Fat Friends Revenge

Fat Friend’s Revenge

“So … you’re finally up” I hear as my mind enters back into consciousness

My eyes slowly get into focus as I look around the room. In an instant reality snaps back into my mind as I stare at the stranger in front of me.  And, then panic sets in as my attempts to stand up leads to the realization that I am tied down.  

“What the fuck is going on?” I ask in a hazy confused panic.

He stares at me and laughs. His voice rings through my ears and something about it sounds familiar. It brings my attention to his soft lips. In an instant, images of me kissing him flood my mind. I quickly snap out of it. I’m not gay. But, my attention drifts to his sweet brown eyes. It couldn’t be…

He finally answers “What you don’t recognize me? Well I did lose some weight recently” He continues to laugh to himself.

It was my friend. It was Eric. But, it couldn’t be. Just last night we were at the bar. Just last night he was over 300 pounds. Now there is no sign he was ever that fat. In shock all I can think about is how attractive he looks in front of me. I just want to set myself free and ripped those clothes off him and kiss every inch of his body. At this point I was hard, as images of us embracing filled my mind.

“What the hell is going on? What happened to you? Why am I tied up?” I’m finally able to blurt out.

He looks at me coldly “Revenge” he says it in a slightly wicked tone.

His response fills me with fear for what he is planning to do to me. “What the fuck did I do?” I say as anger of the situation starts to set in. But, simultaneously I can feel this anger turning into passion. I want to wrap him in my strong muscular arms. My body urges to connect with him.

“You treated me like trash! You … used … me … like … a …fool.” The power in his voiced scared me, but at the same time it made me want him more. It was strange. It wasn’t a feeling of love. In fact if I was free I would have punched him in the face. No, this feeling was animalistic. I needed to be inside him. “And now the tables have turned.” He begins to smile.

He turns his slim muscular body to the coffee table. And my attention follows. Without his handsome face distracting me, I finally realize we are in my home. My eyesight begins to move along his body. I watch as the muscles in his arms, neck, and face move in a beautiful orchestra.  These surfaces that were once covered in pounds of fat. He turns around and faces me, now holding a box. On the box it reads: FROM MR. MISCHIEF. HAVE FUN. He reaches into the box and pulls out four letters.

“Attraction” He says as he turns the first letter around.  He puts his hand on my lap and electric signals run through my body. Images of intense love making run through my mind.

“What the fuck did you do to me? I say in a tearful panic.

He begins to laugh, as he moves his hands up my body. My body pulsating with pleasure. His hands continue to message ever inch of my sculptured body; sending waves of pleasure throughout my body. “You are only attracted to me now.” His moist hands wipe my face.

“I fucking hate you!” I yell.

“You don’t gotta love me to be attracted to me.” He smiles as he reaches towards me. His hands start undoing the ropes holding me back. Although my body wants to embrace Eric, my mind knows I need to make a run for it. I need to knock Eric out and run. As soon as Eric unties me, I stand up quickly and go to punch him in the face. Before my fist makes contact he says, “Stop! And sit down.” My arm automatically falls to my side. My body becomes heavy and falls back on to the chair I was sitting on.

“What the fuck?” I say as he turns around the next letter: OBEDIENCE.

“Stop talking. It’s my turn to speak.”  My mind races with thoughts and I try to speak them out loud.  But, my lips and throat do not even make an effort to move. “Listen to what I have to say and don’t let your sexual fantasies get in the way.” He flips the third letter: LOVE. And then rips it. “I don’t care that you hate me. In fact I love that you hate me, right now. Being forced to love me won’t teach you the lessons I want you to learn. I loved you. I wanted you. But, I wasn’t your type. You were straight and the sight of my fat ass disgusted you. You used me. You used the love I had for you against me. I would have and did do anything you wanted me to. You were hot, with your muscular body. You were the envy of every man. You liked to show off the god-sculpted body. Standing next to the fat blob I used to be, every girl wanted to get into your pants. And you would leave me there to get your nightly fuck. Everyone staring at me like some kind of fat freak. You knew I liked you. You would call me to do some bullshit thing for you and I came running. I wanted you to love me. But, you were a parasite making me a fool to make yourself feel good, even though you were already perfect”

Shame filled my body. Everything he said was true. I tried to be his friend. I knew he liked me. But, it was so easy to use that against him. He was desperate. I constantly made him the fool and belittled him to boost my own ego. I want to explain … to apologized, but I still couldn’t talk. He flips the fourth letter: WEIGHT TRANSFERENCE. “Now I’m going to turn the tables. It’s your turn to be the fat friend.” You see my fat didn’t just disappear.” He suddenly pulls a nice juicy burger from behind his back. He gives me a small smile.

