#bearification

[cannabisbutch]

Wait omfg i almost missed that its my T anniversary today! 3 years baby!! 💁🩵🩷🤍🏳️‍⚧️

#juniper.txt #bearification #transgender #transmasc #genderqueer

[littleandlard]

#ex twink #fat belly #gay gainer #thin to chunky #feedee belly #bearification

[wannabeanotter]

Kiss in the dark; part 2

You reel, and look around. You're WAY outnumbered by these men, and your weight has shifted; a whole new new center of mass it hard to adapt to. You try to move, but all you can do is squirm. Suddenly, the big guy turns around, and pulls his shorts down. His ass is huge, and hairy as shit. It's like a fucking forest. What the fuck is he planning

You work it out

OH NO. OH NO NO NO NO N-

It's too late. He leans back, and stuffs your whole face against his huge ass. You feel yourself squeezed between his round, muscular glutes, rubbing against every one of thick black hairs. You squirm, and try to yell, but it's to no avail - you're overpowered. After what feels like for fucking ever, you peel your face away, gasping for breathe. It feels like pulling apart velcro… as if something in his forest of hair was tugging at your face, something itchy.

The horde of bears cheer, what's happening?. You look in the mirror, and...

WHAT THE FUCK HAVE YOU DONE TO ME

A thick, wet beard has been plastered all over your face. You clutch it with both hands, and run your fingers through the dense wiry hair. You lick your lips, but your once pretty, smooth face has gone. The bear's hair has taken root in your face, and from now on you're cursed to be a thick, hairy bastard like him.

It's even worse. Looking up, you see your pretty long hair is gone. Instead, the curse has shaved it clean. You look just like any of the other fuckers in the club. You touch your shiny head, and nearly start to cry. But, you're interrupted-

The bear kisses you dead on the lips, and it feels fucking incredible. Every sensation - his tongue, your beards rubbing against each other - the whole thing is electric. You feel a lump grow in your throat. Wait, not a lump, it's your Adam's apple. He pulls away and you grunt in your new, deep voice.

You want to cry. Everything has been taken from you. Your waist, your face, your voice. You try to yell, but all that comes out is a growl. The crowd laughs, each bear staring at you grinning. They know what you are now. You know what you are now.

To be continued

#bearification #hairy tf #bear tf #twink to bear

[ultram0th]

You woke up and sat up in your bed, hearing the mattress squeak more than usual. Cocking your eyebrow, you hopped out and hurried over to your bathroom. As you ran, you felt a cumbersome weight whenever you lifted your legs and an unknown bouncing sensation coming from behind you. When you entered your bathroom and flipped on the light, you gasped at your new reflection.

Standing in the mirror before you was the hottest muscle bear you’d ever laid your eyes on. He had thick pecs that were capped with large nipples that stood at attention. Biceps bulged and rested on large lats. Thighs were thick and pressed together, supporting the weight of the massive bubblebutt that was attached to the backside. Plus, the reflection displayed a large, nine-inch cock that dangled wildly with every movement. Best of all was that every large muscle was covered in sexy body hair.

It took you a few moments to register that the reflection in the mirror really was your own. Whenever you moved, the reflection followed suit. You flexed both of your now massive, hairy biceps, grinning widely when the man in the mirror did so too.

“Holy crap!” you exclaimed, feeling so turned on by your deeper voice. You had no idea how you’d managed to get your dream body, but you figured that it was best not to question fate. You happily got ready for work, finding that your clothes had even managed to change as well to fit over your new physique. You opted for the usual button-down shirt and khakis that you wore everyday to the office, however, this time you were pleased to see that your bulk strained the fabric to bursting. Your pecs stressed the buttons of your shirt to the limit and your nipples poked noticeably against the fabric. Your large cock was clearly outlined in your pants and your bubblebutt pressed against the back so much that you wondered if it’d rip to shreds the moment you took a step.

Even when you drove to work, you were giddy with the fact that your massive biceps kept brushing up against your plump pecs the entire drive, making you rock hard.

When you got to work, everybody acted as if you’ve always been a sexy, hairy musclestud. You puff out your chest with pride and strut around the office with your head held high. When it comes time for your big presentation, you enter into the conference room that has all of the higher ups, including your immediate supervisors.

