31 Days Of Derek Hale

31 Days of Derek Hale

Day 31: Tyler Hoechlin to Derek Hale TF

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Happy Halloween everyone! I hope you all enjoyed this Derek Hale Tf Marathon! It was so much fun to make, and I hope that you all liked what I put out!

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Actor Tyler Hoechlin filtered through some emails to waste time before he had to get ready. The actor was supposed to make an appearance at some celebrity Halloween party for photo ops. He wasn’t above taking a picture here and there, but he hadn’t even began to think about a costume, nor had his assistant just grabbed one for him.

“I could just wear a bedsheet and go as a ghost?” Tyler chuckled to himself, thinking that it’d be so lame that it’d be good.

He deleted several emails from casting agents who thought that he’d be great in one of their low-budget horror movies that was supposed to go straight to steaming services. Tyler couldn’t help but grimace at doing anything horror related.

After spending so many years being cast as Derek Hale on Teen Wolf, the last thing he wanted to do was something spooky-ish, lest he risk being typecasted. Already, the actor played Superman on Superman & Lois, but he still had several people on the street referring to him as “Derek”. Of course, Tyler was grateful that so many fans appreciated his work on the MTV series, but there was a part of him that was ready to let the role go.

Which was why he’d frowned deeply at the email from Jeff Davis, the creator of Teen Wolf. Tyler begrudgingly clicked on it, scanning it a little until he got to the reason for the reaching out:

“…MTV is interested in rebooting the Teen Wolf series, and after the negative reception of the movie, the producers have decided not to count it as canon. Can we count on you to return as Beacon Hills’s resident Alpha, Derek Hale?”

Not even bothering to respond to it, Tyler moved the mouse towards the garbage icon to delete it. Before he could click it, his laptop screen flickered and an odd electric shock sparked out, actually shocking Tyler.

The actor recoiled his hand at the sensation, the electric shock sending a tingling feeling throughout the rest of his body for a brief moment.

“What the hell?” Tyler wondered aloud. He closed his laptop and shoved himself away from his desk, making a mental note to buy a new laptop tomorrow since his was obvious short-circuiting. 

He glanced at the clock on the wall and sighed, seeing that he was supposed to start getting ready for the party. Tyler rubbed his temples and walked towards the bathroom so that he could start getting ready. 

As he undressed, the actor could feel a little apprehension starting to seep into his bones about attending the party. The normally social Tyler Hoechlin, for some unknown reason, began to frown at the thought of being at a stuffy Halloween party that was going to be packed with people, wall to wall. The thought of being trapped in a room, shoulder to shoulder, with other people made Tyler shudder, and he began to think of reasons to bail. He thought that it was odd, but he chalked it up to his social battery just being abnormally low that night.

Still, Tyler told himself that he couldn’t just be a no-show. He’d promised his friend and previous costar, Dylan O’Brien, that he’d show up and the two could catch up over a drink.

Tyler could’ve sworn that his heart started to race in his chest for some reason, his limbs tingling with excitement. “What’s going on?” he mumbled to himself, confused as to why he seemed to be so giddy to see Dylan. “It’s just Stiles. I saw him last week…”

He coughed and cleared his throat, having no clue why he’d accidentally referred to Dylan as his old character, Stiles. Tyler shook it off and hopped into the shower. As he bathed, Tyler couldn’t seem to get Dylan out of his head.

“What is going on with me?” he asked himself, wondering why he couldn’t get the man’s dimples out of his mind. What was even weirder to the man was that his cock started to plump up, sticking straight out in front of him.

Tyler had never had a gay thought in his life, and despite seeing all of the Sterek fan art online, he’d never entertained the thought of him and Dylan together. Yet, for some unknown reason, the more he pictured his toned, mole-spotted body, his cock throbbed even harder.

“Fuck it,” Tyler grunted as he wrapped his fingers around his cock, pumping away.

