Karma's A Twink

Mark was the biggest womanizer around. A total juice head, he only cared about hitting the gym, fucking hot women and then never calling them again. On dating apps, he'd call women fat, ugly and desperate. His instagram account was a vain advertisement for his ripped and muscular body.

One night, Mark was up to his usual antics of leaving his list of Tinder hook-ups on read when he received a new message from KARMA_01.

Checking her profile pic, Mark saw a busty blonde whose face was cut off from her display picture. "Sup Mama?" Mark messaged her, naturally receiving an immediate response. "NTM, you?" She asked. "Just chilling in bed." Mark replied before sending a photo of his raised grey sweater, showing off his toned abs and v-lines. "You look like a big boy." KARMA_01 posted, causing Mark to get a little hard from the flattery. "You have no idea." Mark posted before sending his prepared underwear bulge pic, which he'd sent 100 times before.

"It looks like mine." KARMA_01 replied, posting a pic of her dick. Mark was immediately shocked and pissed, leading him to respond with a flurry of homophobic responses. "But I thought you were gay. After all you're so vain." KARMA_01 responded innocently when Mark noticed his phone was glitching.

The Dean's Deal

My name is Reece. I got into Indiana U on a sports scholarship and decided to study to become a nutritionist. Unfortunately, books are not my strong suit and I found myself working out for at least four hours a day instead of studying for exams.

After skipping one too many classes to hit the gym, I received a notice from the school that if my attendance and grades didn't improve my scholarship would be in jeopardy. This freaked me out and I immediately asked to meet with the dean of admissions.

After a lengthy gym session I walked to the admissions office where I was greeted by the dean's assistant. She had me take a seat and wait until the dean was ready to see me. I watched as she privately scanned my body and bit her lip. Wearing my Indiana Hoosiers shirt, my muscles were rippling from my work out. I bet she was fantasizing about ridding my cock all night. The thought was enough to make my dick get hard in my maroon shorts.

I decided to give her a little show as I caressed and massage my muscles with some icy hot to sooth them. Pulling my shirt from side to side, my nipples and pecs were exposed momentarily. I could see her stealing private glances and it made me even harder.

Skinny Dipping Disaster

Eddie was the daredevil of his college group. Obnoxious, outgoing and rowdy, you could hear him from a while away. One day at the beach, Eddie and his friends were joking around when one of his friends tried to pants him.


"Woah!" Eddie exclaimed with a big smile "You wanna see my dick that bad?"

Eddie's friends all laughed at him as he played with the waistband of his swim shorts. "If you want to see it so bad all you had to do was ask." Eddie exclaimed stripping out of his swimsuit and running down to the water, his ass jiggling in the breeze for all to see.

Running into the chilly lake, Eddie cupped his dick as it hardened from the cold but also from being turned on. Eddie turned around to laugh to his friends just in time to see them grab his clothing and take off down the beach. Running after them, Eddie stopped after noticing several disapproving families scowling at him by the edge of the water.

Eddie retreated back to the water unsure of what to do. Time seemed to stand still as half an hour past. Wading through the water further down the beach, a black mass caught Eddie's eye. Swimming closer to the object, Eddie discovered it was a large black speedo.

Hostile Takeover

HE told me my body was longer mine.  That I had to be and become whatever HE wanted.  I didn’t agree to that. HE told me I had no choice.  That HE was in charge. And if I didn’t like it, then HE would teach me to.  That HE would punish me until I did.

I learned that lesson quickly.

I went with some friends to a bar.  Gay, of course. HE had told me to meet him at a coffee shop.  I got a text from him that said, “You should have obeyed”. I instantly felt a pain in my stomach like someone had stabbed me.  I left my friends and went straight for the bathroom feeling like I was going to throw up. My clothes felt tight and so I threw them off of me.  This small bar had a single male bathroom and so luckily I was alone. When I looked in the mirror I was shocked at what I saw happening.

Moving Back

Hey everyone.  I hope that you found me from Tumblr if you've never visited me here.  I will move over the things that I posted on Tumblr to here.

