mcbaer:

“Dear Andy,

We are very pleased to inform you that your application to our local Papa Bear Association has been approved!”

What the hell was this? Was this about that stupid email he got yesterday? But how would they even know his address?

This had to be some kind of misunderstanding. He hadn’t applied for anything, and even if he had, he would have needed to double his age to barely even qualify as the kind of papa bear they were talking about.

But the very same moment that thought occurred to him, Andy got to the part of the document saying that his age and his rather lean build were only minor obstacles working against his candidature, and both will be taken care of right after he flips to the second page.

The whole thing sounded so ridiculous and inane that Andy did just that without even bothering to read the rest of the message, and much to his surprise, saw a big, round spiral plastered across the entire sheet of paper. The shape seemed to be moving and at first Andy assumed that it must have been some sort of optical illusion, but quickly learned that it was much more than that, gradually realizing that he simply couldn’t look away from the paper for even a second, no matter what he did.

Out of the sudden his body seemed to be completely paralyzed and with his gaze transfixed on the swirling spiral Andy couldn’t as much as blink! It didn’t take long for him to notice that this wasn’t his only worry. In a corner of his eye he saw that his clothes were starting to change, shifting into an old fashioned suit that seemed to be many sizes too big for his frame.

But not for very long as his body was quick to follow up with the transformation.

It was his hands that he noticed changing first, each finger turning into a plump, thick sausage with a dusting of dense, white hair on the knuckles.

Andy was terrified, he wanted to scream for help and tear the paper in half, but his body stayed as motionless as before, no matter how much he tried to struggle on the inside. He was forced to watch himself expand and felt every pound of excess fat that appeared on his bones completely out of nowhere. Within moments his belly expanded so much it managed to reach the sheet of paper that he was previously holding extended far away from his chest.

How could this happen? He must have been so enormous by now… Suddenly his thoughts were interrupted by an itchy feeling that washed over his body in a single sweep. Andy couldn’t quite figure out what it might have been, not until he noticed the long, silvery white strands of his new beard that started creeping into his field of vision from the direction of his pudgy cheeks.

It was almost like he could feel every last clump of hair that were now thickly sprouting on his skin. Growing not only on his chest and belly, but also his back, his arms and shoulders, even the legs and his bulbous asscheeks, practically everywhere!

Oh god, now he wasn’t just enormously fat, but also as hairy as a gorilla. Andy couldn’t help but imagine what he must have looked like inside his mind. A naked, hirsute santa claus with a slowly balding head, and then… something even more unexpected than this entire transformation happened.

The moment he started picturing himself naked, Andy felt a stir in his crotch, the same familiar stir he always felt while thinking of his girlfriend, or about any other attractive member of the opposite sex for that matter.

But this time around, it was precipitated by an image of an old grandpa, and what was even worse, it was starting to seem  like it wasn’t going to end with just a little bit of innocuous stirring. No… Andy could already feel the blood rushing towards his groin, his manhood slowly waking up and growing erect. It felt a little bit different than before, but he could somehow instinctively tell that it was because his cock had changed too.

Somehow he knew that it was a bit shorter but also much thicker than it used to be, now shaped perfectly to fit within his chubby palms. His balls were different too, growing a couple sizes larger and hanging lower than they were supposed to, but even despite his advanced age still remaining fully capable of producing enough creamy bear cum to make his whole fuzzy belly wet each time he shot.

The projection in his mind immediately adjusted itself, his cock shrinking slightly and growing stubbier, and suddenly he saw himself reaching for it and giving it a gentle jerk.

Andy couldn’t believe it… he felt it! Just as if there was a real hand wrapped around his stumpy grandpa meat, not only that, but it felt so good! His old cock was nowhere near this sensitive to his touch.

It was just like he imagined it would be like when he watched all those videos and pictures of other grandpas and daddies on the papa bear site yesterday. At first Andy didn’t know what came over him when he found it, but soon he didn’t care and spent the entire evening jerking off and fantasizing about how hot it would be if he were one of these men himself. A fat, hirsute grandpa who might have been old, but was just as virile as he used to be in his teenage years.

Suddenly Andy stopped himself. That wasn’t true, none of it was! He never wanted to be old or fat and naked men were always just the most disgusting thing to him, and even if they weren’t, Andy knew that these memories still couldn’t have been correct, he spent his entire yesterday’s evening at work and remembered that just as vividly!

