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Santa for a Night

It started happening 2 years ago, when I got home from a particularly wild Christmas party with my friends. I hadn’t bothered to get undressed from my Santa pants before flopping into bed.

Around 2am, I heard something knock over downstairs. Of course I’d get robbed on Christmas.

Quietly, I made my way downstairs to where I heard the noise. In the middle of my living room was an older man, in a Santa suit with a thick, wooly beard. He stared at me in shock.

“Oh no,” he gasped.

“What are you doing in my house? I’m going to call the police!” I shouted.

“Wait! Wait I’m…I’m Santa.”

I stared at this man who did resemble the myth himself, with an eyebrow raised.

“Yeah right you’re Santa. Im calling the cops now.”

“Let me prove it to you!” He shouted. Slowly, he reached down and grabbed a velvet toy sack from the ground. “What do you want for Christmas?” He asked.

“Come on man, give it up.”

“Answer the question.”

“I want a new vacuum cleaner.” As I said it, he pulled an impossibly large package from the sack and handed it to me. I unwrapped the wrapping paper quickly to find just the vacuum cleaner I was looking for.

After 2 more tests, my jaw dropped. This was no fluke, the man in front of me was the real Santa. I invited him to sit down with me on the couch and couldn’t help but notice him eyeing me intently.

“Doesn’t it get exhausting doing this every year?” I asked.

“Yes, but with the help of magic I can make it happen all in one night. I’ve never been caught before until you.”

I laughed and thought myself lucky to have seen the man himself.

“Why don’t you ever take a break?”

“I can’t, my boy. Someone needs to be Santa each year or Christmas will be ruined.” He stared at me for a beat, before asking, “Lucas, would you grant me my Christmas wish this year?”

I looked at him blankly. He had an entire magic toy sack, what could he need from me? “Sure, whatever you want.”

The old man grinned and stood up. I felt strange all of a sudden, like I was being pulled in 10 different directions. My vision got fuzzy and when I came to, I was staring at myself. From the edge of my vision I could see a wooly white beard puffing out from my face.

I shouted in a voice that wasn’t my own. Santa stole my body! He…switched our bodies!

“Thank you, boy.” He said in my body. Stretching his arms above his head, he admired my arms and grinned. “You don’t mind taking over for me tonight, do you? I’ve made sure our bodies kept their original memories. All I wanted for Christmas was a break from this all.” He shot up from the couch and slapped my new belly. “Wow, I look huge from this angle.” Then he grabbed both sides of my head and pulled me in for a kiss. “Mmm, never realized how soft my beard is. Take care of that ok?”

My hands roamed my larger, older body. Hot breath left my mouth and tickled my thick mustache. My large fingers pulled at the beard that grew from my new face. I’d never had a beard before. I was Santa Claus.

So now, every year, he comes to visit me. This year he didn’t even wait for me to come downstairs. In exchange for any 3 presents I wanted, we switch bodies for the night. I woke to him standing over me, smile peeking out from that soft bushy beard that was about to be mine.

“Oh great, here you a—“ in an instant I was staring at myself again, shifting my weight inside his massive frame. Looking down at myself was strange, seeing the same grin plastered on my young face.

“Fuck yeah, Lucas. Did you lift this past year? My arms are huge! God I’ve never felt better in your body.” He chuckled as he flexed my larger bicep and sniffed at my pit. “Thanks for not shaving anything this year, pardon my preferences.” I grimaced, thinking about Santa enjoying his pit fetish. I learned the first year after I came back to my house to switch us back that he had gone to town in my body. He sheepishly admitted to jacking off 5 times that night. When I had lumbered back into my room, I caught him as the cum sprayed his abs and face, cursing up a storm. When he finally gave my body back, it felt like he put it through hell. He’s a horny dude. “Thanks for leaving out some lotion too, boy.” He pulled down my underwear and my hard cock flipped up and smacked his abs. “Fuck, never gets old. Alright, a deal’s a deal. See you in the morning.”

