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love your work- here’s an idea for a story- a chubby, nerdy guy wishes to be more muscular to impress a twink he likes, but ends up a bloated, gassy bodybuilder who’s too big and gross to get a guy.

Quinton was about as sweet as they come. Just look at that shirt!

Sure, he wasn’t the prettiest crayon in the box, but he was colorful in his own ways. Charming, educated, and so dang funny. It was hard not to smile when he was in the same room. He had a tight circle of friends despite his shyness, and he had secured a full ride scholarship well into his senior year.

Things were looking up for him - nothing flashy, or anything to write home about, but he would have a good life. He’d stay in touch with his friends, go on to have a comfortable IT job, and eventually he’d settle down with a guy that loved him; when he was more financially and emotionally stable, of course.

But there were two obstacles in his way. One, he hated the idea of coasting through his life. He was average, and he couldn’t stand it. He was nothing like the jocks in his class with their lean bodies, all he had to do was squeeze his love handles to realize that. He couldn’t even claim to be the smartest guy!

On the student ranking list, he was #8. It should have been a proud achievement, but all he could focus on were the seven spaces between him and the #1 spot. He wanted to be great, and special. A good life and a wonderful life were two very different things. He didn’t want to settle.

And for the second thing, he had already found the guy he wanted to end up with. Except that guy definitely didn’t love him yet. He probably didn’t even know Quinton’s name, or that he even existed. They had “met” at the local gym just a week ago, when the nerd signed up in a last ditch effort to shed some weight.

The twink’s name was Andi, and all it took was one look at his thin frame to see that he wasn’t there to pump iron. He was a pretty little thing, perfectly coiffed hair and a waist so narrow that any hot guy could wrap their hands around him. It was obvious that was what he wanted. Strutting around in his pink crop tops and booty shorts, bending over to pick up little five pound weights.

All the meat in his body was stored in his ass, and Quinton and all the other gym patrons sure loved the show. That little bubble could bounce for hours, the product of carefully mastered squats. Andi was a fan of dropping it low, teasing the out guys and the closeted ones, too. A hole was a hole. His was wide open.

But for Quinton, he was simply taken with the twink’s confidence. He couldn’t deny that he was beautiful, but there was just something about his presence and unashamed attitude that made him smitten. His eyes were always on Andi, but Andi never glanced in his direction. No one ever did. He was always the last pick, or close to.

It was after watching a stud horse of a man follow Andi’s bouncing booty into the restroom that his jealousy got the better of him. The man was huge, he radiated power and masculinity, and he was clearly going to make a conquest out of the perky ass that had been teased in his face for weeks. Or so Quinton thought.

“I wish I could be like him.”

He wanted to be the guy who could follow Andi, who could make him turn around and smile in excitement. He just wanted SOMEONE to turn around, to notice him. He stopped on his treadmill when a sharp pain moved through his stomach, squinting his eyes in confusion. Then the pain became a bubbling, a tight sensation that kept getting tighter. He felt like he was going to pop.

His moved his attention to the restroom right as Andi ran out of it, a hand to his nose and a shrill gag leaving his mouth. “Oh, you absolute pig! Gross!” was all he had to say, flouncing off to a cleaner side of the gym. Quinton was confused, he must have misread the situation, but that didn’t change the fact that it felt like he was going to shit himself.

He burst into the restroom, rushing into a stall and slamming his ass down on a toilet. He started relieving himself when he noticed another man was doing the same in the stall right beside him. He glanced down at the huge, stretched sneakers peeking out and realized that it had to be the bodybuilder that followed Andi. The guy had only needed to take a dump.

Then the smell hit him, and he had to stick half of his palm into his mouth to stop himself from gagging. No wonder that Andi ran away! It smelled like a rotten egg had been stuffed into something that crawled up inside the man and died. His disgust was already sky high even before the stud farted, a fucking war siren echoing through the space. It droned on and on.

Quinton shuddered, his body betraying him to do the same. He grunted, louder than he intended, feeling his sore asshole clench as he deal with the block up. His stomach twisted, like a balloon was deflating in his gut and flying around and around, and then he farted. Just like the bodybuilder. Just as loud, and gross.

“Protein, right?” a gruff voice said beside him. “My turds are the size of my fuckin’ arm, dude.” Quinton could hear the water splashing, tears trailing down his cheeks in horror. He just wanted to finish and leave. The guy only chuckled. “You’re the first dude to give me a run for my money. Fuck, you smell like donkey’s unwashed ass, bro.”

He kept chuckling, talking about these gross things like it was everyday conversation. He sounded so dumb, and so simple, and Quinton already couldn’t stand the obviously straight, ill-mannered brute. But then his mouth opened, and a low baritone laugh left his mouth. His hand flew to his lips, but he couldn’t stop himself. He couldn’t control his vocal chords.

“Shit, brah. Bulking’s a bitch, you know how it goes,” the intruder said, making the gorilla beside him snort in agreement. Quint was petrified, legs shaking, he didn’t understand what was happening. “This is all chicken and rice,” he said again, not even getting the chance to wonder what the voice meant when his leg was lifted and he farted again. The scent was spicy, and pungent, but he kept breathing it in and laughing. The bodybuilder did, too.

“Bro, you’re fucking sick.” Quint was shocked, had he managed to out-disgust this gas tank of a man? Had he fallen that low? But then there was more laughter, a hand slapping against a meaty thigh. “We need to pump together, man. Name’s Brock.” Quint wanted to roll his eyes, the guy sounded like such a douche. He couldn’t imagine anything worse.

So his voice did the next worst thing, “Sounds like a plan, brah. I’ll be out in a minute. Name’s Clint.” Who the fuck was Clint?! And where did Quint - Quinton? - get off saying he was going to pump iron with this guy? He could barely left the weights Andi used, and that was saying something. He watched the sneakers shift as the man stood up, a rustle of clothes and the door swinging open on its hinges. Was he not going to flush?!

“We’re gonna be best buds, Clint. But I think I’ll call ya Donkey.”

A door closed, and Quint was shocked. He didn’t even wash his hands. This man was a walking sack of meat with no manners. And he... he wished to be just like him. He was still shitting when his body started to shake again, but not out of fear. It felt like an adrenaline shot had been stabbed into him, sweat leaking out of his skin with the intensity of a lifetime of workouts he was catching up on.

“Fuck me!” the deep voice growled, bending over as his ass stretched on the toilet seat. It didn’t feel like Quint’s anymore, not as his hips popped with a loud snap and his thighs started squeaking against the porcelain bowl beneath him. He started to feel like an elephant balancing on a tightrope, but he was only halfway there. He kept grunting like an animal.

His legs shot out, feet flying upwards as they grew longer and wider. His toes felt slimy, and hairy, and he wanted to cry. But all Clint could do was grip the cock still hanging in the dirty toilet bowl, rubbing a calloused hand down the shift as his body kept pumping with muscle. His calves tightened, waist flaring out. His massive balls drooped dangerously close to the brown water beneath them.

He could feel his wrist slamming against a bush of wet hair as it formed, a trickle of sweat sliding down his chest as they ballooned outwards. He was still shitting. Still jacking himself off. His nipples hardened, and poked forward, his biceps packing on muscle and rubbing against him. Every part of him was huge, and bloated, crammed against something. He took up so much space now.

Quint wanted to cry, opening his mouth to beg for help but his voice had been the first thing gone. All he could do was belch, feeling his jaw pop out of place and realign itself with a snap. It felt like someone had punched him in the face, like his features were swollen and huge, his skull felt tighter and his brain felt smaller. “Uh,” was all he could say, not even noticing drool dripping from his lip and hitting the tip of his cock.

He just used it as lube. All it took was a matter of seconds, and the chubby Quinton had beefed up into the self-proclaimed Clint. His gut had hardened into a bulging set of abs, bulked to the max with a soft layer of fat. His shoulders were wide and loaded, his lower half huge and clumsy. His dick was a massive fuck stick, twitching in his hand. He was covered in sweat and hair.

And then cum. He only laughed, coming down from his high and feeling tired for a moment. He used his hand to wipe the hot liquid from his cheek, smearing it against a hairy tight. He pushed out one last fart, clenching his tight asshole to check for any stragglers. Then he stood up, stirring all of his noxious fumes. His pits were almost worse than the toilet. He pulled up his gym shorts and tucked his softening cock away.

He wasn’t even wearing a shirt anymore, just hair and sweat and muscle. He looked like a hot mess, and so did the stall, but he still had a couple hours left of his workout. So he walked out of the cramped space without a second glance, smirking at the thought of some wimp trying to plunge his massive turds down the drain. He was one sexy fucking beast.

His wife sure thought so, a sexy tight thing he kept at home. She was young, and stupid, but fuck if that pussy didn’t know how to milk him good. He scratched his ass through his shorts, everything that made up Quinton disappearing to the depths of his new mind. The nerd was screaming, and would be for eternity, watching his average life be traded for this one. His sexuality and intelligence and manners were long gone. Clint only cared about getting his dick wet and a good pump at the gym with his best bro.

He took a lazy selfie for his wife before leaving the restroom, not bothering to wash his hands. “Have dinner and that cunt waiting for me. Home soon.” He hit send on the text as his shoulder knocked into a skinny little queen walking past him, knocking the twink on his bubble butt. He offered a sweaty hand, but the diva only gasped and covered his nose in horror.

“Ewww, pig!”

Clint only laughed and turned around, squeezing out one last protein fart in the little bitch’s face. “Nah, little bro, it’s Donkey.” And he was far from average.

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"Fuck dude somethings happening!"

"What's up man- holy shit you're sweating like crazy! Rod! Don't tell me they got you!"

"Fuck man! I think they did Mike. Gah, I didn't think that load would tag me fuck!"

"Okay no worries man, we just gotta -sniff- Fuck man-!"

"Don't get too close, fuck I'm dripping bad mpfff!"

Mike tries scrambling around the room to find an exit. But the smell is too great. The musk emitting from rod progressively fills the room. Causing Mike to huddle into a nearby corner as he watches his friend turn.

"Fuck no man -cough, cough- try to fight it." Mike attempts to cover his face with his this shirt. Feeling as the musk creeps around him. Almost like it's alive.

"Fuck Mike I'm sorry I... mmm I can't resist fuck. Ah fuck FUCK!" Rodney slowly feels his body rumble and grow. Helpless to his back widening. The muscle across his back, to the rest of his body developing. At the same time body hair rapidly created patches on those muscles. All while the musk continued to flow around him like a living maelstrom.

"Sooooo musky, so horny...arg. Mike! I-I'm sorry I gotta whiff it! Aaah -sniff-!" Rod fully gives in, feeling the living cloud fill his nostrils. Each huff made him further fall into the lust. While taking in more and more of the musk circling the room. Letting it flow into. But he didn't care, rather he couldn't. Then again why would he, when you get a stink as good as this. Being able to turn him into the beast he's slowly becoming.

Rod reveled in the last few huff, raving, panting, drooling like a mad man. Before feeling the last few puffs invade his mind before collapsing.

Mike opened his eyes to see his beast of a friend hunched over. He slowky walks over getting closer look seeing the musk still emit from his hairy sweat soaked body. With the remnants of his clothes still clinging to his large hairy muscles. His shirt ripped like an animal attacked him. His shoes, busted, showing off his large toes. Even ripped through the sock. Letting out more faint musk. And last, his pants. Trying to contain the constantly leaking monster. Shooting through what's left of his underwear poking out from the top of his sweats.

Mike was shocked to watch it throb and jump even though it still stuck inside them. But the size was unbelievable. He could slightly catch a glimpse of the shaft sticking out. Seeing its girthiness and vascularity live. Almost like it was alive.

Mike knew this is how most infected looked, how all of them actually looked. But he couldn't help but feel that Rod was still in there. Or maybe that was the musk talking, he did feel light headed. But he had to know. Rod still tried to reach out, he could be in there.

Without trying to touch him Mike grabbed something to prod at his body. Using a small stick to try get something out of him. All why he called out: "Rod! Rod!" No answer. He got a bit riskier using the tips of fingers to shake him further. While making to cover his face.

