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Eye of The Lumber
When your friend said he left for the woods for “self discovery” you didn’t expect this lumberjack to be greeting you at your meetup. With a luxurious beard to match his new life, you got a lot of woodchopping to catch up on if you catch my drift 😏
I'm a pretty weak and small nerd fresh out of college. Sometimes I wonder what life would be like as a huge burly lumberjack in my prime of life. Can you transform me into one?
You sit slouched on the couch, the glow of the TV casting a flickering light in the dim room. The documentary about the Appalachian mountains plays in the background, showcasing rugged landscapes and dense forests that seem worlds away from your current reality. It's been months since graduation, and the weight of unemployment presses heavily on your shoulders. Living back with your parents wasn't how you envisioned your post-college life.
As fatigue pulls at your eyelids, you surrender to sleep. Suddenly, you find yourself standing at the edge of a vast, untamed forest. The air is crisp with the scent of pine and damp earth, and an inexplicable sense of familiarity washes over you. You step forward, and with each stride, you feel a subtle transformation taking place—a gradual aging that mirrors the passing of years.
At 25, you navigate the forest with youthful vigor, your movements agile and curious. You learn the rhythms of the woods, tracking animals and marveling at the beauty of untouched nature.
By 28, you've honed your skills. Hunting becomes more than a pursuit of prey; it becomes a communion with the wild. You understand the patterns of life and death, survival and adaptation.
At 30, a sense of mastery settles within you. You no longer just hunt; you become a steward of the land. You learn to read the forest's whispers, to tame its challenges with patience and respect.
Approaching 35, you feel a deep connection to the wilderness. It's not about conquest but about harmony. You forge alliances with the creatures of the forest, earning their trust through mutual understanding.
Then, at 37, a profound shift occurs. A surge of power surges through you, and you begin to grow taller—not in physical stature, but in presence. The trees around you shrink beneath your newfound height, their canopies bowing in reverence. Your senses expand, attuned to the heartbeat of the forest, the flow of rivers, the rustle of leaves.
From this elevated perspective, you see the interconnectedness of all life. You witness the delicate balance that sustains the forest, each creature playing its part in the grand symphony of nature. You are no longer merely a participant; you are a guardian, a sentinel of the wild.
As you stand there, bathed in the ethereal light of the dream, you understand that this transformation is more than a fleeting vision—it's a revelation of your true self. A call to embrace your role in the intricate tapestry of life, to protect and preserve the beauty that surrounds you.
And as the dream gently fades, returning you to the couch with the soft glow of the TV illuminating the room, you carry with you a profound sense of purpose and a newfound connection to the wild places that stir within your soul.
As you stride deeper into the heart of the forest, the trees part to reveal a quaint cabin nestled among the ancient pines. Each step you take seems to reverberate with newfound strength, muscles bulging and veins pulsating beneath your skin. There's a raw power coursing through you, transforming your physique with each passing moment.
Your thick gut of muscle expands, filling out as if sculpted by the very essence of the wilderness itself. Every fiber of your being burns with a primal fire, shedding away the remnants of city life and academic knowledge that once cluttered your mind. In its place, a rugged simplicity takes hold—a deep-seated connection to the land, to the rhythms of nature that dictate your every breath and movement.
Memories flood your mind, transporting you back to your upbringing in the rugged Appalachian mountains. You recall the simplicity of those days, where good Christian values and self-sufficiency were the cornerstones of life. Hunting for your food, chopping wood for warmth—these were not chores but rituals that connected you to the earth and defined your existence.
In your memories, you were a burly, manly figure—a true lumberjack of the mountains, living a life of hard work and simple pleasures. The echoes of your father's teachings ring in your ears, guiding your hands as they wield an axe or mend a fence. You remember the proud, confident stride of your youth, tempered by the wisdom and experience of years spent living close to the land.
And beside you, in your thoughts and dreams, is your hot southern wife—a woman as strong and resilient as the mountains themselves. Together, you inhabit the cabin in the woods, where the smoke from the chimney mingles with the scent of pine and earth. She stands by your side, sharing in the joys and challenges of a life lived in harmony with nature.
