The Boys (Part 1)

        It was just his luck. Of course you never get flat tires are roads where you might have a chance of being happened upon by someone, Jim thought, but only when you’re in the middle of nowhere, on a back road, when you can’t even get cell reception. He laid his head down on the top of the steering wheel and sighed. He had already been sitting there for a half an hour, in the middle of the day, and not a single vehicle had gone by. It didn’t help that he was hopelessly lost. In fact, he had expected his problem would be running out of gas, but a lone nail in the road had blown out his front tire instead.
        To one side of the road was an empty field, and to the other, a line of forest, but there wasn’t any sign of homes within sight. Of course, sitting there wouldn’t solve his problem, so he might as well start walking. He got out of the car, and with a brief look back at all of his worldly possessions in the back of his pickup, he shrugged and set off. It’s not like anyone will be by to steal it, he figured.
        Jim had just been offered the job of a lifetime, even in the horrible economy, the only caveat being that he had to move across the country. And now he was stuck in Kentucky somewhere, on his way to New York, but he doubted that he would ever get there now in time to start on Monday. Fresh out of college, he was just starting to get used to not having someone watch over his every move, but part of him wished he could just be back at school, where he could just go ask someone if he needed help. Out here, there was no one to help you but yourself.
        Not that the prospect of walking bothered him. He had run marathons for track and field all four years, and as such, his figure was very long and lean. He was taller than most people, about six foot two, and just under 170 pounds. In fact, he didn’t mind stretching his legs at all, it was more that he didn’t know where he was going while stretching them.
        He rounded a bend in the road and saw a mailbox up ahead. It was unmarked, with a dirt driveway leading up to into the trees, but he figured any house was as good as any other if he was going to find some help, and so he turned, and started up the drive. It wound around for a while, dropping down into the woods, and by the end of it, he could see a small cabin through the trees with some lights on, and a pickup parked outside. Glad he at least found someone who might be able to help him, he went to the door and knocked.
A moment later, he heard a bolt thrown, and the door opened a crack, revealing the head of a young man in the crack, who looked at him with an uncanny mixture of surprise and scrutiny.
“Hi, my names Jim. I was just driving by, and I got a flat on my truck. Do you think you could get me to town?”
The man looked him up and down for another moment, then grumbled, “Just a sec,” and shut the door again.
Curious, but figuring he might get the help he needed, Jim waited. He could hear the first voice talking to someone else through the door, but he couldn’t make out what they were talking about. A minute later, the door opened again, and a second man had joined the first.
The resemblance between the two was remarkable, and Jim figured that the two must be brothers, if not twins. “He’ll do,” the other one said, “Let him in,” and they threw open the door, and pulled Jim inside.
The cabin was a bit of a rundown mess, and the occupants weren’t much better. Both of them were overweight, and were wearing overalls with nothing else, and their hair was scruffy. The major difference between the two was that one had a crude mullet, and the other had a crew cut.
“Now what’s the problem buddy?” One of the men asked.
“I got a flat down the road a little ways, and I was wondering if you could give me a lift to the nearest town where I could talk to a mechanic.”
“Well, we were gonna go into town later today, but we have lunch on the stove. Why not join us for a bit of food, and then we can take ya there. I’m Billy.” Said the one with the mullet.
“And I’m Gus,” said the other, “Here, take a seat,” he said, pointing towards the sofa in front of a roaring fire, “Billy will go finish up lunch.”
“Uh, sure…thanks,” Jim said, and took a seat, Gus following him. “Isn’t it a bit hot out for a fire?”
“Nah, it get’s cold down here in the woods, even in the summer. Besides, it’s the most entertainment we get sometimes. Here, just watch it for a while,” Gus said, and Jim nodded, looking at the fire with him, “See how the flame jump? Isn’t it soothing? The red and yellow flickering?”
Jim nodded, and looked deeper. There was something even more special about this flame, something he didn’t understand. It wanted him to do something. It wanted him to relax. “It is nice,” he said, already a little drowsy.
“Now, you were gonna ask me if we lived here alone.”
Jim couldn’t remember what they had been talking about, but that was something he had been wondering. “Do you…uh…live here alone?” he droned in reply.
“Just us brothers. Our daddy ran off a few weeks ago.”
“That’s too bad…” Jim replied, his eyes fluttering.
“Yeah, it is. But you could help us, if you want.”
“How?”
“You could be our new daddy.”
Part of Jim recognized how odd that statement was, but most of him was too absorbed with the fire to care. “But how could I do that?” was his only reply, and Gus just chuckled.
