Tactical Pelt
Dalton was at his prime. He had been in the Marines for nearly a decade at this point, rising through the ranks and succeeding in every mission he’d been deployed on. He was in the best shape of his life as well, with the daily workouts and protein packed meals showing in every inch of his body. He love it, the physical prowess, the prestige from the military ranks, the comradery with his fellow Marines, it was all perfect.
His heart jumped when he was pulled into a clandestine meeting one morning. His sergeant stood towering over even him, making even Dalton unsure of what was coming his way.
“Dalton, you’ve been of great value to this nation in recent years,” the man started, “It’s time for what I believe to be your most important assignment yet.” Dalton’s eyes widened a bit, he’d already done plenty of daring missions and vital reconnaissance, what could possibly top that?
“We’re soon going to execute a covert operation overseas, and you’ll be leading the task force to achieve absolute success. However, this will require some more in depth preparation than normal, and as such I’ve brought in Doctor Massoud, who will ensure you are properly acclimatized to the region before departure.”
The sergeant stepped to the side and opened the door behind him, and the doctor entered the small room. Dalton was caught off guard by the man, who he would not have taken for a doctor besides the tight scrubs he was in. Massoud was a hulking man, rivaling even the sergeant in terms of sheer size, with muscles stretching his clothes to their limit. His deep brown skin was nearly completely coated with thick black hair, with a forest erupting from the deep v neck of his outfit. He was clean shaven, but a dark shadow reminded anyone of the monstrous beard that threatened to sprout each day.
“If you would both follow me to the other room,” he said with an authority in his voice. Dalton rose from his chair and entered through the doorway behind his sergeant. The room was dimly lit other than a bright overhead light above what looked like an operating table. Dalton’s skin crawled, what exactly was this mission he was being put on?
“Please lie down on the bed,” Massoud said with little emotion in his face. Dalton had little choice but to comply. “I’ve been tasked with making sure you will find success in your mission. To that end, I’ve developed a technique to ensure complete camouflage with the operative area.” He did not elaborate any further on the subject, but instead produced a small syringe.
“This will likely hurt,” he stated bluntly.
The doctor pulled up Dalton’s sleeve slightly and stabbed the syringe into his arm. The needle went deep, and Dalton winced as the liquid was injected into him. He had a high pain tolerance from years of training and injury, but somehow this had reached beyond that. The doctor quickly removed the needle and wrapped his arm with a light gauze before stepping back.
“It should begin fairly quickly,” he said, providing no context. Dalton had a swarm of questions in his head. What was that injection? What was all this about? He hadn’t even been briefed on the mission yet, and he was quickly becoming stressed about the entire situation. His thoughts were interrupted by the doctor.
“Please remove your clothes, corporal,” he said coldly. Dalton looked to the sergeant standing next to him, who gave a nod to confirm. He sat up from the bed and pulled off his shirt before unbuckling his pants and sliding them off as well. “I would advise your undergarments as well,” the doctor added.
Dalton was truly confused by this scenario, but he was in no position to disagree with his superior at the moment. With some disdain, he slid off his underwear, revealing an averagely sized flaccid cock and the stubble of a recently shaved groin. He then sat there on the bed, naked, with harsh lighting beaming down on him. Seconds felt like hours as a few goosebumps appeared in reaction to the chill of the room around him. Just as he was about to voice his apprehension for the entire ordeal, Dalton felt a small pinprick on his chest, pulling his attention downward.
He looked down on his large pecs to find a thin, wispy hair poking out from the edge of his nipple. It was nearly transparent, glowing in the light as it grew longer, curling into the air. Dalton slowly moved his hand up to touch the hair, feeling its length between his fingers as he watched another hair slowly emerge nearby. His nipples grew hard, perking up as they became wreathed in hairs, strands growing thicker and wiry as more and more sprouted from his chest. The growth radiated outwards, hairs spreading across his pecs and into the valley between them, growing darker and denser there. Hairs popped up further and further from his nipples, clambering up towards his collarbone as the skin beneath tingled from follicles activating for the first time. Within moments his chest had been covered with a light but puffy coating of brown hairs, more than he’d ever had before.
Dalton could hear the sergeant and doctor whispering from a few feet away, unable to concentrate on what they were saying. The tingling in his pecs quickly turned to itching as the hairs continued to flood in, filling in the gaps, growing thicker and darker. His nipples darkened in color as the hairs surrounding them thickened into dark, wiry coils. The growth reached outwards, and Dalton raised his arm to confirm his worries about the itch appearing in his pit. He watched as his light tuft of hair was quickly overrun with thick, wiry hairs. They erupted from the smooth skin of his pit, growing longer and thicker than anything previous. The old wispy hairs followed suit, darkening as they grew thicker, follicles doused in whatever the doctor had injected into him. The hairs kept pouring out of his pit, curling together into a deep jungle that clawed its way out from the bounds of his underarms. The hairs blended into his chest fur and threatened to encircle his arms entirely, with lone strands popping up around his bicep. Dalton could feel a similar mass growing under his other arm, filling in with wiry fur to match. He lifted the other arm, the mass of sweat soaked hair pulling apart as hairs continued popping up further and further out. A wave of thick masculine stench hit Dalton’s face, the sweat coalescing in both his pits combining with his raging pheromones. He reeled backwards in disgust, even when deployed he’d made sure to keep himself clean and shaven.
