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Holiday Special: The Twelve Months of Transformation

[Part 6 of 12]

June

The next day Nick woke up earlier. For the first time in his life he felt groggy and heavy. It was difficult trying to get the energy to get out of bet. And, then there was the pain from his lower back.

He looked at his reflection and noticed his skin started looking older. More wrinkled and weathered by life. He wasn't sure if it was all in his head but it looked like he gain more weight overnight. He sighed, Hopefully I get some answers, today.

Nick sat in the doctor's office. As his doctor walked in.

"Nick is that you?" The doctor asked shocked. You both didn't want to say it, but you now looked older than the doctor.

"Yeah, Doc. This is the new change I was talking about." Nick slapped his gut. "The changes stopped since the last time I saw you, and everything was fine. But, literally overnight I just gained 30 lbs of fat."

"I'm sorry you are going through this." The doctor said. But, in his tone hid the fact that he wasn't surprised.

"So, doc, can you tell me what's going on with me?" Nick, asked.

"It's complicated. Everything came back negative. For all intents and purposes internally your as healthy as a 20 year old athlete." The doctor explained.

Nick laughed in disbelief and his small belly jiggled. "That's hilarious. Look at me... look... this is not healthy. What's happening is not normal." Nick started becoming more agitated.

"Nick calm down. I agree with you. Something is happening. Just not something with your health." The doctor rose his voice in an attempt to silence Nick. "It has to do with your genetic."

"What do you mean." Nick said his anger interrupted with confusion.

"After the result came back, your case still intrigued me. It's nothing I've ever seen before. So, I sent a DNA sample to a colleague you works more in experimental genetics." The doctor began to explain. "And, what he found defies everything we know."

At that point another doctor walks into the room an, elderly man. "Hello, Nick I am Dr. Paulak. Your case is quite intriguing." The old man began pulling out paper work and handing it to Nick. Nick began reading it. It was results and information from multiple DNA test.

"What is all this, Nick asked."

"Dr. Freeman is correct. Medically there is nothing wrong with. You are as healthy as a man younger than your actual age. But, there are some very strange anomalies that cause your body to act very different from an average person."

"Please, just tell me. What's going on with me." Nick pleaded, tried of the doctor skirting around the issue.

"Okay, okay... it's seems like your cells have an ability and need to store massive amounts of energy. In fact your body seems to see this as the main goal of it's function. This can explain your aging appearance but the fact is you are still as healthy as a race horse. Your body seems to have drained the energy keeping your skin and hair youthful and began storing that, as energy, for this transformation process, you are going through, to start."

"There's no way to reverse this?" Nick's heart dropped. "What about the weight gain. Why am I getting fatter, now all of sudden?"

"That can be explained too. As your body continues to transform into this energy saver, for a lack of a better word, it seems your body is even more skilled at storing the nutrients and fats of everything you eat. Meaning it's hard for you to lose weight because now even the healthiest foods are somewhat fattening." The doctor continued to explain. "In fact as this transformation continues, your body is gonna have the need to eat more in order to meet its needs to store energy."

"So, what are your telling me, I'm going to get fatter and theirs nothing I can do about it." Nick yelled.

"I'm afraid, so." The doctor simply replied allowing Nick to sit in silence and think.

"What is this energy even for? You keep saying my body is taking all of my youth and the food I eat for energy, what's the point." Nick asked just trying to understand.

"As for that, we don't know." Dr. Freeman spoke up.

"I don't even feel full of energy. Today, I felt so drained. So much for all this energy my body is storing." Nick cried.

"Well that's happening for two reasons," Dr. Pualak started up again. "Firstly, It could be your not eating enough, to meet your new bodies needs. Now, I'm not condoning you eat more. It up to you. The second reason is... it seems your body has a genetic depositions for a hibernation cycle of sorts. It seems like during winter your body might be more active. As summer approaches, you are at the peak of your hibernation state. That explains why you are feeling so tired. As winter approaches again you should start feeling better."

"There's gotta be something you can do. Hormones I can take. Things I can do." Nick sat down defeated.

"As of now, there is nothing we can do. Unless there were others that share your strange syndrome. Then we can start cross examining the data and narrow down something that could stop or cure this. Do any of your family members share any of these effects?" Dr. Paulak asked.

Nick just shook his head. "No, my mom's family are normal. Some cases of cancer, diabetes, but nothing like this."

"What about your father." Dr. Paulak asked.

"I don't know, I've never known him or his family. He left before I was born." Nick got a bit irritated thinking about the fact that he could have inherited this from his father. A man the he never met or cared about. A man that abandoned him and his mom.

"Well maybe you can start there?" Dr. Freeman stepped in. "You can ask your mother and update us if you find out more. Until than take it easy. If you need we know a therapist thst handles these types of cases."

"What there are othesr like me!? But, you just said..." Nick asked confused.

"Not exactly like you... But, people that have found themselves in a new body, one way or the other."

The doctors gave Nick the card to the therapist. And, he left back to his home. He got some answers but he was heartbroken he didn't have any solutions.

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Everything was happening so fast. This year was to much for Nick to handle. As May went on, he fell into denial. Those doctors are crazy. Talking about people being put into new bodies. They sound like some cracked mad scientist. They don't know what they are talking about. I'm going to be better in no time. Nick talked to himself.

