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The heat of the late summer evening pressed down on Marcus like a heavy blanket. The air in his cramped apartment was still and humid. He lay across his bed, stripped down to nothing but a pair of faded yellow briefs. They were loose, standard cotton things, typical of the plain, unnoticeable life he led. Sweat pooled in the shallow hollows of his collarbone. He was scrawny, a constellation of sharp joints and pale skin, his arms thin rods holding his smartphone. He was just mindlessly scrolling through social media, a digital life that mirrored his empty social life. Girls didn't notice him, and heād resigned himself to a life of digital voyeurism.
An ad for 'WishApp' flashed on the screen. His thumb hovered, then pressed. Why not? he thought, a flicker of curiosity momentarily cutting through the heat-induced lethargy. He downloaded it.
The interface was minimal, almost clinical. A simple text box appeared with a direct question: What is your desire?
Marcus let out a self-deprecating snort. He knew exactly what he didnāt have. Confidence. A presence. He stared at the box.
āWhat do I want?ā he said to empty room. He was a skinny, shy straight guy. He wanted a relationship. He wanted to be able to just be with someone. And he wanted a body that meant something, a body that people would respect. He started typing rapidly. He wanted a relationship so he could have sex every time he wanted it. And also, be a proper big muscle guy. He hit send, not even noticing the tiny, fateful typo in the word āguyā.
We appreciate your request. Processing will take some time, the app replied.
He stared at the blank screen, expectingā¦ something. More options? A confirmation code? Nothing. He sighed, disappointed. Thinking it was just a silly gimmick, and he closed the app. Tossing the phone away, Marcus rolled onto his back, closed his eyes, and quickly drifted off to sleep. He had no idea that as soon as his consciousness faded, his body and mind would begin a profound, unstoppable transformation.
His dreams, once filled with vague images of unapproachable girls, began to change. Instead, his subconscious was invaded by images of beautiful, powerful, muscular men. The shapes were defined, the lines confident. He was surrounded by them, not as threatening figures, but as icons of adoration. The dreams felt differentāheavier, thicker, filled with a desire he couldn't quite articulate.
The first physical changes were subtle. His skin tightened. A faint rasp of stubble began to push through on his previously smooth jaw. On his chest, where there had been only pale skin, fine, soft hair began to sprout. He writhed in his sleep, the clean sheets now sticking to a body that was growing in density, in volume.
The process accelerated. A deep, resonant hum seemed to vibration through his bones. The appās 'processing' was intense. His skeletal structure didn't expand dramatically, but his muscle fibers hyper-growth. His deltoids broadened, becoming wide, powerful shelves. The biceps and triceps definition sharpened, his forearms hardening. His chest, once a flat expanse, became wide and massive, the new hair becoming dense and curly, spreading down his sternum. His core tightened into hard, visible blocks of muscle, a six-pack etching itself above a wider, stronger abdomen. Thick, natural hair now covered his chest, abs, and legs.
As the first faint hues of dawn began to bleed through the open window, painting the room in a warm light, the violent crescendo of the transformation finally reached its peak. The frantic shifting and tossing in the bed subsided into a heavy, rhythmic breathing. The skin-and-bones Marcus was completely gone.
In his place lay a magnificent specimen of pure, raw masculinity. His shoulders had expanded into a massive, heroic V-shape, his traps sloped steeply down into wide, boulder-like deltoids that seemed to strain against the very fabric of the mattress. His biceps and triceps muscles were now thick and full, carved with deep, branching veins that pulsed with a newfound, powerful circulation.
His chest had risen into two massive, heavy slabs of muscle, so broad and deep that they shook slightly with each deep breath he took. A thick, masculine carpet of dark, curly hair now completely blanketed his torso, running in a dense line down his defined, rock-hard abdominal wall and disappearing into his waistband.
The change was so absolute that his yellow briefs, which just hours before had hung loosely on his boyish hips, were now stretched to their absolute limit. The cotton fabric was pulled over his heavily thighs and wide hips. Up front, the pouch of the underwear was incredibly tight, straining against a noticeably larger, heavy bulge that pulsed with the intense morning heat. His legs had transformed into thick, powerful pillars,
The transformation was absolute, leaving no trace of the fragile youth who had fallen asleep the night before.
When he woke up, he sat up with a groan. The first rays of morning light illuminating the messy sheets. He didn't immediately notice his change. His mind was still tangled in the powerful, intimate images of his dream.
āWhy do I have morning wood after this strange dream?ā he muttered. The sound of his voice shocked him. It was a deep, gravelly baritone, completely unlike his usual tenor.
He tried to clear his throat, but the deep pitch remained. He finally looked down.
"What!" he roared, the deep voice echoing in the small room.
He ran for the mirror in his bathroom, his now powerful legs nearly knocking him off balance. He stared at his reflection, his eyes wide in absolute disbelief. The face staring back had sharp, chiseled features. A full, well-maintained beard, short-cropped and styled, covered his jaw, matching the neat, styled hair on his head. He looked like an immaculate, well-defined muscle bear. His eyes were wide, taking in the massive chest covered in hair, the sculpted abs, the thick arms, and the deep muscle strength. He ran his hand over his new body, his fingers pressing into hard muscles. He noticed his yellow briefs, now extremely tight, with a very prominent, powerful bulge. His initial panic began to morph into something elseāa strange, thrilling sense of self-awareness.
Suddenly, he heard sounds from the kitchen. The sizzling of eggs, the clatter of a pan.
Marcus slowly pushed open the bathroom door and walked into the hallway. The kitchen door was slightly ajar. He peeked inside. Standing by the stove, his back mostly to Marcus, was another man. The man was massive, a fellow muscle bear with incredibly well-developed muscles. His deltoids were wide, and his biceps bulged as he expertly flipped an egg in a frying pan. His chest was covered in dense hair, matching the hair on his arms and legs. Marcus froze, the sheer, imposing presence of the other man dominating the space.
Marcus watched him. What a man, he thought. Wait, why am I thinking that? Iām not gay. Or am I? The realization of his typo on the app hit him simultaneously with the new, powerful feelings swirling in his core. The dreams had prepared him.
The other man turned around, a friendly expression on his face. He was bearded, with neat, light-colored hair, and he was wearing nothing but a pair of tight red briefs with a nice, round bulge.
"Good morning, sleepy head," the man said, his voice a deep, comforting rumble. "I just made breakfast. I hope you want some."
Marcus took a step forward, the unfamiliar sensations in his transformed body now commanding his actions. His desire for this stranger, this fellow icon of power and beauty, was primal.
"There is one thing I want," Marcus said, his deep voice thick with newfound intent.
He crossed the kitchen, closing the distance between them. The man smiled as Marcus approached. Without a word, Marcus took the other man's body in his powerful hands and kissed him passionately. The man immediately dropped the spatula, his arms wrapping around Marcus's broad shoulders. They pulled each other tight, their muscular bodies pressing together, hair on hair, muscle on muscle, in a sudden, intense embrace.
"Letās get back to bedā¦" Marcus whispered against his lips. The other man simply nodded and pulled him along.
As they left the kitchen, Marcusās phone buzzed. A new notification appeared on the WishApp: Enjoy your wish!
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āDonāt get me wrong, Iām cool with gay dudes and gay chicks but I just donāt understand why you guys need a whole month? Whatās there to celebrate? Itās not like we have a pride month for straight people.ā Kyle mused as he scuffed his trainer against the floor.
Garrett had to do his best not to immediately roll his eyes at his clueless roommate. āItās not just about being part of the LGBTQ. Itās about celebrating how far weāve and everyone that came before us have come. And how far we still need to go until we get real equality. Itās not just about celebrating how much we like being gay. Come on Kyleā¦ā Garrett did his best to explain things to Kyle but it was clear most of what he was saying went right over the straight skater broās head.
