Boryn Stone

Beefy Boy

Added 2023-06-15 00:55:54 +0000 UTC

Axle looked at the briefs he'd been given to model, 'Beefyboy' written across the front. Axle was neither beefy nor a boy. He'd kept his body as lean as possible to be chosen to model, and hated whenever people used his stature to belittle him. He had thought it was a mistake at first, confirming with the producer this was the right attire leaving him to accept it.

Axle felt weird slipping them around his waist, preparing to advertise something he wasn't. He stepped back to the camera for the shoot, beginning to pose once in front of it they started.

Axle tried not to get distracted by the flashes as he moved as directed, too focused on his job. He didn't notice the world slowly growing higher around him, his stature slowly diminishing. He felt himself moving slower, but disregarded it to fatigue, not realizing it was his body growing heavier. His gut was softening, slowly wrapping his midsection with fat, pushing out over his waist as curls of hair began spreading all over his body. A full beard had appeared on the chin by the time he was covered with a fur pelt, his body thickened with muscle mass accompanied by a soft cushion of a belly.

The lights stopped flashing giving a chance for him to look up, jumping when he felt a forceful pat on the rear.

"Good boy" His manager said from behind him.

Normally Axle would have been up in arms at the action, but he couldn't help but feel a wave of pride wash over him. He was confused why the patronizing words left him feeling this way. Somehow it felt good to be obedient. It felt right.

Axle was about to head back to the changing room when the producer stopped him, holding up a Jockstrap. "You're wearing this for the next shoot"

Axle looked up confused, not expecting to have done anything remotely nude.

The manager saw the expression, returning it with a smile. "You're doing a good job boy"

Axle's doubts immediately faded, the affirmation overriding his senses. He took the pair and headed back to change, content, driven by the incredible feeling of how good being a compliant submissive boy he was.