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Primal Instincts: Men are Dogs
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Gwen could smell the cigarette smoke wafting from one of the apartment windows as she jogged along the street. She always hated this part of the walk because there was usually someone sitting outside on their apartment balcony and she felt "watched." Gwen was in her mid-twenties, just out of college, but single. She worked downtown at a bank and wore fashionable work clothes, but today on her run she wore simple athletic gear. She had an attractive body, lean and fit, and she hoped to keep it that way. It was on this street in particular that she could feel people "watch" her as she ran and it was unsettling. Today, her cell-phone rang, which threw off her running music, so she stopped to check her phone and get the music going again.
When she stopped, she could smell the cigarette smoke even stronger and felt eyes watching her from above. She glanced up and saw a thirty-something guy leaning over the railing and looking at her. She broke eye contact and paced a few steps, but still felt watched. He heard the man clear his throat and spit.
"Lookin' fine, girl! Don' stop now! Keep on'a runnin' " said the guy with a laugh.
She ignored him and tried to get her phone to start her running mix again. While she fussed with her phone, her water bottle slipped and fell onto the sidewalk. She could feel the man's pervert eyes watching her as she reached down to pick it up.
The man let out a loud whistle, "Nice ass! Come by later and I'll help you keep it in shape!"
She had been cat-called before, but this guy was starting to cross a line. Earlier that week, a friend had told her to download an app called "Men Are Dogs." It was supposedly some way to report incidents of guys acting like jerks or "dogs" so other girls could look them up and feel safer. Her friend had thought it was funny to see what kind of guys made it into the database, but Gwen never thought she would actually have to use it.
In a second, she grabbed her phone, opened up the app, and turned to the guy in the balcony.
"You want a picture! I'll give you more than a picture," he shouted as he grabbed his crotch and gestured vulgarly.
This was the first time she actually had a chance to look at this creep of a guy. He was wearing torn jeans and a white sleeveless t-shirt. He was a broad shouldered guy with a big build, but had a beer gut and flabby arms. He looked pretty strong, but not really in shape. His light blonde hair was cropped tight, almost shaved and he had a tattoo on his shoulder. He threw his cigarette in the bushes and licked his lips and thrust towards her again, laughing.
Her phone snapped a picture and within a few seconds the message read "Strike Three," which must have meant this guy had been reported by two other users. The next screen said "Teach this dog a lesson? Yes or No." She wasn't sure what this actually meant, but the guy was being a real dickhead, so she chose "yes."
The screen buffered with the message "Dog in Training," which had a picture of a muscular man wearing a dog collar and panting stupidly. She looked up and saw the man on the balcony look like he was choking and fall to his knees. She ran closer, hoping it wasn't all some stupid act. He was pawing at something at his neck, which Gwen realized was a leather collar. He made a few choking sounds and then looked at her and stuck his tongue out stupidly. Suddenly, his body started to shape shift into a compact, muscular dog. She saw a leash attached to the collar and the dog pleaded softly and looked up at her.
Her phone vibrated and she read the message, "Say hello to Kurt." She grabbed the leash, not sure what do with this man that she had watched transform into a dog. She was happy that he had stopped harassing her, but thought this was maybe an extreme reaction. The phone continued by asking "Bring Home or Bring to Pound?" She chose "bring home," but just wanted to get out of there before anyone one noticed. Kurt trotted in front on his leash while she finished her run.
As soon as she got home, she texted Amanda, the friend that had shown her the phone app. "No way!" was Amanda's reaction, "send a pic." Gwen snapped a picture of Kurt and sent it. "I'm coming over," Amanda replied.
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"Oh my god!" Amanda squealed when Gwen explained what had happened. "He's so cute," she said as she pet Kurt on the back while he panted and barked.
"Well, he was saying all this stupid shit, and I just thought I'd take a picture and leave ... but it turned him into this dog ... and now I don't know how to turn him back!" Gwen stammered. "I don't want a dog!"
"But Gwen, look at him," Amanda said as she continued to pet Kurt's head.
"I don't want a dog! Especially one that was some sicko guy from the street!"
Gwen's phone suddenly vibrated again and she pulled up the app. She saw a picture of Kurt before he was a dog and the words "Teach your dog a new trick? Yes or No."
"What should I do," Gwen said in frustration. Amanda grabbed the phone and chose "yes." Kurt whimpered a little and then rolled over on his back. In a few minutes, his dog body had transformed back into the original Kurt, but he stayed motionless on the floor. Thankfully, his clothes had reappeared so they didn't have to see a nude guy "appear" on the living room floor.
"Woah," said Amanda. "So you're not kidding!"
"Of course not!" shouted Gwen. "This is him!"
"Give a command," prompted the phone and Amanda selected "Roll over." Kurt obediently rolled onto his belly. "Stand up," and Kurt stood up. "Try your own," read the phone. "Take off your shirt and flex," shouted Amanda. "Amanda! Stop it!" Gwen tried to say, but Kurt obeyed by taking off his white t-shirt and flexed his muscles. While Amanda gawked about controlling Kurt, Gwen saw her pile of unfolded laundry and had an idea for a command. "Kurt, fold my laundry." Dutifully, he walked over and started folding clothes. "Nice one," Amanda replied. "You've got a live-in butler!"
While Kurt folded clothes, the phone popped up another message. "See grooming options." Amanda and Gwen fiddled with the sliding bars, one for muscle, hair, height, etc., but they couldn't decide so they selected "Suggested grooming." They watched Kurt transform again, this time into a muscular young man with ripped abs, a tight ass with a thin waist. Long legs and arms with lean muscle, broad shoulders and sucked in stomach. His hairy belly and back were smooth, like he was properly groomed. Even his smile and eyes looked more attractive.
"Good lord!" said Amanda. "Take off your pants, Kurt!" and he obeyed. "No, like in a strip show!" Kurt walked over to her and started grinding while slowly unbuttoning his jeans. He had on a pair of tight underwear which showed his massive cock. But Gwen choose, "Kennel" on the app and Kurt stopped, curled up on the living room floor and within a minute was back to dog form.
"Oh come on!" said Amanda. "It was just getting fun."
"It's late, Amanda," said Gwen. "And I have to work. Plus, I just want to go to bed and figure out what to do about this in the morning."
"Fine," said Amanda as she headed towards the door. "But invite me over so I can play with your 'dog' once and awhile."
"Haha," replied Gwen drolly.
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At 6:00 AM, Gwen heard scratching at her door. "What the?" she said as she staggered. She opened the door and saw Kurt scratching his paws to get her attention.
"Do you have to go outside," she asked and she knew the answer was yes. She grabbed the leash and walked him outside to take a piss on the lawn. She changed into her running gear and thought maybe she could take Kurt running with her.
After the run she started getting ready for work and took a quick shower. She stepped out wearing only her towel and screamed when she saw a man standing in the kitchen. But she realized it was only Kurt, who was busy cooking breakfast. He was wearing only his underwear and was the muscular version of himself from last night.
"What are you doing?" asked Gwen, as if talking to a pet. She was startled when he answered, "Making breakfast for you."
"Wait, you can talk?"
"Of course I can talk!"
The whole time since taking Kurt home, she hadn't heard him speak a word. Also, she noticed that even though she was only wrapped in a towel, Kurt was making perfect eye contact with her, not looking at her body or barely covered breasts, just right into her eyes. She felt a little sad for him, but also a sort of "puppy love" at how cute he was making breakfast for her. She finished changing, ate breakfast, and headed towards the door.
"Kurt, I'll be back around 5. Just don't mess anything them and keep clean, okay. Make yourself lunch."
"Have a good day, Gwen," Kurt answered with excitement as she closed and locked the door.
--
When Gwen opened the door to her house she didn't know what to expect. Would Kurt still be there? Would he be a dog-dog or a man-dog? Would he have run away? Would she keep him? What about Kurt's friends and family?
"Kurt, I'm home," Gwen called out. She heard the shower turn off and Kurt ran towards her, this time completely naked.
"Hi Gwen!" he said enthusiastically. She saw that Kurt's massive cock was swaying, half-erect. "Wanna get some exercise?" said Gwen.
"Yes, of course!" answered Kurt, who loved running. He ran to get the leash and held it out to her.
"Not that type of exercise," said Gwen as she led him towards the bedroom. "You're going to fuck me until I tell you to stop, okay!"
"Okay," he said, hopping up on the bed.
"And you're not going to talk until I tell you," she said. Kurt nodded.
"And go slow. You need to be more man and less dog right now," she added as she dropped her work skirt to the ground and pulled off her blouse.
After there love-making -- the best Gwen had ever had! -- Gwen had a notification on her phone. "Training Complete. All Men Are Dogs!"
She looked over at the muscular man-dog lying in bed next to her, looked at his smooth chest, thin waist, and tight ass, and put down the phone, fully determined to adopt this stray and keep him well-trained.
600 F@#KING FOLLOWERS!?
When I set out to test the water and post some of my stories. I never EVER expected that in less than a year, Id have patron suppoters, be working towards my weight goals as a gainer and see SO MUCH amazing support.
I cant even begin to thank you all enough, so to celebrate ive written a 600 follower reaction from Gaz the genie who we all know really runs this account haha. So enjoy this one you total legends!
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Story:
GAZ AND 600
Pauls Wish
Gaz grinned, taking a long satisfied drag on a thick Joint and looking at the message on his phone screen. His Tumblr account had made more of an impact than he expected and had become surprising popular, considering what happened to the replies he answered but there it was in big bold Tumblr font. “Congratulations! You have 600 followers.”
“Well f@#k me, maybe they LIKE being abused for wishes, I certainly do-“ He paused to exhale a large green cloud, “-or they’re too f’kin dumb to know I’m the real deal” The thug genie looked back down at his phone, still grinning “Ya know, 600 is a lot…ah hell, next wish that comes in, I’m doing it to celebrate.” He took another long drag, the end of the joint lighting up red as the thick smoke billowed out. He didn’t have to wait long, clicking his thick neck and cracking his knuckles just before the phone buzzed into life again. “NEW ASK” appeared on the notifications bar. Gaz rest his head on his large fist and opened it.
“Paul099: I’m sick of my mates acting like they’re better than me. They’re taller, stronger, I cant even grow a beard, 24 and try to fit in, I wish I could just be whatever they wanted so they’d actually think I was cool like them” Gaz smiled “Sounds like we need a group intervention”
Meanwhile, Paul was home, he’d been slowly moving several huge pallets of bricks from the yard to the site out back all day and collapsed onto his sofa. Not even bothering to take off his orange work clothes, he’d gone straight to scrolling through his Tumblur. He’d drafted an Ask earlier in the day, to a certain account that claimed to know a Genie. He’d done it after yet another day of his supposed old mates taking the micky out of him. Staring at what he’d written, taking a deep breath, he hit send and closed it, feeling stupid almost straight away. “What am I doing…” he sighed, holding his head in his hands.
Suddenly, there was a bright green flash. Paul, shocked into action, uncovered his face only to painfully peer forwards, half blinded as 3 humanoid shapes formed from thick green smoke in the middle of the room. Two familiar, deep voices shouted out “The hell is goin’ on!” followed by a slightly younger but no less angry, “Mate, wot-I’ll kill ya!” Paul could only sit, slack jawed. Watching in horror as Frank, a heavy set 41 year old; also his industrial supervisor, and Grant, his old best mate turned ass hole as he grew taller, heavier and scarier, eventually leaving Paul behind until helping him get the job at the construction site. The strange scally thug in the middle of them, however, he didn’t recognize. Luckily he stepped forwards, wrapping large arms around both men.
“Fellas, sorry to drag you out like this lads” The thug shuffled them together stepping to one side. His voice sounded like he was from London, but had a rough, harsh under tone that somehow you knew, this was serious. Grant; shaved head, white vest, former best mate, stepped back “W-wait, where the fu#k am I-“ his eyes found Paul, he then looked around, recognizing it from visits many years ago “Paul?! Sh#t your place is still WELL boring”. Frank; shorter, rounder and just as bald but not by choice, chose to stand and catch his breath, rightly baffle. “Grant? Lad, what’s goin’ on, I was at home-“ The two took a moment to look around before the third thug spoke again “Im Gaz, a genie”
Pauls heart suddenly rose, was this what he’d wished for coming true? Was it possible he’d finally had one thing go his way? Gaz grinned as he took out a joint, lighting it with a small fire that appeared above his thumb. Grant watched “W-why do I believe you, that sounds like bullsh#t but-I believe ya” Gaz exhaled, the green smoke slowly gathering around them all. “Ain’t magic a time saver” and half laughed, taking another long drag before he continued. “Nah, I’ll be serious lads, Paul he wants to;, and I quote - I wish I could just be whatever they wanted so they’d actually think I was cool like them-“
Pauls heart sank again, was THAT what he’d said, he’d worded it badly and he knew it. He went to speak, but was shouted over by both men. “Jus’ be whatever THEY wanted?” Frank asked, head to one side like a confused bulldog. “Who’s THEY?” Grant laughed, finding the whole thing hilarious. Gaz raised his joint and pointed the red embers at them. “You two, his mates from work.” Paul made a second attempt to speak, leaning forwards “W-well I didn’t mean-“ but he was drowned out and ignored in seconds. “Us? What can we do for him, I stopped hanging out with this dweeb because I couldn’t do noffin’ for him haha!” Grant continued, huge hands slapping his tight chest like a gorilla. Gaz turned, finally facing Paul directly “He wished to let you two lads make him whateva’ ya thought was cool”. Frank scoffed this time, “All this kid goes on about is cartoons and games, I ain’t got noffin’ for that” Grant agreed “Yeah mate, without growing a foot and getting some balls-“ He grabbed his own sizeable package through his shorts to emphasize his point “-he aint gonna be to cool to me fam”
Gaz grinned, exhaling another cloud. “Lets start there then”
Paul didn’t have a chance to reply, let alone move or question what was going on. In a split second his body snapped, like he’d been electrified. His body got hot and he watched in horror as his bones cracked and his muscles flexed uncontrollably. Grant and Frank watched in a combination of shock and awe as at Paul’s first transformation. His clothes quickly became too small as his head shot upwards by a foot, his feet grew 2 sizes larger, making his size 9 shoes bulge outwards as parts tore open for the size 11 feet expanding inside! His orange jacket managed to hold around his shirt, JUST. Along with his trousers, that had risen from around his ancles to almost at his knees and tightl as a drum. He was still the same build, so looked more like a giant teenager in clothes that didn’t fit anymore than anything else. Paul gasped, going to try and stand before his balls lurched, it wasn’t over yet. He instinctively reached down to cup them as if he’d been kicked, but his eyes widened in surprise. His balls were…expanding?! Aching for release, full as he’d ever felt them, his already tight boxers inside his comicaly tight trousers were now out of room. But his balls grew by the second, pulsing larger, the size of eggs now, then golf balls, tennis balls, oranges-“RIP” they settled at oranges. His trousers didn’t show it, but underneath his boxers had torn down the front, allowing just enough space for Paul catch his breath. “The-The f@#k!”His voice was still his, slightly deeper, but not enough to notice.
Grant coughed, gasping in shock, or laughter, Paul couldn’t tell “F-F@#K! You look like a proper lad now man! What are ya 510” Gaz leaned in “6ft bang on” “Damn, just under my height! Need to eat some though ay, Frank you seeing this sh#t!” Frank was, he was just as shocked “So Gaz, Genie mate-“ he looked straight at him “-We say it, he has to be it? All because he sent you some wish?” Gaz nodded, saying nothing, taking another long drag on his joint. Grant almost jumped “Oh F yeah! I’m gonna ruin you old matey, none of this BS for you anymore ay shorty!” and he pushed Paul back onto his sofa. Grappling him around his head and rubbing his hair hard with his fist. “G-get off me!” Paul tried to fight back, but he was still shorter over all and no stronger, he was just as powerless as ever. “This isn’t- what I wished for- Get OFF me!” Paul shoved hard and managed to dislodge himself from Grants arm, who was still laughing and sat next to him on the sofa, towering over him like always. Gaz finally answered him, the joint still in his mouth so he was mumbling out one side “Actually, this is exactly what you wished for”
“Your turn Frank” Grant shouted like a giant, scary kid, eager to see what he could do to his former pal. “So I can say anything?” Frank asked, Gaz nodded again, followed by grant “I said grow a pair and check em out” he grabbed Paul’s two bulging nuts through his trousers and laughed as he lurched from the impact. “Kid is a smart ass…” he murmured to himself, scratching his stubble beard. Gaz listened intently as he spoke out loud. “…talkin to us like idiots, all cus’ he’s done university, try the uni of life mate” Grant couldn’t help but jump in “Say he don’t know anything outside the site, maybe he’ll start fu#king workin’ harder haha!” Gaz and Franks eyes met, Gaz shrugged. “A-Alright yeah-“ Frank began, slowly nodding to himself as he put the words together in his head. Grant turned, grinning with his thick arms crossed.
“You ever did uni, actually ya never did college, you been workin’ for me since ya was 15, all you know how to do is work the equipment I trained ya on”
Like a cold bath, Paul could feel the shock of being plunged backwards as his memories started to move around and blur in his head. College, his education, drinking with his current friends, gaming online and doing his art degree, all started to fade. Leaving behind once trace ideas that things weren’t always the way they wre now… in their place came a constant ever repeating cycle of work, sleep, repeat, he’d been too slow to do anything serious at school, he didn’t even get to 16 before he dropped out, his best mate Grant had gotten him a job with Frank while he had finished college himself and joined them a few years later. By then Paul had become pretty good on anything at the worksite, from the Diggers to the huge drills, but he was still slow and thick as they come, unable to get most jokes with being explained and honestly more of a laugh because of it. Paul rubbed his head mumbling “W-wot, I ain’t-this ain’t right-F@#K! Why ain’t-ma words doin wot I wants- I AIN’T DUMB F@#K!” Grant was ecstatic, watching paul struggle to fight off his new reality. “Gaz, genie mate” he began, talking fast an excitedly “-that changed the past right? C-can I do that? Like, if I say I remember it, does it happen to him?”
Gaz paused, scratching his armpit. “Yea dude, ” and he shrugged, taking out a lighting a second joint from his pocket. Grant was thinking hard, you could almost see his brain working, his evil smile back on his face “So if I say I remember that ol’paul here’s a drinker, and a smoker…er…” he hesitated, thinking his cruel new reality up as he want “…in fact he got me into smoking, and at school he started growing a beard well young init, puberty hit this f@#ker like a fork lift and got proper bullied and sh#t…but I was the only lad that looked out for him. Me and Paul are best mates init, if I said that, its true right?” He said, looking at Paul straight in the eyes as Gaz smile “Yup, you got it”
What few memories Paul had of being at his home, playing games and relaxing were starting to blur! Paul tried to hold onto them but he was struggling to keep up anymore, it was so hard to think and he didn’t know what was important anymore! His best mate Grant did all his thinking for him! Soon, the new reality slipped in, downing pints, night after night, with Grant and Frank after work, naked on the streets or watching football, always not sure what was going on and dumbly clapping along with them. In response Pauls gut expanded outwards, his skin darkened from years in the sun as a wife beaters tan was permently burned into his skin as it was all he ever wore now. A pressure built up inside, forcing up and down his spine. In one lond blast he burped and farted harder than he thought possible. “BURRRRRRRAPPP!” and at long last broke out of his shirt prison. His beer gut and solid tits spilt forwards as his whole frame fattened up at once. His trousers were ripping up the seams revealing wide thighs and stretch marks under his gaining belly. His Face exploded with hair, hark and thick but well kept, it hugged his chin and wrapped up to his ears. His chest popped up and his legs and arms widened and pushed outwards at angles, never able to sit flt against his sides again. He Yelped out “WHOAAAA BRO!” his voice now noticeably deeper and more raspy, as his legs crushed his orange sized balls and was forced to man spread to avoid any pain. His beard gained a brown tint from years of smoking as his final memories sank in of school. Bthe constant bullying, the fights he got into, his violent out burts and scaring other kids. His stubble and pubes, then his chest hair, he’d been taller, stronger, he stank more and the only friend he’d ever had, as a kid, teenager or now… was his bro Grant. He relied on him for everything, outside of work, he couldn’t even use his phone much without needng to call for help on what the email buttons were or what app he needed to use for porn videos. They’d even been locked up for a weekend when they’d gone to a football match and agreed if one of them got arrested the other would too. So when Grant beat up a bloke, Paul jumped in and started to deck people, which is when he’d gotten his nose broken. “OUCH!” He yelled agains as his nose snapped to one side, becoming bulbus and making his face suddenly much tougher looking. “B-BRO-w-Wot happenin’?” before Paul reached down to his table, finding an ash tray and packet of cigs, he quickly sparked up, dragging the foul taste but knowing that he must love it, it was fact now after all, he’d been a smoker for years.
