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This young guy got married very early and accumulated a lot of fat in just 3 years (2016-2019 pictures 1 to 6)

Now in 2023 he is even bigger (pictures 7 to 10)

The Shy Guy

(story by GoodFortune)

This is a story from the beefyfrat library that I really love, although the original included other characters and some… interesting elements. I edited it just to include Matt, Colby, and the fat gain aspects.

Matt was not so much your typical high school graduate, although he’d like to think he was.  He was scheduled to attend the university of his choice in the coming fall and was not sure what to expect when it came to dorm life.  In high school, he’d been somewhat of a shy individual and had only a select number of friends, but that’s the kind of life he enjoyed.  He was a masculine boy, down to earth, and liked to keep things pretty simple and laid back.  Behind his shy shell, was a handsome man with thick blue eyes and closely cut blond hair.   Previously, he’d been one of those scrawny slender tall fellows that didn’t catch much attention, but in his years of high school he’d found the perfect hobby: weight lifting.  By graduation, he’d been able to go from a pitiful weakling to a respectable 214 pounds of athletic prowess.  The gain didn’t change his reputation or shyness though.  Most people still thought of him as the 6’4’’ skinny guy, but that was about to change. Matt had randomly been assigned a roommate for his college dorm, an all-male dorm.  He didn’t have many male friends in high school, and the ones he did have had chosen different colleges; however, he was excited to meet someone new and to have the new experiences that college was bound to bring.  The only thing he knew about his new roommate was that his name was Colby and no more.  When move-in day finally came, Matt had enlisted his parents and a few friends to help him load his stuff into the little dorm room on the 8th floor of the 10 story dormitory.  He had gotten an early start and must have beat out Colby because when he finally got to the room, no one was there. The dorm room was simple with just a loft bed, a desk, and some drawers on either side of the room except that Colby had decided not to loft his bed.  So he unloaded all his stuff on the right side of the room and set it up, said goodbye to his friends and family, and gave the place a look around.  His room was directly across from the communal bathrooms that had four sinks lined up in front of a wide mirror, a scale, two toilets on the left side of the room, and two shower heads facing each other on the right side.  When Matt saw this, he was both excited and a little scared. As you may have guessed, Matthew is a homosexual.  Although, he has never had any sort of sexual encounters, it was just something he knew and the thought of showering that close to another man started to give his 9 inch meat some life.  He put the thoughts in the back of his mind for the meantime and returned to his room, but when he walked in he was greeted by who he knew was Colby.  Colby was average, to say the least. Matt guess him to be about 5’9’’ with 140 pounds, he had a very lean body with not too much muscle, but what muscle he had was easy to see with the complete lack of fat on him.  Colby had what looked like brown eyes and very short brown hair on top of his somewhat “harsh” facial features, everything very defined.  Matt wouldn’t say he was the most attractive guy he’d ever seen, but he certainly wasn’t the ugliest.   Matt and Colby exchanged their greetings and Matt was quick to learn that Colby didn’t come with any family or friends because he was from out of state and had a long drive here.  Matt helped him carry his stuff from the car and they made some small chit chat here and there and got to know each other a little more. Colby was lying on his bed only in his boxers.  Matt quickly overlooked the thin boy’s body and thought it was nothing compared to the other boys’ on the hall.  He took off his t-shirt and undid his belt then slipped his shorts off.  He looked at himself in the mirror: nice round pecs, defined abs, thick arms, oversized bulge that was still chubbed up from his earlier greetings, and nicely chiseled legs with a plump bubble butt to fill out every part of his tighty whities.  He climbed up into his loft and stared up at the ceiling…then over the edge of his bed down to his roommate who was clearly out for the night.  He fished his manhood out with his paw and gave it a good squeeze to bring it fully to attention.  It didn’t take much before Matt could feel his balls churning and aching.  He felt the orgasm rush forward, his eyes slammed shut, his teeth clinched together, the mushroom head of his meat expanded, and he experienced an extremely intense orgasm quickly followed by an equally large amount of cum, all of which he caught in his right hand that was massaging the head of his cock.  Too exhausted to get up, he simply spread his cum across his abs to clean off his hand, then he tucked his shrinking cock into the pouch of his briefs and immediately fell asleep. This pattern continued for some time to come.  A few months went by while Matt secretly admired all the guys on the hall.  He had grown to love the showers where he was able to eliminate the guess work out of the size of most of their cocks. Colby looked about as average as they come, probably somewhere in the range of 5 to 6.  He also stole glances of other boys on the hall, some large, some small, but all beautiful in their own right.   As it turned out, Matt and Colby didn’t hang out much outside of the dorm room nor did they talk too much…mostly just exchanging words here and there or making small talk when they were bored.  Most of their small talk revolved around Colby’s weight.  Colby was constantly complaining about how thin he was, and how college was going to be when he changed all that.  Colby had plans to eat more and go to the gym and develop a harder, bigger body that all the college girls lusted after.   That’s basically all they talked about besides the occasional tv show or video game they both enjoyed; however, that all changed one night.   Matt was sitting at his desk simply wearing some workout clothes he’d had on from the gym earlier.  He had the overhead light turned off and had the lamp on his desk turned on to help him focus.  Then the door flew open, and Colby fumbled in.  Matt immediately guessed that Colby was trashed beyond belief. “Hey, Colby, are you okay?!” Matt questioned to his intoxicated roommate who was trying desperately to walk towards the bed. “Yeah…man…I-I’m al-riiiiiiiiight,” as he gave Matt a thumbs up. Matt jumped up from his desk and caught Colby has he had started to fall, then he dragged him over to the bed and set him down. “Alright man, you’ll be fine.  You just need to sleep this off.” “That’s…yeah, good idea,” Colby managed to mumble. “Lift your arms,” Matt told Colby has he grabbed the bottom of his shirt.  Colby was slow to respond but eventually got his arms high enough so Matt could lift his shirt off so, at the very least, Colby would have a comfortable sleep.  Matt pulled out Colby’s belt and started to unfasten the button and unzip the zipper.  As he did this, Colby started to paw at Matt’s gym shorts. He managed to grab the waist band, and in doing so, they started to slide down. “Colby, what are you doing?” Matt questioned in almost an angry tone to Colby. “Come on, Matt…I need it tonight,” Colby said to Matt in an almost whisper. “Need what?” Matt was completely confused by what was going on in front of him. “Jus’…jus’ let me…” his whisper died off as Matt finally managed to pull down Colby’s pants and get them off, leaving him in his boxers. “Alright, you’ve had way too much to drink tonight friend, just go to bed now,” Matt told Colby, but Colby didn’t move, he just reached up for Matt’s gym shorts again.  Matt pushed Colby’s hand away, but Colby kept on trying until he finally just grasped the waistband and yanked them down, leaving Matt standing high above Colby in only his undershirt and tight white briefs. Matt was confused by the whole situation. Colby was as straight as they come.  Matt thought that maybe he was curious, or maybe he’d just had too much to drink and didn’t know what he was doing, but then all his thoughts were halted when he felt a hand on his bulge.  Matt looked down to find his roommate mesmerized by his bulge, he was face to face with it sitting on his bed, his hand tracing the outline of Matt’s hardening cock and balls filling the pouch.  Matt was breathing hard, filled with nervousness and sexual desire of what his roommate might do.  Colby put his hand on the waistband of the briefs and slowly started to pull it down until he was slapped in the face by Matt’s finally free semi-erect meat. “Shit…” Colby let out under his breath as Matt’s dick rested against his cheek.  Colby leaned back some, then grabbed the hose at the base and started to lightly lick the tip of Matt’s fully engorged meat.  Matt let out a moan of pleasure fueled by fear and ecstasy.  He put his hands on his roommate’s head, running his fingers through the smaller boy’s hair then slowly pushing him down more onto his manhood.  Colby pushed Matt’s underwear the rest of the way down and let it rest at his knees as he sucked on this head of Matt’s cock.  Colby ran his fingers up Matt’s muscular legs, feeling every muscular curvature as he used his whole hand to feel them as he moved back down.  Then he explored Matt’s inner thighs on his way up again, when he reached the top, he put his left hand on Matt’s waist, and cupped his balls with his right hand, feeling their weight and feeling the cum churning inside. He removed his mouth from the head and licked the tip more, this time his tongue got a taste of Matt’s precum.  Then he put as much as he could in his mouth and started moving up and down the shaft, letting more in him with each thrust.  Matt was lost in the moment.  His dick loved the warm wet mouth of his roommate gliding along every inch of it.  Matt pushed Colby down more on it, trying to get him to take the whole thing.  Colby’s whimpers only fueled Matt’s desire to have him take it all.  He had almost taken every inch of him in until he reached between Matt’s legs and started to push at his asshole with his middle finger.  This was the end of Matt; he couldn’t handle it anymore. He let out a loud grunt as he held onto Colby’s hair very tightly and pushed him down as far as he’d go.  Matt felt his balls draw up and his cock expand in the mouth of his roommate.  Then he heard his roommate choking on the massive load of cum that just smashed into the back of his throat.  Colby withdrew from the cock and fell back on the bed completely spent from the activity.  There Matt stood, his mind finally reeling back, his underwear around his knees, his shorts at his feet, not believing what he’d just done.  He quickly pulled up his clothes in panic and put Colby’s legs up onto the bed, pushing him into place on his bed.  He also noticed the large wet spot on Colby’s boxers where he’d cum himself just moments ago.  He threw some covers on him and then climbed into his own bed.  He was afraid.  What if his roommate told everyone what he’d done with him? What if he refused to room with him and forced him to move out? How could he explain any of this? Or maybe he wouldn’t remember a thing and that would be all? With all these questions running through his head, he quickly fell asleep. Matt was abruptly awaken by his roommate shouting, “Matt! Matt! Dude, look at this!” “What?” Matt muttered as he looked over the side of the bed down to his roommate who was standing there with his shorts unbuttoned and no shirt on. “I can’t believe this.  I didn’t notice it until I was getting dressed, but I’ve finally fallen to the freshman fifteen,” he gave his newly enlarged belly and good shake with his hand, “It snuck up on me! Although I wish I had gained more muscle…I guess it’s a good start, just need to lift harder in the gym, I reckon.” Matt looked in shock as his roommate patted the paunch around his waist.  He couldn’t believe he hadn’t noticed him gain it either, even though it looked more than the freshman fifteen to him. “I can’t even button these shorts, they’re a size 30,” he demonstrated by trying to bring the button together but all he managed to do was bring his belly up more, making it look even bigger, “I guess I’ll just wear some gym shorts today and get some new clothes…I’m gonna go check the scale, hold on…” Matt watched as his fatter roommate walked out, his ass noticeable wider.  For some reason, the sight of Colby’s belly and ass started to awaken Matt’s dick.  Then he remembered last night.  “I guess he doesn’t remember…” Matt thought to himself as he climbed down from his loft bed.  Then he heard Colby from the bathroom shout, “Holy fuck!” Colby ran into the room, “I’m fucking 166! That’s 26 pounds, how did I not realize I was getting this fat?!” He pulled off his shorts and Matt got a clear view of where all the weight was.  Colby still had on the boxers from last night.  They were extremely tight now, his ass was very plump and much wider, and he had nicely formed love handles poking out over the waistband.  Colby pulled up some elastic waist gym shorts that were still pretty tight on him and turned around.  Matt gazed at Colby’s softened physique, his pecs had grown a little more, but most noticeably was his belly, it was much bigger than before, and when Colby put on the largest shirt he could find, there was still a noticeable bulge around his soft belly and pecs. “Shit, I have to go to the gym after class today, I’m a fucking pig now,” he said in embarrassment as he cupped his new belly and grabbed a handful of fat. All Matt could think about that day was the hardcore blow job he’d received from his now somewhat chubby roommate.  How did he not notice his roommate’s belly last night? And why was he so fascinated by the new weight gain? He wanted to know what Colby would look like with more weight, he wanted to touch his belly, his love handles, his chubby ass. He knew that the opportunity would never arise again; but of course, it wasn’t before long that it did. It was a late night, after a long day.  Matt was going to hit a quick shower before finally going to bed.  He walked into the showers, threw his briefs up on the rack and started the water.  After a few minutes, he was surprised when someone else walked in…Colby.  Colby came in only wearing his boxers, his belly slowly bouncing with each step toward the showers. “Thought I’d join you for a quick shower,” he said as he took his boxers off and put them up on the rack on top of Matt’s underwear even though there’s a separate rack for his side of the shower.  As he started the water under his shower head and stepped in he gave Matt’s naked bubble butt a good slap and laughed.  When Matt turned around to return the favor, all he saw was Colby looking straight as his crotch. After a pause, Colby managed, “It’s as big as I remember…” Matt’s stomach sunk, he knew he was deep trouble now, but it was quite the opposite.  Colby reached forward and grabbed the limp dick in his hands, feeling it grow.  Before Matt could react, Colby was on his knees, taking Matt’s dick in his mouth.  Water splashed against Matt’s back and down through his ass cheeks and onto his balls which Colby was fondling and cupping, sometimes he stopped sucking altogether to try and fit Matt’s balls into his mouth, although he got close, he couldn’t get them all the way in.  Matt’s mind was racing, but he knew one thing, as his dick got serviced, he wanted his hands on that chubby body. He nudged Colby up to his feet and looked down into his eyes and whispered over the buzz of the shower, “God…you’ve gained so much.” At first Colby looked a little embarrassed, but that changed as soon as Matt lowered himself to his knees, face to face with the belly that had been taunting him these past few days.  He pressed his face up against the warm round flesh.  It was softer than he had imagined.  He pushed his nose down into Colby’s belly button and felt the fat encase his face.  He stuck his tongue deep into his belly button and wiggled it all around as he heard Colby let out a very audible moan, even over the sound of the water running.  Matt put both of his hand on each side of his belly, feeling his love handles and he pushed the belly fat together to make the fat bulge out into his face.  Matt couldn’t believe it; he finally had this belly all to himself.  He moved his hands around to Colby’s plump ass and began to feel the fat and feel their heaviness as he slowly moved his tongue from the deeper belly button down over the pouch of fat towards the base of Colby’s dick.  It looked just a little smaller than it normally did, some of it buried in the new layer of fat.  He took the 5 inch dick into his mouth easily, and felt Colby’s hands lay themselves on his head.  He sucked on the dick very powerfully while he felt up Colby’s ass with on hand and moving the other around the finger his bellybutton and play with all the fat Colby carried around his waist.  He occasionally slipped a hand down to his own dick that was almost double the size of Colby’s, to give it a few good pumps before returning to his roommate’s body. Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore, he had to do what he’d never done before.  He quickly stood up and when he did, the head of his dick accidentally found its way into Colby’s bellybutton.  Matt pumped it once to feel the fat encase the head of his cock and then he put his hands on Colby’s shoulders and turned him around.  Colby put one hand up against the shower wall, knowing what was about to come. Matt put his hands on the boy’s plump cheeks and spread them wide and let them slap together.  As he watched them jiggle a little bit, he guided his dick towards his roommate’s virgin asshole.  When his head met the tight ass, he pushed slowly in and as soon as the tip entered, Colby winced and let out a whimper. In between Colby’s gasps for air he managed to shout to Matt, “Please…go…easy…on…me…” Matt basically ignored Colby’s pleads and pushed the head of his cock in and Colby let out a huge moan that echoed through the bathroom.  As Matt continued to push himself deeper, he pressed himself up against Colby’s back. Colby’s fat molded into Matt’s abs as the base of Matt’s dick pressed into Colby’s chubby ass.  With each thrust in and out, Colby would let out a moan or whimper, and as Matt continued to pummel his roommate with his dick he reached around with on hand and felt Colby’s belly shaking up and down and felt Colby’s softened pecs with the other hand.  Some force completely overcame Matt as he started to mutter things like “You like this, huh? Answer me, fatboy.”  “You like this fat on you, huh? You like it??”  “You’re such a pig. I can’t believe you’ve gained this much.” under his breath as he started to fuck Colby harder and harder.  Suddenly, Colby’s ass clinched Matt’s dick with such force that when Matt rammed in he was forced over the edge and started to rocket streams of cum deep in Colby’s ass.  When Colby felt the warm liquid fill him up, his cocked bounced up and down a few times and then shot a much smaller load onto the wall that was quickly washed away by the shower.  Matt felt like he’d never stop cumming, his orgasm was lasting much longer than he ever imagined.  When he pulled out of the grasp of Colby’s ass with a loud pop sound, he shot 2 or 3 more loads onto Colby’s ass and legs. After taking a few minutes to shower off and catch their breath, they both dried off and put their underwear back on and went back into the dorm room across the hall.  Colby went straight to his bed and laid down.  Matt went to his desk and sat down.  He, yet again, couldn’t believe what had just happened to him as they both sat there in silence. He was completely lost in a daze until he heard Colby. “Fuck, holy fuck!” Colby sat up fast and stood up in the middle of the room. “I feel really fucking weird right now…it’s all over me.” Matt didn’t know what to think.  He just stood up and looked at his panicking roommate…but then he noticed a change.  Colby’s belly seemed to be bulging out a little more than it was an hour ago.  Not only that, but his thighs seemed to be thickening, his arms too, his pecs began to grow more like tits.  His face started to fill out more, softening his features, on the verge of having a double chin.  His slightly chubbier fingers started to explore his body as it expanded. He lifted up his belly and let it go, watching it jiggle and watching it make his love handles and tits jiggle with it.  Then he was suddenly distracted by a slight ripping sound.  Then it was louder, then a sudden rip let him know that his boxers had finally given way to his fattening ever-widening ass.  When his boxers landed on the floor, Matt was able to see that his dick looked smaller yet, getting further buried in fat. Colby was surprisingly hard and it looked about only 4 inches.  That thought sent Matt’s mind racing knowing that his own dick was now more than twice the size of Colby’s.  Matt was practically drooling as he saw his roommate become even fatter than he was before.  Colby felt his hips as they were layered with fat, giving him a more pear shape.  Then he looked up at Matt and almost pleadingly asked, “What the hell is happening to me?” Without putting anything else on, he waddled fully exposed to the bathroom to see what the scale had to say.  As he walked out, Matt worshipped the sight of his friend’s fat ass jiggle.  Then again he heard a “Fuck!” from the bathroom and Colby made his way back in the room. “I’m fucking 198 lbs! 32 pounds heavier than I was an hour ago!” When he made this statement he grabbed his belly and gave it a big shake. “How did this happen?” he went on. Colby and Matt sat on Colby’s bed and discussed what just happened to him as the night went on.  Surprisingly, Colby wasn’t as freaked out as Matt thought he should be, and the whole time they talked about it.   Colby’s little dick was rock solid the whole time, as was Matt’s.  Colby decided that this was some freak accident, some strange anomaly and vowed to work off all the weight at the gym.  Matt supported him, but wished it would keep happening to him, but just then, Colby seemed to realize something. “You…it’s you, you did this to me!” He stood up from the bed, his whole naked body still shaking. “Me? How did I make you fat?” “I don’t know, but every time we fuck around, I get fatter.” “That’s ridiculous…” “Seems pretty real to me,” he slapped his belly as he ended the phrase, “it’s gotta be your cum, dude. Nothing’s happening to you, so it’s something you’re doing to me…” Without wasting any time, the chubby boy got on his knees and pulled Matt’s already hard cock out of his briefs and started sucking. “Fuck…” Matt whispered, “wait…wait a minute…” he pushed Colby’s head away from his dick. “I just cam a gallon in you…what if we wait until morning…give me time to recharge, it’ll be Saturday.  We’ll have all day,” Matt pleaded with Colby. “Yeah…you’re right, you probably don’t have much left now anyway,” he said as he gave the cock a final lick and then stuff it back in Matt’s briefs. “Alright, let’s just go to bed and see what happens in the morning,” Matt said as he got up.  He gave Colby’s belly and good rub and pat and whispered, “Goodnight, chubs,” before climbing up into his loft bed.   Colby just fell onto the bed still naked and immediately fell asleep, tired from the fucking and the fattening. Colby was awakened by Matt standing naked above him patting his big warm belly. “Rise and shine, pig.  Ready to get fatter?” Without waiting for a reply, Matt jumped up onto the bed, his obscenely large and hard dick flopping around, and straddled Colby’s chest.   Matt’s hard ass sat on Colby’s fat belly and his dick rested between his soft tits.  He pushed Colby’s tits over his dick and started to slide back and forth.  The tip of his dick poking Colby in his soft chin leaving a wet spot of precum on him.  Colby lay there and watched as this athletic man abused his body.  Colby started getting hornier and hornier as he watched Matt’s muscles flex with each thrust.  He was interrupted when Matt slid forward more and shoved his cock deep in his throat.  Colby was really starting to love the sweet taste of Matt’s thick precum and just when he thought he was about to get a mouthful of creamy cum, Matt pulled out. “Wait,” Colby begged, “I though I was going to suck you off.” “I really want that ass again, especially now that it’s even fatter,” Matt said as he lifted up Colby’s thick legs over his muscular shoulders and began guiding his dick towards Colby’s newly loosened up asshole. Colby couldn’t believe how much Matt was getting off on his weight gain, but he didn’t have long to think about it as he felt Matt’s mammoth manhood enter him again. “Fuck Matt…why did you have to be so big??” Colby whimpered and whined as Matt drove himself deeper in. Matt laughed a little and started to move in and out of his roommates ass, moaning in pleasure.  He reached down and started to fondle Colby’s newly grown fat belly and tits. He felt Colby’s fat between his fingers, felt his sagging tits full of fat.  He couldn’t get over how much his roommate had gained, how much of a fat pig his roommate looked like.  Colby suddenly started to feel worried.  What if he did get even fatter? He already looked like he’d never worked hard a day in his life.  What would he tell people? What would he wear? Would he be able to lose it all? This would be the final test.  Matt then leaned over Colby, his hard arms flexing at Colby’s side, and started to suck on Colby’s fat tits.  Colby put his hands on Matt’s head as he sucked sending Colby over the edge.  His 4 incher shot a stream of cum onto both Matt’s strong abs, and his own fat gut, but just because he was done, didn’t mean that Matt was.  Matt kept sucking and fondling Colby’s fat while he slowly fucked him for another ten minutes.  With all the stimulation to Colby’s body, he helplessly cam again, only this time only a tiny pitiful amount of cum came out of his dick.  Then Colby felt it.  He felt his ass become completely filled with cum, and Matt’s groans confirmed it, but he didn’t remove his mouth from Colby’s tit nor did he remove his cock. Then it happened. Colby felt the same strange sensation from before.   “Fuck…Matt…I’m going to get fatter…” Colby whispered over Matt’s heavy breathing. Matt sat up and removed his dick from Colby and watched as his roommate lay there on the bed holding his belly.  He could literally see Colby’s belly start to bulge out more.  His tits swelled much larger than before.  Matt thought that he might be in need of a bra now with tits that big.  His arms thickened, but not near as much as his hips and thighs did.  They seemed to widen before Matt’s eyes.  His belly and thighs had become so chubby that they almost concealed his roommate’s dick completely.  Matt guessed it to be only 2 inches now.  Then he looked up his friend’s much thicker body to his face that had filled out considerably.  He was definitely sporting a double chin now. “Shit, I didn’t think I’d get this fat!” Colby stated in shock. Matt helped him to sit up, his belly completely obscuring his own view of his feet and cock.  He stood up from the bed and headed into the bathroom to the scale, not caring if anyone else saw him. On his way out, Matt was able to see the incredibly wide bulky ass that was leaving and he felt a sudden twitch in his cock.  When Colby returned, he simply grabbed his tits and gave them a good squeeze and said “This is what 253 pounds looks like…that’s more than a hundred pounds from when I got here…I’ll never be able to lose this weight…” “I’m so sorry,” Matt pleaded, “I had no idea this would happen.” “It’s not your fault, but what am I going to wear? I need bigger clothes.  What am I going to tell people?” “I think I have a big sweatshirt and sweatpants that you may be able to squeeze into for the meantime…I’ll run to the store a buy a lot of oversize clothes that you can hide in…maybe people won’t notice too much.” “Won’t notice!? I think a hundred pounds is easily noticeable…but I’ll worry about that when it comes.” That day Matt stocked up on bigger clothes for Colby and not too many people commented on his gain.  Colby avoided classes that he didn’t have to go to and remained in the dorm room for a majority of the time; however, his plans had backfired because after a month he had gained five pounds from the lack of activity.  It could have been much worse if Matt had fucked him again, but they put an end to that to avoid any more unwanted fattening, but what was worse is that Colby was actually starting to enjoy the fat, lazy lifestyle that, by the looks of his body, he’d had his whole life.  He actually found it arousing that he was winded and out of breath from having to walk across campus to get to class.  He also started to try on old clothes to see just how fat he had become.  He’d put on old briefs that would only come up to his round thighs, or shirts that would only be able to cover his breasts before ripping down the seams.  He would also pause to lift up his belly and feel his significantly diminished dick that was barely visible soft and only 2 inches hard.  He loved the thought that a hot man with a 9 inch meat had done this to him, and soon thoughts of getting fatter entered his mind.

