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New smut has dropped on it!

Been patiently waiting for the annual Becoming update. Usually comes in sometime very early in January…

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Anywhere But Here!

The last thing Luke Carmichael wanted to deal with was this! He had just come back a...job interview? He couldn't even remember. All he could remember was the immediate past, the moment where he took out his phone and suddenly saw a message from the potential employer:

GOOD BOY.

He didn't know what to make it of. He didn't even know what number it came from. All he saw was the message and suddenly his body felt stiff. As if he was frozen, he suddenly dropped his phone as he felt stiff.

He couldn't move no matter how hard he tried. All he could think about was Good Boy. It felt so good to be called a Good Boy. He felt so mindless whenever he was called a Good Boy. And Good Boys obey. A Good Boy listens. A Good Boy gets ready to change.

Fuck. Luke thought to himself. He had something important to do, he couldn't get distracted. But as he was stood frozen, he continued to hear it echoing in his mind. It took almost all his strength to look down and realise the same phone he dropped was playing some audio message from an unknown number.

He had to turn it off!

Good boys listen.

As he reached for his phone, he found his fingers fumbling as if he didn't know how to control them. The phone suddenly felt like something that could slip from his grasp at any moment. As he tried to turn off the audio message, he found his hands weren't obeying, instead the hands began to warp and shift.

The sound of wet flesh moving and growing was almost enough to drown out the sound of whoever had sent him the voice message. But that was until he saw his fingers were lengthening, hands were growing, the skin tone was growing slightly warmer.

But the biggest change was how disobedient his hands were. He tried to turn the phone off or close the message or do something.

Yet his larger hands instead just pulsed with new life as they grew and turned the volume up, causing a couple people to look his way as his phone blared.

Fuck! He had to get out of here!

Good boys cant move away.

Just as Luke tried to move, he moaned as he could feel a tightness in his shoes and realised that he was stuck like some statue. His feet weren't budging and that's when they began to grow wider and larger. His toes pushed up against his expensive suit shoes and he whined, begging that the growth stopped.

But as if some force was drinking up his resistance, he watched as his feet suddenly began to burst through the confines of his suit shoes. They were left in tatters as his feet extended a few size forward, the pleasure of the growth making his cock throb.

"F-Fuck what's happening to me?!" Luke looked around, shocked as he saw he was getting more people's attention but the more he tried to move the more his feet refused.

Then the next message appeared:

Good boys have a good ass.

"No please god- ohhhhhhhh~" Luke moaned out loud as he almost fell on all fours if his feet weren't forcing him upright. He still leaned forward, a hand instinctively grabbing his own ass. The more he tried to push against it, the more that he could feel the ass fattening up.

The more he could feel it growing more sensitive.

The more it felt like his hole was empty like it needed something to fill it as his previously flat ass was starting to thicken and fatten up even more. Like a balloon it was inflating, like rolling dough, growing bigger and bigger as Luke moaned and groaned.

"F-Fuck! Please help!" He begged to the passerbys looking at him, some muttering to themselves and others taking out their phones.

Good boys are so horny.

"Please!" Luke begged as he heard the next command and found his cock growing. But it wasn't just growing erect, it grew an inch as if it was so horny that his boner was having to grow bigger to contain all his libido. He couldn't handle it at all as his cock grew tanned, once circumcised, the foreskin was growing back and his cock was drooling pre-cum.

Good boys have good bodies.

"S-Stop recording! Help!" Luke moaned as his muscles were the next to begin growing. Good boys were meant to have good bodies after all, just like the message was telling him.

His ass and feet weren't enough.

The tan began to spread over the rest of his body and the more it enveloped the rest of him, the more that his body changed. His torso started to stretch taller. His pecs pushed forward as they grew even more muscular and his previously skinny stomach started to bloat with muscle forming a six pack.

His thighs expanded as his quads and lats started to grow muscular too, like he was practically living at the gym. But his body was curated in such a way that it seemed more so carved to show off how appealing his body was rather than focus on actual strength.

But even with this strong body, he couldn't move and he saw more people recording what was happening to him. He held up his hand to try and block their view before-

Good boys show off.

He suddenly felt his hips gyrating, the muscles being slick with sweat from his anxiety. But now that same slickness was making everything all the more appealing as he continued to show off his body in all the right ways.

"No wait! What am I doing please-" Luke flexed his arms, unable to stop himself as he looked around. "Please! I can't stop-"

But there was a part of him that didn't want to stop. There was a part of him that continued to want to gyrate, to move, to show off his hot bubble butt or flex those sweaty biceps.

"S-Stop taking pictures! It's not funny!" Luke yelled as he saw more of the crowd giggling, phones out as he moaned.

Good boys are good at being dumb.

"N-No I'm not dumb I have a degree from...I mean like a paper from...Some important place!" His mind was already dulling down. Memories being replaced and rearranged. He was no longer some businessman that had graduated from Stanford and had experience working in business.

In fact he never even went to college.

He barely even made it through highschool.

If it wasn't for his hot body, he wouldn't even know what he would be doing, as he continued to get dumber and grin, finding satisfaction in showing off his body to a random crowd.

Luke shook his head.

"No- Please help...This isn't an act, I need to-"

Good boys cant resist.

"I need to...Need to...Cant resist..." Luke moaned as he flexed again, the dregs of resistance leaking out through the thick pre-cum that drooled out the head of his fat cock as he...

Good boys CUM

Obeyed.

Came.

Everywhere.

