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Kiss in the dark; part 2
You reel, and look around. You're WAY outnumbered by these men, and your weight has shifted; a whole new new center of mass it hard to adapt to. You try to move, but all you can do is squirm. Suddenly, the big guy turns around, and pulls his shorts down. His ass is huge, and hairy as shit. It's like a fucking forest. What the fuck is he planning
You work it out
OH NO. OH NO NO NO NO N-
It's too late. He leans back, and stuffs your whole face against his huge ass. You feel yourself squeezed between his round, muscular glutes, rubbing against every one of thick black hairs. You squirm, and try to yell, but it's to no avail - you're overpowered. After what feels like for fucking ever, you peel your face away, gasping for breathe. It feels like pulling apart velcro… as if something in his forest of hair was tugging at your face, something itchy.
The horde of bears cheer, what's happening?. You look in the mirror, and...
WHAT THE FUCK HAVE YOU DONE TO ME
A thick, wet beard has been plastered all over your face. You clutch it with both hands, and run your fingers through the dense wiry hair. You lick your lips, but your once pretty, smooth face has gone. The bear's hair has taken root in your face, and from now on you're cursed to be a thick, hairy bastard like him.
It's even worse. Looking up, you see your pretty long hair is gone. Instead, the curse has shaved it clean. You look just like any of the other fuckers in the club. You touch your shiny head, and nearly start to cry. But, you're interrupted-
The bear kisses you dead on the lips, and it feels fucking incredible. Every sensation - his tongue, your beards rubbing against each other - the whole thing is electric. You feel a lump grow in your throat. Wait, not a lump, it's your Adam's apple. He pulls away and you grunt in your new, deep voice.
You want to cry. Everything has been taken from you. Your waist, your face, your voice. You try to yell, but all that comes out is a growl. The crowd laughs, each bear staring at you grinning. They know what you are now. You know what you are now.
To be continued
Furry Midnight Haul
Nobody really knows how such places come to be, but it typically doesn't take very long before they are noticed by those who had the misfortune of living nearby. Most of the time it starts with people simply having a strange, uneasy feeling if they happen to get too close. But with time, the stories behind them begin to grow and fill with new, frightening details. The locals start whispering about those who went missing after going there on a dare, or just because they did not believe the rumors and had something to prove. Unfortunately for Quinn and Leo, they weren't locals at all and heard no such warnings.
After Leo's gps sent the two of them on a goose chase across the countryside, suggesting an apparently far more optimal and 12,7% faster route that eventually turned out to take them through a good handful of different dirt roads, they somehow ended up in the absolute middle of nowhere. Somehow even despite that the duo was still in a pretty upbeat mood, chatting merrily about the amazing concert they were at earlier that evening. Unfortunately it was already well past midnight and Leo was starting to feel really worn out after all the different excitements of the day so driving much further did not seem like such a great idea.
The closest town on the map was almost an hour away and even then, it was so small that Quinn and Leo doubted they would have found an open motel there anyway. Instead they decided to spend the night in the parking lot of this old truck stop they happened to be passing at the time. It looked abandoned, but most of the lamplights around the property seemed to still be working so they hoped that at least no animals would be disturbing them till morning.
Quinn needed to take a quick leak before bedtime but Leo was so wiped that he wasted next to no time reclining his driver seat all the way back and rolling up some old sweatshirt he found on the backseat for a makeshift pillow. Of course he agreed when Quinn asked him to try and stay awake until he was back in case something were to happen. But it wasn't even a full minute after his friend closed the car door behind himself that he began dozing off.
Quinn was only planning to run behind the building and have a piss there, but as he got closer, he realized that he could see a faint light flickering behind one of the windows. Maybe this place wasn't really as abandoned as they originally thought… Upon closer inspection, he found the door to the public toilet at the side of the building, that's where the light was coming from!
Much to Quinn's surprise, while not spotlessly clean by any means the bathroom wasn't a complete sty like he would have expected and after taking a small peek, he decided to try going inside, not knowing that nobody had been there in ages. He noticed a bit of a funky, musky aroma in the air, but honestly, that wasn’t a total dealbreaker. He walked up to the stalls and found them in a more than acceptable state as well. Those were going to be useful in case that double sized chili hot dog he got at the last gas station came knocking…
But one thing that caught Quinn's eye in particular had to be graffiti that covered the walls inside the stall. He giggled, wondering if he accidentally stumbled upon some secret gay cruising spot. The drawings were pretty simple and rather crude, depicting numerous beefy, burly men, with big cocks and even bigger beards! Quinn giggled when he noticed just how much care and attention was put into drawing their junk and their body hair, but how little anything else.
