Influencer

Travis sat slumped on the edge of his bed in his cosy apartment, the walls were adorned with rainbow flags, posters of iconic gay activists, and shelves lined with queer literature that he cherished. At 22, Travis was a cute, hairy guy with a trim build that had proven to be very popular on dating apps. Travis sighed as he sat on his bed, his dark chest fur peeking out from the collar of his new t-shirt emblazoned with a supportive message for LGBTQ+ rights and a brand that donated to equality causes. He'd just posted a photo of himself wearing it, beaming with pride at a recent pride event recap, hoping this would be the one to boost his fledgling influencer career. But as he refreshed the app obsessively the likes trickled in at a pathetic rate, he barely had a dozen after an hour and with zero comments there was practically no engagement at all.


Travis’s heart sank, all his efforts on gay events, parades, activism, and book reviews felt futile. "Why bother?" he muttered to himself, the dream of building a community and making a difference slipping away like sand through his fingers. Disheartened and on the verge of tears, Travis stared at his phone screen. From a slight trembling lip he whispered a desperate wish aloud


"I just wish I could be successful on social media. Anything to make this work."

As the words left his lips a strange wisp of green smoke curled out from the phone's speaker and started to expand. Travis blinked in confusion, but before he could react the smoke exploded and flooded his face, invading his nose and throat, forcing itself into the squirming, wannabe influencer. Travis inhaled involuntarily as the emerald green smoke filled his lungs and just as quickly as it appeared, the smoke was absorbed and a sinister chuckle could be heard echoing throughout the apartment. Coughing erupted from deep within Travis, his body doubling over as he spluttered and gasped for air. Travis was dazed and confused as his eyes watered and panic flickered in his mind. What the hell was that? Travis looked down at his phone for a brief moment and then flung it onto the bed behind him as if it was red hot. Was his phone overheating or malfunctioning? Travis glared at his phone, convinced it was some glitch or hardware failure but now wondering how he could call for help. Travis leaned forward with his hands on his knees. He planned to get up and find some way to contact help and check if he was alright, but as he stood up something felt off. Like a ripple echoing out throughout a pond a subtle tingling spread through his body, like pins and needles but more angry.


Travis’s heart raced with unease as suddenly his stomach started to rumble ominously, a deep, gurgling sound that echoed in the quiet room. Travis took a deep breath to calm himself down, inflating his lungs, chest and belly, yet when he exhaled the bulge of his stomach did not shrink and Travis felt his new t-shirt begin to feel tighten across his midsection. Confused Travis tugged at the fabric and lifted it up, his eyes widening in horror at the sight, his once-flat, hairy abdomen was swelling outward, forming a soft, chubby belly that jiggled slightly with each breath. Travis couldn’t believe what he saw, he had always been trim and in good shape, it's what made him popular with twinks and bears alike but as he poked the roll of flab it felt entirely part of him! At first Travis blinked and exhaled trying to make his bulging belly recede but instead it grew. Travis was horrified as he watched his new belly swell as fat was accumulating rapidly around his belly and as Travis looked down it appeared the fat was spreading.



Travis watched panicked and disturbed as his previously trim physique started vanishing under layers of expanding fat in front of his very eyes. The expanding fat started in his tummy but was now spreading outwards as the beginnings of man boobs started to poke through his rapidly tightening t-shirt. The swelling soon spread to his arms, thickening them into soft, doughy limbs while at the same time his legs ballooned, his thighs rubbing together uncomfortably, while his hands and feet looked chubby and soft. Travis gasped as he tried to move, he needed to get help but the pain in his stomach persisted and he forced back into position with his hands on his knees. Immobile and helpless Travis whimpered as the fat spread to his face, his cheeks plumping up and a double chin forming beneath his jaw.


Travis wanted to scream, What was happening to him, how was it possible, was it ever going to stop? Travis battled with what was possible and the reality of his fattening body, this couldn’t be happening! He was active, fit and trim, not this wobbly little chub! Fear gripped Travis as he watched his reflection in the nearby mirror, his hands pressing futilely against the burgeoning belly and then to face and chubbing out cheeks, he tried to push it back as if to send it back from where it came but all Travis felt was more soft fatty tissue building. Travis felt like he was trapped in a nightmare as his body jiggled as he once again tried to stand.

"No, no, this isn't right!" he thought desperately.


Travis knew he had to get help but he couldn’t use his phone, he needed to find a friend, a neighbour, anyone that could get him to a hospital. With a push Travis was finally able to get himself to his feet as the pain in his stomach grew and his hands rushed to deal with the pressure. Travis’s stomach then gurgled louder and then without warning, without his consent, Travis felt his body release a booming, bubbling fart that reverberated through the room like thunder.


