(STORY) NEW YOU - CUB TO DADDY

Test for a new series, where I plan to do full stories and asks/requests can be done in the same setting. So let me know what ya all think.
(sent as a msg) Ebear88 asks: I’d love to know what a cruel genie would do for a chubby cub that dreams of being a hairy, cigar smoking leather daddy.
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You walked into New You like any other customer. You’d heard about the strange Gaz who ran the place and you’d seen the results with a few people online who ‘claimed’ to have visited the place. Now inside, you finally realized how much bigger the place really was. It has seats for hair cuts, accessors racks that took up several racks, and rows and rows of clothes that ranged from the normal, to the downright costume.
Gaz was already stood by the desk, thick arms crossed, waiting as he always did. “You called mate, so here I am”  You glanced around the large shop as you approached. “Yeah, I’d love to know what a genie would do for a chubby cub like me that dreams of being a hairy, cigar smoking leather daddy”. Gaz smiled, and sparked up a huge spliff. “Sure thing buddy!” He stepped towards you, throwing a huge arm over your shoulder.  Guiding you down, deeper into the shop. Gaz slapped your slight belly “-Nice to have a customer who has a plan. So what about this lot?” he paused, pointing at a wall of gear. Your eyes widened. It was leather of every size and scale, boots and jackets, vests and straps, and it stretched off for many rows. Varying from pup play to American bikers. Gaz reached out to a jacket and tugged it off the rack.
“Try this on for size” You take the leather in your hands. It heavy, and way to big. Comically so. It had large braces on the front and a belt that meant you could attach keys….or a leash and collar. “I dunno, I can’t afford it” Gaz grinned back. “No prices here, you know that. You put that on, it’s yours.” You slowly raised up an arm, unzipping the front, it didn’t smell totally clean but you didn’t think much of it, as you slid it on over your shoulders. Gaz was more than happy to help by zipping the front. “I look like an idiot, this doesn’t even come close to fitting me” You half joke, holding your arms out to the side. Gaz only smiled as you went to undo the zip.
“H-hey. This is a bit-ers-stuck-lil’help?” you tug hard but the zip doesn’t budge, if anything it briefly moves up further. Closing the thick leather tighter around your neck as you struggle. Gaz doesn’t move, but just stands watching as he sparks up another joint. “BURRRRAP-W-what was that” you gasp as a belch forces its way up from no where. Seconds later another, longer this time. You reach to cover your mouth and feel long hairs rub against your hands. You struggle to hold in another burp before your gut expands in unison. “BURRRRRRAPPPP!” Your gut grows further. Your belly soon developers into a ball, pushing forwards from you and filling the baggy jacket. Shoulders and arms feeling tighter and tighter as the heat inside starts to rise. You start to feel those long beard hairs push through your fingers and you fight another belch. Finally it wins over and you almost explode as your gut rumbled forwards and your stomach looses its fight with gravity, dropping over your jeans and rounding into a near perfect ball gut.
Gaz reaches into a pocket and pulls out a cigar, he throws it towards you and without thinking you reach out to grab it. The moment it touches your hand your mind floods with memories of smoking. “W-wot is this mate” You try to say but only manage a rough slurred version as your beard hooks into your mouth and a second later, your also chewing the unlit cigar, making it even harder to talk. “Your right” smiled Gaz “It looks better as a leather vest on someone with your build.” You gasp as the thick sleeves thin and bunch up into a tight vest that hugs your gut. Sweat and musk are released as you can final lift your arms only to find large belts wrapped around your bicep. “F-fuck man, I feel so hot and sweaty” is you manage to say as you take huge drags on the cigar and sway struggling to keep your massive muscled daddy frame stood up.
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“You are a very sweaty guy, dunno why you’d want one that’s locked but that’s your call” As he said it, you felt the locks around your neck, wrists, best and boots snap into place. The chains were thick steel. You finally catch and try to shout to stop “Mate, throw those fucking keys away. Daddy loves his stink” was all that came out though as you rub your newly bald head and hold up a sweaty arm pit. Revealing just some of the matted mess of furr that was covering your body. At some point you’d lost control, when you couldn’t be sure but now you were a by stander, only able to slightly change what you did and said while gaz slapped you on the back. You barely felt it. The layers of muscle, fat, hair and leather only made an audible slapping sound as the sweat snapped against your skin. “Looking buff big man” You looked at Gaz, now you felt like you’d always been taller, when you walked in you’d been this big. “Fuck yeah lil’guy. Great job” You reach into new leather pants to grab your wallet but Gaz leads you to the door holding his hand out. “No this is free, trust me you deserve it, plus I need to get the stink out the place” You let out a deep laugh “Haha, sorry about -BURRRRRUUUURPPP- that, id bath but, ya know-“ you wriggled the locks around your neck and boots. The locks themselves, you’d noticed now, didn’t even have key holes TO BE undone. You would be stuck like this, in these clothes, forever. Oh fuck…
“Yeah I understand, have fun ya big daddy” Gaz watched as his first customer walked out the door. “Sweet, that was easy as fuck. Least he got what he wanted, now let’s see who else needs my help hehe” The genie clicked his fingers and vanished back into the depths of the shop to continue unpacking.