Tommy smiled as he fiddled with the ring on his finger, now with his brother dealt with and his bully was now being used as a human plunger for eternity he started to feel satisfied. Tommy felt good he had gotten rid of two massive jerks and both were being rightfully punished, he sighed and his mind started to wander. Unbeknownst to Tommy his eyes grew a red tint to them as he thought about all the other jerks in the world and how he now had the power to change them. With the power he now had he could change people's lives, punish those who deserved it and help those in need. Tommy grinned he was going to be the hero people needed, telling the truth all over town. Puffing out his chest Tommy decided to go for a walk, perhaps he would head to his old school and visit some old teachers. They were in need of hearing the truth, but there was no rush; there were lots of people he could help just around on the street. Just getting to the end of the street Tommy already found a person in need of hearing the truth.
A middle aged man was jogging shirtless, his huge heavy muscles bounced and flexed while sweat gleaned from his toned torso. Tommy couldn't help but admire the man’s physique. It had obviously taken years to achieve it and the guy had to work hard to maintain it especially at his age. Tommy even found himself getting a little aroused as the man slowed to a stop, wiping the sweat from his brow and through his wispy hair. Tommy would have continued to admire the man if he hadn’t then bellowed to the younger chubbier person following him.
“C’mon son, if you want to lose that jelly belly then you have to keep up”
Tommy then watched as a younger man in his early twenties appeared covered in sweat, red puffy face and desperately trying to catch his breath. Now an average person might have seen the dad and son laugh, the dad give his son some water and let him catch his breath before they continue their shared goals of getting fit but Tommy was already seeing red as the ring glowed on his finger. Tommy wasn’t going to have a father berate his son like that and have him lord his superior physique over his son, no this dad needed to hear the truth. Marching over with a red glint in his eyes Tommy began to talk.
Tommy pointed at the son “You keep running, your father will join you shortly and don’t worry he won’t ever make fun of your weight again” The son looked confused but found his body moving on its own “Hey what’s happening dad?!” was all the son could say before he was already jogging down the street.
“Son, come back! What are you doing? Sorry, can I help you?” The older Dad said, puffing out his chest and wondering who the hell Tommy was.
“I’m here to tell you the truth, you cannot move or talk unless I want you to respond. Only you and I will remember what happened here today but you will never be able to talk about it or act upon it! Do you understand?” Tommy said his frustration was rising.
The father looked stunned and was about to give Tommy a stern word when instead his mouth clamped shut, his body froze and to show he understood his head nodded without consent.
“Good. Now I hate seeing people like yourself lording your body over others and making fun of those who might not meet your standard. But to make it all even worse, you are his father! You are supposed to support and care for him, not berate him for his ‘jelly belly’!” Tommy felt his anger growing as the ring seemed to glow more as his eyes turned red. “As you run to catch up with your son you will gain ten pounds of fat for each step you take, so let us hope he hasn’t got too far as only once you catch him will the weight gain stop. Once you reach him you will never again be interested in fitness or weight loss, you will stay obese with an overly large ass and a swollen belly that will make it impossible for you to see your feet or your cock ever again.” Tommy felt the rage inside him grow and although this punishment would have been fitting enough he felt the need to continue.
“You will never comment on your son’s weight or anyone’s weight but they will notice yours and everytime someone says something about your jiggling body the clothes you wear will tighten. They will shrink exposing more and more of your fat body until your gelatinous physique rips through them, so if I were you I would keep some spare clothes around at all times.” The father was quivering as his fearful eyes looked around for help or any explanation as to what was happening. “Now whatever the end result of your jog is, the world will forget the old you and just remember how you end up. Off you go fatty and take long strides if you don’t want to be an immobile blob” With a snap of the fingers Tommy released the scared man as he found himself running after his son the weight gain instantaneous as he took his first step.
Tommy smiled as he watched the previously buff man balloon, his abs turning into a large heavy barrel belly, it wobbled and shook and soon the distressed dad couldn't even run properly without his new gut lifting and slamming painfully with each step. His ass expanded to humongous proportions, the little workout shorts he was wearing before slowly sinking into his growing ass crack. A decent set of moobs that could be heard slapping around as the man tried desperately to get to his son. Tommy watched with a smile as the man slowed and puffed to catch up with his son, his previously muscular body now buried under layers and layers of fat. With tears in his eyes the father finally caught up to his son, his quaking, wobbling body slowing to a stop at a gargantuan 430 pounds. The first thing he wanted to do was ask his son for help, to stop his transformation to obese suburban dad but as soon as he put his hand on his son’s shoulder the fat was forever attached to his body. Never able to lose a pound but certainly able to gain. The man’s voice caught in his throat as he tried to panic and beg his son to help him but his body took control and stopped him.
