Mark walked into the locker room after a long workout session and threw himself onto the locker room bench, sweat dripping through his workout gear. He was exhausted. He closed his eyes and let out a sigh.
Suddenly, Mark heard the door swing open. A huge hulking figure walked in. Mark could hear the monster’s footsteps coming towards him. Mark opened his eyes to see a big muscular Arab man taking a seat on the bench across from him. Mark found himself getting lost in the Arab’s dreamy dark brown eyes. Beads of glistening sweat drifted their way down the man’s beautiful brown face. Mark couldn’t help but stare at the man’s frame. His broad shoulders, his massive pecs, his giantic forearms, all of which were coated in a thick pelt of arabic hair. He radiated masculinity. Mark was in awe of the man.
The Arab man then made eye contact with Mark and smirked. Mark immediately diverted his eyes. He didn’t want the gorgeous man to see him lusting over him. Mark’s lust was cut short when suddenly he could smell his own sweat. Mark reached into his gym bag and took out his towel and body wash. However, the body wash felt lighter than usual.
“Damn, it’s empty” Mark sighed as he shook the bottle. Mark could have swore the bottle had been full this morning. The lid of the bottle was loose. It was almost as if someone had emptied i-
“Use mine” The Arab man held out his shampoo.
“Oh no, it’s okay. I’ll just shower at hom-”
“No, just use mine” he said more forcefully this time. He was staring directly into Mark’s eyes.
Mark was surprised by the man’s commanding tone. He was manly and intimidating. The arab man’s body hair was infused with sweat. It was beginning to stink up the entire room. Mark’s nose was quickly filled with the man’s alpha stink. It reeked. Mark swiftly took the shampoo from the man’s meaty hands, afraid of what the man would do if he refused.
“Try not to moan too loud” the Arab man laughed to himself.
Mark smiled politely and quickly made his way into the public shower. “What a psycho” he thought. Why was the man so insistent on him using this shampoo? Mark looked at the label. It read ‘مزيل الصبي الأبيض’. The liquid was a brownish orange colour. Mark had never seen anything like it. Maybe it was only made in the Middle East or something?
Mark poured the shampoo onto the palm of his hand and then scratched it into his brown hair. The shampoo trickled down his smooth hairless body. It felt... good. Mark was surprised with how nice the shampoo felt against his pale hairless skin. Mark poured more out onto his hand and began to rub it into his hair more aggressively this time. Mark rubbed the shampoo more and more until he accidentally let a moan slip through his lips. Mark covered his mouth, hoping no one had heard him. The shampoo was sending a warm heated pleasure throughout his body.
“Oh fuck. It feels so goooooood” Mark moaned loudly as he lathered his hair with the shampoo. He couldn’t help it. The pleasure was becoming too intense for him to handle.
Mark was too lost in the pleasure to notice that his hairless torso was beginning to sprout... chest hair? That can’t have been right. Mark’s chest had always been hairless. He had never allowed any hair to grow on his body. He always thought hairy men looked like smelly animals. But now, Mark didn’t have a say in the matter. Dark black hair began sprouting all over his body. His chest, his forearms, his legs, his face now sprouting thick jet-black smelly hair. The once hairless 20 year old had grown so much hair, he looked like some kind of smelly animal.
The shampoo began to sink into Mark’s muscles. His lean body inflating, becoming bigger and stronger. His lean pecs ballooned outwards, now looking like a pair of fat hairy tits. His nipples grew bigger and more sensitive. The slightest touch could make him blow his thick load all over the shower wall. His shoulders grew broader and hairier. His biceps and legs grew big and thick. Mark began growing in size. His thin 5’8 stature increasing to a hulking 6’7 monster. His age increased with his height. The 20 year old aged until he began to look like he was in his 30s.
Mark’s ass grew bigger and juicer. Becoming round and fuckable. It began jiggling with the slightest of movements. It looked like it was constantly begging to be fucked by a nice big thick cock. His average sized penis grew larger too. It grew longer and thicker. His once 5 inch penis shot out into a thick 12 inch monster cock.
The shampoo began to seep into Mark’s pale skin. His complexion slowly darkened as the water washed his whiteness down the drain, never to be seen again. Mark’s smooth pale complexion was replaced by a beautiful brown tone. With Mark’s thick black body hair, his huge monster cock and his beautiful brown skin, someone could easily mistake Mark for... an Arab.
Mark began to panic as he looked down at his new Arab body. Mark threw the pleasureful shampoo onto the shower floor. He took one step out of the shower, struggling to balance his new 6’7 frame. He began stumbling out of the shower area and his fat ass jiggled behind him. His new big hairy tits swaying on his chest. He looked so hairy and fuckable.
Mark stumbled into the locker room, heading straight for the exit. He didn’t care that he was naked. He didn’t care his big fuckable ass was on show for everyone to see. He didn’t care his boner was swaying from side to side. He didn’t care that the bouncing of his new hairy fuckable tits was almost causing him to bust a nut all over the floor. He needed to escape. Now.
Mark looked back to see the big hulking arab man who gave him the shampoo. It was humiliating having someone see him like this. He was exposed. But Mark knew he had to relatiate if he wanted to get out and find help.
“What have you done to me?! Let me go!” Mark screamed.
“Let you go?” the man furrowed his bushy brows. “You love being around me... don’t you remember?”
YOU NEVER WANT TO LEAVE ME
The words sank deep into Mark’s head. Embedding themselves deep inside his subconscious. Mark grabbed his head. New memories began filling his mind. Memories of growing up in Egypt. Memories of falling in love and marrying his lifelong best friend, Omar. Memories of never getting a job. Memories of being a good submissive boywife filled his head. Mark... no... Ahmad looked up to see his husband standing in front of him. He then looked in the mirror, smiling at his appearance. He loved being Middle Eastern. He loved his heritage.
“Now, boywife. Are you done with your little tantrum?” Omar grinned at his husband.
“Yes, Master. I don’t know what I was thinking. I will make it up to you when we get home” Ahmad smiled adoringly at his loving husband.
“Yes you will” Omar lustfully stroked his husbands bouncy fuckable Arab ass.
“So get dressed now or I’ll fuck your jiggling bubble butt in front of the entire gym”
Ahmad put on his clothes and submissively followed his loving husband back home. Omar smirked at his new boiwife, forgetting that he had left the magic shampoo behind. The shampoo lay on the shower floor waiting to be used by some oblivious unknowing victim...
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