But as the month past, he felt more tired. He gained more weight. The age difference between him and his friends were becoming more apparent. He started ghosting them. He hung out more with his boss and his new older friends. He was able to relate to them more. "I was jealous of you there for awhile. Glad your gaining weight like the rest of us." His boss admitted. Nick didn't care at this point. He was defeated. He just smiled and laughed it off.

The guys at the gym started making fun of his weight gain. Saying he was starting to look more his age. And, that it was sad to see age get the best of him.

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There was one last hope to fix this, Nick thought. Maybe his dad or his dad's family could shed light on his situation. But,, first he had to talk to his mom. Through all of this, he kept his mom blind to what was happening. Hoping he could fix it on his own. But, now with no cure he knew he had to come clean. He called up his mom like he had always done. "Hey, mom month when I go back home to visit you for your birthday... there's gonna be something different about me. I just want to give you a heads up."

"Oh, sweetie what's going on. You sound like your in trouble. Now, matter what it is you can tell me." His mom's warm voice made him feel safe. Tears ran down his face.

Nick cried as he began to speak, "I'm an old man now."

His mom laughed, "Sweetie you're barely 35. You have a lot of life left ahead of you."

"No mom, I'm really an old man." Nick took a picture and sent it to her. He was getting frustrated that she didn't believe him.

"Oh, sweetie stop playing with those apps. But, that is a realistic photo edit. You got me worried for a bit. You always try so hard on your pranks." His mom laughed.

Nick realized the only way to prove it to her was to just wait and show her in person. Hopefully she wouldn't freak out. And, better yet maybe she had answers to some of his questions about his father.

(Shout out to @thegreatstoryteller his TF Therapy series has inspired me to turn this one story idea into a series)

Holiday Special: The Twelve Months of Transformation

[Part 7 of 12]

July

As Nick went well into July, He couldn't recognize the man he used to be anymore. It was more than the half way point of the year. He lost his friend because it was weird for an old man to be hanging out with a bunch of 30's, going to clubs, hiking, etc. His body couldn't even keep up anymore, like he was able to just a few months ago.

His friend now consisted of his boss, and the other older guys at the business club, and the baker from down the street. He already started looking older and fatter than his boss, at this point. His boss stopped treating him like a young man a long time ago. Instead his boss viewed him, as a slightly older man than himself. He started to look up to Nick as a role model.

As, head of sales and distribution , Nick started to find joy in his work. He was good at it. Making sure these were delivered on time gave him a sense of accomplishment. Something he could finally control. His new office was filled with people that never knew hunky 35 year old Nick. Instead all his staff knew him as a portly mid 50s to early 60s man. They treated him with respect, by always calling him Mr. Winters. And, he was a good boss. He tried to make the work environment fun. Alway, leaving gifts for people's birthdays and having weekly staff bonding games and parties.

Nick gave up on trying to stay fit. He tried to stay on a diet, but it wasn't working out. The first couple of days he felt sick. He had no energy, was grumpy, and his stomach constantly screamed for food. As, he began to eat more he became more energetic and jolly.

It felt good finally allowing himself to binge on food. He spent years trying to stay fit. But. It didn't matter, anymore. Because no matter what he did, now, he was going to end up fat. It was like all the weight was lifted off his shoulders and land on his belly.

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In the last week of July, Nick took the 6 hour drive to visit his mom for her birthday. The fear and anger about his situation slowly began melting a way. Because, there was nothing he could do at this point.

It was becoming a tighter fit, in his car, even with the car seat pushed all the way back. Even his 3 day travel bag was strained carrying his bigger clothes and snacks. Nick body constantly felt hungry and if he went to long with out eating he would feel tired and cranky. Another bag of snacks sat on the front seat. It was filled with cookies, chips, beef jerky, candy. He had multiple liters of Coca Cola on the floor of the passenger seat.

He finally made it to his mother's house and knocked door. His mom was thrown off guard as she saw this big older man, at the door.

"Hi Mom!" He says going to give his mom a hug. His belly squeezed against her.

It took a moment to realize what was happening, but his mother replied, "Nick is that you?"

Nick was a bit surprised his mom wasn't freaking out, but he just laughed. His belly jiggling in the process. "Yeah, I wasn't lying I'm an old fat man, now." Nick patted his belly.

Over the weekend, the two spent time together. They went to the store and out to eat. Nick found every excuse to buy his mom something. He enjoyed making her happy and spending time with family. He even decided to not ask her about his father, because what was the point. There was nothing that could be done anyways.

On the other side, Nick's mom worried for her son. She knew the truth. Sadness filled her eyes, everytime she stared at him. The night before he left he heard her crying in her room.

Nick's heart broke and walked in carring a cup of Hot Cocoa to cheer her up. "Mom what is it? Are you sad because of my transformation... because you don't have to be. I'm okay with it, honestly." Nick tried comforting her.

She wiped the tears from her eyes, "Damn your just like your father... Nick, I have to tell you something about your father." Nick's heart raced, he wasn't expecting this conversation but, he just nodded.

"Your father is... Santa Clause. And, based on your transformation it means he's dead."

Nick dropped the Hot Cocoa, the mug shattering on the floor. His mind raced, as his mom informed him of all the missing details.

After another day at his mom's home, Nick drove home his head still spinning trying to grasp the weight of what she said and what this all meant.