Tyler was so lost in the pleasure that rippled throughout his body as he jerked off, bellowing out low moans the entire time. His free hand ran over his muscled chest, his fingers running through the thick pelt of chest hair—

“Wh-what?” Tyler grunted as he looked down, still playing with his throbbing cock as he stared down at his previously smooth chest. Despite having just shaved his pecs earlier that morning for some pictures as the smooth-chested Superman, Tyler’s chest was now covered in thick, black chest hair. The hairs covered his meaty pecs and ran down his stomach, connecting to his bush by a noticeable happy trail. “What the hell’s goin’ on?”

Tyler’s confusion was briefly forgotten when all of his large muscles tensed up, and his cock erupted with a spray of cum, shooting a large load against the linoleum of his shower. 

The stud was left panting, leaning against the other wall of the shower as he tried to catch his breath. Tyler ran a shaky hand through his wet hair, trying to piece together the fact that not only was his chest hairy, but he’d also just jerked off to another guy— one of his past costars at that.

“I guess Stiles is kinda cute,” he begrudgingly muttered, flinching for a second. “Um, I mean Dylan.”

Tyler finished up his shower and dried himself off in a daze, struggling to wrap his head around what was going on. He knew that something was up, but whenever he tried to concentrate on it, a new growing part of his brain told him not to worry about it. Even as he dried off his hairy chest, his panic that he knew should’ve been there was barely audible.

The actor was puzzling over it as he lumbered back to his bedroom to get dressed. He opted to grab a nice designer suit of out his closet, one that was supposed to make him look like 007. Yet, when Tyler pulled on the white button shirt, he huffed in irritation over how tight it felt.

“Damn it,” he grunted, unable to close the top four buttons of the shirt over his broad chest muscles. He tried his best to suck in his stomach in order to make himself smaller, but his fuzzy pecs were too large to fit into the tiny shirt. His wide back muscles were far too wide, and his biceps threatened to tear the expensive fabric to shreds. Tyler could’ve sworn that the shirt had fit him perfectly at the store, yet now it was at least two sizes too small for him.

With an annoyed huff, Tyler tossed the shirt to the floor and stomped over to his wardrobe to find something that would fit over his muscles. As he stared at the expensive clothes in his closet, Tyler couldn’t help but feel a large bubble of animosity start to form in his gut. The thought of parading around in such garish and over-priced threads was almost repulsive to him.

Without a second thought, Tyler hurried over to his dresser and yanked on a tight, gray tank top that barely fit over his large muscles. He pulled on some worn blue jeans that hugged his butt nicely. As the finishing piece, Tyler snatched a black leather jacket out of his closet and shrugged it on, feeling much more at home in it than he would some brand name suit.

Tyler paused to look at himself in the mirror before exiting his house, noting that he looked like he was wearing his usual outfit that his character Derek Hale wore on the set of Teen Wolf. He snickered and rolled his eyes, but then gasped.

“What the hell…?” his voice trailed off when he leaned in closer to the mirror, his eyes honing in on his teeth. As impossible as it seemed, Tyler could’ve sworn that his canines were bigger. They stood out much more prominently than the rest of his teeth, looking like the actor was wearing caps over them, trying to make them look larger and sharper. “I, uh, I guess these are supposed to be the sharper teeth… Shit!”

Tyler jerked back in surprise at the way his smooth, freshly shaven chin was now covered in a trimmed beard. The way his sideburns connected to it indicated that Tyler must’ve been growing out his facial hair over the course of a few days, maybe even weeks. However, he knew for a fact that he’d shaved his face not even an hour ago, letting him know that something was indeed wrong.

In disbelief, the hairier hunk grabbed at the hairs covering his chin, shocked that they were real and attached to him.

His heart began to race in his beefy chest, but he was quickly distracted when his phone buzzed in his pocket. Despite himself, Tyler snatched it out and glanced at the screen, his stomach doing flips when he read that it was a text from Stiles/Dylan.

Hey! I’m at the party! You’re coming, right? it read.

Tyler couldn’t ignore the giddy excitement that rippled through him, and he caught himself smiling like a goofball, his larger canines poking out of his mouth.

On my way, he responded, grabbing his keys and leaving his house. 

