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You come round in an empty classroom. As your brain tries to catch up to its new reality, you notice is the immense weight you carry. You can feel the tension of fat against your shirt, the pressure of sweaty rolls of flab pushed up into each other by your tight belt, the hot itch of wiry white facial hair. The musty smell of your cardigan...

Door bursts open, pulling you from your reverie, and the students start to pile in - your old self amongst them. Not that you remember. But he does. He flashes you a dark smirk and winks.

Young people these days, honestly. No respect. Oh well, six months until retirement!

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As I stood in my office, surrounded by cardboard boxes and memories, the weight of the situation settled heavily upon me. Being CEO of a company had been my dream, my passion, my identity. But now, as the company was being acquired and I was being let go.

I sighed deeply, running my hands through my hair as I began to pack up my belongings. It was a bitter pill to swallow, knowing that I was being replaced, that my vision for the company would no longer shape its future. Yet, there was nothing I could do but accept it and move on.

Just as I was folding a stack of papers into a box, there was a knock on the door. I straightened up, turning to see a representative from the acquiring company standing in the doorway.

"Richard," the representative began, stepping into the room with purpose. "I know this might seem unexpected, but we have an offer for you."

I raised an eyebrow, my curiosity piqued despite myself. "An offer? What kind of offer?"

The representative hesitated for a moment before reaching behind him and producing a peculiar-looking suit. It was sleek and black, but the strangest thing about it was that it seemed to be deflated, as if it were made for a much larger person.

"We want you to still be the CEO, we want you to replace Mr. Becker," the representative said simply, holding out the suit towards me.

I blinked in confusion, my mind struggling to make sense of the situation. Replace Mr. Becker? But he was the one they had just hired to replace me. Why would they want me to replace him already?

Before I could voice my confusion, the representative continued, a hint of urgency in his tone. "We've been following your leadership for years, Richard. Your vision, your determination, your ability to inspire others—it's exactly what we need to lead our company into the future. But we need you to do it as Mr. Becker."

I stared at the suit in disbelief. But as I looked into the earnest eyes of the representative, something stirred within me. With a deep breath, I reached out and took the suit, feeling its weight in my hands.

As I slipped the suit over my shoulders, the fabric felt oddly supple, like a second skin eager to embrace its new host. I shivered as the material made contact with my body, sending a tingling sensation racing across my skin.

At first, it seemed as though nothing had changed. The suit hung loosely around me, its shape undisturbed by my presence. But then, slowly but surely, I felt a subtle shift begin to take place.

It started at my shoulders, where the fabric seemed to tighten, molding itself to the contours of my body with an almost imperceptible precision. As the seconds ticked by, I could feel the suit conforming to my frame, each seam and stitch aligning itself perfectly with my form.

A sense of warmth washed over me as the transformation continued, enveloping me in a cocoon of fabric that seemed to pulsate with life. It was as though the suit itself was alive, responding to some unseen force that guided its movements.

As I glanced down at my hands, I gasped in astonishment. My fingers, once familiar and ordinary, now seemed shorter and stubbier, the skin rough.

But it was my face that underwent the most dramatic transformation of all. As I pulled the mask over my features, I felt a strange sensation wash over me, as if my very essence were being reshaped and remolded.

I closed my eyes, surrendering to the metamorphosis, and when I opened them again, I found myself staring back at the reflection of a stranger. It was Mr. Becker—or rather, it was me, transformed into the likeness of the man who would now be my identity.

My jaw slackened in wonder as I took in the sight before me. My features had hardened, and my hair—once unruly and unkempt—now gone and replaced with a bald scalp.

I blinked several times, trying to reconcile the image in the mirror with the person I had always known myself to be. But as I gazed upon my new reflection, a sense of determination welled up within me. I may have been wearing another man's face, but deep down, I was enjoying this.

With a steadying breath, I straightened my shoulders and the representative handed me a pair of wire frame glasses on my newly formed face. I was no longer Richard—I was Mr. Becker.

As I adjusted them on my face, I couldn't help but feel a sense of detachment, as if I were stepping into someone else's shoes.

"Thank you," I said to the representative, my voice replaced with Mr. Beckers slight accent. "I'll do my best to fulfill this role."

The representative nodded, a smile playing at the corners of his lips. "I have no doubt you will, Richard. Now, it's time for your first task as Mr. Becker."

He gestured towards the computer on my desk, indicating that I needed to give a virtual broadcast to the company. The broadcast went seemlessly, and after the broadcast ended, the representative approached me once again, a look of satisfaction on his face.

"Well done, Mr. Becker," he said, clapping me on the shoulder. "You handled that with grace and confidence. Now, let's discuss what comes next."

And as we delved into the details of my new role, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement building within me. He explained that I will get access to my memories if I pleasure myself, and left a bottle of lotion on the desk. He smiled as he walked out, and I couldn't help but return the same smile with sinister undertones. It was time to embrace the role fully.

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Ah yes, about that... we thought we'd given you to the keys to the wrong room but things seem to have resolved themselves. *Harder to breathe now. You have so many questions, but the dizzy sensation makes it hard to think straight. The hotel manager's smile disarms you and leaves you unsure what all the fuss was about. Ah yes! You'll forget your old self soon.*

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As I stumbled out of the gay bar, I could still hear the echoes of our argument reverberating in my mind. Kelsey and I had clashed over something so trivial, yet it had escalated into a heated exchange, leaving both of us feeling angry. She accused me of being homophobic and maybe she was right. But at that moment, all I could feel was the sting of her words.

I barely registered the man offering me a shot as I stormed towards the exit. In my haze of emotions, I simply grabbed it, not caring about the consequences. Downing the liquid in one gulp, I felt a rush of heat spread through my veins, momentarily distracting me from my troubles. Little did I know, that shot would change everything.

