I love your posts dude! Do you think that you could grow me into a huge horny bodybuilder daddy?
Of course! I’d be happy to. I can see that you are already on your daddification journey.
Looking good, stud! That said, let’s help you get there a little faster, yeah? A big daddy needs his fuel. A strong base will provide you with building blocks for future growth.
One day, you woke up feeling an unfamiliar weight on your body. You were still working hard at the gym, so it’s probably not a bad weight. You certainly felt good, more energetic, even.
Day after day went by, each morning you felt heavier than the last. Strangely, hair also started to sprout all over your body. From your puffier chest down to your expanding gut and crotch, manly fur grew and spread to cover your body.
A gym goer you were familiar with caught up to you in the locker room, and commented that you were bulking good, you looked like a beefy bear!
It was quite a surprise, but a welcome one. The unfamiliar reflection in the mirror filled you with joy, and sent a jolt of pleasure down to your penis. Another thing that had been changing, you were not celibate or anything, but it felt like your libido was growing along with your manlier body.
That moment encouraged you even further, you went hard at the gym, harder than you ever imagined you could. Each limit you pushed, each stretch and tear of muscle you worked, each sweat and effort of exertion felt dizzyingly amazing. Underneath your healthy layer of fat, muscle tore and grew larger and harder. Each flex and pose revealed your improving flesh. Delts rounded out visibly stretching your shirt, abs gather into rows of dense cobble stones beneath your gut, back widen like meaty wings, arms and legs expanded and shaped into huge muscly logs, and chest…
Your pecs balloon into beefy fur-covered pillows, spilling out of your tanktops lewdly like you were doing porn shoots. The sensation of your often-erected nipples rubbing underneath newly-tight clothes or peaking out like they were refusing to be covered kept you constantly half-hard and restless.
Then again, even without that, you still felt horny and sensitive more often than not nowadays. It’s like you’re in another puberty, one that builds up on itself. You swore that your cock and balls are getting bigger. Your cock felt larger when your hand wrapped it in your increasingly-often masturbation, thicker, and longer with each tingly stroke from tip to base. The meaty length often slicked with precum, your larger balls churned like it’s producing cum non-stop.
The idea aroused you enough that you had to jerk off again, your third time that morning, and unlikely to be your last for that day. It’s been two weeks since you started gaining weight, and you could have humbled a porn-addicted gooner with how often you pump your manhood, and each orgasm felt better than the last. Shit, now you’re riled up again.
It’s like your second “puberty” was trying to outdo ten people. In such a short time, you looked nearly unrecognizable, like a much larger and masculine cousin tried badly to impersonate you. And you felt like you were being doped up on aphrodisiac all the time, hormonal teenagers seemed chaste and reserved in comparison.
Your back was covered in dense manly hair now, almost brutish and primal in how it enveloped you. Heat and manly musk radiated from the dense cover, yet it didn’t smell bad. If anything, you smelled sexy and potent, like an alpha male broadcasting his strength and desirability as a mate. The thick manly scent could have driven the manliest of studs into humble submission, and potential mates into quivering lust. Probably both, in the same person even, if you’re honest.
UGH! It felt amazing! You felt powerful and sexy and constantly horned up. People glanced at you everywhere you go, even the large studs you previously admired but were sure they were straight sneaked a look or two your way, and the sight of the stiffening bulge pumped you full of elation and desire. When they came to crowd you and complement your size, your strength, your masculinity, it almost made you lose control. You had to excuse yourself to somewhere private and try to calm down. Pleasures like powerful orgasms torrent through your nerves as you lean back and try to… Well, you didn’t even know.
It’s been three weeks, and after all these transformations, you felt confident, cocky even. You often send a smirk and a quick bicep flex or two when someone looks at you, and their blush and evident desire fills your chest with pride. It’s not arrogance, exactly. You don’t look down at others as inferior to you, regardless of how much you grow. More like a knowing confident pride of knowing how much of a stud you are and how enjoyable it is to share yourself to others.
You now mostly wear revealing clothes that frame your powerful body and highlight your potent masculinity. It’s practically a crime to conceal your desirable form, and no one was repulsed by your presence. At least, no one was after basking in it for a moment.
It’s been a month, and your life has been very different from before. When someone called you daddy a few days ago, it’s like something unlocked in your mind. Your attitude shifts again, the cockiness you had now reshaped into matured masculinity, manly daddy taking care of his boys, to be admired and worshiped for your powerful presence and to nurture and guide your sexy boys to their own daddy-hood.
Your new life is now full of sex and growth. When you are not busy lifting and flexing in the gym, you are worshipped by men who want to be your boys. You show them how to workout, how to grow huge and be more masculine, and fill them with your virile cum over and over. Your previous self from a month ago feel like a completely different life, and you wouldn’t have it another way.
