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devonpink · 2 months

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The Great Swap: Trevor (Written by themousefromfantasyland. Revamped by me)

It all started when Ivan Hills turned straight.

As with everything in life, it started slowly, gradually, then all at once. The billion-subscriber beauty guru started changing his content around the summer of 2017. All his videos on YouTube suddenly became about training, sports cars, and pranking his newfound bros. His clothes went from pink and glittery to dark and gray. His profile pic changed from a winking boy in full makeup to a furious young man with a sports cap turned upwards. Then, in April 2019, he announced his long-time fag hag was now his official girlfriend and that he identified as straight. Subsequently, the internet went into a frenzy. However, those who had followed the case since the beginning were unsurprised since the brutish frat bro of 2019 was a far cry from the soft and delicate boy from 2014.

But that was not the end of it. Around the second half of 2019, several big gay and queer influencers, actors, and even politicians came out as straight. From defiers of gender roles and social expectations, these people became the most avid defenders of heteronormativity and tradition.

Then, around the end of 2019, the opposite started occurring.

Gavin Taylor, a late twenty-something commentator on the "Right Voice," a popular YouTube far-right show, came out as gay after leaving the channel. His channel changed from videos about the importance of Christian values and the nuclear family to videos about queer history, Atheism, and dating. The rude, often short-tempered young man was now a friendly, happy ball of gay fun. In early 2020, he married his boyfriend, and they now share an apartment and a cat in San Francisco.

Several key figures in far-right culture woke up gay one morning as if they had broken away from a terrible spell.

Not as bi, bi-curious, or pansexual, but as flaming homosexuals with immense bravery and pride in their queerness.

People joked about the homophobes being closeted gays, but when hundreds of them started coming out from their closets with a completely inversed worldview, it perplexed everyone. At first, this phenomenon was called "The Great Swap" as a joke. Still, as each gay big name became straight, and each raging heterosexual bigot became a fierce homosexual, the joke became a weird social contagion that scholars tried to understand at all costs.

Trevor Spencer is a notable example.

Trevor hosted the Anti-Woke Legion, a YouTube channel about fighting the infestation of woke ideology in pop culture. His detractors called his channel an example of a Far-Right gateway to young boys, a statement that filled him with pride.

It was 11 at night when the change began…

"Fuckin queers," Trevor muttered to himself, scrolling through Gavin Taylor's channel.

Gavin Taylor was his friend. His best friend. He was the only person in the world that made Trevor laugh and feel less lonely. But that was years ago. The new "progressive" Taylor called out his sexism and homophobia every chance he got, and they hadn't shared a beer in years. His faithful friend had "died" years ago, and now he was all alone.

As a tall, fat, hairy dude, Trevor felt he was fated to be completely alone. A fire of anti-woman hate eternally burned inside him, assured that no woman would ever truly love him. Even worse, everyone online constantly poked fun at his weight and disheveled appearance, looking no different from stereotypical trailer park trash.

He was miserable, and he would give anything to change his image.

Then, as if by divine intervention, his wish was granted.

He felt a sudden sharp pain throughout his body, making him scream like a frightened animal. A burning sensation quickly spread, causing his body hair to shed. His gigantic fat belly instantly deflated and morphed into shredded abs. He couldn't believe what was happening, horrified yet elated, desperate for more. His chest tightened as two pieces of solid muscle swelled and became pecs, making his midsection look as if it was carved out of marble. All the fat of his arms morphed into pure muscle, making him now look like a jacked mother fucker. His legs swelled to muscle perfection, and his feet grew. Lastly, his long, shaggy hair receded to a clean military cut.

When the pain eased, Trevor rushed to the bathroom and stared at his new face—an innocent and manly face, carefully shaved, with a jawline that could cut glass.

"What the fuck!?" He now had the body and face of a god—full of strength and youth. He couldn't help but pose and fawn over himself, grinning from ear to ear like a cocky douche.

Instantly, he had a great idea: the night was still early, and he needed to celebrate. He grabbed his wallet and hopped into his beat-up truck, heading for the all-night clothing store. He got himself some new duds, the kind he always wished to fit into, and next drove in a horny frenzy to the first club he could find downtown.

The loud music reverberated on every wall as the insane crowd danced in electrifying horny lust. People didn't take long to start checking out Trevor, eyeing him like a delicious piece of meat. He was finally the center of attention, stiffening his cock in pride. His giant pecs were squeezed by dozens of horny ladies, some with bodies only found in porn, but something was off. Something was different. Then, a handsome stranger grouped Trevor, and sparks flew, startling him.

