The young man had been walking by the old abandoned circus behind the town's parade grounds. He was never sure how long it had been there, but it had always been a moldering heap as long as he could remember.
This is why, as he walked by he was surprised to see that a few of the lights around the big tent were on. He hadn't even realized there was electricity out here; he didn't hear any generator. As he stepped off the path to get a better look, the lights on the gate to the big tent illuminated, CIRCUS was spelled out in the amber glow of ancient incandescent light bulbs.
The young many decided to investigate. Obviously someone was doing something in there. Maybe this wreck was finally going to become something again? He curiously walked along the muddy path past various carnival-type ephemera from years gone by.
Parting the vaguely-damp tattered curtains, he entered the big top tent. Surprisingly, the area was lit, unsurprisingly it was as filthy and as run down as it had looked from the outside. Random platforms, fallen trapeze equipment, and even what looked like some discarded clothing littered the floor.
The young man stopped, he had almost tripped over an old barbell. It was the kind that just had metal spheres on the end instead of adjustable weight. When had they even used things like this? It must have been a part of some kind of strength performance.
Wondering who had turned on the lights, the young man said "Hello? Is anybody there?" into the cavernous old tent. There were shadows all around, and many places someone could be standing, out of sight.
Suddenly, as if from nowhere, a clown appeared. The clown appeared as dirty and worn-out as the circus. His sudden appearance and disheveled appearance gave the clown a profoundly sinister presence. The young man started at the clown in confusion.
"So...here to join the circus?" said the clown, "We've got a lot of positions open, but I know just what you're looking for."
The young man started. Somehow the clown was suddenly behind him, gripping his shoulder and leaning forward as if to confide some secret. The clown squeezed his bicep.
"Yes, I think you have a lot of potential. You just need a little practice" whispered the strange clown.
The clown placed something on the young man's face and pressed it on. A fake moustache? In some context that might be funny, but in this context, with no audience, it was just unexpected and frightening. He had to get away from this strange clown and out of this circus tent.
The young man started to say something, but the clown picked up the large rusty barbell from the floor, like it weighed nothing, and placed it into the young man's hands. Suddenly, the clown was gone.
The young man was shocked again by the clown's disappearance, but his more immediate concern was the impossibly heavy weight now in his hands. Although the clown had handled this object with ease, the young man was almost pulled to the ground by the heavy iron. Even though the rusty metal was pressing into his hand, he found himself unable to drop it. In fact, he felt his hands gripping it tighter the lower he held the barbell.
He understood that if he could get the weight high enough, he might be able to let it go. It seemed impossible, but he was able to hold the weight without falling to the floor, maybe he could force it if he really tried.
Straining, he tried to lift the weight up. It seemed impossible, but each time he hefted it, he tried to control his breathing a bit more, be calm and slow about it. He realized he was holding it in place, he was beginning to lift it!
As he lifted the weight higher, his arms began to tremble. A drop of sweat rolled down his face and, annoyingly, got caught in his new moustache. Just a bit...further. His arms were trembling with strain, but he knew if he lowered it now he'd have to start all over again. He grunted with the strain and inched the bar higher.
He was so intent on lifting the bar, that he barely noticed his body beginning to expand with muscle. He noticed the sleeves of his shirt tearing as his biceps swelled outward. The straining muscles were rapidly leaving “average” behind and started to approach bodybuilder proportions. He was so intent on lifting the weight and the concentration required to keep it balanced, that he didn't have the time to try to understand why his shirt was suddenly so tight.
As his arms grew, the weight slowly inched upward, until finally it was at eye level. Still feeling some alien force holding his grip on the metal, he realized he'd have to get it higher. With his new strength, he skillfully adjusted his grip on the weight. With one last grunt he suddenly felt a burst of strength and lifted the weight high above his head, tearing the remainder of his shirt to ribbons. The remains of the shirt fell away from his body as he triumphantly held the weight.
He held the weight there a few moments, victorious. He had done it, he'd beaten that clown and did the impossible. He felt powerful. I wish someone had been here to see that performance! he thought.
Suddenly he remembered the whole reason why he had started lifting the bar in the first place. Bringing the bar down, he found he was now able to release it from his grip and let it fall to the floor. He did so carefully, and stood there panting.
