I've Always Wanted To Be A Big And Hairy Muscular Man, But I Was Not Blessed With That Kind Of Body.

I've always wanted to be a big and hairy muscular man, but I was not blessed with that kind of body. Any way you can help me out?

Imagine if it were an instant transformation...

You were sitting at your desk at work, annoyed that you had at attend some stupid meeting that really could've been an email. You glanced at the clock and knew that you had to head to conference room soon.

You were in the middle of rolling your eyes when-- BWOMPH!

All of your clothes were torn to shreds as your body exploded. The chair you were in groaned as it supported your new immense weight.

"Wh-what..." you trailed off, struggling to wrap your head around what happened, or why your voice sounded incredibly deep. Your body clashed together in ways it wasn't supposed to: arms rested on lats, thighs pressed together, and pecs rested on a cresting roidgut.

You glanced down at yourself, shocked when you saw an incredibly hairy and muscular body, looking like you were a bara, off-season bodybuilder.

"Holy shit," you muttered to yourself in awe as you bounced your new hairy pecs and flexed a massive bicep, marveling at its sheer size.

Even your cock had packed on some serious size, looking like it struggled to be contained in the colorful speedo that seemingly appeared out of nowhere. It strained to wrap around your new, hairy bulk, looking painted on. The back of it even shifted up between your rotund cheeks.

Your warning alarm beeped, letting you know that it was time to head to the meeting. You looked down at your hairy new muscles and knew that none of the clothes you had on you would cover up your inflated form.

But then a new memory popped into your head...

For some reason, you knew with one-hundred percent certainty that if you were to go home and shuffle through your closet and dresser, the only article of clothing that you'd be able to find would be the skimpiest, brightest colored speedos.

You owned no pants to cover up your thick thighs and shield away your bubblebutt. And you had no shirts to cover your hairy muscletits.

Your new bulk would be forever on display.

And you loved it!

You leapt out of your office chair and headed out the building instead of going to the stupid meeting, eager to show off your new body to everyone who crossed your path.

Can you help me out? i love my boyfriend a lot, BUT, i also think his dad is super hot. what should i do?

You and your boyfriend had just gotten back to your place after a lovely date night. You enjoyed your time with your man, whom you truly love with all of your heart and you can imagine spending the rest of your life with, but there was one teeny tiny issue that lingered in the back of your mind:

You couldn’t help but make mental comparisons of your boyfriend with his dad. Whereas your boyfriend was skinny and youthful, his dad was a pure rugged man. Seriously, he oozed masculinity and looked like he belonged on the front packaging of a certain paper towel brand.

You’d almost drooled when your boyfriend had introduced you to him, and then started to get hopeful that your man had inherited his manly genes.

“It’s a little early still,” your boyfriend said, snapping you out of your daze. “It’d be a shame if it were to end.” He gave you a coy grin, making you laugh.

“Well, c’mere then,” you slyly responded, beckoning him towards the bed where you sat.

In a manner that was meant to be sexy, your boyfriend slowly began to unbutton his shirt, shimmying out of it when the both of you paused.

“What the…?” he wondered aloud as he ran a shaky hand over his flat chest, feeling the thick hairs that had magically sprouted over it.

Usually, your man was smooth, so the new chest hair was a jolt to you both. 

Before either of you could react, the hairs started to grow more, traveling out across his slender chest and down his stomach. It thickened over his limbs and even moved upwards to his neck and jaw, giving him some serious scruff.

Your boyfriend ran his hands over his new body hair in confusion, but then winced as soon as his body began to expand.

“What’s happening to me?!” he panicked, watching as all the muscles in his body ballooned.

Your boyfriend’s newly hairy pecs inflated and packed on size as they rounded out, protruding out in front of him. His little, pert nipples shuddered before they expanded and stuck out in large nubs. His shoulders broadened as his back widened, his arm muscles inflating too. Next, his legs grew bigger as his thighs widened, and calf muscles packed on more meat. The new size of his lower half ripped his pants to shreds, leaving the tattered denim to fall to his feet. This gave you an uninterrupted view of his cock, which lengthened out in spurts before it rocketed to attention, standing at an impressive eight inches.

