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Alex didn't think anything about the chain his roommate Dex gave him, not that Alex could think much anymore. It was a simple gift, what Alex thought was an inside joke at the time. Attached was a dog tag with the word "Beta" on it, something Alex laughed at when he read it.

Alex knew Dex was a pup- one interested in being the top dog of a pack. Alex also knew his friend had been pining after him for some time, hoping to rope Alex into the community. It was something that Alex had no interest in, but who always supported Dex in. Alex had no clue a simple chain could change so much.

Alex put it on the night he got it, a show of appreciation. He would have kept the key for the lock, but once the chain was around his neck, the idea slipped his mind as smoothly as Dex slipped the key into their pocket. It didn't matter to Alex that he started always fetching drinks or following Dex around the bar- Alex no longer had the ability of second thoughts.

As the night went on, Alex felt his clothes growing increasingly uncomfortable to wear. It wasn't the dense fur magically spreading across Alex's entire body, not that Alex noticed the thick layer forming on his arms. No, it was simply the idea of having any clothes on, especially with a natural coat now underneath. By the time they were back in the house Alex couldn't help but discard his outfit, not caring about the fact he was now naked in front of Dex, aside from the chain gleaming against his skin.

"Good boy" Was all Alex needed to hear to feel at home, his skin responding to the hand dragging across the furry pelt on his back. In no time they were back in Dex's room, Alex on all fours as Dex claimed his place as the alpha. By the time they were done the rest of Alex had slipped away, nothing but an eager pup left behind, the name "Beta" implanted in his head.

Beta spent the night on the floor, kicked off by the Alpha despite the other unused bed in the apartment. The ground was a Beta's place to sleep after all. That's where he was in the morning, happily sitting waiting to be of service for his Alpha, just like a packmate should be.

#third-person #reprogrammed #dumbing #hair-growth #instinct-clothes #instinct-pup #instinct-magic

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It was a new serum recommended for all single males over a certain age. It was advertised to give men their youth back- clear skin, a fit body, increased libido. Almost every middle aged bachelor lept at the opportunity.

The effects were immediate after the first shot. Over the course of a month, their body would shed the pounds it gained from an older metabolism. The senior fur previously spread over their entire surface quickly dispersed, leaving their skin entirely smooth. In no time, they gained a toned appearance with nothing obfuscating their natural muscle.

Their bodies were ripe in their prime again, starved from going so long without a partner. They could hardly think about anything other than sex, instantly aroused from the smallest stimulation. They weren't aware of the full effects of the serum- their prostates grown more sensitive, the movement of their hips stimulating their senses in ways they hadn't experienced before.

It was an itch they felt deep in their core, an itch that could only be dealt with one way. They would prostrate themselves out to any man that they could, needing a release that they hadn't felt in so long. In no time they learned to be sluts, cum dumps with no other purpose than to get themselves off. They would end up in the campgrounds, feeling at home residing in their natural state. It satisfied their need to expose themselves for other men to take advantage of. They couldn't help themselves, it was where they belonged.

#hair-loss #libido-gain #third-person #reprogrammed #muscle-gain #fat-loss #age-loss

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Patrick was one of your work colleagues- healthy, fit, and a few years younger than you. He was in the gym constantly and ate right, boasting a lean muscled build that showed under everything he wore. He wasn't self-centered by usual means, but he certainly wanted your attention. He quickly made friends with you, showcasing his rock hard physique for you to feel, the result of his brute work and dedication.

His body certainly contrasted yours. You never really cared much about staying fit, allowing your form to settle as a dad bod for the past few years. You weren't into only eating salad and protein, fine with fast food and beer every night. Where he shaved his entire body, you didn't mind the extra tuft that decorated your arms and chest, not to mention the hair you kept on your head despite it slowly pulling further back

From first getting to know him, you were pretty certain you weren't his type. He harped on all the muscle daddies in the area, lusting after the bigger and taller ones that he wished he could wrap around his finger. You knew you'd never lower yourself to that standard, much less achieve the body he required, but you didn't mind that. It's not like he was interested in you anyway- You had no resemblance of being a daddy. At least, until your grey hairs started coming in.

