Monkey Business: Part 2 Of 3

Monkey Business: Part 2 of 3

Damn, I’m fucking hot! I’ve been going out to the gym alot lol. It’s a turn on watching my muscles be covered by my thick fur.

After getting this new bod, I haven’t been shy about showing it off. The old me, Lewis, would never have been this fuckin confident. And, this hasn’t been the only change.

The first real change was at, Lewis’ old job. It was my first day back and I had to wear a dumb ass suit. It clung to my hairy bod; making me itch. It was suffocating me. In addition, my mind was being tortured by how boring the work was. I need to be active, energy was building up. I started getting hot and sweaty. I couldn’t fuckin stand it anymore. I ripped the suit off bod, exposing my furry self. The only thing left on me was my tight briefs outlining my huge package. The buildup of musk filled the room. The men of the office kept looking at me, lust in their eyes. Some guys even had to excuse themselves to the bathroom to beat one out. This was going to be fun or so I thought.

My attention turned to some of the women. Some gagging. They commented about a horrible smell. I guess they just can’t handle the smell of a real man. The men just ignored them as their interest in me and each other increased. I could tell the office was about to explode into an homosexual orgy, right before some bitch came and sprayed me with perfume.  “What the fuck! Put your clothes on nobody wants to see that shit. And learn to take a fucking shower.” She said, as she did it. Right after, I was called into the office, my boss staring at my shirtless body. “Look, I … um can’t have you here in this office. Ahhh …There has been complaints and you are being to … um distracting. I’m sorry but, your fired.” He said in between rubbing in himself and moaning. He quickly left most likely to rub one out.

I went home feeling pissed; the anger turning into energy. I had to just fucking move. I spent days at the gym working out and fucking wannabe alphas. They were intoxicated by my musk. However as days passed, I became depressed. The money in my bank account started to run low. I needed work, but in a place that could meet up with my needs. So one day, I just fucking started running around my apartment complex, shirtless and in shorts. Going around the whole complex multiple times.  Multiple neighbors watching me, talking about me. Thoughts entered my mine. I love this fuckin attention. Of course people are going to be looking. Why wouldn’t they? But, I can’t stand people who hold some kind of speciesism towards me. Those fuckers who are jealous of me and my human-monkey hybrid body, so they try to take it out on me.

In the midst of my workout, I saw him. His fuckin beautiful brown skin toasting in the sun, as he worked around the complex.  I would later get to know his name, Enrique. He mowed the lawn with those powerful arms. Sweat ran down his hairless, shirtless body. He continued working, making repairs to broken fences and did other maintenance work around the complex. But, through all this work he always looked at me, as I ran by. A smile appearing on his face each time he saw me. A smile that turned me on. He finally waved at me, calling my attention.

“Damn you have a lot of energy. This is like you 50th time around. Maybe you can use some of that energy to help me out.” He spent the rest of the day explaining everything about his work to me. He was a maintenance worker at multiple apartment complexes. The more time I spent with him the more I felt there was something about him. I mean he could never be as perfect as me but, he was pretty great for a human. He loved the work I was able to do, and loved my monkey characteristics. As, the hot day progressed, I let the smell of my animalistic musk evade my mind. I could only think of working out and fucking now.

Enrique saw this and invited me to his car, where are bodies united. Bumping and grinding on each other. Hair on skin. Muscle on muscle. He didn’t seem to be affected by my musk, like other men were. He let me fuck him out of pure love. We both wanted more, and I told him about my situation. He hired me, both knowing we were going to have a lot of fun. This job was going to be perfect. Working out, being shirtless, and being with someone I loved.

I made my way home and decided to go on the computer, my day with Enrique still fresh in my mind. When suddenly a dialogue box opened “Hello Logan … The time has cum hahaha.” It was morphmaster and I knew the price for my existence need to be paid.

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Monkey Business: Part 1 of 3

(Hello! Before you start reading I would like to shout out @outkast1728 here on tumblr. He has recommend and inspired me to write this series. This whole animalistic transformation is out of my writing comfort zone but hopefully I don’t disappoint)

I fuckin love myself! Ever since I changed, this is all I can fuckin think about, Bros. My strong arms and furry muscled bod, it’s such a fuckin change from my sad ass past life. And, I have to tell you all a fuckin about it. After all, with being this perfect, it would be an injustice to hide myself from the fuckin world.

Damn, I guess I’ll start from the beginning, Bros. The night I came into fuckin existence. I was Lewis. And he was a pathetically sad human being. From a young ass age he was totally alone, with no family. He had to fend for his fuckin self, living mostly on scraps. This is why he made it his damn goal to have a successful career and find love. By the age 24, he busted his ass into a successful career, but he still had fuckin problems. His harsh youth had stunted him, he didn’t have the love or resources for his bod to gain the nourishment it needed to receive the full effects of puberty. He was short and his muscle structure weak. His pathetic bod would never fully be able to build muscle, no matter how fuckin hard he tried. The one thing he did have was a fast metabolism, which would have left him stick thin if it wasn’t for his shit, I need to eat anything to survive, diet.

That night, Lewis came home fuckin defeated. His asshole of a date, from work, stood him up. – Damn just remembering all this, I feel sorry for this kid – He hated himself and his life.  He felt like shit, like he could never be loved. The one thing he did love was scrolling through the net looking at pictures of hot dudes. Imagining what it would be like to live their fuckin lives. He was in the middle of reading one of his swap stories, when a message alert popped on his screen.

“What if I told you that body swap stories are real?” The anonymous user posted. At this point Lewis didn’t know his fuckin life was going to change forever.  

Being in a lustful state from all the hot pictures he browsed, Lewis decided to play along, something he wouldn’t normally do. “I would absolutely love it.” Damn Lewis sounded like such a pussy.

“Will you let me change you into anything of my choice?”  The poster typed back instantly.

Believing it was role-play; Lewis excited to see what this user would turn into. “Yes … along as I’m hot” Hahaha ... was such a fuckin beta.

All of a fuckin sudden the screen turned into a fucking hypnotic spiral and started to suck the consciousness out of Lewis. Words started to flash on the screen. You no longer exist, you are my blank slate. You will be what I want you to be. That is when I was born. I had Lewis’ memories, but they weren’t mine. I didn’t know who I was or how to think. In the fuckin confusion, I was drawn to a vocal countdown coming from my computer. 5…4…3 it was a dude’s voice … 2 … 1. Wake Up! “How do you feel?” The voice said.

“I feel good … but I’m confused.” I respond still corrupted by Lewis’ pussy ass personality.

“Don’t worry we are not done yet, I wanted you to be awake to feel this experience.” He said before he continued to talk. “You like monkeys don’t you?”

