Transform: Muscle City 7
by AKA
“You’ve never done it?” Calvin McCloud, Muscle City’s resident biology and earth sciences teacher, paused in his labors to look over at his friend and fellow ex-high school teacher.
“I never had the inclination,” Billy Titus reported. His huge, beautiful, muscular body was covered in a layer of dust and dirt, blending with the sweat that coated his glistening skin. Still, he was easily the most beautiful human being that Calvin had ever seen.
The two huge men were positioned beneath the ceiling of the first floor of a two-story building with their large, strong hands grasping beams overhead. They were poised to push up against the floor of the second story and then pull it down, making the room ‘Muscle Club Sized’ to accommodate the larger, taller, broader bodies with which the new residents of the city were gifted.
“You mean you’ve never had the opportunity,” his lover, Carl, responded. The three of them, along with Teddy St. George, another ex-high school teacher, and the ‘Golden Twins,’ Hank and Harry (who were often seen in the company of their favorite ex-teacher, Mr. St. George) had been clearing out the abandoned building in Muscle City, throwing disused furniture from its windows and doing their best to clear it of the refuse and dirt that had accumulated before opening the space up for habitation.
Billy shrugged and returned his attention to the task at hand, the muscles along his shoulders, his back and his arms bulging fiercely as he signaled Calvin and they started to push upwards. “Same difference,” he said.
The ceiling showered dust down on them as the two super-strong, 8-foot tall men began pushing up, breaking the entire floor from its moorings. The others were poised to catch anything that fell out of place, or to help protect the two strongest men in the room in case things went suddenly wrong.
Tremendous creaks and loud cracks accompanied their labors as they slowly pushed upwards, breaking the entire floor out before pulling it all down. They found that this was the best - and safest - way to create double-sized rooms after attempting to stomp on the floors from above (which obviously meant that the floor and whomever was stomping on it all fell down at once) or trying to systematically tear it out in chunks.
After testing their strength, and finding it to be nearly limitless - or at least much more powerful than any of them had imagined, even given their tremendous muscular size - and surviving trials that would easily kill any normal human body, they simply began ripping out entire floors with their bare hands.
“When are you going to stop doing that?” Carl asked, looking at Billy’s wide back. His cock pulsed with sudden desire, wanting desperately to be lodged inside his lover’s warm, tight butt where heaven could be found.
Billy could not pause in his efforts, and wasn’t looking at his lover’s handsome face. “When it’s no longer a ceiling, obviously,” he answered, pushing gingerly as plaster and paint chips rained down.
“No, not that,” Carl said. “I mean when are you going to stop pretending you’re still above it all? You don’t have to pretend anything anymore, Billy. You don’t have to pretend you’re not….”
“I know,” he answered softly, looking over his shoulder. “But some habits are hard to break.”
Carl smiled warmly. “As long as you keep up one habit, I’m perfectly happy,” he answered as he slapped Billy’s ass resoundingly.
“You boys need a moment?” Teddy asked. “Because I can do this by myself.” Which was undoubtedly true. Any one of them was strong enough, they had discovered, to easily demolish an entire building with a series of blows, kicks, shoves and running tackles, using their seemingly indestructible and superhuman bodies like battering rams, punching holes through concrete and tearing apart entire walls as if they were constructed of tissue paper.
“Speaking of habits,” Billy said, glancing at Teddy, “when are you going to stop calling the rest of us ‘boys?’”
“But...you are boys,” Teddy responded, almost innocently.
Teddy had been an old man before Hank and Harry had changed him so utterly, gifting him with strength and power and youth. Now he looked like the rest of them - a robust, muscle-packed man in his mid-twenties, with long flowing locks and a cock that would choke the most experienced cocksucker on the planet. His skin was bereft of wrinkles, his eyes twinkled with energy and his body pulsed with the vigor of twenty well-trained men. “Looked in a mirror lately, Mr. St. George?” Harry asked, as Hank nodded and laughed gently.
The floor overhead began to rip free of its connection to the walls. Things could get dicey very quickly at this stage, so Billy and Calvin worked together more carefully, moving their large hands outward and easing the entire floor of the building upwards.
Teddy reddened. “You know what I mean, gentlemen,” he answered, watching the progress and readying himself to intervene if needed. His voice was now strong and deep and powerful, but his words and intonation still held on to the rather mild character that had endeared him to many of his students when he had been a teacher before...everything changed. “And I note that you still insist on calling me Mr. St. George even though….”
“Even though we’ve fucked each other into next Sunday on several occasions,” Hank said. Then he, too, shrugged, adding with a rich laugh, “I like calling you Mr. St. George, because it reminds me that you‘re still teaching us.”
