Transform: New Blood 9
by AKA
Stan awoke with a start. He was lying on his broad muscular back naked on a beach somewhere on the planet Earth. Lately, time and place lost all meaning for him. His days were kept full by his many and varied sexual triumphs, driven as he was by his boundless and eager libido and his body’s unbridled ability, vast muscular capacity and uncanny masculine beauty to distract, engage and fornicate with every single man he came into contact with.
His ice-blue eyes snapped open as the warm turquoise waters lapped at his powerful legs. He was laying on his back, his bronzed skin, shining and perfect, dusted with a dark forest of fur across his massive chest and down the cobblestone 8-pack bulging along his abdomen before spreading into a deep shadow of curls that erupted in perfection above the fat, thick, lengthy enormity of his twin pricks and cum-filled ballsack. One well-muscled arm was wrapped around the sun-kissed copper skin of his friend and lover, Todd, the other rested against his power-packed body, his left hand lightly grasping one of his cocks. That subtle but insistent tingle of ultimate sexual satisfaction kept erupting through him even at that gentle touch.
He pulled in a slow breath and smelled the floral and salty scents of whatever island they had landed on overnight. He thought he was probably somewhere in the dark Pacific, but he could have just as easily been in the Indian Ocean or off the coast of Africa. He moved his thumb lightly against the flaring ridge of his exposed cockhead, the ample flesh of his uncut foreskin pulled back from the red, shining plum of the helmet of his dick by the burgeoning and ever-present erection slowly growing with or without his slightest desire, the shaft gaining breadth and weight and length as inch by inch of hefty growth manifested. A flow of salty, clear precum, some abnormally slick lubricant his body now produced in abundance, greased his touch and made his slowly throbbing hard-on gleam in the sunshine. Another of his profound and endless orgasms was building in intensity and relentless power as he slowly, patiently found himself approaching his first pumping flood of bliss for the day to come. His secondary, equally perfect dick rubbed itself against his hand and the feeling of pleasure redoubled, electric shocks of bliss cascading down both cocks and quaking through his body.
His full, soft lips turned into a smile filled with perfect shining teeth and he stretched his head back on his wide neck, feeling the power of his unstoppable muscles swell and magnify. He raised his head off the white sands and looked down the bulging muscular masses of his Transformed body, watching himself pleasure his quickly inflating cock. The wind caught the wealth of precum now flowing freely and sent silver strands of it sailing across the tanned skin of his companion, painting shining strings across Todd’s equally amazing frame.
Stan watched Todd’s huge pecs rise and fall as he dozed, and gazed at Todd’s achingly beautiful face, his Romanesque nose and thick, kissable lips, the silken strands of bright blonde hair blowing softly in the breeze and the glowing copper skin that covered his muscles and felt his own desire swell in concert with his inflating pricks. He leaned over and pressed his mouth against Todd’s soft lips and kissed him deeply, rousing the man from his slumbers in a most satisfying manner. Todd kissed him back with growing intensity, his talented tongue pushing against Stan’s lips for entrance. “Fuck,” the huge man moaned, his voice like soft thunder, “you taste good in the morning.”
Todd reached down to help Stan jerk his inflating cocks, gathering a wealth of the glistening lube in his wide palm before slowly stroking Stan’s secondary cock. Stan closed his eyes and sank more deeply into the boundless tide of sexual satisfaction that sang through him. He kissed Todd again and felt his balls swell with seed. Todd squeezed his plump shaft hard and a fat bubble of precum swelled from the tip and flowed down Stan’s massive inches. He felt himself growing hot and hard under the unrelenting sun. The waves simultaneously cooled and warmed his skin, lapping up his legs and kissing his asshole like a darting tongue. The soft tropical winds were winding through his wealth of curls and caressing his body, brushing against him with a soft warmth.
Todd moved himself atop Stan’s massive muscular form. Stan moved one of his erect cocks against the sweet, hot wetness of Todd’s tight hole and it pushed itself inside, thrusting in deeply, expanding as it entered. Todd growled and his kisses grew insistent and hungry. He moved his legs apart to welcome Stan inside, his talented butt sucking against Stan’s swollen manhood. Todd felt his balls growing fat and heavy as his own twin monsters emerged between the men’s bodies, thrusting against the hard muscle of their bellies and shoving their twin heads through the inches-deep crevasse of their pectoral bulges.