“You can let us take care of that,” he said, and the whistled. Billy’s head materialized around the corner a moment later.
“He ready?”
“Easiest in a long while. Now Jim. You want to be our daddy, now don’t you?”
“I do?”
“Of course you do. You’re such a nice fella, wanting to help us out, right? That’s why you came here, isn’t it? Because you wanted to help us?”
Something about that didn’t seem right to Jim, but he had come because someone needed help. “I don’t really remember…” he muttered, and then added, “I guess that might have been it…”
“Of course it is, Jim, or should I call you daddy? I can call you daddy, can’t I? And we’re your boys now, right?”
“I guess.”
“Well, then we need you to look like out daddy first of all. Go get daddy some clothes Billy.”
Grinning from ear to ear, Billy ran over to a corner and came back with a pair of very large overalls.
“Why don’t ya get undressed and put these on, daddy,” Billy said, and the two boys helped pull Jim’s clothes off of him and get him into the overalls, which were much too large for him, and when he sat down, it really looked like Jim was under a denim blanket.
Gus took Jim’s old clothes and threw them on the fire, and as he watched them burn, Jim came to a little, and said, “But I need those! It had my wallet in it!”
“Shush daddy,” Billy said, “You don’t need those anymore, it’s not important, now is it? Trust your boys, daddy. We wouldn’t steer you wrong.”
“Oh…I guess you know best.”
“Of course we do,” Gus said, “But clothes don’t make a man. You still need a lot of work.”
“What do I need to do?” Jim asked.
“We’ll show you. First, you definitely don’t look like a daddy, so maybe we can help you out there, first. Not many daddies are as skinny as you are, are they?”
“They aren’t?”
“No,” Gus added, “Good daddies are always big and fat. You want to be a good daddy, don’t you?”
“I guess so…but wait—“
“Don’t worry daddy, just let your boys take care of everything. Come here. I have something that can help you gain weight. Nothing helps daddy’s grow big and fat like boy cum does.”
“Boy…cum?”
“Sure,” Gus said, as he hauled out his thick, seven inch cock from his overalls, “All you gotta do is suck it out like a good daddy.”
Tentatively, Jim wrapped him lips around Gus’s cock, and started to suck. Immediately, he felt the flesh go rigid, and a stream of thick liquid began pouring out, which he swallowed.
“Tastes good, doesn’t it daddy?” Gus asked, and Jim nodded, still sucking away. Already, Jim could feel the liquid filling up his stomach, but he could feel it seeping out to other places as well, even out to his fingertips. Slowly, he felt a small gut emerge, and then grow out, with two heavy man boobs following. Every part of him felt like it was growing thicker. Looking down, he could watch his thin arms begin to expand, until they looked like hams, the fingers thick and short. “Go on,” Gus said, “Feel your belly. It’s hot being fat, you love your gut. All good daddies love their guts, and you do want to be a good daddy, don’t you?”
Jim nodded, and as he continued sucking, he started rubbing his hands around, everywhere he could reach. As his gut increased and forced his legs apart, he realized that Billy had come around next to him and was stroking his dick as well. “And ya know,” Billy said, “Boy cum can help lots of things grow,” and a moment later, and other stream began to poor over Jim’s head and face, and Gus pulled his cock away, making Jim groan.
“More,” he said, “I want some more,”
Gus and Billy just laughed, “There will be plenty more, but first we need to get you all fixed up,” Billy said, and then the two of them began massaging Billy’s cum into Jim’s head and face. Before long, a beard had begun to sprout from Jim’s face, a light brown like his hair, even though he’d never even been able to grow a successful moustache in his life. His hair was growing just as fast, and before long his beard was reaching down to his chest, and his hair was nearly as long. Even his eyebrows had become thicker, and joined in the middle. Jim licked the remaining cum from around his mouth, and sat back as he continued rubbing his big belly. The overalls fit him much better, and were, if anything too small. Beneath his thick beard he had grown a second chin, his man boobs were now thick flaps beneath the straps of his overalls, and his new apron spread down between his legs. His thighs had grown into massive trunks, and his ass was now a jiggly mass, compared to the tight package he had had before.
“Damn, you’re looking more like a daddy already!” Billy said, and started rubbing Jim’s belly as well, making him moan.
“Yeah, but he isn’t perfect yet,” Gus said, “but he is getting there. Now, what next?”
“I know!” Billy said, and then got down on his knees in front of Jim, “Every daddy needs a nice big cock.”
“Billy, everyone knows that daddies don’t need a big dick. Daddies just need a hot ass and mouth for fucking. That’s what daddies are for after all.”
“They are?” Jim asked.
“Of course they are,” Gus said, “That’s one of a daddy’s main jobs! Letting his son’s fuck him, and sucking their dicks.”
“Oh. Well can I suck your dick some more then?” Jim asked.
“You can suck mine!” Billy said, holding up his still hard and leaking dick, which Jim immediately fell on.
“Just don’t let him grow anymore Billy. I’ll be back in a bit.” Gus said, and disappeared from the room.