āI dunno brah. I feel like you guys have it pretty equal nowadays. I see gay dudes, like, everywhere.ā Kyle retorted, his obliviousness somehow making him sound dumber than he already was. It was clear he didnāt mean anything he was saying in a hateful or derogatory way. It was just the ignorance of a straight man shining bright.
āNot in the slightest. I wish that were true but weāre still a ways off equal rights.ā Garrett insisted. āI get itās probably hard to grasp if youāre not actually gay but please just trust me.ā
Kyle shrugged. āWhatever you say man. I still think itās a bit over the top. You do you though I guess.ā
Garrett watched as Kyle sauntered off towards his bedroom. He couldnāt help but sigh a little. He could swear theyād had this exact same debate last year during Pride month. And the year before that. Yet every time, no matter how well Garrett explained it, the reason as to why it was so important always seemed to fly over Kyleās head. Garrett liked the guy but Kyle really could be dense sometimes.
Unbeknownst to them both, a great and powerful warlock had been spying on them. Mr Wavell. Invisible as he usually was. Heād been in search of his next experiment and he couldnāt help but think heād found just the right guy in Kyle. He was cute for sure. Lean but very hairy from head to toe with some nice facial hair that really got Wavellās cock pumping. Not to mention that dumb skater bro attitude was enough to make Wavell want to bend him over the side of his bed right here and now before fucking him until the sun comes up.
Immediately Wavell began to think of all the things he could possibly do to Kyle. He could force him to swap bodies with Garrett. He could get him to hulk out of his baggy clothes. Perhaps even add some fat to go with all that hair and make him into a proper bear of a man. Or what if he aged Kyle up to his mid forties just to see how much of a daddy heād become in years to come. Kyle seemed like the type to age like fine wine after all. However, after the conversation heād just witnessed, Wavell soon landed on the perfect change for a man like this.
As Kyle laid on his bed scrolling through his phone, Wavell held out a hand towards him. Purple magic began to sparkle around his fingertips before shooting out towards the oblivious dolt before him. Kyle was none the wiser, his mortal eyes unable to see or detect the magic without Wavellās say so. Before long Kyleās entire body was wrapped in a soft purple glow as he continued to mindlessly scroll past images of half naked women mixed into his feed. The magic pulsed a few times around his figure before focusing down to concentrate on three precise points on his body.
His brain, his cock and his ass.
Kyle couldnāt help but shift around awkwardly on the bed as his ass began to transform first. It was the most subtle of the three but still necessary in Wavellās eyes. Those unremarkable fuzzy cheeks he had hidden away in his baggy shorts started to swell and perk up. Soon gaining a bubblier shape that would jiggle modestly with any step he took. Soon becoming a shapely and supple ass, the likes of which anyone would be tempted to smack just for the sake of watching it ripple.
The 27 year old was none the wiser to his first change. However he couldnāt help but grunt a little when the magic pulsing around his crotch began to morph his cock. All his life, Kyle had been blessed with a horse cock. It was part of the reason he always wore such baggy clothes. Anything too tight would run the risk of looking obscene with how large his manhood was. But that was about to change.
9 hefty inches. Thatās how big Kyleās dick was when he got excited. Even still a staggering 6 inches while soft. Enough to give any man all the confidence he needs in life. But now as Wavellās magic works its was in and around Kyleās prised male organ, that intimidating size began to slip away. Slowly losing inch after inch alongside some of its formerly impressive girth. Kyle barely noticed. Only scratching his groin in oblivious confusion while continuing to scroll his phone.
Before long Kyleās once mighty cock had shrunken down to about half of its former greatness. 5 inches hard and 3 inches soft. Much more modest. It was generous considering Wavell had all the power to give Kyle a tiny little micro dick but he decided not to be quite so cruel. Still it was a far cry from the cock Kyle had once had. It doesn't matter though. Soon enough Kyle wouldn't need a large impressive cock anyway.
With Kyleās cock and ass now changed, his brain was last on the chopping block. The magic swirling around the dome of his head began to intensify as it reached inside of his mind and wormed around until it found what it was looking for. Kyleās sexuality. The previous two changes had just been for Wavellās enjoyment. This one was what he was really in it for.
Kyle found himself feeling oddly faint and lightheaded and Wavellās magic systematically removed any attraction Kyle once had towards women. Draining him of any kind of sexual magnetism for the opposite sex until he was nothing more than a blank slate in that regard. Ready to be remodeled as the warlock saw fit.
Then came the fun part. Wavell had the pleasure of refilling Kyleās sexuality with a pure unbridled lust for cock. Before long his brain had become completely fogged over with thoughts and images of handsome men, both young and old. His heart raced as he failed to stop himself from feeling hot and flushed at the idea of touching another manās hairy chest or kissing his biceps. And of course sucking dick. Wavell would make sure to plant these desires so deep inside Kyleās brain that soon the mere idea of getting fucked by another man would feel like a necessity to him. Like it was something he simply couldnāt live without.
Kyle had become a writhing horny mess on the bed. His phone discarded to one side as he reached a hand down towards his crotch. His diminished cock was as stiff as could be and sensitive to the touch. He reached underneath the waist band to grip it gently. He shouldāve noticed how much smaller it was now but somehow as he wrapped his fingers around the shaft, it felt normalā¦
There was part of his mind that was trying to tell him that something was very wrong. Trying to remind him that he was a straight man despite how much he wanted to bust a nut at the thought of swallowing another dude's cum. Trying to remind him that he liked women as he arched his back at the idea of being speared up the ass by an enormous cock. His mortal brain did everything it could to warn him. But it wasnāt nearly enough to stand against the might of Mr Wavellās potent magic.
Soon enough Kyleās shorts were down around his ankles as he found himself jerking off furiously to the onslaught of hot men that now plagued his mind. Heād turned over on the bed so that his face was on the pillow with his ass up in the air while he reached underneath to touch himself. He envisioned some kind of hunk or daddy coming up behind him and rubbing their dick in between his thick hairy ass cheeks. Teasing his hole gently before finally sliding in and giving him the pounding of a lifetime. It was all he could think about as his former life as a straight man seemed to slip through his fingers.
Wavell nodded to himself as he watched, pleased with his handiwork as always. He absolutely couldāve left it there and moved on after taking some time to enjoy the sight. But when he thought of a way to make this even better, he just couldnāt help himself.
He left Kyle where he was in the bedroom before phasing through the walls and into the living room where Garrett was sat. He was flipping through the TV looking for something to watch, completely unaware of whatād happened to his roommate. The unsuspecting man was equally unaware of how the warlock was about to change him as well.
Mr Wavellās magic reached out towards Garrett similar to how itād reached Kyle. Coiling gently around Garrettās lean but fit frame until he was completely submerged in the warmth of Wavellās sparkling purple magic. Though, just like Kyle, he couldnāt see it. What he would see however was the transformation it was about to bestow upon him.
Garrettās change was no doubt going to be much more physical than Kyleās had been, evident by how the magic seemed to spread itself evenly across his entire body rather than focusing on any specific spots. Then, with a smirk, Wavell used his power to begin aging Garrett up.
Prior to this Garrett had always been just a couple years younger than Kyle, having turned 25 a few months back. But not anymore as Garrett found himself growing older by the second. Quickly rising up through his twenties and into his thirties. He had no idea what was happening to him at first. Only that he felt this bizarre build up of energy pulsing around his body in an oddly pleasurable reverberating wave. Hardly even noticing the way his skin began to look more weathered or the feeling of wrinkles starting to form around his eyes and forehead. Or even how his hairline started to recede more noticeably as he started to approach his forties.
Garrett let out a low and satisfied grumble as he allowed his head to fall back against the couch. He shouldāve questioned this weird and unnatural sensation but it felt too damn good. So much so that his eyes fluttered shut just dark brown hair began to see wisps of silver that didnāt waste any time multiplying as he continued along his forties. Even the mild hair on his chest and face started to gain a salt and pepper touch.