So once again I’m flying through the sky in Santa’s body. Scratching his itchy beard, snow whipping in my face. I grunted as I shifted my large ass on the wooden seat of the sleigh. I’d never done it before, but tonight I rubbed his hard bulge through his velvet pants and tugged a little, thinking I could have some fun in his body if I wanted. Soon enough poking through was a huge tent and a hot erection to boot. I slipped the waistband of his pants down to expose his gigantic leaking cock surrounded by a big white bush. I bit my lip at the sight of it, and moaned in his deep voice as the cold air slapped it around. My bush swayed in the wind and for a moment, I smiled. It was a great cock.

Thinking about what he was doing in my body was getting me so horny. Dirty bastard, making me switch bodies with him every year so he could take a break and enjoy himself. I tugged at my huge cock on his sleigh, slipping another hand up his shirt to pinch at his hairy nipples. I massaged his hairy pec, they felt so different from my own. I looked like some horny old perv flying through the sky. The first year I’d swapped with him I had taken off his clothes in the mirror just to peek. Yes, he had a big stomach, but it wasn’t the worst body in the world. He was a Sasquatch at that, a blanket of white fur covered…everything. I never complained cause my own body was hairless in comparison, plus it kept me warm on his sleigh.

I licked my lips and panted as my cock shuddered. I couldn’t believe it. I was Santa Claus, I was cumming as Santa Claus. And somewhere that horny bastard was doing the same. I let out a bellowing “HO HO HO” and laughed. “HO HO H—oh FUCK!” I shouted in his deep bass. It built up to one of the best orgasms in my life, cum spraying like a cannon out of my old man cock and all over the polished wood.

Another long Christmas night ahead, at least this time I’ll entertain myself a little.

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P r o g r e s s 🐷🐷

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Dad had a little too much at his second dinner

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Stages.

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Stripped: Part Four

It's been a long time since we've checked in with Tyger and Ned. And Tyger has made some very difficult decisions about his future... and Ned's! That said, he is very confident that he is the best person to lead both of them down new paths. These paths, the newly minted stripper figures, will lead them both to happiness. And even if it doesn't, this is the direction things are going like it or not.

Well, it is nice of the new Tyger to give the new Ned a nice little mantra... turnabout is only fair play. Eventually, both men will make their way back to the stripper's trendy apartment. His fan definitely remembers where it is for all sorts of reasons. Hell, he probably even followed the poor gogo boy home after all night at the club. The "big fan" is really becoming obsessed!

Personally, I agree with Tyger. The universe has a way of balancing things out. The yin and the yang, the competition in rival forces. At any rate, it seems like they both better get used to it because this seems very, very final. Did Ned really think he was gonna track down a one dollar bill? In Los Angeles? Don't worry, he's gonna have to accept the situation one way or another.

Thanks for taking this journey with Tyger, Ned, and me. Two of the three of us had a very good time. And majority rules! I know it was a bit delayed, but things got slammmmmmmed on my end. We'll probably have another candidate seeking a donation next!

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Donation Found 2!

It took a little while longer than expected, but we finally found an appropriate donor for Brick! Brick was in desperate need of a donation. As the owner of a high quality gym and something of a fitness influencer, he was catching a lot of shit for not showing any empathy to his clientele or, in general, people who weren't in peak condition.

Maybe that's what scared some donors off, the sheer ego of having to maintain a physique like Brick's. But, by God, he paid the $325,000 to get his new body. Did he read the contract? No. But he insisted the customer is always right and he demanded action from the team at Turnaround Technologies.

Not that he could help how he looked, he was always athletic as a kid. Football, wrestling, water polo, gymnastics. He hit the weights hard as soon as high school started. And now he's a fitness enthusiast's wet dream. Let's remind everyone where Brick is starting this journey:

But thankfully we were able to find someone who fit the bill for Brick. This is someone who has the ego, the drive, and... honestly, a lot of the same toxic masculinity that Brick has. Just in a different form. So honestly it's a perfect match. Which we were relieved to find. After all, Brick doesn't fully understand the permanence of this yet. So let's take a look at our donor plate:

Meet Lemmy Chungus. A man who is almost permanently online, a moderator for the r/gayincel subreddit, a prolific user of 4chan, and a man with a subscription to 12 OnlyFans pages and PornHub Premium. He has an interesting take on why this exchange should work.