To be Concluded…

Winter in the Northwest is pretty terrible if you enjoy having a bronzed complexion. Tanning is really your only option, so when the “Light Palace” opened up, my interest was piqued. They were a specialty tanning salon, whose tanning booths gave off different frequencies of light, in order to produce various effects. Of course, I thought the idea was idiotic but novelty can be fun.

I don’t know what happened, to be honest. Maybe I went to the wrong booth, or they calibrated the frequencies wrong. All I remember was lying in the booth when I started to feel itchy. I couldn’t see very well in the blue light, but my fairly smooth body was packing on hair at an incredibly rapid pace. Worse, the booth was locked into a ten minute cycle–I was trapped.

Suffice to say, they gave me a refund, though it wasn’t much compensation considering I’ll never be rid of this pelt. It grows back in a day, and my face has a five o’ clock shadow an hour after shaving. I just learned to embrace it, eventually, though unfortunately, being bronzed doesn’t matter if no one can see your skin.

Source: kawaiibentobox

Marcus didn’t know what to do. He kept trying to shave it, and within an hour, it was back, thicker and wilder than before. He decided to just let it go and see what would happen–and was thankful when the growth slowed and appeared to stop leaving him with a massive wiry beard coating his face.

That spell had been a horrible idea. He’d wanted a beard, but one he could control. He found the spellbook and flipped through until he found the counter curse and started casting it…but the strangest thing happened. His beard began twisting against his face, contorting his lips and jaw into slight changes. He lost control of the spell, strange syllables falling from his mouth, making something new.

He could feel the power resonate within him, and he felt itchy. Looking at his body, he saw hair filling in the rest of his smooth form in a thick layer, and there was nothing he was going to be able to do about it. The beard had more than a mind of its own–and there was no telling what Marcus’s new sentient pelt might do with him.

Source: thedailybeard

There are some places in the world, small ones, where ley lines converge, which pulse with spectacular energy. There are many kinds, masculine and feminine, purity and corruption, but merely passing through them is enough to incite a small change in any person, but for a special few, whose own energies reverberate with the lines below them, something spectacular can occur.

Paul Bunyan, we believe, is one such example, though most think he is all but legend. While traversing the American Frontier, he likely stumbled through one of these intersections. Imagine his surprise as he was struck with a bout of incredible horniness, jacking his growing cock as he quickly grew out of his clothing, rocketing from the height of a normal man to twelve feet tall, his beard and body hair growing thicker and thicker and impossible to cut, his cock soon the length and girth of a normal man’s forearm. Of course we prefer to speak of these instances as mere myth–but that doesn’t stop men from spending their lives searching for these sacred places, hoping they too, will be changed, and be made extraordinary.

Opposite Day? How about an opposite year? Yeah, I was pretty suspicious when I found the spell online, but I knew just the asshole to cast it on–Mitch Greenin–the biggest bully from high school. The spell would flip twelve things about a person’s life, one a month, without them noticing until the end, when the changes were sealed. His first change was to gain fat whenever he worked out.

He has no clue, and six months later he’s getting pretty huge, especially after his nutritious meals started packing on the pounds during the second month. He’s also a lot more polite, not that his crude, insulting remarks are automatically translated into proper, polite English. This month though, every time he shaves, he’s going to put on more hair–and Mitch shaves everywhere. It’s going to make him a huge hit at the bear bars next month, when I flip his sexual orientation. I’ve already made him subservient to every person he would rather try and dominate, so he’s probably going to have a lot of training in sucking cock and taking it up the ass before too long–and the year’s only half over.

Jeremy was a late bloomer. At fifteen, he’d had no growth spurt, his body was smooth, and his voice refused to crack. In school he was miserable, and picked on almost constantly, so when Jeremy found the spell on line which promised to kick his puberty into high gear, he didn’t hesitate to cast it.

In the morning, he was ecstatic at the amount of body hair he’d put on in a single day, but was concerned to find that he’d actually put on weight, and only grown a inch taller. He hoped he would put on muscle like everyone else, but by the time gym class rolled around, his shirt didn’t even fit over his gut, and he had to go out without one, showing off his hairy chest and beard to everyone.

