Transformations

Richard opened the gym door and was annoyed that no one was at the front desk. He had just finished another tedious shift at the coffee shop across the road, and had come to hand in a gym ID card that he had found whilst cleaning up. He was surprised no one had come into the shop and asked about it as the card had 'STAFF' printed on it, but guessed whoever had lost it probably had access to a spare.

Richard was about to leave the card on the front desk when decided to use this opportunity to take a look around. The gym had only opened a few weeks ago but seemed to have quickly attracted a decent amount of members and he was to curious to see what all the fuss was about.

As he walked through the gym Richard recognised some of the guys as customers he'd served in the coffee shop. Since the gym had opened the number of hot guys buying coffee had gone up noticeably, which had made Richard's job a little bit more bearable. He was sure some of them had tried flirting with him, but he had always been too nervous to flirt back. So when a guy nodded at him as he was walking past the treadmills he was surprised to find himself smiling back and giving the guy a wink.

Despite feeling surprisingly confident, Richard had also started to feel a bit conspicuous. At first he put that down to the fact he shouldn't really be there, but then he realised every other guy there had their shirt off. So wanting to blend in a bit more he instinctively took off his own shirt.

Richard looked at himself in one of the mirrors and admired his toned physique. He had kept himself in shape by doing some exercises at home, but was now wondering if he should join this gym. He had always been a bit intimidated by gyms but something about this one made him feel like he belonged here.

As Richard kept checking himself out in the mirror he started to space out, so was startled when he heard someone calling out his name. He went to look over to see who was calling him, but then remembered no one there knew his name so the call must have been for someone else.

Richard focused back on the mirror but as he stared at his lean defined body he felt like something wasn't quite right. He flexed his chest and spread his lats trying to figure out what was wrong, but was interrupted by someone grabbing his shoulder.

"Ricky, sorry to disturb your workout but can you keep an eye on the front desk for the next 10 minutes? Jon's running late again." Richard stared at the guy who was speaking to him, but was confused about what he was being asked to do.

"Oh hey, I found this card and wanted to..." Richard had started to pull the ID card from his pocket when the other guy interrupted him.

"Great you found your card, I told you it would turn up eventually."

Richard looked down at the card and stared at the name. Something about the name Ricky felt wrong, but he couldn't figure out why. That is what he had been called for as long as he could remember, so of course that is what he got printed on his staff card.

"Yeah, sure boss, i'll cover the desk, was just finishing up my routine anyway." Ricky replied before heading over to the front desk. As he sat down behind the desk and looked out at all the hot guys across the gym he couldn't believe how lucky he had been to find this job.

Quinn had heard that the new gym was full of hot guys and he was not disappointed as he looked around. After signing up he had gone straight to a treadmill from where he could catch glances at the guys around the gym. It seemed like everyone else in the gym was an experienced lifter, and all with just the right amount of muscle that he went crazy for.

The fact that Quinn was the only slim guy there had surprised him, but he was glad to have no competition. He had become a bit of an expert at picking up guys in gyms, knowing just how long to hold his eye contact to see if someone was interested. He had also walked in wearing a rainbow vest so everyone would know straight away he was gay. The vest had come off halfway through his run, however, to show off his lean hairless body.

There had definitely been some glances Quinn's way from the guys on the gym floor. As he finished his run he deliberately choose to walk straight through the middle of the gym before heading over to a free bench. He wasn't interested in doing any serious lifting, but had found this was the perfect way to initiate a conversation with any interested guys as they would inevitably come over and offer to spot him. That was the plan, so Quinn was surprised when someone called out to him before he had even reached the bench.

"Hey..." one of the larger guys in the gym said causing Quinn to feel a shiver of excitement from having got into a conversation so easily.

"... could you give me a spot over here stud?". This caused Quinn to pause with a feeling that things seemed off. He had been called many things before, but never stud, and he had also had plenty of guys spotting him, but no one had ever asked him to spot them.

Quinn gave a quick look around to check that the comment hadn't been directed towards someone else then turned back to the guy who had spoken to him.

"You want me to spot you? I'm flattered, but I don't think I'd be able to support that much weight."

"You injured? I'd have thought a hunk with pecs like yours would be up to the task" the guy replied with a wink.

Now Quinn was sure the guy was coming onto him, but nothing he was saying made sense. Everything felt wrong, at least until he looked at one of the gym's mirrors and saw his reflection.

Quinn admired himself in the mirror for a moment. He knew he was an attractive guy and wasn't afraid to flaunt it. He reached up with a hand and grabbed one of his hair covered pecs.

"I guess these might be enough" he said as he flexed his chest causing his pecs to bounce as seductively as possible, before winking back at the guy.

As Quinn moved into position, and got ready to spot for the guy, he was excited to see what would happen next. He hoped the other guy was also near the start of his workout as, in his mind, he had only come to the gym to get a good pump going, but supposed a bit of 'bonus' cardio wouldn't do him any harm.

Paul groaned to himself as he entered the gym at 3am and saw it was a lot busier than he had hoped. He had always been too intimidated to go to a gym, but when a 24 hour gym had opened close by he assumed it would be empty if he went in the middle of the night. He'd really hoped to have the gym to himself, especially on this first occasion when he knew he'd struggle figuring out how to set up the machines properly.

Instead there was a decent sized group of guys hanging out by the free weights. They clearly all knew each other, and most of them were shirtless, showing off their muscular bodies - exactly the type of intimidating guys Paul had most wanted to avoid. Given the gym was named 'Beasts' they clearly fit the name a lot better than he did.

A couple of the guys nodded at Paul as he quickly made his way to the changing room, but Paul kept his head down and avoided any eye-contact. He considered leaving and coming back a bit later, although eventually decided that as the other guys were by the free weights he would hopefully go unnoticed on some of the machines.

As Paul changed into his workout clothes he looked at himself in one of the mirrors. As a fairly short, smooth and skinny guy he'd never been happy with how he looked. He just wanted to be a bit more manly, and had always envied guys like those currently working out in the gym.