Upon a closer look, it was almost like a comic book of sorts, showing the lives of a pair of particularly hairy, bearded truckers (but really, mostly just the two of them fucking each other and the men they met on the road.) One was drawn almost like a round ball with how huge his gut was and while the other had a pretty hefty potbelly too, someone definitely put the most effort into making his arms look as big and muscular as possible.
Back in the car, Leo could see those same two arms in a much greater detail. As soon as he'd fallen asleep, he found himself having a very strange dream... In it, he was also reclining in front of the steering wheel in the middle of this same parking lot, only he was inside of a huge semi truck, rather than the old sedan he got from his dad. When he tried to move, Leo realized that he was occupying the body of someone else.
Someone big… really big. Those furry arms he saw waving in front of him were just enormous! He also had a beard, and it must have been really long and bushy because Leo could see its end brushing all across his meaty, ridiculously hairy chest whenever he looked down! He immediately blushed when he realized that wasn't the only thing he could see… This guy's fly was popped wide open with a fully hard, beercan of a cock sticking straight out of it!
And the freakiest thing was that as soon as he saw it, Leo began feeling so damn horny, as if he'd just been beating it off himself… suddenly it was almost getting hard to keep himself from wrapping this furry paw that he now had for a hand around the engorged, leaking piece of meat. Why not give it a few strokes? It wasn't like he was planning on cumming before the huz was back… that thought came so naturally to Leo that it didn't really occur to him to ask who was this ‘huz’ that he was talking about.
The burly trucker whose body Leo was now inhabiting did not like to think too hard about things, especially not when he was this hard and horny himself! If Quinn had still been around, he would have seen Leo squirming in the car seat, moaning pleasurably as the coating of stubble around his mouth began sprouting darker and thicker. But what was going on inside Leo's dream in that same moment was far less tame…
After giving his swollen meat a few timid strokes, he quickly discovered just how good it could feel to jerk off in the body of such a hulking, furry beast of a man. By now he was completely consumed by lust, grunting loud and beating it so hard that his huge, hairy balls were swinging in the air. Leo could actively feel himself growing dumber, but it was impossible to resist all that pleasure. As if this mind, limited to only the horny, brutish thoughts was experiencing them with that much more intensity.
Some of this horniness must have been rubbing off on Quinn because as he continued to study the lewd graffiti, his cock started to tent up in his pants without him noticing. His eyes were so tightly glued to the drawings that he also failed to realize that little by little, the space around him was changing. Paint was losing its vibrant color and peeling off the walls, the white tiles on the floor turning to shades of grey and freely overgrowing with grime. The unwashed smell of sweaty, wild sex was allowed to fill the air, opening the door to numerous, dirty and perverse thoughts that were just waiting for an opportunity to sneak into Quinn's head.
He found himself picturing what those two bearded truckers might have looked like in real life. Somehow not finding it strange at all that his interest was gravitating particularly towards the drawings depicting the most explicit sex scenes. They both had such massive cocks… the one belonging to the beefier trucker was hella thick, but so was the meat of the guy with a huge gut, and it might have been even longer! Quinn let out a moan as his cock started to grow even bigger, pressing uncomfortably against his jeans.
Ugh, why the fuck was he wearing something so damn tight while on the road? It always felt best to ride in nothing but his jock so he could always whip out his cock whenever he got horny and give hubby a hot show… and since the jockstrap was right there, he would always have something around to wipe up all that cum off his belly too! Suddenly Quinn had the perfect image of a blonde, big bellied trucker with an enormous, matted beard pressing a nasty, yellowed jockstrap straight into his face. He grinned and gave it a snort, then, a moment later, Quinn found himself making that exact same sound, his hand tightly squeezing the bulge sprouting from his crotch.
Fuck yeah, horny manstink always got him so damn hard! Quinn started to lift his other hand towards his face, he felt something between his fingers… its crusty fabric was soaked with so many old loads that he could already smell it… his ripe, old jockstrap… suddenly Quinn was pushing his face right into it, taking a deep snort as his faint, weekend's worth of stubble started to grow longer and denser. Already making him look like he hadn't shaved in well over a month, and probably hadn't bothered to comb his shaggy mess of beard in about as long too.