You set up your slide show and stand in front of the board room, and begin to go over your topic, loving having all eyes on you. Again, you puff out your chest with pride, loving how one of the board member’s eyes widened with want at the sight of your hard nipples creating nubs on your shirt.

“…as you can see by the data presented,” you continued, using a laser pointer to direct attention to a graph, “we can clearly indicate that I have the biggest muscletits in this damn office.” You bounced both of your massive pecs, your eyes widening with shock at the words that left your mouth.

One of the board members leaned onto the conference table, cocking his eyebrow at you. “What was that?” he asked in a low voice.

You could feel blush forming on your bearded face and you wanted to walk out of the room to compose yourself. However, your new body apparently had other ideas as you felt your hands grab at your shirt, ripping it open to expose your hairy chest. “I said that I have the biggest muscletits in this office!” you bellowed loudly. To punctuate your obscure point, you reached up and gripped both of your larger nipples and gave them a rough tug, making your cock twitch to life. As if you were witnessing a movie, you saw and heard everything you were doing, but were unable to control any of it. 

A few of the board members left the room, weirded out expressions written over their faces, however a few of them (all men) remained, displaying hunger and lust.

You felt yourself toss your shirt to the floor as you started flexing, licking your larger biceps seductively in front of your bosses. You pleaded with yourself to stop as your fingers began to fumble with the button on your pants. However those pleas were useless as you smiled and dropped your khakis to the floor, exposing your widened thighs and large bulge to the room.

“Have you ever seen a bod this sexy?” you asked the men in the room, cringing at the cocky words that you were saying. You even wiggled your hips and made your bulge in your jockstrap bounce, continuing to show off.

You were screaming internally as you felt yourself turn around, slowly bending forward to show off your bubblebutt to the small group of higher ups. Both of your beefy hands slapped down onto your larger cheeks and you wanted to run and hide when you felt them part as you flashed your tight hole to your bosses.

The men cheered and some even clapped at your impromptu show.

“Hmm, looks like it still kills inhibitions,” one of them muttered to the other.

The one to his right nodded. “Yeah, but you can’t deny that they give subjects such a fuckin’ sexy body. I say it’s worth it.”

“Yeah, we’ll be able to market this as some sort of himbo pill: big muscles, zero brains.”

You began to panic at what you heard. Somehow, you’d been a guinea pig for your bosses, testing out some new supplement that had given you your dream body, but had turned you into a major muscleslut at the same time. You cringed at the thought of yourself showing off constantly in public: flashing your hole at the grocery store, playing with your bubblebutt at the movies, tugging on your large nipples at the coffee shop. No matter what, your new body would be on display and you’d be showing off how sexy you thought it was all the time.

“Ughh!” you grunted as you came in front of the men, a large wet spot forming on your jockstrap. As soon as you caught your breath, you felt yourself drop onto all fours and wag your massive cheeks at the men. “Who wants a turn?”

One of them stood up, followed by another, and then another, and soon a line was forming…

#dave amarel #muscle #musclegrowth #bodybuilder #hair growth #pecs #hairy chest #bear #bearification #loss of control #uncontrollable

[malewgtfstories]

Hairy!!!

Before anything a shoutout to "@randy1790" for this wonderful idea. 

 A clear day reflected off the clean windowpanes of Alexanders' mansion. He had a strange encounter with an old withering hairy man. You see Alexander was a spoiled white rich kid. He was a snob to people around him. Little did he know his antics would lead to something much worse. His crude and dehumanizing treatment of others would bite him in the ass.

The old man was sitting at the bus stop across from Alexander's house. He looked like a man with low status and his clothes mirrored that thought. Alexander found the sight of the old man to be repulsing. He hated the idea of a useless old slob being inside of his neighborhood. He noticed that throughout his outfit something stuck out like a sore thumb—a necklace in the man's pocket. Alexander assumed the old man had stolen it. Thus he thought that stealing it from him would be "cleansing the community". Next thing you know Alexander is crossing the street to perform his wicked deed. Alexander slipped to sit next to the man and as he sat there he noticed how hairy the man was. He looked like a goddam gorilla. This made Alexander even more invested in wanting to get that necklace . He swiftly without the old man noticing swiped the man's necklace out of the man's pocket and laughed at his face.

"Look what I got from you. You dirty, lazy, old slob."