"Fuck you stink!" He murmurs as he shakes him. This time however, his friends head slight moves. Shifting slowly from side to side like he was waking up. Rod began to look around mumbling. Flinging mucus and spit from his face; until he saw Mike, and Mike saw him.

They looked at each other. For a brief second. Until Mike asked him: "R-Rod are you alright man. How do ya feel?" He says timidly.

Rod stares deeply into Mike's eyes. Almost unaware but a thought comes to mind. "Yeah man hehe I feel great, you said I stunk hehe. Why...don't you get a whiff!" He says as he grabs Mike's face and pulls it into his pits.

Mike is shocked. Immediately trying to react and pull back. But thanks to Rods new muscle and strength. He's pulled right onto Rods and pulled deeper into his pits. Rod is practically cuddling him into his pits as he chuckles feeling Mike trying to break free.

"Cmon man get a big whiff of my pits brother. Hehe here lemme help ya, urgh!" Rod focuses his mind onto his pits. Feeling a surge rush deep into his underarm. Before blasting a wave of musk into his friends face.

Mike is left breathing in the cloud of musk. Feeling it tingle as his nose, and mouth are flooded by the living cloud. Instantly his mind goes blank, and his face is drooling. Mike still having a semblance of sense. Looks around his friends body, and back to his pit. Before finding himself get to huffing himself. His cock was immediately to the sensation of his friends musk. Feeling every part of his body tingle. Finding himself even grind against his friends leg.

"Hehe fuck you like that bud. -Huff- I know I do. How do I smell now bro."

Mike rises up from the pit. Showing off a small beard sprouting from his face. Surprising him, yet watching it still continuing to grow.

"Stinky, you smell so stinky bro. You got my fucking dong wired."

"Goooood, nice stink beard bro!"

"Mmm feeling it grow, and I can feel yer stink."

"Well come get more of it bro. Gotta get as much if this shit as possible. All this musk its, it's beautiful." He says lifting his pits, letting his pits puff out.

Mike allows the corruption take over. By stripping down fully nude. Watching his friend strip, Rod rips off the remainder of his clothes like a beast. Finally letting his new body breath. Especially letting his new cock and balls free. Watching as it sprung flinging onto Mike's cock and stomach.

The shot instantly seeped into Mike's shaft, like lotion. Feeling flowing into cockhole. Prompting to fall back down onto Rods body. Slowly he started to grind his hips on Rods massive bush as Rod watched him slowly lose himself to the lust. Helping his friend and himself further delve deeper he slightly moves his cock next his friends now on his stomach. This time both their cocks were frotting together. Letting his infectious pre further flow deep into Mike's cockhole as he hugged him with his musky body.

The feeling made Mike and Rod moan almost simultaneously practically gooning from the corruption churning from within. Rodney from how strong the virus felt in him, and Mike from his body slowly succumbing to it. Feeling his balls swelling. Gladly welcoming it by continuing to grind harder, and now spurting pre.

Rod pulled his bud closer to his face. In a deep voice he breathed: "I'm gonna make you sticky, I'm gonna make you musky bro."

"Shit man do whatever, cause right now I don't want this to stop."

They look st each other before Rod kisses him mixing their musky breathes. Each sealing the deal. Going on to musk up one another, and Rod pinning Mike on his back frotting harder.

Mike feeling his body turning and rumbling just by being smother by him. But that's fine, cause all he could think while mumbling.

"Fucking stinky -sniffs, huffs- aaaaaaaaah!"

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Himbear Virus

Gabe and Caleb rushed into the grocery store in a frenzy. Word just broke out on the news that a virus was spreading in town and they knew they need to stock up on essentials while they still had time. It seemed insane but the virus only affected men and it turned them into bears with a love for cock. It sounded to crazy to be true but all the cities around there small town had been effected. It was deemed that it was only safe for women to go out but the two guys didn't have anyone to pick up enough groceries for them for a lockdown so Gabe grabbed a shop cart and rushed into the store with Caleb following in suit.

"What should we get?" asked Gabe as he turned the corner of an aisle, scanning over the items in front of him.

"I don't know, just enough stuff that'll last a while. We don't know how long we need to be in the quarantine." He said. "Maybe some meat or something?"

Gabe nodded, grabbing a few packages of steaks from the freezer section and then moving onto the next aisle. It appeared there were only women in the store and they were giving the two men worried glances. None of them dared to say anything to the two men and feared to watch them transform like so many other had.

"I can't believe this is happening," Gabe said as he looked around at the empty shelves of food. "What are we gonna do?"

Caleb shrugged his shoulders and replied, "We're gonna get what we need and then go home."

Gabe let out an audible swallow as Caleb filled up the cart. Gabe was straight through and through and feared about catching the disease. He knew he didn't want to become one of those himbos but he wasn't sure how he would react if he did. He was scared that he'd lose himself and his new body wouldn't let him go back, even if a cure were found.

This thought couldn't be farther from Caleb's mind. He just wanted to stock up and get out of there. He looked at gabe and asked, "How much money do you have on your debit card?"

"$200," Gabe answered.

"Okay, that should be enough. Let's just get the last of our shit and get home."

They turned down the next aisle and stopped in there tracks, noticing a shirtless man walking down the same one away from them. His muscular physique and bulging biceps looked incredible but the fact that he hadn't grown hair all over his body and hadn't bulked up yet showed the two men that the disease had only just started to affect him. Gabe noticed the veins bulging beneath his skin tensing as if his change was getting ready to amp up.

Without even looking it almost seemed like he knew they were there as he pulled down his shorts and exposed his cute bubble butt as if to tease them. He picked a wedgie out of his growing ass absentmindedly before disappearing into the next aisle.

Both of them were petrified and didn't know what to do. They hadn't seen one of the infected in person yet and it was a strange sight to behold. Gabe was the first to say anything after the man disappeared, but he spoke in a hushed voice to make sure only Caleb could hear him. "Did you see that? What the fuck!"

Caleb shook his head and replied, "Yeah I saw it."

A couple of minutes passed and neither of them dared to move until finally Caleb said they needed to finish and get out of there. As they shopped, Gabe couldn't get the man out of his head. The way he moved was sexy and he knew exactly what he'd look like once he transformed fully from all the other men he saw on the news. It made him feel weak in the knees. His dick was rock hard as if he were going crazy. He shook his head abruptly, he knew these weren't his thoughts. He wasn't into men. He just needed to finish and get out of here he didn't notice though as he followed behind Caleb that his body was changing by the second as his slender frame started to grow more beefy. He continued to push the cart along while his muscles continued to swell up beneath his skin, his chest becoming broader and filling out. His stomach protruded outwards with a mixture of muscle and fat as he got closer to the end of the aisle.

They both didn't notice his changes as Caleb continued absentmindedly putting items in the shopping cart. As they went down the aisle Gabe started to feel hot and sweaty, his heart racing as his hand landed on his crotch. His erection was so hard it hurt. He felt the heat rise within him as he reached down and rubbed himself through the fabric of his shorts which seemed to be getting shorter by the second. His eyes closed as he moaned quietly, feeling his briefs change into a jockstrap. His ass began to swell as it filled out with muscle and fat.

Caleb was oblivious to the events unfolding in front of him as he filled the cart up. Gabe bent over the cart to take a breath as strange thoughts began to fill his head. Thoughts about other men, big beefy men filled his head. Then his mind trailed back to the image of the shirtless man which sent chills up his spine. He couldn't help but wonder what exactly his transformation would be one the infection fully got to him.

He felt his cock start to throb and twitch at this thought, causing it to rub against the material of his jockstrap. His growing ass pushed down his shorts and exposed his ass which was quickly being covered in a dusting of hair. The jock clung to his two meaty globes for dear life and it was then that Caleb turned and finally noticed. He was horrified that the disease had gotten to him, even more so that Gabe didn't even seem to be aware and was even enjoying it.

"Dude! Are you okay?! You're turning! What do we do?!"

Gabe stood up, his body standing tall and proud as his cock twitched and grew. He looked down taking his rapidly changing body in. "I'm fine! I'm just fine!"

Caleb stumbled backwards, he couldn't believe his friend was becoming one of them. "Do you know what this means?"

Gabe didn't seem to be in his right mind and shook his head. "No... no I don't think I do..."

He grabbed his dick and balls and held them tightly, squeezing them as they swelled up to the size of grapefruits. Then he looked at his hands, seeing them covered in dark hairs. Caleb knew it was to late, he had to get out there before the same started happening to him. By now some of the women in the store were looking at them with pity, finally Caleb uttered, "I'm sorry dude, but I gotta go."

He turned on his heals and began to run for the exit. He left Gabe behind as he continued to change. Once he finally made it to the car he noticed that the man they saw earlier was now next to him and they were passionately making out in the middle of the store as the both of them continued to transform. Caleb was running on pure adrenaline as he got in the car and started to drive away from the store. He pulled out his phone and called 911 as a strange feeling began coursing through his body.

The operator picked up the phone and Caleb quickly said, "I need help, my friend is infected with the virus."

"I'm sorry sir but we can't help." The operator sounded annoyed with him and this angered him. How couldn't they help? As he started to try and plead with the operator his own body started to change, his legs stretching out and his waist widening. Soon his legs were as thick as tree trunks and the rest of his body continued to grow. His clothes started to tear as his stomach packed on pounds and formed a muscle gut, he could feel his changing body and continued to beg the 911 operator but they were persistent with the fact there was nothing they could do.

"I'm sorry sir, I already told you there is nothing we can do at this time."

As he tried to throw a retort back his voice cracked and he noticed in his rearview mirror that his face was starting to morph. His jaw stretched out and became wider as his nose grew big and bulbous as a beard began to cover his rounded jawline. Finally his arms doubled in size as did his shoulders. And the 911 operator was able to hear as his shirt was torn to pieces by his bulky frame.

"Please," he begged, "I don't want to be one of them."

His pleas fell on deaf ears as the woman simply hung up the phone without saying anything, there was nothing she could do. He dropped his phone in the passenger seat and pressed his foot on the gas, rushing for home. Once he arrived he jumped out of the car and ran inside. Not long after his ass began to swell up and he felt his cock throbbing.

His butt grew thick and juicy as body hair began forming all over his body. His juicy ass and thick legs ripped his pants from the seams. He couldn't believe it but it was starting to feel good. He walked into the bedroom and laid down on his bed as his body continued to change. His ass was soon replaced with a fully grown bubble-butt with large round cheeks as his once virgin hole widened and grew, ready to take any cock. His cock swelled up until it was nearly twice its normal size. He felt his feet become bigger and thicker as well as his fingers and toes. His body was covered in thick dark hairs now. While he rolled around in the bed in pure pleasure, he couldn't help but wonder how Gabe was doing and if he'd fully changed yet. The thought of whatever he turned into turned him on and his body yearned for him to be there.

He heard the front door open and footsteps shuffled in. He struggled to his feet and began to make his way into the living room. He wasn't used to his bulky frame and he could still feel his cock throbbing, begging for him to stroke. He fell to the floor once he made it and found 3 hulking men in his home. Caleb couldn't tell which one was Gabe anymore. He didn't really care either. All the men were nearly naked in only there jocks and seemed to be please to have seen someone else turn into one of them. They looked at him with lust filled eyes. The part of Caleb that still remembered his old life, how he used to be a straight man, was revolted by this. That part was quickly fading away though. He looked behind them and could see himself in a mirror. He didn't even recognize the man in front of him anymore. The hairy brute staring back he couldn't believe was him, before he could get too stuck on this though he looked back up to the strangers.

One of the men spoke up with a smirk, "You must be Gabe's friend. We figured you'd of gotten infected by now."

Caleb looked up at him and nodded. "Yes, I am."

"I'm glad I found you," said one of the other men.

Caleb's eyes trailed over to the other man who spoke up and it took him a second but he finally realized he could recognize that sexy jockstrap on his waist. It was the same one that had formed over Gabe's juicy ass as he rushed out of the store but now it was on the most bearish of the men.

"Is that you, I'm so sorry I left you like that dude."

Gabe smiled, "Don't worry about it man, now we're here and safe. And you're one of us."