Donor Statement: This world has winners and losers. I am naturally born to be a dominant male, and it's becoming clear to me that Brick doesn't understand the role he is supposed to have. It's not fair that some buff fuckboy was deprived of the body he needs to match his true, inner self. It's obvious he wants this, so let's seal the deal and make this exhange.

I have to admit, we hear at Turnaround hadn't thought about it like that, adjusting two men into their, perhaps, more honest selves. It really is a public service. Both subjects are being stripped down, injected with serum, and placed in their uniforms as our technicians prepare the chambers.

Just prior to taking Brick's final "before" photo, he was informed that the contract had been signed, this medicine injected, and that his fate was sealed. Of course, we expected him to fight us a bit when told it was one way, one trip per lifetime, and permanent. Instead we were shocked that the young man started to cry.

Patient Statement: What do you mean permanent? What do you mean *sniff* 'new lot in life'? I don't understand why you're taking my designer underwear. I'll never wear it again? Wh-why not? I'll be fit again! What do you mean role adjustment? Huh? I dunno what a gaycel is. I don't spend a lot of time on the Internet. Whadda ya mean that's gonna be most of what I do now? *Sniffsob* I'm still an alpha. I *sniff* wanna change my mind. I don't understand. This body isn't legally mine anymore? I'm *sniff* I'll be a good boy, please!

So docile! He's really sliding into his new role quite well, and we're all very pleased. Brick was injected again when he saw the donor body, and his eyes almost went cross from shock. There will be a stiff financial penalty for requiring several staff members dragging his muscular body to the chamber.

The process was a difficult one. As the waves started to swing back and forth, Brick was grabbing his dick and squeezing his own pectorals as if to hold onto them. The beams and serums and molecule destabilization took days. It's like his body didn't want to assume a new role. But we held out hope that eventually the assault of our technology and pharmacology would win out and he would be shoved, unalterably, into his new body. So I'm happy to report the following:

As you can see, both men are now secured in their new bodies, roles, and lifestyles.

Patient Report: Ohhh God. It's hard to move, it's hard to move. I heard some fat guys had power, but he's... got none. I have none. Oh fuck. I'll get back in the gym and... look at him. What a slut, strutting around in that thong with a muscled up ass. Like he's some hotshot. He's not! Why does it make me so angry???

Donor Report: Chances are there a lot of other losers out there who have hot, buff bodies. Cute faces. Huge dicks. Guys who look like they should be on top, but know they're a beta bitch at heart. Stop being selfish. Ask for a donation today and let the real alphas assume their natural position.

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Gluttony Gut

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As I jolted awake in an unfamiliar bed, the clammy sensation beneath me immediately alerted me that something was amiss. Confusion clouded my mind as I realized I was not in my own body, but that of my Spanish uncle, Diego, who was retired and currently in Peru on vacation with my grandparents.

The urgency in my grandmother's voice snapped me back to reality as she scolded me for being late to catch our flight. In her eyes, I was still Diego, completely oblivious to the fact that I was now inhabiting his body. "¡La prisa, Diego!" she exclaimed, urging me to hurry.

With a sense of disbelief, I clumsily rose from the bed, feeling the weight of Diego's aging limbs beneath me. The stale scent of his sweat lingered in the air, reminding me of the stark contrast between his retired lifestyle and my youthful vigor. Hastily, I adorned myself in his clothes—shorts, a button-up shirt, and a hat—along with his signature glasses, hoping to blend in seamlessly despite the unfamiliarity of my surroundings.

