Only for Fans Part 03 'Dean Michels'

Mike groaned as he slowly got out of his sleeping state. “Damn… What a dream…” his voice was gravely as he said his. His large hands went to his face as he tried to wake himself up even more.His thick muscular body rolled over and his eyes finally opened enough to see his new size. “What the hell!?” he nearly fell out of his bed at the sight that he saw in the mirror. 

It was unbelievable. His body had grown just like ‘in that dream.’ But all of it was real. Each time he lifted his arm, the man in the mirror would do the same. Mike flexed his arm and watched the muscle bounce. His eyes turned to his arm and it was the same size it was in the mirror, big and powerful looking.

“Holy hell…” a smile started to creep onto his face as he saw the definition. He kicked his legs off the side of his bed and saw the furry abs and chest across his body. A hand went to parse the dense amount of hair but it only made his eyes lock on what was between his legs. Never in his life had Mike thought he was small, but this was another world. The semi hard dick between his legs was almost as big as he had been hard. The bit of blood rushing to the member was filling it up just a little bit more. “Fuck…” he groaned as his hand brushed up against it.

It went straight as an arrow and throbbed. “Fu-ck…” it was more of a sensual moan as the rest of his body reacted. Every muscle seemed to have lightly spasmed as he touched it. Mike almost felt like a teenager again, getting random boners that he couldn’t control. But then again he hadn’t even realized that he was sleeping naked. His new size seemed to almost demand it as heat was radiating off him. It was still rather chilly outside but the mixture of fur and mass on his body seemed to keep him plenty warm. 

He stood up from his bed and gave himself an even better view. “No wonder they liked me so much,” he bragged about his body, throwing up another flex to see every bit of his new bulging body. But what impressed him most was how his view of his feet was blocked by his pecs instead of his belly. Even if he’d always kept in decent shape, age had caught up to him and it seemed impossible to keep that extra weight off. Any amount of training seemed almost too much effort to try. That and giving up beer and fast food would have been too hard as well. After his wife had died, Mike had taken to take out far more than he should have. But now cooking chicken breast and rice didn’t seem so tough. 

“Weird…” Mike thought as he realized that he now had several recipes of chicken breast memorized. He looked around his room noticing a few other oddities as well. Going through his closest, all his polos had changed to the colors of the local college and they looked like they would have just barely fit him. Mike settled on some jeans and a black t-shirt, but even those seemed to just barely be his size.

“Whatever,” he shrugged as he pulled up his jockstrap and headed towards his home gym. Once inside, he stopped again. “The hell?” he looked around the room seeing the massive amount of weights set up for him to work out with. There was even a squat rack in the corner with several 45 pound plates for him to use. 

Even though Mike was conscious of it, he could feel his body start going through the motions of warming up and getting ready to work out. He kept telling himself this was so weird, but it felt weirder not to do it. Every muscle seemed to be begging to be used and he wasn’t about to disappoint a single one of them. 

Once he started he didn’t want to stop. Feeling the blood flowing faster through his body and heart rate go up as he was pushing harder and harder through the last sets of each of his workouts felt amazing. As did the extra pump that his muscles gave off. Sweat had coated his hair, matting it together, but there was also a sheen to him. 

The smile on his face didn’t die down even after he’d gotten out of the shower. He couldn’t help but feel good. After a quick healthy, protein rich breakfast he headed to the store. There was already a list of everything that he needed. However, what surprised him most, was when he stepped out of his truck there were already so many stares. 

Men and women seemed to get their eyes locked on his body. Or maybe they were worried that the tight black shirt he was wearing could rip off his body at any moment. The tight fabric squeezed each and every one of his muscles and wrapped tightly around his pecs. Without thinking he ran his hand across his heavy pec, making his nipples hard. “Damn it…” he growled with a smile. 

Mike did everything he could to ignore the stares. Seeing the mixture of lust and jealously out of nearly everyone he passed, was making him hard again. He did his best to keep the blood flowing anywhere other than his dick, as the bulge against the zipper of his pants was already evident enough without the rod sneaking down one of his pant legs and causing a visible mess. Not to mention how he already had to walk with a bit of a waddle as his quads were rubbing up against each other and he wasn’t about to let his balls get stuck between them. 

“Milk… Eggs… Chicken… Rice…” Mike read off the bland menu but apparently his body craved each and every item on it. Even just thinking about the recipes he’d make, there was very little salt to add any flavor to it. 

“Coach Michels?” a soft voice behind him said.

“Huh?” Mike looked over his shoulder at the 20 year old staring up at him. Part of him was yelling, ‘how does he know that!?’ while another was simply saying, ‘I recognize him but not sure where.’ “Yea?” his grumbly voice said. He was able to keep his cool. “What can I do fer ya?”

“Uhhh… It’s Uhh… Drew…” he stammered.

“Alright. Drew. What can I do fer ya?” Mike asked. 

Drew jumped at the question. The authority in the coach’s voice sounded so final that he seemed to have forgotten what to say next. “I…. Ummmm… I well… It’s just I took you’re weight training class a few semesters ago but didn’t really gain any… Ummm… Well… Muscle. And I was wondering if you had any tips to gain some?” 

A deep grunt came out of the back of Mike’s throat. The sound only seemed to have scared the small guy even more. He probably weighed about as much as one of Mike’s legs. “You still been working out?”

“No..?” he squeaked.

“Then how the hell do you expect to gain any muscle?” it didn’t matter that Mike hadn’t raised his voice, the authority behind it nearly sent the other man to the floor.

“Right! I’m sorry!” Drew panicked. He started to back away.

“Oh no you don’t,” Mike’s massive hand grabbed him by the collar and pulled him closer, defying all the social distancing rules. Drew’s shirt stretched at the experience and he let out another gulp as his small body was so easily pulled away from its original position. “You wanna gain some muscle?”

“Well… Uhh… Confidence really…” he couldn’t look the older man in the eyes. 

“Toe-may-toe, tah-mah-toe,” Mike growled. “I said do you want to gain some muscle?”

“Y-yes…” Drew stammered. Another growl came out of the coach. “Yes!” his voice was a bit louder than it should have been but seeing the grin on Mike’s face made him realize that he said the right answer to the coach.

“Good,” Mike let him go. “But with all this social distancing shit going on we can’t use a real gym. Come by my house tomorrow night and we can get started.”

“S-sir?”

“Don’t worry. We won’t start off too bad. Something you can obviously do but if you puss out on me I’m going to be pissed. Got it?”

“Got it!” Drew kicked his feet together and nearly saluted.

“Good…” Mike smirked. He traded information with the student and then went back to grocery shopping. He wasn’t sure why he did that. The rest of his trip he kept thinking about why he was giving the kid such a chance but chalked it up to something about the coach thing the guys on his livestream had put him up to. Or maybe it was the blood rapidly flowing to his dick as he thought about it a bit more. “I’m not gay…” Mike told himself but the feeling he was having was far from any of the straight ones he’d had before. “Ehh… Whatever…” he shrugged.

Mike headed back to his house and put everything away. The rest of the day came and went. Though he made sure to get in a soft workout beforehand just to make sure his furry muscles were fully pumped for his new audience. Part of him was really starting to enjoy it. He booted up the website, took a deep breath and hit the livestreaming button. “Alright boys. How’s everyone feeling tonight? Ready for a tough workout?” he grinned as he flexed his arm in the sleeve of his shirt.