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Dwarf Daddy Written by Leo_Todrius Supported by my Patrons Sunlight shone down across the city, sparkling through the jade skyscrapers of the elvish district all the way down to the bronze and green trolley cars of the goblin neighborhoods. It was a bright and sunny day, and for Luke Weaver, it was hard to imagine life being much better. He was twenty years old, in college, his sand colored hair was short on the sides and long on top, trapped beneath a backwards baseball cap. His blue eyes were as bright as the Kapa Sea and his body, well, he kept that in prime condition.

Luke strode down the street on the way back to his apartment, his pert lips curled into a smile. He'd had quite the day at school... Maybe not so good as far as classes went, but he'd manage to convince the quarterback of the school to let him fuck him. Luke licked his lips a bit, savoring the memory. Life was good, very good, at least... mostly. As Luke turned the corner, he heard the familiar base beats of some hard core dwarf metal - muffled, but still quite audible, coming from the club next door to his apartment.

The twenty year old slowed a little, reaching up to adjust the gold chain around his neck, looking at the club. Sure, a dwarf club didn't seem QUITE like his scene, but at the same time, he really wanted to try it out. He always heard how amazing the drinks were, and the prices were dirt cheap. He'd tried a fake ID once but it had burst into flame as he got to the door. Luke sighed a little as he kept walking, although the afternoon sunlight sparkled off of something else, something... new.

Sitting in front of the club, pulled up to the curb, was a magnificent, robust, hardy motorcycle. It was clearly built by the dwarves, forged out of amazing metals with a craftsmanship unparalleled. The copper colored exhaust unspooled from the engine, curving and rotating almost like tree branches, coming to the back of the bike. The body looked like it was forged out of blood red steel, and the leather looked worn in but luxuriously comfortable.

Luke sighed a bit wistfully. He was considered a twink by many, thin and beautiful, almost worthy of hanging out with the elves on campus... But he yearned for a bit more of a robust lifestyle. Luke moved over to the bike, admiring it, reaching out to run his hand over the handlebar. As his skin touched the metal, he felt a short shock. Was it static? Was it heat from sitting out in the sun? Or... was it something else?

Luke felt a dull, tingling heat spread through his body, creeping up to his chin and down to his groin. His cock hardened at the tingling, blood flowing in, letting it engorge and swell in his shorts into a mildly inconvenient erection. The tingling on his chin grew more intense, though, as a soft downy layer of stubble pushed out, starting right below his bottom lip and fanning out to cover his entire chin. Tiny blond hairs emerged from the skin, sticking out a half inch.

The twink reached up, running his hand over his chin, feeling the rough embrace of more stubble than he'd ever grown before. His typical smile became something more inquisitive at that, his dark eyebrows arching in intrigue. He looked up the street and then down again. No one was near by. He licked his lips a bit and then reached out to touch the engine of the bike. Again he felt a zap, a tingling, but this time he held on.

A hot breath escaped from Luke's lips as he exhaled, feeling his half-hard erection become fully hard. His pants tented, his cock throbbing and aching, his balls starting to shift. They slowly pushed out of where they had been resting, dropping down, taking up more room. Luke threw his head back, grunting harder, panting as he felt his teeth hardening in his mouth. The stubble covering his chin darkened from sand to tan and then to brown, matching the darker eyebrows he had, contrasting with the hair on his head.

As he held on, his chest started to tingle as well, new stubble forming beneath the gold chain he wore. A blossom of hair spread across his chest, reaching from arm pit to arm pit, filling in with more hair than he'd ever had. He grunted hard, panting, loving the changes. He looked down at the motorcycle's mirror, watching as the hair on his chin pushed out from half an inch to a full inch. It wasn't stubble anymore, no. It was an actual, real, goatee.

The change was intoxicating. Luke knew he didn't look like a twink anymore, he looked like a real man, the kind of man that could have that kind of bike. He took a breath, still shuddering from the pleasure of it all before he swung his leg up over the bike and came down into the seat. The leather cupped his ass, and surprisingly, the bulge in his groin. There seemed to be a sloped curve to the front of the seat built just for it.

