Pecs. I Love Them.

Pecs. I love them.

Pecs. I Love Them.

People who can transform into other people tend to have one part of a body they love. For me, dicks are cliché and ass is boring. I could see why people would like feet but I'm not that type of guy. But pecs. Sweet, sweet pectoralis major - the largest and superior muscle on the chest wall, that's where the gold is at.

Pecs. I Love Them.

Whenever I transform into other people, my pecs are the first thing I change. The feeling of having your man-boobs stretch and get filled with dense muscles is one of the most euphoric feelings a man could feel. Oh, the joy of waking up knowing that you can grab and squeeze both jigglers.

Pecs. I Love Them.

Most of the time, I like to keep them hairy. For me, hair in your chest exudes brimming manly strength. I like to cop a feel for my pecs and feel the light bristles of my hair run between my fingers. It's kind of therapeutic when I do that. Whenever I show them to other people, they either get intimidated or infatuated. I like both, but the latter gets you several invitations to the bedroom. When I do get invited, I always make sure to have my pecs satisfied.

Pecs. I Love Them.

Although, there are times when I like the absence of hair. I assume it's a placebo, but I'm more sensitive when I lack hair. I moan immediately when someone's finger explores my pecs and nipples. How I'd squirm when they circled my areolas. Or how I'd get to my knees when their tongue prods my nipples.

Pecs. I Love Them.

To make the best of both worlds, I like to keep a tiny patch of hair just between the two breasts. Such big and magnificent pectoralis pairs pretty well with a manly bearded face.

It's always fun saying, "Hey, my eyes are up here," whenever someone stares at my rack. I love it more when I grab their hands and tell them that it's okay to squeeze them. The fluster on their faces is always a priceless thing to see.

So, yeah. I'm the pecs guy. I love it. I'm practically obsessed with it. I don't think I'll ever change, and that's a good thing.

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Hey do you think you could transform me from white 30 year old slim barista into a 20 something Asian dumb muscle himbo. Think it would be nice to not overthink things for a while.

Your job as a barista just makes you sick. All day long you have to deal with know-it-alls who think they're the rulers of the galaxy. Or at least the next Elon Musk. Most of them are definitely as big of assholes as he is. Tired of it? Okay, that's what I'm here for.

The customer is standing in front of you and wants something with flat and white and latte. You have no idea what he wants. You hardly understand his language. What are you doing here anyway? Shit, you wanted to go to the park… But what did you want in the park now?

Shit, you're as dumb as a brick. What are you going to do in the park, bro? Work out on the pull-up bar and pick up daddies to pay for your next protein shake. And a gym membership. What was that about ‘not overthinking things for a while’? Dude, you'd be lucky if you remembered to breathe!

11 months ago
wolfstx777 - Men 2 Men
11 months ago
wolfstx777 - Men 2 Men
10 months ago

Any Given Sunday

James's stomach cramps. He clenches his soft gut in pained pleasure as it gurgles, and he can feel ... abs start to indent themselves on his stomach. When he lifts up his shirt to examine his stomach, a deep, sunkissed tan starts forming around his belly button, which is swirling with dark, black hair. He feels an all too familiar heat blanket his body as he starts to sweat.

He sits bolt upright in bed.

He forgot!

It's SUNDAY!

Jaden's voice comes through loud and clear. James's stomach sinks inwards, the fat redistributing to his flat chest and bloating his non-existent pecs and small nipples simultaneously. He bites his lip to stifle a moan as he feels the beginnings of Jaden's pillowy pecs start mounting on his chest.

Jaden please - ugh - just this one - FUCK!

His abs stretch larger against the skin and he moans and groans as his pecs inflate larger, jiggling as his back arches. An Adonis belt carves a path straight to his hardening cock.

Sorry lil bro but you know I gotta watch the game.

Jaden's abs pop and settle into place. His nipples stop growing as his pecs do one final push, all the muscle and fat flexing and bloating and stretching the skin, and put an immense amount of strain on his sleep shirt. He's still in his pajama pants, his cock pulsing and twitching against the rough fabric. His balls fill to the brim, their massive print visible through the fabric. His armpits tickle as a burst of Jaden's dark pit hair grows out. His body odor, tame and mild at first, is starting to get stronger. Jaden always smells like he's just gotten done with a workout.

"Fu - Fuck!"

His voice deepens into Jaden's, cracking and dropping a full octave lower, becoming deeply seductive. James struggles to catch his breath as he begins to feel the first telltale signs of himself slipping away and being replaced by Jaden. The dull buzzing haze of horniness and perfect, jock himbo stupidity begin carpeting his brain as Jaden makes his presence more and more known.

Can I - mmph - can I take my clothes off - huff - first?

