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The Beardemic: Chapter 1

It's been ages by now but Luke would still sometimes find himself fantasizing about the very first days since everything changed. About that immense brute that he'd just so happened to pass by while on his way home from work. At that time men like him were one in a million, or maybe even rarer than that. That absolute stud was so beefy that he'd have probably given many pro powerlifters of the day a run for their money. Wearing only a pair of suspenders instead of a shirt and showing off his body entirely covered in a pelt of blonde fur and a beard that could hardly be described as anything other than just a gigantic, wild mane, shy only a few inches from freely swinging right between his legs. 

Luke was pretty sure that back then he must have still been all about women, but the sight of that furry behemoth still made him turn his head when he walked by. And to this day he was so glad that he did! He only remembered it as a little sting on the cheek and didn't really pay it any mind whatsoever, at least not until he got home and found a little patch of brown hair growing in that same itching spot. Luke assumed that he'd simply missed it during his morning shave and shrugged at the coincidence. But when he noticed that the patch was considerably thicker and larger than he previously thought while brushing his teeth the same evening, Luke decided to have another go with the razor at it before bed.

Only he must have clearly failed to get all of it because when he woke up, he discovered a thick and sprawling brown beard snuggly covering his whole cheeks. Of course by then, any thoughts of trying to shave it off were entirely out of the question… Luke already had so many wonderful dreams about all those sexy men sprouting the most immense curtains of facial fur from their faces. To discover that he suddenly became a member of that group himself might have surprised him, but certainly in the most positive sense! He wanted nothing more than to rush to the mirror so he could admire it in its full glory, but if only it was that easy…

In exactly the same way as it would always do to this day, Luke's cock instantly shot up and started to leak like a faucet the moment his fingertips so much as lightly brushed against the strands of hair that surrounded his cheeks. And very soon Luke was doing far more than just lightly feeling them up! It was unbelievable how sensitive his facial hair had suddenly become and how wonderful it felt to touch it. He must have spent hours on his bed just rubbing and combing his fingers through the beard as he howled in pleasure without much care about how many of his neighbors might hear all of it.

Luke remembered that it got him going so much that the very first time he came, it was entirely without touching his cock! And even after the orgasm had subsided he only let go of his beard when after being driven by some unexplained instinct he began to gather up all of his spooge and then rubbing it into the skin on his face. It wasn't without an effect… when Luke first woke up, his beard was only long enough to cover a little more than his fingertips, but by now they were almost disappearing inside of it completely whenever he ran them through it! 

Luke probably could have easily spent the entire day doing only this if he didn't get so impossibly hungry. It wasn't quite as easy to notice at first glance so back then Luke still had no idea that it wasn't just his facial hair that was undergoing a major development. After completely clearing out the fridge and all the cupboards in the kitchen he begrudgingly wiped himself clean to the best of his ability and then stumbled downstairs while heading straight to the nearest corner shop. Everyone he ran into looked pretty antsy to see him whenever he passed them on the way… unless they were already sprouting beautiful beards themselves, then he could clearly see that they were barely keeping themselves from crossing the street just to touch it.

And it was very much mutual! He remembered thinking how crazy he must have been to not have realized before just how much sexier a guy always looked with plenty of fur on his face! Unfortunately it would take some time before everyone else reached that same conclusion too. All the headlines he saw at the newspaper stand were talking about some new, strange virus. Apparently the scientist had no idea what it was or where it might have originated from, only that it was far more contagious than anything they've ever seen before. But Luke wasn't in the mood to read much further than that. He was so hungry… horny… and all his clothes were feeling so uncomfortably tight…

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Daddy Bear Corps chapter 5

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From the moment he saw James and Kirk marching inside, Gabe did everything he could to bring his body to move. But nothing seemed to be working. Before they grabbed Ben by surprise, he wanted so much to warn him, the only reason why he was even here in the first place was because he'd been trying to help him. Yet he was stuck, as if trapped deep inside his body, forced to watch it all playing out as the two bears had their way with the best friend he's had since arriving at this base.

He still couldn't believe it… it happened so quickly… just a few moments ago Ben was still himself, he was talking to him and now, even his voice was already changing. If only he could have warned him, Gabe would much rather let James grab him instead, if that meant that Ben was allowed to get away. Mmm… let him wrap that big, meaty paw of his around the back of his neck so he could easily push his head first right into that fluffy pelt of fur on his big, broad chest once again… ah… it was so soft and warm in there. And whenever he took a breath his nose filled up with so much of daddy's manly musk… why didn't daddy let him stay there for a little bit longer so he could grow big and sexy like him too…?

Oh… oh god… even now he couldn't stop himself from thinking about this… but how could he possibly do it while he was being forced to watch it all happen to Ben at the same time?! With every horny grunt and thrust up Kirk's furry hole, his friend was becoming harder and harder to recognize. As soon as his face left James' armpit, his mouth was already surrounded by stubble, but by now it was really starting to turn into a proper beard that normally would have taken whole weeks to develop! But that was still nothing compared to the massive muscles bulging all across his body. It almost looked like he was hunched over with how they were freakishly piling up on his back and swelling in size.

Gabe already saw coarse, black fur covering Ben's arms and shoulders, but when his shirt started to tear apart he discovered that somehow there was still always more and more of it hiding underneath. Each thrust into Kirk's hole making him depart further from his old self that Gabe used to know so well. For the longest time he allowed himself to still hold some hope that maybe Ben was only pretending that he'd given in so that James would eventually lower his guard and give him an opportunity to escape. Then a while later he finally saw the old bear patting Ben on the shoulder and saying that he was going to head off so he could give Jackson and Owen a little bit of daddy's attention for a change.

Gabe watched the massive, big bellied bear first turning towards him and giving him a kind, warm smile that both sent shivers down his spine and made him feel nice and fuzzy inside in equal parts before slowly stomping away until he completely left his field of vision. Yet neither his words nor his departure seemed to elicit any kind of reaction from his friend. Ben was so focused on relentlessly pounding at Kirk's hole it seemed like he hadn't even noticed that James was gone. If only he could move at all himself, or even simply be able to just open his mouth, then maybe there might have still been some hope. But instead he was going to be forced to watch as Ben succumbs to whatever was happening to everyone at the base. And then, once he's done having his fun with Kirk's ass, he will eventually shift his attention to him as well.

Fuck, the worst part was that whenever Gabe allowed his mind to wander in that direction and begin picturing Ben having his way with him, his cock would get so unbelievably hard he was afraid it might tear a hole in his pants. It seemed like it was the only part of his entire body that was somehow still permitted to move around. But then again, he could also hear those extremely faint moans leaving his throat whenever he imagined being bent over and talked to as dirty as Ben was talking to Kirk. Was he going to end up like him too? James’ cub was so muscular, so enormous, despite having grown by a lot, Ben still looked so much smaller in comparison to him.

And yet it was like the situations were reversed… He was allowing Ben to slap his ass, fuck and finger it as he pleased, all while talking about how much harder he was going to do it the next time around. All of that only seemed to be turning on Kirk further, making him moan louder, making his entire body spasm in pleasure as he begged for more and more… Gabe felt his whole frame abruptly twitching as he realized that somehow his cock had suddenly ended up within his palm. No way… his fingers were moving… slowly massaging its girth. He could stop them, make them squeeze even harder, but any attempts at getting it away from his crotch seemed completely impossible.

Just what the hell was going on?! He discovered that now he could even move his entire arm as long as it was done to stroke himself. Fuck… it felt so good… there was no way Gabe would have been able to keep himself from jerking off for this long if he'd known that this was possible… but… but he did, didn't he? That time James had caught him staring at him in the hallway and pulled him in against his fluffy chest… He was doing everything he could while trying to get out from between his humongous arms, but Gabe still remembered the things that daddy James kept on whispering into his ear.

Telling him that he should be a good cub… that he should listen to his daddy… there was no point in struggling so much… after all once he got a few huffs of daddy's musk, he didn't feel like going anywhere at all… it felt so nice cuddling up against daddy's soft chest and belly… except daddy couldn't stay with him for as long as they both wished… he had something very important to take care of… but he told Gabe to wait for him… stay put and play with his cock like a good cub so that when daddy comes to see him, he could show him what a big, strong bear he'd grown into…

Fuck… Gabe felt his cock throbbing so much he thought he might already be on the verge of shooting his load, his hand was completely wet with precum and the other one… it was underneath his shirt, slowly sliding up and down across his body. He couldn't believe this, his chest used to be completely smooth when he showered this morning but suddenly he could feel all this hair brushing against his fingers with each, smallest movement. Gabe couldn't even pretend that the discovery hadn't turned him on, even if he wasn't able to explain why.

Earlier he thought that with time he might be able to eventually snap out of this, but now the very opposite was happening. It was as if he was once again deep within James' embrace, forced to breathe in his intoxicating daddy bear musk… it was making him feel so horny and lightheaded… All those ideas about helping Ben out or trying to escape himself were slowly taking a backseat while the one thing that was really starting to occupy Gabe's head was trying to figure out how he could gain James' attention once again…

Daddy must have been so disappointed to see him looking exactly the same as he did when he let him go… Gabe wanted to make him proud… grow into a big, strong bear just like he said… Gabe felt his cock nearly jumping out of his hand as it began to throb and jerk at the thought. His heart, beating so hard that it seemed it could hardly even be contained within his chest. Except after a moment he realized that wasn't it… he couldn't believe it, but it was as if his entire rib cage was expanding, pushing outwards. Underneath a layer of soft, silky fur, there was an entire pile of beefy, rapidly growing muscle!

Gabe jerked his hand away in shock, but as soon as he tried to pull it out of his shirt, he discovered something even more frightening. Right underneath those growing pecs, a round, hard, gut was steadily sprouting into existence as well. In an instant his entire body was covered with goosebumps. This belly was still nowhere near as big as the one extending from James' frame, nor even remotely as soft or fluffy, but it still filled him with this impossible to deny sense of pride.

Gabe knew that he shouldn't want it to be there, but there was simply nothing he could do. His hand was already back on top of it, caressing it all over, secretly wishing for it to grow even bigger… and when it did, Gabe felt such an intense rush of excitement that he barely kept himself from cumming on the spot. His other hand was still quickly sliding up and down across the whole length of his precum-soaked, meaty pole, which in itself must have grown by a lot because he could no longer even attempt to fit it fully within his grasp. Fuck… it was so long, thick and hard… and he could not wait to ram it up some slutty cub's ass.

He gasped as soon as the thought crossed his mind, but Gabe could tell that there was still a wide, horny grin plastered all the way across his face despite everything. He looked up at Ben, he was just humongous, only a few inches shy of being as tall and wide as Kirk, the remains of his clothes just barely hanging over that furry mountain of muscles. He was balding heavily and there were solid, two or three bushy inches of beard hanging below his chin, but somehow the sight of it all didn't instill as much awe within Gabe as it used to only a few moments ago.

It was clear that the changes happening to his friend's body were already starting to slow down. He was calling himself daddy as he talked dirty to Kirk while slapping his ass, but there were hardly a couple specks of grey in his fur and his belly was already smaller than even the one Gabe was resting his palm on top of this very moment! This wasn't what a daddy bear looked like… A real daddy would be more like Daddy James… his belly would be big and soft, his beard completely white and the rest of his body would be completely covered in so much wooly fur that you wouldn't even be able to see any of his skin underneath it! He… he could become a daddy like that too… he was sure that would make Daddy James very proud…

The instant Gabe thought that, an itch started to spread all over his body. Oh no… he'd managed to peel his eyes away from Ben and Kirk only to discover a truly impossible amount of short, thin hairs pushing out of every inch of his skin. Unlike everyone else he'd seen change before, it was all completely grey already, rather than gradually losing its color. Gabe started shaking his head in disbelief, but at the same time couldn't keep himself from stroking his engorged cock harder than ever before. He saw the outline of his belly pushing outwards underneath his shirt, his pecs ballooning up so much it almost looked like there was a furry cleavage trying to squeeze its way through his collar.

