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Nigel the Jock was stood at the urinal at the club. He was pretty drunk and had a slight hard on from all the grinding on the dance floor. He grinned to himself as the low vibrations of music bass echoed through the men’s stalls. He glanced around to be sure he was alone, then took out his phone to take a quick pic of his hanging cock, posting it to his Instagram “Yeah mate-they’re gonna love tha-sh#t bro!” He slurred as he began to piss. Continuing to scroll on his phone as he heard the music briefly grow louder as the door opened.

“No you wait, I’ll be back!” he heard a man shout out as the room went quiet as the door closed. Nigel lifted his head slightly, thinking to himself ‘Didn’t sound like he was round ere’ As the man slowly walked to the stall next to him and unzipped. “Ho hell na! Damn you’re a hairy mo-fo!” Nigel gasped, turning and jeering at the man beside him. He was hairy, very hairy, wearing a white vest almost as if to show it all off. He looked over “I know right-w-what are you doin’?” he first joked, the paused as Nigel pointed his phone towards him.

‘Click’ “You’re a freak bro, I’m sharing this sh#t!” The man tried to finish quickly “Dude, stop, I don’t want any fuss mate” Only looking more annoyed as Nigel talked loudly, seeming to record himself taking the piss out of the poor guy. “Hey lads-HIC-check out this hairy freak I gone found clubbing-“ Nigel stepped towards him, grabbing his shoulder to force him onto  camera. The door opened again, music poured in for a second or two. “I’m good, just leave me alone dude” The man pushed him away, not willing to make a scene with the drunk jock as two huge bear jocks walked in. Both taller and more built than Nigel was several times over. They lumbered forwards. “Hey Malik, you was takin a while so….er-this guy bothering ya?” One boomed, clearly they knew each other and Nigel immediately felt his blood run cold as the man grinned, pointed and said “Yeah, weirdo was taking pics of me” As the huge man strode towards Nigel, he tried badly to explain it away “C’mon, lads I was just messin’ I didn’t mean anything-MUUMMPHH” He struggled to speak as the huge arm wrapped around his head, the muscles blocked his view and stink filled his nostrils. He tried to resist but slowly he felt everything slowly go limp. “Ssshhhhhhh-Deep breaths boy” was the last thing he heard. Then everything went black.

When Nigel came to he slowly opened his eyes to see the two large men, .”W-what’s goin’ on?” His voice sounded different, slower even. His vision was blurry and when he tied to stand his body ached so badly he only just managed to move his arm. “Don’t struggle, You ain’t going anywhere mate” One of the men stood up and leaned in, poking his arm and grinning. It felt weird, Nigel wanted to look but could barely turn his head. “You woke up early-ya ain’t done yet” the other lad said as they bro fisted. “My hed hurt” Nigel just managed. His mind was foggy and sluggish.  He gritted his teeth as he pulled hard to get free. He felt like he could feel more, and it was fuzzy. Like he was itchy. The large man reached out, he felt his hand rundown his abs-no wait? It felt larger…was that hair? Something was wrong. Nigel blinked hard, clearing his eyes as he took in the true magnitude of what had happened.

He had a gut?! He tried again to stand and slowly his arms pulled upwards. He wasn’t tied down at all, it was his own weight! He reached down slowly and felt his other arm. It was thick, hairy, huge. He looked down as best he could only to see beard, black and dense, just above that was a huge ball gut, solid with muscle and covered in hair so thick you couldn’t see any skin under it “W-what have you done to me?!” his voice bellowed. It was getting deeper by the second, almost to the point he sounded stupid. “You’ll get used to it freak-got a lot more coming to yay a know” The man helped him stand, grabbing his arm and pulling him up as they both worked to get Nige to his feet. He almost couldn’t believe it. He was at least 7 foot tall, and when he looked down he just saw hair and pits, all joined a sone thick matted layer. “I-I’m ruined! I-JESUS WHAT!?” He gasped as he sniffed his pits and the rank heat almost caused him to be sick.

“Yeah man, ya a freak al right, ya get off on ya own stink and everything ya hairy c#nt” the two blokes both laughed again. Nigel just stood, now sniffing on purpose. He was already getting lost into it. The hairs were wet, moist with stink. Almost yellow. Nigel tried hard to push his beard into the mess to mix the smell. The wet sweaty musk rubbing into his face and sticking to him. His eyes rolled around. “Bro-stink good….” He dumbly muttered as he fumbled around his huge gut with his other hand for his balls.

When he found them, they were growing still, large as base balls and still expanding. He was could feet his belly rubbing on his arm as he pushed around and grabbed hard, yanking the huge orbs around as his nose and beard were stuck into his other pit huffing as much as he could “MMMUUGH-smell man-“ he muffled out from his own hairy prison as the stink spread. His body began to heat up His ass started to drip, the hairs getting longer to hold onto as much dirt and musk as possible. His back matted up, the hairs knotting together uncomfortably, he’d need someone to brush him regularly to avoid it from now on. His pits went from yellow to a dark orange, the hairs almost tanned with musk as his shoulder and beard joined up. He was now covered in a layer of long, beard like pubes from head to toe. Except his head. They shaved him earlier and made sure it wouldn’t grow back.

‘SLAP’ One of the huge men placed a hand on his bald head as he stuck his nose into his own pit. His muscles still growing as he felt his body tense. Nigel felt his feel push apart, now size 15, then 16, then 17. A true freak! His legs were next, his balls touched both sides, soon they were footballs hanging between his legs and he had to squat just to reach them. His chest got wider, so wide his arms began to lift up from his sides. He tried to keep one down to wank his huge foot long cock and balls but nothing stopped the growth. His arm was pushed aside and he moaned loudly as he stood against the wall. He leant forwards for support and only managed to move his arms a bit. They were clamping together, every huge muscle and hair matted or knotting against him. He couldn’t shower again, he’d need a team of people now. The rank stink was insane, like a teenager locker room gym plus some body builders, maybe even add in some scally socks and stink. It was unimaginable. He was man, a freak like he was calling other people to be.

He stood, his mind now as rank as his body “Need wank cuz-need help’ he looked over at his new best mate, reaching out he grabbed ones hand and pulled him down. “Na bro, you can wank ya self” they laughed. “B-But can’t reach cock…..tooo BIG-BURRRRRRRP!” He burped loudly and uncontrollably as his whole body expanded and solidified. His ass was a block of muscle now as his balls hung in their sack below. He fell against the wall and began to rub his cock and balls against it, rutting like a bear in heat. “Please-must-balls! So HARD BRO!” His voice cracked and dropped into animal tones as he stood, leaving a patch of sweat on the wall as he rubbed without release. He begeed the two men for help, they never did, he was a freak after all. They did sort him food, Nigel had no idea who he was or where he lived anymore. He needed weights, food and a wank. Repeated forever. Eventually his new best mates got him a machine to f#ck him and suck him off but after a few uses he broke it with his huge body, his thick shaft bust the second. Nigel was truly a freak, and lived with two lads who would do everything to make sure he was unwashed and stinking, unable to wank because of his huge size and stuck with the largest cock and balls alive, but too addicted to his pits and unable to reach them to pleasure himself. He never even knew their names.

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Trent was a jock. At University for a sports major, surrounded by a group of dumb jock bros and cheer leader girls who embraced his alpha status. His nights were filled with wild parties, drinking, sex with any woman he could find, and he loved it. His current drinking gang was the rugby club, which only meant larger groups of larger men, getting into worse fights and sometimes waking up in jail after punching someone they shouldn't have. Trent always got away with it though, the coach would always bail him, they couldn't lose their top student on the team ‘Bro’.

But all that was about to change. Yet another raucous party after watching ‘the game’, had ended with the group being thrown out for several punch ups and groping incidents. “Fu#k you! W-we don't need ya bitc#es anyway!” Trent shouted, managing to hurl a bottle that smashed against the door, while still hanging off his bros shoulder, dragging him away. Two girls in trashy make up and a guy with a sore fist shouted something Trent couldn't make out through his drunken haze, before narrowly missing a bottle thrown at him. His mate pulled him sideways “Whoa, F you! We-HIC- we gettin' outa ere anyway! YOU SUCK - !” Before holding up both fingers and walking backwards, gesturing at his cock. Trent and his bros stumbled, hanging off each other for stability, half running around the corner, before the lads at the frat house decided to give chase.

It started to rain. Trents thin shirt clinging to his pecs and abs. His usual swagger was replaced by an unsteady stumble, fueled by the excessive drinking, as they stumbled through the labyrinth of city alleys. “Bro im going home man…fu#k that lot mannn-HIC-”

Trent looked disappointed at his mate, “For real man? You gon’ wuss -HIC- out on me?” Before he pushed him to one side and stagged up onto both feet to stand on his own. Trent continued “W-We can go anywhere we want bro, ya know who we- HIC- who we are bro!” before Trent slipped back and hit the wall. Tearing his shirt. Trents mate laughed, lighting a cigarette as he too slumped against the wall.

“Ma bro -HIC- Time to hit the hay. Its like fuc-’5am man.” Trent looked up, the horizon was just glowing from the sun an hour or so away. “Y-yeah I guess man…FU#K!”