“Everything is an adjustment,” Calvin stated. Though he was involved in Herculean labors, his voice wasn’t strained at all. “And change doesn’t come easily to any organism.”
Harry and Hank both made faces. “Organism? I prefer orgasm, myself,” Hank offered.
“I’m just saying that you really ought to give it a go, Billy,” Calvin advised.
The floor overhead suddenly released itself from the walls with a hard, loud crack, and the muscles bulging beneath Billy and Calvin’s grime-coated and sweat-covered skin flared and swelled to take on its full weight, which had to be several tons. This was always the tricky bit, balancing the whole slab of wood and insulation and cement with their hands before “folding” it and breaking it into chunks they could more easily remove from the building.
If any of them had stopped to consider the sheer lunacy of the act - that two men using nothing but their bare hands and super-powered muscles were holding up the floor of a building in preparation to break it down - they may have started laughing that this was anything but a fantasy.
Teddy agreed. “Really, it’s quite...energizing.”
“It’s fucking awesome is what it is!”
“Fuck, yeah!” Harry agreed, high-fiving his brother.
“Language, gentlemen,” Teddy said.
“Sorry, Mr. St. George,” the twins replied automatically.
Billy and Calvin looked at each other, nodded readiness, and then pushed upwards again and literally broke the entire tonnage into two pieces that cracked with a tremendous detonation before falling to the ground in a huge cloud of dust, splinters and broken glass - none of which was able to make the slightest dent or cut or bruise in any of the men’s new bodies.
The men then began the process of breaking the floor into smaller chunks and moving those onto the street, where others waited to carry them away, hauling the car-sized chunks of broken building onto their own shoulders as if they were hauling sacks of flour, and walking away balancing two-ton slabs of broken building mounted across their shoulders.
“It’s a bit of a shame that we left town so suddenly, in retrospect,” Mr. McCloud observed, clapping his hands and brushing the larger pieces of building from his naked torso. “Surely there would’ve been an opportunity or two for you to...spread the wealth, so to speak.” He looked at Billy. “It really is quite an amazing experience.”
Billy said, “I’ll take your word for it,” as he picked up an overlarge piece of building and crushed it in his hands.
“Oh, but you shouldn’t, dear boy! You really shouldn’t!” Teddy paused in his own deconstruction and looked at Carl. “Perhaps you two should go on a little...walkabout? I think there’s a thing or two the student could teach the teacher in this respect.”
Now Carl was blushing, because he was, if anything, one of the most experienced initiators of all the young men in Muscle City. He’d personally welcomed dozens of the other residents into Muscle Club, and by all reports he was, indeed, a very accomplished upgrader, as the act was sometimes referred to. “No need to blush, Mr. Stanton,” the biologist said, “I’m sure Mr. Titus is well aware of your esteemed status among the boys.”
Billy turned and looked at his lover. “Yes, Carl, why don’t you tell me a little about your esteemed status?” He tossed a cow-sized piece of the building out the open doorway.
Carl’s blush turned even deeper red. “Well, it’s just that…. I…. That is, you know, when you couldn’t…. When we….”
“Oops,” Hank said, grinning. “Sounds like at least one person in Muscle City wasn’t aware of Superman’s exploits.”
“Superman?” Billy suppressed his mirth as best he could. It wasn’t often that he had Carl over a barrel, and he enjoyed watching his handsome lover squirm a bit and lose that ever-present veneer of confidence that he seemed to have been born with.
“It was the shirt!” he reported. “Remember? That shirt I used to wear?”
They continued to discard pieces of the floor as they talked. “The shirt,” Billy repeated, doubtfully.
“It wasn’t just the shirt,” Harry said. “No need for modesty here, Carl. I mean, well, look at us!” He held out his arms to display the sheer nakedness of the men gathered together inside the dusty space. Indeed, there was literally nothing at all to hide between them.
“You never told him?” Hank asked.
Billy stood up and folded his arms across his magnificent chest. His pecs bulged up and out as if being inflated. “Told me what?”
“Nothing,” Carl said quickly. “There’s nothing to tell.” He quickly picked up a piece of the floor - one at least as large as a king-sized bedd mattress - and flung it towards the door where another young man caught it as easily as someone might catch a football.
“He looks so cute when he’s embarrassed,” Harry observed.
“Maybe because it doesn’t happen very often,” Hank added.
His twin brother nodded. “True. He does tend to be a bit self-righteous all the time.”
