#man smells

Frank had been eager to spend the weekend relaxing as he drove home from a long day at work on a Friday evening. He spent all his time sitting behind a desk in an office. You think he’d want to get out a little and be active over the two days he had off but nope. His plans consisted of watching TV, eating comfort food and maybe doing a couple chores along the way. That was probably why he’d grown quite the gut over the last few years. Big enough that it’d begun to hang over his belt slightly. Not to mention how much harder it’d become to pull his work slacks over his ass lately. But honestly? He didn’t care. He was happy and comfortable and that was all that mattered to him. And besides, there were tons of guys out there into dudes with big bellies like him.

Little did Frank know however, everything was about to change.

On his drive back, he drove past what looked to be a traveling circus. They were getting set up on the local football field nearby Frank’s house. The signs suggested they were gearing up for a big weekend event. He hadn’t seen one around here in forever so to say it caught his attention was an understatement. He had some great memories of going to the circus when he was younger. The nostalgia hit him hard enough that Frank found himself parking up just outside the gates so he could have a nosey peek at what kinds of attractions they might be setting up outside of the man circus tent. If it looked good, he’d maybe even abandon his plans to be a couch potato and check it out over the weekend.

As he jumped out of his car and walked up to the main entrance, he peered through the gate. He could see all sorts of game stands being prepared and prize counters being set up. Even a couple amusement rides were being put up and carefully tested. It looked pretty damn special. Just as Frank was about to turn away and hop back in his car however, one of the performers came up to the gate to greet him.

“Why hello sir! It would seem you’re interested in our soon to be spectacular show!” The man said with the exact kind of gusto you’d expect from a performer. From the looks of his outfit, he was the circus' Ringmaster too. Big decorated top hat. Eccentric looking suit. Staff in hand. And not to mention a large salt and pepper beard to seemed to radiate importance.

“Y-yeah. I went to a couple things like this as a kid. Great memories. I’ll have to come check you guys out tomorrow. Looks like it'll be great.” Frank said earnestly.

The Ringmaster beamed. “Oh well that’s mighty kind of you to say!” He placed his hands on his hips with pride. “You know what? How’s about I offer you an exclusive early tour around the grounds. Show a few secrets and what not. Whatdaya say?!” He offered generously while already opening up the gate for Frank.

Frank was a little taken aback by the sudden gesture. “O-Oh no you don’t have-” He didn’t even get a chance to finish turning the Ringmaster down before the glitzy man before him was throwing an arm around his shoulder.

“Nonsense!” The Ringmaster guffawed as he practically dragged Frank through the entrance and onto the grounds. “We’ll just take a quick stroll and then you can be on your way, good sir.”

A part of Frank wanted to pull away and refuse. But this man was so damn endearing and charismatic. It felt almost impossible to refuse him somehow. So much so that even while Frank’s mind was still debating, his body was already moving eagerly in time with the Ringmaster’s frantic steps.

Before he knew it Frank was being introduced to many of the staff and performers across the grounds. They all seemed just as welcoming as the Ringmaster despite Frank being a total stranger. He knew they were supposed to put on a show for all but the place wasn’t even open yet. He supposed they might’ve just been practicing for tomorrow. Or maybe they were so used to accommodating the public that it was second nature to them all. And yet there was something more. Perhaps Frank was overthinking it but they were treating him almost like a real friend they wanted to know and get closer to. It was weirding him out a little. They were almost being too nice. But when one of them handed him a free hotdog from the stand they got up and running for the staff, Frank told himself he was just being paranoid. He should just enjoy this rare and lucky opportunity.

Once they toured all of the smaller attractions, the Ringmaster finally started walking Frank towards the huge circus tent in the centre of it all. The tent itself was already up but the inside was still being prepared such as the seating and decor. From there the Ringmaster began to tell Frank all about the acts they’d be performing in here. They had the classics like clowns and acrobatics. They had a magician who knew all kinds of tricks that could wow any crowd. He even introduced Frank to a pair of very well looked after twin dogs who’d been expertly trained to perform some incredible routines. And by now Frank couldn’t help finding himself truly mesmerised by all the talented performers he saw practicing.