But… wouldn’t he prefer it if they were? Wouldn’t it be so much hotter if instead of slaving away at the office he could just skip all that and enjoy his retirement by hooking up with all those horny, sexy seniors?

He wanted to answer yes, so did his cock, but Andy knew that he couldn’t do it, it was all that spiral’s doing! It might have been done with his body, but it was still trying to mess with his mind!

He had to fight back somehow, maybe it wasn’t too late…

Andy tried to get rid of this disgusting image of himself that still lingered on inside his mind, but it was so difficult, it still had his cock within its grasp, and kept on massaging it just like before.

The strokes were so calm and gentle, but he could feel every single one of them and each time the image moaned within his mind, he couldn’t help but echo with an identical, pleasurable moan himself.

It was just impossible to convince himself that something feeling so real and so good just wasn’t true. But maybe, even if he couldn’t clear up his mind completely, he could at least divert his attention to something else, something less disgusting…

The first thing Andy thought of was his girlfriend, but it didn’t take very long before he realized that he simply couldn’t remember how she looked like, he couldn’t recall her face, or even her name… He used to have a girlfriend, he was absolutely certain of that… but it was such a long time ago, wasn’t it? When he was still so young and confused, unaware that it was the old grandpas and daddies whom he liked best. Yeah, it suddenly seemed like ages have passed since then, how could he possibly have remembered her after so many years.

No, that wasn’t true! It was that spiral still tinkering with his brain!

Even if the picture of his girlfriend escaped him, Andy knew for certain that it was the women whom he was really attracted to, he was sure he could at least remember one whose face had caught his eye in the past.

Yeah, there was this one girl at the office yesterday… feeling relieved Andy started piecing her picture together inside his mind… she had this big, fat pair of moobs, with a thick dusting of grey hair all over them, and an equally hairy, round belly that jiggled each time she jerked her short, plump cock that turned him on so much.

But the thing he remembered the most about her, was that massive, walrus mustache hanging from her upper lip, it looked so hot when he saw her eagerly sucking on that big, fat dildo…

That was one of numerous videos he shot his load to last evening but he was still so turned on by the memory of it, almost as much as the very first time he watched it.  Andy knew that this wasn’t wasn’t correct either, but he was beginning to grow too horny to care.

The image inside his head was done with gently massaging his member, and now seemed to be just as turned on as he was, wildly groping on his moobs and running his hands across the fur on his chest and belly, constantly polishing his meaty pole with firm and fast thrusts.

Soon another image started forming in his head, and Andy realized that he had made a terrible mistake. It was that man whom he was just thinking about so vividly. Scared of what was about to happen Andy tried chasing him away, and when that didn’t work, running away himself but that was just as useless with the man appearing right next to him whenever he took a stop for even a second.

Andy knew that it was only a matter of time before the temptation to turn around and explore his body will grow too big to resist, even the sanest parts of his brain weren’t able to deny that there was nothing he wanted more at the time than to see that huge, grey mustache covering the base of his cock.

And when it finally happened it felt just as good as he could possibly have imagined. Having his meat worked by an experienced mouth of the stunningly, hot man he dreamed about for so long made him lose all inhibitions.

His body was overtaken by a series of lustful spasms and all Andy could think about was that as much as he hated the idea of being fat, old and gay if it also meant that he could feel this good, he couldn’t agree to it sooner.

He started moaning wildly, begging the man to finally let him cum, panting and telling him just how good his tongue felt wrapped around his cock and that he couldn’t possibly endure it for very much longer, before eventually letting out one final moan as his cock exploded inside his lover’s mouth.

****

“Oh goodness, it would appear I had a bit of an accident!”

Andrew suddenly snapped out of his daydream, he moved the tip of his chubby finger towards the stain that appeared over his crotch and brought it back onto his tongue, immediately recognizing the familiar, salty taste of precum.

“Not the worst kind of accident, I reckon! Now, let’s see what has gotten me so excited, shall we?”

He let out a small chuckle and began reading the acceptance letter from the Papa Bear Association. This time around, all the caveats about the insufficient age or weight were gone, just like the second page that contained the spiral which he dreaded so much only a few minutes ago.

Andrew couldn’t contain just how happy he was to finally be a part of a club that was full of so many horny, fellow seniors. He hurried back to his house to get a new change of clothes but most importantly get back on the association’s website and see whether he could still get in touch with this sexy, mustachioed gentleman who caught his attention yesterday.

