Midas Touch - Prologue

Midas Touch - Prologue

About a year ago, we were out on a joy ride. Me and my buddies Greg and Blake would always go on joy rides late at night. We would rip it through these long backroads, it was nothing but dirt and sparse shrubbery. But we'd always pass this creepy looking government building. We never knew what it was, it only said "Government of the United States of America" on the gate, it never said what the facility was actually for. It was pretty small, but it always had one car in the dimly lit parking lot, no matter how late at night, even on the weekend. We were speeding past it just like any other night, and without warning, an explosion erupted from the building. The right side windows shattered as the car was thrown to the left. The last thing I remember was feeling an immense pressure in my chest and a sharp pain in my right ear. I woke up face down in the dirt. I tried moving, and was shocked at how little it hurt. It did hurt, but not as much as you'd think after getting flung out of a car. I slowly turned myself over and saw Greg slouching out of the broken window of the car, not too far from where I laid. Blake seemed to have been flung from the car early, because he was laying by the road. I sat on the floor as my hope drained away, I thought they were dead.

I don't even know how long I sat there for, my only measure of time was counting the crackles coming from the fire. But it was finally interrupted by the roaring of an engine. It was an eighteen wheeler. The brakes squealed as it stopped right beside where Blake was laying. An average looking man came running out of the truck, and it just gave me enough hope to get up. I hobbled myself to my feet and began stumbling to the truck. The man ran to Blake and he put a hand out, to my surprise, Blake reached out and grabbed it. Relief swept over my body, he's alive. But the moment their hands touched, something weird happened. The man froze in place. It was hard to see what happened next, it was dark and my vision was a bit fuzzy. But the man's silhouette went average sized, to large , to massive in the span of seconds. As I got closer, all I could see was a fat guy hanging under his tiny shirt. Am I hallucinating? Am I dying? The man seemed to unfreeze and he reached down to grab Blake's hand again, this time pulling him to his feet. Even weirder is that it seems the man pulled Blake in for a hug after pulling him up. I continued to make my way towards the road as Blake hobbled over to the man's truck. The man then focused his attention on me. He slowly ran his fastest towards me, all his fat bouncing with each step. As he got closer, I confirmed that his gut was spilling out under his shirt. Honestly his shirt looked more like a bra, containing his massive moobs. He smiled with his chubby cheeks as he got close, he thanked God I was okay and told me to get in his truck. He then grabbed Greg's limp body out of the car and carried him to the truck.

I was kind of in and out of consciousness once I was in the man's truck. All I caught was that he was driving us to his house, and that the nearest hospital was too far. He did seem really jolly for a guy who just found three nearly dead guys on the side of the road, but I am not in the position to question it right now. I could also see that Blake was periodically staring at the trucker's body. Maybe I wasn't hallucinating? Maybe he saw it too? I mean he must have, he was right there.

I have no idea how long the drive went on, but I seemed to be staying awake for longer and longer as time went on. I heard the trucker talking to Blake, who seemed to be the only one of us who could actually stay awake. He talked about how he was driving some equipment through the backroads when he found us. He said we were lucky he was so close to his home, considering we were in the middle of nowhere. But before I knew it, we made it to his place. I think he had called his sons to help sometime during the drive, because there were two younger men waiting on the driveway. The trucker parked and hopped out of the car. I couldn't exactly hear what he was saying to his sons, but I heard one of them comment on his shirt being too small. It was starting to confuse me, why would the son comment on the small shirt but not react to the fact that his dad was like three times fatter than he was before. Are we the only ones that see something is off? Anyway, there wasn't time to think about it. The trucker ran inside, presumably to get medical supplies. Blake seemed capable enough to get himself out of the truck on his own. I just sat there as one of the sons opened the door nearest Greg. He grabbed Greg's arm, and similar to the trucker earlier, he froze in place. The man looked in his mid twenties, but it didn't last long. The young man quickly aged into his thirties, then his forties, and into his fifties. He looked older than his father. His face had slimmed down and matured, and wrinkles formed on his skin. His patchy beard grew out into a more full and bushy beard and his hairline receded quite far. It was hard to see from where I was sitting, but it seemed as though hair on his arms and chest had grown much thicker. It also looked like he had grown a bit of a pot belly, but not big enough to be too noticeable under his shirt. The man unfroze and continued to pull Greg out of the truck as if nothing had happened. What the fuck is going on? I don't have time to think about it as the other son opens the door on my side. He reaches for my arm, and as expected, he freezes in place the moment he touches my skin. I watch close up as the young man starts to grow, but not like the other two. I felt his hands begin to expand as he was touching my arms, and I see his biceps grow until they're ripping through his sleeves. His pecs balloon out until they burst out of his shirt, and a defined six pack forms on his stomach. His jawline sharpened as his face became more sleek. I could see his shorts tighten around his thighs as they grew, even his shoes looked like they had gotten tight. Just like the other two, he resumes as if nothing happened. He picked me up like it was nothing and carried me into his home.