Oh damn, this manly stink was really getting him going! Quinn was in the process of trying to clumsily undo his belt and get ahold of his cock. But fuck, he needed more! His mouth was opening, the tongue sticking out further and further, something was telling him that he just had to give this rank jock a good lick… he could already almost taste those salty, countless loads spilled into it… but then suddenly Quinn opened his eyes, asking himself just what the fuck he was doing?! He tossed the jockstrap against the wall, pushing the stall door open and bolted outside.
Unfortunately for Leo trying to resist the influence of this place was proving to be far more difficult while asleep. Even despite his dwindling intellect, he could tell that this was no ordinary dream. Everything was too real… the inside of this cab, this hulking, beefy body covered in coarse fur, the way it felt when he squeezed this beer can thick cock that constantly dribbled with pre. He had this sudden urge to give it a taste and once he did, he simply couldn't stop! He was such a horny pig! Constantly beating off and huffing his ripe pits.
Leo was still able to tell that the deeper he sank into this lustful frenzy, the harder it was getting to recall ever doing anything else, ever being anything else than this massive, furry trucker! But who cared? He was so fucking hot now! Leo wasn't able to resist tilting the rear view window towards the cabin so he could see more of himself in the reflection. Getting so damn turned on admiring his broad, meaty chest and caressing the enormous beard that was hanging down from his tough, brutish face.
Back in the real world, Leo's body was moving in that exact, same fashion. Fingers combing through what was now a full beard, densely covering his cheeks while his other hand tugged on his swelling cock. Somehow Leo knew what was happening to him, that his real self was changing to resemble this burly, constantly horny, hirsute beast of a man but he was powerless to do anything about it. Completely trapped inside this horny wet dream and unable to wake up.
Even his best efforts amounted to little more than making himself shift from side to side in his seat. Except by now, it was a tall and wide driver's seat of a massive semi truck and with every stroke of his cock, Leo was getting closer to filling it completely with his furry bulk. He knew that the only hope he had left was for Quinn to quickly get back and wake him up before it was too late!
Unfortunately for Leo, his friend was going through a major crisis of his own at that same moment when he ran out of the bathroom stall and saw himself in the mirror. He was so unrecognizable that at first Quinn screamed, thinking that someone else was in here with him, but when it finally sank in that he was looking at himself, he was far too freaked out to make even a peep. His puffy face was completely covered in shaggy, matted hair! The only thing that Quinn could think of was that he must have been having some kind of an allergic reaction because the rest of his body was suddenly so swollen that his normally loosely fitting hoodie was ready to burst at the seams.
Quinn was panicking so much that despite having felt the messy hairs against his fingers, he still refused to accept that such a huge beard could have sprouted all around his mouth just like that. He rushed towards the sink, convinced that it was something he could simply wash off. Turning on the rusty tap and splashing his face in such a hurry that it was only when his beard was completely soaked wet, that Quinn got a good whiff of just how badly this water reeked.
It was so unbelievably ripe and musky, as if someone made a whole bunch of brawny construction workers wipe themselves with only a single towel after their shift, and then wrung it right above his face. Quinn let out a strained groan as he tried to hold his breath, but it was too late, his chest started to swell so rapidly that it felt like he might suffocate if he didn't pull off his hoodie. Only to find a massive, round gut flopping down onto the sink alongside a pair of fat moobs when he did.
It was just immense and it was still swelling larger and covering in thick, sweaty hair right before his eyes. Quinn’s gaze constantly darting back and forth between it and this massive, unkempt mess of a beard that was now cascading down his chest. Quinn had no idea what to do now, he only knew that somehow, watching it all happen was getting him so unbelievably horned up that he was only moments away from tearing his pants open to whip out his rock hard cock and start beating off.
But then it turned out that he won't even have to wait that long. Suddenly a big, muscled arm covered in thick, dark fur appeared on top of his belly, with another one undoing his belt and grabbing his cock from behind.
“Fuck huz, should have told me ya wanted to stick around cruisin’ for some cocksuckers round here, would have joined ya earlier! Or maybe even taken care of that gigantic schlong myself!”
Quinn moaned when he felt the grip tightening around his meat as the visitor's broad, rough fingers began massaging its entire length. He looked up and saw the gruff face of a hulking trucker brute with a beard almost as massive as his own. After a moment and a closer look Quinn recognized him, and of course he fucking did! It was his husband Leo, the horny pig couldn't even wait till he was done having a piss and had already stomped here with his cock out, wanting to fuck! But that was why Quinn loved that bastard so much, the only man he'd ever met who was as much of a horndog as himself! He grinned and pulled down his pants all the way, opening his hairy ass wide and sliding it onto Leo’s thick, throbbing cock.