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So there Matt sat at his desk in the dark dorm room.  It had been awhile since he’d initially fattened up his roommate by accident.  Colby was completely lethargic now.  He was afraid to leave because of everyone he knew.  There was no way to explain his weight gain and he wasn’t about to tell everyone he knew that he was a slut for his roommate.  He’d watch his tall handsome roommate out of the corner of his eye get dressed in the morning. He’d watch his muscles flex as he put on a clean shirt or pulled up some briefs over his sculpted ass and tuck his flaccid manhood into the pouch.  That’s when Colby would reach down under his belly and fondle his own diminished manhood that was more like a child’s dick now.  He was becoming completely obsessed with Matt, and he decided that he had to satisfy his cravings. Unknown to Colby, Matt felt the same way.  For some reason, Colby’s expanding waistline had really gotten to Matt.  Being forbidden to fuck him again, Matt’s desire for his chubby roommate skyrocketed.  Matt was normally a calm young adult, but more and more he found himself uncontrollably horny.  When he woke up in the mornings, his morning wood would normally subside within a few minutes, but not anymore.  He found out very quickly that he was distracted by thoughts all day unless he relieved himself early on.  He would sit in class thinking about how his roommate waddled across the room now.  He’d think about how his own cum had completely ruined his roommate’s body.  Then the next thing he knew, he was stuck in class with 9 hard inches in his pants. So he started the habit of waking up a little earlier to take an early shower to take care of himself to avoid his roommate and the morning rush to the showers.  That worked for a little while, but soon her was becoming overwhelmingly horny during the day, and by the time he got back to his dorm it was like he could feel the cum building up in his balls begging for release.  As soon as Colby would go to bed, Matt would lower his briefs and pull out his already semi-hard dick and get to work.  He’d look over his loft down to his shirtless roommate taking in his big belly and plump tits that, not long ago, were almost pecs.  He’d lean back on his pillow and close his eyes remembering when he’d witnessed Colby’s growing.  Colby’s whole body widening and rounding out.  If that’s what his cum could do to his roommate, what would it do to other guys? What would happen if he swallowed his own cum? Before he knew it, his cock swelled in his hands and spewed all over his chest, arms, and face.  His load was unbelievably large; however, he didn’t have time to think about it because he quickly fell asleep exhausted, not even bothering to put himself back in his briefs. Colby’s lust for Matt had continued to grow. He wanted Matt so bad again, he wanted to feel his tight body pressed into his and he had decided to make his lust known once and for all. It was a late Wednesday night for both Matt and Colby.  Matt had been finishing up some homework at his desk while Colby had been eating double fudge brownies and watching late night television.  Colby’s lifestyle had completely changed.  While he had once been somewhat outgoing, he was now completely sedentary and his appetite had grown significantly.  He spent hours in the dining halls eating everything he could fit on his plate, and he’d load up on candy from the vending machines to eat in his dorm.  His new change of lifestyle had made it easy for his weight to climb up to 283 pounds of pure fat.  He’d gotten Matt to buy him new clothes when needed, and he was just about to outgrow the sweat suit he’d been wearing that Matt had gotten him when he weighed about 250 pounds.  Matt finished his work and got ready for bed.  After he brushed his teeth and so on, he undressed to his briefs and asked if he could turn the lights off which was perfectly fine by Colby who was just about to head to bed too.  Colby stood up and took his shirt off right in front of Matt.  Then he looked down at his large belly and sagging tits and grabbed a handful of fat and asked Matt, “Dude…am I too fat?” Matt just looked at him and shook his head, “Of course not…you look fine.” “I just feel like a complete slob lately…like, I can’t believe I did this to myself.” Matt knew that Colby had gained a lot of weight on his own recently when he should have been exercising trying to lose the fat, and hearing this overweight boy in front of him saying that he was ashamed of his fat struck a chord in his dick that was starting to chub up in his briefs.   Matt tried to ignore it though, “Don’t worry about it man, you can lose the weight, you just have to put your mind to it…that’s all…” He was starting to become entranced by the belly before him. “I just don’t think I could lose it…even if I tried…” Colby answered, lifting his heft up and letting it fall and jiggle.  He was trying to get Matt interested again, and it was working.  Matt couldn’t handle it anymore; he put his big paws on his roommate’s gut and started to play with the fat.  Then he cupped Colby’s tits in his hands, they were so large and round, more like a woman’s tits than any manboobs he’d seen before.  Matt guided Colby to Colby’s bed and told him to lie down, then Matt climbed on top of him and started to suck on his large tits.  He felt their heft with his hands as he played with his nipples with his tongue.  Colby moaned loudly in the dark, putting his hands on his roommates head.  Matt rose up off the bed and yanked off Colby’s sweat pants and saw his tiny cock poke out of layers of fat.  As it turned out, Colby hadn’t been wearing underwear because he’d outgrown all his boxers and was too embarrassed to ask Matt to buy some bigger ones.   Matt’s dick was already rock hard and begging to be released from its fabric prison.  He walked down the bed towards Colby’s head and freed his cock.  It bounced out, every veiny inch begging for attention.  The head of his cock was face to face with Colby’s mouth, and Colby knew exactly what to do.  Matt began to feed his cock to Colby.  In between breaths and in between sucking, Colby managed to tell Matt, “Don’t…cum…in…me…” then he went right back to work on his roommate’s large dick.  Matt had almost completely forgotten what his cum was capable of until Colby reminded him, but he didn’t spend much time thinking about it, he just reached over and started playing with Colby’s big tits and belly.  Colby reached around his roommate’s waist to bring him close so he could devour more of his cock. He started to play with Matt’s firm bubble butt with his chubby fingers.  It wasn’t long before he started to poke his sausage links at Matt’s extremely tight ass.   Matt was caught off guard by the anal stimulation and immediately his balls drew up, his cock expanded, and without thinking about it, he climaxed and shot his load all over the back of Colby’s throat.  Colby was powerless, it was so deep he couldn’t spit it out, but knowing what was going to come made his tiny cock climax as well.  His cock dribbled out its tiny load and Colby waited as he accepted his defeat. Matt pulled himself out of Colby and managed to spit out an, “I’m sorry,” but it was too late, he could already notice the changes in his roommate’s body.  Colby put his hands on his belly as he felt it grow heavier.  He felt like a pregnant whale, his body starting to balloon.   Matt watched as Colby’s belly lunged forward and covered Colby’s little dick completely.  His thighs grew so thick with fat that it forced them apart more.  His ass and hips widened dramatically becoming soft and curvy, taking on a more womanly appearance.  His face rounded further and formed a solid double chin.  Then his arms were weighted down with more fat, bigger than Matt’s arms, but these arms where the arms of a weakling fatboy.  Finally, his tits rounded out even more, sagging to the sides.  They were the biggest tits Matt had ever seen.  All Colby could do was moan and groan as he got fatter, ballooning upwards of 350 pounds; nearly 200 pounds of flab since he’s arrived at college.  He couldn’t believe what had happened to him, his body.  He laid there on his back, feeling fatter than ever, but strangely hungrier than ever. After that encounter, Colby had been satisfied of his lust for Matt, even though he continued to jerk off his ever-shrinking cock thinking about him.  Matt realized just how hard it was getting around at his new weight.  He got tired very quickly.  He rarely left the dorm room.  He found it hard to fit into the classroom chairs now so he basically quit going, and it was nearly impossible to tie his shoes.  Even with all these hardships, it was still a turn on somehow.  He didn’t worry about it.  He enjoyed the fat like it was a new toy.  Playing with it, rubbing his belly to get himself off.  Christmas break was coming soon and he’d be going home.  He didn’t know how he would explain the weight to his parents and friends, but he didn’t worry about that for now.  Now, he just wanted to enjoy life as a fatass, eating what he wanted, when he wanted.

– Semester had ended and for the next few weeks Matt mostly enjoyed hanging out with his friends and family, as well as his brother, John, who he’d become much closer with.  Matt was also glad that John was an extremely heavy sleeper because, on occasion, Colby would call after John had fallen asleep and Matt could get an update on his fattening friend.  Colby was always sure to mention the amount of fattening foods he’d eaten, as well as the embarrassment and humiliation he’d received from everyone he knew.   While he was certainly embarrassed by his marked weight gain and the never-ending teasing, for some reason, that was what turned him on about the whole situation.  It caused him to eat more than ever and to grow bigger on his own.   These types of calls were agonizing for Matt whose dick could barely handle the overweight information.  While on the phone with Colby, he’d always give a look to his “big” brother to make sure he was asleep before he forced the sheets down and took his manhood out.  Hearing Colby talk about how fat he was becoming, how his body had been ruined by Matt drove Matt over the edge night after night.   It was one week before school started back that everything went a little haywire.  One late night while John was sleeping, Matt was feeling sleepy and just about to turn the light off when he heard his phone vibrating.  It was Colby and he said a muffled hello.  Matt was quick to find out that Colby was gorging on a late night snack of double fudge brownies.  He was eating fast and extremely horny, and this just made Matt hornier but he was so tired he just shoved his briefs down to the floor and flopped on the bed jacking off immediately.  He had completely forgotten about the muscled boy nearby.  He was too busy listening to Colby eat and get fatter to care.  He listened as Colby stuffed his fat face with brownies, and he heard him smack his newly huge belly every now and then.  Matt just kept telling him to eat more, kept telling him about the body he used to have and how fat he’d become.  By the time Colby had finished his late night meal, Matt was on the verge of exploding, his cock pulsating in his paws.  His thighs flexing; his abs flexing harder as he got closer.  Then Colby revealed something to Matt that sent Matt’s body into a raging orgasm. “Man…when we get back to school…I want you to fuck me again…make me even fatter.” “Oh shit,” was all that Matt was able to whisper as cum rocketed out of his lengthy cock.  He let out a soft moan and heard Colby doing the same on the line.  The cum splattered everywhere, all over his chest and legs, even some on his face.  There was cum on the bedsheets too.  He said his goodbyes to Colby for the night and looked at the mess he’d made.  He got up from bed and walked naked around John’s bed to the bathroom, letting his softening cock flop around.  He grabbed the hand towel by the sink they used to dry their hands with and cleaned himself off then walked back into the room to get what he could off his sheets then threw the towel back into the bathroom, pulled his briefs up over his meaty ass tucking his softened cock into the pouch, climbed into bed, and quietly drifted off to sleep.