"Gi-give it back. It's mine you, clueless buffoon."

"I find it quite comedic that someone as poor as you would have this designer neckless. Are you sure it's yours?"

"Yes, now give it back."

"I don't think so. It's mine now. No one at your level should deserve something as pretty as me."

"I will warn you, boy. This necklace is something you should not play with. You will receive dire consequences. I'm warning you now to get rid of it as soon as possible if not you will fall to the curse of the previous owners."

Alexander scoffed. "This man is bluffing," Alexander thought to himself. As soon as the man finished his warning the bus came, and the old man entered the bus. Deep down Alexander felt like the old man's warning had meaning. Unfortunately, Alexander's alter ego got the best of him, and he put the necklace on himself. Once he put it on, he felt a shiver down his spine but believed it was nothing. Little did he know the change had just begun. 

It began with his weight. His once fully abbed torso began to inflate with mounds of fat. Layer after layer hid his once Greek god-like physic. For the first time, he felt the feeling of love handles. Alexander's stomach begins to be full of stretch marks. Each one to signify each pound he gained. His stomach quickly went from a beer belly to a gainer belly. It was a huge mound of fat unlike before. Next were his beautifully trained legs. One of Alexander's greatest accomplishments. They began to turn into tree tucks to hold the massive pressure they were under. Likewise, both his ass and arms were plumped up with pounds of fat. It looked like he had always been the "fat" kid when growing up. Alexander was horrified by the transformation. He didn't know that the transformation had just begun. Next was the gain of body hair. Something Alexander despised. Because of the dense forest that encoded every inch of his body, he realized a strong musk that was permanently entangled with the locks that made his body.

The olfactory that was produced by his manly body slowly began to change Alexander. Alexander was dead Alex took his place. He didn't live in a mansion he lived in the slums of the city. He no longer feared being a hairy lazy slob. If anything, he strived to be an even hairier lazier slob. Thanks to the necklace he could do it.

(Later that day)

As Alex sat on his worn-out couch he stared at his TV. Letting his brain rot to the hypnotic and dumbfounded content. He heard a knock on the door. And low and behold the old man from the bus stop stared right back at him.

"I told you the consequences were great. Now you look like a fat and useless slob just like me."

"Thanks for opening my eyes, man. I look so fucking hot. Don't you thin —BRRAAAAAAAAPPPP!!”

"Damn, you do look like a slob. I came to tell you good news. This stone gives you the power to seek your deepest desire. It seems it like to pervert your dream and sometimes it tends to over exaggerate."

"Wait so I can have whatever I want."

"Well, not exactly it..."

"I WISH TO HAVE THE POWER TO WARP REALITY. Now then since I have my wish. My first act is to punish you. Since you left me all alone. From now on you will never leave me side."

"What do you mean? Stop! Let go. STOPPPPPPPPPPP!!!"

That was the last time people ever saw the old man. Well, at least in his human form. The old man became part of the dense forest of hair that made up Alex's chest. Alex's hair density exponentially increased. As hair started to multiply. He looked like a real-life bear. The old man at first was disgusted by the idea of being stuck in the musky scent that came from Alex's pores. But after a while, he started to enjoy the feeling of musk. It turned him on. He loved the feeling of being wet. He came to enjoy the life Alex offered him. Deep down the old man knew the reason he was stuck there was because of the necklace above him, but he came to terms with his new life. From now on he was part of Alex. Whether he liked it or not.

#permanent tf #wish gone wrong #fat gain tf #bearification #bhm weight gain #male weight gain stories #male transformation #fat tf #male tf

[derekhighwaytf]

InstaCub

I loved the Cha Cha Room.  It was as exclusive as it was expensive, but hey that’s the price you pay when you’re a social media sensation.  Being Trey, the sexy instagram model wasn’t without its downsides, however.  The worst thing was when guys who should’ve known that someone of my caliber wouldn’t be interested in them tried to hit on me.  Sure, I fucked my fans regularly, but only the ones that shared my dedication to beauty.  I couldn’t help that I was born gorgeous.

My entourage, an aesthetically curated group of other models (all only slightly less attractive than myself) walked into the Cha Cha Room, ready to be gawked at, each of us oozing beauty and charisma. The crowd parted like the Red Sea, their eyes filled with awe, desire, and, my favorite, envy.