The pleasure ran so hot and good that it basically flooded his body, making him feel every last ounce of pleasure that his body could possibly create and then some. He came again and again as the people looked on shocked. But Luke couldn't care. All he cared about was being a good boy.

The Old Luke was no more. They may as well had been left in that office somewhere. You see Luke did get the job at the company after all.

But not as some executive.

No, he got a job as one of the executive's prized dancers for one of their more...intimate businesses at a bar. They would make them a lot more money that way with the way they looked and Luke giggled as he couldn't wait to entertain the men at the bar like he did this crowd.

He's always been such a good boy.

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Trapped

I think I might be trapped in this bodysuit. I can’t find the seam to release myself. There are worse bodies to be trapped in.

As I try to unseal the bodysuit, panic turns to resignation. Until I can figure out how to get unsealed this is the skin I will be stuck in.

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My girlfriend switched bodies with my uncle!

This is the story of how I ended up dating my uncle! It all started about 1 year ago. My girlfriend, Vanessa, and I met in college and had been together for 2 years. She used to spend the summer at my parents' house and we spent the whole day together. Those times were great! But my family was going through a financial crisis. My uncle Marcos was having a garage sale with old things from home in an attempt to help us with the crisis. My father let us rummage through an old pile of ancient magical artifacts that he collected in the past, he used to run the world looking for these artifacts.

Vanessa and I had started early to sort out the junk for sale. Only an hour later, Uncle Marcos arrived. He was a bit disgusting, at least that's what I thought at the time. He was a big-bellied and hairy guy, he almost never wore a shirt, leaving his father's body on display. He was annoying and clueless at times, talking loudly and trying to maintain the image of a brutish man. He arrived wearing only pants as always, raising his arms showing the thick hair of his sweaty armpits. Vanessa didn't like my uncle Marcos at all.

While we were sorting the junk, I ended up finding a peculiar object: a leather book with details of green stones on the cover. He had a strange language that he couldn't decipher. I called Vanessa to see it with me and soon my nosy uncle came close and stole the book from our hands. He tried to read what was written, making an irritating voice. Vanessa, already very stressed, decided to take the book by force from Uncle Marcos. But at the exact moment my yio finished pronouncing the words, and Vanessa held the book, a flash happened, leaving everyone stunned, and soon after we were thrown in opposite directions, each one holding a part of the book, causing it to tear.

With my heart racing and my mind confused, I ran towards Vanessa, who looked dazed. Instinctively, I leaned over to help her and, in a gesture of comfort, I gave her a light kiss, saying: "It's going to be okay, love." However, his reaction was completely unexpected. She made a face and spoke in a different tone of voice that I didn't immediately recognize: "Are you crazy?" Perplexed, I watched as she put her hands to her throat, as if something was different. My despair grew when I asked her what had happened, and she screamed in response, her eyes widening as she looked at Uncle Marcos' body on the other side. I tried to calm her down, saying he should be fine, but her next sentence made my world spin: "You don't understand, I'm Marcos!! How can I be in two places??." A wave of shock ran through my body as I tried to process what she had just said. I looked at her, at my uncle's body, and at the torn half of the book I still held, trying to piece together the fragments of understanding. Whatever happened caused my girlfriend to switch bodies with my uncle!

My uncle's body began to move and wake up. A mix of fear and perplexity took over me when I saw Vanessa, in Marcos' body, get up, putting her hand on her head and asking what had happened. But his voice wasn't the same; it was serious and harsh, completely different from hers. The moment she noticed the change in her voice, Vanessa, in Marcos' body, covered her mouth with her hands in shock. Her eyes widened as she took in the rest of the furry body she now inhabited. A hoarse, masculine scream escaped her mouth as she desperately tried to get up and grabbed my hand. His newly acquired strength, still not used to the new body, ended up pulling me down, and I fell onto his hairy chest, completely confused and not knowing what to do.

Hours passed while the three remained in the living room, awaiting the arrival of Jonas's father, the only person who could guide them on what to do. Vanessa couldn't stop crying, and it was strange to see my uncle's body so emotional, something I had never witnessed before. "We'll fix this, love, I promise", I said, trying to comfort her as the situation seemed increasingly desperate, she seemed to be quite uncomfortable with her shirt off so she asked me to find something for her to wear "find something to cover me, I'm disgusting!"

Finally, my father arrived and explained, between laughs, that the book was capable of changing people's bodies and that he used to use it in his magic show performances. "All we need to sort out this mess is the book to trade you back," he said. However, a heavy silence fell in the room when we realized that the book had been destroyed during the confusion. After hearing this revelation, my father looked horrified and, after a moment of silence, explained that the exchange would now be permanent. My heart sank at the time, realizing that my girlfriend would be an old man forever. My uncle was left unresponsive, while Vanessa looked in shock, unable to process the idea of ​​being trapped in someone else's body forever.

It was difficult for both of them to adapt to the new situation. I loved Vanessa and I couldn't abandon her like that. Even now, she was in my uncle's body. However, I had never been physically involved with a man before, especially when it was my uncle Marcos! A month passed after the exchange and I continued to keep her company, trying to find some form of comfort in this unusual situation. However, it seemed that the male body's hormones were causing changes in Vanessa's personality. At first, she opted for the shirts because she was repulsed by her father's hairy body. Now she couldn't even wear pants! He walked around the house in just his underwear, scratching his bulging belly. His vocabulary also changed, it seemed like he was living more and more with my original uncle Marcos, even in the way he slept. I remember one day coming home and seeing her sleeping, snoring very loudly with her arms up, leaving her armpit hair showing. I couldn't help but notice the path from his twat that led down to your underwear, where there was a huge erection.

