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On my date with you, you reveal that your body goes through changes when you’re sexually aroused. Contains a bunch of growth (muscle, fat, hair, cock, nipples, you get it).

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     I look over myself in the mirror one final time before leaving for our date, pleased with how I put myself together. The dress shirt I selected accentuates my slim build – enough muscle definition from my home workout schedule, a little bit of belly. I look forward to seeing you tonight. You and I had been on a few dates before, and, oh boy, do I ever enjoy looking at you. My dick starts to rise under my slacks just thinking about your big, strong body. Adjusting my bulge, I head out the door.

     When I arrive, you’re already seated inside the restaurant you picked out. Your smile lights your face as I approach the table, and you stand to greet me. My erection finally receded in the parking lot, but already I feel the arousal in my dick. You look bigger every time we meet, and tonight is no different, despite having seen each other just two days earlier. As I come in for a hug, I can feel that your biceps have grown, your back is wider, and your midsection is just a little thicker, filling in your shirt. Your sleeves are rolled up and I can see the light dusting of hair now covering your arms, thicker and denser. I don’t know how these changes are happening and you don’t seem to notice them at all. I sit down before my dick tents my pants just from being held by your beefy, growing body.

     The night carries on just as any other. You’re so open, so easy to talk to. Your smile brings out the mischievous twinkle in your eyes, sparkling under your dark brows. I could tell you’d shaved recently, but the stubble is already growing back. I ask you which wine you’d like and order us a bottle. We’ll stay late enough for it to wear off by the time I need to drive home. We always do.

     Later in the evening, as we’re sharing dessert, you turn down your face. You look up to me from under your eyelashes, with a sheepish grin. Your voice is serious.

     “I haven’t been completely honest with you,” you say. Your voice was not nearly this deep when we first met. I let it rumble over me.

     “What do you mean?” I ask.

     “It’s nothing bad,” you assure me. I see your Adam’s apple bob as you swallow. “Just a little unusual. By now you must’ve noticed that I’ve… changed, since you first met me. Grown, a little?”

     I nod.

     “It’s this thing we have in my family. All the men in my family – my brothers, my dad, my uncles – they’ve all gone through it.”

     I could tell you’re nervous, so I grasp your hand across the table.

     “We… grow,” you continue. “When we’re aroused.”

     It takes a moment for me to understand what you’re implying.

     “Are you aroused, right now?” I ask. I can’t be sure, but your pecs seem to quiver just for a second.

     “Very,” you sigh. “I can feel it in my whole body.”

     “Well, let me tell you something,” I say, leaning forward. “Seeing your shoulders get wider, your ass get fatter, your belly get heavier – seeing all that every time we meet, it turns me on so much. What do you say we head back to my place and see just how big you can get?”

     You smile, relieved and – I can tell – horny. We don’t bother waiving down the waiter, just leave enough for the meal and tip in cash. You stand, and I see your bulge on full display, the tent in your pants begging to burst. There’s no way to hide it, and you know it. You revel in it. I stand, adding a second bulge for all to see, and we leave to find my car.

     As I drive, I look over at the passenger side and see you rubbing your belly, which pushes tightly against your shirt. If it was any bigger, you’d start straining the buttons. I pat your belly with one hand.

     “You ate a lot tonight, eh, big guy?” I say. You chuckle.

     “It’s more than just the food,” you say. “I can feel the need to grow coursing through my whole body. It’s like, my body is begging to cum. My shoulders, my pecs, my belly, my –” you grunt and thrust in your seat “—my dick.”

     We’re at a stoplight. I lean in and kiss you hard. Your stubble has grown to a full five-o’clock shadow, and I feel the beginnings of your mustache scratch my upper lip. The idea of you growing out of your clothes makes me hard, and I can feel the precum staining my briefs.

     Before I lean back, I whisper to you.

     “I want to see your beefy body blow that shirt to shreds.” You let out a moan. I smile. “But wait ‘till we get home.”