When winter vacation was finally over, he packed up all the stuff he’d brought home and overloaded his car with luggage.  It didn’t take long before he was on campus and bringing things up to the room.  He opened the door to see his once thin roommate standing sitting at his desk.  His belly was poking out of his extremely tight white undershirt that outlined every pound of fat as well as his plump womanly tits.  He had on a tight pair of sweatpants too.  They only made his love handles more pronounced.  Matt noticed that he was chewing and then he saw the pack of twinkies on his desk.   Matt stepped in, shut the door, and dropped what he was carrying.  He walked over to Colby’s desk and grabbed a twinkie, unwrapped it, and shoved it in Colby’s already full mouth.  Matt reached down while Colby was still sitting and chewing and lifted up his shirt, letting his fat roll out.  He threw the shirt aside and took off his own shirt, then undid his jeans and stripped down to his tighty whities.  His muscled body, his firm round ass and well-defined pecs, arms, abs, and legs all looked infinitely better next to the fat slob who was stuffing his face in the chair in front of him.  Colby stood up and pushed the chair aside still facing away from Matt.  Matt stepped forward and pushed his hard body into the shorter, much fatter boy.  He reached around under Colby’s flabby arms and grabbed his hefty belly in his hands letting his fingers sink into the fat.  Colby kept chewing away while one of Matt’s hands lifted and dropped his gut and the other squeezed and cupped his double D breasts.  Colby could feel his fat fill in the ridges of Matt’s athletic torso.  Colby felt like a pig; he felt so unbelievably fat, and he was.  Matt reached over and got another twinkie, unwrapped it and shoved it in his pig’s mouth while gently thrusting his growing bulge into Colby’s wide ass. Matt couldn’t wait anymore.  He yanked down Colby’s sweatpants to find that Colby wasn’t wearing any underwear.  He was also greeted face to ass with Colby’s very wide, very fat ass.  Colby’s asshole was deep between two round globes of pure fat, not an ounce of muscle beneath them.  Matt stood up and guided Colby to Colby’s bed.  Colby’s fat thighs shaking together, gut pouncing with each waddle.  Even Colby’s almost invisible dick was bouncing in its fat prison under his belly.   Colby struggled but managed to climb up on the bed on all fours; his ass up in the air waiting.  Matt immediately pulled down his briefs letting his manhood flop out.  His balls were aching, they looked almost swollen, bigger than normal.  They were craving release, and Matt was ready and willing to give it to them.  He climbed up behind Colby’s awaiting jiggling ass.  He gave it a good slap to watch it jiggle.  Not only did it jiggle, but Colby’s thighs, belly, and tits all swayed with it.  Matt held his meat with one hand, placing the other on the pig’s ass in front of him.  Matt pushed forward, his cock pushed Colby’s fat cheeks aside while he aimed for his ass.  His ass was so fat that Matt’s cock felt like it was already deep in his ass when it was actually just surrounded by Colby’s fatass cheeks.  Matt’s cock head finally pushed up against Colby’s tight asshole.  Matt could barely contain himself.   He was filled with so much lust and desire.  He needed to cum so badly; he was beyond horny.  Colby moaned very loudly as Matt’s large head penetrated Colby’s ass.  Matt moaned just as loud in a deep manly voice.  It was better than he imagined; so fat, so tight.  Not long after the base of his cock pressed into the soft fat of Colby’s ass cheeks.  He was deep within his pig now. “You’re so fat now…you like it…you like this, don’t ya bitch, you like being a fatass,” Matt said forcefully to Colby.  Matt couldn’t think straight, he didn’t know what was coming over him.  His desire was in full control. All Colby’s could do was whimper and take it all.  Each thrust felt like he was being filled up even more than the last.  Matt’s dick was so big, and Colby only wanted more.  His whole body jiggled as Matt thrust into him and out of him, sometimes pulling out completely and then reentering.  Matt was grunting and moaning while Colby shook all over.   Then Colby heard Matt let out a very loud moan and felt Matt’s grip on his love handles harden.  Colby could feel the cum unloading within him.  It was filling up his ass and after a few seconds he felt very full.   He felt Matt pull out of him, and then he was rolled over.  He looked up at Matt’s sweat covered body.  The sweat only managed to magnify his muscles.  His pumped chest and arms; his still-hard dick swinging between two grand thighs.  Colby put his hands on his belly that was still shaking slightly from being turned over.   Suddenly, he felt very hungry, like he would never get enough to eat.   He heaved himself up off the bed, leaving Matt there.  He waddled, holding his starving gut, over to his desk and started shoveling in twinkie after twinkie. “I’m…so…hungry!!” He yelled, his voice muffled with food. Matt watched in shock as his roommate shoved 3 twinkies into his already full mouth.  His belly sagging over onto the desk.  His tits swinging as he gobbled down the food.  As Colby mindlessly stuffed himself silly, the changes were starting to take shape.  Matt watched as Colby’s tits swelled up even more.  They were huge jugs of fat that, at the moment, were very disproportional to the rest of his fat body.  His belly lurched forward onto the desk, taking up more and more space in front of him.  With his belly so large, it was getting hard for him to reach the twinkies that had been pushed back by his belly.  His bellybutton became extremely deep as his love handles spilled over his own waistline.  As he continued to gorge on food, his ass and hips widened dramatically, making his ass cheeks two large pillows of fat.  Colby almost lost his balance as his enlarging thighs forced his legs apart and completely engulfed what was left of his still hard dick.  His face finally started to receive some of the fattening as his neck thickened more as well as his face rounding out ever so slightly, but Colby was still chewing away and didn’t even notice the fattening.   He only took notice when it became hard to hold the twinkies after his fingers plumped up further turning into short thick sausages.  By this time though, the twinkies were all gone.  Colby licked his plump lips and put his chubby hands on his enormous belly resting on the desk and let out a very loud burp. Then he looked down and realize what had happened to him. “Holy fuck! Shit…oh fuck…” was all he managed to say when he realized his gluttony. Matt gazed at his completely overtaken roommate and knew that this semester was going to be better than the last.

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Father-in-Love

‘Today was the day,’ Miles hummed to himself as ran his electric razor over his chin. There were going to be a lot of eyes on him today, he had to look his best. 'The day I’ll be set for life." He smirked, flicking the clippers off. Setting them aside. He straightened his tie in the floor length mirror. Admiring his sharp profile. He was a striking young man, and he knew it. An immaculate Armani suit tailored to fit his slim frame perfectly. It was hard to keep his eyes from lingering on his reflection. He ran his fingers through his loose pompadour, making sure blond locks kept their styled yet carefree energy. If looks could kill…and at this point, they probably. Miles had lost track of all the women he had loved and left over the years.

He was accustomed to a certain lifestyle, namely one of luxury and opulence. Money was meant to be spent, but his parents disagreed with his habits. They had cut him off entirely as soon as he turned 20. It wasn’t fair, so what if he flunked out of college? He had parties to attend, resorts to visit and girls to slam. He didn’t have time to study, besides his natural talents didn’t require an education to master. Seduction was his calling, manipulation of the fairer sex. That was how he made his way through life. He was a gold digger and he had no shame in that regard.

It was almost too easy sometimes; just case some lonely girl, learn what she likes and be that man for a month. He’d be her prince charming and she’d leap at the chance to house him, feed him, buy him whatever he asked for. The relationships, such as they were, would never last. Usually they’d run out of money or the poor wench’s parents would ferret him out. But he had learned from his past mistakes, this time would be different. He had this mark on lock.

Charlotte Bigotes was her name, they had met two years ago when he was vacationing in the south of France with his last meal ticket. The poor girl could barely look at him, she was so shy. Her little heart skipped a beat when he flashed her his most charming smile. He knew it was charming because practised it daily. Her defences were no match for Mile’s wiles, she was unused to the attentions of other men. Charlotte was on the curvy side, modest and nerdy. An absolute bore in all honesty, the kind of girl who genuinely would rather study than attend any social events. Traits she shared with the rest of her immediate family. If Miles wasn’t already familiar with her family name or the bank account that came with it. He would have ignored her entirely. Despite her drab tastes and homely appearance. She was the heiress to a multi-billion euro fortune, her family owned mines across the globe.The Bigotes family was one swimming in gold, emeralds and rubies. They had more wealth than Miles could spend in a lifetime and it would be in his back pocket within the hour. All he had to do was slip this wedding band on her finger, mumble a few platitudes and be set for life.

Miles had to play his cards close to his chest for the last two years so far. All just to slip under the notice of her Father’s baleful eye. That old fat ass was far more canny than anyone else he had to deal with before. Miles had not choice but to be careful and it had been torture; minimal trips, no new clothes and very careful consumption. It was like living in abject poverty! As soon as the honeymoon began all bets were off. He’d bathe in wine flecked in gold before the month was through.

Bang bang.

A firm knock at the door jerked Miles from his fantasies. It must be one of the hotel staff calling him to join the wedding party in the dining hall for the ceremony. It was strange, they were earlier than expected. Miles walked across his dressing room and opened his door. His body tensed up as if buffeted by a frigid wind.

There in the doorway, flanked by his brick-house bodyguards stood Alejandro Bigotes. His father-in-law to be. Alejandro stood there haughtily, his thick arms folded over his rotund torso. Miles grit his teeth, masking his frustration behind another one of his charming smiles. “Good afternoon Señor Bigotes.”

Alejandro was unimpressed, he never was. Unlike Charlotte, Alejandro was suspicious of him from the start. Watching his every move like a hawk, he did not approve of their relationship from the start. It was a miracle that Charlotte even got him to fund this sham wedding in the first place.

“We need to talk.” Alejandro said in his accented English, Miles didn’t know a word of Spanish and it was obvious Alejandro resented him for it. Among other things…not that Miles ever saw a problem. Most of their family was fluent in English, so what was the issue? “May I come in?” The heavyset man asked. Miles stuffed down the impulse to slam the door in the fat man’s face. He wouldn’t get away with it, this entire wedding was coming out of Alejandro’s wallet. All he would have to do is cancel the venue or send away the caterers and everything would have to be delayed. Miles would just have to play nice…for now.

With Formalities settled, Alejandro barged past him, his head held high. The old man’s pride was almost infuriating. Alejandro carried himself with a quiet dignity, he never bragged he didn’t have too. He was entirely immune to any comments about his weight, or his height or even his hair loss. He was plain ugly to Miles, but the money and influence had put portly old man leagues above him. He was a man with ‘make-you-disappear’ money, he didn’t have to announce his importance. Most already knew. It wasn’t fair that he had suffered servitude to the tycoon. Miles shut the door behind Alejandro, stopping his bodyguards from following him inside. Alejendro wasn’t the type for casual or cordial visits, he must have had an agenda for this. Miles braced himself for whatever fuss was to come.

“It seems you’re dead set on being a part of my family, Miles.” Alejandro said coolly, tweezing one of the ends of his absurd hussar moustache. Its points extend well past the sides of his face by at least an inch.

“If you’ve come to convince me to call the wedding off, my answer is still no.” Miles huffed, annoyed with the old dwarf’s persistence.

“I am aware.” Alejandro said plainly, slipping his hands into the pockets of his pinstripe suit. “That’s not what I am here to do, stupid boy.”

Miles narrowed his eyes, unsure at what the old man was playing at. After all that needling, he was suddenly willing to resign himself to his fate? That didn’t sound like Alejandro, there had to be an angle. There always was with men like him. “So what? Are we going to have a heart to heart? Can I finally call you dad?” Miles asked with an obnoxious level of sarcasm.

Alejandro smirked, shaking his head. Of course the old bastard wasn’t going to make this easy. The old man pulled a coin from his pocket… “Yes, a heart to heart was the plan.”

Mile’s face went blank, staring at him perplexed. “What? You’re going to try to…bribe me with pirate gold?” He asked dully, scratching his graceful chin. The old man rolled his eyes, poised the coin on his thumb. With a crisp ‘ping’ he flipped the coin. The metal caught the natural light pouring in from the windows. It shimmered with iridescent light as it spun upwards. It was captivating…

“I know what you are, gold digger. You want to sit on your bottom and piss our money away.” Alejandro declared, his disgust plain. Miles grimaced, he had heard this speech before. Whenever they were alone together, Alejandro would make his contempt known. But he was a slave to his daughter’s happiness and Miles had her wrapped around his finger. It didn’t matter how clever Alejandro thought he was. All Miles would have to do is play victim to daughter and Charlotte would stonewall the old bastard. Her denial was too strong. Miles only wished this fussy codger would take a hint and just give in. Alejandro caught the coin and flipped it again. Juggling the coin as he paced around his future son-in-law. The younger man found his eyes drawn away from Alejandro to the glittering silver. He couldn’t look away from the beautiful shimmer. “My daughter deserves better than a rat like you. If you wish to be a trophy husband, you will look the part.”

“Wha…what are you…?” Miles droned, it felt like his brain was filled with clouds. Something was wrong, he felt like he needed to run, He had to get away but his body would listen to him. Miles was rooted to the spot, his thoughts becoming more sluggish by the second. He just stood slack jawed, his sleepy eyes following the coin as Alejandro rolled it on his knuckles.

“Fixing the problem.” Alejandro said coolly, eyeing the thin man before him with undisguised derision. “First, my daughter needs a strong man to take care of her. Not some silly bean pole boy.” The old man harrumphed, catching the coin with two fingers. Immediately, pain rocked Miles’ body, he dropped to his knees clutching himself. It started with his spine, each vertebrae popping as they grew longer. A cascade of growth spurts washed over him, his limbs burned as the bones stretched. His suit taught against his body as he grew from 5’10 ft to 7 ft in a mere minute.

Miles collapsed onto all fours, breaking into a cold sweat. “How…are you…?” He panted. Alejandro silenced him, pressing the coin against his lips. Another wave of heat washed over him. Thoughts of nights spent womanizing and burning through more cocaine than an L.A. bachelor party were replaced with an unrelenting obsession with physical witness. Three hours in the gym, every other day with no exception. 5,000 Calories minimum daily intake. Miles would be huge, he had to be huge. The thin man reeled, his whole body was on fire but it was a good burn. A new high he had to chase, nothing else made him feel so alive…well almost nothing.

Suddenly the back of the younger man’s suit jacket tore open as his traps and lats ballooned, expanding far beyond his clothing’s ability to contain. The surge of mass rippling down his deltoids and biceps, his arms swelling with strength obliterating his sleeves in the process. His washboard stomach bulged, sending the buttons of his suit scattering across the carpet. His flat chest inflated until each pectoral was as large as his head, perched nicely on his balloon gut. Miles’ massive hands moved between his growing thighs, cupping his throbbing dick. He was so hard. So painfully aroused, the feeling was oppressive but there was no relief.

Alejandro paced the growing giant, like a farmer inspecting a steer. The younger man was nearly nude, most of his clothes torn off his enormous body. Alejandro nodded his approval. “Getting better. You’re almost a man now, almost.” He chuckled. Miles stared at his huge and unwieldy hands, how could there be more of man than this? The older man gave him the answer. He flicked the silver coin against Mile’s now quite voluminous ass, it bounced clean off. From that spot, hairs began to grow outward. Covering Mile’s rump in black fuzz. The dark hairs rolled over the younger man’s smooth skin, down his thighs and up his back. It grew densest on his forearms and upper torso, he was still young after all. More would come with age. The now quite hairy man could only gape as the skin of his beach ball belly and pecs were covered by the dense growth.

Then he felt the changes setting into his face, his beautiful face. He could feel his brow growing more pronounced, his sharp cheekbones lost under full jolly cheeks. Fear, genuine fear twisting in his gut as sharp as the burn of his budding beard. Miles held himself, but gave him no comfort. All it did was remind him of how furry was now.

“Oh god…I’m like a gorilla.” Miles sobbed. No woman would want him now, not even Charlotte. He was hideous, he knew it. He was a swollen hairy beast, his life was over! The old man had ruined him! Alejandro ran his hand over the hill that was Miles’ back, up the lad’s bull neck. He held the coin before the young man’s eyes, shining it into his face.

“And you love it.” The old man stated, matter-of-factly. Miles glanced up to see the dancing primatical stars reflecting off the coin’s surface. His fear drifted away, his body relaxed. His scruffy face furrowed in confusion, did he…? He thought hard, racking his muddled brain.

“Yes, you’re proud of your masculine fur.” Alejandro smirked, stroking the sprouting stubble on Miles’ chin. The younger man blinked slowly, his eyes falling onto his burly body. He rubbed his round belly… he did kinda like how the hair felt on his palms. He had to admit… he liked when Alejandro stroked his back fur even more. He cupped his hefty pecs, he was an impressive beast wasn’t it? Mile’s cock agreed, his body felt so…good. How couldn’t he be proud of it? Other men could only dream of looking this manly.

Alejandro took the coin, holding it flat to his palm. He ran it through the budding bear’s blond hair. The colour draining from the hair, a rich black taking its place. The colour blending seamlessly with his beard.