I'm dropped off on a dining table in the middle of the living room. Blake seemed to be sitting on the couch with an ice pack on his head, but he seems shocked at the sight of the two sons, who are completely unrecognizable from the men that he saw before. I turn my head and see Greg laying beside me on the table, I let out a sigh of relief when I see that he's breathing

I end up sitting there for what feels like forever. They gave me a bunch of pills and I didn't really feel much after that. I ended up falling asleep for a while. I woke up and it was light out. I was really sore, even more so than when I woke up after the crash, but can still muster the strength to get up. Greg is passed out on the couch across from me, so I don't bother waking him. I wander around for a bit and see Blake and the trucker's family having breakfast. They invite me to join, so I do. I was too exhausted to really contribute to the conversation, but I was still paying enough attention to get an idea of what was going on. The first thing that I noticed was that the trucker and the son that carried me inside were shirtless, I assume because none of their shirts fit them. And everyone seemed to just act as if things were normal despite the fact that the father is three times the size he was before, one of the sons is now older than his father, and the other son is about doubled in size from pure muscle. The father was always cheery and smiling. He mostly talked about how it was a miracle that we were all okay. It was either that, or he was cracking a joke about something. He was actually surprisingly funny. The son that grew old seemed to be a little more reserved, but when he did talk it seemed to always be some sort of advice. He seemed really smart to be honest. The son who grew strong seemed to be the one usually driving the conversation. He was always the loudest and most assertive, he was really charming. He also wouldn't stop flexing, like he would flex his bicep and just stare at it for a bit, and he would bounce his pecs every once and a while.

Eventually, Blake and I excuse ourselves to talk privately. Once we're out of earshot, he just unloads about all the weird shit that has happened since the crash. FINALLY! I knew I wasn't crazy. He explains what he thinks is going on. He noticed that the man who touched him grew fat, the man who carried Greg in grew old, and the man who carried me in grew strong. He also mentioned that it didn't seem to happen to the men a second time, as he had touched all of them since and nothing happened.

Now that it has been a year since the crash, I always wear gloves. Greg and Blake do too. It didn't take long after the accident that we started accidentally touching people. Whether it was someone grabbing our arm, or simply brushing past someone, it happened often in spite of our best efforts. Now we cover up as much of our body and always wear gloves. Though we did find out a lot about our powers from accidentally touching people.

For one, it only works on adult men for some reason, and it only works once between the three of us. Once someone has been transformed by one of us, they're immune. Each of our powers comes with physical and mental changes, changes that nobody except us seems to notice. Mine makes them grow a lot of muscle, and sometimes makes them grow taller and hairier. It tends to make them more dominant and assertive, more confident, and more charming. Blake's makes them grow extremely fat and usually makes them hairier. It makes them happy, caring, kind, and funny. It also tends to make them have an extremely high appetite. Greg's makes people grow old, which tends to have many side effects associated with getting old. Their hair will turn grey, their skin wrinkles, and they tend to get a bit fatter, just not nearly as extreme as with Blake. It makes them mature, wise, and usually a bit reserved.

Inevitably, basically all of our family members and close friends have fallen victim to our powers. My brother and father are now jacked and go to the gym all the time, despite never going before hand. Blake's father was fat before but now, saying he's obese is an understatement. I've been over for dinner many times since then and man can that man eat. All of the men in Greg's family are about a generation older than they used to be. I'm sure he gets a lot of good life advice from them tho.

As for our friends, there are some funny stories behind that. One time, we were playing beer pong not too long after the crash. Blake was blackout drunk and stumbled over after he threw a ping pong ball. Our friend Darren went to catch him, by the time Blake was back in his feet, Darren was nearly 300 pounds. Darren obviously doesn't know what really happened, but he still talks about the day he went home and his clothes were suddenly 5 sizes too small.

This one was pretty recent. Pete was a guy we met well after the crash, and well after we had transformed all of our friends. So by that point we had been much less careful around our friends because it didn't matter as much. But we kinda forgot we should be careful around Pete. We were hanging out and just decided to start wrestling, I have no idea why. Well when Pete and I started to wrestle, his hand brushed my face. Let's just say he went on to destroy everyone at wrestling that day.

Greg is probably the most careful out of all of us, but he eventually slipped up. Honestly it wasn't even his fault, the one place we can't really cover up is our face. But one time, we were watching the Superbowl and our friend Jim is super into football. It was a close game but his team was down a bit. They scored a touchdown last minute and he jumped out of his seat, accidentally hitting Greg in the face. He's 49 now. And it does look weird considering he is the only one in the friend group that Greg touched, so he is the only 50 year old among a bunch of twenty something's. But luckily anyone who knew him before he was transformed doesn't seem to notice that he's much older than us. And funny enough, Pete now has a group of friends that are his age, but he still hangs out with us too.

I think all three of us had some pretty bad slip ups early on though. Greg went to a job banquet without gloves and ended up shaking hands with most of the men there. A significant portion of their staff have already retired because of him. Blake went to a concert without covering up, we have no idea how many people he transformed, but he thinks it could be dozens. I went to a gay bar and made out with a bunch of guys. Though it is nice to have every guy you fuck be jacked, it's not exactly ethical. I did also find out that my power makes their dick bigger too, I wonder if Blake and Greg's do too.

I have been thinking about it a lot lately though, i might just give up on ethics and just have some fun with it. At least mine doesn't do as much harm as Blake and Greg's do. I get to have fun and they get to have a six pack.

Inside Out - Blake & Will

"Bro, you need to get this new app. It's called Inside Out." A text from Dan displayed on Blake's phone. "What is it?" Blake responded, confused about Dan texting him out of nowhere. Besides, Dan didnt tend to text him during the day since Blake started working at a farm because his boss is some crusty old man who thinks phones are evil. A chime echoes from Blake's pocket, prompting him to step behind the barn, out of sight of his boss, to check his phone. "Just trust me, you gotta check it out." Blake read off. "Fine" he thought, knowing Dan would keep bothering him about it. While looking at the text, Blaked boss rounds the corner, "What the hell are you doin'?" The boss yells in a raspy voice. "Sorry Will, my friend just texted me, I'll get back to work." Blake responded in an apolagetic tone, hoping his boss wouldnt take his phone. "That's William to you, and give me that. Get back to work." William said while snatching the phone.

