A Stolen Singlet

A Stolen Singlet

You had never done anything like this before! You had always dreamed of this, but never had the courage to go through with it. This was exciting! You told everyone in the robotics lab that you needed to head home early to get ahead on your AP Calculus homework. That was a lie. You grabbed your backpack and began heading in the general direction of the exit, but you had no intention of leaving. Instead, you turned down the adjacent hallway and headed straight for the locker room. The wrestling team had just finished practice and had headed out for the day. You knew that they were gone because their deep voices resonated through the hall as they walked past the lab just a few minutes prior.

Once you reached the locker room, you breathed in the humid air: it was a mix of steam from the showers and musk. You scanned through the cubbies and found what you were hoping to find: one of the wrestlers had left their singlet.

Those dumb oafs always forgot their bags and stuff in class, so you had figured that maybe they would forget something else in the locker room, and wow you were excited at the gift they left behind for you. Picking the white fabric up, your hand instantly became damp. Damn, whoever just wore this really worked up a sweat. Lifting it to your nose, you took a deep inhale. The stench of body odor and sweat filled your senses. It was intoxicating. Your measly member began twitching at the pure manliness that was engulfing you. You contentedly unzipped your bag and placed the smelly singlet inside.

Your walk home felt like forever, but in reality was short, as you were almost running because you were so impatient for what came next. Entering your home, you beelined for your bedroom. Closing the door behind you and locking it, you ripped the still-damp singlet out of your backpack. Lifting it once again to your nose, the sweet stench was pure ecstasy. Your dick began to swell again, but instead of fighting it, you began to rub it. God, it smelled so good.

You couldn't wait to try it on.

Wild with lust, you dropped the singlet to your feet and began unclothing, nearly tripping over yourself as you lifted your hairless chicken legs through the pant legs. In an orgasmic frenzy, you ripped your shirt off, exposing your pasty, gangly torso. Finally, you reached your underpants, throwing them aside and letting your painfully erect cock bob in the open air. Lifting your legs and placing them through the singlet, you began to place the fabric over your body. It was massive. You could fit both of your legs through one pant hole, and the shoulder straps didn't hold it up, as your thin back wasn't wide enough to catch them. It didn't matter. It smelled so good. You reached around the front and found your dick and began stroking it.

The sweat imbued in the singlet began to change you. Your dick, as you rubbed, it began to thicken, growing girthier and longer, dark hair swirling over top. Your small hand stroking your new massive dick began to thicken and stretch. Each finger cracking and popping and becoming stout sausages on your hands. Your forearms tensed as they grew thick and veiny. Your biceps were pumped with both fat and muscle, growing strong and forcing your shoulders apart to accommodate the extra mass. Your armpits became forests of hair, producing the same sweet stench and sweat in the singlet that intoxicated you. Your back cracked and widened allowing the shoulder straps to hold firmly. Massive pecs pushed their way from your chest, becoming enormous mounds and forming a crevice, straining the front of the singlet, as your nipples hardened and became even more sensitive, the contact with the singlet driving your lust further. Your stomach tightened with washboard abs, only to soften as you filled out the singlet. Still jerking off through the singlet, you felt your thighs explode with muscle, squeezing your dick, and sending you further into your frenzy. Your ass swelled into two globes, the same dark hair swirling its way from your dick and covering your massive ass in hair. Your calves grew as your pace quickened. Your feet grew to size 15s. Each toe cracked and popped as your feet splayed across the floor to support your massive frame. Your feet reeked! Of course, they did, you just got back from practice.

Oh god… you were so close…

With a deep bellow, you came into your singlet. Bringing your hand to the wet spot at the front, you scooped a bit of the salty liquid and brought it to your mouth. Sucking on your finger, you moaned at the taste of your own sweat, funk, and spunk. No wonder why all of those freshmen on the team loved the taste of you. They couldn't get enough of you! You had even caught one of them taking a whiff of your singlet after you got out of the shower after practice today. That didn't bother you, though. He wasn't as big as you, but he was still muscled, hot, and his ass was just right. The glint in his eyes as you dropped the towel told you everything you needed to know. You couldn't wait for tomorrow's practice. Let's just say, it's good to be captain of the wrestling team.

Where is Mark?