“I’m standing right here,” Carl protested, his hands on his slim hips. It made his lats flare out like wings along his widely tapered back.
“Told me what?” Billy repeated, looking at the twins.
“Why we called him Superman.”
“It was the shirt,” Carl growled darkly.
“It started out about the shirt,” Harry said, “that’s true. He always insisted on wearing that sad rag with all the tears and rips, even as he kept getting bigger and bigger and it was holding onto his muscles by threads. He ripped the sleeves off, he ripped the neck out, he kept growing thicker and bigger and he kept on wearing that thing.”
“A bit sad, when you think about it,” Hank said, tilting his head. “Though I have to admit there was something hot about it, too.”
“Right? Because you could see...actually see him growing. It got smaller and smaller and he got bigger and bigger.”
“And still he wore it, every fucking day.”
“I liked that shirt,” Carl said, pouting slightly.
“And…?” Billy prompted. He was now leaning against the wall, listening intently. His body was inflated with muscle from his labors, and the dirt and grime had worked into the deep valleys between every muscle head making him appear to be made of nothing but swollen bulges and thick cables of powerful brawn.
“And finally one day he got too big for it and...his body ripped right out of it.” Hank looked at his brother. “Remember?”
“Oh, fu….” He glanced at Mr. St. George, and corrected himself. “I mean, oh, gosh yes. It was so sexy.” He looked at Billy. “We had all been waiting for it to happen, right? You could see it just barely clinging to his body. His shoulders out to here, his chest out to here.” He looked at Carl and pointed at his chest. “He always had those big nipples and they were practically ripping their way out, pushing against the thin cloth to be free.”
“It was so sexy,” Hank agreed.
“So we’re all taking bets, right? All the Muscle Club guys. When is that stupid shirt finally giving up the ghost? When is Carl Stanton going to grow too big to be Superman anymore?”
“I never said I was….”
“So finally it happens. And it happens right in the middle of Carl upgrading...what’s his name?”
“Benjamin.”
Harry snapped his fingers. “Right! Benny! Carl is giving it to Benny….”
“Like only Carl can,” Hank said.
“Like only Carl can?” Billy asked, suppressing a grin. It had been Carl himself - along with a few of his muscular friends - who had originally upgraded Billy.
Harry nodded, “...like only Carl can, and the shirt starts tearing away from his body.”
“He’s literally Hulking out of it!”
“You can hear it happen! You can hear that shirt giving up its fight as Carl’s muscles finally get too big to contain and he rips himself right out of it!”
“And then it happens,” Hank said, quietly.
“What happens?” Billy asked, looking at Carl, who by now was so red that he looked like he was on fire with embarrassment.
“He, like, explodes or something!”
“Explodes?” Billy’s eyebrow rose on his handsome face.
“He never told you?” Harry asked.
“Evidently not.”
“As Carl’s muscles finally rip through that shirt, his cock fuc… his cock just goes off like some firehose or something! He’s, like, exploding with cum!”
“Cum cannon,” Hank said. “Never seen anything like it.”
“It was like all the time that shirt was holding something inside him, like it was a dam or a stopper or something, and when it finally released him, he just...exploded!”
“They’re overstating it,” Carl protested.
“No way,” Harry retorted. “We were there, Carl.”
“We remember.”
“And then Benny…”
“Benjamin,” Hank said, “He prefers to be called Benjamin.”
Harry waved him off. “Whatever. And then Benny, like, he just starts swelling bigger and bigger!”
“Like, bigger than any of us!”
“Way bigger.”
Billy looked at Carl. “Way bigger?” Carl held up his hand, his index finger and thumb an inch apart, as he grimaced.
“No, dude, he got….way. Bigger.” Hank mimicked the act of growing from the miracle of Muscle Club’s Superman. “Bigger and bigger.”
“And then it happened again with...um...Darren?”
“Dolph,” Hank corrected.
Then Harry started counting them off on his fingers, “And Rogan and Steve and the other Steve and Andy and Nicholas and Amit and Joe and…”
“The other Joe,” Hank added, nodding.
“...and Jay and Alex and Patrick and Paul and Dylan…”
“And Ivan and Jake and James and Stefan and Spencer and Shane.”
“He gets the idea,” Carl said, darkly.
“...and Ethan and Damien and Dan and Danny and Dave and...like..everybody!”
“Not everybody,” Carl said.
“And they all grew bigger than ever! Every one of them!”
“Thanks to Superman. Who can make super men.”
Billy was looking at Carl. Carl rolled his eyes. “They exaggerate,” he reported.
“Not even,” Hank said. “He’s amazing!”
