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Your presence alone radiates comfort. You're like the sun that he has been reaching for warmth even when times you're like the winter who's giving him shivers because of how closeted and blunt you are at times.
But your voice makes him calm and in peace. Your soft hands that ruffles his hair and pats his head makes him a bit sleepy. It shows that even you are somehow distant, you're like a burning fire who's willing to make in ease even in the most stressful times.
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Lineman Boots that have seen it all
Coach Mac didn’t want to believe it when he saw it: the beast of his offensive line, #66, Jerry Matthews shoved a handful of grass into his mouth between plays. Not another one, he thought--and not one of his best guys.
It had gotten so noticeable in the showers that everyone could see it, but nobody wanted to admit it--Jerry’s dick, normal a long swinger, had stumped up over the past month while his balls had swollen, now a big full sack, like they needed to be milked. Coach had hoped they could go a few more games before pulling Jerry, before putting him out to pasture, but to keep playing him without giving him the care he needed would just be cruel.
Since they’d won, Coach gave the team the day off on Sunday, a rare treat--but he asked Jerry to come down to his office. Jerry shifted uncomfortably in his seat as Coach just stared at him.
“Something wrong Coach?” Jerry asked.
“Nothing’s wrong, Jerry. You’re a goddamned machine, you’re playing like a beast out there. You’re everything I hoped you would be.”
Jerry couldn’t seem to sit still. Coach had seen this before.
“I know how you feel right now, boy--hate being indoors, don’t you? Just the idea of sitting there in that chair drives you nuts. You want to be out on the field, don’t you?”
“Yeah,” Jerry agreed. “I wish I were out on the field right now.”
“Well, I’m gonna be truthful with you… I have a little strategy behind my winning team. I’ve been feeding you guys some cutting-edge science--developed from bovine growth hormones, completely undetectable--that’s turned you from the elite athlete you were when you showed up here into the absolute powerhouse mammoth of a man you’ve become.” Jerry looked down at himself like he was only now becoming aware of his bulk and size. Coach stood up, walked around the table and put a hand on Jerry’s shoulder.
“In some people--just a handful with a genetic predisposition--there’s a little side effect. Well, a big side-effect.”
Jerry still seemed confused. Coach produced an apple from his pocket.
“You want this, boy?”
Jerry reached for it.
“No, that’s not how you want it, do you? You don’t want to use your hands.” Jerry didn’t move, but Coach helped him along, holding it up to his mouth. Jerry leaned forward immediately and bit into the apple, chewing it from side to side. He ate the whole thing in three bites, core and all, swallowing it. Then he sat there, blinking and confused, as if the instinct that had taken over him was suddenly gone, and he was wondering why he’d just done that.
Coach leaned in close, whispering into Jerry’s ear: “I bet you just want to make noise, don’t you boy? You got a great big sound building up inside you and you’re just dying to let it out.”
“Yes, Coach,” Jerry said.
“Let it out, boy.”
Jerry seemed to hold back, but then he opened his mouth: “M… Moooo-oooooo-OOOOO!” As the sound escaped from him a weight seemed to be lifted. By the end he was on his feet, sweat pouring down his face with a look of relief.
“Sorry about this, boy, I really am,” Coach said, jabbing a needle into Jerry’s thigh. The huge lineman suddenly went limp, and Coach opened his door as the team’s doctor and his assistants came to deal with the massive college student.
Weeks later, Coach went to visit Jerry on the form. He’d developed horns, his whole body covered in fur, his dick replaced by a big full udder. At the rehabilitation farm, all the patients were required to wear bells, and as Jerry ambled around, the bell softly tinkled with every movement. His spine and hips had begun to realign, and while he still walked on two feet, it looked difficult. A long tail swished behind him. “Looking good boy!” Coach said.
Jerry mooed in response. His face contorted--it was still mostly human despite the horns and the covering of stiff hair--as if there was something he wanted to say but he’d lost the ability to speak.
“Lemme get a good look at you,” Coach said, leading Jerry into the barn. He ran a hand over Jerry’s hide, inspecting every inch. “You are gonna be one hell of a cow!” He reached down and gently poked the udder, swollen with milk. “You need some release, don’t you boy?”
