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Part One of this story can be found here I couldn’t wait any longer.

My thick bear cock was aching, leaking precum down my hairy thigh. I found Ethan at the bar, a cute, smooth, skinny twink who looked nervous but excited when I pressed my massive gut against him and invited him back to my place.

As soon as we got through the door, I had him bent over the bed.

I didn’t go slow.

I shoved my fat, throbbing bear cock deep into his tight little hole in one powerful thrust. Ethan moaned loudly, gripping the sheets as I started pounding him mercilessly, my heavy hairy belly slapping rhythmically against his smooth back.

“Fuck… you’re so tight,” I growled, lost in the pleasure.

I had no idea Compound B was still contagious.

I fucked him harder, deeper, grunting like a beast as my heavy balls tightened. When I finally roared and unloaded inside him pumping thick ropes of hot bear cum deep into his guts,I thought that was it, that this would be a pump and dump.

Then Ethan started whimpering.

“Oh god… something’s happening…”

The changes hit him fast and hard.

It started in his ass. I felt his hole suddenly clench and pulse around my cock as it loosened and deepened, becoming a proper bear hole. Then his spine arched as his back broadened, shoulders widening with audible pops. His smooth chest began to itch violently, dark, coarse hair sprouting rapidly across his pecs, spreading downward in thick waves until his entire torso was covered in a dense, musky pelt.

His stomach was next.

Ethan gasped as his belly surged forward, swelling dramatically into a huge, soft, rounded gut that hung heavily. Thick hair continued to spread over the new belly, covering every inch. His nipples darkened and thickened, becoming sensitive bear tits that begged to be played with.

“Fuuuuck!” he cried out, voice cracking and dropping into a deep, gravelly rumble.

His arms ballooned with fat and muscle, biceps thickening, forearms growing strong and hairy. His legs followed his thighs exploding in size, calves rounding out, everything covered in thick fur. His face pushed forward, jaw squaring off as a full, bushy beard exploded across his cheeks and chin, he looks much older now. Made even older as his hairline receded slightly, giving him that perfect mature bear look.

His cock was the last to change.

It swelled dramatically in my hand as I reached around to stroke him growing longer, thicker, heavier, until he had a fat, uncut bear cock leaking against the underside of his new massive gut.

When it was finally over, Ethan , now a big, hairy, bearded bear just like me, collapsed onto the bed, panting, his enormous furry belly rising and falling with every breath.

He slowly sat up, staring down at himself in disbelief. His big hands roamed over his heavy gut, squeezing the soft, hairy flesh, tugging on his new thick nipples. His fat cock twitched hard against his belly.

“What… what the fuck did you do to me?” he growled in his new deep voice, looking equal parts shocked and insanely turned on.

I stared at the massive bear I had just created, my own cock already getting hard again.

“I didn’t know it could spread like that…” I admitted, voice thick with lust.

Ethan looked down at his transformed body once more, then back at me with hungry eyes. He gave his heavy belly a slap, watching it jiggle, and grinned.

Mike was laying in bed one evening, scrolling through some dating app. God everyone around him was a Twink, just like he was. Why was he even on this app? He was a virgin and wouldn’t have any idea what to even do if anyone even messaged him.

He looked down at his skinny, hairless  body and sighed, no matter how hard he tried he could never put on any weight, and his family weren’t exactly known for the hairiness. Looking back at his phone he noticed a notification.

Seems like you’re in an area predominantly made up of people identifying as ‘twink’. Would you like to help us make this area more diverse?

Mike frowned, it seemed like a weird notification, but it couldn’t hurt, and maybe it would allow him to see some more guys. Pressing accept he was expecting the app to do something but noting happened. 

He absentmindedly scratched his large, muscular, hairy chest as he continued scrolling through the large amount of winks at his disposal. He’d almost made his way though all of them, some of them a dozen times. It helped that he was the only non-twink for miles. He snapped a picture of himself, showing of his thick beard and updated his profile picture, within moments his inbox was full of thirsty twinks looking for some fun.