"You like what you see?" The handsome stranger lustfully asked Trevor, pulling up his tight, sweaty shirt to show off his shredded abs.

Trevor was horrified at how horny he suddenly got. That couldn't be happening. Not with him. Not with another man. He instantly fled out of fear, disappearing into the crowd and heading for the exit, but before he could escape, the handsome stranger pulled him into the Men's bathroom.

"I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to scare you! I just really wanted to dance with you, is all!" The blond, blue-eyed man explained with a half-grin, leaving Trevor thoroughly aroused.

"Take your hands off me, you're—" Trevor retorted, cut off by the handsome stranger's sudden laughter.

The handsome stranger backed up, heading for the exit. "Okay, okay! I know when I'm not wanted!"

But before leaving, Trevor stopped him; something new inside him made him do it. "Wait! It's not you! It's me… this is just… this is all just new to me…" His heart raced, getting lost in the man's beautiful eyes and kissable lips. He was getting hornier, in dire need of the handsome stranger's touch. "I used to think I was against this… but now…"

"You're from a conservative upbringing, aren't you?" the man asked, knowing the answer full well.

"Yeah," Trevor nervously responded, sweating profusely.

"I'm only here because my straight friend didn't want to go here alone," the handsome stranger explained, stepping closer to Trevor. "But some friends and I plan on going to a gay club after this… you want to come?" The handsome stranger stepped closer, inches from Trevor's quivering face. He arched his head and lustfully whispered in Trevor's trembling ear: "I'm positive you and I will have a lot of fun together."

Without hesitation, Trevor grabbed the handsome stranger's face and kissed him hard, taken fully by his lust. Trevor felt alive for the first time in his life as their tongues thrashed and their hands thoroughly explored each other's bodies. After French kissing for a good five minutes, they finally unlocked their horny lips and gently pressed their foreheads together, smiling. They returned to the crowd with their fingers intertwined like lovers, both feeling as if hit by the lightning bolt of pure love and lust. By that moment, Trevor felt free. Something had changed inside him, and he accepted it wholeheartedly. Trevor was dragged by gayness, engulfed by it, and soon, his Internet persona was going to be much more fabulous.

Three months have passed since Trevor's transformation, and his life has completely changed—for the better, he'd happily say. Will, the handsome stranger Trevor met at the club, was now his boyfriend, and the two couldn't be happier together. He had a completely new online presence, full of gay joy and pride, and an audience even bigger than the last. He finally knew what it was like to be happy, to love others, and most importantly, to love himself.

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chubbydrawer · 3 years

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This story was a gift from an amazing friend of mine! Hope you enjoy it. We thought together and he made the story and I have a set of drawings releasing soon for this story!

THE SWEATER

Lance wasn't sure about the whole Christmas party. Christmas parties were fine, but insisting that everyone wear an ugly sweater put a cramp on things. Lance didn't even own any ugly Christmas sweaters. Jack, the friend hosting the party said it wouldn't be a big deal - he would order an ugly sweater and have it sent to Lance's apartment.

Lance opened the box with the sweater Jack had bought for him, and laughed out loud. The sweater was perfect for the ugly sweater contest. Printed with a fat, hairy, Santa Claus belly, Lance was sure that it would be a riot at the party.

Looking at his reflection in the mirror, Lance sighed. Medium tall, Lance hadn't been able to escape tsome college weight gain. With his height, he still looked fine, but there was definitely some extra fat around the belly. Time to hit the gym, Lance thought. Pulling the sweater on, Lance checked himself out in the mirror. He tried a smile. His beaded face looked tired. He looked absurd, but that was the point, he supposed.

The sweater hung loosely on Lance's slim frame. Jack had warned him in advance that the only size the sweater was available in had been 4XL. Still though, it only helped to make the fat belly printed onto the sweater more absurd.

"This is going to be hilarious!" Lance thought to himself. He absently stroked his stomach, and turned to grab his keys. The party was about to begin, and he found that he was feeling ravenous. Would stopping at McDonald's be overkill? Nah, a quick burger wouldn't hurt.

Slowing his car down at the order window, Lance felt his stomach rumble. Maybe a couple of burgers, actually. How could it hurt?

***

Pulling up to the party, Lance was surprised to find his fourth empty burger wrapper on his lap. Unnoticed by Lance, his belly swelled under the sweater, maybe 30 pounds heavier than it had been earlier that evening.

"Damn! I guess that I was hungrier than I thought!" He stepped out of his car, not noticing how the fat belly sweater fit him a little more closely than when he had put it on.

Entering the party, he got immediate laughs at his sweater.

"Dude! That sweater is sick!"