And finally Garrett reached his early fifties. Luckily for him, the rapid aging came to a screeching halt soon after. He was left looking like a delicious dad who most would agree was a dilf that could absolutely get it. Still lean and fit but now with a bit more mature edge. It was immediately clear that Garrett was just one of those men that age like fine wine. Only looking better as they look older. Wavell had just helped him skip to the good part. But he wasnāt finished.
āThereās still room to dad-ify you a little more I thinkā¦ā Wavell muttered to himself. So he urged his magic on just a little bit further to keep moulding Garrettās body.
The result of this was for Garrettās stomach to rumble loudly. It was an omen for what was to come as seconds later, his once slender physique swiftly began to swell with fat. His lean muscle softening slightly under layers of string capable flesh. His growing arms filled out the sleeves of his shirt slightly. Those ballooning thighs strained the seams of his pants. His once hard chest couldnāt help but sag ever so slightly. But most notably of all, his belly started to expand until he was left with a nice hefty dad gut.
Wavell made sure to add a few final touches like making sure to fill out Garrettās face with a little bit of chub as well as granting him a nice dad butt to match his belly. But even after adding all that sexy new weight to Garrettās frame, Wavell was still hungry for more dadification.
āHmmmmā¦ How about some extra fur.ā Wavell shrugged before snapping his fingers.
The magic around Garrett glowed brightly again. Then in an instant, newfound body hair began to sprout around his chubby new dad bod. Swirling around his chest and stomach the most but also giving his legs, ass and arms a good helping too. He still wasnāt quite as hairy as Kyle but he wasnāt far off. Especially as his beard grew fuller than ever before.
āAlmost perfect. Just one last thingā¦ā
The purple glow moved now and concentrated only on Garrettās groin. Swirling desperately around his bulge as it began to flood his dick with transformative energy similar to whatād happened to Kyle. Only Garretās cock didnāt get smaller. Quite the opposite. It started to grow rapidly. Getting longer and girthier while his balls get fatter and fuller. Not stopping until Garrett was carrying an enormous drooling daddy cock between his legs.
Wavell grinned. āThere. Now thatās a daddy.ā
As the magic finally began to dissipate, so did the warm pleasurable sensation thatād been keeping Garrett distracted. As such he found himself opening his eyes again slowly only to look wide eyed down at his new form.
āW-w-w-what the f-FUCK!ā He roared in a panic. Even his voice was different. More gravely and aged. His hands flew to his midsection, grabbing his belly in disbelief. He was lost for words with no idea how to react beyond simply squeezing his gut a few times to confirm it was real. Every instinct was screaming at him that it was impossible. And yetā¦ he couldnāt even remember what his body was supposed to look like? Wavell had already taken the step of removing most of Garrettās knowledge of his younger self. Before long heāll believe heās always been this thick older daddy. But a little extra push to help get his mind off things couldnāt hurt right?
At last Wavell undid the invisibility shimmer on himself, allowing Garrett to see the warlock standing before him.
āWhoa!? W-where did you come from?!? Who are you?!?!ā Garrett shouted in a panic, understandably so. Unfortunately he wouldnāt get an answer to his question.
Before he had a chance to wrap his mind around what the hell was happening, the suited stranger before him reached out and grabbed either side of Garrettās head. Mr Wavellās eyes began to glow a deep violet as he cradled Garrettās head in his hands. Garrett sank under his control in a matter of seconds. Nobody could resist his gaze.
āYou love being a daddy. Ultimately itās your life's purpose, isnāt it?ā Wavell told Garrett like it was a fact.
āI love beingā¦ a daddy. Itās my purposeā¦ā Garrett repeated back to Wavell
āAnd right now your boy is sitting all alone in his room, begging for someone to go and satisfy his hole. He needs your cock Garrett. He needs daddyās cock.ā Wavellās words sunk in nice and deep.
āMy boyā¦ he needs my cockā¦ā Garrett repeated again, dick hardening slightly against his pants in response.
āYou want to be a good daddy donāt you?ā The warlock asked.
Garrett nodded slowly but surely.
āThen get in there and fill your boy with a nice fat load to show him just how much he matters to you. Understand?ā Wavell smiled.
āYesā¦ sir.ā Garrett confirmed.
Wavell leaned in and kissed Garrett on the forehead āGood man. I know youāll do well.ā He said before slowly pulling his hands back and releasing Garrett from his gaze. āNow get in there.ā
Garrett didnāt waste a second. He practically leapt up from the couch before making his way down the hallway towards Kyleās room. Wavell followed behind him, watching as Garrett opened the door only to be greeted by a glorious sight. Kyleās ass was still up in there air, waving side to side as he jerked himself off. Who could possibly resist an invitation like that. Garrett couldnāt stop himself from pouncing on Kyleās furry ass. The first thing he did was stuff his face nice and deep before eating out his hole like a pro.
At first Kyle was a little confused as to what was happening. The hot daddy thatād just walked into his room looked weirdly like his roommate, only older and fatter. Was it Garrettās dad he wondered? He was too honey to keep questioning it though. All he knew was that the universe had blessed him with a hot daddy who was eager to fulfil his need for cock. And he welcomed it readily.
After recasting the invisibility shimmer on himself, Wavell took a seat on a nearby chair next to the bed. Watching tentatively as Garrett worked his way to finally plunging his huge dad cock inside Kyleās hole. The sensation of which caused Kyleās much smaller dick to pulse harder than it ever couldāve from masturbation. Before long Kyleās face was buried deep into his pillow while Garrett made sure to drive his cock down to the hilt with every mighty thrust. More than eager to breed and claim his new boy.
Wavell smiled. He couldnāt help but feel like these two were going to enjoy their lives a hell of a lot more now. And as for Kyle and his attitude towards pride month, itās probably safe to say that he might have a change of tone by next year when heās going to parades and celebrating with his new daddy.
Honoring this and the few posts that would follow to OāMelissokomos from the original CYOC.net who made the earliest comics Iāve ever been exposed to for muscle growth and transformations ā I fully know that these may be directly based on the drawings they made over 2 decades ago but to share them again would mean having more people know about their work ā https://www.cyoc.net/index.php?set_albumName=Ozone-01&name=NS-Gallery&include=view_album.php
Max Biggerman, one of the tenured cops of New York, was on his regular rounds around his section of the city.
Max wasnāt exactly the poster-image of the perfect cop but his record and reputation walked into the room before he even got in. With over 20 years of dedicated service to the precinct, what would you expect? But, now that he was 43, all the donuts throughout all those years have caught up to him.
His weight and cholesterol have been pulling his performance down a few notches and the captain had assigned him to do regular rounds ā both following that he knows what to look out for and so that he could get some exercise.
āCalling for backup on 107 and 32nd, we got a big groupā Max heard over on his radio āOn my wayā he replied.
As he got to the scene, it looked to him like it was a drug bust. What perplexed him was it wasnāt normal for these things to happen in broad daylight.
āWhat do we have here?ā Max asked one of the lieutenants handcuffing some of the suspects āJust a regular bust sir, though we assume they tried hiding this in daylight to avoid suspicionā the lieutenant replied. āIām new to this sort of thing Max, mind if you take over logging in evidence?ā the lieutenant asked. āSure but you owe me a dozen donuts when we get backā Max said jokingly
As they brought over the suspectsā cars over to the precinct for further inspection and cleaning, Max collected each item from their cars. āWhat were these guys trying to do? Mix up a cocktail or something?ā he said.
