It only took 5 beers before your straight friend showed you his cock. Your plan had worked, you knew he was curious, but didn't dare to do anything about it. When you invited him tonight, you filled the fridge and brought him beer after beer to get him drunk enough so he wouldn't care.
Now, you see his cock for the first time and you don't waste a second before approaching it and taking it in the mouth. You made sure he had a full beer to enjoy while you took care of him, who knows? Maybe he'll be willing to do more if he keeps drinking...
After a marriage of 20 years, it was really hard to get back into the dating pool. Every girl you talked to ghosted you, either when they learned that you had 2 children or when they learned that you still lived with your ex-wife while finalizing the divorce. You didn't even want anything serious, you were mostly looking for a friend with whom you could talk as well as bang it out from time to time, but no girl was interested in that.
It was your wife's turn to take care of the children, so you went out to catch up with a friend. He was such a good listener, he let you speak all about the divorce and your relationship struggles. You laughed saying that if he was a girl, he'd be the perfect woman for you. You even jokingly added that maybe you should look for guys, since it's always easier to connect with them.
However, your friend saw the opportunity and said : "Why not?" A thought crossed your mind : you have a strong muscled man offering his ass to you and you slowly slide your dick in, and it feels as good as your ex-wife's pussy. Your friend, seeing how you're considering it, says : "Come on, let's go to a gay bar for a drink, and if you feel uncomfortable, we can get home whenever you want!"
Curious, you follow him. There, the doorman stops your way saying straight men are not welcome. Your friend has to say you're with him for the doorman to reluctantly let you in. The place is packed, and the music is blasting at ear-piercing levels. Immediately, someone grabs your friend and they disappear in the crowd. Alone, you make your way to the bar, which is the quietest zone of the place.
After ordering a glass, you look around and see all those young guys grinding against each other. That was clearly not what you wanted to do, you contemplate the idea of downing your glass and getting home, leaving your friend in this jungle of men.
"I can't remember how long since I saw a straight man at this bar!" The voice was coming from beside you. An older man was looking at you. He was certainly clashing with the rest of the crowd : he was old enough to be your father and was dressed classy, with creased pants, a buttoned shirt and a watch that looked expensive.
Looking like the only normal man in the place, you start talking to him. The conversation turned out to be great : he listened to your divorce and relationship problems, and he told you he also had a wife and kids before coming out. Speaking with that man has the effect of totally clearing your mind. You feel like you haven't felt this good for years. You really were absorbed in this conversation that you weren't able to see time passing.
Suddenly, the lights open, signifying the bar is closing. You look around and the dancefloor is almost empty, and you see the pile of empty glasses in front of you that you drank along the hours.
The man stood up and put on his coat, and asked if you wanted to follow him. You felt like he was a good friend and agreed without thinking. In no time, you were both in front of an apartment that he unlocked and let you in. He entered behind you and gently put his hand on your back to move you forward. This simple contact sent shocks across your body : it must have been months since your last human contact!
As if he felt the tension in your body, he tells you to relax and moves his hand upwards to start massaging your shoulders through your shirt. It felt really great to have his hands undoing the knots from your upper back, he was certainly very experienced in massages.
While kneading your shoulders, he asks if you want to go to his room for a more complete massage with oils. Having your guard totally down, you accept, forgetting that you're at a gay man's place.
He asks you to take off your shirt and pants, and to lay down on your stomach. He climbs on the bed beside you while working your back with his expert hands. After a while, you feel him getting lower and lower on your back, until your underwear blocks him. However, it's not a problem since he slides them down to knead your glutes.
Your body has never felt so relaxed.
Slowly, you feel him laying over you. His chest hair tickles your back as you feel his warmth like a weighted blanket being laid over you. When did he lose his shirt? In that position, he whispers to your ear : "I have a service to ask you..." You remember how your conversation earlier made you feel mentally great and how his hands made your body feel great, and you are ready to accept anything he asks you as you feel like you owe him so much.
He whispers : "Please let me take care your ass" and a soft "Yes" comes out of you and seals your fate.
He slowly gets up and puts his hands on your hips. He pulls towards him, lifting your ass at the height of his own hips. Then, you feel it. A warm blob of meat pokes right at your asshole. It's hard and oily. In your relaxed state, you offer no resistance at all : in a small push, it penetrates inside you.