Tyler rushed over to his garage and opened the door, not even thinking twice before hopping into his black Camaro instead of his Tesla before he sped down the street towards the party, eager to see Stiles— or Dylan.

He floored the gas pedal as he rushed to the party, irritated when he hit a red light. Tyler groaned impatiently and rested his head against the headrest in irritation. His eyes glanced towards the rearview mirror, and Tyler gasped at what he saw.

He almost tore the rearview mirror off of its fixture as he leaned closer, seeing that his brow appeared much more prominent than it should’ve. That, and his eyebrows were missing for some reason. His ears had elongated, ending in points that protruded far off his head.

Tyler ran a disbelieving hand over his facial features, feeling ridiculous. He had just enough awareness to recall looking in the mirror on the set of Teen Wolf, seeing the same exact look whenever he was made up into Derek Hale’s beta form. Yet, he could feel the nerve endings whenever he touched his new canine ears, paling at what that indicated—

HONK! 

The car behind him blared its horn as the light turned green, snapping Tyler out of his panic.

Tyler just bared his teeth in the mirror and continued on his way. All of the cars on the road, the bright lights of the city, and the too poppy songs on the radio all seemed to get under the stud’s skin, and a firm scowl planted itself onto his handsome face.

It wasn’t long until Tyler pulled up in front of a large convention center that had a valet service up front. He stopped and got out of his Camaro, unable to hold back the intimidating snarl when he tossed the valet his keys.

“There better not be a scratch on it when I get back,” he muttered, noting the deeper quality to his voice. He cleared his throat as he walked up towards the entrance where a large bouncer stood, clipboard in hand.

“Name?” the bouncer asked.

“Derek Hale,” Tyler answered automatically, flinching and clearing his throat again. “Sorry about that, my name’s Der— er, Tyler Hoechlin.” He didn’t know why saying his name seemed like some Herculean feat, the actor having to clench his fists in order to get it out of his mouth.

The bouncer simply looked down at the list on the clipboard before nodding and ushering Tyler inside.

Tyler rubbed at his temples as he tried to piece together what was happening. However, the second he stepped foot inside, all of his senses appeared to have heightened as they were all assaulted at once. 

Tyler winced at the onslaught of stimuli: the lights in the room were far too bright and he had to nearly squint in order to adjust his sight; the music was blaring out of the speakers, blasting at a near deafening volume; and the stench of overpriced alcohol singed his nostrils, making him grimace. The stud was ready to about face until a familiar scent wafted by.

It took a few seconds for Tyler to realize that he’d been sniffing at the air like a search dog, blushing once he’d been made aware of the other celebrities eying him confusedly. Still, the familiar smell of curly fries alerted him to someone else’s presence, and he found himself barreling through the crowd towards the source.

Tyler’s gaze honed in on Stiles, the cute guy standing over by one of the tables. He was dressed in a suit that had a red coat that made Tyler’s heart flutter in his chest. Immediately, he felt his scowl starting to loosen up the slightest bit, and the more he approached, the quicker Tyler noticed the other guy talking to Stiles.

“Grrr…” Tyler growled out of instinct. As soon as the animalistic sound left his lips, the shocked stud slapped a hand over his mouth. He had no idea why he’d literally just growled like a dog, but once he looked back over at Stiles and the other man talking, he couldn’t prevent the sound from uttering from his lips once more, his large chest vibrating from the noise.

Stiles picked up on the noise and looked over in his direction, smiling and waving him over. “Hey!” he called.

Tyler ceased growling and couldn’t prevent the wide smile from growing on his face as he hurried over to his boyfriend— or past costar. As Tyler was trying to figure out why he was so eager to see the other guy, he wasn’t even aware of the fact that he wrapped a possessive arm around Stiles’s waist, pulling the smaller guy closer into him.

Stiles turned to the other man. “Jeff, you remember Derek, right?” he asked before furrowing his brow in confusion.

The other guy just looked over at Tyler and nodded. “I sure do,” he grinned, holding out his hand for Derek to shake. 

