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Scent Of An Alpha

Hello there everyone, I hope you all are having a wonderful holiday season! This story was created specifically for @transformhim​ based on his requests for the Great Story Exchange of 2020. I hope you guys like the story and I hope it can give you some Christmas cheer in a not-so-cheerful time!

As I heard the knock of the door, I jumped up off the couch and rushed to the doorway. It was Christmas Eve and I had been waiting for weeks for my roommate’s present to show up. The present itself wasn’t something super expensive, but it something that I had heard my roommate Brian constantly talking about with his best friends for months now. Apparently, it was some sort of pheromone-infused cologne, which had given him the idea that along with his killer looks. The product itself promised that while using it, any user would find themselves completely irresistible to any woman they meet. I originally laughed at his interest in the product, since there was absolutely no way it would have worked. I had tried pheromone stuff as well to try and attract a guy, but it truly never worked and smelled awful. In fact, as a woman myself, Brian’s clamoring for a product to give him an edge with the ladies truly just made me less and less interested in him. Sure, Brian was definitely attractive, but the way he acted in public like a total douche truly made me despise him.

Brian and I had been best friends since elementary school as he was a sports star and I was always the head cheerleader for any sport he did. He had tried to make moves on me back in middle school, but I made it abundantly clear that he was not my type. However, Brian had no hard feelings and he began to treat me more like “one of the boys”, which surprisingly made me feel more comfortable instead of getting his wandering eyes anytime we chatted. We both got scholarships to the same school, so although I personally wasn’t a fan of the idea of living with a messy jock, it made economical sense to just get an apartment together and split the rent. Another plus to the situation is it saved us from having to deal with random creeps in a dorm.

Quickly opening the door, I grab the box from the delivery guy, sign for the package, and shut the door faster than the man could say a single word to me. After shutting the door and locking it behind me, I wedge the box between my arm and torso and head into the kitchen. Once near the counter, I quickly open the box and verify that it wasn’t damaged. “Insatiable: A Cologne to Bring Out Your Inner Alpha” was what I was greeted to once I ripped open the box. I laughed as I read it out loud, thinking about how stupid this item is. “Women don’t care about how you smell” I said, continuing to smile at the stupidity of this item. “They care about how you treat them and how compatible you are with each other” I continued with an eye roll and slight chuckle.

Continuing to make sure it wasn’t damaged, I opened the packaging and pulled out the rectangular glass bottle. Of course, to make sure that this product was clearly for men, it was a rigid and angular bottle. I continued to examine it and think about how it must smell. Curious about it, I decided to try it out and get a head start getting used to how bad the apartment is going to smell once Brian begins to wear it whenever he goes out on the town. I press down on the nozzle and I soon find that my curiosity has punished me as my nose was instantly hit with the scent of cedar trees and complete BO. Given how potent and strong it was, I wouldn’t have been surprised if the cologne company just rung out sweaty socks into a bottle and called it a day. I gagged and held my breath while I rapidly fanned my dainty manicured hand away from my face to get the foul odor spread elsewhere.

However, as I waved my hand, I noticed that these dark clouds of cologne were not dissipating and  moving away from me. In fact, it was moving in tandem with my shaking hands like it was glued to them somehow. Squinting to look through the cloud, I begin to feel a vibrating sensation as I watched my hands begin to bulge out. I couldn’t see clearly, but I could feel them growing wider and thicker through the heavy cloud. They were certainly no longer the well-manicured hands of a woman as I watched the red nail polish chip away until my nails were completely bare. Instead, they had grown larger and more callused as they took on the appearance of someone like my father, the definitely of a “working man”. I gasp upon closer inspection as I watched dark hair began to appear more and more prominently on my hands as well. The hair continued to spread up from my knuckles and up my hand as the cloud of smoke finally began to move along with it.

I cried out in shock as I watched the cloud suddenly begin to creep up each arm. My light toned arms began to bulk up as my forearms bulged out and my biceps grew larger and thicker than the lightly toned build that years of yoga had given me. Along with that, I watched as that dark hair continued to grow up my arms and my veins begin to appear more prominently along my forearms.

As the clouds moved up my now-thicker shoulders, they finally began to merge once more as the singular thicker cloud began to move down my torso. Confused and also afraid of what was about to happen, I quickly took off my shirt and bra as I ran into the mirror and watched the changes unfold. I gasped in shock as I began to feel a rough pull in my chest. Looking down, I watched as my once-prominent breasts quickly melted away. As they slowly receded, I watched as my wider nipples also began to shrink as well into smaller more masculine ones. After a moment, I waited before finally moving my hands towards them. As the cloud began to move down, I took the opportunity to look at my new chest. Upon inspection, I realized that it had slowly reformed into a set of fledgling yet still impressive pectorals. Lifting up my arms, I also began to look at the thick pelt of armpit hair now pushing out from my armpits. I tilt my head in and gingerly sniff them, gagging in disgust as I take in the new scent. As I smell it, I begin to recognize it as the potent smell of that cologne. The level of odor permeating from my pits makes it seem as if I had directly sprayed them with the nasty cologne, yet I know that I didn’t. Finally beginning to understand that this cologne is somehow turning me into a man, I groan as I start to think about just how naturally sweaty I’m about to become. My mind immediately thinks about any future workouts I’m going to have and I mentally begin to grasp the idea of having to lather on several layers of deodorant just to stay ahead of my sweaty pits. However, my wandering thoughts about my armpits quickly disappears as I watch the cloud move farther down my body. As it gets closer to my waist, I begin to fear for the upcoming changes to my sexual anatomy.