     The light turns green and I speed down the road. I hear your breathing intensify until I park at the building. We both leap out of the car and you rush around the hood, your face flushed and glistening with sweat. Your shirt is too small on your body, your pecs and belly straining the buttons, your wide shoulders threatening to tear the seams. You grab my face and kiss me, and I return the favour. I reach up and feel the hair on your face. Your beard is scruffy, and your mustache has already grown in thick.

     “Fuck, you’re so hot. We’re almost there,” I gasp. You’re shaking. I look down, amazed at the strength of the zipper in your pants.

     Inside, an elevator is miraculously waiting for us. We rush in, and I select the 15th floor. The doors close and I turn to see you leaning on the wall, your arms supporting you over your head. Your pits are sweaty, a manly odour. You smell like sex, even though we only so much as kissed. Your shirt rides up your growing belly, revealing the dark trail of hair spreading up from under your pants. I can see the hair thickening. The buttons of your shirt are in their last throes of life, doing their best to hold it closed against your meaty pecs. Your juicy nipples are pressed tightly against your shirt, quivering with your pecs as your body shakes through your deep breaths.

     I gaze down at your bulge. You’re thrusting against your pants in slow deliberate motions, moaning softly, holding back the desire to grow. Sweat drips from your downturned face and collects in your scruff, your eyes closed and brows drawn. You look at me out of the corner of your eye, and I see the effort it’s taking you to hold it in.

     “I want to grow so bad,” you say. You jerk as a wave of sensations courses through your body, your nipples, your dick. A desire to be bigger.

     Your exposed belly fat jiggles as you breathe. I step forwards and reach out to it, and I rub all that fat and hair. You groan aloud and turn your face away, but I lean in close.

     “So grow,” I say.

     You throw your head back as you let the growth overtake you. I feel your belly expand in my hand, gaining mass, just as your hairy chest balloons outwards, the added meat popping the buttons all down your shirt. You moan and flex as your arms and shoulders and back rapidly gain muscle, tearing at the seams. You convulse and shout in pleasure, thrusting your bulge, your cock wetting your pants with precum.

       You feel up your body as it expands and explodes with hair. Your pecs are big slabs of beef covered in a layer of hair that extends down in a treasure trail before meeting the dark patch below your belly button. You relax and let out a breath.

     You stand there in the scraps of your shirt, panting and wet with sweat, one arm on the wall, reeking of sex. You lick the sweat from your mustache. Your beefy pecs rest heavily against your gut, rising and falling with your deep breaths. You scratch at the forest of hair that’s grown across your chest, your fingers disappearing in the dense cleavage between your pecs. Your forearms are nearly as hairy, the hair continuing down your hand. You smile through your beard.

     “Well,” you say as you move to rub your gut, matting down the hair with all that sweat, your rolls spilling over your belt. Your pants will suffer the same fate as your shirt if we don’t get to my apartment soon, and I feel certain that mine will follow suit. “That feels much better.”

     The sight of your hairy, beefy body sends a rush of arousal through me. I leap forwards and grab your pecs, burying my hands in your fur, and kiss you hard. We’re so close. I push my dick against your thigh. I lock my arms around you and feel the downy hairs growing at the base of your neck. You’ve grown taller, and I need to tilt my face upwards to reach your mouth.

     The elevator dings and we step out.

     “So is this how your brothers all look now? Big, beefy bears?” I ask.

     “More or less,” you reply, playing with your bigger pecs. “When we’re in a sexual mood, we grow a little more muscle, some fat. Maybe some hair.”

     “And then what? You fuck it out and turn back?” We reach my door and I fumble for my keys.

     “Sometimes. Usually once you find your mate for life, you keep some beef.”

     You come up behind me, your belly pressed into my lower back. You wrap your arms around me and cup my pecs, then reach down and play with my bulge. I can barely speak through my moans.

     “So what about you, eh?” I ask, opening the door. I turn my face towards you. “Have you ever grown like this before?”

     “A few times,” you say, grinning. Your beard has grown higher up your cheeks, your mustache covering your upper lip completely. “But it’s never felt this good.”