Just as he went to pull himself up, a LOUD horn sounded and they jumped back from the edge of the road. A semi-truck rolled past, the driver swearing as he swung the rig up the road and parked next to several others. Trent saw red, shouting over at the trucker as he pulled up. Several other hulking men, smoking cigars and drinking from large glasses by the bar's door, also looked over. The sounds of rock music echoing out from the neon lit bar did nothing to cover Trents booming jock voice. “Oi ya truckers scum! Mind where the- HIC-hell ya goin dumb-ass!” The main group of truckers didn't really respond, taking long drags on thick cigars, but instead  looked over at the one that had just pulled up. Who pointed over at them. “Drunk kids playin’ in the darn road, ge’ yourselves killed!”

“F- you grandad! Can smell ya from here pig!” Trent shouted over, rage building. His mate grabbed him, even drunk he knew better as he attempted to reason with him. “Trent bro, calm the hell down-HIC-man! It aint worth it dude!” But it was too late.Trent marched forwards, his jock body bulging as veins ran up his neck. “You nearly hit ME bro, hit ME! you-HIC-know who I AM?! I’m fu#king TRENT ‘THE TANK’ JOHNSON BRO!” Now looking twice as big, arms flexing as he approached. The truckers barely moved, standing forwards as one unit, the driver ahead of them continued. “Look kid, aint no harm done. Don’t go doing somethin ya go an’ regret son” Taking out a cigar from his leather vest, hanging over an equally dirty and rounded gut. Trent stopped short “Damn bro, you truckers look like SH#T duuude! Ya crawl out a dumpster?! Bet y can’t even SEE ya tiny dick under that ay!” Pointing down at his overhanging belly and jeering.

By now his mate had stumbled to his side. “Trent c’mon man, leave em, I’m not -HIC- getting in another fight tonight bro! C’MON!” He half shouted pulling Trents arm. After a few hard yanks, Trent began to shuffle away. But no less angry. “Lemme go man! Fu#k these pigs! I can take’em bro” The truckers laughed a bit. Another shouted out at them from the group now, scratching his own gut “Listen to ya mate kid, go home. Ya drunk” Trent swung blindly in their direction before his mate finally got a grip on him. Dragging him away. “F you pigs! Look at me! Ya always gonna be scum compared -HIC- to this!” he grabbed at his shirt, yanking it to show off his abs. The truckers just laughed as the two jocks stumbled away. The final words of Trent fading into the distance. “I’ll never be like you! Ya -HIC- hear! Oink Oinks pigs!”

Just as they disappeared, a new trucker switched on the lights of his rig. Having watched the whole thing from inside, silently making his judgment. He grinned as the two jocks disappeared from view. Flashing a set of orange eyes. Thinking over the Jocks final words he found himself answering back. “We’ll see about that kid…”

Gaz the genie slowly followed them back to Trents place, and watched his mate throw him into his bed and leave him there, face down, still dressed and wet. “Trent ya damn ass hole, I'll come back tomorrow bro, your a -HIC- fu#king pain in the ass ya know that bro!” Trent only moaned a reply into his pillow before throwing a lazy ‘thumbs up’ in his bros direction. A few seconds later, Trent heard the door slam closed and leave him in the darkness of his flat. The rain lashing the windows was the only sound he heard as he grinned dopily to himself. “Anotha’ top night broooo….” before he passed out, snoring into his pillow.

Gaz watched. A bolt of lighting announced his presence but Trent only rolled over, drool dripping from his mouth to the pillow. “And THEYRE the pigs ay…” Gaz muttered booking him over. “Lets see how you like it then” as he took a long drag from his own cigar and blew out a huge cloud of orange smoke that seemed to weave and snake its way over and into Trents nose and mouth. Trent barely noticed, other than the odd twitch of his balls as it worked its way into him. Gaz sighed, another job done. “Heh, be seein’ ya kid” He waved his cigar in the air, and just as soon as he’d come, vanished into the orange fog leaving no trace he’d ever been there at all.

Trent woke up sweating. “What the-” He muttered, thinking his clothes were wet from the rain the night before. But no, as he peeled himself up he could smell the musk hanging off his ripe pits and back. Almost stuck to the bed. “Oh christ-Looks like I overdid it, jesus that stinks-UGH!” He grabbed his head, as if the stink wasn't bad enough, he had one hell of a hangover. It felt like he was hit by a truck. He staggered to his feet, finding it much harder than normal, and noticed that he could feet the cold floor under his toes. He squinted down, but couldn't make them out for some reason. Instead lumbering forwards towards the bathroom. His ass letting loose a loud wet fart without control as he did. He jeered proudly, any jock would, as he scratched absentmindedly at his balls. He didn't even register the hair running up his chest and belly as he yanked off his shirt and yawned at the mirror.

“Oh fu….” His voice trailed off as he looked at himself in abject horror.

His buff body had been wrapped in a thin layer of fat, his gut had pushed out, not to mention the hair. It grew in all directions from his chest and cock, even his pits now sported long forests of musk that clung to him like wet towel. The only place that wasn't getting hair was his head, which was looking noticeably thinner. His brow was pulling back as his hair redecded in front of him.

His stomach lurched. Trent tried to hold it in with his meaty hands...But even as he watched, he could SEE his gut slowly expanding, rumbling like a earthquake as he stood breathing. Even as his chest rose and sank, he could FEEL it getting wider, pushing his arms and gut apart. A pressure was building inside him, working its way to his throat, he couldn't stop it. “BUUEUUUUUURRRP" The loudest belch he'd made of heard echoed around his small flat as he steadied his new weight. "-W-WOT'S APPEN'IN....M-MY VOICE?!" He had too come to terms with as he fell back against the wall. His sweaty back slapping against the tiles. Trent looked at his thick brow, heavy set nose, his pretty face was vanishing before his eyes. "NO NO!" he reached up to try and stop it, but his newer fat fingers did nothing to stop it. Only finding thick stubble, forcing through under his fingers to hide what was left of his face.

Suddenly his swinging balls met the cold tiled wall. He let out a guttural moan, much deeper than he expected it to be, as they slapped the cold surface. Trent looked down, now realizing the extent of his changes. His first problem was his thickening gut. It was blocking his view straight down. He pawed at it, pulling the fatty orb around until he managed to lean over to see his new package. "Oh sh#t..." Trent panicked as he saw two huge balls, the size of oranges, hanging almost halfway to his knees. Both were tied in a thick leather strap that made them appear even larger. His cock was a different story. It had lost a few inches. Even as he felt around, he swore he could feel his gut and fat pad slowly eating more space around it. It was no longer the long 10 incher he was used to, but a much fatter 7, soon to be 6.9, 6.8, 6.7.

"I gotta- I gutta stop dis' Trent finally blurted out. Wobbling away from the mirror back towards his room, panting and out of breath already, he was only getting hotter as the hair started to spread over his shoulder, merging with his pits and chest. The stink of sweat pouring from one area to the next. Trent stood in the middle of his room, thinking hard. "Wot did I-wait! T-THOSE truckers blokes!" He froze, the flash of the front door of the bar appeared in his head. It was red, the smell of cigar smoke and the heavy thrash of rock music and rowdy bears drinking. Drool dripped from Trents mouth before his phone snapped him out of it.

He grabbed it without thinking, and immediately regretted it when his mate that got him home answered. "Bro? You sound terrible man...like a fu#kin’ red neck or something man"

"Yer I jus' err, ain't feeling r'ght.. and got dis damn hangova’ is all" Trent tried to say as casually as he could, but the words fumbled in his mouth. He concentrated, finding a final surge of willpower and gripped the phone. He could do this. He thought to himself. "Y-Yer bro, I'm good ya know, just headache, a-an im gonna be out all -BURRRRRP-day. Can't be bothered dude" Trent paused, had he fooled him? His mate seemed to wait forever before finally shouting "Damn bro, well ya can keep ya stench ass home the. Catch ya down the clubs later then bro! PEACE!" Before the phone went dead in Trents hand. He gulped hard and felt his throat shift and thicken inside his neck. Somehow he knew that was the last time he'd speak like his old self for a while, as another much louder belch forced its way out. "BURRRRAAPPPPPPPDARN IT! W-Wot's I gon' do now? I only got's a few hours before dem kids-I mean-bros come by.." He barely noticed his voice slipping, it felt more natural by the second as a thick beard was starting to join over his lips and hang over his chest. Only muffling his words further.

Trent looked himself up and down, quickly taking stock of his situation. His socks had burst open, huge hairy feet several sizes larger than before poked out the torn gaps. Likewise his shorts, soaked in musk and torn to pieces, were a tattered mess back on the bathroom floor. His muscle shirt was still hanging on, but just barely. Even it, designed for working out in, could only soak up so much sweat as it began to hang limply and wet off his thick, hairy arms, slapping around like a wet towel. The hairs on his chest and shoulders threatened to grow over the vests thin shoulder straps entirely. His back was wet, properly wet, his pits were dripping and his balls were radiating so much heat his legs were getting sweaty from them alone.

Trent looked out the window. Still raining. He thought of the bar, the truckers and how he'd screamed at them drunk. He knew what he had to do. He took a slow step towards his clothes draws. Leaving wet foot prints of his musky feet behind. "Gota' be summit dis fella can wear'.

He pulled one draw open, now having to lean quite alot to move his thick arms and head around his now massive gut to see. Even then his legs and biceps were starting to rub together now. Changing his stance bit by bit. Thick hairs growing to fill the new sweaty, damp spaces.

