O’Melissokomos
The Bee Keeper

Return of the Barber Part 16

by Texzilla

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The Barber was used to conversations already being in full throttle mode when people entered his shop. But even after all this time, he was surprised at the level and tone of the one that just broke the silence. Yet even though the level of the argument might hint otherwise, there was an undercurrent of love and friendship between the men. Maybe more like respect on one side and love, if even unrequited love, on the other.

"What you said was insulting!!" The oldest of the three men said, obviously trying to get away from the two men following him.

"What I said I said with love and respect, you know that." replied one of the men, younger than the first man by at least 15 years, maybe 20.

"Bullshit." the original man replied.

"Sounded insulting to me." the third man said, getting evil eyes from both of the other two men. He was younger still, early 20's, if even that.

The first man, the oldest, slumped down in one of the Barber's waiting area chairs, a slight wheeze coming out. He was a heavyset man, late 50's at the youngest. Not horribly out of shape but a good healthy gut on him. He tugged at his tight black t-shirt when he noticed it bunched up between his gut and his chest, making his pecs look not so pec like as boob like. Self-consciously he then reaching up to scratch his grey white full beard as if hoping people would not notice the first move.

"Look, Walt." the second man said sitting down next to him. "You've got to know how much I love and respect you. You've always been a Father figure to me. But...."

"Here comes the big but!" the third man said, again getting a dirty look. Giving a shrug he grabbed one of the magazines from the stand and hopped up into one of the Barber's chairs, but not the one the Barber was standing behind. In many ways he was dressed the same as the older man, just a tighter t-shirt, with tighter faded jeans, but worn over a young healthily gym built body, topped off with a mass of salon enhanced golden curls, while the older man sported a full male pattern baldness horseshoe.

"But I'm not welcome in your god damn coffee house." the older man whispered in a low tone that revealed origin of his hurt feelings.

"Now that's not fair, I never said that." the second man said.

“I come in to have a coffee and visit with a guy I THOUGHT was a friend but you drag me into you fucking office and tell me I’m too old and too queer to come in there any more. After all I’ve done to help you. Anyone else on the city board would be fined and cited you for all the problems you had setting up your shop. BUT I was STUPID enough to guide you through all your fuck ups so you could open and STAY open.” The older man said with almost a lump in his throat. “Now you make me feel like you think I was doing it to get in your fucking pants. Just thought you were a friend, Skip”

"Walt… you ARE a friend.” The second man, known as Skip, said sitting down next to the older man, Walt. “You mean a lot to me.”

Hearing that all Walt could think was, yea but not as much as your friendship meant to me.

Skip continued, “You are welcome in my shop at any time, coffee will always be on the house for you. It's just…..since you retired……the whole Daddy persona and...the outfit. Like the other night, stopping in after hitting the bars… in the leather and the vest and the not wearing a shirt with the vest..."

"And thank god he wore jeans with those chaps or we all would have seen a big butt." the kid in the chair said.

"Why the fuck are you here anyway Eric? The term for you is ‘silent partner’ yet you’re always shooting your mouth off and hanging around. Who’s watching the place anyway if you’re here nosing in on our private conversation. Isn’t that big kid coming in for a job interview?"

"Marc and Deena are in charge of the place. They'll be fine. Interview is not till later tonight. I just needed some air. And I needed to make sure you got our message across. You see, he’s not my friend, he’s the reason three housewives got up and left. If he had gone ass-less with those chaps the whole place would have cleared out the other night."

“So this is all his idea. Nice set of balls you got there Skip if you can’t stand up to this twerp.”

Getting back to consoling his hurt friend. "Walt……I run a small coffee place in a world run by Starbucks. I'm not going to deny that a certain part of the clientele is gay. I love that the gays kids from the college show up to drink coffee, do their homework and use our free WiFi. Gay friendly but I can’t be gay exclusive and stay in business. I want the place to be all encompassing. But when you come in, dressed to full Bear, hitting on the college guys...."

"Say it." Eric said without even looking up form the magazine he was reading across from them.

"It's embarrassing to you and it's embarrassing to the rest of us. I just don’t want people to think of you as some old fool."

"Old fool? Well excuse me for getting old here, Skip. Things were different when I was your age. No social networking, no acceptance for anyone who wasn’t a gym twink like Eric. How he claims not to be gay is still beyond me."

"Just because I'm so hot I get hit on by both girls and guys does not mean I respond to the guys." Eric said. "I'm not gay, I'm stylish."

"Shut up," Walt said continuing. "Everything I learned in the 70's and 80's says I should be living in a one room apartment with a lot of cats, stock piling old newspapers and miserable. Or dead. I might have come into the Bear community late but it just wasn't there when I was your age, or at least wasn't there enough for me to find out about it. But now I do know and I love it so much, I don't see why.."

"I know Walt but there's a time and a place for everything."

"Just that easy huh? Want me to keep it all in the closet when I'm around you. I see you hitting on the girls who come in, the college girls. How much longer do you think you're going to be able to get away with it? How many more years before you cross the line from being Eric to being me?"

"God help me." Eric muttered.

"How long till a nickname like Skip goes from being retro cool to kind of sad there RODNEY?"

"Fine, I’ve said what I was going to say. If you still want to pout like Eric here when we run out of cranberry biscotti go right ahead. Anyway, where are we?" Skip said looking around if he truly did have no idea where they were.

"It's called a barber shop." The Barber said taking out a long white sheet, giving it a snap and moving towards the chair the young Eric was sitting in.

"I don't do Barber shops." Eric said slamming his magazine shut, obviously ready to leave now that the show was over.

"Sure you do." The Barber said wrapping the cloth around Eric's neck and fastening it at the back.