At first, the werewolf just sneered at the other man’s hand, jealousy still coursing through his veins. However, after a slight nudge from Stiles, Derek begrudgingly took it and squeezed it tightly, enjoying the slight wincing from the other man. “Nice to meet you,” he grunted.

Jeff didn’t look too fazed. “As I was telling Dylan, er, Stiles over here,” he said, “I was hoping to hear more about your stories in Beacon Hills. I’m with a large production company that would love to—”

“Not interested,” Derek interrupted, having absolutely zero desire to have his pack’s business advertised in any manner. He was as anti-social as they came, and the idea of talking to some big shot production guy made his headache grow.

Jeff frowned. “…yeah, I guess I did write him like this…”

Derek ignored that, and instead held on tightly to Stiles as he led him out of the crowd of people and towards the exit. They left the convention center and handed the valet the ticket.

“Der,” Stiles piped up, looking just as confused as he was, “um, how the hell did we get in LA?”

Derek’s brow furrowed too as he scratched at the back of his head. He felt like something was wrong, hearing some quiet voice in the back of his head that said that he wasn’t an alpha werewolf. For a brief second, his hairy muscles felt far too big and he wondered why he was so turned on by another man. However, the voice was immediately silenced when Stiles interlocked his fingers with his.

“No fuckin’ clue,” Derek finally said, shaking his head as he took the keys back from the valet. He and Stiles got into the Camaro, and Derek sped down the street back towards Beacon Hills. 

The alpha werewolf rested his arm around the headrest of Stiles’s seat, the motion making his large biceps stretch his leather jacket slightly. Stiles leaned in closer to him, resting his head on his broad shoulder. Derek couldn’t help but puff out his hairy chest with pride, his inner wolf howling with content.

Derek Hale smiled widely, absolutely loving his life.

The Circus

YOUR HIRED!

It had been a serious night of partying for the gang. Celebrating Connors 21st was always going to be a huge deal for them. They’d been saving for a few months and had wasted no time with pre drinking at their flat before they even set foot into the carnival. It had been on their calendar for some time, posters had appeared weeks ago and being Connors birthday, it seemed like a no brainer that they all get drunk and go.

Now, several hours of shouting and making scenes throughout the small park. The three of them we blind drunk, and looking for their next ride. Connor, holding an empty plastic glass, threw it at a near by beer stand. “Bruv, gimme another one!” as he took out some cash and shoved towards him. The man half smiled as some other customers backed off slightly “Course, just let me serve these people first, then ill get to you” But the other two members of his little gang had other ideas. “Na, he’s a birthday boy so you do it alright!” The barman sighed as the man and woman he was serving both gestured to carry on, sympathizing. The barman turned “Ok then lads, beer comin up” as he grabbed the cans and plastic cups. “Anything else I can-“ “Yeah mate, fucking do one haha!” as They grabbed the beers and turned away, Zac holding his finger up, the barman looking equally angry and disgusted by them as they disappeared out of sight laughing like animals.

“Dude!” Rick began “Why’d ya gotta be such an animal!” as Connor continued to swig his beer. “Can’t help it if I’m the bigger man bruv!” and they bro fisted, loudly shouting as the approached a much darker looking building. “Oh my god lads-“ they all stopped, looking up at the unlit façade. FREAK SHOW was written in bulbs, all turned off. It was partly unpainted, the doors weren’t even on yet. Rick walked over to a fence and read out the sign pinned to it “FREAK SHOW is still looking for staff. Please come back soon” Connor punched the fence “For fu#ks sake!” before he noticed the large tents and cages behind the half finished building. A grin began to spread across his fresh 21 year old face. “How bout we have a look bros?” Rick and Zac both exchanged drunk glance “Won’t they just -hic- throw us out?” But Connor stood up straight and tapped the sign. “Says they need staff, can just blag it! Say we came to have a look at the job innit!” Connor always had a way with convincing the gang and in another few seconds of drunk nodding they were all in agreement. The three blokes walked slowly for the large wooden door, acting casual as they leaned against the front bellow the large unlit letters above. “Looks clear lads” Connor whispered laughing to himself. They all checked one by one, peering right and left for anyone who might see them before dashing inside under the wooden sign. ‘YOU ARE NOW ENTERING – THE FREAK SHOW!’

