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It took Derek a while to realize that Stiles had spiked his morning coffee with a daddification potion.
Caleb Becomes a Daddy
Here's my story that I'd submitted for Gayspiralstories' "Secrets of the Occult" contest. I got an honorary mention as a third runner-up! Yay! It was really fun to write, so maybe I'll do more contests!
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A small fire flickered in the background, the tips of its flames tinged green and violet from the special ingredients that had been tossed into it. Its light casted over the group of men which consisted of around thirty members— each of them completely nude and perfectly erect. Other than that, they all had the exact same body type, every one of them looking like an almost carbon copy of each another, their minor facial features being the main distinguishing factors. They all stood in a circle, silently waiting for their leader.
The group was full of older, burly musclebears, each of them looking like a football linebacker who was currently engaging in Bulking Season. Their bulky muscles were clearly evident, yet they were hidden behind a thick layer of fat. Biceps and pecs were visible, yet they appeared to be more puffy and thick as opposed to rigged and defined. Their pecs were all capped with large, nubby nipples which a majority of them thumbed or outright tugged on, making their stiff cocks leak all the more. Large roid guts protruded in front of each of them, blocking their complete views of their hardened cocks which bobbed in front of each of them, leaking precum at their feet. Hair covered every inch of their beefy frames, complimenting their daddy bear façades. Not a single man didn’t have salt-and-pepper hair, and they all had their masculine jaws covered by a beard, either trimmed or bushy. Each man was hairy, bulky, and incredibly horny. A few of them tugged at their nubby nipples while they licked their beard-framed lips, and others couldn’t stop fondling their hard cocks, struggling to reach around their rotund guts to grasp at it.
The circle broke as the leader of the group, a large beefy man, entered. He easily outweighed every other member, looking like a total giant of a hunk as he sauntered around, puffing out his fuzzy pecs with power. The other men in the group avoided making direct eye contact with him out of respect, but as soon as his presence was made, several of them came on the spot, their cocks twitching with desperate want.
The large powerlifter-looking man sauntered into the center of the circle, which was decorated with an obscure array of designs written out in bleach white salt. Circles and spirals were scattered about with stray lines connecting them all to create a larger artistic piece. The salt was lit up by small tea candles lining it, their flames flickering. The evident leader of the group, hard just like every other member but just having a significantly larger cock, held up a photo in his beefy hand.
“A new member will be amongst us tomorrow night!” he growled in his deep voice, tossing the photo down to the ground where it landed perfectly face-up in the center of the salt circles. “Caleb!"
The photo clearly showed off a candidly snapped picture of a young man at the gym. His perfectly proportional frame was much smaller than every other man’s in the group, making him look like a fitness model ripped directly from an influencer Instagram account. Chiseled pecs and abs teasingly pressed against a red workout tank, and his toned glutes were lovingly cupped by black spandex shorts; and his large cock was clearly outlined in the front. He was clearly dedicated to natural fitness, and as every hard man stared at his photo, their cocks began to throb with anticipation. His cleanly shaven face showed off his youth, and his black hair was cut into a neat style, illustrating his attention to his aesthetic. Although the hunk was handsome, he clearly did not fit the theme of the other men in the group.
“Daddies,” the leader of the group announced, holding up his large, muscled arms, his musk emanating out from his hairy pits as he did so, “let Caleb’s transformation begin!”
The flames on the tea lights grew in fervor as the large men in the circle began to chant in tandem.
“Caleb! Caleb! One of us! One of us!”
The leader of the group grabbed a strong hold of his massive cock in his beefy hand, his humongous bicep flexing with manly powerful as he pumped away. Among the chanting, he let out a loud grunt, shooting his load into the middle of the circle, his cum landing directly on the picture of the proportional fitness hunk.
“Guuahh!” Caleb cried out as he shot up in bed, his smooth pecs heaving as he tried to catch his breath. The twenty-three year old stud had bolted up from some obscure nightmare which his mind was rapidly forgetting. All the hunk could recall at the moment was that he’d dreamt of several men looking like a bunch of overweight ex-jocks chanting over and over. All of their faces had been shrouded by dark shadows, preventing him from recognizing a single one. “Fuckin’ weird.”
He ran a shaky hand through his thick, black hair when his attention was brought to something else.
“Damn,” he couldn’t help but chuckle when he felt just how sticky his sheets were. He lifted up the covers and marveled at the sheer amount of cum that was globbed all over them. He must’ve came repeatedly, almost nonstop all night because some of it was crusting and plastering the cotton blankets to him and some of it was already dried up on his cut abs, while some was freshly wet and cooling off in the cold morning air. Still, despite this, his eight inch cock was still rock hard, throbbing with want as it bobbed up in the air, drooling precum like a leaky faucet.
Caleb’s lustful frenzy took over his mind, and he barely registered anything before he found himself pumping away at his hard cock, almost as if his body had moved on its own accord. The toned stud let out a low, bellowing moan as he jerked off, his hips bucking from the surges of pleasure that washed over him. Of course he’d experienced morning wood plenty of times before in his life; but for some reason, he was so hyperbolically horny this morning, barely able to concentrate on anything else besides getting off.
As Caleb jerked off, his thoughts kept drifting back to his cryptic dream with all of the large men standing in a circle, and then the largest guy of them all entering the middle—
“UUughh!” Caleb squealed as his cock erupted, shooting a large load of cum that landed right onto his smooth, muscled chest. “Wh-what the hell?” His pecs heaving from post-orgasmic bliss, the hunk blushed at the thought that he’d climaxed right as he’d thought about another man. Weirder was that he’d felt as if he’d blown the largest load of his life, feeling way more spent than he’d ever had when with a woman.
The stud also couldn’t believe that as he crawled out of bed, despite just cumming, his cock quickly plumped back up and went straight to attention in a matter of seconds. Caleb scratched confusedly at the back of his head as he stared down at his throbbing member, never feeling such a surge of hormones since he’d started puberty. His cock ached and begged to be touched, and the more the house’s A/C blew over his smooth muscles, he felt tingles rippling through him. He chuckled to himself and shook his head, chalking it up to just needing to get laid.
Luckily, that wouldn’t be hard for the twenty-three year old hunk.
Caleb had just gotten hired at some obscure company called Daddy Corp where he worked in one of the few office buildings in town and wore form-fitting clothes that showed off his musculature, showing that he dedicated himself to fitness. The jock had a trim body with smooth, shredded muscle. His proportional pecs pressed against his button-down shirt, illustrating his meticulously fit lifestyle. His abs popped noticeably against his skin, looking incredibly defined. Caleb looked like he was pulled straight from a fitness magazine cover; and with his cute smile and younger features, he could’ve also been yanked from a celebrity magazine too. He kept his face cleanly shaven to allow his square jaw and defined cheekbones to pop. He kept his short, black hair trimmed and nicely styled. Everything about the hunk oozed youthful and attractive, and he absolutely used this to his advantage to score tons of women in town.
He couldn’t help but bask in the glory that being the fittest man at his new job brought him. Seriously, Caleb was the only stud at work to weigh in under 200 pounds (he weighed 184, to be precise), and he was the only one who looked like he’d recently been to a gym. Every other man at Daddy Corp looked like some ex-jock who’d had too many visits to the buffet, waddling around with a huge gut that constantly threatened to burst out of their tight shirts. The stark difference in him and the rest of his coworkers often earned him some sideways glances, a lot of the men looking at him with some kind of mischievous gleam in their eyes. Caleb had just assumed that they were all jealous though.
The cocky stud couldn’t help it if he was young and fit while all of his coworkers looked like old, hairy men.
With his still hard cock bobbing in front of him, Caleb sauntered into his bathroom to get ready for work. When he flicked on the lights, the stud was taken aback at his reflection. Sure he was used to having to shave away a little stubble off his face every morning, but nothing like what he was confronted with.
Caleb looked at a face that had much thicker, darker stubble. This hairy growth could’ve passed for the beginnings of a beard almost. “What the hell?” Caleb muttered aloud as he ran a shaky hand over his fuzzy jaw, marveling at how he could’ve grown such thick hair seemingly overnight. His eyes traveled south and he winced at the wisps of hair that was visible in the cleft between his proportional, toned pecs. The vain young man kept his chest shaved to allow for his muscled contour to noticeably pop, so the new hairs on them made him grimace.
The jock couldn’t resist running his fingers over the new hairs on his muscled chest, his cock twitching as he did so for some unknown reason.
Ignoring his throbbing cock for the moment, Caleb grabbed an electric razor out of the drawer and went to work trying to get rid of his new beard. He trimmed it down with his clippers and then applied some shaving cream to the prickly stubble, shaving it away in an attempt to regain his smooth appearance. He then ran the razor over his pecs, getting rid of the unwanted chest hair. Once he was smooth again, Caleb jumped inside of the shower and rinsed himself off.
As he showered, Caleb took care of his cock two more times; but again, after each time he came, his cock would quickly shoot right back up. It throbbed with intense want as it bobbed in front of the addled man, making him an odd combination of confused and horny. “What the hell’s goin’ on?” he asked himself. His confusion only grew after Caleb dried off and started to get dressed.
As he yanked open his top dresser drawer to grab some boxers, it’d taken him a moment to realize that he’d accidentally snatched one of his jockstraps. He’d had the tight fabric past his knees when he’d registered the error, but for some reason, the thought of wearing such large, bulky boxers made the hunk frown.
“Fuck it,” he muttered under his breath as he adjusted his hard cock, trying to keep it concealed within the white pouch of the jockstrap. He pulled on his slacks, wincing at the sensation of the fabric running over his bare ass cheeks. However, the stud cocked his eyebrow as he buttoned them, having a little difficulty getting them fastened at first. He gritted his teeth as he buttoned up his pants, the waistline feeling uncomfortably tight around his midsection, like the pants had shrunk in the wash or something. His button-down shirt wasn’t much better. The dark blue shirt felt strangely constricting, especially around the waist and up near the shoulders. As Caleb buttoned it up, his frown deepened even more when he couldn’t get the top three buttons done. He struggled to get the third from the top closed, but as he tried, his pecs squished closer together, forming a deep cleavage.
Once he was all dressed, Caleb examined himself in his mirror. His tight pants looked like they were painted on, his ass that was lifted by the jockstrap in clear view. The pants were so tight that the straps of the jock were easily visible, and Caleb blushed as he knew that his coworkers would be able to tell what he was wearing in an instant. His shirt looked about a size too small, and it strained over his bulk. He could see two little nubs in the fabric from where his nipples poked against it, a pinkish hue forming on his face at the thought.
“I need to step up my cardio,” Caleb resolved as he grimaced at how ill-fitting his clothes looked. “Don’t wanna get too big.” His cock throbbed in the tight confines of the jockstrap, and Caleb scratched an itch that had formed on his chest as he left his house to head to Daddy Corp.
Once he was at the office, Caleb was quickly disappointed to find that things only got worse from there.
Work proved be difficult as Caleb felt increasingly uncomfortable in his own body. The entire time he sat at his desk in his cubicle, he kept squirming around in his seat. Even as time passed, Caleb’s pants and shirt felt incredibly snug on his muscled body. In order to relieve some of the tension, Caleb unbuttoned his pants, resisting the urge to sigh loudly with relief. He kept his lower half hidden under his desk, which was good since his aching cock was still throbbing and demanding attention within the small confines of his jockstrap. It twitched here and there, leaking precum as the frazzled young man scratched at his itchy chest or wiggled around in his tight clothes.
Every so often, the hunk’s face would turn beet red when he’d realize that instead of typing away at his reports, one of his beefy hands was massaging the large bulge in front of his straining slacks. No matter how many times he would snap to and force himself to stare at his computer screen, it wasn’t long until he was at it again, his jaw hanging slack as he’d feel himself up. Caleb’s mind was on fire with lust, and his still hard cock made it rough for him to concentrate on his job or the fact that his shirt felt like it’d burst at any moment.
“In the middle of something?” his boss, Winston, asked as he lumbered up and rested against the cubicle wall.
Caleb jerked back, snapping his hand away from his aching crotch as he looked over at the older man.
Winston was a total bear of a man, looking like he’d been an athlete back in the day. However, he’d allowed his muscles to be overtaken by a thick layer of fat created by nights of beer and fatty foods, creating a large belly that jiggled and bounced with every step the man took. In fact, his big gut strained against his shirt, his buttons looking like they’d burst if he’d take a deep breath. He was by far the largest man in the office, easily outweighing every other man by tens of pounds of muscle/fat.
That last thought made Caleb’s heart race for some reason, and his cock throbbed even more in his tight jeans. His face red hot, Caleb loudly gulped and bit back the moan that threatened to make its way up his throat as he stared at the way his boss’s graying chest hair curled over his shirt collar.
Poor Caleb forced the thirsty thoughts out of his mind, wondering why on earth he was focusing intensely on the older man’s beefy form. Never before had the stud experienced a gay thought in his life, but for some unknown reason, the more he stared at Winston, the more turned on he felt which only served to increase his worry.