But amongst that sea, there was one guy that forced me to do a double take.  Doug, rounder and balder than anyone else, didn't fit the usual demographic that came to Cha Cha. It was a mystery how he must’ve slipped his way in when security wasn’t looking, because there was no chance they’d ever willingly allow someone who looked like that to enter such exclusive premises.  And, to make matters worse, when he caught me staring at his odd appearance, he began to make his way toward me, a small, devious smile playing on his lips.

"Can I buy you a drink?," he asked.  I raised an eyebrow, my lips curling into a smirk.  Sure, he was far beneath my standards, but I loved teasing my inferiors, especially when it comes with a free drink.  "Well, aren't you a sweetheart," I replied, trying to hide my disdain for his smelly, musky demeanor.

As we talked and I pretended to listen, he must’ve farted at least three times, but I wanted to be nice, so I held my breath and counted the seconds till I could rejoin my way cooler group of friends.  However, when Doug began flirting, I couldn’t help it.  A chuckle bubbled up from my chest and I shook my head, saying "Doug, was it?  No amount of drinks in this club could make me think you're anything but fat, smelly, and bald."

“And what’s wrong with that?” he said earnestly.  “This is a bar for fat, smelly, bald guys after all.”

“What are you talking about?” I asked.  Just as the words escaped my lips, I noticed something strange. As my eyes scanned the crowd, I realized that everyone, even my formerly flawless friends, looked just like Doug. They’d grown beards, their hair on their head was gone, and they all had guts the size of bowling balls.  I felt a chill run down my spine as I started to walk away.

“I must be in the wrong place.  I don’t belong here,” I said, just barely missing the door.  But before I could free myself from this hellhole, Doug stopped me and said, “Yes you do.  I think you fit in perfectly.”

Suddenly, my Gucci shirt felt tight around my midsection, and my once firm arms now felt doughy. As I turned to leave, a full-length mirror on the wall revealed a shocking transformation.   I reached up and where once were lush and thick chestnut locks, was now greeted the cold, bare skin of a rapidly receding hairline, retreating with alarming speed, creating an expanding dome of skin I’d never seen before.

Clumps of my hair began to detach themselves from my scalp, falling gently to the club floor. Each strand felt like a piece of my identity, a piece of Trey, falling away to reveal the bald truth underneath. I watched in frozen terror, feeling each follicle detach until all that remained was nothing but a smooth, shiny surface. I was as bald as an egg.

And then I farted.

Pffffffft.

I was disgusted with myself for only a moment, until I started to let a hearty chuckle much deeper than my old voice.

I looked in the mirror again, my face so much more different than it was ten minutes ago—familiar, but not the one I had painstakingly maintained for the world to admire. Suddenly, the world seemed to shift as a flood of memories washed over me. I wasn't Trey, the Instagram sensation. I was Tom, a twenty-something, bald, overweight man who didn’t shower, farted every five minutes, and fucked anyone who’d have me.  This was my bar and I was gonna make sure all my fellow cubs had a good time

As the rock music blared and the crowd at Tommy’s Den started to become increasingly alluring to me, I was suddenly hit with a wave of unfulfilled desire, a need for cock.  So I pulled Doug aside to the bathroom and…well you can guess what happened next.

I was Tom now, and, honestly, my life was so much better…

Pffffffffft.

#bald #bald tf #male transformation #tf #gay tf #mental change #tf story #twink to bear #bear tf #bearification

[chocolatechubby]

The Bearification of Henry.

#ccmorphs #ccmorphmashup #ccmorphmovie #henry cavill #bearification #chubbycelebs85

[wishmaster]

I've been balding lately and thinking of shaving my head. I wish I could pull off a hairy muscle bear look but not nearly bulky enough for that!

Bearly remembers

Suddenly you sneeze next thing you know your body's enlarged and you're covered in hair everywhere but your head. shocked at first especially since you no longer fit in your clothes you stand there.

You smile realizing all you were before had disappeared from the world. Suddenly you're transported to a club in new sexy clothes,

You are indeed a hairy muscle bear out on the prowl for some cubs to take home and nurture!!

