Untitled

Brady was on vacation from his boring landlocked town. He loved the beachside and was dreading the fact that he would have to go back in a few days. He wished he could stay on the sunny coast for as long as he would like. He thought about how the grass was probably greener on the other side and that his life wasn’t terrible, although it could get boring at times. He wondered if all vacation spots are better as vacation spots and if visiting as a tourist, rather than a staying as a native would be better.

He decided not to think about that and tried to lay back and enjoy his holiday. Brady put his arms up with his hands behind his head and basked in the warm, but not too hot, sun. He felt the warmth on arms, legs and torso and was glad that the foliage was behind him and the trees gave him enough shade to protect his eyes from direct sunlight.

Relaxing in his white speedos basks in the sun in the pool area above the beach, Brady was glad he had chosen to stay at this hotel. It was known by a lot of gay locals for having a lot of a hot guys who were available. At least that’s what his friend, local to the area, told him over the phone. He thought about finding a guy and having a casual fling. After daydreaming for a while, Brady decided to take a walk on the beach. It was bright and the shade of the tree wasn’t covering his eyes anymore. He didn’t bring shades, but brought a hat that he put on to go for his walk.

He took his time to enjoy his walk and feel the sand on his bare feet. Then he saw a sports ball fly in his direction, hit the sand with a thud and roll a little bit. As he approached it and picked it up, a muscle bear jogged down the stairs and came up to him. “Sorry about that, bud. My friends and I were playing water polo and the ball got away from us, I guess.” the bear said, putting his hand on the back of his neck.

Brady adjusted his hat “No problem” and passed the ball back. It was hard and rough like a basketball with a similar size, but had colored stripes like a beach ball. “You know what? We’re having such a good time up there, why don’t you join us?” the bear winked at Brady, who didn’t notice. Brady hesitated and the bear put his hand on top of his head, half-scratching it and half-adjusting his hair. “The name’s George by the way.” Brady introduced himself and found himself staring at George. The blocky muscles, vascular forearms and nice beard that was mixed with brown and grey made him Brady’s type. After a very quick, almost unnoticeable glance at George’s crotch, taking notice of his grey camo swim shorts, Brady agreed.

After both heading up the stairs and rinsing themselves to get the sand off their feet, they were ready to jump in and start playing. The pool was a large rectangle, about the same size and shape of many pools, about 10 metres by 15 meters with a lot of space to move around. The only difference was that the pool floor was completely flat and all the same water level. The water isn’t very deep, but not very shallow either. That would probably make playing easier, but then again, looking at everyone else, maybe not. Brady couldn’t help but feel out of place. Everyone else was a bear. The bears were all different. Some were more muscular with hard muscle guts and large, hard muscles while some were more chubby with rounder, softer guts that slightly hung over their waistbands, but equally large, although softer and rounder, muscles. They were all quite hairy, had beards and were noticeably taller than Brady. The water reached just a couple inches under his chest, but reached just above their navels. Brady was not a short man, but was almost 6 feet, without shoes. All the bears had to be around 6′5′’. That was a bit intimidating. At least George was with him. That made him feel better, even though he was also a stranger. 

Brady was having a good time. He had played water polo before and was pretty good, despite the size difference of the other players. He was enjoying himself and felt his mind calm and focus on the game instead of the end of his vacation. Due to the rules of this specific game, no one was allowed to swim, they could only walk. They couldn’t make a line either and had to spread out. Brady found it hard to walk because even though his muscles were toned, he didn’t have as much practice as everyone else nor the muscle mass to move through the water as easily. Brady found himself face to face with some of the bears, their arms raised to block him from passing the ball easily or scoring. The musk that came from their sweaty bodies drove Brady crazy and almost made him chub up in his white speedos. He thought about how their sweat must have mixed with the water, but decided to stop before he tented his speedos. It would still have been noticeable underwater. Moving around helped him calm down.

They played for a few hours and Brady found it easier to move as time went on. His body started to transform, even though he didn’t realize because his focus was on the game and not his body. It started in his feet, which became spread out across the wet and slippery floor, getting longer and wider. His calves beefed up, followed by his thighs. Brady widened his stance unconsciously. He found the wider stance made him move faster and easier through the water. The new muscles weren’t very defined, but they were certainly powerful and allowed him to move through the water. 