“N-no, Sir,” Caleb stuttered, squirming around in his chair all the more as the older man stared down at him.
Winston ran his eyes up and down Caleb’s shaking form, a mischievous smirk forming on his graying, bearded face. “Alright,” he happily hummed. “I gotta admit, Caleb, I’m liking the new look.”
“New look…?” Caleb trailed off in wonder as he tried to figure out what his boss was talking about. He rubbed his cheek in confusion, flinching as soon as he felt the scratchy facial hair against his hand.
Gasping loudly, Caleb glanced into the opaque reflection of his monitor, seeing a faint view of the beard that was growing on his previously smooth face.
“What the hell?” he muttered underneath his breath as his hands kept rubbing his scratchy jaw, struggling to piece together how he’d grown a beard in a just a few hours.
Winston just chuckled as he crossed his muscled arms over this beefy chest, having to rest them virtually on the crest of his big belly. “It looks good,” he tried to reassure the panicking young man. “I started to grow mine out when I started to get some grays, too. Drives the guys crazy.”
“Grays…?” Caleb trailed off before his breath got caught in his throat.
With a smirk on his older face, Winston reached up and stroked at his beard, showing off its salt-and-pepper quality. “See?” he teased. “Every daddy needs a beard.”
Caleb felt his body tense up, his eyes widening when he felt an unfamiliar jiggling sensation near his abdomen at the action. However, he didn’t have time to ponder it before his cock shot another load into his jockstrap. The normally silent man couldn’t help but bellow out a low moan as he came again, his face feeling like it was on fire as his burly boss watched. His jockstrap felt soaked now, and there was wet mark starting to form on the front of his pants.
Pop!
As he struggled to catch his breath, a button flew off Caleb’s shirt, clattering onto his desk. The bewildered hunk looked down at his chest, his eyes nearly popping out his skull as he saw the large swatch of his chest on display. Not only that, but he saw a lot of dark chest hair curling all over his pec cleavage… a cleavage which looked much deeper than it should’ve.
Caleb shoved himself away from his desk in a panic. He didn’t know what was happening to him, but based off of the tightening of this clothes and the unknown hair growth, the terrified hunk knew that something horrible was up.
He pushed his way past his boss and booked it for the bathroom, wincing as he felt how different his movement was. It felt as if Caleb’s thighs rubbed together in a way they never had, almost turning his gait into a hurried waddle. Worse was the way his entire body seemed to vibrate and jiggle with every lumbering step the jock took.
RRRIIIIPPP!
Poor Caleb felt the seat of his pants give way, allowing for a rush of relief against the tightening that he hadn’t initially registered. The cool air of the office blew over his exposed cheeks. But as Caleb frantically yanked his arms behind himself to protect his modesty, another loud tearing rang out as his shirt tore apart sending tattered fabric falling at the humiliated stud’s feet.
He bolted forward, slamming himself into the bathroom as all he was clad in was his damp jockstrap. The hardening bulge concealed in the pouch bounced against his big thighs over and over as he moved, and he couldn’t help but grunt and moan every so often.
“Fuck!” Caleb cried out when he was finally in the bathroom and confronted his altered reflection in the mirror.
The first thing Caleb noticed was the hair. It was everywhere. The stud’s previously smooth body was covered in body hair, making it look like he’d been growing it for years. His beard was thick and dominated the lower half of his face, completely shrouding his chiseled jaw and cheekbones. The black hair traveled down his thick neck and across his broad shoulders, splitting down his back and his chest. His chest was completely covered in hair— his pecs and stomach were completely covered. Even his arms and legs were dominated by his new body hair, and Caleb ran his frantic hands all over his now hairy body, pulling at in disbelief, only to find that it was in fact very real. In his bewilderment, Caleb was near unable to stop running his hands over his hairy chest.
“Uuughhh!” Caleb practically squealed as he ran his hands over his hard nipples, which felt as if a bolt of sexual electricity rippled throughout him, causing him to cum on the spot. His large cock sputtered out globs of cum that splattered inside his jockstrap.
His hairy pecs heaving, Caleb struggled to piece together what was happening. Not only had he somehow grown copious amounts of chest hair, but his nipples were also weirdly sensitive. Sure, he hadn’t minded whenever a woman would give them some attention in the past, but he’d never came on command just from feeling them up. As if to test this revelation, Caleb hesitantly reached up and thumbed one of his nips, his knees buckling and his cock instantly shooting its hundredth load that day. But that wasn’t it.
“A-are they… bigger?” he wondered aloud as he glanced down at his still hard nipples which protruded off his chest more than they should’ve and that had appeared to thicken up, making them look like large nubs that poked out of his chest hair.
As he examined his enlarged nips, Caleb soon discovered that they weren’t the only things about him that were now bigger. His jaw dropped as he saw a much more pronounced curvature from his large biceps, looking huge but not as cut. In fact, they appeared to be a bit more bulky. The same was with his pecs, which seemed more puffy and less defined. They still had their muscular quality, but it came off more as if Caleb was deep into bulking season. His thighs were pressed tightly together, and as he turned around to peek at his now hairy ass, Caleb winced when he saw how much larger the cheeks now were. They bubbled out the back of the jockstrap, looking huge and cumbersome as they bounced and jiggled with each slight movement.
“Where the fuck are my abs?!” Caleb cried out in horror as he looked at his hairy stomach. His defined abdominal muscles were no longer popping against his skin. Instead, his abdomen appeared smooth (albeit covered by copious amounts of body hair) and void of any muscular contours. Caleb whimpered as he reached down and gave his hairy stomach a tentative poke, groaning with a mixture of terror and confused lust as he felt his finger sink deeper into his belly than it should’ve, illustrating that some fat growth had occurred.
“You don’t need abs,” Winston chuckled as he entered the bathroom, flanked by two other bearish men.
The other men looked like mere copies of the burly boss, although a little smaller in size. They each had large, rotund guts and trimmed beards. They seemed to be middle aged, their hair decorated with scattered grays. Each man eyed Caleb, wide smiles on their faces as they looked over the blushing, hairy man.
More concerning to Caleb was that the more the men stared at his altered form, the more his still hard cock throbbed within the confines of his jockstrap.
“Wh-what are you talking about?” Caleb stuttered, unable to stop running his exploring hands over his hairy body, taking extra care to avoid his uber sensitive nipples.
“Every daddy should have a big, hairy belly,” Winston stated matter-of-factly.
That last phrase snapped Caleb out of his trepidation for a brief moment. “What did you say?” he gasped, his gaze switching between the smirking older man and his altered, hairy reflection. His abs were gone and his chest was incredibly hairy; despite the evidence before him, Caleb struggled to accept it.
Winston snickered a little. “I said that every daddy needs a big, hairy belly,” he repeated. “Look, you’re well on your way to bein’ done.” He nodded towards the confused man.
Caleb followed his eyes and he paled when he glanced down at his own stomach, seeing something horrifying: It looked as if his belly shuddered before pulling out from his abdomen a little, getting larger and rounder by a small fraction.
“What the fuck?!” Caleb yelled as he grabbed at the flesh that had expanded before him. He was able to actually grab fistfuls of fat, giving his growing gut a furious shake before turning to glare at his boss. “What the fuck are you doing to me?!”
Winston lumbered forward and placed a sympathetic hand on Caleb’s broad shoulder, sending a shiver through the growing man. “I can tell that this is a big adjustment,” he hummed, running an admiring hand down and over Caleb’s inflated pec, “but I promise that everything will make sense in a bit. Don’t worry: You’ll love being a big daddy.”
Caleb bristled at the older man’s words. “Why do you keep calling me that?” the young jock retorted, unsure why Winston kept calling him a ‘Daddy’ and why he liked it so much. Out of his peripheral, he caught sight of something else that made his new gut fall and his cock twitch simultaneously.
Wordlessly, Caleb stared in abject shock as he studied the change in color of his jet black hair. Flecks of gray were starting to appear throughout it, being centered more along his sideburns that connected to his new beard. His facial hair contained more grays, looking completely salt-and-pepper. As he got closer to the mirror to look at himself, Caleb shook slightly when he saw that his skin looked a little more weathered and some new wrinkles had sprouted near his eyes.
“A-am I older?” he choked, the twenty-three year old having immense trouble wrapping his mind around what he was apparently turning into. He looked like he’d long passed thirty and was approaching his forties, the top of his hair starting to look slightly thinner now. He held his hands up in front of his face, seeing how rough they looked along with the presence of new callouses indicating a long life of labor.
The other two men waddled forward, their shirts straining over their beefy linebacker-esque bulk. They flanked the altered young man, each one of them snatching a strong hold of his jockstrap and tugging it down to the ground.
Out of its confines, Caleb’s hard cock sprang out in front of him, bobbing in the air. The former jock frowned when he looked down and had some of his view blocked by his budding gut.
“C’mon,” Winston said in a soothing tone as he grabbed Caleb by the hand, giving it a tight squeeze. “Let’s get you to the compound and we can explain everything to you.”
The older man grasping his smaller hand created a foggy sensation in Caleb’s brain. The changing man wanted to argue, wanted to demand that whatever was happening to him be stopped and that he be reverted back to his normal, toned and younger body. However, the fog in his head made it difficult to concentrate, and the stud was left to follow silently behind his bear of a boss as he led him out of the bathroom and down the office floor. Watching the way Winston’s large, bulky body lumbered forwards, and the way his plump ass pressed tantalizingly against his pants made Caleb’s rock hard cock throb all the more and leak precum. The hunk’s heart raced as his surging lust confirmed that his body wasn’t the only thing about him changing, but his desires were too. The other two men followed beside them, and Caleb finally noticed that they had large nubby nipples poking against their shirts, his new nipples rivaling theirs. His panic was nearly overtaken by his newfound feelings, his own perky nipples starting to burn with want the more he stared.
The changing, naked man was so caught up in admiring the other men with him, that it took him a while to register that he’d been led to a car, placed in the back middle seat between the two nameless coworkers while Winston drove up front.
One of the burly men fastened Caleb’s seatbelt, and he squirmed at the unfamiliar sensation of the seatbelt slipping between the deeper crevice formed by his hairy pecs. As the vehicle zoomed down the road, Caleb noticed the extra jiggling feeling caused by the vibrations of the engine.
“He’s gonna make one hot daddy,” the bear to his left commented, running an admiring hand over his larger gut.
“Yeah,” the other one chimed in, “his belly’s that big already and he’s still not done. He’s gonna be one of the biggest, hairiest daddies in our ranks.”
Caleb felt his throat dry up from shock, but he was rendered silent from the other man’s fingers running through the forest on his pecs, proving to illicit such pleasurable responses. He struggled to piece together the information thrusted onto his lap. A part of him was slightly relieved to discover that getting bigger wasn’t just limited to fat growth in his gut. Based on the way his heavier arms rested more on his lats and the fact that his pecs appeared more rounded, he could tell that his muscles were swelling up a bit too.
However, his gut was one-hundred percent the epicenter of his growth.
The further down the roads the car traveled, the larger Caleb’s gut got. It was a little pudgy when he’d first gotten in the vehicle, but when Winston had pulled up to an unknown estate, it was much larger. It rested on his lap, nearly blocking his view of his cock. His larger, inflated, hairy pecs rested on top of his gut, making him look totally ballooned-up.
“Here we are!” Winston announced as he shut off the car. The other men got out and assisted Caleb onto his unsteady feet.
Once he was standing, Caleb sensed just how much he’d changed. His thighs rolled over one another as he waddled behind the other men into the large, looming building that looked like a cryptic mansion. His arms clashed with lats and pecs, impeding his movements. But most of all, he blushed furiously as his protruding gut bounced and jiggled in front of him. He gave it a nervous poke, feeling the solidity beneath a thick layer of fat, making it feel more like an overblown roidgut. Worse was that as he poked it, he had to bite back a moan from the surge of pleasure that rippled through him.
The whole time he moved, his hard cock wagged in front of him, aching for release, especially when Winston and the other men started to strip naked. Each of them began with unbuttoning their pants, releasing a collective sigh of relief as their restricting waistbands were no longer strapped around their own daddy bellies. The three of them practically tore their shirts away from their bloated dad bods, showing off a clear view of their own large, hairy guts. Winston’s was by far the largest. In fact, he seemed to be the largest all around— bigger gut, plumper pecs, thicker nipples, and a much longer cock that also bobbed in front of him whenever he lumbered.
“Hey!” one of the naked men frowned when he leaned over and pressed his hairy gut against Caleb’s, making them squish together. “His is bigger than mine!”
Before Caleb could confirm the dimensions of his new gut, Winston bellowed out a deep laugh and led the group through the house and down a long, dark hallway. Caleb could hear muffled whispers coming from down the hall, emanating from behind the door at the very end. His heart raced in his inflated chest, and it felt close to bursting the second Winston opened up the door.
