Alex wasn’t sure why his new swim coach wanted him to meet him here on this abandon looking beach. to be honest, Alex wasn’t even sure why he agreed to taking Tom as his new coach, he guesses it was partially because his old coach just suddenly quit on him, and if Alex wanted to make it to being able to compete in the Olympics he needed to train. It’s then he gets a text from Tom, ‘Running late, go ahead and start a few practice strokes.’ Sighing in frustration, Alex is tempted to just go home, but knows he really can’t afford to lose another coach so does what Tom told him too.
After stretching out his toned muscular body, Alex’s gets into the water thinking it was odd the ocean water was a bit warm, but he shrugs it offs and dives in, the warm ocean water covering his body. As Alex does a few practice storkes he’s too busy to notice how his body has started to slow down in the water as it starts to fill out, his flat stomach expanding out into a hard muscle gut, his face rounds out and wrinkles as he ages several years, the hair on his head falling out in clumps through the water till he’s left bald, as his smooth body darkens as hair grows all over his torso as the rest of his body catches up with his changes, His mind being the last to change, forgetting everything about his old life. Al comes out the water panting, knowing he shouldn’t push himself so hard to swim like he used to when he was in his 20s. the 50 year old steps onto the beach, waving and smiling as he comes to meet his husband Tom, who gives Al a long once over, liking what his secret spot had done to his former pupil.
The five college friends had been camping at this spot for the last few years, and usually it had been perfectly peaceful. This year, though, this group of older men had rolled in a day after them, set up camp nearby, and it was clear they were all…well…none of the guys really wanted to talk about it, but all of them had seen a few things they didn’t want to talk about with each other. They didn’t care what the guys wanted to do with their spare time–it just seemed like they were always where the group of friends were headed, always having sex…and always wanting the younger men to watch.
After a day they’d had enough, and were planning on leaving early the next day and heading home. Still, they had one more evening at least to enjoy around the fire. One of them went off to the bathrooms, and they noticed he’d been gone for a fairly long time, when someone else crashed through the bushes. It was one of the older men from the other camp…except he was wearing their friend’s clothes. The crotch of his jeans had been ripped open, and he settled into the waiting chair, legs splayed wide, nuts hanging low, his thick dick out for everyone to see.
“Sorry I took so long guys,” the old man said, “Had a run in with a couple a bears in there, ya know what I mean?” he added a wink and started groping his cock.
The four young men shouted at him, and the older man seemed genuinely confused, as the four shoved him away, off towards where the older men had been camping. He kept trying to protest, genuinely confused–he only stopped trying to approach when one of the more athletic friends punched him in the nose, and sent him packing. All of them were concerned for their friend, and decided to split up into pairs to search for him–one pair heading for the bathrooms, the other pair would look around the campground.
Neither pair found them, but the two that headed for the bathroom came back to discover two older men sixty-nining by their campfire–they ran them off, both of them confused like the other one had been. They waited for the other pair to return, but they never came. Terrified, they started throwing shit into their car, ready to drive off and leave them behind, but in the morning, the campground staff only found a half packed car, and everything else abandoned. A few other campers complained about a group of older men who had been acting lewdly all night long, but their was no sign of any of them that morning, and no record of such a group ever checking into the campground.
Looking at Kyle and Micheal now you wouldn’t think that last night these two where built 24 year old starts of their college football team, with a promising career in the NFL ahead of them. That is until they got a bit to drunk at the bar last night celebrating a big when and decided to mess with the overweight bar owner. Unfortunately for the them the owner had a ability, one he was more than happy to use on two arrogant jocks. He’s sure the two former jocks will get used to their new lives in time.
If this is the same man that I spoke with on another site. (I think it is anyway) I’ve been looking for him around. I can’t seem to remember where we had spoken previously. He’s a super nice guy, and is actually only like 45 years old. If someone knows who he is online, let me know please.
“That’s it keep that pose, you’re doing great!” the
photographer said as he snapped another shot. Tyler was nerves, this was
his first ever photoshoot as a model. Most shoots his agent tried to
book him turned him done, either for his lack of experience or how young
he looked and thin he was. He was so happy when his agent emailed him
an address to be at noon on Saturday with an actual job. Though he
didn’t know it was going to be a nude photoshoot, but hey least it’s a
job right and it does pay well. Tyler does another pose for the camera,
the desert heat starting to bother him somewhat, they had been out here
for a good amount of time and Tyler was hoping they were going to wrap
it up soon cause this heat was starting to make him feel strange. —————– Photographer POV
That’s
it kid just focus on posing for me, you’re doing so well for your first
time.“ I say as the kid, Tyler looks off to the distance as I take
another shot. He still has no clue what’s happening to him, with each
photo I take his body changing. First his thin frame expanding out,
growing further with more shots taken till he’s taller now around 6’2
with a nice starting of a gut. “Good know look to the right, and put
your left on your gut.” I say shooting another picture, I can see Tyler
frowning in confusion when I say gut, but he does what he’s told anyway.