All the hair was growing thicker and longer, Gabe slid his hand out of his shirt and lifted it up. Instead of encountering his previously smooth face, or a bit of stubble that he might have expected after looking at his arms and chest, he rather found his fingertips digging into a dense forest of facial hair! He… he even had a full beard now… Gabe knew that he had to stop this, but he also knew that if he truly wanted to, none of this would have been happening in the first place. It was as if the moment he saw James smiling at him, something inside of him broke. Even if his mind might have still been refusing to admit it, his body knew that he had no other choice than to do what daddy said. He had to grow into a big, strong bear and make him proud!

Gabe heard his clothes starting to rip as his already beefy frame rapidly swelled with both muscles and fat. His cock surging upwards as a massive load churned within his balls, a rush of horniness and an irresistible need to pump it all into someone's hole suddenly overtaking his head. Gabe looked up at Ben and before he knew it, he was standing up and lunging straight at him, then grabbing him from behind. The discovery that by now, he was every bit as tall as him and even bulkier on top of it, only encouraging him to keep on grinding his fat, leaking cock against his former friend's furry asscheeks and trying to thrust it inside… fuck yeah… he was going to show him who the real daddy was!!! He only hoped that Daddy James was watching!

James smiled as he watched the enormous, bald yeti that Gabe had by now grown into, grunting and manhandling the comparatively little smaller Ben. Their size was something to behold and without a doubt they would easily be able to tower over most of the daddies at the base, but out of the six men in the sleeping quarters, he saw them as much closer to his cub Kirk rather than himself. They've both grown into magnificent daddy bears in their own right and looking at them wrestling together and rubbing their engorged cocks against each other's furry bodies filled his heart with joy. But at the same time it was clear to him that if he wanted his cubs to grow into proper daddies, simply pulling them up close for a little bit and then leaving them to their own devices wasn't going to be enough…

He took a step back and looked at Jackson's and Owen's pudgy faces. They only had them tucked underneath his belly for a couple short minutes but by now, nobody would have believed they used to be a pair of athletic studs in their early twenties, rather than the chubby, middle aged men he saw before him. James remembered the moment they first took notice of him after he walked up to them. It didn't happen right away, they were far too busy making out and groping at each other. But once he lifted up his belly a little and gave them a good view of his cock, they were all over it in a blink of an eye. Both slurping and sucking on it with such ferocity that it took real restraint to keep himself from cumming on the spot.

But it was that restraint which he had to teach them if he wanted them to become proper daddies capable of taking good care of their cubs. At first, whenever James backed away a little to take a look at their progress, they would instantly try to jump forward and get his cock back in their mouths, but thankfully they were steadily learning to control their hunger for it. James didn't mind in the slightest that they were both destined to become complete bottoms, but it was still truly unbecoming of a daddy to desperately beg to be fucked or plead with their cubs for permission to suck their cocks, just like how they have tried with him, once they saw that getting to it by force wouldn't be possible.

By now they were both managing to keep their composure so well that James would have been happy to let them suckle on his daddy meat for as long as they wished. Unfortunately, his own belly was far too big to at the same time be keeping an eye at the changes sweeping through their bodies. He was enjoying watching those far, far too much. Seeing how each time they emerged from underneath his belly, their hairlines would grow a little more sparse and recede a couple millimeters further back. First grey hairs appearing among them one by one, then in large clumps until they have completely overtaken their entire scalps, if only for a short time as even they began to eventually fall out, leaving them with only wispy rings of white around their heads.

James was astounded to see just how similar they were starting to look. He knew that they couldn't have possibly been related, but he thought that by now they could both easily be mistaken for a pair of daddy twins, and each extra pound of weight they gained, appeared to be helping breach any remaining differences. Oh… they were getting so wonderfully chubby… with their pudgy cheeks and big second chins, those fat, jiggly tits with large, round nipples on top of them and bellies that could rival his own in size! It was almost a shame to watch it all become buried under mounds of snow white fur as their beards and pelts began to fill in, but he knew very well from personal experience just how much cubs liked their daddies furry.

He also knew that Daddy Jackson and Daddy Owen will be able to take very good care of any cubs they happen to run into in the future. James could tell from the way they were working over his cock alone, putting their own pleasure second and his, first. Lovingly taking care of his needs, it was such a far cry from all that silly rowdiness that Ben and Gabe were still involving themselves in on the other side of the room. Perhaps later on, the three of them could show them how to behave like proper daddies, but for now, James thought he might hear someone coming…

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Paw Protocol: Beneath the Hood

God damn it! Michael had been in the secret service for too long not to sense when something really fishy was going on. Vince thought so too and didn’t try to hide it since the day senator Caldwell decided to indefinitely move all of them to his holiday residence out of the blue. This was the middle of the election year, what did the man have to do here, in the middle of the woods that was so damn important? Then came the way some of the guys on the team started to behave pretty much overnight. The last thing Michael expected to see after working for years covering the security of a conservative politician was for Paul and Grant, two married men who previously couldn't shut up whenever they spotted some ‘sexy babe' at one of senator’s rallies, to suddenly become so completely obsessed with each other, fucking like a pair of rabbits every chance they got, no longer giving half a shit about their jobs.

Then the exact same thing somehow happened to Ryan and Mark the following day, both turning into a pair of absolute horndogs as well. Yeah… that was not a bad way to put it, Michael chuckled when he remembered Vince swearing he heard them barking at each other in the single bedroom they've begun to share together. While Michael couldn't give a rat’s ass about what his co-workers did after their shifts were over, it was like all blood had drained from their heads straight to their dicks because all four seemed to have lost half their IQ points after finding their new calling. No matter how hard you tried, you simply couldn't get through to them and have them talk about anything normal.

And what did the senator think about all this? God knows, he’s been spending every minute of the day holed up in his office to the point where it’s been nearly the entire week since Michael had seen the man! If that had been it, he might have chucked it up to just a freaky coincidence, but then the same thing started happening to others. Blake, then Tom the next day… Vince told him he was going to report it to the higher ups but when Michael saw him this morning he was behaving like the biggest doofus of them all! All he said was that he ‘needed to be a good pup for the alpha and they shouldn't be talking about this anymore’ before he hurried off with an ashamed look on his face. What the fuck… was this some kind of code? If so then Michael sure as hell wasn't able to crack it until now! There was no way around it, Michael knew that he will have to make a few phonecalls despite how fucking ridiculous all of this sounded whenever he repeated it in his head.

He knew there had to be far more to it, he just had to find something concrete… something that would help him avoid being turned into a laughingstock of the entire agency. If he had to turn this whole mansion upside down to find it, then so was it! The report could wait one more day!

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Holy shit… what the fuck was this…?! After failing to find out anything new the entire day, Michael decided to finally bite the bullet and began working on his report. It was already way past midnight by the time he was finishing up, when suddenly he overheard some strange noises. They seemed to be coming from Hank's room… somehow, Michael just had this hunch… telling him that no matter what he mustn't come out of his bedroom right now, not until they were gone. He'd been in this line of work long enough to know that such gut feelings were always to be trusted 

Once it got quieter, Michael cautiously went outside and found that the door to Hank's bedroom was unlocked, inside a bunch of items from his bed and desk were scattered all across the floor. Signs of struggle. Hank was nowhere to be found, but Michael could still hear something going on upstairs. This time he began to follow it without hesitation, staying just far enough behind to make sure none of those fuckers knew they were being trailed as he figured out where they are heading and what their plan might be.

It had to be a whole team… how else would they have taken out everyone stationed outside before they managed to activate the alarms?  But why out of all things would they take Hank from his bed in the middle of the night and drag him off to… to the senator's home office?! Fuck! Now, this was no longer about staying inconspicuous and trailing them from behind but rather protecting the senator's life! Michael cursed and began to sprint across the hallway towards the half open door of the office. He might have originally been fully prepared to fight tooth and nail whoever was waiting inside, but definitely was not ready for what he would be met with once he reached that door.

He spotted Hank immediately. He was laying naked in the middle of the floor, except he wasn't completely naked… They covered up his face with something that looked like a rubber dog mask and put a collar around his neck and then… jesus christ… something was also sticking out of his ass, something that looked like some kind of a dog tail dildo! Michael could tell because all those freaks who surrounded him were dressed exactly the same too!

Michael wasn't sure if even the most roided up bodybuilders he'd ever seen could compare to just how ridiculously muscular they were. They were just standing there, beating off their gigantic cocks while making horny animal noises, their near inhumanely hirsute bodies grinding wildly against each other. Then there was also this other one… he by far the biggest of them all, his gargantuan body completely covered in the black rubber suit. Oddly enough he seemed far more collected than the others… calmly talking to Hank as he sat comfortably behind the senator's desk and slowly stroked his humongous rubber clad erection. Only for some fucked up reason he kept on calling Hank, ‘Milo’ as he explained that there was no point in putting up so much resistance because soon he will understand how much more fun it is to be a good, horny pup than some boring, tiny human.

Michael's stomach sank as he suddenly recognized his voice. No matter how unbelievable it was, the person wearing that freakish perverted costume was Senator Caldwell himself! Lord Almighty… what was going on here?! Michael stood completely frozen watching his colleague squirming helplessly on the floor as if he could no longer control his body at all, only letting out those short, strained groans. To Michael's absolute horror, he saw Hank's cock beginning to grow hard as some of the sounds started changing tone, far more closely resembling excited and pleasurable moans instead. 

He must have been finally losing it from all the adrenaline in his system because in that same moment it looked as if Hank's entire body began to swell, covering itself with salt and pepper hair so thick it almost seemed like he was growing an actual pelt of fur all over! His moans getting even deeper and more lustful as he laid spread out wide on his back in pure bliss, only his swollen cock bobbing up and down as it throbbed from unending pleasure. Yet then, suddenly Hank let out one more desperate, exhausted groan and clutched his fingers around the dog mask those freaks have put on his face, trying as hard as he possibly could to pull it off.

Right away a peculiar kind of buzzing reached Michael's ears, he'd been faintly hearing it in the background for a while without paying too much mind to it but now it abruptly got so intense that he could immediately pinpoint its source. That tail-like thing they've stuck up his ass! It was vibrating like crazy, making his entire body seize up as it contorted into a near perfect arc while uncontrollable howls of pleasure erupted from his mouth. His muscles were swelling so much more rapidly now, he was getting almost as big as… no… no, no, no, this couldn't be true!!! Michael now understood who all those people were!!!

“Please, I… can't fight it any… aaahAAAARRrooooooooooo!!!”

With a lustful, inhuman howl Hank's cock started to uncontrollably spray cum in all directions, leaving that enormous, hirsute body of his totally drenched as he laid there in complete bliss, the entire massive form now completely limp and free of tension as he panted loudly out of exhaustion.

“Now… that wasn't so bad, was it, Milo?”

The response to the senator's voice was immediate. Almost like a soldier who was getting ready for a salute, Hank found himself on all fours in the blink of an eye. His ass up in the air, with that freaky dildo making him look like a dog who was happily wagging his tail as he allowed his tongue to loll far out of the mask's mouth.

“Ruff! Yes, Alpha was right! Being a good, horny pup is so much better than being human! I never want to go back! Never!!! Ruuuuff!”

Good god… this… this was far more than he could handle. Michael began carefully backing away, no longer thinking about anything other than simply getting the hell out of here as soon as he could… until he suddenly felt his shoulder bumping into something…

“Aww… you're being a naughty pup and snooping around again Rusty! But it's okay, I bet you just couldn't wait for your turn so you could have all this fun with everyone just like Milo!”

It was Vince… but no longer the same Vince he knew… Now he was a towering mountain of fur and muscle, wearing the same dog mask, the same perverted shit, a collar with the name ‘Skipper’ inscribed on it... when he grabbed him within his gigantic arms and carried him inside there was nothing that Michael could do. He was kicking and screaming, begging Vince and Hank to snap out of it. They didn't budge and continued to hold him down as the senator prepared a mask and a collar for him. 

