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Mike stared at the pair of men further down the beach, watching them toss a football back and forth.  Their broad, powerful bodies glistened in the afternoon sun, while their ample muscles flexed and bounced as they jumped and ran to catch the ball.  Mike’s mouth watered as he saw their arms double in size whenever they threw the ball, or when their wide backs expanded as they leapt up to make an overhead catch.  Their builds looked rugged and natural, the plentiful muscles coming from active use, not vain sculpting in a gym. 

Even from a distance he could see that one of the men’s tanned bodies had a light dusting of brown hair that matched the shaggy locks on his head, while the other seemed naturally smooth, with a lighter tan and short trimmed, jet black hair.  They had a casual confidence about them that he envied.  Neither seemed like the type to put much effort in their appearance, yet they radiated a sense of strength and masculinity that made Mike squirm.  They both had on small, off-the-rack board shorts that showed off their sturdy thighs without being too revealing, and only gave a frustratingly slight glimpse of what lurked underneath.  From what he could make out of their faces, they were both lantern-jawed, with full, stubble-covered cheeks on one and a trimmed beard on the other.  They were handsome and beefy men, not gym-bunny pretty boys.  

Being neither a gym bunny nor a beefy man, Mike was as jealous as he was aroused.  No matter how much he tried, he’d never been able to bulk up.  He’d spent countless, futile hours pumping iron, only to be left with the same lean, skinny body he’d started with.  His efforts left him covered in shredded definition, but that wasn’t what he wanted.  Mike fully understood that plenty of guys would love to have abs like his, but all he saw was his flat, hairless chest and skinny arms.  He’d always been naturally smooth, and as he reached his mid-twenties it became clear that was likely never going to change.  His lean, high cheeks could barely muster a decent stubble every couple of days, let alone a full beard.  

“If only,” Mike sighed.  He put down the book he’d been using as a cover for his oggling and looked disappointedly at his lithe torso and the small bulge in his speedo.  The pair of long, thin legs that sprouted out the bottom didn’t make him feel any better as he thought about the meaty trunks he really wanted.  His tight, solid body and sharp features made hooking up an easy feat, and he’d experienced plenty of those beefy bodies second hand, but he wished more than anything that he could live it.  He constantly wondered what it would be like to feel all that muscle shifting against itself as he moved, and to not care about his appearance or clothes or any of the countless other things his athletic, meathead fantasy self didn’t have to worry about.  

He climbed to his feet and waded out into the waves, hoping the cold water would calm his twitching cock.  He’d been staring for a little too long and needed to clear his head.  His long, toned arms sliced through the surf and carried him over the breaking waves until the men on the beach were a pair of small, moving dots in the distance.  

He made his way out to the sandbar that ran parallel to shore and regained his footing in the stomach-deep water.  Out past the breaking point, the tide on the sandbar was a gentle rocking that occasionally lifted him off his feet and lightly set him back down.  He floated lazily and stared up at the cloudless blue sky that was steadily shifting from late afternoon to early evening.  His mind drifted like his body as he bobbed hypnotically, dreaming about the kind of man he wished he could be.  

His reverie was abruptly interrupted when he felt something large brush against him under the water.  He darted upright, looking around and trying not to panic.  Shark attacks weren’t common in this part of the ocean, and he’d bumped against fish before, but this felt different.  His heart started racing when he saw a long, black shape circling him in the water.  Mike couldn’t see any fins or other telltale signs of a shark or dolphin as the creature continued to swim in a steady path around him, but whatever it was clearly had him in its sights.  

His confusion only grew when the serpentine shape seemed to break apart as a set of humanoid arms reached out from its sides while it swam.  What originally looked like a torpedo-shaped object was becoming more human-like in appearance, with a set of legs developing from the solid mass that had been its lower half.  

Mike was frozen with fear.  The water around him was crystal clear and only a few feet deep.  He wasn’t looking at a dark object obscured by shadow, but a creature that was itself a deep, uninterrupted obsidian.  It was like watching a sliver of the night sky swimming around him, slowly shaping itself to look more and more like the person it circled.  It now had a fully human appearance, with long arms, legs, and a round head.  It seemed to be growing larger and larger until what started out as a long, slender strand now looked like the silhouette of one of the men he’d been staring at on the beach.  

