Stuck as Santa

bewilderberry:

Part 2 of a commission

“What is happening!” Jared yelled when he saw his fat, aged, and hairy body. He looked toward Paul who was rubbing his hands over his tight body.

“Wow,” Paul whisper, “It really worked…”

“What worked?” Jared demanded. That’s when he noticed the small device in Paul’s hand. Jared moved to grab it, but turned too quickly under his new weight and felt a jolt. “My back!” he screamed as he hit the floor.

“You can’t be moving around like that at your age!” Paul laughed as he slid the device into his pocket.

“I can’t move!” Jared wheezed. His massive body spilled out on the floor. His flabby bare ass exposed in his ripped underwear. It too was now covered in a light dusting of hair. Jared’s face looked tired, worn by time, his youth erased. Paul stared down at him disgusted.

“When did you become such a fatass, Jared?” Paul asked evilly. Jared looked up at him in horror.

“You did this to me, didn’t you!” Jared asked, still in a pathetic position on the floor. “I’ll go to the police!”

“And tell them what?” Paul laughed. “They’d never believe you.. And besides, I don’t think you’ll be going anywhere with that back for quite awhile. Jared tried to move but with his injury and the added weight he couldn’t even get to his knees, and the pain was almost too much to bare.

“Please help, I can’t get up and it hurts so much!” Jared cried.

“What’s that? You need some help, piggy?” Paul was enjoying this more than he expected. His snot nosed stepson was now a groveling hog of a human at his feet. “Just tell me you’re too fat to get up and I’ll help you to bed.”

“Paul please!” Jared yelled.

“Say it, pig!” Paul screamed. “Say you’re an old fat pig and you need help getting to bed!”

Jared stared up at his ripped young stepdad. “I’m…” he trailed off.

“You’re what?” Paul demanded, a crazed look in his eyes.

“I’m a fat old pig… and I need help getting to bed..” Jared said unconvincingly. The belch that erupted from him just after was entirely coincidental and surprised even Jared.

“Pathetic.” Paul said before spitting on the fat man’s back. He walked away to make a sandwich, ate, and put in a load of laundry before coming back to Jared’s naked body half an hour later still on the kitchen floor, now moaning from the pain in his back.

“Please, Paul!” Jared pleaded, “I’m a fat old pig, I mean it, I really am! Look at me! I need help getting to bed!” Jared tried to push himself up from the ground but only managed to rippled the fat across his body.

Paul reached down and patted Jared’s fat stubble covered cheek.

“See, pig, all you had to say was the truth… right?”

Jared nodded his head against the floor.

Paul grinned. “Alright let’s get your fatass off the floor.”

“How are you feeling, Paul?” the doctor asked as Jared lay in his bed at home.

“My name’s Jared, “ he replied. He was embarrassed that Paul hadn’t even given him a shirt before the doctor came in. Now he was sitting on the bed in nothing but a pair of underwear, his bhudda belly spreading his chunky legs apart. Moobs and salami nipples on full display. Overall he looked like a big hairy baby.

“No, I believe it’s Paul.” the doctor laughed.

Wasn’t this the same doctor Paul visited? He was so thin now, so young. Was he in on whatever was happening? This was the first time Jared had seen him make a housecall.

“You know me and my stepdad, why do you think my name’s Paul?”

“Oh, I thought…” The doctor looked surprised, “Well I thought he told you. See, your stepdad’s using your name now.. He’s essentially assumed your identity.. He’s got a pretty bright future ahead of him.. All the experience of a middle aged man in the body of a teenager. He’s really taking full advantage of it. I hear he wants to hit the stage, sing, dance, all that jazz.”

Jared had always secretly wanted to become a star. An odd feeling of envy and jealously overtook him upon hearing this news. His chubby cheeks turned a blotchy crimson red.

“So.. you’ll be playing the part of Paul from now on.. in life that is. We just couldn’t have people asking questions about why this fit 18 year old has suddenly ballooned into a 40 year old shadow of himself.”

Jared couldn’t believe his ears. He stared at the doctor in shock.

“That’s not fair!” he screamed, he tried to get up but felt his back tug a bit as he did. He laid back immediately out of fear. Fear drove him a lot these days.. For some reason he just couldn’t work up any nerve anymore. He did what Paul told him even though he hated Paul at this point.. It was sinking more and more into his head that he was just a useless old pig. And Paul was just so confident and youthful now.

“Listen Paul, this would all be much easier for you if you would just cooperate.” The doctor looked at his watch.

Jared worked up what little nerve he still had. “You two are going to pay for what you’ve done.”