Blake went the rest of the day as normal, he usually didnt check his phone during work anyway, so he didnt even notice it was gone. The end of the day rolled around, but he got in his car to head home he realized William still had his phone. Knowing where his phone would be kept, he swiftly made his way into William's room and swiped it from his bosses desk. He was just about leave as normal when he saw Dan's text displayed on his home screen. For some reason now the app enticed him enough to check it out. He stood by the entrance of William's home, glued to his phone as he installed and opened the app. "Welcome to Inside Out, where you can become the most authentic you!" Were the words that greeted Blake as he opened the app. He never had a huge problem with his identity, but he figured it was just going to give him some mental health advice or something. Though he thought it was weird that Dan would go so crazy over an app like that. Blake reluctantly pressed continue on the home screen before pausing. The moment he pressed continue, a sinking feeling developed in his stomach and he felt almost paralyzed. Stuck in place, he slowly felt his skin feel warm, what he didnt realize was the changes his body was beginning to go through. A thick layer of fat began to grow under his skin, covering all of the chiseled muscle he had gotten working on the farm. Though the muscle remained, they even grew along with the growing fat, giving him thick strong arms and a broad chest. The sinking feeling in his stomach slowly turned into a feeling of comfort as fat engulfed his washboard abs, leaving an ever growing beer gut hanging over his jeans. His solid pecs also began to grow, both in fat and in muscle causing his chest to broaden to that of a strong labourer, but also to grow into a soft pair of moobs.

Blake could almost feel his balance wane as his upper body became much heavier than the rest of his body. This would last though, as the tingling feeling that he had felt in his stomach sank to his lower body. Almost immediately, he could feel a tightness wrap around his ass and upper thighs as his jeans became skin tight around his growing legs. His belt eventually gave in to his expanding ass, snapping in half and falling off, sending a wave rippling through his upper thighs. He was even more shocked to feel the tightness move to his crotch, as he felt a growing bulge form in his pants, it's not like he could see it under his new belly though. The feeling quickly spread down through the rest of his legs as they filled in all of the spare room in his jeans.

Still feeling paralyzed, Blake felt the changes begin to affect his head, infiltrating his mind. His facial features began to soften up, matching the rest of his body, and began to age from mid 20s to late 30s as wrinkles weathered his face. His demeanor slowly changed from shock and fear to happiness and acceptance as his brain began adapting to it's new body. At the same time, the hair on his body shifted from thin and brown to thick and black as his skin tone shifted from pale white to light brown. Blake seemed to come to, snapping out of his paralysis standing shirtless in his bosses house. He looked at the app opened on his phone, wondering why he would ever want change anything about himself. He felt comfortable in his body, and he loved his job as a farmer.

Just as he was about to close the app, "Blake!?" He heard William yell from behind him. "Where the hell is your shirt, and why are you here?" William said while snatching Blake's phone away. "What has got you so hooked on this thing anyway." He snarked as he started tapping on the screen, accidentally tapping on 'continue'. Blake watched as his boss froze in place staring at the phone. Almost right away, William's body began to change. His body seemed to age from his 60s to his 30s, looking around the same age as Blake. Short brown stubble grew over his sharpening jawline as the wrinkles covering his face disappeared. His slouch disappeared as muscle began pouring into the mans body. His shoulders broadened as his biceps blew up, making his sleeves look skin tight. His forearms grew thick brown hair as they doubled in size, matching his now massive hands. His pecs plumped up, visibly giving his body a v shape under his button up. His thighs thickened, making his jeans almost as tight as Blake's. Within only a few seconds, Blake had watched his boss transform from an old crusty man to a strong young farmer.

"What'r you lookin at boy!" Will said as he snapped out of his trance. "Were like the same age" Blake retorted, as Will hadnt been 30 years older just moments prior. "Is that any way to talk to your boss young man" Will said in a flirtatious voice as he wrapped his arms around Blake and grabbing his ass. Will threw away the phone, why would he ever want to change anything about himself, he was young and in love.

Whale Beach

I heard it was a popular vacation destination. Men flocked to it to help speed up their bulk because it was said to increase the weight of anyone who entered its waters. I guess the name whale beach is a little on the nose, and a little offensive but I don't really care. What I care about is the part where it makes you fat. Most people who want to bulk a little bit only go in for a minute or so and that's enough to make a significant change in their weight. But some brave, or horny, souls have tested what happens if you stay in the water for an extended period of time. That's where the name 'Whale Beach' was coined. I heard that the people who went in at around 160 pounds came out 30 mins later at 400 pounds. This is exactly why I was going to take a trip to whale beach. Not for myself, no, for a 'friend'.

Dan. Dan was a friend from work, but calling him a friend would be an overstatement. I've grown to despise him, mostly from envy. I know it's not healthy but I can't help it. It's gotten to the point that I just get annoyed whenever he's around. He's so perfect. All the ladies, and the men for that matter, flock to his side. They go along with anything he says cuz he's hot. I've tried working out and dressing better to live up to him, but I never will be able to. I miss the days before he showed up, when everyone would kiss up to me. When I was the hot guy in the office. That's why I'm gonna invite him to whale beach. I want to see the look on his face when he comes out of the water and realizes he's twice the size he was going in. Even the thought of it makes my dick tingle. Anyway, tangents aside. I've got it all planned out and he just agreed to go, so all there is left to do is get him in the water.