"B-but wot the fu-?!" Trent yanked out his old clothes. But they weren't HIS old clothes. They were vests, wife beaters, sorts shorts and jeans. Leather vests and even a set of boots that were way too big for...."Oh-" He sighed as he put his massive foot down next to the clown sized leather boot. They looked like they’d fit him after all. "Maybe aint' THAT big" he tried to reason with himself as he had no choice but to pull on the disgusting clothes.

The shirt was just a bit too small for him by the time he got it on. It had stains, and the vest material was just thin enough to see his hairy chest though, most poked over the top like some cheap Italian car dealer. He tried to find a shirt that would look ok, but eventually went for just a leather vest. He was so warm, he couldn't bare putting on any more layers than he had too. Next were shorts. It turned out to be the hardest part to get on. His gut was getting bigger, and his arms thicker, he could barely reach the button as he sucked in as hard as he could and hooked it in. "BURRRRRRRRAAAP" "FRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTT" The pressure released as a long belch and fart as he stood proud. "D-done...finally, ain't gonna fit dem college kids clothes no more cuz" before without thinking, he chewed and spat on his carpet. The thick black stain sinking in as he stepped over it towards the door. "I got's me a trucker to beat on" as he clapped his fists together. In Trents head. They'd been the ones to do this to him, and he was going to make them 'undo it' to him.

Several people looked at him as he walked down the road. Some in disgust, other bears like him seemed to leer as he passed. "Weirdos..." he muttered in his deepening trucker voice. As he walked, his steps wider, slower, heavier in his thick boots. His vest slowly began to ride up his growing gut, showing patches of sweat gathering under his arms, over his shoulders, under his belly…

By the time he finally arrived, he’d developed a full and thick beard, his head of hair however was nearly bald, his huge gut was hanging off him like a beer keg, forcing him to lean back slightly. He stank, like really he stank. More toilet than gym, his sweat hung from him like the matted hair growing over his entire body. It was like a warm blanket. A wet, stinky, warm blanket. Then, he saw it. The Red door. He could straight through into the smoky bar. The truckers and other drunk pub go'ers were standing inside. Drinking, smoking cigars, laughing louding and slapping each others bellies. As Trent approached, ready to break some skulls and get some answers...he paused. His steps slowed. He felt his anger slipping away from him, his clenched fists let go and by the time he reached the spot where he’d stood just last night. He came to a complete stop.

"Ya'll ok buddy?" A large bear with bright amber eyes approached. "Ya lost boy?" Boy? Trents mind snapped back to reality. Now his whole vision as this man. This MAN. He was taller than him. thicker, in muscle and fat, hairier, he looked- Trents thoughts paused...he looked he looks perfect. "Wait wots happenin?" Trent shook the thoughts out his head as the large Trucker put a heavy hand on his shoulder. "Can I ge' you a drink boy, ya'll look like ye' needs one" Before Trent could respond, he felt the mans thick arms wrap around him, his head forced into the man's own sweaty pecs and wet chest fur as he was litterilly CARRIED inside to the bar.

"Now wait jus' BURRRRP- a sec!" Trent tried to protest but was placed on a stall by the truckers bar and quickly found a large beer in front of him. The massive guy released Trent from his grip and took his own large beer in his own, larger hand. "So son, I'm Gaz, What's a young guy like ya' doin' ere? Got a rig I guess" Taking a long swing from the beer, leaving a thick foam in his beard. Trent steadied himself, his gut was now making it harder to move. His arms now rested at angles, his whole body was alien to him. He looked up at Gaz "I came to-BUUURP- came to errr… get back something-um….-BURRRRP- don't remember…." His voice trailed off. The hangover was back. His thoughts were getting foggy. Just looking at this huge trucker seemed to make his head…fuzzy?

He grabbed the beer instinctively and began to down it. His mind cleared slightly. "I wos ere' yesterday, I needed errr....help...I think...." Trent pleaded best he could. But Gaz just smirked. "Oh I bet I know, you probably left ya truck ere' and wondered off drunk ay? Atta boy, lets go see if can't find it" Almost as if being led on an invisible leash. Trent downed the last of his beer and quickly followed the lumbering hog outside. He could see other truckers and bears eyeing him. He could smell them too. Like a musky ripe pit. Like his truck. God he missed it.

He stumbled forwards over the door and slapped his beard into the wet belly of another sweaty bear. It was the trucker he'd sworn at yesterday. But neither of them regnoised each other. As Trent peeled himself off the guy. He could taste him. It was rank. Like sweaty ass and unwashed ripe gym socks. And Trent was in love…He looked up at the guy. His dick already hard as his drool joined with the guys chest hair. "S-sorry there Boss" He automatically blurted out as Gaz pulled him aside, fist bumping the Driver from last night. "This is Hog. Well, names proper is Brandy, but we all jus' call him Hog"

Brandy, or Hog the Driver, looked down at Trent. Who was suddenly feeling very small beside Gaz and Hog. "Nice to meet ya Pig. Don't I know ya from somewhere boy?" Hog said, leaning in. Trent could only huff the fumes coming off Hog. It was like he was supposed to be buried under his belly, licking his pits. It was Trents place he somehow thought. Hog meanwhile, thought that this cute pig looked just a bit like that arrogant drunk Jock that had a go at him here last night but... it couldn't be. While this strange imprinting was taking place between Hog and Trent. Gaz reached into Trets leather vest pocket and pulled out some large keys. "Ya'll a thick pig, got ya keys in ya damned vest pig" and Trent looked up at them, dangling in Gaz's filthy thick mitts. Hanging from a chain on the keys were the steel joined together letters, PIG.

Trent gulped. 'Was that him? Was HE....PIG? But...Pig was Trent. I mean, Trent was Trent.' He shook his head, again the thoughts were heavy and thick inside his head. Like he couldn't hold onto them for very long before it began to ache. Gaz smirked. "Better take ya boy Hog, looks like he needs ya" and before Trent knew what was happening he'd been shoved head first into Hogs wet forest of stank. He was led, blind as he breathed it in. His mind getting to know his master. Hog was all he needed now. He knew that was why he came. To find this...warm, stinky, place.

"Boy! - BURRRRAAAAAAPPPPPPPP-" A belch so loud his ears shook was directed straight at his face as Hog threw him back into reality. "Look, It's OUR truck PIG" Pig looked up. Gaz was holding the keys out, but as he went to grab them Hog took them from above him. "This this is daddy hogs don' chu pig?" Trent the Pig looked down, then sniffed his pit. His beard was rank too now. It only stank of Hog. That's all he could smell. He nodded at Gaz and Hog just in time to hear a glass bottle come spinning over their heads.

"OI YA SKANKS!" Someone young from the college shouted out at the group of them stood outside the truckers bar. It looked like a load of sports nuts. One looked familiar but, was it a mate he knew? Hog held his pig tight. "I got cha Pig. Fu#k those jocks. They don't know what they're missing ay boy?" as he felt himself starting to need a piss, a wank, and food. A real hog had a lot to teach his new pig. 

Pig smiled through his beard as Hog climbed into his truck. Gaz smiled and helped Pig to climb. His hands were thick and slippery with sweat. Plus his gut meant he could barely climb at all.

"God ya nasty! You damn scum bags!" a few more voices shouted out from the passing drunk jocks as Pig watched Gaz close the door behind him, sealing him with his daddy into the truck forever. It was ripe inside. It smelt like Hog. He leaned over. "So wher’ we goin boss?"

Hog slammed the rig into gear as he looked out and waved at Gaz who grinned back. "Well pig...your first job aint ta think...-BURRRRRAAAP- now get down on dat" He yanked down his yellow boxers to reveal a thick, meaty cock and huge balls. Both with heavy weights attached making them swing around as the truck shook. His rod bounced and dripped with sweat and pre cum. "Get ta it pig" and Pig leapt forwards. Diving down onto his shaft under the steering wheel and licking with all his might. He had to serve this monster. It was his duty to his boss. He was home. He couldnt imagine being anywhere else than under his boss, wet with sweat, he blew his load into his own shorts as his vest ripped down the sides and his huge gut finally solidified into an orb of solid mass. He'd never touch his dick or reach his balls again. He’d never wash or go to college. His life was forever changed. He was a Pig. “He Oinked and grunted loudly  into Hogs gut and cock, hungrily sucking as the truck pulled out of town.

Gas smirked as it finally vanished from view. "That'll teach ya pig" he muttered proudly just as a jock threw a bottle that smashed in his direction. “Ya all nasty donkeys, the lot of you gay boys!” one of the bulkier

 jocks shouted. Gaz sighed. “No rest of the wicked ay”

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ZACS INNER PIG: GAZ THE GENIE

“I used to be in the fields but I was recently promoted to an office job 9-5. I wish I was a slobby pig” Zac from Patreon asks.

Gaz smirked back, thick arms crossed, green wispy smoke drifting up from his thick joint as he breathed. He cracked his knuckles. “Well mate ya seem pretty f@#kin sure about your inner pig, lets see how ya adjust to letting it loose” You felt the anticipation as the beefy thug stepped forwards and clicked his fingers, taking a long drag of smoke and blowing it into your face, you cough and try to shield your eyes so barely saw the swirls of smoke as it sank into your body until it finally disappeared…and you slowly uncovered your eyes.

