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Mikey stared contemplatively out of the bus window. He had moved to California to pursue his dream of acting, but what he found was not all he had dreamed of while back in his hometown.

It felt like this was his hundredth audition. He kept telling himself that all he needed was his foot in the door, but that was much easier to say than to do. His eyes glanced down to his phone, its cracked screen displaying the listing for the audition he would be due at in 15 minutes

Role: Hendrik-Weightlifter

We are looking for a young, physically able man to play the role of a weightlifter in our up and coming film. Must be comfortable in costume and work well with others, as this is a large period piece. Send an email to ***@********.com to apply

Mikey slouched back into his previous position giving a short sigh that fogged up the bus window.

He would never get the role.

It wasn't that he was weak or anything, but could he really sell himself to be a weightlifter? Still, he had to try. This could be his breakthrough to greater things. Soon Mikey was so lost in his thoughts he almost missed the stop.

The air conditioned waiting room was a soothing relief from the LA summer sun. Strange, Mikey thought. he was the only one there, save a middle aged woman sitting behind a desk, eyes focused on her computer. As Mikey made his way over to her, her eyes flashed towards him and she put on a polite smile.

'Am i in the right place for auditions fo.."

“Yes hun” she replied, cutting him off. Her voice was hard to place, maybe southern? Mikey didn't have an ear for accents

“You're Michael Harknet yes?”

“yeah thats me” He replied, smiling awkwardly

“Good, good,” the woman typed something into her computer.

“Now hun, just go sit down over there." she pointed to a row of chairs at the side of the room, next to a water cooler "aaaand, take this.” She opened a draw and picked out a small see-through packet of brown powder.

“The director told me to give this to you, its a protein powder thought you should try before your audition begins”

Mike paused. He had never had anything he needed to drink for audition before. Yet, he thought, by the looks of it the had already a pretty good chance of getting the role, and putting that into jeopardy could mean returning home empty handed. He decided against declining

He thanked the woman and took the baggie. It was small enough to fit inside his palm, clearly only having enough powder for one glass. He got some water from the cooler and poured the powder in watching as it quickly dissolved into the liquid, turning it a muddy brown colour. Mikey looked down now, suddenly wary of the substance. You need this role, a voice whispered in his brain. Its all you ever wanted.

Mikey took a deep breath and chugged the whole glass, leaving a dark smudge on his upper lip.

The grainy taste of protein powder chocolate lingered in his mouth, making Mikey feel a bit queasy, and his upper lip was beginning to get itchy. It was all his nerves, He need to calm down. He stood up from his seat and strode over to the desk. The receptionist already knew what he was going to ask

“Restroom's Just over there, down the hall to your left, hun” she gave another smile

He thanked her and made his way over.

I just need a splash of water to wake me up, he told himself. this is all just nerves. However, when he saw himself in the mirror, that was all forgotten

Since when did he have a mustache, especially a big bristly one like that? Hadn't he just shaved this morning? He reached up to it, feeling to see if the scratchy thick hairs were really there. With a sharp tug, he pulled one out, sharp pain piercing across his face. Yep, he was definitely not dreaming.

Weird to say, Mikey thought he looked good with it. He grinned at himself, admiring his mature look, all the while more hair was gradually growing out of his chin, forming a scratchy 5 o'clock shadow.

As he admired his mature face, the rest of his body was changing. His thighs and calves grew thicker powerful muscle breaking through his pants. His feet were also rapidly growing, widening so much they too his clothes, leaving the casual sport shoes he had worn in tatters His pants entirely fell apart when Mikey's unremarkable ass filled outwards, turning it into a bouncy, hairy muscle butt that broke through the stretchy fabric of his underpants.

Finally hearing the ripping of his undies, Mikey looked away from his face to notice what was happening to his body. He could feel the mounting pressure as his chest expanded outwards, squishy pecs sending the buttons of his dress shirt flying. The Adonis in the mirrors smirked playfully flexing his fat muscle tits. Mikey grinned as he felt his arms fill out, biceps becoming two huge chunks of muscle.