As I stepped out into the cool night air, the world around me started to spin. Colors blurred, shapes distorted, and then everything went black. When I regained consciousness, I was disoriented, my head pounding with a dull ache. Blinking away the haze, I tried to make sense of my surroundings. But as I looked down at my body, horror washed over me like a tidal wave.

Where once there were chiseled muscles and taut skin, there was now flab and loose skin. My hands trembled as I ran my hands over my stomach, feeling the unfamiliar rock hard gut beneath my touch. And when I touched my face, expecting to feel smooth skin, I was met with a coarse beard that scratched against my fingertips.

Panic seized me as I stumbled towards the nearest mirror, desperate to see what had become of me. And what I saw staring back at me was not myself, but a stranger with a protruding gut, bald head and a thick white beard.

I recoiled in horror, unable to comprehend what had happened. Had I been drugged? Was this some sort of cruel prank? But as the events of the previous night flooded back into my mind, I realized with a sinking feeling that the man who had offered me that shot must have had something to do with this.

As I stared at the unfamiliar face in the mirror, unable to believe the reflection was matching my mannerisms. Then, I noticed a picture on the dresser, depicting the man whose body I now inhabited locked in a passionate embrace with another man. And as I gazed at the image, something stirred within me. The man whose body I now inhabited wasn't just any man — he was gay.

At first, I recoiled from the idea, but I was interrupted my the man in the picture coming in.

"Hey Baby" he said as he wrapped his arms around me and pressing his body into me. I felt a wave of lust wash over me. I found myself growing more and more comfortable in my own skin.

Despite my initial reservations, I couldn't deny the horniness that flooded me. I brought the boyfriend back in for a passionate kiss.

Suddenly, A text message pinged on the phone beside me, it was from my old number explaining that I needed to learn my lesson and he'll swap us back at the end of the day. I let my lust take over and blocked the number, in hopes that would prevent a swap back. I kissed the boyfriend again, as he pulled me into a warm embrace and I pressed my cock against his butt. This was going to be better than anything I experienced before.

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Careful What You Wish For

I lay the cheap looking lamp on my bathroom counter as I get ready for a bath. I can't believe I caved and bought it, it's obviously a scam. This stupid lamp isn't gonna grant any wishes, that old man just got some free cash out of me. It doesn't matter, I'll just take a relaxing bath and throw on some Netflix later.

I get undressed and run some hot water into the bath. Some scented candles set the mood for relaxation, and I throw on some music. I dip myself into the warm water, and lay back.

My relaxation doesn't last long however, as a rumbling catches my attention. It's the lamp. It's vibrating with enough force that I can feel it from across the bathroom. Suddenly a purple smoke emerges from the lamp.

"I may grant you one wish." A soft whisper echoes out of the smoke.

What the actual fuck. This isn't possible. Did that guy drug me? Maybe I should just say a wish to see if it's true.

"I wish to be a more mature looking guy who likes sports." I blurt out. I've always hated how much I look like a teenager despite being a full blown adult, so this could fix that. Also I wouldn't mind being a fit guy who likes sports, it wouldn't hurt.

The moment I say it, the smoke starts to travel towards me. All the smoke spirals into my mouth and nose. I should be scared, but it kinda feels nice. A warm feeling sprouts in the core of my body, making me feel relaxed again.

As the smoke fills my body, I feel my muscles twitching. It must be true, my body is changing. My twig like arms thicken, with bulging biceps and defined forearms. My soft hands grow twice as big and fill with rough callouses. My chest puffs out into two juicy pecs and my stomach flattens into a cut six pack. My thighs thicken as I feel my ass plump up. Even my feet look like they've grown a few sizes. I also have to start bending my legs, as Ive become too tall for the bath tub I'm sitting in.

I look at my reflection in the water and see a handsome man in his late twenties. Holy shit, I'm hot! I've got a chiselled jawline with a dark beard covering it. All my features seem more angular, more manly. As I'm observing my reflection, I notice a pelt of dark hair grow all over my body. My chest, my arms, my legs, everywhere is dusted in a coat of hair.

This is everything I wanted. Even the sports. Memories of playing sports all throughout school flood my mind. I especially liked soccer, though I also really liked weight lifting. More memories of my extensive sex life flood my mind, people are almost hypnotised by my good looks.

Just as I'm reminiscing about my past, I remember I should be working out right now. I can't skimp out on my workout routine. I go to get out of the bath and notice I've got my underwear on. Huh, I must have forgotten to take it off before getting in the bath.

As I'm stepping out of the bath, something feels wrong. A warm feeling once again fills my core. I look down and see my six pack fade under a belly of fat. It continues growing until it sags over my underwear. My pecs swell into a pair of man tits, though they still have a solid base of muscle. My arms double in size, though with a soft layer of fat now covering the muscles. My hands thicken until they look like stuffed sausages, as more rough features cover them.

I feel my underwear tighten around my waist as my ass fattens. My thighs thicken until there is no gap between them, and my feet grow many sizes. I even feel my perspective shift higher, as my height increases.

The dark hairs on my body fade to an almost white colour as the hair thickens around my body. As I'm looking down at my body, I notice hair on my head fall to the ground. I look in horror at my reflection in the mirror, I have to duck just to fully see my face. My hairline recedes all the way to the back of my head, leaving me practically bald. My once sharp facial features have softened under a layer of fat. And a double chin has formed under my beard. I look so old.

Though the more I stare at my body, the more familiar it becomes. Memories flood into my mind of my career in soccer. I was a high level player, and a popular one at that. But you age out of professional soccer in your late thirties. I started focusing more on the weight lifting and less on the cardio. There was only so long I could keep that six pack, and turning 50 certainly didn't help with that. I don't mind it though, it makes me feel more manly. And it makes the team I coach more afraid of me.

I snap out of my trance. I grab a towel and start to dry off. Damn I forgot to take off my underwear again, I should get rid of this one anyway, it doesn't fit me anymore. I duck and look at myself in the mirror.

"Lookin good coach." I say as I smile at myself.

