Coach was always nagging me about my technique. He said it wasn’t strength that won the fight, but skill and I didn’t have enough of it. I kept practicing but he was never happy, even when I won. I mean I got to the final! The least he could do was congratulate me.
But no, he told me I couldn’t win, that I didn’t have the right mindset. He was damned if he was going to coach anything but a winner. So the morning of the final he swapped our bodies and said he was the only one who could win this for us.
I was pissed watching him have all the fun fighting my opponent, while I was left to watch from the bench with all the dads. I hope I don’t end up with a body like this, all this weight to carry around all the time. In his day coach was strong and healthy like me, but not anymore. He didn’t look any better than the rest of the fat guys around me and he was a former athlete! If it could happen to him why not me? He’s right in one respect, I don’t train as hard as he did. I’m a ticking timebomb! I could end up even worse and at a younger age! Maybe this is the motivation I needed to train harder, to never quit.
During the timeout he came over, looking worn out. “Man this guy is tough, I don’t know if I can do this.”
“Come on coach, you said it was about skill and you had it. Im not letting you put me in this body and take this moment away from me just so you can lose. Now get out there and win!”
Me and my frat decided to throw a wild house party and invite all the hot girls from around campus. We were known for being party animals and we never finished up a night without a girl or two. Well this party was our biggest yet and there was tons of action to be had.
I made my way over to the hottest girl I could find. I’d never seen her around before and had to take my chance, giving her all my best lines. But she was not having any of it.
“Please just back off. I’m not interested.” She rolled her eyes and sighed.
“Excuse me but this is my party and I’m a pretty big deal here. You should be jumping at the chance to get with me!”
“Except I’m not. Find some other moron who can stand to be near you.”
“I don’t know who you think you are but you’re not that special. I can get anyone I want.”
“You might think you can do anything you want cos you’re hot but inside you’re a disgusting pig and it’s only a matter of time before everyone will realise that.”
She stormed out of the party and I never saw her again. I carried on having fun regardless and found some new bimbo to get with. As the partygoers started leaving we headed into my room for some fun.
As we started getting down to business she started screaming and pushed me off of her.
“Whoa what’s wrong with you?!”
She looked horrified. “It’s what’s wrong with you!” she screamed and ran out the house.
I looked over in my mirror and saw myself growing, my abs were filling out with fat and my pecks grew into tits. Hair was growing all over my chest and gut. A stubbly beard grew over my face and my growing second chin. I watched my self keep inflating bigger and bigger. I was gigantic, my tits had become two huge rolls that travelled right round my back, cutting my torso into two halves of blubbery mass.
Even my back started to grow hair all over it, making its way up onto my shoulders. The only place hair wasn’t growing was my head. It was dropping out right in front of my eyes and the more frantically I grabbed at it, the more that clumps came away and filled my meaty paws. Within seconds I was practically bald, left with a buzzed collar and some stubborn patches of stubble on top.
I didn’t know whether to scream or cry. I was disgusting! My double chin made me look like an enormous frog and even gave me a fat roll on the back of my head. I could no longer see my legs beneath my mammoth gut. It was so big it filled my lap right to my knees. I gripped my immense tits, mourning the loss of my former pecs, but I could hardly lift them the size they were now. I guessed I was somewhere over forty but who could tell given how bad I looked? I could be 10 years younger for all anyone knew.
That stuck up chick must have done something to me, a curse or something. She told me I would look as horrible outside as I was in, but I never thought I was such a bad guy. I mean I was just another jock right? What did I do that was so wrong?
My friends took some convincing that I was still me but they came around eventually and are still letting me stay here for a while. I had to stop studying since I was here on a sports scholarship but I’ve got a job as a janitor on campus now to keep paying my share. As I empty the trash cans and mop up the students messes around campus the jocks shout abuse at me and the girls either laugh or recoil at the sight of me waddling about, sweating and struggling to breathe. I even had one girl scream when I bent over to pick something up and my jeans slipped, presenting her with the sight of my huge hairy ass.
