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Step Daddy
"You really need to get over your stepdad man." My friend tells me, concerned.
"Look, I'll try this one last thing and if it doesn't work then I'll give it up." I respond. "Did you bring the sunglasses?"
"Yes, but just remember he's like 25 years older than you. He's probably not going to be into you, even after this." He says as he hands me a pair of old pilot shades.
I told him I could let it go, but I can't. I'm just putting all my eggs into this basket, the sunglasses. Apparently they're supposed to transform someone who wears them mentally and physically to match my type. He already is my type, but I guess I wouldn't mind him bulking up a bit and growing some hair. It would be sexy if he got more charming, but he's already charming as it is. I guess there's only one way to find out.
I wait on the living room couch watching tv. He always gets home from work at the same time, so I know he'll be here any minute. I sit and stare at my reflection in the glasses. Am I really ready to change this man's life so drastically. My friend said no one else would take notice of the change, so it'll be like nothing happened. As I'm thinking over it, I hear the roar of his engine from the driveway. I try to calm down, but I can feel my body vibrate from the nerves. The door flies open.
"Hey buddy, hows it goin?" He asks me with his hot southern accent.
"Not bad. By the way, I found these sunglasses lying around, and assumed they were yours." I try to play it cool as I lie to his face.
"Oh, thanks. But these aren't mine." He responds.
"Well you might as well keep em, they don't fit me anyway." I try to convince him to take them without seeming too pushy.
"Well alright, thanks kid." He swipes the glasses and throws them on.
That was easier than I thought. As soon as he put them on, he stopped moving. His jaw slacked as if there was not a thought running through his mind. It started slow, his button up started to look a little bit tighter. His once flat chest started to push against his shirt and the shape of a belly started to show. Then it started to speed up. His chest started to pulse, growing in size with each one. They grew until the button on his collar popped off, then another button popped, then another and another. His juicy pecs flopped down after being released from his shirt. His stomach was next. His midsection widened and his stomach grew into a respectable beer belly, straining against his shirt. It wasn't long before more buttons began to pop, until his shirt was completely open. His arms also looked like they doubled in size, filling out his sleeves with thick muscles.
Next his legs start to look like they're gonna burst out of his dress pants. I can hear the rips ripple through his pants as his thighs grow inside of them. His ass fills out all the space in his pants and proceeds to rip open his fly and snap his belt in half. I can tell his underwear is barely staying in one piece as a large bulge formed in between his legs.
Finally his face begins to change. His once skinny face fills out with fat, giving him a rounder look. I can see that hair is falling out of his hat until he is left completely bald under there. Though in return his clean shaven face grows a bushy beard. But the hair doesn't stop there. It continues down his chest and to his belly, and presumably the rest of his body. He finally regains control of his body. He sighs as he stretched out his arms and cracks his knuckles before looking right at me.
"Come here, son." He says in a deep buttery voice.
A shock travels through my spine as I think he might know what I've done to him.
"What'd I say boy!" He raises his voice.
I jump a bit before I walk closer to him. I realize how imposing he is up close. He must have gotten taller because he seems well over six feet tall now, and at least 250 pounds.
"Daddy had a stressful day, why don't you help him release some tension." He says as he pushes me to my knees.
I blush, this is everything I wanted from this, it just happened so much faster than I thought.
"Don't be shy, boy. This will be our little secret." He says as he pulls his underwear down.
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Hairy!!!
Before anything a shoutout to "@randy1790" for this wonderful idea.
A clear day reflected off the clean windowpanes of Alexanders' mansion. He had a strange encounter with an old withering hairy man. You see Alexander was a spoiled white rich kid. He was a snob to people around him. Little did he know his antics would lead to something much worse. His crude and dehumanizing treatment of others would bite him in the ass.
The old man was sitting at the bus stop across from Alexander's house. He looked like a man with low status and his clothes mirrored that thought. Alexander found the sight of the old man to be repulsing. He hated the idea of a useless old slob being inside of his neighborhood. He noticed that throughout his outfit something stuck out like a sore thumb—a necklace in the man's pocket. Alexander assumed the old man had stolen it. Thus he thought that stealing it from him would be "cleansing the community". Next thing you know Alexander is crossing the street to perform his wicked deed. Alexander slipped to sit next to the man and as he sat there he noticed how hairy the man was. He looked like a goddam gorilla. This made Alexander even more invested in wanting to get that necklace . He swiftly without the old man noticing swiped the man's necklace out of the man's pocket and laughed at his face.