His crotch was next. His balls grew larger and heavier. His ballsack began to hang low and a lot more testosterone was pumped throughout his body. His dick repeatedly began to chub up a little, but went back to normal as Brady moved around more. Each time it happened, his dick became a little thicker each time while his foreskin grew back slowly. When his foreskin had grown back completely, he stopped chubbing up, but had left a streak of pre in his speedos, which got washed away by the water. His now larger thighs were filling out the leg holes of his speedo and his ass grew larger and became round with both muscle and fat, stretching out the speedo out further. It became too much for the material to contain and the top of his ass started to peek out. His crack was barely exposed, but the top of his cheeks were definitely noticeable. From the side, you could see how his lower back made it look like that. His spine acting as an extension of his crack and his small, round love handles complementing the round cheeks and flatter hips. All this was starting to stretch out his speedo and his waistband make a small pop as it reached it’s maximum elasticity, but stayed on Brady. His legs got a little longer and the water reached closer to his navel. Brady’s nose was now at the same level as the other bears’ chins.

Being in the water made his speedos more pliable and stretchy. Over time, the speedos got stretched out and fit Brady’s new lower half. He performed assists and helped his teammates, including George score a few goals. His team was winning, even though it didn’t really matter because it was just a casual game. George took the time to pat him on the back and said “Thanks for the assist”.

“No problem” Brady said. He tried to score a few goals on his own, but was blocked each time. There was even a time where the goalie of the other team blocked Brady’s shot and it bounced off the goalpost and hit him in the side of the face.

This knocked him down into the water and Brady ended up drinking some of the water because it happened so fast. Brady got up, lifting is his head and torso out of the water and picked up his floating hat. His head felt exposed, especially since his hair was a lot shorter now, especially on the sides. Brady dismissed this feeling and thought it was just his wet head. His face looked slightly older now and the water dripping down his chin left a small goatee with a soul patch under his bottom lip. This all began to thicken very slowly and the new stubble on his moustache started to grow out and meet with the hair on his chin. “You ok, bud?” George said in a slightly serious tone. “Yeah, I’m good. Let’s keep playing” 

“Why don’t you put your hat on the sidelines to dry?” George suggested “Sounds good” Brady said, moving to his side and throwing his hat about a meter behind his team’s goal. The ball had already moved between the other players, so he went to continue playing.

Brady continued to change and his love handles continued to expand. He had abs, but they slowly got covered up by a layer of fat. His gut swelled, but defied gravity and refused to hang over his speedos, but stuck straight out. It looked like the ball they were playing with had been stuffed under his stomach, where the lower part of his abs used to show. His lats flared outwards and beefed up causing Brady to spread his arms further apart.

He raised his arms, exposing the growing patches of hair under his pits. His legs and the tops of his feet started sprouting hair as well and his underwear was hiding an explosion of pubes which escaped the waistband of his speedos as a happy trail started to creep up his stomach. The game got a little intense and Brady started to sweat and produce a musk of his own. The hair on his happy trail spread out over his chest as a dusting of hairs coated his torso and forearms.

Brady’s shoulders beefed up, followed by the rest of his arms. His palms got thicker and wider and longer as his fingers got thicker and longer as well. His arms got longer without losing any muscle mass in their proportions. Hair sprouted on his knuckles and the hair on his forearms spread down to the backs of his hands. if Brady lowered his arms to his sides and stood up straight, his fingers would touch his knees. This problem solved itself before he could notice and his torso lengthened and the water reached his navel. His chest beefed up, puffing out slightly more, while still remaining mostly square and masculine. 

After a while, Brady managed to score a goal and was cheered by his teammates. They all pulled him in for a group hug with him at the center. The hair above his lip, and under it, connected to the hair on his chin. Brady now had a thick goatee that was on its way to becoming a full beard. George massaged Brady’s traps as a congratulations and the new bear tensed up his trap muscles. While after a few seconds, Brady relaxed, his traps kept the same mass. His face and neck became thicker and wider, but his neck still remained visible and recognizable as a neck, separate from his traps, but still well connected. 

Brady’s hair, short on the sides, started to connect with his goatee, creeping down the side of his face as short sideburns, then spreading both under his chin and over the sides of his face, getting thicker and longer as they met at the center of his lower face. 

The game went on and Brady got to score a couple more goals. The game ended and his team won. They all cheered and shook hands with the other team members and got out of the pool. Brady was out of the pool, drying off with his towel. He didn’t question or notice how his body had changed. Even if he did, he wouldn’t have cared. In his mind it had always been this way. Same for everyone else he met before. He was still set to leave in a few days, but felt better and more prepared, having had such a good time so far, even if it had to end. He would go back home a changed man, at least in body. Even though he was older looking, he was still the same age of 38, even though he now looked his age, instead of good for it. He was about to leave his hat behind in the pool area  “Hey bud, looks like you forgot your hat!” George said, handing it to Brady who put it on. “Looks like I did. Thanks for reminding me” Brady tipped his hat by bending his neck with his hand on the brim to say thank you.

