Make Me The Fattest Pup On Earth

Make me the fattest pup on Earth 🥵

Story for @mermdom it’s a little gross, so it’s under the cut.

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Stupid Animals

Another day in this madhouse they call a college dorm. I can already hear the commotion outside my room, the unmistakable sounds of my roommate and his jock buddies, partying it up like there's no tomorrow. My head throbs with the remnants of last night's bass-heavy beats. I roll out of bed, my nerd senses tingling with frustration.

I storm into the common area, ready to confront my roommate, who's surrounded by a pack of gorillas... I mean, jocks. They're laughing and clinking their protein shake bottles together like some kind of tribal ritual. My blood boils with annoyance, and I can't help but let my words fly.

"What the hell, man? It's like living in a zoo in here!" I snap, my voice laced with irritation. "Can't you guys keep it down? Some of us are trying to study!"

My roommate, Chad, smirks at me, as if my words are some kind of joke. Typical. He’s never been the brightest.

“Do you not understand that you guys are intellectually inferior idiots?! Can you even understand me?!” I yell at the smelly group of men. “Shut the hell up! Some people are actually trying to get somewhere in life, you stupid animals!”

I storm out of the room, feeling slightly bad about my harsh words.

“Whatever you say, little bro” Chad chuckles vacantly as he turns up the stereo.

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The next morning, as I stumble into the kitchen, my bleary eyes are greeted by an absurd sight. A bunch of bananas sits innocently on the counter, with a note that reads, "For the Zookeeper." I roll my eyes, resisting the urge to crumple up the note and toss it away. I'm not falling for Chad's ridiculous attempts at humor.

But then, my stomach rumbles, reminding me that breakfast is long overdue. With a mixture of reluctance and hunger, I grab one of the bananas and take a bite. It's surprisingly satisfying, the sweet flavor mingling with my annoyance, creating a strange blend of conflicting emotions.

I sink my teeth into the banana, expecting a simple breakfast, but what I experience is far beyond my wildest expectations. The burst of flavor hits my taste buds like a tropical explosion. It's so fresh, so delicious, that my mouth waters uncontrollably. I can't resist devouring the entire banana in no time.

As I finish the first banana, a strange haze begins to cloud my senses. My gaze fixates on the remaining yellow fruits, their vibrant color beckoning me. They seem almost hypnotic, tempting me with their tantalizing taste. I can't help but reach for another, feeling a strange mix of satisfaction and guilt.

I rub against by stubble as I shove another banana into my mouth. I could have swore I had shaved last night? Weird… who cares. This banana tastes so fucking good. Its sweetness filling my mouth as I chew. But as I finish it, a surprise deep fart escapes my cheeks, leaving me startled and embarrassed. I quickly look around, hoping that no one has heard my unintended symphony.

Before I have time to experience my embarrassment, I glance down at my arms, and to my surprise, my once relatively smooth arms now had a thick layer of hair that seems to have sprouted overnight. The hair is so thick and dark. It's as if a mini forest has taken root on my arms, each strand entangled with the next in a chaotic display of follicular rebellion.

I squint my eyes, hoping that this newfound hairiness is just a trick of the light or a momentary glitch in my perception. But no, the evidence is right there, impossible to ignore. I find myself scratching my head and letting out a grunt.

Just then, I hear the familiar sound of the front door unlocking. Chad's probably back from his early morning workout. Panic sets in as I grab the remaining bananas, stuffing them into my pockets, and rush to my room. I convince myself that they're just snacks for studying, a harmless indulgence.

Inside the confines of my room, I stare at the bananas, my mind swirling with conflicting emotions. They have a hold on me, their allure impossible to resist. I convince myself that it's just the taste, the need for a quick energy boost, but deep down, I know there's something more to it.

I open up my books, determined to focus on my studies despite the bloating feeling within my stomach. It grumbles and gurgles, threatening to release a symphony of embarrassing sounds.

Chad and his buddies always found bodily functions and gross humor hilarious. They encouraged each other to outdo themselves, competing with each other to make the biggest smelliest farts. The last thing I want is to become the unwitting star of their crude comedy.

