New caption stories:

BW-TK-004 field test report - A younger guy after a breakup is exposed to a tanktop meant to turn anyone who wears it into a hulking, hypersexual and incredibly dominant muscle bear.

The Circus is Cumming to Town - After a round of drinks Timothy's father in law excuses himself to look for a bathroom. Surely searching in this circus town full of massive, beefy clowns won’t have any untoward consequences, right?

The Long Haul - While out on a work assignment Marcus stops to use the bathroom at an abandoned truck stop. He has no idea what effects this decision might have on his future career.

Well-Aged and Well-Hung - A cursed pipe turns a pair of friends into an older, bearish gentleman and his musclebound butler boytoy during an antique shop visit.

Older caption stories:

Pappy Bear Outbreak - Chapter 1, Chapter 2 - You are waiting for your university lecture to start… except who exactly is this burly, older trucker sitting in your friend’s usual spot?

Vested Authority - An older policeman finds a leather vest inside his locker at the station, is it a silly prank or was there a far more sinister reason behind it?

Puffing Past Your Prime - CEO of a growing social media company receives an invitation to an exclusive club where all members happen to be portly, bearded, pipe smoking gentlemen.

Furry Midnight Haul - Two friends decide to take a quick nap at an abandoned truck stop druing a long drive home, the stay might have much more furry consequences than either of them have anticipated…

The Den - Eddie ventures into an infamous gay leather club in search of his missing roommate. Will he find what he was looking for?

Paw Protocol: Beneath the Hood - A secret service agent begins to suspect that something might be amiss when the senator he’s assigned to protect moves them a remote forest villa.

The Bearded Brotherhood + follow ups (1) (2) (3) - Adam decides to get a haircut before a date with his gf, only the friendly neighborhood barber appears to be gone with some burly, tattooed biker daddy in his place.

Longer stories without pictures attached:

Bearwood Manor - Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3 - Graham has a power to alter men according to his desires, usually turning them into hefty older bearish gentlemen like himself!

Rawhide Heights - Chapter 1 - Joel couldn’t shake off the feeling that something was off… did he always have a mustache? What about those hairy, muscular abs? And what was all this leather stuff doing in his closet?

Bearskin Glade - A recent college graduate on a backpacking trip visits a remote gay nudist colony populated by enormous, hirsute bears with absolutely gigantic cocks.

And in case you are still hungry for more bear themed transformation stuff, you can also visit my Patreon page for some not yet posted and exclusive content!

Drew first spotted one of them while on his way to work, hulking, furry, bearded, huffing on a gigantic pipe. By the time his shift was over, the streets were completely full of them, parading around half-naked and filling the air with their thick tobacco plumes. With his head already swimming after just a few breaths, he thought about taking a detour through the city park to get away from them, but they were there too, one of the massive bearish men holding onto a half passed out cyclist and showering him with smoke as the man began to change right before Drew's eyes. Will he somehow manage to make it home without being forced to take a puff himself?

Here's one of the new caption stories from my Patreon if you enjoyed it and would like to read more stuff like it, there are a handful still unposted ones in my discord channel! Plus, a brand new one about a guy leaving work only to find the streets filled with tons of hulking, furry pipe bears: https://www.patreon.com/posts/151270546

“Holy crap duuude! Look at this thing! I bet Stacy would totally love a necklace like this, she’d been dropping hints about wanting something fancy for her birthday for like the whole month!”

You kept on rolling your eyes but after seeing your best friend’s excitement as he jumped around this antique shop you just didn’t have the heart to bring him back to reality by telling him that this shiny thing probably cost more than his entire apartment or maybe even his parents’ house. But there were probably some worse places out there to be stuck in, at least unlike that concert Eddie took you to last week this one didn’t seem likely to permanently damage your hearing. Plus, some of this stuff actually looked pretty neat despite smelling a little musty… Though you figured that was to be expected, it was as if you were in the middle of some kind of a labyrinth made out of all kinds of old looking crap, paintings, statues, vases covered in mosaics and countless other, barely holding together antiques… 

Suddenly you caught a whiff of a smell you didn’t quite expect to find here and as you turned your head, you found your eyes going wide as faint curls of smoke slowly drifted through the air right past your face. Oh crap! Was there a fire in here or something?! You whipped your head around to get Eddie’s attention but he seemed to have wandered off in the meantime so you quickly turned back around, quickly discovering just where those wisps of smoke were coming from… as odd as it sounded, it seemed like someone didn’t put out this pipe before placing it on the wooden display stand it occupied.

Wow, even this thing looked like a genuine work of art, with its large, wooden bowl painstakingly sculpted to resemble some old, bearded guy’s face. Every wrinkle and strand of hair on his pudgy face seemed so real that for a moment there you almost thought you saw it move and blink at you as if it was alive. You remembered that there was a sign near the entrance warning not to touch anything but what if something really were to catch on fire because of it? This entire shop would be gone in minutes like a box of matches and it’s not like you have seen any staff around anyway…

You picked it up and sure enough, the bowl felt a bit warm to the touch. For a moment you stared at it completely transfixed, admiring the level of detail and wondering just how someone would go around sculpting a thing so ridiculously detailed. Then suddenly you let out a surprised yelp, just barely stopping yourself from dropping the pipe to the floor. Holy shit! You weren’t seeing things earlier, this face did actually move! The wooden eyes shifted like they were staring straight at you, it gave you a wink as the mouth curled into a smirk and then opened up wide.

In an instant, a thick spiral of smoke erupted from between its carved lips, briefly drawing a curve through the air before wrapping itself around your hand before you could even react. Your first thought was to toss the pipe away but for some unknown reason you found your fingers clutching onto its bowl even tighter now. You could only watch as the smoke coiled up your arm like a living thing, moving up your limbs with impossible speed. Before you knew it, its plumes had already engulfed your whole chest, you felt its warmth as it surged up your neck and then face, its dense cloud nearly fully blocking out the sight of the antique shop around you. 

You opened your mouth to shout for Eddie only realizing that it was the dumbest idea ever when it was too late, the very moment your lips split apart, the smoke was already prepared to rush down your throat, forcing its way straight into your lungs. You began to cough violently, the harsh taste of tobacco burning inside your chest, your eyes watering as you doubled over, still unable to let go of the pipe in your hand.

For a second you thought you were actually going to suffocate right there, but just as you were about to take your last, desperate breath, you suddenly found the smoke flowing inside you without any resistance whatsoever. Not even a faintest scratch could be felt inside your throat, almost as though your airways have also discovered a brand new appreciation for this exquisite, premium tobacco blend, growing intimately accustomed to it at the exact same time you did… How curious… a sense of calmness proceeded to wash over you as you straightened your back, even if truth be told you found yourself at a bit of a loss… unexpectedly having a particularly difficult time trying to recall what it was exactly that left you so deeply perturbed just now… certainly not this fine specimen of a pipe? 

Oh, that couldn’t possibly have been the case.. Yet at the same time you had to concede that it seemed a little peculiar how only a second ago you could have sworn that its bowl had been adorned with an expertly crafted carving of a rather dashing gentleman’s face. Yet now all you could see as it laid nested within your fingers was your own, not a smidgen less galant reflection staring back at you in the dark, polished wood. But it only took a moment before its stem was placed rightfully between your lips, pipes were to be enjoyed after all, not simply admired, especially ones packed with such delectable tobacco! Oh… you could hardly suppress your moans as you drew on it for the first time, savoring its refined, complex notes as they melted on your palate. Your turgid member already calling out to you, tempting you to partake in your second favorite activity despite being in such an indiscreet locale.

“Holy fucking shit!!! What happened to you dude?!”

A terrified shriek of a younger man rushing towards you had momentarily pulled you out of your pleasureful reverie. You hastily confirmed that your pecker was indeed still well within the confines of your fly so what could have possibly warranted such an uncouth outburst? You removed the pipe from your mouth and tilted your head slightly in confusion and yet this young ruffian still continued to stare at you with his mouth wide agape and eyes as if ready to pop out of their sockets!

After yet another insistent stare from his direction, you sighed and glanced downwards to see what might have possibly placed him in such profound distress. Immediately you were greeted by the edges of your magnificent, luxuriant beard as it cascaded down from your robust, puffy cheeks, blending in with even more snowy white tufts that densely stuffed the wide-open collar of your tailored suit. Your chest was broad and powerful but any brawn cultivated in the distant past could never dream of approaching in its grandeur the true monument to indulgence that proudly jutted beneath your teats its round glory. You gave it a light pat, feeling reassured that despite appearing visibly strained, all of your shirt’s buttons were still entirely successful in their valiant effort of containing its girth. In total, nothing seemed to be amiss whatsoever…

You placed the pipe back in your mouth and ran your large hand across your beard, relishing the sensation of the silken, perfectly groomed strands gliding past your fingertips. Then you shifted your attention back to the younger man who by now grew even more agitated and barely coherent as he proceeded to unceasingly blather about something that supposedly had just happened to you. Insisting that he was in fact a close acquaintance of yours and just saw you being swallowed by smoke, only to emerge from it as ‘some old, fat guy’ as he put it. You scoffed, unsure if more at his sheer impertinence or perhaps simply just at how preposterous this entire notion appeared to be.

Calling this young boy underdressed would hardly begin to describe the full extent of his haggard state with those old, torn-up jeans and the garish t-shirt of some vulgar music group. Even the most cursory glance was sufficient to assess that this scrawny hoodlum lacked both the refinement and culture required for a gentleman of your standing to ever wish to associate himself with… However, after witnessing the sheer force of his conviction, a tiny fragment of you began to wonder if perhaps this pipe that he so desperately implored you to get rid of, did perhaps have some special power.

A mischievous smirk crossed your bearded lips… while you had no intention whatsoever of ever parting with this magnificent briar, if this young man did in fact insist on staying at your side, then perhaps its powers could be harnessed to refine him as well into a more… amicable form. Your stubby cock was already beginning to twitch within the silky folds of your briefs as you pictured it. His athletic frame did show some promise, but in truth it was hardly enough to whet your appetite… the lad was going to need far more substantial endowments in order to properly fulfill the duties you had planned for him. Both in terms of muscle and no doubt also the one area that counted the most when it came to satisfying your big, hungry arse behind the bedchamber doors. 

This rascal must have been shrewder than he appeared at first glance because it didn’t take him too long after you began to draw on your pipe before he seemed to catch on and turned around to run. But when you opened your lips and exhaled, hardly a few more squeaks of his sneakers against the hardwood floor managed to reach your ears before the rapidly surging smoke was already at his feet, engulfing his entire body. You heard him choking, gasping for air, his voice dropping octave after octave with each desperate breath, slowly reaching the desired timbre when he could no longer help himself and unleashed a true cacophony of moans so wonderfully ripe with helpless need and desire that it made your cock drip.

His features remained hidden behind the hazy, grey veil but by now his body was inflating to such obscene proportions that even its silhouette left hardly anything to the imagination. His shoulders squared and broadened, biceps easily reaching and then far exceeding the size of actual watermelons, chest exploding outwards into a boundless meaty shelf as his legs, now immense, sprawling pillars of pure muscle worked tirelessly to keep this hulking colossus fully upright. When the smoke finally began to dissipate you found him in a far more agreeable pose than before. Spine straight, hands clasped behind his back and eyes attentively focused on you with a composed, submissive expression, a truly perfect image of your new butler.

“Hello, how may I serve you today, Sir?”