Soon after, Mile’s scalp began to itch despite being treated with his favourite luxury brand conditioner just that morning. He scratched his head and a chunk of hair came off in a clump. Mile’s stared at it, the cool air stark on the bald spot left behind.

“Ah, the price we paid for our bounty. All our hair migrates south.” Alejandro chuckled, stroking Miles’ head. The younger bear’s breath caught in his throat, feeling that soft palm glide over his head. He could feel hairs slipping away, like peeling off velcro. More and more of his scalp exposed to the open air. It was such a scintillating sensation, and his cock agreed. Miles moaned, one of his mammoth mitts Alejandro’s belly. Soon finding its way under the old man’s suit jacket and up his shirt. He could feel the thick growth on the older bear’s belly. He remembered now…he always admired the old man’s pelt, so thick you could barely see his skin. He could only pray he’d catch up one day…Miles closed his eyes, smiling contently. Though the expression was mostly lost beneath the tangle of his beard.

The older bear didn’t seem to mind Miles’ getting handsy. Alejandro was more than content with pushing Miles’ hairline further and further over the young bear’s head. Past his ear and over the crown. Stroking the hair away inch by inch until the young man was blessed with a norwood 7. Miles opens his sleepy eyes, catching his reflection in the floor length mirror. A giant knelt before him, the pride Miles felt as flexed his arms and watching his biceps bulged was palpable. He was a mountain of a man, with forests of hair on his chest and back. All that fuzz stopped at his head, his barren peak. He didn’t mind balding young, of course he didn’t… Plenty of men he admired lost their hair young.

Men like Alejandro…

The young bear’s eyes drifted to the old bear. He was a vision, immaculately dressed. His smooth head shining like a jewel. Sure, it was obvious from the shadow left behind that the old man went bald the natural way years ago but he shaved what remained so meticulously. The old man’s own dark pelt just ended at the base of the skull. It just excluded control, few would notice the beast hidden beneath the old man’s suit. Then there was his moustache, carefully groomed without a hair out of place. Alejandro was so put together, unlike him and his wild poof of a beard. “I don’t think I’m ready for the ceremony … I’m– I mean I look a little unkempt. Maybe a moustache would be better?" Miles asked, failing to notice how much deeper his voice had gotten.

“Oh? Think you’re ready for facial hair worthy of the family name?” Alejandro asked, cocking his head. He slipped the coin back in his pocket, he would have to return it eventually but he didn’t need it anymore. It’s done its job. Alejandro looked around the room, stroking his chin.

“Uh I…I just thought.” Miles sputtered, suddenly deeply ashamed of his own brazenness. The older bear stepped away, leaving Miles holding air. What was he thinking asking such a thing? He wasn’t a part of their family yet, he had no right to their dynasty…

“I’m borrowing these.” Alejandro said frankly. He held up Miles’ discarded razor, the younger man’s eyes lit up. The old bear closed the distance, grabbing onto Mile’s unkempt beard. Miles straightened up, sitting on the floor like a dog; quiet and obedient. “We’re taking down the fringe too.” Alejandro added, flicking the razor. The younger bear nodded, tipping his head upward offering his chin to the dominant shortstack. Alejandro plunged the razor into the mess of a beard, scooping off a chunk off Mile’s double chin. The shorn tangle fell to the floor to join the pile of casualties of Alejandro’s whims.

“Fuck…” Miles moaned, leaning into the turning blades. Alejandro was a brutal barber, jerking his head harshly in whatever direction he saw fit. Sheering away his unruly facial hair with controlled strokes. The younger bear rutted his erection against the carpet uselessly. He was still so aroused, it was painful. The firm grip on his head, the razor purring against his skin. The short man was so commanding, shaping him into a proper man. It was all so deeply attractive; he couldn’t bear it any longer. The moment Alejandro finished with his face, a thick walrus moustache spared as the only survivor. Miles blindly dove into the old man’s groin, mouthing the bulge in Alejandro’s trousers. Alejandro just gave him a pat on the head and resumed mowing away his fringe.

When the razor went silent, the younger bear remembered himself pushing himself away. He fell clumsily on his ass, his face a deep red. “S-sorry, I–I don’t know what came over me…I.” Miles babbled, his words trailing off. The old man opened the fly of his trousers, his fat cock flopping free. Miles’ five inches were reasonable, perhaps a little small on his colossal frame. The diminutive man before him had twice that, ten inches of uncut masculine pride. To the younger man’s amazement, Alejandro began to unbutton his suit. Fat fingers working quickly. “But what about…”

Alejandro stopped undressing to wave him off. “Rule #1, boy. Do not mention my daughter when we fuck.” He huffed, shrugging away his jacket. The vest went next, button by button as he continued. “And we will fuck, often.” Miles only could watch as the old bear opened his pressed white shirt. His broad pale chest and pillowy belly were enshrouded in black body hair. “Charlotte knows, I fuck who I want when I want. The servants, the maintenance men. I could plow you on the dining room table while we eat breakfast and none will object. You do understand?” Miles nodded, blushing harder. I couldn’t understand why the idea of being fucked by his father-in-law in front of his wife was so… appealing.

“Get over here. We’re giving that moustache a test run.” The older bear commanded, pointing to his cock. Miles’ brain stumbled, thoughts tripping over themselves. He was straight wasn’t he? No no, He used to think he was, he just never met a man who really appealed to him before. A true man like Alejandro. He crawled forward, kneeling before his sexual mentor. Even on his knees he was up to the old bear’s chest. So naturally, he started dragging his tongue along Alejandro’s tits. The old man guided his aimless mouth to his nipple, Miles’ latched with his teeth gnawing gently on the nub as the old man held him there. He could smell Alejandro’s raw musk, wild and earthy. Miles took it all in, teasing the old man’s tits as Alejandro held him caressing his head.

It was hard for Miles to leave that behind but there was more he wanted to explore. He migrated southward, shoving his face into Alejandro’s middle. Miles inhaled, indulging in the moment enveloped by the old man’s pale belly. It was so soft and warm, he couldn’t stop himself from showering it with kisses. The younger bear dragged his tongue down from solar plexus to navel, Alejandro’s rug of man hair tickling his tongue. It was such a delicious texture. As Miles hit the end of the slope, he ducked down beneath Alejandro’s stomach, letting the soft flesh rest on his dome. His breath hitched when he saw it up close, the old bear’s cock. Miles’ huffed down the length, the old man’s musk was so much stronger here. It was addictive, he had to taste it. Miles swallowed Alejandro’s cock, half choking it down. The scent of the old man’s groin was calling to him but his gag reflex was pushing back. They were at an impasse, but when he felt Alejandro’s hand on the back of his head Miles’ knew which one would win in the end.

Mile’s choked and he heaved, he fought for every inch. His moustache dragged down Alejandro’s length as he sank deeper into his newfound addiction. It was a difficult war, between that cock and his gag reflex. He was sent back coughing five times but Miles was determined to impress. When he finally buried his nose into the old bear’s fupa, cock bulging his throat. The younger man knew it was worth it. “Oooo… I don’t care how much this cost me. It was worth it.” Alejandro growled, clamping a hand firmly on Miles’ bald spot. He pulled his hips back forcing the overeager lad to withdraw. Alejandro took command, shoving the hungry lad into his balls. Miles eagerly accepted the gift, slobbering the weighty sack and sliding his tongue underside of the old man’s cock. Cocksucking just seemed to come naturally to him, he didn’t even flinch when Alejandro thrusted back into his maw. The old man forced a more reasonable pace on him, only offering half of his sizable dick. Miles’ didn’t object, he just dumbly sat the old man and used his mouth as he saw fit. Drool dripping from the corners of his moustache.

Alejandro pulled out, his palm held firm against Miles’ head to keep him from chasing after it. “Face the mirror, on your hands and knees.” He ordered, Miles’ obeyed lumbering in front of the polished glass. Seeing his new reflection, they looked so much like father and son. It was funny how he never noticed that before. The youth was still there, sure, but his moustache made him so much more mature. He ran his hand over it, feeling the bristles. It was so outrageously thick, he couldn’t even see his lower lip without opening his mouth all the way. Miles was so enraptured, he didn’t see the older bear sinking down behind him. One arm rested on the crook of his back. Alejandro went right for the kill, tongue pressing against Miles’ virgin pucker. The old bear hummed contently as he gave Miles’ hole its first kiss.

“Huh…?” Miles murmured, bowing his head. It was sensory overload, he could feel the old man’s tongue and whiskers pressed against his unweathered ass crack. A hot slick lashing into an area he rarely even thought about. The younger bear’s hole was like a fortress; it was so tight. Alejandro took it as a challenge, lavishing the ring with the brunt of his ravenous appetite. He held his lips tight to the rim, his tongue teasing it like a locksmith working latch. Miles trembled, bowled over by the wave of pleasure. Alejandro’s wet tongue was worming its way into him bit by bit. The strangeness had receded, replaced with an intimate pleasure. The younger bear reached for his cock impulsively, promptly receiving a harsh slap on his ass.

“Do not touch yourself, silly boy. You’ll be cumming hands free rest assured. Or do you doubt my skill?” Alejandro hissed, wiping the spit from his chin.

“N-no Señor!” Miles whimpered.

Alejandro sighed, cursing his own temperament. “It’s fine, cub…and just call me Papa.” The old man asked, sinking to his haunches and resuming his passionate kiss with Miles’ ass. He lapped against Miles’ furry crack, preferring actions over words. This was a far better way to apologise.

“Yes…mmph, Papa.” Miles rumbled. He arched his back as far as he thick torso would allow in an offering his ass. Pushing back into ‘Papa’s’ veracious mouth, giving himself fully to his future to father-in-law. No one had ever worshipped any part of his body like this before. Just kissing his ass for minutes on end. Miles could feel the old man’s drool dripping down his taint, but Alejandro showed no sign of tiring. It made all sexual encounters that came before feel so empty by comparison. The old bear’s tongue pushed into him like a battering ram, cramming deeper and deeper into the ring until it pierced fully. Miles’ whole body shook, feeling a man’s tongue force its way inside him. His toes curled and cock twitched. Alejandro withdrew, spitting on the stubborn hole. He replaced his tongue with his thumb gently circling the ring nudging the opening wider.

“Ah, that’s better…” The short dom chuckled to himself, easing his thumb in. Miles’ hole clenched on it, but still gave way. He pulled a small bottle from the back pocket, flipped open the cap and poured liberal amount on his cock. The old bear pushed his hips forward, his fat cock riding up Miles’ crack . “Are you ready to be a part of this family, Miles?”

Miles could hear his heart beating in his ears, the anticipation almost as thick as Alejandro’s waistline. The old man was grinding against his ass, he could feel the impatience in each thrust. There was a beast hiding under that upper class mask, a true bear. And that bear was going to wreck him. Miles lifted his head, meeting Alejandro’s predatory gaze. He wouldn’t back down, he’d make this old man proud to call him cub. “Yes, Papa bear. Fuck m–” Miles could only squeak the last syllable. Alejandro’s cock barged its way in, stretching him wide open. Miles’ hairy hands clenched, digging into the carpet hard enough to yank the fibres out but he did not utter a word of complaint. Alejandro was merciless, pushing in every inch in one slow thrust not stopping until his balls tapped his new cub’s arse.

Alejandro raised a thick eyebrow, his expression inscrutable. He simply stroked his wide chin for a moment, which thankfully gave Miles a moment to adjust to the invader splitting his arse open. Alejandro reached out, stroking his cub’s bullneck. “You can cry out, cub. You don’t have to hide it.” He soothed, running his hand down Miles’ vast back. The younger bear didn’t have time to enjoy that comfort for long. He could feel Alejandro’s length drawing back. He braced himself, Alejandro thrusted firmly into his guts. Hard enough to rock Miles’ burly frame, the cub bellowed in pain. “Good cub.” Alejandro grunted as thrusted again, building momentum like an old train falling into a steady almost mechanical rhythm.

Miles’ panted heavily, threatening to buckle under the old bear’s relentless thrusts. His fat ass was starting to tan red partially from the constant impact of Alejandro’s hips and partially from the occasional open palm slap the old brute gave him. Miles felt consumed by Alejandro’s presence, the diminutive bear staking his claim with each hammering thrust. Miles had nearly hit the point of breaking when he noticed it. There was something in the pain the young bear couldn’t quite grasp but it was… delicious. The longer the old man fucked him the more intense it got. It was difficult to place exactly when his grunts of pain became grunts of pleasure but his groans of appreciation were growing louder by the minute.

Alejandro leaned back, pulling his belly out of the way to watch his weapon sink in and out of his future son-in-law. Miles’ thick cheeks rippling with each crash of his tireless hips. “Cub, I’m glad we had this talk.” He huffed, smirking at Miles’ through the mirror. “I see a lot of myself in you.”

It took longer than it should for Miles to grasp what he said, his brain drunk off the throb that surged from his hole as it was filled and filled again. He gazed lovingly at the image he saw in the glass. The hairy, hefty man pounding his ass raw, his round gut resting on his lower back. Miles had to admit, he looked good taking a dick. “I hope you see more…ngh! A lot more…”

“I will.” Alejandro promised, lowering himself onto his cubs back embracing him around the middle. The old bear settled into a solid rut, the short thrusts sending waves of pleasure faster than before. Miles felt his short cock twitch, climax looming on the horizon like a coming storm.

“Papa…” Miles moaned, craning his neck to look Alejandro in the eye. It was harder than he expected it’d be.

“Yes, cub?” The old bear rumbled, rubbing circles over his cub’s chest.

“Would you fuck me on my back? Please? I want to see your face when you…” Miles began, his voice timid. He flushed, struggling to put his desires into words. The older bear patiently waited for him to finish." I want to see your face when you cum inside me." He finally sputtered. Alejandro pulled out wordlessly and in an instant Miles found his 288 pound frame rolled onto his back, his legs spread so far back his knees touched his shoulders. And there was Alejandro, his papa bear lording over him an expression on his well-aged features that Miles had never seen before. A warm paternal smile, radiant joy in his eyes.

“Of course, Cub.” Papa bear purred, slipping himself back inside his giant cub. The sting the second time around was negligible. It was nothing compared to the gratifying feeling of fullness that came with it. Alejandro climbed onto his cub until their foreheads tapped together, folding Miles onto himself to compensate for the height difference. Alejandro plunged down into his cub, striking just the right place inside that made Miles’ mind reel. The young bear could only whimper as the old brute kissed him, hard. Their whiskers meshed and their tongues fell into an intimate waltz with Alejandro taking the lead.

It was paradise, pressed down on his upper back with his ankles over his head. The old man, his papa bear pumping into him like a piledriver. His cock sandwiched between their sweaty bodies, throbbing in the friction. Alejandro’s musk had intensified, emboldened by the arousal and exertion. There with the old bear’s earthy musk was a new scent. It had a savoury smell. It reminded the cub of charcoal and salt. It never occurred to Miles in his fucked dumb state, that the new scent he was huffing was his own. The stench of their sex hanging heavy in the air. Miles reached for Alejandro’s face as they kissed, checking to see if the old man was really there. He clutched the old man’s head, sliding them over Alejandro’s smooth scalp then down his neck until he was combing through hairs on his papa bear’s back with his shaky hands. It wasn’t a dream, the old brute was real. He was real and raw and inside him. Mile’s eyes fluttered shut, his mind carried away in the tsunami that was their masculine sex.

Alejandro came first, molten seed flooding the younger bear’s guts. His papa bear’s flow finally faltered, his hips bucking haphazardly as he unloaded his balls. It hit Miles like a bullet, not just how it felt but what it was. The old man had bred him. Miles cried out, his eyes rolling back and he came with a roar. Miles’ vision went white, his brain shorting out entirely. Miles’ back arched involuntarily, his body unfolding like a musclebound futon. His load fired out into the air, drenching him in rope after rope of nut. His wildly bucking knocked Alejandro off his feet, accidentally flattening him under his cub’s heft.

Miles stared blankly ahead, white as far as he could see. His vast chest heaved, he was exhausted and sore but it felt glorious. Like he was weightless, drifting in a sea of pure love.

“Miles…” a voice called to him, he knew that voice now more than ever. It was Alejandro, his beloved papa bear, who had come to find him. “Miles, are you hurt?” The old man asked, waving his hand in front of his cub’s eyes. Miles blinked, realising the void he was gazing out into was just the white ceiling.

“Argh, damn…” The younger bear complained, hauling his body off the carpet. His ass hurt, his back did too. Yet he still felt a profound sense of contentment that permeated from his heart to his fingertips. “I’m ok, sorry ab-.”

Alejandro waved off the apology. “The fault was mine, for trying to show off.” He admitted, rolling his shoulders. He winced in pain, his back clearly nagging him. As virile as he was, his age was catching up with him. Alejandro neatly tucked his dick into his trousers, if it wasn’t for the sweat that dotted his dome. You’d never have guessed what he was doing moments ago. "Come Cub, we need to get you cleaned up. The officiant will be expecting you.”

“Oh yeah…!” Miles said vacantly, bumbling to his feet. “I got so caught up in our talk, I forgot…” He trailed off, he looked down at himself then around the room. His clothes were strewn all over the floor, mixed with piles of cut hair. When did clothes tear? He couldn’t place the chain events correctly, like he was forgetting something important…

“Ahem. Driver, bring in the spare suit I left in the back seat. Our groom is going to need it .” Alejandro cut-in, speaking through his phone. The man on the other end responded promptly in the affirmative and quickly hung up. “Miles, there’s a shower in the staff area. Use it, we can’t have you on the stage spattered in cum.”