As the sun sets, casting a warm glow over the mountains, you find yourself lost in thought about your wife. The memories of her beauty and strength fill your mind, and suddenly you can't resist any longer. You take her by the lips and passionately kiss her under the stars. Her soft blonde hair whispers against your skin as she responds to your advances with equal fervor.
Your hands roam over her curves, feeling every inch of her body that has become so familiar yet still excites you beyond measure. She moans into your mouth, arching into your touch as if begging for more. You both stumble back towards the cabin together, driven by an irresistible desire that only grows stronger with each passing moment.
As you enter the cabin, the warmth of the fireplace greets you both. Without breaking eye contact or losing momentum, you guide her towards it and lower her gently onto the rug in front of it. The flames dance across her skin as she lies there before you, eager for what comes next.
You undress each other slowly but surely, taking your time to savor every touch and glance between one another. When at last you stand naked together by the fireplace, there's no denying how much heat has built up between them—both literally from its warmth and figuratively from their passionate connection.
Without further ado, you climb on top of your wife and position yourself at her entrance; she meets your gaze with a mix of anticipation and love as she wraps her legs around yours tightly while arching up into your touch even more fervently than before.
You stand tall and formidable, a testament to the rugged life you've embraced in the heart of the wilderness. Your frame is broad and muscular, shaped by years of hard work and a deep connection to the land. Every movement exudes strength and purpose, from the deliberate swing of your axe to the confident stride that carries you through the dense underbrush.
Your face is weathered, etched with lines that tell stories of resilience and endurance. A scruffy beard frames your jaw, flecked with hints of grey that speak to the passage of time and the wisdom it has brought. Deep-set eyes, sharp and observant, reflect the keen awareness honed through years of navigating the intricate patterns of the forest.
As a small twenty year old in college, I just wish I could get the peace and quiet of the outdoors. Can you make me a big hairy lumberjack?
You woke up this morning to the blaring of your alarm. Monday always felt way too early. After grabbing your phone and silencing it you rolled out of bed with a resounding thud. You were so tired of the hustle and bustle of school and work and life in general, it was just never ending. With a huff you dragged yourself into the bathroom, passing your reflection in the mirror. You stopped for a second, gazing over your thin body, wishing it could be something more. There was no time to dwell on those thoughts though, and you turned on the water and hopped into the shower. Hot water cascading over you, you reached for the new body wash you’d just bought. ‘Man Wash: Cedar & Pine Scent’ it said, something the other day had compelled you to try that over the normal wash you usually got. You lathered up, the scent of trees filling the shower. There was something relaxing about that somehow, and you stood there lost in it for a moment before rinsing. It was a 3-in-1 with face wash, so you figured you might as well use it there too. That gave you a hefty dose of that cedar scent directly by your nose.
You realized it’d already been ten minutes and hastily switched off the water, stepping out of the steamy cocoon before grabbing your towel to dry. The mirror in front of you was entirely fogged up as you slipped the towel around and around, but as it cleared something caught your eye. Holding the towel loosely around your waist you stepped closer to the glass, staring at your reflection as it became more visible. It looked like there was something dark on your face. You bent over the counter to get a closer look, staring at what looked like dirt smeared across your upper lip. You wiped the condensation off the mirror and leaned in even closer. It was hair, soft but dark hairs had suddenly sprouted across your upper lip and it looked like on your chin too. You tilted your head around to make sure but it really did seem like they’d just sprouted suddenly. Then your jaw dropped.
As you stared at your reflection you could see thick brown hairs popping out along your jaw, spreading from your chin outwards. The hairs pushed out quickly, climbing up your cheeks engulfing the peach fuzz that was there before. Your wispy mustache thickened up as thicker, darker hairs sprouted between older soft ones, spreading and connecting with the rest of your burgeoning beard. Hairs poured out of your face, itching as follicles were pushed into overdrive cranking out a thick rug across your cheeks. The hairs grew thicker and wirier, tangling together into a solid mass pushing out. It quickly passed an inch long, then two, then three. Your face had vanished entirely behind a curtain of masculinity, and you could feel the itch of new hairs popping out on your neck as it worked down. In shock, you raised your hands and thrust your fingers deep into the beard, scratching at the hairy mass that had appeared within seconds.