Serum

He always loved us fucking to black porn.  It was what got him going.  But I was a ginger and he was of Eastern European descent so we were as far from that as possible.

He came home one night and said he had a surprise for us.  A serum that would make us have the best sex of our lives.  I was down to try it and after I drank it I started to notice why.  My skin started to tan for the first time in my life as I grew taller and taller.  My muscles tore my shirt off and my athletic pants started to get tight around my ass and thighs.  My chest and arms exploded with muscle.  I grew a black beard and my hair shortened and turned black as well.  He came up behind me and in his new deep baritone voice said, "who needs porn now?"  I still wasn't sure that this is what I wanted.  But Connor loved what the serum did to us.  

Big Dick's Cock Emporium

(I know long time no post, but I missed it so I'm back haha)

I had been hired by a company called Big Dick's and I thought it was a guys name.  Little did I know that it was a company for augmenting guy's cocks using other guys as the material.  This bear paid for me to be his cock and to make it larger.

They brought both of us into a room and after I signed the contract, they injected me with a strange substance.  It made me instantly get hard and my asshole became extremely loose.  This guy pulled out his little cock and rubbed it until it got hard.  He then proceeded to fuck me.  I was shocked at how good it felt.  I wasn't gay but I could see why gay guys liked this. But something felt...off.  The more he fucked me the less he was pulling out.  And then, I felt a pulling sensation on my skin.

It started to get weird.  My legs went numb and I couldn't move them.  My skin on them started getting wrinkly and grew curly hairs on them.  I could feel something round moving in them.  I started to cough up a salty, sweet gooey liquid which collected on my chin and started to run down my chest.  My back started to arch to the side and my head started looking straight up.  I felt a weird skin growing under my neck.  It started to cover my face as it got harder to see.  It's like some pink sheets were pulled over my face as my mouth felt like it had moved sideways.

The man had been rubbing me the whole time but suddenly it felt like he was just grasping me.  Then, I realized.  He was turning me into his cock.  I heard the guy at the company telling him he needed to stop.  I wasn't allowed to ejaculate.  But he kept stroking me faster.  I felt shivers all over my new cock body as I felt myself tense up and a gooey liquid shot out of my new piss slit.

After that, it got hard to think about anything but piss, cum and pre-cum.  I actually like being a cock.  The process doesn't erase you completely.  I can still feel and think but no one can talk to me or hear me.  My host got me a Prince Albert which hurt at first but now feels amazing.  For some reason, I love being a cock.  Join me!

New Year, New Bod

(A short one for New Year's.  I wish that I had this curse put on me haha. Happy New Year's Everybody!)

Every year it's the same thing.  New Year's Eve I have to stay in.  The change is sometime painful, sometime pleasurable; usually, both.

See, three years ago, at a New Year's Carnival, a gypsy woman cursed me to experience a new life every year.  She told me I would never die but that I would enjoy many different lives and styles and live in many different places.  The first time it happened I was terrified.  But shortly after the transformation was over, I knew everything about my new life and went on like nothing had happened.  I always change wherever my last body was.  But then I'm magically transported to where the new one should be. 

This was me yesterday.  Jeff Cartright.  I was a father of three who worked at the top of a huge corporation.  I was vacationing with them at out river house.  The change usually starts around 10 pm.  I wasn't very happy with this body.  It was really out of shape, the kids tired me out after work, my wife spent way too much money.  Everything was so stressful.

I knew it was 10 when I felt the starting tingles.  I went into the house under the guise of taking a shit.  I first noticed the tingles on my head.  Hoping that I was growing hair back, I stared in the mirror.  I watched as dark brown hair grew in.  Oh, it felt so good.  My belly started to disappear and was replaced with a still hairy but super hot set of abs.  I was starting to get excited.

My arms toned up and my chest did too.  The hair became straighter and less kinky.  My face started to look younger.  More square and less round.  I felt it and it felt strong.