Stan’s hands traveled over the mountains of his lover’s hard muscular arms, feeling them swell and flex under his dark, smooth skin. His body shook with sexual and sensual power, every cell and follicle attuned to the delivery of ultimate and complete physical pleasure. He pushed himself deeper inside Todd’s ass, positioning his secondary prehensile cock beside its brother, pumping a flood of gleaming lube and pushing inside to piston along with its twin, doubling Todd’s level of bliss. “Get bigger for me,” Todd rumbled. “I want more of you.”
Stan grinned and made himself swell with muscle and power. His arms expanded, the biceps and triceps bulging outward like rising bread dough. The hemispheres of his chest grew more enormous, the bands of strength separating and expanding, shoving his fat nipples downward. The wide wings of his lats extended wider and wider, the bulging masses of brawn on his back bulging fatter. “Your cocks, lover. I meant your cocks.”
“Oh,” Stan said simply, and suddenly his twin monsters grew enormous inside Todd’s hungry ass. Lengthening by the inch, growing ever thicker, the heads plumping as Stan fucked Todd harder and harder. Their bodies glowed with health and need, they glistened with sweat. Stan breathed in Todd’s haunting scent, the smell of the man that never quite left his head grew quickly strong and filled his senses with the man’s leathery, salty musk. Todd grew in proportion, his body and pricks swelling larger and larger to match Stan’s newly grown size.
Alone on the deserted beach, the two huge men continued to grow and fuck each other as the sun rose in the blue sky and the breezes grew warm. Tangled together in a muscled embrace, they came over and over again, reaching the pinnacle of sexual bliss and surpassing that point to find another, then another, and another still. Gallons of hot creamy cum spilled from them into the cool water, splashed against their skin, filled them up inside to try to fulfill a hunger that never subsided.
Neither man knew how long they coupled, and neither man cared. When at last Stan drew away from Todd’s embrace, the other man, breathing hard and laughing from the extended orgasm his body had gifted him with, looked into the heavens and sighed with contentment.
Stan was sitting up and looking out to sea, watching the waves crash with his eyes but it was apparent that his mind was somewhere else. “What’s up?”
Stan didn’t look at his lover. “I had the dream again.” Stan’s voice was deep and powerful. It tried to reflect his appearance, but could only approach the man’s physical presence without echoing it. No sound could fully do that. He looked over at his lover and smiled.
Transform had made him into a perfected form of the human male, incredibly beautiful and strong nearly beyond measure. It had been two years since Todd’s initial transformation, and how many men he’d been with and subsequently changed into a reflection of his own capacities even he wasn’t sure of.
Even though he had been with multitudes of men, he could remember each of them because they were joined together into a relationship deeper than words and deeds. Stan was his lover, his passion, his need, but the other men were with him as well, a thought away. One of the benefits of the drug called Transform – or, more precisely, a side effect of what Transform had become through numerous couplings, filtered through the unique genetic make-ups of every man it touched, amplified in power and capability, then given back and made more powerful still.
Transform lived now inside every cell of Todd’s augmented body, and it could be shared with another man through any of the ways in which Todd’s body generated tactile, sensual or ancillary contact. It traveled in his touch through his skin cells and oil, it was in his breath and scent, it could be felt in his voice and he could even reach into another man’s head and touch his pleasure centers and bring him to an orgasm so powerful that he would feel faint as it struck, the full force of Todd’s sexual energy manifested with a thought.
And these men he had been with, who any of the Transformed had been with, could sense and feel and converse with their brethren through some form of mind link that seemed as limitless and powerful as everything else about their new bodies and capabilities. Strength, sex and masculinity pushed beyond mortal human boundaries. That was what it was to be Transformed.
