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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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“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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Ian had been watching the young man sleep on the chaise lounge for several hours now, and was quite pleased with the results of his sunblock. Well, he’d been young when he arrived at the hotel pool, when Ian had offered him some complimentary sunblock. He’d been a smooth, pale and slender guy in his mid twenties, and while he’d planned on swimming, the topical sedative in the solution soon had him relaxing and asleep in the sun.

Ian’s special solution absorbed that solar energy and generated several special chemicals the subject absorbed, most importantly testosterone, which caused the men to grow copious amounts of body hair. Of course, a few other, more dangerous chemicals were also released, particularly ones which caused the body to age rather rapidly and convert muscle mass into fat–the young man was already nearing his mid forties, and was quite heavy set. A final, unfortunate side effect was a massive drop in IQ, cognitive function, and often substantial memory loss. Still, he wouldn’t be needing any of that when he was added to Ian’s growing harem of bear sluts kept for the hotel’s clients.

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Nice looking team, right? Now, I know what you’re thinking–“They look a bit old for a high school team, even if they are seniors,” well, you’re right. See, my school, we’d gone through a pretty awful rut as far as championships went, and the guys on Varsity, well, when I asked if they’d do anything to win, they said yes, so I hooked them up with a little concoction from a company called Arctos.
It made them everything they wanted–faster, bigger, stronger–and maybe a few things they realized too late that they didn’t want. They were hornier for one thing, and suddenly their girlfriends weren’t doing anything for them. Before and after practice, the locker room started looking like one, big, hairy orgy. And after the season? When they started losing their hair, growing chubby and aging into their forties and fifties? Well, that’s the price of greatness. Luckily, Arctos was happy enough to place them in a variety of jobs, and I of course got a handsome commission, and whole new bevy of seniors this year. After all, why not go for the championship two years in a row?

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“Yep, ya guessed right, I’m one a them escaped convicts from that prison break. Now, I bet yer wonderin’ why I’ve tied ya up instead of just killin’ ya. Well, we’re gonna be swappin’ skins here, cause I ain’t goin’ back tah jail, so I might as well live yer life, right? Now, I already killed yer wife ‘n boy, and the story’s gonna be that ya came home, confronted me rapin’ yer dead wife’s corpse, ‘n shot me dead in the livin’ room with that shotgun over there. Course, it ain’t gonna be me in mah body when all that happens…

Oh quit yer whinin’, at least yer gonna get a good, last orgasm before ya shuffle off. See, I need some a that seed a yers tah make the switch, ‘n I learned how tah suck a good cock in prison. How about this, if ya don’t cum in the next two hours? I’ll go ahead ‘n let ya shoot me–but trust me, I don’t think ya’ll last twenty minutes, but go ahead, prove me wrong. Now lets get this here started.

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Yeah, I know I’m not like most burglars. For one, I only break into houses when they’re occupied. Well, I should be more specific–I only break into houses that are occupied my men, preferably by big, beefy daddies like this guy here–ain’t he something?

Yeah, he thought he could defend himself–they always do. He pointed the gun at me and looked in my eyes…and well, he wasn’t ready for my psychic blast, I don’t think, and his mind was blank and under my complete control seconds later. Before too long, he was on the bed, groaning, gun by his side, cock hard, playing with his nipples–helpless, basically–while I cased the joint and took what I wanted. Now don’t worry, I didn’t leave him unsatisfied. In fact, he thanked me profusely for the best orgasm of his life and for for robbing him of his worthless goods before sucking my cock off.

So I suppose I’ve never really robbed anyone, since they’re always happy to give me anything they want, isn’t that right? You do want to give me everything I want, right?

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