Why did this have to happen to me?! Everyone else is just as much of an asshole! I never see the bitch who did this around campus. I’m not sure if she even goes here. Looks like this is going to be permanent. I just hope she teaches a few more jerks a lesson. I shouldn’t have to be the only one punished so harshly.
I have lived in my neighbourhood for 40 years and until recently it has been perfect. Now ever since they started gentrifying the area all these students and young professionals are moving in. I don’t hear from my new neighbour all day and then all night he plays his loud music and has his friends over for parties. I’m too old for this and i’ve had enough! But I had a plan.
One afternoon I caught him coming back from the store and asked his help to change a light bulb for me now that I cant get up a ladder with my trick knees. He obliged and once he finished I offered him a glass of wine for his trouble. At first he was resistant but I convinced him to sit with me in the yard and have a drink in thanks.
“It’s a fine vintage, it only gets better with age.” After the first sip it was already starting. His red/blonde hair began to turn grey and thin out. His face was becoming ruddier and his nose becoming bulbous. He was obviously a man who had a lifetime of enjoying his booze.
He took another sip and his body began to grow as he became overweight then obese. Rolls of fat and saggy moobs appeared, leaving no trace of the slim youthful frame there moments ago.
He continued to drink, his face sagging with jowls while his neck disappeared into a double chin. By the end of the glass he was bald save for the collar of white hair that matched the rest of his body. Age spots covered his wrinkled hands, his skin grew pale and large bags dominated his eyes. He was an old man now and luckily he wouldn’t even remember his life before as new memories flooded his mind of moving to the area as a young man and making it his home for the past several decades.
His phone rang and he apologised for the interruption. “Sorry my good man, i wouldn’t normally interrupt a conversation but it looks like my doctor calling with some test results.”
“Of course, of course. At our age we can’t be too careful.”
He answered the call and I sat patiently, admiring my work. His clothes had grown with him but had become dull as if from many years of wear. His collar was still turned up in the style of those preppy youngsters though. I’m sure that won’t happen again once he realises it is unbecoming of men our age to make fools of ourselves trying to be trendy.
He finshed his call and returned to our converstation. “Apologies for that. Looks like my blood pressure and cholesterol are a little high. He gave me the talk about losing weight and cutting down on my drinking again, not like it worked the last ten times! I say, at our age its about enjoying ourselves and our well earned retirement. Well I best be off old chap, the early bird special is about to start down at the pub. We must do this again soon. It’s hard to believe we have both lived here so many years and not sat down for a proper conversation.” And with that he left to live his new life and bring peace back to mine.
Now I don’t hear a sound from next door but he has started coming over a couple times a week for another drink and a chat. We often talk about the problems of all these youngsters moving to the neighbourhood and how young people today should respect their elders more.
“If only we lived in a nice retirement community but I don’t see why we should have to move after all these years” he said one day. That gave me another idea.
All my life I wanted to be a success. I was from a poor family and worked hard all through my education so I could make something out of my life. Turns out no matter how hard you work you cant break through the glass ceiling. All the rich folks stick together and turn you away if you’re not from good stock. I went to bed every night wishing I could make it big, prove to them I was just as good as them despite my background.
One morning my wish came true. I woke up to find myself in a fancy penthouse apartment in a huge bed. I got out, taking more effort than I was expecting, to look out and see my beautiful view but instead I saw something horrible. Reflected in the window was a great fat lump of a man, bald and middle aged. A typical fat cat. I was hideous! I couldn’t even see anything of my bottom half over my huge stomach and my chin couldn’t touch my chest when I looked down, blocked by a large cushion of fat.
The phone rang to tell me my car would be arriving shortly to take me to work so I quickly got dressed into the huge blankets of fabric that were now my clothes. I took one last look at myself. I was the businessman I wanted to become; too bad the high flying lifestyle of having anything you want really takes its toll on the body.
