#Bear transformation

[abstractvanity32]

Season 3

Random TF Blurb - Adjustment Period

“This just feels disgusting” Mia said as she rubbed the hairs on his now hairy chest. He got clothes that kinda fit his new body now as he was mortified what just happened to his petite womanly body he had only moments ago.

He was this buff and dumb looking bodybuilder now. He just touched this weird ass dumbbell that was in his garage and poof. He’s this giant guy who looks like he has roids for breakfast.

It was only seconds but it seemed like hours. His hands got larger and calloused. His chest heaved and shrank and developed three hairy pecs he now has. His feet bursted out of his socks and widened.

Mia grunted thinking about the cock that grew between his legs, as he adjusted the boxers he found in his boyfriend’s laundry. Mia just was having a hard time wondering how this happened. He just felt heavy and large and moved so differently. He felt the cock between his legs and winced.

Mia hated this. He was gonna be home soon. He lifted his tank top and saw the hairy bloated abs he had and just sighed. “What if this was meant for him?” Mia asked as he saw the dumbbells and began to lift them.

Each time, Mia touched them it just seemed right and he did it again. “Maybe this has its perks” he smirked, as he just decided to embrace it.

3 hours later, a man walked into his garage to see a sweaty behemoth of a man working out in his garage.

“Hey man. Names Logan. Wanna lift with me” Logan said as he smirked. Mia’s mind went comprise blank in the hours he decided to work out and what was left was a beefy himbo Logan who only cared about pumping iron and growing his body.

[dante2045]

Accidentally transforming my boyfriend into my football coach

John and Aaron had been dating for a little over a year. The men had met in their freshman year of college during football tryouts and had become fast friends. Over the following years, their friendship had gradually deepened and become something more, much to their surprise. Neither of them had ever been with a guy before but were unable to deny the chemistry between them, eventually giving into their desires after a late night gym session. Though neither of them were ashamed of their relationship, they had kept it a secret as they'd been afraid of how the rest of the team and their Coach would react.

The two would often linger in the locker room after football practice, waiting for the rest of the team to head out. When they were finally alone, they would press their muscled bodies against one another for a makeout session. They had mutually agreed to take things slow, both men inexperienced at gay sex and unsure of what position they would be. Lately, their hookup sessions had escalated to sucking and jerking eachother off.

One night, as their last teammate left the change room after practice, John approached Aaron with an unusual request.

"Would you mind wearing this?" John asked Aaron, unzipping his backpack and retrieving a pair of black boxers.

"Uh...yeah, I guess I could," Aaron replied, reaching out and taking the jockstrap from John's grasp, "Why?"

"Truth be told, I swiped it off of Coach Ryerson, and I kind of have a huge crush on the man," John admitted, blushing as he looked down at the floor in embarrassment. "I thought it would kind of be hot if you wore it and we roleplayed as if you were Coach or something. It sounds kind of stupid now that I've said it out loud."

"It doesn't sound stupid; I'm just surprised. I didn't know you were into roleplay," Aaron winked playfully. He slid down his football trousers and jock, revealing his hardening 6-inch cock. Aaron kicked off his cleats and slid the boxers up his legs and over his genitals. The boxers were a little baggy on him, loosely hanging around his waist.

"Damn, babe," John growled in arousal, tossing off Aaron's football jersey so he was wearing nothing but the ill-fitting boxers.

"I guess Coach and I aren't the same size," Aaron observed with a laugh, looking down at his toned, muscular body and the oversized boxers he was wearing.

"Just relax, you look good," John whispered, gently pushing Aaron up against the lockers and giving him a passionate kiss. John's jersey and trousers quickly came off, leaving him in a pair of tight white compression shorts.

The men continued to kiss and thrust up against each other, lost in the throes of lust. Aaron felt a sudden surge of power flow through him, originating from the boxers. His crotch started to tingle, the electric feeling quickly spreading out through his torso and limbs. He let out a small involuntary moan in pleasure from the sensation.

"You okay, baby?" John asked in concern, pulling back from their embrace; he could feel Aaron's body tensing up.

"Yeah, I'm feeling fucking fantastic," Aaron grinned, spinning John around and slamming him against the lockers. John was a little surprised at Aaron's sudden aggression; usually he was gentle and slow during their romantic encounters. John was almost sure that Aaron's shoulders were a bit broader than usual, though he assumed his eyes were playing tricks on him.

As Aaron continued to thrust up against John, he started to grow taller. Aaron had been a few inches shorter than John, but was now taller than his boyfriend by nearly half a foot. His already impressive quads legs began to bulk up and thicken with muscle, while his feet expanded from a size 9 to 11, thick dark hairs sprouting from his toes.

John had noticed the changes and was filled with panic, pushing Aaron away from him. He watched as his boyfriend continued to transform, feeling a mixture of fascination and horror.

"What's happening to you, babe?" John asked, his voice quivering.

"I don't know... but it feels so fucking good," Aaron moaned, his voice deepening as his adam's apple grew more prominent in his throat.

Aaron's pecs ballooned up with muscle while also gaining some fat, his previously tight pectorals now drooping slightly over his abs. Speaking of which, Aaron's washboard abs smoothed over as he packed on some additional weight around his midsection, bulging into a small round belly. Aaron’s shoulders broadened, his arms inflating with thick muscle, his tendons and ligaments developing. His toned biceps and triceps grew even larger. Thick dark brown hairs grew across Aaron's entire body; he went from smooth to hairy in a matter of seconds.

Aaron reached a hand down and stroked his cock through the boxers as it grew longer and nearly doubled in thickness. His balls dropped lower as they also expanded, filling with semen. His tight firm ass rounded out, plumping with fat and muscle.

Aaron's stylish light blonde hair shortened into a crew cut, darkening to salt and pepper. His jawline grew more pronounced, a well trimmed beard forming along his chin and lips. His facial features began to age rapidly, wrinkles appearing as Aaron went from his early 20s to mid 40s. John couldn't believe his eyes; his boyfriend had changed into a completely different person right in front of him. Standing in front of John in nothing other than tight boxers and sporting a rock hard cock was his football coach, Coach Ryerson.