Caleb shook his head at the thought but his bearish body disagreed with him and was eating the attention up. As much as he hated to admit it, he had been infected and he loved it. He could feel himself growing hard as two of the men moved and stood on either side of him and began groping their own thick asses, showing them off to Caleb. He didn't know how to react and looked to Gabe who let out a chuckle as he removed his jockstrap and showed Caleb every inch of his new body, "Just relax man, I'm sure you'll love this just as much as I do."

Caleb looked back to the men and saw their hands roam over their bodies, squeezing their cocks and rubbing their balls before their finger traced back to their hungry holes. Caleb felt his own cock begin to swell. It was too late, his mind had already been changed to much and the images of all these men only cemented that.

Gabe strode behind Caleb and presented his ass to him as well. Caleb beamed a smile at all the options that were present to him when he heard Gabe say from behind him "The real question here is which one of us do you want to start with."

Caleb looked back to Gabe and then to the other two men, they all looked hungry for him and their gaze begged for his cock. He couldn't help but have his glance fall back on Gabe though. He could tell by his stare that he needed him badly. He knew he couldn't leave him like this. They used to be best friends and Caleb didn't want these other two random strangers to be his first in this new body. He winked at Gabe, who nodded to him in response. He had no choice but to accept the changes. It crossed his mind how they both used to be buds, trying to pick up chicks at the bar. Always being each other wingmen but none of that mattered anymore, this was a new world and men like them were going to dominate it.

He eyeballed Gabe's juicy ass with a hunger he'd never felt before as he said, "I'll go with you."

Gabe eagerly laughed, "Sure thing man. Come on then."

The other two men began to undress as well. They pulled off their jocks revealing massive bulges between their legs and began jerking there throbbing cocks as they watched the two of them start to passionately kiss eachother. Caleb felt his cock throb even harder when Gabe's lips touched his and then he felt Gabe's thick tongue enter his mouth. He moaned quietly into his friend's mouth as the other men grunted in pleasure.

They broke apart and Caleb pushed Gabe against the wall, his body pressed tightly against him and his cock teased his hole. Caleb grabbed Gabe's big ass and squeezed it tight, feeling it flex under his hand as Gabe let out a small moan. He let out a primal grunt as he rubbed his face against Gabe's neck, his tongue licking his friend's sweaty skin. It wasn't long before the two were fucking like rabbits.

While the men were fooling around a TV played in the background and a news woman could be heard talking about the virus. She explained how there's been reports of several hundred people becoming infected around the country and how it seems to have spread across the entire globe within a matter of days. She also urged for what men were left unaffected to stay home and avoid all contact with any other men if possible.

She ended her report with a warning that if any male was exposed to an infected person, that there was no known cure.

The four men couldn't be bothered to listen to any of this. Their attention was on Caleb and his fat cock he was pounding Gabe with. Caleb looked over to the other two men and saw their cocks were as large as his own. They had the same dark hair and muscular builds. They were perfect, just like how everyone else would be soon to. He couldn't believe he had been so scared of all of this. He'd never felt so good in his hole life. He couldn't help but to now revel in the idea that soon all the men in the world would be like them.

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He is currently undergoing a forced transformation into a fat hairy bear jock. This is simply unavoidable. And if the spirit is not willing, it gets broken into a thousand shards and then gradually reassembled, piece by piece, into a new Bro that fits perfectly the bear-mutated jock body.

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Tag You're Fat

"Bro, why the fuck are we playing tag, we are grown ass adults." John asked.

"Just go with it man, it'll be fun." Brad pleaded. "It's not just any game of tag, It's called tag you're FAT! The way it works is that one person gets selected randomly to be it. He will eat this." Brad holds up a large pill. "It will turn them into a fatass for a short time, the fatass will then be contagious. Any person he touches will also become a fatass. Everyone hides and the last person to get fattened wins."

"Dude this game seems weird." Graham spoke out.

"C'mon just try it, it'll be fun." Brad pleaded once again.

The group seemed to collectively sigh and agree to play. Brad then pulled up a random number generator on his phone. "Everyone pick a number, I'll be one."

Each man then says a number between one and seven. Brad generated a number. "It's 4, who's 4!"

A couple guys pointed at Graham. "Man this is bullshit, I didn't even want to play this stupid ass game." Graham complained.

"That's too damn bad, take the pill." Brad responded.

Graham grabbed the pill and stared at it for a bit. "This is temporary right?" He asked.

"Ya of course, just take it." Brad said as he pulled up a photo of Graham on his phone, just for comparison for after.

Everyone started to get impatient so Graham finally swallowed the pill. Almost instantly, he began to twitch and grunt. As he twitched, his body began to jiggle more and more. His once flat stomach grew rounder and rounder by the second, riding up his shirt in the process. It kept growing until he had a solid beer gut that sagged over his waist line and love handles that thickened his once slim waist. His defined pecs became soft and plump as they sagged onto his gut and his arms became plump with a thick layer of fat. His pants tightened under the pressure of his growing ass and thick thighs. Finally his face widened as fat filled his cheeks.

Graham stood in silence as he took off his tiny shirt. His friends waited in silence for him to say something.

"Huh huh huh, that felt good!" He said in a dumb voice.

No one could tell if he was being serious, but they figured he was when he kept giggling and playing with the fat on his belly.

"Ok everyone, HIDE!" John yelled as he ran to a hiding spot. No one had time to react, so they just ran. Each of them found a hiding spot as Graham started to slowly hunt them down.

John trembled as he heard the large man stomp towards his hiding spot. He struggled to keep quiet as Graham approached. "Boo!" Graham yelled as he turned the corner. John jumped and proceeded to plead for Graham to not tag him.

"Wait wait! You don't need to tag me. You can just go find someone else." He practically pegged.

"isn't that the point of the game though?" Graham asked as he reached for John's arm. John yelled in fear, but immediately stopped when Graham made contact.

His muscles seemed to tense up, and he started to grunt. John started to grow much faster than Graham did. Within moments his belly had grown so big that he looked pregnant. It grew and grew, almost never ending until it was larger than a beach ball, ripping straight through his shirt. His hands grew to twice their size as he held his massive gut. A thick layer of fat covered the rest of his body, giving thick arms and legs, and large man tits. His ass also grew to the point that it ripped through his pants, leaving him completely naked, though it's not like you could seem much under that hulking gut. Similar to Graham, his face was the last to change. His face rounded out until it looked like a circle and he grew multiple chins under his thick beard.

John sat there for a moment, getting used to the way his body felt. The thick legs that rubbed together and the giant gut that changed his centre of gravity made it hard for him to move around.

"Get up big guy!" Graham pulled John to his feet.

"Shut it pipsqueak, you try movin around with a gut like this." John snapped back.

The two men soon went back to searching for the rest of their friends, shaking the ground as they walked. Dewayne and Miguel hid together nearby and peered around a corner to see Graham and John searching.

"Dude is that John?! He's fucking massive, and he's naked." Miguel whispered.

"Shut up, they're gonna hear us." Dewayne whispered back.

Almost as if on cue, John and Graham turn and start walking toward their hiding spots. They were cornered, so they just curled up and hoped they wouldn't be seen. It did not work. Graham turned the corner, chuckled, and grabbed both men.

Dewayne started to grunt as his body grew. His soft gut spilled out of his black tang top and over his shorts. He grew soft man tits that stretched his shirt to its limit. His body quickly started to say under its own weight as a thick layer of pudge covered his body.

Miguel befell a similar fate soon after. Although the effects didn't seem as bad on him since he was such an athletic person, but that could only help him so much. His six pack rapidly turned into a beer belly larger than his own dad's gut, riding up his tiny gym shirt. His solid pecs swelled into a pair of moobs with nipples that showed through his shirt. The defined arms and legs he worked so hard for softened into pudgy limbs.

The two men emerged from their hiding spots, happy as ever without a thought going through their minds.

It didn't take long for them to find Andrew after that. He was the tallest in the group, making it hard for him to hide. He tried to run but quickly ran into John, knocking him straight on his ass. Unfortunately for him, his arms hit John's belly in the impact. Andrew sat on the floor as his mind cleared and his body started to grow. Within seconds he had a giant hairy belly hanging out of his shirt, only rivaled by John's. His limbs bilmped out and his ass expanded, popping open his belt and threatening to rip his jeans. Finally a thick double chin formed under his beard. Andrew stood up, towering over the rest and crossed his arms. "Well who's gonna find the rest?" He asked in a dumb voice.

Brad trembled as he heard someone approaching his hiding spot. He had no idea who it was, but it sounded like someone massive. He got scared and decided to get up and run from his hiding spot. As he got up, he was met by Andrews thick underbelly.

His forehead impacted Andrews belly, knocking him back. He grunted in pleasure and pain as the transformation began. His body was hit the hardest since John. His once unnoticeable belly soon became impossible to miss, riding up his shirt to his chest and drooping over his waist. His skinny chest exploded with fat, growing larger tits than he had ever seen before, with large sensitive nipples. His previously thin arms became engulfed with fat and his legs thickened until it was basically impossible for him to separate them. His love handles spilled over his waist and his ass fattened until his crack was visible above his pants. He got up once his transformation was complete, struggling to stay up due to his immense weight. He pulled up his shirt and looked down at his hulking gut and man tits, he smiled before following the rest of the men to find the last of their friends.

"Omar, you're the last one you can come out now!" John yelled.

Omar appeared from behind a couch and stood in shock at the sight of his friends. Each one of them bursting out of their clothes and sagging with fat, John had even ripped out of his clothes. Omar started to laugh hysterically, pointing out how fat his friends were. Once he regained his composure he asked his friends, "so when does this wear off?"

"What do you mean wear off, why would we want it to wear off?" John responded.

"No no, you said it would wear off." Omar's expression quickly changed.

"What do you say boys, this guy is lookin a bit too skinny for our standards, how about we change that." John asked the rest of the boys.

Omar backed away, but quickly became cornered by the horde of large men. It didn't take long for one of them to grab his arm. He froze in place and started to grunt as his body began to change. He tried to resist, but there was no point. His gut burst out of his shirt, popping off the buttons in the process. His pecs grew into thick moobs, and he grew multiple chins under his light stubble. His ass fattened until it ripped through his jeans, and his thighs ripped what was left of them, leaving him naked from the waist down. His arms fattened up as he held his gut.

"Now for the best part about the game." John started as he approached Omar. "It has made up who we were meant to be, it made us hot." John gets really close to Omar, pressing both their bellies together. "Now we can do whatever we want with each other." John grabbed Omar's dick as he spoke, making him moan.

With all the tension built up over the game, it didn't take long for all of them to rip off their tiny clothes. Nothing in their heads other than sex and food.

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Happy Hour

[with extra special thanks to @jhontfs for helping me find the best possible resolution for the final image]

Jared (right) was so happy to have found Michael (left). Both of them hated the gay scene. Too much drinking. So much sluttiness. Nobody was interested in being cultured or productive. Jared was proud of how driven he and Michael were. How else could Jared have become a Senior VP of Sales at age 28 (at his dad’s company)? And how else could Michael have risen through the ranks to become lead accountant at age 27 (at a subsidiary of Jared’s dad's company)?

Needless to say, they could afford to spend their anniversary dinner somewhere other than Buffalo Wild Wings. But they came back every year because it was where they first met, doing summer jobs so they could hustle and save up money for when they went to Ivy League colleges. They liked to return to where they met, dressed in their Brooks Brothers best, to remind themselves of how far they had come. It was fun!

Well, usually it was fun. This year they could barely hear their conversation about which opera they should buy season tickets to. A group of frat boys was getting rowdy over at the bar, excited over some sports game or other. As the couple watched, glaring, one of the drunk dudes - a brunette guy with a backwards white baseball cap from which greasy brunette sideburns were spilling - was chanting “GO! GO! GO!” at the top of his lungs. He threw his hands in the air, accidentally slopping half his beer all over himself and the counter. While the others whooped loudly, he stripped off his top, revealing his shelflike pecs and broad shoulders, using his sopping wet shirt to mop up the rest of the spill.

Jared rolled his eyes. “What a disgrace. They should be kicked out. If I was still the manager here, I'd already be on the phone with the police.”

Michael glowered over at the boisterous group. "I don't mind if they want to hang out and watch the game. But it's like we don't even exist to them. They only care about themselves, and not how they’re affecting everyone else in the room.”