Faint candlelight barely illuminated the inside of the large room, which was about the size of a gymnasium. However, instead of bleachers, the room was full of large, older, naked musclebears. Each of them had a humongous musclegut that ballooned out in front of them, shielding their own views of their hard cocks. Caleb’s own gut dropped when he gradually recognized every face of the burly daddies in the room— his coworkers. Each and every single beefy man in the room he’d seen lumbering around the office, gawking at his previously proportional body.
The confused hunk felt himself guided into the center of the room where there was a small clearing. His bushy eyebrows furrowed as he examined the white patterns scrawled all over the hardwood floor in some kind of powdered substance, a candid photo of himself in the very center.
Winston snatched one of his hands and thrusted it high up into the air. “Daddies!” Winston announced in his baritone. “Our new daddy is here! Let the initiation begin!”
“New daddy?” Caleb hissed as he yanked his arm out of Winston’s hold. “I’m not like one you bloated freaks!” He stomped his foot angrily, feeling the weight of his situation crashing down on him all at once.
“Oh, but you are,” Winston sinisterly smirked as the group of daddies parted, one of them pushing a floor length mirror forwards. It was positioned in the circle, facing the altered Caleb dead on.
Caleb gasped loudly as he was confronted with the image of his new body. He was huge, embarrassingly huge, and very hairy. He appeared to be at least twice as wide as he had started out as, his broad shoulders looking even broader than they had before. His cumbersome pecs had plumped up to the size of melons, capped off with erect, nubby nipples that were reminiscent of his thumbs. His arms had packed on some serious size too, his biceps nearing the size of bowling balls, looking thick and akimbo as they clashed with his lats. His thighs had significantly widened, thrusting his thickened cock out front and center. His cock didn’t look any longer, but it now seemed to be as wide as a beer can, throbbing with want as Caleb explored his new body. He blushed as his felt his thighs rub together as he did a three-sixty to view his new body completely. His previously toned butt had inflated to at least three times its usual size, sticking out from his hairy back like a shelf.
But what Caleb noticed the most was his enormous musclegut. The former fitness stud paled at the sight of what looked like a hairy medicine ball attached to his torso. His belly was exaggeratedly round, and it bounced and jiggled with every movement he made. His massive pecs rested on top of it, and deep down Caleb knew that there would be no concealing his inflated form underneath any of his old clothes. Shoot, he’d consider himself lucky to find any size that would fit over this lumbering frame. The comments from the other man regarding how his gut had been made larger echoed out in his head, and Caleb took a quick scan of the room, frowning when he saw that he did indeed look like he was one of the largest musclebears in the room.
And his entire body was covered in thick, black body hair. His arms, legs, bubblebutt, and chest were coated. His beard had filled out slightly, not looking bushy, but giving him more of a burly lumberjack appearance. The hair atop his head, however, thinned out a bit and Caleb’s blush returned as he ran his hand through it, wincing at the smooth bald patch in the back.
He looked older too. His hair had taken on a salt-and-pepper quality, giving him a much more mature look. His skin appeared weathered and there were the beginning signs of wrinkles starting to form on his previously smooth face. The former twenty-three year old guessed that he must’ve packed on at least one-hundred pounds of muscle and fat, and he would’ve had to have aged to at least his late forties/early fifties.
The worse part was that a growing part of Caleb loved his new daddy look. This new part attempted to stomp down the cocky jock who longed for his abs, struggling to deny the horniness he felt as he saw just how drastic the curvature of his belly was.
His cock leaked precum near constantly, and he couldn’t stop running his hands across his solid gut. The sensation of rubbing his belly and feeling the forest of chest hair made his heart race, made all the better by the other burly men who watched him. His mind wrestled with what had happened to him, the former straight jock with the six pack trying to come to turns that he’d been somehow turned into a perpetually horny, gay beefy daddy with a big belly.
He looked up at Winston, who only continued to smirk down at him, his much larger cock twitching with anticipation.
A million questions raced through his head, but all Caleb could muster was, “Why?”
Winston snickered and lumbered closer, reaching down to wrap his thick fingers around Caleb’s hard cock. His rough, beefy hands handled it with expertise, causing the new daddy to moan loudly and have his knees go weak as his leader jerked his aching cock.
“We have a little philosophy,” Winston explained to the moaning ex-jock, “and it’s that every daddy needs to have large muscles, sexy body hair, and…” he let go and pressed his front against Caleb’s back, rutting his hard cock between his inflated cheeks as he grabbed onto Caleb’s new gut with both paws, “…a big, hairy belly.”
At the sensation of his leader running his rough hands over his protruding gut (which Caleb was finding was just as sensitive as his erect nipples), Caleb’s legs buckled beneath him. He fell onto all fours and allowed his new body to take over, feeling himself arch his back as best as he could and shove his inflated ass towards Winston.
Winston could only smirk knowingly back as he got down onto his knees and positioned himself behind Caleb, his cock resting teasingly at his tight hole. “So that’s why,” he further explained, “we decided to hire you at our business and turn your boring young body into the body of a hot, sexy daddy.”
He shoved himself inside and Caleb moaned loudly as he felt himself buck like crazy, driving Winston’s cock deeper inside. He’d obviously never had a cock inside of him before, but a growing part of him was quickly shoving the straight and proportional Caleb into a box, allowing the new beefy daddy to assume control. Despite himself, Caleb knew that he didn’t want to be some bear who looked like he’d been an athlete in his prime, but had since given up on diet and exercise. He longed for his abs and his old life, but the way his gut and bubblebutt rippled in tandem as he was fucked squashed any residual resistance that he held.
Winston reached up and roughly tugged on Caleb’s erect nipples, turning Caleb’s moans into squeals of delight as he was heatedly fucked in front of the group of daddies. “Fuck me, Daddy!” he kept hearing himself bellow out in his voice, which started to sound deeper than it should’ve.
Winston thrusted forward one last time, his huge body tensing up as he blew his load.
Caleb, having already came several times, basked in the sensation of being filled by his daddy. As soon as Winston pulled out, Caleb rolled over onto his back and panted as he tried to catch his breath. The heavy weight from his belly was completely foreign and would take some getting used to, but the wide beard-framed smile on Caleb’s older face let the other daddies know that he was down for the ride.
“Caleb! Caleb!” the group began to chant, but soon their words morphed. “Daddy! Daddy!”
At their words, Caleb felt his cock rocket back to attention and out of instinct, he reach down to grab at it, having a little difficulty with his biceps pushing against his pecs and gut.
“Hold on there, Daddy,” Winston chuckled. “There’s thirty other daddies to go. You need to pace yourself.”
Caleb was confused at first, but soon it clicked when he saw that the all of the other men were just as hard as he was, each one of them hungrily eying his inflated form.
The old Caleb screamed as he was sealed away inside of the mental box, Daddy Caleb taking dominance as he quickly hopped up onto all fours and wagged his rotund booty at the rest of the musclebears. “Who’s next?” he eagerly asked, loving how his gut jiggled as the next man shoved inside of his hungry hole.
“Good morning, Daddy Caleb,” Daddy Jason greeted him as he entered the office.
“Morning to you, too!” Daddy Caleb cheerfully greeted the large man, giving him a playful slap on his bubblebutt, a big smile on his face.
Daddy Caleb was always in a sunshiny mood whenever he went to work. The large 52 year old, 302-pound beast had his head held up high as he waddled towards his cubicle, his humongous thighs rolling other each other with every step he took. His massive gut jiggled in front of him, straining the buttons of his XXXL shirt that looked like was painted on, especially due to the way his nubby nipples poked consciously against it. The top four buttons were undone (he couldn’t fasten them over his hairy muscletits), displaying the deep crevice caused by his enormous pecs. When he sat down at his desk and began to type away at his computer, he always had to take extra caution whenever he moved. If he moved his arms too quickly, then his massive biceps would tear his sleeves to shreds, or they’d jostle one of his hard nipples, causing him to cum nonstop. The daddy stud was already hard, causing a wet mark to form on the front of his tight pants, but he’d figured he’d ask one of his fellow daddies to help him out in the bathroom later.
That’s what he loved about working at Daddy Corp: all of the daddies took great care of one another.
Sometimes, Daddy Caleb would hear a small, panicked voice in the back of his head, telling him that this wasn’t how he was supposed to look. He wasn’t supposed to be some old, muscled up gay man with a big gut. He would sometimes see images of a younger version of himself with abs and smooth muscles, but then the daddy would scoff at the mere thought. Who’d want to be some smooth jock when they could be a beefy daddy?
Daddy Winston, the boss, lumbered back and gave Daddy Caleb a playful wink. “How’re you adjusting, Daddy?” he asked.
Daddy Caleb felt his smile grow even larger as his heart raced underneath the stare of Daddy Winston. His boss had the biggest belly and muscles of any of the daddies at work, and it made him look incredibly sexy. Daddy Caleb couldn’t help but gush whenever he was given his attention, making him blush as his cock throbbed with desperate want.
“I love working here!” Daddy Caleb exclaimed, cut off when one of the buttons straining over this gut popped off, exposing some of his hairy belly. He just shrugged it off. “Whatever, a daddy needs a big belly, right?”
“Exactly,” Daddy Winston happily agreed. “And I’m hoping that you can help me explain that to our new hire.”
The boss gestured towards the copy machine where a large bodybuilder of a man stood. The stud had muscles for days and Daddy Caleb felt his cock twitch as he admired the man’s broad back; however, the second the bodybuilder turned around and revealed that he had a flat stomach (probably with defined abs), Daddy Caleb went soft.
“Come to the compound tonight,” Daddy Winston said. “We’ll start the ritual for his transformation.”
Daddy Caleb nodded in agreement, looking forward to tonight. A night spent with all of his daddy coworkers where they’d heatedly fuck and feel up one another’s hairy, muscled bodies— just the mere thought of it had Daddy Caleb shoot a load into his pants.
He was a big, hairy daddy. And he loved every single moment of it.
Froy and Zane were the picturesque It Couple. Two young gay men who were unafraid to be affectionate in public was enough to bring social media into an applause.
The cutesy couple made out in the bedroom one night, getting ready for some sexy time when Froy paused.
He pulled back for a moment in confusion, having slid his hands up his boyfriend's shirt. "Um, Babe?" he asked. "Did you grow out your chest hair?" His fingers ran through a thick pelt of fur that seemingly covered Zane's pecs.
Zane looked back in confusion as well, having been naturally smooth for years. "No...?" he trailed off, looking downward at himself. His voice disappeared in his throat the second he saw the new chest hair curling over his collar. "What the hell?"
The second he looked down, Zane's eyes nearly popped out of his skull as he watched his pecs grow. The mounds seemingly inflated and rounded, the buttons on his shirt popping off as he grew. The hairy muscletits came into view as they burst out of his shirt, being capped with large, nubby nipples.
Not to be outdone, Zane's gut followed suit. His abs disappeared before his stomach grew outwards. His gut steadily inflated until he had a complete hairy muscle gut that protruded far out in front of him.
"Wh-what happened to me?" Zane panicked as his hands ran over his rotund belly. "I'm huge!"
Before Froy could attempt to comfort his larger boyfriend, flinched when he felt his own shirt begin to constrict around him. His jaw dropped when he looked down at himself, watching as his own chest inflated and grew hairy.
The two boyfriends could only watch in shock as they grew larger and much hairier. Their arms grew in size, their biceps packing on much more meat. They had to shift their stance on the bed as their asses inflated and rounded out, their thighs getting bigger too.
As a final touch, the boyfriends felt their faces start to itch as beards sprouted out over their smooth faces. Their baby faces were completely altered as wrinkle lines formed near their eyes and their cheeks even rounded out some more, their necks widening to account for their deeper voices that uttered from their beefier bodies.
"Babe, what happened to us?" Zane cried out in his deeper, baritone-filled voice.
"We look like daddies," Froy muttered as his hands explored his larger and much hairier body. Despite how freaked out his was over his mysterious transformation, the sight of his now older boyfriend with a large set of fuzzy pecs that rested atop a large musclegut turned him on.
"What?" Zane asked when he saw his dady of a boyfriend hungrily staring at him.
"You really make a sexy daddy," Froy playfully growled, reached over and running an admiring hand through his boyfriend's thick chest hair, pausing to thumb a nubby nipple.
Zane bellowed out a low moan and allowed to himself to be felt up by his larger boyfriend, totally succumbing to his new life as a large muscle daddy.
Tyler Posey had set up his OnlyFans as a way to reconnect with his fans after Teen Wolf ended. It worked for a while and he'd initially seen a score of followers who thirsted after his hot bod. However, the minute his past costar, Tyler Hoechlin, released his, a majority of his followers flocked over to the latter's profile.
Tyler Posey was determined to win back his large follower count, so he began to pose lucratively and show off much more skin than he used to. It began to work and he even started to wear less and less.
Tyler was about to take a picture of himself in some green cut off shorts when an app popped up on his phone: EARN A HIGHER FOLLOWER COUNT!
The actor figured that it was probably some service that had a lot of bots follow one's account, but still, he needed that higher follower account. He couldn't come in second to his costar!
