Transform: Muscle City 21
by AKA
Perhaps if Fergus had not been standing before them naked, they would not have even noticed that his body was changing. In fact, on any other man’s body - one with a touch of fat on its bones and some meat already swelling out under its skin - the changes that began to manifest would not have been so pronounced.
It started on his torso, on his belly and chest. He had a slim, taught stomach, smooth and flat, without any muscular definition. Similarly, his chest could not have been said to be bulging, nor could it have been described as sunken or featureless. He may not have been a slave to the gym, but his art or his handling of the metal for his sculpture had developed distinct, if underdeveloped, pecs that pressed against his pale flesh.
Now they were swelling forward. Slowly, and slightly, but they were definitely growing. And his formerly flat and featureless stomach began to divide into six sections of muscle, as if they had been there all along and now he was sucking in his skin.
Fergus’s eyes were closed and his dick was suddenly hard, popping up from its flaccid state to a six-inch stalk that seemed to want to stretch its neck. His gloved hands balled into fists and the cords of his neck stood out starkly.
�What did you do?� Billy asked, not taking his eyes off the small slim figure.
�Jesus, mate,� Trevor agreed.
�I just�.�
Fergus moaned deeply. His cock was now bouncing and it was clear that a volley of cream was forthcoming. Mere seconds had passed. His arms, tensed and straight at his sides, showed pulsing veins running their length and the cords of muscle that he already had were separating from each other, growing precise and starting to swell in size.
He shot a thick stream of cum from his cock. His body tensed - again, illustrating that he was definitely growing larger - and he bent his knees and pushed his pelvis forward and a long, thick rope of white thrust from his cannon. He gripped himself with his glove and groaned.
�How is this possible?� Trevor asked. �I thought you said we had to�.�
�We do!� Billy acknowledged. �At least, we did.�
�I didn�t do anything,� Carl protested. �I mean, I did, but I didn�t! Oh, fuck. Oh, Jesus.�
�If it�s any consolation, he does look as though he�s enjoying it.�
�Whatever it is,� Billy finished.
Fergus shot again, pushing his hips forward as if fucking someone’s ass, and another heavy, full gush of cum escaped his dick. His chest now owned two very obvious pectoral mounds, and his six pack had deepened and grown more precise. The muscles along both arms were equally distinctive and obviously larger, and the sleek, slim brawn along his legs was pressing outward and separating as well.
His dancer’s body was becoming more and more like a gymnast’s body. He was losing his unremarkable smoothness and developing a body of more obvious power and discrete muscular bulges.
It all happened in mere moments, and Fergus pushed out a few further gushes of hot cum from his glove-gripped cock before it was all over. Then he stood there, holding his dripping dick in his hand, his newly developed abs swelling and receding as he sucked air into his lungs, and his newly grown chest rising and falling.
�How the fuck did I just do that?� Carl said.
Fergus looked like a baby truman. He had certainly not been fully transformed, or even half way, but he was most definitely more muscular and perhaps a shade taller as well. He slowly regained his senses and straightened, pulling his hand off his cock and lifting the glove to his face, where he began licking off the clinging droplets of his own cream from the worn leather. He pulled in a slow, long, shuddering breath and said, softly, “Whoa.”
He opened his eyes. Then he smiled. “Whoa,” he said again.
�What the fuck happened?� Carl asked.
�Like I know?� Fergus replied.
Then there was another sigh, and moan, and he looked next to him at his companion. During the entire process, Fergus had been the sole focus of everyone there as his naked body changed, forgetting all about the other young man standing.
Standing right next to him.
Magnus had been neither naked nor shooting cum from his exposed hard-on. Now that they were all looking at him, it was obvious that something had happened to him, as well. “Oh, fuck,” Carl said again.
�Fuck, indeed,� Magnus agreed, laughing slightly. �That was pretty fucking amazing, Carl. Whatever it is you just did.� He raised his head and smiled, then placed his hand on Fergus�s shoulder for support. �I�ve never...Jesus, Carl, that�s...holy fuck.�
�I didn�t do anything!� Carl repeated, and then also repeated, �Well, I did, but I didn�t!�
�All evidence to the contrary,� Trevor observed. He strode forward and looked at the two smaller men. �How do you feel?�
�I�m not entirely sure how to answer that question,� Fergus replied. He was a beautiful young man with what appeared to be a well-trained body, with stark muscles along every inch. He looked like he had gained around twenty pounds, which was a lot on his small frame.
