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Monkey Business: Part 2 of 3
Damn, I’m fucking hot! I’ve been going out to the gym alot lol. It’s a turn on watching my muscles be covered by my thick fur.
After getting this new bod, I haven’t been shy about showing it off. The old me, Lewis, would never have been this fuckin confident. And, this hasn’t been the only change.
The first real change was at, Lewis’ old job. It was my first day back and I had to wear a dumb ass suit. It clung to my hairy bod; making me itch. It was suffocating me. In addition, my mind was being tortured by how boring the work was. I need to be active, energy was building up. I started getting hot and sweaty. I couldn’t fuckin stand it anymore. I ripped the suit off bod, exposing my furry self. The only thing left on me was my tight briefs outlining my huge package. The buildup of musk filled the room. The men of the office kept looking at me, lust in their eyes. Some guys even had to excuse themselves to the bathroom to beat one out. This was going to be fun or so I thought.
My attention turned to some of the women. Some gagging. They commented about a horrible smell. I guess they just can’t handle the smell of a real man. The men just ignored them as their interest in me and each other increased. I could tell the office was about to explode into an homosexual orgy, right before some bitch came and sprayed me with perfume. “What the fuck! Put your clothes on nobody wants to see that shit. And learn to take a fucking shower.” She said, as she did it. Right after, I was called into the office, my boss staring at my shirtless body. “Look, I … um can’t have you here in this office. Ahhh …There has been complaints and you are being to … um distracting. I’m sorry but, your fired.” He said in between rubbing in himself and moaning. He quickly left most likely to rub one out.
I went home feeling pissed; the anger turning into energy. I had to just fucking move. I spent days at the gym working out and fucking wannabe alphas. They were intoxicated by my musk. However as days passed, I became depressed. The money in my bank account started to run low. I needed work, but in a place that could meet up with my needs. So one day, I just fucking started running around my apartment complex, shirtless and in shorts. Going around the whole complex multiple times. Multiple neighbors watching me, talking about me. Thoughts entered my mine. I love this fuckin attention. Of course people are going to be looking. Why wouldn’t they? But, I can’t stand people who hold some kind of speciesism towards me. Those fuckers who are jealous of me and my human-monkey hybrid body, so they try to take it out on me.
In the midst of my workout, I saw him. His fuckin beautiful brown skin toasting in the sun, as he worked around the complex. I would later get to know his name, Enrique. He mowed the lawn with those powerful arms. Sweat ran down his hairless, shirtless body. He continued working, making repairs to broken fences and did other maintenance work around the complex. But, through all this work he always looked at me, as I ran by. A smile appearing on his face each time he saw me. A smile that turned me on. He finally waved at me, calling my attention.
“Damn you have a lot of energy. This is like you 50th time around. Maybe you can use some of that energy to help me out.” He spent the rest of the day explaining everything about his work to me. He was a maintenance worker at multiple apartment complexes. The more time I spent with him the more I felt there was something about him. I mean he could never be as perfect as me but, he was pretty great for a human. He loved the work I was able to do, and loved my monkey characteristics. As, the hot day progressed, I let the smell of my animalistic musk evade my mind. I could only think of working out and fucking now.
Enrique saw this and invited me to his car, where are bodies united. Bumping and grinding on each other. Hair on skin. Muscle on muscle. He didn’t seem to be affected by my musk, like other men were. He let me fuck him out of pure love. We both wanted more, and I told him about my situation. He hired me, both knowing we were going to have a lot of fun. This job was going to be perfect. Working out, being shirtless, and being with someone I loved.
I made my way home and decided to go on the computer, my day with Enrique still fresh in my mind. When suddenly a dialogue box opened “Hello Logan … The time has cum hahaha.” It was morphmaster and I knew the price for my existence need to be paid.
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A Recipe for Rekindling Love
Tyler and Ryan were a matched made in heaven. From the outside they had a perfect relationship. It was one of those relationships that make you incredible jealous. And, in fact it was a perfect relationship, at least until these last couple of years.