After a few moments of recovery, he looked down at his body and was startled by what he saw. He knew his shirt had come off, but he wasn’t expecting what the shirt falling away had revealed. His torso, previously trim, but only slightly toned, was a rippling field of muscle. His arms had gone from unremarkably average to those of a heavy lifter. Luckily he’d been wearing shorts with an elastic waistband. The waistband was now taught over his dense midsection, but the legs of the shorts were what really seemed in danger of ripping, as formerly loose legs were stretched tightly over his tree trunk thighs. As he was starting to wonder how all this was possible just from lifting one weight, he felt a tingling over his skin. He noticed that his formerly smooth muscles now had tiny wispy hairs growing over them. The coating of peach fuzz rapidly darkened and thickened into dense body hair that spread its way over his new muscular form.
He looked down at his hairy muscular form in awe. Had the clown somehow done this? He thought maybe it was that fake moustache. He reached one of his enlarged hands to his upper lip and gave the moustache a tug. It was firmly connected to his face and felt like real hair. As the palm of his hand brushed across his chin, he could feel a roughness. Even though his chin was clean shaven, he knew that he was now capable of growing a thick beard.
He ran his hands across his chest. Where it had once been smooth, he now felt his fingers dragging through thick chest hair. His hand reached his bicep and he gripped it. His hands looked like they had also expanded and thickened, but even under his large hand his bicep was thicker than many men’s thighs. As he was trying to understand how this was possible, he felt his shorts shifting.
His shorts transformed into a woolen singlet before his eyes. It was form fitting and left little to the imagination. As the straps extended over his shoulders, he felt a wide leather belt snake around his waist and pull tight.
He looked down at this obvious magic with awe, unsure of what to do for a few moments. Then a strange feeling came on him. His eyes glazed over and looked far off as he began to think about his new body.
He loved this body! He had worked hard for it and needed to show it off. Even more importantly, he had to show people his strength. He knew he could now dazzle people with feats of strength he had never dreamed of before. A euphoric quiescence descended onto his thoughts, as his concerns were replaced with a devotion to performance, and a desire to return this circus to its former glory.
The Circus, having gained a new performer, started to look a bit less grimy, less shabby. It was still obviously abandoned, but it went from looking like it was only fit for demolition to simply looking damaged and neglected.
A burnt out light bulb suddenly returned to life, spilling light on a painted panel. Peeling paint adhered itself back to wood. The design became readable again: See the Strongman! with an old fashioned circus painting of a muscular fellow with a moustache.
As the new strongman walked over to the panel, his wool singlet changed to a red one and his shoes transformed into calf-high leather boots. He struck a muscular pose, filled with feelings of showmanship and bravado.
Deep in the shadows of the abandoned circus the clown's lips formed a smile. Even in the shadows the clown could tell he was a little less dirty, a bit stronger. And why shouldn't he be? His circus had a brand new performer.
The clown pressed the tips of his fingers together and grinned. With just a few more performers, this circus would be back in working order.
It could happen to you. Thats what all the conspiracy theorists say. They say it doesn’t happen all at once, it actually creeps up on you. Before you even notice you’ve been infected, it’s too late. We’ve lived through a worldwide pandemic, why would any one even bat and eye at some unlikely mythical parasitic possession illness?
The email went out to everyone in the office on Wednesday. “Luke is out sick for today.” I realistically called out pretending to be nauseous but I just didn’t have the strength to deal with their nonsense today. I was treating myself to a movie and stopped to get lunch at my favorite cafe before the showing started. I always get the grilled cheese and soup but for some reason I was craving the Cuban sandwich. Despite my cravings, I ordered the unorthodox item.
The changes to my regular routine kept coming that day and by the end of it I sat on the edge of my bed unusually tired from all the days new experiences. I looked back and thought huh maybe it’s time for a new chapter in life. Little did I know that my life had wrapped up its time, and now it was the parasites turn.
I never used to eat much. When I was younger, I accidentally choked on the food and it traumatized me for eating so many types of food. I just told myself I wasn’t going to be a unique food person. I would eat bland and mundane. I didn’t want to experience choking ever again.