“Listen to those sexual thoughts again, but this time you’re the bottom.” My thoughts become loud again. I picture his smaller yet toned body, riding my large muscular body. “Eat this. Fast.” I quickly reach out and gulp down the burger. My body starts feeling heavy. Waves of energy pulsate through my body.  “Stay still” Eric says as he removes my clothes. He runs and places a mirror in front of me. My face has become swollen. Fat checks and a double chin have replaced my chiseled face.  I become super focused and panicked as the rest of my body changes in front of me. My muscular pecks grow into two juicy moobs. My powerfully arms and legs get weighed down with globs of fat. My pelvic area begins to grow a fat pad. Drastically shrinking the size of my package. Finally my abs disappears as my gut juts out. Sticking far past my new moobs. It continues to grow; finally stopping at the half point of my newly thicken thighs. I’m left in shock, as tears fill my eyes.

“Let’s see.’ Eric says in amusement. “With the amount of weight I transferred and with your original weight, you should be about 380 pounds.” He chuckles and gives my belly a nice pat. It jiggles and ripples through out my body. I turn to look at him. His fit, toned, skinny body turns me on even more, now that I am covered in fat. “You are going to hate being fat. But, getting fatter and me playing with your fat will give you the most pleasure you have ever experienced.” He looks at me and just smiles, waiting for something.  “Oh … and you can speak now.” He says mockingly.

“I hate you! You ruined me. What the fuck am I going to do now?” I let out between sobs

“Don’t worry I’m not cruel” He laughs as he scoops my tit with his hands. I let out a pleasure-filled gasp. Eric smiles “You’ll be my servant, with some … benefits. Met me in the bedroom in five minutes. I needs to take a load out. You can think of this as a sample of the awards you’ll get for being obedient. Then afterwards we will go to the gay bar. Standing next to a fat ass like you, I’ll look even more attractive to any guy looking to bang the night away. However, you do make a good bear. Too bad you’re going to refuse any offers since you only want me to make you happy.”

I watch as Eric walks into my … probably now his bed room. I hate him.  But there is no use in telling him. I feel gross with my fat folds sitting on top of each other. My confidence is gone. Five minutes past and I struggle to get my fat ass up. I begin walking into the room, as my new fat jiggles. Making me hard. I don’t want to go in, but I need him to relieve this pressure. He is insanely attractive now. The small toned body riding my fat ass. Making body jiggle. And, that new confidence makes him even more irresistible. I don’t like him, but if he already did this to me, then I don’t want to risk him getting mad at me and doing something worse. I want him to be happy. He is my life now. He is perfect. I hope someday he will like me.

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A Recipe for Rekindling Love

Tyler and Ryan were a matched made in heaven. From the outside they had a perfect relationship. It was one of those relationships that make you incredible jealous. And, in fact it was a perfect relationship, at least until these last couple of years.

Tyler and Ryan met in high school and were the ultimate power couple. Tyler was a wrestler and Ryan a football player. They would spend their time together hanging out, working out, and playing video games. Where ever one went the other would sure be there.  Everyone thought they were the best examples of friendship, if only they knew. It was during the day of their graduation when the truth was let out. Tyler lead Ryan back to the locker room.

“This is where we first met. Where I feel in love with. Through the sea of hot bodies that filled this room, I fell in love with you Ryan. All the times we spent here after hours. The love and magic are bodies made. I got to know you and you me. I know we are young and right now we are not in a situation to come out, but I want make a promise. I will always love you and when we are ready will you marry me?”

Ryan was shocked but he felt the same way, “Yes, I will always be here for you … I love you, too.” He lean in and began kissing Tyler. Both of them getting in to it. They started making out, embracing both of their powerful bodies. They used their hands to feel every muscled curve of each other’s body. With swift sexual motions they help each other remove their clothes.