“Oh wow, nice f@#kin’ job Grant ma lad” Frank said, standing back and nodding. “Little sh#ts been taught a lesson now ay!” Grant just laughed “Little? You seein’ this fatso!!” he slapped and grabbed Pauls rounded gut as he tried to pash him away. “Mate, I’m smokin init” Pauls voice was dumb, imposing and if he was a bouncer he’d probably fit right in now, not that he had that brains for that anymore. He slowly rose to his feet, standing like a hulk of his own, still shorter and younger but easily the heaviest of the three of them. He pushed a large hand into his trousers, adjusting his two huge, orange sized balls in their tight prison “Mate, we should like, go get some drinks, who’s place is dis then? BURRRRRRAP” Grant and Frank looked at each other, before Frank asked “Ain’t this your place?” Gaz walked over, slammin an arm over Pauls wide shoulders to steady him. “Nah, you changed all that, he couldn’t live here and afford it, could ya big guy” before he too grabbed Pauls gut to tease him.
“S@#t” Grant laughed, grabbing a free cigarette from Pauls pocket. “We better sort that init” he finished as he sparked up. Frank smiled now, having an idea “Well…what about on site? Cheap plus then I get the rent then, plus he ain’t gonna be needing internet or noffin’ fancy now ay” “Oh of those big blue office things? Yeah sounds perfect! WELL better than here, what about it Gaz?”
Gaz nodded and in another bright flash, the four of them were stood inside a spare Blue office at their building site. Paul could still feel something was wrong, even as the room spun and he saw his boss and best mate point as they introduced him to his new home, or was it his old home? Didn’t he always live here? Why couldn’t he think, his body was so hard to use and understand now, or had always been? Paul was lost in his thoughts when Grant grabbed him “Mate, check out ya house man”
Paul looked up. He was confronted by a dirty, cold, large white box. It had thin, caravan like walls, a single florescent light that made the room look both too bright in the middle and too dark at the ends and it smelt damp. Bolted and hinged to one wall was a set or chairs and table where the lads sometimes smoked when it was raining, that folded down into a bed. The light flickered off for a second before buzzing back into life.
“Dis is mine? B-but I-“ Paul looked dumbly at his new bed, clearly it was too thin, WAS this his home? Frank looked around, looking at the muddy floor “It’ll do, but we aint got a shower here” Gaz walked over, “I could fix that” lifting his hand, but Grant stopped him. A surprise for Gaz, who looked back at him as Grant let go and laughed “No need, mate, from what I remember dumb ass never used one, in fact he doesn’t shave or any of that, too girly for him aint that right bro!” He gripped around Pauls neck and went back to rubbing his fist into his head. Paul playful punched him back and wrapped an arm over him in return, bellowing back “Nah bro! None of that girly s@#t!” Gaz huffed with a smile, joint still I his mouth “Heh, fine by me” and clicked his fingers.
Paul felt this one, his body became warm, then hot, it wouldn’t stop. His whole body itched as he started to tear at his clothes. “SO HOT MAN!” He yanked with ease at his trousers and what was left of his shirt and shoes was stripped away to reveal the new man in all his glory. Hair everywhere, he’d never shaved, so memories of knowing how left his mind, he’d never wanted to and he knew a man didn’t shave or shower. His bro Grant taught him that when he was being bullied. His chest, neck, pits, shoulders, back, ass, crack, balls, cock shaft, legs, feet toes and hands were quickly covered in a coat of thick matted black hair. It was long and curly too, like pubes, his pits hung down by a few inches and merged seamlessly with his back and chest. Next his beard, it lost its shaved shape, in seconds it had grown a few inches in every direction. His chest began to mix and merge with it, his mouth disappeared entirely as it matted over. Just eating and talking would be a struggle for this oaf now.
Finally the smell. Grant jumped away from him “Oh s@#t hes wet man!” Grant was right of course, under grants arms his hair was getting darker, then it yellowed, as permanent sweat patches stained his fur and any clothes he ever wore again. Seconds later his neck did the same, his crotch went a step further. The hairs grew longer, hanging down from his gut over his boxers as they strained like bodybuilding shorts, now gaining a rim of damp from the waist down. Grant and Frank could see the hairs under the fabric, like a nappy it was filling out with furry padding from the inside. Paul moaned as the stink of BO hit him. It was thick, old, like a club bathroom or a gym sock soaked in cum. His memories changed again, he didn’t like clubbing anymore, whenever he went he had to wear normal clothes and they didn’t work for him. Hair stuck out everywhere and anything he wore had massive yellow sweat stains after an hour that would never wash out. People would laugh and he would get into fights, so he and Grant generally stayed in, always at Pauls Shack on the site, then Grant would go home to his normal house, leaving paul to wank, smoke and drink himself to sleep. The lads on site often joined his drinking, they’d play jokes where they locked him outside or in the van because he farted. Once, he and Grant had gotten a taxi but the Turkish guy had kicked Paul out half way because he was making a puddle of sweat on his sweats. Again it had almost boiled into a fight that he was damn lucky Grant had been there to pay the guy and control him. Grant carried on of course, it wasn’t HIS fault Paul stank so bad, and had to get Frank to get him from the side of the road and hour late, but he was so drunk he fell asleep, pissed himself and had to ride in the back of Franks pick up truck like an animal back to the site before he and Grant had just continued drinking.
“Woah, b-bro you are a f@#kin’ ANIMAL dude! Legend!” Grant said almost going in for a man hug from his new hulk of a best friend. His own memories altered along with Franks, both had only vague ideas of their old states of reality along with Pauls. Gaz nodded as Paul grunted and scratched his bulging boxers lazily and a long wet fart escaped his wet hairy crack he laughed and reached out to punch Grant “You’s such a dick’head G” He said almost casually, a new masculine body and brain now fully taken over from the trapped Paul within. Grant grinned and punched Paul back “Naw P yous the f@#kin c@#t innit mush!” and the two seemed to have a brief punching match, playfully Paul grabbed his head and tried to push it into his pit but his dumb slow reactions made it easy for Grant to twist and escape, but not before getting damp with streaks of Pauls sweat that left wet patches on his back and shoulders. It stank as much as paul didand slung to his nostrils. Memories flodded both of their minds of the many times this has happened before, from school right though now, and every time Paul felt ashamed of his bute body and he acted, behaved and felt like a damned ape man. Only cool in the eys of his work mates and no one else. Grant continued, shaking some of sweat off his hand. “Awe?! F-F@#ks sake man! You’s a pig mate-but damn you’s a funny c@#t! Lets get ya some clothes ya big dofus” And Grant grabbed some old worksite suits hanging up one aa peg. All spares, old, used, all yellow, orange or black, onesie like high vis suits. One just fit around his mid section and with nothing under it but his thick fur, Grant helped him reach around to parts Paul couldn’t access anymore to zip him into it.
Frank and Grant admired their handy work. They’d made their posh idiot mate into a real lad, a trooper nd a tank at work. Bullied for being too much man for many to handle, him and their mates were the only guys who could stand him, and embraced his own violent bruteish nature to get s@#t done at work. No one messed with Paul, he could work any piece of machinery and when anyone had issues, Grant would make sure his brute of a mate Paul was there to back him up.
Gaz smiled “Looks like you guys are all set” as he took a final long drag on his joint. He looked over at Paul “You got what ya wished for then, now ya as cool as ya like for ya mates. Aint that right lads?!” “Awe hell yeah!“ Grant grinned back “Mate, you’re the best, me an’ Paul are gonna have such a f@#kin’ laugh! Init right dumb ass!” Paul grunted back through his beard as he scratched his gut. “You’s iz dumbass G” Gaz grinned back, and using his thumb to light up another thick joint he snapped his fingers, and vanished. Both Grant and Frank began to chat and jeer at their new companion. Paul was a new man, a hulk who from now on, lived in a shack as a stinking construction freak. Just like he wished for.
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The Circus
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It had been a serious night of partying for the gang. Celebrating Connors 21st was always going to be a huge deal for them. They’d been saving for a few months and had wasted no time with pre drinking at their flat before they even set foot into the carnival. It had been on their calendar for some time, posters had appeared weeks ago and being Connors birthday, it seemed like a no brainer that they all get drunk and go.
Now, several hours of shouting and making scenes throughout the small park. The three of them we blind drunk, and looking for their next ride. Connor, holding an empty plastic glass, threw it at a near by beer stand. “Bruv, gimme another one!” as he took out some cash and shoved towards him. The man half smiled as some other customers backed off slightly “Course, just let me serve these people first, then ill get to you” But the other two members of his little gang had other ideas. “Na, he’s a birthday boy so you do it alright!” The barman sighed as the man and woman he was serving both gestured to carry on, sympathizing. The barman turned “Ok then lads, beer comin up” as he grabbed the cans and plastic cups. “Anything else I can-“ “Yeah mate, fucking do one haha!” as They grabbed the beers and turned away, Zac holding his finger up, the barman looking equally angry and disgusted by them as they disappeared out of sight laughing like animals.
“Dude!” Rick began “Why’d ya gotta be such an animal!” as Connor continued to swig his beer. “Can’t help it if I’m the bigger man bruv!” and they bro fisted, loudly shouting as the approached a much darker looking building. “Oh my god lads-“ they all stopped, looking up at the unlit façade. FREAK SHOW was written in bulbs, all turned off. It was partly unpainted, the doors weren’t even on yet. Rick walked over to a fence and read out the sign pinned to it “FREAK SHOW is still looking for staff. Please come back soon” Connor punched the fence “For fu#ks sake!” before he noticed the large tents and cages behind the half finished building. A grin began to spread across his fresh 21 year old face. “How bout we have a look bros?” Rick and Zac both exchanged drunk glance “Won’t they just -hic- throw us out?” But Connor stood up straight and tapped the sign. “Says they need staff, can just blag it! Say we came to have a look at the job innit!” Connor always had a way with convincing the gang and in another few seconds of drunk nodding they were all in agreement. The three blokes walked slowly for the large wooden door, acting casual as they leaned against the front bellow the large unlit letters above. “Looks clear lads” Connor whispered laughing to himself. They all checked one by one, peering right and left for anyone who might see them before dashing inside under the wooden sign. ‘YOU ARE NOW ENTERING – THE FREAK SHOW!’
They found themselves inside a large tent, with one side joined to the buildings façade. There was a half build walkway that lead deeper. Its tall wooden walls painted with monsters and jungles made it hard to see far. “Oh damn it’s dark dude” Rick said under his breath as he bumped into Zac. Ahead, Connor had grabbed his phone and was using it to look around. “Woah” he gasped, pushing his grinning face into gaps and openings. The show was lined with cages and chains, they all seemed empty though as Connor pushed open a large cage door. It squeaked loudly as it swung open. Revealing the large space inside. Connor wasted no time walking inside reaching up. “Cant even reach the roof. What they got in here an elephant?” Rick and Zac stood by the large steel bars looking in as Connor paced the space. It was at least 10ft by 10ft box of steel bars and had a car tyer hanging from the celling.
Zac stepped forwards, rattling one of the solid steel bars from the outside “No idea, but I doubt they’ll find anything legally. This looks like a bear cage or sommit” Suddenly there was a loud squeak from the hinges and a crash of metal against metal as the huge gate swung back and slammed into position. The lock made a solid sounding ‘clunk’ as it hit. “What the-?!” Connor shouted, running back to the door and pulling. “Oh sh#t-it won’t open!” Zac and Rick both lept to the cage door and pulled hard. “It’s not budging!” Zac strained as a tough voice laughed at them from the dark. “Oh this is too perfect”
A bulky man, in a white vest and braces that seemed to be straining against his huge chest and broad shoulders, stepped out from the dark. He crossed his bulging arms and stood imposingly across from them. He had a rough face, a nose that looked like it had been broken once, and smiled at them. He didn’t look like he was a guy you wanted to piss off. “Er, sorry mate we just-hic-came to have a look about the jobs innit” Connor lied as Rick and Zac stood either side. The man pulled out a large joint and sparked it. “Job ay? Well I see you chose your position” tapping the steel bars and taking a long drag, then blowing it in his direction. The smoke began slowly swirling around him like it had a life of its own. “Yeah-just got lost heh- so er- you got the key?” Rick asked as the man laughed again standing upright. “I’m Gaz. I own this place. Been looking for some new workers, glad your three turned up when ya did” In one smooth action slid between Rick and Zac and threw his huge, heavy arms over their shoulders. Holding them close like a school bully, easily twice their size. “So what’s the plan lads? Make yaselves more a nuisance? Give more of my staff crap? Or maybe its breaking and entering?!” Rick and Zac’s faces drained, this guy was the owner? And he seemed to know about their night so far. Connor felt weird, coughing as more of the green smoke seemed to be getting in his lungs and eyes as he pleaded “Na for real-we just came in here -COUGH- This is kidnapping dude!” Zac tried to pull away but Gaz held them both him and Rick firmly in place. Biceps pressing against him. “Now now, You won’t wanna miss this” Connor meanwhile was breathing hard, his body was hot and sweat patches were appearing on his neck and pits as he backed away from the bars.
Rick gasped confused “W-what’s happening to him?!” Gaz smirked “I’ve decided to give you all jobs after all. Starting with ya Birthday boy here.” He leant over, speaking to Rick directly. “He WAS in the cage after all”
Connor finally fell forwards, clutching his chest as his shirt felt impossibly tight. It was almost soaked, he looked like he’d been in a gym all day and stank just as badly. “Arugh-this-this is insane!” Connor shouted through gritted teeth from the floor as his shirt started to tear along his back. Revealing a thin strip of slightly thicker, slightly darker skin bristling with tiny hairs. Zac and Rick watched in horror as their best friend kept growing. Soon his shirt bust open, showing off a large chest covered with thick black hairs that soon met the ones on his back. He was quickly carpeted and the black hairs started to look damp as sweat started to gather and soak into it.
He ran his huge fingers through the fur, it was thick, so wet with man sweat and stink it came away on his fingers. Gasping as his ass finally ripped a hole in his jeans, trying to keep up with his whole body’s steady expansion. The hole itself showed a thick meaty crack so covered in hair you couldn’t see it for stink and fur that was only getting thicker as it spread across his body.
“GRRRRAH! M-Make It Stop DUude! I’m SorrY!” as he felt the hairs spread up his neck, joining with a huge beard and sideburns to his head. Completing the single carpet of fur that linked around his wide pecs, belly, ass and legs. All slowly growing wider, bulkier and nastier by the second. His pecs were rounding out, nipples huge but soon even they were matted under his fur. His pits had gained special attention, for some reason the hair was longer and his larger frame stopped him from being able to close them. The stink wafted out with the hairs, the gap only getting larger as his gut, pecs and biceps grew.
Gaz laughed n reply to Connors remark, still smoking “Oh ok, so either of you two wanna take his place?“ Rick and Zac straight away shook their heads "N-Na mate, please” as Connor growled angrily. “You FUckerS!” His back cracked as what was left of his shirt, trousers and shoes tore off his expanding frame. His feet were now wider than bin lids and covered in thick black hairs longer than old head hair. “GuuAAHAH!” He boomed as he fell backwards, loosing his balance, landing flat on his ass in the tattered remains of his clothes. “OWWW! MA BAALLS-OOK!” He yelped as his huge legs twitched from the pain of nearly crushing the two bean bag sized nuts. Legs now spread apart wide by his huge rounded ball gut and a bulge so massive his boxers looked like an old hulk comic he finally stopped for breath. Sweat rolling off his entire body, like an anima he was covered hair from head to toe that looked like pubes, long, wiry, untamed and stinking.
“Oh…fu#k….” Zac mouthed from under the arm of Gaz as he and Rick could only watch as their best friend was transformed into some sort of monstrous freak right in front of them. Gaz laughed out loud “Oh damn bro, you stink” as the thick ripe smell reached the three of them, making the cage smell how it looked. The place somehow started to feel more complete Gaz thought. Connors huge gut, now easily taller than his old friends by itself and still pooling sweat under it, rumbled loudly. Connor raised his huge 2 feet wide hands to his gut, holding the massive alien flesh as it vibrated under them. Even to his new massive frame, all his body parts, feet, chest, belly and hands, were all comically oversized making him look stocky even for 14ft tall. “OOoooooo-GuT-HURT” he just managed to say as his ass finally released. His boxers must have taken the brunt of the damage as they immediately snapped from the back and sprang around him, leaving him finally naked. A huge, thick, sweaty sack large enough to sleep in, containing at least a fridges worth of cum in two truck tire sized nuts, with a girthy, fur covered 5 foot flaccid cock laying over them.
“FRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTRRTRTRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT” It was loud, long, and wet. Like a slob builder on a night of beer and kebab times 1000. His gut rumbled again as Connor couldn’t stop himself burping this time, his hand lazily scratching his hairy gut as if on auto pilot. “BURRRRRPRPRRRRRRRRRPP-OooooFuOOCK!” he tried to stop it but again, he was struggling to resist.
“HELLOOOP MEOOOK” He tried to speak but new teeth were growing in and making it hard to make words, his head hurt and last but not least, Connor was starting to feel himself slipping away. He could still see and feel, but his control was giving in. He thumped the floor with huge hands angrily. His massive shoulders flexed as his biceps popped out into huge 5 foot wide balls of meat.
Zac stepped forwards slowly, unable to process what he was seeing or smelling. Gaz let him slip from under his arm. “That’s-That’s insane-“ he uttered slowly, watching Connor try to both beg for help and scratch every new part of himself. “C-can’t you turn him back?” He turned to Gaz, now sparking up a new green smoked joint. “Oh sure I can-bit I ain’t gonna do that” Rick looked at him. “But you’ve fu#ked him. You’ve made him into a monster-y-your a damned monster!” as he pushed Gaz away from him. The two now stood by the cage as Gaz just grinned. “You gave me the idea by the way rick” Gaz grinned. “Didn’t you say and I quote -Why’d ya gotta be such an animal- huh? Seems like you did this to your selves. Or Rick did this to you anyway ay birthday boy” He leered, making eye contact with the new hulking ape through the bars.
