Under the Influence

Kinky dude here with a great imagination. Love hypnosis/mind control, transformation, leather, rubber, cigars, bears, good erotic stories, and all around hairy dudes. Enjoy and drop a comment if you want. I love hearing from you and chatting about anything at all. No limits.

[fredwkong]

I have the biggest crush on my best friend. We're a great fit together. Unfortunately, he's a straight video gaming skater dude who's only into petite blonds, so no real chance of getting to explore what might be between us. I just wish he'd be into men and that I could be his type. It would be great, I bet.

The genie skates up to you. He’s skinny, covered in tattoos, and totally smooth-faced. “Okay, bro, here’s how this is gonna go.” He pulls out a bottle of hair bleach and some markers.

As he paints the bleach onto your hair, you feel yourself getting shorter, smaller. Your mind starts to empty out, and you stick your tongue out dumbly as your brain goes hazy. You wish the genie had thought to bring some weed, sitting still like this is so boring.

He starts drawing tattoos all over you using his markers, tongue between his teeth. With each stroke, you remember more and more days spent skating with your bro. When you aren’t at the skate part, the two of you are trolling each other on Fortnite.

As the genie finishes with your tatts and starts washing the bleach out of your hair, the door opens and your friend walks in. In a flash, the genie’s by his side, charming him, getting him to sit down in a chair while the genie draws a tattoo on the side of his scalp.

As ink spreads under your friend’s hair, you can see his gaze on you gaining an intent, sexual quality. You know that he wants to feel up your lean belly and stroke your bleached hair while fingering you. You can’t wait to share a bong with him tonight before logging into TF2 for hours of skater bro fun.

Another wish fulfilled.

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[fredwkong]

I definitely need a vacation. Prague seems like it could be a great option. Plus I hear there are lots of hot guys and a ton of bars and bathhouses with men on the prowl.

Thanks for your booking with FWK Vacations. Enjoy your Czech getaway!

You’re startled awake by some guy jumping onto your bed. You shoot up, ready to fight, and then the memories rush in. This is how you wake up most mornings. Your housemate is pretty hyperactive, and he needs to give you your morning blowjob before he calms down.

After your housemate takes the edge off, you style your short blond hair and flex your tight muscular body in the mirror for a bit. You love looking at yourself. But what you love even more is what you do next.

It’s summer in Prague, so you and your housemate head out in just your shorts. Before long, a hot daddy gestures you into an alleyway and you drain his cock while your housemate gets fingered. A few blocks later, another young jock calls you over to fuck your loose hole. By the time you relax into the warm water at the bathhouse, you’ve gotten enough loads that you’re feeling good and ready for more. All the sexy men here can smell the cum on your breath and see it leaking out of your ass, and they’ll be happy to add to it.

Enjoy your vacation!

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[kink-override]

Finally getting back to the gym. There's this one guy there, though. Always parading around in bright, tight clothes. Perfect styled hair. Everyone staring at his massive ass that he's clearly been working most on. Can't help being a little envious and wishing I could pull off dressing like him.

First of all - welcome back to the gym! You may have noticed a few changes, but the same crowds are always somewhere to be found. The guy you’re referencing is actually a long-time patron of the establishment, though recently had a few adjustments here and there. Perhaps the two of you should get acquainted since you’ve often been working-out near each other.

You looked over at the man beside you - today in his signature bright and tight spandex. Utterly oblivious to you - focusing on whatever supplement he was using to maintain his physique - you wondered how after sweating so much he still managed to maintain his perfect appearance. It wasn’t any particular day, nor had you felt like you had done an impressive workout, but staring at the guy gave you the ideal prompt to finish your workout early, hit the showers and change back into your large grey hoodie. However, when you walked your way over to the exit and scan your pass, a strange bright yellow flash appeared on the scanners: “WINNER SELECTED”

Looking around, both confused and slightly embarrassed, the handsome attendant who was seemingly always behind the counter explained that there was a randomised draw for members. He handed you a new pass with the instructions to activate it tomorrow with the brand representative directly… whoever that was. Begrudgingly, you took the flyer and new card, then signed whatever piece of paper was required and got out of there as quick as possible.

Upon arriving at the gym, and scanning your new pass, the same bright yellow as before, this time almost blinding, flashed on the monitor: “WELCOME”

Shaking your head, adjusting back to the light, you saw the very same guy walk over towards you with a cylindrical bag in hand and a smile on his face. “I know you, don’t I? We’re often here at the same times am I right?” He stated, almost not waiting for your answer before handing you the bag and continuing - “Well, I’m glad it means I’ll be getting to see your transformation with the help of The Sponsor. Thanks for signing everything last night, means we can get you started straight away! One image for the before -” He pointed the iPad towards you as a similar bright yellow flash appeared and took a picture.