For the past few nights – or days, if Stan chose to rest during the sun’s zenith – he had been visited with a dream that he could not shake. His dreams were usually vivid, sometimes visited by his brothers’ thoughts and visions, sometimes interrupted by his body’s unquenchable thirst for carnal satisfaction. He had inadvertently drawn men to him in his sleep, sending out waves of sexual power and his own strong masculine scent like some pheromone designed to attract others to his unquenchable need for sex and passion. He had found himself more than once literally fucking someone in his sleep, his body seeming to act of its own volition to spread the unstoppable power of Transform.
Now this dream. He could recognize it as a dream, though it seemed as real as living. He dreamed of a man, a beautiful man, who stood with his back to Stan. It was when the man turned toward him that his beauty truly manifested, because his face and his eyes, in particular, held some almost magical capability to attract Stan to him. He had felt something like this before on only two occasions. The first was with Michael, the ostensible head of the Transformed, whose physical beauty and mere presence was enough to make even a Transformed man lose some control over himself. The second was with Adam, a man-child born in a lab, created from the very essence of Transform itself, and thus flooded with the supreme perfection of the drug through his entire form from the first day of his existence.
And this man, the dream man, had the same effect on Stan. Todd sat up and lay a muscled arm across his lover’s wide shoulders. “And…?”
Stan shrugged, the vast muscles of his back bunching and releasing under his smooth, pink flesh. “Same thing. I can see him standing there. He looks ordinary enough, nice ass, y’know, but nothing I haven’t seen before. Then he turns and I feel this, like, heat or something wash over me. I look into his eyes and I feel like I’m dying and being born. I feel like I am being fucked by a dick bigger than yours – and you have two of them, so you know that’s big.” Todd laughed quietly. “And so I walk up to him and I move to embrace him, I want to make him over, see him Transformed. Then as I open my arms wide, he smiles and moves his hands onto my face, my cheeks, and he leans in and kisses my mouth and I feel like….”
“Like the first time all over again. Like when you were standing in that fast food joint with Bobby and Joe, growing suddenly ten time more powerful and your dick is swelling over your head and you’re coming gallons and gallons and hoping it never ends.” Todd had heard it before. Hell, Stan had shown him what he saw with the mind link, though the feelings that accompanied the show were muted. “And that’s it? It just ends there?”
Stan nodded. “I can still see his face.”
“Me, too.” Todd looked out to sea with Stan, picturing the beautiful man. “So when do we leave?”
“Leave?”
“To go find him.”
Jerry and Kevin had taken up permanent residence in Los Angeles after the last group fuck on the abandoned island. Their friends Michael and Carlos already owned a large condo in Manhattan, and purchasing another with the combined wealth of the Transformed men (with enough room for the myriad men, young and old, tall and short, thin and fat they brought home with them to make them over into reflections of their own masculine perfection) was a simple matter. All the members were welcome to share the space, and the two men were happiest when at home. The city was like one big gym floor populated with men who couldn’t help themselves when exposed to the two Transformed men’s unstoppable sexual energy and inescapable physical beauty.
Jerry was lip-locked with a young man named Sid that he found at a corner drug store where he was timidly buying a box of condoms. They were both naked on a large bed, and Sid’s body was slowly morphing as Jerry pumped his system with Transform.
“Oh, shit, dude,” the young man said, pulling his lips from Jerry’s talented mouth and sinking deeper into the overwhelming sensation of growth that was infusing every cell of his body. He could feel himself growing in size and strength with every passing moment, feel his body swelling larger and larger with muscle, bulging thicker from his arms and chest and shoving against the larger man’s impressive and muscular frame.
“You’re amazing Sid,” Jerry answered, his tone deep and powerful. “I can’t believe you’ve never done this before.” He lied, but Jerry had become a good liar. It came with the territory. He would explain that he was a bodybuilder, or a construction worker, or any of a hundred other occupations or lifestyles to account for his extraordinary looks and amplified muscularity. His body could literally burst the seams of the clothing he chose to cover it with, even if the crotch of his jeans emphasized the fat inches of his cock and the swollen grandeur of his balls. He was a walking sex god 24/7, and he couldn’t help it if he had to tell a tale or two to the curious.
