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Ferore felt small rivulets of sweat running down his face, his wifebeater was already completely soaked with it and clung firmly to his body. His muscles were starting to ache, it was clear that he was already approaching his limit but he was too determined to give up just yet, he had to keep on pushing himself. He had to get at least a few more reps in, that’s how he got to where he was now. It was difficult to believe it’s already been five years since he got stuck in this body, but nobody could deny that he’d made them count. Ferore had no doubt in his mind that none of Joe’s old fuckbuddies would have ever recognized him if they saw him now. While nothing made him feel more proud than knowing just how far he’d come in his efforts to fix it up, Ferore wasn’t exactly eager to remind himself of what it used look like, what he used to look like back then. Those first few months were especially difficult, with each glimpse of his reflection reminding him of everything he’d lost.
Until that day, exactly five years ago his life had been so perfect that sometimes Ferore was finding it difficult to believe that it was even real. Being in charge of a successful real estate developer firm at such a young age. Having this gorgeous, muscular body without an ounce of excess fat, that both men and women alike lusted after. Perhaps back then he couldn’t take full advantage of it, always staying cautious and making sure his preference for men remained a secret from everyone in the business. But at the time he used to concern himself with much more important issues than getting laid.
And then one day, without any warning whatsoever, he woke up in that tiny, cramped apartment. Laying on some old, squeaky mattress, among dirty bedsheets that stank of body odor and sex. And what was even more disgusting, with a large, unwashed buttplug laying on the bed next to his face. Ferore’s first thought was that he must’ve been been kidnapped in his sleep by some sicko pervert, but any rational explanation of what might have been going on flew right out of the window the moment he looked at himself.
It had to be fat, hairy arm which he’d spotted first when he attempted to pull the smelly bedsheet away. As if in slow motion Ferore watched as the large pockets of fat around it wobbled from left to right when it travelled exactly where he ordered it to. Short, plump fingers grabbed the slightly discolored fabric, lifting it up and making it painfully obvious that it wasn’t the only part of his physique which looked completely off that morning.
Ferore still remembered that helpless scream which escaped his throat when the sheet finally flew away and revealed everything else. He used to take immense pride in always keeping his composure, even in the most stressful of situations he’d ran into within the business world, but this was way too much to take in all at once. Everything he found so vile and disgusting in other men was suddenly right there in front of him!
Large, drooping moobs that laid squished over his body, along with the huge, nearly formless gut that spilled to both sides and gave him the appearance of a gigantic, deflating balloon. Tons of body hair, not in the form of a neatly maintained, luxuriant chest hair which he could tolerate on certain men, but a wild pelt that indiscriminately covered everything, even his arms and shoulders. And worst of all, that nasty pair of briefs tightly stretched over his fat thighs. Ferore had no doubt in his mind that they used to be white one day, but now were only grey, with dark, yellow stains in the middle.
But even despite all of that he’d still managed to collect himself fast enough to realize just how big of a mistake he’d made when he screamed at the top of his lungs right then. Ferore’s eyes immediately went to the door, expecting whoever kidnapped him and did all of this to rush inside and try to silence him. But the only thing that came, was a loud banging on the wall right behind him, followed by some woman’s yelling, telling him to keep it down because she was trying to sleep. That was something he did not expect in the slightest, it was so surreal, it seemed like might have still been asleep, trapped in some really messed up dream. Yet no matter how long he sat on the bed, trying to pinch himself he couldn’t wake up.
It was tempting to give up right there and then, but that wasn’t who he was, Ferore knew that he would eventually figure this out even if at the time he was still having trouble believing it was actually happening. Ferore hefted himself up, groaning when the dull pain radiating across his back confirmed that his new body was definitely as heavyset as it looked. He carefully stomped across the tiny apartment, trying his best not to step on any of the dirty clothes scattered around the floor and began exploring, hoping that he might find something that would shed some light on what had happened to him.
At first Ferore was still wary of someone coming inside, but the longer he spent searching through the place, the more apparent it became that it was just an ordinary apartment. Well, not an ordinary one to be precise, clearly it belonged to some disgusting slob and a likely sex addict judging by the number of porn videos on the shelves and all the various-sized dildos he found in the drawers. But after spending a good couple minutes sifting through them, Ferore was close to giving up. He’d managed to find out that the man who lived here, whose body he now seemed to occupy was named Joe, but that was literally it. The clue he needed came to him only out of sheer luck when he accidentally knocked over a stack of porn magazines laying on the desk and found an envelope with some documents stuffed inside.
