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Made to Order
Franco pulled up to the apartment building of his latest client. He parked his car along the street and sent his client a quick text letting him know he had arrived. Franco then pulled out a pair of earphones from the glove compartment, connected them to his phone’s jack port, and put them on. He then booted up a survey app. It greeted him with a light blue screen and a ‘Hello!’ in a British accent.
“Let’s see what kind of guy this dude paid good money to bang…” Franco muttered to himself as he pulled up the list of responses from the survey he sent to his clients. He scrolled to the latest data entry and skimmed it over. A grin formed on his face as he read it.
“Alright then! No time like the present, let’s get to work.”
He downloaded the data entry into his phone’s local storage and composed it into an audio file. Once it was ready, Franco pressed ‘play’ and leaned back in his seat as the makeshift music began to fill his ears. He took a deep breath and cleared his mind of any and all thoughts, allowing the music to submerge his mind and body with powerful subliminal messaging.
Gender: Male. Age: 24. Height: 6’4” ft. Weight: 170 lbs.
Franco groaned as a cold chill ran up his spine. As he grew taller and heavier, the muscles in his legs rapidly flexed and relaxed.
“Ohhh… Fuckk man…”
Franco couldn’t help but massage his aching body as he began to physically transform. He became hyper-aware of how his body felt and moved, which made touching his sensitive skin with his warm hands all the more pleasurable as it gradually changed. Franco moved the car seat back, as he needed the extra space to accommodate his sudden growth spurt. He gained several inches of height and about 30 pounds until he matched the size his client had requested.
Hair Color: Brown. Eye Color: Green. Facial Hair? Mustache only. Body Hair? Yes.
The next few details of Franco’s client’s request rang in his ear and reverberated throughout his body. He gripped the sides of his seat as he felt his body working overtime to pump out heavy quantities of hormones. He winced in pain as his dark brown eyes changed colors. They became lighter and lighter in hue until they were a brilliant shade of green that glimmered in the sunlight.
Franco’s hair was next to transform. The straight, black hair on his head grew lighter and curlier until he had wavy, brown hair. The skin on Franco’s upper lip tingled and itched as the hair follicles began rapidly growing in. Franco let out a heavy moan as his mustache hairs kept growing and growing until he had a thick mustache that hung over his lips. Once he had the right mustache, his underarm hair began growing, too. Franco only had a light dusting of pit hair, but thanks to his strange audio files, he could grow well past his natural limits. His armpit hair grew longer and thicker until he had a jungle of brown pit hair in his underarms. His pit hair had become so long that it even peeked out when Franco had his arms down!
Ethnicity: Mexican. Language: Spanish, or English w/ Accent.
Franco let out a sigh of relief as he heard the next three lines of the audio file. Thankfully, the next transformation would be more mental than physical, which gave Franco a chance to take a quick breather.
He relaxed against the headrest as the audio file echoed inside his mind. The more Franco heard his client’s preferences, the more his psyche changed to match his request. Suddenly, Franco was no longer a middle aged man from Midwest U.S.A. but a young Mexican man who had only recently immigrated into the country. His mind became filled with all sorts of new knowledge surrounding his Mexican heritage and culture, such as the Spanish language.
“Mmm… Que rico…” Franco purred sensually as his throat muscles broadened and his vocal cords thickened, granting him the heavy accent his client had requested. The audio file also gave him a deeper voice too. Although that detail was more for Franco’s personal enjoyment than anything else.
But despite his newfound knowledge, there was only one thing the newly transformed Franco desired: to fuck as many men as physically possible. There was nothing he loved more than seeing a man pressed down against a pillow as he railed them to the next Tuesday. Just the thought of a man’s bubble butt swallowing his dick was enough to make him start leaking.
Size: 7.5 inches. Breed: Dom top. Body odor: YES.