Time flew by the next few days, while I was waiting for my trip. The mix of excitement and anxiety made the time move quickly. Soon enough I was already at the beach with Dan. I had gotten good at acting nice around him, so he wouldn't suspect anything. I got into my dark blue bathing suit and watched him change into his light blue board shorts. Even now, I couldn't stop staring at his perfectly toned body. I hate it.

We both sat there talking for a little while. We had a few beers and actually had a nice conversation. But while that was going on, I was also trying to pay attention to the other people on the beach. There was no one in the water, but I wanted to keep an eye on anyone who went in to see what happened. I eyed down a group of three young men, hopefully they'd hop in and I could see if what I heard about this beach was true. They were all quite skinny so it should be easy to tell any weight gain when they come out.

I almost missed it as the group of men ran into the water. I was so engrossed in the conversation I was having with Dan. I was starting to question my decision to bring him here. But I caught the men in the corner of my eye, I need to keep track of them.

I spent the next 45 minutes or so going between talking to Dan and glancing over at the men in the water. They were there for a long time. Did they not know? It didn't matter, but I was getting impatient and it seemed like Dan was getting antsy to get in the water. Soon enough, the three men started to return to the shore. I almost did a double take as they walked out. There's no way those are the same guys. They must have been nearly 400 pounds each. They all hate giant bellies that spilled over their swim shorts, sagging man tits, and asses that threatened to rip right through their shorts. I watched in awe as they hobbled their way out of the water and went back to their spot on the beach.

I had to stop myself from staring and I curled my legs up to hide my growing boner. I turned back to Dan and he was giving me a funny look. He grabbed my hand and dragged me out of my chair. He kept pulling me towards the water, I had to think quickly. I wanted him to go in the water but I didn't want to go in myself. I didn't think fast enough and he quickly dragged me into the water with him. I played it off cool, just don't stay too long. I swim around with him for a couple minutes and then make up an excuse about the water being too cold so I can leave. I run out of the water and stop right at the edge of the water. I look down and to my horror, I see a flabby belly in front of me. And it's right under my swollen moobs. I started freaking out, I thought it would take longer. I stood there for a few minutes just poking and prodding at my soft body. I could lose this pretty quickly right? What will I tell my family? My mind started to wonder.

I'm interrupted by a splashing sound coming from the water. It's Dan approaching me. I can't tell he's put on about as much weight as I have. He's got a round belly and moobs, but he's still got big arms and a pretty face. He continues marching towards me and grabs my hand again. His hands are so big, I think as he drags me back into the water, "Come on you big baby, the water's not that cold." How has he not noticed either of us growing? I question. I tried resisting a bit, but he was way stronger than me anyway so I gave up.

We spent the next 40 or so minutes just swimming around in the water and chatting. I had given up on trying to leave early, but I was still aware of the fact that I could become so fat that I would be immobile. That wasn't a concern yet though. As time went on, I noticed myself getting more buoyant, and I also noticed Dan's hair started to recede. I guess the water has more effects than just weight gain. I started to feel folds forming around my body as I swam, and I kinda liked it. My growing boner would have been obvious if my large gut hadn't covered it by now. I also saw Dan's outline under the water grow and grow and grow. He didn't seem as flabby as I did though, probably because he had more muscle, but it made it so he had a large round belly that floated in front of him.

After a while, he floated over to me. Our guts collided as he got close. "I like us like this." He whispered in my ear. He knew!? Did he know the whole time and just wanted it to happen, or did he realize later? "I feel so strong and manly" he said as his hands wandered under my belly and to my crotch. I let out a moan as his hand pulled down my shorts and grabbed my cock. "Did you really think I didn't know what Whale Beach was?" I didn't respond. "I just couldn't wait for the moment we would both return to work as obese pigs. I couldn't wait for the chuckles behind our backs as co-workers talk about how we let ourselves go. Oh and the sex, I couldn't wait to hear the bed creek under us as I fuck you like the pig that you are." He said between heavy breaths. His hand sped up with every sentence. "Call me a pig again" I yell. "You're a fucking pig" he growled. "I'm gonna feed you until you can't move, held down by your enormous pig body." He continued. I let out a loud moan as I shot my load into the underside of my belly. Afterwards, I reached around his gut and into his shorts. I wrapped my hand around his dick, pushing into the fat pad that engulfed it. It didn't take long for him to shoot his load all over my hand.

After a moment of silence, we made our way back to the shore. It shocked me how much heavier I was on the ground. I was basically weightless in the water, but now I have to put effort into every step. My stomach made me feel like I was gonna fall forward. We both managed to hobble over to our chairs, but I couldn't fit in mine, my love handles stuck out too far. Dan can barely fit in his, but only because his fat was all in his gut so he was not as wide as me. I decided to sit between his legs with my head essentially under his gut. I don't know what came over me back then. Maybe the water just does that to you, I was just so horny. I looked over and saw the group of three men in a threesome on the beach. Maybe the water does have that effect on people, maybe that's why there are so many love stories from this beach. My hand instinctively reached down to my crotch as I couldn't turn my eyes away from the three men. It seems Dan saw them too as I could feel his dick harden against the back of my head. I felt his hand begin to rub my shoulder and it sent a tingle down my spine. I turned around and got on my knees. He opened his legs as I pulled down his shorts with my mouth. I licked the end of his dick as it entered my mouth. My face was pressed against his fat pad and my forehead pressed against the underside of his gut. His large hand pushed on the back of my head as I went back and forth. The feeling of the hair on his belly rubbing against my head was almost soothing. His moaning got louder and louder until a warm liquid filled my mouth.