Apparently this man was a janitor and used to work at his firm. ‘Used to’, that was accurate, according to the paper he got fired a week ago, effective immediately. Wait… no, this couldn’t be… suddenly Ferore realized that he knew exactly who he was. Last week they’ve been having an important meeting with some of his business associates when extremely loud moaning suddenly began echoing from the next room. After talking to the head of the security he’d later found out that it was one of his men getting blown by some janitor and that both of them had already been fired on the spot. That had to be the guy, it was too much of a coincidence! Yet much to Ferore’s dismay that didn’t explain a single thing. How did he end up in that janitor’s body? How was such a thing even possible? Instead of finding the answers he was looking for, something completely different became apparent to Ferore… he was horny, incredibly horny.
He’d felt it since waking up, but back then it was much easier to ignore thanks to all the shock and confusion he was experiencing. Ferore wasn’t sure if these feelings had subsided a little since then, or if the urge to play with himself simply grew that much stronger. Remembering that moaning they’ve heard in the conference room and looking at all those porn mags certainly didn’t help. The men weren’t even his type, way too big and hairy for his tastes but there was something about their huge, erect cocks that Ferore simply could not ignore, no matter how hard he’d tried to focus on something else. His thoughts always came wandering straight back to them. He knew that he had to come up with some kind of a plan on what to do next, but how could he do that if the only thing on his mind were massive, dripping dicks? It quickly became painfully clear that he will have to take care of this problem whether he liked to or not.
The thought of masturbating in this body absolutely disgusted Ferore but it didn’t seem like there was any other way to clear up his head. He reluctantly laid back on the bed and wrapped his fat, sausage-like fingers around his new cock. It was so short and yet it made him feel so incredibly good. Ferore couldn’t have possibly anticipated what happened later as within moments he was completely lost in pleasure. Wishing that he was the one who got to suck off that security guard, not only him but every single one he’d employed, ordering them to fill all of his holes with their big, delicious cocks during one gigantic orgy. When Ferore turned his head and saw the buttplug laying next to his face his body acted as if by itself, shoving it inside his wide open mouth so he could give it a good suck to lube it up before stuffing it up his needy hole. That was enough to get him to cum, but it didn’t satisfy him in the slightest. Ferore only found himself hastily wiping the load into the bedsheets he was laying on and went back to jacking off. Milking his big ballsack, not taking any breaks except to change the porn dvds playing on the screen. Even today Ferore felt a great deal of shame over losing control like that, there was no telling how long this thing would have went on for if a sudden, loud knocking on the door hadn’t brought him back to reality.
Ferore thought it might have been that woman from earlier coming back to complain about the bear porno blasting from the tv at nearly full volume or perhaps his own, extremely loud, helpless moaning as he fucked his ass with the biggest dildo he could find. So when he reluctantly stumbled to the door and swung it open, only to see his actual, old body looking back at him, the shock he experienced was simply beyond description. Immediately Ferore felt so humiliated, realizing that he’d just spent probably close to two hours continuously masturbating. His whole body was covered with sweat and damp with cum. But Joe, the man who currently resided in his body didn’t seem all that surprised by what he was seeing, like what he’d just interrupted was simply a part of his usual, morning routine. He looked scared at first before letting out a sigh of relief as if until then he was actually worried and genuinely wanted to make sure that Ferore was okay.
What happened afterwards was something Ferore couldn’t have even remotely anticipated either. Before he had as much as a chance to open his mouth Joe smiled in such a warm and kind manner that looked so eerily out of place in contrast to the usually stern face that Ferore normally saw in the mirror for years. Joe said that he knew exactly what he needed to help him feel better and casually unzipped his fly. Sure enough he was right, the sight of his own erect piece of meat was enough to make Ferore lose all of his inhibitions. For a second he wanted to protest, demand some kind of an explanation, but then the hunger for cock won out and he got to his knees, swallowing it to its hilt, taking in deep inhales of that manly musk pouring from his crotch. It was immediately clear that it hasn’t been the first time that Joe was having sex in his body that day but as long as his mouth was full, Ferore didn’t care in the slightest. He hungrily nursed what used to be his cock and refused to let it out of his throat for any longer than the duration of a single breath before he got back to sucking. Ferore kept at it with the same unrelenting tenacity until Joe filled his mouth with hot spunk and let his former boss eagerly gulp it down, finally calming the overwhelming horniness a little.