Worse, the one thing which had turned way up was his sex drive. His balls were huge and churning, his cock nearing seven inches, and he soon discovered that he was gay–when he nutted his shorts after a jock tackled him. Apparently, for Jeremy, puberty just wasn’t what he’d hoped it would be.

Andy at the Roadhouse Part 2

Andy, oblivious to the near silence of the bar, kept drinking his beer and smoking his new cigar, completely ignorant of his slowly maturing body. However, this brew was really nothing more than a warm up, something to prepare and prime his system for Ed’s true talents. He had countless numbers of recipes, for both beer and liquor, and the men waited to see what he’d emerge with next for Andy to drink and move the transformation into its final stages.

The men sensed movement behind the bar, and they crowded over to see Ed come out of the kitchen with a large pilsner glass filled with a light ale, but with no foam on top. In fact, the brew looked completely flat, and a few men let out a whistle or a hoot, having already guessed which color had won the day. Ed ignored them and approached Andy, “Here man, consider this my apology for Danny Boy earlier–it’s a rare brew of mine I’d like you to sample–my version of a Norse honey mead.”

“Sample,” Andy slurred, eyeing the monstrously large glass, “This is a bit big to be a sample…” still, he took it in hand and sipped a bit off the top, wincing at the rank, bitter flavor. “Dang, that’s a bit…rank. Shouldn’t it be a bit sweeter?”

“Oh, keep at it, I’m sure the taste will grow on you,” Ed said, and Andy took another drink, and then another. Ed was right, the taste wasn’t as bad as he’d first thought, and before he could stop himself, he tipped it back and chugged the last three quarters of the glass, not even minding when some of it dribbled down around his fledgling beard and down onto his chest, leaving an odd trail of blonde hairs where the stream had run down. “Alright boys, I have a tub in the back set up for our friend here,” Ed announced to the room, “However, I think it’s going to need to be topped off–if any of you would like to contribute.”

Now everyone laughed and clapped and hollered, some heading towards the rooms in the back of the bar, but others crowded in closer around Ed and Andy, who glanced about, drunk and confused by the sudden attention. “What–what are you talking about, Ed?”

“Don’t you worry man, you just sit there for bit and let that last brew sink in a bit,” Ed said, “You feeling anything? Thirsty…maybe?”

“Huh? I guess a little…actually, I kind of gotta go piss, where’s the restroom?” he asked, set the cigar down in an ashtray and tried to get off the stool, but Ed shoved him back down.

“Now hold your horses, don’t you think–” Ed started to say, but then leaned in closer, putting his hand on Andy’s cock through his shorts and massaging it gently, “don’t you think it would be so much hotter to piss yourself right here? In front of me and these hot guys? Wouldn’t that just feel so sexy?”

“Wha–Oh fuck, you freak! I gotta get…I gotta…oh god, I can’t–I can’t hold it…” Andy groaned, and suddenly couldn’t hold back his cock, releasing a blast of acrid, foul smelling piss into his shorts, which ran down his legs, onto the barstool and down to the floor, the men around him laughing and jeering at him, but while he knew he should be embarrassed–instead he felt really good, almost proud. His cock was rock hard, and his piss smelled so good, he could almost taste it and…and he was thirsty all of a sudden. Really, really thirsty. He licked his lips, and pushed himself off the stool, turned around and before he could stop himself, started licking up his pissbefore it could be sucked up by the dry sawdust below him, the men cheering him on as he lapped up as much as he could.

“Aww, don’t worry man, we have plenty of that for you,” Ed said, pulling out his cock and waving it in Andy’s face, “All you have to do is beg like a good little piss whore. Go on, beg for it, bitch.”

Andy, on his knees, looked around at the men surrounding him, their eyes hungry, and he knew he should run. He knew he should fight past them, get in his car and drive off as fast as he could, but fuck, the thirst! And that little bit of his own that he’d lapped up, it had tasted so good, he could only imagine what drinking Ed’s would be like. “Please…” he whispered, his voice dry and cracked. He took a moment, licked his lips, swallowed and tried to make some moisture so he could speak, “Please, please, Ed, can I…can I have your piss?”

The men jeered at him and Andy felt his face redden, or at least the bits which could be seen through his dark, full beard. “What did you say whore? You didn’t just call me Ed, did you? That name is reserved for the men and clientele of this establishment, not for its whores!” the men laughed, and Ed drank it in with a smile, “Now how about you try something with a bit more…respect.”

“Please…Oh god, I’m so thirsty, please…sir, please I need it, I’m so…” Andy groaned, but his voice dried out and he was afraid that if Ed didn’t relent he might never speak again.