“Well I’d hoped you wouldn’t be so combative… Jared!” Jared was surprised at the way the doctor yelled his name. But as the door swung open and Paul walked in he realized he had been calling the “other” Jared. Paul looked better than ever, his tight shirt revealing every muscle on his body. The breeze that came through the door slid across Jared’s nipples, causing them to shrink and harden, though they were still obscenely large. This made Jared painfully aware he was still shirtless. Paul and the doctor stared at Jared’s bloated old body for a moment. Angry red stretch marks had formed on his love handles due to his accelerated growth. His miserable body glistened with sweat even though the room wasn’t hot.

“Gross.” said Paul just to be mean.

“Jared,” The doctor said looking at Paul, “I think we’re going to have to take more drastic measures…” the doctor said feigning sadness. Paul looked delighted. He reached into his pocket and pulled the device out, aiming it at Jared and pressing the button quickly.

If Jared had felt tired before, he now felt exhausted. Paul’s eyes widened as he inhaled deeply.

“So now I’m producing enough testosterone for the both of us, and he’s not producing any?” Paul asked excitedly, staring at the device.

“That’s right..” the doctor assured. He turned to Jared, “Paul, your back should be healed in a week or two. Then you should be able to move around if you can keep the weight off.” Paul laughed at the last part.

Jared had been sitting in darkness for 2 whole weeks. Paul had closed the curtains and refused to turn the light on. He left the TV on the cooking channel 24/7. Jared couldn’t even see Paul when he brought his food. Today was the day Jared has decided he would try to get out of bed. Ever since he had lost all testosterone, he had been terrified of just about everything with no motivation whatsoever. Enough was enough though, he was determined to turn the light on. He swung his legs off the bed as it creaked loudly below him. His feet felt odd on the ground, as if they had become accustomed to not carrying his weight. He felt his stance being forced much wider than he remembered. He began to worry about just how big he had gotten. He huffed and puffed and he tried to stand several times until finally he forced himself up, waddling wildly for a few steps like they were his first. His footsteps banged heavily against the floor until he steadied himself. He felt against the wall for the light switch, his gut banging into the dresser before sliding over the top and knocking several things off. Finally he found the switch and flipped it on. He was blinded momentarily as he made his way to the mirror. He closed his eyes for several seconds and then opened them to take himself in. He felt a feeling similar to vertigo looking at what he saw. He now had breasts. Not just moobs, but full blown luscious breasts that hung from his chest. He had noticed his more sensitive nipples in the dark but didn’t realize the extent of the change. He cupped them each in hand, unable to fit the whole thing in his palm, much of it spilled through his fingers and off the sides. Then he began to see the bigger picture. He was gargantuan. He must have been nearing 500 lbs. He was more blob than human shaped now. His body looked like a melted candle. He was covered in more hair than ever.. That must of happened before I lost my manliness.. He thought to himself as he rubbed his fingers through the thick fur on his gut. He put two hands on his huge pillowy belly and shook it. His body rippled so much it nearly through off his delicate balance. Jared noticed one leg beginning to shake a bit as he was getting too tired to stay standing. He turned to find Paul standing in the doorway brushing his teeth in nothing but a towel. His beautiful body was easily twice the size of before, his muscles carved out deep, flexing with every small movement. His jawline had become ultra sharp and his shoulders were easily 3 inches broader, if not more.

“You better get your fat ass back in bed.” He said through the toothpaste.

Jared’s first instinct was to argue, but something overtook him. A submissive fear.

“Yes sir..” He said quietly as he waddled clumsily back to the bed. Paul left to spit out the toothpaste as Jared crawled feebly back into bed with much effort. Moments later Paul came back in.

“Get on all fours.” Paul ordered.

Jared’s eyes went wide, “What?”

“I said get on all fours, now on the bed, hog.”

Jared began rolling over onto his stomach, a big task for him. He wheezed and grunted as he managed to lift himself up. His belly hug low, nearly touching the bed. His moobs pressed against the bottom of his double chin when he tried to look down. Paul walked forward and cupped one of Jared’s breasts in his palm, seeming to weigh it in his hand.

“I don’t think I’ve ever even seen a woman with tits that big, pig.” Paul laughed. Suddenly he grabbed Jared’s nipple and twisted, causing Jared to squeal.

“Oh so you DO have a little piggy on the inside after all, huh?” Paul grinned. He then backed up and pointed the device at Jared once more.

“No! Please don’t!” Jared screamed.

“Can’t have you figuring out ways to escape.. Can we?” Paul said as he pressed the button.

