You’ve heard everyone talking about this strange computer virus before, it infected your phone just when you were about to take a sexy selfie for your girlfriend. But instead of your athletic body, you would see this on the screen, a photo of some extremely fat, old man. But as soon as you took a good look at it, you would know that this gossip didn’t tell the whole story. Suddenly you would realize that even though until now you were straight as an arrow, this hirsute, obese man with a grey beard was the hottest thing you’ve ever seen. At first you would still feel disgusted with yourself and tried to deny that was the case for a few minutes, maybe even a few hours, long enough to tell someone about this crazy thing that happened to you, but eventually you would cave in like everyone else. You would start jacking off while looking at this photo you weren’t able to force yourself to delete despite trying so hard. After your first load you would thank yourself for never doing that, after fifth, you would find yourself wondering what might happen if you were to take another naked selfie with your cell phone. The idea would still creep you out, but at that point you would already know that there is no resisting it. You would realize that seeing the old man from a completely different angle turned you on so much it was as if you haven’t touched your dick a single time that day. You would start snapping dozens of pictures, without asking yourself how this was possible or bothering to look back into the mirror instead of constantly starting at the phone screen. By the time you do, it’s already too late, you have a massive gut and beard that’s beginning to turn grey, even then you can’t stop yourself from taking more pictures, each one changing you further and bringing you closer to the man you see on the screen. You keep on photographing different parts of your body, watching the thighs becoming massively fat together with your gigantic ass. You don’t stop jacking off for even a second, your dick is getting shorter and it takes longer to cum, but it feels so much better than ever before, it stops fitting inside your whole hand so you hold it between just three of your chubby fingers, eventually only two as it disappears inside your huge fat pad. You look into the mirror again and see your completely grey beard and your mammoth belly, the realization that there is no more difference between the photos and what you see now gives you the most powerful orgasm yet. It takes you a few moments to catch your breath as you lick the cum off your fingers… eventually you take another look at some of the photos you took today and start wondering what might happen if you were to send them to someone else.
There’s three versions of it at different ages, for those of you who have preferences.
Done as a tribute to @aardvarkia’s stories, hence the “BEAR” cap.
Disclaimer for my own sake: I don’t do commissions, RP or any of that stuff. ^^;
An honor to have my Bear Cap series inspire some art! Thanks to @amysticbearperson for sharing this with me – I know it took a lot of work and I’m truly flattered. I love it!
“Do you mind if I take a picture for the paper’s style scout?”
“Huh?” The teen in the green t-shirt looked up at a smiling man holding a an expensive-looking camera. “Oh. Uhm, sure? Which paper?”
“The Tribune-Forum.”
“Oh, my grandpa reads that one. Sure, yeah. What do I do?”
“Just stand there and I’ll take some shots, then ask you a couple questions about what you’re wearing. What’s your name?”
“Rogan Samuels.”
“Pleasure to meet you, Rogan! And how old are you?”
“17.”
“Great, great. Let me just see how the light is here…” The journalist took a few test shots. “Looks really good.”
“This is awesome. I’ve never been in the paper before!” Rogan grinned for several shots before trying some poses. “Does this look good? Do I look cool?”
Commission: Transformation comic finally finished, it lacks a cover but i will take care of it only for my client, thanks a lot for the support so far…
I have no free slots and i dont think i will have soon, i’m working for the guys who can be patient, thanks a lot guys.
Roland stroked the man’s belly, thinking about how he had come so far. He had been planning to play college football. He had the experiance, scholarship, and the fantastic body to do it. Even his grades were serviceable enough for the task, but he still missed one requirement: community service. In a last-ditch effort, he begged the college to still allow him the opportunity if he volunteered at an retirement facility over the Summer. They allowed it, and that’s how he found himself locking lips with Mr. Bilson.
It hadn’t been intentional. Roland had simply been assigned his room, but since Mr. Bilson could barely move on his own on account of his gigantic belly, Roland spent a lot of time around the man, and the old man’s attraction to him quickly became clear. One day, Bilson tricked the boy into their first kiss, and Roland found, much to his surprise, that it made him extremely aroused. Though, he tried to fight it the first few days after the incident, eventually he’d always give in, and make out sessions between the two become the daily norm. What Roland found strangest was that every time the two joined lips, the young athlete walked away feeling a little more bloated. After a week, he noticed his weight had gone up. After two, he found he couldn’t lift the same sets he used to in the gym. By the end of the week he saw that he had a belly a fourth of the size of Mr. Bilson’s.
All the while, Mr. Bilson needed less help from Roland. He could shower himself, he needed less of his medications, and he even began to walk without his cane again. Roland couldn’t even make it up a flight of stairs before he started wheezing. If Mr. Bilson knew what was happening to make him healthier and Roland fatter, he never let on. He certainly made out with Roland more often though, and Roland, a young man full of raging hormones, was helpless to resist the old, rotund man’s inexplicable allure, effectively ending his sports career that very Summer.