The dick slides inside you slowly. The man is taking his time, enjoying himself. Once fully in, he sighs in satisfaction. Just then, you realize you have let a man put his dick inside you and you start to regret it. Your body tenses up and you want to leave, but he's got you pinned down, literally.
Sensing your ass around his dick tightening, the Man reassures you that it's gonna be alright, and he puts his hands on your back to massage you until you calm down. His strategy works as you close your eyes and feel the panic leaving you.
He then starts moving his hips back and forth, while still kneading your back. You wouldn't admit it, but it was starting to feel so good to be taken care of. The dick going back and forth was giving you warmth all over your body and you couldn't stop yourself from moaning.
From your experience with your ex-wife, you thought the moanings were a cutesy little way of cheering the man, even though it didn't feel real. However, right now, that's far from cute : the involuntary guttural sounds coming out of your mouth were terrifying. You didn't even know you could produce sounds so deep, but you couldn't stop them coming out at the same rhythm the man was fucking you.
Still, the effect is the same, as your sounds stimulate the man to go faster until he's joining his moans to yours. He pulls your hips against his, locking his dick deep inside you, then you feel it pulsating inside you. He came inside you.
As he comes out and thanks you, you realize how spent you are. Sex has never worn you out as much before. You roll on your back, revealing a pool of your cum that was under you, and you try to catch your breath. The old man, now as sweaty as you are, lay beside you.
He asks you if you want to spend the night here, so he could fuck you again in the morning, and it's the easiest yes that you ever said.
He turns you sideways and puts his arms around you to spoon you. You feel protected by him and you're proud to have his load inside you. Is this what pure bliss feels like?
"Okay bud, get the condom out and roll it a little bit with your fingers so you know which side goes on first," Dad said as he held his hard dick straight up.
I did what he said and opened it from the corner and felt the lightly lubed latex on my fingers. I dropped the empty packet on the floor, I was a bit nervous and excited about this whole experience.
Not wanting to assume anything I extended my arm, trying to hand it to Dad so he could show me how to roll it on.
"It's okay, you could do it," he said casually, as if I wasn't going to have to touch his cock to do it. "Place it on the tip and then use your fingers to push and roll it down on me."
"Okay," I replied softly, not wanting to sound too eager that I was going to touch him.
I scooted my chair so that I was sitting with one of my legs between his. Reaching over I put the condom on the tip of his dick, he throbbed and moved a bit as I touched him.
He was so big, I had seen it soft plenty of times but never like this. He kept his cock straight up as I used my fingers to move the condom down over him. He looked up at me a couple times and then right back down at himself. I put my cupped hand over the tip of his dick and push down, feeling my father's cock in my grip.
"Perfect, keep rolling it down like that with your hand," he coached me.
I felt him pulse in my hand, I was making him feel good by my touch, and there was no way around it.
"How far down?" I asked as it was 75% down his length.
"To the base, keep using your grip, stroke it downward... Yeah, just like that," he said with a strange tone in his voice. "Remember when you are putting it on you have to stay hard, otherwise it won't go on."
"Oh, I'm always hard," I joked.
Dad laughed, "I guess it's a given, you wouldn't need one if you weren't," he replied.
I had got it down to the base but I kept 'trying' to get it on farther. I kept stroking his dick through the condom and feeling his thick meat in my hand.
Okay, pull it off and do another, Dad instructed me.
I grabbed the base of his cock with my bare hand and pulled off the condom with my other, holding on to him without anything between us this time. He didn't stop me as I held on and reached over to grab a new one.
"Here I can open it for you," he said, stopping me from using my teeth.
As he began opened the condom as I held his dick for him, it was so surreal, casual, no big deal. He made me feel comfortable and I decided to start stroking him.
"I'm keeping you hard," I said, giving myself an excuse.
"Oh okay," he chuckled and dropped the package on the floor and handed me the new condom. "Here you go," he said. "I want you to be safe, I don't need any grandkids until you're ready, okay?" He told me.
"Sure," I replied with a smirk.
I doubted that it would be much of a problem for me but I think he knew that, he had caught me plenty of times looking at gay porn on the living room computer when he came home from work early.