“Too bad we couldn’t get a strongman this year.” The Ringmaster hummed, catching Frank’s attention. “We had one up until recently but he ended up retiring.”

“Oh really? Why’s that?” Frank asked curiously. “He didn’t get hurt, did he?”

The Ringmaster shook his head. “No nothing like that my boy. He’d been performing for over twenty years. Still huge and as healthy as a horse mind you. He could still lift just as heavy at forty five years old as he could at twenty five. Maybe even more. But he wanted to retire while he was still at the height of his career. Said his age would catch up with him sooner or later and didn't want to be one of those guys that kept going until they snapped.” He explained clearly and respectfully. “Still though, it was sad to see him go.” He lamented.

“He sounds like a pretty cool guy. It can't be easy finding a replacement for someone like that.” Frank hummed.

The Ringmaster sighed a little. “Yes. His name was Carlos and he was one of the best.” Just then he turned to Frank again before giving him a hearty pat on the back. “But who knows, maybe you could be his replacement. You do seem right at home here if you ask me.” He spouted. The words seemed as though they should’ve been a joke but his tone sounded strangely earnest.

Frank laughed. “What?! Me? No way.” Frank gestured down at himself. Even patting his hefty belly a little as it wobbled underneath his shirt. “Have you seen me? Most of my strength comes from being a fat guy and even that’s not very much.” He joked. “Trust me. I wouldn’t put on much of a show.”

“Gahhh don’t sell yourself short Frankie!” The Ringmaster told him with that endearing nickname he’d already decided on. “I’m sure with a little practice you could become something special. I mean the folk here already love you. For all you know, the circus might’ve been your calling all along. You never know right?”

“I appreciate it but I really don’t think I’ve got the drive or showmanship to do anything near as awesome as some of you guys do.” Frank told him, trying to decline the rather ridiculous offer in the most polite way possible. “I’m pretty happy how things are for me.”

The Ringmaster nodded. “Of course. I understand. I suppose it was a rather outlandish suggestion wasn’t it.” He resigned. However, that eccentric smile and energy swiftly returned in full only seconds later. “Well at the very least would you like to see the strongman’s studio backstage. The crew set it up out of habit.” He asked with a rather persuasive twinkle in his eye

“S-Sure. Why not I guess.” Frank shrugged. Afterall, it couldn’t hurt to have a look.

The next thing he knew he was being guided past another set of curtains and into the backstage of the circus tent. There were still boxes everywhere as things were being moved around and put in their proper places. Equipment being unpacked. Costumes being racked up. All in preparation for tomorrow. And as they passed through, most people stopped to say hello to the Ringmaster and the young portly man that his arm was still wrapped firmly around. Each and every one of them being surprisingly welcoming to Frank. They didn’t even know him and yet they were treating him like a member of their family.

Soon enough they made it to the strongman’s studio. From the outside it was just a few temporary walls and another curtain acting as the door. It was a large space but pretty simple stuff. And when they stepped inside, they found a room full of everything you would expect a strongman to have. Most notably a wide variety of weights. Some of which looked like ordinary gym weights for personal use like an impromptu workout or to get a quick pump before going out on stage. The others were clearly for the performance like the barbells and dumbbells with the kinds of spherical weights you’d expect to see at a circus. Beyond that there was also an assortment of heavy objects of varying size and shape that a strongman would use to show off both his strength and talent. Huge barrels, anvils, and even what looked to be a ship anchor were amongst the many strange things.

“Could the last guy really lift all this?” Frank asked as touched some of the stuff to test if it was fake or not. But it was most certainly real.

The Ringmaster nodded. “Mhm. He was quite the man.”

After that Frank found himself wandering over towards the long full length mirror. Of course it made sense for a strong man to have one. It would’ve been important to keep a close eye on his physique and to remind himself to stay in shape. And next to the mirror stood a rack lined with costumes consisting mostly of one piece body suits and singlets. There were a variety of colours but almost every one had that classic pinstripe pattern that most circus strongmen adorned.