Jared crossed his arms. “Because they don’t realize other people have lives. To them, nothing matters more than sports, beer, and meaningless hookups. So they don’t think they’re interrupting anything by acting like drunken apes. And nobody else seems to mind! It’s straight privilege.”

Michael furrowed his brow. “I actually think they might be from a gay frat. That one guy looks very comfortable in that other guy’s lap.”

"Even worse,” grunted Jared. “It's bad enough that so many gays waste their lives on party drugs and meaningless hookups. Why add all the sports and rowdiness on top of that? What a miserable waste of a life. Why bother being a drunken lout when you can actually contribute to society in a meaningful way?”

“If I knew, I’d tell you,” Michael grumbled, stabbing at his salad with his plastic fork.

Vowing to ignore the frat boys and carry on with their dinner, the couple picked up their conversation, deciding to look over the opera schedules for a third time and pick whichever theater was doing the most Philip Glass performances.

Jared was about to move the subject along to his favorite topic, work, when Michael fell ominously silent, his eyes locked on something behind Jared’s head.

Jared turned to see the shirtless frat boy they’d noticed earlier, stumbling in their direction and looking like he was going to throw up. Jared tucked his feet in closer to the table. No way was he going to get vomit on his loafers on his anniversary, for Pete’s sake.

Thankfully, the dude didn’t throw up. However, what he did instead was even worse. As he walked past, he stumbled, slammed his beer stein down on their table (knocking the gift-wrapped Rolex that Jared was planning to give Michael onto the floor in the process), and fell right into Michael’s lap. The guy reeked of beer. Jared wrinkled his nose. Michael just stared at the man in his lap, wide-eyed, seemingly in shock.

The frat boy took a beat to consider the situation he found himself in. He looked Michael up and down, blinked slowly, twice, then wrapped his arms around him and gave him a wet sloppy kiss, shoving his tongue halfway down Michael’s throat.

“Excuse me, what the hell do you think you’re doing?” asked Jared. The frat dude pulled away and gave him a quizzical look.

“Yeah, what are you doing, man?” said Michael. But his tone was slightly slurred and vague, as if he’d gotten secondhand drunk from the sheer amount of beer on the other man’s tongue. His eyes were still wide and glassy.

The frat boy didn’t answer. He just locked lips with Michael again. And this time, Michael kissed back. Jared could see his boyfriend’s tongue darting tentatively into the frat dude’s mouth. He was so scandalized he couldn’t speak. No words came to him, which was a first.

The frat dude grabbed Michael’s face and Michael wrapped his arms around his broad back, his kneading hands leaving fading white impressions on the frat boy’s impressive traps. When the frat boy pulled away again and removed his hands, Jared saw he’d left a brown blotch of something on Michael’s cheeks, which was smeared around the bottom of his chin. Was that… barbecue sauce?

Jared looked closer, disgusted and confused, but noticed it wasn’t sauce. It was dry. It was… stubble. But Michael never even needed to shave, he had always been perfectly smooth… Jared watched in horrified fascination as the stubble seemed to pulse, greasy brown hairs wriggling out of their follicles, becoming longer and longer until they formed a dense line like a brunette shadow along the bottom of his boyfriend’s jaw. The hair carpeted his face like moss, totally wrecking the neat, preppy visage he otherwise displayed to the world and clashing horribly with his darker, slicked-back hair.

The frat dude paused his makeout session to lick along the trail of thick hairs, his tongue rustling against them, causing Michael to moan. Jared had heard his boyfriend moan before. Countless times. But this time, Michael’s voice sounded deeper. It reverberated in Jared’s head, causing him to lose focus for a second.

When his vision clicked back into place, he saw Michael’s hair also doing something that should have been impossible. Like a time-lapse video, the neat cut had begun to sprout, hairs breaking free from their slicked-back prison and flying out in every direction. His corporate undercut was slowly subsumed as the hairs on the back and sides of his head surged outward like an untended lawn filling with weeds.

The frat boy ran a hand through Michael’s lengthening hair as they kept kissing like a pair of wrestling pythons, leaving the hair greasier and messier than it had been before. It looked matted with sweat, like he’d just run a mile. Suddenly, as if they had flopped down from being strapped on either side of his head, two fluffy, greasy sideburns fell past Michael’s ears, connecting his chinstrap - and that’s what it was, Jared realized; a full, douchey-as-hell chinstrap beard - to the rest of his unkempt ‘do. As soon the connection was made, the dark color leached out of the rest of Michael’s head, leaving him with a tangled mop of brunette hair.

Seeing his boyfriend’s neatly styled hair dissolve into chaos in front of him was too much for Jared to take. The thing he loved most about Michael was how much he cared about his appearance. Neither of them could abide untidiness, but now his boyfriend looked like he’d been living in a cave for months. He made a move to grab Michael’s arm so he could drag his boyfriend away from whatever was happening, but he paused when he heard Michael speak in a rumbling bass, the words slurred and dull.

“Fuck, dude, you’re so fucking hot.”

Suddenly Michael’s arm was moved out of grabbing range as it vanished beneath the table, seemingly rubbing the frat boy’s growing bulge. OK, that did it. Whether it was the out-of-character cursing or the outright disrespect that did it, Jared’s haze of confusion cleared and he stood up.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing, Michael?” he spat.

Michael ignored him. With his left hand, he flicked the frat boy’s nipple, making it harden and pop against his bulging pec. Jared walked around the table and grabbed Michael’s shoulder, trying to shake him out of whatever stupor this frat boy had put him into. However, all that this accomplished was somehow ripping Michael’s expensive button-down shirt down the middle. Michael’s skinny, pale frame was exposed, rippling with exertion. Wait, no. Not exertion. It was just… rippling.

As Jared watched, six abs bubbled up from beneath his boyfriend’s stomach, clenching and unclenching as they grew and bulged, the force of their growing bulk eventually pushing against his navel until it seemed to burst, making a quiet popping sound as it flipped from an innie to an outie. The frat boy placed a finger at Michael’s belt line and ran it up toward Michael’s newfound abs, a trail of thick dark hairs rising up in its wake to form a masculine treasure trail, also brunette and slick with sweat.

Michael gasped and shuddered, pausing the kiss so he could take a deep breath. His chest slowly rose. And rose. And rose. His pecs ballooned into an enormous shelf, his soft nipples stretching to the limit until they too made a soft popping sound and turned into hard, dark knots at the end of what seemed to be two balloons inside his chest. His new pecs were too big for his position, crushed between him and the frat boy. He shifted slightly, removing his shirt completely and shaking out his shoulders, which spread like a pair of mighty wings, becoming an impossibly wide foundation to accommodate his newly giant pecs comfortably. He scratched at his rib cage, where a tattoo inked itself across the skin, bearing the Greek letters “delta rho chi.”

Jared realized he had just been standing there, gawping, for more than a minute. He couldn’t understand what he was seeing. This muscular, shirtless, horny guy who was still making out with a stranger looked nothing like his boyfriend.

His boyfriend, Michael, who was preppy and oh-so perfect for him.

But… there was nothing preppy about this man. Sure, he wasn’t wearing a shirt, but the button-down that Jared could vaguely remember seeing earlier was now a hockey jersey, rumpled and squished behind the horny duo’s writhing bodies. The smart slacks he thought Michael had worn were now distressed jeans that strained against muscular legs.

His boyfriend, Michael, who was an adorable nerd.

But… this guy certainly couldn’t be described as adorable. Jared examined Michael’s face, watching as his nose bent like it had been previously broken. The chinstrap, more than shaping his jawline, actually seemed to warp it before Jared’s eyes so it became straighter and broader. His neatly plucked eyebrows thickened, becoming vaguely simian and just as unkempt as the rest of his hair, also fading to a brunette color. His eyes were closed. Was it a trick of the light or were there bags forming beneath them? The skin around his eyes darkened and reddened, making him look like a hard-drinking raccoon after a week of sleepless nights.

His boyfriend who loved him. His boyfriend, whose name was… Whose name was what? Jared panicked, realizing that the man in front of him was so different from how he used to be that he was struggling to remember how he used to look and what he was called. Was it Mitchell? Michael? Oh, of course…

“Mike!” shouted Jared.

Mike broke his kiss with the frat dude with a sound like a plunger. He grunted, “‘Sup?”

“What’s going on, Mike? Why are you just making out with this idiot?” Jared asked. “What about us? What about our anniversary? The opera? Philip Glass?”

“Fill up glass?” Mike said, seemingly dazed. “Nah dude, I usually drain ‘em!” He chugged the rest of the beer from the stein that the frat boy had set on the table earlier. Giving a deep, boisterous chuckle and a burp, Mike picked up a blue baseball hat from the floor (which Jared could have sworn wasn’t there before), slammed it haphazardly over his greasy rat’s nest of hair, grabbed the frat boy by the hand and dragged him toward the bar, saying, “C’mon bro, let’s get another.”

As the newly minted frat bro walked away, Jared found the memories of his boyfriend fading more and more. He tried to remember the name again. It was on the tip of his tongue. He’d literally just said it. What was it? He tried to jog his memory. He was here at Buffalo Wild Wings because it was their anni-. Their- He was here because it was the closest place to his office and he needed to get some quick food while working overnight on this important report. Of course! How could he have forgotten? That deadline was looming. The stress of it must be the reason he felt so panicky, sweaty, and bereft. He dug into his messenger bag and pulled out his laptop.

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Mike was so happy he had found Eddy. Another bro just like him who loved to suck cock and didn’t mind inviting a third or a fourth into bed whenever the fuck they felt like it. Just a cool, chill dude, the kind he’d always dreamed of meeting when he got to college last year.

Speaking of… He turned to ask his boyfriend which Grindr hookup he wanted to invite over the frat house that night, but Eddy was distracted. He was looking over at some preppy-looking douchebag at a table a little way away from them. He had his laptop open, working on some sort of spreadsheet. He took frequent breaks from inputting data to glare over at Mike and his buddies.

Eddy bellowed over the racket their frat brothers were making. “Who the fuck brings work to Buffalo Wild Wings? What kind of loser life is that? Why bother pouring your entire soul into a career when you can just have fun and fuck around instead?”

“If I knew, I’d tell you,” Mike shouted as he pulled Eddy in for another sloppy, delicious, beer-soaked kiss.

[immaculatetfs]

Jack Meets The Bunny

Jack hated Easter with a passion! It was such a dumb holiday, he couldn’t understand why people would celebrate a dumb bunny bringing dumb chocolate eggs to dumb kids. The whole idea was DUMB! Luckily, this year his family had gone to visit his grandparents the day before Easter leaving him home alone until Easter Sunday. He was a uni student and didn’t have time to care about pointless holidays. He was studying Sports and Exercise Science, he was going to be a personal trainer and he was in the best shape of his life! So why would he like a holiday where people are chocolate like dumb pigs. Even better his annoying younger brother would be gone, he still believed in the Easter bunny and Jack would mock him for it. “He’s not real you know! And how the hell could a bunny lay a chocolate egg?” He would always give his little brother a tough time every year. And he knew it would be the same this Easter as Jack would be told off for upsetting his brother again. Sure he was a kid but he needed to grow up some time. Jack was a strong, attractive and intelligent man. If he wanted his brother to grow up like him, he had to get rid of those stupid ideas of bunnies and chocolate. However, Jack’s attitude towards Easter certainly didn’t go unnoticed...

As Jack got ready for a night of playing Xbox in the lounge and chilling, he saw a slip of paper slide next to his feet from under the couch. Hesitantly, he reached down and plucked up the piece of paper, seeing it was in fact a letter! The handwriting was smudged and hard to read. Clearly the person who wrote it wasn’t used to writing. Chocolate was smudged across the corners and made it sticky in Jack’s hands. He read...

“Dear Jack, it would seem you have an issue with the Easter holiday, but you must learn you can’t always get your own way! You ridicule your brother and try to taint his day, so Jacky boy now it’s time you pay. You like to say my ways are dumb, for that a sweet chocolatey fate you will succumb.”