I pushed the condom down his cock and stroked him as I did, I held on to his balls this time and squeezed them slightly as I was basically jerking him off trying to get these condoms on. He was throbbing in my fist and taking deep long breaths.
"Perfect," he said as I got it to the base again.
"Dad?" I squeaked out. "We don't have to waste this one, do we?" I asked, nervous about what he would say.
"No, I guess not," he replied.
I could see it in his face, he knew exactly what I meant and he wanted it. I stood up and dropped my shorts and stepped out of them. It all happened so fast, I was climbing on his legs as he gripped my ass and helped stabilize me. He was sat back as I reached back and pointed his cock towards my hole.
"I'm pretty big, go slow," he told me as I felt the tip of his cock touching my ass.
"Okay," I replied, relaxing my butt muscle to allow him in.
"Oh jesus," Dad moaned as I felt the tip penetrate me. "You're tight."
"You're bigger than I've taken," I told him, being honest.
"Others?" He asked, as I slid down his cock.
I felt him stretching me out like I had never been stretched before. My own father was inside of me and it felt amazing.
"Josh and Mike," I told him, they were my two best friends, straight but we had messed around.
"Okay, well now I know why you guys stay in the basement together," he laughed as he put his head on my stomach and I landed firmly on his lap. "You need to use protection, even with your buddies," Dad told me.
"Okay," I agreed, as I shifted on him, feeling him deeper than anyone had been.
I picked my body up and sat back down on my father. I felt so good and he moaned as we began fucking in the kitchen. My dick had started dripping on his shirt so he lifted it up, exposing his stomach and hairy chest. I felt him trusting upward into me as I bounced on top of him.
"Up," he said and I stood over him, legs weak. "I'm taking the condom off, that okay?" He asked, I nodded yes.
He pulled it off and threw it on the floor. "We don't have to wear one?" I asked, a bit cocky.
"Not if we wear them with others," he replied and smiled, knowing he was being hypocritical.
I sat back down and felt Dad's raw cock sliding back in, fuck, nothing between me and my father. Just his thick cock deep in my hole. He was probably leaking and it made me leak even more.
"You feeling good?" He asked as I did most the work, fucking myself on him.
"Oh yeah, your cock feels amazing," I said as I continued my movements, copulating with my own family member. "How's my ass?" I asked him back.
"Great," he growled. "This isn't supposed to be happening, but I'd be lying if I hadn't thought about it."
"Me too, if I'm honest," I replied. "You think Mom will be mad?" I asked him.
"No, she told me to do what it took to make sure you don't give her grandkids yet, I think this counts," Dad said. "We play with others, she'll be fine."
He grabbed my hips and started lifting me up and dropping me down on his lap. The way his cock was pushing on my prostate was driving me crazy. The idea that my own father and I were having sex was turning me on like crazy. I leaned in and gave him a kiss on his lips expecting him to pull away, but I couldn't help myself. He didn't, he kissed me back. I could feel his thick beard on my face as we made out and bonded in a new, different way we had ever.
"You keep kissing me like that and you're going to make me come inside of you," dad said in the middle of our make out session and fucking.
"In me?" I said, heart racing.
"There's no condom on, where else will it go?" He asked. "That okay?"
I nodded yes and kept bouncing. I wanted my Dad's cum inside of me so bad, but I didn't want to let him know just how much. So I leaned in and began kissing him again. Sex with Josh and Mike was nothing like this, this was so much deeper, raw, sexually charged. With them it was fun and good, but with Dad it felt passionate and deeper.
Dad began breathing harder so I leaned back and began to start picking and sitting down harder than I had been. Looking at him as we did this blew my mind. I couldn't wait till he blew his load inside of me, just like he did to Mom when he made me.
"Here I go," he said as our bodies slammed together. "Oh shit!" He moaned.
"Oh damn, Dad!" I cried out, lustful and out of it. "Cum in me!" I told him what I wanted.
My cock shot off, coating him in my load as I felt his cock throbbing inside of me, filling me up with his familial cum. My own father went from teaching me to use condoms to putting his raw dick in me. Nothing could have prepared me for this whirlwind of a Sunday afternoon.
He pushed me down on top of him, and I leaned in and began kissing him again. His cock was firmly inside of me, depositing every bit of his sperm as deep as his he could. I felt his tongue dancing with mine as I rested and caught my breath.