Tyler happily typed in his info, along with his payment, and clicked "Submit". He expected several bots to start popping up in his follower count, however, instead the stud felt like his body exploded.
BWOMP!
The first thing Tyler felt was an immense weight, almost as if he were much heavier than before. He could feel his arms rubbing against his sides and his meaty thighs pressing together in a manner in which they never had before. His head was spinning and as he tried to piece together what had happened, he could faintly hear his phone ping nonstop with notifications.
"Ugh," he groaned, rubbing at his head. "What happened?" The actor paused at the sound of his deeper voice. He cleared his throat and tried again. "What's going on?" Still, his voice sounded as if it'd lowered by several octaves.
Tyler made his way towards the bathroom, bristling as his new movements. His thighs rolled over each other, and he could feel his gut jiggle with every step he took. Once he made it in front of the bathroom mirror, the actor jerked back in shock.
"Fuck!" he gasped at the older, much beefier reflection he saw. He was older, probably in his mid-forties, and he was huge! All of his muscles seemed to have inflated to twice their original size, yet they were covered with a thick layer of fat giving him the appearance of an offseason bodybuilder. His musclegut was massive and it protruded far out in front of him, his entire body covered in manly hair.
As the altered Tyler stared at his bearish reflection, he continued to hear his phone sound off with loads of notifications.
Snapping him out of his daze, Tyler's eyes widened when he looked down at his phone that was in his beefy paw. His large gut dropped at the numerous photos of himself in his body in compromising position after lewd position. There were photos of him tugging on his inflated nipples, snapshots of him in skintight thongs that left nothing to the imagination, and tons of clips of him impaling his rotund hairy ass on the largest dildo he'd ever seen. All of these fell under the new profile name: Wolf Daddy.
All of his panic evaporated into think air as soon as he saw his follower count through, his heart racing when it was in the millions.
"Holy shit," he breathed in his deep voice, running an admiring hand over the curvature of his big belly. He held up his phone and started to record, a wide grin on his older face. "Wolf Daddy's got a lot of stuff to show ya, so make sure to subscribe!"
31 Days of Derek Hale
Day 07: Dad Bod
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After moving into a new neighborhood to raise his young son, Eli, Derek made the conscious decision to attempt to be friendly… at least for his son’s sake. No matter how much the werewolf hated people, he didn’t want his son to grow up friendless due to his father’s cold attitude.
Hence, Derek started to go to PTA meetings and even Parents’ Night at Eli’s school, forcing a smile onto his face whenever he had to socialize with other parents. It worked, and Derek became a hit.
Unfortunately, it worked a little too well.
A large group of moms were quickly enamored with the hunky single father. Derek was in his late twenties and he had nicely shaped muscles. Plus, thanks to his werewolf metabolism, he had impressive abs that always popped against his t-shirts.
The lustful stares from the moms only led to Derek also receiving envious glares from the dads, a majority of them having big dad bods that were complete with jiggly bellies. Derek wasn’t oblivious to the jealous looks he’d gotten from the dads, which was why he was confused when they’d invited him to a barbecue.
Again, wanting to be neighborly and hopefully quell any hard feelings, Derek accepted.
When he arrived to one of the dad’s house, he tried his best to be as friendly as possible. The host, a beefy man named Jim, warmly welcomed Derek and led him to the backyard where a bunch of the other dads were.
At first, Derek felt a little awkward at the barbecue, trying to engage some of the other dads in conversation. It always seemed to go the same way though:
“Hey, how’s it going?” Derek would ask one of them.
It seemed to always be met with an envious, silent glare from whichever dad Derek had tried to talk to. The dad would only shift his eyes from his gut towards Derek’s rigid abs, a frown set deep on his face.
Derek was about to leave when Jim walked up and clapped a large hand onto Derek’s shoulder. “Here, Man,” he cheerfully said as he handed Derek a beer, “this will help ya loosen up a bit.”
“Um, thanks?” Derek muttered as he took the offered drink, noting that the silver can lacked a distinguishable brand. Still, not wanting to be rude and alienate all the dads at Eli’s school, Derek brought the can up to his lips and took a hesitant sip.
The werewolf caught the almost victorious grins from the other dads as he drank the beer. None of them were being stealth, causing the hairs on the back of his neck to stand up.
“Wha— UURRPP!” Derek’s words were cut off when he belched loudly. He covered his mouth and blushed.
Jim only snickered and clapped Derek on the back. “Y’know Derek?” he asked, a playful quality to his deep voice. “You’re a nice guy and all, but a couple of us dads are growin’ a little irritated with the way you just stroll into town and show off your chiseled abs for our wives to gawk at.”
Derek cocked his eyebrow at the other guy. “What, UUURRPP, do you mean?” he asked, bristling at his seemingly uncontrollable burping.
Jim snorted and grabbed at his rotund belly with both hands, giving it a shake and causing the fat to jiggle. “My wife actually said, ‘Why can’t you work out and get a bod like Mr. Hale?’” he mocked, his voice going higher when he imitated his wife. “Yeah, fuck that. I hate cardio, so we all figured that it’d be easier if we made you look like one of us.”
“UUURRPP!” Derek burped, wincing when he felt a tightness growing in his stomach. The werewolf looked down and his eyes nearly bulged out of his skull at what he saw.
Derek witnessed his impressive abs pushing outwards against his tight t-shirt. Given his tight clothing, he could easily see every crevice of his hard-earned abdominals. Therefore, it was all the more jarring for him to watch as his six pack steadily went to a four pack, then two, and then flat. However that flatness didn’t last before his belly lurched forward, straining against his constricting shirt.
“What, UURRPP, are you doing to me?” Derek panicked as his frantic hands tried to press against his growing stomach, as if he could actually prevent it from getting bigger. Unfortunately, his gut only continued to pack on more fat as was evident by the way it began to jiggle as Derek readjusted his stance to account for his new weight. He could even feel his pants start to tighten as love handles sprouted and started to sag over his jeans. Toned pecs even puffed up, sagging slightly yet still showing off the impressive muscle beneath the layers of fat. His nipples stretched out to the size of sand dollars and perked up, becoming large and nubby at they strained against his shirt.
RIIIPPPP!
Derek’s straining t-shirt finally lost its battle against his growing bulk, and as he grew, Derek couldn’t stop the loud burping that echoed from his agape mouth.
Finally, Derek felt the tightness in his stomach disappear and he breathed a sigh of relief as he stopped growing. That relief, however, was short lived when he looked in the sliding glass door and saw his opaque reflection. Derek’s previously toned musculature was completely gone, replaced with a total dad bod that was complete with a huge, hairy belly. Instead of looking like he’d visited the gym religiously, Derek gave off the appearance of a couch potato who drank lots of beer and gorged on tons of junk food. Derek looked downward and frowned when his newly inflated gut blocked the view of his lower half. He pressed both of his hands against his massive gut and gave it a tentative shake, paling when it jiggled almost as much as Jim’s huge gut.
“Here ya go, Bud,” one of the other dads said as he tossed a shirt at Derek.
Silent in shock, Derek caught the offered shirt, noting that it was a size XXL. His arms seemingly moved on their accord, and Derek tugged the white t-shirt on. Due to his increased size, his pecs strained the shirt to bursting, and his nubby nipples pressed against the tight fabric noticeably. Worse for the werewolf was that his new gut was so large that the bottom of the shirt kept riding up it and exposing his fuzzy bellybutton, making it look like Derek was wearing a crop top.
Derek’s face was beet red when he took a hesitant step forward and felt his unwanted bulk shake with every step he took, his gut protruding far out in front of him and jiggling constantly. He looked around the group of dads and realized that he was nearly on par with all of them, his new massive belly matching every other dads’ in the group.
Jim offered Derek another beer, this one with a recognizable brand which indicated that it was a normal one. “Hey Derek,” he said, giving Derek a playful slap on his new belly, sending ripples through the werewolf’s new gut, “a couple of us dads are in a bowling league and we’re lookin’ for a new player. You in?”
Derek’s words dried up in his mouth, and despite his anger, he found himself nodding, some unknown force making him calm down the slightest bit, especially as he took a sip of the offered beer.
“Great!” Jim happily said. “I don’t know if we have a uniform shirt big enough for that massive dad bod ya got there, but you don’t mind, right?”
Derek felt the corners of his mouth pull up and he ran his free hand over his exposed, hairy belly. “I’m used to it,” he heard himself say. “It’s hard to find a shirt that fits over this big belly— UURRRPP!”
31 Days of Derek Hale
Day 30: Daddy
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Derek didn’t like being called “Daddy”.
The werewolf bristled whenever his boyfriend, Stiles, would call him it during sex, but would try to brush it off. It wasn’t because of anything too bad, really. Derek just associated the name with being old. When he’d admitted his dislike of the word to Stiles, Stiles understood, but there was a clear disappointment on his face.
At first, Stiles accepted it and opted to call Derek “Daddy” in his head, yet after one day of looking through one of Peter’s magic books he got a mischievous idea…
Derek came home from work, his muscles feeling slightly achy from a long day at the auto shop. A dazed smile was on his face as he smelt whatever delicious thing Stiles was cooking in the kitchen, mingled with some random incense that was burning throughout the house.
“Hey Stiles,” Derek said as he walked into the kitchen, hugging his boyfriend from behind.
Stiles smiled back, “Oh hey there,” he greeted back, a playful tone evident in his voice. “Did you have a good day at work… Daddy?”
Instead of cringing like usual, Derek was surprised when he felt his cock immediately rocket to life. His seven inches went full mast the mere second he’d heard Stiles call him “Daddy”, even feeling goosebumps erupt all over his body as he shuddered with unfamiliar pleasure.
“Um, y-yeah,” Derek stammered, his cock throbbing with intense need. He was confused over how turned on he was, but that curiosity rapidly disappeared and his face broke out into a playful smirk. Of course Stiles called him “Daddy”, as he frequently did in the bedroom.
Derek tightened his grip on his boyfriend and playfully rutted his hard cock against his butt.
Stiles pushed back into it. “Oh,” he grinned, “I guess you’re feeling a little frisky, huh… Daddy?”
Derek tensed up as his cock throbbed even more, twitching and leaking precum into his boxers. He felt so tortuously horny, licking his beard-framed lips with want…
Derek cocked his eyebrow and reached upwards with one hand, running it over his previously smooth face. The lower half of his face was covered with a thick, black beard that felt so large that it would’ve taken a few months to grow. It wasn’t Santa big, yet it was big enough to where it went past the typical gymbro beard and bordered Daddy-territory.
“Hey, Stiles, do I…?” Derek’s voice trailed off as he was about to ask Stiles if he looked different, feeling silly all of a sudden.
Of course Derek had a beard. He’d begun growing one the year he and Stiles had started dating, loving the way his beard tickled his boyfriend’s neck as he’d hungrily suck on it. Plus, he loved the way Stiles would shudder as his beard rubbed the inside of his thighs as he sucked him off, making sure he was a good daddy by taking care of his boy’s needs.
Stiles turned around and looked up at Derek with wide, admiring eyes. “What?” he asked.
Derek blushed a little and scratched at his beard. “Nothin’” he shrugged, “just having a weird day, I guess.”
Stiles mock frowned and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. “Well, why don’t you change out of your work clothes, and I’ll finish getting dinner ready… Daddy.”
Derek bit down on his lip as his cock surged once more, feeling as if he was about to explode right there. “Y-yeah,” he panted, jerking back at the sound of his voice. He cleared his throat and tried again. “Be right back.”
As he walked upstairs to their bedroom, Derek could’ve sworn that his voice sounded deeper. It wasn’t exaggeratedly deeper, but the baritone resonated a lot more and there was a more mature quality to it, almost manlier.
The werewolf kept puzzling over it as he entered his and Stiles’s bedroom and began to take off his grease-stained work clothes. As he shucked his pants, his hard cock bobbed wildly in front of him, and he was on the fence between taking care of it real quick and rushing downstairs to ask Stiles to handle it.
Snickering, he opted for the latter and made a move towards the door, clad only in boxers, when he stopped in front of the mirror and gasped loudly.
Derek leaned in even closer to his altered reflection in disbelief, marveling at the array of grays that peppered his hair and beard. As he ran a shaky hand through his salt-and-pepper colored hair, Derek finally noticed the new lines that were near his eyes, indicating the slight beginnings of crows feet.
His heart raced in his chest as he looked like he was much older than he should’ve been, however, his cock throbbed once more and his fear evaporated into thin air.
“What a day,” Derek sighed, rubbing his mature face with his hands. Of course he looked a bit older for his age. He was a total daddy after all, and having a boyish face wouldn’t play into that role.
Shaking his head at his dazed feeling, Derek went back downstairs, his tented boxers out in front of himself.
When he entered the kitchen, Stiles’s grin grew even wider as he looked his boyfriend up and down. “If you need some help with that, you gotta give me a second because this is boiling,” he said, gesturing at the pot on the stove. “But it shouldn’t take too long… Daddy.”