Gaz was gone. But the smokes effects were immediate. Your stomach ached, damp patches of sweat started to appear under your pits and on your back. You felt warm, like the heating had been turned up. You take deep breaths to steady yourself, it was starting. A voice in your head started to get louder, thoughts that seemed to bubble up from some unknown part of your head. “I can’t wait, so much is coming your way buddy” Almost to prove its point, you felt your gut twist under your shirt as it began to expand, your ass slipped out f@rts without control while you stagged to rebalance with the new fat that piled on. “Oh I think we ate more than that” Your inner voice joked, your arm acting on its own as you slapped your belly. It rumbled and started to grow all over again, only this time you felt your legs press together, your fingers started to rub, you stepped back to the bed for support just as your arms started to stick to your sides. “That’s more like it, damn, I didn’t think ya had it in ya!” Your inner pig laughed as your ears grew large and stuck outwards at right angles. Still very much human, but big and goofy looking as your belly sank down, your shirt now looking how it should do on a man who was 3 times too big for it. Comical.

You tried to speak, but your inner pig already knew “Na, pigs don’t speak!” and as you opened your moth all that came out was deep moan, almost guttural. “We’ll work on the oinking part ay, lets get you dressed” your body stepped forwards, confidently striding like a lumber jack to your pile of clothes. “Well you won’t be wearing these tiny things” as your massive hand grabbed a once well fitting shirt. “Lets fix that” your inner pig proclaimed as you watched the shirt change in your hand. It slowly turned into a huge white vest that you somehow managed to yank over your head and down to cover your massive gut. “Oh that’s way to clean, we don’t wash-you never have-not once” and in seconds the effects were seen. Your skin thickened, darkened with dirt, thick callouses on your hands, your vest became yellow, then brown with stains from eating. Next came your pits. You lifted one arm “Oh my F@#K that’s ripe. Least 20 years of sweat and man stink” Your nose was almost on fire, the sweat was dripping down your sides and running down the roll so fat. You felt your belly rumble again, it pushed up, past your chest. “BURRRRAPPPPPPP-Oink” You burped louder than youd ever heard, followed by a perfect man oink. “There ya go, you’re a natural” You started to look for a phone, your eyes darting around until you saw it, laying on your bed. “Ah buddy, your phone? Pigs don’t know what a phone is, dumb a#s, let alone how to use one. That’s why I’m in charge now” The voice was strong, and powerful. You weren’t sure what it was you even wanted, you knew it was to get help, but as your eyes searched the bed, all you saw was bedding and some small black boxes, whatever they were. A tv remote? Was that it? And the other one? Your mind was blank.

“Lets get you some food, we have a lot of work to do, glad you got me out when you did. I hated that office job. But Ill get us back where we belong” he strode forwards in your body, your inner pig was now you. What he said was fact, it always had been, he was you after all. It wasn’t long before you were kicked from work, you stopped showing up, next you were evicted, your neighbor’s complained about the smell, but all was well, you managed to hitchhike to farms and took up a job. You had a real way with the pigs, even if people joked you were more of a pig than they were. “This is gonna be awesome, you’ll not be a pig, wer’re gonna go the next step! I’m gonna make you a hog!”

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I've got a few questions I'd like to ask but I'll start with one. When did you realize you loved being a stinking pig? Surely you weren't born such a hog 😏

Pretty much actually bruv. Even before I started gaining I thought man stink was such a fukin turn on. But now Im carrying a gut around it deffo helps make me a sweaty hog. My master also enjoys making me cum in my briefs and wear them all day. When I get home and find sweat patches around my belly and pits I couldn't be a happier hog. Oink oink 🐷 so yeah....im a nasty hog all through and though innit.

Great question pig

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When are we going to see you take on a real blue collar job and become the loser you are meant to be 24/7?

I actually have considered it bruv. While at uni I'll need some extra cash in summer. So probably gonna get a bin man job or summit. Get stinky and really drop down into the scum I am mate.

Beer for the gut and stink for me haha. Sounds like a proper gud time to me fam! Awesome ask. ;) made me hard just thinking about being packed etween two huge bears in high vis in a hot sweaty cab next summer.

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@mainblogy gone and done me an awesome bit of pig chav art n had to share with ya

Can't thank ya enough mate

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GROWING PIG!

Fuckin amazing 🐷 Cant believe ya all enjoy me gaining so much. Used to get comments on my abs, now I get poked and told I'm a porker. And its so awesome knowing ya watching me grow bigger and bigger. Sharing and leaking comment ❤ suddenly makes sense that I've been blowing up. I dont think I can stop now till I've made ya all happy and I'm a ball of sweat and ball gut. Fuckin mooing and oinking the whole way!

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Tell about Master’s plans to turn you into a blubbery, smelly, gassy hog of a chav? I’m sure we could all use tips from your Master on how to take a jock and blow him up into a slob like you, in case the opportunity arises…

Well started on here mate. Then found a guy that does hypnosis and offered to help. Grew into a master sub relationship and he helps me wanna gain, keep eating, bein dumb and that.

On the gainer side....cream.

Heavy cream + milk + milkshake mix flavour you like

And watch those pounds pile onto ya gut bro. Being a slob is just who I am. I'm nasty geez. He has some triggers to make me oink and that. But mainly you guys all pushing me to become a fat slob does that. No wonder I am such a fucking pig really haha

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The dirtiest of bulks

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PHOTODUMP CAPTIONS

Oi oi! Heres another Caption Photodump for ya lads, straight from patreon!

And opening AMA (Ask Me Anything) comments on tumblur and patreon, so messages and ask away bros! I promise to answer whatever you ask innit

Enjoy!

DIRTY BOY

Kane thought asking for his wish to get hold of his mates extra stinky shoes would be awesome. But after an hour of having older and older shoes of his mates taped to his face he wasnt so sure. Soon his mate was laughing and pulling out old work boots and gym socks he'd never washed. "Mate you wanted this fam! I heard ya wish bro!"

After a full hour later Kane was drooling and licking dumbly for anything that his mate had ever worn. A real trainer pig. Just like he wished innit.

HICK BY NATURE

Poor Andrew was a clean cut office worker, until he wished to have a taste of a real man's work. When he woke up, he knew he'd made a mistake.

His pits stank and before he even got to work he was so covered in mud and muck. He went into a mc donalds and only heard people point at this hick that looked like he'd come out a dumpster. When he spoke his voice was deep and has a southern American accent was coming in.

By the end of the day he had a truck, huge wife beater vest and a cap. His arms had developed thick tattoos like LEGEND written up his arm.

And gaz doesn't do wishes that aren't perment, so when he woke up a day later, then the next day in his truck, unable to remember his old name or life. He knew he'd messed up. He better get a job as a trucker ASAP. It was all he was good for now.

COLLARED

"Na mate, no more talking" as the collar was slapped around his neck. His clothes had long been torn off him. " B-but I just wished to be pup i don't like all this leather-" "SHUT THE FU#K UP!" The bloke spat in his face as he tightened the collar and sttatched nipple clamps.

"WOOF!" His eyes widened. He tried to speak again as a thick lock was snapped into place around his neck. "WOOF WOOF!" He wined as the chain was yanked and he was pulled to his knees. His dixk swaying under him. "Mate....your gonna be a fun lad to break in"

CONFIDENCE

This guy was a twink when he walked in, said to gaz that he was a bit shy and wanted a confidence boost. We shoved a cigar in his mouth and sent him on his way.

Wasn't long before he felt his scalp getting itchy, finding all his hair falling out as he smoked the cigar. Finding he wasnt able to stop.

Soon his skin burned as he inflated into a tight muscle cub and soon he grew past it into the beast you see before you. His shirt became a thick leather copy as his jeans and boots did the same. He found his was to a bar and ended up taking home a number a bears who he was in charge of as their alpha. He really was confident now.

TRAPPED

His muffled screams faded away as the huge cock pressed against his insides. He wrapped around the legs and moments later all that was left was a stinking, stained pair of once white pants. The lad scratched his balls through the cloth and laughed. "Bro you shouldn't wish for s#it ya can't hack. Ya said ya wanted to touch my dick, now that's all ya gonna be doing yall"

TOO BIG

"It won't stop!" Mark shouted as his belly kept growing larger. It was like he was being inflated. His broa jumped to his sides to help but soon the gym had emptied as he laid back onto the floor. His belly only growing larger and starting to overflow over his sides, chest and legs. Pinning him to the floor as he kept expanding.

"DUDE?! What the shit did you wish for?!" Marks workout buddy shouted as he tried to hold the huge gut off marks face. "I-I said i wanted to be too big to move, I wanted to be muscle bound...not this-not" then his fat blew outwards again, it pinned his neck and head down and he watched as his mate tried to move away....he failed.

He was soon pinned as well and the two were able to chat about his major mistake as the blubber continued to grow, neither of them would likely ever get out.

MY PUP

"You wanna say that again?" The huge bear shouted down as you laid on the floor, naked. You tried to speak but all that came out was a meek woof. "Yeah boy, thats the right answer...." he grabbed your face and pushed you to the floor. Forcing you to smell his feet and boots and fumbled with your ass. You felt something cold and wide press against your ass hole.

"All pups need a tail. And yours is gonna be the biggest my lil'pup"

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IM BACK!

Hey all it's been a little while sorry for the delay I've had some issues getting back into university and sorting out the actual funding for everything. But I'm now back in action and gaining again I've already managed to put on 5 pounds this week!

Oink!

For those of you that are wondering yes I do have some finished stories ready to go up I will be doing some gainer content and some live streams before I load them and then those online. Feeling like a proper fat a** today been stuffing myself or morning and wanna make sure that you guys know I'm serious so I've got some new pictures and content coming up today to show you how I'm looking.