#body transformation #male transformation #twisted wish #bearification

[dragonstailbutch]

hey, it's been forever! how have you been? yeah, I'm doing ok, it's so nice to see you! love the weight you've put on, suits you soooo much better.

yeah I know it's hard to shave now, you don't need to tho, you look much better with all that hair. I mean, just look at MY tummy, doesn't it look so nice and appetizing? don't you want that too? and look at how big my arms and legs are, all that exercise and I just gain more muscle and fat. That's right, youd look so handsome, all soft and hairy and strong too!

here, let me help you with your t-shot, we can grab dinner and some beer and maybe eat ice cream after, cause you're such a good boy for me, you don't wanna be all skinny do you? it'll be a good treat and reward for all the hard work you've done to look so handsome

#force masc #forcemasc #nsft #trans nsft #trans masc #trans masc nsft #t4t #nsft t4t #twink murder #< no actual murder i prommy #bearification

[notthatfatbut]

Comparison between a photo of my actual self from a while ago to an AI fattened and bearified idealized version of what I could have been.

And yes I used the same picture as the one that was morphed. God I wish I looked like that. Maybe not the facial hair, though.

#fatty #fatass #fantasy weight gain #obesity #fatboy #ssbhm #fat belly #bearification #AI weight gain #fat comparison #fatso #moobs

[wannabeanotter]

I am always working lately it seems. Running from one job to another. I’m so envious of those men who seem to just be able to let themselves go. To not do what’s expected of them. Think you can help me relax a bit and get rid of some of my responsibility?

You wanna let loose? Sure bro!! First off, have a drink! It's on me.

Now, I've got some bad news. You're never going to set yourself free when you have a corporate structure to answer for, yknow? So I've taken the liberty and had you fired.

Aww, don't look at me like that. Here, have another drink

The second thing is your brain. You're too, well, how do I put it... motivated. You keep on thinking about things like "goals" and "consequences". Loser shit, not enough instant gratification. So, don't worry bro, I just turned all of that off. You want a beer? just drink one, no more fears about hangovers and "obligations" tomorrow. That pizza looks good, right? Eat another slice. Eat 5 more slices. Who gives a shit if you've already had enough food for 2 men today.

Wait, what's that? You feel weird? Like your body? Well yeah, duh, actions have consequences.

Oh right, I forgot I blasted that part of your brain. I guess you'll just have to live with whatever happens

Yeah yeah, I know, shit sucks. But I guess all those calories started to add up. I said I'll help you loosen up, not your waistband.

The hair? I don't know what your talking about bro. Have you ever seen a fucker like you who wasn't hairy? Didn't think so. This is all natural. This is all right.

Well, nearly.

There's one last problem bro, even lazy dudes get their shit together; even pigs like you can stop eating, can get a job again, maybe even start working out. In my mind it just aint permanent enough.

So, I think I'm gonna give you something else. Something that can sap up any little sliver of focus you manage to squeeze out. Something that's going to eat up every minute of your life from now on.

Oop, there is goes. Do you feel that? Your mind is going somewhere else and it won't be coming back anytime soon

Tell me when you work it out ;)

From now on, you'll be spending every waking moment thinking about your cock, playing with it non-stop. You wanna fuck anything and everything you see, don't you?

Good luck getting your job back now bro ;)

#bearification #weight gain tf #hairy tf #bear tf #dumber

[cannabisbutch]

Hairy cripple bear tummy under the cut bc im in pain but im also cute

#cripplepunk #bearification #TENS unti time bc cramps are killing me rn

[ultram0th]

Froy and Zane were the picturesque It Couple. Two young gay men who were unafraid to be affectionate in public was enough to bring social media into an applause.

The cutesy couple made out in the bedroom one night, getting ready for some sexy time when Froy paused.

He pulled back for a moment in confusion, having slid his hands up his boyfriend's shirt. "Um, Babe?" he asked. "Did you grow out your chest hair?" His fingers ran through a thick pelt of fur that seemingly covered Zane's pecs.

Zane looked back in confusion as well, having been naturally smooth for years. "No...?" he trailed off, looking downward at himself. His voice disappeared in his throat the second he saw the new chest hair curling over his collar. "What the hell?"

The second he looked down, Zane's eyes nearly popped out of his skull as he watched his pecs grow. The mounds seemingly inflated and rounded, the buttons on his shirt popping off as he grew. The hairy muscletits came into view as they burst out of his shirt, being capped with large, nubby nipples.