Thought you'd never ask broski.

James closes his eyes as he feels his hands strip off his sweaty shirt. The tan sweeps upwards and covers his pecs, makes them grow a little bit bigger. Ja..den's pec tickles as the first of his tattoos forms and inks itself across his chest. James's hands squeeze and play with his tits, making his cock pulse harder and teasing out the first inch of growth in his below average cock. He's moaning extremely loud. He knows Jaden doesn't care if his neighbors hear him basically screaming.

You just - you just like hearing me moan, don't you?

Jaden laughs. He could just let James go right now because the pleasure is so intense. His shoulders broaden as his tan takes over James's pasty white skin. His arms bloat with muscle and fat as more tattoos inch their way across his biceps, thicker neck and shoulders, those traps which seem to try to split the skin as they grow along with his massive back which stretches James taller to Jaden's even 6 feet. Jaden takes this opportunity with James's bloating, expanding hands to tweak and pull his nipples, causing James, who still has control over his vocal cords, to cry out and writhe on the edge of his bed.

Nothing turns me on more bro.

He throws his arms behind his head and flexes his strong abs. His powerful musk fills James's room. His forearms crack and expand as James groans in pleasure. His face pops and shifts, nose expanding and lips filling with delectable fat. Dick-sucking lips, as Jaden would call them. And Jaden sucks a lot of dick. The widening tongue shows that Jaden will also dabble in some pussy if he gets the chance. James may be strictly gay but Jaden will fuck anything that'll let him. One cannot be this horny without looking for any avenue of release.

His hair shaves itself into Jaden's buzz cut, the hair receding back into his scalp. Jaden is one fine motherfucker. Sometimes he forgets this fact but one look at his reflection in the TV screen reminds him, and he winks. His upper body piles on more mass and muscle and James's moans become more feverish and desperate.

Jaden, I don't think - I don't think I can take anymore.

We're almost done little bro.

His hands finish growing and his forearms become blanketed with his thick hair. His fingers lengthen across the back of his shaved head as the last of his tattoos ink themselves on James's fingers. He slides off James's ugly striped pajama pants as his pubes start growing thick and dense, a scraggly forest. Sweaty and the nexus of all that musk that Jaden's producing. His cock springs up, hard and dripping, leaking pre all down the shaft and lubricating the swollen head. His balls have finished growing and are huge, apparent in everything Jaden will wear.

Much like his cock.

But first.

How am I smelling bro?

So ... fucking .. good.

He flexes his strong biceps, the muscles rolling around like boulders beneath the taut skin, and buries his nose in his pit, letting James be overcome by the smell, as he starts fucking James's cock into his fist and teasing out the growth he needs. He needs to make that cock 9.5 inches. He jerks off as he makes out with his huge bicep, his cock stretching along his palm. Those 5 inches straining and bloating into 6 inches within seconds. James's flat ass bloating and fattening up into Jaden's bubble butt, that sways and jiggles, and bounces with every step. He can twerk too. A party trick that sends whatever is left of James after every transformation into overdrive. James doesn't like it when Jaden goes to football parties, worried about Jaden spreading this ... whatever you want to call it to other people. Jaden promises to always pull out, never shoot down someone's throat or in their ass (or pussy). But sometimes Jaden is extremely forgetful. James too, especially when Football Sunday -

"James? You okay in there? You left your door unlocked!"

It's Eli.

Exhibit B of his forgetfulness, that pre-Sunday fog: he forgot Eli was coming over too.

You .. fucking .. asshole!

Jaden dumbly chuckles as James's ass continues bloating and stretching. His cock crests at 7.5 inches. Jaden brings his hands down and squeezes his ass, squishing it and feeling the fat, soft cheeks. It finishes growing as he thrusts upwards, the ass jiggling and clapping together, his hole gaining in sensitivity and sprouting more of those musky hairs.

James's thighs inflate next, the tan spreading downwards as more dark hair swirls and grows. His thighs clench together as they touch his balls, the calves becoming strong and dense with muscle.

"What is that smell?"

Jaden wrests control from James as he takes his hands off his still growing cock - 8.5 now! James could scream at him if he could. They're so close! - and leans back. James's room smells strongly of Jaden as the tan finally hits the last part of James's body. His feet crack and expand, stretching across the hardwood floor and gaining sensitivity, making Jaden shudder and groan as they drag across the cold floor.

"It's me bro!"

Eli opens the door.

You didn't tell me your friend was so cute.

