papawerebear:

bearslikeus:

Every so often his misses his old body. Or should that be his formerly young body. But he loves what is now too much to let it get him down for long.

He knew when his werebear lover fucked him that he would change. He didn’t expect to age along with becoming a hair manbeast. The upside… he wouldn’t get any older. Well, not noticeably older anytime soon.

It wasn’t long after admiring his form that he began to stroke himself. His Papa told him it would him help ease in to the changes and get accustomed to his new form. It was working. He would spend hours a day idly playing with his leaking cock. Sometimes with his Papa’s cock in his ass as he did.

Yeah… maybe this new body would be good after all.

Hot woofy story! 🐻😈

Source: olderwhitebears

gravick:

for @drpepperdragoon  sorry it took so long to get this out to you, hope you enjoy it.

Tyler Hoechlin looked at the suit he was sent, grimacing at the state it was in, not to mention the smell of it was foul, as if whoever had it never washed it, smelling heavily of smoke, and sex. There was no way he was doing the charity event wearing something like this. He lifted the box up, intending to throw it in the trash were it belonged only to have some unseen force tip the box over, the suit falling in his arms from where he had it stretched out away from his body.

As soon as the Santa suit touches his skin, it starts to wrap around him, Tyler startled and shouts in shock, fighting with it to get it off as it tightens around him like a snake. The Santa suit begins to pull itself closer to him, fusing to Tyler’s clothing as he’s helpless to do anything to remove it, until the disgusting Santa suit is completely on him, the hat sealing around his head, as the final touch.

Tyler feels dizzy, the smell of the Santa suit making it hard to think clearly, he tries to pull it off, the suit not moving, despite how baggy it is on him it just won’t come off. He then feels his body starting to feel hot, beads of sweat run down his forehead, stumbling on his wobbly legs, Tyler finds a mirror, watching in horror just as his stomach pushes out, filling out the large front of the red Santa coat, his pecs sagging and enlarge into a pair of large flabby man tits, outlining the top front of the suit as they rest on top his enlarge flabby gut. “Ho ho, What the fuck?” Tyler blurts out, covering his mouth his his hand, feeling this fingers thicken and become larger when he jerks it back away from his mouth.

With his hand removed Tyler sees his stubble turning grey then pure white, growing longer into a beard and keeps growing down, stopping just above his chest, he brings his hand up to touch the white long beard he now has, unable to stop the shuddering moan from escaping his lips as his hand strokes it. His cock tenting the front of the red pants, growing thicker in size as it becomes hard, Tyler’s body half expanding, his ass ballooning out as filling out the back of the pants, Tyler can’t help but turn around to get a glimpse of it, ‘Fucking hot lard ass.’ passes through his mind when he looks at it, thoughts of getting fucked by other men filling his head, unable to push those out as the changes continue.

Tyler’s hair thins under the Santa hat, growing longer and turning snow white, as a pair of glasses appears on his face, the glasses triggering his skin to become withered and wrinkled as he ages up to be the age he looks now, a man well into his 70s, Tyler still freaks out in his mind, but that part of him slowly fades away, his new thoughts overtaking him, as the old Santa bear starts touching himself. Unbuttoning the front of his suit to reveal the thick forest of white body hair covering his torso, running his fat finger through it, humming to himself as he uses his other hand to free his cock, the thick member flopping out of the stained pants as he begins jerking himself off to his reflection.

As he gets himself off a large pipe appears in his mouth, his hand that was rubbing his torso moves to hold onto it, taking deep puffs from it, as if its something natural to him, blowing smoke from his nose as he keeps working his cock. When he feels his orgasm building, his movements pick up, soon he’s blowing his load, and his old self and memories all over the dirty mirror, adding to the cum stains on it’s reflective surface, the house around him changing from a expensive loft in Hollywood to a grimy trailer in the middle of the south somewhere. Tyler Hoechlin the actor forever gone, in his place Trey Harris, a local perform at the gay bar downtown, best known for playing a ‘Dirty Santa’ around the holiday season, which speaking off he should be getting there soon, his act starts in an hour and he needs to get there make sure everything ready, he’s sure the other bears at the club are really going to enjoy his act tonight.

( epilogue. Once at the club Trey turns all the in shape young gay men into chubby cubs, obese bears, truckers, etc turning the gay club into a bear bar.)

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restrixxxion:

See these pecs? They took hundreds of hours at the gym to sculpt. And then there’s the meticulous counting of calories, adjusting the macros day in and day out, the posing practice in the mirror, days spent researching supplements and watching squatting instructional videos to perfect my technique, the shaving and the tanning and the cardio and the expensive undies you need to show it all off right.

And what do I see looking at you? Tits, like a woman’s. Areolae expanding by the second as you can’t stop shoveling pizza through your slovenly face to pay attention to a single thing that I’m saying. Just keep watching me flex and I’ll keep watching you soften, pillowy tits racing with your ballooning gut for the finish line. Arms dimpling with cellulite and thighs swallowing your manhood faster than you can finish another slice. Your face has lost all its boyish charm as its cheeks double its size, framing your swollen eyes and thick lips like a fleshy picture frame. People used to think of you as sexy, as hot, as powerful. Now what do they see? A rotund cartoon character.

You’re fat, a fat man. You’ll need to shop specifically for fat men’s clothes. You’ll need to be careful where you sit and probably buy reinforced chairs for your home. You can buy airplane seatbelt extenders online to save yourself the embarrassment of having to ask every time you travel. Just cancel your gym membership, cancel Blue Apron (it’s just not giving you the calories you need). You should consider getting an apartment on the ground floor, or at least an elevator so you don’t have to walk up all those stairs. Cancel your grindr subscription too. You’ll only be able to meet chasers, who will pinch your breasts and slap your ass to watch it wobble, but wouldn’t be caught dead with you in broad daylight.

Look at how thin my waist is when I vacuum in my abs. Pick up your belly. What kind of lazy blimp of a creature can pick up its own belly? You think you’ll ever be this size again? You think anyone will ever be able to reach their arms around you again? I’m a panther, lithe and agile, sinewy muscles rolling over each other like a living human anatomy lesson, the ideal man, the man on the cover of Muscle and Fitness. You’re more land mammal than person, a heavy, plodding meatball made for pleasure, a National Geographic curiosity, a curving sex toy made for consuming, for pleasing me, for seeing me.

-restrixxxion