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Matt was relieved when he finally saw the rest stop coming into view. The young man was driving across the country to college, and after spending countless hours on the road, he was starting to wish that he’d flown. Yawning loudly, he followed the bright neon lights that advertised the restaurant at the rest stop, making sure to pull up near the front.

The baseball stud was so caught up in the prospect of getting out of his cramped car and drinking some coffee that in his haste, he swung his door right into the truck that was parked next to him.

The eighteen year old winced as he looked over the large dent that he’d created in the expensive, lifted truck that was parked next to him. “Shit,” he hissed under his breath as he assessed the damage before quickly glancing around the parking lot, relieved to see that no one had witnessed what he’d done.

Thinking quickly, Matt rapidly pulled out of his spot and parked across the lot, far away from the cosmetically altered truck. After hiding away, the jock forced a nonchalant expression onto his youthful face and entered the rest stop diner, pretending that there was nothing wrong at all.

Matt took a seat at the counter, far away from the few patrons who were also visiting.

The waiter, a portly older man with a bushy beard, smiled warmly at him as he approached, handing him a menu. “Welcome,” he grinned and greeted in a deep voice, “I’ll be right with you.”

Matt nodded silently as he grabbed one of the laminated menus that was on the counter, glancing over what was offered when he heard the groaning of the seat right next to his indicating someone sitting down. The young man glanced out of his peripherals at the older man next to him, quietly judging the fact that he was dressed in black leather from head to toe, looking like some stereotypical biker. The man had a sizable gut that rested atop his lap, and a graying beard that shrouded the view of his double chin. The older man looked over at the young jock from over his sunglasses, narrowing his eyes as he smirked knowingly.

“Now what brings you out here, Little One?” the older man asked, his deep voice so full of baritone that it was the epitome of manliness.

Matt couldn’t help but shudder at the condescending nickname given to him by the weird biker-looking guy. “Uh,” he murmured, unsure why he felt so intimidated under the stare of the larger man. He was an athlete and used to throwing his weight around to get what he wanted, whether it be from forcing scrawny nerds to do class projects for him or by flexing his massive muscles to get some chick to sleep with him. That being said, he wasn’t used to the feeling of being small next to such an imposing figure. “I’m on my way to college.”

The older man crossed his arms in front of his beefy chest, illustrating that there was a lot of muscle underneath the thick layer of fat. The way his imposing arms stretched his leather to bursting at the seams and the sight of his puffy pecs squishing together sent an odd shiver down the jock’s spine, making him grow flush as his heart sped up.

“College?” the older man snorted.  “Little thing like you is smart enough to go to college?”

Before Matt could retort, a cup of coffee was placed down in front of him by the waiter, who grinned at the older man knowingly. 

“I didn’t order yet…” Matt trailed off, but the waiter had already disappeared to the back kitchen. Shrugging to himself, the jock lifted the cup of coffee and took a tentative sip, swallowing down the bitter liquid while oblivious to the triumphant smirk of the older man beside him. 

“Name’s Dominik, or Dom for short, by the way,” the older man grunted. “And I’m the owner of the truck you hit.”

Matt coughed and fought not to drop his hot cup of coffee in shock. “Um, wh-what are you talking about?” he stuttered, failing to look innocent as redness formed on his smooth cheeks. 

Dom just continued to stare down at the young man, seemingly amused as his small grin was obscured by his beard.

Before Matt could apologize or come up with a lie (most likely the second), the stud felt a  slight pressure in his abdomen. Instinctively, the baseball player reached down to rub at his stomach, but his eyes widened and he couldn’t hold back the shocked gasp when his hand brushed up against his shirt which felt stiffer than normal.

Matt worriedly looked down, not sure what he’d see, but confusion was written all over his youthful face as his blue t-shirt appeared to harden before his eyes. At first he thought it was a trick of the lights, but soon Matt realized something else was afoot when he saw the blue fabric steadily darken until it turned midnight black, the softness of the cotton getting rougher by the second. The middle somehow split from top to bottom, exposing the college jock’s flat stomach and chiseled abs. Matt was speechless as he witnessed the new black fabric of his shirt crawl down his bulging arms until it looked as if he had a long-sleeved, opened jacket on. His pants were next in line for whatever transformation was affecting his clothes. They lost their blue hue, becoming a dark black as well. The denim material hardened too, becoming stiff and thick. It got worse for the frazzled jock when the crotch and back of his new leather pants evaporated into thin air, leaving his cock and ass completely exposed to the older man.

“Wh-what happened?!” Matt panicked aloud, looking down at his new outfit in horror. He was dressed like some leather-loving fetishist. The jacket that was open to show off his toned torso with the leather chaps that showed off his privates to the other patrons in the diner was enough to make his face beet red.

“Just relax,” Dom chuckled, licking his full lips tantalizingly. “You’re well on your way.”

The poor, panicked stud didn’t have time to ask what Dom meant by that before his stomach began to gurgle loudly. Matt’s jaw dropped in horror as he watched his chiseled abs churn and steadily lose their definition before pushing out. The athlete grabbed at his inflating gut in a panic as it bubbled out in front of him, pushing outwards more and more until it rested completely on his lap. Even his pecs lost their toned image as they packed on more meat, getting larger as they gained more fat and turned into an impressive set of moobs with stretched nipples the size of silver dollars. The growth carried on to his arms which lost their bulginess as they inflated, becoming large and cumbersome as they stretched the leather jacket sleeves to the limit. His legs were next as they puffed out, thighs pressing together so much that his saunter would now be a humiliating waddle. And his butt blew to epic proportions, becoming bulbous and jiggling as it was stuck on display, jutting through the cutout of the back of his new chaps. Matt couldn’t tell if it was due to the weight gain or if it was shrinking, but he uttered a pitiful whimper as his cock rocketed to life, looking comically small attached to his huge body. As a final touch, an itchy sensation spread all over the changing jock as hair began to sprout, covering every inch of his previously smooth skin. The itchy feeling was greatest on his face as a large bushy beard grew, obscuring the lower half of his face and reaching all the way down to the cleavage of his moobs.

When he was done, Matt no longer resembled the muscled-up, youthful jock who was on his way to college. Instead he came off as some chubby leather-wearing sub who had a big butt and a tiny cock.

“What did you do to me?” Matt gasped, his shaking hands feeling over his massive, jiggling body. Despite his fear, he couldn’t help but shiver at the sensation of his hands brushing up against his hairy skin, quickly learning that it was much more sensitive than it should’ve been, and the hair only magnified that sensation as it acted like little sensors. 

He didn’t notice it when Dom leaned over and fastened a leather collar around his neck, a leash attached to it which he kept in his beefy hand. “You’re gonna be my pet,” he snorted, yanking on the leash which made Matt jolt out of his seat. “Now c’mon, let’s go home so we can get you broken in.”

Helpless and resigned to his fate, Matt’s new beard partially hid his deep blush as he waddled behind the dominant man. His body jiggled in unfamiliar ways while he moved, his thighs rolling over each other and his massive and exposed ass bouncing with every step. His tiny cock was rock hard as his eyes couldn’t look away from the firm ass of his owner, alerting him to another change. Matt’s heart dropped while simultaneously speeding up as he drooled over the sight of the older man before him— his broad shoulders and firm ass making his pathetic nub throb with want.

He was so busy staring at Dom that he barely registered when they’d walked up to his truck, which had the large dent he’d caused. 

“Go ahead and get in the back,” Dom ordered, lowering the tailgate.

Without any part on his own, Matt felt his cubby new limbs move forward and propel him into the truck bed, where he’d ride to Dom’s place for all to gawk at his inflated form. He was beyond humiliated and wanted nothing more than to return to his old body… but a growing part deep inside of him was excited over the prospect of getting his massive bubblebutt fucked while his tiny cock bobbed uselessly. He was already dripping pre-cum at the thought.

“Hold on tight!” Dom barked as he started up the truck. “And don’t worry, I’ll think about turning’ ya back in a year or two! Maybe…”

Thank you all to have followed and liked my content! I’m to see that other people out there also enjoy TF stories! And I’ve grown addicted to these Voting stories because they’re fun and sometimes I’m not 100% sure what to do to some of these studs, haha!

This is Cooper, a 20 year old college wrestler who’s doing a favor for his roommate by filling in for a model at a magazine shoot. What’s the title of the article?

A). Flamboyant Twinks with Insatiable, Hungry Holes 

B). Hairy Bears who Love to Get Topped by Skinny Guys

C). Muscleboys Addicted to Synthol and Implants

Please cast your vote and I will try to have this story up by Friday or Saturday!

Thank you!

I can’t find any of the other posts from this short collection :(

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The Cursed Gym 2

Collin had joined the gym in order to get his Summer bod.

The jock took his body and fitness extremely seriously, which was why he watched his diet like a hawk and made sure to up his cardio once the weather started to get warmer.

Things took a turn when the stud was at his gym, going hard on the treadmill in preparation for a beach trip where there would be ample time for him to show off his hard-earned muscles for all the girls there to gawk at.

Collin watched the TV as he ran, finally realizing that something was up by the odd churning he felt in his stomach. At first he thought that it was just from him ignoring running for too long, but the churning worsened and morphed into a sensation that was even worse: jiggling.

The jock immediately looked at himself, almost fainting as he saw his flat washboard stomach steadily pushing outwards.

“What the fuck?!” Collin panicked as he lifted up his shirt, only to find that his abs were completely gone and the beginnings of an impressive roidgut were coming into view. 

The stud hopped off the treadmill, his shirt springing up over his growing gut which ballooned out in front of him and obscured his view of his lower half. In his panic, Collin clutched at the inflating mass in front of himself, paling when he felt the squishy layer of fat that covered his muscle, solidifying that he’d somehow grown a massive roidgut out of nowhere.

Collin blushed and futilely tried to stretch his shirt back down over his new gut, but it kept bouncing upwards and bunching up atop his belly that jiggled as the now ex-jock left the gym in a panic.

Request: Could you beef this man up into a total muscle daddy?

Caleb couldn’t help but scrunch up his face in disgust when he overheard the gay couple cooing sugary things to one another. The football-playing stud didn’t have a problem with gay guys whatsoever, but he found it disgusting when the thinner one referred to the other as “Daddy”.

“Disgusting,” he muttered under his breath as he walked into the bathroom, unaware of the mischievous glares from the gay couple.

Caleb sauntered into the bathroom and did his business. As he was washing his hands, he looked up into the mirror and couldn’t help but feel the swell of pride that blossomed in his chest at the serious gains he’d made. He straightened up and snapped a picture to post onto his Instagram, making sure to flex a large bicep.

He posted the picture and before he knew what he was doing, tagged it with #Daddy.

“What the hell?” he grunted as he posted the picture, unsure why he’d just done that. He deleted the picture and snapped another one, this one with him making sure to puff out his chest a little bit to show off his chiseled pecs.

When he posted it, this time as if his thumbs were possessed, he tagged it with #MuscleDaddy and #DaddyAF.

“What the fuck is going on?” Caleb roared as he tried to edit the tags, but his thumbs would not cooperate. In a frustrated huff, he tossed his phone down onto the counter of the bathroom sink and splashed some water on his face. However, his stomach dropped when he felt something completely wrong.

In a flash, Caleb rubbed the water away from his eyes and stared into the mirror, his jaw dropping as he watched dark stubble grow at a rapid rate along his previously smooth jaw. He was in shock and awe as he watched the dark hair take over, but his focus soon shifted when his chest started to itch. He absentmindedly scratched at it, wincing when he saw tuffs of chest hair starting to sprout and curl over the collar of his shirt.

“Holy shit!” he boomed in a deeper sounding voice when he witnessed his muscles starting to inflate. His biceps bulged even further underneath a dense forest of hair and the seams on his jeans struggled to contain his widening thighs and ass that bubbled out even more. The front of his jeans bulged outwards as he felt his cock lengthen and start to plump up. In his panicked state of mind, Caleb struggled to unzip the tightening pants, unleashing the now ten inch cock that was almost as thick as a beer can.

He was speechless as his body continued to change, but the worst had yet to come.

