thefattestwizard:

Having a retired military dad like I did growing up can be pretty rough – they tend to be stricter, meaner, and no-nonsense. So when my parents went out of town the summer of my senior year, I took the opportunity to live on the wild side. I stayed up until early in the morning, woke up late, smoked cigars on the back porch, and even skipped out on a day of work at the grocery store. However, all of my friends were also working, and I didn’t really have much to do – so I decided to lay out in the pool naked, after putting ample sunscreen on my junk. To add insult to injury, I decided to use my dad’s favorite raft – some wrinkly old mat that he would never let me use for fear that I would break it.

While it certainly didn’t look comfortable at first, after lounging in the hot sun for around an hour, I began to get a little drowsy. I took one last look at my tan, buff 18-year-old body, before drifting off to sleep…

… When I woke up an hour or so later, the sun was still high in the sky – but for some reason, I felt really groggy. It almost felt like the water was absorbed into my skin. My arms felt heavier, and when I hopped off the raft, the water barely came up to my nipple line, where as before I had to tread water to avoid going under. Assuming some weird sort of evaporation must have taken place, I groggily tread through the water with my eyes half open, and (with more effort than it usually took, hefted myself up the ladder and on the concrete. It wasn’t until I reached for a towel by the pool chair that I noticed something I don’t usually see. My chest – or rather, my moobs, were dangling just below my eyesight. Shocked, I run over to the mirror, my whole body feeling numb – or maybe that was the soft jiggle of fat on the outer layer of this strange, foreign body. When I looked in the reflection of one of the windows in the house, I saw my dad – walrus mustache, bald head, gut and all. I licked my upper lip, feeling the bushy grey mustache with my tongue – a foreign experience to my previously hairless body. Even my once-smooth chest now had a smattering of grey fur, accentuated by my thick, pointy nipples. I ran a palm through the top of my head, feeling the rough stubble on the side of my head scratch the skin. I remembered having a full head of thick, beautiful hair! My dad always despised me for it – now I have nothing!

It was during that realization that I noticed I was wearing my – or rather, my fathers, wedding ring. My thoughts jumped to Diane – my mother. She was on the trip with my father, I wonder what she would say coming home to her husband, sitting naked on the patio, instead of her son? Shit, shes always horny when she catches me naked at lunch time while John is at school. Maybe if she has enough time on a given day she’ll give me a nice blow job…

I began to notice a new part of me that I hadn’t really payed attention to before – I – I mean, my father, IS HUNG. He has a nice set of thick balls between his two thick thighs, and a gorgeous, thick cock dangling a few inches down. Well, now it wasn’t dangling – it was standing straight out, around 7 inches, and THICK, a nice big tool. I wrap my palm around it, grunting in pleasure, and reach for a cigar, using the reflection to light it up – and noticing that I did it exactly how I’d always see my dad do it. I’ve smoked a few cigars before – but this one was thick, just like my new body. Now though, they looked natural on me – a balding, middle-aged, retired military serviceman. I gave my cock a few strokes and took a puff on my cigar, grinning at my thick arms, chest, and gut in my reflection. Yeah, I was going to have a lot of fun.

thefattestwizard:

Man, this intern job was such a bore. When I signed up to intern with foreign relations, I thought I’d see some awesome stuff, but instead, I’m stuck in an office with old geezers filling out monotonous paperwork that I could care less about. Whats worse is, this guy Mr. Roberts seems to have taken a “special” interest in me, and has been checking me out recently, especially when I take a leak in the urinal. What a creep!

“Hey Mike, we’re meeting with the Canadian representative in 5, bring the file we discussed earlier, and be ready to take down some notes.” Mr. Roberts peered into my cubicle unexpectedly, causing me to jump and spill some of my papers on the floor. He flashed his sinuous smile at me, and was gone before I could mutter a response.

I showed up in the room 5 minutes later, carrying the manilla folder that I was told to prepare. However, I noticed immediately something was wrong – Mr. Roberts was the only man in there, and his committee, and the representative of Canada, was no where to be found.

“Come in, Mike – take a seat.” Mr. Roberts gestures to the seat across the table from him. “The Canadian adviser actually won’t be here until tomorrow, but I can still use you to prep for a couple of scenarios, and maybe teach you a thing or two on the process. I trust you did your homework like I asked?” Mr. Roberts raised an inquisitive eyebrow, his malicious grin still on his lips.

“Yes.” I reply meekly, not wanting to spend a continuous period alone with this creepy old man. Still, as an intern, I had no other option. I let out a small sigh, and sit across from him.