"Does it even have a hairy back? Look, it shows your ass crack!"

"Haha, watch out for fat Lance!"

Lance made a beeline over to Jack.

"Haha, what do you think of my fat belly, man? Thanks for buying the sweater man." Jack glanced over at Lance, a sugar cookie in his hand. Jack was shorter than Lance, and much fatter - he was more than chubby, and wasn't embarrassed about it, though Lance had noticed Jack packing on the pounds lately. Maybe it had to do with stress in his classes?

"You call that a belly?" Jack smirked. "This is a belly." Jack pulled up his marvel Christmas sweater and revealed his hairy, round belly and gave it a couple of jiggles.

"Get over yourself man," Lance laughed, "We all know how proud of that thing you are."

"Haha, you better be careful, man! Too much more, and you'll have me beat in the belly department! Still, enjoy yourself! Have some food!" Jack gave Lance's stomach a significant glance, and an almost proprietary grin before wandering off.

Lance wondered what he had meant about being careful. Sure, he had put on more than a couple of pounds lately, and he had stopped wearing his smaller shirts, but it wasn't a big deal. Lance filled a plate with food, and set off to mingle. He didn't even notice his belly slowly but surely getting bigger as he munched on a cookie.

***

Eating yet another cookie, Lance found himself absently rubbing his belly. Where did the cookie come from? He had finished his plate a while ago... and then went back for another, and another, but he didn't remember grabbing the tray of cookies that sat on the couch next to him. The sweater was much tighter now, stretched across his tight belly. Lance remembered unbuttoning his pants a while back, just to loosen the pressure. What had he been thinking when he pulled on these pants? They were so tight against his chunky legs and thighs.

Jack came over to where Lance was sprawled on the couch, crumbs all over him. Jack grinned widly at his obese friend.

"Looks like you've made a real pig of yourself, big man!"

Lance grunted noncommittally. Jack placed a hand on his friend's massive belly, feeling how tight the fat belly was. He wanted to play with the fat, but held himself back.

Lance shoved a cookie into his mouth, and a look of surprise crossed his face as a ripping sound split the quiet corner of the room.

Jack laughed out loud. "Did you just rip your pants? What were you thinking wearing those tonight man? They would barely fit me! Come on man, my old room mate left some clothes that might fit you." Jack's old roommate Brandon had been a real fatty, but Jack had started to dip into the clothes left at the house - with his recent weight gain, some of the clothes were fitting him better than his own clothes.

"Not a chance - they'll be way too big," Lance said automatically.

Jack chuckled. "Serious, man? There's a chance they'll be too small."

Lance frowned, that wasn't right at all, but found himself remembering how he had always been the fat kid. All through high school, he had been much bigger than the other boys. He had been grateful to make friends with Jack, someone who was so much smaller than him, even when Jack was on the chubby side. They had both gotten fatter when they got into college, but Lance had ballooned, doubling his own weight.

Jack helped Lance to his feet. Lance felt his face burning as he felt the air on his exposed ass. The two made their way through the house; the party was mellowing out as the night progressed, and most people had settled down into smaller groups.

***

Collapsing with a sigh of relief on Jack's bed, Lance grunted as he tried to pull off his pants.

Fumbling through a box, Jack pulled out the biggest pair of pants he could find. Turning back to Lance, he laughed at the fat man's effort to remove the pants. The massive belly in front of him was foreign to him, he kept lunging forward, and falling back, breathing heavily.

"Bro, let me help." Lance leaned back while Jack peeled the skin tight jeans off his fat legs. Lance sighed heavily as the pressure came off him. "Here you go - sweatpants. They start at size 52, but stretch much wider."

Lance stared at the offered pants. Not a chance. He wore 32s. 34 at a stretch. Reaching down, he pulled the pants up. They fit perfectly. Lance scowled. This wasn't right. Lance felt like a fog was being lifted from his mind.

Jack slapped Lance on the shoulder. "Come on, big man!" He said, "Let's get back to the party! They're going to be judging the ugly sweaters soon! I think that you stand a good chance of winning."

Lance stumbled to his feet, aided by Jack. Fat Jack. Only Jack wasn't fat. He was pudgy at best. Sure, Jack had started packing on the pounds lately, but Lance had a sudden memory of Jack saying he wanted to be fat to be like him. Lance was the fat one. He had always been the fat friend. This is not right!

Lance staggered away from Jack, and into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. Jack called after him. Lance turned to see another man was in there. A huge, fat man, with a massive, hairy belly.

"Sorry man - I didn't know anyone was in here." The man mirrored Lance, dodging to the same side to avoid hitting into him. Lance raised a hand. The man did the same. It wasn't another man. It was a mirror.

