Transform: New Blood 7

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It was raining in Seattle, that was hardly unusual. What was unusual was the sight of two human forms who seemed to be swimming or diving through the dark skies overhead without the aid or protection of wings or engine or, indeed, clothing. Scott Maddox was following Sherman Tipton through the quick and wet funnels of wind with ease, although the man was moving at close to 200 miles per hour. The storm helped, of course. In a calm sky, it would have been a challenge to approach half that speed, though using gravity’s pull and one’s own immense muscular power enabled a member of the Brotherhood to speed their magnificent naked bodies at a rate far faster than the other sky dwelling creatures.

Who said feathers were an advantage?

The storm was gathering energy from the north and shoving curtains of rain down the northwestern coast. Scott gloried in the sensation of the wind and rain caressing his skin. His golden mane of hair cascaded along his back and whipped his flesh in an agreeable fashion, and the roar of the wind in his ears drowned out any other sound like white noise, easing his mind into a calm contemplation.

He saw Tipton bend himself into a V, then dive toward the city lights shrouded in haze below them. Scott paused in midair, allowing the currents to hold him aloft, using his arms to lift himself on the vast weight of air that surrounded the planet. He moved his head back and stretched his muscled neck and breathed in the clean, clear, cold storm before arching over and following the older man downward.

Maddox loved to fly. He always had, but nothing could compare to this feeling of absolute freedom. He had no clothing against his skin, no shell of metal surrounding him, no need to grasp a wheel or push a pedal or do anything more than be who he was and use his heightened senses and acute awareness of the environment to simply fly naked through the clouds. Everything else about being Transformed was phenomenal, to be sure, but this… this was fucking miraculous.

The cityscape was coming up fast now as he dove through the dark clouds and heavy rain. The water streaked along his skin, like fingers caressing his back and ass and legs. ::Careful Scott,:: Tipton said inside the mind connection, ::you don’t want to overshoot the building.::

Maddox grinned. He was a hot shit pilot. He knew exactly what he was doing.

The city swelled up at him with its towers and dark streets and he reached forward as he slowed, keeping his eye on the flagpole that sat atop the structure in question. He gauged the distance, felt the winds buck and coil, used his immense power with finesse and grabbed onto the thick steel pole with one hand as he twisted his body around and planted his feet against the metal, spinning about for three revolutions before stopping, perched sideways on the pole 100 feet above the roof, breathing fast with exhilaration and excitement.

He looked down to see Tipton standing on the roof looking back up at him. He grinned and doffed a mock salute before sliding down the cold, slick surface and lighting easily to his feet. The rain was splattering into puddles and ponds and the wind was pushing it into curtains. Tipton clicked his tongue and shook his head. “You ever going to grow up?”

Maddox shrugged. “Doubtful.” He held his hands out to the downpour and allowed the water to wash off the flagpole’s filth. “What’s he doing here, anyway?”

“You object to coming?”

“Hell, no! Any excuse to go flying is an excuse I’ll take in a second. I was just wondering why he was here. Last I heard, he was with those men of his and they were somewhere in Eastern Europe.”

“Wolf is still close to his men. An admirable loyalty.” Maddox thought he heard an accusation in the tone, but he discarded the notion as quickly as it occurred to him.

Tipton looked at the man who used to be his underling, a man who would do his bidding time and time again, a man who, he knew, had hated his guts. Now, all Tipton wanted to do was fuck the guy’s perfect ass forever.

It was almost unfair – oh, hell, it was unfair. Maddox was beyond beautiful. Transform had taken what was already one handsome hunk of prime man meat and sculpted him into something so far beyond the term ‘masculine perfection’ that it was sometimes hard to believe it even when he was standing three feet away from him, like now.

The essence of Scott Maddox hadn’t changed very much at all. Inside that head, the man’s brain was as sharp, clear and damnably single-minded as ever. He’d call him egotistical or arrogant except those words only applied to people who couldn’t walk the walk, and Maddox could not only walk, he could run. Hell, the man could fly!

Even now, with a storm raging around him and torrents of rain pouring down, splashing across those muscular contours, the man was magnificent. From one angle, he could be all virile power and male distillate, dripping with testosterone and carved from granite. A turn of the head, a shift of the body and all that hard muscular glory was suddenly somehow nothing but pure sexual animal attraction, every inch primed to start fucking you so good you’d think you’d died and gone to heaven.

