Adrian's work trip to the Northwest Territories wasn't going as planned. When his flight was delayed, he just assumed it was bad weather. When his checked bag was left behind in California, he was pissed, but he knew this kind of thing happened from time to time. Then, when his rental car gave him an low-gas alert on a snowy highway, four hours from his hotel, he just assumed God chose to fuck him over specifically that day.
"FUCK!" Adrian shouted into the ether as the low-gas alert blinked a cheerful yellow. "God-fucking-DAMMIT!"
He felt his blood boil in his veins, and his health app alerted him to the change in his blood pressure.
"Alright, cool it." He said to himself. "Don't blow a gasket. Just take a breath. Breathe in, out. In, out... In... I CAN'T TAKE IT!"
He slammed his fists into the dashboard. When he retracted them, he noticed two circular dents where his hands struck the spongy plastic.
That'll come out of the company bill, I hope... Adrian thought. He'd been lucky with not needing to pay for the damages his anger often wrought, but there was always a chance that he couldn't find a loophole in the rules this time. He knew he had to be more careful, but in a situation like this, he assumed anyone would be just as pissed as he was. This was a reasonable reaction, right?
"Alright. Twenty miles of gas left, and I have to refuel somewhere." he said to no one, the snow falling gently around his rental car. "Where's the nearest gas station..."
He pulled out his phone, which thankfully still had service, and checked Google Maps. There was nothing around for miles, nothing but mountains, forest, and road...
...Except for a tiny little town off the highway by the name of Icefall, only fifteen miles away.
Good a place as any to get gas, I guess. It's probably full of dumb hicks, though. Probably won't be staying long. Adrian thought, and started up his car again, setting his destination to Icefall's gas station.
As he drove down the highway, the snow around him seemed to pick up speed. The wind howled around his car, and soon enough, the entire world seemed to be shrouded in a white, icy cloak. His progress slowed, and by the time he saw the lights of the town of Icefall in the distance, the road had nearly been rendered indistinguishable from the ground by the snow.
Guess I'm stuck here until the storm passes, Adrian thought to himself, grumbling. He drove past a few rows of wooden homes, the warm light from inside them seeming to call out to him. Despite its rural location, Icefall was definitely a picturesque town, Adrian thought. Each home seemed to be custom-made, and inlaid with hand-carved wooden decorations. Inside, fires burned cheerfully, silhouetting the inhabitants within. He couldn't properly make out who lived in each home through the frosted glass, but from what little he could see, each inhabitant was utterly enormous.
They were all wide and boxy, their limbs thick and powerful. It was like the entire town was inhabited solely by powerlifters. Notably, Adrian noticed no female-presenting silhouettes among the people in their homes, just more men built like tanks.
Suddenly, Adrian felt quite inadequate. Sure, he was handsome, in that blond California pretty-boy way, and the girls flocked to him, but he was nowhere near strong. He'd never set foot in a gym in his life; he'd never needed to. He was naturally lean and had abs, and that was all that mattered until now. They were even taller than him, each one at least six feet. Adrian was five foot seven, a perfectly average-- below average on his worst nights-- height. Here in Icefall, Adrien felt like a twig in a forest of redwoods.
Adrien shook these thoughts from his head like they were water in his ears. Focus, he thought. Where can I stay until the storm blows over?
And there, shining red through the snow, he saw it: a neon sign advertising Icefall Bar and Brewery. Adrian gave himself a little fist-pump as he turned right into the parking lot, his fancy rental Tesla looking incredibly incongruous among the small collection of old pickup trucks and jeeps that dotted the lot. The bar itself was, like the rest of the town, a log cabin with supports and pillars covered in complex hand-carved motifs, each one depicting the land around it in some way, shape, or form. Lakes and blizzards, mountains and pine trees, this place memorialized the terrain on its walls. Adrien walked out of the rental car and into the bar, and was flooded by the scent of craft beer, and the sound of merriment.
Warm incandescent lighting covered the bar in a soft golden glow. Handmade wooden tables were spread out evenly through the space, each one just slightly different from the rest: a complete inverse of the sterile, plastic tables that were everywhere up and down the west coast. The bar itself seemed to have everything under the sun: scotch, whiskey, bourbon, vodka, even some wine. And of course, there were entire barrels full of every kind of beer imaginable.
