Dylan looked at the large band-aid plastered over his chest, directly on top of his left nipple. A part of him still refused to believe that he had actually let Zack talk him into this. Getting a piercing, really? Where had he even gotten that strange idea from? Guess that was just one entry on a very long list of things that his friend used to ridicule him for being afraid of. The two of them looked so awfully similar they often got mistaken for brothers: both being young, fit and stunningly attractive twinks in their early twenties, they always received plenty of attention whenever they went clubbing, either together or by themselves. That was however where most of the comparisons between them ended. Zack was definitely the more adventurous of the two and rarely missed the opportunity to remind Dylan of that. While their nights usually started out with a visit to one of the most popular local gay bars, more often than not they ended with Dylan back in his own bed, snuggly wrapped in his blanket as he dozed off watching something on the TV.
Zack on the other hand never had any problem getting extremely drunk and finding someone to hook up with, didn’t matter who. As long as they were hot, had a big dick and were willing to fuck, be it in the club’s bathroom or back at their place, Zack was up for it. Pretty often it meant leaving his friend stranded in the place they were at without saying a word, but sometimes Dylan actually preferred that to having Zack stick around. Especially if he had already had something to drink, that was one way to make sure that his teasing would never stop. Usually it started with something relatively minor, like the fact that Dylan could hardly ever stomach any drink that had more than just a few drops of alcohol in it. Or that whenever someone lit a cigarette around him, he instantly bolted to the opposite side of the room. Lately, however, Zack’s mind appeared to be set on the idea of visiting that tattoo and piercing studio which opened in their area not so long ago.
They’d both overheard a pair of bearded, muscular guys in leather talking about it the other day. They looked somewhat out of place at the bar they were at, and to be frank, they freaked out Dylan a little bit, but of course Zack insisted on sitting right next to them exactly for that very reason. They both cautiously watched as the leathermen talked and showed off their new tattoos and piercings. One of them was so hairy he actually had to comb away some of his fur to make those big metal studs running through his nipples visible at all. Oddly enough, Dylan had a feeling that he might have seen that guy somewhere before, maybe even talked to him. Although that was probably only his imagination, they didn’t see very many of those bear types at the places they usually frequented. But that being said, it was definitely funny to discover that Zack wasn’t quite as comfortable with the two of them as he had initially pretended to be. Dylan always knew that his friend played up his confidence by a lot, but seeing his face when the leathermen began to twist and pull on their nipple rings was just hilarious. He looked absolutely mortified!
Maybe that was the reason why he ultimately decided to actually take him up on his suggestion of visiting that tattoo parlor. That, or maybe he had simply had one too many of his usual cocktails that evening. One thing he knew for sure, though, was that he had never had any intention of getting anything pierced or tattooed in the first place… or at least so he thought. Just like he expected, Zack’s conviction to go through with the idea grew weaker the further they ventured into the sketchy area that the piercing studio was supposedly situated in. Dylan had no idea that places like this even existed. They walked through dark alleys, often passing men like those they’d seen at the bar. Some were incredibly muscular, with big beards and hairy bodies, wearing plenty of leather gear. Others didn’t have any muscles or fur at all, only big, round bellies and huge sets of moobs spilling on top of them. A few were walking on all fours and wearing strange, animal like masks. They didn’t seem to mind and only made excited barking noises when big, imposing cigar men yanked on their leashes and pulled them between their legs. And while it almost seemed like they’d witnessed every last flavor of depraved, sexual perversion on their way there, tons of piercings and tattoos were definitely the one thing all those men had in common.
There were many points at which Dylan wanted to turn around, but watching Zack acting like the scared one for once was too much fun. He kept on begging him to get back to the bar they’d been at, or even return home, but Dylan pressed on. He knew that if he relented, the following day his friend would act like he was the one who had chickened out. On a few occasions, some of those scary men in fetish gear tried to approach them, but surprisingly, simply mentioning where they were headed was enough for all of them to leave them alone right away. Just like he expected, Zack eventually made up some excuse on why he had to go and ran off, without as much as looking back.
Unfortunately for Dylan, his moment of victory was very short lived. He did not realize it until it was too late, but he was standing right in front of his destination, and it didn’t take long before one of the guys hanging out by the entrance took notice of him. Somehow he looked even bigger and more terrifying than anyone they’d encountered before. His enormous muscles were covered with so much hair and ink that Dylan could barely see any of his skin underneath. He probably took him for someone who came here to get a tattoo or have something pierced, but needed a little push to actually get inside. Of course, Dylan tried to explain that this wasn’t really the case, but the man did not listen, he grabbed him by the arm and practically carried him inside the studio.
Everything that happened afterwards was just a blur, but based on the few things he could recall, Dylan wasn’t at all surprised that he blacked out at some point, or simply chose to forget what went down there. The place looked even sleazier than some of fetish clubs that Zack told him about, but he never dared to visit himself. He saw so many absolutely obscene photos plastered over the walls, showing off piercings much more adventurous than the one he ended up with, and such explicit and perverted tattoo designs that just thinking about them now was making him blush. Even then, they somehow still paled in comparison with some of the men he’d seen inside. Dylan hadn’t thought that people looking like that even existed, that he would ever run into one, let alone a whole bunch of them.
He vaguely recalled them forming a circle around him as soon as he was hauled inside. Starting to laugh at his cries for help, mocking him whenever he begged them to let him go. At some point a tall, muscular and completely naked man approached him. Dylan thought that even despite his nudity he still looked like the most normal one of the bunch by far, but that was only until he reached for his cock and began jerking off. Dylan heard a loud, rattling sound and found himself looking down at his crotch without really thinking about it. He eyes instantly went wide when he realized that the man not only had a huge PA piercing the head of his cock, but there was also a long line of even larger, thicker rings running between his balls. Dylan yelped in shock and started backing away, accidentally running into the round, protruding belly of an older, pipe smoking man.
When he first turned his head and caught a glimpse of his bearded face, Dylan thought that he almost reminded him of his grandpa. But grandpops would never go out in public in such a perverted, skin tight, rubber bodysuit like that and definitely didn’t have an enormous, absolutely obscene bulge swinging between his legs. The shiny black material was clinging so closely to his skin that Dylan could instantly tell that he had even more metal hanging from it than the other guy. He hardly let his eyes wander towards it and the older man was already lifting it up with both of his gloved hands, asking him if he would like to touch it as his lips twisted into a wide, lecherous grin around the stem of his pipe.
He tried to get away from him as well, but it was all too obvious by then that he had been completely trapped. No matter how much he begged, the men refused to let him out of the circle they formed around him, and only kept on showing him more of the terrifying things they’d done to their bodies. Leather-clad bears were flexing their gigantic, bulging muscles right in front of him, nearly shoving their exposed, furry chests straight into his face, together with their oversized, pierced nipples that were only a few inches shy of looking like actual, erect cocks.
Others had covered themselves with so much ink they already seemed to be running out of space for more of their grotesque tattoos. Some of the scenes he’d seen depicted on their bodies were so vile and twisted that Dylan was having trouble thinking about them without feeling sick, and the fact that they all had them permanently engraved on their skin made it so much worse. Not only that, they were all so happy to show them off, together with all of those absolutely demeaning words they had tattooed on themselves for everyone to see. Slut, pig, whore, slave, cum dump, toilet, those were only a few he could recall. Even though the men bearing them often looked drastically different, they all had that hungry look in their eyes. Especially those few without even the smallest bit of metal piercing their skin, only tons of black ink underneath it.
There was just something different about them. While he was afraid of all the others because of what they might do to him, Dylan didn’t even dare to approach those few because of what he was afraid he might do to them. He couldn’t explain it now, things were so different back there. The air was thick with tobacco smoke, the scent of sex, sweat, heavily worn leather gear. Some people were getting so turned on by showing off, starting to kiss, then fuck. One moment he was completely freaked out and everything was clear, but the other his head was swimming and he couldn’t recall anything, until eventually the latter completely replaced the former. The very last thing he remembered was hearing the sound of a door opening as everyone instantly went silent and stopped what they were doing.
An enormous, beefy man walked inside, Dylan never saw his face, only a huge septum ring hanging over his thick, ginger beard. A furry barrel chest with two fat, pierced nipples poking out of a leather vest. The man effortlessly picked him up and shoved him onto the piercing chair, strapping him in tightly. Everything after that moment was a complete blank. e must have been still trying to plead with him, explain that it had all been a joke, but looking at the large band-aid on his chest, he clearly must have been unsuccessful.
Dylan wondered how long he was supposed to keep it there. Of course he was planning on getting rid of the piercing as soon as possible, but he figured it would be best to refrain from touching or fiddling with it for now. Better to let it heal a little, he’d rather not get an infection or anything. Still, he was a bit curious… Trying his best to ignore the awful hangover he had woken up with today, he got off his bed and headed towards the bathroom. He turned on the lights, walked up to the mirror and began inspecting the dressing. Initially Dylan assumed that getting one’s nipples pierced would hurt like hell, but he couldn’t really feel much of anything right now. Shouldn’t it at least be a little sore after yesterday?
He knew it was a stupid idea, but he just had to know what was hiding underneath it. Make sure that there was anything up there at all. It would have been pretty embarrassing if they had decided to prank him and sent him home all bandaged up without doing anything else at all. Dylan walked up even closer to the mirror and started carefully peeling away the dressing. Going really slowly, still afraid that it might suddenly start to hurt if he messed around with it too much. He’d managed to pull it away just far enough to take a look inside and sure enough, it was there. A tiny barbell running right through his left nipple, with two shining beads screwed to each end. Dylan was surprised to discover that a part of him was actually feeling a little disappointed. He’d expected the whole thing to be much bigger, scarier looking, there wasn’t even a single drop of blood anywhere on the bandage, what he got instead was probably the smallest, most pathetic looking piercing he’d ever seen!
In fact, a whole other discovery he’d made just now fazed Dylan a lot more. At the center of his chest, right between his nipples, there was a patch of blonde hair. Only a few, sparse wisps that were barely noticed unless he was staring directly at them. Nevertheless they were there, and even though Dylan wasn’t sure why, they really freaked him out. Since when had they been growing there? Probably not very long, only last week that cute guy he’d hooked up with had given him so many compliments about his soft and perfectly smooth skin when they were lying in bed together. He could remember so many others doing that too… what should he do now? Just shave it off? Dylan took a cursory look around his bathroom, he probably did have a razor around here somewhere, but it wasn’t like he used it often… Ugh, Dylan groaned and smashed his fist against the sink, screw it! He would look for it later, once he got over this damn hangover! That banging inside his head was starting to really piss him off!