As Luke's legs came down on either side of the bike, his bare ankles touched the metal and more energy zapped his skin, traveling into his body. The magic was intense, but Luke didn't let go. He grabbed onto the handlebars, his confident and cocky grin plastered on his face. He shuddered hard, panting, eyes nearly watering as they shifted from blue to brown, matching the Earth itself. He grunted, his shorts straining to contain his cock.

Luke watched as his fingernails turned from their natural pearl color to brown, bronze, and then black... Stubble pushed out of his upper lip, curving around his lips, reaching to the sides before dropping down, blending into the thick goatee he sported. The hairs came out peachy, but soon darkened to brown as they grew out thicker. Tiny wisps spread out over his upper lip, then more followed, the hair getting thicker and longer until his upper lip disappeared beneath the mustache. The strands on the side were amazingly thick as well, dropping down in vertical lines, resting on the goatee.

Breaths came fast and hard as he felt the power ripping through his body. Luke reached for the fly of his shorts, his cock feeling too trapped and confined. He had a little difficulty with the button though. His fingers seemed thicker, shorter... his palm wider but not as long... and his arm was so hairy that the wind was blowing the strands around. Luke realized he wasn't just becoming a man, he was becoming a dwarf man...

Luke swallowed with the first moment of hesitation, but as his fly popped open and his fat, thick, long cock swung out to rest on the motorcycle seat, the hesitation went away. Luke looked down at awe at his master tool. In mere minutes it had doubled in girth and had packed on another inch in length. If he'd fucked the quarterback with that monster, he would have been waddling to practice afterwards.

The twenty year old grabbed onto his rod with his changed, hairy, muscled hand. His fingers were calloused now from a life of hard work and hard living, making them rough and strong. He gave his cock a squeeze, but it felt like it was made of iron. He started stroking off, moaning, writhing, panting hard. The energy from the bike flowed up into his body, filling him with a growing heat.

Beads of sweat formed on Luke's brow as he felt the heat surging through him. His spine and ribs felt like they were on fire in particular, heating up like the dwarven forges of Irohalt. He grunted as he felt like he was sinking closer to the bike, his spine compressing and his ribs tightening. He lost an inch in height, then two. The hem of his shorts sank down towards his ankles, the garments becoming more like capris than normal shorts.

An inferno of heat crossed Luke's cheeks as more stubble burst out, connecting his thick goatee to the sideburns that were pushing out lush and thick. The stubble connected, then grew thicker and longer, pushing out centimeter by centimeter until it was almost uniform with his goatee, turning it all into one thick, robust, enviable beard.

A button popped on Luke's shirt, then another, the collar tearing open to reveal his hairy, meaty chest. What had been modest pectorals before were now thick, beefy slabs of meat. His sleeves grew tight as well until the fabric started to rip out around his biceps, his arms thickening from a life in the mines. Luke threw his head back and growled, his cock surging another inch thicker, then two.

In all of his thrashing, Luke's feet somehow found the foot petals of the bike. His free hand tightened on the handlebar, his feet tilted, and to his surprise the motorcycle roared to life.

A blast of steam erupted from the exhaust pipes, the headlight snapped on with purple light, and the vibration reached into Luke's bones.

What had been a tingling and a mild heat before was now an inferno raging through his formerly weak body. His spine continued to compress, his muscles tightening and thickening, compacting his body and dealing with the changes. Luke's shoes felt so tight, so tight they were painful, and then they started to go. Seams popped, the laces grew tight until they frayed, and finally the soles split loose. His socked feet emerged, though they too had to give out as the feet grew wider and wider.

Cotton snapped like rubber bands, revealing wide, blunt, very large feet with wisps of hair on the toes. The large feet went well with the big hands, giving credit to the massive manhood resting on the front of the bike seat. Luke gnashed his teeth, his brain marinating in the pheromones he was putting off now. He grunted, feeling so good as the afternoon breeze blew through his beard - a beard that was still growing.

The rate at which his goatee had sprouted almost seemed novel compared to his growth now. Inch after inch of brown beard unspooled from his jaw line, longest under his chin, but still bushy and thick on the sides. It surged out of his toughening skin, taking on months of growth in mere moments. His eyebrows thickened, his shirt tore down the back to reveal massive shoulders. Even the legs of his shorts split upwards.

