Subject Ryan M. (hereafter referred to as Subject #1) was selected as an ideal candidate for field testing of our latest BAER WEAR prototype due to multiple recent life disruptions: romantic separation from long-term girlfriend, recent relocation to an unfamiliar metropolitan area (minimizing his social network), intention to begin a fitness regimen based on his internet activity. Interception of the subject's online gym clothing order was executed without incident. Original merchandise was replaced with Prototype BW-TK-004 tanktop. Delivery was completed by newly acquired asset "Daddy Rick" (originally Richard Paulson, 31, now 54 prime example of a musclebear daddy, bearification achieved through conventional anal and oral penetrative conversion protocol by Senior Field Agent Ursus.) Daddy Rick reported no complications. Subject accepted package without suspicion. Subsequent email complaint of Subject #1 regarding visual discrepancy with the ordered product was successfully placated with an apology and a 50$ gift card. No further customer service contact attempted.
DAYS 1-2:
Browser history surveillance flagged search query: "gym tank top stinks even after washing". Research note: the beard hair and body hair harvested from volunteer BAER CORP employees woven into the fabric continue to produce detectable musk even after standard washing machine laundering. Further prototypes need to boost olfactory masking in order to prevent early-stage resistance. However, psychoactive effects of the musk remain fully potent despite repeated washing. Subject #1 was observed putting on BW-TK-004 within approximately six minutes of waking up, after having spent the night with it in his room. No further complaints regarding odor have been logged.
Day 3:
Upon wearing tanktop for approximately 3 hours and 46 minutes before arriving at the gym for his first workout, visible physical changes in Subject #1 have already been observed during the surveillance in the lockerroom:
-faint hair growth on previously entirely smooth chest
-darkening and thickening of forearm hair
-faint facial stubble, correlation with the effects of BW-TK-004 inconclusive, subject did not shave that morning
Post workout analysis revealed remarkable growth. Subject completed standard beginner routine (full body training, 45 minutes duration). Physical changes documented:
-Pectoral muscles have increased in size significantly, are now visible even through clothing
-Biceps circumference increased by approximately 3,4 centimeters
-Body hair thickened significantly across chest, spread across the abdomen and formed a distinct treasure trail
-Stubble transitioned into a visible beard shadow
-Overall muscular development equivalent to 4-6 weeks of intensive training in an average male
Day 4:
Subject doubled his training volume without any apparent signs of fatigue. Second workout duration: 97 minutes. Muscle hypertrophy continued at an accelerated rate, surpassing the projections. Overall increase in 9.3 kilograms of muscle mass and 13.1 kilograms body mass in total. The subject's chest is now becoming visibly barrel-shaped. Arms thick, veins becoming prominent across the biceps. Subject’s beard growth is now unmistakable, dark, coarse hair covering the skin around jaw and upper neck completely. Body hair spread to shoulders and upper back, increasing in density.
Observation of critical behavioral shift: Subject did not shower after performing his workout despite its high intensity and extended length. Proceeded to return to his apartment while still wearing the sweat-soaked tanktop. Home surveillance registered the following sequence:
At 17:12 subject opened his laptop, accessed a heterosexual pornography video saved on his harddrive “big booty blondie.flv”, watched the video for 1 minute 47 seconds, closed the video, laid down on his bed, pulled the front of BW-TK-004 up to his nose and masturbated for 4 minutes 18 seconds with his eyes closed before reaching orgasm. Substantial increase in ejaculate volume observed compared to previously established baseline during preliminary surveillance. The subject proceeded to rub the ejaculate into his chest before promptly falling asleep.
Day 5:
The subject’s muscle hypertrophy and hair growth follow the adjusted predictions. The subject is now approximately 19 kilograms heavier than the baseline. The beard became full and thick. Body hair is now covering the entire torso, arms, and legs, hairline shows signs of receding.
After returning from the gym the subject initiated an internet search for new workout videos. While viewing a video featuring the professional powerlifter Harald Stein the subject became visibly aroused. The subject's gym shorts immediately tenting up, erection clearly visible through fabric.
Following search history was documented:
“bearded bodybuilder” - 8 minutes of browsing through multiple short videos and pictures while occasionally palming his erection
“hairy muscle” - search performed on a pornographic website, subject continued to scroll through video list until finding one featuring a solo male performer, masturbation commences, orgasm reached after 7 minutes 13 seconds
Subject clicks on suggested video “Musclebear fucks his cub hard”, after less than two minutes of refractory period, subject’s member is fully erect again, he commences masturbating again and ejaculates in 3 minutes 41 seconds.
Subject clicks on subsequent suggested video “Alpha daddybear orgy”, after approximately three minutes of watching the video and breathing heavily, subject begins masturbating with increased intensity, ejaculation commences within 3 minutes 21 seconds.
The subject's stamina and recovery time showed dramatic enhancement compared to baseline. Ejaculate volume remained high across all three orgasms. The subject fell asleep with his laptop still open, gay pornography still playing, dried semen covering his torso and beard. The subject did not shower after waking up and moving to his bed or the morning thereafter.
Day 6:
Gym surveillance camera 7 located in the weight lifting area captured the subject performing bicep curls in front of the mirror. Visible erection formed as the subject watched his own reflection, creating an obvious bulge. The subject did not appear alarmed and completed the workout before proceeding to the men’s restroom.