As soon as I got closer tiredly so I could sleep, Wanessa turned towards me and hugged me from behind. As soon as I felt her huge erection sticking into my back, I stood up quickly, then she grabbed my arm. "What are you doing?" I asked trying to distance myself. "It's been a long time since we've touched." She said with my uncle's penis throbbing between her legs. "I can't do that! You're a hairy man now" I tried to argue, but she had a lot more attitude now. He pulled me into a hot, rough kiss. It was a totally different experience. Marcos' mouth was big and seemed to dominate mine, leaving me dazed and confused with the mixture and sensation that it provoked in me, but in the end I ended up thirsty. She pulled me closer and my chest was pressed against her hairy chest. I could barely breathe between pauses in the kiss. As soon as I pull away for a second, Wanessa pulls my face into her hairy armpit. The musky smell together with the macular moans in my ear made me dizzy with so much pleasure.

The rest of the sex was very hot, Wanessa, or better said, "Uncle Marcos" dominated me like a real wild bull. the hormones really turned my girlfriend into a wild animal. After sucking my uncle while he forced my head against his new hairy member, he fucked me like a bull! We fucked all night and ate scrolls in our sleep. The next morning I wake up with my head resting on my new boyfriend's soft chest, sweaty and tired. It was incredible, it felt like a walk even while sleeping. My hand caressed your father's belly while my love rested.

A year passed, and everything seemed to be fine. My uncle, now in Vanessa's body, seemed to have adapted surprisingly well to his new life. The last time I visited him, he was much more feminine and gentle than before, as if my old girlfriend's kind and sweet personality had left a mark on him. Meanwhile, my now boyfriend Marcos and I were very happy together. Although it was difficult for my parents to accept the situation, and my friends still made fun of me for dating a 40-year-old man, we didn't care. Marcos dove head first into his new life, assuming his new personality with ease. Now we fuck each other every day haha. During this time, Marcos gained weight and now has a lot of white hair on his body and a bald spot that comes with age, making him more virile and hot. Our relationship has never been as good as it is now.

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Like duuuuuuuuuuude. Thank you so much. Like bruh you gave me everythin I wanted. The muscle. The confidence. The cock. Even my voice. I sound like such a douchebag haha. Like check out these biceps bro huhu. And like did I mention my cock? Yeah like mmmm, so fucking massive bro huhuhu. Can’t stop thinking about fucking and getting big bro. I mean look at me. Who wouldn’t want a price of this now? You turned me into such a hot jock and like what you’d get out of it? Huh, smarts? Like what dya mean? Uhh sure… whatever dude… you see these guns?

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While I do not mind the fur, there is nothing like an upclose view of Peter’s massive slab of pec meat. 

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Dream job.

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Luke, the pec bounce King.

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ABS ART - Oliver

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Caption Series - Empty Nest

"At last, fuck!" Kasey sighed to herself as she settled down into a bath with a glass of wine. 

Her daughter had finally moved out for good. To a different state even for some fancy job that would keep her busier than anything; Kasey couldn't have been given better news. She loved her daughter of course she did, but not having anyone else around that lived at home was the blessing she needed. Most parents would find things strange when their children left home for good, but she was quite the opposite. Kasey had been counting down the days, the hours, even the minutes. 

It had all started when her daughter went off to university. Kasey has stumbled on some tiny little shop in the centre of the city, and after assuming it was some any old store she bought some bubble bath and left. It wasn't until she got home and tried it she found out what it was actually for. 

She'd spent the weekend as a man before the effects wore off. A week as some huge, muscled stud instead of the single mother she usually was had been refreshing if nothing else. It'd come much to her surprise too how easy it had been as a dude. Having a powerful body and a cock was shockingly comfortable, and all from this little H&H bubble bath.

It'd become a regular thing once Kasey accepted she enjoyed it. Dip into a bath and spend a couple days as a man here and there, working out and fucking cute twinks at a local gay bar, her time spent as Harvey was some of the most fun she'd ever had in an otherwise exhausting life. As Harvey she wasn't a single mother that'd been stuck raising a child alone after a cheating husband left when their daughter was only 6 months old. As Harvey he could let loose and relax for once; workout diligently with the muscled body he had and get wild with a full sleeve of tattoos.

But with her daughter regularly returning from university for extended periods of time, Harvey was only something she did for fun here and there for a break. It couldn't be more than that, even if she had after three years of doing it admitted he preferred being Harvey to Kasey. Every time he went back to being a woman now it felt like leaving his real self and hiding away again as the meek, struggling woman he'd once been, and Harvey way over that. 

So the news his daughter was moving out for good was music to his ears.

The very moment he'd waved goodbye to Kasey and watched her drive off into her new life, Harvey shot upstairs and ran the bath he'd been dying to take. A special blend from the same shop that wouldn't wear off, and would really let him be Harvey forever. One last glass of wine before he knew he'd hate the stuff in favour of a good beer, that was the last thing Harvey did before he said goodbye to his old gender, and to Kasey for good.

"Fuuuckkk yes, finally!" The new man said once the changes to his body were done. "No more tits, just all this fucking muscle."

Harvey threw the wine glass and let it smash against the floor. He could clean it later, right now he cared far more about flexing and enjoying his muscles and cock that were now permanent. Three years of his daughter being at university he'd spend realising this was what he wanted to be, followed by another torturous two of her living at home whilst she found her feet and built her career. Harvey had to hide and sneak around to be himself, and now at goddamn last he was free. The house would have a dramatic makeover, his old clothes would be donated to charity, and he knew his new ID's would be arriving in the next day or two. 