“Hey son slow down, your old man can’t move like you do!”
“No worries dad” His son smiled at him sympathetically looking down at his now obese father’s belly. “Why don’t you take yourself and the beer keg home” He said tapping his fathers rotund hard stomach causing his father’s clothes to tighten. “Thanks for trying to get fit with me but I reckon it's a journey I will have to do by myself”
The father watched with tears rolling down his face as his son ran off, while he waddled his fat body home, his stomach already grumbling. The father could do nothing as he struggled to even walk back to his house, all he was doing was helping his son get fit, his son wanted help to lose weight and all he had done was provide his support but somehow he had been cursed. Cursed by a vindictive and cruel man who had trapped him in a lazy obese body that only wanted to drink beer, grill fatty meats and sit on his fat ass.The confused father would never truly understand what happened to him, he would often sit looking at his huge fat gut and watch as it wobbled and rippled when he touched it, mourning his the abs and pecs that has taken him years to obtain and were now buried under 100’s of pounds of fat. No matter how much he wanted to lose the weight and get his old body back his body wouldn’t let him and instead would grab a beer and a fatty snack.
Tommy smiled as he watched the obese father wobble away, whispering under his breath Tommy ensured the son would get fit and would be sure to show off his new physique in front of his fat father. The ring glowing and his eyes red Tommy continued his walk getting closer to town. The streets were becoming busier now and as Tommy continued down the road he heard some guy talking loudly on the phone behind him. Tommy looked back at the guy who must have been in his early twenties, his body toned, his face handsome and his hair styled. He was dressed like a typical frat bro, designer shirt, shorts and flip flops. He clearly didn’t care if people overheard him as he obnoxiously talked to his buddy over the phone.
“Yes dude tonight! Stacey said that if I got her these stupid shoes she would not only put on the maid outfit but also finally let me fuck her ass!” The annoying bro then adjusted two shopping bags in his hands as if to emphasise his two purchases, “I know, I know, that dumb bimbo won’t even know the difference between the real and fake ones I ordered. I can’t believe it either, the boys will be so jealous that I banged her first but she is so fucking stupid dude you could all have a go at her once I’ve pumped and dumped!”
Tommy couldn’t believe what he was hearing, he seethed with anger unaware that a guy could be so brazen, so disgusting and so vile. Tommy’s eyes glowed red and before he had even decided what he was going to do with the cocky asshole his body turned around and pushed the arrogant fuck boy into a side street.
“Hey watch it, what giv- !” The guy started to say but Tommy cut him off.
“Stop that and stay put! Now you need to stop lying asshole and tell your friend on the phone there the truth!”
“What are you talking about? You’re fucking crazy dude” The young fuck boy tried to walk away but found himself staying put, his body unable to respond.
“I mean everything you just said is a filthy pack of lies and now I want you to tell your friend the truth of what is going to happen.” Tommy’s eyes burned as the ring on his finger glowed hotter. “For starters tonight you are not going to meet Stacy, you are going to meet Steve, a six foot five, 280 pound, black bodybuilder who enjoys domination and BDSM.”
The young jock was about to disagree and hurl more abuse at the crazy guy that had ambushed him but suddenly his head felt strange, visions of Stacey and her huge tits and fat ass disappeared and instead were replaced with a new person. A towering, broad imposing black man with boulder-like biceps and balloon-like pecs that bounced menacingly at him. The jock shook his head to erase the new memories but Steve became even more clear in his mind. There he was with a snarl on his face and wearing just a leather harness, a dog collar in one hand and an oversized fisting dildo was in the other. The jock whimpered as his brain told him that he was on his way to him now.
“No this isn’t right! What did you do? Who the fuck is Steve??” The jock cried as he searched his brain for Stacey but only memories of a muscular black bubble butt came to mind.
“I’m just correcting your lies, you’re meeting Steve tonight and you didn’t buy him shoes, you are bringing him the key to your pretty, pink, chastity cage.” Tommy smiled as the fuck boy winced in pain as his cock was crushed into a tight, feminine plastic cage that would prevent him from ever getting hard. Tommy smiled as he pulled down the frat bro’s shorts to reveal the delicate cage that would never be opened again.
“No this can’t be happening, stop this! Please! I don’t know what I did or who you are but please stop this! I don’t want my cock locked up in this thing and I don’t want to meet Steve!!”
“You must stop telling lies, you are meeting Steve to give him the key to your locked cock and once you have given it to him you will give yourself to him and his humongous 12 inch monster cock. You will obey his every command and exist just to pleasure his mammoth cock and balls. In fact the only reason you are on the phone is to tell your friends that you will never see them again because you are going to be too busy being a cumdump whore.”
