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Stolen Fate

The youth plopped in front of me and hunched down in the previously vacant seat. He was a pretty average, round face with glasses, a grey sweater, earphones and a skateboard.

I glanced out my window to see a group of jocks searching the train terminal for for who I assumed was the youngster across from me. With my raspy voice I told the boy to duck down as a gaggle of bullies started to peak through the windows heading our way. He scrambled down and pressed himself against the outer wall, just underneath the train's window. The athletes seemed to give up the hunt and gathered in the lobby. My old heart sank as I realized the leader of this group of miscreants was my own grandson Lachlan.

In fact, the seat across from me was reserved for him so he could accompany me to the city for some shopping. I sighed. I knew my grandson was a bad egg, he had been caught more then once bullying kids. My daughter and her rich husband always made whatever problems Lachlan had go away. This ride was supposed to set the boy straight, that's why I had spent over the last 6 months enchanting this train ticket.

Now the ticket was reacting to this strange boy. On an impulse I handed the ticket to the boy just before the conductor came to punch it. There was a brief flash of golden light and the youth sat back down into his new seat. I heard a soft thanks as he sighed with relief.

"Now Dear, whom do I have the pleasure of saving today?" I asked in my raspy voice.

"M...M.....M....My name is Davis Kent ma'am" he stammered.

"Nice to meet you Davis. I'm Marlene Anderson, but you can call me Grams, everyone else does."

Davis sat a bit higher, a subtle golden glow surrounded him.

"Thank you Grams, You really saved me from those stupid jocks," he said with a touch of confidence.

"Tell me about yourself Davis"

"Not much to tell, I'm 18 errrr.... ugh... 19 going to college"

"And those other boys?"

"One of them, Lachlan use to be my friend, then he found out I was gay, now he and those football stooges hunt me down for fun" Davis had a startled expression and moved to cover his mouth.

I cackled as only an old woman can, "Hehehehehe, that's quite alright dear. I've been a supporter of your rights for years now."

Davis just stared at me, mouth ajar. "Thank you Mrs. Anders........ Grams"

I nodded in approval, and a sense of excitement. The tunnel was coming up and this particular enchantment works better when no-one can see.

Flash......... Flash...............Flash

The glow settled down and now an older Davis sat across from me.

"Davis, have you had any luck on the job hunt?"

"Not yet Grams, It was nice for Mom and Pete to host me at their house during the summer, got to play with Lachlan a little bit, but he was to busy to hang out with his older Bro."

I was a bit surprised, but the new memories soon filled in. Davis was now my elder grandson and step brother to Lachlan.

"I'm so glad you could ride with me back to the city Grams, It's been like forever sense you and me could spend some time together."

"Were you able to find a place to stay while out on the job hunt?" I asked. Curiously the golden glow still was there changing him slowly as we spoke.

"A few of my college friends went in together on a three thousand square foot loft on the north side of town. They said I could crash there while I find a job."

"Any boys I should know about?" I asked, just to see his face flush.

"N.....n......n.....no Grams I'm kinda in-between guys right now." he said with an embarrassed stammer.

The glow started to intensify as we passed into a deep forest where the sun was barely visible. In the dappled light the changes progressed even further.

"Hey mom, thanks for coming with me to the city, Greg and I need all the help we can packing and what not."

I stared at the new Davis, almost 30 with a loving, long term boyfriend Greg.

Davis was now my youngest, born when Lachlan's Mom was 15.

"Are you excited to be working in such a small town?"

"Mom....ugh..... I know... I know.... Greg and I have discussed this. Working as a corporate drone was draining me, and well he can work from home anywhere with an internet connection. Anyway, I want to put my History and Sports Medicine degrees to good use."

I was just giving the poor boy a hard time. Secretly I was overjoyed that he and Greg would be moving closer to family. Lachlan had been getting into a lot of trouble lately, and having a pair of strong male influences like Davis and Greg could be just what the boy needed. Plus as both the high school football coach and history teacher Davis could keep an eye on her troubled grandson as he tried to graduate a second time.

Davis kept being oblivious to the golden aurora and I was getting nervous. I liked this Davis and I didn't want him to change but as we entered the city the sun was being blocked by the high rises.

"Ma, you ok?" the deep bass voice rumbled as a huge hand shook my knee.

I nodded, as more new memories assaulted my mind. Davis is still my son but now he is twins with Lachlan's mother. He and Greg are still together, only now they have kids.

Oh my God, I have more grandkids to spoil! Five, to be precise: 3 boys and 2 girls!!!!