�Well, for starters, do you feel like you're addicted to Carl and want him to fuck your ass forever?�
Fergus’s brow furrowed. “I wanted him to fuck my ass since he walked in, so that hasn’t changed. And as for feeling addicted to anything, I’d really love to be able to come like that again, because that was about the deepest, fullest, hardest, most amazing wank session I’ve ever had.”
�Agreed,� Magnus said.
Trevor looked over, then looked down. There was a growing dark stain on Magnus’s trousers. “Ouch.”
�You have no idea,� he replied rubbing his aching dick. How it had not managed to rip itself free of his denim was a miracle.
Trevor pivoted. “I would ask something stupid like ‘why didn’t you mention that we could do that,’ but from your expressions of shock and wonder I would guess that you’ve never done it before.”
�Well, I sure haven�t!� Carl said. �But�.�
�But?�
Billy and Carl looked at each other and at the same time, said, “Timebomb.”
�What�s a timebomb?�
�Not a what,� Billy corrected, �a who. Tim Balmer, otherwise known as Timebomb. Another of our brothers. Went away to college.�
�Surely there�s more to the story?�
Carl said, “Timebomb used to do this thing, sometimes. When he was, like, really, really ready to pop. He’d hold back and hold back, edging the fuck out of himself, pushing and thrusting and driving himself and whoever he was with apeshit with sex juice until he would...go off.”
�Go off...how?�
Carl pointed at Fergus. Then he made an explosion sound and gestured with his hands, mimicking a nuclear mushroom cloud rising towards the sky. “Explode! Fucking...erupt! Detonate! And then...dudes would...you know.”
�I think I know,� Fergus agreed.
�I don�t understand how this is even possible,� Trevor announced, shaking his head. �Assuming the process is purely physical, that the agent of transformation lives in our cum and that�s how we transfer it to others...you never even touched him! Hell, you�re standing six feet away from him!�
�And he still managed to get some on me,� Carl observed, wiping a heavy droplet of Fergus�s cream off his thigh and sucking it into his mouth. �Nice.�
�Well, that�s not the point.�
�Can we discuss the whys and wherefores later and discuss the what happens now...now?� Fergus wondered aloud. He looked down at himself and started to pull off his gloves. Then he was exploring his new body, roaming his hands over the muscles that had appeared magically beneath his skin before reaching down and grasping his cock. �Hmm, bigger here, too.� He looked up at Carl as he squeezed and caressed his larger prick and said, �You do nice work.�
Billy huffed out a laugh and looked at Magnus. “Does he take everything in stride like that?”
Magnus shrugged. “Mostly.”
Fergus looked at his lover. “Well?”
�Well what?�
�Strip �em off, my man. Let�s see what happened to you.� He looked down. �And maybe I can get you cleaned up with a tongue bath.�
�Yes,� Trevor said, �I really do like him.�
Fergus placed his hands at the hem of Magnus’s shirt and pulled it up over his body. There were sounds of approval and Magnus’s improved body was unveiled, showing that - much like his lover - the changes weren’t dramatic but they were obvious. It was more difficult to tell, of course, since they had yet to see the small man naked, but the definition of his muscles, and in particular the very deep valleys outlining his stark six-pack abs, showed that he had experienced the same sort of instant growth as his friend.
When he stripped off his pants, it was obvious that he had experienced a very full orgasmic blow out, as the wealth of cream that clung to his pubic bush and glazed his equipment made it look like someone had squeezed royal frosting all over his crotch. Fergus sank immediately to his knees and, as promised, began to lick every inch of his lover’s newly prodigious instrument, lifting it carefully to get to his fat ballsack as well, moaning with delight.
The three huge men watched in unvarnished lust as the young man with the new muscular body worshiped his friend’s cum-coated cock, slurping and kissing and licking him until he was glistening with spit instead of cum, and his dick was throbbing to an award-winning erection that turned a deep red as it throbbed and swelled higher and higher.
Perhaps Magnus had been gifted before, but now he was the proud owner of a majestic, magnificent uncut beauty of mammoth proportions. He kept swelling larger and larger as Fergus moved his mouth and tongue around his burgeoning hard-on, rubbing the tip with his thumb and stroking him to drive his growth.