Derek grunted as his cock spasmed again, a large wet mark starting to form on the front of his tented boxers from his precum drooling out his hard member. He put on a coy smile of his own, crossing his arms in front of his hairy chest. “Well, you better make it quick, ‘cause Daddy’s getting impatient,” he grunted.
Again, Derek felt like something was off as he looked down at his hairy chest. The older hunk could’ve sworn that his chest was naturally smooth and typically devoid of any hair, but that thought was quickly proven wrong as he stared down at his hairy pecs and stomach. In fact, his whole body seemed to be covered in coarse, black hair. It covered his strong arms, thick legs, and even disappeared into his tented out boxers.
Derek snorted at himself. Of course he was hairy, and he’d always melted at the sensation of Stiles running his fingers through his thick chest hair. He just chalked up his foggy brain to his insane horniness that he felt, his cock aching for his boyfriend to touch.
Derek squirmed in place, his cock twitching madly as Stiles finished up at the stove. Once the burner was turned off, Derek couldn’t contain himself anymore and eagerly rushed forward, easily tossing the smaller guy over his shoulder as he stomped towards the couch.
Stiles laughed. “Damn, I guess you’re really frisky,” he giggled, “…Daddy.”
“Hnng,” Derek bellowed as his cock leaked even more precum, his thudding footsteps sounding heavier and much louder than normal.
For the millionth time that hour, Derek scrunched up his face in confusion as he lumbered towards the couch. The way his thighs rolled over each other as he waddled felt wrong to him. Whereas Stiles felt lighter in his hold for some reason, Derek felt as if his own chest was much heavier than it should’ve been. He glanced downward at his hairy pecs, his eyes nearly bugging out of his skull at the way his bulbous pecs jutted out in front of him, having ballooned to such a large size. They blocked the view of anything south, forcing Derek to stare at his hairy mounds and the tips of his nubby nipples. He blushed as he felt a foreign jiggling at his gut, and upon glancing at his blurry reflection in the TV, he could make out a large, hairy musclegut that his large pectorals rested upon. His boxers had magically disappeared, and the werewolf nearly sputtered at his massive ten inch monster cock that bobbed in front of him. Even his hairy butt had bubbled out, jutting out from his broadened back at a large angle. To finalize his growth, Derek’s arms had doubled in muscle, explaining away at how Stiles felt lighter.
It was hard to deny it now, as Derek stared at his altered reflection. The large muscled up, hairy older man who stared back at him from the TV’s glare. He finally pieced together what was happening: Derek was turning into a total daddy.
And he loved it.
As shocked as he was, Derek’s panic was quickly replaced with lust as he flexed his free arm with power, loving how big and manly it looked. He knew deep down that Stiles had somehow played a hand in this, and he loved him even more for it. Mental images of the two of them out in public, Derek completely dwarfing his smaller boyfriend who called him “Daddy” for all to hear filled him a giddy excitement, and he couldn’t wait to have Stiles run his fingers through his chest hair.
Derek tossed Stiles down onto the couch and loomed over him, smirking hungrily down at him. He couldn’t resist leaning forward and flexing his beefy, hairy muscles. “Who’s your daddy?” he bellowed in his deeper voice.
Stiles could only grin back up at him in anticipation before lowly whispering, “You… Daddy.”
“Uuughh!” Derek grunted as he came, loving how his bulky muscles bounced as his cock erupted, shooting his fat load up onto his hairy pecs. He knew deep down that he’d just cemented his transformation into a muscle daddy, but the second he looked down at his boyfriend, his enlarged cock shot straight back to life, and he pounced, forcing Stiles to take care of his daddy all night long.
Can you help me out? i love my boyfriend a lot, BUT, i also think his dad is super hot. what should i do?
You and your boyfriend had just gotten back to your place after a lovely date night. You enjoyed your time with your man, whom you truly love with all of your heart and you can imagine spending the rest of your life with, but there was one teeny tiny issue that lingered in the back of your mind:
You couldn’t help but make mental comparisons of your boyfriend with his dad. Whereas your boyfriend was skinny and youthful, his dad was a pure rugged man. Seriously, he oozed masculinity and looked like he belonged on the front packaging of a certain paper towel brand.
You’d almost drooled when your boyfriend had introduced you to him, and then started to get hopeful that your man had inherited his manly genes.
“It’s a little early still,” your boyfriend said, snapping you out of your daze. “It’d be a shame if it were to end.” He gave you a coy grin, making you laugh.
“Well, c’mere then,” you slyly responded, beckoning him towards the bed where you sat.
In a manner that was meant to be sexy, your boyfriend slowly began to unbutton his shirt, shimmying out of it when the both of you paused.
“What the…?” he wondered aloud as he ran a shaky hand over his flat chest, feeling the thick hairs that had magically sprouted over it.
Usually, your man was smooth, so the new chest hair was a jolt to you both.
Before either of you could react, the hairs started to grow more, traveling out across his slender chest and down his stomach. It thickened over his limbs and even moved upwards to his neck and jaw, giving him some serious scruff.
Your boyfriend ran his hands over his new body hair in confusion, but then winced as soon as his body began to expand.
“What’s happening to me?!” he panicked, watching as all the muscles in his body ballooned.
Your boyfriend’s newly hairy pecs inflated and packed on size as they rounded out, protruding out in front of him. His little, pert nipples shuddered before they expanded and stuck out in large nubs. His shoulders broadened as his back widened, his arm muscles inflating too. Next, his legs grew bigger as his thighs widened, and calf muscles packed on more meat. The new size of his lower half ripped his pants to shreds, leaving the tattered denim to fall to his feet. This gave you an uninterrupted view of his cock, which lengthened out in spurts before it rocketed to attention, standing at an impressive eight inches.
Finally, you witnessed your boyfriend’s face become rougher as it matured. Slight wrinkles that were more indicative of experience appeared on his face as his lower jaw widened and squared out. As a last touch, his hair progressively lightened until it was a grayish color.
Where your cute boyfriend had stood mere seconds before was now his manly looking dad.
“What the hell…” your boyfriend, now in his dad’s body, muttered, shocked by the deeper quality of his voice. However, he also winced at how familiar it sounded.
In a hurry, he rushed over towards the bathroom (with you tailing behind), his hard cock bobbing in front of him the whole way. He slammed himself inside and looked in the mirror, paling at what he saw.
“Babe?” he asked in his deeper voice. “Why do I look like my dad?”
His meaty, hairy pecs heaved with panic as he explored his new daddy body. He ran his hands over his larger muscles in shock, confused by how good it felt to run his fingers through his new chest hair.
You couldn’t help it. You were so turned on by watching the man you loved turn into the man you lusted after. “I think you look great…” you smiled, “…Daddy.”
On cue, your boyfriend’s bigger cock twitched at the sound of you calling him Daddy.
Your boyfriend’s very smart, so it didn’t take much for him to put two and two together. Still, he was so insanely turned on in his new body, and he swung you over his broadened shoulder, carrying you towards the bedroom where you can explore his new daddy body.
You were excited to be on a date with this really cute guy you’d met online. He was a baby-faced lanky guy and had really cute dimples which appeared every time he smiled your way. The two of you had seemed to be hitting it off, chatting away at the restaurant where you’d met up. Towards the end of the date, you’d started to consider inviting him back to your place for the night.
Putting on your best smile, you decided to take your shot. “So,” you grinned, “wanna watch a movie at my place?”
Your date smiled gently and fidgeted in his seat a little. “Um,” he began, “look, you’re really nice and all, but I kinda prefer older guys.”
You cocked your eyebrow, a little confused by what he was saying. You worked out frequently and took great care of your body, your large muscles straining against your clothes. You had a killer smirk and thick black hair that lots of guys admired, so you weren’t exactly used to being shot down. “But I am older than you,” you pointed out.
Your date shrugged his thin shoulders. “Yeah, but by only one year,” he countered.
You laughed and shook your head, not wanting to go back to your apartment alone for the night. “Just gimme a shot,” you offered. “I’m sure I can win you over.”
Your date pursed his lips in thought before smiling to himself. With a flick of his wrist, he nodded. “Yeah, I guess we can see about that,” he grinned widely, running his eyes up and down your form.
There was an electric tingling in the air and the tiny hairs on your arms stood up for a brief moment. As quickly as it had appeared, it disappeared, so you shook it off.
The two of you continued with smalltalk as you waited for the waiter to bring you the bill. You couldn’t help but notice that there was a little deeper quality to your voice, like it was a little rougher than usual. No matter how many times you cleared your throat, it stayed like that. Plus, your shirt felt really tight and you were certain that if you took in a deep breath, some of the buttons would’ve burst.
“Here you guys go,” the waiter said as he set the bill down onto the table. He straightened up and looked between you and your smiling date. “You know, I think it’s really cute that you took your son out for dinner.” With that, he walked away.
“Son?” you almost laughed incredulously before turning to your date. “See? I guess he can see the little age difference between us…”
Your deeper voice trailed off as you reached for the bill, your eyes widening at the sight of your hand. You brought it closer to your face, turning it around as you examined the withered skin that was a lot more calloused and wrinkled than normal.
“What the fuck?” you gasped, flinching when the top button of your shirt finally popped off and shot across the table towards your date who was smiling devilishly.
Without another word, you shot out of your seat and hurried over to the bathroom, noting how your pants even felt tighter as you moved. Once you made it, you rushed over to the mirror, your stomach dropping at the refection staring back at you.
Gone was the youthful, twenty-two year old jock, and in his place was a muscled up daddy who had to have been in his fifties or even sixties. Your black hair was gray and even the dark stubble along your chin had turned into a bright white. With shaky hands, your ran your fingers over the much larger muscles which bulged dangerously against your clothes which looked like they were about to burst at any moment. Your pecs were a lot fuller and your biceps curled to epic proportions at the slightest movement. Although it looked like you’d miraculously aged an extra thirty or forty years, you also appeared to have packed on some serious muscle.
The bathroom door opened and your date sauntered in, his eyes hungrily running up and down your older form. “Hey there, Daddy,” he smirked. “You ran off so quickly, I came to make sure you were okay.”
“Wh-what happened to me?” you panicked, your heart racing in your buff chest. You couldn’t look away from your reflection, forced to stare at the muscled, silver daddy you’d been turned into. You barely recognized yourself— there was no way your friends or even college professors would remember you at all. You were no longer the partying jock, you were now a much older DILF.
You date approached and ran an admiring hand over your larger pecs, toying with the hard nipple that poked through the thin fabric, sending electric shocks straight to your cock. Despite your fear, you felt so incredibly turned on as the younger man felt you up.
“I told you I was into older men,” your date responded. “I figured this way, we can enjoy the rest of our night together. What do you say, Daddy?”
A small part of you wanted to lash out at the years that been stolen away from you, but the longer you stared at the large outline of your hard cock that pressed against your jeans, the more turned on you felt. You couldn’t help but flex both of your bigger arms, relishing in the ripping sounds from your tight sleeves.
Despite everything, you felt yourself grin. “Fuck yeah,” you playfully growled, “Daddy’s gonna fuck you hard, Boy.”
Sometimes Mick felt a little bad about what he’d do. He would transform and mess with men every now and then, experimenting with a variety of victims. Guys who were jerks and needed to be taken down a peg, guys who were good Samaritans and deserved a reward, and some who were just minding their own business. It was the latter that was the most difficult to deal with. Still, whenever that urge to have fun rolled around, it was next to impossible to ignore it.
That just so happened to be the case as Mick relaxed in the sauna at the gym that he frequented. He had no idea who the two muscular men were who walked in after him, one in his mid-fifties while the other was in his early thirties. The way they chatted with one another made it sound like they were friends or at least work out buddies — the older one seemed to be more knowledgeable about workout plans and diets than the younger.
Mick smirked and stood up to leave the sauna, snapping his fingers as he exited the door.
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Adam sat on the sauna bench, enjoying how the hot steam relaxed his tense muscles after his strenuous workout. “Damn,” he huffed, rolling his neck to the side to pop it, “that kicked the crap out of me.”
The older man, Vlad, smirked and nodded in agreement. “Yeah, I told you I can whip you into shape,” he chuckled. “We’ll have you contest-ready in no time.”
Adam was interested in getting into natural bodybuilding, and after searching online, had managed to find Vlad who was a certified personal trainer. The older guy had years of experience when it came to helping others bulk up to incredible sizes, so Adam was eager to hire him. Lo and behold, it was only his first session with the guy, and he was already feeling as if his muscles were on fire.
The two men talked about workout plans, not really noticing when the other gym patron left the sauna, snapping his fingers behind him. There was an odd electric feel to the thick, steamy air that passed as soon as it had come.
Adam massaged his already sore pectoral, winded from the workout his trainer had put him through. Still, the results were promising and he found himself incredibly excited for tomorrow’s workout. He glanced over at the older man.
“So, like, what’s the workout plan for tomorrow, Daddy?” he asked in a voice that sounded like it’d shot up several octaves, sounding comical coming from his bulky body. He jerked back in confusion and cleared his throat a couple times, wondering if the steam was just messing with it and making it sound weird; but that didn’t explain the odd inflections or why he’d referred to the older man as ‘Daddy’.