At the time Ferore couldn’t have known that this will be the only dick he would get to taste for months. It wasn’t easy getting laid looking like he did, even after Joe got Hugh, that hunky security guard who got fired alongside him, his old job back he still refused to even talk to Ferore. And the fact that he, coupled with the handful of Joe’s other fuckbuddies were now getting their blowjobs straight from a young, sexy CEO certainly didn’t help. But thankfully it was all a thing of the past now. Ferore smiled to himself as he noticed that a hot, beefy cub from the nearby bench was checking him out. Clearly the boner he got from remembering his first morning within Joe’s body did not go unnoticed.
The cub was already sprouting his own, much more sizeable tent inside his shorts and didn’t waste much time before shooting Ferore a meaningful look and heading off to the changing room after he’d noticed he got his attention. His attitude had changed quite a bit since that time they saw each other for the first time in the gym’s locker room a few months ago. Ferore was a bit chunkier back then than he was now, but Nate, the cub whose name he wasn’t sure he remembered correctly, was just as eager to fuck. Submissively moaning and calling him ‘daddy’ as he tried to get down on his knees, but much to his surprise, Ferore was the first one there. He might have learned to control his libido a little over the years, but whenever an opportunity to suck on a big, fat, piece of meat arose, Ferore was back to being that very same, cum-hungry pig from five years ago. He wasn’t sure whether Nate had managed to last even a full minute with his lips wrapped tightly around his cock and he hadn’t this time either. Ferore had always been a perfectionist so naturally he had to master the art of giving other men pleasure as well.
Many had tried to dominate him after learning that he was a complete bottom, most of the time it was a huge turn on, but sometimes Ferore simply had to remind them that he was the one who was always really in control. And what better way to do it than have them moan helplessly as they beg him to never stop working their cocks with his tongue. It wasn’t any different this time. Ferore chuckled to himself as he exited the changing room, leaving his lover in the dazed state as he attempted to compose himself in the afterglow of his orgasm. Then, he felt a certain dampness around his crotch… fuck… the front of his gym shorts was all soaked, and not with some mere precum leakage either. Ferore must have been so into it when he was sucking him off that he hadn’t even noticed it when he shot this major load himself. He sighed, in the end it looked like he really was nothing more than just a cum-hungry pig after all. There was no way he could get back onto the gym floor and finish his workout looking like this, even if the thought really turned him on.
As Ferore made his way to his car, he couldn’t help but feel somewhat disappointed with himself. Before he left for his workout, Joe had told him that he’d prepared something special for tonight, for their ‘anniversary’ and made him promise that he wouldn’t get too slutty until then. Ferore had of course agreed, but immediately found himself forgetting all about it as soon as he saw that tent rising from some random guy’s crotch. He knew that Joe will be able to tell that he’d just milked someone dry, Ferore had no idea how, but somehow he always could. He will feel really let down, but in the end he will forgive him, like he always did.
For a long while Ferore used to detest him for that, for how understanding he was of all of his antics, willing to do anything he asked of him. Back when he found him in that dingy apartment Joe could have fucked him over all the way with the greatest of ease. Merely calling the police would have most likely been enough to brand Ferore as some crazy stalker and ensure that he would never have to see his old face again. Nobody would have ever believed any of that nonsense about them switching bodies. But instead, right after Ferore was done milking his cock, it was Joe who had dropped to his knees and began begging him for forgiveness.
He was nearly sobbing when he explained that he couldn’t have known that this strange book, his grandmother left him had contained real spells like she used to say. After learning that he’d been fired for interrupting Ferore’s meeting he was so angry that he’d just grabbed it and read out some random passage while hoping that something terrible would happen to him. Joe had no clue whatsoever what it might have meant or what language this book had been written in. He then added that as soon as he was done, he felt so silly it got him even angrier so he began asking himself why did he ever keep that book for so long? It always gave him the creeps and killed his boner whenever he accidentally stumbled upon it while looking through the porn mags on his shelf. So in the end, he threw it out into the garbage in a huge fit of anger.