Tyler and Ryan met in high school and were the ultimate power couple. Tyler was a wrestler and Ryan a football player. They would spend their time together hanging out, working out, and playing video games. Where ever one went the other would sure be there. Everyone thought they were the best examples of friendship, if only they knew. It was during the day of their graduation when the truth was let out. Tyler lead Ryan back to the locker room.
“This is where we first met. Where I feel in love with. Through the sea of hot bodies that filled this room, I fell in love with you Ryan. All the times we spent here after hours. The love and magic are bodies made. I got to know you and you me. I know we are young and right now we are not in a situation to come out, but I want make a promise. I will always love you and when we are ready will you marry me?”
Ryan was shocked but he felt the same way, “Yes, I will always be here for you … I love you, too.” He lean in and began kissing Tyler. Both of them getting in to it. They started making out, embracing both of their powerful bodies. They used their hands to feel every muscled curve of each other’s body. With swift sexual motions they help each other remove their clothes.
However, a group of jocks walked in and caught them in the act, and truth spread out like wild fire. Through the halls of the school. In the whispering done in the seats of the graduating class. The conversation and gossip filled social media. When each boy returned home, they realized their parents knew. Arguing happened; The boys tried to explain, but their words would not be able to penetrate the deeply religious minds of their parents. They were told to leave their houses, as soon as possible
A year passed and both boys had to grow up fast. They became men. Being disowned they couldn’t go to college and live the lives they wanted, it would be put on hold. For a couple of months they were homeless, but over time they found jobs and got on their feet. Ryan found a job at a fast food restaurant right by their soon to be new apartment. While, Tyler ended up find a well-paying construction job, one that could support both him and Tyler. So, he pressured Ryan to go back to school doing something with his life. To get their lives back on track. When Ryan became successful, it would be Tyler’s turn to better his life.
Once Ryan finished college, the problems started. Ryan was having a hard time finding a better job. All this education and he still worked at the fast food restaurant. Tyler grew angry. He felt like Ryan had wasted so much of his time. He was doing nothing with his life. And it showed in their bodies. They years of construction has turned Tyler’s body into a sculpted god, but Ryan’s college life/ part time job left no room to work out. He began to gain weight and become fatter. Fat covering every inch of his body. Now that he was done with school, the weight gained seemed to be worst. Everyday Tyler would come home to Ryan doing nothing. However, Ryan always argued about how starting up a business is hard and sooner or later it was going to lift off. But, the resentment of Tyler and guilt from Ryan began to taint their relationship. Love had left Tylers’ eyes and he saw Ryan in a new light. The only thing Ryan seemed useful for was cooking and eating. Ryan was fat and disgusting. Sex began to feel like a chore. Tyler missed when they were still young and their two fit powerful bodies would unite with passion.
“You’re not happy Tyler” he told himself. “You got to just break up with him; it’s not worth it. Yes you spent so much time with Him, but sometimes things don’t work out. Besides he’s fat a disgusting now. We just out grew each other. Well he out grew you.” He laughed in front of the mirror. “FUCK!! Why can’t I just break up with him?”
Ryan heard everything. He was in shock. Yes they had their problems, but what relationship didn’t. Ryan didn’t think it was already this bad. He let some time past, while thoughts raced in his mind. He laid their pretending to still be asleep. Tyler walk out on his way to go to work, he looked at Ryan and sighed. As soon as Tyler left, Ryan broke down crying. For the first time feeling how fat he truly has become. His moobs and rolls of fat squishing each other as he sat up in bed.
I couldn’t stand it anymore. Let’s just say I love love. And Thomas and Ryan were perfect for each other. Someone just had to reignite the flame. And, that someone was going to be me.
Time passed and Ryan did not leave the room, until he started smelling food coming from the kitchen. He fell into a trance and followed it. His belly and moobs shaking with each step. Laid out in the kitchen, was a set of pots and ingredients. Nothing was cooking, but Ryan felt the need to cook what he was smelling. With each chop and stir, Ryan’s body was transforming. Fat was melting of him, as now a strong muscled man was standing in the kitchen cooking under a trance. Each motion causing a group of muscles to flex and then relax. His body was an instrument of muscles.