"Look what I got from you. You dirty, lazy, old slob."
"Gi-give it back. It's mine you, clueless buffoon."
"I find it quite comedic that someone as poor as you would have this designer neckless. Are you sure it's yours?"
"Yes, now give it back."
"I don't think so. It's mine now. No one at your level should deserve something as pretty as me."
"I will warn you, boy. This necklace is something you should not play with. You will receive dire consequences. I'm warning you now to get rid of it as soon as possible if not you will fall to the curse of the previous owners."
Alexander scoffed. "This man is bluffing," Alexander thought to himself. As soon as the man finished his warning the bus came, and the old man entered the bus. Deep down Alexander felt like the old man's warning had meaning. Unfortunately, Alexander's alter ego got the best of him, and he put the necklace on himself. Once he put it on, he felt a shiver down his spine but believed it was nothing. Little did he know the change had just begun.
It began with his weight. His once fully abbed torso began to inflate with mounds of fat. Layer after layer hid his once Greek god-like physic. For the first time, he felt the feeling of love handles. Alexander's stomach begins to be full of stretch marks. Each one to signify each pound he gained. His stomach quickly went from a beer belly to a gainer belly. It was a huge mound of fat unlike before. Next were his beautifully trained legs. One of Alexander's greatest accomplishments. They began to turn into tree tucks to hold the massive pressure they were under. Likewise, both his ass and arms were plumped up with pounds of fat. It looked like he had always been the "fat" kid when growing up. Alexander was horrified by the transformation. He didn't know that the transformation had just begun. Next was the gain of body hair. Something Alexander despised. Because of the dense forest that encoded every inch of his body, he realized a strong musk that was permanently entangled with the locks that made his body.
The olfactory that was produced by his manly body slowly began to change Alexander. Alexander was dead Alex took his place. He didn't live in a mansion he lived in the slums of the city. He no longer feared being a hairy lazy slob. If anything, he strived to be an even hairier lazier slob. Thanks to the necklace he could do it.
(Later that day)
As Alex sat on his worn-out couch he stared at his TV. Letting his brain rot to the hypnotic and dumbfounded content. He heard a knock on the door. And low and behold the old man from the bus stop stared right back at him.
"I told you the consequences were great. Now you look like a fat and useless slob just like me."
"Thanks for opening my eyes, man. I look so fucking hot. Don't you thin —BRRAAAAAAAAPPPP!!”
"Damn, you do look like a slob. I came to tell you good news. This stone gives you the power to seek your deepest desire. It seems it like to pervert your dream and sometimes it tends to over exaggerate."
"Wait so I can have whatever I want."
"Well, not exactly it..."
"I WISH TO HAVE THE POWER TO WARP REALITY. Now then since I have my wish. My first act is to punish you. Since you left me all alone. From now on you will never leave me side."
"What do you mean? Stop! Let go. STOPPPPPPPPPPP!!!"
That was the last time people ever saw the old man. Well, at least in his human form. The old man became part of the dense forest of hair that made up Alex's chest. Alex's hair density exponentially increased. As hair started to multiply. He looked like a real-life bear. The old man at first was disgusted by the idea of being stuck in the musky scent that came from Alex's pores. But after a while, he started to enjoy the feeling of musk. It turned him on. He loved the feeling of being wet. He came to enjoy the life Alex offered him. Deep down the old man knew the reason he was stuck there was because of the necklace above him, but he came to terms with his new life. From now on he was part of Alex. Whether he liked it or not.
#permanent tf#wish gone wrong#fat gain tf#bearification#bhm weight gain#male weight gain stories#male transformation#fat tf#male tf
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Starting to get soft again, maybe if I suck it in nobody will notice
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Just last week Preston here had been a lean running back. But the assistant coach had taken a liking to him, or at least to some of him. He asked Preston to stay back after practice one day and try a new sports drink he had bought. What Preston didn't know was that the sports drink had been chock-full of transfomative agents as well as bear sweat. He drank the whole bottle down, and started to change. His stomach balloon doubts, filling up with fat muscle. His hair thinned and shortened, going from a long moppish cut to a short no-nonsense one. He shredded his shirt almost immediately, and began rubbing his new belly. He started to grow older, quickly progressing to his twenties and then thirties. Wrinkles appeared around his eyes, and a new beard filled in his face. The assistant coach also smiled as he watched Preston's rather average endowment grow into a thick bear dick along with a heavy pair of furry bear balls. Preston licked the last few drops of his lips and looked at the assistant coach and smiled. It wasn't long before Preston was bent over a workbench, his slutty ass filled with cock. Nobody could explain where Preston had disappeared to, or why there was a new assistant coach starting the following day, but the two men already had begun saving up for another bottle of specially modified sports drink. The season was almost over, and they had a feeling the quarterback could use to let himself go a bit.
