Commission for @syntholcub
The young man woke up one morning, reaching out in the bed next to him feeling for his partner. The bed was still warm, he must have just left. Turning over, he rolled out of bed with a sigh as he walked over to the desk. There was a note:
I’ve left a special injection for you today. It’s your last injection. The one that will make you my permanent himbo.
SyntholCub smiles as he reads the note and grabs the syringe with excitement. The need to serve Daddy was all the cub longed for. Daddy had gotten in his head, pumped him full of silicone, transforming him into his perfect boy. His pecs, arms, and ass, everything was sculpted to perfection, just as Daddy ordered. And this was it, the moment he’d been waiting for, the final injection to completely give himself to Daddy.
SyntholCub uncapped the needle, the source of his growth. He inspected the needle, and the neon purple fluid in the barrel of the syringe. This needle was the pen that he would use to sign his complete and unconditional servitude to Daddy. With no hesitation, he slid the needle into his right pectoral. Slowly, teasing himself, he pressed down on the plunger. The pinch, the pressure, the plunger compressed the fluid, forcing it into his body as he had a hundred times before at Daddy’s request.
This did not feel any different. At least, not at first. As the silicone stud placed a patch bandage over the injection site, he started to feel his pecs warming up. It spread across his chest, he did not know if his heart was racing from the effects or his own excitement. He did not have to wait very long as he saw his chest swell in front of him. The warmth sent a tingling sensation to his nipples making them harden and erect as a pumped taut feeling filled his swelling pectorals. The stimulated growth quickly spread to his arm; biceps surpassing the size of baseballs, deltoids larger than bowling balls. Every part of him was experiencing growth, but as the sensations traveled to up his neck, a different transformation occurred.
The feelings shooting through his veins became vibrations, a low humming in his ears, the world melted away and he was left with instinct. His own thoughts were gone, replaced with instinctive primal urges to serve an alpha male, to be everything his Daddy wanted him to be. The boy did not need to think for himself anymore, his Daddy would think for him, tell him what to do, make him grow how his Daddy envisioned. His mind was wiped clean, there was only Daddy.
His phone vibrated, a text from his owner telling him to send a picture of his progress. The boy held up his phone to take a picture in the mirror and sent it without any thoughts, doing exactly as instructed. A response came, “Good. You’re almost halfway there.”
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