On the flip side, Tyler came home. He was greeted by his shirtless boyfriend, his abs on full display. Something was not right, but Tyler couldn’t focus, as the smell of the food entranced his mind. All he could think about was how much he loved Ryan. All the good times they had … and how hungry he was. Every spoonful started changing Tyler’s body. His hard earned body started to get cover in fat. His belly started sticking over his lap straining his sweat shirt.
Tyler’s mind snapped revealing his belly, as he started to laugh hysterically. “You took my body!”
“I didn’t mean to, I don’t really know how this happened.” Ryan responded.
Standing there Ryan didn’t care how big Thomas was now. He actually liked Tyler’s new body. He looked cute, soft, and squishy. He came over to Tyler, “I still love you and I always will.” He kissed Tyler and a flame ignited deep in their hearts. Tylers hands felt their way across Ryan now rock hard body. Feeling the power in his movements. Ryan enjoyed the padding and squishiness that Tyler’s body now offered. With his strength, Ryan got Tyler to bend over. Unleashing his new powerful cock up Tyler’s thick ass. Each thrust reminded them of their love; all the good times they had.
Over the next few days their lives changed. Ryan’s online business picked up; let just say I help with the advertising. And with his new body he had the energy and drive to keep up with demands. Tyler went back to work. His co-workers were surprised by how fat he got. Their minds couldn’t comprehend the magic the occurred, so new memories flooded their mind. To them, Tyler was slowly getting fat over time. They just finally realized it. Now, he was too big to fit in the spaces he need to, he didn’t have the same stamina, and he was creating safety hazards. But, the team didn’t want to leave their man behind. As a group they decided that Tyler’s ten years of working for the company should be rewarded with a promotion. Now he is the fat stereotypical supervisor spotted at every construction site.
Their live were different, but they are happier than ever and they love every part of each other. Ryan cooks for his big man and they enjoy new adventurous sex life. They were meant for each other; they just had to get over some bumps in the road.
Buddy Swap (Part 1)
"Dude are you awake?" I heard as my eyes remained close. I could hear my friend moving closer to my bed. But, I turned away from his voice, as waves of nausea rolled throughout my body. The aftermath of the last night's party must have been affecting me. My body felt heavy and tired. -Yup I'm hungover- I said to myself.
"What fuck do want ... just leave me alone." I groaned. I felt pressure on my bed as my friend sat next to me. He placed his hand on my massive stomach and jiggled me awake. Every roll of fat was shaking. "Well it's kind of important." He said sheepishly. -My massive gut!?- Adrenaline rushed through my body, I flipped on my back and opened my eyes. I saw this massive mountain of fat where my abs used to be. Two hills of fat flesh created boobs on my once flat chest. I looked at my friend only to see my body looking back at me.
"WHAT THE FUCK!!" I yelled as I attempted to sit up. My ball gut flinged me back on the bed. My original body quickly got off the bed. I rolled to my side and finally succeeded at hoisting my huge body off the bed. I was standing next to my bed, off balance and with a headache. "Johnny don't freak it's me, Spencer. You are in my body. I can explain everything" My friend said, in my body.
"You fucking better." I threatened as my eyes became watery with fear. He began speaking, but watching my body talking to me is just to fucking weird. "I found this potion that swaps bodies and snuck it in your beer last night. Don't worry it shouldn't be permanent. It will reverse when we both wake up tomorrow."
"What the FUCK! Your not making any sense. Potion? ... What? ... Why?" I tried to get words out, but nothing made sense. I didn't know what to say. Magic is real? I mean I am in my fatass friends body, ... but it's not possible. "I met this girl online. But, I have been using pictures of you. We have so much in common, but she likes active guys." My friend explains.
