"Hey, Dustin, I like your long curly golden locks," Ty teased.
Dustin dashed to the mirror. He had shoulder length blond hair, and his body was tan all over even on his
hairless tiny crotch. As he stared into the mirror, the house vanished around him. His bare feet were on pine
needles, and the mirror was hanging on a tree in the middle of a forest.
"Ty?" Dustin said nervously turning around.
Ty and the house were gone. But Ty was still watching. On the big screen Television that had appeared on the
wall where the mirror had been. Invisible cameras tracked Dustin's every move. A split screen showed the
three jocks house that had been down the street and now was in the middle of the woods. The college owned the
house, and put up their three star football players: Quarterback Steve Krebs, Receiver Dan Tanner and Kicker
Cory Smith. They were all at the kitchen table wolfing down carbs.
Ty grinned as each young man started to get fatter and hairier. Steve was 6'2", and Dan was 5' 11" Cory was
downright petite compared to the other two at only 5'7". Ty murmured, "Papa Bear, Mama Bear and Baby Bear."
And suddenly the pasta became porridge and Steve exclaimed, "My porridge is too hot. Let's go for a walk in
the woods."
Steve didn't understand why he said that he knew the nearest woods was 50 miles away and that pasta couldn't
change into porridge, but he knew he had to go for a walk. So he stood and staggered slightly under his new
girth. He looked down at his fat hairy belly, and he couldn't see his own crotch. He shuffled to the door
though he was only wearing his football practice shorts, and went out into the woods. Silently, as if in a
dream, Dan followed. As he shuffled wearing his boxers and mesh jersey, the jersey grew longer until it was a
dress, and lastly skipped Cory. He was trying hard not to skip, and he was embarrassed because not only had
his shirt and sweat pants vanished, but he jockstrap had morphed into a white cotton diaper. And while he
wasn't getting taller, Cory was definitely becoming a hairy butterball.
Dustin stumbled through the dense forest. His stomach rumbled. Then he saw the house in the middle of the
woods. It was weird, it looked like the one just up the street. The three sports cars in the driveway changed
into Harley-Davidson motorcycles as Dustin approached the house. At the same time, Steve, Dan and Cory's
scant garments were changing from synthetic and cotton fibers into leather.
"The three biker bears decided to return home," Ty said as Dustin entered the house and famished dashed into
the kitchen. He sat down at the first bowl and took a bite. Ty grinned.
Dustin yelped and stuck his mouth under the kitchen sink and filled it with cold water. The next bowl of
porridge was too cold, but the third bowl he ate completely.
Sated Dustin rubbed his 8 pack and belched. He got out of the hard kitchen chair and headed into the living
room. There were now only 3 chairs in the room. Ty made sure that the first recliner was extremely hard and
uncomfortable for Dustin, but the bloated body of Steve it now fit like a glove. The second plush chair's
springs were so worn by Dan's weight that Dustin sank instantly into it. He struggled to get out, and settled
on the brown leather recliner that was left. He switched on the TV, and dozed for a few minutes - then he
woke with a crash. He was on the floor, and the recliner lay in pieces around him.
Dustin was still tired, so he went upstairs. All three bedrooms had merged into one great room. There was
King Size Bed, a Queen Size Bed, and a Twin Bed. Dustin threw himself onto the king, and yelped. It was hard
as a plank. He pulled back the covers and discovered it was actually a wooden torture rack. He freaked a
bit, as he held one of the shackles in his hand, and went on to the queen bed. His body sank uncomfortably
into the indentations left by Dan and Steve. The twin bed was Dustin's choice, and he was soon fast asleep.
Now the three Bear football players arrived home. They noticed how each had changed, and then they noticed
someone had been in their house.
"I bet whoever ate our porridge and busted up our furniture is responsible for us being fat hairy lard asses,"
growled Steve.
"Hey, he only busted my chair," Cory asserted with a sob. He had really liked that chair.
"I'm not making any more food in this kitchen tonight, he might come back. Let's go to bed," Dan said
fretfully.
"I'll protect you," Steve started to say, but suddenly he felt really horny, "Okay, boys, let's go to bed," he
added lustily.
"Right, Daddy," said Cory eagerly and at the same time unsure as to why he called Steve Daddy and why he
wanted to go to bed with him.
The three mounted the stairs.
"Someone's been sleeping in my bed," said Steve.
"Someone's been sleeping in my bed," said Dan.
"Someone's been sleeping in my bed and he's still there, and he's gorgeous!" exclaimed Cory.
Dustin opened his eyes, and saw the three bears. His teeny weiner tented Cory's sheets. The three bears
laughed. Dustin soon found himself stretched on Daddy Bear's rack as the three bears took turns with their
flaxen haired new love slave.
After a few hours, Ty decided to change channels...