A wave of thought pulsed through my mind, “Yeah they are my favorite animals.” I answered.“Interesting. I wonder if it’s because you look like one.” As he said that, a strange sensation filled my bod. It was like thousands of pins where beginning to stab their fuckin way out.” I looked as hair started to cover my once hairless bod, what fat I had melted away. While the hair fuckin grew and expanded its way through my bod, the voice spoke again “Wait aren’t you part monkey.” Pressure started to build at the base of my spine. The hair grew and became more fuckin fur-like; the only truly hairless parts of my bod were the base of my feet, palms of my hands, and upper part of my face. Fuck! The pleasure was unbelievable. My bod’s features becoming a mixture of human and monkey; I realized something behind me moved. It quickly wrapped around my arms and squeezed my weak ass bicep, making me jump. Then it quickly jumped off and the wrapped around my now flat ass stomach. I looked down to see this thick long hairy monkey tail. In just seconds, I gained control of it, making it rub against my bod. “You look sexy” the voice says. “It must be hard to control that monkey energy. That need to be the alpha, you must love showing your body off.”

My bod started to pulsate. Every pulse increasing my size. Filling my muscles with power. I am fucking hot. I’m perfect. My tails and hands rub my now beefy and muscled body. “Hello Logan, I’m Morphmaster. I chose you to fulfill my plans. But those can wait for now. First go live, and experience your new body.”

The screen goes black. I was left alone with my bod, as pheromones filled the room. The dank ass smell my bod gave off pumped me with energy. It made me fucking restless. I got to move. I got to fuckin work out. My new beefy ass bod needed to be used. I ran to the mirror to look at my bod in all its glory. My hot ass manly face looked back in a mixture of shock and pride. There was no one that could rival me.  

Shit, Bro I gotta fucking stop writing here for now. This is fuckin turning me on. I gotta go to work out and then see which wannabe gym alpha is going to receive my hybrid seed.

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Tales of the Sculptor II: A  Hero’s Call

Like, I said before. I never wanted to be special. I was okay being average. It was safe, in the middle. So, after Bruce, I didn't use my powers again, for along time. Although it ended well for Bruce, I felt it was wrong to interfere with someone else's life. In addition, the personality change I witnessed on Bruce scared me. It seemed unpredictable. If the wrong aspect of a person's personality changed, it could be dangerous. And, all these were factors for why I didn't even consider using my powers on myself.

I know it sounds strange to have these powers, and not even use them. Especially to try and better my own life. But, the truth is I didn't want to. I liked being average. I liked being normal. So, it was easy to bury these powers deep inside me. I reached a points where I didn't even know if I had them anymore, and I didn't care. The incident with Bruce, became just that. A one time fluke of the laws of physics.

And, I continued to live my life. After taking a whole year to work, I realized I was going to be stuck living a life I hated. So going to college was my next step. I still didn't know what I wanted in life, but I was hoping that the college atmosphere could give me some perspective. Luckily, I got in to my top pick. It was far from home and offered freedom to find myself. It is also where I met Brandon.

I remember my parents leaving after helping me get settled in to my dorm. They stayed for most of the day, but it started getting late. So, I sat there all alone and confused, the bed next to me was empty. (Wasn't I supposed to have a roommate)

The next morning, I woke up and decided to explore around school. I partook in some welcoming events and looked at some clubs that set up tables. It was some time in the afternoon, when I decided I should go back to my dorm. I was surprised to see the door slightly opened and even more surprised to see a shirtless man.

And, boy what a man he was. I would later find out he was a year younger than me, but his body screamed maturity with his packed on muscles and physically powerful development. I walked in as his toned back was facing me. He was busy unpacking things onto his bed. I closed the door and the sound it made caught his attention. "Oh, shit you scared me." He said with a friendly tone. I just stood there. I began to notice he was wet. His hair was soaked and his body glistened as light hit the beads of water on his body. He had wash board abs, strong pecs, and powerful arms. He came closer to me. His moist body making this moment even more erotic.

"So ... you must be my roommate." He said as he extended his hand to me. I shook it in response " Yeah, I guess I am." I awkwardly replied. He recoils his hand and dries it on his pants. "Sorry, I just got back from the shower ... I was in the middle of drying off and getting dressed. Luckily you didn't see me bare ass naked." He laughed. I sympathetically laughed. ( I wish I did see you naked.) I thought.

He put on a shirt and it hugged his muscular body, as our conversation continued. I learned he arrived a day late, because of car trouble. He had an old hand-me-down car. He came from a poor family and had to drive himself up here, by himself, because his parents couldn't afford to take time off from work. Although it was painfully obvious, I also learned he was a jock at his high school.

I became worried, because my past experience with jocks wasn't so great. But, the more we talked; the more I saw how different he was. He wasn't an asshole like jocks I met before. He was a good, kind, and humble guy. Although he was a jock in high school, Brandon knew that sports wouldn't be his future. Instead he went to college for a business. The more we talked; the more we realized we clicked with each other. And, our conversation moved to more personal matters.

I talked about how I was bullied. He told me stories about how he protected people from being bullied. It stemmed from being bullied about being poor, at young age. As he aged, he was blessed with good looks and a strong body. He used what he got to join his football team, freshman year, and from there he gained popularity and respect from his peers. But, he never forgot about the little guy, and stood up for those in need.

At our college, he quickly became Mr. Popular. He got invited to parties and always invited me. I got to see him in action. He liked including everyone, no matter who they were or how they looked. He stood up to assholes at the parties. People loved him and respected him. In my eyes he was my ideal version of a super hero. I was developing a bad crush on him. What made it worst was that he was straight and quickly got a girlfriend, in his first year at college.

Our first year of college went by and it was great. Thanks to Brandon, my life was more social. I made friends and started coming out of my shell. For Brandon, it was going great. He was still the top man on campus and his grades were great. But, he was hit hard by the freshman 15, or more like the freshman 30, in his case. The partying, studying, beer and jockish eating habits started adding fat on his body. His belly started sticking out. His muscle became less defined. Don't get me wrong he was still hot. He had an average beefy frat bro build going on. He was still the life of the party. His relationship with his girlfriend was going strong. But, his stomach didn’t stop expanding.

Moving into our third year of college, nothing changed. Nothing, except ... Brandon's weight. By this point he stopped working out and all his muscle was gone. Only fat remained. Brandon didn't come from a wealthy family, so he couldn't just afford a new wardrobe. So, he just bought a few bigger pairs of pants. Now without his muscles, his chest and arms were smaller. This allowed his shirts to still fit comfortably on his expanding body. He quickly got the nickname "keg" because of how big he was getting and how much he could drink. He was starting to lose the respect of those around him. Before no one would dare make fun of him, but now fat jokes were becoming a common occurrence for him. But, he played and laughed along.