Inside Connor knew his mates didn’t do this to him, he tried to shout for help again, tell them to run. Instead, he growled. Gut heavy he slowly pulled himself up onto his thick knuckles. Balls scraping the dirty floor as he stood up. Wet with sweat as he paused to get his balance. He was hunched over, his face pressing forwards and his ears were stuck out 90’ angles. He looked dumber and dumber by the second, while his old mind fell into a back seat. ‘Let me out! I’m sorry! I fu#king stink! Ow its horrible man! Make it stop ill do anything!” but his huge body ignored him and just ooked. Lashing out as he punched the cage wall, now focused on stinking, eating and being as disgusting as he could be. “ME WANT-“ He almost said before he caught a sniff of something. He slowly looked under his thick arm, and followed the black wet hair to the long pit hair than hung down about a meter under each arm. Thick with sweat and musk. “Oh god no! Please, uh, I’m gonna be sick!” he screamed internally as his body licked, he loved it. He stuck his nose in, it wrapped over his face and he used his arm other arm to lift his pit more to get his head in deeper. He rolled onto his back. His ball twitched as his rod began to react to the sensory overload.
“Zac…oh fu#k check out his dick dude” Rick pointed but Zac was already staring in horror and shock, even some jealously as his 5 foot rod became 6 foot, then 7. It pushed up to 8 long and wide feet in length, before its own mass made it drop slowly to the floor with his balls. His massive hand lept down without any hesitation and began to pump. His head still in his pit. But one hand wasn’t big enough. It was too wide even for him. He lower his arm and began to beat off with both hands. But without the stink of his pits it started to go soft, he lifted his arm again “OOOoOOOOH! OOK! SO GUD OOOK” Dumb words slipping though as he went from whacking off to sniffing himself as he was left, rolling around like an animal in his stinking den.
Gaz waved a hand as the joint smoke wafted up over Zac and Ricks heads to create a long sign that attached to the roof of the cage. “THE GREAT APE! THE UNTAMED ANIMAL!” Gaz sounded out “Nice ring to it ay lads, and oh yeah” he snapped his fingers, before several lights appeared and the door seemed to fix and repair around them. Soon music began to play as Connor sat back, slightly confused by the noises. “Now the freak shows open, at last am I right-“ he grabbed Rick and Zac under his arms again as he pulled them away from their old friend. “Come back! Please don’t leave me like this!” He shouted out, but all they heard as they were led away was a loud burp, followed by frantic ooks as huis balls clenched and finally his shaft stood rock solid as it gushed gallons of thick ropes of jizz all over his cage and himself. Sealing his transformation into the Freak Ape Man forever as he shouted and struggled in silence to escape inside his stinking, musk prison.
“Don’t worry bout him” Gaz said with a husky reassuring voice as he manhandled them out the tent. They couldn’t help but want him back, Zac had always followed what Connor had said since they met, this had all been for HIS birthday and now… Even Rick walked dazed and shocked, his eyes wide as he realized they were probably Next, but at least they weren’t in the freak show they both thought. Gaz meanwhile, pulled them between the caravans of workers and ‘behind the scenes’ of his carnival as guests began to flow into the new Freak show. Grinning like a thug as he pushed them towards the other broken rides. “So many jobs to fill lads-“ he took a long drag on his cigar like joint, talking out the side of his mouth “-What ARE we gonna do with you two then ay”
Zac and Ricks Story will Continue in Part 2…
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Mean Genie #DAN
Dan makes a wish, but ends up an immobile bear at the mercy of online chat rooms.
Dan was driving home, tired from work, sore from the gym and now just looking forwards to getting back to his own place for some sleep. He pulled up at the block of flats, lifted his heavy body out the car and made to climb the stairs. He was well built, not fat in the slightest and from a distance you wouldn’t know. A rugby player since he was a kid, college grad turned construction worker later in life, he was known on his site as ‘pretty boy’ on account of his youthful and well kept appearance.
click. he pushed his door open on the 9th floor and plodded in, tossing his work bag and clothes to the floor as he collapsed onto the sofa. “fuck….long day” reaching down beside the sofa he grabbed a beer from a mini fridge, thinking to himself he needed to change out of him gym shorts and white shirt before doing much else, he glanced at his phone to see what was ‘going on’.
However try as he might, a pop up kept appearing over the top of his usual apps. “hell is this….go away!” he shouted getting angry as he kept sliding the small Gold Lamp Symbol to uninstall, but it kept reappearing. Eventually he gave in, slowly standing, he began to pull off his shirt as he clicked the app. Muffled by the shirt over his face he muttered “maybe I can delete from inside the app” as he popped the shirt over his chest.
As he dropped the white fabric it to the floor his phone screen had turned golden, almost blinding him as he dropped the phone. It hit the floor and burst into a thick cloud, Dan jumped back from it as the smoke cleared and slowly revealed…
“ah mate, that is a lot beta. So how can I help ya?” “W-who are yo-” Dan began as he looked over the middle aged skin head in a tracksuit that had just appeared out of his phone. “W-wat actually bud. I’m a full blooded Genie. Kinda…” he said with a smirk. “hope phone to phone, see who bites ya know? So…” The scally Genie looked his master up and down briefly as of searching him for an answer. …“Dan? you look like a Dan, what would make you a happier lad Dan the man” Genie was now walking around the flat, flexing his own muscles and clicking his knuckles. Dan walked back to his phone, now smoking on the floor, and picked it up. it still worked but now read 1% battery, which kind of made sense after what he just saw happen to it.
“so er do I get wishes then?” Dans hesitation was well founded as the skin head glared “yeah all three and a fukin unicorn while I’m at it. Nah mate, you ask and I’ll see what I can do alright?” he paused and sighed sparking up a long joint he pulled from nowhere and took a long drag. He sighed, as far bored for saying it “Say you wanna be King Kong yeah? That’s gonna need all you got, so dependin’ on wat you want is what ya get”
Dan was now sitting back onto his sofa and thinking. Rubbing his stubble, “yeah I get you, like a battery, got so much” the Genie actually laughed to himself “heh, a battery ay? ya know that’s pretty good I’ll ave to remember that for the next one”
Dan thought hard, he’d never thought hard before but now was the time. ‘What do I want? do I need anything? money? fame?’ he frowned looking up at the Skinhead. “What about being able to make money while I’m at home? for something I’m good at rather than working all day on the site?”
Genie seemed to weigh up ideas before he gave a thumbs up. “Pretty sure that’s ok mate” “Let’s do it” Dan said as he stood up, assuming he would need to make a formal wish like the movies. However before he even managed to get all the way up he felt dizzy. The room around him spinning as it blurred away before slowly coming back to him. He stumbled slightly as his foot caught on a leather strap. “what the-” he went on grab it but the strap leapt up his arm, leaving behind a thick black strap around his bicep before wrapping into a large, thick X over his chest and back and lopping into a steel ring. “HEY! “G-get it off!” Seeing the room around him now in focus Dan couldn’t help but notice there were other straps and weird leather objects along one wall. the rest for his flat seemed the same all but a tripod and camera in the corner pointed at the sofa and the wall behind it.
The Genie tugged on the back of the chest harness playfully, checking out the thick steel padlock on the back that locked it on. “What?! But why?! I can’t keep it on like this and what are those!” he shouted pointing as the wall of leather. The Skinhead shrugged and walked over, looking curious. “looks like your job is trying out stuff for…” he read the label on one of the items. “…Rugby Man Gay Accessories” Dan was already looking at the camera and straight away his phone jumped into life again and began to ring. The caller ID said WORK. The Genie grinned, not gonna answer your new boss?
Without hesitation he did, again his will. “Oi oi boss” he said, his voice now surprising gruff and rugged. “Hey, just got your email about wanting to work full time with us?” the male voice replied. “Yea boss-” Dan automatically continued playing along as if he had a clue what was happening “Quit the construction site this mornin’. But I want my pay doubled, I bring in more viewers than any one else on your site.” the voice paused. “OK Dan, I’m sure we can work that out. You’ll need to get that video to us still….Erm….let me check which one-” Dan silently listened to the man flicking through papers on the other end “-oh yeah course, your doing the Hardcore cock and ball video this afternoon with the new box we sent you, have that video to us by this evening as always, and we can discuss your new contact full time tomorrow if that’s good by you”
“sounds class boss” Dan had never sounded so big or sounded as confident before in his life but his autopilot answers scared him. Why didn’t he have control! Finally his boss said goodbye and he hung up. The second Dan was able to speak as himself again, he turned to face the Genie.
“The fuck did you do to me! I-I-” Dan stuttered as he tried to take in everything around him. “Dude ya get wat you asked fo’. Your good at rugby and looks like you got recognized for all that hard work” “yeah but this ain’t rugby is it!” the skinhead frowned and looked a bit insulted “well you asked for a job from home…you can’t PLAY rugby inside a flat can ya dumbass”
Dan sighed rubbing his head, the skinhead was right of course, those were his words. “well make me back to a construction workers again then”
“na, one way street. I mean I can do but you’d still have this job, so you’ll be a busy boy, but YOU asked for it, you can’t make it go away, gotta live with the consequences geezer. I don’t exactly decide how these are gonna go I just do what you say”
“well I gotta do something about this-” A loud knock at the door. “delivery for a Dan Hobson?” a man shouted from the other side. Dan tried not to respond but his bod strode to the door, no longer ashamed of his bare chest and harness, swung it open and took the large box from the delivery guy. He was a good foot shorter than Dan who signed and closed the door in his face without a word. “says it’s from work, better not be the-” his eyes widened in horror as he saw the device inside. As the man had said on the phone, the new box contained thick leather gear for Dan to wear on his cock and balls. The boss has had used the word ‘hardcore’ on the phone and as Dan held some of it up he could see why.
It was thick leather, with three heavy rings. One for each ball and one for his cock. all attached into a sort of leather jock strap with its own padlock around the waist. He couldn’t see a key in the box. The last item out the box had a note attached ‘free gift’ it said. Dan took it and opened it. “oh fuck off” he said as he held the massive steel chain collar, also had an oversized metal dog tag that read “No’1” probably a reference for his viewers.
“Someone’s popular innit” Genie said as he puffed on his joint. “Try it on den big man let’s see you work” Dan did so like a machine. Unable to resist for even for a moment as he went from holding to wearing the chain in seconds. As it clicked closed he immediately tried to remove it but found it wouldn’t undo or fit over his head. it was fairly tight and held to his neck making him look like a thug.
“suit ya mate” “seriously fuck! I don’t want this we have to do something!” Dan shouted not struggling with all the new attachments he didn’t want on him. “Well wat DO you want then?” the Genie answered cross armed and looking bored. Dash going to think of an answer when the camera in the corner clicked on and his laptop sprung to life. A window showing the cameras view of him and a chat window appeared.
baz67: hey man! right on time sexy jizzman:oh yeah noice! baz67: can’t wait for this gerry99: where is he? missing my favorite cam show (jizzman paid 5 pounds) jizzman: there that should get him to put on his kit!
Dan pleaded with the Genie “please you gotta do something” while his huge arms were lifted up. He’d never put them by his sides ever again. Like those huge roided body builders, stuck looking like he was constantly trying to puff up with his arms sticking out. “What do I say to stop this?!” His body automatically began to stand and slide off his shorts, then his boxers. Revealing his sizeable package and hairy rugby gut six pack. “make a request or I’m leaving your Gay ass to it, not my job to tell you wat YOU want izzit bellend”
Dan thought, harder than ever, he needed a way out. He pulled the leather jock strap and rings up his legs. Hands ready to feed his thick Dick and balls into them. “ah cold!” he shouted, still half watching the comments from horny viewers that kept flooding in as he pushed both balls into their sockets. Both now hung through the leather jock strap. held apart from his Dick which was next. Dan screamed in his head as the ring gripped his shaft and he started to be forced into an erection, the blood unable to escape.
“Arg! Just make it so I can’t wear these ever again!” he shouted at the Genie, who stubbed out his joint and clicked his fingers. The room didn’t shift this time, but Dan felt his body changing. He watched as his body ballooned outwards, the leather jock replaced by a huge steel cage, locking him away. Not that it mattered, in seconds his rugby six pack had become a hairy muscle gut, then a full roid ball matted with black hair that made it impossible for Dan to see his lower half. His pecs inflated to rise up, the harness and chain collar remained only getting larger to accommodate if only slightly. His neck and shoulders were next, starting to press against his head.
“W-what, I’m so big” he almost spat out as he tried to move, finding his new bulk hard to maneuver. Soon his shoulders, bicep and gut held his arms in a t-pose and he fell back to the sofa. “I can’t….ung-” he struggled as he kept inflating. The camera was still on and the chat continued on as if nothing was happening, joking and jeering at the hulk man who could barely me they paid to see.
“well ya ain’t gonna be wearing these ever again ay” Genie laughed as he held out the leather jock and rings from before. It looked comically small compared to Dan now. “But-LOOK at me! I can’t even reach my Dick! and it’s hurts more than before! Arg!” he winced as he tried to not be hard inside his cage but it seemed impossible. There door rattled as someone opened it with a keys only Dan thought he had. Trying to look he saw a man, not much bigger or older looking than he used to be, wearing a black vest, jeans with a short spiky hair cut. “Who-” Dan began but before he could the man butt in, walking past the Genie Dan realized he couldn’t see him. “sorry I’m late beast” he threw the keys down and strode to the wall of leather straps like he owned the place. “Bitch of a traffic jam, oh your already recording?” Dan strained to look at the Genie, his head stiff, neck rubbing against his bowling ball against his bowling ball shoulders while his thickening beard was pressed up over his pecs.
“I-gotta-do something, this-I can’t live like this” his voice was now so deep and gravely that the guy that walked barely understood him “What was that big guy? I’ll be there in a second” but Genie heard. He walked over, pulling out another joint and sitting next to the man mountain on the sofa. “Wat ya gonna do bout it?” he almost jeered him on as he poked his muscle gut. Which by itself hung over all sides of him yet managed to hold a perfectly firm round ball that pressed against everything else.
The man had now grabbed a handful of gear and presented the huge ball gag, thick black dildo and finally a gigantic cock ring he had over his wrist like a bangle, to display to the web cam. Dan couldn’t see the screen for the replies but by the way the man spoke they seemed thrilled at what was happening. “Welcome Beast followers I’m his handler, and we’re gonna be showing off the XXL hardcore range of products today-calm down I’m getting to it- starting with removing his cage and fitting the our all new cock ring” he held up the 4 inch wide cock ring, along its edge it was large enough to have a battery and some features Dan couldn’t even guess at. “No wait-” he began to protest but before he could the man has gotten onto all fours and began to press under the huge gut. revealing the cage, skin pressing though the gaps. He felt the ring slide easily over the top before a click as the cage was released.
Dan gasped, his huge bulk free to expand to its full size as the mass inflated. Soon the ring was as tight as he could imagine it could ever have been to wear one. His cock felt easily wider than the 4 inch ring he’d seen him hold. He couldn’t picture it in his head, but he could feel his massive thighs being pressed appart as engorged. “Oh Beast has been desperate for that! Caged for a week and look at the results lads-thank you for the 100 dollars britlad7-next I’ll get the dildo ready”
Genie lent around to see the massive member He laughed out loud. “Fuck me mate, that’s gotta be a 2 foot long easy, damn most men couldn’t walk with that, mate you are a beast!” Dan was basically pinned by his own mass, and finally hearing the dildo being slathered with lube he knew he had one chance. “I want this to stop just tell me what to say” Genie moved back “you just need to say what you want Bro, I’m pretty low on magic mind, depends what you say you know dat” Dan knew what he wanted, it was all he could think, he wanted everyone to go, for this whole ordeal to be over. He heaved his huge chest up for a deep breath. “Make everyone go away and I need to be able to like….live like this!” “two? well I’ll do what I can fella, hope it’s what you wanted” and he slapped him on the gut.
The room spun a final time, the wall vanished, as did the man, no? he didn’t vanish but became a builder in a high visibility vest. Around Dan his sons became a steel bed and the straps stretched and attached to the frame. Days mouth was forced open and a long pipe snaked from it to a box on the wall. His bowling sized balls and 2 foot shaft hung freely as his legs were held apart by strong steel chains. As if to compensate his hairy body filled the spaces as they appeared His head pointing straight up, his head bald and beard, chest, and pit hair had all merged into one matted mess that stank on BO that filled his nostrils. He mumbled into the pipe. It was in audio able.
“All good mate no worries. No idea what you people do in these things but your all set up” “Mumphhh” he struggled against his mass but realized he was just too musclebound and everything else was chained, strapped or just to heavy to move. He was immobile. “It feeds 3 times a day, and your viewer’s can operate the arm to do whatever they wanna, and I’ll leave you to it. As you requested on your form it works for 6 weeks at a time before I’ll need to come service the machines. You take care and see you in 6 weeks Beast”
Dan looked up in horror as long robotic arm buzzed over to him. he saw a screen on the ceiling, placed so he could see it, flicker on. it revealed the many camera angles of his mountain of muscle. He was almost round, his biceps were so large that he realized that they weren’t tied down. He couldn’t lift up against his shoulders, lower them even an inch against his gut or close his pit which was held open, only making the merge of body hair and stink worse.
Named appeared, as people began to vote and pay money for what from a list they could pay to see.
5 Hour Milking - 1000 dollars, was the first thing that won, quickly followed by the 2 foot long ass plug.
He mumbled as the arm disappeared and could wriggle as it pressed under his gut from a space that must have been under the bed. Spoon he felt a sacking as, like a vacuum, he felt a tube as big as a gutter pipe sliding up the 2 feet before it met the Base of his gut and the suction popped it into position. “MHHHMMPH!” Beast shouted into the gag and pipe as the sucking began to pump the pipe up and down and ferocious speed. the whole motion of over a foot making his balls swing violently under him like massive pendulums. The sack being stretched as they hung a full for of their own under his mechanical bed.
“Well looks like I’m done mate” the mean Genie chat said with a depressed sigh as he waved his hand over hands face. His whole arm was starting to fade. “MUUUMPH!” “Yeah I’m all out, but you got everything you asked for. Gonna be all by yourself now and you’ll be rich…probably pretty fuking famous too” Dan kept trying to get his attention, as a large 5 hour countdown began on his screen for the Milking session. Chats flooding in with suggestions and ideas. But the Genie had long since faded away. Onto see what the next guy thinks will make him a happier man
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Forced Freak
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Nigel the Jock was stood at the urinal at the club. He was pretty drunk and had a slight hard on from all the grinding on the dance floor. He grinned to himself as the low vibrations of music bass echoed through the men’s stalls. He glanced around to be sure he was alone, then took out his phone to take a quick pic of his hanging cock, posting it to his Instagram “Yeah mate-they’re gonna love tha-sh#t bro!” He slurred as he began to piss. Continuing to scroll on his phone as he heard the music briefly grow louder as the door opened.
“No you wait, I’ll be back!” he heard a man shout out as the room went quiet as the door closed. Nigel lifted his head slightly, thinking to himself ‘Didn’t sound like he was round ere’ As the man slowly walked to the stall next to him and unzipped. “Ho hell na! Damn you’re a hairy mo-fo!” Nigel gasped, turning and jeering at the man beside him. He was hairy, very hairy, wearing a white vest almost as if to show it all off. He looked over “I know right-w-what are you doin’?” he first joked, the paused as Nigel pointed his phone towards him.
‘Click’ “You’re a freak bro, I’m sharing this sh#t!” The man tried to finish quickly “Dude, stop, I don’t want any fuss mate” Only looking more annoyed as Nigel talked loudly, seeming to record himself taking the piss out of the poor guy. “Hey lads-HIC-check out this hairy freak I gone found clubbing-“ Nigel stepped towards him, grabbing his shoulder to force him onto camera. The door opened again, music poured in for a second or two. “I’m good, just leave me alone dude” The man pushed him away, not willing to make a scene with the drunk jock as two huge bear jocks walked in. Both taller and more built than Nigel was several times over. They lumbered forwards. “Hey Malik, you was takin a while so….er-this guy bothering ya?” One boomed, clearly they knew each other and Nigel immediately felt his blood run cold as the man grinned, pointed and said “Yeah, weirdo was taking pics of me” As the huge man strode towards Nigel, he tried badly to explain it away “C’mon, lads I was just messin’ I didn’t mean anything-MUUMMPHH” He struggled to speak as the huge arm wrapped around his head, the muscles blocked his view and stink filled his nostrils. He tried to resist but slowly he felt everything slowly go limp. “Ssshhhhhhh-Deep breaths boy” was the last thing he heard. Then everything went black.
