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.

 

Body Suit Shopping

"Are you sure you want this bodysuit?" I asked my son, my eyebrow raised as I looked at him inside a bodysuit that looked older than myself. I was expecting him to pick a younger, much more muscular bodysuit, it's what I would have done at his age, but he had picked an old body suit.

"This ones perfect" he said as he looked in the mirror and ran his hands over his smooth, bald head. A large smile on his face as he did so. "Alright if thats what you want" I said to my son, who was running his hands over his beard. I turned to the guy in the store, "How much for the suit?" The shop keeper looked over at my son and then back to me, "tell you what, i've been trying to get rid of that suit for a while, if you buy a suit for yourself, its free" he said with a smile. I thought about it for a while, it would be nice to have a body suit of my own. To have a nice young fit body. Looking over the selection, one immediately stood out, grabbing it I rushed into the fitting room and tried in on. As I looked in the mirror of the changing room after getting into the body suit, I ran my hands over my now much smoother, hairless body. Taking in my now much bigger pecs and square jawline. I raised and arm and flexed, impressed my the size of my biceps. The door the the changing room opened and my son was stood there in his body suit a grin on his face. "Looks like i'm going to be the Dad now when we are in these" he said. I thought about it for a few seconds and looked at my son, before looking back at the mirror and flexing again, "We could always stay in these fulltime?" I suggested. "Really!?" my son said, bouncing with excitement. "Sure thing... Dad" I said with a smirk.

 

Witness Protection - I'm the Parent Now

 

I knew the Witness Protection Program had a habit of putting people in ridiculously muscular bodies, but I honestly wasn't expecting to be this big. I’m pretty sure my biceps are bigger than my head now. It feels so good lifting weights, I don’t know why I never tried it before. I get such a big rush from it and the pump is amazing, I can’t stop flexing for at least an hour after my daily work out.

I was always quite fat, finding it hard to lose even the smallest bit of weight, and I must say I am actually proud to be wearing XXXL clothes now, I need them to fit over my passive pecs and shoulders. I can’t get the girls to leave me alone now, and guys always approach me in the gym to ask for tips or to feel my muscles.

My life is also a lot different as well, before I entered the program I was a recent college graduate, unsure of what to even do with my life. Now I’m a full time bodybuilder and personal trainer, the program installed the knowledge needed in my brain to help me out. 

Meanwhile my mother and father are now actually my two twin sons, they are only 13, they’re back story is that they are a result of a teenage pregnancy and the mom not wanting to be involved, but I did, makes up for me only being 28. They are not so happy to be going back to Junior High, but they actually look up to me now, begging me to take them to the gym with me. I let them use my gym equipment at home, making sure they have the correct form and aren’t over doing themselves, they seem to have taken to it, quickly gaining muscles. It fills me with fatherly pride that I never knew I would ever have, watching my two boys grow, although they won’t be as big as me for a few years yet.

 

I still can’t believe that I’m in the body of Dylan Harrison, my sons high school bully. Its been a month and I still have to do a double take when I look in the mirror.  I was fed up of having my son come home upset after being shoved in a locked again, and the school was doing nothing as Dylan was their star wrestler and was almost immune to any punishment. 

So, I decided to take matters in my own hands, I possessed Dylan. Don’t ask me how, to be honest I'm not entirely certain how it works, all I did was follow the instructions in an old book passed down to me by my grandfather, there a bunch of instructions for a whole bunch of other things as well that I will have to try out sometime. 

Anyway, now I'm Dylan. Its so great being young again, I may have to go through senior year of High School again, but its a good trade off to have a body like this. I have full access to his memories, including muscle memory, so wrestling is like a breeze. His body is in excellent shape too, I've never felt this fit in my whole life, I spend a good few minute each morning flexing in the mirror and jacking off, Dylan has a massive sex drive.

I’ve used my influence with the other jocks at school and have completely stopped the bullying of my son. He's much happier now, I hangout with him on weekends. He finds it a little weird, having me in Dylans body playing video games with him, but he's getting use to it. Although I was slightly surprised when he leant over and kissed me, along not as surprised as him when I kissed back. I couldn’t help myself, I told you this body as a massive sex drive.

I can still hear Dylan, screaming away in the back of my mind, but he seems to have given up hope of ever getting control of his body back. I know should feel bad, taking his whole life away from a young aspiring wrestler, but I hope he's learned a valuable lesson about the consequences of bullying.

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.