It was 11.  I was halfway through my change.  My legs toned up and my thighs became gorgeous.  I turned and saw my flabby ass become something crafted by the Gods.

"Oh man, guys are gonna line up to fuck this?"  I said out loud in a youthful baritone.  I guess this guy is gay.  Not a problem.

As the clock struck midnight, I was too busy jacking off in this body to realize that my cock was no longer buried in fat.  Had a nice 9 incher, thick as a coke can.  I looked up and realized I was dancing in a bar.  Men were watching me jack off and throwing twenties and hundreds at me.  I was now, Ben Locke, a dancer at one of the few bars in the US that lets their dancers show off everything and do anything.  Damn, I was gonna get so laid tonight!

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.

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Jiggly

Mark and I had paid for this service and was really hoping that it wasn't a hoax.  They told us to undress and to get in the shower an just enjoy it.  There were all these packages listed on the ad: jock, biker, bear, daddy, twink.  We asked what we were getting and they just pushed us in the water.

I felt my body growing and aching.  I looked over at Mark and saw his hair falling out of his head.  But he was getting tall and buff.  Too bad his cock had gotten so thin and small.

I looked down at myself and saw my skin had a slightly tanner tone and was getting rather buff itself.  I felt strange pin pricks as I got tattoos on my arms and I guess my ass.

"Well look at dat ass!"  I heard a strange voice say.  It was the new Mark.  He slapped it and I put my hands back to jiggle it.  It was so big and bubbly.  Perfect for fucking I thought as Mark started stroking his new thin cock!

Tired of Looking So Young Pt. 3

Joe was so excited at what he had made.  He had turned Tom into a hot, beefy 41 year old.  But he wanted someone his age.  He was so horny and really didn't want to wait any longer.  He logged back on to Body-package.com and opened Tom's profile.  He made his final changes and clicked save.  This was only the beginning for Tom.

Tom was staring in the mirror.  Confused, scared, nervous.  So many emotions going through his head since he didn't know what was going on.  He felt the tingle again.

"No, no, no," Tom squeals as he feels the tingle start to spread to his belly.  He grabs some clothes from his closet that don't really fit.  He has a strange yearning to start walking.  He leaves his house and starts to walk down the street.  

As he walks he starts to feel a tightness in his gut.  Looking down he notices his shirt is getting tighter and tighter.  Tom walks faster and faster as things start to look kind of familiar to him for some reason.  He turns on a street and walks up to a random house and rings the doorbell.

An older man is standing naked with his leg on a chair.  He has a military haircut and is completely naked.

                                     

"I've been waiting for you, Mike," the man said to Tom as he opened he door.

"Who are you?" Tom asked confused.

"I'm the one who has been changing you.  And has it ever been fun.  You're going to be perfect in about 5 minutes," Joe says licking his lips already noticing some of the changes.

Tom's shirt was about to burst open with his now huge ball belly. He felt a strange itch on his face as he feels a thick long beard growing in.  Body hair starts to grow all over his thickening and aging body.

"What do you mean?!" Tom cries as he starts to get dizzy.

"You picked my package on Body-package.  That means that I get to change you however I want.  I thought I wanted a young jock, but I realized that I would rather have a guy my age.  I am tired of dating.  And you'll be perfect," Joe explains watching Tom, er more Mike's body finish changing.

Mike looks around confused.  His thoughts are a haze as he looks down at his huge belly.  It seems, familiar, but he was a 28 year old just a few days ago.  But that's not right, he met his husband Joe when he was 28.  Husband?  Tom wasn't married.  But, I'm not Tom...I'm Mike?  An accountant.  Desk job always meant I had a gut.  Joe loves my gut.  Especially while he's fucking me on my back...but this guy has never fucked me, has he?

Mike looks at Joe.  "Joe bear?" Mike asks as the new mind starts to take over.

"Sure am Mikey boy, now suck this Daddy cock," Joe grins knowing that what he has created is his perfect bottom husband bear who definitely doesn't look like he's 18.