He was finally free to start fresh as a gay man that could pull any of the cute slutty boys at the clubs he wanted to sink his cock into. Maybe even find an adorable little boyfriend now he didn't have to hide away as a woman every few days.

"If only my ex could see me now..." Harvey chuckled as he thought about his former husband. "Wouldn't believe this is me. Maybe I should give him a call, I bet the two of us could be good buddies now I'm not his ex-wife anymore." He made a mental note to do just that as soon as he got out of the bath, which would be after he'd jerked off a couple of times. "Gotta celebrate somehow..." Harvey smirked as he wrapped a hand around his 9 inch shaft and groaned; this was going to be an incredible new life. 

And if his daughter came back wondering what happened to her mother? Well, a video Harvey had showing the transformation process was all the proof he needed to show her he used to be the woman that raised her. Or maybe she could get her own dose of the bubble bath and make a new son for Harvey instead...

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I wish I had a big dick, like a horse big dick

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Kiss in the dark; part 1

It's a saturday, and for a pretty boy like you, that means it's time to look for some fun. You've gotten all dressed up - mascara, some nice tight underwear, and an adorable little crop top that shows off your gorgeous stomach; perfectly smooth, and just slightly rippled with abs.

Everything seems to be going great, except… you're in the wrong bar. There isn't a twink in sight here! Everyone around you is a big, thicc, bear of a man.

You know you're out of place, but you see a guy wink at you. "Nice crop top man. I like a guy who's not scared to show off his gut"

He grabs your waist, and pushes his gut against your stomach. It's a bit intimate, especially since he didn't even ask. You feel him reach down and squeeze.

Wait, squeeze?? No way! Your abs are way too tight for that. You look down and see…

"HOLY SHIT"

You've start to grow a gut, and you can see a treasure trail creep over it. He grabs your waist and holds you tight, and you feel wave after wave of hair lap up over your new beer belly. Scrap that, you haven't started shit - you're MASSIVE now.

"STOP IT!"

A crowd has gathered, and you see a few bears laugh. Stop it? How cute, you have no fucking clue what you've gotten yourself into. With each stroke of your body, you see new bulk and hair come in. First, your v shape waist went, then your smooth chest, then your skinny arms. Pretty boy hips are replaced by a firm, beefy frame, and your small, petite shoulders broadened. What else do they have planned for you?

You spiral in place. There's a mirror to the side of the bar, and, when you get a good look, your jaw drops.

To be continued

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Tailored to Perfection

Ethan had been invited to a large corporate meeting next week, requiring nicer clothing than his usual work getup. He’d never liked dressing up; he felt it never looked good on his thin lanky body. But he had no choice now, so he’d gone to the store to get fitted for a nice new business suit to make a good impression on the higher-ups. As he entered the store the tailor came out from the back.

“Hello! Welcome, what can I do for you sir?” he asked Ethan. The tailor was an older man with a cheerful smile and a slightly mismatched outfit.

“Hi, uh, I need a new suit for a business meeting and it's been years since I’ve worn one,” Ethan replied.

“Ah yes yes, I understand,” the tailor said, “What has kept you all these years then?”

“Well, I don’t love how I look in them if I’m being honest, they always look oversized and baggy. But I have to look nice for corporate, so let’s just get this over with,” He lamented.

“A shame to have such a view of the suit!” the tailor exclaimed, “It is an extension of you, your confidence.”

“Well it sure doesn’t feel like that,” Ethan muttered.

“Follow me, we will get you fitted,” the tailor gestured at Ethan, walking towards a setup of mirrors. Ethan followed him over and stood awkwardly on the pedestal, bombarded with reflections of himself. The tailor pulled out some measuring tapes and began stretching them across Ethan’s body, muttering some numbers to himself.

“Well you’ve got a decent frame here,” he said to Ethan as he measured his back and shoulders, “definitely some improvement to be done but a good start.”

Ethan was slightly taken aback by that comment, but he didn’t say anything, eager to have this experience over with as soon as possible. He felt the tailor’s hands wrap the tape around his chest, talking to himself again. 

“Well… if we add some size here that would be a good start…” he overheard, before suddenly a strange feeling arose in his chest. It was a pounding, pulsing feeling, on the edge between painful and pleasurable, almost like a deep massage. It almost felt as if his pecs were growing, stretching larger and thicker with every beat. The feeling grew so strong that Ethan looked at his reflection, and to his shock he could see them becoming more prominent, pushing his shirt away from his body. He stayed still as the tailor was still working, but he looked down to double check, and they had grown so large he could barely see past them to his feet! The strange sensation he had felt was spreading, and his stomach area felt it next. He could feel his abdominals heaving and growing, pulling in tighter as muscles grew and swelled. Ethan was stunned.

“Give me just a moment, I need to grab a better pencil,” the tailor said before stepping around the back side of the mirrors. In that moment Ethan felt his new torso, his hands cupping his massive pecs and gliding over his now defined stomach. But while rubbing his hands over the smooth skin something felt wrong. There was something prickly on his chest. He pulled up his shirt and his jaw dropped. There were thick brown hairs starting to sprout all over his torso. The hairs spiraled out around his nipples and coated his large pecs in a thick rug, follicles pushing out hair after hair as the pelt grew dark and dense. The hair spread down his abs and covered his new definition in a thick layer of hair as well. His hands were running through the coarse hairs as they grew longer, poking through his fingers.

