Walking home did very little to calm your nerves. Usually walks were relaxing to you, cleared your head and gave you mental clarity. The long walk home did anything but. Walking home you could just feel your weight shift and move around, bouncing up and down with each step. Your thighs pressing together, rubbing and slowly becoming chaffed. On top of all that the heat was causing you to sweat profusely. The pit stains darkening easy with your new hairy form and giving off a fairly pungent odour. You didn't sweat too much before, in fact unless you were exerting yourself you didn't sweat at all. It is so easy now, just being outside in the summer heat for 10 minutes and you are basically drenched from head to toe. Summer was your favourite season with its heat being no big deal, but as you turn the corner to your street you feel a bit of relief knowing your air conditioning will be waiting for you.
Making your way to your front door you fumble with your keys for a bit, not fully used to the sausage like appendages that are now your fingers. Opening the door you feet a pit in your much larger stomach, your boyfriend of 4 years is ONLY into fit men like himself and you were anything but that. You worries fade slightly as the cool air of your house hits you in the face and you cant help but sigh in relief. "How the hell do larger guys survive in the summer..." You say quietly to yourself in a deep rumble. Entering the apartment most of it looks pretty much the same as you left it. A few framed photos catch your eye and you notice that you are in your current bulky form within the shots. Your mind has been running circles around all this for a few hours and you just need to sit down and decompress. Heading over to your couch you find you favourite spot in the corner, noticing now that there is a fairly prominent indentation left there. One that fits you perfectly, as if you had spent many hours watching tv in that very spot.
You sit, feeling a little uncomfortable and decide to take off some layers. Starting with your shirt you lift it up getting a strong whiff of your own BO. It was certainly different than how your underarms used to smell. You want to be disgusted, but you begin to feel a stir in your pants. You look down only to be greeted with a hanging gut and a pair of hairy moobs, blocking any view of your lower torso. Regardless, you felt better having ditched your shirt and decide to do the same with your pants. The cool air working wonders on your hairy sweaty body. You are lost in your own moment of bliss when you hear a voice from down the hall
"Hey babe? Is that you?". The voice undoubtably Marks. Without a second though you respond
"Yeah hun, just got in", your voice booming through the apartment. You immediately cover your mouth, your hand pressed up against your beard. "Oh god, if he sees me like this he is going to freak!" you think in a panic, looking for a way out of this situation.
But before you can react there are footsteps right behind where you are sitting. "Everything okay? You seem a bit flustered." Mark says in a caring tone.
"Ye-yeah, I am just a bit hot from my walk." You say doing your best not to bring attention to it. Although that is laughable, 'IT' would be your entire body changing from a fit guy into this hulking gorilla.
Mark take a second to look you over, moving from behind you to in front. He has a bit of a concerned look on his face, but he smirks playfully and gets a little closer to you. "Well you do have to be careful when going out in this heat, wouldn't want my daddy bear to pass out from exhaustion. . . unless I was the cause of course". There is a playfulness to his words and you let out a bit of a chuckle.
You feel your cock start to tent your underwear as Mark begins to straddle your leg. "Your daddy bear just wanted to get nice and sweaty for his boy." You blurt out with confidence and without a second thought. "WHERE THE FUCK DID THAT COME FROM!" You scream in your own head, as if you have two conflicting thoughts on the situation.
Mark leans in closer putting some of his weight on your flabby gut, at this point you can feel his knee cradling your cock and balls. "You know I like it when you get all musky" mark pants in a bit of a trance like state. You can feel his battered breath as he leans in closer to you, and without him even asking you raise your arm to reveal your hairy pit.
"Take a long whiff boy" You say with a smile. "Daddy has plans for that us in a bit, but I want you to enjoy my scent first."
You don't know what is going on, but the less you fight it the more you are enjoying it. The deep voice, the powerful presence, the musk coming off you. You are loving being in charge and even being called 'Daddy' for that matter. If you are stuck as a bloated muscled ape, you might as well enjoy it.