Not to be outdone, Zane's gut followed suit. His abs disappeared before his stomach grew outwards. His gut steadily inflated until he had a complete hairy muscle gut that protruded far out in front of him.

"Wh-what happened to me?" Zane panicked as his hands ran over his rotund belly. "I'm huge!"

Before Froy could attempt to comfort his larger boyfriend, flinched when he felt his own shirt begin to constrict around him. His jaw dropped when he looked down at himself, watching as his own chest inflated and grew hairy.

The two boyfriends could only watch in shock as they grew larger and much hairier. Their arms grew in size, their biceps packing on much more meat. They had to shift their stance on the bed as their asses inflated and rounded out, their thighs getting bigger too.

As a final touch, the boyfriends felt their faces start to itch as beards sprouted out over their smooth faces. Their baby faces were completely altered as wrinkle lines formed near their eyes and their cheeks even rounded out some more, their necks widening to account for their deeper voices that uttered from their beefier bodies.

"Babe, what happened to us?" Zane cried out in his deeper, baritone-filled voice.

"We look like daddies," Froy muttered as his hands explored his larger and much hairier body. Despite how freaked out his was over his mysterious transformation, the sight of his now older boyfriend with a large set of fuzzy pecs that rested atop a large musclegut turned him on.

"What?" Zane asked when he saw his dady of a boyfriend hungrily staring at him.

"You really make a sexy daddy," Froy playfully growled, reached over and running an admiring hand through his boyfriend's thick chest hair, pausing to thumb a nubby nipple.

Zane bellowed out a low moan and allowed to himself to be felt up by his larger boyfriend, totally succumbing to his new life as a large muscle daddy.

#froy gutierrez #zane phillips #bearification #daddification #Muscle #Musclegrowth #Hairy #Hair growth #Age Progression #AP #Request

[malewgtfstories]

Yes Coach!!!

A new sunny day reflected on the wet grass of Sunnydale High. The smell of the game that took Sunnydale to Nationals was looming. The pressure on Jimmy was immense. He was the QB after all. He didn't want to disappoint his parents, his classmates, but especially his coach. He praised the coach for his strong and manly demeanor. He knew the coach was a football star in his High School years some might say he was even a prodigy. Unfortunately, an accident caused him to never be able to play football again. In reality, the main reason why Jimmy didn't want to disappoint Coach White was because he secretly had a crush on the coach. He tried to deny his feelings toward Coach White, but he looked irresistible. Coach White was the definition of a proud American man. He had a protruding gut. His ginormous gut made a 4XL skintight. On top of that, he was hairy. Something that always infatuated Jimmy. He loved a man with a big belly and a big bread. Last but not least he loved his gigantic ass, which jiggled with every step he took. He loved the freedom the coach had with no care in the world. Getting to eat anything and everything whenever he wanted to. It seemed to be Jimmy's biggest wet dream. All of these contributing factors led to Jimmy always hiding his hard-on while near the coach.

On the other end, Jimy was a thin, lean, and hairless Mexican teen. He was the popular Jock attracting people from both genders. He was a people magnet. This made him frustrated as all he wanted was to have Coach White. He was confused about how everyone at school fawned over him and his looks. Everyone except for Coach White. He was sexually frustrated finding football the only way to relieve the pressure building inside of him.