As a result of that, I became quite the Twink you can imagine. But after that day, I started eating more. I naturally, or so I told myself, began gravitating towards protein-dense foods. Before a long I caught myself beginning to run and prepared for a 5k, which obviously required me to get a gym membership. Friends really supported the self love era I seemed to be going through. Inside, none of it felt like me, but my body kept telling me to go.
Weeks became months became nearly a year. It was actually disgusting how much food I had to just stuff down my throat to get here. No literally there were moments where I had to convince myself to turn off my consciousness and just stuff chicken or tuna down my gullet. I looked good though right? I tried to convince myself I got somewhere good so I didn’t need to lock in so much anymore. I was determined to at least get one week off from the gym and face stuffing. I woke up that Sunday but felt like my eyes stayed closed. I went to the restroom and the loud flushing made me finally open my eyes.
Somehow I lost track of time and found myself in the gym. Sweating, panting even. I had done the whole workout already? I must’ve been losing it. I got home and showered ready to play some video games with friends. After a few matches I felt myself dosing off already and decided to take a nap.
I closed my eyes for a second, barely a blink. I opened my eyes, I was mid-selfie half dressed when a text came in from “date tonight”.
It just read see you soon. I looked around the room as if someone had been there breaking in. Left right, no one around. Left right, when I turned left again, a hand pulled me into a kiss. I melt into the steamy moment before I rip my eyes open to see I’m in a club restroom with the hottest man I’ve seen in eons. I wanted to ask a million questions to find out how I got here. Another blink and before I knew it we were in my living room but I was on the ground.
He gave me a devilish smirk as I realized my mouth was full. Taken an unfamiliar load from an unfamiliar man. I wanted to protest but my body was acting on its own. Bobbing back and forth while moans escaped my lips. Another blink as I returned to taking selfies. Sans most of my clothes apparently.
The stunner from the night before was waking up behind me and before I could ask my questions he opened his mouth. “Ready for round 3!” A statement not a question…my mind raced as he recounted the hours leading up to this.
“I gotta say I thought you might be a weirdo at first but now I see you just wanted a dom. I mean whispering in my ear that you’d do anything I want you to? That’s hot man! And when you actually took me twice without push back? Not many people can even take this beast once. I can’t wait to see how much bigger we can get you and your muscles. I like 100% beef and you’re only 60% there.”
I was yelling in my mind but my body had other plans. Ripping off the final piece of clothing I had on and turning to the stud.
“I’d do anything for you master. Now, where did you want me this time?” I replied with a wink and a puppy dog grin. Although it was no longer me at the wheel of my now cliche himbo body. I guess the conspiracy theorists were right to say by the time you realize you’re infected, it’s too late.
I cried that night as I had to witness the lay of my dreams without feeling a single second.
Welcome to Superbear After Dark! A spinoff blog with stories set in the Superbear universe for mature audiences. Please be advised that this story is meant for ages 18+, is NSFW and contains explicit sexual acts.
Many thanks to @everettman for helping with editing this story!
Enjoy!
The apartment held onto the day's heat. Above them the ceiling fan turned in slow, creaking circles, pushing around the smell of cold takeout and old couch cushions. Nico sat cross-legged at his end of the sofa, phone lit in his hands. Colin was stretched out beside him in a washed-out henley, eyes half shut after a double shift.
"Okay, so this is either genius or a virus," Nico said, thumbing through the screen. He'd finally cancelled Prowlr after the last price hike and gone looking for a way around it. What he'd found was a cracked build somebody had reuploaded, Prowlr+, the plus sign doing a lot of heavy lifting for something this janky. "Found a whole tab that shouldn't be here. 'Body Editor.'"
Colin cracked one eye. "That a euphemism?"
"No idea." The tab wanted a photo before it would do anything. Nico assumed it was a bit, some prank feature bolted on by whoever had ripped the app apart. He didn't say that part out loud. He angled the phone toward Colin instead, silently snapping a picture.
The screen filled with sliders. Countless rows labelled for parts of the body, and under that, a second set for things beyond the physical. Nico scrolled past the ones he didn't want to think about and stopped on the one marked "chest". He moved it up, barely, more to see what the thing would do rather than out of any belief it would have an effect.
