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"Hey, I'll take a refill!" Barry yelled, perhaps louder than he intended. He was already feeling a steady buzz, but it would take several more drinks before he was finished tonight.

The bartender, shaking his head a little, obliged his host. Pouring another measured level of amber liquid into a glass, he pushed it in the man's direction. He didn't bother to confirm the drink. The man had been in here almost every day for the past couple of weeks. He always ordered the same thing. He'd been generous with tips, at least.

Barry raised the drink in cheers as he took a quick gulp of the bitter liquid. In his early 30's now, Barry had been working as an office drone right out of college. It had paid well enough, and he had a moderately priced car, a house, and a relatively decent portfolio of stocks and retirement savings. It was the American dream, so to speak. He should have been happy.

But it was becoming evident Barry lacked something to attain true happiness. He had achieved a relatively high position within his company, but there was no room for further advancement without blood ties to the C.E.O.'s. What was the point?

Beyond work, he had few goals or aspirations. He did desire to pursue women, He had no luck with women, no matter what his income might have offered him. Hell, he wasn't actually looking for the white-picket-fence and two and a half children or anything. But a good lay once in a while would be a welcome reprieve from the daily monotony!

And so, he found himself frequenting this bar, intoxicated by the brief reprieve the liquor provided him. There was always the slim hope he might hook up within these walls, but it was a fleeting thought. It was all he had as of late, but for the time being, it was enough.

Barry looked up to see the barkeeper's watchful gaze. The burly man wasn't making a show of it, nor was he trying to hide his curiosity about the drunk office worker who came in here almost every night. Barry tried to avert his eyes, but he could tell the man had already seen his notice. Sighing, Barry took another swing before asking, "So, here to offer me advice?"

"You don't seem like the kind of man with a problem I can advise," the big man said as he cleaned a glass in hand with that stereotypical circular motion. It was cliche, Barry knew. But there really weren't any other customers in the area for the guy to attend. Fuck, he still didn't want to pour his heart out to this guy!

"Then, why are you here?" Barry asked with a little more malice than he intended.

"Why don't you tell me?" The bartender asked, evidently hoping to see where the conversation would lead them.

Barry gave the man a once over, noting the beefy barkeep's concerned expression. Shit, he really did embody the fucking stereotype. Did he really have nothing better to do than butt into someone else's business?

"Can't a man fucking drink in peace?" Barry asked, clearly getting pissed off now.

In truth, he was more pissed at how annoying office politics had been of late. But that was the bullshit of the business. Barry didn't want to bitch about it to a stranger. It was the life he chose. All Barry wanted was a good night with a relatively attractive woman, which wasn't in the cards for him. But he could at least be afforded the luxury to get drunk without someone getting in his business. He was a paying customer, after all!

"In my experience, a man doesn't come here to drink in peace," The bartender replied, seeming to busy himself with menial tasks near Barry's seat.

Barry snorted. What was this fucker's deal? Barry looked around with obvious intent, trying to find someone, anyone he could point out that the bartender would do better 'helping'. To his chagrin, the establishment was nearly empty. A few tables sat occupied in the back, but their patrons all still held half-finished drinks. Barry sighed again, cursing his luck. Didn't anyone else need to get drunk tonight?

"Look, my work is shit, OK? And I can't score if my life depended on it! Not with any women I've ever met. So, yeah, all I've got is getting drunk in this shit-hole!" He said with a raised voice, downing the rest of his drink in one gulp. He slammed the glass down on the table, motioning for the bartender to get him another. The nosy man could at least be useful for that!

The bartender walked over and poured another beverage, keeping his polite demeanor despite Barry's reaction. Barry figured the fucker just wanted to get a better tip. If that asshole kept to himself for the rest of the night, Barry might do just that!

Barry regarded the fresh drink he was passed for a moment, waiting for the gurgle in his guts to settle. Then, he took the glass and downed the warm, bitter liquid with a single gulp, not bothering to savor it. The alcohol burned on the way down, but Barry could hardly feel it now. He figured this might do the job, but he was prepared for a few more if need be!

The rumbling in his stomach made him aware he was getting more than a little buzzed now. He was usually immune to the discomfort of alcohol consumption, but tonight he'd been a little too quick in downing his drinks. Barry couldn't help but let out an audible belch to relieve the gas in his belly. He would have been embarrassed, but he was too buzzed to care. And there was hardly anyone else in here, right?

To his dismay, the ambient noise in the establishment silenced, and Barry looked around, sure that it was his bodily function that was the cause. His paranoia was confirmed by the occupants of the few filled tables that were all trying to avert their gaze as he regarded him. It looked like a group of women in their thirties, likely having a lady's evening or the like. Barry knew what they thought!

Normally, Barry would have made his retreat, but the alcohol had emboldened him. He figured, foolishly, he might as well seize the moment!

"Hey ladies! You like what you see? There's plenty enough to go around!" He yelled, followed by a second audible burp.

All of the women, in turn, rolled their eyes and went back to their drinks, evidently disgusted by the show. Barry should have expected such a reaction, but the booze was having an ill effect on his psyche. He was feeling entitled. So what if he was drunk off his ass! He had money, and he wasn't that bad looking. Who were they to reject him?

"What?! You all have a problem? Mind your own damn business!" Barry yelled, going back to his drink to take another gulp. "Fucking jackasses, " he muttered before realizing his glass was empty.

He wanted to slam it down again to gather the bartender's attention, but before he could, the bartender was back with another drink. This liquid was dark, a little thick, and carried an aroma of hay or barley. Barry looked up at the bartender, wanting to tell him to fuck off, but the bartender's words stopped him.

"I think I finally see what it is you are lacking. Here, I think this will help! It's on the house!" said the man as he presented Barry with the beverage.

"What is it?" Barry asked, slurring his words. His previous pissed off reaction was gone, replaced by curiosity. Why was he getting a free drink for acting like a jackass?

"Old family recipe, guaranteed to bring you the fortune you've been lacking. As an added bonus, it works well as a 'hair of the donk'! Or is it 'dog'? Whatever!" the man said with that cheery demeanor that pissed Barry off to no end.

Clearly recognizing the man's confusion, the bartender only smiled down at him. "You need an escape from your job and better luck with your love life, right? This will do the trick! Not that I don't enjoy your patronage!" Exclaimed the man before finally walking away.

Barry was about to inquire about the meaning of the man's words. Yet soon, in his inebriated state, he realized he just didn't give a fuck. Taking another sniff of the foul-looking fluid was fruitless in discerning anything specific. Surely, it wasn't poisoned or anything.

Barry figured what the fuck, and took a swing. The liquor was at first tasteless, but as it ran down his throat, Barry was overcome with the aftertaste of wheat and nearly coughed. As it lingered in his throat, however, he found the taste started to grow on him. Barry took another gulp, the flavor somehow even better the second time. He'd never had anything so tasty!

The bartender gave him a knowing glance, and Barry actually smiled, raising his glass in thanks as he downed the rest of it. He wanted to order another, but his facilities were diminishing, and he wasn't sure it was the best move, given his state of intoxication.

Besides, his head was swimming, images of the women floating through his thoughts. But they weren't women. They were big, firm with muscle and massive...wait, what? It was nice. Barry wanted to get a little closer to the figures, maybe touch. Their bodies were so hairy, with nice, big ears...

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The blaring sound of his alarm jarred Barry from his sleep, and Barry sat upright suddenly, confused to find himself in his own bed. The last thing he recalled was drinking at his dive bar. The period between then and now was a total blur. Fuck, that final drink must have been potent shit!

Barry rose slowly, expecting a pounding headache. He'd had the foolish notion to drink mid workweek. Yet, to Barry's surprise, he felt rather good. Well, not hungover at least. He dimly recalled the bartender's words of 'hair of the dog,' and figured that last drink was some kind of hangover cure. How considerate!

Some annoying sensations were plaguing his body that was not the norm proceeding a night of binge drinking. His entire body felt stiff and sore, more akin to an evening of working out rather than that of alcohol consumption. His stomach felt bloated, distended, and his skin itched fiercely like he'd used too much fabric softener on his bedsheets. Even rubbing at his skin insistently did not seem to alleviate the irritations.

Barry hurried to his morning routine, taking longer in the bathroom than he'd preferred. Soon, he was dressed and ready and would likely make it to work on time, unless traffic was a bitch. Usually forgoing breakfast in favor of a caffeine infusion, Barry found himself inexplicitly hungry. He tried his best to ignore the pangs erupting from his belly but found that the sensation of his rumbling stomach soon became impossible to ignore. Frantically, Barry scoured his apartment for anything to sate his appetite. Due to long hours in the office, most of his meals were take-out, and he lacked anything substantial on hand.

Groaning, he forced himself and his empty stomach in the car and headed into work. Barry hoped he could stave off the hunger, but its intensity was becoming unbearable. He made his way to the nearest fast food place, ordering a breakfast meal. Stopped in the parking lot, he devoured his sandwich in a few bites. His coffee was also downed in a few sips despite the heat from the beverage. Barry was awarded a disconcerting belly rumble from the rapid intake of greasy food and caffeine, but, for now, at least, there was some relief.