Lance stared in horror at his reflection. He was huge. He was obese. And he wasn't wearing a sweater. The fat belly from the sweater was his body. He trembled as he explored his new body. His massive, hairy belly felt solid, like a weight on the front of his body. His ass jutted out behind him, soft and jiggly in the sweats he was wearing. His moobs, HIS MOOBS, were soft, and coated in dense hair. Somehow the transformation had worked its way up to his neck and face. His neck looked shorter, coated in fat. His entire face was rounder; his beard doing nothing to hide how fat his face was.

He gave his belly a shake, watching the fat sphere wobble in front of him. This was real. This was happening. What the hell is going on!

He turned as someone opened the door. Jack! Lance tried to hide in the shower, but his fatter body was slower than he was used to. He tripped on the tub and lay there, sideways across the bathtub, his fat trembling as he panted.

"I can explain." Jack said as he shut the door behind him. He turned back to Lance, hands raised in a peacemaking gesture.

"What are you talking about? Look at me man! I'm fat!" Lance struggled to find the words for his dilemma. "I was skinny earlier. I put on the sweater you sent me, and now I'm fat, and everyone is acting like this is normal!"

"I know."

Lance froze. "What do you mean you know? I have two sets of memories in my head, man. One where I'm skinny, and one where I've been fat for years."

"That's right. I know, because that's how I wanted the magic to work. I wanted you to have the choice."

Lance stared at his friend. "What the hell are you talking about."

Jack sighed, and scratched at his underbelly. "How do I explain? I'm what you call a gainer."

Lance frowned at Jack. He tried to pull himself out of the bathtub, but his fat had him wedged.

"A gainer is a person who gets fat on purpose. It... arouses me. The idea of getting bigger, of being covered in fat is a huge turn on for me. However, I also have an interest in seeing other guys get fatter too. I'm not really a feeder, but I love seeing guys get huge. It's a turn on for me."

Staring in disbelief, Lance tried to make sense of Jack's words.

"Turns out, there's all sorts of magic you can buy online to make people fat. Most people do it for vengeance, or pranks, but I like to do it for how sexy it makes the other guy."

"You think this is sexy?" Lance waved a hand at his body, feeling the fat tremble with the gesture.

"Oh, hell yes. Lance, you're so hot. I've always found you incredibly sexy, man. But seeing how you freaked out over gaining a few pounds made me sad. I wanted you to see how sexy you could be with some more weight, and then the Christmas Party came up. It was the perfect chance to let you see how amazing you could look."

Jack reached down, and pulled Lance to his feet. the two stood side by side next to the full body mirror.

"Look at you man." Jack reached over, and carressed Lance's body - gently lifting his belly, and dropping it, rubbing the fat, kneading it like it was dough. Lance felt something stir inside him, and to his surprise, he found himself getting aroused.

Jack leaned up and kissed Lance. "You're so fucking hot right now. I can't even keep my hands off of you."

Lance felt himself in a daze. Jack touching his body felt so good... He was getting hard. "You said something about a choice?" He mumbled.

Jack sighed in regret, and pulled back from Lance. "The way that the magic works is that you have a choice. You can embrace this reality - the one where you've been fat for years," Jack looked at Lance hopefully, "or you can go back to an altered reality, where tonight happened differently."

Lance stared into the mirror at his fattened form. Would he really want this? He reflected on the new memories - hanging out with friends, being the fat friend. In this timeline he was happy. He was confident. There wasn't any pressure to go to the gym. He could eat whatever he wanted. Here he was the big guy the people loved to be around.

"How do you know that the reality will change?" Lance asked, unable to take his eyes off his fattened form.

"You think this is the first time I've done this?" Jack laughed. "You remember my old roommate?"

"Brandon? Sure. That guy was a real fatty."

"He wasn't always that way, but that's a story for another time. He was pretty fit when we first moved in together, but after he saw how amazing he looked, he decided to stay in that reality - live life as a fat man."

Lance couldn't wrap his mind around it - Brandon used to be skinny? But then, here he was, plenty fatter than he had been just earlier this evening; if his one set of memories were anything to be believed. Lance stared at the reflection, and pensively rubbed his fat belly. Did he want this? In the skinny timeline, he was always watching his weight, and worrying what other people thought. In this timeline, he was comfortable with himself. He was outgoing and chatty. He had a lot more friends. The answer should have been obvious. But this felt like cheating. He hadn't really earned this.

Lance sighed. "You'd be surprised at what a hard decision this is for me. My fat life is awesome - there are so many reasons to stay here. I'm still not sure if I agree that I'm more sexy this way," his hard penis had him questioning what was more sexy after all. "But everything else is really good in this reality."