"That's going to happen again, right?" I asked, trying not to sound too eager.
"Of course, I hope so," he said smirking, looking drained and relaxed under me.
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Hey baby, I hope you don't mind, I brought a couple of my swimming team bros home with me. Their girlfriends won't let them cum inside at all, but I said you would. They're desperate to bust a nut so why don't you come over here and ride each of us until we flood your guts with our virile seed? I know how much you like being pregnant so you don't mind which of us actually knocks you up do you? 🥰
My Aunt’s latest boyfriend. An ex-con but I’m not sure what he was in for. He smoked a lot, drank a lot, swore a lot and seemed to always be horny. My Aunt even bragged how he kept her flat on her back 3-4 nights a week. It wasn’t until the 3rd night of our family vacation that I heard the door open to my room around midnight. I couldn’t really see who it was but I had a feeling it was Rick and I was right. He approached me pretty aggressively and said “Suck my dick” in way that I knew he wasn’t really asking, he was telling me what he wanted. It seems Rick had grown to like using other guys’ mouths to get off and he hadn’t found a guy to suck him off since he got out until he met me. It took him a couple of days to get comfortable with the idea of mouth-fucking his girlfriend’s nephew but once he did he was not at all shy about it.
Since my Dad wasn’t in the picture, my uncle was always trying to help me “man up” as he would say. Sonetimes it was hard work around his farm or rough sports with my cousins. They said the best way to make me a man was for them to give me a taste of what makes them so masculine...although sometimes it was much more like a mouthful than a taste. So we'd spend most nights in the dirty basement, me on my knees taking each one of them, each one getting increasingly more aggressive. My cousins are learning but none of them are nearly as aggressive...or as hung...as their dad.
I didn't think Dad would actually do it. He had told me that he was horny and when I offered to help him I was only half joking so he didn't think I was a freak.
"Oh shit," I said sitting on the couch in his office.
We lived alone together so it wasn't a problem getting caught, just the possible guilt after the deed I guess.
"You said you wanted to see it," he laughed a bit nervously.
"I did, I mean I do," I said looking at his cock.
I didn't dare look up yet, I was too scared. For now it was just a cock, a nice cock, that's all. It wasn't Dads, it was just there, I tried to convince myself.
Without thinking I reached out and took hold of it and started stroking him. Shit, I was too horny to change my mind or think any differently.
"Oh," Dad said under his breath.
I couldn't help but to look up at him when I heard him. He had a face I had never seen on him, he was in the same boat I was horny and couldn't think. We connected eyes and he blushed and smiled, I did the same.
"It's big," I said jerking him off, my heart beating fast.
"You like it?" He asked me.
I nodded yes and opened my mouth and looked up at him and let him make the next move. He pointed it towards me and put it in my mouth. I closed and felt the feel and taste of my own father for the first time as he let out a sigh.
"Jesus, Matt," he said as I began to suck. "This is crazy."
I agreed but my mouth was full to properly respond. Instead I began to suck my Dad and gave into the fact that this was happening and it was going to be okay.
I sucked and bobbed all over him, going hard and fast as I couldn't help myself. I needed cock and it didn't matter who's it was.
"Matt, I'm not going to last..." was all I heard before a flood of cum filled my mouth and I naturally gulped down. "Oh god!" Dad moaned.
It fucking tasted amazing, sweet and salty, just the way I liked. I moved my hand up and down as I milked him for all he had, a truly big load that was exactly what I wanted.
It ran down my chin as I kept going until he got too sensitive to keep going.
"Crap," I said as I pulled off and took deep breaths.
"You good?" Dad asked, concerned with what we had done.
"I'm great," I said, and grabbed his cock again and licked and played with it some more. "This happening is perfect, for both of us," I told him. "You okay?"
He smiled big, and nodded yes. "As long as you are, so am I."
He laid in his bed, stroking his dick as he looked out his window. Finally, his wife and kids were gone and he had a great view! The frat house next door never had any curtain on their window, and they were always walking around naked. Hell, there was a lot more homo sex than he’d ever imagined.
They did it right in front of the window too! Their gorgeously sculpted bodies and their massive docks being pleasured by the new pledges. All in clear view of his window? If he didn’t know anybody, he’d have thought they wanted to be seen.