“Alright, alright–I can see you’re suffering there. Here you piss whore, take a good, long drink,” Ed said, and started pissing, Andy latching his mouth around his cock as quickly as he could to avoid missing a drop, and the sheer ecstasy which rolled across his face sent the men into another bout of laughter and applause. Andy, however, heard none of it. The sheer satisfaction of a long drink of piss after his fear of starvation–it was overwhelming, and with with several full body jerks he shot a load of cum in his wet shorts, though he never released Ed’s cock for a second, nor stopped his relentless swallowing.

When he finished milking the last drops from Ed’s dick, he released it with a gasp. “Thank you, oh thank you sir, you saved me,” Andy said, feeling rejuvenated, but surprised at the deep, masculine voice which emerged from his throat suddenly.

“Ha, if you liked that, I’ve got a load of you, pig!”

“Me too, you can suck me dry anytime!”

Ed held up his hand, silencing the crowd, “Hold your horses, men, our new whore isn’t finished yet–now how about you all help me get him out of these soaking wet clothes?” Before Andy could even think of resisting, the patrons descended on him, ripping away his shirt and soaked shorts.

“Holy fuck, the pig shot a load already! Just from drinkin’ Ed’s piss!”

“What a fuckin’ hog–we might as well hook him up to the urinals full time!”

“That true pig?” Ed said, grabbing Andy’s constantly growing beard and yanking his face around inches away from his own, “Did you just shoot a load from drinking my piss, you fucking bitch?”

“Ye–Yes sir, I’m sorry sir, I was just–just so thirsty, I–”

“You fucking whore!” Ed said, slapping Andy across the face, “You don’t cum unless someone tells you to, got it? You’re here for our pleasure, not your own–if you cum, it’s because we want you to, got it? Gonna have to do something about this one–apparently he’s a bit more eager than I anticipated. Alright whore, I have a little party all set up for you in the back, shall we go check it out?” Still clutching Andy’s now foot long beard, he pulled him up and dragged him into the dark back rooms of the bar, where Andy saw a group of men standing in a loose circle, and the scent of piss was heavy in the air, making his lips dry out once more. In the middle, he saw a washtub filled three quarters of the way with the same amber mead Ed had brought him, though this had now been augmented by over a dozen loads of beer piss from the patrons, with more coming every minute. Ed parted the circle with a shove and then pulled Andy to the edge, and with one whiff it took all of his nerve to keep from plunging his face in and drinking all that he could. “Well? Go on whore, we all know you want it…” Ed whispered in his ear, but when Andy still didn’t move, he grabbed the back of his head, twisted his fingers into Andy’s now shoulder length hair, and shoved him down into the yellow liquid.

In his terror, Andy choked and breathed in, but was soon taking in as much as he could, not caring whether it went to his lungs or his stomach as long as it was inside of him. Too soon, far too soon, Ed pulled him back up, letting Andy shake the liquid from his eyes and lick his lips, and notice that everyone was laughing. “Someone grab a mirror and show our urinal his new look,” Ed said, and one of the men ran off, returning a moment later with a mirror, showing Andy that his hair, beard, and even his eyebrows were now a bright, but dirty, blonde. With the long beard and hair, he almost looking like some piss sodden viking. Still, he couldn’t hold back anymore, and he wrenched himself out of Ed’s grasp and flung his face back into the tub, but a moment later, he felt hands grab his legs and fling him in, face first.

He drank–it was all he could do, all his brain could think about, how he needed it all inside of him. The cheers of the men felt so distant, and he could feel himself filling up, growing as his body was forced to expand and make room for the gallons of liquid in the tub. It shouldn’t be possible, he thought to himself more than once, he shouldn’t be able to hold all of this inside of him, but inch after inch he drained it, until there was a layer too difficult to lap up, and the men hauled him out of the tub and dumped the rest right down his throat, tipping the tub up and pouring it into their new whore’s mouth.

Finished, he gasped for breath and air, exhausted, amazed that he was alive, and when he could open his eyes and look around, his vision faint, he caught sight of the mirror being held up for him, but he couldn’t see–didn’t want to see himself, really. What he could make out was a massive, round figure, but that was just his tight, swollen gut, matted with hair the same blonde as his head and face. But behind the gut–he was huge and massively muscled, with bulging arms and solid pecs. It was so much, and the room was spinning faster and faster at odd angles. He slumped onto his side, the cold concrete soothing against his hot, flushed skin and taut gut. Even the men crowding in around him, trying to keep him awake wasn’t enough to keep his eyes open, and the last thing he saw was Ed pushing through and bending down over him, and Andy was out.