“No!” Caleb cried when he saw his gut starting to push outwards. The stud had prided himself on his chiseled abs which he’d always shown off online. However, his gut continued to inflate and round out in front of him. His tight t-shirt sprung upwards and rested on top of the protruding hairy tummy, unable to shield it from view. Caleb poked at it, a little relieved that it seemed to be solid, more akin to a roidgut than just fat. Even his pecs puffed out and inflated so much that they rested on his new gut, his nipples enlarging to poke conspicuously against the straining fabric of his shirt.

RIIPPPP!

Caleb’s broadening, hairy back tore the t-shirt to shreds, and the shocked inflated stud was forced to stare at his beefy new body. His hairy gut protruded out in front of him and his pecs and nipples were so large that no shirt would ever be able to conceal them.

He whimpered when he saw crow’s feet starting to form near his eyes, and a few of the hairs on his new beard turned gray, illustrating the many years that the stud had just had sucked away.

“Wh-what the fuck happened to me?” Caleb bellowed in his deeper voice as he examined his beefy, older body. Unwanted, hairy bulk kept rubbing up against itself as he moved, and the hunk couldn’t see anything but inflated pecs and his large musclegut whenever he glanced downwards. His large thighs rolled around each other as he tried to walk, his gait resembling something like a waddle.

The bathroom door opened up and the thin gay guy from earlier walked in, running his eyes up and down Caleb’s inflated form.

“Well hey there, Daddy,” he teased, giving Caleb a knowing wink.

At the name, Caleb’s giant cock twitched to life, and the new bear blushed as his ten inches stood out in front of him. He was only able to know this by looking in the mirror since his gut blocked its view from above. “Wh-what did you call me?” Caleb stuttered, his heart racing in his inflated chest as his eyes ran up and down the younger man’s form.

The guy giggled and walked up to the beefy muscle daddy, running an admiring hand up and down the protruding gut that was evidently sensitive too. “I called you, ‘Daddy’,” he whispered.

Celeb shuddered as the smaller guy’s fingers ran through his thick chest hair, and his cock twitched with want as a small bead of precum started to leak out.

“Let’s head to my place and I’ll take care of that for you, Daddy.”

The other guy managed to tuck Caleb’s monster cock back into his pants and zipped up the front. Caleb looked back at his reflection and winced as it looked as if he were smuggling a cucumber in his pocket. He was too shocked to say anything and was so focused on the way his beefy chest fluttered when the guy took him by the hand and led him out of the bathroom.

When he finally snapped back to his senses, Caleb blushed furiously as he realized that he was walking (or waddling) hand-in-hand with a much younger looking and thinner guy. Worse was that his new inflated form was on full display to the other people who were walking around, all of them getting a full view of his musclegut and pillow-like pecs that were capped off with nubby nipples. He knew that something horrible had happened to him, that he was supposed to be the 21 year old straight jock who had a muscular and toned body. He wasn’t supposed to be some older musclebear who showed off his thick, hairy chest everywhere he went because no shirt could ever fit over it.

But he couldn’t deny how turned on he was by the immense weight of his gut and pecs pulling on his front, and by the way his bulky arms rested on his flaring lats. And even the wind blowing across his dense chest hair sent a shock of pleasure through him, making his thick cock throb and a large wet mark appear on the front of his jeans.

“Doing okay, Daddy?” his younger companion asked, patting his musclegut reassuringly.

Caleb shuddered again and wrapped a large arm around the other man’s thin shoulders, feeling a protective contentment as the man’s smaller body was pressed against his hairy bulk.

“Daddy’s doin’ just fine, Baby,” Caleb playfully growled.

Tyler Hoechlin frowned as he looked in the mirror, noting that there was a gray hair in his beard. The actor sighed, frowning to himself as he studied his reflection. He took some solace in the fact that he still possessed a chiseled form with washboard abs and perfectly sculpted pecs. He’d even stepped on the scale to make sure he was staying at his peak 175 pounds. The actor was a hunk, plain and simple. That being said, he was peeved at the gray hair that was on his chin.

With some tweezers, Tyler plucked the gray, grimacing when it was off his face. “Dammit,” he huffed to himself. Although the actor was only thirty-three years old, he frowned at the thought of growing older and potentially losing roles due to him being too old, which was just how it worked in Hollywood.

He’d brought it up to one of his screen partners earlier that day, and he’d responded with: “Well, believe it or not, there’s a high demand for daddies.”

Tyler had nearly lashed out at the younger actor, pissed that he’d been technically referred to as a “Daddy”. He wasn’t old— he just had one, singular gray hair. And he didn’t even have that anymore now that he’d plucked it. All he had to do was keep up his workout regimen to maintain his chiseled muscles and maybe look into dying his hair every now and then.

Yawning, Tyler walked to his bedroom and stripped down to his boxers. He got underneath the covers, grumbling to himself as he drifted off to sleep, still irritated at his screen partner.

“I’m not some daddy,” he muttered to no one before he fell asleep, a tingling sensation settling over his body as he slept.

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The alarm went off, waking up the sleeping actor and letting him know it was time for him to get up and head to the set. With a deep grunt, he rolled over, ignoring the loud creaking of the bed frame and the heavy thuds of his footsteps. He nearly stumbled when he felt that his weight was off, but he ignored it and waddled to the bathroom to shower.

Tyler paused when he looked in the mirror, studying his reflection. He felt like something was off, but there was a thick fog settling in his head, muddling his thoughts like he was on sleep medication. He moved closer to the mirror, running a beefy hand through his salt-and-pepper hair before glancing at his gray beard. He tried to think about why he was odded out by his hair, but he’d had grays before and had eventually decided to embrace them, right? He shook his head and scratched at his hairy gut that was firm and jutted out in front of him, his thick, meaty pecs resting on it. Again, he had a flicker in his brain that told him that this was wrong, but he laughed it away. Tyler knew that he gave up on having abs as he grew older, deciding to fully take on the muscle daddy look, complete with large pillowy pecs and a huge roidgut.

As per his morning routine, Tyler hopped onto the scale, having to bend more to peek over his gut at what it read: 302 lbs. H-had he put on weight… like a pound or two? The actor took off his boxers (which were ripped for some reason) and got in the shower. Tyler felt like he was going crazy as his broad shoulders kept banging against the shower tiles and door constantly. He felt awkward as he washed his large, beefy body, feeling as if his gut was hindering his movement a little. 

Weirder was that his bulk was so sensitive.

Just running his hands over his musclegut or over his nubby nipples on his massive muscletits made his ten inch cock go rock hard. And soaping up his large, hairy asscheeks made him bellow out a deep moan and shoot perhaps the largest load of his life all over the shower tiles, leaving the actor panting and spent.

His heart raced in his beefy chest for some reason, but the daddy shook it away and got out of the shower. He waddled back to his room, his large thighs rolling over one another while his enormous cock dangled wildly in front of him. He could even feel the shifting of his massive bubblebutt behind him, further confusing the actor.

“What is going on with me today?” he asked himself as he pulled on his jockstrap, his large cock filling the pouch and the back straps lifting his ass cheeks. His jeans were even plastered against his thighs, looking like they were painted on. He had difficulty buttoning them since he couldn’t see over his large pecs and gut, which was normal though… wasn’t it? He shrugged it off as he tugged on his black tank top, which was so tight that it barely fit over his massive pecs and gut. The bottom of the shirt kept riding up when he walked… well, waddled. And his large, nubby nipples poked against the fabric making themselves known to all who would pass by.

The beefy man took one last look in the mirror before he left, wondering why his brain was screaming that something was wrong. Everything was fine, he thought, right?

Tyler snorted and squared his broad shoulders, puffing out his musclegut with pride as he strutted out to his sports car. After having to adjust the seat (quite a lot), the muscle daddy sped off to the movie set. For the millionth time, Tyler felt an odd anxiety creeping up on him over the sensation of his gut brushing against the steering wheel and his pecs constantly colliding with his huge biceps.

“I need some coffee,” the daddy grunted to himself as he parked and waddled onto the set.

Everyone nodded at him like usual, some even greeting him with a hearty “Good morning!” It made Tyler feel more at ease, convincing himself that everything was alright and he was just having an off day for some reason.

He entered his dressing room and saw the younger actor from yesterday.

“Hey there, Tyler!” the young man waved at him, his eyes mischievously running up and down his beefy form.

“Good morning!” Tyler bellowed in his deep voice, immediately peeling out of his tank top and jeans. He began to shuffle around the dressing room to get his stuff ready, barely registering that he was strutting around in nothing but a skimpy jockstrap with his beefy ass hanging out for the other man to see.

The young man walked up to him, a smirk on his face as he ran a slender finger up the curvature of Tyler’s large gut, pausing to flick a large nipple.

Tyler’s head rolled back and he let out a low moan, his bulk shivering as the slight touch sent ripples of electricity throughout his beefy body straight to his massive cock, which sprang up into the air proudly. Tyler began to run his hands all over this own body, focusing more on his gut and pecs than his cock for some reason. Sure it felt nice to play with his own cock, but Tyler could get off a lot easier by rubbing his musclegut or by tugging on his nubby nipples… wait, no. That’s wasn’t right.

“I have to admit that I love the new look, Daddy,” the young man teased, his mouth latching onto a larger than normal nipple.

“Wh-what?” Tyler gasped, his face paling as he looked in the mirror at his inflated, older form. He must’ve put on over one-hundred pounds of a mixture of muscle and fat, most of it centered on his chest which suddenly felt so heavy and cumbersome. He ran his shaky hands through his graying hair and finally noticed the crow’s feet near his eyes. The entire time his larger cock oozed precum as the younger man tongued his inflated nipples.

The young man looked up and smiled at him, briefly pulling away for a second. “You look like the hottest muscle daddy ever,” he grinned, running his hands all over the older man’s protruding and uber sensitive gut.

Tyler felt himself tense up and blow his load, his gut and pecs bouncing as he came. “Ooohhh!” he cried as his cum splattered all over the younger man. As he came the old Tyler screamed as he sank deeper and deeper into the recesses of the new Tyler’s mind, being locked away in a box where he could observe and feel everything that his new body experienced, but not able to have any control over it.

“You doing okay?” the young man asked.

A large smile formed on Tyler Hoechlin’s face, and there was a fluttering in his beefy chest at the sight of the small guy. He couldn’t help but flex both of his massive arms in what was a double biceps pose, pushing out his gut with pride. 

“Hell yeah, Boy,” Tyler grunted, “Daddy’s doin’ just great. Now c’mere and suck on these muscletits some more.”

Happy Birthday Tyler Hoechlin!

September 11th— Actor Tyler Hoechlin’s birthday!

The hunky actor sauntered about his house, dressed up in his new suit so that he could go attend a birthday function that his management was making him go to. Tyler huffed a little bit as he adjusted his tie, gazing at the form-fitting suit that made him look akin to 007, oozing masculine sex appeal. He’d even let his stubble grow out to complete his manly look which would be sure to get him tons of attention and interviews where he’d have the opportunity to promote his projects.

Tyler yawned loudly, already tired at the night’s events. Of course he loved being a world famous actor with scores of adoring fans. However, he was sort of just wanting to relax at home for his birthday, lounging out on the couch to just watch some TV and play video games. Maybe he’d invite Dylan O’Brien over; his old costar from Teen Wolf was in the area, filming some new movie. The two of them had said that they’d connect sometime, but with their busy schedules, they haven’t had the chance to yet.

“Alright,” Tyler sighed as he checked the Rolex on his thick wrist, “time for a long night.” He sighed again, his broad shoulders rising and falling with the motion, making his tight suit which was designed to show off his impressive musculature, shift too. 

As he walked towards the front door, he paused when he saw a pastel pink box sitting on the counter.

The stud cocked a confused eyebrow and walked over to it, examining the unmarked box. He flipped open the lid and saw that it was a simple, chocolate frosted cake with pink writing that spelt out in curvy letters: Happy Birthday Tyler!

Tyler couldn’t help the smile that stretched out his handsome face, genuinely touched at the kind gesture. There wasn’t a card or note to let him know who had gifted him the birthday cake, but he guessed that it was probably his new assistant who was still really nice and hadn’t been jaded by Hollywood yet.

The mouthwatering aroma of cocoa reached the man’s nostrils, and Tyler’s stomach gurgled with want as he stared at the delectable dessert.