As much as Miles agreed, he didn’t even have scraps large enough to cover his modesty. “But I’m nude, what if someone sees me?”

Alejandro smirked, grabbing his cub by the rump. “You’re going to be a Bigotes, they should be thanking you for the pleasure.”

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Miles made it to the dining hall in record time. He strode primly up the aisle at the head of the ceremony surrounded on both sides by lush bouquets of ivory roses in crystal vases. The dining hall was resplendent, banners of silk taffeta tumbling from the ceiling in waterfalls. Each guest seated in white velvet chairs around tables covered delicately embroidered tablecloths, silver candelabra and even more fresh cut roses. No expense was spared… It made him uncomfortable.

Most of it was his idea, an opulent destination wedding at a 5 star hotel in Dubai. It was so tacky, why did he insist on all this? He could not grasp why, no matter how hard he wracked his brain. The priest was standing under the arch waiting for them, stroking his snowy beard. He was dressed in those white and gold ceremonial vestments that Miles had insisted Alejandro have commissioned so he’d match the decor. Miles grimaced, memories of this demonstration of extreme spendthrifting were going to find him whenever he tries to sleep for the rest of his life.

As they took to the podium, the bridesmaids and groomsmen splitting off to their respective sides Miles realised something was off. His groomsmen were all staring at him with expressions of confusion. What was wrong? He wondered, was his tie crooked? His moustache mussed? The anxious bear began to examine himself, trying to get to the bottom of their odd looks.

“Who the fuck are you?” Hissed a clean cut man from over Miles’ shoulder. It was Bret, his best man of all people.

“Bret? What do you mean ‘who the fuck are you?’ It’s me!” Miles huffed, looking down at his old friend.

“Aaaaand who is ‘me’ supposed to be? Where’s Miles?? That’s his spot!” Bret protested, taking an aggressive stance. The music cut and their guests began to whisper amongst each other.

Was this a joke? All he did was shave his beard, it wasn’t that much of a change. They didn’t have to make such a big deal of it. Miles wheeled on the belligerent best man, ready to put an end to their jeering. He didn’t get a chance to, the priest cleared his throat and one of Alejandro’s bodyguards emerged from the silk banners like a shark striking from depths. In a flourish of fabric, Bret was gone as if he’d never been there to begin with.

The priest stepped in, projecting his voice to the sea of murmuring onlookers. “Please, excuse the interruption everyone. It seems the best man had a little too much to drink.” He levelled his steely gaze at the remainder of Miles’ groomsmen. “Hopefully the rest of the wedding party knows to stay on their best behaviour from here on.”

The five remaining men cowered from the priest, looking to Miles then back to the fearsome holy man. They seemed to resign themselves to whatever was happening here. The priest took his place back behind the podium, giving Miles a wink. The young bear could only boggle back at him. ‘What was that about?’ The younger bear pondered, his brow furrowed. He’d have to have a conversation with Bret later, he had more important things to worry about. On que, the music changed and the two most important things stepped into the room.

Basking in the glow of the sunset Alejandro walked proudly up the aisle, looking as regal in his understated suit as he always did. Alongside him, their arms interlocked strode Charlotte Bigotes. Miles’ beautiful bride-to-be. She was dressed in a simple gown, an embroidered bodice and a floor length skirt. A veil covered her face but Miles could make out her rosy cheeks and red lips through the sheer fabric, he knew them anywhere. Most people would overlook her, she was just the ‘spoiled’ heiress to the Bigotes fortune but Miles knew better. They dismissed her as nothing worth noting, but Miles knew better. She had been taking responsibility for several of their holdings while she was still in university. Her father valiantly took the fall for her youthful mistakes while she gathered real experience. She’d be ready to take full control of the company soon, Miles was so proud of her. He couldn’t stop himself from crying, his heart overflowing with joy.

“You look so beautiful.” Miles sighed as she lifted her veil.

“So do you.” Charlotte smiled, offering her hands to her giant husband. Miles puffed out his chest at the compliment. “Thank you Papa.” She added, giving her father a little bow as the old man stepped away. Alejandro took his place at the priest’s side, giving him the nod to begin.

'Dearly beloved, we’re gathered here today…" The priest began to recite, speaking the words that would bind them in matrimony. Miles had to let go of Charlotte’s hands to wipe his eyes. He couldn’t stop the happy tears, Charlotte didn’t mind. She took his hands back in hers gazing up at him lovingly. Alejandro watched over them, that paternal pride written all over his face. It was like they were in their own little world, cut off from the many that would fail to understand their bond.

Miles would do anything in his power to help insure their happiness, an unparalleled house husband. Today was the start of a beautiful marriage, today was the day Miles found true happiness

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Hello all, I just want to say that I appreciate your continued support. I have had quite the busy summer, dealing with many lifestyle changes and trying to search for sustainable jobs. I’m still writing off and on of course so more is on the way although I just can’t quite say when. So, I figured I could start doing an official leaderboard of my stories and maybe turn some of you onto my older (and most popular) works.

1. Family Breakfast

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4. One of the Boys

5. First Drink

6. Knowledge is Power

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8. Getting Into Character

9. From Principal to Athlete

10. Old Money

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Blake Ingalls ran a hand through his thin, scraggly facial hair as he waited for the older woman sitting across from him to finish scrolling through a document on her computer. This job interview, which was also his first one ever, felt like the longest twenty minutes of his life. Blake hadn't needed a job throughout high school because his parents gave him a monthly allowance - which they'd lowered upon his arrival to college, a betrayal he hadn't seen coming. Now that he was on his own, wouldn't he need MORE money, not less? What on earth were they thinking?! They could pay for his college, but not for him to SURVIVE? 

After this devastating blow to his sense of entitlement, he’d been sulking in his own frustration during the fall semester. Continuously, he begged his parents to reinstate his allowance, but they would not be swayed. Over the first few weeks of freshman year, he’d depleted most of his saved money until he found that he had no other choice but to finally get a job. Swallowing his pride, Blake had reluctantly applied for the position of a library assistant at the campus library. He resented the process the entire way, but he wanted money of his own and he wanted it now. 

“Sorry dear, I’m just making sure I’ve told you all of the policies,” his interviewer, a slender, older woman said while she squinted her eyes at the old desktop computer.

Blake just nodded in response, not wanting to be rude. He just wanted this to be over so he could start day-drinking with his frat brothers. After a few more painstaking seconds, the lady spoke again.

“Alright, Mr. Ingalls, I do believe you would be a great fit for this position.”

Blake triumphantly released a deep breath. “Thank you Mrs. Hoffman!” he said, making sure to firmly shake this lady’s hand. 

“It’s Mrs. Hurston actually,” the woman said and her warm smile flickered.

“Oh right! My bad,” Blake said, unsure of what else to say.

Luckily, Mrs. Hurston recovered quickly. “Also, we do have another candidate applying for the same position that seems like a worthy choice as well. So in hopes of preventing any bias, we’d like to run a special trial run for the two of you to see who is the most deserving candidate. After that then, the person who impressed us the most will be the one chosen for the position.” 

“Oh, um…alright,” Blake said, confused. 

“Great, does tomorrow work for you?” 

Blake sighed. Tomorrow was Friday and he had specifically designed his schedule to have Fridays off so he could drink more with the boys. However, the few dollars he had left in his bank account beckoned him to say yes. “Yeah, that works I suppose,” he responded, somewhat downtrodden.

“Excellent!” Mrs. Hurston said, now with some newfound vigor. “The trial will begin tomorrow at 9 o’clock sharp!”

“Sounds awesome,” Blake insincerely replied. He politely stuck out his hand, just like the frat had taught him, and shook hands with Mrs. Hurston before walking out the door. As soon as he walked out the front door of the library, he pulled out his phone and dialed up his frat bro Trevor Thompson to complain. Although Trevor wasn’t Blake’s biological brother, Blake practically treated him like one. As a super-chill football player, heavy partier, and college senior, Trevor represented everything that Blake idolized.

“What’s up Ingalls?” came the monotone response after a few rings. 

“Dude, the interview was soooo boring! This lady talked to me for an hour about fuckin’ policies of the library. Can you believe that? Oh! And what’s worse bro, is that they’re making me do a fucking trial to get the position tomorrow! How stupid!” 

“Oh word,” Trevor replied supinely. 

“I can’t believe they’re putting me through all of this just to work in a goddamn library!”

Trevor laughed. “Sounds like the worst man, but I gotta get going to class. I’ll see you tomorrow afternoon at the frat, right?”

“Nah, I got that job thing tomorrow.”

“Oh right,” Trevor dopily chuckled. “Well maybe me and the bros can come around tomorrow and mess around with you then,” he said, this time sounding fully invested. 

Blake laughed. “You’d fuckin’ better! I’m gonna be bored outta my mind!”

“Alright. Talk soon bro.” Blake put his phone back in his pocket and wondered how much fun his frat brothers would be having tomorrow without him. 

Blake was half-asleep as he walked up the steps of the campus library the next morning, the cold Mountain Dew can in his hand was practically all he could feel. Instead of his typical cocky smile, he instead had a plain grimace on his face, bitter to be up this early and hungover from the night before. Still, he’d managed to spruce himself up for the day. He’d thrown on a white polo with his frat’s Greek logo on it accompanied by pastel board shorts that were a bright salmon hue. He’d even taken the trouble to hastily gel up his blonde hair back. The nineteen-year-old was exhausted to be awake this early, especially since he had chosen to spend the previous night drinking heavily with his frat brothers. 

“Shit.” He looked at his watch and realized he was a few minutes late. “Why is the library even open on a Friday?” he grumbled to himself as he pulled open the heavy front door. Fridays were practically the weekend. And if this practice-shift went all day, he’d surely miss out on the pre-game to the frat’s weekly kegger party. Maybe if he played his cards right though, he could convince that interview lady to let him leave early, even if it was only his first day. 

Stepping through the RFID detectors, Blake was greeted to an expansive yet desolate library filled with an array of abandoned computers resting on mostly empty desks, aside from a small group of students in the back studying together. Walking toward the front desk to his left, he noticed the familiar face of his interviewer: Mrs. Hurston. She was immersed in a conversation with what looked to be another college-aged guy, but stopped as soon as she made eye contact with Blake. 

“Ah, Mr. Ingalls, very nice of you to finally join us,” she said in an unimpressed tone, causing the young man she’d been talking to also turn around. 

“Hey, sorry I’m late,” Blake said, not doing a great job at feigning concern. “I…uh…came from class,” he added, although the lie came far too late to sound believable. 

Mrs. Hurston didn’t seem too convinced by his statement as she gave him a stern look. “Just remember that punctuality is important, Blake. Derek and I have been waiting here for you for several minutes now.”

“Ok, sorry,” Blake replied, although his tone wasn’t too convincing. His tone was always blasé when he wasn’t doing something he liked, a terrible side effect of being pampered his whole adolescence.

“Alright,” Mrs. Hurston said, livening up her tone once more. “You two boys can follow me through here and we’ll get started with your training.” She scanned her key card and pushed open the door. 

The “employees only” section of the Oak Point University library bored Blake just as much as the other half. Its mix of beige-colored plaster walls towards the interior and brick walls towards the exterior gave way to a corridor more expansive than Blake had expected. A few more computer tables occupied the fairly empty chamber accompanied by aisles of tall bookshelves in the corners. To the group’s left was the front desk with a wide view of the entrance. 

Walking towards the corner of bookshelves and gray trolleys, Mrs. Hurston stopped abruptly in front of a wide tray of books with the word “RETURNS” on it. “Alright gentlemen, the first task you will be expected to do every shift is to catalog the returns. All you have to do is scan their barcodes with your respective scanners. Labels beginning with a number will go on each corresponding floor so I recommend divvying them up in separate trolleys based on floor number. As you are both aware, this is a very large library.”

Blake tried his best not to yawn since he was absorbing virtually nothing this lady was saying.

She continued, eyeing the two tall young men like a drill sergeant. “There is a staff elevator in the adjacent corner that you can use and there are two spare key-cards sitting by it that I trust you both to use. Any questions?”

Both boys remained silent.

“Wonderful,” Mrs. Hurston said, pleased with herself. “I’ll be in my office down this hallway if you have any additional questions. I'll be out to check your progress after I make a few calls.”

Blake grimaced as she walked away, just relieved that she stopped speaking. He wasn’t very excited. This seemed like the most boring shit ever. When he’d applied to be a library assistant, he figured he’d just be manning a front desk, not doing inventory.

The other applicant, meanwhile, was unbothered and seemed determined to get to work. He was slightly taller than Blake, had thick glasses, sandy blonde hair, and looked like the type of unassuming geek that Blake steered clear of. “Hey, I’m Derek Speeling by the way,” he said, answering a question the other boy had never asked. “What’s your name again?” he asked as the two walked over to the large tub full of returned books.

“Blake Ingalls,” he flatly answered. 

“It’s nice to officially meet you,” Derek said, still smiling politely. 

“For sure,” Blake yawned before cracking open his bright green can of Mountain Dew, which he promptly took a big sip of. He hoped the caffeine and sugar would quell the exhaustion from getting four hours of sleep and fight off his concurrent hangover. He had a long day ahead of him.

Derek was the first of the two to actually begin working. Still trying to wake up, Blake pulled the trolley closer to him and took another sip of his sugary drink. He rapidly began scanning the books and plopping them in the trolley, not bothering to check their serial numbers. After a minute or so, he realized sweat was already forming on the undersides of his armpits. This stuffy room had rather poor ventilation. 

Derek decided to break the silence. “So what’s your major,” he asked, raising an eyebrow as he watched Blake’s sloppy process. He surely wasn’t gonna say anything though since his competitor clearly couldn’t follow simple instructions. 

“Business,” Blake retorted expressionlessly. He reluctantly decided to play ball with this geek. It would make the time go faster. “And yours?” 

“Geography,” Derek replied. “I’m on my third year and I’m looking to become a geographic informations system analyst. What field are you looking to enter?”

“The business field,” Blake vapidly replied as he continued to scan the books and chuck them carelessly in his cart. “My bros and I are looking to create a start-up with me once I graduate.”

“Oh nice, and what would that start-up be?” 

“Not sure yet, but like we’re like…thinking of doing something with Crypto,” Blake said. “I wanna create the next BitCoin. That would be sick!”

“Totally dude,” Derek said, trying not to laugh. Blake could tell the other boy was grinning smugly, but he paid it no mind. At least he went to more parties than a try-hard like Derek. And that’s what college was really about.

Blake only took a few more minutes to finish scanning the books and tossing them in the cart. He took another large sip of his soda and gradually began to feel its energizing effects. “See ya later dude,” he gloated as he wheeled his cart to the elevator with one hand and held his drink with the other. He snatched the key card from the adjacent table and used it to take the elevator to the second floor. He grinned as soon as the doors shut, assured that this job would be a piece of cake. He chuckled to himself before opening up Snapchat on his phone like he did a hundred times a day. This time, he noticed something different about his reflection.

A new layer of faint peach fuzz now surrounded his lips, cheeks, and neck. It wasn't anything substantial, but the simple brown shade of the bristly perimeter was enough to make Blake look different. He looked older! With facial hair like this, he wouldn’t even need to use his fake ID! Making sure it wasn’t some kind of filter on the app, Blake brought his hand to his cheek to find that it was definitely real. “No way! Trevor won’t believe this!” he said as he quickly snapped a pic of himself and sent it to his frat bro. “It’s about time I’m able to grow a beard!” he added proudly, playing with the thin bristles between his slender fingers. 

The door dinged open and Blake slowly wheeled his cart out, still sending off Snaps to more of his bros, eager to update them. He put his phone in his pocket and finally took a chance to look at the aisles of bookshelves that surrounded him, some of which he couldn’t even see the end of. Blake stood motionless for a few moments, unsure where to even start. Mrs. Hurston hadn’t been lying when she’d said this library was huge! 

Luckily, there were huge black signs hanging above some of them that stated their genres. In fact, one of them with the label “BIOLOGY” on it hung right above him. "Awesome," Blake said, feeling much more carefree than before. He then bent over to his trolley and dug for a book that had a picture of nature on the cover. As he did, his small, bony butt swelled larger, gaining a subtle amount of mass until it curved the back pockets of his pink shorts. Holding the biology book, Blake stood back up and caused his butt to expand even further. It was now a high-positioned bubble that severely deviated from the rest of his slender frame.

Oblivious to his larger derriere, Blake instead focused on deciphering the rows of letters and numbers on the book’s spine. “How the hell am I supposed to read this?” he mumbled to himself. He then turned toward the books on the shelf only to find they had very different alphanumeric codes on their spines. Curiously, he pulled one from the shelf and found that the cover had pictures of plants and common medicine on it. Still confused, he decided to take a sip of Mountain Dew before-

“BLEEGHH!” Blake exclaimed, his voice reverberating across the sprawling library floor. The acidic saccharine concoction now contained a bitter sensation that left a pungent aftertaste. After a few moments, the rancor dissolved, leaving behind a mouth-watering sweetness that tasted far more natural than Mountain Dew. Looking down at the can in his hand, Blake found that it looked much darker than before and the texture felt much less cold and metallic. The brand logo had also faded slightly. He put it back on the cart in disbelief. “What the hell?!” Before he could analyze it further, a girl's voice startled him from behind.