The twunk looks absolutely captivated by the big man on the bed where his friend should be. He sees the man's cock gain the last inch and a half needed, his feet growing to size 13s, big enough to rip through any of James's shoes. Eli watches the big man move and grab a baseball cap and a football, and in doing so, a direct blast of musk comes out of his hairy armpits. He's so hot. He sees James's clothes on the floor. Then he swings his eyes back to the naked jock, cock swinging and spitting webs of pre everywhere, and turns on the TV to the football game. His fat ass sways and jiggles as he walks. His body is powerful and bulky. When the football game begins playing, something clicks in Eli's head.

"You're Jaden?"

"That's me bro. Jamesy told you about me huh?"

Any Given Sunday

Eli only nods as Jaden flexes his massive biceps. Rubs his perfect, pillowy pecs. This self worship session sends lightning bolts of pleasure to his dull brain. James is long gone. Relegated to a back seat viewing. But he feels everything. Not as intense as Jaden is feeling, his cock twitching and bouncing, his hormones kicking into high gear, but he still moans inside of Jaden's head as he worships himself. Eli tries to think of something to say, anything, but his brain is fogging up with horniness and not the alarm bells that should be ringing as his cock hardens in his sweatpants. The print is obvious. Eli has felt horny but this feels different. It's like he's thinking more head on his cock than the head on his shoulders. Jaden sees it and flexes harder. Worships himself with more intent and lets loose a few deep groans.

"I don't know what y'all were planning on doing, but we can watch the game together since you're here."

"Can I please suck your cock?"

Eli blushes. He didn't mean to say that out loud.

Jaden smirks. His cock like steel and at the ready.

"Well, since you asked so nicely."

Eli stumbles to the massive man. Before he can go down to the prize, that massive, throbbing cock, Jaden pulls him up for a kiss. It's rough, and deep, and intense, and Eli turns into warm pudding, literally melting against the big man and squeezing his soft pecs, which only makes the big man moan and kiss him harder. And then those large masculine hands are on his head and pushing him down, his mouth wide open and accepting the musky cock in his mouth.

For some reason it's like he's being fucked in the ass by the guy as Eli bobs up and down on his cock, sucking him desperately. Milking him really. His smelly pubes brush up against his nose. He's sucking Jaden off expertly. Jaden moans and groans - the sensation intensified by him playing with his huge, swollen nipples - and he combs his fingers through Eli's hair and pushes him down, big powerful thighs thrusting his cock up and deep into Eli's throat, ass flexing and jiggling and sagging below him.

Jaden watches the game as Eli sucks him off. He's not going to pull out. He's always been curious/wanting another bro to watch a football game with on Sundays. It's a little boring sometimes to just fuck his fist or one of his many toys every five minutes, which is why he leaves to go to parties. He has all of Sunday at his disposal. He expects the small part of James to protest, fight him.

But he doesn't.

Maybe he wants to see what will happen too.

Jaden erupts like a geyser. He holds Eli's head down as he pumps load after load into Eli's throat. Eli blows his own load in his sweatpants, cock untouched and just rock solid in his pants. He cums more than he expects, soaking through his underwear as a few stains appear on his pants. Jaden groans and moans, mouth wide open as his deep voice fills the room. Shit he should edge more often.

When he finally stops and Eli pulls off with a slick pop, Jaden notices a dark patch of something on Eli's face.

It's the beginnings of a beard.

"My face feels itchy."

Eli's voice is already deepening, a dullness seeping into his once intelligent sounding voice. His beard blooms across his face.

He picks Eli up and places him on the bed as he looks down and sees Eli's nipples harden, fattening against his polo shirt. His cock strains harder against his sweatpants, that wet spot growing into a veritable puddle. Jaden tears it off, Eli moaning in shock and pure arousal as his chest begins expanding. The sensation of whatever fat is on his body filling his growing pecs, the muscles expanding in every direction as his muscular cleavage becomes cavernous, is doubly intense by Jaden's massive hands massaging those growing muscle tits. Dark hair swirls around his nipples and blankets the smooth skin.

Any Given Sunday

"What's happening to me bro?"

Jaden kisses the changing man on his fat lips. Eli's strengthening arms clutching onto Jaden's broad back.

Whatever is left of James smiles contently. Now Jaden won't ever complain about Sundays being boring again.

And you know what? James can't help but agree.

10 months ago
wolfstx777 - Men 2 Men
11 months ago

Friday Friendship

Hey there! This one is kind of a spiritual successor to Calling the Plumber - and as such, it is one of the rare gay to straight stories of mine. While I do try to keep it friendly and without any homophobia or hate, feel free not read the story if you don't like g2s!

