Model's New Mustache
Constantly annoyed by his androgyny, David stumbles onto a spam ad that leads to his first facial hair and unknowingly condemns his latest overly masc ex to the twinkdom he's leaving behind.
Pretty standard role swap/masc theft! Twinky bottom to hairy top though much of the opposite changes happen off screen. At any rate, hope you enjoy this tale of Twink Theft! -Occam
And so began the same argument that has led to the end of each and every one of Davidâs previous relationships. Sure, he knows heâs beautiful. Angelic many of his one night stands and observers from afar frequently point out. Heâs a model by default and his face card is perfect bait for men to just fall at his feet.
David frequently finds himself with men almost stereotypically masculine, alpha bros and DL hoes are always drawn to his androgyny. But rarely do they ever consider anything but his looks. When the cherubic man can no longer hold back his ire at being considered just a pretty face they fight and then abandon him for some other waifish twink. Leaving him feeling like nothing more than a soft-skinned doll for them to play with and abandon.
Curled up in the passenger seat of his current horndog flingâs car, David looks from underneath his tangle of perfectly coiffed curls as Mattias just stares down the open road. Glancing at the hairy jungles covering the manâs torso and pits, David yearns to feel the scratch of hair against his body. The closest thing he can ever experience to growing it himself.
For half a moment the model believes that perhaps Mattias is reflecting, thinking about their argument. Considering Davidâs point of view at all. When a hand drifts to adjust a bulge clearly visible in his pants itâs clear thereâs only one thing on his mind. And David is certainly not going to let that happen tonight.Â
âYouâre not even listening.â
âShiiiit, I mean câmon babe. Be serious. You couldnât even grow facial hair if you tried. I just dunno why youâre being such a lil bitch about it.â
Bony arms hugging his long legs, draped with pants he purloined from a shoot, David feels a fire burning within him. Heâs not even been allowed to try. His agency would can him on the spot. Staring at the small mustache decorating Mattiasâ upper lip he reaches to feel his own smooth, soft face. Heâs going to try.
âI donât care what you think, Iâm going to stop waxing. Keep complaining, see what else I might decide to try. Asshole.â
Eyes flitting to his passenger, Mattias reaches over to feel Davidâs inner thigh. âSo, uhhh, that means weâre not-â
âFuck off you horny fucking- Spend half an hour thinking about anything but my ass and maybe, maybe I wonât lose your number.â
Clicking his tongue, Mattias throws his head against his headrest and starts rerouting to drop David off at his home. Sure that his dick is anything worth craving he assumes Davidâll come crawling back to him by the end of the week, femme-er than ever. Smirking as he nods farewell to the man, he imagines soft hairless cheeks bouncing on him come Tuesday and quickly redownload Grindr to try and satisfy his still throbbing cock.
Watching yet another mindless jerk abandon him to his insecurities, David is of a different mind. This time itâs going to be different. As soon as the tail lights of Mattiasâ shit box are out of sight, David begins his research.Â
Itâs not long at all before David comes across a targeted ad. Formatted like any other, on the left thereâs a twink that the model swears heâs seen before, on the right is a perpetually bear-faced man. Face overgrown with itchy stubble and capstoned by a burly mustache that makes Davidâs mouth water.
Averse to cumming in his pants from a spam-ad, David does his best to stop imagining the twinkâs journey to become the hairy hunk opposite him. He can just picture the bleach blonde hair giving way to that ruddy brown as his hairline retreats. Stubble growing so quickly itâs not even worth trimming. David bites his lip to stop from imagining his bulky figure out of frame.
Trailing past both the familiar ditzy twinkâs lolling tongue and the alluring garden of chest fur on his alleged new self, David reads the caption. âHow I became a man with ONE simple trickâ
Rather than inviting whatever malware hides behind this jpeg onto his system, David scrawls through his instagram hoping against hope that he does actually know this man. Lo and behold he miraculously finds him, though as of late the twinkâs has been dry.