Bathroom surveillance camera 12 recorded the following:
The subject entered one of the stalls, pulled the front of BW-TK-004 and commenced masturbating while flexing his biceps. After approximately 47 seconds, subject left the bathroom stall and entered the public bathroom area admiring himself in the large mirror installed on the wall. Verbalization recorded: "Fuck yeah... so fucking big...", subject flexed continuously while masturbating and caressed the hair on his chest. Orgasm achieved within 1 minute 12 seconds. Ejaculate sprayed across the mirror and wall, substantial volume, thick consistency. The subject did not clean it up, pulled BW-TK-004 back over his chest and exited the bathroom.
Surveillance Team #2 assigned to Subject #2 (Trevor H.) for monitoring of subsequent bearification progress.
Days 7-10:
Subject #1 began to regularly interrupt his fitness routine with masturbation sessions in the gym bathroom, always ejaculating on either the mirror or the wall surfaces and never cleaning it up. Subject #2 began to arrive at the gym daily in hours coinciding with the schedule of Subject #1. Observed Subject #1 from a distance with visible signs of arousal and entered the bathroom immediately after Subject #1 left it, licking up the left behind semen and masturbating. Orgasm achieved in 42 seconds. On day 10 Subject #2 appeared to abandon his training routine. After confirming that Subject #1 was present in the gym, Subject #2 instead chose to spend the following 37 minutes slowly masturbating while hidden in one of the gym stalls in anticipation of Subject #1 entering the bathroom for one of his regular masturbation sessions.
Subjects #1 and #2 show further augmentations to their libidos, stamina as well as ejaculate volumes. Visible physical changes to Subject #2 have been noted: Increased body hair on arms and chest. Facial hair growth significantly accelerated. Muscle tone improvement of 17% compared to baseline despite the reduction of exercise amount. Internet search history showed a progression from heterosexual to exclusively gay bear pornographic content over the 72 hour period.
Day 11:
A message exchange between Subject #1 Ryan M. and his former college classmate and associate Derek P. has been intercepted:
Derek: dude, all okay with you? Saw your new pics online, are you on gear or something? You look like a completely different person!
Ryan: no worries man, I’m not taking anything, I think it’s just those newbie gains I’ve been reading about…
Derek: lmao that’s not how noob gains work man! It’s been barely over a week and you’ve got a beard like a lumberjack and are so freaking huge and hairy! like some kind of a manbear!
Ryan: hell yeah cub, can’t wait to get even more MASSIVE!!!
Subject #1 closed the browser window and commenced masturbating while admiring his chest and biceps, repeatedly running his fingers through his beard. Orgasm achieved in 4 minutes 11 seconds. Subject #1’s dismissal of acquaintance’s concern indicates that psychological restructuring is nearly complete. The subject rationalizes physical changes without outside assistance, preventing cognitive dissonance that might disrupt the bearification process. Physical bearification continues to meet most optimistic benchmarks, subject’s muscle mass has increased by 34 kilograms compared to the baseline. The beard is full and thick. Body hair densely covers the subject’s entire torso, arms, and legs. Subject's penis is estimated to have grown by 4 centimeters, increasing in girth substantially. Subject wears BW-TK-004 continuously and never washes it.
Day 12:
Gym bathroom surveillance camera 12 recorded Subject #2 entering his usual bathroom stall in anticipation of Subject #1’s masturbation session. After entering the bathroom Subject #1 did not proceed to his preferred location facing the mirror and instead remained standing near the door, appearing to be listening closely. Subject #1 approached the stall occupied by subject #2
Vocalization recorded: "I can smell you in there cub, you've been listening to me, haven't you? Open up."
Subject #2 opened the door and nodded after establishing eye contact. Visible erection through gym shorts. Subject Ryan M. approached, grabbed Subject #2 by the throat and began to kiss him forcefully. After initial shock Subject #2 reciprocated while removing their clothing. Subject #1 bent Subject #2 over the sink, penetration occurring without lubrication. Subject #2 vocalized discomfort but did not resist, 17 seconds later facial expression shifted to extreme sexual arousal and pure bliss. Recorded intercourse duration: 19 minutes. Both subjects demonstrated remarkable stamina, maintaining rapid thrusting pace throughout multiple position changes.
Verbalization included: "Take this fucking cock, yeah!", "You're mine now, cub" "Feel this bear cum inside you, cub?".
Ejaculation occurred internally. Subject #1 withdrew his penis, semen leaking profusely from Subject #2's anus. Both subjects dressed and departed separately, Subject #1 expressing that he expects to see Subject #2 in the same place the following day.
Following the sexual encounter with Ryan M., subject #2 Trevor H. experienced a dramatic acceleration of his bearification process. Throughout the intercourse the originally sparse body hair coverage increased by over 200%, substantial beard growth, muscle mass increasing by approximately 7 kilograms. Within the following 24 hours, Subject #2’s weight increased by following 11 kilograms, acquiring a large, full beard, substantial hair loss on the scalp with remarkable growth everywhere else below the neckline.
Analysis suggests that Subject #1’s semen is well on course to acquiring bearifying properties equivalent with males transformed through conventional penetrative means.
Day 14:
Intercepted text message exchange between Subject #1 and his father (Donald M., 52):
Donald M: Hi son, your friend Derek called me today and told me you look completely. He told me all about those different gym supplements and how dangerous they can be. I hope you are being responsible, he sounded really worried...
After reading the message Subject #1’s face appeared to exhibit signs of mental distress and concern as he proceeded to examine his naked body. 37 seconds later Subject’s penis began to grow erect despite Subject’s vocalization “please, no, don’t get hard again”, 11 seconds later Subject’s penis reached fully erect state. Subject exited to the bathroom and began washing his face with cold water exhibiting signs of heightened distress. 1 minute 52 seconds later Subject #1 began masturbating while flexing his muscles and admiring himself in the mirror. Ejaculation occurred 6 minutes 11 seconds later, observable increase in the volume and thickness of the ejaculate. The subject gathered all of it and rubbed it into his chest before returning to his cellphone.