It was our last year off college and Brandon was completely unrecognizable. I learned he gained 130 pounds, since the start of college. And it showed. His new size 46 pants barely were able to button. His old size 2xl shirts were now skin tight. They hugged his ball belly and perfectly outlined his pair of fat tits. You could tell he should had moved to 3xl shirts by now, as his shirts constantly rode up his stomach. In order to help prevent this he started tucking in his shirts, which made his already hard to miss stomach even more noticeable. He was too stubborn to buy new clothes. He had the mind set that if it still fit he would wear it. He also always said he was planning on losing weight, so buying bigger clothes would just be a waste.

Now he was the main attraction at parties. People would always come to him and dare him to eat or drink something. People liked bringing up how fit and hot he used to be. They'd make fun of how out of shape he was. They'd warn each other  to watch out or they would get as fat as the Hog, which was Brandon's new nick name. Everyone loved teasing him by slapping his belly, scoping his boobs and watching his rolls jiggle. A  lot of guys would even stuff beach balls in their shirt and pretend to be him. You could tell Brandon was becoming bothered by all the jokes. But, now there was no stopping it.

One day, I hear him yell "Fuck!" I rushed to see what's up. Brandon was stuffed into a too small suit. The buttons on his dress shirt were straining. His dress pants weren't even close to getting over his thick thighs. He turned to face me and the buttons on his shirt popped off. Releasing his caged stomach in a tidal wave of jiggling flesh. His checks turn red. "I was hoping to wear this for my 3 year anniversary with Becca. This fit me last year for that business internship."

"Why don't you ask Tom for some clothes to borrow." I said trying to help. Tom was a 5th year college student. He lived in the same dorm complex, as us. He was the fattest guy we knew and had always been that way. He was nerdy and hung out with a different crowd, and he always seemed nice. "No, I can't just ask Tom, that's weird. And his clothes are probably to big. I don't want to look baggy and sloppy on this important night." Alex complained"Well it doesn't hurt to try." I said.

Brandon sighed and agreed. He got dressed and we went to see Tom. We explained the situation and he agreed. Tom pulled out a suit and Brandon put it on. To both mine and Brandon's surprise, it was a struggle to get it on. It fit, but was still tight. "Do you have anything bigger maybe something newer." Brandon asked. "No ... sorry. I just bought that yesterday for my new job." He explained. I could see Brandon's face, as his heart sank.

"Oh ... okay. Well this will have to do." Brandon said quickly. Tom nodded allowing us to take the suit and we left. On the way back Brandon said "What the fuck! I'm fatter than Tom. Have I been that blind to how big I have gotten." He let out, as I remained silent. He was to busy battling his thoughts to care. I know, I'm not one to talk, but it was true. (Brandon got really fat) I thought to myself. (It probably hasn't been since sophomore year since I have found him attractive.) Once we got back, I quickly left, because time was getting close for Becca to arrive.

I spent my time at a party and decided to head back at 2 am. I walked back to our apartment and saw Brandon shirtless, on the couch, looking at T.V. His boobs out in full display and his fat belly extended to it's full size. It took me some time to realize he was wearing some underwear. He was also surrounded by empty boxes of pizza, beer cans, and a melting tubs of ice cream. He turned to me. His eyes were red with beer and tears.

"She broke up with me, man. She said I was getting too fat. I am not attractive to her anymore. Apparently we haven't been having sex, because my fat ass was crushing her. I told her I would change. I told her I would lose weight. I kept begging her. That's when she told me she been fucking Mike. She has been cheating on me with that asshole. Why him out of anyone?" He let out in burst of rage, sadness and desperation.

Mike was the person who picked on Brandon the most. He gave Brandon the nickname Hog. And, liked making sure Brandon knew how fat and disgusting he was. He also like rubbing his fit athletic body in Brandon's face, trying to remind Brandon about how hot he use to be and how much he let himself go. I moved closer to sit next to Brandon.

"I'm a fat fucking hog. I'm fucking bigger than fat-ass John. I'm the laughing stock of my friends. They probably all knew Mike was fuckin’ my girl. I can't run, anymore. I struggle getting my shoes on. I get out of breathe just by walking out of this building, let alone going up and down the stairs. Apparently, I been crushing my girlfriend trying to get my deeply buried penis in her, to have sex." He yelled and tossed empty pizza boxes across the room."I didn't know you felt like this ... you never said anything thing. You seemed happy." I let out.

"Yeah, I was ... Or maybe I was lying to myself. Maybe I always knew what I know now ... I was such a fool. But, being with Becca helped blind me to the truth. But now that's gone. My life is over. I damaged my body beyond repair. People will always see this before getting to know me." He said pick up his big belly and shaking it. Sending waves of fat throughout his.body. " I will always be the fat disgusting joke. The fat slob that did this to himself. And, I did. I did it to myself. Your lucky. You have stayed the same throughout these years. I would literally kill if it meant I could be skinny like you."

Everything he was saying was hitting me right in the heart. I felt sad for him. The hot jock I once knew sat defeated, now in a body he saw as a prison of fat. When we met I was the fat one and now he called me skinny. He was always good to me and others. Before he was the butt of the joke, he would help the voiceless. But, nobody was there to help him when he was getting mocked. Hesitantly I said, "I have something that could help."

"What are you talking about?" Brandon asked. I was worried because I never tried it again after the first experience."I can make you skinny, right now." I said "Fuck you" he said, "I opened up to you and now you are making fun of me. I never thought you would be like the rest. I'm fat not a fucking idiot." "No ... I'm serious. I can help. But you have to agree. I want you to be okay with it" I pleaded

He looked at me with drunk eyes and sighed "okay ..okay I got nothing to lose. Either you actually do it or I find out your an asshole like the rest.""Okay but before I do it ... I should tell you..." I try to explain. "No just stop and do it. I don't care. If you can make me fit again, I can deal with the consequences. I DON'T want to hear it." He said aggressively and with a little hope starting to form in his voice.

We both became quite. And I just examined his body. Trying to get the feel for my powers again. Trying to find a good place to start. I moved my hand to his fat filled boobs. He shook a little. I started messaging them. I could tell he felt awkward. His face started to become red in embarrassment. Tears formed in his eyes as he felt betrayed. But, he doesn't stop me.

I started to feel bad for putting him in this situation. (He must think I’m an asshole/creep for putting him into this situation. Maybe I didn’t have my powers anymore.) I could feel him starting to pull away, from me. In that moment I wanted nothing more but to help him and apologize.  And, with that, my hands started to warm-up. I could feel energy rushing out of my body and he started to moan. His breast felt like clay in my hands. His moans become more intense, as the fat started dissolving. I kept rubbing his chest down. Once his breast got small enough, I began to form them into pecs. They started becoming rock hard, as if chiseled by a Greek god. I worked on rubbing the rest of his body. Each new body part filled Brandon with Ecstasy. I shrunk his belly and give him rock hard abs. I pumped up his arms and legs with muscle. I gave him a nice juicy ass and tone back. Like a sculpture, I begin to chisel fine details into his body. Getting as close to the first time I met him.

