#twinknomore

[catton346]

Shower Surprise

The reality hit you like a car, fast and quick. Everything started to make sense, you knew exactly what was happening but it was too late to do anything about it.

You had always wondered what your boyfriend saw in you, all his exes were hairy men with big beards, thick pelts, and receding hairlines. They were stronger, tougher, more masculine than you. You were like your boyfriend, hairless, effeminate, a twink. A few months into your relationship he tired to get you to grow a beard, told you to stop using nair on your arms and back. You said youd only do it if he did the same but he would always respond "I dont want to look like an animal!" Eventually you gave in, did a no shave november as a birthday gift for him. You looked horrible, with only a light dusting on your upper lip to show for it at the end of the month... your boyfriend was expecting more. You tried to tune him out, he kept talking about supplements and testosterone treatments. There was something you could add to water, a pill you could take, a cream. You didnt want to hear it. You liked being a twink, you liked being a bottom, you didnt want to be like you boyfriends exes all dilfy and straight passing. They watched sports, treated your boyfriend like a house wife, and worked blue collar jobs. You wanted to stay in your field as a scientist, you wanted to have an equal partnership with your partner. Though there was a part of you, an animal part of you, that wanted to let go and devolve into the kind of man your boyfriend wanted you to be.

Today, on your day off, you decided to take a shower. Your boyfriend had already been up, cleaning the house or something. You stumbled to the shower, half awake and not thinking. You didnt stop to ask why your wet skin felt itchy and why your morning wood didnt get ofter with the water, in fact, it was getting harder and harder. You were planning on saving your load for your boyfriend but you couldnt help it. You needed it. You wrapped your hand around your cock and began stroking only a moment later realizing that it wasnt your think twinky hand stroking your cock but a thick bearish man's paw, covered in thick black hairs. You screamed in a deep manly voice, its not your own voice or at least it wasnt. Your boyfriend came in, half scared half excited. He looked at you as you rubbed your hands over your body, as you felt the hair growing in, the beard, the pelt, the growth. The reality hit you like a car, fast and quick. Everything started to make sense, you knew exactly what was happening but it was too late to do anything about it. You were becoming what he wanted, a bear of a man. Its starting with your body, the hair on your head beginning to fall out, the beard pushing out of your skin, the layer of fur, and then its going to be your mind. Your boyfriend must have snuck those supplements, the oils, into your shampoo or something. You look at him over your shoulder, if its true that he put the oils in your shampoo maybe theres still enough on you.

You grab him, pulling your fully clothed twink boyfriend into the shower with you. Hes panicking, "youre supposed to be the daddy not me!" Its too late, as your body gets bigger, hairier, older, so does his. He's crying as the oils, stuck in your thick pelt of fur, get all over him and begin to work their magic. You probably would have cried too, probably would have fought it, but by the time you realized what was happening your mind had already been changed. The old you was already gone and in its place was a mans man more interested in sports than in his appearance.

In the end there wasnt enough oil left to change your boyfriend completely but you made sure to get his face. He might look a few years younger than you and be less hairy but that beard makes up for it. You can imagine the old him screaming trapped inside his new jock brain. You boyfriend used to only care about makeup and boys, now all he cares about is beard care and gains. As for you? Youve settled into your new lifestyle as a daddy. Youre a sold man now, with a nice beard and good pelt of hair. Every night you and your boyfriend watch a football game to get you in the mood before you rail him like the good daddy you are.

