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. 

Changing Boyfriend

 

“Are you changing me again!?” my boyfriend said looking at me suspiciously. “Of course not!” I said, with a small smile as I looked over my boyfriends body taking in his large pecs, just moments ago they were almost no existent. My boyfriend frown and scratched his face, not even noticing a beard quickly growing on my face. 

“Are you sure, I could have sworn I felt the tingling again” he said raising an eyebrow as he looked at me, he shrugged his shoulders as they slowly became wider, all the while his face was beginning to show sings of the age I was giving to him, he no longer looked like the young 18 year old he was moments before. As his hairline began to quickly receded, I could have fixed it, letting him retain his full head of hair, but I didn’t see the fun in that. Concentrating slight I noticed within seconds that his hair was retracting inside of his body until he was bald, the contrast between his no bald head and beard was actually quite good.

In place of the hair on his head, and to compliment the new beard he was now rocking I decided to let some chest hair grow in. Not to much though, I didn’t want him to be too hairy after all. I had learned my lesson when I had turned him into a proper hairy gay bear several weeks ago. It was something that I had been doing for the last few years, about once a month I would transform him completely, for the last month he was a skinny 18 year old Twink, the month before he was and 75 year old sugar daddy.

He knew that I had this power to change him, but I always kept him unaware for at least the first week or so, just so that I can have some fun and let the new bodies personality take over for a bit. Last month he was completely submissive, allowing me to have most of the control, but with this new body I have given him, I have also passed all of that control to him and his new dominant personality,

Who knows how long I’ll keep him like this, but one things for sure, we are going to have some fun tonight.

Back From Camp

Stephen couldn’t believe his eyes when his son came back home from camp. His son had completely changed, gone was his skinny and geeky son and in his place was a muscular and confident man, complete with a cocky attitude. 

Stephen was confused how this could have happened and when he questioned his son, he just laughed. “Didn’t do much research on the camp, did you Dad?” he son laughed and gave a cocky smirk, “it wasn’t just a regular camp, it was an Alpha Camp, they took my scrawny ass and moulded me in to the man you see in front of you” he said flexing his large biceps, now adorned with patriotic tattoos. “I was taught how to be a proper man and how to treat beta males like you” he glared, throwing his bag at his father, “I expect my clothes cleaned by the time I get back, I'm off to get some pussy”.

Stephen stood there open mouthed, “but you’re gay!” he stammered out. He son just laughed and looked back at his dad with a smirk, “A lot has changed now Dad, but a hole is a hole” he laughed, grabbing the large bulge in the front of his pants before slamming the door on his way out.

Stephen stood stunned for a few moments before unzipping the bag his son had thrown at him and found it stuffed with sweat stained clothes, a waft of musk emanating from the bag. He picked up a jockstrap resting on top of all the other clothes before burying his face in it an inhaling his sons musk, there was a new man of the house and it wasn’t him.

 

Weight Loss

 

I still can’t believe that I can actually see my toes, I haven’t been able to see them for nearly 50 years. When my son told me about an experimental weigh loss program I was reluctant, I had become quite content in being obese, but when I told me he wanted me to live longer to spend more time my my grandchildren I agreed. 

The weight loss program was actually quite easy, just take a few pills once a day for a week. The weight seemed to be falling off of me, and my the end of the second day I was skinny as a twig. I was a bit worried I would be nothing but skin and bones, but over the next two days, muscles began to pack itself into my body, I actually had a six pack forming. Once my muscles gains began to settle I though it was all done, but then I noticed something even more unexpected.

I woke up on the six day and found that my face was almost devoid of any wrinkles, I looked so much younger. I kept looking in the mirror throughout the day and found myself getting younger and younger and at the end of the day, I looked almost as young as my eldest grandson. 

My son couldn’t believe that I was actually is father when he came over, after all I now looked young enough to be his son, it took some convincing but he finally accepted that I was him, after a phone conversation with the people at the weight loss program, apparently this was a side effected reported my several other participants. 