Even Vlad scrunched up his face in confusion, eying the younger man up and down. “I’m gonna work those tight glutes of yours, Babe,” he grunted, his voice sounding deeper and rougher than it had earlier. The older man’s eyes widened in shock at what had left his mouth and he scratched at his chest in wonder, wincing when he felt much more hair on it than usual.
Sure enough, when he looked down at himself, his chiseled chest was covered in dense salt-and-pepper colored hair. What shocked him the most was that his nipples had seemingly inflated, sticking out of the hairy forest by at least half and inch.
“Damn, Boy, Daddy’s nips have gotten so big for ya to suck on,” he heard himself playfully growl, blood draining from his face at his words.
Adam shot to his feet in a panic, his heart racing in his chest. “Daddy, like, what is even happening to us?” he twittered, waving his hands effeminately as he began to fret. He had no idea why he or Vlad were speaking so differently and he began to wonder if it was the steam that was affecting their brains. “Like, maybe this steam is fucking with our heads?”
The two men rushed out of the steam room and stood out in the vacant locker room, both of them panting from a mixture of the heat from the sauna and from the trepidation that filled their worried bodies.
It took them both a second to realize that in their hurry to get out of the sauna and catch their breath, they didn’t notice that they were standing uncomfortably close to one another: Vlad had his buff arm wrapped around Adam’s waist, the latter resting one of his hands on the the former’s hairier chest.
Both men took a quick step away from one another, blushing furiously. Neither of them wanted to admit that they wanted to step closer though, opting to look anywhere but at the other.
Adam took a nervous breath and readied himself to see if all the weirdness really was just due to the steam. “So, like, that was suuuuper weird,” he said, his heart falling at the words that left his mouth.
At the worried look that crossed over Adam’s features, Vlad felt an unknown protective surge inside of him, and he stepped forward and enveloped the smaller man in his arms. He was shocked by his actions, having never held another man so intimately before, but he couldn’t deny that he liked it. “Relax, Baby,” he said. “Let’s go home and figure this out.”
Adam was so focused on how much he loved to have his face shoved in the older man’s hairy chest that he didn’t register that, somehow, the two men knew that they lived together. He nodded and reluctantly pulled himself away from the older man. “Like, that sounds like a great idea, Daddy,” he muttered, pausing when he looked at the other man, staring straight ahead to only see Vlad’s clavicles. “Oh em gee! I, like, totally shrunk!”
When they’d started their workout this morning, Adam had actually been taller than Vlad by at least two inches, but now that he looked at the older man, he realized that he was now the shorter of the two. In his panic, he let his towel fall to the ground.
Vlad winced and fought the lust that ran throughout his hairy body as he stared at the naked man before him. He felt himself lick his lips hungrily as he looked at his younger companion’s bulging pecs and chiseled abs, running his gaze downward to the the two-inch nub that poked out above a set of balls that resembled cherry tomatoes.
“Oh shit,” he grunted. “Babe, please don’t panic, but I think I’m gonna have a lot more fun with your ass than your cock.”
“Like, what are you talking about?” Adam asked, cocking his eyebrow. He looked down at himself in confusion. When he saw his shrunken equipment, he let out a loud shriek of terror. “Like, what happened to my nub?!” He stomped his foot in frustration. “My nub! No, my nub! Fuck me! I don’t have a nub, I have a c-c- NUB!”
“Relax, Babe, you’re gettin’ all worked up,” Vlad said in a calm voice. “Daddy will take care of everything.”
“That’s, like, totally easy for you to say!” Adam spat, putting both of his hands on his hips as he talked. “I, like, get stuck with this puny nub, while you get a big, juicy cock!” He gestured forward at the older man.
Vlad glanced down and nearly fainted when he saw the large tent in his towel. He quickly tossed the cloth to the floor and stared wide-eyed at the foot long cock that was as large as a beer can and balls that were as big as oranges. It waved wildly in front of him and leaked precum the more he looked at the smaller (in both senses of the word) man.
“Daddy, like what happened to us?” Adam panicked, his pathetic nub throbbing with want the more he stared at the older man. “Like, why am I sooooo horny right now?”
Vlad wanted nothing more than to figure out what was wrong too so that they could fix it and return to their normal relationship as trainer and client. However, deep down, the new feelings inside of him made it so that a part of him really didn’t want to go back. “Daddy will take care of that for ya, Babe,” he cooed, walking forward and wrapping his arms around the younger stud affectionately. He bent down and began to kiss up the panicked man’s jawline.
Adam was overcome with such a surge of lust and love for the older man who he called ‘Daddy’, and before he could register what was happening, the two of them were making out in the locker room. The two men felt one another up and it wasn’t long before Vlad was on his back and Adam was bouncing on his cock, grasping both of the older man’s inflated nipples. The two of them heatedly made love in the locker room, being known as the gym’s cutest couple from then on.
How about one where a frat boy turns into a lazy, slobby stereotypically dad. Maybe muscular but with a beer belly and barking out orders to his old frat bros. But instead of bringing him a beer, it's to suck his massive cock while he watches sports or Nascar.
When Coach told all the frat boys at the start of the year that he was giving up his position, most of them had scrambled for the opportunity to be the proverbial "Top Dog". The older man had commanded the respect of the numerous frat bros, each one looking up to the older man as one of their own-- and he must have been back in his prime. However, after years of no longer playing sports and drinking, the older man had gained a big belly and a layer of fat that covered his impressive musculature. Instead of looking like a strict athlete, Coach looked like a burly musclebear.
And when he'd announced that Trevor, the newest recruit on the baseball team, was going to be taking his place, the young jock had been ecstatic.
Trevor was brand new to the university and the fraternity, and although he was the smallest, he still had rather sizable muscles. The stud opted to go for a toned aesthetic, his trimmed bulk looking like it was ripped out of an Abercrombie & Fitch ad.
Some of the other jocks muttered under their breath, jealous that they weren't getting picked. Whereas others were fighting back laughs because Trevor was still brand new, and therefore didn't realize all that the position entailed.
Trevor proudly stood before the rest of the fraternity, puffing out his chest with pride. Coach took off his baseball cap to place it upon Trevor's head.
The exact second Coach's hat was placed onto Trevor-- BWOMPH!
Trevor gasped as soon as he felt a massive heaviness on his chest. Fearing some sort of medical emergency, the young jock was horrified when he looked down and saw that instead of his chiseled pecs and abs, he stared down at large muscletits and a big gut.
The rest of the jocks cheered as they watched the new Coach explore his inflated body with shaky hands. Where a fit, young jock had stood just moments before was now a beefy bear of a stud. He still had muscles, but now they were concealed by a thick layer of fat. His pecs that were capped with nubby nipples still protruded off of his chest, but they also drooped slightly and rested atop his cresting musclegut that hid away his lengthened, hardening cock. As Trevor explored his new body, he saw that he was covered in manly hair, and he looked over a beefy shoulder to stare in the mirror on the wall, paling when he saw an older man staring back at him. He had a goatee and slight wrinkles near his eyes, complimenting his new daddy look.
He looked just like Coach: a big, burly musclebear.
"Wh-what happened to me?" the former jock panicked, bristling at his much deeper voice.
He turned back to ask Coach what had happened to him, only to jerk back in shock as a trim, young jock with a chiseled six pack stood in his place instead.
The toned jock playfully pinched Trevor's new belly, making the new daddy blush. "I'll miss that," he teased. "But now it's your turn to be Coach. We alternate from year to year, so enjoy it while it lasts."
The rest of the frat bros cheered as Trevor struggled to take the cursed hat off, but it was seemingly superglued to his head, leaving him trapped as a muscle daddy coach for the rest of the year.
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Over the next couple of weeks, Trevor managed to adapt to his new role as Coach. At first, it was a struggle trying to squeeze his new furry bulk into clothes since he'd gained at least sixty pounds of muscle and fat. And he was finding that his new daddy body was CONSTANTLY horny.
Never before had Trevor ever had a gay thought in his life, but he was finding it incredibly hard to not drool over all of his jock frat brothers. Their toned muscles and youthful bodies made his enlarged cock surge, throbbing with want. His hairy bulk was also sensitive, and he could get himself off just by worshipping his hairy muscles; and his enlarged nubby nipples were hardwired straight to his cock.
However, Trevor was surprisingly happy to find out that his new body also offered him something else.
"Hey, Jockbro, get me another beer!" Trevor bellowed in his deep voice from his spot on the sofa. He was wearing a simple jockstrap that was stretched to bursting as it struggled to contain his massive cock. He opted to go shirtless, shuddering a little as the air from the A/C blew over his hard nipples.
One of his frat brothers immediately scampered towards the fridge, not even bothering to hide the fact that getting ordered around by the musclebear made his rock hard. He grabbed a beer off the bottom shelf and hurried back to the living room, his hard cock tenting out his gym shorts.
No matter what order he gave, the new Coach was delighted to discover that the jocks in the frat had to obey. Even better, was that it turned them on to be bossed around by such a manly daddy such as himself.
"Here ya go, Daddy," the jock gushed as he handed the new Coach his beer, his cock throbbing and leaking precum into his shorts.
Trevor took it and chugged it, letting out a loud belch. He then gestured down at his large bulge, his own cock starting to slip out of the small confines of his jockstrap. "Go ahead and take care of that," he ordered.
The frat bro dropped to his knees and immediately fished Trevor's daddy cock out of his jockstrap, eagerly slurping it up. He moaned loudly as he sucked the new Coach off.
Coach Trevor moaned loudly, his deep voice echoing off the walls of the frat house. He loved his new position as Coach, and he knew deep down that this was going to be the best year at college ever.
Lee Provost's New Career
Part 1 │ Part 2 │ Part 3 │ Part 4
After some time of living his new life as a bodybuilder guard dog, Wolfey had been invited to partake in a Pokémon competition that was taking place in the UK. Due to his protective instincts, the bodybuilding streamer brought Blue along with him to watch the tournament go down.
During his first match, Wolfey was aware of the numerous stares that his hulking figure received, with many people in awe over his one-hundred pound weight gain of solid muscle, causing the previously nerdy-looking stud to come off more of a competition-ready superheavyweight bodybuilder. It didn’t help that most clothing didn’t fit over this massive frame, so Wolfey was left to wear a string tank top that left most of his gargantuan pecs spilling out the front— and he had trouble grabbing his Switch with his enormous muscletits and biceps constantly pushing up against one another.
“And Wolfe Glick has won his first round!” one of the casters announced, his deep voice catching the attention of Blue.
As the crowd erupted into cheers, Blue looked up at the caster who was speaking, his eyes widening at the sight of the handsome man.
On stage, getting ready to interview Wolfey for his victory, stood a tall man with dirty blond hair. His ice blue eyes with alight with joy as he spoke passionately about Pokémon and began to ask the hulking bodybuilder about his team composition and battle style. One could easily tell that he liked to work out as was evident by the tightness of his button down shirt; however, it was also obvious that the hunk had been either bulking up recently or hadn’t had time to go to the gym in a bit because of the way his belly was pressing against his tight white shirt. The buttons were straining to conceal his gut that was an indication of the beginnings of a sexy dad bod.
Looking at the handsome, daddy-ish looking caster, the cogs in Blue’s mind began to spin around deviously.
Up on the large display screen behind the stage, Blue was able to see that the handsome stud’s name was Lee Provost, and that he went by Osirus online.
Taking his time to formulate a thought, Blue waited until the interview between Lee and Wolfey was over before he acted. The second the display screen blackened and the workers began to set up for the next match, he took advantage of the opportunity and moved backstage under the guise of congratulating his boyfriend.
Wolfey’s big eyes lit up as soon as he saw Blue, and he even rushed forward to pull the much smaller man into a large embrace, shoving his face into the cleavage of his massive pecs. “I won! Did you see?” Wolfey gushed happily.
“You did so you great,” Blue warmly smiled, running an admiring hand over Wolfey’s bicep, loving when he saw the tent in the front of his shorts twitch and begin to grow. “May I see your team again, please?”
“Sure, Babe,” Wolfey grinned, handing his Switch to his hypnotherapist boyfriend.
Acting swiftly, Blue quickly went into the Photo Album section where he’d downloaded a special image just for this sort of occasion. After loading it up and readying it behind the sleep screen, Blue handed the Switch back to Wolfey. “Don’t forget to hand this over to the casters so that they can verify your team, too,” he instructed him.
Being the good boy he now was, Wolfey eagerly nodded and waddled over towards Lee, his large thighs rolling over one another as the muscle man lumbered.
Lee smiled when he saw his fellow PokéTuber approaching. “Hey Wolfey,” he grinned. “Y’know I never got the opportunity to compliment you on your gains. Seriously, you’re huge!” The two of them had worked together in the past due to being in the same community, but other than that, they tended to do their own thing due to living on different continents. Hence, Lee had been one of the many people shocked when they saw Wolfey in his new bodybuilder form.
