Transform: Muscle City 19
by AKA
“Somehow, I just knew I’d find you two together.”
“Holy…” said Doug.
“Fuck!” said Tom.
Doug Goldstein and Tom Root had remained inseparable since the rest of Muscle Club had marched out of town weeks ago. Doug was a furry bear of a man, coated in dark curls that looked like waves on the rocks of his huge body. He had a ready smile and a playful - even mischievous - streak that often found the two of them in trouble at school.
Tom did his best to mitigate his best friend’s exuberant spirit, though he generally loved watching Doug to see what he’d get away with even while he was warning his friend off or trying to apply logic to the situation.
With the advent of summer, the end of school, and a lack of others to show off for and generally fuck with, they had spent most of their time simply fucking around, literally and figuratively, and often wearing little to nothing at all.
Doug, being Doug, started taking after another smart-ass, Raul Garza, who so famously had given up wearing clothing altogether and strutted around town displaying his goods - which were, admittedly, pretty fucking impressive - for anyone and everyone to see. He was regarded as among the most beautiful, if not the most beautiful, of all the Muscle Club guys, and his ego had inflated along with his ever-growing muscles and cock.
For Doug, it was more of a dare. He got a thrill from flaunting himself and the laws of decency, but he never went so far as Raul and started fucking someone right there on the sidewalk.
Tom was more level-headed, but he knew his friend well enough to know that if he ever did try to stop him by reminding him how much trouble they’d both find themselves in, it would only spur him on to even more flagrant disregard for propriety.
Malcolm found them at the city’s main park. Doug was sitting on a park bench totally naked, a huge furry animal with his heavily muscled arms arrayed along the width of the bench. His legs were spread wide to allow his fat length of cock to spill forward and dangle its luscious head off the edge of the seat. He was sunning himself, though how much sun could actually penetrate all that jet-black hair was dubious, and he had a shit-eating grin sitting in the middle of the heavy dark beard on his handsome face just daring someone to say something.
Tom was sitting opposite on another bench, shaded by a tree. Of the two, he would probably be considered the more beautiful. His body had “just enough hair” in all the right places. He had deep blue eyes surrounded by long, thick lashes and a rather noble cast to his features. More classically handsome than his friend, who looked a bit beat up and rugged by comparison.
They were both now looking at a dark-skinned man standing between them wearing painted-on jeans and a tight white V-neck t-shirt. He had the body of a god, there was no denying that, but he looked to be about a foot-and-a-half shorter than them.
He was grinning as he stood there with his arms folded across his chest, and he licked his supple, full lips as he gazed upon Doug’s massive shank of cock flesh.
Which, it must be said, was suddenly rising and inflating to even more impressive proportions. “Who the fuck are you?”
Malcolm bowed his head slightly. “Malcolm Johnson, at your service.”
“Service this!” Doug growled. “Fuck, man, you are fine!”
“Thanks,” Malcolm answered.
“You Muscle Club?”
He looked over at Tom, whose cock had also perked up. “Yes and no,” he answered. “I’m New Muscle Club.”
“There’s a new Muscle Club?”
Malcolm nodded. “Jason Hickox and me and Terrance Broderick started.” His brow furrowed slightly. “Well, technically I guess you could say Terrance started it when Jason fucked him and turned him into the biggest, baddest, sexiest, most powerful motherfucker of us all.” He smiled. “That is, if you want to get technical.”
“Terrance Broderick?” Tom repeated.
“Skinny dude? Kind of creepy? Stares a lot?” Doug asked.
“I should think you get plenty of people staring at you, Mr. Goldstein, dressed like that,” Malcolm observed. “And he isn’t skinny anymore. Not by a long shot.”
“Bigger than me?” Doug asked. He stood up and began to expand, swelling up and out with power and muscle and cock, assuming his true, undisguised magnificence right there in the middle of the park.
“I told him he shouldn’t do that,” Tom apologized, “but….” He just shrugged.
“No problem,” Malcolm answered, watching Doug’s form swell with muscle. His head went higher and higher and his cock extended by inches, throbbing heavily and pumping a stream of honey from its gaping mouth. His strong, masculine scent was caught by the war breezes and stung Malcolm’s nostrils with its draw. “Nice,” he said, as Doug finally assumed his actual size and appearance, no longer trying to mask exactly how physically powerful and beautiful he was.
“Bigger than me?” he asked again, grabbing his cock and bending down to lick off some of his stream of salty nectar. He was a massive mountain of muscle, constructed of boulders pressing outward from his frame. His dark fur complimented his muscular development, coating his skins in silky swirls that begged to be stroked. His nose, jaw and brow were stoney, jagged, and gave him a brutal, masculine countenance that made Malcolm’s libido heat up.
But he retained perfect control, and simply nodded. “Bigger,” Malcolm repeated. “Badder, sexier, and more powerful than both of you put together.”
“And you and him?”
Malcolm nodded. “Me and him.”
“Then why aren’t you bigger, badder, sexier and more powerful, bro?” the great bear growled.