Holiday Special: The Twelve Months of Transformation

[Part 8 of 12]

August

Nick could not shake everything he learned. His life was never gonna be the same. He was paralyzed with information and his life went on hold, as he sorted out his thoughts. The man he never knew but spent his whole life time hating, just changed in his head. All the Christmas presents that said from Santa, really coming from his dad. They were always exactly what he wanted.

As, the month went on all Nick could think about was everything his mother told him of his father and the life they lived together.

His father and mother knew each other from a young age. They went to the same schools. They hung out worh the same friends. They began dating in high-school. Before they left off to college, they already got married. Life was perfect and they were in love like the first day they met. What they wanted above all else was to have a child. Nick's father wanted to be a dad, since he himself was raised without a father.

But, when they both turned 25, the changes started to take affect. They both grew concerned because of what was happening to Nick's father.

His father, learned the truth over time. That his family are the descendants of the original Santa Claus. There must always be a man in the family that takes up the mantle of Santa Claus, if something should happen to the one currently in the role.

Nick realized his life would never be the same, again in a couple of months. He would never be able to live his life, as he planned. He would be up in the north pole as an observer to the world and no longer a participant. It was up to him to be a beacon of hope and good cheer. He wasn't sure if he was ready for this role. But, he knew, deep down, it was a role he had to take no matter if he liked or not. It would be selfish not, too. The world need a Santa Cluas.

Look Your Age

Monty can't believe how old his followers think he is! After stewing on it all morning he finds himself not minding the extra years as time goes on at a breakneck pace. Age Progression/Bear TF with a less prominent Persian RC on top!

For anyone who missed it I announced participants in my 2k Follower Challenge! Got some writers with extensive catalogues and others who are fresher on the scene, check them out! As ever, I hope you enjoy this story! -Occam

Monty was trying not to let the thousands of twitter gays clamoring in his replies get to him. He just posted a thirst trap with a cute caption about going back to uni for the semester only for hordes of faceless profiles to swoop in on him like vultures unto carrion. He didn’t even mention his age in the post! So why are there dozens upon dozens of interaction-bait threads suggesting he looks half a decade older than he is. Looking for an upside, the adage of all press being good press floats to the top of his mind as he sees the post continuing to garner heat before he sets his phone down and gets on with his day.

“Maybe I can flip this into opening an OnlyFans?” He muses to himself quietly as he moves to start making breakfast. At twenty he’s well above the age to post on there. Though not nearly as old as those cretins suggest! He considers he’d better cash in while he still looks young, “I mean fuck! Where do they get off!?” Unable to tear his mind away from his still pinging phone he checks it one last time as he opts to toss it into a fully different room. On the way he reads the top reply now reads, from @twunklckr: nahh he’s 25 atleast lmaooo look at that body hair n muscle def

He clicks his tongue before throwing his phone on the bed. Sure his mustache makes him look a little older, and he has pit hair like literally any guy over 18, but his chest is fully hairless and his skin is smooth! He ignores the urge to scrub the thirst trap pixel by pixel looking for anything out of place before remembering that he left the stove running. So he instead turns the other cheek and returns to the kitchen, striving to stand above any perceived haters. His steps are ever so slightly heavier as he returns, his decidedly present pecs bounce with more gusto than he recalls them doing before at every stride. Monty half smiles as he thinks of the second half of that tweet, he’s always been quite the twink; but if some rando on twitter is complimenting his build, regardless of his implications, that time at the gym must be paying off.

Cracking eggs into a bowl Monty throws himself fully into his cooking and is finally able to remove his mind from the cause célèbre of his twitter feed. Though as soon as he realizes that he’s successfully distracted himself, he wants to pat himself on the back and immediately returns his mind to the cesspit of drama. Rather than chiding his naysayers though, he congratulates himself on being the bigger man. “Guess I’m finally acting my age!” He says to himself with a wink as he starts bacon on a pan. Even yesterday he’s sure he’d fully be on his phone replying to faceless profiles all day, guess now that he’s 24 he’s a whole new man!

The thought flies through his mind with no issue. He scratches at his chest paying no heed that there is simply more mass hanging there for everyone to appreciate. Nor does he notice hair beginning to pepper the whole of his chest. Nipples widening as itchy recently shaved curls begin to blanket his weightier pecs. Monty simply hums to himself as his arms grow veinier while scrambling eggs and maneuvering bacon in the pan. Stretching his shoulders as they widen and leaning back as his hitherto tight abs begin to grow thicker layers of muscle he shouts as bacon grease begins to pop out of the pan onto his shirtless torso. “Fuck! Why am I cooking shirtless!”

Recoiling as his breakfast begins to fight back, Monty notices not that his voice has ever-so slightly deepened. Instead his ears are drawn to a tearing sound that issues from his underwear. There is an unmissable hole torn just under the waistband of his briefs, and the cause is immediately clear. His cock has grown to absolutely fill his underwear, feeling himself up he is shocked to find himself not even beginning to chub, his cock has almost doubled in size without being erect in the slightest. Though that is changing as he starts to appraise his body’s apparent new details. Reaching over the burning pan he grimaces but stays strong as his arms too are burned by oil. It’s nothing compared to the glee of seeing his new defined forearms and intense biceps.