Finally, you witnessed your boyfriend’s face become rougher as it matured. Slight wrinkles that were more indicative of experience appeared on his face as his lower jaw widened and squared out. As a last touch, his hair progressively lightened until it was a grayish color.

Where your cute boyfriend had stood mere seconds before was now his manly looking dad.

“What the hell…” your boyfriend, now in his dad’s body, muttered, shocked by the deeper quality of his voice. However, he also winced at how familiar it sounded.

In a hurry, he rushed over towards the bathroom (with you tailing behind), his hard cock bobbing in front of him the whole way. He slammed himself inside and looked in the mirror, paling at what he saw.

“Babe?” he asked in his deeper voice. “Why do I look like my dad?”

His meaty, hairy pecs heaved with panic as he explored his new daddy body. He ran his hands over his larger muscles in shock, confused by how good it felt to run his fingers through his new chest hair.

You couldn’t help it. You were so turned on by watching the man you loved turn into the man you lusted after. “I think you look great…” you smiled, “…Daddy.”

On cue, your boyfriend’s bigger cock twitched at the sound of you calling him Daddy.

Your boyfriend’s very smart, so it didn’t take much for him to put two and two together. Still, he was so insanely turned on in his new body, and he swung you over his broadened shoulder, carrying you towards the bedroom where you can explore his new daddy body.

You want to be turned into a beefy musky himbo? 

Hmm, this is the first time I’m getting a willing participant to be TF’d, so let’s see how it goes…

Success!

You woke up one morning and waddled into your bathroom, shocked to see a completely different refection staring back at you in the mirror. Where a little, skinny twink should have been was instead a total stud. Muscle upon muscle and a killer smile stared back. You couldn’t help but flex both of your massive arms, marveling at the sheer size of your biceps which inflated with power.

Your pits reeked with musk, but the more you sniffed at the manly smell, the harder you felt.

“Nice!” you chuckled in your deep voice, which sounded a little slower than normal. You shrugged it off and lumbered down the hall, eager to show off your new body to all who were willing to take it in.

You exited your apartment and basked in the numerous jaws that dropped from the many spectators who stared at your body. You couldn’t fight the cocky smirk that formed on your face and again, you flexed your massive muscles to show off to the smaller guys.

“Dude!” your downstairs neighbor, a classmate in one of your college courses, hissed rushing towards you. “What the hell are you doing?!”

You’d always thought that he was cute. He was on the soccer team, but thanks to your growth, you now beat him in both height and muscle mass. Plus, the more you flexed, the more that stench from your manly musk penetrated your nostrils, turning you on even more. It was all you could do to stare at your hot neighbor as he ran towards you, and you began to imagine how hot it would be for him to run his hands all over your muscles.

“Showin’ off my bod, Bruh!” you responded, finding your new speech pattern a little odd. You’d never spoken in such a slow register or referred to someone as ‘Bruh’ before, but you realized that you couldn’t seem to concentrate on it with such a hot stud near you.

“Showing off a little too much!” your neighbor pointed out, gesturing towards your lower half.

Confused, you cocked your eyebrow and looked down at your waist, gasping as you noticed that you were completely naked with your hard cock out for all to see. You couldn’t believe that in your excitement, you’d rushed out of your place with no clothes on… 

In fact, the more you tried to think about it, the more an unsettling feeling started to sink in. It was so hard to concentrate on a single thought. All that filtered through your mind was how hot the man next to you was and how badly you wanted his cock. Your thoughts were painfully slow, and try as you might, you struggled to even think about where you worked or even what classes you were taking at the university.

The blood drained from your face the more you realized how your wish to become a himbo had affected you. You were now a dumb muscle whore, reeking of manly musk and too slow to think about anything beside flexing for other men and getting your ass pounded by cock after cock.

Speaking of which, your hard cock twitched with want the more you stared at your neighbor who tried to lead you back into your apartment to shield your naked form from prying eyes.

“Wanna fuck?” you asked in your slow voice as you waddled inside, your hard cock bobbing in front of you with every step.