John stared at Coach Ryerson in disbelief. The boxers that had been loose on Aaron were now skintight on Ryerson, showing the outline of his 11 inch cock. Coach Ryerson grinned at John as he continued to stroke his shaft through the boxers; John found it difficult to tear his gaze away from Coach, feeling almost mesmerized by him.

"What...what the hell is going on?" John asked, slowly backing away from his Coach. Ryerson was standing between him and the exit, making an escape difficult.

"I'm assuming you swiped this from my gym bag?" Ryerson asked, gesturing towards the boxers he was wearing. Reluctantly, John nodded in affirmation. "I've had three pairs of underwear go missing in the past month from my office," Coach explained. "I knew that someone must have been stealing them, but they were impossible to catch. Luckily my husband is a bit of a wizard, and he offered to put a spell on my boxers. He promised that the next time it was stolen, I would be able to identify the culprit. I didn't realize that this was what he had in mind, but it's more creative of a punishment than I could've thought up," Ryerson laughed, glancing downwards and checking out his own body.

"It's not fair for you to punish Aaron; he was only doing what I asked!" John protested. "I was the one who actually stole it."

"Maybe you're right. I suppose you deserve to be punished, as well," Ryerson agrees with a wicked grin.

Ryerson grabbed the rim of the boxers and slowly slid it downwards, exposing his hard dick and balls. He stepped out of the underwear so he was now completely nude, holding the boxers in his hand while he maliciously approached John. John's fantasy of having an intimate encounter with his Coach was coming true, John realized; it was just not exactly what he'd had in mind.

(Author's note: This is a revamped version of a story I wrote a long time on CYOC. If you're interested in reading the original version and ensuing branch, it can be found at https://www.cyoc.net/interactives/chapter_175724.html)

[bigwishes]

Whoops!

Joey rubbed his skinny mid section and moaned as he heard his stomach grumble angrily.

"uuuuuuuughhhhh wh- what is happening to me!!"

Joey's stomach groaned loudly and he heard the churning inside. His stomach became painfully tight and he was so uncomfortable he had to sit down. His breathing became rapid and it couldn't help but moan from the pain.

Suddenly Joey felt his skinny arms expanding, he looked down and watched as his bicep slowly blew up like something out of a cartoon. He laughed in between his strained moans as he watched his chest fill out, his triceps hard and his legs thicken into strong tree trunks.

He tried to flex and enjoy the new size but the pain in his stomach got worse, he lifted his shirt to see the skinny stomach he had was now becoming hard as abs took shape. He let out a excited laugh which was cut short by his stomach loudly gurgling.

Joey let out another moan hoping it would stop soon when he noticed something. The definition of his new muscles on his massive thighs was slowly fading away as his legs continued to swell. He looked at his arms and saw his tricep and bicep slowly melting together as all definition was going away as it swells up evern larger. The big thick muscled pecs he had inflated a few inches bigger and sagged slightly, still a solid muscle but they looked a bit fluffy.

Joey grabbed the small black plastic bottle he had just chugged. He read the front again "Bear Tonic: INSTANT MUSCLE GROWTH" was written across in big bright letters. He turned the bottle gritting his teeth as his stomach grumbled loudly again. "DISCLAIMER: BEAR TONIC (trademark TheTransformationCompany) ensures you transform instantly into the young muscle bear if your dreams. Expect mostly muscle gain however this formula is designed to remove definition and create a slim layer of fat for the extra bulky look. 1 bottle = 2 serves"

Suddenly Joey dropped the empty bottle on the ground as he felt his stomach tremble, he watched as his newly defined abs slowly started to become less and less defined and his stomach stuck out slightly. FWOOP!! Joey's gut suddenly stuck out, almost trippling in size. He grabbed his newly formed bulk as it filled out both his hands

"Wh!-WHAT!! NO NO, THIS ISN'T WHAT I WANTED"

The pain had faded but his stomach still bubbled and churned as it desperatly tried to process the double serving he had accidentally drunk. His gut sounded like a water cooler rapidly emptying when all of a sudden,

UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRPPPPPPPPP!!!!

Joey's face turned bight red as he belched, followed by another and another. The desperate grabbing has he tried to stuff his new off season gut stopped as he started rubbing it trying to ease the worst bloat he had ever experienced.

He tried to do anything else other than moan in discomfort and belch but the only other thing he could manage to do was think how he should read the entire label next time.

BUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPP!!!!!!!

[inheritedbelly]

The Weight of a New Life

"Raine… Raine," I said, my voice sounding much deeper, but I assumed it was just because I was still sleepy. "For God's sake, turn to your side! You're snoring so loud, like a tractor! Raine?" I reached out, expecting to find my girlfriend's slender shoulder, but instead, I touched a sweaty, hairy, and broad shoulder. I widened my eyes in shock. Between me and her, the first thing I noticed was a huge, rigid belly. No, a mountain of belly!

"Raine?! What the hell is this?!" I tried to jump up—or at least I attempted to—but my body felt like it weighed a ton. I collapsed back onto the bed, my round belly resting heavily on my legs. My skin looked aged, and my arms were covered in gray hair. As I turned to my side, a body rolled over—it was a man, just as old and big as I was. My mind raced: "Raine?!" It had to be her. The transformation must have happened to both of us. "Raine!" I yelled, my voice hoarse and deep. "We… we’re old men!"

She blinked, still confused, and brought her hands to her face. As soon as she felt the rough beard with her fingers, she quickly pulled her large, calloused hand away. Her tongue brushed against the thick mustache now sitting above her lips. "No!! Nooooo!!!"

She turned to the side, saw my new form, and froze in shock. Horrified, she rolled out of bed, standing up with her hands pressed against the enormous, hairy belly now hanging from her frame.

"What happened to us?!"

I wanted to run to her, to comfort her, but the moment I tried to get up, I realized it was going to be a battle. My legs felt like tree trunks, my back ached as if I’d carried a truck, and the heavy, drooping belly had completely shifted my center of gravity. "We’re… our neighbors?"