The jock had tears in his eyes as without his consent he started to tell his friend on the phone exactly what Tommy had said, new memories of a thick, veiny black cock in his mind. One thicker than a beer can and longer than his forearm. The straight fuck boy felt his asshole clench as the monsterous cock invaded his mind. The fuck boy was about to plead for mercy but Tommy was ready with the finishing blow.
“Now put on the maid outfit and go meet your new master Steve. I’ll take your phone, there won’t be time for you to mouth off to your friends anymore once you get to your new master because if an hour goes by without the taste of that fat, sweaty black cock on your tongue then your mouth will start to burn painfully. You’re be suckling on that jaw breaking man meat even when you sleep, you’ll be begging to suck his cock and best thing is you will still be the same straight fuck boy you are now.” Tommy let out an evil laugh and the jock in front of looked like he was about to burst into tears as he slowly stripped from his manly clothes to his revealing french maid outfit, his locked cock and cute bubble butt on display. “Now off you go and never speak a word of this encounter to anyone, although I can’t see that you would after all your mouth is going to be full most of the time!” Tommy cackled as the straight jock pranced off in his humiliating outfit to go and meet his new master.
Within the hour he had lost access to his cock and tears streamed down his face as the heavy, stinking, thick, fat cock of his new master forced its way down his throat where it would stay for the majority of his new sad, pathetic, cum drinking life.
Tommy smiled as he watched the man walk away, his butt did look cute in the maid outfit. Tommy then heard a voice coming from the phone.
“YO DUDE YOU THERE? What the fuck are you talking about, is this a prank?”
Tommy smiled his eyes stilling glowing “Hello, I don’t know who you are and I don’t care. All I know is that you have to be a dick if you were friends with that asshole. So when I hang up the phone you will go and find this Stacey girl and you will become her simp. You will spend all of your money on her and treat her like a queen and in return you will ask to be her life long pussy eater. You will never have sex or masturbate again, your only sexual outlet will be eating her out and if she refuses then it looks like it will be a life of celibacy for you. Have fun.” With that Tommy ended the call and doomed another person to misery. Tommy then flung the phone into a nearby dumpster, the ring still glowing on his finger and an unsettling amount of energy and confidence ruining through his veins.
Tommy puffed up his chest and smiled, he felt… incredible the best he had felt in years. Tommy didn’t know it felt so good to tell the truth and rid the world of jerks and assholes. He needed more of this feeling, taking a deep breath he continued his walk, his eyes looking at every person and deciding who would be next to face his wrath. Tommy’s eyes glowed as he spied a group of men huddled around a car, they were all of different ages and builds, they were arguing over the best way to fix the car and the biggest of them seemed to be getting aggressive. However, that was not what attracted Tommy to them, Tommy found himself rearranging his aroused cock as he couldn’t help but stare at the three men all of which were sagging, allowing their underwear to show and their plump round butts to be on display.
Tommy’s mind was going crazy with all the possibilities, they liked having their butts out so much Tommy was only happy to oblige. He whispered under his breath that all three men wouldn’t notice as their butts would double in size. Tommy chuckled as he watched the already stretched underwear fabric struggle as each of them gained a wide, jiggling bubble butt. Their body shapes now looked more pear shaped as their large butts hung like shelves over the waistbands of their lowered trousers. The three men would now struggle to find clothes that would fit over such round and juicy butts that they would have to sag and show them off.
Tommy grinned as he was just about to continue telling the truth about the three men when he overheard muttered giggles coming from behind him. Turning around Tommy saw two men wearing expensive designer suits, they must have come from a business lunch and had a whiskey or two as Tommy could smell the alcohol in the air around them. Tommy was about to dismiss them when he overheard why they were laughing.
“It’s like they need to show off their arses, it’s like they're smuggling watermelons back there!”
“No, don't make fun of them, they might sit on us!”
Both men laughed at each other's terrible jokes and with each chuckle Tommy’s eyes glowed a deeper red. The irony that Tommy had enlarged the three men’s butts to comical proportions was lost on him as his attention was now firmly on the two laughing men. Tommy couldn’t stand when people laughed at others and his hatred grew the more he saw them smile and giggle like morons. They would soon see who was laughing after Tommy was through with them. The men stifled their laughter as they walked past the three fat ass men but Tommy was not going to let them get away so easily.
“The two suited men will now stop and be unable to move or speak, while the three big booty gentlemen will be unaware of anything else around them until I click my fingers” Tommy grinned as he watched the two business men suddenly stop, still posed as if they were walking and laughing together, however their eyes conveyed terror and fear as they found themselves trapped in their own bodies unable to control them any longer. The three saggers continued talking about the car in front of them as their surroundings became unimportant. Tommy decided this time he would keep his distance, the two men didn’t deserve to know what was about to happen to them or who or what was responsible for their new fates. Tommy started with the business man in glasses.