He hastily put the dressing back into its place and went back to his bedroom, ready to take another nap. Only after he collapsed on the bed did it occur to him how extremely messed up and unusual it was for him to have an outburst like that, but by then it was already too late, he was falling asleep. When he woke up, Dylan didn’t remember much about having felt disconcerted at all or even about what it was that he’d just been dreaming about. That being said, judging from that tent rising from under the bedsheets, it must have been something very exciting…
Damn, he didn’t even realize just how horny he’d been until he pulled them away. When he saw his rock hard member, proudly jutting from the small patch of blonde fur around his crotch, he just had to grab it with his hand and start stroking. Not a single thought questioning where all that hair had suddenly come from crossed his head. The only thing he focused on was how hot it looked. Dylan closed his eyes and lifted up his legs a little, gently sliding his hand between them, reaching out to play with his hole, imagining it was some cute guy getting inside it, rather than just his fingers.
Usually this was exactly what he needed. Sometimes Dylan could even get himself off this way without touching his dick at all, but this time around it just felt off somehow. As if he hadn’t been a complete bottom since the day he first jerked off while thinking about another guy, he found himself slowly going limp. All of his romantic fantasies about handsome men passionately taking him from behind suddenly didn’t appeal to him at all. In the end, Dylan simply assumed that he probably wasn’t in the mood for any of this after all, but as soon as he pulled his fingers from between his thighs, he discovered that his cock was back at full mast again, making him feel hornier than ever.
Before he knew it, he had it in his hand and was back to beating off. He slowly closed his eyes, only this time around the guy he’d been fantasizing about didn’t appear behind him like usual, but between his legs. He was taking his entire cock inside his mouth, his head rhythmically bobbing up and down. Dylan almost couldn’t believe just how much this was turning him on. Blowjobs usually did nothing for him, but this… fuck, he could almost feel that guy’s tongue working its way all over his hard-on. He began to moan, imagining the man caressing his body, his palms travelling from his athletic thighs to the patch of fur on his chest. Dylan’s hands followed them everywhere in unison.
Feeling awfully close, he started thrusting his hips forward, wildly facefucking this imaginary man servicing him between his legs. He’d never been this aggressive with someone, but it just felt so right and so fucking hot. Dylan saw the man reaching out to play with his right nipple and it was already between his fingers being pinched and mercilessly tugged on as he uncontrollably moaned at the top of his lungs, beating off his meat as fast as he physically could. He was so engrossed in his wild fantasy that he completely forgot about the dressing covering the other side of his chest. Feeling an absolutely overwhelming need to play with it as well, Dylan abruptly let go of his cock. A tip of his finger had only barely touched his nipple piercing through the thick bandage, but his eyes immediately jolted wide open as an intense, electric current rapidly made its way across his body, jumping from his pierced nipple straight to his throbbing cock, making it explode with volleys of milky white cum all over his chest.
The strength of the unexpected orgasm was so overpowering that Dylan couldn’t really tell whether touching that tiny barbell hurt or just felt so incredibly good that he couldn’t even process it fully. He spent a good couple of minutes laying on his back and panting loudly, trying to take in what had just happened. Things had gotten wild, really wild, easily putting even his kinkiest fantasies to shame in one single swoop. Dylan had no idea where it had all come from, and felt a little concerned, but it wasn’t like he hadn’t enjoyed it… he had proof of that splattered all over his body. He smirked and figured that he should probably try to clean some of it up, hefted himself off the bed and made his way to the bathroom. Seeing the patch of wet fur growing across his chest as he wiped it clean made him pause for a second. He wasn’t sure why, he had always had some hair up there, hadn’t he? Just a tiny bit, but it really seemed to be getting thicker lately. Dylan had no idea what to think about that. He hated to admit it, but he kind of liked it, it made him look so much more like a man… he immediately shuddered, unable to shake off the feeling that he’d heard that exact phrase somewhere before, and not in the most pleasant of circumstances.
Either way, what worried him far more than those few wisps of fur, was what happened when he accidentally touched that new nipple piercing of his. Dylan remembered reading somewhere that having them done could make them more sensitive, but he would never have imagined that it would be that strong. He really hoped it was only temporary, it would be a nightmare to have his cock go off like that whenever someone accidentally bumped into him on the street. Carefully, he took another look under the dressing to check the situation down there. Everything appeared to be in order, not even a drop of blood or anything he’d feared. Oddly enough, the only thing that piqued his interest was the piercing itself, something about it seemed off… Hadn’t he remarked about how awfully tiny it looked the last time around? Was he still a little drunk after last night or something? In terms of size, it didn’t seem like anything out of the ordinary. It was maybe a little bit smaller than most barbells he’d ever seen, but it definitely wasn’t tiny. It looked good, and Dylan found that a small part of him was actually a little disappointed he would have to get rid of it soon…
He left the bathroom and gradually realized that he had no idea whatsoever what time it was. It seemed like it was already getting dark, so he must have dozed off for quite a while, but at least that damn hangover appeared to be gone. Dylan picked up his phone and unlocked it, just to see a good handful of unanswered calls and messages, most coming from Zack. Much to his amusement, he appeared to have been worried sick about him. It was funny, somehow he had completely forgotten about him until now. Dylan knew that he should have been angry for ditching him last night, but after reading all those messages where Zack was profusely apologizing for leaving him there, and practically begging him to give him a sign that he was still alive, he figured that his friend had already received his punishment. Or perhaps maybe not… just as he was starting to type the reply to Zack’s message, assuring him that he was fine, a truly devilish idea popped into Dylan’s head. Maybe he should hold off with that for a day or two more, just to make sure that Zack had really learned his lesson. Yeah, that was a nice thought, and besides, he had a much better idea on what to do with his time right now… Dylan grinned, realizing that he was sprouting yet another hard-on…
It was tough to get used to how horny he suddenly started to feel all the time. He had to work out a good couple loads every day, or else he would be so on the edge that even the tiniest thing would be enough to make him snap. But at the same time, it wasn’t like Dylan didn’t grow to enjoy it, even if it turned out to be a huge pain at work. He would be sitting in his cubicle, typing something on the keyboard, focusing on working through the massive stack of documents someone had dropped off on his desk, when he would suddenly smell it. He didn’t really know what it was. At first it was too faint to really make out, but it still made him so horny. Just a tiny whiff and everything he’d been doing flew out of the window as thoughts of sweaty mansex took its place. His cock getting hard and leaking so profusely with precum, it threatened to stain his pants. He would have to excuse himself to the bathroom and jerk off there just to be able to do any work at all.
At first Dylan used to dread every boner, showering and scrubbing himself clean every chance he got, just to get rid of that musky, erotic odour that somehow still returned every time. Yet with each jack-off session, he found himself getting into it more and more. Not trying to get over with it as soon as possible, but rather taking his sweet time and enjoying himself to the fullest. Dylan’s trips to the bathroom kept on growing longer, and he steadily put less and less work into trying to make them look as inconspicuous as possible. In only a few days it practically became the new norm for him. He did not remember at all that things used to be different, that in the beginning he had been so scared of getting caught and getting in trouble that he’d covered his mouth whenever he came into the palm of his hand.
Now he didn’t care in the slightest if anyone heard his horny grunts coming from inside the stall as he furiously pumped his meat, sniffing his bushy pits and working his huge nips. His coworkers probably knew what he was doing in there, but that only turned him on more. It used to worry him whenever they told him that he’d changed, that at times he almost seemed like a completely different person. It still often did after he shot his load and his head cleared up a little. Dylan knew that something was happening to him, something that was seemingly impossible and completely unexplainable. His body was changing, he was slowly turning into something else. Most of the time everything appeared to be normal and he was convinced he had always been this way. Yet people kept asking him questions, curiously inquiring whether he’d signed up for a gym membership recently, if he’d been shaving and dying his hair until now. Dylan didn’t pay them much mind at first, but soon things had gotten so bad he could no longer ignore them.
He saw the way his neighbors were starting to look at him, always having to do a double take and often asking if it was really him whenever they ran into him as he was entering his apartment. It was becoming so difficult to get his clothes on in the morning, not only just because Dylan couldn’t bring himself to get out of the bed without pumping out a thick load or two onto his broad, furry chest, getting more easily turned on the bigger and thicker it became. They were simply getting so uncomfortably tight that he could barely move around without having to risk tearing them apart. From the very start he loved the feeling having them right against his skin, showing off his growing musculature. In the back of his mind, Dylan always knew that something strange was going on: He hadn’t been working out at all, but his muscles kept on getting bigger, becoming more prominent with each passing day. His arms becoming wider, developing powerful biceps. Pecs and sets of abs gradually appearing over his lean, slender body and eventually growing to such a size, nobody would have believed him if he told them he didn’t hit the gym on a daily basis. It was obvious that something seemingly impossible was happening to him; he’d not only gained a ton of muscle, but also a whole few inches in height. Soon, his only problem wasn’t that the things inside his wardrobe were getting uncomfortably tight, one by one they simply became impossible to fit on his new, beefy frame.
And yet somehow it was so difficult to bring himself to worry about any of this. All these changes just felt so natural, even if Dylan knew perfectly well that they were not. He not only began to forget that he’d ever looked any different, but each time he worked his big, meaty cock, Dylan discovered that this growing urge to get even bigger was becoming stronger. It was the same as when he first noticed all that hot fur spreading across his body. It was almost hard to believe just how much it used to freak him out when he saw it appearing out of nowhere on previously perfectly smooth parts of his body.
It had all started with a tiny bit of it on his chest and over his balls, but it did not stay this way for long. Dylan would suddenly find himself looking at his hands, watching that dusting of hair on top of his knuckles grow thicker, lone strands starting to poke out from under his shirt cuffs. Back then, they had still been light blonde in color and not that easy to notice, but whenever he did, it was just impossible to peel his eyes away from them. He would try telling himself that he would shave them off as soon as he got home, but in the end, he had never managed to actually bring himself to do it. Playing with his hardening cock as he looked at the fur spreading across his forearms, was just so much more tempting. He would starting moving his hands all over his body, exploring every new place where the hair had taken root. He could feel the fur growing thicker underneath his palms, taking over his entire chest, turning into a huge bush around his crotch and creeping upwards, covering his abs as one, wide trail of fur.