Cursed by Mistake

Chase was the star Quarterback at his high school.  He was the most popular frat dude in college.  As a bro, he always had a million friends and got along with pretty much everyone he met.  

College was a blast for him so he decided to do a Master's when he graduated.  Why go to real life when you can stay in college?  He still lived with his frat bros and didn't care that he was older than them.

On his 28th birthday, they went out to the nearby lake to celebrate, drink some beers, pass the old pigskin and just have fun.  There was a Mexican family there next to them.  All the family.  Aunts, uncles, grandparents, children.  One of the youngest brothers passed Chase the ball when he wasn't looking.  It hit the Grandma (the oldest looking one) right in the head.  She nearly fell over.  The family members helped her up.  She started screaming.  They looked worried and started to bring her over towards the guys.

She started going towards Chase who she thought had hit her and started yelling some strange words at him.  Chase used his charm to calm her down.  The family left and they continued their party.

Chase went home to his small house that evening and started to feel really strange.  He wondered what that woman had said to his friend.  He remembered pieces of it and decided to investigate.  But Spanish wasn't is first language so he only got a few translated before he felt exhausted.  Chase decided to go to bed and work on it in the morning.

Waking up he had a little headache.  He stood up and walked over to the bathroom.  He splashed some water in his face to see if it would help.  He looked in the mirror and noticed that his chest was completely smooth.

"Well that's weird.  I never shave it all off," he says rubbing it.  He notices that it felt kind of good.  He pinched his nipple as it gets hard.

"So sensitive," he started to stroke his cock as he moaned.  He blinked for a second and stopped.

"Women like to play with their nipples.  And I am definitely not one of those," Chase said as he left the restroom not really caring.

Later in the day the bros are sitting around and decide to play some beer pong.  Chase usually could drink a few cups and be fine, but today he was having problems throwing the ball and had to drink a few times.  He got drunk really fast.

"Fuck bro you wasted already?" one of his brothers asked and he realized he was.  Chase felt like his stomach was moving closer to his throat as he runs to the bathroom.  After throwing up, he looked in the mirror and noticed the sink was a lot closer to his face then he usually was.  Looking closer in the mirror, he noticed his hair was much darker.

Thinking it was just the booze, he continues his game of beer pong sitting it out since he was already wasted.  He starts really flirting with a lot of the bros and they start to act funny around him.  Chase decides to go to bed drunk since he started feeling way too sick.

The next morning, Chase had quite the headache.  And as usual, morning wood.  He started rubbing his cock but noticed it felt...smaller?  He put his hand in his pants and felt a smaller cock but something else as well, a FORESKIN!  Chase quickly pulled his baggy underwear off and looked to see a small, brown uncut cock.

"That's not my cock!" he shouted.  He noticed his voice was quite a bit higher and had a weird accent.  He looked around and noticed he isn't in his frat house anymore.  He was in a small room with Hispanic shirtless dudes on his walls.

Running to the bathroom (which he was kind of surprised he knew where it was) he looked and saw a thin, Mexican boy looking back at him.  

That old woman...what did she say to me?  Suddenly, Chase knew.  It was an old Mexican curse. Looking back in the mirror he knew.

"She changed me into one of her grandchildren to teach me better.  But I didn't throw that ball," Chase said.  Suddenly, the door opens and there is another young Mexican boy.

"Hey sexy," he grabbed Chase and kissed him.  Chase started to push away.  I'm not gay, I'm not gay...mmmmm.  New memories flooded Chase's mind.  His name was Carlos.  17 years old and totally gay.  Raised by his Abuela who let him be whoever he was meant to be.  And someone who had more respect for his elders.

Tired of Looking So Young Pt. 2

Tim had a great first week in his new life.  Started dating this super hot guy, great job and the gym was so much fun.  It was amazing being 32.  He wouldn't change a thing...

Late one night, a regular of Body package.com, Joe, found a new public profile.  Tom.  He had chosen Jock.  The system made him four years older and changed some of his body type. 