The sight of his body metamorphosing into a cocky muscled hunk was turning Mikey on. His average cock began to stiffen, growing only harder as hands explored the new crevasses and bulges across Mikey's new body. They drifted down from his biceps, feeling the smooth softness and squish of his pecs before a curious flex made them into granite boulders. They traced through his new abs, before moving down to cup his bouncy, perfect bubble butt. A finger involuntarily crept into his tight pink hole, sending a torrent of pressure across his body.

Soon he was sitting in the corner, all other thoughts inconsequential but the feeling of his hands exploring his new body, of his hands massaging his prostate and grapefruit sized balls, of his hands running along his firm, warm, dripping wet cock. Muscle memory took over and he was soon stroking it. With each tug and push it grew longer and longer. Mikey soon had both of his hands working up and down his fat pink python of a cock. With each pump, an itchiness spread across his bod, as hair growing wildly across him. His facial structure rearranged, jaw sharpening as the octave of his moans became a deeper and deeper. These moans soon reached a crescendo, the feeling of release leaving him overwhealmed as his monster cock sprayed hot, runny seed across his chest, onto his face and even upon the wall behind him. Mikey grinned cockily, admiring his work before standing up to begin cleaning himself up. Looking back in the mirror, he saw it now: he was perfect for the role.

Musk wafted from his exposed armpits. This was the smell of a real man, he thought. This was the smell that Hendrik would give off after a long day of training, and it was time to get into character. Memories of acting flooded into his brain, of starting in porn before finally making it into the big leagues in his Thirties. His accent changed as well, becoming nothing but true blue American. The new Mike pushed open the bathroom door, confidently striding in nothing by a tight pair of spandex undies. Hendrik never covered himself, he had been told, choosing to display his perfect body to the world. He walked back up to reception, seeing a tall man in a suit that could now recognize as the director standing next to the desk. The director looked Mikey down and up, admiring his work.

As always, thank you for your continued support & encouragement! Hope you guys enjoy this quick little (not so little) treat.

Tucker and his father had never seen eye to eye growing up. It came as a shock to many that the two were related, let alone that Tucker even grew up in the deep south. Tucker had always stuck out like a sore thumb compared to his peers; always well spoken and accepting, and perhaps most disappointing of all to his father, an openly gay democrat.

His father had never been cruel to him, nothing beyond years of silence and disappointed glances, but it was a relief to both of them when Tucker turned eighteen and finally made a break for the city. He flourished there, excelling at his studies and finding a healthy relationship with another young man, attending rallies together and engaging in thoughtful conversations.

But he regretted the distance between himself and his father, and though they would never agree with each other, there was a part of him that wished they could at least find a bridge between them. Something better than the years of zero contact, the missed birthday parties and bonding moments, the way that one of them could disappear and the other wouldn’t bat an eye.

When Tucker made his wish, whispering softly below his breath, it had been harmless. “I wish my father and I were friends.” Someone he could call after a long day, someone he could joke with, someone that would want to come to his wedding when that day would come. It was okay that they were different, he just wished they didn’t have to be so distant.

Unfortunately, his father was making a wish of his own at the same time.

Clyde scrolled through his son’s social media page, clumsily tapping through the photos with his big sausage fingers. He couldn’t help but to sneer at all the pictures of rainbow flags and boys kissing each other, but he was sad, too. He hated how everything had played out, that he and his son were never able to find common ground, but more than anything he was sad he couldn’t show his son the error of his ways. He should have been more like his old man!

“I wish that boyfriend of his would just disappear,” he grumbled to himself while staring at one of the pictures. He needed someone to blame, so he directed his anger towards the fairy that had stolen his boy away. It should have been harmless, too, but both of the wishes together were something I couldn’t ignore.

With a flash of blue light, Clyde was staring at a deactivated social media account, wondering what he had been doing in the first place. He scratched his beard in confusion, before putting the phone away and reaching for his beer. He squeezed out a long fart as he thought about calling up an old friend.

Tucker, on the other hand, was in the middle of hooking up with his boyfriend, Ron. The young man had always been great at helping Tucker clear his thoughts, kissing away his anxieties and regrets, but tonight something felt strange. There was a powerful energy moving through Tucker, collecting inside of his gut and making him wince in pain. “One sec, babe.”