I sat back down in the position I was in before. Dan stretched my head and ran his fat fingers through my hair. I wondered how he felt about being bald. He did say something about feeling manly, and maybe that added to it. His big biceps and round gut sure made him look manly though.

We sat there for about an hour or so. The three men were still going at it, oh what I would give to be young again. I wondered what it felt like to be obese in your twenties, it couldn't be that different from being obese in your forties right? Maybe just a little less back pain. It had only been a couple hours in this body and I already couldn't remember what it was like being skinny and fit. How the only thing I could think about was being fed like the pig that I am by my big man.

Eventually, we grabbed our stuff and made our way to my car. We confidently left the beach with our tiny clothes. At this point, our shirts looked like bras and our shirts looked like speedos. After a lot of waddling, we made it to the car and put our stuff into the trunk. Dan gave me a kiss before closing the trunk and getting in the car. I got in the car and we both slid our seats back at the same time. "Do you have a bed that can fit both of us?" Dan asked. "Do you think we can fit in a king size?" I responded in a flirty tone. "Only one way to find out." He smiled at me.

We made it home to my place, I was shocked at how hard it was to get through the front door. I had to put some stuff down to even get through. I went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror.

Wow. I thought I would look more like Dan, but I was far more flabby than he was. My tits sagged into my armpits and my gut spilled over my waist. My arms and legs were riddled with rolls of fat and my jawline has disappeared under a thick double chin. Even my nipples were swollen and sensitive.

I walked out of the bathroom and saw that Dan had stripped down to his underwear. It was probably the closest thing he had to fitting him, but it still looked like a stretched out speedo.

His big arms and even bigger gut made me shiver. I couldn't believe how much hotter he was now.

"It's been a long day, how about we hop in bed and call it a night." Dan said

"I'd want nothing more." I replied.

We both curled into bed, barely fitting on it. He laid facing me and wrapped his arm around me. He could barely reach around my shoulder though because his gut pushed us apart.

"Love you." He said as he drifted off to sleep.

"Love you too."

Love, Lust, and Leather

"A public intoxication call at 4pm, really?" Daryl complained to his partner.

"These are always the fun ones huh." Ben replied.

"Well it's usually the night shift that's gotta deal with these assholes, why do they have to do this when we're on patrol." Daryl continued.

Ben just chuckled under his breath and shifted his focus back to the road. The two cops quickly pulled up to the bar and approached the entrance, dreading the interaction that was about to happen.

Just as Daryl reaches for the door, it suddenly opens. A suspicious looking man stumbles out of the bar and right into the pair of cops.

"You boys look like you're raring for a good time." The man chuckles.

Daryl shoots a confused look at his partner, "Male prostitute?"

Before Ben could respond, the man butts in. "Oh darling, you wish. I'm talking about you two, you've been stuck in that small car together for far too long to not have thought about what the other looks like under those charming uniforms." The man winks at Daryl.

"Okay, that's enough from you." Daryl reaches for his handcuffs.

"Oh that won't be necessary, I'll be on my way now." The mysterious man starts to walk away. The two cops attempt to grab him, but feel frozen in place. "Have fun you love birds!" The man chuckles as he slips away.

The two cops remain frozen as something begins to change. Their blue and brown uniforms begin to shift into a deep black leather. Their tops turn into expensive looking leather suits and their khaki pants turn to a similar glossy black leather. All their accessories turn into thick black leather with shiny silver accents, their belts, their boots, their gloves, and even their hats all transform.

However, it wasn't just the clothes that would change. Both young men seemed to age into their thirties as their short stubble grew into bushy beards and their hair shortened into a clean buzz cut. Their muscles began to grow, filling their leather clothes until they were skin tight. Their asses simultaneously perked up, filling in the space in their pants. And the bulge in their pants grew larger and larger as their cocks nearly doubled in length and girth. Finally, both of the men felt an itchiness engulf their bodies as thick hairs grew all over their bodies.

As the duo escaped their paralyzed state, all semblance of the cops they once were was now long gone. Memories of training to become a cop were replaced by nights at gay bars, drinking until they couldn't remember how many people they had fucked that night. The two shared a lustful look as Daryl grabbed his hand cuffs, and Ben grabbed his baton.

A Dad's World - Prologue

Report 127: Summary of Findings

Author: Alan Farren

Date: November 12th, 2023

Location: Fairhaven Outpost

Days since outbreak: 87

It has been nearly three months since the initial outbreak of what we are now calling the 'Father virus'. Almost three months since all women and children disappeared, and the remaining men began transforming into larger and more mature versions of themselves.

It was quickly discovered that the virus spreads through bodily fluids entering the body. This is most commonly observed with saliva, blood, and cum. The best ways to avoid the virus are to cover as much skin as possible with clothing, making sure to reinforce exposed wounds. Take extra care to cover every orifice using goggles, face masks, and protection for the anal cavity as these are most common entry points for the virus.

Symptoms appear almost immediately after contact with the virus in what's referred to as the 'Transformation stage' of infection. Symptoms include rapid multiplication of fat and muscle tissues, changes to physical anatomy, and heightened testosterone production resulting in changes in behaviour, growth of body hair, thinning of hair on the head, and growth of sexual organs. Although symptoms differ drastically from person to person in the transformation stage, symptoms seem to stagnate afterwards, only reappearing in very specific situations explained in further detail in paragraph 4. The infected are commonly referred to as 'Dads', due to the physical changes brought in by the virus.