When Nigel came to he slowly opened his eyes to see the two large men, .”W-what’s goin’ on?” His voice sounded different, slower even. His vision was blurry and when he tied to stand his body ached so badly he only just managed to move his arm. “Don’t struggle, You ain’t going anywhere mate” One of the men stood up and leaned in, poking his arm and grinning. It felt weird, Nigel wanted to look but could barely turn his head. “You woke up early-ya ain’t done yet” the other lad said as they bro fisted. “My hed hurt” Nigel just managed. His mind was foggy and sluggish. He gritted his teeth as he pulled hard to get free. He felt like he could feel more, and it was fuzzy. Like he was itchy. The large man reached out, he felt his hand rundown his abs-no wait? It felt larger…was that hair? Something was wrong. Nigel blinked hard, clearing his eyes as he took in the true magnitude of what had happened.
He had a gut?! He tried again to stand and slowly his arms pulled upwards. He wasn’t tied down at all, it was his own weight! He reached down slowly and felt his other arm. It was thick, hairy, huge. He looked down as best he could only to see beard, black and dense, just above that was a huge ball gut, solid with muscle and covered in hair so thick you couldn’t see any skin under it “W-what have you done to me?!” his voice bellowed. It was getting deeper by the second, almost to the point he sounded stupid. “You’ll get used to it freak-got a lot more coming to yay a know” The man helped him stand, grabbing his arm and pulling him up as they both worked to get Nige to his feet. He almost couldn’t believe it. He was at least 7 foot tall, and when he looked down he just saw hair and pits, all joined a sone thick matted layer. “I-I’m ruined! I-JESUS WHAT!?” He gasped as he sniffed his pits and the rank heat almost caused him to be sick.
“Yeah man, ya a freak al right, ya get off on ya own stink and everything ya hairy c#nt” the two blokes both laughed again. Nigel just stood, now sniffing on purpose. He was already getting lost into it. The hairs were wet, moist with stink. Almost yellow. Nigel tried hard to push his beard into the mess to mix the smell. The wet sweaty musk rubbing into his face and sticking to him. His eyes rolled around. “Bro-stink good….” He dumbly muttered as he fumbled around his huge gut with his other hand for his balls.
When he found them, they were growing still, large as base balls and still expanding. He was could feet his belly rubbing on his arm as he pushed around and grabbed hard, yanking the huge orbs around as his nose and beard were stuck into his other pit huffing as much as he could “MMMUUGH-smell man-“ he muffled out from his own hairy prison as the stink spread. His body began to heat up His ass started to drip, the hairs getting longer to hold onto as much dirt and musk as possible. His back matted up, the hairs knotting together uncomfortably, he’d need someone to brush him regularly to avoid it from now on. His pits went from yellow to a dark orange, the hairs almost tanned with musk as his shoulder and beard joined up. He was now covered in a layer of long, beard like pubes from head to toe. Except his head. They shaved him earlier and made sure it wouldn’t grow back.
‘SLAP’ One of the huge men placed a hand on his bald head as he stuck his nose into his own pit. His muscles still growing as he felt his body tense. Nigel felt his feel push apart, now size 15, then 16, then 17. A true freak! His legs were next, his balls touched both sides, soon they were footballs hanging between his legs and he had to squat just to reach them. His chest got wider, so wide his arms began to lift up from his sides. He tried to keep one down to wank his huge foot long cock and balls but nothing stopped the growth. His arm was pushed aside and he moaned loudly as he stood against the wall. He leant forwards for support and only managed to move his arms a bit. They were clamping together, every huge muscle and hair matted or knotting against him. He couldn’t shower again, he’d need a team of people now. The rank stink was insane, like a teenager locker room gym plus some body builders, maybe even add in some scally socks and stink. It was unimaginable. He was man, a freak like he was calling other people to be.
He stood, his mind now as rank as his body “Need wank cuz-need help’ he looked over at his new best mate, reaching out he grabbed ones hand and pulled him down. “Na bro, you can wank ya self” they laughed. “B-But can’t reach cock…..tooo BIG-BURRRRRRRP!” He burped loudly and uncontrollably as his whole body expanded and solidified. His ass was a block of muscle now as his balls hung in their sack below. He fell against the wall and began to rub his cock and balls against it, rutting like a bear in heat. “Please-must-balls! So HARD BRO!” His voice cracked and dropped into animal tones as he stood, leaving a patch of sweat on the wall as he rubbed without release. He begeed the two men for help, they never did, he was a freak after all. They did sort him food, Nigel had no idea who he was or where he lived anymore. He needed weights, food and a wank. Repeated forever. Eventually his new best mates got him a machine to f#ck him and suck him off but after a few uses he broke it with his huge body, his thick shaft bust the second. Nigel was truly a freak, and lived with two lads who would do everything to make sure he was unwashed and stinking, unable to wank because of his huge size and stuck with the largest cock and balls alive, but too addicted to his pits and unable to reach them to pleasure himself. He never even knew their names.
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DANIELS DARK FANTASY
Man ends up wishing for giant balls and a bear to look after his every need
Daniel thought it was a good idea at first. He'd wished that his dark fantasys come true. Little did he realise how much Gaz the genie knew about him. Next thing he could tell a leather gas mask was over his head and he was strapped to a chair, all his clothes were gone.
"So let's see what we're dealing with ay" A rough voice said from somewhere in the room. Dan tried to speak but his mouth had a tube and gag wedged inside forcing him to cough and splutter before he felt a heavy hand on his face "shhhh, dont struggle boy"
The man grabbed with his other hand at his naked balls as he wriggled under the straps. The hand was huge and calloused, he knew it was a bear, a huge muscled bear as he always fantasied. Instantly his rod got hard as the hand worked his manhood. "Oh you ain't seen nothing yet boy" he squirmed again being called boy. It made him want to call the bear daddy back if only he could.
"So...let's get these up to size shall we boy" The bear grunts as he stepped back. Suddenly his balls ached, filling with cum in seconds, then they grew. Soon the wise of oranges, he yelped as they became to big to fit on the chair and fell forwards, snapping to a stop in the sack. "MUUUUMPPHHH" He protested as he realised that his wish meant all his fantasys. Even the ones in his head. He began to worry what else was in store as his balls continued to swell as the sack expanded to keep up.
The bear pushed the sack back with his foot and the massive balls, now well over the size of footballs, swung slowly between his legs like pendulums. Both pulsed and churned loudly like two water filled tyres.
"Looking good don't give up" the bear cheered as Daniel struggled and began to shake. He was sweating, his sack was holding up the weight of two kegs and as they swung they yanked harder. His dick was rock solid as his eyes watered in his mask.
Suddenly he felt them touch something cold and solid and they stopped swinging. Then the weight began to lessen as they rested on the floor. "MUuuUuuuuppphHh" he moaned as the bear moved behind him. "Think we can let ya out now boy" as he snapped some clamps and in a few loud clicks his body fell forwards.
Daniel tried to stand but he was almost anchored by his new huge balls. His hard dick only pulsed a few ropes of cum as he yanked and pushed. Almost moaning from the effort. Another spurt, this one larger got the bears attention. "Your about to get your wish boy" as he learnt down, his thick musk was over powering. Like a toxic fog spreading, the stink stuck to him. His huge balls started to swell again as his dick thickened, but only slightly. His own stink began to become stronger the sweat he was dripping now yellowed and thick with rank musk. "M-make it stop! Please they hurt-UUUURGH!"
He snapped his head back as his massive balls buzzed and tge sound of sloshing cum became deafening to him. Like a hose his cock was erupting all over him. After a few seconds he tried to cover it with his spare hand but he coukd only wank off hard as he could. His body not doing as he wanted. Still the ropes of cum splattered endlessly as his hands were slapping up and down, his whole lower body dripping in warm musky jizz.
"Thats gonna last a while boy" pressing down with a foot onto one of the massive hairy balls. Like a balloon under pressure the amount of cum trippled as his arms continued to work his balls and shaft, his face taking the brunt of the blast. Now it was like a shower, it wasn't going to end anytime soon. He begged between orgasmic thacking of his cock. Unable to move or do anything than splatter and spray cum in all directions as he was now sat in a puddle of it. "Its too-too much-i cant-"
The bear laughed "Sure you can, this is you fantasy boy. Here, let me help" he said as he stepped forwards, his armpits raised, Daniel knew he'd never escape. His body lurched for the musky prison, his balls held him back as he landed in his own cum. His arms also didn't behave and kept working his balls and cock, Cum kept flowing, his balls so massive they'd never run out as his dick arched to force enough out. But they continue to swell, like his fantasy... it would never end. He was a ball of wanking meat now, unable to stop, unable to to do anything than work his ever swelling cum factories.
"Another happy customer" Gaz grinned.
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Stupid Animals
Another day in this madhouse they call a college dorm. I can already hear the commotion outside my room, the unmistakable sounds of my roommate and his jock buddies, partying it up like there's no tomorrow. My head throbs with the remnants of last night's bass-heavy beats. I roll out of bed, my nerd senses tingling with frustration.
I storm into the common area, ready to confront my roommate, who's surrounded by a pack of gorillas... I mean, jocks. They're laughing and clinking their protein shake bottles together like some kind of tribal ritual. My blood boils with annoyance, and I can't help but let my words fly.
"What the hell, man? It's like living in a zoo in here!" I snap, my voice laced with irritation. "Can't you guys keep it down? Some of us are trying to study!"
My roommate, Chad, smirks at me, as if my words are some kind of joke. Typical. He’s never been the brightest.
“Do you not understand that you guys are intellectually inferior idiots?! Can you even understand me?!” I yell at the smelly group of men. “Shut the hell up! Some people are actually trying to get somewhere in life, you stupid animals!”
I storm out of the room, feeling slightly bad about my harsh words.
“Whatever you say, little bro” Chad chuckles vacantly as he turns up the stereo.
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The next morning, as I stumble into the kitchen, my bleary eyes are greeted by an absurd sight. A bunch of bananas sits innocently on the counter, with a note that reads, "For the Zookeeper." I roll my eyes, resisting the urge to crumple up the note and toss it away. I'm not falling for Chad's ridiculous attempts at humor.
But then, my stomach rumbles, reminding me that breakfast is long overdue. With a mixture of reluctance and hunger, I grab one of the bananas and take a bite. It's surprisingly satisfying, the sweet flavor mingling with my annoyance, creating a strange blend of conflicting emotions.
I sink my teeth into the banana, expecting a simple breakfast, but what I experience is far beyond my wildest expectations. The burst of flavor hits my taste buds like a tropical explosion. It's so fresh, so delicious, that my mouth waters uncontrollably. I can't resist devouring the entire banana in no time.
As I finish the first banana, a strange haze begins to cloud my senses. My gaze fixates on the remaining yellow fruits, their vibrant color beckoning me. They seem almost hypnotic, tempting me with their tantalizing taste. I can't help but reach for another, feeling a strange mix of satisfaction and guilt.
I rub against by stubble as I shove another banana into my mouth. I could have swore I had shaved last night? Weird… who cares. This banana tastes so fucking good. Its sweetness filling my mouth as I chew. But as I finish it, a surprise deep fart escapes my cheeks, leaving me startled and embarrassed. I quickly look around, hoping that no one has heard my unintended symphony.
Before I have time to experience my embarrassment, I glance down at my arms, and to my surprise, my once relatively smooth arms now had a thick layer of hair that seems to have sprouted overnight. The hair is so thick and dark. It's as if a mini forest has taken root on my arms, each strand entangled with the next in a chaotic display of follicular rebellion.
I squint my eyes, hoping that this newfound hairiness is just a trick of the light or a momentary glitch in my perception. But no, the evidence is right there, impossible to ignore. I find myself scratching my head and letting out a grunt.
Just then, I hear the familiar sound of the front door unlocking. Chad's probably back from his early morning workout. Panic sets in as I grab the remaining bananas, stuffing them into my pockets, and rush to my room. I convince myself that they're just snacks for studying, a harmless indulgence.
Inside the confines of my room, I stare at the bananas, my mind swirling with conflicting emotions. They have a hold on me, their allure impossible to resist. I convince myself that it's just the taste, the need for a quick energy boost, but deep down, I know there's something more to it.
I open up my books, determined to focus on my studies despite the bloating feeling within my stomach. It grumbles and gurgles, threatening to release a symphony of embarrassing sounds.
Chad and his buddies always found bodily functions and gross humor hilarious. They encouraged each other to outdo themselves, competing with each other to make the biggest smelliest farts. The last thing I want is to become the unwitting star of their crude comedy.
But as I try to concentrate on the pages before me, my eyes drift toward the remaining bananas. The one closest to me looked so delicious. Its bright yellow peel is making me all hazy. Without even realizing it, I grab the fruit and shove it into my mouth.
As the sweet taste floods my senses, a wave of ecstasy washes over me. I slide down to the floor, my back pressed against my bed, lost in the sheer delight of the banana's flavor. The world around me fades into the background as I savor each delectable bite, momentarily forgetting my fears and worries.
As the succulent taste of the banana fills my mouth, my salivary glands go into overdrive, flooding my senses with anticipation. I devour the fruit with an unexpected fervor, relishing every bite as if it were the most exquisite delicacy.
But as the last morsel disappears into my mouth, a sudden pressure builds within my stomach. I feel the inevitable release building up, ready to make its presence known. And with a resounding toot, it erupts from me, shattering the silence of the room.
The pungent odor wafts through the air, assaulting my nostrils with its offensive presence. My face flushes with embarrassment as I cringe, hoping that no one else will bear witness to this involuntary act. But my hopes are quickly dashed as Chad's voice echoes through the door.
"Whoa, little bro! That was a big one!" Chad's voice rings out, filled with amusement and a touch of admiration for my unintentional accomplishment. The realization that Chad finds this sort of thing funny only intensifies my embarrassment, creating a whirlwind of conflicting emotions within me.
But as I glance down at my stomach, my initial embarrassment takes a backseat to a more startling revelation. I’M FAT??! My stomach is now big and round, jiggling with every movement.
I grasp at my now huge round belly, my fingers sinking into its soft plumpness. Panic begins to rise within me as I try to comprehend the implications of this unexpected transformation. How did my stomach become so big? And why is it fattening up at such an alarming rate?
Suddenly, I smell a hot stench. This time, it wasn’t from the farts. As I lift up my arm to investigate the source of the foul odor, a wave of revulsion washes over me. My armpit, once groomed and clean, now appears bushy and unkempt, as if I've neglected it for weeks. The sight, combined with the pungent stench emanating from it, sends a shiver down my spine.
I had taken a shower just yesterday, hadn't I? How could my armpit become so smelly and odorous in such a short span of time? The scent that fills the air is not the pleasant, soapy freshness I'm accustomed to. I guess it’s just my animal stink.
Wait… animal stink? Why did I say that? What’s going on-
“DAMN, BRO!” Chad yells, his voice booming under the door. “I CAN SMELL YOU FROM HERE, YA BIG FAT APE!”
As the realization dawns upon me, a surge of panic strikes through my body. It’s because of last night! I said it was a zoo! That they were stupid animals! Chad’s turning me into a fucking ape!
My body is growing larger and more muscular with each passing moment. The biceps that once belonged to a scrawny nerd now bulge with raw power, urging me to embrace my newfound strength.
But try as I might, I cannot resist the insatiable hunger that courses through my being. My massive arms, resembling tree trunks, seize another banana with an irresistible force, shoving it deep into my gaping throat. The succulent fruit disappears within seconds, devoured by my ravenous appetite. And as I swallow, a thunderous toot escapes from me, a testament to the uncontrollable gas building within my colossal frame, stinking up my enclosure.
With a mixture of awe and disbelief, I watch in amazement as my pecs begin to inflate like two massive balloons, expanding until they press against my very chin. The sheer size and weight of them is both impressive and comical, rendering me momentarily dumbfounded.
Summoning the strength within my colossal body, I rise from my seated position, the ground trembling beneath my big feet. Each step feels heavy. My knuckles drag along the floor as if to remind me of my newfound primal stature.
As I stumble towards the door, I use my massive hairy hands to grab the handle, allowing me to step out of my smelly enclosure and into the common room. A cool breeze caresses my now gargantuan hairy form as I stare at my jock roommate who is now standing the kitchen.
My heart pounds in my massive chest as I cast a fearful gaze towards my roommate, Chad. His familiar face is more smug than ever, his chiseled jawline accentuated by a condescending grin.
Without realising, I absentmindedly raise my colossal arms and start scratching my head like a mindless animal.
I form the word in my mind, ‘help!’. I try to force it out of my neanderthal lips, but instead, all that emerges from my lips is an unintelligible "OOK!" My voice echoes with a primal resonance, a sound that perfectly matches my transformed state. I am a creature of brawn and bellow, stripped of my former eloquence.
Chad looks at me, amusement dancing in his eyes. It's clear that he revels in the sight before him, finding delight in my reduced state. My attempts at communication only serve to reinforce his perception of me as a mindless brute, an object of entertainment rather than a fellow human being.
“Looks like we got another ‘stupid animal’ in the zoo.” Chad chuckles, flexing his biceps then looking at me, his brow furrowed. “Your words, not mine… I wonder if you can even form words now.”
Chad's voice cuts through the air, followed by a thunderous toot that escapes my rear end, filling the room with an odor that could knock out a rhinoceros. The sheer embarrassment of the moment intensifies as my body inflates with another layer of fat, expanding like an overinflated balloon.
Frustration bubbles up inside me, fueling an uncontrollable rage. I clench my meaty fists, brimming with newfound strength, and bring them crashing down upon my inflated chest. Each impact reverberates through the room, the force shaking the walls and rattling the very foundations of our shared living space.
"Boom! Boom!" I pound my chest like a wild beast, a display of primal dominance fueled by my growing frustration. With each strike, my body jiggles and quakes, the excess flesh rippling like waves in a stormy sea.
“Maybe in this new form you’ll finally fucking relax a bit, eh?” Chad laughs at me. “You dumb smelly gorilla.”
As Chad's condescending remarks fill the room, my frustration grows, fueling a fiery determination deep within me. But as he repeatedly refers to me as monkeyman, a smelly gorilla, dumb ape and other demeaning nicknames, something begins to change. Each time he utters those words, my mind seems to dim, a fog descending upon my thoughts.
Monkey. Gorilla. Ape.
The words swirl around in my head, distorting my perception, eroding the remnants of my former intellect. It's as if each utterance chips away at my brain, leaving me feeling increasingly primitive, reduced to base instincts and primal urges.
Chad's relentless mockery continues, his laughter ringing in my ears. I try to fight against the growing haze, to cling to the remnants of my identity, but the words penetrate deep into my psyche, embedding themselves within the very fabric of my being. With each repetition, my mind becomes muddled, my thoughts clouded by an overpowering animalistic presence.
Monkey. Gorilla. Ape.
The names echo within me, replacing the once vibrant and complex thoughts that defined me. My comprehension wanes. What is this big man taking about? He’s big… but not as big as me huhuhuhu. Fuck, I can’t stop scratching my rank pits.