While Franco was busy relishing his new voice and fantasizing about his next bottom, the next line of the audio file played, triggering the final piece of the transformation. Franco threw his head back as the next wave of bodily sensations caught him off guard. He let out loud, guttural groans as his manhood grew obscenely erect until it filled in his underwear. Franco massaged his sensitive, throbbing member as it grew longer and fatter than what he originally had. Before he knew it, Franco’s new endowment ripped the fabric of his briefs. His dick sprang to life like it was just begging to be released and played with as soon as possible!
Franco wrapped his hand around his new dick and gave himself a few strokes just to test out his new tool. As he did so, a rank smell began to fill his car. It was sweaty, smelly, and addicting. That scent was none other than his natural body odor but kicked up to 100%. With the windows rolled down, Franco was becoming hot-boxed off his own tantalizing smell. Not that it really bothered him, as he was too busy admiring the glorious sight of his new, hung cock standing at full mast with a healthy bush of thick pubes to complete the look.
A tap on the window interrupted Franco’s moment of self-admiration. He glanced over and saw his client watching him with hungry eyes and a hand stuffed down his pants. Franco smirked, then rolled down his window.
“Hola papacito. ¿Te gusto?” Franco flexed his arms and winked at his client. The man nodded vigorously like a dog begging for a juicy steak. Then, he took a heavy whiff of Franco’s potent body odor and sighed, satisfied.
“I can’t wait any longer! C’mon, let’s get you inside!!”
Franco grinned. He loved the whiny sound of a man begging to get fucked. He tossed his phone and earphones to the side and followed his client up to his apartment, where he proceeded to show him the dom Mexican top he requested to fuck him hard and raw. Another man made to order, another man satisfied.
Jakey, Baby…
There was nothing particularly extraordinary about Jake. Twenty-six, decently fit from his days of playing college soccer, a little dense but well-meaning, he worked a construction job by day and spent his evenings on the couch playing Call of Duty and demolishing value packs of chicken nuggets. He was straight as an arrow, and proud of it—not in a preachy way, just in a “bro, I don’t know, girls are hot” kind of way.
His best friend, Darren, on the other hand, was as gay as a sequined drag brunch. The two had been friends since middle school, sharing everything from pizza slices to brutal gym sessions. Darren had always been a little obsessed with Jake—not that Jake ever noticed. Or if he did, he assumed it was just Darren being “funny gay.” But Darren was done pining. He had discovered something. Something powerful. Something shiny. Something… swirly. It was a hypnotic pendant. He got it from a “totally reputable” website with a checkout page that included glitter GIFs and an auto-playing ABBA song. But it worked. He tested it on a barista and got three free coffees. The time had come.
“Bro, what’s that spinny thing?” Jake asked, eyes already starting to glaze as the spiral of light twirled in Darren’s hand.
“Just look into my eyes, bro,” Darren said, grinning.
Darren sat across from Jake in the apartment’s living room, the lights dimmed, the air thick with the scent of sandalwood incense and anticipation. On the coffee table between them, the hypnotic pendant swayed slowly, the swirling glass catching what little light remained like a lure in deep water. Jake, in his gym shorts and a tank top that had clearly seen better days (and maybe a few too many days without detergent), slouched comfortably on the couch.
“So, wait,” Jake said, blinking lazily, “what’s this thing supposed to do again?”
“It’s just for relaxation, bro. You’ve been so tense lately,” Darren said, voice smooth, velvety, almost coiling around Jake’s thoughts. “Just watch the pendant. You trust me, right?”
“Yeah, dude, of course. You’re my best bro,” Jake mumbled, his voice already losing its edge, like he was being lulled into a warm bath.
The pendant swung left… right… left… and Jake’s eyes followed, a little slower with each swing.
“That’s right,” Darren said. “Just breathe with me. In… and out… good. Just like that.”
Jake’s head tilted slightly. His shoulders dropped. His lips parted in a dumb little smile. It was working.
“You’re feeling good, aren’t you, Jakey?”
“…Yuh,” Jake slurred slightly, pupils shrinking to slivers. “Kinda floaty, bro…”
“Good. Now just listen to my voice. You’re going to feel your body start to… change. Nothing to worry about. Just let go.”