However, a group of jocks walked in and caught them in the act, and truth spread out like wild fire. Through the halls of the school. In the whispering done in the seats of the graduating class. The conversation and gossip filled social media. When each boy returned home, they realized their parents knew. Arguing happened; The boys tried to explain, but their words would not be able to penetrate the deeply religious minds of their parents. They were told to leave their houses, as soon as possible

A year passed and both boys had to grow up fast. They became men. Being disowned they couldn’t go to college and live the lives they wanted, it would be put on hold. For a couple of months they were homeless, but over time they found jobs and got on their feet. Ryan found a job at a fast food restaurant right by their soon to be new apartment. While, Tyler ended up find a well-paying construction job, one that could support both him and Tyler. So, he pressured Ryan to go back to school doing something with his life. To get their lives back on track. When Ryan became successful, it would be Tyler’s turn to better his life.

Once Ryan finished college, the problems started. Ryan was having a hard time finding a better job. All this education and he still worked at the fast food restaurant. Tyler grew angry. He felt like Ryan had wasted so much of his time. He was doing nothing with his life. And it showed in their bodies. They years of construction has turned Tyler’s body into a sculpted god, but Ryan’s college life/ part time job left no room to work out. He began to gain weight and become fatter. Fat covering every inch of his body. Now that he was done with school, the weight gained seemed to be worst. Everyday Tyler would come home to Ryan doing nothing. However, Ryan always argued about how starting up a business is hard and sooner or later it was going to lift off. But, the resentment of Tyler and guilt from Ryan began to taint their relationship. Love had left Tylers’ eyes and he saw Ryan in a new light. The only thing Ryan seemed useful for was cooking and eating. Ryan was fat and disgusting. Sex began to feel like a chore. Tyler missed when they were still young and their two fit powerful bodies would unite with passion.

“You’re not happy Tyler” he told himself. “You got to just break up with him; it’s not worth it. Yes you spent so much time with Him, but sometimes things don’t work out. Besides he’s fat a disgusting now. We just out grew each other. Well he out grew you.” He laughed in front of the mirror. “FUCK!! Why can’t I just break up with him?”

Ryan heard everything. He was in shock. Yes they had their problems, but what relationship didn’t. Ryan didn’t think it was already this bad. He let some time past, while thoughts raced in his mind. He laid their pretending to still be asleep. Tyler walk out on his way to go to work, he looked at Ryan and sighed. As soon as Tyler left,  Ryan broke down crying. For the first time feeling how fat he truly has become. His moobs and rolls of fat squishing each other as he sat up in bed.

I couldn’t stand it anymore. Let’s just say I love love. And Thomas and Ryan were perfect for each other. Someone just had to reignite the flame.  And, that someone was going to be me.

Time passed and Ryan did not leave the room, until he started smelling food coming from the kitchen. He fell into a trance and followed it. His belly and moobs shaking with each step. Laid out in the kitchen, was a set of pots and ingredients. Nothing was cooking, but Ryan felt the need  to cook what he was smelling.  With each chop and stir, Ryan’s body was transforming. Fat was melting of him, as now a strong muscled man was standing in the kitchen cooking under a trance. Each motion causing a group of muscles to flex and then relax. His body was an instrument of muscles.

On the flip side, Tyler came home. He was greeted by his shirtless boyfriend, his abs on full display. Something was not right, but Tyler couldn’t focus, as the smell of the food entranced his mind. All he could think about was how much he loved Ryan. All the good times they had … and how hungry he was.  Every spoonful started changing Tyler’s body. His hard earned body started to get cover in fat. His belly started sticking over his lap straining his sweat shirt.

Tyler’s mind snapped revealing his belly, as he started to laugh hysterically. “You took my body!”

“I didn’t mean to, I don’t really know how this happened.” Ryan responded.

Standing there Ryan didn’t care how big Thomas was now. He actually liked Tyler’s new body. He looked cute, soft, and squishy.  He came over to Tyler, “I still love you and I always will.” He kissed Tyler and a flame ignited deep in their hearts. Tylers hands felt  their way across Ryan now rock hard  body. Feeling the power in his movements. Ryan enjoyed the padding and squishiness that Tyler’s body now offered. With his strength, Ryan got Tyler to bend over. Unleashing his new powerful cock up Tyler’s thick ass. Each thrust reminded them of their  love; all the good times they had.