So Paul sighed as he reached down to pick up the oversized t-shirt which he hoped would hide how thin he was. He took one last look in the mirror and felt a shiver pass through him.

Paul wasn't sure what had caused the shiver, especially as the changing room was warm. As he looked back at himself in the mirror he had a feeling that something was different, although he couldn't figure out what was wrong.

Paul focused on his beard but he had only trimmed it the other day, so was still happy with how it looked. He had also recently trimmed the hair on his chest and loved the way it coated his well developed pecs. He flexed his muscles and was satisfied to see the definition on his shoulders and arms. The combination of muscle and hair was the exact masculine look he loved to present.

As Paul went to put on his t-shirt he had a change of mind. He decided if the other guys were going around shirtless then he would too. He put the t-shirt back into his bag and rubbed his hands over his hairy pecs whilst thinking about the chest routine he was about to do.

As Paul strode out into the gym, with his chest proudly on display, he headed straight over to the other guys to say hello. He was glad he wouldn't have to work out alone and that there would be someone to spot him on the bench press. He was feeling good, and he could just tell that he was going to enjoy working out in this new gym.

Owen sighed as he looked at himself in the mirror. Back at college he had been on the wrestling team and had vowed to keep himself in shape. After starting work, however, he struggled to find time to go to the gym and slowly the muscles he had trained so hard for had faded away and been covered by an ever increasing amount of fat.

A few times in the past Owen had started a diet and exercise routine but had never stuck with it. Recently, however, he'd decided to be realistic and simply introduce a few small changes to his life in an attempt to stop things getting worse. He'd increased the amount he was walking, was taking daily vitamins, and had just bought a tube of moisturizer to stop his skin drying out.

The moisturizer hadn't been cheap, so Owen had wanted to make it last. He tried squeezing a small amount into his hand and was disappointed when a huge dollop of the expensive substance shot out of the tube. He had only wanted to use a little on his face, but with no way to put the moisturizer back he resignedly started rubbing it over his body.

Owen hadn't used moisturizer before, so wasn't sure if the warming sensation was normal, but he'd used a lot of deep-heating muscle rub in the past, so guessed it must have similar properties. As he continued to rub in the moisturizer and felt a soreness across his muscles it brought back a stream of old memories from the workouts he endured as a wrestler. He remembered how his muscles would ache after a match, what it felt like to pin and dominate an opponent and even the smell of the locker room.

That smell of the locker room only seemed to get stronger in Owen's mind which is what caused him to eventually focus back on what he was doing. He was confused for a moment, but then realised the smell was coming from his used wrestling singlet. It was soaked in sweat from the intense session his coach had put him though, which also explained the aching muscles he'd been rubbing.

Owen knew his college wrestling days would eventually come to end, but as he admired his tight muscles in the mirror he vowed that whatever happened in the future he would keep himself in shape.

Nick swore to himself as he was getting ready for bed and realized he had forgotten to pick up a new tub of moisturizer. He had always taken care of his body, and despite being well into his thirties he was still proud of his shape, but a couple of months back he'd been called a 'daddy' on a dating app which had been a wake-up-call for him that he had started to enter middle-age. Since then he'd been religiously taking care of his skin to try and have at least another year or two of youthfulness.

In was then that Nick remembered the sachet of moisturizer that he'd been given the other week. It had come as a free sample when he'd bought some toothpaste from a local store, and he wondered if he had kept it.

After a few moments of searching Nick found the toothpaste and sample still in the bag he'd used that day. The sample looked like any other moisturizer, although promising skin tightening and anti-ageing effects. Nick was always dubious of such claims thinking that whatever ingredient had been added to deliver those results probably did nothing except allow the manufacturer to double to price of the product. However, given the sample was free he had no problems using it on this occasion.

After rubbing the moisturizer round his face Nick was surprised by the pleasantly warming effect it had. As he looked at himself in the mirror he couldn't see any sagging under his eyes, so took that as a good sign. Nick begin to panic though as the warming increased and started to feel more like a burning. He quickly reached down and splashed some cold water onto his face.

When Nick looked back up he was momentarily confused by his appearance. He'd expected to see thick stubble, but at the same time he couldn't remember ever growing out his facial hair. As he stared at his twenty-something face he had the feeling that something was off, but just couldn't quite figure out what it was. Eventually he shrugged off the confusion and continued getting ready to go out clubbing.

As usual the last thing Nick did before heading out was to quickly brush his teeth. He decided to use the new toothpaste to see what it was like as it was a different brand to what he normally used. He'd picked up a whitening toothpaste as that was all his local store had, and was curious if that would actually make a difference.

Nick liked the taste of the toothpaste, but after using it and rinsing his mouth out he couldn't see any difference in the whiteness of his teeth. As he checked himself out in the mirror he guessed it was something that probably needed to be used regularly to have any effect.

Liam relaxed as he heard his roommate, Matt, leave and the dorm room door close. He'd been pretending to sleep for a while now to avoid having another conversation with Matt. Liam was an introvert who just wanted to come back to a quiet room after his lectures, whilst Matt was an extrovert who was always bringing his gym friends back to the dorm. Liam had tried telling himself that things could be worse, at least Matt followed a strict routine at the gym so he knew the times when he'd have the room to himself, but Matt just seemed oblivious to how annoyed Liam was getting.

Liam had finally got the courage to speak up to his roommate the night before. He'd been a bit surprised by Matt's reaction who had seemed honestly apologetic, but was frustrated that Matt had asked if Liam wanted to be a bit more outgoing. Liam had tried to explain that he would love to be an extrovert like Matt but that just wasn't his personality. Eventually they had agreed to take some time to think about how to get along better, but in reality Liam had decided to go to his resident advisor and request a room change.

At least that was the plan until Liam had got up and discovered that Matt had hidden all Liam's shirts. He was shocked that Matt would do something like that, as he really thought Matt had been sorry the night before.