But what drew Adrian's eye was none of this, but rather the bar's patrons. Adrian hadn't been hallucinating the size of Icefall's residents, because he was seeing them in the flesh. They were all enormous, wide men, each one at least a head taller than Adrian himself, if not head and shoulders. Their shoulders were broad enough to encompass at least three Adrians worth of width, and their firm undefined guts made sure each one was at least three Adrians deep as well. Many of them wore thick plaid shirts that were kept open, revealing stained tank tops that let their enormous pecs breathe. Each one was a well-fed mix of muscle and fat, well over the size of Adrian's head, and covered in thick, dense hair. Some of them wore vests, revealing their enormously bulky arms. Adrian had been told before that he had a nice ass and nice legs, from the cycling he did to and from work every day, and these men's arms were bigger than his legs. He didn't think he'd ever seen cannons like those before, not even on the beach in the dead of summer. No, because those muscle-heads cut all the fat off their bodies, these men simply kept it there along with their strength, lending them so much more size than if they had ever chose to keep their definition.
One of them accidentally bumped into Adrian as he was getting up to use the bathroom, and it was like walking into a brick wall. His thighs were titanic, bigger than Adrian's entire torso. Adrian was sure that even some pro bodybuilders didn't have legs like these. The man he bumped into turned to Adrian, and said jovially:
"Oh, sorry little guy! I didn't see ya there!"
His voice was like thunder, deep and gravelly and rough. Adrian felt his cheeks turn redder than the man's wild, fiery beard.
"I'm perfectly average, thank you very much." Adrian said, and the man's green eyes seemed to twinkle in the lamplight.
"Ah, I see, that's very, very reasonable." The man said. "We jus' don't get a lot of visitors 'round these parts, so it's a lil surprising to see someone who's..." He struggled for a second to phrase it properly.
"Not built like a brick shithouse?" Adrian scoffed.
"You said it, buddy, not me." The man said.
"Anyway," Adrian said, desperate to get out of this conversation. "Where can I get a drink around here? I'm trapped here by the storm, and I need to cool off for a bit."
At those words, a few of the other patrons' eyes turned to him. Suddenly, Adrian felt like a slab of prime rib in front of a bunch of hungry, bearded bears.
"Go talk to Ozzie, he's behind the bar." A dark-skinned man with a fade and an equally thick beard to the redhead told him from a table over. "He'll fix you up real good."
Adrian looked over to the bar, and saw an older man with long white hair cleaning out some mugs. Like the others, he was built like a brick shithouse, but unlike the others, his beard was trimmed short. There was something different in the way he moved. Maybe it was the runestone pendant he wore upon his meaty, hairy chest, maybe it was the raven tattoos up and down his arms, but there was something very, very powerful about this man.
Adrian sat up at the bar on a stool shaped like a tree stump, and Ozzie came over to him, a tankard of beer in his hand. He gave Adrian a warm smile.
"Welcome to my bar, friend!" He said. "What brings a city boy like you all the way out here?"
Adrian took a sip of beer, and licked his lips after. This was the best tasting beer he'd ever had!
"Just a work trip. I got snowed in, you see." Adrian said, the beer settling strangely in his gut.
"That's the story of a lot of people around here," Ozzie said. "Storm blows in, a man comes to the bar, and after a drink or two, he loves Icefall so much he decides to stay. Where do you work, anyway?"
"I work at..." Adrian's head grew fuzzy. That wasn't the only thing that grew fuzzy either: his chin started to sprout hairs for the first time in years. "Give me a sec, it'll come to me."
"Take your time, son." Ozzie said.
Adrian scratched his chin as he thought, the hairs on his chin growing thicker and longer with each stroke. Adrian didn't notice, he was too lost in thought. He stroked his chin, and soon there was too much fur in the way for him to actually touch his chin, so he just touched his beard instead. It grew down to his undefined pecs, and darkened under the lamplight into a deep reddish-brown. He ran his hand through his hair, and it darkened to a dirty blond rather than the sun-kissed gold he was used to.
"I work at a logging company," he said, a bushy reddish-brown mustache bursting from his lips as he spoke. "I don't really do much of the logging myself, obviously, but I need to visit the boss's place later so he can update me on our quarterly gains."
Ozzie laughed, deeply and earnestly. "You might not be a true lumber boy, but you'll fit right in here."
"Nah, I'm not like you guys. I'm the guy who tells men like you where to haul the logs to." Adrian said.
"Still, ya sure look like one of us." Ozzie said.
"What in the world do you mean?" Adrian said as he took another sip of beer. "I don't look like you people at allllll...?"
On the last word, Adrian's voice dropped several octaves. He had a somewhat high voice before, but now he almost sounded like a bear himself. His voice was low and rough and a little bit jolly, like if Santa had taken up being a lumberjack.
"What's happening?" Adrian said, feeling his blood boil, but not as intense as he was used to. Like there was ice in his veins, cooling him off.
"Well, you're becoming a real Icefall man, if you're willing to let yourself." Ozzie said. "Everyone who blows through here does, if he stays long enough. I'm just helping the process go a little bit smoother."