I turn to the other side of the bathroom and step on my scale. It reads '350'.

"Damn, I've really let go of myself, huh." I say as I jiggle my gut.

I also measure my height, it reads 6"6. I should have gone into volleyball with the build I had.

I dry off and leave the bathroom. I grab a family sized bag of chips and lay my fat ass down on the couch. I open the tv and it's already on the world cup. I really wouldn't want it any other way.

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Shameless

Inspired by anon ask

Alexander was enjoying the sun out in the park. Summer break had allowed him to worry less about his degree and spend more time with his friends. He had actually been waiting for them to meet him up here for a gossip session, but it seemed like they were running a bit late, no doubt "thanks" to the Pride march that had halted public transport downtown.

Alex, as his friends called him, was gay himself however he found these pride events quite distasteful. He couldn't understand why anyone would find it acceptable to parade around almost naked in public. Alex had seen them earlier too; groups of big vulgar men flaunting their unkempt bodies around for everyone to see. They made him angry. No wonder people were against queer rights if this is how they presented themselves, instead of as normal respectable people. Just shameless.

Alex and his group of gay friends all agreed that these parades were indecent and decided not to go. He was so glad to have found a group of like-minded queer people he could relate to.

Feeling the rays of the sun warm up his skin, Alex remembered to re-apply suncreen. He didn't want to get sunburnt and look like those guys at the parade. Just as he reached for his satchel, Alex heard a mechanical whir and suddenly felt himself get sprayed with water ! The sprinklers had turned on and he barely had time to react before he got completely soaked.

After getting out of the way, Alex assessed the damage. For one, his carefully coiffed hair was ruined. Looking down at his outfit, he saw that it was completely ruined. The wet fabric clung to his twinky body and left nothing for the imagination ! Alex quickly began panicking. He couldn't let anyone see him like this. He was so distracted that he didn't realize that his thin and smooth body was quickly changing into something that was anything but.

With each breath, Alex's body started swelling against the damp fabric. His flat chest expanded into two bulging pecs, followed by ballooning arms and a widening back. Thin wisps of dark hair also began growing over his smooth pecs.

Unaware of the changes, Alex decided that he'd remove his shirt to let it dry before his friends arrived. As he peeled the shirt off of his body, Alex realized that something was wrong. He looked completely different !

Distressed, Alex's breathing quickened and so his entire frame inflated even more. Layers and layers of muscle and body hair built up, transforming his body into that of a hirsute jock.

"What's going on ?!" To his own surprise, Alex's voice also sounded deeper than before, gruff even. He grabbed at his throat and felt his neck expand. His hands then reached his face where he felt his carefully groomed facial hair grow out; first into short stubble then into a thickening beard.

His legs were next as his thighs thickened into meaty hams. His butt plumped up inside his shorts. The jean fabric transformed into a synthetic red one that clung to his body, outlining his bubble butt as well as his swelling genitals. Alex could feel his cock and balls enlarge into that of a bull.

Alex was in complete shock. "Oh god, this can't be happening !" He was repulsed by the appearance of his new body. He hated everything about it ! The muscles, the hair, the way his body was exposed for all to see. "This isn't me ! I'm not some freak !"

Just as he said those words, Alex felt a rumble in his gut. He grabbed at his flat stomach to try to prevent the inevitable.

BUUUUUUUURP

In an instant, his abs contracted and then bloated up into a fattened belly. His entire body lost its definition as a layer of fat covered his bulging muscles.

Alex put his hands over his body to try and hide it. He couldn't let anyone see this.... see ... him...

BUUURP

Alex suddenly felt light-headed. For some reason, as his body swelled up a little bit more with each burp, Alex's need to cover up lessened. Maybe showing off was fine ?

"Wait, no ! It's not fine ! It's indecent !"

BUUUUURP

His thoughts clouded over once again and Alex was pushed a little further to the back of his mind. His demeanor changed a little bit, adopting a wider, more confident stance. This body wasn't worth hiding. In fact, it should be shown off ! These thoughts infected his psyche, and just as Alex tried to push them out-

BUUUUUUUURP

Alex screamed out as he felt the very essence of who he was being corrupted. He we becoming the opposite of himself: big, bold, crude, proud. Alex felt his sense of self diminish, but he had to resist. He couldn't let himself turn into what he hated most.

"I'm Alexander ! I'm handsome and principled. I'm norm-"

BUUUUUUUUUUURP

And with one final burp, Alex's entire personality reshaped itself. All thoughts of decency and respectability receded forever. Alex didn't care about what other people thought ! He wasn't ashamed of how he looked, and he wasn't afraid to show it off ! And if that made him a freak, then he was a proud freak !

The final physical changes took over. His belly ballooned out into a hefty muscle gut. His long beautiful hair that he once loved fell, leaving him completely bald. His skin roughened and tanned, reddened by the constant exposure to the sun. Alex was now who he always knew he was meant to be : a big hot burly daddy bear, and he knew people loved to look at him !

Alex adjusted his tight speedo, which did nothing to hide his impressive package, and started making his way downtown. He had some partying and hooking up to get to.

As he exited the park, he crossed the path of a group of clean cut young gay guys.

" 'Sup boys. Yall going to the pride party with me ?" Alex said in a husky but inviting tone. His former friends looked at him in disgust. They snickered and laughed between themselves. "Why would we ever want to party with the likes of you" one of them interjected.

Alex shrugged and continued on his way. He didn't care what a bunch of tenderqueers had to say about him. Besides, he saw them continuing to stare at him as he walked past. Maybe one of them would join him later.

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Mean Genie #BEN

A man an mysterious wish granting app...