Michael soon understood why. Hank had really made it seem like it was something that one could try to fight and resist. How wrong he was to ever think that… Michael’s cock was already rock hard seconds after they slid the tail inside him… it felt so impossibly good… pleasure filling his entire body. But that wasn't what got to him… it was that voice… it appeared as soon as they placed the hood on his head. Telling him that he had to be a good pup… that he had to listen to Alpha like a good pup would… his name was no longer Michael… it was Rusty… he loved that name… he loved being a pup… a good pup…. a good, good pup for Alpha… 

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Phillip came to the barbershop in search of his missing son Adam, but he ended up finding so much more during his visit. As a respected, high level executive he refused to be intimidated by a bunch of thugs like the ragged members of the biker gang who appeared to have now taken over the place. Threatening to call the authorities if they didn't explain why his son insisted that he came here out of all places 'if he really wanted to see him so badly', as he put it in the message he'd received. Phillip had no idea just how many members of the local police department were already standing in the crowd around him. Or that the burly biker with a massive beard that he'd been talking to until now was none other than Adam himself. He was quite happy to show his dad what's been keeping him so busy recently. Ordering the boys to hold him down as he reached for a can of balm spiked by the biggest and baddest bikers in the entire gang that he'd been saving up for a special occasion. It sure as hell proved to be useful. Not many people have managed to maintain enough of a presence of mind to still try to escape once their muscles had grown large enough to potentially allow them to. Yet at least until now, none had enough of the determination to actually walk through the door when they saw themselves in the mirror on the way out, Phillip included. He suddenly froze, his already massive cock left as the only part of his entire body that moved at all, furiously throbbing and leaking in uncontrollable arousal at the reflection he saw in front of him. The reflection of one fucking hot biker daddy! "Give me... give me more of that fucking thing!" he growled and began madly beating off. Watching as his rapidly swelling body covered with even more fur and tats and his gigantic beard cascaded further down his chest each time he slathered every inch of it with more of the biker balm. Only getting his eyes off the mirror for long enough to grab one of those bastards who dared to hold him down earlier, bending him over and giving his ass the pounding it deserved. Since the moment he flooded that pig's hole with his massive load, the thought of returning to his old office job never once crossed Phillip's mind again. Who the fuck would want to when you could spend your days doing this, riding with your brothers and picking up new cubs to turn into real men?

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Bearwood Manor Chapter 2

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“I always found myself quite attracted to that environment, its members in particular. Those powerfully built men, with their powerful voices… a baritone singer with a broad, barrel chest and hefty, round belly to match could be quite a marvel to behold, don't you agree? Such an immense presence!”

Now that he knew his new neighbor was currently in a more… malleable state, Graham simply couldn't help himself. Focusing all his efforts he made sure that Matt would find himself picturing a big, stout opera singer with a robust chest and belly clad fully in sophisticated formal wear. He would have bushy eyebrows, smooth head and finally a heavily greying beard of a truly imposing size. But most importantly, this image would serve to slowly fill the younger man with nothing but awe and reverence.

For now he still won't be able to identify the true nature of this attraction, but Graham was going to ensure that the feeling would soon mature and grow until the lad revered such gentlemen with every bit as much admiration as he did himself! Matt looked a little lost after Graham was finished nudging that idea right into his head, but then, after a small pause, the older bear was happy to see his neighbor starting to blush a little and then nodding his head.

Blowing a few additional puffs of this special tobacco smoke was certainly proving to be quite handy when it came to overcoming Matt's previously impenetrable defenses. Graham knew that he ought to remain careful, but it had genuinely been years since he'd last got to experience such a thrill! He once again felt like a young man only beginning to explore his powers!

With immense excitement Graham strutted towards a set of shelves housing Ralph's music collection. He knew what could be found there, after all he curated it himself in an effort of helping his neighbor become a true, cultivated gentleman of fine tastes. Lamentably, it didn't appear that the records had seen much use, but Graham was sure that soon enough Matt was going to rectify his uncle's mistake. 

Graham scanned the labels in search of a title that would best serve to welcome this younger man into his beloved world of classical music… Oh, yes! This one was going to do just perfectly! Particularly so after some minor alterations… Graham pulled out the disk and allowed the whips of smoke from his pipe to wash over the cover. The blonde haired soprano who typically played the role of water nymph was immediately replaced by a deliciously corpulent and skimpily clad older bass singer with a full beard of greying seaweed. 

Yes, in his version it would be her father, Vodnik, whose heart will be pierced with the cupid's arrow, and the object of his affection was soon going to be… With another puff, the handsome, youthful tenor who used to stand next to the nymph found himself growing more portly and mature, both his protruding, round belly and the luxuriant, wide beard expanding to a truly irresistible size! Indeed, none other than the rotund and voluptuous king himself!

He could not wait to see the finished result! Graham made his way towards Ralph's TV and slid the disk into the player. Blowing a few bief puffs in Matt's direction while on the way so as to ensure that the younger gentleman doesn't accidentally start wondering why his neighbor was suddenly prancing around his uncle's apartment in such a nonchalant fashion. Thankfully he was still comfortably reclining on the couch with a giddy, half absent minded expression on his blushing face.

Even in his early twenties and oh, so woefully slim, Graham had to admit he couldn't help but find him incredibly cute. Surely there was no doubt that by tomorrow, the entire apartment building was going to be lusting after the older bear he will become. Graham switched on the TV, grabbed the remote and returned to Matt, taking a seat on the couch right next to the younger man. He did not react much at all as their shoulders pressed tightly together… that was a good sign. 

As tempted as he was to push things along a little further, Graham opted to nevertheless remain cautious and settled at only making a few small adjustments to his neighbor's libido and sexual preferences as he distracted him with a brief conversation throughout the prelude introducing the opera.

“I am sure that a classical music aficionado such as yourself must have heard this work numerous times, but nevertheless I still believe that this particular staging will be of great interest to you my friend! It's a little unorthodox and takes a couple creative liberties with the original libretto… as you of course know, the opening act typically follows a fair water nymph who falls in love with a handsome prince. But this version caters much more to our particular set of interests…”

Whenever it was possible Graham tried to glance away from the screen so he could carefully study Matt's face. Initially, he appeared rather intrigued, at least to the extent one could be in such a profoundly dazed state. Yet as an older singer of very ample proportions, clad in nothing but a tunic made out of very sparse, see-through fishing net appeared among the makeshift waves that adorned the stage, some noticeable hints of confusion began sneaking their way into his expression.

To be fair, he had a valid reason for it, this moment likely being the very first time he felt such a strong attraction towards someone close to three times his age and probably, not very far off from three times his size as well!

“Oh yes, the maestro portraying the great spirit of the lake is quite a sight to behold himself, isn't he? But can you believe that he's far from the only tasty treat that our eyes will be able to feast upon this evening?”

In this moment, the nymphette was supposed to catch the sight of the bathing prince as he entered the lake’s waters, but this version instead spoiled the admirers of full-figured, mature gentlemen with a brand new character, the wise, old king! Discovering what a profoundly enthralling effect seeing those two big bellied men occupying the stage together, with their sprawling white beards and chubby bodies in skimpy costumes that left little to imagination had on his neighbor, only emboldened Graham further.

Matt’s face was flushing deep red as he constantly squirmed in his seat, a soon to be unbearable pressure mounting inside his pants. Naturally, Graham couldn't resist the opportunity to make that moment arrive even quicker. Showcasing an unexpectedly lecherous side of the venerable ruler as the hirsute baritone playing his role began to slowly and seductively strip from his regal robes while singing his aria. Graham wasn't sure what he found more titillating, that rich, sonorous voice which seemed capable of making his most intimate regions quiver with its resonant power. 

Or perhaps the alluring grace that allowed him to sing so flawlessly all while caressing his deliciously curvy, fur covered body and tugging on his stubby cock at the same time. Not letting a single false note slip by even as his voluptuous form trembled in anticipation of an upcoming orgasm. Expertly using his moans for further ornamentation during his virtuosic cadenza at the aria's very climax! 

Graham could see what a profound effect this masterful display of both vocal prowess and sheer sluttiness of the older bear would have on his neighbor. Witnessing him so unbelievably aroused that he couldn't help panting loudly as he palmed at his crotch without any concern that Graham could see what he was doing, it was just perfect! Only a single step separated finding corpulent, mature men absolutely irresistible from developing an equally deep desire to become one of them yourself…

“Ooh, maestro Ursini truly gives the performance of a lifetime, doesn't he?! No wonder that each time he appears on stage, the front rows always sell out instantly to his admirers. And I have it on good authority that he quite enjoys finding out just how many men in the audience he can plunge into the deep throes of pleasure with his exhibitionistic routines. Don't be shy to join them my friend, I am sure that the maestro would have considered it a highest form of compliment… especially from fellow plump, seasoned gentlemen such as ourselves!”

Matt did initially appear somewhat confused by that last statement, but by now, Graham had showered him with enough smoke that dwelling on such insignificant details was the last thing on the younger man's mind. What's more, much to Graham's delight, it appeared that he won't be obliged to refer to his neighbor with those words for much longer. As he scrambled to undo his pants without daring to look away from the screen even once, Matt's face started distinctly filling in. With both the still quite faint wrinkles and laugh lines as well as a bit of surplus weight. 

It was doing wonders to make his whole silhouette appear that much more amiable as the boney features and square contours gave way to more pleasantly oval shapes. There was no telling how many extra pounds were added to Matt's frame by the time he'd finally gotten ahold of his cock! Graham was stunned by this sudden outpouring, almost finding it hard to believe just how quickly his neighbor's transformation was proceeding now that his preferences have been nudged into a more agreeable direction. 

But that was not something he planned on complaining about! In fact, watching Matt's hairline thin out bit by bit while his cheeks grew even more deliciously pudgy, got Graham so excited that unbuttoning the fly of his dress pants and fishing out his own turgid member was the only possible course of action here, lest he be driven completely mad with lust! No, no, he had to maintain at least a veneer of composure and continue guiding his dear neighbor into his new life of mature rotundness and sophistication!

“Watch closely my friend, this is the scene where the two, soon to be lovers, meet for the very first time! Vodnik cautiously observes from the depths of the lake, wholly intrigued by the curious activity that appears to bring so much delight to the portly king. As you can perfectly well see, even the great water spirit himself is unable to resist the charms of this old bear's mountainous, furry belly for long!”

With a profoundly aroused gasp, Matt began caressing his midsection, the flat surface immediately beginning to inflate into a delightfully round pouch. Graham was truly amazed and turned on beyond description, the extent of his powers never ceased to impress him! But only a moment later he found his acquaintance turning to the side, fiery lust filling his gaze as it shifted towards Graham's body.

“Mmmm… so big… so soft… so sexy…”

He murmured in a so much deeper and more resonant voice than when Graham had last heard him speak and with a look of utmost fascination, placed his palm right on top of Graham's own belly. A surprised moan escaped past Graham’s lips when he saw it suddenly beginning to expand as well! Oh dear… could it really be? Graham would not have ever believed it if he couldn't see the material of his dress shirt starting to strain against the seemingly boundless growth of his stomach, the spaces between the buttons steadily growing larger and revealing more of his skin covered densely in fluffy, grey fur.

So this was why he had such difficulty using his powers on this man and his uncle… they both must have shared a similar gift, even if they didn't appear to be fully aware of it themselves! Graham was in total awe, he'd never met anyone like himself before! He freely allowed Matt to have his way with his belly, growing it until it abruptly burst straight out of the confines of his shirt. 

He was really fortunate to have so much success with shifting his neighbor's tastes towards older, corpulent and immensely hirsute bears such as himself, otherwise this whole affair could have been quite disastrous! But thankfully by now, his body appeared to have such a thoroughly entrancing effect on his not so young anymore neighbor that he did not worry at all. Matt looked like he was experiencing the absolute heights of pleasure as he gently fondled Graham's furry moobs and toyed with his nipples.

Shivering and moaning softly as his fingers explored the incredibly dense, grey forest sprawling across Graham's chest. All while a beautiful, luxuriant beard already filled with streaks of grey blossomed over his rounded cheeks. Back on the now near forgotten TV screen, Vodnik was having his first taste of human seed as it abundantly spilled into the lake's waters from the king's engorged, royal member. And of course, his acquaintance knew that, after all, the great Matteo Ursini had portrayed that exact role so many times before his retirement in this apartment building. 

Suddenly the same type of hunger seemed to awaken inside of him as in the water spirit from the opera. Graham saw him swallowing his cock in its entirety, a fully grey, lush mustache immediately covering Matteo's whole upper lip while his hairline grew even more sparse and receded further with each moment his lips spent massaging Graham's turgid member. Oh yes, the maestro’s reputation of being a massive cock slut had long preceded him, as well as the rumors of immense orgies full of senior, bearish opera lovers that took place in his garderobe after each performance!