“Damn,” he muttered, desperately wanting to have a quick slice, but with the party/advertisement in a few minutes, he couldn’t afford to eat any carbs that would disrupt his chiseled physique in his custom tailored suit.

Still, a little frosting wouldn’t hurt.

Tyler swiped up some chocolate frosting on his finger, popping it into his mouth with a deep moan.

“Mmmm!” Tyler moaned at the sweet, sugary taste of the frosting as he eagerly sucked his finger clean, leaving no trace behind. His tastebuds were alight with craving want, and his stomach growled loudly, demanding another taste.

Before manifesting the thought, Tyler felt his hand move down to the cake again, swiping up a much larger dollop of frosting this time, and greedily shoving it into his mouth. The sugary taste of the frosting was so delicious and all-consuming that it was all Tyler could do to remove his expensive suit jacket before slamming himself against the counter.

With both hands, and without a moment’s hesitation, Tyler Hoechlin grabbed handfuls of the chocolate cake, shoveling it into his mouth. The cake itself was just as sweet as the frosting, eliciting the same desperation and intense cravings.

Tyler’s moans filled out his house as he ate the entire pastry, unable to stop himself. The realization over this fact made his eyes widen as he tried to stop his large hands from scooping the cake into his mouth. He strained his muscles as hard as he could, but was powerless under whatever cryptic control the dessert had over him. He was aware of how wrong it was for him to be devouring an entire cake by himself, hunched over it like a pig, but he couldn’t stop.

“What’s happening to me?!” Tyler panicked between mouthfuls of food, his heart starting to race as he was about halfway finished with the cake, his clothes suddenly feeling tighter.

The legs of his slim-fit pants felt snugger by the second, especially on his thighs. The seat of them were growing tighter and tighter, so much that Tyler’s fear was commingled with an odd sense of relief when there was a loud rip followed by a release of pressure. The frazzled actor couldn’t even stop his body from gobbling up the cake long enough to look over a broad shoulder to assess the damage to his pants.

However, Tyler’s fear spiked when there was a pop, followed by the  light clattering of his shirt buttons falling onto the floor. It was then that he registered the extreme tightness of his shirt and the odd way he felt his stomach pressing against the counter in a way it never had before.

The actor gasped as best as he could with a mouth full of cake when he looked down and saw a large gut protruding from his opened shirt in place of where a set of cut abs should have been. No matter how panicked the stud was over his growing mass, he still couldn’t prevent himself from finishing off the rest of the chocolate cake, his stomach continuing to growl as he chewed the last bits.

“What… the… fuck?!” Tyler gasped as soon as he was finished with the dessert, the lingering taste of chocolate still consuming his mouth, making his sense of hunger swell and become almost unbearable.

Tyler shoved himself away from the counter, wincing when he felt his new gut jiggle with the movement. The actor rushed to the bathroom, his large gut dropping the second he looked in the mirror.

His handsome face looked almost the same, only it wasn’t as thin and his cheeks looked fuller. His shoulders appeared to be slightly broader, but it was just due to the thick layer of fat that now covered his muscular form. With a shaky hand, Tyler reached up with a heavy arm and poked at his shoulder, his heart racing when he felt a soft and squishy body as opposed to hard. His hairy pecs were still big, but they lost some of their definition, rounding out a bit as they drooped downward slightly. They weren’t full on moobs, but they were not the toned pectorals that he was used to, and there was no way he could fit the mounds that were capped with enlarged, nubby nipples into his Superman costume. Even his arms had packed on size, his new fat shrouding his muscular definition— the same happened with his widened thighs which now pressed together, causing his saunter to look more like a waddle. His pants had completely torn to shreds during his transformation, leaving the shocked actor in his red underwear which were strained to bursting over the large, meaty globes that had replaced his pert bubble butt. 

But worse of all for Tyler was the large, jiggling gut that jutted away from his torso at a severe angle and blocked his view of his lower half. The hairy mass was so large that Tyler had no idea how long he’d have to work out and diet in order to get his old physique back, annoyed that his stomach was still growling hungrily.

“H-how is this possible?” he mumbled in shock as he gave the fuzzy mass a tentative poke, immediately regretting it as that simple touch sent darts start to his cock. Tyler paled as he was rock hard from touching his large gut, his cock springing out of his underwear and bobbing in the air. However, the actor was irritated when he looked downward, his eight inch cock completely hidden underneath his massive gut.

Tyler Hoechlin had no idea what he was going to do with a massive bear-like body, looking like he had a dad bod except with a significantly larger belly. He knew that he couldn’t fit in his Superman costume at all, and his reprisal of Derek Hale in the Teen Wolf Movie was going to be difficult since this character didn’t have a large hairy, sensitive gut!

In a huff, Tyler waddled over to the scale and stepped on it, having to bend over in order to see the bright red letters: 342 lbs.

Tyler stumbled a little in shock, his gut bouncing wildly with his jerking motions. He grabbed onto the bathroom counter to steady himself, shocked that he’d magically gained 170 pounds just from eating a mysterious cake, nearly doubling his bodyweight… most of it apparently centered on his massive gut.

“What the fuck am I going to do with this thing— uh!” Tyler moaned as he grabbed at his gut in frustration, his cock throbbing at the touch, making him roll his head back. His hunger grew even more and his stomach growled louder.

Ding Dong! the doorbell sounded out.

Tyler was jostled out of his shock from his inflation, his heart racing in his larger chest. Given the small size of his house, he was able to lean out of the bathroom doorway and shout out.

“Wh-who is it?” he yelled, his voice cracking with nerves.

“It’s Dylan!” Dylan O’Brien called out from the other side of the front door. 

Tyler paled at the thought of someone seeing him in his inflated, bulky form. However, a growing part of him was getting a little excited over his past costar visiting him, his cock throbbing with desire at the thought.

“Your assistant told me come over for your birthday!” Dylan called out when Tyler didn’t answer. “I brought cake!”

At the same exact second, Tyler’s stomach growled and his cock leaked precum. He hurriedly rushed towards his room, ignoring his new bulk bouncing as he ran and the loud thuds his feet made. “Come in!” he called over his broadened shoulder. “I have to throw something on!”

Tyler rushed into his bedroom, frantically tearing through his closet as he tried to find some loose clothes that he could fit in. He found some basketball shorts that looked more like spandex as it stretched around his big booty and widened thighs. His shirt, which was XL, was way too small, and the actor groaned as he struggled to fit it over his inflated pecs. Once he had the tight blue fabric on, his nubby nipples poked conspicuously against the cotton and the bottom kept bunching up over his hairy gut. No matter how many times Tyler tried to pull it down over his protruding stomach, the shirt kept popping back up, leaving his jiggling bear gut on perfect display.

After taking a deep breath, Tyler waddled out to the living room where Dylan waited, his face cherry red over how much his hairy gut bounced when he walked. Once he laid eyes on the much smaller actor, his cock throbbed painfully with want. And once he spotted the pink box Dylan held, his stomach growled loudly, sounding more like an animal.

Dylan looked over at the inflated Tyler, his eyes bulging out of his skull as he took in the sheer size of the man. “Whoa!” he gasped. “Tyler! Y-you, uh, you look good.”

Tyler blushed as he looked down at his inflated self, holding his heavy arms out in jest. “Yeah, I’ve been bulking up for a role,” he laughed. He gestured towards the couch. “Come sit down. Let’s eat some of that cake.”

Dylan shrugged and happily sat down on the tiny sofa.

Tyler sat down beside him, his new weight causing the furniture to groan loudly. He winced as he felt his new gut settle in his lap, and the large weight discrepancy between him and Dylan caused the couch cushion to dip wildly. The tilt caused Dylan to nearly tumble over, being pressed tightly against Tyler’s bulky body.

“Oh, sorry Man!” Dylan blushed as he tried to sit up off of the other man, placing a hand down on Tyler’s hairy gut to steady himself.

“Oohh!” Tyler moaned as soon as Dylan touched his sensitive gut, arching his back and shoving his inflated belly into the other man’s touch. Dylan’s slender fingers traveling through the fur that covered it was like an electric wire, sending shocks of electricity straight to his hard cock that was still hidden under his tummy.  Tyler curled his toes and rolled his head back.

Dylan paused for a second before smirking. “You like belly rubs?” he teased. He continued to caress Tyler’s new gut, running his hands underneath the hair that coated it, which acted like little sensors that only increased its hypersensitivity.

“Y-yeah!” Tyler stuttered, squirming helplessly underneath the smaller man’s touch. He knew that he should be panicking over his massive weight gain, and wondering why he was suddenly so attracted to another guy. But his mind was turned to mush as his cock throbbed with every touch that his new gut brought him. In his lust-fueled haze, Tyler reached up and tore his useless shirt away from his bulk, exposing his huge hairy pecs.

Dylan took the message and reached over with his other hand, squeezing his inflated chest. His hands brushed over Tyler’s nubby nipples, turning the inflated stud into a moaning mess.

“D-don’t stop!” Tyler begged, feeling like putty as he squirmed, his entire bulk incredibly sensitive. He pictured himself on the sets of his TV shows in his new form. He could easily play Superman, just looking extra thicc as a superhero with a rotund gut and nubby nipples that poke through the skintight costume. And his character Derek Hale would look insanely hot with his large gut protruding through the opening of his trademark leather jacket. And if he could convince Dylan to give him more belly rubs, Tyler wouldn’t really mind if he kept his new gut… or if it got bigger.

Tyler let out a low, bellowing moan as he came, his untouched cock shooting globs of cum in his underwear. The inflated man had never came so much in his life, leaving him panting as he struggled to catch his breath, his huge gut heaving up and down as he gasped.

“Holy shit,” Tyler panted. “That was hot.”

“Sure was,” Dylan agreed. “Now what do you say we make that belly of yours a little bigger?” He held up the pink box, his smile growing when Tyler’s stomach growled.

Tyler snatched the cake out of the box, going to town, shoveling it into his mouth with one hand while keeping his other tightly secured around the smaller guy, keeping him tightly against his squishy belly.

“Happy birthday, Tyler,” Dylan laughed, rubbing Tyler’s inflated gut lovingly, enjoying the resulting moan and noticing that it was steadily growing larger and larger… 

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to everyone!

Thank you for the fun year, and I hope that we can spend many more together messing with guys! :P

Here's a hot picture where poor Peter put on Santa Claus's coat, resulting him growing a large gut and a bushy beard...

It took Derek a while to realize that Stiles had spiked his morning coffee with a daddification potion.

Caleb Becomes a Daddy

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'Caleb Becomes a Daddy' by Ultram0th/Gato-Cat

Straight jock, Caleb, finds himself the new recruit of a Daddy Cult, where all members are total musclebears complete with a big belly.

Here's my story that I'd submitted for Gayspiralstories' "Secrets of the Occult" contest. I got an honorary mention as a third runner-up! Yay! It was really fun to write, so maybe I'll do more contests!

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A small fire flickered in the background, the tips of its flames tinged green and violet from the special ingredients that had been tossed into it. Its light casted over the group of men which consisted of around thirty members— each of them completely nude and perfectly erect. Other than that, they all had the exact same body type, every one of them looking like an almost carbon copy of each another, their minor facial features being the main distinguishing factors. They all stood in a circle, silently waiting for their leader.

The group was full of older, burly musclebears, each of them looking like a football linebacker who was currently engaging in Bulking Season. Their bulky muscles were clearly evident, yet they were hidden behind a thick layer of fat. Biceps and pecs were visible, yet they appeared to be more puffy and thick as opposed to rigged and defined. Their pecs were all capped with large, nubby nipples which a majority of them thumbed or outright tugged on, making their stiff cocks leak all the more. Large roid guts protruded in front of each of them, blocking their complete views of their hardened cocks which bobbed in front of each of them, leaking precum at their feet. Hair covered every inch of their beefy frames, complimenting their daddy bear façades. Not a single man didn’t have salt-and-pepper hair, and they all had their masculine jaws covered by a beard, either trimmed or bushy. Each man was hairy, bulky, and incredibly horny. A few of them tugged at their nubby nipples while they licked their beard-framed lips, and others couldn’t stop fondling their hard cocks, struggling to reach around their rotund guts to grasp at it.