Jake’s breath hitched. The first thing to change was his muscles. His shoulders began to widen with a soft cracking sound, like joints sliding into a more perfect alignment. His arms swelled, biceps ballooning under his skin, veins pushing to the surface. His chest popped outward, tight and full, thick slabs of pec-meat jiggling slightly before firming up.
“Dude, m’arms feel… swole,” Jake mumbled, blinking slowly. “Like I just did a million curls…”
“You did, Jakey. You’ve always been this big. You’ve always loved lifting.”
“Yeah…” he said dreamily, staring down at his new bulk. “I… love lifting…”
Then came the hair. Strands darkened with oil from old sweat began to lighten, shimmer, and lift. As if bleached by endless summers of shirtless beach volleyball and poolside flirting, his hair morphed into a thick, flawless golden blonde. Each strand lay just right—no product, no effort, just himbo perfection.
Jake giggled softly, reaching up and running his beefy fingers through his new golden locks.
“Bro, m’hair’s like… surfer hot now.”
“That’s because you’re meant to be hot, Jakey. You’re meant to be dumb and beautiful and gay.”
Jake paused.
“…Gay?”
Darren leaned forward, voice sinking deeper, richer.
“You love guys, Jake. You’ve always loved guys. You love how they smell, how they kiss, how they taste. You love flexing for them, touching them, being touched. You love me, Jakey. You’ve always been in love with me.”
Jake blinked slowly. The tension in his forehead melted. Thoughts rearranged themselves, clunky memories of high school girlfriends fading like old Polaroids left out in the sun. Replaced with visions of steamy locker rooms, flirtatious protein shake dates, and Darren—always Darren—smiling at him, touching his arm just a little too long.
“…You’re, like… my mancrush,” Jake whispered, blushing through a dopey smile. “My boyfriend…”
Darren smiled, his hand gently reaching out to guide Jake’s chin.
“Say it, Jakey. Say what you are.”
Jake’s blue eyes sparkled, utterly vacant of any past, any straightness, any awareness beyond the present.
“I’m your dumb, gay himbo,” he said proudly. “Your big, muscley, super stinky boytoy.”
And oh, he was so stinky. Because while his memories rewrote themselves, while his body became a Greek statue come to life and his brain simplified into a lovable, meat-headed mush—some things remained stubborn. Darren leaned in for a kiss—and immediately leaned back.
“Is that… yesterday’s deodorant?”
Jake blinked. “Nah, bro, it’s AXE Phoenix. Like, five sprays. Extra coverage.”
Darren gagged slightly. “Did you shower today?”
“…Didn’t wanna wash the gains off.”
Darren pinched the bridge of his nose. “Jakey, baby, we talked about this…”
Jake pouted, all 6’4” and 230 lbs of pouting golden god.
“But babe… AXE is, like… chemical soap. That counts, right?”
And so, Darren accepted his fate: he had created the perfect gay muscle himbo. Dumb, devoted, and devastatingly in love. But still somehow convinced Febreze was a substitute for laundry detergent.
I Don't Get Pit
Fastidious neatfreak Trent can't believe people are actually into Pits. After being badgered by a coworker and dipping his toe in the water, the accountant sees the light on the way towards being a musky dom whose pits no one can deny.
Musky, hairy, bottom to dom TF! Hope you enjoy Trent stuffing his head in his own pit before becoming a man who can't live without forcing twinks to do the same! -Occam
Trent guesses he missed the boat. Pits are just kinda gross, surely he’s not alone in thinking so. For the longest time he just thought it was some kind of an in-joke. OF models and other thirst-trappers would post some clearly comedic pit-forward pic, the comments would go crazy, the models would get more views and more traction. Obviously people aren’t actually into musk- eugh.
It wasn’t until he started chatting about what he’s into with a coworker that his bubble finally burst and he realized just how truly real pit fiends are. Backed into a corner and more than a little icked by the idea of playing with some dude’s pit hair, Trent is doing his best to leave the conversation.
“Shut up! Trent. You’re telling me you’ve never even been a little turned on by your boyfriend’s b.o.”