Still confused with what was going on, at a fast sprint he walked towards the changing rooms, instructing you to follow. Pointing towards a changing room, the ambassador continued -

“You’ll find all of your new gear in here, as well as the same shakes I’ve been using. As you know, since you agreed to the terms and conditions, within the gym you have to wear whatever gear the sponsorship sends you - at least for the first three months. After that, you’re free to do whatever, but we hope that with the increased social media posts and recognition you’ll continue the program. Any questions?” - once again, not leaving you time to answer - “Good. You get yourself in there and I’ll be changing into my gear as well. See you in 5.”

Fuck, you thought to yourself, there really was no stopping this guy. Inside, the kit was incredibly limited - a pair of bright yellow tights, a white branded teeshirt, trainers and - to your horror - a black jockstrap. “Oh no, what have I gotten myself into? Maybe it wasn’t too late to decline…” BANG BANG BANG - the erratic taps of the hyperactive ambassador. “Need any help, bud? No? I’ll see you out beside the desk in 10.”

You sighed and got changed. Feeling awkward as you left the changing room, you felt the unfamiliar hug of the new tights against parts of your body you didn’t usually show off. Catching your reflection in the mirror gave you a slightly better sense of self. “Maybe the workouts have been paying off,” you thought.

“Yeah, sorry bud, that hoodie and cap have to stay behind” you heard him shout from the front desk. You sighed, handing it over to the attendant, while the ambassador was working on an iPad. You handed your phone over as he ‘installed’ a new training program, submitted whatever biometric data the gym had on you and then logged in to rebrand your social media accounts. All the while he was taking images, got you to pose and sent you over to the in-house barber.

Sitting down in the chair, you felt like everything was all going far too fast, but somehow the chaos was easier to go along with than fight against.

You arrived home after the most intense workout of your life. It was so late that attendants had gone home, meaning that your hoodie, cap and everything else had been “confiscated” by the strict instructions of the agreement and had to venture back home in the same gear. You felt the back of your head, realising that it must feel the same as the immaculate hair of the guy you used to envy, and wondered just what else had been signed away.

Checking your phone, you saw hundreds of notifications from new followers and fans. Real or bots, you had no idea, but at least 10x more than the humble number you had before. Scrolling past message upon message, a yellow notification box appeared on your screen: “TIME FOR A CHECK-IN!”

Your whole screen went bright, your mind went blank, and did whatever instructions the mysterious new app told you to do.

The first three months went by without you even recognising. Of course, as the contract was up, you happily agreed to upgrade your contract with The Sponsorship - especially as it meant that you now got to work without the constant supervision of the Ambassador.

The familiar chime started ringing in your ears, louder than whatever pounding music was being fed by the gym’s workout system. You looked at your phone’s bright yellow screen and pulled out the dedicated influencer-grade camera they gave you to use

- CLICK - —--

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[buckysworld]

[onehairyhypnohunter]

Dan was so confused when he showed up to visit his old college buddy Peter. See, Peter had been a bit of a nerd. Not to say that Dan didn’t enjoy a good comic book most nights of the week, even now 10 years after graduating. But Peter was always just a little nerdier in every stereotypical way than Dan ever was. Scrawnier. Shorter. He even had those thick-rimmed glasses that kept slipping down his nose.

After 10 years, Dan had expected Peter to be a little different when he showed up on his friend’s West Virginia door step. But he was honestly taken aback at how different he’d become. He didn’t even recognize Peter. Or “Pete” - as he now called himself.

In fact, Pete was nothing like Peter. In the past decade, Pete seemed to age an extra 10 or 15 years. Peter couldn’t grow facial hair to save his life, but here was Pete sporting a full graying beard and body fur. Pete seemed taller than Peter and certainly wasn’t scrawny with his big beer gut. Dan had no idea how the Boston-born Peter had picked up a thick Southern drawl. He sounded like he was a born and raised West Virginian. And - somehow most unsettling - Pete was confident. Not just confident in the body that Dan found so unfamiliar. He was gruff. Even aggressive. A real force that anyone would just have trouble saying no to.

Which is probably why Dan found himself sitting at the local high school game with his nearly unrecognizable friend. He just couldn’t bring himself to say no. But now that he was there, he was certainly uncomfortable. He didn’t even know what to say. Here he was, this 31-year-old Boston man, dressed not really all that slick but seeming abnormally well put-together next to his 31-year-old-but-45-year-old-looking now bear of a friend. But after almost 30 minutes of not talking went by, Dan had to break the ice.

“Hey, Peter.”