"What in God's name do you mean-- my abs!" Adrian said, as his stomach began to bubble. All the other men in the bar turned towards him with lust in their eyes as Adrian clutched his gut, watching it bulge out before him like a balloon. It expanded and flattened, forming a hard wall of muscle covered by a healthy layer of fat and thick dark hair. He tapped it experimentally to confirm: rock-solid. He felt a stirring in his cock as he ran his hands through the fur. Ozzie smirked.
"If you didn't like this, you wouldn't have stayed." Ozzie said as Adrian rubbed his gut in wonder. "On some level, you wanted to let go, feel stable. Strength, control, peace, that sort of thing. You're lucky all of us are here to help you through it. It'd be a hell of a lot worse if I couldn't be here, and a lot less pleasurable if all of us weren't." Ozzie gestured to the other patrons in the bar, who were coming over to Adrian to welcome him into the fold. Many of them were licking their lips, and all of them had taken their shirts off.
Adrian was at a loss. What Ozzie was promising sounded wonderful, but...
"What about my job, my money? My life?" Adrian said.
"Do you really want to keep them?" Ozzie said.
Adrian thought about it. The hours behind a desk, the endless women he fucked but never cared about, the dents in his wall from all his outbursts. The rage he felt at the smallest little thing.
And for the first time, he realized he wanted none of it.
"No." He said resolutely, his thundering new voice carrying the weight of the statement. The bar cheered.
"Then let at 'em, boys." Ozzie said, his hand reaching down his pants.
Suddenly, the enormous men surrounded Adrian, shrouding him in shadow-- but not for much longer. The tallest man in the room, the redhead from before, picked up Adrian and squashed him in a massive bear hug. Adrian melted in the man's touch, the warmth of the hug and the softness of his chest fluff melting any resistance he had left. It also popped his back, every joint in his back cracking at the redhead's strength. He felt the space between each vertebra grow shorter and shorter, his point of view rapidly expanding upward, until he was a little below eye level with the redhead. The man smirked and planted a big kiss on Adrian's lips.
"You're lucky ta have me help ya out!" The redhead chuckled. "You've got some good height buried within ya, but you need a real big boy to bring it out!"
The redhead turned Adrian around. Dazed and caught in a fog of lust, Adrian bumped into a pair of beefy men-- one Black, the other Arabic-- both with the biggest chests Adrian had ever seen in his entire life.
"Can't have an Icefall man with a flat chest, now can we?" The Black man said.
"No, we cannot." The Arabic man grinned as they both pounced on Adrian, and tore his shirt off. Suddenly, Adrian moaned as he felt mouths on his nipples for the first time in his life.
The pleasure was immense. He'd occasionally had girls play with his nipples while he pounded them, but this was something else. It was like his nipples were tiny cocks, and these two men were expert cocksuckers. The pleasure only intensified when he felt his chest burst with dark hair, then begin to fill up. The muscle came first, proud and strong, widening his frame considerably, but the fat made it feel all the better. Soft and bouncy, his pecs became strong man-boobs that jiggled with every step he'd ever take from now on. Sure, they were strong, but they were oh-so-soft and jiggly. For the first time, he wondered how a cock would feel in between his massive tits.
Then, the two men got off him, and started massaging his back. Adrian grit his teeth as his back swelled up. Lats expanded like wings, adding even more width onto his wide frame. His traps seized up and exploded with size, much like his neck, which had become as thick and as dense as a tree trunk. He touched his new muscles with wonder and awe, before the two men started to kiss his shoulders.
They swelled and rounded out into twin cannonballs, orbs of strength unlike anything he'd ever seen on a man before. The two men moved down to his arms and the muscle followed them: biceps and triceps and forearms, his arms seemed to bubble up before popping with bursts of power. Adrian flexed his arms in a double biceps pose, and he grinned. His new guns were more like missiles, twenty-three inches around each. His hands expanded as fat raced down his arms, obscuring his definition but only in favor of even more size. The two men hugged and ran their hands along his titanic arms, before smacking him on the gut before they left. The body hair ran up his arms and intensified on his gut like a forest fire, granting him a cuddly and warm appearance that anyone would love to get cozy inside.
Adrian barely had time to react before another man, a Native man with an enormously bouncy ass and thighs bigger than anyone else's in the bar pulled off his pants, revealing a jockstrap and a thick, weighty bulge. The Native man gave Adrian a tender kiss, before straddling his face with his massive thighs and enormous ass. Adrian moaned.
"Oh, you're going to love this next part." The Native man said, low and seductive.
He shook his ass on Adrian's face, and squeezed his head between his titan thighs, just tight enough to concentrate his bearish musk entirely on Adrian's face.
Adrian moaned into the man's giant bulge. He kicked his toned legs in pleasure, and noticed that his ass was a bit further up from the floor than usual. The Native man noticed this and gripped Adrian's ass tight, making the transforming man start sucking his musky bulge.