Hearing this muscular giant who by now towered over you by well over a head addressing you with such respect and reverence suddenly felt so fitting… just as well as the choice of his new outfit. Thankfully that ghastly shirt and pants were completely gone, with only a bowtie underneath a small white collar adorning his neck and a black pair of skimpy posers, tight enough to immediately reveal that your wish regarding his endowment was fulfilled in an equally satisfactory manner. As eager as you were to inspect it up close, you simply had to take a moment to fully admire the very monument to the male physique he’d been turned into. Every smallest muscle was fully defined and sculpted to absolute perfection that would have made even the Farnese Hercules blush, all of it honed with utmost diligence and rigour… of course… you expected nothing less from your personal assistant.

You approached slowly, hearing the floorboards creak with each step, your substantial belly swaying from side to side as you savored the view as well as this delightful tobacco which caressed your tongue. His new, full beard and the dusting of blonde hair over his chest have captured your gaze for almost as long as his bulge. They made him look so virile… so profoundly masculine… your hole was already twitching with need but before you had him make you squeal, you fully intended to have some fun first…

With a mischievous smirk, just barely visible underneath your voluminous, snow-white mustache you extended your hand, only narrowly succeeding in cupping his enormous manhood within your pudgy, weathered palm. Aside from a barely audible whimper which slipped past his lips, your butler’s composure remained unbroken even as your fingers have fully wrapped themselves around his firehose of a cock through the soft fabric. But you were relentless, steadily fondling and massaging its entire length all while observing his brutish, broad-jawed face beginning to blush and cover in perspiration as he desperately tried to hold his trembling, colossal form in check. His head slowly tilting backwards as helpless gasps echoed from his throat. Oh yes… he was in your full control and you both knew it.

You slipped one of your chubby fingers behind the waistband of the posers and pulled them down, letting his gargantuan slab of meat spring free as it smacked right against his gigantic abs with a meaty thwack, spraying both his chest and your beard with countless, shiny beads of precum. Even before you laid your eyes on this unshackled, pulsating monstrosity you were already hungrily licking your lips, feeling your mouth overflowing with saliva, but now you simply needed it! The lad was perfectly trained, you found one of his arms already extended to serve as support while you descended to your knees, his posture not wavering in the slightest even when you balanced your whole weight against it.

You let the pipe stem out of your mouth and leaned forward, opening wide in the thrilling anticipation of finally getting your lips around that magnificent shaft… yet when you were only mere inches away from tasting his youthful, masculine essence, why were you suddenly the one trembling and starting to hesitate?

“Eddie…”

You heard yourself whisper, but not in the aged, sonorous and commanding baritone that you were accustomed to hearing resounding from your throat. No, it sounded more like a meek, confused voice of some scared boy. Why were you suddenly so terrified of that name?! Of course deep inside you knew exactly why… it belonged to your best friend… a guy you knew since college… a guy whose cock you were just about to suck off! Oh shit, what the fuck was going on here?!

“Is everything alright, Sir?”

You could hear the tension in his voice, as if he were fruitlessly trying to say something else but only those words were allowed to ever come out. He was still in there too! Fuck, you had to help him! Your eyes darted to the pipe still clenched within your hand, you saw smoke rising from it, angrily billowing in your direction as if it could sense that you were back in control. Oh fuck! You saw it shooting towards your face in countless white tendrils, you wanted to block them, cover up your mouth and nose but you were so huge, so monstrously huge and so awfully slow… your arm was only halfway to your mouth when it had already been filled with smoke that reached all the way down to your lungs. And by the time one of your hands had arrived by your lips, its only purpose was to place the pipe’s stem back where it belonged so you could enjoy yet another lungful of this refined and profoundly invigorating fragrance.

“With a scrumptious treat like this prepared for me to enjoy? I am feeling decidedly splendid, my dear Edward!”

Your robust voice was once again thick with desire, however as you glanced upwards you took note of your butler appearing rather disconcerted for a change, his panic-stricken countenance fidgeting slightly as if he was trying to shake it, yet at the same time quite unable to move his neck in the slightest. Oh, perhaps that silly lad still thought that you intended to merely tease him further, but no such thing! Now at last it was time for the both of you to depart together on your voyage into the land of the most blissful pleasures!

You parted your lips and exhaled, letting a few misty, grey curls descend upon Edward’s oh so appetizing manhood, embracing its imposing girth as they spilled down the veiny, engorged sides. It almost appeared to swell even larger right before your eyes as it violently jerked up and down, dripping like a broken faucet while your butler pleadingly moaned to you, imploring you to “snap out of it” or something along those lines. However you found yourself realizing that you did not quite care enough to inquire as to what he might have meant by it, after all you did not keep him around to be your conversation partner… For that both sides would have needed to keep their mouths unobstructed and you were already stuffing yours with his irresistibly swollen shaft.

Edward’s lightly salted precum mixed with the exquisite tobacco which still coated your palate made for a truly divine combination. You slowly dragged your tongue against the underside of his cock, sensing every tiniest ridge and crevice, feeling the ferocious heat which radiated outwards as his gargantuan form shook in untamed ecstasy. Your jaw was already aching from the strain as you attempted to fit the entirety of his humongous endowment down your throat, and yet you nevertheless greedily pushed forward, knowing that you won’t feel fully satisfied until you could smell the raw, primal scent of his pubic fur with your nose buried deep among it and could feel his huge, sweaty ballsack smacking against your beard with each thrust. 

Your own stubby member was aching so badly that you had no other choice than to send your pudgy fingers haphazardly fumbling with your pants until his angry head stood there, just barely jutting past the zipper. But even if you could hardly fit him within your palm, each stroke filled you with so much of this animalistic, ecstatic bliss that it only took moments before the facade of a refined man of culture that you have cultivated on the outside began to crumble, giving way to your true self, the absolute horny cockslut who moaned like a cheap whore as you tightly sealed your bearded lips around your butler’s obscenely throbbing piece of meat and began to suck with every bit of determination left within your huge, corpulent body.

Edward went completely rigid, his immense muscles flexing and contracting all at once as a strangled cry tore from his throat and his hips began to buckle involuntarily. Driving yet another inch past your lips and making you gag, but that only made it so much more exciting! His impossibly wide, gigantic thighs were quaking before your very eyes but you showed no mercy whatsoever and only hungrily drove deeper, bobbing your head in a frantic rhythm. Your hirsute moobs and belly jiggling with each rapid stroke of your stubby nub.

You were in heaven and as you lifted your heavy-lidded eyes to fully take in the view of this muscular behemoth helplessly trembling above you, of his tremendous chest heaving with each labored breath, of all the glistening sweat pouring in rivulets through every perfectly defined curve and valley on his Herculean body. His face was flushed deep red and tilted far back as endless moans and gasps poured out of his bearded mouth. What you so desperately craved was already well on its way. Edward’s voice cracked into a guttural roar as his entire form froze in place as if a marble statue and then began to flood your mouth with endless waves of virile, hot seed.

The first rope nearly made you choke as it shot straight down your gullet, but you greedily swallowed it all, moaning around the pulsating cock as it continued to unleash more and more of that thick, salty nectar which immediately threatened to spill past your lips out of its sheer abundance. But the cum-hungry fiend like you would never let even a single drop go to waste as your eyes rolled back in bliss, an orgasm of pure delight sending your rotund frame into powerful spasms. Yet even then you didn’t stop swallowing for even a second, didn’t stop sucking and milking that glorious piece of meat until it was completely dry.

When Edward finally slid his cock out your throat with an obscene pop, both of you found yourself turning to find an older, distinguished and finely dressed gentleman observing you from the side. He was still slowly stroking his newly spent cock, his eyes glazed with pleasure, clearly having just finished as evidenced by the mess staining the floor between his legs. Somehow you knew that he was the owner of this antique store and with Edward’s prompt assistance you heaved yourself to back your feet, dabbing the corners of your mouth with the handkerchief you pulled out of your pocket.

“Hello my good Sir, please excuse this small indecency. I simply must inquire about purchasing this remarkable briar!”

Yet in reply you only saw his lips curving into a knowing smile underneath the monumental, white mustache which adorned them.

“Oh, my dear fellow, this magnificent performance alone was worth far more than any monetary sum I might have requested for this little trinket, please, do consider it yours. I only ask that you recommend my establishment to other acquaintances of yours, a place like this truly thrives on word of mouth, I believe you understand.”

New caption stories:

BW-TK-004 field test report - A younger guy after a breakup is exposed to a tanktop meant to turn anyone who wears it into a hulking, hypersexual and incredibly dominant muscle bear.

The Circus is Cumming to Town - After a round of drinks Timothy's father in law excuses himself to look for a bathroom. Surely searching in this circus town full of massive, beefy clowns won’t have any untoward consequences, right?

The Long Haul - While out on a work assignment Marcus stops to use the bathroom at an abandoned truck stop. He has no idea what effects this decision might have on his future career.

Well-Aged and Well-Hung - A cursed pipe turns a pair of friends into an older, bearish gentleman and his musclebound butler boytoy during an antique shop visit.

Older caption stories:

Pappy Bear Outbreak - Chapter 1, Chapter 2 - You are waiting for your university lecture to start… except who exactly is this burly, older trucker sitting in your friend’s usual spot?

Vested Authority - An older policeman finds a leather vest inside his locker at the station, is it a silly prank or was there a far more sinister reason behind it?

Puffing Past Your Prime - CEO of a growing social media company receives an invitation to an exclusive club where all members happen to be portly, bearded, pipe smoking gentlemen.

Furry Midnight Haul - Two friends decide to take a quick nap at an abandoned truck stop druing a long drive home, the stay might have much more furry consequences than either of them have anticipated…

The Den - Eddie ventures into an infamous gay leather club in search of his missing roommate. Will he find what he was looking for?

Paw Protocol: Beneath the Hood - A secret service agent begins to suspect that something might be amiss when the senator he’s assigned to protect moves them a remote forest villa.

The Bearded Brotherhood + follow ups (1) (2) (3) - Adam decides to get a haircut before a date with his gf, only the friendly neighborhood barber appears to be gone with some burly, tattooed biker daddy in his place.

Longer stories without pictures attached:

Bearwood Manor - Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3 - Graham has a power to alter men according to his desires, usually turning them into hefty older bearish gentlemen like himself!

Rawhide Heights - Chapter 1 - Joel couldn’t shake off the feeling that something was off… did he always have a mustache? What about those hairy, muscular abs? And what was all this leather stuff doing in his closet?

Bearskin Glade - A recent college graduate on a backpacking trip visits a remote gay nudist colony populated by enormous, hirsute bears with absolutely gigantic cocks.

And in case you are still hungry for more bear themed transformation stuff, you can also visit my Patreon page for some not yet posted and exclusive content!

Hi everyone, here is a recent request from one of my patrons, about River, a recent college graduate who while on a backpacking trip ends up at a remote gay nudist colony populated by hulking, hirsute bears with absolutely gigantic cocks!

If you liked it, I have just put up one more featuring the same protagonist on another bearish adventure of his: https://www.patreon.com/posts/151105072 and if you ever wanted me to write something for you, I currently have an idea box for caption stories still open right here: https://www.patreon.com/posts/150928804

River wanted to do this since pretty much forever, as a kid he used to listen to all those zany stories of his uncle about the countless hitchhiking trips that he, River’s dad and a bunch of their friends would take back in their twenties. He had to admit that nowadays all of it seemed a little old fashioned, he wasn’t sure if he’d seen a single hitchhiker asking for a pickup at the side of the road in years. Not very many of his college friends that he discussed the idea with seemed to think there was anything all that special about trekking through sun-beaten dirt roads that connected only to remote, nearly abandoned towns or sleeping by the bonfire under the stars. Especially so when instead compared to booking a plane ticket to another country so they could party and chill on the beach under the clear blue sky. That kind of stuff definitely wasn’t his style though, and a part of River was starting to really think this whole idea might forever stay just as something that he will always look back to as a thing he used to dream about in his youth but simply never got around to doing. 