I turned up to my office and had people waiting on my every word all day. I was officially a success; I was one of the big city guys with more money than I knew what to do with. I could have anything I wanted. But everyone around me was so selfish and obnoxious. I can’t believe I ever wanted to be a part of this. Now I go to bed every night wishing I could be normal again but wake up disappointed to see I’m still this fat, ugly man.
Ryan always dreamed of what the future might hold for him. What path would his life take? How will it affect him? What will he look like? As he lay outside in the sunshine and began to drift off to sleep while reading Great Expectations he began to lucidly dream about his own expectations. Living happily with his wife and family, working in the week and lazing on weekends in the garden.
As he continued to dream his thoughts became all the more realistic. His comfortable life probably won’t be possible until his middle age, after a couple of decades or so moving up the career ladder. By that time it will be harder for him to stay in shape, being at the desk all day, but all his manual work and DIY projects around the family home would stop him from getting too big.
If he was anything like his dad he would probably be bald by then and grey too. While Ryan’s body wasn’t hairy yet, he noticed that his dad’s shoulders and back had started to get hairier as he passed through his 40s and he was bound to follow suit. Not that Ryan minded, it was all part of getting older and you cant fight it. In fact he couldn’t wait till he could grow a beard and look manlier.
Ryan woke up and checked his watch, almost time for dinner. He got up out of the hammock groaning as he swung his hefty frame out. He made his way back into the house to put a shirt on.
Despite the setbacks of his age he was happy with his life. Not many men could boast being able to spend their weekends sunbathing with a book out in the back garden, with a devoted wife who brings her big teddy bear husband cold beers throughout the day. Yep, this is the life he had expected and he wouldn’t change it for the world.
Its been a real struggle getting used to my new self. I was always so athletic, I would go to the gym or go for a run every day and now I can’t. Now i’m in my 60s and everything’s going downhill for me. Im overweight, losing my hair and have aches and pains everywhere.
I should have never trusted that new health supplement. It promised to accelerate growth and enhance my progress, but the only thing it progressed was my age. At first I tried to stay active but it wore me out so much and I was worried about having a heart attack. The company compensated me substantially for the trauma and removed the product from the market. Fat lot of good that is to me though after already cutting 40 years off my lifespan!
My family were devasted and we have all had to adjust to the change. My siblings are so young we told them their older brother had emigrated to another country and have reintroduced the new me as my grandad’s brother. I mean I definitely look a lot like him and I can see how similar I am to my dad now that he’s starting to look the same as us as he grows bigger and greyer himself.
I guess it’s not so bad; the settlement allowed me to buy a nice house and I am wealthy in my retirement at least. My grandad has been great at helping me adjust to senior living and we have been bonding so much we really do feel like brothers now. He’s even been introducing me to his golfing buddies and brought me to a few poker games to help integrate me into my new social demographic and make some friends.
I have the family over most weekends for a bbq, to try and make all of this seem normal for everyone. I still try to have fun playing with my former siblings who now think im their great uncle John. I have trouble keeping up with them though with all their energy. I’m usually out of breath after a few minutes so I just sit down with my gramps and have a beer.
That’s one good thing about getting so out of shape, I don’t worry about everything I eat now. I’ve actually gained a little weight in fact now the fitness regime is over. I’ve been forced into retiring early and lost so much I might as well relax and enjoy myself for however many years I still have left.
My parents were sick of me never helping out around the house. One morning they told me if I didn’t start doing my chores there would be consequences. I thought it was an empty threat like all the others but I was wrong.
I woke up the next morning older than both my parents. I was really fat and my chest was covered in mostly grey hairs. I had grown a beard which made my face feel hot and itchy. The worst part was, despite all this new hair everywhere, i was losing it from my head! I had a giant forehead because of my receding hairline and I could feel a big patch of skin at the back.
“What did you do to me?!?” I screamed as I lumbered down the stairs, hitting the walls either side of me, unfamiliar with my new gut swaying me left and right.