F*** though being this fat is hard and it's been really tricky having to gain and sort out new clothes. lots of boxers don't fit no more. And honestly I can't wait to get even bigger and outgrow even more clothes so here's some more pictures for you and I hope you can all forgive me for my few weeks away.

Make me a fucking huge chav pig by supporting me

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Horny pills

Dave and Marty, two thirty-year-old gay men, lounged on the couch in their living room, scrolling through their phones. They had recently purchased some transformation pills that promised to make them irresistibly horny. After a few minutes of browsing, they stumbled upon a dating site and decided to invite a third person to join them in their debauchery.

A few minutes later, a knock came to the door. Dave and Marty opened it to find a handsome stranger standing in front of them. He introduced himself as Alex and eagerly accepted their invitation to join them.

As they all settled in, Dave and Marty began to feel the effects of the transformation pills. They became increasingly aroused and noticed the first changes starting to take place. Their bodies were becoming larger and hairier, and they could feel their ears becoming longer and pointier.

Alex, noticing the changes, quickly popped a transformation pill of his own. The three men began to kiss and touch each other, their bodies becoming more and more hairy and muscular.

Dave and Marty couldn't believe what was happening. They had expected to become horny, but they never imagined they would transform into hairy boars. And yet, as they looked at each other, they couldn't deny the excitement building inside them.

Alex, now fully transformed, led the way to the bedroom. Dave and Marty followed, their bodies becoming more and more boar-like with every step.

In the bedroom, Alex climbed onto the bed and presented his ass to Dave and Marty. They eagerly took turns fucking him, their massive boar cocks filling him up. Alex moaned and writhed beneath them, his own transformation making him insatiably horny.

As they all reached their climax, Dave and Marty noticed something strange happening. Their cum seemed to be causing Alex to transform even further. Within minutes, he was fully transformed into a boar, just like them.

Exhausted but satisfied, the three boars lay down on the bed, their bodies entwined. They drifted off to sleep, unaware of the surprise that awaited them in the morning.

When they woke up, they were back in their human forms, but the desire to transform still burned inside them. They knew they would have to explore this new aspect of their sexuality further, and they couldn't wait to see what other surprises awaited them.

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Pig by the Blog TravisTheDemon

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You try to explain, tell him that this was a mistake, that you didn’t mean it, you were lost and only wanted to ask for the way back to town..

You tell him that if he lets you go you won’t tell anyone about what happened.

Instead he simply smiles and slowly lifts his arm. You already know what’s coming next. You try to run, but his smell reaches you before you get to take even a single step and instead you find yourself plunging straight back into his nasty armpit.

Unable to control yourself you start lapping at it with your tongue. You taste his salty bush of hair and that alone nearly brings you to an orgasm. You moan and push your nose even deeper inside his armpit as his pungent musk makes your head swim.

You’ve only just spent nearly an hour working it with your mouth, but it smells so rank you would have believed it if he said he hadn’t showered in weeks.

You can’t explain why but imagining just how ripe the rest of his body must be drives you wild. Suddenly, it’s the only thing you can think about and you want to explore it with your tongue, every raunchy nook and cranny on it.

Within seconds you are so far gone that it doesn’t even occur to you just how revolting you should be finding all of this. You have tried fighting him before and you know how it always ends. It is so much better to just do what he says.

He mentioned that if you behave well he will give you a special reward. Maybe he will let you go, or even better, let you clean up his other armpit. Oh fuck, that is exactly what you want right now.

You start lapping at it even more eagerly than before and it doesn’t go unnoticed. He lets out a low, rumbling moan and pushes your head further underneath his arm.

You can feel him hastily undoing your belt but you can’t bring yourself to do anything about it and a moment later your pants drop to the ground. He grabs your exposed hard on and gives it a few firm jerks that send jolts of pleasure across your entire body.

You feel something pressing against your cock. It’s big and hot and only when he seizes both of them within his huge, furry hand you realize that it’s his own fuckstick sandwiched against yours.

He starts working them together and with each stroke your body spasms uncontrollably. You hear his panting, feel his breath against your neck and you know that he’s about to cum soon, but so are you.

His leaking out precum coats your cock as it becomes almost unbearably sensitive. Even with your face inside his armpit you can smell it, his pre, the musk coming off his crotch. The thought of having your own tool coated with all of that is too much.

Your cock begins to shoot and your mind goes perfectly blank for a moment. It suddenly feels so good you nearly collapse to your knees, unable to make even the faintest sound. He on the other hand lets out a roar that must be heard for miles as his hot seed erupts all over your body.

Your cock is still oozing with cum when something changes. Before you know it, it’s as if the spell he cast on you is broken and you are yourself once again.

A wave of disgust washes over you and you want to puke, feeling his stray armpit hair sticking to your tongue, but you know that you don’t have time for that.

You have to run, but instead discover that he’s holding you firmly against his chest. It’s only one arm but for some reason you feel so incredibly weak you find it impossible to pull away.

“No… please…” is all you manage to pant out when you hear his chuckle.

You see his hand moving towards your face, his furry, meaty fingers are coated with a thick mixture of his and your cum.

You desperately try to close your mouth and turn your head away but you are already starting to lose control. Despite your efforts his two fingers pass your lips and brush against your tongue.

It takes you a full moment to register just what exactly is happening, that smell, the taste. It’s a thousand times more intense than within his armpit. You feel your already softening cock suddenly twitch and shoot out uncontrollably. Then do it again when you close your mouth and lick off the rest of the cum off his fingers, the sensations becoming so strong they knock you out instantly.

****

You wake up laying on the couch inside his house. You don’t recognize any of the clothes you have on, they must belong to him too. They are completely yellow with sweat and dried up cum, but you find that for some reason it doesn’t bother you in the slightest.

You have no idea how much time had passed since the day you met him but there is a full, five o’clock shadow on your face now. The rest of your body looks much hairier than it’s supposed to as well. You see hair sticking out from under your collar, thickly covering your arms and have no idea how it got there.

You try to stand up but with an exception of your arm, your body refuses to move. It on the other hand simply can’t stop as it swiftly moves up and down your engorged cock.

It has changed too. It might not be longer but it’s definitely much thicker, barely fitting within your hand anymore.

You notice that your entire crotch and chest are coated with sticky, slowly drying cum. There is so much of it, it couldn’t have been a single load. How long have you been doing this for?

Something feels strange between your legs. You manage to let go of your cock for a moment and use the opportunity to dive your hand into the crusty, soiled briefs he gave you.

You can’t believe it. Your ballsack, it’s so fucking huge. Like a ripe grapefruit or maybe even bigger. In disbelief you give it a squeeze, wanting to confirm it’s actually real, but don’t realize how big of a mistake it is until it’s too late.

As if by the push of a button your whole body arches up and your cock erupts with cum. You are too dumbfounded by what’s happening to even react when the wave of pleasure washes over you and you feel your seed splattering onto your face and chest.

You desperately try to hold on, feeling yourself drifting away, not knowing when will be the next time you wake up from this strange stupor. But it’s useless, within moments you are completely gone.

****

A loud knock on the door gets your attention. This is the first time he’s had any visitors since you can remember and he looks equally surprised by the fact when he tells you to stay put and crams a foul smelling jockstrap inside your mouth.

Earlier its stench would have been enough to knock you out instantly but it doesn’t have as much of an effect on you anymore. You have grown much more accustomed to it. It still makes it difficult for you to think, difficult to tell what’s wrong and what’s right. Like whether you’re supposed to have this huge, hairy gut or specks of grey in your beard but thankfully your big bro had been teaching you how to make sense out of everything and cope with it.

When the door opens somehow your first instinct is to scream for help, to warn whoever it might be that he’s in danger but you know better than to act on it, your big bro had taught you better than that. You are not supposed to trust those kind of thoughts.

Even though you could have sworn you recognized the visitor’s voice you are going to stay put just like he told you to.

The man talks about someone who went missing around here recently and for some reason the whole story really upsets you. You don’t exactly know why but your head hurts really badly the more you think about it.

Eventually it grows so painful you barely manage to stop yourself from screaming but before it comes to that the touch of your big brother calms you down. He tells you that the man is gone and everything is fine now.

He slowly guides your head down to his crotch and says that this is your reward for laying low like he asked. And as always he knows exactly how to make you forget about your worries, by the time you swallow up his load it’s as if you never felt disconcerted in the slightest.

When you get up he kisses you deeply and tells you that he thinks he knows why the man looking for his friend got you so worked up.

You must have imagined how difficult it would have been if you were alone like him, without your big brother to help you out whenever you got confused. Immediately you know that he is right, it would have been so terrible you don’t ever want to think about it again.

He says that the two of you have to help him out, show him that he doesn’t have to be alone anymore and you agree.

Smiling he picks up the phone and dials the number the man left for him in case he remembered anything new.

“Can you come back? I think my brother might know something about this guy you are looking for.”

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"Fuck dude somethings happening!"

"What's up man- holy shit you're sweating like crazy! Rod! Don't tell me they got you!"

"Fuck man! I think they did Mike. Gah, I didn't think that load would tag me fuck!"

"Okay no worries man, we just gotta -sniff- Fuck man-!"

"Don't get too close, fuck I'm dripping bad mpfff!"

Mike tries scrambling around the room to find an exit. But the smell is too great. The musk emitting from rod progressively fills the room. Causing Mike to huddle into a nearby corner as he watches his friend turn.

"Fuck no man -cough, cough- try to fight it." Mike attempts to cover his face with his this shirt. Feeling as the musk creeps around him. Almost like it's alive.

