Can You Turn Me Into A Washed Up Former Athlete Now Bear Coach That Bottoms For His Team Members?

Can you turn me into a washed up former athlete now bear coach that bottoms for his team members?

OF COURSE BRO!! If only more idiots asked me this type of thing 🤤

Fuck, you're so hot bro. I bet you look incredible out on the field, it'd be great to get a piece of that ass. Too bad you wanna get rid of it, hey?

Coach says you're off the team. I know I know, it sucks, so you came to me to help get back in his good books. Come on, sit down on the couch, I ordered us a pizza ;)

Truth be told, you always wanted to get a bit bulkier, didn't you? Bros love big biceps, but coach always said you had to stay lean. That's not an issue now, is it?

Woah, fuck bro, slow down! You're done with that whole thing already? Let me order another one. And here, have some beer - relax a little.

What's that? Coach won't let you drink?

DUDE, we've been over this, coach isn't in the picture anymore... just chug it, you know you want to! I said I'd help you get back in his good books, but just, you gotta trust me!

There we go, that wasn't so hard, was it. I crack open another can and hand it to you. Soon you're on your third, then fourth, oof, let me go get another six pack. Talking about six packs... I should mention, all that beer is going straight to your stomach

Oh come on, stop whining, people like a bit of a belly, it's hot, it makes you like bigger, beefier. There, look, that gut looks good on you. You feel your shorts and tank top start stretch and strain, and a thick layer of fat grows over your muscles. I snap my fingers, and suddenly, you see...

How do you feel bro? Pretty hot, right? A big, sweaty fat ass, sitting shirtless in your sweatpants. Covered in fur, sweat, and, uh, oops... I guess your hair got caught in the crossfire. But at least you don't need to worry about getting it cut anymore ;)

So, do you like it? NO? What are you talking about? I know you don't look 20 years old anymore, that's the point - I thought you wanted to get back in coach's good books? Dude, you weren't getting back on the team, sorry. I had to be creative.

Anyway, you better get used to it. Go crack open another six pack

You slump back into the couch, distraught. Don't worry bro, I gotcha, let's turn some soccer on to cheer you up. I hit the remote, and your TV screen lights up with tonight's game

Isn't that better? Your eyes are glued to the screen, and you feel a new way of thinking take hold in the your mind. That was a great pass, wasn't it? But fuck, what's that striker doing, fucking idiot! WAIT, FUCK, FUCK YEAH! You'll have to show this clip to your boys.

Wait, what? Your boys? Uh, yeah, you're going back in tomorrow to start your new job as the assistant coach. I told you I would get you back in his good books didn't I ;)

Oh, just one last thing: think of the team for a second. HAH, look at the face, you're practically drooling. It turns out that coach didn't really need an assistant, he was doing pretty fine by himself. So, I had to persuade him that you could be useful in other ways. We decided your old mates could do with some relief after practice, a way to take out the stress of the game. I did have to make you a bottom, but, hey, at least you're back in the locker room

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And now something to thank you for taking the time to read this...

He was doing the photoshoot for a friend. The photographer was nice when they talked over texts and the few phone calls they had. It made him feel not as nervous about the photoshoot. He had never done anything like this before, so he anxious, but also excited.

He knew he didn't have the model looks, but he also knew he wasn't unattractive.

'This could be a fun little experience.' He tells himself as he walks into the photographer's studio.

The two men make small talk as he's told to dress in the attire the photographer picked out for him. He was a little confused since they hadn't mentioned anything about him needing to change his wardrobe. As far as he knew, this was just supposed to be a non-professional sort of thing.

He doesn't protest, though, since the outfit wasn't anything crazy. Just simple grey pants and a button-down shirt. Although as he dressed up he noticed how the clothing was a few sizes too big for him. He says as much, but the photographer tells him it's fine.

"I'll make some edits if need be." He says.

With that, he finishes getting dressed and walks over to the backdrop that was set up.

"Okay, give me a nice big smile."

"That's it!"

"You're doing great!"

"Hold the pose. Perfect!"

Each praises and click of the camera stirs something in the young man. His anxiousness just evaporated. He grew more confident, seeming like he had done this many times before. The clothing that was a little baggy on him starts to fit around his growing body. The young man's lean body frame gaining in size with the amount of muscle he was gaining after each photo was taken.

His face that was clean shaven before itches while black hairs sprout along his sharpening jawline. He rubs a hand over his new beard, shuddering over how good it felt under his touch. While he grew more muscular, the young man lost a few inches in his height. Making him a little under average with his height.

To close off the photo shoot, he does his favored and signature pose. Grinning at the compliments, the photographer gives him. With th photoshoot concluded so too was the young man's old self. Now, he was a confident, more attractive model. Eager for his followers to see these new photos of him.

Cursed Pigs

Content Warning: Incest, Weigh Gain, Homophobia, Misogyny

Mason was about to go on a date with his girlfriend, he sent a snap to his story to show off his body. Mason was a sophomore in college, he loved to workout, he’s the type of man who could easily steal your girlfriend.

Mason was an arrogant asshole who didn’t care who he was mean to, he was as homophobic as it gets, genuinely being disgusted by gay men. If any girl he dated had a gay best friend he’d force her to drop him, and they’d always listen because he was extremely good in bed. He hated fat people the most, found fat women to be disgusting and fat men to be pathetic. He learned all of this from his father of course, who he was on his way to visit for Labor Day weekend. His father was a muscular daddy type, if Mason had been in his 40s they could be twins.