That’s when we realized that, somehow, we had become the old neighbors who owned the flower shop in the building. Later, we found a letter explaining everything. They had stolen our bodies and taken over our lives! They ran away before we woke up and told no one in the building where they had gone...

The following weeks were a nightmare. Raine, once a beautiful and refined girl, was now a man named Mario (according to the documents we found) and went into a crisis."Tomas, I look horrible! Look at this, I have a penis, and I can’t even see it because of this huge belly!"

"Welcome to my world, darling! We’re in the same boat," I grumbled. "My name is Alfredo now, apparently, and I have a belly so big it looks like it could swallow a horse whole."

I had to teach things that, honestly, I never thought I’d have to explain to Raine, like how to shave (she cut her face about twenty times) or how to pee like a man. Although, given the way we were now, we could only pee sitting down.

"This is disgusting, Tomas," she yelled as I tried to explain how to clean herself in the shower.

On my end, I was suffering too. Climbing the stairs in this building without an elevator was a challenge. And bending down to pick something off the floor felt like trying to fold a refrigerator. The worst part was showering; my belly was so big I had to lift it just to reach certain parts.

"Can you see your feet? Or have you accepted you’ll never tie your shoes again?" I asked Raine, trying to be funny.

After a few months, we gave up hoping the two would return and undo the swap. But honestly, what sense would it make? Giving up a young life to come back to this heavy one… "So, this is it," Raine said one night while we sat on the couch, shirtless, with her lying on top of me. "You’re not going to leave me? Even now that I’m a hairy, fat man?"

I looked at her — or rather, at him, at Mario. Her eyes, even in a wrinkled and chubby face, were still the eyes of the Raine I loved. I sighed, stroking her belly (she loved that now) "I never wanted to leave you. I still love you, Raine… or should I say Mario! I love you, and honestly, I still find you attractive, even as a 60-year-old man, haha."

She smiled and got up. We tried to kiss, but our bellies collided — it was like a natural airbag.

"I still need to get used to this part," she said, laughing.

"Yeah, I guess we’ll have to adjust. But honestly, it’s not that bad. The two of us, eating whatever we want, not working too hard, living a quiet life," I replied as she — or rather, he — leaned in to kiss me, successfully this time.

[smoketransformer]

A New Family for the Holiday

Tanner couldn’t make it home for Thanksgiving. After moving to a new city for a job, he couldn’t afford the plane ticket. He was planning of just heating up a pre-cooked meal be purchased from the store, but his co-worker Ben invited him over to spend the holiday with his friends.

Tanner didn’t speak much to Ben since he worked in a different department, so he didn’t know much about him. He just knew he was an older gentlemen in in late 50s, who had a bushy beard, was larger in size and took frequent smoke breaks. Tanner had seen him walking through the office holding a tobacco pipe as he made his way outside.

He debated on even going. As a 30 year old, he didn’t know whether he would have much in common with Ben and his friends. In the end though, he figured it was better to spend the day with people and not by himself.

Tanner approached Ben’s house with a bottle of whiskey. He figured Ben was a whiskey drinker, so he brought it as a gift as a nice gesture.

Tanner knocked and a few short seconds later, Ben opened the door. “Happy Thanksgiving, Tanner!” Ben bellowed with a pipe in his jaw. Smoke not only rolled out of Ben’s mouth as he spoked, but also out of the front door. Tanner knew Ben was a smoker, but didn’t expect this much smoke in his house.

Tanner wasn’t one for being around smoke, but it was too late to turn back now.

“Happy Thanksgiving, I got you this bottle,” Tanner said as he handed Ben the gift.

“Thanks son! Come in, come in!” Ben said as he gestured Tanner inside. Tanner never was called son by an older man before; well, besides from his own father. It made his feel odd but somehow also protected.

“My friends are already here. Hope the smoke isn’t too much. Big cigar and pipe smokers, we are,”

“It’s fine,” Tanner said trying to act like it wasn’t a big deal, but he felt like he was just breathing in smoke.

Ben took Tanner to the dining room, which was even smokier. There was a group of four other men there. They all looked like some version of Ben.

“Hey everyone, this is Tanner,” Ben introduced his co-worker.

“Hi everyone, Happy Thanksgiving,” Tanner said feeling out of place.

Ben pointed to a thick man who happened to be about Tanner’s age, but looked much different than he did. He was bald, thickly bearded and had a large cigar in his hand. “That’s Jay,” Ben added.

He then pointed to an middle aged man who was also large in size, hairy and smoking a similar fat cigar, “And that’s Jay’s partner, Dan. He owns a popular bar in the city.”

Dan got up and shook Tanner’s hand and said, “It’s called The Bear’s Den, ever been there?”

“Can’t say that I have,” Tanner replied.

“Sure you will soon enough,” Dan chuckled as he sat back down.

“Cool it, Dan,” Ben laughed, “And that is Harold.” Ben pointed to an older man who was just plain fat. He was bald on the top of his head, but still had hair on the sides. He also had a very large but nicotine stained mustache. Just like Ben, he was was smoking a pipe. “Actually met him at The Bear’s Den a few weeks ago. He’s a trucker and was lucky enough to be passing through town for Thanksgiving.”

“Howdy,” Harold said with his pipe clenched in his teeth.

“Then that is Chuck,” Ben pointed to another young man who was bald and bearded and smoking a fat cigar, “He works on my car.”

“Nice to meet ya,” Chuck said with a smile, before sticking his cigar back in his mouth.

“Nice to meet you all,” Tanner nervously said.

“Take a seat next to Chuck, sure he’ll share his stockpile of gars with ya,” Ben laughed as he headed to the kitchen.

Tanner took a seat and Chuck asked him in his deep voice, “Want one?”

“A cigar? No thanks, I don’t smoke,” Tanner answered.

“Well, I have plenty when you change your mind,” Chuck teased.

Ben came back with two beers, “Here son.” Ben handed Tanner one of the beers.

“Already calling him son, Ben?” Dan asked and grinned.

Tanner didn’t know what he was talking about, but thought it was strange.

“I said cool it, Dan,” Ben said in an annoyed tone.