We have discovered 7 types of 'Dad'; the jock, the farmer, the nerd, the father, the elder, the entertainer, and the athlete as organized by most common to least common. Each exhibits different behaviour and have different physical and mental changes upon infection. In most cases, the type of infection is determined upon infection and does not change. But in cases observed in small communities, individual infected may reenter a transformation stage and change into another type of dad. This is thought to be a mutation in the virus in a struggling environment attempting to change its host into something more fit for its environment.

The following is an in depth record of each type of infected that has been discovered as of November 12th, 2023.

The Jock:

There are 2 sub types of Jock, type a) and type b).

Jock a) aka. Ripped Jocks

Mental Attributes:

The ripped jock has the lowest mental capacity of the known dad types. They are limited in their capabilities when not instructed by others, but are great at following orders. They do, however, seem to have instinctual knowledge of how to use many types of weapons and show good hand to hand combat skill without training. Most ripped jocks tend to be loud and imposing, but don't tend to have much of meaning to say. They're also the most hostile to uninfected humans.

Physical Attributes:

The ripped jock has the second highest muscle mass of the dad types, falling just behind the Tank Jock. Muscle mass is highest in the biceps, chest, and thighs. The ripped jock has a very small body fat percentage, especially for how much muscle mass they have. They have the largest genitalia of the dad types, this is thought to be for means of infection as cum is their most common method of infection, and it is also potentially used for reproduction. The ripped jock tends to have a large lower jaw, broad shoulders and chest, and thick thighs. They sweat a considerable amount, and tend to smell musky. Like other types of dads they tend to have short hair, but ripped jocks are the only type of dad that has been observed hairless. Although it is unknown whether this is due to them shaving, or if some ripped jocks are naturally hairless.

Average weight; 350 pounds

Average height; 6'8"

Roles:

Ripped jocks are most often used in the dad's military force as soldiers, due to their proficiency with weapons and combat, as well as their obedience. They have also been observed as labourers in construction and landscaping due to their physical strength. Ripped jocks are also rarely found in fight clubs if their community has them.

Visual Signs:

A dad with a wide jaw, large chest and biceps, and a six pack will almost always be a ripped jock. Though if a dad is hairless, it is a ripped jock as no other type has been observed without body hair. They tend to wear either sports gear, tang tops, or are shirtless unless they're in military gear.

*Example of Ripped Jock Specimen*

Jock b) aka. Tank Jocks

Mental Attributes:

Tank jocks or tanks are still among the dumbest of dad types, but tend to be slightly more intelligent than ripped jocks. They're also far more independent than ripped jocks, tending to have hobbies outside of their roles. They are good fighters, but rely more on their sheer size rather than technique when they fight. Tanks are often kind and sweet despite their stature, and are very good at listening. Some can even hold a good conversation.

Physical Attributes:

Tanks are the largest type of dad, combining the muscle of the ripped jock and the fat of the father. They have the highest muscle mass of any type, and have the third highest average fat percentage below the father and the elderly. They store most of their fat in their stomach, chest, and thighs with some going to their biceps and ass. Like the ripped jock, tanks tend to have large lower jaws, but theirs get covered in a layer of fat giving them a soft jawline and somewhat chubby cheeks. They have broad shoulders, soft round pecs, a large gut, and generally very soft features. They are also on average the second hairiest type of dad, just behind the farmers and they're the second most likely to be bald, just behind the elders. Tanks tend to have large hands and feet as well as sun damaged skin from all of the labour outside.

Average weight; 500 pounds

Average height; 6'6"

Roles:

Tanks are often labourers in construction and landscaping, they can be used for anything that requires strength. They occasionally join the military force, but their natural kindness often clashes with it, making it a rare sight.

Visual Signs:

Tanks are massive, anyone with huge muscle and a ball gut is a tank. They tend to wear baseball caps to avoid the sun, but don't often have shirts on due to the rarity of clothes that fit. Jeans and work boots are also very common.

*Example of Tank Jock Specimen*

The Farmer:

Mental Attributes:

Farmers tend to be slightly below average intelligence, though they're very knowledgeable when it comes to tending to plants and animals. They're very reserved, preferring to be with animals than other dads. Though when they are with others, they tend to be nice. Farmers rarely have hobbies that don't involve their roles and spend a majority of their time working.

Physical Attributes:

Farmers have an average build for a dad, though they do have a high variability in body fat percentage compared to other types of dad. Farmers with a lower body fat percentage tend to have a V shaped torso with a tight waist and a fat ass. Farmers with larger body fat percentages tend to store most of their fat in their guts. They're the hairiest type of dad usually sporting a large beard and a thick layer of hair over most of their body. Farmers have a modest amount of muscle for a dad, but have massive hands to help handle crops, animals, and farm tools.

Average weight; 250 - 350 pounds

Average Height; 6'2"

Roles:

Most farmers fall into one of two roles, crop farmers and livestock farmers. Crop farmers grow fruits and vegetables, and occasionally grow flowers when in thriving communities. Livestock farmers raise and care for animals, using them for animal products and protein. Though in smaller communities, farmers often take on both of these roles. In rare cases, farmers may take on other roles depending on environment and community needs. Farmers have been observed in roles such as lumberjacks and fishermen.