Luke growled, frothing at the mouth, too overcome with lust to realize the front door of the club had opened at the sound of the motorcycle getting turned on. A dwarf youth, no more than twenty one, came storming up the steps and onto the sidewalk. His reddish hair was hidden beneath a bandanna, but his long red beard was braided into a plait that hung down across his chest, stomach, and even past his groin before ending in a reddish tuft. His jaw dropped, the gold earrings in his ear wobbling as he looked at the man on his bike.

Luke had retained a little of his height, coming in at a respectable five foot five. He was tall for most dwarfs, though his beard was still catching up. The hairs dropped down his chest, covering his nipples, sweeping over his tightening stomach. Luke was so frantically working his cock, that he didn't notice at first that the hair was reaching it, splitting out on either side, dropping down past his balls. He looked almost like some sort of diminutive bigfoot for all his hair, his massive cock jutting up through the forest like a spire.

Luke moaned, nearly whimpering as the heat died back and the tingling started to ebb. The sensations of change were dying back, but they still distracted Luke from the fact that he was sitting on someone else's motorcycle, having been reconfigured and transformed into a dwarf.

The owner of the club came storming up the steps, his jaw dropping.

"Red, isn't that your bike?!" The owner asked, glaring at Luke, gnashing his teeth. The twenty one year old blushed beneath his beard and nodded.

"It is, but don't worry, that's just my dwarf daddy. We'll be in in a minute." The younger dwarf explained. The owner looked a little dubious but slowly he retreated inside. Red moved over to the bike, looking up at the beautiful, handsome man on his motorcycle.

Luke's clothing had split out and torn, rendering him nearly naked. His skin was well tanned and had freckles on it, something not many dwarves had. His pecs were meaty, his belly just starting to round but still strong with muscle. He was hairy, and his cock was huge. Red looked at the man of his dreams, surprised the enchantment on the bike had gone quite... that way, but he couldn't deny his own desires either.

Red leaned out, his tongue emerging from his lips. He lapped at the man's cock and Luke moaned - a moan far deeper than he was used to. His brown eyes snapped open just as Red came down around his huge monster cock, bobbing his head up and down. The feel of the lips, the pressure of the tongue, it was heaven. Luke grabbed onto the kid's bandanna clad head with his blunt palm and held him there, letting the boy suck him off. He grunted louder and harder and deeper before his huge balls tugged up, his muscles quivered, and he unleashed a heavy load. The first few spurts were pearly and thin, but they got thicker with each eruption until they were a potent, thick batter of dwarf cum that Red swallowed down greedily.

The two shared their embrace for many minutes until, at last, Luke had no more to spare. Red pulled back, gasping for breath, licking his lips and sighing happily. Luke sat there, turning the bike off after a moment, trying to recollect himself. His blood had been going to every part of his body except his brain. He looked at his hands, his arms, his legs, his cock, his beard, and then finally Red.

"What... What was this?" Luke asked softly.

"The bike has a hex on it..." Red said, "To give anyone that tries to take it what they deserve. I guess you didn't mean any harm." Red said.

"So if I had wanted to steal it?" Luke asked.

"Something really bad." Red replied. Luke grinned a little.

"But now?" Luke asked.

"Well, how about I buy you a drink, sir?" Red asked, eyeing over the newly turned dwarf.

"That sounds great, but I-" Luke froze mid sentence. The drinking age for dwarves was just seventeen, and he felt more mature than he had before, bigger and tougher. He grinned, "I think this dwarf daddy could use more than just one drink." He said, climbing off the bike, slinging a hairy arm around the dwarf biker. Red nearly cooed, leaning into the bigger dwarf's embrace, rosy cheeked and with a tent of his own in his jeans.

The two moved down the steps and disappeared into the club, and in a few moments the heavy metal music started again. The door swung shut and the drinks were plentiful, minutes turning into hours. The sun set, the stars emerged, and fairies floated down the streets on the way to their fae business. When Luke and Red eventually emerged, they were well fed, well bonded, and ready for their new life.

Luke moved over and climbed up onto the bike, getting comfortable before Red slid up in front of him, letting his ass slide back against his daddy's groin. Luke kicked the bike, the engine roaring to life. He glanced out into the street, made sure it was clear, and pulled out. The motorcycle growled loudly as it rumbled down the street, rolling past the now empty apartment that had once been home to a human twink - almost completely happy with his life, almost as happy as he was with his new one.