But as I try to concentrate on the pages before me, my eyes drift toward the remaining bananas. The one closest to me looked so delicious. Its bright yellow peel is making me all hazy. Without even realizing it, I grab the fruit and shove it into my mouth.

As the sweet taste floods my senses, a wave of ecstasy washes over me. I slide down to the floor, my back pressed against my bed, lost in the sheer delight of the banana's flavor. The world around me fades into the background as I savor each delectable bite, momentarily forgetting my fears and worries.

As the succulent taste of the banana fills my mouth, my salivary glands go into overdrive, flooding my senses with anticipation. I devour the fruit with an unexpected fervor, relishing every bite as if it were the most exquisite delicacy.

But as the last morsel disappears into my mouth, a sudden pressure builds within my stomach. I feel the inevitable release building up, ready to make its presence known. And with a resounding toot, it erupts from me, shattering the silence of the room.

The pungent odor wafts through the air, assaulting my nostrils with its offensive presence. My face flushes with embarrassment as I cringe, hoping that no one else will bear witness to this involuntary act. But my hopes are quickly dashed as Chad's voice echoes through the door.

"Whoa, little bro! That was a big one!" Chad's voice rings out, filled with amusement and a touch of admiration for my unintentional accomplishment. The realization that Chad finds this sort of thing funny only intensifies my embarrassment, creating a whirlwind of conflicting emotions within me.

But as I glance down at my stomach, my initial embarrassment takes a backseat to a more startling revelation. I’M FAT??! My stomach is now big and round, jiggling with every movement.

I grasp at my now huge round belly, my fingers sinking into its soft plumpness. Panic begins to rise within me as I try to comprehend the implications of this unexpected transformation. How did my stomach become so big? And why is it fattening up at such an alarming rate?

Suddenly, I smell a hot stench. This time, it wasn’t from the farts. As I lift up my arm to investigate the source of the foul odor, a wave of revulsion washes over me. My armpit, once groomed and clean, now appears bushy and unkempt, as if I've neglected it for weeks. The sight, combined with the pungent stench emanating from it, sends a shiver down my spine.

I had taken a shower just yesterday, hadn't I? How could my armpit become so smelly and odorous in such a short span of time? The scent that fills the air is not the pleasant, soapy freshness I'm accustomed to. I guess it’s just my animal stink.

Wait… animal stink? Why did I say that? What’s going on-

“DAMN, BRO!” Chad yells, his voice booming under the door. “I CAN SMELL YOU FROM HERE, YA BIG FAT APE!”

As the realization dawns upon me, a surge of panic strikes through my body. It’s because of last night! I said it was a zoo! That they were stupid animals! Chad’s turning me into a fucking ape!

My body is growing larger and more muscular with each passing moment. The biceps that once belonged to a scrawny nerd now bulge with raw power, urging me to embrace my newfound strength.

But try as I might, I cannot resist the insatiable hunger that courses through my being. My massive arms, resembling tree trunks, seize another banana with an irresistible force, shoving it deep into my gaping throat. The succulent fruit disappears within seconds, devoured by my ravenous appetite. And as I swallow, a thunderous toot escapes from me, a testament to the uncontrollable gas building within my colossal frame, stinking up my enclosure.

With a mixture of awe and disbelief, I watch in amazement as my pecs begin to inflate like two massive balloons, expanding until they press against my very chin. The sheer size and weight of them is both impressive and comical, rendering me momentarily dumbfounded.

Summoning the strength within my colossal body, I rise from my seated position, the ground trembling beneath my big feet. Each step feels heavy. My knuckles drag along the floor as if to remind me of my newfound primal stature.

As I stumble towards the door, I use my massive hairy hands to grab the handle, allowing me to step out of my smelly enclosure and into the common room. A cool breeze caresses my now gargantuan hairy form as I stare at my jock roommate who is now standing the kitchen.

My heart pounds in my massive chest as I cast a fearful gaze towards my roommate, Chad. His familiar face is more smug than ever, his chiseled jawline accentuated by a condescending grin.

Without realising, I absentmindedly raise my colossal arms and start scratching my head like a mindless animal.

I form the word in my mind, ‘help!’. I try to force it out of my neanderthal lips, but instead, all that emerges from my lips is an unintelligible "OOK!" My voice echoes with a primal resonance, a sound that perfectly matches my transformed state. I am a creature of brawn and bellow, stripped of my former eloquence.