Your only desirez should be getting as big as possible, dont worry how bad you reek, dont worry about the protein bar wrapper stuck to your ass, or the stains on your shirt.
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The flashing text burns into your retinas: Ruin Yourself.
You try to look away from the screen, but a sudden, heavy heat pools in your gut, melting your frantic resistance into pure, helpless arousal. The seams of your grey sweatpants groan loudly as thick, dense slabs of muscle rapidly pack onto your thighs. A pungent wave of raw, unwashed jock musk hits the back of your throat; a thick, intoxicating cloud of stale sweat, heavy pheromones, and sour testosterone blooming directly from your expanding pores.
You gasp, horrified by how deeply your own sudden stench turns you on. Your fingers grow too meaty and clumsy to hold your phone, knocking a half-eaten protein bar onto the couch. As your massive, heavy glutes spread across the cushions, you feel the sticky foil wrapper plaster itself firmly against your sweaty, expanding ass.
Don't worry how bad you reek, the hypnotic programming drones in your emptying head.
You look down, watching your swelling pecs stretch a dark, greasy stain across your straining shirt. The panic fully evaporates, replaced by a mindless, throbbing need to just get bigger. Your traps rise to swallow your neck, and your jaw goes slack as a deep, rumbling belch erupts from your throat, leaving the sour taste of cheap whey and laziness on your tongue.
You don't even bother to cover your mouth. You just sit there, marinating in your own rank heat, stroking your swelling pecs, a perfectly ruined, brainless muscle slob.
"So, you're the guy, our sister was talking about...", Adam (the one with the buzz cut hair) spoke, after Jessy introduced us to each other and rushed inside of the house.
"You're smaller than I expected," Alex (the one with the longer hair) noted, while scanning me with his eyes.
I had been a bit over average with my height of 5'11" and Jessy was around the same height, maybe an inch shorter. But compared to her brothers I felt like a hobbit. They were both close to 7 ft, towering more than a head over me. And if that wasn't enough, they were also very muscular — their arms reaching probably 20 inches.
Adam stepped closer to me and grabbed my arm — his hand almost wrapping it completely, "Do you work out?"
"Hm,,, I go to gym sometime..."
"Definitely not enough," Adam added with a light smirk. "Let's go inside and you can tell us more about yourself".
The brothers escorted me into the house and led to the billiard room, where they sat on the big leather couch with a glass of whiskey each. They also handed me a glass and let me take a seat in an armchair in front of them like I was doing some interview. Then they kept asking me about my life and work to get to know me better. After some time they became more relax and friendly but the feeling of their superiority didn't disappear.
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I could feel my body relax as I walked out of my last exam. The weight of university had suddenly lifted from shoulders and the burden of corporate life hadn't yet set in. It felt amazing.
Under the refreshing spring sun, I started walking home. I pulled out my phone, planning on listening to some music like I normally did, but something caught my attention. A notification from tumblr.
"Hey man, you should try this podcast, it really changed my life."
It was a message from an anonymous user with a link embedded. Normally I would be a bit more careful, but I was in a good mood so I clicked on it.
It brought me right to a podcast on Spotify, making it easy to start it up and continue my walk.
The podcast began with the buttery smooth voice of a man, maybe around 30. Something about his voice brought me comfort, like there was something hollow in my life that he filled.
I raised my head and puffed out my chest as I walked, now filled with a strange self confidence that had never felt before. But then, my stomach sank as the charming podcaster began to devolve into weird manosphere shit. I clocked out as soon as he began ranting about what makes a real man.
I reached for my phone to turn off the podcast, but I couldn't. I tried again and again, but it was like my body wasn't responding to my brain.
"Now that I've got you." The podcaster said, "let me tell you what makes a real man."
My mind panicked as my body continued walking like nothing was going on.
"Real men are protectors, they build their bodies like fortresses." The man said.
Almost immediately when those words entered my head, I could feel my body change. My shirt tightened as my chest rose into two meaty pecs and my biceps grew until my sleeves were on the verge of ripping. My legs quickly followed suit, making my legs look like any other gym bros.
What do you mean gym bro, I thought. I never go to the gym.
"Do you feel strong now?" The man asked.
"Yes." I heard my voice speak.