[hairybreedsbest]

What a little good ex-twink, sending you a body pic from his college dorm room within one minute of you asking for it. You knew from his clean-shaven face what was going on. Though he isn’t consciously aware of his sperm-induced development and masculinization over the past week, his subconscious is. He is probably shaving 3 times a day, wearing long sleeves everywhere to cover up his newly hairy arms, and going fully dressed into the bathroom to shower so no one sees his fur covered body. Some of his friends have probably noticed the new dark hair on the back of his hands, but may not have said anything yet. You couldn’t help but wonder, with that explosion of thick fur all over his chest and stomach, what his butt must look like. Time to take it to the next level. “Hmm, still a hairless twink. Let’s try again. 10pm my place.” He liked your message instantly. The next load would make it impossible to hide his development. His beard will come in so quickly and so thick, he won’t be able to keep up with shaving it. His chest hair will no longer stay hidden beneath his shirt collar as it grows up to merge with the hair on his neck. And while the front of him is just about as hairy as it gets, his shoulders and back will be ruthlessly assaulted by your DNA. After tonight, only the top of his face and the palms of his hands and feet would be spared from the the hair growth running rampant all over the rest of his body.

[catton346]

Get Acculturated

Youre in the wrong place boy, its bear night but judging by your hairless twinky body you didnt know that, did you? Not to worry, he blows smoke in your face, we'll get you fixed up. Fixed up how? You know, help you blend in and get acculturated. Whats that, you dont smoke? Dont worry kid, you will. Here put on this cap, itll look good on you. Oh you dont like beards either? Well thats funny because youre rocking one now. Dont believe me? Look at yourself. He takes off your shirt, rubbing his hands through your fatteneing chest and growing chest hair. Getting hairy too. Bet you want a cigar dont ya, you always were a heavy smoker Daddy. What do you mean you dont smoke and youre not my daddy? Weve been dating for years, youre the one who got me to grow out my mustache too look like yours Daddy. Here, take a hit. If you really arent my daddy, if you really arent a smoker, youll be able to stop after one hit. See! I told you youd get acculturated and remember who you are.

[hairybreedsbest]

You were deep inside your latest twink conquest, getting into a good rhythm, when he asked you to pull out. “Something feels weird, there’s a tingly feeling inside of me.” You smirked as you looked down at his body. You hadn’t cum in two weeks, and the potency of the built up load was apparent. His smooth body was already caving in to the traces of transformative semen in your precum. The hair on his butt and legs had come in moments after your first entered him. Now his hands and arms were developing as your DNA flowed through his bloodstream. Your cock twitched and your balls churned as you imagined what would happen to him once you give him a full dose of your built up load. The hair on his legs and arms would get thicker and longer, his smooth back would be gone in no time. Every inch of his body that could grow hair would be covered in a thick, dark pelt, while his hairline would start receding in response to the extreme testosterone level changing his body. “I think you just like having a hairy older man mount you with his big dick.” He laughed, “Yeah, but no older man made my butt feel like this before.” You lined up your cock with his newly hairy, twitching hole. You wrapped your powerful, hairy arm around his stomach, pleased to feel a thick happy trail running along his torso. You pushed in, his tight, warm hole welcoming you inside. As you pummeled him with your cock, you whispered in his ear, “My cock changes twinks like you into real men.” But he was too lost in ecstasy to register what you had said. Moments later you pushed all the way in, balls deep, your hairy sweaty chest covering his entire back, grunted loudly, and flooded him with shot after shot of sperm. After a full minute of ejaculating, your balls were finally empty. You couldn’t wait for morning to come to see what had become of this former twink.

[hairybreedsbest]