As a young, fairly fit guy it would be strangely hot to wake up trapped in an old fat body and be forced to watch as the older guy enjoys my life, probably living it better than I ever did…

mrcavanaughtf:

You’ll be helplessly watching as your fat old neighbor walks away with your hard-earned body, promising to put it to good use. All you can do from now on is watch from afar as he lives up to his promise and makes you miss the days you were a fit youthful guy just getting started on life. That’s why you shouldn’t wish away your life so quickly.

meta87:

Looks like the star quarterback on the football team is doing okay now. The professor did say anyone caught cheating on his exam would be punished in ways we couldn’t imagine. Duncan of course thought it was a joke and cheated anyway, only to be caught and taken to the professor’s office. Twenty minutes later the door opened and the professor stepped out along with an old fat guy who looked confused as to why he was on a college campus, the professor sending him off moments later, no one even remembering Duncan after that incident.

meta87:

, “Stupid piece of crap car.” Tyler growls as the car comes to a stop in the middle of the road. Tyler tries to crank the engine, only getting a few sputters out the engine before the car dies once again. “Dammit!” he hits his fists on the steering wheel, before he pulls his phone out of his pocket to call the garage he just left. Tyler was currently driving a old loner car the garage had lent him while his car was getting repaired for some damage down to it when Tyler drove into this small hick town, passing through on his way to a business meeting the town over.

Tyler mumbles annoyed at how his day as done so far as he tries to get his phone to work, only getting ‘no signal’ every time he tried to call and even text from it. “Just great, stuck in the middle of nowhere in this stupid hick town with no car or phone.” he grumbles, tossing the phone into the passenger sit. Tyler leans back into the old seat, resting his head and closes his eyes, trying to think of what to do now.

Leaning back in the seat and eyes closed, Tyler doesn’t really notice as his suit turns into a red and black flannel shirt, or his dress pants have become a pair of worn out blue jeans, both being several sizes to big for his thin toned body frame, as his dress shoes turning brown, becoming a pair of steel toed work boots. Tyler shifts in his seat, noticing now that his clothing feels weird he opens his eyes and does a double take as he looks over himself. “The hell? how and why am I dressed like this?!” he shouts into the car. It’s then he feels his body heat up and feels a bit light headed, as his stomach starts to inflate, quickly filling out the flannel shirt to the point the buttons pop off and his now fat gut flops out. Tyler looks down with wide eyes, bringing his shaking hands up to poke and prod at his new belly. “This has to be a dream” he whispers to himself, watching as a dusting of hair grows up his round gut, the hair growing upwards and spreads across his sagging moobs, Tyler resisting the urge to scratch as his new body hair thickens.

He feels the itch spread to his face next, looking in the rear view mirror, he sees his face break out into a dusting of 5′o clock shadow before it grows thicker into a beard that keeps growing longer till it just touches his chest. “No no no.” Tyler chants, touching the beard with his fatter hands, feeling them brush against his new beard oddly sends a thrill through him, making him start to calm down a bit. Enough so that Tyler doesn’t freak out when he looks back into the rear view mirror,  now he thinks he looks kinda hot with the beard and this new fat gut. Hell he doesn’t even react when he sees his hair falling out in clumps, even takes his hand and runs it through it to clear it out till he is left completely bald. Running his hand over his smooth scalp makes Tyler’s cock twitch in his pants.

“Fuck, need to rub one out.” Tyler finds himself saying, his voice breaking as he spoke becoming deeper and raspier. He unzips his now tight fitting jeans to pull out his fat cock. “Really need to go on diet lose some this fat.” he jokingly thinks as he starts to slowly stroke his cock. “and get a bath.” he adds with a laugh, once he breathes in his musky stench, smelling like he hasn’t showered in a week, if not more. Tyler’s mind becomes hazy as he jerks himself off, forgetting parts of his old life as new memories over take them, catching a glimpse in the mirror sees his ace starting to become more weathered and wrinkled as he ages from a man in his late 20s to a man pushing his late 40s, even gaining specks of grey hair in his long beard.