Not only had all Liam's shirts been taken, but Matt had decided to humiliate Liam further by leaving out a single t-shirt with 'GYM BOY' written in bold on the front. Matt had then left a note on top of the t-shirt: 'Hey, sorry if you've not been having a great time with me as a roommate, but try on this top and come meet me in the gym, Matt'. Liam was was barely able hold himself together. What sort of idiot did Matt think he was? Did he really think Liam would be stupid enough to show up at the gym so all Matt's friends could laugh at him?

He now had no doubts at all about asking for a room change. He was sure that once the resident advisor heard what Matt had done he'd be able to move rooms straight away. Liam considered wearing one of Matt's oversized shirts, but then decided wearing the embarrassing t-shirt would only serve to back up his story, so he slipped it on and got ready to head out.

Liam was surprised by how comfortable the t-shirt was. It passed his mind that if it didn't have such an embarrassing message on the front he'd probably wear it quite often. Liam normally tried to avoid looking at himself in a mirror, but he now found his eyes drawn to his mirror to see how the t-shirt looked on him. He had expected to feel angry, but as he looked at himself barely felt annoyed. It crossed his mind this might just be a prank that Matt was playing on him and was meant to be taken as a joke.

As Liam looked at himself he wondered what he would look like if he really was a gym boy. He thought it probably wouldn't hurt to gain a bit of muscle, and considered asking Matt for some advice. That thought was quickly followed by a burning sensation in his arms. Liam was confused for a moment but as he looked at his thick arms he remembered he'd recently altered his arm routine so must be hitting some new parts of his muscles. He felt a tightness around his biceps and wondered if he'd still be able to fit into his favorite t-shirt if his arms got any bigger.

Liam loved the way the top clung to his upper body and showed off his hard-earned delts and cannonball shoulders. He knew the slogan was silly, but it was also a great conversation starter. He always got a lot of comments when he wore it - not always positive but enough to break the ice, and there was nothing he loved more than making new friends at the gym.

Liam realised he had lost track of time whilst checking out his form in the mirror, and had completely forgotten what he had planned for the day, but then saw the note from Matt and remembered he was due to meet his buddy at the gym. As Liam left the room he smiled as he thought about how lucky he had been to get a fellow gym boy like Matt as a roommate.

"Are you ready?" Josh asked his boyfriend Kyle. "Remember just take a sip."

Josh had been the one to notice the changes to the guys at the bar. He had seen one of the twinks suddenly get a lot hairier, soon to be followed by a pair of obnoxious jocks getting a similar treatment. Both himself and Kyle had tried to grow beards, but they always grew in so patchy that they were quickly shaved off.

Kyle hadn't noticed anything himself, in fact he was sure that the twink had always been hairy as he could remember seeing him and being jealous of his beard. So when Josh had come back from the bar with a couple of shots that were supposed to magically grow out their body hair he was sure nothing was going to happen. He didn't want to disappoint his boyfriend though, especially as Josh seemed to be excited by these drinks, so was happy to go along with whatever Josh wanted to do.

They both took a sip, quickly followed by them each of coughing as the strength of the shots hit them.

"Not a bad whisky." Kyle said as he felt the alcohol warming his chest. Josh, however, was staring at his boyfriend.

"Wow, it's really working, check out your stubble, it looks great on you." Josh said before looking down at his boyfriends chest and watching as hairs pushed out and spread over his pecs. "And the hair on your chest is so sexy, this is amazing!"

Kyle wasn't sure what to make of his boyfriend's comments, he guessed this was some sort of role play as they both had always had stubble and trimmed chests. He decided to play along though and returned the compliment. "Yeah I love your chest hair too, really looking good tonight."

Josh had been focussing on the changes on his boyfriend that he hadn't even thought to look at himself, so when his boyfriend had complemented his chest hair he was at first confused and then looked down. "This is crazy... it feels amazing" he said as he rubbed his free hand over his chest and then reached up to feel his stubble. "Ready for another sip?"

Josh felt that the second sip went down easier than the first. He felt the familiar warmth as it went down his throat which was followed by an itching feeling across his face as his stubble pushed out into a short beard. He watched as his boyfriend's stubble went through a similar change forming a dense beard without any patchiness at all. Josh couldn't help himself as he reached up and stroked his boyfriend's face. "I thought the stubble was good, but you look so handsome with a beard."

Kyle again hadn't noticed any change, as far as he was aware they had always had beards. "You know, I'd be curious to see what you look like without a beard, but I'm fairly sure it wouldn't be anywhere near as good as you look right now."

"Well I didn't have a beard five minutes ago. You really don't notice the changes?" Josh asked.

"I honestly have no idea what you are talking about, but you seem into this role play, so I'm happy to play along." Kyle replied. "I love you with a beard and I'd love you without."

"What about with a bigger beard?" Josh asked smiling then downed the last of his shot before watching Kyle do the same. He felt the usual warmth which then became an intense heat across his cheeks. That heat grew until he suddenly felt his beard pushing out further in all directions. He couldn't see what he now looked like, but he could feel the weight of his beard and watched with excitement as the same thing happened to Kyle.

From across the room, the barman watched the two men finish their shots. He had been surprised that one of his customers had been able to see the effects of the whisky - that had never happened before. He wasn't sure about serving him the whisky in case there was an issue with the effects - as far as he knew there was no way to revert the changes. However, as he watched the men smile as they moved to the dance floor he relaxed knowing the club had two more happy customers.

"Haven't these guys heard of a razer?" Hunter said to his friend Ian as they made their way to the bar at Infernos nightclub. "Or at least a trimmer?"

"It is bear night." Ian replied as they passed the dance floor, his eyes watching a bear and otter grinding up together whilst their hands explored each other's bodies.

"Sure, but if you had that much body hair why would you want to go around topless? They should be told to keep their shirts on and leave the showing off to studs like us!" Hunter ran his hand across his pecs and felt the traces of stubble that he had on his own chest. "I've not shaved for a week and already I'm getting embarrassed."