Tanner took a sip of the beer, but it tasted so good that he continued drinking it to the point of actually chugging it.

All the men at the table stared and smiled. “Sorry, must have been thirsty.”

“Thanksgiving is all about indulgence,” Ben assured him, “Drink up.” Ben offered him the second beer and Tanner accepted.

Tanner made small talk with the men as Ben was bringing out the feast. He didn’t touch the second beer yet, even though it was tempting.

“You haven’t touched your second beer,” Dan said, “Is something wrong? I brewed it myself.”

“No, not at all,” Tanner replied, “Just waiting on dinner.”

Dan stared at Tanner. It made him feel uncomfortable, so he took a drink of the beer. Once again, it ended up being a chug. Dan smiled.

He was starting to feel a little buzzed and full from the beer, but was still looking forward to eating dinner.

“Got you a refill, son,” Ben said as he handed him another beer.

“Thanks, Dad,” Tanner said, “I mean, Ben.” Ben just chuckled as he sat next to him.

“I’ll dish you up, son,” Ben said as he grabbed Tanner’s plate. He was putting large quantities of everything. Once he was done, he set the loaded plate in front of Tanner. He added “Don’t worry, you can always have seconds.”

All the men made their plates and started eating, but they still had their choice of smoke. Tanner thought this was too much food, but it tasted delicious. He kept eating. A bit of gravy rolled down his chin and he used his napkin to clean it up. He felt stubble around his mouth. It startled him cause he was clean shaven. His chin also felt larger. Maybe the smoke and beer was getting to him. Maybe it wasn’t actually there. But it was.

He grabbed his beer and placed his head on top of his head to nervous play with his curly hair, but it wasn’t there.

Tanner got anxious and was about to get up, but Ben placed his hand on Tanner’s leg. “It’s okay, son. Just relax and eat. Indulge.” As Ben said this, he blew his pipe smoke directly into Tanner’s face.

“Yes Dad,” Tanner said in a relaxed tone and obliged. He kept eating.

Tanner not only had seconds, but thirds. Each helping was as large as the last. During the corse of dinner, he had two more beers. As he ate, he felt more like he belonged.

All the men ate all the food; there would be no leftovers.

Full and a little uncomfortable, Tanner excused himself to go to the bathroom. Once he got there, he had to unbutton his jeans as they were about to burst. Same with his shirt as he had to loosen the buttons. That’s when he noticed his large belly. He thought he wouldn’t be able to see his junk anymore.

He looked at himself for the first time in the mirror. He was a different man. He had a full goatee and an even fuller face. His hair was now in a buzzcut. These sudden changes should have disturbed him, but he liked what he saw. He just saw his true self now.

Tanner came back to the dinner table and plopped down. His shirt was completely unbuttoned and his jeans were only held up by the last hole in his belt.

All the men besides Ben were at the table and each had a fresh cigar or pipe going and Tanner had a sudden urge to have one himself. It wasn’t a want, but a need.

Ben came back to the dinner table from the kitchen. He not only had one pipe, but two. One of them was in his jaw and the other was in his hand.

“Here son. Brought you your pipe,” Ben said as he sat down and handed him his pipe.

“Thanks Dad,” Tanner said as he clinched the pipe in his teeth and grabbed one of the lighters off the table.

Tanner naturally lit up the pipe and the smoke was pouring out of his mouth as he was puffing away. His urge and need felt fulfilled when he took deep pull of smoke deep in his lungs.

Ben put his hand on Tanner’s leg and said, “Happy Thanksgiving, son.”

“Happy Thanksgiving, Dad,” Tanner replied. He looked around the table and saw all the men enjoying their smoke; giving into the pleasure of indulgence. He felt like he finally belonged with his new found family.

[alphasunpup]

this might sound stupid but I'm lowkey envious of fat people's arms because now you got more space for tattoos. I feel like this is such a silly non-feedist related thing but I'm being serious. I was thinking about a tattoo I wanted on my shoulder and yeah, sure, t has made me more muscular but that doesn't change the fact that my upper arm isn't all that bigger. And then I thought how dope it must be to have fat arms because you have more surface area for an artists to work with and put tattoos on. Anyway, silly thought but Idk there's something about having fat enough arms I can get the tattoo I want on my shoulder. Might turn this into a little drabble who knows! Anyway, happy new year and be gentle with yourselves.

[sfde8871]

I know you did werewolves, what bears or other creatures?

🧔🏻‍♂️↗️🐻

[ranharrafantasy]

How Sweet a Wish can Bee

More Transformation Stories at Link in Bio

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Kris was working from home and his mind had gone numb from the monotonous efforts of his job. He looked out the window and longed to be outside. The fall leaves had turned orange and in every way it was a picture book perfect autumn day.

Bees, off in the distance, flew by, likely working hard before they migrate south from it becoming too cold.

"Now that's the kind of work I wouldn't mind. I wish I could eat honey all day," Kris said, tapping on his desk and shoving papers aside.

He cracked his knuckles. He figured he had wasted enough time and should probably get back to his grueling job. He adjusted in his chair and suddenly felt a sharp pain at the back of his elbow.

"Youch!" he howled and clutched his arm, watching a bee fly off as he turned his head.

The pain subsided after a few minutes and he went back to work, not noticing the subtle changes that had started to sprout.

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Globs of sweet honey fell from his claws and open muzzle. Kris' fur was caked in a thick layer of the golden, sticky, substance but he didn't care. He used his long and muscular bear tongue to lick another large bite from the honeycomb he had stolen from the bee hive.

His feral vocal chords didn't allow him to talk, but if he could it would have been something about how the bees turned him this way, so it would be disrespectful to not fully appreciate it and do bear things. Bear things being, stealing honey.

With a mouth full and an ever filling belly, he looked back at his house and smiled. Bears don't have to work, at least not at that miserable job he would never have to do again.

[natarajtdl]

An extended version of the previous generated weight gain. Finally got to see what I would look like if I could manage to keep on the weight needed to be a chubby bear.

[dante2045]

Wearing Coach's Underwear

The young jock couldn't resist trying on Coach's underwear after football practice, unaware of how it would change him...

