Baander Balm
a guy gets more than he bargained for when he buys a weightloss cream online
Wesley was a chubby guy. He never liked his body. It was soft in all the wrong places, with a bit of a gut and cellulite covering his ass. He went to the gym every day and never made any significant progress. He ate carefully. He cut carbs, he cut fat, he cut everything but he was just pudgy.
Wesley looked like a little boy, no matter what he did to combat it. He was smooth, completely hairless.
No woman would come near him. When he went out to bars with his friends, he’d get carded at the door and nearly turned away if he didn’t show a few forms of ID. And at the end of the night he’d go home alone while everyone else went home with some hot new girlfriend.
He was sick of it.
But his friend Philip told him about some ayurvedic cure, “Baander Balm,” something he could find online,
“It worked for my uncle. He’s never been thinner and never had more interest from the ladies,” said Phil.
So Wesley went searching. He found some odd html site, buried deep in the internet that offered the drug, in bulk, for about $20 all told. A month’s supply, more than enough for “permanent effect,” it claimed. It was nothing. And at worst, it wouldn’t do anything, he thought, so he bought it anyway.
After a few weeks waiting, it arrived. He was breathless. He ripped open the package and found a big tub of the stuff with a booklet of instruction in various languages, containing a bunch of warnings, a list of ingredients, and finally the instructions:
“Place generous helping on the small of back once a day and no more.”
He ignored the rest of the booklet and threw it away.
“Do not fear your appetite for change,” said the writing under the balm’s title. He ripped open the tub and smelled a horribly sweaty, fecal scent pour out.
Yikes. He’d have to go heavy on deodorant if he wanted to use this. But he wanted it to work so badly. So he stripped naked and smeared it right above his ass, spreading it out, letting it absorb. He felt a nice cooling sensation. And then, nothing. He dressed, put on a heavy helping of deodorant and got ready for work.
And just as he was about to leave, he thought, “Why not put some more on, see if it helps?” So he did, smearing another layer onto his back under his shirt. He might have stunk but he was starting to get used to it.
Wesley worked as an office manager at a hedge fund. He didn’t understand shit about it, but he knew how to make sure everything ran smoothly from meeting to meeting and the money was fine.
He spent the day insatiably hungry. He didn’t want to go off of his diet, but he went out to lunch, eating a heavy helping of fried chicken and fries, and scarfing through two pieces of cake for Carol’s birthday. He bought three bags of chips out of the vending machine just to get through the day, knowing he’d collapse.
John had always been a real jerk to Wesley—he called him out on his weight all the time, threw him under the bus for misplaced paperwork or scheduling problems, and generally pissed all over him whenever he got the chance. But he’d been spending all day making good conversation with him, smiling at him, and even patting him on the back.
At the end of the day, he asked if Wesley had a new cologne.
“No,” said Wesley. “Just a new shampoo, I guess.” He lied, not wanting to mention the balm.
“You smell great. I should get some. What’s it called?”
“I don’t remember,” said Wesley. “I’ll check for you for tomorrow.”
“That’d be great. Hey, by the way, do you want to go get some dinner?” asked John. “My wife’s out of town and I won’t have any waiting for me. It’s on me if you want.”
Wesley was confused and surprised, but he said yes. He was starving.
Throughout the dinner, during which Wesley ate an enormous three courses and stole bites from John, Wesley felt his dick get hard, the hardest it had ever been. He kept thinking of tearing off John’s clothes, pushing him down, and fucking him hard up the ass. He’d never been gay and he spent most of his nights watching marathons of your standard porn.
But he showed restraint on that front. He made it through the meal, a few drinks, and the car ride home without mentioning these odd new feelings to John. They’d just started some sort of friendship and he didn’t want to mention it.
And when he got home, Wesley looked in the mirror. He looked the same. Pudgy. Smooth. Like a baby. With a little bit of drink in him, he thought he’d smear some more cream on and he did. He giggled at the sensation, even giggled as he smeared it down in between his ass cheeks. It felt so good, he grabbed a generous helping and began to jerk off.
He growled as he rubbed himself with he stuff, feeling the cooling sensation and thinking of dominating John. He howled a little as he came in jets. He didn’t even bother cleaning it up, he just rolled right over into his bed and passed out.
Wesley woke with a start at 4 am. He was naked and sticky with cum. And he was starving. He ran to his kitchen and found nothing to his liking. Just a loaf of bread, which he ate, standing in his kitchen.