“Fuck...fuck…” Mike rasped, partially finding his voice.  The creature seemed to lose interest in him and instead shifted its attention to Mike’s shadow that was steadily growing longer as the sun dropped lower and lower in the sky.  He gasped, both from surprise and a sudden chill, when the creature wrapped itself around his shadow.  Mike felt his skin crawl as he watched his shadow blur and slowly take on the shape of the creature as it was devoured.  “What...what the fuck….” Mike was afraid to move.  He stared down at a shadow that was no longer his own, feeling like it was staring back up at him at the same time.  When he finally moved a thin arm, the beefy one on the shadow moved with it.  

The sight was enough to knock him out of his shocked paralysis.  He swam back to shore until his lungs and arms burned with effort, practically running across the top of the water itself.  He knew he must look ridiculous, frantically splashing as if being chased by a great white, but he didn’t care.  He just wanted to be back on dry land.  

“What the hell?!’ He wheezed, doubled over and trying to catch his breath at the ocean’s edge.  He shook the salt water from his head and blinked at his shadow, which had gone back to it’s long, lean self.  He gave a few tentative gestures and was relieved when his attached marionette looked the way it should.  “The fuck was that…” he muttered under his breath. He quickly gathered his things and headed for home, not quite able to shake the feeling that his shadow was still watching him.  

**********

The next morning started as they always did.  As usual, Mike slept through his alarm the first two times before finally dragging himself out of bed.  He stumbled zombie-like into the bathroom and started up the shower, yawning and stretching his lean frame while the water warmed up.  He moved on muscle memory, not even thinking about it as he lathered and rinsed his short, dark hair and started scrubbing himself down.  It wasn’t until he was rinsing himself off that he finally noticed the change to his body.  

“Shit!”  Mike yelped, jerking his hand away from the long, thick cock that dangled between his small thighs like it was a venomous snake.  He stared at the swaying hose in stunned silence.  At his hardest, Mike should have been a thin, five and a half inches, but the cock he looked at now hung at least that long soft, and was at least twice as thick as it should be.  

His hands shook as he reached for it, a shocked laugh escaping his lips as he hefted the equally heavy balls that swung behind.  “How is...wait…this can’t be real…” Mike stammered as he felt his enlarged rod hardening in his grip, his stomach fluttering at the way the wide cock filled his slender hand.  It gained another two inches at full mast, looking absolutely massive protruding from his thin body.  

Real or not, Mike couldn’t resist.  He stroked his mammoth new rod, groaning loudly at the intense jolts of pleasure shooting through him.  The feelings of strength and power he got from the sudden growth were just as arousing as his pumping, even more so when he erupted like a shotgun all over the shower wall.  He stared at his naked reflection in the mirror afterwards, swinging his heavy package back and forth like a pendulum.  Part of his brain was telling him to be concerned, but the rest of it couldn’t seem to muster up the energy to follow through on that anxiety.  

That concerned part grew helplessly louder as Mike got dressed.  “Shit...shit!”  He said, blushing a bright shade of crimson as he looked at his clothed reflection.  Given his defined, thin body, all of Mike’s clothing was tight and fitted.  Ordinarily it wasn’t a concern, but now he found himself looking at the obvious outline of his new cock snaking up and off to the side.  He hadn’t been able to fit it into his small briefs at all and had resorted to one of his speedos, but even then his tight slacks left nothing to the imagination.  Mike was mortified at the thought of walking around with such an obvious bulge, but he didn’t have a choice.  

He spent as much of the day at his desk as possible, and when he did have to get up he tried to carry something with him that he could use to obscure his crotch.  He felt like an embarrassed high schooler caught with a boner in math class.  He tried to tell himself that he shouldn’t be embarrassed.  It’s not like he was walking around naked, and he couldn’t help it if he was hung, he repeated to himself. But for someone who was used to having a relatively shapeless body, suddenly being unable to hide what he was working with was a strange sensation.  

As the day went on, he thought about it less and less.  The heavy fullness between his legs started to feel more natural, and there was an accompanying thrill with his embarrassment.  He’d intended to go shopping for more appropriate clothing after work, but by the time he clocked out it didn’t seem so important.  It was a gorgeous day, and his time would be much better spent at the beach.  