“Yeah, give it to me you hot fucker! Yer gonna be tasting that load when ya rim my arse at the next stop!!!”
Wait… why was he saying that… Quinn wanted to tell Leo to stop but instead only kep spewing more dirty, perverted things and encouraging him to fuck him harder. God, that felt so damn good, seeing just how much his gut was turning this beefy trucker on! Leo was moaning even louder than he was when he caressed this furry, swelling beach ball with his meaty paws. Inside, Quinn was still desperately trying to tell his friend that he had to stop, but the only thing leaving his mouth was a horny litany of the dirtiest curse words ordering him to keep going until eventually even he was too turned on to talk at all.
Only grunting wildly as he tugged on his big nips and pushed his ass deeper and deeper onto Leo's beer can thick fuckstick. After all those years they've spent on the road together, fucking multiple times per day, they could both tell without fail just how close the other was to blowing his load. And with how loud and savage Leo's groans were getting, Quinn knew that the huz was already on the edge.
“Do it fucker! Blow that load in my… HNNGHHHHH!!!
He couldn't finish before he felt Leo squeezing his cock as hard as he could take it and jerking it rapidly until it began spewing thick globs of prime trucker spunk all over the floor in front of them. Then thrusting his cock as deep up Quinn's ass as he could before he started cumming as well, completely flooding the big bellied bear's insides. As always, the intensity of the orgasm leaving them heaving and panting loudly, completely dripping with sweat. After Leo slid his cock out, Quinn gathered some of the cum still oozing from its tip onto his tongue and pulled his man into a sloppy kiss, already looking forward to finding out just how much better this load was going to taste after marinating inside his hole until the next truck stop.
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Froy and Zane were the picturesque It Couple. Two young gay men who were unafraid to be affectionate in public was enough to bring social media into an applause.
The cutesy couple made out in the bedroom one night, getting ready for some sexy time when Froy paused.
He pulled back for a moment in confusion, having slid his hands up his boyfriend's shirt. "Um, Babe?" he asked. "Did you grow out your chest hair?" His fingers ran through a thick pelt of fur that seemingly covered Zane's pecs.
Zane looked back in confusion as well, having been naturally smooth for years. "No...?" he trailed off, looking downward at himself. His voice disappeared in his throat the second he saw the new chest hair curling over his collar. "What the hell?"
The second he looked down, Zane's eyes nearly popped out of his skull as he watched his pecs grow. The mounds seemingly inflated and rounded, the buttons on his shirt popping off as he grew. The hairy muscletits came into view as they burst out of his shirt, being capped with large, nubby nipples.
Not to be outdone, Zane's gut followed suit. His abs disappeared before his stomach grew outwards. His gut steadily inflated until he had a complete hairy muscle gut that protruded far out in front of him.
"Wh-what happened to me?" Zane panicked as his hands ran over his rotund belly. "I'm huge!"
Before Froy could attempt to comfort his larger boyfriend, flinched when he felt his own shirt begin to constrict around him. His jaw dropped when he looked down at himself, watching as his own chest inflated and grew hairy.
The two boyfriends could only watch in shock as they grew larger and much hairier. Their arms grew in size, their biceps packing on much more meat. They had to shift their stance on the bed as their asses inflated and rounded out, their thighs getting bigger too.
As a final touch, the boyfriends felt their faces start to itch as beards sprouted out over their smooth faces. Their baby faces were completely altered as wrinkle lines formed near their eyes and their cheeks even rounded out some more, their necks widening to account for their deeper voices that uttered from their beefier bodies.
"Babe, what happened to us?" Zane cried out in his deeper, baritone-filled voice.
"We look like daddies," Froy muttered as his hands explored his larger and much hairier body. Despite how freaked out his was over his mysterious transformation, the sight of his now older boyfriend with a large set of fuzzy pecs that rested atop a large musclegut turned him on.
"What?" Zane asked when he saw his dady of a boyfriend hungrily staring at him.
"You really make a sexy daddy," Froy playfully growled, reached over and running an admiring hand through his boyfriend's thick chest hair, pausing to thumb a nubby nipple.
Zane bellowed out a low moan and allowed to himself to be felt up by his larger boyfriend, totally succumbing to his new life as a large muscle daddy.
MEN ARE PIGS
"Urgh, men are such fucking pigs"
Aww, look at this cute little twink, whinging about his bad break up. Turns out his boyfriend, er, ex-boyfriend was just using him for sex. Well, yeah, men are pigs after all. But it's cute how naive he is...