Over the course of a year, the dark color in your hair faded to almost entirely a neutral tone. Patrick had taken notice almost immediately, beginning to make comments about it when it has started. He'd stopped when he realized how much it bothered you: You definitely weren't ready to be in a daddy faze, you weren't even mid-forties. Still, you saw his eyes steal glances at your head when you were near.

"Why don't you just shave it off if it bothers you so much?"

Patrick had noticed you beginning to look at his own buzz cut. It was certainly a thought- it would get rid of your concern as you watched your old color continue to fade. You'd never done it before, but combined with your thinning forehead, you decided you didn't have an option. The next day you came in with a smooth cap, and Patrick couldn't have been happier for you.

He began pushing you to join him in the gym, enticing you with the thought of having a young healthy body once again. Only one time, you thought, his pressure managing to break through to you. You didn't realize just how easy it would be going that one time. All you needed to do was follow his directions, use the machines, and an hour passed in a flash. Before you know it it was your new habit, heading to lift weights together every day of the week.

There was something about the way the stud led you around the gym that made you feel at place. It felt right, having the younger generation take care of the older. It certainly didn't have to deal with falling testosterone into your older age, becoming more submissive to loaded men. Even some of your body hair had started to disappear, giving you the smooth look that matched your suitor.

You didn't mind. In no time, your body was almost as built. It couldn't have been easier, just being a mindless drone following orders. Each time you went to the gym he'd take a picture showing your progress together, and after that he'd tell you to follow him home. You knew better than to ask questions, just accepting your place as an obedient daddy. You had no doubt that you belonged under him in his bed anymore, a good sir that would see to his boy anytime.

#second-person #muscle-gain #dumbing #domination

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You didn't know how long you'd been kneeling there for. You recognized the bedroom around you as your own, familiar with every detail inside, but yet, no memories of it came. You had a sense to stay there and wait, an urge to be as still as possible.

You barely recognized the body beneath you as your own. Ripped muscles spread under your skin like thick bubbles, visibly pushing veins out of the mass. You were sore from what felt like hours of labor, hours you couldn't think back to in your mind. Your body was tanned from being in the sun, darker than you'd ever thought you could ever get. Hair you used to shave sprouted thickly across your entire surface, giving you an inch deep pelt aside from the beard that wrapped your chin scratching at your collarbones.

The leather chaps that wrapped your legs were tainted with sweat and dirt, their smell sitting just under what reeked from inside your boots. You could feel oil between your toes- no socks protecting your feet from the inside of the heat trapping material. You could tell you had worn them all day like this, your soles marinating in their sweat.

You felt your cock gripped by a jock, the straps and chaps combined leaving your posterior exposed. It made you... Excited. Your small shifts in weight sent shocks through your groin as the mesh moved against your tool. The material was wet against your head, your semi easily dripping with precum already. You were anticipating something.

The steps you heard approaching the room answered that thought, your excitement raised tenfold. The sound of the door creaking behind you sent shivers down your spine, all before you heard a deep crackling voice speak out.

"Ma' boy's look'n mighty fine tonight, ain't he?"

That sentence sent a shockwave through your mind. Memories of service rose to the surface of your thoughts, your mind suddenly able to remember your place: all your time spent under him and his command, both on the farm and in bed.

Your mouth moved on instinct. "Yes sir"

Your voice was different, but you still recognized it as your own despite its heavily southerned accent.

That was the last straw you could take. You felt fear grip your chest as you began remembering everything else that had happened to you. Remembering the way he broke you down into an obedient farmhand, how he slowly took every aspect from your character and replaced it with his own desires. How he was now able to control you with his word, control what you remembered, what you could think. You would have moments of clarity when he spoke to you, reminding you of your place, but any other time you were just his empty headed tool fulfilling his purpose.

Your heart pounded, lungs working overtime- yet that only seemed to enhance the erotic energy alight on your skin.

The moment you felt his strong hand on your furry shoulder was when everything clicked into place. His touch was the only thing that seemed to give you purpose, joy. Any thought and fear was gone, replaced with an unrelenting desire to bend to his will.