Squirming at the idea, the fussy accountant tries to shrug but can’t hold back a full body shiver, “Ugh- no? I mean, it’s just like basic hygiene right? I- It’s normal to want a man to not stink when you’re in bed with him?” Trent’s coworker stares at him like he just spoke in tongues.
“Girl! But you’re a bottom! Don’t you want your men to like~ actually be men!?” Trent’s dating history flashes before his eyes, seeing a parade of milquetoast, almost hairless men he does wonder if his coworker has a point. Flickering back to a memory of the one time he dated above his station with a twunky jock, Trent recalls in great detail how their situationship quickly blew up after he complained about how he always smelled like ass coming back from the gym.
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BOW AND OBEY
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.
Hope y'all enjoy this one! Thank you for 3,000 followers! That's still insane to me, can't believe there's so many other hairy tf enthusiasts out there. If you're undergoing your own jock or hairy tf, be sure to let me know ;)
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Something About Him
There's always been something about Ryan. At least, Liam used to think so.
He never knew if it was his bright and fun personality, his gorgeous face or his top-notch body. I mean, really. Almost 6'2, with arms the side of his own head, pecs that hung out of his chest like tits, rock-hard abs, thighs that could crush a skull with ease and an ass that could put any of the Kardashians to shame. There wasn't anything else to expect, really. Ryan was one of the main jocks on campus.
And to be honest, almost everyone had a crush on Ryan. Even those who weren't really attracted to men, and the guy truly knew it. He was a total show off, parading himself around the halls in the shortest shorts possible, and when he wasn't wearing tight tank tops or compression shirts, he went shirtless, leaving his incredible physique on display all the time.
Still, it was weird for Liam to have a crush on him. He'd never been attracted to jocks or really built guys. His type was people like him; skinny, nerdy and shy guys. He found jocks and gymbros kind of annoying. They were always loud, smelly, dumb as bricks and with egos the size of a planet.
But even with all of that, he could never shake the feeling he would get every time Ryan would walk by him. He was so drawn to him. Always wanting to be near him, look at him. And very recently, he actually wanted to try hanging out with him, which was a crazy thing to think about. A little nerdy nobody hanging out with one of the most popular jocks? Complete and utter madness. However, he overheard a conversation between Ryan and one of his 'bros'. Ryan needed help with a literature essay. And now Liam was walking directly to his direction to offer him exactly what he needed.
"H-hi" Blurted out Liam awkardly, cursing to himself for sounding so embarassing. "Uhh, do I know you, bro?" Ryan looked away from his phone to look at the scrawny kid talking to him. "No you d-don't know me, but I was sitting by you in literature when I heard you say you needed help with your essay. I can help you if you'd like it" He said, starting to get that feeling again, like being close to him was making him lose his mind. "Really, bro? That would be so nice of you, what was your name, bro?" Ryan's eyes lit up. "It's Liam, nice to meet you" He extended his hand to Ryan without thinking, regretting it immediately after.
Ryan grabbed his hand and in a swift motion, he pulled him into a bro-hug. When he touched him, his mind went wild with desire. His skin seemed to burn with every second it touched Ryan's. He felt himself getting hard. Embarrassed, when Ryan let go of him, he covered himself with his bag, and sat down next to him to talk about the essay, trying to get his mind off of his unusual thoughts.
They agreed on meeting up in Ryan's dorm after classes so Liam could tutor him, or end up writing the essay for him, he wouldn't mind. As long as he could get to hang out with him, he could write essays for him for the rest of his life. He would give everything to be close to Ryan. And that wish, as he would soon find out, would be granted.
Liam was restless the whole day, counting every second of every minute of every hour until he could see Ryan again. When the day was finally over, he ran to his own dorm to clean himself up and grab some stuff that he needed for the essay. He ran to Ryan's dorm as fast as he could, wanting to spend the longest amount of time with him as possible.
When he arrived and knocked on the door, the door opened almost immediately after he knocked, almost like Ryan was also eager to see him. He was shirtless, wearing only some short shorts that left little to the imagination. Liam couldn't help but stare for just a second, just enough for Ryan to notice.
