Aaron Goes Ape
#2 of Random Transformation
Warning: 18+ Naughty Stuff
Lately, Aaron had been feeling a bit weird. As he sat up in bed and placed his long, pale feet on the floor, he stood up in his boxers, reaching his toned arms towards the sky, revealing his pale, hairless body which he shaved every day. Walking into the bathroom in his room, he looked in the mirror, seeing his Eurasian face with his short, silky black hair. He was tall and muscular, but not as much as one would think for a guy who went to the gym every day.
On a normal day he would at least brush his hair but as he looked at himself, he really didn't feel like doing it. Why would it matter anyway? He didn't care what the people at the gym would think. Throwing on his hood and a pair of sweats, he grabbed his keys and headed for the door. Passing by his roommate's door, he stopped to see if Hunter was up. The guy laid there in his boxers with his legs wide open, so he moved on.
When he got to the gym, Aaron was feeling a bit agitated as he pumped the heavy weights. He felt like the guys around him were really eyeing him, feeling like they were a threat. Trying his best to ignore him, he started to realize he was really lifting hard. In fact as he pumped metal he started to grunt in his throat. He worked hard that day, building up a sweat.
Finally getting home after three hours of working out, there was a growling in Aaron's stomach as he made his way into the kitchen. Unknown to him, he was grunting as he opened the cupboards and looked in the fridge. Tearing out snacks, he managed to inhale them one by one, sometimes smearing them across his face. When he was done with a Twinkie that was only half way finished, he dropped it on the floor, smearing what was left on his hands on his bare chest. Next he was chewing his way through most of the produce in the fridge, working his way through apples and oranges, dropping their remains on the floor. He even pulled out a few bananas, not even bothering to peel them open, chewing through them and then smashing their contents into his face. When he felt full with food, he then reached into the fridge to grab Hunter's milk, opening up the carton and chugging it, most of it dripping out of his mouth and over his chest.
"Aaron, what's going on?" As he turned around, he was face to face with Hunter. "Oh, I got really hungry..." He looked at the clock, "...sorry, got to get to work." Hunter was caught up in utter shock to say anything before Aaron ignorantly walked out the house, still wearing his sweaty, smelly workout clothes, his work actually requiring casual formal attire. So while Aaron was at work, Hunter picked up the mess he left behind. Little did he know the guy was going to come home and leave an even bigger mess after stuffing his face, leaving pots and pans sitting there, food still sticking to them.
The next day Aaron got up, he hopped in the shower but this time, as he looked himself over and notice thin strands of black hair forming all over his body, he decided to skip the razor. In fact when he got out, he threw all his shaving products away. When he got to the kitchen, he found out that most of his food was gone. But it didn't matter to him because at least Hunter had some in his cabinets. "Are you eating my food too? And what about this mess? Are you at least going to clean up?" Aaron grunted in Hunter's face, "Why, you going to do something about it?" He gave Aaron a pissed off look, "Why are you acting like this man? You're being a real dick!" Aaron's patience was getting real thin as he barged past him to get his clothes, throwing on his dirty hood and sweats which he had a little trouble getting over his chest and past his abs as well as up past his thighs. Before Hunter could utter another word, he was out the door.
At the gym, he was extremely agitated, feeling like he was going to lash out at anyone who got to close and even looked at him. As he pumped his arms up and down, he could feel his muscles burning, his clothes straining against his body. Finally when he sat up, he heard a loud rip in the back of his hood. Grunting with irritation, he stood up from the bench, only to bellow as he felt his bulging sac strain in his sweats. Whether people were watching or not, he grabbed his crotch and groped himself as he headed out the door after a four hour workout.
At home, he admired himself in the mirror. Within the last few hours, the hair on his arms, legs, and back had nearly groan by three times as much, although the hair on his chest and abdomen was a lot thinner than the rest. His pubes were like a thick tangled forest, but his cocks hang between his legs like a limp fire hose, at least three inches thicker than before, it was a monster. Raising his hands to his face, he suddenly looked down, realizing the skin on his feet and hands were thicker and his digits were getting larger. No matter what was happening to him, it felt natural as he turned out the bathroom light and wandered into the family room.
When he sat on the couch, he ignored the clock on the television that told him it was four in the afternoon, telling him he was two hours late for work. As he turned on the TV, he felt himself grow bored real quick, grunting and groaning as his massive bulge grew in his pants. Kicking off his sweats, he reached under his white beater as he tweaked his right nipple hard, bellowing, grunting, and moaned as he fondled his meaty cock that hanged down to his knees, not caring as strands of pre dripped onto the floor. The harder he tweaked his darkening nubs, the closer he got. Curling his toes, he started to grunt as he felt his nut building in his cock, "Ugh ugh, OOooo OOooo!" Lifting his left foot up to his crotch, he fondled his massive balls with his bulging toes as he beat off like an animal, giving off a deafening roar as his load exploded into the air, thick glob like mounds of jizz spilling out onto the floor. Grunting and giving off a few more roars, Aaron sprawled out on the couch, it almost giving under his massive muscular frame as he fondled himself until falling asleep, rubbing his nose into his armpit, taking in his own overwhelming body odor.
Luckily when Hunter came home that night, he went straight to bed without turning on most of the lights or awakening Aaron on the couch. The next morning, Aaron got up like he usually did and went to the bathroom. What he saw confused him, a creature with a thick pelt of black hair over most of its body with a thin patch over a super muscular torso. The face was still slightly human except around the mouth where it had thick leathery lips and two pearly white fangs sticking out of the bottom lip. As he opened his mouth, Aaron suddenly realized that his once horrible teeth could now chew through tree bark or bone if he wanted to. He noticed his hair now went down his back to the center of his shoulders like a really thick pelt of fur. Furious, the creature in the mirror raised its powerful, huge fists and smashed the mirror.
Hunter nearly jumped awake when he felt something slam into his bed. Lying on his stomach, he was suddenly pushed further into the cushion before crying out as he felt his boxers being torn from his body. When he felt a hulking, hairy mass laying on top of him, he struggled breathe as it adjusted, ruthlessly shoving a meaty rod up his ass. He couldn't scream as all the weight was being put on his body as the gorilla creature on top of him brutally raped his straight, virgin asshole. Aaron didn't care about straight or gay anymore. He was such a horny lusting beast now he just needed a hole to fuck. Thrusting his big hips, he beat proudly on his chest, grunting as he plowed open Hunter's ass. The human was about to scream but his head was suddenly buried into his pillow. He was helpless as this half human half ape creature used him like a big condom, filling him with hot prime ape seed. It was like that for some time until Aaron's job noticed he hadn't come in for weeks and their landlord wasn't being paid. The police broke down the door; too late to catch the beast, finding Hunter sprawled out in his bed, his ass so red and sore he wouldn't have the use of his legs for a few days.
Perhaps this was the result of those who constantly fashion themselves, working on their egos until there is nothing left but the natural instincts feeding on their minds? Perhaps we shall further monitor this event?