Magnus looked down at his friend and their eyes met, and Magnus was breathing hard and steady in an obvious attempt to keep himself at bay. His hands were balling into fists and his deeply-carved six-pack swelled and receded. The cords of his neck stood out starkly and Carl said, “Just let it go, brother. Let yourself go.”
�Want...don�t want him to stop,� he managed to say. Fergus squeezed him hard and a swelling drop of pre-cum erupted at the tip of his 9-inch-high prick, drooling down the side until Fergus licked up the length of him and sucked it inside his mouth.
�I�m not gonna stop,� Fergus said. �Until I make you come in my mouth.�
�Then...then you better...aw, fuck, Fergus.�
�Excellent,� his friend said, and like a snake he went down all the way on his friend�s joint and, enveloped in Fergus�s warm, loving wetness, Magnus came again. His eyes rolled up in their sockets and he went up on his toes and Fergus caught every drop of what had to be a magnificent explosion of warm, salty spunk.
�Oh, yeah,� Carl said. �Fergus is gonna fit in nicely.� Trevor nodded a silent agreement, feeling a strong pang of jealousy as he watched the smaller man�s obvious cocksucking eagerness and talent, wondering how it would feel to have his hands all over his own mammoth appendage which was dropping low and heavy as he watched.
But Billy’s brow furrowed and he looked at Carl. “So, what did you do?”
�Me?�
�How do you think�?�
Carl shrugged. “I just...felt like I wanted to show off a little. So I intended to tug the dude as hard as I could. You know, he’d challenged us so why not give him a taste of what we can do?”
�A taste.�
�Well, a very strong taste.�
�But instead you made him bigger.�
�Evidently,� he agreed. �I mean, when you think about it, maybe it makes sense?�
�How does it make sense?�
Carl watched Fergus’s wide, bulging back as he finished up on Magnus’s beautiful cock and he said, “Well, first, the only reason any of us are big is because of Scott and Derek finding that video thing, right? And the guy in that video thing was obviously never in the room with them, but the results are just as obvious to everyone by now. So, like, we all started from a seed that never touched us. And sure, since then we’ve just gotten bigger and bigger - so, probably? The initial thing? Can be like that,” he said, nodding at the two smaller men with their more prominent muscular development and bigger sexual equipment. “And I could stand here pushing out fat tugs on them and keep, like, incrementally growing them every time, but it’s this,” he said, grabbing his fat prick and pointing it at Billy, “that really produces the results.”
�Then why did we never�?�
Carl shrugged. “Dude, I’m making this up as I go. I don’t have the answers. I’m just, you know, putting it out there as a possibility. I mean, like, The Timebomb was doing it without realizing it. Maybe he has a different...strain of whatever we have inside us. Stronger ability? Maybe we all had it the whole time but, like, who the fuck is going to try to think a dude bigger when you know you can do it pretty easily by just, like, coming on him?”
�It presents us with some rather unique possibilities.�
�As well as some rather unique problems.�
�Dudes, I almost bust a nut making that happen,� Carl said. �I mean, seriously? I threw everything at him...them. And you can see the results. I don�t think most guys who accidentally get granted a few more pounds of muscle and few extra inches of cock are gonna be, like, complaining about it.� Carl�s deep, resounding voice rose an octave and he said, ��Oh, my! Look, my body is suddenly swelling up with power and my dick is bigger! Heavens above! Make it stop!� Yeah, that�s gonna happen,� he concluded sarcastically with an eye-roll.
�Still,� Trevor added, �it raises an important question.�
�Which is?�
He looked at his companions. “What else can we do that we don’t know we can do?”
Billy looked troubled, and Carl looked excited. But Fergus interrupted their conversation by clearing his throat and they looked over at him.
Magnus and Fergus were naked. Magnus’s troublesome cock was now cleaned up and hanging forward, clearly an outsized beauty hanging at least seven inches down even now that it had calmed itself. He had egg-sized balled hanging just as low, and his thin body was now displaying a set of muscles that pressed against his clean white skin in long wedges and firm cables. He had a swimmer’s build with a rock-hard six pack on his tight belly.