Each load he milked out of his cock was bringing them closer together, promising a real pelt that would envelop his entire body once they both connected. The prospect of that happening sometimes terrified him so much that often Dylan was too afraid to answer phone calls from his worried friends or even think about going outside, lest someone see him like this. It got even worse when all that fur began growing darker and spreading to his arms and back, appearing over his face and neck as dense, rough stubble that didn’t need long before it looked like an actual beard. But even then, putting his furry paw of a hand over his throbbing meat was always enough to warm him up to the idea of staying as this huge, hirsute hunk of a man forever. Convincing himself of how hot he was starting to look and how he should let all this fur grow out even more, show it off to everyone he could. Dylan could tell that the periods during which he was still himself, still aware of what was happening and how crazy it all was, were growing shorter. He desperately tried to fight it and hold on. He scoured his apartment in search of things that could remind him of who he used to be, old photos and keepsakes that this constantly horny new him, able to think of nothing but sex, would never hold any interest in. He found himself lying on his bed, flicking through the pictures of his old self saved on his phone. Trying his best to keep his eyes away from his huge, hirsute chest, not get aroused by the sight of his big, furry hands. He focused on that cute, blonde twink posing in front of the camera and almost couldn’t believe that it used to be him. He used to act so shy and nervous when he was being photographed by his friend, but now he realized that it’d been days since he’d even bothered to read any of Zack’s texts.
Dylan immediately attempted to give him a call and when he didn’t pick up, he hastily left him a voicemail telling him how sorry he was for ignoring him all week and that he really needed his help now. But at the same time, Dylan knew he couldn’t risk waiting for Zack’s reply. He had to take care of this right now, or else he might forget about everything all over again. It had all started after he’d come back from that piercing studio. somehow, Dylan still remembered just as little about what had happened to him that night as the morning after, when he’d woken up completely clueless with that band-aid on his chest. But as the days went on, he found himself coming back to those few, short snippets he could recall. At some point, he stopped trying to convince himself that all those twisted and perverted things he’d seen there were merely a product of his frightened and extremely drunk mind. He wanted it all to be true, if only because of how much all those pierced and tattooed men eventually began turning him on.
Whenever he closed his eyes while jacking off, he no longer saw any of the cute, handsome twinks he’d always used to fantasize about. The men who appeared there in their place looked very different, much more like those he’d seen in the studio that night. Their bodies covered with the most perverted tattoos, packing so much fur and muscle that, in comparison, he might as well have still been the same tiny, hairless wimp who had originally run into them a week ago. But this time around, he wasn’t afraid when he looked at them. He wanted to fuck them, dominate them, he actually felt like he could do it, make each one moan like a bitch as he rammed his massive, rock-hard man-meat right into their holes. Dylan suddenly gasped and barely managed to pull his hand away from his cock. Fuck, he had nearly given into it again… it was so tempting to scoop up that huge bead of pre forming at the tip of his dick with his thumb and give it a taste, worry about whatever was happening to him later, but Dylan could tell that next time, he might be too far gone already.
He looked at his chest, at that ring hiding among all the fur. He could feel it inside his nipple, something was happening to it, it was changing again… like every other time he was working his cock and found his body being changed together with it. It had taken so long to notice all of this, and even now, when his mind was still mostly clear, he almost couldn’t believe that he was looking at what had been just a small, barely noticeable barbell piercing only a few days ago. Now it was a huge, metal horseshoe hanging from his left nipple, with two large balls on each end and a surface covered with tiny, indistinguishable carvings. Dylan had no idea what they meant or how they had gotten there, but he knew that he had to get rid of the whole thing right now. Even in his most lustful moments he still remembered what happened whenever he touched the piercing, and had only done it a small handful of times until now with the same effect, but now he had no other choice.
Dylan grit his teeth and grabbed the ring with both of his hands and started trying to unscrew one of its ends and pull it off. His body reacted right away, a big volley of precum shooting out of his cock as his hips thrusted forward, a loud, horny grunt escaping through his clenched mouth. He instantly felt so turned on that he could barely think. If Dylan hadn’t felt one of the beads move ever so slightly back, he would have gone straight for his cock, but he still had some hope left, something to focus on. He could see that something was happening to his body as he gripped the ring: the fur on his chest was growing thicker before his eyes, his arms getting beefier. In just mere seconds he was completely soaked with sweat that was just pouring off him.
It was then that Dylan finally discovered the source of the manly stink he could never rid himself of and that always made him so hard and ready to fuck in an instant. He took a deep breath and shoved his face straight into his ripe armpit, without even thinking about it, and suddenly he saw him, a massive, muscle-bound beast of a man sporting a huge beard, dressed from head to toe in tight leather gear and with a pelt of dark fur so thick he couldn’t even see his skin save for his face and the palms of his hands. He was tugging on enormous metal rings hanging from his big, pointy tits and was working his gigantic cock riddled with piercings into the hole of an almost equally huge and muscular slave. That was how a man looking like this smelled like, and that was how he was starting to smell like himself, how he always wanted to smell from now on. Dylan let out a thundering roar as his cock suddenly exploded, shooting thick volleys of cum everywhere in sight.
Dylan didn’t even let the load fully dry up before he put on the last pair of clothing that still fit him and headed outside. He needed something new to wear, something that would fit him better than all that crap he had in his closet. He had one place in particular in mind; that leather fetish store he’d passed so many times on his way to work in the past. Somehow he’d never had the courage to step inside, but why the fuck not? He would look damn hot in some leather gear. But as he made his way towards the shop, he suddenly found himself feeling a bit off about the whole thing. Dylan couldn’t really explain what was wrong Didn’t he always want to visit that shop and get some hot gear for himself? Yeah, he was going to look fucking great in some leather, but then why did he have this strong feeling in his gut that he should turn around and forget all about it instead? No matter, he was already almost there, he might as well check out what was inside.
The store was completely empty. He only found a short, stocky shop assistant there to show him around. He said his name was Ray, he was probably somewhere in his mid twenties, around Dylan’s age with short, ginger hair and a neatly trimmed beard, dressed completely in black with a leather vest on top of his clothes. He had his eyes fixed on Dylan from the moment he walked in, wasting no time and immediately coming onto him under the guise of trying to help him pick out something he liked. Dylan couldn’t deny that all of his suggestions really hit the spot for him, but at that point any piece of fetish gear would have probably done the trick. He was so turned on, smelling all that leather around him, it was everywhere he turned his head to and he wanted so much to try it all on. But even as his cock continued to grow hard in his pants, Dylan still couldn’t rid himself of that eerie sense that he shouldn’t be spending even a minute longer inside his place.
Ray could see the conflict brewing on Dylan’s face. It wasn’t the first time someone was having second thoughts while shopping there, but this furry beefcake was way too hot, he wasn’t going to pass on the opportunity of seeing him in a nice harness and a pair of chaps. Ray grabbed those as well as a few other things off the racks. Practically pushing his customer towards the changing room, getting there inside with him and eagerly helping him undress. Dylan was still way too confused to even try to resist. Any misgivings he might have had about the whole thing were slowly giving way arousal as Ray told him how hot he was going to look in the getup he’d picked out for him and how everyone at their local leather bar would be all over him when he showed up there tonight.
Dylan moaned feeling Ray’s hands all over his body. He seemed to be spending more time taking every opportunity to grope and explore his muscles than actually securing the gear onto his body. He continued to compliment Dylan on his looks every chance he got, saying how much he loved his thick fur and big beard. He told him more about that club he was going to that evening. Apparently the place used to be very vanilla until not too long ago, but the management must have changed and ever since the new owner had taken over, every brand of perverts in town started gathering there. Every night the place was full of rubber and leather bears, bikers, tattooed and pierced sex pigs. Dylan was starting to feel turned on again, not even caring when Ray pulled down his pants and briefs and put the chaps around his waist, exposing his hardening cock.
He could tell that Ray wanted to taste it, and he was starting to feel inclined to do just that as he listened to him saying that if he showed up there tonight wearing all that gear, everyone would be paying attention to him and only him, even the new owner of the place. Ray’s daddy, the store’s owner, had told him that he had paid them a visit the other day, looking for a custom made piece of gear for himself. Apparently the man was surprisingly short, but packed with so much muscles and beef, not to mention the fur on his back and chest, that he looked nearly as wide as he was tall and had marched into their store almost completely naked, with a wild beard all the way down to his crotch and a cartoonishly huge nose ring. Dylan was already working his meat, fantasizing about ramming it right into that man’s bearded mouth and probably equally furry ass, nearly shooting on the post when Ray told him that the guy had liked the leather they’d prepared for him so much he’d walked out of the changing room with strands of thick, milky cum hanging all over his beard, belly and chest. Dylan nearly completely forgot all about his qualms about coming here and was ready to give Ray’s hole the pounding of his life that he was obviously waiting for, when he finally heard the name of the club he was talking about and suddenly realized something.
That was exactly where he’d been drinking with Zack last week. Dylan even knew its owner, Steve. They’d talked a few times after he’d tried to hit on him and bought him drinks at the bar. He wasn’t really his type, even shorter than he used to be back then and a bit too old, but he still found him so nice and kind every time. Somehow Dylan instantly knew that this was the man Ray had been talking about. That whatever was happening to him had happened to Steve too, that this was how he was going to end up too if he didn’t stop this. For a second, the image of that furry, muscle-bound giant he’d seen earlier while jerking off flashed before Dylan’s eyes, and even as his whole body was completely frozen in shock, he felt an intense temptation to continue stroking and see where it led him, but he managed to fight it off. He was about to tell Ray to get all this crap off him and that he was getting out of there, but before he could even open his mouth, he saw the shop assistant’s hands travelling towards his chest.
Dylan felt Ray’s fingers clamping around his nipples, pinching them and tugging on the ring. He wanted to stop himself but his body acted on its own. He pushed Ray against the changing room mirror and tore down his pants. He saw his big, furry hands opening up Ray’s ass before he thrust his leaking cock inside it. He heard Ray’s scared and aroused moans, watched his face in the mirror. He seemed absolutely freaked out and turned on in equal measure by the sudden change in Dylan’s personality. Seeing him bent over and turned into his helpless bitch as he fucked him from behind was such a turn on for Dylan, but still nowhere near as much as watching himself do it in the mirror.
His furry, leather clad body looked so hot, he could see sweat appearing on his brow, soaking into his fur as the changing room filled with the smell of his musk in addition to Ray’s lustful moans. He slapped his chubby ass, calling him his slut, his bitch, asking if this was what he wanted as he kept on pounding his hole, the cub only managing to helplessly moan in response. Dylan began to grunt himself, tightly grabbing his hips and fucking Ray even faster and harder, he was looking so fucking hot but still needed more, more fur and more muscles. He could already see him growing bigger, beefier, towering over this horny slut with his immense bulk and for a split second it wasn’t him being reflected in the mirror in front of him, but that beast of a man from his wet daydreams. Dylan roared and pulled Ray onto his crotch, shoving as much of his cock as he could into Ray’s hole as it exploded inside him. Dylan began panting loudly and gave it a few more thrusts before pulling out his spent cock. He took a look around and gasped in shock when he realized what he’d done.