As he reached in again into the cushions of the cars he immediately winced in pain
As it turned out, one of the suspects purposefully hid one of the syringes into the backseat. āWHAT THE HELL!ā Max shouted as the syringe deposited its remaining contents into his bloodstream
āFuck, gotta get this checked statā he said as he rushed back inside the precinct to get first aid. Luckily some of the rookies were trained in some first aid. He stayed in the precinct for hours to see if the syringe had an impact on him or anything, luckily for him again nothing happened (for now) but the captain told him to get checked at the hospital first thing tomorrow.
It was already late when he finally got home but he couldnāt stop thinking about that syringe. āDamn it, what couldāve been in there?!ā he wondered as he inspected his hand again. āThankfully I donāt feel anythingā he said but promised himself to get to the hospital tomorrow morning
As he laid in bed to get ready to sleep, he then started feeling intense heat and pain
āOkay this must be fucking it thenā Max exclaimed as he clutched his pillows tight from the intense pain. The heat his body was generating was making him sweat profusely āGAAAAAAAHHH FUCK!ā he continued as he tossed and turned in bed
He reached for the pills he prepared ahead of time on his nightstand and drank as much as he could ā he assumed it would help him ease any pain heād encounter if the syringe did anything to him at night.
It got to a point where his body just gave up and caused him to quickly pass out
What was interesting was the contents of the syringe was really just a junkieās own concoction but pairing that with years of donuts, a (very) high cholesterol and fat storage, and the meds Max took, that all resulted into something new altogether.
As he was passed out on the bed, the changes started occuring like clockwork throughout the night.
First, his body started deflating. Years of accumulated fat started melting away from his body through his sweat until he was barely recognizable.
Second, his body started slowly creeping longer vertically. Over the course of 5 hours, his body stretched from his 5ā10ā to a commanding 6ā5ā. Thankfully the clothes he had on were big enough to cover him up, following they were all 3XL and all.
Third and finally, the major changes started manifesting just before sunrise. The amount of fat heād lost came back 3X stronger in the form of pure rock hard muscle
His once flabby arms were now absolute cannons, thankfully he had a gun ownerās permit for being a cop. Each bicep were as big, if not bigger, than his own head. His pecs were now so obscenely huge that they would block his view downwards while rested. The deep valley they made practically stretching the shirt fabric to their limits. His neck practically packed on so much muscle that it flared a bit wider than his now chiseled jaw
His shoulders and back didnāt disappoint either as he now occupied more space of his bed than before.
It was already 6:30AM and his alarm went off. Max woke up with a start as he felt the damp bedsheets. He immediately stood up from bed, getting virtigo in the process.
As he got his bearings, thatās when he finally saw what had happened to him
āN-no this canāt be realā he said as he looked down and saw nothing but his shirt - his pecs stretching the fabric so far out that he couldnāt see his feet. Something only his stomach wouldāve done before
Max continued and felt up his chest only to be met with 8 cobblestone abs and a deep crevasse that lined his now prominent pectorals.
After that realization he rushed to his mirror to see things more clearly
In the mirror stood a man he couldnāt recognize at all ā it wasnāt him per se. The man in the mirror no longer had the weight of a thousand bear claws and beaver tails and cups of coffee, the man he saw was practically perfect in every way and then some.
āThis canāt be me can it?!ā He exclaimed as he raised an arm to flex. The man in the mirror followed suit. The bicep he flexed now in full view āJeez thatās a gun violation right thereā he said as he gawked at the sheer size of it
āShit whatāre the boys and the chief gonna say about this when I enter looking like an absolute behemothā he said as he continued inspecting his now massive physique. He had so much energy that he felt like he could run a marathon āGod, look at me thinking I could run a marathonā Max exclaimed as he felt how light on his feet he was ā all thanks to his now massive tree trunk legs.
As he got ready for work, he tried on his uniform. He was afraid it wouldnāt fit him but luckily it did āThank God I wore a 4XL uniformā he said as he barely could fit his arms in and close the buttons. Unfortunately his pants didnāt fit so he had to settle for the uniform shorts
At the precinct, all eyes were practically glued onto him with jaws all on the floor. Not everyday you get a man that had to duck and pivot to get inside
āHey fellas, Iām looking for the captain. Anyone seen him around?ā Max asked some of the policemen there. All of them shaking and staring in fear and bewilderment. āHeās in his officeā one of them finally replied.
āAh Biggerman, you done visiting the hospital after yesterdayās fiasco?ā the captain said before looking up from his paperwork. āNot yet Iām afraid, something came upā Max replied. āWell I told you to go there firā HOLY SHIT WHAT HAPPENED?!ā The captain exclaimed as he looked up to the new and improved Max. āGrowth spurt chief. Can I ask if I could get the case files from yestersay? Wanted to figure *this* out myselfā he said gesturing at his bicep that was struggling with the 4XL sleeve
āHere be my guest man, take all the time you needā the chief replied āBe sure to still get checked alright, I donāt want this precinct to be liable for creating The Hulkā
āGot it bossā Max replied back holding the case files
Max made his way out of the office immediately after getting the files to check who the suspects were and what they were mixing and concocting
Max went on to discover the total sting operation by uncovering a cult trying to genetically force their way into superhero-hood via a special mix of chems that wouldāve altered a personās physicality (and libido). Unfortunately their work ended up being inconclusive until Max.
Max went on to eventually get named Cop of the Year by the chief for uncovering the entire operation but heās thankful that he now had Max, the absolute unit of a man of precinct 7 on the job to make the city safe
Secretly though, Max had successfully acquired a booster shot from one of the uncovered labs. āGotta get a boostā he said as he inspected another syringe waiting to outgrow the office
You were just leaving the Student Wellness Center after putting in your best effort to bulk up. You had been doing pretty well at making it a habit but you were really wishing there was some sort of cheat you could do to speed things up.
As you were nearing the double glass doors of the exit, the guy in front of you had something fall out of his gym bag. Without thinking, you scooped it up and were just about to call after him when you realized the thing you were holding was kind of damp and a bit musky. You look down and realize you had unthinkingly picked up this manās jockstrap.
You spotted the garbage and were about to toss it when something deep within you made you pause and quietly pack it into your own bag. After that, you went about your boring day of classes and didnāt think about it again until you began your homework that evening.
You tried so hard to concentrate but you kept thinking about the jockstrap in your bag and how sexy the hairy muscular football player that dropped it was. You stare at your notes for a couple unproductive minutes when at last you canāt resist it anymore and run to your bag and snatch it out.
Itās still a bit damp and the musk emitting from it is ripe but in a way that begins to make you so horny that your cock begins to get hard. Timidly, you lift it up to your face and take in a deep inhale. You can almost feel the musk as it penetrates deep into your lungs. āGod, this scent is intoxicatingā you think to yourself as you take another whiff before you head back to your desk to resume your studies.
For a couple minutes you manage to put in some real effort to complete your homework but are interrupted by a tingling sensation across your body. Goosebumps donāt seem to be the case here as it feels more intense and the tingling quickly becomes a sharp pins and needles feeling. Youāre so distracted by the feeling that you donāt even notice as chest hair begins to form and slowly curl its way through the neck opening of your t-shirt. Your armpits begin to itch as well while your pit hair gets longer, thicker, and sweatier.
The sensation makes you give up on homework for the night and you head to you bed. Along the way you decide to grab the jockstrap again because whatās the harm in another sniff? You donāt even bother to take off your clothes before hopping on the mattress, jock in hand, and begin the take deep inhales while you play with your hard on beneath the zipper of your pants.
Laying there all gooned out, you donāt notice as your cock begins to elongate and gain some heft. You just assume itās still getting hard because of how turned on you are right now. You do however, notice the tingling sensation down there as your shaft begins to become hairy and a thick dark bush of pubes sprout at the base of your cock.