The circle broke as the leader of the group, a large beefy man, entered. He easily outweighed every other member, looking like a total giant of a hunk as he sauntered around, puffing out his fuzzy pecs with power. The other men in the group avoided making direct eye contact with him out of respect, but as soon as his presence was made, several of them came on the spot, their cocks twitching with desperate want.

The large powerlifter-looking man sauntered into the center of the circle, which was decorated with an obscure array of designs written out in bleach white salt. Circles and spirals were scattered about with stray lines connecting them all to create a larger artistic piece. The salt was lit up by small tea candles lining it, their flames flickering. The evident leader of the group, hard just like every other member but just having a significantly larger cock, held up a photo in his beefy hand.

“A new member will be amongst us tomorrow night!” he growled in his deep voice, tossing the photo down to the ground where it landed perfectly face-up in the center of the salt circles. “Caleb!"

The photo clearly showed off a candidly snapped picture of a young man at the gym. His perfectly proportional frame was much smaller than every other man’s in the group, making him look like a fitness model ripped directly from an influencer Instagram account. Chiseled pecs and abs teasingly pressed against a red workout tank, and his toned glutes were lovingly cupped by black spandex shorts; and his large cock was clearly outlined in the front. He was clearly dedicated to natural fitness, and as every hard man stared at his photo, their cocks began to throb with anticipation. His cleanly shaven face showed off his youth, and his black hair was cut into a neat style, illustrating his attention to his aesthetic. Although the hunk was handsome, he clearly did not fit the theme of the other men in the group.

“Daddies,” the leader of the group announced, holding up his large, muscled arms, his musk emanating out from his hairy pits as he did so, “let Caleb’s transformation begin!”

The flames on the tea lights grew in fervor as the large men in the circle began to chant in tandem.

“Caleb! Caleb! One of us! One of us!”

The leader of the group grabbed a strong hold of his massive cock in his beefy hand, his humongous bicep flexing with manly powerful as he pumped away. Among the chanting, he let out a loud grunt, shooting his load into the middle of the circle, his cum landing directly on the picture of the proportional fitness hunk.

“Guuahh!” Caleb cried out as he shot up in bed, his smooth pecs heaving as he tried to catch his breath. The twenty-three year old stud had bolted up from some obscure nightmare which his mind was rapidly forgetting. All the hunk could recall at the moment was that he’d dreamt of several men looking like a bunch of overweight ex-jocks chanting over and over. All of their faces had been shrouded by dark shadows, preventing him from recognizing a single one. “Fuckin’ weird.”

He ran a shaky hand through his thick, black hair when his attention was brought to something else.

“Damn,” he couldn’t help but chuckle when he felt just how sticky his sheets were. He lifted up the covers and marveled at the sheer amount of cum that was globbed all over them. He must’ve came repeatedly, almost nonstop all night because some of it was crusting and plastering the cotton blankets to him and some of it was already dried up on his cut abs, while some was freshly wet and cooling off in the cold morning air. Still, despite this, his eight inch cock was still rock hard, throbbing with want as it bobbed up in the air, drooling precum like a leaky faucet.

Caleb’s lustful frenzy took over his mind, and he barely registered anything before he found himself pumping away at his hard cock, almost as if his body had moved on its own accord. The toned stud let out a low, bellowing moan as he jerked off, his hips bucking from the surges of pleasure that washed over him. Of course he’d experienced morning wood plenty of times before in his life; but for some reason, he was so hyperbolically horny this morning, barely able to concentrate on anything else besides getting off.

As Caleb jerked off, his thoughts kept drifting back to his cryptic dream with all of the large men standing in a circle, and then the largest guy of them all entering the middle—

“UUughh!” Caleb squealed as his cock erupted, shooting a large load of cum that landed right onto his smooth, muscled chest. “Wh-what the hell?” His pecs heaving from post-orgasmic bliss, the hunk blushed at the thought that he’d climaxed right as he’d thought about another man. Weirder was that he’d felt as if he’d blown the largest load of his life, feeling way more spent than he’d ever had when with a woman.

The stud also couldn’t believe that as he crawled out of bed, despite just cumming, his cock quickly plumped back up and went straight to attention in a matter of seconds. Caleb scratched confusedly at the back of his head as he stared down at his throbbing member, never feeling such a surge of hormones since he’d started puberty. His cock ached and begged to be touched, and the more the house’s A/C blew over his smooth muscles, he felt tingles rippling through him. He chuckled to himself and shook his head, chalking it up to just needing to get laid.

Luckily, that wouldn’t be hard for the twenty-three year old hunk.

Caleb had just gotten hired at some obscure company called Daddy Corp where he worked in one of the few office buildings in town and wore form-fitting clothes that showed off his musculature, showing that he dedicated himself to fitness. The jock had a trim body with smooth, shredded muscle. His proportional pecs pressed against his button-down shirt, illustrating his meticulously fit lifestyle. His abs popped noticeably against his skin, looking incredibly defined. Caleb looked like he was pulled straight from a fitness magazine cover; and with his cute smile and younger features, he could’ve also been yanked from a celebrity magazine too. He kept his face cleanly shaven to allow his square jaw and defined cheekbones to pop. He kept his short, black hair trimmed and nicely styled. Everything about the hunk oozed youthful and attractive, and he absolutely used this to his advantage to score tons of women in town.

He couldn’t help but bask in the glory that being the fittest man at his new job brought him. Seriously, Caleb was the only stud at work to weigh in under 200 pounds (he weighed 184, to be precise), and he was the only one who looked like he’d recently been to a gym. Every other man at Daddy Corp looked like some ex-jock who’d had too many visits to the buffet, waddling around with a huge gut that constantly threatened to burst out of their tight shirts. The stark difference in him and the rest of his coworkers often earned him some sideways glances, a lot of the men looking at him with some kind of mischievous gleam in their eyes. Caleb had just assumed that they were all jealous though.

The cocky stud couldn’t help it if he was young and fit while all of his coworkers looked like old, hairy men.

With his still hard cock bobbing in front of him, Caleb sauntered into his bathroom to get ready for work. When he flicked on the lights, the stud was taken aback at his reflection. Sure he was used to having to shave away a little stubble off his face every morning, but nothing like what he was confronted with.

Caleb looked at a face that had much thicker, darker stubble. This hairy growth could’ve passed for the beginnings of a beard almost. “What the hell?” Caleb muttered aloud as he ran a shaky hand over his fuzzy jaw, marveling at how he could’ve grown such thick hair seemingly overnight. His eyes traveled south and he winced at the wisps of hair that was visible in the cleft between his proportional, toned pecs. The vain young man kept his chest shaved to allow for his muscled contour to noticeably pop, so the new hairs on them made him grimace.

The jock couldn’t resist running his fingers over the new hairs on his muscled chest, his cock twitching as he did so for some unknown reason.

Ignoring his throbbing cock for the moment, Caleb grabbed an electric razor out of the drawer and went to work trying to get rid of his new beard. He trimmed it down with his clippers and then applied some shaving cream to the prickly stubble, shaving it away in an attempt to regain his smooth appearance. He then ran the razor over his pecs, getting rid of the unwanted chest hair. Once he was smooth again, Caleb jumped inside of the shower and rinsed himself off.

As he showered, Caleb took care of his cock two more times; but again, after each time he came, his cock would quickly shoot right back up. It throbbed with intense want as it bobbed in front of the addled man, making him an odd combination of confused and horny. “What the hell’s goin’ on?” he asked himself. His confusion only grew after Caleb dried off and started to get dressed.

As he yanked open his top dresser drawer to grab some boxers, it’d taken him a moment to realize that he’d accidentally snatched one of his jockstraps. He’d had the tight fabric past his knees when he’d registered the error, but for some reason, the thought of wearing such large, bulky boxers made the hunk frown.

“Fuck it,” he muttered under his breath as he adjusted his hard cock, trying to keep it concealed within the white pouch of the jockstrap. He pulled on his slacks, wincing at the sensation of the fabric running over his bare ass cheeks. However, the stud cocked his eyebrow as he buttoned them, having a little difficulty getting them fastened at first. He gritted his teeth as he buttoned up his pants, the waistline feeling uncomfortably tight around his midsection, like the pants had shrunk in the wash or something. His button-down shirt wasn’t much better. The dark blue shirt felt strangely constricting, especially around the waist and up near the shoulders. As Caleb buttoned it up, his frown deepened even more when he couldn’t get the top three buttons done. He struggled to get the third from the top closed, but as he tried, his pecs squished closer together, forming a deep cleavage.

Once he was all dressed, Caleb examined himself in his mirror. His tight pants looked like they were painted on, his ass that was lifted by the jockstrap in clear view. The pants were so tight that the straps of the jock were easily visible, and Caleb blushed as he knew that his coworkers would be able to tell what he was wearing in an instant. His shirt looked about a size too small, and it strained over his bulk. He could see two little nubs in the fabric from where his nipples poked against it, a pinkish hue forming on his face at the thought.

“I need to step up my cardio,” Caleb resolved as he grimaced at how ill-fitting his clothes looked. “Don’t wanna get too big.” His cock throbbed in the tight confines of the jockstrap, and Caleb scratched an itch that had formed on his chest as he left his house to head to Daddy Corp.

Once he was at the office, Caleb was quickly disappointed to find that things only got worse from there.

Work proved be difficult as Caleb felt increasingly uncomfortable in his own body. The entire time he sat at his desk in his cubicle, he kept squirming around in his seat. Even as time passed, Caleb’s pants and shirt felt incredibly snug on his muscled body. In order to relieve some of the tension, Caleb unbuttoned his pants, resisting the urge to sigh loudly with relief. He kept his lower half hidden under his desk, which was good since his aching cock was still throbbing and demanding attention within the small confines of his jockstrap. It twitched here and there, leaking precum as the frazzled young man scratched at his itchy chest or wiggled around in his tight clothes.

Every so often, the hunk’s face would turn beet red when he’d realize that instead of typing away at his reports, one of his beefy hands was massaging the large bulge in front of his straining slacks. No matter how many times he would snap to and force himself to stare at his computer screen, it wasn’t long until he was at it again, his jaw hanging slack as he’d feel himself up. Caleb’s mind was on fire with lust, and his still hard cock made it rough for him to concentrate on his job or the fact that his shirt felt like it’d burst at any moment.

“In the middle of something?” his boss, Winston, asked as he lumbered up and rested against the cubicle wall.

Caleb jerked back, snapping his hand away from his aching crotch as he looked over at the older man.

Winston was a total bear of a man, looking like he’d been an athlete back in the day. However, he’d allowed his muscles to be overtaken by a thick layer of fat created by nights of beer and fatty foods, creating a large belly that jiggled and bounced with every step the man took. In fact, his big gut strained against his shirt, his buttons looking like they’d burst if he’d take a deep breath. He was by far the largest man in the office, easily outweighing every other man by tens of pounds of muscle/fat.

That last thought made Caleb’s heart race for some reason, and his cock throbbed even more in his tight jeans. His face red hot, Caleb loudly gulped and bit back the moan that threatened to make its way up his throat as he stared at the way his boss’s graying chest hair curled over his shirt collar.

Poor Caleb forced the thirsty thoughts out of his mind, wondering why on earth he was focusing intensely on the older man’s beefy form. Never before had the stud experienced a gay thought in his life, but for some unknown reason, the more he stared at Winston, the more turned on he felt which only served to increase his worry.

“N-no, Sir,” Caleb stuttered, squirming around in his chair all the more as the older man stared down at him.

Winston ran his eyes up and down Caleb’s shaking form, a mischievous smirk forming on his graying, bearded face. “Alright,” he happily hummed. “I gotta admit, Caleb, I’m liking the new look.”

“New look…?” Caleb trailed off in wonder as he tried to figure out what his boss was talking about. He rubbed his cheek in confusion, flinching as soon as he felt the scratchy facial hair against his hand.

Gasping loudly, Caleb glanced into the opaque reflection of his monitor, seeing a faint view of the beard that was growing on his previously smooth face.

“What the hell?” he muttered underneath his breath as his hands kept rubbing his scratchy jaw, struggling to piece together how he’d grown a beard in a just a few hours.

Winston just chuckled as he crossed his muscled arms over this beefy chest, having to rest them virtually on the crest of his big belly. “It looks good,” he tried to reassure the panicking young man. “I started to grow mine out when I started to get some grays, too. Drives the guys crazy.”