“He liked this one the most.” The Ringmaster said as he pulled a black and white singlet off the rack. “Always said it was the most comfortable and flattering out of the lot. It was difficult trying to convince him to wear anything else. I’m surprised he didn’t take it with him to be honest.” He reminisced before slowly turning to glance at Frank. “You can try it on if you’d like. See how it feels.”

Frank’s eyes widened with a slight blush. “Haha what?! No I couldn’t. I’m not…” He stumbled with his words at yet another sudden and unexpected offer. “I’d look terrible. Plus my fat ass would probably rip it.”

“Nonsense! Just slip it on. I’m sure you’d look spectacular! And perhaps seeing yourself in that outfit will encourage you to change your mind on my earlier offer.”

“I doubt it.” Frank laughed.

“Awww come on superstar! You need to give yourself a little more credit.” The Ringmaster told him. And without warning he tossed the black and white singlet at Frank who caught it with a small flinch. “Look. I’ll step outside for a minute to give you some privacy while you change and I’ll step back in as soon as you’re ready. Okay?” He didn’t even give Frank a chance to respond before turning with a nod and marching to the other side of the curtains, leaving Frank alone.

Frank looked down at the costume in his arms. He almost couldn’t believe what was happening. Barely an hour ago he’d been driving home after a normal day at work and now here he was in the middle of a circus holding a real strongman’s singlet. It was wild to say the least and part of him wanted to just go out there and politely return to singlet. And yet… the longer he held it the more an unfamiliar sense of curiosity began to wash over him. It was subtle there was a certain weight to the costume he couldn’t quite explain. Almost like the clothing itself was somehow larger than life. And so it didn’t take long for that curiosity to get the better of him. Rationalising his choice by asking himself when he might ever get another opportunity as wild as this. Might as well make the most of it. What’s the harm right?

And so Frank placed the costume down for a moment as he got undressed. Neatly removing his casual dress shirt followed by his shoes and socks. After that came his grey slacks which he folded in a pile with the rest. Frank was left standing in just a simple pair of black boxer briefs he’d put on this morning. He still couldn’t believe he was doing this but after taking a moment to gather himself, he picked the singlet up again.

Just as he was about to start putting it on however, Frank couldn’t help noticing a certain smell coming from the fabric. It wasn’t a terrible smell per se but it was rather distinct. He hadn’t quite noticed it before but now he found himself bringing the fabric closer to his face to inspect the scent. What he got was a heady blend of sweat and testosterone mixed with a hint of cologne making for an unmistakably masculine aroma that invaded Frank's senses to the point where he almost repelled. Pure manliness.

“Hey Mr… uhh Ringmaster?” Frank shouted, quickly realised that he hadn’t even asked the man for his name. “Are you sure these costumes have been washed properly?”

“Why yes of course. I can assure you they’re as clean as they’ll ever get.” The Ringmaster’s charismatic voice shouted back from beyond the curtain.

“Doesn’t seem like it…” Frank grumbled back in a hushed voice not loud enough to be heard by anyone but himself. And naturally this should’ve been the turning point for him. This should’ve been when he decided that all of this was far too ridiculous and that he should start thinking of ways to politely exit the grounds so he could head home. And yet…

Frank found himself pressing his nose into the fabric again. He wasn’t quite sure why he’d done it this time. It was as though something about the smell or the singlet itself had encouraged him to do so. Like it was asking him to just give it a chance. To let go and allow himself to slide into the unknown, whatever that was. And so he inhaled deeply. Dragging in the manly smell of sweat through his sensory cavity and allowing it to perforate his mind. Somehow it didn’t smell as bad the second time. Enough so that he found himself going back in for another sniff. Then again. And again. Inhaling that testosterone infused scent over and over again. So much so that Frank began to wonder why he’d even had a problem with it in the first place.

And then it hit him. Crowds of people all around cheering for him. The electric atmosphere that filled his entire being with energy and purpose. The smell of hard work in the air around him as he showed off his strength and power to all who were captivated by his presence. All of it seemed so familiar. And yet those weren’t his memories. They weren’t his feelings. And yet they danced around his mind as if they were. Activated by the scent alone.