One of the changing rooms was standing at an angle, almost knocked over, and the mirror he’d pushed Ray against had a visible crack in it.orst of all, Ray himself didn’t look turned on anymore, only scared and freaked out by what had just happened. Dylan immediately attempted to help him up and and started apologize, but it was clear that the shop assistant was afraid and wanted to stay away from him as far as possible. He said that he would pay for all the damage he’d done, but Ray hardly seemed to be even listening to him at all, only mumbling something about how his daddy was going to kill him, as he billed Dylan for all the leather gear he still had on. Dylan left in such a hurry that he didn’t even take off his harness, only pulled his even tighter feeling shirt onto his body and threw the chaps into a bag. He wasn’t even sure why he’d bought them, it seemed like that was the least he could do after everything, but he vowed to never let himself get carried away like that and to get rid of the gear the first chance he got. But he hardly made it home before his thoughts wandered back to that bar Ray had told him about, and his head clouded with horny thoughts about all the hot men who gathered there every night. Only a few loads later, Dylan didn’t remember anything at all about his decision to get rid of all the hot leather gear he’d just bought for himself and couldn’t wait to show it off. The only small nuisance was that the annoying twink who had been pestering him all week was back to messaging and calling him again. Dylan was getting tired of him not being able to take a hint, so he finally texted him back and told him where he could find him this evening.
Zack had no idea what was going on, was this really the Blue Oyster? When he saw the crowd waiting outside, he was sure that he’d gotten the venue wrong, but the neon sign over the entrance was still the same. What Zack didn’t anticipate, was that the people waiting for him inside were a group of even bigger, freakier looking perverts than those by the front door. People looking like him, dressed in regular street clothes, were few and far between. Everyone else was walking around in either some combination of leather or rubber fetish gear, or completely naked. That is, if you could still call someone with the majority of their skin covered in tattoos naked. But it wasn’t only the clientele that was different, the entire place must have undergone a dramatic remodelling over the past week since his last visit. Gone were all the flashy lights and decorations, now the place looked more like a smoke-filled basement or a sex dungeon. Zack could almost swear that he’d seen some BDSM equipment hooked up to the walls, and worst of all, it actually appeared to be in use.
Zack made his way through the endless crowd of furry, sweaty bodies and suddenly ran into an actually familiar face, Mack, an old fuckbuddy of his. It was clear that he was just as disgusted and freaked out by what had happened to Steve’s place as Zack, if not even more so. As he hastily made his way to to the exit, Mack told him that something had happened to Steve too. Apparently everyone assumed that the bar had a new owner, but Mack knew that it was still him. He said he saw Steve coming in to work a few days ago with a huge beard on his face and a massive ring hanging from his nose, acting really strange. He’d seen some of those creepy leathermen at the bar before, but that was really the point they started to outnumber the usual clientele.
Zack wasn’t really sure what to think of that. He just took a seat at the bar where he was supposed to meet up with Dylan, and tried to mind his own business. Suddenly something that cleared up all his doubts happened, a drink appeared right in front of him, not just any drink, but the one he’d been ordering almost every time he came there. The other share being the times Steve ordered them for him, somehow each of the bar’s regulars could expect a few drinks from the owner himself every now and then. Zack had no idea how he kept track of it, but at least in case of those he had some interest in, they were also their favorites on the menu. Steve wasn’t much of a looker, so hardly anyone took him up on it whenever he hit on them, but Zack still thought that he was really sweet, since it didn’t seem like he minded much whenever he turned him down. So when the bartender passed him the drink and told him that it came from the owner himself, Zack had no doubt in his mind that he was talking about Steve, at least until he turned his head towards where the bartender was pointing.
The whole room was dark and there were a bunch of people standing around him, but just a single look at that short muscle-man sitting on a bar stool in the corner was enough to confirm that this wasn’t anyone he knew. He had a huge nose ring just like Mack had said, and an enormous beard that was even bigger than Zack had anticipated based on his description. While his height might have been roughly similar to Steve’s, everything else was different, even a single one of his massive, furry arms probably weighed more than the flamboyant bar owner’s entire body. And this man was anything but flamboyant: he was sitting on a bar stool with his legs opened wide, playing with his nips and puffing on the largest, thickest cigar Zack had ever seen in his life, while a group of bears flocked around him, waiting for a chance to taste his gigantic, pierced cock and furry ballsack. Zack saw at least three of them slobbering all over it, but he could have sworn there was room for a fourth… He couldn’t explain it, but as soon as he laid his eyes on that huge, engraved ring piercing the tip of his impossibly large cock, he felt such a strong need to crawl up there and join all of them that he wasn’t even sure how he’d managed to keep himself in place. Zack shook his head, he had no idea what was going on. This guy was nowhere near his type, so why was he having such trouble peeling his eyes away from his cock all of a sudden?
Something really messed up was going on here. Zack tried to ignore it, but underneath this enormous beard and all the bulk and fur, that man really looked a lot like Steve. It wasn’t just him either. Now that he thought about it, he couldn’t deny that many of the men around him seemed awfully familiar. When he’d walked in and taken a seat by the bar, Zack had done his best not to stare at the man standing behind the counter, at his gigantic gut that was so massive he had a nearly fully sized leather biker tattooed over it, with his ass opened wide and his hole placed exactly on top of the bartender’s belly button. Zack could now hear him calling out to people, inviting them to fuck him either from the front or the back. He took a quick glance in his direction as he suddenly noticed something on the guy’s arm, a different, older looking tattoo hiding among all those strange symbols covering his skin. It was a pair of hearts with initials inside them. Zack recognized it immediately, and knew that the club didn’t have a new bartender like he’d thought at first. The man he was looking at was Troy, only at least two hundred pounds heavier. He only had a small goatee around his mouth, but somehow all that weight made him even harder to recognize than Steve.
Zack stared directly at him for a good couple moments as he slowly realized that something absolutely unimaginable must have happened to him and everyone else here. Zack looked around frantically , unable to shake off the feeling that everyone here was watching him, like they knew he’d figured it all out. All his thoughts up till now had been occupied with Dylan, about how terrible he felt for teasing and then abandoning him that night, how he was going to apologize to him as soon as he saw him, but now all Zack cared about was getting out of there as soon as he could, before whatever had happened to the others happened to him too. He was just about to get up from his barstool when a huge, furry hand suddenly appeared over his shoulder.
“Didn’t think you’d come. Need that tight, slutty hole of yours filled that badly?”
The voice was deep and gravelly, but Zack still recognized it right away. His stomach sank as he slowly turned around, only to see his best friend towering over him with his furry, muscled body. Wearing nothing but a pair of chaps and a leather harness, he didn’t look out of place at all among the new clients of the club, not quite as freakishly huge as some, but still bigger and more imposing looking than most with his big beard and beefy body. If he’d only chatted him up a few moments earlier, there was no way Zack would have even suspected it was him.
“Oh my god, Dylan… what… what’s happened to you?”
Zack blurted out in his stuttering voice, only to watch his friend looking himself over as he flexed his hairy biceps and gave his huge, erect cock a few strokes.
“Yeah, looking fucking hot, huh? I bet you’ve been lusting after that cock all week.”
Zack had no idea what to say, it was like he was talking to some stranger. For a second he almost started to doubt whether it was really Dylan.He took a closer look at the guy’s face: it looked rougher… manlier, but he was still recognizably Dylan. Maybe he could get through to him somehow …
“Dylan, listen to me… something’s going on here, something’s happened to all the people here, to you as well… we need to get you help… You’ve got to remember!”
Zack was sure that Dylan was going to scoff at that as well, but suddenly the confident and horny grin on his face gave way to a much more scared and confused expression. He looked down at his hands, then at his beefy chest covered with fur, and then stared straight at Zack.
“Oh my god… Zack? We… we have to get out of here right now!”
He almost shouted and grabbed Zack’s hand, practically pulling him out of the bar through the crowd of people and not letting go until they were far enough away from the entrance. He hastily explained what had happened to him and told him about the piercing studio, the ring that had started to change him, how it had made him forget about everything. He said that he had to go back there, make them take it out and change him back. Replying that it was too dangerous and he had to do it alone when Zack offered to go with him, Dylan ran off on the same route they’d embarked on last week.
Dylan rushed through the narrow, poorly lit alleys. He could swear that they looked even scarier and more intimidating than during his trek a couple days ago, as if the corruption originating from the place that changed him had spread even further and was now affecting this whole region of the city. As if he’d been transported to some alternate reality straight out of a perverted wet dream, one where it was perfectly normal to run into half-naked men stroking their massive cocks as they ogled passing strangers and invited them to have a taste.
Dylan did his best to ignore them, not even looking in their direction or listening to whatever they had to say, and yet his cock still throbbed painfully hard as he left them behind. He couldn’t even keep track of how many loads he’d spilled that evening at the club, and yet he was still so unimaginably horny. He could barely keep his mind from wandering back to all those hungry mouths and sloppy holes he’d stuck his fuckstick into today. A part of him felt sick knowing that all those people were like him, losing their own battles against whatever was happening to everyone here, but at the same time it wasn’t like they looked like they didn’t enjoy it. Every now and then Dylan could see some conflict in their eyes, but most of the time they were all too happy to fuck and be fucked like the horny perverts they were. Yeah… spitroasting Troy alongside his boyfriend was hot as fuck… they’d turned Max, that burly bouncer everyone was scared of even before into another chub, but at least they’d kept his alpha personality intact, making him eager to plow about anything that moved, including his lover’s needy hole.
Dylan suddenly gasped as he opened his eyes and found himself leaning with his back against the wall and beating off furiously. So freaked out by the realization of how close he’d come to losing it again, and how difficult it was to bring himself to release his erect, throbbing member from his grasp this time around. Especially so as he noticed two of probably the most muscular men he’d ever seen in his life crawling towards him, all naked except for leather pup hoods on their faces and tail buttplugs sticking out from between their bulbous, perfectly smooth asscheeks. Even as he bolted past them, the temptation to turn around and replace each one of them with his throbbing, leaking cock remained.
As much as he tried to focus his thoughts on what really mattered, getting rid of that ring, turning back to normal, apologizing to Zack, Dylan couldn’t stop them from wandering back to what he’d seen in Steve’s club, to all the things he’d done there, all the things that still had only remained in his imagination he had left to do. Fortunately, just as he was starting to think about turning around and getting back there, Dylan took a look around and realized he recognized where he was. The piercing studio wasn’t far away, he only had to turn a few more corners and he would already be there. Sure enough, he was right. He recognized the man standing by the entrance as well, he’d changed only a little bit, having gotten a few more tattoos and piercings, but that didn’t matter. He didn’t scare Dylan anymore as he confidently walked past him, it didn’t seem like he was planning on stopping him either.