Malcolm smiled as he began to peel his clothes from his body. “Wouldn’t want to ruin these,” he said. “I just bought them.” He looked at Tom and said, “Feel free to join your friend. It looks like you’re almost there already.”
Indeed, Doug’s massive inflation into his brutal visage had Tom’s cock swelling, tenting his sweats. Then the buzz-headed beauty was stripping himself bare and suddenly rising and spreading like his friend, until Malcolm was bookended by two nearly 9-foot-tall muscular teens with massive erection drooling steady streams of their non-stop supply.
“Impressive,” he said.
The other two young men were looking now at Malcolm’s naked body, and found themselves in awe of his muscular definition and development. There was a perfection of form that neither of them had yet attained, and even though he stood much shorter than either of them, it was clear that his body was, indeed, more beautiful.
And then he was growing.
Bigger and bigger. His chest pushed forward. Bands of power stretched across the mammoth hemispheres as his muscles seemed to unfold under his milk-chocolate skin. His face grew more handsome - and more handsome still. His legs were masses of heavy, powerful meat that pushed outward and invented deep indentations. His arms were overwhelmed with might. Biceps and triceps inflated larger and larger.
Muscle everywhere. Perfected and honed to its flawless embodiment.
And bigger.
Doug shot a fat rope of cream as he watched Malcolm reveal himself. Tom was dumbstruck and deeply in lust.
And bigger.
Shoulders of incredible size and power. Pectoral globes you could hide a whole hand between. The sheen and beauty of his flesh begged to be touched and stroked. His scent was a fog of blissful sex that swam inside their heads and tickled their balls.
And bigger.
He was standing on the path between benches, almost ten feet tall. His body was bulging with power, hard muscle built to perfection, every mound and cable and ball of brawn married to its brother across his giant frame. His thickly bulging arms hung to his side, far out from his narrow waist and the 8-pack washboard along his tight belly. His chest was constructed of a mammoth pair of pecs, each as round and perfect as a pillow, but they displayed an insane amount of cables and striations with every breath.
From behind, he owned the ass of all asses, a mind-boggling bubble butt with deep dimples that screamed power fucking. His back looked like a topographical map of some mountainous region coated in milk chocolate, and his shoulders stretched wide to create a V-taper of crazy proportions. His traps rose towards his thick neck, and he simply stood there like the dark god that he was, showing his perfection to the world.
The thickness of every muscle was astounding. His lats widened like wings from his back. Biceps as large as bowling balls - as just as hard - swelled from each arm. His face was handsome, astounding in its beauty.
By the time Malcolm had fully revealed himself to the other two men, he looked as if someone had found the perfect muscular specimen of a man and poured liquid milk chocolate over him. His skin was glowing, smooth and silken, and every bulging dimension of his newly grown muscular development was detailed and defined. Striations of power pulsed along every inch of his humongous frame. Cables and plates and balls of power, etched deep and fine, pushed outward against his thin flesh.
He smiled and looked down as his secondary prick pushed out at a record pace and then both monsters were instantly inflating to full glory. A luscious flow of sex-scented honey began to drool and drizzle down the long, thick stalks from the bulbous heads, coating both of his tremendous fat cocks in a thrilling glaze of delicious lube. He folded his mighty arms across his mind-bending chest and allowed his deep, funky scent to permeate the air and drive the other men into frenzies of desire.
He started to lift his arms slowly. The other two men watched his muscles bulging thicker and stronger with every inch of movement. Was it possible? Was he...bigger?
His chest pushed forward. His biceps bloomed. His eight-pack separated into a ten-pack on his egg carton belly, tight and compact with power. His shoulders rose like bread dough in a muscle oven, pushing against his dark skin.
And bigger.
He bent his arms and the muscles spread across his impossibly huge frame exploded. Long, thick fingers of power stretched out of the deep valley between the two massive boulders of his pecs and arched upwards onto his teardrop shoulders, and the muscle of his biceps climbed up in fat balls of hard, beautiful power.
“I,” he said at last, his voice a powerful baritone throbbing with sex, “am New Muscle Club.”
“Holy…” said Doug.
“Fuck!” said Tom.
Andy MacKluskey was sitting alone in the school gymnasium. He didn’t need to be here to maintain his development or to build bigger muscles. His muscle kept building themselves bigger every day in small increments, adding to his size and strength in an unending pattern of perfect masculine power. Sometimes he thought he could see himself growing if he sat still long enough. His biceps, singing with strength and pulsing, would swell outward and he’d be just the tiniest bit bigger.
Maybe it was only his imagination. If he was really growing that quickly, he’d be a monster by now.
He looked up into the mirror on the wall near his weight bench. There he was, looking back at himself. A bar sat behind his head, heavy with huge plates of iron that he could lift as if they were made of paper. He wondered if his could bend the solid metal with his bare hands, but thought he might get in trouble if he couldn’t bend it back.
His eyes were blue. His hair was brown. His face was smooth and youthful, with a square jaw and a small nose. His muscular neck widened as it spread onto his powerful, muscular shoulders. He sat up slowly, and his broad, massive chest spread forward; two rounded plates of perfect power, deeply etched with strands and cables of muscle. He looked at his nipples, which were each powerfully sensitive. If he touched them now - hell, if he breathed on them - he’d get an instant hard-on and maybe even explode with one of his massive fountains of cream.