They found themselves inside a large tent, with one side joined to the buildings façade. There was a half build walkway that lead deeper. Its tall wooden walls painted with monsters and jungles made it hard to see far. “Oh damn it’s dark dude” Rick said under his breath as he bumped into Zac. Ahead, Connor had grabbed his phone and was using it to look around. “Woah” he gasped, pushing his grinning face into gaps and openings. The show was lined with cages and chains, they all seemed empty though as Connor pushed open a large cage door. It squeaked loudly as it swung open.  Revealing the large space inside. Connor wasted no time walking inside reaching up. “Cant even reach the roof. What they got in here an elephant?” Rick and Zac stood by the large steel bars looking in as Connor paced the space. It was at least 10ft by 10ft box of steel bars and had a car tyer hanging from the celling.

Zac stepped forwards, rattling one of the solid steel bars from the outside “No idea, but I doubt they’ll find anything legally. This looks like a bear cage or sommit” Suddenly there was a loud squeak from the hinges and a crash of metal against metal as the huge gate swung back and slammed into position. The lock made a solid sounding ‘clunk’ as it hit. “What the-?!” Connor shouted, running back to the door and pulling. “Oh sh#t-it won’t open!” Zac and Rick both lept to the cage door and pulled hard. “It’s not budging!” Zac strained as a tough voice laughed at them from the dark. “Oh this is too perfect”

A bulky man, in a white vest and braces that seemed to be straining against his huge chest and broad shoulders, stepped out from the dark. He crossed his bulging arms and stood imposingly across from them. He had a rough face, a nose that looked like it had been broken once, and smiled at them. He didn’t look like he was a guy you wanted to piss off. “Er, sorry mate we just-hic-came to have a look about the jobs innit” Connor lied as Rick and Zac stood either side. The man pulled out a large joint and sparked it. “Job ay? Well I see you chose your position” tapping the steel bars and taking a long drag, then blowing it in his direction. The smoke began slowly swirling around him like it had a life of its own. “Yeah-just got lost heh- so er- you got the key?” Rick asked as the man laughed again standing upright. “I’m Gaz. I own this place. Been looking for some new workers, glad your three turned up when ya did” In one smooth action slid between Rick and Zac and threw his huge, heavy arms over their shoulders. Holding them close like a school bully, easily twice their size. “So what’s the plan lads? Make yaselves more a nuisance? Give more of my staff crap? Or maybe its breaking and entering?!”  Rick and Zac’s faces drained, this guy was the owner? And he seemed to know about their night so far. Connor felt weird, coughing as more of the green smoke seemed to be getting in his lungs and eyes as he pleaded “Na for real-we just came in here -COUGH-  This is kidnapping dude!”  Zac tried to pull away but Gaz held them both him and Rick firmly in place. Biceps pressing against him. “Now now, You won’t wanna miss this” Connor meanwhile was breathing hard, his body was hot and sweat patches were appearing on his neck and pits as he backed away from the bars.

Rick gasped confused “W-what’s happening to him?!” Gaz smirked “I’ve decided to give you all jobs after all. Starting with ya Birthday boy here.” He leant over, speaking to Rick directly. “He WAS in the cage after all”

Connor finally fell forwards, clutching his chest as his shirt felt impossibly tight. It was almost soaked, he looked like he’d been in a gym all day and stank just as badly. “Arugh-this-this is insane!” Connor shouted through gritted teeth from the floor as his shirt started to tear along his back. Revealing a thin strip of slightly thicker, slightly darker skin bristling with tiny hairs. Zac and Rick watched in horror as their best friend kept growing. Soon his shirt bust open, showing off a large chest covered with thick black hairs that soon met the ones on his back. He was quickly carpeted and the black hairs started to look damp as sweat started to gather and soak into it.