He’d been sat on his phone at home for hours now. Browsing through the many different porn sites looking for something that interested him. Weeks at a time being away from home for work was not fun and now Ben finally had a few days to spend in his own flat, by himself, Alone. But he had his phone for company. At least until the screen began to mess around. Whenever he pressed a button a pop up of a gold lamp appeared. When he tracked it down on the phones settings he saw it was an app he’d never installed and had no name attached to it. Just the gold lamp logo. “Browse some porn for five seconds and I’ve got fucking shit on here already…” He smashed the remove app button to try and delete it but it just stayed on screen, as if nothing had happened. In fact nothing he did seemed to shift it. Ben sighed and gave up, finally clicking it. “It’s either some advert or a pop up, probably have to delete the whole-“ His phone switched off. Plunging the room into darkness for several seconds. He managed a brief “What the-“ before it lit up again, revealing a man sitting on his bed, illuminated by dim white light of the screen. “Ah! Where the fuck did you come from!” The guy looked like a thug, not that it bothered Ben, he was proud enough to stand his ground if he had to defend himself. He looked the guy over, he was dressed in grey joggers and a hoodie with large, white trainers. He must have been in his mid 30s. His tanned skin and bulging muscles from years of working outside were a dead give away, maybe something to be wary of.

“I’m Gaz, your personal wish in a bottle” he reached forwards and boldly grabbed the phone from Bens hands navigating through his porn collection while Ben fumbled to cover his boner. “oh ho having a wank? sorry mate bad timing” “Ay give that back!” Ben shouted, angrily snatching the phone and closing the many images of bears on screen. Ben himself was a cub. Slightly chubby but not enough to become the butt of any jokes, he was more hairy than anything else, which his mates DID joke about. Now, sat in just his boxers and pulling them up fast to cover himself, he pointed at the strange thug in his room. “So how’d you get in here, what the fuck do ya want?” Gaz sighed waving a hand. In an instant, he vanished into green smoke before appearing behind Ben a split second later, on the other side of the bed in a new cloud of green haze. Ben spun round on his sheets realizing this guy in his room was either pulling some very clever tricks or…. “Oh shit, no way” Ben muttered. “oh shit yeah mate, I’m the real deal. You got some wishes and I’m here to make that happen, got a few rul-” “-so what?! I just say it and you do it?” Ben interrupted. “Yup, like I JUST said dude. I’m a genie. The real deal, You get a few-” “-fuck off like id believe that B-S!” Gaz grimaced at being interrupted as he took out his first joint. “Fuck it, go on mate. try me” Ben sat for a second, unaware he was taunting the powerful Genie. “OK…” Ben thought “…so anything yeah?” “oh ye” Gaz smirked.

Ben looked over his messy room, beer cans and game disks strewn across a sticky carpet. A thought entered his head. “I wish I had someone to clean up all this…shit-” he gestured to the room as he continued “AND I don’t wanna be doing fuck all no more you hear! Wanna be looked after” Gaz slowly rose to his full height. Even in the dark room he looked pretty imposing, not that Ben seemed to care. “Done” he raised his hand and clicked.

The room spun, he felt his bed slide away and be replaced with a much larger one, his messy clothes vanished from the floor as did the beer bottles and mess. As Ben eyes focused he leant back, arms behind his head, proud of himself as he felt the soft silk bed under him. “now that’s more like it! Looking much bett-” Ben Wass cut off by his front door as it swung open. Followed by a huge bear of a man, covered in sweat and wrapped in a tight leather vest over his hairy chest. Just visible on his belt was badge that read ‘BOUNCER-CLUB HISTORIA’ “Babe I’m back-oh” the man cutting himself off as saw Ben, laid back on his bed, still half naked and looking proud as anything “Sorry I’m a bit late. Some clubbers were giving us a runaround” he bellowed as he threw down a large high vis vest he’d been carrying with, ‘BRENT’ in huge silver letters across the back while Brent himself lent on the doorframe to the room. Huge arms apart and showing off a strong muscle gut and hairy pits. Ben snapped his head towards Gaz, a look of confusion on his face “The hell is this?” “You wished it mate. but with that big fella looking after you I doubt you’ll want for much innit” “But-” Ben began to protest before he could, Brent threw himself onto the bed next to him. He must have been 37 and at least 6ft 8, way bigger, taller and older than Ben. He immediately tried to stand only to find a massive arm, heavy as lead, press down on his face and suddenly he was deep into the musky pits of the massive hulk. “Mummmmuhmmph” he struggled against the long sweaty hair that felt like a wet towel on his face, well worked from a night on the town keeping the clubs safe, he could barely open his mouth and was forced to sniff it all. Brents biceps were like steel. “I know you missed me but your tickling me lil’guy” Brent laughed as he too now lent back, keeping the smaller Ben pinned under his arm like teddy bear. With his spare hand he scratched his round muscle gut before he patted Bens own belly with a playful slap and reached over to grab the TV remote. Ben heard it flick on from his musk prison as Brent began to search for late night cop shows, leaving Ben to struggle until eventually he found himself calming, slowly becoming accustom to the damp, musky aroma. After an hour or so of deep laughter and loud burps Brent finally lifted his arm to find Ben almost asleep. He pulled him up, his face almost like Velcro as he was peeled away from his pits. Ben slowly came too and Brent took a huge, rough hand to wipe some of the sweat out of his eyes. “Feeling better fella” Ben would have shouted back, he wanted to get mad and punch this guy, but only half awake all he could think about was the rank smell. It was everywhere and he couldn’t seem to smell anything else BUT the musky man. He rubbed his nostrils to find the source only to feel a thick beard rubbing against his hand.

Gaz was on his fifth joint now and had been enjoying the show so far. When Ben finally looked to him “I can’t-arg the smell-and a beard?!” he muttered still feeling it with his fingers. Gaz sat back on the end of the bed, Brent seemingly oblivious to him in the room. “Guess if your not doing much and being looked by ya new boyfriend here, you get yourself beard. Ain’t much I can do. Wishes are permanent but hey, you’d know that wouldn’t you smart ass” Ben looked on in horror as Brent went in for a man hug, having only heard part of his mumbling. “Your beard? What about it?” Brent asked concerned. Ben, caught off guard and feeling like he shouldn’t upset the hulk, looked back at him but just mumbled “oh I-nothing, I just-err” He struggled to find the words. His head was cloudy and all he could smell was Brent. A second later, those huge arms pulled him in, wrapping Ben up in the stink all over again. He wriggled against it, feeling almost crushed against Brents massive muscle gut and hairy pecs. Gaz listened in “go on, what do ya want next mate?” Ben could just push his mouth out to speak. “I wish fo-errr-wish that I was in control!”