“What are y..you.. Wha..” Jared trailed off as he scrunched his face, unable to think of what he was about to say, unable to remember how to speak, unable to remember just about anything. He still tried to talk, but could only manage to grunt and babble until eventually he went quiet. His mind slowly went blank and he began to drooled. After several seconds He looked up at Paul, making eye contact. The eye contact made Paul wonder if the device had actually work this time, until Jared stared at him through droopy eyelids as a loud slow fart escaped him, no shame on his face whatsoever, no thoughts running through his mind. Paul’s eyes darted around the room as his mind sped up, experiencing everything as a genius for the first time. His thoughts moved at rapid pace. He went to the kitchen and threw chips, milk, cookies, and ice cream into a bowl and just barely mixed it up into a brown grey sludge. He walked into the bedroom where Jared still remained on all fours, his eyes heavy as he vacantly stared around the room. Paul slid the bowl under Jared’s face and waited. Jared sniffed the sludge for a second before dipping his face in. He raised his head to grunt, breathe, and chew, his large breasts swinging forward and dipping into the mixture. Eventually he and the bed were covered. Jared slurped up the last of the mixture and belched loudly before knocking the bowl off the bed. Jared paused for a moment and looked at Paul with the same vacant expression before yellow liquid began pouring from his underwear and down his legs. He farted once more, collapsed into the mess and quickly fell asleep.

thegreatstoryteller:

cigardadclassic:

THE BIRTHDAY PRESENT

It was my birthday again. I was suck in my 40s and was going through a mid life crisis. I emphasize was. I was depressed and fat and working all the time. An opportunity came my way I couldn’t say no to. Someone gave me the ability to swap age, muscle, and vigor from my son. The guy approached me at the gym and I can’t say too much but sufficed to say, I was hesitant. I mean, just because I’d been given the chance didn’t mean I had to go through with it…right?

Well a few months went by and I didn’t use the birthday dream I’d been given. It was a magic box and if I opened it, I would de age and gain muscle and my son would grow older and fatter. I finally broke one night. I held the box open and this magical light poured forth. It felt so good, like a drug. I closed it after about thirty seconds. I didn’t feel much different. Then I checked the scale. 5 pounds had disappeared! I couldn’t believe it. I didn’t feel that much thinner.

That night at dinner my son was sullen. He lived at home to save money since the state university was in our town. He was like that several nights in a row. I finally asked him what the deal was and he said he’d gained a couple pounds of fat and he was hitting the gym hard every day. He just didn’t know how it happened but he was determined to lose it. He was a college athlete, played tennis and rowing. Played. Past tense.

Well, I couldn’t help it after that. I took another look at the box. Light poured forth. I couldn’t help but bask in it for a full minute. I had lost ten more pounds. My son was in panic and anxiety for days and I told him to try to chill out. I offered him a beer and told him it happened to everyone. I know, I know. But look, I just couldn’t believe how much better I felt losing all that weight. My son had some trouble because he no longer fit into his pants anymore. I bought him some new pairs. I told myself I wasn’t going to use it again. My son’s waist had already gained too many inches at my expense.

I told myself I would only try the box out one more time. I couldn’t help myself. It felt so good. Magic light poured up at me giving me nourishment and strength. My waist slimmed and my body started to look better. The gray in my beard disappeared, I could see it in the small mirror on the far side of my den. I smiled as my body ruptured into muscle. I stared in awe as my waist became taut and muscular and abs started to form for the first time since high school. Oh god. “OH GOD!” I yelled as my body erupted into muscle beyond my dreams!

I shut the box. I was ten years younger, at least.

Of course, that means my son took all those years and all those pounds for himself. He looks like a typical 28 year old who got fat. Even though he’s supposed to be 18 and a huge jock. His tennis days are behind him now and he can barely row. I have his muscles and decided to take up the sport myself. Joined a rowing class at the uni just to take advantage of my new frame. My new coach loves me. He says even though I’m 30 years old, I might still consider trying to row professionally. Of course if I was even younger, it might be easier.

But no, I can’t use the box again. My son became hysterical when it happened. He was screaming and cursing and raising hell, finally accusing me of somehow doing this. We “figured out” his body was draining into mine. But I feigned not knowing anything about happened and played dumb. I mean with a body like this, I just can’t lose. I am getting work a lot more than before. Clients seem to love the new me! And as for my son, he’s trying to lose the weight. I keep trying to get him to come to the gym with me but he doesn’t want to be humiliated so he just works out at home. I managed to get him to go to the beach but he humiliated himself by coming on to some pretty college aged girls, who dismissed him and called him gross. He actually cried on the way home. I comforted him as best I could but truth be told, I got those girls phone number after he ran off. I’ll be seeing both of them soon and probably fucking their brains out.

Of course, things would be even easier if I used the box again and got to be a young college stud 22 year old and put my son into middle age.

Not that I would do that. I couldn’t do that.

I mean, what kind of father would I be?

I would be huge, unstoppable, a god amongst men. A sex machine unlike anything I’d ever been able to think of. My son would be lucky to find size 45 jeans that fit him. But think of it. He’ll hate you, most likely. But I’ll be so happy. And I’m sure one day, he’ll understand.

I deserve this. After all, it was my birthday present.

I reach for the box.

A classic temptation. Who wouldn’t do that on their birthday no less!