Good boy concentrate on my eye, deeper and deeper you go
That’s right keep your eyes shut boy, I hate that little twinks boys, I like men like me you get it? you get it?
-yes sir.
you told me you’ll do whatever it takes to be with me right?
-yes sir
you like being remodeled into a man I do like?
-yes sir
All this question make Matt go deeper, as he felt a warm wave rush through his body, getting taller, feeling like little needles inked tatoos in his arms, facial hair growing, and his blond hair becoming grey, his throat changing so his voice became deeper, he was aging so fast soon wrinkles appeared in his face and muscle grow in his body. when he opened his eyes he was the same age the man in front of him, they weren’t equals though, the man was his love, his everything, his will, his master, and he wouldn’t have it any other way even if it depend on his will
I wish I was the white-haired daddy
The activity started back up after Halloween. So many folks who dressed as lumberjacks in those plaid red shirt found unexpected changes the next morning. Most of them didn’t even hear about the warnings that people were posting on various social media. You would’ve thought that reports of unexpected hair growth across the body, increased desire to smoke, increased libido would’ve swayed some folks. Maybe not. The idea of being a virile, hirsute beast was appealing. Some just couldn’t resist. Some relished the change.
I’ve seen the way you’ve been watching me. That side-eyes glance of contempt. Cubs like you are a dime a dozen. Nothing special. What you need is a better appreciation of what you will be one day. Just breath deeply. Let my pipe smoke do it’s work. Yes… even now you’re abs are softening in to a firm gut. That well kept stubble growing. Thicker, darker, even graying as your beard fills in. That’s quite a scent you’ve got bear. A real man’s smell. Earthy. Like the tobacco you smoke all the time. Yes, of course your pipe. I’ve got it right here for you. Now c’mere and give your old bear a snog.
ok daddy
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Erected tits
Yes! This is the body I wanted. Fuck. I’ve waited so long. I just want to run my hands over my body all the time. He said it came with a price. Nothing is free. Sure sure I told him. It wasn’t until I got home that I figured out what he meant. I asked to be a big fucking stud of a bear. I guess I should’ve been clearer. I watched as my beard grew in. Then the gray appeared. It was a few strands at first. Then it was a whole patch. Patches. My cock was so hard that it begged for attention. My nips were hard wired. I probably could cum just from playing with them. I’d aged quite a bit, but who the fuck cares. Look at this body! I’m fucking hot. I could have any cub I want. DaddyBear needs to breed.
You might live in suburbia, but it didn’t always feel like it, from where you lived. You could see your neighbors, sure, but your property backed up onto a nice wooded area and undeveloped wetland which still gave it a nice sense of nature. Unfortunately, soon after you moved in, you heard from your neighbors that part of the natural fauna of periurban space were the homeless. Still, they never seemed to bother anyone, and people in the neighborhood seemed reluctant to go into the wetlands all the same. It wasn’t really considered…safe, for reasons none of them could really describe, but you figured they were just scared for no real reason. After all, even if they were homeless they were people too, and so you would take your short walks through the woods, often with a backpack ready to hand out water or a snack if you should happen across anyone who needed it.
In fact, you never really saw a soul out there, but that didn’t stop you from getting the eeriest sensation that someone was watching your every move while you were within the treeline. You assumed it was just your imagination getting the better of you, the stories your neighbors told about some of the strange folk they’d seen here getting the better of you. But over time, the sensation became…more curious, and it wasn’t too much longer before, as you were walking through the woods, you came upon an older man leaning against a tree in raggedy clothes–a long coat and jumpsuit, but under the jumpsuit he had on some leather straps, and the jumpsuit was unzipped down, revealing no underwear and an erect cock.
You backtracked as quick as you could, but now you were seeing others surrounding you on all sides, all of them filthy, and all of them leering at you lustfully, most stroking their cocks as they approached. You tried to talk to them, but they ambushed you, stole your pack, ripped your clothes off of you, and they all started…grabbing at your flesh, at your cock, tugging at your hair, licking your face, feeling your ass–
You scrambled up and ran for your house as fast as you could, breaking through the treeline with the men pursuing you, running to the sliding glass door and trying to pry it open, but it wouldn’t bugde. You know you’d left it unlocked–hell, you’d left it open aside from the screen, hadn’t you? You look around, but is this even your house? Then–in the glass window you see your reflection, and nearly scream. Who is that? That can’t be you, can it? The reflection looks to be an old man in his late fifties, short with a underdeveloped chest and bulging, taut gut coated with white hair. A huge, bushy beard and matted hair–you miss the rest as someone else comes down to the door, sees you, and screams.
You flee back into the woods, but they’re waiting for you. They pin you down and fully initiate you, seeding you with their cum, your memories fading. You can no longer even remember the house you lived in, you can’t remember anything at all about that life you knew you had, only this new one lying before you, as they dress you in filthy, cast off clothing and drag you deeper into the wetlands.
Chad’s cock throbbed with excitement as he tweaked Cody’s nipples. He knew this was all wrong but deep inside, he couldn’t wait to get Cody back to their apartment, into his police uniform, tear an opening in his breeches and force his cock into that tight hole.
Thirty minutes ago of course, the very idea that the star of the swim team would be grinding his rod with the captain of the lacrosse team would have been laughable let alone the fact that Chad was now a fifty five year old barber with severe male pattern baldness and Cody a forty seven year old cop with tatts and a beard.
Still, when the circus is in town and two cocky jocks decide to beat up the fortune teller’s son, who knows what can happen.
Stuck as Santa 