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One bad thing about Scott's and Cody’s relationship was that they both were almost stereotypically gay in a lot of senses. Both were thin an

It was hard to overlook Montgomery and Archibald. Of course, that was always the case. But here, on the dirty construction site of their new home, the expensive silk suits of the couple stood out even more than elsewhere. Yes, the two of them were together - and they made sure everybody knew it. Not only were the two gentlemen standing in a tight hug whenever possible, but their flamboyant and colorful clothing left little doubt about their sexuality.

They were those kind of gays that conservatives were afraid of. Both were old enough to have been alive during the stonewall riots, although only Montgomery was actually there as a teenager. Still, the aged couple embodied everything the gay community prided itself on having achieved during the last decades.

Friday Friendship

Their house, too, would be a statement. The mansion was the largest construction in the area, and the most expensive one. It was going to be built on a large hill, overlooking the town, and its style was... extravagant. The house was to be built in a modern architectural style, but the two men had insisted that the walls would be entirely covered in rainbow colors, although that was still in the future by now. Surrounding the mansion would be a magnificent garden, a park even.

"My dear, are you satisfied with the construction?" Archibald asked his husband in his lime green suit. Montgomery had dyed his hair in an orange-pink tone today and wore a purple tie to his green suit. It was hardly the first building site he visited, since he had made a fortune in real estate.

Archibald, on the other hand, was a bit more conservatively dressed. His suit was a more subdued shade of beige, although his tie was of a bright sky blue color. He usually didn't dye his hair, and today was no exception: He wore the gray with pride, although he spent a fortune on hair and skin care products. He, too, had a respectable job as a top manager in a logistics company.

"Well, darling, I'm not sure yet." Montgomery replied. "I want it to look great, and the work has been good so far. But frankly, it feels that the workers motivation is somewhat underwhelming."

"I think I know what you mean, my dear." Archibald commented as they walked through the empty shell. "It is barely three in the afternoon on a Friday, and there isn't anyone around anymore. The workers must be out partying already. I can't fault them for that, but it is rather annoying, isn't it?"

"Indeed. It would have been nice if they were a little less lazy, though. The garden is behind schedule, and I believe the electrics are going to be delayed by another month."

"That is quite unfortunate."

Montgomery nodded and they walked a bit in silence. It was true. There was still a lot to do, and it looked like the workers left early for the weekend.

Finally, Archibald sighed.

"I guess I could take a look at the progress the electricians are making. I do know a bit or two about this. Maybe then we can talk to the foreman about their work. It's a pity that we cannot supervise every little thing here, but our jobs demand a lot of our time. If only we had a bit more hands-on control."

"My, what a fabulous idea! I will take a stroll through the garden then, to get a better picture there."

The husbands kissed each other on the lips as they split up and Archibald opened the fuse box. He had indeed done a bit of electrical maintenance in his prime, so he knew that what he saw in the box was nothing less than a mess. He sighed and was about to close the box again, but hesitated. No, he couldn't leave the mess like that. He would just tidy things up a bit, to show those inexperienced workers how it was done.

Carefully, he began to work on the wires, but before long, he felt uncomfortable. The fuse box was located in the bright afternoon sun, and it was just positively hot here. Still, not wanting to leave his work, he slipped out of his jacket and hung it over a nearby wall. He didn't notice that the piece of clothing disappeared once he turned away, nor did he notice that his hands became nimbler as he rearranged the wires.

Montgomery on the other hand found the garden construction even less advanced than he had hoped. Even worse, someone had left a few plants out in the heat. They would surely be dead by the time the construction continued on Monday. Montgomery couldn't let that happen. This garden would be beautiful, and no plant would die under his watch.

He carefully carried the plants to the place they were supposed to be. Of course, he knew - he had planned the park all by himself, so he knew where everything was supposed to go. As he arrived at the shady place, he understood why the plants hadn't been placed yet. The ground was wet and muddy, and there weren't any holes yet. He would need to talk to the foreman about that, but the man was surely already in the weekend as well. There was, however, a shovel nearby. Now, aside from ceremonial groundbreaking, Montgomery had never held a shovel. It wasn't that he didn't understand the concept, but he was just not the type for physical labor.

Well. He looked over his shoulder to his husband, who was apparently still busy looking at the fuse box. It seems like he had some time on his hands, so he might as well. Grimacing, he grabbed the shovel and carefully stepped on the soil, trying not to ruin his expensive shoes or pants. That worked well, for about two steps. But as soon as he tried to break the ground with the shovel, a big clump of wet soil splattered on his lime green silk pants.

Montgomery frowned. Well, that suit was ruined anyway. No reason to stop there. Determined, he pulled the shirt out of his pants and opened his vest. He wasn't going to ruin his custom tailored suit for no reason.