This next shot causing a dusting of body hair to come in, it growing
along his chest working it’s way down to cover his gut, few days worth
of stubble coming in across his jaw.
“That’s it just like that.”
another few shots and the stubble grows thick and fuller into a real
mans beard now, Tyler’s face starting to shift becoming weathered as he
ages from the 21 year old kid to a 39 your old man. His pale skin
tanning from years of working out in the sun, his posture changes, going
from that nerves kid to a man with experience sending a smirk to the
camera. “That’s it perfect Trey, one more shot now, look down facing me
and your right hand on your cock.” I order as Trey follows through,
placing his larger rougher hand on his thicker cock, looking down at it
as a cowboy hat appears on his head, covering up his thinning hairline.
“That’s a wrap! Good work as always Trey. This working bear calendar is
going to be hit.” I say coming up to Trey handing him a bottle of water.
“Of course it will be, you called the best guy you could to be
featured in it.” Trey says in with cocky smirk, his voice having a
southern accent to it now. Going off to speak with his agent, a burly
man like himself the two meeting in for a kiss once Trey is close
enough. I hold my camera up, aiming at the two bears snapping a few more
photos of them, smirking as they continue to grow with both there guts
growing larger, bodies hairier, Trey’s beard even longer and thicker,
patches of it turning dark grey, while his agent’s goatee turns
completely grey, growing out and braiding down to his chest. The sight
of the burly redneck and biker daddy making out will by a hot bonus
series calendar.
It was getting harder and harder to remember I’d asked him to come over so he could help me, and not so I could make him like me. Maybe…maybe the former was just a lie I’d told myself. When I picked up my phone to text him, hands shaking, the cigar still between my fingers where I couldn’t release it, had my cock been hard? Had it…wanted me to bring someone over? Had it wanted me to try to escape?
It doesn’t matter now of course. There is no escape. When I’d called, I’d had a hairy ballgut covered with hair. I could have passed for a man in his fourties. Now, I’d be lucky to be in my sixties. I hadn’t grown much larger, but I can grown weaker, my muscles weakening and dying , making it…so much easier to just sit here in my chair (my chair–this chair? Its chair? Our chair?) and smoke this endless cigar, and drink this endles bourbon that appeared not too long before, and watch him lap at my cock.
He was about where I’d been, when I’d called him. He hadn’t believed me, when I tried to tell him who I was, his best friend, and before he could get out, his eyes had glazed slightly, and I’d had all these…ideas suddenly. They were in him too, I knew, because he’s the one who got down on his knees and started sucking at my cock–now shorter and thicker than before, and we’d moved here, to the chair.
I don’t know how many loads I’ve fed him at this point. I don’t know what time it is, it’s stopped all the clocks. Its timeless. We’re timeless. Almost like we’re caught in a loop, changing a bit more each time we go around. My hairline still creeping back. I didn’t have these glasses earlier, I’m certain. He’s only getting larger and fatter, chins jiggling around my shaft, hair sprouting everywhere, even as his head balds messily. Maybe it will let us go, eventually, but will we want to leave? Will there even be anything out there for us? Maybe we should just stay–that would be easier, wouldn’t it?
Will was so fed up with all of this, he thought that things were going to change, get a bit better now that he had moved away to college, but every day it was gradually starting to look like everything was getting closer and closer to just how it all used to be back at his small town high school.
He fully expected most of the guys in his class to make fun of him, perhaps some of the girls too, but “most” was slowly turning into “every last one”, just like back at home.
Eventually even the incredibly flamboyant gay guy from his circle of friends disavowed him, cracking jokes at his expense and talking about how homophobic it was of others to put Will’s heterosexuality into question, as if anyone gay would ever act as crazy as he did.
But so what if he spent almost all of the allowance his parents sent him on various beauty products and carried more of them in his bag than any girl he knew did in her purse?
It only meant that he preferred to take good care of himself, it wasn’t like he tried to rub it into anyone’s face, but admittedly it was probably a bit tough not to notice him scooting towards the bathroom and touching up his face every chance he had.
Fortunately Will had just the plan on how to avoid any further ridicule coming from his friends or classmates.
A couple days ago he spotted an ad for a free trial run of this new line of cosmetics for men, initially he brushed it off, but now they seemed like just the thing he’d been looking for!
Of course he wasn’t going to stop taking care of himself altogether, but if he were to make a switch to some of these ‘Bear’ products, people would definitely see a difference.
The whole advertisement was practically only about how manly they were bound to make you look and feel – exactly what he need!
However almost immediately after looking up the company’s website Will started cursing himself, why didn’t he have this idea sooner?
The samples they offered were packed in various bundles all with different names, ‘Grizzly Bear’, ‘Country Bear’, ‘Leather Bear’, but those were gone already, the only one they had left was called ‘Polar Bear’.