Gaz clicked his fingers and watched on as Ben watched his world blur but couldn’t see any changes. Brent, still loading him tightly lent in, his hot breath on his ear. “C’mon daddy bear don’t be such a lazy fuck” “Daddy…bear?” Ben muttered before he felt himself get warm, then hot. He pulled himself to sit up, feeling his small belly pushing against his chest. He looked across and saw his arms thickening with muscle, fat and hair. Brent was still laying back on the large bed, arms behind his head and watching Ben with a gorilla smirk, still somehow not seeing the changes.

“Buurrrrrp” Ben belched. Covering his mouth. Then another. His belly pushed harder up and out, he held it with both hands fighting against it. “Na mate thi-BRAAAUUUUUUUUP” His stomach swelled up under his hands, forcing them apart as it expanded in a perfect ball. He tried to look at Gaz but it was a strain, his shoulders were starting to touch his neck. Looking down he watched his biceps inflate to bowling balls, sticking out from his sides. All the while he slowly grew, his height pushed upwards from 5ft 8 to 6 ft, to 6ft 1 and it didn’t stop. His legs and ass became huge logs bellow two mountains. Ben took a moment to catch his breath but quickly felt the familiar pressure building up deep inside again. “Oh,-gasp- not agai-BRUUUUUUUUUP” his gut ballooned out and finaly dropped under its own mass, no longer able to support itself. His chunky boxers now strained around his thighs. As his gut continued to round out the thin fabric gave way and split around his waist. His huge bear body now free it stuck out in all directions, his chest was all he could see in front of him like a shelf, his head pressed by his shoulder, his massive arms too huge to curl. His gut was almost solid and when Ben finally tried to move again it was a with massive effort. “F-fuck!” he bellowed out in shock. His voice now three times deeper than Brents and twice as loud.

Brent just stayed still, genie meanwhile was now rolling another smoke and opening a beer from Bens mini feidge. “Gaz!” Ben shouted “w-what did OH!-” Ben buckled forwards reaching in vein for his balls as they ached like crazy all of a sudden. “Oh shit son” Gaz laughed leaning round his gut for a better view “Looks like your not done yet- Mr BIG bear in control” Gaz watched the helpless Ben trying to itch as his wide back began pickle with brown hairs.Within seconds his skin was being hidden under thick fur. Which was the only way to describe it, it really was like a carpet of almost Redish brown fur and looked as damp and sweaty as the rest of him. “Oh shit no no no!” Soon Ben could feel the hot wrapping fur spreading further, like being wrapped in a blanket. It grew over his shoulders and joined as it covered his thickening chest and widened beer gut. He couldn’t see past that but his legs and cock were also quickly vanishing into a cloud of hair. Quickly his skin boiled underneath, sweating a musk far stronger than Brents that began to rise from his crotch and pits like a fog. Brent sat forwards in front of him and reached out, Ben felt the cold slap of his far less hairy skin against his as Brent slid his rough hand over the skin of Bens head. He realized in an instant was now as bald as they come, he looked like one of the biggest Bears that ever lived. Ben could only look down at himself, seeing nothing but fat, muscle, gut and mattered hair. “Whut dud yu do…” he mumbled to himself, his beard was now so heavy and thick it made it hard to talk clearly. It would probably the way he had to talk forever he realized. Gaz finally laughed, blowing out clouds green smoke “Shit dog, you look like a fucking actual photoshoped bear!” Ben knew he couldn’t undo it, and that somehow he couldn’t not play along. Brent had spun around and was now leaning back against Ben, he grabbed each of his arms and held them around him, forcing Ben into giving a bear hug. He was amazed he could reach around the man who just earlier had been a hulk to him, he must have gained 2 foot at least. He even found he could move the huge man around a bit now, although it was getting harder and harder to maneuver his own bulk with each passing second as it pressed up against itself in weird places. “Oh Daddy you stink so good” Brent moaned as he nested his clearly once broken nose and beard into the wedge of muscle and fat that made up Bens closed arm pit. For a split second Ben felt himself relax before he pushed Brent off. “Na er-cub-” felt himself say as his words seemed to change as he tried to say them. “-go an mak me food. Cuz I said so bitch” Brent didn’t seem to mind either, growled back, grinning as he walked to the kitchen “Yes Officer Ben” before he heard him click the light on.

He waited for Brent to be out of ear shot before he threw himself around to face the Gaz “The fuk did yu do Genie!” He shouted as loud as he dare, his deep voice still slightly muffled by the browny-red beard. Gaz glared “You fucking what?!” Ben immediately knew he’d said the wrong thing, his new body was so testosterone fueled he couldn’t manage it. “I’m sorry! I can’t-it’s hard to thunk” Ben managed to blurt out. “You got one more out of me then I’m leaving you to it you here! I don’t have to put up with YOUR B-S!” Gaz cruelly using his own words against him. “OK OK! Lemme thunk man” Ben panicked as he slowly revolved his huge body builders body around to sit again, only now propped up by the wall behind him so he didn’t have to hold his own weight up. It was amazing and terrifying just how much effort it took.

"So I gotta fix this…how tho-my head hurt bad” he pressed his pecs together and his biceps bulged as he held his head in his heads to try and think clearly through the fog of musk and hormones. “You goy any thoughts in there at all dude?” The thug Gaz jeered as he poked Bens massive gut and sparked up yet another joint.