“bout to cum” Tyler grunts, between the feeling of his changes and watching them, he gives a few more strokes and cums, the cum shooting out and landing on his massive belly, along with coating his hand, along with it Tyler’s old live as a young business man is gone.  Sitting there for few more minutes, Tyler cleans up the cum, gathering what he can and licking it off his fingers, he adjusts his large body in his seat, turning the key and starting the car up, pulling out a cigar from his front pocket and lighting it up before he drives back to his job as a mechanic at the garage. Today they had some white collar suit bring in a expensive looking car, Tyler’s buddies  called him and told him how the guy was a real prick so dealing with him is going to be fun, real fun he thinks as he adjusts his cock.

Tis The Season

meta87:

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“Seriously Jake?” Kevin groans as he comes into his room and finds
the Santa hat on his pillow. His roommate and best friend Jake knows how
Kevin hates the Christmas season, figuring his friend put the hat there
as some kind of prank. ‘A lame prank’ Kevin thinks as he walks over to
his bed, grabbing a hold of the hat, Kevin turns around to head out of
his room to toss it in Jake’s room, but pauses once he gets in the
middle of his room. Looking down at the hat Kevin suddenly feels the
strangest urge to put it on, without really thinking why the sudden urge
to do so, he just places it on his head adjusting it to make sure it
fits perfectly. “Hmm it kinda feels nice.” He says to himself just
before letting out a pleased hum as his face darkens with a couple days
worth of stubble, that quickly thickens into a full beard. Kevin’s short
hair grows out underneath the hat, stopping just as the base of his
neck as a layer of body hair covers Kevin’s once smooth chest, just as
Kevin’s well maintained muscular build starts to soften as he begins to
pack on the pounds.  

“Feels very nice in fact.” Kevin says
again, his voice coming out much deeper than before. His face rounding
out and develops a double chin as more weight packs onto his body.  
Kevin beginning to lose his youthful handsome looks as he starts to age
up, face gaining wrinkles and laugh lines, his hair turning white as
does his beard, which by now has grown down to his chest. Kevin can’t
help the moan that escapes him as he strips out of his snug fitting
clothing, tossing them to the side as he rubs his larger hands across
his gut, one hand rubbing small circles into the bulging gut, while the
other wraps around Kevin’s hardening cock. “Fuck” Kevin moans as he
begins to jerk himself off faster, feeling his orgasm building more and
more with each stroke till finally Kevin’s blowing his load all over
himself and his floor. Bringing his hand up Kevin begins to lick the cum
off his hand, humming as he swallows it down.

“See
you’re enjoying my gift.” Kevin is brought out of his thoughts by Jake,
who is standing at entrance of his room, a smirk on his face. This can’t be Jake though could it? Kevin thinks back to this morning when he had seen him before leaving for work. Jake was all scrawny and lean, kept his face shaved. The man in front of Kevin is fairly well muscled, a trimmed beard covering his face, a Santa hat of his own on his head, along with  festive looking underwear that seem to strain against the man’s bulge. “Tell me ‘Santa’ have you been good?” Jake says, his deep voice sending a chill through Kevin as he looks the man over, his cock already hardening. With a quick nod of his head, Jake’s smirk grows as he pulls out his cock, the thick member already semi hard. “Well then I think I’ll allow you to suck me off for a bit before I wreck that fat ass of yours Santa.” Jake says, closing the distance between the two of them and forcing Kevin onto his knees, Kevin allowing his master to do so, instantly shoving his face into his Jake’s crotch, starts to lick and tease his master’s cock. “That’s it, just like that.” Jake praises how eager Kevin is to get to work sucking him off, resting his hand on the back of the old man’s head as he rolls his hips and begins to face fuck his former friend, not letting up on his thrusts till he shoots his load down Kevin’s throat, the old man taking it all in without complaint. “That was a good start.” Jake says, pulling Kevin up and forcing the old man into a kiss, licking into Kevin’s mouth and tastes his own cum before he pulls away. “But I’m nowhere near finished with you yet.” Jake grunts before he guides Kevin to the messy bed behind them, pushing him down and turning him over onto his back where he will continues to fuck Kevin throughout the night. Not that Kevin will complain any, now loving any attention his new master will give him.

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It started out as a simple task. I’m 17 years old and goofing off around the beach with some friends. There’s a new sand volley ball type game that their figuring out so I go for a bit of exploring for some hot chicks.

As I walk by some random people who sun bathing and what-not. This grandpa character calls to me in a gravelly voice.

“Hey kid!”

A bit confused I pointed to myself for confirmation and looked at him. He continued to call me over where he was sitting in his heavy duty beach chair with a blue towel slung across the back, a Heineken in hand.

