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Garrett wasn’t much for superstition, and growing up in a white middle class superb, he knew next to nothing about luchadors or the colorful history of Mexican wrestling.

Needless to say, when he stumbled across the máscara of legendary luchador “El Fantasma” buried at the bottom of a box in an old thrift store near campus, he saw nothing more than a fun costume idea for the masquerade frat party he was to attend that night.

“That mask is cursed!” warned the mousy old Mexican lady behind the counter, “El Fantasma never met an opponent he couldn’t defeat—in life and in death. It is said that he who wears his mask will be possessed by the spirit of El Fantasma, and take his place as the strongest luchador in the world!”

What a crock of shit, Garrett thought to himself as he sat on the edge of his bed, gazing down at his new mask. The lady hadn’t even charged him for it, like she just wanted the damn thing off her hands. “Her loss,” Garrett said, running his fingers across the brilliant blue fabric.

In an act of foolish defiance, the pasty college frat boy slipped the máscara over his head. “See?” he said to his reflection in the mirror across the room, “there’s no such thing as curses.”

But Garrett spoke too soon. Because seconds later, his body began to go through drastic changes. His shoulders shot out in either direction as his frame packed on 100 pounds of muscle and fat. His belly swelled into a thick gut, his stubby mushroom cock into a girthy uncut beast, and his skin went from milky white to coffee brown.

“¿Qué me está pasando?” Garrett heard an unfamiliar voice cry out from under the mask. He could say goodbye to English for the foreseeable future… or his frat party… or entire life for that matter.

Because the old lady’s warning had come true: the spirit of El Fantasma had found a new vessel. Garrett could only watch in horror as he transformed mind, body and soul into the greatest luchador to have ever walked the earth.

Thanks to that dumb gringo, he was walking the earth once more. And it was time to reclaim his title…

“How does it feel,” he purrs into your ear, the thick stench of his breath filling your senses, “how does it feel with daddy inside you?”

You can only moan in reply. You feel his torso ripple on top of you, a wave of motion that begins at his chest and ends at his hips. You feel him thrust, feel the coarse hair on his body scratch against your bare skin, feel his cock drill deeper and deeper into your ass.

“Ah!” You cry. He’s found your prostate, and he knows. A primal growl emanates from above as the thrusts increase in speed. This is a man who knows pleasure, someone for whom sex isn’t just a pastime, but an art.

Right now, you are his canvas. Literally.

“You ready?” he asks, rhetorically. “You ready to become just like daddy?”

Kind of a weird thing to say, you think. But a reply never forms in your mouth, instead emerging as a series of high pitched whines, like a hungry animal.

But he understands. You know because his thrusts are becoming harder and harder, and he’s gripping your hands in a fist. You turn to see his big hairy fingers intertwined with yours. You’re just imagining what it would be like to have hands that big and hairy, when something akin to a bear growl rings in both ears.

He gives one, final thrust, and unleashes a torrent of seed into your hole. You feel it fill your rectum, feel it leak out of your ass and onto the bed. Then, as if your imagination were playing tricks on you, you see patches of black begin to form on your thin, gangly arms.

Patches of hair.

You ready to become just like daddy?

You wiggle out from under him, suddenly terrified. “Everything okay?” he asks in a way that suggests he already knows the answer.

“Yeah!” you lie. “I just have to use the bathroom. That cool?”

“Fine by me,” he says with a wink.

You stumble into his bathroom, afraid to look at your reflection in the mirror. An insatiable itch has overtaken most of the skin on your upper body, a tickling sensation that could only mean one thing: more hair.

That’s not possible. You shaved your whole body not two hours ago. Hell, you shave your body almost every day, and yet here you are, gazing down at two big furry pecs.

And my god, are they big. You’ve always prided yourself on being fairly in shape (“toned” read your description on Grindr), but right now, you’re bigger than you’ve ever been. Big block-like pecs, big round shoulders, and biceps big enough to give the sweaty, hairy daddy in the other room a run for his money. And you keep getting bigger.

… Just like daddy.

Those words keep ringing in your mind. You didn’t think anything of them at the time: sweet nothings whispered in the heat of the moment. Dirty talk. But his dirty talk is becoming your reality: you are becoming just like daddy, though to what extent is still to be discovered. Right now, you’ve got the muscles of someone who hits the gym way too often, and the hair of someone who doesn’t know how to use a razor.

But you’re still you: a horny 26 year old with a thing for older guys. You aren’t one… yet.

“Doin’ alright in there?” he calls from the bedroom.

“Just fine!” but the voice that calls back in reply sounds almost identical to his. You spin around, thinking for a split second that there must be another big, burly bear in the room with you. But no: the voice is yours. This is your voice now, deep and raspy, the same voice that was growling in your ear just a few minutes ago.

Something hot and wet leaks out of your hole and tickles the fresh hairs around the base of your ass. His load. That’s how this all started right? His seed seeping into your bloodstream, rewriting your DNA. You rush to the toilet and try to rid your body of the remaining splooge.

But it’s too late. It’s too late because you’re now entering the next—and most drastic stage of your transformation, the stage where you literally become “just like daddy.”