Hi, everyone he’s the first chapter of one of the not yet posted Patreon stories, if you liked it, I have just put up a prequel story to it with even more muscular, leather clad daddies included! Do check it out:

Mmm… oh man… How long had he been standing in front of the mirror by now? Five minutes? Ten? Looking over his face again and again from about every possible angle. A can of shaving cream and a razor were already sitting on the shelf above the sink right within his reach, but Joel simply couldn't bring himself to shave that thing off! As much as he hated to admit it, Nick was kind of right… he actually looked pretty damn good with that stache! He never suspected that it would ever grow out this thick. The dense, black hairs clinging tightly to his entire upper lip.

Only strange thing was how even though it was barely a week since he'd started to think about maybe giving his buddy's idea a shot and letting the razor be, this stache was already fully grown out while the rest of his facial hair amounted to just a faint dusting of stubble over his cheeks. Joel wasn't really sure what he should expect though, he always shaved regularly ever since he started sprouting the first bits of wispy hair on his chin and under his nose back in high school, a good handful of years ago so he honestly had nothing to compare it to, but it still seemed a little off.

Although now that he examined it in the mirror, he was actually starting to feel tempted to leave this five o'clock shadow alone in addition to the stache. Maybe he was just seeing things, but somehow it genuinely seemed to make his entire jawline look so much more pronounced and angular! Looking himself over kind of reminded Joel of the guy from the poster of that old tv show about a private investigator in Hawaii that Nick had hanging over his bed. He totally had a crush on the actor from it and always repeated how the man only got hotter looking with age.

Ugh, yeah, that was more or less his buddy's type, a rugged, older guy, preferably with a set of major, beefed up muscles. Joel knew that he was probably turning in his twink card for good thanks to this mustache, but being in his mid twenties he still felt pretty safe in assuming that Nick wasn't going to be making any moves on him anytime soon. Thank god, Joel couldn't imagine himself with a carpet of greying on his chest or a pair of enormous, veiny biceps bulging from his arms. That definitely wasn't his look!

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“C’mon bro! Just three more reps, you can do it! One… two…”

“Dude… I… I can't! I'm beat! This new split is just something else!”

“Aw, Nick. You've been talking my ear off about hitting the gym for so long, I thought you'd be in better shape dude!”

Heh, Joel would have lied if he said he wasn't enjoying this. It was somewhere last week that he finally decided to relent and agree for a workout session with his friend. After reading up online about all those horror stories of muscle cramps or guys feeling so sore after their first set of lifts that they couldn't walk for a couple days straight, Joel was expecting the worst, but much to his surprise the next day he woke up feeling better than ever instead!

He not only met up with Nick at the gym the same morning, but even secretly went there the day after despite his friend talking his ear off about how important it was to take at least two or three days off from the gym each week. Joel couldn't get enough of it though, he seriously had no idea that something as simple as lugging a bunch of weight around could make him feel so good. Sure, his muscles would ache a little after he was done with the reps, but that only lasted for a little while and afterwards he would only get more pumped up and fully ready to keep going stronger!

Joel had no idea why he ever believed all that nonsense they put up on the different internet forums. You shouldn't get discouraged if you hardly saw any visible progress in your first couple months? Heh, he'd only been going for a week and Joel could already make out the definition of his abs, guess he wasn't in as bad of a shape previously as he thought!

If he were to keep this up, then this dark fur which suddenly started growing out all over his chest and abs recently, might turn out to be about the only thing keeping him from admiring a proper six pack in the mirror each morning! At first Joel was a little shocked by how dense it was, his body used to be nearly completely hairless, his chest most definitely was. And he used to tell himself that if it ever were to change, he would shave the stuff off immediately.

And he sure as hell thought about it when he first caught sight of it while showering, but somehow… he couldn't bring himself to do it. Even when he discovered that the faint dusting on his chest from yesterday had not only grown noticeably thicker, but was also joined by a trail rising from his crotch. He would have never believed that a little bit of exercise could have such an effect on one's body!

It was a big surprise, just as well as the fact that for some reason he found himself actually enjoying getting to see this fur grow out more and more alongside his muscles. They both complemented each other so well, made him look so… manly. He blushed a little whenever he said that in his head, but it didn’t change the fact that he kind of liked it. The hair on his forearms used to be barely visible, but now they were completely dark and so was the carpet on his chest. When he was changing after the workout, Nick even mentioned that now some of it was already starting to sprout on his back too!

Before Joel would have probably panicked at the thought of turning into some beefy, hirsute ape, but now the idea of getting a little more fur on his body suddenly didn't disturb him that much. Nick's reaction definitely added to it… he seemed really impressed, his eyes completely lighting up each time Joel took his shirt off in the locker room.

He honestly wasn't used to getting this kind of attention from his friend. They've met in college and have known each other for years, having too many common interests to count, always having such a blast regardless of if they were going out to the movies or to the club together. But Nick had always been quite firmly into older, beefier guys while always trying to bulk up and turn into more of one of them himself. Meanwhile Joel typically went for more standard, athletic men who looked more like him. But that was changing rather abruptly… he'd packed on a good deal of muscle already. He really had to be one of those genetic freaks because he could already match some of his friend's lifts and from time to time even beat them! And having a chance to tease his buddy about that from time to time wasn’t so bad either.

It was a little curious though, normally Nick would instantly fire back at him with something else and they would proceed to banter back and forth like a pair of old friends would, but recently he’d been keeping oddly quiet when it happened. Joel had no idea why Nick was suddenly letting him get away with calling him ‘little guy' over and over, heh, was the cockiest jock that he knew secretly into being talked to this way? Nah, no way!

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“Fuck yeah, down to the balls, boy! God damn! Who would have thought you were such a good cocksucker? Get ready, I'm gonna fucking nut!”

Joel still couldn't help but blush whenever he remembered all those things that would sometimes come out of his mouth when they were fucking. But oh man, did they make his cock hard! And they sure seemed to really turn on Nick too! He could also hardly believe that nowadays he was getting blowjobs on the regular from his best bud… it just sort of happened one day.

He began getting so horned up after his workouts and at the same time it was just impossible to miss that Nick would instantly pitch a tent in his shorts whenever he undressed before he hit the showers. So eventually Joel just told his buddy to follow him as a joke. Only it wasn’t one, and they both knew it because as soon as Nick stepped through the door, it was like something took over Joel’s body. Suddenly he had Nick down on his knees and was ramming his hard cock down his throat, grunting and rapidly thrusting it in and out before he filled his entire mouth with a massive load.

Oh god, Joel wanted to apologize for showing him down right away without asking if that was okay, but once he saw how greedily Nick was gulping up his cum before spraying all over the shower floor himself, it was pretty clear that one wasn't really necessary. If anything, Joel couldn't help but get an impression that Nick seemed somewhat disappointed each time he refrained from doing things like that when the two of them fucked.

He also learned that there was one word out there which made his buddy go completely wild. Being only a few years older than Nick, Joel still felt kind of weird using it at first, but there was no question about it, nothing else had him moaning so loud while he choked on his cock as when he called him his boy… his slutty, submissive boy. But Joel also couldn't deny that with time, he was starting to get used to it. Somehow the more he continued to outgrow Nick in size, the more natural it was all starting to feel. Of course it was just some silly dirty talk as they fooled around though, nothing more… right?

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Mmm… fuck, that harness looked pretty damn hot stretched tightly over his beefy pecs! The broad, leather straps almost completely disappearing among the jungle of thick fur that now covered his chest. His boy was right, that thing was a perfect fit for him! Maybe they should pay that store a visit again sometime and pick up a bit more gear.

Joel had been thinking about it ever since they passed that fetish club while on a walk a few days ago, he had no idea that there even was one of them in town, or that it would be so popular. He really could have sworn that he remembered this exact area being populated with a bunch of trendy cafes and boutique shops, but instead they found a sleazy tattoo parlor, a motorcycle garage full of huge, bearded bikers and finally this club that his boy had been begging Joel to take him to for quite some time now called The Hole.

He used to always answer that he wasn’t into that sort of stuff, but… somehow Joel wasn’t quite so sure anymore. There was this one man standing outside the club, he was just massive, even bigger than Joel himself, wearing a full military uniform made out of shining, black leather. Puffing on a cigar while rubbing his huge bulge out in the open all while his boy obediently knelt down beside him in only a leather jockstrap and a collar. He asked them if they were coming in, talked about all the things waiting for a daddy like him and his boy down in the dungeon playroom and in that moment Joel found himself blurting out that they might come later that night and running off. Of course at the time it was a complete lie but for some reason Joel just couldn’t get the way that man talked about him out of his head. Like he was his equal… a fellow leather man.

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Hot damn, look at this place! Joel had no idea why he felt ever nervous about coming inside! He was far from the only leathered up muscle daddy taking his boy out for an evening here. The longer he stayed, the more at home he was starting to feel. He felt something starting to awaken in him as he observed the other men inside. All those burly, rugged brutes simply radiated with so much confidence, behaving as if they owned the place… owned their submissive boys and their holes like it was their second nature.

Joel observed with deep fascination as one enormous bear ordered his cub to fetch a drink from the bar. As soon as he was back he grabbed the heavy chain around his neck without an ounce of hesitation and pulled him up close to his bearded lips. Filling up the cub’s lungs with tons of smoke from the enormous cigar he had clamped between his teeth. Merely just seeing that boy’s body against his daddy bear's massive, broad chest was such a turn on to Joel. It was as if the younger man had been ordered to crawl on top of a snow covered mountain, his limbs nearly disappearing among the impossibly thick, silver fur.

The size difference between Joel and his boy wasn't nearly as immense but somehow it didn't stop his imagination from running wild as he pictured them in that exact, same scenario. Himself so bold, dominant, clad in leather and boundless muscles like a real alpha would and suddenly Joel glanced over at his boy and found his furry arm grabbing the back of his neck as he pulled him into a kiss. This one was different from any others they've shared before. Joel held Nick close, pushing their faces right against each other, his tongue deep inside of his mouth, he was so damn horny he wanted to fuck him with it and didn't let go until his boy's cheeks were completely red and he could hear his slutty gasps in his ears. That was when he pushed him down, then growled at him to get to work.

Nick looked shocked at what had just happened, as did Joel to some extent, but in both of their cases that only lasted for a fraction of a second. After that his boy started hastily unzipping his fly, then swallowed his already fully hard and dripping cock down to its base the instant it was free. Fuck, Nick was already such an excellent cocksucker and he only seemed to get better at it each time he serviced him. Joel couldn't get enough of his mouth and he was able to tell that the same was true for his boy, the way he was slobbering all over his fat cock, deepthroating it down to the last inch till he was nearly choking on it. But that only made it feel so much better, just like the fact that the eyes of everyone in the club were right on them.

They sure as hell were enjoying the show, Joel could tell by how many of those hot fuckers were stroking as well, bending over their cubs and boys or ordering them to get down on their knees exactly like he did. Joel realized that he was holding onto the sides of Nick's head, it looked so tiny, or maybe it was his hands that had gotten so massive… huge, meaty, furry paws… so fucking hot!

He started grunting and thrusting his cock deeper and deeper down his boy's throat as his hirsute ball sack contracted, making his engorged fuckstuck erupt with a flood of cum that nearly erupted through the sides of Nick's mouth. And it sure as hell was far from the only massive load he spilled onto the floor of this club that night.