It was normal down at the precinct for the guys and I to play pranks and joke around with each other. When you are in such a responsible and stressful line of work, sometimes you just need to cut loose and have some fun. We all had our favourite jokes and ways of getting to one another; Greg’s doughnut belly, Stan’s woman trouble, that time our greenhorn Tommy arrested an old lady thinking she was a drug dealer. Well no one liked a prank more than our class clown Mike. He was always getting at me for being the responsible one, the ‘stick in the mud’, the ‘by the book’ guy. Well one day he hatched a cunning prank on yours truly and boy did he get me good.
As was our tradition, we headed out to the local bar after our shift was over. Mike was playing the part of the thankful rookie, treating me to a beer for helping him out on a tough case. Now at the time I was too tired to care about his motives or take his kindness as anything other than that. But of course with Mike everything had to be a joke. Turns out while I was taking a leak he spiked my drink with some weird aging drug we had locked away in the evidence locker. It didn’t kick in right away; I’m not sure if Mike was expecting to see some results while still in my company but our night continued on as normal.
Now other than feeling a little bloated and gassy that evening, I felt nothing untowards in the last couple hours of the evening before I retired to bed. However my sleep was noticeably restless. I tossed and turned throughout the night, body aching, feeling too hot or too cold, a discomfort in my stomach like my beer was still bubbling up and expanding inside me. I made it through until morning, catching a few hours here and there. My alarm eventually sounded, my call to arms to face crime another day. I swung my hand over and hit the stop button at full force like I do every morning. But this time my hand recoiled, stung from the force of the strike. My eyes shot open from the pain and I looked at my hand to see what the damage was. Only I didn’t recognise the hand, the hand that was connected to me, that I was feeling the pain from. It was thicker, calloused and the skin was paler.
I threw the covers right off and looked down at the rest of my body. My body had gained more than a few extra pounds and despite still looking strong, there was a noticeable softness and a paunchy gut in place of my firm abs. I brushed my new hands across my torso and my apparently now grey chest hairs. I picked up my phone and turned on the front facing camera. Looking back at me was a man at least a couple decades more senior. My hair was mostly white and had noticeably receded several inches back across my head. I had permanent lines across my forehead and around my mouth. My eyes looked tired, dominated by bags and crow’s feet. My sitting position didn’t do me any favours, drawing attention to my jowls and turkey neck.
I should have been more worried and terrified but I knew straight away, in the cold light of day, that this was all Mike’s doing. I don’t know how much of that drug he used but I looked like I could pass for someone nearing his retirement in the next couple years. I knew this drug was going to cause a problem from the minute I made the bust. Why I didn’t take extra care to get it locked away extra secure I don’t know. Of course one of the guys was going to take advantage of it.
When I got into the office no one could contain their laughter at seeing the new wrinkled, grumpy me. Mike proudly stood, like a showman giving his encore, basking in the laughter around him.
“I didn’t know if you were going to make it in today pops! But i’m glad you came in to show off my best prank yet. All your nagging makes us feel like we are working with our dad, so I thought I’d at least make you look the part!” Mike exploded into laughter of his own. “Are you sure you’re gonna be able to keep up with us all day old timer?”
I pointed straight at him and scowled, my wrinkled face adding an extra sense of grouch and grumble.
“I’ll get you back for this! You’ve gone too far now. How long is this supposed to last anyway?”
“It should wear off by the end of the day so there’s no need to be such a grump about it. In the meantime why don’t you put your feet up, rest your old legs. Leave the hard work to us younger men” he winked, scanning the audience for his payoff. He got it too, as the whole squad was in fits of laughter.
“So you think you are working with your dad while i’m around then? Thought you would make it official did you? Well you certainly got your wish. I’m going to be riding all your cases for the whole shift, so you better get to work! Now!!!” Well that shut them all up. Mike tried to discreetly lower himself back into his chair but I wasn’t going to let him off the hook so easy. “And you, Officer Tucker, if you think you can loot the evidence locker in the name of pranks again, it will be a full disciplinary, you understand?!”
“Ye..yes sir” he stammered.
Of course I wasn’t really going to do it. We are always having fun with the equipment and any contraband we brought in. I just needed to scare him so he doesn’t get too big headed for pulling off such a successful prank and to make sure I didn’t become the new laughing stock around the office. Now I have to think of a way to get him back and worse. Maybe I can find some more of that drug, force him into growing up a bit. Perhaps make him even older than me and for much longer. That ought to teach him not to mess with the squad’s dad. I do know best after all!
Stuck as Santa 