"Well I guess." Skip said getting up form his chair and walking over to the other empty one. "We should be getting back but we have been taking up your waiting room area, so sure, why not. Come Walt, get in the last chair, my treat."

"Nahhh, I don' have enough to cut."

With Eric still sitting in the chair the Barber threw a sheet around Skip, clipped it in back and hit the foot peddle to lean him back into the sink. A few pumps on the shampoo dispenser and some vigorous messaging of the hair had Skip all soaped up.

"Just stay here and drain while I take care of your friend." The Barber said leaving Skip and heading over to Eric.

"Going to wash my hair too? Be careful not to lose the perm and the highlights."

"Oh, we're losing them." The Barber said spitting on the paddle of a hair straightener to make sure it was hot. The slight sizzle told him it was.

Starting at Eric's left side the Barber separated out a batch of the golden curls, clamped the hair straightened at the base and slowly pulled back. As the hair appeared out the opposite end of the small flat paddles it was clearly no longer curled. It also was so pitch black, as to be almost blue. The Barber pulled the straightener farther and farther down and back. As he did so, long straight black hair continued to taper out the back end long after the blonde curls made their way into the front end. 8 inches of curly blonde hair was replaced by almost two feet of black straight hair. The first long strip of black hair ended long past the shoulder length its original form was, down to the lower part of Eric's back.

The Barber moved into the next section of hair. Grabbing the section as before he pulled the gold hair till it was long and black. While doing so, Eric began other changes with each section of hair that was straightened. Beneath the sheet seams started to snap almost immediately on his tight blue jeans and tight t-shirt. Giving way to the muscles that were ballooning. Legs that had been toned from hours on the Elliptical now were so thick they could never use a machine designed for fluid motion. These legs were by hours of straining muscles, pushing weights and defying gravity. Last to go of the original clothes Eric had been wearing below his waist was his underwear, which shredded like paper when his ass exploded. Hips no longer thin as when he ran track in high school. Each ass cheek was now as thick and as solid as each of his legs.

The barber chair was having trouble withholding the bulk of the monster that was growing in it. It even let out a slight stress grown as Eric’s upper body began changes. Not wanting his lower half to have all the fun, Eric belly swelled with a roid gut that put his former 4-pack to shame. Veins started creeping up through the flesh from his groin, leaving a latticework that looked like it might break through his skin. The changes followed up, forcing Eric not an inny, not out outy bellybutton into a had to be an outy cause there was no place to go in anymore.

The Barber found himself as the exact back of Eric’s head. Grabbing the section of hair that would separate the left side from the right side of Eric’s head, the Barber began stretching out the longest length of black hair. While Eric’s cock went along with the lengthening party as well. Certainly not the almost two feet that the hair was stretched into, Eric reasonably OK dick went for a walk down his lap. The veins that popped on his belly were nothing to the ones his cock now sported. They worked down the shaft till they hit the head, and continued on as a foreskin regrew, stopping just before it went past his dick head. The knob on the end swelled some, but not overly. This was one of those long cocks, the kind that when taken out to pee seems to need a few more seconds of fumbling with to release it completely as compared to the other guys at the urinal. The hair about his dick, now the only hair on his body besides what was on his head, also turned from it’s natural brown to straight black. The carpet finally matching the drapes that were being installed.

Having done the left side of Eric’s head the Barber moved over to his client’s other side. The big man in the chair took a deep breath and as he did so, his chest swelled to impossible size. The lower hem of the sheet covering him rise several inches due to be pushed out farther by Eric’s ponderous new pecs. Solid, heavy, the kind that hung out then down due to the weight. Just as round at the top as they were at the bottom. From the hard nipples veins again shot out across the chest. They didn’t stop when they hit Eric’s shoulders and neither did the changes. Only arms three or four times bigger than the one’s Eric walked in with could possibly pick up the weights needed to grow the chest he now had, and those were the arms he suddenly had. Every muscle, every inch was like an anatomy lesson. If size and mass were perfection, then perfection has been achieved. Eric was left with biceps almost as big as his head.

The Barber only had a few more sections of hair left. Soon enough the last clumps of blonde hair would be gone. The straightener grabbed the last bit, but the Barber took his time. As he pulled out, Eric face started to shift. His face became more angular, cheekbone more defined, sharper. His chin that should be grossly squared off still had a slight point to it. Lips became longer on each side but only slightly fuller. Over his entire body Eric’s skin color darkened some, to a golden brown of a man who would never need to pay a tanning salon every again. As his eyebrows arched slightly his eyes shifted to their new Asian configuration. Heavy lidded, lashes all but missing. But there was no denying the masculine beauty of the Asian muscle god that now sat in the Barber’s chair.

“How about giving him some attention while I help out your other friend?” the Barber said to Walt as he flipped the end of the sheet up, exposing Eric’s new long cock that was quickly going hard.

Walt needed no explanation as to what was going on or any another coaxing to get out of his chair and latch onto the new Eric’s new dick with his tongue.

“This might mean a little less business coming my way from you, dear boy, but it’s really the only style that will fit.” The Barber said laying down the straightening tool and picking up his straight razor. He took a second to check the edge, turning it back and forth in the light, letting it glisten, before starting at one temple and beginning to take quick little strokes back. As his hands flew back Skip’s hair flew off. There was no stubble left behind, just perfect hairless bald skin. Skin that would never again grown another hair.