     You lean down and kiss me, pushing us both inside. You slam the door, and then we’re exploring each other’s bodies. I run my hands down your chest and search for your nipples through all the fur. They’ve grown too, little nubs, and I pinch them lightly. You moan through our kisses and use your strong, hairy hands to tear open my shirt. I grasp your hard arms as you touch my own body, caressing my little pecs and belly, my sparse chest hair. You’re so much bigger than me, a man built from muscle and fat. You’re still thrusting against your pants, faster and faster. I reach down and rub your bulge. You speak through our kisses and moans.

     “I can feel it. You ready?”

     You’re grinding against me. I look at you, confused, but before I have the chance to speak you give one final thrust and your dick rips through your pants, thicker and longer than the bottle we had shared earlier tonight. It stands at an angle, rock hard, curving under your belly. You’re leaking what must be a bucket’s worth of precum, and you have the low-hanging balls to maintain it. Your face is locked in pleasure. I reach out and slide my hand along your veiny penis, unable to wrap my hand around it. I’m mesmerized by your big, beautiful dick, and you moan in response.

     “There you go,” you say in your deep rumble. You’re leaning over me with your bulk, pressing me to the wall. “Caress it nice and slow.”

     I squeeze your fleshy head, collecting the precum in my hand, and spread it over your penis. You’re so hard. The zipper of my pants pops and you chuckle.

     “Let me help you with that,” you say, and tear my pants away just as you did my shirt.

     Jerking you slowly with one hand, I collect some pre in the other and rub it over your hairy balls. Your sac nearly overflows my hand. You lead me to the couch and take a seat, motioning for me to get on my knees. I kneel before your wet, slimy, rock-hard dick and look up, over your belly and the mounds of your pecs, to see you lost in the pleasure of flicking your nipples. They’ve grown larger, too, poking out through the dense forest on your chest. You look down at me, your beard reaching up to your cheekbones, framing your piercing eyes beautifully.

     “Suck.”

     I don’t hesitate. The precum flows down your cock, and I dive for the base, licking it up. My tongue and lips are sticky as I work my way up, slurping up your precum. I grab your dick with both hands, already sticky from your manly juices. As my tongue reaches the head, I rub my hands across your belly, mixing the pre into your sweaty fur. I grab handfuls of your beef. My lips envelop your wet tip, and I force my tongue into your slit. You let out a moan and your whole body jerks as I scoop out as much pre as I can. Despite our large dinner, I want nothing more than to swallow every last drop of you.

      I take more of you into my mouth, and you begin to thrust gently. Your breathing gets heavier. My tongue reaches deeper into your slit and I suck on the whole head. I want more. You stop playing with your nipples, opting to rub your pecs, working in that meat and muscle. My tongue explores your penis, massaging those fleshy walls. The sensation is overwhelming you, my tongue inside of you. I rub your belly harder, massage it all over. I want you to feel your size, the pleasure you deserve for growing so fucking much. I tug at the hair as my hands move across your belly.

     “I think –” you start, before a wave of pleasure courses through your body. Your penis pulses in my mouth in rhythm with your breathing. You can feel every ounce of beef on your body. Your fleshy tip grows and I guzzle down your pre.

      “Fuuuck,” you moan. I reach up to your pecs and caress your juicy nipples. Your hands gently rock the back of my head in time with your thrusts. Your face is contorted in pleasure.

     I pull on your nips and you move to caress your own belly, massaging it up and down. You grunt through your breathing, and precum floods into my mouth. I take a breath and start licking your cock again, drinking up the waterfall of pre, watching it collect over your balls. I moan lustfully, seeing how big and hairy your balls have grown in the tight, fleshy sac. I can’t fit them in one hand anymore so I work them with both. You’re shaking, you’re moaning, and you can’t stop touching yourself – your pecs, your gut, your thighs.

     “I think I’m about to –” your breath hitches, “—to grow again.”