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Pudgy Red Dragon Themberchaud Transformation
"What a pudgy dragon!"
Alex always wanted to become a mighty red dragon, however. I don't think this is what he had in mind. Well there goes 3 months of exercise and the doughnut is soiled too...
Tbh idk if he is more upset about becoming cubby dragon Themberchaud or that his doughnut is ruined
Just saw Honor Among Thieves. It was very fun and had some hilarious moments, even if it borrows too much from the MCU playbook. I was also disappointed with the lack of a major dragonborn character and that they made the tielfing too human looking. I loved that the sorcerer was bumbling instead of being the almighty deus ex like in many fantasy films. The villains could've have had more time in the oven. The story was weak but the main character where strong.
All in all Chubby Derg is in it, will watch again 7/10
#dragontf#dnd#dungeonsanddragons#dragon tf#transfur#honor among theives#themberchaud#pudgydragon#reddragon#red dragon#humor#cubby#cubby dragon#fat#cunky#red#dragontransformation#dragon transformation#fat tf#tftueday
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the perfect breeding sow outfit 🐮🤍
#fae 🧌#feedee girl#belly gainer#help me get fatter#feeding kink#stuffed feedee#feedee belly#gaining fat#full belly#hucow tf#hucow transformation#fat hucow#hucow fantasy#huc0w#nsft hucow
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On his way to meet-up with his Grindr date. One thing Jeff likes about his life nowadays is the fact that he can swipe right to the most vile or even unattractive person, and with the premium paid version of the Chronivac seamlessly weaved into his Grindr, he can adjust that person to his liking. This seemed like a beta version that is not yet released to the public, or so he thought as he didn't even know to whom this phone actually belongs to. He just found it randomly in the club one night, tinkered a bit with it and then find the Grindr app looking a bit different from his usual one. That self-exploration lead him to find out about the built-in Chronivac, which he abused to sculpt himself into God's perfect image of a human being. He packed himself with muscle in all the right places, get rid of all the shortcomings like his poor eyesight, scoliosis, his partial color-blindness and all the small yet annoying sparse body acne to leave himself a nice, taut and smooth body. He increased his height substantially to 6'4" from his previous 5'6" form and rather than staying as a mixed Lebanese-Mexican man, he went on full Caucasian as he renamed himself as Dominic Groth, a German-Australian self-obsessed bodybuilding content creator. With such discovery, now he's excited to share this blessing to more people, of course with him as the one bestowing the transformation and the receiving end mostly unaware of the changes, at least for now
As he knocks on the door of his date, instead of a boring 5'7" fat fuck of a middle-aged accountant that clearly couldn't pull anyone, a towering 6'7" confident muscle beast answered the door
"Glad you ain't no catfish,"
"Same goes for you, Daddy,"
The massive guy smirked, his cock stirring in his pants after being called like that by a hulking 6'4" jock. Memories of his past life seemingly vanished into thin air as he grabbed Jeff into his house with such ease and confidence, as if this is just another day in the life of this bonafide muscle stud.
#male shapeshift#male transformation#chronivac#chronivac tf#male muscle growth#reality change#nerd to jock#nerd to hunk#fat to fit#oblivious
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#This is the cybertronian equivalent of realizing fat bitches are hot#drift has grown we love to see it#my art#artists on tumblr#tf zenith au#transformers zenith#maccadam#transformers#mtmte#dratchet#drift transformers#transformers ratchet
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Quiet on the set. 🎥 Commission for @/ForbiddenScrap1 on Twitter.
#weight gain sequence#sequence#tf#weight gain tf#fat belly#weight gain#commission#gay gainer#patreon#belly#furry commissions#furry#gay furry#fat furry#super chub#tiger#wrestling
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A little sneak speak into a poly 141 x reader pro wrestling AU I’m working on for WIP Wednesday.