I saw his body pulsating and growing more muscular by the second. He continued to moan in pleasure, as he reaches for my hand. He slowly guided it over his muscular chest and rock hard abs. Finally he stopped at his crotch. And, I could feel what he wanted me to see. His fat pad was still there, drowning his dick in lard. I was hesitant to remove his underwear. But, between the moans and flexing he nodded. I removed his underwear and pushed his fat-pad back. Shrinking it, I revealed his hard 6 inch dick. I start messaging his dick and start stretching it. Slowly I extended it to 7 ... 8 ... stopping at 9 inches. I also rubbed his balls making sure they stayed proportionate to his now larger dick. Finally everything stopped changing as Brandon let loose in one big orgasm, Jizz fountain-ed out of his dick and on to his body, bed, and my hands. With that I was finished, and began to worry what changed inside Brandon's mind.

He reclined on the bed and put his arms behind his head. "Are you okay?" I asked. "Damn your good." He said. "Fuck I can't believe you did it. This fucking got me in the mood for some action." "Well the party might still be going on ... get some chicks ... show off your body." I replied. Still concerned. Did I turn him into a sex addict or is this a normal response?

"Why would I want to fuck a chick. Your the one that gave me this body. And, since I like guys ... I thought you'd deserve the first test drive." He said flirtatiously. My heart raced fast "Oh no! I turned you gay." I let out. Brandon laughed "what's wrong with that. I know you always wanted some of this. Since the first day, I met you, I knew you were gay and had a crush on me. I’m actually surprised you never came out to me. I want to pay you back for what you just did. I mean this will be a one time thing, because we are friends and I don't want to ruin that. But, come on and get it while the offer still stands"

I stood there motionless, as he began making out with me. He didn't seem disturbed by turning gay. And, he is happy. So, I let up and started feeling his rock hard body. He started pushing my head lower. I licked his neck. Then his chest. I made my way through his abs. He stopped at his dick and I began sucking. We fell onto the bed as he moaned. I started rubbing my own cock and I sucked his. He turned me over and shoved his 9 inch cock into me. I scream out in pain. But, it quickly turned into pleasure, as he skillfully moved his now larger cock inside my ass.  As I braced myself on the bed, Brandon moved his hand along my body. He reached for my cock and started to jack me off, as he pumped my ass with his seed.

We both released, as his cum shot-up my ass. And my cum shot onto the bed. We both collapse on the bed, breathing heavy. "Damn, it's actually been a couple months since I had sex." Brandon said in between breaths. "Well this was my second time having sex, and first time as a bottom." I replied. And we both laughed.

The rest of our college lives were fun, but afterwards we naturally went our own ways. I heard he did started up a successful business and began helping his family. But he did teach me a lesson. I had these powers for a reason. Just like Brandon, I was a hero. I could help those who were struggling and give them a chance at a better life. I have heard my Hero’s Call and decided to answer my destiny. So, after getting somethings together, I left my old life. I cut ties to my parents and friends.  If I was going to do this, I had to be completely free. i never stayed anywhere to long.and left soon after helping someone. I never asked for award, but some of these people donated to the cause. I never took more than what I needed.

My first few years were great, but eventually I would learn how magical and complicated the world really was. 

Breaking the Vow of Celibacy  and Forced into Gluttony

[This one is for you @specktrainer. Thanks for the idea. I hope you enjoy]

I lie in bed awake. It's barely 4:58 am. My mind has become accustomed to waking up early. But my new bigger body still needs time to get energized.

It's now 5:00 am. The church bells start to ring, letting my brothers know its time to start getting ready for the day.

(Its been years since I first joined the catholic monastery. I was young and bisexual. Although,  I loved women, there was always apart of me that wanted to be with men. But, I grew up in the church. I was taught loving men was wrong. So, to prevent myself from giving into the sin of homosexuality, I decided to devote my life to god. I decided to become a catholic monk and take a vow of celibacy.)

The mornings were never easy for me. But, now with this new added weight, it became a lot harder.

It's 5:30 am. And I am finally able to roll myself out of bed. My fat breast sit on top of my pot belly, I lean against the night stand to help my chubby legs to get me standing on my feet. I waddle to my towel and head to the shower room. My chest feels the sting of cold morning air. The only thing I'm wearing are my  oversize boxers.

By the time, I get to the showers nobody is in there. The other guys tend to take a shower as soon as they wake up. Knowing this, I usually wait until the shower room is empty. It wasn't a problem for me before, but once I gained this weight I have become a little embarrassed of my body. I turn on the water and scrub my large body. I make sure to get under the folds of my flabby skin. I lift up my breast. I get under my stomach. I wash my love handles. I push back my fatpad to wash my penis. I note, that the shower process has become a lot longer with my new size. I'm even a little out of breath.

I start making my way to my room. Some of the other men are starting to leave their rooms. They are always shocked to see my fat body. They don't say anything about it. They just look at my beach ball stomach and big breast. Then they finally look up at me and smile "Good morning Brother." I respond back "And to you, brother." I know in there minds they are laughing at me.

It's 5:50 and I quickly put on a skin tight under shirt and my monk robe, which is equally tight. It's part of my punishment. It revealed how big my breast were and strained heavily against my ballooning stomach.

(I wasn't always fat. In fact when I first came to the monastery I was stick thin. Us monks work as a community, thus we have a range of different jobs. Before last year my duties were set in construction. I helped build in the small neighboring town and monastery. Us monks in construction tend to be more fit. Through the hard manual labor my body had become ripped. This made my sexual urges hard to control. I had the type body I lusted for.

It started with masturbation. Then I started having sex with women and men in the town. I was becoming arrogant and cocky. Two years ago, another catholic monk around my age was transferred over. He was hot and, we both shared the same sin. Our chemistry was instant and we fell in love. We would sneak off and have sex. Our powerful bodies grinding against each other. It wasn't long until we were found out. And, all my past actions were brought to light.

We knew we did wrong, so we didn't fight the punishment. He was transferred again. I however remained. My punishment was to learn humility and lessen my sexual urges. So, the head monk declared I should be forced to gain weight. The first few months I fought back. So, they had to force feed me. But, I came to an understanding. I had to be punished. I was a sinful man. So, I started willingly fed myself. I'm not supposed to stop until I weigh 350lbs.)

It 6:00 am. Breakfast time. I walked in, the last one to arrive. Everyone always stares. I sit next to some of the guys, I know from the construction group. I know under their robes hide strong bodies. Most look at me with pity. Others mockingly say "Good morning, brother." Breakfast is always something simple. This time it was a vegetable soup with a small loaf of bread and water.

It 7:00 am. And it's the first prayer for the day. I squeeze by some older monks to get to an empty seat. They groan some in annoyance and others in disgust. Everyone knows about my punishment. But, most monks are still put off my seeing me, an obese monk.