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It was already well into the afternoon when Joel crawled out of bed with a massive hangover, slowly dragging himself to the bathroom, all while rubbing his itching, droopy eyes. He washed up his face with a splash of cold water and instantly froze. It was only a little bit ago when he freaked out so much in the morning after spotting a few, small specks of silver at the end of the hairs in his mustache.

Back then he immediately grabbed a pair of scissors and got rid of them so that nobody could see. But now there was no way anyone ever could miss them. Both in his stache and the whole pelt of fur covering his chest, arms and legs… there had to be more grey than black! Dear lord, he was only… Why was he about to say ‘fifty’ just now?! Joel knew that he'd met his boy when they were both studying in college, Nicky still looked like he was in his early twenties… So why was he suddenly so old that he could almost be his father?!

Something had happened to him… he knew it, and as a terrible feeling filled his stomach, Joel realized that it wasn't just him, but the entire town. That place they went to yesterday, it used to be a regular cafe only a few days ago, not some fetish club with a massive, fully stocked playroom for a basement! And he also knew that so many of those men he met there last night were supposed to be just regular people from the neighborhood, he recognized many of them! He was just so ridiculously horny back then and thought they looked so much hotter with all those furry muscles and beards, dressed up in all kinds of sexy, kinky gear that it didn’t seem important.

Somehow it was all happening so seamlessly that Joel could hardly believe that he hadn’t always been this massive… beefy… rugged… daddy stud. He let out a gasp, his heart starting to beat faster, cock beginning to stir between his legs. It was happening again, like every other time he started to think about what was going on, he was getting horny, so horny he was going to forget it wasn’t always like this! But how could he not? He was one smoking hot fucker! That's what the guys at the club called him yesterday, that's what his boy moaned out so many times while riding on his cock!

“Nicky… get up boy, daddy needs help…”

Shit, Joel realized that he couldn't even bring himself to speak to him normally anymore… but his boy had heard him, he was getting up from the bed, even though he must have been even more exhausted than him. Oh, the things Joel had done to him last night… all those sexy things… he felt goosebumps spreading across his ridiculously hirsute skin as his cock was suddenly so damn hard…

He'd just barely managed to fight off the impulse to seize it within his meaty paw of a hand as the horniest memories of yesterday flooded into his head. But how could he resist what his instincts were telling him to now that he heard his boy's soft, groggy voice and could see him leaning in the doorway, completely naked like that…

“Daddy? Is everything okay?”

Fuck… it was all over just like that and Joel knew it. He could even see on Nicky's face that he'd noticed how much he'd changed too, but that didn't matter because the same was true for his boy as well. All that was left of his remaining bulky build and musculature was now completely gone, his beard and every last tuft of hair that he'd managed to hold onto until last evening had vanished too.

His boy's body was so smooth and slender that nobody would have ever believed that he'd been a gym nut since college and an aspiring muscle bear. But that was what Joel wanted… it was all such a perfect contrast to this massive, rugged, daddy brute that he had become himself. Every bit of beef belonged to him, every bit of fur and dominance. Joel stepped forward and pulled Nicky within his hulking, hirsute arms, pressing his boy's handsome face deep into the carpet of fur on his chest.

“Da… no… Joel… please… Please stop, we weren’t supposed to change so much!”

He knew about this… of course he did… but Joel wasn’t mad as he listened to his boy’s scared words about how he didn’t know that all those horny things he would sometimes mention in passing were going to start coming true. And yet his pleas and excuses weren’t what Joel was interested in hearing anymore. He slowly reached down and slid his index finger into his mouth, whispering to him and telling him to suck like a good boy would. Just like him, he couldn’t resist his instincts either and a moment later Joel was sliding that same finger inside his boy’s tight ass.

If he still had any doubts about what he was about to do, they were all gone by the time he heard the first of those soft, slutty moans escaping past Nicky’s lips. He instantly had him bent over the sink, leaning his enormous, hirsute body forward so he could whisper into his boy’s ear as he fucked him, he was his boy… his slutty, submissive boy and his huge, domineering daddy was going to remind him of that every single day so that neither of them would ever forget it! Aw fuck yes! There was no turning back anymore!

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Ugh, Marcus couldn’t pull his pants up fast enough, the overwhelming stench of old piss still making him gag with every single breath he took, his nose did not get used to it one bit since the moment he’d hastily ran inside this bathroom. He’d spent the last five or six hours in his car with probably another few more left to go… and to think that the only thing waiting for him once he got there were stacks upon stacks of undigitized financial records! Six figure client his ass! This better finally land him that promotion he was after! Marcus grimaced after noticing a greyish stain on the sleeve of his shirt, thank god he’d packed up a spare one, he must have brushed it against something by accident. He wasn’t sure what, everything in here seemed to be covered in endless filth and grime, like it hadn't been cleaned in years! Marcus didn’t think it looked so bad at first, but probably only because it was nearly completely dark in here with only a single ceiling light still somewhat flickering on and off. Maybe taking a dump on the side of the road would have been more hygienic after all? Either way, he couldn’t get out of this place fast enough…

“P… please! Let me go! I… I  won’t tell anyone, I swear!”

Marcus was just getting ready to exit the stall when the entrance door to the bathroom suddenly slammed open, followed by rapid, frantic footsteps, the sound of someone gasping in fear, then doing it once more, with even more intensity when the door opened again, filling the space with countless heavy stomps and the chatter of gruff, amused voices. 

“Alex! P… please! I know you’re still in there, don’t let them do this to me!”

Marcus had no idea what the guy was talking about, his way of speaking kind of reminded him of a few jocks from his old fraternity, but he’d never heard them sounding so freaked out and helpless before. He couldn’t begin to guess who the others were, some truckers he’d pissed off? A gang of bikers? One thing he knew for sure was that they all seemed to think that his desperate pleading was the funniest thing ever.

“Whaddaya say Hog? Should we let yer old pal go?”

A deep, gravelly voice asked to a chorus of crude, snickering laughter.

“No fuckin’ way boss, been itching fer his hole ever since Bruiser pumped a load into mine!”

Oh god, what the fuck was going on out there?! Marcus heard them starting to push each other around, one body struggling another the other, then more of that evil, hungry laughter over a desperate, muffled voice as if a hand was clamped tightly on top of someone’s mouth. Then Marcus felt his stomach lurch as ripping of clothing and wet, rhythmic slaps of flesh against flesh reached his ears. Marcus froze completely when he realized what it was that he was listening to right now. What could he do… he had to do something… but it sounded like there were so many of them out there! He let himself slide down back onto the toilet seat out of the shock and fear. Suddenly he heard a pair of heavy boots stomping in his direction. Did one of them hear him?! Please no… 

“Yeah, breed that hole, Hog! Let’s see what kind of a hot fucker yer buddy’s gonna turn out to be!”

Marcus pressed his palm against his mouth as tightly as he physically could, terrified that even the sound of his own panicked breathing might give him away. He could hear the heavy boots were getting closer, tiny beads of sweat were starting to cover his entire forehead, almost trickling down his temples. Was it always so unbearably hot in here? His collar suddenly felt like it was beginning to choke him, Marcus would have loved to loosen it up if only he wasn’t too terrified to move as much as a muscle. 

He thought that he was only moments away from being discovered and dragged out there for all of those brutes to do whatever they wished with him. But instead it was the door of the adjacent stall which suddenly smashed wide open, the entire flimsy partition rattling violently as someone truly massive had dropped onto the toilet seat on the other side. Marcus caught a glimpse of him through the round hole in the wall that separated them, it was only a glimpse but more than enough to make the relief he felt after realizing he was safe very short lived. He was a literal freaking giant, even just his forearm, covered in dark, wiry hair looked thicker than Marcus’s entire thigh! 

The foul smell of cheap tobacco filled the air following the flicker of a lighter, but it could hardly compare in intensity to the musky stench which hit Marcus’ nostrils after he heard the man unzipping his pants! Dear god, it must have been weeks since that freak had last showered! His head was already spinning from the overwhelming intensity of the sweaty funk he was putting off and somehow that bastard had managed to make it even more disgusting. Spitting into his hand and starting to jerk off with the unmistakable shlick shlick while grunting in satisfaction.

“Aw fuck! Yer putting on one hot fuckin’ show boys! C’mon, give it to him Hog, you want to be the gang’s newest cumdump or him?”

All of them were just roaring with laughter. Marcus on the other hand could barely keep himself from gagging at the nauseating, ripe cocktail of piss, sweat and cum that seemed to be only growing stronger passing moment as it assaulted his nostrils. His head was swimming so much but he was afraid to hold his breath lest he suddenly passed out. The wild sounds of the orgy outside the stall, the constant deep, bestial grunts, they were all blending into each other.

“F… fuck… Alex… hnnghhh… my cock… oh fuck…”

By now he could only barely make out the voice of the scared, younger man they were using as their fucktoy. It sounded different somehow… raspy and deep, seeming so much older to the point where Marcus might not have even recognized it at all if he hadn’t called his friend by name. He could hear this helpless arousal in his words, each one being punctuated by a faint moan as if he could barely speak. It still carried a few notes of resistance, but it was so clear they were already being drowned out by this horrifying, wild horniness. Marcus felt goosebumps spreading across his back as he pictured all those hulking, unwashed men covered in pelts of matted fur as they were having their way with him… slowly polishing their massive, veiny cocks before they…

Marcus suddenly let out a muffled yet so unbelievably passionate gasp filled with pure lust. Almost unable to believe what he’d just done, he looked down, discovering that his fingers were now tightly clasped around his cock… his fully hard and visibly leaking cock! Dear god, what was he doing?! He could tell that his arm was just itching to move, to give it a stroke… he could feel his manhood throbbing against his palm… fuck… Marcus didn’t understand what had gotten into him, he didn’t remember ever pulling it out at all!  

Why would he? Just to… Marcus’ thoughts were suddenly interrupted by intense, gurgling choking, closely followed by a long, satisfied, horny groan of pleasure. One of them had shoved his cock down that helpless man’s throat but… it didn’t sound like he had anything against it anymore. His moans getting louder and louder, surpassing even the rowdiest of bikers, almost as if he was trying to egg them on and encourage them to fuck him harder. 

Marcus didn’t realize that he was slowly opening his mouth, letting his tongue loll out past his lower lip, his fingers gripping tighter onto his swollen shaft as they rhythmically moved up and down. Fuck, all those rough, brawny bikers, hairy like goddamn gorillas, bending him over… making him their bitch… Marcus pleaded with himself to stop thinking about anything of that sort but the images in his head were growing so vivid… passing the man between them like he was nothing, filling him from both ends. Marcus could almost taste all those unwashed, dripping cocks that they would so gladly ram down his own throat, smell all the loads spilled into the matted bushes of pubes that his nose would find itself shoved straight into with each thrust… oh fuck….

“Well, well, well… I reckon I hear another cockhungry pig in here, boys!”

He was so deeply lost in the near feral pleasure that even as he was moaning at the top of his lungs it took Marcus a moment to realize that this brutish, hoarse voice was talking about him. His right arm was moving like a blur around his cock, the entire crotch of his slacks thoroughly soaked with precum, dress shirt torn wide open, fingers of the other hand twisting a perked up nipple through the soft fabric of his white undershirt. What… what was he doing?! He had to stop this… he had to…

Marcus saw movement on the other side of the gloryhole… was the hole always this big…? Something slid through it without any warning. A cock… so massive and fat… easily thicker than his wrist, its impossibly swollen purple head glistened covered in pre under the sickly bathroom light. Its smell hit him even before it was fully on his side… the rank and ripe stink of a real man. Just like that any bit of clarity that Marcus had managed to momentarily regain after snapping out of the horny haze was already long gone. 

