Transform: New Blood 4
by AKA
Stefan gulped, his mouth was dry as he watched the man in his bed grow more powerfully erotic and overwhelmingly beautiful with each passing moment. He never dreamed that his fantasies would come true, that he’d witness what he was seeing now, as the man grew ever more muscular, his chest expanding and plumping, his abs popping and swelling, and his cock was just… unbelievable.
“Fuck,” he said quietly, his senses overcome by what he saw. How was this possible? Yet there it was, there he was, lying across his cotton sheets, growing bigger. Stefan watched as thick veins sprouted along the man’s fat cock and visibly pulsed, pumping the organ bigger and longer, shoving the ample head further up the man’s developing body toward his enormous pecs. His nipples grew like ink stains at the swollen edge of muscle, the caps gaining mass and drooping from the sheer size of his twin globes of thick chest muscle.
Stefan looked at the man’s face and saw a smile wind across his full, moist lips. His eyes burned with something like lustful desire or satisfaction, as if the act of growing ever more muscular on Stefan’s bed was, of itself, sexually gratifying. A bubble of pre-cum erupted from his huge prick’s dangling helmet and drizzled across his ever-growing landscape of bulging power.
Stefan wanted to move closer but felt held in place by what he was seeing. The man had promised he could do this, had drawn the wish from Stefan as they lay naked after one of the best rounds of ass-licking that Stefan had ever had the pleasure of experiencing. The man’s tongue felt like some prehensile cock, hot and thick and wet, drilling inside him and pushing in deeper than almost any dick ever had. He’d felt it to his toes, that tongue practically shoved his load from his balls, shoving insistently against his prostate and driving him batshit in the process. His own cock had never felt so hard.
“What else do you like?” the man had purred, holding Stefan’s naked form atop his own, surrounding his smaller body in those hard, bulging arms. “Muscle,” Stefan had said, thinking he’d already met about the most beautiful and powerful man he was ever likely to. The man was bursting the seams of his clothing, had almost managed to literally tear his way out of his shirt with the mere flexing of his shoulders. “How much?” the man then asked, his voice a whisper in Stefan’s ear, though the depth of that voice rumbled against Stefan’s body with innate and restrained power. “As much as I can get,” was his standard response.
“Be careful what you wish for,” the man half-teased. “If I was wishing,” he’d replied, “I’d wish…”
“What?” the man asked.
“I want to see a guy get big. To see his muscles grow. To watch him develop and get bigger and bigger.”
“Would that get you off?”
Stefan rolled his eyes and moaned. “Stand up,” the man had instructed, “and watch.”
Wolf loved the taste of a man’s ass. He had just had his long, agile tongue buried deeply inside the warm, sweet butthole of a young man he’d picked up on the street – a young man who, it must be pointed out, really knew how to package his assets in a pair of G-Stars that accentuated the full roundness and perfection of his beautiful butt. Just seeing the lad walking down the avenue had Wolf’s cock pumped and primed, and all he wanted was to strip him naked and shove everything inside that ass.
It probably helped that Wolf looked the way he did. It was hard to disguise his intense beauty from the world, though he could morph his appearance at will and become any other man he chose. His body was another matter. There was only so much compacting that level of muscular development was willing to put up with, so while he could alter his looks there wasn’t much he could do to mask the fact that his body was overwhelmed with perfect, bulging muscle across every inch. So he would do what most other Transformed men did in public – appear as a young man in his late teens or early 20’s between 6’4” and 6’8” with a body that looked like it had spent the last 18 years in the gym doing nothing but working out and consuming protein bars.
Clothing was always an issue. It was impossible to find any that could actually fit his muscle-swollen frame, and he didn’t often spend much time shopping. The most common pastime for the brothers of the T was fucking – and making more brothers. So he, like the others, often wore cast-off clothing that not only didn’t fit, but often did more to accentuate than hide their impressive assets. Low-slung jeans bearing eruptions of dark curls above the waist, or giving away a taste of the deep, dark crevasse between their round, full butt cheeks. Shirts split open and torn apart by the flex and bulge of the muscles covering their backs and chests and arms. They looked like someone’s wet dream of rough trade hookers, primed for sex and hung like horses.
Now he was doing something else he enjoyed – showing off his impressive assets in a way he was mostly prevented from doing. He was growing bigger and bigger, allowing his huge muscles to expand, and feeling his cock swelling inch by inch as it crawled up his body and grew fatter and longer.