My son wanted me to use the opportunity to get closer with my grandchildren and that is exactly what I did, I joined the same gym and my eldest grandson, and the two of us quickly bonded and became quite close, the two of us helping each other with our work outs. He even helped me chose some tattoos that now adorn my biceps. 

I’ve never felt this great in all of my life.

Changing Your Tribe

 

Mike was laying in bed one evening, scrolling through some dating app. God everyone around him was a Twink, just like he was. Why was he even on this app? He was a virgin and wouldn’t have any idea what to even do if anyone even messaged him.

He looked down at his skinny, hairless  body and sighed, no matter how hard he tried he could never put on any weight, and his family weren't exactly known for the hairiness. Looking back at his phone he noticed a notification.

Seems like you’re in an area predominantly made up of people identifying as ‘twink’. Would you like to help us make this area more diverse?

Mike frowned, it seemed like a weird notification, but it couldn’t hurt, and maybe it would allow him to see some more guys. Pressing accept he was expecting the app to do something but noting happened. 

He absentmindedly scratched his large, muscular, hairy chest as he continued scrolling through the large amount of winks at his disposal. He’d almost made his way though all of them, some of them a dozen times. It helped that he was the only non-twink for miles. He snapped a picture of himself, showing of his thick beard and updated his profile picture, within moments his inbox was full of thirsty twinks looking for some fun.

Witness Protection - Family Holiday

 

It had been a year now since my family and I entered the Witness Protection Program and had new identities and bodies assigned to us, and this was the first holiday we have had together as a family, or ‘bros’ as the government agents tell us to refer to each other. Let’s just say its weird having your mom and dad suddenly be two guys your own age. 

Thats me on the left, luckily not much has changed about me, I'm still a guy, still 18, the only real change was my looks and the full arm tattoo that now adorns my right arm. I do have a bit more confidence in this body, I would normally never be caught dead with my shirt off.

My father is in the middle, he used to be this big hairy overweight middle-aged man and now he's 18 again and the smallest of us all. He has been trying to go to the gym as often as he can, but his new bodies metabolism is apparently sky high and he can seem to put on any weight.

My mother is on the right, she seems to have gotten use to the fact that she is now a guy, in fact she's become quite the ladies man, every night so far on this holiday she's taken some girl back to the hotel room with her, one night see even invited my dad and I to join them, I refused but my dad gladly accepted. Lets just day I stayed out late that night and came home to the girl having gone and the two of them wrapped around each other in bed, it must be hard for the two of them.

I know this wasn’t a very usual family holiday, but hey, a holiday with my bros is all I really need.

Werewolf

 

Its been a year now since I was bitten by a werewolf while camping with my friends in the woods close to my town. Besides my monthly transformation, there has been some changes to me in everyday life. Before I was bitten I was a scrawny high school senior, now look at me. Yeah, I said that right, I'm 19.

Within a week of the bite I noticed I couldn’t fit in any of my, formerly loose, t-shirts, they were pretty much skin tight on me, I even burst out of a few of them. I was constantly full of energy and found myself working out when every I could, this led to my already growing muscles to grow much faster.

The next change I noticed was my beard, I used to only have to shave once a week, now I shaved in the morning only to have rough stubble by noon and a full beard my the early evening.

My sex drive was through the roof as well, I had joined a hook up app and was quickly flooded by almost every guy on it. I was used to being the submissive one in the relationship, at least the one relationship I had before the bite, now I'm the dominant one, taking control of the bedroom and having every guy begging for more. 

I guess it helps that my junk has doubled in size, I was quite well endowed before if I'm being honest, but now I literally have a baby arm between my legs, with balls that seemingly never run out of cum. None of the guys have ever complained about it. All I ever get were compliments, even about the musk that is constantly emanating from my pits, it seems to have the effect of attracting even more guys towards me. So, want to meet me in the changing room in a few minutes..