[bigwishes]

Pretty Boy's Mistake

Kye was you average university athlete, mainly there to get a degree a generic sports degree to get a job as a personal trainer in the high end gyms, he rarely went to his lecture but always got outstanding grades. It wasn't that he wasn't passionate about sports or health, in fact he had taught himself pretty much everything the university had to offer before he had even gotten there. He was only there for a piece of paper. He spent most of his time in the gym, lifting weights whilst also training some guys on the side for some cash in hand work but he always made sure to put his own workouts first. His body was almost perfect and he loved every inch of it.

Although he wished he could be bigger. He saw some of the guys in the gym, how their tank tops looked like they could burst at any moment. One time he even saw a guys tank split because of an insane chest pump. He loved huge guys, wanted to be fucking huge like them. He would picture his gym crush and how his entire car would bounce and wobble when he squeezed his massive frame inside, he wanted a guy like that in his bed, he wanted to be bigger than that but a body like that would probably take him another 15 years to build and he wanted to enjoy and flaunt that size before he left uni.

Kye was in the gym when he saw a huge lumbering giant walk in. The man looked like a superhero right out of a comic and something possessed Kye out of no where. He followed the huge meathead to the locker room.

Kye stood there seeing the giant block almost all the lockers on a wall his back was so wide and Kye got nervous, a lump formed in his throat and he spat out what he had to say.

"so...how do I get as big as you bro"

the massive dude turned around looking around the locker room checking to see if he was talking to someone else, he let out a thunderous chuckle.

"you talkin to me pretty boy?"

Kye grew red in the face "y-yeah man, look I been lifting for a few years and I really wanna get fucking huge like you man"

"aaa just keep at it guy, youll be massive like mean real soon"

"how old are you?"

"Im 22 bro"

"22!" Kye yelled "bro im almost 23 how the fuck you get so big man, you gotta tell me your secret"

"hmmm, look, you're kinda cute bro so, I'll let you in on a little secret, for a trade of course"

"Anything man, anything, Ive tried everything I know with diet and routine and I'm just not swelling up like other guys are"

"I'll give you my secret if you tell me why you wanna be so big, annnnd, for a date" the large man raise his eyebrow and walked closer to Kye.

Kye's heart started pounded as he imagined what it'd be like to have his skull crushed by the giant bodybuilder's monstrous thighs

"o-okay, ummm, phew, is it hot in here?" kye tripped and stumbled over his words like it was his first time ever talking to a guy.

"so, why you wanna be big pretty boy?"

Suddenly the man had is arms leaning on the doorframe behind Kye forming an arch over him looking down at him.

"eer, well, I-I like size and, I like guys with size and I wanna be big y-ya know" Kye tried to avoid eye contact as the massive brute leaned in

"So you like big guys hey? why don't you keep your lil jock bod, let a mountain like myself have fun with you"

"Because I ain't no bodies bottom bitch, believe me man, if I was as big as you, I'd of already throw you against the wall and you'd be beggin for it"

The massive meat head in front of him bit his lip

"so you promise, once you're as big as me you'll be tossing me around?"

Kye smirked trying to keep up the confident façade

"yeah bro, but gotta warn you, I'm already a catch, once guys see me with arms tearing out of my shirt and my huge muscled fat ass squeezed into tight gym shorts you'll probably have some competition"

"oh I like a cocky meathead"

the man turned around walking back to his gym bag pulling out a small vial of orange fluid, he handed it to kye

"I'm Jason by the way"

"What is this?"

"My secret mixture, drink it man, it'll make you real big...and give you that fat juicy ass you want"

Kye instantly downed the drink and gave Jason a wink.

"Alright, Im gonna go workout man"

"See you tomorrow pretty boy" Jason laughed as Kye walked out.

Kye was stepping into his car, having to stop to catch his breath, he worked harder than he ever had. He knew the vitamin shot he was given wasn't going to do anything but it was at least energising. Kye felt a strange tingling, as the veins on his pelvis swelled with blood pumping downwards. Kye gritted his teeth feeling like he was about to get hard and suddenly he watched as his package swelled and doubled in size in his pants.

Kye jumped in his car feeling his thighs and arms swell. Like his pump was subsiding but his muscles weren't shrinking down to normal size.

He drove home, gritting his teeth and occasionally grunting the entire way.

Kye stepping of of his car feeling his shirt tight around his chest and arms. He let out a tired sigh feeling strange and walked inside. Kye saw himself in the mirror, his shirt tightly pulled across body. He pulled off his shirt seeing his abs slightly stretched out, rubbing his stomach watches his package swell again.

UUUUUGGGGhhhhhh He groaned.

"W-what the fuck is going on"

Kye watches as his bulge swelled outwards in his pants straining against the fabric, as his stomach swelled outwards with it.

"W-WHAT THE FUCK MY, MY ABS"

Kye grabbed his stomach feeling it strain

UUUUUUUGGGGHHHH-UUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRPPPPP

Kye let out a painful groan that turned into a belch as tears started to form in his eyes, his perfect 6 pack was gone swelled out like he had been bulking all year round.

Kye couldn't hold back the belches escaping his mouth and with each on his body changed. His arms swelled bigger, his thighs swells bigger.

He watched helplessly in the mirror unable to stop the changes, no matter how hard he pushed his stomach trying to get it to shrink the only thing he managed to do was push out another belch. Kye mercilessly began scratching at his jaw and neck feeling an annoying itch take over. He was too busy watching as his body swelled up to notice the changes in his face. Kye finally looked up from his bloated stomach to see himself, hairy, big and bulky.

"WHAT THE FUCK, I" Kye pinched the side of his waist in disbelief

BUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRPPPPPP

Kye's massive meaty hand felt is muscled gut vibrate as he belched. Feeling a surge of change again, but he didn't see himself get any bigger in the mirror, he heard a slight ripping noise and looked around. Turning to the side he saw the fabric of his gym shorts tight, torn and ripped over his massive muscular ass. His face turned bright red.