“Already got the speedo on,” he said to himself as he climbed into his car.  Mike scratched at his chest and undid the top few buttons of his shirt.  He’d been itching more and more all over, and he hoped some fresh air and sun would help ease his discomfort.  He grabbed the gym bag that he kept in his car and headed for the changing rooms, wavering in his decision as soon as he dropped his slacks.  He’d been in a hurry that morning and hadn’t noticed exactly how much he filled out his swimwear until now.  It looked like someone had shoved a grapefruit in the pouch, pulling the waistband out and down so far that it exposed the top of his slight bush.  His enlarged balls were still covered, but only just.  He did his best to arrange himself in the confining swimwear, but the best he could manage was to wedge his cock off to the side, its new length and width clearly visible for all to see.  The part of his brain that told him to be concerned sounded another alarm bell, which was promptly ignored as he made his way down to the sand.  

The previous day’s experience still fresh in his mind, Mike wasn’t sure whether or not he wanted to venture out into the waves.  He wasn’t eager for another run in with whatever the strange creature was, but looking at the sparkling surface of the water he couldn’t resist. He’d been a lifelong swimmer, so it was going to take more than one weird run-in to keep him away.  

He splashed out towards the sandbar again, constantly on alert for any strange shapes in the water.  After a few tense minutes of wading back and forth, always ready to dart away, he lost himself in the feeling of the sun and warm, salty air on his skin.  The rhythmic pounding of the surf drowned out any anxious thoughts and he floated contentedly, the water seeming to relieve his itchy skin.  

As Mike relaxed in the gentle, bobbing current, he eventually did see another large shape coming towards him.  Like the day before, this one made his heart race, but for an entirely different reason.  The beefy man wading out in his direction looked familiar, but Mike couldn’t place him until he got closer.   

“Hey man,” the stranger said, stepping up into the shallower water of the sandbar.    

“Uh, hey,” Mike stammered as he watched the water cascade down the stranger’s broad, muscular body.  The man reached up to wipe the water from his hair, flexing a huge arm in the process.   Mike reached up to do the same, rubbing at his face to try and hide his staring, but froze.  At first he thought the prickly sensation on his palms was sand that had gotten stuck, but he quickly realized that what he felt was rough stubble. 

“You okay?”  The man asked as he watched Mike stare at his hands.  

“Yeah...yeah...sorry, kinda drifted off out here.”  Mike shook his head and looked over at the other man, finally recognizing him as one of the men he’d been staring at the previous day.  He was the smooth, raven-headed one, and Mike became nervous as he wondered if he hadn’t been discreet enough.  

“Easy to do out here,” the man sighed, looking towards the horizon.  As the waves shifted, Mike caught a glimpse of the large package outlined against the man’s wet trunks.  He looked away just as the man turned back towards him and stuck a hand out.  “I’m Doug, by the way.”  

Mike smiled as his hand was swallowed.  “Mike.  Nice to meet you.”  Still not sure exactly what was going on, he did his best not to be too obvious.  Up close, Doug’s beefy, brawny body was even more impressive, and the deep, booming voice certainly didn’t hurt.  

Doug got straight to the point.  “So I saw you watching me and my buddy Brad yesterday.”  The big man smiled and quickly raised a hand.  “No, hey, it’s cool.  I saw you too,” he said, his smile turning into a smug grin.  “I’ve got a thing for hairy guys.”  

Mike didn’t know what was more confusing; suddenly finding himself flirting with a meaty hunk, or that the other man thought of him as hairy.  “Then why…” Mike’s voice dried up in his throat as he looked down at himself.  While he’d been swimming, a coating of hair had somehow sprouted all over him.  His defined muscles now lurked under a bed of dark brown fur that spread down from his stubbled cheeks.  He still had his thickened bulge, only now a dense patch of bush stuck out from above the waistband as his heavy cock pulled the speedo down.  

He wanted to scream.  Or at least he felt like he should.  Something impossible was happening to him and he had no idea what or how to stop it.  He wasn’t even sure that he wanted to stop it.  He realized his still-racing heart wasn’t from fear, but from anticipation.  He’d drifted mere inches from the other man and could practically feel the heat coming off him.  “...then why don’t we go somewhere?”  

