Rick was exactly the worst type of model you could find, cocky, sexy, and always wanting to show off his body whenever he could. It got to the point where his own agents could barely stand him as they watched him pose for the photographer, making sure to accentuate his lean body the best he could.
“Alright are we done here?” whined Rick. “I got some girls who liked my pictures from last month and they really want to meet.” The photographer rolled his eyes.
“Just a few more shots, keep posing,” declared the photographer as he ignored Rick’s scowl and got back to snapping pictures. By the time they were finished it was only because Rick refused to pose any longer, instead deciding to almost tell the photographer to go fuck himself underneath his breath as he started putting on his clothes. “Well thank you very much, Mr. Wellick. It’s been such a…pleasure working with you. I wanted you to have this.” The photographer mumbled, trying to make sure any vitriol in his voice as he took out an odd book that he had kept in his bag for later, but he felt that now it was needed.
Rick took the book, looking at the title.
“Very funny, but I don’t need this caveman shi- sh-” Rick stopped as he saw the photographer beginning to leave the building, looking down as he wondered why it was suddenly so hard to speak as an odd thumping like a heartbeat began in his own two hands.
“Enjoy, Mr. Wellick,” said the photographer as Rick looked down at his own hands, watching as they started to grow larger, the knuckles cracking and the fingers almost becoming too big for his own palm, to the point where it almost weighed him down. Even still, he couldn’t let go of the book as something else began thumping with the same throbbing and hot sensation, only being cooled down by an odd feeling of something wet and leaking as he looked between his legs.
His own skinny jeans were being stretched to their limit as hair began to grow on the back of his hand, so much it almost felt like it was fur. But no, Rick saw that it was clearly brown human hair and he couldn’t help but mumble and moan at the mounting pleasure of his throbbing cock but the fear of his changing hands.
“W-What the fuck is happening to me?” Rick cried as he quickly tried to go over towards the door, trying to pull it, but it didn’t budge. Was it locked? Rick tried to again and again only to feel as if he was growing too dumb, lacking intelligence that was being sapped away by the throbbing length as he started to feel dumber and dumber, so much so he couldn’t even open the door. “G-Gotta do something, this fucking book might help.”
Rick moaned and fell back as the first tears began to show, his own ass started to swell to the point where it was sagging him down with his great round cheeks that just begged to be filled.
But I’m not gay…don’t…don’t need a…need a…cock…fuck
Rick grasped his head with one hand and the book with another as he fell back and spread his legs apart to allow his thick shaft enough room to leak a puddle of pre-cum between his growing thighs.
The skinny jeans ripped and teared easily after his own ass swelled out of his underwear and pants. Hair continued to sprout along his fine legs, giving him a more animalistic and unkempt look as his own thicker thighs swelled with muscle and a bit of fat.
“Oh no! No! Not my abs!” Rick grunted in his newly deep voice as he felt his own torso beginning to change slightly, as hair began growing on his own clean shaven chest, he watched that he lost his lean muscle in favour of just a skinny body. “Fuck no! This can’t be happening…must…stop!” His cock continued to sway back and forth almost hypnotically as Rick began trying to read the words, to his shock and horror the book was composed of “spells” and on the page his thick fingers managed to comb through he found a page for “caveman” and another word he couldn’t understand.
“Found it!” Rick moaned as he started to read the reverse spell, even as his once rich brown hair grew darker and shaggier, as his face changed to be more prominent and hairy and his cock continued to bounce and distract him. “Iter-Itermum e-ev-e-OH GOD!”
Rick moaned as cum blasted out of his cock and sprayed all over the book making it unreadable both literally and mentally as the last of Rick’s intelligence sapped away as he clung onto the wet and dribbling book. He looked confusedly at everything around him and his more hairy body, deciding to grunt.
Rick may have been a sexy guy, but he was far too dumb to remember any of that as he sat there and played with his long thick cock.
There was something about those new genetically modified bananas at the supermarket. Wasn’t just that they tasted good, they actually made you feel high, euphoric, and so horny. You got a bunch yesterday and ate the whole thing, then had to go back for more today.
But looking in the mirror as you ate one, something seemed weird. Kinda off. Was it the smell? Or the taste? You took off your shirt to sniff your pits – oh yeah, they were real sweaty. These bananas were making your heart race and your skin damp with sweat. And the hair in your pits – was it always that thick? It seemed to stick out more than it ever had, even with your arm down, a dense mat of hair.
You peeled another banana and started eating. Your whole body was hairier than it used to be, in fact. You stared at yourself in the mirror. That’s you, right? It looks like an ape. Thick dense tufts of fur all over your body. Ears sticking out all weird and big. Big meaty hands, so clumsy and thick. You could barely hold onto the banana as you stuffed it into your mouth.
That was your last one. You fell forward onto all fours, knuckle-walking around your enclosure. It used to be your apartment. But apes don’t live in apartments. They live in zoos. And an animal handler will be along to pick you up soon, and take you to your new life with the other men dumb enough to buy experimental bananas.
Thank you for your application! Here at the Thomas Gungy Foundation for Transformation, or the T.G.F.T. for short, we promise a transformation that you can always enjoy. Now, let’s look at your application.
You’re gay. That’s good. We encourage homosexual patronage. You’re also asexual. That’s great! We can certainly work with that. Oh, was this a mistake? Right here. You signed for a discount surplus change. It wasn’t? You are aware that that means you will be changed to whatever we have an overabundance of, correct? Oh, you’re a risk taker! Well, we at the Foundation for Transformation always love a costumer that is willing to take a risk. In that case, just sign again here, and put your initials here.
Okay, feel free to put on your goggles now, and I’ll find out what’s on the menu for you today. Ah ha! As of today our slowest seller is the neanderthal package, mostly due to the anti-evolution debates it brings out in party conversation, but I imagine you’ll be too much of a party animal to worry about such things as talking. In fact, I suspect that you won’t much of any verbalizing outside of grunts and Tarzan speak after this.
Now don’t be alarmed. Your wide eyes tell a story I have seen many times before, but you shouldn’t worry for three reasons: one, after you become the big, hairy brute that you are now destined to destined to turn into you will realize that the change really isn’t half bad; two, you signed a legally binding agreement with us, and even if you could get the goggles off at this point, we would be legally obligated to have our security staff force you into one of our less pleasant transformation chambers.
Finally, as we have been talking you have been understanding less and less of what I have said. Your muscles have been increasing rapidly while your intelligence has been diminishing. You didn’t notice as the staff removed your clothes and put you into a more fitting attire. You can try to struggle now, but I’m afraid you’re a little late at this point. The goggles have been running the entire time we’ve been chatting. You’re a regular Fred Flintstone at this point.
Oh, I’m sorry. You wouldn’t get references at this point would you. Here, I’ll try to use small words to help. You still gay, but you want more bang-bang now. You no not bang-bang. We’ll bring you to more of your kind, or rather, white coat men take you to more bang-bang. Give white coat man goggles. No! No bang-bang white coat men!
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