Please… please, run… His body started to move, but it was not towards the door like he wanted. Marcus was forced to listen in horror as his knees fell onto the grimy, cracked tiles on the floor with a heavy thud. His neck was extending forward, head tilting slightly to the side as he opened his lips as wide as he physically could… please run… a ripe, salty taste exploded on his tongue as he began to run its tip across the underside of the cock, greedily lapping up the oozing precum before closing his lips tightly around its immense girth. 

It was pure filth but the pleasure made his eyes roll back into his skull, the sluttiest, hungriest moan imaginable vibrating within his chest as Marcus began rapidly bobbing his head up and down, driven by an uncontrollable need he still couldn’t begin to comprehend. Each attempt to resist it only made him suck on the cock with more desperation, he was drowning in far too much pleasure to even notice as his cheeks started to become fuller, curving with dingy grey hair that with each gulp of precum grew thicker and spread further down his neck. It was already more than a stubble, rather a full, messy beard, matted, crusty with countless loads he didn’t get to completely swallow up before they started to spill all over his face.

Memories of it were appearing inside his head, cruising for cock at the sleaziest truck stops one could find… At first Marcus thought they were merely horny fantasies, same as before, but they felt so warm and familiar, just like the taste of this unwashed cock between his lips. He’d sucked off hundreds, if not thousands, he was a fucking pro at this! How else did his gut grow so damn huge if not from all those hot, trucker loads?! Marcus abruptly froze as he felt it swelling and pushing outwards against his palm, no… no, no, no, he was at the gym just yesterday… 

He knew it was true, he remembered it, but suddenly Marcus simply couldn’t figure out what for… to suck someone off? Nah, those shaved smooth muscle boys weren’t his thing, he liked to be fucked by a real man, beefy and hairy like a fucking animal! One that smelled nice and ripe too! He lifted one of his arms and took a deep breath of the musky funk that immediately filled the air. Fuck… groaning in pleasure as he watched his hand changing before his eyes, growing meatier and wider, every finger becoming rough and calloused with coarse, grey fur on top of every knuckle, spreading up to his wrist, then the forearm, fuck, it was getting so damn beefy too! 

Seeing something like this ought to have scared the shit out of him but instead Marcus found himself jerking off even harder and faster, feeling his churning balls slapping against his thighs. By now his gut was already completely smothered against the compartment wall so Marcus couldn’t see just how massive his sack had gotten, but he still could feel how badly he needed to unload it! Though not before he gave that fat cock in his mouth a proper milking!

Salty pre was constantly leaking down his gullet as if from a broken faucet, each drop packing on further pounds of beef and bulk onto the frame of a once scrawny financial advisor. Now his shoulders were broadening, arms and chest expanding with slabs of heavy, raw muscle acquired through decades of hauling freight into his truck. Sweaty, grey streaked fur crawling all over his back, chest and gut. 

Fffuuuuuckkk… he heard his dress shirt and pants giving out and then haphazardly tossed them aside. By now only his undershirt was left, even if it hardly resembled the pristinely white, silky thing that he’d once shelled out a couple hundred bucks for. Nah… the fuck was he talking about? He found it in the sleeper cab of that big dicked trucker bear who fucked him last week, the hot bastard was using it a cum rag and let him have it as long as it fit over his gut! Thank fucking god it did, Marty had not once taken it off since and regularly added fresh new loads to it every couple hundred miles!

No… fuck… no matter how hard his cock twitched as he thought about this disgusting fucking filth he knew this wasn’t him!!! Marcus tried to pull back, to stop his hairy, calloused hand from pistoning up and down his stubby cock, to spit that massive, log of veiny meat out his mouth… but Marty’s lips were wrapped so tightly around it, massaging and worshipping every inch of it like a goddamn expert, so hungry for that huge, creamy load which he knew was only moments away from filling him up. He needed it so fucking bad!!!

Instead of pulling away, his face pushed forward, forcefully ramming every last inch of that gigantic fuckstick down his throat and in that same moment he heard a roaring grunt that drowned out even the sounds of the wild orgy still going on outside. It was as if a fucking geyser had erupted in his mouth, massive blasts of cum hammering at the back of his throat, squirting out through the gaps between the cock and the corners of his lips. 

He could hardly breathe but Marty was in fucking heaven, gulping down load after load as the enormous piece of meat pulsed against his tongue feeding him to his heart’s content. His own cock had long gone off and finished splattering his gut with ribbons of cum, adding yet another crusty layer to the matted fur which densely covered it, but this one was still going strong! Still pumping more and more of its seed down his gullet. Marty didn’t know that such a thing was even possible but he might have orgasmed again just from the sensation alone. His consciousness completely drifting off into a land of pure, horny bliss.

He’d just barely noticed it slipping out of his mouth after what felt like a whole lifetime. The wild rush of pleasure was slowly fading, but the need was not… if anything it was stronger now… Marty ran his tongue across his cum-drenched mustache and savored the salty taste, his cock was already twitching again, almost completely hard. Fuck! Fuck, that was so fucking hot! But he still needed more, so much more! He needed cock! He needed to be fucking bred! Pumped so full by those hot fuckers outside till he was leaking from both goddamn ends!

Marty just barely managed to heave himself up, kicking away the tatters of his ruined pants still hanging around his ankles, then lumbered out into the bathroom, his furry, cum-soaked gut swinging from side to side, heavy balls churning with a fresh load and hole itching with need to be plowed. But the place was completely empty… Marty stood there blinking cluelessly in the flickering light. Dang, where’d they go? He could have sworn he could still hear them a second ago… 

But there was nobody here, just the grimy tiles, the rusted sinks, an old, worn cap that somebody left next to one of them. Marty instinctively put it on and then glanced at the reflection staring back at him in the dirty, cracked mirror. His cock instantly perking up at the sight, a hulking fucking beast of a trucker, huge beard matted with a fresh load of cum, solid beerkeg of a gut and arms like fucking hams! He flexed them in admiration before running his meaty paw through his mustache and collecting some of that still warm cum so he could savor its salty taste one more time.

“Reckon I better hit the next stop soon…”

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Timothy stood outside the small gathering of striped tents, pacing back and forth, checking his phone for who knows which time. Still nothing from Mr Henderson… Timothy assumed that if anything was wrong his fiance’s dad would give him a call... It must have been something like fifteen minutes or so since the older man had excused himself, muttering something about finding a restroom somewhere in this weird popup circus they had just been passing while on a stroll. The whole thing was really so unbelievably strange, Timothy could've sworn this stretch had been empty storefronts or something like that when he'd walked to the bar an hour earlier before their meeting… they couldn’t have possibly set up all those colorful tents and miles of flickering lights so quickly, right?

He slid the phone back into his pocket and decided to take a hesitant step towards the entrance. Damn, he really hoped that Samantha’s dad was okay, the evening had been going so well too until now. It seriously felt like for the first time since he'd proposed to her, her father had actually seemed to be warming up to him. They'd talked about all sorts of things over the whiskey, business, sports, even managed to share a couple genuine laughs. And then on top of that he got a pat on the back from Mr Henderson as they were exiting the bar! 

Admittedly he still did look at him a little funny when Timothy tried calling him Robert, rather than by his surname, but he thought he’d scored more than enough points tonight than what he could have possibly expected. Then they passed next to this rowdy gathering of lit up tents and it seemed to really make Mr Henderson feel nostalgic, he even briefly talked about how his father used to always take him there whenever the circus came to town, back when he was younger. 

“Oh gosh, this darn bladder… nature calls Timothy. All that scotch just flies right through me these days, you know. I think I’m gonna go and see if I can find a bathroom somewhere in there. Wait here son, I’ll be back in just two minutes.”

Timothy was so starstruck by Mr Henderson calling him ‘son’ that he didn’t even think to ask if he could come along. Even now, a handful of minutes later, replaying that sentence in his head gave him a warm, fuzzy feeling. But he was also starting to really worry, he should definitely check up on Samantha’s dad… 

Timothy stepped toward the entrance and the air had changed instantly, even before he saw the smoke his nose started to itch from the stench of cheap tobacco and something else… it was so pungent, like sweat or… as if someone had missed a shower or a whole handful of them, and after a few more steps forward he saw exactly who. 

He froze, the narrow alleys between the cramped up tents were completely packed, except not with merry families or young couples spending their time together like he would have expected. It was all clowns! And not just any clowns, they sure had the red noses and face paint, but every single one of them was some kind of a hulking monstrosity! So ridiculously huge, massive and burly. Each and every one squeezed into a tight singlet painted in red and white stripes, looking like it was ready to burst at the seams any second. And then on top of that, clamped within their wide, dopey grins were by far the largest and thickest cigars that Timothy had ever seen in his life, just cartoonishly huge!

This is what he’d been smelling from so far off, they were huffing and puffing so much that it almost looked like the whole space between the tents was filled with a thick, low hanging fog. Ugh, the stink of their sweaty, hairy bodies combined with those cigars was just twisting his stomach into a knot. He coughed, waving a hand in front of his face as he ventured further, but the haze was simply everywhere, there was no escaping it and he could practically feel it clinging to his skin and soaking into his clothes.

Timothy would have loved to get the hell out of there this instant, but he knew that he couldn’t leave Samantha’s dad alone with all those muscular freaks. It seemed like each of the clowns had some kind of a theme going on, he’d just pushed past a genuinely humongous one in a cowboy hat with a sheriff badge pinned to his singlet, his barrel chest covered in a pelt of sweaty hair, puffing up to an almost comical degree as he toked on his gigantic cigar and exhaled immense clouds of smoke that made Timothy’s head spin even though he’d covered up his mouth and held his breath for as long as he physically could when he passed him.

“HYUCK! HYUCK! HYUCK!!!”

Oh god, Timothy turned his head after exiting the smoke and he so wished that he hadn’t… there were two of them, easily over two meters tall, muscles bulging obscenely and even though he’d only seen their silhouettes in the shadows it was clear what they were doing. The wet slapping sound, the dumb giggling turning into deep, passionate moans, both of their massive bodies thrusting back and forth. Two of those freaks were actually going at it in the shadows between the tents!

He felt cold sweat covering his skin as he frantically looked around, how could he not have noticed it earlier? There wasn’t a single one of them in sight without a gigantic, wet stained bulge jutting from their crotches! He had no idea what the hell was going on here, but Timothy knew that he had to find Mr Henderson this instant! 

"Excuse me, I… I’m looking for an older man, suit and tie. He came in here a few minutes ago looking for a bathroom. Have you maybe seen him?”

Feeling desperate Timothy approached the by far the least creepy and intimidating looking one of them who had been ogling him from across the alley, a short, portly one built like a ball of fat, wearing a top hat and a monocle, with huge mustache and sideburns. 

“An older gentleman? Oh yes indeed my dear, I believe I have seen him accompanying Thump and Thomp to the tent over there. The good man is in for some marvellous time, I can still feel my own rump aching after they’ve had their way with me! HYUCK HYUCK!”

He watched as the clown pointed with the tip of his huge cigar towards a larger tent with dense smoke pouring from beneath its flaps as if it was on fire, even before he understood what that freak was getting at as he reached underneath his beach ball stomach to fondle himself, Timothy was already moving, bolting straight ahead towards the entrance.