Wolfey smiled ear-to-ear and lifted both of his humongous arms to form a double biceps pose. As he flexed, his strong musk wafted out from his hairy pits and filtered through the backstage air. “Thanks, Little Man!” he guffawed before flinching. “Oh yeah, got distracted there. Here’s my Switch for you to inspect before the next match.”
“Um… y-yeah,” Lee stammered, still in awe over the other man’s sheer size. He took the offered Switch and turned it on, his eyes instantly honing in on the intense swirl of colors on the tiny screen.
From across the floor backstage, Blue smirked to himself as he witnessed Lee’s stunned face lit up by the Switch’s screen. His eyes widened and glazed over as his lower jaw went slack, hanging agape. The mixture of colors was supposed to put the other man into a hypnotic state, instructing him to head to Blue’s hotel room once the day’s events were finished. From there, Blue would be able to give him more orders.
Sure enough, after Day One’s games came to an end and Wolfey was still one of the top contenders, Blue and Wolfey were back in their hotel room. Blue lounged out on the bed and watched TV while Wolfey flexed in the mirror, a dull grin on his handsome face as he bounced his pecs.
On cue, there was a knock at the door.
His guard dog instincts still strong, Wolfey tensed up and bounded over to the door. He puffed out his chest intimidatingly when he opened it, only relaxing once he saw that it was Lee on the other side.
“Oh, Lee! Hey, Man. C’mon in!” the muscleman cheered as he stood to the side for his friend to enter.
True to the hypnotic instructions, Lee entered into the small hotel room like a zombie. He had a dazed look on his face, void of any emotion which indicated that he was deep under. His walk had a sleepy lumbering quality to it, and when he was inside the room, he stopped right in front of the bed.
“I’m here,” Lee monotonously said, sounding robotic. “I’m ready for my instructions…”
Blue’s smile grew as he got off the bed and circled around the hypnotized man, admiring his budding dad bod form. He could easily see Lee’s impressive muscles, yet he couldn’t help but pay extra attention to his little gut. He even playfully gave it a poke, loving how it jiggled in response.
“That’s a nice dad belly you’re growing there, Lee,” Blue teased.
Even while in his hypnotic state, Lee blushed at the comment about his gut. He prided himself on his fitness and due to his role as a caster at the tournament, he hadn’t gotten as much time as he’d preferred to be in the gym. No matter how hard he’d tried to suck it in during his interviews, Lee was humiliatingly aware of how his gut pressed against his shirt the whole time.
Blue picked up on his and unbuttoned Lee’s shirt, revealing the stud’s hairy chest. It was still toned and his pecs popped noticeably. However, his abs were shrouded under a thick layer of fat. His gut wasn’t too big, but it was still enough to make the caster annoyed. Despite this, the hypnotherapist thought that this look was rather hot, and that Lee should lean into it.
“Don’t be shy, Lee,” Blue cooed as he rubbed the stud’s hairy belly lovingly. “In fact, I think you’ll start to lean into your new look as a daddy, embracing your dad bod. And you’ll love to show it off.”
“I love to show off my dad bod,” Lee repeated.
“And it makes you feel extremely horny being a big daddy,” Blue continued. “And once you’ve fully embraced your new daddy persona and have grown your dad bod a bit more, then you’ll come to America to stay with us: Your new family…”
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Blue and Wolfey had returned home after Wolfey had won the competition, maintaining his Pokémon Champion status. A few weeks had passed and everything was normal in the house that the four boyfriends shared.
One evening, Blue was sprawled on his back with his legs up in the air as Kevin plowed away at him, and Wolfey straddled his head so that the hypnotherapist could suck off the champion. The whole time, Blue’s hands felt up Nick’s hairy pectorals, turning the altered cowboy into a moaning mess as he played with his ultra-sensitive nipples.
It was in this state that the four men heard the doorbell ring. Blue huffed loudly as he untangled himself from the group of guys, miffed that his fun times were being interrupted. However, there was a spark of excitement that he felt in his chest over the prospect of who could be at the door.
Sure enough, as soon as Blue opened up the front door, the newly altered Lee stood on the other side.
“Hey,” Blue smiled deviously at the man, “it’s nice to see you.”
“Um, yeah,” Lee blushed, a look of confusion on his face, as if he couldn’t remember why he’d flown all the way to the States to come to Blue’s place, but his instructions quickly held strong and the stud lumbered inside regardless.
Blue’s hypnotic instructions had held up fantastically, he noticed, as he looked Lee up and down. The stud had grown out his dark goatee which framed his full lips tantalizingly, giving the hunk a much more mature appearance. He wore a tight polo shirt that looked like it was painted on. His plump pecs and nubby nipples poked noticeably against the fabric; and when Blue stared more at Lee’s nips, he could clearly see the large lumps which indicated that he’d gotten them pierced. Best of all was that Lee had followed through on embracing his dad bod. The hunk still had visible muscles, but he appeared more like a linebacker than an aesthetic-focused bodybuilder. His budding belly that had been slightly poking against his shirt at the competition was now a full on beer belly. It protruded far out in front of the hunk, looking like he had a weight ball attached to the front of his torso. The bottom of his tight-fitting polo was even starting to ride over the large belly, showing off his fuzzy navel every time the cotton sprung up over the gut. Lee would instinctually tug the shirt back down over his belly, but it was a futile battle as each and every time he pulled it down, it bounced back up in a matter of milliseconds.
Blue smirked as he witnessed Lee struggling to keep his dad bod covered. “Just ditch the shirt, Daddy,” he laughed.
At hearing the name “Daddy”, Lee felt something deep down inside of him snap. Immediately, he felt his thick cock plump up, forming a large tent in the front of his shorts and he practically tore the offending polo away from his bulk. His large, hairy gut finally on display, Blue could could get a full idea of how much weight Lee had truly packed on. He estimated that the PokéTuber must’ve gained at least thirty to forty pounds, with a majority of it centered on his big belly which jiggled with every movement the stud made. His pecs were puffier, and they rested atop his bulging belly. Plus, Blue’s suspicions had been correct when he caught sight of the silver rings adorning Lee’s nubby nipples, which made the stud’s nips all the more bigger.
Lee caught sight of Blue’s hungry stares and he held his muscular arms out to show off his dad bod. “You like that, Boy?” he playfully asked, his normally cheery voice sounding much more dominant and deeper than it should’ve. “You like checkin’ out Daddy’s body?”
Blue crossed his arms in front of himself as he admired his work. “Very much, Daddy,” he teased. “Why don’t you show me more?”
Lee gave a throaty chuckle. “Only if you think you can handle it,” he grunted as he dropped his shorts and tightie-whities to the hardwood floor. His hard cock bobbed out in front of him and his large booty bounced as he undressed. Standing completely naked in the house, Lee wore a cocky grin, his impressive cock throbbing with want as it was hidden under his big belly from his eyes.
Wanting to have a little fun, Blue added, “Yeah I can handle that… Lee.”
Upon hearing his name, Lee jerked back in surprise. The stud paled as all of the memories of the past few weeks filtered in through his mind. The stud vividly recalled getting his nipples pierced, sucking off countless men and fucking them in turn, letting his gut grow to a big size, and acting like a horny slut whenever someone called him “Daddy”.
“Wha-what… what did you do to me?!” Lee panicked as he looked down at himself and explored his hairy dad bod with shaky hands. He had to stifle a low moan when his fingers grazed his nubby nipples, which were hardwired directly to his cock.
Blue walked forward and ran an admiring hand over the crest of Lee’s daddy belly, loving how it sent a shudder through the other man. “Relax,” he said in his smooth voice, “I just helped you embrace your new dad bod. I mean, don’t you think you look better this way?”
“‘Better’?” Lee balked. “Look at the size of this thing!” He gestured down at his gut. “It’s way too big!”
Blue mock-frowned. “Don’t you think that you should have a big belly… Daddy?”
At that word “Daddy” again, Lee could feel his new persona fighting to take over. He grit his teeth and tried to battle against it, refusing to lose control over his body again. “N-no,” he grunted. “You better change me back now!”
“You don’t really wanna be changed back, Daddy. You’re very turned on by your new body and you’ll soon find that you’ll love being the daddy of our house.”
At those words, Lee could feel a shiver run down his spine. Despite his inner turmoil, he could feel his hard cock throbbing with want, his new Daddy identity growing stronger by the second. He moaned as the smaller man still rubbed his hairy belly, melting at the other guy’s touch. Every centimeter of his new body was on fire with lust, and the hairs that covered it only amplified every horny sensation. Lee blushed as something as simple as a belly rub sent him close to the edge.
To up the ante, Blue began to play with the altered stud’s pierced nipples, making his moans turn into near shrieks of joy as he toyed with them. “Does Daddy like that?” he teased.
“Y-yeah— I mean, no! No, I…” Lee trailed off, his cock leaking precum like a faucet as he was felt up.
Deep down, the formerly straight stud didn’t want to be some big, gay daddy who was virtually too horny to function. He could also envision himself strolling down the street perpetually without a shirt, his massive dad bod always on full display. He wanted to feel a sense of humiliation at the idea of wearing nothing but a skimpy jockstrap while in the house he’d now call a home.
And what was more concerning to the altered caster was that the more he thought about it, the more turned on he was.
Lee unleashed a loud groan as he came, his load shooting out and landing on his belly and hairy pecs. As he climaxed, the old Lee was quickly pushed down and Daddy took his place.
Daddy’s goatee-framed smirked formed on his handsome face as he panted, his fuzzy pecs heaving. “That was a nice warm-up,” he grunted, eying Blue. “Now it’s time for you to take care of Daddy’s needs like a good boy.”
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Daddy, formerly Lee, fit in seamlessly to the house. Given his new name, he quickly assumed the role of Daddy of the House.
Daddy would often walk around in nothing but the smallest possible jockstrap that he could find, allowing his large cheeks to hang out the back while his nearly constantly hard cock filled the pouch to bursting. His hairy dad bod was always on display for the other guys to lust over, each of them loving to offer him a belly rub or to play with his pierced nipples, turning the usually stern Daddy into a hot, moaning mess.
True to his new persona, Daddy would often times spend his free time in his favorite chair in the living room as he watched football, scratching at his gut or his balls as he watched the game. Whenever he’d feel frisky, he’d call over one of the guys (usually Blue) to come over and sit on his lap. Daddy would squirm and try to stifle a moan as another guy sat on his lap, loving the feeling of another guy’s hands running over his dad bod. It was quickly becoming evident that of all the men in the household, Daddy was by far the horniest and he had the biggest libido. It took the rest of the men taking turns to keep him satirized, each of them loving to bend over and get fucked by him or to suck on his nubby nipples.
All in all, despite his initial hesitation, Daddy loved his new life in the house. From time to time, as he’d be looking into the mirror and admiring his large naked dad bod, a tiny voice in the back of his head would sound off alarm bells. It’d tell him that he shouldn’t have a gut this big. That his nipples shouldn’t be pierced. That he shouldn’t be stomping around wearing nothing but a slutty jockstrap. That he shouldn’t be so turned on by being called “Daddy”. But that voice was usually silenced in a matter of seconds as a cloud of horniness would shroud the stud’s mind, and all he could focus on was getting off.
“Does Daddy want a belly rub?” Blue cooed as he settled in on the larger man’s lap as he sat in his chair watching the game. Without waiting for an answer, the hypnotherapist ran his hands up and down the stud’s hairy frame, loving how Daddy shuddered at the touch, a large wet mark forming on the front pouch of his jockstrap.
Lee Embraces His Daddy Persona
Part 1 │ Part 2 │ Part 3 │ Part 4 │ Part 5
It had been two weeks since Lee was turned into Daddy, molding the formerly straight PokéTuber into a horny man with a sexy dad bod. The normally shy guy now strutted around the house that he shared with Blue, Kevin, Nick, and Wolfey wearing nothing but the skimpiest jockstrap that he could find, his beefy dad bod perpetually on display. He would frequently park himself in his chair in front of the TV, watching football and scratching his hairy belly and unleashing burp after burp as he drank his beer. The stud was a total daddy now, and he emulated every ounce of his new persona with pride.
However, as time ticked on by, Blue thought back to when he’d given Wolfey, Nick, and Kevin the opportunity to decide whether or not they wanted to return to their old lives or if they wanted to remain in their new identities.
Deep down, he loved having Daddy run the house and demand belly rubs and getting sucked off; but Blue couldn’t deny that he wanted to be fair to his new boyfriend too. Therefore, one Friday evening, Blue sat down in the living room while Daddy was lounging in his chair. Wanting to make things go easier on him when he snaps him back to reality, Blue brought Wolfey down with him to help him out.
Blue and Wolfey sat down on the sofa opposite the coffee table; and with his massive, broad frame, Blue was virtually forced to sit on Wolfey because there was almost no space left on the loveseat due to his bodybuilder bulk. Wolfey had just finished up a workout, therefore a large waft of musk emanated off the bodybuilder in waves; and when Wolfey wrapped a thick arm over Blue’s thin shoulders, his musk seeped into Blue’s shirt almost as if he were scent-marking him.
