#daddification

[mindyourbod]

Daddy Kink

This is me.

I'd like to think I'm pretty good looking. I hit the gym regularly, I take care of myself, and I'm very lucky to be in a great relationship with a loving boyfriend.

It can be a little tricky in the bedroom since we both prefer to bottom, and his sex drive is a lot higher than mine, but other than that, life's good! Or so I thought.

Turns out, my boyfriend has a massive daddy kink.

I kinda suspected it a while given his dating history; I mean, I'm the youngest guy he's ever dated, and I'm 31. Well, *was* the youngest guy he's ever dated is a little more appropriate.

It also turns out that he's got some witchcraft in his bloodline. Nothing too crazy... except for specific times of the year, where the fabric of reality is thinnest. Which happened to fall on Valentine's Day.

Imagine my surprise when I woke up in a body 2 decades older than what I was used to.

I called him in a panic, and he guiltily confessed that it was all his fault. It was supposed to be a one day thing, and I shouldn't have remembered any of it. Except something had gone haywire - he managed to change reality to where I was now a silver fox, but he ran out of juice before he could set a time limit, or make my mind match this new body... and this new body's urges.

See, he didn't just conjure up a reality where I was a daddy. He conjured up a reality where I was a kinky, constantly horny, dom top of a daddy who can't stop thinking about putting his boy on all fours.

My boy's loving every moment of it. At first, I tried to get him to turn us back, but... shit, I've started loving it too.

[hairymaletf]

It’s getting hot in here

[next-gen-men]

Love your stories bro! Could you turn me into a big muscular daddy?

As you opened the last of your gifts, you were surprised to see one final box tucked in the back behind the tree. You didn’t remember getting a gift from anyone else, and when you looked over the strange box, there was no sender's name on the tag. It seemed innocuous enough, and it was a holiday gift addressed to you. It would be a waste not to open it!

Ripping through the wrapping paper, you found an ornate, wooden box. It looked expensive and old, something that definitely stood out among the other gifts you received. Carefully opening up the box, you were surprised to see a fancy lamp tucked inside. The lamp looked used, but the wear and tear on it did not detract from the elaborate and decorated designs on the side of the golden container. There were blood rubies along the handle that could likely gleam in the light if you spent some time cleaning off the sand and dirt. It looked like something that belonged in a museum, and for a moment, you wondered if this was really something you should own.

However, when you picked up the lamp, you were startled by an outpouring of blue and gold smoke. The fog billowed out from the spout of the lamp, filling up the room with far more of those acrid fumes than the lamp could have contained. Coughing roughly from the gas, you waved your hands around in an attempt to clear out the space so you could see clearly. As the smoke began to dissipate, you focused on the imposing figure hovering before your very eyes. Before you could even register what was happening, the smoky figure began to speak to you, introducing itself as a genie.

“You have freed me from my prison, Master,” the genie rumbled lowly. The voice was low and gravelly, an archaic voice that stroked the back of your mind as the spirit spoke. It was an auditory experience, making the hairs on the back of your hand stand up as you listened to the genie. The deep, vibrating tone made your knees tremble to the point where you had to cling to the countertop to support yourself. The spirit was large, overwhelming to the point where if the genie had a physical, tangible body, it could easily overpower you with a flick of its hand.

“Allow me to show you my gratitude for freeing me. Whatever you wish, Master, I shall grant within my powers,” the genie murmured. The spirit bowed, showing reverence and respect. There was a moment where you caught a glimpse of a light twinkle in the other’s eyes, although you did not give it much weight. It must have been a trick of the light, though, as you rationalized it for yourself. The whole experience was far beyond what you could have even imagined when you touched the antique lamp. Someone of mythical renown possessing powerful, magical abilities? Someone willing to do as you wish, without asking any questions? You couldn’t help but grin at the implications, your mind racing with all the possibilities.

The genie, waiting patiently for your instruction, slowly raised its head to look at you with curious eyes. “Forgive this servant for speaking out of turn, Master. But it seems you have many wishes. Perhaps, if you would allow me, I shall enable three of your deepest desires,” the genie mused.

With a slow nod of your head, the genie hummed with delight at the granted freedom. The spirit’s eyes began to glow a golden hue, a soft chant spilling from their lips as a warm light began to envelop your body.

“My Master is strong. Big. Larger than every man in the room,” the spirit rumbled as the ancient magic began to seep into your body. “No one is bigger than him, no one has more power than him.”

A soft groan spilled from your lips before you even realized what was happening. There was a burning sensation that ran through your body, as if every bone and muscle was worked over again and again. You felt like you had run a marathon, done five workouts, and played in every possible sports tournament all at once. Doubling over from the flashes of pain, you pant heavily as you cry out from the feeling. But just as quickly as the magic overtook your body with pain, you also felt a flush of pleasure shooting through you. It started from your crotch, but quickly spread, until your toes were curling in on themselves and your fingertips tingled with a newfound sensitivity. 

Gasping as you heard a low, ripping sound, you managed to glance down to see your body explode with muscle. Whatever clothes you had on before were stretched to their limits, and the tears and rips in the fabric told you that it could not hold your body back. With each breath you took, it felt like your body swelled up more and more. “W-Wai–” you groaned as you eyed your thickening biceps. There was a sense of power that felt novel to you, as if you could easily crush someone’s head between your forearms with just a single flex. You pant heavily, saliva dripping from your lips as you greedily feast on the growing changes. It was as if someone had attached a hose to your body, inflating you up like a balloon full of air. But a single, simple poke with your thickening fingers confirmed that it was just hard, thick muscle.

Another moan spilled out as you continued groping and squeezing at your body. Your hands blew up to the size of baseball mitts, gloves large enough to palm someone’s face and hold them at bay if you wished. Your fingers fattened up from slim, slender digits into thick, meaty sausages. You smirk at the sight, already chuckling at the idea of your finger slipping into a tight hole and making someone else mewl with need. Dragging your hands over your swelling body, you find yourself naturally cupping your jiggling bosom, only chuckling lowly at the heavy weight that came with squeezing your fat, muscular tits.

Your thumb flicked over your puffy nipples, and you didn’t hold your moans back as your fingertips tweaked at the sensitive areolas. Shuddering with need, you eagerly feasted your eyes on the other changes happening over your body. Barely able to see past the thick, juicy mounds of your pecs, you push down on your bouncing breast to witness the fiery burning sensation on your stomach. And before your very eyes, you saw six distinct, carved bumps form on your stomach. They bubbled up to the surface, pulling your skin taut over the curves and ridges that came from your new abs. One hand dropped down to trace over the ridges carefully, your cock twitching at the smooth bumps beneath your fingertips. It had always been a dream of yours to have a six-pack this defined, and now it had happened in just a mere second. Between the light, glancing touches, you watched as a firm V-line began to carve itself into your skin. It offered up clear, distinct lines pointing down towards your crotch, the envy of any man if they pulled their pants down low enough.