"You are going on a date in my body?! You better think again!" I said as I walk toward my friend. My friend backed up to my bedroom door and put my bodies hands in the pockets of the jeans, he was wearing. With my bodies seductive smile he said, "Come on it's just one date; I'll probably blow it anyways." Seeing him use my face, I felt enraged and turned on. I tried to run and stop him from leaving, by tackling him down. But, not used to the new weight, I fell to the floor. My friend saw that I was struggling and came back in the room, "well I'm going need a few other things, too." He proceeded to pick out a nice shirt, shoes, my wallet, and keys. "I better get my body back." I yell as my friend leaves. All I heard, in response, was the appartment door open and close.
The Runaway
(Spring Break Pirates 11 of 14)
Yeah it's me ... It's Thomas. Now, tell me who you are before I open, the damn door.
See, Simon, now was that so hard. I'm going to open it, but keep your hands were I can see them; you've been spending too much time with Mr. Black. I need to make sure I can trust you.
Hey, what the fuck, Simon. What ... how ... you ... you look like ... you. You look like .... like your old self. How did you do this? What happened? Did you find a way to reverse this? ... Oh my god!!! Simon your eyes. They're pitch black. What the fuck is wrong with you?
Your saying Mr. Black did this to you. He gifted you with a seed of his powers. Now, your soul is being corrupted, with dark narcotic energy. But, you still have a piece of your humanity.and, with it you want to help get us of the boat.
This is fuckin great. I guess he didn't take into calculation how much you hate his guts. Now, that you have his power ... you can give us our bodies back.
What!? ... why won't you. Our bodies have been burned to ash. But, how did you get yours back. What the fuck!? Leonardo's soul was sacrificed to bring your body back. What the fuck!! So, we really are stuck like this. We're fucking stuck like this. I mean there's gotta be a way. You gotta be able to do something? I can't stay like this!
You can do something but, you won't. You won't sacrifice good innocent lives to do your spells. You want to hold on to your humanity for as long as possible. Then take Mr. Black's soul, he's not a good person. And use his soul to restore our bodies.
What? He's just one soul and will only provide one body. Damn, it!! Well we don't have to stop with Mr. Black. There are other corrupt souls all over the world. You can use theirs to transform us back.
What! The fuck dude! You still won't. Why!? The spell ... the one to bring our bodies back ... it'll corrupt our souls. Like it's doing to you. I don't give a fuck, do it to me. Give me my body back.
What are you doing with that knife. Uh ... I can't ... br ... ea ...th. *Gasp* Okay ... *gasp* okay ... I'll listen to you. Don't kill me! Please, don't kill me.
If you won't give us our bodies back, then how are you going to help us. Your, going to kill Mr. Black and free us from the boat and his reach. Then, you'll start looking for a safer way to change us back.
So, what do you need from me. You need me to leave the boat. Mr. Black wants me dead. In order to gain his trust and get closer to him, you need to make it look like you killed me.
Okay ... I get it. You send me off. You do your business. Then you'll come find me. And, along with the other guys, we'll find a way to get back to our normal bodies. Smart plan, dude!
What's with the face? I got it almost right. You've been doing the calculations in your head? There's an additional enchantment on the boat? What does it do? What!? Those who leave the boat, without Mr. Blacks permission ... they disappear. What does that mean? Where do they go ... what do you mean you don't know. So, in order to save everyone else, you need to sacrifice me. It's either this or you killing me. So my two options are a confirmed death or the unknown.
Okay, I'll do it. I don't really have a choice. And, I'm the first mate. I need to do what's best for the crew and my captain. Let's get it done.
. . .
So, I just jump off the boat? Okay, well, guess this is it. It's been great knowing you and all the guys. just promise me you'll help the rest of the guys. Send them by best, when this is all over. And, hang in their. I know these powers must be hard to contain. But, you are a good guy, remember that. So ... here, I go .... *plop*
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*Gasp* *cough* Shit!! This water it's so cold. I been underneath it for what felt like hours. Wait I. The distance ... land!?
...
A beach! People! Finally, I'm so close. I'm so, tired. I don't think I can make it. A boat, life guards!
...