Feeling as if he’s in a waking dream, Monty rubs his hands up his row of unmistakable abs and pulls at the hair now decorating his pecs. He then pops them just to see if he can and blushes as he sees them do so with ease, his cock is similarly bouncing as it begins to push his briefs off. Despite his newfound maturity Monty immediately runs to his bedroom to update his followers, this is absolutely a body that people would shell out cash for. His eyes glaze past his bio now labeling himself 24 and instead return to the thirst trap he posted earlier.

His mouth is agape and his face burns with embarrassment as he sees he posted a picture of himself with his cock basically out. Stammering as he races to delete it Monty quickly changes his mind as he sees how much more traction this post has received. “Oh fuck…” He whispers to himself as his chest and cock both puff up with his pride. 

Monty bites his lip as he sees post after post praising his new body. Beginning to feel himself up to the praise from his apparent adoring fans, his moans grow deeper as he feels pleasure more intense than ever before, he is just as soon thrown off course yet again. Punching the bed Monty again sees people talking about his age, “What is up with these fuckers! Why are they obsessed with how old I look, talk about my dickkk!” 

His thicker brows furrow as he finds a trending thread saying no way he’s twenty four. His fingers hovering over his keyboard preparing to tear into the poster he instead skips to the first reply from @HungIrani: persian men just look oldr XD dadash pbbly had to start shaving before he could drive lmaooo- fckin hot tho 

Monty squints his eyes at this, Persian? He’s not? He’s fully white, unmistakably white. Gets sunburned on cloudy days white. Aimlessly scrolling through tweets once more he clicks on that thread specifically and finds himself in a rabbit hole of people hypothesizing about his cultural identity as well as his age. Landing on 25 quickly enough, which Monty lets slide as being close enough, he can’t help but focus on their assigning him a persian identity. How could they know that? It’s fully a picture of his torso.

His uh white torso? Monty’s mind struggles to produce images of his parents as they change in his mind. Growing older as their pesar does, rapidly becoming immigrants who moved to America before Monty was born. He rubs his face in confusion and grimaces as he finds it suddenly overtaken by stubble. He does need to shave pretty often to stay hairless, or rather he would if he tried. His dad certainly always had facial hair growing up, to say nothing of body hair that was like a pelt.

Rubbing his face quickly shifts to scratching at the stubble he didn’t even notice he had as it continues to grow thicker and darker. The mustache he’s always stubbornly held onto now perfectly matches the wiry hairs growing up his cheeks and those now burying his jawline. Staining as onyx black as the dense persian forest on his head. Monty ignores how he now self-assigns himself the Persian identity as his mind trails to the still pressing pressure in his briefs. Promptly he tears them off and releases his beast, now surrounded by thick dark curls that he’s not seen on his hairiest hook-up. Cock unfurled, he leans back and languishes in his new body, his phone still vibrating with every reply and like that only drives him further towards ecstasy.

Mehdi’s bed frame creaks underneath him as likes continue to stream in. Settling into his new identity both as a Persian prince and a newly twenty five year old. The extra year puts a good deal more meat on his bones. His biceps bloat with strength as his hands rub through his sweaty treasure trail, the thicket of curls swiftly spread across his widening torso. Abs that in his mind he’s always diligently endeavored to maintain are suddenly hidden behind a growing gut that issues forth with a moan that resounds deeper from his heavy chest. His pecs bloat larger as hair spreads out from his nipples and up towards his never shaven neck.

One meatier hand rubs his new powerful gut, healthy weight layered over dense muscle that he spends a good chuck of time strengthening. The other hand grabs behind his thick neck onto his sturdy headboard, exposing a jungle of sweaty pit hair that Mehdi can’t help but turn to indulge in. He takes a deep breath and murmurs with delight at how every inch of him is becoming more virile, more masculine, more powerful with each passing moment. Each increasing year. Feeling his broader cock bob untouched, Mehdi’s glazed over eyes are again drawn to the flashing notifications on his phone. Someone launched a poll in his thirst trap on his age and “Not a day under 30” is running away with the contest.

He doesn’t let it bother him, so what if he looks a year or two older. 27 is just one of those ages, he thinks as hair grows thick in the center of his chest. Playing with his pec as his beard itches denser and lengthens into a clearly defined point off his masculine chin, he reconsiders. He’s not 27 is he? Clenching his eyes shut  as his head feels full and his thoughts slow down. Didn’t he just turn 28? Curls inch up his meaty forearms and begin to cover his biceps with fur. Likewise as he rubs his sculpted beard in thought his chest hair begins spreading upwards to conquer his shoulders. Smirking at how hot he looks in his reflection he remembers when he first started getting hair on his back. It was last year at 29. 

Mehdi grimaces as he remembers his fans complaining about how hairy he was getting, how much weight he was putting on. As if he fucking cared. He was a man. He was powerful. He wasn’t about to let the thirsty twinks or jealous twunks get him to feel bad about his appearance. Holding his thirst trap in his mind his hands rub down the jungle of curls now trailing the entire front of his body before beginning to explore the densest tangle around his cock. It is not long before they find themselves wrapped around his still expanding package, one that is rapidly bringing him into the new world of pleasure. His dominant hand clenches itself around his larger cock allows while the other struggles to cup his massive balls. 