As they came to the bar Ian didn't say anything as he knew there was no point arguing, but he actually thought the stubble looked good on Hunter and went well with the neatly trimmed facial hair he had.

"What can I get you guys?" the bartender asked.

"Two beers please" Ian replied

"And a couple of shots of tequila." Hunter added, before leaning over to Ian and deliberately saying loud enough to be heard by those around them: "We need to have something strong to take our minds off the hairy freaks in this club!"

The bartender paused as he heard Hunter's comment and could practically feel the tension around the bar rise up. His first instinct was to ask the customer to apologise and leave, but then thought that there might be another way to deal with the situation.

"You know if you want something strong then I have a bottle of whisky that is particularly powerful. Plus I'm sure it will take your mind off anyone else's body hair."

"Hey, if it is stronger than the tequila then lets go for it." Hunter responded. "In fact make mine a double!"

The bartender picked up the bottle of H-Otter whisky and poured out the shots. As the two customers downed their drinks he could already see the first hairs appearing on their chests.

Hunter felt the whisky burning as it went down his throat. He turned to Ian and was about to ask what he thought of the whisky when he noticed a shadow forming on his friends chest.

Ian had never been able to grow more than a few hairs in the centre of his pecs, so Hunter was shocked to see hairs spurting out across Ian's chest. The hairs then rushed in a thick line down to his stomach where they spread out again covering his six pack. Hunter wasn't sure if it was the due to the new coating of hair, but Ian's six pack started to seem less defined and his arms and chest also appeared smaller, but nothing prepared Hunter for the facial hair that burst out from Ian's face. Ian had always gone completely clean shaven, but within moments he had grown a full dense beard.

"Definitely strong." Ian said as he confidently slammed his shot glass down on the bar.

"Ian, what, er, I mean look at your body, you're covered in hair!" Hunter stuttered to his friend.

Ian looked down and wondered what Hunter was talking about as he had always had a hairy chest. "Looks fine to me, still not quite as much hair as you though."

Now it was Hunter's turn to be confused. "I've never had nearly that much hair on my chest." Hunter said before looking down at his own body. He froze in shock as he saw the hairs running up his stomach and the forest covering his pecs. "This can't be real."

Hunter kept staring at his stomach as he ran a hand through the hair in the hope it wasn't real. He tried to see how much of his body was now covered in hair but something was stopping him seeing the top of his chest. He moved his hand up to grab whatever was in the way when he realised he was holding the end of a beard.

Hunter used both of his hands to feel the huge beard he had grown. He was surprised by how soft it was, but still panicking about what was happening. "This isn't right, we have to shave."

"Shave?" Ian replied. "You've been growing that beard for over a year, why the sudden thought about shaving?"

Hunter kept stroking his beard as he found doing so was giving him a calm feeling. "Something is wrong about this hair."

"What's wrong?" Ian said starting to get worried himself.

Hunter was getting confused, he knew he had been panicking about something, but now couldn't quite remember what it was. "Something about my beard I think."

"Stop screwing around, you know you have the most impressive beard in the club."

Ian's compliment helped Hunter to relax. "I think I was worried someone had cut it or something. Can you imagine me without a beard, I'd look like a child!" Hunter took a couple of deep breaths before adding: "Okay, panic over, what were we talking about?"

The bartender chose that moment to bring over their beers before saying to the guys: "You were saying something about hairy freaks?"

"Oh yeah!" Hunter exclaimed. "That's us. We were the first guys at our school to get body hair, and the other kids called us that as an insult. We knew they were just jealous though, so we took the name on for ourselves."

Hunter and Ian picked up their beers before Hunter added: "So cheers to being a proud hairy freak."

It was bear night at Infernos nightclub and the bartender took a moment to see how busy the club was. It was always packed on these nights as it was the main occasion where going shirtless, or at least showing a lot of flesh, was almost a requirement. So as well as the usual bears the night attracted anyone wanting to show off, from slim twinks gyrating on the dance floor to gym bros taking every opportunity to flex their muscles.

The bartender could see the various groups that had formed across the club, and was himself being kept company by another group - the barflys. These were the individuals who would come to the club on their own and then spend the night people watching from the bar. He could tell a lot of these men were shy and too nervous to head out into the club, but he wanted them to have a good time so would make an effort to talk to them whilst serving their drinks.

"What can I get you?" the bartender asked to one of the barflys, a young looking twink who had been perched at the end of the bar watching the dance floor for the last hour.

"Just another beer please." came the reply.

"You going hit the dance floor in a bit?" the bartender asked trying to keep the conversation going whilst he poured out a beer.

"Oh, er, maybe later, i'm not a very good dancer."

"Well I think you'd be popular regardless of how well you dance - if you catch my drift." the bartender replied with a bit of wink, although the twink quickly went red and looked away. "Perhaps you just need something a bit stronger to give you some confidence?"

"I don't think any amount of confidence is going to work with the type of guys i'd like to dance with. Let's just say they would be looking for someone a bit more manly." the twink explained.

The bartender thought for a second and decided he'd try and help this guy out. He finished pouring out the beer, then opened a cabinet at the back of the bar and pulled out a bottle. "I might be able to help you with that actually. We got sent this bottle of H-Otter whisky from one of our more niche suppliers in Europe. They say it is guaranteed to put hairs on your chest. So how about a shot of that, on the house?"

"If only it were that easy, but I guess I can't turn down a free shot, so thank you very much."

The bartender measured out a shot and watched as the twink downed it in one. He had had a few bottles from this European supplier and knew they could be quite effective with regards to what they promised, so was curious to see what would happen.

The bartender saw the few hairs already on the twinks chest start to spread up towards his shoulders and then down to his navel. Within a matter of moments the guy had gone from a few whispers of hair in the centre of his pecs to a thick forest of curls covering his whole chest. That was quickly followed by hairs pushing out across the guy's face forming a dense scruffy beard. It looked like if he ever shaved he would struggle to avoid a persistent five o'clock shadow on his cheeks.