“Excuse me sir, but are you okay?”

Blake spun around and his perky butt slightly bounced as he did. Standing in front of him was a girl that looked to be his age. He noticed that she had glasses, black hair, and a very pretty face. She also had some massive tits. “Yeah, I’m good,” he said before blushing. "I just uh....sneeze really loudly."

“That’s good.” the girl said with a warm smile. “Do you work here?” 

“Yeah, I do,” Blake replied, stretching the truth in a futile attempt to relate more to this girl. In an attempt to be flirtatious, he playfully leaned on his cart and raised an eyebrow before flexing his nonexistent biceps. “I’m…uh…really good at my job too,” he added flimsily. 

The girl laughed. “Oh that’s great! I’m actually doing a research essay on modern uses of medicinal plants. Would you know where books like that are?”

“Oh! I think I’ve actually got one right here,” Blake said, glancing down at the book he’d been holding. “Here you go.”

“Wow! The section is right in front of me, huh?” the girl said before laughing to herself before searching the bookshelf.  “I’m sorry, I can’t believe I missed them! Too many long nights studying!”

Blake laughed in response, although it came out much stronger and louder than he expected. His whole body shook in tandem and he wondered why he was having such a strong reaction. The young man’s usual vacuous timbre had a prevalent hardiness to it reminiscent of how his dad and grandfather laughed. The motion caused his stomach to extend out a few millimeters. The growth was hardly noticeable, but it caused Blake’s frat t-shirt to become strained around his lanky torso. “So like, is your major related to science or something?” Blake asked in an attempt to lengthen their conversation.

“Yeah, I’m in my fourth year of my biomed major!” the girl said, still sorting through books. 

Blake couldn’t help but steal a perverted glance at her bent-over body. He averted his gaze as she stood back up. “Oh word,” he said, “That’s really cool!”

The girl flipped through the pages for a few moments before shutting it and looking back at Blake. “This book is just what I needed! Thank you so much, Mr…”

“Ingalls! Blake Ingalls,” Blake barked with atypical decorum. “And what is your name, young lady?” He clamped his hand over his mouth with shock, aghast at his uncharacteristic formality.

“Becky Walters,” the girl said with a wavering smile. Blake’s heart sank when he realized she was trying not to laugh at him. “It was nice meeting you, sir,” she said before turning around to leave. 

“Wait!” Blake called out desperately. The audible panic in his voice caused Becky to turn back around. “Um…uh…did you know I’m a member of Theta Chi?”

“Oh. You’re a member of a frat?” Becky asked, her smile replaced with a look of confusion. “No offense at all sir, but I figured you were too old for that.” She said while looking him up and down.

Blake caressed his ten scraggly beard strands between his fingers before mirroring the girl’s action of examining himself. “Well, they do say I look rather old…for…my…age.” His cocky smirk turned into a look of despair when he realized that his shoes looked very different than they had this morning. Once black and white, his sneakers were now much more angular and now had a leathery-based composition. The toes were far more exaggerated and the angular soles looked much more like a traditional dress shoe than some overpriced athletic shoes. “Th…thank you for p…pointing this out to me, young lady,” Blake stuttered, unable to avoid being formal with this girl. 

“I’ll see you ‘round, Mr. Ingalls! Thanks again!” Becky called out as she began walking back in the direction she’d come from. Blake was unsure of anything else to say as he continued staring at his changing shoes. They began growing wider, going up a few shoe sizes in a matter of seconds. As they grew, thick leather swallowed the older, worn-down polyester and cotton of his sneakers while their temporary taupe coloration rapidly darkened into a rich shade of russet brown. The young man’s once stylish tennis shoes had now been reduced to a large, shiny pair of tassel loafers. 

To accompany them, Blake’s short white athletic socks began to stretch on their own. They climbed further and further up his legs until their elastic was tightly clung from his toes to his shins. Wasting little time, the socks began to rapidly gray and lose their pure white hue in an instant. As the skimpy white elastic converted into a thick gray woolen fabric, an array of red and brown triangles appeared all over. The new fuzzy feeling made Blake curl his toes with pleasure while the fabric seized its ascent and rested mid-calf on his legs. All Blake could do was glance down at the brand new pair of argyle socks he’d been given. Although they were hideous, their woolen composition was far more comfortable than his old socks. 

A wave of humiliation shot through Blake’s nerves like an icy shower. These dorky socks and even dorkier shoes made him look like Mr. Rogers! Blake wanted to scream once more. Something was clearly happening to him, but he couldn’t say anything about it. After all, who would believe him if he said his shoes had just transformed before his eyes? 

Blake ran a hand through his styled blonde hair and took a few deep breaths. This was obviously some weird dream. Clothes didn’t just change on their own and girls didn’t just reject him the way that one earlier had. What was her name again? Ah, it didn’t matter. Soon enough, he would wake up and this would all be over. 

Blake nervously snatched his drink off of the trolley and took a large sip in an effort to process what was happening to him. Surprisingly enough, the once overpowering acidic, fructose-laden taste had transitioned into a stronger and sweeter one: coffee. Although Blake had never tried coffee before, he had to admit that it tasted quite delicious, so he took another sip. This time he could feel the liquid alter his taste buds further, no longer causing him to recoil at the potent taste. In fact, he was now craving it. He had never even tried coffee before, but in a matter of moments, he understood why people craved it so feverishly.  

Blake placed the can down in his cart, oblivious to the metamorphosis it was still undergoing. The bright neon green color had been completely swallowed by a new shade of shiny silver. More shockingly, a ring of black rubber had formed in the middle of it. The new metal object stretched taller before solidifying into a rather sizable thermus, capable of carrying a day’s worth of coffee. Oddly enough, it began to calm him. It felt familiar, like it was part of his daily routine. Although he knew that couldn’t be true, he could remember starting every morning with a freshly brewed pot of coffee. He would have a cup with breakfast and then bring the rest to work in his thermos.

Blake scoffed at that idea. Working five days a week seemed like such a boring existence. It seemed like absolute hell when compared to his lax life of going to an all-expenses paid school, getting an easy college degree, and spending his free time relaxing and partying with his frat brothers. Clearly, that was the ideal life to have and Blake was truly thriving as a result. Sure, some days they poked fun at his perky ass and mocked him for the dorky khaki pants he always wore that didn’t match the rest of his-

“Khakis?!” 

Somehow while the young man had been daydreaming, his pink shorts had changed. In their place was a pair of dark brown khaki pants with sharp creases running down the middle of his legs. The hems rested just above his ankles, allowing for a sliver of the argyle socks to be visible. The gold zipper shimmered in the fluorescent light, revealing a much larger fly that now had much more room for his small bulge to occupy, as if they were oversized. He didn’t want them to be real, but as he swayed his legs within their confines and ran his hands up and down the ridged fabric, he found that they were irrefutably tactile. Blake’s heart was pumping like a jackhammer once again. These were the kind of pants that only old people wore! 

“DING!” 

Hearing the familiar chime of the elevator, Blake turned around and found himself actually excited to see Derek. Surely the other young man, one of the two people who had seen him earlier, would also recognize that something strange was happening to him.

Sure enough, the other gangly boy walked out, pushing a similar trolley full of books, only his were far better organized than Blake’s. However, as if to thwart his plan of wanting to appear the same as he had earlier that morning, Blake’s facial hair rebelliously pushed itself even further, thickening his five o’clock shadow into a budding mustache and beard. “Hey dude!” Blake called out loudly, trying to regain his jock-like qualities by raising his voice. In response to his assertiveness, Blake’s butt inflated even further outward, making its new firm size look even more absurd with his youthful frame. The few extra millimeters had given it a newfound roundness that it had lacked prior. His dark-brown pants now dipped into his longer buttcrack, making the growth even more noticeable. 

“What’s up?” Derek asked calmly as he wheeled his cart next to Blake’s. 

“Hey, do you think there’s like…anything different about me?” Blake asked earnestly as he looked the other college kid in the eye for the first time. He seemed taller than he could recall too. Couldn’t be more than a few inches though, since Blake knew he was 6’1”. 

“Hmm, not particularly, why?” 

“Dude, don’t my pants and shoes look different to you?” Blake pleaded. He straightened his back when he realized he was at eye-level with Derek. It must’ve been because he was a sloucher. 

Derek was not amused. “What are you even talking about?” 

“They turned into tassel loafers!” Blake exclaimed before questioning how he knew what they were. Studying Derek’s puzzled expression, he tried to backpedal and not sound crazy. “My shoes….the s…style that I usually wear….I think that they changed. I think that…I’m….changing.” The uncharacteristic desperation in his voice was clearly audible. As if to send him into a deeper spiral, Blake’s height shrunk suddenly, squashing his lanky frame into a pudgier height of 5’7”. “And I’m getting shorter too!” 

“Shorter? Yeah right!” Derek laughed. The fact that he had to tilt his head to look Blake in his eyes made Blake’s heart sink even further. His height was such a big piece of him. It was how he got the ladies and reached things on high shelves. In one fell swoop, it had been taken from him. It clearly didn’t align with fate’s decision. 

“No, for real!” Blake insisted. 

“Wow, somebody’s hungover. Maybe you need some more coffee, old man,” Derek replied with a sly smirk before wheeling his cart away, leaving Blake in the debris of his own uncertainty. 

“Damn geek…” the frat boy pouted to himself. Having a new perspective of the bookshelves around him only reinforced the fact that he’d really gotten permanently shorter. His head felt like it was spinning, so he tried his best to calm himself down. “This….this isn’t happening,” he vehemently declared although his voice was saturated with denial. He glanced down at his dorky pants and found that they were now equipped with a brown leather belt that had not been there seconds earlier. It was a rather nice designer belt too with a gold brass buckle that matched the zipper of his pants. Blake had to admit that it looked sophisticated if only his bloated stomach wasn’t blocking it. 

Shutting it out, Blake grabbed his huge thermos filled with coffee and took a huge gulp, savoring its delicious yet overpowering taste. As he placed it back in the cart, he rationalized that his gut was bloated from breakfast. “I’m just here to do a job. I’ve j...just gotta put these books on the shelves and everything will be normal,” he said to himself, his panic and fear swimming around in his brain. 

So he did just that. For the next few minutes, Blake began to take the role seriously in an effort to distract himself. Like he’d realized with that young lady he’d helped, the numbers and letters on the spines of the books were very helpful to put them in their proper places. The job was actually a piece of cake, so much so that he couldn’t believe he’d had any difficulty before. Blake had found that the worst part was having to bend over to put books back on the bottom shelves or put them up on the top shelves, which seemed…harder to reach than he anticipated for some reason. In a matter of minutes though, he had successfully put away ten of the eleven books he’d walked in with. The final one, a girthy astrophysics textbook, belonged on the bottom shelf of the astronomy section. Getting down on one knee, he successfully placed the book in place after nearly losing his balance. 

Unbeknownst to him, the action caused his rump to balloon even further out behind him, making it comically huge. The two round globes firmed up, becoming a butt so disproportionately large that it had no business being attached to a teenage boy. With no more books to put away, Blake just stood in place for a few seconds, studying the books on the bottom shelf further. They looked so satisfying when they were in proper alphanumerical order. Then for the first time in many minutes, Blake realized one thing - he felt extremely calm. The menial action had actually been rewarding! 

BZZT BZZT

As Blake stood back up, his gut lurched forward in one concise motion, leaving a portion of soft flab hanging over the lip of his khakis. His gut jiggled slightly as he fished his phone out of his back pocket. However, the panic he felt over his increasing body weight was quickly eclipsed by the relief he saw when he saw that he’d received a text from his frat’s groupchat. It was from Trevor and read “Yo Ingalls, we’re at the library, where you at?”

Finally, Blake thought. His bros were finally here to bring some closure to this strange, strange day. 

“I’m at the second floor in the biology section,” he typed, relieved that the young men he idolized would be here. Whenever he was with them, he felt invincible. It was so kind that they’d even taken the time to come out and hang with him. It really showed how close they’d grown over the past month. 

Tucking the phone back into his rear pocket, Blake took a moment to savor the peace of the quiet library. One could really be alone with their thoughts up here since it felt like there were no other students for miles. Blake wondered what it would be like to finally get some more money and how many cool new clothes he could buy with his first paycheck. He could cover up that bulging stomach and-

Blake gasped as he looked down at his protruding gut. It was so much rounder than before! His formerly flat and toned torso was gone, replaced with a stomach that proudly jutted out and some firm-looking pecs. Although he had always wished to have more meatier pecs, he wasn’t willing to get them at the loss of his toned abs!  

“My abs,” Blake croaked feebly to himself, his previous invigoration completely deflated upon this revelation. He pinched himself a few times in an effort to wake up from this nightmare, but the continued attempts only confirmed the fact that this was reality. As he continued to observe his form, he immediately gasped as he realized that the action had a strange side effect. The rapid pinching caused Blake’s torso to suddenly burst forward. His pecs and stomach ballooned forward a few more inches, binding his white polo tightly to his torso. The young man’s stomach now resembled a small drum that teetered on the edge of his belt, threatening to droop over his pant loops if it got any larger. The underside of his doughy, now objectively large belly was on full display. A new forest of dark black hairs stood out from his pale skin, creating a ring around his belly-button. Blake delicately brought his finger down to touch the beginning of a happy trail: an action that caused the doughy sphere to jiggle slightly from his light caressing. Peering closer, he found that many of the hairs had white tips at the end: another peculiar happening. Blake’s taut shirt distended down to cover his fatter tummy back up, generating more fabric to accommodate his huskier frame. His shirt was still tight though: so tight in fact, that even his nipples could be seen through it. They also seemed larger now, as if the pressure was enlarging them somehow. 

This change felt so different; it should’ve repulsed him and yet…it felt weirdly sexual. The growth caused Blake’s cock started to get hard - he rationalized that it was probably just a side-effect of his rampant teenage hormones. Barely visible beneath his enormous fly, it curved upward at the idea of transforming further. It was weirdly exciting and being larger made him feel so much more…in charge and…almighty. If he took up more space, then people would have to yield to him. 

Trevor Thompson’s familiar deep voice interrupted Blake’s self-indulgent rumination. “Eyyy! Wuddup Ingalls!” he said raucously, his voice echoing across the entire second floor of the library. There were three other frat bros trailing behind him: Clayton, Sawyer, and Cameron. The four frat guys were all student athletes and dressed in simple athletic leisure: tank tops, t-shirts, and shorts.

“Hey! What’s up bros?” Blake said, relieved to see them. He’d quickly remembered how tall they all were as they sidled up around him, all four of them had at least a few inches on him. Remaining determined, Blake tried to plead his strange, strange case. "Guys! I know this will sound super crazy but-”

“Whoa-hoah, dorky threads, dude,” Sawyer Jensen interrupted as he sidled up next to the younger man. 

“Why do you look like a dad at a cook-out?” Clayton Yates added, getting the whole group to snicker in unison. 

“He’s even got a dad’s stomach too!” Trevor said, reaching and pinching Blake’s gut. 

“Owch!” Blake exclaimed as the guys erupted into a cacophony of vacuous laughter. His smile wavered. That action had seemed kind of rude, but Blake certainly didn’t want to offend his friends. So he just laughed awkwardly before saying “I know right.” He hoped his frat brothers had just been messing with him. Sure, Blake was larger than all of them and he didn’t have muscles as toned or as polished as theirs, but they didn’t have to be mean about it. 

“For real, what’s with the clothes, Ingalls?” Cameron Leopold asked. 

“Oh right,” Blake said, remembering his mission. “Guys, ever since I’ve been working here, my clothes have been changing! I’ve also gotten shorter! Honest to God, I have no clue what’s-”

“Dressing to impress gets the jobs, bro!” Clayton interrupted, reciting one of the frat’s mottos by rote. “You took it to a whole new level though.”

“Look! Even his nipples are huge!” Trevor added, getting the group to laugh louder than ever. A hot, sweaty tingling burned through Blake’s nerves. He was irritated now and wondered how he could even get a word in with these guys. They were acting like…such ruffians. They were also making a scene in the library and that were being rather inconsiderate to the students and faculty trying to work here. He debated saying something, but he didn’t want to offend the jocks. 

A tingling sensation in Blake's nipples diverted his thoughts. Glancing down at his torso, he found that Trevor wasn't wrong. Sure enough, his tender nipples were on full display and clearly visible through the distressed polo's fabric. They were huge now and had swollen to the size of the end of a baby’s bottle. More importantly, they were so much more tender. The simple sensation of them rubbing against his white polo was enough to raise his cock higher beneath his khakis. He had no clue that having huge nipples could be so…arousing. 

Blake couldn’t stop himself from imagining what it would be like to have someone gently caress and lick them. If his friends weren’t watching, he would’ve tweaked them. Shifting his attention to his distending torso, Blake noticed that a few spindly hairs had sprouted through the open collar of his distressed shirt. Unlike his normal auburn hair, they were light black that almost looked silver in the light, just like the ones by his belly-button. His cock twitched again, pressing itself against his tightening underwear. By this point, the jocks’ laughter had naturally fizzled out, leaving Blake with the opportunity to say something.

“Man I need to party tonight after a day like this!” he confided, his voice rising in volume as he tried to ignore his growing erection. 

“You said it, Ingalls!” Sawyer replied while mindlessly drumming his fingers on one of his pecs. It seemed like partying was the topic to break the boys out of their flippant ridicule  “God, I wanna get so wasted this weekend. Should we hit up The Lounge or Caffrey’s first?” 