Getting back on the road, Barry felt himself growing impatient, stuck in the usual morning traffic jams. Today, for some reason, the wait made him rather anxious, despite the distractions of the podcasts he normally listened to. Unconcerned about being late to work, Barry could not place the source of the nervousness. If Barry didn't know any better, he might assume he was claustrophobic in his car.

The longer he sat in the car seat, the more the aches and pains plaguing his body became an annoyance. He had to struggle to keep his foot on the pedal, plagued by the strange tingling of his food falling asleep. Stiff muscles made moving his arms to work the steering wheel more of a chore than he was accustomed to. The fact that his shirt had started off tight around his shoulders and chest like it had barreled out somewhat overnight did little to help matters. Geez, he either had to lay off the booze or update his wardrobe!

The stifling car made Barry hot and itchy, sweat staining his underarms and making him embarrassed. Much to his chagrin, a peculiar odor started wafting through the car, one that made him nearly gag. It resembled his own sweaty B.O. but carried another quality that made him nauseous. It was a heady smell, reminiscent of a barn, with notes of wheat that reminded him of the scent of the beverage he'd drank last night. He was clearly sweating it out, but it was RANK.

Barry rolled down his window but was immediately assaulted by the sounds of traffic and the outside world. Everything was much louder than he was accustomed to, even so much as to make his ears twitch to avoid sensory overload! He promptly decided the smell in the car was preferable.

Yet the longer he remained in the car, the easier it was to put the stench out of his mind. It soon became part of the background, and Barry even began to find its presence was relaxing. It carried a familiar quality that brought with it the feeling of safety and home. So enraptured with the musky odor, Barry almost missed the flow of traffic starting up, startled by the angry honks of vehicles behind him.

Finally, Barry was able to make it to his familiar parking garage spot. Getting out of the car and breathing the fresh air was a welcome experience. He shook his head, trying to eliminate the effects of the miasma on his mind. The unusual, heady scent in the car was far more intense than he was accustomed to. Frankly, it made his head dizzy.

As Barry entered the building, his stomach groaned audibly. Another few steps made him aware of a trembling in his bowels and an insistent need to make it to a restroom. To his chagrin, checking his phone revealed a tirade of angry messages. He simply let his boss know he was making his best haste. Barry cursed himself for the greasy breakfast that threatened to make him even later for his shift!

After twenty minutes of discomfort, Barry was finally ready to leave the bathroom. He sincerely hoped no one needed to use this restroom in the foreseeable future. The stench he had left behind reminded him once again of a barnyard, and it didn't disappear, even after flushing several times. It seemed fast food really didn't agree with him!

Work was shitty today, more so than usual. Barry had a hard time concentrating on the tasks at hand. The numbers in his spreadsheets made no sense, and more than once, he had to stop and study them several times, putting him well behind his expected schedule. Worse, his thoughts kept drifting to the dreams from last night, and embarrassingly, he realized several times that he was sporting visible wood in his work pants.

His hangover wasn't helping matters, the pounding in his head finally catching up to him. It seemed that 'hair of the dog' shit wasn't real, after all! It was as though his skull was being compressed, his brain and eyes being squeezed by the pressure.

The pain was actuated by a dull ache in his ears, particularly at their tips. He had to stop and rub them several times, noticing their surface was longer than he was accustomed to. Was he maybe sick beyond what a night of drinking could be responsible for?

Lunch could not come soon enough, and Barry was distraught to feel the same intense rumbling in his stomach from before. Thankfully, there was an office function today that provided a free luncheon for anyone in attendance. To Barry's chagrin, the meal was mostly veggie platters and finger foods, something he was normally avoidant of. Yet today, for some reason, he found the treats mouth-watering.

Forgoing the usual pleasantries towards those in attendance, Barry made his way immediately to the trays of carrots and celery stalks, crunching them down without bothering with the provided dips. Almost ravenous with his need, Barry ate handful after handful, barely allowing himself time to swallow before taking another bite. His meal attracted stares by those gathered, but Barry paid them little mind, more focused on filling the gnawing hole in his stomach.

Stomach finally satisfied, for the time being, Barry allowed himself to pay attention to the others present at the luncheon. He felt a little out of place, given his display of peculiar eating habits, but nonetheless ended up chatting with a few of the guys he knew. They were talking about some sports team season, something Barry had no interest in. Yet he did derive some bizarre sense of comfort being in their presence.

Barry's thoughts drifted as he stood there, finding it nearly impossible to concentrate on what was being said. He slowly became aware of a particular scent in the air that was of far more interest. It carried with it a note of the musk from his car, but it was far more potent and elicited a pleasurable sensation that emanated from his groin. He found himself sniffing audibly and quickly forced himself to try and hide the inappropriate behavior. Yet the more he stood in the presence of the odor, the more difficult it became to avoid his desire for more of it.

"Hey, what's your problem?" a voice said, breaking Barry out of his trance. He met the man's eyes and gazed down at his crotch, which was sporting a rather impressive boner. Immediately, he blushed, excusing himself as he walked away. The muttered whispers served to accentuate his already present shame.

Barry returned to his station with a disappointed glare from his floor's supervisor, Gerald. Who the fuck named their kid Gerald in this day and age, anyway?! He was never a fan of the young, late twenties man brought in fresh from his first managerial job at another company. Barry hated that office politics bullshit. Fuck if they ever even thought to give anyone within the company a promotion. They always chose to bring people in from the outside!

Sitting in his open-concept cubicle, Barry had a clear view of all of his co-workers, which was just another in a long list of reasons he hated working here. It was supposed to promote some sense of teamwork within his floor or some bullshit. In reality, it just meant that all his nosey co-workers could pry into his business.

The afternoon dragged on painstakingly, partly due to the monotony, and in part due to his increasing discomfort. The stiffness in his joints had increased ten-fold, as though Barry had partaken in a triathlon the prior day. Not like Barry even had time, preoccupied with this shitty-ass job and the stress it caused him!

His middle fingers seemed to have swelled, and they kept getting in the way of his typing. The aches in his fingers and palms didn't help matters. Something underneath him caused his ass irritation, and he had to readjust himself on the chair several times to try and make himself comfortable.

His skin still prickled with itching hair, making him warm and sweaty in the sweltering heat of the office. The smell wafting off his body was rank, far worse than it had been in the car. Barry had to stifle a cough a few times from the stifling odor! He needed to shower.

Worst of all, Barry kept uncontrollably sneezing from an irritation caused by a loose, rubbery sensation in his lips and nose. He had to stop and blow his nose several times, which slowed down his work pace even further. Fucking early fall cold!

Gerald eventually caught sight of his snuffles and made his way over, meeting Barry's eyes. Barry tried to look away and appear busy, but he knew it wasn't enough to avoid getting an earful from his boss.

Barry looked up expectantly when the sight of his boss's features caught his eye. He'd never noticed it before, but the man before him was rather...handsome. His square jaw, angular features, well-kept suit, and decent body tone were all powerfully attractive. He'd never stopped to stare at the man aesthetically, but Barry found his gaze transfixed as Gerald approached. Everything about the man's body was just so pleasing!

Only when Gerald was beside his desk did the blot on Barry's pants caught Barry's attention. Much to his embarrassment, his cock was at full attention once more. The sight of the stain should have surprised him; it was far lower down his leg than his erection should have allowed. At the moment, Barry was only embarrassed to have such needy wood in the presence of his boss!

Barry did his best to hide his length under the table before Gerald could see. Despite the suddenness of his movement, Gerald seemed not to have noticed. Still, Barry could feel it tugging on his pants, the head leaking even more from the proximity to the muscled man.

A slight musk covered the man, one that Barry could detect even under the man's cologne. Fuck, Gerald even SMELLED better close up! It was more pungent than the scent he'd discovered in the air during the luncheon. Barry attributed it to the man's virility. Such a specimen would exude a potent male musk!

It was then that Barry realized what he was thinking. Not only was he turned on by the guy, but it was the man's smell that was arousing him. What the fuck was wrong with him?! Did that drink make him a faggot?

Yet he couldn't deny the effect the musk was having on him. Gerald was a little sweaty as well, amplifying his male pheromones. It took every ounce of willpower for Barry not to raise his head and drink it in. Even the thought of sniffing the man's stench made him leak into his pants!

Gerald was tapping his foot now, waiting impatiently for Barry's attention. "Not feeling well today, Mr. Porter?" Gerald asked in that no-nonsense way that usually grated on Barry's nerves. Yet today, he found the man's words domineering. The way Gerald took charge was absolutely arousing!

"Y-yeah... a bit of a cold...I think?" Barry looked up, a dreamy look in his eyes. Part of his being wished the man would notice or even reciprocate. The other part screamed at him in fear for his sexuality and what it would mean if the man shared his desires!

His expressions were lost, however, much to Barry's salvation. "Well, next time, use your sick days, so we can replace you," Gerald said as he walked away. Even the man's swagger was sexy!

The encounter left Barry a little shaken. He'd been so sure of his sexuality before today. True, he hadn't had a girlfriend in months, work keeping him too busy. But he was into women. He was sure of it. He had never gotten turned on by his boss! What was it today that made the arrogant man so attractive?