Visual Signs:

Farmers are the hairiest type of dad, look for big bushy beards, and thick hairs covering the body. Avoid using weight and physique as farmers have a high variability in weight. Farmers often wear jeans with suspenders, big boots, jean or flannel button ups, and usually sport baseball caps or straw hats.

*Example of a low BMI Farmer Specimen*

The Nerd:

Mental Attributes:

Nerds are by far the smartest type of dad, having a higher average IQ than even the smartest elders and athletes. They're well spoken and kind, but a high percentage of nerds exhibit narcissistic behaviours, often seeing themselves as different or better than other types of dads. Nerds can usually talk about topics they're interested in for hours, but only seem to talk to dads they deem smart enough. Nerds are the only type of dad that has been observed to be non hostile to uninfected humans. They tend to rather converse with humans they consider intelligent or intriguing, though they tend to show hostility otherwise. Nerds have the most varied hobbies of any type of dad, they tend to hyperfixate on topics they deem interesting. They have even been observed conducting experiments and doing research into scientific topics that interest them.

Physical Attributes:

Nerds tend to be tall and skinny compared to other types of dads. They have a low body fat percentage and medium muscle mass, having relatively normal human proportions. Though nerds that have an interest in physical health may have proportions closer to the ripped jock. Nerds have bad eyesight, so they usually wear glasses or contacts if they can find them.

Average Weight; 250 pounds

Average Height; 6'8"

Roles:

Nerds have high versatility compared to other types of dads. Though they tend to take on roles in healthcare and education, they can take on a variety of roles including architecture, psychology, and sometimes even high ranking roles in the military.

Visual Signs:

Nerds almost always wear glasses, if a dad is wearing glasses and doesn't look old then they're most likely a nerd. They tend to be tall but otherwise have relatively normal proportions. Nerds tend to be well kept with short stubble and clean skin. Nerds also tend to dress fancier than other types of dads, usually sporting suits or dress clothes.

*Example of Nerd Specimen*

The Father:

Mental Attributes:

Father type dads are caring and sociable. They tend to put other dads before themselves and spend most of their time socializing, usually with other father type dads. They're of average intelligence among the dad types, they can become somewhat knowledgeable on topics of interest but tend to struggle keeping up with anything the nerds talk about. They show high degrees of empathy toward other dads, but have only been observed as hostile towards uninfected humans.

Physical Attributes:

Father type dads are obese. They have the highest body fat percentage of the dad types, concentrating most of it in the stomach and chest. Fathers don't have very high muscle mass, but have been shown to be very strong when under stress. They tend to have round faces and even rounder guts, with the rest of their bodies being plump and soft. Father type dads are slow and unathletic, being the easiest type of dad to escape other than the elders.

Average Weight; 400 pounds

Average Height; 6'6"

Roles:

Fathers most often take on caretaking roles. They often cook, clean, and generally nurse the sick and elderly dads. Though they can take on communal roles, such as cooking and cleaning for their entire communities, especially when there are few sick and elder dads. They are rarely seen filling the roles of entertainers when there are an abundance of fathers and a lack of entertainers

Visual Signs:

Fathers are very fat, but lack the muscle and excessive body hair of the tanks. They often wear very loose fitting and casual clothes, most often seen in jeans and t-shirts.

*Example of Father Specimen*

The Elder:

Mental Attributes:

Elders are the second smartest type of dad behind the nerds, though they possess more wisdom and maturity than the nerds. They're emotionally intelligent and tend to provide life knowledge that the nerds are incapable of providing, even if they're only recently infected. They tend to have simple hobbies, but do not need much to stay entertained. Despite being intelligent, elders tend to have a poor short term memory.

Physical Attributes:

Elders are the weakest type of dad, with the lowest muscle mass of any type of dad. They have the second highest body fat percentage, only slightly behind the fathers. They have similar fat distribution to the fathers, but tend to be much hairier. They're nearly immobile and are rarely a threat to humans, usually requiring assistance when they walk, if they get up at all. Elders have white hair and are usually balding, with mostly white hair covering their bodies. They have wrinkled and sagging skin, reminiscent of elderly humans. Elders have large round guts and soft breasts, similar to father types.

Average Weight; 350 pounds

Average Height; 6'0"

Roles:

Elders are the only type of dad that have been observed without roles in their communities, though most of them still have roles. They tend to take on roles in politics and law due to their wisdom, maturity, and ability to be impartial. Most elders that do not have one of these roles tend to contribute to their community by making art and clothing.

Visual Signs:

Elders tend to be the only type of dad that has majority grey hair. They also tend to have much older looking features than the other types. Elders are also very slow and often use assistance to move. It is not advised to use body shape as a sign due to the similarity between the body shape of elders and fathers.

*Example of Elder Specimen*

The Entertainer:

Mental Attributes:

Entertainers are of average intelligence among dad types. They tend to lack the book smarts that nerds have, but they have excellent people skills. They're extremely good at reading other dads and have the ability to be very deceptive if they choose, though they often choose to be charming and persuasive rather than deceptive. Entertainers are confident in themselves and their abilities, and can even become competitive if their abilities are questioned. They enjoy pleasing other dads and often use comedy or sex to try to cheer them up. They have the highest libido of any dad type, up there with the jocks, but are much better at controlling their desires around other dads.