The changes to Skip weren’t as dramatic as to Eric. At least not so far. His form did expand far beyond the usual gym rat. Well into bodybuilder territory. Just not muscle machine beast like the man in the chair next to him. His pecs were the first to start, jutting out from his chest like stone slabs. Then rounding off just a bit. Another pass from the front to the back of his head and Skip was getting balder and bigger. Arms expanded to nice full proportions. Forearms that had taken on a little definition lost the subtle detail and muscled out to match the bulging biceps Skip now sported. As the Barber started his next pass, along with Skip’s legs beginning to flesh out, a shadow of a beard began to grow on his face. Not more than a two or three day’s growth, but enough to create a dramatic shadow when compared to the pure skin tone the top of his hairless head now had. The hair growth began to creep down Skip’s body. Where the coffee shop owner had a pleasant, slightly too well groomed sprinkling of chest hair, his growing pecs began to get covered in brown fur. Concentrating more in the middle of his pecs, where the hair became longer. Skip felt a slight itching on his now much wider back when the forest began taking root there too. He reached down and adjusted his thicker cock through the denim jeans he still wore, although they were considerable tighter than when he walked in. The hairs above and around his cock inched out, even covering the loosening sack the held his ever growing, low hanging egg sized balls. Skip carefully scratched each side of his lower legs with the motorcycle boots that had taken the place of his Nike’s when the leg hair between his feet and his knees grew in as thick as the hair on his chest now was. To get a better angle, the Barber leaned Skip’s head forward a bit and pointed it slightly to the left.

Whatever mild concentration he had been allowed to have on his transformation in the mirrored wall across from him drifted away as his full attention sifted to the blowjob that was going on in the chair next to him. There was more going on that his business partner Yun enjoying the mouth of…….no wait, Yun wasn’t his business partner, that was some kid named…..anyway, Yun was his doorman. And his big Asian muscle buddy was getting some expert service. Although there was something not quite right in what Skip was seeing.

With each slurp down on Yun’s cock the Asian monster seemed to be getting just a little bit older. A few strands of grey mixing in with the pitch black. His face, still handsome but getting a few lines here and there. Somehow making Yun seemed even more masculine. A shift hit Yun’s muscles as Walt kept sucking. Still big, still beyond massive, but they took on that well lived in look that long time bodybuilders got. Maybe even a slight layer of fat coming in, giving off that classic off season appearance so many of the bodybuilders had before their shows. But there was more going on that just off season. Well seasoned was more like it. As if Yun had lived the life of a monster builder and was now on the other side of a peak, but his body hadn’t fully caught on yet.

To even out the whole experience, as Yun got older, Walt was getting younger. Hair had not only started growing back on his bald patch on top of his head, the hair along the sides was getting darker. Instead of coming back it’s original mousey brown it was now a more vibrant dark red. The age lines in Walt’s face that were fairly pronounced when he began sucking Yun’s cock were now long gone. Walt could now easily pass for a guy in his early 40’s if not late 30’s. While Yun was clearly into his 40’s now. Walt’s waist was larger than it should be, but nowhere near what it had been. His jeans and t-shirt continued to shirk as the rest of him did. From his vantage point the ever growing Skip could see Walt’s biceps begin to take a definite swing towards growing stronger, the fat turning to bulk and the bulk looking mighty good.

With the final pass of the Barber’s straight razor done Skip reached up and pulled the sheet off himself. This revealed a damn fine bodybuilder with a coating of hair so dense in placed that it blocked sight of his skin. He no longer wore a shirt and his jeans looked ready to burst. But most of that was due to the rock hard cock pressing against the fabric. It only too a quick flip with his thumb to undo the large Rodeo themed golden belt buckle and yank his zipper down.

“Son.” Skip said in a deep voice that more than hinted a true Texan drawl. “Yur wan’ed over he’a.” Fingers now rough his calluses undid his button fly, letting a beer can thick cock out of its holding pen.

Eyes that had been a little cloudy with the beginning onset of glaucoma now sparkled bright blue at the site of another cock to service. Walt left Yun to stroke his own while he took his place between Skip’s legs. Except he knew that this wasn’t Skip, why would someone call this son, grandson and great grandson of a horse thief Skip when he was all about the Rodeo. Rodeo he was and Walt was going to be riding that Rodeo. Yun also pulled the sheet off himself. Naked he pushed his muscled bulk out of the chair and followed Walt. He was shorter now than when he came in, around 5’5”. But unlike other sorter bodybuilders, his mass was still intimidating large. He waited till Walt was in place. Just bending his knees slightly Yun was able to start fucking Walk’s back. Running his long dick up and down the valley between Walt’s shoulder blades.

The second his mouth touched his new boss’s dick the changes started again. Even more dramatic than with Yun. Walt’s age went down year after year, back farther till he was clearly in his 30’s, then late 20’s than even down further to his early 20’s. Stopping at an age where his driver’s license would have said 19 but everyone looking at his would guess 22/23. One of those kids that looked older till you got closer, and saw the vibrant youth in his eyes and his smile. His grey unkempt beard was now a flame of red around his mouth. Perfectly trimmed yet rugged at the same time. His hair had grown in, the top now a lush and thick as the sides had once been. He didn’t need any help from the Barber to have is shift into a perfect flat top. There were guys in the service that minute who didn’t have such head of hair that military perfect. There might have been some fat left on the kid, but it just went to further the complete stocky bear cub Walt now was. Although he seemed to think the name Wally would be better. Kind of cute when said to a fireplug of a guy like he was. The t-shirt was still stretched across his chest but no one was going to be mistaking his pecs for tits any longer. Although they were bigger than most of the girl’s tits who came into the coffee shop. Wait, did they all work in a coffee shop? Where was it that Rodeo owned?