Worst of all, the man's stench still lingered in the air around his desk, and Barry could no longer resist the urge to sniff aggressively. Each breath sent shivers into his loins, despite his initial distaste at the thoughts. His cock was hard in his pants, and it was a Herculean task not to pull it out and stroke it right then and there.

Its head was pushing insistently at the fabric of his pants, throbbing even from that contact. It was well out his underwear, its girth making a distinct impression. Barry sneaked a glance at it a few times, noting with some alarm that it was much longer than it had been. The stain reached halfway towards his knee, clearly not the cock he was accustomed to. Was he so gay that he could achieve arousal beyond anything he'd thought possible with his physiology?

Barry did his best to keep it in his pants and carry on with his tasks. He barely got anything done and figured that he'd be called in for a meeting on productivity. Yet the concern about his job did not dim the thoughts of lust crawling over his mind. He couldn't even fight the urge to stare at his boss whenever Gerald patrolled the floor.

Finally, the workday was done, and Barry was able to drag his way to his car. He was starving, despite his belly being distended from the huge meal he'd eaten earlier. Barry felt bloated and a little gassy, much to his chagrin as Barry wrinkled his nose from the pungent odor. Worse, his clothes felt too tight over his body, as though perhaps he'd added a few pounds during his shift. Why had he eaten so much at lunch?

He passed his familiar dive bar on the way home but thought better of drinking tonight. He might really be getting sick, and besides, his body had other needs tonight. The ache in his pants was getting insistent. He'd have to touch himself when he got home, despite what his heterosexuality told him about thinking of a man during the act. Besides, it had been forever he'd taken the night to jerk off!

Dinner was a mix of veggies that he'd hastily mixed into a salad. A quick dip into a grocery store provided the necessary ingredients. His bloated body and gassy reactions received a few stares, but he mostly ignored them. At least it took his mind off the temptation to eat everything right in the store before paying!

It took every ounce of willpower for him not to eat his meal before he prepared it properly. Drool dripped from his lips the moment his eyes feasted on the plain salad he had made. The scent of the food was intoxicating, and his face was in the bowl before he knew what was happening. His thoughts were lost in the primal act, only focused on filling the ache in his belly.

Awareness only returned when the bowl before him was empty, and his lips were wet with lettuce and salvia. Barry should have been disgusted when a hearty belch escaped his lips, but he simply found he was still hungry. He made his way into the kitchen, eating the remaining lettuce off the stalk until the rumbling in his belly was finally satisfied.

Another belch announced his relief, bringing his attention to how tight his shirt had become. Barry looked down to see his work shirt stained and dirtied by his meal. Worse than that was how big his belly had bloated. He could see it sticking out from under the shirt, rounded and thick. Was it hairier than before?

His fingers rubbed the warm flesh, noting that his treasure trail was indeed thicker. It felt like the prickling hairs were growing at his touch. Barry felt momentarily worried, but rubbing the skin further alleviated that fear. It became exciting to envision how hairy he was going to be if this kept up. Barry was more like a bear than a man now! No man he wanted would be able to resist him!

The belch had brought up remnants of his meal, but it was hardly able to overpower the musky odor that had been a part of him all day. Though he'd grown accustomed to it, Barry was still aware the stench wafting off his form was ever-present, and he'd likely need a shower. Besides, his clothes were getting painfully annoying, and he desperately wanted to be free of them!

His shirt was pulled taut by his expansive belly, and pulling it off without tearing it took great effort. He was sure a few of the seams came loose in the process, but he didn't care. The moment he was naked, the stench of his sweaty hide assaulted his senses 10-fold, making him a little dizzy. It was more potent than any B.O. he'd experienced. Accustomed to it or not, he needed that shower!

The warm water hitting his skin refreshed him, and Barry let himself relax as he soaped himself up. The washcloth caught on his skin, and a quick inspection reported the thicker hair had not been limited to his belly. In some places, he could barely see the skin! Stranger still, any bare skin seemed dark, almost black, and leathery to the touch. Had it been that way before?

Barry's fingers continued playing over his skin, his sore muscles protruding against his touch as though they had swelled significantly. He was bigger all over, though the fat he was accustomed to seemed to overlay firm, packed meat that had been absent on his frame. Even with the obvious weight gain, the thought of being more muscular was appealing!

In the process of washing, his seeking hands eventually found the growth that had been plaguing his backside, a bump sticking several inches from his tailbone. The moment his fingers played over it, it jumped of its own accord, sending shivers up his spine. The sensation should have shocked him, but Barry found the flesh was sensitive, particularly around the base. A deep moan slipped from his lips as he continued to caress the tender skin.

Even through his self-discovery, Barry couldn't help but notice how insistent his erection had become. It was hard to see his growth with the steam in the bathroom. The weight in his balls and his throbbing shaft seemed to indicate a change in his set of tackle. Curious, Barry removed his hand off the new backside growth and began to stroke his member.

"Oh, FuAAAWWWWk," Barry moaned, a distinctly deeper baritone escaping from his lips. Never before had such the briefest touch to his member been as tantalizing as at this very moment!

Both hands moved down to encircle his rod, and Barry moaned again, leaning back against the wall. He could feel his cock throb from his contact, the entire surface raw with the need to be stimulated. It was as though the slightest touch was enough to make his member grow. He could feel the circumference swelling outward, a pleasant tingling that signaled its length was preparing to add another inch.

Eagerly, his skilled digits traced their way across the turgid expanse of his cock. Even in the warm water, the sticky fluid it oozed clung to his hands. Barry was undeterred, viewing his precum as a sign of his lust and vitality. Eagerly, he groped the flesh, trying to force more fluid from his cock. Never in recent memory had his arousal been so potent!

Even as he masturbated his sex, Barry could feel it growing, begging for stimulation. He was sure he was already at full mast, yet his penis seemed to unfurl even more at his touch. It was as though every stroke pumped more blood and fluid into his penis, preparing it for the explosion to come. Each stroke forced the flesh to expand, as though his genitals were crying out to him, begging for an orgasm.

A warm, thick patch of skin met his touch, and Barry was surprised that his foreskin seemed to peel away as he stroked his rod. The flesh of his cockhead was fully exposed now, and to Barry's shock, he could fit his digits all the way into it, down to the base! Barry let himself fall into the sensation, never experiencing such tactile delights in all his life.

A trailing hand managed to cup his balls and alleviate the slight weight playing over them. The flesh seemed leathery in some places, covered with a light coat of hair that had been absent just this morning. The more he played over the skin of his ballsack, the more the leathery texture seemed to spread. Yet the course flesh and fur only served to allow rougher teases and more adequate stimulation.

Gently, Barry grouped his balls, feeling his weighty orbs. The testes within did not seem to correlate to their human counterparts, feeling more the size of grapes than their previous stature. Never had Barry realized how...full they were. The testicles within seemed to swell with cum, needing to burst forth with their burden.

The growth above his ass twitched in excitement, and Barry forced it against the tile in a bid for more stimulation. The extension lifted, and, in shock, Barry could feel the bare skin of his anus rubbing against the smooth surface. He yelped; his anus had not been that high on his backside, had it?

A seeking hand moved from his ballsack towards his asshole, curious to explore its contours. He gasped as his fingers seemed to sink inside his opening as though his anus was desperate for penetration. Thoughts of his boss's glorious member excited him, the homosexual urges more erotic than anything he ever knew!

For now, the needs in his cock took the most precedence. His turgid girth throbbed in agony, begging for stimulation. An unfamiliar ring of flesh granting a foothold for his ministrations as he found a rhythm, still struggling with the monster penis he now possessed. Its glans seemed to mutate as Barry explored, the tip flattened while the cleft melded into the shaft. His hands seemed to be crafting his penis into a form far from the human shape Barry held all his life!

Yet he didn't care. All it would take were a few more simple strokes to send him into the orgasmic bliss he craved. Nothing else mattered but the bestial appendage and all the pleasure it could grant him!

"Fuck...Yes...HHHAAAWWWWWWW!" Barry yelped as his cock unloaded, and thick wads of stinking spunk coated his shower. He nearly fell down in the tub as torrents of jism covered his hairy body. Not even the pounding water was sufficient to clean him as his cock continued to spew its burden.

The force of his release left Barry exhausted, and he barely had the energy to get out of his shower. The stench of body odor was amplified by the reek of cum, but it didn't bother him. In fact, the primal male stink served to rouse his cock from an unexpectedly warm home.

Glancing down, Barry was greeted with the sight of a brown-furred cocoon attached to his groin. He should have been alarmed that he now owned a bestial sheath, a mottled, leathery shaft, and the flattened cockhead. It looked more fit for a farm beast than the human member Barry had before. Yet all he could focus on was how much pleasure it had granted him!

The sight of something waving in his periphery gave him pause. A gentle touch to the sides of his head made his ears shiver unexpectedly. Barry was shocked to discover new muscles underneath them that allowed them a modicum of movement. Focusing on his new abilities, Barry tried twisting them back and forth, marveling at their new range of motion.

Distracted by the sensations they granted, Barry was hardly bothered by the mirrored visage of flared nostrils in front of his face or the peppering of facial hair dotting his previously clean-shaven skin. It was impossible to deny how handsome he looked!