Jack looked hopeful.

"However," Lance raised a finger, "I didn't earn this. This isn't my life. If I'm going to learn to be confident in myself, I want to earn it for me, not through a magic spell."

Jack sighed. "I really hoped that seeing how sexy you are, and seeing how good your life is would make you choose to stay here. Fair enough man. You've made your choice."

"So what happens? How do I get rid of this?" Lance gestured at his fattened body.

Jack looked sheepish. "There's only one way to break the spell and get rid of the fat - you have to fuck it out."

Lance stared at Jack. "Like, jerking off?"

Jack blushed even further. "That wouldn't do it. Now that you've made your choice, you need to fuck the fat into someone else."

Now Lance was blushing. "Who would want that? How am I supposed to find someone willing to take all of this?" Lance gestured wildly.

"It's not going to be all of that, just the fat from what you've eaten this evening. And if you're willing... I'll take it." Jack started to undress, revealing his chubby body. He reached into a drawer and pulled out a bottle of lube.

Lance started to protest, but he felt himself growing hornier as more of Jack was revealed. He felt his penis, rock hard in the surrounding fat.

Jack leaned over, exposing his ass for Lance. "Believe it or not, you're not the first person to turn this down - it explains a bit of the extra fat I have here," Jack gave a chuckle and slapped his fat belly.

Lance stared at the pale ass in front of him. He wasn't the most experienced, but he knew what to do. Grabbing the lube, Lance pushed down the loose band of the sweatpants. Standing rock hard, with beads of pre at the tip, Lance coated himself heavily.

Pressing the tip to Jack's ass, Lance felt Jack tremble as he entered. Jack moaned softly, and Lance began to thrust. All his fat jiggled and trembled as he pushed in and out, fat slapping heavily on Jack's plump ass cheeks. Jack moved slightly with the weight, clenching on Lance's penis inside of him. His belly swayed softly with each thrust.

Lance turned to the mirror, and saw himself - a big fat mountain of a man, fucking the smaller man. Did he really want to lose this? Too late now! He felt himself nearing climax.

"Inside me!" Jack panted. "It's all got to go inside me to get you back to our reality!"

Lance moaned deeply, and thrust even harder. Plunging in to the hilt, Lance cried out as he came - ropes of cum sprang out of his dick into Jack, and they kept coming - Lance felt himself shrinking, his arms, body, belly getting smaller, and more compact. Each spasm sent more fat out of him.

Lance fell to his knees, a small amount of cum dripping from his dick. Jack panted heavily, carefully turning to Lance, holding all the cum in his ass. For as much as came out of Lance, Jack only looked 20 or so pounds heavier.

Glancing at the cum on the ground Jack tutted, "I told you to keep it all in me. For that amount, you probably kept around 15 pounds of fat. It will probably be around the belly and ass, but it's going to be stubborn, and hard for you to lose."

Not caring, Lance stared at his body in the mirror. at some point, the massive sweatpants had slid off, not having enough support on this body, and somehow the fat belly sweater had returned.

"What happens now?" Lance panted.

"Now things go back to normal." Jack smiled.

Lance glanced at Jack's now fatter body, and felt himself getting hard again. Jack saw the stiffening penis. He laughed.

"None of that now! We gotta get things back on track." Jack leaned forward, and gently kissed Lance on the lips. "You might have turned down my offer," Lance heard, as the room around him spun, and started to grow black, "but I hope you learned a lesson from your dick - there's something sexy about a little fat."

***

A loud ripping sound caused Lance to jump awake. He had been dozing on Jack's couch. Someone nearby opened a Christmas present, tearing into the wrapping paper much more loudly than they needed to. Lance felt like hell. What had possessed him to eat three plates of food? And did he eat a tray of cookies? Under his fat santa belly sweater his belly felt hard and round. He felt bloated, but no more than usual when he over ate.

He had a vague recollection of a dream where he had been fat, but he shook that off as Jack called everyone over to take part in the ugly sweater contest. Was it just Lance's imagination, or was Jack looking fatter than usual?

Everyone took turns standing in front of the group, and the sweater with the most cheers would win the contest. When Lance stood in front of the group everyone roared with laughter - he was the winner, hands down. Jack offered him the prize - a basket of baked christmas goodies. Lance hesitated - he had really stuffed himself tonight, and his size 32 jeans felt tight against his bloated belly. Did he really need more goodies? Lance's dream flashed through his mind, and Lance smiled, taking the basket. There was always the gym, and if not, maybe there was something sexy about a little fat.

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