As my mind continued to grapple with the concept of having a dick, the cloud wasted no time as it continued moving down my body. A slight outward tug along the sides of my torso informed me that my once-hourglass figure was melting away as a new masculine form emerged. A searing pain on the side of my body also causes me to turn and investigate the source with the mirror. I gasp in shock as I look at the new tattoos that have just suddenly appeared on the side of my body. What once used to be a simple toned stomach now had changed as well. My stomach rolled in discomfort as the cloud continued to change my body. With each stomach rumble, I watched as abdominal muscles suddenly formed into existence one-by-one until I had a complete set of abs. I let out a little chuckle as I watched a V (which Brian had told me was the male equivalent of a female’s thigh gap) suddenly emerge on my lower torso as the cloud now firmly stopped around my crotch.

Both curious and scared at the events about to unfold, I dropped my shorts and underwear as I stared at my vagina for the last time. Within no time, I feel an inner tugging emerge from within my vaginal cavity. The tugging lasts for several moments as I watch a tiny nub of a cock head suddenly pop out of my tight slit. This tugging continues, but without any added pain, as the head continues to push forward and bring with it the shaft of my new cock. Inch-by-inch, I watch as it births itself from my anatomy until a thick 5-inch soft cock now slumps downward from my still partially female anatomy. Suddenly, I feel myself go light-headed as I feel a deep tug continue downward. Looking down, I watch as a ball sac slowly slides out of my shrinking slit. I grunt in a bit of discomfort as I feel my two testes push through the smaller slit and drop into my new ball sac. Now finished forming, my male anatomy becomes permanent as I feel my slit permanently close and disappear from existence.

Still a bit afraid of my new cock, I decide against touching it for the time being as the cloud continues down my legs. My curvy yet dainty legs slowly begin to change as well. I watch as the curves begin to fade as more angular muscles over-take and turn them into heavily muscular legs. My eyes continue to stare as the black hair returns and runs down my legs. My thighs, now muscular and incredibly hairy, are a far cry from the curvy yet firm feminine set I had less than 10 minutes prior. My calves bulge out as the muscles of a frequent runner emerge and grow incredibly hairy. Finally, I watch as the cloud reaches my feet as I can feel them grow more masculine. An obvious change occurs as I feel my feet grow a few inches, firmly making it so I can never fit into even my old tennis shoes anymore.

Quickly done with the feet, I watch in shock as the cloud rapidly slides up my body once more and now looks me directly into the face. I gasp and try to hold my breath as I watch it move towards me and engulf the last remnants of my old life. The tingle begins to radiate as I feel my hair begin to pull into my scalp. As I watch it move up my head, I stare at the darkening color begin to emerge from the tips and move up, consuming the bright blonde hair I once had. A baseball cap suddenly materializes and wraps around my head, completely covering my new hair. With no other distractions for me to look at, I’m left to stare helplessly as my eyebrows grow thicker and more prominent and my nose goes from dainty to wider and more angular. My lips grow more masculine as well as my lipstick fades away and my upper lip begins to lose its feminine shape. I continue to hold my breath, but I can tell soon that my attempts to not breath in the fumes will soon be futile if the changes last much longer. I move my hands towards my face and feel as facial hair begins to grow in. My chin grows less curved as a more angular shape emerges, completing my complete physical transformation into a man. Unable to hold my breath any longer, I’m forced to gasp for air and as a result, inhale a large puff of the thick cloud. As I breath it in, I begin to feel incredibly dizzy in my head. Trying to remain sane, I try to think about my old life and remind myself that I’m not a man and I used to be a woman 10 minutes prior. However, as I desperately try to search for any memories of my female life, I find myself drawing a blank. My confusion doesn’t last for long as memories begin to suddenly emerge to my consciousness. Thinking about them, I begin to remember my life and history of playing sports with my bro Brian. I begin to think about growing up, my first kiss with Cindy Wallace in 2nd grade, going on my first date when I was younger. Sleepovers I used to have at Brian’s house after our games also begin to appear in my head as I start to finally calm down. Unknown to me, each prominent memory changes to make me believe that I’ve always been a male. Instead of the name Natalie, the name Nate begins to come to mind anytime I think about myself and who I am. I try to fight it, but the calmness that these new memories provide doesn’t make me put up much of a fight as they overtake me and make me accept this new persona. As the changes begin to finalize, I grow lightheaded and my eyes suddenly close as I fall out of consciousness.

My eyes suddenly open and I feel as if I’m a brand new man. I stare at myself in the mirror and think about how hot I am. Unable to stop myself from my narcissistic self-image, I slide my hand into the pocket of my athletic shorts and pull out my cell phone. Quickly opening the camera, I take several pictures and quickly send them to some girls on Snapchat. I flex in the mirror as I think about how hot I truly am. My thoughts are interrupted as I begin to get constant dings as my eager classmates clamor to screenshot the photos and message me begging to take them out and give them a good time. I laugh thinking about it, it’s so amazing to be so irresistible. It’s especially funny thinking about how eager they are to get with me, even if it’s just for a quick fuck.

These thoughts are interrupted as a loud alarm begins to go off on my phone. I quickly turn it off and gasp as I look at the clock. Pissed at myself about being late, I scold myself and quickly throw on a pair of athletic sweatpants and a Nike shirt before heading out of the door. It’s Christmas Eve here, and me and my bro Brian were going to go bar-hopping to see if we can get each other some hookups and give ourselves a little Christmas cheer before we go work out tomorrow while the gyms are empty.

I’d ask for you to wish us luck, but I’m sure we’ll have no problem getting lucky…

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