Suddenly yawning, Barry exposed buck teeth still stained from the greens of his meal. They seemed thicker than before, and the slimy sheen over his yelled dentures was not present this morning. Part of his mind was slightly concerned over the bizarre alterations, but he found it hard to hold those thoughts. His belly was full, his balls were empty, and he was tired and needed sleep. What more was there?

Even in his stupor, Barry was able to make it to his bed. Though the moment his hairy skin hit the covers, he flinched, the fabric irritating him. Barry eventually opted to lie atop his blankets, rolling around several times. Such a position should have been uncomfortable, but he was asleep far faster than even his usual drunken nights.

Barry's sober dreams were surprisingly vivid. He found himself outside, in a large grassy field. He was naked, save for a thick covering of hair over his body. He paid the nudity no mind since he was in the presence of others, all as naked as he. And to Barry's excitement, all of them were male!

Even in the dream, Barry could feel his cock extend, eager to mate with the massive males he found himself with. Though each was preoccupied with grazing, one of the erect men was willing to raise his tail to present his need. Wait, tail? Barry should have been concerned, but the sight of a thick, meaty pucker beckoned his cock to fill it.

To Barry's excitement, a thick nose began sniffing his asshole, and Barry felt his own tail rise in anticipation. Barry grunted as a fat cock was shoved into his tight pucker, forcing him towards the gaping male ass hole that had enraptured his attention. The sensations shot through his body like a rocket, the prostate stimulation making every thurst more erotic.

Soon he was settled into a rhythm, taking cock from both ends as a thick, inhuman shaft was thrust into his face. It smelled better than the grass around him, and he reached out to taste it with rubbery lips. Nothing he had ever experienced was more arousing, and he was unable to hold out against the onslaught of sensations-

"HHHHEEEEHHHHAAAWWWW!" He brayed, feeling his cock jerking uncontrollably. He was wide awake in time to feel his throbbing meat shooting its burden all over his furry body and the blankets.

Barry shivered a few times, his cock blowing its load without having even touched himself. Evidently, the stimulation of slapping against his belly in tandem with the erotic thoughts was enough to bring blessed release. His cock continued to jerk, oozing out several thick, smelly bursts as he emptied his balls.

Even after his cock burbled out its last bit of cum, Barry was forced to lay there, reveling in the sensations of post-orgasm. His entire body shivered with pleasure, his flesh rippling as a sense of calm washed over his mind.

The scents in the room were heavy, the sweat and musk he had acquired evidently not erased by the shower. Though the more pungent odor was leaking out of his cock, coating his belly and chest white sticky seed. He hadn't recalled his ejaculate being so rank before, but Barry had to admit, it wasn't unwelcome. It gave him a sense of purpose to cum and spill his seed. If only he had a male to breed with...

The sound of his alarm jarred him from his thoughts, and he realized that in his distracted state, he'd forgotten to inform work of his illness. Trying to stand, Barry realized that the aches and pains plaguing his body had only worsened overnight. His back felt stiff, leaving him hunched over. Thankfully, the growth above his ass had extended, allowing him to balance as he hobbled towards his dresser.

Barry knew he should call into work today. His condition had obviously not improved. Yet the image of Gerald in his mind made his cock rise from its warm home. He was still powerfully horny, despite his recent release. The thought of smelling the man's pungent pheromones once more stuck in his mind as Barry struggled to gather his clothes.

Regarding the shower, the scents wafting off his sweaty body beckoned Barry towards it. He couldn't go to work smelling like this. But was he dirty? He did smell, but it wasn't so bad now that he'd gotten used to it. And he showered last night, right? The idea of hot water didn't seem so appealingly across his fur this morning. Damp hair reeked worse than his natural musk!

Ignoring the intense irritation against his flesh, Barry forced himself to don his clothes. Some part of his mind was certain they were required for the workday and that he wouldn't be able to greet his supervisor without them. The fabric was hell against his hairy flesh, but Barry managed. They were painfully tight all over, especially around his chest, belly, and ass. Their presence made his movement restrictive, every step threatening to pop a few of the seams.

Soon, familiar hunger pangs started plaguing his guts, and Barry was thankfully he'd purchased a large quality of lettuce. This time, he didn't even bother to make a salad. He bit into his meal with gusto, not even leaving the stalks behind in the quest to sate his hunger. Soon nothing was left, save the remnants of lettuce dripping from his drooling maw. Yet Barry was only thankful that his belly was full for the time being.

Barry was in no state to attend work. His face and clothes were filthy, and his sweat and musk hung cloyingly around him. His shirt barely covered his bulging belly, rushing up towards his pecs. His pants barely concealed the growth above his ass, though his receding butt cheeks did provide extra room. His slacks were tight around his bulging calves, and longer ankles did not accommodate their cuffs. His feet were far too large to fit in his shoes, his middle toes bulbous and numb against the leather.

Yet Barry's dull perceptions were only focused on reacquainting himself with the delectable scents in the office from yesterday. His cock throbbed from the thought, pressing against his slacks and leaving a leaking stain. He needed to release with that scent entrenched in his nose. Despite how horny he'd been the past evening, it paled in comparison to the pleasure the company of his boss promised!

Getting to his car, Barry felt a little dizzy, as though slightly buzzed. Thankfully, muscle memory from years of commuting allowed his safe travel to his workplace. Traffic was again slow, but the musty smells of his own body odor kept him in a placid state even in the confined space.

The aches and pains continued to plague his body, making him shift in the car seat several times. The thing above Barry's ass was twitching, seeming to take more space in the back of his pants and making him uncomfortable. At one point, the sensation of his asshole brushing against the fabric made him leap. The sudden swerve of the steering wheel nearly made him go off the road!

Images of Gerald flooded his mind all the while, the stain on his pants showing his arousal. The homosexual urges should have disturbed him, but all Barry could think about was Gerald's naked form in his mind. The man's toned body was a fabrication of Barry's horned psyche but still left Barry stuck in his daydream. Regardless of how true it was to reality, there was no denying how much the man's smell would do it for him!

After an excruciating ride, Barry parked and got out of his car, rubbing his sore back as he did so. His gut seemed to stick out from under his work shirt, no matter how much he pulled it down. In the attempt, his fingers brushed over hair that had spread from his treasure trail, peppering the skin. Rubbing the flesh around his pecs revealed even more hair. That hadn't been there last night, had it?

The irritating itch made it difficult for Barry to remember why he needed to wear clothes as he got into the elevator. He always wore clothes heading into the office before, but never had they bothering him so much! Besides, didn't he eventually want to get naked with Gerald?

Imagining his boss naked sent a shiver into Barry's loins once more, eliciting a sensual moan despite being in earshot of others in his building. His leaking cockhead pressed against the front of his pants, its outline clearly visible. The images were still firmly on his mind as he strode into the office, not noticing the stares of his co-workers. He was proud of his boner and how horny its sight would make his would-be lover!

Barry's ears twitched to take in the hushed whispers, difficult to discern in his distracted state. Words like 'packing', 'slob', 'freak', and other such expressions of disgust should have bothered him. In his hyper-focused state, he didn't care.

Getting to his desk, Barry flared his nostrils a few times, digging for any trace of the scent from yesterday. To his delight, a few molecules of his boss's pheromones lingered in the air, sending shivers through his cock. Yet it was a far cry from smelling them in person!

Barry's eyes scoured the office, looking for any signs of his quarry. Yet Gerald didn't seem to be around, despite his nearly perfect record of punctuality. The despair was evident in his posture as Barry continued to sit in his chair, gazing longingly at the door. He only wanted his muscled Adonis to show himself!

Eventually, his patience ran out."Hheeey! Gerald in?" Barry yelled out, his tone heavier than he'd expected. Though he'd preferred to be modest, the needy notes did not escape his voice.

The room went silent for an eternity before the woman closest to him responded. "He's at a meeting right now. I'd get cleaned up before he goes back. Ever hear of a shower before?" she said mockingly, followed by a chorus of laughter from a few others from the room.

Their disapproval was stifling, making Barry squirm in the seat. How dare they mock him?! If he wanted to show up for work, musky to attract his mate, that was his choice! He stubbornly clung to the anger, growing more irritated as their laugher carried on.

"Whhhaaawwets wrong with how I look!?" Barry yelled, pissed off at what the woman was insinuating. Yet the quality of his voice made him pause. Had his voice always been that deep?

The woman muttered something about not wanting to cause drama, telling Barry he should shut up and get to work. His ears lowered themselves to match his fear and rage. He didn't bother to respond.

The morning struggled on for an eternity, Barry staying in his cubicle and doing his best to focus on work. He was so behind from yesterday, and the numbers and spreadsheets made even less sense now. Why was he tasked to do such things?

His fingers were even stiffer than the prior day. As he tried to type and enter data, Barry became painfully aware that his middle digits were so large they got in the way. Were they perhaps longer, or were the other digits shorter? Either way, it made completing the workday impossible.