*****

There was something–something slapping him in his face. At first, he thought it was a cock, but it was a hand, and he opened his eyes, seeing the man in magenta he’d spotted in the bar earlier looking down at him. “Hey, Hey! You ok? Come on Eskel, let’s get you up and empty you out. Don’t make me shove these pits in your face and get you up that way,” he said, and grabbed the blonde beast’s muscular arm and helped him up with a deep groan. Musky couldn’t believe how big the new guy, Eskel, had gotten last night–Ed had really outdone himself with this one. The last yellow they’d had couldn’t hold anything like this guy, he must have tweaked his mead recipe from before.

There really wasn’t much the slender Musky could do to help the nearly seven foot tall and over three hundred pound muscle man Eskel had grown into up out of bed. It didn’t help that his swollen gut stuck out nearly three feet in front of him, and was as rock solid, so while Eskel pulled himself out, Musky took out a cigar from the humidor on the bedside table, lit it, and gave it to Eskel when he sat up. The cigar brought some new life to him, and with some coaching, he managed to haul him into the bathroom, sit him down on the toilet, and Musky pressed down on Eskel’s swollen gut, hearing the piss suddenly shoot out of Eskel’s thick, short cock and into the bowl, the scent of urine making the norseman lick his lips in thirst, as he shook his head and became truly aware of his surroundings. “Where…where am I? Who are you?” the man growled, but Musky shushed him and focused on milking his gut down to a reasonable size. “I…remember you, from the bar–I saw you…what happened? Where–where’s Ed? I don’t…”

“Look, Eskel, maybe….” Musky said, stopping his pressure, leaving Eskel with a beachball sticking out under his pecs, “Here, that’s good enough, let’s flush and then get you in front of a mirror, it’ll be easier to show you.” He tried to get Eskel to stand up, but he started struggling against him, and rather than be slammed into the wall by the muscle man’s huge, hairy fists, he backed up and let him stand on his own.

“My name…My name isn’t Eskel, why you keep calling me that? My name….my name is…” he started to say, but he caught sight of himself in the mirror over the sink and his jaw dropped. “No…No, no, no…” he said. He was huge, he couldn’t even see his whole self in the mirror, but the sheer mass–it was incredible. He was hulking, he was a blond, muscular piss freak, he could smell it on himself and he was so thirsty. “No, fucking no!” he shouted and slammed his fist into the mirror, sending down a shower of glass before collapsing back against the opposite wall and descending into sobs, clutching his bloodied knuckles and sucking on his cigar for deer life, the smoke being the only thing keeping his rage in check.

“Eskel…” Musky said, stepping closer, “I know…trust me, I know what its like, but just trust me, alright? I’m here to help you, we all have to help each other, or we don’t have anyone. Or else it’s just Ed, and…” but he stopped not even sure if Eskel was listening to him or not, and deciding to just take a chance, he got down and pulled the huge man into a hug. Eskel flinched at first, but pawed his way around Musky and pulled him closer, not even minding the man’s stench.

“Why…Why can’t I remember my name? I wasn’t Eskel, before…I don’t…”

“Ed took it,” Musky said, “He took all of ours–I don’t know your real name or I’d use it, I swear. He just called you Eskel, and so, that’s all I have. Now, I’m sorry, but we need to get you dressed, because we have a meeting to go to, and trust me when I say you don’t want to be late, or try and resist, alright? It isn’t worth it.”

Eskel thought about it, thought about how angry he was, but…the small man was probably right. “What’s your name?” Eskel asked.

“I don’t know, but you can call me Musky. Now lets get you ready, Ed told me how he wants you to look, so…well, just hold on.” Musky said, lit a cigarette for himself and left and brought in a pair of bright yellow hip waders held up by suspenders which he helped Eskel into, and then pulled out two yellow handkerchiefs, braiding both of them into Eskel’s permanently wet beard. The big man was happy he’d shattered the mirror, because he didn’t want to see himself like this, but Musky looked like he approved, though he could sense the big man’s apprehension. “Look, just trust me on this. It isn’t forever–Ed let’s us all go eventually. And…and I know this isn’t much solace, but if you let go, and if you try not to fight it? You might even like it eventually.” Eskel snorted in doubt, and Musky smirked, “I know, I know–but, well, let’s just say I know from experience. You ready to face the world now? We don’t want to be late.”

Eskel nodded reluctantly and started to follow Musky out of the room, but stopped, “Wait,” he said, licking his lips, “I’m…” he said, but couldn’t get the words out, but Musky understood well enough and pulled out his cock. Eskel grinned, got down on his knees and drank down Musky’s rank piss, and already feeling a bit better, followed his newest friend and fellow whore to the bar, to face the new day.