Chad looks at me, amusement dancing in his eyes. It's clear that he revels in the sight before him, finding delight in my reduced state. My attempts at communication only serve to reinforce his perception of me as a mindless brute, an object of entertainment rather than a fellow human being.

“Looks like we got another ‘stupid animal’ in the zoo.” Chad chuckles, flexing his biceps then looking at me, his brow furrowed. “Your words, not mine… I wonder if you can even form words now.”

Chad's voice cuts through the air, followed by a thunderous toot that escapes my rear end, filling the room with an odor that could knock out a rhinoceros. The sheer embarrassment of the moment intensifies as my body inflates with another layer of fat, expanding like an overinflated balloon.

Frustration bubbles up inside me, fueling an uncontrollable rage. I clench my meaty fists, brimming with newfound strength, and bring them crashing down upon my inflated chest. Each impact reverberates through the room, the force shaking the walls and rattling the very foundations of our shared living space.

"Boom! Boom!" I pound my chest like a wild beast, a display of primal dominance fueled by my growing frustration. With each strike, my body jiggles and quakes, the excess flesh rippling like waves in a stormy sea.

“Maybe in this new form you’ll finally fucking relax a bit, eh?” Chad laughs at me. “You dumb smelly gorilla.”

As Chad's condescending remarks fill the room, my frustration grows, fueling a fiery determination deep within me. But as he repeatedly refers to me as monkeyman, a smelly gorilla, dumb ape and other demeaning nicknames, something begins to change. Each time he utters those words, my mind seems to dim, a fog descending upon my thoughts.

Monkey. Gorilla. Ape.

The words swirl around in my head, distorting my perception, eroding the remnants of my former intellect. It's as if each utterance chips away at my brain, leaving me feeling increasingly primitive, reduced to base instincts and primal urges.

Chad's relentless mockery continues, his laughter ringing in my ears. I try to fight against the growing haze, to cling to the remnants of my identity, but the words penetrate deep into my psyche, embedding themselves within the very fabric of my being. With each repetition, my mind becomes muddled, my thoughts clouded by an overpowering animalistic presence.

Monkey. Gorilla. Ape.

The names echo within me, replacing the once vibrant and complex thoughts that defined me. My comprehension wanes. What is this big man taking about? He’s big… but not as big as me huhuhuhu. Fuck, I can’t stop scratching my rank pits.

I’m trying to talk to him, but my responses are now limited, reduced to grunts and gestures, a language stripped down to its most basic form. I try to speak but it’s just incoherent babbling, a crude approximation of communication.

Monkey. Gorilla. Ape.

Those words, once used in jest, now define my existence. Chad's relentless barrage of mockery has transformed me into the very creature he belittles. My mind, once sharp and filled with knowledge, now operates on a primal level, consumed by instinct and impulse.

As I gaze into Chad's eyes, I can sense his satisfaction. He has achieved what he set out to do—reducing me to a state of primitive simplicity. A smirk tugs at the corners of his mouth, a silent victory celebration for his conquest.

Monkey. Gorilla. Ape.

“How’re you feeling now, stupid fart monkey?” He smirks.

I scratch my head, staring vacantly at the intellectually superior being in front of me.

OOK OOK

You ever need some dumb pups to transform, corrupt or manipulate? 🐕

You winced as you asked the question, rubbing your neck in a vain attempt to assuage the soreness that had settled in from throughout the rough week.

"You okay, pal?" asked the scrawny, bowtied sitting across from you, before half unseating himself and stammering on. "We can call it quits for today, if you'd like. You look like you really hur-"

"No, it's fine!" you smiled in your best attempt at cordiality, but the pain in your neck made your voice sound a bit strained. "It's just been a long week is all. I've been very busy..."

Your sentence drifted off as you failed to recollect any distinct detail of the previous week, all of it coming to you in a rushed blur before another twinge of pain derailed the thought process entirely. You weren't unfit, and thus were quite used to the odd sprain or pulled muscle from your time at the gym, but it felt as though the discomfort manifested on an almost unbodily level, your massaging hands and careful stretching doing little to ease the pain. What was worse, you felt rather guilty for putting of helping your friend, now reseated and looking more concerned than ever.