“Didn’t think I’d see you here this quickly, boy. Back for another one?”
A deep, masculine voice called out to him as soon as he got inside, and Dylan turned his head to see a hulking mountain of muscles covered with ginger fur sitting by the piercing chair. He remembered that man from his last visit. He hadn’t changed one bit, still looking so freakishly huge he dwarfed all the other leather bears he’d seen so far, with those massive septum and nipple rings that somehow didn’t look that far off from the one Dylan had hanging from his chest now.
Dylan took a cursory look around. The place was full of people just like the last time around, and he even recognized some of them. There was that pipe smoking grandpa in a full-body rubber suit, except now he had a septum ring of his own, and a long, perfectly white beard that cascaded all the way down onto his round, protruding belly, contrasting so much with the jet black color of his suit. Not to mention the even larger bulge swinging between his legs. He was so busy rubbing it with his gloved hands and moaning at the top of his lungs, it seemed like he didn’t even notice Dylan coming inside.
On the other hand, those two, hairless, muscular subs who were tattooed from head to toes had their eyes on Dylan right away. He remembered how freaked out he’d been to discover just how much of their skin was covered by ink the last time around, and how difficult it had been to resist the temptation to bend each one of them over and give them a long, hard fucking without holding back at all. Things didn’t go much different this time around, it was as if those symbols on their skin had some special power to them. Just like that engraved ring on top of Steve’s massive cock. Dylan had seen even the biggest, most alpha looking men falling to their knees before him, begging him to let them have a taste, he‘d felt it himself too and had done his best to keep his distance.
Dylan was left completely speechless as he felt his cock throbbing harder and harder, his head filling with the most perverted ideas of how he could give those two horny sluts the fucking they both deserved… fuck… no… that wasn’t what he was here for…Dylan groaned and shook his head, immediately looking away. He heard an amused laugh and saw that huge, red bearded man stand up and slowly walk towards him. Dylan couldn’t stop his eyes wandering between his enormous, leather-bound legs and staring at the fat, pierced sausage flopping around between them. One leg of his chaps was covered with a huge stain of still partially wet cum. It was clear that he’d shot his load not very long ago, and yet his cock was back at full mast again after taking only those few steps towards Dylan. It was so long and thick that even Steve’s monster couldn’t compare, let alone his own. Dylan didn’t as much as flinch when the man got so close he grabbed both of their cocks inside his huge, furry paw right next to each other.
“You’ve gotten a lot hotter since the last time I saw you, but I think you still have some growing up to do…”
Dylan instantly moaned and nearly came on the spot when he felt the man tightening his grip around his meat, squeezing both of their rock-hard members together, except his was so much bigger. That man was so enormous, so hairy, smelling of such thick, manly musk that compared to him, Dylan almost felt like that twink he’d been a week ago. It was as if he could do whatever he wanted with him as he explored his body with his spare hand, running his meaty fingers through his beard and chest hair. Toying with his right nipple and telling Dylan how hot he was going to look once he got that one pierced as well, while Dylan found himself so overwhelmed with pleasure that all he could do was moan while he barely kept himself on his feet. Cluelessly nodding his head, almost ready to actually beg him to do it… almost…
“Shut the fuck up! You know that isn’t the reason I came here! Tell me what you’ve done to me and turn me back to normal right fucking now!”
Dylan growled, snapping out of it, and shoved the man away as hard as he could. It only amounted to a few inches, but the man looked clearly impressed.
“Oh don’t worry, I’ll tell you everything you want to know boy…”
Dylan watched the man’s bearded mouth twisting into a sinister grin as he gave a faint nod with his head. Immediately Dylan sensed some movement behind him. He didn’t even get to fully turn around before his arms were grabbed by two enormous, hunched over brutish men who had such incredibly thick, muscular and furry arms they looked more gorilla than human. They were so insanely strong that no matter how hard Dylan tried to struggle against their grasp, it still seemed like they couldn’t even feel it.
The red-haired owner of the shop gestured towards the piercing chair and Dylan found himself being dragged there without them even saying a word other than an unintelligible grunt. They effortlessly held him in place as the owner secured a number of leather belts around his arms. Dylan could instantly tell that in some way they were special too, covered with the strange markings he’d seen everywhere else. If they’d been any regular leather straps, maybe he could have somehow yanked his arms out of them, but no matter how much he struggled, they remained firmly in place as if he had bars made out of solid steel wrapped around them.
Dylan desperately looked around, hoping he might find someone who could set him free, but most of his view was obscured by the two men who’d dragged him there. They really looked like two wild beasts. Dylan thought he’d seen some tattoos on their bodies when they were up close, but they were covered with a pelt of fur so dense, he couldn’t quite tell for sure. What he could confirm, however, were those absolutely gigantic rings they both had hanging from their pecs, so huge he normally wouldn’t have believed they even made ones that size. The first one must have been older, with salt and pepper fur and a beard all the way to his belt, while the second looked a bit younger, but not even a tiny bit smaller with dark blonde fur. Dylan was starting to feel so hopeless he was ready to try begging even them for help, but they appeared to be far more interested in each other as they both grunted and stroked their fat, leaking cocks. Although as he stared at their faces, Dylan was shocked to discover that the younger beastman looked almost familiar, his features were warped beyond belief, but he still couldn’t rid himself of that feeling in his gut…
“Someone you used to know? I think he said his name was Mack… when they brought him here earlier today he was sobbing even harder than you did last week. All his begging to let him go really pissed me off so I think I might have gone a bit overboard… Not sure he really deserved this. That second one on the other hand sure did… he was a friend of my uncle, he told me he could help me, that he could break this curse… but does this look like a fucking curse to you?”
Dylan had no idea what to say. Any other time he would have thought that someone saying something like that was absolute crazy, but after what he’d seen, he had no other choice but to believe all of it, including the fact that one of his friends had been turned into this terrifying beast. All he could do was keep on listening as that man kept on showing off his inhumanely huge, bearish body and stroked his cock.
“In all fairness, I was the one who came to him first, but that man wasn’t really me. He was so weak and pathetic. I am so glad he found that old book while going through everything his uncle left him in his will and decided that some of those glyphs from inside it would look cool as tattoos and engraved on piercings. It wasn’t long before he discovered that removing even the smallest ring engraved with them was next to impossible, and he sure tried, searching everywhere as the ring slowly changed him. Eventually I realized I didn’t even remember what the point was. This is great! I look so fucking hot and so do all those clients who received those special piercings and tattoos in the first few days. And what’s more, there were so many other glyphs left in that book I simply had to try out… I think I have a feeling what this one does, but let’s just make sure…”
Dylan found himself so overwhelmed by all of this that he didn’t even notice the shop owner’s hands travelling towards his nipple ring. The second his big, furry fingers clasped around it, his body was overtaken by a series of powerful spasms. His cock got rock hard in an instant and shot jets of precum all over his chest. Every part of him that wasn’t secured by those strange leather straps was violently writhing around as Dylan loudly groaned and begged the man to stop. He could feel every muscle in his body burning up as they were forced to rapidly grow and expand at a rate so much faster than ever since that ring was placed inside his nipple. The pain was absolutely awful as even his joints grew longer, but Dylan hardly registered any of it. Everything was drowned out by those overwhelming waves of pleasure flooding his mind. He no longer felt confused or afraid, only horny. He watched those two beastial men going at each other, hungrily kissing and stroking each other’s cocks, and he no longer felt sorry for whatever happened to them, he wanted to join them. He could smell his musk getting stronger, feel that ring increasing in size inside his nipple as the fur on his body grew thicker, all the muscles underneath it becoming much more defined. It turned him on so much, before he knew it all Dylan cared about was finding a hole fuck and doing it quick… but then, suddenly it was all over as unexpectedly as it began.
“See? I did make a man out of you, just like I promised. If only you’d waited a few more days, you could have saved yourself all this trouble…”
Dylan looked down and saw that the man was still holding his nipple ring in his fingers, but nothing was happening, his body wasn’t changing anymore. It this what he was talking about? Did he just use up all the magic contained in that ring? Was this how far he was supposed to change? Dylan could tell that his biceps had grown noticeably bigger, as had the fur on his chest. He couldn’t see it too clearly, but he had a feeling the same was true for his beard as well. His body might have changed further, but it still appeared to be somewhat recognizable. Most importantly, his head was finally clear. He was still horny as hell, but at least he felt like himself, or so it seemed. Dylan was so relieved to see the shop owner standing up and walking away, thinking that it was all finally over, only to see him returning with a tray full of other, massive rings and all sorts of different piercings.
He hardly had a chance to protest as the man lifted up another ring, looking identical to the one he had in his left nipple at the moment, and moved it closer to his chest. Dylan thought that he was merely trying to see whether it was going to fit and he moved it closer to his other nipple but as soon as the piercing touched his skin, something seemingly impossible happened. It was as if the thing just melted into his flesh without any sort of resistance, merging into his nipple. Dylan didn’t have a chance to fully take in what had just happened, as his back suddenly arced up without any sort of warning, every fiber in his body stretching to its very limit. He had no idea what was happening, his mouth opened wide and he began to scream at the top of his lungs, but he couldn’t tell if it was out of pain, pleasure or both.
He watched as his cock started sending out volleys of thick, white cum all over his body, growing in length with each spasm, gaining at least an inch in length and even more than that in width in those few, short moments he had his eyes fixed straight on it. He could feel the same thing happening to his balls, sending out more of his man-milk with each shot and making every following orgasm that much more powerful until he couldn’t control himself in the slightest anymore and his head flopped back against the piercing bed headrest.
Between his own desperate screams for help, Dylan heard the shop owner speaking. Before he’d turned his uncle’s friend into that massive, nearly mindless beast, he’d told him that those cursed piercings weren’t really tied to his material body, only his spirit, that was how they changed him. Dylan tried to make some sense out of what he heard, the words themselves sounded familiar, he knew them, but his mind was under such immense distress he couldn’t understand anything at all. He could only sit there and helplessly watch as his body grew and changed more, his chest expanding in every direction, making that previously loosely hanging leather harness strapped around it creak as it was stretched to its limit. His thighs getting beefier and growing closer to each other, making it clear that the chaps he had on weren’t going to last much longer either. Dylan saw that the fur on his body wasn’t only increasing in density, but was also starting to spread to the last few patches of exposed skin below his neck, leaving him with a pelt nearly matching that of Mack or his other beastial lover. He’d noticed that they’d stopped focusing on each other and were now staring directly at him as they stroked their enormous cocks, deeply sniffing the air filled with Dylan’s musk. All of the fur on his body was completely drenched, either with his cum or the sweat that was simply pouring off him with each tiny growth spurt that his body went through. Together they made for such a potent mixture that anyone inside the room who caught even a whiff of his manscent was instantly hard and leaking.