Doug stepped forward and grabbed Mike’s ass under the water.  “I was hoping you’d say that.” 

Mike’s head was spinning.  He could feel Doug’s large hand brushing against the hair on what should have been his smooth cheeks as he slid his meaty paw in the back of his speedo.  “Is your friend here?”  Mike asked, instead of pulling away.  He wasn’t averse to random hookups, but this was moving faster than usual.  

“Brad?  Nah, he’s not into dudes,” Doug said, sounding disappointed.  

Mike shook his head.  “That’s a shame,” he said coyly.  

Doug gave a defensive laugh and spread his buff arms wide.  “What?  I’m not enough?” 

Mike reached forward and grabbed the other man’s thick bulge under the water and gave it a squeeze.  “Feels like plenty,” he winked.  “My place is just around the corner.”  

“W..works for me,” Doug said quickly as Mike felt his cock twitch against his palm.  

They pulled away from each other and swam for shore before things got too out of hand.  As it was, it took all of Mike’s willpower to control himself as he watched Doug’s round, firm cheeks shift and bounce as they made their way across the sand.  He was so caught up that he’d almost forgotten about the sudden burst of hair he’d acquired until he started toweling himself off.  Somehow, in the course of a few hours, he’d sprouted a pelt.  His normally smooth, lean body was covered entirely.  This wasn’t just a smattering across his chest, but a coating that ran over his shoulders and down his front and back in equal measure.  

He was horrified by the sight, but Doug clearly wasn’t.  The other man was staring at him hungrily as they gathered their things.  Mike knew he should be going somewhere for help, but instead he jumped in his car and sped home with Doug following behind.  He didn’t even bother to get dressed.  He’d just dried off, grabbed his things, and drove home in the stuffed speedo.  

It was and efficient decision since clothing would have just slowed them down.  He and Doug were on each other the second his front door closed.  The brawny man had him swallowed in his thick arms, their lips pressed together.  Mike gasped as he felt his huge new cock harden and spring free from the confining swimwear.  

“Hairy and hung,” Doug sighed, sliding his lips down Mike’s neck while he wrapped a fist around the smaller man’s aching rod. 

Mike squirmed in Doug’s grip, his hands traveling all over the other man’s solid, stocky body.  His newly acquired hairs were like nerve endings, sending tiny jolts of pleasure through him as their bodies rubbed together.  He fished Doug’s wide, heavy cock free and worked the trunks down the beefy man’s squat thighs until they writhed together naked.  

“Oh...oh fuck…” Mike panted, his eyes going wide at the sensation of his hands running across his now-hairy chest as he looked down at Doug.  The bigger man had dropped to his knees and had swallowed as much of Mike’s huge new member as he could.  The sight of his cock looking huge even against Doug’s burly body made him groan.  

The raven haired man clutched at Mike’s now-hairy rear as he slid his mouth back and forth, working himself further and further down the spit-slick rod.  “How’m I doin’,” he asked, pulling his mouth away to give Mike’s heavy balls a lick.  

“Don’t hog all the fun,” Mike said, licking his lips.  He pulled Doug to his feet and pawed at the other man as they made the way to his bedroom.  He pushed the big man down onto the bed and climbed on top, taking his turn at giving his new friend’s wide cock a tongue bath.  

As soon as he closed his lips around Doug, he felt a shudder run through him.  At first he thought it was just the all-encompassing lust he was experiencing, but he quickly realized it was more than that.  As he supported himself on his arms, he started to feel heavy.  He wanted to look at himself as he felt gravity increasing its hold on him, but he kept working Doug’s wide, throbbing rod.  He started to feel his own body rub against itself in ways it never had before.  Parts of himself that should have been suspended above the prone man start to rest against Doug’s body, but still he kept working the other man with his mouth.  When Doug finally grabbed his head and guided it free, he was almost afraid to look.  

“Ohh...shit man...I need you inside me,” he groaned, looking at Mike with horny, pleading eyes.  “I don’t usually meet guys bigger than me.”  