He thinks he's exempt
Bros, what are you thinking? Cuz I think a real pig should have a big, fat, hairy ass. Barely able to be stuffed in his trousers. A real pig should have dark, wiry hair that covers every inch of his body, leaving a thick forest stuffed deep in his pits and between his cheeks.
It's such a shame his ex was only interested in his body. Men, right? You know, I think I should leave him desperately, pathetically horny for exactly the type of twink he used to be. Yeah, he deserves it.
I snap my fingers, and this thick mist of sweat and deodorant rains down over his body
"Gahghh, What is that?"
POOF
He screams
"WHAT THE FUCK HAS HAPPENED TO ME??"
I'll leave him to claw at his new, hairy ass. I'm sure he'll even try shaving it. But sooner or later he'll end up at the club, grunting and growling at every boy in a crop top that walks past, and they'll role their eyes, and think to themselves "Ew, men are fucking pigs".
But hey, I'll get to them too
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Froy and Zane were the picturesque It Couple. Two young gay men who were unafraid to be affectionate in public was enough to bring social media into an applause.
The cutesy couple made out in the bedroom one night, getting ready for some sexy time when Froy paused.
He pulled back for a moment in confusion, having slid his hands up his boyfriend's shirt. "Um, Babe?" he asked. "Did you grow out your chest hair?" His fingers ran through a thick pelt of fur that seemingly covered Zane's pecs.
Zane looked back in confusion as well, having been naturally smooth for years. "No...?" he trailed off, looking downward at himself. His voice disappeared in his throat the second he saw the new chest hair curling over his collar. "What the hell?"
The second he looked down, Zane's eyes nearly popped out of his skull as he watched his pecs grow. The mounds seemingly inflated and rounded, the buttons on his shirt popping off as he grew. The hairy muscletits came into view as they burst out of his shirt, being capped with large, nubby nipples.
Not to be outdone, Zane's gut followed suit. His abs disappeared before his stomach grew outwards. His gut steadily inflated until he had a complete hairy muscle gut that protruded far out in front of him.
"Wh-what happened to me?" Zane panicked as his hands ran over his rotund belly. "I'm huge!"
Before Froy could attempt to comfort his larger boyfriend, flinched when he felt his own shirt begin to constrict around him. His jaw dropped when he looked down at himself, watching as his own chest inflated and grew hairy.
The two boyfriends could only watch in shock as they grew larger and much hairier. Their arms grew in size, their biceps packing on much more meat. They had to shift their stance on the bed as their asses inflated and rounded out, their thighs getting bigger too.
As a final touch, the boyfriends felt their faces start to itch as beards sprouted out over their smooth faces. Their baby faces were completely altered as wrinkle lines formed near their eyes and their cheeks even rounded out some more, their necks widening to account for their deeper voices that uttered from their beefier bodies.
"Babe, what happened to us?" Zane cried out in his deeper, baritone-filled voice.
"We look like daddies," Froy muttered as his hands explored his larger and much hairier body. Despite how freaked out his was over his mysterious transformation, the sight of his now older boyfriend with a large set of fuzzy pecs that rested atop a large musclegut turned him on.
"What?" Zane asked when he saw his dady of a boyfriend hungrily staring at him.
"You really make a sexy daddy," Froy playfully growled, reached over and running an admiring hand through his boyfriend's thick chest hair, pausing to thumb a nubby nipple.
Zane bellowed out a low moan and allowed to himself to be felt up by his larger boyfriend, totally succumbing to his new life as a large muscle daddy.
Tyler looks so nice with some more meat on his bones!
The Bearification of Tyler H.
Bodybuilder Brad Rowe relaxed by the pool, soaking in the sun as he lied back on the chair. He’d been given a fancy room at the hotel where the bodybuilding competition was set to take place, and it included full use of the pool, which the hunk took full advantage of.
Brad had just finished his work out for the day and had thought that relaxing by the water was the perfect way to unwind. The pool area was surprisingly empty, so the muscle man enjoyed the silence and the calming warmth that greeted him. Since he was expected to show off his muscled body the next day, the bodybuilder had brought some sunscreen with him to avoid getting burned.
His new assistant had given it to him. It was supposed to be some fancy sunscreen from Europe or wherever. He couldn’t read the language that was written on the blue bottle, but there was a cartoonish picture of a bear on the front that was flashing a thumb’s up.