"I understand," he spoke slowly, hesitantly, clearly thinking as he looked you over with an expression you might've taken for hunger if you didn't know he was deeply worried for you.

"You know," he pressed with a care that was obvious in his lilting, rhythmic tone, "I don't mean to tell you what's good for you, because, golly gosh, does it seem like you're in a way, but I might be able to help with some of my products."

The spindly figure stooped over to rifle through the leather satchel beside his chair, one you hadn't noticed before. It was not unlike an old-fashioned doctor's handbag, save for the messenger bag strap attached and the dozens of odd pins and patches attached. The clashing colors and icons, decorating the satchel with the hallmarks of a dozen odd internet fandoms you knew of, gave you the idea that your friend was a through and through nerd.

Why was that something you hadn't realized before?

From his button-up shirt to his thick glasses, he left little room for misinterpretation in that regard. Part of you wondered if he didn't usually tone it down a bit more, keep that side of himself hidden for whatever reason. When you couldn't recall, amidst the pain in your neck growing suddenly worse, you tried to recall how you first met and-

You yelped in pain, a vocalization that surprised you and seemingly caused the pain to temporarily dissipate once you stopped focusing on it. Your nerdy companion looked up from his bag, slightly wide-eyed, an undecipherable smile tugging at the edge of his lips.

"Did you just bark?" he asked, obviously bemused in some fashion or another.

"I... guess I did," you said with a smile of your own, though you couldn't be certain why it was there.

Quite suddenly, reality had taken on a dream-like quality, or perhaps things had already felt that way, with you just failing to notice. Your mind felt frothy, as if air bubbles had formed in all the strange little places you couldn't remember things from. What you were supposed to be doing today, why you knew so little about your friends, and where that darned pain in the neck had come from were each their own little cluster of fizz, between your ears, a notion that that would have alarmed you if it didn't feel so relaxing.

"I guess things are moving along faster than I expected they would," you friend smiled, the gleam in his glasses obscuring his eyes. "Why don't you stuff your mouth though. We don't want things to progress to quickly, do we?"

You weren't sure how to answer, having no context for what was being made, but while you contemplated what advancement was being made without your knowledge, your body obeyed orders unquestioned. Peeling the jockstrap from around your legs, the only clothing you'd been wearing to protect your decency for some reason, and tucking it into your mouth. You held the garment between your teeth, not filling your mouth per say, but occupying it in a way that felt strangely natural to you. The automatic nature of the response, in tandem with that bizarre sense of normalcy, alluded to a regularity that you were not conscious of.

Did you usual only wear a jockstrap? Did you often put it in your mouth? Was your friend normally party to these assumed regularities?

Nothing but thoughtless foam greeted your attempts at recollection, and growing used to your failure to remember anything of use in this context, the pain in your neck seemed to only subside further as you more readily accepted your not knowing. Instead you simply continued to gaze thoughtlessly, mindlessly, into the gleaming glasses still peering back at you, a smile beneath their glow being your only hint to the rummaging friend's response. He no longer bothered to look into the bag, fixedly holding your gaze as if the searching was nothing but a formality, an excuse to be there with you.

Why was he here in your home in the first place?

More bubbles.

Come to think of it, was this even your home?

A part of you wanted to look around, take stock of your environment, but there was a magnetic quality to that gleaming stare bearing back at you, holding your focus as if your were an animal being tempted by a treat. Something familiar about that idea rang clearly from across the emptiness expanding across your mindscape, and no sooner had you begun to mentally pull at that thread, brow furrowing in concentration from over your mouthed jockstrap, when a sudden exclamation from your friend drew your attention back to him.

"Ah ha!" he cried, easily pulling out a large book from the depths of his bag. "I found it!"

As strange as you felt, you had to concentrate to overcome a sudden sense of lightheadedness once the book had been plucked from your friend's bag, and once your eyes had focused, you managed to recognize a very familiar yearbook.

"That's mine," you mumbled from around your jockstrap.

"Are you certain?" the nerd sitting across from you questioned leadingly.