Billy walked closer to Carl and tilted his head. Then he smiled. “I know,” he answered, before taking Carl’s face in his large hands and kissing him with obvious love and passion. “I know,” he whispered, softly.
Carl exhaled and wrapped Billy in his arms and they kissed for a very long time.
“Do...you boys need some private time?” Teddy asked, finally.
“Why didn’t you say anything?” Billy asked.
Carl shrugged, “Didn’t know what to say,” he answered.
“You could have told me you were making Muscle Club even better, and you were welcoming in so many beautiful brothers and helping us become so much more than anyone ever dreamed possible.” He kissed him again, deeply. “I always knew you were special. I just never knew you were super.”
Hank hung his arm across his twin’s shoulders and said, “Awww, ain’t true love grand?” Then he kissed his brother on the mouth.
Harry received the kiss with equal love for his brother. “Fuckin’ A, bro. Fuckin’ A.” Harry looked at Teddy and said, “Sorry.”
“I think, under the circumstances, ‘fucking a’ is quite appropriate.” The old man, who looked like a young man, smiled.
Calvin was looking thoughtful. “Are we sure that Carl is the trigger, here?” Everyone turned to look at him. “I mean no offense to you, Mr. Stanton, but...Well, I’ve been doing a little research.”
“Research?” Harry asked, making another face.
“It’s hardly a dirty word, Mr. Johnson,” Calvin told the twin. “You’re not the least bit curious about us?”
“Only about how many of us I can get together with,” he reported.
“And how each guy fucks,” his brother agreed with their cute Texan twang.
Calvin smiled. “I know what you mean,” he admitted, “but my curiosity runs in a slightly different direction.”
“Well, not all the time,” Hank said, then he looked at his brother. “I’ve been with Cal - I know all about his curiosity regarding certain parts of this male’s anatomy.” He gripped his cock meaningfully and wagged it at the teacher.
“At any rate,” Calvin said a bit loudly, “I’ve been doing some amateur research regarding us. How we get bigger, and why. I think we can all agree that it must have something to do with the Trumans.”
“That’s likely,” Teddy agreed.
“And it’s not quite true that you’ve never upgraded anyone, is it, Billy?”
“Before I came here, I was only ever with Carl.”
“But before that, when you were upgraded yourself, something happened.”
“Nothing happened.” He looked at Carl, saying, “I’ve never regretted that day for a moment. I wanted it, very much. I...wanted him. I always did.”
“Something did happen,” Carl said.
“I don’t remember.”
“That’s because you already had it.”
“Had what?” Teddy asked.
Carl looked down as he allowed his secondary prick to emerge. “You gave this to us that day,” Carl said. “After yours grew.”
Calvin smiled. “And ever since then, you’ve only been with Carl, is that correct?”
“Until we came here,” Billy agreed.
Calvin looked at Carl. “And after you were with Billy, how soon was it before you began to super-upgrade the others?”
“Like...pretty quickly. Almost immediately.” He blushed again, looking at Billy. “I just couldn’t help it. I was so horny! Whenever I was with you, whenever I got some time with you, afterwards I was just, like, Mr. Super Horndog.”
“I’m not surprised,” Calvin said.
“What are you talking about?” Billy asked.
“Have you looked in a mirror lately, Billy?”
He shook his head. “Not a lot of mirrors around, and anyway, why would I want to look at myself when there are so many other handsome men to look at?”
“Holy fuck,” Hank said, a bit stunned. “So...you haven’t seen yourself?”
He looked down. “Well, I mean, I know I’m bigger.”
“Billy, you’re, like...you’re...you’re just….”
“What he is trying to say,” Teddy reported, “is that in the local vernacular you’re the hottest fucking dude in the whole town.”
“Me?”
“Oh, fuck yeah,” Hank said.
“What he said,” Harry agreed.
Billy looked at his lover, and Carl shrugged, “I always said you were the handsomest man I had ever met.”
“The point is,” Calvin continued, “that I don’t think Mr. Stanton here is the trigger to all the amazing developments that were happening. I think...it was you.”
“Me? But I never even….”
“And you,” Mr. McCloud said, looking at Carl, “were the carrier.”
“The what now?”
Calvin McCloud, high school biology teacher, smiled. All the pieces fell into place. “I’ve been trying to figure it out, talking with the boys, asking who they’ve been with, who upgraded them, who they upgraded. Trying to...map what happened. It’s very hard, of course. Not a controlled environment at all. And inevitably everyone gets with everyone else. But there is only one man in the whole town - in the whole club - who was only with one other man.” He looked at Billy. “And there is only one man, the man everyone called Superman, who seemed to be behind a lot of the substantial developments that made us all get bigger, stronger, and better.” He glanced from Carl to Billy. “And there’s no doubt that Carl had a huge effect on the entire developmental and evolutionary process that’s occurring. But it only happened sometimes, and only, it sounds like, after Carl had been with Billy.”