The new otter coughed as he put down the glass. "Wow, that was good, real strong stuff, you can feel it burn as it goes down. Thanks again." he said smiling at the bartender. He then looked down and rubbed a hand across his chest. "Not sure it has put any hairs on my chest though, there isn't really room for any more!"

"Glad you liked it." The bartender was happy to see the changes had been accepted without question - that was a sign with these drinks that they had quenched the right thirst. "So are you ready to hit the dance floor now?"

"Yeah, you know what - I think I am, although I do have one quick stop that I want to make on the way there."

The bartender watched as the guy picked up his beer and then walked straight over to one of the bears by the dance floor. He wondered what was being said, but whatever it was must have worked as a few moments later the bear and the otter made their way together onto the dance floor.

"How about this one?" Finn asked as he held up a leather jacket to show to his friend Greg. "Seems a bit smaller than the others."

"Maybe, although perhaps we should try somewhere else?" Greg replied, he was getting a bit nervous now that they were actually in a store looking at jackets. A couple of nights ago they had gone to Infernos, their local club, and seen a flyer for an upcoming leather night. One thing had led to another and Greg had admitted that he had always had a bit of a thing for guys in leather. Greg had definitely not expected Finn to then suggest going to the leather night, but was excited when he did as he would never have had the courage to go on his own.

The only problem was that the flyer had said wearing something leather was mandatory, and neither of them owned anything suitable. They had joked about getting some harnesses, but had decided to play safe and go for leather jackets. Finn had already found a jacket he thought was good, but everything had been a bit too large for Greg. "Let's just try these on, and if they don't fit we'll try somewhere else."

So the friends made their way to the changing room where Finn was the first to try on his jacket. Finn was the more outgoing of the two, and had always enjoyed going out in fancy dress which was why he'd suggested attending the leather night, but even he was now worrying they might not be able to pull these costumes off. Finn had a bit of a baby face, so once he slipped his jacket on and saw himself in the mirror his first thought was that he looked like a child wearing adult clothes trying to look tough.

Finn had expected the leather to feel cool, which it was to start with, but once the jacket was on he was surprised to get a bit flushed. He was worried he might start sweating into the leather, but the warmth quickly faded away at which point he noticed just how comfortable the jacket felt.

Finn smirked a little as he looked at himself in the mirror. He straightened his back and pushed out his chest to show off his chiselled body. He started thinking of the other leather jackets he had but couldn't remember any fitting as well as this one.

"See Greg, nothing like a leather jacket to help make you look like a man. I'm glad you've finally agreed to join me at a leather night, and if you are anything like me you're going to love it." Finn said confidently as he checked himself out in the mirror.

"That's fine for you to say, you've worn stuff like this for years and have the body to suit it. I just don't think I can pull it off, especially not with something that is too large for me. I think we should go somewhere else." Greg said starting to lose whatever confidence he had.

"Well we are here now so you might as well try that jacket on. You'll at least know if you like the feel of it." Finn replied. He knew his friends at the leather night would love Greg regardless of what he looked like in the jacket.

Greg reluctantly started to put on the jacket. What he had not told Finn is that his interest in leather was not about looking cool. Instead it was about domination. He had always been small, weak and mostly submissive, but when he thought of leather he thought of heavily built intimidating men and everything he wasn't.

So Greg knew that even if the jacket had been his size it would never be right to him, something which was confirmed to him as he looked at himself in the mirror. Greg thought he looked ridiculous and knew that the idea of going to a leather night had been a huge mistake. Greg started to feel anxious as he thought about how he should never have said anything to Finn. The jacket started to feel suffocating around Greg's body, but before he could take it off he felt the ball of anxiety in his chest burst out across his whole body.

"Wow, that looks great on you Greg" Finn said as Greg admired himself in the mirror.

"What did you call me Boy?" Greg barked back whilst staying focused on the mirror.

"Sorry, I meant the jacket looks great on you Sir."

"Another slip up like that and i'll be forced to punish you." Greg firmly replied as he turned to face Finn, with both of them getting turned on by the thought of what might come later.

"Have you got a little rainbow flag? Or maybe a rainbow handkerchief?" Edward asked the man behind the counter. He was on his way to a gay wedding and had seen a large pride flag in the window of this store which had given him an idea. "Basically something that I could put into my breast pocket for a wedding i'm going to." Before quickly adding: "To show my support to the grooms that is."

"Ah, how nice, although I'm afraid I only have large flags at the moment, but I do have a few pins left over from Pride, would one of those work for you?" replied the shopkeeper as he pointed to a box a little further down the counter.

"Looks perfect" Edward said as he picked up one of the pins.

"Just to check - you did say you wanted it to show you're an ally of the gay community didn't you? It's just that some of the items in this store can be a little, well, unpredictable, so just wanted to be clear about things before you try it on."

"Of course" Edward lied.

In truth Edward hadn't wanted to go to this wedding at all. He worked with one of the guys getting married, John. They had joined a law firm at the same time so had met during their induction and had been good friends for a while - at least until John had come out as gay and started dating guys. Edward was glad that John was happy, but had since mostly avoided hanging out together unless it was a work event. He had gone to one dinner soon after John's engagement to his boyfriend, Miguel, but had spent the whole meal feeling embarrassed. Everyone else at the table had been so obviously gay and they had made no attempt to talk quietly, so he was sure all the surrounding tables had been judging him all evening.

When Edward had received the invite to the wedding he had initially planned to decline it. What had changed his mind was the fact that a lot of John's straight female friends were going to be there, and with most of the other guys at the wedding being gay, it was almost guaranteed that he would hook up with one of the girls. He hoped that the pride pin was going to be the 'icing on the cake' with regards to getting attention from the girls. How could they turn down a guy who was so supportive of his friend? With any luck he would be back at home with a lady before the happy couple had even cut the cake.