The bodybuilder squirted some of the sunscreen into his palms, lathering up his large muscles. It smelt a little bit like musk, making him scrunch up his nose, but his assistant had sworn by it, saying that it would quote: “Change his life”. How sunscreen could do that, Brad had no clue. However, he didn’t want to get any points deducted from the competition over something as stupid as a sunburn, so he continued to smear the smelly substance all over his muscles.
The musky smell settled into the air around Brad, and he even started to get used to it. The muscle man closed his eyes as he relaxed underneath the hot sun, feeling little beads of sweat forming on his forehead. In fact, the rest of his body started to feel all the more sweaty and grimy, making him grimace.
There was a slight itching on his chest, and the bodybuilder scratched at it, his eyes springing open at what he felt.
“What the…?” Brad Rowe trailed off as he looked down at his chest, marveling at the sprinkling of dark hairs that were across his bulging pecs. Even before he’d started bodybuilding, Brad wasn’t a hairy man, so the hairs that had somehow spouted out of nowhere was a shock to see. However, it became an even bigger shock when he saw that they were growing at a rapid rate and spreading across the rest of his limbs.
Brad shot out of his seat in disbelief, unable to comprehend how his body hair could just grow out of nowhere like it was now. As soon as he was on his feet, the bodybuilder’s stomach fell as he felt an unfamiliar jiggle.
“What the fuck!” he cried out in shock as he watched as his chiseled abs, from underneath a dense forest of hair, start to disappear. His six pack gradually turned into a four pack, then two, and then finally nothing. Then even that started to bulge outward as his hairy gut inflated. He grabbed at it in shock, noting how he could feel the hard muscle underneath it, letting him know that it was more akin to a roidgut than just fat.
Panicking, Brad Rowe looked around the pool for someone who could potentially help him. The musky scent of the lotion increased, and as the inflating, hairy bodybuilder took a step, he gasped at how heavy his footsteps felt. He saw that the rest of his body was starting to puff out like his growing gut.
His legs packed on more meat, his thighs growing even more closer together to support the weight of his jiggling bubblebutt which rounded and jutted out from his backside. His muscled arms lost definition as a thick layer of fat grew over them, which were covered by thick hair. His pecs inflated some more and rested on the large gut that jutted out in front of him. All the while, that musky stench wafted off of the inflating muscle man in waves.
By the time he was done growing, the muscled man stood in shock, staring at his beefy, hairy body in horror. He had no clue what had just happened to him. He’d been cut and shredded one second, and then the next he had packed on weight like it was an extreme offseason and had grown crazy amounts of body hair. His hairy gut was so big that it even obscured the sight of his speedos, making it look like he wasn’t even wearing anything at the pool.
And the musky smell that wafted off of him was insanely strong, making him scrunch up his nose in disgust.
“There you are, Brad!” his scrawny assistant called out as he ran over to him. “Your manager called and said that we have to do your photoshoot now. So let’s get to your room so you can change.”
Brad Rowe couldn’t believe what was happening. There was no way he could take his competition photos in his inflated, hairy body. He held his larger arms out to show off his new bearish form. “B-but!” he stuttered.
His assistant mock-frowned as he fanned at the air in front of his nose. “Phew!” he teased. “Maybe we should get you in the shower first, Big Guy.”
Brad wanted to argue, to say that something horrible had happened to him, but the second his smaller assistant grabbed him by the hand, he lost his words.
The inflated bodybuilder waddled behind the smaller man as they entered the hotel. Blush formed on his face as he realized that he was parading his new beefy form in just tiny little speedos, the backs of which had wedged between his larger ass cheeks. His hairy gut jutted out in front of him, having a little bounce to it with every movement. Worst was the disgusted and sometimes lustful stares he received from the other men in the hotel lobby as they sniffed the air around him, taking in the overpowering musky smell that stuck to him.
Brad struggled to comprehend what had just happened to him, too freaked out over his new body to read the sign that he and his assistant passed which read: MUSCLEBEAR COMPETITION!
Froy and Zane were the picturesque It Couple. Two young gay men who were unafraid to be affectionate in public was enough to bring social media into an applause.
The cutesy couple made out in the bedroom one night, getting ready for some sexy time when Froy paused.
He pulled back for a moment in confusion, having slid his hands up his boyfriend's shirt. "Um, Babe?" he asked. "Did you grow out your chest hair?" His fingers ran through a thick pelt of fur that seemingly covered Zane's pecs.
Zane looked back in confusion as well, having been naturally smooth for years. "No...?" he trailed off, looking downward at himself. His voice disappeared in his throat the second he saw the new chest hair curling over his collar. "What the hell?"