Ryan M: no worries dad, feeling better than ever!
Research note: Potential intervention by the subject’s father represents an opportunity for further expansion of the study. Closer monitoring of the situation is strongly recommended. If the subject's father attempts an in person contact, integration as an additional study subject should be strongly considered. Dr. Hendricks expressed particular interest in overseeing the development of bearified father-son dynamics. Noting that any potential intervention from company side may prove to be unnecessary given Subject #1’s rapidly emerging dominant and sexually aggressive behavioral patterns.
-Body mass: 74.3% increase from baseline (74kg -> 129kg)
-Body hair: complete dense coverage on chest, back, shoulders, arms, legs, buttocks. Density comparable to an average freshly bearified male.
-Facial hair: Full thick beard extending to upper chest. Mustache fully connected.
-Scalp hair: 100% recession.
-Sexual characteristics: Penis length increased to 26 cm while erect. Testicle size increased approximately 40%. Semen production is highly elevated.
-Behavioral changes: Hypersexual, dominant personality, averages 6-8 orgasms daily. Exclusive attraction to male subjects, preference for bearish/bearded type. Hypothesized to instinctively understand that he is capable of making other males fit in with his desired archetype better.
Additional notes: Subject’s musk is detectable within an 8 meter radius. Other gym patrons show visible psychosexual alterations after prolonged exposure and increased arousal.
Day 15:
Mass bearification event involving Subject #1, Subject #2, two personal trainers employed by the gym, gym owner, 9 gym patrons.
Detailed summary of the event:
Event commenced at 9:42 AM during the regular intercourse session between Subject #1 and Subject #2, Nathan C. (further referred to as Subject #3, 29, heterosexual male) entered the bathroom. Body musk in the enclosed space reached critical saturation levels due to prolonged sexual activity, Subject #3 demonstrated an immediate physiological response and heightened state of arousal. Subject #3 continued to observe the sexual activity while massaging his growing erection for 52 seconds before being noticed. Despite vocalizing his surprise and concern Subject #3 remained stationary when the two other subjects approached him. Minimal resistance observed. Subject #3 was initially exposed to precum of the two subjects then came in direct semen contact through oral ingestion and internal anal ejaculation of Subject #1 Ryan M. Physical bearification is visible throughout the sexual contact, accelerated muscle hypertrophy and rapid proliferation of beard and body hair across chest, arms and buttocks.
Eleven minutes after the arrival of Subject #3 inside the bathroom, personal trainer Marcus W. (further referred to as Subject #4, 37, bisexual, engaged with a woman) entered seeking the client. Found Subject #3 mid-bearification initially not recognizing him due to the presence of the full beard, body mass increasing by approximately 21 kilograms, evident personality shift. Subject #3 initiated forcibly kissing Subject #4 while retaining traces of Subject #1's semen still in mouth, introducing bearification compounds directly. Subject #4’s resistance collapsed within 11 seconds after contact with Subject #1’s semen, proceeded to join the sexual activity willingly. Noted rapid physical changes - beard growth, muscle mass increase, extremely dense body hair spread, hypersexual frenzy.
Four additional gym patrons entered the bathroom over the subsequent 37 minutes. Each succumbing rapidly upon exposure to concentrated musk. Conversion pattern consistent throughout all four subjects: initial arousal, brief resistance, sexual penetration (oral or anal) and exposure to semen, immediate physical bearification. All newly converted subjects engaged in group sexual activity. Musk concentration reached levels detectable outside of the bathroom.
At 11:51 AM Gym owner Robert C. (further referred to as Subject #9, 48, heterosexual, married, retired professional bodybuilder, baseline body mass 108kg) entered the bathroom in a highly agitated and verbally aggressive state after complaints about the noise from other patrons. Musk exposure produced an immediate behavioral shift - any aggression ceased, visible arousal despite apparent cognitive resistance. Submissive posture adopted, immediately complying with Subject #1’s verbal command to strip naked and get on all fours.
Across following 1 hour 14 minutes all eight bearified subjects participated in repeated oral and anal penetration of Subject #9 causing him to undergo an extreme and rapid conversion:
Physical changes: subject’s body mass increased from 108kg to 149kg noting substantial muscle hypertrophy accompanied by significant body fat increase, pushing him towards the “daddy bear” physiology. Body hair proliferation extreme - complete coverage of every space under the neck with the thickest pelt observed yet within the BW-TK-004 study. Facial hair reaching the subject's stomach, hair turned fully grey. Apparent biological aging of 12 to 15 years, skin texture coarsened, overall appearance shifted from late 40s to mid 60s.
Behavioral changes include a complete personality inversion, the previously dominant authority figure within the fitness space is now a hypersexual, highly submissive bottom. Any expressions of verbal resistance registered during the bearification process have shifted to pleading for continued sexual contact after the conversion. His exclusive focus now appears to be serving other bearified males sexually.
Additional note: following the conclusion of BW-TK-004 field test, Subject #9 and Subject #2 moved into Subject #1’s apartment, now regularly performing domestic and sexual services for Subject #1 and Subject #24 (Donald M., Subject #1's father).