He tried to flex them a few times to work out the stiffness, but each digit, save the middle fingers, was unusually immobile. Thankfully, he kept some cream in his drawer, but getting the cap off and implementing it was a bothersome task. Even after waiting a few minutes, the cream seemed to have no effect on the stiffness. Applying it to his swollen middle digits also provided no relief. The tips were numb, the skin hard and calloused. And were his nails always this thick and blackened?

Not only did his job seem to make no sense, but the confining cubicle made him nervous. He belonged in an open area, with the wind and sky over him. This place was too small for his body. He wasn't free to walk around, grazing, or interacting with his herd. Wait, herd?

Barry shook his head a few times, ignoring how annoying his floppy ears were against his head. Where were the intrusive thoughts coming from? He didn't think of his co-workers as anything other than people he hated interacting with. They certainly weren't... and why was it when the word 'herd' came to mind, that he suddenly felt so relaxed? They weren't his herd. Then where was...?

His rumbling stomach took precedence, and Barry got up, his back stiff and making the movement difficult. His shirt was stretched, and Barry could feel the warm air playing over his exposed belly. But all he could focus on was the hunger plaguing him. He hadn't had the foresight to pack a lunch, though with how much he'd eaten the day prior, he didn't have any greens left at home.

To his dismay, there was nothing in the office that could satisfy his hunger, no matter how much he sniffed. Barry's seeking nose played over the papers at his deck, and for a moment, their bland scent was enough to attract his attention. Before he knew what he was doing, several papers were in his mouth, his saliva coating them as he started to chew. The taste was off; his tongue could pick up the sickening flavors of ink that almost made him spit them out. But at the moment, it was better than nothing!

Several disgusted looks from his colleagues made Barry decide it was a better idea to leave the office and find food elsewhere. Once out in the hall, he considered going out to eat, but thoughts of fast food didn't appeal to his stomach. Burgers, chicken, or meat in general, made his stomach turn. And there were no grocery stores anywhere near his work. He groaned, his stomach making its desires known. How was he going to fill it...?

A sudden, succulent odor wafted into his nose, and Barry followed it, entering a vacant office filled with hanging plants. They made his stomach rumble, and his lips salivated. The plants were so lush and green; they would make the perfect meal!

Mind in a stupor, Barry wandered towards them, reaching out with his thick lips towards the leaves. He pulled off a massive one, bringing into his maw and chewing. The taste was sublime, and Barry was quick to grab another one, needing to fill his belly. His mind went into a peaceful stupor, the knowledge that he would sate his hunger giving him peace.

Realization of what he'd done only returned once every plant in the office had been stripped. He recalled that some had tasted better than others, but none had been unpleasant. Part of his mind was repulsed by the idea of eating someone else's office plants, but he couldn't deny how happy he was with a full stomach.

Satisfied, Barry went back to his office, his thoughts growing excited at the prospect of what awaited him. He knew the source of the scent that had so aroused him would be present soon, and despite his discomfort from being in the office, his cock was at full attention in his pants.

No sooner had he sat down than a hint of that familiar cologne and musk hit his nose. Barry raised his head, his nostrils flaring in an attempt to drink it in. "Porter?" came the recognizable voice, and Barry raised his head to the exciting visage of his boss walking towards Barry's cubicle. The expression in the man's eyes was not one of lust, as Barry had been expecting. Was his potential lover angry?

"Porter, I've been hearing some complaints-what the hell!?" Gerald yelled, stopping to waft his hand in front of his nose from the stench circulating Barry's cubical. Barry felt his heart sink. He knew he was sweaty, that his musk was hovering over the area. But why was there no corresponding smell to indicate Gerald's arousal?

"Mr. Porter, you were given explicit instructions to stay at home if you were sick. You are clearly unwell, and I suggest you meet with your physician before returning to work. You should have sufficient sick days if that is an issue. You-" Gerald started to say. Yet his voice was stopped by the sight of Barry's pants. Why was...was he hard?

A dopey grin plastered on his face, Barry reached down to stroke the erection pressing against his pants. It was clearly all the way to his knees now, leaking rivulets of precum down his pant leg. Barry rubbed it gently, causing more of that musky scent to waft into his nose. Surely, Gerald would smell it too and take all that Barry offered!

"What are you doing!? What the hell is wrong with you?!" Gerald yelled, but Barry was undeterred.

Barry continued to stroke his shaft, getting up despite his wobbly stance. His asshole ached with the desire to be fucked, his cock throbbing from the prospect of prostate stimulation. As though in response, the growth above his ass raised, pressing against the already-tight fabric.

Barry moaned a little, the feeling of his tight pucker rubbing the fabric of his underwear surprisingly sensual. Images of being filled and fucked played over his mind, memories of the dream from last night powerfully vivid. He wanted to be bred like that in the waking world!

Part of him struggled with the desires plaguing his mind. He knew something was disgusting about wanting to be fucked by a man, perhaps one not willing. This wasn't the proper space for copulation, not with so many arrogant eyes watching. But the needs in his loins could not be ignored. The musky scent of the man's perspiration only served to accentuate the needs in his crotch!

"FUUUWWWWK, you're HHAAAWWWTTT!" Barry brayed, unable to hold back his feelings.

"Wha-" Gerald started as Barry reached forward. Before his boss could resist, Barry's lips were on his own, and Barry took his boss into a passionate embrace. Despite the lack of flexibility in his fingers, Barry's strength was great, and Gerald had a hard time resisting his advances.

Barry could feel the man struggle against him, pushing with all his might. His powerful body was insistent, but Barry had him right where he desired. He started thrusting forward, feeling his cock cocooned in his pants as it began rubbing against his would-be mate's groin.

Yet even with the prospect of Barry's sexy body, Gerald only seemed to fight harder, leaving the horny man confused. The scents wafting from the prone man reeked of fear and disgust. This wasn't right!

The momentary hesitation was all Gerald needed to push Barry off him. Barry stumbled, toppling over from how top-heavy he was. Unable to balance on his longer heels, he fell backward, hitting the floor with a heavy thump.

The force of the fall put pressure on the already precarious strain of the growth against his pants. Barry grunted, feeling his protrusion popping away several of the seams of his slacks. The tail reflexively pressed upward as it struggled to burst free.

RRRRIIIIPPPPPPP!

A responded rip echoed in the room as Barry's hairless tail tore out of his pants, all 2 inches wagging of its own accord. Yet all he could feel was a relief from the pressure that his pants were putting on his spine. It continued pushing its way out, as though excited to be in the warm air. Barry shared the sentiment. Why did he confine his tail in his pants with all the irritation it had caused him?

Yet the sounds coming from the other people on the floor did not match Barry's relief. A chorus of shocked cries met his ears as they reflectively pulled against his head in an attempt to drown out the sounds. Their length picked up every muttering, however, filling him with a deep sense of shame.

"What the fuck?"

"What's that fag... I mean, fuck!"

"Did he shit himself?"

"What is that thing?"

"Did he fucking bray?"

"What the hell is wrong with him?"

"HHHAAAWWWWWW!" Barry brayed, an unexpected sound in his attempt to cry for help. "Hawww... Whaawww..." He muttered, wondering why words were escaping him. He couldn't even defend himself if he couldn't speak!

"Out! Get out!" Gerald's voice rang in his ears. Despite the difficulty he had in standing, Barry leaped to his feet in shame.

Stumbling forwards, Barry made his way to the exit, his cheeks reddening in embarrassment. Even with the ripe male hormones swirling in the air, his cock retracted into his sheath. Gerald didn't want him! How could another man resist the potent male stink of Barry's powerful body? Barry had never been into men before now, and the first man in his sights rejected him outright. What did that mean?

Conflicting thoughts swirled through his head as Barry took the elevator down. He was clearly gay now, even though the notion had shamed him only yesterday. How could he have embarrassed himself in such a way? Wasn't it proper to present to a potential mate? Then why had the rest of his herd shamed him? Wait, were they his herd? Then why did they smell so... wrong?

A few people entered the elevator with him, trying not to stare at Barry's disheveled clothes or sweaty features. He kept his back to the wall, ashamed of the exposed growth that had only moments ago excited him. Several of the other passengers wafted their hands in front of their noses, the sweaty odor of Barry's flesh offensive to their senses. A flush of embarrassment fell over Barry's features as he realized how much others seemed to loathe being in his presence.

Feeling defeated, Barry rode the elevator all the way down to the parking garage, figuring the best idea was to get home so he could think. The repercussions of the day were hard to fathom as Barry found it difficult to conceptualize his future. It was a trying task to think beyond the shame that had pervaded his thoughts from the humiliating display.

Halfway to his car, Barry became aware of a familiar gurgling in his belly that signaled the need to relieve his bowels. He quickly looked around, not able to sight a bathroom in the dark parking space. Recalling the closest washroom was up the stairs, Barry started to head in that direction as the pangs in his stomach became unbearable. His asshole puckered as he broke wind, signaling he had very little time.

Yet his thoughts started to dull, forgetting their panic as the needs in his body took over. Why did he need to bother finding a closed stall to relieve himself? Had he always sought such refuge to take care of his bowels? If so, why?

"HHHAAAAWWWYEEAAH," Barry moaned as his tail raised, and his bowels pushed forward as he dumped several large dollops of manure onto the concrete. Thankfully his anus was situated under his tail now, escaping confinement from his underwear.

