The "D" Word

 

The cap was working, as far as Russ could tell.

Not one hour ago, he was 20 going on 21, hovering below 140 lbs with nery a hair that wasn’t on top of his head.

But that had all changed. Russ wasn’t going to wait for a body that would never come; he wanted to feel the power and authority that came with maturity, he wanted guys to faun over his muscles, to worship the very ground he walked on, and present their asses for fucking. He wanted to be called… well… let’s just say this cap was the solution: a powerful magical object that would turn him into the very word printed across the top.

The first part of the transformation was all about aging him up. Moments after first putting the cap on, Russ felt his head fill with memories, memories of a future he had not yet experienced. Over the last hour, Russ remembered hitting the gym hard throughout his 20’s and 30’s. He remembered even entering some bodybuilding competitions when he was in peek form. He remembered getting married, having a kid, working out, getting divorced, retiring early, working out, getting a tattoo, finally coming out, and working out some more...

Now, his body was beginning to remember too. Russ groaned in both pleasure and agony as his muscles underwent decades of growth and development in a matter of minutes. Pecs that were previously non-existent now swelled to the size of footballs, forcing poor Russ to lay on his back and writhe as his frame struggled to accommodate for all the new mass. He could scarcely bend his arms now that they were ripe with hard muscle. Russ watched with a mix of horror and amazement as his biceps inflated like bubbles, the taut skin revealing tapestries of veins underneath.

A loud crack as Russ’ new skeleton finally snapped into place. The growth proceeded at a much quicker pace now. Russ craned his muscular neck just in time to see his abs appear beyond the canyon of cleavage obstructing his vision. But when he looked back again a moment later, they themselves had vanished into a huge muscle gut, which was now rising as high as his pecs.

Perfect, thought Russ to himself. He continued to watch as the view from the top of his chest got darker and darker... while hair had been gradually appearing all over his body since the transformation began, what Russ witnessed was nothing short of an eruption, as a forest of bristly black scruff completed the awesome landscape on his chest. No sooner than it appeared did it turn a silvery grey.

Perfect.

Russ was able to stand now—though barely. He couldn’t tell if his newfound soreness was a byproduct of magically gaining over a hundred pounds in ten minutes, or just getting old. Russ vaguely recalled surgery on his lower back sometime in his 40’s. Sciatica? He couldn’t remember. Whatever it was, it had worked; Russ had an impressive, full range of motion for a 55 year old.

Or was it 56?

Russ lumbered to the bathroom, every bit of furniture wobbling a bit as the floorboards bent with his incredible new weight. Though when Russ turned on the light and stared at his reflection in the mirror, there didn’t seem to be anything “new” about him. He was a grizzly, middle aged bodybuilder. A bear. A brute. A…

“HMMMFF!” Russ gripped the edges of the counter. The cap wasn’t finished. He panted, struggling to stand as his legs doubled in size. The marble edge of the sink seemed at least several inches further away. Had he gotten taller too?

As if Russ didn’t look intimidating enough, his tattoos finally came in. As he watched the ink trickle down his thick, round shoulders and hug his biceps, Russ remembered the pin-prick pain of the needle under his skin as if it was yesterday.

He also felt a strange sensation in his ass cheeks, a faint heaviness. Russ spun around just in time to see the two globes jiggle with their final bout of growth, another dusting of silver hair following suit.

It was the ass Russ had dreamed of his entire life. The only thing missing was a hungry twink buried between those cheeks. Just imaging it was enough to make him—

“AGGGH!” It was like getting the blow job of his life… except with every suck, Russ’ dick grew another centimeter of girth. The cap didn’t make Russ’ cock “longer” (he was still the same, proud 7-incher) but it almost tripled in weight, completing the transformation into his ideal, 58 year old self. This was the kind of dick that would make guys scream, the kind only a skilled bottom could fully take.

Now, it was just a matter of finding one…

It didn’t take long; within moments of setting up a new dating profile, Russ’ inbox was flooded with pictures of pretty pink assholes, ready to swallow his colossal cock. But Russ was picky. He didn’t just want a guy who could take his dick; he wanted someone who would worship it.

Fifteen minutes later, there was a knock on the door. “Come in,” Russ commanded in his booming voice. It was the first time he’d really gotten to hear it come out of his mouth since transforming, and it was one of the sexiest things he’d ever heard.

His new partner seemed to agree. The handsome twink was already undressing at the sight of Russ, himself naked, waiting on the couch and stroking his beer can cock.

Russ stood and pulled the young man into his chest, and those silky white hands made quick work exploring the peaks and valleys of his physique. Russ had never actually been touched like this before… but in his memory, this was how every guy had touched his body for the last 25 years.

After all, how could they not?

“You gonna let me take care of that ass?” Russ growled as he grabbed each of the twink’s cheeks and spread them wide. Between their sloppy, wet kisses, he heard the young man whisper…