Then it hit: a sudden flush of heat bloomed across Colin's chest, deep and insistent, as if liquid fire pooled beneath the skin. His breath caught, turning into a low, involuntary moan that surprised himself. His muscles tightened and swelled just enough to strain the fabric of his shirt. The change was subtle yet unmistakable: pecs rounding out with new heft and definition. A light dusting of hair prickled into view where smooth skin had been, the sensation sent a shiver of unexpected pleasure through him.
"Nico." His hand had already gone to his chest, pressed flat against the new weight. "what the hell did you do?!" The words came out rougher than intended, laced with a mix of panic and something else he couldn’t name. The fabric stretched taut, buttons straining at the new contours of his pecs.
"I don't know." Nico's thumb jerked on the slider, dragging it back down. The changes began to reverse. Colin’s swollen pecs slowly deflated, but the relief was short-lived. When Nico tried to nudge the slider a little further to settle it, the app glitched — sending a fresh surge of growth through Colin’s shoulders and upper chest instead. Each correction only made things worse, the henley riding up off his stomach as a button gave way with a small tick of thread. His nipples pressing firmly against the straining fabric as his chest expanded outward again. Nico yelled, "I'm trying to fix it, hang on, I'm trying—"
Colin’s initial fear sharpened into demand as his chest pushed forward another visible inch, the seams of his henley creaking under the strain. “Give me answers—now. What is this thing?” His voice had dropped an octave, steadier, as his fingers closed around the phone and pulled it from Nico’s grip. Fascination edged in, replacing the tremor in his hands; the sliders glowed invitingly, and for the first time Colin didn’t look away from his own reflection in the dark screen. A quiet thrill stirred low in his gut, the kind that made him wonder what else those impossible controls might unlock if he dared to explore them himself.
Colin’s thumb brushed the screen almost unconsciously, selecting the cluster labeled “Secondary Traits.” The moment he tapped it, the app seemed to unlock a cascade of connected options. A low rumble built in his throat as the changes hit all at once—his voice dropping into a deep, gravelly baritone that vibrated through his chest. “Fuck… that feels…” The words trailed into a deep, involuntary grunt as coarse dark hair sprouted across his forearms and the backs of his hands, thickening rapidly. At the same time, his jaw prickled and itched fiercely; stubble exploded into a full, wiry beard that framed his face, the sudden weight of it making every breath feel heavier and more deliberate. Heat pooled low in his belly, arousal stirring as the new growth rasped against the hem of his shirt.
Nico’s breath caught, guilt twisting through the heat flooding his own jeans. He couldn’t look away. Colin’s shoulders broadened in a slow, powerful surge, fabric tearing at the seams while muscle packed on in thick slabs. Colin moaned openly now, a guttural sound that sent a shiver down Nico’s spine. His roommate’s chest swelled further as a firm, rounded belly pushed out against the straining buttons. The phone’s glow lit Colin’s face, highlighting the new beard’s dark bristles and the hungry glint in his eyes. Nico’s fingers twitched at his sides, caught between wanting to snatch the device back and the shameful pull to watch more. He ached to see those powerful hands, now furred and veined, explore the body the app was reshaping.
A fresh wave rippled through Colin’s torso; his thighs thickening to match the broadening frame. A soft yet solid gut rose that he instinctively rubbed with one palm, the touch drawing another low groan. The room smelled sharper now, muskier, laced with sweat and something primal. Nico swallowed hard, arousal warring with the growing sense that he’d unleashed something irreversible, yet he stayed rooted, pulse hammering as Colin’s gaze lifted to meet his.
Colin’s eyes locked onto Nico’s with a deep hunger. The screen moved on its own, Colin's thumb nowhere near: the sexuality profile tab glowed and slid the marker firmly toward “men” with an audible click. Despite Colin’s sudden, shaky attempt to drag it back; A deep, frightened groan escaped him. His cock hardened visibly beneath his straining pants, thick and insistent. The new beard brushing Colin's lips as his nostrils flared with the scent of Nico’s arousal. “Nico… fuck, I can’t—” Colin rumbled, voice thick with equal parts fear and raw need. The phone slipped from his fingers to the floor as his massive, furred hand reached out to grip Nico’s wrist, pulling him closer while the other hand palmed the heavy bulge between his thighs. “You want this, don’t you?” Nico’s heart pounded, his own erection straining against his jeans as terror twisted with undeniable heat, the air thick with musk and the electric crackle of something unfolding between them.