A small part of Barry's mind knew he should be shamed by the act, but it was impossible to fight the relief it gave him. The pungent scent seemed to be out of place amidst the concrete and machinery of the underground. But he could tell that he was healthy and had eaten well, so he put it out of his mind.

Barry got to his car, once more hotboxed by the primal scents wafting off his body. It took him a few minutes to get the car going, Barry forgetting where he was supposed to insert the key. The sound of the engine starting shook him from his stupor with a startled "HAAWWW!". Relaxing, finally, Barry set the vehicle in motion, nearly scraping against the wall of the garage before exiting out onto the road.

The heady musk of his dirty body set his thoughts in order, making it harder to focus on those things that were causing him to worry. Even in his stupor, his eyes caught sight of a couple of bars in his neighborhood he had never attended. He was certain one of them was a gay bar. If his boss wasn't interested in the pheromones he was producing, then surely someone there would be desirous to satisfy his lusts!

A gurgling pang of hunger assaulted his stomach just then, and Barry swerved his car off the road, unable to concentrate on anything else. He knew nothing awaited him at home and didn't have the time to wait in line to buy his food. If only there was something readily available like the leaves in the office...

Barry's gaze swept to the park beside him, a field of lush, green, overgrown grass. Stumbling out of his car awkwardly, Barry stood up to drink in the fragrances, his mouth beginning to water at the prospect. All questions of social convention went out the window as he raced to the park. The succulent scents of the field beckoned him, and he lowered himself to the ground, drinking them in.

The moment the luscious greens hit his rubbery lips, Barry felt as though he was in heaven. The taste of grass, though relatively plain in comparison to the lettuce and greens he had eaten prior, was still satisfying. The most enticing aspect, however, was that an entire field of greens awaited him. That knowledge finally allowed him to relax for the first time since he'd gotten to the office this morning. It was a peace that he had not known for many years, having everything he needed in one place.

At first, his lips failed to bring sufficient greens to his maw, seemingly lacking flexibility. He brayed a few times in frustration, pulling up handfuls of the grass with his hands in desperation to fill his gullet. As he ate, his lips grew numb and swollen, as though altering to meet his dietary needs. The sensation was a little bizarre but quickly ignored with the realization that his pliable new lips could faster consume his meal! He continued to eat with gusto, the taste of grass and sod growing on him.

"So HAAAWWWWgry... " Barry brayed in between bites, savoring the feeling of filling his belly. He'd been so hungry lately. While at work, Barry couldn't even graze when he wanted! Here on this lawn, he could finally relax and eat to his heart's content.

Barry's tail swished over his exposed rear, flicking away flies that had gathered. A light breeze kept the worst of them away, thankfully. His spine ached slightly, allowing his tail a wider range of motion, and he whickered as its soft fur tickled the exposed skin of his anus.

Even as he continued to consume his meal, Barry became aware of a strange extension out of the corner of his eyes. Was that his face? His lips were much darker, and his flared nose had stretched wide, breathing heavily in the delectable grass. The realization was of little concern, however, lost in his feeding frenzy as he was.

Barry only paused occasionally to accommodate the aches in his jaw as the muscles and bones underneath extended. His teeth pained him occasionally, his incisors pushing forward along with his lips and irritating his gums. Another set seemed to be growing to fill the gap, though Barry was hardly aware of it. They were clearly larger as well, serving to aid him in pulling up greater mouthfuls of sod.

After about an hour, Barry finally rose, his stomach massive and distended. He couldn't even manage to keep his shirt buttoned! His belly was bulbous, far beyond any bear of a man. Barry patted his furry paunch, proud of its size, though a little disappointed that his thick fingers couldn't properly detect the texture of soft fur and leathery skin.

An attempt to get into his car made Barry realize he needed to push his car seat all the way back to fit his rounded gut. He quickly became concerned that his feet wouldn't reach the pedals with his seat that far back. Barry was unaware that his heels had lengthened and had acquired flexibility in the joint that he was not accustomed to. Even with stiffened toes, he was able to work the pedals and make the relatively short trek to his home.

Cleaning himself up was a troublesome affair. Barry forced himself in the shower, allowing the water to cover his hairy body. He loathed the idea of cleaning himself in such a manner but recalled that it was necessary before heading into a club, lest he was kicked out and kept from his handsome men.

It was nearly impossible to grip the soap with one finger double the size of the others. Barry had to wrap his digit all the way around the bar to lather properly. Even so, it continued getting stuck on his furry body. The hairs were particularly thick across his treasure trail, but now every inch of his skin, save his hands and feet, had a light coating.

The stench of wet fur was stifling, but soon, he was able to dry up enough to eliminate most of it. Fur sufficiently dry, Barry checked his closets, desperate for something to cover his frame. The idea of confining himself in such a fashion was also repugnant, but part of his frayed psyche knew it was necessary. Besides, once he had attracted the proper mate, he wouldn't need them anymore!

With a bit of a struggle, Barry was able to work his massive ass into a pair of loose jogging pants. His tail lay flat against the surface, uncomfortable, but not in the way. Donning shoes was not too difficult a struggle. Though his middle toes were bloated, his larger toes seemed greatly reduced in mass, providing sufficient room in the shoe.

Getting into a fitted shirt was another matter. Barry's stomach had barreled significantly, and his bulging chest made putting one on nearly impossible. Several of his shirts tore in the attempt, but Barry paid it little mind. Eventually, he settled on an oversized black jacket that hung tightly around his shoulders and a loose nightshirt that barely concealed his belly.

Brushing his teeth was a nightmare. The grassy remains of his meal clinging stubbornly to his yellowed incisors. Even if his arms weren't restrictive, the size of his mouth and the position of his molars made it impossible to reach all the way back. But a bit of mouthwash took care of the arrant odor.

Soon, Barry was ready for a night at the club. His target was only a dozen or so blocks away, though, given his stance, Barry found the trek much longer than it should have been. Yet he was persistent, and, soon, he saw the familiar neon rainbow sign that alerted him he'd reached his destination. The bouncer gave him a queer look but allowed him entry. Barry assumed the man had seen his fair share of strangely dressed individuals at this establishment.

Once inside, Barry wandered over to the bar, ordering the largest mug of beer on the menu and downing it in a few gulps. One more soon followed before Barry gazed out onto the dance floor, preparing himself to find a mark. He had been getting glances all evening, though it was hard to tell if they were lusting for him or disapproving of his appearance. Barry could see just fine in the dim establishment, better than he recalled seeing in the dark. Though he could make out the men's expressions, he had trouble discerning what they meant for him.

Dancing was quickly deemed out of the question with how difficult it was for Barry to maintain his balance. In under a minute of an attempt, he had fallen over, nearly crushing his tail in the process. It took a few awkward tries to get up before he managed, and most of the guys gave him a wide berth after that.

Yet Barry was undeterred. The sight of so many scantily dressed, sweaty men was a powerful turn-on. Even through the odors of booze, weed, and cigarette smoke, the musky scents of horny men wafted eagerly into his flared nostrils. Barry's cock poked insistently at his tight sweatpants, the massive flared tip leaking his eagerness all over his shaft. The sight of his erection gathered even more stares, but this time, Barry only smiled his wide-toothed grin. This was the sort of attention he was hoping to attract!

Making his way back to the bar, Barry figured that another drink would draw out the courage to approach one of his onlookers. Just as he finished his third beverage, a hand on his shoulder made him turn his much longer neck. Staring at him was a twink of a man, lust in his blue eyes as his shirtless, hairless body trembled with need.

'"My name's... ah, Mike. I don't normally do this, but... you're bigger than any I've seen, and that really does it for me..." the man muttered shyly. Before he could finish the thought, Barry's lips were on the man's, slobbering over the eager participant. Momentary shock wearing off, Mike kissed him back, desperate to bring Barry's sleeping giant to arousal.

The scents wafting from the man's crotch were all Barry needed to know that Mike would do. Barry would have pulled down his pants right here, but Mike guided him up towards the stairs at the front of the establishment. The bouncer gave the pair a knowing stare, checking out Barry's package as they left. Perhaps Barry would get lucky with more than one man tonight!

Barry was quickly led to a vacant back alley, well out of view of any onlookers. Barry didn't see the need, but he was willing to follow the succulent scents of his would-be-mate anywhere. As soon as they were out of view, Mike turned around, giving Barry a kiss before staring down at Barry's offering and licking his lips.

"You-you're clean, right? Tested?" he asked, his words dripping anticipation.

"Never HHHAAAWWWWD a man before," Barry replied, evidently the only incentive Mike needed.

Barry moaned as the man's strong fingers pulled down his sweatpants. "Hawww!" Barry brayed softly, the tension of the elastic over his black testicles relieved. His massive, throbbing donkey dong hit the eager man in the face, causing Mike to giggle.

Instantly, the man's tongue was out, teasing the fringes of Barry's pisshole in a desperate effort to taste the massively hung man. "FFAAAWWWWKKKK!" Barry brayed audibly as his erectile tissue expanded forcibly against the man's chin.

"Y-You're too big!" the man gasped in admiration rather than disgust. "It won't even fit in my mouth, but I'll try and bring you, big guy!"