You canāt take it anymore and you begin to strip your clothes off revealing all the new hair growth along your body. Your arms and legs have a nice black carpet of hair and your stomach has a tidy little treasure trail leading down to your cock. Thatās when you finally notice that your dick has miraculously gained 3 inches in length making it a whopping 8 inches long. The length isnāt the only thing shocking as itās also about as thick as a beer can now.
Itās a good thing you stripped too as youāre about to need a whole new wardrobe. As you stroke your new fat cock you see the skin on you stomach start to churn like waves rollling across a see of pink. The churning starts to ease as thick washboard abs begin to form their way up your abdomen creating a six pack that you could never have imagined being there before. It doesnāt stop there though, your pecs start to swell and inflate under all of that new chest hair as they gain muscle mass and your nipples harden at the feeling of pleasure this is all bringing you.
You grab the jock and inhale deeply again as you begin stroking your cock even harder. The changes start coming on faster too as your feet go from a size 9.5 to 12 inches. Your calves expand as well as your thighs, the look of them is so astounding that it almost reminds you of the marble statues of nude male forms that youāve seen in museums except a lot hairier!
You feel a bit of precum on your cock and instinctively move the jock down to wipe it up and then continue your bait sesh. As you stroke, you see your arms begin to bulk up as your biceps and triceps start to bulge out from your arms and the veins in your arms began to strain as if ready to pop. The ecstasy of this sudden growth is finally too much and loads of cum burst from your new thick hairy cock, drenching your chest hair and even the bedsheets.
The transformation leaves you exhausted and you pass out from finally having achieved release. When you wake in the morning you head to the bathroom and admire the muscular form you see looking back at you with its thick cock twitching in anticipation of another go. You head back to your room to get ready for the day before realizing that none of your clothes fit anymore. You see the jockstrap on your pillow and donāt even hesitate to grab it and slide it on. The fabric hugs your cock perfectly and the straps frame your hairy muscular ass like itās a prized oil painting. āThank god I found that jockstrapā you think as you give the straps a playful snap āitās the only clothing I have that fits.ā
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Marco had always thought he should look hairier than he did, he came from a long line of men that were far more hirsute than himself. He father, uncles and brother all looked more like they fit the part. At thirty, half Greek and half Italian, he had the dark brows, the warm olive skin, the thick lashes, even the stubborn black hair on his head that needed cutting every three weeks. But below the neck, his body had never gotten the message. A few curls gathered around his pecs, a faint trail ran below his navel, and his beard came in like a bad rumor: patchy along the cheeks, thin at the chin, and never full enough to keep.
He found the hair tonic in a tiny old barbershop wedged between a Mexican bakery and a tailor, the kind of place that still smelled like bay rum and hot towels. The bottle was dark green glass with a handwritten label: For stubborn roots. Use sparingly. The old barber, who had a silver mustache so thick it looked carved from ivory, warned him not to overdo it. Marco laughed, paid cash, and that night rubbed a generous amount across his jaw, thenābecause why notāover his chest, stomach, arms, and shoulders.
That night, while he slept, his body underwent a metamorphosis. Hair sprouted, little by little, along his pecs, joining up with the hair pushing out from his abdomen and sliding down his stomach. His beard followed suit - both lengthening and thickening.
By morning, his pillow was dusted with black bristles. His jaw itched fiercely from his new dense beard. On his body, the hair had spread thickly across his abdomen, chest and connected with the hair on his shoulders and arms. Even his back was coated in a thick growth of new hair.
The bathroom mirror told no lies, he watched with stunned fascination as the empty spaces in his beard had filled in overnight, dark and coarse, connecting his mustache to his cheeks and chin for the first time in his life. The little curls around his pecs had spread into a thick mat across his chest, dipping heavily down his stomach. His forearms looked darker. His shoulders had new hair curling over them. Even the backs of his hands had changed. He felt stronger, manly - finally like one of the men in his family.
He should have panicked, but instead he kept turning in the mirror, lifting his arms, rubbing his new beard, watching the man looking back at him become more solid by the minute. The sparse, unfinished version of himself was gone. In its place stood someone heavier in presence, more Mediterranean, more rugged, as if the body he had always expected had finally arrived all at once.
The bottle sat on the sink, still half full. Marco picked it up, read āUse sparinglyā again, and smiled under a beard that now hid most of his old uncertainty.
By that afternoon, Marco couldnāt stay home with his new body hiding under a sweatshirt. He put on a low-cut black tank and went to the gym at the busiest hour, pretending he was only there to lift. But every mirror caught him differently now: the dense black hair rising from his chest, the full beard sharpening his jaw, the dark hair across his arms catching under the bright fluorescent lights.
Men noticed. Some glanced quickly and looked away. Others held eye contact a beat too long. Marco worked through curls and presses with a focus he barely felt, enjoying the quiet shock of being seen as the kind of man he used to stare at.
Near the dumbbell rack, a broad-shouldered guy with a close fade and a salt-and-pepper beard kept finding reasons to lift nearby. Their eyes met in the mirror between sets. No words at first, just a smile, then another. When the man finally nodded toward the locker room, Marco felt that same strange rush heād felt staring at the tonic bottle: curiosity, nerves, permission. He followed a minute later, heart pounding under the thick sweat-matted hair on his chest.
In the quiet row of lockers, away from the clang of weights and the bright gym floor, the man was waiting by the sinks. āNew here?ā he asked, eyes dropping briefly to Marcoās beard, then his shorts, before returning to his face. Marco almost laughed. New, yesābut not in the way he meant. āYou could say that,ā he replied.
The older man stepped closer, and Marco didnāt move away. Their first kiss was slow and certain, the kind that made Marco realize the tonic hadnāt only changed how other men saw him. It had changed how willing he was to be seen.
Marco grabbed the man by the hand and led him deeper into the locker room into an unoccupied shower stall. He pulled off his own black tank top - eager for his new hirsute body to be seen and admired.
āWoof - youāre so fucking hairy and hotā the older man said as he reached both arms to Marcoās chest, rubbing his hands through his chest hair and kissing him again. āTell me, does that thick coarse hair go all the way down to your dick?ā
Marco leaned his back against the shower stall wall and replied āI guess youāll have to find outā as he put a hand on the older manās shoulder and applied a gentle downward pressure.
Catching the clue, the older man grabbed Marcoās shorts and underwear and lowered them to the damp shower floor, releasing Marcoās semi-erect thick dick and hairy bush from their confines. He then brought his mouth near Marcoās dick and deeply inhaled the musky smell of the younger manās post-workout sweat, accentuated by his thick mat of pubes.
āI see it does,ā the man said as he wrapped his lips around Marcoās cock - it instantly swelling inside his soft warm mouth.
As the stranger started sucking him off, Marco looked down at his newly hairy chest, sweat glistening in beads on his body hair. He rubbed a hand through his own beard, and stuck his tongue out to taste his mustache - fully absorbed in himself as the older man worked his cock.
It didnāt take long for Marco to get close - āWhere do you want me to cum?ā he whispered to the man with his mouth balls deep around his cock. The stranger looked up, backed off Marcoās member and said ādown my throat, you hairy hot fucker.ā He then deep throated Marcoās dick pushing him over the edge - Marco grabbed the manās head and started fucking into his mouth while erupting down his throat - biting his own arm to muffle his moans.
The older man let Marcoās dick go limp in his mouth, sucking up every drop of cum before rising to his feet, deeply kissing Marco then backing off. āMy nameās Ken,ā he said, āI hope to see you around the gym soon.ā Ken gave Marco a little wink, grabbed his crotch, and then slipped away.
Marco could only stare from behind the shower stall with a towel wrapped around his waist as Ken vanished back into the gym. āJesus,ā he muttered, āI need to apply more hair tonicā¦ā
Constantly annoyed by his androgyny, David stumbles onto a spam ad that leads to his first facial hair and unknowingly condemns his latest overly masc ex to the twinkdom he's leaving behind.