I LOVE THIS GAME!!!!! It’s a fun video game that uses bear tf. It’s also free and you can play it on your browser or download it on your computer. If you’re feeling generous, you can donate. I would if I could.

Spoilers ahead. Click keep reading if you want to see, but I recommend doing so after playing the game. It’s fairly easy to play if you keep at it and pretty forgiving.

Edited fic #1

Jacob was sitting on his bed skimming through Grindr, looking for a hot time. But he was finding it difficult in his hometown. Many of the people here he had already hooked up with, had a suspicious profile, or were closeted dude-bros. He was hoping for at least one hook up as he was so very bored, and after this week he would have to go back to college to resume his intensive studies. Jacob was currently doing social studies, which helped with his social advocacy and activism. This shouldn’t usually take long for Jacob to find someone. He was the perfect twink. He had a small frame with a little toning his face was small and had many cute features to it. His hair was gelled up in a long black quiff, but he made sure not a hair was on his face. He had golden skin from his Latino-Mexican heritage. The only thing odd about this normal Latino twink was that he had been blessed, with a pretty big dick. So why wasn’t he getting any messages from anyone? “Buzz” His phone vibrated, it was a message. “Patriot2954” was the user. Jacob tapped to check him out, but nearly puked at what he saw. It was one of those damn closeted republicans messaging him. “Hey man, wanna come over?” wrote Patriot, before sending a hot selfie.

Damn, he was hot, thought Jacob, unable to contain his boner. But how could he bring himself to touch one of those bigots? Jacob decided to type out a snarky reply to him about him being bigoted, but instead…

“Sure hottie! Where are we meeting?” He replied uncontrollably. What? Where did that come from?

“92 Mainstreet and be here ASAP! Names Shawn too btw, ” he replied. Jacob didn’t want to go, but some force compelled him to get dressed and rush out the door.

Jacob came up to Shawn’s place, which looked decent. Clearly, he was quite well off, doing some well-paying trade. He had a large Ford truck parked in his driveway, and his lawn was well-cut. As he walked up the path to the door. A weird sense of unease came over him as if he was in auto mode. Jacob came up to the door before he knocked though, he took a look through the window to see inside. The inside looked well decorated and had furniture, but when he saw the republican flags and guns laying about, he began to puke inside again. Jacob was a die-hard liberal, and he couldn’t see himself banging a bigot like this guy, even if he was attractive. Jacob wanted to desperately run away, and forget all about him. Instead, he found his hand uncontrollably knocking on the door four times. The door opened, and Shawn was there, topless like in his photo and wearing some black shorts. He grinned devilishly at him before ushering him in. Jacob found himself on autopilot as he walked in.

“Do you want a drink of anything?” Shawn asked as he guided Jacob to sit down on his couch. Jacob didn’t want anything, he was far too distrustful to take anything. He opened his mouth and prepared to say no, but instead…

“Yeah, sure I’ll have whatever,” he replied, Jacob pinched himself to make sure he was ok, but also to punish himself for his error. Why did he say that?, Why had he even walked in? And why, had he come here?

Shawn walked off to his kitchen to get a glass out and opened a bottle of what looked like a southern brewed beer, mainly due to the rebel flag on the bottle. As Jacob sat on the couch, he looked around the room at all republican decor hung off the walls. Jacobs’s stomach twisted itself harder with each new sight, thinking it couldn’t get worse and then being disappointed each time. Shawn had a giant US flag planted on the main wall opposite him next to that hung vertically was a smaller rebel flag, with a load of assault rifles leaned against the wall. Jacob hated guns, they were a blight on the country and fed bigoted men that extra bit of toxic masculinity. On the floor by his feet, Jacob could see a couple of magazines, both had pictures of girls on them. One was clearly a lite-porno, but the other was a Christian magazine, and it was titled, “how to find the righteous girl”. Jacob could see Shawn as a religious type, with plenty of crucifixes around the place, Shawn didn’t hide it. But it always troubled Jacob that they could be religious, and yet do hookups like these.  

Shawn returned with a beer in his hand and gave it to him.

“Drink this all down,” He said with a grin. Jacob took it and gave it a sniff. The beer smelled incredibly bitter and vile, it was opposite to the normal sugary beverages and cocktails he was used to. He looked at Shawn like he wanted to refuse, but something in Shawn’s eye compelled him to drink it down. Jacob put his lips to the bottle and then chugged down the vile drink. It was worse than it smelled, the bitterness flooded his mouth but settled in every spot. Jacob downed the drink in a few minutes, but once it was gone his head felt heavy and he began to slow down. His eyes grew tired and he couldn’t bring himself to talk. He slowly looked to Shawn again who was giving him that same devilish grin that he gave when he arrived, but this time he felt something more sinister to it. Jacob was about to speak up, but Shawn snapped his fingers and Jacob passed out.

