#(973)

The Doorman from Deadlock

PT: 973: ASPD limerence /end PT

DEFINITION ⦂⠀A pwASPD who feels limerence.

PT: Definition: A pwASPD who feels limerence. /end PT

ADDITIONAL ⦂⠀Coined on the 24th of March, 2026.

PT: Additional: Coined on the 24th of March, 2026. /end PT

TAGGING ⦂⠀@c1rcus-of-silliness @dearestchild @goregender @radiomogai

It has gotten bit much lately. The last bear I added really got my legs all bushy, allthough he feels awsome, almost like massaging my legs in the most comfortable ways.

Who would have though that I might ever look at it like that. I mean I always wished to be hairy, since I remember seeing my uncle all covered while I was still smooth as as a bowling ball.

I got quite obsessed up until that crazy night with a dude at a hostle.

I had some hair upto then, but rather sparcly, always thinking about those furry guys when I looked at myself, still including my uncle.

It was one of those days again when these thought got more present, almost obsessive. But when I got home in the hostle, I managed to push it away.

I had met quite the nice guy, sharing this room with me for several days now while other came and left. We always joked around, took brefaat together and stuff.

When he came into the room that night I was on my phone, browsing furry pics as I often did, but honestly relieved when he served some distraction.

"Already back!?" he teased, jokingly pushing me back onto my lower bunk bed. "Don't waste you time on that phone when you can be out!”

With that, he just jumped upon me, wrestled me until he sat ontop of me. I loved that ge did that! He was like the playfull brother I never had. Plus, I really was a bit jealous of his hairy chest. But this aside, I accepted the challenge, started fighting back, mananged to be ontop just to be thrown down again, going back and forth until I was up again.

But this time it was different. I felt strange, looked down at him when he suddenly seemed stressed, scared even, twitching under me while I felt like, sinking down.

I panicked myself, trying to loosen my hands from his wrists, but I couldn't! They felt like stuck on their! My body fixed on him, my lap on his weiste and my eyes widened when I realized that his body started to move, to... shrink, to seep into my weiste, my hands until his head was the last part that vanished, distorted in a soundless scream until he was gone!

I fell onto the bed headfirst, loosing conciousness immediately.

When I woke up I felt like having slept for days. And it really was the following day. Still feeling tired I pushed myself up, slowly remembering the scene before. Was it real? It couldn't!

But as I started into the day, pulling off my sweaty cloth to change I stopped, looking down at my body. Was it... more hairy? It seemed like it was, even darker and stronger, especially on my chest.

I got to the mirror besides the door. And there I really couldn't deny it. I had grown more hair over night. And those on my chest looked awfully familiar.

The next days I couldn't get that off my head, especially as I didn't see my roommate again. I even asked, if he checked off, dispite his stuff still beeing in the room!

But that scene, that... nightmare... as real as those memories were. It couldn't be true!