Fergus, the target of Carl’s detonation, had borne the brunt of the explosion and had a more developed gymnast’s build, with a particularly well-built chest of two plates of muscle, and his arms looked a bit swollen and fat with power. His cock was less impressive than Magnus’s broad, fat tool, probably six inches long with a cut foreskin and two thick veins running its length. More veins pulsed atop his prick and ran up along his pelvis. One thing they could all agree on was that Fergus had amazing thick, round, prominent ass with deep divots and high arching mounds of muscle. It left little doubt that when he was fucking someone, they were going to feel it.
�So,� he said, �now what?�
�Now?� Billy asked?
Fergus hung his muscled arm across Magnus’s shoulders and gestured to the two of them. “Don’t you think we’re a touch unfinished?”
�So�?�
�So. So, let�s have it all, boys. Give us the works.�
Billy looked at Magnus. “Is that what you want?”
Magnus looked serious and said, “Billy, there’s something going on. Something important and new and amazing. When I was inside you, I….”
�Wait, you were inside him?� Fergus asked.
�Not physically, Fergus. We connected.�
�Oh.� He looked at Billy�s superhuman beauty and clicked his tongue. �Too bad.�
�Oh, fuck, can I do him first?� Carl asked. His cocks were already swelling thicker and harder, lengthening by the inch, and his balls were practically pumping.
�I believe Magnus was speaking,� Billy said gently.
�When I was inside you, I knew you were different. Different from anyone else. Different from everyone else. Something...I can�t explain or define it, but as different as you are on the outside, you�re different on the inside too. Whatever it is that�s happening, however you�re changing and developing, I want to come along for the ride.�
�Fuckin A,� Carl said, happily.
�Frankly,� Fergus said, �I just want two dicks.�
�Why?� Billy asked, genuinely curious.
�Because it�s gonna freak everyone the fuck out.�
�Fergus likes freaking everyone the fuck out,� Magnus explained.
�I got that,� Billy said, smiling. �Well, okay, then. Um, I guess��
�Dibs on Fergus!� Carl called, raising his hand. �Dude, you are gonna so enjoy this.� He was practically giddy with anticipation.
Fergus smiled. “I want to fuck you, first.”
�You a mindreader, then?� Carl asked. Fergus shrugged. Carl�s cocks were rising very quickly.
�Whoa, whoa, whoa, dude. Be careful with those things! Don�t want you going off too soon, do we? Let�s have some fun first.� He walked over and grabbed both of Carl�s twins hard. �What�s your feelings about being manhandled by a smaller dude with big appetites?�
Carl nearly came. Fergus came over and steered the towering muscular figure away, keeping his eyes on Carl’s firm, muscular ass and shaking his head at its sheer power and beauty.
Magnus was looking at Trevor and Billy. “That just leaves us,” he said.
�So it would appear,� Billy agreed.
�It should be you two,� Trevor said. He looked at Billy. �Let�s find out what happens when it�s just you and someone new.�
�New?� Magnus asked, then he remembered. �That�s right...you�re a virgin.�
�Well, in that sense, anyway,� he agreed.
�I would be proud and privileged to be your first,� Magnus said. �I have only one request.�
�Of course,� Billy said.
�I want all of you. Unhidden, undisguised, unashamed. I want the true Billy, every inch of you. Don�t...don�t try to conform or be someone you�re not. Not for me. And not now.�
Billy felt a rush of love for Magnus again. He didn’t ask for him to be careful, or to hold back, or to be less than he was. He wanted to be with Billy.
As Magnus watched, Billy started to change. He removed all the limits he set on himself. The limits set in place to disguise who he was, now, how beautiful and powerful and magnificent. Trevor felt heat pouring from Billy’s body, and his redolent, musky, masculine scent began to swell in power as his body and face changed.
Magnus watched in silent awe as Billy revealed himself to the man he was about to change. His beauty magnified as his body began to stretch taller and wider. His muscles unfurled, swelling outwards beneath his bronze skin. His face became increasingly handsome, the features losing all pretense at human norms of masculine beauty.
A god was making himself before Magnus’s unblinking eyes. Bigger and more beautiful than he had even imagined. Power radiated from him like pulses of heat and sex. His cocks swelled larger and larger. His chest built upon itself until he did not believe it could get bigger, and then it continued to swell with muscle.
Billy rose before Magnus into the supreme epitome of male perfection that he had become, somehow welcoming all the power and beauty of the hundreds of others he had cared for inside him, and molding it and sculpting it and shaping it into this vision of power and flawlessness that kept getting larger and larger.