I’m trying to talk to him, but my responses are now limited, reduced to grunts and gestures, a language stripped down to its most basic form. I try to speak but it’s just incoherent babbling, a crude approximation of communication.
Monkey. Gorilla. Ape.
Those words, once used in jest, now define my existence. Chad's relentless barrage of mockery has transformed me into the very creature he belittles. My mind, once sharp and filled with knowledge, now operates on a primal level, consumed by instinct and impulse.
As I gaze into Chad's eyes, I can sense his satisfaction. He has achieved what he set out to do—reducing me to a state of primitive simplicity. A smirk tugs at the corners of his mouth, a silent victory celebration for his conquest.
Monkey. Gorilla. Ape.
“How’re you feeling now, stupid fart monkey?” He smirks.
I scratch my head, staring vacantly at the intellectually superior being in front of me.
OOK OOK
Rick was exactly the worst type of model you could find, cocky, sexy, and always wanting to show off his body whenever he could. It got to the point where his own agents could barely stand him as they watched him pose for the photographer, making sure to accentuate his lean body the best he could.
“Alright are we done here?” whined Rick. “I got some girls who liked my pictures from last month and they really want to meet.” The photographer rolled his eyes.
“Just a few more shots, keep posing,” declared the photographer as he ignored Rick’s scowl and got back to snapping pictures. By the time they were finished it was only because Rick refused to pose any longer, instead deciding to almost tell the photographer to go fuck himself underneath his breath as he started putting on his clothes. “Well thank you very much, Mr. Wellick. It’s been such a…pleasure working with you. I wanted you to have this.” The photographer mumbled, trying to make sure any vitriol in his voice as he took out an odd book that he had kept in his bag for later, but he felt that now it was needed.
Rick took the book, looking at the title.
“Very funny, but I don’t need this caveman shi- sh-” Rick stopped as he saw the photographer beginning to leave the building, looking down as he wondered why it was suddenly so hard to speak as an odd thumping like a heartbeat began in his own two hands.
“Enjoy, Mr. Wellick,” said the photographer as Rick looked down at his own hands, watching as they started to grow larger, the knuckles cracking and the fingers almost becoming too big for his own palm, to the point where it almost weighed him down. Even still, he couldn’t let go of the book as something else began thumping with the same throbbing and hot sensation, only being cooled down by an odd feeling of something wet and leaking as he looked between his legs.
His own skinny jeans were being stretched to their limit as hair began to grow on the back of his hand, so much it almost felt like it was fur. But no, Rick saw that it was clearly brown human hair and he couldn’t help but mumble and moan at the mounting pleasure of his throbbing cock but the fear of his changing hands.
“W-What the fuck is happening to me?” Rick cried as he quickly tried to go over towards the door, trying to pull it, but it didn’t budge. Was it locked? Rick tried to again and again only to feel as if he was growing too dumb, lacking intelligence that was being sapped away by the throbbing length as he started to feel dumber and dumber, so much so he couldn’t even open the door. “G-Gotta do something, this fucking book might help.”
Rick moaned and fell back as the first tears began to show, his own ass started to swell to the point where it was sagging him down with his great round cheeks that just begged to be filled.
But I’m not gay…don’t…don’t need a…need a…cock…fuck
Rick grasped his head with one hand and the book with another as he fell back and spread his legs apart to allow his thick shaft enough room to leak a puddle of pre-cum between his growing thighs.
The skinny jeans ripped and teared easily after his own ass swelled out of his underwear and pants. Hair continued to sprout along his fine legs, giving him a more animalistic and unkempt look as his own thicker thighs swelled with muscle and a bit of fat.
“Oh no! No! Not my abs!” Rick grunted in his newly deep voice as he felt his own torso beginning to change slightly, as hair began growing on his own clean shaven chest, he watched that he lost his lean muscle in favour of just a skinny body. “Fuck no! This can’t be happening…must…stop!” His cock continued to sway back and forth almost hypnotically as Rick began trying to read the words, to his shock and horror the book was composed of “spells” and on the page his thick fingers managed to comb through he found a page for “caveman” and another word he couldn’t understand.
“Found it!” Rick moaned as he started to read the reverse spell, even as his once rich brown hair grew darker and shaggier, as his face changed to be more prominent and hairy and his cock continued to bounce and distract him. “Iter-Itermum e-ev-e-OH GOD!”
Rick moaned as cum blasted out of his cock and sprayed all over the book making it unreadable both literally and mentally as the last of Rick’s intelligence sapped away as he clung onto the wet and dribbling book. He looked confusedly at everything around him and his more hairy body, deciding to grunt.
Rick may have been a sexy guy, but he was far too dumb to remember any of that as he sat there and played with his long thick cock.
Museum Collectable
Frank gasped as the cold liquid struck his bare skin. He had been moving things in the basement of the museum when he removed his shirt due to the excessive heat. He was lean, fit and naturally hairless other than the tight buzz cut on his head. Frank muttered obscenities as he tried to get out of the falling liquid’s path only to find his legs unresponsive. Unable to move he just let the raining liquid drown him from head to toe; his pants getting soaked in the process. He hoped someone would walk in from upstairs and help him. He also hoped he wouldn’t be permanently paralyzed. Standing there a stray hair came into his vision, then another, and another. It took a moment for him to realize the hair upon his head was growing at an alarming rate. His once short locks turned into an unruly mess. His gaze then drifted downward where he gasped finding his once naturally hairless chest and torso to be covered in a newly grown mass of curly brown hair. He tried to scream for help, but he was only greeted by the silence and the sound of rain hitting the basement floor. He didn’t notice when the raining liquid stopped or when the light drifted in. All he knew is he was still immobile and had a newly thick pelt of fur on his chest and face. He even noticed a new layer of hair on his arms.His wait only lasted a little longer and he sighed, for a brief moment, in relief as the door to the basement opened and some other employees walked in. “Who dresses up a wax figurine in jeans?” He overhead someone say. “I dunno, but they wanted it moved upstairs I believe.” He tried to talk to them, but still nothing could force his lips to move nor a sound to escape from his throat. He was hauled away and undressed. He blushed as one of the curators of the museum examined his manhood noting that he never expected the new shipment to be so lifelike. To his happiness they left his manhood alone and he was quickly dressed in much more revealing attire before the men wheeled him out to a glass enclosure. The lights dimmed as the museum closed for the night. His reflection finally shown to him. He now understood why he hadn’t been able to talk and why no one recognized him. What once was Frank was a anatomically correct wax mannequin that bared more resemblance to a lumbering neanderthal in his loin cloth than a swimmers build 24 year old homo-sapien
Stupid Animals
Another day in this madhouse they call a college dorm. I can already hear the commotion outside my room, the unmistakable sounds of my roommate and his jock buddies, partying it up like there's no tomorrow. My head throbs with the remnants of last night's bass-heavy beats. I roll out of bed, my nerd senses tingling with frustration.
I storm into the common area, ready to confront my roommate, who's surrounded by a pack of gorillas... I mean, jocks. They're laughing and clinking their protein shake bottles together like some kind of tribal ritual. My blood boils with annoyance, and I can't help but let my words fly.
"What the hell, man? It's like living in a zoo in here!" I snap, my voice laced with irritation. "Can't you guys keep it down? Some of us are trying to study!"
My roommate, Chad, smirks at me, as if my words are some kind of joke. Typical. He’s never been the brightest.
“Do you not understand that you guys are intellectually inferior idiots?! Can you even understand me?!” I yell at the smelly group of men. “Shut the hell up! Some people are actually trying to get somewhere in life, you stupid animals!”
I storm out of the room, feeling slightly bad about my harsh words.
“Whatever you say, little bro” Chad chuckles vacantly as he turns up the stereo.
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The next morning, as I stumble into the kitchen, my bleary eyes are greeted by an absurd sight. A bunch of bananas sits innocently on the counter, with a note that reads, "For the Zookeeper." I roll my eyes, resisting the urge to crumple up the note and toss it away. I'm not falling for Chad's ridiculous attempts at humor.
But then, my stomach rumbles, reminding me that breakfast is long overdue. With a mixture of reluctance and hunger, I grab one of the bananas and take a bite. It's surprisingly satisfying, the sweet flavor mingling with my annoyance, creating a strange blend of conflicting emotions.
I sink my teeth into the banana, expecting a simple breakfast, but what I experience is far beyond my wildest expectations. The burst of flavor hits my taste buds like a tropical explosion. It's so fresh, so delicious, that my mouth waters uncontrollably. I can't resist devouring the entire banana in no time.
As I finish the first banana, a strange haze begins to cloud my senses. My gaze fixates on the remaining yellow fruits, their vibrant color beckoning me. They seem almost hypnotic, tempting me with their tantalizing taste. I can't help but reach for another, feeling a strange mix of satisfaction and guilt.
I rub against by stubble as I shove another banana into my mouth. I could have swore I had shaved last night? Weird… who cares. This banana tastes so fucking good. Its sweetness filling my mouth as I chew. But as I finish it, a surprise deep fart escapes my cheeks, leaving me startled and embarrassed. I quickly look around, hoping that no one has heard my unintended symphony.
Before I have time to experience my embarrassment, I glance down at my arms, and to my surprise, my once relatively smooth arms now had a thick layer of hair that seems to have sprouted overnight. The hair is so thick and dark. It's as if a mini forest has taken root on my arms, each strand entangled with the next in a chaotic display of follicular rebellion.
I squint my eyes, hoping that this newfound hairiness is just a trick of the light or a momentary glitch in my perception. But no, the evidence is right there, impossible to ignore. I find myself scratching my head and letting out a grunt.
Just then, I hear the familiar sound of the front door unlocking. Chad's probably back from his early morning workout. Panic sets in as I grab the remaining bananas, stuffing them into my pockets, and rush to my room. I convince myself that they're just snacks for studying, a harmless indulgence.
Inside the confines of my room, I stare at the bananas, my mind swirling with conflicting emotions. They have a hold on me, their allure impossible to resist. I convince myself that it's just the taste, the need for a quick energy boost, but deep down, I know there's something more to it.
I open up my books, determined to focus on my studies despite the bloating feeling within my stomach. It grumbles and gurgles, threatening to release a symphony of embarrassing sounds.
Chad and his buddies always found bodily functions and gross humor hilarious. They encouraged each other to outdo themselves, competing with each other to make the biggest smelliest farts. The last thing I want is to become the unwitting star of their crude comedy.
But as I try to concentrate on the pages before me, my eyes drift toward the remaining bananas. The one closest to me looked so delicious. Its bright yellow peel is making me all hazy. Without even realizing it, I grab the fruit and shove it into my mouth.
As the sweet taste floods my senses, a wave of ecstasy washes over me. I slide down to the floor, my back pressed against my bed, lost in the sheer delight of the banana's flavor. The world around me fades into the background as I savor each delectable bite, momentarily forgetting my fears and worries.
As the succulent taste of the banana fills my mouth, my salivary glands go into overdrive, flooding my senses with anticipation. I devour the fruit with an unexpected fervor, relishing every bite as if it were the most exquisite delicacy.
But as the last morsel disappears into my mouth, a sudden pressure builds within my stomach. I feel the inevitable release building up, ready to make its presence known. And with a resounding toot, it erupts from me, shattering the silence of the room.
The pungent odor wafts through the air, assaulting my nostrils with its offensive presence. My face flushes with embarrassment as I cringe, hoping that no one else will bear witness to this involuntary act. But my hopes are quickly dashed as Chad's voice echoes through the door.
"Whoa, little bro! That was a big one!" Chad's voice rings out, filled with amusement and a touch of admiration for my unintentional accomplishment. The realization that Chad finds this sort of thing funny only intensifies my embarrassment, creating a whirlwind of conflicting emotions within me.
But as I glance down at my stomach, my initial embarrassment takes a backseat to a more startling revelation. I’M FAT??! My stomach is now big and round, jiggling with every movement.
I grasp at my now huge round belly, my fingers sinking into its soft plumpness. Panic begins to rise within me as I try to comprehend the implications of this unexpected transformation. How did my stomach become so big? And why is it fattening up at such an alarming rate?
Suddenly, I smell a hot stench. This time, it wasn’t from the farts. As I lift up my arm to investigate the source of the foul odor, a wave of revulsion washes over me. My armpit, once groomed and clean, now appears bushy and unkempt, as if I've neglected it for weeks. The sight, combined with the pungent stench emanating from it, sends a shiver down my spine.
I had taken a shower just yesterday, hadn't I? How could my armpit become so smelly and odorous in such a short span of time? The scent that fills the air is not the pleasant, soapy freshness I'm accustomed to. I guess it’s just my animal stink.
Wait… animal stink? Why did I say that? What’s going on-
“DAMN, BRO!” Chad yells, his voice booming under the door. “I CAN SMELL YOU FROM HERE, YA BIG FAT APE!”
As the realization dawns upon me, a surge of panic strikes through my body. It’s because of last night! I said it was a zoo! That they were stupid animals! Chad’s turning me into a fucking ape!
My body is growing larger and more muscular with each passing moment. The biceps that once belonged to a scrawny nerd now bulge with raw power, urging me to embrace my newfound strength.
But try as I might, I cannot resist the insatiable hunger that courses through my being. My massive arms, resembling tree trunks, seize another banana with an irresistible force, shoving it deep into my gaping throat. The succulent fruit disappears within seconds, devoured by my ravenous appetite. And as I swallow, a thunderous toot escapes from me, a testament to the uncontrollable gas building within my colossal frame, stinking up my enclosure.
With a mixture of awe and disbelief, I watch in amazement as my pecs begin to inflate like two massive balloons, expanding until they press against my very chin. The sheer size and weight of them is both impressive and comical, rendering me momentarily dumbfounded.
Summoning the strength within my colossal body, I rise from my seated position, the ground trembling beneath my big feet. Each step feels heavy. My knuckles drag along the floor as if to remind me of my newfound primal stature.
As I stumble towards the door, I use my massive hairy hands to grab the handle, allowing me to step out of my smelly enclosure and into the common room. A cool breeze caresses my now gargantuan hairy form as I stare at my jock roommate who is now standing the kitchen.
My heart pounds in my massive chest as I cast a fearful gaze towards my roommate, Chad. His familiar face is more smug than ever, his chiseled jawline accentuated by a condescending grin.
Without realising, I absentmindedly raise my colossal arms and start scratching my head like a mindless animal.
I form the word in my mind, ‘help!’. I try to force it out of my neanderthal lips, but instead, all that emerges from my lips is an unintelligible "OOK!" My voice echoes with a primal resonance, a sound that perfectly matches my transformed state. I am a creature of brawn and bellow, stripped of my former eloquence.
Chad looks at me, amusement dancing in his eyes. It's clear that he revels in the sight before him, finding delight in my reduced state. My attempts at communication only serve to reinforce his perception of me as a mindless brute, an object of entertainment rather than a fellow human being.
“Looks like we got another ‘stupid animal’ in the zoo.” Chad chuckles, flexing his biceps then looking at me, his brow furrowed. “Your words, not mine… I wonder if you can even form words now.”
Chad's voice cuts through the air, followed by a thunderous toot that escapes my rear end, filling the room with an odor that could knock out a rhinoceros. The sheer embarrassment of the moment intensifies as my body inflates with another layer of fat, expanding like an overinflated balloon.
Frustration bubbles up inside me, fueling an uncontrollable rage. I clench my meaty fists, brimming with newfound strength, and bring them crashing down upon my inflated chest. Each impact reverberates through the room, the force shaking the walls and rattling the very foundations of our shared living space.
"Boom! Boom!" I pound my chest like a wild beast, a display of primal dominance fueled by my growing frustration. With each strike, my body jiggles and quakes, the excess flesh rippling like waves in a stormy sea.
“Maybe in this new form you’ll finally fucking relax a bit, eh?” Chad laughs at me. “You dumb smelly gorilla.”
As Chad's condescending remarks fill the room, my frustration grows, fueling a fiery determination deep within me. But as he repeatedly refers to me as monkeyman, a smelly gorilla, dumb ape and other demeaning nicknames, something begins to change. Each time he utters those words, my mind seems to dim, a fog descending upon my thoughts.
Monkey. Gorilla. Ape.
The words swirl around in my head, distorting my perception, eroding the remnants of my former intellect. It's as if each utterance chips away at my brain, leaving me feeling increasingly primitive, reduced to base instincts and primal urges.
Chad's relentless mockery continues, his laughter ringing in my ears. I try to fight against the growing haze, to cling to the remnants of my identity, but the words penetrate deep into my psyche, embedding themselves within the very fabric of my being. With each repetition, my mind becomes muddled, my thoughts clouded by an overpowering animalistic presence.
Monkey. Gorilla. Ape.
The names echo within me, replacing the once vibrant and complex thoughts that defined me. My comprehension wanes. What is this big man taking about? He’s big… but not as big as me huhuhuhu. Fuck, I can’t stop scratching my rank pits.
I’m trying to talk to him, but my responses are now limited, reduced to grunts and gestures, a language stripped down to its most basic form. I try to speak but it’s just incoherent babbling, a crude approximation of communication.
Monkey. Gorilla. Ape.
Those words, once used in jest, now define my existence. Chad's relentless barrage of mockery has transformed me into the very creature he belittles. My mind, once sharp and filled with knowledge, now operates on a primal level, consumed by instinct and impulse.
As I gaze into Chad's eyes, I can sense his satisfaction. He has achieved what he set out to do—reducing me to a state of primitive simplicity. A smirk tugs at the corners of his mouth, a silent victory celebration for his conquest.
Monkey. Gorilla. Ape.
“How’re you feeling now, stupid fart monkey?” He smirks.
I scratch my head, staring vacantly at the intellectually superior being in front of me.
OOK OOK
Make me the fattest pup on Earth 🥵
Stories I Love (Part 2)
Again, nothing personal with the order listed here, it's mostly chronological. Tumblr doesn't like a ton of hyperlinks, so the list is in two parts. Here's Part 1.
Though, now is a good time to point out a few major gaps in this list. One, I don't care for celebrity, sports, or sweat/fart transformations very much, so that eliminates a few prolific authors. Two, some authors have much bigger websites elsewhere, like @2xskin or @takeovertales, and I haven't been consistent about favoriting works that could be found in two places. Three, a special shoutout to @piosantaibhseil's very long body swap series which would be tricky to link otherwise.
Also, a special shoutout-- I don't think my blog would have nearly as much of a footprint without @bodyswap-possession-shapeshift's valuable reblog contributions to this community. He remains one of the fastest and most consistent about showing support to all creators on his lists, and I hope he knows how much that support has been appreciated over the years.
By @deviantknight25 : Implanted Mutual to Cover Medal and Leaf Surfeit Changes Partner in Crime
By @transformhim : Learning His Lesson Fun with the Mimic Changing Work Roles The Devil Next Door Sauna Shenanigans
By @tfmybody : The Intern A Fortunate Theft
By @tf-lover : The Homo Bomb - Lewis Ashton 12th Hour The Way You Look Tonight
By @bodyhopper-files : Just A Dream Untitled 12/26/22 How I Transformed My Dad's Life Make Me
By @0ng0ingw0rk : Morning Adjustments Paradise
By @verus-veritas : Slipping Out The Halloween Costume Love Thy Neighbor Untitled 9/24/20 Hard Work Pays Off
By @shootingstarwritings : Beach Bummin' It Back Home Couples Therapy
By @swap-and-possessions : Passed Out Suit Cleaning Buy Low, Sell High
By @kylecrusoe-captions : Untitled 4/15/23 Untitled 10/21/22 Untitled 11/24/19
By @exploratorytfs : Power Exchange Special Weekend Swap Need to Study Free Market Series: Debts, Repossession, Ladder The Swap Booth From Twink to Daddy Swap Kink Accepted On Site Family Gatherings Join Them
By @noface-phantom7 : Possession: BEyond WILLing Bodysuit: Superior Dominic Bodyswap: It Only Feels Right Bodyswap: On Second Thought Bodysuit: Skin Salesmen Demons, Suits and Faces
By @fantasyvessels Don't Waste Your Youth Or Else Project Personal Drones III
By @joshslater : Very PT The Lost Year of Gain My Bully Manhood Exchange Foreign Exchange Another Kyle Eastern Tennessee Golden Years Untitled 6/10/19 Flesh Limited Equal Exchange Partystick Urgent Message Final Answer Wanted Crossdressing
You ever need some dumb pups to transform, corrupt or manipulate? 🐕
You winced as you asked the question, rubbing your neck in a vain attempt to assuage the soreness that had settled in from throughout the rough week.
