Once you went up a gauge in your ring piercings, you couldn't stop. The first time you did it was the most noticeable, feeling your skin stretched just a little more with the extra weight, seeing the rings even more present in your reflection and under your shirt. You loved watching the silver dangle under your nose, the image reminding you of an animal. You just wanted them to keep getting bigger.
Each month was the same, increasing the gauge on your nips and septum slightly, the sight reinforcing your addiction to wanting them to be more massive. You began to take little care of the rest of your body, only focusing on the rings, playing with them waiting for the point you could go up another size.
You didn't realize that the more presence they had on your body, the more animalistic you became. The more they tugged on your nips the less you could think, the nerves sending your mind into a state of constant arousal barely able to focus on anything else. You didn't pay attention to the hair beginning to spread all over your body from how much you sweat now in heat, your mind too obsessed with the glinting metal on your skin.
You hadn't realized your body odor had changed, the hair trapping in your new musk and only allowing more of it to soak into your head. It's all your nose could inhale, the beard wrapping your face saturated in the pheromones that your body couldn't stop producing. You spent the nights shirtless, holding your head in bliss just enjoying the sensation of being a beast, just a dumb animal in heat.