The fart droned and spluttered for nearly 20 seconds, the sound never quietening and the pain only partially receding. When the fart was finally finished the stench hit Travis like a truck. It was more than overpowering, it was all encompassing as it was the only thing Travis could deal with as it assaulted his nose, lungs and brain. Travis had never smelt anything so vile and he began to gag violently, his nose wrinkling in disgust, his tongue out trying to remove the clawing, heavy earthy miasma. He'd never experienced anything like it and his own body had produced it! Like wafting a fog of steam Travis tried to clear the area of his own putrid fart as he stood up, the pain and discomfort had reduced but not gone and Travis felt like it was building again. Travis knew as his eyes watered from the smell that he needed help, no human should ever produce something so rancid.

Desperate for help Travis tried to walk towards his bedroom door, even if he made it out of the room he could escape his own gaseous emission, yet as he took a step he was very aware of just how tight his clothes had become and were only getting tighter. Travis let out a pathetic squeak as he realised that he was still getting fatter as his stomach now poked out of his t-shirt now three sizes too small. With another step Travis yelped in pain as his shorts dug into his fattening waist, while his t-shirt caught up his arms and rubbed his nipples on his budding man tits. Every movement he tried to make just highlighted the tightness, causing him more distress and pain, along with the gurgling in his stomach that was growing louder once again. Travis needed to act and he couldn’t be slowed down any further, in a frenzy Travis yanked off his shorts and peeled away the straining t-shirt tossing them across his room without a second thought. In only his undies which were now also stretched over his expanding form he tried once again to escape the fart infused bedroom he once loved. But a fresh wave of pins and needles hit his lower body, this time concentrating on one part, his ass.


Travis whined as he felt his ass begin to inflate rapidly, each butt cheek ballooning outward into a massive, flabby booty that wobbled with each shift of his weight. The dimples appeared like craters on his pale, hairy skin, and the sheer size made his hips flare out, altering his stance into an awkward waddle. Travis groaned as he looked at and felt his growing behind. He hated this, hated how it made him feel ungainly, unsexy, a far cry from the cute, confident guy he'd been moments ago. Travis hated how everything wobbled when he moved, how his stomach blocked his view of his toes and now it felt like he was dragging a wagon behind him with two ballooning butt cheeks that seemed to jiggle wherever they pleased! Soon not even Travis’s underwear could contain his fattening expansion as his hairy ass cheeks ballooned out pushing his underwear lower to make room for their growing mass.




Travis has only taken three steps from his bed and looked to his bedroom mirror, his reflection already showed a different person. "This isn't right! I don't want this, I have to stop it!" his mind wailed. However, curiosity got the better of him as he turned to the mirror for a better look. Travis's horror deepened at the sight of his enormous ass, so wide it nearly brushed the doorframe, the cheeks sagging and jiggling uncontrollably. Tears welled in his eyes as he poked at his fat ass feeling the soft, yielding fat that had no place on his frame. Travis felt his finger sink into the soft flabby butt cheek and his turmoil intensified as once again without his control another uncontrollable fart erupted from his new fat butt. The smell was just as foul and lingering as the first. Travis wanted to cry as he braced to gag again but instead, something else came from his lips. Something he never expected and something he did not control or consent to. What came from his mouth wasn’t reflex of revulsion but instead a chuckle.


Travis’s eyes widened in terror as he continued to produce a noise he did not control, a deep, resonant laugh that didn't sound like him at all. Travis was terrified and this horror doubled when a voice that was not his own started speaking from his lips.


"Whoa, bro, that was a real ripper!" the words tumbled out in a much deeper, frat-bro voice, laced with a dumb, country drawl.


Travis clamped a hand over his mouth in shock. At first Travis was stunned and dared not move a muscle even as his body continued to gain weight and the gurgling in his stomach persisted. Travis tried to understand how he could produce words without thought, how a voice that was not his own could escape his lips, surely that was not possible, surely it was just his imagination, stress from his current predicament? Travis then cleared his throat and tentatively tried to speak.


Travis intended to say “What the hell is going on?!” but those were not the words that tumbled from his lips, instead with a thick country drawl and the air of stupidity Travis said


“Well dang, that'un just crawled outta my britches like a possum from a trash can!”


Travis cupped his mouth once again as fear ravaged his body, it was like a filter had hijacked his speech, forcing everything into the idiotic ramblings of some backwoods frat boy! Travis tried to speak, he tried to get his voice to come out of his mouth but it all became tainted with the new drawl and vocabulary he had never heard before. Even when he tried to speak, instead all that came out with a long smelly belch. Travis became frenzied with panic but neither his voice or his body seemed to respond to his frightened thoughts. Travis knew everything was wrong from his fattening body, his ungodly farts and now his new voice and speech but his movements, reactions and control of his body all seemed to be wading through a thick sludge and none of them seemed to reach his body. Travis felt himself becoming more and more trapped and more and more panicked. That's when he felt a strange pressure on his head and with a lot of effort Travis was able to turn his body around to the mirror to see his reflection only to spot a backwards baseball cap materialising out of nowhere, perched atop his tousled hair.