Frank finally pulled his nose back a couple seconds later with a dazed look. He had no idea what’d just happened. Was it a vision? A weirdly vivid daydream? He had no idea. But he found himself wrapped up in it, whatever it was. So much so that he couldn’t help but jump a little when he heard the Ringmaster’s voice again.

“You alright in there big guy?” The other man called from outside.

“Umm… yeah. All good. Just gimme a sec.” Frank responded weakly as if his mind wasn’t all there.

Finally he took the steps to start pulling on the singlet, forgetting all about his avoidance of it beforehand. Lifted his left leg up first and slipped it inside the first leg hole before shimmying it all the way to the bottom. Then came the right leg which slid perfectly into the second leg hole. After that all he had to do was start pulling it up. And that he did. The costume climbed up his calves and thighs, wrapping tight around the fat Frank had carried with him for years. After that he had to struggle pulling the back of the singlet over his ass just like he did with most of his pants nowadays. But eventually it slid over that as well. The good thing about it being a muscle fit meant that there was plenty of room as fat as well.

The real challenge came when he reached his stomach. Unlike the lower half of the costume, there wasn’t quite as much space around the midsection. Frank scowled a little sucking his gut in as best he could before trying with all his might to pull the tight fabric up and over. It shouldn’t have worked honestly. And yet by some stroke of luck, Frank gasped as the singlet snapped over most of his belly. It was almost as if it’d grown slightly to accommodate him. Though the more likely answer was that he’d simply stretched the singlet to its limit. And now it hung loosely just below his flabby chest with the only thing left being the shoulder straps. He pushed each of his arms through, allowing the straps to wrap over his upper torso and sit across his traps, keeping the rest of the singlet firmly in place.

Frank looked down at himself. He simply felt… ridiculous. Like a guy who’d bought an ill fitting strongman costume purely for Halloween or some dress up party. Even with it stretching as best it could over his body, it still felt tight and constricting which he’d expected. Though to be honest he was surprised he was able to get it on at all without ripping it. He hoped it would stay that way when he took it off again.

He was just about to call The Ringmaster back in when he caught himself in the reflection of the mirror. The first thing he felt was a twinge of embarrassment for having allowed himself to go through with this. But then… the more he looked the more that feeling started to melt away. Like all that vulnerability and buried insecurity was just oozing right out of his body and evaporating into the air. And with that another hazy feeling seemed to settle over him. His mind dimmed as he stared deeper into his own reflection. The haze was intensified when he allowed himself to focus on the musky scent still emanating from the singlet. Drawing him deeper and deeper into trance. So deep in fact that hardly even noticed the way his stomach began to growl and gurgle.

His eyes narrowed slightly as he watched his reflection begin to change shape slightly. Though it didn't seem at all real to him. Like an illusion. And yet he couldn’t look away as he watched his round belly start to shrink away. He didn’t think to look down at first. He was too mesmerised by the glass in front of him. But he did find himself shifting his weight unconsciously as his centre of balance started to change. Most of the fat around his mid section simmered away into nothingness as his gut became smaller and smaller. His belly jiggled less and less until finally his stomach was practically flat for the first time in over ten years. And with that Frank found himself able to breathe easier as the singlet loosened on his frame.

“W-wha…?” He mumbled slowly. He should’ve been freaking out at having just witnessed the impossible but his brain was much too foggy. He could only just comprehend that something weird was happening to him. But the calming aroma that emanated from the singlet kept him nice and docile as his form continued to morph.

The rest of his body was next. Arms and legs getting leaner by the second. Ass getting smaller. Waist becoming tighter. Even the chub around his face started to vanish, leaving behind features that were much more defined than he’d ever seen in his adult life. All of that fat he’d carried around for so long was just… gone. Like it never existed to begin with. And left behind was a slender man wearing a singlet that was now ill fitting in a completely different kind of way as it draped off his body instead.