I hope that you enjoy your new life as a himbo. You might not be able to do much else beside lift and fuck, but at least you got a killer bod out of it.

Part 1

It had been about a week since that fateful day when Vincent De Haître’s ass had somehow inflated to epic proportions. The former cyclist now cringed whenever he had to go out in public, unable to wear anything over his expansive rear except for the tightest spandex bottoms, which sill strained to bursting to cover up his massive cheeks. 

Vince always looked like he was trailing two beachballs behind him. His inflated ass jutted away from his lower back, looking like a shelf one could rest a wineglass on, and it jiggled like crazy whenever he waddled around. 

The bottom-heavy stud knew that his career as a cyclist was now over, and he was starting to feel defeated as he hid away in his house when his manager called him with a proposition.

“Porn?” Vince had gasped when he’d heard what his manager had had in mind. “No fuckin’ way.”

“You already had an OnlyFans, what’s the difference?” his manager had countered. “Besides, there’s a growing audience for bubblebutt bottoms.”

Vince was hesitant at first. He wasn’t gay and the thought of another man fucking him made him feel little queasy. However, he knew that it was going to be close to impossible to find any other sort of job with his new butt. Taking a defeated look at the massive cheeks, he finally agreed.

Fortunately for the bottom-heavy stud, it didn’t take long for Vince to settle into his role as a bottom for gay porn. He always had the stipulation that his face was obscured so that no one could ever know that the former cyclist had fallen so far. The company he filmed for even allowed him to film the videos himself, letting him use his phone so that he could upload the videos himself or send it to them for editing. Plus, to make the transition easier, Vince was surprised to see that his videos were wildly popular, with many of the viewers commenting on how hot his new massive ass was. It filled Vince with a sense of bittersweet pride: he was still miffed over the loss of his old life, but was a little relieved that there was still a way for him to maintain some semblance of glory.

The next week, Vince was filming another video that had him bent over the kitchen counter and getting pounded by an incredibly hung bodybuilder. The muscle man’s thick ebony muscles glistened underneath the fluorescents due to the oil that he’d covered himself with. With a ski mask over his face, Vince strained his lean arms as his massive cheeks jiggled from the pounding they were receiving. Due to time constraints, Vince had to live stream this video; and from his vantage point, he could see all the comments filing in on the phone, letting him know that he had hundreds of guys jacking off to him at this very moment.

“Mmm,” the bodybuilder hummed, “I can’t believe I get to fuck this giant ass, finally.”

“Been watching my stuff for a while, Stud?” Vince said through gritted teeth. The cock in his ass was much larger than any of the others he’d ever taken, making it a little hard for him to ease into it.

The muscle man grunted and placed both of his beefy hands on Vince’s trim waist. “Been paying close attention ever since you won Gold in Bolivia,” the man commented, a smirk detectable in his deep voice.

Vince felt the blood drain from his face at the horrifying realization that this man knew who he was and could potentially blow his cover. “Wh-what are you talking about?” Vince panted, wincing as the other man picked up speed.

“Relax, Vincent,” the bodybuilder laughed, condescendingly running a beefy hand along the shocked stud’s back, “I gave you those nice cheeks, so it’s only natural that I get to enjoy them.”

“What?!” Vince nearly shouted, straightened up and looking over this shoulder to stare down the grinning muscle man. “You did this to me?!” He gestured at the two large globes affixed to him.

“Surprised?” the man purred.

There was a terrifying tingling sensation, and Vince’s eyes bulged out of his skull as his already-giant ass began to inflate even more. It lifted out and rounded even more than previously thought possible. The bodybuilder even had to shuffle his feet backwards a little in order to make room for the growing cheeks. Vince’s stomach dropped as they just kept going and going. If his spandex bottoms were tight before, there was absolutely no way they’d manage to fit over his new ass now. Eventually the tingling finished, making it look like Vince’s ass had gone from basketballs to full on beach balls, comically huge on his toned body.

Vince looked up at the bodybuilder with pleading eyes, opening his mouth to beg for him to change him back. However, instead all that came out was a low moan. 