As I rushed to pack the remainder of Diego's belongings, there was no time for a shower. Instead, I doused myself in his cologne, attempting to mask the scent of sweat and the lingering discomfort of inhabiting an aging body. With each hurried movement, I grappled with the surreal nature of my predicament, wondering how I would navigate the days ahead in this foreign guise. But as the urgency of our impending departure loomed overhead, I pushed aside my apprehensions and went to the taxi, where my grandmother waiting. I pretended to be Diego and my grandmother had no clue I was now his her husband’s body. Now it was just time to enjoy my vacation.

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Dads Ring

This is Brock and sadly his dad passed away last week. The passing had definitely taken a toll on him but him and his dad were never really close. They were totally different people as Brock liked to hang with friends go to the gym etc.. His dad on the other hand was totally different he mostly just sat in his recliner chair all day and watched football while drinking beer. He definitely started to do that a lot more after Brock’s mom’s passing. His dad was old had a huge beer belly with a beard and very out of shape.

His passing was kind of a blessing though to Brock as he is now moving into his dad’s old house. Arriving at the house Brock is filled with tons of different memory’s some good and some bad. But he’s just glad to be there. Brock quickly tried to unpack his stuff as he didn’t have much. All of his dad’s old stuff was still there so he didn’t have to bring much in the first place. Brock gets all of his stuff sorted out and put awake nicely. All he has left is a few boxes that need to be put into the attic. Brock hauled all of the heavy boxes up to the dark attic, surprisingly that was his first time up there despite being there so much times. Brock having nothing better to do takes a look around opening old boxes.

Finding nothing interesting Brock is about to head down but something catches his eye. His dad’s ring, what the hell was this doing up here in the attic his dad is always wearing his ring Brock can’t seem to remember the last time he saw him with it off. That’s odd what is it doing up here in the attic though. Curious Brock picks up the ring and slides it on his finger. Huh a perfect fit Brock thinks to himself. Looking at the ring Brock decides to keep it on I means it’s a great fit and kind of even looks good on him like it was meant to be.

As soon as Brock put on the ring his stomach could not stop rumbling. Damn I guess that means it’s time for dinner he thinks to himself. Going down and looking into the fridge there not even a single piece of food as he hasn’t even had time to stalk his fridge yet. So Brock just decides to order pizza instead as it’ll just be easier. Normally when Brock gets pizza he just orders a medium pizza. But the rumbling in his stomach said that he wants more so Brock settles on a large pepperoni pizza a side of bread sticks a two bottles of beer. Now normally Brocks not a big beer drinker but something about it tonight sounded good to him. The food arrived shortly after and Brock could barely resist he sat down in his dad’s favorite recliner chair and turned on the foosball game for the night. Brock dove in eating slice after slice of pizza and cracking open his cans of beers there was no holding back for Brock. After what just felt like minutes Brock was already done and letting out a big burp. Brock looked down at his stomach. Damn he looked huge he thought to himself as after that big meal he was definitely bloated. Brock to tired to get up and head to his bed slowly reclines back into his dads chair and drifts asleep.

Waking up Brock felt tired and sluggish two things he almost never feels while getting up. Brock noticed he still has his father’s ring on Brock reaches to try to take it off but the ring won’t budge. It’s almost like it stuck. Brock doesn’t really mind though as he think the ring kinda looks good on him. Brock’s stomach rumbles again as it feels like the worst pain Brock has ever felt he’s starving. Brock rushes to his kitchen but barely finds any food. The only thing he manages to find is a pancake mixture. Brock throws the batter onto the stove cooking up almost a dozen pancakes maybe even more. Brock can’t even think straight he’s so hungry, he digs in not even giving himself time to chew. He’s on auto pilot mode just eating pancake after pancake he’s so focused Brock doesn’t even realize his stomach slowly start to expand out there punishing against his shirt. After he’s done he finally gives himself a chance to breathe. He’s got a lot of work to do today though as he needs to get busy. After hours of long hard work getting the house together Brock thinks he deserves some lunch and he doesn't hold back cooking up three hamburgers as he went to the store after breakfast. He chowed down on lunch finishing it in less then five minutes. Brock things he deserves a break so he grabs a beer from the fridge and goes to sit down in his dad’s recliner. Brock wakes up a little while later still in the recliner tv still on. Brock gets up to used the bathroom while in there something caches his eye it was his stomach it was pushed out a little bit making Brock look a little chubby.