Meanwhile, Archie was getting into his work even more. From time to time, he had to wipe his brow, though, as he was sweating like an animal. His dress shirt was stained with multiple sweat stains already and didn't really *look* like a dress shirt anymore, but more casual. The same could be said for the rest of Archie as well. A certain youth had returned to his face, as he was concentrated on his work. This way, he didn't notice when his hairstyle dissolved into an unkempt mess or when a bit of stubble grew in on his chin. His shirt clung to his body now, drenched in sweat. It had long ceased to be a dress shirt though but had become a plain - although rather filthy - beige t-shirt. His tie was nowhere to be seen.

Due to the wetness, the shirt didn't leave much to imagination regarding his body. Not just his face had rejuvenated, no, his entire body had. He was leaner and his muscles firmer now. Out of the V-neck of his sweaty shirt poked a few golden hairs, and before long, his main hair had turned into a Nordic blonde, as well.

Meanwhile, Monty was digging like crazy. He had to get those plants in the ground, or the foreman would... Wait, what was he thinking?

He stopped for a moment, to scratch his head. Thinking was not his strong point, and Monty knew that. But he had other qualities, that made up for that. When he grabbed the shovel again, to keep digging, he heard a ripping sound that made him stop again. The shoulder of his shirt had ripped. His boss was going to kill him! Although, it appeared somewhat strange to him that he was wearing such a colorful and impractical shirt. Perhaps there weren't any other shirts left?

He looked around and saw only one of the electricians still on the site. He knew the guy, he was friendly enough. He surely wouldn't mind if Monty went shirtless for a bit. With an effort not to damage the clothing even more, he peeled out of the garment. He was only half successful with that, and a few more rips sounded before he had finished taking it off.

Monty looked down at his muscular and hairy torso. The cold air was good, and he wasn't afraid to get dirty.

With every movement of the shovel, his arm muscles tightened, and his frame filled out more. A short beard sprouted on his chin, and his now full earthy brown hair shortened to a more practical cut. It wasn't like he had money for an expensive hairdresser, after all.

Finally, he had the holes ready and wiped his hands on his sturdy pair of work pants. Now, he only had to put the plants in. Despite his impressive physique, Manny was always very careful with the flowers, and he made sure that none of the roots got damaged or that he didn't break the stem.

He looked at his work. Good, that would look great, once the plants grew. Someday, he would have a garden of his own, and a house like that. And a beautiful wife and two, no, three children. But that was still a long way to go, with his poor pay.

Friday Friendship

Someone behind him cursed and Manny looked back to the electrician.

Chad was still sweating like crazy as he worked the wires. His mates had all gone to the clubs by now and he was stuck here and had to fix the mess he had created. That was only fair, but he wished the foreman wouldn't have noticed until Monday. He had to hurry up, though. He didn't want to spend his Friday night on the site, after all. Perhaps he would even get lucky and find a guy... No, what was he thinking? Working on these fruits' house had made him all confused. No, perhaps he would find a busty bombshell to take home tonight. Chad felt his cock growing hard at the thought, creating an obvious bulge in his work pants. Great, more distraction.

Chad tried to readjust himself, just in time as he sensed the big burly gardener approach. He knew the guy loosely but had forgotten his name already - if he even had known it at all.

"Hey, everything alright with them wires?" the low voice of the brute asked in a friendly tone.

"Yeah, I just need to finish up here... Should be done aaaaany minute now..."

Manny watched Chad connect the last wires. Poor guy. His t-shirt was soaked with sweat, and he looked like he was really hot and stressed out.

"Cool. It's no fun working late, and on a Friday. Hey, do you want to hit a bar after that? I could go for a cold one."

Chad looked over his shoulder at the bear of a man. Was that guy hitting on him? Na, his face only showed dumb innocence.

He shrugged. "Sure, why not, eh..."

"Name's Manny." Manny said.

"Great. Manny." Chad said and closed the now somewhat better looking fuse box before wiping away his sweat once more.

"I'm Chad."

Friday Friendship

Manny and Chad left the building site together this Friday afternoon. Neither of them knew that they were going to become best friends over this and many more beers. Manny turned out to be a great wingman for Chad, and Chad even ended up as Manny's best man during his wedding and godfather for his first child. Sometimes the closest friendships are forged in the Friday afternoon sun of a construction site.

10 months ago
Scott Braun Sam & Scott, 2024 - S**n Cody
Scott Braun Sam & Scott, 2024 - S**n Cody
Scott Braun Sam & Scott, 2024 - S**n Cody

Scott Braun Sam & Scott, 2024 - S**n Cody

10 months ago

Night of the were-himbo

Dave's heart was pounding fast when he finally arrived in the relative safety of his apartment. He took a few moments, leaning against his door to calm down and wipe away the cold sweat from his forehead.