This arrogant bro twink had been causing trouble at your gym. He was loud, arrogant, rude, strutting around like he owned the place for weeks now since he joined, and of particular concern, he seemed to focus his aggression on anyone he perceived as gay. Something had to be done. One evening you decide to launch your attack. He had gone into the locker room, and you followed a few minutes later. He was taking a video of himself in the mirror, telling his girlfriend that he’s getting so jacked he might have to leave her for a prettier, sexier woman. “Nice biceps, man,” you said in your deep, low voice. He turned around, aggression in full force, “what are you looking at, old man?” You didn’t flinch, it was completely expected. “You should respect your elders, especially those who are stronger, more powerful, and more masculine.” He didn’t like that one bit. “What are you talking about, old man, I’m ten times the man you are.” You took your shirt and shorts off, leaving only your jockstrap with a very prominent bulge on. His eyes flicked over your muscular, extremely hairy body, and your enormous bulge. “What… you… fuck…” He was faltering, and that was all it took. You looked him in the eyes and started speaking slowly, your deep rumbling voice going into his head and taking control of his mind. After 5 minutes, you stopped. “Why don’t we head to the steam room together?” He still had a blank stare, but was able to reply, “sounds like fun.” Thirty minutes you later emerged from the steam room, exhausted but invigorated from the triple breeding you delivered to his tight, virgin butt. He came out of the steam room after you. You could already see the effects. “Apologies for interrupting you earlier, why don’t you continue videoing yourself in the mirror?” He walked over slowly and resumed. The hair was growing even over the course of him making his short video. “Send it to your girlfriend,” you commanded. He did, and a few seconds later his phone was exploding with texts and phone calls. “You.re a gay, bald, hairy, hungry, bottom now who wants raw cum all the time, aren’t you?” He nodded. “Don’t you feel so much better?” He smiled, heading back to the steam room, waiting for you or someone else to give him what he desperately craves. 

[catton346]

What's Up with You?

Yo! New guy across the way! Yeah, you prep! You with the button up, tie, and brief case. Why don't you come smoke with me? What? You don't smoke. Of course you do. We've been smoking for years together. What do you man we just met? Come on dude we've been bros since birth and we've been smoking together almost as long. Yeah there we go, now you're remembering. Yeah man take off your shirt, make yourself comfy, it's only us guys out there. Here dude, light up. You're not new to this! We've been smoking since, what, 14? Yeah man we found them in you old man's room. What's gotten into you? Yeah man I bet your face itches, you've got that big beard. What do you mean you're clean shaven? Since when? You were the first guy our age to grow a beard and I've never seen you let anyone forget it. You inspired me man to grow mine out. Here bro put on your cap, maybe thatll get you in the right headspace. How's the new ink healing up? What's up with you, the new ink! The one on your pec. Yeah man that one. This is like your tenth time getting a tattoo. Feeling good night? It's all feeling really good right? Na na don't worry about going back across the street we live together now, we've been married for a couple years bro, since we graduated high school. We work together on the farm. Come on man. There you go now you're remembering.

[hairybreedsbest]

After spending two fulls days at your cabin seducing and repeatedly breeding your latest twink, you finally took a short break to let his gaped, cum-leaking hole recover. As expected, the overdose of your transformative sperm caused him to change faster than your usual one night twink conversion. While your balls churned getting the next load ready, you decided to have a little fun and mess with him. “So what do guys like most about you?” He bit his lip in thought, and replied “I guess they love my smooth twink bod!” You smirked. “I bet they did,” the use of the past tense going unnoticed by the ex-twink. “Maybe some day you will become a hairy man like me,” you said as he nuzzled his head in your crotch, your horse cock starting to swell again, streaking pre-cum along his new beard. “Based on how my dad and older brothers look, I’m pretty sure I’ll have this skinny, smooth body forever,” he replied. You ran your fingers through the newly developed, thick, black hair on his chest and stomach. “That feels so good,” he moaned, unaware that what was adding to the sensation was the fur coating his body. He had no idea that the only place left on his body that wasn’t covered in hair was his cheekbones, his forehead, and the palms of his hands and feet. And now that you thought about it, maybe it was time to give him another load, so his beard would extend up to his cheekbones. You couldn’t wait to see him at the gym next week, parading around in skimpy clothes acting like the same slutty twink, while everyone whispers and stares, wondering what happened. 

[catton346]

Peyton

fanfic for Occamstfs "Model's New Mustache" Peyton had made a career out of his twinkiness. He had cornered the market on gay men (and closet cases) who enjoyed watching his lithe body get fucked from behind by larger, hairy, masculine men. Despite being in his mid-twenties he played much younger, something he wasn't very proud of. His small, lithe, hairless body locked him into this role. He didnt, or tried not to, imagine how things would be different if he wasnt so small.