Wally looked up at his boss and somehow was able to smile even though he had a cock way down his throat. With each suck the hair that covered Rodeo from foot to head started going silver grey. Not completely turning the guy into a polar bear, but a perfect mix of brown fur and age defining silver. His chest hair around the edges was still brown but got lighted and greyer as it became a silver forest in the middle. Rodeo’s thick beard became a matching grey while his now walrus thick mustache remained brown, for the most part. Lines began to creep out on Rodeo’s face. Good character creases, around the forehead and on the side of his eyes. Over all his skin took on a health sun tanned leather look, and got that just loose enough to hint that maybe the guy wearing it had at one time been a little bit bigger, when he was younger. But just like Wally was now in his late teens but might pass for 20’s, Rodeo was in his 50’s but looked like he had been around since the World started and was fighting it hard since day one. Rodeo was one of those guys who get respect the second they opened their mouths. Daddy was home.

With a deep grown Rodeo grabbed the arm rests of the barber chair and shot his load long and deep down Wally’s mouth. Yun at the same time shot his load all over the back of Wally’s shirt. The three man-bears stayed in place for a few minutes, gasping for breath and trying to pull themselves together.

“Let’s go.” Rodeo said pulling his dick from Wally’s mouth and stuffing it back into his jeans. “Got a business to run.”

He stood up from the chair and helped the young cub who had bee servicing him to his feet. Rodeo was tall now. Damn tall. They do things bigger in Texas and Rodeo was Texas personified. At least 6’4” and the well worn cowboy boots made him even taller. He pulled the t-shirt that was now hanging out of his back pocket and pulled it over his massive frame. The black shirt fit like a second skin, with tuffs of grey chest his poking out the top, and not quite reaching the top of his jeans, exposing hints of his 8 pac and the fur that covered them. On the front in big black white letters read the word “BOSS”, as if anyone needed the hint.

Yun had found his clothing bunched up on the floor. He had a bit more problem getting his black t-shirt over his humongous upper body. But once all the stretching and pulling was done, the black sleeveless tee was his place. His pants weren’t really pants. The closet anyone could call them would be like biker’s stretch pants. Except these were even tighter, and the stretch fabric caught the light is steaks of lightning just as Yun long black hair did. The bulge in the crotch was reinforced with what could only be considered a codpiece. Yun didn’t say anything, he wasn’t the talkative type, not now at least. He did get a great smile oh his face as he ran his finger up the back of Wally’s shit. He pulled away a finger coated in his own cum and stuck it in his mouth, like a kid licking the last frosting out of the can.

“Git yur shirt off, boy.” Rodeo said grabbing the collar and giving Wally’s shirt a yank so hard it almost pulled off in one try. “Kain’t have ya advertising the place out in public with a shirt coated in spurm. Git a new one out of storage when we get back.”

Removing Wally’s shirt revealed his own forest of red chest hair on top of big beefy pecs. An enticing treasure trail spread from the chest down to below the line of his knee length jeans. In the right light, flecks of gold hair would catch the light from within all the red. The jeans rode just low enough so that the top of his obviously untrimmed pubic bush would make an appearance when they started walking towards the door.

“Excuse me gentlemen” The Barber said stopping them. “You forgot the hand soap you were asking about.” He held up a gallon plastic jug. The writing on it listed some unknown brand name but making it clear the contents was hand soap for business use.

“Oh yea.” Rodeo said as if he was suddenly remembering a conversation that hadn’t taken place. “You sure ya kin spare this?”

“My pleasure. You seemed so happy with its results. I’m sure it’ll work well at your location.” The Barber responded, handing over the jug with a smile.

“Don’t see no distributor info. What’a I do when I be needin’ more” Rodeo asked.

“Oh trust me, that’s all you’ll ever need.” The Barber said with a smile.

Rodeo shrugged as the three men left the Barber’s shop. It was only a quick walk down the street to the coffee shop they had left a while back. Was it an hour, maybe two? It was dark out now, the evening crowd was settling in. Yun took his new, but now usual at the same time, place outside the door. It’s where a doorman/bouncer was needed the most.

“Kid, go n’ switch out the soap in the bathrooms with this stuff, git a new shirt and start getting the bar ready. I’ll take care of the Staff.” Rodeo said as Wally all but ran off to the Men’s room with the soap container.

As Rodeo made his way thought the coffee place, the lights seemed to dim more. Not going out all the way but giving the location more atmosphere. Seeing the large grey muscle bear saunter through as if he owed the place, which he did, several of the clientele quickly downed their coffee and made for the exit.

Rodeo made it to the coffee bar and snapped his fingers several times to get the attention of his employees. He caught them at a time when they were talking amongst themselves with no customers around. At first they gave him an odd look. As if they weren’t sure who he was as much as knowing they had to listen to the man.

“Three of you here, where’s what’s her name?” Rodeo said standing at the entrance to the serving area so none of them could run out.

“Heather’s on her cigarette break.” Deena said putting away the sketch she was working on. In-between making espresso and cappuccinos the heavyset Goth girl was always sketching out her next tattoo.

“Go git her. New rules I wanna to go over.” Rodeo said, moving just enough out of the way so Deena could leave the area behind the counter and head to the back door. Out in the alley was where the staff, only Heather actually, was allowed to smoke.

“New rules?” One of the two guys left asked. This was Weed. It was actually his name and it actually fit him. Long lean body, scruffy blondish beard and a mass of unkempt hair. He had what could be described as a tiny face. Beady eyes set close together, nose was strangely small and his mouth would be no more than a small slit if it wasn’t for the Shaggy inspired clump of hair under it. For some reason the kid could never find clothes to wear except those about 2 sizes too big, making him look even thinner. But he made a good cup of coffee and he showed up on time, when his 40 year old broke down scooter was running at least. Only his showing up on time would last past the next 5 minutes.