Over the next few days their lives changed. Ryan’s online business picked up; let just say I help with the advertising. And with his new body he had the energy and drive to keep up with demands. Tyler went back to work. His co-workers were surprised by how fat he got. Their minds couldn’t comprehend the magic the occurred, so new memories flooded their mind. To them, Tyler was slowly getting fat over time. They just finally realized it. Now, he was too big to fit in the spaces he need to, he didn’t have the same stamina, and he was creating safety hazards. But, the team didn’t want to leave their man behind. As a group they decided that Tyler’s ten years of working for the company should be rewarded with a promotion. Now he is the fat stereotypical supervisor spotted at every construction site.

Their live were different, but they are happier than ever and they love every part of each other. Ryan cooks for his big man and they enjoy new adventurous sex life. They were meant for each other; they just had to get over some bumps in the road.

Please continue the buddy swap story or make more like it 😂 it is literally so good!!

Don't worry, Buddy Swap is not over yet.

Buddyswap is an amazing series, you did it so good and that twist was absolutely great! Hope to see more of you soon

Thank you! I'm glad you liked it.

And, I do have more stories planned. I just have to write them lol

Monkey Business: Part 1 of 3

(Hello! Before you start reading I would like to shout out @outkast1728 here on tumblr. He has recommend and inspired me to write this series. This whole animalistic transformation is out of my writing comfort zone but hopefully I don’t disappoint)

I fuckin love myself! Ever since I changed, this is all I can fuckin think about, Bros. My strong arms and furry muscled bod, it’s such a fuckin change from my sad ass past life. And, I have to tell you all a fuckin about it. After all, with being this perfect, it would be an injustice to hide myself from the fuckin world.

Damn, I guess I’ll start from the beginning, Bros. The night I came into fuckin existence. I was Lewis. And he was a pathetically sad human being. From a young ass age he was totally alone, with no family. He had to fend for his fuckin self, living mostly on scraps. This is why he made it his damn goal to have a successful career and find love. By the age 24, he busted his ass into a successful career, but he still had fuckin problems. His harsh youth had stunted him, he didn’t have the love or resources for his bod to gain the nourishment it needed to receive the full effects of puberty. He was short and his muscle structure weak. His pathetic bod would never fully be able to build muscle, no matter how fuckin hard he tried. The one thing he did have was a fast metabolism, which would have left him stick thin if it wasn’t for his shit, I need to eat anything to survive, diet.

That night, Lewis came home fuckin defeated. His asshole of a date, from work, stood him up. – Damn just remembering all this, I feel sorry for this kid – He hated himself and his life.  He felt like shit, like he could never be loved. The one thing he did love was scrolling through the net looking at pictures of hot dudes. Imagining what it would be like to live their fuckin lives. He was in the middle of reading one of his swap stories, when a message alert popped on his screen.

“What if I told you that body swap stories are real?” The anonymous user posted. At this point Lewis didn’t know his fuckin life was going to change forever.  

Being in a lustful state from all the hot pictures he browsed, Lewis decided to play along, something he wouldn’t normally do. “I would absolutely love it.” Damn Lewis sounded like such a pussy.

“Will you let me change you into anything of my choice?”  The poster typed back instantly.

Believing it was role-play; Lewis excited to see what this user would turn into. “Yes … along as I’m hot” Hahaha ... was such a fuckin beta.

All of a fuckin sudden the screen turned into a fucking hypnotic spiral and started to suck the consciousness out of Lewis. Words started to flash on the screen. You no longer exist, you are my blank slate. You will be what I want you to be. That is when I was born. I had Lewis’ memories, but they weren’t mine. I didn’t know who I was or how to think. In the fuckin confusion, I was drawn to a vocal countdown coming from my computer. 5…4…3 it was a dude’s voice … 2 … 1. Wake Up! “How do you feel?” The voice said.

“I feel good … but I’m confused.” I respond still corrupted by Lewis’ pussy ass personality.

“Don’t worry we are not done yet, I wanted you to be awake to feel this experience.” He said before he continued to talk. “You like monkeys don’t you?”