“Mmmmmhhhmmm… yes… please, keep going…”

He moaned before engulfing Graham's cock in his mouth once again. His face now starting to slightly sag on the sides as the skin grew looser and more weathered, etched with deep wrinkles.The bald shining scalp and the immensely bushy, white eyebrows bringing him that much closer to resemble the old baritone from the opera recording. Is that what he meant? Did he actually know what was happening to him and welcomed it? Graham did not know, but even if that wasn’t the case, he was already so turned on that he wouldn't have been able to stop himself at this point anyway!

He'd always dreamed about meeting someone who could help him make the world a much sexier and sophisticated place and finally he found them! The great maestro wasn't going to merely provide entertainment with a more amicable type of music resounding from behind the wall. Oh no, he was going to become his companion, his lover, someone who would share his goal of showing the joys of being a mature, bearish gentleman to as many as possible.

Countless wisps of smoke erupted from Graham's mouth as he gasped in profound arousal. He allowed them to wash over Matteo's body. Making him grow even more wonderfully chubby, helping his beard sprout wider and longer as they dyed it the bright shades of grey. His body emerging from the misty cloud with his old clothing replaced by a beautiful and elegant tuxedo that still had his immense belly and fat tits hanging out from the front. All of it covered with the thickest forest of fluffy fur that Graham had ever seen!

“Oooh yes… exactly my dear, and now, give me the one, last thing that I'm still missing!”

Graham knew just what Matteo was referring to when his body became abruptly overtaken by the unrelenting spasms of pure pleasure. The way he was hungrily massaging his throbbing member with his lips was just heavenly! He had no other choice but to oblige his lover's request! Oh gosh, it was coming, no stopping it now! Graham's corpulent body almost flying off the couch, wildly contorted by the tremendous force of his orgasm as his milky bearish cum began to fill Matteo’s bearded mouth.

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Thomas had known Louie since he the day he first opened his hair salon. He would often visit whenever he needed a haircut or just so the two of them could talk. When he saw just how many of those massive, bearded bikers were inside, he was sure they were trying to rob his poor old friend and rushed inside without a second thought. He did not want to believe it when one of them said that he was Louie himself. But that was not necessary, Louie was more than eager to prove it to him instead. Fuuuck! Tom still got instantly hard whenever he remembered watching all those gigantic muscles exploding all over his own body after they ripped open his shirt and slathered him with the biker balm. Nothing turns him on more than watching it happen to others too. Nowadays he makes sure to drop by Louie's place every day. Even though by now most locals have learned to stay as far away from the barbershop as possible, somehow he still always comes across some eager, virgin hole to split wide open with his massive, daddy biker cock whenever he's there.

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Calvin thought that Adam said he didn't have the time to see him today because of the date with his girlfriend. And meeting up at a barbershop out of all places? It was kind of weird but Calvin did decide to go inside even despite all those gigantic, scary looking bikers who were all around the place. And now that his makeover was complete, he sure as fuck was glad that he did! He might have been still crying out for mommy like a pansy when they hauled him inside and began to strap him the barber chair but by the time the leather restrains were beginning to snap off his bulging biceps he finally understood why Adam wanted him to come here. Nowhere else could you find this many horny fuckers to worship your tatted muscles!

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The Den: Chapter 1

Shit, shit, shit... Eddie continued to run down the dark corridor, further and further into the bowels of the club, this place was so damn freaky! He'd barely made it past the entrance when he saw some gigantic muscle man grabbing the guy who had been walking right next to him and before Eddie could fully turn his head, casually tossing him against the wall and completely showering him with tons of smoke from his enormous, smoldering cigar! But oddly enough the smaller guy must have been into that kind of stuff because even though he looked like he was trying to get away from this big, leather clad brute at first, when Eddie looked back again he saw him down on his knees, vigorously undoing his captor’s belt with an almost frenzied, hungry look on his face.

It was still hard to believe that Max was into it himself too, after all this is where he told him he was going the night he disappeared… It's been two days now and Eddie looked all over, he phoned all the friends they had in common, the hospitals in town, nothing... Then he finally decided to try visiting a police station and the guy who was listening to him as he wrote down the report seemed to be taking it pretty seriously… at least until he heard the name of the club where Max seemed to have fallen off the face of the earth.

He looked like one of those stereotypical tough, grizzled cops who wouldn't take shit from anyone and even scoffed when Eddie described his twinky friend but as soon as he mentioned ‘The Den’ the guy suddenly turned pale and began stuttering like he'd seen a ghost! Honestly, now that he was getting deeper inside the club, Eddie had to say, he could see why that cop didn't want anything to do with this place and practically speed ran through the questioning as soon as it became clear that if they actually wanted to look for Max, one of the officers would have to come here.

Eddie didn't know just how many people from the local police department had vanished just like his friend each time someone tried to investigate this bar and its patrons, including some very good friends of lieutenant O'Connor whom he spoke to. Otherwise he wouldn’t have been so eager to take things into his own hands once he called up the station and heard that they'd supposedly managed to contact his friend to confirm he was doing perfectly fine. Of course that was complete bullshit, Max’s phone had been off ever since he sent him that text saying he needed his help. And Eddie knew for sure that at least until he headed out himself tonight, his roommate hadn’t stepped foot back inside their apartment either!

While this whole place might have been giving him the creeps, Eddie would never turn his back on Max, he’d covered rent for him way too many times when he was in a pinch himself! Thank god he found this leather jacket while looking through his closet for clues, he'd already tried to get inside last night but the bouncer refused to let him in while wearing just regular street clothes. Wearing at least some kind of gear was the bare minimum it seemed, honestly, now that he had it on for a little longer, Eddie was starting to feel surprised he'd ever managed to get into the darn thing. He was by no means a muscleman himself but Max’s frame had to be even thinner and smaller than he would have guessed, at first it was merely a tight fit but by now it was steadily growing a little uncomfortable.

The air inside the club was also so impossibly thick with smoke… Eddie had been sweating buckets and coughing every couple steps when he first started marching through those seemingly endless, maze-like corridors. Though his body must have gotten used to it a bit because by now it was only that annoying itching that he'd been feeling all over his chest and back which had remained. Still, he had more serious things to worry about… that humongous brute he'd barely escaped from near the entrance wasn't the only one worth looking out for. If anything, by now Eddie had seen quite a few gar chomping behemoths who could have probably done to him exactly what he'd done to that poor fellow who was right beside him when they walked inside.

One thing that Eddie had noticed was how practically everyone here had one of those huge, extremely thick cigars or occasionally an enormous pipe clamped inside their jaws. He'd already had more than one demonstration of what happened to those who weren’t too keen on smoking here. Eddie wasn't exactly sure why he always found himself sticking around and watching till the very end … that's what everyone else did… gathering in a circle around the rutting pair, whipping out their cocks, slowly stroking and puffing along on their own stogies while one of those leather men worked over the helpless fuckmeat they caught… It was so curious how at first everyone seemed to be fighting back with everything they had, but once they were fed a few good lungfuls of smoke, they were all suddenly so eager to drop down to their knees and hungrily suck off every cock that was in view.

Of course Eddie wasn't into that kind of stuff himself, he might have thought how much easier it would have been to keep his focus while searching for Max if only he could empty his churning balls. Ever since he picked up that cigar from an abandoned ashtray he passed by, his cock had been throbbing so hard. He thought it wasn’t lit and was only planning on keeping it in his mouth to help him avoid getting manhandled by someone, but it seemed like it hadn't completely burnt out. Every now and then he would catch a whiff of smoke in his mouth, it was strong enough to almost make him cough all over again, but… it didn't taste bad… he was actually kind of starting to like it. Eventually finding himself clamping his lips around the thick stogie and taking deeper and deeper puffs while its tip began to burn bright red once again.

Fuck… he was so damn horny… but before he could facefuck one of those sluts he had to find his… his roommate… yeah, Max was just his roommate, he had to remember that despite what those bastards were suggesting… even if it was fucking hot… Yeah…  the more he thought about it, he’d only have to feed that twink a couple lungfuls and he would be his. That would finally put some hair on his chest too! Eddit had seen what a good helping of gar smoke could do when that leather bear invited him to spit road his skinny, near hairless cub. By the time Eddie had nutted up ass and he already packed on some nice beefy muscles and had a beard almost as thick as his own!

Feeling something vibrate in his pants, Eddie pulled out his phone and smiled as another problem had just solved itself… It was a text from his boy Max, only from some different number. He was rambling, talking about The Den, saying how fucked up this place was and how he'd barely gotten away, having to stay in hiding all this time until now because he was sure someone had been following him. Then there was another one where boy added that he was sorry because his phone was lost and he that he hoped Eddie didn't come anywhere near this place  looking for him. “Of course not, I was so worried about you bro! Will be home asap so you can tell me everything!’ replied Eddie, his grin growing even wider and more sinister as he slid his still half-hard cock back into his jockstrap. Only grabbing a couple more cigars for the way as he stomped towards the exit.

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The Bearded Brotherhood

Adam would have lied if he said that the sight of this burly, tattooed biker with an enormous grey beard didn't startle him at all when he first entered the hair salon. The brute explained that he was an old pal of the owner and was filling in for him today, then gave Adam a firm smack on the back with his meaty hand. Guffawing loudly and saying that he should relax because he runs a barber shop in the other part of town and he was going to be in good hands here. Somehow it was hard to believe that Louie, the kindly, older guy who had been cutting the hair of everyone in the neighborhood since what seemed like forever could be friends with someone like this. But Adam didn't have much of a chance to protest as the tattooed musclehead pretty much shoved him down into the chair and wrapped the barber cape around him. 

Hmm… the only thing Adam needed was a small trim before he met up with his girlfriend this afternoon. How badly could this guy mess something like that up? In truth he was a little too freaked out by the man's enormous size and demeanor to make a scene, but even that didn't stop him from complaining a little about that nasty smelling thing the guy began to immediately rub into his hair after he reclined the chair and made Adam lay all the way back.

“Now don't get yer panties in a twist, by the time we're done I'll have ya looking like a million bucks for yer girlie Adam!”

Ugh, he knew it was standard to get someone's hair a little wet to make it easier to cut but why couldn't this guy use a standard spray bottle just like Louie instead of this rank goop? It's been a few minutes already and he still hadn't bothered so much as to reach for the scissors or the hair clipper, only continuing to massage it intensely into Adam's scalp. It did feel kind of pleasant though… So much so that even though he did tell the barber he only wanted a small haircut at the start, Adam was not inclined to complain when he felt him starting to slather the balm across his cheeks as well.

The one thing this fella definitely had in common with Louie was how much he liked to talk while he worked. Only rather than sharing light hearted gossip from the neighborhood, he was telling Adam about the men who would typically come to see him in his own barbershop, most of them bikers like himself… tough, manly men… big and strong… clad from head to toes in leather… Was he really going to make himself look like a wuss in comparison just because he couldn't put up with a little stink?

It honestly didn't smell that bad… it was maybe a little musky and he would probably still have to take a shower before he met up with Cindy but nothing one couldn't get used to. Honestly, a small price to pay for such a pleasant massage… he never got one from Louie before but this guy said it was a necessary step, apparently it stimulates the hair follicles or something… must have been a thing that the fancier barber shops did… Yea, it did seem like despite his appearance this burly biker knew his stuff, or at least was genuinely passionate about it. As soon as he got started talking about facial hair, the excitement in his voice was more than palpable. Telling Adam how important it was for a man to take good care of his beard… ensure that it grows thick and strong, there was no bigger sign of sheer masculinity than a man's beard… 

Adam felt his heart beating a little faster at those words, he didn't really know why they were impacting him so much, they seemed silly when he repeated them inside his head and yet when the man leaned forward to grab something off the table and his grey, luxuriant mane found itself right next to his cheek, he was almost having trouble keeping himself from touch it. Suddenly simply unable to contain how impressed he was by its immense length and width! 

Because the barber chair was reclaimed all the way back, Adam couldn't see himself in the mirror at all. Leaving him still completely unaware that this newfound fascination with facial fur was also beginning to manifest itself on his no longer quite as smoothly shaven cheeks as before. But would he have even cared if he were to see the dark stubble that was now filling in around his mouth? Adam was already starting to fantasize about growing one anyway, somehow not particularly giving a crap how much his GF would have probably disliked it, especially if he ever allowed it to get as massive as that of this burly barber!