"Oh god..I'm...uuggh I'm like a fat bear"

Kye's stomach grumbled and he made his way to the kitchen poking and patting his gut hoping by some mirecal it would shrink and turn back into a six pack.

Kye sat in the gym locker room trying to hide his new burly body under bagging clothing. Embarrassed and hoping Jason would walk in at any moment. After about an hour Jason walked in.

"H-Hey Jason"

"Oh hey Pretty Boy, hows it feel bein big"

"I" Kye couldn't even finish his sentence before letting out a monstrous belch

"I didn't ask for this"

"yeah you did bro, you wanted to be big"

"AND NOW LOOK AT THIS, WHERE ARE MY ABS IM TUBBY" Kye lifted his shirt and poked at the muscled slab

"Man you aint tubby, you bulky, thick muscle"

"But I wanted my abs bro, I wanted to look like some pro bodybuilder not like some kinda burping werewolf"

Kye rubbed his gut cocking his mouth open belching causing Jason to laugh. Kye's face turned bright red

"Dude stop laughing and fucking do something, uuuggghhh"

"alright bro, quit the complaining I might have something for you"

"Anything is better than this man"

Jason handed Kye a vial filled with bright pink liquid

UUUURpp "so, this'll fix me?"

"Oh man, it'll give you the perfect body"

Kye looked at it suspiciously feeling the concrete wall he had for a stomach. He closed his eyes and downed, a few moments passed and Kye didn't feel much different, when suddenly the familiar sensation rose up from his gut to his throat.

UUUUUHHGG-UUUUUURRRRRPPPP

Kye's eyes widen and his face turned white

"WHA-UUUUUURRRPPPP DID-UUUUURRRRRRPP YOU GIV- UUUURRRPP ME?!"

Kye tried to speak more but he struggled to form a full sentence from his constant belching

"Looking good man" Jason laughed

Kye, felt is rock hard bloated gut and heard the sound of tearing fabric as his muscles bulged out of his shit, soon he was left standing there in the gym locker room in nothing but his underwear.

Kye looked at himself in the mirror disappointed by his huge muscle gut, he cocked his mouth open and belched.

Jason let out a booming laugh "bro you look like you take roids and smash 6 protein shakes hourly"

"bro why'd you do this" Kye sheepishly asked

"because you wanted to me big"

"then why not make me like you, why give me this huge gu-UUUUURRP"

"Coz you were cocky, and I find it hot when cocky guys get taken down a peg"

"oh" kye smiled "so now you've gotten you kick I can go back right?"

"nah, you were a pretty boy jock, now you can enjoy being a bulky cunt"

Kye went to walk away from the mirror, hearing his underwear start to rip around is massive muscled ass. That'll teach him to take stuff from strangers in the locker room.

[inheritedbelly]

The weight of betrayal

"I'm sorry," I said, after accidentally turning all my weight onto my boyfriend while trying to get comfortable at night. My name is Tommy; I’m 22 years old… or rather, I used to be. I met my boyfriend on a dating site two years ago. When he told me he had magical abilities, I didn’t believe him. Until he proved it, right in front of me, making objects appear or change shape. After a few months of dating, I made a mistake and ended up cheating on Matt at a party. I didn’t intend to tell him, but… he’s magical, and he found out on his own. There was no way around it: he threw everything in my face, and I had no choice but to humiliate myself, begging for forgiveness. After all, I loved him. I made just one slip-up, which, in the end, came with a very high price.

"I used to be a good-looking, fit twink, everyone would stare at me, and I couldn’t help it that I was so drunk that night. Well, maybe a little bit of guilt," I thought.

“Well,” he said, “I can’t believe you had the nerve to do this to me. I don’t know if I can trust you again, but… I can make the most of this.” He grabbed one of his books and pointed his finger at me. I knew nothing good would come from this. “I’ll make sure you never betray me again. And since I like older, bigger guys… I’ll make the most of this.”

The result of this "game" is that today, here I am – a man in his 50s or 60s, old and fat. I never imagined I could be this big. Being old felt strange. I preferred lying down all day, and no one looked at me like they used to. I had no choice; Matt had said countless times that he would never undo the spell, no matter how much I insisted. All I could do was accept this new life as an old man. My back hurts, and I still haven’t gotten used to this huge belly. Being fat is a complicated experience – I sweat from the smallest effort and, all the time, I’m hungry. My deeper voice and advanced baldness give away my age.

But, when I think about it, not everything is as bad as it seems. After all, I love Matt, and someone like me – now old and fat – would hardly have another chance at a relationship. And, to my surprise, Matt seems to like it. In the afternoon, we sit on the couch, while he feeds me and strokes my belly, which has become a kind of giant cushion. At night, when we go to bed, he buries his face in my sagging chest, and at least now I fall asleep much faster than before, even though I snore loudly like a sleeping elephant. Everything feels much more affectionate than before, even though everyone thinks I'm Matt’s grandfather, not his boyfriend. And apparently, no one looks at me anymore. In fact, his exclusivity plan seems to have worked.

Although I want my old life back, I can’t deny that some things have improved, at least for Matt. He assured me that my life hasn’t been shortened – I’ll just keep this form until he also becomes an old, fat man like me. So, I guess it’s better to get used to this new appearance. After all, I kind of deserved what happened. I just wish my back didn’t hurt so much from having to carry this huge belly around…

[smoketransformer]

The MAN Experiment

This report details the process and results of the Marlboro Addiction Neuroscience (MAN) experiment performed by the Fumo Transfigurator Institute (FTI).

Observation

Can addiction be formed if the subject believes they cannot become addicted?

Hypothesis

If the subject thinks they cannot become addicted to nicotine, they will not become addicted to nicotine.

Experiment

The subject will take a placebo drug each day over a hundred days. They will be placed on a strict smoking schedule over the hundred days, as follows:

Evaluation will be done to determine whether the subject is addicted. Subject is required to log with video evidence that they have smoked the required daily limit. The subject can smoke anytime during the day, but must smoke right after waking up and right before going to bed.

Log

Day 0

We met with the subject (male, 27yo). We went over the expectations of the experiment and made sure he was aware of the risks. Communication is as follows:

FTI: “Have you ever smoked before?”