(You see as a monk. We are fairly active and what we eat is heavily regulated. We have the buff construction monks . Other monks who are more active usually stay slim. Then lastly the less active monks mostly just develop dad bods, with small bellies. Living the life of a catholic monk, it would be hard to become overweight, yet alone obese.)

It is 8:00 am. Now is when my fellow brothers go back to their room and solo study, the word of god, taking in his daily message, through the scriptures. However, for this past year; it has been part of my punishment. Instead of going back to my room, I go to the kitchen. There I see plates of food waiting for me. Fruits, meats, breads, and sweets. At least 10 full size servings are waiting for me.

But, first I step on the scale. It read 303.4lbs. So, I finally broke through the 300lbs barrier, I think to myself. I make a note of it, in a nearby note book that has been used to record my progress. And a start eating. With the soup and bread in my stomach from breakfast, the first six plates are easy to go through. I feel my stomach becoming heavier and getting full. I start feeling a tingling sensation on my nipples.

In a slower pace, I get the 7th plate down, then the 8th and the 9th. There is no more room in my stomach. My robe is even more stretched. One wrong move and I feel like the stitches could rip. With pure will power, I quickly eat the last plate. I place my hands on the table, bracing myself against the urges of wanting to throw up. Those sensations pass, as I slowly and softly rub my stomach.

It's 9:00 am: The second prayer service. I use all my strength to lift me off the table. My legs shake, as they gain balance to make up for the weight of the food in my stomach. As I stand up straight, I feel two small holes form on the side of my robe. They reveal my white under shirt. I get on the scale. It reads 315.2 lbs. 12 pounds of food is slowly being digested in my stomach. I slowly make my way to the chapel room.

It's 10:00 am. Now is when my brothers would head off to do their jobs. However, I usually stayed in my room and read scriptures. I was ready to do just that, when an elder monk stopped me.

"Aw brother James. Seeing as your punishment is going well.  Father Ezekiel wants to slowly give you back privileges. So, today you will go to work in town, making house prayers."

I was shocked. I was happy to get to go back into town. But, I was nervous of people seeing me, after a year of getting fat. " Thanks Father. Before I go, can I request a bigger robe." I motion to the holes.

He laughs a little. "Aw brother, at this rate your punishment will be over in no time. I have seen your growing gut and made an order for a new one. I just didn't think you would out grow this one so soon. Unfortunately, your new robe won't be finished until tomorrow." I sigh and thank him, as he gives me a list of people to visit.

I start making my way to the town. My other brothers got a head start, so I walked alone. In the first 5 minutes, I knew I was going to be in trouble. Normally, I could now feel my body jiggle with every step. But, walking on the uneven path to town caused even more motioned on my body. The warmth of the sun adds to the heat of my fat body. Walking for 10 minutes, my legs start to hurt. This has been the most exercise I've done in a year, let alone with all this new weight.

My life for the past year only consisted of walking to my room, the shower, the dining hall and the chapel, all of these locations being very close to each other. Luckily along the path were benches and other natural sitting spots. A walk that should have took 40 minutes ended up taking me about an 1 hour and 15 minutes.

When, I finally got to town, I stop at the local coffee shop, to catch my breath and relax my feet. At this point, I'm super sweaty and out of breath.

"Hello Brother, Can I offer you a drink and a muffin." I hear from the counter. Still exhausted from my walk, I blindly answer "Yes please, if it won't be any trouble." A short while later the serve comes and my heart stop. It was a woman I slept with before. "Here you go enjoy." She says with a smile. "God bless you." I nervously respond. She about to leave, but stops herself. "Are you new to the monastery ... I mean ... I don't want to over step, but your pretty big compared to the other catholic monks."

Those last words stung. My face grew red. But, part of me was happy she didn't recognize me. "Yes ... yeah I'm new." I lied. "I didn't mean anything by it, I was just curious." She said apologetically. "It's okay. I know I would be curious too." I smiled back. She walks away and I finish my drink and muffin. Feeling better, I wave, as I leave to do my job.

I see a lot of familiar face, but no body seems to recognize me. I guess it makes sense. I was gone for a year. I put on a lot of weight. The fat on my face change/hide some details of my face. I have a beard to hide my double chin and smaller neck. Unless you knew better, I guess I do look like a completely different person.

It is now 5:00 pm. I should be walking back to the monastery, but I still had work to do. I already took to long getting to town. it was a workout walking to different houses throughout town. I also took extra time on my lunch break. So, it took me longer to finish. It was about 5:45 when I was done. I had 15 minutes to get back. So, I tried walking my fastest, with my feet aching. But, I felt the exhaustion in my body. So, I just excepted I was going to be late.

The 6:00 pm bells rang. It was time for the third prayer service. But, I am still barely near the beginning of the path back.

The 7:00 pm bells ring. It was dinner time. My stomach is growling. I must have been a little more than half way now. Suddenly, I see a car coming from the monastery. It was one of my brothers from construction. 

"Damn someone looks like they got there exercise in." He laughs. "We didn't know you were in town or we would have waited for you and walk back together." He said, as he opened the passenger door."

"Yeah, I guess I should've checked in with you guys, at some point."

"Yeah, but the elders could have told us you were going to be in town. I guess they also didn't realize how out of shape you would be in. And, that you wouldn't be able to make the walk like the rest of us." He said.

"Yeah ... I guess I didn't realize how out of shape I was either." I sighed.

"Well luckily for you, and with what happened to day. They told me to tell you the next time you go into town you are gonna be driven there and back." He smiled as he rubbed my shoulder.

"Thank god." I laughed, as I patted my stomach. We arrived in a quick 5 minutes, now that we were in a car. We entered the dining hall. The other guys stared, seeing me tried, sweaty, and my robe ripped more on the sides, form all the movement my belly did today. It must of been a sight, because the hall erupted in laughter. It was a mix of mockery and support, with some brothers clapping. Some were worried, some were sympathetic, but most just laughed at me or the situation I got myself in. “Alright. Alright that enough ... leave the poor man alone and eat." The elder monk let out. Embarrassed, I walked to my seat and ate, as some still glanced in my direction.

It's 8:00 pm and the 4th a last service starts. At the end of it, I head to the kitchen for the continuation of my punishment.

It's 9:00 pm and while my brothers get read for bed. I begin eat 10 more plates of food. This time an other brother is in there, still cooking for me and preparing for tomorrow's breakfast. With the last plate my stomach is pushed beyond its limits and rips the rest of my robe. I walk out robe-less with my boxers and undershirt unable to go past my belly.

It's 10:00 pm. I head to the shower room. Inside are a bunch of my brothers, waiting for me.