There is a long pause before either of us say anything, and I took the time to look at Mr. Roberts. Before me sat a man in his late 50’s, thin and weak-looking, with a small beer-gut most men his age tend to have. Wide-brimmed glasses adorned his jowled face, deep aged lines creasing across the folds of his skin. His hair line was receding, showing a large part of his forehead, his baldness not helped very much by his atrocious comb-over. He wore a stodgy, boring-colored suit – something my generation wouldn’t be caught dead wearing. God, when I’m this guys age, I hope I look nothing like him.

In contrast, I was the epitome of youth – young, atheletic, and professional looking. I had a full head of hair, and a long life ahead of me – and I showed that in my appearance. My dark-blue suit was way more fashionable, and while I looked professional, I still had plenty of fashion to go along with it.

Finally Mr. Roberts spoke, breaking my thought process. “Mr. Cadwitz, glad to see that you could make it in time – I trust that your flight was well?” I stared at Mr. Roberts, a bit befuddled that he’d call me by the Canadian representatives name instead of my own.

“Look, Mr. Roberts, I-”

“It’s called roleplaying, Mike, just go along with it. I’ll just ask you some basic questions and you try your best to assume the representative’s response.” Mr. Robert’s demeanor was different, now – his cruel smile, and his patience, seemingly gone in an instant.

“Okay….” I respond, still a bit weird out by the conversation.

“As I was saying – I trust your flight went well?”

“Uh… sure, I suppose the flight was alright. I trust that things at home are going wonderfully?” It felt strange making small talk, and a bit forced, but I figured it was something I had to do. To be truthful, I could care less about this old man’s personal life.

“They are indeed. May I offer you a glass of water before we begin?” He offers, and before I could refuse, he handed a glass to me, and I accept, taking a small sip.

“So, I have a new proposition that I think you’d really enjoy – we were looking on beefing up border patrol around these two locations to stop drug trafficking. If you look at the two charts…” He began to drone on about his procedure. I immediately tuned out, scratching under my collar, feeling a bit uncomfortable in my suit. My thoughts began to wander to my girlfriend, who I planned on seeing tonight. I groped myself under the table, feeling my nice-sized cock get a little bit hard and the idea of seeing her.

“As I was saying, Mr. Cadwitz, it really is a no-brainer. What do you think about the idea?” I thought I wasn’t listening, but surprised myself with a cold-cut, well thought out reply that also seemed to shock Mr. Roberts as well. Thus began a lengthy discussion of border patrol, of which I had no real prior interest in. But I could feel myself being feeling something fiery within my chest – something that might have been passion, or might have been something I ate earlier – I wasn’t sure. But I was making excellent points, and had no trouble remembering facts and figures I had spent most of the last few days studying. The only thing bothering me was my body – it felt so itchy under my suit!

“Would you please open your folder and turn to the third page? I think a graph there really explains why this would be perfect for both of our countries.” I grab for the folder, and realize that something was wrong. My arm felt heavier, and loftier, and I was struggling to pinch open the folder. I looked down, realizing that my hand looked inflated – like it was some sort of allergic reaction or something. The skin looked smooth, pale, and puffy, instead of tan and athletic. I look down, and notice that my other hand (just as puffy), that was resting on the table before, was now resting on the small beginning of a belly. I pushed down on it, feeling the soft pliable fat push back against my fingers.

“Is everything okay, Mr. Cadwitz?” I look up and see Mr. Roberts looking down at me, a scathing look in his eye. Although there is obviously something wrong, I couldn’t bring myself to mention it to him. “Y-yeah… can give me one second, Tom?” I was a bit shocked at the voice I protruded, which sounded loud and official. I didn’t even notice that I called Mr. Roberts by his first name. “I need to use the facilities, give me a minute, eh?” Afraid he might say no, I get up immediately, stumbling a bit with the new weight, and walk out of the door, heading straight for the restroom.

I look at my reflection as soon as I burst through the door, immediately recognizing that I looked different. My face, for starters, seemed a lot wider, my hair a lot thinner – and were those the beginning of laugh lines? Even my eyes seemed different, appearing almost blue instead of the usual brown. I took my suit jacket off, to get a better look at my body. My once thin, athletic frame seemed to be filling out, my body taking on a more pear-shaped form. My pants extended over my now slightly-sagging stomach, as I would often see the older, heavy-set gentleman of the office do. I could feel and see my moobs pressing against my silk-white shirt, and I rubbed one with my hand, moaning as I felt the soft fabric brush against them. Fuck, that felt good – I felt my cock instantly harden, barely making a tent in my trousers. I’m really going to need to jerk off after this meeting – I wonder what that website was that I used before? Something about young twinky interns….

I shake my head, wondering where those thoughts came from. Not only was I thinking about guys, but young, “twinky” interns? What’s happening to me? I splash some water on my face, trying to clear my head. I need to go see Tom, and tell him that I don’t feel well and need to go home. He’s a nice guy, I’m sure he’ll understand. Shoot, maybe I’ll calm him up tonight and he can show me a little American hospitality….