What in the world was that? He had trouble wrapping his head around what he had just experienced, and he needed to make some sense of it to keep his sanity.

While he sat down on the couch, he noticed that he was wearing his hastily thrown on shirt backwards, and it was soaked with sweat. No wonder, really. It all started after work, this afternoon. Dave, who was working in electronics manufacturing, had one of the rare days that he craved a beer from a bar. Okay, no, this wasn't entirely honest. It had been one of the rare days that he had felt low-key horny all day, and he went to the bar with the hope of meeting a beautiful girl there. Truth be told, that was a rather faint hope, because in about one hundred percent of the few times he tried, he went home alone afterwards. Still, no reason not to try, right?

Surprisingly enough, especially for a Thursday evening, he really did meet someone. The girl - a woman, really - was absolutely stunning. Her long blonde hair was cascading down her slender, well-shaped back, and the tight dress she was wearing was revealing every curve of her body. And, even more surprisingly, she was all flirty and... interested in Dave. That was something new indeed. So, the two of them talked a bit and one thing led to another. A few drinks later, Dave found himself accompanying the woman he didn't even know the name of to her place. He should have been suspicious of how easy it had been to hook up with her, but he had been drunk and horny and, frankly, she was smoking hot.

As soon as they entered the apartment, the woman, whose name Dave still didn't know, was all over him, kissing and making out. He figured that she, too, must have had quite the dry spell period and was kind of needy because of that. Even when he noticed that he didn't carry any condoms, she just laughed and said it was no problem, because they could just do anal. Dave had never actually done that, but he had seen enough porn to know where everything was supposed to go, so, he agreed, because why not?

However, when he found himself working on her ass, with her legs up in the air or on his shoulders, he noticed something odd for the first time. Her legs were really hairy, for a woman. In hindsight, he was pretty sure they hadn't looked like this before, but back then, he didn't pay too much attention, because he was kind of occupied.

He had to admit that he closed his eyes at some point, not to be distracted by the surprisingly strong and hairy legs, and her low grunting didn't seem too strange as well. But, after he came inside of her, he opened his eyes again, and...

Dave wiped away his sweat again.

The beautiful woman wasn't there anymore. In her place, a muscular *man* was sprawled across the bed, with his obscenely large cock still hard and a puddle of cum on his torso.

Needless to say, Dave panicked and threw on his clothes before the man could come back to his senses and ran. He ran until he arrived here.

That was... paranormal. Dave had been so sure that he didn't hook up with a man, and there had been absolutely no possibility that she had been exchanged for a guy, while was still balls deep *in her*. There was just *no* rational explanation.

Dave wasn't homophobe, but he was straight. There was no way he'd hook up with a guy, even when drunk. He... needed to take a shower. Perhaps a cold shower, to get rid of this... confusion.

As he undressed, he looked at his body. He was average. Not overly strong or weak, with a light amount of body hair and a slight belly. A normal man, in any way. His involuntary sex partner on the other hand, had been far from that. *He* had been fit and broad, muscular and hairy. Given, Dave hadn't really paid him too much attention and had been focused more on getting into his underwear, but he could recall some details, such as the broad chest and the bulging biceps.

Dave shook his head. No. He wouldn't mind having a body like that, or at least the fitness part. The amount of body hair wasn't something he was too fond of, but the small amount he had didn't bother him enough to shave it off.

Night Of The Were-himbo

Even after the shower, his thoughts returned to the man. Not in a sexual way, but the whole thing had just been so weird. And even when he went to bed, his dreams kept returning to the encounter.

Dave couldn't really recall the exact nature of his dreams, but when he woke up, he was sweaty from head to toe and his bedroom *reeked* so much he could smell it himself. As he removed the blanket, he groaned inwardly. There, at about groin-level, was sticky half-dried evidence that his dreams had been quite vivid and erotic. His underwear had absorbed a lot of the cum and were stuck to his body, but it was obvious that he had climaxed several times throughout the night. How embarrassing. It had been *years* since he had a wet dream. It was no use. Even though he was already borderline late for work, he hopped into the shower and changed into clean underwear before he left for his job.

The morning hours went by fast, but as the day progressed, Dave felt bored. His gaze wandered over the room. Working in a male-dominated field meant of course that only a few of his co-workers were woman. But somehow, even though they were wearing their work uniform, they seemed particularly good-looking today.

Dave tried not to stare. Most of them were married, and also, don't fuck the company, but he couldn't help himself. He noticed that, even when they were just doing mundane tasks like lifting boxes or carrying cables, their bodies moved in a way that seemed particularly sexy. Dave didn't consider himself a pervert, but he felt his body react to the show.