Oooh damn… merely half an hour ago it would have been impossible for an idea like this to come off as anything but complete ridiculousness to him, but now Adam just couldn't get it out of his head! It only got worse when he saw the can of balm that the barber was reaching for. The man on the label… fuck… Adam had never felt inclined to call another guy hot before but how else could he describe him with that gigantic beard sprawling all the way down to his abs?! 

Just like the barber himself, he was also some kind of a biker. Probably not much older than Adam himself, but how could he even compare himself to him? That was a real man! Muscled, furry all over, not some weak, hairless pansy! It was like an obsession… the longer he allowed himself to think about this, the stronger the desire to look like him continued to grow!

“Yer lucky ya showed up early Adam, already used up most of the first can on myself alone and there ain’t many more left until the next shipment gets here!”

Wait, hang on… wasn't it kind of weird how this guy knew his name? He'd used it a few times already… did Louie leave a list of who was going to show up today? But Adam thought that he hadn't made an appointment… uhh… he wasn't really sure, it was not so easy to remember for sure with just how pungent this fresh batch of balm was smelling. Especially when the barber proceeded to slather his whole upper lip with it, but Adam sure as hell wasn't going to complain if it really was going to make his stache grow longer and thicker!

He kept on going without as much as batting an eye at that statement. If anyone asked him, Adam would have said it was obvious he has a mustache, he was a man after all and he grew one out as soon as he could, same with his beard! He could feel the barbers fingertips rubbing against it this very moment and fuck, it sure as hell felt real good! That's why he always came here whenever he needed a trim. Not only you'd get full service, but you could also be sure that the ol’ Louie would never trim off too much from your fur, just enough to help shape it into a real, manly mane that everyone deserved to have. The fact that the place was always packed with a ton of smoking hot, furry studs, the barber himself included - was only a bonus!

Adam let out a soft moan as his beard grew long enough to completely swallow up Louie's fingers as he massaged his chin. Steadily was feeling the barber's hands traveling lower and lower down his neck as he listened to him talk about how important it was for a man to have a pelt not just on his face, but the rest of the body as well! Unlike before this type of talk had long stopped making Adam feel as inadequate as it used to. Now he was in full agreement! It was natural for a man to be hairy, and it was just as natural that his chest had a thick forest sprawling right across it too!

Mmm… this time Adam did not feel like trying to suppress his moan when Louie's hand began squeezing one of his pecs and rubbing it all over with another helping of balm. He wanted the man to hear how much he was enjoying himself so he would keep on going! Fuuuuck! He was so turned on! His hard cock visibly tenting up under the barber mantle. Louie's fingers have already slid down from his chest to his abs and Adam knew where the horny fucker was heading next! The anticipation simply driving him nuts! Louie’s burly, enormous body, covered in a ton of tats and all this coarse, grey fur was pressing tighter and tighter against him as he continued to reach further down towards Adam’s raging hard on. Neither of them has any qualms about someone possibly walking in on what they were doing. If they were a regular, they would know it was standard fare, if not… Louie somehow always had a way to make them come around to his way of thinking. 

Underneath the cape, beefy muscles were swelling all across Adam's body, sleeves of homo biker tats filling in all across his arms, ensuring that he won't stand out in the slightest among the men who will be frequenting this barber shop from today on forward. He growled in pleasure when Louie's rough meaty fingers finally clasped themselves tightly around his swollen piece of biker meat. The previously timid and bashful younger man  having no inhibitions whatsoever about egging on the barber to jerk his cock even harder and faster as Adam worked his nips, moaning at full lungs 

Ooooh fuuuuck! He was so damn horned up! He was going to blow that fucking load any moment now! Adam tore the barber cape off and tossed it aside. Unable to answer why the sight of his own furry, beefed up naked body and the massive, dense beard cascading from his face was suddenly so much of a turn on that it immediately pushed him over the edge. Making thick jets of hot biker sperm spray out all over himself with a deep, uncontrollable grunt. 

Damn! That felt good! Adam grabbed the back of Louie's neck and pulled him in for a kiss, thanking the man for the, as always, stellar service. Then watched as the barber scooped up a couple bigger wads of his cum into the can of beard balm and then licked his fingers clean, both bikers exchanging sly grins. Some fucker was sure going to enjoy this spiked up dose soon! As Adam got out of the barber chair and put his leather vest back on, he figured he might as well stick around so he could watch and maybe help old Louie out if he ever needed it. Not like he had anything special planned for today.

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Furry Midnight Haul

Nobody really knows how such places come to be, but it typically doesn't take very long before they are noticed by those who had the misfortune of living nearby. Most of the time it starts with people simply having a strange, uneasy feeling if they happen to get too close. But with time, the stories behind them begin to grow and fill with new, frightening details. The locals start whispering about those who went missing after going there on a dare, or just because they did not believe the rumors and had something to prove. Unfortunately for Quinn and Leo, they weren't locals at all and heard no such warnings.

After Leo's gps sent the two of them on a goose chase across the countryside, suggesting an apparently far more optimal and 12,7% faster route that eventually turned out to take them through a good handful of different dirt roads, they somehow ended up in the absolute middle of nowhere. Somehow even despite that the duo was still in a pretty upbeat mood, chatting merrily about the amazing concert they were at earlier that evening. Unfortunately it was already well past midnight and Leo was starting to feel really worn out after all the different excitements of the day so driving much further did not seem like such a great idea.

The closest town on the map was almost an hour away and even then, it was so small that Quinn and Leo doubted they would have found an open motel there anyway. Instead they decided to spend the night in the parking lot of this old truck stop they happened to be passing at the time. It looked abandoned, but most of the lamplights around the property seemed to still be working so they hoped that at least no animals would be disturbing them till morning.

Quinn needed to take a quick leak before bedtime but Leo was so wiped that he wasted next to no time reclining his driver seat all the way back and rolling up some old sweatshirt he found on the backseat for a makeshift pillow. Of course he agreed when Quinn asked him to try and stay awake until he was back in case something were to happen. But it wasn't even a full minute after his friend closed the car door behind himself that he began dozing off.

Quinn was only planning to run behind the building and have a piss there, but as he got closer, he realized that he could see a faint light flickering behind one of the windows. Maybe this place wasn't really as abandoned as they originally thought… Upon closer inspection, he found the door to the public toilet at the side of the building, that's where the light was coming from! 

Much to Quinn's surprise, while not spotlessly clean by any means the bathroom wasn't a complete sty like he would have expected and after taking a small peek, he decided to try going inside, not knowing that nobody had been there in ages. He noticed a bit of a funky, musky aroma in the air, but honestly, that wasn’t a total dealbreaker. He walked up to the stalls and found them in a more than acceptable state as well. Those were going to be useful in case that double sized chili hot dog he got at the last gas station came knocking…

But one thing that caught Quinn's eye in particular had to be graffiti that covered the walls inside the stall. He giggled, wondering if he accidentally stumbled upon some secret gay cruising spot. The drawings were pretty simple and rather crude, depicting numerous beefy, burly men, with big cocks and even bigger beards! Quinn giggled when he noticed just how much care and attention was put into drawing their junk and their body hair, but how little anything else. 

Upon a closer look, it was almost like a comic book of sorts, showing the lives of a pair of particularly hairy, bearded truckers (but really, mostly just the two of them fucking each other and the men they met on the road.) One was drawn almost like a round ball with how huge his gut was and while the other had a pretty hefty potbelly too, someone definitely put the most effort into making his arms look as big and muscular as possible. 

Back in the car, Leo could see those same two arms in a much greater detail. As soon as he'd fallen asleep, he found himself having a very strange dream... In it, he was also reclining in front of the steering wheel in the middle of this same parking lot, only he was inside of a huge semi truck, rather than the old sedan he got from his dad. When he tried to move, Leo realized that he was occupying the body of someone else.

Someone big… really big. Those furry arms he saw waving in front of him were just enormous! He also had a beard, and it must have been really long and bushy because Leo could see its end brushing all across his meaty, ridiculously hairy chest whenever he looked down! He immediately blushed when he realized that wasn't the only thing he could see… This guy's fly was popped wide open with a fully hard, beercan of a cock sticking straight out of it!

And the freakiest thing was that as soon as he saw it, Leo began feeling so damn horny, as if he'd just been beating it off himself… suddenly it was almost getting hard to keep himself from wrapping this furry paw that he now had for a hand around the engorged, leaking piece of meat. Why not give it a few strokes? It wasn't like he was planning on cumming before the huz was back… that thought came so naturally to Leo that it didn't really occur to him to ask who was this ‘huz’ that he was talking about.

The burly trucker whose body Leo was now inhabiting did not like to think too hard about things, especially not when he was this hard and horny himself! If Quinn had still been around, he would have seen Leo squirming in the car seat, moaning pleasurably as the coating of stubble around his mouth began sprouting darker and thicker. But what was going on inside Leo's dream in that same moment was far less tame…

After giving his swollen meat a few timid strokes, he quickly discovered just how good it could feel to jerk off in the body of such a hulking, furry beast of a man. By now he was completely consumed by lust, grunting loud and beating it so hard that his huge, hairy balls were swinging in the air. Leo could actively feel himself growing dumber, but it was impossible to resist all that pleasure. As if this mind, limited to only the horny, brutish thoughts was experiencing them with that much more intensity.

Some of this horniness must have been rubbing off on Quinn because as he continued to study the lewd graffiti, his cock started to tent up in his pants without him noticing. His eyes were so tightly glued to the drawings that he also failed to realize that little by little, the space around him was changing. Paint was losing its vibrant color and peeling off the walls, the white tiles on the floor turning to shades of grey and freely overgrowing with grime. The unwashed smell of sweaty, wild sex was allowed to fill the air, opening the door to numerous, dirty and perverse thoughts that were just waiting for an opportunity to sneak into Quinn's head.

He found himself picturing what those two bearded truckers might have looked like in real life. Somehow not finding it strange at all that his interest was gravitating particularly towards the drawings depicting the most explicit sex scenes. They both had such massive cocks… the one belonging to the beefier trucker was hella thick, but so was the meat of the guy with a huge gut, and it might have been even longer! Quinn let out a moan as his cock started to grow even bigger, pressing uncomfortably against his jeans. 

Ugh, why the fuck was he wearing something so damn tight while on the road? It always felt best to ride in nothing but his jock so he could always whip out his cock whenever he got horny and give hubby a hot show… and since the jockstrap was right there, he would always have something around to wipe up all that cum off his belly too! Suddenly Quinn had the perfect image of a blonde, big bellied trucker with an enormous, matted beard pressing a nasty, yellowed jockstrap straight into his face. He grinned and gave it a snort, then, a moment later, Quinn found himself making that exact same sound, his hand tightly squeezing the bulge sprouting from his crotch. 

Fuck yeah, horny manstink always got him so damn hard! Quinn started to lift his other hand towards his face, he felt something between his fingers… its crusty fabric was soaked with so many  old loads that he could already smell it… his ripe, old jockstrap… suddenly Quinn was pushing his face right into it, taking a deep snort as his faint, weekend's worth of stubble started to grow longer and denser. Already making him look like he hadn't shaved in well over a month, and probably hadn't bothered to comb his shaggy mess of beard in about as long too. 

Oh damn, this manly stink was really getting him going! Quinn was in the process of trying to clumsily undo his belt and get ahold of his cock. But fuck, he needed more! His mouth was opening, the tongue sticking out further and further, something was telling him that he just had to give this rank jock a good lick… he could already almost taste those salty, countless loads spilled into it… but then suddenly Quinn opened his eyes, asking himself just what the fuck he was doing?! He tossed the jockstrap against the wall, pushing the stall door open and bolted outside.

Unfortunately for Leo trying to resist the influence of this place was proving to be far more difficult while asleep. Even despite his dwindling intellect, he could tell that this was no ordinary dream. Everything was too real… the inside of this cab, this hulking, beefy body covered in coarse fur, the way it felt when he squeezed this beer can thick cock that constantly dribbled with pre. He had this sudden urge to give it a taste and once he did, he simply couldn't stop! He was such a horny pig! Constantly beating off and huffing his ripe pits.