The second he looked down, Zane's eyes nearly popped out of his skull as he watched his pecs grow. The mounds seemingly inflated and rounded, the buttons on his shirt popping off as he grew. The hairy muscletits came into view as they burst out of his shirt, being capped with large, nubby nipples.
Not to be outdone, Zane's gut followed suit. His abs disappeared before his stomach grew outwards. His gut steadily inflated until he had a complete hairy muscle gut that protruded far out in front of him.
"Wh-what happened to me?" Zane panicked as his hands ran over his rotund belly. "I'm huge!"
Before Froy could attempt to comfort his larger boyfriend, flinched when he felt his own shirt begin to constrict around him. His jaw dropped when he looked down at himself, watching as his own chest inflated and grew hairy.
The two boyfriends could only watch in shock as they grew larger and much hairier. Their arms grew in size, their biceps packing on much more meat. They had to shift their stance on the bed as their asses inflated and rounded out, their thighs getting bigger too.
As a final touch, the boyfriends felt their faces start to itch as beards sprouted out over their smooth faces. Their baby faces were completely altered as wrinkle lines formed near their eyes and their cheeks even rounded out some more, their necks widening to account for their deeper voices that uttered from their beefier bodies.
"Babe, what happened to us?" Zane cried out in his deeper, baritone-filled voice.
"We look like daddies," Froy muttered as his hands explored his larger and much hairier body. Despite how freaked out his was over his mysterious transformation, the sight of his now older boyfriend with a large set of fuzzy pecs that rested atop a large musclegut turned him on.
"What?" Zane asked when he saw his dady of a boyfriend hungrily staring at him.
"You really make a sexy daddy," Froy playfully growled, reached over and running an admiring hand through his boyfriend's thick chest hair, pausing to thumb a nubby nipple.
Zane bellowed out a low moan and allowed to himself to be felt up by his larger boyfriend, totally succumbing to his new life as a large muscle daddy.
Tyler Posey had set up his OnlyFans as a way to reconnect with his fans after Teen Wolf ended. It worked for a while and he'd initially seen a score of followers who thirsted after his hot bod. However, the minute his past costar, Tyler Hoechlin, released his, a majority of his followers flocked over to the latter's profile.
Tyler Posey was determined to win back his large follower count, so he began to pose lucratively and show off much more skin than he used to. It began to work and he even started to wear less and less.
Tyler was about to take a picture of himself in some green cut off shorts when an app popped up on his phone: EARN A HIGHER FOLLOWER COUNT!
The actor figured that it was probably some service that had a lot of bots follow one's account, but still, he needed that higher follower account. He couldn't come in second to his costar!
Tyler happily typed in his info, along with his payment, and clicked "Submit". He expected several bots to start popping up in his follower count, however, instead the stud felt like his body exploded.
BWOMP!
The first thing Tyler felt was an immense weight, almost as if he were much heavier than before. He could feel his arms rubbing against his sides and his meaty thighs pressing together in a manner in which they never had before. His head was spinning and as he tried to piece together what had happened, he could faintly hear his phone ping nonstop with notifications.
"Ugh," he groaned, rubbing at his head. "What happened?" The actor paused at the sound of his deeper voice. He cleared his throat and tried again. "What's going on?" Still, his voice sounded as if it'd lowered by several octaves.
Tyler made his way towards the bathroom, bristling as his new movements. His thighs rolled over each other, and he could feel his gut jiggle with every step he took. Once he made it in front of the bathroom mirror, the actor jerked back in shock.
"Fuck!" he gasped at the older, much beefier reflection he saw. He was older, probably in his mid-forties, and he was huge! All of his muscles seemed to have inflated to twice their original size, yet they were covered with a thick layer of fat giving him the appearance of an offseason bodybuilder. His musclegut was massive and it protruded far out in front of him, his entire body covered in manly hair.
As the altered Tyler stared at his bearish reflection, he continued to hear his phone sound off with loads of notifications.
Snapping him out of his daze, Tyler's eyes widened when he looked down at his phone that was in his beefy paw. His large gut dropped at the numerous photos of himself in his body in compromising position after lewd position. There were photos of him tugging on his inflated nipples, snapshots of him in skintight thongs that left nothing to the imagination, and tons of clips of him impaling his rotund hairy ass on the largest dildo he'd ever seen. All of these fell under the new profile name: Wolf Daddy.