Every day after work, when you arrived home, you set aside a half hour to simply walk off the stress of the day. Sitting in a cubicle answering phones all day meant you needed to stretch and use your legs. Luckily, you lived in a lovely condominium with a beachfront on one side and a small green space on the other. As you placed your small satchel with your computer and files onto your couch, you grabbed your phone and stepped out. As you descended the stairs you received a phone call. Assuming it was one of your coworkers calling you (again) about not turning off your monitor "properly" or something menial like that, you whipped out your phone to silence it, only to see that it came from an unknown caller. Spam, no doubt. You declined the call and continued through the lobby and out into the exterior.

You turned right onto the sidewalk that snaked around a mound of grass, lined with palm trees. Beginning your stride, you allowed your steps to fall in rhythm with the imaginary music playing in your head. You had made it no more than fifty feet when your imaginary music was interrupted by the non-imaginary sound of your ringtone. You pulled it out once again, only to see it was another unknown caller.

Furious that they had interrupted your rhythm, you decided to pick up this time and give them a piece of your mind. You aggressively raised the phone to your ear, but before you could say a word, you heard a man with a deep voice ask for "Mark." They had to have dialed the wrong number. "This is not Mark, you have the wrong number" you forced through your gritted teeth. There was a brief moment of silence. You thought maybe the man had hung up, but before you could lower your phone to check, the man said "No. This is Mark."

A sharp pain erupted in your chest, and you began to stumble, losing your footing on the sidewalk and staggering into the grass. Everything seemed so... foggy. Your grip on your phone was loosening, and you collapsed in a heap onto your back, your phone landing next to you. You could hear the small voice in the phone asking "Mark. Are you okay?" Everything was so strange. It felt like the world was in slow motion. The pain in your chest had subsided into a dull ache, but your body would no longer respond.

As you lay there immobilized on the ground, you felt your breath tightening. You thought to yourself that you were having a heart attack until you heard the top button on your dress shirt pop off, and the tightness briefly subsided. As you inhaled once again, the tightness returned only to diminish when the next button popped off. Your chest was expanding rapidly with beefy pectoral muscles, stretching out your shirt. With each breath, your chest grew, further and further out until you had a shelf. Your stomach tightened and cramped as hard abs pushed their way out of your formerly flat stomach. Still immobile and unable to see, you felt as your shoulders stretched out and your biceps and triceps grew round and thick. You heard a sharp rip as your shirt opened up underneath you You felt your forearms thickening. Your hands, which were sprawled out on the grass, pushed outward finger by finger, ripping the grass beneath it, and leaving you with meaty man hands.

What the fuck was happening. You could see anything, but at this point, you were unsure if you wanted to see.

Your thighs were next. Your former twigs were widening and forcing themselves into each other, rubbing your unimpressive cock in the process and stretching the confines of your dress pants. You felt as your lower body lifted off the ground, as your ass expanded into two perfect globes of muscle, ripping your pants apart entirely. As your thighs continued to stimulate you, your calves ached as they grew and stretched longer. Your feet thickened and lengthened, with thick hair growing on your toes. Your feet pushed out of your shoes and socks, leaving you barefoot. A sharp stench emanating from your newly exposed feet wafted back toward your face in the ocean breeze. Lastly, your cock began to grow, further pushing it against your massive thighs which grew even further and sending waves of pleasure throughout your unmoving body. Slowly, your cock stretched and thickened, rubbing sensually against your body. Your hips began to buckle. You could move, but all you could do was moan in pleasure as your growing cock masturbated itself. Finally, release. You yelled as you finished, ejaculating for what seemed like minutes.

As you struggled to catch your breath, you heard the phone again. "Mark, are you there?" You picked up the phone and slowly rose in your new hulkish body. "Yeah, I'm here now"

Replacement Barista

It’s another chilly morning in Jericho. You were exploring your hometown in Vermont, feeling a sense of nostalgia as you walk down the familiar streets. You had recently moved back to Vermont after a few years of living in the city, in search of a simpler life and to be closer to family. You've been looking for a job, and you're determined to find one near your home.

Suddenly, your eyes spot something that you don't remember being here. A coffee shop, called the Weathervane, with a bright NOW HIRING sign displayed in the window on the door. Curiosity got the better of you, and you decided to inquire about a job.

As you approach the counter, the barista greets you with a warm smile. They ask if you wanted to buy a coffee. You smile at the thought of you being so polite and amicable this early in the morning. You politely refuse their offer of a coffee and explain that you were interested in working there. You elaborate that you're specifically looking for a job that allows you to be a part of your community, and you were excited about the possibility of working in this coffee shop. With a smile, the barista hands you an apron, no questions asked. A little surprised that the barista didn't even ask you any questions about your experience or background or anything, you look back at them dumbfounded. They explain that they had recently lost their best barista and were looking for an immediate replacement. Holding the red fabric in your hand, you turn it over to see a name tag still on it: Tyler. Assuming that that was the previous owner of the apron who recently left, you dismiss your concerns, and bring it over your head and tie the strings around your back. 