He brushes it aside as it’ll probably just disappear in the morning he thinks. Brock walks over to his bedroom and plops himself down onto his bed. Brock thinks it’s a little weird sleeping in his dad’s bed but doesn’t really mind that much the only annoying part about it is a huge indent in the mattress from where his dad used to sleep. Brock quickly asleep.

Waking up in the he hasn’t even realized how big he’s gotten. Damn I really need to cut back on the food he thinks to himself while getting dressed. Brock struggles to get his belt buckled as his stomach was in the way. Even though Brock knows he shouldn’t eat he can’t resist he’s starving. Brock rushes into the kitchen feeling like if he doesn’t eat something this instant he’s not gonna make it. Brock throws some bacon on the grill and heats up three big cinnamon rolls. Shortly after they were done and Brock plops himself down to eat them. Damn these cinnamon rolls are dry he thinks, he needs something to wash them down. Oh a nice glass of beer would be perfect for that he thinks. Brock is about dig in but his shirt feels really tight for some reason and not thinking much of it he slips it off and digs in. Bite after bite Brock just keeps getting fatter and fatter almost to the point where the bottom on his jeans is about to burst. One more bite could do the trick and so it did the bottom burst off flying across the room and Brocks beach ball belly rested on his legs. Brock panicked stands up and jiggles his belly watching it bounce in the process.

Damn he looks huge Brock’s thinks to himself. He needs to stop eating but no matter what he does he can’t. Also his dad’s stupid ring won’t come off his finger, speaking of dad Brock’s starting to look a lot like him really taking after his pops living in his legacy. No that’s not what he wants though Brock wants to look young I mean what are his friends gonna think of his gut. Brock brushes it all aside i’m not becoming my dad am I no that can’t be right I hated my old man. Brock pauses and looks down at his gut damn the six pack that he worked so hard for where has it gone same with his pecs now two moobs rest atop his stomach. And his nice pair of jeans ripped speaking of new clothes he needs a new pair. Looking around he can’t seem to find anything that’ll fit his new size. Looking in his dad’s room he finds tho perfect solution. His dad’s old clothes I mean no one else is going to wear them so might as well. Brock slips on a pair of his dad’s old jeans and a shirt. Both of the clothes feel a little big on Brock which is good he’s just glad to feel something that fits him.

The day went by in a flash and Brock found himself sitting on his dad’s recliner. I can’t do it he says as he gets up to kitchen opens the fridge and grabs two cans a beer and sits back down in his chair. Now that’s better he thinks to himself as he cracks open the first can. Brock chuckles and gives his beard a good rub. Wait beard Brock doesn’t have a beard, he jumps up out of his seat and runs to the nearest mirror. Oh my god there it is a thick beard resting right on his face what the hell is happening he doesn’t have a beard he doesn’t even really have any facial hair. Brock couldn’t take the stress and plops is butt back down to watch some football and drink his second can of beer. Brock didn’t even notice his stomach start to expand right in front of his eyes it started to push against the shirt and his legs started getting bigger and bigger thicker hair started to form on his body and even his beard was getting a little bigger. Brock rest his hands on his stomach not even realizing it pushing farther out, becoming huge. Brock worn out from all the work and growing he'd done today he headed to his bedroom. Sitting down on his bed getting a good look at himself damn he’s gotten fat what had happened did he really let himself go that hard.