"You okay, pal?" asked the scrawny, bowtied sitting across from you, before half unseating himself and stammering on. "We can call it quits for today, if you'd like. You look like you really hur-"
"No, it's fine!" you smiled in your best attempt at cordiality, but the pain in your neck made your voice sound a bit strained. "It's just been a long week is all. I've been very busy..."
Your sentence drifted off as you failed to recollect any distinct detail of the previous week, all of it coming to you in a rushed blur before another twinge of pain derailed the thought process entirely. You weren't unfit, and thus were quite used to the odd sprain or pulled muscle from your time at the gym, but it felt as though the discomfort manifested on an almost unbodily level, your massaging hands and careful stretching doing little to ease the pain. What was worse, you felt rather guilty for putting of helping your friend, now reseated and looking more concerned than ever.
"I understand," he spoke slowly, hesitantly, clearly thinking as he looked you over with an expression you might've taken for hunger if you didn't know he was deeply worried for you.
"You know," he pressed with a care that was obvious in his lilting, rhythmic tone, "I don't mean to tell you what's good for you, because, golly gosh, does it seem like you're in a way, but I might be able to help with some of my products."
The spindly figure stooped over to rifle through the leather satchel beside his chair, one you hadn't noticed before. It was not unlike an old-fashioned doctor's handbag, save for the messenger bag strap attached and the dozens of odd pins and patches attached. The clashing colors and icons, decorating the satchel with the hallmarks of a dozen odd internet fandoms you knew of, gave you the idea that your friend was a through and through nerd.
Why was that something you hadn't realized before?
From his button-up shirt to his thick glasses, he left little room for misinterpretation in that regard. Part of you wondered if he didn't usually tone it down a bit more, keep that side of himself hidden for whatever reason. When you couldn't recall, amidst the pain in your neck growing suddenly worse, you tried to recall how you first met and-
You yelped in pain, a vocalization that surprised you and seemingly caused the pain to temporarily dissipate once you stopped focusing on it. Your nerdy companion looked up from his bag, slightly wide-eyed, an undecipherable smile tugging at the edge of his lips.
"Did you just bark?" he asked, obviously bemused in some fashion or another.
"I... guess I did," you said with a smile of your own, though you couldn't be certain why it was there.
Quite suddenly, reality had taken on a dream-like quality, or perhaps things had already felt that way, with you just failing to notice. Your mind felt frothy, as if air bubbles had formed in all the strange little places you couldn't remember things from. What you were supposed to be doing today, why you knew so little about your friends, and where that darned pain in the neck had come from were each their own little cluster of fizz, between your ears, a notion that that would have alarmed you if it didn't feel so relaxing.
"I guess things are moving along faster than I expected they would," you friend smiled, the gleam in his glasses obscuring his eyes. "Why don't you stuff your mouth though. We don't want things to progress to quickly, do we?"
You weren't sure how to answer, having no context for what was being made, but while you contemplated what advancement was being made without your knowledge, your body obeyed orders unquestioned. Peeling the jockstrap from around your legs, the only clothing you'd been wearing to protect your decency for some reason, and tucking it into your mouth. You held the garment between your teeth, not filling your mouth per say, but occupying it in a way that felt strangely natural to you. The automatic nature of the response, in tandem with that bizarre sense of normalcy, alluded to a regularity that you were not conscious of.
Did you usual only wear a jockstrap? Did you often put it in your mouth? Was your friend normally party to these assumed regularities?
Nothing but thoughtless foam greeted your attempts at recollection, and growing used to your failure to remember anything of use in this context, the pain in your neck seemed to only subside further as you more readily accepted your not knowing. Instead you simply continued to gaze thoughtlessly, mindlessly, into the gleaming glasses still peering back at you, a smile beneath their glow being your only hint to the rummaging friend's response. He no longer bothered to look into the bag, fixedly holding your gaze as if the searching was nothing but a formality, an excuse to be there with you.
Why was he here in your home in the first place?
More bubbles.
Come to think of it, was this even your home?
A part of you wanted to look around, take stock of your environment, but there was a magnetic quality to that gleaming stare bearing back at you, holding your focus as if your were an animal being tempted by a treat. Something familiar about that idea rang clearly from across the emptiness expanding across your mindscape, and no sooner had you begun to mentally pull at that thread, brow furrowing in concentration from over your mouthed jockstrap, when a sudden exclamation from your friend drew your attention back to him.
"Ah ha!" he cried, easily pulling out a large book from the depths of his bag. "I found it!"
As strange as you felt, you had to concentrate to overcome a sudden sense of lightheadedness once the book had been plucked from your friend's bag, and once your eyes had focused, you managed to recognize a very familiar yearbook.
"That's mine," you mumbled from around your jockstrap.
"Are you certain?" the nerd sitting across from you questioned leadingly.
You were ready to assert your confirmation, but something about your friend's voice and that strange gleaming gaze made you second-guess yourself. You forced yourself to drag your eyes away from the glasses once more to inspect the book being handed to you. Taking it in your grasp, you became less certain. The name of the school seemed wrong, and the year might have been incorrect. Like most everything else from that evening, your brain was light on details, so you were suddenly certain you were uncertain, ironically.
Flipping it open, you found familiar faces, however, just slightly off. You didn't recall a teacher in such and such subject, and you could have sworn you had a best friend on this or that team. The real head-scratcher came when you turned a page and though you saw yourself, having glimpsed a picture out of the corner of your eye, but after hurriedly fixing your gaze upon it, the familiar face smiling back at you was from behind gleaming glasses.
"Yep, this is my yearbook!" the nerd spoke without your looking up, but you could almost swear he was speaking to you from the page. "Don't I look swell?"
You nodded politely, jockstrap swinging limply as it dragged across the page, but you felt more confused than ever.
"Don't fret too much though," your friend assured from the chess-club page. "You're still in it, you remember. You'll just have to find yourself in my book, since you lost yours."
You felt inclined to do as he said, ignoring a passing inkling that you had meant to be doing something other than taking a stroll down memory lane, and found yourself on the page for some weight-lifting club when your friend spoke up again.
"There you are!" he cheerily announced, pointing to a brawny figure on the page. "See?"
You saw the person he was pointing too, but he didn't seem all that familiar at first. In fact, you were more inclined to identify with the person beside him, holding a water bottle to the muscular young man's lips as he curled two dumbbells. Looking at this second student, however, it was easy to see who the scrawny eighteen year-old was, the caption listing his age and name. It was a name that was strangely familiar to you, granted, but the glasses peering back at you were unmistakable.
"It was always swell helping you in gym class," the spectacled figure dictated from the page. "I was never really good at the weight lifting, and kind of gave up on it after senior year, you recall. I even tried out for water polo once before giving up.
"But golly gosh were you great at lifting! You always had your paws full with those dumbbells, so I helped with by giving you food and water and taking care of you..."
The nerd continued to recall a history that seemed to populate itself in your mind as he spoke it, his words popping the air bubbles in your brain and replacing the space they'd previously occupied. Strangely, it felt as if the air, no longer anchored, simply continued to swell your mind, making it a slow and lethargic process to remember what your friend was talking about, but the longer you stared at the brawny figure he indicated as yourself, it was easier and easier for you to accept. You even mumbled a mindless, agreeing echo of what the nerd said from around your jockstrap.
"Weight lifting... senior year... paws full... take care of me..."
"That's right," the nerd confirmed. "You clung to me like a puppy, even though everyone else thought I was a bit of a pain in the neck."
Looking at the photo, you saw that your hair had been shorn short and trimmed into a tight, simplistic cut atop your head. Your arms were easily double the size of what you had been looking for previously, but seeing them now, they felt right. You flexed your biceps, shifting the book slightly, to feel that you still had the same old strength that you'd used to have, maybe even more. Surely you had worked out even more since school, so it would make since that you had only become more muscular, right?
"Puppy... pain in the-"
Another yelp loosened the jockstrap from between your teeth, and the nerd's lenses flashed from over the book.
"Oh, that's right," he said, more slowly than when he had been eagerly rambling on before. "The pain in your neck. We still have to get it the rest of the way out."
Your friend, his name going missing from your mind the moment he took the book back from you, proceeded to slot it back into the bag. As he did, your mind felt more solid, more actualized, than it had before, and the strange sense of false-reality began to lessen. From just looking at the nerd's bag alone, the pins from the school's old clubs and patches supporting the hometown teams seemed far more correct than they had previously. It was as if you'd been formerly seeing double, and now the two dueling images were coming back together, different than before.
Encouraged by the sense of continuity, you tried to recall what you had last been thinking as the nerd began idly rummaging again, what could have spurred on such progress. You had been talking, or rather listening, about your time in high school, weight lifting with your friend. Part of you wondered what you had done next, despite not recalling. You had been so close to your nerdy companion, it was hard to believe you had gone somewhere without him if you had tended to follow him around like a puppy.
"Ah hah!" your friend cried, pulling out another book intended with another of your strange senses of epiphany and sudden dizziness. "How about this?"
It was a scrap book this time, titled with the name of a college that momentarily seemed familiar to you before any recollections of it receded from your mental grasp. You opened it, and from the first page, a flood of nostalgia greeted you without any sense of why. Pictures of fellow students, a dorm room, a campus, and so much more seemed so familiar to you, yet you were in none of the photos. Instead, a familiar, spectacled face smiled back from every one.
"Brings back memories, doesn't it?" he sighed with pleasant wistfulness.
You didn't know whether to shack or nod your head, so you simply kept turning the pages. It took awhile, but eventually you were stopped again.
"Oh, there's one of you!" the nerdy pointed a scrawny digit at a particularly poorly lit photo.
It appeared that your friend hadn't wanted to be seen, or at the very least, he hadn't minded the photo being taken at a particularly remote location. He was laid out on the grass, on top of a picnic blanket, with dozens of books, ranging from class texts to tabletop roleplaying guides. He was facing a fence, however, and squinting at the picture, you could barely make out a bearded figure half-poised from the surrounding shrubbery with beast-like disregard.
"You were pretty rough around then," the nerd recalled, dismissive pity staining whatever perceptible sympathy he conveyed for the animalistic man on the other side of the fence. "I couldn't take care of you, since I couldn't keep you in my dorm. I snuck you food from the cafeteria when I could, though, and every day, you came back to fill your paws with the stuff and cram it down."
You found it strange, the way he spoke about this man, about you. The amazement that he had expressed about you in the yearbook had largely degraded to lackluster sympathy, as if the outsider he shared a photo with was his yesteryear's muddled attempt at charity. You'd seen from the other photos that the nerd had done well for himself, achieving academically while this bestial shadow of the past dogged in his footsteps for whatever meager nurturing he could be given.
"Rough..." you murmured, transfixed on the shadowy figure and the nerd's glasses peering back at him through the photo. "Take care of me... paws full..."
"Of course," your nerdy friend continued, flipping the page for you, "when I could eventually afford an apartment off-campus with my terrific grant money, you were a bit of a mess."
There were more photos of your and the nerd together, in a familiar apartment, one that you might've thought you'd rented by yourself. Seeing your friend's gleaming glasses in the photographs, however, you swiftly remembered who had been paying all the bills, and in each picture, you lumbered in the background, secondary, lesser. You looked particularly squalid as well, as if to suit the station.
You were clothed in tatters. Your body was etched with dozens of tattoos you hadn't seen in the photos in the last book. Your ear had been pierced, as if you were a simple tagged animal. Your hair had grown longer, despite still being shave to the top of your head. A burgeoning bear enveloped your jaw as well, giving you a neanderthalic impression that was only enhanced by the dull expression that wore in every single picture.
"You were a handful to train," the nerd laughed conspiratorially, though you distantly registered the feeling that the jibe was particularly one-sided. "Me and the other scholars from school always said you couldn't help it though, your mind being so empty comparatively speaking, but you were still a bit of a pain in the neck, simple beast that you were."
Your mind felt like it was swimming in the deluge of new information, all the while becoming increasingly slow from becoming so air headed from all the resolved bubbles, so you were hardly even aware as you oafishly murmured from around the jockstrap in a trance-like mantra.
"Paws full... mind empty... neck pain..."
You flinched from the twinge you experienced upon voicing your discomfort, though the soreness in your neck felt like a problem from a different lifetime. You were hardly even cognizant of the nerd recovering the book from your limp grasp, inserting it into the bag, and rummaging around once more, hidden eyes fixed glaringly on you. A distant part of you worried that the poor thing might fall apart, looking so tattered and worn, featuring animalistic scratches and bestial bitemarks. It looked as though it had been the chew toy of some simple beast.
Simple beast...
As you oafishly drooled into the already well-saturated jockstrap, you wondered why that notion struck such a chord in your increasingly unresponsive mind. You didn't have to think about it for long though, a relief considering that the process was dreadfully slow and difficult. In fact, you were happy to a near-primal degree when the nerd withdrew a new item from his back. Looking up at it, you were frustrated to see that it was a piece of paper, filled with those strange scrawling that the nerd liked reading so much. You had liked it much better when he was showing you pictures.
"Ah, there we are!" he cried successfully, looking down at you with an adoring smile. "You remember this, of course."
You merely panted uncomprehendingly from around the jockstrap, savoring the strangely tantalizing flavors within the fabric that you were suddenly becoming aware of. The document appeared to be certificate of some kind, that you could recognize, but your creeping gray-matter merely boggled at the sight of written information, sloughing off such literary investigations for greater minds. You had your paws full enjoying the jockstrap after all, particularly enjoying a salty undertone you hadn't registered before, and after all, your mind was famously, appropriately empty.
"You signed it at the beginning of this week," the nerd assured you, despite your having been capable of swearing that the inky hand-print now on the page was an actual signature before. "You had had enough and wanted so badly to give up all your stress and worries, even at the cost of your brains, and thus weren't even aware of having made a deal with yourself...
"Well, having made a deal with me," your better half cheerily cooed down to you, his lenses clearing to reveal a pair of familiar eyes, the same eyes you'd vow to having seen each day you looked in the mirror.
"We split things on a fifty-fifty percentile basis," the man spoke down to you with the sickly sweet tone. "I took the brains, the responsibility, the self-expectations, and other such important gifts of glory.
"And as you recall," he stooped down to tousle your hair, which you very much appreciated, "you are left with the past you would've had without me."
For a moment you thought that you considered this a bum deal, that you had been tricked through extraordinary circumstances, and that you might still have the ability to bargain to make yourself a complete person again. Yet, your poor mind was so overburdened by such a complex conception that the stray and final synapse that was capable of such contemplations couldn't handle the activity. Already heavily put-upon for having to traverse over the supposed torrents of your new past (rushing to fill the gaps in your mind) and through the swelling expanse of air-headedness (an evaporated former history's wake), the connection frayed like an electricity line, exploding in a brilliant spray of sparks before leaving your entire mind in the dark.
You hadn't realized when you'd stooped down onto your hands and knees, despite the nerd having begun to look down over you sense, but you now happily wagged your bare behind at having been spoken to so sweetly by the nerd, who you recognized as your leader, your alpha, your owner. Despite not being able to read it on the framed certificate being held pointedly before you, a legal document of ownership in black and white, you knew on a primal level that every part of you that you now were had been guided by every part of you that you were now not. Whether as part of the same person or as a kindly friend feeding you through the bars of a fence, you belonged to the nerdy half before you.
Maybe it was that former connection, having been the same person before, that allowed your new owner to smile in recognition at the glint of understand in your dull eyes, but it is also possible that he simply found you amusing, slapping your full erection against your muscular thighs with every eager wag of your rump. He slid the certificate into the same old bag that he had withdrawn it from, the bag that you now recognized as yours. It was the simple dog bag that contained your leash, your balls, your collar, and every other silly little canine commodity that filled your bestial mind, for only these tawdry playthings could be contained within the muddled mess of your mindscape any longer.
"Well, that's that," the nerd sighed satisfactorily, his rising from the seat once more putting in contrast how tall he towered over a lowly, dumb creature like you.
"I have some responsibilities to attend to, you'll recall," he jibbed down to you in a sweet tone of voice, making any negative connotation incomprehensible to your dull brain. "Since you've been left with the libido, be a good boy and keep your paws full and mind empty, you little pain in the neck.
"Oh, and jam that jockstrap in there good. I don't want any noise."
(This image was pulled from this blog. They're a great image source!)
This was a bit of a wild ride for me to write, and it took quite a bit of fun effort. I hope that it doesn't show, too much, that there were wide swaths were I had no idea what I was doing with it. I did like how many odds and ends I was able to tie up with it though!
Considering future asks for stories, I don't know if I will do more in the future. This was fun, but it was also a lot of work. If I do create more stories from asks, they will likely be a bit shorter.
Anyways, let me know what you guys think!
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⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ GayinBearston 6/8/2024
Have you ever been recommended an app by a friend and downloaded it without knowing exactly what it was supposed to have done?
Guilty as charged, but before you scroll past this comment, I’d like to say that I finally used the app as of today and was extremely surprised by the results. I was headed to the pride parade downtown late and was looking for something to do while waiting for the bus. Transit tends to slow down around here when there’s a big public occurrence happening, since the buses were running slow, my wandering eyes kept turning to the tantalizing little morsel that I was sharing the bus stop with: blue fur, pierced ear, skimpy shorts and cut-off tank top, and that’s not even mentioning the big collar he had around his neck. That’s how you know a guy’s into some kinky shit, even if everyone does a little extra for their get-up when going to pride. He wasn’t one of those hipster guys either. You could just tell that he came by his weird, counter-culture aesthetic totally naturally. The dude didn’t even have shoes on, showing off his big white-furred dogs for everyone to see.
All that to say, I needed something to look at to keep myself from staring at this delicious canine twink, but I’ve sort of been off of social media lately, because the world is sort of shit. I didn’t really want to check the news for the same reason. I’ll admit, I was a tad frantic as I was scrolling through the apps on my phone, so I sort of opened this one out of desperation. I did the usual logging in and creating an account. I couldn’t recall who recommended the app, so I just hoped that my info wasn’t going anywhere seedy. To the app’s credit, I haven’t received any odd messages or emails since signing up this morning, so that’s got to count for something.
If I was to be critical though, the opening of the app is rather confusing. The first thing you get after the log-in screen is an overwhelming slew of contacts that show up that was a bit overwhelming to parse out at first, especially since I didn’t remember what I was supposed to be doing with any of these names on a list anyway. I scrolled through a bunch, vertically wheeling through names beside a small profile picture, just to look busy. I came to the supposition that I was dealing with some sort of gay dating or hook-up app, likely the latter than the former due to the quick-and-easy approach the mass listing seemed to imply, and I did assume this was a gay app, as all of the listed persons seemed to look masculine in their icons.