He opened his legs wider to allow his giant basket of meat, only barely covered by the silky basket of his stretchy elastic bathing suit, to bulge forward with need and capability. He could feel thrilling pulses of sex along every inch of his prick, and his balls ached with the load of his flood of cum. He could see the outline of one (only one!) of his twin throbbers pressing against the material. he could see every vein lining its long, fat shaft. He could see the flaring ridge of his cock head, and even the small mouth that capped his manhood.
He bent his arm and urged his biceps into power. They swelled bigger and bigger and bigger, inflating with strength and nearly overwhelming his upper arm.
Andy was here mainly for two reasons; he knew the place would be deserted during the Summer, and he knew he could get away with being nearly naked and not worrying so much about the stares, whispers and outright gawking that so many people around town practiced whenever he was near.
And why wouldn’t they?
A third unvoiced reason - more a hope, really - was that maybe Jon-Marc Calvin would also show up. Because Jon-Marc Calvin was beautiful, and Jon-Marc Calvin was nice, and Jon-Marc Calvin would let Andy suck his cock, and Andy was in love with Jon-Marc Calvin.
Which was too bad, considering that Jon-Marc Calvin. the school’s erstwhile quarterback, was totally in love with his girlfriend.
He sighed and looked at himself. He was gorgeous, he was strong, he was hung like a horse, he was sexy, he was tall, he was powerful - and none of that mattered to Jon-Marc Calvin.
“Long time, no see.” Andy looked into the mirror’s reflection and saw the source of the voice approaching him. Jason Hickox, another Muscle Club member who had not left with the rest of the group.
He smiled and nodded. Jason was looking good. In fact, Jason was looking...amazing. Andy twisted around on the weight bench and his brow furrowed in wonder. “Whoa,” he said, “what happened to you?”
“Me?” Jason paused in his stride and looked down at himself. Unlike Andy, he was fully clothed. He wore a pair of navy jeans and a ribbed tank top. He looked like a male fitness model, someone with a beautiful face and a set of well-trained, perfectly developed muscles rather than the super heavyweight bodybuilder that Andy saw when he looked in the mirror. Jason turned around, showing off his amazing ass (Andy remembered that amazing ass quite distinctly) and the wide taper of his back.
“Yes, you.” Andy stood up and walked towards Jason. He was a full head taller than the other young man, though he could remember them being the same height - or maybe Jason had even been a little bit taller. Andy reached out and grabbed Jason’s shoulder, trying to squeeze the rock-hard muscle but finding absolutely no give at all. The blonde hunk was hard as iron, but he moved with the same athletic grace and sexy swagger that he always had. “Something happened.”
“Someone, actually,” Jason verified. “You like?” He brought his arms up and made his collection of brawn swell. Everything looked...perfect. Andy’s cock throbbed and bulged as he watched the smaller man display his collection of perfect muscles. Jason’s hard body was pressing against the cotton of his tank, and the crevasse between the hemispheres of his pectoral masses peeked up above the neckline.
“You look fucking amazing!”
“Thanks,” he said. “So do you.” He reached down and grabbed Andy’s package with open lust, kneading and rubbing his equipment without embarrassment. “Just keep getting bigger, don’t you, MacKluskey?”
He shrugged. “But how…?”
“How come I’m not?” Andy nodded, wide-eyed and anxious. “I have a good teacher. And I have some new tricks up my sleeve.”
“A new teacher?”
“You know Mr. Grimaldi?”
“English. Had him last year. Nice butt.”
Jason smiled and nodded. “That’s the butt. Jeff has...taken us under his wing. We’re trumans, turns out. Or at least partially. And he’s an expert. Got all kinds of stuff at his place, and we go over there and….”
“Who’s we?”
“Malcolm and Terrance and I.”
“Terrance? Terrance Braddock?”
“You know him?”
Andy nodded. “He tutored me on math last year, before….”
“Before you got big.”
“Nice guy. Totally sweet, A little shy but otherwise….”
“He’s no longer shy, but the rest is still true. He and me had a thing going. Turned out he loves muscle. So I’d go over there and let him...explore my body.”
“Nice.” At the moment, Andy was having his own ideas about where he wanted to explore Jason’s hard body.
“One thing lead to another and I invited him last month. He grew huge - bigger than Brian. Bigger than anybody.”
“But, you’re not huge.”
“I am. I’m bigger than ever, Andy. Bigger than you. Bigger than Brian. Bigger than anyone.”
“But, I mean, now you’re not….”
Jason shrugged. “Like I said, Jeff taught us a thing or two. Did you know you can fuck anyone you want to and not turn them big? Did you know you can tug on them in such a way that you can fuck them for hours and hours and they’ll be able to keep up with you? Did you know you can shrink your body to a size that allows you to look like this, and wear clothes, and pass easily among everyone else and they’ll never suspect a thing?” He glanced at his own reflection in the mirror. The man looking back at him was a god. His face was flawless, his muscles bulged against his outfit, and his dick was an obviously huge hunk of sex meat pressing urgently against his zipper. “Well, maybe not easily, but certainly a lot easier than...you.”