All of his panic evaporated into think air as soon as he saw his follower count through, his heart racing when it was in the millions.
"Holy shit," he breathed in his deep voice, running an admiring hand over the curvature of his big belly. He held up his phone and started to record, a wide grin on his older face. "Wolf Daddy's got a lot of stuff to show ya, so make sure to subscribe!"
31 Days of Derek Hale
Day 10: Bear
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Derek and Peter Hale groaned as they waddled off the beach towards their car.
Just moments before, the two werewolves had been toned men researching some strange disappearances in the area. Locals would say that men would go and visit the infamous Bear Beach, only to be never heard from again.
Peter winced at the odd feeling of his beefy arms resting atop his lats. “I’m just saying, Almighty Alpha,” he sneered in Derek’s direction, “that maybe there’s a reason the place was called Bear Beach.”
Derek just grunted, not used to the way his rotund, hairy belly jiggled with every step he took. “I thought it was just a name…” he grumbled under his breath, a growl barely detectable.
Peter scoffed and gestured back towards the shore where loads of beefy hairy men lumbered around clumsily, as if they were learning how to walk. “That didn’t tip you off?” he huffed. He wanted to argue more, but instead tensed up as a slight breeze wafted over the two of them, his chest hair being billowed by it.
Derek gritted his teeth as he tried his best to ignore the tingling the breeze caused on his nubby nipples, making his cock start to stir in his tattered shorts.
The very second Derek and Peter had stepped foot on the elusive Bear Beach, they’d immediately felt themselves beginning to change. The first thing the werewolves noticed was the way their jaws had sprouted thick beards, soon followed by hair covering the rest of their bodies— especially their chests. Before either of them could even think to get away from the beach, both of their bodies exploded with flesh. Muscles inflated, but were quickly engulfed by a thick layer of fat that seemed to be centered on their new guts. Their shirts had ripped to shreds, showcasing their massive, pillowy pecs that were capped with large and sensitive nipples. However, their big bellies seemed to be the focus of their growth, making it look as if both of the werewolves had swallowed yoga balls. Derek and Peter’s guts protruded out in front of them, obscuring the view of their own lengthened cocks that dangled crazily as their widened thighs rolled over each other with every step. Even their backs had widened as their large arms puffed up, giving each man a roundish, yet muscular, appearance.
The two werewolves had been turned into total bears simply by stepping foot on Bear Beach.
As soon as the shock of their transformation wore off, Derek and Peter were alerted to the fact that every other man on the beach seemed to share their shocked expressions— all of them looking down at their own massive, hairy form in confusion.
Now the two bear werewolves waddled back to their car, trying to get the hang of moving around with large thighs constantly colliding with one another.
“We need to figure out a way to fix this,” Peter grunted as he poked at his big belly. “I don’t think any of my designer shirts will fit.”
“You poor thing,” Derek snorted, freezing as soon as he heard a loud rip and his shorts finally gave way to his thickened lower half.
The tattered fabric fell to the ground, revealing the alpha’s thickened cock that was at least nine inches and about as thick as a soda can. Not to be outdone, his large hairy ass had ballooned to an exaggerated size, looking like two fuzzy basketballs were strapped to his back.
“Damn it!” Derek roared as he stomped his foot in frustration, flinching as the movement sent a ripple through his massive butt, gut, and pecs. He blushed like crazy. “L-let’s just get out of here.”
The bears lumbered towards Derek’s Camaro, but they had a hard time squeezing their unwanted bulk inside.
Peter, being the smaller of the two, had an easier time, but he still struggled. He wasn’t used to the feeling of having a large gut resting on his lap when he sat down, and he was annoyed at the way his seatbelt completely disappeared between the crevice of his hairy pecs.
Derek had a much harder time. It took all of his cunning to wedge himself into the driver’s seat. He had to shove the seat all the way back, and even at its furthest, his furry belly still pressed against the steering wheel a little bit. Whenever he gulped in a large breath of air, his gut would push out slightly and tap the horn, making him cringe. Worse was that whenever he turned the wheel, his beefy arms would brush against his nubby nipples, making him stifle a moan. It was obviously that his bulk turned him on despite himself, as his humongous cock stiffened and began to bob out at an angle due to his large belly.
“Hopefully Stiles can figure out a way to fix us,” Peter moaned, squirming in his seat as the car’s A/C blew over his mountainous pecs, feeling like someone was running their fingers through his chest hair.
“Yeah,” Derek grunted as he accidentally jostled a nipple again, “…or maybe we can squish him between our bellies first?”