That's just what he made you do, using his weight to press you down into the sheets, your knees propping your ass up toward his groin.

You felt his unslickened tool at your hole, pressing forcefully into your body, but your rear was used to it. Your opening gave almost immediately, sending all eight inches of his girth straight to your button. Any pain, worry, thought, didn't matter anymore.

You could barely feel the vibrations rumbling from your throat as waves of his weight thrust through your body. Your limbs twitched as your prostate was hammered over and over, your brain unable to process anything other than the waves of ecstasy flowing through it.

As you were used, you felt your memories slowly slipping down under again, washed away by the euphoria flooding your system. You were returning back to the empty headed tool you became so often, and you couldn't fight it- no matter how much you wished to remain there as his object.

#second-person #domination #anal #memory-loss #reprogrammed

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Tom loved his new shirt. At least, what he thought was his new shirt. It was the softest and most comfortable shirt he'd had in a while. He enjoyed how warm it felt, how it wrapped around his body snugly like a second layer. He couldn't imagine wearing anything else.

He remembered he got it around the same time he got his necklace. For whatever reason however, he didn't remember actually buying the shirt. It just seemed to appear on him one day, having woken up wearing it.

Tom never went around wearing any other shirt now. He couldn't figure out why, but he couldn't seem to take it off. It wouldn't make sense to wear two shirts anyway. Tom never questioned it, not after he'd started wearing the hat along with it. He knew at one point he'd been worried. He'd notice people's stares, be asked to leave places. It had bothered him then, but now he couldn't think twice about it.

It didn't take long for him to lose his job. Lucky for him, that wasn't a worry. Plenty of men were still happy to pay him for service.

#third-person #hair-growth #dumbing #instinct-clothes

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Phil didn't know why he always wore his hat to the gym. It had become part of his routine he didn't know how long ago, back when he'd been a thin bitch. Everything seemed less distracting with it on, the brim hiding the room around him, his thoughts quieter. Pumping iron was one of the few things he could do besides flexing in the mirror, little else able to consume his weakened mind.

If he could remember, he would know he had only had the hat for a month. He noticed his body building up right away while wearing it, but along with it his declining mental capacity. He watched in awe seeing muscles materialize on his body, joined with the dull numbing sense in his mind. His job was becoming harder and harder every day, his mind hardly able to stay on a task that didn't involve his body.

Phil knew he should stop wearing the hat, but seeing the physique he'd always wanted to have forming on him was too much of a reward to let it go. It didn't take long for him Phil forget how the hat causing the change, his dumb mind finding no reason to stop wearing it. All he saw was his figure growing ripped, veins and curves popping out from his skin whenever he flexed, his body the pinnacle of a man. He didn't care that he'd lost his job and needed to move to construction, the only thing that mattered to him was his growing mass.

#third-person #instinct-clothes #muscle-gain #dumbing

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The scent of his junk had been your entire world for the last several hours. It grew stronger as the day went on, his stale scent slowly seeping into you the more you sat right next to it. You felt the sweat of his rear sinking into you while the rest of your body nuzzled between his legs, pressing against his damp taint. You were nothing more than his briefs, unaware of anything else going on around you.

You felt a breeze of fresh air as your donner pulled the front of his pants forward, revealing your cloth body to him. You didn't have the capacity to remember his name anymore, your mind swamped with his growing musk. You vaguely recalled him as the star athlete of the football team, fading memories of him trying to bully you into doing his homework. That was the last thing you remembered before he pulled you into the bathroom, pressing you against his cock and... That was it.

You used the moment of clarity in an attempt to wiggle yourself free- accomplishing nothing but shifting your elastic bands trapped wrapped around his figure.

"Don't worry, you won't be around much longer." You heard him whisper. "Just wait til you get in my gym locker, then you'll finally forget everything"

"Look at me! Don't forget what put ya down there..."

#transformation #transformation-underwear #second-person #instinct-musk #instinct-magic

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You couldn't stop yourself now. He'd been training you to love his pits, only fucking you after you cleaned them. Their scent would be set heavy in your head while he pleased you, eating out your hole before using you as his fuck toy. You started thinking about it whenever you'd get a hard-on,. You'd imagine the taste of his sweat, its flavor dripping down your throat as your tongue dug into his crevice.