Leo was still able to tell that the deeper he sank into this lustful frenzy, the harder it was getting to recall ever doing anything else, ever being anything else than this massive, furry trucker! But who cared? He was so fucking hot now! Leo wasn't able to resist tilting the rear view window towards the cabin so he could see more of himself in the reflection. Getting so damn turned on admiring his broad, meaty chest and caressing the enormous beard that was hanging down from his tough, brutish face. 

Back in the real world, Leo's body was moving in that exact, same fashion. Fingers combing through what was now a full beard, densely covering his cheeks while his other hand tugged on his swelling cock. Somehow Leo knew what was happening to him, that his real self was changing to resemble this burly, constantly horny, hirsute beast of a man but he was powerless to do anything about it. Completely trapped inside this horny wet dream and unable to wake up. 

Even his best efforts amounted to little more than making himself shift from side to side in his seat. Except by now, it was a tall and wide driver's seat of a massive semi truck and with every stroke of his cock, Leo was getting closer to filling it completely with his furry bulk. He knew that the only hope he had left was for Quinn to quickly get back and wake him up before it was too late!

Unfortunately for Leo, his friend was going through a major crisis of his own at that same moment when he ran out of the bathroom stall and saw himself in the mirror. He was so unrecognizable that at first Quinn screamed, thinking that someone else was in here with him, but when it finally sank in that he was looking at himself, he was far too freaked out to make even a peep. His puffy face was completely covered in shaggy, matted hair! The only thing that Quinn could think of was that he must have been having some kind of an allergic reaction because the rest of his body was suddenly so swollen that his normally loosely fitting hoodie was ready to burst at the seams.

Quinn was panicking so much that despite having felt the messy hairs against his fingers, he still refused to accept that such a huge beard could have sprouted all around his mouth just like that. He rushed towards the sink, convinced that it was something he could simply wash off. Turning on the rusty tap and splashing his face in such a hurry that it was only when his beard was completely soaked wet, that Quinn got a good whiff of just how badly this water reeked. 

It was so unbelievably ripe and musky, as if someone made a whole bunch of brawny construction workers wipe themselves with only a single towel after their shift, and then wrung it right above his face. Quinn let out a strained groan as he tried to hold his breath, but it was too late, his chest started to swell so rapidly that it felt like he might suffocate if he didn't pull off his hoodie. Only to find a massive, round gut flopping down onto the sink alongside a pair of fat moobs when he did.

It was just immense and it was still swelling larger and covering in thick, sweaty hair right before his eyes. Quinn’s gaze constantly darting back and forth between it and this massive, unkempt mess of a beard that was now cascading down his chest. Quinn had no idea what to do now, he only knew that somehow, watching it all happen was getting him so unbelievably horned up that he was only moments away from tearing his pants open to whip out his rock hard cock and start beating off.

But then it turned out that he won't even have to wait that long. Suddenly a big, muscled arm covered in thick, dark fur appeared on top of his belly, with another one undoing his belt and grabbing his cock from behind.

“Fuck huz, should have told me ya wanted to stick around cruisin’ for some cocksuckers round here, would have joined ya earlier! Or maybe even taken care of that gigantic schlong myself!”

Quinn moaned when he felt the grip tightening around his meat as the visitor's broad, rough fingers began massaging its entire length. He looked up and saw the gruff face of a hulking trucker brute with a beard almost as massive as his own. After a moment and a closer look Quinn recognized him, and of course he fucking did! It was his husband Leo, the horny pig couldn't even wait till he was done having a piss and had already stomped here with his cock out, wanting to fuck! But that was why Quinn loved that bastard so much, the only man he'd ever met who was as much of a horndog as himself! He grinned and pulled down his pants all the way, opening his hairy ass wide and sliding it onto Leo’s thick, throbbing cock.

“Yeah, give it to me you hot fucker! Yer gonna be tasting that load when ya rim my arse at the next stop!!!”

Wait… why was he saying that… Quinn wanted to tell Leo to stop but instead only kep spewing more dirty, perverted things and encouraging him to fuck him harder. God, that felt so damn good, seeing just how much his gut was turning this beefy trucker on! Leo was moaning even louder than he was when he caressed this furry, swelling beach ball with his meaty paws. Inside, Quinn was still desperately trying to tell his friend that he had to stop, but the only thing leaving his mouth was a horny litany of the dirtiest curse words ordering him to keep going until eventually even he was too turned on to talk at all.

Only grunting wildly as he tugged on his big nips and pushed his ass deeper and deeper onto Leo's beer can thick fuckstick. After all those years they've spent on the road together, fucking multiple times per day, they could both tell without fail just how close the other was to blowing his load. And with how loud and savage Leo's groans were getting, Quinn knew that the huz was already on the edge.

“Do it fucker! Blow that load in my… HNNGHHHHH!!!

He couldn't finish before he felt Leo squeezing his cock as hard as he could take it and jerking it rapidly until it began spewing thick globs of prime trucker spunk all over the floor in front of them. Then thrusting his cock as deep up Quinn's ass as he could before he started cumming as well, completely flooding the big bellied bear's insides. As always, the intensity of the orgasm leaving them heaving and panting loudly, completely dripping with sweat. After Leo slid his cock out, Quinn gathered some of the cum still oozing from its tip onto his tongue and pulled his man into a sloppy kiss, already looking forward to finding out just how much better this load was going to taste after marinating inside his hole until the next truck stop.

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Puffing Past Your Prime

Oh man, Zach just loved whenever this happened! Ever since their social media app took off and reached top 5 most downloaded in the whole country people started inviting him to spots like this all the time. Was this one some posh restaurant? Cafe? Gentleman's club? Honestly, he had no idea, he simply received an email the other day from one of their investors that the people here asked about him and would like him to become a regular member. 

Naturally Zach had zero real interest in bougie crap like that, but usually he actually found it kind of funny to see the reactions of all those stuck up old men in suits whenever they saw him strutting into their elite clubs wearing nothing other than a t-shirt and a pair of old jeans with holes in them. More than once some of those pricks even tried to have him kicked out. But the staff at establishments like this seemed to be quite good at keeping tabs on the guests’ net worth so often they ended up sucking up to him rather than the old farts.

The waiters here were giving off a somewhat different vibe though… If Zach hadn't noticed that those few men who were always on the move, carrying trays around were wearing bow ties rather than neckties, he definitely wouldn't have been able to tell them apart from the regular guests! Places like this often looked kind of samey with everyone being old and wearing boring suits, but this was like a whole next level!

Zach had only just realized, but holy crap, there hasn't been a single person in the entire room who didn't have a ridiculously huge beard! He hadn't shaved since last week so technically maybe he was included in this, but his definitely wasn't as grey or white as theirs! The shades of their beards, the levels of baldness and the colors of their suits was pretty much the only thing that differentiated each one of them!

But one other interesting thing was that they were all smoking pipes! Even the waiters were having a puff while moving around and chatting with the guests. Did Mike forget to mention that this was some super exclusive spot for pipe smokers? Whatever… honestly, the thing that Zach found the most annoying was how nobody seemed to be paying much attention to him here. He purposely tried to be as loud and obnoxious as possible, unmuting his phone and playing that dumb farming video game that was right ahead of them in most app stores. Yet even then, the best reaction he got was some of them briefly looking at him with amused faces for a moment before returning to their previous activities and conversations.

“Good day, I sincerely apologize for the delay in attending to you Mr Bennett. My name is Theodore and I am the director of hospitality at our establishment. We are so delighted that you could pay us a visit today. I assure you that our staff will do everything in our power to make your induction to the club a truly exceptional experience!”

Just when Zach was starting to consider bailing out of here those two guys appeared right in front of him seemingly out of nowhere! The one speaking in an eloquent and surprisingly resonant voice was ridiculously huge, tall as hell, with a colossal belly like pretty much all of them. While somewhat shorter yet definitely still quite decently overweight one, standing a few steps behind him must have been a subordinate of his. 

Zach began to explain that this was a misunderstanding because he had no interest whatsoever  in joining their club or anything, but despite the very hospitable and eloquent welcome neither of them seemed to be paying much attention to whatever he said as they talked between each other.

“Shall I fetch one of the pipes, Sir?”

“Oh, naturally Sebastian, forthwith!”

“What kind, Sir?”

“Mmm… I surmise that one of the sluttier variety might be the most suitable for Mr Bennett, then he will naturally feel inclined to introduce numerous new, virile members to our association so they could fuck his slutty hole on the regular. Oh… one moment… yes, while I would certainly prefer him on the heavyset side so that ass of his grows truly colossal, why don't we also make him into a bit of a cum guzzling cock whore while we’re at it? Let's ensure that he always has either the stem of a pipe or a huge, turgid fuckstick between his lips! Do you think you can find a suitable one Sebastian?”

“Certainly Sir, I will return with one promptly!”

Hearing this guy say all those perverted, ridiculous things in the exact, same cultivated and graceful Männer as if he was some kind of a sommelier talking about an expensive bottle of wine would have been quite hilarious if his body language didn't make it immediately obvious that he wasn't planning on letting Zach leave until the other waiter was back. It was only now that all those old farts who were sitting all around were finally turning their heads towards him, watching the scene with utmost fascination.

Zach shouted at them to get the security because this guy was totally crazy but nobody budged at all. Rather than being concerned they seemed to find him freaking out so much more endearing than anything. When it became clear that they were all in on it too, Zach pulled out his phone and warned that huge guy that if he didn't let him go, he would call the cops.

Only then, something that temporarily broke Zach's brain proceeded to take place. Theodore took a deep puff from his pipe and then exhaled a tiny cloud of smoke towards Zach's hand that was holding the phone. It was just small enough to completely obscure it and even though Zach knew it was merely just smoke he instinctively tried to clutch the phone tighter within his fingers, only to find them clenching into fist! What the hell?! He waved the smoke away but his hand was completely empty!!!

“What the fuck?! How did you do that?!”

“Please Mr Bennett, turning a cellphone into a puff of smoke is merely a small parlor trick. Very soon you will have a chance to witness a far more impressive metamorphosis… Oh, would you look at that, Sebastian is already approaching with your pipe right on time!”

At that moment Zach remembered thinking it was kind of strange how this guy phrased it as ‘his pipe’ but as he caught a glimpse of what the other waiter was carrying on a tray, he understood straight away. It stood there, right on top of a highly adorned, golden stand, his pipe! It was like love at first sight. He never even thought about smoking one before but now they were going to be, no, they already were, completely inseparable! Its stem was placed between his teeth first thing in the morning and only left its rightful spot when he was ready to fall asleep!

A jovial, cheerful laughter spread across the room at the immediate change in Zach's demeanor as though all those men were now recalling some very fond memory of their own. On some level he understood that what was going on right now was totally crazy, but as if under some kind of a magical spell, he couldn't help himself when Theodore offered the pipe to him. 

Even thanking the man when he offered him a lit match so he could puff the pipe to life. Which Zach proceeded to do without a slightest hitch like a seasoned smoker. That also surprised him, but there wasn't much of a chance to ask himself why he knew how to do it so expertly because as soon as it was lit, he found himself greedily sucking on the stem and moaning in blissful pleasure. 

Oh gosh, he knew that this was his first time ever, but he felt like a drug addict getting his fix. It was just delightful, such a rich flavor! Sebastian always picked out only the finest tobacco! Zach moaned again, he was in heaven, his head was swimming as he started feeling warm and so… profoundly turned on! If he hadn't been in public, he would have already been reaching for his cock, but then again, so many of the men sitting around them already had theirs out and were merrily stroking while laying back in their big, leather armchairs and puffing along.

Sebastian was pitching a huge tent in his slacks and even Theodore was fondling himself with a satisfied smile. Zach noticed that, the first thought that popped into his head was how much he hoped they would pull them out soon so he could suck them both dry the moment he was finished with this bowl. Mmm, he just loved sucking off the other sexy gents at the club, he was such a cum guzzling cock whore and absolutely proud of it! 

Zach was just about to ask them to stop teasing him and whip them out next when he suddenly realized that he'd heard those words before. ‘Cum guzzling cock whore', that's what Theodore had said when he was instructing Sebastian what pipe he should fetch! Holy shit!