——————————————————–

‘Click’ Shawn’s fingers snapped again, and it was the first and only thing Jacob heard. He opened his eyes and raised his head, he wasn’t as tired or slow anymore, but he seemed to be stuck. By stuck, he was lying on his back and all four of his limbs were tied to the bed. He also noticed he was almost naked, except for some underwear which certainly wasn’t his.

“You liberal fucks are so easy, I don’t know if it’s this power or your own weakness. Either way, I’m gonna enjoy myself,” Shawn spoke in a demeaning manner.

“Fucking let me go now!” Jacob yelled as he struggled in the restraints.

“You fucking drugged me and now you’ve tied me up, I didn’t consent to this!” He continued.

“As I said, you guys are way too easy for me,”

Jacob was about to yell at Shawn and demand that he release him from his restraints, but Shawn quickly jumped on top of him, shoving Jacob into his pits and forcing him to inhale a combination of B.O. and Axe body spray. Jacob tried to stop breathing, but it was no use, he gasped for air, breathing plenty of the smell in and letting it fill him. The smell filled Jacob up, but mostly his mind, which turned into cotton candy, his thoughts becoming slow, the other went down to his dick which immediately shot to full mast.

“This will be the last time you ever be this close with another man while being hard,” Shawn said, getting up and sitting on the side of the bed. He went to the bedside table and lit a scented candle. The candle’s scent began to fill the room, but it smelled quite odd, like some sort of food.

“Ah, extra bbq flavour, don’t worry, this is just to make sure you aren’t a vegan as well afterwards,” Shawn said, inhaling the scent with satisfaction.

Shawn had tough bro hands which, were covered in oil. Slowly he began to work them all over Jacob’s body, making sure the oils seeped into his skin. As his hands moved over Jacob’s pecs they began to inflate like balloons, stray hairs also began appearing on them too before becoming dark and dense forests that covered most of them. Shawn’s hands then moved down towards Jacob’s flat stomach, pushing in deep, bloating it out into a powerful core with a heavy treasure trail that linked up with the forests on his pecs. Jacob’s body began to grow as a whole now, his height increasing inch by inch until he reached 6'5. Jacob’s once well-groomed body itched as his pits exploded with hairs. Shawn quickly went over Jacob’s arms and hands, which twitched and spasmed as his tri’s and bi’s erupted from his arms, his hands grew fat and hard just like Shawn’s. Shawn then took hands and dragged them down Jacob’s legs right to his toes. Jacob could feel as his muscles bubbled forth under his thighs as they grew into thick logs. His tiny innocent feet then grew out into monstrous titanic size 13s.  

Shawn smiled as he looked down at his work-in-progress, but there was more to change. Shawn went straight in for a kiss. Jacob was taken aback by the action. Shawn’s mouth stuck to his, his tongue invading and pushing its way into Jacob’s mouth. Jacob could taste the aftershock of chewing tobacco, bitter beer, and emptiness. A chill flowed across Jacob’s skin. He couldn’t see it, but he could feel as his natural golden colour was being sucked dry from him and replaced with a cold, pale white skin like Shawn’s. He would never be able to achieve such a colourful look again, only get a fraction of it even from hours in the sun. Jacob’s light and twinkish face began to harden and grow into a more rugged and country look. His long, maintained quiff shrunk down into a short style while a dark chinstrap coloured itself onto his face.

Shawn took his tongue out and got back up off of Jacob. He went back to the old devilish grin that he had first greeted Jacob with.

“What do you think bro?” He asked rhetorically. Jacob looked down in horror at his new body and skin.

“What the fuck have you done to me!?” He yelled.

“You liberals are always so impolite, and that voice won’t do,” Shawn replied, as he wiped his ripe pit with his hands and shoved it into Jacob's mouth.

“MMmmMMhmmmmMMMhmmm,” cried Jacob, as his muffles cracked violently up, then down, dropping like a stone in octaves. His vocal cords began rearranging themselves to prepare for a silky smooth, but masculine voice like Shawn’s. Jacob coughed slightly as it happened.

Shawn gave Jacob a condescending look. “Hmmm, call me bro,” . Jacob just stared at him,  his Adam's apple now protruding.