Scott reached up to push a wealth of sodden locks from his flawless countenance, lifting his face into the rain and allowing it to bathe his beauty and make his warm, soft skin glisten. How he did that, Tipton had no idea. Was he glowing from within? Did he make his own light? It didn’t seem all that far-fetched. His arms bulged with brawn. Cascades of water flowed across the glorious expanse of his mammoth chest, down and between the hard cobblestones of his abdominals and swam across the fat, firm length of his colossal and astounding cock. Fuck, but he wanted it inside him.

“What are you looking at?” Scott’s amused tone told Tipton that the question was partly facetious and partly superfluous. What was Sherman always looking at lately? It was like Scott was a drug and Sherman was a hopeless addict. Not that he wanted a cure at all, all he wanted was more.

‘How did I end up with this guy?’ Maddox wondered, watching the refortified Major Sherman Tipton eating him alive with his gaze. He had to admit that the new, improved version of his ex-boss was leagues better than he’d ever been before, and he also had to admit that if he was Sherman Tipton, he’d probably be eating himself alive as well – Scott knew he looked good, but he had not been enjoying the view himself. Mirrors were a low priority lately, no matter how much Maddox liked himself.

He wished, though, that Tipton could settle on just one countenance. He had taken on the maddening habit of altering his physical appearance at almost every turn, as if he were trying out clothes to see what looked best. Not only his skin tone and general build, but his facial features could change from day to day, if not hour to hour. Maddox wondered, idly, if the reasons for this constant metamorphosis were a general lack of self awareness or a need to be constantly improving himself.

It was hard to remember exactly what Tipton looked like. Scott remembered fur and lots of it. He recalled watching the old man’s wrinkles being smoothed over as he developed and he remembered his initial attraction to the man was a marriage of lust and revenge, the feeling that all the ‘fuck you’s’ inside him could be made literal, and that they’d both benefit from the results.

It may have been weird watching the man’s metamorphoses, but he was nothing but happy with the man’s sexual performance. He was insatiable, and a fucking good lay to boot. It was as if a switch had been thrown inside Tipton’s head and the years of pent-up sexual energy and voyeurism were being unleashed in an extended orgasmic fuckfest of mind-bending proportions. If they never slept again, Maddox figured they’d be coupled constantly, engaged in carnal acts of such intensity and length and debauchery that entire novels could be written about them and the only action for thousands of pages would be the varied and lengthy bouts of naked sexual release. Tipton’s needs and abilities matched up to Maddox’s own, and he felt lucky that he had the wealth of sexual knowledge his years of experimentation and experience provided or else he was worried the man might become bored.

Now if he could only get him to stop changing. Currently, Tipton looked a little young for Maddox’s tastes. The dude was a twink in a bodybuilder’s physique, with a gorgeous face that looked like it couldn’t push out a whisker on a dare, and a hairless, flawless body with a perfection of form that seemed almost unnatural. Going from his former elderly form to this was probably not hard to understand, and Maddox certainly couldn’t fault him for his taste, because even if he looked like little more than a boy, he was certainly the most beautiful and well-built boy the world had ever seen. Still, Maddox liked his men to be men, and he hoped inwardly that Tipton would come to some finality in his appearance and hopefully one more closely resembling furry monster of a muscle hunk he had first manifested as.

“We’re just going to wait?”

Tipton nodded. “Unless you wanted to help him out with his current preoccupation.” Maddox opened himself to the link and allowed Wolf’s mind connection into his own, suddenly seeing and feeling and experiencing the other man’s current Transformation of a young dude named Stefan. He was in mid-metamorphosis, already huge by any standards but growing bigger and more powerful by the second.

Maddox’s body responded to the encounter by releasing a flow of precum and a heavy dose of manscent into the storm’s wind. Transform was a powerful drive, and it was easy to succumb to its thirst. He felt momentarily as if he was Transforming the young man himself, feeling his own ass penetrated by the man’s developing cocks, felt that man’s soft and hungry lips on his own mouth, the weight of the man’s growing muscle pressing against his body, the man’s hands on his skin, the man’s cum pumping hot inside him. “Looks like he’s managing fine without our help for the time being. I’m sure that if he needs our aid, he’ll let us know.”

 

Wolf was broadcasting his encounter on an open channel, or something like that. It was hard not to think of the mindlink like a television broadcast, only it was for all five senses. He always tried to leave himself open for his brothers. After being alone for so long and cut off from his sexuality, he wanted to experience it all as fully as possible, and that meant allowing the brain drain to be plugged in almost 24/7.