What on earth was this? Is this some dumb prank by his little brother? The letter was signed with a chocolaty law print as well. This was ridiculous. As Jack screwed up the letter he heard a rustling beside him. He turned and saw no movement. Only a carefully placed, bite sized Easter egg. It was no bigger than a normal chicken’s egg but had tag hanging off it. “Eat me, I’m a dumb Easter egg” it said in scruffy writing. This was just getting stupid, and for one of his brother’s pranks this was pretty extravagant. To humour him, Jack picked up the egg and gave it a small bite. The chocolate was smooth and milky. It melted on his tongue and coated his taste buds. It was the best chocolate he’d ever tasted. It was melting in his hands when without second thought he devoured the rest and licked the remaining chocolate off his fingers. Man that was amazing, he wanted more.

Jack heard more scurrying behind him and turned around. That’s when he saw something he thought would be impossible. There, right in front of him was a bunny. Not just any bunny, the Easter bunny. It stood on two legs and it’s fur was Snow White. It looked almost like a cartoon as it had a smirk on its face and it’s arms were crossed. Jack almost fell off his chair he was in so much shock. “So Jacky boy, do you still think believing in the Easter bunny is dumb?” Jack was speechless. He got up and tried to sprint for the front door but the bunny was quicker, hopping in front of him and blocking his exit. Before Jack had time to think the bunny put it’s arm out in front of him and opened its paw, revealing another chocolate egg. “Come on, I know you want it.” It was true, Jack craved that smooth chocolaty taste again and reached out and took it. He began scoffing the egg like a pig, enjoying every bite as it melted in his mouth. He failed to notice his name was engraved in white chocolate letters. “Be careful, too much chocolate isn’t good for a growing lad like you.” Said the bunny. What? What did that mean? Jack was confused, two small chocolate eggs weren’t going to do anything. Then it hit him. Jack’s belly started to gurgle and churn. It felt like he was bloated. He still had chocolate covering his mouth and fingers from where he’d eaten the chocolate so quickly. This feeling of bloating soon got worse and Jack had to clench his stomach and bend over. What was happening to him? And why could he smell chocolate again? And taste it too?

The pain in Jack’s stomach started to get so sever he stumbled towards the wall, placing one chocolate covered hand against it leaving a smudgy hand print as the other cradled his stomach. He felt dizzy and slumped against the wall, he slid down it and landed in his butt. If he could look up from his now very bloated belly he would have seen the bunny smiling. It then began waking closer to Jack now that it was head height with him. “See, I’ve had enough of you mocking me, and with a growing population it’s hard to keep up with the demand for Easter eggs. I can’t make all of them myself! So when I find naughty boys like you, I like to bring you on board to help. As part of my, what should we call it? Ahh, production staff!” This made Jack look up, his eyes were watering as he was in so much discomfort. His face still had chocolate smeared around his mouth and chin. Then with a great force, he felt as his belly surged forward. It was growing! Where he had shredded abs a few minutes ago he now sported a small gut. He touched it with his hand and it was hard like he’d eaten until he was stuffed. It was pulsing from being rock hard like he was full then softer like he’d digested it. Each time his belly grew a little bigger. It looked like he was hiding a bowl under his top, that’s when the bunny moved closer. With one paw it lifted his shirt over his gut. As it did, Jack’s growing belly surged forward again and now rested in his lap. There was no way his shirt would cover it anymore! As it surged again, the button on his trousers popped off. This was bad. Hair was now growing on his once hairless stomach, it looked thick and dark, and solid? The bunny placed a paw on his tummy and snapped off one of the hairs and brought it to Jack’s nose. It was chocolate! The chocolate hair was then jammed into Jack’s gaping maw and he started to eat it. It was so nice as it melted off his tongue. “Yeah... that’s a side effect of the egg, your body hair is chocolate now so we’ll have to pluck them off when they’re ready. We’ll melt them down and use them for other chocolates or just as chocolate straw in Easter baskets.” The bunny stated nonchalantly. Jack was in shock. He had a belly he didn’t have a few moments ago and now had chocolate body hair! What the fuck was next?!

Jack looked down at his ball belly as he felt different parts of his body start to swell with pudge. His arms grew soft with heavy fat. His pecs filled out until they looked like supple tits resting on his enormous gut. His chocolate covered chin bubbled as a double chin dropped down giving his face a rounder looks as his cheeks puffed out. Jack raised his arms and noticed where he should have smelt a light BO wafting from his armpits, all he could smell was chocolate! The bunny sat on Jacks bloated growing belly like a cushion and looked him in the eyes. His stomach was now rumbling worse than ever, it felt like he was having contractions. Still smiling, the rabbit started cupping Jack’s moobs. They were sensitive and sore. They felt swollen. They felt... full! Out of thin air, the rabbit pulled out a glass cup and with the other hand grabbed Jack’s tit. He squeezed gently and a pressure felt like it was building up and then released. Jack watched with concerned eyes. A thick brown liquid was pouring out his sensitive nipple and into the glass. It felt so good, it was almost as good as getting head! Jack moaned as the glass became more and more full. Once the liquid was overflowing from the rim, the rib it stopped but Jack wished he’d continued. The bunny raised the glass to Jack’s fat face and told him to open wide. It forced Jack to drink the liquid from his own gut. It spilled down his chins and down his belly. It tasted incredible! Like a thick chocolate fudge brownie milkshake.

Jack’s belly had stopped expanding and fat had stopped filling onto his frame. “Thank god it must be over!” Jack said with a relieved sigh. “Over? Don’t be silly! We still have a few more changes. This will be your new life after all, I have to make it perfect!” The bunny said with a sinister grin. The rabbit started stripping Jack of all his clothes, ripping it off with it’s teeth until Jack was left in his underwear. Nervously, Jack placed a hand oh his gurgling gut and expected the worst...

That’s when he felt it. There was something, or somethings, in his belly. They felt hard but were moving around. That’s when Jack felt something starting to push from his tight anus. He didn’t want to imagine but he knew exactly what was about to happen. As it started crowing out of his hole, Jack clenched and rocked uncomfortably. With each second it felt like what was coming out was getting bigger and bigger. To make sure he didn’t damage it, the bunny walked up to Jack and rolled him onto his side. With more room, the foreign object had more room and was pushing out faster. Jack winced with pain until he heard a loud pop, followed but a sad sounding fart. Where he expected to smell a typical protein fart he was instead treated to the fresh smell of chocolate. It was intoxicating. The bunny reached into the back of Jack’s underwear and removed the large foreign object, holding it up to Jack’s face. How could that have come out of him? How did he push out an Easter egg?! It was the size of his head and had an intricate design, saying happy Easter in white chocolate letters.

Jack was going to be sick. Was this permanent? Was he going to keep shitting out Easter eggs! “That’s definitely a good start for a beginner boy! You’ll be doing bigger and better though.” Jack started begging the bunny to change him back. He felt sore and still bloated. He shook his gut feeling more eggs churning and growing, sure to be on the way any minute. Jack wished he’d never called the Easter bunny dumb or mocked his little brother. Then without warning the tabbing reached a paw into the front of Jack’s and started rummaging around. It was weird, Jack should have been able to feel this but he couldn’t. Jack tried to look but he couldn’t see anything below his chocolate egg making gut. Finally the bunny found what it was looking for and with a loud snapping noise pulled out a carrot. A carrot?! “Oh did I forget to mention? I can’t have my production staff getting distracted. You’re going to be so busy you don’t have time to play with such a useless piece of meat between those legs. Your just a fine chocolate egg layer now. Plus, I’m a rabbit! So this is a nice way to deal with that pesky pecker!” And with that, the rabbit took a quick hard bite off the end of the carrot. Within moments it was completely devoured. “Oh I almost forgot” said the bunny as it reached into Jack’s underwear once more. This time it pulled out a bag of chocolate coins. “Can’t forget those too!” It said ripping open the bag and taking the golden foil off the chocolate coin. Those were, no way! Those were Jack’s balls! And before he could protest the bunny started shoving the coins into Jack’s mouth. That sweet chocolaty taste hit his tongue again and he was in heaven! “Now you’re going to have all the chocolate you want Jacky boy. It’s all you can stomach, literally! You need it to form the chocolate eggs.” The bunny helped Jack to his feet and started leading him to the front door. As Jack walked his blubber jiggled and his belly bounced. Now it was deflated a bit, from the egg relieving pressure, it looked more blubbery and soft. Although his tits still felt so full! Jack now had to walk with a waddle as if he moved too quick his heavy swaying fat would throw him off balance.

“Remind me boy, what’s the name of your little brother?” The bunny stopped just before the door, turning to Jack with a wicked grin. “It’s Ollie.” Jack said worried for what was about to happen. “And does Ollie have a lot of friends?” The bunny asked now walking up towards Jack. “Umm, yeah he does, they normally have a party with an Easter egg hunt here, all of his friends come over, it’s dumb... I mean fun!” Jack smiled anxiously hoping the bunny didn’t pick up on his carelessness with his words. But it had, and this was going to make it all the better for the bunny! That’s when the gurgling started again as Jacks soft fat belly quickly expended and got hard and bloated again. Oh no!

In the early hours of the morning, Ollie and his parents returned to the house. Jack wasn’t to be seen anywhere and they assumed he was probably seeing friends. He hated Easter anyway and it was better he was out of the house, he always tried to ruin it for Ollie. His parents started decorating the house for the party and told Ollie to go get changed. But before Ollie could enter his room he saw a small note stuck to his bedroom door. The writing was smudged and had chocolate dried onto bit of the paper. He picked it off the door and read.

“Dear Ollie, your brother used to hate Easter with a passion and mocked you straight, now your brother Jack has learnt his actions carry a new chocolateyweight. He’ll work year round with me making chocolate eggs, that should bring him down a few pegs. To show he’s sorry he’s stocked your house for the party, enjoy Easter Ollie and unlike Jack, don’t be naughty!”

Ollie didn’t know it yet but there were hundred of eggs of different sizes hidden around the garden and house for the hunt. The fridge was stocked with fresh chocolate fudge brownie milkshakes in several huge bottles. Chocolate hairs had been sprinkled over tables and placed in Easter baskets. Easter eggs with cute designs were placed in every room like ornaments. And as Ollie entered his room, there was a huge basket of Easter eggs with his name and the names of all his friends on them. There was even an Easter egg for Jack, which was sad as he wouldn’t be able to have it. Oh well, it just meant more for Ollie! This was truly going to be the best Easter ever! The chocolate that Easter was the best he had ever had! Ollie would always be treated to the best Easter eggs every year from now on, and his parents never knew where they’d come from. But poor Jack had a new job as the Easter bunny’s top producer. From now on, Jack’s chocolate eggs could be found in every house, every Easter!

(A quick story I wrote for Easter, I hope you guys enjoy it and have a great Easter 😁)

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Coach’s Favourite

Lucas was an out and proud nerd. He excelled academically because he loved to study. He was every teacher’s dream student. He was a straight A student in all his classes except for one. Gym class.

So when he was asked by Coach to stay after school to discuss his grades, he was terrified. Lucas didn’t put any effort into gym class. He often insulted the class describing it as ‘mind numbingly boring’ and ‘A class created for people who don’t have a brain’. But now Lucas was terrified that he was being forced to face the hulking man that he loved to criticise.

Lucas anxiously waited outside Coach’s office after school. He waited and waited until there was not a single person left in the halls. No one chatting by their lockers. No busy bustling atmosphere filled with laughing and gossiping. Just silence. The empty atmosphere put Lucas on edge. He began shaking his leg until eventually a big hulking hairy figure came around the corner. It was Coach. He walked up to his office door, unlocked it, turned on the light and told Lucas to come in. Coach confidently strode in and sat at his desk. He invited Lucas to sit across from him. His face stern and angry.

“Lucas, your grades are...”

Lucas was ready for the shouting to begin. He was ready to face the consequences of his constant back talking and defiance. Lucas braced himself for coach’s harsh words. But then Coach said something Lucas didn’t expect.

“Amazing, Lucas. Your grades in gym class are amazing. You’re at the top of the class.”