The link had all but erased his Russian accent, except when he was speaking as himself, whatever that meant anymore. Assuming another personality and appearance was so easy now that he sometimes wondered who he really was anymore.
As the network of Transformed men grew, and as more and more from all walks of life and all nationalities joined, the mass mind shared not only thoughts, visions, memories and emotions, but languages as well. Any of the Transformed men could switch immediately and fully into another man’s native tongue and speak it as if born to it. Yet another advantage that allowed them to blend into their surroundings.
He gazed up and over his growing body at the face of the young man he’d had the pleasure of eating out. He could still taste him, even now. It made his cock surge and tingle and a stream of precum erupted. The boy sighed or moaned, some soft sound in the darkness. “Come here,” Wolf instructed. His voice was tinted with the power of Transform. It entered the other man’s head like a dick in his ass.
The boy moved slowly forward, mesmerized. Wolf stretched his swelling arms wide and beckoned the boy into his embrace. The young man moved onto the bed and moved one hand along the swelling muscular contours of his lover, his goggle-eyed gaze drinking in the metamorphosis happening beneath his touch. He moved his hand over the bulging collection of abdominals and felt their hardness beneath the man’s soft, warm skin. He rested his hand atop the man’s belly and felt the muscle expanding, felt the man’s flash stretching to accommodate the burgeoning masses.
He felt something brushing against the edge of his hand and pulled his gaze upward to see the man’s pectorals swelling so large that they were surmounting his small hand, building up layer after layer of muscled glory. Every cable of brawn, every fiber of strength was stretching and swelling and dividing. The man’s perfect, suckable nipples swelled in unison, moving further down the globes of power as they grew.
The man’s body was so warm and alive beneath his hand. He felt the man growing and breathing, watched his chest rise and fall, watched it rising like bread dough and growing wider and thicker. Was the warm, soft jungle of golden curls also growing thicker? It seemed so. He wanted to watch the fur spread like water over the hard-packed earth but he heard that voice again, a sound so deep and masculine and saturated with sex and power that he couldn’t help but obey.
“Kiss me,” he said. The words seemed to enter his body and strum him like a taught guitar string, the sound reverberating along his limbs and skin and ending at his own hard, hungry cock, vibrating up his hot shaft, pushing a fresh sweet gob of honey up its length until the sound found its outlet at the eye of his prick, emerging hot and wet and thick.
He leaned himself over the man, felt the man’s arms surrounding him, felt the muscles lining his limbs swelling against him, felt himself pulled easily atop this colossal collection of everything good and hard and rough and ready and smelled the man’s scent everywhere like a shower of heat against his skin. He smelled like air and sea and frozen mountains. He smelled like the earth and the sky. He smelled like a god should smell.
He looked into the man’s ghostly gray eyes and felt himself falling into their depths, dizzy with desire and lust as the man’s strength and size and continuing muscular growth now enveloped his body, he could feel the man’s firm, heavy prick pressing against his leg like a fiery rod of marble, and the man’s skin and fur so soft and warm. He leaned his lips to the man’s open mouth and was suddenly overcome, as if the past few seconds had lasted hours, and now time was catching up to him and there was no more time to waste.
He kissed the man with hunger and animal lust, pushing his tongue inside the man’s soft, wet warmth and feeling his tongue teasing him back. He shuddered in ecstatic bliss as a feeling of utter sexual gratification washed over him, he felt as if he was being plunged into a hot bath of orgasmic bliss. The man’s embrace tightened as the kiss grew deeper, he felt the man’s huge hand against the back of his head, as if the man wanted to eat him alive, to pull him entirely inside the kiss. He felt a surge of precum erupt again, felt something stirring in his loins, something powerful and huge and growing stronger.
He felt his body heat suddenly, his skin was on fire and his muscles stretched tight and hard and everything changed in an instant. He was changed.
Wolf shoved a hard, sudden rush of Transform into the young man’s body and experienced again the overwhelming pleasure that the act provided. It was another kind of orgasm for a Transformed man, this sharing of the power. The more he shared, the higher the reward in physical pleasure, in the sense of utter fulfillment and sexual release. He pulled Stefan closer, held him tighter still, shoved another thick dose of Transform into his body through the kiss and through his skin and with a sudden fat gush of cream from his prodigious cock and felt the boy’s growth take off.
Stefan felt a hot flood of wetness against his groin and wondered for a moment if he’d cum, wondered if this level of sexual excitement had caused him to suddenly orgasm without intention, and as quickly as the feeling arrived it was gone again, as if the wealth of sticky sweet cream had been sucked back inside his body. A shock of something deep inside the core of his being shook him completely, as if his soul had been lit aflame and was now swelling with ecstasy.