He was acting a bit strange as he asked for a favor.

“I promise to show you a whole different world if you could do a favor for me.”

I have no idea what he was talking about, so I became extremely skeptical.

“What do you need?” I asked him.

“I’m a bit tired and don’t want to go all the way to my car. I have a cigar in my console and I’m dying for one. I promise to show you a little bit of magic if you go and get it for me.”

It didn’t seem like too big a deal. So I agreed, but added “don’t worry man, I’ll just grab it for you. You don’t need to….do whatever it is you were wanting to do for me.”

“I’m a man of my word” he said. “I’ll keep my promise”

So I headed off for the truck he described and grabbed the thick cigar from his console and brought it back to where he was. But the chair was now empty other than his blue towel and Heineken bottle

For a cigar smoking older man as obese as him. I’m pretty surprised not only that he’s not within view, but that he would ask me to get the cigar for him in the first place f he was willing to get up at all.

So I decided to do the right thing and wait for him to get back. After just a few minutes the sand was getting hot so I just sat in his chair to wait. At this point, I’m extremely annoyed as I needed to be heading back to my friends for our game. I decided he needed a little lesson in manners so I started drinking the guy’s beer.

I haven’t drank to terribly often, but the beer definitely tasted funny. But really quite good though. Pondering what the guy was even wanting to give me in return, I also wondered what it would even be like to live as this fat old man. I leaned back in the chair and stuck the unlit cigar in my mouth trying to conceive what that would even be like.

Within a few seconds, I strangely felt remarkably tired and adjusted my hat on my head as I took another puff from my cigar. I feel like I may have even passed out. I’m still looking around for the old man when a guy about my age holding a small mirror in his hand makes his way toward me.

He asks, “What do you think of your whole different world?”

“…sorry what?” I ask, and then try to clear my throat of the sleepiness still caught up in it making it sound croaky. “Sorry, I think you’ve got the wrong guy. But listen bro, I’m looking for this massive fat old dude around here, you haven’t seen him have you?” I keep going, but pausing to cough every few seconds trying clear my throat.

“Well, the only massive fat old dude I see is sitting in front of me in his chair. Drinking his beer and smoking his cigar.” The kid replied while laughing a bit.

Thoroughly confused, I look at him in puzzlement and take another puff of my cigar. When I realized….I don’t smoke cigars….And I certainly don’t remember ever actually lighting this one. My mind starts racing thinking of what in the world was going wrong with me. When I hear the kid laugh again and said, it’ll kick in here in a second. I brought this mirror to help out with the process a bit.

I set my beer down. or wait. I set the old man’s beer down. And brought the mirror to my face……I couldn’t believe or process what I saw….I had somehow become the obese old man.

“Oh man, this feels good to be young again.” The kid said in front of me. “I promised to show you some magic and now I have, as promised.”

“No….No….This isn’t possible!” I start in a panic.

“Relaxrelaxrelax grandpa.” He says quickly, but with snide. “Just bask in the sun for another few minutes and smoke your cigar. You’ll start to realize it won’t be so bad in the end.”

His words were almost hypnotic to me as I decided to just relax for a minute. Forgetting that I had become the fat old man. When I started to remember my situation again, I looked around, the kid was gone. I dropped the mirror and sort of slumped in my chair. I somehow knew there was no going back. I’m a fat old cigar-smoking grandpa now. I guess I’ll just have figure out how it won’t be so bad in the end.

Magic Show (Part 1)

wesleybracken:

It had seemed like a good idea at the time, but now that he was here…Ethan was no longer so sure. He stood off to the side of the bar, trying to figure out how to feel less awkward. It was Halloween–there was no reason to be this awkward on Halloween! But this…it was different. He’d always wanted to come here–ever since he’d started college in this city a few years back–because even though he was a bit of a twink, he’d always had a thing for…Bears. Daddies. Chubs. He’d hooked up a few times before, but something about going to the bar, it had always felt a bit off limits for him, because he was so young, and thin, and hairless.