Even the shopkeeper couldn’t keep his hands off his cock after getting a few lungfuls of his thick musk. Something about that was such a turn on for Dylan, having all these people focused on him, watching him change, knowing that he’d made them so fucking horny. It had only been a few moments, but Dylan was already addicted to all the attention. He wanted to see all these men cum, do it all over him, completely drench him with their spunk. He thrust his hips forward as hard as the restraints around his now much beefier arms would allow him and watched his cock explode with a fountain of man-milk all over his chest. He did not stop and kept on thrusting, as if he was fucking some invisible man sitting on the top of his cock, but this time getting himself to shoot took much longer. He could feel that the power of the ring was starting to wane, but he didn’t want it to be over, not yet. He was loving this too much, he had at least a couple more loads inside him.
Dylan was just starting to open his mouth, about to command one of those horny fuckers watching to get up there and suck him off, but he could only manage a faint gasp as he helplessly collapsed back onto the chair. Suddenly he realized just how exhausted he was; his entire body was aching, and so was his cock. He couldn’t have been here for much longer than an hour, but he’d already shot his load more times than he’d ever done in a single day. Dylan was panting loudly, trying to gather his thoughts. How could he have allowed all of this to happen to him, hadn’t he gotten here to rid himself of that ring? Now he had two piercings in both of his nipples, and he could already see the shop owner lifting up a third one from the tray he’d prepared earlier. Dylan wanted to fight back, but he couldn’t even bring himself to lift his head all the way up. He was only able to meekly shake it and beg the man to stop as another, massive ring made it into his septum.
Somehow the shock was even more powerful than before, focusing entirely on his neck, nearly knocking him out completely. He felt an immense pressure inside his head, almost as if something was happening to his very skull, like it was changing shape, and in the back of his mind Dylan knew that it was true. His brow, cheeks and chin were steadily becoming more pronounced, making him look that much more masculine. For a split second, he was absolutely terrified of becoming completely unrecognizable, but as if the ring had the power to corrupt everything, even his very thoughts had soon drastically changed. Dylan could still recognize that something was wrong, that he didn’t really want this, but as he looked at his massive, jet black beard, not only growing longer, but also that much thicker as it spread further up his cheeks, all he could do was groan in arousal as his cock throbbed with need.
He knew he should have been afraid when he sensed that the changes were spreading towards his neck, making it grow wider and nearly disappear among all the bulk when they moved onto the muscles in his shoulders and made them all expand beyond any human limit, but soon all that was left was this uncontrollable horniness. He looked absolutely fucking hot and he couldn’t deny it, he couldn’t wait to see the changes spread towards his chest either. His meaty pecs were so densely covered with fur that he couldn’t even see them anymore, but he knew that once be broke free he would love cupping them inside his huge, bear paw hands. He wanted to feel them against his palms right now, them and the rest of his fucking hot body, his fat, beer can thick cock especially.
He couldn’t wait anymore. Dylan let out a loud, deep grunt and flexed his arms as hard as he could, making the two leather armbands around his biceps snap in an instant and causing the previously immovable straps tying him to the chair creak and shift a little. He could tell that the shop owner had not expected that to happen. The confident look on his face disappeared right away, and his eyes went wide each time the wave of changes spread further across Dylan’s body, making the muscles on his six pack bulge out further and his thighs grow almost right next to each other as they packed with beef.
It was clear that he was having second thoughts as he was holding another ring between his fingers, but this time around it was Dylan who egged him on to put it inside him. In the back of his mind Dylan heard a voice telling him that he should stop, that this was enough, but he knew that wasn’t true. That harness around his chest and the chaps on his legs were at their absolute limit, but they were still holding on, and he wanted so much so see them burst right off him. He still remember that leatherbound, furry giant he used to fantasize about. He was so close to looking just like him, but he still wasn’t there yet. He still needed more… unlike the last time around, he wasn’t worn out when the changes stopped, only exhilarated as he craved more. He knew it was because he’d stopped fighting them. Why had he ever done that in the first place? Why wouldn’t anyone want this?
Dylan was so turned on by the idea of getting even bigger that when the shop owner finally started pushing the ring into the tip of his cock, he didn’t even let it fully sink in before he went off. His grapefruit sized ball-sack tightened up as he let out a thundering roar and covered both him and the man in front of him in his thick, fragrant man-milk. It was by far his biggest and most powerful cumshot ever, but Dylan didn’t have to wait long for one that could easily dethrone it as his balls expanded and his cock throbbed and grew, turning from an already impressive tool into an absolute monster.
The same was true for the rest of his body. Once the ring was done with his gigantic fuckstick, its influence spread outwards, as the pit of fur between his legs turned into an absolute jungle, so densely packed with hair that even after the most intense shower it would be stinking of his manly musk. But why the fuck would he ever try washing it off in the first place? His man-stink was what kept him horny and ready to fuck all the time. He only wanted more of it now, and the only grooming he would allow himself would be all the tongue baths from the horny sluts eager to worship his body. The immense carpet of fur covering him continued to expand, finally enveloping every inch of his skin below his neck save for the palms of his hand, making him look almost like a real life sasquatch. And a really fucking hot smelling sasquatch on top of that; every strand of that fur was soaked in his manly sweat, he needed to smell it up close right fucking now, cram his face into this ripe pits and take a good, long whiff. He could see the fur practically poking out of them. He couldn’t wait anymore.
Dylan let out a loud, animalistic growl and flexed his growing muscles as hard as he could. His pecs bulged out and the harness covering his chest instantly ripped apart, flying off in a bunch of pieces. The chaps were next, splitting in half, first near his thighs as they became so beefy and muscular they nearly started to overlap, getting so wide they were almost touching each other even when his legs were spread wide apart, and then below his knees near his calves. Knowing that he’d just outgrown all of his gear, which had been a few sizes too big for him, was such an incredible turn on. He was so huge, so strong, so hot.
He watched the shop owner’s face as he pulled at the straps securing him in place. He no longer looked confident or in control, only scared of what he’d just turned him into, but also just as aroused at the same time. Before, Dylan had almost been envious of how manly and hot he looked, but now he was ready to make him his bitch. He probably thought that those straps would be impossible to break out of, but Dylan was so close already. He could have asked anyone here to take them off and knew that they would have obeyed, that they wouldn’t have any other choice, but he wasn’t planning on doing that H he was going to get out of there himself, finally work that massive, leaking cock of his and give his beard a stroke. it wasn’t the longest one around, but definitely the thickest by far. And once he was done exploring his new body, he would give each one of those fuckers exactly what they deserved. He only needed to get a little bit stronger, the magic flowing out of his PA was already exhausted.Dylan turned his head towards the tray prepared by the shop owner. There was a number of smaller barbells laying there, probably more than half a dozen.
“Put them in, all of them, right fucking now!”
Dylan growled at the terrified man and watched him shaking his head, begging him not to do it, as if it wasn’t even for his sake, but Dylan’s own. He could feel that the changes were starting to slow down, his head clearing up a bit from the horny, sexual haze he’d been in until now, but he wasn’t going to let that happen so he could second-guess himself again, he wasn’t planning on letting this stop. Dylan gave the man sitting in front of him a single look that told him everything he needed to know about what was going to happen to him if he didn’t follow his orders, and immediately watched him hurrying with the tray between his leg, pushing one barbell after another inside his man-meat, starting at the base of his cock and ending near its tip.
The rush provided by each of them separately couldn’t compare to the rings that had ended up in his nips, septum and the tip of his cock, but together, they were even more powerful. Dylan did everything he could to hold out blowing his load until the very last piercing made it into his cock, and when he did, it shot out like a canon, flying all the way up to the ceiling. He was so insanely horny he wasn’t even planning on watching himself change like before, he needed to fuck right now. He began pulling at the restraints, the muscles in his arms responding right away, bulging out, growing bigger, harder, surpassing the limits of any lifelong powerlifter and looking that much more impressive thanks to the pelt of fur that covered them completely and was still growing thicker and longer. Dylan let out a low grunt and broke through the restraints. Before he could anything else, he heard the shop owner calling out to his bestial bodyguards, telling them to hold him down, but he was stronger. He tackled one of them to the ground and began mercilessly plowing his hole as hard as he could. He heard him starting to howl, he didn’t know if it was in pain or in pleasure, or both, either one made him horny. When he looked up, he saw that the other beastman, the one who used to be his friend and whose name he didn’t even remember anymore, was gone, and so were most of the clients. Those few who were left were madly jerking off, including the shop owner, who even despite looking scared for his life, couldn’t get his hands off his cock. Dylan grinned and growled.
“Better bring back the other one soon or you’re next.”
Zack had no idea what to do. Dylan had told him that he would call him as soon as he got out of that place, but it had already been two days and he still hadn’t given him a single sign of life. Zack had already tried checking his apartment, asking his neighbors whether they’d seen him, but without any luck. What were his other options? Go to the police? They would have thought he was crazy if he told them what he’d seen, and things had gotten even more out there since then. When he tried warning some of his friends to stay away from Steve’s bar as far as they could, he discovered that most didn’t remember it ever being anything other than a den full of perverts and freaks rather than a place they used to hang out at every weekend. And those who didn’t believe him and decided to see for themselves, soon either disappeared off the face of the earth or underwent a transformation so drastic nobody would have believed it was them. Zack saw them changing their social media profiles, with photos of young, flamboyant twinks turning into those of bearded leathermen who could have been their fathers. Most people thought that it was just a prank, that their profiles had been hacked, but Zack knew the truth, and every day he saw more and more people who had been corrupted by that place showing up everywhere.
He never dared to go back to Steve’s club himself, he was too afraid. hat night he’d attempted to get in touch with Mack, to make sure that things back there were really as messed up as he remembered them, but he never managed to get in touch with him. Zack never found out whether he’d ended up as some muscle-man covered with tattoos and piercings like the others or whether he’d simply gotten so freaked out by everything he’d seen that he was too scared to even contact the outside world. For his sake, Zack was really hoping it was the former, as his other good friend Trevor, who had also disappeared off all social media around the same time, hadn’t been as lucky. Zack decided to check up on him at his house and was greeted by a cigar smoking, huge bellied daddy bear who filled the entire door frame with his bulk. At first, he thought that might have been his friend, but the truth was even more terrifying: it was his father. He casually greeted Zack with his fat, erect cock sticking out of his chaps and told him that if he was looking for his son, or his twin brother, he had them both tied up in their playroom right now, and that if he wanted to, Zack was welcome to join him in working both of their holes. He didn’t answer, his head instantly occupied with trying to come up with a plan on how to save them, only to immediately find out that it was already too late for that as he heard two voices submissively calling out for their daddy and begging him to come back to them because they were so horny.