Standing behind him, as to have the ultra thin Weed block Rodeo’s view on him, stood the next best thing to TV’s Barney Fife, Marc. Nervous, unsure, while at the same time, in his opinion, the only person who knew how to do everything around the shop. Not really older than the rest of the crew, but his constant worrying and stress was aging him faster. From puling the best cups of coffee to running the computer system, Marc had everyone beat. He just didn’t have the backbone to look anyone in the eye with his sense of superiority.

“Start of each shift I want to see you all headin’ into the rest rooms and washing your hands. Usin’ lots a soap. Health departmen’ rules. Go now.”

“My shift’s almost over and I….”Marc whined.

“Then everyone is also washing their hands at the end of their shifts. Go.”

The two men walked past their boss, was he a new boss, and headed towards the men’s room. As they entered Wally came out with the bottle they’d gotten from the Barber.

“Make sure you use the soap.” He said giving them a big smile and flashing them the plastic jug. “Employee rules.” Wally next made his way to the Lady’s room, after first making sure it was clear.

Weed rolled his eyes in his head and all but punched open the Men’s room door with his bony hand. The two men walked up to the sink, Weed running the water right away but Marc taking a second to pump the little button on the soap dispenser first.

“They said to use the soap.” Marc said rubbing his hands together, making sure they were coated.

“Yes like they’re going to be able to…” Weed started to say, but stopped.

He was mesmerized by what was happening to Marc. Spreading out from his hand Marc was getting bigger. His average late 20 year old build getting bigger and more muscular with each soapy rub of his hands. His arms beginning to stretch the fabric of the company themed polo shirt he wore. The shirt shifted to be sleeveless exposing his new upper arms. They were big, you could see the biceps and triceps well enough, but not chiseled as a bodybuilder’s would be, just large like a man who had to work for a living needed them to be. His chest swelling to new demotions while his gut followed quickly behind. Marc’s build was getting heavy and heavier with each second. Within seconds Marc had taken on the shape one would normally see on a long time construction worker. The upper body was huge, even when not compared to its former size. Big arms, big chest and a big back. No real definition like Yun and Wally had, but maybe something more. It was a build that had years to settle in. Not something that as being added to day after day at the gym. There was some fat, yes, but no mistaking the solid build beneath it. His legs swelled up, as did his ass. Leg muscles that were there to haul building materials but construction sites in all types of weather, not do leg pressed on steel monsters in air condition rooms. His dick lengthened and got thicker. From a disappointing to all the girls it tried to service 3 too an ass ripping 7. The foreskin on the end was one of the few remaining things that Marc was going to be allowed to keep. Except that instead of the gumdrop sized head it covered before, the foreskin was thick and heavy over a doorknob of a dickhead. Almost at quickly as Marc’s age went up to about 45. His face got older, and rounder. A good heavy chin settled in under his current one. His eye got some Marc’s skin began to darken. A few more age lines to that face were joined with a broader nose, fuller lips and a deep mocha brown tone. His short hair twirled into a neat Afro with sprinkles of grey at the temples. Under his now tightly fitting STAFF t-shirt Marcus’ chest hair’s texture changed to matched his new heritage, and spread out to his large dark brown puffy nipples.

“Use. The. Soap.” Marcus again said to Weed. Who did not need a third reminder. Marcus leaned against the sink, crossing his big arms across his chest, watching with alert pleasure his stick of a co-worker jump into action as his command. This Marcus has to go to work full time since he was 15. He’d seen it all. Might not have had the schooling his co-workers had, but he knew more about life than they’d ever learn by the time they reached his age. Marcus now didn’t mind having to find a job outside of the construction world he knew so well. Best of all, he didn’t have to hide who we was here. And his age was one of the reasons he got hired, not the reason he couldn’t work anymore like the Site Boss of the construction crew told him.

The thin hands pumped the soap out and quickly got the suds going with the water. And the changes quickly took over too. There was noting subtle about the changes that were taking over Weed, but there was a lot of growing to do. Weed’s body quickly erupted from his clothing. One second an emaciated vegan, the next second a pro bodybuilder covered in shreds of clothing that had been two sizes too large, but were in fact three sizes too small for the new Weed. The only thing left that he was wearing was the apron they were all given. And even it quickly changed from a green organic twill to heavy pure black leather. The straps that went around his neck were barely long enough to make the journey from one side of his chest to the other. There was another muscle beast in the house that would give Yun some competition. But where Yun always went for size alone, Bahari had spent the last 10 years going for size but not losing any of the symmetry. A chest that hung down so heavy his nipples pointed almost to the floor Arms that were too massive to be taken in all in one glance. The snake like veins going from his bowling ball sized shoulders, down over his even bigger biceps before shattering like a blaze of fireworks into smaller veins tightly covering his equally large forearms. There was no reason why, no way it could have been but in some strange way despite all the muscle, the perfect balance of it all gave the muscle monster a certain amount of gracefulness and man of his size never had. Bahari’s legs grew longer, maybe a little too long. This only gave the muscles room to grow though. And anatomy lesson in leg muscles took root on Bahari’s legs. Despite their undeniable bulk, there again was the grace missing from so many other bodybuilders. As if Bahari had had the body of a dancer, and added three times as much muscles than a dancer would need to it. But did so with an artistic eye. Looking into the mirror and smiling like the Devil, Bahari went back for more soap. It had the effect he secretly was hoping for. More muscles joined the team and like Marcus his skin tone started taking a decidedly darker shade. Except it didn’t stop at cocoa brown like his buddy, it went all the way to pure black and even then, somehow looked darker. Even the whites of his eyes seemed to be slightly brown. The mass of unruly hair grew out and then down his back. Twisting and twirling into thick black dreds. Each round and heavy, like a strand of sausages. When it was done, the dreds gathered together is a makeshift ponytail joined at the back of Bahari’s head. Somehow taming the unruly mass. On the floor the shreds of his old clothing warped into a pair of leather chaps and a white jock strap. Out in the parking lot, a beat up ancient Vespa scooter, ridden only for its retro hip coolness, disappeared into the shadows only to have a perfectly maintained Kawasaki Vulcan motorcycle take its place. The man in the mirror liked the feeling of power between his legs as he rode it. The man in the mirror liked getting rode, too. Despite being the biggest black piece of muscle meat in the city, Bahari was unashamedly the biggest bottom in town too. He didn’t care what others thought. We was still going to be the first openly gay black Mr. Universe EVER. That was the plan, he wouldn’t stop till it was the reality.