Wolf smiled against the kiss. Stefan was growing quickly now, he could feel the muscles of his body inflating with power. His back expanded and his belly grow hard and rippled. He felt Stefan’s body extending along his own, now, could feel the young man growing taller and thicker and wider as Transform sank into his every cell and began its miraculous process of masculine perfection. Stefan made a sound, a moan or a groan, something that passed through Wolf’s body, too. Fuck, this guy could kiss!
Stefan felt hot and wild and powerful. He needed a dick in his mouth. He wanted to feel that heat and power and thickness against his tongue, shoving itself against his throat. He wanted to suck the head, let his spit run down the inches of Wolf’s hugeness and stroke the shaft to orgasmic bliss. He moved himself down the body again, kissing and licking every inch as he moved, the scent of the man strong and spicy in his senses. He sat up, his legs straddling the man’s huge muscular form and smiled. “You look good enough to eat,” he joked, before he stuck his firm, round ass in the air and plunged his mouth down on Wolf’s 14-inch tool.
Wolf loved this part, the part between foundation and realization. Stefan’s body was changing rapidly now, growing more muscled and beautiful by the second. Transform was deeply in control and manifesting its power across the man’s body. Wolf shoved his hard cock into Stefan’s mouth and allowed himself to grow in unison, swelling massively, beyond normal human dimensions, grabbing hold of Stefan’s head sinking into the blowjob’s essential and undeniable passion. He had another fat load swelling in his balls. They ached with it, wanted to release it like a tide, to flood the man’s mouth and throat and body with hot cream.
He held back.
Stefan could not believe the hardness of Wolf’s dick. Shit! It was a rock! The spongy head was the only pliable part and he sucked against it with intense pleasure, rewarded with a salty surge of precum that drove him on for the ultimate reward. The man felt like he was still swelling against Stefan’s grip, as if a cock could get any bigger than it already was! It raised his horniness to a new level and he felt like he was growing in unison, like his own body and prick were filling up from the inside with power and muscle, as if he was swelling with the essence of masculinity. His butthole tingled with need, it wanted to be licked and sicked and stuffed with this iron-hard cock and fucked to heaven and back. His skin was slick with sweat and hot as hell. He had never felt so good in his life.
Wolf smiled as he allowed his balls to release the flood they held. He felt every millimeter of his creamy load as it rushed through his loins and erupted up the thick inches of his shaft and fountained from the wide piss slit into Stefan’s mouth. He shoved his load from his body and felt the next one start to build, sinking into the orgasmic release while knowing he could do it again and again and again. Fuck it felt so good.
Stefan felt Wolf’s cock swell and lengthen and instinct kicked in. He shoved his mouth down on the hot prick and swallowed his reward eagerly. It filled his mouth and tasted like the man smelled, a rich tang that filled his head and coated his teeth and tongue as he gulped it down. The man came and came, shooting fat torrents of cum from his huge dick and Stefan didn’t miss a drop. He sucked until the man was dry and licked the man’s hard cock clean and sat back, still holding Wolf’s tall tool in his grip, squeezing it for every last drop.
Wolf leaned up on his elbows looking down his amazing body at Stefan. His belly rippled with power and the heavy globes of his chest rose and fell, stretching the muscle with every flex. “Ready?”
Stefan huffed a laugh from his nose, licking his lips of Wolf’s delicious taste. “Ready for what?”
Wolf pulled himself toward Stefan, sitting up and applying his lips to the man’s perfected mouth. He could taste himself on Stefan’s tongue. He knew his own taste intimately. He looked at the improved countenance of his latest quarry, drinking in his forest-green eyes and the slightly askew nose, Slavic blood no doubt, and the skinning blue-black hair falling across his smooth, pale forehead. He looked down at the man’s new body, at his massive chest and those huge, fat nipples, dark as night against his porcelain skin, knowing how ultra sensitive they were now, how the merest brush of a fingertip against the luscious plump cap would send a quicksilver rush of sexual bliss strait to his enormous cock, throbbing with hot need between his muscled thighs.
He brought his gaze back up to the other man’s clear, bright eyes and kissed him again before moving his mouth close to Stefan’s ear and whispering, “Fuck me, Stefan. Fuck me with that huge cock of yours. Fill me up with your hot flood and make me scream.”
Stefan’s body shook with desire. “Okay,” he said.