As soon as the game was in halftime, Blue knew that he had a moment to execute his plan. “Hey, Daddy,” he said.
“Hmm?” Daddy grunted, giving his gut a scratch as his eyes stayed glued to the TV. Like the rest of the guys, Daddy still religiously worked out and therefore had his own musky aura. The only difference was that Daddy focused more on arms and chest, giving him a large and heavy top build, complete with his big beer belly. Still, at hearing his tiny-by-comparison boyfriend call him Daddy, the bulge in the front of his tight jockstrap already began to twitch with anticipation. His nubby nipples began to burn with want and he licked his lips excitedly. “What is it, Babe?”
Blue shifted in his seat. “I was hoping to ask how you’ve liking it here so far?” he asked innocently. He already knew that if Lee were in control, then he’d get a tongue lashing. However, he could see how much Daddy loved his new life with the other guys: days filled with eating, lifting, and fucking. It was a paradise for the altered man.
“Eh?” Daddy grunted again, cocking his eyebrow. This time, he finally looked over at Blue, his features softening the smallest bit. His new persona was that of a dom daddy, but he still had a major soft spot for Blue and the other guys, yet he still tried to keep up a tough guy appearance. “S’nice.”
Blue smirked to himself as he readied to bring Lee back to the surface. “Are you sure it’s just ‘Nice’ Daddy?” he teased. “I mean, based off of what I can see, you really enjoy it.” He gestured at the other man’s twitching bulge.
Daddy looked downward at his crotch, but his view was blocked by his hairy beer belly. Instead, he reached around it and fished his hard cock out of the confines of his jockstrap, letting the twitching member bob in the air freely. “Yeah,” he admitted, lifting his arms to form a double biceps pose, his biceps flexing with power. “I guess I do love being your horny, sexy daddy.”
“Just remember that you said that,” Blue grinned, “…Lee.”
On cue, as soon as Daddy heard his real name being uttered by the hypnotherapist, he snapped back to reality. Like he was hit by a semi-truck, the stud jerked back in his seat, his ice blue eyes going wide as the onslaught of new memories filtered in through his frazzled brain.
“Wait…” Lee muttered as his hands explored the large mass that was now his body, paling at the memories of how he’d been living over the past two weeks. The formerly straight stud couldn’t believe that he’d been calling himself “Daddy” and that he’d been participating in, and actively encouraging, an array of sexual acts with the other men in the house. He pictured himself thrusting himself into a moaning Kevin, and then sometimes being the one bent over the bed as someone plowed into his rotund, hairy cheeks. Lee blushed at everything he’d done, but he felt even more humiliated over the fact that he was rock hard at the memories. He could feel his cock bobbing in the air for all to see, and he quickly stuffed it back into his jockstrap, creating a large tent instead.
And worse was that there was a part of himself that looked forward to doing everything all over again— but he quickly told himself that that must’ve been a residual side effect of whatever Blue had done to him.
Blue could see the struggle in the larger man’s eyes, and he couldn’t help but smirk. “Well, Lee, I’m assuming you’d like to know why I hypnotized you?” he playfully asked.
“You hypnotized me…?” Lee asked out loud, his voice disbelieving. Hypnosis was some sort of Hollywood concoction, he’d believed. Yet, the hunk found himself sitting in a house he vaguely recognized, wearing nothing but a skimpy jockstrap. And when he looked down at his body, his heart raced at the sheer amount of weight he’d gained. He could still see his hard-earned muscles, but now he appeared more like an off-season jock as opposed to a lean, proportional guy. His big gut was the most eye-catching part of him, and he gave it a tentative poke, his blush deepening when he felt his already-hard cock twitch at the feeling.
“Yes, Lee,” Blue answered honestly. “However, I mainly used hypnosis to help you come to terms with your true self.”
Lee stared blankly at him.
Blue continued, thinking back to when he’d first seen the hunk at the competition in the UK. “I could sense your discomfort onstage regarding having a little belly,” he explained, going so far as to reach over and run an admiring hand over the crest of Lee’s gut, loving how it sent a shudder through the shocked man. “And truth be told, I thought that you looked really sexy with your budding dad bod. So I figured that I’d do the nice thing and help you embrace the dad bod, per se. And know look at you!”
“Yeah! Look at me!” Lee grunted as he gestured down at his new body. He winced when he felt his big belly jiggle with each movement, yet it took him a second to realize that he’d been rubbing his belly with one hand the whole time he’d been speaking. Even though his face turned cherry red at the realization, he didn’t stop.
“It’s hard not to, Daddy,” Wolfey mused in his deep voice. “You look seriously hot.”
Lee whipped his head over to face the bodybuilder who was his friend from before all of this head on. Before he could grill him, he sniffed at the air and covered his nose. “Bro, you reek,” he groaned.
Wolfey shrugged his broadened shoulders. “I just finished a workout,” he grunted, flexing a bowling ball sized bicep for emphasis. “And by the way, we all kinda stink around here.”
As if to check, Lee sniffed at his own hairy pits, gagging at the thick musk that wafted off them in waves. He could tell from the stench that he still frequented the gym, but he just didn’t pay too much attention to his diet.
And like clockwork, his cock throbbed with desire within the confines of his tight jockstrap. A late, wet mark was forming on the front pouch as it began to leak precum excitedly. He tried his best to ignore the surges of lust that he felt welling up within him.
“But Wolfe, how?” he asked. “How could you possibly be okay with any of this? You were a VGC Champion, not some horny bodybuilder!”
Again, Wolfey shrugged his massive shoulders, his muscles flexing with power from the minuscule movement. “I still am a VGC Champ,” he explained, “I just so happen to also partake in bodybuilding. Trust me, this whole hypnosis thing helped us all be a family: Dr. Blue, Kevin, Nick, me, and even you.”
Lee’s eyes widened at what he heard, fearing that his friend was long gone.
“Besides,” Wolfey went on, “it’s not like I can just snap my fingers and return to my old life. I mean, look at me.” He held his arms out to show off his enormous bodybuilder physique. “And look at you. And based off that tent in the front of your slutty jockstrap, you secretly like it.”
“N-no I don’t,” Lee tried to deny it, but he didn’t even believe his own words. Despite his panic over what he’d been turned into, he couldn’t deny that he was extremely horny. His lust was quickly overpowering his fear, and he felt as if he’d cum at any second the more he rubbed his belly or even by feeling the A/C blow over his nubby nipples. As much as he wanted to deny it, Lee also could’t ignore the protective and dominant instincts that dwelled within him as he thought about the other men whom he’d referred to as his boyfriends. He squirmed in his seat in anticipation.
“And besides, even if the hypnosis was what started it, who cares?” Wolfey asked. “I’m happy.”
“You’re only saying that because of whatever Blue did to you!” Lee accused. “You’re not even the real Wolfe anymore. You’re whatever gay caricature Blue wanted you to be!”
Blue shook his head, getting an idea from seeing Lee try to fight his daddy persona so much. “All I did was help you let down your inhibitions,” he told the struggling Lee. “I think deep down, you’ve come to love your slutty, dom daddy life. Which is why I have a deal for you.”
Lee stopped fidgeting around and eyed the smaller man cautiously. “What kind of a deal?” he reluctantly asked, annoyed at how turned on he felt just by looking at Blue, feeling an urge to shove the smaller guy’s face into the deep crevice of his hairy pecs.
Blue held his hands out in front of himself, signaling that he was speaking with one-hundred percent earnestly. “I’ll let you go, completely erase any traces of the hypnosis from your brain. Then you’ll be free to return to your boring, hetero life. Or…
“I’ll put you back under, and you can go back to being a total daddy. But, in order to sweeten the deal, I’ll even place you as the second in command at the house. That means that, after me, you’ll be in charge of Nick, Kevin, and even Big Wolfey here.” He gestured at the bodybuilder who was popping his pecs, lost in thought. “They will obey your every command, and completely accept you as Daddy of the House. What do you think?”
“I… I don’t want this…” Lee trailed off as he began to think over Blue’s offer.
A part of himself wanted to return to his old life, where he had his usual PokéTuber friends online and where he posted regular content on his channel for his viewers to watch. However, a larger, growing part of himself told him to accept the offer to become Daddy. As much as he tried to fight against it, he couldn’t deny the surging lust inside of himself, the part that longed to fuck the other guys in the house and to get fucked by them in turn. And the more he thought about them, the more he considered them family. They weren’t just some faceless names that popped up onto a screen, they were here with him. And he was their Daddy.
Plus, Lee had no idea what he’d do with his new dad bod if he were to return to his old life; so that made a pretty big difference in his decision.
“Fine,” Lee sighed. “I’ll go back under.”
Blue fought back his smirk, knowing that he’d won. “Okay then,” he grinned from ear-to-ear, “…Daddy.”
As soon as the name left the hypnotherapist’s lips, Lee felt his old self being shoved down into a small box deep within his psyche. He could see, feel, and hear everything around him, but he could also sense a larger, much more powerful entity taking over as Daddy reassumed control of his altered body.
Daddy couldn’t help but let out a loud belch as he scratched at his beer belly. He turned to glare at Blue. “Boy, don’t you ever turn me back into my pushover, straight self again,” he barked, that daddy dominance drenching every word he uttered. “Ya hear me?”
Blue giggled. “Yes, Daddy.”
Daddy motioned with his finger for Blue to approach. “C’mere,” he grunted in his gruff voice, a playful growl audible in it.
Blue took only a few tiny steps forward before Daddy got out of his seat and roughly grabbed him by the back of the head. He pulled the smaller man closer to him, causing him to tumble against his massive dad bod. Daddy shivered as he could feel the hypnotherapist’s hands against his hairy chest, and he leaned down to heatedly make out with Blue.
Of course Daddy was the dominant one in the make out session, exploring every crevice of Blue’s mouth with his tongue. He pulled back only to gesture at Wolfey.
“You too, get in here and take care of Daddy,” he ordered.
The bodybuilder shot off the couch and immediately dropped down to his knees with a loud thud. He leaned forward and, using just his mouth, tore Daddy’s jockstrap down to the floor. The dominant man’s throbbing seven inches was unsheathed, and Wolfey eagerly swallowed it whole. He couldn’t prevent his loud moans from echoing out as he sucked off the newly minted Daddy, even reaching up to fondle his large, baseball-sized balls.
Blue loved to see the man in front of him melt into a puddle of lustful goo, so he began to run his hands up and down the stud’s hairy chest. He paid special attention to the large, nubby nipples of his, eliciting loud, slutty moans from Daddy.
In between his bellowing moans, Daddy called up to the other men upstairs. “Nick! Kevin! Get your asses down here!” he roared.
Obeying the Daddy of the House, as Blue had promised, Nick and Kevin scampered out of their rooms as soon as they were given instructions. They both hurried down the stairs and immediately got to work.
Nick placed both of his hands on Wolfe’s wide waist, lining up his already oozing cock with the bodybuilder’s tight hole. He slowly entered before beginning to pick up speed, the both of them moaning loudly. As Nick thrusted into the bigger man, all of Wolfey’s impressive muscles bounced due to the pounding his bubble butt was receiving.
Kevin, being the first one to be hypnotized by Blue and therefore the bravest, went behind Daddy. At first, he placed his throbbing head right at the crevice of Daddy’s hairy cheeks, teasing the other man as he still made out with Blue. His lust overpowering him, Daddy felt himself thrusting his ass backwards to completely engulf the other man’s large cock.
Daddy moaned like a slut as he impaled himself on Kevin’s cock, doing most of the work as he bucked and rolled his hips with expert precision. He then dropped to his hands and knees and hungrily fished Blue’s cock out of his pants before taking it into his mouth.
Despite getting stuffed both ways, Daddy was still in charge. The way he moved his booty let Kevin know that he was taking charge in their heated fuck; and he sucked Blue’s dick like a pro, leaving the hypnotherapist nearly cross-eyed. Deep down as he watched from within his trapped psyche, Lee realized that he loved this and might have always wanted to be a slutty daddy. After all, even when he’d been brought back to the surface, he’d been incredibly turned on by the other men and the way his body had felt.
Lee loved being Daddy, and he didn’t ever want to go back to his old life.
“Mmmmm!” Daddy groaned as he came, both Kevin and Blue also cumming simultaneously. As he was filled from both ends, Daddy’s eyes glazed over and he happily swallowed all that Blue had unleashed into his mouth.
“…damn,” was all Blue could get out as he leaned against the wall, struggling to catch his breath as he felt like he’d just blown the largest load of his life.
Daddy stood up and wrapped a loving arm around the smaller guy’s waist. “Who’s your daddy?” he chuckled before pressing a chaste kiss to the other man’s cheek, his goatee prickling Blue’s skin.
“You,” Blue laughed, running his hand up and down Daddy’s belly. It wasn’t long until the other man was rock hard again, and ready for the next round.