Following the growing changes, your other hand slipped down to wrap a firm grip around your cock. With your juicy chest obstructing your view, you resolved to touch yourself as you rode out the waves of magical pleasure. Even if you were not able to witness it, you could feel the changes beginning to cause your cock to swell. Despite already being rock hard from the muscular changes you saw before, your cock continued to lengthen and swell up, as though it was only half-chubbed. You shuddered from the delightful feeling, your eyes rolling back as the girth of your member thickens significantly. What was easily dwarfed in just one of your meaty paws quickly grew to a sizeable weapon, packed between your thighs. You let both of your hands fall to grope and stroke at the lengthening pipe, needing both to help support the weight of your fat dick. Moaning as your fingertips teased along the underside of your cock, you grunt as you feel your flared cockhead burp out a few droplets of precum. The slick, sticky feeling coated your fingertips, providing additional lubrication to the otherwise warm friction between your hands and the girthy pipe. 

You heard the wet splurts of precum dripping down onto the floor and along the insides of your thighs. And while you figured you would have a messy cleanup afterwards, you weren’t bothered in the slightest. The cummy mess was all worth it if the genie was granting your deepest desires to become big and muscular, and hot. As if confirming your true desires, your legs began to thicken and swell up in turn. Your thighs felt fuller than you remembered, and when you felt the inner thighs rub against each other, you could already see your future of waddling around like the big, beefy man you were always meant to be. Lines of muscle became more defined beneath your skin, with massive quads and diamond-hard calves that screamed of all the power contained in your lower half. When your feet burst out from your socks, you could only groan with relief at the unrestricted feeling. You wiggled your freed toes, enjoying the feeling of upgrading your shoe size as you positioned yourself into a firm and steady stance to maintain your balance. When you shifted your weight around, you felt heavy and dense, like years of muscle and growth were packed into your compact frame.

As if hearing this slight concern of yours, the genie’s eyes glimmered, and it snapped its fingers once more. All of a sudden, your spine began to crack and lengthen, stretching you out until you gained several more inches. The new vantage point was dizzying, and your muscular arms shot out to steady yourself with the countertop as you towered over the smoky entity. Staring down at the genie, you realized you had a better view of your muscular frame, and the added inches certainly helped add to the intimidating, overpowering aura you had always hoped for.

“My Master’s second wish shall proceed as such. He shall have all the power and masculinity that is befitting for someone of his size, and he will show this through a thick fur coat and a pelt damp with his sweat and musk,” the spirit continued as it gazed back up at you with a glimmer of satisfaction in its eyes. 

Before you had the chance to stop the genie or ask him what was going on, another wave of magic pulsed straight through your body. This time, it seemed primarily centered on your balls, and you could only grunt in surprise as you felt the swinging sack between your elephant-like thighs begin to swell and drop even lower. Taking on a wider stance so you would not crush your own sack, you growled as you felt pure, unfiltered testosterone flood through your body. What was once painful and pleasurable soon became a feeling of discomfort, and you scratched idly at your skin as you waited. And as if on cue, curls of hair began to spring forth all over your body.

It was like watching the breeze blow through a field of grass, with a shimmering wave that caused fresh hair to grow all over your body. It was a light but generous dusting everywhere, although the magic seemed to focus primarily on your face, your pits, your chest, and your privates. Rubbing at your jawline and cheeks, you could feel the beginnings of a beard and moustache beginning to thicken into something fuller and richer. From what you could tell, it felt like something that you had been growing your entire life. You glanced down as your cock and swollen balls were covered in a dense forest of hair, and the itchiness between your ass cheeks confirmed the same thing around your hole.

As you raised your thick biceps to flex, you caught a whiff of your musk from your pits. What used to be smoother and shaved curves of your skin was quickly overtaken by a thick mat of hair. It grew and spiraled out from the skin, trapping up any bits of sweat to make a nice mat for you to force someone’s face into. You shuddered at the thought, your swinging cock already leaking out some more at the idea of having someone buried up in there, worshipping your growing body in its fullest.

“My Master is in control and in charge of things. He is dominant. He is overpowering and unstoppable. When he desires something, he shall have it.”

As if speaking it into existence, you groaned as you felt an influx of thoughts spilling into your otherwise temperamental personality. You had been agreeable and easy to talk to. But like an earworm wriggling its way into the depths of your mind, you felt those thoughts shift into something more demanding and controlling. Why did you have to accommodate others? Why shouldn’t people listen to you instead? Things were far easier when you called the shots, when you were in control, and when people submitted to you. A cocky grin found itself forming on your lips as you eyed the spirit with a confident gaze that almost viewed it as something lesser than you.

In an instant, with your newfound strength and speed, you darted forward to grip the genie’s throat. While you had expected your fingers to pass through air, you were pleasantly surprised to find that there was something minuscule and barely tangible for you to hold onto. Not one to let the moment pass by, you kept a firm grip on the core of the spirit and brought it close to your changed body.

“I don’t remember having desires like that. Have you been changing me how you saw fit? These are your desires for me, not what I wished for myself,” you growled as you saw through the genie’s tricks. The spirit’s glowing eyes widened in surprise at being caught, and if it was an actual person, you were sure that you would have seen the flicker of fear in those golden eyes. But instead of reprimanding the genie, you only brought your arms up in a firm flex. You grunted as you watched the peaks of your biceps harden once more, showing off the dense, packed muscle that could easily crush the spirit, whether it had a physical form or not.

“More,” you growled as you pressed the genie’s half-tangible face up against your sweaty pecs. You smirked at the sight of the spirit moaning and panting over your body, over something that it made in the first place. “Grant me more wishes. Turn me into the thing that you desire most, you little slut,” you hissed as you watched the genie struggle to pull away from your firm grip. Even in its smoky form, there was enough for you to grip and hold in place, and you weren’t planning on letting go anytime soon. “It’s the least you can do for doing whatever the fuck you wanted. Who would have guessed I released such a whorish genie?”

For a while, all you could hear was the wet, sloppy pants as the genie struggled between those two, delicious mounds of fat and muscle. While there was no saliva to coat your hairy chest, you were certain that the spirit would have eagerly slobbered over your tits if it could. Still, the genie managed to pry its head away from worshiping your musky muscles, only staring up at you with a dazed expression.

“I wish… for my Master to become the beefiest, Arab daddy there ever was. Someone to be my lover and care for me and use me as he pleases…” the genie whispered.

There was the familiar outpouring of magic that rushed through your larger frame, although this time, it was accompanied by a feeling of reverent awe. You smirked as you leaned your head back, letting the magic overtake you and change you once more as you relished in the fact that the genie had learned its proper place in your dynamic now.