As the school day was reaching its end, Jimmy knew this meant the game would soon begin. This was his one and only chance to impress his coach. All he strived for was for the validation of his crush. Little did he know this would warp his sense of reality as soon one looked down at him. The team was on the field waiting for their prized quarterback to come out of the locker room. Everyone was confused as to why he took his time. The game was about to begin. Jimmy stayed in the locker room contemplating whether he had made the right decision. Whether he was fit for playing at the National level. He is scared of losing. He was scared of disappointing. After a few minutes of complete silence, Coach White walked in. He was embarrassed to show this side to the coach. So, Jimmy braced himself for the confrontation he would have with the coach. "Why are you here sulking all alone? You're about to play for goddamn nationals grow a pair." "I'm sorry coach I'm not ready for this. I feel sick in my stomach." "Come on bud you're a senior. Why not leave this school with a bang? You've been preparing this all four years. Don't give up now." "I'm sorry coach, but I can't." "Well, then son I've done all I could do for you. If you quit our team, well be done. We surely won't make it without you." Coach White sighed in disappointment. He turned his back in frustration and began to exit the dimly lit room. Jimmy knew that this would be his only chance to say how he truly felt. Jimmy in a desperate attempt grabbed Coach White by his hand and turned him. "Listen coach I've been holding this in since freshman year, but I can't hold it in anymore. You are the sexiest person I know. When your big belly and ass jiggles give me boners. Your big beard makes us want to stuff you till you have crumbs intertwined between the jungle that covers your face. All I would want is to be in your shoes I know your dream is to be in my fit body, but I on the other hand would love to have the freedom your big belly gives you. I would love to have a big burly body that bumps into everything while you walk down a hallway. I just wish for the freedom you have." "I don't know where this is coming from. I know you are stressed about the game, but this is concerning." Little did they know that the god of fate had other ideas. He saw the desperation in Jimmy's eyes, so he decided to accomplish his wish. After all the god of fate is kind. Is he not? But all wishes have their downside. to balance the scales of fate something had to balance out the scales. The drawback was that their body switch would be permanent. Coach White felt weirded out by the love declaration of his star student, but deep down he did feel the same way. So did the god of fate. The switch began, and both Coach White and Jimmy felt a strange sensation in their stomachs. Jimmy felt piles of lard start to pile on him. He fell as his center of gravity was thrown off. Frist his

smooth six-pack was replaced by a small hairy beer belly. It grew to the point where it seemed he was fully free in a pregnancy. With that love, hands started to appear which gave him a wider look. His pecs soon followed as they lost all their muscle mass and were replaced with big utters. His arms lost their definition and were replaced with piles of lard that settled in where the muscle was. Hair started to grow all over his body except his head which seemed to diminish. His penis seemed to grow in thickness. Unfortunately, his fat seemed to cover this manhood. Just like his arms lost their previous fit look his legs were replaced with big trucks to hold up the gargantuan man he was now. Last but not least was his ass. Which seemed to be replaced with Jello. It was so big that the seams of his football unfirm were stretched to their full ability. Likewise, his shirt stretched in ways he never thought it would. His arms, gut, ass, and legs were clinging to dear life. Until "pop" his uniform tore and he was left there naked in the middle of the locker room. Likewise, Coach White went through his own transformation his body seemed to shrink and shrivel into a fit and young man. He gained definition in his body. His body burst with energy, and he felt a rush of excitement. He lost his body hair and looked like a hairless Greek god. And with the luxurious locks that replace his once bald hair surely completed the look. Coach White I mean Jimmy gave old clothes to Coach White. Coach White sat there in disbelief that his wish came true he felt uncomfortable. Unfortunately, they had no time to fret they had a game to win. People saw Jimmy play and they thought he had played like never before. It was as if he had gained years of experience. After the whole ordeal, Sunnydale came out as the victors and went to nationals. Everyone praised Jimmy for his hard work. Coach White felt jealous as he took his win, but there was nothing to do. He pulled him away and told him. "We need to find a way to get to our original bodies." "I'm sorry coach I don't know what you're talking about. I'm Jimmy and your Coach White." Coach White sat in silence as all of Coach White's memories came flooding in. Soon nothing remained that was part of Jimmy in Coach White. All he could think about how hungry he was. He was thinking about how many pizzas to stuff in his mouth. This was who they were now. No possible way to change back, and it is not like they would do anyway. The one who took the final laugh was the god of fate. Never mess with fate.

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[derekhighwaytf]

Vanity, Oh Vanity

With a chiseled jawline and sculpted muscles that are the result of countless hours in the gym, you must think you’re the spitting image of youth and physical perfection. You exude a confidence that's almost intoxicating. Your hair, a glossy waterfall of golden locks, is your crowning glory, accentuating your overly self-assured smile.

And if life is a game to you, "HookedUp" is your playground. Every day, hundreds of messages fill your inbox from men who would do anything just to get a response back from you. Your fingers dance across the screen, teasing and toying with these horny bastards who seek your attention. The thrill of the chase, the art of seduction—it's a game you play so masterfully. You revel in the attention, basking in your control of the chase, always one step ahead, relishing the power your beauty affords you.