Now that the shivers started running down his spine at the terrifying, unbelievable implications of all of this and the abrupt shock partially outweighed the still persisting horniness flooding his head. Zach had the chance to take notice of just how uncomfortably tight his clothes were feeling right now. He'd managed to peel his eyes away from the bearded waiters’ sizable bulges, only to immediately regret it as he discovered a massive  gut sticking out from underneath his shirt.

Not only was it extremely hirsute, but all of the body fur was completely white! It made him look like some ridiculously fat grandpa! His shirt was rolling up so much that it could be mistaken for the top half of a bikini, which seemed awfully suitable because Zach could see it stretching over a pair of absolutely enormous man boobs!

As his eyes grew wide in disbelief, he instinctively took a deep puff from the pipe to calm his nerves, only to find the belly instantaneously swelling even further in size. The shirt splitting at the front and letting his huge, chubby tits to flop down on it like on top of a wide, spacious shelf. God… he was so fucking hot! Those were the first words that appeared in Zach's head, and for the life of him, he couldn't bring himself to deny them.

Somehow in mere moments since putting this pipe in his mouth, an old, fat, bearded man became his absolute ideal of beauty. Zach saw how wonderfully chubby his fingers were now and after admiring the soft, white hairs growing on each knuckle, brought them closer to his mouth. Much to his delight he discovered it surrounded by copious amounts of silky, delicate facial fur. He took a deep inhale and then began gently blowing the smoke into his palm, as if trying to catch it and massage it into his beard. Loving the feeling of it growing longer and more luxuriant between his fingers. Oh god… what was happening to him?! Why couldn't he stop?!

“What the fuck have you done to me?!”

Zach cried out before inevitably returning to exploring his growing and expanding body practically right away. One hand caressing his belly while the other reached for his swollen cock, completely overcome by pleasure.

“Nothing that any of us hadn't experienced when we were first initiated into the club, Mr Bennett. It is quite an honor, while our plans are to ideally connect all men worldwide to their destined pipes one day, understandably we first needed to prioritize those with the means to help us achieve that goal…”

He instantly understood why those bastards had invited him here. It was about his social media site! They wanted to use it to spread this shit… and make more sexy, pipe smoking gents… Zach felt a sinking feeling in his stomach when he realized that he was already thinking of all the different features they could implement in the future to spark an interest in their pipes in every single man who had ever registered. And he knew that once they had their first puff, it would then remain as their habit forever.

No… he couldn’t… and yet he was tugging on his cock even faster now, taking deeper and deeper puffs of smoke, finding it so marvelous how those big, hazy plumes were slowly escaping from between his lips whenever he parted them. He was sure that his users were going to find it just as enchanting too once he tweaks the algorithm a little and makes sure that their feeds are filled with nothing but videos and pictures of sexy, bearded gents having a puff as they play with their meat.

The temptation to join them soon becoming truly irresistible, but for that they will of course need a pipe of their own. Zachary moaned in profound arousal, knowing full well that even if a few were to, by some miracle manage to keep themselves from outright ordering one free of charge from their special internet store, they still had collected enough metadata on all of them to ensure that one would be waiting at their doorstep the following day anyway.

Mmm… Zachary couldn’t take this… he began picturing all those mesmerizing, big bellied, bearded gentlemen with their pipes! First filling the feeds of his website, then the streets of the cities all around the globe… introducing everyone they knew into this lovely habit… the biggest cloud of smoke yet had erupted from his mouth as he moaned deeply, his stubby cock twitching and spraying his massive, hairy thighs with creamy, white seed. And he simply could not wait to suck them all off one by one!

***

Zachary was quite amused to find himself back right in his personal office. Of course nobody from among his colleagues had recognized him, but when he suddenly stepped out of the elevator wearing this expensive looking, extravagant suit and holding a heavy suitcase, they must have assumed he was an important investor and asked him to wait for someone right here since, as he very well knew, that one room was still by far the most presentable part of the entire workplace that hadn’t changed much from the days when they were only a small start up.

Naturally nobody could get ahold of ‘Zach’ as his cell phone had vanished and all calls were going straight to voicemail, so the honor of entertaining him fell on Aaron, their CTO. Zachary was actually quite impressed by just how quickly his friend had managed to catch on to everything after he began recounting the events of the previous day. But fortunately Zachary had a chance to personally assist Sebastian and Theodore with picking out just the perfect pipe for him. Even though Aaron knew just what was coming, he couldn't possibly resist his invitation to have a small puff together. Or for that matter to later allow Zachary to wrap his lips around his engorged, stubby cock as they pondered about this exciting new direction for their company, and even more importantly, the best way to introduce their colleagues to all those pipes waiting for them in his suitcase.

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Beach Bears

The cold water felt good on my feet as the waves washed in and out. The sun warmed my skin as I stood at the edge of the beach. It was finally summer, the season where the ladies pull out their bikinis and I get to show off all the hard work I put into my abs over the winter. I finally got to wear my new orange speedo, it was a little big but the drawstring made it so it wouldn't fall down. It still showed off my ass well so I didn't care. I tried to convince my friend Leo to get a speedo too but he was hesitant. Although he did get a short pair of swim shorts, so he'll still be able to show off for the ladies.

"C'mon Leo, let's go already!" I yelled, waiting for my friend to join me in the water.

"Ya ya I'm coming!" He yelled back as he ran towards me.

We both slowly walked into the water together, it was cold but refreshing. We stopped just as the water reached our upper thigh, working up the courage to go deeper. In the meantime, I looked around to see if we had any catches nearby.

"Bingo!" I said to Leo as I tapped his shoulder. "Right there. Red bikinis." I pointed at two ladies swimming nearby.

"Slow down man, they're like ten years older than us. No way they want us around." Leo hesitated.

"Dude, were like almost 20, were basically adults. Just follow my lead." I said as I dragged towards the two women.

"Hey ladies. Need company to keep you warm?" I said, trying to lower my voice to sound smooth.

The women looked at each other and giggled quietly. One of them slowly walked up to me and put her hand on my shoulder.

"Why don't you two go a little deeper. We're gonna get some sunscreen and we'll be right back." She said as she softly slid her hand down my arm. She then brushed her hand across my cheek and over my mouth. It left a sweet taste in my lips. I saw the other woman do the same to Leo as they started to swim back to the shore.

"Holy shit! Holy shit!" I said excitedly to Leo. He smiled back at me and we both went deeper to wait for the ladies to come back.

I laid on my back, floating on the surface of the water. My head was turning with all of the things I should say, or the things I should do when they come back. I didn't even notice myself mentally drifting away. It was getting harder to think, it was hard to tell how much time had passed. I felt comfortable as a warm sensation filled my body.

As I was floating, I turned my head to face Leo. It looked like he was mindlessly floating like I was, but something seemed off. His belly is sticking out a bit. At first it just looked like he took a big breath in, but then it never flattened back out to his normal abs. In fact it just kept growing. It swelled until it looked like he ate a basketball. I could even see fat love handles spilling over his waist, acting as floating devices for his growing body. I should have been terrified, or at least curious about what was happening but something about it felt normal.

I continued to watch Leo change, I felt mesmerized and paralyzed at the same time. His flat pecs grew into a pair of strong but soft pecs that complemented his gut. His once skinny and defined arms ballooned into strong biceps, and thick man hands. His legs and his ass plumped a lot too, making it look like his swim shorts were about to burst. Even his feet looked like they grew six sizes.

I started to feel butterflies in my stomach. Like the feeling I get when I look at a hot woman, but I couldn't take my eyes off Leo. Finally, I watched his lovely hair fall out, leaving a bald head behind. Then his clean shaven face quickly grew a thick and bushy beard that covered the double chin that had formed under his face. His features seemed to roughen up, giving him the appearance of a tough man in his late thirties.

As I stared at Leo, I noticed I was struggling to stay afloat. My body was sinking and my head was barely above water. I usually have no trouble floating, why is my body sinking like a rock all of a sudden. I go to stand up, and something doesn't feel right. I could even touch the bottom before, now the water only reaches my chest when I stand up straight. I looked down, feeling the scruff of my beard rub against my chest. Wait... I don't have a beard, why do I have a beard. When I looked down, I noticed my chest sticking out much further than it usually does. My pecs were thick and padded, and my stomach had a thick layer of muscle but it was hidden under a layer of fat. My arms were massive, It made me feel so strong. My biceps were so thick that I had to spread my arms so they don't rub against my sides. My hands had gotten so thick, I felt like I could grip a basketball with one hand.

I started to walk towards Leo, as my mind began to feel less foggy. My memories started to come back to me. I had to stop and undo the strap on my speedo, because it felt like it was squeezing me to death. I think I'll need a new one anyway, this one felt like it was crushing my dick with every step. It also shocked me how much I had to spread my legs while walking, leg day has been paying off with these thick thighs but man is it annoying sometimes.

"Wake up, babe." I said to Leo as I shook him. He snorted a bit before jumping awake. "You look so cute when you wake up." I said as I leaned in for a kiss. I loved the fuzzy feeling of his beard rubbing against my lips. He always asks me if I'm okay with him growing out his beard but I'm always adamant that I love it, I don't think I'll ever let him shave it off.

I saw his cheeks turn a bit red from the compliment. He was always so easily flattered.

"We should go back and put on some sunscreen before you burn your head again." I said as I dragged him back to the shore.

I grabbed his hand as we got to the shore, Leo always had trouble with his balance with the waves hitting his feet. His balance gets worse the bigger his belly gets, not that I mind his belly though. I've made sure to feed him well ever since we started dating. That metabolism of his will give out one day and it'll be easier for me to fatten him up.

As we got to the beach, I heard a couple of girls giggling nearby. "You guys are so cute together!" One of them yelled out. Leo blushed and looked away, and I just gave them a wink as we walked back to our beach towels.

[mermdom]

The New Cub

Jaden was a real estate agent in Denver, and quite a good one at that. He prided himself on that fact, having been the top agent at his firm for four years running. He was only 27 too, having gotten his license after high school with ease. Once he got that first commission check he never looked back. This had been a big week for him, closing a deal on a multi-million dollar house that was netting him a nice bonus. It’d taken a lot of work and effort, but as he walked into his apartment just hours after the signing he breathed a sigh of relief. He’d planned to take a few days off as a reward, some time to pamper himself like he deserved. He walked into his room, stripping off the well fitted blazer before undoing the buttons on his shirt. Water gushed from the faucet as he filled his tub with a warm bath and opened the windows, letting in that cool fall air. His belt and pants fell to the floor next as he admired his slim body in the mirror. 

Jaden was the ideal twink, with a tall and thin form that he kept supple and hairless with a meticulous daily routine. He slowly rubbed his hands down over his tight stomach, feeling the smooth skin he loved before sliding off his underwear. The warm water bubbled as he stepped in, sliding his body below the surface as water cascaded across his shaved legs. The tension in his shoulders melted away, the water sapping away the stress of the week. Birdsong echoed in through the open windows, and Jaden entered a state of pure relaxation. For all of five minutes, at least. Unable to be alone with his thoughts for too long, his long, near skeletal arm reached from the tub and grasped his phone. This may be his vacation but he sure wasn’t going to spend it at home relaxing.

He quickly opened up grindr. He glanced at the dozens of messages from the last few days but didn’t open a single one, opting instead to scroll and scroll, unsure of what he was actually looking for. Every few seconds he would get a tap or message, he knew his profile worked. It had for years, with his perfectly smooth and slim body appealing to a wide audience. He normally went for the tech guys who were in perfect shape, but that didn’t seem appealing today. Neither did a younger twink. He was about to put the app down when he got a message from what looked to be a guy in his late 30s, but in great shape. Good definition, and fully shaved, he noted.

“Afternoon gorgeous,” the message said, “got any weekend plans? Been looking for a handsome man to spoil a bit.” Jaden paused. Normally he didn’t care for offers like this, but he’d been unsatisfied from anything else so far. Plus, this was his weekend to spoil himself, why not let someone else help out? He typed out a response.

“Hey there :) Would love to be treated nice this weekend, what do you suggest?” He read it and deleted it all in disgust. “Thanks babe, I’d say I deserve a bit of spoiling this weekend, what's your offer?” he typed again, and then sent. A few seconds later a reply had already shown up.