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Commissioned by Kezzajam

Commission by Kezzajam

*Knock Knock*

You take a step back from the large double doors, waiting for a response. It feels weird standing here, you promised to yourself that you would have nothing to do with frat houses when you went to college, but here you are standing in front of a door that says 'Alpha Phi' in bold.

After an uncomfortable amount of time, the large doors creak open. The smell of sweat and weed makes you recoil, but you can't leave yet. Once the doors fully open, you're met with the sight of two muscular pecs. You slowly look up, making eye contact with the jock.

"Hey bro, what's up?" He says in a slow drawl.

He flashes a charming smile as he leans against the door, filling the area with the sweaty stench of his armpits.

"Hey, ughhh. I came to pick up the jockifier..." You respond.

"Sure thing bro, let me get for ya."

The jock disappears for a moment before coming back with a futuristic laser gun in his hand. It baffles you how a frat filled with brainless hunks could get their hands on such a powerful device, but that won't stop you from taking advantage of it.

"How much do you want for it?" You ask.

"Zilch. It's totally free, little man. If anything, we should be paying you for spreading the word of Alpha Phi. It's like, free advertising."

You quickly stuff the laser gun into your bag and get out of there before anyone sees you. Pulling out your phone, you search through your emails and find the most recent email from Mr. Davis, the email that made you desperate enough to go to Alpha Phi for help. It reads;

"Hello, it has come to my attention that you are failing this class. I would like to discuss ways you could improve your grade. Come by my office anytime so we can talk."

Just reading the email has your face turning red. You follow exactly what he asks of you, but then marks your essays horribly. The email was sent after a particularly bad midterm, which was your last straw with this class. But it's a required class, so you can't just drop it. This is where the jockifier comes into play, if Mr. Davis turns into a dumb jock, he'll be too dumb to mark your essays poorly. It's a fool proof plan.

Standing outside of his office, you take a deep breath, trying to relax as your heart's beating a thousand times a minute. You open the door and confidently walk into his office.

He flinches, seemingly startled by your sudden entrance. But he quickly composes himself before smiling at you.

"Hey bud, c'mon in." He says in a friendly voice.

Without even saying anything, you pull out the jockifier and point it at him.

"Woah, buddy. What is that?" He says with a tremble in his voice.

You pull the trigger, causing the gun to start pulsing with light. The light grows stronger until all the energy is released into a bright beam of light. Mr. Davis tries to duck, covering his face with his hands, but the laser hits him right on his hands.

The recoil from the gun pushes you off balance and the bright flash of light disorients you, but you quickly regain your composure. You look over to Mr. Davis, he's just looking at his hands in shock.

He looks up at you, "What the hell did you do to me?"

Before you can respond, his hands suddenly start growing. In less than a second, his hands double in size, his fingers becoming thick and his palms growing wide with callouses covering his skin.

He looks down at his massive hands and yells, "what the fuck!?"

Unfortunately for him, that's just the beginning. His forearms grow larger than his biceps, with veins surfacing along his skin. His biceps swell to the size of his head, stretching the sleeves of his shirt to their limit. His shoulders broaden as his traps rise up to meet his growing neck.

Mr. Davis twitches as his head starts to change. His face becomes wider as his muscles make his cheeks puff out. He struggles to fight the transformation as it reaches his brain, but it doesn't take long for his brain to give in to the jockifier. You watch his eyes widen as his body relaxes.

He starts rubbing his chest as his pecs swell into two meaty slabs of muscle that press tightly against his shirt. His demeanor has changed significantly, reacting with satisfaction to the changes to his body rather than fear and panic.

The thin layer of fat on his belly melts away, turning into a perfectly defined six pack. And the muscles on his back have also swelled to form defined ridges of pure muscle.

He changes his posture as his ass starts to expand, growing thick and perky, filling all the empty space in his jeans. He lets out a moan as a bulge forms over his crotch, leaving little to the imagination. He leans back in his chair and starts rubbing his dick, not a care in the world that you're in the room with him.