“Think your apron could use some adjusting.” Marcus was heading behind Bahari and untying the knot in back. This exposed Bahari’s solid ass to his co-worker’s gaze. “Mighty fine.” Marcus said running his hands over the black orbs. Finding that barely gave to his touch they were so dense.

“Why don’t you find out how good this soap is?” Bahari said, still smiling away in the mirror. In the small confine of the men’s room, with the wall to wall tiling, it was a battle to see whose voice was rumble and shake the walls more.

“That I will.”

Marcus reached over quickly took a couple of pumps from the soap dispenser with one hand while he undid his shorts with the other. Gravity took care of the shorts falling to the ground and letting his brown cock free. Quickly he coated his dick with the soft soap, just enough so that he wouldn’t be dry fucking his buddy. Weed took a couple of steps back and then out, bending over the sink and letting his ass split down the middle enough to let Marcus in. And within seconds, Marcus was in.

As the head of his new brown dick slipped into the confines of Bahari’s new black ass, there was finally something to take the stupid grin off his face. Only for a second or two though. Then the grin was back. Half because Bahari loved getting fucked. The other half because Bahari could feel his own new black dick begin to grow. He couldn’t let go of the sink counter but from the feel of it, his dick as half way to his knees and still stretching. It was going to be tough to stuff the boa that now sprung from Bahari’s groin, along with tangerine sized balls, into posing briefs for competitions. Strangely, in the competitions where he had the hardest time hiding his girth, Bahari always won those contests. Sweat pouring off his forehead, his face bouncing up and down as Marcus pile drove his ass into next week, but all Bahari could do it look himself in the eyes in the mirror and know he has never been happier.

“Gentlemen” Rodeo said from the Men’s room door. Being a southerner he usually called his employees, ‘Boys’. As both a sign of affection and because of their age difference. But also knew, as a southerner, what that would mean coming from him to two fine examples of African American beef. “This all what we consider followin’ tha health rules?”

“We’ll… wash… our hands… when… we’re done… Boss.” Bahari said with each plow of Marcus’ dick.

Rodeo just shook his head and let the door close behind him. He could still hear the grunting and groaning as he stepped over to the Lady’s room. He peeked in but it was empty still. Checking the bar out, things looked like they were going good from his evening service. Wally had his shirt back on and was setting up the bar like he was suppose to. The kid was really coming along. Best Bar Back he’d ever hired. Was going to have to take the kid even more under his wing. So to speak.

Coming from the exit, Deena and Heather’s eyes budged out a little at the bar. Not fully sure of the changes that had been taking place.

“Ladies, we don’t have all night. Get in the washroom, wash your hand good and soapy before you serve another beer.” Rodeo ordered.

The two girls sheepishly moved to the lady’s room. Just as they entered they saw Yun dragging a yuppie by the collar across the floor. The young guy was panting “But I don’t need to wash my hands.” Knowing something was going on, and the sooner they washed their hands the better, the two girls quickly ran into their washroom, diving for the sink.

“Crazy stuff going on out there.” Heather said beginning to pump out the soap.

“I’ve seen weirder.” Deena said, not with a knowing tone but more of a know it all tone.

“Right.” Heather thought. “Once again the ‘I’m the Goth girl who does my own tattoos’ bit. ‘My boyfriend’s mother was high on Crack when she was 8 months pregnant with him and fell off the back of a motorcycle….which makes it OK for him to beat me…. cause he’s deep.’ bullshit.” She thought mockingly. “Nothing more than suburban trash wanna be. Wouldn’t know exotic if she saw it. I might not be doing much with my life but at least I admit to living a boring life, not pretending I’m all exotic and edgy.”

But exotic was going to be in the room soon enough. Almost as if on queue Heather started getting taller and getting bigger. Her 5’2” frame stretch up to 6 feet. Her shoulder’s spread out and her thighs thinned in. An ass that was far too flabby on such a young girl got round, with a defined bubble quality. It even dimpled in on the sides as a good coating of hair snaked it’s way up between the globes. Her exposed midriff became a tight 8 pack, her arms the kind of sinewy tight muscles of someone who worked out with a definite plan of keeping lean and hard. Her legs also lost their bulk and leaned out to the kind only long distance runners had. The hair from her ass spreading like a forest fire down her legs and up her chest. Long gone were the pert breasts of a 20 something slowly going to pot. Now he sported hard pecs. The kind that showed off the valley and creases of the muscles without being ponderously big like most of the guys who worked at the bar. Hector, as he now knew he was called, let out a laugh that went from a slightly girlish giggle to a deep rumble as his dick formed in his pants. Guess that’s what happens when your nuts come in. Her brownish hair with way too many cheap blonde highlights went black. There was a slight curl to the end of it but he usually wore it so slicked back to his skull that it rarely showed. While his skin paled a little his nipples did not turn remain pink but went with a darker brownish shade. Heater’s face had been getting more masculine all the time, but now he winced a little as the detailed changes kicked in. The jaw got a little squarer, with the chin protruding out a bit too much. His nose went for broke as his all but erupted from his face. A large beak that was in no way unpleasant took the place of what Heather always wanted to call a button, but really wasn’t. Cheekbone grew out, leaving a hollow from cheekbone to chin. Heather’s eyes were nice eye, the kind maybe a teacher would have. This man’s eyes were nothing less the mesmerizing. Large eyes with a slight almost Asian hint to them. Deep brown pupils that anyone staring into would be immediately lost in. Lashes were longer than Heather’s, longer than you’d expect on a man, but perfect for this face. Eyebrows grew in thick on a stronger more pronounced forehead. And so did his bread stubble grow in, and grow in some more. Hector was now one of those guys who could shave at 6 and look like he needed another shave at 6:15. The lithe muscles, the pale skin and the hawkish face added an exotic beauty to the man. When he spoke his thick eastern European accent confirmed his heritage. There were a lot of different terms but, now that he was in America, it was just easier to tell people he was a Gypsy. It was the term they best understood. Multiple earring sprouted from each ear, both some studs but mainly long dangly ones. Rings and studs made their way onto his thick brow. He was proud of his new one that looked like a mini barbell, thought it fit the crowd at the bar well. Piercings continued to emerge around Hector’s body as he looked over to his friend and her soapy hands.