Only after did he realize what he’d done. He ran to his bathroom to check his weight.
But standing on his scale, he noticed something funny. His belly was gone. Entirely. He wasn’t in great shape, yet, but he was much further along than he’d ever been. Like someone who takes care of himself, but not obsessively. He reached back to scratch his back and was greeted by hair. Lots of it, it felt like. And long. And thick!
He tried to catch a glimpse in the mirror. It was grey hair! Wiry grey hair in a thick matt right above his ass, right where the cream had gone. It formed a sort of diamond, with a trail thinning out in a line along his spine and another heading into his crack. He looked at his face in the mirror. He was smiling, involuntarily. So what if it had this side effect? He’d lost at least 20 pounds.
He grabbed a heaping portion of the cream and wiped it all through the matt of hair. He went back to sleep.
As he slept, his dick grew harder than it ever had, growing, pulsing, and the matt of hair grew out, spreading right into his crack, covering the ass with thick silver hairs than spread out. He dreamt, feeling the hairs pulling his fat away in the fantasy land of his mind.
His alarm went off at 7. He ran to the bathroom to see if any further changes had occurred. Turning on the light, he was surprised at what he saw. He was thin, with some lean muscles covering his torso. His penis looked enormous, hanging there with nothing blocking it. He was at least 10 inches with some nice walnut-sized nuts behind it.
Examine his dick, though, he noticed hair crawling up his taint. His normally black pubic hair was the same, but the grey fur was reaching up to the base of his balls. What? he thought and the turned away to see his back in the mirror. Reaching up from the base of his ass he saw a dense carpet of fur that thickened at the base of his back, thinning as it crawled all the way up to his shoulders. His back was almost entirely covered, and some of the grey was reaching to his hair line.
But as soon as he thought, “This is odd,” something inside of him said, “No, this is who you are.” And like that, he smiled, again. He dipped his hand into the cream, relishing the smell as he moved it along his back. He grabbed another handful. He sniffed it. He rubbed it in to his face, around his mouth, smearing it down his neck. He grabbed another handful and made quick work out of the erection he’d developed, ejaculating all over the bathroom.
Wesley found his smallest clothes and slid off to work. He ate constantly all day and constantly had to stop to adjust his endless erection, getting nonstop attention from everyone in his office. They all commented on his cologne and asked him what he’d been doing to lose weight. He made up a gym regimen and a fake cologne and told them it worked wonders. He had a newfound confidence.
Only the CEO made him feel odd when he said, “Maybe shave before coming in to the office. You’re the face of the company, and we can’t have you looking sloppy. I didn’t know you colored your hair, though. Nice job covering that up.”
“My hair?” thought Wesley. And he immediately ran to the bathroom. He locked the door and turned to the mirror. He had thick silver stubble running down into his collar. It was a short beard! It had to be at least a half an inch long and seemed to run into the back of his neck. He felt the back of his neck, and could feel the grey hairs crawling up his neck. His hair was longer, too. And losing color. It was beginning to look like a mane with only fleck of his original dark brown.
He had to go home. On his way back to his desk he ran into John.
“Hey man, I was going to go get lunch, want to join?” He asked.
“I have a great place in mind,” said Wesley, as he ran back to his desk and turned on his out of office.
The two went to the parking lot, and Wesley asked John to come to his car. They were going back to his place, for lunch, Wesley claimed. John didn’t stop him and agreed with a smile.
As they drove, Wesley removed his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. He could see his silver mane crawling down onto his chest. He massaged his mustache and watched as his hair grew longer and more silver. He saw a few hairs poking out of his sleeves, growing up his hand as it rested on the steering wheel. His clothes were hot and he ached to remove them.
He reached over and grabbed John’s cock through his pants. His coworker just moaned.
“I’ll be like nothing you’ve ever experienced,” said Wesley.
As they pulled into his house, Wesley had already almost removed his shirt. He pulled John into his apartment and threw off his clothes, turning to bear himself to John.
John stood in awe.
The beast that stood before him was covered in a thick silver mane that grew from his head and covered his shoulders in a puffy coat. It thinned as it crossed his torso, leaving pink and pert nipples partially exposed beneath a light layer of long fur. He was human in shape, but the hair obscured that. He had the perfect musculature, and you could see it ripple underneath.
Wesley, rubbed his cock with the balm as his fangs grew in and his face turned more simian. He tore through John’s clothes, threw him down, and spread the balm across his ass and deep into his hole.
He would have his mate.
He screeched as he thrust himself in.