“Grays…?” Caleb trailed off before his breath got caught in his throat.

With a smirk on his older face, Winston reached up and stroked at his beard, showing off its salt-and-pepper quality. “See?” he teased. “Every daddy needs a beard.”

Caleb felt his body tense up, his eyes widening when he felt an unfamiliar jiggling sensation near his abdomen at the action. However, he didn’t have time to ponder it before his cock shot another load into his jockstrap. The normally silent man couldn’t help but bellow out a low moan as he came again, his face feeling like it was on fire as his burly boss watched. His jockstrap felt soaked now, and there was wet mark starting to form on the front of his pants.

Pop!

As he struggled to catch his breath, a button flew off Caleb’s shirt, clattering onto his desk. The bewildered hunk looked down at his chest, his eyes nearly popping out his skull as he saw the large swatch of his chest on display. Not only that, but he saw a lot of dark chest hair curling all over his pec cleavage… a cleavage which looked much deeper than it should’ve.

Caleb shoved himself away from his desk in a panic. He didn’t know what was happening to him, but based off of the tightening of this clothes and the unknown hair growth, the terrified hunk knew that something horrible was up.

He pushed his way past his boss and booked it for the bathroom, wincing as he felt how different his movement was. It felt as if Caleb’s thighs rubbed together in a way they never had, almost turning his gait into a hurried waddle. Worse was the way his entire body seemed to vibrate and jiggle with every lumbering step the jock took.

RRRIIIIPPP!

Poor Caleb felt the seat of his pants give way, allowing for a rush of relief against the tightening that he hadn’t initially registered. The cool air of the office blew over his exposed cheeks. But as Caleb frantically yanked his arms behind himself to protect his modesty, another loud tearing rang out as his shirt tore apart sending tattered fabric falling at the humiliated stud’s feet.

He bolted forward, slamming himself into the bathroom as all he was clad in was his damp jockstrap. The hardening bulge concealed in the pouch bounced against his big thighs over and over as he moved, and he couldn’t help but grunt and moan every so often.

“Fuck!” Caleb cried out when he was finally in the bathroom and confronted his altered reflection in the mirror.

The first thing Caleb noticed was the hair. It was everywhere. The stud’s previously smooth body was covered in body hair, making it look like he’d been growing it for years. His beard was thick and dominated the lower half of his face, completely shrouding his chiseled jaw and cheekbones. The black hair traveled down his thick neck and across his broad shoulders, splitting down his back and his chest. His chest was completely covered in hair— his pecs and stomach were completely covered. Even his arms and legs were dominated by his new body hair, and Caleb ran his frantic hands all over his now hairy body, pulling at in disbelief, only to find that it was in fact very real. In his bewilderment, Caleb was near unable to stop running his hands over his hairy chest.

“Uuughhh!” Caleb practically squealed as he ran his hands over his hard nipples, which felt as if a bolt of sexual electricity rippled throughout him, causing him to cum on the spot. His large cock sputtered out globs of cum that splattered inside his jockstrap.

His hairy pecs heaving, Caleb struggled to piece together what was happening. Not only had he somehow grown copious amounts of chest hair, but his nipples were also weirdly sensitive. Sure, he hadn’t minded whenever a woman would give them some attention in the past, but he’d never came on command just from feeling them up. As if to test this revelation, Caleb hesitantly reached up and thumbed one of his nips, his knees buckling and his cock instantly shooting its hundredth load that day. But that wasn’t it.

“A-are they… bigger?” he wondered aloud as he glanced down at his still hard nipples which protruded off his chest more than they should’ve and that had appeared to thicken up, making them look like large nubs that poked out of his chest hair.

As he examined his enlarged nips, Caleb soon discovered that they weren’t the only things about him that were now bigger. His jaw dropped as he saw a much more pronounced curvature from his large biceps, looking huge but not as cut. In fact, they appeared to be a bit more bulky. The same was with his pecs, which seemed more puffy and less defined. They still had their muscular quality, but it came off more as if Caleb was deep into bulking season. His thighs were pressed tightly together, and as he turned around to peek at his now hairy ass, Caleb winced when he saw how much larger the cheeks now were. They bubbled out the back of the jockstrap, looking huge and cumbersome as they bounced and jiggled with each slight movement.

“Where the fuck are my abs?!” Caleb cried out in horror as he looked at his hairy stomach. His defined abdominal muscles were no longer popping against his skin. Instead, his abdomen appeared smooth (albeit covered by copious amounts of body hair) and void of any muscular contours. Caleb whimpered as he reached down and gave his hairy stomach a tentative poke, groaning with a mixture of terror and confused lust as he felt his finger sink deeper into his belly than it should’ve, illustrating that some fat growth had occurred.

“You don’t need abs,” Winston chuckled as he entered the bathroom, flanked by two other bearish men.

The other men looked like mere copies of the burly boss, although a little smaller in size. They each had large, rotund guts and trimmed beards. They seemed to be middle aged, their hair decorated with scattered grays. Each man eyed Caleb, wide smiles on their faces as they looked over the blushing, hairy man.

More concerning to Caleb was that the more the men stared at his altered form, the more his still hard cock throbbed within the confines of his jockstrap.

“Wh-what are you talking about?” Caleb stuttered, unable to stop running his exploring hands over his hairy body, taking extra care to avoid his uber sensitive nipples.

“Every daddy should have a big, hairy belly,” Winston stated matter-of-factly.

That last phrase snapped Caleb out of his trepidation for a brief moment. “What did you say?” he gasped, his gaze switching between the smirking older man and his altered, hairy reflection. His abs were gone and his chest was incredibly hairy; despite the evidence before him, Caleb struggled to accept it.

Winston snickered a little. “I said that every daddy needs a big, hairy belly,” he repeated. “Look, you’re well on your way to bein’ done.” He nodded towards the confused man.

Caleb followed his eyes and he paled when he glanced down at his own stomach, seeing something horrifying: It looked as if his belly shuddered before pulling out from his abdomen a little, getting larger and rounder by a small fraction.

“What the fuck?!” Caleb yelled as he grabbed at the flesh that had expanded before him. He was able to actually grab fistfuls of fat, giving his growing gut a furious shake before turning to glare at his boss. “What the fuck are you doing to me?!”

Winston lumbered forward and placed a sympathetic hand on Caleb’s broad shoulder, sending a shiver through the growing man. “I can tell that this is a big adjustment,” he hummed, running an admiring hand down and over Caleb’s inflated pec, “but I promise that everything will make sense in a bit. Don’t worry: You’ll love being a big daddy.”

Caleb bristled at the older man’s words. “Why do you keep calling me that?” the young jock retorted, unsure why Winston kept calling him a ‘Daddy’ and why he liked it so much. Out of his peripheral, he caught sight of something else that made his new gut fall and his cock twitch simultaneously.

Wordlessly, Caleb stared in abject shock as he studied the change in color of his jet black hair. Flecks of gray were starting to appear throughout it, being centered more along his sideburns that connected to his new beard. His facial hair contained more grays, looking completely salt-and-pepper. As he got closer to the mirror to look at himself, Caleb shook slightly when he saw that his skin looked a little more weathered and some new wrinkles had sprouted near his eyes.

“A-am I older?” he choked, the twenty-three year old having immense trouble wrapping his mind around what he was apparently turning into. He looked like he’d long passed thirty and was approaching his forties, the top of his hair starting to look slightly thinner now. He held his hands up in front of his face, seeing how rough they looked along with the presence of new callouses indicating a long life of labor.

The other two men waddled forward, their shirts straining over their beefy linebacker-esque bulk. They flanked the altered young man, each one of them snatching a strong hold of his jockstrap and tugging it down to the ground.

Out of its confines, Caleb’s hard cock sprang out in front of him, bobbing in the air. The former jock frowned when he looked down and had some of his view blocked by his budding gut.

“C’mon,” Winston said in a soothing tone as he grabbed Caleb by the hand, giving it a tight squeeze. “Let’s get you to the compound and we can explain everything to you.”

The older man grasping his smaller hand created a foggy sensation in Caleb’s brain. The changing man wanted to argue, wanted to demand that whatever was happening to him be stopped and that he be reverted back to his normal, toned and younger body. However, the fog in his head made it difficult to concentrate, and the stud was left to follow silently behind his bear of a boss as he led him out of the bathroom and down the office floor. Watching the way Winston’s large, bulky body lumbered forwards, and the way his plump ass pressed tantalizingly against his pants made Caleb’s rock hard cock throb all the more and leak precum. The hunk’s heart raced as his surging lust confirmed that his body wasn’t the only thing about him changing, but his desires were too. The other two men followed beside them, and Caleb finally noticed that they had large nubby nipples poking against their shirts, his new nipples rivaling theirs. His panic was nearly overtaken by his newfound feelings, his own perky nipples starting to burn with want the more he stared.

The changing, naked man was so caught up in admiring the other men with him, that it took him a while to register that he’d been led to a car, placed in the back middle seat between the two nameless coworkers while Winston drove up front.

One of the burly men fastened Caleb’s seatbelt, and he squirmed at the unfamiliar sensation of the seatbelt slipping between the deeper crevice formed by his hairy pecs. As the vehicle zoomed down the road, Caleb noticed the extra jiggling feeling caused by the vibrations of the engine.

“He’s gonna make one hot daddy,” the bear to his left commented, running an admiring hand over his larger gut.

“Yeah,” the other one chimed in, “his belly’s that big already and he’s still not done. He’s gonna be one of the biggest, hairiest daddies in our ranks.”

Caleb felt his throat dry up from shock, but he was rendered silent from the other man’s fingers running through the forest on his pecs, proving to illicit such pleasurable responses. He struggled to piece together the information thrusted onto his lap. A part of him was slightly relieved to discover that getting bigger wasn’t just limited to fat growth in his gut. Based on the way his heavier arms rested more on his lats and the fact that his pecs appeared more rounded, he could tell that his muscles were swelling up a bit too.

However, his gut was one-hundred percent the epicenter of his growth.

The further down the roads the car traveled, the larger Caleb’s gut got. It was a little pudgy when he’d first gotten in the vehicle, but when Winston had pulled up to an unknown estate, it was much larger. It rested on his lap, nearly blocking his view of his cock. His larger, inflated, hairy pecs rested on top of his gut, making him look totally ballooned-up.

“Here we are!” Winston announced as he shut off the car. The other men got out and assisted Caleb onto his unsteady feet.

Once he was standing, Caleb sensed just how much he’d changed. His thighs rolled over one another as he waddled behind the other men into the large, looming building that looked like a cryptic mansion. His arms clashed with lats and pecs, impeding his movements. But most of all, he blushed furiously as his protruding gut bounced and jiggled in front of him. He gave it a nervous poke, feeling the solidity beneath a thick layer of fat, making it feel more like an overblown roidgut. Worse was that as he poked it, he had to bite back a moan from the surge of pleasure that rippled through him.

The whole time he moved, his hard cock wagged in front of him, aching for release, especially when Winston and the other men started to strip naked. Each of them began with unbuttoning their pants, releasing a collective sigh of relief as their restricting waistbands were no longer strapped around their own daddy bellies. The three of them practically tore their shirts away from their bloated dad bods, showing off a clear view of their own large, hairy guts. Winston’s was by far the largest. In fact, he seemed to be the largest all around— bigger gut, plumper pecs, thicker nipples, and a much longer cock that also bobbed in front of him whenever he lumbered.

“Hey!” one of the naked men frowned when he leaned over and pressed his hairy gut against Caleb’s, making them squish together. “His is bigger than mine!”

Before Caleb could confirm the dimensions of his new gut, Winston bellowed out a deep laugh and led the group through the house and down a long, dark hallway. Caleb could hear muffled whispers coming from down the hall, emanating from behind the door at the very end. His heart raced in his inflated chest, and it felt close to bursting the second Winston opened up the door.

Faint candlelight barely illuminated the inside of the large room, which was about the size of a gymnasium. However, instead of bleachers, the room was full of large, older, naked musclebears. Each of them had a humongous musclegut that ballooned out in front of them, shielding their own views of their hard cocks. Caleb’s own gut dropped when he gradually recognized every face of the burly daddies in the room— his coworkers. Each and every single beefy man in the room he’d seen lumbering around the office, gawking at his previously proportional body.

