Wants and needs
Some guys want to be transformed. And some guys, like Andrew?
They need it.
The college student spent every waking moment obsessing over himself, or rather, who he needed to be. His tall, slim frame, which would've been more than enough for most guys, left him wanting, well, needing, so much more.
He wanted the same short, dark hair that sprouted from his head to cover every inch of his body: a thick, bristly beard and a trail from his chest down, and down, and down. Enough hair to trap all that sweat from the gym and brew it into a rich, deep, manly musk.
And he wanted there to be more inches of him, more thick, corded muscle bulging underneath his skin covered in all that hair.
He knew what he needed: Big, dumb, hairy, musky, sweaty, manly.
The thought crept into his head during every lecture, every study session, every late night spent cramming for an exam.
His mind wandered, and so did his hands, touching and tracing and stroking and pumping to the thoughtā¦
Big, dumb, hairy, musky, sweaty, manly.
"Can you help me?"
I don't know what he had in mind by help, but he got it. I can't count how many of protein shakes I crammed down his throat, or the number of supplements and vitamins and minerals for muscle and hair growth I packed into each I made him slurp down.
He started cutting class (my idea, well, order).
I don't know if there was a formula, but I can tell you his grades slipped further and further with each extra pound he benched in the gym. He stopped thinking, and just started being.
He was such a good bro, and the way his face lit up when his chest hair started coming in? Perfection. And when he told me he was dropping out? Words can't describe it.
I pushed him hard and fast, and he obeyed better than I could have expected.
And now Andrew's big, dumb, hairy, musky, and sweaty. He's a man.
He thinks he's dominant, and around other bros? Oh, he's the alpha wolf. But around meā¦?
Well, every wolf is a pup at some point.