As he does so, his legs start to grow, making his jeans skin tight around his muscly thighs. And his feet grow 8 sizes, causing his toes to burst out the front of his shoes.

As the transformation comes to an end, Mr. Davis seems to be too engulfed in his own hulking body to realize you're in the room.

"Mr. Davis?" You ask.

He opens his eyes and pulls his hand away from his crotch.

"Oh... Hey man." He responds, his voice is slow like the jock at Alpha Phi.

"I need you to change the grade on my midterm." You say, trying to sound commanding.

He stands from his chair, now towering over you by nearly a foot when you used to be the same height.

"What about a midterm?"

While asking the question, he starts flexing and admiring his muscles.

"I... Need... You... To-"

He interrupts you by grabbing the jockifier.

"What's this?" He says with a chuckle.

"It's nothing. Give that back."

You try to grab it, but he stiff arms you. His arms feel immovable, like a brick wall is holding you back.

"Jock...ifier, huh." He reads off the laser gun. "I'm sure a pipsqueak like you could use this."

He points the gun at you and pulls the trigger. The light blinds you before the laser hits you square in the face.

You stumble back as you feel your face begin to change. You can feel your jaw widen as an itchy beard spreads across your face. You grab your head as you feel it entering your brain. It's like a fog that's always obscuring your thoughts. You know you're trying to fight against something, but you can't quite remember what it is. That's when the intense urge to relax hits you, why stress so hard about something you can't remember, just lean back and relax.

You open your eyes and see Mr. Davis grinning at you as he puts the jockifier in his back pocket. You look down to see your chest rising like bread, growing into juicy pecs just like Mr. Davis, as a thick pelt of brown hair covers them. You moan as your shirt tightens around your chest, rubbing against your sensitive nipples.

But you're soon distracted by your growing arms as they swell to the size of Mr. Davis' arms, but with a coat of thick hairs. All topped off by hands that are large enough to cover your entire face.

Your midsection grows into a hairy muscle gut that rides up your tang top, showing off your hairy belly button. Your pants stretch to their limit trying to fit your massive thighs and juicy ass, only made worse when your dick doubles in size, creating an unmistakable bulge in your pants. As your cock swells, waves of pleasure echo through your growing body, making your knees weak.

And finally, just like Mr. Davis, you feel a tightness grow in your shoes as your feet expand, eventually bursting out of your shoes as they grow into a massive size 20.

"Being this swole... Feels so good bro!" You chuckle in a dumb voice as you flex your massive arms in front of Mr. Davis.

Mr. Davis approaches you, still towering over you by a solid 6 inches, and puts his hands on your shoulders.

"You wanted me to change that midterm mark, yeah?" He asks

"Fuck yeah!"

"Then you'll have to do something for me, big guy."

He smiles and pushes you down to your knees. He slowly unzips his fly and lets his 8 inch cock spring out right in front of your mouth.

"And after you've finished your homework," he says as he pulls out the jockifier, puts it under your chin, and tilts your head back to look at his eye to eye. "We can have our fun with the jockifier. Do you understand, boy!"

"Yes sir!" You respond without hesitation.

Being the captain of the college football team is a lot of pressure, especially around big games where all eyes are on you. Though you feel the weight lift from your shoulders as you drive away from another successful win. Even better someone from your team is hosting a house party to celebrate.

You show up to the party, covered in your sweaty gear, as it was tradition at your college for the captain to wear his gear after a win. "Hey, the big man made it!" Your buddy yells from the living room. You never got why he called you big man since you weren't that big, but it didn't bother you that much. "Coach bought us a surprise, check it out!" Your bud says with a grin on his face as he drags you to what you could only describe as a futuristic portapotty in the middle of the living room. "Wtf is that!" You laugh at how ridiculous this box looks. "Coach called it the 'Ex Jockifier', said the man of the hour should test it out." He says while nudging you towards it. You assume it'll just have a funnel for booze in it and coach just wants you to let loose after a good game, so you willingly hop in.