Ferore remembered that he hadn’t even bothered to wait till Joe was finished talking before he ran outside, completely naked, in search of the garbage containers. And then, how he barely made it to the staircase before he was already panting and covered with sweat, having to make a stop to catch his breath, allowing Joe to catch up to him and let him know that he’d already tried looking for it in the trash. After he’d calmed down a little and realized that the book was about the only thing he had left of his grandma and he couldn’t simply toss it away, but it was nowhere to be found.
Ferore remembered how at the time it still seemed like this whole thing would only be temporary, how they would eventually manage to find that book again, or at least someone who knew how to reverse its spell. After all, they now knew that magic was real and such a thing was actually possible, there was a countless number of various witches, shamans and other miracle workers advertising themselves to the public, surely some of them could help. Alas, they both quickly found out that every last one of them was nothing more than a sham, who either tried to scam them from their money or suggested visiting a psychiatrist after they’ve heard the whole story.
Technically Ferore was still looking for that book, for someone who could get him his old body back, but would he even want to do it if he succeeded? His awe-inspiring physique from years ago was long gone, buried under all that fat Joe had gained since then. Ferore attempted to put a stop to it when he saw it happen, but all of his efforts only made him balloon up even more. He didn’t exactly realize it at the time, but by now it was painfully obvious that it’s all been due to that regime he put Joe through when he forced him to assume his position as the head of the company.
Naturally all of the decisions were still made by Ferore, as after a brief visit in a barbershop and putting on an expensive looking suit, nobody came even close to suspecting he might have been an old janitor, rather than a recently hired financial advisor. It turned out that after getting freed from his insanely high libido Joe wasn’t as much an idiot as Ferore initially suspected, but filling in Ferore’s shoes in an even remotely believable way still required a tremendous amount of work. Yet Joe was so filled with guilt over what had happened, he did whatever Ferore asked of him without as much as batting an eye. In the end things ended up working out, in fact, nowadays the business seemed to be doing better than ever. Somehow, Joe’s bumbling, often clueless attitude appeared to be doing an excellent job of dismantling their competitors and ensuring they will be entirely unprepared for the shrewd business strategies devised by Ferore himself. While at the same time turning out to be a much more amiable alternative for his contractors to Ferore’s admittedly extremely cocky and self-centered way of running things in the past.
Ferore noticed that while during the first few months his whole life was practically devoted to looking for a way to regain his old body, never failing to let Joe know how much he hated him for doing this to him, nowadays it was mainly his partner who still mentioned anything about it. His ‘partner’, could he even call him that? They lived together in Ferore’s mansion since day one and shared the bed for almost as long, but what if Joe still did all of that out of guilt and sense of duty. Before all of this happened Ferore lived his life fully convinced that everyone envied him of his position and success but what if that wasn’t really the case?
What if all this time Joe was still longing for that old life of constant sexual debauchery, that was devoid of any serious responsibilities. All this time Ferore practically took him for granted. He will have to talk to him about this, tell Joe how he truly felt about him, even if he’d never had the courage to outright admit it before. Fortunately today seemed like a perfect occasion, Ferore was already home and only had to find Joe, which wasn’t always such an easy task inside their enormous mansion. But wait… he could hear something coming from upstairs, was that… moaning? It appeared to be coming from their bedroom, and as Ferore got closer, he couldn’t help but notice that it didn’t sound like Joe at all, the voice was much deeper, rougher, was someone else with him in there?
Ferore slowly opened the door only to find Hugh, that very security guard whose cock had started it all, laying on his bed in full uniform and Joe there with him, right between his legs. He looked quite occupied with his face buried deep inside Hugh’s crotch and hadn’t noticed Ferore’s arrival until the guard had tapped him on his shoulder.
“Oh hey hun, sorry I just couldn’t wait, but you know how I get… hope you enjoy your surprise.”
He moaned before swallowing Hugh’s cock once again. Ferore was really confused, what was going on? He was about to say something when he felt a hand cupping his ass. Behind him stood a huge, beefy bear wearing his company’s security guard uniform and the entire corridor seemed to be filled with over a dozen men just like him. He placed his gloved hand over Ferore’s dumbstruck head and firmly pushed him down onto his knees, directly in front of one of the biggest and juiciest looking cocks he’d seen in his entire life.