Andy was dumbfounded. “But, how?” he asked again.
“I told you. We’re trumans. And I can help you like Jeff helped us. Then maybe you can finally stop pining after that quarterback that’s been holding you back from having any fucking fun.”
“You...knew about that?”
“Everyone knew about that, Andy. Fuck, you turned into a puppy dog any time we even mentioned his name.” Jason set his hand on Andy’s shoulder this time, and squeezed. “I think it’s really great, but might be a little...unrealistic?”
Andy nodded. “I know. But...I can’t help it!”
“The heart wants what it wants,” Jason replied. “I’m not saying anyone can take his place. I know it hurts. Love isn’t always fair. But...what if you come over to Jeff’s place tomorrow. Just, you know, to talk with the rest of us. Don’t be a loner, okay, Andy? We care about you, and maybe you’ll find someone to take your mind off of Jon-Marc Calvin’s amazing ass.”
“You noticed?”
“I know you’re an ass man.”
“Is it obvious?”
“Only so much as how eager you are to eat one out and how...energetic you are in worship of one. And I speak from personal experience.” Jason’s eyes passes up and down Andy’s incredible body. “How long since you were with another Muscle Clubber?”
“Weeks,” he answered.
“Thought so.” Jason looked around and then started to remove his clothing. “I think you and I should spend some quality time together. I can upgrade you to the latest model. Then you don’t have to parade around looking like a porn star.” He dropped his shirt and Andy gasped audibly at the definition and beauty of his body. “Not that I object particularly. You look mighty good, but it seems like you’re already outgrowing that little thing you’re trying to wrap around your dick.”
Andy looked down. His cock was already pushing straight out from his body and stretching the elastic of his small suit to the breaking point. “Heh,” he laughed, slightly.
Jason unzipped his jeans and stripped them down his legs. Andy gasped again. Jason’s body was...perfect. He had seen plenty of beautiful men since joining Muscle Club, but Jason was on another level entirely. “Jesus,” he whispered, at the same time that his bathing suit snapped and ripped itself open, allowing his monstrous dick to rise up and reveal its true extents.
Andy winked and he began to grow. He seemed to be swelling outward, inflating with muscle. It bulged and unfolded and rose higher and thicker everywhere on his body. His head began to rise towards the roof. His shoulders stretched wider by the foot. His chest spilled forward and grew thicker and heavier and more pronounced with every passing second.
His cock extended and thickened. His balls drooped and swelled. Every muscle increased in size as Jason continued to grow towards his new, bigger perfection.
“Jesus,” Andy whispered again, as he looked up into Andy’s turquoise gaze and was confronted now with the first New Muscle Club member in his utter, awe-inspiring, absolute masculine and muscular perfection.
Jason pushed out his twin cock and it draped forward with brain-sizzling speed and rose up as it filled with hot blood, pulsing hard with lustful throbs. He stood before his friend - his Muscle Club brother - in his true form, unveiled in all his perfection and power. His arms, overwhelmed with fat loaves of brawn, hung at his side until he brought the up clasping his large hands behind his head as his lats unfolded like wings, broad and thick and meaty. His pits were deep and moist, wet with sweat and sex. He compressed his abs into a mind-blowing display of beautiful power and all his muscles, every single one on his mammoth, ten-foot-high body suddenly flared into relief. Both barrels of his two pricks began to flow with warm, sweet honey. His scent stung Andy’s nostrils and called to his libido with power beyond imagining.
Jason smiled. “Ready for a work out?”
Shawn Dorset was running. His strides carried him forwards at an amazing and superhuman speed. He had tucked up both his cocks so they didn’t wag before him or slap him like loose limbs, so that his body looked bait like a Ken doll, with its smooth, powerful muscles and a total lack of any sex organs. He had smooth, tanned skin that was coated in sweat, making it look a bit as if her were made of liquid metal. He ran on and on through the dusk, with no destination and no goal in mind other than to run.
He loved to run. Running cleared his head and made his blood stream through his muscles and he could feel the summer wind against his exposed flesh. He ran naked out here in the middle of nowhere, and ran without concern that someone might see him and how fast he could run and how powerful his legs were and how naked and beautiful he was.
He never grew tired and he never stopped. His body adjusted itself to whatever task he put it to, and now that he was running his legs bulged with fresh power and his lungs increased in size to take in more oxygen and his heart was pumping with supreme efficiency. The sizzle of sex never stopped throbbing through his huge body, even now. Running as fast as he could across these empty fields far away from anyone and anything, alone and naked and happy. The landscape sped by him in a blur and he was giddy with strength and power.
He was running at speed when he noticed something unusual ahead. He was familiar with the area, having spent nearly the entire summer out here away from people and distractions, stripping his body bare and running like an animal through the tall grass. Something big was standing out in the field. Something very big.
As he approached, he amended his opinion. Not some-thing, some-one.