The confused hunk felt himself guided into the center of the room where there was a small clearing. His bushy eyebrows furrowed as he examined the white patterns scrawled all over the hardwood floor in some kind of powdered substance, a candid photo of himself in the very center.

Winston snatched one of his hands and thrusted it high up into the air. “Daddies!” Winston announced in his baritone. “Our new daddy is here! Let the initiation begin!”

“New daddy?” Caleb hissed as he yanked his arm out of Winston’s hold. “I’m not like one you bloated freaks!” He stomped his foot angrily, feeling the weight of his situation crashing down on him all at once.

“Oh, but you are,” Winston sinisterly smirked as the group of daddies parted, one of them pushing a floor length mirror forwards. It was positioned in the circle, facing the altered Caleb dead on.

Caleb gasped loudly as he was confronted with the image of his new body. He was huge, embarrassingly huge, and very hairy. He appeared to be at least twice as wide as he had started out as, his broad shoulders looking even broader than they had before. His cumbersome pecs had plumped up to the size of melons, capped off with erect, nubby nipples that were reminiscent of his thumbs. His arms had packed on some serious size too, his biceps nearing the size of bowling balls, looking thick and akimbo as they clashed with his lats. His thighs had significantly widened, thrusting his thickened cock out front and center. His cock didn’t look any longer, but it now seemed to be as wide as a beer can, throbbing with want as Caleb explored his new body. He blushed as his felt his thighs rub together as he did a three-sixty to view his new body completely. His previously toned butt had inflated to at least three times its usual size, sticking out from his hairy back like a shelf.

But what Caleb noticed the most was his enormous musclegut. The former fitness stud paled at the sight of what looked like a hairy medicine ball attached to his torso. His belly was exaggeratedly round, and it bounced and jiggled with every movement he made. His massive pecs rested on top of it, and deep down Caleb knew that there would be no concealing his inflated form underneath any of his old clothes. Shoot, he’d consider himself lucky to find any size that would fit over this lumbering frame. The comments from the other man regarding how his gut had been made larger echoed out in his head, and Caleb took a quick scan of the room, frowning when he saw that he did indeed look like he was one of the largest musclebears in the room.

And his entire body was covered in thick, black body hair. His arms, legs, bubblebutt, and chest were coated. His beard had filled out slightly, not looking bushy, but giving him more of a burly lumberjack appearance. The hair atop his head, however, thinned out a bit and Caleb’s blush returned as he ran his hand through it, wincing at the smooth bald patch in the back.

He looked older too. His hair had taken on a salt-and-pepper quality, giving him a much more mature look. His skin appeared weathered and there were the beginning signs of wrinkles starting to form on his previously smooth face. The former twenty-three year old guessed that he must’ve packed on at least one-hundred pounds of muscle and fat, and he would’ve had to have aged to at least his late forties/early fifties.

The worse part was that a growing part of Caleb loved his new daddy look. This new part attempted to stomp down the cocky jock who longed for his abs, struggling to deny the horniness he felt as he saw just how drastic the curvature of his belly was.

His cock leaked precum near constantly, and he couldn’t stop running his hands across his solid gut. The sensation of rubbing his belly and feeling the forest of chest hair made his heart race, made all the better by the other burly men who watched him. His mind wrestled with what had happened to him, the former straight jock with the six pack trying to come to turns that he’d been somehow turned into a perpetually horny, gay beefy daddy with a big belly.

He looked up at Winston, who only continued to smirk down at him, his much larger cock twitching with anticipation.

A million questions raced through his head, but all Caleb could muster was, “Why?”

Winston snickered and lumbered closer, reaching down to wrap his thick fingers around Caleb’s hard cock. His rough, beefy hands handled it with expertise, causing the new daddy to moan loudly and have his knees go weak as his leader jerked his aching cock.

“We have a little philosophy,” Winston explained to the moaning ex-jock, “and it’s that every daddy needs to have large muscles, sexy body hair, and…” he let go and pressed his front against Caleb’s back, rutting his hard cock between his inflated cheeks as he grabbed onto Caleb’s new gut with both paws, “…a big, hairy belly.”

At the sensation of his leader running his rough hands over his protruding gut (which Caleb was finding was just as sensitive as his erect nipples), Caleb’s legs buckled beneath him. He fell onto all fours and allowed his new body to take over, feeling himself arch his back as best as he could and shove his inflated ass towards Winston.

Winston could only smirk knowingly back as he got down onto his knees and positioned himself behind Caleb, his cock resting teasingly at his tight hole. “So that’s why,” he further explained, “we decided to hire you at our business and turn your boring young body into the body of a hot, sexy daddy.”

He shoved himself inside and Caleb moaned loudly as he felt himself buck like crazy, driving Winston’s cock deeper inside. He’d obviously never had a cock inside of him before, but a growing part of him was quickly shoving the straight and proportional Caleb into a box, allowing the new beefy daddy to assume control. Despite himself, Caleb knew that he didn’t want to be some bear who looked like he’d been an athlete in his prime, but had since given up on diet and exercise. He longed for his abs and his old life, but the way his gut and bubblebutt rippled in tandem as he was fucked squashed any residual resistance that he held.

Winston reached up and roughly tugged on Caleb’s erect nipples, turning Caleb’s moans into squeals of delight as he was heatedly fucked in front of the group of daddies. “Fuck me, Daddy!” he kept hearing himself bellow out in his voice, which started to sound deeper than it should’ve.

Winston thrusted forward one last time, his huge body tensing up as he blew his load.

Caleb, having already came several times, basked in the sensation of being filled by his daddy. As soon as Winston pulled out, Caleb rolled over onto his back and panted as he tried to catch his breath. The heavy weight from his belly was completely foreign and would take some getting used to, but the wide beard-framed smile on Caleb’s older face let the other daddies know that he was down for the ride.

“Caleb! Caleb!” the group began to chant, but soon their words morphed. “Daddy! Daddy!”

At their words, Caleb felt his cock rocket back to attention and out of instinct, he reach down to grab at it, having a little difficulty with his biceps pushing against his pecs and gut.

“Hold on there, Daddy,” Winston chuckled. “There’s thirty other daddies to go. You need to pace yourself.”

Caleb was confused at first, but soon it clicked when he saw that the all of the other men were just as hard as he was, each one of them hungrily eying his inflated form.

The old Caleb screamed as he was sealed away inside of the mental box, Daddy Caleb taking dominance as he quickly hopped up onto all fours and wagged his rotund booty at the rest of the musclebears. “Who’s next?” he eagerly asked, loving how his gut jiggled as the next man shoved inside of his hungry hole.

“Good morning, Daddy Caleb,” Daddy Jason greeted him as he entered the office.

“Morning to you, too!” Daddy Caleb cheerfully greeted the large man, giving him a playful slap on his bubblebutt, a big smile on his face.

Daddy Caleb was always in a sunshiny mood whenever he went to work. The large 52 year old, 302-pound beast had his head held up high as he waddled towards his cubicle, his humongous thighs rolling other each other with every step he took. His massive gut jiggled in front of him, straining the buttons of his XXXL shirt that looked like was painted on, especially due to the way his nubby nipples poked consciously against it. The top four buttons were undone (he couldn’t fasten them over his hairy muscletits), displaying the deep crevice caused by his enormous pecs. When he sat down at his desk and began to type away at his computer, he always had to take extra caution whenever he moved. If he moved his arms too quickly, then his massive biceps would tear his sleeves to shreds, or they’d jostle one of his hard nipples, causing him to cum nonstop. The daddy stud was already hard, causing a wet mark to form on the front of his tight pants, but he’d figured he’d ask one of his fellow daddies to help him out in the bathroom later.

That’s what he loved about working at Daddy Corp: all of the daddies took great care of one another.

Sometimes, Daddy Caleb would hear a small, panicked voice in the back of his head, telling him that this wasn’t how he was supposed to look. He wasn’t supposed to be some old, muscled up gay man with a big gut. He would sometimes see images of a younger version of himself with abs and smooth muscles, but then the daddy would scoff at the mere thought. Who’d want to be some smooth jock when they could be a beefy daddy?

Daddy Winston, the boss, lumbered back and gave Daddy Caleb a playful wink. “How’re you adjusting, Daddy?” he asked.

Daddy Caleb felt his smile grow even larger as his heart raced underneath the stare of Daddy Winston. His boss had the biggest belly and muscles of any of the daddies at work, and it made him look incredibly sexy. Daddy Caleb couldn’t help but gush whenever he was given his attention, making him blush as his cock throbbed with desperate want.

“I love working here!” Daddy Caleb exclaimed, cut off when one of the buttons straining over this gut popped off, exposing some of his hairy belly. He just shrugged it off. “Whatever, a daddy needs a big belly, right?”

“Exactly,” Daddy Winston happily agreed. “And I’m hoping that you can help me explain that to our new hire.”

The boss gestured towards the copy machine where a large bodybuilder of a man stood. The stud had muscles for days and Daddy Caleb felt his cock twitch as he admired the man’s broad back; however, the second the bodybuilder turned around and revealed that he had a flat stomach (probably with defined abs), Daddy Caleb went soft.

“Come to the compound tonight,” Daddy Winston said. “We’ll start the ritual for his transformation.”

Daddy Caleb nodded in agreement, looking forward to tonight. A night spent with all of his daddy coworkers where they’d heatedly fuck and feel up one another’s hairy, muscled bodies— just the mere thought of it had Daddy Caleb shoot a load into his pants.

He was a big, hairy daddy. And he loved every single moment of it.

Tyler looks so nice with some more meat on his bones!

The Bearification of Tyler H.

I like this one, but I would've loved to make his belly a little bigger. It's just difficult with his chest hair-- but I'm a firm believer that every bear needs a hairy chest!

Carbocit Restaurant Commercial

Here's a nice ad that involves a cute guy getting a big belly because of gas or whatever. I personally think he looks better with a gut, so I decided to make it slightly bigger:

Plus, it's really nice how his new gut even pushes him away from the table!

Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!

Here's a quick rendering of everyone's favorite grumpy werewolf turning into Santa Claus, complete with a big, hairy belly!

“Man, these supplements you gave me suck!” bodybuilder Antoine Valliant growled as he examined himself in the posing mirror. “Where did you say you got these?”

You shrugged your thinner shoulders. “I bought them off some guy who swore up and down by them,” you lied. “He said that in just three days’ time, you’d be shredded like crazy.” You’d been working as Antoine’s personal assistant for the past two months and had really gained the trust of the muscle man, going so far as to convince him to try these new pills that you’d ordered online.

And they were clearly working.

You fought hard to hide your mischievous grin as the bodybuilder frowned as he continued to look at himself in the mirror. His body hair had increased, growing back in a short matter of hours. He’d shaved his chest just this morning, not that anyone could tell. Already his pecs and stomach were matted with thick, dark fur. That was the least of his concerns though since instead of cutting like he’d wanted, Antoine was horrified to find himself beefing up. In a short three days, the stud had packed on nearly thirty pounds of muscle and fat, giving him a really beefy and hairy look. His gut protruded much more than he liked and his thighs pressed together, shoving his large cock out in front of him as it struggled to be contained in his tiny posers. Even his pecs had rounded out and jutted away further from his hairy chest. The bodybuilder gave it a tentative poke, his frown deep on his face. None of his clothes fit him anymore, leaving him to just wearing his posers and sweats, which looked plastered over his inflated form.

“I’m sure it’s just left over water weight,” you offered, incredibly turned on. You held out another pill. “Speaking of which, time for today’s dose. I’ll check on you tomorrow.”

Antoine huffed in defeat and took the pill, swallowing it in one gulp.

[The next day]

You walked into Antoine’s apartment, setting your tablet down on the counter. As per your usual routine, you fixed a pot of coffee and helped yourself to a cup, mixing in some sugar. “Mr. Valliant!” you called out, taking a sip of the coffee which tasted a little bit more bitter than normal. “I’m here! How’re you feeling today?”

There was a low groan and the floorboards squeaked as the massive muscle man made his way over to the living room where you were. Once he made it, your jaw dropped at the sight of the large musclebear that the bodybuilder had become. 