Image Vignette: The Gainer’s Dilemma (Part 1)

(As requested by scot185f)

Tony stood in front of the mirror, and held up his camera phone, getting what he hoped would be his before shot of what would be an astounding transformation. See, Tony was what would be called a gainer. He wanted to be bigger, and especially fatter–well, and hairier, and just…he was just tired of being him. Smooth and mostly hairless, paunchy but not really fat. He’d tried recipes designed to pack on weight, solutions designed to thicken beards, but nothing had worked well, but then he’d run into Max.

Max had been like him, only worse. Scrawny and short, he’d always wanted to be bigger too. They’d met in a forum a few years ago, and once they’d learned that they lived in the same city, they had struck up a bit of a friendship, but both of them had miserably failed at encouraging the other to gain much more than fifty pounds. However, they found some solace in their own failures, and gathered a small group of others like them whose genetics and metabolisms thwarted them at every turn. Tony had even begun to suspect that something like a relationship was growing between them, when all of a sudden, Max was gone. He disappeared for more than a month, and just about the time Tony had gotten tired of leaving him voicemails, Max had shown up on his doorstep–only it was a very different Max who stepped through the door.

He was…big. Not just with a big gut, but tall too, a good foot taller to be exact. And damn if that gut didn’t look fine on his as well, and the hair! It was everywhere! Max had never been able to grow more than an ugly patchy beard, but the bear who strutted into Tony’s apartment had no such problem. Of course, Tony didn’t believe it could be Max, not at first. It was only after the bear had described some of their time together, and some of their secrets, that Tony began to believe, but that of course left a different question–how? How did this happen?

Tony could tell Max was reluctant to divulge his secret, but it finally came out after a few beers. He’d undergone a medical test for low testosterone, and the medication had worked better than he’d ever imagined. Hell, it had worked so well, he wasn’t going to be able to return to his old life–no one would recognize him. He was being relocated by the drug company, and he wasn’t even supposed to be discussing this with anyone from his past life. Still, he wanted to show someone, and Tony was the first person he’d thought of.

Tony was at first incredulous, and then, he felt a wave of jealousy wash over him. It wasn’t fair. Max had gotten more than he’d ever dreamed of, and he’d gotten nothing. Sensing the shift in his friend’s mood, Max pulled out a strange jar and handed it to Tony. “Now listen carefully. Apply this cream wherever you want to accelerate the growth. It takes a couple of minutes to start, but when it does–you have to be quick, and take a shower a few minutes before you reach your target look, alright? The water neutralizes the salve and washes it away, stopping the growth. You didn’t really think I was going to leave you all sad, did you?” Max said, and gleefully, Tony hugged him, loving the feel of his friend’s new gut against his own small belly.

“Should…should I do it now?” Tony asked.

“Of fucking course you should do it now! But I don’t want to watch. I want to be surprised,” Max said. “So get in there and let’s see it.”

And so here was. Taking a picture of himself, just to remember himself by, and hoping that this wasn’t just some scam. Maybe it wasn’t Max. Maybe it was just some guy who was tricking him into the bathroom so he could steal his stuff while he wasn’t watching–but that was ridiculous. Almost as ridiculous as a salve that could make you grow like Max had grown. But what did he have to lose? He stripped down and started applying the cold cream, focusing on his belly and chest, but then slathering some on his face where he wanted a beard, getting some of it in his hair by accident. He stood there for a few moments, feeling silly more than anything else, when he felt the cream start heating up on his skin, the warmth sinking into him, and a moment later, he saw his gut begin swelling visibly.

He shouted with glee as he watched himself grow, grabbed more globs of the cream and started slathering it on his arms, thighs and ass, before fondling his burgeoning belly, feeling it fill with fat and start sinking down, into an apron hanging down over his groin. Hairs sprouted all over his smooth belly, at first just a thin treasure trail, but then filling in all over. His chest filled in as well, moobs growing full and fat, his nipples growing into thick sausages. His thighs and ass expanded as well, though were a bit slower since he applied it later, and he watched his chin darken with a beard and several chins filled in under his neck, his hair even growing longer from the accidental application. However, as he was playing with his new body, he realized that the growth was only speeding up–and he hurried to the shower, almost tripping over his feet at his new height–he was getting taller even–taller! He thought about just letting it continue, but decided against it, and turned on the faucet, dousing himself with cold water, and he grabbed the soap and started scrubbing down his now expansive form.

