Were-Stud Legend

Reblog from Tumblr by newyoutf (deactivated)

doctor-paradox asked:

I'm a 27 year old Bi British fella with brown hair and eyes. I'm pretty content with the way things are but the mind does wonder. I was hoping there was some way New You may help to change me into an extroverted, positive, muscular himbo? Maybe something similar to that were-stud legend I've heard about.

newyoutf answered:

The rumors were few and far between in secluded corners of the internet. You couldn't be sure of their veracity, but they fascinated you - stories of regular men spectacularly transforming into beautiful hunks under full moons. Better yet, just a handful of accounts claimed they became afflicted with the condition themselves after contact with the men. These sources seemed to vanish after a few weeks, never to be heard from again.

You collated the sparse reports from various places around the world, noticing that recently two people claimed to have sighted a tall, muscular man in tattered clothing on two consecutive full moons not far from you. More interesting still, the sightings centered around a particular wooded parkland. If your hunch was correct this was one of the so-called "were-studs", and you were closer than ever than tracking one down.

The next full moon came only a few days later, and so you set out to the secluded parkland where the sightings had occurred. Hours passed and nothing happened. That was, until a long, low, moan echoed through the air - just once at first, then again, and again. You approached the sound slowly until you could hear the sounds of tearing clothing and heavy breathing. And then you saw it. A man on his knees, panting, his back turned to you. A shirt and jeans sat folded carefully on the ground next to him. Thick legs glistened with hair and sweat while a round, perfect ass threatened to destroy the man's underwear. A pair of sneakers and a lone sock sat next to the clothes, while the remains of the other sock remained on his right foot, his long, large foot appearing to have burst through before he managed to remove it.

"A- are you okay?" you asked softly.

The man staggered to his feet, stumbling like a newborn animal over his long, muscular legs. He turned to face you. He was stunning. A masculine visage adorned by welcoming, brown eyes and light stubble. His entire ripped body glistened with sweat. He looked at you as you approached him, a sexual fire in his eyes and you dropped to your knees, almost hypnotized by his gaze.

Before you knew it, you were pleasuring the man's huge cock in your mouth. The stud moaned and groaned, gripping the back of your head with a large hand. There was no going back now. The hunk gasped as he shot into the back of your throat. You swallowed eagerly, willingly allowing the mysterious affliction into you.

You looked up at the man, your heart suddenly pounding in your chest and your skin tingling under the moonlight before you collapsed onto your hands. The contagion coursed through your body, the large dose you took in immediately catalyzed by the moonlight. 

You growled as your entire body became charged. Your cock tented into your pants, harder and harder until it began to slowly stretch and inflate. A sly smile crossed your face as you let out a laugh and long moan feeling your legs, arms, and back lengthen. Nothing had ever felt so incredible. 

Your wrists pushed further out from the ends of your sleeves, and similarly, your ankles stuck out markedly from the cuffs of your pants. Muscles twitched across your entire body. Filling and expanding with every one of your rapid breaths. Pecs gradually pressed at your shirt, while a thick six-pack punched its way out of your abdomen.

You gasped and tugged at the shirt, the buttons ripping apart and allowing your thickening chest to glisten in the moonlight. You grasped them in your hands, feeling your palms and fingers thicken and lengthen across your sweaty skin. Flowing upward from your wrists, muscle snaked around your forearms and through your upper arms. Biceps and triceps ballooned outward, tearing the sleeves of your shirt.

Arching your back you let out an ecstatic roar while your shoulders pushed out wider and thicker. Your back rippled with strength as new, larger muscles worked their way down once more.

"G-augh! Yes!" you cried as your ass pressed against the back of your pants. Your cock wrecked the fly on your pants as it jolted forward with a burst of growth, spraying cum on the leafy ground.

The stud standing over you looked at your growing cock intently and pushed you backward with a smirk. As your legs bloated with muscle, straining and tearing the fabric containing them, the stud began to work your throbbing member. You gripped the back of his head, bunching his sweaty hair in your larger fists.

In your shoes bulged and strained under growing pressure as your soles stretched and your toes thickened before finally bursting through and pushing longer.

Your neck tensed as it thickened much like the rest of you had done. Your moans cracked and then dropped in pitch thanks to your voice-box expanding as if you were experiencing some strange, rapid, second puberty. As the changes affected your head you felt the world begin to spin. Not only were your facial features shifting, but so were your thoughts. You wanted to party and fuck, and fuck and party, that's what mattered to you now. Your eyes glazed over and you smiled stupidly as your changed personality set in. Damp hair drooped handsomely over your eyes. Snarling in pleasure, you thrust your monster cock hard into the mysterious stud's mouth. You let out a scream as your cock lurched larger in a final burst and came explosively.

The two of you laid under the moonlight, exhausted and heaving from the experience. You almost couldn't believe it was real, but your new body and the growing urge to find more men were undeniable. Knowing he was thinking the same thing, you both stood up with smug grins. Both of you needed to prepare for a night on the prowl. 

ft. Steven Brewis by David Wagner