This Is Not How I Imagined It (Story Idea Submitted By Anon)

Crap, I thought this would’ve worked out better. I had everything planned out to become some jock at the gym, but yet it still went wrong. I’ve always wanted to be muscular because I never was, I was on the skinny size and I couldn’t life weights or get big in any way. I tried to find many solutions to the problem but none of them ever worked, not even this one. It wasn’t until I walked into a store one day and the cashier told me to meet him in the back. I was skeptical but I went on with it and followed the cashier.

“I had the same problem as you once. But look at me now!” He said as he flexed his muscles, which were quite big. He caught my interest now. I was about to ask him how, but he interrupted me as he reached for a shelf. He grabbed some sort of glass with liquid in it. It was transparent but something was different about it.

“Just trust me, find some sort of clothing from a man you would want to be, put it on and drink this. Results will surely come. Oh and about your payment, come see me in your new body and we will talk about a price. Good luck!” That was all he said, he walked out of the back room and I never saw him again, he didn’t even go back to working as a cashier.

I knew exactly where I wanted to go. A little excited, I rushed to the nearest gym which was just some Lifetime that my dad had a membership to. I signed in and nearly ran to the locker room. I saw some guy, and man I knew that he was the one I would want to be. It was perfect. I just needed some clothes of his. There were some shorts beside him and I assumed they were his. He walked away in just a towel to the shower leaving his stuff there. I didn’t want to get caught stealing clothes so I grabbed the shorts sitting there and ran to a stall. I stripped down, I didn’t know how the liquid worked so I didn’t want to take chances. I pulled up the shorts, which were much to big for me. I held onto the shorts with one hand to keep them from slipping down, and opened the glass.

“bottoms up” I said to myself as I drank the liquid, It tasted awful. Possibly the worst thing I’ve ever drank. My body started to contort, stretching and contrasting all over. It was slightly painful, so I closed my eyes wincing from the pain. It took about a minute until the transformation was over. I opened one eye, expecting to see some muscles. I looked down slowly, seeing flab instead of muscle. I nearly tripped running out of the stall trying to see what went wrong. I found the first mirror and saw my new reflection. I was much older, fatter and hairier. I ran back to the stall looking for the glass, seeing if I missed something. There was no liquid left but there was a warning label that read:

If you are unhappy with the results, you can forget memories of your past life so you aren’t aware of what occurred and life your new life as if you have always been in your new body. Just think of the new memories of the life you now possess and let it push your old memories out.

I guess there was no going back or drinking another one of these. I didn’t want to forget just yet. In case something came up. I went back to where I found the shorts, and I saw my old body there looking down at itself, rubbing my much skinnier body. He looked up when he noticed me. He laughed at me and my misfortune. He got a much better end of this deal. I didn’t want to take it anymore. I wanted muscle not this. I grabbed the vial and read the label. It was time, I didn’t want to remember my mistake. I tried to access the memories of this guy. His name was Steven Parsons, he had a wife and three kids. The life didn’t see that bad all of the sudden. I started to smile as I remembered ‘my’ kids. The last of the memories poured in as my old memories disappeared.

Another great submission from mcbaer. Enjoy!

Neal felt a bit suspicious when he first saw this older, cigar smoking guy entering Eric’s apartment, as a matter of fact, with that leather jacket and a stogie constantly plastered between his lips his neighbour was looking a bit off himself recently.

Thankfully all of Neal’s worries got cleared up when he decided to confront them about it, and after taking just a couple of puffs from that cigar they offered him, it was his own person that started to bewilder him. How could he forget about Eric’s husbear Ryan? He really was acting a bit strange today, like that time he tried to throw away the cigar they gave him right after getting back home, fortunately he quickly came to his senses and decided that it won’t be leaving his mouth before it’s smoked to a complete nub.

Yeah, Neal was usually quite picky when it came to his cigars, but this one was really something, not only was its flavour great but he also got this pleasurable buzz in his head each time he drew from it. Soon he was so captured by the feeling that he didn’t even notice his slowly receding hairline or the white beard that started growing on his cheeks.

One thing he noticed though was that this cigar got him pretty horny. His cock was straining rock hard against the fabric of his pants. Fuck, where the hell was his boy?

