Only for Fans Part 04 'Dean Michels'

There were already thirteen people in his chat room waiting for Mike to get his livestream started. That fact only made the smile on Mike’s face all the more genuine. The chat seemed to be anxiously waiting for him to start back up.

‘Hey there silver daddy.’

‘Fuck yeah!’

‘Glad to see you came back! =D’

“Course I’d come back. I’m not about to let my student’s slack off,” Mike said. 

‘Fuck no! We’d never do that!’

A ding from the computer compelled Mike to stand up and lift his arms for a double bicep pose. The black shirt, already straining against his muscles slid up over the bottoms set of furry abs, showing off his Adonis belt. His jeans wrapped tightly around his quads, almost showing off each of the giant muscles. “Good. You make a coach proud.”

Several hearts and thumbs ups filled the screen along with some of the bars that were on from the day before. He could already see them starting to fill up again. Mike’s heart rate rose a bit and he could feel the muscle starting to pump into him. “Oh fuck yeah…” he moaned. “You make a coach real proud…”

Another ding from the computer signed another flex. His body bent forward with his two arms in front of him, stretching out his back. A loud rip filled the silence of the room, but instead of embarrassment, Mike felt proud. His back and lats were growing so wide that they were ripping apart the seams of the shirt. “Yeah! That’s it boys! You know what to do.”

Mike’s eyes looked at the screen, finally realizing why he was ripping out of his clothes yet this fit so perfectly this morning. One of the bars was labeled clothes stay the same size. So with each new pound of muscle he gained; and with each inch added to his biceps, his chest, and legs; his clothes would just get that much tighter. 

It was the same with his jeans, however the extra strength of the denim made it harder for them to tear apart. He could still feel his quads begging to be released. The zipper had already dropped down allowing his bulge a bit more room. Even the bottom of his jeans were starting to rise up a bit more, making his calves feel all the more confined by the fabric.

Another flex had been ordered and Mike felt his body assume the new position with his 19 inch arms lifted and flexed for the camera. The next ding from his computer had him spinning around showing off his growing back and the hole in his shirt that only seemed to grow larger. With each additional flex it came closer and closer to coming completely off.

“That’s it boys. Show your coach how much you love him,” Mike growled. He used his hands to tear off the rest of the shirt but couldn’t quite be as lucky with his pants. Nor his shoes. The crowd seemed to love it and ordered several more flexes after he tore away the shirt. All of them loved seeing his furry pecs and abs. Some were even demanding to get a whiff of his pits. He made sure to hold the densely packed hair and pretend to waft the smell towards the computer. 

‘Stats?’

“6’5”. 244 pounds. 57 years old.” For a second Mike was brought out of the high. Even the tightness in his pants and shoes faded away for a second. “57?” he repeated the answer. That wasn’t right. He was supposed to be 59! His body jumped to the computer to see what was going on. There were so many bars on the screen. ‘Muscle Growth.’ ‘Body Fat Percentage.’ ‘Homo--’

The ding from his computer forced him back into another pose. His arm went down to his side while the other one squeezed it so he could show off the horseshoe tricep was being shown off. The tightness in his legs only grew as more and more weight was added onto his body. A seam of his pants seemed to have popped. The hair and skin was starting to show through.

Another ding forced him into another pose. This one included his legs, making them bulge and flex to help fight against the tension of his pants holding him back. Another few more seams started popping off. He could see more and more of his hairy legs. “Oh fuck yeah…” there was a moment before the next command and he was able to undo the button holding his pants together. 

His cock was set free. Instantly it started to grow right along with him. It didn’t matter how much he flexed or moved, blood kept flowing to make sure he was nice and hard. His hands started to explore his body some more. Slowly getting more and more sensual as he did so. The thick meaty hands gripped and groped his body.

He was getting so lost in the sensation he didn’t even notice as his pants were tearing away from his body or his toes pushing out from the front of his shoes. With all the added weight and height they couldn’t contain themselves in the small confined any more. Even the stretchiness of his socks were losing to the sheer size and growth of his feet as the seams snapped at the growth inside them.

‘Stats?’

“6’6”. 258 pounds. 49 years old.” Mike was just barely brought out of his deeply sexual haze. His hands were still having a joyous time feeling his thick heavy pecs, running up and down his strong arms and legs, and stroking his massive dick. But he was able to just barely able to tell what all was going on around him. Just by looking in the mirror, he could confirm that he was ten years younger.

His eyes went wide for just the second as he saw the more solid brown hair on his head and just how thick it had gotten. The skin around his face had tightened against his strong jaw and under his eyes. While the rest of his body didn’t look nearly as dry or cracked. And with each added second he could see his body looking younger and younger. Looking at the computer he could finally see the bar that just kept filling up and didn’t look like it had any sign of stopping.