He heard the steps of the tailor and quickly pulled his hands out of his shirt. The tailor had come back with some different tapes and quickly got back to work. He got on a stool to measure Ethan’s shoulders, wrapping the tape tightly under his armpit.

“Mmm yes, I want you to feel confident. The suit will showcase the true you,” he said from behind. Ethan could feel that same sensation returning as his shoulders inflated, growing from bony to boulders as his delts exploded. He felt power and size flow down his arms as his biceps and triceps grew to twice, three times their original size. His forearms pumped up and he gained the thick hands of an experienced lifter. He felt the same itch as dozens of thick, wiry hairs sprouted from his pit, overwhelming the sparse few he had there before. They grew in thick and dark, and he could feel his pits becoming sweaty immediately. The hair on his chest spread up and out, traveling over his shoulders in a wave of hair that would be clearly visible. The hair spread down his arms, popping out of the smooth skin of his upper arms and burying his forearms in thick fur. Even his hands weren’t safe, as Ethan watched thick hairs worm their way out of the backs of his hands and knuckles.

“Raise your arms up for me,” the tailor commanded. Ethan complied as more measurements were taken, but immediately the stench from his pits filled the room. What was happening to him? The tailor wrapped his tape around Ethan’s pumped biceps, measuring a hefty 18 inches.

“Yes, yes, everyone will see and know your power, your virility,” the tailor said, Ethan beginning to see the connection. “Your masculine hair will stick up out of any shirt collar, and poke out of the ends of any sleeve, there will be no doubt.” As he said this, his already thick chest hair grew just a little more, sprouting up above his collarbone and reaching onto his neck so that it did indeed show above his shirt. The hairs continued to climb upwards, poking through on his chin and sprouting on his cheeks. His upper lip darkened as numerous dark hairs erupted from the previously smooth skin. The hairs grew quickly, his face filling in with a dense beard in moments. The itching was relentless as hairs pumped out of the follicles, coating from his cheekbones down his neck and everything in between.

“Good, a thick beard will stand out against your skin and the fabric well,” the tailor said as he walked around to the front of Ethan. “Now I believe I have most of your measurements, we’ll need to try some things on as well.” He darted away into the back of the store. Ethan now had a moment to take in what had been done to him. This tailor had changed him from a lanky nerd into an insanely hairy beefy man, or at least partly. Ethan should’ve been horrified, but something inside him was excited by the change, almost turned on by it. He felt like he could be more bold, more assertive. People would listen to him looking like this. He caught himself feeling his massive arms and tried to get a grip of himself; this was not natural, not good, and he should definitely not be enjoying it. But the tailor had reemerged holding a white dress shirt with a beige jacket and pant set. Despite his brain telling him to run, to get out, Ethan’s body stayed put, he was losing control. There was a part of him that craved this new body, this new attitude he could feel developing.

“Alright, try these clothes on,” the tailor handed the suit to Ethan and drew the curtain shut behind him. Ethan hung it on the wall and tried to take his own shirt off, which was certainly more challenging than he’d expected. Those bulging muscles were not going to let it go. He eventually got both shirt and pants off and got to marvel at himself in the mirror. It looked as if he’d put on at least 30 pounds of pure muscle. His body was built and toned, though it was hard to tell under the massive amount of hair that had covered his upper body. He took the dress shirt and slipped his arms into it. It was snug, but fit in a way that showed off his new build. That same part of Ethan’s brain was ecstatic, when the old Ethan would hate to be seen in clothes like this. He similarly slipped on the pants and jacket which fit fairly well. After admiring himself for just a moment he opened the curtain and returned to the tailor.

“Hmm, it’s good but could still be improved,” the tailor said disappointedly. “Turn around for me and let me check the seams.” Ethan did as he was told, and all of the sudden he felt an immense pressure in his back. His spine stretched, adding multiple inches to his height. The same muscle growth he had felt earlier returned in stride, with his traps and lats growing as if years of training had passed in seconds. His shoulders broadened even further, which was the final straw for the suit he’d put on. The jacket and shirt both shredded, unable to contain the new and improved Ethan. Out of some instinct, Ethan flexed his arms up, destroying the rest of the fabric that had hung on. His pose revealed that the bushes in his pits had gotten even thicker, and the itching had now spread to his back. He turned around to see the reflection of his back in the mirror, and a grin crossed his face at what he saw. 

Thin hairs began popping out of his shoulder blades, quickly growing thicker and darker. The patches of hair grew rapidly, spreading across the empty field that was his back muscles. The hairs joined up with the fur that had grown on his shoulders, and traveled down towards his ass. The hairs continued to grow thicker and longer, weaving together into a furry rug that coated his massive back. The more hair grew in, the more Ethan fell prey to whatever the tailor was doing to him. He now wanted to become more massive, more furry, more masculine. He wanted to show the world at every second that he was in charge.

Ethan then looked down at his pecs, watching the already thick hair grow darker and curlier as it absolutely covered him. That trend raced down his torso to his groin, where until now there had been a lightly trimmed bush of light hairs. Those soft wisps were quickly overtaken by the thick, dark, and curly hairs that reared their heads all over his groin. His pubes blossomed into a forest of hairs, the bush spreading out in every direction. He couldn’t resist the urge to shove his hands into the growing fur, feeling it push out and curl around his fingers. He let out an uncontrollable moan as the hair continued to spread, giving him a truly manly crotch for the first time. The hairs raced down his thighs, coating his legs in a pelt thick enough to hide the skin in some spots. While these hairs were sprouting his legs continued to bulk up, quads doubling in size as his slacks split down the seams. Even his feet began to grow, pushing against his now incredibly tight shoes until they too burst open. He could see the same dark hairs that coated his whole body sprouting on them as his toes stretched out. There was no hiding that he had become a beefy hairy man, and that new body was seeping into his mind as well.