With some regret, he realized he’d forgotten to apply anywhere where it might really count. His cock and balls had remained the same size–a measly four inches, and with his new bulk they felt even smaller, but he could always apply it again, right? Just as Max had said, the growth stopped abruptly as the cream washed off his body, and he cleaned it from his face last, letting his beard grow a bit thicker. Satisfied, he stepped out of the shower, and realized he had nothing that would even remotely fit his new frame, and somewhat bashfully, he lumbered back into the living room where Max was waiting.

“It…It worked. I can’t believe it actually worked!” Tony said, but was silenced as Max plowed into him, kissing him roughly and fondling his love handles.

“Fuck, you’re so goddamn sexy like that. This is how I always imagined you should be,” Max said, “I love you Tony. I love you so much!”

The sudden pronouncement caught Tony off guard, and a bit nervous, he broke away from Max and took a couple of steps back. “You…you love me? Is that why you did all of this?”

“Yes Tony, I wanted you to…to come with me. We can be big together man! It’ll be a whole new life!”

Tony gaped for a moment, and tears came to his eyes. He rushed forward and slammed into Max, his sheer weight enough to knock them both over and send them crashing to the carpet with a thunderous clud. “I love you too Max, thank you, thank you,” Tony said as he started stripping the bear out of his tank top and jeans, and found that Max had one more surprise he had buried for him. While Tony might have forgotten to apply the salve in all the right places–Max had not. His cock was a good ten inches long, and quite thick, his balls hanging low, with each the size of a tennis ball. Tony had been so distracted by Max’s new gut that he hadn’t even noticed his new package.

“You like that big cock, Tony? I made it especially for you, and that big, fat ass you always told me you wanted,” Max said, them roughly rolled them both over so he was on top of Tony, who was starting to notice that something was off. Max had never been this aggressive before. Whenever they had played, Tony had been the one on top–and he suddenly didn’t like where this was going. Then he was on his belly, and Max was running the huge cock up and down his crack, and then it was in his hole, and no amount of begging or pleading could make the big bear on him go any slower or gentler.

Certainly the salve had had an effect on Max’s stamina. He fucked Tony for a good half hour, who managed to enjoy most of it, once he’d gotten over the initial pain. In fact, the feeling of Max’s rough thrusts reverberating through his body was so sensual, it easily made up for the rest of it, but the personality change had startled him. Was this even the same Max he had known? The one he had started to develop feelings for? Max reached under and started fiddling with Tony’s cock, making him lose track of his concerns and lose himself in the sex. Max was close, and when he felt the bear’s huge cock begin spasming, he released as well, feeling his jizz shoot over his gut and drip down onto the floor. They remained coupled for a moment, and then Max eased himself off with a grunt and rolled over, where they laid together for a while in the afterglow, until Tony worked up the nerve to ask the question nagging him.

“So…Max. What are the side effects of this stuff? I mean, you said it was still being tested, right?”

“Uh…well, about ten percent of us experienced some personality change–usually increased aggression and libido. I…I fell in that category, but you probably noticed that,” he said, blushing a bit and realizing he might have been a little rough, “A small few had allergic reactions on their skin, some weren’t responsive to the treatment at all, and others, well…they just kept growing. Water didn’t stop it–it only slowed it down, and the risk of that one increases with every application, which is why we can only apply it once.”

“Once? But I wanted…well, I wanted to improve my own equipment a bit, if you know what I mean…” Tony said, “It isn’t fair that you have this huge tool and I don’t.”

“It’s not my fault you didn’t think of it. Besides, I was always the bottom for you. I think having the rolls flipped might be kind of nice,” Max said, rolling on top of Tony and pinning him to the ground, “You certainly didn’t seem to object much, after all.”

“Come on, one little bit can’t hurt. Let me get a couple inches out of it at least.”

“No,” Max said, the domineering tone slipping in without him even noticing, “It’s too dangerous, and that’s that,” he said.

Tony glared at him, but said nothing. He was starting to think he wasn’t liking this personality shift at all. However, their argument was halted by a knock at the door. “Oh…Oh fuck…” Tony said. He had completely forgotten.

“What? Who is it?” Max asked.

“It’s…well, the rest of the guys, they were going to come over for a padding session…I wasn’t expecting you–I forgot!”

“God fucking damn it!” Max shouted. He had counted on being able to spirit Tony away before anyone could know the wiser, but now the rest of the gaining group had arrived, and they certainly wouldn’t let Max and Tony get away without wanting to know their secret. Max scowled, and he realized that what he had imagined as a simple visit to help his lover was becoming quite the gainer’s dilemma.

End Part 1
To be concluded next Tuesday.