The spell I found in the costume store was supposed to be a joke. I put on the fake old man hair and beard and recited it and the next thing I know i am hanging out with my uncle, I’ve aged by 40 years and I’m his boyfriend now! I love how hugely deep my voice is now and the tats are real now, but…how am I gonna go back to being’ a kid? The costume store is gone now! Ugh. I need a cigar. I’m only 13 but I can’t get enough of these things now.
My name is actually Denise and a few days ago I was a beautiful girl. Then I found a costume shop and bought a fake beard for a costume I was gonna wear, but I fell asleep with it on and the next day I woke up looking like one of my dad’s friends! This is my dad and he totally thinks I’m his best friend! I love being able to eat whatever I want and now have to worry about my figure. Daddy says I’m still sexy and so do a lot of the cubs that hang out with us. We’re both gay now as you can guess. I can’t find the costume shop and I am not sure I want to. I even smoke cigars now! I’m such a man! Every day that passes I forget what it is like to be a girl more and more. And it’s wonderful having a dick! Best Halloween ever.
When I brought this pipe with me, it was part of a costume. It was a cheap plastic version, not real of course. I was only 9 and I wanted to go as Sherlock Holmes. But the store that sold it was somehow able to turn me into a full grown man! one minute, I’m pretending to smoke as I’m trick-or treating with my daddy and the next, I was tall and he was a little kid with the candy bag! I looked at my pipe and it was real! I was dressed in daddy’s clothes and he had a Spiderman costume on and I looked at my own pipe. It was wooden and filled with Captain Black pipe tobacco and it smelled like heaven. I lit a match and smoked as we went from house to house. I watched him gleefully run up to every door and come back with his loot. I thought maybe the magic would wear off the next day but it didn’t. I didn’t say anything because it was part of the magic. I found I could behave just like a grown up, but I couldn’t talk about the swap. Maybe daddy couldn’t either. Oh man, this pipe tastes good. nothing like a good pipe in the morning as my son asks for a piece of candy after breakfast.
When the body swap with his grandson happened, the old man wasted no time in signing his grandson up for the army and getting his new body accustomed to cigars. His grandson is now enjoying his retirement but dreaming of the day he can be young again…but deep down he know he had been wasting his youth and Grandpa was at least making something of his old life.
Still fighting, eh boy? Look how happy your two friends are, eating out daddy’s nasty pits. Fuck, they’re changing already, losing those nice clothes of theirs–they’ll be a couple of leather slaves here soon enough. One on the left–he’s gonna be a cute little cub, cock hungry, eager to please any man I take a liking to. That’s what he gets, for being first to give in–the privileged position this weekend. I’ll probably hand him off to some abusive fucker when I get bored, but trust me, he’ll enjoy it plenty–the more abusive the better.
Your other friend here? Yeah, let’s put a mask on him–a nice little pup, following me around, desperate to please. Yeah, look at that rubber tail wagging away–who’s a good boy? That’s right, you are, Sparky. If he’s really good this week, I’ll let him be human on the weekdays, and he’ll only go into full pup on the weekends hunting the alleys for a master–but if he’s a bad boy, maybe I’ll make him full dog, and he can be a stray roaming the streets when the weekend’s over–I guess that all depends on your behavior, right boy?
Now, that just leaves you, the final holdout. I told you, whoever gave in first would get the best deal, and whoever was last–well, lucky for you, I have one more place you can stick your face, pig. Oh? Did I hear a grunt from you when I said that? Yeah, you can smell it now, can’t you, you dirty fuck? Look at those knees buckle–that’s it, crawl right around there, and get that face of yours between my cheeks, you fucking hog.