All it took for you to get aroused now was seeing his raised arm He'd give you a sly smile whenever he did it, watching your eyes glaze over as they longingly stared at his pit. You'd be salivating instantly, placing your face there habitually to get to work. He'd hold you there by the back of your neck in a warm embrace, his musk filling your head and driving you wild.

You could barely think by the time you finished both of them. His scent was held firmly in your nose, each breath drawing more of it into your body. At this point he'd bend your legs into the air, pulling himself between them before impaling your ass. You felt both his cock and flavor inside you while he finished. Immediately after, he'd pull your face back into his crevice before you both pass out.

You'd be rock-hard again by the time you woke up, his scent heavy in your head. Soon it became all you could smell.

#domination #instinct-musk #anal #second-person

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Dean didn't know why he had decided to start sumo wrestling. It had only been one year, and his body had already changed so much. He had never been too skinny, having hoped for a way to get fit and lose a little weight. That's when his friend made the suggestion to join the league.

Dean thought his friend was crazy at first. Sumo wrestling? Dean didn't know much about it at the time, thinking it was all about being heavy. Dean's doubts were alleviated after his friend showed pictures of the lower-weight classes, how not all wrestlers were giant balls of dough. Dean felt more comfortable, that he could work toward getting lighter. After mulling it over for a while, Dean finally decided to join to see what it was about.

The coach was ecstatic seeing the tall figure that Dean had. They claimed they were going to push Dean to be the best sumo wrestler possible, that they'd be in charge of his diet, training, everything. Dean felt a flood of relief, thinking he was going to be exactly what he wanted. He didn't pay any attention to what Coach pushed him to eat or the way they made him train, thinking it was all going to help him grow lean. Dean didn't think about the repetitive exercises or the carbs Coach made him eat non-stop, knowing it was all in an effort to become a better athlete.

It wasn't until the first weigh-in that Dean finally realized what was happening. He was already 15 pounds heavier, Coach congratulating Dean on the progress. Dean felt ashamed, thinking he was going to have to eat less to lose weight, but his appetite was already out of control. Coach had trained Dean's stomach to keep eating, and Dean had no choice but to go along with it.

Dean watched as his body lost its form, growing soft round shapes as his flesh swelled with fat. He could barely look past his next meal, his body made to keep growing in order to have more weight to throw around on the mat. He became a giant sack in the ring, his chest monsterously huge with fat tits a staple above his low swinging belly. He had lost all sense and care to what went into his body, just endlessly gorging himself with food.

In no time Dean was already the largest wrestler at the meets, significantly heavier than the competition lined up beside him. He may as well have been an animal at this point, a beast that Coach was going to keep growing until Dean became a champion.

#fat-gain #instinct-food #third-person

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I should have been more specific when I asked my boyfriend for tight lingerie for Christmas. He seemed to take fondly to the thought, saying he would see what he could do. That was that, and I trusted things would turn out well.

I didn't pay it any mind when he started pushing me to finish my plates. He was definitely cooking a lot more than normal, making my favorite food and a ton of it. I thought it was nothing more than just for the holiday season, a little more care to making the season as relaxing as possible. Eating became a lot more easier, the second and third plate he brought me going down faster.

I thought it was just winter weight when I saw the scale going up. I didn't question the ten pounds it showed, but once it crept over 20 I grew worried. My boyfriend said to pay it no mind, to ignore the spare tire at my waist and my softer chest. He was sure it would all work out.

It wasn't until christmas morning when I didn't find any new underwear did I question him about it. That was when he turned my attention to the piece I was currently wearing and the way my midsection hid it between my thighs. How my stomach poured over the waistband and the fabric wrapped my thick rear tightly.

"Couldn't you tell?" He answered. "I made sure to turn your existing briefs into your own tight lingerie" He said, giving the elastic a snap.