“The man wearing glasses will find himself merging with the fabric of his grey suit, he will become a sentient piece of fabric. No longer having to breathe, eat or drink but still have full consciousness, feeling and all of his senses intact”
It was a sight to behold as the man’s frozen smiling face began to turn grey, his skin rippled as the cells became stitching. His bones and organs weaved away into fabric as the structure of his body started to crumple. Tommy grinned ferociously as the man’s face faded as all colour disappeared, his features flattened and his hair blew away in the wind. The poor man could do nothing as he lost all semblance of humanity as his arms and legs were sewn to his torso and he slowly started to flatten. Soon all that was left was a large oblong of grey fabric, not a soul would be able to tell that trapped in that fabric was a fully conscious man that could no longer speak, breathe, eat, drink or move but could feel the concrete of the ground below and smell the leather of his friends expensive shoes that were right next to him. The poor man was in turmoil but things were only going to get worse as his new form began to rise from the ground.
“The sentient fabric will now become one with the grey underwear the man tending to the car is wearing.” Tommy chuckled as he watched the grey fabric leap from the ground and absorb itself with the stretched and exposed underwear. The former businessmen could do nothing as he was hurled towards the fat ass in front of him and wrapped tightly around it. Once all the sentient fabric had become one with the underwear Tommy could have sworn he heard a scream. The now sentient pair of boxers has just been hit with the smell of the man’s ass, dick and balls, the taste of sweat, dick cheese, piss and waste. He could feel the heat coming from the man’s ass and genitals, his instincts to move were impossible to achieve as he was now longer a man but a pair of underwear. He would be at the mercy of his new owner and all of his bodily functions and odours.
“The man in the sentient grey underwear will now walk around for a minute before heading back to the car, this is now his favourite pair of underwear and they will never break or lose elasticity. The underwear will feel incredibly comfortable and will give the wearer increased pleasure when they wear them, pleasure themselves in them or fart in them.”
Tommy then watched as the man with the new comfiest sentient undies started to walk, his big cheeks grinding the fabric and pushing their sweat and stink into the threading. While the man was a short distance from his friends he took the opportunity to let rip a fart he had been holding in and a small spark of orgasmic pleasure rippled through his body. As the man waddled back in between his friends with a big smile on his face, his underwear was in hell as it tried to comprehend both feeling, hearing, smelling and tasting a fart straight from a nasty sweaty asshole. The former businessman would never know what caused his new fate, what snatched him from his life and turned him into a canvas for farts and skidmarks, a sponge for piss and cum and a hammock for a very sweaty cock and balls. Instead he would silently scream to the outside world to help but all he would do is laugh at the enormous ass he now covered and served.
Tommy then turned to the remaining businessman, his still smiling face enraged Tommy as he concocted an equally cruel fate for the man. “The remaining man in the suit will find his existence wiped from this earth and instead he will find his soul and essence leaving his body and becoming entwined with the anus of one of the three men in front of him. His soul will stay trapped there until his new owner realises that a soul is trapped in their anus, if he is unsuccessful in freeing himself then his soul will find another anus to inhabit and this will continue until he is free.”
Almost immediately the remaining man in the suit evaporated into a corporeal blue figure. The soul of the man looked like he was struggling to run away as it was sucked up into the asshole of the shortest man by the car. His soul fusing with the stinking, wrinkled ring of muscle, his new life breathing farts and passing turds. The hell would continue for decades until his soul was released and he would find himself being sucked into a new host where he would continue his new life as an anus. Farts and shit on repeat for eternity. The sad little anus would try its hardest to communicate with its master by puckering and twitching after all assholes can't talk, but sadly no one would think their itchy anus was a human man.
Later that night the newly trapped anus would try to signal to his master and communciate its fear and woes. His new owner would notice his asshole was twitching and itching more than usual... only to dismiss it and slam his huge ass on the toilet and let out his evening dump.
Tommy smiled and clicked his fingers as the three men with the enlarged rumps went about their day, the one in the middle letting out another fart while the shortest dug his finger into his asshole to scratch it. The two businessmen trapped in a smelly hell and Tommy satisfied he had made the world a better place.
Tommy was not far into town when he saw an expensive BMW pull up beside a local cafe, not caring to find a suitable parking spot three men jumped out of the car. Tommy instantly recognised one of them, Buck Stevens, an asshole that had refused to hire him for a summer job at his tech firm. With his eyes glowing red and the ring glowing brighter on his finger Tommy found himself following the men into the cafe and locking the doors, knowing no one would be leaving without hearing the truth.
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