“Ooohhh,” Vince moaned hungrily, curling his toes as he was instantly hit with such a surge of lust that he nearly swooned. His ass felt like it was electrified and the massive cock that was still inside of it was feeding it more power.

The muscle man kept smirking and resumed thrusting his hips, making the bottom stud roll his eyes back and continue moaning like a bitch in heat.

“How’s this for a trick?” the bodybuilder asked. “Now you’ll never be able to get off ever again unless you have another man’s cock up that giant ass of yours… and it’s being streamed for all to see.” He then reached over and snatched the mask off of Vince’s head, exposing his moaning face for all to see.

Even more comments filtered across the screen as people were shocked to see that the stud with the incredibly giant ass was none other than Vincent De Haître.

Vince felt a stab of humiliation over what his life had become. Now he knew that he had no other choice but to become a gay porn star. His ass was so massive that he doubted that he’d even be able to leave his house without being cited for indecency due to not being able to cover it. And he knew he was developing a deep-seeded hunger for cock up his ass. He wanted to yell at the bodybuilder for what he’d done to him, to beg him to return his ass to its regular size.

His massive ass cheeks continued to ripple, the shaking sending thunderous pleasure waves straight to his cock. Vince felt himself tense up and he couldn’t stop the loud moan from escaping his lips as he came on camera for all to see.

“OOohhh!” Vince nearly shrieked, his cum splashing all over the kitchen counter. As he spasmed, his hyperbolic bubblebutt bounced and shook, demanding complete attention from all of his viewers.

“Citizens of Metropolis!” the super villain, Mega Nerd, announced to the panicking crowd of people who tried to flee the chaotic scene. He sat atop his mechanized machine that resembled a throne straight out of a kaiju film. He clutched onto a bright red piece of machinery that was in the shape of a hairdryer, albeit shiny and with blinking blue lights along the shaft. “The time has come for you all to except me as your unconditional ruler!”

The maniacal man laughed atop his large robot, jubilation flowing through his veins as he began to feel as if he’d finally accomplished his first step to complete world domination.

“Not so fast, Mega Nerd!” came the deep bellow of Superman.

The villain narrowed his spectacled eyes at the muscled-up hero who flew in at an amazing speed and landed nimbly on his feet right in front of the robot. Superman crossed his buff arms over his thick chest, the red and blue material of his costume straining to contain his impressive bulk. Even his large bulge was thrusted forward by his thick thighs, seemingly taunting the villain who scowled with envy.

“Yay! It’s Superman! He’s come to save us!” numerous citizens began to cheer.

The spandex-clad hero cracked his knuckles, his bulging biceps flexing threateningly as he did so. “Stop the rampage now, or else I’ll have to make you stop!” he announced, the bravado and confidence coating his every words. He already knew how this would wind up: Mega Nerd would refuse to cooperate, he’d have to destroy the machine, and then he’d kick Mega Nerd’s ass (he sucks at hand-to-hand combat).

Mega Nerd, however, didn’t show an ounce of fear, but instead smiled widely as he chuckled menacingly. “I think you’ll find yourself a little incapacitated, Superman,” he taunted, raising the obscure machine that he held in his clutches.

“You wanna do this the hard way then,” Superman grunted, a little happy that he’d get to lay waste to the annoying man. “So be it.”

Superman launched himself high up into the air, flying through the smoggy air with both fists directed outwards to destroy the massive robot in one motion.

“I knew you’d be like this,” Mega Nerd teased, “and I came prepared!” With a push of one of the many flashing blue buttons, a pink laser beam fired out of the handheld machine, flickering at such a lightening speed that Superman was completely stunned when it hit him square in the pecs.

The muscled hero fell to the sidewalk, cracking the concrete from his hard landing. The laser had sent a strong vibration through him, making his muscle tense up and feel so sore, almost like he’d just spent weeks working out… particularly his lower body.

“Is that all you got?” he panted and he struggled to his hands and knees. “Some little Nerf replica?”

Mega Nerd’s eyes lit up from behind his thick glasses and his smile stretched the confines of his face. A couple of the random citizens who were brave enough to watch the battle gasped and a few of them even pulled out their phones to start recording the sore superhero.