Thanks guys. I don't know how I got that far out. Yeah, I guess I got caught up in a strong current. Wait ... what is that thing you guys are talking into. That's a pretty fancy walkie talkie. Wait ... what did you just say in your report? 7/21/19? What year are we in? 2019?
...
Shit, they ran vitals on me. And, I was fine. It's been a little less than a year, since I washed up close to the shore. I've was gone for about 30 years. 2019 would have been the year, I actually did turn 55. So, I guess time warped itself to make sense, with my aged body. I've settled up roots in this beach town. Being, a middle aged college drop out, with no papers to prove I'm a US citizen, it was hard. Luckily, I got hired at some hole-in-the-wall leather gay bar. Besides that, it's just been hard adjusting in general. So much has changed since the 80s. I've been trying to slowly introduce myself to new things. I just got one of those new fancy cellphone things. It's been helpful; on my down time, I've been researching what happened.
They looked for us. It's all in the papers. Our families looked for us. It was a big story. A group of college boys go missing at sea. But, every source leads to one conclusion, none of them were ever heard of again. I thought of seeing my family. But, I'm against it. It's not like I can explain the situation. They probably wouldn't even believe me, I am in a completely different body after all. And, it just been to long in general. My mom died a decade after I went missing. My siblings are older and I don't want to give my dad a heart attack.
Plus, I need to stay here. I know the guys are still out there. I need to be here for them. I need to keep looking for them. Or hope that they find me here, one of these days.
Holiday Special: The Twelve Months of Transformation
[Part 1 of 12]
(Inspired by Tim Allen in the Santa Claus)
January
Nick started the day like every morning that came before him. He woke, up, took a shower, got dressed, ate something healthy, and went to work.
His life felt very predictable. And, in all honesty, Nick loved it. He worked hard to make sure his life turned out they way he wanted it to. At the age of 35, he was already a successful business man. He lived a comfortable life in one of the most expensive cities in the country.
But, something caught Nick off gaurd. As he brushed his teeth, Nick checked himself out, as he always does. That is when Nick spotted it. On his head lied a single strand of grey hair.
Nick's heart sank. I can't be going grey, I'm too young, he screamed in his mind. But, he quickly calmed himself down. I'm am getting older, he thought to himself. It's okay of my hair goes grey. I think I can pull it off. Plus, it's probably all this stress of being promoted to a senior position. I just gotta relax some more.
Nick spent the next few minutes playing with the strand of grey hair. Trying to hide it and blend it into the remaining jet black hair.
As the month continued, the rest of his hair started to lose it's sheen. Becoming more duller. More grey hair started to appear on the sides of his head. So, I'm going grey, he thought to himself. But, instead of panicking, he just tried to except that this was his life now.
He tried to embrace it. But, his friends made it hard. "Damn, dude that stressful job must be killing you. It already draining the life from your hair. You even look like you should be in your forties." They laughed.
But, they were telling the truth. The grey hair was affecting him more than he would like to admit. He couldn't understand why. Even his job that he loved, became more of a chore. His friends where even right about him looking older. Whether it was subconscious or not, his body even began to feel older.
The last straw was an experience he had buying a new suit. Buying a new suit always made him feel better. He looked around until he saw this red and white suit. He felt deep in his heart that he needed it. So, on the spot he told the cashier to ring it up for him.
As, Nick waited to pay he noticed the price of the suit was less than what was on the price tag. "Is there some kind of special going on, right now" He asked hoping this meant he could by another suit without going over his monthly suit budget.
The cashier that must have been in their late 20's looks up at him. "Yes sir, I already applied the silver fox special to your order."
"The Silver Fox Special, Dan?" Nick stuttered out.
"Oh, I thought you already knew about the specia.l. Yes, we are currently have a special going on for our valubale customers 40 and over."
"Thank you, I guess." Nick awkwardly laughed. He didn't want to show how bothered he was for being mistaken for a man in his 40s. Nick paid for the suit and speed out of the store. He stopped by a convenient store and bought some hair dye. He never felt more thankful for the self-checkout line then he he did at that moment.