Magnus’s heart was beating hard in his chest. Blood rushed into his cock and pushed it hard and high. He was sweating, and the scent of Billy’s magnificent male perfection coated his skin in a mist of sex and muscle, like a hot shower of masculine power.
It took only moments for Billy to strip away the veneer of his daily performance of a man not gifted with the godlike level of muscle, beauty, power and masculine essence that Billy was now.
�God,� Magnus said softly. His cock was pulsing with the beats of his heart. His eyes were wide and staring, wanting never to look away from Billy�s true magnificence.
�Billy,� he said. His voice was a throbbing vibration of sex. A cock thrusting inside Magnus�s head and ass. A tongue licking his prick. Lips kissing his mouth.
�I...had no idea,� Magnus said.
Billy shrugged. It made his entire muscular development swell and shift, showcasing the awesome size, weight, thickness and power that was swelling along every inch of his colossal body. “It’s just me,” he said, in a voice soaked with masculine energy, swollen with sexual capacity, as if everyone else on the planet looked like he did, encased in a ten-foot-high muscular frame of overwhelming perfection. He owned the flawless face of Adonis. Or Apollo. Some Greek or Roman god of pleasure and power, standing naked before his disciple.
�Yeah,� Trevor agreed. �It�s just you. I kind of remember going sex crazy now.�
�I wasn�t� I didn�t�.�
�Are you all right?� Billy asked, looking concerned.
�Holy fuck,� Magnus concluded. �You�re as beautiful on the outside as you are on the inside.�
�Truer words have never been spoken, my young friend,� Trevor agreed.
Billy’s entire giant body blushed. “Thanks,” he said in his deep, powerful voice.
�What...what happens now?�
�Whatever you want to happen,� Billy explained. �What do you want to do?�
�Everything,� Magnus said, simply.
Billy smiled. “Well, let’s start with a kiss. I already know you’re very good at that.” The huge man approached the small man and sank to one knee, bringing their faces closer. Magnus could hardly breathe. No man on the planet actually looked like that. Even artists would have a hard time capturing Billy’s incredibly handsome visage with their brushes and paint. Could a camera adequately copy the man’s beauty? Would he break the lens because it was trying so hard to seize every detail of his face with its inadequacy?
Billy leaned forward and pressed his lips to Magnus’s.
�Ah,� thought Magnus. �There he is again. There�s Billy.� The kiss made Magnus relax, as he closed his eyes and sank once more into the endless well of Billy�s unconstrained love. He marveled again at the man�s seemingly innate ability to love without restrictions or limits, how he opened himself so entirely to someone else, someone he knew only a little, and did not judge their worth or merit. Everyone deserved to be loved fully and without question.
And Billy did just that.
Magnus felt a hand moving around his cock. The man’s touch was gentle, smooth, warm. His hand was large enough to easily hold Magnus’s cock and balls - even as large as they were - and Billy was fondling and caressing him with a tenderness that belied his power and size. The kiss was passionate and loving, their tongues twisting around each other. And then Billy was pushing against Magnus and his other arm went around the smaller man’s body and set him on the ground.
Magnus opened his eyes and saw Billy looking at him with pure love. The kiss was perfect and then Billy was on the ground, too and turning them over, so that Magnus’s smaller form was resting atop Billy’s huge frame.
He was hard all over. Made of pure muscle, that stretched and moved, as if Magnus could feel inside of the other man, feel everything as his breathed and flexed and wrapped him in an embrace. The kiss never stopped, never broke, never ended. It was warm and wet and hungry. Billy was made out of sex, and he was pouring it into Magnus in a pure display of his love.
Billy’s huge cock rose up and rubbed itself into the crack of Magnus’s ass. He could feel it like a hot, hard shank that throbbed with life, beating in time to the heart inside Billy’s hugeness. Something warm and slick drooled onto Magnus’s back and he realized that Billy was leaking a stream of pre-cum, bathing them both in the warm honey of his masculine power.
Billy’s thick finger’s found Magnus’s tight pucker and he was rubbing and prodding him, now. It felt like any other man’s cock, as big as it was, and Magnus tried to relax and let the man’s touch inside him. Then he felt a sudden cascade of pure pleasure. Billy was sending some sort of sexual touch through his hand! Magnus squirmed and moaned with delight as Billy began to show him exactly how much sexual power he had - even in the tips of his fingers.