The figure was simply standing there, arms akimbo, he appeared dark against the brown grasses and miles of bright blue sky. It was definitely a he, and it was looking more and more likely that he was another Muscle Club dude, because his body was made up of nothing but muscle.
The figure raised his arm and waved at Shawn. He slowed in his pace and stopped some distance away, looking at the other man.
Huge? More than huge. Gigantic! Whoever this dude was, he could put Brian Chan to the test of most gigantic man in the Club. His dark appearance, it was not clear, was attributable to a wealth of manly fur coating his skin, brushed onto his body as if someone thought his muscular canvas could use even more definition. A forest of fur swam across both barrels mounted on his chest and dove between the globes of muscle, separating and highlight their size. More fur swam across his tight, lean belly and dipped in between every perfectly formed abdominal muscle before slimming into a trail that sank towards his loins and suddenly spread again into a thick, dark crown above his massive shanks of cock.
Both were exposed, and they hung thick and heavy, jutting forward and hanging low on account of their apparent weight. He let his arm rest at his side again and simply stood there, looking at Shawn.
Then a hard, heavy, unbelievably strong tug hit him. Stronger than any tug he’d ever felt. His body heated up and he gasped and swooned and found his cocks being forced free of his body by the sheer sexual power that the other man had sent to him. It felt like the man was already fucking him, driving both fat pricks deeply inside him and unloading the flood of his cream, a warm injection of pure masculine strength that made his brain reel and shake.
“Fuck,” he whispered.
The other man began to stride through the tall, brown grasses towards him. Shawn had underestimated the man’s size, if such a thing were possible. He was much larger than Brian, and much, much larger than Shawn was. He just kept growing taller and wider and more powerful as he approached. And then he was standing near him, and Shawn could smell the man’s pungent and beautifully masculine scent drifting on the hot breeze. “Hello,” the other man said.
“Hi,” Shawn responded. His cocks were still dripping from the other man’s thrust of mental sex, and the sweat on his body suddenly felt like cum that coated his skin everywhere.
The other man smiled as he looked down at Shawn’s drooling tools. “Sorry about that, but I just couldn’t help myself. You’re the sexiest fucking thing I’ve seen in a long time. I didn’t know we could run that fast.” He offered his hand, saying “I’m Terrance. Terrance Broderick.”
Shawn accepted it, testing the other man’s grip. “I’m….”
“Shawn Dorset,” Terrance said as they shook. “Jason told me all about you, but he left a few things out.”
“Jason? Jason Hickox?” Terrance nodded. “He initiated you?”
“He did indeed.” Terrance lifted his arm and swelled his muscles into full bloom. Shawn’s jaw dropped open and his cocks pulsed and throbbed. He had never seen such a powerful display before. Twin balls of fat power swelled upwards and split into distinct heads of muscle. Every fiber and striation were clearly visible.
Shawn gulped hard. “What...what did he leave out?”
Terrance smiled as he looked at the other young man. He was almost uncomfortably handsome. His face was a series of masculine angles. He owned a square jaw and a prominent chin set off with a deep cleft. His eyes were caramel-colored, surrounded by lush, very dark lashes. He had a proud nose with wide nostrils over full lips that looked like he’d been kissing someone for hours, tinted with a rosy blush and slightly wet. He owned high cheekbones and a heavy brow with thick eyebrows arching over his golden eyes. A shaggy, short brush of very dark hair crowned his head and wound over his ears into thick sideburns.
His body was lithe and athletic, bulging with sleek, beautiful muscles that were screaming about the man’s athletic abilities. Where Terrance was a collection of thick boulders, brutish and heavy, Shawn looked like he could swim the English Channel in two minutes, or climb Everest and not get tired.
He was scented with the sweat that poured from his skin. He was glowing with health and energy and looked like sex on two legs.
“He told me you were the smartest guy he ever met. He didn’t tell me you were the most beautiful.”
Shawn actually blushed. He was in awe of the huge, hard man before him. He’d never been so powerfully turned on in his life - before or after being in Muscle Club. Terrance looked like he could destroy a mountain with his bare hands. He looked constructed out of raw steel and rock. His muscles were so large that they collided with each other for room beneath his skin. His shoulders were thicker and wider than his head, and his voice was a deep, sexy throb of male power that seemed designed to drill into Shawn’s libido and live there, sending out thick vibrations of pure masculine sex.
Terrance placed his large hands on Shawn’s sweat-slick body and began to explore. He squeezed and caressed and rubbed him. He teased his nipples and licked his neck and pulled his hair. He took complete control of the other man, moving his strong hands wherever he wanted to, kneading the flesh of his ass and digging his fingers deeply into his butt.
Shawn gasped and groaned with pleasure. Terrance was the alpha in this situation, there was no doubting that, and Shawn fell headlong into the other man’s control of his body. He closed his eyes and drowned in the huge man’s lustful exploration of every inch of his body.
He heard a deep moan and felt warm breath on his face and then lips were pressed to his and he opened his mouth to the other man’s need. Terrance pushed his long, supple tongue inside and pushed another huge, hard tug of sex and desire into Shawn’s body, making his cocks inflate and throb and drool.