"Fuck Mike I'm sorry I... mmm I can't resist fuck. Ah fuck FUCK!" Rodney slowly feels his body rumble and grow. Helpless to his back widening. The muscle across his back, to the rest of his body developing. At the same time body hair rapidly created patches on those muscles. All while the musk continued to flow around him like a living maelstrom.

"Sooooo musky, so horny...arg. Mike! I-I'm sorry I gotta whiff it! Aaah -sniff-!" Rod fully gives in, feeling the living cloud fill his nostrils. Each huff made him further fall into the lust. While taking in more and more of the musk circling the room. Letting it flow into. But he didn't care, rather he couldn't. Then again why would he, when you get a stink as good as this. Being able to turn him into the beast he's slowly becoming.

Rod reveled in the last few huff, raving, panting, drooling like a mad man. Before feeling the last few puffs invade his mind before collapsing.

Mike opened his eyes to see his beast of a friend hunched over. He slowky walks over getting closer look seeing the musk still emit from his hairy sweat soaked body. With the remnants of his clothes still clinging to his large hairy muscles. His shirt ripped like an animal attacked him. His shoes, busted, showing off his large toes. Even ripped through the sock. Letting out more faint musk. And last, his pants. Trying to contain the constantly leaking monster. Shooting through what's left of his underwear poking out from the top of his sweats.

Mike was shocked to watch it throb and jump even though it still stuck inside them. But the size was unbelievable. He could slightly catch a glimpse of the shaft sticking out. Seeing its girthiness and vascularity live. Almost like it was alive.

Mike knew this is how most infected looked, how all of them actually looked. But he couldn't help but feel that Rod was still in there. Or maybe that was the musk talking, he did feel light headed. But he had to know. Rod still tried to reach out, he could be in there.

Without trying to touch him Mike grabbed something to prod at his body. Using a small stick to try get something out of him. All why he called out: "Rod! Rod!" No answer. He got a bit riskier using the tips of fingers to shake him further. While making to cover his face.

"Fuck you stink!" He murmurs as he shakes him. This time however, his friends head slight moves. Shifting slowly from side to side like he was waking up. Rod began to look around mumbling. Flinging mucus and spit from his face; until he saw Mike, and Mike saw him.

They looked at each other. For a brief second. Until Mike asked him: "R-Rod are you alright man. How do ya feel?" He says timidly.

Rod stares deeply into Mike's eyes. Almost unaware but a thought comes to mind. "Yeah man hehe I feel great, you said I stunk hehe. Why...don't you get a whiff!" He says as he grabs Mike's face and pulls it into his pits.

Mike is shocked. Immediately trying to react and pull back. But thanks to Rods new muscle and strength. He's pulled right onto Rods and pulled deeper into his pits. Rod is practically cuddling him into his pits as he chuckles feeling Mike trying to break free.

"Cmon man get a big whiff of my pits brother. Hehe here lemme help ya, urgh!" Rod focuses his mind onto his pits. Feeling a surge rush deep into his underarm. Before blasting a wave of musk into his friends face.

Mike is left breathing in the cloud of musk. Feeling it tingle as his nose, and mouth are flooded by the living cloud. Instantly his mind goes blank, and his face is drooling. Mike still having a semblance of sense. Looks around his friends body, and back to his pit. Before finding himself get to huffing himself. His cock was immediately to the sensation of his friends musk. Feeling every part of his body tingle. Finding himself even grind against his friends leg.

"Hehe fuck you like that bud. -Huff- I know I do. How do I smell now bro."

Mike rises up from the pit. Showing off a small beard sprouting from his face. Surprising him, yet watching it still continuing to grow.

"Stinky, you smell so stinky bro. You got my fucking dong wired."

"Goooood, nice stink beard bro!"

"Mmm feeling it grow, and I can feel yer stink."

"Well come get more of it bro. Gotta get as much if this shit as possible. All this musk its, it's beautiful." He says lifting his pits, letting his pits puff out.

Mike allows the corruption take over. By stripping down fully nude. Watching his friend strip, Rod rips off the remainder of his clothes like a beast. Finally letting his new body breath. Especially letting his new cock and balls free. Watching as it sprung flinging onto Mike's cock and stomach.

The shot instantly seeped into Mike's shaft, like lotion. Feeling flowing into cockhole. Prompting to fall back down onto Rods body. Slowly he started to grind his hips on Rods massive bush as Rod watched him slowly lose himself to the lust. Helping his friend and himself further delve deeper he slightly moves his cock next his friends now on his stomach. This time both their cocks were frotting together. Letting his infectious pre further flow deep into Mike's cockhole as he hugged him with his musky body.

The feeling made Mike and Rod moan almost simultaneously practically gooning from the corruption churning from within. Rodney from how strong the virus felt in him, and Mike from his body slowly succumbing to it. Feeling his balls swelling. Gladly welcoming it by continuing to grind harder, and now spurting pre.

Rod pulled his bud closer to his face. In a deep voice he breathed: "I'm gonna make you sticky, I'm gonna make you musky bro."

"Shit man do whatever, cause right now I don't want this to stop."

They look st each other before Rod kisses him mixing their musky breathes. Each sealing the deal. Going on to musk up one another, and Rod pinning Mike on his back frotting harder.

Mike feeling his body turning and rumbling just by being smother by him. But that's fine, cause all he could think while mumbling.

"Fucking stinky -sniffs, huffs- aaaaaaaaah!"

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Mutt

(A requested story)

Jackson was excited to have his own apartment. He’d grown up in a small family home with seven siblings. As much as he loved his family he longed for his own space, his own freedom. How could he bring girls home when he shared a room with his younger brothers? Plus it would get awkward introducing his revolving door of women. When he found the apartment it seemed too good to be true. It was in the middle of the city, was low rent, and frankly looked amazing. All of the apartments had become available to rent. When he was moving in, he noticed several others moving in at the same time. All young jock types much like Jackson. It was a bit odd. Jackson was hauling his last box up the stairs of the complex to his apartment when he was greeted by his landlord. The man was tall and burly. He was a real stocky Daddy type. A thick beard adorned his face with specks of grey and a firm gut pressed against his shirt. Jackson thought it was disgusting how fat the man was. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He said, his voice carrying natural authority. Behind the man’s apartment door, Jackson could hear barking and whining. The smell of wet dog seeping through the door. The slightest look of disgust crept onto Jackson’s face. He hated dogs. They were filthy and disgusting animals, why anyone would want one as a pet was beyond him. They were loud and you had to pick up their poop. Why would anyone in their right mind want one? Jackson was a very clean guy so why would he put up with some dirty mutt? As if on queue, a dog slipped out of the landlords apartment and ran towards Jackson. The dog had slobber dripping from its face and mud was caked to its fur. It’s jumped up at Jackson and started slobbering over his face. “Get this fucking mutt off me!” Jackson screamed at his landlord who was just chuckling. The man whipped out his phone and pointed it at Jackson now the dog had jumped into his arms. “Smile!” The man said. Something about his voice made Jackson obey, even though he wanted to be as far away from the animal as possible. He smiled and one the man put the phone down only then could Jackson drop the act and retreat into his apartment.

“Filthy fucking animal!” Jackson muttered to himself as he started opening the boxes strewn around the room. Unpacking boxes, Jackson’s apartment started to feel a lot more like his own. He started with the kitchen, then the living room, then the bathroom. However, once he got to the boxes with his clothes he realised there must have been some sort of mistake. All of his shirts, tees and hoodies were missing, or more so replaced. They all had weird phrases and images printed on them. Phrases like “PUP” and “Sun Puppy” and “Good Boy”. It was all a bit freaky to him. But with no other options, he’d have to start wearing them.

As he slept in his new bed, Jackson felt itchy. He’d scratch as he’d toss and turn. Earlier he’d been finding stray dog hairs around his apartment. The landlord must have let his dogs loose on the property before which frustrated him. He didn’t want some dirty dogs messing up his home before he’d even moved in. As he slept he scratched at his face, his arms, his legs. Even behind his ears which helped him relax as he slept. Once he woke up his skin felt bristly. He’d always been a very smooth bodied guy. He only had light fuzz on his arms and legs but now they were stubbly. Especially his torso. It looked like a five o’clock shadow across most of his skin.

Either way, Jackson knew he still looked hot and wasn’t going to let a bit of hair stop him. Some girls loved a man who had body hair so he just saw it as expanding his market. Although he also felt slightly bloated, he tried to go to the toilet but it just felt wrong. The seat was uncomfortable and he couldn’t go. Without much choice for clothes, Jackson opted for one of the less graphic tees and a pair of shorts. He needed to grab some groceries before he went on a run to get to know the area. As he was shopping he got some weird looks but even stranger found himself almost growling when anyone would stare too long. It was almost like something was stuck in his throat. As he was checking out he noticed his face in the mirror. The hair on his body must have been growing quicker than he thought. Where yesterday he’d had a smooth face, he now sported facial hair around his neck and creeping up his cheeks. Normally he’d have been disgusted by it, reminding him of the rough locals back in his small rural town. But for some reason he liked the looks. It made him feel… good.