“Do it!” Shawn said impatiently. Without a thought words came flying out of your mouth, “Sorry bro,” Jacob said in his new deep, testosterone filled voice.

“Perfect,” Now to continue.

Shawn made his way down to Jacob's impressive cock, and grinned evilly.

“That’s perfect bro, now we can get onto the next part,” said Shawn, as he shifted back towards the end of the bed. He pulled down Jacob’s briefs, which were, in fact, his own, but just applied it for the ritual. Jacob’s giant 10" dick flopped out, covered by a thick bush and two tennis ball-sized balls.

"You know bro, most of these guys are compensating for a couple of things with all the machismo, I wouldn’t want you to feel left out."

Thoroughly confused, Jacob didn’t have time to think, Shawn went down on him, giving you the most pleasurable oral sex ever. As much pleasure as he were receiving, Jacob felt weird, like Shawn's mouth was able to take more and more into his mouth.

“Fuck,” Jacob thought, It feels like my cock is shrinking.

With each bob of Shawn's head, Jacob's cock lost centimeters of length.

“Bro, sir, fuck no, please stop,” Jacob begged but to no avail.

Shawn got down and began to suck it hard, going right to the base. Jacob could feel as Shawn sucked his dick for over ten minutes, as his monster shrank down to an average 6" dick and shrank further still.

16 minutes later, without letting Jacob cum, he stopped. Looking down as best he could, Jacob saw that his cock no longer was erect pointing up at him like before, but stuck straight out instead.

“Ahh, four inches, my favorite, lil guy, just enough to try and have sex, but really you’ll be getting off on your own a lot,”  Shawn smiled, almost cackling as he got up.

“What the fuck are you doing to me?” cried Jacob as Shawn threw his clothes.

“I was like you once, all liberal and gay. Then some dude came turned me into a conservative bro. Ever since that, I’ve been straight as an arrow, but sometimes I get these urges. I see liberals and f*g’s like you, and I get this desire to convert you into conservative studs like me,” explained Shawn as he let his monster flop out from his briefs.

“I don’t find you attractive bro, and I don’t enjoy being so close, not one bit. But the idea of making you like me is just so powerful. But I fuck women most of the time, gotta make a new generation of republicans don’t we,” He went on, now lubing up his dick. Shawn came back over and undid Jacob’s restraints, before flipping Jacob over.

“My favorite bit, filling you up with red, white and blue,” He said before pushing deep into Jacob.

Jacob was expecting this to hurt, and it did, as a painful ecstasy shot through him, as Shawn began to pump his cock into him.

The world began to spin around Jacob, his thoughts and memories becoming surreal. His college course, advocacy work and liberal idea’s twisted and spun around, becoming more distant and unrealistic. Now, Jacob’s mind was, assaulted with different memories and thoughts. Why would he go to college? Liberal? Only in a million years. Guns, barbells, money and women began assaulting their way into his mind and planting themselves firmly. All these new thoughts made him dizzy, and the dizziness quickly turned into a headache. Shawn began pumping harder and faster, Jacob’s memories began being dragged out of his head. Everything about Jacob’s old life and personality was getting harder to remember, as the idea of being on a college campus became unreal, the thought’s of him learning a trade that he was going to use after, that he was a hot-blooded conservative, voting red no matter who was on the ticket, dating and banging girls, shooting off guns and going to church and the gym became more realistic to him. Any thoughts or attraction to men Jacob once had dissipated. His mind was assaulted with images of women and building the perfect republican family. It was his duty to his nation and god to seed a new generation of republicans who would keep the nation from turning blue. The thought of America falling into the hands of the liberals made Jacob angry and also disgusted. Illegals living off the state, gay marriage, weak beta males, and attacking the sacred 2nd amendment was their motto to Jacob. On top of this though, Jacob’s old liberal advocacy and social activism turned into a new form of activism. It wasn’t activism, but felt just as powerful as his desire to shoot guns, seed chicks and vote red. He could feel a power grow within him, coming from Shawn. The power to turn f*gs and liberals into conservative studs just like him, and it felt irresistible, he could save the country with it.

Shawn could see as Jacob valiantly fought to try and hold onto any precious memories and thoughts, to resist what he was doing. But it was no use as Shawn pumped even harder.

“That’s it, bro, just give in and become like me,” said Shawn.

'No, I can’t let go… must hold on to…’ Jacob thought as he tried to keep his cock from erupting.

Shawn blew his load inside of Jacob filling him up but also capturing any stray essence of the gay, Latino, college student. Even though he could feel the warm rush spread throughout him, Jacob held out, which only made Shawn continue to pump inside.

“Just give in bro,” Shawn panted.