I loud gruff voice of his bear boyfriend Brent cut them off “Big Bear you want your Shake?” Ben looked down as his furry body “Big bear? I mean-Err” He felt the musk and heavy fog settle again as he struggled to think” -Y-Yeah Lil’bear, Bring da big jug this guys hun-gry!” Part of him was trying to buy time but it was getting harder to fight it.

“so I can’t wish not for this any of this shit to happen?” Gaz laughed out loud “Na mate, last chance.” As Ben felt the fur in his hands and looked down over his arms he had a final thought, but maybe his only option. “Can I wish to like being…like this?” Gaz smiled. “course mate, probably the best thing you’ve said so far” He didn’t wait for confirmation. He just stood up, crossed his arms and clicked his fingers. From Bens point of view the Thug vanished into a puff of smoke. Gaz however, was still there, watching for curiosity sake. Ben sat for a moment or two, not sure if the final wish had worked, before he sniffed the air. He slowly followed the smell, it lingered and lead his face down to his tightly closed pit. He was just about to lift it when Brent entered the room. With him was a huge jug of thick white protein shake. “Took the last two tubs of ice cream but I know that’s how you like it big bear” For a second Ben felt horrified but instead just sat back and smiled, as a sudden feeling of relaxation waved over him He felt drowsy, barely managing a lazy “Thanks Babe” as he watched Brent bring it over and hand it to him. Ben lifted the 3 gallon jug with ease, seemingly on automatic as he opened up his jaw as wide as he could. Gulping with huge chugs. It was cold and rich, he could feel the lumps of whey powder and cream as it went down. Some of it was dribbling down his beard and onto his chest. He could feel his gut rumble and expand even further. He felt Brent lean over him and rub his belly. Running his hands through the fur and matting the ice cream drips into it. It felt like he was caressing a furry globe.

Ben finally dropped the jug and tossed it to the floor. “Ah that’s better lad” Brent rested his huge bearded face on Bens gut and while they looked into each others eyes he slid his beefy arm and round him, sliding it deep into the furry folds of muscle and fat. Ben felt the tug on his balls and saw Brent grinning. Brent could never see Bens grin, all he ever saw was the cold thug stare, Ben’s huge beard obscured any view of his expression. “You like that Daddy bear” “Oh yea I do” Ben growled back as he grabbed and yanked the now smaller Officer Brent on top of his gut laying down. Their beards just inches apart. Ben slowly lifted one his arms up away from the slab of chest hair to reveal a thick jungle in his pits. Musk so thick Brent could swore he could almost see it. Without thinking Ben pushed Brent in and closed his arm down. “There just like you like it taste a real man” Brent didn’t struggle. “Mmmph” he muttered as he slathered and licked as much of Bens man stench as he could. Soon Ben felt tied. He reached over Brents gut and grabbed the TV remote, still on the bed, and started to look for cop shows. He could have a wank while his cub enjoyed himself. Then bed. Ben laid back and raised his spare arm as he look a long sniff and felt himself get a boner. “Love you Lil’bear” he said affectionately to what he could see of Brents neck berried in his other pit. Still more than happy being helplessly pinned there. “Wuve yuu to Big’beah” Came a half muffled response.

Gaz smiled “Well thats one happy customer, not my usual but makes a change I guess, well… on to the next one” He vanished. Now on his way to the next guy to see what they think of a few of the thugs wishes.

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"I wish it was bigger" (vote story)

Joey was one of the biggest guys in the gym, perfect chest, perfect abs, perfect arms. Almost every part of him was perfect apart from one aspect. Every bodybuilding show he did he got the same feedback "his glutes were underdeveloped" he had been training for years and no matter what he did he couldn't force them to grow. He even started to have a dedicated glute day but it did nothing, he was cursed with terrible genes that just left him with a flat ass.

Despite the rest of him being perfection Joey still couldn't help but dream of a nice big bubble but. He loved the idea of having to wiggle to fit his jeans on in the morning. He longed to feel a guys hand grab a handful of his meaty ass and his desperation to find a solution to grow his ass lead him to strange corners of the internet.

Whilst scrolling on his phone between sets he found a website "MAGICKSPELLSFORYOU.WISHNOW" he opened it up and saw a pixelated night sky background with a chat box in the middle. A message appeared with the sound of a slight ping.

"HELLO WELCOME TO MAGICKSPELLSFORYOU, MAKE A WISH NOW!"

Joey laughed and wrote back "hey is this where I make a wish?"

instantly a response came through "YES YES HELLO MAKE A WISH WITH MAGICKSPELLSFORYOU AND I WILL GRANT IT VERY FAST"

Joey chuckled, clearly whoever was running the site was desperate for engagement and he decided to play along.

"okay, I wish for a bigger ass"

"YES YES I CAN DO THAT FOR YOU, I AM JUST CONFIRMING YOUR WISH? YOU WISH FOR A BIGGER ASS? YES?"

"yep thats right buddy, I wish for a bigger ass, give me a big fat juicy ass"

A little ding noise played as a pixelated animation of a shooting start played on Joey's screen before his search engine crashed and returned to him home screen. But Joey didn't have time to play any more silly games, it was time for his next set.

Joey stepped up to the squat rack and began to move the weight up and down, with each movement something felt strange, it felt like the muscles in his glutes were being worked but, something else, something more. A few reps went by a Joey placed the weight back, as he turned to the side he saw something sticking out from behind.

Joey had extra mass in the back, a big bubble but stuck out from him. He was stunned and his jaw almost hit the floor as he rubbed it. He put both his hands behind him holding his cheeks and making his new ass bounce. Joey turned around facing his back to the mirror looking over his shoulder with a smile as he rocked from his toes to his heels watching his new big bubble but bounce.

He was so caught up in the excitement of finally having his glutes fill out his frame that he didn't realise he was starting to look puffy.

The sides of his waist began to creep over his gym shorts as the definition in his thighs began to merge together into one slab of mean, same with his arms, but nothing could get his attention, that was until he turned his front back to the mirror and in an instant.