I felt my knee shake again and I could see the look of concern in my eldest's eye.

"Ma you sure your alright? I can go into town to pick up the boys. You could just rest here at the depot."

Knowledge poured into my head, I could remember why Davis and I came to the city. Lachlan..... only not the original Lachlan..... My oldest grandson had now grown up with his uncles Davis and Greg plus his 5 cousins who saw him as a role model. He was now a bright and kind boy with a sense of responsibility. He had graduated early was now in his second year at state university. He was also JV Quarterback and quickly rising to be an All-Star for nationals.

We pulled into the station and a thick wall momentarily blocked the sun. Davis's final change settled on him. Along with a fantastic husband and great kids, Davis was now the first openly gay Head Coach at a major University. I am so proud of the man he's become.

We get out and stretch our legs, Davis now stands at incredible 6'8" and weighs about 300 lbs. He commands the attention of every passerby. Some even want to take pictures with him and he basks in the attention he receives.

Shaking my head I give an over-exaggerated cough. My big man turns around and blushes, then we make our way through the throng of onlookers to the busy streets.

The city is packed with people as pride is in full swing. Everywhere is color and celebrations of what makes us unique. I was enthralled with the spectacle of it all that I didn't notice we had found Lachlan and his boyfriend Tristian Kent.

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Hungry like a wolf

A couple of days ago, while on vacation, I hooked up with a local boy. We met at a bar and it was clear he couldn’t believe his luck: his eyes went wide when he first saw me. While we chatted, he kept looking at my chest, and at my arms. I would slightly bounce my chest to tease him…

We headed over to the room to get better acquainted. I told him the rules and instructed him to take off my clothes with his mouth. I let him worship my body after asking my permission for each part. He mentioned he’d never been with someone as hairy as I am and he was extremely turned on by it.

The twink was eager, but I made him wait. I made him take his time oiling every part of my body before letting him have it. After he was done, I made him beg for it several times before I finally made him mine.

I had him once, enjoying his tightness and really letting him milk my manhood slowly. He moaned quite loudly as I pushed through his second hole. I felt my head pushing against his prostate with every thrust. He was already leaking by the time I shot my testosterone-laden man juice deep inside him. I told him softly: “that’s a good boy.”

As I was ready to go for round two, he says to me “Wow! You’re hungry like a wolf”. I started laughing so he adds “Because you’re so hairy!” It made me laugh even louder. I told him “I think the word you’re looking for is horny!” That made him laugh too. Then he turned around and showed me he was ready for the next one!

This morning I was thinking about what he said. It made me look at myself more closely in the mirror. I’ve always been fairly hairy, but I’ve definitely gotten more of it: my back is sprouting new fur, and other patches that were previously empty are getting some too. And my bush has been getting out of control. It’s a jungle down there, just ask my boy… I fucking love it!

Furthermore, I’ve started to get hair in the oddest places, like my ears! It’s seriously making me think there’s some lycanthrope hormones mixed in there somewhere. I wouldn’t mind getting hairier and hairier all over. I’m more than ready to start howling at the moon!

In case you’re curious, this is what I saw:

Fuck The Life Out of Me

Aidan was so proud of the little bit of progress he was making in the gym. especially his pecs, which were finally starting to fill in nicely. However, he got cocky, and mouthed off to one of the older patrons in the gym. The older man smirked, spit in his palm and rubbed it all over Aidan’s porcelain smooth torso, saying with a rough, gravely baritone, “You wanna act all tough, like a man, gotta look like one too!” He laughed as Aidan  started to itch desperately at his chest, thick, dark wiry hair growing like a weed out of his pores. a thick heady musk forming under the new warm coat of fur.

I loved the beer transformation. I want a beer than turns me into a giant muscle bear who constantly needs to drink beer and smoke cigars.

So you want to be a muscle bear that drinks and smokes? That is one of the Smoke Transformer’s specialties. The change will be sudden and permanent, so I hope it is what you really want.

Either way though, you are now mine to grow.

***

You spend your evenings at the gym with no luck in growing. You have always wanted to become a muscle bear, but haven’t seen the results you desire. Let’s be honest though - when you spend the evenings at the gym, you barely lift anything and never truly push yourself. You also barely eat, not consuming enough calories for your desired growth.

You are skinny and weak and nothing like you long to be.

One evening, the gym was empty. After lifting a few weights, you became thirsty and realized you had forgotten your water bottle.

You grabbed a dollar out of the pocket of your gym shorts and headed to the vending machine. There was a new drink in there; one you have never heard of: “ST’s Muscle Brew”.