"Here, let me put it on for you" the shopkeeper offered.

Edward had intended on keeping the pin out of sight until he had entered the wedding, but he didn't want to offend the shopkeeper so let him reach over and place the pin on his lapel - he'd just take if off as soon as he left the store.

Edward looked at the mirror behind the counter and his first thought was to worry that the pin might make the girls at the wedding think he was gay too. He started to wonder if it was a bad idea, and as if to confirm that he felt the pin prick his chest. Soon after he felt another prick and he wondered if the shopkeeper had failed to cover the back of the pin properly. When he started to feel more and more pricks on his chest, and not just where the pin was, he began to worry that something was wrong.

Edward felt like he was being stabbed with needles all across his chest and he felt like he had no choice but to pull his jacket off. He didn't know what was going on, but he needed to stop whatever was causing the pain.

Edward was confused. He had taken off his jacket and the pricking sensations had stopped, but when he looked down at his chest he didn't understand what he was looking at as it. What he first saw on his chest was a mix of colors that hadn't previously been there. It was as though someone had covered his chest in paint.

"¿Cómo?" Edward said aloud whilst continuing to stare at his chest. He had never had a tattoo so didn't understand what he was looking at. As he reached up to rub off whatever was on his chest it quickly dawned on him that the colors were not going to come off easily.

"What is this? Is this a tattoo? How do I get this off?" Edward asked in increasingly frantic tones, all with a slight Spanish accent. He had been so fixed on the new tattoos that he hadn't noticed that the rest of his body had taken on a subtle tan.

The shopkeeper didn't reply, he knew that if an item from his shop was not used as intended it could cause a little confusion for the customer, so he just waited to see what would happen.

"What is going on? And what's wrong with my voice?" Edward asked as he started to get angry. "I'm a dancer at Infernos nightclub and if you want to see me shake my ass... wait... no I meant to say i'm a dancer, no a dancer..." Edward had wanted to tell the shopkeeper that he was a lawyer at a powerful law firm and would kick his ass if he didn't fix what was going on but he didn't seem able to get the right words out.

Whilst Edward's mind tried to deal with what was going on, he started to wonder what sort of options he had to get rid of the tattoo, or what he could do just to cover it up. It was then that he looked back at the mirror and realised how much else had changed across his body. His heart sank as he knew there was no way he could cover everything up.

Edward sighed as he thought again about what to do with the tattoos, but was then confused. Why was he thinking of covering them up? He loved showing them off. He had spent so much of his life hiding who he was, but now there was no one who was going to stop him from being his true self. He was Eduardo - a proud Latino twink.

Eduardo felt the jacket he was holding and then remembered that he had come in to buy a new shirt. "Hey, do you have any dress shirts?" he smiled as he asked the storekeeper. "My best friend is marrying some fancy lawyer today and I want to look good for the occasion!"

As Dan crept out of the bedroom he wondered if moving in with Chris had been a mistake. For the third night in a row he had woken up cold in the middle of the night with the covers pushed off the bed. He knew Chris didn't do it deliberately and it was just his boyfriend instinctively trying to keep his furry muscular body cool, but it had happened enough times now that it was no longer amusing to Dan whose slim toned physique struggled to stay warm. Dan had tried going back to sleep but wasn't able to get comfortable so decided to do some reading in the living room. Chris would be getting up soon for his gym session so he would try and get a bit more sleep after Chris had gone.

The couple's differing routines were another issue with the relationship. Chris had a group of gym buddies that would work out in the early in the morning, whereas Dan never went to the gym as he instead did training with his running club after work. Before moving in together they had often gone out of their way to spend time with each other, but now they seemed to have got into a domestic rut where they actually spent less time together.

As Dan moved into the living room he shivered a bit and couldn't help thinking about how their different preferences for the heating in the apartment was another issue. Even in the middle of winter Chris would often walk around with barely anything on, whereas Dan would always be wearing at least one thick jumper. Dan didn't mind getting to see so much of his boyfriend, and he liked having easy access to rub his hands through the hair on Chris's chest, but he had started to worry about how different their lives seemed to be. Dan worried that they just didn't have enough in common and moving in together had made that painfully clear.

Dan had picked up some clothes from the bedroom before leaving, but in the dark he hadn't been able to find his socks. As he walked barefoot on the cold floor he wondered if he could cope without socks, but he quickly decided that he'd have to go back for them, which was when he noticed the white socks on the floor by the laundry. Chris had mentioned the previous night that he had bought a pair of socks but had found them too hot. As Dan walked over to them they did seem a bit thicker than the thin socks that Chris normally bought. Dan wasn't complaining though as they seemed like they would be perfect for keeping his feet warm until Chris got up.

After putting the socks on Dan was surprised by how warm they were. He felt a warmth creeping up from his feet but was unaware that warmth was due to thick hairs growing in all over his legs. Dan also didn't notice as his legs, that had been toned from countless miles of running, started getting more defined as they thickened up with muscle. Instead Dan started to think about the effort he had been putting into leg day at the gym, in particular growing his calf muscles despite all his buddies saying that muscle was mostly defined by genetics.

The warmth Dan was feeling quickly travelled up into his chest. He didn't notice as hairs burst out all over his stomach and then across his chest, he also didn't notice as his flat chest quickly swelled up with muscle whilst his shoulders widened out and his arms expanded to match. Instead the burning he had felt in those areas made sense to Dan as he was in the middle of his winter bulk, and was really pushing himself each session. Chris had recently made some gains in the gym, but Dan had always had the slightly bigger body and he wanted to keep it that way.

Finally the warmth reached his face and caused his beard to grow out, but for Dan that made sense as he had been growing it out during his bulk. He had intended to trim it back down in the spring, but he had decided he liked the look and was considering keeping it. Dan had also noticed Chris had been rubbing his cheeks more than normal too so he didn't think Chris would have a problem if the beard stayed all year round.