Study conclusions:
BAER WEAR tanktop BW-TK-004 performance exceeded all projected expectations. Subject #1 (Ryan M.) transformation represents an outstanding success across all measurable criteria - full physical bearification, complete psychological conversion and behavioral modification and finally acquisition of full secondary transmission capability. Initial concerns regarding degradation of psychoactive compounds have proven to be unfounded. Subject’s bodily secretions produced after the exposure more than made up for initial repeated washing attempts. Subject #1 demonstrated no sustained resistance to the product's influence.
Bodily fluids of subjects #1, #2, #7, #9 and #24 achieved bearification potency equivalent to conventionally transformed subjects with other subjects projected to reach that mark after further exposure. Secondary and tertiary bearification chains have been established organically without any corporate intervention. Bearification success rate: 100%. No reversal observed. No subjects demonstrated sustained psychological resistance after exposure
Report compiled by Dr. B. Decker, Head Researcher, BAER CORP Apparel research division.
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A little voice in Daniel’s head whispered that he really shouldn’t be doing this, but he ignored it as he lifted his twinkish frame over the fence into Mr. Entwistle’s backyard. So what if this was technically breaking and entering? Really, Mr. Entwistle had started it.
The situation was this: Growing up, Daniel had been neighbors with a sweet old lady named Mrs. Owens. She made the best cookies and instantly charmed everyone she met, but most importantly, she had a pool in her backyard — and everyone was invited to use it. The neighborhood children eagerly took advantage of this arrangement, Daniel most of all. He took to it like a duck to water, spending hours perfecting his form, and his hard work paid off when he was offered a scholarship to compete for his university’s swim team. Suffice it to say, the property may have been Mrs Owens’, but everybody knew the pool really belonged to Daniel.
So imagine his dismay when he returned home from his first year in college only to find the pool had been walled off, sealed away in plastic and plexiglass. Apparently, Mrs. Owens had moved to be closer to her grandkids — and her replacement was her polar opposite in every way.
Mr. Entwistle was a middle-aged man who never seemed to smile. He was tall and broad, but not notably so, and in any case his dad bod was invariably obscured by his business-casual uniform of a dumpy dress shirt and drab khakis. Combined with his rapidly thinning auburn hair and his just-starting-to-gray beard, it all added up to make him the epitome of middle-aged male mediocrity. The only noteworthy thing about his appearance was that Daniel could have sworn he had spotted a wedding ring on his finger. But if the man had a wife, Daniel had never seen her.
In terms of Mr Entwistle’s personality, there wasn’t much to speak of. He was cold and taciturn, gazing at everyone with a vaguely disapproving look in his eyes. This was reflected in his daily routine, which consisted of him exiting the house at 8 on the dot, driving to wherever it was he worked, returning at 6, and disappearing until the cycle repeated itself the next morning. Insultingly, at no point in this schedule did he even use the pool — it just sat there in its cage, its chlorinated waters placid and lonely. But on the flip side, Mr. Entwistle’s rigid routine made it trivial for Daniel to plan his little heist.
It was currently 10 in the morning, which meant Mr. Entwistle was at work and wouldn’t be home for hours. And Daniel planned to spend each and every one of those hours swimming in the pool that was rightfully his. Not wanting to delay, he stripped down to his baggy green swim trunks, revealing his pasty, lanky, and hairless body. He quickly snapped a cheeky selfie to commemorate his audacity.
He could already feel his pale skin beginning to burn in the sweltering summer sun, so without further ado, he dove into the pool with perfect form, leaving behind only the faintest ripple.
The water was cool and refreshing, and for a moment, Daniel allowed himself to just tread water as he basked in the sensation. But it wasn’t just the feeling of the pool water lapping against his skin that excited him — it was also the thought that he was reclaiming his property, his territory, from that interloper Mr. Entwistle. His cock briefly rose to its underwhelming length of 4 inches at that rebellious idea, but his swim trunks were so baggy that they entirely concealed his boner. Well, it didn’t matter — he had better things to do in this pool.
Once his erection had receded, Daniel got started on his training regimen, doing laps around the pool until his entire body tired. At that point, he allowed himself to mindlessly float on the surface until he felt rejuvenated enough to continue. But even when he was exhausted, his face displayed a wide, genuine grin — it felt good to be back in this pool. It was somewhere he truly felt at home.
Occasionally, he paused his training to swim to the deck and check the time on his phone, wanting to give himself plenty of time to leave. Right now, it was 1:33, which should have given him plenty more hours of pool time. The key phrase was should have, because at that moment, Daniel heard the telltale rumble of Mr. Entwistle’s car pulling up in the driveway.
Oh shit, Daniel thought. That’s not good. You see, there was one unexpected variable in Mr. Entwistle’s schedule. On certain days, he came home from work in the early afternoon — and when that happened, rather than entering the house through the front door, he liked to go through the gate to the backyard and relax by the poolside. These short days at work seemed to follow no rhyme or reason that Daniel could perceive, but Mr. Entwistle had just had one the previous day, so Daniel had assumed it wouldn’t be an issue. Evidently, he’d assumed wrong.
Panic set in as Daniel realized he had just seconds to escape before Mr. Entwistle arrived to witness his trespassing. That panic soon became despair as his eyes darted between his phone and his scattered clothes, forced to admit that he’d never make it out in time. As he heard the car door slam shut and Mr. Entwistle’s heavy footsteps trudge toward the backyard gate, Daniel grew desperate. And in his desperation, he did the one thing he could think of — he took a deep breath and dove underwater, praying that its turquoise hue would hide him from view.