You were ready to assert your confirmation, but something about your friend's voice and that strange gleaming gaze made you second-guess yourself. You forced yourself to drag your eyes away from the glasses once more to inspect the book being handed to you. Taking it in your grasp, you became less certain. The name of the school seemed wrong, and the year might have been incorrect. Like most everything else from that evening, your brain was light on details, so you were suddenly certain you were uncertain, ironically.

Flipping it open, you found familiar faces, however, just slightly off. You didn't recall a teacher in such and such subject, and you could have sworn you had a best friend on this or that team. The real head-scratcher came when you turned a page and though you saw yourself, having glimpsed a picture out of the corner of your eye, but after hurriedly fixing your gaze upon it, the familiar face smiling back at you was from behind gleaming glasses.

"Yep, this is my yearbook!" the nerd spoke without your looking up, but you could almost swear he was speaking to you from the page. "Don't I look swell?"

You nodded politely, jockstrap swinging limply as it dragged across the page, but you felt more confused than ever.

"Don't fret too much though," your friend assured from the chess-club page. "You're still in it, you remember. You'll just have to find yourself in my book, since you lost yours."

You felt inclined to do as he said, ignoring a passing inkling that you had meant to be doing something other than taking a stroll down memory lane, and found yourself on the page for some weight-lifting club when your friend spoke up again.

"There you are!" he cheerily announced, pointing to a brawny figure on the page. "See?"

You saw the person he was pointing too, but he didn't seem all that familiar at first. In fact, you were more inclined to identify with the person beside him, holding a water bottle to the muscular young man's lips as he curled two dumbbells. Looking at this second student, however, it was easy to see who the scrawny eighteen year-old was, the caption listing his age and name. It was a name that was strangely familiar to you, granted, but the glasses peering back at you were unmistakable.

"It was always swell helping you in gym class," the spectacled figure dictated from the page. "I was never really good at the weight lifting, and kind of gave up on it after senior year, you recall. I even tried out for water polo once before giving up.

"But golly gosh were you great at lifting! You always had your paws full with those dumbbells, so I helped with by giving you food and water and taking care of you..."

The nerd continued to recall a history that seemed to populate itself in your mind as he spoke it, his words popping the air bubbles in your brain and replacing the space they'd previously occupied. Strangely, it felt as if the air, no longer anchored, simply continued to swell your mind, making it a slow and lethargic process to remember what your friend was talking about, but the longer you stared at the brawny figure he indicated as yourself, it was easier and easier for you to accept. You even mumbled a mindless, agreeing echo of what the nerd said from around your jockstrap.

"Weight lifting... senior year... paws full... take care of me..."

"That's right," the nerd confirmed. "You clung to me like a puppy, even though everyone else thought I was a bit of a pain in the neck."

Looking at the photo, you saw that your hair had been shorn short and trimmed into a tight, simplistic cut atop your head. Your arms were easily double the size of what you had been looking for previously, but seeing them now, they felt right. You flexed your biceps, shifting the book slightly, to feel that you still had the same old strength that you'd used to have, maybe even more. Surely you had worked out even more since school, so it would make since that you had only become more muscular, right?

"Puppy... pain in the-"

Another yelp loosened the jockstrap from between your teeth, and the nerd's lenses flashed from over the book.

"Oh, that's right," he said, more slowly than when he had been eagerly rambling on before. "The pain in your neck. We still have to get it the rest of the way out."

Your friend, his name going missing from your mind the moment he took the book back from you, proceeded to slot it back into the bag. As he did, your mind felt more solid, more actualized, than it had before, and the strange sense of false-reality began to lessen. From just looking at the nerd's bag alone, the pins from the school's old clubs and patches supporting the hometown teams seemed far more correct than they had previously. It was as if you'd been formerly seeing double, and now the two dueling images were coming back together, different than before.

Encouraged by the sense of continuity, you tried to recall what you had last been thinking as the nerd began idly rummaging again, what could have spurred on such progress. You had been talking, or rather listening, about your time in high school, weight lifting with your friend. Part of you wondered what you had done next, despite not recalling. You had been so close to your nerdy companion, it was hard to believe you had gone somewhere without him if you had tended to follow him around like a puppy.

"Ah hah!" your friend cried, pulling out another book intended with another of your strange senses of epiphany and sudden dizziness. "How about this?"