***

“Please… I… I can’t breathe… this smoke…”

Robert wheezed, the smoke inside the tent was thicker than soup. He couldn’t even see his own hand in front of his face… he couldn’t see anything other than those two gargantuan figures who were holding his arms and hauling him further and further inside. They looked like those old fashioned circus musclemen he used to see plastered over posters as a kid, bald heads shaved shining smooth, greasy black handlebar mustaches and skin tight singlets that left nothing to the imagination. He winced when he first spotted the outlines of their massive, throbbing erections squeezed tightly by the fabric against their muscular stomachs. He tried to run at first, but their grip was like iron and he wasn’t sure if after a couple lungfuls of the air inside this tent he would have even been able to stand on his own anymore.

“Tha smoke! HYUCK HYUCK! Yer gunna have ta get used to it if ya wanna join the crew pops! What’s a clown without a big, fat stogie between ‘is lips? Ain’t that right Thomp?”

Giggled the one who had previously introduced himself as Thump back when Robert still didn’t suspect that anything was amiss. His twin brother Thomp quickly joined in on the sinister laughter as he pulled the cigar the size of an actual wine bottle from between his teeth and showered Robert’s face with an immense plume of smoke. He was feeling so hot, his thoughts growing so jumbled up together that even formulating a single sentence suddenly required a near impossible amount of effort.

“No… this is wrong… I don’t want to join anything… I was just looking for a bathroom…”

The exhaustion in his helpless, pleading voice only seemed to amuse them more, as they giggled even louder, giving each other sly, knowing looks as if they were getting close to the punchline of a great joke they both knew all too well.

“HYUCK! HYUCK! HYUCK! Everyone who comes to the circus must join the crew, those are tha rules! Now open yer kisser wide pops!”

Robert was so disoriented that by the time he began to realize what this freakishly huge, musclebound clown was talking about, the cigar was already in Thomp’s hand, traveling towards his mouth at a breakneck pace. He’d made a huge mistake, he should have closed it and turned his head away, rather than opening it even wider in protest. Suddenly this obscenely huge log of folded tobacco, topped with a red, glowing tip was right between his teeth, stretching his lips around its immense girth like an airtight seal.

Oh god… he let out just the faintest shocked gasp and even that was more than enough to send plumes of thick, acrid smoke rushing down his throat straight from the cigar’s end. The instant they made it to his lungs, the most intense, violent heat erupted all across his body, but especially down there… down between his legs. Robert started to hear some strange, frantic sound and then realized that he was the one making it, moaning like a wild animal as his cock was straining, painfully erect against the zipper of his pants, throbbing so much it made his knees buckle.

The pressure only continued to mount… this time around within his abdomen, he looked down and saw the halves of his suit jacket pushing to the sides as a humongous mound of fat was swelling underneath his shirt. Robert’s mind screamed at him that something like this was simply impossible, but he could see right before his eyes as his previously moderately sized paunch of an older businessman near his retirement inflated into an absolute beach ball. Sending the straining buttons of his dress shirt flying off into the haze that filled the tent and exposing naked skin covered in a riot of white body hair.

Robert screamed around the cigar, trying to spit it out, but the sound was completely muffled, they had lodged it too tightly between his teeth, it didn't even budge as he violently shook his head back and forth.

“Gosh darn, look at that gut Thump, pops is turnin’ into one hairy fucker! Callin’ dibs on fuckin’ his furry hole first!”

The clowns seemed to hardly notice his efforts to get rid of the cigar, instead far more captivated by the hairy stomach now ripping his expensive shirt to absolute shreds, one of them beginning to caress it all over. Robert was scared out of his mind and yet even all the adrenaline coursing through his body was no match for the impossible pleasure he felt when that large, calloused hand rubbed against his distended belly. No… this was wrong… he started violently thrashing around, only to come to an abrupt stop when he felt Thomp’s hand sliding a little further down.

Robert’s eyes suddenly rolled back, the ecstasy was so immense he thought he’d cum on the spot as the hulking clown’s fingers started fondling his engorged, unbelievably sensitive cock. He wanted to fight it, he knew he had to… but his body didn’t want to listen anymore. His hips bucked forward, grinding into that massive palm, and he couldn't stop himself from inhaling again, pulling more smoke deep into his lungs. Each breath was like an orgasm, it wasn’t just his gut swelling larger anymore, but rather the entire body, growing so hulking and huge, ballooning out with muscle and fat, all of it covered with a wild pelt of fur. He could hear his biceps ripping the sleeves of his suit wide open, felt the itching on his face as the day’s old stubble exploded into a huge, bushy beard.

With each inhale of the smoke, the horror was giving into wild, uncontrollable lust. A dumb, horny giggle was rising from his own throat, fuck! He needed to fuck! HYUCK! HYUCK! No, dear lord… Timothy… Timothy must be looking for him by now, he just had to… Robert shuddered at the powerful throb of his cock, no… he just had to hold on… hold on a little bit longer until he came.

***

“Mr Henderson!”

Timothy pushed the tent flaps apart and burst inside, immediately choking on the dense fog. The smoke was somehow even thicker here, immediately wrapping itself around his whole body as if it was alive. He could hardly see anything through it, but the gigantic thing towering in front of him was impossible to miss. It was so huge that at first glance Timothy thought it had to be some circus prop, but then he saw it starting to move towards him… he recognized the outline of a freakishly thick and long cigar with a glowing ember at the end… It was one of them! 

The clown was well over two meters tall and somehow every bit as wide. Timothy froze in fear as he watched him taking a step forward, the very first thing to emerge from the impenetrable fog was his massive, round gut, clad in the same tight, striped singlet, an outline of an inhumanely large cock running straight up across it from below, its swollen bulbous head reaching all the way up to the clown’s belly button and soaking the material completely with the filth oozing from it as it ran down his bulky, musclebound legs. Only then came the cigar and the rest of the clown’s face…

Timothy wasn’t sure why but there was a brief moment where underneath all that caked on greasy face paint, countless pounds of puffy fat, bushy eyebrows and the most immense santa clause type beard which eclipsed his rotund face, cascading down over his chest in thick, white waves and countless snow-white curls that seemed almost impossible to distinguish from the sweaty, white pelt covering the rest of exposed skin on his body, he really thought that something about this hulking beast of a man looked familiar.

“Timmy!!! There’s my little helper! San Nicko had been waitin’ fer ya, boyo! HYOHOHO!”

Holy fuck… that voice… It was as if Timothy felt his blood turning into ice. No, this couldn’t be… 

“Mr Henderson? No, no way, who the hell are you?! Where is he?!”

As a response the clown only grinned even wider, his swollen cock throbbing visibly as he exhaled an actual cloud of smoke that gathered underneath the tent’s roof, then flexed his gargantuan biceps, each one couple sizes larger than Timothy’s own head and covered thoroughly in thick, matted fur. He looked right into Timothy’s eyes and then with a nod pointed straight at his chest with both of his thumbs.

“Yah, yer lookin’ at him boyo, but Henderson was such a boooring name! Hyohoho, it’s San Nicko now! Thump and Thomp gave it to me because they said I looked like Santa, but I also like a big, hard cock ramming up my chimney so I guess it fits! HYOHOHOHO!!!”

With that the bearded clown had turned around and bent over, revealing that the back of his singlet had been completely torn out around the ass, but even that wasn’t enough for his twisted and demented mind. He then reached back and spread his hirsute cheeks wide, making Timothy gag at the sight of his gaping hole, all the fur inside the crack matted with a massive load of fresh cum, globs of it dangling around with each movement.

“Thump and Thomp had to go check on some pesky police fellers, so now Santa needs someone else to fuck his big ol’ slutty ass! And his little helper arrived just in time! HYOHOHO! Santa reckons that with a little christmas magic yer not gonna stay so little for much longer, though!”

No… this couldn’t be… this was some kind of a nightmare… Timothy felt like he was going crazy as his brain was trying to process everything that was happening, but he didn’t even have time for that. The hulking santa clown that used to be his father in law began stomping towards him. Something in the back of Timothy’s head screamed at him to run, but he was too slow, the clown’s meaty, hirsute hands were already gripping onto his upper arms, lifting him up as his gargantuan gut pinned him against the broad, wooden tentpole. 

“Mr Henderson! Please, snap out of it! We need to get you help!

“HYOHOHO! Tha only help papa needs is with this terrible itch deep down his hairy crack boyo!”

Mr Henderson leaned forward, the glowing ash at the tip of the gigantic cigar clamped between his teeth hovering only millimeters away from Timothy’s cheek, but in an instant even that was impossible to see when with a maddening giggle the hulking clown exhaled as hard as he could, unleashing a concentrated blast of smoke right into his face. It didn’t matter that Timothy tried to hold his breath, the fumes have wormed their way up his nose anyway, filling up his body. It was as if they contained everything, not just the cheap, acrid tobacco, but also the primal stench of sex and cum, of all those hirsute, sweaty, unwashed bodies constantly rutting against each other.

It was like his lungs were on fire, and then the rest of his body… but it felt so good. A wave of intense, dizzying horniness washed over him, his thoughts growing dull as his brain came completely enveloped by this now, so pleasantly smelling fog. He sensed himself slouching back against the tent pole as his consciousness slowly drifted away. Something big and hard was placed in his mouth and Timothy instinctively closed his lips around it without any resistance. Only one thing seemed to exist for him now… his cock… solely the pleasure radiating from it with each powerful twitch was capable of piercing that horny, giddy veil which tightly encased his mind.

Soon it started to feel even better as his cock became enveloped by something so wonderfully warm and soft, almost by pure instinct Timothy’s hips started thrusting forward, the sensation simply overwhelming his mind. He began to moan helplessly and then heard Mr Henderson doing the same, his voice sounding so passionate and… slutty. Goosebumps covered Timothy’s body as his hips continued to move on their own, but he still desperately tried to pry his half-lidded eyes open just so he could see what was in front of him.

Oh god, he so badly wished that he didn’t… Samantha’s dad was bent over in front of him and grinding his massive, furry ass all over his crotch… this fucking slut… Timothy moaned around the cigar as that single thought passed through his head, his cock momentarily throbbing the hardest yet. In an instant he tried to yank himself away from underneath the clown, but his body hardly moved at all… something was wrong… he looked further down and discovered that his hands were tightly gripping onto Mr Henderson’s hips and then he spotted his own arms… holy shit… they were so enormous it seemed that if he were to give them as much as a tiny flex, both sleeves of his suit would come flying off in tatters!

Timothy watched as his entire body swelled before his eyes, buttons of his shirt straining against the expanding pecs and abs, his shoulders and back growing wider, he was terrified, breathing more heavily, more smoke pouring down his throat. Despite all the horror it felt so incredible, the sensation of all his clothes pushed to their limit by the sheer size of his hulking, musclebound body. He couldn’t stop thrusting forward, fucking that big slut’s loose, needy hole. His jaw was clenching harder around the cigar, teeth digging deep into the tobacco, sucking on more of the smoke with each breath. 

“That’s it boyo, ram is deeeep up Santa’s chimney HYOHOHOHOOOOOOH!!!”

Before hearing that horny, demented laugh was enough to twist his stomach into a knot but now the corners of his mouth were starting to twist into a dopey grin as well, a perverted giggle rising from his throat. HYUCK HYUCK! That’s right! Horny fuck! Needs to rut! Hnnggh… no… Timothy groaned, trying to wrestle back the control over his body, but it was useless. He heard a seam pop, then another, it was like a cascade, a series of firecrackers going off as his clothes had finally given out. Below he was greeted with a sight of his pecs, two meaty slabs of muscle covered with dark hair, below them came his bulging six pack, and even further down a cock the size of his old forearm.

