While sleeping, Alex had an intense wet dream. He dreamed that while lying there, someone slips into the bed next to him, and sidles up, their butt next to his now hard dick. Alex feels himself getting angry, but aroused too. He feels angry that he was taken advantage of and put into perverted situations against his will. His dick got so hard it was painful. He pounded it in a tight orifice yelling, "You like that!?" "I got the control now don't I bitch!" "Anything else you wanna do!?" "Huh? Huh?!" In his dream, he could feel the body squirming, sweating, and moaning under him while he fucked and yelled at it. After what seemed like hours, he came loudly, and with such force he saw stars. Leaving his dick were it was, he clenched the body in a fierce hug while his anger and consciousness slipped away, and he passed out.
Alex resisted waking, but eventually had to when the Sun started shining on his face through the bedroom window. The bed reeked of dried man-sweat, and other unidentifiable smells. Alex wrinkled his nose as he slowly opened his eyes. He recognized that he was still in the Master Bedroom, but the decoration had changed. In one corner appeared a black leather sling hanging from the ceiling. At the foot of the bed there stood a 3' tall metal cage. Black Vinyl mats completely covered the floor, and on the walls were photographs of muscular male torsos and motorcycles, interspersed with plaques, trophies, and certificates.
Alex felt the weight of a body on his left arm, and could hear breathing. Looking to his left he could see tan skin, and black hair on a head facing away from him. With a grunt Alex slowly pulled it out from under his bedmate, and got his first glimpse of the latest changes. His arm, both of them were huge. Vast biceps and forearms showing prominent veins were covered in a riot of colored tattoos. His left arm featured serpents and dragons twining down to the back of his hands, while his left was a collage of pictures, some featuring male genitalia. Getting out of bed felt very different. Alex felt no flexibility in his torso, so getting out of bed involved a lot of quiet rolling; to avoid waking up whoever was in the bed. Standing on the cold mats, Alex felt very cumbersome, and the feel of dried sweat was very noticeable. Walking to the bathroom his gait felt off, and he noticed that his arms didn't hang at his sides but were held off at an angle. is image in the mirror explained the feelings. He was huge. He looked about 6'-5" or so. And he was older than when he was Simms. Huge salt and pepper matted pecs and shoulders. His shoulders were wide but his big fireplug abs were only slightly narrower, and very little of it was fat. Tattooed on the top of his belly in Olde English Script was the word "Daddy." His head was shaved, but in stark contrast, his salt and pepper beard grew out extravagantly down to the top of his belly, mixing in deeply with matted chest hair, the mustache inky black and covering his mouth completely. The skin on his head: where he could see it, looked thicker and ruddier. The eyebrows much thicker, hooding his eyes. Alex could make out tattoos buried under his chest hair, running up the sides of his thick, bruiser looking neck.