July 2024 Prompt: Ass-Guardian Ascension (Mini-Macro/Hairy/Strong Fat/Musk)

In the dimly lit corner of the local watering hole, a solitary figure nursed a pint of ale. His name was Erik, a young twink invited out by his friends before they had gone off leaving him at the bar. The hum of conversations and the occasional burst of laughter filled the air, creating a comforting ambience that was almost lost in the flicker of neon lights. Erik had always felt a pang of inadequacy in social settings, his self-consciousness a silent sentinel that kept him from truly connecting with others. Not help as even though he was fit and rather attractive, at least according to his friends, Erik always found a fault with himself to keep from putting himself out there.

Shaking his head in exhaustion, Erik glanced up from his near-empty mug to notice another drink before him. The bartender says it was a gift from an admirer, leaving Erik to help another patron before the slim man could further ask questions.

He took a tentative sip of the new beer, the taste unlike anything he'd ever experienced. It was rich, thick, and filled with an unexpected warmth that seemed to coil around his tongue before pooling into his stomach. The flavour grew stronger with each gulp, a peculiar blend of sweet and bitter, with a hint of something primal. As he swallowed, he felt a sudden surge of heat through his body, his cheeks flushing and his skin tingling. The liquid washed over his palate and down his throat, leaving a trail of electric sensation that made him gasp.

The warm heat in his stomach began to spread throughout him, already signalling the growth that was kicking in.

Biting back a moan as he kept chugging, Erik brought his free hand to his flat belly. His stomach gurgled deeply as it began to puff out and swell under his touch. Erik's skinny form began to stretch taller in spurts as his torso and waist thickened out, rounding ass filling out his seat on the bar stool he was on. Erik’s button-up shirt was getting tighter, riding up his swelling gut before popping open as his once flat chest began to bulge with swelling muscle, and dense pecs formed. Erik briefly struggled to keep from moaning, lowering his now half-full mug before a deep belch rumbled out of him. The growing man licked his lips, feeling the thickening hair of his growing beard. A sigh of relief came out as his feet, now touching the ground again, burst through his shoes with his limbs thickened out. The growing man wiggled his thicker toes, ripping through his socks.

“Fuck...” Erik moaned deeply, going back in for another deep drink, his body hit with another growth spurt, the heat of the growth causing his exposed body to sweat heavily. The growing Erik lifted his thickening, dense arms, sleeves shredding against his bulging biceps and exposing the thickening forest of armpit hair. Urging more and more as the growth worked on. Erik's thickening beard dripped down to his bulging pecs and round gut, mixing with his forest of body hair, the heaving chest and solid stomach bulging further and further with every deep gulp he took. Erik’s broadening ass swelled, tearing the back of his jeans along with his widening thighs as Erik found himself spreading over onto another bar stool. Even across two seats, Erik knew that the bars were cracking under his growing weight, and he wasn’t even close to done with his growth. Erik's broadening back spread further out, a virtual wall of muscles on muscles covered in a more than healthy layer of fat. Erik brought his ever-growing free hand to his solid belly, running it over the growing surface as he felt his once wispy body hair was now significantly denser, giving the thicker treasure trail and dense chest hair a proper appraisal. Giving the round belly a shake, feeling it begin to spill over onto the bar counter, Erik moaned as he felt the heavy bulge of his cock bounce too, stretching his now overtaxed briefs, though the fabric now resembled a speedo with how stretched it was against the burly man as the material tore and disappeared between his boulder-sized ass cheeks.

Relaxing under his touch, the growing Erik lowered his drained mug and licked his lips to capture the remnants caught on his burly moustache, feeling the curl of his facial hair, before heaving up a resounding belch that rattled the battles and glasses on the bar wall. The dancing crowd was shocked when taking in the sight of the stool-crushing behemoth.

"Let's have more fun!" Erik said, deep voice booming, reaching over the cracking bar counter. The manly god grabbing a keg single-handedly.

The bar's burly bouncer, named Tyrone, had noticed the commotion from the corner of his eye and had approached with a furrowed brow. The usually intimidating man's muscles flexed as he stepped closer, dwarfed by the sheer size of the immense man who was clearly growing before his eyes. The sight of the stools cracking and bending under Erik's weight was bizarre, but the sight of the torn fabric that had been Erik's clothes stuck to his newfound bulk was almost comical.

"Whoa, buddy, you gotta calm down," Tyrone said, his voice deep and authoritative. He reached out a hand to try and pull the immense man. Before he could touch the swelling giant, Erik's arm shot out, as fast as lightning despite how bloated with mass Erik's arm had been, and grabbed Tyrone by the scruff of his shirt. With a grin that showed off his growing beard, Erik pulled Tyrone closer, the bouncer's eyes widening with a mix of fear and awe.

In one swift motion, Erik hoisted Tyrone off the ground as if the large man weighed nothing. With a laugh that shook the very foundations of the bar, Erik brought Tyrone face-first into his armpit, the dense hair and musky scent enveloping the bouncer. Tyrone squirmed, trying to break free, but Erik's grip was like iron, his bulging hairy bicep flexing to keep Tyrone firmly in place. The air was thick with Erik's intoxicating musk, a potent blend of sweat, power, and something undeniably male. Wafting through the bar, causing heads to turn and nostrils to flare. The smaller men in the vicinity found themselves drawn to the scent, their pupils dilating and their breaths quickening, erections visible in their tight pants as they came up to the giant man. The intoxicating aroma washed over Tyrone like a wave, his struggles ceasing as the panicked bouncer grew aroused. His eyes glazed over, and a look of pure adoration spread across his face as his hands stopped scrambling, instead rubbing what he could of Erik’s godly form.

Once frozen in shock, the bar patrons began to murmur among themselves. They watched as Tyrone, known for his strength and authority, became putty in Erik's grip. The giant's muscles continued to inflate, fat bulging as the man grew. Each gulp from the keg seemed to add another layer of power to his frame, and the scent grew stronger. It was as if the very essence of masculinity had been bottled and was now seeping into the room. One by one, the men in the bar found themselves drawn to Erik, unable to resist the siren call of his power. They approached him, reaching out to touch his thick, hairy forearms and feel the warmth of his swollen body. A few men lay down to rub and worship Erik’s feet, breathing in what they could of Erik’s musk.