Brock rolls over onto the indent in his bed almost fitting it perfectly. Waking up in the morning he struggles to sit up from all the extra weight put on him. This stupid ring, get the hell of my finger. The ring wouldn’t budge Brock’s fingers were far too chubby now for the ring to slide off. Brock makes a huge grunt trying to sit up barely being able to do it. He lets out a sign of relief as he’s already out of breath. Brock walks over to his dad’s closet and slips on some of his clothes still feeling tight on him. And waddles over in the kitchen for breakfast. Brock looks in the pantry finding a box of a dozen donuts that he had picked up yesterday. Brock hardly couldn’t wait sitting down at the. kitchen table and digging in bite after bite he was devouring those donuts. Brock was so concentrated in eating he didn’t even realize his beard start to grow bigger and bigger and becoming more of a salt and pepper color. And is belly starting to grow even more. Brock finished with his dozen donuts licks every finger one by one letting out a huge burp in the process. Waddling to the bathroom to release the hound he takes a look at himself in the mirror. Damn him and his dad could be twins, darn it he even looked a bit fatter then his old man himself. Brock takes one good look at the ring on his finger and gives his gut a good pat. I think I can enjoy this way of life Brock says as he walks to the kitchen to grab another beer.

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The Job

I’ve been looking for a job for over a year now. I’m desperate for one, i’m not even picky about it anymore. I just need a job someway to earn money. It was looking pretty hopeless until this company Lyon wanted me to do an advertisement for the new hotel that there opening. The pay was good so I signed up instantly with no hesitation. They’ll probably want a fit guy like me to model in the advertisement I think to myself. They make me sign a contract to make sure I follow all the rules. Damn this thing is long why is there so much stuff to read it’s like a terms and conditions I mean who reads all of it anyways. I mostly just click through it. I only pay attention towards the end of all of it. It states at the bottom that they’re really looking for a man who can represent a lion someone perfect to contribute to the new Lyon hotel. I guess I fall under that category I figured. Clicking it off I sent in my application form.

Monday, they got back to me saying that I’m the perfect candidate for this position. And they ask me again are you sure you wanna go through with this? Not thinking much of it I select yes. Perfect the advertisement will take place a week from now. Great I think to myself as I shut my computer and head to my car to go to the gym. This is gonna be great it think my first real job. On my way to the gym I get a text from my dad inviting me over for dinner. I take up his offer as he’s making his killer buttered chicken tonight. At the gym I do my normal sets but it’s feels a little bit harder tonight. Arriving at my parent’s house the smell of the food made me feel right at home. It was nice to see my parents and to tell them the good news of course. I tell them at the table while eating my food, damn this food is amazing I guess I do really miss my dad’s cooking. Now normally I only have one plate and maybe go up for seconds but tonight something was different I was already on my fifth plate and still stuffing my face. After I was done I give my slightly bloated stomach a pat and wave my parents goodbye. Arriving at home I crash right in bed and drift to sleep.

Tuesday, ah a new day only six more days tell the big, and damn i’m really hungry luckily I brought home leftovers from my dad’s dinner last night. I serve it up and get ready to dive in and dive in I do all of the leftovers are gone within minutes. I can’t hold back can I now. Going to put on my clothes I notice that my shirt feels a little bit tighter as my tummy is poking out a little. I look in the mirror damn my cheeks look chubby I say while rubbing my beard that also needs to be shaved. I gotta take batter care of myself so think as I need to look really good for the job on Sunday. This day goes by in a flash and dinner time already rolls around. This man’s gotta eat I say but nothing in the fridge looks appealing, it’s all to healthy I think. A nice juicy hamburger sounds really good and that’s exactly what I order. 20 minutes later the food arrives. I’m so hungry I can barely resist I tear open the bag and grab a mouthful of fries and shove them into my mouth. I peel open the rapper to the burger and take a nice juicy bite, while drops of ketchup drip onto my shirt. I dive into my second burger my stomach howling at how much food I just consumed, but I didn’t stop there I wanted more I grab the chocolate milkshake I ordered and slurp it down sipping every last drop. I let out a huge burp in relief of finishing that meal my head resting on my newly formed double chin and hands resting on my stomach pushing out trying to escape. I felt like I was in a food coma I couldn’t even move and I didn’t as I slowly drifted asleep right there on my sofa chair.