How… how did he remember this? Ferore had only admitted to having this fantasy, which originated from his first jack off session within Joe’s body, once before. After they both got really drunk that one night, many months ago. He’d forgotten all about it until now, but Joe clearly had not and must have been planning something like this since then. It didn’t look like any of them were his actual employees aside from Hugh, but if they all had cocks like this one, he was willing to skim over a few details.
Ferore wasn’t planning on keeping the bear waiting either and quickly swallowed as much of his cock as he could. Immediately feeling grateful that he inherited this body with its gag reflex already long gone, allowing him to enjoy massive, meaty poles like this one to their fullest. Nothing compared to the feeling of having his mouth filled with a fat, delicious cock that leaked salty precum straight down his gullet. Nothing, except maybe for doing that while also having another one filling his ass, which was something Ferore did not have to wait for very long.
Another uniformed bear moved in behind him and hoisted him up by his belt, Ferore could hear him spitting into his hand as he lubed up his dick before thrusting it right between his asscheeks. Ferore let out a deep, surprised moan when he discovered that it must have been even thicker and longer than the one he was currently sucking on. As if that was a sign they were waiting for, all other bears began moving in and quickly surrounded Ferore. Both of his holes were already stuffed but it didn’t seem like they were planning on simply sticking to watching as he continued being fucked. They proceeded to strip him naked, tearing off his shirt without even bothering with the buttons and exposing his body. Some began jacking off while standing over him, others were grinding their cocks against his hairy back, judging from the moans he’d heard from the other part of the bedroom a few must have shifted their attention to Joe. While the remaining two moved to the front and began tauntingly slapping Ferore’s face with their own, erect pieces of meat, painting his cheeks with their musky precum whose smell was starting to drive him crazy.
Ferore wanted so much to taste them, but the bear held his head firmly in place, sending a clear message that his cock wasn’t leaving Ferore’s throat until he got him to cum and Ferore was more than eager to take him up on that challenge. Up until now he was merely enjoying himself, savoring the opportunity to nurse on something so big and delicious, but clearly that wasn’t going to cut it tonight. There were simply too many mouthwatering cocks for him to taste here, to milk completely dry. Ferore began working it as diligently as possible with his mouth, sucking on it, licking its entire length, until the bear was groaning helplessly while barely keeping himself on his legs, like all Ferore’s previous lovers tended to do. And when he finally came, the load was so massive it spilled all over Ferore’s beard despite his best efforts to swallow up every last drop. But in the end he didn’t care about that too much, he was already back in that horny state where his mind was switched off and he operated on pure instinct, where a single load, even a monstrously huge one like this, wasn’t going to be anywhere near enough to sate his hunger for cum.
As soon as the bear’s spent cock flopped out of his throat Ferore lunged forward and swallowed another one, sucking on it with the same kind of ferocity as the last one. But that still wasn’t enough, Ferore reached out, grabbing the nearest cock he could reach with his arms and began stroking it as fast as he could. Both of the men were soon writhing in pleasure and on the verge of cumming at the same time. Ferore greedily attempted to swallow up both of their loads, but only the first one made it inside his mouth, the other ending up all over his face, coating it with thick, milky strands that were now hanging loosely from his beard as he scanned the surroundings in serach of another piece of meat that he could stuff down his throat.
This display of sexual debauchery must have excited one of the bears standing behind him so much he sprayed his milky seed all over Ferore’s furry back, without him even getting to touch his cock. Surprisingly, Ferore wasn’t too upset about that either, as long as every last drop had landed on his skin, as long as he was going to be covered completely with sweet, delicious cum by the end of the night, he was going to be in heaven. They were going to fuck till morning, try out every sexual position under the sun and only stop when all of the bears had their balls sucked completely dry and his stomach was full of their cum, only that would satisfy him.
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When he awoke it was already bright outside, as expected, his whole body was completely caked with all those countless loads that landed on it last night, his beard and fur glued together into large clumps. All of the uniformed bears appeared to be gone by now, but Joe, the only man Ferore wanted to see right now was laying across the bed from him, still asleep. As he looked at his face he realized that he no longer had any doubts about whether Joe shared his feelings for him, he wouldn’t have done any of this if he didn’t. But now it was Ferore’s turn to show him how much he cared, how grateful he was for Joe always being there for him. A faint smile crept across his lips as his eyes wandered down towards Joe’s crotch, he might as well start by waking up his lover in the most pleasant of ways.
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