“I still don’t….”
Calvin pulled up a chuck of destroyed building and sat his perfect ass on it. “Sometimes, there are genetic mutations. Genetic anomalies. Sometimes these are bad. But sometimes they’re good.” He tilted his head, looking at Billy’s achingly perfect features. “And most rarely, they’re miraculous.”
“Me?”
“I think so.”
“Why?”
Calvin shrugged. “That’s just how it happens. Might be environment. Might be something in your own genetic structure. Parentage.” He shrugged again.
Carl’s mouth fell open. “You mean...this whole time…?”
Calvin nodded and said, again, “I think so. Billy is a super trigger. When Billy is with someone, he can upgrade them to a new level. And when someone is with Billy, they offer up the best of their own genetic mutations and he accepts them, filtering things out - or something.” They were all staring at him. “Well, it’s just a theory. But...the evidence speak for itself.”
Billy shook his head, scrubbing his hand through his thick. curly locks, looking a bit sheepish. “I don’t think so,” he said.
Sensing his friend’s discomfort, Calvin repeated, “It’s just a theory.”
“Theory, my perfect ass!” Hank replied. “I mean…. Look. At. Him!”
They did, as Billy began turning red under the layer of slick filth that had somehow managed to make him look even sexier. “Guys, I don’t think I’m anything special.”
“There is an easy way to test this, of course,” Calvin said.
“Which is?” Teddy asked.
“Allow our friend here to upgrade a fresh candidate. We’ve all seen what he does when he’s with someone who’s already well on their way.”
“So what happens to a new guy who gets the Full Billy, so to speak?” Carl asked, rubbing his chin.
“Exactly,” Calvin agreed. “If my theory holds true, any man who Billy fully upgrades should be….”
“What?” Billy asked.
“He should be bigger than any of us.”
“Bigger?” Billy asked, doubtfully.
But Calvin the biologist nodded. “Bigger, stronger, better looking, better...everything. Carl here was turned into a muscle making machine after being with you. Every man he upgraded after exposure - pardon the word, but we’re talking scientific method, here - after exposure to you was super-sized.”
“So if Billy ‘exposes’ himself to, like, some ordinary dude.”
“Wham,” Calvin said.
“Nice,” Hank and Harry both said at the same time.
“Look, this is all just...conjecture. There’s no proof that I...that I can...that my….”
“I think there’s ample proof everywhere you look, Billy. This entire town, every man here can owe at least part of who he is now thanks to you. Even if you aren’t the genetic miracle I think you are, you can’t deny that every other cock is due to you.” Calvin released his own twin, allowing the majesty of owning two monstrous cocks to play with and find pleasure in to display his own sense of overwhelming pride and male prowess as a member of Muscle Club and resident of Muscle City. The other men were suddenly sprouting their other cock as well, in a sort of salute to the man who made them.
It was both entirely weird and perfectly suitable. If there was anything about the residents of Muscle City that truly set them apart, it was that secondary prick. Owning twin cocks was the truest proof of Muscle City habitation. Billy, overcome perhaps, released his own secondary dick, and it flowed down and inflated to full power in moments, shoving aside its brother for room as it sprouted thick and full and long from his powerful loins.
He stood naked before his friends and lovers, his beautiful and perfect body covered in dirt and sweat, every muscle pumped to its fullest capacity, bulging outward by several inches, glistening like wet stone. Billy’s pungent and potent scent was very strong as his desire and pride grew hot in the room, and each cock began to inflate to its fullest glory, pulsing and throbbing as it rose higher and higher, drooling flows of warm, delicious honey.
“I love you guys,” he said. “God, I love you.”
Carl grabbed him in his embrace and kissed him hard. “We love you, too, you stupid man.”
“I think,” Billy said, still in the arms of his extraordinary lover, “that maybe we do need to take a little field trip.”
“Field trip?” Carl asked, genuinely surprised.
Billy nodded. “Further Mr. McCloud’s research. Put his theories to the test. I’m sure there are some of our brothers out there. Brothers waiting to grow and be with us.”
“And maybe you could help them along?” Hank suggested.
Billy winked. “Maybe,” he answered. He looked at Carl. “Are you ready?”
Carl smiled. “Ready for what?”
“To get bigger?”