Hearing his phone still blowing up he groans as the distraction prevents himself from truly enjoying the exploration of his new body. Er, well he’s always been this hot. Still it’s his first day in his thirties and he wanted some time to himself away from his reply guys and rather than just silencing his phone he decides to leave it once more and go to take a bath. Checking one last time, Mehdi is instantly reminded why he needs some me time as he sees a notif form @BetterBearlieveIt: dnt know why hes lying about his age, girl we know ur 35

Rolling his eyes, Mehdi grunts as he feels a bit bloated on the way to his bath. His deeper voice rumbles as he makes his way into the bathroom and starts the tub steaming. Looking in the mirror he smirks and is barely able to make out his mouth under his uncannily thick beard. He rubs his bloated stomach as it bulges larger. Thankfully he’s torn off his underwear long ago or his significantly larger waist would have surely blown them off with a good deal of fanfare. 

He poses in the mirror, making sure he appreciates every angle his body can muster. Mehdi’s always looked older than he is, but he feels confident he finally looks his age, and 33 doesn’t look bad on him. Pausing a second he laughs and blushes, not that one could see it under the majestic beard. He just turned 35! He winks at himself as his powerful stomach shakes with laughter, must be looking pretty good if he himself thought he was two years younger than he actually is.

His bath finally drawn Mehdi gets in. After embarrassingly finding it far too full for his powerful new form with water spilling out and soaking his bathroom floor he throws a towel down and gets to relaxing. Mehdi delights in the boiling water dancing across each and every curl of hair and sensual curve of his soaking body. He rubs his hands through his pubes as the water struggles to penetrate the curls and smirks as his cock pokes out above the waterline, immediately stimulated beyond belief. Steam curls above the bath and condensation immediately soaks every surface it can latch onto as Mehdi’s deep moans echo through his apartment. 

His mind finally free from the concerns of social media, Mehdi finds himself delighting in every tantalizing inch of his new larger body. His calloused hands dance across every curl, pull his own beard and twist his larger nipples as his musk infuses the dense air with his masculine scent. Every breath brings him deeper into a trancelike discovery of impossible new delights that his aged self can offer him. Away from his phone Mehdi isn’t aware of how discourse on his age has continued to progress.

Eyes shut in steamy reverie, nor does he see the white hairs beginning to speckle his beard. His jungles of body hair similarly suddenly begin to shift to salt and pepper as estimated ages continue to tick up in his replies. It’s of no matter to him of course, he’s well past the age where he is concerned with what his followers think of him. Let alone whatever age they perceive him to be. Decades past in fact he laughs as smile lines creep across his eyes. After loosing a few loads in his bathwater Mehdi thinks it time to get out before the whole pool grows milky. 

Taking a shower to rinse off he groans as he stands to his new height. Almost two hundred pounds heavier as he smiles at himself in his slowly revealed reflection in the still steam-covered mirror. Popping his pecs and flexing his biceps he’s chuffed as ever at how well he’s kept it tight despite the years. Chubbing up again as he sees water drip through his curls. Mehdi throws a towel around his waist as he wanders out of the bathroom, a cloud of steam and his own musk trailing in his wake. He grumbles as he walks around the apartment, deep enigmatic sounds that only make sense to a man of his wizened age. Each step fills his mind with years of experiences as his trip back to his bedroom becomes a speeding trip down memory lane.

Months spent at the gym, countless flings with men of every walk of life, making money off his ever in demand body. He walks with his arms behind his body and feels every tight muscle bulge larger with every new experience that is apparently under his belt. Mehdi sits down with a grunt on his bed, the frame of which creaks from just the daily wear and tear from a man of his prodigious size. He’s unconcerned with water still dripping from his thick beard as he grabs his phone and throws on his readers. Though perpetually unbothered by the predilections and discourse that always fills his replies, Mehdi can’t help but look to see what they’re arguing about today. 

He laughs and laughs as he sees the petty mess his latest thirst trap has stirred up. Hearty laughter fills his bedroom and joy burns clear on his face as he sees people arguing about how old he is. The most popular among them suggesting he’s 40! Mehdi is beside himself as he sees these clueless men arguing that he’s so much younger than he actually is. You’d think the grey hairs would give it away but Mehdi’s certainly not complaining. He's quite happy to at be perceived about as young a bear of his esteem can be.

Drying off completely, Mehdi feels his cock stirring yet again at his audience’s needless flattery. Opening his camera roll he looks for something special to post to keep them at the edge of their seats. Looking at his reflection right now he thinks again, why not make something fresh for them. After all, he’d love to show them what all these years of experience has to offer. He smirks and pats his powerful stomach, wondering just how he is going to show himself off. How he’s going to keep them coming back for more just as he has done countless times before.

Do you have a daddy maker? I’d like to use it on my friend, who doesn’t know I have a huge crush on him; and use the himbo maker on myself so we can be the ultimate couple.

You and your friend are hanging out, chatting and watching TikToks, when he suddenly gets a text from a number with the name “Daddy_mkr.” You manage to turn away as he opens the message.

Daddy_mkr: Man, where’s your beer and cigar? At our age, we need our little pleasures.

Your friend’s body bulks up as decades pile onto him and you watch in awe. Around you, his basement suite transforms into the media centre in a suburban house. His suburban house. A Queen CD plays on the surround sound system. Your friend finds a beer at his elbow and a lit cigar in his hand. He takes a puff as he receives another text.

Daddy_mkr: Glad you’ve embraced your freaky side! Nothing like a slutty daddy.