Terrance moved his roughly whiskered cheek next to Shawn’s buttery smooth one and whispered in his ear with a deep growl, “I’m gonna fuck you insane.”
Shawn’s eyes rolled up in their sockets and all the air left his lungs. There was nothing else in the entire world he wanted more than that.
Terrance pushed the other man roughly to the ground and stood over him. His cocks rose up like cobras and began to drool long strands of pre-cum that flowed down their veiny necks. Dropping to one knee, he pulled Shawn’s long legs onto his shoulders and exposed the athletic man’s rosy pink hole. He licked his fingers and pushed them inside, widening the aperture to fit his gargantuan monsters.
Shawn bit his lip and felt a thick surging wave of Terrance’s powerful sexual tug overwhelm him. He gasped and groaned, wanting the huge man inside him, thrusting hard and deep, flooding his guts with hot, sticky cream.
“You’re gonna feel this,” Terrance warned. “I’m gonna fuck you harder than you’ve ever been fucked.”
“Fuck me,” Shawn asked. Pleaded. Begged. “Fuck me hard.”
Two thick stalks of perfect sex pushed inside of him, filling him up with their impossible girth and majesty. Instantly, Terrance released his floodgates, pushing thick gushing fountains of cum down both barrels and into Shawn’s beautiful body.
He started to grow instantly. Terrance roared and bucked and thrust himself inside the other man, wanting nothing more than to give him everything, every drop of his power, the pure, unfiltered essence of overwhelming masculine potential.
Shawn felt like a nuclear bomb was exploding inside him. A bomb made up of fuel from the origin of all male strength and beauty. His body exploded, too, and muscle began to pump thicker and heavier and stronger everywhere across his frame.
He was growing. Growing bigger. Growing stronger. Growing more beautiful and perfect. Terrance leaned over his body and pressed their mouths together as his hips thrust and his muscular buttocks acted like some powerful engine, shoving his cocks into Shawn’s body and making him grow.
This was what Terrance did best. He was a fuck machine, and he could turn every man he was with into the most powerful being walking the earth. He could feel Shawn growing, feel his slick skin slipping through his rough grip as Shawn’s legs lengthened and his chest widened and his arms bulged. He felt the other man inflating with pure power, as if every thrust of his hips, every push inside him with his cocks, every gushing flood of cream that his balls were pumping now in a boundless torrent were literally pumping Shawn bigger and bigger.
He kissed him and fucked him with equal ferocity, unleashing the animal within him and making Shawn get bigger and bigger and bigger.
Muscle bloomed across his body. His chest mounded up and spread out. His legs and arms lengthened as his body tried desperately to compensate for the sudden, overwhelming flood of power that was being pushed inside it.
He wrapped his arms around Terrance’s body, pulling him close as he felt his power swell. How had he forgotten what this felt like? How had he gone so long without being with his brethren? How had he forsaken this ultimate source of pure power and pleasure?
He pulled his lips from Terrance’s and looked into his eyes. “Gonna cum,” he said softly. “Gonna cum so fucking hard.”
Terrance grinned and nodded and continued to fuck Shawn as he moved his mouth towards Shawn’s mammoth, newly-grown dick and wrapped his lips around it. Shawn released his flood instantly, and Terrance gulped it all down as Shawn’s other cock exploded all over the both of them with his sudden passionate eruption of super-charged muscle cream.
Terrance sucked hard and gulped it all down, feeling the surging blasts of Shawn’s cum discharging like rockets blasted from his balls. God, it felt good. So good. He grabbed Shawn’s cock hard in his muscular grip and kept fucking his ass with deep, hard, full thrusts that never let up.
Shawn’s nails tried to dig into Terrance’s flesh but they couldn’t make a dent. He gasped and writhed and finally roared from the intensity of the orgasm that shook his whole body, inside and out, as his balls emptied and his ass throbbed and his raging rck-hard cocks exploded. He could still see his body growing, as if this cycle of Terrance pumping cum inside him and his cocks pumping cum inside Terrance was created a perfect muscle-making machine, each man accepting and refining and producing endless rounds of powerful male enhancement drugs that fed the other man so he could make more.
His arms swelled outwards. His chest swelled upwards. He could feel his power and his energy growing and swelling and throbbing as if it would be too big to contain, too powerful to keep inside him.
They were a two-man muscle-making fuck machine, locked in a cycle of perfect sex until Terrance pulled his mouth from Shawn’s cock and pushed himself deep inside Shawn’s ass for one last, hard fuck. Then he leaned over his lover with his dick still inside him and pressed their mouths together with a deep passion and gratitude.
He collapsed on the other man’s huge body, breathing hard and laughing slightly. “Holy fuck,” he growled. “That was intense.”
Shawn wrapped his arms across Terrance’s impossibly wide back and squeezed him with his newly grown muscular power. “You can say that again.” He kissed Terrance on the mouth and said, “Thank you.”
“Don’t even fucking mention it!” He placed his hands on either side of Shawn’s handsome face and pushed himself up. “I don’t believe it,” he said quietly.