Ron only chuckled, gently placing his hand on Tucker’s growling stomach. “You getting sick, sweetie?” But Tucker had already started to sweat, feeling the energy inside of him continue to swell, until Ron tried to pull his hand away to feel his boyfriend’s forehead. He couldn’t, he was stuck. “Babe?” He stared at his fingers, flexing them and watching as they sunk beneath Tucker’s skin.

Tucker’s eyes became cloudy, unable to hear his boyfriend the guy calling for his help. Ron used his other hand trying to remove the first, only to watch both of them sink into the expanding stomach. He was confused, and terrified, staring up at his boyfriend’s face only to watch it change. With each inch he sunk into Tucker’s belly, the latter seemed to transform.

His face became fatter, and hairier, sagging with age. His curly locks thinned, his skin became rough and hardened as if he had worked outside for years, his body became covered in a thick coat of dark hair. His moans became deeper and harsher, and he began to stink of sweat and tobacco. Cheap tattoos moved down his arms, a dull light in his eyes, until Ron could only think that Tucker looked like someone his estranged father would have been friends with.

It was with that horrible thought that Ron was completely sucked up by the changing Tucker, further expanding his gut and causing the new man to grunt in pleasure. The workout shirt he had been wearing before his transformation was hardly enough to contain the width of his new belly, but even it began to change.

He could only smirk dumbly as his sweats turned into worn jeans and the stretched shirt faded away into a pair of camouflage suspenders that framed his huge, hairy beer gut. He scratched at his beard, feeling an orange cap secure itself atop his head, before taking his belly in his hands and laughing like a child as he made it jiggle and shake. He sure was proud of his size.

The new and improved Tucker was hardly bothered as his surroundings began to change, the former studio apartment giving way to the cluttered insides of a trailer that had been lived in and abused for many years. Sure, he drove off his ex wife with his filthiness and stink, but not before getting two sons out of her. Just as big and hairy and dirty as their old man. He leaned back in his chair and winced, blasting out a large fart that seemed to soak into everything in the room.

“Fuck, man, I sure ate a lot,” he laughed as he rubbed his gut, before scratching at the leftover pieces of a burrito still stuck in his beard. He loved his life as a real redneck man, with good values and great friends. He was a proud rebel.

And with that thought, he picked up his beer from the table beside him and his phone, dialing the number of one of his oldest friends, Clyde. The poor bastard wasn’t lucky enough to have any sons like Tucker had, but other than that, the two were almost identical. Best buds all the way.

Caleb checked his new profile. Him and Ethan had been growing further and further apart in the past year. a threesome spice things up, he promised himself, looking over the newly created profile.

After a minute of looking through local gays, the unmistakable drroup of a new message rang out, a banner falling down reading“DaddyBear69 has messaged you”

“Facepick?”

Some things never changed. Caleb scrolled through his gallery, crawling through an eternity of pets, friends and food before finally getting a nice picture of them as a couple.

Caleb similed, memories of what Ethan and he had done in those woods filling his mind. It seemed that these days the only thing Ethan did was work, always coming back late and too tired to do anything but sleep and watch TV.

“You guys are hot ;)”

“Babe?” Ethan walked into the room, sweaty from his morning run. “Any luck?”

Caleb turned the phone to his husband, showing the beefy bear to him.

“Woof” he chuckled.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”Caleb smirked ”When did you wanna get him over?”

“Dunno, round 10? I always like it better in the morning”

“Sure, I’m free all Saturday”

He informed their new partner that they were interested, giving him the details.

“Great ;) see you guys then”

That was surprisingly simple, Caleb thought. Now all he had to do was wait

Saturday morning, the couple were woken by a powerful nock at their door. Caleb looked over to the alarm clock and groaned, it was already 10:15..

Shit

Ethan, always the morning person, shot out of bed and strode towards the door buck naked.