He got home, washed his graying hair, and applied the dye to his hair. After waiting for time to pass, he washed out the dye and smile to see jet black hair cover his whole head once again. He was even happier to see himself looking his age, again. Damn it's weird how much older the grey hair made me look, Dan thought to himself. I guess dying my hair has to be added to the schedule, now.
Nick set a monthly reminder in his phone: Buy more hair dye.
Holiday Special: The Twelve Months of Transformation
[Part 7 of 12]
July
As Nick went well into July, He couldn't recognize the man he used to be anymore. It was more than the half way point of the year. He lost his friend because it was weird for an old man to be hanging out with a bunch of 30's, going to clubs, hiking, etc. His body couldn't even keep up anymore, like he was able to just a few months ago.
His friend now consisted of his boss, and the other older guys at the business club, and the baker from down the street. He already started looking older and fatter than his boss, at this point. His boss stopped treating him like a young man a long time ago. Instead his boss viewed him, as a slightly older man than himself. He started to look up to Nick as a role model.
As, head of sales and distribution , Nick started to find joy in his work. He was good at it. Making sure these were delivered on time gave him a sense of accomplishment. Something he could finally control. His new office was filled with people that never knew hunky 35 year old Nick. Instead all his staff knew him as a portly mid 50s to early 60s man. They treated him with respect, by always calling him Mr. Winters. And, he was a good boss. He tried to make the work environment fun. Alway, leaving gifts for people's birthdays and having weekly staff bonding games and parties.
Nick gave up on trying to stay fit. He tried to stay on a diet, but it wasn't working out. The first couple of days he felt sick. He had no energy, was grumpy, and his stomach constantly screamed for food. As, he began to eat more he became more energetic and jolly.
It felt good finally allowing himself to binge on food. He spent years trying to stay fit. But. It didn't matter, anymore. Because no matter what he did, now, he was going to end up fat. It was like all the weight was lifted off his shoulders and land on his belly.
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In the last week of July, Nick took the 6 hour drive to visit his mom for her birthday. The fear and anger about his situation slowly began melting a way. Because, there was nothing he could do at this point.
It was becoming a tighter fit, in his car, even with the car seat pushed all the way back. Even his 3 day travel bag was strained carrying his bigger clothes and snacks. Nick body constantly felt hungry and if he went to long with out eating he would feel tired and cranky. Another bag of snacks sat on the front seat. It was filled with cookies, chips, beef jerky, candy. He had multiple liters of Coca Cola on the floor of the passenger seat.
He finally made it to his mother's house and knocked door. His mom was thrown off guard as she saw this big older man, at the door.
"Hi Mom!" He says going to give his mom a hug. His belly squeezed against her.
It took a moment to realize what was happening, but his mother replied, "Nick is that you?"
Nick was a bit surprised his mom wasn't freaking out, but he just laughed. His belly jiggling in the process. "Yeah, I wasn't lying I'm an old fat man, now." Nick patted his belly.
Over the weekend, the two spent time together. They went to the store and out to eat. Nick found every excuse to buy his mom something. He enjoyed making her happy and spending time with family. He even decided to not ask her about his father, because what was the point. There was nothing that could be done anyways.
On the other side, Nick's mom worried for her son. She knew the truth. Sadness filled her eyes, everytime she stared at him. The night before he left he heard her crying in her room.
Nick's heart broke and walked in carring a cup of Hot Cocoa to cheer her up. "Mom what is it? Are you sad because of my transformation... because you don't have to be. I'm okay with it, honestly." Nick tried comforting her.
She wiped the tears from her eyes, "Damn your just like your father... Nick, I have to tell you something about your father." Nick's heart raced, he wasn't expecting this conversation but, he just nodded.
"Your father is... Santa Clause. And, based on your transformation it means he's dead."
Nick dropped the Hot Cocoa, the mug shattering on the floor. His mind raced, as his mom informed him of all the missing details.
After another day at his mom's home, Nick drove home his head still spinning trying to grasp the weight of what she said and what this all meant.