He ran his huge fingers through the fur, it was thick, so wet with man sweat and stink it came away on his fingers. Gasping as his ass finally ripped a hole in his jeans, trying to keep up with his whole body’s steady expansion. The hole itself showed a thick meaty crack so covered in hair you couldn’t see it for stink and fur that was only getting thicker as it spread across his body.

“GRRRRAH! M-Make It Stop DUude! I’m SorrY!” as he felt the hairs spread up his neck, joining with a huge beard and sideburns to his head. Completing the single carpet of fur that linked around his wide pecs, belly, ass and legs. All slowly growing wider, bulkier and nastier by the second. His pecs were rounding out, nipples huge but soon even they were matted under his fur. His pits had gained special attention, for some reason the hair was longer and his larger frame stopped him from being able to close them. The stink wafted out with the hairs, the gap only getting larger as his gut, pecs and biceps grew.

Gaz laughed n reply to Connors remark, still smoking “Oh ok, so either of you two wanna take his place?“ Rick and Zac straight away shook their heads “N-Na mate, please” as Connor growled angrily. “You FUckerS!” His back cracked as what was left of his shirt, trousers and shoes tore off his expanding frame. His feet were now wider than bin lids and covered in thick black hairs longer than old head hair. “GuuAAHAH!” He boomed as he fell backwards, loosing his balance, landing flat on his ass in the tattered remains of his clothes. “OWWW! MA BAALLS-OOK!” He yelped as his huge legs twitched from the pain of nearly crushing the two bean bag sized nuts.  Legs now spread apart wide by his huge rounded ball gut and a bulge so massive his boxers looked like an old hulk comic he finally stopped for breath. Sweat rolling off his entire body, like an anima he was covered hair from head to toe that looked like pubes, long, wiry, untamed and stinking.

“Oh…fu#k….” Zac mouthed from under the arm of Gaz as he and Rick could only watch as their best friend was transformed into some sort of monstrous freak right in front of them. Gaz laughed out loud “Oh damn bro, you stink” as the thick ripe smell reached the three of them, making the cage smell how it looked. The place somehow started to feel more complete Gaz thought. Connors huge gut, now easily taller than his old friends by itself and still pooling sweat under it, rumbled loudly. Connor raised his huge 2 feet wide hands to his gut, holding the massive alien flesh as it vibrated under them. Even to his new massive frame, all his body parts, feet, chest, belly and hands, were all comically oversized making him look stocky even for 14ft tall. “OOoooooo-GuT-HURT” he just managed to say as his ass finally released. His boxers must have taken the brunt of the damage as they immediately snapped from the back and sprang around him, leaving him finally naked. A huge, thick, sweaty sack large enough to sleep in, containing at least a fridges worth of cum in two truck tire sized nuts, with a girthy, fur covered 5 foot flaccid cock laying over them.

“FRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTRRTRTRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT” It was loud, long, and wet. Like a slob builder on a night of beer and kebab times 1000. His gut rumbled again as Connor couldn’t stop himself burping this time, his hand lazily scratching his hairy gut as if on auto pilot. “BURRRRRPRPRRRRRRRRRPP-OooooFuOOCK!” he tried to stop it but again, he was struggling to resist.

“HELLOOOP MEOOOK” He tried to speak but new teeth were growing in and making it hard to make words, his head hurt and last but not least, Connor was starting to feel himself slipping away. He could still see and feel, but his control was giving in. He thumped the floor with huge hands angrily. His massive shoulders flexed as his biceps popped out into huge 5 foot wide balls of meat.

Zac stepped forwards slowly, unable to process what he was seeing or smelling. Gaz let him slip from under his arm. “That’s-That’s insane-“ he uttered slowly, watching Connor try to both beg for help and scratch every new part of himself. “C-can’t you turn him back?” He turned to Gaz, now sparking up a new green smoked joint. “Oh sure I can-bit I ain’t gonna do that” Rick looked at him. “But you’ve fu#ked him. You’ve made him into a monster-y-your a damned monster!” as he pushed Gaz away from him. The two now stood by the cage as Gaz just grinned. “You gave me the idea by the way rick” Gaz grinned. “Didn’t you say and I quote -Why’d ya gotta be such an animal- huh? Seems like you did this to your selves. Or Rick did this to you anyway ay birthday boy” He leered, making eye contact with the new hulking ape through the bars.