Superman was confused at the total change in the air. He finally made it back onto his feet, nearly stumbling backwards as it seemed as if his weight was thrown off. “What the…?” he trailed off, taking a cautionary step backward, his eyes widening with shock when he felt an unfamiliar jiggle emanating from his rear. Confused, the hero looked at his reflection that showed in the glassy exterior of one of the skyscrapers, gasping at what he saw.

His ass had grown to epic proportions, jutting out from his lower back at a near ninety degree angle, stretching the blue spandex of his superhero costume to the limits. His cheeks were perfectly rotund and jiggled with every slight movement he made. His upper body looked completely out of place when it was paired with his inflated lower half.

“Wh-what did you do?!” he shouted at the villain as he gave his massive bubblebutt a tentative poke. As soon as he made contact with his inflated rear, Superman let out a low moan, throwing his head back at the insane amount of pleasure that radiated from his massive ass just being touched.

The pleasure was so insane that his mind started to cloud over and all the hunky, bottom heavy superhero could think about was his giant ass. Both of his beefy hands squeezed his own humongous cheeks, eliciting yet another lustful moan. His cock twitched to life, tenting out his elastic spandex.

Mega Nerd continued to laugh triumphantly atop his robot. “Success!” he cried out, balling up his fists with glee. “Now that the experimental butt growth ray is working, I will inflate the asses of every superhero who dares challenges me, rendering them too busy playing with their inflated ass than to fight me!”

Superman was incoherent, too busy squeezing his large cheeks than to pay attention to a word the villain was saying. His cock began to leak cum in his supersuit, forming a large wet spot in the front. His fingers couldn’t help but grope at the abundant flesh, sinking in a lot farther than they really should have. The pleasure was so blinding that the superhero didn’t care that some citizens were still filming him, or that he was cumming just from playing with his massive ass. All he could focus on was more… he had to play with his ass some more. Nothing else mattered.

Deep down, Superman cried out in humiliated agony at what his life had now become, but on the outside the muscled up superhero whined like a bitch in heat as his giant bubblebutt shook and jiggled with every movement he made.

-- -- --

Originally, this was about a different superhero, but I cannot for the life of me find the first pic, so I had to change it.

“Here’s your coffee,” Brandon said as he handed Lance a white cup.

The other man just grunted as he took the offered cup.

Brandon bit down on his lip expectantly, eying his manager cautiously as the cup was brought up towards his lips. Ever since Lance had taken on the manager position at the sporting goods store where they worked, work has been a nightmare. Lance was impatient and arrogant as hell, barking orders at every other employee and seeing himself as higher than all of them. He always strutted around the store like he was top dog and it was annoying everyone else, especially Brandon, who had been hired on at the same time as Lance.

Lance took a sip of the coffee, grimacing as he swallowed. “That’s really bitter,” he muttered, eying the other man up and down. “Did you add the cream and sugar as I’d specified?”

Brandon, a smirk forming on his face since the seller had claimed that only a sip was needed, shook his head. “Nope,” he smiled widely in the small office where they were. “I put something else in there, something I think you’ll enjoy a lot more.”

The manager jerked back in his seat at his desk, looking at his subordinate in shock. “You spiked my coffee?” he asked incredulously. “You realize I can have you arrested, let alone fired, for that…”

He was cut off when one of the buttons on his uniform polo popped off, clattering onto the small wooden desk before him. He scrunched up his brow in confusion and looked down at his shirt in time for another button to pop off, making him gasp when he saw why.

Lance’s previously toned pecs were inflating at a rapid rate. The small mounds were packing on meat as they rounded and puffed out away from his chest, starting to form a shelf. Even his nipples began to enlarge, hardening and poking conspicuously against the straining fabric of his polo.

“Wh-what’s happening to me?!” Lance panicked as he grabbed at his large muscletits, which still expanded under his exploring hands. He stood up and wobbled as the new additions to his chest threw him off balance.