Before Mike could ask Doug what he meant, he saw his reflection in the mirror above his dresser.  There was no way he could miss it.  Instead of a lean, skinny young man, Mike had blossomed into a hairy, muscle-bound beast.  He really did make Doug look small.  He had a strong, lantern jaw and a widened forehead on a face that seemed to sit directly on his torso.  His long neck was mostly gone, swallowed by the expanding muscles of his broadened shoulders.  The muscle flowed down, widening his back and forcing his equally inflated arms to hang at an angle on either side of his plump, mammoth pecs.  If his stomach hadn’t expanded outwards under the same onslaught of flesh he wouldn’t have been able to see it at all over the crest of his new pecs, but as it was he found himself looking at a wide, solid muscle gut.  Thighs that had been slender and toned now pressed together, forcing his package forward as they fought for space.  Over all of this new flesh was the coating of hair, which seemed to have grown even thicker.  Mike immediately thought back to the men he’d always fantasized about, but this was beyond even that.  He’d somehow acquired the traits he’d always envied, only magnified.  

It was his dream come true but a nightmare at the same time.  He knew already that this new body wouldn’t be contained.  No matter what he wore, he’d always be bulging out of it.  Regardless of how baggy, pants couldn’t hide his huge new endowment or the giant, muscled globes of his ass, and then there was the forest of hair that would be constantly pressing out through neck holes and shirt sleeves.  Even fully clothed, he’d be showing the world all there was to see.  He was mortified and turned on all at the same time.  

“Come on big guy, fuck me already,” Doug begged from the bed.  

Mike shook his head, feeling his inflated body surge with power as he looked down at the beefy stud who now seemed small by comparison.  “And what do we say when we ask for something?”  Mike grinned at the sound of his deep, booming new voice.  

“Please,” Doug whimpered, hefting his meaty legs into the air.  

The mattress groaned as Mike crawled forward and positioned himself.  His cock throbbed at the feeling of Doug clutching handfuls of hair on his shoulders as he worked himself slowly in.  It wasn’t long before he had the brawny hunk grunting and whimpering ecstatically.  

**********

“You call that a throw?”  Mike laughed as he reached a huge arm up and easily plucked the football from the air.  He threw it back towards Doug, his muscular piston of an arm flexing powerfully with the motion.  

Mike still didn’t know what happened.  It had been a few weeks since he somehow turned into the new version of himself.  He knew it had to have something to do with the creature in the water.  The morning after he’d grown he did a double take when he saw his shadow and realized it was the exact same as the one he’d seen swimming that afternoon.  He still didn’t know if it was a blessing or a curse, but he was leaning towards the former.  

It wasn’t just him, but the entire world that seemed to change.  His life was more or less the same; he had the same job, same house, same family, only some of the minor details were different.  Now, it was like he’d always been this size.  His clothes had changed to fit and everyone acted as if his new look was totally normal.  His daily routine had changed to match as well.  He found himself with a new gym schedule, and a sudden interest in sports and other masculine hobbies that he’d never had before.  On top of his old friends, he had a new circle of buff, hulking meatheads like himself.  Doug was one of them, and he was fortunately becoming more than an acquaintance.  Mike found that his new body had more demands than his old one, and he reduced his hulking new friend to a groaning, whimpering pile nightly.  

As far as his appearance, he still felt rushes of insecurity at the way people stared, but he was getting used to it.  He couldn’t blame them.  The sight of a hairy wall of a muscle with an impossibly stuffed speedo strutting down the beach would make anyone turn their head.  It was the same when he was fully clothed.  For everyone that looked at him in disgust at the sight of his ample hair escaping his perpetually-straining shirts, there were plenty that looked at him with hungry, lustful eyes.  

Mike watched Doug’s meaty pecs bounce as the other man bounded towards him.  “You’ve got some admirers,” he laughed, nodding over Mike’s shoulder.  

Mike gave a casual look and saw the pair of slender men staring in his direction just as he used to.  “Let ‘em enjoy the view,” he shrugged.  Knowing what he would have loved to see, he reached around and adjusted the back of his speedo, snapping the waistband and giving the men a flash of his hairy globes in the process.  He could practically hear them groan from the other end of the beach.  

“I think they liked it,” the smooth hunk laughed.  

“I know I would’ve,” Mike sighed.  He saw Doug’s puzzled look and gave the other man’s firm stomach a quick slap with the back of his hand.  “Don’t worry about it.  Come on...let’s give ‘em something else to look at.”