The sex had always been work, just work. He wasnt really a horny guy. Sure he knew how to stretch his ass, sure he knew how to make it feel good, but the moans were for the camera, for the twitter page, and not for himself. He didnt jack off at all, even before he got into this line of work. He started as a model which quickly became an a number of accounts on websites where people could subscribe to NSFW videos of him doing anything they requested. Even if he wasnt really that horny his body responded to the stroking and fucking so he always put on a good show.

The ad bothered him for some reason. He had just finished a long day of making video after video with his cast of daddies and bears. It was late, he was tired, and he couldn't stop thinking about the career he built for himself. He wasnt envious of them, the tops he works with, just bored of his role. He wanted, if not just for a little bit, to be like them. Why couldn't he be on top? He clicked the like. Yeah sure it might give him a virus but he was due for a computer upgrade anyway. Peyton is prompted with a white page and an empty text box. In gray letters the box says: "a masculine man you envy." Peyton types in the name of one of the daddies from earlier, a muscle bear with a nice dad-stache named Zack.

He overslept his alarm the next day. Zack was supposed to come over for an early morning shoot. Peyton's phone was exploding with dms and calls from Zack. Groggy and half awake Peyton sent Zack an audio message without looking at the messages Zack had send before. "Sorry, overslept. Come over whenever. Just getting a quick shower." Did his voice sound different? Maybe because his throat was dry or he wasn't fully awake? Peyton jumped out of bed only to find his cock hard as a rock. He never had morning wood! It was so thick and hard, throbbing like it never throbbed before. Was it longer? Must be! Peyton had the urge, for the first time, to jack off. But he had a shoot! But he had to be ready for Zack! But, he thought, if he's going to bottom there's no reason not to. He pulled the cock out of his pants, thick and dripping with pre. It stood at attention like it never had before, taller, thicker, harder, needier. He grunted and moaned like he never had before. Maybe he was getting sick or something? His voice sounded so deep. He didn't care really. It felt so good to rub his cock. As one hand grabbed his throbbing member another danced across his chest. The fear and anxiety that should have taken him, as he felt a forest of hairs grow across his chest, was replaced with an unending horniness. He should stop, he knew he should have stopped, but it felt so good to jack off to the feeling of hair growing all over his body. He exploded onto himself, feeling cum land across his chest and face. As he wiped it off he felt stubble, that's a first for him. He went to the bathroom to was it off and to take his much needed shower. He looked at himself in the mirror, his body covered in new hair growth everywhere except on the top of his head. In contrast to the stubble, the pelt of chest hair, and the thick hair on his arms, the hair on his head seems to have gotten shorter. Where he once had messy medium length golden hair he now had short brown hair that sat on his head like needles. Peyton jumped in the shower, his phone was still blowing up from Zack's texts. He didnt want to keep Zack waiting. There was a part of him that worried about his new look ruining his shoot today but his cock, his horniness, took over again. Peyton got off twice in the shower, feeling the wet hairs on his upper lip form into a thick mustache just like Zack's. It felt good, it felt masculine, it felt right. Each time he came some of Peyton's Pey's intelligence got lost. His brain was drowning in testosterone and horny thoughts about twinks. His cock hang half hard and thick, ready to fuck. Its a need now. The need to plow twinks and bears and daddies and otters. He's gotta spread the love.

So when Zack finally shows up, Pey has to fight every urge not to pull him inside and fuck him against the wall. It seems like Zack too has had a change. The once large, hairy, masculine man is now just a hairless lithe twink the way Pey used to be.

"I," Zack says, "came over to tell you I cant do the shoot today. Something happened and I..." Zack looks Pey up and down, "it looks like you get it though." Zack's dick, smaller now, twitches in his pants. Pey sees it and smiles. Without a word Pey pulls Zack inside. He doesn't even turn on the camera just throws Zack on the bed and goes to town. Pey cant help but breed Zack, again and again. Pey fills the smaller man's ass, his mouth, they even frott with Pey thrusting intensely against Zack's smaller cock. Pey cums five times and still his cock is needy for more and more and more. Zack finally gets the camera on for round six and the fans love the new Peyton.