You were right in assuming there would be a funnel for booze, but it seems too elaborate on the inside to just be that. Though it's too dark to see much else inside. You climb inside, sit in the surprisingly comfy chair, and put the tube in your mouth. Sure enough, some cheap tasting beer starts flowing through the tube. Normally this amount of beer would be hard for you to chug this fast, but it must have been light if it went down this easy. Before you knew it, you had already lost track of how much booze had entered your body, but you figured you would just go until the beer stopped coming. "How long has it been?" You ask yourself as the alcohol starts to kick in. You almost feel entranced, you don't even notice something starts rubbing your head. A couple nubs start massaging your head as you chug. "Damn this thing can massage too, sick!" You think as you fall deeper into your own mind, though there doesn't seem to be much there right now. Unbeknownst to you, similar nubs start to massage other parts of your body. The only thought you can muster is that it makes your skin feel warm and tight. How long have you been in there? It couldn't have been that long right, but it felt like forever ago that you got in. I mean who cares, the beer tastes better by the second and you feel amazing. As the thoughts get massaged out of your brain, the massage is having just as much impact on your body. You chiselled six pack and solid pecs slowly swell under the touch of the prongs. The bottom row of abs disappears into a pocket of fat, then the second row, then the third until only a flat stomach remains. Though it doesn't last long, as the prongs of the machine massage the now soft fat on your stomach grows and grows until a plump and round belly is all that's left. Your brain had the capacity to pay attention right now, you would hear the sound of your jersey ripping right open. A big rip formed directly in front of your gut, allowing it to lay freely on your thighs.

Your pecs fall to the same fate as your soft gut. They begin to swell until the massaging prongs, they grow further and further out from your body as they begin to hang over your gut. Once proud pecs now more resemble the man tits of a football dad who drink too much beer. Your nipples shift from the outside edge of your chest to the center of each moob, as they each swell to twice their original size. As you continue to grow, what's left of your jersey starts to look more and more like a bra before ripping, releasing your moobs from their prison.

The machine works its magic on the rest of your body, moving from part to part and leaving everything on your body plump and soft. Your ass explodes with fat, ripping through your shorts and leaving nothing but a jockstrap behind. Your thighs become massive trunks, permanently rubbing against eachother. Your feet grow many sizes, making your toes burst through the front of your now tiny shoes. Your arms follow the same trend as your legs, growing thick biceps and massive man hands, perfect for chucking big footballs.

By now, there is not a single thought crossed your mind, just enjoyment of the beer rapidly entering your massive stomach. Though something finally catches your attention as the machine grabs your dick under your jockstrap. Your dick stands up at the slightest touch from the machine, making you tense up. Your massive hands grin the side of the chair as the machine tugs on your dick, stretching it out but also multiplying its girth. Your dick grows until it is barely contained by your jock. As the machine was working your dick, it also began massaging your face. The sharp features of your face begin to soften as fat covers your jawline and your cheeks. Short stubble also starts to grow over your soft jaw and your double chin.

As fast as it began, it ended. All of the machines retracted and beer stopped flowing through the tube. "Fuuuuuuck dude." You chuckle. "Buuurrrrraaaappp!" You let out a massive belch as you get up, having to lean on the wall of the machine to balance yourself. "Fuck dude, I'm so fuuucked." You chuckle again as you keep adjusting your jock, trying in vain to find a comfortable position for your massive cock. "Damn dude, when did this box get so cramped man." You say as both your shoulders now touch either side of the box and you have to duck to even stand.

You whip open the door to see your team staring at you. "That.... Was.... So... Siiick!" You slurr your words. Without hesitation, the entire team starts cheering you on. "Where the fuck did your clothes go big man" your friends asks looking at your near naked body.

You look down at your tiny looking buddy, "Who tf needs clothes!" "You think you got any more room in there big guy." He says as he slaps your gut. "No but you do!" You respond as you toss him into the Ex Jockifier. "Have fun little man!"