Through the muddled underwater light, Daniel watched, terrified, as his neighbor’s silhouette walked down the pool deck. A few seconds passed, and he gave a mental sigh of relief. It seemed Mr. Entwistle somehow didn’t notice either Daniel or his belongings strewn across the patio. Of course, from his submerged vantage point, Daniel had no way of noticing his clothes and his phone fading into nothingness above him.
Mr. Entwistle remained up there for a minute, then another. Daniel was quite strong at holding his breath, but he couldn’t keep at it forever, and he was quickly reaching his limit. Just when Daniel thought he would be forced to abandon his hiding spot, a miracle happened — Mr. Entwistle got up and went inside, probably to use the bathroom.
As soon as Mr. Entwistle was out of sight, Daniel rushed to the surface, his lungs burning. But rather than emerging into the bright sunlight, he instead felt his head hit something solid with a muted thunk! Alarmed, he reached his hands out and found them unable to breach the line between the water and the air. There was some kind of invisible barrier covering the pool, preventing him from surfacing! He banged on it, pushed against it with all his might, but it was no use. He was trapped.
Now Daniel was in full panic mode. He was about to drown! Was this his punishment for breaking into his neighbor’s property? He tried to conserve his remaining air for as long as possible, but he only lasted a minute more. With his air depleted and his time up, he inhaled.
Surprisingly, he didn’t die. In fact, it was as if he could breathe underwater. Although he could feel the pool water entering his lungs, it was a rather pleasant feeling, filling his chest with pleasurable warmth. He didn’t notice that this wasn’t all that was happening to his chest. As he greedily inhaled more and more water, his torso rapidly inflated, bulging with muscle. His previously flat chest grew into two balloon-like pecs, and he developed chiseled abs far more prominent than anything his lithe swimmer’s build had previously allowed. His back grew, too, developing an immaculate triangle shape that any man would kill for.
Daniel now had the torso of an Adonis, which looked quite strange in tandem with the rest of his skinny body. But he wasn’t quite done yet. One last gulp of water caused a layer of fat to grow over his muscular middle, thickening him up while doing nothing to hide the strength that lay underneath. It was a shame that such an impressive body had no hair to accompany it, but that soon changed as Daniel felt pins and needles erupt across his torso. Black hair erupted everywhere the sensation appeared, and soon his chest, stomach, and back were covered by a carpet of the stuff — a vast improvement over his previous hairlessness.
Its work done in that region, the lovely warmth moved out to his appendages, where the process repeated. First he gained bodybuilder levels of muscle — biceps, triceps, quads — and then an additional layer of padding and hair to complete the package. As an extra perk, a tattoo appeared on his left shoulder, a simple, masculine thing that would have looked out of place on the man he had been but fit perfectly on the man he was becoming.
From there, the warmth migrated to his extremities, turning his delicate and skinny hands and feet into meaty and calloused bludgeons. His fingernails and toenails, one perfectly groomed, became cracked and weathered. His feet also grew tremendously, exploding into a monstrous size 15.
Next was his head. As the pleasant warmth traveled up his neck, Daniel’s vocal folds thickened, dropping his voice from a youthful tenor to a rumbling bass. He felt a satisfying cracking sensation as his facial features shifted. His nose became squatter, his brow became much more prominent, and his sharp chin became wider and rounder. Every part of his face did, actually, as it grew fatter, making it difficult to tell when his neck ended and his head began.
His face sagged a little as it became weathered and slightly wrinkled, as did the rest of his body. Daniel now appeared to be well into middle age, a far cry from his former self. Adding to that impression was the fact that all the hair atop his head was beginning to fall out, floating freely in the water before vanishing entirely. Soon his head was entirely bald, proudly exposing his smooth, shiny scalp to the world forevermore. As if to counterbalance that, he rapidly grew a well-groomed goatee, surrounding his mouth with a thick circle of hair.
The warm water centralized in Daniel’s brain, rendering him in a state of total, blissful calm. At some point in the process, he noticed all that was happening to him, but it was so relaxing and so pleasurable that he couldn’t bring himself to care. So he didn’t question it as thoughts and truths started rearranging in his head. The burgeoning knowledge and potential he had gained in his first year of college drained away, permanently slowing his brain to a sluggish crawl. He was dumb, and he didn’t care. In place of intelligence, more important skills entered his head, and suddenly he was an expert at bodybuilding and auto mechanics. That’s what he was now, an auto mechanic, although he hated to get dirty. No, wait, that wasn’t right, he realized. While Daniel the young swimmer couldn’t stand dirt and grime, Daniel the middle-aged mechanic couldn’t get enough of the feeling of sweat and engine grease on his body. That was just one facet of the cockier, manlier personality he was developing. Ironically, the new him wasn’t even all that into swimming, except as a means to cool off or show off his hot bod.
At this point, anyone who looked at this burly bear of a man would have no inkling of the weak little twink he used to be. There was just one incongruity left — his cock. His previously baggy swim trunks were now skin tight against his tree trunk thighs, exposing his 4-incher to the world. But a man like Daniel wasn’t meant to have such a glaring weak point, so the warmth rushed down to his penis, bringing with it all his memories and traits from his old life. They filled his balls, inflating them twofold, and aroused him like nothing he’d felt before. In the midst of the pleasure, his cock suddenly went soft, but it remained the same length — and then it hardened again, doubling to a monumental 8 inches that strained against his trunks. The trunks themselves shrunk into a black Speedo that left nothing to the imagination, making his cock even more prominent.
