Not sure what happened

I'm still not sure exactly what happened. Last night I went to sleep a 21 year old twink, this morning I woke up as a 45 year old bear. It seems like my whole life has changed because while I'm in the same house,  my boyfriend seems to believe this is normal, he even called me 'Daddy', which kinda turned me on if I am being honest. I checked through my phone and discovered that every photo I had of myself had changed to who I am now. Even the ID in my wallet had changed, everything but my name has changed. I've only been awake a few hours but my boyfriend has already gotten me to fuck him twice. It's a bit of a change from being the bottom, I can't see why he always complained about being the top. I loved dominating him.

I actually love my larger body as well, I always felt slightly self-conscious about by body, always thinking I needed to diet to keep my slim figure. But this body of mine is absolutely hot, I've spent some time flexing my new muscles in the mirror, played with my new belly, and fully made use of my huge cock. I think the hair also suits me, I could never grow any hair at all that wasn't on my head, now thats to only place that it seems I don't have hair. I'm sure i'll get use to it, but for now i'll stick with wearing hats. I'm not sure how this happened, but I think I actually like it.

 

Making my Brothers Christmas

Growing up in the foster care system with two younger siblings was tough. I had to fight hard to keep us all together, because they would always try to break us up. I was 13 now, while my two younger brothers were 8 and 5. I was always there to look after them ever since our mother abandoned us after our father walked out a few years ago. 

Christmas was especially tough time for us, we were always beefing moved about to different homes, so we never really had time to settle in anywhere, so nowhere ever felt like ‘home’ enough to even celebrate the holidays. 

I arrived back to our latest foster home on Christmas Eve to find a small neatly wrapped present on the bed of the small room I shared with both of my brothers. Looking at the tag it was for me, but it didn’t say who it was from. With a frown I unwrapped it to find a Santas hats complete with small antlers. 

I gave a small laugh, guess I could wear it ready for when my brother came up to goto bed, I though as I put it on my head, and immediately noticed a tingling sensation. Reaching up I tried to take the hat off, but it seemed to be stuck and the tingling began to get stronger. Panicking I began to tug harder, but it was useless, the hat wasn’t even budging.

The sensation spread all over my body, as I began to feel a weird stretching feeling. Was the floor getting further away? No, I was actually growing taller, this couldn’t be happening. I began to squirm as I grew taller, my t-shirt was now only covering half of my torso, but was it always this tight on me? I looked down in awe and saw that not only was I growing taller but my muscles were also slowly inflating. In just a few moments by t-shirt was now skin tight and must have looked ridiculous on me. My jeans were pretty much in the same state, now looking more like super tight skinny jeans that were six or so inches to short, coming half way up my now huge calfs.

The sound of tearing took me out of the trance I was in as my clothes ripped apart exposing my now much larger, and apparently hairy body. I held my hand over my mouth only to be even more shocked as my face was now sporting a full beard. Now standing in the room in just my almost skin tight underwear, I moved slightly and they too felt apart and my now enormous manhood fell out, god it was absolutely massive, it too had grown just as much as my body had.

The room around me began to shift and change, the clothes that were lying in shreds around me began to disappear, while new underwear began to form around me, supporting nicely my new manhood. New memories began to enter my head, my brothers were now my two sons and I was a single dad. 

I smiled as I looked over my new body and flexed my now large biceps, I think this was the answer to my wishes, I could finally give my brothers the Christmas they deserved, now I can’t wait to be the best father I can to them. 

His Type

Man, I wasn’t expecting this when I wished that my sister was actually my brother. I was just hoping that it would make her more interested in the geeky things I was into, rather than makeup and reality tv shows. But I guess having an older brother actually had more of an effect on me than I though it would as I had changed as well as her.

Gone was my geeky and scrawny former self, now I was a cocky and confident guy, covered in tattoos. It was obviously I now spent a good part of my time in the gym. I wasn’t complaining, in fact I actually liked the change and was already starting to forget that I my brother was actually my sister, he always had and always will be my bro, we’re as close as two people could be, hell my memories are telling me we even sleep with the same girls, and occasional willing guy, I think things had worked out for the better.