A wave of thought pulsed through my mind, “Yeah they are my favorite animals.” I answered.“Interesting. I wonder if it’s because you look like one.” As he said that, a strange sensation filled my bod. It was like thousands of pins where beginning to stab their fuckin way out.” I looked as hair started to cover my once hairless bod, what fat I had melted away. While the hair fuckin grew and expanded its way through my bod, the voice spoke again “Wait aren’t you part monkey.” Pressure started to build at the base of my spine. The hair grew and became more fuckin fur-like; the only truly hairless parts of my bod were the base of my feet, palms of my hands, and upper part of my face. Fuck! The pleasure was unbelievable. My bod’s features becoming a mixture of human and monkey; I realized something behind me moved. It quickly wrapped around my arms and squeezed my weak ass bicep, making me jump. Then it quickly jumped off and the wrapped around my now flat ass stomach. I looked down to see this thick long hairy monkey tail. In just seconds, I gained control of it, making it rub against my bod. “You look sexy” the voice says. “It must be hard to control that monkey energy. That need to be the alpha, you must love showing your body off.”

My bod started to pulsate. Every pulse increasing my size. Filling my muscles with power. I am fucking hot. I’m perfect. My tails and hands rub my now beefy and muscled body. “Hello Logan, I’m Morphmaster. I chose you to fulfill my plans. But those can wait for now. First go live, and experience your new body.”

The screen goes black. I was left alone with my bod, as pheromones filled the room. The dank ass smell my bod gave off pumped me with energy. It made me fucking restless. I got to move. I got to fuckin work out. My new beefy ass bod needed to be used. I ran to the mirror to look at my bod in all its glory. My hot ass manly face looked back in a mixture of shock and pride. There was no one that could rival me.  

Shit, Bro I gotta fucking stop writing here for now. This is fuckin turning me on. I gotta go to work out and then see which wannabe gym alpha is going to receive my hybrid seed.

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Monkey Business: Part 3 of 3

Fuck! I just realized I haven’t showed you my face. I have been teasing you all these time, with my fucking furry and sexy bod.

We’ll there it is. The fuckin picture of a real man. My bod has gone through a lot of fuckin changes and it all has been for the better. The gym workouts have layered my body with a set of powerful muscles. My new wardrobe, shirtless and in shorts, have caused the sun to tan my skin in a beautiful tint. And, the fur that covers every inch in my bod collect both the sweat and pheromones my body produces; creating an intense musk. And, this musk …plays an important part in why I was created.  

When I came back from my time with Enrique, Morphmaster, was waiting for me online, and he explained everything to me. He is a shifter that has the ability to turn people into hybrids. And, I was chosen through pure dumb luck. I was in the right place at the right time. Being his creation, my purpose in life was to create more of my kind. Infecting people with my seed and musk. Corrupt their genetic code, and make them into monkey men. 

I was left dumbfounded. The human part of me didn’t want to do this. I love Enrique; I didn’t want to fuckin cheat on him. And, I already have fucked multiple men, in the past. None of them have turned. How would I even accomplish this goal?

I spent the next few months ignoring what Morphmaster had said. In this time, my relationship with Enrique had grown. We moved in together. We fuck every day … three times a day. I loved when I would wake up to find Enrique out on the Balcony. His ass out on display in his tight underwear.  His skin glowing in the morning sun. It always got me in the mood for our morning bang. Our muscular bodies uniting. Our strong arms embracing each other. Our hands exploring every inch our bods had to offer. His hairless bod rubbing against my fur. The power of our bods being felt through every movement. Our motions start of slow and filled with love. With each thrust the passion increases, as does the speed. Our bodies going through a rollercoaster ride of sexual passion.

Then something started going wrong. Everything was routine. Don’t get me wrong I love Enrique and my life, but something was missing. I was working out one day, when a guy came up to me. “Fuck! When did we start letting apes in. Disgusting! Why work out, you can’t even see the muscles covered by that body hair.” He spent my work out session insulting me, fueling my workout with anger. He followed me into the locker room and I had enough. I grabbed his head and rubbed it against my chest, instinctually. The musk from my work out affecting his mind. He became high and focused on sex. He stripped ready for me to take him. And, I did. With anger in my eyes, I destroyed his ass. Each thrust giving me a pleasure I never felt before. This experience was not filled with love, like before; my body raged with a different frequency of energy. My seed explode in him, as I start to notice his body changing.  Becoming big and fury.

And this has been my life since then. I love my life with Enrique, but I get a high from fucking and turning assholes into creatures like me. I hope Enrique never finds out, or I might have to change him. He might think I’m cheating, but it’s my nature. Changing him may be the only way to get him to understand why I have to do the things I do. I don’t want to change him, but it might be the only way we can stay together.

(He is the picture from @outkast1728 that helped inspire this series.)

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