The sensation was warm and tingling, it radiated into his body and aimed straight for his prick. He felt his balls buzzing and his cock throbbed and swelled. Billy seemed to realize the effect and he redoubled the sensation, sending warm, powerful swollen throbs of sex into Magnus’s body through only his hands and his touch.
Magnus wanted more. Suddenly he was eager to pull that fat cock inside him, to feel Billy’s powerful thrusts as he pushed every inch of his magnificent sex inside Magnus’s body and started pumping muscle inside him.
�Fuck me,� Magnus asked. Pleaded. �Fuck me, please.�
Billy smiled. “We’re nearly there,” he said. “I’m not finished, yet.”
Then he kissed Magnus again and a hard, thick, all-encompassing cascade of sexual bliss pushed inside the smaller man’s body. Everywhere their bodies touched, Billy was pushing a non-stop throbbing sensation of sex into Magnus. His whole body felt like a dick, a dick that was being stroked and sucked and licked and fucked all at once. A dick held at the very edge, the extreme limit of sexual bliss and unable to explode its fat, creamy load.
Billy unleashed himself, showing Magnus what he wanted to see, and what he wanted to feel. The true, unlimited, undisguised nature of Billy Titus, superman, sexual god, perfect being. He wrapped Magnus in his arms and surrounded him with his body and flooded him with the unfiltered perfect masculine sexual energy that he had been blessed with.
Magnus came. He could not stop himself. He felt his creamy load erupt between their bodies and felt Billy chuckle with delight. The delight manifested in even more sexual bliss, radiating out from his huge muscular body as if he could not contain its power.
Magnus came again. He moaned with ecstatic bliss. He shook from pure sexual power and love. Nothing ever felt this good. Nothing ever could.
Billy kept opening the valve on his power. He poured more and more of himself into Magnus before pushing inside and flooding him with muscle and sex.
Little by little, as he kissed and explored and rubbed against the smaller man’s body, he opened up his well of perfect love and sex and muscle, as if he was preparing a hole big enough to fill with every drop of his power.
�You�re ready,� Billy said like a growl. �Now you�re ready for all of me.�
Fergus was fucking Carl. Carl was on his back, his legs split wide, his hole a tight pink pucker, as Fergus held the man by his calf muscles and shoved himself inside.
He watched as Carl began to lose control of his attempts to maintain his disguised form. It was evident early on that Carl loved being fucked. His hole was tight and hot, and he seemed to pull Fergus’s cock inside him, as if his ass was a mouth sucking against his prick.
Fergus had fucked plenty of holes, but nothing - nothing ever - felt like this did. As soon as he was seated inside, preparing to tell Carl what he was going to do, how hard he was going to fuck him, how deep and strong, Carl did something that grabbed onto him and held him and surrounded his cock in bliss.
Carl’s ass was the gateway to heaven. Carl’s ass was the frame of perfect sex, and inside he was a deep, warm, wet cave of blissful carnal beauty.
He was wet and tight and warm and inviting. He squirmed and groaned and growled like an animal.
And then he started to grow.
Fergus wished he’d had a camera to record the scene, as he fucked Carl’s ass and the man’s entire body started changing. He felt as though he were doing it, as though his cock had taken on magical properties and now when he fucked someone he’d watch their muscles harden and swell, and their bodies lengthen and expands, and their cock grow larger and fatter and longer.
He fucked Carl with hard thrusts, and with every pump the man grew bigger and more powerful. He stretched his head on his neck and twisted his face back and forth, and each time it came back into focus it was more handsome and more masculine and more perfect.
Fergus pushed his legs aside and leaned forward, thrusting himself into Carl’s ass up to the balls and held himself there as Carl surrounded his dick like a heavenly velvet vice, wanting him never to leave.
�Open your eyes, Carl,� Fergus instructed. They were blue like turquoise and bright and clear. �Can you do it to me now?� Carl nodded, speechless in ecstasy. �Do it, Carl. Make me grow.�
Carl grinned.
It happened with sudden ferocity that Fergus had not been prepared for.
And he exploded with muscle.