As soon as you tighten the strings, you feel the breath shoot out from your lungs. You feel a strange, tingling sensation that takes over your body. Your vision blurs, and you feel lightheaded, as if you've suddenly lost your balance. It's a disorienting feeling, and you can't help but feel tense. Your heart races, and you're having trouble catching your breath. It's a feeling like you've never experienced before, and you can't quite put your finger on what's happening to you.

You excuse yourself to the bathroom, and begin stumbling towards the back wall as the barista looks on at your disorientation, smiling. You use the wall to support your body as you find your way to the restroom and fumble with the handle. Pushing the door open, you fall forward and brace yourself on the edges of the sink. Your vision has started to clear and you look up at the mirror to reorient yourself, but you're shocked by what you see: the man in the mirror was not you.

Your face looks different, more handsome, and chiseled. You run your hands through your hair which was now adorned with thick curls. Your eyes had lightened into an intense green, with a heavy brow giving them a fierce look. Bringing your larger hands across your new face, you felt your smooth contours and your plump lips. You were hot. Your arms bulged against your shirt as they continued to explore your new body, which was taut with lean muscle. You were strong from lifting bags of coffee beans for the past few months. You had been working here since last summer. You loved the way this job allowed you to connect with the community and meet new people every day.

Feeling better from your sudden lightheadedness, you readjusted your apron, making sure that the “Tyler” on your name tag was clearly visible for everyone to see. You leave the bathroom, ready to continue with your shift.

A Transformative Hike

Living in the country had its advantages for sure. There was plenty of vast open space. You never had to worry about running into your neighbors: the nearest one was almost three miles down a dirt road. There were so few people, meaning you were the only gay man within an hour's radius. Thus, you were inevitably perpetually single. Your parents knew you were gay, and they let you be. You could tell they weren't happy about it, but you were their only child, so they felt like they'd rather have a gay kid than no kid at all. Still, they tried to find sweet young women nearby to set you up with. They were convinced that maybe, just maybe, you could lead a "normal" life, marrying some country belle and working on one of the many nearby farms. They wanted what they thought was best for you, but they just couldn't accept that moving away from this small town and going to the big city where there were more people like you was what you wanted.

While you were laying on your bed in your room, browsing Zillow for apartment listings in the city, your mom unexpectedly opened your door and entered unannounced. Closing your computer quickly, you flung it to the side. Seeing your computer tossed haphazardly on the side of your bed, your mother sighed.

"Honey. We know you're going to be leaving soon."

Oh my god, when most normal parents walk in on their kids hiding their computers in a panic, they think they're watching porn. Why couldn't she have thought that, instead? That would have been less embarrassing. Why did she have to actually know what you were doing?

"Before you make any decisions, please just at least try and remember what you love about this place. Go for a hike through the woods, at least one last time!"

You raised an eyebrow. The forest behind your home was extensive. You remembered your dad taking you through the trails when you were younger, back before you started to detest the dirt and grit of it all. You had hiked, biked, and ridden ATVs on those trails, all with your dad by your side. You enjoyed it back then, but things were different now. You were ready to move on with your life. But before you were even able to tell your mom that you had made up your mind, you looked into her eyes. She looked so sad, batting her puppy-dog eyes. You were going to break her mother's heart when you moved out. The least you could do is go on one last hike for her.

With a weighty sigh, you nodded, and your mother's face immediately lightened up. She turned and near-skipped back out of your room. You were already dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, and it was warm enough out. All you needed were some shoes. Throwing your legs over the side of your bed, you reached across your floor and grabbed your hiking boots. You stuck your feet into them and began to lace them up. Once your shoes were tied and you were ready, you stood up and walked down the hall and out the back door. Heading through the grass, you found your way to the tree line. You traced your way along the perimeter until you found the trail that you had spent so much time exploring when you were a kid. It was overgrown, but the outline was still there. Looking back at your house, you saw your mom and dad waving at you through the window. You were doing this last thing for them, and then you were gone. Taking a deep breath, you began your hike through the woods.