Refusing to acknowledge the reality that this ad probably just stole an image from this mystery modelâs account, David prepares to cold-DM this man he doesnât really know. Desperate to feel the way he has always craved, desperate to change, he types his message:
âHey Hi! Peyton right? Funny thing :P I just found an ad of u and this like,,, lumberjackey otter? U know anything about this?â
Within the minute the man replies:
âlmaooo ya thas me dude so u wanna fucc or what?â
Shocked at the bizarre response, there are a few false starts before David lands on a message. While he certainly wouldnât be opposed to getting fucked by the man on the right, his eyes are on the prize of being more like him than anything else.
âAhhhh unfortunately I was more just wondering about the trick the ad mentioned. Like,, is that real? Surely thats like a joke huh?â
Across town and annoyed at the boner that wonât be satisfied now that Peyton knows what David wants, the hirsute horndog whines and starts absentmindedly playing with his cock as he prepares to offer David the route to join him. Much like Davidâs string of horny tops, heâs slightly disappointed for the world to lose such a pretty boy, but he would never stand between someone who wants to join him in his most-masculine form.
And he knows itâs not the only change to erupt from Davidâs ascension.
âits easy brother just click the link and type the guys name inâ
âThe guy?â
âthe dude who made u feel like shit lil bro sumone u want to take down a pegâ
Obeying the strange manâs prescription, David takes a deep breath before clicking the ad to find nothing but a small empty text box. Left with nothing to go off besides the manâs words, David pictures the most recent jerk to wrong him.â
Imagining Mattiasâ sneer as David explained the pain he feels when he looks in the mirror, the mustache twitching with his lips is impossible to ignore. He yearns to just rip it off the manâs face and put it on his own. David quickly types his name into the box. And nothing happens.
MATTIAS
Worried heâs fallen for some phishing scam or at the very least made a fool of himself, David quickly hits his keyboard to ask for next steps from Peyton:
âWhat now?â ⌠âHello, you there? I typed his name inâ ⌠âK. Well thanks for nothingâ
After spamming the man who got him this far with a few more dms, unaware that the man has simply muted his notifications to quickly masturbate, David refuses to be awake any longer and falls into his bed. Tomorrow heâll be over it. Itâll be just another day. Heâll go to a shoot, pose, go home, do his regimen, and then go to bed again.Â
 Sinking into his mattress, David stares at his ceiling. Dimly lit by the computer monitor left on he swears he can see Mattiasâ cocky face watching him. After a blink he sees his own, gaunt and smooth, like carved marble.
Seeing his face reflected in the funhouse mirror of his mindâs eye, David doesnât know when sleep overtakes him. When he begins to dream about the man he is going to be, a small smile twitches across his sleepful lips as the slightest itch begins to burn atop them.
The changes he finds in the morning are already too drastic to outright explain, if he could notice anything new besides the slight but unmistakable new mustache, that is. Fingertips instantly poking against the adamant new prickles decorating his face, David rushes to the bathroom to find his new reflection.
Quickly tearing out his phone to get permanent proof of his first facial hair beyond peach fuzz, David is ignorant to how his messy ringlets retracted into the spiky new fade that crowns his slightly retracted hairline.
So focused on the new lip candy as to miss this most prominent of changes, the many more minute alterations absolutely breeze past the excitable new man. Staring at the stubble promising future growth on his chin, he doesnât notice the rougher hands holding up his phone or the ruddier complexion covering his face.Â
Underneath the shirt he fell asleep in the first steps of body hair begin to slowly prickle out. Struggling in a biome designed to prevent regrowth, Davidâs lasered chest and perma-waxed pits tingle as the first brave new curls begin the first steps towards a total rout of his smooth twinkish form.
Unable to do anything but grin as he delights in the first glimpse of a life and body he never truly saw for himself, David rushes to thank Peyton for putting him onto that strange site. He canât believe all it took was some manifestation! Funny how a stupid little text-box prompt could be so helpful!