No! I mean yes, I do feel strong, but I don't want this!
"Good." The man continued. "But muscle isn't enough to make you big and strong. A real man needs to have his presence be known wherever he goes. A man should take up a lot of space in any room that he's in."
I could feel my perspective shifting higher as my height increased significantly, I must have been at least 6"4. My shirt looked more like a crop top, allowing the breeze to brush against my bare stomach.
Then my stomach sank, it felt like the sun was boiling inside me. I wanted to scream but my body didn't react, it just kept walking. But all of the pain was quickly released as my stomach surged outward, swelling with soft fat until it sagged over my waistband. My waist softened into thick love handles that also spilled over my waistband, giving my body a much wider look.
That was only the beginning, though. My strong pecs became buried in soft fat, growing thick enough to finally rip through my shirt. And the muscle definition in my arms and back disappeared under a thin layer of fat. My legs similarly thickened up, and my body seemed to subconsciously adjust by spreading my legs out as I walked, preventing my thighs from rubbing together. And finally, my ass expanded into two juicy globes that threatened to rip through my tight shorts.
The transformation had completely taken my attention, I had almost forgotten that the podcaster was still talking.
"Now we can't forget what truly makes a man, masculinity. Real men are mature testosterone filled machines, they're sweat covered hairy beasts and they're proud of it."
"Fuck yeah!" My voice shouted in a deep, mature voice.
Stop saying that, I don't mean that. You know I don't mean that, right?
My body quickly became engulfed in an intense itchiness as thick hairs began to sprout all over my skin. You'd be hard pressed to find a spot on my body that didn't have hair, though it was especially thick around my belly, chest, and arms. Also, my clean shaven face soon became covered in a thick black beard.
And just when I thought the changes were over, I felt a pain emerge in my knees, then in my back.
Am I, getting older?
I felt my facial features start to weather and age, though I couldn't quite tell how much I had aged. I felt the sun beating down on my head as my hairline receded slightly. At the same time, patches of hair on my chest and my beard began to go gray, leaving it salt and pepper.
My hand moved up to my belly, moving my thick man hands through the sweat drenched hair on my belly. The feeling felt so foreign to me, I didn't have a belly, let alone a hairy one.
"Fuck..." I moaned as I felt up my growing body.
No! No this is too far.
"How do you feel, big guy?" The podcaster asked, as if he was talking specifically to me.
"God, this feels great." I responded in a gruff voice.
It does feel good, but I hate it.
"Good man. Now, we can't have a man with pasty white skin. A solid tan shows you're a strong working man, and some tattoos always make you look tougher."
The sun felt like it was burning my skin as it took on a more golden colour, though my chest and shoulders turned bright red.
Without me thinking, my hand reached into my backpack to grab a baseball cap. I threw it on to protect my balding head from the intense sun.
The burning on my skin progressed past a normal burn as tattoos began to appear on my chest, arms and neck. I could feel a sense of pride in the tattoos despite the fact that I would never get tattoos like these.
"Now you're becoming a real man," the podcaster continued, "but there's something you're missing. Any real man needs a package that suits his imposing manly body. The kind of dick that can make any woman, or man if that's what you're into, see god when you fuck' em."
The bulge in my tight shorts started to grow as my dick snaked down the side of my leg, nearly peaking through the bottom of my shorts. It grew to a massive 9 inches, creating an obvious bulge in my skin tight shorts. I wanted so badly to cover up, to not be seen like this in public, but my body still wouldn't listen to me. I just kept walking along with a cocky smirk, extremely proud that any passerby would have no choice but to notice my package.
"Now to wrap up this episode, let's deal with that mind of yours." He said.
Wait what!?
"A real man shouldn't have to think that hard. Who needs a university degree when you've got big muscles like that."
No, please, just let me go!
"You love being a dumb jock that let himself go after his days on the highschool football team."
I wasn't on the football team, was I? And I didn't let myself go!
"You love being a rich dad who does nothing but fuck and relax around with mansion."
I have a mansion? Right, I do have a mansion. And you're right, I love fucking.
"Good man. Now make sure to share this with someone that needs to be reminded of what a real man is."
The podcast cut off at the perfect time as I arrived home. Something felt off as I stared at the lavish mansion in front of me, but the feeling quickly faded. As soon as I got inside, it took off the tiny shorts I was wearing. Normally I would just go for a swim naked, but my stupid neighbour complained, so now I have to wear swim shorts.