His choice of costume for the night wasn’t helping matters, he supposed. He’d decided to go as a strongman–wearing a striped singlet he’d found online, some bright red boots and a handlebar mustache he’d stuck on with spirit gum, along with a fake barbell he’d made out of styrofoam and cardboard. He wasn’t the only one dressed up by any means, and he certainly wasn’t showing the most skin, but he couldn’t help but feel…out of place, even though plenty of guys were smiling and complimenting and…and why couldn’t he just feel normal! He thought about getting a few more drinks, but he had to drive back to school. He sighed, and caught someone across the room staring at him. He was an older gentleman with a sizable gut, dressed in a tuxedo and a cape, with a large top hat on his head. He threw Ethan a wink, and then slipped away into the crowd–strange, but Ethan forgot it quickly in his pouting.

He thought about leaving but didn’t. The party grew rowdier, until the music died and the dance floor cleared. Curious, Ethan came to the back of the crowd to see what was happening. There, in the middle, was the man in the tuxedo he’d glimpsed–apparently calling himself Magic Max, with a magic show planned for the evening. Ethan thought it was silly, but everyone else seemed excited–he didn’t expect much until the magician boomed out his own name, Ethan Gallanger, as his first volunteer.

He didn’t believe it–how could the guy know his name? He wanted to shrink away, but his feet marched him forward instead, out onto the empty dance floor. “There you are Ethan! So glad you could join me for a bit of fun this year.”

The crowd clapped and cheered, Ethan went red in the face.

“I must say, I saw your costume earlier, and I was simply enthralled by your commitment to realism! That mustache in particular–it must have taken you months to grow it out like that.”

“I…actually, it’s…fake…” Ethan stammered, his voice amplified somehow, even though he couldn’t see a microphone anywhere.

“Oh nonsense, let me see that!” Magic Max said, and before Ethan could stop him, he grabbed the end of his mustache, yanked hard, and Ethan yelped in pain, feeling the hairs pulling at his skin, refusing to come away. “Looks real enough to me, now!”

Cheers and laughter erupted around him, but all Ethan could do was drop his fake barbell to the floor, and feel the mustache–his mustache–with both hands. Real…it was real! He looked at the magician, his jaw dropped low. “How…how did you do that?”

“A magician never reveals his tricks, Ethan. I think you dropped your weight there! Why don’t you pick it up–show us how strong you are. After all, you look a bit thin and scrawny for a strongman.”

Laughter again. Blushing, Ethan bent down, grabbed the barbell and went to lift it, but it wouldn’t budge. It felt like someone had glued it to the floor, and the laughter only got louder as they watched him struggle with it. But something else was happening, every time he tried to lift it up. He would yank on it, and the barbell seemed to yank back, pulling him lower and lower each time, until he finally gave up, unbent, and discovered that he’d shrunk.

He’d already been rather short at five foot seven, but after his struggle he couldn’t have been much taller than four feet, barely coming to eye level with the top of Magic Max’s full, round belly. The rest of him had grown smaller as well, making him look even weaker, even as the barbell had grown larger, now nearly twice as large as he could remember it being.

Max held up his hands for quiet, and the crowd obliged. “I’m sorry Max, but you gave it a good try–I know your lifting days are well behind you at this point. Hell, you have enough to worry about, hefting around that big, hairy gut of yours all day long, right, old man?”

What the hell was he talking about? He didn’t have a gut, and he certainly wasn’t old. Seeing the confusion on Ethan’s face, Max swung his cape over, and a large mirror manifested beside him, where nothing had been, moments before. There he could see exactly what Max had been talking about. Where before had been his slim, twinkish figure, smooth and somewhat muscled, he now had a massive, firm gut stretching out the singlet he had on. He grabbed it with his hands and shook it–it heaved around as a single, hard mass, like a massive ball he’d swallowed. On his much shorter frame, he looked like a ball, in fact–a very hairy ball. His hairless body was covered with fur now, bursting from the singlet at every chance it got. The only parts of him that were smooth were his face (aside from the mustache and a generous shadow of stubble) and much of his head, where his hairline had receded substantially, leaving him with a light dusting of grey hair in a horseshoe fringe.

“Let’s all give a big thank you to Ethan, for being our first volunteer of the evening!” Max said behind him, and gave him a shove. He had to struggle to stay upright, leaning back to counter the weight of his gut, “Now let’s see if we can find someone who might be able to get this barbell off the floor! We can’t just leave it here, after all.”

Ethan just tried to process what had happened to him…what he…thought had happened to him? It was suddenly a bit hazy, and hard to hold onto in his head. He’d been different, hadn’t he? He watched the rest of the show like it was a dream–but he had to talk to that magician again–he had to figure out how to get his body back.