Years began to form on your face, changing your young, youthful visage into something more mature and experienced. What dominant, cocky feelings you had swelling in your chest before slowly molded into something far more stoic and calm. You didn’t have to prove your strength and power anymore; you’ve had years to do so. Instead, you approached your lovers with a steadfast assurance in yourself. Your words were like commands; they carried the weight of both your experience and your resolute determination. All the years you had missed began piling into your mind, filling in the gaps of a life you never had. You were a powerful, commanding daddy, with both the financial expertise and the knowledge to get what you wanted whenever you wanted.

The hair coating your body began to thicken and darken, until it became a nice, black mat of fur that contrasted against your sun-kissed skin. Years of tanning and working out shirtless under the sunlight darkened your skin into a healthy, vibrant tan. It was something that you were particularly proud of, and memories of yourself roaming around on your back porch butt-naked filled your stuffed head. You recalled the lewd whistles and cat calls from others as they savored the sight of your sweaty, tanned body, and you eagerly ate up every last compliment.

In the meantime, your past began to mold and shift into something more akin to a different country you called home. You had moved here at a young age, hoping to make a name for yourself, and your mind was flooded with experiences of life as an immigrant. Whatever hardships and struggles you triumphed over in the past paved the way to the successful, Arab businessman you are now. You groaned with the influx of information being dumped into your head, and as you let the implanted memories solidify into your truth, you could feel the tongue in your mouth grow thicker and fuller. Whatever thoughts you had were slowly translated into the Arabic language, until you spoke and thought primarily in your mother tongue. English was just a second language that you learned as a means of advancing your career, but it was one of many languages that you could speak fluently now. Even as you addressed the mythical genie, there was a thick accent that coated your words.

“So this is what you wanted,” you growled as you yanked the genie’s head back, only guiding it over so you could stuff it up against your sweaty pits instead. The spirit moaned once more, its intangible body seeming to solidify into something more firm and heavy for you to grip onto. “A hot, beefy Arab daddy for you to worship and slobber all over. For you to be a lover for.” The genie couldn’t say much in response, only mumbling out something with its lips pressed against the curves of your armpits. What you managed to make out was something about a ‘fat ass.’

As if it were some final act of rebellion, you groaned as you felt your backside begin to plump up and fatten in a way that jutted your hips forward. Low, heavy moans spilled out as you could feel your previously flat bottom bloom with both a healthy portion of fat and muscle. It was something that would strain your suit pants, a struggle you faced every morning before heading to the office for work. And as the jiggling cheeks continued to plump up to the point where you were sure people would fixate their sights on either your fat ass or heaving pecs, you growled once more as you pulled the genie away to glare at the magical creature.

“No more changes. You don’t deserve this. To get to savor a body that you sculpted to suit your own needs,” you growled. The genie could only whimper apologetically, in an attempt to soothe your flaring annoyance at its disobedience. “Seems I’ll have to show you where you properly stand in this relationship. Now, you'd better make yourself a body that I can drive this thick cock into. Something with lots of stamina and plenty of room to dump all this hot, thick seed inside of. Or I’ll be sure to stuff you back into that lamp and send you far away from here.”

The spirit shuddered as it quickly formed something more corporeal, the rest of the smoke dissipating in a whirlwind as the lamp sucked up the rest of the ethereal essence. Stalking after your slutty lover’s juicy body towards the bedroom, you couldn’t help but pause to look at yourself in the hallway mirror. You smirked as you savored the changes to your new life; while this wasn’t what you had expected, you certainly couldn’t complain about getting something truly delightful. And with a magical, hungry lover by your side and a body that could get you anyone that you wanted, what more could you ask for?

Now, if only you could get yourself to stop squeezing and rubbing at your own pecs, you could have the whole world at your fingertips...

[catton346]

Big Boy

Your father always said you needed to learn how to change a tire but you always laughed at him. Now you werent laughing. Your car is stock, all four tires blown after driving over something sharp in the road. Its mid day but the closest sign of civilization is miles away, you need to start walking now if youre going to find anyone before it gets dark and the creatures come out. Youre not built for this, youre a classic 20something twink, thin, weak, long hair, and no body hair. Youve spent years of your life getting laser to remove any sign of stubble. Youre smart, an academic, and a big beard or hairy ape arms dont go well with the imagine youre trying to potray. You want to look civilized, smart, not like these blue collar long bearded country guys. Theyre only good for one thing, the occasional hookup. After walking for a bit you come across a cabin surrounded by a few small sheds. An older man is sitting on his porch smoking a pipe. Great, hes one of those blue collar guys, big beard, pipe, baseball cap. His beard is mostly white with streaks fo brown still holding on by the cheeks and upper lip. Theres no visible skin on his lower face, no lips, nothing, everything is drowning in thick wire hairs. If the context were different youd think about trying to hook up with him but better not to, some of the guys out here are homophobic.

"Hey kid! You lost?"

Kid? Youre not a kid. "Im 26!" You say.

"26?" The guy laughs. "You don't look it. Where's your face fur?"

The word 'face fur' makes you shiver first with ick and second with something else... something nice? No. "I broke down! Can you help out?"

"Didnt your daddy ever teach you how to change a tire?" He asks. He taps a chair next to him on the porch. "Sit with me while I finish this pipe and Ill get you fixed up." You, not wanting to look a gift horse in the mouth, join him. "Want a pipe?"

"No, Im good thanks."

"So youre a stogie man?"

"No."

"Cigarette?"

"Nothing."

The porch reeks of tobacco from the man's pipe. You sit with him and he asks where youre from, you tell him the city. You try not to gag on the smell but the longer you sit with him the more you get used to it. You're getting hotter too so you take off your jacket leaving you in just your tank top.

"At least you broke down on a nice day." The man says.

"Yeah," you say, "could be worse." Does your voice sound different? Does it have a bit of an accent? Does it sound deeper? More manly?

The man leans in. "Sure you don't want to smoke anything?"

His face is so close to yours, you cant stop looking at his beard. Its so long, you wonder how long it took him to grow it. Your dick begins to harden in your pants. The man notices.

"Getting excited, big boy?"

The words 'big boy' shoot through you like a shot of vodka. It makes you feel great. You get even harder. Then you realize where you are and try to move to hid it.

"No, no," the man says, "show daddy." He smiles and you get harder.

"Can we just," your voice is defiantly different, it catches you off guard, "uhhh."

The man smiles. "Hard to think?"

"No! No! I'm smart!" You say, but you dont sound smart... you sound dumb. You look at the mans pipe, his beard.