Colin’s grip tightened around Nico’s wrist, no longer hesitant but commanding, yanking him forward until their bodies collided chest to chest. The new mass of him a wall of heat and fur, his beard scraping roughly against Nico’s cheek as he leaned in, inhaling deep. “You started this,” Colin growled, voice dropping into a gravelly timbre that vibrated through Nico’s bones. His free hand slid down, thick fingers palming the straining bulge in his own pants before cupping Nico’s ass with possessive force, squeezing hard enough to make Nico gasp. The air between them grew heavier, laced with the sharp, earthy tang of Colin’s sweat—musky and primal, like damp pine and raw male need—that seemed to cling to Nico’s skin on contact.
A low growl escaped Colin as he pressed closer, his cock now fully rigid and throbbing against Nico’s thigh, the thick shaft pulsing with each beat of his heart. Sweat beaded along his brow and trickled down the dense pelt covering his chest, soaking into the fabric of his shirt until it clung transparently to every swollen muscle. “Smell that?” he murmured, assertive now, his tone laced with a daddy’s knowing edge that brooked no argument. He dragged Nico’s face deliberately into the crook of his neck, forcing him to breathe in the addictive haze. Nico’s head spun, the scent hitting like a drug—salty, masculine, and overpowering—making his own cock twitch and leak precome into his jeans. The fear in his gut twisted into something hotter, needier, as Colin’s sweat transferred to his lips, tasting of salt and raw power.
Colin’s hand moved with slow control, unbuttoning his own pants to free the heavy length of his cock, veined and flushed dark, the head already glistening. He guided Nico’s hand to it, wrapping those smaller fingers around the girth that had thickened beyond recognition, the skin hot and slick with that same musky sweat. “This is what you get for playing with things you don’t understand”, he said, voice steady and dominant, his hips rolling in a single, firm thrust that slid the shaft through Nico’s fist. The scent intensified from the motion, filling the room like an invisible fog that made Nico’s knees weaken and his mouth water. Colin’s free hand roamed upward, fingers threading into Nico’s hair to hold him in place while his other palm pressed against Nico’s chest, as if testing the boundaries of what his new influence could reshape.
The app on the forgotten phone pulsed once more, its interface flickering with options that Colin now accepted without hesitation—sliders for musk potency sliding higher, a new toggle for “addictive essence” and “transformative hormones” clicking into place. Colin’s eyes darkened with recognition, a slow, predatory smile curving his lips as the changes settled into his body. Sweat poured more freely now, carrying an invisible charge that made Nico’s skin tingle wherever it touched, hinting at deeper alterations yet to come. “You’ll crave this,” Colin rumbled, pressing his sweat-slicked palm to Nico’s neck, letting the essence seep in. Nico moaned despite himself, the heat spreading through his veins like lava, his own body responding with an erection that ached painfully hard.
Colin pushed Nico back onto the couch with effortless strength, looming over him. He grabbed the torn remnants of his own henley and ripped it the rest of the way off, revealing the full expanse of his transformed torso—broad, heavily furred, with dark nipples standing erect amid the dense pelt. With a rough tug he then yanked Nico’s shirt up and over his head, shoving his jeans and underwear down his thighs in one impatient motion and freeing Nico’s aching cock.
Colin let out a low, amused chuckle as he wrapped one thick, furred hand around Nico’s shaft and gave it a slow, deliberate stroke. “Look at you,” he rumbled, voice dripping with smug satisfaction. “Already this fucking hard for me. Guess you like what you started after all.”
He straddled Nico’s hips, grinding the heavy weight of his balls and cock against the smaller man’s stomach, the wet drag of precome smearing across bare skin. His own arousal surged visibly, thick cock twitching and leaking steadily as the musky aroma thickened in the air. He shifted upward, straddling Nico’s chest and looming over his face. “Open,” Colin commanded.
The blunt head of his cock was enormous — far too thick for Nico’s mouth. Nico hesitated, eyes widening, but as soon as the first bead of precum touched his lips and tongue, a hot, tingling wave spread through his mouth and throat. His jaw slackened, his throat relaxed and adjusted, making room for the massive girth as Colin pushed forward with a satisfied groan. Nico’s throat stretched around the transformed cock, eyes watering, while Colin’s hands pinned his shoulders, radiating that daddy energy—protective yet utterly controlling, every thrust deliberate and deep.
