(Story) Forced Freak

Nigel the Jock was stood at the urinal at the club. He was pretty drunk and had a slight hard on from all the grinding on the dance floor. He grinned to himself as the low vibrations of music bass echoed through the men’s stalls. He glanced around to be sure he was alone, then took out his phone to take a quick pic of his hanging cock, posting it to his Instagram “Yeah mate-they’re gonna love tha-sh#t bro!” He slurred as he began to piss. Continuing to scroll on his phone as he heard the music briefly grow louder as the door opened.

“No you wait, I’ll be back!” he heard a man shout out as the room went quiet as the door closed. Nigel lifted his head slightly, thinking to himself ‘Didn’t sound like he was round ere’ As the man slowly walked to the stall next to him and unzipped. “Ho hell na! Damn you’re a hairy mo-fo!” Nigel gasped, turning and jeering at the man beside him. He was hairy, very hairy, wearing a white vest almost as if to show it all off. He looked over “I know right-w-what are you doin’?” he first joked, the paused as Nigel pointed his phone towards him.
‘Click’ “You’re a freak bro, I’m sharing this sh#t!” The man tried to finish quickly “Dude, stop, I don’t want any fuss mate” Only looking more annoyed as Nigel talked loudly, seeming to record himself taking the piss out of the poor guy. “Hey lads-HIC-check out this hairy freak I gone found clubbing-“ Nigel stepped towards him, grabbing his shoulder to force him onto  camera. The door opened again, music poured in for a second or two. “I’m good, just leave me alone dude” The man pushed him away, not willing to make a scene with the drunk jock as two huge bear jocks walked in. Both taller and more built than Nigel was several times over. They lumbered forwards. “Hey Malik, you was takin a while so….er-this guy bothering ya?” One boomed, clearly they knew each other and Nigel immediately felt his blood run cold as the man grinned, pointed and said “Yeah, weirdo was taking pics of me” As the huge man strode towards Nigel, he tried badly to explain it away “C’mon, lads I was just messin’ I didn’t mean anything-MUUMMPHH” He struggled to speak as the huge arm wrapped around his head, the muscles blocked his view and stink filled his nostrils. He tried to resist but slowly he felt everything slowly go limp. “Ssshhhhhhh-Deep breaths boy” was the last thing he heard. Then everything went black.

When Nigel came to he slowly opened his eyes to see the two large men, .”W-what’s goin’ on?” His voice sounded different, slower even. His vision was blurry and when he tied to stand his body ached so badly he only just managed to move his arm. “Don’t struggle, You ain’t going anywhere mate” One of the men stood up and leaned in, poking his arm and grinning. It felt weird, Nigel wanted to look but could barely turn his head. “You woke up early-ya ain’t done yet” the other lad said as they bro fisted. “My hed hurt” Nigel just managed. His mind was foggy and sluggish.  He gritted his teeth as he pulled hard to get free. He felt like he could feel more, and it was fuzzy. Like he was itchy. The large man reached out, he felt his hand rundown his abs-no wait? It felt larger…was that hair? Something was wrong. Nigel blinked hard, clearing his eyes as he took in the true magnitude of what had happened.

He had a gut?! He tried again to stand and slowly his arms pulled upwards. He wasn’t tied down at all, it was his own weight! He reached down slowly and felt his other arm. It was thick, hairy, huge. He looked down as best he could only to see beard, black and dense, just above that was a huge ball gut, solid with muscle and covered in hair so thick you couldn’t see any skin under it “W-what have you done to me?!” his voice bellowed. It was getting deeper by the second, almost to the point he sounded stupid. “You’ll get used to it freak-got a lot more coming to yay a know” The man helped him stand, grabbing his arm and pulling him up as they both worked to get Nige to his feet. He almost couldn’t believe it. He was at least 7 foot tall, and when he looked down he just saw hair and pits, all joined a sone thick matted layer. “I-I’m ruined! I-JESUS WHAT!?” He gasped as he sniffed his pits and the rank heat almost caused him to be sick.



“Yeah man, ya a freak al right, ya get off on ya own stink and everything ya hairy c#nt” the two blokes both laughed again. Nigel just stood, now sniffing on purpose. He was already getting lost into it. The hairs were wet, moist with stink. Almost yellow. Nigel tried hard to push his beard into the mess to mix the smell. The wet sweaty musk rubbing into his face and sticking to him. His eyes rolled around. “Bro-stink good….” He dumbly muttered as he fumbled around his huge gut with his other hand for his balls.




When he found them, they were growing still, large as base balls and still expanding. He was could feet his belly rubbing on his arm as he pushed around and grabbed hard, yanking the huge orbs around as his nose and beard were stuck into his other pit huffing as much as he could “MMMUUGH-smell man-“ he muffled out from his own hairy prison as the stink spread. His body began to heat up His ass started to drip, the hairs getting longer to hold onto as much dirt and musk as possible. His back matted up, the hairs knotting together uncomfortably, he’d need someone to brush him regularly to avoid it from now on. His pits went from yellow to a dark orange, the hairs almost tanned with musk as his shoulder and beard joined up. He was now covered in a layer of long, beard like pubes from head to toe. Except his head. They shaved him earlier and made sure it wouldn’t grow back.


‘SLAP’ One of the huge men placed a hand on his bald head as he huffed a oinked into his own pit. His muscles still growing as he felt his body tense. Nigel felt his feel push apart, now size 15, then 16, then 17. A true freak! His legs were next, his balls touched both sides, soon they were footballs hanging between his legs and he had to squat just to reach them. His chest got wider, so wide his arms began to lift up from his sides. He tried to keep one down to wank his huge foot long cock and balls but nothing stopped the growth. His arm was pushed aside and he moaned loudly as he stood against the wall. He leant forwards for support and only managed to move his arms a bit. They were clamping together, every huge muscle and hair matted or knotting against him. He couldn’t shower again, he’d need a team of people now. The rank stink was insane, like a teenager locker room gym plus some body builders, maybe even add in some scally socks and stink. It was unimaginable. He was man, a freak like he was calling other people to be.

He stood, his mind now as rank as his body “Need wank cuz-need help’ he looked over at his new best mate, reaching out he grabbed ones hand and pulled him down. “Na bro, you can wank ya self” they laughed. “B-But can’t reach cock…..tooo BIG-BURRRRRRRP!” He burped loudly and uncontrollably as his whole body expanded and solidified. His ass was a block of muscle now as his balls hung in their sack below. He fell against the wall and began to rub his cock and balls against it, rutting like a bear in heat. “Please-must-balls! So HARD BRO!” His voice cracked and dropped into animal tones as he stood, leaving a patch of sweat on the wall as he rubbed without release. He begeed the two men for help, they never did, he was a freak after all. They did sort him food, Nigel had no idea who he was or where he lived anymore. He needed weights, food and a wank. Repeated forever. Eventually his new best mates got him a machine to f#ck him and suck him off but after a few uses he broke it with his huge body, his thick shaft bust the second. Nigel was truly a freak, and lived with two lads who would do everything to make sure he was unwashed and stinking, unable to wank because of his huge size and stuck with the largest cock and balls alive, but too addicted to his pits and unable to reach them to pleasure himself. He never even knew their names.