#first-person #fat-gain #instinct-food

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Jake wondered what the new 'package' section on his go-to site meant, wondering if it was an innuendo of any kind. Instead he was faced with package deals, different groups of items at some discounted price. The names all had some sort of gay buzzword on them, yet the listings didn't seem to match the items. The one that caught his eye, "Pig Package" only came with a chain and jockstrap. It was the cheapest no doubt, Jake barely thinking about the purchase as he placed an order.

Jake hadn't even registered he hadn't been able to specify his size until the package arrived. He breathed a sigh of relief seeing the size medium on the briefs, happy they would fit his svelte body.

Jake, put on the chain first, making sure to take a glance in the mirror with it. He'd been wondering how the metal around his neck would look on his frame, his figure rather tall and skinny. He felt the weight of it on his collar, but as he looked he felt pleased. He admired the way the chain framed his chiseled face, draping over his sleek shoulders. He couldn't imagine it fitting any differently.

As Jake began to pull on the underwear however, that's when things felt off. The seams caught around his thighs, the straps barely stretchy enough to fit.

Jake frowned. He had been certain looking at the piece before that it was the right size. Jake continued to pull the waist higher and higher, breaking into a sweat in a matter of seconds. He was drenched by the time he got the jock into position, heaving, muscles fatigued. He felt as though he had been fighting against his body. The weight of the chain on his neck didn't help either, seeming to have grown tighter the longer he wore it.

As Jake tried to look down at the piece, he realized something more was off. He couldn't even see the fabric he had just pulled on, his stomach hiding the sight of his groin. His stomach. Jake had to return to the mirror to confirm what he saw.

Jake stared at his reflection in horror once he was in front of the mirror. His body had swollen like a pillow, his form rounded out with fat like a plush toy. His body barely fit into the new wear he had bought- the chain sat against his thickened neck, the briefs cut into his waist and pushed out new love handles. Two fat tits hung from his chest forming a curve that spread around him, their wide breadth pushing his doughy arms to the side. And his stomach- a giant pad of fat had spread across it, his gut hanging out loosely in front of him. It blocked any view he had of the briefs, the material hidden under the spare tire around his waist.

As Jake looked, a new emotion took his head. He felt satisfied. Of course a pig would be fat, it was the perfect body for being fucked.

Jake felt horrified by the thought, at least what was left of him. He felt new thoughts flooding his mind, thoughts fit for a pig. Just like how his body had filled out twice its weight, his mind was overwhelmed with new instincts. It wouldn't be long until the last of his former self was snuffed out, overrun by the new hog he was.

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Kurt should have known better than to take a dip in the bear pond. He'd always pined after bigger beefier guys, having wanted to join the ranks. He couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy seeing their beards and furry chests over a built muscled body, Kurt never having the genes to grow that way. When Kurt started hearing rumors of men changing at a nearby pond, he couldn't help but be curious.

It wasn't until Kurt hit on a bear who claimed they had changed there that Kurt learned where to go. Kurt had seen the imposing built figure from across the bar, yet his advanced had been denied once again. Luckily they'd been friendly enough to let Kurt in on the secret location, and Kurt felt his prayers had been answered. He hoped a dip in the water would finally realize his dreams, not understanding there were different types of bears.

Kurt went alone, stepping into the water and wading out into the middle. It wasn't until Kurt was neck deep he felt the changes start. He rejoiced as he felt ticklish on his face, his chin and cheeks suddenly itching as dark curls spread across them. The sensation spread down to his chest, where Kurt could barely see the changes under the murky water as a dark coat of fur wrapped around his chest.

Kurt didn't pay attention when the tingling spreading to the rest of his body once he caught his reflection in the water. His smile dropped, seeing all the hair on his head vacate leaving behind a smooth round ball. His hands confirmed the change, his skull now almost completely bald. Kurt was suddenly afraid of the pond.

Kurt tried getting out of the water as fast as possible, but moving through it had become increasingly tougher. It was almost as if the fluid was holding him back, Kurt not realizing his body had grown significantly heavier in the last few moments. As the new bear rose out of the water, it saw the full spread of changes as its softened torso was exposed.