“Hello.” You blink up at the imposing figure above you.
Dark eyes stare down at you from behind his signature mask. A black balaclava with a sewn in skull covering his eyes. An iconic image in modern day wrestling.
The Ghost. Simon Riley. Current Heavyweight Champion. Thirty-one. Six-four and two hundred and fifty-five pounds. Lean.
You try very, very hard to ignore the fact that this massive man standing in front of you is wearing nothing but his wrestling trunks and knee-high boots. It feels so much skimpier in person.
“Och, yer the new announcer, aye?” Another man appears beside him. John MacTavish aka Soap. Another member of the 141 faction.
He’s pretty. The kind of pretty you’d recognize from a mile away. He was always one of your favorites to watch in the indies, when you could, and he continued to be a favorite all the way into the pros. He’s fast, high energy but a heavy hitter at the same time.
Current tag team champions with Gaz. Twenty-seven. Five foot ten, two hundred and twenty pounds and one of the prettiest men on the planet, as per the numerous fan pages dedicated to him and his kilt.
You nod, trying to calm down the rushing in your ears by giving your name and holding out your hand. Hopefully he doesn’t notice the shaking.
“Lovely tae meet ye.” He shakes your hand excitedly, a genuine grin splitting his face. “Donnae mind the big guy - he’s as quiet out of ring as in.”
You snort. So it’s not just the persona.
#simon ghost riley#call of duty#cod x reader#john soap mactavish#john soap mctavish x reader#poly 141#poly 141 x reader#pro wrestling au#wrestling au#simon riley#soap x reader#fanfic#ghost x reader#fanfiction#wip wednesday#wip#141 x reader#tf 141 x reader#WrestleMania made me do it#plus size reader#fat reader#holly writes
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Tag You're Fat
"Bro, why the fuck are we playing tag, we are grown ass adults." John asked.
"Just go with it man, it'll be fun." Brad pleaded. "It's not just any game of tag, It's called tag you're FAT! The way it works is that one person gets selected randomly to be it. He will eat this." Brad holds up a large pill. "It will turn them into a fatass for a short time, the fatass will then be contagious. Any person he touches will also become a fatass. Everyone hides and the last person to get fattened wins."
"Dude this game seems weird." Graham spoke out.
"C'mon just try it, it'll be fun." Brad pleaded once again.
The group seemed to collectively sigh and agree to play. Brad then pulled up a random number generator on his phone. "Everyone pick a number, I'll be one."
Each man then says a number between one and seven. Brad generated a number. "It's 4, who's 4!"
A couple guys pointed at Graham. "Man this is bullshit, I didn't even want to play this stupid ass game." Graham complained.
"That's too damn bad, take the pill." Brad responded.
Graham grabbed the pill and stared at it for a bit. "This is temporary right?" He asked.
"Ya of course, just take it." Brad said as he pulled up a photo of Graham on his phone, just for comparison for after.
Everyone started to get impatient so Graham finally swallowed the pill. Almost instantly, he began to twitch and grunt. As he twitched, his body began to jiggle more and more. His once flat stomach grew rounder and rounder by the second, riding up his shirt in the process. It kept growing until he had a solid beer gut that sagged over his waist line and love handles that thickened his once slim waist. His defined pecs became soft and plump as they sagged onto his gut and his arms became plump with a thick layer of fat. His pants tightened under the pressure of his growing ass and thick thighs. Finally his face widened as fat filled his cheeks.
Graham stood in silence as he took off his tiny shirt. His friends waited in silence for him to say something.
"Huh huh huh, that felt good!" He said in a dumb voice.
No one could tell if he was being serious, but they figured he was when he kept giggling and playing with the fat on his belly.
"Ok everyone, HIDE!" John yelled as he ran to a hiding spot. No one had time to react, so they just ran. Each of them found a hiding spot as Graham started to slowly hunt them down.
John trembled as he heard the large man stomp towards his hiding spot. He struggled to keep quiet as Graham approached. "Boo!" Graham yelled as he turned the corner. John jumped and proceeded to plead for Graham to not tag him.
"Wait wait! You don't need to tag me. You can just go find someone else." He practically pegged.
"isn't that the point of the game though?" Graham asked as he reached for John's arm. John yelled in fear, but immediately stopped when Graham made contact.
