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Something weird was up with Dennis’ brother, Bryan. After his bad breakup with Cindy a few weeks ago, he had started packing on the pounds suddenly, and soon after that, he started spending a lot of time in his room with the door closed, and more than once Dennis had heard moans coming from his room.

Late one night, a particularly loud squeal woke Dennis up in bed, and he knew he had to figure out what was going on with Bryan. He snuck down the hall, opened the door a crack and peeked inside–and saw his brother, fatter than Dennis had ever seen him, fucking his ass with a dildo. Dennis let out a gasp, a quiet one, but Bryan still heard him. 

The whole story came out then–how Cindy and her witch friends had cursed him to gain weight continuously, and he could only lose the weight by getting fucked. He swore Dennis to secrecy, and his little brother agreed, but Dennis had a plan. The next day, the dildo disappeared–from now on, Dennis would be fucking his asshole brother’s hole, unless Bryan wanted to be as big as a house in a week’s time.

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Opposite Day? How about an opposite year? Yeah, I was pretty suspicious when I found the spell online, but I knew just the asshole to cast it on–Mitch Greenin–the biggest bully from high school. The spell would flip twelve things about a person’s life, one a month, without them noticing until the end, when the changes were sealed. His first change was to gain fat whenever he worked out.

He has no clue, and six months later he’s getting pretty huge, especially after his nutritious meals started packing on the pounds during the second month. He’s also a lot more polite, not that his crude, insulting remarks are automatically translated into proper, polite English. This month though, every time he shaves, he’s going to put on more hair–and Mitch shaves everywhere. It’s going to make him a huge hit at the bear bars next month, when I flip his sexual orientation. I’ve already made him subservient to every person he would rather try and dominate, so he’s probably going to have a lot of training in sucking cock and taking it up the ass before too long–and the year’s only half over.

Jeremy was a late bloomer. At fifteen, he’d had no growth spurt, his body was smooth, and his voice refused to crack. In school he was miserable, and picked on almost constantly, so when Jeremy found the spell on line which promised to kick his puberty into high gear, he didn’t hesitate to cast it.

In the morning, he was ecstatic at the amount of body hair he’d put on in a single day, but was concerned to find that he’d actually put on weight, and only grown a inch taller. He hoped he would put on muscle like everyone else, but by the time gym class rolled around, his shirt didn’t even fit over his gut, and he had to go out without one, showing off his hairy chest and beard to everyone.

Worse, the one thing which had turned way up was his sex drive. His balls were huge and churning, his cock nearing seven inches, and he soon discovered that he was gay–when he nutted his shorts after a jock tackled him. Apparently, for Jeremy, puberty just wasn’t what he’d hoped it would be.

“Fighting it won’t do you any good Trent–soon you’ll be so used to obeying that you won’t even notice the necklace. Ah good, Luke and Rudy are here–they’re going to get you started on your training.
"Don’t they look nice in their uniforms? Luke has been with us for three years now. He came in one night while his ship was docked for a festival–and he quickly realized how much he preferred pole dancing to staying out at sea for months on end. And Rudy here–why he just finished his training course a few months ago. Apparently he’d caught wind of something strange going on here at the club. He’s too clumsy to be much of a dancer, but man, some guys just go wild for that pelt of his, and his hole is marvelously tight.
"I already have your new uniform waiting for you Trent–a hunter green jock, "Marines” embroidered on the front. One of those cute, camo caps of yours on your head. The men will pay good money to fuck the living daylights out of you. Don’t you worry, you’ll be a star.“

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David hadn’t known he’d had any spiritual issues until his first meeting with The Guru, but now, he was well on the way to enlightenment–he hoped. He wasn’t sure why The Guru had invited him to his training compound for a week long retreat, or why The Guru had insisted he stay for an extended retreat once there, but he knew it was for his own good.
He particularly loved the hours he spent meditating. He now work his ropes at all times, to ensure he was was constantly reminded of how he was bound to The Guru, in both body and soul. The Guru had recently complimented David on how large his nipples were getting, and the compliment alone had been enough to send David into an orgasm, and he’d profusely apologized for his improper ejaculation, and allowed The Guru to punish him for eight hours to show how remorseful he was.
Watching the Enlightened stroll the campus, eyes glazed over, huge plugs up their asses, their cocks in eternal chastity, David knew he would be among their ranks one day–but until then, he would continue his meditations, and obey The Guru’s every command.

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Hey all, this has been a hellish week for me. There’s been a lot of real life bullshit, most of it surrounding my job and the people in it, and it’s both been taking up my writing time, as well as consuming my energy and plunging me into a bit of writer’s block. I’m gonna go ahead and run three days of photo captions, and resume my regular content next week with another “One Change” episode on Monday the end of “Fairytale” on Tuesday.

“You’d better suck harder, pig. I swear, you have one of the weakest mouths I’ve ever. I think I’m gonna have to push the button again…”

“No, no please. I’m trying, I really am–”

“Sorry pig, but your time is up for this round,” Jack said, then reached over and pressed the button on the dildo stuck in the fat man’s ass. He groaned, feeling the serum pump into his colon once again, feeling his body jiggle and expand with fat once more. His gut, which was sitting on the bed, descended further and settled out on the covers, his thighs and ass sagging out with fat. Jack fondled the man’s expanding tits and new, quadruple chin, wiping the tears from the big man’s eyes.

The man, in fact, was Grant, who had been the star quarterback of the team. However, with eight loads of serum and each load generating seventy five pounds, Grant was now resting at a bit over 800 pounds, his hopes of going pro over.

“Alright, five more minutes on the clock, make me blow my load, and I’ll stop,” Jack said, and Grant resumed his sucking.

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