He couldn’t wait to meet his dad for Labor Day, he and his father and they were planning on going camping. Mason had gotten home and called out for his dad. “

“Dad! I’m home!” Mason walked into the living room where the tv was on and his dad was in his cushioned arm chair, but his dad looked different. His dad had become fat, his once muscular body had been covered in blubber. There was a thick musk in the room, and he was just in underwear that had been clearly stained with cum and piss.

“Dad what the fuck happened to you, when did you become a fatass?!” Masons dad said nothing, instead he let out a rank fart. Frrrrrbbbbttt. “Oh god dad that reeks!” Mason didn’t realize what was on the tv, it was playing a weird sound and as Mason looked closer there were fat fags feeding each other with junk food. “Dad what the fuck are you watching?? What’s wrong with you!” As Mason yelled his minds started to feel numb, he started watching the TV and taking his shirt off.

A drip of drool started to fall from Mason mouth as he watched the fat men stiff each other with doughnuts, cake and burgers. He watched as the fat men started getting fatter, he was feeling hungry. “D-dad… what’s happening?” His dad continued to stay silent as he rubs his stinky crotch. Masons body started to soften, all of the hard work he had put into his muscles was being wasted.

The softening of his body continued, a feeling that was foreign to Mason. “You’re started to look good, boy” Masons father finally said something, his voice had gained a southern twang, which made no sense since they were from Jersey. Mason had a hard time getting his words out, he tried really hard to protest, but his cock was starting to stiffen.

“Da- daddy please… what’s happening?” Mason’s belly started to hang over his waistband, his chest was quickly becoming plump moobs. His v-line has become a u-line. “I-I’m getting fat… daddy why am I talking l-like a fag-got…” Mason grabbed his fattening belly, causing him to moan.

Masons body began to become covered in body hair, where he use to shave regularly, now he looks like he’s never seen a razor. A piercing formed into his nipple, his dad got up and tugged on it. “Smell my musk, boy” Mason’s daddy groped his moobs and played his with sons growing belly. “Mmmm your cock is getting covered in fat, boy. Fat boys don’t get big cocks, you know that piggy.”

Mason reached down and felt that his once 8.5in cock shrunken down to a 3in nub. Fat was swallowing his body and Mason fought with the urge to run and the urge to worship his daddy’s smelly cock. Mason was starting to get smellier and smellier, BO and musk emanating from his body.

Masons transformation was almost over, as his daddy played with his fat belly his brain was becoming foggier and foggier. His cock a useless nub that he can’t use to fuck bitches anymore. The misogynistic muscle head was gone and was replaced by a slobby, stinky fat pig.

What Mason didn’t know was that his father had pissed off a fatass on twitter, and she cursed him and his jock son to be fatass faggots. Because of her, Mason and his daddy were closer than ever before… and they could no longer spew ignorance because they were too busy shoving food into their mouths.

Genetics (twink to bear tf)

"Urgh, you know what I fucking hate? Fat men. Like, bears, you know? It's just so gross. I can't believe they don't take care of their bodies"

I fucking hate twinks like this. Just because he's skinny, smooth, pretty, he thinks he's so special? It's just genetics! It's not anyone else's fault their DNA has made them a real man, not like him.

If he thinks it's so fucking easy to be them, why doesn't he try walking a mile in their shoes?

Hmm...

SNAP - a nice, big, pair of work boots (don't mind the smell). Their last owner has soaked then nice and deep in sweat, and the traces of DNA left in them will be just what this twink needs to remodel his life.

I leave them in his bedroom. When he finds them, his curiosity will get the better of him, and as he slips them on his cells will start to squirm and wriggle and edit their genetic code into the perfect pig. His balls swell, pumping more and more testosterone around his body. His muscles thicken and bulge, and a layer of fat coats his stomach. He tries to yelp, but a low, rumbling growl comes out of the new, thick Adam's apple instead. When he clutches it, he feels that his hands are thicker, meatier.

A real man should have thick, sweaty armpit hair too. All that extra testosterone makes you stink, you know? It's intoxicating, and he reaches down and grabs his new, thick cock.

Fuuck, he smells great. At least, he thinks so ;)

But damn bros, I dunno, do you think it's enough? That's not a bear, that's a cub at best

Cuz like, while his old twink genetics had kept his body hair to zero, in a real man, those follicles get turned on everywhere. His back, his hands, especially his ass. He should have after wave of dark hair creeping all over him, up over his shoulders, deep into his crack...

And no one keeps up a gym routine forever. Eventually he'll start skipping, taking cheat days, and those things have consequences, ya know: big consequences. With all this new appetite his body starts to bulge, stretching out at the waist, each can of beer going straight into his new gut. His brain cells rewire - from now on, he's gonna be always hungry, always just wanting to sit on the couch, scratch his balls, and stuff his face like a pig

There, bros, don't you think he's perfect? Of course when he snaps out of it, he's gonna scream, sob, and whinge about his new body, but I'm sure he'll come round eventually. He'll understand how much better it is to have a body like this, to have a set of genetics blessed by the god of pigs

But if not, hey, he can just lose some weight, right? It's so easy

[I hope this one is good! Remember, asks and dms are always open for tf requests or roleplay. Maybe tell me what you'd do to me, or request a visit from the god of pigs]

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