You had taken the job with the construction company because, despite your BA and MA, you couldnt find a job. Your coworkers werent the type of guys youd get a beer with, if you got beers. They were big, hairy, dense men with one thing on their mind: pussy. You were a twunk, not tiny but not hairy and definitely not barking up the same tree these guys are.
It started without you noticing. A few comments passed around in your first month at the company, nothing major, guys ribbing on you for your lack in women, your lack of hair, your lack of manliness. You ignored it because it bothered you at first and then you ignored it because it felt less true. You werent sure why, it just did. You still shaved everyday, still maintained yourself in a way they didnt.
The the end of your first month some of the guys invited you over for drinks. You agreed hoping to have a good time. You've been going to your local gay bars but none of them felt right anymore.
Luke passed around a few beers, you and John took them. You were sitting on a couch in Matt's place. That's where John asked. "So you've never fucked a girl?"
"Never." You said.
"Damn bro, I would have pegged you for a pussy hound." Luke took a sip and so did you. For some reason the word pussy hound was ringing in your head.
"Really?" You asked. "Why?"
"It's that stubble bro," Matt said, "even if you try to hide it we can tell youve got a big beard waiting to come out."
"Big beard? No I can't grow anything." This is true, you've tried to impress a bear once. "Stop lying." You scratched your face feeling stubble where there wasn't any a second ago. "Odd?" You took another swig.
"And that python you got down there." Luke said.
"Python?"
"And that pelt on your chest."
"I don't got a pelt!" You said, you just shaved before coming over.
"Really?" Matt laughed. "Well let's see.
Matt and Luke, on either side of you, pulled off your shirt. "That's a pelt bro!"
They were right. A pelt of chest hair was going on your chest. You scratched your beard, trying to figure out when it had... since when did you have a beard? You felt it, ran your fingers through it, it must have been just as long as the ones the guys had.
The panic was undercut by another feeling, a feeling you knew you had to fight but it felt too go to
"What the fuck?" You stood up, now shirtless. "What are you doing to me?" The words came out slurred, thick, deeper.
"Just let it happen bro." Matt said. "We all used to be like you, small, educated, fruity, but trust me bro it feels better like this... especially once your stick your dick in her."
"Bros," you said, your voice changed, "I don't want this!"
"Sure you do," John said as he raked his fingers through your growing beard. "You're a man, this is what men do."
"No! It's not!" You tried to fight but it felt so good.
Luke started running his hands over your hairy chest. "You're gonna love it. Look at how long your beard is already and you haven't even finished the bottle." He brought the beer to your lips. "Drink."
You did, your body fighting your mind of control. "No!" But the beer was all in your stomach now.
"Ill get the girl." Matt said disappearing into another room.
Your cock was so hard, your body overrun with the hormones of becoming hairy and dumb. Your beard now reached your chest and wasn't stopping. The men all praised it, stroked it, said you were going to be the MAN of the group. This only made your cock harder, your hair grow more, Your mind change faster.
Gone were the twinks and the bears and the gay bars and the dick sucking and ass. Now it was all tits and ass, tits, ass, and pussy. Fuck you needed pussy bad. Real bad. You were leaking for it.
That's when Matt brought in the girl and she said "oh you're spoiling me. I didn't realize I'd get a breeding bull tonight."
It was all too much. You were on her, tongue deep in her pussy you felt the juices run down and get stuck in your beard. You loved it, unlike anything else you'd ever tasted. It was heaven. The smell of the juices lingered and it drove you into a rut.
You were the man feeling her play with your beard as you plowed into her, your buddies watching. Deeper and deeper you fucked until finally, finally, you came. As the cum drained out of you so did your intelligence, your gayness, yourself. You were gone. You were nothing but Mark, a dumb highschool drop out with a way with the ladies and too many bastards to count. You liked beer, your beard, and fucking.
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