His muscles seemed to tense up, and he started to grunt. John started to grow much faster than Graham did. Within moments his belly had grown so big that he looked pregnant. It grew and grew, almost never ending until it was larger than a beach ball, ripping straight through his shirt. His hands grew to twice their size as he held his massive gut. A thick layer of fat covered the rest of his body, giving thick arms and legs, and large man tits. His ass also grew to the point that it ripped through his pants, leaving him completely naked, though it's not like you could seem much under that hulking gut. Similar to Graham, his face was the last to change. His face rounded out until it looked like a circle and he grew multiple chins under his thick beard.
John sat there for a moment, getting used to the way his body felt. The thick legs that rubbed together and the giant gut that changed his centre of gravity made it hard for him to move around.
"Get up big guy!" Graham pulled John to his feet.
"Shut it pipsqueak, you try movin around with a gut like this." John snapped back.
The two men soon went back to searching for the rest of their friends, shaking the ground as they walked. Dewayne and Miguel hid together nearby and peered around a corner to see Graham and John searching.
"Dude is that John?! He's fucking massive, and he's naked." Miguel whispered.
"Shut up, they're gonna hear us." Dewayne whispered back.
Almost as if on cue, John and Graham turn and start walking toward their hiding spots. They were cornered, so they just curled up and hoped they wouldn't be seen. It did not work. Graham turned the corner, chuckled, and grabbed both men.
Dewayne started to grunt as his body grew. His soft gut spilled out of his black tang top and over his shorts. He grew soft man tits that stretched his shirt to its limit. His body quickly started to say under its own weight as a thick layer of pudge covered his body.
Miguel befell a similar fate soon after. Although the effects didn't seem as bad on him since he was such an athletic person, but that could only help him so much. His six pack rapidly turned into a beer belly larger than his own dad's gut, riding up his tiny gym shirt. His solid pecs swelled into a pair of moobs with nipples that showed through his shirt. The defined arms and legs he worked so hard for softened into pudgy limbs.
The two men emerged from their hiding spots, happy as ever without a thought going through their minds.
It didn't take long for them to find Andrew after that. He was the tallest in the group, making it hard for him to hide. He tried to run but quickly ran into John, knocking him straight on his ass. Unfortunately for him, his arms hit John's belly in the impact. Andrew sat on the floor as his mind cleared and his body started to grow. Within seconds he had a giant hairy belly hanging out of his shirt, only rivaled by John's. His limbs bilmped out and his ass expanded, popping open his belt and threatening to rip his jeans. Finally a thick double chin formed under his beard. Andrew stood up, towering over the rest and crossed his arms. "Well who's gonna find the rest?" He asked in a dumb voice.
Brad trembled as he heard someone approaching his hiding spot. He had no idea who it was, but it sounded like someone massive. He got scared and decided to get up and run from his hiding spot. As he got up, he was met by Andrews thick underbelly.
His forehead impacted Andrews belly, knocking him back. He grunted in pleasure and pain as the transformation began. His body was hit the hardest since John. His once unnoticeable belly soon became impossible to miss, riding up his shirt to his chest and drooping over his waist. His skinny chest exploded with fat, growing larger tits than he had ever seen before, with large sensitive nipples. His previously thin arms became engulfed with fat and his legs thickened until it was basically impossible for him to separate them. His love handles spilled over his waist and his ass fattened until his crack was visible above his pants. He got up once his transformation was complete, struggling to stay up due to his immense weight. He pulled up his shirt and looked down at his hulking gut and man tits, he smiled before following the rest of the men to find the last of their friends.
"Omar, you're the last one you can come out now!" John yelled.
Omar appeared from behind a couch and stood in shock at the sight of his friends. Each one of them bursting out of their clothes and sagging with fat, John had even ripped out of his clothes. Omar started to laugh hysterically, pointing out how fat his friends were. Once he regained his composure he asked his friends, "so when does this wear off?"
"What do you mean wear off, why would we want it to wear off?" John responded.
"No no, you said it would wear off." Omar's expression quickly changed.
"What do you say boys, this guy is lookin a bit too skinny for our standards, how about we change that." John asked the rest of the boys.
Omar backed away, but quickly became cornered by the horde of large men. It didn't take long for one of them to grab his arm. He froze in place and started to grunt as his body began to change. He tried to resist, but there was no point. His gut burst out of his shirt, popping off the buttons in the process. His pecs grew into thick moobs, and he grew multiple chins under his light stubble. His ass fattened until it ripped through his jeans, and his thighs ripped what was left of them, leaving him naked from the waist down. His arms fattened up as he held his gut.