Just then, a heavier set male stepped out of a nearby stall, breaking me out of my trance. He was large – probably in the upper three hundreds, and tall. By the greyness in his hair, he must have been in his late fifties. His conservative suit matched his age, a dark, boring black. I try and act natural, but he must have noticed the look of disdain on my face. “You alright buddy?” He asks in a gruff tone, giving me an inquisitive look. “No need to look so down. It happens to the best of us, really. When we grow up, we tend to grow out too, if you catch my drift.” He pats his stomach, and then mine, a big grin on his face. “Besides, ain’t no shame in enjoying your meals, eh? Kinda makes you look, big, ‘n powerful.”

He took off his jacket and rolled up his sleeves to wash his hands, and I just turned back to look in the mirror, turning side-faced to see my profile. My gut was now really pushing out against the fabric. Fortunately, it was growing under my belt line but I could feel it pushing down against my cock, almost as if the soft and saggy flesh was swelling then and there.

The older gentleman, who really wasn’t THAT much taller than me, patted me on the belly, and I jiggled a bit. “Embrace it! Looks good on ya.” I could only offer a smile before he walked out the door. Maybe he’s right, maybe it did look good on me!

I shook my head again, and fixed my tie, trying to clear my head of these violating thoughts. I decided the best course of action was to go home as quickly as possible, and try and figure out what was happening to me. I reach down for my jacket, not realizing that the sleek blue fabric had been replaced with the older, plain black material that the older gentleman had been wearing.

I burst out of the restroom door, and walk down the hall quickly. As I walked, I noticed I was peering over the tops of some of my co-workers, who were previously had a few inches over me. Was I getting taller? I knew for one thing, I was certainly getting rounder – my power-walk was quickly becoming a power-waddle, my wide gait forcing others to move around me, instead of me around them. Yeah, I could get use to this, I thought. It’s nice having people respect you. I also realized that I was starting to sweat profusely, particularly underneath my arm pits and underneath the folds of my belly. For that reason, I slowed down – or at least that’s what I told myself. The hot young male intern with the nice tight ass in front of me was just bonus.

By the time I got back to the room, I had forgot all prior notions of leaving the office. “Ready to begin again, Mr. Cadwitz?” Mr. Roberts flashed me his sexy grin, and I felt my heart flutter. “Sounds good, eh?.” I said confidently, groping his cock sneakily before taking a seat in the chair I sat in previously. I hadn’t even noticed the traditional Canadian “eh” slipped into my vocabulary.The leather chair, which had armrests, was now a much tighter fit, I noticed. My belly was so large, it pooled over the sides of the chair, and now my hands naturally rested on my large apron of a belly instead of the armrests. Mr. Roberts continued with his presentation, and I listened intently – nodding, adding my own segments, and correcting him about incorrect facts and figures he had on Canada. Like before, I seemed to be an export on the topic, and gave him a lengthy history on the Canadian-American border. My idea to go home early had all but left my head.

“You have some good ideas Tom. I just need to look at the paperwork and make a few alterations and then we should be good, Eh?” Mr. Roberts, or “Tom” as I seem to be calling him now, looked over at me and smiled. I felt my tiny, 3-inch cock harden in my trousers, purely at the sight of his grin.

“Well, George, if there’s anything that you need to be ‘persuaded’ on, just let me know….” His smile never stopped while he talked, and he finished with a wink.

“Well, since you mentioned it….” I rose out of the chair, now standing over Tom, who was a few inches taller then me before – I had to be 6’5” at the least, maybe even 6’7”. I looked down at myself,seeing my large gut stick far out in front of me – countered by my large ass, which I idly groped with a soft, pliable hand. I was a huge beast of a man – someone that younger, inferior generations should respect.

I looked up at Tom, a newfound lust in my eyes. The thinning hair, the small gut – this man was in great shape for his age, and looked amazing. Most of all though, he was successful, and powerful, something that turned me on more than anything. Tom must’ve noticed, because he came closer, his forehead barely reaching my lips. He embraced me, (as well as he could for my size) and we began to kiss – my thick, wet tongue, against his soft, pliable lips. He pushed me backward, and despite my size, I felt myself being controlled by him, moving along with him, until my back – and my wide ass, hit the wall with a jiggle. He ran a hand through my hair, and with a shock, I realized how thin it was – my hairline was definitely receding. That made me stop my kissing him. Why was my hair so thin? This wasn’t right – I wasn’t supposed to be this tall, fat, bald, or old! I look like some stodgy old man! But Tom didn’t stop, instead he knelt down and began to undue my belt. I felt my pants drop down my ankles, exposing my white, fleshy legs to the open office air – unfortunately, I couldn’t see them. I doubt that I’d be able to see my cock, either. For some reason, that made me even hornier

