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The Feral Superhero (TF story)

It started with a strange itch.

One moment, you were just an average guy—minding your own business, walking home from the gym, sweat still clinging to your shirt.

Then, that itch crawled along your forearms… your chest… your legs.

You pulled your sleeves up—and your eyes widened.

Hair.

Thick, dark hair.

Sprouting fast.

Spreading faster.

Coating your skin like a wild pelt, rising out of every pore.

You staggered into an alley, trying to make sense of what was happening—your breathing heavy, your shirt clinging tighter with every breath.

Then the smell hit you.

Musky. Raw. Animal. You.

You raised your arm to sniff your pit—instinctively.

A hot, earthy stench filled your nose, and a low grunt escaped your throat.

You should’ve been disgusted—but instead, it lit a fire in your chest.

It felt… good. Better than good.

Your mind flooded with pleasure.

“Unnhhh…” you moaned, lips parting as you breathed deeper into yourself, like your own scent was fuel.

And that’s when the change kicked into high gear.Your lats widened—ripping your shirt in half.

Biceps ballooned with power, veined and beastly. Hair spread across your growing pecs, dense and sweaty, framing the thick slabs like fur on a primal beast.

Your abs pushed out from your stomach, bricks under a tight skin of sweat and musk.

Every muscle inflated with heat, pleasure, and strength.You doubled over, moaning low, deep, dumber.

The thoughts in your head—gone. What was your name again? Why did it matter?

“Uhnnn… YEAH…” you growled, running your now-clawed fingers across your hairy chest.

Your voice dropped into a guttural snarl. You smelled yourself again—addicted.

You were perfect.

Musky, stupid, huge.

Your jeans burst open, and your legs exploded with thick power—quads flexing with feral might, calves like tree trunks.

Hair flooded over them like a pelt. You weren’t just big anymore. You were alpha.

Wild.

A superhero forged from sweat, scent, and sheer himbo hunger.A new name whispered through your corrupted thoughts

"FERAL.”

No cape. No shirt. Just power, pit stink, and pure dumb muscle built for smashing, flexing, and saving the day—with your pecs and your grin.

You flexed hard, sweat dripping, stinking up the air around you. You loved the way people stared.

You loved the way your own scent made your head spin.

You weren’t a man anymore. You were a feral, hairy, stinking hunk of muscle with claws and charm.

And you were just getting started.

Suggested by : Musclejedi7

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Mask, Off

My boyfriend has had this thing for mascots for the longest time. He says he likes the idea of hot sweaty men hidden under layers of foam and fake fur. And though the idea of someone hidden behind a mask is a bit of a turn on, I never really got it. Still, I thought I could use my powers to good use.

We were out watching the state college’s football game against a rival school. And though the game was in full-swing, Dennis’ eyes were glued to their mascot, some kind of muscled bobcat in a tight football uniform, running up and down the field. I leaned over in my seat to his ear and whispered, “I have an idea that I think you’ll enjoy. In 30 minutes head to the team locker room for a surprise.” He had a confused smile on his face and nodded.

With the plan set, I got up from my seat and walked to a hidden alcove tucked behind the stands. I began to chant an incantation I learned, one that would allow me to astral project my body and possess people. After repeating the mantra I opened my eyes, finding my spirit hovering over my now-unconscious body, sitting limp on the ground. No one else would be able to see me, not in this form at least.

I flew my way over back to the game and onto the field. There, I saw the mascot standing by the sidelines watching the game play out. Using my new ghastly form, I snuck up behind him and began pushing into his body. Quickly, I began possessing the mascot, rather the person inside the suit! From an outsiders perspective, it might’ve just looked like the bobcat was performing a jittery, flailing dance. In reality though, I was subconsciously putting the owner of the body to sleep deep inside of their own psyche so I could take control. It only took a moment before I had full mobility, controlling him like a puppet. I found my vision blocked by the large bobcat mask, with only a slight view through the costumes mouth. I could feel the stuffiness of the costume clinging onto my new body, causing me to feel like I just entered the sauna.

Trying to look inconspicuous, I made my way under the arena to where the team’s locker room was. Though I was the one driving the body, I was able to recall memories and details of whoever’s life I possessed, so I knew for sure that it would be totally deserted. Inside the locker room I made my way into the bathroom. Taking my mask off I could see who I was in now, and-

Damn, am I not a stud.

Who would expect that the guy under is so hot. Maybe I’m starting to understand why Dennis was so into this? I might just have to stay in after the game and see what else this body can get into. Well in any case he’ll be here in a few minutes; and when he does the real fun can begin! Maybe I won’t reveal myself just yet. Instead as he enters I’ll ‘catch him sneaking in’ and he’ll have to pay me back with a blowjob. Or I could punish him into the putting on mascot costume, suffering the pain wearing the second-hand sweaty suit, pretending I don’t actually know that’s his secret fantasy. Whatever the case, I just have to keep an eye on the clock. I’m sure the sport fans will notice if their beloved Bobcat is gone for too long!

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