Pretty standard role swap/masc theft! Twinky bottom to hairy top though much of the opposite changes happen off screen. At any rate, hope you enjoy this tale of Twink Theft! -Occam
And so began the same argument that has led to the end of each and every one of Davidās previous relationships. Sure, he knows heās beautiful. Angelic many of his one night stands and observers from afar frequently point out. Heās a model by default and his face card is perfect bait for men to just fall at his feet.
David frequently finds himself with men almost stereotypically masculine, alpha bros and DL hoes are always drawn to his androgyny. But rarely do they ever consider anything but his looks. When the cherubic man can no longer hold back his ire at being considered just a pretty face they fight and then abandon him for some other waifish twink. Leaving him feeling like nothing more than a soft-skinned doll for them to play with and abandon.
Curled up in the passenger seat of his current horndog flingās car, David looks from underneath his tangle of perfectly coiffed curls as Mattias just stares down the open road. Glancing at the hairy jungles covering the manās torso and pits, David yearns to feel the scratch of hair against his body. The closest thing he can ever experience to growing it himself.
For half a moment the model believes that perhaps Mattias is reflecting, thinking about their argument. Considering Davidās point of view at all. When a hand drifts to adjust a bulge clearly visible in his pants itās clear thereās only one thing on his mind. And David is certainly not going to let that happen tonight.Ā
āYouāre not even listening.ā
āShiiiit, I mean cāmon babe. Be serious. You couldnāt even grow facial hair if you tried. I just dunno why youāre being such a lil bitch about it.ā
Bony arms hugging his long legs, draped with pants he purloined from a shoot, David feels a fire burning within him. Heās not even been allowed to try. His agency would can him on the spot. Staring at the small mustache decorating Mattiasā upper lip he reaches to feel his own smooth, soft face. Heās going to try.
āI donāt care what you think, Iām going to stop waxing. Keep complaining, see what else I might decide to try. Asshole.ā
Eyes flitting to his passenger, Mattias reaches over to feel Davidās inner thigh. āSo, uhhh, that means weāre not-ā
āFuck off you horny fucking- Spend half an hour thinking about anything but my ass and maybe, maybe I wonāt lose your number.ā
Clicking his tongue, Mattias throws his head against his headrest and starts rerouting to drop David off at his home. Sure that his dick is anything worth craving he assumes Davidāll come crawling back to him by the end of the week, femme-er than ever. Smirking as he nods farewell to the man, he imagines soft hairless cheeks bouncing on him come Tuesday and quickly redownload Grindr to try and satisfy his still throbbing cock.
Watching yet another mindless jerk abandon him to his insecurities, David is of a different mind. This time itās going to be different. As soon as the tail lights of Mattiasā shit box are out of sight, David begins his research.Ā
Itās not long at all before David comes across a targeted ad. Formatted like any other, on the left thereās a twink that the model swears heās seen before, on the right is a perpetually bear-faced man. Face overgrown with itchy stubble and capstoned by a burly mustache that makes Davidās mouth water.
Averse to cumming in his pants from a spam-ad, David does his best to stop imagining the twinkās journey to become the hairy hunk opposite him. He can just picture the bleach blonde hair giving way to that ruddy brown as his hairline retreats. Stubble growing so quickly itās not even worth trimming. David bites his lip to stop from imagining his bulky figure out of frame.
Trailing past both the familiar ditzy twinkās lolling tongue and the alluring garden of chest fur on his alleged new self, David reads the caption. āHow I became a man with ONE simple trickā
Rather than inviting whatever malware hides behind this jpeg onto his system, David scrawls through his instagram hoping against hope that he does actually know this man. Lo and behold he miraculously finds him, though as of late the twinkās has been dry.
Refusing to acknowledge the reality that this ad probably just stole an image from this mystery modelās account, David prepares to cold-DM this man he doesnāt really know. Desperate to feel the way he has always craved, desperate to change, he types his message:
āHey Hi! Peyton right? Funny thing :P I just found an ad of u and this like,,, lumberjackey otter? U know anything about this?ā
Within the minute the man replies:
ālmaooo ya thas me dude so u wanna fucc or what?ā
Shocked at the bizarre response, there are a few false starts before David lands on a message. While he certainly wouldnāt be opposed to getting fucked by the man on the right, his eyes are on the prize of being more like him than anything else.
āAhhhh unfortunately I was more just wondering about the trick the ad mentioned. Like,, is that real? Surely thats like a joke huh?ā
Across town and annoyed at the boner that wonāt be satisfied now that Peyton knows what David wants, the hirsute horndog whines and starts absentmindedly playing with his cock as he prepares to offer David the route to join him. Much like Davidās string of horny tops, heās slightly disappointed for the world to lose such a pretty boy, but he would never stand between someone who wants to join him in his most-masculine form.
And he knows itās not the only change to erupt from Davidās ascension.
āits easy brother just click the link and type the guys name inā
āThe guy?ā
āthe dude who made u feel like shit lil bro sumone u want to take down a pegā
Obeying the strange manās prescription, David takes a deep breath before clicking the ad to find nothing but a small empty text box. Left with nothing to go off besides the manās words, David pictures the most recent jerk to wrong him.ā
Imagining Mattiasā sneer as David explained the pain he feels when he looks in the mirror, the mustache twitching with his lips is impossible to ignore. He yearns to just rip it off the manās face and put it on his own. David quickly types his name into the box. And nothing happens.
MATTIAS
Worried heās fallen for some phishing scam or at the very least made a fool of himself, David quickly hits his keyboard to ask for next steps from Peyton:
āWhat now?ā ā¦ āHello, you there? I typed his name inā ā¦ āK. Well thanks for nothingā
After spamming the man who got him this far with a few more dms, unaware that the man has simply muted his notifications to quickly masturbate, David refuses to be awake any longer and falls into his bed. Tomorrow heāll be over it. Itāll be just another day. Heāll go to a shoot, pose, go home, do his regimen, and then go to bed again.Ā
Ā Sinking into his mattress, David stares at his ceiling. Dimly lit by the computer monitor left on he swears he can see Mattiasā cocky face watching him. After a blink he sees his own, gaunt and smooth, like carved marble.
Seeing his face reflected in the funhouse mirror of his mindās eye, David doesnāt know when sleep overtakes him. When he begins to dream about the man he is going to be, a small smile twitches across his sleepful lips as the slightest itch begins to burn atop them.
The changes he finds in the morning are already too drastic to outright explain, if he could notice anything new besides the slight but unmistakable new mustache, that is. Fingertips instantly poking against the adamant new prickles decorating his face, David rushes to the bathroom to find his new reflection.
Quickly tearing out his phone to get permanent proof of his first facial hair beyond peach fuzz, David is ignorant to how his messy ringlets retracted into the spiky new fade that crowns his slightly retracted hairline.
So focused on the new lip candy as to miss this most prominent of changes, the many more minute alterations absolutely breeze past the excitable new man. Staring at the stubble promising future growth on his chin, he doesnāt notice the rougher hands holding up his phone or the ruddier complexion covering his face.Ā
Underneath the shirt he fell asleep in the first steps of body hair begin to slowly prickle out. Struggling in a biome designed to prevent regrowth, Davidās lasered chest and perma-waxed pits tingle as the first brave new curls begin the first steps towards a total rout of his smooth twinkish form.
Unable to do anything but grin as he delights in the first glimpse of a life and body he never truly saw for himself, David rushes to thank Peyton for putting him onto that strange site. He canāt believe all it took was some manifestation! Funny how a stupid little text-box prompt could be so helpful!
Blissfully unaware of the ocean of changes brewing beneath his skin, David is waylaid by a handful of notifications. Grin turning to a smirk as he imagines itās his manager on his ass for being late to a shoot; little does he know heās got a far bigger surprise in store. Scratching at the barely noticeable itch in his pits, his fingers free the musk that had been baking all night under his heavy shirt.