Antoine was massive, weighing at least sixty more pounds, most of it centered on his beefy chest. His musclegut stood out proudly and his fuzzy pecs rested on top of it. Even his arms had packed on so much meat that they hung akimbo at his sides. His beard had filled in and he glared at you at you took in the sight of the bear.

“I know what you’ve been doing,” he accused, trying to cross his arms threateningly in front of him, but his pecs were so big that they kept pushing his biceps away.

“What do you mean?” you asked, feigning innocence. Your façade cracked when you heard a loud rip and felt a rush of cool air on your ass cheeks. “What the—?”

You looked over your shoulder and felt the blood drain from your face as you watched your ass inflate before your very own eyes, tripling in size and jutting away to form a perfect shelf from your lower back. Before you could say anything more, the rest of your clothes ripped away from your inflating form. You were stunned silent as you witnessed your small pecs bulge and push away from your chest, resting on top of a protruding gut that rounded out away from you. Your arms packed on weight and you felt their cumbersome weight as your beefy hands itched at your skin which started to sprout dark, coarse hair all over. You couldn’t exactly see it, but you saw your blurred reflection in the TV and nearly passed out as you watched your seven inch cock twitch and pull in, stopping at a tiny, embarrassing two inches. It was practically invisible as it hid underneath your new musclegut which was hard to the touch and stuck straight out.

Antoine waddled over to you, dwarfing you completely, in height, muscle, and musclegut size. And especially cock size.

“Wh-what did you do?!” you shouted as your shaky hands ran over your bulky, hairy body.

“It’s only fair,” Antoine grunted as he reached out and caressed your inflated asscheeks. At the touch of the larger man’s beefy hand on your globes, a shiver rippled through your larger body and your little nub throbbed with want.

“Uuhhh,” you moaned uncontrollably. You had no idea what was happening, but the surge of pleasure and want that washed over you was overwhelming, and before you could even register what was happening, you dropped to your knees and hungrily began to suck Antoine’s huge cock. You winced when you felt your inflated asscheeks press against your beefy legs, but ignored it as you desperately ran your tongue all over the hard cock in your face.

Antoine chuckled as he looked down at you. “You got cocky,” he grunted, grabbing both side of your head with his beefy hands as he began to thrust his hips and mouth fuck you. His musclegut would brush up against your forehead every so often, turning you on all the more. “And now you get to pay the consequences. From now on, you’re my little cub, made exclusively for me to fuck. Got it?”

“Mm-hmm,” you moaned, swallowing the large load of cum from the beefy musclebear. Nothing sounded better to you. Well… there was one thing.

You finished swallowing and immediately turned around, presenting your inflated ass to the musclebear on all fours.

“Pl-please,” you begged.

Musclebear Antoine smirked and waddled closer to his new cub.

Hey I've always fantasized about having a big belly, but I can't seem to gain weight no matter how hard I try. Is there anything you can do for me?

How about we try this spell?

No matter what shirt you wear, your belly will always outgrow it.

Now, let's see the results...

You were at home getting ready to head to the gym when you grabbed one of your regular workout t-shirts. It was a typical shirt that clung to your body and was made out of material that was thin enough to help your body cool off.

The second you tugged your shirt on, you felt your stomach gurgle a little bit as if you were hungry. However, your eyes widened when your gut shuddered and began to push outwards away from you. Your abs disappeared underneath a growing layer of fat, becoming obscured before your gut rounded out and began to jut out from your torso. The growth continued until your tight(er) shirt rode up higher and your belly button was exposed-- the shirt officially not fitting you anymore.

As soon as a large swath of your inflated gut was exposed, the growth stopped.

Your hands explored your new mass that was attached to you in wonder, feeling it squish and jiggle with every awkward step you took. You tore the too small shirt away from your bigger form, noting how warped your profile now was. Whereas you used to be trim and skinny, you now possessed a sizable beer belly. Your pecs had even puffed up slightly and became a little saggy. And when you looked harder in the mirror, you could see that your face was a little rounder too.

Immediately, you were so excited to show off your larger form to all of your gym buddies, looking forward to having them rub your big belly. You rushed back over to your closet, feeling your larger gut jiggle with every footstep.

You squeezed into another shirt to head out and--

Your belly shuddered and began to inflate again, growing even larger and rounder until it jutted out of your t-shirt again. Your gut was now so large that it looked like you had a yoga ball in front of you, and your shirt was so small that it resembled a crop top that was specifically designed for your belly to hang out.

The specifics of the spell rang through your head again, and you knew that if you to put on a larger shirt, your belly would continue to grow until you couldn't fit in that article of clothing anymore.

You eagerly began to tear through your closet, searching for the largest shirt that you could find so that you could have the biggest belly ever!

How about one where a frat boy turns into a lazy, slobby stereotypically dad. Maybe muscular but with a beer belly and barking out orders to his old frat bros. But instead of bringing him a beer, it's to suck his massive cock while he watches sports or Nascar.

When Coach told all the frat boys at the start of the year that he was giving up his position, most of them had scrambled for the opportunity to be the proverbial "Top Dog". The older man had commanded the respect of the numerous frat bros, each one looking up to the older man as one of their own-- and he must have been back in his prime. However, after years of no longer playing sports and drinking, the older man had gained a big belly and a layer of fat that covered his impressive musculature. Instead of looking like a strict athlete, Coach looked like a burly musclebear.

And when he'd announced that Trevor, the newest recruit on the baseball team, was going to be taking his place, the young jock had been ecstatic.

Trevor was brand new to the university and the fraternity, and although he was the smallest, he still had rather sizable muscles. The stud opted to go for a toned aesthetic, his trimmed bulk looking like it was ripped out of an Abercrombie & Fitch ad.

Some of the other jocks muttered under their breath, jealous that they weren't getting picked. Whereas others were fighting back laughs because Trevor was still brand new, and therefore didn't realize all that the position entailed.

Trevor proudly stood before the rest of the fraternity, puffing out his chest with pride. Coach took off his baseball cap to place it upon Trevor's head.

The exact second Coach's hat was placed onto Trevor-- BWOMPH!

Trevor gasped as soon as he felt a massive heaviness on his chest. Fearing some sort of medical emergency, the young jock was horrified when he looked down and saw that instead of his chiseled pecs and abs, he stared down at large muscletits and a big gut.

The rest of the jocks cheered as they watched the new Coach explore his inflated body with shaky hands. Where a fit, young jock had stood just moments before was now a beefy bear of a stud. He still had muscles, but now they were concealed by a thick layer of fat. His pecs that were capped with nubby nipples still protruded off of his chest, but they also drooped slightly and rested atop his cresting musclegut that hid away his lengthened, hardening cock. As Trevor explored his new body, he saw that he was covered in manly hair, and he looked over a beefy shoulder to stare in the mirror on the wall, paling when he saw an older man staring back at him. He had a goatee and slight wrinkles near his eyes, complimenting his new daddy look.

He looked just like Coach: a big, burly musclebear.

"Wh-what happened to me?" the former jock panicked, bristling at his much deeper voice.

He turned back to ask Coach what had happened to him, only to jerk back in shock as a trim, young jock with a chiseled six pack stood in his place instead.

The toned jock playfully pinched Trevor's new belly, making the new daddy blush. "I'll miss that," he teased. "But now it's your turn to be Coach. We alternate from year to year, so enjoy it while it lasts."

The rest of the frat bros cheered as Trevor struggled to take the cursed hat off, but it was seemingly superglued to his head, leaving him trapped as a muscle daddy coach for the rest of the year.

-- -- --

Over the next couple of weeks, Trevor managed to adapt to his new role as Coach. At first, it was a struggle trying to squeeze his new furry bulk into clothes since he'd gained at least sixty pounds of muscle and fat. And he was finding that his new daddy body was CONSTANTLY horny.

Never before had Trevor ever had a gay thought in his life, but he was finding it incredibly hard to not drool over all of his jock frat brothers. Their toned muscles and youthful bodies made his enlarged cock surge, throbbing with want. His hairy bulk was also sensitive, and he could get himself off just by worshipping his hairy muscles; and his enlarged nubby nipples were hardwired straight to his cock.

However, Trevor was surprisingly happy to find out that his new body also offered him something else.

"Hey, Jockbro, get me another beer!" Trevor bellowed in his deep voice from his spot on the sofa. He was wearing a simple jockstrap that was stretched to bursting as it struggled to contain his massive cock. He opted to go shirtless, shuddering a little as the air from the A/C blew over his hard nipples.

One of his frat brothers immediately scampered towards the fridge, not even bothering to hide the fact that getting ordered around by the musclebear made his rock hard. He grabbed a beer off the bottom shelf and hurried back to the living room, his hard cock tenting out his gym shorts.

No matter what order he gave, the new Coach was delighted to discover that the jocks in the frat had to obey. Even better, was that it turned them on to be bossed around by such a manly daddy such as himself.

"Here ya go, Daddy," the jock gushed as he handed the new Coach his beer, his cock throbbing and leaking precum into his shorts.

Trevor took it and chugged it, letting out a loud belch. He then gestured down at his large bulge, his own cock starting to slip out of the small confines of his jockstrap. "Go ahead and take care of that," he ordered.

The frat bro dropped to his knees and immediately fished Trevor's daddy cock out of his jockstrap, eagerly slurping it up. He moaned loudly as he sucked the new Coach off.

Coach Trevor moaned loudly, his deep voice echoing off the walls of the frat house. He loved his new position as Coach, and he knew deep down that this was going to be the best year at college ever.

Lee Provost's New Career

Part 1 │ Part 2 │ Part 3 │ Part 4

After some time of living his new life as a bodybuilder guard dog, Wolfey had been invited to partake in a Pokémon competition that was taking place in the UK. Due to his protective instincts, the bodybuilding streamer brought Blue along with him to watch the tournament go down.

During his first match, Wolfey was aware of the numerous stares that his hulking figure received, with many people in awe over his one-hundred pound weight gain of solid muscle, causing the previously nerdy-looking stud to come off more of a competition-ready superheavyweight bodybuilder. It didn’t help that most clothing didn’t fit over this massive frame, so Wolfey was left to wear a string tank top that left most of his gargantuan pecs spilling out the front— and he had trouble grabbing his Switch with his enormous muscletits and biceps constantly pushing up against one another.

“And Wolfe Glick has won his first round!” one of the casters announced, his deep voice catching the attention of Blue.

As the crowd erupted into cheers, Blue looked up at the caster who was speaking, his eyes widening at the sight of the handsome man.

On stage, getting ready to interview Wolfey for his victory, stood a tall man with dirty blond hair. His ice blue eyes with alight with joy as he spoke passionately about Pokémon and began to ask the hulking bodybuilder about his team composition and battle style. One could easily tell that he liked to work out as was evident by the tightness of his button down shirt; however, it was also obvious that the hunk had been either bulking up recently or hadn’t had time to go to the gym in a bit because of the way his belly was pressing against his tight white shirt. The buttons were straining to conceal his gut that was an indication of the beginnings of a sexy dad bod.

Looking at the handsome, daddy-ish looking caster, the cogs in Blue’s mind began to spin around deviously.

Up on the large display screen behind the stage, Blue was able to see that the handsome stud’s name was Lee Provost, and that he went by Osirus online.

Taking his time to formulate a thought, Blue waited until the interview between Lee and Wolfey was over before he acted. The second the display screen blackened and the workers began to set up for the next match, he took advantage of the opportunity and moved backstage under the guise of congratulating his boyfriend.

Wolfey’s big eyes lit up as soon as he saw Blue, and he even rushed forward to pull the much smaller man into a large embrace, shoving his face into the cleavage of his massive pecs. “I won! Did you see?” Wolfey gushed happily.

“You did so you great,” Blue warmly smiled, running an admiring hand over Wolfey’s bicep, loving when he saw the tent in the front of his shorts twitch and begin to grow. “May I see your team again, please?”

“Sure, Babe,” Wolfey grinned, handing his Switch to his hypnotherapist boyfriend.

Acting swiftly, Blue quickly went into the Photo Album section where he’d downloaded a special image just for this sort of occasion. After loading it up and readying it behind the sleep screen, Blue handed the Switch back to Wolfey. “Don’t forget to hand this over to the casters so that they can verify your team, too,” he instructed him.

