“How does it feel,” he purrs into your ear, the thick stench of his breath filling your senses, “how does it feel with daddy inside you?”
You can only moan in reply. You feel his torso ripple on top of you, a wave of motion that begins at his chest and ends at his hips. You feel him thrust, feel the coarse hair on his body scratch against your bare skin, feel his cock drill deeper and deeper into your ass.
“Ah!” You cry. He’s found your prostate, and he knows. A primal growl emanates from above as the thrusts increase in speed. This is a man who knows pleasure, someone for whom sex isn’t just a pastime, but an art.
Right now, you are his canvas. Literally.
“You ready?” he asks, rhetorically. “You ready to become just like daddy?”
Kind of a weird thing to say, you think. But a reply never forms in your mouth, instead emerging as a series of high pitched whines, like a hungry animal.
But he understands. You know because his thrusts are becoming harder and harder, and he’s gripping your hands in a fist. You turn to see his big hairy fingers intertwined with yours. You’re just imagining what it would be like to have hands that big and hairy, when something akin to a bear growl rings in both ears.
He gives one, final thrust, and unleashes a torrent of seed into your hole. You feel it fill your rectum, feel it leak out of your ass and onto the bed. Then, as if your imagination were playing tricks on you, you see patches of black begin to form on your thin, gangly arms.
Patches of hair.
You ready to become just like daddy?
You wiggle out from under him, suddenly terrified. “Everything okay?” he asks in a way that suggests he already knows the answer.
“Yeah!” you lie. “I just have to use the bathroom. That cool?”
“Fine by me,” he says with a wink.
You stumble into his bathroom, afraid to look at your reflection in the mirror. An insatiable itch has overtaken most of the skin on your upper body, a tickling sensation that could only mean one thing: more hair.
That’s not possible. You shaved your whole body not two hours ago. Hell, you shave your body almost every day, and yet here you are, gazing down at two big furry pecs.
And my god, are they big. You’ve always prided yourself on being fairly in shape (“toned” read your description on Grindr), but right now, you’re bigger than you’ve ever been. Big block-like pecs, big round shoulders, and biceps big enough to give the sweaty, hairy daddy in the other room a run for his money. And you keep getting bigger.
… Just like daddy.
Those words keep ringing in your mind. You didn’t think anything of them at the time: sweet nothings whispered in the heat of the moment. Dirty talk. But his dirty talk is becoming your reality: you are becoming just like daddy, though to what extent is still to be discovered. Right now, you’ve got the muscles of someone who hits the gym way too often, and the hair of someone who doesn’t know how to use a razor.
But you’re still you: a horny 26 year old with a thing for older guys. You aren’t one… yet.
“Doin’ alright in there?” he calls from the bedroom.
“Just fine!” but the voice that calls back in reply sounds almost identical to his. You spin around, thinking for a split second that there must be another big, burly bear in the room with you. But no: the voice is yours. This is your voice now, deep and raspy, the same voice that was growling in your ear just a few minutes ago.
Something hot and wet leaks out of your hole and tickles the fresh hairs around the base of your ass. His load. That’s how this all started right? His seed seeping into your bloodstream, rewriting your DNA. You rush to the toilet and try to rid your body of the remaining splooge.
But it’s too late. It’s too late because you’re now entering the next—and most drastic stage of your transformation, the stage where you literally become “just like daddy.”
It starts as a grumble in your stomach. You look down to see your previously flat chest swell into a big round muscle gut. Your body isn’t just packing on muscle now, but fat as well. Your pecs sag downwards slightly as your hairy skin turns rough and leathery, no longer the skin of a 26 year old, but of someone fast approaching their 40’s. Maybe 50’s.
I gotta get out of here, you think. But when you stand, the changes only accelerate. Hairs that were previously dark brown begin to grey. Muscles that were previously tight and defined balloon with fat. You can do nothing but watch your reflection in the bathroom mirror transform into that of a 50 year old muscle bear in a mere matter of seconds.
You burst out of the bathroom. “WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO ME?” booms your deep, daddy voice. You’re ready to fight, ready to put these new muscles to good use and get retribution on the man who may have just taken three decades off of your life.
But he’s just sitting there on the bed, smiling, stroking his cock and caressing you with his eyes. “Damn son,” he says, “you turned out pretty good, if I do say so myself.”
“Turn. Me. Back.”
He cocks his head. “You sure about that, bud? Because, you seem to be enjoying yourself, and I’d hate to stop you.” He nods to your cock, and you look down to see what has become of your precious package.
The first thing you notice is how big it has become. Not just in terms of length, but girth: the thing looks like a fat squash emerging from a forest of dark pubes. And that’s when you notice that it’s standing straight upwards, erect, and dripping slivery pre cum like you’ve just been stroking it for the last ten minutes.
Difficult to admit as it may be, the transformation has made you extremely horny. Your desire to punish the man who made you this way is circumvented only by your desire to get back in bed with him and fuck like rabbits.
“Tell you what,” he says, as if reading your mind, “why don’t we give that new body of yours a test run? If you don’t like it, you can have your old body back, and we can forget this ever happened.”
It’s an attractive proposal, from an incredibly attractive guy. You can fool around in the body of your dreams for a bit, then walk away as your normal self. Kind of a win-win.
“Fine,” you say. “But this is a test run. Then I want everything back to normal. You understand?”
In lieu of a reply, your partner crawls off of the bed and walk towards you. Slow. Seductive. You lock eyes, and he drops to his knees, that big scruffy beard just inches away from your eager cock. “Whatever you say,” he whispers, “daddy.”
With that, he begins to suck. You wrap those big hairy mitts around his bald head and drive your cock deeper and deeper down his throat. You feel his beard scratch the inside of your thighs, feel his nostrils inhale the scent of your pubes, and it doesn’t take you long for you to realize that saying goodbye to this body is going to be a lot more difficult than you imagined. Just as he fucked you full of his DNA, so is he sucking away all your inhibitions, every trace of your old self.
Tomorrow, you will wake up in his bed, in his house, in his life. And you will for every day after that. Because this is where you’ve always wanted to be: in the arms of a hairy, mature man. And now, you are one too. Sometimes, you’ll remember your old life, what it was like to be young and naive. But then you’ll strip down and he’ll worship that big, beefy body of your’s, and you’ll forget all about being 26.
This is the new you, and I have a feeling you’re gonna have a good time.