Lucas was shocked. That couldn’t have been right. Lucas barely partook in class. How could he be getting an A+ when he always defied coach’s orders? Especially when all the stupid empty headed jocks that excelled at gym were in his class. Coach smiled deviously at Lucas’ confusion. Coach whipped off his t-shirt and smiled at Lucas, condescendingly asking:

“How many protein shakes do you drink a day? You look huge. At this stage, you’re the biggest jock in my class”

Lucas was shocked by the fact that Coach was standing shirtless in front of him. But Lucas had no time to question it. Lucas’s uniform began to feel so uncomfortable. It began to feel so tight. As if his clothes were shrinking. He felt so restricted. His clothes just got tighter and tighter. Lucas groaned hoping coach wouldn’t notice. Lucas then looked down to see that it wasn’t his clothes that were shrinking... he was growing.

Lucas’ biceps began to grow bigger and stronger. His hands becoming big and thick. His fingers fat like sausages. Lucas grasped for his phone and tried to call for help. But his big fat sausage fingers wouldn’t allow him to press the correct buttons anymore. Lucas’ pecs then began to inflate. They grew big and soft. Like two fat juicy tits. His round tits became so big that they began to press against his shirt. The shirt got tighter and tighter until *POP*. The buttons flew off his shirt revealing his big fat bouncing tits. The once scrawny Lucas was now a hulking big titted monster.

Lucas was in shock. He began screaming and running his hands over his new big body. He cupped his pecs letting out an erotic moan. His nipples were so sensitive now.

“What have you done to me?!” Lucas screamed in terror. “I look like a big stupid jock!”

“Well you are a big stupid jock, Lucas. So why would you look like anything else?” Coach began chucking.

Lucas had always despised jocks. They were dumb and gross. Smelly and annoying. They bullied him for being gay. They would fart in his face and spit on him just because of his sexuality. Lucas knew he was nothing like them. He was not some dumb jock. He was a smart, ambitious nerd. Not some dumb oaf.

“I’m not some dumb gross....” Lucas’ train of thought was cut off by a tingling sensation in his head. The tingling got more and more intense until it was all encompassing.

“I’m not some... fuckin nerd” Lucas said feeling extremely confused. “Yeah that seems right. I’m a dumb jock”

Lucas’ reality began to alter. His uniform turning into a tank top and gym shorts. His mind becoming hazy and confused. Lucas’ IQ plummeted. His IQ dropped from 140 to just under 60. His thoughts became more clouded. His brain becoming thoughtless. Dumber. Stupider. The more he tried to think, the more he forgot. All the years of studying and learning being replaced with guzzling protein shakes and working out. Lucas was now a straight D- student. He was scraping by in every class except for his favourite. Gym class. Lucas was getting so dumb. His face becoming more and more relaxed. His eyes becoming more vacant. His jaw relaxed and loose making him look so incredibly stupid. Lucas now found it impossible to breathe through his nose. It felt so natural breathing through his mouth. His breathe stank but he didn’t care. All he cared about was working out and showing off his body. The old part of Lucas was scrambling to get the tank top off. He needed to escape. But as his IQ dropped more and more, he couldn’t figure out how to take off his tank top anymore.

“From what I hear, you are quite the ladies man, Lucas. You could get millions of girls pregnant with big alpha balls like yours”

Lucas’ brain began to change. His thoughts becoming filled with sexual thoughts about women. His gayness being replaced with thoughts of bouncing tits and impregnating women. Testosterone filled Lucas’ body. Body hair began growing all over Lucas’ new body. His chest, legs and ass were now covered in dirty smelly body hair. Lucas’ body odor became more pungent. Straight Lucas didn’t care for hygiene. He rarely showered after his football games. Showers were for runts. Real alphas, like Lucas, didn’t need to shower. It was a privilege for some nerd to smell his stink. When he forced a nerd to lick his sweaty ass crack, it was an honour. They get to smell what a real man smells like. Lucas lifted his arm letting coach smell his new pungent straight alpha armpit.

Lucas’ balls began to tingle as they inflated. His ball sack becoming fuller and bigger in size. It was full to the brim with straight alpha sperm ready to be shot inside some big titted babe. Lucas cockily smiled at the thought of depositing his sperm in as many different women as possible. His loose asshole began to tighten. It tightened to the point where no penis could ever penetrate it again. Lucas was permanently stuck as a smelly straight jock. He had no memory of ever being a gay nerd. It felt so natural to be smelly. It felt so good to have muscles. It felt so natural to just be... a jock.

“So why’d you call me in here again, bruh” Lucas let out a dumb chuckle

“No reason, Lucas. You can leave now” Coach smiled deviously at his new creation.

“Alright Coach. See you tomorrow for training, bro” Lucas smirked and turned towards the door. “Protein fart!” PFFFTT. Lucas confidently strode out leaving his fowl stench behind in Coach’s office.

Lucas left the building to go torture some nerds with his stink. Coach smiled as he saw his new creation leave the building. At that moment, Coach knew Lucas was going to be the most dedicated student he’s ever had.

Lucas’ life consists of nothing but working out, farting and fucking. Coach turned him into what he hated the most. A dumb smelly jock. Coach can’t help but feel a certain sense of satisfaction as he sees Lucas bullying his former nerd friends with his stink. The jock spits in his former friends’ mouths, belches in their faces and farts on their clothes in the locker room.

From the first time Coach met Lucas, he just knew the nerd would grow to love gym class. He just needed a bit of prodding, that’s all.

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Stupid Animals

Another day in this madhouse they call a college dorm. I can already hear the commotion outside my room, the unmistakable sounds of my roommate and his jock buddies, partying it up like there's no tomorrow. My head throbs with the remnants of last night's bass-heavy beats. I roll out of bed, my nerd senses tingling with frustration.

I storm into the common area, ready to confront my roommate, who's surrounded by a pack of gorillas... I mean, jocks. They're laughing and clinking their protein shake bottles together like some kind of tribal ritual. My blood boils with annoyance, and I can't help but let my words fly.

"What the hell, man? It's like living in a zoo in here!" I snap, my voice laced with irritation. "Can't you guys keep it down? Some of us are trying to study!"

My roommate, Chad, smirks at me, as if my words are some kind of joke. Typical. He’s never been the brightest.

“Do you not understand that you guys are intellectually inferior idiots?! Can you even understand me?!” I yell at the smelly group of men. “Shut the hell up! Some people are actually trying to get somewhere in life, you stupid animals!”

I storm out of the room, feeling slightly bad about my harsh words.

“Whatever you say, little bro” Chad chuckles vacantly as he turns up the stereo.

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The next morning, as I stumble into the kitchen, my bleary eyes are greeted by an absurd sight. A bunch of bananas sits innocently on the counter, with a note that reads, "For the Zookeeper." I roll my eyes, resisting the urge to crumple up the note and toss it away. I'm not falling for Chad's ridiculous attempts at humor.

But then, my stomach rumbles, reminding me that breakfast is long overdue. With a mixture of reluctance and hunger, I grab one of the bananas and take a bite. It's surprisingly satisfying, the sweet flavor mingling with my annoyance, creating a strange blend of conflicting emotions.

I sink my teeth into the banana, expecting a simple breakfast, but what I experience is far beyond my wildest expectations. The burst of flavor hits my taste buds like a tropical explosion. It's so fresh, so delicious, that my mouth waters uncontrollably. I can't resist devouring the entire banana in no time.

As I finish the first banana, a strange haze begins to cloud my senses. My gaze fixates on the remaining yellow fruits, their vibrant color beckoning me. They seem almost hypnotic, tempting me with their tantalizing taste. I can't help but reach for another, feeling a strange mix of satisfaction and guilt.

I rub against by stubble as I shove another banana into my mouth. I could have swore I had shaved last night? Weird… who cares. This banana tastes so fucking good. Its sweetness filling my mouth as I chew. But as I finish it, a surprise deep fart escapes my cheeks, leaving me startled and embarrassed. I quickly look around, hoping that no one has heard my unintended symphony.

Before I have time to experience my embarrassment, I glance down at my arms, and to my surprise, my once relatively smooth arms now had a thick layer of hair that seems to have sprouted overnight. The hair is so thick and dark. It's as if a mini forest has taken root on my arms, each strand entangled with the next in a chaotic display of follicular rebellion.

I squint my eyes, hoping that this newfound hairiness is just a trick of the light or a momentary glitch in my perception. But no, the evidence is right there, impossible to ignore. I find myself scratching my head and letting out a grunt.

Just then, I hear the familiar sound of the front door unlocking. Chad's probably back from his early morning workout. Panic sets in as I grab the remaining bananas, stuffing them into my pockets, and rush to my room. I convince myself that they're just snacks for studying, a harmless indulgence.

Inside the confines of my room, I stare at the bananas, my mind swirling with conflicting emotions. They have a hold on me, their allure impossible to resist. I convince myself that it's just the taste, the need for a quick energy boost, but deep down, I know there's something more to it.

I open up my books, determined to focus on my studies despite the bloating feeling within my stomach. It grumbles and gurgles, threatening to release a symphony of embarrassing sounds.

Chad and his buddies always found bodily functions and gross humor hilarious. They encouraged each other to outdo themselves, competing with each other to make the biggest smelliest farts. The last thing I want is to become the unwitting star of their crude comedy.

But as I try to concentrate on the pages before me, my eyes drift toward the remaining bananas. The one closest to me looked so delicious. Its bright yellow peel is making me all hazy. Without even realizing it, I grab the fruit and shove it into my mouth.

As the sweet taste floods my senses, a wave of ecstasy washes over me. I slide down to the floor, my back pressed against my bed, lost in the sheer delight of the banana's flavor. The world around me fades into the background as I savor each delectable bite, momentarily forgetting my fears and worries.

As the succulent taste of the banana fills my mouth, my salivary glands go into overdrive, flooding my senses with anticipation. I devour the fruit with an unexpected fervor, relishing every bite as if it were the most exquisite delicacy.

But as the last morsel disappears into my mouth, a sudden pressure builds within my stomach. I feel the inevitable release building up, ready to make its presence known. And with a resounding toot, it erupts from me, shattering the silence of the room.

The pungent odor wafts through the air, assaulting my nostrils with its offensive presence. My face flushes with embarrassment as I cringe, hoping that no one else will bear witness to this involuntary act. But my hopes are quickly dashed as Chad's voice echoes through the door.

"Whoa, little bro! That was a big one!" Chad's voice rings out, filled with amusement and a touch of admiration for my unintentional accomplishment. The realization that Chad finds this sort of thing funny only intensifies my embarrassment, creating a whirlwind of conflicting emotions within me.

But as I glance down at my stomach, my initial embarrassment takes a backseat to a more startling revelation. I’M FAT??! My stomach is now big and round, jiggling with every movement.

I grasp at my now huge round belly, my fingers sinking into its soft plumpness. Panic begins to rise within me as I try to comprehend the implications of this unexpected transformation. How did my stomach become so big? And why is it fattening up at such an alarming rate?

Suddenly, I smell a hot stench. This time, it wasn’t from the farts. As I lift up my arm to investigate the source of the foul odor, a wave of revulsion washes over me. My armpit, once groomed and clean, now appears bushy and unkempt, as if I've neglected it for weeks. The sight, combined with the pungent stench emanating from it, sends a shiver down my spine.

I had taken a shower just yesterday, hadn't I? How could my armpit become so smelly and odorous in such a short span of time? The scent that fills the air is not the pleasant, soapy freshness I'm accustomed to. I guess it’s just my animal stink.

Wait… animal stink? Why did I say that? What’s going on-

“DAMN, BRO!” Chad yells, his voice booming under the door. “I CAN SMELL YOU FROM HERE, YA BIG FAT APE!”

As the realization dawns upon me, a surge of panic strikes through my body. It’s because of last night! I said it was a zoo! That they were stupid animals! Chad’s turning me into a fucking ape!

My body is growing larger and more muscular with each passing moment. The biceps that once belonged to a scrawny nerd now bulge with raw power, urging me to embrace my newfound strength.

But try as I might, I cannot resist the insatiable hunger that courses through my being. My massive arms, resembling tree trunks, seize another banana with an irresistible force, shoving it deep into my gaping throat. The succulent fruit disappears within seconds, devoured by my ravenous appetite. And as I swallow, a thunderous toot escapes from me, a testament to the uncontrollable gas building within my colossal frame, stinking up my enclosure.

With a mixture of awe and disbelief, I watch in amazement as my pecs begin to inflate like two massive balloons, expanding until they press against my very chin. The sheer size and weight of them is both impressive and comical, rendering me momentarily dumbfounded.