Unaware of the inhuman shape of Barry's cock in the dark alley, Mike started rubbing the entire girth of Barry's penis. One finger traced the edges of Barry's testicles as Mike enjoyed the warmth and the fur. They were so damn big!

Mike's eager tongue attempted to engulf as much of the flared, equine tip as possible. It was only a semblance of the pleasure Barry should have felt from having his cock sucked. Barry imagined a thick, asinine muzzle atop his new friend's face, braying before engulfing him all the way down to his medial ring.

The bestial image in his mind sent his body into shock as Barry prepared to blow his load. He'd been pent up all day; an eager, sweaty male, the image of a muzzle engulfing his cock, and the needs of his sexy body all served to swell the seed brimming in his loins. The pressure started to build, and Barry had no recourse but to unload his burden all over his new friend!

"HHHEEEEHHHAAAAWWWWW! HHHAAAAWWWW!" Barry brayed, his cock spasming uncontrollably as several thick shots of yellowed spunk coated the poor man's body. Mike tried to swallow some of it, but the taste was rank, and he gagged a little from the sheer quantity being forced into his face.

Barry, meanwhile, felt his thoughts floating away as his entire body became encompassed in the orgasmic onslaught. The scents of his spunk only served to coax more cum from his cock head as he brayed his release.

Control only returned when his lover was coated with a thick layer of damp seed. Rather than being disgusted, Mike had a wide grin on his face, as if he'd just won the lottery. It did not escape Barry's notice that Mike was also sporting a damp stain on his pants.

"Dude, I'll be right back! Gotta get your digits!" he said, lifting his soaked body back to the club. Barry simply whickered softly, basking in the afterglow of the best blowjob he'd received in his life.

Yet, something on his mind still bothered him. Mike had been attractive, certainly, but his size and stature were simply inadequate. Judging by the size of the stain on his pants, the man's member would be lost in the gaping cavern of Barry's asshole. Barry wanted to be bred rather than simply sucked off, and it was clear that this man was not suited to the task. Barry whickered softly, despaired in the knowledge that no one else in the club would be, either.

Without regard for Mike's return, Barry got up and started loping his way home. He was not prepared for how difficult walking upright was with his body so top-heavy. Even worse, his testicles seemed swollen, as though the sexual acts had caused them to expand. With his balls painfully squeezed between his hips if he tried to stay upright, Barry had no recourse but to hunch over all the way back to his place.

Fatigue overtook him the moment his house was in view. The events of the day and the aches in his body demanded rest. Barry turned to enter his door, but the notion of going inside didn't sit right with him. The night was warm, and his house was near a lawn with a lush field of grass. He didn't even need to move after he had a bite to eat tonight!

Sleep came easy under the street lights, though part of him longed for stars to rest under. Still, the scents of grass, the chirping of crickets, and the wide-open space quickly pulled him to drift off. The dreams came vividly as he'd grown accustomed to. The sight of thick, equine cocks in his muzzle and his tail hole, made his balls churn over and over. Memories of the men at the club were replaced by asinine visages, massive studs with thick dongs, the only things that could satisfy his new lusts!

Slowly, the chirping of birds roused him from sleep, and Barry tried to stand, his thoughts fuzzy. Vestiges of his dreams dominated his thoughts, of being on all fours, eating grass, and being fucked by other jacks. So then why was he trying to stand? He grunted, wobbling on his long heels as he fell forward, unbalanced. His shoulders were in a position better to balance the fall, and he was able to pick himself up, hunched over on all fours.

Had Barry the cognition, he would have realized that he was seeing a wider view of the world than he'd been accustomed to. Much of that view was taken up with his still-expanding muzzle. His nostrils sat far from his face, atop a field of coarse, brown fur. They were brown now, sniffing the air to drink in all the scents around him. He noticed there were a few humans around, but they were of little concern. To Barry's dismay, he could not scent any jacks that might satisfy his desires.

Lowering his jaw, Barry ripped up patches of sod to fill the insistent rumbling in his belly. Within minutes, he'd devoted a sizable patch of his lawn, enough to satisfy his morning hunger. Grunting, Barry then lifted his tail to relieve himself, seeing no need to hide away to handle his bodily functions. He barely had time to pull down his pants, and his thick middle digit made it a difficult task, though he managed. His cock then slid out of his sheath, and he urinated as well, enjoying the feeling of having his bowels and bladder emptied.

"HHAAAWWWWNY", Barry muttered, the sensual sensations of his donkey cock sliding out of his warm sheath making him aroused. He was still powerfully horny, last night's activities insufficient to empty his weighty orbs.

Grunting in his asinine intonation, Barry reached down desperately to message his throbbing member. He stroked with all his fury, but his arms seemed sore and restrictive. The flesh of his shoulders had apparently merged into his chest somewhat. Struggling for a few moments, Barry was quick to realize that his hands were insufficient to bring him orgasmic relief.

Barry leaned back to sit on his ass as he stared hungrily at his meaty member. His lips moved forward of their own violation, their new length easily able to engulf the tip of his cock. Though he could not deep throat himself the way he might have preferred, it was still far superior to Mike's measly tongue the night before!

Barry lapped with gusto, the building tension in his cock and balls accelerated by the insistent slapping of his sheath against his belly and his awkward strokes with his swelling digits.

"GGAAAWWWNN CCAAAWWWWWM! HHEEHHAAAWWW!" Barry brayed, his donkey cock coating his face and muzzle with sticky seed. His fat tongue lapped up as much as he could, savoring the musky flavor.

A nearby shout of alarm made him raise his head with a start. What the hell was he doing? Barry tried desperately to stand, but his hips seemed flat, and his hind legs were longer and more ungainly than he recalled. His thighs had shifted into his ballooning belly, and his heels and thinner calves seemed unnaturally thin. Yet still, he managed, fixing his middle fingers around the bands of his jeans to pull them up, suddenly ashamed of his nudity.

The motion seemed to have turned on his phone as it erupted into a series of dinging notifications, and he fumbled to pull it out of his pocket. Yet strangely, his other fingers could not manage to reach into his pants. Struggling, his thick-nailed fingertips caught on the sides of his phone through his pants, and he pulled it out as it fell to the grass.

Thankfully, the screen was turned right side up, the messages legible if Barry squinted. "Mr. Porter, report immediately to head office when you return to work." Read the glaring words on the screen, following notifs that he'd received over half a dozen calls. It seemed his work was insistent on getting in touch with him.

Part of his mind recalled the orders to remain at home while he was ill. Yet other than the aches and pains in his body, Barry felt fine. Going into work, despite the reactions he'd received the other day, was part of his pattern.

Leaving the phone on the ground, Barry headed to his car, not bothering to enter his house or change. It was unlikely his other clothes would fit him, anyway.

Getting into his car was troublesome. Barry had no way to grab his keys out of his pockets with his hands as they were. His only recourse was to press his middle fingers to the button trapped in his pants. The soft click of the door opening made his ears twitch, and he forced his bulk into the seat, thankful he'd already adjusted it.

Driving was mostly instinctual with the still human parts of his mind. He nearly went off the road several times, his hands not able to properly grip the wheel. His middle fingers were still flexible enough to wrap around the grips, at least. His other fingers were almost vestigial, less than half the length of his middle digits, and practically useless for aiding his endeavors. Several angry honks blasted from nearby cars, but Barry paid it no mind with his single, stubborn goal at the forefront of his thoughts.

Somehow he managed to park, though his car nearly hit several others as he entered the garage. His messy state and body odor made several of the other workers get off the elevator, and more than one whispered at the sight of Barry's twitching, ropey tail. Barry could feel it itching as the tip grew several hundred coarse, black hairs. He'd become accustomed to the sensation by now and played it little mind.

Gerald and his office's general manager Andrew were waiting for him when he entered the head office. The odors in the air reeked of perfume and cologne, but the scents of anger and disgust underneath made Barry nervous. Barry furrowed his brow and flattened his ears, then pulled back his lips, exposing his yellowed incisors in a sign of asinine disdain. Yet he forced himself to sit on one of the chairs, conscious of his swishing tail.

Andrew pulled up the folder he had been reviewing and walked over to Barry. "Mr. Porter, your recent behavior as of late is, for lack of a better term, unacceptable. I've gotten numerous complaints, most noticeably from your floor manager, about uncleanliness and unkempt attire, something you are clearly representing today. And your mask and prosthetics have no place at work." he finished, regarding Barry's all-too-real equine muzzle, twitching tail, and flicking ears.

Barry wasn't listening to the man's words. Even through his interpretations of the man's ire, there was something about Andrew's scent that made him powerfully aroused. This man was even more commanding than Gerald, making Barry desire to submit. Even though he knew the man was far from adequate to quell Barry's sexual needs, his presence allowed Barry's thoughts to drift towards someone who would be.

Barry wanted desperately to stroke his donkey dong but was unable to get his swollen digits under the band of his pants. They seemed to have swelled slightly in the period between his car and elevator ride. Their range of motion had declined, disallowing such an action. He was forced to rub them fruitlessly into the fringes of his flattened cock head, feeling the fluids soak into his pants.