Wednesday, I jolted awake, shocked at the mess around me what the hell happened as if I was almost unaware of what happened last night. I picked up all of the rappers finding it harder to even more around from my increase in size. I can’t do this anymore I say as I fall into the couch, checking my watch I notice it’s already 4 in the afternoon what the hell happened there’s no way I slept in this late I jolted up as there was still stuff to do one of them being ordering me some new clothes. As my old ones were starting to become quite a tight fit, damn clothes are expensive these days especially for bigger people I think. Grabbing my gut I know that I need to go to the gym but meh i’ll just do it tomorrow as I walk to the kitchen the grab a bag of chips and order an extra large pizza on my phone with bread sticks. When the food arrives I dive in again eating everything in my sight it’s only takes a minute to eat a meal made for a family of four. I’ll just got to the gym tomorrow it’ll be fine.

Thursday, damn this commercial is coming faster then I thought and I am in no need ready for it. I look terrible, I have no more clothes that fit me. Just letting my belly hang freely I notice that it’s gotten a lot hairier; yep it’s definitely time to shave I think but not before breakfast. I whip out some donuts I bought from the store a few days ago. Still fresh I take a bite feeling the creamy feeling touch my tongue. I finish the first one within seconds but I don't mind I still have over 10 left to eat. And that’s exactly what I did shoving them down my throat I didn’t even notice my stomach start to expand even more forming love handles and my pecs starting to soften out becoming my moobs resting on my stomach. My face was getting chubbier by the second and the hair on my body just kept growing. After finishing my dozen donuts I let out a massive burp and rub my gut watching it jiggle up and down.

Friday, waking up in the morning was hard I felt sluggish and tired but I pulled through as the new clothes that I ordered arrived. There was only one problem with them, they didn’t even fit me they looked super small on my and my gut was totally peeking out, I brush it aside as I had more important stuff to do today like making a cake. That’s right i’m going to make a 3 layer cake, i’ve been craving it so much, and I already had all the ingredients to make it. I waddled to the kitchen getting all of the stuff ready as this was going to take up almost my whole day. Making the batter is the longest part, wait or is it letting it cook in the oven ah whatever it doesn’t matter I just can’t wait to dig in I think to myself. The cake takes all day but I couldn’t be happier down it, snaking off little bits of it. I plop myself in bed after a long day of work satisfied as the cake will be ready tomorrow.

Saturday, it really hit me in the morning that the big day is tomorrow. But first of all the cake is ready. Okay normally I stress eat but i’ve never stress eaten this mush I ate the whole 3 layer cake in one sitting, shoving that cake in my face like there was no tomorrow, even though tomorrow was the most important day of my life. After I was finished I waddled over to the bathroom to clean up, in there I realize now much hairier i’ve gotten my whole stomach was full of hair and my beard was super thick. My stomach and legs were huge taking up a lot of free space. Trying to find a nice outfit for the job tomorrow I couldn't seem to find anything that fit all my clothes wouldn’t fit over my gapping stomach. I sign in failure and plopped myself onto the bed getting rest for the big day tomorrow I probably a good idea I say as I drift asleep.

Sunday, today is the big day and I couldn’t be less prepared I was a mess nothing fit me and I look nothing like the guy that they hired to do the photo shoot there gonna think that i’m a catfish or something like that. I sign not being able to come up with something in time I waddle out to my car in defeat and somehow manage to squeeze myself in to the car barely being able to fit. Arriving at the hotel it get out of my car in just my underwear as it’s the only thing that still fits me. I walk in and the guy at the front say you must be Ryan here come up here i’ll show you where the magic happens. Huh he knew who I was right away even by seeing how I look now, they take me to one of the hotel rooms where the photographer is. “You must be Ryan I’m Chace what a pleasure to meet you, seems like the procedure went just great you’ll make the perfect lion, I mean just look at you main.” he says while rubbing my beard. “Now just sit down on the bed so we can start.” Procedure, I have no idea what he’s talking about, plopping my self on the bed I can finally relax knowing that my job is almost over with. The mascot of the Lyon hotel.

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