Adrian's ass exploded with size, bouncing him off the ground on his enormously round booty. Each cheek was the size of a football, strong and a bit boxy but still round and quite bouncy. The Native man pulsed his fingers into it, and Adrian moaned as it jiggled under his touch.
Then, his legs started to expand. Corded muscle swelled and raced down his legs like vines up a flagpole, then pulsed and swelled with power. They were massive pillars of strength, able to carry at least one of the other Icefall men on his back. Then, the fat came surging down, and gave the titanic pillars even more size and strength. Each one was now as wide as his whole body used to be. Adrian gave them an experimental kick, and was shocked by how well they responded. Far faster than he expected and much more powerful, he felt like he could take on a mountain lion and survive. The Native man stopped straddling his face with his burly physique, and let Adrian stand up.
He was a paragon of strength and masculinity, his clothes covering his body in scraps. He couldn't see past his massive chest, and could feel that his new size inhibited much of his movement. His cock and balls, however, were pitifully small.
"Let me take care of that," A beefy Korean man said to Adrian, the bulge between his legs thicker and longer than anyone's he'd seen before. The Korean man took Adrian's cock and balls in his mouth, and began to gently swirl them around.
Adrian gasped. It was like no blowjob he'd ever received.
Women really don't know how to please a man, he thought. Only men. Why didn't I think of this before?
Adrian's massive hands went to the Korean muscle bear's head, and began to thrust him against his small cock. He gyrated his hips, each thrust growing stronger and stronger. He knew the Korean man could take it, they were built the same after all. He knew he could.
A swelling in Adrian's balls alerted him that the growth would start soon, and he smiled. He felt his cum factories explode into overdrive, swelling from grapes to nectarines to baseballs in seconds. The Korean man moaned as Adrian's balls grew musky, like wood smoke and beer mixed together, the signature scent of Icefall men. The testosterone from his bigger balls pulsed through Adrian's system, flooding him with pure masculinity. His eyebrows fluffed up, his beard and body hair thickened further, and his hairline pulled back. His muscles gained a bit more size, making him bigger than most of the men around him, save those who transformed him. He felt wisdom pour into his head as his skin weathered and his eyes gained smile lines. He was twenty-seven, wasn't he? No, a big daddy bear like him could never be in his twenties. No, he was forty-one years old. Forty-one years spent in the cold of the Northwest Territories, felling trees and eating salmon among the massive Icefall men. Sure, he knew he had been a pencil-pushing twig of a man once, but that life felt like a distant memory to him.
With each new memory of his existence as an enormous daddy bear, he felt his cock expand. And with each inch it gained, a surge of dominance, but not sadism welled up within him.
"That's a good boy," He moaned in his deep daddy voice. "You're doing so well to please your daddy like that. Keep sucking, boy. Just like that."
The Korean man, despite being only four years younger than Adrian, submitted to his masculinity. Soon, he was choking on Adrian's thick Daddy cock, it having grown too big for him to take properly. Inch by inch, he let it out of his mouth, glistening with saliva. The Icefall men gasped as the Korean man revealed Adrian's apple-sized cockhead, and the incredibly thick eleven inches that protruded from hit. It was as thick as a beer can and swung as he walked, almost seeming to have its own gravity to it. All the eyes of the Icefall men were on its thick and veiny length, and many of them needed to submit to it. However, Ozzie needed to seal the deal first.
He had rummaged around in the back of the bar, revealing a red and black flannel shirt and a sharp iron axe. He presented them to Adrian.
"Well, the boys really did a bang up job on you, Adrian." He wolf whistled. "I'd want a piece of you, but I need to lock in the transformation first. All you need to do is take the flannel and axe, and swear that you'll always be an Icefall man."
"And live among all you sexy studs?" Adrian said in his deep daddy voice. "Of course." He donned the flannel like it was sacred, and took the axe in hand. "I swear it."
A door slammed shut in Adrian's mind, and a new one opened. It was like a blast of cold air rushed through his soul, extinguishing the fires of his old anger and clearing away all the things he desperately wanted to leave behind, sending them to his balls and turning them to thick, manly cum.
Adrian's body tensed and pleasure wracked him from head to toe as his monster cock shot out his old life like a rocket. The massive jet of cum spewed across the room, and directly into the redhead's mouth, who chugged it down like it was a milkshake.
"I feel... calmer." He said. "Like a new man."
"And what's that new man's name?" Ozzie said.
"I think I'd like to be Arnold..." Adrien spoke for the last time. "...But all of you can call me Arnie."
"Now, which of you beefcakes would like a taste of me first?"
Man, was this a fun write for my first time back on the block. Yeah, it's a long one, but I also think it's my best one to date. Hope you all like it!