“What are you doing?”Caleb hissed

“He’ll see us like this anyway, no point in false modesty” his partner shrugged

Before Caleb could reply, Ethan had already left. He could hear footsteps going up to the door, and the subsequent squeak of its hinges. Ethan's voice was muffled by the walls, accompanied by another, much deeper voice that Caleb assumed belonged to their visitor. Cursing, he pulled himself out of bed and hastily shoved on some underwear, a pair that he only realized were inside out when he reached their guest.

He was much bigger in person than he had been from the picture he had sent, towering over both of them at what must be 6’5 in height. A tight, strained gym shirt and shorts hugged his meaty body, exposing the curly black forest of hairs across his forearms and shins. It seemed as though all the hair that on his head had instead dispersed across his massive body.

The stranger smirked at him as he playfully slapped his husband's bare ass, leaving a faint red mark.

“Should we get started?”

Blushing, Ethan showed the bull of a man to their room. He seemed to follow Ethan’s example, leaving a train of sweaty clothes across the hallway. Caleb frowned at this, but Ethan hardly noticed.

Standing fully nude before them, he was the epitome of raw masculinity, all mature sweat, muscle, hair, and shit-eating grins. Ethan usually topped, but it was plain from where Caleb had sat that he would be bottoming today. Ethan plopped down onto the bed, his cock taught and red as his legs were pulled apart in front of him. Calloused hands explored his legs, feeling across his tight claves and up to two chunky pale thighs, while Ethan's fingers glided through a sea of curly black chest hair.

Caleb couldn't help but notice that The stranger’s cock was unnaturally large, 12 inches and as thick as a coffee mug, yet it seemed like it was still growing. Ethan moaned as his feet were grabbed up to the stranger's mouth where his fat pink tongue began to explore their thick rough skin.

Are you going to join in? Caleb heard his husband say, half a moan, half a question.

No, no I'm fi…. Shit!

Caleb's eye’s had left his husband's feet and noticed the size that the stranger’s member had grown to. It was inhuman, a fat heavy cock that was now almost as big as the thighs is swung next to. The stranger must have noticed the stare as the man left Ethans’s toes and give a wicked smile to Caleb, right before he pushed Ethan's slick, wet feet back together and slowly pressed them into the fat red mushroom head of his oversized cock.

Caleb found he could not move, only able to watch as his husband was slowly swallowed by the stranger’s python. It seemed to move up his body, immobilizing Ethan as he moaned in ecstasy, feeling as his body became enveloped with the warm, musty glory of this masculine cock.

Soon it was up to his torso

“I-- i can't feel my legs”

‘They're long gone boy, melted into my thick, hot spunk”

“I-- I don-”

“Is that what you want? Do you want to be daddy’s streaming, salty musky baby batter?”

“I---”

“you want to be daddy’s cum” his voice commanded

“Yes daddy”

“Good”

The process sped up. Within a minute, all that was left of Ethan was a head poking out of a massive cock, liquidating as walls of the shaft transformed Caleb's husband into nothing but clear, slick pre-cum.

The Stranger ran his hands over his massive leaking cock, grunting in satisfaction. When he was satisfied that it was done, he glanced over to the immobile Caleb.

“Did you like that boy?” his eyes were Caleb's underwear, noticing the wet patch that had formed in his tenting underwear

Meekly, the smaller man nodded, his eyes never leaving the cock that contained what used to be his husband

“Did you want to join him?”

“Huh?’

“Join him”

“I don-”

“Join him” his voice was steel

“Join him” Caleb repeated

“Good.”

Before he knew it, Caleb was kneeling on the floor, that massive, musky cock dripping proudly before him. The shaft had shrunk after Ethan had been consumed, but attached to it were hairy balls as huge as udders. He placed his hand gently onto them, feeling the warmth of the wrinkled, hairy skin.

“Don't give me blueballs, kid. Get into it”

The mushroom head of his cock was angry red underneath his foreskin. Caleb took it into his mouth, the salty earthy taste of it overwhelming his senses. a rough hand grabbed his hair and pushed him down, sending the massive cock down into his throat, then rhythmically pulling him back. The wild forest of pubes tickled Caleb’s face, but nothing mattered but the rhythmic movement of being facefucked.

