Rick Was Exactly The Worst Type Of Model You Could Find, Cocky, Sexy, And Always Wanting To Show Off

Rick was exactly the worst type of model you could find, cocky, sexy, and always wanting to show off his body whenever he could. It got to the point where his own agents could barely stand him as they watched him pose for the photographer, making sure to accentuate his lean body the best he could.

“Alright are we done here?” whined Rick. “I got some girls who liked my pictures from last month and they really want to meet.” The photographer rolled his eyes.

“Just a few more shots, keep posing,” declared the photographer as he ignored Rick’s scowl and got back to snapping pictures. By the time they were finished it was only because Rick refused to pose any longer, instead deciding to almost tell the photographer to go fuck himself underneath his breath as he started putting on his clothes. “Well thank you very much, Mr. Wellick. It’s been such a…pleasure working with you. I wanted you to have this.” The photographer mumbled, trying to make sure any vitriol in his voice as he took out an odd book that he had kept in his bag for later, but he felt that now it was needed.

Rick took the book, looking at the title.

“Very funny, but I don’t need this caveman shi- sh-” Rick stopped as he saw the photographer beginning to leave the building, looking down as he wondered why it was suddenly so hard to speak as an odd thumping like a heartbeat began in his own two hands.

“Enjoy, Mr. Wellick,” said the photographer as Rick looked down at his own hands, watching as they started to grow larger, the knuckles cracking and the fingers almost becoming too big for his own palm, to the point where it almost weighed him down. Even still, he couldn’t let go of the book as something else began thumping with the same throbbing and hot sensation, only being cooled down by an odd feeling of something wet and leaking as he looked between his legs.

His own skinny jeans were being stretched to their limit as hair began to grow on the back of his hand, so much it almost felt like it was fur. But no, Rick saw that it was clearly brown human hair and he couldn’t help but mumble and moan at the mounting pleasure of his throbbing cock but the fear of his changing hands.

“W-What the fuck is happening to me?” Rick cried as he quickly tried to go over towards the door, trying to pull it, but it didn’t budge. Was it locked? Rick tried to again and again only to feel as if he was growing too dumb, lacking intelligence that was being sapped away by the throbbing length as he started to feel dumber and dumber, so much so he couldn’t even open the door. “G-Gotta do something, this fucking book might help.” 

Rick moaned and fell back as the first tears began to show, his own ass started to swell to the point where it was sagging him down with his great round cheeks that just begged to be filled.

But I’m not gay…don’t…don’t need a…need a…cock…fuck

Rick grasped his head with one hand and the book with another as he fell back and spread his legs apart to allow his thick shaft enough room to leak a puddle of pre-cum between his growing thighs. 

The skinny jeans ripped and teared easily after his own ass swelled out of his underwear and pants. Hair continued to sprout along his fine legs, giving him a more animalistic and unkempt look as his own thicker thighs swelled with muscle and a bit of fat.

“Oh no! No! Not my abs!” Rick grunted in his newly deep voice as he felt his own torso beginning to change slightly, as hair began growing on his own clean shaven chest, he watched that he lost his lean muscle in favour of just a skinny body. “Fuck no! This can’t be happening…must…stop!” His cock continued to sway back and forth almost hypnotically as Rick began trying to read the words, to his shock and horror the book was composed of “spells” and on the page his thick fingers managed to comb through he found a page for “caveman” and another word he couldn’t understand.

“Found it!” Rick moaned as he started to read the reverse spell, even as his once rich brown hair grew darker and shaggier, as his face changed to be more prominent and hairy and his cock continued to bounce and distract him. “Iter-Itermum e-ev-e-OH GOD!”

Rick moaned as cum blasted out of his cock and sprayed all over the book making it unreadable both literally and mentally as the last of Rick’s intelligence sapped away as he clung onto the wet and dribbling book. He looked confusedly at everything around him and his more hairy body, deciding to grunt.

Rick may have been a sexy guy, but he was far too dumb to remember any of that as he sat there and played with his long thick cock.

“You dummy,” Rick snapped as his ass thickened with muscle and fur, “that’s the wrong TF formula!”

He had asked me to grab the muscle growth serum from the lab, but he didn’t check the label before chugging it down before the big game. Now fur was racing across his back, a tail sprouting over his ass.

“What are you turning into?” I asked.

“Fuckin’ monkey, he gasped, falling forward onto his hands. His toes flexed, and I could see them growing longer. His ears rounded out. “Oook! I’m a … oh fuck, a monkey!”

“Are you sure?” I said, bending down to pet his furry back. He glared at me, His legs shortening so he could more naturally crouch. 

He tried to yell at me again but grunts were all that came out.

“Hmm,” I said, pulling off his pants, “guess you won’t be able to call me a dummy anymore.”

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Did I ever tell you about the time I turned that cocky skater into a dumb chimp?

I used to see he and his friends hanging out in the neighborhood all the time. Four college guys with nothing better to do than make noise and cause trouble – like a bunch of primates.

I knew it was only a matter of time before one of them got on my bad side.

It didn’t take long. One morning I heard the hiss of a can of spray paint, and I looked out a window just in time to see him laughing and tagging the side of my house. His friends were laughing too, standing back a few feet. They were probably out of range of my spell, but that one, the one in the overalls – he was definitely close enough. 

I raised one hand to cast it. He didn’t even notice what was happening, his ears wobbling and getting large and round on the side of his head. His friends’ laughter tapered off, and they stared at him, confused.

He turned back around to look at them, a big grin on his face. His hairy face. It was pushing out into a muzzle, fur growing over his cheeks. 

“What’s happening to you, dude?” one of them asked.

“Uh?” he grunted. He dropped the can of paint, and scratched his chest under the overalls.

“You look like a fuckin’ monkey,” said one of the other guys.

My victim scratched his head, his hair becoming shaggy and disheveled. A dumb look fell on his face, his mouth hanging open and his eyelids slack. He fell forward onto his hairy knuckles.

“Shit, dude, you ARE turning into somethin’ – like a monkey or a chimp or some shit!” said the other friend.

My monkey-man looked scared, in a moment of clarity. “Wha … what’s goin’ on? Guys! You gotta – ook! – you gotta help me! Ook ook!”

I snapped my fingers, and his overalls burst at a seam right over his ass, so a long furry tail could shoot forth. He looked behind at it, staring in shock, then started knuckle-walking over to his friends. His sneakers slipped off his feet, revealing that his toes had become long and dextrous.

By the time he reached them, his voice had devolved into grunts. They stared down at their friend, crouched on all fours. “What do we do with him?” said one of them. “What if it’s contagious?”

“Yeah, what if,” I thought, watching them all stand around him, unaware their their ears were starting to grow larger and larger.