Neal stopped himself, there was this confusing feeling again… some weird thoughts lingered in his head, but he couldn’t make much sense of them. He didn’t have a… Brad wasn’t his… his boy, something about his boy… Neal took a breath of cigar smoke and his head cleared up a bit. What the hell was wrong with him today? Didn’t he just send him off to the shop to pick up a couple of cigars for his daddy?

That made sense, but didn’t change the fact that he still needed to bust a nut soon, guess he will have to take care of that himself. Neal didn’t even bat an eye when he took off his oddly tight fitting shirt and saw his new, beefy and tattooed body of a daddy bear, or when he opened his laptop and suddenly it was filled with pics and videos of countless other bears smoking gars and jacking off.

Yeah, he did hoard up quite a collection over the years, didn’t he? Each time he felt horny and his boy wasn’t around he just loved to lay back, fire up one of his stogies and pump his meat for hours, carefully edging and making sure that he wouldn’t blow before the gar was smoked it to its cap or his boy turned up to swallow up his load. Neal could already tell from all the leaking precum that it will be a big one. Yeah, option number two was definitely the way to go.

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bearslikeus:

It was time to pass on the title of Mr. Santa Bear. Kevin had been an amazing title holder, recruiting quite a few cubs over the months. All of them loyal to not only him but the bar itself. All now regulars. But Kevin’s reign was coming to an end.

Paul was going to be a great Mr. Santa Bear. He’d been a recruited cub himself once a few years ago. As Paul poses for pictures with the reigning titleholder he could feel the change begin as Kevin touched him. Sure, everyone in the bar was wearing a white shirt and red suspenders. Yet watching his gut balloon out was something it excited him to see. It started out as a goatee but eventually spread to be a full beard. A full beard that was quickly becoming white. What hair he had on the top of his head also become a stark white. Paul was thrilled. He grabbed his belly and laughed. A jolly laugh. He didn’t even have to try. It just happened.

Paul felt his pants tighten, not only from the change but also from his arousal at become such an iconic sexy bear of a man.

The rest of the night Paul, the new Mr. Santa Bear 2016 sat around and took photos with patrons. People would come up and give his belly a jiggle. Some would sit on his lap. Some would stroke his cock through his pants. Mr. Santa Bear would handle a few packages of his own. He had his eye set on a couple cubs. He was sure that at least one of them had been naughty the last year and would be willing to be naughty one more night.

onehairyhypnohunter:

Dillon had never seen his boss smoke a pipe before. So he was a bit surprised when he strolled over to Dillon’s desk for a conversation with one in his hand. Dillon gave an inquisitive look. “Don’t know where it came from, actually,” his boss said. “It was on my desk when I walked in. Must be from my Secret Santa.” Methodically, he began to lit the already packed pipe. “Might as well give it a shot,” he said, putting the pipe to his lips.

Dillon stared completely speechless as smoke began to billow and the pipe seemed to shrink in his boss’ growing hands. He was becoming a new man. His gut pushed out. His trimmed mustache became bushy and unkempt, accompanied by a newly sprouted long beard. A couple wrinkles spread across his face while his hairline receded. Finally, a shiny bright septum piercing popped into place, completing the look.

Dillon’s new boss cocked an eyebrow at his employee as his free hand moved toward his engorging crotch. “You like?” he asked, with a confidence and dominance that shook Dillon to the core. It would only be seconds now before he was breeding his employee at his desk, but the new pipe man had to admit that he enjoyed the anticipation.

Excellent, EXCELLENT story written by an awesome anonymous man:

“No, please… this can’t be happening!”

Drpepperdragoon only shuddered over how old and frail his voice was beginning to sound like.

It all started so innocently at first, he was out for some morning shopping at the store when he saw one of these mobility scooters parked by the entrance. He always had a thing for older men and liked to fantasize about growing older himself, often imagining how would it be to live as somebody so old that moving around in a scooter like this would be necessary.
So when he saw one unattended he simply couldn’t resist the temptation, figuring that it was probably left there by the staff for the store customers he decided to go on a short ride himself.
At this hour the store was practically empty so nobody will probably mind, and even if somebody were to ask, he could just say that he’s sprained his ankle yesterday and it was tough to walk or something.

It turned out that Drpepperdragoon enjoyed riding around and pretending that he’s just some regular grandpa doing his shopping so much, that he didn’t even notice when he actually did start becoming older. Slowly his beard started growing out longer and the hairline receding, at first he let his belly hang out a bit, but in no time it’s actually grown so big he had to pull down his shirt to cover it up.