Jacob tried to hold on frantically, but it was too late. He felt the rush of Shawn’s cum and his old life flowing into his ballsack, before exploding suddenly out unto his stomach.

Shawn sat back putting on his briefs and shorts, while panting a little bit. He was filled with pride at taking in the sight of his new conservative bro. Jacob, however, sat for a couple of seconds, his new life quickly settling into his conscience.

“How do you feel bro?” asked Shawn

“Fucking great bro, gonna go get me some guns, beer and pussy!” Jacob yelled excitedly.

“Great now wipe off that useless shit and get dressed,” Shawn ordered

Jacob went over to a pile of dirty shirts and trousers. He picked up a cap and put it on.

“Ok bro, now you got to make a profile on that gay app too, need to convert more of those homos,” Shawn instructed.

“Fuck, I don’t want to be with no homo,” He whined.

“Don’t argue bro, or I’m gonna fuck you again, and you won’t be pretty afterwards. Anyway, your mind should set in the same feeling I have about converting liberals too,” Shawn snapped.

An idea popped into Jacob’s head, he quickly picked up his phone and snapped a selfie of him in some briefs. Damn f*gs are like chick’s, they won’t be able to resist this beef.

Next post is not my story, it’s an edit of a fic @peepshow321 (or TF Plaza) made as an interpretation of a fic originally made by someone else (idk who exactly, but TF plaza links to it in their fic). The original fic title is called ‘Door Mat’ and the interpretation is called ‘The Conservationist’. My edit is gonna be kind of a mix of both, with some of my own writing in it.

I’ll be using the second title as it’s mostly just an edit with more pics and blurring out the word “f*g”, if I use it at all and don’t just replace it. It’s one of the reasons libcon fics aren’t my favorite kind of tf.

I’m mostly into fics for muscle growth tf. I might go into detail on what I like if you ask or do so in a late post.

Mike was scrolling through a dating app looking for a good match. He narrowed down his options and found a couple of good-looking bears to go out with. Next was the personality and location. Mike narrowed down his list of options by watching out for red flags. No guns, no conservative items in sight, no guys who lived in a cabin in the woods, and no influencers. Mike looked at the profile of one bear who lived about 30 minutes away. Not right next door, in case things went south, but not too far in case Mike wanted to see him again.