Kurtis front and back had covered itself in a forest of hair, but that did little to hide the new weight hanging from his front. His entire body rippled with each step, his soft pecs sitting atop a fattened swaying belly that hung loosely over his waist. Looking down at himself had grown harder- His neck had filled out like a soft fat pillow, a plush second chin preventing his gaze from lowering too far. His rear had widened immensely, his trunks having ripped off in the water for being too small on his new size.

Kurt was exhausted just from leaving the water, laying down on the rock to rest. His new body was his cushion, providing a brief respite from the excess weight that fatigued his muscles. He was terrified, thinking he hadn't gotten what he wanted, that he was even more hopeless. He didn't know that his complaisant form would drive the muscle bears wild, and it wouldn't be long until he learned it.

#third-person #fat-gain #hair-growth #hair-loss

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You might as well just be daddy's toy now. Your ball gag hasn't been taken out in days, your spit constantly dripping from your lips. It's only removed to force feed you with a tube or be face fucked before it goes back on immediately after. The basement has been your room the entire time, your body wearing nothing else other than chains on your body. Yet you loved it.

It was agonizing waiting for dad to come home, your cock constantly dripping precum with the thick buttplug shoved up your ass. He made sure to keep you happy while he was gone, your body constantly aroused by the periodic buzzing of the plug against your prostate. There was nothing you could do but exist in the euphoric state until he walked in with his leather. That was the best part.

He'd take you in his hands, playing with your body to get you in the mood. One grip around your nips and you were in heaven, sweet words of nothing talked down to you while he held you in his arms. He'd use your drool as lube, getting himself hard before removing your buttplug and using your loose hole. Your yelps would be muffled by the gag, spit flying from your mouth like the cum fro your cock as he forced you to cum from inside you. You were nothing to him other than a toy, and you wanted to be nothing else.

#second-person #domination

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Harrison tried not to look up at the other men in the locker room. Almost all of them were old geezers- unapologetically naked with their shriveled bodies exposed to the room. They had no sense of fitness, all with bodies in state of bloated fat or withered muscles. Harrison sat on the bench, waiting for them to leave so he could change uninturrupted and get to his workout.

Once the room quieted down, Harrison finally started pulling off his clothes, shoving them into the locker when he heard a voice from next to him.

"Damn old geezers, eh?"

Harrison jumped, not having realized there was someone else in the room with him. He turned to find a body builder there pulling some items out of the locker. Harrison didn't know how he could have missed them- their figure was massive, huge rippling muscles with no visible fat on their body. It was mesmerising watching them move, the veins gliding under their taut skin. They almost seemed too perfect to be real.

"Uh yeah" Harrison said, realizing he had been a little silent for too long. Harrison tried to turn his attention back to his gear, trying to finish changing.

"I wonder why they still come here though" The muscle god continued.

Harrison laughed at the thought. "Yeah, not like they have anything to show for it." He replied, continuing the joke.

"Well how do you think you'll end up?" The brute asked.

The question took Harrison by surprise, leaving him to ponder it for a moment. He finally answered. "I want o be an older muscled Daddy, silver hair, bulging muscles. That's how I want to end up."

The body builder smiled. "Bet"

Harrison finished changing, closing his locker with a metallic bang. He turned to say bye to the stud and came face to empty air, the locker room vacant aside from him. Harrison felt awkward, the man having seemed to disappear as quickly as having entered.

Harrison made it to the gym floor for his workout, beggining to do his normal set. He felt envigorated, almost as if the talk he had back in the locker room motivated him to work. He was thin despite being fit, but he felt strong for some reason. He hadn't felt this good in a while, doing additional reps on each of his set. He lost track of the time as he worked his body, enjoying the growing heat as his muscles warmed up.

Harrison didn't see as his body becoming more toned, losing any excess mass while his skin grew lighter. He assumed it was just a normal pump as his biceps swelled, Harrison not acknowledging how they doubled in size on his widening shoulders. In minutes he had a v-shaped built body, abs rippling at his midsection as he moved. He assumed the growing fuzziness was from his fatigued muscles, ignoring the short beard that was taking over his jaw and curls forming on his chest.