     “Fuck yeah,” I breathe out. I start to jerk you off, my two hands just barely grasping your whole dick. “Grow for me big guy.” I lick your belly and taste the salt of your sweat and precum. “I want you huge.”

     I can see the concern in your eyes, wondering if you dare let yourself get any bigger. But you see the surety in mine, and then the mischievous glint is back. Deep down, you want this too. More muscle, more fat, more hair. This is who you were meant to be. A giant, hairy, beefy, bull-balled beast. You just need to grow and let it loose.

       “Auuuurrraaaugh,” you exclaim, and you push out your chest as your whole body expands. All at once, your shoulders and back grow wider, your belly spills out on your lap, and your pecs explode, perky yet heavy. You feel the weight pack onto your body, you feel yourself take up more space. The couch groans as your ass expands with muscle and your legs grow longer. A wave of hair rushes outwards from your bush. It careens across your body as your thighs thicken, your belly fattens, and your chest sags with pure meat. Your nipples pulse and grow, pushed downwards from all that muscle. You fall forwards, lost in the ecstasy of your strong, beefy body. The floor shakes as you fall on top of me and push me down on the rug, holding yourself up by your elbows. You’re thrusting again, grinding your rolls of fat and muscle against my body. You breathe heavily into my neck, your bushy beard tickling my chest. You kiss my neck, my collarbone, caressing me softly with your thick stache. I can feel your big belly press down on me with all that mass and hair. I raise my arms and caress your sweaty back, unable to reach around.

     We’re locked in the embrace for a while, your weight pressing down on me. Panting, you push yourself up onto your hands, and I’m consumed by lust. The biggest jocks in the world would wish to be half as large as you. I’m gazing up at your deep cleavage, exposed to the hair and sweat that’s overtaken you. The arms holding you up are thicker than my thighs, the hair lightly trailing from your densely-covered forearms up your beefy muscles and over your rock-hard shoulders – each shoulder bigger than my head. Your chest hair has grown up your neck to meet your beard, thick and full. Your pecs are wet with sweat and matted fur, hanging above me and weighed down from all their beef, your juicy nipples begging to be sucked. The hair continues down your gut. Even holding yourself up, your belly grazes my chest, hanging full and low. And just behind it, I can feel the pre leaking from your cock collect on my belly. All that pleasure, and you still hadn’t cum. I reach around your gut and find your balls, each big enough for one of my hands.

      Your breathing is heavy, and you swallow hard, speaking slowly.

     “I need to fuck you. Now.”

     Your words wash over me and I shiver, my dick throbbing. I haven’t touched it once and I might burst at any second.

     You sit back on your knees and run a hand through your hair.

     “Fuck,” I say. “You’re massive.”

      Your chuckle sends a wave through all your beef. Your breathing has slowed, and you’re able to catch your breath. I look you up and down.

     While your whole body grew immensely, your head wasn’t catching up. I can see that, yes, it had grown, but it still looked undersized resting atop such broad shoulders and traps, just accentuating how much you’ve grown. You scratch your belly through the fur. Your gut and chest are so hairy I can barely see underneath. Your gut rests heavily across your thighs, your hard dick hugging it tightly as it curves underneath. I watch the precum drizzle out with each slow pulse. My rug is soaked where you sit.

     “Yeah,” you say, slapping your gut, “I must be the biggest man my family has ever grown. I feel so… strong.”

     You stand, shaking the furniture. Each of your thighs is thicker than me, supporting a juicy ass dusted with hair. The hair has grown down your thighs and calves, reaching even over your feet and toes. Your shoulders and back are the last place for the fur to invade.

      You flex, double biceps, and in any way you can. You love the feeling of being a massive, hairy hulk. Your belly shakes with each movement. Your penis and nipples pulse in time with your breathing.

     I rise to meet you, barely as tall as your chest. Your fat nipples push gently atop your belly, forced downwards with the weight of your pecs. I approach you and massage your fat gut with one hand, your back with the other. You chuckle again, adoring how I worship your beefy frame. You’ve grown a patch of hair just above your crack. I pet it a bit, then move my hand down to grab onto your hairy cheek.