Jerry mooed desperately as Coach dragged over a pail. Jerry’s moos got quieter, higher-pitched as Coach squeezed squirt after squirt of milk from his uncomfortably full udder. “That’s my boy,” Coach said. “You’re gonna have a great life here, Jerry, and you deserve it after all you did for me on the team. And I’ve got good news for you: that bull who’s been eyeing you up? Well, he used to be your buddy Tim Wilcox--best damned tight end our team ever had! You guys used to be best buddies, remember?” Jerry mooed blissfully, his bell tinkling. “Yeah, you two are gonna be happy together. Real happy.”
2017-May Post #4 (V) - growing guys
The molly kicked in just as Richie strapped on the big Deadmau5 mask the promoter gave him. He couldn’t wait to go wild at this show–blow off some steam from last season’s hard work–and dance up on some hot slutty women.
“Feel okay in there?” the promoter asked, giving the unwieldy mask a thump.
“Feels great!” Richie replied, flexing his beefy arms. No way had anyone seen a dude his size party they way he planned–and with this mask on, he’d be the perfect spectacle. Fucked up raver chicks would be all over him.
The mask seemed to be have some kind of speakers in it, broadcasting the live music directly to his ears. As he started dancing, he noticed some cool flashy colors swirling and spiraling in front of his eyes. They made his head feel… nice and soft. He could almost hear a soft voice behind the music but they were too faint to make out. Soon his thoughts felt like warm cotton and he lost himself in the music… and what was that smell? Fragrant, delicious cheese.
Hours passed with Richie going into autopilot, bouncing from one hot sweaty whore to another. He was rock fucking hard and at one point a chick huddled up against him gave a hard squeeze of his throbbing tool, jerking him off while messed up people danced crazily around him, none the wiser.
His cock had never been more sensitive! Richie couldn’t form a thought beyond the sensations overwhelming him. He was hungry… getting tired… needed to cum, bad. Yet no matter how expertly the girl worked his dong, it was almost like he couldn’t cum.
He reached up to yank off the mask but it wouldn’t budge. Panic snapped him out of his daze enough to realize something was wrong. Still hornier than he’d ever been, desperate to cum and collapse into an exhausted pile, Richie stumbled around searching for the promoter.
When he found him, he grabbed the guy and demanded to have the mask removed.
“Easy, easy big fella… lemme take a look.” Richie’s heart pounded as the guy inspected the outside of the mask. “Okay, let’s see now… there we go.” Richie heard a click and the speakers and lights inside the mask went black. When the mask came off, Richie desperately gulped in air.
“Thanks,” he said, his mind still dull.
“No worries big man. The mask isn’t programmed to release until the full chemical dose is delivered.”
“Chemicals? Wha–” Richie froze as he felt a tingling in his mouth. His front teeth suddenly expanded somehow, sticking out from his lips, a nice buck-toothed overbite. Confused, he traced the outline of his clunky new teeth with his tongue.
Then his pants fell down, and Richie realized he was standing eye to eye with the promoter who’d been a half foot shorter than he was earlier. No, now the promoter was taller; Richie had to look up!
“You see, we run a very secret after party–unbelievably cutting edge, of course. Our guests are into the bizarre, and tonight they’re going to watch a bunch of former athletes try to navigate a maze. Hope you find the cheese before the others do!”
Richie could barely listen. Suddenly whiskers sprouted from his nose, overwhelming his brain with sensory stimulation. An insane itching above his ass grew to an unbearable degree before he suddenly felt a painful release–and whirled around to find a tail growing from his rear.
“That’s right,” the now huge promoter said to little Richie, whose shrinking slowed just as he found himself eye to eye with the promoter’s shoelaces. “We’ve got a nice little outfit for you to wear, too!” Richie turned to run but a giant hand snagged him by his new tail. He dangled painfully above the promoter’s giant face while another giant hand slid a leather harness on his body before dropping him into a plastic cage.
The changes had more or less stopped. He was halfway between human and mouse, animal features on his thick NFL-built body. He was unable to organize his awkward new mouth enough to communicate with anything other than squeaks. The giant world outside the cage made Richie queasy with fear, an emotion he wasn’t used to. The cage shook as the promoter walked and Richie wanted desperately to know where he would end up. He also desperately wanted some cheese.
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