Hm… hold on a moment. Let me check our applications list. Mexican needs to be more Mexican…. stereotypical Asian student is too stereotypical… twink that dreams of being a slob… Ah, here it is! You submitted a more recent application to us, didn’t you? Yeah, I have it right here.
“Hi there, I thought I sent a letter to TGFT but perhaps it was lost in the mail. Anyway, I’m a soon-to-be graduating college student, but with the way the market is I’d really like to skip the headache of searching for a job and becoming part of the work force for the next 40 or so years – I’d much rather head straight into retirement. Do you have anything for me?”
I’m sorry we took so long to get around to your request. The Thomas Gungy Foundation for Transformation has been a bit busy as of late due to a surprising increase in application submissions. We have kicked a few ideas around concerning outsourcing or merging applications, but after discovering we are the most technologically advanced company on earth and an accident involving a giant two-headed Nathan Lane, we decided to simply take care of business as usual.
Anyway, let’s take care of your thing. Come with me!
As you mentioned, the Foundation has long combated with the apathy and fickleness of the job market. While we often try to employ as many as we can from all areas of study, we can’t hire the world, so we had to find an alternative solution.
While I explain, would you mind taking a dip? I would, but I can’t while I’m on the clock. It’s okay. There’s no need to be modest. Just go naked. Have you ever been in a hot tub naked anyway? It may just be me, but the bubble feel great on your junk.
Doesn’t the water feel great? The Foundation has specially designed its installed filter to input chemicals into the water to specifically relax you. Don’t you feel all the stress falling away? Here, let me turn the jets on. Don’t you just love the way it massages your back, and you sort of just slump into it.
There are few things more relaxing than a hot tub, am I right? That’s why we thought it would be perfect for the retirement package. You should be able to enjoy what you will be indefinitely be enjoying for the rest of your life in retirement.
Not yet? Well, it’s a tad late for that sentiment, don’t you think? Just look at yourself. You have a belly that would make a majority of hippos jealous. You’ve got a significant amount of grey in you beard. Sure you can grow one in minutes! It’s probably where all the hair from your head went anyway.
Don’t worry too much. You’re just not done yet. Just stay in that hot tub a little longer. You’ll be ready to be fucked or fuck your way right through your retirement in no time, and you’ll love every second of it.
the longer he leaves the jacket on the further his transformation progresses. His body packing on pounds of fat, his once smooth torso covered in hair, face breaks out into days worth of stubble that quickly thicken into a beard. Soon he won’t look anything like a college student as he finishes progressing into a large middle aged bear of his former self
Danny knew something was wrong once the water hit his skin, sending a strange tingling through his body, but for some reason his feet wouldn’t move to get out from under the spray of water as it continued to pour down on him. Danny’s body changing as it kept up, shrinking down in height, muscle turning into fat, gaining a slight belly. Danny’s long hair falling out leaving him bald, few days worth of stubble growing on his rounder face. Not long after till Danny is finally able to stumble out from under the water before the changes progress anymore, but it’s already too late he’s already gone from a young in shape twenty year old, to this large hair forty something year old man.
Mr. Orangehares? How wonderful for you to drop by! No, we haven’t met, but I have heard a lot about you. You’re a good friend of Mr. Gungy’s, from what I understand, and you were the one that jump-started this whole business. That’s why you were allowed reversal from your caveman transformation after only a short time.
You’re back though, not that we’re not extremely pleased, of course. What might the occasion be? Well, happy birthday! How exciting! How do you want to celebrate? Do you want to grow to be the size of King-Kong? Perhaps you could become a jungle man and give Tarzan a run for his money. No? Oh, I see! How distinguished! That’s an excellent idea. Let’s get right on it!
We’ve gone a good ways beyond just plugging you in with goggles like we did back when you were here last. Now we have collected ancient artifacts, developed grand new machines, and alter the fabric of time and space itself to suit your wants and needs, not to brag. I simply want to assure you that you probably won’t get flea bites this time.