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The stink of sweat and musk cloying to the man made Caleb dizzy, barely noticing his arms and legs retreated into his body. His organs were rearranging, stretching out to become a simple, straight passage down from mouth to his as. An ass which was in its own way transforming, widening as it came to resemble a cockslit. With one last push down onto his balls, Caleb's mouth fused to the stranger's crotch. He felt the cock inside in his mouth dissolve, a wave of cum entering what had been his mouth, and beginning to flow through him. His face smoothed out into the soft skin of cockflesh. Veins spring up across his body as the stranger’s blood pumped through his body, turning his soft, spongy flesh hard to the touch. He felt warm rough hands massaging his sensitive body, creating a combination of pressure and pleasure that turned his brain into cockflesh. His ass ballooned out, a layer of protective skin covering it to form the shape of a mushroom head.

He could no longer think or speak, so Caleb’s entire world became feel. He craved the sense of touch, the feel of hands tugging him and massaging him. He wanted to be squeezed into a tight wet hole as his owner plunged him again and again into some bottom, to be warm and wet as a talented tongue expertly moved across his hard bulging body. When it came, the orgasm of the man he now only knew as ‘master’ was the only thing that seemed to matter in the world, ‘Caleb’ not even realizing it was his life partner’s essence flowed through his body in blissful pulses, soaking the bed they had slept in just that very night

Josh had just finished university. He had never really studied hard, preferring partying and working-out to studying, but with a degree in business, he reckoned that he would have no trouble getting a job, not that he was in a hurry to get one. Josh first and foremost wanted adventure, but with lockdown preventing overseas travel he was confined to his home town, with only local hiking trails to satisfy him. Though these were not his first choice, Josh decided to do one anyway out of sheer boredom. 

Lacking the hiking boots he needed, yet unable to afford new ones, Josh turned to a  finding a pair secondhand. After looking through two hospice shops, Josh gave up and began driving home, but on the way back he was surprised with a store that he could swear he had never seen before, despite living in the town near his whole life. Curious, Josh decided it wouldn’t hurt to try look one more time before quitting his search. The shop was shabbier than the ones he had previously gone to, smelling like a mix of old cloth and some artificial lemon air-freshener, he found here what he had been looking for: a pair of hiking boots. They were in pretty good shape to, for second hand and looked just the right size for his feet. as he was just about to pick them up, an employee came up to him

“We’ve got a clearance special on those ones”

“Oh?” “ Josh asked “How much?”

“Free.” They replied

Josh’s brow furrowed “What?”

“Honestly, We need to make room for more items. Were overflowing out back. any item in this section is free, as long as you buy two or more”

Josh was taken back, how weird was this, “giving out free stuff, ridiculous! even if it is second hand”, he thought, though he was never one to question a good thing. Looking around he saw nothing but assorted junk, “I’ll get this hat as well then” he said, picking it up for the sole reason that it was what was closest to him, but when he looked back up to the employee, they were gone. 

Suddenly, Jake was not in control of himself. He felt his arms involuntarily reaching up to his head and placing the hat onto it. As soon as it was there, Jake felt a wave nausea across his whole body. He tried looked around at the store, taken aback by this sudden weirdness, but could not see anyone, and as quickly as it had come, the nausea faded and his movement returned. Immediately he tried to remove the hat, but try as he might it did not budge one bit. More annoyed than anything, he decided to go find that employee and to what was happening, was this some prank? That idea angered him. He walked towards the back room of the shop, though unbeknownst to him, with each step his body was expanding a little bit more. A layer of fat began to soften his well-maintained abs, his thighs widened as his ass plumped up. By the time he had made his way across the room, he was nearly unrecognizable from who he had been moments before, though Josh only noticed his new heft when his expanding ball gut broke open the front of his favorite shirt 

“What the fu—” another wave of nausea hit him, twice as intense as the last. suddenly Josh felt an itching all across his face. By the time the waves were over, his only thought was to see himself in a mirror. he ran to the changing rooms of the store, his unfamiliar weight making his every movement feel awkward and alien. when he touch his face, and felt the unfamiliar yet unmistakable scratch of stubble across his jaw. 