Out of curiosity, you put in your dollar into the machine and picked it. A can rolled out and you grabbed it. Immediately, you looked at the label:

“The Smoke Transformer made this brew for you! Guaranteed muscle growth, but may include side effects. Only drink one a day.”

It didn’t list the side effects, but you didn’t care. You wanted to be big!

You cracked open the can and took a big chug. It tasted exactly like beer, but you kept drinking.

After finishing the can, you crushed it and threw it on the ground. You had an urge to lift some more.

As you were lifting, you noticed you were able to lift more. However, you also noticed your face was getting itchy. A short beard sprouted from your face.

You got thirsty again and, despite the one a day warning on the can, you purchased yourself another one.

The rich beer tasting drink was just what you needed.

You continued your workout. You noticed little hairs around you. What you didn’t notice was that they were from you. One of the side effects was hair loss. However, your growing beard made up for.

You decided one more “ST’s Muscle Brew” sounded good. You were starting to feel stronger, even if you didn’t look it…yet.

As you chugged, you started feeling an intense warmness around you. You felt pain all over. You hunched over and fell to the ground. You moaned for help, but no one was around. You felt your body ever expanding. Your skin felt like it was being stretched. You felt heavier as you laid on the gym floor.

Smoke started rolling into the gym and the lights turned off. You thought you were hallucinating, until you smelt the rich cigar smoke. It first was unpleasant, but you quickly grew to enjoy it. Even long for it. You breathed in the smoke.

You heard a deep voice in your head, “It said only to drink one. Now you are a witless muscle bear. Only wanting to work out, drink beer and smoke cigars. The effects weren’t supposed to be this intense. But now you have no choice.”

The smoke cleared out and the lights turned back on. You gained your strength back and stood back up. You saw yourself in the mirror. You were huge and muscular, just what you always wanted.

As you enjoyed looking at your large and visible muscles, you started feeling warm again. Your skin became itchy, just like your face did earlier.

Thick, dark hair was growing everywhere. The muscles you love looking at are now hidden by the fur.

You still looked big, but now extremely hairy - almost cartoonish with the amount of hair. You looked like a what a proper muscle bear should look like.

You wanted to keep working out, but you got a new urge. It was a craving from your new addiction to beer and cigars.

You headed outside the gym, still shirtless, and headed to the minimart across the street. There was a sign on the door: “No shirt, no service.” You didn’t care though. You knew no one would say something; no one would want to confront a beast like you.

The cashier worker stared as you grabbed a six pack from the cooler and a few cigars from their humidor. You didn’t care the quality of the cigars; you just need their smoke in your lungs.

You walked back to the parking lot of the gym, cracked open a beer and lit up a cigar. The smoke filled your lungs as you held it deep. This was your life now. You were going to go back and work out more after you finished a few beers and the cigar. You thought that you might need to turn some of the rooms in your house into mini gyms so that you could smoke and drink as you lifted.

For now, you will take plenty of beer and smoke breaks between sessions in the parking lot. Visitors of the gym will know you as the gym’s cigar smokin’ bear. You will love showing off what you have become.

Aren’t you glad you didn’t listen to the warning, you beer chugging, cigar smoking muscle bear?

watch yourself transform in the rear view mirror

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Luma #14-2

I’ve been hitting up Gold’s gym down in muscle beach recently and really wish I could blend in a bit more with the meatheads there. Everyone looks so big and powerful. I wish that could be my life. I want it all, the hairy body, the simple mind. It seems like such a nice state of being.

Could you work your magic and make my dreams come true?

You enter the locker room at Gold’s Gym, the familiar scent of disinfectant and sweat filling your nostrils. The overhead lights cast a harsh glare on the cold metal lockers and worn benches. With a resigned sigh, you start changing into your workout gear. As you pull on your athletic shorts and tank top, you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror mounted on the far wall.

Your reflection is a stark reminder of your frustrations. The body staring back at you is far from the ideal you had hoped to achieve. Months of effort have yielded little progress, leaving you feeling self-conscious and disheartened. You haven't been on a date with a guy for fear of being too embarrassed to be seen without a shirt. You let out another sigh, almost ready to give up.

Just as you're about to leave, something catches your eye. At the back of the locker, partially hidden beneath a pile of discarded gym clothes, is a glimmering, gaudy gold necklace. It’s hideous—chunky and excessively ornate, far from anything you would normally wear. Yet, inexplicably, you feel a compulsion to pick it up. The necklace feels unnaturally heavy in your hands, and a strange warmth radiates from it.

