Cubby Oso

This was me.  Before the curse.  My name was Tom.  I was hot, sexy, gingered...popular.  I loved High School.  So what if I picked on some people I shouldn't have.  That doesn't mean I deserved to become someone completely different, does it?  I guess I'll start at the beginning.

I was walking from first period to second period and the group I called the "Chubby Mexis" walked by.  God, they were all so fucking fat and gross.  I made fun of them almost every time I walked by them.  I pushed one down and my friend laughed.

The leader looked me straight in the eyes and with a weird look in his eye said, "Tú que nos toma el pelo todos los días se convertirá en un oso como nosotros por el final de la escuela."

"Fuck you too buddy. Learn to speak English," I said as I pushed him against the locker and punched him in the gut. I didn't care. The principal wasn't going to give me detention or suspend me. Football star.

Lunch was weird. I was way hungrier than I usually was. Must have been from that awesome as fuck practice this morning. I thought as I started grabbing all of the crappy burritos and terrible tacos that the cafeteria had. I ate the in a flash and just wanted more. I spent all of my lunch money for like two weeks.

My shirt seemed tight but I figured it was just from eating all that food and would work it off at practice after school. As I walked to 5th period from lunch, my jeans felt super tight. I walked into a bathroom and noticed that my jeans were skin tight and my shirt was riding up my stomach. I looked in the mirror and it looked like my hair was shorter and...darker?  

"Es no posible," I said looking in the mirror. "The fuck did I say that for?" I question as I decide to try and continue my day.

I was late for 5th period and my teacher barely recognized me for some reason.  I guess I looked a little swollen, I thought maybe I need to do a cleanse or something after eating those terrible burritos.  I sat down and heard a RIP.  My jeans finally couldn't take it.  But that wasn't what my classmates were laughing at.  They were laughing at the giant fart that covered up that sound.

Some how, I made it through the rest of 5th and 6th period unscathed.  I held my gas in and kept pulling my shirt down.  I ran down the hall as soon as the bell rang and walked into one of the less used restrooms.

What I say in the mirror horrified me.  My red hair was gone and in its place was short, black hair.  My face was round and my skin was all more tan.  My shirt was torn on the sides and my gut was huge.  I had man boobs sitting on top.  My legs were thick and my hands were pudgy.

"Estoy muy gordo!" I shout out loud in Spanish.  Why Spanish?! I start freaking out as it gets easier to think in Spanish.

Just then the Chubby Mexi's ringleader walks in.  He smiled at me and grabbed my belly.

"I like it.  Welcome to the Cubby Oso's gordito."

From that moment on I was no longer Tom.  I was Josue.  And the other Cubby Oso's became my boyfriends and my gang at school.  I really miss football and being me.  But damn, I love a hot verga.  I mean no, I love pussy...my oso pussy.  Ugh, I hate what they've made me.

The Camping Stone

My friend, Mark, and I had been planning to go on this huge communal camping trip.  It happened once a year and was supposed to always be a really pleasurable experience.  You were not allowed to be with any of your friends and there were no real "rules".  You could be nude, have orgies, do drugs, whatever the fuck you wanted.  Then, you come back on the last day and explain to your friends what exactly you did and share in your different experiences.

Mark and I were not the most fit guys, he was a cute but large red-head and I was a larger and taller brunette.  He had been put in a group with all these jocks and I got stuck with your typical other gay bears.

After the terrible and uneventful two nights we went back to the communal area.  I looked and looked for Mark but never saw him.  A cute guy with black hair, a sexy dimple in his chin and a to-die-for-body walked up to me and hit my arm and gave me a thumbs up.

"What the fuck man?! Who are you?" I said confused and a little turned on.

"Damn man, it really is anything goes," the man said.  He sounded kind of familiar.  I noticed something about the group this guy had come with.  It was the group Mark had gone camping with.  I noticed they all looked the same but a little different.  Some were a little beefier, one looked like he wasn't supposed to have red hair (red hair but a dark skin tone), one had a thick beard but I don't think he did before.  I looked back at the guy and noticed he sort of looked a teeny bit like Mark.

"They took things away from me by fucking me on this rock.  One wanted to be a red-head so now I have his black hair.  Some wanted me to be fit so they took just a little fat.  I even got this cool tattoo. Unfortunately, one of them wanted a bigger cock, but now I have this sexy ass and bod to get fucked in. Well, how was your weekend?"