But Sid was as awkward and tentative and unschooled a lover as he had ever met. Energetic to be sure, anxious and eager and hard as a rock from the get-go, but his hands didn’t know where to go, what to pinch or caress or slap, his lips were talented but his tongue was shy, and when asked if he preferred bottom or top his face reflected the utter confusion about what he should say, just as his eyes showed fear of the unknown. The kid could sure talk a good game, but virgin was painted all over him as soon as his clothes came off.
Not that getting him naked had been a particular challenge at all. Jerry smiled thinking of his little game, making Sid strip for him before he’d expose the remarkable and utterly unbelievable contours of his enhanced body. The boy’s eyes never left Jerry’s face as he quickly pulled off his jeans and tight T-shirt, revealing a gaunt but well-defined body and a long, thin cock dangling over a pair of the lowest hanging balls Jerry had ever seen – and he’d seen a lot. Even so, it was Sid’s emerald green eyes that had first attracted Jerry to him. That and a ready smile that lit up his face and made those eyes sparkle like jewels.
“Your turn!” he had almost sung out as he stood unashamed before Jerry and watched him rise from his chair to his full (though not entire) 6’ 5” height. “You sure you’re ready?” he had teased, undoing his tie and tossing it aside.
“Fuck, Jerry, it’s all I’ve wanted since I saw you at the video store! I could see your buns inside those slacks and all I wanted was to see ‘em naked, and stick my tongue up between them and suck your balls!”
He did, Jerry recalled again, talk a good game. But when Jerry was at last stripped bare and stood next to Sid in all his inestimable glory, it was clear that Sid had felt overwhelmed by what he saw. And really, Jerry reasoned, who would not? His body was gifted with an overabundance of muscle and beauty. Everything about him was perfect, or slightly beyond perfection. No pictures on any web site of any man, real or imagined, could prepare poor Sid for the reality of Dr. Jerry Lassiter stripped naked.
His ivory, silken skin, the perfect dark nipples, round and juicy, the broad chest and high arching shoulders. His features had been sculpted to perfection. He owned an 8-pack approaching a 10-pack. The V-shaped taper of his torso was unbelievable. His legs erupted with cabled glory. And in the center of it all, as if the total perfection of his form was all pointing to this one feature, there was his enormous, beautiful, perfect dick. Long, thick, fat and gorgeous. Jerry, like every Transformed Man, was perfect.
He could see Sid’s Adam’s Apple bob as he gulped at the site before him. Would anyone want their first sexual experience to be with the most ideal, flawlessly beautiful and awesomely powerful man on the planet? Could anyone stand up to that? But gazing down Sid’s body, a perfect smile wound across his lips, because even if Sid was scared out of his wits, his cock was hard as a rock and dripping with a gleaming trail of anticipation. Jerry watched the young man’s heart beat into his dick, pumped hard and full with need as it pulsed and throbbed with every beat. “Are you ready for me, Sid?”
The 17-year-old video store clerk blinked as the full power of Jerry’s Transform-enhanced voice struck his senses. The scent of the other man filled the room, powerfully sexual and masculine. He seemed to swell even larger, the muscles of his body bulging and growing even more distinct and strong.
Sid gulped again and nodded once. Jerry smiled and moved toward Sid’s naked form, every shift of his muscular body illustrating the intense power and heightened sensuality that Transform had given him. The movement of his vast bulging network of muscles, the heavy sway of his huge prick, the overpowering sense of the man magnified with every step as he approached. His chest rose and fell as he breathed; the cobblestone roadwork of his abdominals swelled and flexed, the bulging masses of muscle on his arms twisted around each other for space under his shining flesh. Sid watched the man approaching and felt his heart racing and warmth swelling everywhere as the sexual energy reached a fever pitch in the room.
Jerry stood seven inches taller and several inches wider than Sid, and his arms easily surrounded the smaller man’s body as he pulled him into a tight embrace, leaned his face towards Sid and pressed his soft lips against the young man’s mouth. He cupped Sid’s head in his large hand and felt him swoon into his embrace. Jerry had no idea how strong he was now, how much his body could press or lift, but he knew that his old lab partner Carlos had lifted a ton of iron even after he had first been altered, and now several months later their combined strength had certainly swelled beyond even that superhuman level. Sid felt so light and fragile in his arms, but the kiss they shared was full and deep.