“I told ya, Danny Boy. Call me Pete.”

“Pete, sorry. Just takes some getting used to. But Pete, I’ve gotta ask. What happened to you?”

“What d’ya mean, Danny Boy?”

God, Dan hated how Pete said his name now.

“I don’t know. You just seem... Well. I mean you were born in Boston. Went to school there. But then you moved here...”

“What’s your point?”

“You’ve just changed so much. I mean, I know we haven’t talked in a while. And I’m sorry about that. I was honestly thrilled that we were able to meet up. But...”

“People change, Danny Boy. Fact of life.”

“You just seem like a whole new person. Like you’ve been living here forever.”

Pete smiled. No, not smiled. Smirked. An almost sinister smirk. It made Dan shiver. And all h could do was stare. Stare at Pete smirking back at him. It was almost as if time had stopped around him. But then as quickly as it had stopped, time sped right up again. As if nothing had happened. And Pete was just smiling a normal smile.

“I don’t know, Danny Boy. This place has a way of gettin’ into your blood. Know what I mean?”

Danny smiled at his bud as Pete clapped his hand on his shoulder. The impact made him let out a belch from his small beer gut.

“Sure do, Pete.”

Danny pounded his chest and leaned back into his friend, scratching an itch under his thick caterpillar mustache. He looked on at the game.

“Team’s doin’ better this season, dontcha think, Pete?”

“Sure is.”

Pete stroked Danny’s thick sideburns then started massaging his friend’s shoulder, admiring the feel of the thread-bare t-shirt he was wearing.

“Say, Danny Boy. Some of the boys an’ I are havin’ a poker game tonight after the game. You should come over.”

“Got any beer. I’m damn thirsty.”

“Yeah, we’ll fill ya’ right up, Danny Boy.”

Danny knew that he Pete wasn’t talking about beer. And it made him smile. Fuck, he was glad that he’d moved here. Pete had talked up the place so much. And he was right. Felt just like home. 

[2bdaddysboy2-deactivated2018110]

[onehairyhypnohunter]

Kevin thought the label on the off-brand energy drink he’d bought that morning was odd. To say that the concoction was “arousing” seemed like a silly choice. But he was in a hurry to get to the office, so he placed some money on the counter, grabbed the bottle, and chugged it on his way out the door. Now that he was at the office, though, Kevin began doubting his choices - particularly the choice to send the empty bottle flying into a trash can as he rushed away from the store where he bought it. Turns out that “arousing” was exactly the right word. And as the formerly straight-laced Kevin began starring at every man’s mouth and ass and thinking of all the places he wanted to put his rapidly expanding cock that would pretty soon bust the seams of his pants, he couldn’t help but wonder how many hours this “arousing” energy drink was supposed to last.

[themitchme]

[dougtfs]

With each bubble he blew, Brody felt his chest inflate – the gum was connected directly to his body, and every breath made his muscles swell. 

But he didn’t notice that the gum was also connected to his brain. And as he blew, it was like he was exhaling all his thoughts into the bubble. On the first puff, he lost his memory of all his academic training as a scientist; on his second puff, he forgot everything about who he was; on the third puff he couldn’t even think beyond just working out and getting naked and jerking off.

And then – pop! The bubble burst on his face, and all the memories and ideas in the bubble floated away for good. He looked at me, grinning dumbly. “Pretty sweet, dude,” said my former lab partner. He scratched his balls, then took the wad out of his mouth and looked at it. “You wanna try?”

I did.

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[leather50-50]

[onehairyhypnohunter]

Ginger and leather. Hell yes.

[cwboyrobert-deactivated20181218]

[onehairyhypnohunter]

All you can do is stare and watch as you wait for him to decide what to do with you.

[ruggedbearstuff]

[bearslikeus]

Just look at yourself with that cigar in your mouth. You look almost as good as I do. Almost. Yeah. Just keep puffing away on it.

Thanks. I like your beard too. What? Well of course you’ve always had a beard. You don’t remember?

Don’t be silly Papa. You certainly don’t look like some college punk. You look like my handsome PapaBear.

Now just relax. Yes that is your favorite cigar. How could you forget. It’s the kind you always like to have while we fuck.

Of course I’ll fuck you, PapaBear. I know you just can get enough of my big bear dick.

I love you too.

[hadrrion]

[onehairyhypnohunter]

Bear love.

[gaynimal-instinct-blog]

[enslaved-fan]

[hairyonholiday]

[furonmuscle]

[bearslikeus]

Dale was upset that the car rental was out of available vehicles. With his car in the shop he needed a way to around and to and from work. Friday evening. Horrible time to need a last minute ride.