We were throwing down hard in the apartment—blasting music, loud laughs, and wild plans for an epic night between just the two of us. Suddenly, heavy knocks pounded on the door. I opened it and there he was: our next-door neighbor, that massive, mature daddy bear who always got us rock hard on sight. Salt-and-pepper beard, round little glasses, brown hoodie hanging open to reveal his broad, super hairy chest, and that huge, round, soft gut spilling heavily over the waistband of his gray sweatpants. He held a coffee mug in one thick hand, looking pissed.

“Can you assholes turn that shit down? Some of us are trying to sleep,” he growled in that deep, raspy voice that vibrated straight through my balls.

I slammed the door almost in his face, still cracking up. But I’d barely taken two steps back toward the couch when I heard the door open again. The neighbor stepped inside, closed it behind him, and locked it with a solid click.

I turned around, confused. His angry expression melted away completely, replaced by a filthy, cocky smirk I knew all too well on that bearded mouth.

“Fuck, bro… this body feels so goddamn good,” Diego said, using that deep, mature, rumbling voice of the neighbor—but with his unmistakable horny tone.

He turned in front of the big living room mirror and slowly ran his big hands over that thick, hairy chest, fingers digging into the dense dark fur. His heavy, soft pecs jiggled and shifted under his touch, nipples hardening instantly like fat erasers. He slid his hands lower and greedily squeezed that massive, round, warm belly with pure lust, sinking his thick fingers deep into the soft, hairy flesh, lifting it up and letting it drop heavily so he could feel every pound of that juicy gut.

I froze in place, my cock throbbing like a beast in my shorts.

“Diego…? You were already possessing him when he knocked?” I asked, shocked and stupidly turned on.

“Yeah, you horny fuck,” he laughed in that low, gravelly voice, adjusting the glasses with those meaty fingers. “The poor bastard really came to complain. I slipped in the exact second you opened the door. Now I’m him. No one’s gonna suspect a thing.”

He yanked the hoodie wide open, exposing that entire mature, hairy torso. He stared at himself in the mirror, completely obsessed, rubbing and groping his big belly with both hands, squeezing, kneading, loving every soft, heavy kilo of that warm daddy flesh. Then he tugged his gray sweatpants down a bit and pulled out his cock: thick, dark, heavy, already half-hard and surrounded by a wild bush of black-and-gray pubes. He wrapped one big paw around it and stroked it slowly right in front of me, moaning low with that big bear daddy voice.

“Come here… touch this. Feel what it’s like to have this hairy papacito body.”

We spent the next hours absolutely devouring that body. I buried my face in his wide, furry chest, licking and biting those heavy, meaty tits while Diego growled deep and gripped my head with those strong hands. He sat back on the couch, legs spread wide, that massive gut hanging heavy and low, his fat, juicy ass cheeks spreading thick and soft across the cushion. I dropped between his thighs and slobbered all over that thick, delicious daddy cock, taking it to the balls while he thrust with those powerful mature hips, sweating and panting like a beast in heat.

“This is a million times better than any fucking party…” Diego groaned in that deep, raspy voice. “This hairy bear is so fucking horny for you.”

After we came multiple times, still shirtless and glistening, he stood up and admired himself in the mirror again. He ran his hands slowly all over that big soft belly and hairy chest, worshiping every inch of this powerful, plush, mature stud.

“Well, José…” he said, using the neighbor’s exact tone, “I think I’m staying in this body a while longer… maybe permanently. Tomorrow your neighbor Roberto will act completely normal… but tonight this hairy papacito is gonna keep fucking you raw.”

He stepped close, pulled me into a deep, sloppy, hungry kiss, shoving his thick tongue down my throat, then whispered hot against my ear with that raspy, horny voice:

“And soon… I’m sliding into your body too. Diego’s gonna make this young stud do the filthiest shit you can’t even imagine. No one will ever know.”

He chuckled low, one hand still rubbing and bouncing that heavy belly while he stared at me with pure animal lust, his thick cock still half-hard and swinging heavy between his thick thighs.

“So what do you say, cabrón? Ready to keep enjoying your neighbor Roberto all night long?”