“Well that suit certainly won’t do, let’s get you fitted again,” the tailor commented after Ethan had absolutely destroyed the last suit.

“I want to go navy blue this time,” Ethan said with a newly commanding voice. He shocked himself at how much deeper it was now. He really did have a new powerful persona. 

“Of course sir, I’ll be right back with that. Something to show off the new you,” he scampered off to the back once again. He came back with a finely made navy blue suit and a matching shirt and tie. “This, sir, will do the job I assure you,” he said. Ethan slipped on the new shirt and tried to button it up, but his new pecs were too large even for this shirt. He turned back to the tailor.

“Ah yes I know it will not close, but a man like you is not afraid to show off his powerful hairy chest. You will overpower anyone else in the room, making them drool like dogs,” the tailor assured him. Ethan roared with laughter, becoming accustomed to his new deeper voice. He sounded powerful, confident, and masculine. He put on the rest of the clothes which fit perfectly. He looked at his reflection and no longer saw the old Ethan, but a new one. An Ethan that would make a statement upon entering any room, one who knew what he wanted and was not afraid to take it for himself. He knew he wanted to wear clothes like this every day now, not just for this business trip. He turned back to the tailor with a smirk on his face.

“I’d like to be fitted for another while I’m here”

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Bruiser

Bruce is a handsome, boy-next-door type with killer smile. While being a football player at State University, he came to terms with his sexuality. Now that he was out and proud, he's been exploring a lot more. Something has always drawn him to older men - he thinks it may be the fact he's been around coaches all of his life.

Bruce went online to find out a place where he might be able to find a Daddy. Most of the people he talked to recommended places, especially cigar bars. Bruce drew a line at smoking because it just wasn't something he was willing to put up with. Still, he tried dating guys his own age, but it wasn't filling his need.

After a few weeks of thinking about it, Bruce decided to go to one of the recommended places. Even though it was a cigar bar, he figured it wouldn't hurt to stop in and look around. Worst-case scenario, he would just grab a drink and head home.

As he entered, all eyes I mediately went to him. While he appreciated the attention, it was a bit intimidating. About 30 minutes after he arrived, an incredibly handsome older man approached, placing two bottles and a mug uniquely shaped like a skull. The man was fit, tattooed, and smoking a thick cigar. "Haven't seen you here before," the man said, "Care to join me in a drink and cigar?"

Bruce could feel his cock twitch as he looked at the handsome stranger. "Sure," he said, "I don't see smoke, but I'll certainly share a drink. Have a seat." The man sat and introduced himself as Seth. "Too bad," Seth said, "I love swapping smoke with a handsome boy. There's nothing like it."

The longer Bruce sat with Seth, the more he attracted he became. His eyes were so beautiful, he could stare into them all night. The smoke from Seth's cigar seemed to float between them, to the point it no longer bothered Bruce. Seth poured a drink specifically into the glass skull mug. He told Bruce it was a locally made liquor. "When in Rome," Bruce thought as he downed the concoction.

Between the soothing tone of his voice and gorgeous eyes, the effects of the smoke and drink seemed to be hitting him hard. "I'm sorry," Bruce said, "I'm feeling a bit strange. I may need to go." Seth placed his hand on Bruce's shoulder saying, "There's no need, boy. You're home now." With that, Seth took a long haul on his cigar, leaned in and unloaded into Bruce's lungs as he lost consciousness.

As Bruce awoke, he was strapped in a chair. His clothes had been removed, head had been shaved, and a gas mask was over his face. Seth and other men from the bar were around him. "Welcome back," Seth said. "Fuck you," Bruce yelled, "Let me go!" "Sorry, we can't," Seth said, "You know too much now."

"I don't know anything," Bruce begged. "From our conversation, I know you like Daddy types," Seth said, "We've decided to help you become the thing you most desire." With that, one of the men blew cigar smoke into the hose connected to the mask. Bruce was forced to inhale the smoke and exhaled. He felt certain that his chest expanded further.

"There it is, Daddy," Seth stated, "Join us. Become what you are destined to be. A big, powerful, man." His mind was fighting the words being said, but at the same time they made sense. He was a powerful man. He deserved to be able to display his masculinity anytime, anywhere. Screw the rules of society. Fuck what others think of him.

"There it is," Seth said, "You're coming around. I can see it in you eyes and your posture." Bruce asked, with a more mature and gravely voice, "Why are you doing this to me?" "You deserve it," Seth responded, "I can tell. You've been at odds with yourself for so long. We are offering you this chance to fully release your truth."

Those words from Seth permeated Bruce's mind. A complete shift occurred in his brain as he stated, "Take off these straps and fucking get me a cigar and a beer!" With that, Seth pulled off the mask. Bruce's boyish face was gone. In its place was a furrowed brow, one of intensity and focus. This man knew what he wanted. As he stood, one of the other patrons handed him his cigar and a beer.

After a swig and pull, he exhaled and stated, "Call me Bruiser."

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The Promotion

“I’m going right into Mr. Johnson’s office and i’m demanding a promotion”

“Are you sure that’s a good idea, Elijah?”

“I’m at my desk working 24/7, dude. I deserve to get paid way more”

“Last time someone asked for a raise, I never saw them again. He must have fired them or something”

“Well, that’s a chance I’m willing to take” Elijah stood at Mr. Johnson’s office door. He looked back at his coworker.