"Now for the best part about the game." John started as he approached Omar. "It has made up who we were meant to be, it made us hot." John gets really close to Omar, pressing both their bellies together. "Now we can do whatever we want with each other." John grabbed Omar's dick as he spoke, making him moan.
With all the tension built up over the game, it didn't take long for all of them to rip off their tiny clothes. Nothing in their heads other than sex and food.
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The Dark Bottle Challange
Before anything thanks to maletfgrowthblog and doughydude. Thanks to both of their contributions this story was made possible. Check out their pages. Now let us have fun.
On a gloomy Saturday Tristian was tirelessly awaited for his package to come. Tristian was an "influencer" who would do anything to get at least one more follower. He was desperately looking for a new way to get subscribers. Unfortunately, he hadn't even reached 5 subscribers. He heard of a new trend going around. Which infatuated him. He knew if he hopped on the train in hopes he would receive his wanted stardom. The trend consisted of people ordering a unique box for each person who ordered. It was called "The Dark Bottle Challenge". Inside the box, there was a dark bottle that contained a drink whose content was unique to the one who ordered it. If you were lucky you could gain muscle, hair, or maybe nothing. If anything it's more likely to be just a regular old drink. I mean what harm could one drink truly do, right?
Tristian got his package and waited to open it. He got excited thinking of all the followers that would come with one package. To not spoil the fun he set up his camera and lights and pressed "start live". He was enthusiastic he had seen many people doing this trend gaining thousands of followers for doing this very trend. He saw one person join the life. He began;
"Hey guys welcome to a new unboxing video. Today we are doing the 'The Dark Bottle Challenge'. Something "many" of you guys have been desperately awaiting for. Now let's start the challenge".
On camera, Tristian had a chill face, but that is so far from reality. Deep down he knew whatever was in this drink could potentially cause him irreversible changes. But I mean hey anything for a few views am I right? Even through all his fears he ripped the tape off the box as he held his breath. One drop of sweat fell on the reflective surface of the black glass bottle. He slowly inspected it.
"So guys this is the infamous bottle. We will now see what will be my side effects for taking it. Guys don't forget to subscribe and share the live. Now let's have fun."
Tristian slowly uncapped the bottle and gulped it all down. He felt a shiver down his spine. His taste buds felt like they went through a voyage of flavor. It tasted like a triple chocolate cake. He felt ecstasy. He looked at himself and felt as if maybe he got lucky. That is when someone new entered his live. It was someone he had never met before. He entered the chat and it read; "How'd you like your package?"
"How do I like my package? Well, I suppose it was not as bad as I hoped it was. Thought I did wish something had happened. Now I won't get views. Ugh... I ordered this because I needed to catch traction. I spent all that money for nothing." Tristian said with a snarky attitude.
"Well I believe it will begin to work soon." the mysterious stranger replied.
"Huh?" Tristain was confused as he saw no change YET. The changes began slowly with his once lean body gaining piles of lard. Triatian was scared, but deep down he knew this was what he desperately wanted. Anything that was clickbait to gain some traction was all he needed. Little did he know what he was gaining was something more permanent. His stomach started to balloon out with fat. To the point, he would never be able to see his feet. He just ballooned up like a pig. His smoothed figure erupted with nothing but a sea of fat. He now had love handles which made him embarrassed. Yet when he grabbed them he got the same shiver down his spine as before. With his gigantic gut stuck out his legs had to grow to support his massive weight gain. His things and ass exploded outwards and took up more room than necessary which made his old shorts pop away. Leaving him only with his jockstrap. His face rounded and he received a double chin something he never expected to get in life. He tried to flex his now bigger arms which gave him the appearance of having muscles but to the touch it was as soft as a marshmellow. Any abrupt movements made his whole body shake like waves. He got turned on by this but his dick had shrunken from a staggering 7 to a mild 4. He had to jerk off, but it was much harder with his fupa in the way. Tristian was a tig as a kid. This was something he had never felt before. When he looked back at the live he expected to see hundreds if not millions of followers.
To his dismay, his follower count went up by one. Now the only thing he saw in the chat was.
"Eat you fat fuck"!
"Our little piggy needs to eat up."