“The what?” 

“The bars!” Sawyer exclaimed. “I guess you are a bit of an old-timer though.”

"Oh of course," Blake said, trying to play off his mistake. 

“He’d rather spend his nights blowing loads on himself than on hot babes!” Cameron added crudely, eliciting more vacuous laughs.

Blake was about to disagree when memories of him doing just that occurred to him. He always liked to jerk off in the huge lounge chair he had in his living room at home. Its cushions provided ample space for his massive butt and he would lean back and stroke away, feeling the velvet of the chair press against his huge body. Sometimes he could even get off just by looking at his rotund belly and thinking about the way it dominated a room and garnered looks from everyone. 

To corroborate Blake's vivid memory, his belly exploded forth, inflating like an airbag in a matter of moments. Now distending over his shiny belt, his stomach acted as a shield for his boner. It swelled forth for all the boys to see, causing Blake to nearly tip over from its dramatic growth. The boys didn’t seem to notice, but Blake sure did. His stomach stretched to an enormous size that was slightly larger than that of a yoga ball - a size that he’d never even thought possible. However, instantly he adored its presence. It was just so intimidating and undeniably masculine. The cannonball-sized stomach must’ve weighed at least a hundred pounds. Before Blake could even react, he was inundated with a rush of testosterone that coursed through his body. It was the greatest feeling in the world. He found himself actually feeling excited to be larger. Nobody could ever give him shit again! Not only that, but it made him feel more confident.

“I look like a blimp!” Blake added merrily with a jolly laugh before making a gesture with his arms that caused his body to jiggle slightly. 

“What a dork!” Trevor jeered, eliciting more laughter from the guys. Blake continued to smile, but this time it wasn’t out of accommodation, it was out of self-respect. He didn’t care what these guys said about him. After all, he felt like he had more testosterone in his body than all four of them put together. 

Sawyer was the first to break the silence once the other boys’ bickering had died down. “The frat is gonna be lit tonight!” he exclaimed, turning toward the other three boys, as if Blake wasn’t there.

“Bet. It’s gonna be such a rager,” Cameron agreed. “I invited all the girls I know from Northridge.”

“It cannot come soon enough!” Blake whimsically chimed in. The other boys just looked at him with disgust and confusion.

There was another brief silence before Trevor spoke. “No offense dude, but aren’t you a little old for frat parties?” 

“N…no,” Blake replied. The sentence was throwing his self-confidence for a loop. “I don’t b…believe  so.” However, a quick glance at his fatty torso proved otherwise. His massive, commanding gut was something that a sapling of a nineteen-year-old couldn’t attain. Studying himself further, Blake noticed the frat’s logo on his t-shirt, a Greek letter written in black calligraphy, looked much more faded around his gut. It only took a few more seconds for it to disintegrate completely, leaving Blake with a baseless polo that tightly cradled his burgeoning frame. 

“Are you even in our frat?” Trevor asked, causing all three boys to look at Blake expectantly. 

“Yeah guys, I know thAT I AM!” Blake cried, his confusion immediately cut off by the feeling of his khakis dramatically hiking themselves up his body in one spastic motion. Compressing his crotch, his already tight-fitting khaki pants had leapt up to his belly-button. His brown leather belt firmly held his doughy stomach in place and restricted the khakis from sliding back down to waist-level. As if Blake wasn’t humiliated enough, his balls began to swell larger, immediately creating noticeable spheres beneath the cotton twill. 

“Oh sssshitttt…” Blake purred, unable to contain his arousal as his cock expanded in unison. Delicately resting above his kumquat-sized balls, his dick also made its lewd presence known in Blake’s pants. The pleasure Blake’s tender cockhead received while getting longer and girthier was better than any sex he’d ever had in his life. It was so good that he couldn’t even make sounds of pleasure. He just stood still while his loins inflated, oblivious to the reactions of his captive audience of frat boys. Part of Blake was mortified that his member was so crudely on-display, but the other part of him loved the idea. If these jocks were going to insult him, then why should he care what they think? He was an enormous man and if they didn’t like it, they could suck it! 

Spreading more pheromones through the air, Blake’s shirt collar expanded open a few millimeters, allowing some much-needed ventilation. He audibly panted as his semi-erect cock finally stopped growing, resulting in a flagrant outline of his shaft beneath his fancy twilled pants. Just below it, Blake’s huge balls solidified into a pair of huge, pendulous spheres the size of eggs. The disheveled young man wordlessly tried to catch his breath as he was still trying to recover from gaining not only a huge cock, but also an egregious moose-knuckle all at once. Unintentionally, he inhaled his new musk; a potent smell of sweat and virile pheromones that was practically oozing out of him. 

Blake shifted his balance on his tassel loafers as he felt his larger dick and crude moose-knuckle press against his khakis. It felt so powerful and so almighty to have his genitalia on full display yet contained in a professional-looking outfit and submerged beneath his shield of a stomach. However, his movement had caused his much larger endowment to get bunched up in his pants, so he reached a hand down and readjusted. The action was not without repercussions.

“What the hell are you doing?” Sawyer asked, with a twinge of disgust in his voice.

“Just readjusting down there, bro,” Blake calmly said, although he lingered on the word “bro” for far too long, making it sound very inauthentic. It reminded him of how it sounded when adults tried to talk like teenagers. 

“What a fuckin’ dork! He’s even got a fupa!” Clayton whispered, eliciting a bevy of low-pitched laughs from the other guys. 

“A…a what? No I don’t!” Blake retorted as he slowly processed what they were saying. His breaths were getting heavier as he felt the sensation of his huge body contained in these tight clothes. He didn’t feel like a foolish boy who was compensating for a poor attitude. He felt like someone different - someone more esteemed and deserving of respect, not just entitled to it. Respect is earned after all. “I am not a dork! I am a professional,” Blake huffed, mostly as an affirmation to himself. “You must be mistaken, Cameron.” 

“Dude, I’m Clayton,” the jock replied. Blake just blinked, surprised that he’d somehow forgotten one of the names of his frat bros. “You’re off your rocker, old man!”

“Hey, I am NOT an old man!” Blake interrupted, his voice saturated with newfound bass. His anger was rising to a fever pitch. “I am just as old as you four!” 

“Whatever grandpa,” Clayton retorted. His snide comment was the final one to shatter Blake’s passive affectation. 

“THAT’S ENOUGH!” Blake erupted. In that instant, the young man’s voice plummeted four octaves and his nasally tenor was replaced by an imposing, irreversible baritone that superseded that of any college-aged jock. “I HAVE HAD JUST ABOUT ENOUGH OF YOU FOUR MAKING A SCENE IN THE LIBRARY! I suggest that all four of you get out or I will personally see to it that the Dean gets you all expelled! If you ever harass me or my staff again, you can all kiss those athletic scholarships goodbye, boys!”  

The four jocks were flabbergasted and their eyes were as wide as saucers. Even Blake was speechless at his own valor. He had never been this assertive in his whole life, or assertive at all for that matter. 

He found that he liked it. 

“OUT!” he yelled once again, stomping one of his loafers on the ground. 

The boys complied and Blake watched all four of them silently trudge away down the hall and to the staircase out of sight. It felt good to send those douchebags packing. The testosterone and adrenaline were changing him and making him more assertive than he ever imagined. Blake snorted with frustration. Nobody talked to him like that and got away with it. 

The stout young man victoriously placed his hands on his hips and stood in place, still clenching his fists and seething with fury and power. The action caused his waistline to gradually widen, allowing his stomach to rest much more comfortably. Blake’s slender, weak legs began to inflate, becoming round cylinders of muscle to hoist his massive loins. They immediately became noticeable in his tight khakis and their immense girth flattened out the sharp creases. The brown khakis widened in unison to support the young man’s new impressive waistline as it grew and grew until it surpassed the sizing charts entirely. A cohesion of robust muscle and girth, Blake now had a set of thunder-thighs so broad that they squished together whenever he stood up. They also acted as a cradle for his impressive semi-erect cock which tented in his high-waisted pants immaculately. The action caused another whiff of his masculine scent to inundate Blake’s nostrils, energizing him even more. 

He took a deep exhale, but as he did, there was a loud PING!

“What the,” Blake gasped as the second button from his white polo went flying through the open library. The movement liberated a little bit more of the young man’s chest, which had plumped up rather significantly. It also caused him to sober back up from his musing. His groomed chest hair and the top of his meaty man-boobs were on display now and it only inflated his ego further. Looking to his left, he noticed that he had a few more books left in his cart next to his coffee. “Oh dear,” he said aloud as he read the spines of all the books. Judging from their markings and serial codes, they belonged on the third floor. With cheerful haste, Blake wheeled his cart back to the elevator. This time, however, he had to bend over slightly while he pushed it - an action that only showcased his gargantuan butt to anyone nearby. 

With the additional missing button of his shirt, Blake could feel the heat dissipating from his bulging chest. It felt great! He needed to keep his shirts unbuttoned all the time and the faint airflow felt marvelous against his pecs and helped cool him down from his previous uproar. The breeze had other plans, however. It magically seemed to grab ahold of Blake’s tight shirt and forcibly shoved it past his tight khakis. The action caused more cool air to seep its way into Blake’s nether regions, cooling his larger body significantly. By the time he had stood up and pressed the button for the elevator, his white polo was taut around his figure. Any wrinkles had been eliminated and his shirt had become a pristine, unruffled canvas that magnified his barrel-shaped torso. 

Blake looked down at his chest and found that the hair looked much thicker than before. The spindly hairs had multiplied into thicker strands whose dark coloration made themselves very noticeable. The strands curled outward, thickening into a distinct tuft of hair across the young man’s chest. He was about to begin playing with it when he heard the sound of another cart’s squeaking wheels.

“Please wait for me sir!” a young man’s voice called out.

Sir, Blake liked that. As he turned around, he saw a lanky young man with blonde hair and broad glasses who had a few inches on him. They’d talked earlier, but he couldn’t recall his name. Maybe it started with a D? He stuck out his arm to prevent the elevator doors from closing and nodded for the young man to get in first. 

“Thanks Mr. Ingalls!” the kid said as he wheeled his cart inside the elevator. 

“Don’t mention it kid,” Blake said before doing the same. However when he stepped inside the elevator, it seemed much smaller than before. The paunchy man looked at both of his broad shoulders and realized that he’d become much brawnier than he thought. “They don’t make these things for big guys, huh?”

Derek just laughed, unsure how else to comment on the size of the other man. 

“Where ya headin’ son?” Blake asked - his rich, sonorous voice sensuously reverberated through the elevator. “Floor One please.”

“I’m heading to Floor Three,” Blake said as he pressed both buttons. The elevator waited for a second before ascending upward. “Looks like it chose me first,” he added with a jolly laugh. 

Placing his arms to his side reminded Blake of how enormous his gut was so he chose to hold his hands together behind his back. He tried to lean back and forth on the balls of his feet, however he immediately became self-conscious when the action caused his stomach to bounce. 

During the brief elevator ride, Blake’s polo began to change. Firstly, his short sleeves began to lengthen from behind his back, covering up his elbows. Feeling a tickle, Blake lightly moved his arms, causing the rest of the new polyester material to unravel down to his forearms. The newly-made fabric continued to spread across Blake’s entire shirt, and although it wasn’t as comfortable as the polo it looked a lot more expensive and well-refined. A string of white buttons quickly materialized over Blake’s torso, however his stomach created quite a dramatic curve. The two already existing buttons even became more polished than before and the new buttons held his oversized shirt together, making him look exceptionally dapper. Even the polo’s color, an alabaster white, rapidly darkened into a gorgeous rich shade of cerulean - a vivacious color that really popped. To complete the young man’s new long-sleeved dress shirt, the collar became thicker, giving his neck much more room to breathe. It was an outfit so sophisticated that it didn’t belong on someone as juvenile as Blake Ingalls. 

By the time the doors dinged open, Blake was wearing a brand new dark blue dress shirt. He bent over and pushed his cart out, unintentionally giving the young man a close-up view of his massive rump. “Thank you, young man!” Blake called out as he pushed the cart out of the elevator. 

As he glanced down at the cart, he realized that his pecs were looking huge. And very hairy too. Hairier than when he’d gotten on the elevator. “You’ve just got a job to do,” Blake muttered to himself, trying to ignore how sexual it felt when his huge thighs rubbed together when he waddled, or the way his new hairy jugs and cannonball-sized gut jiggled with his footsteps. In an attempt to distract himself from his colossal body, Blake picked up one of the remaining books on the cart. “Section 880: classical Greek literature,” he muttered aloud as he read the book’s spine. He wondered why he’d made that association with the number.

Perking his head back up, Blake realized he was in the 800’s section of the library. “A few aisles to the right. By the computer lab’s doors, adjacent to the south section entrance and across from the 700’s section,” he said in a sing-songy tone. Silently, he hummed to himself, savoring the new depth of his low and oddly soothing voice. In his peripheral vision, he even felt calmed by the way his hairy man-tits heaved with the rhythm of his breathing. Even his heartbeat slowed as he calmly searched for the proper place that the book belonged. 

There was a quaint sense of familiarity to this library. The aisles were so spread out and the silence was so calming. It seemed like the only sound for miles was the tip-tap of Blake’s loafers. Happily moving at a snail’s pace, Blake was numb to the fact that his neck was changing. It gradually lost its thin shape as fat began to pour out from it on both sides. His already huge Adam’s apple finally had space and his larger neck quite literally gave him more room to breathe. The fat crept up below Blake’s chin, forming a layer behind it and eradicating his angular, boyish jawline. By the time he reached the Greek literature section, his youthful face was the only thing that hadn’t changed about him. 

The huge, paunchy man was so relaxed now, obsessed yet accustomed to how his gargantuan body moved. He was so busy idolizing his body that he got startled when he saw a tall older woman poke out from one of the aisles. 

“Oh my!” the woman exclaimed before smiling. Blake recognized her as Mrs. Hurston, only it was weird to see her with an expression other than discontent. “You nearly gave me a fright there Mr. Ingalls,” she said with a light chuckle. 

“Oh! I’m terribly sorry, Elizabeth,” Blake apologized, still unnerved by her genial smile. His calm reprieve was challenged. Why had he called her by her first name? How had he even known it? 

“I don’t know how a man of your size moves in such silence,” she commented, still smiling, an expression which Blake unwittingly replicated.  

“This huge blob surely doesn’t help,” Blake joked, holding his ball gut up with his hands. He hadn’t noticed that they had grown slightly larger than before. 

“Oh stop it, Mr. Monroe!” Elizabeth laughed with a playful wave of her hand. “So, how do you think the new hire is doing?” 

“Dylan, is it?” “No, it’s Derek.”

“Oh dear,” Blake chortled. “I must say that he seems like a fine young man. Understands the job well and is cordial to everyone so far. I think he would enjoy it here.” He placed his hands on his hips, a popular gesture of his to both stretch his body and show off his globular gut. He played with the back of his leather belt with his meaty fingers. He took a deep breath and felt his entire stomach move. It was so refreshing and powerful to watch. “I think the boy will do fine,” he added. “What’s he studying anyway?”

“Geography.”

“A future cartographer,” Blake remarked. “I’m sure we’ll get along just fine then. Maybe his final assignment should be drawing a map of this whole library!” 

Elizabeth brushed her blonde and silver hair back. “If he writes a nicer-looking one than you, he gets to take your job!” 

“Fat chance!” Blake bellowed. Hearing his own macho rumble provided him with a brief and bewildering moment of sobriety. “Wow! I…I feel like such a square!” he said with a dopey grin, slower than usual. Craning his fatty neck, he tried and failed to look at his lower body, but his bulging stomach inhibited that plan. Blake knew that his portly frame should’ve terrified him, but it did quite the opposite. It felt somewhat exciting to have a body that took up this much space and demanded respect. Unable to hold in his youthful joy, his old, frat-boy mannerisms were resurfacing. “God, it’s k…kinda cool working here, isn’t it?”

“Well, you make it a great place to work since you’re a great head librarian, sir,” Elizabeth said with a polite nod. “I’m glad to see you’ve been doing better this week.” 

“For sure. This week’s been pretty cool,” Blake casually responded, his eyes aimlessly drifting down to the line of curved buttons around his chest. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see his spindly chest hair swaying from the faint air conditioning. It looked so sexy peeking out from his tight dress shirt. Sure, it wasn’t ideally formal, but nobody else at the library paid it any mind. 

“So, how are renovations on the house going?”

“They’re going well,” Blake replied mindlessly. “The fireplace has been installed and the guest bedroom is all finished. Now, we just need to renovate the living room.”

“Good luck with that!” Elizabeth chirped. “It took months for my husband and I to tear down our old living room and start from scratch. For months, we didn’t have a living room to relax in! You and Roy must be going crazy without it!”

“Nah, we’ve just been reading in bed,” Blake said, his eyes widening when he realized what he was saying. “It works out that way since we spend so much time there anyway. That’s what happens when you….get….older.”

Blake didn’t want to envision it, but he could see himself in bed next to a man who looked to be in his mid-fifties. He was taller with salt and pepper hair with a much more muscular build than Blake. Roy Monroe was a heartthrob. The thought of his handsome face and those huge muscles filled Blake with a flurry of homoerotic feelings that he didn’t even know he harbored. “Roy doesn’t mind too much,” he heard himself say, picturing Roy’s massive, hulking body against his. Their huge bodies touching each other every night when they slept. “He just wants to be able to entertain again,” Blake added, nervously wondering why his heterosexuality and jock-like mannerisms were getting challenged. He tried his best not to get hard in front of Elizabeth, but his cock began to stir when he thought of his slightly younger husband. 