The arousal was so great that Daniel immediately found himself jacking off, moaning every time his fingers brushed his sensitive manhood. However, something within Daniel prevented him from going all the way. Deep down, he knew that if he allowed himself to give in to the pleasure, he would lose everything that made him, him. So slowly, reluctantly, he separated his meaty hands from his throbbing erection.
But then a face appeared in his mind’s eye — Mr. Entwistle’s. No, his name is Scott, his mind corrected. And Daniel realized how wrong he had been to dismiss him as mediocre before, because Scott was truly the hottest man he had ever seen. Everything about him, from his receding hairline to his curly beard to his perfectly proportioned dad bod, got Daniel going like nothing else. More information about Scott entered Daniel’s head, information he should have had no way of knowing, but through his newfound adoration for the man he didn’t question any of it. It was just a fact of life that he loved Scott’s hairy body (not nearly as hairy as Daniel’s, obviously), and his work ethic, and his sharp intelligence, and the way he was really a big softie underneath that stern demeanor, and of course the hot and raunchy sex he had with him. Really, he loved everything about Scott Entwistle, his husband, and that epiphany was enough for him to climax, releasing his old self into his Speedo without even touching his prodigious cock.
The force of his orgasm physically propelled him upward, breaking the invisible barrier and allowing him to breach the surface as his new, better self — Dan Entwistle.
Blinking to adjust to the afternoon light, Dan was faced with a welcome sight: Scott, his beautiful husband, lounging in a pool chair in nothing but trunks, his massive pouch clearly visible and ready for action.
Scott greeted him with a wry expression and a peace sign — his husband was a man of few words.
“Someone’s home early,” Dan said, relishing the sound of his sexy, masculine gravel. Not that his voice had ever been anything else.
“I wanted to surprise you,” Scott said in his sensual baritone.
“Well, Mr. Entwistle,” Dan replied, “consider me surprised.” Dan noticed Scott’s 7-inch sausage perking up at that. After all, Entwistle was Dan’s surname, which Scott had adopted after their wedding. To be called “Mr. Entwistle” was a reminder of their love — and a massive turn-on.
Knowing his horny husband was like putty in his hands, Dan stepped out of the water, fully revealing his godlike body — and giving Scott a full view of his bulge within his Speedo.
“I think that you deserve a reward for surprising me,” Dan said, feeling himself begin to chub up even though he’d just come minutes prior. “And this Speedo ain’t gonna hold much longer.” He winked, causing Scott to shiver. “Why don’t you hop in the pool with me and see how else you can surprise me?”
Scott licked his lips, clearly into it. “But babe… what if the neighbors see?”
“Oh, Mr. Entwistle…” Dan said. “That’s what this fence is for.” And he fell back in the water with a mighty splash, knowing his husband would follow.
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Ugh, Marcus couldn’t pull his pants up fast enough, the overwhelming stench of old piss still making him gag with every single breath he took, his nose did not get used to it one bit since the moment he’d hastily ran inside this bathroom. He’d spent the last five or six hours in his car with probably another few more left to go… and to think that the only thing waiting for him once he got there were stacks upon stacks of undigitized financial records! Six figure client his ass! This better finally land him that promotion he was after! Marcus grimaced after noticing a greyish stain on the sleeve of his shirt, thank god he’d packed up a spare one, he must have brushed it against something by accident. He wasn’t sure what, everything in here seemed to be covered in endless filth and grime, like it hadn't been cleaned in years! Marcus didn’t think it looked so bad at first, but probably only because it was nearly completely dark in here with only a single ceiling light still somewhat flickering on and off. Maybe taking a dump on the side of the road would have been more hygienic after all? Either way, he couldn’t get out of this place fast enough…
“P… please! Let me go! I… I won’t tell anyone, I swear!”
Marcus was just getting ready to exit the stall when the entrance door to the bathroom suddenly slammed open, followed by rapid, frantic footsteps, the sound of someone gasping in fear, then doing it once more, with even more intensity when the door opened again, filling the space with countless heavy stomps and the chatter of gruff, amused voices.
“Alex! P… please! I know you’re still in there, don’t let them do this to me!”
Marcus had no idea what the guy was talking about, his way of speaking kind of reminded him of a few jocks from his old fraternity, but he’d never heard them sounding so freaked out and helpless before. He couldn’t begin to guess who the others were, some truckers he’d pissed off? A gang of bikers? One thing he knew for sure was that they all seemed to think that his desperate pleading was the funniest thing ever.
“Whaddaya say Hog? Should we let yer old pal go?”
A deep, gravelly voice asked to a chorus of crude, snickering laughter.
“No fuckin’ way boss, been itching fer his hole ever since Bruiser pumped a load into mine!”
Oh god, what the fuck was going on out there?! Marcus heard them starting to push each other around, one body struggling another the other, then more of that evil, hungry laughter over a desperate, muffled voice as if a hand was clamped tightly on top of someone’s mouth. Then Marcus felt his stomach lurch as ripping of clothing and wet, rhythmic slaps of flesh against flesh reached his ears. Marcus froze completely when he realized what it was that he was listening to right now. What could he do… he had to do something… but it sounded like there were so many of them out there! He let himself slide down back onto the toilet seat out of the shock and fear. Suddenly he heard a pair of heavy boots stomping in his direction. Did one of them hear him?! Please no…
“Yeah, breed that hole, Hog! Let’s see what kind of a hot fucker yer buddy’s gonna turn out to be!”
Marcus pressed his palm against his mouth as tightly as he physically could, terrified that even the sound of his own panicked breathing might give him away. He could hear the heavy boots were getting closer, tiny beads of sweat were starting to cover his entire forehead, almost trickling down his temples. Was it always so unbearably hot in here? His collar suddenly felt like it was beginning to choke him, Marcus would have loved to loosen it up if only he wasn’t too terrified to move as much as a muscle.