Brandon couldn’t help but stare in awe, knowing that the potion he’d snuck into his manager’s coffee would have some sort of effect, but not like this. He felt so turned on as he watched the inflating man panic over his warping proportions, his cock starting to tent out his uniform khaki pants.

Meanwhile, Lance’s khakis looked like they were vacuuming around his own cock as they started to stretch over his growing ass. The stud whimpered as he looked over his shoulder, paling at the sight of his cheeks packing on size just like his now massive pecs. His bubblebutt continued to inflate until there was a loud rip that echoed throughout the small office. Lance turned around, giving Brandon a full view of the giant ass that had pushed itself through the large tear it had created. His underwear struggled to contain the massive globes, eventually riding up them, resembling more of a thong than briefs.

The warped Lance looked down at himself in horror, trying desperately to piece together what had just happened to him. Moments before, he had been toned yet lanky; but now he was more curvy with thick pecs that obscured his view of below and a giant ass that bounced with every tentative step he took.

All the while, Brandon looked at his manager, smirking as he watched the new himbo try to come to terms with his transformation.

“What happened to me?” Lance whimpered, noting his limited range of movement as his arms kept colliding with his inflated pecs as he tried to feel around his warped body. He took a step forward, wincing when he had to adopt a new stance thanks to his inflated proportions. He had to arch his back due to the massive pecs on his hairy chest and his giant ass kept wagging back and forth, almost as if it were advertising itself.

“Stop worrying and relax,” Brandon said in a calm voice.

“‘Stop worrying’?” Lance repeated incredulously. “How can I stop…” He trailed off when an unknown sense of calm washed over his new body, making him feel incredibly at ease. He was still confused over how his body could’ve changed so drastically, but he couldn’t bring himself to show any of the panic he’d felt mere seconds ago.

Brandon couldn’t help but smirk at the situation before him. “I think this going to be a better fit for you, Lance,” he grinned. “From now on, I’m the manager, and you’re my personal assistant. Got it?”

Lance wanted to argue, to demand to know why the other man was so calm. However, when he parted his lips, he was surprised to hear himself say, “Yes, Sir.”

“Go out on the floor and greet the customers,” Brandon ordered, walking around the desk and sitting down in the large chair. “And make sure to show off for them.” With a flick of his wrist, he waved the former manager away.

Lance’s heart sank in his inflated chest as he felt his legs start to propel him out of his old office. He grimaced as he realized that he was walking out on the store floor with his newly globular asscheeks on display for all to see as they bounced and swayed with every step he took. His pecs were so big that they made his polo end above his navel, looking more like a cut off. His nipples poked through the fabric for all to see, completing his himbo look that was sure to attract lots of attention.

The himbo spotted a man with a dad bod looking over some of the shoes and he felt himself saunter over, a seductive sway in his hips. He internally winced when he stopped in front of the older man, his inflated pecs bouncing with unknown want as his eyes hungrily ran up and down the man’s form. 

“Can I help you, Stud?” he practically purred, his eyes widening at how he’d addressed another man. Lance had never had a single gay thought in his life before, yet there he was in a new gay body calling another guy a stud. He wanted to run off and hide, yet the orders he’d received from his new boss forced him to stay put.

The man with the dad bod eyed Lance and smirked. “You sure you’re up for it?” he winked.

Despite screaming at himself to stop, Lance turned around and presented his enormous new ass at the man, giving it a little shake and making it bounce wildly. “I’m positive I can, Sexy,” he moaned. “Why don’t you follow me to the fitting room, and I can show you how I take care of our customers?”

The dad bod man nodded and followed behind Lance to the fitting rooms, all the while the new himbo screamed on the inside over what had happened to him. However, his cock was hardening in his pants as he closed the door to the fitting room.

All the while, Brandon sat back in his new chair and propped his feet up onto his desk as he watched the live feed from the cameras that peeked inside the fitting rooms. He felt himself grow hard at the sight of Lance in his new body bent over and getting fucked by some random guy. Lance was tugging on his larger nipples as he was fucked and his mouth was open indicating that he was moaning loudly. His eyes, however, were panicked and disbelieving.

“I love this job,” Brandon contently sighed as he continued to watch.