Transform: New Blood
by AKA
“Yeah, I’m pretty sure he’s been Transformed.” Chuck was grinning his half-smile as he watched the screen. Frazz sat next to him on the couch in the unusually large and undoubtedly very expensive Manhattan apartment of their friends Michael and Carlos, both of whom stood near the floor to ceiling windows that overlooked Central Park west. Another pair of naked men, Joseph and Bobby, stood at the back of the room holding beers in one hand and their hard cocks in the other. It was dark outside, and the 48” HD screen projected the light from the sunlit scene of pornographic perfection into the room, casting shadows across the four men’s naked muscular bodies.
The six of them had much in common, but chiefly it was the fact that each of them had been dramatically and fantastically altered at a genetic level. They were, for all intents and purposes, supermen, gifted with strength surpassing that of 20 or 30 ordinary men, with the muscular size and development to match. They were naked out of habit and partial necessity rather than circumstance, unused to draping their glorious and flawless bodies in anything except the silken flesh and forests of curls that carpeted their broad, heavy chests and dusted their arms, legs and asscracks. Their bodies had been altered to such an extreme extent that the clothing designed for the average male body – or even designed for above average male bodies – could not contain the masses of muscle and the thick, long, nearly perpetually hard cocks throbbing hotly from between their legs.
Carlos had helped to develop the formula they had come to call Transform. He was a smooth-skinned Latino god with thick, wavy hair the color of dark coffee that fell across his shoulders and draped nearly to his toned, buffed ass. A gargantuan tube of meat sprouted from a shining black forest of curls at his groin, the only other hair on his body. He stood quietly with his arms folded against the mountains of his chest, his gold-colored eyes watching the others in the room.
Next to him, his partner Michael was an alabaster statue carved from pure masculinity. He had huge, fat nipples sitting at the lower edge of two round hemispheres of muscle that cast shadows across the rippled expanse of his tight belly. His face was achingly gorgeous, with long dark lashes that matched the blue-black of the shock of hair kept short and neat. He had small ears and high cheekbones, seemingly carved to perfectly match the piercing deep blue of his eyes. Of all the men there, he seemed the most exquisite example of perfect male development.
Chuck, on the other hand, was raw male power incarnate. From the close-cropped flat-top on his head to the mustache and goatee on his lip and chin to the deep, full forest of curls that flowed like water across the huge muscled mounds of his chest and swam into the deep chasms etched between every bulging muscle on his torso, his presence screamed masculine dominance. Only the perpetual smile on his lips and the playful gleam in his dark brown gaze hinted that beneath this behemoth of brawn and power lurked the mind and soul of a jokester whose dearest wish would be to fuck the living daylights out of everyone he met.
The final two men in the room could hardly be called men at all, being lately turned 17 and 18 years of age. Jospeh, or Joe, was the baby of the group, but no less powerfully muscled for it. His body, athletic and sleek, bulged with tightly suppressed energy and an obvious and copious sexual vigor. His face, too, seemed to be lit by a permanent smile, but one less lascivious and knowing than Chuck’s. Joseph was like a puppy in wolf’s clothing, seeking genuinely to please in any and every way that he could, and happily capable to do so thanks to the hypermuscled body and ever-flowing balls at his constant disposal. But his appetites were never sated fully, and he was in almost constant motion in the room, his cock showing its constant state of readiness for any challenge put to it.
His friend and companion Joseph was only slightly older but worlds wiser. Bobby and his brother had both been changed, and they shared the wonder and excitement of their new lives and bodies with the same openness and acceptance that they had always known. Joseph had lived a somewhat more sheltered and certainly more hidden life before receiving the gift of Transform. His body was just as perfect, just as flawlessly beautiful and powerfully muscled as Bobby’s, but his stance was one of stillness and waiting, his gaze one of need and desire. He recognized the man on the screen, though not literally. But he could have easily been that guy, alone in his room, getting off on getting off on himself.
They were all watching a particularly hot piece of male solo video action starring a man none of them knew, but with whom all of them, it was certain, had a connection. For the sheer physical size and beauty of the man, coupled with his unusual flexibility, obvious strength and size and the copious and nearly continual fountain of cum erupting from his very large, very thick, very long dick and fat, low-hanging balls were all mirrors of their own heightened sexual and physical capabilities.
The man was massive, there were no two ways about that. His face contained the same flawless properties that the six watchers owned, looking to be in his late teens or early 20’s with a patch of whiskers below his lower lip and a smile that would make, as the Stones once sang, a dead man cum. As he moved, the muscles of his body flexed and bulged in a dance of such sexually charged meaning that it was a wonder the others weren’t involuntarily pumping out fountains of cream from their own monstrous cocks. Mere weight-lifting could never have built the body before them. No one that young was that huge, even with steroids.
“You downloaded this?” Frazz’s deep voice, issuing from somewhere inside the dark-skinned man’s huge chest, nearly rattled the inch-thick window panes. Frazz, who happened to be Chuck’s main squeeze, was sprawled across half the huge couch. The muscles of his body, clothed in skin so dark it was almost black, flexed and bulged like writhing animals. One large hand was slowly stroking the mammoth appendage leaking streams of pre-cum across his thigh while the other carelessly plucked at the peanut-size nub of his left nipple. His almond-shaped eyes sparkled like dark jewels and his perfect teeth shone brightly against his dark, full lips. He was smiling in spite of himself. This was a clear breach of protocol, a Transformed man displaying himself so publicly and openly, but he was certainly enjoying the show.