The gentleman behind the counter said he did have one vehicle left but it wasn’t their usual quality. It was primarily used by construction companies when they needed a few extra work site vehicles. Dale didn’t care if it was cleaned out or not. He just needed some wheels for the weekend.

As the clerk handed him the keys there was a tingle of electricity between them. He smiled and took the keys.

Heading to the vehicle he was greeted by a big heavy duty pick up. Definitely a change of pace for Dale from his normal economic hatch back. He hopped up into the cab. The motor started with a loud rumble and he took off.

As Dale drove he was quickly becoming used to the ride. He adjusted the mirrors slightly as he drove along. Glancing in the rear view mirror he was startled by a flash of someone he didn’t recognize. As he approached a red light he looked long and hard into the mirror. He was greeted by his reflection. His face showing his exhaustion after a long day.

Green.

He took off down the road and rubbed his hands across his chest. Feeling the fabric tight across his pecs. He tugged at the collar. Dale shifted uncomfortably in the seat. Bringing his hand up to his face his calloused hand met stubble. Shocked by the sensation he held his hand in front of him.

Sure enough his hand seemed to clearly be those of a man who toiled daily with them. Not the soft hands of the office worker he was accustomed to. Looking in the mirror again he saw the reason for the stubble. A thick mustache the same light color as his hair was filling in.

He touched the mustache with the tip of his tongue. Feeling the bristly texture. Unsure how it could just appear as it did. But he liked it. It looked good on him.

The changes continued unnoticed for the most part by Dale. Or more appropriately he noticed how good he looked with each passing moment. Lightening hair. Full thick stache. Firm body.

He leaned over to the glove compartment and pulled out a cigar. That’s where he normally kept them in his truck. Firing one up he puffed away. Windows rolled up to really marinate in the scent.

As he drove it was a very vague sensation that he didn’t know where he was going. Yet he kept on down the road. It wasn’t until he stopped that it dawned on him. He had to swing by the job site and pick up a few things.

Getting out of the truck he immediately took off his polo. He wasn’t sure how his husband had managed to talk him into buying it let alone wear it. But he knew that it helped make a good impression from time to time. Much more so than the work dirtied t shirts and flannel cutoffs he work around the site.

Showing off his sun-soaked hirsute body and tattoos, Dale stretched his arms. He felt stiff like he’d been uncomfortable all day. He stroked his thick walrus mustache and made his way to the the for and trailer.

Kicking back at his desk he finished off his stogie while playing with his cock. He knew his husband hated it when he shot his load before getting home from work. Yet smoking always made his aroused. He could give it to him later that evening still no problem.

[bearshub-deactivated20240503]

[onehairyhypnohunter]

Ken knew he never should have taken that weird-smelling beer from that bartender. He had been eyeing Ken all night. Giving Ken weird smiles. It made Ken pretty uncomfortable, if he was being honest. He only stayed because his buddies wanted to keep drinking. And then the bartender slid that beer across the counter. Ken hated confrontation, so he took a sip. But something was off. It was the worst-tasting thing he’d ever put in his mouth. Yet somehow - against all comprehension - Ken found himself chugging the beer down. Almost gagging as he went. Then came the gurgling in his stomach. Ken tried to belch, but nothing came out. It was almost like air was trapped inside him. Like it was pushing out on him at all angles. Even blowing him up - making his pants tighter. But that was absurd. Still, he felt like he had to get home. Quickly, he left for his car - catching the bartender throwing him a coy, almost knowing, smile. “See you in a bit,” Ken thought he heard him say. Once behind the wheel, he could no longer deny the growth of his gut. His once flat stomach had definitely balled out and was now pushing on the steering wheel. What worried him even more was that the growth wasn’t limited to his torso. He felt his jeans growing increasingly uncomfortable as his thighs seemed to balloon slowly and steadily. And he was barely able to control the car with his inflating hands capped off with fingers that looked more like plump sausages. As Ken finally pulled into his driveway and flew out of the car into his house, he felt a few buttons on his shirt and the button on his jeans pop off. “What is happening to me?” he thought. Once inside, Ken peeled himself out of his now skintight clothes, allowing his new massive gut to flop free. All he could do was stand there staring at himself in his jock - when did he put on a jock? - and watch as he continued to inflate into a hefty bear of a man.

And then - without warning - everything stopped. Ken stared at his body, suddenly blinking as a flash crossed over his vision. He felt his head. “That was weird,” he said aloud. His eyes drifted over to the clock on the wall. “Wow, how did it get so late?” he thought. He had to get going if he was going to meet his boyfriend at the bar by the end of his shift. Maybe Ken could even snag a free beer. That would definitely be nice. Ken was a little thirsty anyway.