Subject: “No.”

FTI: “Do your parents smoke?”

Subject: “No.”

FTI: “Do you have siblings that smoke?”

Subject: “No.”

FTI: “Do you have friends that smoke?”

Subject: “Just one.”

FTI: “What is their name?”

Subject: “His name is -redacted-.” (Friend will be talked about further in the report. From this point forward, friend’s name will be referred to as Alpha.)

FTI: “How long have you known Alpha?”

Subject: “We were friends in high school, so about 12 years. We have stayed in touch.”

FTI: “How often do you see Alpha?”

Subject: “Not often. Maybe once a month. Since he smokes and I don’t, I don’t invite him over a lot. I don’t really care for the smell. He also drinks a bit and I’m not much of a drinker.”

FTI: “You are aware of the expectations of the experiment?”

Subject: “Yes.”

FTI: “Our drug helps prevent addiction. Do you want to be a smoker?”

Subject: “No.”

FTI: “Do you believe you will become an addicted smoker?”

Subject: “No. Not with your drug and my willpower.”

The subject began the experiment the following day. Next check in

Note: Subject was paid $1,000 per week for their willingness to participate in our experiment.

Day 11

We met with the subject after the first 10 days. We went over the daily log videos. We noted that the first three days included a lot of coughing and resistance. The subject did not want to smoke them. The remaining days appeared to be easier for the subject, but the subject said he still did not want to smoke.

We noted the subject had grown a beard. We asked the subject if it was related to the smoking. Subject stated: “Smoking first thing in the morning has interrupted my morning routine.”

Prior to our meeting, the subject had smoked just one cigarette. We reminded them that he had to now smoke four a day. On a scale of 1 to 10 for addiction, the subject rated a 1. He didn’t feel like he wanted to or needed to smoke.

Day 21

We met with the subject after another 10 days of smoking 4 cigarettes a day. We went over the daily video logs and verified the subject complied with the requirements. We noted the subject rarely coughed. The subject schedule was smoking two before work and the remaining two in the evening. We noted that the subject had gained 5.6 pounds since the start of the experiment. His comment in regards to the weight gain: “I found it is easier to smoke if I’m having a beer in the evening. Also, I guess I have been splurging a little more with junk food. Guess I justify a bad habit with another. Like, what’s the point?”

The subject had already smoked two prior to the meeting and was aware he had to smoke four more today to meet the expectations. On a scale of 1 to 10 for addiction, the subject still rated a 1.

Day 31

We met with the subject after 10 days of smoking 6 cigarettes a day. We went over the video logs. We identified that the subject appeared to enjoy his smoke breaks at work and provided a sense of relief. The subject stated when we pointed this out “I guess I like to be able to step outside and the rest of the world kind of stops.”

We noted that the subject had cut his hair shorter. He stated that he was receiving comments at work about him smelling like smoke. He didn’t want them to know that he is participating in this experiment, so he thought shorter hair would prevent this as there would be less hair for the smoke to stick to.

The subject has also gained a total of 10.1 pounds since the start of the experiment. He has increased his beer and junk food intake.

The subject had already smoked 4 cigarettes prior to our meeting. He said he knows that he is expected to smoke another 4 today. The subject rated a 2 out of 10 in regards to addiction. We asked if the subject would like to quit the experiment and he said he still wants to “stick through it”.

Day 41

We met with the subject after smoking 8 cigarettes a day over the last 10 days. We observed the video logs and noticed the subject was smoking a few with someone else. This individual was his friend Alpha. The subject was spending more time with Alpha. Conversation regarding this change is as follows:

FTI: “Why have you been spending more time with Alpha?”

Subject: “One reason I didn’t hang out with Alpha was to our different lifestyles. Now that I am smoking, spending time is more enjoyable as we both outside for smoking.”

FTI: “Do you enjoy smoking with Alpha?”

Subject: “If I’m being honest, yes. It is like an added connection with our friendship.”

FTI: “Did you tell him about the experiment?”

Subject: “Yes.”

FTI: “What were his thoughts? Did he think the drug was working?”

Subject: “He didn’t think it was, but I believe that it is.”

The subject had only smoke 2 prior to our meeting but knew he had to smoke 10. He stated: “Alpha is coming over for a few beers later this evening and wanted to save majority of my daily limit today so I can smoke when he smokes.”

We identified that he refers to his daily smoke expectations as “limits” now. When asked if he would smoke more than his set scheduled expectations if allowed, he said maybe. We ensured him to stick to the schedule.

Subject’s beard has grown larger.

Out of a scale of 10, he stated he was still at a 2. We are not sure if he is being honest or is in denial.

Day 51

We met with the subject. He smelled like cigarette smoke. He said he didn’t notice the smell anymore on him. He even said he was starting to not care anymore if he smelled like a smoker. The subject even said he started smoking inside his house for convenience. The subject said he quit his job as he didn’t like having to wait for smoke breaks at work. His friend Alpha is getting him a job at his road construction company. The subject has been spending most evening drinking and smoking with Alpha. We asked the subject the following questions:

FTI: “Do you see yourself as a smoker?”

Subject: “I guess. I am planning on quitting once this experiment is over.”

FTI: “Have you enjoyed smoking?”

Subject: “Honestly, yes. I see the appeal.”

FTI: “Do you think the drug is working?”

Subject: “Yes. I can quit anytime.”

FTI: “Do you want to quit now?”

Subject: “No. I want to finish the experiment.”

We asked the subject if we could call his friend Alpha. He agreed. Our conversation went as follows:

FTI: “Good afternoon, Alpha. This is FTI - we are the ones conducting the experiment on your friend.”

Alpha: “Hi there.”

FTI: “Do you think your friend is addicted to smoking?”

Alpha: “Yeah, most definitely.”

FTI: “What makes you say that?”

Alpha: “He always suggests we take a smoke break. He lights up whenever he wants or needs to.”

FTI: “Our drug prevents addiction though.”

Alpha: “Well, your drug don’t work.”

FTI: “When the experiment is over, will you support your friend on quitting?”