Travis wanted to remove it as soon as he saw it, the cap only adding to his new idiotic voice and persona. Travis wanted to reach up and yank it off his head but instead when his hands rose, he stopped mid air and fell into a double bicep pose. Travis then felt his body move without his control as it pushed out his fattening ass and grunted. Allowing another fart to rip from his hairy ass, louder and wetter than the two previous.



Travis was assaulted with the smell once again but this time there was no gaga, no scrunched nose, no wafting of the stench with his hands instead his body betrayed him as it started laughing and posing in the mirror. Travis felt pride swell inside of him as his body puffed out his chest, like the fart was something to be proud of, something great his body did and others should admire. Travis then felt his mouth open as he once again spoke with a stranger voice.


"Hell yeah, bro, that's what I'm talkin' about!" the voice boomed, as his body revelled in the foul emission it had ripped from his ass. Travis's mind recoiled in humiliation as the new feelings mixed with his own, the idea of being proud of his own farts made him cringe and recoil yet that’s not what the rest of his body and mind started to feel. Travis tried to stop it, the unearned pride and sense of manliness his body got from a loud fart but it only grew with his attempts to fight back. Travis then felt his body move and while he tried to stop it, to force his limbs to obey, they wouldn't.



Travis was now more desperate than ever to flee and seek help, Travis willed his legs to move toward the door to do anything he wanted but his new body rooted him in place in front of his bedroom mirror. Like it wanted him to watch him, Travis felt the pins and needles return this time much, much stronger as fat no longer slowly expanded across his body but exploded outwards drowning his previously thin, fit body in layers of fat. Travis could only weep internally as his belly drooped further, a heavy apron of fat hanging over the waistband of his underwear obscuring his crotch. His inflating thighs added to the hiding over his cock, that sunk into a fat pad until only the tip was visible, only with great effort would he be able to see some of its length again. It was now a nub nestled and buried in fat and chub, something he could only use two fingers to grab and hold. Travis groaned as his ass widened even more, the cheeks spreading like dough in an oven until he was a stereotypical pear shape, waddling around and getting his fat ass stuck in doorways and breaking weak chairs. Travis could do nothing as his face puffed up, jowls quivering as a third chin grew and his eyes appeared more squinty as his face filled with fat. Travis wanted to look away as his budding breasts grew saucer sized nipples that would cover his ballooning moobs. The man's tits sagged from his chest and rested on his sagging stomach as the pins and needles finally faded. For a brief moment Travis was left staring at his new obese hairy body, but what ever was responsible for his transformation was not content with letting him keep anything from his former self. Travis then watched, trapped in his mind as his thick body hair that had defined his masculinity began to shed away, follicles loosening and hairs falling like autumn leaves, drifting to the floor in clumps. His chest once proudly fuzzy, smoothed out to pale, doughy skin; the trail down his belly vanished, leaving the swelling fat exposed and vulnerable. Even the hair on his arms, legs, and ass receded, turning his expanded form into a slick, hairless blob that glistened with sweat.



Internally, Travis whimpered a silent cry of despair as he felt yet another part of himself be erased. Travis stared at the stranger that he has now become and his mind became a storm of shame, grief, and helplessness as he struggled for any kind of control. Then as if to highlight just how little he was in control, his body lifted one fat leg high and unleashed another proud fart, the sound echoing triumphantly while his face twisted into a goofy grin.


"No, please, stop this!" His mind begged, Travis fought hard for his voice to be heard, for his actions to be made real, for him to be the one in the driver's seat but resistance seemed to be futile. As if sensing his resistance the cap on his head shimmered and shifted, the fabric turning a vivid red as a familiar slogan materialized in bold white letters M-A-G-A. Travis's heart plummeted, he loathed everything it stood for, the antithesis of his values, his parades, his activism. Yet as the cap sat on his head, his brain began to fuzz as the transformation began to take something else from Travis, his memories. Travis tried to remember why he was so against the letters on his cap, he tried to remember the marches, the parades and the videos he made but instead his brain was flooded with angry rallies, gun shows, rodeos and listening to hours and hours of podcasts. The trips to the gym, meeting friends, dressing well and trying to make a positive change in the world was crushed by memories of sitting alone eating fast food, farting, watching the news and being angry, so angry! Memories of boyfriends, summer loves and kissing boys all faded and instead all Travis could think of was jerking his tiny little wiener to images of big tits on his computer, never had he felt the touch of man and it seemed now he hadn’t even felt the touch of a woman. Just the feeling of his plastic sex toy he played with for hours every evening gooning to women he would never speak to and angry that he would never have a girlfriend even though he never tried. Travis wept as his life was erased and replaced with that of some dumb country bro, he spent his days gorging on fast food and beer, wallowing in his own stink and gooning all night every night till his little nub of cock was sore to big floppy Latina titties.