It was a scrap book this time, titled with the name of a college that momentarily seemed familiar to you before any recollections of it receded from your mental grasp. You opened it, and from the first page, a flood of nostalgia greeted you without any sense of why. Pictures of fellow students, a dorm room, a campus, and so much more seemed so familiar to you, yet you were in none of the photos. Instead, a familiar, spectacled face smiled back from every one.

"Brings back memories, doesn't it?" he sighed with pleasant wistfulness.

You didn't know whether to shack or nod your head, so you simply kept turning the pages. It took awhile, but eventually you were stopped again.

"Oh, there's one of you!" the nerdy pointed a scrawny digit at a particularly poorly lit photo.

It appeared that your friend hadn't wanted to be seen, or at the very least, he hadn't minded the photo being taken at a particularly remote location. He was laid out on the grass, on top of a picnic blanket, with dozens of books, ranging from class texts to tabletop roleplaying guides. He was facing a fence, however, and squinting at the picture, you could barely make out a bearded figure half-poised from the surrounding shrubbery with beast-like disregard.

"You were pretty rough around then," the nerd recalled, dismissive pity staining whatever perceptible sympathy he conveyed for the animalistic man on the other side of the fence. "I couldn't take care of you, since I couldn't keep you in my dorm. I snuck you food from the cafeteria when I could, though, and every day, you came back to fill your paws with the stuff and cram it down."

You found it strange, the way he spoke about this man, about you. The amazement that he had expressed about you in the yearbook had largely degraded to lackluster sympathy, as if the outsider he shared a photo with was his yesteryear's muddled attempt at charity. You'd seen from the other photos that the nerd had done well for himself, achieving academically while this bestial shadow of the past dogged in his footsteps for whatever meager nurturing he could be given.

"Rough..." you murmured, transfixed on the shadowy figure and the nerd's glasses peering back at him through the photo. "Take care of me... paws full..."

"Of course," your nerdy friend continued, flipping the page for you, "when I could eventually afford an apartment off-campus with my terrific grant money, you were a bit of a mess."

There were more photos of your and the nerd together, in a familiar apartment, one that you might've thought you'd rented by yourself. Seeing your friend's gleaming glasses in the photographs, however, you swiftly remembered who had been paying all the bills, and in each picture, you lumbered in the background, secondary, lesser. You looked particularly squalid as well, as if to suit the station.

You were clothed in tatters. Your body was etched with dozens of tattoos you hadn't seen in the photos in the last book. Your ear had been pierced, as if you were a simple tagged animal. Your hair had grown longer, despite still being shave to the top of your head. A burgeoning bear enveloped your jaw as well, giving you a neanderthalic impression that was only enhanced by the dull expression that wore in every single picture.

"You were a handful to train," the nerd laughed conspiratorially, though you distantly registered the feeling that the jibe was particularly one-sided. "Me and the other scholars from school always said you couldn't help it though, your mind being so empty comparatively speaking, but you were still a bit of a pain in the neck, simple beast that you were."

Your mind felt like it was swimming in the deluge of new information, all the while becoming increasingly slow from becoming so air headed from all the resolved bubbles, so you were hardly even aware as you oafishly murmured from around the jockstrap in a trance-like mantra.

"Paws full... mind empty... neck pain..."

You flinched from the twinge you experienced upon voicing your discomfort, though the soreness in your neck felt like a problem from a different lifetime. You were hardly even cognizant of the nerd recovering the book from your limp grasp, inserting it into the bag, and rummaging around once more, hidden eyes fixed glaringly on you. A distant part of you worried that the poor thing might fall apart, looking so tattered and worn, featuring animalistic scratches and bestial bitemarks. It looked as though it had been the chew toy of some simple beast.

Simple beast...

As you oafishly drooled into the already well-saturated jockstrap, you wondered why that notion struck such a chord in your increasingly unresponsive mind. You didn't have to think about it for long though, a relief considering that the process was dreadfully slow and difficult. In fact, you were happy to a near-primal degree when the nerd withdrew a new item from his back. Looking up at it, you were frustrated to see that it was a piece of paper, filled with those strange scrawling that the nerd liked reading so much. You had liked it much better when he was showing you pictures.

"Ah, there we are!" he cried successfully, looking down at you with an adoring smile. "You remember this, of course."