Summoning the strength within my colossal body, I rise from my seated position, the ground trembling beneath my big feet. Each step feels heavy. My knuckles drag along the floor as if to remind me of my newfound primal stature.

As I stumble towards the door, I use my massive hairy hands to grab the handle, allowing me to step out of my smelly enclosure and into the common room. A cool breeze caresses my now gargantuan hairy form as I stare at my jock roommate who is now standing the kitchen.

My heart pounds in my massive chest as I cast a fearful gaze towards my roommate, Chad. His familiar face is more smug than ever, his chiseled jawline accentuated by a condescending grin.

Without realising, I absentmindedly raise my colossal arms and start scratching my head like a mindless animal.

I form the word in my mind, ‘help!’. I try to force it out of my neanderthal lips, but instead, all that emerges from my lips is an unintelligible "OOK!" My voice echoes with a primal resonance, a sound that perfectly matches my transformed state. I am a creature of brawn and bellow, stripped of my former eloquence.

Chad looks at me, amusement dancing in his eyes. It's clear that he revels in the sight before him, finding delight in my reduced state. My attempts at communication only serve to reinforce his perception of me as a mindless brute, an object of entertainment rather than a fellow human being.

“Looks like we got another ‘stupid animal’ in the zoo.” Chad chuckles, flexing his biceps then looking at me, his brow furrowed. “Your words, not mine… I wonder if you can even form words now.”

Chad's voice cuts through the air, followed by a thunderous toot that escapes my rear end, filling the room with an odor that could knock out a rhinoceros. The sheer embarrassment of the moment intensifies as my body inflates with another layer of fat, expanding like an overinflated balloon.

Frustration bubbles up inside me, fueling an uncontrollable rage. I clench my meaty fists, brimming with newfound strength, and bring them crashing down upon my inflated chest. Each impact reverberates through the room, the force shaking the walls and rattling the very foundations of our shared living space.

"Boom! Boom!" I pound my chest like a wild beast, a display of primal dominance fueled by my growing frustration. With each strike, my body jiggles and quakes, the excess flesh rippling like waves in a stormy sea.

“Maybe in this new form you’ll finally fucking relax a bit, eh?” Chad laughs at me. “You dumb smelly gorilla.”

As Chad's condescending remarks fill the room, my frustration grows, fueling a fiery determination deep within me. But as he repeatedly refers to me as monkeyman, a smelly gorilla, dumb ape and other demeaning nicknames, something begins to change. Each time he utters those words, my mind seems to dim, a fog descending upon my thoughts.

Monkey. Gorilla. Ape.

The words swirl around in my head, distorting my perception, eroding the remnants of my former intellect. It's as if each utterance chips away at my brain, leaving me feeling increasingly primitive, reduced to base instincts and primal urges.

Chad's relentless mockery continues, his laughter ringing in my ears. I try to fight against the growing haze, to cling to the remnants of my identity, but the words penetrate deep into my psyche, embedding themselves within the very fabric of my being. With each repetition, my mind becomes muddled, my thoughts clouded by an overpowering animalistic presence.

Monkey. Gorilla. Ape.

The names echo within me, replacing the once vibrant and complex thoughts that defined me. My comprehension wanes. What is this big man taking about? He’s big… but not as big as me huhuhuhu. Fuck, I can’t stop scratching my rank pits.

I’m trying to talk to him, but my responses are now limited, reduced to grunts and gestures, a language stripped down to its most basic form. I try to speak but it’s just incoherent babbling, a crude approximation of communication.

Monkey. Gorilla. Ape.

Those words, once used in jest, now define my existence. Chad's relentless barrage of mockery has transformed me into the very creature he belittles. My mind, once sharp and filled with knowledge, now operates on a primal level, consumed by instinct and impulse.

As I gaze into Chad's eyes, I can sense his satisfaction. He has achieved what he set out to do—reducing me to a state of primitive simplicity. A smirk tugs at the corners of his mouth, a silent victory celebration for his conquest.

Monkey. Gorilla. Ape.

“How’re you feeling now, stupid fart monkey?” He smirks.

I scratch my head, staring vacantly at the intellectually superior being in front of me.

OOK OOK

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Stop 🛑 writing 🛑 tf 🛑 stories 🛑 with 🛑 young children 🛑 or 🛑 teenagers 🛑

Seriously stop using them as characters, stop using pics of clearly young children and young teens in your content. Stop using them in content for a community that is inherently sexual and based on sexual domination and submission, and a scene that is clearly fucking +18s. Unfollow and block me if you like that content. If i see anyone repost this tf content, inanimate or otherwise, with minors. I'm blocking you right away. Pedophilia and child based kink content has no place here and I'm tired of people reposting and liking and making requests from such types of writers. Fuck off.

And i don't give a fuck if you use the excuse its not written as sexual. You know damn well what people read inanimate tf content for, and it's not for the astounding literacy and thought provoking buried messages. I see it here, on deviantart, on CYOC. Fucking degusting.

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Mitch, the Big Rig

For @tight-stories-and-growing-chav​

Mitch was feeling exhausted after a day of hitching. He was a traveller who had hitched and walked his way through the country wanting to explore before he really settled down and got a proper job and home. He saw this as his last big adventure in his prime. He has just hitched a few miles from a small town and ended up at a rest stop.

It was a sleazy joint, grungy and worn down but Mitch needed a snack before he found a motel to settle in for the evening. The outside area had a bunch of trucks laying out the front. Mitch was impressed how big these rigs looked up close. 

He walked into the building and was looking through the drinks on sale, about to grab a bottle of juice when he noticed a slight musky aroma in the air. “Heh, thirsty, are we, Little man?” said a voice behind him. Mitch turned to see a bear of a man looking down to him.

The man was topless, with his sweaty belly on display, hair matted and wet. The bear looked down with an almost possessive look as he inspected the man. Mitch staggered, intimidated by this mammoth of raw masculinity, the smell of a real mans musk making his cock excited

“Heh, You clearly like what ya see boy, are ya a hitchhiker? How’s about you come back to my truck, I could use a buddy for company for a little while, ya know? There’s a motel about a half hour drive away I can take ya to.” The man knew he found his prey. It was clear he intended no good for Mitch, but… the way he talked, like he already owned the younger man had a effect on Mitch, and his towering beefy figure glistening with sweat, sweat with a stench that felt to Mitch like it was burrowing into his head…It was like he was encouraged to go along with the bears offer…. Almost like he had to Obey him.

Mitch stammered and nodded in agreement. The bear, who then introduced himself as Rusty, smirked. He wanted a new prey to play with and this guy was too fucking easy to hypnotise with his Alpha Musky pheromones. “Yeah, That’s a good boy” 

Mitch followed him out the back exit of the rest stop and was led to an empty parking space. Rusty then swiftly pushed the weaker man into the spot, and snapped his greasy fingers. There was a light shining for a second and then an impossibly heavy force pushed down on Mitch. His clothes ripped apart as his body grew and contorted. It seemed painful but in reality the man was feeling ecstasy like no other as he changed. His dick swelled and leaked as his face morphed into the front of a truck-like vehicle. His dick leaked black liquid. Not cum, no, but… what seemed like engine oil? Rusty just whipped out his dirty cock from his old jeans and wanked off to the sight. Mitch’s hands and feet grew hard and rubbery as they blackened, and his screams and moans of pleasure faded before being amplified, but as a different sound, the sound of the horn of a big rig. Then when Rusty shot his load onto the morphing Mitch, sealing him as Rusty’s property, he snapped his fingers again, and with another flash, where the younger man was, was now a beautiful truck. Perfect to be broken in by a trucker like Rusty. 

Rusty laughed as he opened the door, climbing in and getting used to his new truck. He sat in the driver’s seat, and lay back, his back sweat seeping into the fabric of the truck. He saw the key in the ignition, and took it. Imprinted on the head of the key was the face of Mitch before he became property for a real man. He rubbed his dirty finger across the face, before jamming it into the ignition, which made Mitch’s consciousness, who was still fully aware, albeit in a truck haze of pleasure trapped within the truck, and made the engine start.

Fumes burst out of the exhaust, feeling like a release for Mitch, and Rusty decided to take his boytruck for a drive. When he heard the exhaust fumes he smirked “Heh, yeah boy, let it out… think I will too” before he farted loudly, his heavy sweaty arse right on top of the seat where part of Mitch’s face was formed. Rusty turned up the heat in the truck and let himself sweat, letting it seep into every part of his mitch vehicle. Within minutes, the whole rig stank of musk and sweat.

“Yeah boy, You are mine now, My bitch truck taking my sweat, gas and fat ass wherever I fucking want” Rusty lit a cigar and just let the ash fall over the floor, as his dirty boots crushed into the cock and balls of Mitch that was now the pedals of the truck, as he pulled his horn, his sweaty, grimy hand all over it with force, knowing that some of Mitch’s cock was not that horn, giving the truck a handjob.

Rusty forced his Mitch brand truck to drive down the highway, smirking as he broke in the poor bastard who happened to encounter him that day…

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The Circus

YOUR HIRED!

It had been a serious night of partying for the gang. Celebrating Connors 21st was always going to be a huge deal for them. They’d been saving for a few months and had wasted no time with pre drinking at their flat before they even set foot into the carnival. It had been on their calendar for some time, posters had appeared weeks ago and being Connors birthday, it seemed like a no brainer that they all get drunk and go.

Now, several hours of shouting and making scenes throughout the small park. The three of them we blind drunk, and looking for their next ride. Connor, holding an empty plastic glass, threw it at a near by beer stand. “Bruv, gimme another one!” as he took out some cash and shoved towards him. The man half smiled as some other customers backed off slightly “Course, just let me serve these people first, then ill get to you” But the other two members of his little gang had other ideas. “Na, he’s a birthday boy so you do it alright!” The barman sighed as the man and woman he was serving both gestured to carry on, sympathizing. The barman turned “Ok then lads, beer comin up” as he grabbed the cans and plastic cups. “Anything else I can-“ “Yeah mate, fucking do one haha!” as They grabbed the beers and turned away, Zac holding his finger up, the barman looking equally angry and disgusted by them as they disappeared out of sight laughing like animals.

“Dude!” Rick began “Why’d ya gotta be such an animal!” as Connor continued to swig his beer. “Can’t help it if I’m the bigger man bruv!” and they bro fisted, loudly shouting as the approached a much darker looking building. “Oh my god lads-“ they all stopped, looking up at the unlit façade. FREAK SHOW was written in bulbs, all turned off. It was partly unpainted, the doors weren’t even on yet. Rick walked over to a fence and read out the sign pinned to it “FREAK SHOW is still looking for staff. Please come back soon” Connor punched the fence “For fu#ks sake!” before he noticed the large tents and cages behind the half finished building. A grin began to spread across his fresh 21 year old face. “How bout we have a look bros?” Rick and Zac both exchanged drunk glance “Won’t they just -hic- throw us out?” But Connor stood up straight and tapped the sign. “Says they need staff, can just blag it! Say we came to have a look at the job innit!” Connor always had a way with convincing the gang and in another few seconds of drunk nodding they were all in agreement. The three blokes walked slowly for the large wooden door, acting casual as they leaned against the front bellow the large unlit letters above. “Looks clear lads” Connor whispered laughing to himself. They all checked one by one, peering right and left for anyone who might see them before dashing inside under the wooden sign. ‘YOU ARE NOW ENTERING – THE FREAK SHOW!’

They found themselves inside a large tent, with one side joined to the buildings façade. There was a half build walkway that lead deeper. Its tall wooden walls painted with monsters and jungles made it hard to see far. “Oh damn it’s dark dude” Rick said under his breath as he bumped into Zac. Ahead, Connor had grabbed his phone and was using it to look around. “Woah” he gasped, pushing his grinning face into gaps and openings. The show was lined with cages and chains, they all seemed empty though as Connor pushed open a large cage door. It squeaked loudly as it swung open.  Revealing the large space inside. Connor wasted no time walking inside reaching up. “Cant even reach the roof. What they got in here an elephant?” Rick and Zac stood by the large steel bars looking in as Connor paced the space. It was at least 10ft by 10ft box of steel bars and had a car tyer hanging from the celling.