He had no idea if it had first ripped straight through his pants and underwear or if they had rather been torn apart by his immense, expanding thighs, either way, his cock was now sliding all the way inside this hairy pig’s gaping, cum-drenched hole and it felt fucking amazing!!! He was huffing the smoke deeper and deeper, flexing his biceps and watching them grow, covering with dark, matted hair and popping veins. He didn’t see the red clown nose or the face paint appearing on his face, but at this point he probably wouldn’t have cared.

“HYUCK HYUCK!!! SO FUUUCKING HORNYYYY!!!”

He giggled as loud as he could, his jaw growing wider as dense stubble sprouted all around the cigar clamped tightly within his grinning mouth. He was fucking the ass of his former father in law even harder and faster, both sex crazed clowns filling the tent with horny, animalistic grunts as their bodies dripped completely with sweat. Last sparks of their old selves fizzling out, smothered by the overwhelming pleasure and smoke. This cock hungry Santa calling him down to his workshop for a good pounding was starting to become more real than the drink they shared at the fancy, upscale bar barely an hour ago.

The grapefruit sized, churning balls of the humongous, muscular beast that used to be Timothy were rapidly slapping against his new slut’s ass, the need to unload them becoming irresistible. He had his lips closed tightly around the cigar’s girth, drawing as much smoke as he could, flexing every muscle in his body as it grew further and further beyond human limits, ramming his gigantic swollen cock forward with every bit of strength he had until with a thundering roar his back arched as he began to cum, yet another gigantic load flooding the horny Santa’s insides until the pressure grew so massive that the seed was squirting down his legs.

Hi everyone, here is a teaser of a new ~5k words long story about a guy on a backpacking trip ending up at a remote gay nudist colony populated by hulking, hirsute bears with gigantic cocks. If it sounds like your kind of thing, you can check it out here!

River wanted to do this since pretty much forever, as a kid he used to listen to all those zany stories of his uncle about the countless hitchhiking trips that he, River’s dad and a bunch of their friends would take back in their twenties. He had to admit that nowadays all of it seemed a little old fashioned, he wasn’t sure if he’d seen a single hitchhiker asking for a pickup at the side of the road in years. Not very many of his college friends that he discussed the idea with seemed to think there was anything all that special about trekking through sun-beaten dirt roads that connected only to remote, nearly abandoned towns or sleeping by the bonfire under the stars. Especially so when instead compared to booking a plane ticket to another country so they could party and chill on the beach under the clear blue sky. That kind of stuff definitely wasn’t his style though, and a part of River was starting to really think this whole idea might forever stay just as something that he will always look back to as a thing he used to dream about in his youth but simply never got around to doing. 

The day of his college graduation was coming and River really couldn’t imagine himself suddenly getting stuck in a ‘real’ job in some boring office so soon, he knew that with his degree and grades finding one wouldn’t be particularly difficult. He saw how many people from his year were booking months long trips abroad or taking an entire gap year ‘to find themselves’ and realized that it really was now or never. He spent the whole summer taking up about every part time job he could find in his town, stacking boxes in the warehouse, cleaning pools and mowing lawns in the entire neighborhood, running food delivery on about every phone app he could find until he had just enough cash to afford a decent backpack, a pair of solid trekking shoes like his uncle always said were very important and handful of other handy things like a small tent, a sleeping bag or a camp stove for when he wouldn’t be able to find any accommodation and had to camp out in the wild.

As soon as he was packed up and said goodbye to his family and friends, River set off without looking back. He didn’t really plan out anything specific, decided to start by hopping onto the bus, riding for a few hours until he was in a town whose name he’d never once heard before and then used the map on his phone to look out for interesting places he could see and visit. He kept moving like that, town after town, never staying more than a night or two, surprisingly enough, each place seeming to actually offer a genuinely interesting thing or two that without a doubt he would have never seen before if he’d only followed online tourist guides. Every now and then he had to walk for literal hours before he’d reached them if nobody willing to pick him up was driving by, but for River, it was all worth it just to get a lick of that sense of freedom that he’d never experienced before in his life.

Speaking of, one of the spots that caught his eye on the map definitely fit that vein, tucked away among the valleys halfway up a mountain ridge there was a place marked only by a short, strange name of ‘Bearskin Glade’, he couldn’t find any reviews or a website for it, not even a phone number to ask if it was still operational today, just a short description “men’s natural retreat, clothing optional, male guests only.” from a couple years ago. But holy crap, a real gay nudist colony! It was only a couple miles away, not even a full day’s worth of hiking to get there if he got lucky and someone in the nearby town happened to be driving in the same direction! 

Truth be told, once he’d reached the town, it was a bit difficult to say how lucky he really got. From what he'd heard when he began asking around, it sounded like that campground was definitely still there now, but the locals didn't seem too happy about it. So many of them saying that River shouldn't so much as think about getting anywhere near that place because the things happening there simply weren't normal. One man even telling him about how his brother once wandered off there out of curiosity and never came back. 

Jeez, after seeing their reactions River wasn't really that surprised. He knew that he shouldn't expect people in those small, rural communities to be equally open minded as back at home, but this was seriously something else. He was glad he didn't mention to any of them that he was ace himself or else god knows how they would have reacted! Despite everything, somehow what they told him only made this nudist colony sound so much more intriguing, making River want to visit it even more. River thanked the last guy he talked to and assured him that he will not be going anywhere near that place. After buying a quick snack and filling his water bottle at the only convenience store in town, he set out again, following an old, narrow road that wound upward towards the mountains, gradually losing pavement until it became little more than a path of loose gravel and sparse tufts of grass. The trek was tough but it wasn’t anything he wasn’t used to by this point, the fresh mountain air making him feel that much more energized.

To call the scenery picturesque would have been an understatement, and River definitely could see why people were so keen on staying here. It was already slowly starting to get darker but eventually, the path he followed opened onto a secluded clearing surrounded by massive pine trees. There, scattered across the field stood a fair number of wooden cabins. River let out a relieved sigh when he noticed that most of them had lights burning in their windows, it seemed like this place wasn’t abandoned after all and there were in fact a small handful of people living here. Not in the reception though! That’s what the nearest cabin by the path appeared to be, with an old rustic sign saying ‘Welcome to Bearskin Glade’ hanging by the door. 

He did find a handwritten note with the phone number taped to the door saying that if the reception was empty, one should give it a call and then wait inside. River gave it a dial, feeling relieved that his phone still had some charge left after this whole day and after a few rings, a deep, husky voice answered, sounding quite excited to hear that someone new had just arrived. River heard him saying that he should stay put and that ‘they will be with him shortly’ and sure enough, after a minute or two, heard heavy footsteps crunching against the thick gravel covering the path to the reception and two absolutely massive, towering figures emerged into the lamplight installed by the door.

They were just gigantic, easily the most hirsute and muscular men River had ever seen in his entire life. Their massive scruffy beards and mustaches cascaded down their chests, and it would have hardly been an exaggeration to say that nearly impenetrable hair covered pretty much every visible inch of their skin below their necks. Making River’s heart almost skip a beat when at first, for a brief second, he genuinely thought there were a pair of actual bigfoots stomping towards him. What immediately caught his attention wasn’t just the size of their beards, but also their pecs, they were just immense! With big, pink, swollen and perked up nipples being about the only thing visible through their unbelievably abundant chest fur. Yet even that wasn’t exactly the first thing that River’s eyes darted to as soon as he saw them… everything he mentioned until now could still be somewhat considered within human proportions, but their cocks… holy shit! They were just unreal! Both of them hanging down to their knees, practically as thick as their already tree trunk wide thighs, complete with sets of enormous basketball sized balls! But somehow even despite how monstrously huge they were, River could have sworn that as soon as they stepped out of the darkness and laid their eyes on him, both of their ‘endowments’ began to stir and grow even bigger, dripping profusely from their tips.

For a second River thought that he’d dozed off while waiting for someone to arrive and was simply having a really messed up dream, but then he saw them getting closer, stomping towards him. His instincts screamed at him to move, but all he could do at that point was to stumble backwards through the reception door. The two massive beasts following him inside without any hesitation whatsoever, their enormous frames instantly filling the doorway one after the other, blocking off any faintest hope of escape once they were in. They stood next to each other forming a solid wall of flesh and fur, instantly making the entire cabin feel so tiny and cramped like they were sucking up all the space with their bulk. Their gigantic cocks swayed heavily with each step, constantly dripping and leaving wet trails across the cabin floorboards, it was clear that the sight of River got them really excited. He was just about to open his mouth and say something when a smell so intense it seemed almost like a physical force hit his nostrils, it was so thick… so strong… so impossibly masculine… that last word was what lingered inside River’s head as he immediately felt himself starting to sweat.

BAER CORP Apparel research division report

Project: BAER WEAR tanktop BW-TK-004 field test

Initial subject: Ryan M.

Report Compiled By: Dr. B. Decker

Summary:

Subject Ryan M. (hereafter referred to as Subject #1) was selected as an ideal candidate for field testing of our latest BAER WEAR prototype due to multiple recent life disruptions: romantic separation from long-term girlfriend, recent relocation to an unfamiliar metropolitan area (minimizing his social network), intention to begin a fitness regimen based on his internet activity. Interception of the subject's online gym clothing order was executed without incident. Original merchandise was replaced with Prototype BW-TK-004 tanktop. Delivery was completed by newly acquired asset "Daddy Rick" (originally Richard Paulson, 31, now 54 prime example of a musclebear daddy, bearification achieved through conventional anal and oral penetrative conversion protocol by Senior Field Agent Ursus.) Daddy Rick reported no complications. Subject accepted package without suspicion. Subsequent email complaint of Subject #1 regarding visual discrepancy with the ordered product was successfully placated with an apology and a 50$ gift card. No further customer service contact attempted.

DAYS 1-2:

Browser history surveillance flagged search query: "gym tank top stinks even after washing". Research note: the beard hair and body hair harvested from volunteer BAER CORP employees woven into the fabric continue to produce detectable musk even after standard washing machine laundering. Further prototypes need to boost olfactory masking in order to prevent early-stage resistance. However, psychoactive effects of the musk remain fully potent despite repeated washing. Subject #1 was observed putting on BW-TK-004 within approximately six minutes of waking up, after having spent the night with it in his room. No further complaints regarding odor have been logged.

It's been ages by now but Luke would still sometimes find himself fantasizing about the very first days since everything changed. About that immense brute that he'd just so happened to pass by while on his way home from work. At that time men like him were one in a million, or maybe even rarer than that. That absolute stud was so beefy that he'd have probably given many pro powerlifters of the day a run for their money. Wearing only a pair of suspenders instead of a shirt and showing off his body entirely covered in a pelt of blonde fur and a beard that could hardly be described as anything other than just a gigantic, wild mane, shy only a few inches from freely swinging right between his legs. 

Luke was pretty sure that back then he must have still been all about women, but the sight of that furry behemoth still made him turn his head when he walked by. And to this day he was so glad that he did! He only remembered it as a little sting on the cheek and didn't really pay it any mind whatsoever, at least not until he got home and found a little patch of brown hair growing in that same itching spot. Luke assumed that he'd simply missed it during his morning shave and shrugged at the coincidence. But when he noticed that the patch was considerably thicker and larger than he previously thought while brushing his teeth the same evening, Luke decided to have another go with the razor at it before bed.