Inside Connor knew his mates didn’t do this to him, he tried to shout for help again, tell them to run. Instead, he growled. Gut heavy he slowly pulled himself up onto his thick knuckles. Balls scraping the dirty floor as he stood up. Wet with sweat as he paused to get his balance. He was hunched over, his face pressing forwards and his ears were stuck out 90’ angles. He looked dumber and dumber by the second, while his old mind fell into a back seat. ‘Let me out! I’m sorry! I fu#king stink! Ow its horrible man! Make it stop ill do anything!” but his huge body ignored him and just ooked. Lashing out as he punched the cage wall, now focused on stinking, eating and being as disgusting as he could be. “ME WANT-“ He almost said before he caught a sniff of something. He slowly looked under his thick arm, and followed the black wet hair to the long pit hair than hung down about a meter under each arm. Thick with sweat and musk. “Oh god no! Please, uh, I’m gonna be sick!” he screamed internally as his body licked, he loved it. He stuck his nose in, it wrapped over his face and he used his arm other arm to lift his pit more to get his head in deeper. He rolled onto his back. His ball twitched as his rod began to react to the sensory overload.

“Zac…oh fu#k check out his dick dude” Rick pointed but Zac was already staring in horror and shock, even some jealously as his 5 foot rod became 6 foot, then 7. It pushed up to 8 long and wide feet in length, before its own mass made it drop slowly to the floor with his balls. His massive hand lept down without any hesitation and began to pump. His head still in his pit. But one hand wasn’t big enough. It was too wide even for him. He lower his arm and began to beat off with both hands. But without the stink of his pits it started to go soft, he lifted his arm again “OOOoOOOOH! OOK! SO GUD OOOK” Dumb words slipping though as he went from whacking off to sniffing himself as he was left, rolling around like an animal in his stinking den.

Gaz waved a hand as the joint smoke wafted up over Zac and Ricks heads to create a long sign that attached to the roof of the cage. “THE GREAT APE! THE UNTAMED ANIMAL!”  Gaz sounded out “Nice ring to it ay lads, and oh yeah” he snapped his fingers, before several lights appeared and the door seemed to fix and repair around them. Soon music began to play as Connor sat back, slightly confused by the noises. “Now the freak shows open, at last am I right-“ he grabbed Rick and Zac under his arms again as he pulled them away from their old friend. “Come back! Please don’t leave me like this!” He shouted out, but all they heard as they were led away was a loud burp, followed by frantic ooks as huis balls clenched and finally his shaft stood rock solid as it gushed gallons of thick ropes of jizz all over his cage and himself. Sealing his transformation into the Freak Ape Man forever as he shouted and struggled in silence to escape inside his stinking, musk prison.

“Don’t worry bout him” Gaz said with a husky reassuring voice as he manhandled them out the tent. They couldn’t help but want him back, Zac had always followed what Connor had said since they met, this had all been for HIS birthday and now… Even Rick walked dazed and shocked, his eyes wide as he realized they were probably Next, but at least they weren’t in the freak show they both thought. Gaz meanwhile, pulled them between the caravans of workers and ‘behind the scenes’ of his carnival as guests began to flow into the new Freak show. Grinning like a thug as he pushed them towards the other broken rides. “So many jobs to fill lads-“ he took a long drag on his cigar like joint, talking out the side of his mouth “-What ARE we gonna do with you two then ay”

Zac and Ricks Story will Continue in Part 2…

Lemme know what ya thought of the part 1 lads. Only gets worse for the lads from here on…

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Muscle BULL

(at time of writing muscle bull won the vote so I hope you enjoy)

Mikey took one last picture in front of the gym mirror, showing off every bulging muscle of his tight and toned frame. He typed his wish into the ask box "I wish for a change (but I wanna keep my muscle)" and looked into the mirror waiting for his changes to begin.