As his shirt vanishes, you can see your friends nipple rings on full display. He grins at you and pops his pecs, making them dance. The smell of sweat fights with the scent of your friend’s cigar and the aroma of the leather pants he always wears. You suddenly remember that his house always smells like this, which keeps your cock half-hard anytime you’re here.

Daddy_mkr: Don’t tease your bois! Stick him in your pit and make him a real himbo!

With a grunt, your friend heaves his bulk from the corner of the couch and lands firmly on top of you. You find your face buried in his pit hair, and as you breathe in his musk, your body lights up with pleasure. Your muscles bulk up, your hair lightens, and you grow a beard in imitation of your Daddy. Your thoughts slow to a crawl, but that’s okay. You’re happy knowing that Daddy’s in charge and you’re his eager, horny himbo.

Want to chat with the Himbo Maker? He loves to twist your words, so be careful what you're asking for.

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.

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.

Daddification is so so hot, thank you for your stories!

Thanks for the kind message. What a good boy <3

You definitely deserve a reward for telling me exactly what you like. Can you feel it? Your body is filling with masculine power, speeding through the years until you reach true maturity. You're getting thicker all over, with black, wiry hair soon to follow. Manscaping is for weaklings, you know that it's a sign of real masculinity to have your burly body covered in a thick, sweaty pelt of hair.

You should probably take off those pants, they're getting way too small for your bulging thighs and fat ass. Yeah, you were always wearing an overstuffed jockstrap. Hold on, you should feel the confidence rush in in just a moment. There you go, that's the sexy smoulder I wanted to see. Your beard and hard, masculine features really sell it. I can just imagine you whispering to me in Arabic, feeling your deep voice through my whole body as I bury my face in that greasy chest hair. You know that real men only wash once a week.

Thank you, Daddy

Bull

(Original story posted August 10th 2021) Minor Edits and Corrections!

Eric couldn’t help but stare as he watched a huge hairy bear of a man pass by him. All his life he’d wanted to look like that. Big and manly with impressive muscles and body hair from head to toe. Yet he felt like he was cursed to look like a skinny twink. It’s not that he thought he wasn’t good looking or anything. He pulled off the boyish twink look incredibly well and had been hit on by tons of other gay men in the past. But despite that something just never felt right. Like deep down he couldn’t help feeling as though this wasn’t who he was.

He sighed, watching the bearish brute strode away. He then looked down at his own smooth and skinny form. Eric hung his head in silence for a moment, looking down into the lake he was sitting beside. “Maybe one day...” Eric mumbled to himself while kicking his feet in the water slightly. He’d tried for years to get bigger by going to the gym and eating better but his body hardly ever changed not to mention he hadn’t ever been to grow body hair to save his life. Who was he kidding? He was never gonna look like that guy.

Once he’d finished mopping around, Eric got up and headed into the public restroom to relieve himself. It was a single person restroom so he was able to lock it from the outside door.

Once he’d finished up and washed his hands, Eric was about to leave when he noticed something he hadn’t seen when he walked in. On the back of the exit door to the restroom hung a red speedo. Eric could’ve sworn it wasn’t there when he’d locked the door earlier and yet there it was now. Out of curiosity he grabbed the speedo to take a look.

Upon closer examination, he realised that the speedo felt slightly damp, like someone had been sweating in them. He pulled the speedo up to his nose and was greeted by a powerful musky smell that only a real man could produce. a scent so strong and potent it could hypnotise even the straightest of men.

Despite the desire to dig his nose back into the fabric, Eric found himself mesmerised by the letters on the crotch area of the speedo that spelled out the word “BULL” the word repeated over and over in his mind as the speedo got a grip on him. Before he knew it, Eric found himself pulling the speedo over his head in a way that allowed the crotch to engulf his nose before starting to remove his clothes. Kicking off his shoes and socks, throwing off his t-shirt and pulling down his shorts and underwear all while hugging on the overpowering smell. Then once he was nude, as if on auto pilot, Eric reluctantly pulled the Speedo away from his face and yanked on as fast as he could. Quickly securing it around his crotch and backside even if it was a tad bit loose.

Suddenly, Eric’s body began to heat up. Slowly but surely he started to grow larger. His legs bulked up into thick trunks as his feet grew sizes upon sizes bigger. His chest and abdomen grew larger and thicker as strong abs and pecs began to take form. His shoulders blew-up into thick masses as his biceps and triceps started to bulge with newfound power while his hands grew larger and fatter. The speedo began to fit Eric perfectly as his ass grew thick and juicy with muscle. On the other hand his cock extended from a 5 inch hard to a 9 inch, becoming thicker and thicker while his balls grew fatter and fuller.

As Eric’s face began to slightly reshape itself, his hair receded into a much shorter cut. This was swiftly followed by a mass of body hair beginning to grow across his body leaving him with hairy buff legs, hairy forearms, a furry stomach and a beautiful pelt of hair spread across his chest. Eric also gained a larger bush above his cock while his plump butt gained a generous layer of hair. Last but certainly not least, Eric’s face started to itch as hair began to poke through forming stubble which swiftly grew into a beard. One that swiftly grew thicker and thicker until he looked like the perfect hairy muscle daddy.

Eric slowly came out of whatever trance he was in, looking down at his new and improved body before letting out a scream that now sounded more like a deep roar with his new voice. Eric was in total shock but despite that he couldn’t help but feel extremely horny as he looked into the mirror above the sink to see what looked to still be himself but transformed into the complete daddy he’d always wished he was.