The practice was like experiencing sex from multiple angles, as if he could observe and participate at the same time. It magnified the pleasure for him, intensified the sensations and emotions because he was not only in the moment himself, but was allowed to feel what the observers were feeling and doing at the same time, gaining from their multiple perspectives and enjoying every ounce of pleasure to be derived from his actions.

Some others engaged in his actions were simultaneously engaged in their own. Still others were at rest or traveling or going about the business of living a Transformed man’s life, which consisted mainly of physical pleasure in its myriad forms and sharing that pleasure with as many others as possible. The open channel was a fat pipe of sex that ran constantly, feeding an unending and copious flood of bliss.

Wolf felt Maddox join the network. He was very familiar with Scott’s unique masculine energy. It was the same as the others’ and at the same time it was completely different. Scott’s well of pleasure, from both the giving and the receiving ends, was absolute and infinite in its scope and depth. Others touched that quantity of sexual perfection, some few even surpassed it – chiefly the ones born early to the transformation, Todd and Michael and, particularly, Chuck – but when Scott Maddox joined the connection, it was like a new star shone in the heavens. He whispered a welcome to him and felt his pleasure in return, magnifying the actions he was already enjoying.

Wolf looked back up at the man he was changing, watching him with the eyes of a hundred men all experiencing the Transformation. He felt his cock swell and tingle and another thick wealth of cum erupted across his own muscled form and splattered across the sweat-slickened skin of the man fucking his ass. The cream splashed hotly across his flesh and fed the growth of the man above him. Stefan’s cock pushed in deeper, harder and faster.

Maddox sighed and stroked his own cock. He could feel Stefan’s prick inside his tight hole, his skin was warmed by Wolf’s gushing flood. It never ceased to amaze and please him, this connection. He felt Tipton inside the brain drain as well, sensing his unspoken curiosity coloring the unique sensation of the man inside the network. He could feel every other man in there, their emotions, their physicality and power. What they tasted and touched and saw and smelled. It was overwhelming and comforting at the same time.

He looked at Sherman and wrinkled his brow. “I was only wondering why you shut yourself off so often from this,” he said aloud. “One would think that you were used to being observed, at least by yours truly, and the mindlink offers so many opportunities for pleasure and experience.”

He shrugged his giant shoulders. “Habit, I suppose. It’s always there, available for me, and I understand the benefits very well.” He closed his eyes for a moment and let the combined concurrent sexual activities of a couple dozen Transform-enhanced men wash over him, feeling every thrust, every orgasm, every gushing pump of cum, the skin beneath his hands, the muscle growing harder and thicker, the rush of sexual bliss throbbing in abundance and fulfilling him utterly. He sighed and rubbed his thumb across the tip of his own hard cock and erupted with a sudden flood of hot cream that coated his hand and dripped over his fat balls and down his muscled legs.

He opened his eyes and brought his hand to his mouth and sucked it clean of his cum, swallowing the powerful fuel and feeling it warm his gut. “Sometimes I just want to be alone with my own thoughts.”

Sherman rolled his eyes. “Whatever.” He turned the majority of his attention back at the action in the room below their feet and felt the building shake slightly as the now fully-Transformed Stefan stretched out his arms and pushed against the brick walls. “My, my, he’s a big one!”

“We’re all big ones, Sherman.” But Maddox had to agree. As Transform grew ever more powerful in its ability to develop a man beyond human potential, the men it was creating were also growing ever more powerful. Stefan was a monster of a man, his frame so loaded with bulging brawn that each movement caused fat ripples of muscle to form and recede. His face had taken on an aching masculine beauty, with full, moist lips and a shadow of whiskers across his strong chin. His eyes were a dark blue, nearly violet in color, and he owned a cock that would choke – well, almost anything. His balls roiled with his full load of creamy cum and a stream of lubing precum was pouring from the tip like honey. Maddox called to Wolf and told the man to get his perfect butt up on the roof and bring his new massive friend with him. Wolf signaled the unvoiced equivalent of ‘hold your fucking horses, I have a cock that needs sucking’ and Scott and Sherman both laughed as the storm threw a fresh tantrum and lashed their powerful bodies with torrents of rain.

Shortly, the roof door swung open and two huge naked men stepped out into the blustery night. As if the heavens themselves were heeding the emergence of a new God, lightning flashed overhead and a peel of thunder rocked the building when Stefen emerged.