The force of his arousal seemed to trigger a growth spurt, pulling his jacket taut until the seams started to tear. His nightshirt had already pulled up to expose his belly and was beginning to rip apart from the base. His sweat pants no longer covered his tail or even his puckered equine anus as it clenched open and closed with the desire to be filled.

The fibers of his pants and underwear were stretched dangerously tight by the force of Barry's arousal. Barry fondly recalled the sensation of sucking himself off, but that was a far cry from having a powerful male to fuck him into submission. Oh, how he needed it!

"The list goes on. Our cameras have recordings of you defecating in the parking lot! And, as you should know, our company has a zero-tolerance policy of sexual harassment. Gerald has reported... what are you doing!" Andrew yelled at the sight of a massive erection bursting from Barry's crotch.

A resounding tear echoed in the room as his turgid girth tore a hole through the stained material. Barry could feel every inch of his donkey cock being rubbed all the way to his medial ring by the parting fabric. It played wonderfully over his balls, making them tense as Barry prepared to announce his virility. Barry's arousal required only the stimulation of slipping through his underwear to bring him to orgasm.

"HEEHHAAWWWW!" Barry brayed, his cock tip spraying all over the carpet with a modest coat of donkey jism. He brayed and shot his load, some of it even landing on the suited men in the room.

Barely able to process the sight, Andrew stepped forward, his face red as his face squinted in disgust at the rank smell. "You're fired! Out! OUT!" He screamed, leaping up to grab something to clean himself in a fury.

Barry stumbled out of the office and towards the elevator, desperate to get away. They were not of his kind; that was abundantly clear now. They even smelled wrong. Barry could not return here again if he was to find a proper mate.

Getting into the car, Barry drove out of the lot in a stupor. He wasn't sure where he was going; both his work and his home no longer held appeal. Swerving all over the road and drawing the ire of the few cars he encountered, Barry took the highway out of the city, instinctively looking for something that felt familiar.

After about twenty minutes, his eyes fell upon a dirt road, and he twisted the wheel in a desperate bid to find what he craved. His hoof-hand awkwardly pushed down the window, and Barry stuck his head out, his thick muzzle trying to drink in any alluring scents. There were whiffs of odors from other large animals, though none quite like himself. Yet he felt drawn towards them, knowing that beyond them might lie his goal of a horny jack.

The tingling encompassing his body only grew in intensity as he drove. Being shunned from the last remnants of his human life seemed to draw out the beast he longed to be. The cracks and pops of his joints increased in intensity as his middle digits swelled the size of his arms. The remaining fingers began to visibly recede, losing their functionality. The same sensations flowed through his feet, leaving only his middle toe pressing uncontrolled around the pedal.

His nose still sticking out of the car, a remnant of an odor reminiscent of his own hit Barry's nostrils. At that moment, Barry completely forgot how to drive or what it was he was doing. "HHAAAWWWW!" He brayed out into the air, hoping to attract the source of the alluring aroma to his presence.

Suddenly unused to the position, his shoulders jerked, and his arms flailed in an attempt to remove themselves from the wheel. The motion sent his vehicle into a sharp turn into a field and brought it to a stop. Barry quickly came to his senses, forcing his heavy body out of the car and bracing his weight on his fingers, which were now decidedly hoof-like.

Taking a few moments to orientate himself, Barry looked around, swinging his heavy head and flaring his nostrils. More cracks resounded through his skull as the bones pressed against the skin, and his jaw extended. His widening visage forced his eyes further apart, allowing a better view of the field past his massive nose. He could not tell without a mirror, but his pupils had widened into equine rectangles.

An intense itch ran down his back as what remained of his human hair sprouted into a mohawk, crowning his shoulders with jackass glory. His stretched cranium forced his forehead to slope as the bare skin around his head became covered in gray donkey-hide. His skull started to compress on his brain, painful for a moment but then allowed him single-minded focus on his goal of sniffing the air, searching for a suitable mate.

An audible sloshing resonated through his hips, forcing him permanently in his present posture. Barry tried to stand but quickly toppled forward, unable to rotate his hips and thighs in that direction. He was forced to crawl forward, the keratin on his nails toughening as he did so. Mismatched legs made the motion awkward. Yet, a series of audible crunches and pops continued to assault his limbs and made his forward motion easier.

Barry didn't mind. The scents were far better with his nose closer to the earth. Breathing in deeply, Barry was able to drink in scent molecules so small they could only be detected by nasal cavities as expansive as his. A myriad of odors assaulted him, though the scents of sweat and donkey hide were at the forefront of his senses. There were others of his kind nearby, and jacks at that!

Each step he took caused more changes to wrack his body. It was as though the proximity to his kin was accelerating him into his true form, and Barry rejoiced. All the human worries and cares he'd harbored felt like a distant dream, replaced with the present promise of equine pleasures.

Every breath drew his stomach wider ahead of his swelling ribs and allowing his larger organs sufficient space. His spine continued to stretch, allowing additional linkages to support the expansive gut he now possessed. His hips continued to widen, solidifying his quadrupedal stance with ease. Barry was becoming a proud beast, a sexy stud in his own domain.

The feeling of something licking his backside startled him, and it only took a brief flick of his neck to see the familiar shape of an asinine head behind him. The other beast had evidently been downwind, drawn to the potent male hormones wafting off his body.

Barry turned his head to truly drink in the beast. The donkey was larger than he was, his sweaty hide glistening in the midday sun. Most important of all, Barry knew the donkey was male. And, to his delight, was erect, the massive donkey phallus making Bary drool.

Barry enjoyed the comforting feeling of his cock sliding from his sheath, tickling the grass underneath him, and exciting the soon-to-be jack. His flared glans leaked copiously at the prospect of being bred, having his prostate stimulated as he was brought to glorious release.

Any remaining human thoughts floated out of Barry's head, leaking into his massive testicles to be expelled with his heavy load. His massive, flared donkey cock continued thrashing against his wide belly, pulled sensually in and out of his sheath.

Barry stood still, firming his stance as the other donkey sniffed and licked at his exposed anus. His tail lifted up to the side, Barry braced himself as the heavy beast reared up and gripped Barry's still-widening flanks. Barry felt his anus flare in anticipation as a thick, flat cock tip pressed insistently at his pucker. With a bray of delight, the other beast forced his girth inside, preparing to make Barry his own!

The presence of a jack in his bowels accelerated the already nearly-completed transition into Barry's new form. Although his anus ached from the abnormal intrusion, his rectum still had room to widen to allow his mate to fill him fully. His thick back legs dug into the earth, the hardened middle digits swelling with bone as what remained of his toes faded into equine hocks.

Nothing much remained of the human Barry's body, and his mind was already all donkey amid rut. He was hardly aware of his remaining fingers being absorbed into the flesh just above his equine knees. His shoulders continued to stretch into his flacks as his belly swelled to proper proportions. His pointed ears flexed, the warm flesh spreading like putty to match his mate's. His muzzle stretched to its final length, and he brayed, his thicker molars separated by mottled gums as he flared in lips in delight.

The actual rutting was quick, though Barry's new psyche didn't mind. The bestial act was everything his body could need, and more. A slick slapping sound echoed in the air as their balls rocked back and forth, swelling with their burden as they prepared to release. Barry's own jackass member slapped insistently against his belly, its base teased by his fuzzy sheath and tip by the warm flesh of his paunch. The prostate stimulation alone was far superior to any sensation of human fingers across his member!

His asshole clenched eagerly against the throbbing donkey shaft, milking every inch of cum from the virile jack's balls. An uncontrolled spasm signaled the beast's end. His cock unloaded spurt after spurt of donkey jism into Barry's bowels, filling him with slick fluid.

Prostate pounded by the washes of a wildly thrashing cock, Barry could no longer hold back his lusts. His slapping cock blew its own load, coating the grass and his stomach in yellowed stink. Pleasure washed over his entire form as he brayed, the experience surpassing his expectations.

"HHHAWWWW! HHEEHHHHAAAWWWWW!"

The new jack felt his mate's cock retracting from his asshole with a rush of gooey jism. He swished his tail in pleasure, his entire body shivering as his jack licked the excess seed from his rump and backside. Sticky cum irritated his belly, but the former human didn't mind. It was a sign that he'd successfully bred, the stench of his spunk proof of his virility. To his delight, the jack came forward and gently nipped Barry's flanks, making the dominated donkey shiver.

The sound of human footsteps in the grass echoed in his ears, but Barry only cared about the mate beside him. The other jack seemed calm with the human's presence, so Barry, too, was unbothered. He even allowed the man to put a pair of halters on their asinine frames as he drew them towards a waiting truck, Barry content to walk alongside his new lover.

The man spoke in a strange language, words that Barry knew in another life. "Glad I found you! I knew this life would suit you better. The drink never lies! And it seems you found another of my old patrons! I figured you two might hit it off! Not gonna get much seed from you, but that's not the point, is it? I'd rather you be a happy beast than a sad drunkard!"

The words had no meaning to the new jack that had once been an aimless, depressed human. The new donkey was blissfully content with his male's musky male scent wafting from his abused asshole. His belly full and his anus claimed, Barry wanted for nothing as he was led into the waiting truck to be taken into his new life.