“Oh god” he muttered, Jake hated beards, thinking of them as untidy and ugly. By the time he saw himself in the changing room mirror, his worst fears were realized. Across his swollen face small wiry black hairs were emerging, growing at a rate that should be impossible, but there it was, happening, right in front of him to his very face. By the time the growth slowed, Jake felt like he was about to cry. Before he could though, another wave pulsated over him, though instead of nausea this time it was deep pleasure. Jake’s member was at once standing, tall and girthy as a ship’s mast, its head pressing into the ball-gut above it. All of Jakes fear melted away, replaced by only one thing. He reached down, feeling his sensitive member, watching the stranger in the mirror copy his actions. Each touch, every tug sent pleasure rolling across his new body. Josh was so entrapped in his pleasure that he didn’t notice the features of his face begin to morph, his nose shrinked and his cheekbones widened, his face began to show signs of age, maturing Josh from his early twenties to his late 40′s. His eyesight began to blur, coinciding with the appearance of thick-lensed glasses on the stool behind him. All this was lost to him though as he kept hammering away at himself, he barely even noticed that with each stroke, his shaft was getting smaller in length, though the loss was made up for by thickness acquired with every one of of his new tool’s pulsing’s. His new body was sweating like crazy and had begin to stink up the room with the the sharp tang of sweat combined with the musty smell that his cock was starting to give of. Joshes cleaning habits having apparently become more lax as he aged. After what felt like a blissful eternity, he could not hold himself any longer and shot his seed all across the mirror. As he was lost in the pleasure of his new body, the world outside the changing room began to change itself. Gone was the store, and replacing it was a humid, lush tropical rainforest. 

When Josh had grouped himself together again, he noticed that behind him hung up was a cheap suit, blue bowtie, worn trousers and an explorers coat. All his other clothes being destroyed by his transformation, Josh had no choice but to put these impractical clothes on, not failing to notice a new, cloying heat. He also noticed that beyond the room he could hear birds he had never heard before and a river sloshing by. Perplexed by this, he staggered outside to investigate. The second he was out of the changing room it disappeared from existence with a *pop*, leaving  Josh alone in the vast rainforest.

Josh, it turns out, got the adventure that he always wanted; though not in the way that he hoped, or in the form the he expected.

Pop-Corn

Mario kicked up his feet onto his brand new coffee table, finally able to relax after a long, full day of moving. It had been a miracle, finding a house so cheap in such a nice area, with takeaways and shops and a park in walking distance. It was too good to be true, he had thought, but here he was, a young, attractive bachelor in a new house, gone farther than he had ever thought possible. His mind drifted off, thinking of all the pussy he would get on this very couch......

A sharp nock on the door shattered his daydreaming. Neighbors perhaps? In shows that was always what happened to people just after moving in, Mario thought. He sighed, put on his best smile and went to answer. He was greeted by two men. They were both older, maybe in their 40′s, and both tall and thick. It was evident that under a layer of hid an abundance of hard muscle. The man to the right had close-cropped cut, sparse black hair all over the tan skin of his forearms. He sported beautifully groomed stubble across his face, giving him a handsomeness that even Mario envied. The other had auburn red hair, closely shaven on his head, and wore large rimmed glasses, though, the most prominent part of his face was the thick pornstache on his upper-lip like a fat caterpillar .He was held a cute wicker basket filled with goodies. “Hey neighbor” the man to the right said. “We saw that you were moving in and wanted to make you feel at home in our community. I’m Michael and this is my husband Henry.

“Hey” the ginger said in a deep, gruff voice, nodding at Mario. “This is for you”, he passed the basket over, a kind smile on his lips.

Mario thanked the man and took the basket. It smelt of chocolate and vanilla, and he could see a plethora of fresh, warm baked goods inside it.

“We’re having a party later tonight, ‘starts at 10. All the guys in our neighborhood will be there, we could introduce you?”

Mario thought about Michaels offer, he didn't want to get on the wrong foot with his neighbors, especially not ones that seemed so nice.

“Yeah, I should be able to come” He said to the older men, trying to reflect their sincerity.

“Great! We live at the house just opposite yours. See you then!” said Michael, waving. 