Yeah pig, look how big you’re getting–400, 500 pounds? Play with that fat, feel how much it’s sagging, but you aren’t a boy, are you? No, you’re an old pig. A old, fat, small cocked, disgusting piggy. Reeking of piss, cum in your beard, you filthy fuck. No–you aren’t going anywhere with me, what makes you think I want a pig in my company? No–you stay right here in this alley–trust me, plenty of men will find you, and you’ll be ready to eat and drink whatever they give you, won’t you? I’ll be back at the end of the weekend, and we’ll talk about your future options, if you even remember your old life anymore. Now come on boy, heel Sparky, let’s go have some fun, and leave this old pig to enjoy his new life for a while.
You know how they never want you to smoke inside? It doesn’t really matter who I’m talking about. It could be family, friends, or even the annoyed and annoying people that happen to be sitting in the same waiting room as you. They never want you to indulge in you filthy habits anywhere near them. They’ll even tell you how wrong you are to smoke sometimes. They’ll cite lung cancer, money, and all the other things they were brainwashed regurgitate on the subject since mommy and daddy pointed out that bad man on his smoking break when your present anti-smoking advocate five.
I’d been through it all, and I got kind of sick of it I guess. It kind of came to a head on poker night. Me and some friends from work would meet every Friday night for a hand or too, and inevitably, I’d have to smoke a cigarette before the night was through.
The first couple of times I tried to light up, I was given cold, hard stares from all around the table until the second the thing went out. I started to really feel the heat when people started to leave early when I’d pull out my pack.It was about then that I started going out to the garage to smoke. No one asked me to, but everyone who was at the table said it was okay that I smoked there too. Clearly that was a lie!
I’d go out to the garage night after night and stew over it all until the night I found a small black box with a bow on the chair I always sat on. I was particularly livid that night, so in a combination curiosity and malicious intent, I open it to reveal a beautiful wooden pipe. I’d never been much for pipes myself, but something about it just struck me as gorgeous. I wanted to fuckin’ smoke it.
I dropped my smoking cigarette to the ground and lifted the previously packaged masterpiece to my mouth. The tip was warm in my mouth, and I inhaled through it. A red, ember-like glow came from the pipe’s chamber, and upon exhaling, a stream of reddish vapor poured from my lips to the ground.
I was fascinated by the qualities of the pipe and its smoke, and I observed them for some time. Time became seamlessly became one with the developing cloud of hazy red that came from me and my new acquisition’s work, so I don’t know how long it was before someone opened the door. All I knew that it wasn’t anyone I was expecting.
There in the doorway was a muscular creature of beauty with his head bowed to the floor. He asked his master when he was coming in for dinner. Somehow I knew he meant me, and I told him I’d come in now. He raised his head grinning and clearly pleased that I was going to eat the food that he’d prepared for his master. I wasn’t prepared for that grin to be on the face that looked strikingly familiar to one of my coworkers.
That thought seemed so strange to me now though. I didn’t work. My slaves worked for me. I smoked in the garage. They always wanted me to smoke inside, but a guy needs to be alone sometimes, right?
“You wanted to see me Mr.Clark?” Chad asks, as he closes the door behind him in the dean’s office. Chad has a small smirk on his face, he knows why the dean had called him to his office, he finds it funny actually the older man thinks he can push Chad to do better in his classes, knowing that Chad is their college’s best player on the football team, and if he were to get benched Mr. Clark would for sure have to deal with a mob of anger people demanding Chad be put back on the team.
“Mr. Wells I’m sure you know why I called you in here today?” Mr. Clark asks, wishing he can smack that smug look off the younger man’s face as he nods his head. “Then I’m sure you’re aware of what I said if you refused to bring your grades up?” Mr. Clark asks next. “Oh I remember very clearly sir, and we both now if you so much as try to remove me from the team you’ll have your hands full with so many pissed off fans of the team demanding you put me back on.” Chad says smugly. Mr Clark, or Tom, sighs, he knows this, but he doesn’t care, he had another plan in mind if Chad failed to hid his warning a few weeks back and didn’t bring or attempt to try and bring his grades up. Having heard from Chad’s professors how the younger man was often absent from lectures, or even showing up hungover and slept through them all.