Russian Shirt

"Come on out stud!" yelled my boyfriend as I slipped the weird shirt he bought me on.  He said he bought it from a Russian gypsy.  It's supposed to make you into some kind of sexy Russian or some non-sense.

As I slipped it on, I felt a massive heat coming from my chest.  It started to practically inflate into a shelf of pecs.  It spread out to my arms as my biceps turned into two softballs.  My arms got a darker coating of hair and inflated some.  I could feel my abs tensing as they become some nice abs.  My legs got super thick and I had some hot thighs.  My hair turned black as I grew a nice and thick beard on my face.  

My face rounded out some as it became that of a cute Russian mans.  I walked into the bedroom and flexed for my boyfriend.  He gave me a cocky smirk and said, "Can't wait to see what's under those briefs, Comrade."

Urso-Beer?

The frat party had been crazy.  There was this beer.  I don't even remember what it was called.  Urso-brew or something like that.  It tasted awesome.  The frat guys wouldn't drink it though.  There was a whole keg of it.  But me and some of the other nerds were allowed to drink as much as we wanted for free.

I thought that my friend looked bigger and had a beard at the end of the night but he couldn't grow one to save his life.  He kept telling me that I was bald.  Even though I never did anything with it, I did have a nice full head of hair.  And my shirt kept riding up my torso for some reason.  I always have worn a small.

Man, I'm hung over.  That beer made me feel so bloated.  I guess I should get up and take a piss.  But, my body is sore everywhere.  Like, it's been stretched.  Oh well, I'll just roll over and go back to sleep.

I know it's been awhile.  I apologize for that.  Had some really tough stuff going on in my personal life.  But, now being single.  I will have all the freedom I want to write more caps.  So, I will be trying to write at least once a week if not more!

The Rubdown

My two friends had always told me that I would be so hot if I just worked out more.  I was always single but I went on a ton of dates.  I hated dating.  It was so hard.  Getting to know someone, starting to get physical after that.  The physical part was my problem.  I was a skinny twink and not really fit enough to thrust as a top or to keep my legs up as a bottom.  My friends had been a couple for a while and always told me to just work out.  My nice face would look good on some muscles.

One weekend they invited me to go camping with them.  I was bored so I agreed. We got there late at night and went right to bed.  They woke me up at the buttcrack of dawn for something they said was life changing.

They got out this massage oil and said to keep still.  They pulled my boxers down.  I covered up my cock (my one other great feature besides my face).  They both giggled and told me not to worry about it.  I would have other things to worry about soon.

I watched as they took the oil and started rubbing it all over me.  They started on my legs and ass and I gasped as they swelled up to huge, giant, ripped modelesque tree trunks.  They grew a light dusting of hair.  I flexed them and rubbed them with my hands to make sure they were real.  They continued up my body as my upper swelled to match.  They giggled and smiled as they kept telling me how right they were.

All I could think of was who would I fuck first.

You Suck, Fat Old Man

My grandpa was the worst guy ever.  He was fat and lazy.  He was so fat because he always worked a desk job and never played any sports or worked out or anything.  When I was little we never played together; he just ate, drank and watched TV.  I was so fed up with him one day I told him that he really was just the worst person alive.

He said something I would never have expected, "I've been waiting forever for you to say something like that you punk!".  Suddenly, I felt really weird.  My tight stomach started to get really round and sag.  I felt a scratching on my face and reached up to feel a thick, nasty full beard growin' in.  I ran into the bathroom to see that it was a nasty whitish-blonde color.  My arm tattoo tingled as it got a little smaller.  My arms flabbed up and I could feel my fattening ass tear a hole in the back of my jeans.

I looked back in the mirror and saw my young face sag and wrinkle.  I realized who it was in the mirror now.  My Grandpa.  That fat old man.  I hear a familiar laugh.  My young, buff and tight body walked into the bathroom and slapped my new big ol' belly.  I felt it jiggle and he laughed again.

"Hahahaha now who's the worst person alive bitch," he said jovially as he flexed his new buff arms.  Looking at my changed body made my new little cock get hard.  I couldn't help but stroke it as best as I could.  My huge gut actually rubbed against it.  I ended up jacking off just by pushing my gut over my cock.  When I felt my new little cock cum all over the underside of my gut, my new Grandson walked in with a cocky smirk.

"Well, that seals the deal.  You're me now fucker."  Just like that I realized that I deserved it.  But I really had an urge to just sit down with a beer and watch some Wheel of Fortune.