But then, out of the blue, here comes a message from "Need2SuckNow." The profile picture stops you in your tracks—a chubby, bald man with a browless face and a ridiculous mustache. What a fucking loser! You laugh aloud, feeling a mixture of contempt and amusement. He is everything you are not, a stark contrast to your own graceful elegance. These are the guys that make you ashamed of the gay community. Horny, desperate fuckers who are so ugly that they shouldn’t be allowed to see the light of day.

That is, until he messages you. "Too good for me, huh? Well let's see about that.” Your laughter freezes in your throat. A chill runs down your spine, something about the message seeming too unusual just to ignore. You quickly try to block the account, but your app freezes up until you receive another chilling message.

"It must be easy to keep a clean face when you only have to shave once every week. But a mustache would look nice on your upper lip. Must suck that you can't get rid of it."

Your heart pounds as a sudden tingling sensation dances across your upper lip. You dash to the bathroom mirror, terror gripping you as you find a thick, bushy mustache sprouting uncontrollably. You can feel each hair pushing through your skin, an alien sensation that makes your stomach churn. In a panic, you grab your razor and try shave it off, but it grows back instantly, each hair thicker and coarser than before. Your face, once the epitome of smooth perfection, is now marred, the mustache making you appear like some kind of seventies porn actor.

Then a new message pops up: "Hmmm, even with that worm on your face, you're still undeniably sexy. Well, you were, until you lost your hair.”

Your heart hammers in your chest as a foreign sensation begins to crawl across your scalp. Your hair—once your golden crown, each strand lovingly styled and nurtured—begins to wither, shriveling up into thin strings of dull brown. You watch in the mirror, helpless, as each luxurious strand shrivels and falls like brittle leaves from a dying tree. Your scalp tingles with a sensation akin to thousands of tiny ants marching in unison, each step another hair lost, another cruel reminder of what you're losing. In mere moments, you go from a thick, glossy mane to completely and utterly bald, your scalp laid bare, smooth, and cold. The beautiful image you've spent you’re entire life crafting has shattered within mere minutes.

“Well look who went from twink to daddy! You would get to enjoy this if only you weren’t two cheeseburgers away from becoming a bear."

The words echo in your ears as you feel a strange bloating sensation work up your stomach. It starts subtly, a softness in the muscles you've worked so hard to sculpt. Your reflection warps as your once well-defined muscles begin to transform into flabby, gut-like masses. Each ripple and curve you've proudly displayed becomes obscured by an unwelcome softness. Your pecs, once firm and strong, sag into the unrecognizable shape of man boobs. Your abs dissolve into a paunch, like you’ve just drank four kegs of beer, and your arms have now become hefty wind sails.

You strain to move as your body expands, each part becoming softer and more unmanageable. The grace and ease with which you once moved are replaced by a sluggish, heavy feeling. You reach out, touching the body that was once your pride, feeling it jiggle back, unable to reconcile the stranger staring back at you.

A new message chills you to the bone: “And if that wasn’t enough, you might’ve still been able to get laid if you hadn’t shaved your eyebrows off, you nasty punk!”

Your heart lurches, and you instinctively reach up, touching the place where your eyebrows once framed your alluring eyes. They're gone. You feel the bare skin, smooth and empty, the absence more profound than mere hair. Your eyes, once highlighted by well-groomed brows, now stare back at you freakishly, wide and vulnerable, framed by a void that seems to laugh at your former vanity.

“And don’t think you can hide the new you from the world. It’s too bad that you have an insatiable need to get fucked in the kinkiest ways possible. Now that you’re the town whore, everyone knows that you will do anything to get filled.”

A shiver runs through you as a new sensation takes hold—an intense, overpowering craving for cock. It's not just a desire; it's a need, a hunger that gnaws at your very core. Your body aches with it, every fiber of your being consumed by a lust you've never known. You find yourself feverishly messaging guys on the app, the very desperation you mocked replacing the playful teasing that once defined your game. The desire to be filled with cum overshadows everything else, even as your transformed appearance continues to haunt your every move. It doesn’t matter who, you need cock, and you need it now.

The transformation is complete, the new you solidified, your username now the mocking reminder of what you once laughed at: Need2SuckNow. Your vanity, your grace, your confidence—all of it is gone, replaced by an insatiable hunger for cock that will not be denied.

You are Need2SuckNow, and the world will never let you forget it.

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