You merely panted uncomprehendingly from around the jockstrap, savoring the strangely tantalizing flavors within the fabric that you were suddenly becoming aware of. The document appeared to be certificate of some kind, that you could recognize, but your creeping gray-matter merely boggled at the sight of written information, sloughing off such literary investigations for greater minds. You had your paws full enjoying the jockstrap after all, particularly enjoying a salty undertone you hadn't registered before, and after all, your mind was famously, appropriately empty.

"You signed it at the beginning of this week," the nerd assured you, despite your having been capable of swearing that the inky hand-print now on the page was an actual signature before. "You had had enough and wanted so badly to give up all your stress and worries, even at the cost of your brains, and thus weren't even aware of having made a deal with yourself...

"Well, having made a deal with me," your better half cheerily cooed down to you, his lenses clearing to reveal a pair of familiar eyes, the same eyes you'd vow to having seen each day you looked in the mirror.

"We split things on a fifty-fifty percentile basis," the man spoke down to you with the sickly sweet tone. "I took the brains, the responsibility, the self-expectations, and other such important gifts of glory.

"And as you recall," he stooped down to tousle your hair, which you very much appreciated, "you are left with the past you would've had without me."

For a moment you thought that you considered this a bum deal, that you had been tricked through extraordinary circumstances, and that you might still have the ability to bargain to make yourself a complete person again. Yet, your poor mind was so overburdened by such a complex conception that the stray and final synapse that was capable of such contemplations couldn't handle the activity. Already heavily put-upon for having to traverse over the supposed torrents of your new past (rushing to fill the gaps in your mind) and through the swelling expanse of air-headedness (an evaporated former history's wake), the connection frayed like an electricity line, exploding in a brilliant spray of sparks before leaving your entire mind in the dark.

You hadn't realized when you'd stooped down onto your hands and knees, despite the nerd having begun to look down over you sense, but you now happily wagged your bare behind at having been spoken to so sweetly by the nerd, who you recognized as your leader, your alpha, your owner. Despite not being able to read it on the framed certificate being held pointedly before you, a legal document of ownership in black and white, you knew on a primal level that every part of you that you now were had been guided by every part of you that you were now not. Whether as part of the same person or as a kindly friend feeding you through the bars of a fence, you belonged to the nerdy half before you.

Maybe it was that former connection, having been the same person before, that allowed your new owner to smile in recognition at the glint of understand in your dull eyes, but it is also possible that he simply found you amusing, slapping your full erection against your muscular thighs with every eager wag of your rump. He slid the certificate into the same old bag that he had withdrawn it from, the bag that you now recognized as yours. It was the simple dog bag that contained your leash, your balls, your collar, and every other silly little canine commodity that filled your bestial mind, for only these tawdry playthings could be contained within the muddled mess of your mindscape any longer.

"Well, that's that," the nerd sighed satisfactorily, his rising from the seat once more putting in contrast how tall he towered over a lowly, dumb creature like you.

"I have some responsibilities to attend to, you'll recall," he jibbed down to you in a sweet tone of voice, making any negative connotation incomprehensible to your dull brain. "Since you've been left with the libido, be a good boy and keep your paws full and mind empty, you little pain in the neck.

"Oh, and jam that jockstrap in there good. I don't want any noise."

(This image was pulled from this blog. They're a great image source!)

This was a bit of a wild ride for me to write, and it took quite a bit of fun effort. I hope that it doesn't show, too much, that there were wide swaths were I had no idea what I was doing with it. I did like how many odds and ends I was able to tie up with it though!

Considering future asks for stories, I don't know if I will do more in the future. This was fun, but it was also a lot of work. If I do create more stories from asks, they will likely be a bit shorter.

Anyways, let me know what you guys think!