“Chad I warned you about what I’d do if you didn’t even attempt to show you wanted to improve your grades, there’s more to life than playing a sport so I’m afraid I’m cutting you from the team.” Tom says, Chad suddenly stands, mouth opened about to argue when Tom starts to put his plan into motion, the artifact under his desk beginning to glow as Tom wills it to start affecting Chad. “I knew if I were to simple cut you from the team, the board would pressure me into putting you back on, not to mention having to deal with those crazed fans you have breathing down my neck about putting you back, so I was really hoping you’d have done what I said and applied yourself cause now I have no choice but to do this.”
Chad’s eyes widen when he looks down, feeling his body tingle and burn, watching as his muscular body begins to swell. His pecs sagging and forming a pair of large moobs, his biceps become flabby, his flat stomach ballooning into a large gut that hands over the waist line of Chad’s shorts. Chad looks up and catches his reflechin in the mirror behind Mr. Clark’s desk, watching his face becoming rounder and fatter, his cheeks puffing out and his chin sags into a double chin that nearly hides his neck the trimmed stubble on his face growing thicker around his mouth as it fulls out into a thick goatee, specks of grey growing in. Chad’s face begins to shift, wrinkles appearing around his eyes and forehead as Chad ages up from a twenty something year old to a mid forty year old man, the hair on Chad’s head begins falling away in clumps, leaving the former young stud with a shaved-balding head. Chad lifts his thick fingers and touches his face, shocked at what’s become of him. “What the fuck did you do to me?!” Chad shouts, his voice sounding much deeper and raspier than before.
“Don’t worry Chad in a few seconds you won’t even remember.” Tom says, just then Chad grabs his head, suddenly feeling dizzy as his old life and memories are being forced out of his head, he groans as new ones begin taking his old memories place as his IQ increases. Soon Chad is no more, and Charles stands up straighter, his glossy eyes returning to normal as the tight clothes Chad was once wearing becoming a dark navy suit, fitting the larger man’s body well, his huge gut handing over his dress pants. “W-what was I saying again?” Charles asks, coming to his senses. Tom smiles at his new colleague. “You were here to pick up some files on a few transfer students into your next lecture Mr. Wells.” Tom says handing the now older man the files. “Ah thank you Tom, I better go get and send them emails on this weeks lesson plan.” Charles says with a hefty laugh. The larger man exists the deans office and heads back to his office.
Ideal Tenants (2/2)
After three months, both Josh and Greg had each packed on an impossible one hundred pounds–and neither one of them seemed the least bit bothered by their sudden gain. If anything, the two of them had become quite a bit more easy going over the last month–being more polite and accommodating to their neighbors, stopping in to chat with their landlord…each of them a bit embarrassed to find the older, bearish man somewhat…attractive, all of a sudden.
Something else they hadn’t noticed, was that they each appeared to be about a decade older than when they’d moved in–more like their mid 30’s than early 20’s. The apartment had changed as well–their gym equipment eventually disappearing into thin air, replaced by shelves full of books and a well stocked kitchen. They were still fucking quite often, but all of their sex now seemed to involve food somehow–just eating was enough to turn either one of them on. It was Josh that Mr. Emerson fucked first–showing up at the door with a dozen doughnuts he plied him with, until he got so horny he demanded Mr. Emerson fuck his wide ass. Greg succumbed not too long after that, to an entire cake, and after that, Mr. Emerson was paying them both regular visits, often at the same time.
With direct contact, the changes grew more extreme. Josh transitioned, overnight, from retail work to a rather cushy office job in finance. He was now in his mid 40’s, wearing suits everyday, and stuffing himself at his desk. Greg found a new job as a programmer, which allowed him to work from home–giving him ample time to feed, and also to service his landlord’s cock,whom he’d begun to address as master, as he ballooned past 600 pounds, while Josh hovered at a mere 375. Still, the gainers were a perfectly happy couple, and were very eager to sign a new year lease with Mr. Emerson, both of them under his desk vying for his cock, as he passed them sweets and candies for his two pigs to share.
Stuck as Santa 