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“You disgusting”. Said the man you were hitting on. “No one is ever going be attracting to this !” He said plunking out some of the hair that was escaping your collar. He turns his heals and walks away and you are just left there ashamed of your Body like you always were. When you turned 18 you didn’t have much body hair but it’s like your genetics wants to screw your over so by the age of 21 you had a thick pelt of fur from head to toe. You looked like a completely different person and even friends you’d know since you were a child don’t recognize you. Now st the age of 25 you were just wanting to find someone to snuggle up to at night. Someone to be with. But no one wanted to be with a hairy man like you. Shaving was tiresome and it just made you ashamed to have to be covered in so much hair. The only thing you seemed to have going for you is that since your French you have a French American accent that always draws people in. You’re in you way home kicking a rock. When you come across a well that seems to have appears out of no where. You look down the dark pit and see something. When you were a child in France you could remember tossing rocks into the well making wishes and thought why not do it again. You pick the pebble up you have been kicking and drop the stone in wishing that you’re hairy body would change. You wish the hair would go away. You want the body that will attract a man for you. You needed it. You don’t want to be lonely anymore. You hear the stone hit the bottom of the well and you walk away soon to get home. You suddenly realize that’s it’s chilly out tonight. That’s something that you’re not used to. Chills didn’t happen to you since you had a fully body winter coat. You rub you arms only find that they aren’t hairy anymore. You race home to look at yourself in the mirror abs are shocking to see that you’re no longer hairy.

You’re is hairless except a nice beard and the hair on your head. And muscle is packed into every joint your body had. You instantly get hard seeing your reflections hoping that this is real. And it is. Veins pop out sith every flex and the muscles flex with every move. You blow a load right there on your bathroom sink. You’re so excited that you can’t help but want to show off your body. You get dressed and go back to the bar. Instantly men are on you and rubbing all over you. That night you take home a hunk around your age. Not as muscular as you are now but you can’t help but want him and he wants you. A one night stand turns into a relationship. Sex everyday as you can’t get enough of each other. After two months when you two are together in a passionate moment he calls you daddy making you blow the biggest load you’ve had in months. You don’t realize it at the time but your wish is still in full effect. You wished to be the man that someone would be attracted to. You also do t realize that when we said that you’re muscles soften ever so slightly. You’re looses some of the fairness it once had. The two of you keep up the game. You’re the daddy and he is the son. What you don’t notice at first you then Start to see. You’re in the shower one day bathing and then you slip on the soap. Opening your eyes you see that the wishing well has changed your body even more than you thought.

Lost in the passion of your love you didn’t notice that your legs have grown hairy again. And your chest and abs are starting to get covered. But your boyfriend seems to still like you. Loving the body that you’re growing. Another month passes and the changes continue. You’re freaking out as your body continues to change as your boyfriends whims and love continues to grow. You are married after of being together. Just like when you were 21 people don’t recognize you now. You looked younger before. But your husband always wanted a daddy.

What first started a suggestion to not worry about working out turned into a command as he just liked making sure you were fed. He wanted you covered in hair. More than what you used to have when you were younger. He wanted you older and your body just kept changing to match his will. But you love him so much that you’re willing to be anymore for him. The final change happened when your were pleasing your husband one night and he said now you’re the perfect daddy for him. But by this time you’re already. Bald. Gray. And look as if you’re in you late 50s even though you’re just approaching 30. But he’s never been happier. So it can’t all be mad right ?

It was a comfortable shirt, not too heavy and pretty light, loose against his body. At least until it wasn’t. Throughout the day it seemed to become tighter and tighter. He felt his stomach and chest being further constrained by the shirt, the buttons stretching the shirt further and further until he was certain it would rip. He had no option but to struggle to get them unbuttoned, fighting against the built-up pressure. As soon as he got the first one the rest went.

His body fell out the front of the shirt, spilling out the fabric that acted like curtains draped around the massive bulging mass contained. He let out a gasp as he looked down. His chest was a thick slab of meat, two swollen pecs hanging low and wide. Beneath it was the horizon of a large stomach, a huge round globe consuming the bottom of his vision. He was struggling to process it when he heard his sleeves rip, two massive arms suddenly exposed in the air, thick defined muscles wrapped inside the skin.

He struggled to turn and look at himself, finding it difficult to see his body when it was getting in the way of itself. He felt like a stuffed plush teddy bear. His figure was too thick to move properly made entirely of soft doughy mass rolling in on itself as he bent. He gave up trying, deciding to rebutton the shirt only to find it wasn’t able to get around his entire body anymore.

He had no option but to continue on his day like this, exposed, his body spilling out of the sides of his ripped shirt. He got looks of admiration and disgust, his new mass hanging out for all to see. He couldn’t help but like the feeling, deciding to adopt the new look as his own.