Deena meanwhile was losing what little shallow exotic quality she prided herself in gaining, more like buying, over the years. Deena wasn’t fat, she was obese. One of those women with a huge trunk toped off with giant breasts that were in no way sexy. No matter how much she tried to play up the cleavage. Big ass and big upper legs, but her size lessened to normal sized calves and tiny feet. Making her look like a flower plant bulb turned upside down and forced into cheap high heels. But as she washed her hand, all that ponderous weight she had struggled for so many years began to shift. The pounds weren’t melting away. It was redistributing in a more healthier and definitely masculine direction. She had grown even taller than Hector but the weigh was now just about right. Clumps of fat became island of rock hard muscles. With more muscles being added after all the fat was used up. Deena was growing into the perfect four by four kind of guy. Everything you’d expect from a former high school football quarterback. Except this wasn’t the football hero that went to pot, this was the All American kid going All American bear. Those big tits were now healthy pecs, big square stone slabs on her chest. The nipples shank some, but being the guy with the maybe too big nips was this new Danny’s thing. The fat ass that had trouble getting behind the opening for the behind the counter area perked up, squared off and mounded beautifully. Try to bounce a quarter off of Deena’s ass and the fat might have absorbed it. Do the same for Danny and duck as the coin would ricochet back at twice the velocity. Her legs evened out so that the upper part and the lower part were both solid trunks that would be needed to carry all that new muscles. The calves a little too big, but was that really a bad thing? Her dyed long black hair pulled in and became a short spiky dyed blond bush on top of his square head. Her nose had been a little bulbous but his nose had that cute but tough pug quality. It let people know that in spite of his stupid smile on his innocence face, he wasn’t someone to mess with. The muscles weren’t just for show. He knew how to use them. He was gaining new ones all the time to put to work too. All the bad self made tattoos that covered the areas she could reach drained away, except for the ones on his left arm. Those reformed into a Pride Flag with a retro Smiley Face in the middle. It just fit his bright and cheerful personality perfectly. Just like the WAY out of character yellow STAFF t-shirt and denim short shorts didn’t fit the bar’s persona. But Rodeo knew the clients liked it so he allowed it for now. On the sink counter Deena’s tattoo sketch book shifted into a well worn baseball cap, the brim curved into a turned down U from years of Danny fooling with it. A brawny hand reached automatically and placed it on his head. As his hand moved away a diamond stud earring took the place of the 7 or 8 or 12 piercing in Danny’s left ear, cementing the change.

“What do you think, Hec.” Danny said adjusting the earring. His voice was surprisingly light for a man his size. A cute gay timber instead of the deep macho rumble he used to have to hide behind. Some would find if off putting at first, till they got to know the guy and realized it was the perfect voice for this man now free to be himself. No one could fault him for that.

“No, not Hec. You say Hector, all right? I am only Hector, no Hec.”

“Whatever. But what to you think? I can get the other diamond earring remade into a nipple ring. You think it would look good? One of these big babies with a diamond hanging off the end”

Danny then lifted his yellow t-shirt to expose his chest. He had to have been using some color wash since the blonde forest on his chest was even lighter than the one on his head. He took one of his stubby fingers that had always dropped the football and circled his left nipple with it. The nipple got instantly hard but not any smaller.

“You got left side pierced ear, left side tattoo. You get left side nipple pierced you are, how you call……off sided?”

“Lob sided.” Danny said correcting him with a polite smile. He liked helping Hector with his English.

“Lob sided. What you need is balance. Go down the middle.”

“What, like a belly ring? No one does those anymore.”

“No belly. Lower.” Hector said reaching into his pants and pulling out his long dick. From the end gleamed a pearl of precum and a thick gage PA.

“Holy shit I never knew you had that!!!! Did it hurt?!??!”

“It hurt like hell.” Hector said slipping it back. “But sometimes, hell is worth it, yes?”