Museum Collectable

Frank gasped as the cold liquid struck his bare skin. He had been moving things in the basement of the museum when he removed his shirt due to the excessive heat. He was lean, fit and naturally hairless other than the tight buzz cut on his head. Frank muttered obscenities as he tried to get out of the falling liquid’s path only to find his legs unresponsive. Unable to move he just let the raining liquid drown him from head to toe; his pants getting soaked in the process. He hoped someone would walk in from upstairs and help him. He also hoped he wouldn’t be permanently paralyzed. Standing there a stray hair came into his vision, then another, and another. It took a moment for him to realize the hair upon his head was growing at an alarming rate. His once short locks turned into an unruly mess. His gaze then drifted downward where he gasped finding his once naturally hairless chest and torso to be covered in a newly grown mass of curly brown hair. He tried to scream for help, but he was only greeted by the silence and the sound of rain hitting the basement floor. He didn’t notice when the raining liquid stopped or when the light drifted in. All he knew is he was still immobile and had a newly thick pelt of fur on his chest and face. He even noticed a new layer of hair on his arms.His wait only lasted a little longer and he sighed, for a brief moment, in relief as the door to the basement opened and some other employees walked in. “Who dresses up a wax figurine in jeans?” He overhead someone say. “I dunno, but they wanted it moved upstairs I believe.” He tried to talk to them, but still nothing could force his lips to move nor a sound to escape from his throat. He was hauled away and undressed. He blushed as one of the curators of the museum examined his manhood noting that he never expected the new shipment to be so lifelike. To his happiness they left his manhood alone and he was quickly dressed in much more revealing attire before the men wheeled him out to a glass enclosure. The lights dimmed as the museum closed for the night. His reflection finally shown to him. He now understood why he hadn’t been able to talk and why no one recognized him. What once was Frank was a anatomically correct wax mannequin that bared more resemblance to a lumbering neanderthal in his loin cloth than a swimmers build 24 year old homo-sapien

Stories I Love (Part 2)

Again, nothing personal with the order listed here, it's mostly chronological. Tumblr doesn't like a ton of hyperlinks, so the list is in two parts. Here's Part 1.

Though, now is a good time to point out a few major gaps in this list. One, I don't care for celebrity, sports, or sweat/fart transformations very much, so that eliminates a few prolific authors. Two, some authors have much bigger websites elsewhere, like @2xskin or @takeovertales, and I haven't been consistent about favoriting works that could be found in two places. Three, a special shoutout to @piosantaibhseil's very long body swap series which would be tricky to link otherwise.

Also, a special shoutout-- I don't think my blog would have nearly as much of a footprint without @bodyswap-possession-shapeshift's valuable reblog contributions to this community. He remains one of the fastest and most consistent about showing support to all creators on his lists, and I hope he knows how much that support has been appreciated over the years.

By @deviantknight25 : Implanted Mutual to Cover Medal and Leaf Surfeit Changes Partner in Crime

By @transformhim : Learning His Lesson Fun with the Mimic Changing Work Roles The Devil Next Door Sauna Shenanigans

By @tfmybody : The Intern A Fortunate Theft

By @tf-lover : The Homo Bomb - Lewis Ashton 12th Hour The Way You Look Tonight

By @bodyhopper-files : Just A Dream Untitled 12/26/22 How I Transformed My Dad's Life Make Me

By @0ng0ingw0rk : Morning Adjustments Paradise

By @verus-veritas : Slipping Out The Halloween Costume Love Thy Neighbor Untitled 9/24/20 Hard Work Pays Off

By @shootingstarwritings : Beach Bummin' It Back Home Couples Therapy

By @swap-and-possessions : Passed Out Suit Cleaning Buy Low, Sell High

By @kylecrusoe-captions : Untitled 4/15/23 Untitled 10/21/22 Untitled 11/24/19

By @exploratorytfs : Power Exchange Special Weekend Swap Need to Study Free Market Series: Debts, Repossession, Ladder The Swap Booth From Twink to Daddy Swap Kink Accepted On Site Family Gatherings Join Them

By @noface-phantom7 : Possession: BEyond WILLing Bodysuit: Superior Dominic Bodyswap: It Only Feels Right Bodyswap: On Second Thought Bodysuit: Skin Salesmen Demons, Suits and Faces

By @fantasyvessels Don't Waste Your Youth Or Else Project Personal Drones III

By @joshslater : Very PT The Lost Year of Gain My Bully Manhood Exchange Foreign Exchange Another Kyle Eastern Tennessee Golden Years Untitled 6/10/19 Flesh Limited Equal Exchange Partystick Urgent Message Final Answer Wanted Crossdressing