“What?”
“You...look fucking incredible!”
“You’re not so bad looking yourself.”
But Terrance wasn’t lying. Shawn’s face had changed and he was...almost inhumanly beautiful. Perfect. His face made Terrance’s cock throb inside Shawn’s butt and the other man smiled at the recognition of the effect, squeezing his ass tightly against the huge man’s prick. Terrance couldn’t pull his eyes away from the other man’s face, until Shawn stretched his neck and kissed Terrance again, pulling him from his reverie. “You’re gonna break a lot of hearts,” Terrance said.
Shawn blushed again. “You’re gonna break my whole body if you don’t get off me. You’re as heavy as a mountain!”
Terrance laughed. “Let’s get a look at you. The latest member of New Muscle Club.”
“New?”
“Things are changing, Shawn. And they’re only getting better!”
Jefferson Grimaldi was again rudely awakened during his summer vacation from teaching at West Valley High School. He groaned from fatigue and resignation. Did those boys never sleep?
The knock that had awakened him was repeated, with more urgency. Why were they back so early, anyway? They could now resize themselves to fit more easily into a crowd. There was no need to wander about in the dark of morning, hiding from prying eyes and trying to avoid causing a commotion. They could fit into clothes and they could shrink to more normal human dimensions, now.
So why in hell was there a knock at his door at 5 o’clock in the morning? “Mr. Grimaldi?”
Jason. Of course. Then another voice. Malcolm’s. “Maybe he’s not in.”
Then, the deep unmistakable bass of Terrance’s masculine growl. “Where else would he be?”
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Groaning again, Jeff twisted over in his bed and crawled out of the sheet, setting his feet on the carpet and rubbing his eyes. What the fuck could they possibly….?
“He’s probably sleeping.”
“You think so, genius?”
Two voices he didn’t recognize. Jeff was instantly wide awake. What had they done, now? He stood up and went to the window, pulling the curtains aside and looking out his open window. “What the hell do you guys want?”
Two, then three, then seven (seven!) handsome male faces poked out from the porch at his front door. It was easy to pick out the blond head of Jason, the furry granite face of Terrance and the dark-skinned face of Malcolm, but he didn’t recognize the other four faces at all.
Jason smiled. “Good morning, Mr. Grimaldi. Could we come in? We have a few new dudes who wanted to take a look at your truman collection.”
“Guys, it’s five o’clock in the morning.”
“See?” said one of the new faces, an incredibly handsome young man who’s physical beauty rivaled anyone he had ever seen, including everyone in Muscle Club and all the trumans he’d ever met. “I told you we should wait.” He moved out from the pack of faces and stood on the porch steps. He was completely, absolutely, gorgeously naked. “I apologize, Mr. Grimaldi. I said we shouldn’t bother you so early.”
“Yeah,” one of the other new young men agreed. “We coulda kept on fucking while we waited, too.”
“My fault, Mr. Grimaldi,” Jason explained. “I just thought you’d be anxious to meet the new guys once I told you about them.”
“One second, Jason. Let me get some clothes on and let you in.”
“Don’t worry about your clothes, Mr. Grimaldi,” Malcolm called brightly. “I’m sure Doug and Tom don’t mind, and since Shawn’s already naked….”
“Yes, thanks for your advice, Malcolm, but I think I’ll just put on some pants, anyway.”
The dark muscular teen shrugged. “Whatever.”
He ducked his head back inside and stood there, dumbfounded. Four! Four more of these superteen sex gods already! In just a single day!
He grabbed a pair of jeans off a chair and stuck his legs inside them, not even bothering to find underwear, and went to the front door.
Opening it, seven handsome young faces turned to look back at him. Some of them wore clothing, some didn’t, and those that did were in various states of undress ranging from shirtlessness to Malcolm’s odd but now expected jockstrap.
They were all of the same height, now only slightly taller than Jeff, but all were obviously members of New Muscle Club, judging both by their unusually advanced muscular development and the length and heft of their sexual equipment. A wave of their spicy, funky, sexy masculine scent slammed into Jeff’s face and he sucked it inside like the purest perfume, feeling it acting on his libido with record time.
He opened the door wider and gestured for them to enter, watching them come inside his home and trying very hard not to look at their asses as they did so.
“Someone’s been busy,” he observed.
“It’s not what you think,” Jason said, holding up his hands. He was the only one fully dressed, though his feet were bare. Terrance wore a pair of jeans hanging very low on his slim hips, and Malcolm was in his customary jockstrap. The one they called Shawn, whose beauty only intensified now that he was standing so close, wore nothing at all, as did another young man who Jason introduced as Doug.
The other two new members of the muscle brigade, Tom and Andy, were wearing baggy shorts on their bodies that looked like they were kept up only by the size of their muscular thighs. Tom’s buttcrack peeked above the hem from behind and Andy was holding his shorts of with one hand, looking around Jeff’s living room curiously.