It took him a lot of self-control to avert his gaze, but still, his erection did not subside. He shifted around uncomfortably in his overall, trying to conceal the bulge. Luckily, he was just as average in that department as he was in the rest of his body. His dick was neither very thick nor very long, so it wasn't *too* obvious.

But his hardon was persistent. No matter what he did, his dick wouldn't go soft again, and just as he was contemplating on how to best sneak to a bathroom to jerk off, a coworker - a male one, thankfully, called Sebastian - addressed him.

"Hey Dave, is everything alright?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah, sure. Everything fine."

"Sure? You look like you feel hot."

It wasn't wrong, Dave was sweating more than usual. He wanted nothing more than to get out of his overall, but that was hardly possible. However, Sebastian continued:

"Ehm... And you smell a bit strongly, too, actually. It doesn't bother me, I just thought I'd let you know that you maybe forgot to put on deodorant this morning."

That surprised Dave. It was possible that he forgot in this morning's hurry, but he never had a problem with body odor before. It didn't matter if he wore deodorant or not, he just didn't smell. Usually. How embarrassing! Dave felt his head redden and, apparently, Sebastian noticed, too.

"No, no, don't worry, I'm sure it's not that bad."

Sebastian stepped a bit closer and sniffed, which didn't really help with the situation. It only made Dave feel even more self-conscious when Sebastian backed away a bit and coughed.

"Yeah, uh, not bad. Really. It's just a bit stronger today. But I'm sure you're okay. Uh, just..."

Dave didn't need a doctorate in medicine to notice that the man was a bit uncomfortable now.

"Anyway, I just came to ask if you can help me a bit, we're a bit understaffed, and I can't manage all these boxes by myself."

Sebastian worked in logistics and usually, Dave didn't particularly feel like helping out there. However, perhaps that would help him get his mind under control again.

"Yeah, sure."

Dave was thankful for the distraction. The two of them lifted and carried around the heavy equipment, and even though his muscles were complaining, it felt good to do some hard work. What it did not help with, however, was his sweat situation and his hornyness. Even though there were no women in sight, his cock was throbbing in his pants, and he feared it was starting to be noticeable. If it was, however, Sebastian didn't comment on it.

Night Of The Were-himbo

However, the longer they worked together, the less comfortable Dave felt. It was like his clothes were ill-fitting all of a sudden, and every movement caused the fabric to tense and stretch. It was like the overall he was wearing was at least one size too small. However, that was not what preoccupied Dave's mind the most. That was Sebastian. Truth be told, Dave didn't really know much about the other man, they didn't meet much at work, given that Sebastian didn't work in manufacturing as Dave did. But as the hours went by, Dave couldn't help but notice that the other guy was... good looking. He didn't know how to describe it. Sebastian wasn't 'beautiful', like a statue of Michelangelo, but he was kind of... handsome. Normally, Dave wouldn't have been able to tell. He didn't look at other men that way, so he had no idea on how good-looking another dude was. But Sebastian...

Dave scratched his itchy chest, and as he lifted his arm, another cloud of strong scent filled the area.

No, Sebastian was kind of... hot? From an objective perspective of course. Dave certainly didn't find him hot, he wasn't a woman, after all. And, he had to add for himself, he was not gay.

God, his cock throbbed in the tight confines of his underwear. When did that get so tight, really? Didn't he wear spacious boxer shorts?

Dave tried to ignore it, but the scent in the air was getting stronger, too. At first, it had been a slight hint, but now, the air was getting heavy with the smell, and even the other workers around had started to look at the two of them. The fact that it was him who smelled like that only made things worse. Thankfully, the end of his shift was just around the corner, so he could go home and...

"Hey, Dave, do you want to come to my place and watch the game after work? Drink some beer?" Sebastian casually asked.

"I, uh, yeah, sure, sounds great. But I gotta go, uh, take a shower first, I'm afraid. I'll be right over."

"You can use my shower. I live close by, so it would be a waste if you had to go home first."

Did Sebastian's gaze lingered on his surprisingly prominent bulge right now? No, he must have been imagining things.

"Uh, sure, thanks, man."

Dave had trouble focusing. He didn't remember a time he had ever been so horny. Sure, there had been some nights where he masturbated like five or six times, in his teens, but now, he was just constantly horny. And it was surprisingly hard to think straight, as if his thoughts somehow were slowed down.

Thankfully, work was over soon, and Dave accompanied Sebastian to his apartment. He wasn't lying: It really was close by. When they arrived, Sebastian first got Dave a cold beer, and then a towel.

"For your shower." He hesitated for a tiny bit, and Sebastian added: "If you want to take one, that is."

"Uh, thanks. I really should take one, I stink like... uh, a lot."

That was, again, really unwitty.