The man holds out the pipe. "Take a hit, big boy. You think so hard, you should take a rest." The smoke tastes manly. The man is holding you as you smoke, one hand scratching your chin, one around the throbbing bulge in your jeans. "That's it, big boy."

You just make grunts, stupid pleased sounds like an animal. You dont notice the hair growing your arms, or the way they inflate turning into solid trunks of muscle. You realize how the sound of the mans scratching changes. When he first started scratching your chin it sounded like flesh on flesh but now it's different. You bring your hand up to your chin... is that hair?

"What are you doing to me?" You stand up, your voice deep and accented now. "Stop it!"

The man smiles. "Come on Big Boy, you love your beard." He points at a window where you can see your reflection. Its your pride and joy."

You don't recognize the man looking back at you. His expression is so dumb. His face has lines from working in the sun, his hairline is receding, and a thick bush of a beard spills out covering the lower half of his face. Its thick, dense, with a mustache covering his upper lip. Only his lower lip, your lower lip, is visible. You bring your hand up to touch it, to make sure it's real. It is. This is you. Your face is drowning in beard. You want to scream, to fight it, but with that same dead fish eyed look you watch as your hand rubs your bulge. You want to fight it, your brain wants to fight it, but your body only cares about one thing, sex.

The man, your new daddy, smiles. "Good think I put those jacks out on the road. I didnt think Id catch such a wonderful big boy. Youll be perfect." Your last memory before you fully give in is of your rubbing your bulge, looking at your new self with a dumb expression, and saying "Thank you Daddy."

[burrcapts]

Well-Aged and Well-Hung

Here's one of the new caption stories from my Patreon if you enjoyed it and would like to read more stuff like it, there are a handful still unposted ones in my discord channel! Plus, a brand new one about a guy leaving work only to find the streets filled with tons of hulking, furry pipe bears: https://www.patreon.com/posts/151270546

“Holy crap duuude! Look at this thing! I bet Stacy would totally love a necklace like this, she’d been dropping hints about wanting something fancy for her birthday for like the whole month!”

You kept on rolling your eyes but after seeing your best friend’s excitement as he jumped around this antique shop you just didn’t have the heart to bring him back to reality by telling him that this shiny thing probably cost more than his entire apartment or maybe even his parents’ house. But there were probably some worse places out there to be stuck in, at least unlike that concert Eddie took you to last week this one didn’t seem likely to permanently damage your hearing. Plus, some of this stuff actually looked pretty neat despite smelling a little musty… Though you figured that was to be expected, it was as if you were in the middle of some kind of a labyrinth made out of all kinds of old looking crap, paintings, statues, vases covered in mosaics and countless other, barely holding together antiques… 

Suddenly you caught a whiff of a smell you didn’t quite expect to find here and as you turned your head, you found your eyes going wide as faint curls of smoke slowly drifted through the air right past your face. Oh crap! Was there a fire in here or something?! You whipped your head around to get Eddie’s attention but he seemed to have wandered off in the meantime so you quickly turned back around, quickly discovering just where those wisps of smoke were coming from… as odd as it sounded, it seemed like someone didn’t put out this pipe before placing it on the wooden display stand it occupied.

Wow, even this thing looked like a genuine work of art, with its large, wooden bowl painstakingly sculpted to resemble some old, bearded guy’s face. Every wrinkle and strand of hair on his pudgy face seemed so real that for a moment there you almost thought you saw it move and blink at you as if it was alive. You remembered that there was a sign near the entrance warning not to touch anything but what if something really were to catch on fire because of it? This entire shop would be gone in minutes like a box of matches and it’s not like you have seen any staff around anyway…

You picked it up and sure enough, the bowl felt a bit warm to the touch. For a moment you stared at it completely transfixed, admiring the level of detail and wondering just how someone would go around sculpting a thing so ridiculously detailed. Then suddenly you let out a surprised yelp, just barely stopping yourself from dropping the pipe to the floor. Holy shit! You weren’t seeing things earlier, this face did actually move! The wooden eyes shifted like they were staring straight at you, it gave you a wink as the mouth curled into a smirk and then opened up wide.

In an instant, a thick spiral of smoke erupted from between its carved lips, briefly drawing a curve through the air before wrapping itself around your hand before you could even react. Your first thought was to toss the pipe away but for some unknown reason you found your fingers clutching onto its bowl even tighter now. You could only watch as the smoke coiled up your arm like a living thing, moving up your limbs with impossible speed. Before you knew it, its plumes had already engulfed your whole chest, you felt its warmth as it surged up your neck and then face, its dense cloud nearly fully blocking out the sight of the antique shop around you. 

You opened your mouth to shout for Eddie only realizing that it was the dumbest idea ever when it was too late, the very moment your lips split apart, the smoke was already prepared to rush down your throat, forcing its way straight into your lungs. You began to cough violently, the harsh taste of tobacco burning inside your chest, your eyes watering as you doubled over, still unable to let go of the pipe in your hand.

For a second you thought you were actually going to suffocate right there, but just as you were about to take your last, desperate breath, you suddenly found the smoke flowing inside you without any resistance whatsoever. Not even a faintest scratch could be felt inside your throat, almost as though your airways have also discovered a brand new appreciation for this exquisite, premium tobacco blend, growing intimately accustomed to it at the exact same time you did… How curious… a sense of calmness proceeded to wash over you as you straightened your back, even if truth be told you found yourself at a bit of a loss… unexpectedly having a particularly difficult time trying to recall what it was exactly that left you so deeply perturbed just now… certainly not this fine specimen of a pipe? 

Oh, that couldn’t possibly have been the case.. Yet at the same time you had to concede that it seemed a little peculiar how only a second ago you could have sworn that its bowl had been adorned with an expertly crafted carving of a rather dashing gentleman’s face. Yet now all you could see as it laid nested within your fingers was your own, not a smidgen less galant reflection staring back at you in the dark, polished wood. But it only took a moment before its stem was placed rightfully between your lips, pipes were to be enjoyed after all, not simply admired, especially ones packed with such delectable tobacco! Oh… you could hardly suppress your moans as you drew on it for the first time, savoring its refined, complex notes as they melted on your palate. Your turgid member already calling out to you, tempting you to partake in your second favorite activity despite being in such an indiscreet locale.

“Holy fucking shit!!! What happened to you dude?!”

A terrified shriek of a younger man rushing towards you had momentarily pulled you out of your pleasureful reverie. You hastily confirmed that your pecker was indeed still well within the confines of your fly so what could have possibly warranted such an uncouth outburst? You removed the pipe from your mouth and tilted your head slightly in confusion and yet this young ruffian still continued to stare at you with his mouth wide agape and eyes as if ready to pop out of their sockets!