     “You’re the biggest man this world has ever grown,” I say. I kiss your belly, lick the fur. You pull me close, ramming my dick against your thigh. I work my kisses up your belly, until I reach the nipple and take it into my mouth. I suckle on it slowly. With my other hand, I massage your belly and find your other nipple. I roll it between my fingers, already slicked with your sweat. You close your eyes and I watch your hand reach down to stroke yourself.

     My tongue plays with your juicy nip and I give it a little nibble. You jerk your cock slowly, but I can feel you shaking. Your other hand explores my ass as mine explores yours. Your hand is huge, big enough to latch onto one of my cheeks. Your face is lost in ecstasy as my hand works its way between your hairy ass. God, you’re so sweaty. It’s warm and wet and hairy between all that meat. Through all the fur, I find your hole. I rub all along your crack and give it a tickle, and you do the same to me.

     “Get me ready,” I gasp, releasing your nipple. “Stretch me out for that giant cock.”

     You gaze down at me over your meaty pec, and your thick, hairy finger, slick with sweat and pre, pushes its way inside me. I moan and lean on your belly, my head resting on your fur. My mouth finds your nipple. I bite it lightly and feel it pulse in my mouth.

     Locked in each other’s gazes, your hand stops jerking your cock. As you lift your hand to your face, the precum drips down into the hair on your chest and belly. It mixes with your beard as you bring your head down and suck on your finger, slurping up the pre for yourself. You pleasure us both, another finger slipping into my hole as you lick the pre from your hand. I’m shaking, suckling harder at your swollen nipple. You lap up the pre on your thumb, on your palm, and you reach down for more. As you bring a cupped palm back to your mouth, a third finger slips into my ass. You massage my hole, stretching me out wider and deeper, playing with the walls of my ass. You pour the pre into your mouth and let it spill down your face, the streams caught in your mustache and beard. I hold onto you as tightly as I can. I suckle forcefully, my tongue playing with your nipple. You wipe your sticky hand on your beard, mixing the pre into the hair, and smile. A fourth finger.

     I thrust my dick against your thigh, slick with my own pre. I grind and grind, overcome with lust and arousal. You’re hungry, shoveling precum from your dick to your mouth, until the crevice between your hairy pecs is flooded and sticky. You feel a wave of pleasure and you frown, your eyes losing focus. I feel quivers in your pecs as they grow larger and firmer. Your fingers fuck me harder. You’re groaning, trying to speak but no words come out. Your breaths catch. I suck on your fat, juicy, meaty nipple and you groan hard, and your pecs are flooded with pressure, and your groan grows louder and you rock back and forth, and your nipple releases thick, creamy man milk into my hungry mouth.

     Your chest jerks as I realize what’s happening and suckle harder on your man tits, wanting more. I swallow all of your nipple cum, drawing out more with each suck. You groan again and I feel an explosion of man milk from your other nipple. I’m quick to massage it into your fur, caressing your belly and meaty pec once more. I tug at one nipple and suck on the other. Your dick and balls pulse and grow.

     “My… tits…” you breathe out, and you groan and another wave of milk explodes into my mouth and over your fat belly. Over and over, you flex your pecs and groan as man milk pours out of your meaty tits. My belly is pressed against yours, swollen from your hot cream. I swallow all that I can and, when I finally can’t take anymore, I release your nipple. I wipe my hand on the little patch of hair on my now-distended belly as you retract your fingers from my ass and catch your breath.

     “I just came from my nipples,” you said. They pulse and squirt. “That was… that was…”

     “Hot as fuck?” I ask, patting my own stuffed belly. The nipple cum sloshes around inside. I look at you, a giant, hulking man covered in hair, sweat, and cream. “But how do you feel about cumming for real this time?”