He wasted no time feeling up every inch of his new body before whipping out his new massive cock that had been straining the speedo. Eric wrapped a large hand around his thick new daddy dick and began pumping it enthusiastically. Moaning in a deep baritone as he did. “Oh fuuuuuuck yeeah I’m such a fuuckin daddy hunk!” He proclaimed to himself while rubbing his chest hair before he flexed his free arm in the mirror. “Ooooooh yeeeeaaahh FUCK!!” He gripped his dick harder as he jerked off furiously, feeling the intense pleasure build up. “I’m such a fucking DADDY!” He roared! “I’m such a… FU-FUCKING… **BULL!**” And with that final word a fountain of cum came rushing from Eric’s cock. Splattering the mirror and himself with ridiculous amounts of it as he drained his new bull balls completely.

Eric must’ve spent at least another 20 minutes locked in the restroom checking himself out before he finally decided to head out. As he stood at the shore of the lake, only in the speedo after leaving his old clothes behind, he couldn’t help but feel happy knowing that he now had that body that he felt comfortable in.

‘Hope whoever goes into that restroom next doesn’t mind the mess I left in there’ Eric thought to himself with a small chuckle.

Eduardo was in Miami for a business conference, which would help to propel his career at the massive company he worked at. During his free time, the forty-five year old stud decided that he’d take some advantage of the shining sun and lie out poolside.

The older man put on a pair of swim trunks and lounged on one of the chairs, closing his eyes as his skin soaked up the Vitamin D. He wasn’t oblivious to the stares of some of the other hotel guests, which he didn’t exactly mind so long as the admirers were women. Although he was older, Eduardo took great care of his body. He worked out religiously and watched his diet like a hawk, giving the middle aged man an impressive and muscular body that everyone drooled over. 

However, Eduardo noticed some young skinny guy ogling him, which he inwardly bristled at and immediately averted his gaze.

“Fuckin’ freak,” the older man mumbled under his breath.

Eduardo was so caught up in his disgust that he didn’t notice the mischievous smirk of the younger guy and the playful kiss he blew his way.

Eduardo continued to lie back and enjoy the warm sun over his skin which was so intense that he felt a tingling sensation break out over his body. Some of it centered on his chest and the older man rubbed at it absentmindedly, gasping when his fingers brushed against a nipple.

“What the…?” he trailed off when he looked down at his chest, his voice disappearing in his throat. His normally pert nipples were now huge and hard, protruding off his chest and looking thick. The summer breeze that blew over his hard nips sent an unfamiliar shudder through him, increasing his panic.

The older stud was so caught up in his enlarged nipples that it took him a second to realize that his swim trunks were starting to change shape. His eyes widened as he witnessed the legs of the trunks steadily pulling upwards, revealing more and more of his tanned, muscled thighs. They continued to shrink until they resembled speedos, suctioning to the man’s waist to look skintight and painted on. Worse was that their black color brightened until they were a neon pattern that only served to attract even more attention to the older man. Eduardo’s heart raced in his muscled chest as the sizable bulge grew bigger and bigger so that it looked like the stud was smuggling a huge grapefruit in the pouch of his new speedos.

His biceps packed on some more size to emphasize his masculine power, and his pecs puffed up some more. They weren’t obscenely huge, but they rounded out some more and would definitely be the focus of anyone’s attention, especially with the nubby nipples affixed to them. The panicked, changing man stood up to go find help, wincing at the jiggling at his backside.

Eduardo looked over a broader shoulder and paled at the huge ass that was twice as big as the bubblebutt he was supposed to have. It protruded off his backside, forming a shelf and completely swallowing the back of his skimpy new bathing suit.

“What happened to me?” Eduardo freaked out as he examined his new, curvy body complete with an oversized cock. As he felt and prodded his new form, each touch of his sensitive new body sent electric shocks of pleasure straight to his new cock which began to thicken and threaten to burst out of his speedos. 

The twink walked over to the new himbo daddy and brazenly ran his eyes up and down Eduardo’s new body. “Hey Papi,” he teased. “Wanna come up to my room for some fun?”

Eduardo wanted to argue that something horrible had happened to him, but the moment the twink reached out and teased a hard nipple, the older man couldn’t hold back his low pleasurable moan, his rock hard cock leaking precum in his speedos. His thoughts slowed down and he struggled to think that anything was wrong at all, only able to concentrate on getting his inflated butt stuffed.

The twink smirked and took the newly formed Eduardo by the hand, leading him back inside and to his room, eager to play with his new himbo daddy.

Hey, I have a wish for myself. I’m tired of being skinny and young, would you mind beefing me up and adding maybe just a few years to my age?

Slowly, you began to stir awake as the sun started to shine through your bedroom blinds. You rubbed the sleep from your eyes, noting that your arm felt a little heavier than normal and that there seemed to be an immense weight atop your chest.

"What the...?" you grunted, pausing when you heard the deeper baritone to your voice. Your eyes shot open and the first thing you noticed were the large, muscle mountains attached to your chest.

Gasping, you shot upwards and looked down at your inflated, hairy pecs that were at least four times as big as they should've been, looking ridiculously round as they protruded off your bulky chest. In fact, your entire body appeared to have packed on more muscle. Your arms were huge and exuded masculine power and you could make out how thick and powerful your legs were from underneath the covers. However, all of those muscle groups paled in comparison to your inflated muscletits that were so enormous and capped with the nubbiest nipples you've ever seen.