It starts as a grumble in your stomach. You look down to see your previously flat chest swell into a big round muscle gut. Your body isn’t just packing on muscle now, but fat as well. Your pecs sag downwards slightly as your hairy skin turns rough and leathery, no longer the skin of a 26 year old, but of someone fast approaching their 40’s. Maybe 50’s.

I gotta get out of here, you think. But when you stand, the changes only accelerate. Hairs that were previously dark brown begin to grey. Muscles that were previously tight and defined balloon with fat. You can do nothing but watch your reflection in the bathroom mirror transform into that of a 50 year old muscle bear in a mere matter of seconds.

You burst out of the bathroom. “WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO ME?” booms your deep, daddy voice. You’re ready to fight, ready to put these new muscles to good use and get retribution on the man who may have just taken three decades off of your life.

But he’s just sitting there on the bed, smiling, stroking his cock and caressing you with his eyes. “Damn son,” he says, “you turned out pretty good, if I do say so myself.”

“Turn. Me. Back.”

He cocks his head. “You sure about that, bud? Because, you seem to be enjoying yourself, and I’d hate to stop you.” He nods to your cock, and you look down to see what has become of your precious package.

The first thing you notice is how big it has become. Not just in terms of length, but girth: the thing looks like a fat squash emerging from a forest of dark pubes. And that’s when you notice that it’s standing straight upwards, erect, and dripping slivery pre cum like you’ve just been stroking it for the last ten minutes.

Difficult to admit as it may be, the transformation has made you extremely horny. Your desire to punish the man who made you this way is circumvented only by your desire to get back in bed with him and fuck like rabbits.

“Tell you what,” he says, as if reading your mind, “why don’t we give that new body of yours a test run? If you don’t like it, you can have your old body back, and we can forget this ever happened.”

It’s an attractive proposal, from an incredibly attractive guy. You can fool around in the body of your dreams for a bit, then walk away as your normal self. Kind of a win-win.

“Fine,” you say. “But this is a test run. Then I want everything back to normal. You understand?”

In lieu of a reply, your partner crawls off of the bed and walk towards you. Slow. Seductive. You lock eyes, and he drops to his knees, that big scruffy beard just inches away from your eager cock. “Whatever you say,” he whispers, “daddy.”

With that, he begins to suck. You wrap those big hairy mitts around his bald head and drive your cock deeper and deeper down his throat. You feel his beard scratch the inside of your thighs, feel his nostrils inhale the scent of your pubes, and it doesn’t take you long for you to realize that saying goodbye to this body is going to be a lot more difficult than you imagined. Just as he fucked you full of his DNA, so is he sucking away all your inhibitions, every trace of your old self.

Tomorrow, you will wake up in his bed, in his house, in his life. And you will for every day after that. Because this is where you’ve always wanted to be: in the arms of a hairy, mature man. And now, you are one too. Sometimes, you’ll remember your old life, what it was like to be young and naive. But then you’ll strip down and he’ll worship that big, beefy body of your’s, and you’ll forget all about being 26.

This is the new you, and I have a feeling you’re gonna have a good time.

oh you like some leather play? Well before we can get started we need to suit you up man, You'll find a great set on your bed why don't you go and try it on right now and show everyone. Sure it feels a bit loose in some places, and maybe the leather is a bit too heavy in other spots but I'm sure it'll feel like a second skin in no time.

nice beard mate, you are really starting to look the part. I know you really wanted to be beefed up but we might not have time, you are running late man. Late for what you might be asking? well leather night at your local gay bar of course. You'll have to hoof it on foot mate, we gotta make sure your musk is good before you get socialising with a bunch of guys just like you. Man, you really seem out of breath, and you keep complaining about how hot your suit is, well that's leather buddy, its like your body is trapped in a green house but its okay, the bar is just over there and you can unzip it a bit and show off that new chest hair. Oh how silly of me, I forgot to beef you up will lets get to it. You feel your body begin to expand under the leather and the suit grows tight and uncomfortable as your new layer of scratchy hair is compressed against the leather. You feel an insane amount of pressure build up as you hear the leather strain around you before the buttons and straps give way to your new body.

Across town there Mike was just finishing up his work at the office with his boring marketing job. Email after email being responded to. Some making him really question his choices in life. Why was he even doing this job anymore? Some of the emails he responded to really made no sense and he wondered if the employees that worked for him even had a lick of common sense in their empty little brains. Slamming his laptop shut, he packed up his bag, locked his office and walked out of the building ready to be home where he could relax and drift off into nothing.

Putting his head buds in he enjoyed walking down the warm streets of the city trying to ignore the beggars as they were tried to get money from him. Dancing around them as he managed to doge each and every one he continued on his way. Soon Mike passed by an alley that he passed by every evening on his way hut for some reason this night it struck a particular interest for him because out of the corner of his eye he seen what could only be described as a faint light from a shop window glowing in the corner tucked away behind a garbage can. It seemed as if time has came to a stop. Nothing seemed to be moving and he he was drawn to the light. Slowly Mike walked toward to glow into the dark alley. Only seeing why could be illuminated by the light of the shops window.