     I place my hand on the fleshy head of your dick. Your penis has grown larger, longer than my forearm, and I doubt my hands would come close to circling it. Your mustache has grown bushier and covers your entire mouth, but I see you grin under the beard. You lift and hold me up, my dick pressed against your belly. You place me down on your dick, my crack lined up along its wet length.

     “Let’s get you lubed up down there,” you say, and kiss me through your beard. My face is sticky from all the precum that spilled down your face. You lean back and I direct you to the bedroom. I bury my face between your pecs, unable to resist the manly musk emanating from that forested crevice. I lap up the sweat, the precum, the man milk, sucking it straight off the hair. My face fits perfectly between your pec tits. As you lumber over to the bed, my ass pulses, hungry for the slick cock it rests upon. My hands tug on your pulsing nipples. My penis is drenched with your sweat and man milk, pressed tightly against your belly. The pleasure courses through my body; I can feel it in my gut, stuffed with your precum and man milk, and it spreads through my chest, my nipples, my ass. I grind on your belly faster, thrust my ass along your wet cock.

     “You’re warm,” you tell me. “Your breathing – Are you alright?”

     I try to reply, but a moan is all I can manage. I’m too enveloped by pleasure. It’s my turn to thrust my cock, fucking it against your furry belly as I quiver in your arms. My cock feels like a fountain, more precum gushing out than ever before in my life. You notice my rhythm and join me, grinding your slick cock against my ass.

     “Yeah, you getting horny?” You say as I’m lost in pleasure. “You like sitting on this big dick, hugging this gut? You like being covered in my sweat and cream?”

     I massage my pecs, my pecs that feel so big and juicy, and my belly, big and round and heavy. I can feel it, the need to grow, to gain mass. My shoulders, my ass, it all wants more. My body jerks and I groan aloud, and I can feel the muscle rapidly accumulate on my body in the most pleasurable bodily orgasm. It doesn’t stop as the fat rushes in and covers me in beef, my belly growing until my dick is cushioned between your gut and mine. I massage my pecs and feel the hair grow in, spreading outwards from the crevice of my meaty chest, down my newly formed gut. My ass explodes with hair, already wet from your leaking cock. The pleasure subsides, but my penis is still a fountain of pre. I lean back in your arms.

     “What was that?” I ask, caressing my belly. You lower me down onto the bed.

     “I’ve never heard of anything like this happening,” you say. You massage your muscle tits, nursing out some milk. “But if I were to guess, all that milk you drank is coming a long way.”

     You’re kneeling at the edge of the bed, the giant, fleshy head of your dick lined up with my ass. I eye your chest, your nipples leaking their cream onto your gut. You scoop up some milk and I watch your mustached mouth envelop your fingers, consuming your own thick cream. My belly grumbles.

     “And it sounds like you’re ready for more.”

     Your eyes examine my new, thicker, hairier body, proud of what your man milk has made. I feel the desire to grow course through my body, the need to pack on the mass.

     “Make me bigger,” I say. “Fuck me, and nurse me on your tits, and make me grow.”

     You grin and lift my legs, spreading my cheeks. You take it slow, gently prodding at my hole with the head of your dick. The hair in my crack and on my ass tickles your fleshy cockhead. You push the head in, and my asshole stretches in pleasure. I grasp the sheets and groan.

     “More,” I say. “Fuck me!”

     You grunt and ease inside of me further. You begin to thrust, gradually getting deeper each time you rock forwards. I’m moaning, and I’m massaging my belly, my pecs. You lean in, and the underside of your belly grazes the tip of my dick. I can feel my balls hang lower, know that they’re growing to hold more cum. I reach one hand over and caress your belly.

     “FUCK ME!” I yell one final time.

     You push yourself inside me, down to the base of your cock, and I moan in pleasure. I can feel you inside me, the pressure filling me up. I grab your belly and pull you down, and you collapse on top of me. You embrace me in your strong, hairy arms, and I reach around your back, I can feel the hair starting to grow. I wrap my legs around your thighs and feel the hair that’s grown across your juicy ass. The weight of your balls on my balls, your belly on mine – fuck, you’re a giant, hairy beast.