Just as they were walking away Mario thought he saw Henry wink to him, before whispering something to Michael, making his husband chuckle.

Mario returned to his couch, slumping into the same position he had been in before. He checked his phone, it was 6:30. He had just enough time to have a nap then have food before the party. Maybe there’d be some hot chicks at the party? he thought as he dozed off.

He woke up at 10:38. 

Mario cursed his luck, what were his new neighbors going to think of him! He quickly ran to put on some clothes and did a quick touchup on his bed-head in the bathroom, before rushing to the door. The smell of vanilla that emitted from the basket by the door gave him pause. He realized how famished he was, and reached down and picked out the largest piece of brownie he saw. then another for good measure. He messily jammed them into him, gooey sweet goodness filling his mouth as he chewed. With a little moan of pleasure, he swallowed. Feeling better, he brushed crumbs off his dress-shirt and exited his house. He could hear the bass from the house across the street even from across the road. After another check of his phone and saw it was 11, he cursed himself again and quickly hurried over. It took two knocks before Henry opened the door, rosy checked, half naked and holding a beer.

“Marioooo! I was beginning to think you wouldn't come! I see you've enjoyed my cooking” Her gave the younger man a knowing wink as Mario bashfully wiped the crumbs from his lips. The red giant firmly patted him on the shoulder and gently directed him inside, into the living room. Music was thumping, and, to Mario’s surprise, there were only men here, 30-or-so midddle-aged dads. Not only that, but they were all in the same, revealing attire as Henry had. The air was thick with the musky smells that would naturally come from so many large naked bodies, all together. He could see Michael in the kitchen, making drinks wearing nothing but a speedo while chatting up a sliver-haired beast in leather pants

Mario was perplexed and disgusted. this was at most definitely not what he had envisioned, had be accidentally moved into some nudist sex community? He was just about to turn around to leave as Henry lightly grabbed his shoulders. “Don't you love this? It’s just men being men here.” He smiled warmly down at the younger man, a smile that you couldn't help just smiling back to. The thick smell of the place was penetrating Mario’s brain, the smog rewiring his sexuality and removing his inhibitions. Every second he spent in the loud, musky, thumping room he wanted to stay more and more. Soon, the sight of big hairy bears all together that he was first been disgusted by was making him painfully erect. “Say, little lad, Want a beer? Ale? Whiskey?” Henry asked, but before Mario could form a reply he was being gently led over to Michael. As he got closer, Mario saw that his body was shiny and slick with some oil, giving off a strong, earthy smell that Mario loved. When he saw him, Michael smiled. “You finally came!” he exclaimed. “I’ve been keeping this whiskey here just for you” he produced a small bottle, brown glass with a darker brown label that read ‘Daddy Bear Whiskey’. He handed it to Mario, who gave it a cautionary glance “Dont be shy! Its our favorite, isn't it honey?” Michael said to his husband, before giving him a long, sloppy kiss. Mario felt saliva fill his mouth at the arousing scene. Before he knew what he was doing, he had the bottle to his mouth. It was unlike any whiskey he had drank before, thick and creamy with an overwhelmingly strong smokiness filling his entire body, making his eyes water as he gulped. soon, the bottle was empty. The second he put the bottle back down he felt a strange fullness in his stomach. He suddenly realized that everyone was looking at him. 

As if on autopilot, he gavehis signature cocky smile, usually reserved for hot babes, and stripped his shirt off, revealing to the party-goers his lithe young pale chest. Henry, his face wet with saliva, took the young man into a warm embrace, strong thick arms and chest covered with bristles of hair, eminating a faint smell of pine and a strong smell of man, a scent that sent Mario into a daze. Then, he felt the ginger’s strong, prickly mouth hit his. they were soon passionately exploring the wet, warm insides of each other's mouths.

Mario was so lost in the experience that he didn't notice what drinking the whiskey was doing to his body. 