Half-preparing to send the selfie he took to the man who fought for him to stay femme more than anyone else, David instead finds the handful of texts are from his personal trainer. Of course heās had one since he was brought on by his agency, but reading the handful of missed messages, David is thrown for a loop.
As far as he could remember their routines have always been on keeping him lithe. Maintaining his stick thin figure. Ensuring his cortisol stays low at any cost. To see message after message tearing into David for not taking strength training and bulking up seriously completely derails his train of thought.Ā
Something deep within his chest turns at the idea and without even changing into something more appropriate for the gym, David tears out the door and sprints to his trainerās side. With every step further from his austere apartment, his body continues to adapt to its new status quo.
Calves designed to be draped with baggy pants burst with muscle as each rushing pace springs with more strength. Working from increasingly strained shoes upward, his calves begin to blanket with a soft garden of hair. Burgeoning curls tug at the air soaring by as they yearn to connect with the thickening patch of pubes surrounding a permanent-semi that David is struggling with as he continues his heady jog.
Before he even arrives at the gym he has already become an altogether different man. The step-above-peachfuzz mustache that languished on his face when he woke up has continued to thicken and now hangs entirely over his upper lip. Across his whole body his bony figure has continued to fill out from the exertion of his sprint to the gym.Ā
Biceps bulge onto his thin arms as they cut through the morning air on his run. Sleeves of a shirt not designed to be within a city-block of a gym are quickly strained as dark stains under his burgeoning shoulders show the beginnings of his tangled pits seeding proof of their existence.
Smelling the unpleasant odor of his morning breath joining the aura of body odor steaming in his wake, David feels his underwear strain as his hips readjust and grow mid stride. Panting like a dog he moans from soreness burning as new muscle strands thicken and bulge onto his powerful limbs.Ā
Filled with gratitude greater than he can understand to the man who ushered him into this ecstatic change, he once more goes to message Peyton only to find a plethora of new messages from none other than Mattias.Ā
āWhat did you fucking do to me you bitch.ā
Absolutely no idea what thatās about, David stares dumbfounded at the screen before his attention span in high-demand is summoned by his trainer as he bumbles into the gym, late. āYou ready to go or what princess?ā Butterflies in his stomach quiver at the words, heās not a princess anymore. And heās going to prove it to Mattias, his trainer, and anyone else who gets in his way.
His chest burns with a need to grow as he makes his way over to a bench. The act of laying down alone causes his thin chest to bulge larger. The buttons that always hung loosely on his sternum fly off into the gym as pecs fill his sweat-stained shirt to its breaking point before sending lancing tears further down his chest.
Through each new open seam and widening hole, the hidden hair prickling across Davidās torso makes itself known. Having expanded well beyond a paltry patch connecting a handful of curls swirling around his formerly petite nipples, the swath of tangled jungle covering his bulging pecs races to make itself seen. His growing chest aids in this as the single button still feigning modesty on his shirt bursts free to reveal the curls climbing towards his neck.
Feeling the pump of growth, his heart racing, David grunts and groans as torso firms and expands to compete with his strengthening limbs and eye-catching chest. Quickly filling the shirt like rising dough in a tin, David barely holds back a horny scream as he feels the fabric tear to shreds off his body.Ā
Standing nearby for obvious reason, Davidās trainer simply stares blankly as his once doelike ward has grown into a stag. Watching as his face prickles with thicker stubble surrounding his gritted teeth, staring as arms that he swears were to be deliberately untouched thicken and trail with veins, the trainer has a burning urge to keep him here in the gym as long as possible.
To this end he reaches up to usher David to the next machine, opting to reach for the small of the manās back for lusty greed alone, he bites his lip as he feels the beginnings of his traineeās ass hair creeping up towards his shoulders. Unlike the still perma-poised David, the trainer doesnāt quite quiet a whimper from feeling up his sweaty back. āMhhmm~ā
Shocked to hear as much from someone David wouldāve sworn was straight, David turns in surprise to stare at his visibly horny trainer. Blush paints the broish manās cheeks and the twitching package he canāt hide makes it clear heās certainly not red in the face from his own scant workout.
Stepping away David watches as his needy hands fall away. Gulping with need, thereās surely a part of the hitherto professional trainer that knows there is something strange alluring him to David, but when he sees the growing manās bicep twitch even larger his train of thought has no recourse but to pull out all the stops to keep him close.
David knows heās hot stuff, and this wouldnāt be the first time heās gotten googoo eyes from a āstraight man,ā but somethingās off. Scratching his head he feels how his hair texture has shifted. As clear as he feels itchy tufts of thick hair in his pits rubbing the sides of his chest as he moves his arm, his thicker fingers feel hair that is both thicker and thinner than it should be.
Texture more akin to fur than the downy curls he once had, in real time he feels whatās left of his modelās do retract into a tight and rough buzz. Memories of a hair routine before bed every night dissolve to be replaced by David just rolling into a barber and getting the most basic cut they have to offer.
Glancing towards his trainer he feels something profound shift within his chest. Heās used to attention sure, but having a truly masc man stare at him with needy jealousy has awoken something within him. His own cock twitches and he reaches down to adjust it. When the trainerās needy eyes follow Davidās hand his newfound cockiness only grows.
He can almost feel the thick hair coating his chest thicken as his adorerās mouth falls open in need. He does feel the cock that heās only recently begun to fondle grows even more, only a semi thus far if David didnāt know any better heād swear it was already larger than the most turgid erection heās ever had.Ā
Having humored the man enough, Dave feels a profound urge to play with his food for just a second longer before dipping. Glancing at the muscular figure heās always admired he doesnāt feel nearly the same heat that the trainer evidently has for him. Feeling his phone still blowing up in his back pocket heās reminded heās got a bitch- er, heās still got Mattias to deal with.
To point he challenges his trainer.Ā
āWhatās the problem with you?ā
Sheepishly the trainer averts his eyes from the center of Daveās chest where the hair is so thick that one truly can only guess that thereās skin beneath. Halfheartedly pointing to the next machine he viscerally feels any authority he once had over Dave slip away.
āJust let me go.ā
Knowing deep within himself that this is profoundly wrong, that the twink he was hired to keep fit and keep femme has grown into a man like heās never seen, when Dave pushes past him towards the exit of the gym the only thing he can do is giggle from feeling his sweaty skin against his own. Dave doesnāt even look back as he stomps out of the gym, hairy feet exposed as the tennis shoes he had on finally give way to the massive stompers this top heavy body requires.
Left behind, the trainer feels lightheaded as the source of his confusion leaves him be. Slightly worried heās going to get chewed out for something out of his control, by the time Dave pulls out his phone and begins walking towards Mattiasā he doesnāt even remember having Dave as a client. Itās not like his employers had any interest in fashion for men who think deodorant is optional.
Finally free from the gym, Dave allows the asshole blowing up his phone some attention. Every message is whinier than the one that came before. Scrolling up to the first, Dave finds it the usual aggressive diatribe heād expect from a man he chose explicitly for being a macho loser but with every step closer to the present his messages tinge with emotion.
āI no u did this u little bitch when i see u its over
āLook idk what I did but u need to stop it. Please I cant show up to my boys lookin like thisā
āFine, shit! Maybe I deserved it but you gotta stop. I donāt want to be some hairless twink.ā
āPleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseplease.ā
Every message only makes the hunger within Dave grow. Reading Mattias beg and whine and cry only makes him feel more. Bigger, hairier, hornier. Each heavy step towards this manās house hits harder as his thighs bulk up to support his widening chest and the thickening cock between them.Ā
The mustache on his face thickens and hangs lower to cover the entirety of his upper lip. The dense thicket on his pecs decides itās not enough as thick curls launch towards his shoulders and musty pits. His midsection continues to thicken as the thin arrow of a treasure trail that once pointed to his tangled pubes widens to engulf the whole of his heavy new muscle gut.Ā
Gym shorts he didnāt remember changing into are taut on his ass as it sends a couple tears straight down his ass crack, partly exposing his jockstrap and the dense tangles it struggles to corral to the open air. Dave canāt help but continue to read Mattiasā appeals as he grows. Thick vein bulging down his biceps as a coat of curls races down his muscular shoulders to meet the prodigious jungle on his forearms.