"A big boy needs to eat to stay big"
Tristian knew the consequences. There was no turning back. He was now permanently stuck in the body of someone who seemed to be fat their whole life. This was his life now and from the looks of it, he was getting quite comfortable in his pig body. He was now a feedee for all of eternity. Permanently only being able to use a 3XL. To be honest he might even outgrow that at this point. At least he got what he wanted, one more follower. Don't forget be carful for what you wish for.
#permanent tf#thin to chunky#male weight gain stories#male transformation#fat tf#male tf#fat gain tf#wish gone wrong#fat#belly gainer
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Mermen au with mer TF141 and researcher reader trying to learn about their. . .biology :Dd Or them trying to bring progressively bigger fish trying to woo and then Ghost ends up bringing you a fucking orca or some shit,
...I had to look up the reproductive cycle of several marine animals for this I hope you are happy.
Deductive Reasoning
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It was just fascinating. It would have been dreadfully difficult to not talk about this every chance you got and thus break your NDA if not for the fact that you never left this secure little island base. You were permitted to, but why would you want to? You were speaking with living, breathing mermen almost everyday.
4 of them, although they had alluded to their being more out there. These 4 were a... well that was the question wasn't it? Only one shark did not make a shiver, only one seal did not make a herd, only one walrus did not make a rookery and only one mandarinfish did not make a shoal. Was there a collective term for mermen? You were told you were now the leading researcher in the world for this new species, so perhaps that meant you got to decide.
Or maybe you'd just ask. They spoke to you sometimes, or at least made noises. They seemed to understand each other at least which was intriguing on its own.
It had been Soap you had met first. You had been basically abducted and hurried to this island facility where they had captured a real life merman. You were enamoured immediately by the furious thing in the tank. Half seal, harbour seal you thought. Top half looked all but human (skin must be different to allow for underwater living and ah, yes, you could see gills), hair in a mohawk (which suggested someone had cut it to look like that, who? Was it a ritual? Did they have community? Was it an emulation of human culture? Perhaps some mating strategy?), eyes somewhere between human and seal (his physicality was a similar story, he was built strong and thick, a healthy layer of fat over hard muscle).
You perhaps felt a little bashful looking back. You had been so wildly excited, asking a thousand questions and going into chaotic science mode that it took you a whole 16 hours of straight observations and notes to realise there was a creature of higher intelligence being held captive in a tank. You did, of course, apologise profusely. He clearly did not understand what you were saying, but the emotion was human enough. Bemusement.
Soap had come about because he was slippery. Well, actually he wasn't, but the story was that he was slippery. Because if the military knew you had actually been helping him escape you were probably going to get disappeared. It was lucky the facility at that time wasn't as high security, you had gotten away with it.
You had met Gaz right there on the coast when Soap went slicing through the water. You thought looking back that Price and Ghost had probably been there, just out of sight. They had come for him. Gaz was a magnificent thing. His tail was the same pattern as a madarinfish, bright orange with gorgeous blue markings. You had shown him a tin of irn-bru once with a grin and learned then that Soap could laugh. He had come right up to you and after some form of exchange with Soap had been playful, showing off his tail and holding his hand out to you. You had been existing on caffeine and noodles so hardly your fault you took it, getting dragged into the water.
Oh how thrilling an education you received in the courting practices of Dragonets! He had made quite a show of displaying his fins, including a gorgeous dorsal fin on his human looking spine. You knew you simply must see them again if only to study why Gaz's eyes were more human while Soap's leant towards seal like. He was certainly the most expressive of them. His name had only come about because you had tried every other one and he made his disdain for them very clear. By the time the merman had been rubbing what you would call his ventral fins against you, Soap had grabbed you and soundly deposited you back on shore. Just in time too for the soldiers to find you because the doctor later told you that you were in the early stages of hypothermia. Totally worth it actually.
You talked the powers that be into allowing your pet projects to free roam, after all they kept coming back to see you. Over the course of a year the facility was upgraded and a channel added from the sea to an indoor pool that would allow for better study. Soap and Gaz didn't run on a schedule exactly, but they seemed content to swim in every so often and let you poke and prod. Fascinating that they should both be half human but their other half was so entirely different. Soap was half mammal, retractable penis something he was very proud to show off anytime he was in the observation pool. Gaz was half dragonet, and while you tried to put a clutch of eggs in the pool to see if he could fertilise them he had only raised an eyebrow at you and tried once again to pull you in. Tough luck, you had learned your lesson about going into the water with them when you had met Ghost.