After yet another insistent stare from his direction, you sighed and glanced downwards to see what might have possibly placed him in such profound distress. Immediately you were greeted by the edges of your magnificent, luxuriant beard as it cascaded down from your robust, puffy cheeks, blending in with even more snowy white tufts that densely stuffed the wide-open collar of your tailored suit. Your chest was broad and powerful but any brawn cultivated in the distant past could never dream of approaching in its grandeur the true monument to indulgence that proudly jutted beneath your teats its round glory. You gave it a light pat, feeling reassured that despite appearing visibly strained, all of your shirt’s buttons were still entirely successful in their valiant effort of containing its girth. In total, nothing seemed to be amiss whatsoever…

You placed the pipe back in your mouth and ran your large hand across your beard, relishing the sensation of the silken, perfectly groomed strands gliding past your fingertips. Then you shifted your attention back to the younger man who by now grew even more agitated and barely coherent as he proceeded to unceasingly blather about something that supposedly had just happened to you. Insisting that he was in fact a close acquaintance of yours and just saw you being swallowed by smoke, only to emerge from it as ‘some old, fat guy’ as he put it. You scoffed, unsure if more at his sheer impertinence or perhaps simply just at how preposterous this entire notion appeared to be.

Calling this young boy underdressed would hardly begin to describe the full extent of his haggard state with those old, torn-up jeans and the garish t-shirt of some vulgar music group. Even the most cursory glance was sufficient to assess that this scrawny hoodlum lacked both the refinement and culture required for a gentleman of your standing to ever wish to associate himself with… However, after witnessing the sheer force of his conviction, a tiny fragment of you began to wonder if perhaps this pipe that he so desperately implored you to get rid of, did perhaps have some special power.

A mischievous smirk crossed your bearded lips… while you had no intention whatsoever of ever parting with this magnificent briar, if this young man did in fact insist on staying at your side, then perhaps its powers could be harnessed to refine him as well into a more… amicable form. Your stubby cock was already beginning to twitch within the silky folds of your briefs as you pictured it. His athletic frame did show some promise, but in truth it was hardly enough to whet your appetite… the lad was going to need far more substantial endowments in order to properly fulfill the duties you had planned for him. Both in terms of muscle and no doubt also the one area that counted the most when it came to satisfying your big, hungry arse behind the bedchamber doors. 

This rascal must have been shrewder than he appeared at first glance because it didn’t take him too long after you began to draw on your pipe before he seemed to catch on and turned around to run. But when you opened your lips and exhaled, hardly a few more squeaks of his sneakers against the hardwood floor managed to reach your ears before the rapidly surging smoke was already at his feet, engulfing his entire body. You heard him choking, gasping for air, his voice dropping octave after octave with each desperate breath, slowly reaching the desired timbre when he could no longer help himself and unleashed a true cacophony of moans so wonderfully ripe with helpless need and desire that it made your cock drip.

His features remained hidden behind the hazy, grey veil but by now his body was inflating to such obscene proportions that even its silhouette left hardly anything to the imagination. His shoulders squared and broadened, biceps easily reaching and then far exceeding the size of actual watermelons, chest exploding outwards into a boundless meaty shelf as his legs, now immense, sprawling pillars of pure muscle worked tirelessly to keep this hulking colossus fully upright. When the smoke finally began to dissipate you found him in a far more agreeable pose than before. Spine straight, hands clasped behind his back and eyes attentively focused on you with a composed, submissive expression, a truly perfect image of your new butler.

“Hello, how may I serve you today, Sir?”

Hearing this muscular giant who by now towered over you by well over a head addressing you with such respect and reverence suddenly felt so fitting… just as well as the choice of his new outfit. Thankfully that ghastly shirt and pants were completely gone, with only a bowtie underneath a small white collar adorning his neck and a black pair of skimpy posers, tight enough to immediately reveal that your wish regarding his endowment was fulfilled in an equally satisfactory manner. As eager as you were to inspect it up close, you simply had to take a moment to fully admire the very monument to the male physique he’d been turned into. Every smallest muscle was fully defined and sculpted to absolute perfection that would have made even the Farnese Hercules blush, all of it honed with utmost diligence and rigour… of course… you expected nothing less from your personal assistant.

You approached slowly, hearing the floorboards creak with each step, your substantial belly swaying from side to side as you savored the view as well as this delightful tobacco which caressed your tongue. His new, full beard and the dusting of blonde hair over his chest have captured your gaze for almost as long as his bulge. They made him look so virile… so profoundly masculine… your hole was already twitching with need but before you had him make you squeal, you fully intended to have some fun first…

With a mischievous smirk, just barely visible underneath your voluminous, snow-white mustache you extended your hand, only narrowly succeeding in cupping his enormous manhood within your pudgy, weathered palm. Aside from a barely audible whimper which slipped past his lips, your butler’s composure remained unbroken even as your fingers have fully wrapped themselves around his firehose of a cock through the soft fabric. But you were relentless, steadily fondling and massaging its entire length all while observing his brutish, broad-jawed face beginning to blush and cover in perspiration as he desperately tried to hold his trembling, colossal form in check. His head slowly tilting backwards as helpless gasps echoed from his throat. Oh yes… he was in your full control and you both knew it.

You slipped one of your chubby fingers behind the waistband of the posers and pulled them down, letting his gargantuan slab of meat spring free as it smacked right against his gigantic abs with a meaty thwack, spraying both his chest and your beard with countless, shiny beads of precum. Even before you laid your eyes on this unshackled, pulsating monstrosity you were already hungrily licking your lips, feeling your mouth overflowing with saliva, but now you simply needed it! The lad was perfectly trained, you found one of his arms already extended to serve as support while you descended to your knees, his posture not wavering in the slightest even when you balanced your whole weight against it.

You let the pipe stem out of your mouth and leaned forward, opening wide in the thrilling anticipation of finally getting your lips around that magnificent shaft… yet when you were only mere inches away from tasting his youthful, masculine essence, why were you suddenly the one trembling and starting to hesitate?

“Eddie…”

You heard yourself whisper, but not in the aged, sonorous and commanding baritone that you were accustomed to hearing resounding from your throat. No, it sounded more like a meek, confused voice of some scared boy. Why were you suddenly so terrified of that name?! Of course deep inside you knew exactly why… it belonged to your best friend… a guy you knew since college… a guy whose cock you were just about to suck off! Oh shit, what the fuck was going on here?!

“Is everything alright, Sir?”

You could hear the tension in his voice, as if he were fruitlessly trying to say something else but only those words were allowed to ever come out. He was still in there too! Fuck, you had to help him! Your eyes darted to the pipe still clenched within your hand, you saw smoke rising from it, angrily billowing in your direction as if it could sense that you were back in control. Oh fuck! You saw it shooting towards your face in countless white tendrils, you wanted to block them, cover up your mouth and nose but you were so huge, so monstrously huge and so awfully slow… your arm was only halfway to your mouth when it had already been filled with smoke that reached all the way down to your lungs. And by the time one of your hands had arrived by your lips, its only purpose was to place the pipe’s stem back where it belonged so you could enjoy yet another lungful of this refined and profoundly invigorating fragrance.