Following the trail left by your feet and tires so many years ago, you navigated your way through the dense woods. Every twist and turn revealed a new memory that you had forgotten: the rock that you had slipped on and sprained your ankle; the outcropping that you had stopped and camped out in; the tree stump that you had crashed your bike into, faceplanting into the moss. Taking in your surroundings, you truly had forgotten how incredible this place was. You had spent so much time reminiscing you had lost track of time, and you were winded all of a sudden. You decided to stop somewhere and take a break, you had been in here for nearly an hour, and you were just about halfway through the loop. Seeing a grassy patch, you collapsed back into it, allowing yourself a moment to rest. But as you landed, you felt something strike your back. Assuming you landed on a stick or something, you reached behind you to pull it away and toss it into the dense foliage, but instead, you felt the rim of a hat. Pulling it in front of you and inspecting it, it was no wonder you didn't see it before you landed on top of it. It was camo patterned. Some poor hiker must've lost it. Staring at this strange hat, you felt this uncontrollable urge to put it on. The previous owner clearly wasn't here anymore, so… finders keepers?

Placing the cap on your head, a strange warmth began to spread over your body. Your dick began to stir in your jeans, swelling far beyond its normal size. You threw your head back in ecstasy, falling back into the grass, moaning. The warmth intensified all over your body, pulsing, and sending you into orgasmic spasms in the dirt and grass. With each pulse, your body swelled. Your legs began to stretch your jeans, your thighs and calves growing large and beefy. Your pelvis thrusting into the air and slamming back towards the earth found support as your ass cheeks swelled into two large globes of fat and muscle. Your hands stretched and grew calloused from years of hard labor. Forearms tensed and bulged leading to your exploding biceps, becoming mountains of pure muscle and strength, stretching the sleeves of your shirt to the limit. As you thrashed on the ground in pleasure, your back expanded, slamming each shoulder into the ground with more and more manly force, and ripping your shirt clean off of your torso. Your pecs swelled into large mounds and your stomach tightened as hard muscle pushed its way outwards. A sharp stench erupted from your body, as thick, curly hair erupted from around your new massive cock. The hair weaved its way around, covering your massive ass in the thick hair, before tracing its way down your massive legs. The thick patch that erupted above your cock began to swirl upwards over your stomach and onto your chest. A beard began to push its way out of your jaw and upper lip, meeting your new curly hairline and giving you manly facial hair that you had never been able to grow before. The raw stench became even more powerful as thick forests of wet hair pushed their way out of your armpits. Still thrashing in ecstasy, your massive arms were lifted, exposing your new bushes of hair, and sending your new odor directly into your nose. The sweet scent warped your brain. You were always like this. A big manly man who loved hiking in the woods and working out. With a deep guttural moan, your dick erupted with a seemingly never-ending stream of cum.

Blinded from the intense pleasure that you just endured. You spread your massive body out on the grass for several minutes, catching your breath. You were covered in sweat, and you stank to high heaven. But you liked that. Bringing yourself to your feet, you stood up to your full height of 6'4". Laying in that grassy patch was a nice breather before you continue your daily jog. You spent a lot of time working out to keep your muscles nice and big. Your job as a farm hand had you doing plenty of manual labor. You began your jog back home, where your pretty lil' wife was waiting for you to come home. She loved the smell of you and would be more than willing to help you out with your second workout in the bedroom.

On The Campaign Trail

Growing up in Georgia, you had felt as though your voice was unheard. Politically, all you had ever known was Republican. Your parents had always voted red, and that was the way that you were always taught to vote as well. In 2020, when the pandemic hit, and you were sent home from college, you had to return to your conservative household, far from the more accepting and understanding friends you had made at school.

Your parents didn't know that you were gay, and they never will. If you told them, you'd be disowned. You had explored a bit during the fall semester and had come to accept yourself, but you knew that your family would never understand, so you kept it quiet. You were just another conservative teen, sent to college and "indoctrinated."

One night, at family dinner, while saying grace, your mother blurted out "And thank you lord for Donald Trump. We know under his eye, those pesky queers won't know what hit 'em." You were stunned. Obviously, they didn't know you were gay, but somehow it still felt targeted. You stood up and pushed your chair back so aggressively it shook the silverware and dishes on the table. You turned to storm toward your room. "You come back here, boy" your father yelled behind you but you were already gone. Slamming your door behind you, you launched face-first into your bed.

I wish I could make a difference in Georgia.