Part of me wanted Tom to stop, to warn him that someone might walk in and see us, that I shouldn’t be like this – but that part of me fled from my mind when he lowered my tighty-whitey briefs that all old gentleman wear, and wrap his soft lips around my rock hard, tiny cock. He massaged my balls, which I noticed were a lot lower down my thigh, and eliciting a deep moan from my lips. I placed both of my plump hands in his thinning hair, and began to thrust into his mouth, feeling his whole body wobble with each thrust. I groped both my nipples with my fat, sweaty hands, pinching them as well as I could with my chubby fingers. It didn’t take long for him to squeeze out a nice, sour load of old-man cum, which he sucked out eagerly.

When all was said and done, he raised up my underwear and pants for me, tucking my wide 72-inch pants over my belly, and tightening them with my dark leather belt. Just then I notice how out of breath I was, realizing that my underarms were wet with sweat. I blushed a little, imagining how silly and un-professional I must have looked. Sure, I had a snazzy, dark-back suit, which may not have been “hip”, but I prided myself in my professional look, and the younger generations better respect it.

Tom tries to fix my hair to the best of his abilities, and lifts one of my thick arms up above my head, with some difficulty. “Did you forget to wear an undershirt, big guy? You know large men like you need to cover yourself against your sweat. Maybe you and I will go shopping tonight when we finish here. I know a big-and-tall store just a couple blocks down from the office.” He smiled at me, and I smile back, happy to have met someone as fun-loving and as sweet as Tom.

“Go freshen up if you need to, then meet me in my office. I’ll prepare the documents for your inspection, and you can come back to me in a few days with any revisions. Oh, and there’s this new intern I have. He’s got a nice, tight ass, and pretty-boy looks, just like I know you like. You’ll love him. Who knows? Maybe he goes for big ol’ men like yourself.”

“I guess we’ll have to see, eh?” I said, licking my lips at the thought of some twinky intern presenting his hot boyhole for a big daddy like myself. With a throbbing cock and horny thoughts in my head, I waddle out the door.

wesleybracken:

The summer was sweltering, and Jordan was definitely thankful for having a pool out back that he could jump in at anytime he felt like. He’d wake up late, after his parents had already left for work, throw on his swim trunks and after a quick protein shake for breakfast, he’d be out back in the pool.

However, if Jordan had bothered to turn on the TV this morning, he would have found out that a chemical company had accidentally dumped an unknown, untested chemical into the river the night before, polluting the entire neighborhood’s water supply, his pool included. That said, when Jordan stepped out onto the patio, he definitely knew something was up, because the usually clear water was instead a vibrant green.

Still, Jordan wasn’t about to let something like that deter him from his daily pool, and the day was heating up quick. It didn’t smell bad after all, and it even tasted normal. With a shrug, he dove in, swam a couple of laps before his skin started to tingle and he was starting to struggle in the water for some reason. Figuring he should probably get out, he maneuvered over to a side ladder and tried, unsuccessfully, to heft himself up out of the pool.

He just felt so weak all of a sudden, and like his body weighed a whole lot more than it should have. He gave it another try, eyes shut in concentration, and managed to heft himself up the ladder and onto the side of the pool, huffing hard, when he looked down at himself in disbelief. What in the hell had the water done to him? He’d packed on close to a hundred pounds, and his body was covered with hair. His swim trunks were nowhere to be seen; he must have burst out of them in the water without even noticing. Still coated in the water, he rushed inside to get a better look at himself in a mirror, but by the time he’d gotten to the one in the hall, he saw that the changes had progressed even further. The hair on his head was entirely gone, and the beard which had sprouted across his face was now not only several inches long, but nearly entirely white. His gut was now hanging even lower, and the rest of his body was filling out, making it hard for him to walk, and the hair on his skin was so dense he could barely see his skin.

Realizing that he was still coated in the strange water, he waddled back out and dried himself off with a towel, but the damage was done. Weighing in at over 600 pounds, inch long hairs coating his entire body, aged to look nearly seventy years old, Jordan discovered one last side effect of the water—his balls. They had swelled up to nearly four times the size, eclipsing the cock he could no longer reach imbedded in his fat, and unable to help himself, he spent the rest of the day fucking his fat pad, shooting load after load of cum, sobbing and unable to control himself, until his parents got home from work and took him to the hospital.

Needless to say, Jordan received a sizeable settlement from the chemical company, but the changes were irreversible. One silver lining was that, even though Jordan looked to be seventy, he was still as healthy as he’d been in his late teens, and the fat he’d gained appeared to have no health dangers—though he never managed to lose a pound of it. Instead, he resigned himself to a life as a rich, obese old pervert, jacking off nearly constantly—but he never went into a pool again.