Chuck sucked in a deep breath to still his own burgeoning desires. The man on the screen seemed to be looking directly at him, though he knew that this was filmed some days ago, possibly in the man’s own bedroom, and he was looking into the lens of his own webcam as he brought his beautiful hand to his mouth and licked a shining trail of spit across his palm before reapplying it to the massive meat arcing proudly from between his legs. The head of his cock was swollen and shiny, probably hard enough to shove itself into a brick wall, and even though the quality of the video was far from pristine it was clear that the flow of precum flowing from the eye of his beast was as full and unending as Frazz’s.
The video was called “Self Suck Sam” and, sure, that was an interesting portion of the presentation, though hardly unique as things go. As ‘Sam’ leaned down to swallow himself – and it was an impressive undertaking, given the gargantuan size of his equipment and the seemingly unfettered manner in which he managed to welcome the thick hardness of himself into his own throat, the telltale portion of the video was perhaps obvious only to the four men watching it now and their counterparts around the world.
In comments accompanying the video post, most viewers underestimated the actual events taking place before their eyes, even if logically speaking it was completely ludicrous that anyone would take the time and effort and expense to digitally manipulate a homemade self-suck video – even one starring a man as obviously handsome and accomplished as Sam. But what seemed to be happening was clearly happening in front of their eyes.
Sam was growing. Quickly and powerfully, his body blossoming with muscle as his limbs stretched and his entire body expanded.
As he sucked himself, his shoulders swelled wider and his neck grew thicker and everything about him, from the muscles on his arms to the size of his feet, began to expand. Unfortunately for the viewer, as he sucked himself he evidently became so enamored of his own cock – and who could blame him? – that his hand or his foot or something slipped against the mouse or keyboard and the video ended abruptly before the final payoff. Even though a gushing flood of something white began to spill from his lips as his giant cock erupted, there was no money shot to be had. The audience was left to ponder in their own sweat-soaked fantasies what a cock of such size, beauty and capability looked like finally letting its fountain of cream fly. And how could a man’s body be doing what his was apparently doing? How could muscles simply be growing bigger?
The men in the apartment knew at least one answer to that question, for it had happened to each of them. But the reason they were there was because there was also a connection between every man who had been Transformed, an unbroken and deeply personal connection linking them not only by their physical properties but also by a strong mental thread that allowed them all to be inside the heads of every other man who had been changed.
But there seemed to be no connection to this man at all. “No one recognizes him?” Michael’s clear, deep voice carried musically through the silence.
There were shaking heads and Bobby said what they were all thinking. “Nope. But if I ever see him, I’m going to fuck his ever loving brains out. That is one sexy fucker.”
Bobby asked, “Where did this come from?”
“YouTube, where else?”
“You Tube? What’s that?”
Bobby rolled his eyes, “Jesus, Chuck, take your dick out of an ass once in a while and get online! YouTube? Dot Com? Biggest fucking video site on the web? I have a bunch of YouTubes on my MySpace blog and…”
“Blahg? My Space?” Chuck made a confused face and then started laughing. “Shit, Bobby, if you weren’t so fucking beautiful I’d have to think twice about putting this dick near anyone’s ass as gullible as you.” He walked toward the moving image of the man’s face staring back at them from the huge monitor as the video looped back. “And now it’s gone?”
“Terms of service or some such nonsense. This is apparently considered pornographic.”
“Well, it might be porno but it’s hardly graphic. I mean, where’s the sheep? Where’s the fisting? Where’s the double-ended dildo and the bacon grease?” Bobby suggested. He laughed softly and elbowed his young friend who was also laughing not so softly. The two had participated in more than a few pornographic acts, but never on film. They preferred their actions to be as real, sweaty, lustful and as dirty as possible. Neither one of them had a particular fondness for watching the play acting of two guys on a screen when they could be actually plugging a few firm, fine butts on their own.
Chuck nodded. “Well, clearly the fellow needs some lessons.”
“You haven’t even seen the most interesting part, yet.”
“There’s more?” Chuck sounded particularly interested. Frazz just chuckled.
Carlos lifted the remote and said, “I was trying to see if there was anything embedded in the stream that might clue us into his whereabouts, an IP address or a system signature… I’m not a computer technician on my own but thanks to the brain drain I don’t have to be.” Carlos was referring to the subtle but intrinsic mental link that each Transformed man with every other, allowing them access to the entire collected mass of information and memory of all the men in the brotherhood. It was like having a spigot inside one’s head with a flow of information that went in and out, and it could be controlled completely to allow or restrain access when desired.
“So you found something?”
“I did.” He clicked the remote and the video streamed into life again. A snowstorm of static covered the image and it broke down into colored digital bytes now and again, but it wasn’t the image itself that Carlos wanted to provide. “This was buried in a cloud of seemingly random garbage data at the end of the video.”
The men gathered nearer to the badly rendered image and watched the man readjusting the camera and something on his desk after realizing that his broadcast had been interrupted. He pushed the stray locks of his dark brown hair from his sea green eyes and smiled into the camera again. He said something that didn’t come over, which may have been “Watch this” or “Match this,” and then leaned back in his chair, pulling his hands behind his head and relaxing back into his chair. The muscles of his arms bulged enormously, the biceps so large they nearly kissed his ears. His huge cock was still at attention, streaming a steady flood of precum down its throbbing shaft and he merely sat and watched himself cumming the flow of clear honey for a heartbeat before he looked into the camera and smiled.
And that's when it happened.