Only he must have clearly failed to get all of it because when he woke up, he discovered a thick and sprawling brown beard snuggly covering his whole cheeks. Of course by then, any thoughts of trying to shave it off were entirely out of the question… Luke already had so many wonderful dreams about all those sexy men sprouting the most immense curtains of facial fur from their faces. To discover that he suddenly became a member of that group himself might have surprised him, but certainly in the most positive sense! He wanted nothing more than to rush to the mirror so he could admire it in its full glory, but if only it was that easy…

In exactly the same way as it would always do to this day, Luke's cock instantly shot up and started to leak like a faucet the moment his fingertips so much as lightly brushed against the strands of hair that surrounded his cheeks. And very soon Luke was doing far more than just lightly feeling them up! It was unbelievable how sensitive his facial hair had suddenly become and how wonderful it felt to touch it. He must have spent hours on his bed just rubbing and combing his fingers through the beard as he howled in pleasure without much care about how many of his neighbors might hear all of it.

Luke remembered that it got him going so much that the very first time he came, it was entirely without touching his cock! And even after the orgasm had subsided he only let go of his beard when after being driven by some unexplained instinct he began to gather up all of his spooge and then rubbing it into the skin on his face. It wasn't without an effect… when Luke first woke up, his beard was only long enough to cover a little more than his fingertips, but by now they were almost disappearing inside of it completely whenever he ran them through it! 

Luke probably could have easily spent the entire day doing only this if he didn't get so impossibly hungry. It wasn't quite as easy to notice at first glance so back then Luke still had no idea that it wasn't just his facial hair that was undergoing a major development. After completely clearing out the fridge and all the cupboards in the kitchen he begrudgingly wiped himself clean to the best of his ability and then stumbled downstairs while heading straight to the nearest corner shop. Everyone he ran into looked pretty antsy to see him whenever he passed them on the way… unless they were already sprouting beautiful beards themselves, then he could clearly see that they were barely keeping themselves from crossing the street just to touch it.

And it was very much mutual! He remembered thinking how crazy he must have been to not have realized before just how much sexier a guy always looked with plenty of fur on his face! Unfortunately it would take some time before everyone else reached that same conclusion too. All the headlines he saw at the newspaper stand were talking about some new, strange virus. Apparently the scientist had no idea what it was or where it might have originated from, only that it was far more contagious than anything they've ever seen before. But Luke wasn't in the mood to read much further than that. He was so hungry… horny… and all his clothes were feeling so uncomfortably tight…

Hey everyone, here’s the fifth chapter of one of my personalized patron stories about horny daddy bears taking over a military base, I have just put up the eighth installment of it on my Patreon as well, if you liked this one, feel free to check it out!

From the moment he saw James and Kirk marching inside, Gabe did everything he could to bring his body to move. But nothing seemed to be working. Before they grabbed Ben by surprise, he wanted so much to warn him, the only reason why he was even here in the first place was because he'd been trying to help him. Yet he was stuck, as if trapped deep inside his body, forced to watch it all playing out as the two bears had their way with the best friend he's had since arriving at this base.

He still couldn't believe it… it happened so quickly… just a few moments ago Ben was still himself, he was talking to him and now, even his voice was already changing. If only he could have warned him, Gabe would much rather let James grab him instead, if that meant that Ben was allowed to get away. Mmm… let him wrap that big, meaty paw of his around the back of his neck so he could easily push his head first right into that fluffy pelt of fur on his big, broad chest once again… ah… it was so soft and warm in there. And whenever he took a breath his nose filled up with so much of daddy's manly musk… why didn't daddy let him stay there for a little bit longer so he could grow big and sexy like him too…?

I have put up a suggestion box for the next long form story I write like Hog Sweat or Horny Hirsute Hungarian Bathhouse! Feel free to throw a horny idea of your own in there!

God damn it! Michael had been in the secret service for too long not to sense when something really fishy was going on. Vince thought so too and didn’t try to hide it since the day senator Caldwell decided to indefinitely move all of them to his holiday residence out of the blue. This was the middle of the election year, what did the man have to do here, in the middle of the woods that was so damn important? Then came the way some of the guys on the team started to behave pretty much overnight. The last thing Michael expected to see after working for years covering the security of a conservative politician was for Paul and Grant, two married men who previously couldn't shut up whenever they spotted some ‘sexy babe' at one of senator’s rallies, to suddenly become so completely obsessed with each other, fucking like a pair of rabbits every chance they got, no longer giving half a shit about their jobs.

Then the exact same thing somehow happened to Ryan and Mark the following day, both turning into a pair of absolute horndogs as well. Yeah… that was not a bad way to put it, Michael chuckled when he remembered Vince swearing he heard them barking at each other in the single bedroom they've begun to share together. While Michael couldn't give a rat’s ass about what his co-workers did after their shifts were over, it was like all blood had drained from their heads straight to their dicks because all four seemed to have lost half their IQ points after finding their new calling. No matter how hard you tried, you simply couldn't get through to them and have them talk about anything normal.

And what did the senator think about all this? God knows, he’s been spending every minute of the day holed up in his office to the point where it’s been nearly the entire week since Michael had seen the man! If that had been it, he might have chucked it up to just a freaky coincidence, but then the same thing started happening to others. Blake, then Tom the next day… Vince told him he was going to report it to the higher ups but when Michael saw him this morning he was behaving like the biggest doofus of them all! All he said was that he ‘needed to be a good pup for the alpha and they shouldn't be talking about this anymore’ before he hurried off with an ashamed look on his face. What the fuck… was this some kind of code? If so then Michael sure as hell wasn't able to crack it until now! There was no way around it, Michael knew that he will have to make a few phonecalls despite how fucking ridiculous all of this sounded whenever he repeated it in his head.

He knew there had to be far more to it, he just had to find something concrete… something that would help him avoid being turned into a laughingstock of the entire agency. If he had to turn this whole mansion upside down to find it, then so was it! The report could wait one more day!

***

Holy shit… what the fuck was this…?! After failing to find out anything new the entire day, Michael decided to finally bite the bullet and began working on his report. It was already way past midnight by the time he was finishing up, when suddenly he overheard some strange noises. They seemed to be coming from Hank's room… somehow, Michael just had this hunch… telling him that no matter what he mustn't come out of his bedroom right now, not until they were gone. He'd been in this line of work long enough to know that such gut feelings were always to be trusted 

Once it got quieter, Michael cautiously went outside and found that the door to Hank's bedroom was unlocked, inside a bunch of items from his bed and desk were scattered all across the floor. Signs of struggle. Hank was nowhere to be found, but Michael could still hear something going on upstairs. This time he began to follow it without hesitation, staying just far enough behind to make sure none of those fuckers knew they were being trailed as he figured out where they are heading and what their plan might be.

It had to be a whole team… how else would they have taken out everyone stationed outside before they managed to activate the alarms?  But why out of all things would they take Hank from his bed in the middle of the night and drag him off to… to the senator's home office?! Fuck! Now, this was no longer about staying inconspicuous and trailing them from behind but rather protecting the senator's life! Michael cursed and began to sprint across the hallway towards the half open door of the office. He might have originally been fully prepared to fight tooth and nail whoever was waiting inside, but definitely was not ready for what he would be met with once he reached that door.

He spotted Hank immediately. He was laying naked in the middle of the floor, except he wasn't completely naked… They covered up his face with something that looked like a rubber dog mask and put a collar around his neck and then… jesus christ… something was also sticking out of his ass, something that looked like some kind of a dog tail dildo! Michael could tell because all those freaks who surrounded him were dressed exactly the same too!

Michael wasn't sure if even the most roided up bodybuilders he'd ever seen could compare to just how ridiculously muscular they were. They were just standing there, beating off their gigantic cocks while making horny animal noises, their near inhumanely hirsute bodies grinding wildly against each other. Then there was also this other one… he by far the biggest of them all, his gargantuan body completely covered in the black rubber suit. Oddly enough he seemed far more collected than the others… calmly talking to Hank as he sat comfortably behind the senator's desk and slowly stroked his humongous rubber clad erection. Only for some fucked up reason he kept on calling Hank, ‘Milo’ as he explained that there was no point in putting up so much resistance because soon he will understand how much more fun it is to be a good, horny pup than some boring, tiny human.

Michael's stomach sank as he suddenly recognized his voice. No matter how unbelievable it was, the person wearing that freakish perverted costume was Senator Caldwell himself! Lord Almighty… what was going on here?! Michael stood completely frozen watching his colleague squirming helplessly on the floor as if he could no longer control his body at all, only letting out those short, strained groans. To Michael's absolute horror, he saw Hank's cock beginning to grow hard as some of the sounds started changing tone, far more closely resembling excited and pleasurable moans instead. 

He must have been finally losing it from all the adrenaline in his system because in that same moment it looked as if Hank's entire body began to swell, covering itself with salt and pepper hair so thick it almost seemed like he was growing an actual pelt of fur all over! His moans getting even deeper and more lustful as he laid spread out wide on his back in pure bliss, only his swollen cock bobbing up and down as it throbbed from unending pleasure. Yet then, suddenly Hank let out one more desperate, exhausted groan and clutched his fingers around the dog mask those freaks have put on his face, trying as hard as he possibly could to pull it off.

Right away a peculiar kind of buzzing reached Michael's ears, he'd been faintly hearing it in the background for a while without paying too much mind to it but now it abruptly got so intense that he could immediately pinpoint its source. That tail-like thing they've stuck up his ass! It was vibrating like crazy, making his entire body seize up as it contorted into a near perfect arc while uncontrollable howls of pleasure erupted from his mouth. His muscles were swelling so much more rapidly now, he was getting almost as big as… no… no, no, no, this couldn't be true!!! Michael now understood who all those people were!!!

“Please, I… can't fight it any… aaahAAAARRrooooooooooo!!!”

With a lustful, inhuman howl Hank's cock started to uncontrollably spray cum in all directions, leaving that enormous, hirsute body of his totally drenched as he laid there in complete bliss, the entire massive form now completely limp and free of tension as he panted loudly out of exhaustion.

“Now… that wasn't so bad, was it, Milo?”

The response to the senator's voice was immediate. Almost like a soldier who was getting ready for a salute, Hank found himself on all fours in the blink of an eye. His ass up in the air, with that freaky dildo making him look like a dog who was happily wagging his tail as he allowed his tongue to loll far out of the mask's mouth.

“Ruff! Yes, Alpha was right! Being a good, horny pup is so much better than being human! I never want to go back! Never!!! Ruuuuff!”

Good god… this… this was far more than he could handle. Michael began carefully backing away, no longer thinking about anything other than simply getting the hell out of here as soon as he could… until he suddenly felt his shoulder bumping into something…

“Aww… you're being a naughty pup and snooping around again Rusty! But it's okay, I bet you just couldn't wait for your turn so you could have all this fun with everyone just like Milo!”

It was Vince… but no longer the same Vince he knew… Now he was a towering mountain of fur and muscle, wearing the same dog mask, the same perverted shit, a collar with the name ‘Skipper’ inscribed on it... when he grabbed him within his gigantic arms and carried him inside there was nothing that Michael could do. He was kicking and screaming, begging Vince and Hank to snap out of it. They didn't budge and continued to hold him down as the senator prepared a mask and a collar for him. 

Michael soon understood why. Hank had really made it seem like it was something that one could try to fight and resist. How wrong he was to ever think that… Michael’s cock was already rock hard seconds after they slid the tail inside him… it felt so impossibly good… pleasure filling his entire body. But that wasn't what got to him… it was that voice… it appeared as soon as they placed the hood on his head. Telling him that he had to be a good pup… that he had to listen to Alpha like a good pup would… his name was no longer Michael… it was Rusty… he loved that name… he loved being a pup… a good pup…. a good, good pup for Alpha… 

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