Dan looked at the jumper that he was about to put on and then wondered why he had taken it from the bedroom. He had woken up due to the bedroom being too hot and had come out to the living room to cool down, so a jumper was the last thing he wanted to put on. Dan decided that even the socks he'd put on were too much, so he quickly slipped them off.

Instead Dan walked across to the fridge and enjoyed the cool breeze on his chest that came after he opened it. He decided to start getting breakfast ready as Chris would be getting up soon and they didn't want to be late for their buddies at the gym. It was chest day today which they both enjoyed, although Dan's favorite part of the day actually came in the evening when they would spend time massaging each others sore furry pecs and then snuggling up together on the couch.

Dan couldn't believe how lucky he had been when he met Chris. It seemed like he had met his soul mate and now they had moved in together everything was perfect.

Chris and Dan had been inseparable in the two years since they had met at the athletics club. Thanks to countless hours of running both men had slim toned bodies and it didn't take long for them to become a couple once they had started training together. While their physiques were ideally suited to the track, they both found it hard to keep their bodies warm in the winter. That wasn't a huge problem as it gave them a great reason to snuggle up together under a blanket. That was one of their favorite things to do together, expect for one issue - Chris's constantly cold feet.

Whenever they snuggled Dan joked about having to position himself away from Chris's feet to avoid getting a chill. Chris knew he was joking but it had been mentioned enough times that with winter coming around he decided he should do something about it. At first he was concerned it might be a medical issue, but his doctor had said everything was fine and suggested he simply wear some thick socks to help trap in the heat.

Chris looked at the socks he had picked up and worried they wouldn't work. They were a lot thinner than he had expected to buy, but the owner of the store had recommended them and assured him they would keep him perfectly warm. From Chris's perspective they looked like any other socks but he'd been promised a refund if he wasn't happy so had gone ahead and purchased them.

Chris hadn't intended on buying any socks that day, but he'd been passing the store as he was coming to the end of a run and something made him think it would be convenient to pick something up then and there.

After getting the socks, and finishing his run, Chris had taken a quick shower and was now feeling whatever warmth was in his feet quickly leaving as he stood on the cold apartment floor. So he picked up his new socks and slipped them on his feet hoping they at least do something to keep in the heat.

What Chris definitely didn't expect was to feel a sudden warmth from the bottom of the socks, a bit like he was standing on a heated floor. The warmth then started to spread up his legs. At one point his whole lower body seemed to be burning which momentarily worried him but then he remembered he had just done his normal leg day routine at the gym. Maybe he should have cooled down with some cardio at the end of the session but, like normal, he had skipped that. Dan sometimes tried to get Chris to join him on a run, but Chris had always said no - in fact he avoided any form of cardio as much as possible.

Chris then decided that if the heat he was feeling in his lower body wasn't from the gym then it would definitely be due to the hair. He'd always had hairy legs and even on the coldest days had to wear shorts to avoid his thighs from overheating. That meant that Dan always had easy access to Chris's legs and Chris loved the feeling when his boyfriend rubbed his fingers through the hair on his thighs, it was something so simple yet so intimate.

Some of the heat then passed up through the rest of Chris's body. He started to feel like the room was becoming a sauna and wondered if there was an issue with the heating. As he walked to check the thermostat, he was sure his body was still getting warmer. In particular his chest felt like it was burning up, although Chris then concluded that shouldn't be too much of a surprise given how much muscle and hair he had there too.

Early on in their relationship Chris had once trimmed his chest hair down and although Dan had said he liked it Chris could tell that his boyfriend couldn't wait for it to grow back in. He was pretty sure he hadn't trimmed it since and loved the way it complemented his muscles.

As Chris reached the thermostat he slipped off the socks he'd put on and threw them towards the laundry bin. He wasn't sure why he had put them on in the first place - normally he walked around bare foot enjoying the cool feel of the floor.

Chris then figured out what the problem was with the heating - it had been set to come on too early and was far too high. The couple had agreed that when Dan was out then the heating would be off as Chris found it hard to cool down. Even when Dan was home they'd keep the heating on low which Chris found okay if he was just wearing his briefs. Dan didn't love the cold apartment but Chris was always ready to give his boyfriend a furry snuggle if he needed warming up.

Over time Chris and Dan had tried different set-ups, but had come to the conclusion that Chris simply had a body that run hot and there was not much they could do about that.

As Brandon looked at the various basketball jerseys he started to wonder if he was making a huge mistake. He'd never played basketball in his life, in fact he couldn't remember even holding a basketball let alone trying to throw one. So what was he doing in this random store looking to buy a jersey of all things?

When Brandon had first seen the team invite to a chilled out game on one of the local courts his first thought had been to move the e-mail straight to the trash folder. Then he saw it had been sent by Jaden. Put simply - Jaden was the reason he was now in this store contemplating buying his first basketball jersey.

Jaden had joined Brandon's company a couple of months previously and had quickly settled in as one of the popular members of the team. For Brandon it was love at first sight, or at least lust at first sight, but deep-down he was worried they would have nothing in common. He kept trying to pluck up the courage to have a proper conversation with him, but he just didn't know where to start.

So Brandon decided joining the basketball game would be his chance to get to finally get to know Jaden. As soon as he'd accepted the invite he had started to panic - what if he made a complete fool of himself? Eventually Brandon decided that if his game was terrible then he'd have a great reason to ask Jaden for help. Probably not the best way to start a conversation but in his mind he saw that quickly leading to them practising on their own, and then... well Brandon stopped fantasizing at that point as things just started getting a bit far fetched.

So having signed up to play basketball, Brandon then realised he needed something to wear. That had led him to the store where he was now trying to work out what sort of jersey to get. He didn't know if it mattered about the color, or what was written on it, but ultimately he decided it was just a friendly game so he hoped any jersey would be fine. As such, he randomly picked a generic looking jersey and matching shorts.

As Brandon entered the fitting room he was glad that he had found something at all. He didn't know why he had chosen to come to this store rather than one of the big sports stores nearby. He'd never really thought about this place let alone gone it, but somehow this is where he had ended up.