As he left his apartment for his run later that morning, Jackson bumped into his landlord again. He had a multitude of leads extending from his hands with several dogs attached. All different breeds and sizes. “Good morning, going for a run?” The man said and Jackson begrudgingly entertained the conversation. He wanted to be as far from the weird landlord and his filthy mutts as possible. “Yeah.” Jackson stated bluntly. “My dogs love a good run so I’m not surprised, make sure you take these with you, you might need them.” The man shoved a fist full of doggy bags into Jackson’s hand. Fucking doggy bags. Why the fuck would he need them. “That’s a good boy.” This statement caused a wave of pleasure to creep across Jackson as a smile cracked into his face. He didn’t like his landlord but he wanted to hear him say it again. Before Jackson could speak the man and his dogs were gone. As he made his way past the other apartments, Jackson couldn’t help but notice they were all quiet, oddly quiet. Some even had their doors ajar. In one he peeked in to see cushions ripped up and what looked like piss on the floor. Disgusting, one of the landlords dogs must have gotten in. He thought it weird but decided to continue outside.

The park adjacent to the apartment complex was huge. Large open spaces, lots of trees and even a runners path. There were hardly any people out, just lots of dog walkers. There was even a huge dog park near the entrance. He could see his landlord letting his dogs loose as they ran around, sniffed each other’s butts and some were even fucking. Jackson turned away thinking it was gross. The landlord gave him a wave and for a moment Jackson wanted to walk over, run even. But he didn’t. He started his run with his music blaring in his ears. He felt good, hot even. How could any girl resist a handsome jock like him. He even passed a petite blonde girl walking her dog and gave her a smirk. But as he jogged on, Jackson felt his stomach rumbling. His guts felt like they were churning. He had to slow down to a jog because it became uncomfortable. His bladder also started feeling like it was about to burst. He needed a toilet, but there seemed to be none around the park. Now desperate Jackson was looking for somewhere to relieve himself. He saw what looked like a small shack for maintenance and ran towards it. He was clenching his crotch in one hand and his ass in the other. He was about to burst. Sweat we pouring down his forehead as he looked around. The coast was clear. He hated that he had to do it outside like some mutt. He squat and pulled down his shorts. As soon as his ass was out it was as if his intestines were pouring out of him. Relief ran across his face as he shit on the floor. He couldn’t help it, he even found himself starting to get hard. Just as he was done he felt almost euphoric. It was then that his landlord started to pass in front of him with his parade of dogs. They lumbered up to his face and started sniffing him, one even going for his butt. The landlord chuckled, “told you you’d need a doggy bag, might even need a few.” The man laughed and walked on. Jackson’s face flushed red as he slowly got up and pulled his shorts back on. The fuck was wrong with him?! As he ran home his tongue idly slipped out his mouth and bounced as he ran, panting the whole way.

Back at his apartment Jackson could help but feel dirty, unclean even. He’d just gone to the toilet in the park and it was like a switch went off in his mind. He couldn’t use the toilet even if he wanted. If he needed to pee he knew from now on he’d only be able to go outside. He felt disgusted as he put the doggy bags full of shit into the trash can outside the apartment. This time as he made his way to his door, he noticed even more apartments with doors left open and in similar states. From outside his landlords door it seemed there was even more barking as the dogs sounded like they were going wild. Once back in his apartment Jackson felt uncomfortable in his clothes. They felt restricting and unbearably itchy. He sat down and started taking off his shoes when the smell of sweaty trainers hit him by surprise. The rotten smell was almost enticing as he lifted the shoe up to his nose and gave a deep sniff. What the fuck was wrong with him. He loved it but knew he shouldn’t. He threw the shoe down in shock. He continued stripping his clothes starting with his socks. He was shocked when he saw his feet were covered in thick black hair. He looked like a hobbit. He then took off his shorts and shirt to see he was covered in the stuff. All matted and sweaty against his skin. Not only that, his stomach looked, bloated? Sitting down it bulged out and was resting in his lap. It was a solid gut. His abs were hidden under layers of thick warm fat. His hands groped and squeezed it but no matter how much he didn’t want to believe it, it was real. His jock body was gone. A roll of fat even creased under his soft pecs above his gut.

He needed help, and fast. What the hell was happening to him. He needed to find someone. They’d tell him what to do. Yeah! They’d tell him what to do. He’d do what they said. That would make him feel better. He didn’t know what to do on his own, he needed direction. Commands. To feel like a good boy. Jackson grew restless and started whining. Something was very wrong. He could t live on his own. He wanted his home. His master. Jackson knew these thoughts were wrong but it was starting to feel like it was all he’d ever known. In a panic he started pacing the room, his belly jiggling with every step. It felt wrong. Something was off. He shouldn’t be walking in two feet. Yeah that’s what was wrong, Jackson was a smart boy. He should be on all fours. He dropped to his hands and knees and started pacing the room. Wait no! His was a human, he walked on two feet didn’t he? He tried to get back up but standing up was making his back hurt. He crawled over to his phone to try and call someone. Anyone. He tapped at the screen but it was just bright colours and shapes to him now. He couldn’t understand it. Jackson shouted out which quickly made his fear worse.

WOOF! BARK! AROOOOO!

Where were his words? His human words? Humans have words. They speak with them don’t they? Why couldn’t he? Jackson kept barking in frustration trying his best to form and word he could but it was no use. He was so scared he started to piss himself. He didn’t know what to do. The puddle grew beneath him. Just when he thought he was completely helpless his front door opened. It was his landlord. In his hand was a leash and a collar. Jackson’s knew whatever this was, whatever was happening to him, it was because of that man. His landlord. His… master. As if on autopilot, Jackson bound towards the man, barking and slobbering. His tongue was now flopping out the corner of his mouth, dribble dripping on the floor. The man towered over him and Jackson felt his ass wiggling. Shaking back and forth. His non existent tail wagging away. “Sit.” Jackson’s ass plopped to the floor as he sat on his haunches. “Good boy.” There it was again, that feeling of pleasure washing over Jackson making his ass shake even more. “Roll over.” Jackson fell onto his back, legs in the air as the man bent down and started rubbing his belly. It felt so good. Jackson wiggled and whined in pleasure. Before he knew it, a collar was fastened around his neck.

With that the last apartment, other than the landlord’s, was vacant. No one knew what happened to Jackson or the other tenants. No one ever did. It was a cycle. Normally people would move in then out in a matter of days. Maybe onto bigger and better things, no one knew what. Except for Jackson himself. He was now a permanent resident living in his masters apartment. His master was kind and tried to explain things to him, but Jackson would just cock his head to the side whenever his master spoke human words he didn’t understand. To the world around him, everyone saw Jackson and the other man in Master’s apartment as dogs of all breeds. All boundy and energetic. Dirty mutts as Jackson used to call them, although now he was one himself. Master even took Jackson for a walk on his own in the park the other day and the hot blonde from before said what a cute boy he was as she stroked behind his ears. He even walked him with one of his friends and their ‘dog’ a couple times. To everyone Jackson was now Jax the cute husky.

Master’s apartment was full of dogs just like him. They all slept together on the floor of master’s room, sniffed each-others butts, fucked throughout the day, went on walks, used the park as their toilet and playground, ate kibble from the same bowl and drank from the same dish. Life was simple for Jax. If you could see him for what he was, not just a mutt, you’d see how hairy the once hairless man was. His pudgy gut from being well fed. How he was constantly sweaty and dirty. Constantly horny. Always naked. Just a brute of a sub for his master.

Tonight was a treat for Jax however. Tonight was his turn in bed with master. They’d fuck senseless as the other mutts slept and Jax would howl long into the night. Although he still needed training. He came before Master let him so he’d be in the cage for the next week as well as have his cock locked away. Jax still had a long way to go until he was his Master’s perfect good boy.

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Stupid Animals

Another day in this madhouse they call a college dorm. I can already hear the commotion outside my room, the unmistakable sounds of my roommate and his jock buddies, partying it up like there's no tomorrow. My head throbs with the remnants of last night's bass-heavy beats. I roll out of bed, my nerd senses tingling with frustration.

I storm into the common area, ready to confront my roommate, who's surrounded by a pack of gorillas... I mean, jocks. They're laughing and clinking their protein shake bottles together like some kind of tribal ritual. My blood boils with annoyance, and I can't help but let my words fly.

"What the hell, man? It's like living in a zoo in here!" I snap, my voice laced with irritation. "Can't you guys keep it down? Some of us are trying to study!"

My roommate, Chad, smirks at me, as if my words are some kind of joke. Typical. He’s never been the brightest.

“Do you not understand that you guys are intellectually inferior idiots?! Can you even understand me?!” I yell at the smelly group of men. “Shut the hell up! Some people are actually trying to get somewhere in life, you stupid animals!”

I storm out of the room, feeling slightly bad about my harsh words.

“Whatever you say, little bro” Chad chuckles vacantly as he turns up the stereo.

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The next morning, as I stumble into the kitchen, my bleary eyes are greeted by an absurd sight. A bunch of bananas sits innocently on the counter, with a note that reads, "For the Zookeeper." I roll my eyes, resisting the urge to crumple up the note and toss it away. I'm not falling for Chad's ridiculous attempts at humor.

But then, my stomach rumbles, reminding me that breakfast is long overdue. With a mixture of reluctance and hunger, I grab one of the bananas and take a bite. It's surprisingly satisfying, the sweet flavor mingling with my annoyance, creating a strange blend of conflicting emotions.

I sink my teeth into the banana, expecting a simple breakfast, but what I experience is far beyond my wildest expectations. The burst of flavor hits my taste buds like a tropical explosion. It's so fresh, so delicious, that my mouth waters uncontrollably. I can't resist devouring the entire banana in no time.

