It was a beautiful day in the middle of June. The sun was shining, the birds were flying, and it couldn’t have been better. You lived in Toronto, but your old college roommate invited you over for a party in the Twin Cities. The flight took a while, but once you got there you knew you had made the right choice. A skinny nerd like you would never be noticed in a crowd of people. You’re to short and pasty, and you just had a bad breakout; but it was outside of the airport that suddenly you heard someone calling you.
“Hey!” Someone said, “Yeah I’m talking to you!”
You looked over to see a man in his early forties or fifties. He was sitting down with his phone and a dog. Even though you get a major turn on anytime you see any part of a woman; You had to admit that this guy was amazing. It was almost as if he was meant to be worshipped.
“You’re Jude, right?” He asked, putting his phone in his pocket and walking over. He must’ve been 6’4", and compared to you he was like a giant. You could smell his masculinity pouring into your system.
“Yes,” you quivered, “why?”
“I will be your ride to the party,” he said, “my name is Todd.”
It was then that you walked to his car and got in. You didn’t know the man, or even think about texting your roommate, it was just that he seemed so trustable in a fatherly sort of way. He drove you to this small house only 30 minutes east of the airport. He grabbed your bags as you walked into the house, but what you didn’t see was he tossed them into the neighbor’s dumpster. You looked around and noticed the old house was sort of, familiar, almost as if it was deja vu.
“You will be staying here,” Todd said, pointing to a small room. It has a old, full size bed with multiple yellowish stains on it and it smelled of masculinity. There was an old television set and a game system with lots of sport games. Usually, this would’ve grossed you out but for some reason you were turned on. The room also had several weights that made it look like a homemade gym. The weirdest part however was that there were old, worn out jocks, baseball caps, gym shirts, shorts and shoes astray. Again, this would’ve bothered you but you didn’t care at all.
“I hope you enjoy,” Todd said, smirking, and than placing a backwards cap on your head. Suddenly you were thirsty.
“Do you have anything to drink?” You asked.
“Ah yes!” He walked over to the fridge and grabbed a cloudy, white mixture.
“What is it?” You asked as he handed it to you.
“Just a homemade protein shake,” he smirked again as you chugged it down. It was very salty and slimy, but you thought that it had to be good for you. You felt something run op against your tongue as you pulled out small hairs.
“Those would be my pubes and armpit hairs,” Todd said.
“Your what?”
“Prunes and apricot hairs,” Todd answered. You swear you heard something different but whatever. You gulped down the rest of your drink in a matter of seconds.
“Well, thank you for the drink,” you said as you walked to your room.
“No problem,” Todd smiled, “you better relax before the big day tomorrow!”
You closed the door to your room and jumped in the nasty bed. You didn’t even realize that your clothes were gone. As you smelled the bed, your plaid shirt began to feel a little tight, along with your skinny jeans and Size 7 Converse. You began to pull your close off, noticing that your skin looked a little darker. But wasn’t it always this color? As you pulled of your shirt, it revealed two, huge pecs that would attract any lady in a mile radius. At first you were confused but than you remembered all the hard months and years it took to earn these babies. Suddenly, your pecs were covered in a gracious coat of brown hair that stunk to the high heavens. As you smelt away, your biceps and triceps began to grow, each sniff inflating them like balloons. Your armpits began to fill up with hair. Dark, brown curls flowed out so far that there would be no where to hide them; and the smell could make any man get hard. You remembered that you never wore deodorant because only prissy people would mask their scent. After that, your hands followed suit, getting bigger and manlier. Your once frail, cursive writing hands were now paws that weren’t meant for catching, throwing, and jacking off.
Your legs began to stretch and grow longer. Your quads pumped up as your calves expanded. Your height reached a peak of 6’3" as your thighs ballooned out. You remembered having the nickname ‘Thunder-thighs’ by your teammates and late night hookups. As your thighs became stronger, you butt began to lift you up from the bed, starting to shorts. The bubble but began to stretch as you farted, trying to sniff in as much manliness as you could.
Your shoes fell in line, starting to get really tight. You watched as your feet sexily broke through, growing bigger and bigger. No more ballet or ice skating with these huge boats as thoughts of football, basketball, and soccer flooded your mind. Your feet kept growing until they were so big you could would be able to float. Your mind told you however that you have always had Size 16 Feet, and oh did you have a foot fetish.
Next was the smell of your feet. You were already feeling dizzy from your armpits, but your feet could knock someone out. You brought your foot to your face and let the scent cloud your mind. You felt a cloud settle over as you smelled. Your IQ began to drop; memories of studying and 4.0’s became memories of sports, sex, and passing grades.
Lastly was your cook and testicles. Your shorts has already bursted apart and your underwear was currently doing the same. You looked at the clothes on the floor and picked up a dirty jock and mesh shorts. You put them to your face, smelling them while jacking off. Your cock got hard, harder than it’s ever been before. You had a modest size of 4 inches before, but the ladies never enjoyed that. Your cock began to grow. At 5 inches you began to lick the jock. At 6, your balls began to expand. 7, the ladies in your mind began to change to men. 8, your Adam’s apple bulged forward proudly bring your voice down multiple octaves to a resounding low bass. 9 and your balls became the size of kumquats. And at 10, your cock burst all over you. Your cum bursted all over the room, expelling your IQ permanently oUt of your body. Hair spread like wildfire all of your body, your legs, thighs, and butt getting hit the hardest. Your face reshaped to a much sexier, manlier, alpha look. A beautiful, light stubble appeared as your hair receded and got into a jock cut, turning from a harsh black to a dark chocolate brown. Your jaw squared as your head became larger to fit the emptiness inside. Your once brilliant mind was now at an IQ of 79. You looked at the floor, took a sniff of one of the Nikes you shared with your dad, and grabbed a used jockstrap that you saw still had some warm cum in it. You brought it to your face and licked some of it.
“Mm,” you said, “it’s dad’s.”
You placed the jockstrap onto your cock and felt the warm cum envelop your whole 10 inches, almost ripping it. You loved the feeling of the jockstrap, but you hated the fact that you had to wear clothes.
“Jack?” Your dad knocked on the door, “can I come in?”
“Yeah dad!” Todd walked into the room, looking proudly at his son. He was playing soccer on the television as well as he does in reality. Todd and Jack had always been close because there ages were so close. They were only 15 years apart, because Todd starting getting laid when he was in middle school. When he got a girl pregnant, he decided to drop high school and take care of his boy as a single parent. Todd made sure that Jack was the perfect jock just like he once was. He made sure Jack dropped out of high school and fucked any guy he met. They wore the same clothes and shoes, and took bathes together. The 44 year old dad and 29 year old son were as happy as they could be. Todd was so lucky that Jack was gay, because Todd himself was bisexual. Todd pulled out his 11 inch cock and looked at his son with a stern face.
“Time to suck, son.”
“Yes daddy!”
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