(You see there are many catholic monks who break the vow of celibacy. You only get in trouble when you get caught)

They turn on the water for me and bring a chair for me to sit in the shower. Ever since I got found out, this became a regular occurrence. And the more weight I gain the more brothers joined. The brothers take turns keeping watch. While inside other brothers use me as their sex toy. Some take turns pushing down my fatpad and sucking my cock. Others take turns fucking my jiggling ass. Others like jacking off, while rubbing and sucking my breast. Others just liked rubbing my extended belly and masturbating to everything that was happening.

By 11:00 pm, I'm back in my room. Full from all the food and exhausted from all the walking and sex, I Instantly fall asleep to do it all over tomorrow.

Buddy Swap (Finale)

(Well it took longer then I wanted, but I finally finished this last part. I really enjoyed writing this series and I appreciated all the love it’s gotten. I guess apart of me didn’t want  this to one to end. But, it will be good to finally get other stories out of my head. But before we get that far, I hope you enjoy the rest of this ride) 

My mind was still racing, with thoughts of what happened at the mall. But, Alex's words cut through the confusion . "Are you okay ... since we left the mall you have been stuck in your head. Did something happen? Did you see anything?"

That last question struck me as odd. After all, I went into that shop following him, but he was nowhere to be found, once I entered. Did he even go in? ... or was it just a trick of the shop. "No ... I just have something on my mind." I finally let out, as my attention turned to the road. The signs on the freeway said we were now leaving town. "Where are we going?" I questioned.

"Oh ... don't worry. I planned a weekend getaway. I have a cabin in the woods where we can be alone and relax. I figured you could use a vacation, with everything that has happened ... Just finish your ... drink." He said nervously, as if trying to convince me of something. But, my mind couldn't connect the pieces. My brain was in a fog. And, I mindlessly took a sip of my drink and finished what remained. I look at him and he smiled. The fogginess of my mind started to spread. All my thoughts faded, as relaxation entered my body. But, deep down my consciousness screamed for help, as my vision faded to black.

I woke up to find myself tied to a bed, in a dimly lit room. I tried to look around only to see walls surround me. My big fat gut blocked the rest of my view. I was naked for all but my underwear, which I felt cling to my body in the cold room. I started to struggle, trying to feel away out of my situation. "That's not going to work," I heard Alex, as he entered the room, rolling in a tray.

On the tray was a stone, with symbols on it. "What the fuck are you doing!" I yelled at him. He just smiled, as he reached for a remote next to the stone. A screen, installed into the ceiling, turned on. It read: 291lbs."That's how much you weigh," Alex smirked. At first, I ignored him still looking for a way out. But, then I realized ... that number made no sense.

"Wait that's not right ... I've been losing weight. You've been buying me smaller sizes," I turned to him, looking for confirmation. He started laughing "I've been ripping out the tags and sewing in smaller sized ones. It's amazing what the mind can make itself believe. I’m just glad you never found out ... or we wouldn't be having this moment." With my eyes becoming watery, I screamed "Why are you doing this!"

"Because your perfect. From the day I met you ... you were perfect. But, you wanted to give it all that away. You are fat. You are meant to be fat. Heck ... even when you tried to lose weight you gained ten pounds ... Although, I guess my sabotage played a role. But, your not so innocent yourself..." he said as he walked closer to me. His hands started moving up my body, stopping at the top of my belly. I tried to push him off me, with no success. He started taking off his shirt, revealing he was wearing a compression shirt. His own belly pressed tight against it. He struggled to take it off. But, when he did he exposed his new body. He had a proper sized beer belly. His abs were no where to be seen. His pecs were softer, being covered in a thin layer of fat. But, his arms still remained strong and powerful.

"You did this to me! You made me get FAT! You couldn't just eat like the cute little pig you are. You infected me with your FAT!" He yelled, as he squeezed my fat body with his powerful hands. He picked up the stone and moved closer to me his stomach pushing into the side of mine. "But don't worry I got a plan to fix your mistakes ... and I'll make you into the hog you were meant to be." He patted my stomach, sending waves through my body.

In a desperate act, I let out "you're a hypocrite. Why don't you make yourself fat. Look how much you gained, in so little time. Your the fat ass." He looked at me with rage in his eye and started choking me. "Shut up! I'm not the one meant to get fat. I'm a fuckin’ God. I'm meant to have the body of a fuckin’ God! You are the pig! You are the disgusting piece of lard. You can't hide from your destiny. I won't let you. By the time I'm done, you'll never be able to leave this room." He started chanting under his breath and the stone lit up.

He placed his hand on my stomach and I start filling pressure build up. I saw as his body started to deflate. His pecs become more defined. His beer belly shrunk and his abs started revealing themselves. He looked like when I first met him. The body of a God. He started smiling, as pain filled my body. My stomach stretched higher and my boobs got filled with more fat. I start hearing my underwear rip, as my ass expanded. And, I could feel my fat pad eating more of my dick. I look up at the screen and watched as the scale went up, finally stopping at 320lbs. "That's more how I like it." Alex stretched out. Admiring his body and jiggling my rolls of fat

I laid there speechless and defeated, as tears filled my eyes. "Aww poor piggy. I understand. Your still not satisfied. You need more food in you." I looked at him and shook my head no, as tears continued rolling down my face. He laughed "What? Your still not ready to give in. You need more time to sit and reflect on your new life. I guess, I will just have to eat for you. With this stone we are linked. I'll use it to transfer my fat onto you. Now whenever I eat, I will just get my daily need to maintain this body and survive. Everything I eat over that limit gets transferred to you." I was left in horror, as he got dressed. He moved around the room checking everything, making sure I couldn't escape. Finally he covered my mouth and started to leave. "Let's see, it's been awhile since I've been to a buffet." He mocked. I tried to scream for him to stop, but with my mouth gagged, it just came out as muffled moans. "When I come back and ... if you behave, I might let you pleasure me." He flirted, as he left the room.

As soon as he left, I tried to break free, but with my new weight I got tired faster. There was no way to break out. In the corner of the room I saw my clothes and the necklace.

Minutes passed and the lights when out. Suddenly, I saw a glow come from the necklace. I kept watching and another glow happened.  It kept repeating very slowly.

Hours passed. The glow of the necklace was becoming more frequent. Then out of nowhere, I felt pressure build up in my stomach. It felt like things where being placed in it. My stomach expanded more. Becoming tight, a feeling I recognize. It's was a food bloat. Alex must have finally reached the buffet, I thought. It felt weird as food entered my stomach, without going through my mouth or throat. My dick started becoming hard, as the pain in my stomach increased. My stomach was being pushed further than it had been. The screen now read 326lbs. He had put six pounds of food in my stomach. I feared he wasn't going to stop and I would pop. The symbols on the stone changed color and I felt my skin stretch and the food metabolize. I felt normal again. In fact I felt empty, but the scale still read 326lbs. I panicked realizing he left out that the weight gain would be instant. How fat could he make me by the end of day?