Without much thought, you fasten the necklace around your neck. It settles heavily against your chest, its weight dragging you down slightly, as if it’s anchoring you to the earth. You shrug it off, though the heaviness is oddly persistent.

You leave the locker room and make your way to the gym floor, the necklace’s weight growing more oppressive with each step. The clang of weights and the rhythmic thud of treadmills create a cacophony of motivation and effort around you. You approach the free weights area, where the sight of the barbell on the rack catches your eye. It’s loaded with a modest amount of weight, but today, it looks different—daunting.

As you prepare to lift, a deep, sluggish voice starts to echo in your mind. It’s not your own, but a guttural, almost primal presence that urges you to add more and more weight to the barbell. Its tone is mocking, a low, resonant chuckle that seems to come from somewhere deep within you.

Despite your better judgment, the voice’s persistence is overpowering. You add more weights to the barbell, each plate increasing the challenge until the barbell is stacked high with more weight than you’ve ever attempted. Anxiety grips you as you position yourself beneath the bar, your palms sweaty and heart racing. The voice is relentless, laughing at your apprehension.

With a final, terrified breath, you lift the barbell. It’s impossibly heavy, and as you struggle to keep it aloft, you can’t help but feel a crushing dread that you might be pinned beneath it. Your muscles tremble under the immense load, and the room seems to darken around you.

Unbeknownst to you, the gold necklace begins to shimmer and glow with an intense, otherworldly light. Its gaudy appearance is replaced by a radiant aura that pulses rhythmically. The light washes over you, and a deep, unnatural tan begins to spread across your pasty white skin. It’s not just a superficial change; the heat that accompanies it is searing, almost unbearable.

The warmth surges through your veins, turning your skin a deep bronze as it spreads from the neck down, leaving a vivid contrast with the remaining pale patches. Your body feels as though it’s being engulfed in a furnace, the burning sensation pushing through every fiber of your being, fueling a new, inexplicable strength.

As the necklace’s glow intensifies, your physical sensations shift. The once unbearable weight on the barbell becomes manageable, and with a sudden surge of power, you lift it effortlessly. The voice in your head, now more a triumphant roar than a mocking chuckle, subsides into a satisfied murmur as you complete the lift, the gold necklace continuing to shine brightly around your neck.

As you grip the barbell, the cold metal feels foreign against your hands, your palms slick with sweat. Your mind starts to blur, thoughts dissipating like smoke as the deep, intrusive voice in your head grows louder, more insistent. It’s a thunderous, guttural sound, dripping with a manly authority that carries a hint of an accent you can’t quite place. It’s as if the voice is not just in your head but echoing from some unseen source, commanding and relentless.

You focus on the weights, your arms trembling as you prepare to lift. The barbell seems impossibly heavy, but the voice drowns out your doubts, pushing you to act. As you begin to push, your thin, sad body responds with a shocking intensity. A searing wave of heat floods through you, and every muscle in your frame starts to pulse with raw, primal energy. It’s as if your very cells are being supercharged, expanding and contracting with a fierce, almost painful vitality.

The sensation is overwhelming—a mix of intense pain and electrifying energy that makes your skin tingle. Your body is undergoing a rapid and violent transformation. The familiar, underwhelming physique you’ve known for months begins to shift and swell with a power that seems almost otherworldly.

You glance down and see your body morphing into a vision of exaggerated muscularity. Your once-skinny arms are inflating, bulging with veins that snake across your skin like live wires. They pulse and throb in sync with the heartbeat that now feels almost audibly loud, reverberating through your entire being. Your chest begins to expand, the muscles swelling outward until they resemble an over-inflated balloon, each pec twitching and throbbing with its own rhythm.

As the transformation progresses, your triceps become a shelf of sinewy muscle, so pronounced they look almost inflated. Your quads grow into massive pillars, each thigh now a testament to relentless training and excess. The heat in your body becomes almost unbearable, but it fuels the transformation, pushing you further into this new, exaggerated form.

Your skin undergoes a drastic change as well. The pale, sad surface is replaced by a deep, unnatural tan that spreads quickly, making you look like you’ve been marinated in a vat of tanner. The color is almost unnaturally uniform, giving you the appearance of a living statue of muscular perfection.

You’re a walking, talking shrine to muscular excess, with a physique that screams both confidence and absurdity. Your hair, which you didn’t even realize was styled with so much precision, now looks like it’s been sculpted with gel and a wind tunnel. More and more hair seems to transplant itself on your body, growing wild with abandon.