Almost as if on cue, you felt an intense tingling coming from your feet. Lifting yourself off of your face and turning yourself toward your feet, you shuddered with a strange pleasure. Kicking off your well-worn sneakers, you felt your feet stretching within your socks. Peeling them off, you noticed black tufts of hair on the tops of your toes. Your toes stretched further along the floor, as the dark hair trickled up your legs, which lengthened and toned. Soon your legs were covered with a dark forest of black hair. Your thighs stretched next, also becoming entranced with this new hair, but disappearing under your gym shorts. The muscle in your thighs stretched outward and around to your ass, lifting you on your mattress. You felt the jungle of hair spread around your buttocks and into your genital area. The hair trickled up your midriff and swirled around your nipples, which pushed out into lean pecs. The hair snaked its way into your armpits, which became a dense forest of sweaty dark hair, peeking out from the arms of your t-shirt. Your arms were next, lengthening and becoming covered in this same hair. Only as the hair reached the tops of your hands, which began to stretch and thicken, becoming manly paws, did you realize you had become entranced with your transformation. Realizing what was happening, you began to panic until you felt your gym shorts heat up. Pleasure began to emanate from your crotch as the fabric began to thicken. Your cock stretched and thickened, rubbing against the jean fabric that your shorts were becoming. The jeans stretched down, massaging your new sinewy legs, tapering off just above your large feet, which now donned dark leather dress shoes. The heat in your crotch continued. As you moaned in pleasure, your Adam's apple swelled in your throat, deepening your voice into a sultry, yet commanding tone. Your t-shirt began to shift as well, with a red, white, and blue pattern emerging, and the sleeves stretching down your new long arms. Buttons began to push their way out of your shirt, and a collar emerged from the top, rubbing the dark stubble emerging from your neck and jawline. Finally, the pleasure in your crotch reached an apex as you orgasmed into your new jeans.

You took a moment to recompose yourself. You had never experienced such pleasure. The only thing better would be the feeling when you are finally elected to the U.S. Senate. Looking in the mirror, you styled your hair, gave an approving smile to yourself, and stepped through the house and out onto the street. Where your supporters were waiting on the street for your rally. As you saw all of their signs bearing your name, you knew that you were part of something bigger than just you. Jon Ossoff, you are about to make a difference in Georgia.

Slobify me. I’m no coward.

Your wish is my command.

Lets start small, first of all we'll turn you into a nice cocky jock. Something to make your profile picture more suiting. Lean mass, a perfect cut six pack and exuding confidence.

I would have stopped there but you didn't want to take the risk you said "Slobify me" so I'll do exactly that. Guess that is a lot more than confidence exuding from you.

Sexy and sweating like a pig, for some I might say sweating non stop is enough to be a slob but because you seemed so confident to be one I'll go the extra mile for you.

Lets really muscle you up, we need more mass to work with, can't just have some fitness model type body dealing with all the curses you wished for. Whilst I'm at it I think some hair is in order. I haven't given any blokes hair in a while so your body will have to make up for that.

There we go, looking more like my type of guy. Huge muscles, insane strength. That sweat sticking to each strand of hair and finding it impossible to leave your body, B.O becoming worse with every second and becoming more of a permanent stench. But I dunno, you seem to be digging it and still seem pretty confident, well since you love it so much why don't we give you even more mass and some habits to work with. There is a problem though, your body can't put on any more muscle, but you wanted it so you got it.

UUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRP

oh boy that stunk like stale protein and cake mate. You're still a big burly bodybuilder, just one who took the bulk too far. We still aint done buddy. You so desperately wanted to be "slobified" so there is no turning back now. That means more hair and more stink. You'll now be coated in so much B.O you'll wanna hold your nose, hell your eyes will water up from it mate. Alright you giant hairy bulk head lets take a look at you now.

A massive beard and coated in hair, perfect for what comes next. Because you are now such a slob I hope you'll warm up to your habits quick. Things like spilling your protein shake all in your beard and down that muscled gut of yours. Things like never doing laundry again so all your clothes are coated in sweat, cum and protein stains. You'll find food and shakes permanently stuck in that beard of yours, shoving a protein bar in your face whenever you feel even the slightest itch of hunger, and you'll find most of those wrappers stuck to you, forgetting to peel them off for a few hours at a time. Just try not to sit on any mate because you'll find it near impossible to get those big arms back far enough to peel it off your ass.

But I still don't think we're done, in fact I think you still want more. So here ya go, every day you’ll get slightly bigger, slightly taller, slightly more mass, until you become 900 pounds of mass. Your sweat and stench will soak into your furniture but not only that over the next week as you grow bigger your furniture will break under you, first it’ll be your chairs, then your couch and of course your bed. Soon your house will be filled with sweaty wet stinking broken furniture.

Hope this is enough for you mate, if you want more or less just let me know and Ill give you more,

Enjoy being an enormous lumbering beefy slob mate.