“With a scrumptious treat like this prepared for me to enjoy? I am feeling decidedly splendid, my dear Edward!”

Your robust voice was once again thick with desire, however as you glanced upwards you took note of your butler appearing rather disconcerted for a change, his panic-stricken countenance fidgeting slightly as if he was trying to shake it, yet at the same time quite unable to move his neck in the slightest. Oh, perhaps that silly lad still thought that you intended to merely tease him further, but no such thing! Now at last it was time for the both of you to depart together on your voyage into the land of the most blissful pleasures!

You parted your lips and exhaled, letting a few misty, grey curls descend upon Edward’s oh so appetizing manhood, embracing its imposing girth as they spilled down the veiny, engorged sides. It almost appeared to swell even larger right before your eyes as it violently jerked up and down, dripping like a broken faucet while your butler pleadingly moaned to you, imploring you to “snap out of it” or something along those lines. However you found yourself realizing that you did not quite care enough to inquire as to what he might have meant by it, after all you did not keep him around to be your conversation partner… For that both sides would have needed to keep their mouths unobstructed and you were already stuffing yours with his irresistibly swollen shaft.

Edward’s lightly salted precum mixed with the exquisite tobacco which still coated your palate made for a truly divine combination. You slowly dragged your tongue against the underside of his cock, sensing every tiniest ridge and crevice, feeling the ferocious heat which radiated outwards as his gargantuan form shook in untamed ecstasy. Your jaw was already aching from the strain as you attempted to fit the entirety of his humongous endowment down your throat, and yet you nevertheless greedily pushed forward, knowing that you won’t feel fully satisfied until you could smell the raw, primal scent of his pubic fur with your nose buried deep among it and could feel his huge, sweaty ballsack smacking against your beard with each thrust. 

Your own stubby member was aching so badly that you had no other choice than to send your pudgy fingers haphazardly fumbling with your pants until his angry head stood there, just barely jutting past the zipper. But even if you could hardly fit him within your palm, each stroke filled you with so much of this animalistic, ecstatic bliss that it only took moments before the facade of a refined man of culture that you have cultivated on the outside began to crumble, giving way to your true self, the absolute horny cockslut who moaned like a cheap whore as you tightly sealed your bearded lips around your butler’s obscenely throbbing piece of meat and began to suck with every bit of determination left within your huge, corpulent body.

Edward went completely rigid, his immense muscles flexing and contracting all at once as a strangled cry tore from his throat and his hips began to buckle involuntarily. Driving yet another inch past your lips and making you gag, but that only made it so much more exciting! His impossibly wide, gigantic thighs were quaking before your very eyes but you showed no mercy whatsoever and only hungrily drove deeper, bobbing your head in a frantic rhythm. Your hirsute moobs and belly jiggling with each rapid stroke of your stubby nub.

You were in heaven and as you lifted your heavy-lidded eyes to fully take in the view of this muscular behemoth helplessly trembling above you, of his tremendous chest heaving with each labored breath, of all the glistening sweat pouring in rivulets through every perfectly defined curve and valley on his Herculean body. His face was flushed deep red and tilted far back as endless moans and gasps poured out of his bearded mouth. What you so desperately craved was already well on its way. Edward’s voice cracked into a guttural roar as his entire form froze in place as if a marble statue and then began to flood your mouth with endless waves of virile, hot seed.

The first rope nearly made you choke as it shot straight down your gullet, but you greedily swallowed it all, moaning around the pulsating cock as it continued to unleash more and more of that thick, salty nectar which immediately threatened to spill past your lips out of its sheer abundance. But the cum-hungry fiend like you would never let even a single drop go to waste as your eyes rolled back in bliss, an orgasm of pure delight sending your rotund frame into powerful spasms. Yet even then you didn’t stop swallowing for even a second, didn’t stop sucking and milking that glorious piece of meat until it was completely dry.

When Edward finally slid his cock out your throat with an obscene pop, both of you found yourself turning to find an older, distinguished and finely dressed gentleman observing you from the side. He was still slowly stroking his newly spent cock, his eyes glazed with pleasure, clearly having just finished as evidenced by the mess staining the floor between his legs. Somehow you knew that he was the owner of this antique store and with Edward’s prompt assistance you heaved yourself to back your feet, dabbing the corners of your mouth with the handkerchief you pulled out of your pocket.

“Hello my good Sir, please excuse this small indecency. I simply must inquire about purchasing this remarkable briar!”

Yet in reply you only saw his lips curving into a knowing smile underneath the monumental, white mustache which adorned them.

“Oh, my dear fellow, this magnificent performance alone was worth far more than any monetary sum I might have requested for this little trinket, please, do consider it yours. I only ask that you recommend my establishment to other acquaintances of yours, a place like this truly thrives on word of mouth, I believe you understand.”

After seeing that mischievous glint in his eyes the implication was indeed not lost on you and after thanking him profusely you once again nodded your head and gestured for Edward to follow you to the exit. As you stepped out into the afternoon air, the pipe was already back between your lips, delighting you once more with its exquisite taste. Yet you knew that the pleasures of the day were far from over, your hole was already twitching in anticipation of all the things Edward was going to subject it to with his monumental instrument once the both of you arrived in your bedchambers. The road back home couldn’t possibly be short enough.

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A jock goes to sleep and turns into a muscledaddy. Just wait until he wakes up!

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Bear Beach - Realistic Version

I couldn't help but animate these incredible before and after photos generated by @rowdy317 ! 🔥🔥🔥

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Trainer from the Trained Pt. 2

“I get it Joshy. You earned this sweat after training me so hard. Now cover up, you look like a whore.” Mike said condescendingly, throwing a noticeably smaller towel in Joshy’s direction. Mike grabbed what appeared to be a letter from his shorts as well. He tucked it into his towel as he led the way to the sauna.

Joshy quickly covered up his manhood, flipping his cock upward and tightly wrapping his towel around his midsection. Once his cock was put away Joshy realized just how small his towel was. His thick bubble butt stuck out obscenely, barely covered by the thin fabric.

“Don’t you think this towel is a little fruity?" Joshy asked.

“Fruity? What a funny word. Joshy. Tell me honestly. What did you think of me before this afternoon?” Mike asked.

“I thought you were a fag. At first I didn’t want to train you. I couldn’t stand fags, especially the girly ones, but you actually helped me realize all fags aren’t bad.” Joshy spoke.