In fact, I was surprised how all of the names had a profile picture. I mean, we’ve all been on those wham-bam gay apps where half of the profiles don’t even bother to show the user’s face. Every single name was beside a person’s face, however, even if a lot of them weren’t the best quality pictures. It was actually quite funny, considering how exacting most gay guys can be about their photos, that this app seemed to have a slew of shots taken of their subjects without smiles, from awkward lower angles, looking as if they had no idea their picture was being taken. The names were often a bit humorous too, as it seemed that no one used fictitious usernames, but unlike most sites without pseudonyms that often require a first and last name, everyone on this app seemed to prefer to use their first name, with the occasional nickname tossed in. It was humorous scrolling through a list of resting bitch faces or blurry angled portraits with names like “Chuck,” “Dennis,” or the occasional queer moniker like “Brookline” to break up the monotony. It was like getting a series of introductions from people in passing, not from someone that wants to meet you, almost like getting set up with another person through a stranger.
Out of curiosity, I sorted the list by radius. Again I have to give accolades, since this app is equipped with the ability to find the associated first names and cavalier pictures, pin-pointing their locations, and I was surprised to find a familiar face at the very top of the list. Looking back and forth from my phone to the blue canine seated in the bus shelter across from me, I was excited to learn that my mystery twink was on the app, as if placed there by fate. His head shot seemed to be taken when he was a few shots in at a bar somewhere, eyes already glazed over from the good time, but it was obviously him. I was double checking, opening the profile to see the photo better and be sure, but when I looked up from my phone, his eyes were already on me.
I was a bit startled, blushing a tad, but the wolf wasn’t at all awkward about the scenario. Actually, I found that he was quite the cute and extroverted personality, which only served to fan my burning attraction for him ever higher. He asked if I was headed to the pride parade, and I learned that he was too. We were both late, but we both agreed that the best of pride happened after the party really started happening in the clubs and bars. He actually asked if I wanted to join him, which I eagerly accepted, and that is how I learned his name was “Mana,” same as in the app.
Curiosity drove me further, and I asked if he was online much, hoping to pry up information about the app without directly exposing how little I knew about it. If he knew about it though, it certainly wasn’t what he was eager to talk about. He brought up his own social media accounts, from the sites I was happily taking a break from, and shared what he got up to on there. I correctly assessed he was a kinky little minx, as he confirmed as such while telling me all he posted about, and while I was sorely tempted to sign back up to the old sites to see his mincing behind in action, I glanced once more down to the profile I had opened. I was impressed by the accuracy of the information present.
Mana? Check. He/him? Presumably. Gay? Most definitely! The description bio even begged his personality fairly well in the bulleted list of “short,” “bubbly,” and “paws.” I found the last descriptor funny yet appropriate, given the way he swung those big puppies around, constantly squirming into new cross-legged positions on top of the bench while gabbing on about his latest posts. Most anyone was bound to notice his pointed lack of shoes, the soft and pink underside of his sizable soles, and the way he unconsciously showed them off. I was even treated to a photo of his rosy beans in the bio, an added picture as if to punctuate the bulleted point. Looking at the clear shot, I bit my lip in desperate arousal despite myself, trying to appear interested in the wolf’s story.
The one feature of the app that remained a mystery to me was the massive button now at the bottom of my screen, labeled “zonk!” I admit to feeling a bit embarrassed, reading “zonk? And not knowing what was intended at all, and hearing Mana talk about all his online savvy interactions, I was just a bit worried that he might see me as a little out of my depth. I reasoned that, perhaps, “zonk” was this app's way of posting or notifying someone else of my interest in them, and taking a bit of risk in that notion, I pressed the button. At the worst, I’d be confirming that we were on the same page, the wolf and I, and that he’d know I was attracted to him. It seemed an important confirmation, given how sociable he was, and perhaps my interest in him was interpreted as friendly instead of a bit more so.
I expected the wolf to get a notification, pause in his breathless excitement about posting, look up at me, and perhaps give some sort of cheeky or flirty remark that’d give me the go ahead. At the very least, I’d hoped he would look up from his phone. What I hadn’t predicted, however, was for the wolf to pause in conversation mid-word, quickly flashing from bemused conversation to confusion and then a blissful smile that split his muzzle all in about the span of a second. His eyes became dazed, like in his profile picture, except when I looked at them closely, I saw strange shimmering colorations of pink and yellow swirling over his whites. His phone was robotically deposited by his side on the bench, left entirely unattended as he sprung to his feet. Hands at his side, feet firmly beneath him, ears perked, and tail rigidly stuck out behind him, Mana looked more like a coat rack than a wolf for how stiffly he stood.
The effect was uncanny, like if my conversation partner had just turned into one of those golden street performers out of nowhere. I asked him what was wrong but received no response. Mana simply continued to stare off into nothing, which made me just a tad fearful that he was having a bit of an episode. Otherwise I might not have tried to reach out and shake him a bit by the shoulders, and yet I still received no sort of answer. Worried, I looked to the phone in my hand, about to call for some help, when I saw that the screen for this app had changed.
Now decorated with a pink and yellow background, a giant spiral took up the upper half of the screen, titled with the words “Total Control.” Looking from the color scheme to the eyes of the wolf before me, matching the rosy and egg yolk shades from one to the other just as I had with the profile picture before, I began to realize that I had somehow affected the blue canine. Granted, it wasn’t exactly a smooth transition from wanting to call an ambulance to further exploring the app. I don’t want it to sound like I’m heartless or anything. I snapped my fingers in front of his face a few times, waved a hand before his eyes, and even called his name while scrolling, but he only continued to smile that same dopey smile.
All the while, I was finding some really interesting stuff in this app. By and large, everything was sorted between two sections, reality and memory. Not understanding this categorization at first, I arbitrarily picked reality. Inside were countless options, but if I were to offer another slight critique, I once again found myself overwhelmed and entirely uncertain how I was meant to interact with the list before me. On it were things about clothing, muscle, brains, and even dicks. There were sliders, toggles, switches, or even places to simply insert whichever own numbers I wished, whatever that’d do. Just wanting to experiment, I gave “muscle” a cursory tap, perused the baffling options available, and slid a slider.
A prompt appeared:
Set to “small” Y/N?
With a shrug, I selected “Y.”
Immediately, Mana’s stiffly stood body began to change. It was apparent that the blue wolf went to the gym, as despite his slender form, his arms and legs had the tight musculature of a man that keeps himself in shape with diligent exercise. His short tank tap teased a slight set of abs, and just the briefest suggestion of pectoral muscles made themselves apparent through the tight shirt. From the moment I pressed that “Y,” though, those slight yet noticeable developments began to shrink away as if never there. In their place, the wolf was left with svelte, noodle-like appendages. His torso was shapeless, smooth, and moldable. All at once, I recognized the beaming wolf as a blank canvas, myself as the painter.
Sure, I was a bit worried for what was happening to this Mana guy, but surely he had to do something to get on this app, like download it himself or something. At least, that was the reasoning I used while hurriedly scrolling through the rest of the options. If I’m being entirely honest with myself, I suppose that I just found the idea of toying with this hot twink irresistibly hot. After all, I had only just met the dude. It wasn't like I was betraying any great trust, and surely I could just turn him back to normal later, right?
With that thinking guiding me, I burst into the “memory” category without shame. The options in this section were just as numerous as they were in the other section, except while the other seemed to all be quantified by their association with some physical change, these viable alterations were all a tad bit more existential. “Relationships,” “language,” and “ethics” were all selections up for grabs, for instance, presumably with the idea that I could alter any of the wiring in Mana’s noggin’ with just the simplest flick of a user-interface switch.
Drawn in by a tab labeled “background,” I clicked on it and scrolled for a ways, surprised by all that was offered. I could make the twink believe he’d always been a dime-a-dozen garbage collector. The memories of a naughty college professor could also be siphoned right into his brain. The options weren’t even limited by my imagination, it seemed, with only the underlying theme of titillation as a guide for the selection available. There were a number of options that I had never even thought of as hot before, until I considered inflicting them on the helpless wolf before them. The sexual power rush was fantastic!
Eventually, I simply settled on the simple option of stripper, however. I think I was just a bit too embarrassed to select anything else off of the bat, but I was very much excited by the notion of seeing more of the cute little wolf’s body. When I pressed the button on the touch screen, I was given the same prompt as before, and after selecting the “Y.” I was already practically drooling as I looked up from the screen, hoping to see the blue canine already shaking his nude behind, yet Mana remained ramrod still, smiling in passive ignorance of what I was trying to do to him.
Disappointed, I looked back down to the screen to find that another prompt had flashed onto the screen:
Test mode?
Holding my breath in excitement, heart hammering in my chest, I selected “Y” once more. At once, Mana shook as if he was affected by an electric shock, a spasmodic wriggle starting at his feet and working its way all the way up to that smiling head before leaving him in the same rigid state as before. His grin stretched even more stiffly across his face than before, eyes even more wide open. Then, he began to relax. His stance took on a sauntering lean, favoring one leg as he sensually laid a paw on his hip. The big goofy expression from before became a half-lidded, his smile now a suggestive simper.
Then came the talk. Oh boy, let me tell you, the cute and friendly wolf I’d met at the bus stop was entirely different. Now, I was face to face with an experienced tantalizer. He asked me all the right things, like if I was excited to see him and if I thought he could handle a “big boy” like me. He told me that I was the sexiest guy he’d ever seen around, that he’d love to see me in a back room some time. His voice was a hot and heavy purr that reached my ear like a sticky warm front, and that might give you an idea of how my pants were holding up while I sat on the bench across from him.
When the actual show began, my enjoyment was already plainly apparent. I gasped as those big white-furred hands of his plucked at the strap of his tank top, easily tugging it up over his head and from his torso to expose all his sumptuous white chest fur. The musculature that’d been hinted at before, from the way the shirt had clung to his body, was gone in place of a soft and sensual form, almost feminine in nature. Then, after chiding the way my hungry eyes devoured his exposed form, Mana’s furry white digits dug into the waistband of his pants. I audibly groaned in excitement as the wolf slowly, ever so slowly, peeled away the tight shorts.
From the way they clung to the wolf’s form, I wasn’t expecting any surprises, if you catch my drift, which is why I was all the more surprised when the pants were removed from the canine’s groin. Lurching suddenly into view, as if by spring action, was an enormous knotted schlong. Mana, knowing he’d impressed his audience with the slow unveil, smiled while I took in the massive cock that was now pointing directly at me, the only item still remaining in ramrod stiff trance on his personage. I suppose for a boy with feet bigger than his head, I shouldn’t have been surprised, yet all the same, I was overwhelmed by the concept of having such a morsel under my control. The raw sexuality of this boy was already extraordinary. Having him in the palm of my hand, well so to speak, felt like I was having the most erotic dream of my life at that moment.
Perpetuating his coy and dainty persona, now imprinted into his mind with a lifetime’s experience of being a sight for men’s enjoyment, he asked me if there was something I liked seeing as he kicked the shorts around his sizable feet aside. Regaining my domineering cool, I gave a sneering smile and a confident nod. Mana seemed to take that as a challenge, however, and as I took in his visage, wearing nothing but that silly collar around his neck with a bone-tag clinking from the front, he approached with a sensual swagger of his feminine hips. Before I knew what was happening, his enormous cock was pressed against my gut, his butt was in my lap, and with a pretty apparent sign of where my own member was within my pants, the wolf began to moan and grind his behind against my crotch.
Boys, I was in absolute heaven. I’ll admit, it was a good several minutes before I even bothered to look at the darned app again. The wolf’s technique was a testament to the quality of the smutty training that’d been zapped into his noggin, and my little soldier sang from the experienced attention it was receiving. It was only when I leaned forward to partake of the blue canine’s panting muzzle that I was denied, with Mana coyly shooing me away in a playfully naughty tone. For all the memory of pleasuring men that’d been put into his head, he was still playing out a role, and there were limits that most every good stripper followed. I wasn’t allowed to kiss, to touch, or to grope, despite my trying. Each attempt was met with the same measured, good-natured denial, yet while I couldn’t stay too frustrated with the wolf’s imposed boundaries as I curiously explored them, my thoughts wandered to the app that artificially imposed them with the role I’d selected.
Returning my attention to the screen still in my hand, a dubious notion formulating in my mind, I asked if I'd be allowed to touch if I punished Mana for not letting me have what I wanted. The domineering flirtation was taken with a demure fluttering of the eyes and a poignant grind at my lap, and the wolf breathlessly queried what a big boy like me might do to punish a sexy little thing like him. Entering the panel for memories once more, I offered that I could make the canine make a total fool of himself, heap hilarious humiliations on top of his head. Mana coyly chuckled, asking how I’d do that to a helpless boy like him, playing into the bit. Unfortunately for him, the playful threat was entirely earnest. I’d perused the menu once more and was intrigued by the choice of “streaking.” Before even bothering to give the fresh stripper a response, I tapped the button, then “Y,” then “Y” once more for a second test mode.
Another electric shock struck Mana from the bottom up, wide eyes and wide smile appearing and disappearing before an expression of wild desperation coated the face of the wolf on my lap. The calm and subtle movements had melted from his physical vocabulary. His chest heaved excitedly, as if he were in the midst of a cardiac event, and I could almost hear his heart thumping from where he sat on top of me. His eyes remained wide, crazed, just as his smile did, despite the grin taking on a nervous twist. The smell of an anxious sweat reached my nose with a musky pungence.
In the half second we each stared at each other, I waited to see if there was any difference, and just as I was about to say something to see if the wolf was alright, Mana shouted loudly while thrusting his impressive manhood in my face. At first I didn’t understand what he’d said, as he’d yelled it so quickly, but I smiled to notice the bright red blush that’d overtaken his face. With a cool smile on my face, I asked what the canine had said, and he repeated himself at the same volume and the same lewd thrust, his member now a mere inch from my face. He was asking if I saw his big dick.
Laughing, I answered that I did see his dick and commented that it was very close to my face. Mana moaned orgasmically at the reply, shaking his hips so as to flop his sizable erection up and down and occasionally slapping it across my chest. With a great big perverted smile, he apologized for being such a dirty boy that loved showing off his huge nasty “wanger,” to which I calmly replied it was fine, that I was used to seeing weirdos on the street like him sometimes. My especially mild and frank response seemed to incite further elation within the wolf as he began to fully helicopter his knotted member, pinwheeling it in front of my face like a manic ferris wheel before lunging off of my lap and onto the sidewalk between the bust stop benches, landing in a hilarious wide-legged pose.
Howling and hooting in joy, the pathetically ecstatic grin never leaving his face, the wolf proceeded to shout about how he enjoyed showing off his massive dirty knot. It was quite the performance, watching him walk side to side like a crab, waggle his dick about like a monkey that’d found a new toy, and mindlessly hump the air in cross-eyed ecstasy. It was just a shame that no one really seemed to be around to see the show besides myself. It seemed everyone in this particular neighborhood was already downtown for the parade and festival, leaving Mana to conduct quite the one-on-one exposure show.
And as much as I liked the perverted pleasure Mana seemed to take in showing me his massive hog, it struck me how out of place such a masculine member was on his freshly feminized body. Sure, it was hot to see him swing it around, as if driven by the outsized organ’s ability for pleasure versus his own petite form and refined impulses, but that devilish itch for exploration struck me once more. I looked down to my app once more, amused at how this seemed to only cause the wolf to shout louder and become even more rambunctious in his self-humiliations to win back my attention, and navigated to the “reality” section again. Within it, I recalled the location of an option dick size. With a wicked grin, I slid the presented scale to its lowest setting and was about to press the “Y.”
That’s when I heard a screeching sound that rose above the repeated, pleading chant from Mana for me to look at his “naughty pee pee.” Looking up from my phone, I saw that the bus had finally arrived. Between my phone and the wolf’s boisterous attention-seeking, I hadn’t heard it pull up, but now I saw that the transport was packed with rainbow decorated hunks and scantily clad twinks, a whole slew of furry faces that were now gawking out the windows and at the blue canine making an absolute ass of himself. Meanwhile, Mana himself seemed to pause mid-helicopter at the notice from his new audience, his dimming blush growing exponentially brighter.
Everyone seemed to stare at one another, the bus held to a full halt beside the shelter Mana and I attended despite the door not even opening yet. Perhaps the driver was locked in the same gob-smacked ogling as the rest of us were. Frozen in the same tense moment as everyone else, I think my phone simply slipped to tap the “Y” button against my finger. I couldn't say for certain, though I can’t say as I was displeased with the results, as before everyone’s eyes, and most everyone had their eyes in the same place, Mana’s enormous cock began an immediate change. Like a marshmallow in a vacuum, the massive member suddenly retreaded into its base, knot and all. It was as if I was watching a magic trick, which is what I imagine the effect was for everyone else on the bus too. Now you see it. Now you don’t. One moment a huge schlong was throbbing lewdly from the wolf. The next, there was a petite nub that looked more like a jacket button on his crotch.
Mana gaped down at his groin, his blush growing even brighter if that was even possible. It must have been quite the mental blow, watching your impressive endowment, a notable bragging point, shrink away before your very eyes. The audience aboard the bus seemed to love it though, as if they’d just watched some lewd sort of performance art. Some cheered. More than a few wolf-whistled or cat-called from the opened windows. A majority simply laughed though, myself included.
I don’t know what caused the bus door to open at that time, especially since the widening doors revealed a driver that looked just as surprised as I was at the development, but it seemed to be exactly the nudge Mana needed. His flagging smile of embarrassment rose once more to full mast, though it was hard to say if the same could be said for his member given the size, and he bounded towards the steps of the bus. He loudly proclaimed that he was a naughty little boy that needed a ride, all while calling out in the most infantilizing lisp. The bus roared with laughter at the conceit, and the flustered driver failed to close the door before Mana’s massive feet were past it. Stammering out a meager reply, I could just barely make out something about the wolf needing a shirt and shoes to ride. Mana moaned shamefully at the rejection, causing another uproar of jeering and lewd laughter, saying that he was just a little-dicked nudie boy, even attesting to having the fair if the driver would let him on.
Before the driver could protest, the wolf was already foolishly attempting to slot his coin-sized dicklet into the meter at the front of the bus. Everyone howled with laughter at this pathetic display. One jeering stud offered that Mana wouldn’t have enough change with that little quarter. Another twink quipped that he was at least a dollar short. Even the driver couldn’t help but smile at the obscene self-deprecation that the blue canine was committing to before him. Eventually swayed by the cuckolding comments that a pathetic little boy like him would never have enough for the fare, however, Mana withdrew his little stub from the console, now smeared with his pathetic juices, and exited the bus with a whimper. Both him and I watched as the bus drove off, the whole of its passengers waving taunting goodbyes and sneering flirtations as they went down the road.
Panting and puffing in excitement, I was amazed to hear the wolf continue to murmur deprecations to himself, about what a naughty little boy he was and how silly he was for not even being able to count to the right fare. His whole angle of self-humiliation seemed to shift to a belittling state of fantastical regression, treating himself as a young and helpless boy in the body of a man. Thinking on this, however, I reasoned that, as hot as that notion was, the twink before me hardly had the body of a man any longer, and perhaps he was right to think of himself as an immature boy to some degree. The element of humiliation was simply factual, for how smooth and nubile his body was, for how prepubescent and small his little dicklet remained even when erect. To make the element of humiliation even more complete, he’d need to belittle himself even further, and thinking on the soft form he’d taken without muscles, the mincing way he’d sashayed as a stripper, and the notably lack of manhood he now puffed and panted over, I began to have a conception of what direction I might take.