*FWOOOOOMP

Joey's eyes widened as he watched his perfect abs suddenly bulk forward into a large swollen muscle gut.

"WHAT THE FUCK" Joey yelled out

"Im...f...FAT" Joey's face turned bright red as people around the gym began to look at him, nobody seemed to notice what was happening. He quickly waddled his way to the changing room feeling his stomach grumble and all the muscles and mass across his body jiggle.

Joey stood in the mirror of the empty changing room, shocked and horrified, his perfect body was now big bulky and bloated out, he was starting to panic as he rubbed his new fat muscle gut.

"Oh god....how am I gonna be ready for my show in a week....oh fuck...I....I look like a fucking muscled up pig"

As Joey finished his sentence another pulse hit his body, increasing the size of his muscles and bulk all over, but he noticed it was extra concentrated in once area, as he felt his new massive fat ass split through his shorts making the fabric start to sag, only just holding on around the waist band,

cementing his transformation as a big muscle pig, with a huge fat ass.

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Trent was an only child raised by just his father. His mother had left his father for a richer man when Trent was only 8 years old. Trent and his father were very close before Trent left for college right out of high school on a basketball scholarship. Trent hadn’t visited for the holidays, which made Trent feel guilt for leaving his father all alone, with only a little communication back and forth. So Trent decided to go back home for Spring break, his father had presumably found a partner who really wanted to meet Trent, he was excited to see his father was doing well.

Trent arrived home and walked right in, announcing himself. “Hello? Dad?? Anybody home?!” As Trent walked in the house was a mess, junk food trash everywhere. Trent’s father was usually healthy… Trent couldn’t imagine his dad ever touching any junk food. There was a smell of musk and piss, stained jockstraps all over the place.

Trent makes it to he living room which was a major source of the smell, his dad was sitting in a chair in the living room. He looked wildly different, his healthy average hairless body seemed to have ballooned into a fat guy topped by a set of tits. He was bald now, a spotted a heady beard. He has a cigar in his mouth, one that seemed to have just been lit.

“Welcome home Piggy, I’ve missed you so much.” Trent’s dad opened his arms stretched out for a hug.

Trent was taken a back… how could this be his father? This man was a fat disgusting slob, the complete opposite of his dad. “Dad? What happened to you?”

“So this is the Piggy I’ve heard so much about!” A giant fat man walked in, wearing only his camouflage underwear. He was graying, definitely older than Trent’s father. His bulge was massive, the tip soaked in pre-cum. He walked right up to Trent and put his hand on his arm “You’re quite the skinny guy, not nearly plump enough to be a pig.”

Trent pushed away “What the fuck? Dad what’s going on here… who is this disgusting man?!” Trent’s head started to feel light, he was starting to get dizzy.

“It’s daddy for now on pig, and this is your paw. I met him at the bar a couple months ago” Hiw could these changes happen in a just a few months? “He told me he could make my life better and help me get you back home.” Trent’s father blew out a plume of smoke into his son’s face.”

Paw got behind Trent and pulled his shirt off “this will give you some room piggy” Trent was so confused, but oddly getting very horny. Paw got Trent in his knees, whipped out his fat cock and huge balls. “I’m so full piggy, time to fattened up this hog!” Paw forced his cock into Trent’s mouth.

After not a few pumps down Trent’s throat Paw was ready to bust his load into Trent’s mouth. It was like his balls has gallons of cum, causing Trent to feel full.

Trent’s body filled out with lard covering his once slender, lean body. His stomach pushed out and jiggled with soft fat, starting to form rolls on his body. “Ughnnnn” Trent moaned as he groped his fat body. “What’s are you doing to me?!” Trent was starting to get hard. Trent was trying to fight away, stop this from happening, but he was beginning to give in.

Paw and Daddy began to play with Piggy’s fattening body, they start to push into his soft rolls. Daddy began to shove junk food like pizza, doughnuts and shakes into Piggy’s mouth.

Piggy’s underwear started morphing into a black jockstrap, his blubbery body hanging over his waist. Piggy grew a full beard that showcased the milkshake staying around his mouth. Piggy’s body had become so huge, so far from the lean body he had moments prior.

What was once a college basketball player, is now a Piggy for his fat slobbish daddies to force to grow fatten and fatter. Trent sometimes makes it to the surface, his horror of being so huge and disgusting later turned into a grotesque horniness. There was no more Trent, only Piggy.

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Derek has always been slim, but when he got into college he spent more time working out at the gym. His trim fit body accentuated his massive bulge that he trotted around the gym.

Derek had finally made it to spring break and decided to look for a cruise alone, as all his friends had to work. He thought it’d be a great opportunity to meet some hot chicks, so he still decided to go. Luckily he found a cruise for very cheap, a great deal he thought.

Derek got to the cruise ship and settled into his room, so far he has only seen a bunch of older fat men… “disappointing” Derek thought. Immediately he threw on a swimsuit and made his way to the pool deck to soak up the sun. He walked past so many old fat men, flaunting his youthful trim figure.

Derek got comfortable in one of the lounging chairs next to the pool, and he immediately felt the warmth of the sun… or so he thought. As he closed his eyes to relax his body began to fill out. His prominent abs fading into a soft pillowy paunch, his pecs losing any definition. Derek’s legs started to look like sausages packaged into a swimsuit. His bubble butt became so undated with fat it was as if he was sitting on pillows. His once very impressing package had been swallowed by his ever growing fat pad, leaving a nub for his cock. His belly fell into his lap and his moobs rested right on top, he looked just like every other older fat man on the cruise now.

Derek had forgotten about his life as a jock college student, he would now live his life on a fattening crusie ship with other fat men. He even found some men who would play with his humongous belly.

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Night of the were-beef

When the moon is full and round like a belly.

Any man's mind can become wet jelly.

They grasp at their cocks.

So stiff and tough.

Pounding their meet.

Until they inevitably cum.

The moons light rebounds into their face.