Now, Joe was an interesting fella.  He was into tf but totally in the closet about it.  Never told any of his boyfriends.  He was a 52 year old military higher up.  No one would ever guess.  But he loved Body-package.com.  He got to find public profiles and watch as their boy changed.  The picture was a still profile pic but it always changed in live time.

He figured he would have some fun with "Tom".  He completed his changes and decided the changes should take place with a trigger.  The trigger for every change would be something he couldn't control.  A sneeze, a burp, an erection, a fart anything that just happened would progress his change.

Tom was drinking his once a day soda.  He had to pull back now that he had a hot ass bod to keep up with.  After a particularly large gulp, he let out a decent sized burp.  He felt a shift in his body and a weird tingle.  He decided just to ignore it.

He went about his day quite literally with no hiccups.  Before leaving work, Tom decided to use the restroom.  He stopped at the mirror to check out his gorgeous face.  He noticed that it was a little rounder than it was before.  

"Maybe it's just the mirror," he said as he went to the urinal.  He whipped out his substantial cock and started to piss.  He felt the pressure and let out a few small farts (as men tend to do).  He felt the same strange tingle that he had felt earlier.  Tom shook off his cock and went to wash his hands.

Looking in the mirror again he noticed that he had some five o'clock shadow but it was just above his lip.  He noticed that his shirt was a tad tighter than it was earlier.  He chocked it up to having a big lunch and headed to the bus stop from work.

Joe logged back onto Body-package.com and looked up his playthings profile.  Tom was well on his way.  Light mustache, slight belly, rounding face.  Joe couldn't wait.  He was horny and pulled his short, fat daddy cock out and started stroking it to the changed man.  Joe wanted more.  He increased Tom's sex drive and made him gassy.

"Now let's see what happens next," Joe smirked as he waited to see.

The bus was pretty bumpy today.  Tom felt some stomach pain and was starting to feel really bloated.  He decided since the bus was noisy and there were so many people maybe he could fart without being noticed and it would help.  He let out a loud fart.  People looked right at him.

"Sorry, stomach problems," he apologized realizing that wasn't the best course of action.  His shirt got even tighter, to the point that it started riding up his belly.  Tom noticed and tried to pull it down.  The shirt seemed like it was made for a different person.  The sleeves were tight, his belly was sticking out, his chest was pulling it taught.  He was starting to freak out.  Luckily, he got off the bus at the next stop.

As the bus pulled up to his stop, he looked outside and saw the hot football player from down the street.  Instantly, Tom got a boner and started stroking through his pants.  His shirt finally had enough, it tore across the back.  Snapping back to reality, he got his briefcase and practically ran off the bus.  He ran up to his apartment and looked in the mirror.

Tom's hair was the first thing he noticed.  His beautiful dark brown hair was receding.  Quite a bit, too.  The five o'clock shadow was a decent 'stache.  The shirt had ripped in half because his back was huge.  He pulled the tattered fabric remains off of himself and noticed that his chest was saggier, his gut was huge and his nipples were more than twice the size they were.

Joe was watching and constantly refreshing the profile.  This kid was changing so fast.  Joe loved this website more than anything.  It was the only thing that made him happy.  He knew what would happen soon though.  This kid was going to make him happy, too.

Tom felt a huge gut pain and bent over letting out a huge, loud, long fart.  He instantly felt better and looked back in the mirror.  Nothing.

"Thanks God," he said in a gravely, mature voice.  Unfortunately, he felt the tingle again.  Staring in the mirror, he watched his body hair grow thicker.  His head got real itchy.  As he scratched it, his hair started to fall out.

"No, no, no!  My FUCKING hair!!!!"  He screamed.  He slowly and nervously stared back in the mirror again.  His hair all gone.  His face look weathered and old.  He had gained a double chin.  His gut had grown even more.  His cock was buried in a layer of fat.  

"I'm...old.  Why?  This isn't what I signed up for on that site."  Tom was confused.  He was still named Tom for now...