A grin came on his face as he felt the age going away but some of the chat didn’t seem so happy.

‘HEY! STOP IT! Bring back my silver daddy!’

‘Fuck you he’s gonna be a jock now!’

‘Fuck me?! Oh hell no! Fuck you you stupid bitch! I finally get myself a good ole handsome daddy and then some whale has to take him away!’

‘I don’t know... He’s still really hot…’

‘Hmph!’

‘Go on bitch! Whine all the fuck you want but he’s going to be a jock now!’

‘I thought you liked coaches?’

‘I like both bitch! Don’t fucking judge me!’

‘I’m not…’

‘Stats?’

“6’6”. 262 pounds. 40 years old,” Mike said. He felt so much better. And then there was the added sensation of the extra libido. His mind couldn’t focus on anything other than his cock, yet he still knew his body was getting younger and younger. Each second his skin was clinging tighter to his muscles, showing off their taught definition even more. 

The fur that covered his arms, legs and chest was slowly starting to recede. Even though it was far darker brown than it had been, there was less and less of it covering up his muscles. His nipples hardened. Each one was far more sensitive than he remembered. “Oh fuck yeah…” the gravel in his voice was replaced with just his deep baritone and he could barely control it as his hand stroked his massive dick.

Mike’s hips bucked back as he felt a throb of his cock. ‘Not yet.’ His body wouldn’t let him finish. The ding from his computer made sure of that. The next command took a few seconds as it seemed to be a lot more complicated than any of them before. It wasn’t just, ‘flex this way’ or ‘show off that muscle.’

Instead an image popped into Mike’s head. He was on the college football team with someone he didn’t quite recognize. It was hard to tell but he was a pretty big guy as well. Mike felt the guy charge at him. “Oh fuck no,” he verbalized. “You ain’t that tough!” His body locked with the other guy, arms colliding and wrestling with each other. They wobbled back and forth.

It was a little difficult but Mike was able to get him to the ground. “Oh shit,” the guy in his imagination said. His hands were on the ground and it looked like he was crawling away.

“No you don’t,” Mike gripped the back of his neck and pulled his pants down. A large gaping hole was where his tight asshole should have been. “At least you’ve been preparing,” Mike mocked. He adjusted his cock and pushed it into the open space. His thick dick filled the cavern in front of him and a deep satisfied moan came out of the other guy. “That’s it you little bitch. You like that don’t you?”

“Oh fuck…” he moaned in pleasure. “So big…” His voice was hazy and unfocused. Mike pushed in further watching the man succumb to his powerful rod. Each thrust sent him falling forward just a little more.

Mike had to grip the back of his neck to keep him from sliding all the way to the ground. He kept pumping feeling the asshole tighten and loosen around his throbbing dick. It was finally too much for him to handle and released. His dick bounded for joy as he could finally feel the pleasure of finishing, especially in another man. 

However, once he was starting to come down from that high, he saw what was really going on. His body was in the hiker’s football stance as his dick bounced up and down joyously over the thoughts of taking down the big guy who was facing off against him. “Woah… What was that?”

‘Someone ordered a dreamstate. And it looked amazing!’

‘Hmph! I guess him as a jock ain’t so bad…’

‘Stats?’

‘6’6”. 264 pounds. 25 years old,” Mike said. But looking at the screen he could still see the age regression bar spinning around and around. “I’m glad you’re okay with it. Sorry I couldn’t stay your coach.”

‘Oh fuck him! He’s just a whiny baby! Now we can be workout partners! Though you are kind of young for me… =/’

‘Just means he has a lot to grow into.’

‘Fuck yeah he does! If he’s this big already, can’t wait to see how big he’ll get! Maybe we can get him on TV and wrestle with the big guys!’

“You think I can’t handle them now?” Mike threw up his arm and gave it a firm slap. The sound reverberated off the walls. “Huh?” he challenged.

‘Fuck yeah you can! Jesus! I guess I forgot how big you’d gotten! Anyways, GTG.’

‘Me too. Thanks for the great stream!’

‘At least I’ll have memories of my dream daddy… =P’

The screen flashed ‘livestream over’ and Mike could feel the new normal starting to set in. Looking around his house it was still the same as it had been. But if he wondered how a 19 year old was supposed to pay for such a place if he was also attending college. Looking over how much he’d made off this livestream, that answer was made very apparent. “Holy…” he stared at the number and just how many numbers were in it. 

Age regression wasn’t cheap and there was no way he was about to start complaining. But thinking back to that ‘dreamstate’ he was put into, he was starting to think about who the other guy could have been. His large annoying presence felt similar. And the guy had the same orange and black colors on his jersey as Mike so they were on the same team, but with the helmet he couldn’t quite tell. But then he remembered seeing the number on the back. ‘72’ That was Henderson. Zack Henderson.

“What the hell?”