“The next time you see me, I won’t be working the same old boring desk job anymore. Trust me”

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KNOCK KNOCK

“Come in” Elijah could hear Mr. Johnson’s gravelly voice inviting him into his office.

Elijah opened the door to see Mr. Johnson sitting at his desk. His suit perfectly tailored to his slim 40 year old body. His legs were spread wide, accommodating for his big manly bulge. He ran is hands through his perfectly sculpted salt and peppered hair. He was the epitome of masculinity. He glared up at Elijah.

“Take a seat” he commanded.

Elijah swiftly closed the door behind him and sat across from his boss. It felt as if Mr. Johnson’s eyes pierced into his soul.

“So why are you in here today, Elijah?”

“Well, I’ve been working a lot recently and I think I deserve a promotion.”

“A promotion?” Mr. Johnson’s furrowed his brow.

“Yes, a promotion. I’ve been sitting at that same desk for years. I think it’s time for something new”

“Well” Mr. Johnson flipped through the papers in front of him. “I do have one available position. And it’ll get you away from that desk of yours”

“Yes! That’s perfect” Elijah tried to hide his excitement. Finally, he was getting out of the office. Away from his computer. Away from the monotony of his boring desk job. He’s finally getting the promotion he’s always dreamed of.

“I just have to ask you a couple of questions before you start.” Mr. Johnson stared directly at Elijah.

“Since you’re interested in this new position” Mr. Johnson grinned. “I imagine you love gross smells. You probably don’t mind your body hair reeking of sweat by the end of the day, right?”

“Em, I... I don’t understand.” Body hair? Gross smells? Elijah was confused. Elijah was hairless. He was a 21 year old and couldn’t even grow a beard. He had no hair on his chest. No hair on his arms. Nothing. He had always been insecure about his lack of body hair. And who the hell likes ‘gross smells’? And what the hell does that have to do with working in finance anyway? What a weird question. Elijah was able to shrug it off.

“You’re hairy and love gross smells?” Mr. Johnson asked again. But this time, he was firmer. More deliberate.

“No, I’m not. I don’t know what you’re talki-“

“You’re hairy and love gross smells” Mr. Johnson stated. This time it wasn’t a question. His tone was direct. It was confident. There wasn’t a shred of doubt in his voice.

“I’m hairy and love gross smells” Elijah felt the words slip out of his mouth. Elijah sounded so sincere. He said it so truthfully, as if he really believed it. And that’s because he did. Elijah rubbed his hairy arms and smiled.

“I love gross smells. Smelly farts, stinky underwear, sweaty armpits, I love it all. I shouldn’t tell you this but... every time I sense a fart coming, I shove my hand down the back of my pants and fart onto my hand. Then I just rub my smelly hand all over myself. I love stink. I can’t get enough of it” Elijah confessed as he played with the chest hair poking out from his shirt. It felt good to be so honest with someone.

“In order to fill this position, you have to be pretty strong” Mr. Johnson smiled at Elijah. “You’re quite big, Elijah. You even have a gut, don’t you?”

“Um, no... I’m quite skinny” Elijah laughed nervously. What was his boss talking about? Elijah was small both in frame and stature. He was barely even 5’8 and he was very skinny. Not even the lean kind of skinny. He had a flat hairy stomach. Thin hairy arms. Small biceps. Small hairy legs. That’s how he had always been. Mr. Johnson must have been thinking about someone else.

“You’re fat and muscular, right?” Mr. Johnson questioned.

“No. You’re thinking of the wrong per-“

“You’re fat and muscular” Mr. Johnston stated.

“I’m fat and muscular.” Elijah smiled at his boss as he adjusted his large body on the tiny chair. His 6’4 stature and muscular frame had always caused this problem. But when you’re as fat and as muscular as Elijah was, this kind of stuff always happened. But Elijah had always been this way, so he was used to it.

“Yeah. I’m fat and muscular” Elijah flexed for his boss.

As Elijah showed off his big hairy muscular body to his boss, he realised that his shirt was undone. Most of the shirt’s buttons were lying on the floor... as if his shirt had just... burst open. How did that happen? The shirt he was wearing was an extra small. Why would a big masculine man like him be wearing such a small shirt? Elijah only wore extra large shirts. No other shirt could cover his big fat muscular body.

“Well, Elijah. I doubt a younger man would be interested in this position” Mr. Johnson smirked. “So, I say you’re around 34? Is that correct?”

Elijah was desperately trying to button what was left of his shirt. But his big fat beer belly was getting in the way.

“No, I’m only 21. I’m still quite youn-“

“You’re 34.”

“I’m 34.” Elijah enjoyed his 20’s but he was happy to be in his 30’s. He didn’t yearn for the past. He‘s a lot smarter now. Especially since he was able to go back to college in his late 20’s. With each year, he grew wiser. Elijah was a clever man. Fit for any job.

“So because you’re interested in this position, I don’t imagine you’re too smart, huh?”

“That’s definitely not true. I have a degree in finance“

“So, you’re dumb?”

“No, not at all. I’m actually quite well educat-“

“You’re dumb”

Elijah vacantly chucked as he scratched his empty head. “Huhuhu, I guess I am pretty dumb, aren’t I?”

Elijah knew he wasn’t the smartest. He dropped out of high school when he was younger. He was never interested in college. Was never interested in learning. He just didn’t have the brain capacity for it. But that’s just life. No point in trying to change it.