Blissfully unaware of the ocean of changes brewing beneath his skin, David is waylaid by a handful of notifications. Grin turning to a smirk as he imagines itâs his manager on his ass for being late to a shoot; little does he know heâs got a far bigger surprise in store. Scratching at the barely noticeable itch in his pits, his fingers free the musk that had been baking all night under his heavy shirt.
Half-preparing to send the selfie he took to the man who fought for him to stay femme more than anyone else, David instead finds the handful of texts are from his personal trainer. Of course heâs had one since he was brought on by his agency, but reading the handful of missed messages, David is thrown for a loop.
As far as he could remember their routines have always been on keeping him lithe. Maintaining his stick thin figure. Ensuring his cortisol stays low at any cost. To see message after message tearing into David for not taking strength training and bulking up seriously completely derails his train of thought.Â
Something deep within his chest turns at the idea and without even changing into something more appropriate for the gym, David tears out the door and sprints to his trainerâs side. With every step further from his austere apartment, his body continues to adapt to its new status quo.
Calves designed to be draped with baggy pants burst with muscle as each rushing pace springs with more strength. Working from increasingly strained shoes upward, his calves begin to blanket with a soft garden of hair. Burgeoning curls tug at the air soaring by as they yearn to connect with the thickening patch of pubes surrounding a permanent-semi that David is struggling with as he continues his heady jog.
Before he even arrives at the gym he has already become an altogether different man. The step-above-peachfuzz mustache that languished on his face when he woke up has continued to thicken and now hangs entirely over his upper lip. Across his whole body his bony figure has continued to fill out from the exertion of his sprint to the gym.Â
Biceps bulge onto his thin arms as they cut through the morning air on his run. Sleeves of a shirt not designed to be within a city-block of a gym are quickly strained as dark stains under his burgeoning shoulders show the beginnings of his tangled pits seeding proof of their existence. Smelling the unpleasant odor of his morning breath joining the aura of body odor steaming in his wake, David feels his underwear strain as his hips readjust and grow mid stride. Panting like a dog he moans from soreness burning as new muscle strands thicken and bulge onto his powerful limbs.Â
Filled with gratitude greater than he can understand to the man who ushered him into this ecstatic change, he once more goes to message Peyton only to find a plethora of new messages from none other than Mattias.Â
âWhat did you fucking do to me you bitch.â
Absolutely no idea what thatâs about, David stares dumbfounded at the screen before his attention span in high-demand is summoned by his trainer as he bumbles into the gym, late. âYou ready to go or what princess?â Butterflies in his stomach quiver at the words, heâs not a princess anymore. And heâs going to prove it to Mattias, his trainer, and anyone else who gets in his way.
His chest burns with a need to grow as he makes his way over to a bench. The act of laying down alone causes his thin chest to bulge larger. The buttons that always hung loosely on his sternum fly off into the gym as pecs fill his sweat-stained shirt to its breaking point before sending lancing tears further down his chest.
Through each new open seam and widening hole, the hidden hair prickling across Davidâs torso makes itself known. Having expanded well beyond a paltry patch connecting a handful of curls swirling around his formerly petite nipples, the swath of tangled jungle covering his bulging pecs races to make itself seen. His growing chest aids in this as the single button still feigning modesty on his shirt bursts free to reveal the curls climbing towards his neck.
Feeling the pump of growth, his heart racing, David grunts and groans as torso firms and expands to compete with his strengthening limbs and eye-catching chest. Quickly filling the shirt like rising dough in a tin, David barely holds back a horny scream as he feels the fabric tear to shreds off his body.Â
Standing nearby for obvious reason, Davidâs trainer simply stares blankly as his once doelike ward has grown into a stag. Watching as his face prickles with thicker stubble surrounding his gritted teeth, staring as arms that he swears were to be deliberately untouched thicken and trail with veins, the trainer has a burning urge to keep him here in the gym as long as possible.