After having his entire life and past rewritten Travis barely noticed or cared as his surroundings rippled and changed. His apartment transformed around him as the rainbow flags turned into faded American banners, his bookshelves warped into a gun rack and beer coolers, the walls yellowed into the dingy interior of a country trailer home cluttered with MAGA memorabilia and empty fast-food wrappers. Every detail humiliated and attacked Travis from the Confederate flag on the window, the fridge stocked with cheap beer and the permanent smell of stale farts and dried cum in the air.


A single tear dripped from Travis’s chubby cheek "This can't be my life! This isn’t me, I will never let this be me!” Travis screamed internally while his body moved on its own and pulled up some stained xxxl jeans, his fat ass filling out the back and his fat belly drooping over the front.



Travis couldn’t allow his life to become the opposite of everything he stood for, he couldn’t be another far right nut! With all his might and strength Travis compelled his body to obey, he willed for control and to be the master of his own body and destiny once more. Travis pushed and he could feel himself getting through the fog, wading through the sludge to the front of his mind. With all his might he finally gathered a sliver of control and Travis found himself waddling clumsily in his new unfamiliar home towards his stained dirty bed sheets towards his phone. His massive body jiggled with each step and with each wobble he felt something else trying to take back control but he was determined to escape and win and become his originally self, not some fat farting fucker in trapped in a trailer with only hate in his heart. Hope flickered inside Travis as he reached for his phone so that he could finally call for help, text a friend, anything to reverse this nightmare. He no longer cared about the green smoke. What had happened to him now was far more dangerous than a malfunctioning phone.


With one chubby hand he grabbed his phone and with his pudgy fingers typed in his code to unlock it, now he just needed to call someone. Yet instead of pressing the little phone icon, his fat finger slammed into the camera. Travis was confused as he tried to undo his mistake but his fingers did not obey his body, in fact it continued to disobey as it held up the phone to his fat face and pressed record. It was then as his new voice erupted from his mouth that Travis realised he never had regained control, he had never been back in the drivers seat, no… instead for just the briefest of moments Travis and the new him both wanted the same thing. However, while Travis wanted his phone to help him escape the terrible reality and body he found himself trapped in, Turk wanted it so he could spread his message.


"Y'all listen up now! 'Merica is the greatest dang country on God's green earth, and I'm fixin' to tell ya why! We got freedom, guns, cold beer, and the best damn farts this side of the Mississippi!” Turk then let rip another sputtering fart that droned on for ten seconds and filled his cramped trailer with the stench of shit, leaving Travis screaming in despair as he was pushed to the back of his mind to forever watch his new life unfold as a successful conservative influencer. “Just ripped one so powerful it could wake a hibernatin' bear... smells like apple pie, diesel, and pure liberty. Y'all wish you was here sniffin' this glory with me! God bless the USA and God bless my gut!" Turk yelled before ending his video and posting it for his 5 million followers.



Travis was left weeping in the cage of his own mind as the new him made more and more videos rambling on about women with big racks, guns for protectin' freedom and how liberals were ruining everything, all while posing his flabby form like a star. But beneath the facade, Turk was just a lonely gooning slob with no real friends or lovers, just followers who ate up his authentic frat-bro slob lifestyle of belches, farts, and crude rants.


"Damn, bro, that's freedom right there!" Turk chuckled in that drawling voice, lifting a leg to let another fart loose, the jeans fabric vibrating with the force, while Travis's trapped consciousness recoiled in horror, the constant gassy assaults making him mentally gag over and over. The stench seeped into every pore of his awareness like a perpetual nightmare he couldn't escape. Followers loved Turk; his posts of these "authentic" moments racked up millions of views, turning him into a viral sensation among the conservative bro crowd, with sponsorships from beer brands and gun shops rolling in, his dumb rants about real America boosting his follower count. But Turk and Travis would never enjoy the success, no one came to visit, no women answered his crude calls, leaving Turk to drink and eat all day, then stagger back inside his trailer as night fell. Turk’s fat belly wobbled like jelly with every heavy step, moobs bouncing uncomfortably, and his enormous, dimpled ass cheeks clapping together audibly as he walked. In the dim glow of his laptop screen, surrounded by crumpled wrappers and empty cans, he'd strip down to nothing, his hairless, sweaty bulk spilling over the couch as he fired up endless tabs of porn. Travis imprisoned within, wept eternally, gagging at every eruption, every wobble of flesh, every empty climax that left Turk snoring in a puddle of his own mess, only to repeat the cycle the next day, popular online, but utterly alone and miserable in reality.