That's when a great idea popped into my head. As I walked to my backyard, I pulled out my phone and sent the podcast over to my neighbour. A real man wouldn't judge another man for wanting to be naked in his own backyard.
With that out of the way, I stepped out into my massive yard and jumped into my in ground pool.
The time flew as I was floating around the pool, I couldn't tell how long it had been before my phone buzzed. It was a text from my neighbour.
"Why don't you show me what a real man looks like."
My plan worked. My cock jumped at the idea of seeing my stuck up neighbour as a big horny man. I took a video of myself as I walked out of the pool, making sure to show off the star of the show, my belly.
I sent it over and impatiently awaited a response.
"Come to the fence."
My heart skipped a beat as I approached the fence that split our yards. Peaking over, I saw an older, fatter, and hairier version of my neighbour lounging on a chair.
He simply lifted his hand and gestured for me to come over.
Jason hadn't been this excited in, well, forever. He got home to find a package on his front step. The package was black and yellow with the words 'Bear Factor' written on the front. It was the first sponsorship he had ever gotten.
He started posting on only fans a few months earlier. He was fired from his job, living paycheck to paycheck, using whatever money he had on a shitty gym membership. That's when he realized he could use his jacked body to make some money online. To his surprised, it worked. It wasn't some magical solution to all his problems, but it was better than nothing. He quickly worked his way up to start renting an apartment, rather than living out of his car.
The moment he knew he would be set was when he got an email from a company called Bear Factor. They had a big market in gay men, and Jason's audience was mostly gay men, so it was a match made in heaven.
As soon as he got inside, he tore up the box and pulled out a small grey shirt with the company logo on it. Without a second thought, he threw it on.
It wrapped tightly around his thick chest and didn't even reach past his belly button.
"I didn't think it would be this small." Jason chuckled.
It was different from his normal attire, but it was growing on him. He liked the idea of people being able to see his huge muscles through the shirt. It was starting to get a bit uncomfortable though. Jason noticed it was constricting his breathing, and the fabric started to irritate his skin. He tried to pull the shirt off, but it would budge.
He began to panic when his stomach suddenly swelled. In an instant, his six pack had ballooned into a massive ball gut that protruded out in front of him. He didn't even have time to react before his chest puffed out, making his pecs look more like man tits. His new shirt rode further up his gut and wrapped tightly around his thick man tits, making his large nipples poke through the fabric.
"Oh fuck!" Jason moaned in an unusually gruff voice.
His already strong arms grew thicker as his hands became strong and wide. And the definition in his back disappeared under a thick layer of fat, making his love handles visible from his back.
Jason's legs soon followed suit. His gym shorts tore to shreds as his thighs exploded with fat and muscle, and as the ripped fabric fell to the ground, his dick swelled to a hulking 9 inches, threatening to break through his poor jock strap. And as if that wasn't enough, his already perky ass doubled in size, growing two hefty globes that gave his body an S shaped curve.
Not even his face was safe. His cheeks puffed out as fat filled his face. His hairline receded while his beard thickened, and the hair kept spreading. It spread down to his chest and across his gut, leaving a dusting of hair across his previously hairless body.
As the transformation came to an end, Jason proudly rubbed his man hands across his thick gut. His massive cock jumped as he thought about what he could do with this body. He whipped out his phone and snapped a picture, ready to post it to his only fans.
The caption read, "Bear Factor will be sure to have you feeling like a bear of a man. First order is free, so be sure to get yours now using my link."
Catching his breath after straining to take his first prey up his ass. His hubby told him it would be intense. He knew it would be exhausting and more pleasurable than anything. But no descriptions did it justice.
His husband chuckled from the side. "Glad I picked out a twink for you? Easy first meal."
Come on, son!! It’s been a while since you work on Daddy’s cock with your mouth!! Why don’t you get down on your knees, and suck Daddy’s cock?? I told all my mates that you’re so good at it!! And I miss you deepthroating my cock all day long!! I got 7 days of load to feed you!!
Always love love love finding out the boy is already loaded with cum. Makes my dick so hard knowing I get to fuck a stranger’s load into him even deeper.