His name was Evan and he was 35. The bear looked great and had a personality that interested Mike. Evan liked going out occasionally, but not too much. Instead of going out to bars, Evan liked to go to the movies and had a similar taste in them as Mike as well. Mike messaged Evan about the latest movie he watched and Evan had serendipitously watched it last week. They both spent hours talking about the movie and their various interests. They liked a lot of the same things and Mike was intrigued by some of the different interests that Evan had. Evan recommended various attractions and restaurants that Mike hadn't heard of before and Mike did the same with movies and music. "Hey, I'm taking the week off from work next week. Do you wanna meet up sometime? ;)" Evan messaged Mike. Mike thought about it for a minute. He really liked Evan and wanted to see him. The implications of the emoticon after the question sealed the deal. Mike ran through the personal calendar in his head. He started a new job a few months ago and would be free next Friday because of a company holiday, as well as the following long weekend through Monday. "Yeah, how's Friday?" "Friday's great! Why don't we meet up at the mall and we can see how it goes from there?" Evan replied. Spontaneous, but practical, Mike thought. "Sounds good". Mike was at the mall that was closer to Evan's place. He was browsing through the various stores when he got a message from Evan: "I'm here, but I got hungry so I just sat down at the cafe. Is that cool?" it said. Mike was headed past the food court while replying "No problem. I'll be right there. I'm wearing a light blue hoodie btw" "I'll be on the lookout. Grey t-shirt, blue jeans, brown boots, that's me. I'm seated outside." "I think I see you. I'm by the escalator" said Mike waving to Evan who took a minute to notice, but waved and motioned Mike to come over Mike sat down opposite Evan and introduced himself "I'm Mike. Nice to meet you in person." "Nice to meet you too. Do you wanna get something for yourself? My treat." Evan replied. "Sure, what are you having?" Mike asked, looking down at the half-eaten pastry, mostly obscured by Evan's large hands. "Bear claw, coffee, and some water. You're not allergic to almonds are you?" "No, I'm not. I think I'll get the bear claw and some water" Mike said, appreciating his concern. They both got comfortable and ended up chatting for a while. Mike ended up getting invited to Evan's place and noticed Evan's smirk which sealed the deal again. It was Friday evening and they were both free so why not, Mike thought. At Evan's place, they were both sitting on his couch and watching TV when Evan casually placed a hand on Mike's thigh. Mike glanced at it and noticed how just how massive Evan's hand and forearm were up close. His palm was thick and wide with fingers that seemed proportionally short but were relatively long when the fingers were extended outwards. Mike looked back at Evan who gave a chuckle with the grin that Mike had become familiar with. "Do you want to see my bedroom?" Evan asked adding a quick wink to his smirk. "Sure", Mike replied with a tiny grin and exhaled audibly through his nose. Evan turned off the TV and stood up, He was standing next to Mike extending his other meaty paw attached to an even thicker and hairier block of a forearm. Mike took it and stood in front of Evan. Even though Mike was 5'8" and Evan was only a little taller at 5'10", Evan's mixture of more muscle than fat made him a giant to Mike. The width of Evan's shoulders was no secret, but even the loose-fitting shirt he wore barely hid his hard, slightly bloated stomach or his well-defined chest. It didn't hide the thick, long hair peeking out from the top of his chest either, even though the neck of his t-shirt was an inch away from being a turtleneck. The loose fit of the t-shirt didn't hide the size of his arms, which comfortably filled out the sleeves when he flexed his arms by reaching up to scratch his beard.  Mike put his hand on Evan's chest and was eclipsed by Evan's much larger hand holding it. Mike looked up at Evan and saw his strong jawline that was visible even through his short, thick beard. "You must work out a lot," Mike said "I do it pretty regularly," Evan replied "You look really good" Mike managed to let out through a quiet shudder and looked down to focus on Evan's chest. Mike gave it a soft squeeze from the middle. Evan responded by letting out a low-pitched and rumbling, but soft moan. "You look great too" Evan replied as his hand moved his hands up and down Mike's arms. "Thanks, but I want to look more manly like you. You're only a few years older than me and you look like more of an adult than me who still looks like a teenager. I wish I had a full beard like you. I can't grow one, so I just go clean-shaven" Mike should have given himself more credit. He wasn't hairy, and muscular like Evan, but had toned muscles. He was only slightly skinny and time at the gym had given his torso tone and his arms vascularity. He was also attractive and had no problem finding dates. "I think it's just the beard and some time at the gym. Give it time and I'm sure you'll look even better. You look great now by the way. Being younger, and looking like it, is a good thing. You'd be surprised how much can change in such a short time" Evan said, with some subtext that Mike wouldn't understand until later. Mike kept admiring Evans's body. While his hands were exploring Evan's chest and shoulders, Mike was caught off guard when Evan pulled him in for a kiss by his waist. After a while, Mike had one hand holding the side of Evan's neck while the other traveled down to Evan's crotch. Evan responded by taking off his t-shirt and quickly unbuttoning his pants and sliding them down to his ankles. Mike kneeled down and stared at Evan's red boxers for a moment before pulling them down. Mike noticed that Evan's dick was the same average length as his, but way thicker. Evan smelled of dried cum and really good smelling cologne. Evan handed Mike a bottle of flavored lube and winked at him. Mike put the lube on Evan's dick and started stroking, slowly at first, but more intensely before stopping to play with Evan's balls. After a few minutes of this, Evan moaned and told Mike "Please suck my dick". Mike hesitated at the girth of Evan but put it in his mouth with enthusiasm. After a few minutes of Mike sucking Evan's dick, Evan placed one hand on Mike's shoulder and the other on the back of Mike's head and blew his load directly into Mike's mouth. Mike drank Evan's cum and when Mike removed Evan's dick from his mouth, Evan apologized for blowing his load too early. "That's okay. Why don't I come back tomorrow and we can just talk. Doing it on the first date is a bit fast