Anyway, here we are! This is the robe closet. There are plenty of robes for you to choose from, and all of them will implement the change you indicated. Once you choose one though, it will choose you as well, so pick carefully. You won’t be able to pick again.
Perhaps a red one? One with fringe? I wonder which will you’ll pick. They often say that one in particular will call to you, but I can’t verify that. Perhaps it’s best that you keep your ears open all the same, however.
Are any of them calling to you? I see you’re honing in on something. The blue one? Well try it on then! No, take off the rest of your clothes first. It simply won’t work otherwise. Don’t worry. You know I’ve seen plenty!
Yes, that’s right. You feel yourself growing. You are wiser, better, and stronger. Yes, I can really see it now. You have more hair, more muscle, and what’s a good man with a little more weight? You may lose a little hair and grow a little grayer, but it isn’t so much a price of age as it is a badge of dignity.
All the while, you must feel the change in how your mind works. You’re at peace. Why shouldn’t you be? No matter how big or manly they are, all men younger than you are beneath you now. You are the dominate one, and you deserve your position without a doubt!
Now, I have to go, but I’ll send a boy in here to see what he can do for our newest daddy. Happy birthday!
You and your friend signed up for the ‘Biggest Belly’ competition at the fair as a joke. You were two of the hottest studs in your small midwestern town, sought after by many girls (and guys). So when the time came to go up on stage and take your shirt off, you and your friend did so with confident grins, whipping off your tank tops to show off your thick pecs and perfect six-pack abs.
A few of the actual contestants muttered between themselves, probably a bit embarrassed to be put in a spotlight next two gorgeous hunks like you and your friend, but mostly angry that the two of you were mocking them. For whatever reason though, the judges payed neither of you any mind.
The two of you stood on stage and waited while the judges went around measuring the midsections of the other contestants. Finally, after what seems like an hour, the judge makes it to your friend. “Raise your arms, please.” The judge said, not phased by your friends smooth muscled physique. Your friend complied, looking over to you with a grin, which you returned in full.
“72 inches.” She calls out to the guy with the clipboard, who was scribbling all the contestant’s stats down. You did a double take – did you hear that right? You’re not even sure your friend was 72 inches tall!
But sure enough, you turn back to look at your friend, and there he stood, his massive stomach hanging out, sagging past the waistband of his white athletic shorts. His chest so heavyset it sagged to his sides, pushing his hamlike arms away from his body. He was still grinning at you, his double chin pushed into his fat neck, now gently patting his humongous stomach, which you could see jiggle out of the corner in your eye. “I think that puts me in the running! Wonder how you’ll do?”
You glance down at his body, partially in disgust, but partially with envy. Previously you were disgusted by any men of larger size, but seeing such a large man so close to you, you can’t help but wonder how it would feel to have all that weight hanging off you. To feel all eyes on you when you are out in public, to hear people make jokes behind your back when you’re shoveling copious amounts of food in your face, to struggle to work even the tiniest sliver of it off at the gym…
Your thoughts were interrupted by the voice of the judge again. “67 inches!” She called out in her shrill voice. You glance down just in time to see the judge remove the tape measure from you. Below you hangs a vast expanse of flesh, bloating forward and covering your view from your shoes. Two fleshy globes sat atop your bulbous stomach, coated with a thick layer of fur and topped with two perky, pepperoni-sized nipples. As the other judge scribbles the number on his clipboard, You move your hand to grab your stomach subconsciously – you’re not used to being shirtless, especially not in public. You’re certainly not used to being the center of attention. You can almost sense your fat shifting underneath your skin, making the slightest bit of movement causing great amounts of energy.
“Haha, I win again!” Your friend throws his fists in the air, his arms wobbling with loose, fleshy fat. You glance over to your long time friend, who you’ve known since elementary school, and who (like you) has always struggled to keep his weight down. In fact, it was a real problem for the two of you. Well, it was a problem for you, at least – more often than not, he seemed to be okay with it. In fact, as the two of you settled into your careers and lives, he even seemed to embrace his body, gaining a large-and-in-charge attitude. It was a unique quality that gave the short but stout man a sort of magnetism that carried him through his life and gave him the opportunity to run his own small business.