Grunting as he feels his cock strain the front of his shorts he wonders if heās going to make it to Mattiasā without being criminally indecent. Seeing his thick cockhead near the lip of his shorts he finds Mattiasā most recent messages have switched their tune.
āIāll fucking do anything babe please, anything but my cock.ā
āI wish I had a cock like yoursā¦
āGod youāre so hot, I just wish I could be more like youā¦ā
Doubletaking at the idea of this once vainer than life machismo obsessed douche yearning to be like him, less than a moment later Dave smirks and remembers his reality. Of course Mattias wants to be like him, who wouldnāt. The twinkās wrapped around his meaty finger just like anyone lucky enough to get to ride on his cock would be. Scratching his hairy gut he decides he wants to see his prize.Ā
Deigning to reply at last, Dave just sends two words. āFacetime meā
Within a second Daveās phone is ringing for Mattias. Seeing his old profile picture Dave canāt recognize the middling man before him. Nothing like the twink he knows and loves to fuck, still he lets the mystery manās face stay on his phone for a moment longer to leave Mattias waiting. Offering the perfect juxtaposition between Mattiasā new and old self.
āHey daddyyyy~ Are you coming over or what?ā
Even the most powerful supernatural effect couldnāt stop Dave from being stunned in his tracks, shocked at the twink, jittery with need, now performatively shimmying on the facetime call. Staring at the pathetic remains of the mustache and goatee Mattias once prided himself over, Dave feels his cock twitch and drip with pre as it finally escapes his shorts.
Accidentally grabbing a few curls on his thigh as he yanks his shorts back down to poorly hide his throbbing rod, Dave grunts in pain which causes Mattias to gasp as his thicker lips purse into a pout. āAre you okay baby?ā
His airy whine drives Dave into one final wave of changes as he grunts out a āBe right over. Youād better be ready.ā Shorts almost shearing off his meaty thighs as he begins sprinting towards his layās home, Dave pants like an animal in heat as he feels everything about him grow more extreme. No inch of skin is spared as his coat spreads to cover every inch of his sweaty skin.Ā
Swinging between his legs, Dave makes no attempt to hide his thick cock during his flight. Prioritizing speed above everything, his hairy feet do their best and miraculously the accidental nudist arrives at Mattiasā house with nothing but his hairy ass having been seen.
Stumbling into the front door, always left unlocked for him, Dave follows his nose to the floral scented bedroom and finds Mattias just where he wants him. Even thinner and smoother than he was on their call moments ago, Dave smirks at the pouf of manicured curls on his head and the pitiful few strands of hair clinging to his pits, the dregs of hisĀ masculinity.
Pouncing on the bed to straddle Mattias, he sees a sparkle in the twinkās eyes as his massive cock bounces hard in the air. Shocked at just how large it is compared to Mattias thin waist he rests upon the small man and rubs his smooth skin with hands rough from the gym and a life lived with altogether no attention to skincare.
Feeling his cock buck of its own accord as it spews viscous pre onto Mattiasā hairless chest, Dave experiences for the first time just how powerful it feels to be The Man in bed, in a relationship, in life. Give him a few seconds and he might just cum from the very feeling.
Doing his best to restrain quick-cumming he leans down to whisper in Mattiasā ear, he feels his mustache scratch the twinkās regimented cheek. āGet on your stomach and letās get this started.ā Blushing like heād never have done before, what is Mattias to do but obey the sexiest man heās ever been with.
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Iām a 21 years old student. Always first of my class I wanted to investigate a cure for pancreas cancer, but everyone knows scientific foundation is not cheap. While searching for money I found this ad for making an only fans account that said ādonāt worry! easy money but no one will recognise you!ā. So I decided to join. I always have been a shy gay nerd, but I needed to make this investigation. Two days later a box arrived to my house and said āfor your videosā. What should I do?
You open the package with your hands sweating, and inside you find only a pair of red boxer briefs. You pick them up and immediately feel that something is off: they donāt smell new, they carry a warm, humid, human scent, as if someone had already worn them for hours. You drop them onto the bed, say āIāll never wear these,ā but then you think about the money, the reagents, the cancerāand you put them on.
At first, nothing. Just the fabric, loose, too loose, and a warmth rising from your waist like a fever. Then the tingling begins. Inside your muscles. You look down and see the boxers filling out: your thighs are swelling, your quadriceps pushing against the red fabric like theyāre carved from marble. You stand up and walk to the mirror. Your armsāyour biceps grow as you watch, the curve rising, rounding out, becoming hard as stone, veins surfacing thick and dark like ropes. You touch themātheyāre warm, pulsing. Your shoulders widen, you feel your bones crack, and your chestāGod, your chest: two round, heavy, solid masses pressing your shirt until it tears at the shoulders. You stand there in front of the mirror, fabric hanging in shreds, staring at a body youāve never seen before: wide shoulders, massive chest, eight carved abs, a damp lock of hair falling over your forehead. Youāre big. Youāre built.
Then you feel something under the red boxers: pressure, lengthening, heat rising from deep inside. Your penis is growing, stretching longer, thicker, heavier. You look down and the red fabric tightens, bulges, lifts like a tent. The erection comes hard, unstoppable, the tip dampening the cloth.
You grab your phone. You donāt speak. You open the camera. Framing your body in the mirror, you slide a hand over your hard chest, fingers pressing into the flesh, reaching a nipple, rubbing it, pinching it. A shock shoots from your chest straight down. The other nipple, the same. Your hands move to your biceps, you flex them in front of the cameraāthey swell, huge, as big as your head, veins throbbing as you squeeze and feel their hardness. Then down to your stomach, your fingers tracing each of your abs, one by one, down to the waistband of the red boxers. You pull it, release it. Finally your hand presses over your penis through the fabric, feeling the hardness, the shape, the damp heat, your fingers moving slowly up and down. Your breathing grows heavy, ragged. A low sound escapes you. You stop. You post. The money starts coming in.
Then the itching. Under your skin. You look at your forearm: dark hairs pushing through, one after another, growing in real timeāshort at first, then longer, coarse, thick. Your chest: hair sprouts around your nipples, then a dark line trailing down to your navel. Your stomach: those perfect abs now covered by a dense layer of dark hair. Your legs: thick, dark hair spreading over your thighs. Your back: a carpet rising from your lower back to your shoulders. Your armpits: dense, damp, already carrying a musky scent. Your beard: spreading across your jaw, your chin, thick and rough, fully grown.
And your muscles keep growing, slowly, deeply. Your biceps swell further, your pecs expand, stretching the hairy skin, your shoulders broaden even more, your neck thickens. You are huge. A wall of muscle and hair. And beneath the red boxers, your size has grown againāstill hard, still damp.
You go live. You donāt speak. You frame your hairy chest, running a hand through the dark hair, stroking it, tugging lightly. A low sound. Your hand moves to your beard, fingers sinking into the thick hair of your face. Then lower: you grip the red fabric, pull it slightly downājust enough to reveal the start of your dark, thick body hairāthen let it snap back. Your hand presses over the tight fabric again, feeling the pulse beneath, moving slowly up and down. The damp lock of hair on your forehead, the dark beard, your large, hairy body trembling slightly. Messages flood in, money rises.
You donāt think about the cancer anymore. You donāt think about anything.