That was too much for him. Zack simply turned around and ran, quickly picking up pace when he discovered that they weren’t the only family affected by whatever was happening. Trevor lived almost in a gated community of sorts, and yet those perverts had made it even there. He would see half-naked bodybuilders with obscene, demeaning tattoos placed on their perfectly chiseled muscles, sprouting huge erections while they tended to their front yards out in the open. Men in full-body latex suits ran around on all fours, pretending to be dogs while big, bearish men looking like Trevor’s dad commanded them what to do. Just as he thought he’d finally gotten away from all this craziness, Zack passed one last house on his way out. There he saw a completely harmless looking older man smoking a pipe on his porch. He had a rather friendly and somewhat old-fashioned look to him, with a large mustache and wide, grey mutton chops, and Zack immediately felt awful knowing that it would only be a matter of time before he ended up like all his other neighbors. Zack decided that he had to warn him somehow. Even if he couldn’t explain exactly what was going on, he could at least tell the older man to be wary if any strange acting people ever showed up on his doorstep. He crossed the street and, as he walked up to the tiny fence blocking most of his view, Zack discovered that no warnings would be necessary after all.
“Quit yer staring and get up here boy!”
He heard the man, grinning around his pipe once he took notice he was there. When he got closer, Zack immediately noticed that the man wasn’t sitting there alone in his large rocking chair. There was also another man there, someone huge and extremely muscular, completely naked save for a leather gimp hood on his face and a giant buttplug in his ass. He was kneeling on all fours in front of the older man, who used him as a footstool, and remained so motionless that at first Zack wasn’t even sure whether he was completely real. The old man wasn’t merely shirtless on this hot summer day like Zack had initially assumed, he had his pants off as well, and was working his absolutely gigantic cock, easily the biggest one he’d seen ever since he took that one clueless look between Steve’s legs. The old man man also had a massive, engraved PA in his cock. Zack never looked at it directly to confirm it, but as soon as his eyes wandered towards it, he was warned by the odd, familiar feeling in his gut he remembered from that night at the club.
Even then it was so difficult to bring himself to turn around and get as far away as possible from that old man’s enormous cock. On his way home, he couldn’t go a single moment without his thoughts wandering back to it, getting so horny at the idea of getting back there just to worship that man’s perfect, mouth watering fuckstick and letting him do whatever he wanted with him. Zack knew just how insane all of this was, but he still couldn’t help getting so painfully hard whenever he imagined himself getting turned into a mindless, muscular slave like the one he saw earlier.
His cock was in his hand the moment he stepped inside his apartment and he started beating off furiously. He promised himself that he would think about something normal, like one of those guys he used to hook up with before all of this had started, but it didn’t take long before Zack found himself between that pipe smoking man’s legs, begging him to make him his property. Fortunately, shooting his load appeared to be enough to rid himself of all these perverted thoughts, but it still gave Zack enough of a scare to make him decide that he didn’t want to be involved in any of that crap anymore. He had stayed as far as he could from that piercing shop and the club and they had still nearly gotten him, it was simply too dangerous.
If it was all up to him, Zack would have prefered to forget about everything he’d seen, about that piercing and tattoo studio, about Steve’s bar, about what had happened to his friends and even to Dylan, despite all the guilt he felt for getting him into this mess in the first place. It was that same evening when he found out that no matter how much he dreamed of it, that wouldn’t be an option. It was already dark outside when Zack heard a knocking at his door. For a second he really believed that this might have been Dylan, that he had somehow found a way to get himself back to normal and end this whole nightmare, but instead he found the person he least expected, Mr Barker, his religious neighbor.
They’d only exchanged a few words since Zack had moved in, and most of those were vaguely homophobic remarks directed at him after Mr Barker somehow found out that Zack was gay, but he mostly ignored them, never really paying the middle-aged man much mind. Either way, the person he found kneeling in front of his door wasn’t the Mr Barker he knew He was packing even more muscle than that slave turned into a footstool he’d seen earlier today, and had clearly been made into a slave by someone himself, he had that tattooed in big, stylized letters on his forehead after all. Zack heard him mumbling something about his pastor, about some unexpected meeting he had requested with him and the other members of his congregation, but it didn’t take long before he tuned out, instead focusing on all the tattoos he saw engraved on his neighbor’s muscles.
Zack had seen many of those symbols before, but never this up close. hey were doing something to him, he stood there completely clueless for a second, listening to that pig’s moaning until his eyes fell on the few words tattooed on his skin that he could understand. Things finally made perfect sense, that slave had to be fucked, used and abused, turned into his own, personal cum dump… fuck yeah… Zack was already so damn horny watching that whore playing with his dick through that skimpy leather jock he had on. He continued listening to his loud, horny moans as he finally began making sense, begging Zack to let him in and fuck him, telling him that he can’t cum unless there’s a big, hard cock in either his mouth or his ass. Zack was ready give him exactly what he was asking for, not even planning to lead him inside, but simply fucking him raw right there in the hallway. It only took Zack a few moments to completely forget that, just a couple hours earlier, he had been sprouting the biggest hard on of his life while fantasizing about becoming someone’s slave. Now he was going to be the master, and there was no turning back.
At least there wouldn’t have been if Zack didn’t find himself suddenly distracted by the sound of the door opening in the apartment right next to his. He turned his head and saw his neighbor’s confused face. He must have heard that whore’s moaning, maybe he would help him give it a good fucking workout… wait… no… as the last one of Mr Barker’s tattoos disappeared from his field of view, Zack suddenly realized what was going on. Just like the last time, he didn’t think, only acted on his gut feeling alone as he jumped inside his apartment and slammed the door behind himself. Zack wanted to warn his neighbor to stay away, but he was too late.
“James…? What happened to you? You… you have to… oh god… you have to fucking turn around and show me your fucking cunt, you whore… yeah… that’s fucking right…”
The tone of Henry’s voice changed so quickly as he began hurling insults at Mr Barker, the very same ones which had flooded his own head as soon as he’d looked at his tattooed body. Zack heard a brief tumble and then Mr Barker’s moans, even deeper and more drawn out than before, quickly followed by Henry’s loud panting as he started fucking his ass. He didn’t want to listen to him when Zack told him to stop and get away, he only heard that if he didn’t shut up right away, he was going to be next. He couldn’t believe it, it had only been a few seconds and he already sounded like someone completely unlike himself. Henry was a divorced dad roughly the same age as Mr Barker, but ever since he’d moved in, he’d treated Zack like a friend. He’d even gotten to meet his son, who was a few years older than him on a few occasions, but now that man was gone and Zack couldn’t do anything about it as he was forced to listen to him as he described exactly what he was going to do to the man currently receiving his cock down to the most perverted details.
Zack clearly wasn’t the only one who heard it, as a number of other voices he couldn’t quite recognize eventually showed up, one after another. At first they seemed alarmed and confused by what was going on, but it was only a matter of time before they all began to sound just like Henry. Zack couldn’t bear listening to this anymore, it went on for ages and he could hear everything as they pounded Mr Barker one after another. All that time he was too scared to move in case they took notice of him and decided that just a single fucktoy wasn’t going to cut it. Zack felt like he was going crazy, he tried covering his ears but they were so loud it hardly did anything at all. He knew that this time around it wasn’t really his fault, but he still felt guilty for what happened. If he hadn’t run, and instead pulled that slut inside his apartment, then Henry and his other neighbors would have still been themselves, at least for now… but as time went on and that bulge between his legs grew larger and harder to ignore, Zack realized that this wasn’t it either, he wasn’t feeling guilty, only jealous.There was still some part that wanted to fuck and dominate kindling inside of him. He could sense that it was slowly growing, together with the temptation to get out there and join them. Zack was starting to actually consider doing just that when he realized that suddenly he couldn’t hear them anymore, as if they’d all just goten up and left.
A part of him wanted to hope that that was it, that things would go back to normal now, but by now Zack had seen enough to know that this wasn’t too likely. His worst fears were confirmed when he was woken up by noise coming from Henry’s apartment that same night. It sounded like their orgy was back in full swing, and even rowdier than before. There was a thick, concrete wall between them, but Zack could still hear their voices as they fucked and abused their new slave. They were deeper and rougher than before, they didn’t sound like their neighbors anymore, only those massive leather bears he’d seen in Steve’s club. It went on for hours and a bunch of other, alarmed people showed up in that time, but only to join them. This time around, Zack wasn’t tempted to do the same. He knew what would happen if he did.
It took Zacka really long time to finally bring himself to go outside after all the commotion had died down, but it wasn’t like he had much of a choice. He wasn’t sure what he was more afraid of, finding out what exactly his neighbors ended up being turned into, or what they were going to do to him if they ever caught him. What he knew for sure though, was that he couldn’t stay in his apartment anymore, it wasn’t safe. But then what place was safe anymore? It seemed like those perverts could show up anywhere and change everyone around to be like them without anyone noticing. At this rate, they could corrupt the whole town before anyone was even aware of what was going on. This would happen to everyone he knew or ever talked to, his friends or family members, even himself, no matter how hard he tried to fight back. He knew there was only one way out of this.
Just like last time around, the area where those leathermen and other perverts had spread to, had expanded. Now Zack could even see them parading around among the crowds on some of the largest and most populated streets in the entire city. At least for now, they still had the decency to cover up their junk and act somewhat civil, but Zack knew that wasn’t going to last for long. He’d already seen how they behaved when nobody else was around, fucking each other out in the open when he moved through the streets leading to that tattoo studio all of this had started at. Zack felt like he was inside some sick, demented man’s wet dream, being forced to witness every depraved fetish under the sun, but there was no other way. If someone could stop this, it was him.
Before heading outside, Zack tried calling the cops as his last ditch effort and, much to his surprise, the officer who picked up the phone didn’t tell him off right away like he was afraid he might. He listened intently, regardless of how messed up or out there the details and theories Zack brought up during the call were. For a moment, he actually started to believe that perhaps the police department knew all about this after all, that they were going to do something about it, but soon enough he had his confirmation.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing bitch? Nobody told you that you could stop sucking!”
He suddenly heard the officer snarl, followed by the sound of someone being firmly slapped in their face. Zack froze and then immediately hung up, not even letting the officer finish telling him what he was going to do to him once they tracked down his number.
At that point he’d already lost all hope. He wanted to believe there was a way to save all those people, Dylan, himself. But at this point he would almost be ready to accept it if he could avoid being turned into some complete freak like those he could see around him. He could remember that some of those men he’d ran into in Steve’s club had still looked somewhat normal. They’d seemed a bit older and hairier than they used to be, but at least they didn’t run around on all fours or get off on being physically and verbally abused. Even Dylan’s transformation wasn’t that disturbing in comparison. Maybe that’s what had happened to him, maybe he’d simply accepted this new life knowing the alternative. Perhaps if he just showed up there on his own, they would let him go as someone who still resembled his old self.