Dalton’s attention was pulled back from his pits when he felt a throbbing in his underwear. It pulsed, a pleasurable but intense sensation taking over his groin, his cock inflating as it grew harder and harder. The formerly flaccid cock stood at attention, but the tingling sensation continued, turning into an itch. He stared at the stubble coating his groin as it began to darken. The freshly shaved hairs pushed out slowly, inching out from his skin as they took on a darker hue than ever before. Within moments his modest bush, which hadn’t seen the light of day in years, had returned, but that was just the beginning. Dalton felt blast of pleasure as his bush surged outwards. Coarse dark curls erupted from his skin, tangling with older hairs into an impenetrable jungle. The hairs spread across his groin, burying exposed skin beneath wiry strands, claiming more and more territory as his inner thighs and navel area fell to the masculine threat. Hair surged upwards from his bush, coating his stomach with fur, a treasure trail would be underselling it. The line of hair shot straight up to his chest, blending into the darkening rug up north. He didn’t even notice the doctor taking notes in the background as his bush thickened once more, wiry hairs twisting together into suffocating coils, the triangle filling out and then some as his entire lower torso vanished beneath the growing hair.
Dalton’s cock was buried beneath the voluminous bush sprouting continuously from his groin. He shoved his hands in to try and find it but the tight curls of pubes caught him at the surface. With a gasp, Dalton suddenly felt like he’d been kicked in the nuts, but there was more to the sensation. His mouth agape, a moan trickled out as he felt his balls inflate, going from invisible beneath the jungle of pubes to creating a mountain in the forest. They swelled to the size of apples, immediately flooding Dalton’s body with even more testosterone. His sack darkened in color, itching up a storm as he could feel the prickles of the same thick hairs sprouting. Wiry black hairs exploded outwards, burying his hefty balls beneath a dense thicket. The hairs curled together, blending into his pubes above and slowly crawled south over his taint, with lone hairs popping up in advance. He could feel his balls churning as they began building up a storage of cum, but Dalton didn’t notice the darker skin tone beginning to spread from his groin, drenching each hair with black pigment as it washed over his growing follicles.
As his bush continued to writhe with growth, the wave of deep brown tone washed down over his thighs, seeding thousands of follicles in its wake. Seconds later, like popcorn beginning to pop the hairs sprung out from his skin. A thick, black hair shot up, followed by another. His thighs itched as the hair claimed all open territory, darkening skin becoming buried beneath the thick strands tangling together. The growth passed his knees, growing hairier than he’d ever seen another man’s. His shins were next, as thicker and thicker hairs erupted down his legs, curling together and puffing out, wrapping them in fur. He heard a crack from his feet as the bones shifted, widening, pushing against his socks as they expanded. Fabric stretched to its limit as his feet nearly doubled in size, another involuntary moan escaping his lips as the growth finished. With his feet taking all the possible room inside his socks, the growing hair could only push outwards. He watched as long black strands popped up through the fabric, first on his toes before spreading across the tops of his now massive feet. They looked comically large, but still vaguely proportional to his massive calf and thigh muscles he’d worked so hard to build over the years. He barely registered the new darker tone consuming his skin, hardly visible under the thick pelt of hair coating every inch of exposed skin, thickening more and more as he stared in awe at the sight.
Dalton was overwhelmed, his body felt like it was on fire from all the follicles trying to push through his skin. But at the same time, his new massive balls were flooding him with hormones, translating everything into a sensation of pleasure. It was a conflict of reality; what did his body want to be, who did he want to become?
He couldn’t linger on such thoughts, as his face started to itch, primarily on his upper lip. Dalton had always kept clean shaven due to being in the military, and even before that he remembered shaving his newly grown peach fuzz away at every opportunity. He was suddenly interrupted by the doctor, who had remained silent in the background until now.
“You might like to use this,” he said, pulling down a large mirror from above the table. Dalton was furious, wanting to demand answers from the man who’d subjected him to this ordeal, but before he could get out a word the vision in the mirror captivated him. His reflection betrayed him, the smooth chiseled face he’d known for years darkening as a thick shadow blanketed his cheeks and chin. His upper lip prickled as that shadow emerged as dark hairs, thicker than the peach fuzz he’d last seen grace that skin. Black hairs pushed out from his lip, thick and dense enough to block out the skin below in mere moments, curling together and down over his lip. The rest of his face ignited, follicles burning as they roared to life. His cheeks darkened as the shadow came to life, a solid wall of hair pushing out all at once, burying his skin below an ocean of wiry, tangled hairs. The growth radiated away from his mouth, his hairy cheeks connecting down to his chin burgeoning with newly sprouting strands, black hairs that pressed out longer and longer, his nascent beard growing wilder by the second. The hairs blended up to his sideburns and began creeping down his neck, fluffing up and thickening as the growth flourished on the canvas that was his face.