You admired, and even envied him for his larger-than-life physicality and attitude, which only seemed to grow with his waistline over the years. While some may find his presence intimidating, your friend was always kind to you when nobody else was, causing you to develop a small crush toward him which grew over the years. Of course, you could never mention that to him. You, despite almost being a foot and a half taller, didn’t carry that same confidence. As a result, you were a middle-aged bachelor working as a computer technician for a small local company, and heavier than you have ever been in your life.
A look of concern crossed your face – this can’t be right, can it? You were once a fit young man! Or was that just a dream? You feel your brow drip with sweat, and you wipe it with your thick forearm, suddenly very uncomfortable. Although the judge has moved on, you could feel the eyes of the crowd on you, their stares like tiny pinpricks on your soft, pillowy skin. You take your shirt, which you noticed you were clasping tightly in your meaty hand, and put it on as quick as you can. Although it’s big enough to be a blanket, it clings tight to your thick, sweaty frame. A cool breeze rushes by, and you notice you can feel it tickle the lower part of your stomach, signifying your shirt was most likely a size or two too small. You tug on it nervously, trying to get it to cover the last inch or two of your gut. You knew how hard it was to find clothes that fit a guy as tall and large as you. When you finally stretched it underneath the curve of your belly, you felt your shoulders relax, and you let a small sigh of relief.
You feel your friends fat, sweaty palm grab at your thick forearm. “Hey, are you okay buddy? Don’t worry about it, it’s just some stupid competition – you know I’ll share the prize with you.” You remove your arm from his grip and glance down at your friends fat, fleshy, curvaceous body. Although it contained little muscle, his chest jutted forward with obvious pride. You glanced up nervously at your friend, noting his thick cheeks and confident grin underneath his ball cap. While you were still not entirely sure of the situation you’ve found yourself in, your friends confident grin almost instantly melts your troubles away.
Suddenly, your friends face lights up. “Hey, I know what’ll cheer you up! Lets go get some fried snickers!” He grabs you by the wrist, and before you can even think to protest, the two of you waddled off into the carnival, just another pair of overweight middle aged men.
The Thomas Gungy Foundation for Transformation has something in store for everybody. However, we haven’t figured out how to legally start a hostile takeover of the world yet, so that’s on the back-burner for now. In the meantime, let’s set you up for some fun!
One of our biggest complaints, for those who still are able to make complaints, is the permanence in our solutions. I personally find a permanent solution to a question appealing, but that’s just me. I’m not representing the company when I say that.
Anyway, we’ve been working on a couple of less immutable transformations, and it just so happens that one lands right in your wanted area.
As you step into the room don’t make any sudden moves, don’t touch the bottle, don’t stand near the bottle, and keep your eyes on the bottle at all times. You are looking at what is probably the most potent solution in this entire facility. Behold Honey. It is strong, it is effective, and it is dominant.
Now with gloves on, I am going to fill this small spoon with a drop of Honey. I am going to give you the handle of the spoon. Take it nice and slowly. When I tell you to, gently put the spoon in your mouth, lick off the Honey, remove the spoon from your mouth, and swallow. Ready? Go.
Oh thank goodness! That went so much better than expected. No, it isn’t too dangerous. That stuff has very strict dosage instructions though, so unlike the rest of the Foundation, it requires more science than art. Also, the last guy in my position didn’t do too well when it came to a bear transformation.
Do you feel any different? No? Great! The best part of Honey is that it’s triggered. Why give up being the perfect twink to be the perfect bear? You shouldn’t have to! That’s why we invented Honey. Let’s say we give your wild side a little spin though.