“So that’s all the questions I have for you, Elijah. I think you’re perfect for the position”

“I guess I am BURRRRRPPPP” Elijah’s dumb chuckle was cut off by a gross smelly burp.

“You’re perfect for the construction worker position. I’m sure you’ll do a great job building the extension to our building”

“Definitely will, Mr. Bossman.” Elijah’s hulking frame jumped up from the chair, his beer gut jiggling.

Elijah tore off the constricting shirt and lifted up his huge arms, showing off his sweaty pits. He buried his nose deep into his smelly armpit, took a sniff and then let out a long sigh.

“Damn that’s the stuff”

“Now get to work, Elijah. That extension isn’t going to build itself.”

Elijah dumbly chuckled and started walking towards the exit. His big massive size 12 feet stomping on the carpet. The construction worker opened the door and looked back at his boss.

“One last thing, Mr. Bossman”

PFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT

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And so, Elijah continued his life as a dumb smelly construction worker. Obsessed with his own stink. Constantly farting around coworkers. Constantly burping into people’s faces. Constantly skipping showers. Elijah loved his life. He loved being the way he had always been, just a dumb gross smelly construction worker.

But Elijah got what he wanted. Elijah will never have to work a boring desk job ever again...

(Story inspired by @dumb-and-jocked’s Like Father, Like Son. Go check it out)

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Out Of Touch

“Delete TikTok, son. It’s a waste of time”

“Dad, you don’t understand!”

“I said delete it!”

“Maybe if you had millions of followers like me, you’d understand”

“Well keep on dreamin, son. That’s never gonna happen”

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Richard was disappointed that his son had developed an addiction to this new app called ‘TikTok’. It was a waste of time. He spent his entire day shirtless doing stupid dances in front of his phone. Richard had to put a stop to it. Encourage him to do something more productive. Who cares that he had millions of followers, right?

“Dad, I want you to understand why I love TikTok”

Richard’s son balanced his phone against the wall. The phone camera staring directly at the father and son.

“No, son. I don’t want to be in your stupid Tikto-“ Before Richard could finish his sentence, music began to blast from his son’s phone.

Richard’s son started dancing in front of the camera. Showing off the latest TikTok moves he had been practicing for hours. The music caused a warm sensation to flow through Richard’s body. The 41 year old’s body felt as if it was on fire.

“Son, I need to sit dow-“

“DANCE DAD”

Richard’s body began to move against his will. His hips gyrating. His tongue sticking out as he winked at the camera. His arms meticulously moving as if he had been practicing the TikTok dance for hours. The 41 year old dad looked so out of place. But he couldn’t stop. It just felt so good to dance sexily in front of the camera.

“THAT’S IT, DAD. I CAN TELL YOU’RE LOVING IT”

Richard’s face began to get younger. His entire body regressing. His age decreased from 41 to 35. His skin becoming smoother and less blemished. His wrinkles becoming less pronounced. His laugh lines fading. His age slipped down further and further the more he danced. The more he humped the air, the more he regressed. Age 35 to 33 to 29 to 24 until eventually he slipped down to a young fuckable 20 year old.

The 20 year old’s hair began shifting to match his younger appearance. It became long and shaggy on top. Showing no signs of receding. The 20 year old ran his hands through his curled hair and gave a wink to the camera. Richard was screaming on the inside. Why was his body changing? Why did he look like he was in his teens? He almost looked as young as... his son.

Richard gained back control of his body... his new 20 year old body. He tried to run away from the music. He ran out the front door but the music was still perfectly audible. The music kept changing the 20 year old. As Richard tried to run away, his body grew. Richard stumbled down the street as his biceps grew. They grew until they were the size of a quarterback’s. Richard’s chest began inflating. His flat pectorals inflated like balloons. Becoming fat and juicy. His nipples becoming more sensitive. His new pecs now bounced with each step. Richard’s beer belly flattened. His flat stomach was then replaced by clearly defined abs. His ass grew more and more. Becoming round and fuckable. It jiggled with each and every step. As he ran away, his juicy tits jiggled and bounced as his fat ass swayed from side to side. It was humiliating.

No matter how far he ran away from his house, the music still played. He could hear every lyric. Every beat. His mind knew every dance move. His body just wanted to dance. To just rip off his shirt, stick out his tongue and hump the air. But he had to resist.

The music began infecting his mind. With each beat in the song, Richard’s IQ dropped. His IQ went from 130, to 100, to 90. Richard thought his IQ was safe at 90. But the beat began to get more intense. It began to build up more and more until eventually... the beat dropped. As the beat dropped, Richard’s IQ was drained out of his head. The beat drop in the song caused his IQ to plummet to a generous 40. Richard stopped running. He stopped panicking. He just stood blankly in the street. The music still blaring.

“Me so fuckin dumb” the jock chuckled. He sounded so dumb. So vacant. He couldn’t think about anything other than the music.

Richard... or was it Noah... Richard is too smart a name for a dumb jock like him. Noah began to follow the music. It was so inviting. So enticing. He followed it all the way back home. Noah entered the front door to see his son still dancing in front of the camera.

“Dance with me... BIG BROTHER”

Noah jumped in front of the camera, joining his little bro. It felt so good to be showing off his sexy body. Noah couldn’t help but feel so horny as he danced suggestively with his brother. Noah lifted up his t-shirt showing off his new fuckable body. Noah knew what he was doing. He was giving his 8 million fans exactly what they wanted.

“Damn” Noah dumbly chuckled as he danced with his little brother.

“I love TikTok”