Driven by that same mischievous curiosity as before, I delved deep into the app to see what I could find. In reality, I was pleased to see that there was an option for fur color. With a tap of the screen, the wolf’s hue began to change. The rosy blush on his face seemed to spread all over his body, fur turning purple, before giving over completely to a bright and blossoming powder pink shade. Mana seemed intrigued by this transformation, but I didn’t wait for him to respond in full, as he glanced over his new bubblegum-tinted coat. I’d found options in “clothing” that I simply had to try.
Before Mana could say a word, a fat violet pacifier found its way into his muzzle. Blushing ever further and looking down cross-eyed at the new addition, he barely had time to keep up as a thick set of pastel mittens and booties wrapped themselves around his hands and feet respectively, cinched tight so as to discourage his removing them. Still wriggling his digits from within, an enormous baby bonnet of the same shade engulfed his head, giving the infantilized streaker the humiliating visage of a little lost sissy, trying to catch the bus home with her dicklet in the wind.
Mana’s shocked and bashful expression as he took his new outfit was enough to send me into a fit of laughter, which of course returned his attention to me. He obviously enjoyed the notice I was giving him, as his pathetic little pink pecker dribbled a pitiful dollop of precum when he laid eyes on me. I think he tried to re-engage his self-deprecating ramble in an attempt to humiliate himself further, but it all came out as baby babble anyway when shouted from around the sizable rubber nipple. His embarrassed, shame-ridden grin was impossible to misread however, and his lapse in adult speech gave me the most fun idea.
While I cooed at the wolf, taunting him for being such a cute baby girl while hoping I could be heard over his sorry moans, I relocated an option I’d passed up earlier within the clothing option. At once, a crinkling sound was heard, and when I looked up from my phone, the pink sissy wolf before me was no longer showing off her little pathetic dicklet. Instead, a thick bulk of padding stretched between the canine’s legs, a pretty pink diaper hiding any petite trace masculinity Mana had left to tout. The wolf moaned and yowled helplessly from behind his pacifier at this development, pathetically rubbing the front of his diaper with both mittened hands in a likely fruitless attempt to stimulate himself from under all that thickness. I doubt that he would have felt anything from under all that padding, least of all his little nub, but I encouraged him for being such a good and shameless little sissy. It was praise Mana took in stride, rubbing his new padding as so fiercely as to cause the entire bulk to shake, shimmy, and crinkle.
Despite the utter humiliation he put himself through, the look of desperation in the wolf’s eyes struck me. It occurred to me that despite how simply and vulgarly Mana sought after his pleasure, it was still a conscious action that he was choosing to take. Unlike how an unthinking infant might seek stimulation, this man had the understanding of his anatomy to know that his little dicklet was throbbing underneath all that infantile mass, and that the diapers themselves were a hindrance to his joy. He knew that he was humiliating himself by trying to usurp these arbitrary obstacles that were being used to belittle him for pleasure, but I wondered what it might be like to have a subject that couldn’t make such a distinction, that was just as infantile minded as the wolf before me was adorned.
Looking once more into the app, the reality section, I found it, just the option I had in mind. Just as there’d been a choice to set his muscle and dick to “small,” here too was a toggle for switching his brain to the same size. Looking from the buffoon blathering and drooling behind his pacifier to the interface on my phone, tempting me to worsen the wolf’s affliction, it seemed a severe option. Previously I’d reduced his muscles, but those could grow back. I’d given him experience as a stripper, but that was just work, maybe even only a side-gig in his mind. Sure I’d given him a compulsion for public nudity, but everyone is a bit kinky. He could have all that baby stuff taken off of him as easily as I’d put it on, the pink fur could be fixed with a good dye job, and really, I think the dick thing could be laughed off if he was the pillow princess I’d originally assumed he was.
But the idea of reducing a man’s brain, I didn’t know how that would affect him in the long run, which is perhaps another small critique I’d offer for the app. Like, does anyone know what would happen if I shrunk a dude’s brain and then brought it back up to size? Would he regain everything he lost? Is that a reliable feature?
I wouldn’t know. By the time I selected that option, groping my pants as I did, I was given another prompt to select what was to be left bouncing around in the wolf’s empty brain. I searched out and selected a few keywords from a list: diapers, dumb, padded, pink, and sissy. Then just as soon as I hit the button, my screen froze. A few interstitial pop-ups had flashed up on the screen the moment the app gave out on me, and none of them exactly reassured me. “Error,” “this is permanent,” and a number of pink spirals all showed up in duplicate.
Looking up from my phone, I saw once more that Mana had gone rigid. He’d been excitedly shaking his pink diaper in my direction, showing off his humiliation while using the corner of the bus shelter as an impromptu stripper pole. I almost regretted missing the show, as now he looked back at me with a familiar frozen smile and wide-eyed stare full of spirals. I attempted communication, calling his name a few times, but he gave no response. All the while, his body seemed to tense up further as his diapers began to change. A pattern of rosy spirals began to fade into view all over the pink plastic, and the wolf began to grunt and moan from around his pacifier, despite holding impossibly still. The spirals appeared more and more solid, the longer I waited and the louder Mana grunted. I almost debated getting help again, though I didn’t know how’d exactly help in a scenario like this, but just when Mana’s grunted was growing to its apex volume, the wolf managed to shout the strangest words from around his pacifier:
“Make big poopies, Daddy!”
Then all at once, a loud burst of flatulence echoed from the presented pink bottom. A wet squelching sound was audible. The rounded bottom of pink plastic bulged in a single unseemly lump at the back, protruding from the rest of the inoffensive curvature. A rank smell filled the shelter. The app on my phone unfroze, and a single notification was left in the middle of the screen: brain emptied and reformatted, size reduced.
Mana, apparently, had just shat out his brains.
Once finished, Mana carried on more or less as he had before, but any intelligence in those swirling eyes of his were gone. As he continued to rub at those pretty pink sissy diapers of his, it was clear there was nothing else going on upstairs beyond the keywords I left him with. At one point, he even used the diapers further, adding a swelling tinge of yellow to the pink spirals on his diapers so as to match the swirls in his eyes as well.
The only change in the wolf was how’d he’d managed a new dexterousness with his babbling mouth, spouting the same sort of humiliating dribble he’d been pleasuring himself to before, but this time, instead of his simple mind managing anything about his shrunken little dicklet, he now gabbed about how much he loved his diapers and his daddy. From the way the little pitiful sissy looked at me, the most empty-headed expression of lust and affection, whenever he used the word, it was hard not to assume that I was the newly infantilized canine’s “daddy.” I have to admit, the thought made my pants grow even tighter than they had been previous, and that’s saying a lot.
I investigated the app further, but the options menu I’d been presented with previously was gone. I could reopen it in Mana’s profile, but I assume I would have to start from scratch if I wanted the original guy back, if that was even the original to begin with. I write that because, when I opened Mana’s profile again, it asked me to take a new picture of the wolf before doing anything else. I did so, though it was an awkward and poorly angled shot that I couldn’t even get the dumb sissy to look at the camera for, and when I saw what was left in the profile, the keywords had changed to what I’d put in as keywords: Diapers, Dumb, Padded, Pink, Sissy. Thinking back to his original profile, I’m wondering if this guy hadn’t already run afoul of the app, for how huge the twink’s feet and cock were, and who’s collar is around his neck anyway?
At any rate, I’m out at the clubs downtown, enjoying pride with my new pink tag-a-long. It was a trick getting him onto the next bus, but wrapping his old musky shorts over his collar as a makeshift bib counted as enough of a shirt, I guess. The booties made for an excuse as shoes. Honestly, everyone on the bus thought he was so funny and pathetic that they likely would’ve let him in just his diaper, and all the while, Mana loved the attention, rubbing his used diapers to the coos and jeers he got throughout the whole ride. Any time anyone asked as to where we were going or what we were doing, he’d babble on about how big of a sissy he was, how much he loved his diapers, and how he loved doing whatever his daddy told me. I was complimented for having such a cute sub on multiple occasions and was even called “daddy” by someone other than the pink wolf a few times.
I didn’t hate it…
Remembering the online presence Mana had previous chatted about and not knowing what else to do, I sent the picture I’d taken for the app to his phone and sent it to all of his contacts, hoping someone more internet-savvy than me could make it his profile picture going forward, in case I don’t change the dumb sissy back. Watching him enjoy all the attention in the kink club I ended up taking him to with me, I’m honestly not sure I’ll bother. He’d filled out his diapers several times since we’ve arrived, and the boys in for pride only think of more ways to humiliate the little morsel. Honestly, I think the app might be the one of the best things that ever happened to the pitiful boy/girl, and their new daddy isn’t too displeased either!
TLDR: If you’re looking for a wild way to kill time, I can’t recommend this app enough.
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Happy Pride Month!
Wow, I got this one done in a blur for how fun it was to write! I hope I can keep this streak going! For now though, I'd like to give a big thanks to ManaOzyFolf for letting me work on this commission. It really was a blast! It reminded me a lot of my roots on Tumblr, writing in OC's and sort of facilitating a play-space to live out fantasies. It helped loads that he was willing to detail what bits to focus on and let it all be based on a previously commissioned piece.
I hope to do more work like this again soon! What do you folks make of it?
This fat dad and son duo deserve to get turned even fatter and slobbier, so much so that they lose sight of their dicks
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Mark and his son Keith had always been close, they both acted alike, had similar interests in Hawaiian shirts, and had a fondness for food. Keith was his father's son and idolized him, and everyone who met them always saw remarked on how close they were. Although recently their relationship had begun to become strained. Keith was going to be going to college in a few weeks, and Mark couldn't bare the thought of his son leaving. His boy had never been out on his own. Despite this, Keith seemed to insist he be allowed to. Mark didn't like it, but could never refuse his son. So he planned a little trip for them to celebrate. "Disney World?!" Keith's face lit up as Mark nodded enthusiastically, "Yep, just you and me little buddy." Keith pulled his father into a hug, "Thanks Dad! You're the best father in the world." He obviously couldn't contain his enthusiasm. Neither of them could, and soon they had packed their bags and gone on a trip to the Magic Kingdom together. Mark felt a bit sad, that this might be the last time they'd spend together until Keith went off to college, but if his son was happy, then he was too. After they arrived and checked into their resort together, they proceeded to go on as many rides as they could, just like old times. They checked out all the restaurants. They were both feeling great. Mark only wanted his son to feel happy. Keith, meanwhile, wanted to stay forever with his dad, though they could only stay for three days. After they went back to their room though, they had no idea what was about to happen to them. The next morning they both woke up starving, their guts gurgling. "Sounds like you're hungry today." Mark joked, before his own stomach rumbled, "Hehe, so do you." Keith chuckled. "How about we check out the buffet today?" He said, as he and his son made their way to the resort's cafeteria. There was all kinds of food, Mark and Keith couldn't help but drool as they looked at it. Soon their plates were piled high, and the two were chowing down, their stomachs swelling up. "Unf, dad this food tastes so good!" Keith said with his mouth full, as his dad nodded in agreement. Both of their shirts had begun to get tight on their already chubby bodies. Once their meal was finished, they rubbed their stomachs, groaning in relief. They didn't know they could be that hungry or eat so much. They looks slightly fatter too. Afterwards they had decided to go to the Adventureland part of the park today, as they always used to. Though after the Enchanted Tiki Room, Mark noticed Keith seemed bored, "You ok son?" He asked, as Keith sighed, "Yeah, just wanted to do something else today." Mark was concerned, but tried to be supportive, "Well, you know you're an adult now, you don't have to follow me around if you don't want." Keith seemed shocked that his dad would let him, and a bit reluctant, "You sure dad?". His father nodded, "Go on son, have fun." He chuckled, trying to cover up how sad he was as his son slowly, and hesitantly walked away and the two parted, with Mark sighing and going off on his own himself. As Mark waddled down the streets of Adventureland, missing his son, he began to feel strange, heavier somehow. Well they had been eating a lot it seemed. But this was different. It was like he was swelling, ballooning up with gas. He grunted, a fart rippling between his cheeks as he took a sip of his tiki drink, belching soon after. Embarrassing as it should've been, he thought it felt oddly liberating, even natural. He took a few more sips, his stomach bulging a bit more as he belched. His shirt was straining under the new mass, and with one more slip, it suddenly popped. "Whoops! URRRP!!" He belched in surprise, chuckling a bit. Was he drunk? He wasn't sure, but it felt strangely good. He belched again, scratching his big jiggly belly as he continued on.
Meanwhile, nearing the border between Adventureland and Main Street U.S.A., was Keith, who seemed to be feeling heavy with guilt, and food. He wasn't sure how he'd gotten so fat, but his biggest focus was on his dad. He felt bad about wanting to leave him behind, not wanting him to be sad. He only wanted to make him smile. But he also felt obligated to leave, being an adult now. His wished he could be a child again and spend more time with his dad. As his gut seemed to grow, he began to feel hot, having to take off his rapidly shrinking Hawaiian shirt. He blasted a loud fart and fanned the air in disgust. Somehow he was feeling hungry. Fortunately he saw a nearby vendor and licked his lips, eager to fill his newly expanding gut.
He wasn't aware his father had already shed his shirt, having gotten too fat and sweaty. He was belching and farting constantly as he waddled around, unsure of where he was going. He was completely drunk now it seemed, giggling with each burp and fart. He thought he recognized the area. It was near Pirates of the Caribbean wasn't it? He belched again and chuckled, thinking he could maybe ride it himself. As he got on the ride, his loud gas drowned out most of the sounds and narration, but there was something peaceful about being in the water like this. But soon the boat suddenly stopped, and a big, burly hand helped him out. "Yarr, ye got the body and stench of a real pirate sir! Howsabout you join our crew here?" He heard him say. Mark chuckled, belching again, "Sounds good to me! BURRRP!! FRRRRRTT!!!"
Back in Main Street U.S.A., Keith was stuffing his face, getting himself fatter and fatter. It seemed they were lining up to feed him in fact. "This food is-umf- SO GOOD! BWORRRP!! What's all this for?" The vendor in front of him chuckled, "Well there's a parade about to start, so we had to be here in advance to feed people, but you've probably diminished most of our stock." Keith was embarrassed a bit, especially as he heard a loud RIP, feeling the seat of his pants give out under his weight, making the other men chuckle at him. "URRRP! Uh, sorry fellas." Keith apologized, "No worries. Although, there is a way you can make it up to us, especially since you're so good at making us laugh." Keith was curious, and the vendor led him to a make-up and costuming tent. Soon he found himself being stripped, revealing just how massive and blubbery he now was. "Jeez, you're massive. The only thing that'll fit you is the clown costumes." One of the costumers laughed, pulling a humiliating jester outfit off the rack, and forcing it on Keith. Finally, Keith's clown make-up was done. "You look great tubby, now get out there and entertain them!" Keith was embarrassed at first, but soon found himself enjoying the attention, making people laugh, bouncing around, his whole body jiggling in the form-fitting suit.
After several hours, Keith and Mark reunited back at their room, shocked by how massive they both now were, as well as their mutual news of both having gotten jobs at the park. Now they'd never have to leave, and could stay as long as they wanted together. They were both overjoyed.
Keith was now a big, fat clown, loving embarrassing himself and making other people laugh. He'd bounce, fart, burp, and roll down the streets during parades, blowing balloons with his farts, pieing himself in the face, all to the amusement of others. He was nearly 300 lbs heavier than when he first came to the park, and far to fat to leave even if he wanted. Besides, they fed both him and his father for free.
Meanwhile for Mark, he'd become a drunken oaf, not really fit for being around kids, but at his size and lack of hygiene, they had him working at Pirates Of The Caribbean as a performer too. A big, fat, dirty pirate, prone to belching, flatulence, and drinking grog constantly. He'd stopped bathing, largely because he was too fat to fit into the show anymore. Gross as his new life was, he wouldn't trade it for anything. Now he was being paid and fed for just lounging around being a fat slob.
At the end if the day, both father and son would return to their room, where they continued stuffing their faces, getting fatter, ripping ass constantly, cuddling and sometimes grinding against each other. At the sizes they were, they couldn't even see their dicks anymore, they were completely covered in fat, not that that bothered them. They were just happy to be together now, doing what they loved, and being fat, disgusting slobs.
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Originally belongs to @diapercuck, but I'm not sure where they went :(
Mommy's Little Failure
This track was one of the first ideas I generated and I swear I struck gold. It just goes so hard, literally still stuck in my head. Mainly a Sissy ABDL humiliation track. Hope you enjoy!
Why do we keep letting these pigs get off scott-free? They think they can come in, play with our hearts and our heads, then cut and run and do the same to some other poor girl! Hell, sometimes they’re doing it to multiple women at the same time!
Well, I say “no more”! No longer will we let these immature men run around and take advantage of women! It’s time we take a stand! Starting with little Benjamin here.
Benny tried to slip a little something in my drink at the club last week and thought I wouldn’t notice. Little did he know, I’d already been watching him, planning a little bit of payback after what he did to my friend Lauren. She cried for weeks over this guy.
So when Benny wasn’t looking, I did the ‘ole switcheroo, he was out like a light 2 hours later.
Ohh you should have seen Benny’s face when he woke up for the first time! His hands and feet were chained to his new crib, and he kicked his little legs when he saw (or felt) what he had on. Every flail of his body only made his fresh new diaper crinkle louder and louder. He whined and cried and screamed as much as his gag would allow. But Benny had no idea that was just the beginning.
He thought, he really thought he wasn’t going to have to use his diaper, that it was just there for funsies. The way he moaned and groaned as he clenched and tucked his legs, trying anything he could to quell the painful throbbing coming from his very full bladder. I told him to save himself the torment, that all he was doing was delaying the inevitable, but still he resisted. To his credit, he made it a whole ‘nother thirty minutes before he sighed in relief and flooded his diaper for the very first time. His whimpers and whines after were pathetically adorable.
He drank the bottle out of desperation. He was obviously starving, and I made it clear he would not get out of his (now *very* wet) diaper until he finished the whole thing. I wonder if he could taste the laxatives and hormones mixed within? No matter, he certainly seemed to notice the effects about an hour later when he started fussing and complaining about the cramps.
“Just get over it,” I spat back at him, something I’ve heard way too many men say when they learn a woman is on her period, “just don’t be such a bitch!”
When I tell you: the man cried. Like, full-on bawled like a baybee when he couldn’t hold it anymore and started shitting all over himself in that diaper. He continued to cry for the next 3 hours when I refused to change him. I made him sit and wallow in his own filth while he thought about his life choices.
Reluctantly, his diaper was eventually changed, but so was his outfit. His eyes were wide as saucers when i held up the pink onesie and frilly skirt, but they closed soon after once the drugs kicked in. He woke up halfway through me doing his make-up, and seemed less than thrilled when the wig was put on.
Now, one week later, he’s mostly silent in his crib. I’m not sure if it’s the cocktail of hormones in his system messing with his brain, or he has finally accepted that this isn’t all a dream, that this isn’t going to stop, and this is his new life now. Any attempts to run will just lead to the thousands of pictures I have of him ending up all across the internet. The livestreams of him pooping his pampers notwithstanding. He’s quite docile now. He knows to keep that pacifier in his mouth otherwise it will delay his diaper change by several hours. It only took him a few rashes to learn to comply.
Lauren is now on her way over to get a look at the so-called “Man” that broke her heart. I highly doubt she’ll feel any sort of anguish now. Knowing her, she’ll have even more fun with him than I have.
So this is a call to all women, it is high time we put these deadbeat little fuck bois in their place. Take back what is ours. Let’s fight the patriarchy and turn it into a true Matriarchy, one pathetic little pervert at a time!
Worshipping daddy's fat gut
Story for @mermdom it’s a little gross, so it’s under the cut.
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