More time passed as I laid there wondering how this happened. Why did I deserve this? The glow of the necklace was now flashing non-stop. The scale still increasing. Now it read 335lbs. Suddenly, I heard a thud from upstairs. The glow of the necklace now remained on. I didn't know who it was, but I was hoping it would be someone who could help. I started to let out a muffled cry for help. Finally, I heard a familiar voice "Johnny...Johnny... is that you. Where are you?" I heard Spencer yelling. My heart raced, as I started to bang the bed against the wall. I heard footsteps get closer. He got to the basement door and jiggled it, but it wouldn't open. "It's locked!" He yelled. I just kept banging the bed against the wall. Spencer started getting panicked "what's happening in there ... are you ok ... I'm going try to find a way in."

I looked up at the screen, it now read 336lbs. Finally I heard a crash, as light entered the room. Right afterwards, Spencer entered and the lights turned on. He stopped right in his tracks, as he saw me. The screen now read 337lbs. "What the the fuck is this. Your huge! How...?" He says as he moves closer to me. He removes the cover from my mouth.

"You gotta let me out. Alex is a FUCKING freak. He linked us with that stone and is making me fatter by the minute." I blurted out. The scale read 338. Alex looked up at the screen. His breath becoming harder. His body becoming tense, as anger filled his blood, "Is that how much you weigh now." He asked, already knowing the answer. I sadly nodded, feeling my new double chin press against my neck and the top of my chest. "I just wanna get out of here. But, we're linked. So, it's never going to stop. I'll be 600lbs by the end of the month." I cried. Spencer looked at the stone and his eyes widened. The scale read 339. He ran to it and started chanting, the symbols became dull. I felt an invisible cord get cut. My stomach stopped stretching, but the scale read 340lb.

I sighed in relief, as Spencer cut the ropes on my wrist and ankles. "How did you find me," I asked. "I don't know ... I just kind of knew you needed me. It was like an invisible force guiding me to you," he responded. "Does it have anything to do with that," I pointed at the necklace. "What you got it? You met the old man?" He looked at me. "Yeah ... right after he said he was going to help me, but then this happened. " I said referring to my new fat body. Spencer walked towards the necklace, as I struggle to sit up on the bed. I finally manage to get up and instantly fell on the floor, to my knees. The sound of me falling caught Spencer's attention

"Shit ... are you okay buddy. Let me help you up." He said as he struggled to help me up. "I guess my body isn't use to this instant 50lb weight gain. But, my fat safety bag of a stomach took most of the impact." I finally get up to my feet and take some time to balance myself. Spencer took the necklace and walked toward the stone. I started walking to my clothes and tried to put them on. The pants wouldn't even make it past my fat tree trunk legs. And my new skin tight shirt barely reached the top of my belly button. I stood there as my shirt outlined my fat filled boobs and large love handles. "How am I going to lose this weight. How am I getting out of here with no clothes?." I sighed.

"Oh were not leaving ... we’re going to make a plan." Spencer said looking straight at me.

After waiting, I heard a car drive up to the cabin. Alex came rushing in and he sees my naked body sitting on the couch. "You didn't make a run for it?" He questioned. "There no point ..." I said defeated. "My clothes don't fit ... I can't just leave naked." I get up from the couch. "How did you get out? How did you break the connection." He backed up a little. "I guess those knots were weak ... and I broke the stone ... because I realized something. I am a fat pig and no one is going to love me now ..." I started walking to him. My body jiggling with every step. "No one except you, and I am never going to get the body I want ... a body like yours. I want you ... I need you. I want to get the right way. With you stuffing me. Making me fat and fucking me senseless. I’m yours." I continued, embracing him in my fat naked body. His rock hard body feeling good pressed against mine. "That's what I like to hear, my pig. I am your future ... I am your destiny." He laughed starting to play with my fat. I start making out with his body. "Let's take this up stairs." He rushed as he started taking of his clothes.

We make it to a room with a bed and bags filled with super large clothes. I rammed him onto the bed and pinned him down with my weight. "What the fuck are you doing?" He yelled, even with  his strength he couldn’t push me off. "Spencer now." I scream. Spencer rushes into the room holding the stone and chanting. He puts the stone between our body. "Now focus on what you want to transfer." He tells me. I focus and a bright light sent me off the bed. I fall on my back, feeling fat being sucked from my body. My skin starts tightening. My stretch marks start vanishing. I see Spencer looking at me in amazement. His mind blown, never realizing how his old body would look skinny.

My attention turned to Alex. Bright red stretch Mark's appeared on his body. Then they lighten up, creating the image the he had them for a while. His skin started becoming baggy, stretching into loose skin. "NO! NO! NO! What the fuck did you do to me?" He started panicking. I smiled, but my body started burning. My muscles rapidly contracting and relaxing. I screamed out in pain. Spencer ran to my side. "Oh no are you okay? What did you do?" My skinny frame started become larger, but this time with muscle. My arms pumped up with powerful biceps. My legs got energized with strong solid muscle. My chest buffed up with well defined pecs. And abs started popping up on my flat stomach. I now had the body definition of the so called God, before me. It felt erotic feeling lighter and more powerful than I was used to for these past couple of months. I turn to look at him. His body was filling up with fat.

His penis started shrinking into his new fat pad. He got embarrassed and stumbled to a bag of clothes. He put on large red shorts and managed to crawl back onto the bed, reaching for the stone. It disintegrated in his hands. We all look in astonishment at each other, realizing what happened. The old man came through. Alex’s body kept enlarging. His chest now had two nice fat boobs sitting on a beach ball belly, that would have taken years to develop. His waist line still increasing until he weighed 340lbs.

"Get out ... get out..." Alex cried putting his hand up to hid his face. I motioned to Alex and we started leaving. "Have fun play with your own tits." I mocked as we left. "I'll kill you!" Alex screamed and we heard a thud hit the floor. I guess he wasn't use to his new weight and lack of muscle.

I went to collect my belongings. But, my old clothes were not going to fit this body either. This time because they were to big. I pick up Alex's clothes and put them on. He wasn't going to need them anymore. I got in the car with Spencer and we drove off. "So ... were do you wanna go now. Home?" Spencer ask. "No, it probably won't be safe with Alex around." I responded. "Ok, let's just get this out there ... that was FUCKING crazy! And your HOT ... by the way. I didn't even know my body could look like this." Spencer blurted out. "Yeah ... I always knew you had this potential. It's funny ... my life is changed now ... but for the better. I guess we had to swap bodies to both get what we wanted." I smiled. "So .. I guess ... what's the plan now." Spencer asked. "Take me to a bus station." I answered. "What? ... Why?" He said puzzled. "Well living a mostly isolated life, you saved a good amount of money ... And, after everything thing I've been through ... I just need to find myself. I need to grow up and I'm not going to do it here." I started choking up. Spencer smiled and used one hand to massage my shoulder, letting me know he understood. His eyes getting watery too. The rest of the ride was silent.