As soon as he pressed send Mikey felt his body begin to pulse and swell. He heard the sound of his skin stretching as his muscles swelled up underneath. Mikey grabbed his pec feeling it bulge and swell bigger, the pulses of growth matching his heart beat.

"ah, fuck yeaahhhh" Mikey moaned flexing in the mirror.

The growth began to slow down, Mikey put on some cloths feeling them tight over his massive body, unable to stop flexing to himself and laughing at how muscle bigger he had grown. He left the locker room to test his new massive body in the gym.

After an hour in the gym Mikey realised he had lifted a barbell maybe once. He was too busy staring at his massive frame in the gym mirror. Other guys around him looked puny, he looked almost over grown but he loved the size.

Mikey took a deep breath flexing again but feeling something strange in his pelvis. A butterfly like sensation stirring in his groin, Mikey looked down and moaned watching as the fabric around his dick expanded and stretched out. His eyes widened and he bit his bottom lip watching it expand and grow bigger. Mikey got up and left the gym, in such a rush he forgot his bag, he got in his car feeling another surge of growth. Driving home as fast as he legally could Mikey anxiously rubbed his groin feeling a surge of pleasure as he touched it. He wanted to lift up his waist band but was even more desperate to enjoy himself as soon as he saw what was under it.

Mikey pulled up in his driveway getting out of his car, feeling what felt like his balls now so big they rubbed against his thighs. Suddenly another pulse of growth washed over his groin.

"AWWWW FUCCKKKKKKK" Mikey moaned out falling back to lean on the side of his car.

Mikey tried to run to his door but it was more of a waddle feeling the squeeze in-between his legs, Mikey shut his door and leant against it, staring up at the ceiling he moaned feeling one last massive surge. **RIIIIIIIIIIIIIPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP**

Mikey heard his gym shorts tear apart and felt his underwear snap. Mikey let out a excited laugh looking down at his new package but it wasn't his dick that he saw. Mikey's face quickly soured as he saw a massive pink udder sagging in place of where his dick would be.

"w..w...w-WHAT THE FUCK" Mikey started to panic, grabbing onto one of his new four dick.

Another sudden pulse hit him and Mikey watched as his new sagging udder swelled up even more he felt it become tight, and then painfully tight, completely full.

"WHAT HAPPENED TO MY DICK"

Mikey slid down against his door until he was sitting on the floor. He placed both his hands around the massive round udder. All four of his dicks began to leak pre.

"oh god...what the fuck do I do with this thing"

Mikey started jerking one of his dicks, his head fell back slamming against the door as he felt the best pleasure he's felt in his entire life. It was barely 30 second before he came and his dick squirted cum over his chest and wall. Mikey couldn't help but move onto the next one, feeling the intense pleasure, and again and then again. By the time he finished one another was rock solid. Mikey stood up wiping the cum off his massive body, moaning at his full cock udder than still felt like it was gonna burst.

Mikey walked to his bedroom and saw his huge body in the mirror, he flexed and posed his new huge muscles, he was the biggest man he's ever seen. His body took up most of his mirror and his giant hand struggled to hold his phone. His eyes wondered down his enormous frame.

Mikey let out a deep sigh dropping his phone on the ground. He stared at the massive cock udder that was now the size of a beach ball. He wrapped both his hands around his, jiggling it up and down hearing sloshing from inside. The four dicks instantly became hard from the slightest touch. Mikey have it a slight squeeze watching as all four dicks squirted cum onto his mirror.

"Oh god, I look like a fucking cow..."

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hope you ladz can enjoy this one, its been a while and I'm trying to get back into the swing of it all.

Animal in Bed

I freakin’ love being fucked like this. When he can’t rail his meat deep enough up into my guts. It’s full body contact. He holds me in place. His spit is drooling onto my neck and the side of my face. His sweat is literally saturating me as he keeps rocking forward without pulling back. His fuck-rhythm leaves me just enough time to relax and bear down against his hard cock, while priming me for a load of his seed.

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