     Your nipples are leaking hard onto my beefy chest, the cream sticking to the fur. I shuffle over and lift my head, desperate for more milk. Your nipples have only grown bigger, longer and girthier than most guys can dream for their dicks. I take one giant nipple into my mouth and suck, and your thick cream gushes out to meet my tongue.

     You thrust harder, your dick growing and reaching further inside me.

     “Fuck yeah,” you say, “nurse on my big fucking nipples while I fuck you in the ass.”

     I suck harder, my belly expanding with all your milk.

     “You like this big hairy beast on top you?” You ask as your gut shakes violently. Your back hair is growing in fast, and I tug at it, lost in the pleasure of being pinned down under your mass. “You like suckling on this beast’s milk? You want to be this big, this hairy, this beefy?”

     A wave of cum from your nipples, and I could feel the milk starting to take effect. The muscle, the fat, it makes all of me grow. My belly expands, shaking in time with your thrusts. All your milk sloshes inside of me, making my shoulders broaden and my pecs grow meatier. I can hear the slaps as you thrust against my growing ass. I release your nipple.

     “I can feel your cock growing inside of me,” I say, and feel it pulse. “But I want your whole body to grow. I want you bigger. More belly, more muscle, more beast.”

     The milk is working its way through my system. I’m growing taller, inching up passed your pecs. My dick is growing, lodged between your belly and mine, fucking all the mass and hair.

     You look down at me. Your beard is massive, your mustache alone probably bushy enough to cover your cheeks and jaw. Your hair has started thinning.

     “Remember how small we were earlier tonight?” I ask. “Shirts tucked in, buttons done up?”

     You moan at the memory.

     “We were tiny. But now…” I flex my pecs as they quiver and gain mass, push my belly out. I tighten my ass around your pulsing cock. “We’re giant… beasts… Hair everywhere…”

     Our pecs shake. I reach around your arms, fingering the hair on your shoulders, your back. You thrust harder, loving the size of our bodies. Your head is fully bald now, and I could feel that mine is the same.

     “Look at me, I’m still growing,” I say, flexing for you. I rub our bellies, covered in hair. My pecs, covered in hair. Everything is getting bigger. My dick is growing, pushing its way between our bellies as you fuck me. Soon we’re eye to eye.

     “Look at my –” I grunt “—big fucking pecs,” I say, as they expand outwards to meet yours. The hair on our bellies and pecs is intermingling, the sweat and precum and milk all mixed in. Our nipples are wet and flicking each other.

     “Look at all this hair,” I say. We’re both beasts, the hair growing up our pecs and over our shoulders. I pet your back, running my fingers through all the sweaty hair covering it in its entirety. I can feel the same on my back, the hair on my ass. Our heads are the only hairless parts of our bodies. My dick feels amazing, growing, growing, and your dick pulses inside of me.

     You breathe in rapid beats, your arms shaking, your musky odour enveloping us.

     “Look –” I say, panting for breath “—at this –” your weight on top of me “—fucking –” our bellies and pecs pressed against each other “—dick.”

     With that last word, my dick bursts forth, gaining length and girth until it’s nestled in the sweaty, hairy crevice formed by our pecs.

     “You, fucking my ass,” I say. “Me, fucking our pecs.”

     As one, we dive onto my big, fleshy cockhead, guzzling down the pre. We reach our tongues down the slit, desperate for more to fill our bellies. I feel amazing, two beasts’ hairy mouths exploring my tip, hungry for my cum. We embrace each other, your hairy arms wrapped around my hairy back, mine around yours, fucking hard. My ass tightens, more meat packing itself on. We flex our pecs, squeezing the pre out of my dick. God, my giant, fleshy dick. You grew it this big, and I can feel it pulse. We’re breathing heavily, we can feel all the beef on our bodies aching for growth, for more hair. Our balls have grown so large, each nearly as big as my belly. The cum is sloshing around, pent up for release, and we fuck each other harder. Our pecs fill up, growing into man tits, sloshing in rhythm, the man milk building itself up.