By the time he saw himself in the mirror back in the locker room, he didn't notice any difference. He was familiar with the silver grizzled face staring right back at him, the years of dedication to the gym showing on his physique. He took the time to flex, adoring the two round biceps thicker than his neck that spread out above his thick chest, his figure a down arrow with two bulging lats. He thought back to the strange man he met in the locker room, wondering if they had anything to do with it. He shrugged.

It didn't matter. He wasn't anything like the old geezers he used to see.

#instinct-magic #third-person #muscle-gain #fat-loss #memory-loss #age-gain

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Parker thought moving to the county side would get him a better chance of finding a girl, some lass he could take home and impress. He thought he'd be spending almost all his time outdoors getting buff, building his mass and growing into a strong fieldhand that could get any girl. He got the eating right- rich dairy and fresh cuts of meat every day, fatty beef and pork for each of his meals. He didn't think anything of the calories disappearing down his gullet, thinking they'd make him stronger. What he didn't expect was how there was nothing to do out there.

Despite being surrounded by farms, the owners all had machines on the land doing the work. Parker had nothing to do other than live at home, barely leaving his place since there was nowhere to go for miles. He grew used to his new diet, constantly eating more and more, his body beginning to fill out with excess padding.

It took only a few months to pass 300 lbs, Parker's body resembling the cattle he was surrounded by more every day. He couldn't stop it, having grown so used to non-exercise. He was too tired to burn any calories while helplessly watching his body grow. His gut became a staple of his figure, hanging out in front of him unable fit in any of his clothes. He developed smooth vanilla tits that pointed out that sat atop the gelatinous bulge that was his belly. The only thing he could hide was his second chin with a beard. Otherwise he was now just large ball of lard, forever growing into the empty countryside.

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#third-person #fat-gain #instinct-food

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Luke could never remember getting his tattoos, they just seemed to appear on his body. Each day was a mystery, Luke waking up wondering if more of his body was covered in ink. He could hardly remember when it started either. He knew at some point he'd had much less, a lot more clean skin. When he looked in the mirror now, however, he couldn't imagine it having looked any different.

His photos told a different story however. He could scroll back through his reel within the last year and see no art on his body, watching as each month more dark lines etched into his skin. Still, his mind reminded calm for some reason, not panicked. He felt like things would turn out alright, somehow, as if he was being taken care of.

He would have known for certain if he was allowed to remember after each time his friend drove him home. One simple command and Luke would be out, asked to strip so his friend could see the new tattoos and remaining open skin. Luke would comply, mind emptied, lowering his pants to show the new ink.

His friend would whistle, seeing an open area and telling Luke to get in the truck. They'd end up at the tattoo parlor they always went to, the friend telling the artist where to draw. Luke would remain vacant, docile as his body was marked up, an ink boy to his friend. It wouldn't be long until he'd end up back in bed on those nights, moaning to his friends cock inside him as he further lost control of his life.

#third-person #memory-loss #hypnosis

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Keaton knew he shouldn't have started dating a feeder. They were a cute boy, one that had been pining after him for a while. Keaton had always been slightly overweight, their body heavier from spending time on the football team and wrestling. It drove the boy wild, making them constantly hit on Keaton time and time again until Keaton finally relented and agreed to start dating.

It started innocent enough, Keaton taken out to nice restaurants. The boy always insisted on paying, spoiling Keaton with appetizers and large dishes. They even headed out to fill any leftover space with dessert. Keaton didn't pay the special attention any mind, letting his inhibitions go and indulging in the attention. Keaton was ignorant as the boy took advantage of his appetite, slowly nurturing it until Keaton became dependent on the surplus of food, constantly hungry.

Keaton had no choice but to let himself go as his body took control, demanding to be filled constantly. He was left with no option but to fall in line with the boy's constant supply of food. Keaton would end up over at the boy's house almost every night, pampered by large dishes of home-cooked meals. Their evenings were spent on the couch waiting for it all to digest, Keaton a fat sack of lard for his boy to play with.

Keaton found himself as a hog in heaven, slowly grown by the feeder that was his owner. It wasn't long until his entire body rippled at the slightest touch, a soft belly responding with waves that traveled up to his fat chest and ham hocks of arms. Keaton didn't care anymore. As long as his belly was filled, he was a happy pig.

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