"You don't mind me being shirtless, do you bro?" Liam just stood there stunned, not knowing exactly how to answer, opting for an awkard "N-no, not at all. If you're comfortable like that, I don't mind" Ryan smiled with a faint malice, one that Liam didn't pick up on. "Come on in, bro. Mi casa es su casa or however it goes".
When he walked in to the jock's dorm, he saw the absolute mess that the guy lived in. Clothes hanging around everywhere, none of them looked particularly clean. His kitchen sink was filled with dirty dishes, and the kitchen itself was a mess of various stains, presumably from meal prep and even more dishes. After a second of taking what would be his work environment in, he started getting that weird feeling again. His mind started racing and going places he really shouldn't right now.
"So, should we start with that essay of yours? The faster we finish the earlier you can send it in, right?" He hurriedly asked to try and get those thoughts away as fast as he could. "Uhh, sure bro. We could work on it on the couch, it's the most comfortable place to work, I think" Ryan answered, sitting down and signaling for Liam to sit down right by him.
The nerd's heart skip a beat, the idea of being so close to the Adonis of a man in front of him making him go wild with joy. He sat down right there next to him and pulled his laptop out of the bag he brought with him and started talking to Ryan about the assignment and what exactly he needed to write about.
They (actually, mostly Liam) got to work on the essay. With the jock just watching Liam write down idea after idea in the form of fancy and long words. Honestly, the work would have been much easier for the nerd if the beautiful man in front of him would stop being so attractive for a second. He would get distracted from time to time looking at the guy's incredible body. And his mind could not stop thinking about him in every inappropriate way possible, and Ryan noticed this, knowing soon would be the time to strike.
Almost two hours went by when Liam announced that the essay was done. "You're done already, bro? It would've taken me weeks to write that on my own, huhu" Ryan chuckled dumbly, turning around to face the guy who just gave him an A+ and lifting his arm up to reveal a jungle of wiry dark hairs in his pits. Liam immediately locked eyes on the jock's pits and felt his mind go absolutely crazy with want, desire and need. "It really was n-no problem at all" He stumbled on his words, trying to hide the thoughts he was having.
Ryan smiled maliciously, knowing exactly what was going in the nerd's mind. "You're tripping over your words, is everything okay, bro?" He lifted his arm further, scratching his back. "Y-yeah, I'm fine. I s-swear" Liam's eyes were glued to the dark and damp paradise that was just in front of him. That's when he noticed the smell: sweet and appealing, yet kind of musky and salty. The same smell that, unaware of it, he'd been inhaling since the first time he came close to Ryan.
"You finally figured it out, didn't you bro?" Liam was startled, but still unable of doing anything but stare at the jock's pits "W-what? What do you m-mean?" Ryan just chuckled dumbly again "That little feeling you've been having all day? That would be my smell, bro. It has a special effect on everyone around me, it makes me completely irresistible to those who inhale it" The nerd's mind was steadily fogging up, leaving him confused about everything he was saying to him.
"You can't even think anymore, dude!" Ryan cackled loudly "It normally just makes you attracted to me for a couple minutes, maybe hours. But you've been taking it in for more than two hours, that's where the other part of it comes by. Your intellect is melting totally, bro!" Liam could barely understand anything the jock was saying to him, his mind focused totally on his pits.
"I think it's time for you to take it straight from the source. Come here, bro!" Ryan grabbed the back of Liam's head and pushed it towards his pit, successfully drowning the latter in his scent. In his dazed state, Liam could do nothing to stop him, he just inhaled every bit of the man's smell. His mind melting totally into a sea of pure want and desire for him, leaving no room for any other thought other than pleasing the jock.
His body started heating up, continuing the process further. "Woah! Already at the physical changes then?" He felt hot all over, like in an oven. Suddenly, a pressure appeared on his entire body, pushing it outwards like a balloon getting inflated. Only he was being filled with pure meat and muscle all around. His arms grew, filling up nicely with hard muscle to impress anyone he wanted to. His pits became sweaty and hairy like Ryan's, producing his own musky scent. His hands became big and callused from his time at the gym, veins spreading from them out to his upper arms.