It had been the middle of the night when he swam into the pool. Silent, you hadn't heard him (that's where that name had come from in the end). So unsuspecting were you that you were too near the edge and his hand had snaked around your ankle, one sharp pull dragging you in after you fell to the ground (hardly avoiding a broken nose). It wasn't only his tail that was shark, he had a sharp set of teeth that he sank into the meat of your shoulder without much ceremony. His claspers had been strong as hell holding you there, the only thing likely saving you his frustration at your clothes. He must not have understood the concept very well because he released you and dove, pawing at your trousers to try and figure them out. It was an endless source of fascination for him anytime he visited after. He would lean his arms on the pool edge and just stare at your legs, tracing the outline of your body with his sharp eyes. It only seemed fair to let him look since you spent an inordinate amount of time staring at him. He was sleek and muscular, every inch an apex predator in his prime.
It was a contrast to who you would say was the leader of their group. The merman who had saved you from Ghost that first time you met him, who had ripped him away from you when his teeth had sunk into the meat of your thigh through your trousers. Price had hauled you out of the water with ease. He was part Walrus, huge and soft with a layer of blubber similar to Soap's that hid considerable strength. Of all of them his animal half was most pronounced, his canines elongated into tusks and his hair thick and whisker-like around them.
As a scientist you could not possibly play favourites. Price was absolutely your favourite. He would be still and patient with you when you were working with him. He would gently run his fingers over whatever parts of you were in reach. When you babbled excitedly he seemed to listen as best he could.
If you had taken more than a moment to really look into it, you might have realised you were not the only creature conducting research. If you had used some deductive reasoning, you probably could have anticipated that fateful day you were dragged into the sea, never to be seen by the human military again.
#mhairiwrites#cod au#tf 141 x reader#today on CWs I never thought I would have to use#was going to make one an octopus but we all know that would be Konig#and I liked flamboyant Gaz and fat Soap and Price and sharp toother Ghost too much
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In this house, we turn our friends into fat dragontaurs
for @feybeasts!
#fatfur#belly kink#immobility#transformation#tf#dragon tf#fat dragon#fat taur#drug mention#magical weight gain#pretty big ladies doing what they like to me#thats a tag now#malana#fursona
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Inside joke between my friends that Scorpion fears/despises Johnny after *that* intro about his "skills"
Or, just Kuai Liang being protective over Tomas <3
#mortal kombat#kuai liang#smoke#mk1#johnny cage#scorpion#i do love the brothers a lot#why tf did Johnny moan like that tho#i mean go off king#if he has anything it's taste and a fat ass#this stupid doodle took me a ridiculous amount of time#brotherly love
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I desperately need help from the himbo maker! I am tired of being treated like a child because of my baby face and hairless skinny body. Can himbo maker help that no longer be the case?
You receive an email notification. It looks like ordinary chain mail at first: “Click here and Become a Real Man in Seconds!” When you click it, the screen blacks out. Great. A virus. Then, the command line starts to scroll, like you’re getting a message.
Himbo_mkr: Dude, a true himbo can grow as much hair as he wants.
You blink, feeling suddenly a little bit motion sick. When you reread the message, you nod. You’re not a himbo, but ever since puberty, you’ve gotten hairier every year. You scratch your skinny belly, feeling tangles of dark hair run through your fingers.
Himbo_mkr: A true himbo shows off his curves, because he loves to eat.
Again, you feel briefly nauseous. Must have been some of the cake you had for lunch, you think, as the feeling fades. You’re not a himbo, but you love showing off how thick you are. You jiggle your big belly and strip off your straining T-shirt, revealing your nipple piercings. You aren’t sure why you were ever worried about your manliness, you know that the manliest men are the biggest and the hairiest, plus you’ve got the brains to really use your brawn.
Himbo_mkr: A true himbo’s got no thoughts in his head, bro!
The command line vanishes, and the computer boots back up like normal. You stare at the home screen, your mouth hanging open. You don’t think much, just eat, fuck, and sniff your hairy body. It’s the perfect life for a thick, hairy himbo like you.
Want to chat with the Himbo Maker? He loves to twist your words, so be careful what you're asking for.
#male transformation#mental change#answered ask#reality change#male tf#dumber tf#hairy tf#himbo maker#himbofication#fat gain tf#all fwkong
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