With each bob of Nico’s head, Colin’s dominance grew, his free hand reaching down to stroke Nico’s own cock, fingers squeezing the shaft in time with his hips. The power to transform others thrummed beneath his skin like a living thing, the sweat on his palms now carrying the potential to rewrite flesh and desire alike. Nico’s body arched beneath him, caught in the haze of musk and need, his moans muffled around the thick cock filling his mouth. Colin’s appetite showed no signs of easing, hips rolling with building force, sweat dripping onto Nico’s chest to mark him further, binding them in this irreversible shift toward something feral and shared.
Colin’s thick cock pulsed against Nico’s tongue, the veined shaft stretching his lips wide as the larger man thrust deeper, precome steadily coating the back of his throat with each slow grind. Nico’s hands gripped Colin’s hairy thighs, fingers sinking into the dense fur matted with sweat, while the musky scent from Colin’s heavy balls pressed against his chin flooded his senses, making his own neglected cock throb painfully.
The app screen on the floor suddenly glowed brighter. From the corner of his eye, Nico caught the stark warning: “Permanence Lock engaged… Original profile irretrievable. Confirm to overwrite…”
His eyes widened in panic. He made a desperate, muffled sound around the massive cock filling his mouth and tried to pull back, but Colin’s hand tightened sharply in his hair, holding him firmly in place for two more deep thrusts.
Colin noticed where Nico’s gaze kept flicking. A sharp, amused chuckle rumbled out of him. “Trying to warn me?” He kept his cock buried deep for another moment, savoring the helpless fluttering of Nico’s throat, before finally pulling free with a slick, messy glide.
“Colin, don’t—” Nico gasped, voice hoarse and broken.
But it was too late. With a low growl and a predatory grin, Colin reached down and tapped the confirmation without hesitation. The phone vibrated as the changes locked in.
A deep churn rolled through Colin’s balls, the heavy orbs tightening and swelling as if drawing every trace of his old, soft self inward, compressing it into a molten core of raw need. His already massive cock jerked harder in front of Nico’s face, the enlarged head flaring darker and more sensitive, every ridge and vein standing out as blood surged through the throbbing length. Sweat poured from his chest in rivulets, soaking the fur between his pecs and dripping onto Nico’s face, each droplet carrying that addictive, transformative charge that made Nico moan desperately.
Colin’s hips rocked forward with growing urgency, his heavy balls brushing against Nico’s chin as arousal built to a breaking point. His prostate clenched hard and his cockhead leaked a steady stream of thick precome that dripped onto Nico’s lips and tongue. Then, with a primal growl, Colin wrapped his fist around the base of his shaft and began stroking.
With a primal roar that shook the room, Colin’s climax erupted. His cock swelled to its absolute limit, the thick shaft jerking upward hard against his belly as the first powerful jets blasted out. The orgasm tore through him like nothing he had ever known. His entire body locked rigid, muscles flexing under the dense pelt of hair, as rope after thick rope of hot seed surged from his cock. Most of it splattered across his own broad, furred torso — coating his pecs, dark nipples, and rounded belly in heavy white streaks that mingled with the sweat dripping down his body.
Pulse after pulse continued to erupt, some of the powerful geysers arcing high before raining down onto Nico’s face, lips, and chest. The cum was warm and copious, marking the final erasure of Colin’s former self in a haze of shuddering pleasure and raw masculine release.
As the final tremors faded from his massive frame, Colin slumped back against the couch, chest heaving, his furred torso glistening with sweat and streaked with his own thick seed. The app on the floor pulsed once more, confirming the permanence lock with a soft chime before flashing a new alert: organic transmission enabled. His gaze, now steady and commanding, locked onto Nico with an intensity that sent a shiver through the smaller man’s core. The air was thick with the mingled scents of musk and release. Still-hard and heavy, Colin’s cock hung just above Nico’s face, a final thick bead of cum welling at the tip. A low, satisfied rumble built in his throat as he slid one hairy hand possessively to the back of Nico’s neck and pulled him closer, guiding the slick head back to his roommate’s lips. The screen brightened with one last message: Compatible subject detected: Nico. The transformation’s heat radiated outward, promising to claim his roommate next.
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