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What a little good ex-twink, sending you a body pic from his college dorm room within one minute of you asking for it. You knew from his clean-shaven face what was going on. Though he isn’t consciously aware of his sperm-induced development and masculinization over the past week, his subconscious is. He is probably shaving 3 times a day, wearing long sleeves everywhere to cover up his newly hairy arms, and going fully dressed into the bathroom to shower so no one sees his fur covered body. Some of his friends have probably noticed the new dark hair on the back of his hands, but may not have said anything yet. You couldn’t help but wonder, with that explosion of thick fur all over his chest and stomach, what his butt must look like. Time to take it to the next level. “Hmm, still a hairless twink. Let’s try again. 10pm my place.” He liked your message instantly. The next load would make it impossible to hide his development. His beard will come in so quickly and so thick, he won’t be able to keep up with shaving it. His chest hair will no longer stay hidden beneath his shirt collar as it grows up to merge with the hair on his neck. And while the front of him is just about as hairy as it gets, his shoulders and back will be ruthlessly assaulted by your DNA. After tonight, only the top of his face and the palms of his hands and feet would be spared from the the hair growth running rampant all over the rest of his body.

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You finally landed the cute twink who worked at your local coffee shop. It had taken months of flirting. In addition to a bit of an inside job by one of your recent twink conversions, your approach entailed wearing outfits that gradually exposed more and more of your older, muscular, extremely hairy body. At first he had only see your bearded face and maybe the black hair all over the back of your fingers and hands as you would take your coffee from him, purposefully brushing your larger, thick fingers along his. A few months later, and sick of the perpetual blue balls he was causing you, you showed up wearing a very snug, fitted t-shirt and shorts, muscle and fur on full display. The second he saw you he was visibly stunned, unable to focus on anything or speak. You passed him a piece of paper with your number, saying “time to make this happen,” and left without getting a coffee. He texted 20 minutes later. You replied that you weren’t looking for something quick, that you wanted him to spend the entire upcoming 3-day weekend at your place so you could “get to know him better.” It took him a few minutes, but you knew his lust would override any lingering concerns in the back of his mind. He liked your message, and you locked him in. He came to your place at 10am Friday morning as instructed. Given your overly swollen balls and your plans for the next 3 days, you decided that instead of the usual hypnotic manipulation, you should be upfront with this twink. You told him that your sperm would cause substantial changes to his body, a masculinization of untold proportions, and he would leave looking very different than he does now. He smiled, said that it sounded hot, clearly thinking he was going along with some fantasy. He became a little more serious when you had him sign a waiver and took a before picture. The next 3 days were some of the most intense you have had in a while. After breaking in his tight virgin hole, you battered it again and again with raw breedings every hour. By the second day, his little hole had gaped wipe open, matching the exact size of your enormous breeder cock. Of course the changes had started with the very first load, but you resisted taking any pictures until Sunday evening. As he stood in the same position as the before pic, you felt a pang of guilt for what you did to him. He would spend the next days and weeks convincing friends, family, and co-workers that it’s really him, making up some story for why he looks so different, knowing that he can’t tell them what changed him was an older hairy man’s sperm repeatedly shot deep inside of him. You flipped back and forth between the before and after pic, studying the excessive fur now coating his body, the thick mustache and beard, and of course the very advanced male pattern baldness. But you got over the momentary guilt, taking pleasure in knowing that his perfectly reshaped hole would be ready and willing to take your raw load any time you need to breed a hairy bottom pig. 

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After spending two fulls days at your cabin seducing and repeatedly breeding your latest twink, you finally took a short break to let his gaped, cum-leaking hole recover. As expected, the overdose of your transformative sperm caused him to change faster than your usual one night twink conversion. While your balls churned getting the next load ready, you decided to have a little fun and mess with him. “So what do guys like most about you?” He bit his lip in thought, and replied “I guess they love my smooth twink bod!” You smirked. “I bet they did,” the use of the past tense going unnoticed by the ex-twink. “Maybe some day you will become a hairy man like me,” you said as he nuzzled his head in your crotch, your horse cock starting to swell again, streaking pre-cum along his new beard. “Based on how my dad and older brothers look, I’m pretty sure I’ll have this skinny, smooth body forever,” he replied. You ran your fingers through the newly developed, thick, black hair on his chest and stomach. “That feels so good,” he moaned, unaware that what was adding to the sensation was the fur coating his body. He had no idea that the only place left on his body that wasn’t covered in hair was his cheekbones, his forehead, and the palms of his hands and feet. And now that you thought about it, maybe it was time to give him another load, so his beard would extend up to his cheekbones. You couldn’t wait to see him at the gym next week, parading around in skimpy clothes acting like the same slutty twink, while everyone whispers and stares, wondering what happened. 

You could spot a slutty bottom twink from a mile away. As you sat at the restaurant bar waiting for your friend, you looked around the dining room and saw one having dinner with his family. He was already stealing glances at you, biting his lower lip and smiling whenever his parents weren’t looking at him. Just to mess with him, you undid the top two shirt buttons, putting your hairy, muscular chest on display. Next you rolled up your sleeves, showing off your muscled, fur-covered forearms. Without even looking his way, you made your way to the bathroom. Sure enough, 30 seconds later the door opened and there he was. You had to make it quick, not because you cared if his parents found out their son liked getting fucked by anonymous, hairy, older men, but because you wanted to be back at the bar in time to meet your friend. You pulled his pants and underwear down, split his cheeks open, and tongued his smooth little pucker. It wasn’t about making him feel good, you just needed to get him wet enough to accept your oversized, hairy, horse cock. You whispered in his ear, “No condom, I’m going to change you.” He whimpered in acceptance. You lined up your cock head and pushed in. He moaned and squealed as you sinked in deeper and deeper until your thick, black bush was tickling his smooth cheeks and crack. You pulled out nearly the whole way, and slammed it back in to show him who’s boss. Then the pumping began. He ran his hands over your hairy chest, tugging on your nips, as you thrust in and out. After a few minutes, you put a hand over his mouth, pulled him in even tighter with your other arm, and released a torrent of raw sperm inside of him. You pulled out, laughing at his gaped, battered pucker. “If you want it again, take a pic in the bathroom after dinner and text me. If I like what I see, I’ll give you my address.” You were halfway through dinner with your friend when you got the pic. You smiled, enjoying seeing what your sperm had done to him in just one hour. A lot more muscle definition and a thick coating of fur on his chest and stomach. He would probably have some thick stubble on his face and hair on his arms and hands by the time he got home, enough that his parents might start wondering what’s going on. Little did they know that the Daddy sperm their son had taken at the restaurant was turning him from a twink into a hirsute, balding, slutty bottom pig. You texted him your address, your balls already churning and brewing the next load that would further seal his fate.