Physical Attributes:

Entertainers tend to have average builds, though they do have a relatively high variation of muscle mass and body fat compared to other dad types. They're on average a lot more conventionally attractive than other dad types. Their muscle usually concentrates in their biceps, chest, abs, and thighs, giving them the appearance of having more muscle mass than they do. For entertainers who have a higher body fat percentage, their fat tends to spread evenly throughout their bodies. They also tend to hairier than the average dad, having full beards, hairy bodies, and unlike most other dad types, they almost always have a full head of hair. The occasional entertainer will be completely bald, but they have never been observed in the stages of balding. Entertainers have some of the largest genitalia of any dad type, just falling short of the jocks.

Average Weight; 250 pounds

Average Height; 6'4"

Roles:

Most entertainers work as sex workers within their communities. They often work with jocks to satisfy their high libido and to keep them from getting too aggressive, as sexual frustration is a common problem among jocks. Though, in larger communities with many entertainers, they often take on roles as artists. They will usually pursue acting, visual arts, or even music if the need for sex work is low. Although they rarely ever stop having sex with dads regardless of whether its their role.

Visual Signs:

Entertainers rarely wear clothes other than jockstraps or leather, and they often wear jewellery. They also tend to be more conventionally attractive than other dad types. It is unreliable to rely on body shape, as there are many other dad types that may share the same shape.

*Example of Entertainer Specimen*

The Athlete:

Mental Attributes:

Athletes possess higher than average intelligence for dads. They're great strategists and problem solvers, always finding a way out of bad situations. They act the most similar to the average human man, at least similar to the average American man. They're tough on themselves and on others, as a result, they can be quite intimidating to other dads despite their stature. They tend to spend their spare time working out or occasionally reading philosophy and self help books. Athletes tend to be quite good at knowing peoples weaknesses and exploiting them.

Physical Attributes:

Athletes are much smaller than other dad types. They're much shorter than other dads and have quite lean bodies in comparison, though they're stronger than they look. Athletes are quick and nimble, being great runners, climbers, and acrobats. They look very similar to humans, though they appear to be on the hyper masculine side of regular men. They tend to have good definition, but it doesn't show that well through clothing. Athletes usually have trimmed beards, sharp features, and big hands, feet, and genitalia relative to their size. They also tend to have loud and deep voices and their faces often appear angry or annoyed even at rest.

Average Weight: 180 pounds

Average Height: 5'8"

Roles:

Due to their small stature, athletes are often used for any role that involves running or climbing. As such they're often used as messengers between dad communities and as scouts for human outposts. Their agility and speed make them amazing spies as well. Also, due to their ability to strategize, they often work high up in their community's military.

Visual Signs:

Athletes are extremely dangerous as they resemble uninfected men. Be cautious around assertive and hyper masculine men, especially if they're relatively short as athletes are shorter than men on average. Athletes often wear baseball caps, but don't tend to have any preferred clothes other than that. They also tend to have large hands and feet, but not a significant enough difference from men to reliably use to spot athletes.

Other Notes:

Athletes seemed to have evolved after the initial outbreak. After the initial wave of men to infect, dads struggled to find humans, so athletes seemed to be their response to this need. A smart, quick, and nimble dad who blends in with humans is exactly what they needed and got.

*Example of Athlete Specimen*

Sculptor

You're an artist exploring his canvas. With your lips locked, your hands wander from his perky ass, up his defined six pack to his juicy pecs, then to his razor sharp jaw. What a fine canvas to work with, a beautiful man with skin as smooth as a baby and a body akin to a Greek god.

You begin as you always do, with the face. You run your fingers run along his cheeks, making them swell. Your fingers brush across his jawline, softening it until it is no longer visible and leaving behind a double chin. You can feel hairs grow on his face, as his once clean shaven face grows a scruffy beard.

Your work on his face is nearly complete, leaving him unrecognizable from the man he was before. You can feel the fat in his cheeks and his chin as you make out. But this is only the beginning of your process. Next, your hands glide down to his shoulders, broadening them in the process. Then down to his arms, where you cover them in a thick layer of fat, making them look strong, yet soft. You then hold his hands in yours, making them grow until they look like stuffed sausages.

Your lips leave his and wander down his fattened neck and to his chest. His pecs swell as you kiss them, grow softer and softer as they sag under their own weight. Soon he's left with a pair of soft moobs with large nipples and a forest of hair covering them.

He seems too distracted to notice the manipulation of his body, so you move down to his stomach. You kiss his defined six pack, getting one last taste before changing them forever. His stomach quickly swells under the influence of your touch. It starts as a small belly, then it becomes a reasonable beer belly, before becoming the massive ball belly of an obese man. The hairy gut now hangs over his jockstrap, obscuring his lower body from his view. Your hands wrap around his side toward his back, growing thick love handles in the process. Your hands finally reach his ass, once light and perky, it now sagged under its immense weight and threatened to burst through his tiny jockstrap.

You fall to your knees, lift up his gut, and pull down his jock. His dick has almost completely been engulfed by his fat pad, but it's enough to work with. You take him into your mouth. You feel his once modest cock begin to grow, multiplying in size in the matter of seconds. You struggle to keep the nearly pop can sized dick in your mouth until you feel a warm liquid coat the back of your throat.

He may be done, but your job is not over. Your hands rub his thighs, making them fatten and fatten. His muscly thighs got covered in a thick layer of fat, making him have to spread them to avoid them rubbing together. His calves meet a similar fate as you move to his feet, making them grow at least six sizes.

You look up at your finished artwork, proud of what you've accomplished. Some may have said he was more beautiful before, but you disagree. You hold his gut in your hands and give it a kiss, ready to move on to your next canvas.