He thought that he was only moments away from being discovered and dragged out there for all of those brutes to do whatever they wished with him. But instead it was the door of the adjacent stall which suddenly smashed wide open, the entire flimsy partition rattling violently as someone truly massive had dropped onto the toilet seat on the other side. Marcus caught a glimpse of him through the round hole in the wall that separated them, it was only a glimpse but more than enough to make the relief he felt after realizing he was safe very short lived. He was a literal freaking giant, even just his forearm, covered in dark, wiry hair looked thicker than Marcus’s entire thigh!
The foul smell of cheap tobacco filled the air following the flicker of a lighter, but it could hardly compare in intensity to the musky stench which hit Marcus’ nostrils after he heard the man unzipping his pants! Dear god, it must have been weeks since that freak had last showered! His head was already spinning from the overwhelming intensity of the sweaty funk he was putting off and somehow that bastard had managed to make it even more disgusting. Spitting into his hand and starting to jerk off with the unmistakable shlick shlick while grunting in satisfaction.
“Aw fuck! Yer putting on one hot fuckin’ show boys! C’mon, give it to him Hog, you want to be the gang’s newest cumdump or him?”
All of them were just roaring with laughter. Marcus on the other hand could barely keep himself from gagging at the nauseating, ripe cocktail of piss, sweat and cum that seemed to be only growing stronger passing moment as it assaulted his nostrils. His head was swimming so much but he was afraid to hold his breath lest he suddenly passed out. The wild sounds of the orgy outside the stall, the constant deep, bestial grunts, they were all blending into each other.
“F… fuck… Alex… hnnghhh… my cock… oh fuck…”
By now he could only barely make out the voice of the scared, younger man they were using as their fucktoy. It sounded different somehow… raspy and deep, seeming so much older to the point where Marcus might not have even recognized it at all if he hadn’t called his friend by name. He could hear this helpless arousal in his words, each one being punctuated by a faint moan as if he could barely speak. It still carried a few notes of resistance, but it was so clear they were already being drowned out by this horrifying, wild horniness. Marcus felt goosebumps spreading across his back as he pictured all those hulking, unwashed men covered in pelts of matted fur as they were having their way with him… slowly polishing their massive, veiny cocks before they…
Marcus suddenly let out a muffled yet so unbelievably passionate gasp filled with pure lust. Almost unable to believe what he’d just done, he looked down, discovering that his fingers were now tightly clasped around his cock… his fully hard and visibly leaking cock! Dear god, what was he doing?! He could tell that his arm was just itching to move, to give it a stroke… he could feel his manhood throbbing against his palm… fuck… Marcus didn’t understand what had gotten into him, he didn’t remember ever pulling it out at all!
Why would he? Just to… Marcus’ thoughts were suddenly interrupted by intense, gurgling choking, closely followed by a long, satisfied, horny groan of pleasure. One of them had shoved his cock down that helpless man’s throat but… it didn’t sound like he had anything against it anymore. His moans getting louder and louder, surpassing even the rowdiest of bikers, almost as if he was trying to egg them on and encourage them to fuck him harder.
Marcus didn’t realize that he was slowly opening his mouth, letting his tongue loll out past his lower lip, his fingers gripping tighter onto his swollen shaft as they rhythmically moved up and down. Fuck, all those rough, brawny bikers, hairy like goddamn gorillas, bending him over… making him their bitch… Marcus pleaded with himself to stop thinking about anything of that sort but the images in his head were growing so vivid… passing the man between them like he was nothing, filling him from both ends. Marcus could almost taste all those unwashed, dripping cocks that they would so gladly ram down his own throat, smell all the loads spilled into the matted bushes of pubes that his nose would find itself shoved straight into with each thrust… oh fuck….
“Well, well, well… I reckon I hear another cockhungry pig in here, boys!”
He was so deeply lost in the near feral pleasure that even as he was moaning at the top of his lungs it took Marcus a moment to realize that this brutish, hoarse voice was talking about him. His right arm was moving like a blur around his cock, the entire crotch of his slacks thoroughly soaked with precum, dress shirt torn wide open, fingers of the other hand twisting a perked up nipple through the soft fabric of his white undershirt. What… what was he doing?! He had to stop this… he had to…
Marcus saw movement on the other side of the gloryhole… was the hole always this big…? Something slid through it without any warning. A cock… so massive and fat… easily thicker than his wrist, its impossibly swollen purple head glistened covered in pre under the sickly bathroom light. Its smell hit him even before it was fully on his side… the rank and ripe stink of a real man. Just like that any bit of clarity that Marcus had managed to momentarily regain after snapping out of the horny haze was already long gone.
Please… please, run… His body started to move, but it was not towards the door like he wanted. Marcus was forced to listen in horror as his knees fell onto the grimy, cracked tiles on the floor with a heavy thud. His neck was extending forward, head tilting slightly to the side as he opened his lips as wide as he physically could… please run… a ripe, salty taste exploded on his tongue as he began to run its tip across the underside of the cock, greedily lapping up the oozing precum before closing his lips tightly around its immense girth.