The moment of intimacy brought the two co-workers together. After a brief hesitation their lips met for the deep kiss they had wanted to share for a long time. Danny discovering what it was like to kiss a man with a heavy tongue piercing. Hector remembering why he lover his pierced tongue so much. Busy hands started fumbling with clothes. As soon as Hector got his pants undone Danny was there to yank them down. He made quick work of the thin, flimsy European style underwear Hector still wore. Knowing he’d be better without them Danny grabbed the little slip of a panty and ripped them off his partner’s legs. Showing that he might have also had a career in basketball a perfect hook shot got them thrown in the garbage across the room. The big man wasn’t there to play games though, he was ready for some serious cock sucking. Danny was on his knees in front of Hector, hand resting on thos knees for balance as he dove forward. Big pouty lip went around the head of the cock, trying not to clack his teeth on the huge ring. It tasted good. Danny had sucked a lot of cock but none had started quite this good. A little spunk, a little left over pee, nothing wrong with that, but overall a taste, a flavor none of the dick from America he’d sucked ever tasted like. Hector reached down and grabbed the back of Danny’s head, almost knocking the kid’s precious hat off. Once he knew he had a good grip Hector started pulling Danny forward down on his dick. No one back home had even taken his dick like this kid was. And Hector had worked the streets for a while making money to get to America. So his line up of cocksuckers was petty extensive, lot of guys to compare his new big US blonde buddy to. There was no comparison. Danny carefully reached down a fumbled with his pants to let loose his swelling pink monster from it’s confines. Already dripping with precum the tip was releasing enough clear drool that a small puddle formed on the floor between his legs. The blonde has just started pumping his own cock, feeling Hector take a deep breath as is he was getting ready to shoot when they were interrupted but Rodeo checking the room again.

“Jezuz H Fucking…… not ya’ll too!!! Not like we got customers waiting to use the Lady’s room but we got customers watin’ open their beers.”

“After work?” Danny asked going in for a quick kiss.

“Ya, after work.” Hector was whipping his mouth, noticing he could taste himself on Danny’s lips. And liking that he could do that too.

The two bartenders pulled themselves together and hit the floor. In an instant they were behind the long bar doing what they did best night after night. Flirting with the men and pulling them beers. Marcus and Bahari had the crowd going. Marcus holding courts, letting the guys what they were going to drink that night, not what they wanted to drink. Bahari ‘accidentally’ spilling some beer on his chest, letting the guys fight over who would lick it off.

As two 50 something leather pigs stumbled out of the men’s room, their hand down each other’s leather pants, Rodeo knew it was going to be a good night. The beers were pouring, the customers were happy, the music blaring, the smell of testosterone, leather and cigars filled the air, with a slight hint of hand soap mixed in.

Epilogue:

As the evening went on Rodeo’s filled up with its new decidedly more masculine customers. Some entered the washrooms only to come out bigger, tougher, manlier and hairier than when they went in. Some were just the bears from the community who thought they were heading to their normal watering hole, even though they had never been there before.

The door to the bar opened and a large, very large young man entered by himself. Dressed in flip flops, khaki shorts and a nicely pressed peach polo shirt. The clothing was the only thing out of place. The rest of him fit right in to the bar’s new persona. Massive muscles, an unreal musculature hard built from years in the gym. He had to step around his thighs just to saunter in. Arms not resting comfortably at his side due to their size and his back muscles getting in the way. Something about the glasses said that while they were the cool, sexy, thick nerdy kind, they were also needed. The confused look on his face though didn’t seem like anything new.

Spotting him Rodeo walked up and, with a broad smile on his face, ran his handover his baldhead. “Ah man af’ta ma own heart.”

“And another southern boy, too” the Stranger said running his hand over his own matching baldhead.

“Not another Texan, don’t know if the place is big enuff fer two of us.” Rodeo said in a slightly loud voice to be heard over the blaring music.

“New Mexico.” The big stranger answered.

“Ah, that explains the pink shirt.”

The two men stared at each other seriously before both breaking down laughing. It wasn’t often that Rodeo met men that were bigger than him, in both mass and height. This guy had to be over 6’6” and just about that wide at the shoulders too. The two huge men had met in the middle of the bar. They shook hand, still with big grins on their faces. With their hands locked in the embrace each was trying to make their biceps grow bigger than the others.

“Surprised Yun let ya’ll in here.” Rodeo said slapping his new friend on the back and heading him towards the bar. There was almost a hollow echo sound when the palm hit the back of the muscle giant. “Not really dressed for the place.”

“Ah can be very persuasive when Ah want. And Ah let him play with my tits for a few minutes.” The Stranger said leaning back slightly and letting one pec after the other pop up, back and forth.

“Now that sounds like Yun. What kin I get ya?”

“Well…..ah know this sounds strange but wasn’t this ah coffee bar? Like yesterday?”

“You been in the sun to long, boy? How could this place be a coffee bar? We got coffee, mind you, but I don’t recommen’ drinkin’ it.” Rodeo said with a laugh.

“I had a job interview…could have sworn it was here.” The big guy said taking a piece of paper out of his back pocket. He unfolded it and scanned what was written on it. “Yea, it’s the same location, same address, but this says the name of the place is ‘Coffee.site’.”

Rodeo took the paper and read it over. “Must be a misprint. We’re been the Bear Trap Inn for as long as I can remember.”

“For some reason I don’t doubt that.” The stranger said eyeing Rodeo like a Jeweler eyes an uncut diamond to check for flaws.

“Lemme see that. Always lookin’ for fresh talent.” Rodeo said taking the filled in resume and looking it over. “Sheeet it son, this some job listing ya got here. Got…what…three dozen states listed, bunch of jobs in each state, no lasting more than three maybe four months, all within the last four years. Doing yur taxes musta been a sunofabitch what with all them W2s. On the run from somethin’, ……..or someone?”

“Not really, not any more, just been kinda….running away in general Ah guess. Made peace with a lot of stuff Ah didn’t wanna to face. Going back to school now. Looking for one place to stay. Git ma life back in order, as such.”

“Kain’t fault ya for that. But word to the wise, if yur gonna to be lookin’ for a job, you’re a gonna be wantn’ to use your real name. I’ll admit, Rodeo’s jus’ a nickname. You sayin’ your Momma name you Spice Talltrees?”

“Why yes, yes she did.”

To be concluded

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