After introductions and handshakes, the seven of them sat around the room, in chairs or on the couch or on the floor, as Jason explained what had occurred in the last 24 hours. Some of them were paired off, like Jason and Terrance, and Tom and Doug, while others were welcomed into the group with the usual obvious affection and open sexuality. Hands were constantly exploring bodies, kisses were offered and accepted, and Jeff found himself once again marveling at these young men and their ability to be so open and loving with each other, both emotionally and physically, without apparent embarrassment, envy or jealousy.
“And then Terrance went out and found Shawn and...that’s it. This is all of us. All the guys who stayed behind.” Jason was sitting on the floor in front of Terrance, whose thickly muscular arms were wrapped around his lover.
“Everyone else…?”
Jason nodded. “As far as I know, every other guy followed Mr. Titus out of town to...wherever they went.”
“Muscle City,” Doug said. Doug was a talkative guy, very comfortable with his body and his muscles, and maybe even more overtly sexual than Malcolm. He was best friends with Tom, who was quiet and showed an intense curiosity and observational sense, his beautiful eyes always darting around to take everything in. They sat close together on the couch, with Doug resting inside Tom’s embrace, his head against the other young man’s broad, powerful chest.
Shawn, sitting beside the chair where Terrance was comforting and embracing Jason, was unquestionably the most beautiful human being that Jeff had ever encountered. His body was unique in its muscular symmetry and physical perfection, looking more athletic and lithe than the usual hyper-muscled truman presentation. Every movement showed an innate grace and he smiled easily. Jeff had never seen someone with gold eyes before, but that was exactly what Shawn had. His beauty was intensely masculine in nature, though he seemed oblivious to its affects on everyone else. He was like a silent seduction, a constant throbbing lure of perfect beauty.
Andy was unusually shy, saying little and attempting to fade into the background - an impossible task because he was very large, almost as large as Terrance, and had an electric presence about him as if he was exuding sex. No, not sex...devotion. Command. Authority. Some powerful sense of support, as if nothing in the whole world was going to harm you with Andy at your side. He stood rather than sat and was off to the side, arms folded across his mammoth muscular pecs. A sense of thoughtfulness and...guardianship exuded from his tall frame. Jeff had no doubt that being around Andy would make him feel safe, that the man’s attention and concern would be a balm against anything he feared or worried over. It was unusual to find a truman who wasn’t extroverted or openly sexual, and Andy intrigued him a great deal.
“Is anyone hungry?”
Jason laughed slightly, a soft rumble. “We’ve had breakfast, but don’t let that stop you.”
Jeff knew that breakfast for these young men was a good cocksucking, feeding each other the warm, sweet cream their balls produced in unlimited abundance, the only food or fuel their new bodies required and desired. Malcolm raised his finger and wiggled it saying, “I wouldn’t mind some coffee, though.”
Doug looked over at the chocolate-skinned god. “You need any cream with that?” His cock was already throbbing hotly toward erection. Tom reached forward and stroked him with evident familiarity.
“Always,” Malcolm replied.
Jeff excused himself before the orgy broke out in his living room, and he heard deep groans and grunts of obvious sexual pleasure erupting softly as he busied himself in the kitchen.
He turned to fill the carafe with water and was a bit shocked to find Andy standing in the entry, looking at him. His body filled the doorway and he said, “Do you need any help?”
“You’re not going to…?”
The huge man shook his shaggy head. “Not quite...ready for that, yet. I’m kind of...mending a broken heart.”
“I see. Someone who left?”
“No, still here.”
“I don’t follow.” He started filling the coffee carafe from the tap.
“He’s not one of us,” Andy explained. Jeff’s eyebrows lifted. Andy was in love with someone not in the Club, and he never initiated him? As if hearing his thoughts, Andy continued, “He’s already in love with someone else. His girlfriend. So….”
“So….” He turned around and looked at the giant. “That seems unusual.”
“What?”
“To deny yourself someone when you could have them so easily.”
“So easily? Would he ever forgive me? Would he ever love me? After I did that to him?”
“You act like it’s a curse.”
He entered the kitchen and sat at the table. “I notice you’re not one of us.”
“No,” Jeff agreed.
“When it could be done so easily,” Andy repeated.
Jeff shrugged. “I think I’ll be more helpful for you guys like this.”
“Because?”
“Because of what happened before. Because of what I saw, what I heard.”
“How we were treated.” Jeff nodded. “Yeah, that kind of sucks.”
“Don’t misunderstand me, Andy. It’s not that I don’t want it. Someday, I’ll ask for your gift, and I’ll accept it gladly and with thanks. But for now….”
“For now you’ll be our best ally by not being like us.”
“Does that bother you?”
“It does, a little.” Jeff opened his mouth to explain, but Andy cut him off. “But I understand the reasons, and I appreciate it more than I can say.” He tilted his head. “When you finally decide you want this - all of this - may I...may I be the one?”
“Can I ask why?”
He shrugged his mountain range shoulders. “Something about you. Something...inside,” he said, pressing his hand to his chest. “I...feel you.”
“Oh.”
“Does that make sense?”
“A little,” he admitted. “I feel you, too.”
Andy smiled. It made Jeff feel safe.