It didn’t take long before he got to learn just how nonsensical that idea was. As soon as he approached the piercing shop, he was captured by two men looking more like bearded gorillas than actual humans. Somehow they seemed almost surprised to see him, but still nowhere near as much as he was to discover that people like them did actually exist. They brought him inside without saying as much as a word and strapped him into a chair. He tried his best not to look around, not to meet their stares as they all seemed to focus directly on him. They were the biggest freaks he’d seen yet, tattooed from head to toes, packing so many piercings he could hear metal rattling whenever they moved.
Suddenly an enormous, fat bear sat in front of him, wearing a leather vest and a pair of chaps. He had a long, unkempt ginger beard and was furry all over, but Zack could still see a bunch of tattoos all over his arms, chest and his massive belly. He recognized all these words and symbols from before, but they looked a bit off, crude, as if they were put there by someone who had never used a tattooing machine before. He had a huge metal ring hanging from his nose and two from his fat moobs, and while his huge gut was obscuring it now, Zack noticed that the man was really hung, even despite the fact that his impressive looking cock was locked inside of a metal cage. He looked just as surprised to see him as the two other men and told Zack they’d been looking for him, that their master would be pleased to see him.
Zack had no idea what that man was talking about. He went from being freaked out of his mind to being just utterly confused. He tried telling the man that he’d made a mistake, that he’d gotten the wrong guy and had to let him go, but the man only ignored him, and when Zack refused to stop talking, put a huge ball gag into his mouth. They soon heard some commotion coming from the back room and the man remarked that Zack wouldn’t have to wait much longer, as his master must have finished changing into his new gear. A few moments later, the door they’d both been focusing on swung open and someone walked out. It was an older man, all the hair that covered his body like a short, fuzzy pelt was completely white and so was his perfectly trimmed, short beard, his sideburns contrasting with the jet black color of the leather cap resting on his head. He was really tall and very muscular, seemingly without an ounce of excess fat, and the leather harness and straps covered with large metal spikes that stretched around his chest and biceps really showed it off. Even as he toyed with the large piercing inside his nipple while his extremely long and fully erect, veiny cock swung between his legs, his face remained stern and nearly expressionless.
Zack quickly noticed that there was another person there behind him, a chubby, younger man being led on all fours by a leash. His head was completely bald, but he compensated for that with his scruffy, ginger beard. It was a complete mess, glued together with what must have been a bunch of loads, strands of drool and cum hanging all around his mouth, but he didn’t seem too concerned with wiping them off. As soon as the older leatherman stopped pulling on his leash, he flopped down on his ass and started wildly tugging on the cock cage between his legs. Panting and moaning as his tongue flopped out and the expression on his face made it clear that he didn’t care about anything in the world other than getting off.
Was this the man they’d been talking about? Was he supposed to know him? Zack stared intensely at his face, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t recognize him. Then he suddenly watched them walking to the side and turning towards the back door, as if they were simply making room for somebody else. For a second it looked like someone turned off the lights in the other room as it turned pitch black, but then Zack realized that wasn’t it, the entire door frame was blocked off by something, or rather someone as he soon found out… If he hadn’t seen it with his own eyes, he would never have believed that someone could actually get this huge. He saw a massive, furry arm making it inside, the man it belonged to having to turn sideways and lean forward, duck his head to even make it through. He was not only absolutely enormous but also impossibly hairy, wearing a thick, cross-shaped harness and a pair of chaps stretched tightly over his muscular, tree trunk legs, but his body hair grew so dense it looked like actual animal fur. Zack couldn’t even see the tiniest patch of skin below his neck, and even his neck was obscured by the thickest and bushiest beard he’d ever seen in his life. The same could be said about the man’s cock. Zack had thought that the one belonging to that muscular leather daddy was exceptionally long, but this one was on a whole new level; it was a real monster, even longer and at least twice as thick, with a series of piercings all across its length and a truly enormous one jutting from its tip. It didn’t appear to have any strange aura about it that messed with his head and made him want to get on knees and worship him, but it was as if that man didn’t even need it. What else was he supposed to do when he was put in front of someone who looked like this? Even the very shape of his face seemed to have all possible masculine traits turned up to the extreme.
As soon as he saw him, Zack had no doubt in his mind that this was the man they meant when they referred to their master, but at the same time he couldn’t comprehend how that man could have possibly known him. He was absolutely sure that if he’d ever run into someone like him, he would have remembered. Zack shuddered when he saw him walking towards him, each step accompanied by a loud thump of his huge military boots. He swiftly grabbed his face with his enormous, furry paw and began inspecting him up close. Initially Zack was too scared to even look back at him, but when he did and their eyes suddenly met, he only grew more terrified as he realized that those eyes looked awfully familiar. But no… this couldn’t be… It was impossible, but somehow he just knew that the gigantic monster he was looking at, was in fact Dylan. He was so freaked out he couldn’t even move. how could he have been so stupid to come here? The two of them used to look so similar they were often mistaken for brothers, and now Dylan had been turned into this…
Somehow the worst part wasn’t even how he looked, but what he did once he realized that Zack had managed to recognize him. Rather than trying to calm him down and comfort him, say that it was still him deep down inside just like the last time, Zack only watched him smile and then effortlessly tear off his clothes, without any sort of warning. He didn’t seem concerned in the slightest with his friend’s terrified reaction as he turned to the fat, tattooed bear sitting on the stool nearby and practically growled at him, asking what the hell he was waiting for, before turning around and walking away without as much as looking at Zack.
He was so occupied with trying to get Dylan’s attention, apologizing and begging him to let him go despite the huge ball gag in his mouth, that he didn’t even notice it when Dylan’s furry slave somehow slid two, large metal rings into his nipples. He definitely felt it a second later when his body was overtaken by a series of violent, uncontrollable spasms as every muscle in his body seemed to rapidly start growing and expanding without bound. Meaty pecs pushing out of his previously frail looking, hairless chest, a six packs of sculpted abs appearing underneath them in place of his slender body. Both his arms and his legs were sprouting so much muscle they almost doubled in size over a few moments. It all hurt so bad that Zack wanted to scream, biting into that gag in his mouth as hard as he could, but then he started feeling something else as well. He couldn’t figure out what it was at first, not until he looked down between his legs and saw that massive, leaking hard-on.
His cock had grown by a lot as well, both in terms of length and girth. Zack couldn’t deny that it looked fucking hot. Before he knew it, he wasn’t afraid anymore, only horny. He saw his body changing further, muscles growing larger and becoming more defined. He could tell that less and less people who knew him would be able to recognize him now, but he didn’t care. Suddenly all that mattered was getting something to fuck. If only he hadn’t been tied up, he would have already been ramming his still growing cock up that slave’s furry hole, but he would have settled on anyone in this room. He knew it was crazy, but at that moment he felt like he could even get that enormous, muscular giant that Dylan had been turned into to bend over and open up his ass for him. He didn’t care how impossible that would be, as long as it got him off. He was so fucking horny, he needed to cum right now. Zack closed his eyes and started thrusting his hips forward as hard as he could. He was getting close, he could feel the precum leaking out of his rock-hard cock, when suddenly something pricked his arm, Zack opened his eyes and saw a small tattoo had appeared on his skin. It looked almost exactly like so many of the ones he’d seen throughout the week, but he didn’t care about it one bit, he was still horny as hell and needed get off. He kept on thrusting his hips, wishing he could just wrap his hands around his cock and bust his nut right now, but then he realized that something was off.
He could tell that he was getting closer to shooting his load, but it all felt wrong somehow… like he wasn’t supposed to do it. He was still turned on beyond belief and needed it more than he could possibly describe, but he knew he couldn’t do it, no matter how hard he tried. He needed permission first. Except he didn’t know who from, and just looked around confused, only to see that bearded slave, grinning madly at him with a tattoo gun in his hand. Zack knew that he’d done something to him. The rush he had felt once he began changing still wasn’t over, he was so angry, he pulled at his restraints but they held him in place. The man just put the tattooing machine against Zack’s chest and effortlessly painted yet another symbol, this time on his chest, as if he was completely used to having his victims violently thrashing around and doing whatever they could to stop him from getting closer.
As soon as he was done, something changed; Zack realized that he was no longer angry. On some level he still was, or at least knew that he should be, but as if some invisible switch had been turned inside his head, he found himself absolutely incapable of becoming angry. Suddenly it felt so completely alien that he had been pissed off at someone just a moment ago. Zack began to panic, he had no idea how something like that was even possible. He wasn’t angry anymore, only scared out of his mind. He started helplessly begging the man to stop through the gag in his mouth, but that only seemed to amuse him further as he placed another two tattoos on his body. Just like that, he stopped being scared and seemingly didn’t feel anything at all, and when the man told him to stand still because he didn’t want to mess up the next one, his entire body froze in an instant and no matter how hard he tried, Zack couldn’t bring himself to move. But as the time went on and he saw the large, stylized letters appearing on his abdomen one by one, he found any inclination to fight back completely vanishing from his head.
The tattoo branded him a slave and by the time it was done, that was exactly what he was. As if some absolutely integral, core part of him had just been altered, he realized that he couldn’t even attempt to resist its influence. As far as he was concerned, that was exactly what he’d always been and he couldn’t even remember being anything different. Except he also felt so terribly lost suddenly… he was a slave, but he didn’t have a master… not yet… He started scanning the room, helplessly looking around, until his eyes fell on Dylan, who was standing in a corner and watching him intently… He would have been a perfect master for him… except deep down inside, Zack knew that he wasn’t worthy of him, not yet at least. Dylan was watching him and he had to earn the privilege of being owned by him, the privilege to worship him as the masculine god he truly was.
Zack decided that he would show him he could serve him, that he was worthy. The bearded man continued placing more tattoos on his skin. They messed with his head, making him feel strange, altered his body further, making his muscles expand even more, his hair fall out, until he was completely smooth both on the top of his head and the rest of his body, but despite everything, Zack remained determined to prove himself. With every fibre of his being, he hoped that would be enough for Dylan to find him worthy. Dyl…Master was all that mattered to him, all he aspired to be himself, but knew he could never be. The moment his restraints came off, Zack fell to his knees and then on all fours, meekly crawling towards his master, hoping that was enough to please him. It took him a long time to find the courage to lift up his head after stopping between Master’s legs, and when he did, he found his fully erect, monstrous cock pointed directly at his face with that massive ring at its tip. Zack already knew what his first order would be.