All I have to do is change the room’s atmosphere, activate the simulation window, dim the lighting, and most importantly, bring out the replication moon. Yeah, your feeling it now, don’t you? The hair is coming in. You lose the stuff on your head, but it comes out on your face and chest great. Oh, sorry about your shirt’s buttons. I should have warned you about the belly.
There you are. Well, there’s the new you anyway. Let’s get these ripped clothes out here. Nice jockstrap by the way. No, you wouldn’t have come in with it. You didn’t come in with the cigar either. Oh, and what’s that scent? Honey!
It’s all about Honey. It becomes part of you. You exterior becomes sweet to the eye, and you become “strong, effective, and dominant just like it. Speaking of which, we should probably get you better suited for your full test drive. Let’s get your leather gear on. Actually, I’ll just give it to you, and you handle it. You can never be to cautious.
To give your new body the try it deserves, we’re bringing in Cigar Bitch. Forgive his crass name, but he insists everyone calls him that. He used to be an employee, but he got into some things he shouldn’t have. He serves us great in his purpose though, so enjoy!
His neighbor had an amazing pool. He knew because he would always spy on him. Sometimes he’d throw parties where lots of people would attend. Some hung out just dangling their feet in the pool, but many just waded and floated around in the water.
It seemed s little unusual they it was always all men, but that didn’t really matter much. The fact that they men were all big massive hair fellas was of note as well.
Finally, one particularly warm day he couldn’t take it any longer he snuck into his neighbors backyard for a quick skinny dip.
The water felt amazing. Refreshing. He probably should’ve also noted that the water made his skin tingle. He should’ve noticed as he packed on a few pounds. He should’ve noticed his body hair growing in.
But he didn’t… He was just to relaxed to care. When he finally got out of the water he grabbed a towel to begin drying off. He noticed his chest hair. He felt the breeze on his back and could occasionally feel the wind move his back hair.
His face felt bristlier because of the full beard they was now there. No longer was there the young nosy neighbor. Now stood a mature fatherly bear-like man.
He heard footfalls behind him and then a voice. He began to turn around, “I wondered when your curiosity would get the best of you. I can only imagine how much of that pool water is still ‘bear soup’. I know you saw the men at my party last night. I think they are going to like you. A sexy polar bear like yourself.”
He didn’t know what he pool owner was talking about until he held up his cell phone and showed him the video he’d taken. He watched himself as he swam and enjoyed the cool pool waters. Never noticing how his body was aging and changing.
He stood there, slack-jawed at what he saw.
“Don’t worry. I think you’re a sexy fucker. And I know a few of my friends will find you just their type,” he said moving his hand to grab his firm package. He was surprised that when his cock was grabbed that it was already beginning to stiffen. He moved in for a kiss and found himself kissing back.
The owner lead the neighbor by the hand into the house and to the bedroom.
The app actually works! My friend and I were taking a break from studying for finals, playing around on our phones when I found this app called, ‘Bearifcation’. Curious I wanted to give it a try when my friend caught me downloading it. Joking about how apps like that don’t work and before I can protest snatches my phone out of my hand, pressing a few buttons on the app before smugly saying ‘See it’s useless.’ when he frees and before I knew it my friend was changing, losing his muscle mass he earned from the gym and sports, packing on fat, jaw covered in a thick beard that quickly turns grey as his hairline thins and recedes into his scalp, his clothes fading away from his larger body. It’s moments later I’m looking at a man pushing past his 50s in the spot my friend was in, cigar in one hand my phone in the other. “Well boy aren’t you going to help you Pa with this or not?” my former friend says in a deep raspy voice, gesturing to his cock. I should refuse and take my phone back and see if I can’t fix my friend, but maybe after I have some fun with him like this first.
Daddy Steve had gone out to the pool to hang out with his buddies at Smokeout. There was a lot to see, guys enjoying themselves with cigars and a fair amount of poolside play. Steve enjoyed the view, but he wanted to catch up with his friends before he brought his Son Paul out and introduced him around.