After stripping down to his briefs Brandon sighed as he looked at his scrawny body. He hoped Jaden liked skinny guys, but something told him that wasn't likely to be the case. Brandon's lean body was practically the opposite of Jaden's toned physique. He tried not to let that get him down though as he slipped on the shorts and then the jersey.

Once he had tucked the jersey in Brandon was surprised by how much he liked the look. He had expected it to look silly, but he was starting to think it actually looked good on him. He began to wonder why he hadn't tried basketball before - he wasn't that short so he could probably have been decent at the sport if he had tried.

In fact Brandon started to love the look, and the jersey felt really comfortable against his skin. He liked the looseness and how his arms were free which must make raising his arms to shoot the ball feel great. He realised he was getting excited for the game, and thought about buying a ball so he could practice beforehand.

Brandon was also surprised by how warm it was to wear, or maybe the fitting room was warmer than he'd thought. Either way as he moved closer to the mirror he felt a warmth spread across his body followed by a growing confidence that he'd picked the right jersey.

Brandon had been sure it was the perfect jersey from the moment he had seen it. His dad had been a huge Michael Jordan fan which meant he'd grown up admiring him too. So once Brandon had seen the Bulls jersey with his hero's number on it he knew he had to have it. What he didn't expect was how invincible it made him feel. He'd spent most of his life wearing basketball jerseys, but this one made him feel like no one would be able to stop him on the court.

As he looked himself over in the mirror Brandon hoped that Jaden would be up for something a little more competitive once the casual game was over. It had been over a year since someone had beaten him at one-on-one, and he was sure that Jaden wouldn't be able to resist trying to break that run. Then once he had shown his skills on the court, who knows what else Jaden would be unable to resist?

Alex was nervous as he looked around the store. He'd never been in this place before, but given it was located away from the main shopping area he thought it would quiet, and therefore, the perfect place to try something on that he would normally be too embarrassed to pick up.

A couple of months ago Alex had got the courage to join a gym. He had always been a skinny guy and still struggled lifting even the lightest dumbbells, but he dreamed that one day he would look like the gym regulars who packed out their shirts with solid muscle. In particular there was one guy who always wore a vest top that fit tightly to his body and showed off the most amazing shoulders. That guy was Alex's gym crush and he would try and steal glances at him whenever he could.

So today Alex wanted to see what he would look like in a vest. He had never worn one before and knew it would probably look terrible on him given his small arms and non-existent shoulders. He hoped, though, that he'd been able to make enough progress to at least see some sort of difference.

The store was quiet, just as Alex had hoped. Other than the man working on the till there was no one else there to pass judgement on him as he hovered near the rack of vests. He knew he was being silly, lots of people even skinnier than him wore vests all the time, but Alex wasn't one of those people. He'd never expressed himself with his clothing so the idea of even trying on something like a vest felt crazy to him.

When Alex thought he wasn't being watched he reached out and grabbed the smallest vest he could find and placed it among a couple of other shirts he'd picked up, but really it was only the vest that he wanted to try on. He quickly made his way to the fitting room and breathed out in relief once he had locked the door.

The fitting room was a lot larger than Alex had been expecting, a lot more room than those at the big brand shops he normally went to. In fact the whole store seemed a bit odd given it was a decent size but yet completely empty. He didn't worry much about that though as he quickly took his shirt off and stood looking at himself in one of the mirrors.

Alex had a little hair on his chest, it was one of the few masculine features that he had. The rest of his body was still as skinny as ever. He reached down for the vest and knew it was going to look wrong on him. He hadn't been able to find a small, so it was already a size too large but there was something comforting in the softness of the fabric that made him still want to try it on. As he slipped it over his head, however, he felt the sadness that he know was bound to come. He was just a skinny guy in an oversized vest.

Alex tried to find some sort of positive, he didn't look terrible, but he couldn't think of anything he liked. He realised the last thing he should be doing was exposing his shoulders and arms. The way that the vest just hung loosely down his chest only made him more conscious of how skinny he was, and the chest hair that was showing just looked wrong.

There was one thing that Alex has now sure of, and it was that he would never look good in a vest. There was no way he would ever be able to put on enough muscle to look okay in one, let alone look good. He really had no idea what had made him think that there was even a chance that it might look good on him.

The sadness Alex felt started to turn to a sort of anger, a rage for putting himself through this. In fact he didn't really know what he was feeling. He tried to calm himself down but he just seemed to be getting more worked up. A sort of warm energy was building in his chest which Alex didn't know what to do with. The warmth was only growing and seemed to be coming from wherever the vest was touching his skin.

For a moment Alex didn't know what to do, and then he realised he was holding his breath so he made a conscious effort to breath out deeply. As he did so his whole body just seemed to relax with the energy in his chest rushing out and filling up his body. It felt unlike anything Alex had experienced before, but as he finished breathing out he knew he was already feeling a lot calmer and whatever anxiety he'd felt was over.

Alex didn't know what had come over him. He took another look at himself in the mirror and he wasn't sure what he had to be anxious about. He loved how the vest he was trying on fit snuggly against his chest really showing off his gains. He also liked that the vest was cut deep enough to show off just the right amount of his fur. He'd tried shaving his chest in the past, but would never do that again, his fur and his beard were the things that made his look complete.

Alex looked down at the t-shirt that he had entered the store wearing and knew he couldn't put it back on - he hated the thought of covering up his shoulders and arms again. So he just walked out of the fitting room still wearing the vest. Turns out the guy at the till didn't mind at all, he was the owner of the place and had had a feeling he might want to buy the vest so had already gone ahead and set up the till accordingly.

As Alex walked out into the street the owner smiled at the thought of another happy customer. He'd been a bit worried when the guy had taken the vest off the rack and covered it with some other clothes. The store didn't like shoplifters, but the guy had looked kind enough when he had come in, so the owner was glad everything had worked out perfectly.