Your face reflects this transformation too—a chiseled jawline and a smirk of cocky self-assuredness, as if you’re not just in the gym but the star of your own reality show. The combination of your new body and your smug expression creates a striking contrast with your previous self, embodying an arrogance so thick it could be sliced with a knife.

The voice in your head continues to roar, triumphant and obnoxious, as you complete your lift with newfound ease. You’ve become a living testament to the philosophy of excess, every movement and gesture now imbued with a larger-than-life bravado. The transformation is complete, and as you stand there, it’s clear that you’ve become the very embodiment of gym culture’s most exaggerated fantasies—muscular, arrogant, and impossibly perfect.

The heat coursing through your body reaches a fever pitch as your transformation completes. Your thoughts, once a steady stream of doubts and insecurities, begin to slip away like sand through your fingers. The voice in your head, now roaring with triumphant intensity, drowns out any remaining fragments of your former self. What was once a mind clouded with frustration and self-consciousness now narrows into a single, singular focus: dominance, muscle, and the gym-bro lifestyle.

With a sudden burst of energy, you stagger toward the mirror. Your reflection is a hulking figure of exaggerated strength and arrogance, a walking shrine to gym culture’s most over-the-top fantasies. Your mind feels like it’s collapsing into a narrow, primal focus. Intelligence and self-awareness sink into the abyss, replaced by an overwhelming need to assert your newfound dominance.

You lift your arms and flex in front of the mirror, muscles straining and veins bulging with every movement. “Check this out!” you holler, your voice booming through the gym with a raw, arrogant confidence. “Look at these guns! You wish you had this kind of muscle, bro!” The words spill out of your mouth, each shout more obnoxious and self-congratulatory than the last.

In the gym’s echoing space, you spot a group of women lifting weights nearby. You strut over, your chest puffed out, and flash them an over-the-top grin. “Hey, ladies! You know you’re looking at the real king of this gym, right? Why don’t you come over and let me show you how it’s done?” You flex your biceps and do a showy, exaggerated pose, completely oblivious to their reactions.

As you strut around, you down a protein shake with exaggerated gusto. The thick, chalky liquid doesn’t just fuel your body—it’s a statement. Each gulp is accompanied by the smell of overworked protein powder, and with every swallow comes a series of loud, protein-fueled farts that roar throughout the gym. PFFFFFFFFFFT "Man, this is the fucking life!” you exclaim, your laughter a deep, throaty bellow.

Your phone buzzes in your pocket, and you pull it out to see a text from your bro: "Yo, meet me at the Murphy's bar tonight. Gonna hit up some drinks and catch the game. Fine us some nice piece of ass tonight. bet!" You don’t think twice. Or at all.

Memories of the past few hours are overshadowed by a torrent of new ones forming in your mind. Your life is a montage of protein shakes, muscle flexing, and flirting with whatever bimbo you can find. You envision nights out at bars, where you’re the center of attention, picking up chicks with your chiseled physique and over-the-top charisma. The gym is your kingdom, and every session, every flex, is a reminder of your dominance.

As you flex your biceps in the mirror, admiring the definition and size of your muscles, you notice a hot blonde standing behind you. She's staring at your reflection with a look of lust in her eyes, fixated on your massive arms. You turn around to face her and catch a glimpse of her huge tits straining against her tight top.

Without hesitation, you shout out "Hey baby, wanna see my protein shake? It's packed with enough creatine to make your pussy grow three sizes." you say with confidence as she looks up at you with those big blue eyes. Her lips curl into a smile as she responds playfully, "Oh yeah? And what do I have to do to get some of that?"

You take hold of one hand and place it firmly on her ass cheek while leaning in close enough for our noses to touch. "Well," You whisper seductively into her ear while running your tongue along the edge of it teasingly before continuing speaking softly but firmly so only she can hear it clearly enough. "Why don't I give a real workout babe" As if by instinct-she turns around slowly allowing you access behind those tempting curves once more; this time grabbing hold fistfuls full-on ass cheeks squeezing them hard enough so they leave red marks when released later tonight after hours spent pounding away at every inch available inside those tight holes begging mercy from being stretched open wider than ever imagined possible.

Boys be rockin' those locks on their domes, while men be sportin' them facial and body hairs like bosses! Get with the program, dude!

"OMG, this ad was like 'Get the effect of 15 years of training in just 15 minutes!' And he was like, 'Yaaas, for my 18th birthday, I want a sesh of that!' And OMG, the ad was not kidding! It was like, super lit and on point!"

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