His flat, hard stomach expanded, layers of fat pushing out of his expanding gut like he was a balloon being blown up. Dark, long hairs pushed out all over his chest, deep forests emerging between his thick pecs and down in a path to his deep belly-button.

through this, nothing mattered to Mario but his neighbor's scratchy, masculine lips, That is, until he felt his jeans being firmly tugged off. He looked behind him to see a gloriously naked Michael, a devious look in his eyes and his slippery cock dripping with pre. “you'll be a good boy for your daddies won’t you? "he said, another tug on his underwear revealing Marios hairless, bare, perfect ass to the crowd of daddies that had gathered to watch the show, many masiging the tents in thier pants. “Its been so long since we’ve had anyone new in our community” Michael squatted down, and began to lovingly rim Mario. Everywhere his wet, talented tongue passed over, new hairs sprouted and old ones grew long and unkempt, while fat and muscle surged out, transforming his perky muscle ass into two fat round hairy peaks. Michael gave Mario’s new daddy ass a slap, then stood up and began working his thick, beer-can cock into Mario's’ tight pink hole. The younger man closed his eyes and moaned, lost in the ecstasy of being filled with such a man, but his moans soon stopped when the Henry’s fiery hot red member found its way into Mario’s grateful mouth. It tasted like musk and salt and it was all that Mario had ever wanted. With each thrust into his greedy mouth and tight hole Mario’s body began to change further. His thighs surged out to match his plumped up ass, while his feet became larger, dirt staining them as if they had been used for years of hard, manual work. Mario's arms already big arms became thicker, filling further with fat and muscle, hair growing wildly across his forearms. His face was next, jaw sharpening before being smothered by the fat and jowls of an older man. Mario’s Carefully styled hair pulled back into his head, leaving a bald scalp, shining in the party lights. Thick black hair in turn pushed out from his chin and lip, replacing the hair that had abandoned his head with enviable goatee. and thus, was completed the the daddyfication of Mario. He was entirely unrecognizable to who he had been, but nobody could doubt that he was a fine looking old man.

“I'm going to cum daddy” He heard Michael say between labored breaths. “Me too babe, you wanna cum together?” Before Michael could agree, Mario felt the white hot cum of his daddies spurt into him from both ends, pushing him over the edge.

The organism rocked over his entire body, waves of pleasure cascading over him like a tsunami. what his new, thicker cock squirted out not only his seed, but the memories of past Mario. The Young man who had just moved into his first house, who had wanted a girlfriend, who was looking to get into finance, all of that was gone. It was replaced with memories of the neighborhood, of long musky nights with the couple next door, of hot parties with the other daddies every night and spending the mornings in bed making up new dad jokes.

 Mario wouldn't have it any other way.

He collapsed onto the couch, sandwiched between Mike and Henry’s sweaty, panting bodies, around him the other daddies of the neighborhood was a drunken mixture of lust and laughter.

“Hey, what did Baby Corn say to Mama Corn?" Mario said

Michael rolled his eyes” I don't know Mario, what did Baby Corn say to Mama Corn?”

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Tristin couldn’t help but readjust his crotch as he watched his neighbour lay out onto his hammock. Tristin had only come home for the weekend and he had spent most of it in his childhood bedroom peeping out the curtains at Holden, the big slab of muscle next door. Tristin bit his lip as he watched the beefy, hairy hunk lazily stretch out, showing off his furry abs, thick forest like armpits and boulder like biceps. Tristin could see the sweat glistening across Holden’s body from a long day of working the field and tending to the animals, the big dumb brute had worked his muscles hard and now was relaxing in the sun with a beer. Tristin moved his hand down to his rapidly hardening cock as continued to watch Holden get comfortable, his large, hairy, melon-sized pecs jiggling and bouncing as he swayed in the hammock. It was then that Holden raised his right arm and lent his face close to his pits, the simple jock pulled away in disgust but then chuckled in delight at the stench, he then grabbed his beer and laid back to bask in the sun. Tristin could have cum there and then at the very sight of the smelly, furry beast delighting in his own musk, he could no longer just watch as Tristin found himself running into the bathroom, his jeans and underwear already around his ankles as he locked the door. Slamming his own tight bubble butt onto the toilet, Tristin started to jerk his cock vigorously as a wisp of green smoke appeared over his head and the thought of Holden smelling his pits replayed in his mind.