It was Paul’s first Smokeout and he was busy putting things away for himself and his Daddy in the room. Paul had been told he could have a cigar as a reward for being a good Boy and taking care of things BUT he was not to take any of the cigars from Daddy’s box.
Paul opened the box Daddy had gotten for him, took one out and smelled it. It was good, to be sure, but it just didn’t smell as good as the ones Daddy smoked. Paul went to the window and looked down and saw that Daddy Steve was enjoying his cigar and the attentions of his buddy’s Cub. However, it looked like it would be awhile before his Daddy would be coming back up to the room so that gave him time. Paul wanted one of Daddy’s cigars SO bad and surely he wouldn’t miss one out of that huge box.
Paul then opened the box, took out one of Daddy’s cigars, the ones he was told he was not to smoke, and smelled it. It was SO good! It sent shivers down his spine. Paul went back to the window, cigar in hand, just to be sure Steve was still occupied and Daddy was! Daddy’s buddy Fred and his Cubs were taking good care of him. So, Paul trimmed the cigar, lit a long match to start it, puffed on it a bit as he lit it, toasting the end, blowing in it to kindle, and then lit another match and began drawing on it.
The cigar was everything he wanted. It tasted fantastic, better than any other he’d had until now. He could see why Daddy liked them so much. He sat, a haze of smoke filling the room as he drew in one lungful after another. He opened the fridge and took out some scotch he’d brought along for the event and had a tumbler of it while he smoked. Occasionally, he’d go to the window and check on his Daddy. No worries there, he was enjoying a beer and apparently a rather long, large gauge cigar identical to his friend Fred’s, obviously Fred was sharing.
Paul felt drowsy and decided, now that the cigar was down to a nub, to get rid of it and the rest of the evidence by flushing them. He yawned and decided to take a nap.
It was about two hours later that Steve came back to the room. It was dark and he gently called out for Paul who stirred as Steve turned on the lights.
“Boy! You had one of my cigars, didn’t you?” Steve said.
Paul looked sheepish and admitted to his disobedience, he felt strange, a bit achy and his voice was a bit hoarse, probably due to the cigar.
“Well, you’ve only yourself to blame now, old man.” Steve said.
“Old man?” Paul said in a gravely, sleepy voice.
“Go look in the mirror.” Steve said, “I guess in the end, it was for the better, we’ll have more in common this way.”
Paul went into the bathroom and there was a gasp of shock followed by a, “Oh no! NO NO NO NO! This can’t be happening, this can’t be real!”
Steve came into the bathroom, Paul with his hands to his white bearded face. He wrapped his arms around his Boy.
“I’m afraid so and nothing can be done to fix it. You’re a Daddy Bear now, but as I said, I think we might be a better mach for each other and there are some perks that come with it. I was hoping you’d stay a Son for me just a little longer, but as they say there’s no going back. Grab a cigar, and come down to the pool, there’s a BBQ, and I’m sure by now you’re hungry.” Steve said giving his still shocked love a kiss on the cheek before grabbing a couple of cigars for himself and heading back down to the pool.
After about a half hour Paul came down to the pool, puffing on one of Daddy’s cigars, chain necklace and nipple ring on and Steve introduced him around.
Fred asked, “Didn’t you say you had a boy you were going to introduce us to?”
“Well, Fred,” Steve said with a smile, “Paul here likes to be my Boy, and he’s young at heart, isn’t that right Paul?”
Paul grunted in resignation, “Yeah, young at heart.”
Oops, too late. Looks like you’re finally getting what you deserve for teasing your grandpa too much. As a fun little bonus I’ve even given him all of your memories too so that he can pass off as you around your parents and friends too. Don’t worry, you’ll remember who you really are too – but do you really expect anybody to believe that you’re actually a young jock and not some sad old man yearning for the glory days he never had?
From now on you’ll have to settle for lusting over all the hot shirtless selfie your grandpa sends you. That’s as much action as you’re ever going to get again!
Stuck as Santa 