anyway." Mike said. "No problem. Good thing you're not allergic to almonds haha" Evan joked, trying to lighten the mood. "Oh yeah, and don't worry. I'll actually be back tomorrow. I'll come here, no pun intended" Mike countered. Mike left Evan's house and was relieved to know he didn't have to go back and ask Evan to move his car because Evan parked in the driveway first. A few hours later, Mike was sitting in his underwear watching TV after having dinner when he felt a grumble in his stomach. "My stomach is rumbling. Why I've just had dinner? I hope the bear claw or the lube or Evan's load isn't disagreeing with me." Mike thought to himself as he rubbed his stomach. He noticed that it seemed harder than usual. Mike had slightly toned abs that were only clearly visible when he flexed his stomach. It helped that he was skinny as well. Mike thought about what Evan said about change and time. Mike wanted to see him again. He thought about how he wanted to be with Evan again and wanted to look more like Evan too. This caused Mike to tent up in his boxers and his dick to poke through the flap at the front, exposed. Mike was surprised at how hard he was and was even more so when he noticed it thicken up, way more than normal and definitely faster than would be possible in such a short time. Wrapping his hand around it became almost impossible as the girth became too much for the span of his hand. He stroked it slowly, then furiously fast, twisting and bucking his hips until he blew a huge load that landed all over the couch, his table, his stomach, arms, boxers, and remote. After going to get a box of tissues to wipe up the mess he made, he sat down wiping the cum off of everything. He had to put his dick back in his boxers and wipe the front. His dick was still hard and as thick as a beer can. It looked like one too because of his foreskin. After trashing the cum-soaked tissues, Mike sat back down to admire his new girth. He then pulled his boxers down until they were just above his knees. His now flaccid penis was less thick than when it was hard, but still way thicker than before. It was almost as wide as it was long now but still hung well below his balls as it did before. He was distracted from his upset stomach. Mike's attention was soon brought back to it when his stomach began to rumble more intensely and thick, well-defined abs began to take shape on his stomach, rising and sinking in all the right places. Mike was stunned and confused. He thought to himself 'Is this really happening?" It was. The sides of his abs followed a similar pattern to his visible ribcage as deep cum gutters formed at the sides of his navel. "Those would have come in handy a few minutes ago," Mike thought. He made his way to his bedroom and got some lube from a drawer as he pulled his boxers off and jumped on top of his bed. He made a note of the box of tissues that was sitting on his bedside table for later. As Mike lay on his back, completely naked, he played with his balls and felt them grow in proportion to his now hardening rod. As Mike stroked his dick with one hand and rubbed his new abs with the other, he felt his fingers grow longer and thicker and his palms grow wider. Now his hand could easily wrap around his dick, although it now threatened to cover the whole length, the head only exposed now. He stopped stroking for a moment and watched as veins popped out from the back of his hands and traveled down his arms. His forearms grew to twice their previous size and were covered with hair. The same thing happened to his upper arms which grew thick and round with muscle and fat. His shoulders grew larger as his back widened and packed on muscle. Mike's chest was next as it jutted out became heavy and round with muscle but still remained square and masculine. Mike played with his nipples which responded by becoming longer and thicker. Mike's abs were then covered by a healthy layer of fat as hair covered his chest and the middle of his torso. His stomach now had only a slight trace of abs and looked slightly bloated. Mike's legs packed on muscle as well, with his thighs growing large enough to touch each other as he lay down with his legs slightly apart. His ass pushed him upwards as it grew with equal amounts of muscle and fat. Mike touched his cheeks from the front, between his legs, and caressed his hips, noticing his ass pooling at his sides. His waist grew wider to accommodate and compliment his new ass and stomach. The entirety of his legs grew a thick layer of hair to match his arms. His pubes, balls, and the base of his dick were already hairy, but those and his armpits were the only places he used to grow body hair. Mike twisted his foot to see his calf become thick with muscle that was toned enough to see the head when he flexed his calves by moving his feet up and down. Mike's feet were last to change as they grew wider and longer in proportion to his new hands. Mike spent a few minutes exploring his new body and noticed his face hadn't changed. His face was angular and had a strong jawline, but still looked soft without any trace of a beard or mustache. Mike looked at a nearby mirror and was disappointed. He looked so good, but his face looked the same. It didn't help that his head and neck were out of place on his body now. This was quick to change as he watched his face get covered with hair, making it look like he had a carpet on his face. It spanned the entirety of his cheeks and almost covered his lips and the upper half of his neck, which thickened along with his traps. Now his head didn't look out of place anymore. His new beard was now a lot thicker than the hair on his head, which receded slightly. Mike now looked older, just like he wanted. Mike was thrilled with his transformation but began to worry. What would people at work say? What would he wear now? Everything was too small now. "I'll just buy new stuff online", Mike rationalized, trying to calm himself and accept his new situation. Mike felt compelled to message Evan, for some reason. He noticed that Evan had sent him a message about an hour ago. "Hey, sorry about this evening. I'd like to meet again and take it slow as you said. I hope we're still on for tomorrow." It read. "We are, and no problem. I'll take it as a compliment" Mike replied. "I hope this isn't weird or anything, but can I get a pic of you? You don't have to be naked if you don't want to ;)" Mike began to panic. He looked so different now. Would Evan recognize him? Would he think it's a picture of another person? Would he think it's edited?  He thought of sending an old pic but decided to snap one from the chest up, hinting at the fact that he was naked. He awkwardly grimaced as his phone struggled to balance on the bedroom dresser, waiting for the timer to go off.