It was pure filth but the pleasure made his eyes roll back into his skull, the sluttiest, hungriest moan imaginable vibrating within his chest as Marcus began rapidly bobbing his head up and down, driven by an uncontrollable need he still couldn’t begin to comprehend. Each attempt to resist it only made him suck on the cock with more desperation, he was drowning in far too much pleasure to even notice as his cheeks started to become fuller, curving with dingy grey hair that with each gulp of precum grew thicker and spread further down his neck. It was already more than a stubble, rather a full, messy beard, matted, crusty with countless loads he didn’t get to completely swallow up before they started to spill all over his face.
Memories of it were appearing inside his head, cruising for cock at the sleaziest truck stops one could find… At first Marcus thought they were merely horny fantasies, same as before, but they felt so warm and familiar, just like the taste of this unwashed cock between his lips. He’d sucked off hundreds, if not thousands, he was a fucking pro at this! How else did his gut grow so damn huge if not from all those hot, trucker loads?! Marcus abruptly froze as he felt it swelling and pushing outwards against his palm, no… no, no, no, he was at the gym just yesterday…
He knew it was true, he remembered it, but suddenly Marcus simply couldn’t figure out what for… to suck someone off? Nah, those shaved smooth muscle boys weren’t his thing, he liked to be fucked by a real man, beefy and hairy like a fucking animal! One that smelled nice and ripe too! He lifted one of his arms and took a deep breath of the musky funk that immediately filled the air. Fuck… groaning in pleasure as he watched his hand changing before his eyes, growing meatier and wider, every finger becoming rough and calloused with coarse, grey fur on top of every knuckle, spreading up to his wrist, then the forearm, fuck, it was getting so damn beefy too!
Seeing something like this ought to have scared the shit out of him but instead Marcus found himself jerking off even harder and faster, feeling his churning balls slapping against his thighs. By now his gut was already completely smothered against the compartment wall so Marcus couldn’t see just how massive his sack had gotten, but he still could feel how badly he needed to unload it! Though not before he gave that fat cock in his mouth a proper milking!
Salty pre was constantly leaking down his gullet as if from a broken faucet, each drop packing on further pounds of beef and bulk onto the frame of a once scrawny financial advisor. Now his shoulders were broadening, arms and chest expanding with slabs of heavy, raw muscle acquired through decades of hauling freight into his truck. Sweaty, grey streaked fur crawling all over his back, chest and gut.
Fffuuuuuckkk… he heard his dress shirt and pants giving out and then haphazardly tossed them aside. By now only his undershirt was left, even if it hardly resembled the pristinely white, silky thing that he’d once shelled out a couple hundred bucks for. Nah… the fuck was he talking about? He found it in the sleeper cab of that big dicked trucker bear who fucked him last week, the hot bastard was using it a cum rag and let him have it as long as it fit over his gut! Thank fucking god it did, Marty had not once taken it off since and regularly added fresh new loads to it every couple hundred miles!
No… fuck… no matter how hard his cock twitched as he thought about this disgusting fucking filth he knew this wasn’t him!!! Marcus tried to pull back, to stop his hairy, calloused hand from pistoning up and down his stubby cock, to spit that massive, log of veiny meat out his mouth… but Marty’s lips were wrapped so tightly around it, massaging and worshipping every inch of it like a goddamn expert, so hungry for that huge, creamy load which he knew was only moments away from filling him up. He needed it so fucking bad!!!
Instead of pulling away, his face pushed forward, forcefully ramming every last inch of that gigantic fuckstick down his throat and in that same moment he heard a roaring grunt that drowned out even the sounds of the wild orgy still going on outside. It was as if a fucking geyser had erupted in his mouth, massive blasts of cum hammering at the back of his throat, squirting out through the gaps between the cock and the corners of his lips.
He could hardly breathe but Marty was in fucking heaven, gulping down load after load as the enormous piece of meat pulsed against his tongue feeding him to his heart’s content. His own cock had long gone off and finished splattering his gut with ribbons of cum, adding yet another crusty layer to the matted fur which densely covered it, but this one was still going strong! Still pumping more and more of its seed down his gullet. Marty didn’t know that such a thing was even possible but he might have orgasmed again just from the sensation alone. His consciousness completely drifting off into a land of pure, horny bliss.
He’d just barely noticed it slipping out of his mouth after what felt like a whole lifetime. The wild rush of pleasure was slowly fading, but the need was not… if anything it was stronger now… Marty ran his tongue across his cum-drenched mustache and savored the salty taste, his cock was already twitching again, almost completely hard. Fuck! Fuck, that was so fucking hot! But he still needed more, so much more! He needed cock! He needed to be fucking bred! Pumped so full by those hot fuckers outside till he was leaking from both goddamn ends!
Marty just barely managed to heave himself up, kicking away the tatters of his ruined pants still hanging around his ankles, then lumbered out into the bathroom, his furry, cum-soaked gut swinging from side to side, heavy balls churning with a fresh load and hole itching with need to be plowed. But the place was completely empty… Marty stood there blinking cluelessly in the flickering light. Dang, where’d they go? He could have sworn he could still hear them a second ago…
But there was nobody here, just the grimy tiles, the rusted sinks, an old, worn cap that somebody left next to one of them. Marty instinctively put it on and then glanced at the reflection staring back at him in the dirty, cracked mirror. His cock instantly perking up at the sight, a hulking fucking beast of a trucker, huge beard matted with a fresh load of cum, solid beerkeg of a gut and arms like fucking hams! He flexed them in admiration before running his meaty paw through his mustache and collecting some of that still warm cum so he could savor its salty taste one more time.
“Reckon I better hit the next stop soon…”
He said in his new, husky voice. Those goddamn bikers might have already split, but there was always bound to be some horny fucker needin’ his cock serviced along his haul and Marty could hardly fucking wait!
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