“I’ve got a nice house with a mountain view, and I can promise the best meal of your life and the best sex you’ll ever have. Your choice for the details, of course,” the man said with a winky emoji. Not having to cook dinner was pretty appealing, and if it turned out to be mediocre he could always leave. It was just the first night of his time off after all. 

“Sounds lovely,” Jaden sent back, “Where’s this beautiful estate of yours?” A location appeared just seconds later. It was out in the western fringes of the city, a hefty drive. He knew the neighborhood though, and it was a nice one. Couldn’t hurt to give this guy a shot, he thought, rising out of the now lukewarm tub waters.

After a lengthy session of getting ready, Jaden set out for this luxury evening he’d been promised. The sun was already beginning to dip in the sky, promising a lovely sunset over the mountains. He pulled off the highway after about thirty minutes, navigating the twisting residential roads before finally arriving at a slightly secluded house at the top of a ridge. His first reaction was to how beautiful the property was, being a realtor and all. The view the man had offered seemed to be true, now he just had to test the rest of it. He checked himself in the rear view mirror, making sure his hair was tufted just right before stepping out into the cool evening air. He walked up the steps to a heavy oak door and rang the bell, hearing it echo inside. Heavy footsteps shook the ground as they approached, the door unlocked, and Jaden’s eyes went wide.

The man in the doorway was not the man he’d seen on grindr. This guy was a full-fledged daddy bear, older, fatter, and much, much hairier. He answered the door in just his tight underwear, showing off his large body that was completely coated in hair. Numerous tattoos were buried under the fur, barely recognizable. A thick salt and pepper beard adorned his face, which wore a wide grin.

“Well look at you kiddo, glad you showed!” the man said with a deep, smoky voice.

Jaden was taken aback, he’d never been in this situation. It wasn’t like the photos he saw were just a little out of date, this was an entirely different guy! At a loss of what to say, all he managed to get out was, “You… you’re not the guy in the pics!”

The man laughed, “Oh those photos, they were of my last project, don’t worry about them. Name’s Glenn. Why don’t you come in?” He took a step forward and reached out his hand.

Jaden’s brain was on red alert, he’d been catfished, lied to, and he needed to leave immediately. The old man in front of him was not at all what he was into, but that was the least of his concern at this point. What did he mean by ‘last project’? Why would he use pics that weren’t him? 

But suddenly, as Glenn stepped forward, a warm air washed over him coming from inside. It was smoky, almost rustic, but also smelled strongly of sweat and musk. His numerous trains of thought came to a screeching halt. He took a deep inhale through his nose, the smell dulling his senses in a way he couldn’t possibly notice. The outstretched hand looked so welcoming suddenly, and hadn’t he been promised dinner? The worries about the man were quickly fading, replaced by feelings of comfort. He took Glenn’s hand and stepped through the doorway without another thought. 

The inside of the house was larger than he’d expected, decorated almost in the style of a mountain cabin. It was cozy, with lots of bookshelves and wood paneling that had fallen out of style among his customers, but he strangely liked it here. Glenn led him through multiple rooms until reaching a large patio overlooking the mountains, the sunset still gaining colors in the background. Glenn sat him down on a large sofa.

“Make yourself comfortable, I’ll be right back with some food,” he said before trotting back into the house. Jaden stared out over the vista, wondering briefly why he’d said yes, before that thought too fell out of his mind. His mind was relaxed, yet a little foggy, almost similar to the feeling of poppers. He slouched further into the cushions waiting for Glenn to return with whatever feast he’d prepared. He caught himself even drooling at the thought, which shook him somewhat out of his daze, he couldn’t be acting like that. Just then Glenn walked back out with a huge plate of lamb chops, still sizzling. He set it down on a nearby table and motioned for Jaden to join him.

He sat down at the table and looked over the spread Glenn had prepared. The man hadn’t lied, it was an impressive feast. Jaden usually didn’t eat red meat but something about tonight felt different. As soon as Glenn sat down that same strong scent returned. This time it was more pungent, more reminiscent of the smell of sweat, and it made that foggy feeling return stronger than it’d initially been. But Jaden forgot about it when Glenn looked over with a smile.

“I think you’ll like this, son, it’s a tried and true family recipe after all!” he exclaimed before digging in. The word son rang in Jaden’s ears for a moment before he too dug into the food.

Despite his previous aversion to red meat he scarfed it down; it was absolutely delicious. He barely had time to speak in between bites, but Glenn didn’t seem to mind, watching Jaden devour the meal he’d prepared. Soon enough, his plate was empty, and Glenn admired the bulging stomach he could see pressing against Jaden’s tight shirt.

“Fuck, that was amazing,” Jaden said between burps. What was going on with him? First eating all that food and now burping like some degenerate caveman? But he was far past caring, already entering a sort of food coma. Glenn got up and went back to the couch, gesturing for Jaden to follow. He did so eagerly and tucked himself under Glenn��s open arm. Jaden would have never previously hooked up with a bear, but he was surprised to enjoy the feeling of a large furry body embracing him. Even more surprising was how obviously his dick sprang to life in his pants when Glenn’s hand dipped under the fabric. Glenn pulled Jaden closer to him, smiling at him as he stealthily attached a testosterone patch on Jaden’s back. It was time to see how far he could take this one.

The combination of Glenn’s powerful musk and enormous meal had Jaden completely subdued, ready to accept anything. His thick hands glided over Jaden’s smooth skin, sending shivers through his body. No other guy had been this effective with just his hands. Glenn ramped it up from there, kissing up and down Jaden’s body, feeling him shudder with pleasure. He rubbed his own hairy body against Jaden’s hairless one, subliminally inflicting him with desires yet to be realized. He couldn’t wait to see what Jaden would become. The next few hours were a blur as the sun fell below the mountains and the stars lit their passionate embrace. Glenn edged Jaden for hours, keeping him on the brink of ecstasy. He could feel the prickle of hairs as they began resurfacing in Jaden’s shaved groin. Finally after hours he let Jaden finish, spraying cum all over his slim body. Glenn massaged it into his skin as they cuddled, and Jaden passed out shortly after. That was just the beginning, Glenn thought to himself as he applied another patch to the sleeping Jaden’s body. 

Jaden arose the next morning to the smell of breakfast in the making; Glenn was preparing another feast for him. His body was still sore from the night before, causing him to groan as he got out of the bed. Glenn poked his head into the room.

“Morning, handsome,” he said with a chipper voice, “food’s almost ready!”

“I appreciate it but I should probably head out,” Jaden replied, looking for his clothes on the floor.

“Naw, what’re you sayin’ that for? We’ve got plenty more time,” Glenn assured him, stepping further into the room. That same familiar musk washed over Jaden again, and just like that he was more agreeable.

“You’re right, and I’m starving,” he said with renewed energy. Glenn came back moments later with a platter stuffed with waffles, bacon, what must have been a dozen eggs, and more. The urge to stuff himself again took hold of Jaden, who tore his way through the breakfast. Glenn watched with a grin, seeing Jaden’s belly puff out just a little more than the night before. They spent the rest of the day cuddling, making out, having more sex. Jaden was in heaven, not noticing when Glenn applied new patches to his back after the first ones had fallen off. His thoughts about getting back to his apartment faded while Glenn’s thick scent fogged up his head. It all felt so good, why would he want to leave?

That evening they showered together, Glenn’s sweat covering Jaden along with his own cum. He sensually washed Jaden’s body with his custom soap, scented like pine and infused some ingredients to encourage hair growth. He felt up and down Jaden’s body, noticing some areas that weren’t quite so smooth anymore. Hairs had begun to surface not only in his groin, but across his thighs, and even on his chest. Just small pinpricks for now. As they were drying off afterward Glenn placed another patch under Jaden’s shoulder blade. He also noticed how Jaden’s previously boney frame had softened just a tad. 

The days continued to pass in a similar manner, Glenn and Jaden spending every moment intertwined as Glenn slowly but surely molded Jaden. He was changing day by day from the definition of a twink to something else. Brown stubble sprouted sparsely across his chin and lip, his chest had begun to push out into soft pecs adorned with their own fuzz. His previously shaved armpits had stubble pushing out, with new hairs joining each day. His similarly shaved pubes were returning with a vengeance, growing in quicker and spreading further than they ever had before. Fat was clinging to his thin frame, he was filling out. 

As Jaden’s body hair started coming in, Glenn would spend more and more time rubbing his hands through it. It was an electric feeling for Jaden, he’d never known it could feel that being hairy. And he was slowly craving it more and more. Glenn continued putting testosterone patches on him as well as a number of other products he’d tried with other guys before. He wanted this cub to be perfect. Jaden’s vacation had long passed but he was oblivious, forgetting more and more each day about his previous life as he dedicated his new one to Glenn. Every day he rubbed against Glenn’s weathered, hairy body and desired it all for himself. He loved the attention, being spoiled and cared for. He didn’t even notice that every meal was huge to ensure he packed on the pounds quickly. 

Days turned to weeks, as Jadens body continued to mold to Glenn’s form. Glenn decided it was time for more progress, and introduced Jaden to his home gym. He slowly introduced a routine before pushing Jaden harder than he’d ever exercised in his life. Glenn took pride in having some strength under his gut, and he wanted his cub to have some solid muscle too. That’s when the testosterone patches turned to injections. Stronger and more effective, Glenn was pushing his cubs transformation into full gear. 

The thin wisps of hair that dotted his chest thickened and multiplied, with larger pecs pushing out as well. The chest hair spread out from his nipples and up towards his neck, and even out towards his shoulders, connecting with the pit hair that had really started to sprout. What had once been a smooth shaven pit was now erupting into a forest. The hairs darkened, grew coarse and wiry, and really began to hold his sweat in. Between that and the workouts Jaden was starting to produce his own sweaty musk at a rapid rate. His beard also grew denser and darker, peach fuzz flooded with testosterone until it became real fur, pushing out of his face. Every day the hairs grew longer, darker, and Glenn was there to feel it all, stroking his cub’s growing beard as it came in.

Each day for Jaden began to follow a pattern; he ate plenty, worked out for hours, and was intimate with Glenn for the rest of it. He would do daily testosterone injections and used Glenn’s hair growth wash. He had grown to love what was happening to him, with continuous positive reinforcement from Glenn, who would comment on his progress. He would point out during sex how much larger his cock and balls had gotten, immediately giving Jaden an erection. It was true though, what had once been a thin six inch cock was now pushing past eight and as thick as a beer can, with balls the size of lemons dangling below. 

His pubes had hit the same growth spurt. What had once been a small shaven patch had erupted into a verdant jungle of hair. Over the weeks they had pushed out slowly, growing darker and curlier, tangling together as more and more hairs pushed through the skin and sprouted out. The bush spread out from the base of his cock, coating his entire groin and reaching up to his stomach and out onto his thighs. His massive balls received their own dense fur coat; the wiry hairs so thick you could barely see through the forest. Hairs had even started climbing up his shaft, giving it an almost animalistic look. Glenn loved this, edging Jaden for hours every day playing with his thick pubes and enormous balls. The hairs blended seamlessly up to the rug on his chest, coating his continually growing belly in more and more hair. 

Jaden had put on so much size that his clothes no longer fit. Glenn of course supplied him with everything he could want, though he rarely wore more than just underwear. He loved the way a tank top looked while working out, his gut pressed tight against the fabric while still showing off his hairy chest and shoulders. His forearms grew thick with muscle as fur coated them as well. His thick thighs met the same fate, with hair sprouting all the way down to his feet. His beard thickened further and spread higher up his cheeks, leaving him with a dense covering that tangled with Glenn’s own when they kissed. His body had doubled in size, with those workouts giving him a solid muscular frame. Glenn made sure that was still softened by plenty of chub though, stuffing his cub at every meal. 

Fall changed to winter, and Jaden was nearing perfection as Glenn’s cub. They were inseparable, spending every day together as Glenn pushed the cub to be the best he could be, perfected for his own enjoyment. Jaden was enamored with his daddy bear, aware of the changes he’d undergone but not worried about his past self. As snow began to fall outside, his new mass and fur coat kept him warm even when outside, since he rarely cared to put on a coat. It was even better for snuggling by the fire with a full fledged bear, one who promised to only make Jaden more and more like himself. Jaden was now a true cub, in love with his daddy bear and looking forward to a life of growing.