“From now on every day that you don’t do your chores you’ll wake up the next day a grown man until you do them. As long as you don’t you can stay like that and go get a job to pay some rent, like a responsible adult.”
“how could you even do this to me? And why did you have to make me so old?”
“I saw some other parents online recommending a spell that helped with teaching your kids some responsibility and your father and I thought it neccessary to use it on you. You had to be made old enough that you would want to change back again.”
“We’ll admit we can’t say we’re pleased of what you’ve become.” My dad said, worryingly feeling around the back of his head and poking his softening middle. I looked about a decade older than my dad and he seemed fearful of his own middle age having seen his sons future up close and personal.
“I might have to put you on a diet so you learn how to eat right before you can let yourself go like that” my mother said.
This sucked. I was too stubborn to do my chores right away but after a couple days I got sick of having to lug all this extra weight around and not having the energy to do anything fun. My fingers were even too fat and my reactions too slow to be able to play video games.
I gave in. Now I do my chores when I get them but my parents have started giving me more to do so they don’t have to. I tried protesting but I ended up older again when I refused to mow the lawn. I don’t know what to do, it’s so unfair! Maybe I should just stay like it so I can get a job and move out, like the responsible adult they want. They’ll have to give up and turn me back eventually if they still want to keep their son, right?
My best friend’s parents were away so I was helping him look after the house. We were getting bored after a few days so I decided to liven it up. I found an aging potion online and pretended it was a beer to prank my friend. He had no problem taking it from me and gulping it down. He looked worried when I started laughing.
“What have you done bro? What was in that beer?”
“Wait and see. It should be happening soon.”
“What’s happening soon?!”
He was terrified. Maybe I had gone too far with this. He started panicing as his body started growing, his clothes tearing off around him, unable to contain the extra weight that was piling on. Within seconds he was sporting a big belly and man boobs, his whole body jiggling as he paced around the room trying to take in what was happening.
Hair started pushing out all over his body. He had a full beard on his face, a forest on his chest and even some fuzz making its way up his arms, over his shoulders and right down his back, disappearing into his briefs.
“Dude you’re a big fat fuzzball! You might want to lock down a girl quick while your still a stud, hopefully one open to waxing your back for you!”
“This isn’t cool you asshole! When will it stop?”
“Oh its not over yet. The real fun is about to begin”
I grinned as the aging really kicked in. His face was started to look weathered, crags appearing on his forhead, cheeks reddening, eyes becoming puffy. All the hair that appeared on his body turned white in an instand and the once thick mop on his head started to recede and thin, leaving him almost bald on top.
As bad as I felt seeing him so scared, I couldn’t help but laugh at the old man sat there in nothing but his underpants. It was a surprise the elastic survived – another few pounds and they would have given up.
“You think this is funny?!! Im an old man! What the hell did you do?” He bellowed in his new deep, raspy voice.
“It was an aging potion. I didn’t know you’d be so eager to drink the whole lot so fast and become so old. I mean it’s pretty funny. Look at you, your so gross! You’ve got a hairy back and saggy tits!”
“Well at least you’re finding it hilarious. Im trying to come to terms with my ugly old body. I look like my grandpa! How long is this gonna last?”
“Just a few hours until the potion leaves your body. Hey it might not be that long with your weak bladder gramps! Take this as an opportunity to see into the future, its like time travel!”
“Stop finding this funny! Why would I want to see myself like this? Its horrible. I was so hot, now look how I end up. What’s the point in anything if this is what I have waiting for me?! Just go home, I want to be left alone.”
“Dude im sorry. I thought it would be funny.”
“Well its not alright! Im old enough now to have grandkids, I think I can look after the house on my own. Just go.”
Poor guy, I didn’t think he would react so badly to a silly prank. I should have stopped him drinking the whole bottle. Then again it wasn’t long before he already got fat and hairy, so the problems started way before he got old.
I need to make it up to him somehow or he will never forgive me. Maybe I should get another potion and drink it myself?
Stuck as Santa 