Alpha: “Probably not. The man’s a smoker. I don’t see him quitting anytime soon.”

We asked the subject what he thought about his friend’s answers. He had no comment.

The subject is starting 14 cigarettes a day. When reminded of this, the subject said “Sounds good. I’m already halfway through for the day.”

The subject had gained additional weight and has shaven his head. He said his friend Alpha suggested it.

Day 61

The subject appeared hungover. He said he had a late night with the co-workers, including Alpha. He admitted that he smoked more than his “limit”. We told him he had to stick to the set schedule and he was displeased, but said he would try his best.

The subject had gained more weight from his drinking. He said he enjoys the “taste of a cold beer and a Red.”

The meeting was short. He acted like he was in a rush. As soon as we dismissed him, we watched him light up a cigarette when exiting our facility.

Day 71

The subject initially did not appear for the meeting. When called, he said he didn’t see the point anymore. He knew he wasn��t addicted, but didn’t need to prove it. He reminded us he could quit anytime. We reminded him of the payment, but only agreed to come in if we supplied him with the cigarettes he would need for the next 10 days.

The subject came in and grabbed his 8 packs of Marlboro Reds.

The subject smelled of smoke and his voice was starting to sound raspy. He coughed occasionally. We asked him why he continued to grow out the beard. He said he can sometimes smell the smoke on it and that he likes it.

Day 81

The subject told us that he thought the drug was still working, but wondered if FTI would be interested in a longer study to really prove the effectiveness of the drug. We said that the 100 days will be more than enough data. The subject appeared disappointed and said, “Oh - guess it is just 20 more days of this then.”

We asked him how addicted did he think he was. He thought about it for a while until he said “5 out of 10, but I think I can still quit.”

The scientists conducting the experiment discussed after the subject left whether it was moral and ethical to continue on. We discussed whether the subject should be given the option to quit before he became even more addicted. Our lead scientist stated, “To be honest, it is probably already too late. At the end of the experiment, we will give him resources to quit.”

Day 91

We showed the subject a photo of himself at the start of the experiment. We asked him what advice he would give himself at the start of the experiment.

Subject: “Do it man - the drug works and you get to try smoking for 100 days.”

We asked the subject if he truly believe the drug worked. He said, “Sure. I’ll quit eventually.”

We asked him if he was ready to quit after the next 10 days. His reply was “I will quit, eventually.”

Day 101

The subject came in. He still smelled like he was smoking. We asked him if he had smoked today and he said, “Yeah - but I kind of forgot the experiment ended.”

We told the subject the truth and that the drug was a placebo. We expected him to get angry, but he wasn’t. After delivering the news, we asked him to honestly rate how addicted he was. He said “10 out of 10”.

We provided him resources to call and offered him nicotine patches to help him quit. He refused both. He said he will probably quit eventually, he he just wasn’t ready. He enjoyed his new life and that he had never felt more free or manly. We asked him how many he had smoked so far today. He stated he had already smoked a whole pack and that he was looking forward to not having a limit anymore. He said he only was friends with Alpha and that his friends disapproved of his new smoking habit.

He said he needed a smoke and left the meeting. We followed him to the parking lot and said we needed one final photo. He stuck his cigarette in his mouth and smiled.

Conclusion

We conclude that a man will become addicted even when he thought he couldn’t. We stand by our research ethically because the subject did not regret starting. He even thanked us for the pleasure.

[spacenoirdetective]

artist: rawzit

[brownsdragon]

As he grapples with the appetite of his transformed self, and the next thing he would know is waking up several months later.

Alt Text: A man examines himself as he transforms into a bear due to unknown circumstances. Days later, he sits with a round belly, wondering, "Why am I so hungry? At this rate, I'm going to be so fat." As he is blissfully unaware bears eat a lot due to their large appetite and hibernation.

Brown bear transformation.

All works are mine.

[alphasunpup]

it's cold and I'm bored and it's like 1 in the morning so another horny story with alphasunpup!

You've notice that your butch has just changed since winter's arrival. They've bulked up considerably both in muscle and fat but there's something else. They seem so lethargic. Now that blizzards are happening left and right, they're job has switched them to remote completely. You notice even after you've stuffed them, to the point they've almost vomitted, after a quick nap they're hungry again.

All they seem to eat are fatty meats and sweets. Gosh did they love their sweets. If they could dip it in honey, they did. You've noticed they're also a little harrier. You just assumed it was the T but they've just gotten harrier, e v e r y w h e r e.

You find them one day, reclining on the couch, they're hand on their belly as they grazed on some sushi. It must've been their 3rd plate. That was 24 pieces in their belly. You notice they scratch their belly momentarily, just empty headed. You come round the corner and begin to gently massage their scalp, working your way through their thick coils.

"Mmmm," they hum. Even their voice has gotten a bit deeper. Again you thought it must've been their testosterone but they had been one it for only a couple of months. These fast changes had started happening the minute it turned winter.

"You're putting on some weight," you say gently patting their belly.

They look at you lazily and nod. They through another piece of sushi into their mouth. Sipping on their 3rd honey brown sugar boba tea. "Guess so," they said. They let out a loud belch and scratch their belly.

"Okay, you don't think it's weird you're acting like a bear before hibernation?" Concern laced your voice.

They chuckle. A rumble that somehow soothes your anxiety. "Hey I told you, I was a bear. You didn't believe me."

You blush, twiddling with your fingers. "Yeah, I guess."

They chuckle and pull you into a kiss. They burp into your mouth and murmur an apology. You feel your pussy grow warm feeling that. Why did them burping into your mouth turn you on? Why did this pseudo bear transformation turn you on?

They grab your face and give their round belly a nice smack. "You had that overthinking face again. Now, relax, enjoy your bear butch," They murmur.

They gently shove a piece of sushi into your mouth. You moan and relax. They pull you into their lap. They can feel you pressed up against their soft, large, boobs. Your hand resting on their fat belly. They begin to slowly feed you sushi. You give them a slightly bewildered look.

They snort and kiss you gently. "Butch bear has to have their femme bear mate."