Zac stepped forwards, rattling one of the solid steel bars from the outside “No idea, but I doubt they’ll find anything legally. This looks like a bear cage or sommit” Suddenly there was a loud squeak from the hinges and a crash of metal against metal as the huge gate swung back and slammed into position. The lock made a solid sounding ‘clunk’ as it hit. “What the-?!” Connor shouted, running back to the door and pulling. “Oh sh#t-it won’t open!” Zac and Rick both lept to the cage door and pulled hard. “It’s not budging!” Zac strained as a tough voice laughed at them from the dark. “Oh this is too perfect”

A bulky man, in a white vest and braces that seemed to be straining against his huge chest and broad shoulders, stepped out from the dark. He crossed his bulging arms and stood imposingly across from them. He had a rough face, a nose that looked like it had been broken once, and smiled at them. He didn’t look like he was a guy you wanted to piss off. “Er, sorry mate we just-hic-came to have a look about the jobs innit” Connor lied as Rick and Zac stood either side. The man pulled out a large joint and sparked it. “Job ay? Well I see you chose your position” tapping the steel bars and taking a long drag, then blowing it in his direction. The smoke began slowly swirling around him like it had a life of its own. “Yeah-just got lost heh- so er- you got the key?” Rick asked as the man laughed again standing upright. “I’m Gaz. I own this place. Been looking for some new workers, glad your three turned up when ya did” In one smooth action slid between Rick and Zac and threw his huge, heavy arms over their shoulders. Holding them close like a school bully, easily twice their size. “So what’s the plan lads? Make yaselves more a nuisance? Give more of my staff crap? Or maybe its breaking and entering?!”  Rick and Zac’s faces drained, this guy was the owner? And he seemed to know about their night so far. Connor felt weird, coughing as more of the green smoke seemed to be getting in his lungs and eyes as he pleaded “Na for real-we just came in here -COUGH-  This is kidnapping dude!”  Zac tried to pull away but Gaz held them both him and Rick firmly in place. Biceps pressing against him. “Now now, You won’t wanna miss this” Connor meanwhile was breathing hard, his body was hot and sweat patches were appearing on his neck and pits as he backed away from the bars.

Rick gasped confused “W-what’s happening to him?!” Gaz smirked “I’ve decided to give you all jobs after all. Starting with ya Birthday boy here.” He leant over, speaking to Rick directly. “He WAS in the cage after all”

Connor finally fell forwards, clutching his chest as his shirt felt impossibly tight. It was almost soaked, he looked like he’d been in a gym all day and stank just as badly. “Arugh-this-this is insane!” Connor shouted through gritted teeth from the floor as his shirt started to tear along his back. Revealing a thin strip of slightly thicker, slightly darker skin bristling with tiny hairs. Zac and Rick watched in horror as their best friend kept growing. Soon his shirt bust open, showing off a large chest covered with thick black hairs that soon met the ones on his back. He was quickly carpeted and the black hairs started to look damp as sweat started to gather and soak into it.

He ran his huge fingers through the fur, it was thick, so wet with man sweat and stink it came away on his fingers. Gasping as his ass finally ripped a hole in his jeans, trying to keep up with his whole body’s steady expansion. The hole itself showed a thick meaty crack so covered in hair you couldn’t see it for stink and fur that was only getting thicker as it spread across his body.

“GRRRRAH! M-Make It Stop DUude! I’m SorrY!” as he felt the hairs spread up his neck, joining with a huge beard and sideburns to his head. Completing the single carpet of fur that linked around his wide pecs, belly, ass and legs. All slowly growing wider, bulkier and nastier by the second. His pecs were rounding out, nipples huge but soon even they were matted under his fur. His pits had gained special attention, for some reason the hair was longer and his larger frame stopped him from being able to close them. The stink wafted out with the hairs, the gap only getting larger as his gut, pecs and biceps grew.

Gaz laughed n reply to Connors remark, still smoking “Oh ok, so either of you two wanna take his place?“ Rick and Zac straight away shook their heads "N-Na mate, please” as Connor growled angrily. “You FUckerS!” His back cracked as what was left of his shirt, trousers and shoes tore off his expanding frame. His feet were now wider than bin lids and covered in thick black hairs longer than old head hair. “GuuAAHAH!” He boomed as he fell backwards, loosing his balance, landing flat on his ass in the tattered remains of his clothes. “OWWW! MA BAALLS-OOK!” He yelped as his huge legs twitched from the pain of nearly crushing the two bean bag sized nuts.  Legs now spread apart wide by his huge rounded ball gut and a bulge so massive his boxers looked like an old hulk comic he finally stopped for breath. Sweat rolling off his entire body, like an anima he was covered hair from head to toe that looked like pubes, long, wiry, untamed and stinking.

“Oh…fu#k….” Zac mouthed from under the arm of Gaz as he and Rick could only watch as their best friend was transformed into some sort of monstrous freak right in front of them. Gaz laughed out loud “Oh damn bro, you stink” as the thick ripe smell reached the three of them, making the cage smell how it looked. The place somehow started to feel more complete Gaz thought. Connors huge gut, now easily taller than his old friends by itself and still pooling sweat under it, rumbled loudly. Connor raised his huge 2 feet wide hands to his gut, holding the massive alien flesh as it vibrated under them. Even to his new massive frame, all his body parts, feet, chest, belly and hands, were all comically oversized making him look stocky even for 14ft tall. “OOoooooo-GuT-HURT” he just managed to say as his ass finally released. His boxers must have taken the brunt of the damage as they immediately snapped from the back and sprang around him, leaving him finally naked. A huge, thick, sweaty sack large enough to sleep in, containing at least a fridges worth of cum in two truck tire sized nuts, with a girthy, fur covered 5 foot flaccid cock laying over them.

“FRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTRRTRTRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT” It was loud, long, and wet. Like a slob builder on a night of beer and kebab times 1000. His gut rumbled again as Connor couldn’t stop himself burping this time, his hand lazily scratching his hairy gut as if on auto pilot. “BURRRRRPRPRRRRRRRRRPP-OooooFuOOCK!” he tried to stop it but again, he was struggling to resist.

“HELLOOOP MEOOOK” He tried to speak but new teeth were growing in and making it hard to make words, his head hurt and last but not least, Connor was starting to feel himself slipping away. He could still see and feel, but his control was giving in. He thumped the floor with huge hands angrily. His massive shoulders flexed as his biceps popped out into huge 5 foot wide balls of meat.

Zac stepped forwards slowly, unable to process what he was seeing or smelling. Gaz let him slip from under his arm. “That’s-That’s insane-“ he uttered slowly, watching Connor try to both beg for help and scratch every new part of himself. “C-can’t you turn him back?” He turned to Gaz, now sparking up a new green smoked joint. “Oh sure I can-bit I ain’t gonna do that” Rick looked at him. “But you’ve fu#ked him. You’ve made him into a monster-y-your a damned monster!” as he pushed Gaz away from him. The two now stood by the cage as Gaz just grinned. “You gave me the idea by the way rick” Gaz grinned. “Didn’t you say and I quote -Why’d ya gotta be such an animal- huh? Seems like you did this to your selves. Or Rick did this to you anyway ay birthday boy” He leered, making eye contact with the new hulking ape through the bars.

Inside Connor knew his mates didn’t do this to him, he tried to shout for help again, tell them to run. Instead, he growled. Gut heavy he slowly pulled himself up onto his thick knuckles. Balls scraping the dirty floor as he stood up. Wet with sweat as he paused to get his balance. He was hunched over, his face pressing forwards and his ears were stuck out 90’ angles. He looked dumber and dumber by the second, while his old mind fell into a back seat. ‘Let me out! I’m sorry! I fu#king stink! Ow its horrible man! Make it stop ill do anything!” but his huge body ignored him and just ooked. Lashing out as he punched the cage wall, now focused on stinking, eating and being as disgusting as he could be. “ME WANT-“ He almost said before he caught a sniff of something. He slowly looked under his thick arm, and followed the black wet hair to the long pit hair than hung down about a meter under each arm. Thick with sweat and musk. “Oh god no! Please, uh, I’m gonna be sick!” he screamed internally as his body licked, he loved it. He stuck his nose in, it wrapped over his face and he used his arm other arm to lift his pit more to get his head in deeper. He rolled onto his back. His ball twitched as his rod began to react to the sensory overload.

“Zac…oh fu#k check out his dick dude” Rick pointed but Zac was already staring in horror and shock, even some jealously as his 5 foot rod became 6 foot, then 7. It pushed up to 8 long and wide feet in length, before its own mass made it drop slowly to the floor with his balls. His massive hand lept down without any hesitation and began to pump. His head still in his pit. But one hand wasn’t big enough. It was too wide even for him. He lower his arm and began to beat off with both hands. But without the stink of his pits it started to go soft, he lifted his arm again “OOOoOOOOH! OOK! SO GUD OOOK” Dumb words slipping though as he went from whacking off to sniffing himself as he was left, rolling around like an animal in his stinking den.

Gaz waved a hand as the joint smoke wafted up over Zac and Ricks heads to create a long sign that attached to the roof of the cage. “THE GREAT APE! THE UNTAMED ANIMAL!”  Gaz sounded out “Nice ring to it ay lads, and oh yeah” he snapped his fingers, before several lights appeared and the door seemed to fix and repair around them. Soon music began to play as Connor sat back, slightly confused by the noises. “Now the freak shows open, at last am I right-“ he grabbed Rick and Zac under his arms again as he pulled them away from their old friend. “Come back! Please don’t leave me like this!” He shouted out, but all they heard as they were led away was a loud burp, followed by frantic ooks as huis balls clenched and finally his shaft stood rock solid as it gushed gallons of thick ropes of jizz all over his cage and himself. Sealing his transformation into the Freak Ape Man forever as he shouted and struggled in silence to escape inside his stinking, musk prison.

“Don’t worry bout him” Gaz said with a husky reassuring voice as he manhandled them out the tent. They couldn’t help but want him back, Zac had always followed what Connor had said since they met, this had all been for HIS birthday and now… Even Rick walked dazed and shocked, his eyes wide as he realized they were probably Next, but at least they weren’t in the freak show they both thought. Gaz meanwhile, pulled them between the caravans of workers and ‘behind the scenes’ of his carnival as guests began to flow into the new Freak show. Grinning like a thug as he pushed them towards the other broken rides. “So many jobs to fill lads-“ he took a long drag on his cigar like joint, talking out the side of his mouth “-What ARE we gonna do with you two then ay”

Zac and Ricks Story will Continue in Part 2…

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The Night Before Christmas

T'was the night before Christmas, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. Yet into this quiet, light footsteps soon came, as in came the robber; Eddy Delane.

Edward was done thieving, with presents galore, but stealth made him hungry, aching, and sore.

Hungry old Eddie, now what could he find? But! Under the tree! Milk and madeleines!

He dove down that pine, and with three gulps and a moan, there was nothing but crumbs and the faint smell of cologne

With a satisfied sigh, and a chub on his thigh, Edd rubbed his warm gut and he called it a night.

GUT!? That was not Edd! He was lean, fit and shred! but now, in the mirror, he seemed like he never left bed!

He gazed amazed, his new jelly-like tum, evoking an upturned pot or a blown bubblegum

His gut gave a grumble, and up came a burp, his pecs became moobs, his ass the size of earth.

Throughout this all, Ed starred in the mirror, unaware of the shrinking of his rockin' bod's winner.

His precious thick member, once a proud 9 Inches, shrank and shrank 'til it was as small as a grinch's

Grey hair spewed out from his clean-shaven jaw, the hair on his head was now like a thin grey straw.

This scratchy new do not last though, and was soon covered by a hat the red of mistletoe.

This colour soon spread, across his jolly new body, molding a tight new suit that would be recognizable to anybody.

The sack he was holding grew heavier with toys, as new memories came to him about his duty to girls and boys.

And with that, Eddy Delane was no more, and in his place was jolly old Santa Claus!

Hey, I would apologize but I feel that bad rhyming is very on-brand for the holiday season. Holiday (Especially Christmas) themed TFs were always my favorite and I wanted to add my own to the pile. Thank you for reading <3

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