IN THE LOCKER ROOM

IN THE LOCKER ROOM

Where am I? Fuck bro, my mind... I clutch my head, but all I can think about is... is... men bro. Fucking big ones. Ones with abs like mine. Ones who are are hairy like me.

The jock grins. Nah bro, not with abs like that. They're so tight, so toned. You're a fucking wrestler now, and the team doesn't need a lightweight. The teams needs a fucking horse.

I feel my body fattening up. My abs are coated in a layer of firm fat and my torso thickens. Hehe bro, I guess this new body has been eating like a pig for years. Pizza after pizza, and all that protein. FUCK YEAH, where else do you think all these gains came from?? And that's not to mention slamming down all those beers. I grunt, and give my new stomach a squeeze.

Wait, grunt? I do it again. My neck is like a horse, a bull. Strong, and as thick as my head. My voice has dropped. Duh bro, you think I'm gonna squeal like a pussy? You think I'm gonna moan when a guy grabs me on the mats? Nah bro, of course I'm fucking grunting, I'm a fucking animal.

FUUUUCCKKKK. Ive got all this energy pent up. I want to get out there, on the mats. I want to fucking slam a guy. I want to fucking BE slammed. I lift up my arms, flexing my huge new biceps, showing off my steamy pits. I give one a sniff, its like a fucking locker room.

Huhu, makes sense.

A guy comes up to me from behind and slaps my ass. Hell yeah bro, give it a squeeze, I know you like it. This beef is for my BOYS, bro. What's that? I need a uniform? I fucking think so bro. I feel my pants melt and ripple up around my legs, flowing like a fluid, fusing with my tshirt into a tight singlet. It snaps into place over my hairy body, releasing a mist of sweat. I look down and see it plastered over my huge cock, and grab my crotch. I'm so fucking horny. Underwear? Nah dude, my balls need to breathe.

That's what I'm talking about, huhu. I'm grinning like a fucking idiot. Bro, I AM a fucking idiot. The dude turns to my face. He's the captain, and he wants me on the team. Uh, duh, why do you think I'm here bro? Great. He grins and pats me on the shoulder. Welcome dude, we'll have you squirming on the mats in no time.

Until then, bro, fucking enjoy yourself.

Masculinity in a bottle.

“Masculinity in a Bottle” is what the old shopkeeper told me when I stumbled upon his store at the mall. At 5’6” with a slight build, no muscles, and no body hair, I figured I could spare the $35. After following his instructions to mix the tiny vial into a glass of water before going to bed, I woke up the next morning with muscles, chest hair, and even a mustache and beard! 

I was suddenly bigger, stronger, and a lot tougher looking. With this newfound masculinity came a deep desire for more of the mysterious potion. It’s funny: when I went back to the mall, the shop had completely vanished – as if it had never been there at all.

Hey wondered if you could turn me into a hugely “equipped” lumberjack daddy?

You’re going to know what it’s like being one and then some. You’re standing the bathroom when you notice that you’re getting warmer as you can see the blonde hairs start to poke from you skin. Soon becoming a thick pelt of hair that covers you from head to toe. You can believe that this is actually happening as your body starts to stretch making you taller while muscle starts to build rapidly. Soon it looks like youve been chopping logs you’re whole life. A thick matted beard juts from your face and hangs low. Such a typical lumber Jack look. You’re feet expand outwards stretching your socks as you can see blondes hairs poking out of the fabric as your hairy begins to grow thicker across your whole body. Then almost as if on queue you get light headed as all the blood leaves your brain. Leaving you heads and traveling to all other and you dick pulsates abs throbs growing massive. As thick as a beer can and and a foot long flaccid. You’ll always be light headed from here on out with the amount of blood that thing demands from your body to function as you instantly start to get stiff. Your mind starts to change you remember being nothing but a lumber Jack. That is your life now. You never shave because you don’t have to. And your body hair keeps you warm all through the work day when it’s cold.