As I finish the first banana, a strange haze begins to cloud my senses. My gaze fixates on the remaining yellow fruits, their vibrant color beckoning me. They seem almost hypnotic, tempting me with their tantalizing taste. I can't help but reach for another, feeling a strange mix of satisfaction and guilt.

I rub against by stubble as I shove another banana into my mouth. I could have swore I had shaved last night? Weird… who cares. This banana tastes so fucking good. Its sweetness filling my mouth as I chew. But as I finish it, a surprise deep fart escapes my cheeks, leaving me startled and embarrassed. I quickly look around, hoping that no one has heard my unintended symphony.

Before I have time to experience my embarrassment, I glance down at my arms, and to my surprise, my once relatively smooth arms now had a thick layer of hair that seems to have sprouted overnight. The hair is so thick and dark. It's as if a mini forest has taken root on my arms, each strand entangled with the next in a chaotic display of follicular rebellion.

I squint my eyes, hoping that this newfound hairiness is just a trick of the light or a momentary glitch in my perception. But no, the evidence is right there, impossible to ignore. I find myself scratching my head and letting out a grunt.

Just then, I hear the familiar sound of the front door unlocking. Chad's probably back from his early morning workout. Panic sets in as I grab the remaining bananas, stuffing them into my pockets, and rush to my room. I convince myself that they're just snacks for studying, a harmless indulgence.

Inside the confines of my room, I stare at the bananas, my mind swirling with conflicting emotions. They have a hold on me, their allure impossible to resist. I convince myself that it's just the taste, the need for a quick energy boost, but deep down, I know there's something more to it.

I open up my books, determined to focus on my studies despite the bloating feeling within my stomach. It grumbles and gurgles, threatening to release a symphony of embarrassing sounds.

Chad and his buddies always found bodily functions and gross humor hilarious. They encouraged each other to outdo themselves, competing with each other to make the biggest smelliest farts. The last thing I want is to become the unwitting star of their crude comedy.

But as I try to concentrate on the pages before me, my eyes drift toward the remaining bananas. The one closest to me looked so delicious. Its bright yellow peel is making me all hazy. Without even realizing it, I grab the fruit and shove it into my mouth.

As the sweet taste floods my senses, a wave of ecstasy washes over me. I slide down to the floor, my back pressed against my bed, lost in the sheer delight of the banana's flavor. The world around me fades into the background as I savor each delectable bite, momentarily forgetting my fears and worries.

As the succulent taste of the banana fills my mouth, my salivary glands go into overdrive, flooding my senses with anticipation. I devour the fruit with an unexpected fervor, relishing every bite as if it were the most exquisite delicacy.

But as the last morsel disappears into my mouth, a sudden pressure builds within my stomach. I feel the inevitable release building up, ready to make its presence known. And with a resounding toot, it erupts from me, shattering the silence of the room.

The pungent odor wafts through the air, assaulting my nostrils with its offensive presence. My face flushes with embarrassment as I cringe, hoping that no one else will bear witness to this involuntary act. But my hopes are quickly dashed as Chad's voice echoes through the door.

"Whoa, little bro! That was a big one!" Chad's voice rings out, filled with amusement and a touch of admiration for my unintentional accomplishment. The realization that Chad finds this sort of thing funny only intensifies my embarrassment, creating a whirlwind of conflicting emotions within me.

But as I glance down at my stomach, my initial embarrassment takes a backseat to a more startling revelation. I’M FAT??! My stomach is now big and round, jiggling with every movement.

I grasp at my now huge round belly, my fingers sinking into its soft plumpness. Panic begins to rise within me as I try to comprehend the implications of this unexpected transformation. How did my stomach become so big? And why is it fattening up at such an alarming rate?

Suddenly, I smell a hot stench. This time, it wasn’t from the farts. As I lift up my arm to investigate the source of the foul odor, a wave of revulsion washes over me. My armpit, once groomed and clean, now appears bushy and unkempt, as if I've neglected it for weeks. The sight, combined with the pungent stench emanating from it, sends a shiver down my spine.

I had taken a shower just yesterday, hadn't I? How could my armpit become so smelly and odorous in such a short span of time? The scent that fills the air is not the pleasant, soapy freshness I'm accustomed to. I guess it’s just my animal stink.

Wait… animal stink? Why did I say that? What’s going on-

“DAMN, BRO!” Chad yells, his voice booming under the door. “I CAN SMELL YOU FROM HERE, YA BIG FAT APE!”

As the realization dawns upon me, a surge of panic strikes through my body. It’s because of last night! I said it was a zoo! That they were stupid animals! Chad’s turning me into a fucking ape!

My body is growing larger and more muscular with each passing moment. The biceps that once belonged to a scrawny nerd now bulge with raw power, urging me to embrace my newfound strength.

But try as I might, I cannot resist the insatiable hunger that courses through my being. My massive arms, resembling tree trunks, seize another banana with an irresistible force, shoving it deep into my gaping throat. The succulent fruit disappears within seconds, devoured by my ravenous appetite. And as I swallow, a thunderous toot escapes from me, a testament to the uncontrollable gas building within my colossal frame, stinking up my enclosure.

With a mixture of awe and disbelief, I watch in amazement as my pecs begin to inflate like two massive balloons, expanding until they press against my very chin. The sheer size and weight of them is both impressive and comical, rendering me momentarily dumbfounded.

Summoning the strength within my colossal body, I rise from my seated position, the ground trembling beneath my big feet. Each step feels heavy. My knuckles drag along the floor as if to remind me of my newfound primal stature.

As I stumble towards the door, I use my massive hairy hands to grab the handle, allowing me to step out of my smelly enclosure and into the common room. A cool breeze caresses my now gargantuan hairy form as I stare at my jock roommate who is now standing the kitchen.

My heart pounds in my massive chest as I cast a fearful gaze towards my roommate, Chad. His familiar face is more smug than ever, his chiseled jawline accentuated by a condescending grin.

Without realising, I absentmindedly raise my colossal arms and start scratching my head like a mindless animal.

I form the word in my mind, ‘help!’. I try to force it out of my neanderthal lips, but instead, all that emerges from my lips is an unintelligible "OOK!" My voice echoes with a primal resonance, a sound that perfectly matches my transformed state. I am a creature of brawn and bellow, stripped of my former eloquence.

Chad looks at me, amusement dancing in his eyes. It's clear that he revels in the sight before him, finding delight in my reduced state. My attempts at communication only serve to reinforce his perception of me as a mindless brute, an object of entertainment rather than a fellow human being.

“Looks like we got another ‘stupid animal’ in the zoo.” Chad chuckles, flexing his biceps then looking at me, his brow furrowed. “Your words, not mine… I wonder if you can even form words now.”

Chad's voice cuts through the air, followed by a thunderous toot that escapes my rear end, filling the room with an odor that could knock out a rhinoceros. The sheer embarrassment of the moment intensifies as my body inflates with another layer of fat, expanding like an overinflated balloon.

Frustration bubbles up inside me, fueling an uncontrollable rage. I clench my meaty fists, brimming with newfound strength, and bring them crashing down upon my inflated chest. Each impact reverberates through the room, the force shaking the walls and rattling the very foundations of our shared living space.

"Boom! Boom!" I pound my chest like a wild beast, a display of primal dominance fueled by my growing frustration. With each strike, my body jiggles and quakes, the excess flesh rippling like waves in a stormy sea.

“Maybe in this new form you’ll finally fucking relax a bit, eh?” Chad laughs at me. “You dumb smelly gorilla.”

As Chad's condescending remarks fill the room, my frustration grows, fueling a fiery determination deep within me. But as he repeatedly refers to me as monkeyman, a smelly gorilla, dumb ape and other demeaning nicknames, something begins to change. Each time he utters those words, my mind seems to dim, a fog descending upon my thoughts.

Monkey. Gorilla. Ape.

The words swirl around in my head, distorting my perception, eroding the remnants of my former intellect. It's as if each utterance chips away at my brain, leaving me feeling increasingly primitive, reduced to base instincts and primal urges.

Chad's relentless mockery continues, his laughter ringing in my ears. I try to fight against the growing haze, to cling to the remnants of my identity, but the words penetrate deep into my psyche, embedding themselves within the very fabric of my being. With each repetition, my mind becomes muddled, my thoughts clouded by an overpowering animalistic presence.

Monkey. Gorilla. Ape.

The names echo within me, replacing the once vibrant and complex thoughts that defined me. My comprehension wanes. What is this big man taking about? He’s big… but not as big as me huhuhuhu. Fuck, I can’t stop scratching my rank pits.

I’m trying to talk to him, but my responses are now limited, reduced to grunts and gestures, a language stripped down to its most basic form. I try to speak but it’s just incoherent babbling, a crude approximation of communication.

Monkey. Gorilla. Ape.

Those words, once used in jest, now define my existence. Chad's relentless barrage of mockery has transformed me into the very creature he belittles. My mind, once sharp and filled with knowledge, now operates on a primal level, consumed by instinct and impulse.

As I gaze into Chad's eyes, I can sense his satisfaction. He has achieved what he set out to do—reducing me to a state of primitive simplicity. A smirk tugs at the corners of his mouth, a silent victory celebration for his conquest.

Monkey. Gorilla. Ape.

“How’re you feeling now, stupid fart monkey?” He smirks.

I scratch my head, staring vacantly at the intellectually superior being in front of me.

OOK OOK