That was when he noticed that his hand was looking a bit odd, it was all flabby and seemed to be covering with wrinkles and dense, white hairs right before his eyes.

His eyes… something was wrong with them too, everything seemed so blurry all of the sudden, he even had to bring his hand right in front of his face just so see it clearly, and nearly screamed when he moved it away.

His belly had grown again, this time so much that his shirt didn’t even make it past the belly button, everything below hanging out for everybody to see. Drpepperdragoon extended his hand towards it in disbelief, but the touch of the leathery, old skin and soft white hairs that seemed to be forming a dense trail running towards his chest only assured him that this new gut of his was infact real.

He only gasped again when he looked further down and realized that the thing resting against his chest was actually a beard, his beard! Somehow it has grown long enough to almost reach the protruding belly, and just like all the rest of his body hair was quickly losing its color and becoming completely white – he must have been looking like some kind of santa claus impersonator by now!

He immediately jumped off the scooter, no matter how crazy it sounded it must have changed him somehow, and he needed to get help. But he only made as much as few steps away from it before realizing that he was absolutely exhausted, infact more than he’s ever been in his entire life. And there were still no shop assistants or anybody he could ask for help in sight.
Reluctantly, he crawled back on the seat, almost completely drained out of energy and still panting from the few seconds long trek he proceeded to drive back to the entrance.

The scooter wasn’t very fast, and that only gave him more time to think, or at least attempt to take control over all the racing thoughts in his head. How was such a thing even possible, and how stupid was he to ever have fantasies about growing old?

At least now that the every last hair of his had lost its color and the top of his head went completely bald, it seemed like the rest of his body had stopped changing too, fortunately for his shirt which looked like it was already at its limit while trying to cover his newly acquired weight.

By the time Drpepperdragoon managed to reach the entrance of the store, his misery only grew deeper, not only was there no staff in sight, only some younger man, probably around the age he used to be before, but he also realized that even if he were to ask somebody for help, he would have no idea what to say.

He couldn’t just tell them that he’d aged into this bearded santa claus over the course of a single morning, they would think that he’s crazy!

Luckily for him, he didn’t have to take the initiative, right after he stopped the same man he spotted earlier, walked up to him, everything was so blurry that he couldn’t even make out his face.

“You don’t recognize me, do you? I guess it might be a bit tough without these.”

He said, while dangling what Drpepperdragoon assumed were glasses in front of his face.

“But even then, I was a bit older the last time you saw me.”

“You… it was you! You did this to me! How is this possible?!”

Drpepperdragoon panted out with his new frail and old voice, still somewhat exhausted after his attempted escape few minutes ago.

“See, I was an archeologist all my life and over its course I’ve encountered a bunch of texts that were supposed to be various magical spells and enchantments, I never gave them much thought but this one looked like the real thing. Even then I didn’t really believe it could work, but it wouldn’t hurt to try, would it? Especially at the age I used to be.”

“But there still was one more problem, the spell was supposedly capable of switching the ages of two different people, if it were to work, and I stole forty or sixty years off somebody’s lifespan, it would be almost like killing them, I couldn’t possibly live with that.

But as the time passed, I grew more desperate and eventually remembered you, always ogling me whenever we bumped into each other in the store or in town, you clearly saw something in this old body of mine, if I were to swap my ages if somebody then you seemed like the person I would feel least bad about doing it do.”

“Please… you can’t do this, you have to change us back, I don’t want this anymore! I will tell everyone what you did!”

“I don’t think that’s a smart idea, people don’t take kindly to old men acting like they’re going senile, I’ve experienced that myself. And even if I wanted to do it, the reversal spell hasn’t even been translated yet, and completing the work would take ages. But hey, you are always welcome to try. The keys to my house and the address are in the compartment next to the seat, you look almost like I used to, so I don’t think anybody would mind if you were to start living there from now on. Anyway, good luck.”

Drpepperdragoon was so shocked by what the guy has said that he couldn’t as much as move or even respond when he patted him on the back and slipped the glasses onto his face from behind. By the time Drpepperdragoon managed to turn the scooter around the man had already disappeared between the aisles and he didn’t even get to see his face.

Will he really be stuck as this old, santa lookalike for the rest of the short life he had left?