Dalton was stunned, unable to make any noise as he saw his hairline recede slightly, pulling further up his forehead. The testosterone flooding his system was only increasing, and the hair near his temples slunk even further back. The effects of his heightened hormones were not constrained to his head, as the fluffy down that had sprouted across his pecs began to adapt as well. Drenched in androgens, the follicles shifted, producing thicker, longer, darker hairs. The rug grew denser, new growth filling in between the old hairs, tangling into an impenetrable jungle of chest hair. Underneath the new growth was the spreading of his new deeper tone, creeping up from his groin, spreading out across his beefy pecs. Where the darker skin tone went, the hairs thickened even more, becoming intense black coils that could not be controlled. The deep brown color seeped up his neck, his newly invigorated chest hair following closely behind. Hairs emerged above his collarbone and continued climbing, quickly connecting up with the beard hairs that had started migrating south. In mere moments there was a continuous bridge of thick fur from his jaw all the way down to his feet. As his face darkened to his new complexion, he felt sharp pain as his brow thickened, jaw widening to match. His face contorted to a new, more masculine form, befitting the hair that covered most of it. His eyebrows even thickened, nearly forming a unibrow as testosterone wreaked havoc upon his body.
Dalton’s body groaned as muscle and bone shifted once more. He looked helplessly in the mirror as his shoulders widened, his back growing in mass as his frame pushed out, stretching his body to its limit. The vast, deep brown expanse was unblemished but for a moment. He breathed deeply as he felt a deep itching sensation appear at the small of his back, followed by the all too familiar prickling he’d come to know. A thick patch of hair grew in, before spreading upwards, climbing up his spine like a hirsute vine. The hair spread out over his shoulder blades, first as patches of fuzz before thickening, matting together into black fur. The hair spread and sprouted across the wide expanse, coating his muscled back, connecting around to the thick fur blooming on his stomach, and creeping up over his shoulders. His traps tingled as thick hairs popped up across them, knitting together into a seamless pelt that coated Dalton front to back. His ass itched as well, the patch of hair just above had begun to spread downwards, his meaty cheeks becoming dusted with wisps before the surging hormones forced them to take root. His ass became a field of growing fur, curly strands popping out one by one until they too were hidden beneath a fur coat. He couldn’t help but reach around to scratch as his crack became filled with thick wiry hairs bursting out, his pristine hole becoming engulfed by possibly the thickest, darkest hairs that had sprouted yet, surrounding the delicate flesh with testosterone laden fur. Dalton could see in the mirror how his wide silhouette grew fuzzy, hairs popping up all over and crawling across his body.
Dalton’s attention was drawn back to his groin as the intense sensations of growing hair coalesced around his manhood. He could see his pubes pushing out, growing longer and curlier, responding to the hormones sweeping through his body. The sensation was euphoric, causing his cock, which had been hidden beneath the waves of hair, to proudly emerge as it grew to match the rest of his body. His body pulsed with pleasure, each inch his cock pushed out caused Dalton to gasp, letting moans slip out in a baritone voice he didn’t even register was different. His hand reached down with a mind of its own, grasping his growing manhood as his shaft swelled, veins growing prominent. He slowly slid his grip down the length, his hand nearly vanishing in his bush to find the base. The head of his cock flared out in response, another moan escaping his lips as the shaft thickened, his large hands not even fitting around its girth anymore. Beneath his fingers he could feel hairs climbing up his shaft, thick wiry hairs erupting up its length, pressing through the gaps between his fingers as his bush threatened once again to claim his cock. Dalton groaned as he began to stroke up and down the shaft with his hand, feeling the prickles of growing hairs beneath. Precum erupted from the swollen head, pouring down the shaft and into his bush, adding to the developing musk emanating strongly.
Dalton began breathing intensely as his stroking quickened, his instincts taking over as the pleasuring sensations grew to a climax. He could feel every hair on his body growing, thickening, tangling together into an erotic pelt covering every inch of him. His cock pushed out another inch, the fountain of precum unceasing as it fertilized more growth in his groin. He could hear the hairs erupting as they scratched against old ones, joining into the wiry jungle. Looking for just a moment back into the mirror, Dalton saw the reflection of an entirely different man, one that was no longer any part of his old self. His balls dropped another inch in that moment, releasing their pent up load. He roared as the climax took hold of his body, a flood of cum erupting from his cock, blanketing his reflection in the mirror. He continued to stroke, rope after rope of thick cum shooting out as his old self drained away with it. The flow diminished down to a trickle, dripping down his shaft as his hand finally let go.
The doctor and sergeant finally returned to the table. “It appears this was the most successful adaptation yet, Doctor Massoud,” the sergeant said, seemingly pleased. The doctor turned to face the man on the table.
“You are now known as Saif,” he said, “Your superior will inform you about your mission now.” With that, the man turned and left the room.
“Saif,” the sergeant said, this time with a barely visible grin on his face, “I look forward to your success on this task.” Saif nodded, he was ready to go home.
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