Younger? Husband?!

Blake tried to repress the sprawling memories of his huge body straddling an incredibly muscular man together in their king-sized bed. Of course, the head librarian went home to his buff husband in the luxurious three-bedroom house they shared together. Roy was practically his second half and they had been married for the last fifteen years. The thought was so opposite of him yet it was…quite relaxing to reminisce upon: the idea of having a huge strong husband to come home to every night. He loved to worship Roy’s manly muscles and-

“Oh! I just remembered something. Have you checked your email today?” Elizabeth asked. Her enthusiastic inquiry reminded Blake that he was still in public.  

“Nah, not like…recently. Why?” Blake responded, trying to maintain his youthful cool. Part of him was panicking while the calmer side of him brushed it off. It felt kind of exciting to imagine himself next to a big strong man like Roy - exciting enough to cause Blake’s cock to get hard again. 

“The creative writing club needs the downstairs lobby for their fundraiser next Monday and they need you to sign off on it. Oh dear, what was it they were planning on doing again?”

“Wasn’t it going to be their board game night?” Blake replied, unaware of what he was even saying. He put his hands in his pockets for a moment and swayed in place. “One of them told me about it last night. Oh, did you see that the Dean-”

“Is moving our Tuesday meeting to three o’clock instead of two, yeah I did,” Elizabeth interrupted before lightly chuckling. “Typical Wallace. Always rescheduling.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time! I bet he forgot about lunch with his wife again,” Blake laughed, although internally he wanted to scream. It felt like his mouth was running on autopilot! How did he know Wallace Paxton: the Dean of Oak Point University? And how did he know him on a personal level?

A loud vibration filled the air and Elizabeth immediately grabbed her cell phone from her pocket. Like a true librarian, she kept her phone on silent. “Oh shoot, I’d best take this. We’ll talk later,” she said before turning away. As she walked back towards the staircase, she answered the phone in a hushed whisper: another sign of a conscientious librarian. Blake smiled. It was nice to see someone being courteous to the few other students on the floor, unlike those rude frat boys - whatever their names were. 

Overjoyed to return to his library work, Blake turned towards his trolley only to find that he had no more books to put out. He was just about to grab his trolley to bring it back to the elevator when he noticed a few books out of place at the end of the aisle. “I just reorganized this aisle,” Blake said to himself as he waddled over - his moose-knuckle, butt, and stomach all bouncing with his footsteps. 

The portly man wasted no time correcting the books and lining them up perfectly. Luckily, most of the disarranged books were at arm’s reach, however one malcontent book on a high shelf caught his attention. “Goodness, how on earth did this even get here?” Blake muttered as he scanned the book’s title. His gripes about meticulous organization sounded like that of a crotchety old man than a sprightly young jock. 

The upside-down rectangular book sticking out over the ledge practically beckoned Blake to correct it. To successfully do so, the short, paunchy man had to stand up on his tiptoes to reach it - a comical scene to any passersby. It took two tries before he finally flicked it from its perch, causing the took to tumble down towards him. however the maneuver would result in many unforeseen consequences. 

The book fluttered gently down into Blake’s hand, however he soon found that it had been harboring a collection of dust, which promptly coated the air and rained down onto his face. “Goodness gracious!” he grunted, immediately closing his eyes as his face was powdered. “He promptly brought his meaty hands to his face and began to rub the dust away. Surprisingly, all of it didn’t flake to the ground, instead it got stuck to his cheeks and clung to his round chin - the discomfort caused Blake to rub his face more fervently. The action gradually proved successful, but not without taking Blake’s age with it. Each back-and-forth motion brought more and more wrinkles to the man’s changing face, leaving him with a double chin and noticeable jowls. He could even feel a tingling in his mouth made possible by his thickening lips and shifting teeth which went from straight to slightly curved, a side effect of gaining decades of age in a few moments. 

He reopened his eyes, but noticed that things were blurry now. “Oh jeez,” he griped as he began itching his eyes. The action caused his nose to plumpen below, taking up far more real estate on his face. Once small and slender, it rapidly inflated to button-sized with larger nostrils. More wrinkles appeared around his nose while a few straight lines materialized in his forehead, which was rapidly becoming more and more prominent as his hairline crept higher and higher.  

As the thin cloud of dust slowly dissipated, it took some of Blake’s hair with it. His once full head of hair was ravaged by the caustic soot, speedily thinning it second by second. The dark curls straightened and shrunk into thin strands. The wave of thin, silver hair began from his temples and gradually made its way around his head. Blake’s hair became so thin that his scalp was almost visible. What once was a gorgeous mane of millions of dark hairs had been reduced to a dwindling light silver-colored crown.  

Blake’s eyes and cheeks were still itchy, however as he rubbed them, he only made things worse. Dark circles and crow's feet formed around his baby blue eyes whose color was rapidly graying. Once youthful and demure, his eyes grew more narrow and less open, indicative of a man in his senior years. They darkened to a faint hazel as Blake repeatedly blinked, trying to rid himself of this new blurriness. Curious about the troublemaking book in his huge palm, the aging man squinted and tried to make out the title and author. It proved to be a difficult task, but not for long. Accommodating his weaker vision, a pair of lenses appeared in front of his eyes. A titanium brown-colored frame positioned them in place, giving the paunchy man a brand new pair of round-lensed glasses. The kind that only old people wore. 

“Much better,” Blake said, relieved that his weaker eyes could see again. “An Introduction to Classical Romanian Literature,” he read aloud. “This certainly doesn’t belong here,” he said with playful disapproval. “This belongs in the 850 section.”

Luckily, that area was just at the end of the aisle so Blake jovially waddled over to it, humming a little tune to himself as he did. His wide breadth took up the entire aisle. Luckily, putting away the novel was a cinch since there was an open spot right where it should be. Even though it was such a simple task, Blake found himself eagerly wondering what job he would do next as a librarian. However, the dust from before had other ideas and specks of it were still creeping into his sinuses. “God I feel like such a…a…a…ACHOO!”

The sound of Blake’s thunderous sneeze echoed across the floor. Instantly, he felt something tickling his upper lip. Bringing his hand up to it proved that a thick collection of bristles had materialized. It felt like a huge one too since it extended past his lips. Blake smiled once more. He had never been able to grow facial hair, but now he had the thickest mustache on the entire campus. The thought of it caused the old man’s cock to rise once again, but not before another sneeze. 

“Ah….ah….ACHOO!”

“Oh, bless me! Goodness! What is happening to me today?” Blake exclaimed, his cock was now fully erect and visibly tented in his high-waisted khakis. He attempted to peer over his massive stomach, but found he couldn’t even see it. He felt so much different now, like he was on the verge of an orgasm he hadn’t known was coming. Luckily, the second floor mens’ room was only feet away so the huge man wasted no time hobbling inside. It was not a fast process and by the time he had hurled himself inside, his cock was dripping with precum. Pleased to see nobody else in the small bathroom, Blake was about to stroke his thick cock before he noticed the reflection of a huge older man in the mirror. 

“Whoa! Is that me?” 

Blake’s reflection was that of a gargantuan, portly man whose immense proportions challenged his tight clothes and width surpassed that of the mirror. He had to take a few shaky steps backwards to fully see his enormous reflection. He wanted to look away, but found that he couldn’t. His reflection’s domineering gaze and humongous breadth pierced through his frenzied nerves. His intense hazel eyes screamed authority and his portly, king-sized frame demanded attention. Although the old man’s thick bushy white beard masked his face, it couldn’t hide his bewildered expression. 

“Th…there’s no way that’s me. I’m s…so old!” Blake stuttered. Unable to resist the temptation anymore, he reached up and began lightly caressing his clothed cock. Immediately, it hardened beneath his fly, causing his hard cock to become fully erect. It was more noticeable than Blake ever imagined. “I’m…huge,” Blake whispered, using his other hand to give one of his man-boobs a squeeze. His torso, a delicate amalgam of muscle and fat, felt so sensual to touch. Sure, he had the appearance of a stout man, but the rigid walls of muscle underneath function like a layer of bedrock to bolster his fatty body. 

It made him want to touch himself further. The expression of the man in the mirror was stoic yet equally benevolent. It contained so much power and wisdom. 

“I’m gigantic…” Blake growled, his pleasantly deep voice taking on a more aggressive tone. He brought a meaty mitt to his erect cock and began softly caressing it through his khakis. It was so sensitive now that even fully-clothed touches gave him full-body shudders. “I’m so fucking big,” he snarled while beginning to unzip his fly and reach inside. Blake looked deeply into his reflection and reached down inside his custom-sized silk underwear to be immediately rewarded with more full-body tingles as he stroked harder: the temptation impossible to resist. He bared his teeth as his strokes grew more aggressive. Nothing about this man resembled a scraggly-haired college kid. This man had a huge beard and a bushy mustache: the likes of which no teenager could dream of attaining.

Fully alone, Blake took the opportunity to finally grab ahold of his massive gut, which felt extremely rewarding to squeeze. Even though his hands were larger than the majority of men, even they looked puny in comparison to this massive stomach. His gold wedding band looked divine though. It sparkled under the fluorescent light, reminding Blake that he wasn’t some clueless, bumbling kid anymore. He was a man: a married, gay man for that matter. 

“Oh fuck!” Blake breathed heavily as he caressed his erection. “Don’t…think…about…Roy. That…sexy….muscular…man!” Beads of sweat appeared all around Blake’s larger and more wrinkly face as he pumped harder and harder. His feeble pleas turned into grunting that became more and more animalistic by the second. He stared deeply into his own hazel eyes, obsessed with how different he looked. Nobody would ever belittle him ever again. Even though this new man was mostly a kind and gentle giant, his square face and bushy facial hair radiated raw masculinity: the kind that intimidated every new person he met.

“I….look like…such a fucking nerd!” Blake snarled, his deep, gruff voice shaking the bathroom stall doors. The sound of his own anger surprised him; it turned him on even further. It made him feel like a man: something he’d seldom felt until this day, but now it was an addiction. He loved when people called him sir and he loved to be the center of the room. “Such d…dorky clothes,” the huge man cried as he tweaked his hard nipples through his dress shirt. The touch of his paunchy body was not only rewarding, it was also memory-erasing. 

Memories of being an entitled college brat didn’t align with the body in front of him. This body demanded to be worshiped due to its immense and hardly-rivaled size. As one final farewell to his old life, the name Blake Ingalls vanished from the world: forever expunged from his driver’s license and his frat’s website. He had no reason to be terrified though. He wanted to be a new, confident, and jolly man. It only felt natural. But what was his name? 

The nameless man stroked harder, subconsciously knowing that he could never go back to being a college kid. But that was okay. He preferred this life. It was full of authority and so pleasures that he never knew possible. Even if his interests were a little nerdy, what did he care? A man as tough yet knowledgeable as him needed a name that no kid his age would ever want: the kind of name that only old people had. Melvin? Leonard? Benjamin? No, none of those sounded right. 

The burly man growled incessantly, frustrated he didn’t have a name, but too addicted to self-worship to care. Each stroke vanquished more and more his old life to oblivion. His chest hairs swayed like tallgrasses in a breeze, occasionally flicking away moisture from his pulsing, sweaty pecs. Visceral memories of relentless sex with his husband pounded through his head. He thought about the bed they shared. He could recall the collection of pictures on their mantle, many of them were when they were younger and had much fuller heads of hair. He thought about how strong their love still was after fifteen years of marriage. One of the few people to call Mr. Monroe by his first name: Glen.

Glen Monroe. That was his name! It was perfect for the jovial yet stringent librarian he was becoming. Glen Monroe was a domineering man who ran Oak Point University’s library strictly by the book, however his warm and charming personality always won people over to his ways. Fragments of memories splintered away as the paunchy old man neared his climax. No more parties. No more wasting money on cheap liquor and designer clothes. No more cheap hair gel. No more rude frat brothers. No more college. Instead, Glen Monroe was a jolly man beneath a commanding exterior who was happily living his full life as a librarian. His career had molded him into a walking encyclopedia who was more than happy to help students with their research. The man was ready to become Glen and with this revelation, his massive cock finally unleashed a torrent of cum. 

“UNNNNGHH!” Glen cried as he shot into his oversized underwear. A huge puddle of cum quickly made itself visible through his khaki pants, coating both his huge bulge and the underside of his stomach in its goo. His load was massive - the kind that a horned-up teenage boy would produce. And it brought the new librarian pure bliss. The universe had made him Glen Monroe and he was eager to fulfill that destiny. That’s who he was and who he always will be.

After a few slow-moving seconds, Glen’s cock finished firing, leaving him drenched in his potent load. The spent old man could only breathe heavily as he wordlessly surveyed the pungent aftermath. His senses began to kick in when he noticed how uncouth he looked in this moment. “Oh…my,” he panted, his defeated tone of voice indicated both his victory and dissatisfaction with his current state. He was the head librarian after all. He couldn’t be shooting hot loads on himself at work.

Obeying his desires, invisible forces began to clean up the mess. The delta of cum around his cock evaporated from his pants and underwear, leaving them as spotless as before. The forces also tidied up Glen’s blue dress shirt, which had become ruffled during his experience. It  once again stretched taut around his barrel-sized chest and turtle shell-sized back. Even his collar had reclaimed its tight grip around his fatty neck. Glen Monroe gazed deeply into the mirror, studying his handsome, aged face before smiling broadly to reveal his set of white and slightly crooked teeth. He looked untouchable: like the jolly head librarian he was meant to be. 

Glen Monroe left the bathroom feeling like a million bucks. He had an amazing job, amazing staff, and he got to do what he loved everyday. The sixty-five-year-old man lumbered through the seemingly infinite expanse of bookshelves, he absorbed the distinct taps that his polished brown loafers made with each step. He glanced down each aisle for any books askew as he shambled past: a meticulous habit of his. Everything seemed to be in order. However, just as he reached the French Literature section, he noticed the scrawny figure of a tall young man placing books on the shelf. The kid immediately perked up as Glen pivoted toward him. How could he not? The paunchy man’s blue dress shirt was a pop of color that was impossible to miss and he was almost wider than the aisle after all.

“How’s the job treating you, son?” Glen asked, his resounding voice was deeper than the majority of other men.

“It’s going well Mr. Ingalls,” Derek replied. He paused for a brief moment. “How are you today?” “My day has been rather swell so far,” Glen said, his gruff frown lightening to a genuine grin. Most new hires never asked him how his day was. He couldn’t blame them though. He was a rather intimidating individual. He exhaled and reminisced. “You liking school?” 

“I’ve been loving it!” Derek grinned. “I’m in my third year and this is my third school, but I’ve really been enjoying myself here at Oak Point. This campus really cares about my program and it makes me feel right at home.”

Glen smiled and put his thumbs on the small of his back and leaned forward on his loafers. “Ah, I remember how young and restless I was at your age.” He looked up at the ceiling and Derek could see the admiration in his eyes while he reminisced. “I loved school; I was obsessed with studying literature really, but I knew it wouldn’t last forever.” He looked back at Derek. “Just know that acquiring knowledge should never stop once you get that degree.” 

“Oh of course, sir,” Derek replied. “I never want to stop learning about new and exciting things.”

At one point, Glen had to force people to call him sir, but now it had become common knowledge among the staff that most just did it without question. It was a silly little thing, but it always made his day. The old man grinned and although it was partially concealed by his thick white facial hair, there was a demure vulnerability behind his old, hazel eyes. “Young man, that makes me so happy. I’m glad that knowledge has impacted you the way it has me.” 

Derek smiled. He’d been surprised this gruff librarian everyone had told him to fear was actually such a softie. It felt good to get on his boss’s good side right away.

“Ah well, I’m sure my emails are piling up,” Glen said. “But it was nice meeting you, young man. I look forward to seeing you around the library and I hope your academic pursuits continue to reward you handsomely. Don’t be a stranger.”

“Thanks Mr. Monroe,” Derek said as the huge man turned around and walked away, treating the young man to an unintended show. Glen Monroe’s massive, beachball-sized buttcheeks were impossible to miss as they were always on display in every pair of pants he wore. His dress shirt tapered to his broad back while his wisps of gray hair flicked in the air conditioning. Derek couldn’t help but feel some admiration for his superior. Even though he took his job a little too seriously, he seemed like such an authentic and smart gentleman who seemed genuinely invested in helping and bolstering Derek’s career. Maybe being a librarian wasn’t such a bad gig after all. 

Visceral Leaderboard: August 2023

Hello all, I just want to say that I appreciate your continued support. I have had quite the busy summer, dealing with many lifestyle changes and trying to search for sustainable jobs. I’m still writing off and on of course so more is on the way although I just can’t quite say when. So, I figured I could start doing an official leaderboard of my stories and maybe turn some of you onto my older works.

1. Family Breakfast

2. Family Man

3. Business Trip

4. One of the Boys

5. First Drink

6. Knowledge is Power

7. Yttrium Fitness

8. Getting Into Character

9. From Principal to Athlete

10. Old Money

(And my spotlight story of the month: that I wish for more love: Breaker Beach.)

Once again, thank you all for supporting me (and I hope you are all undergoing transformations into the men you are meant to be) :0

obsessed with how deep this guys belly button got

#twinktobear