His chest grew heavy with soft muscle that would work like pillows for anyone who layed on them. His nipples growing sensitive and perky, perfect for playing with. Ryan took a handful of the muscle-tits he just gave him, getting a nice moan out of the former-nerd that got muffled by his pits still covering his face. His core grew strong and wide, abs popping into existence until he had a nice and hard six-pack to show off.
Above, his face reshaped to that of a hot jock, becoming sharp and beautiful. His hair grew messy and fluffy. Like the one you would see in a popular influencer, perfect for grabbing attention everywhere and from anyone.
Below, his legs grew into tree trunks ready to pull, carry or push any weight necessary. His thighs turning into the ones of a guy who never skipped leg day: wide, strong and incredibly sensual. His ass started inflating with soft muscle that lifted him up of his seat, making the task of getting as much of Ryan's scent easier. His calves looked like the ones you would see in a football player, and his feet grew into size 13 soles to match the size of his new body.
Finally, his junk grew to incredible sizes. His balls filling with powerful seed worthy of a jock, and his cock grew harder and harder until it started growing longer and wider. He reached a nice 9 inch monster the width coming close to that of a beer can. Ryan grabbed onto his cock and drew another moan muffled in the jungle of his pits. He started stroking it, coming close to the climax of Liam's transformation.
Memories of straight A's and studying were replaced by evenings in the gym, making his body as desirable as possible. Nerdy friends and interests became nights drinking with his bros, watching sports and talking about their recent conquests and affairs. And finally, any attraction he had towards any skinny guys disappeared, turning into desire for other big guys like himself. Specially for his lover, Ryan. Who he'd met in the beginning of college and with whom he had hit it off right away.
He spent every moment of every day possible with him. Going to the gym with him, sharing classes with him. Practicing football with him and enjoying themselves in the showers after evey game and every practice. Actually, enjoying themselves at every opportunity they could, in the car when they went out to eat. In the college's bathrooms, in their dorm every night after a long day of getting buff for his man. Leaving messes everywhere they were, none of them cared enough for cleanliness or being proper. He was absolutely devoted to him, caring only for what Ryan thought of him and needing to please him in every way possible.
The thoughts of pleasing him made him tip over the edge, finally coming in his new jockstrap and gym shorts. The remainder of his old clothes torn and destroyed around him. Finally lifting his head up from Ryan's pit, to look directly in his eyes and smiling dumbly. "Had fun, dummy?" Ryan spoke first, giving his jock a loving and mischievous look. "Well what do you think?" Liam signaled to the mess in his jockstrap, getting a laugh out of his boyfriend.
"I could still do one more round, though" The former-nerd said, getting up from the couch and walking towards their room, letting his laptop fall to the ground. He was shortly followed by his boyfriend in a fit of dumb giggles and chuckles. He's sure now that there's something about him, and it's everything about him.
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Hello hello! this is my very first story, i've been lurking in the shadows in the community but never dared to get into writing myself until now. I don't know if i'm going to upload regularly or if i'm even going to continue posting, but I wanted to at least give it a shot.
All constructive feedback is appreciated, if I do continue writing I want it to be as good as possible. Hope you enjoyed!
Reblog if you're into mansmells.
Reblog if you're into mansmells.
Muscle daddy cop blackmailed and bound.
Don't look away. Slow, deep breaths... The air is thick with his scent. You've always loved the smell of men. The heavy odor forces you to relax. Your thoughts slow. Accept the natural pull. Sink to your knees...you know where you belong.
I'm so deep in right now, but I need to go deeper. I wanna become a permanent, completely dumb jock boy. Always working out, and pumping iron, without a single thought in my noggin. Big and muscular, with plump pecs and thick arms.
I wanna only think about filling holes, lifting weights, eating good and nothing else. Be a helpless slut that will fill any hole with my dumb caveman cock and fill it with sperm.
A good stinky slut that smells like workout, and covers you with my smell as I pound you.
Anyone wants to help me ?