A bright smile lit his face, causing dimples in his cheeks and a cleft in his chin to deepen. His eyes looked dark in the dim evening light and the masses of muscle that now swelled from every inch of his augmented height were thrown into sharp relief, adding to their abundant size. Two fat nipples jutted like butt plugs at the edge of the heavy masses of brawn hanging off his chest, and the thick forest of dark hair was plastered against his olive skin by the rain. Both cocks – his original and extraordinarily enlarged original model accompanied by the twin secondary prick with which all Transformed men were gifted – hung thickly between the wedges of muscle that bulged on his thighs like cobras hungry for their next meal, and the V-taper of his torso was dramatically emphasized when another lightning strike threw his figure into silhouette. He had dark hair, black in the rain, that cascaded across his shoulders and reached for the twin perfect globes of his ass, high and proud and round as bubbles. He was already shrunk down to a more manageable height than a fully enlarged Transform man, standing now somewhere between 6’ 6” and 6’ 8” high.

“Gentlemen,” Wolf announced proudly, “this is Stefan. Stefan, may I present my good friends and my brothers Scott and Sherman.”

Tipton approached the new recruit and wrapped his body in his muscled arms, pulling the young man into a bear hug before planting a deep kiss on his mouth. Maddox knew that there had to be a good 50 years difference in ages between the two men, but Sherman’s present appearance made him look like a teenager next to Stefan’s furry ruggedness.

Stefan reached down and cupped Tipton’s ass in his grip and squeezed the other man’s ass, rubbing his fingers on the lips of Sherman’s warm hole. Wolf looked at Maddox and wiggled an eyebrow and Scott smiled. It was clear why Wolf was enamored of this one.

Then Stefan broke from Sherman’s kiss and approached Scott, dropping to his knees before the man’s utter beauty and sucking his half-hard cock into his mouth. Maddox was surprised and pulled in a deep cooling breath of air when Stefan immediately applied a full dose of The Touch to his cocksucking expertise, sucking on Scott’s massive meat with apparent proficiency and obvious practice. Scott obliged him with a flood of hot cream from his overflowing balls, which the other man swallowed with eagerness and evident joy. “Pleased to meet you,” he said.

Stefan removed Scott’s cock from his mouth with an audible ‘pop’ – sucking until the very last moment -- and smiled up at him, regaining his feet easily and planting a kiss on Scott’s mouth that contained more than a little of his own warm cream. Their tongues wrestled and caressed each other and Scott could feel Stefan’s compressed body swell slightly against his before the newest Transformed man looked into his eyes and said, “Fuck me, but you’re gorgeous.”

“Likewise, I’m sure,” Scott responded. He threw an arm over the other man’s shoulders and turned them both toward the rest of the quartet, looking at Wolf to see if there was any jealousy there. And of course, there wasn’t. There was always enough to go around among the brotherhood.

“So,” Wolf asked, “what brings you boys to this neck of the woods?”

Wolf’s Russian accent tended to come and go. Currently it was there in his deep tones, thick and sexy. Scott said, “A proposition.”

“Yes?”

“Yes.” He looked at Sherman, who nodded once in agreement. “We’re going back in.”

“Yes?” he repeated, but the inflection was completely different. Now, he was truly interested. A thin smile crossed his lips and his eyes narrowed slightly. Rain funneled down his chiseled features and another sudden shock of lightning lit the sky overhead. “When do we leave?”

“Immediately,” Sherman interjected. He cast a meaningful glance at Stefan’s beautiful naked form and then looked back at Wolf, who sighed and nodded.

“Stefan, you will be all right?”

“Where are you going?”

“I need to help my brothers do something important.”

“Can I come?”

Wolf kissed his mouth. “No, Stefan. You have many unique and… amazing talents. But some experiences can not be so easily taught, no matter how close a connection may be.” He moved his hand down the other man’s collection of hard brawn. “You will be all right?”

He nodded, but he did not look happy. “I’ll find the others.”

“Good. They will not be hard to find.” He tapped the young man’s temple with a finger and smiled. “I will see you again soon, Stefan.”

“Okay,” he said. His deep voice sounded sad.

Wolf turned to Scott and Sherman and raised his hand toward the storm. “Shall we?”

Without another word, the three muscular giants launched themselves into the sky and were gone.

“Fuck me,” Stefan whispered, staring into space.

“If you insist,” said a voice behind him.

Turning toward the sound, Stefan felt his cocks inflate and his body heat up as if he had been pushed into a fire. “Oh my god.”

The other man smiled. “Not god, Stefan. Call me Adam.”

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