     Your cock drags the hair on my ass with each thrust, in and out, in and out. Mine feels the hair of our bellies, our cleavage, our beards and mustaches as we make out with the fleshy head. You start to grunt, your thrusts becoming erratic, and I follow suit. We jerk each other’s nipples, each fat and fleshy enough for one hand. They leak that thick cream, and we’re both guzzling it down between breaths from my engorged cock.

     “I want to GROW,” you say. I grunt.

     “GROW,” I join.

     “Fuck yeah. I want a bigger belly, bigger pecs, a bigger dick.”

     “More hair, more milk, more mass.”                                                                  

     We look into each other’s eyes. The glistening of our scalps accentuates the hair on our faces, our shoulders, our chests. Your beard is soaked in my pre, and mine too. Your lean over my fleshy, pulsing dick, joining our sticky beards as we kiss. I tug at the hair on your back, push back against the pressure of your gut. You kiss me hard, lips sticky with precum. My slit soaks our beards. Our balls groan with all the cum they’ve stored. It’s time.

     Our dicks thrust and quiver and our balls clench. They grow, one last time, pulsing larger, and release their manly cum. You thrust deep into my ass, moaning as we kiss, burying your cum deep inside me. You fill me up from the inside, the pressure threatening to make me explode. My fleshy head bursts too, drenching our beards, our faces, our pecs in my cum.

     We lap it up, and we keep cumming. Our balls clench, over and over, spurting cum in volleys no man can dream of. My belly grows rapidly from all the cum you shoot inside me. Our nipples, begging for release, join the frenzy, cumming their muscle milk. We flex our pecs as they cum, the heavy cream sticking to all our fur. Finally, our bodies revel in the orgasm, and grow. Our fat, our muscles, our pecs. We swallow all the cum we can and we grow. The bed crumbles under our weight. Our asses and bellies grow fatter, our pecs grow meatier, our shoulders broader. We’re cumming and cumming. Your cum leaks out of my ass, mine covers our hairy bodies. We swallow what we can from my dick, and then we’re licking each other all over, desperate for more.

     You flip me over, hungry for my ass. I rest on my belly, my dick nestled between my beefy pecs, still oozing that thick cream. I dig my head down into the slit, lapping up the precious cum, and feel myself expand. You spread my juicy cheeks, massaging them as they grow meatier and hairier in your grasp, and you ram your tongue down my ass. Two cum hungry beasts, growing and moaning and grunting. I can feel your mustache grow, your beard getting larger and tickling the hair on my ass. Your face is buried between my cheeks, sucking out your cum from the depths of my beefy body. My pecs balloon outwards, and I flex them, squeezing the last bit of cum from my dick and milk from my nipples. You explore my ass with your tongue, licking up what you can from the hair. You give my ass one final lick, from the base of my sack all the way up my hairy crack. The room shakes as you sit back.

     I turn around to see a giant covered in hair and cum. Sitting on your plump ass, you’re nearly as high as the ceiling. Your shoulders reach the length of the wall, the hair all but hiding your muscles. Your face is nearly buried between them and your huge, hairy traps. Your mustache reaches down to your shoulders, your beard partway down your belly, sticky and wet. Behind all that hair, your huge pecs, those beefy pillows of meat, rest heavily atop your belly. Your nipples still pulse, oozing cream. Your belly is a massive, round ball of fat and muscle that sits on the floor in front of you. Your dick, thicker than your arms, snakes out from underneath, nearly as long as your outstretched legs, your balls pushed over beside your thigh. You jerk your nipples gently as you look me up and down, grinning.

     I crawl over to you, my belly and balls and dick dragging across the slick floor. I’m not nearly as big as you, but I’m huge nonetheless. I cuddle up against you and all your fur, and you caress my belly. You lean down and bring my softening dick to your mouth. I shudder as you guide it through your mustache and lick it, shaking with one final spurt of growth.

     We kiss through the cum and sweat. You smile.