"What is this-- uuughhh!" you moaned loudly as you prodded your pecs with a shaking finger, your whole body spasming at the surge of pleasure that rippled throughout you and made you rock hard, harder than you've ever been before in your life. As you panted and struggled to catch your breath, you could see in the bedroom mirror that your face looked older too. You clocked yourself to be in your mid-forties with the beginnings of wrinkles around your gruff face and the flecks of gray starting to appear in your thick hair. Speaking of which, your body was covered in hair, giving you a top-heavy daddy physique.

You were so busy examining your older, beefier body that you didn't notice the shuffling under the covers beside you.

"Up already, Daddy?" came a guy's voice. Out from under the covers popped out a younger guy, who was around the age you should've been. He was slender and youthful, and the more you stared at him, the more turned on you were.

Ricky, that was the boy's name, you somehow knew. You struggled to come up with an excuse to explain your weirdness, knowing that the stranger who you instinctively knew was your much younger husband, wouldn't believe that you went to bed a slender 23 year old and woke up as a 48 year old daddy with massive, sensitive muscletits.

"Uhh..." you mumbled, blushing.

Ricky smirked and sat up. "I think I know what you need," he teased, reaching up to run his finger through the hair covering your inflated pecs.

Your head rolled back and you couldn't suppress the loud moan at the feeling of your hypersensitive pecs being caressed, which was only magnified by the thick forest of chest hair covering them. You were lost in the pleasurable haze that you barely registered that Ricky had climbed up to straddle your torso, his hard cock getting closer to you.

"OoOOhhh!" you howled like crazy when the younger man slid his hard cock into the deep crevice of your muscletits. The feeling of another man's cock between your pecs was the greatest pleasure you've ever experienced-- everything else was nothing. Your howl turned into a slutty shriek when he reached up and yanked on your nubby nipples, your practically useless cock spurting out cum.

Ricky spasmed and came, his load landing all over your older face.

The two of you laid side by side, panting. Your muscled chest heaved as you caught your breath, and you held the younger man closer to you, your perpetually erect nipples burning with want. You didn't know how it happened, but you were already loving your new life as a muscle daddy with massive pecs who got pecfucked on the daily by his younger husband.

"Ready for Round Two?" Ricky giggled, flicking your nipple.

You could only moan in response.

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[Photo Source: by Dphenix, https://archive.musclegrowth.net/threads/index.html]

Derek got out of the shower and went to go get dressed when he saw the unknown harness hanging up in the closet, and pulled it out in confusion. The black strap in the front had "DADDY" printed on it, and the werewolf couldn't help but scoff at the word. His boyfriend, Stiles, had the annoying habit of referring to the slightly older stud as Daddy. Derek wasn't fond of the nickname, feeling as if he were being called old instead.

Before he could shove the awkward garment back into the closet, the black straps of the harness shot forward. As if they had a mind of their own, the straps wrapped themselves around the stunned werewolf's arms. They crept up his frozen limbs, snaking around his torso until an audible click rang out.

Derek yanked at the harness, trying to tear it off, but the garment refused to budge.

"What the fuck is going on?" the alpha werewolf growled as he tugged on the straps that only seemed to tighten. However, his confusion quickly turned into terror as he stared at his straining arms, holding them out in front of himself to get a better look.

At first, he'd thought that it'd been just his mind playing tricks on him, but Derek quickly realized that his arms were getting larger. It wasn't anything too drastic, but his biceps definitely pumped up and packed on more meat. Derek looked downward and gasped as his pecs followed suit, growing larger and pushing out from his torso more than they should've. Even his nipples expanded and became perky, sticking off his chest noticeably. His abs slowly began to fade as a layer of fat grew over them. When he was done expanding, Derek was still muscular, but he appeared more bulky.

An itching sensation came over the werewolf as black hairs started to sprout all over his larger frame, thick hair covering his new bulk and giving him a more manly appearance.

Derek, in a haze, wandered over to the mirror, his stomach dropping at the new gray hairs that were in his beard and the slight wrinkles near his eyes. He was older! He knew that it was impossible, but it looked as if the werewolf had aged up more than fifteen years, looking to be as if he were in his early to mid-forties now.

Derek looked like a total daddy!

The panic the werewolf should've felt quickly faded away as he admired his older, larger form in the mirror. He couldn't help but reach up and give his larger nipples a playful tug, moaning loudly at the electric sensation and instantly going rock hard. Even rubbing his large hands through the hair on his plump pecs felt great, and Derek couldn't help but smirk.

"Yeah," he happily growled, "I'm a hot sexy daddy."

"Derek?" Stiles asked as he entered the room. "Are you ready yet..." He trailed off as he saw his new boyfriend, his jaw dropping and his eyes going wide.

The older Derek turned around and crossed his arms in front of his hairy chest. "Hey there, Sport," he smirked. "Call me 'Daddy'."

It took Derek a while to realize that Stiles had spiked his morning coffee with a daddification potion.

Caleb Becomes a Daddy

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'Caleb Becomes a Daddy' by Ultram0th/Gato-Cat

Straight jock, Caleb, finds himself the new recruit of a Daddy Cult, where all members are total musclebears complete with a big belly.

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.

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.

— — —

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.