You didn’t have time to admire this feat, as moments later you suddenly bowled over, feeling like you’d been kicked in the stomach. You collapsed onto your ass on the bathroom tile, looking down at yourself. Your belly began to grow, pushing out. Your eyes went wide as it hardened with muscle, it wasn’t abs but it showed real strength. You felt the gut, your fingers prodding the layer of thick hard muscle underneath a slight bit of fat. The intense soreness that underlaid your new musclegut spread up, and you watched as your chest pressed out into thick pecs. The mounds pushed and tightened into refined muscle, before softening slightly into huge pillows adorning your chest. Your traps sprang next, putting on size, followed by your shoulders as they puffed into serious boulders. You could feel muscles bulking up all over, the soreness gradually replaced by ecstasy as your body exploded with mass. Your back widened, your arms grew into full-on gun shows, hands thickening to match, your quads and calves doubled in size, even your ass plumped up. It felt like your back was cracking on repeat as it stretched upward, your legs pushing out equally to add another three inches to your height. Not to be outdone, your feet popped as they grew another few sizes.
You laid there, back against the wall, panting from the intense growth. Though it happened in front of your eyes you could scarcely believe it as you squeezed your huge muscle tits in your hands. Sweat was pouring down your huge frame, muscles fatigued severely from inflating so much. That was when the itch returned. Starting in the center of your chest, you looked down to see a thick dark hair push through the skin. You reached up to grab it, feeling the coarse strand between your fingers as you feel more pushing up against the rest of your hand. What started as a few hairs quickly grew into a patch, spreading out as more hairs cropped up over your luscious pecs. A wave of stubble pressed out over the expanse of muscle, shoots of dark hairs elongating into thick strands that gained some curl as they grew. Within seconds your chest was buried in a continuously growing rug, new curls and swirls developing as more hairs grew in. The itch crept outward from your chest, bringing with it a tidal wave of growth. Your collarbone vanished beneath the carpet as wiry strands connected up to your beard. Your shoulders itched from the fur coating taking root, your traps similarly felt the growth. Your bulging biceps and triceps got their own dusting, and your thick forearms became the site of the most luxurious forest of hair, thick strands popping up across the backs of your hands and knuckles.
The feeling of fur erupting across your body was electric, the uncomfortable aspects of itching drowned out by surges of pleasure. Your pits were next to feel it, an increase in sweat leading the way for the blossoming of what were surely to be the most masculine pits around. The bare skin tingled as thick, wiry hairs burst forth, quickly growing into a dense tuft to catch all the sweat dripping down. The hairs tangled together, spreading out over a wider and wider tract, escaping your pits entirely to connect to your chest rug and arm hair. New hairs pushed out between the older ones, until even scratching at the area couldn’t yield the skin below. Your gut itched as the carpet on your chest swiftly moved down over it, burying it beneath layers and layers of fur.
Your groin itched as your sparse bush exploded in size, hair pushing out and spreading like wildfire. The hairs surged up to connect with the rug on your torso and down over your thighs. Your balls ached as they swelled before becoming hidden behind a dense carpet. Your pubes grew denser as more and more hair squeezed out, climbing up the shaft of your growing cock. You could see the rug advancing down your legs, coating your thick thighs and calves in hair, before your feet pushed out a generous covering of hair, with tufts on the toes. Your ass itched as both cheeks darkened slightly as a fur coat enveloped them before racing up your back, the wide expanse itching as hairs conquered the open skin.
Your mind suddenly felt foggy as the stress of school faded, replaced by the desire to get out into nature. What were you doing cramped in this tiny apartment? You got up off the floor and looked again in the mirror, a scrawny student no longer in the reflection. Instead was a tall burly man, bursting with muscle and absolutely coated with hair. It felt right. You walked into your closet to find it now full of flannels and jeans, your work clothes. You pulled on the dirty jeans and threw on the flannel, only buttoning it about halfway. Your work boots were waiting by the door, and you slid them onto your newly grown feet. You grabbed your keys and headed out the door, not eager to be late to work again. You were a lumberjack, after all, the world depended on the wood you provided. It felt good, and you grinned as you hopped into your truck and sped off past your old campus, heading into the forest.