To this end he reaches up to usher David to the next machine, opting to reach for the small of the manâs back for lusty greed alone, he bites his lip as he feels the beginnings of his traineeâs ass hair creeping up towards his shoulders. Unlike the still perma-poised David, the trainer doesnât quite quiet a whimper from feeling up his sweaty back. âMhhmm~â
Shocked to hear as much from someone David wouldâve sworn was straight, David turns in surprise to stare at his visibly horny trainer. Blush paints the broish manâs cheeks and the twitching package he canât hide makes it clear heâs certainly not red in the face from his own scant workout.
Stepping away David watches as his needy hands fall away. Gulping with need, thereâs surely a part of the hitherto professional trainer that knows there is something strange alluring him to David, but when he sees the growing manâs bicep twitch even larger his train of thought has no recourse but to pull out all the stops to keep him close.
David knows heâs hot stuff, and this wouldnât be the first time heâs gotten googoo eyes from a âstraight man,â but somethingâs off. Scratching his head he feels how his hair texture has shifted. As clear as he feels itchy tufts of thick hair in his pits rubbing the sides of his chest as he moves his arm, his thicker fingers feel hair that is both thicker and thinner than it should be.
Texture more akin to fur than the downy curls he once had, in real time he feels whatâs left of his modelâs do retract into a tight and rough buzz. Memories of a hair routine before bed every night dissolve to be replaced by David just rolling into a barber and getting the most basic cut they have to offer.
Glancing towards his trainer he feels something profound shift within his chest. Heâs used to attention sure, but having a truly masc man stare at him with needy jealousy has awoken something within him. His own cock twitches and he reaches down to adjust it. When the trainerâs needy eyes follow Davidâs hand his newfound cockiness only grows.
He can almost feel the thick hair coating his chest thicken as his adorerâs mouth falls open in need. He does feel the cock that heâs only recently begun to fondle grows even more, only a semi thus far if David didnât know any better heâd swear it was already larger than the most turgid erection heâs ever had.Â
Having humored the man enough, Dave feels a profound urge to play with his food for just a second longer before dipping. Glancing at the muscular figure heâs always admired he doesnât feel nearly the same heat that the trainer evidently has for him. Feeling his phone still blowing up in his back pocket heâs reminded heâs got a bitch- er, heâs still got Mattias to deal with.
To point he challenges his trainer.Â
âWhatâs the problem with you?â
Sheepishly the trainer averts his eyes from the center of Daveâs chest where the hair is so thick that one truly can only guess that thereâs skin beneath. Halfheartedly pointing to the next machine he viscerally feels any authority he once had over Dave slip away.
âJust let me go.â
Knowing deep within himself that this is profoundly wrong, that the twink he was hired to keep fit and keep femme has grown into a man like heâs never seen, when Dave pushes past him towards the exit of the gym the only thing he can do is giggle from feeling his sweaty skin against his own. Dave doesnât even look back as he stomps out of the gym, hairy feet exposed as the tennis shoes he had on finally give way to the massive stompers this top heavy body requires.
Left behind, the trainer feels lightheaded as the source of his confusion leaves him be. Slightly worried heâs going to get chewed out for something out of his control, by the time Dave pulls out his phone and begins walking towards Mattiasâ he doesnât even remember having Dave as a client. Itâs not like his employers had any interest in fashion for men who think deodorant is optional.
Finally free from the gym, Dave allows the asshole blowing up his phone some attention. Every message is whinier than the one that came before. Scrolling up to the first, Dave finds it the usual aggressive diatribe heâd expect from a man he chose explicitly for being a macho loser but with every step closer to the present his messages tinge with emotion.
âI no u did this u little bitch when i see u its over
âLook idk what I did but u need to stop it. Please I cant show up to my boys lookin like thisâ
âFine, shit! Maybe I deserved it but you gotta stop. I donât want to be some hairless twink.â
âPleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseplease.â
Every message only makes the hunger within Dave grow. Reading Mattias beg and whine and cry only makes him feel more. Bigger, hairier, hornier. Each heavy step towards this manâs house hits harder as his thighs bulk up to support his widening chest and the thickening cock between them.Â
The mustache on his face thickens and hangs lower to cover the entirety of his upper lip. The dense thicket on his pecs decides itâs not enough as thick curls launch towards his shoulders and musty pits. His midsection continues to thicken as the thin arrow of a treasure trail that once pointed to his tangled pubes widens to engulf the whole of his heavy new muscle gut.Â
Gym shorts he didnât remember changing into are taut on his ass as it sends a couple tears straight down his ass crack, partly exposing his jockstrap and the dense tangles it struggles to corral to the open air. Dave canât help but continue to read Mattiasâ appeals as he grows. Thick vein bulging down his biceps as a coat of curls races down his muscular shoulders to meet the prodigious jungle on his forearms.