“I thought it was something like that. Joshy, listen up. You changed me for the better. Now I’m going to return the favor. You love ‘fruity’ things. All things ‘fruity’ in fact.” Mike said with directness. Joshy instantly knew that to be true. Man did his client know him! “You especially love acting femme. You now talk with a lisp and mostly utilize your higher register. ” With that Joshy’s gait began to change as they walked towards the sauna doors, becoming wider, more languid, showing off his ass as he followed behind Mike’s gym pumped form. His lips pursed. He widened his eyes, making them appear more doe like.

Mike held open the large glass door to the sauna. Plumes of thick white steam poured forth.

“Thank you, thir.” Joshy lisped, his voice pitching higher. Mike smiled at that, feeling ever more the man.

The spa was exceptional. Atlas Gym sparing no expense on amenities. The walls were covered in aspen, several nooks and benches formed artfully designed areas for members to lounge and talk out plans. However, Mike had different ideas for these spaces. He led Joshy to a particularly secluded section of benches walled off by intricate wicker walls designed to look like birds nests, with woven private rooms and various levels of benches it was perfect for what Mike had in mind. Mike stopped here, removing his towel and letting his long cock splay out over his legs. Joshy opted to keep his towel on, sitting daintly down on the bench and crossing his legs.

“Joshy, you were just telling me how fruity you are.” Mike said smirking, loving how the man before him became completely changed in demeanor.

“Oh right.” Joshy chirped. “it’th tho weird, like, everyone thinkth I’m gay, but I’m as thstraight ath they come, girl!” Joshy giggled.

“Joshy…enough fooling. You’re gayer than a three dollar bill. You’re a walking, talking faggot, unable to concentrate when a real man’s package is visible. You’d do most anything to suck and get fucked by a big dick. Total size queen, you. Why do you think you love the smell of my sweat so much? You’re a fag slut Joshy, just accept it.” Mike snarled. His cock slowly rising like a flag pole as he uttered his latest command at Joshy.

“But I…no…the woman out front? I—I told you how I wanted to bang-“ Joshy sputtered, holding for dear life to his hetero-sexuality.

“Mikey you told me you loved her outfit. How you want to get more into cardio, because you’ve gotten too big.”

“I—You— you’re doing something to me. I gotta get out of here!” Joshy jumped up, his small towel falling to the floor as he swished and ran with his wrists bent. Mike lept up too, moving like lightning, his long legs carryong him faster to the door. Joshy collided straight into the tall jock’s hairy, sweaty chest. The man’s deep musk invading his nostrils.

The wheels began turning in Joshy’s mind as the stench began permeating through his senses. He gasped, realizing it was the smell rewriting his mind. Mike’s funk was controlling him. He covered his nose, breathing through his mouth. He tried with all his might to rub the sweat from his face. Mike only chuckled deeply as he lazily grabbed the back of Joshy’s head and shoved it into his other pit.

“So you figured it out, huh?” Mike said through a smile. “I have you to thank for it, Joshy. It wasn’t until we started training together that I realized the power of my musk. My whole life I never hit the gym, always too afraid to take the plunge. But when I began training with you—something changed, I started producing, what I can only think to call, pheromones…they don’t work on women, but for whatever reason men go crazy around my musk. They fall right in line. Right under my control.” Mikey smirked at the struggling hunk before him.

"I couldn’t believe it at first. I jokingly made commands to friends at work and they’d oddly fulfill them. Small things at first, buying me lunch on their dime and then bigger things like my asshole boss’ need to suck me off under my desk every day after giving me a 15% raise.”

Joshy continued breathing through his mouth, until Mike’s large hand covered it. The smaller, thick body builder held out as long as he could, his face turning red until…He gasped, he sputtered, he lost. Joshy’s hand pulled away from his nose for a deep breath. Mike’s pungent odor filled his nostrils with a burning funk.

“There, there Joshy. Just breath. Breathe deep, slut. Breathe deeper than you ever have before.” Joshy moaned and huffed and huffed and moaned into Mike’s armpit, tears streaming down his face as he succumbed to Mike’s pheromones.

“Mike this is wrong. You can’t just change people.” Joshy pleaded through his huffs and licks. “People have lives!”

“I know-I promise I know. But that’s why I need you. Once I transform you I’m going to use my musk on myself. I don’t want to become the power hungry twats I hated. I just need one guy to ground me and that has to be you. You’re the only one who can reshape me, Joshy. Please.

Joshy looked upon his client’s handsome, pained face. Seeing honesty in his eyes he nodded. He succumbed to Mike’s words.

“Now slut. Accept everything I just told you. Tell me what you are.” Joshy took in one final huff, filling his lungs with the potent mix.

"I’m totally a fag thslut for real men’th dick.” Joshy moaned in between huffing Mike’s sweaty pits. “I’m, like, totally obsethed with your thmelly pitsth, Mike. Fuck Daddy, can I thuck you off?” Joshy lisped, going weak at the knees as he pawed at Mike’s fat cock.

“In a minute Joshy. First tell me honestly about the blonde woman on the elyptical from earlier.”

“She ith like totally fierce!” Joshy responded in between huffs. “I’m jealous because I need to get on her cardio game. I’m, like, waaay too big right now.” Joshy sighed.

“Never fret Joshy. Let’s go back to our room and I can tell you some more fun things. We can even strategize next steps for your fitness game and then I need you to read this to me as I huff my own stink. It will ensure I never use this power on anyone ever again, unless it is deemed valid by you.” Mike said assuredly.

God he was so perfect, Joshy thought and nodded like bobble head as Mike led them back to their nested room. His large hand held Joshy’s smaller one. Joshy knew he was stronger than Mike, but he felt so small around the man.

Mike laid Joshy down on a tall wooden bench, designed as a massage table. Mike placed his now swishy trainer’s thick neck and head into a cushioned pillow for support. His face open to the floor below. Massage oil was conveniently located at the bench’s side.

Mike marvelled at the man before him. Just an hour ago Josh drilled Mike like a machine, relentlessly commanding his body through rigourous sets. Now Mike would return the favor to his sweet Joshy.

"Joshy I want you to completely relax for me. Accept what I say easily.” Mike languidly spelled out. The large bodybuilder sighed out contentedly, his eyes closing, his breathing deepening as he took more of Mike’s musk into his lungs. Mike coated his hands with oil and began to rub the pronated man before him, their sweat acting to further lubricate his strong motions.

“Joshy you are my boyfriend. I am the only man for you. You are my little fag slut, bottom of a trainer. Your cock never gets hard and the pleasure you receive centers from this fat ass.” Mike laid out plainly. beginning to work open Joshy’s soon to be loose hole.