Trevor experienced a sudden, hard thrust of something that he could instantly recognize as CARL! It was CARL! in capital letters with an exclamation mark at the end. An explosion of CARL! that felt like immense masculine energy and hard, thrusting sex and instant muscular power. He had been watching Magnus and Billy together, and the extraordinary sense of pure love he could feel coming from them like a palpable sensation when that sudden and almost violent detonation of CARL! intruded and he turned around.
Just in time, too, because he watched Fergus veritably inflate into a swollen god of muscular might. One moment he was holding Carl’s long legs in his small grip, pushed inside Carl’s butt to the hilt and he was leaning forward. The next he was standing up and stretching taller and wider as his entire body was filled in with instant muscle.
It was unclear what had happened exactly. Fergus was definitely fucking Carl. His cock was lodged inside him and Carl had grown into his full power during the course of their coupling, now swollen with huge mountains of power that rose up and pushed against each other for space on his giant frame.
Now there were two men there, one with his cock deep inside the other man’s butt, and they were equals in size and insane muscular development.
Whatever Carl had done before, whatever power he had to change another man with and without the use of his power cum, it was clear that if driven hard enough, Carl had massive power inside him and he could instantly - like, immediately - inflate another guy with insane levels of power so that his body was pushed all the way to the edge of Muscle Club perfection.
Fergus was breathing hard and then he threw back his head and let out a howl of either intense pleasure or intense pain - possibly both - and gushing fountains of cum started erupting through his massive cock inside Carl’s ass. He was coming with such volume and intensity that it was exploding out of Carl and splashing back against Fergus’s new incredible body, and he started to slowly fuck Carl’s ass again with deep, pure, hard thrusts, coming a non-stop eruption of hot, sticky cream as his body tried compensating for the sudden rush of power and masculine energy it had been fed through a firehose.
And then as Trevor watched, Carl began to grow.
Billy moved one of his cocks towards Magnus’s hole and nudged himself inside, kissing the hot hardness of his body against the warm softness of Magnus’s body. Magnus moaned a deeply satisfying sound as his lover connected with him in the most intimate physical fashion two men could share.
Billy flooded Magnus with love and bliss, so that the fat intrusion of his massive meat would not feel as though he was thrusting his fist inside the smaller man - though that was more or less what he intended.
Billy found being with a “normal” man both exciting and frightening. He knew he could literally break the man, or split him, or tear him up. That was how large he was, now, and how much bigger he was than ordinary men like Magnus. But this was what Magnus wanted. The whole Billy, the entire Billy, every massive muscular inch of him.
Magnus squirmed and moaned as Billy entered him. The hugeness of Bill’s massive meat intruded deeper and deeper inside him, filling him up and connecting him tightly with the god beneath him. He could feel every inch of the god’s cock as it pushed slowly inside of him, sending out fat, hard pulses of pure sexual bliss that overwhelmed his senses and forbade any pain, gifting only pleasure in abundance.
Billy closed his eyes as he entered Magnus’s tightness. His love was overwhelming for the small young man, and his hunger for making him swell with power was just as strong. He held himself back and allowed his masculine and muscular energies to swell bigger and bigger, like an inner tube he was pumping tighter and harder and fatter with pure male power, ready to burst at any moment.
He sighed and breathed and tried to calm himself. He held Magnus in his arms and kissed him, held him, loved him utterly as one of his mighty pricks moved inside him and the other rose above his body, drooling thick streams of warm honey that bathed them both in the essence of Billy, perfumed with power and suffused with sex.
Just as he was inside, flooding Magnus with bliss, holding himself back as his engine revved into the red zone, Carl’s explosion of power happened.
And Billy felt it.
Billy and Carl were closer than anyone. Billy loved Carl more deeply than anyone else. And when Carl felt that familiar pure sense of Carl as his masculine energy swelled and detonated, his own carefully constructed framework of control was shattered.
His cock exploded inside Magnus. His other cock exploded above him like a fountain, sending a massive stream of transforming cream into the air before it rained down upon them both.
Magnus’s guts were suddenly filled with gallons of Billy’s cum, his belly swelling like a balloon, as Billy’s body suddenly released the bonds he had constructed on his endless well of superhuman male energy. The power and purity of Billy’s cum, super-concentrated and unfiltered, instantly infiltrated Magnus’s body, every fiber of muscle, every cell of blood, every strand of DNA, everything.
Like Fergus, Magnus was altered almost instantaneously.
To be continued