It didn’t sound quite as rugged or masculine as the other ones, but Will figured that any kind of bear was still better than nothing and ordered it without a second thought.
In fact, by the time the package arrived a few days later he was so excited that even though one of his friends was supposed to pay him a visit in not very much time, he still decided to unwrap it and try out whatever was inside.
He was a bit disappointed to find out that all it contained was a bar of soap and an average sized bottle of cologne but that was still so much more than many other free samples he received in the past.
Wasting no time Will stripped naked and jumped inside his shower cabin, examining the bar of soap in his hands.
It gave off a rather peculiar scent, a bit musky with a tint something else that he couldn’t quite put a finger on, but it kind of reminded him of the same smell that always filled his grandpa’s home.
On the other hand, the amount of foam it produced was simply unparalleled, all it took was a couple rubs and he couldn’t even see his hands through all the bubbles anymore.
They stuck so well against his skin too, producing large, white clumps everywhere until eventually almost his entire body disappeared completely underneath them.
Will enjoyed the sensation, back at home he loved taking long, bubbly baths and was really disappointed when he found out that his new apartment had nothing but a shower, but this really reminded him of that time.
Now that he caught a glimpse of his reflection, Will noticed that the way all the foam clung to his body made it look almost like he had a huge, ball shaped gut hanging below his chest, as a matter of fact it made all of his other limbs appear like they were sagging with a hefty layer of fat too.
Will chuckled and scooped some of the foam with his hand, spreading it over his face as if it was a beard and looked at his reflection.
There was something really strange about seeing himself like this, some of the soap had gotten into his eyes so he was mostly squinting but with that blurry vision he could almost mistake himself for a very overweight old man.
He moved his hand towards the edge of the bubbly bulge formed over his midsection and for a moment was almost convinced that if he were to press it, he would find a large mass of fatty blubber pushing against his palm.
For some odd reason he found himself nearly disappointed that when he finally tried to do it, the foam parted way instead and his arm sunk deep underneath it.
What he discovered instead was that the soap had some redeeming qualities after all, even despite its funky smell.
It made his skin feel so incredibly soft and smooth, that Will simply couldn’t stop touching himself! It was an almost borderline erotic sensation.
He had always been really thin, caring about maintaining his weight just as much as the rest of his appearance so he didn’t immediately associate the change with his entire body growing heavier as he continued.
Will’s joints swelled up with more and more fat every minute and all he could do was continue groping himself and moaning as his erect cock dribbled with precum.
It was so strange, he knew that the pudgy moobs he was holding between his fingers weren’t supposed to be there, but feeling them swell up inside his hands turned him on so much it practically drove him crazy.
He was just about to check whether his yearning cock was just as sensitive to his touch as the rest of his body when he remembered that his friend, Brian, was supposed to show up at any moment now.
Will knew that he needed to stop all of this and pull himself together, he couldn’t let his friend see him like this… but maybe… maybe he should stay right where he was and have Brian join him.
That… sounded so much hotter… before he knew it, his stubby, little cock was between his fingers and Will watched all the pudge and foam covering his body jiggle with each jerk he gave it.
He started picturing Brian being there with him, taking his thick, cub cock from behind, yes, he was such a sexy young man, he couldn’t wait for him to show up and fuck his needy, grandpa ass.
That wasn’t true… Will knew it… but it didn’t matter, he was already on his knees, pressing his fat chest and belly against the glass door of his shower cabin and sliding his chubby fingers in and out of his loose hole, moaning at the top of his lungs.
Most of the foam that covered his body had already disappeared, but his silhouette didn’t get any slimmer, he was so enormously fat and yet instead of being freaked out he loved staring at himself like this.
His moans continued to grow deeper, getting almost wheezy and Will thought that he was really starting to sound like an old man.
The slowly receding bubbles on his wrinkle-covered face only added to that impression as they revealed a silky, white beard and a balding crown of silver hair over the top of his head.
He must have been at least sixty by now… something about that had gotten Will so horny that he simply couldn’t resist jerking his cock with all the strength he could muster, until it exploded over his shower doors, in a large, thick, wad of cum and greedily lapping it up while, imagining it belonged to Brian.
Even as he dried himself in front of the mirror Will was still partially convinced that it was all simply some kind of a weird daydream that was going to disappear the moment he puts his glasses on and his vision clears up, but nothing made him happier than seeing his new, weathered face of a bearded grandpa when he finally did it.
Will had no idea what happened to him, he still faintly remembered being someone else, someone younger, but this felt so much better, like for the first time ever he was actually content with looking at himself in the mirror.
William chuckled to himself, realizing that he had to hurry up, Brian was probably going to knock on his door any moment now.
He spread some of his favourite cologne over his neck and chest, it always made him absolutely irresistible to his cubs, Brian was a bit thinner than his usual preference, he preferred his boys with some more meat on their bones, but glancing at the remains of the bar of soap that he retrieved from the shower, William was sure that there was something he could do about that.
Stuck as Santa 