“I’m… I’m…” His mouth grew dry as his brain tried to comprehend what was happening. He was even able to look down at himself at last to confirm that what he was seeing in the mirror was in fact reality. But the more he tried to think, the more it felt as though his brain was being invaded by a foreign will. And so when he finally found his ability to speak again, all that came out was: “I’m… too weak. I need to grow. I need to get stronger. I have too.” The words just spilled out as if they weren’t his own. Rather the thoughts of someone else entirely leaking out into the real world.

And that’s when he heard it. A voice in his head that was most certainly not his own.

“A little more moulding and this body will be a perfect replacement.” the voice echoed. “Young and virile. So much energy. So much untapped potential. Sooo delicious.” It continued on with a predatory purr. “Yesss… I think I’m going to like it here.”

Hearing those foreign whispers rattling around inside his head caused what little bit of sense Frank had left the squirm. But it did no good. It was easily subdued by the new will that was fast overtaking his body. It wouldn’t be long now before Frank would become one with whatever was now inside of him. Fighting wouldn’t make a difference. He knew that. He could feel that. And so when the voice told him that this would be so much easier on the both of them if he settled down and let it happen, he could feel that was true as well. So… that’s what Frank did. Allowing his mind to sink back into the growing ocean that was this entity’s will. And suddenly everything felt good.

On the outside, Frank’s body had already begun changing once more. Specifically it’d begun growing again. But this time it wasn’t getting bigger with fat. Instead he was slowly starting to fill out the singlet in the way it was meant to be filled out. By packing on muscle!

He was growing all over but his legs seemed to be bulking up quicker than the rest. His feet had already grown multiple sizes to compensate and now his calves were bulging nicely as his thighs ballooned into god-like pillars of muscle. Growing even bigger than they had been when he was fat and with over ten times the power flowing through them. His quads carving themselves with definition that the former Frank never could’ve imagined with hamstrings surged with mass to match. Only slowing down until they reached nearly unstoppable levels of strength with the size to back it up. And growing alongside them had been his glutes. They’d gotten huge yet again only this time they were rounded with shapely muscle that could go from soft and pliable to hard as steel in less than a second. So hefty that they pressed expertly against the backside of his singlet in a way that would no doubt catch the eyes of many. Looking at his lower half now, you’d probably think he could squat a monster truck and deadlift a bus!

“Mmmphh yeah… that’s the stuff. We’re getting there…” Frank’s voice moaned again but it wasn’t really him speaking anymore.

Once his lower half had finished growing, the morphing of his upper body began speeding up. All that transformative energy diverting upwards to help his arms and torso surge. And surge they did. His flat stomach began to expand again slightly, only this time as a slight muscle gut with thick abs etched into it. And just above them, his pecs were rapidly expanding in a way that caused the straps on his singlet jut outwards along with them. Those straps continue to move even more as Frank’s trapezium muscles either side of his neck thicken alongside his shoulders and back. At last the costume was starting to feel snug again. No longer threatening to slide down while also not suffocating him either. But that wasn’t all as of course his arms engorged to mind boggling proportions in an effort to match legs in their own capacity. Biceps and triceps swelling in rhythm with his forearms as his hands stretched in calloused paws built for lifting anything heavy. By the end of it all he found himself with a massive pair of muscle tits, a wide gorilla-like back and cannons for arms. One look at him and you think he could bend a pipe of steel without even breaking a sweat. And honest?… He probably could.

“Faauuck yess…” He drawled as the insane transformation came to a halt at last. But not without making one last cheeky little change. His facial features had remained more or less untouched aside from one tiny detail. Where he’d once only had stubble, a thick mustache sprouted above his upper lip. An iconic staple of the strongman look.

“Now this is soooo much better. Nice and young again. Healthy too without all that fat in the way.” The man wearing Frank’s improved body commented as he admired himself in the mirror. He gave himself a quick bicep flex before looking down at the enormous hefty pecs sitting on his chest. “Fuckin beautiful.” He said as he gave each pec an experimental jiggle. Watching as the powerful muscle yielded to his touch in a way that made his new cock twitch.

“How’s it going in there Frankie boy? Have you got it on yet or do you need some help?” The Ringmaster shouted again, having heard the grunting going on inside the studio.