We get to the station and he gets off with me. We walk to the entrance and he stops. "This is as far as I go." He finally let's out. "I guess you won't tell me where your going. I turn to look at him and nod. Understanding the painfulness of the moment. "Honestly, I don't even know my destination. I'm just going to take the first bus out and see where I end up. I’m most likely going off the grind, at least for awhile. But, we'll see each other again, you know." I smiled. He lunged forward to me our powerful bodies tightening as we hugged. "Be safe buddy." He whispered. "Be happy." I whispered back.

We let go and turned away form each other. Walking to face whatever our new lives held.

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A Recipe for Rekindling Love

Tyler and Ryan were a matched made in heaven. From the outside they had a perfect relationship. It was one of those relationships that make you incredible jealous. And, in fact it was a perfect relationship, at least until these last couple of years.

Tyler and Ryan met in high school and were the ultimate power couple. Tyler was a wrestler and Ryan a football player. They would spend their time together hanging out, working out, and playing video games. Where ever one went the other would sure be there.  Everyone thought they were the best examples of friendship, if only they knew. It was during the day of their graduation when the truth was let out. Tyler lead Ryan back to the locker room.

“This is where we first met. Where I feel in love with. Through the sea of hot bodies that filled this room, I fell in love with you Ryan. All the times we spent here after hours. The love and magic are bodies made. I got to know you and you me. I know we are young and right now we are not in a situation to come out, but I want make a promise. I will always love you and when we are ready will you marry me?”

Ryan was shocked but he felt the same way, “Yes, I will always be here for you … I love you, too.” He lean in and began kissing Tyler. Both of them getting in to it. They started making out, embracing both of their powerful bodies. They used their hands to feel every muscled curve of each other’s body. With swift sexual motions they help each other remove their clothes.

However, a group of jocks walked in and caught them in the act, and truth spread out like wild fire. Through the halls of the school. In the whispering done in the seats of the graduating class. The conversation and gossip filled social media. When each boy returned home, they realized their parents knew. Arguing happened; The boys tried to explain, but their words would not be able to penetrate the deeply religious minds of their parents. They were told to leave their houses, as soon as possible

A year passed and both boys had to grow up fast. They became men. Being disowned they couldn’t go to college and live the lives they wanted, it would be put on hold. For a couple of months they were homeless, but over time they found jobs and got on their feet. Ryan found a job at a fast food restaurant right by their soon to be new apartment. While, Tyler ended up find a well-paying construction job, one that could support both him and Tyler. So, he pressured Ryan to go back to school doing something with his life. To get their lives back on track. When Ryan became successful, it would be Tyler’s turn to better his life.

Once Ryan finished college, the problems started. Ryan was having a hard time finding a better job. All this education and he still worked at the fast food restaurant. Tyler grew angry. He felt like Ryan had wasted so much of his time. He was doing nothing with his life. And it showed in their bodies. They years of construction has turned Tyler’s body into a sculpted god, but Ryan’s college life/ part time job left no room to work out. He began to gain weight and become fatter. Fat covering every inch of his body. Now that he was done with school, the weight gained seemed to be worst. Everyday Tyler would come home to Ryan doing nothing. However, Ryan always argued about how starting up a business is hard and sooner or later it was going to lift off. But, the resentment of Tyler and guilt from Ryan began to taint their relationship. Love had left Tylers’ eyes and he saw Ryan in a new light. The only thing Ryan seemed useful for was cooking and eating. Ryan was fat and disgusting. Sex began to feel like a chore. Tyler missed when they were still young and their two fit powerful bodies would unite with passion.

“You’re not happy Tyler” he told himself. “You got to just break up with him; it’s not worth it. Yes you spent so much time with Him, but sometimes things don’t work out. Besides he’s fat a disgusting now. We just out grew each other. Well he out grew you.” He laughed in front of the mirror. “FUCK!! Why can’t I just break up with him?”

Ryan heard everything. He was in shock. Yes they had their problems, but what relationship didn’t. Ryan didn’t think it was already this bad. He let some time past, while thoughts raced in his mind. He laid their pretending to still be asleep. Tyler walk out on his way to go to work, he looked at Ryan and sighed. As soon as Tyler left,  Ryan broke down crying. For the first time feeling how fat he truly has become. His moobs and rolls of fat squishing each other as he sat up in bed.

I couldn’t stand it anymore. Let’s just say I love love. And Thomas and Ryan were perfect for each other. Someone just had to reignite the flame.  And, that someone was going to be me.

Time passed and Ryan did not leave the room, until he started smelling food coming from the kitchen. He fell into a trance and followed it. His belly and moobs shaking with each step. Laid out in the kitchen, was a set of pots and ingredients. Nothing was cooking, but Ryan felt the need  to cook what he was smelling.  With each chop and stir, Ryan’s body was transforming. Fat was melting of him, as now a strong muscled man was standing in the kitchen cooking under a trance. Each motion causing a group of muscles to flex and then relax. His body was an instrument of muscles.

On the flip side, Tyler came home. He was greeted by his shirtless boyfriend, his abs on full display. Something was not right, but Tyler couldn’t focus, as the smell of the food entranced his mind. All he could think about was how much he loved Ryan. All the good times they had … and how hungry he was.  Every spoonful started changing Tyler’s body. His hard earned body started to get cover in fat. His belly started sticking over his lap straining his sweat shirt.

Tyler’s mind snapped revealing his belly, as he started to laugh hysterically. “You took my body!”

“I didn’t mean to, I don’t really know how this happened.” Ryan responded.

Standing there Ryan didn’t care how big Thomas was now. He actually liked Tyler’s new body. He looked cute, soft, and squishy.  He came over to Tyler, “I still love you and I always will.” He kissed Tyler and a flame ignited deep in their hearts. Tylers hands felt  their way across Ryan now rock hard  body. Feeling the power in his movements. Ryan enjoyed the padding and squishiness that Tyler’s body now offered. With his strength, Ryan got Tyler to bend over. Unleashing his new powerful cock up Tyler’s thick ass. Each thrust reminded them of their  love; all the good times they had.

Over the next few days their lives changed. Ryan’s online business picked up; let just say I help with the advertising. And with his new body he had the energy and drive to keep up with demands. Tyler went back to work. His co-workers were surprised by how fat he got. Their minds couldn’t comprehend the magic the occurred, so new memories flooded their mind. To them, Tyler was slowly getting fat over time. They just finally realized it. Now, he was too big to fit in the spaces he need to, he didn’t have the same stamina, and he was creating safety hazards. But, the team didn’t want to leave their man behind. As a group they decided that Tyler’s ten years of working for the company should be rewarded with a promotion. Now he is the fat stereotypical supervisor spotted at every construction site.

Their live were different, but they are happier than ever and they love every part of each other. Ryan cooks for his big man and they enjoy new adventurous sex life. They were meant for each other; they just had to get over some bumps in the road.