Mike stood in front of the door. Memories by the ancient carvings that he seen. It looked like an old antique shop and for some reason the world still remained at a standstill. Even though he was unaware of it. Slowly the door opened and without even needing an invitation Mike was drawn into the shop where the door shut. Leaving him in a dark room that was joe only lit by the candle light sitting on a desk. And behind that desk was an ancient looking man with red eyes and pointed teeth.

“Why are you here my boy! No one comes to this shop unless they need something. And you seem as though you don’t !”

Mike not even sure what to say. He couldn’t speak. He was shocked that the old man could even speak being so old and decrepit. Then with a sinister smile the old man laughed. Pointed his head back to the coin that floating in mid air that Mike just realized was there. “My boy choose. Heads or tails!”

Mike began to stutter. Not even know what to say. He didn’t even get to a chance to choose before the coin floor. Piercing the ancient wooden floor like a knife. “Hmm landed on its side. Interesting. Well this should be fun” said the old man as he cracked another evil grin. “It looks like an old man is about to come out of retirement” he said as his eyes flared red.

Mike’s tongue finally started to produce the words that Mike had so desperately trying to make. “What are you talking about!? Who are you!?”

“I have many names. Mainly the evil one. And you my dear man are going to be first of many upon my return. Heads and tails would have kept me in retirement. A complete shut in from the world. But here we are. A coin on its side. And a human in my realm.”

Mike began to step back toward the door. He wanted to escape but the door couldn’t be found. And the old man was walking closer to him. “Don’t run just yet. We have to see if I still have it!”

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“It’s been a long time since I’ve checked on my crates Mike. It’s time for me to get back out into the world.” Mike was stuck with fear as the old man had no way of knowing his name. “But let’s have some fun! All those long days in the office. All those long days being stressed. I know what you’ve secretly wished for Mike. What you’ve always wanted but you could never have. You’ve always wanted a life of excitement yes ? Well I’m going to give you just that !”

Mike felt sick to his stomach students as his vision began to shift. Standing was becoming more and more difficult by the second as his he quickly became dizzy as the room seemed to become much hotter than it was previously. “What. What are you doing to me!” Mike demanded not noticing his voicing getting deeper. The old man chuckled “I’m just giving you what you want!” Mike soon fell to the ground as sweat began to pour from his body. He was quickly becoming itchy not realizing the full extend of the changes that were taking place on his body as the old man was there. His shoes started to become tight as his feet quickly became too big for the size 11 shoes he was wear. He struggled to kick them off and when he did he was surprised to see his feet stretching right in front of him. But what scared him was the thick black curls that he could see poking out of the white cotton socks he was wearing. Hair. And lots of it. Taking his socks off he was horrified to see just how much was changing.

The changes quickly traveled up his legs making them cramp as his skin begin to burn as if he was in the sun for far too long. Not realizing the heavy tan that was now permanent on his skin as it would be hard to see. Hard quickly grew over in legs in thick curls that traveled up all the way to his stomach where it continued to grow only to get thicker. It traveled up his torso where abs and pecs quickly formed in emends muscle spasms that left Mike unable to move on the floor. Muscle that would be hard to see under the hair that would be costing his chest and Abs from here on out. His arms bulked up with muscle as his hands thickened into man’s hands as hair traveled across the backs of them too and continued up his arms meeting with his chest hair. His back quickly became a carpet like the rest of his body while a thick beard began to grow in length and get hotter but the second.

Mikes face began to contort and reshape. All Mike could do was scream in agony as he was forced to change by the old man against his will. Being covered in hair and being packed with muscle. When the changes were done, Mike was completely unrecognizable.

As like sat up a thick silver chain formed across his neck and got tangled in the mess of beard and chest hair that he now had. He looked completed different! “What did you do to me !!”

The old man just snickered at him “why. I’m giving you a life of excitement! Something is missing though…”Mike felt as thought he had something in his throat. Something was right.

“cos'hai fatto!” Mike demanded but as soon as the words left his mouth he was shocked. His hairy hands jumped to his throat. Not knowing what he said.

“That’s better ! I’m adding you to my creatures. And what I was missing was the dirty Italian. Go on try speaking !!”

“non puoi farmi questo! (You can do this to me)” Mike demanded in his new native tongue!

“Sure I can my dear man! In fact! All that cologne you wear and expensive jewelry! I’ll make sure no one ever mistakes you for one again!” Instantly Mike began to smell as thought he doused himself in a bottle of the cheapest cologne you could find on the shelf. As thick golden rings formed on his hairy fingers. Expensive shoes formed on his feet while his clothes became very form fitting. “You’re going to have a body for excitement. And men and women are going to look and love every inch of that stinky Italian body you are going to be cursed to have now!” The old man’s eyes glowed red. Mike didn’t even know it but one of his own teeth had been capped during the transformation by a gold. Making him look even more cheap and Italian than he could ever have possibly imagined. “Now. My creature. Let’s go find your brothers.” The door to the shop burst open and the old man walked out. As if my some invisible leash, Mike’s larger hairy feet began to move on their own. Following their new master into the world of change. The old man was now out of retirement. And the world was ready to be cursed once again.

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