"I don't mind." Sebastian shrugged, and Dave thought he had seen him lick his lips subconsciously. Deciding to ignore that, Dave gave the towel back.

"Well, okay, if you don't mind."

He looked around the typical bachelor apartment.

"Do you live here alone or with a girlfriend?"

"Na, it's just me. I'm between boyfriends right now, if you want to put it that way."

Boyfriend? Was Sebastian...?

"I see."

Dave took another sip from his beer and felt more and more uncomfortable in his clothes. He still felt hot and, after learning that Sebastian was gay, for some reason, he felt even more horny. His dick was achingly hard, and his underwear was damp with sweat and precum.

"Sorry, work clothes are killing me right now." Dave laughed and tried to change the topic to distract himself.

Sebastian shrugged again. "You don't have to keep them on. I can give you one of my shirts, or you can go without one, if you like. It's just us guys, after all."

Dave didn't think about that. He was already pulling the zipper of his overall down, and then, pulled his arms through the sleeves. A moment later, he was standing half-naked in the middle of his colleague's apartment and was looking down on himself incredulously. That wasn't his body! Instead of the fairly average built man he was used to seeing in the mirror every day, a muscular chest with a more than generous coating of hair stared back at him. Where the hell did these pecs and biceps come from?

He was so distracted, that he didn't even notice Sebastian approaching him, until the other man was just an arm's length away.

"You smell pretty good." The other man said, almost like drunk or in trance. Of course, after opening his overall, all the musk had flooded the apartment, and Sebastian stared almost hungrily at his hairy chest, with his eyes darting to his armpits.

"No, that's not-"

Dave didn't even know what he was trying to say, and, without noticing it, his hand wandered down his chest, caressing the new body hair there. His arousal grew even more, and spurt after spurt of precum soaked his groin. Sebastian was rock hard as well, that was clearly visible through his pants, but unlike Dave, this didn't change him. Dave watched in amazement, as his body expanded further. Calves, thighs, his entire lower body filled with muscle, and the legs became hairier as well.

"Fuck!"

With that exclamation, he got out of the rest of his overall, standing there just in his filled to the brim and soaked boxer shorts, watching as his transformation was far from over. His ass filled out, and his torso grew even larger. His stomach was quickly adorned by a four-pack but didn't stop there until a cobblestone road of a furry eight-pack led the way from his two large plates of pectoral muscles towards his fuckstick. His thoughts slowed even more as he watched his bulge further expand, his cock growing even bigger until the fabric couldn't contain his monstrous cock anymore and started to rip. He looked at his changed hands, hairy and strong, and felt his chin, which was not cleanly shaven anymore. Following an impulse, he raised his arm and when Sebastian buried his nose in the damp armpit and began to lick his sweat, Dave finally started to grin. There was no more brain capacity for worry, and he pushed his coworker deeper into his pit while ripping his underwear off for good, grinding his groin against the other man.

"Let's get this party started, man!"

He said with a lower, gravelly voice.

Night Of The Were-himbo

The next morning, Dave woke up cuddled against Sebastian in a bed that was clearly not his own. He remembered everything, even though the memory seemed hazy. Slowly, he looked down at himself and was relieved to see he was back to his old self. And, he wasn't gay anymore, he was pretty sure about that.

Just then, Sebastian stirred and smiled at him.

"Do you want some breakfast, or do you want to continue where we left off?" he asked with a wink.

No, Dave wasn't gay. Not yet, anyway. But he couldn't help to get horny again from the lewd comment, and as he saw the hair grow in and his muscle swell, he realized that there was no escaping this new reality. He was a were-himbo now, ready to fuck everyone and everything (although he preferred men, then) once he got horny. And his last realization, as his thoughts grew dim again as his cock rose was, that he got horny pretty easily these days...

6 months ago

I got a crush on this straight gym bro that reeks and after spending the afternoon talking with him about helping him with some stuff and indirectly smelling his rank odor Im feelling lightheaded... Please help me... bro

You had a boner during the whole workout. Your stylish green underpants are completely covered with precum on the inside. You apologise and say you have to take a shower. He says only wimps shower. He strikes a double bicep pose and groans animalistically after his hard and intense workout. Beads of sweat glisten in his beard and armpit hair. The smell that emanates from his armpits is almost hypnotic. You take a deep breath. You have to go back to your bro. You turn around. He is still standing there, exuding pheromones. He smiles.

I Got A Crush On This Straight Gym Bro That Reeks And After Spending The Afternoon Talking With Him About

Almost submissively, you approach him. You actually wanted to take a shower. You deserve his contempt. And on your knees you go, apologising.

You can taste the salt from his sweaty balls. Showers... only for wimps. Real men reek!

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