Being the good boy he now was, Wolfey eagerly nodded and waddled over towards Lee, his large thighs rolling over one another as the muscle man lumbered.

Lee smiled when he saw his fellow PokéTuber approaching. “Hey Wolfey,” he grinned. “Y’know I never got the opportunity to compliment you on your gains. Seriously, you’re huge!” The two of them had worked together in the past due to being in the same community, but other than that, they tended to do their own thing due to living on different continents. Hence, Lee had been one of the many people shocked when they saw Wolfey in his new bodybuilder form.

Wolfey smiled ear-to-ear and lifted both of his humongous arms to form a double biceps pose. As he flexed, his strong musk wafted out from his hairy pits and filtered through the backstage air. “Thanks, Little Man!” he guffawed before flinching. “Oh yeah, got distracted there. Here’s my Switch for you to inspect before the next match.”

“Um… y-yeah,” Lee stammered, still in awe over the other man’s sheer size. He took the offered Switch and turned it on, his eyes instantly honing in on the intense swirl of colors on the tiny screen.

From across the floor backstage, Blue smirked to himself as he witnessed Lee’s stunned face lit up by the Switch’s screen. His eyes widened and glazed over as his lower jaw went slack, hanging agape. The mixture of colors was supposed to put the other man into a hypnotic state, instructing him to head to Blue’s hotel room once the day’s events were finished. From there, Blue would be able to give him more orders.

Sure enough, after Day One’s games came to an end and Wolfey was still one of the top contenders, Blue and Wolfey were back in their hotel room. Blue lounged out on the bed and watched TV while Wolfey flexed in the mirror, a dull grin on his handsome face as he bounced his pecs.

On cue, there was a knock at the door.

His guard dog instincts still strong, Wolfey tensed up and bounded over to the door. He puffed out his chest intimidatingly when he opened it, only relaxing once he saw that it was Lee on the other side.

“Oh, Lee! Hey, Man. C’mon in!” the muscleman cheered as he stood to the side for his friend to enter.

True to the hypnotic instructions, Lee entered into the small hotel room like a zombie. He had a dazed look on his face, void of any emotion which indicated that he was deep under. His walk had a sleepy lumbering quality to it, and when he was inside the room, he stopped right in front of the bed.

“I’m here,” Lee monotonously said, sounding robotic. “I’m ready for my instructions…”

Blue’s smile grew as he got off the bed and circled around the hypnotized man, admiring his budding dad bod form. He could easily see Lee’s impressive muscles, yet he couldn’t help but pay extra attention to his little gut. He even playfully gave it a poke, loving how it jiggled in response.

“That’s a nice dad belly you’re growing there, Lee,” Blue teased.

Even while in his hypnotic state, Lee blushed at the comment about his gut. He prided himself on his fitness and due to his role as a caster at the tournament, he hadn’t gotten as much time as he’d preferred to be in the gym. No matter how hard he’d tried to suck it in during his interviews, Lee was humiliatingly aware of how his gut pressed against his shirt the whole time.

Blue picked up on his and unbuttoned Lee’s shirt, revealing the stud’s hairy chest. It was still toned and his pecs popped noticeably. However, his abs were shrouded under a thick layer of fat. His gut wasn’t too big, but it was still enough to make the caster annoyed. Despite this, the hypnotherapist thought that this look was rather hot, and that Lee should lean into it.

“Don’t be shy, Lee,” Blue cooed as he rubbed the stud’s hairy belly lovingly. “In fact, I think you’ll start to lean into your new look as a daddy, embracing your dad bod. And you’ll love to show it off.”

“I love to show off my dad bod,” Lee repeated.

“And it makes you feel extremely horny being a big daddy,” Blue continued. “And once you’ve fully embraced your new daddy persona and have grown your dad bod a bit more, then you’ll come to America to stay with us: Your new family…”

**********

Blue and Wolfey had returned home after Wolfey had won the competition, maintaining his Pokémon Champion status. A few weeks had passed and everything was normal in the house that the four boyfriends shared.

One evening, Blue was sprawled on his back with his legs up in the air as Kevin plowed away at him, and Wolfey straddled his head so that the hypnotherapist could suck off the champion. The whole time, Blue’s hands felt up Nick’s hairy pectorals, turning the altered cowboy into a moaning mess as he played with his ultra-sensitive nipples.

It was in this state that the four men heard the doorbell ring. Blue huffed loudly as he untangled himself from the group of guys, miffed that his fun times were being interrupted. However, there was a spark of excitement that he felt in his chest over the prospect of who could be at the door.

Sure enough, as soon as Blue opened up the front door, the newly altered Lee stood on the other side.

“Hey,” Blue smiled deviously at the man, “it’s nice to see you.”

“Um, yeah,” Lee blushed, a look of confusion on his face, as if he couldn’t remember why he’d flown all the way to the States to come to Blue’s place, but his instructions quickly held strong and the stud lumbered inside regardless.

Blue’s hypnotic instructions had held up fantastically, he noticed, as he looked Lee up and down. The stud had grown out his dark goatee which framed his full lips tantalizingly, giving the hunk a much more mature appearance. He wore a tight polo shirt that looked like it was painted on. His plump pecs and nubby nipples poked noticeably against the fabric; and when Blue stared more at Lee’s nips, he could clearly see the large lumps which indicated that he’d gotten them pierced. Best of all was that Lee had followed through on embracing his dad bod. The hunk still had visible muscles, but he appeared more like a linebacker than an aesthetic-focused bodybuilder. His budding belly that had been slightly poking against his shirt at the competition was now a full on beer belly. It protruded far out in front of the hunk, looking like he had a weight ball attached to the front of his torso. The bottom of his tight-fitting polo was even starting to ride over the large belly, showing off his fuzzy navel every time the cotton sprung up over the gut. Lee would instinctually tug the shirt back down over his belly, but it was a futile battle as each and every time he pulled it down, it bounced back up in a matter of milliseconds.

Blue smirked as he witnessed Lee struggling to keep his dad bod covered. “Just ditch the shirt, Daddy,” he laughed.

At hearing the name “Daddy”, Lee felt something deep down inside of him snap. Immediately, he felt his thick cock plump up, forming a large tent in the front of his shorts and he practically tore the offending polo away from his bulk. His large, hairy gut finally on display, Blue could could get a full idea of how much weight Lee had truly packed on. He estimated that the PokéTuber must’ve gained at least thirty to forty pounds, with a majority of it centered on his big belly which jiggled with every movement the stud made. His pecs were puffier, and they rested atop his bulging belly. Plus, Blue’s suspicions had been correct when he caught sight of the silver rings adorning Lee’s nubby nipples, which made the stud’s nips all the more bigger.

Lee caught sight of Blue’s hungry stares and he held his muscular arms out to show off his dad bod. “You like that, Boy?” he playfully asked, his normally cheery voice sounding much more dominant and deeper than it should’ve. “You like checkin’ out Daddy’s body?”

Blue crossed his arms in front of himself as he admired his work. “Very much, Daddy,” he teased. “Why don’t you show me more?”

Lee gave a throaty chuckle. “Only if you think you can handle it,” he grunted as he dropped his shorts and tightie-whities to the hardwood floor. His hard cock bobbed out in front of him and his large booty bounced as he undressed. Standing completely naked in the house, Lee wore a cocky grin, his impressive cock throbbing with want as it was hidden under his big belly from his eyes.

Wanting to have a little fun, Blue added, “Yeah I can handle that… Lee.”

Upon hearing his name, Lee jerked back in surprise. The stud paled as all of the memories of the past few weeks filtered in through his mind. The stud vividly recalled getting his nipples pierced, sucking off countless men and fucking them in turn, letting his gut grow to a big size, and acting like a horny slut whenever someone called him “Daddy”. 

“Wha-what… what did you do to me?!” Lee panicked as he looked down at himself and explored his hairy dad bod with shaky hands. He had to stifle a low moan when his fingers grazed his nubby nipples, which were hardwired directly to his cock.

Blue walked forward and ran an admiring hand over the crest of Lee’s daddy belly, loving how it sent a shudder through the other man. “Relax,” he said in his smooth voice, “I just helped you embrace your new dad bod. I mean, don’t you think you look better this way?”

“‘Better’?” Lee balked. “Look at the size of this thing!” He gestured down at his gut. “It’s way too big!”

Blue mock-frowned. “Don’t you think that you should have a big belly… Daddy?”

At that word “Daddy” again, Lee could feel his new persona fighting to take over. He grit his teeth and tried to battle against it, refusing to lose control over his body again. “N-no,” he grunted. “You better change me back now!”

“You don’t really wanna be changed back, Daddy. You’re very turned on by your new body and you’ll soon find that you’ll love being the daddy of our house.”

At those words, Lee could feel a shiver run down his spine. Despite his inner turmoil, he could feel his hard cock throbbing with want, his new Daddy identity growing stronger by the second. He moaned as the smaller man still rubbed his hairy belly, melting at the other guy’s touch. Every centimeter of his new body was on fire with lust, and the hairs that covered it only amplified every horny sensation. Lee blushed as something as simple as a belly rub sent him close to the edge.

To up the ante, Blue began to play with the altered stud’s pierced nipples, making his moans turn into near shrieks of joy as he toyed with them. “Does Daddy like that?” he teased.

“Y-yeah— I mean, no! No, I…” Lee trailed off, his cock leaking precum like a faucet as he was felt up. 

Deep down, the formerly straight stud didn’t want to be some big, gay daddy who was virtually too horny to function. He could also envision himself strolling down the street perpetually without a shirt, his massive dad bod always on full display. He wanted to feel a sense of humiliation at the idea of wearing nothing but a skimpy jockstrap while in the house he’d now call a home.

And what was more concerning to the altered caster was that the more he thought about it, the more turned on he was.

Lee unleashed a loud groan as he came, his load shooting out and landing on his belly and hairy pecs. As he climaxed, the old Lee was quickly pushed down and Daddy took his place.

Daddy’s goatee-framed smirked formed on his handsome face as he panted, his fuzzy pecs heaving. “That was a nice warm-up,” he grunted, eying Blue. “Now it’s time for you to take care of Daddy’s needs like a good boy.”

**********

Daddy, formerly Lee, fit in seamlessly to the house. Given his new name, he quickly assumed the role of Daddy of the House.

Daddy would often walk around in nothing but the smallest possible jockstrap that he could find, allowing his large cheeks to hang out the back while his nearly constantly hard cock filled the pouch to bursting. His hairy dad bod was always on display for the other guys to lust over, each of them loving to offer him a belly rub or to play with his pierced nipples, turning the usually stern Daddy into a hot, moaning mess.

True to his new persona, Daddy would often times spend his free time in his favorite chair in the living room as he watched football, scratching at his gut or his balls as he watched the game. Whenever he’d feel frisky, he’d call over one of the guys (usually Blue) to come over and sit on his lap. Daddy would squirm and try to stifle a moan as another guy sat on his lap, loving the feeling of another guy’s hands running over his dad bod. It was quickly becoming evident that of all the men in the household, Daddy was by far the horniest and he had the biggest libido. It took the rest of the men taking turns to keep him satirized, each of them loving to bend over and get fucked by him or to suck on his nubby nipples.

All in all, despite his initial hesitation, Daddy loved his new life in the house. From time to time, as he’d be looking into the mirror and admiring his large naked dad bod, a tiny voice in the back of his head would sound off alarm bells. It’d tell him that he shouldn’t have a gut this big. That his nipples shouldn’t be pierced. That he shouldn’t be stomping around wearing nothing but a slutty jockstrap. That he shouldn’t be so turned on by being called “Daddy”. But that voice was usually silenced in a matter of seconds as a cloud of horniness would shroud the stud’s mind, and all he could focus on was getting off.

“Does Daddy want a belly rub?” Blue cooed as he settled in on the larger man’s lap as he sat in his chair watching the game. Without waiting for an answer, the hypnotherapist ran his hands up and down the stud’s hairy frame, loving how Daddy shuddered at the touch, a large wet mark forming on the front pouch of his jockstrap.

The large and in charge, Damien Haas

Some more shots of the wonderful Damien Haas

Watch as Damien fills out his suit! I must say, I didn’t like the suit at first, but now it’s growing on me 😉