“Ohhh I’ve got it on alright old boy.” The hulking strongman replied with a newfound confidence in his voice. “Why don’t you get in here and check me out for yourself.”

It didn't take long for the curtains to swing open and for the Ringmaster’s eyes to light up with pure joy and excitement. No longer did he see the ordinary overweight man he’d met outside the gate but rather a muscle beast big enough to have him fight the urge to salivate. Especially as he stepped closer to the newfound hunk to get a better look at his upgraded physique.

“Wonderful! I knew this one had potential from the moment I saw him. All he needed was you in the driver's seat to bring it all out Silas.” The Ringmaster claimed boldly.

Silas grinned somewhat awkwardly, still getting used to his new facial muscles “I had my doubts when you first led him in here but I should know better by now. You’ve never failed to pick out a perfect new host for me.” He said as he flexed again, testing the new shape and size of these new muscles and how they differed to his previous host. “Good job Theodore.”

Theodore gave that same charismatic smile as he always did. “Of course. I know how reluctant you were to leave the last one.”

“Can you blame me? Carlos was gorgeous both in face and muscle. His body was unbelievably symmetrical and practically built to be huge. I was a little worried the next one wouldn’t quite live up.” Silas glanced back in the mirror, checking out his face side to side before stepping back and posing yet again. “But Frank turned out to be just as gorgeous of a beast. I already can’t get enough” He admitted gleefully while his stiffening cock bucked excitedly against the singlet, a small drop of precum seeping from the tip and creating a small cum spot on one of the white stripes. “And now his soul gets to enjoy being trapped inside my favourite singlet with all the rest of them.” He grinned, a little better this time.

“I don’t doubt he’ll learn to love being wrapped around his former body while you use it like the muscle god you are.” Theodore told him, stepping closer as he slid a hand along Silas’ huge back. “Getting to be so lucky as to worship you each and everyday like you deserve.”

“Mmmm… you know just how to get me going don’t you My Love?” Silas replied as he pulled the Ringmaster even closer into a tight embrace. Wrapping the theatrical man up in his muscular arms. “Suppose I should find a way to thank you.” He added cheekily.

“I suppose you should, my big beautiful mountain of muscle.” Theodore replied. “How about you start by letting me explore every inch of your new body. After all, I need to know exactly what we’re working with for the show tomorrow. Might as well be… thorough.”

“By all means. I’m just as eager to familiarise myself with all this as you are.” Silas hummed as he guided a hand down towards his crotch, pawing at the obscene phallic outline. “And perhaps when we move to the next town, we can scout out a new body for you as well.” He suggested. “I love your current one but I’m worried you’re not going to be able to keep up with me now that I’m young again. I can practically feel the vigor and virility bubbling up inside of me. I don’t want to end up accidentally breaking you if I get a little too… enthusiastic.”

Theodore glanced down at himself. Similar to Silas previous body, Theodore’s current form was beginning to show its age a little as well in the way of wrinkles and rapidly greying hair. It made sense though. This body was in its fifties now. Considering that, he still looked pretty damn good. But still. “You make a valid point. This form is starting to lose its vitality a little as well…” He looked back up at the hunky strongman before him and shrugged. “Well, if you insist. We’ll keep our eyes peeled for someone with the makings of a great Ringmaster.”

Silas nodded. “Glad to hear it. But right now the only thing you need to keep your eyes focused on is me.” And with that he grabbed the back of Theodore’s head and pulled him in for a rough and passionate kiss. The Ringmaster’s salt and pepper beard collided against the Strongman’s mustache and stubble in a way that made both men quiver with delight. Bodies pressing closer and closer together until the only thing that separated them was the fabric of their costumes. As was the everlasting passion of true love. The likes of which can transcend lifetimes.

And as the fabric rubbed together, the souls trapped inside Silas’ singlet could briefly hear the souls trapped inside Theodore’s extravagant suit. All of them moaning in delight as they were kept alive in eternal bliss. Even Frank himself as he mingled with all the others in his new home.

To be continued?…