Their body bulking and bulging away.

This one little lad sits in his room.

Pounding along to his inner tune.

He jumps right up from his bed.

A loud pounding in his head.

His butt bulges against his pants.

His muscles filling with so much mass.

He can't stop himself from turning.

Stinky and hairy inside his clothing.

He tears off his tight old fabric.

Jumps onto the bed and continues wanking.

His body ready to burst.

The transformation is permanent bud.

Look at our boy go. I randomly had the idea to make a poem transformation and what other way to do that but with a moonlit wank. Enjoy you horny dogs.

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Fat by Association 15

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This wasn’t good… you didn’t even know what to type into the search bar! “How to reverse effects of extreme muscle growth supplement?” There was no other way to describe what had happened.

They were all over your gym; these colossal, bodybuilder goons. Bubble guts like hard turtle shells and veiny mounds of hairy flesh too big to be covered by any clothing. Stranger still: they all had the same strange protein shakes. All of them. Every day.

You’d stolen just one curious sip, but that was apperantly all it needed to take effect. Within an hour of returning home from the gym, your body had exploded with solid muscle. Your clothes were in tatters on the floor. You were bumping into things left and right.

But the worst part? You weren’t just growing… you were changing. Your skin was a shade it had never been before. You had hair in places it should not of grown. Even now, looking at the computer screen desperate for answers, you didn’t recognize any of the words or letters, as if they were in a totally different language.

“What the fuck?” you muttered in something that was far deeper than your own voice—and not in English. You wouldn’t have much longer to contemplate your situation however, as the now engorged uncut appendage below your thunderous thighs was demanding attention.

Embarrassed as you were to admit, turning into one of the goons from the gym was turning you on like nothing ever had. Little did you know what once you blew that thick wad, you’d never remember being anyone else.

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One Week Test.

I wandered into the bathroom next to me. I still could not handle my new face. It was more rounded with a stronger bread. And being bald is still something I have to get used to. "It's only for a week" I reminded myself. Only for a week am I going to have this engineers' life.

I was drunk and out for the night with Paul. One conversation lead to another and after a while we spoke on how hard our lives were. I was an architect and he was an engineer. We had previously known each other from our wrestling days, even with him being almost 10 years older then me. Since then, I have quit because I could find the time for it anymore while Paul kept at it. I think the stress of it got to him in the end, and the alcohol only made him not hold back. When he said "I'd love to have your life for a week" I thought he was joking before he tackled me on the spot, knocking us both onto the floor of his living room. Next time I opened my eyes and pushed myself off the floor, I found out what he had done. His drunken mind had switched our bodies. I tried forcing to switch us back but he was having too much fun being in my skin to even concentrate.

The two of us have decided to live with each other for the time being, with me moving into his house for the next week. I am just lucky both of us have never settled down. Now, I stand here, looking at my new body for the next week, standing in a large aged man's body with only a tank top and thin shorts on me. It's only for a week, remember.

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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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Crazy Uncle

“Shit! This isn’t right… H-How do I fix this?” I swore and stuttered as I looked down at the beefy tattooed body that wasn’t my own.

It was only supposed to be a prank on my boyfriend. When I found that possession spell the plan was to take over his uncle’s body and show up at the family reunion. I knew that he had never gotten along with his uncle Erick, so it would be hilarious to see his face when I acted all buddy-buddy with him and teased him.

All I had to do was read the possession incantation and then proclaim his uncle’s name, and before I knew it I felt myself turn intangible and soared through the sky. His uncle was out doing some yard work when I suddenly slammed into him. His big muscular body tensed and a heavy groan left his body as my presence invaded every orifice of his flesh and mind. Almost half an hour had passed when I finally woke up and pushed myself up from the dirty ground, feeling taller, hairier, and stronger than I’ve ever felt before. It was very exhilarating. So much so that I couldn’t resist jerking a fat heavy load out while I cleaned myself up for the family reunion.

Everything went smoothly at first. No one in the family suspected a thing, that their brash and obnoxious uncle Erick had been taken over by his nephew’s horny boyfriend. I could draw on his personality and memories, and act like him perfectly.

Then came the real show: my boyfriend Sean. I caught him alone during the end of the reunion and asked to speak with him. I started by asking him about boring stuff like school and life, but as soon as he let his guard down I pulled him in and stuck his face into his uncle’s hairy, sweaty armpit as I laughed joyously with my deep, borrowed voice. You wouldn’t believe how much sweat this body produced! I decided to hold him there for a few seconds as I thought he might enjoy it, but he suddenly kicked me in the shin and pushed himself away from me. A look of anger and humiliation on his face as he smeared the sweat off his cheeks. “What the fuck, uncle Erick! I know we don’t get along, but that’s just evil! Never come close to me again, and we never speak of this to anyone!”

I quickly tried to explain myself. I told him who I was and about the possession spell, expecting everything to be forgiven between us. But instead, he just looked at me like I was crazy.

“I don’t have a boyfriend.” He explained, as he walked away swearing his uncle’s name.

Distraught and confused, I left the party and drove a few streets down where my family lived. Sure enough, my parents were there, but when I asked them about their son they just shook their heads and said they never had a child. Even the treehouse my dad had built for me on my 10th birthday was gone, as if it had never existed in the first place. As if I had never existed…

I quickly drove back to uncle Erick’s house and laid down on his couch. Fortunately he was divorced and never had kids, so I could calm myself and recollect my thoughts. Somehow the spell must’ve wiped away my old existence and identity as I took up residence in Erick’s body.

It was an easy fix though, all I had to do was find the book with the possession spell and read the incantation again. It was still in my old bedroom…which surely hasn't been turned into some kind of office… right?

As I went out and strapped myself in the musty car which smelled of uncle Erick’s sweat, I suddenly froze. I looked down at the firm pecs, tattooed muscles, and huge bulge… and quickly realized that I was probably stuck as Erick forever.

“W-What… was my real name again…?”