Grunting as he feels his cock strain the front of his shorts he wonders if heâs going to make it to Mattiasâ without being criminally indecent. Seeing his thick cockhead near the lip of his shorts he finds Mattiasâ most recent messages have switched their tune.
âIâll fucking do anything babe please, anything but my cock.â
âI wish I had a cock like yoursâŚ
âGod youâre so hot, I just wish I could be more like youâŚâ
Doubletaking at the idea of this once vainer than life machismo obsessed douche yearning to be like him, less than a moment later Dave smirks and remembers his reality. Of course Mattias wants to be like him, who wouldnât. The twinkâs wrapped around his meaty finger just like anyone lucky enough to get to ride on his cock would be. Scratching his hairy gut he decides he wants to see his prize.Â
Deigning to reply at last, Dave just sends two words. âFacetime meâ
Within a second Daveâs phone is ringing for Mattias. Seeing his old profile picture Dave canât recognize the middling man before him. Nothing like the twink he knows and loves to fuck, still he lets the mystery manâs face stay on his phone for a moment longer to leave Mattias waiting. Offering the perfect juxtaposition between Mattiasâ new and old self.
âHey daddyyyy~ Are you coming over or what?â
Even the most powerful supernatural effect couldnât stop Dave from being stunned in his tracks, shocked at the twink, jittery with need, now performatively shimmying on the facetime call. Staring at the pathetic remains of the mustache and goatee Mattias once prided himself over, Dave feels his cock twitch and drip with pre as it finally escapes his shorts.
Accidentally grabbing a few curls on his thigh as he yanks his shorts back down to poorly hide his throbbing rod, Dave grunts in pain which causes Mattias to gasp as his thicker lips purse into a pout. âAre you okay baby?â
His airy whine drives Dave into one final wave of changes as he grunts out a âBe right over. Youâd better be ready.â Shorts almost shearing off his meaty thighs as he begins sprinting towards his layâs home, Dave pants like an animal in heat as he feels everything about him grow more extreme. No inch of skin is spared as his coat spreads to cover every inch of his sweaty skin.Â
Swinging between his legs, Dave makes no attempt to hide his thick cock during his flight. Prioritizing speed above everything, his hairy feet do their best and miraculously the accidental nudist arrives at Mattiasâ house with nothing but his hairy ass having been seen.
Stumbling into the front door, always left unlocked for him, Dave follows his nose to the floral scented bedroom and finds Mattias just where he wants him. Even thinner and smoother than he was on their call moments ago, Dave smirks at the pouf of manicured curls on his head and the pitiful few strands of hair clinging to his pits, the dregs of his masculinity.
Pouncing on the bed to straddle Mattias, he sees a sparkle in the twinkâs eyes as his massive cock bounces hard in the air. Shocked at just how large it is compared to Mattias thin waist he rests upon the small man and rubs his smooth skin with hands rough from the gym and a life lived with altogether no attention to skincare.
Feeling his cock buck of its own accord as it spews viscous pre onto Mattiasâ hairless chest, Dave experiences for the first time just how powerful it feels to be The Man in bed, in a relationship, in life. Give him a few seconds and he might just cum from the very feeling.
Doing his best to restrain quick-cumming he leans down to whisper in Mattiasâ ear, he feels his mustache scratch the twinkâs regimented cheek. âGet on your stomach and letâs get this started.â Blushing like heâd never have done before, what is Mattias to do but obey the sexiest man heâs ever been with.


