“Oh fuck daddy.” Joshy moaned. “You feel thooo good.” Mike smirked down at the writhing man on his two fingers. He began pistoning in and out of his new boyfriend’s pussy, that girly lisp music to his ears.

"Over the next few months, Joshy, you will completely reshape your fitness program. I like twinks with fat asses and flaccid cocks. Your sole effort will be to shed this bulky muscle, except that of your legs and ass; There I need you to redouble your efforts. Grow big Joshy. Grow a fat, muscle ass for daddy with huge thighs and calves to match. A fat ass with a hyper sensitive pussy.” Mike said, his fingering increasing in speed, a third thick finger added to play Joshy’s boy button.

“Fuck. Feelth thoo good! Yeth daddy, fuck—but wait. My manager. The team. I’m thupothed to be sthrong.” Joshy moaned out as his pussy continued to open.

“I’ll take care of them…In fact I think it is time for you to move on from this company altogether. With you by my side we can start our own gym” Mike said thoughtfully. Without so much as a word, Mike pulled out his fingers from Joshy’s aching twat and continued to roughly massage his new boyfriend’s body. “I’m going to worship these big muscles for the last time they’ll ever be at this size. After today your diet and fitness goals change Joshy.”

Mike poured over Joshy’s thick thighs, kneading into his muscular ass with relentless precision. His strong hands found there way up his posterior chain and into his large, hairless mid back. Mike worshiped the man’s gorgeous shoulders, and crawled his hands down each thunderous arm. For Joshy’s part all he could do was moan femininely as his boyfriend worked his body over.

Joshy’s eyes were closed during most of the massage, but they flew open at the feeling of something wet and spongey at his lips. There under the open massage head rest stood at attention the most beautiful cock he had ever laid eyes on. Joshy moaned as he accepted it into his faggy, slut mouth. The cock quickly became too much for the new gay man. He choked and sputtered, his face glossed with tears and spit. Just when it felt it was too much Mike spoke.

“Joshy, relax. Fag slut’s like you don’t have a gag reflux.” Instantly Joshy accepted the thick cock down his throat. His sputters replaced with girly moans. Mike continued his assault on his boyfriend’s throat even as he reached his hands back to his muscular bubble butt. Joshy began to moan uncontrollably, his body overcome with a sense of fullness as his throat was filled with cock and Mike re-inserted his three fingers into his wet hole. Mike began to piston his cock in and out of his new boyfriend’s throat all while playing his boy button with expert precision. In that moment Joshy’s ass convulsed around Mike’s three fingers. He saw stars as his soft deflated cock began to uselessly puddle cum from his large balls. At the sight of his man’s orgasm, Mike unleashed a torrent of cum down Joshy’s throat, moaning deeply with each thrust.

The two separated from one another. Mike grabbed the aforementioned letter he had written for Joshy to read to him.

“Babe. I need you to read this to me. It will ensure I never become corrupted by my power. I will forever be devoted to you and our community. It’s all up to you now.” Mike smiled. He handed Joshy the letter, took a seat on the bench and began to huff his own musk in earnest. His pupils dilated, his jaw went slack, and Joshy began to read in his new girly voice.

… Six months later …

Joshy moaned loudly. Bouncing his fat ass up and down like a basketball on Mike’s thick, muscular body. His man’s huge, 9” rod disappearing up his sloppy hole with masterful skill, his now slender body covered in a sheen of sweat. The muscle he retained glistened on his hairless frame, his pecs bounced in time with each quivering landing he made. Joshy’s dick now permanently soft and leaking, slapping his man’s thick, jizz covered abdomen.

“God babe—fuck—just-like-that! Fuck!” Joshy squealed almost losing it as he rode his man’s dick. Mike, feeling himself getting closer, took control. Playtime was over. He grabbed his man’s fat ass and began thrusting upward, lifting his man like a human fleshlight, his huge hairy guns bulging with muscle as he pounded the eager bottom’s hole. Suddenly Mike stopped his thrusts, watching his man’s angelic, blissed out face as he bottomed out. He held him there, moaning uncontrollably in heat.

“Whose ass is this babe?” Mike smirked, keeping a firm grip on Joshy until he answered.

“Fuck! Yours!” He moaned and with that Mike again began hammering away.

“That’s-right-this-ass- is- MINE!” Mike grunted. His cock began to pulse, it wouldn’t be long now. With all the strength he now had, he easily rolled the lighter Joshy onto his back, his cock never leaving his man’s hole. Now in missionary he began pounding in earnest. Joshy reached up, tweaking Mike’s thick nipples as his hole was pummeled. Joshy’s own dick was left untouched, the fullness in his ass was all the pleasure he needed.

Mike hit a fever pitch. His thrusts becoming erratic, Joshy’s hole squelching as Mike pistoned in and out.

“Fuck Joshy. Fuck, you make daddy so happy fuck. FUCK! Gonna breed that slut hole babe. Fuckkk babe. TAKE IT!!” Mike screamed and babbled incoherently. Pulse after pulse of cum erupted from Mike’s dick. His huge body giving Josh its full 250 lbs of weight while Mikey’s lean 160 lbs took it like a champ!

“Daddy fuck!!! You’re so fucking big!! Fuck me daddy. Fuck my HOLE fuckkkk meeeeee!!” Joshy squealed, his 3” flaccid cock gushed forth as his hole quivered around Mike’s shaft until it finally clenched down, not wanting the fireworks to end.

Mike left his still hard cock in Joshy’s thick ass, as the two lovers panted and gently kissed. Mike slipped onto Joshy’s side, cradling the smaller man in his huge arms. They spooned as his cock continued to spontaneously convulse in his man’s hole.

Life was bliss for the gym owning power couple. Pretty soon after Joshy’s initial changes began, Mike’s own changes took effect. Mike purchased a local failing gym in the gayborhood and became its CEO. He made careful hypnosis files for himself to let Joshy mold him into the perfect Dom Daddy. As he sniffed his own musk and heard his voice, the changes were sealed and day by day he became the monster Daddy he was today. They both promised themselves to love and honor the other. Not only did they come to honor one another, they became the conssumate daddies of the gayborhood.

The couple gave back to the community, fostering change and Mike made good on his word. Joshy was his guiding light…everywhere except the bedroom and neither would have it any other way.

Joshy became a changed man. He went from a staggering 200 lb 5’9" bodybuilder to an insatiable 160 lb twunk with all his weight centering around his lower half; Though he still kept some definition in his bouncy chest and muscular arms. He strutted around the gym in tight feminine clothing, showing off his thunder thighs and fat pulsing ass. He loved all the attention he received, though he only had eyes for Mike…that is unless Mike ordered him to suck off his co-workers and bodybuilder managers. As devoted as they were, they received endless pleasure in pleasuring others. It was all a part of their new pheromone fueled personas. Sniff, sniff.