Sid opened his green eyes and looked into Jerry’s bright gaze. “Holy shit,” he whispered, and Jerry laughed gently. “That’s the best kiss I’ve ever gotten. Your lips are so soft.”
“They’re about the only thing that is on this body.” To illustrate his statement, Jerry tensed his collection of awesome brawn and swelled into stone-hard relief, every muscle at his command suddenly growing hard as iron under his smooth, warm skin. His cock pressed against Sid’s belly, growing fatter and firmer and hot as lava.
“Holy shit,” Sid repeated.
That had been three hours ago. Jerry began slowly changing his latest prot�g� immediately, using the finesse and patience he had honed through countless other encounters over the months since he had been changed by the power of the serum he had helped invent. The kid was gaining pounds of powerful muscle with each moment of their coupling. His cock was longer and fatter and thicker than almost any other normal man’s already, with inches more to go.
Sid’s body welcomed the changes eagerly, and Jerry watched as the other man’s features grew more beautiful and the Irish blood in his genetic structure intensified. His eyes became even deeper green, his skin growing milky white, his hair losing the dingey brown and becoming strawberry blonde. His body grew thick with power, his chest swelling massively and his legs blooming with cables of raw brawn. The groans of pleasure coming from his chest grew deeper and stronger, his hands stretching wider to grab onto Jerry’s round, firm assflesh and squeeze hard, opening the bud of his supple hole so that Sid’s growing cock could shove inside deeper and deeper.
The boy’s eyes met Jerry’s again and the older man gasped at the intensity of his gaze, the sheer unbridled lust and sexual desire that reflected back at him. The boy wanted more and more, more power, more muscle, more cock, more of everything Jerry was giving him. A sudden powerful rush of Transform passed between them from Jerry’s body and Sid swelled inches larger everywhere in one quick pulse. Muscle on muscle, swelling eagerly and hungrily in size and power. Fat veins appeared on his arms and legs as the muscle grew larger and larger. Sid arched his back and threw back his head as he shoved himself in deeper still, fucking harder and faster until Jerry felt the hot, wet blast of another load of cum inside himself. The abrupt and powerful orgasm that accompanied Sid’s eruption caused Jerry to let loose with another thick flood of Transform, and Sid’s muscular size and sexual power abruptly swelled larger still.
The boy was gifted, there was no doubt about that. Jerry had intended only to push Sid to a level of muscular beauty that would be noticed on every sidewalk he strode through the gleaming towers of New York, but he was bigger now, much bigger than any normal man could achieve. Jerry spoke in a voice saturated with Transform, one that could cause any other man to instantly let loose a flood of cum from his aching balls. “Are you ready to go all the way with me? Are you ready for all of me?”
“Yes,” the huge man responded. He leaned down over the man he fucked with his enhanced cock buried deep inside and said it again, “Yes. I want it all. I want to feel like this forever.”
Jerry unleashed himself on Sid’s body, flooding him with the intense power of Transform and the boy was swelling with muscle and sex before his eyes as he fucked him. Jerry allowed himself to grow in unison, so that together the duo grew larger and larger with the young man’s burgeoning hard-on buried deep inside the older man’s hot, tight, capable ass.
Sid’s body exploded with pleasure. He felt as if an orgasm of incredible strength and unfathomable depth was erupting throughout every muscle and follicle and inch of flesh. The pleasure was almost unbearable, growing incandescent and screamingly forceful as his tortured balls swelled suddenly fat with seed and he was pumping a thick flood of hot cream down the swelling inches of his cock, shoving his rush of cum out in an unending and constant fountain. He felt his body swelling with power, could feel his muscles growing bigger and stronger and heavier with every passing moment.
A bright sheen of sweat slicked his skin and dripped off the thick forest of curls that erupted across the swelling expanse of his chest. He felt a hot trail of it creep between the round, full muscle of his butt and tickle his asshole. His balls felt huge and heavy, and he continued to swell with muscular might as he delivered another sudden flood of cream into Jerry’s tight hole. The tingles of sexual bliss crawling along the inches of his cockshaft grew into earthshaking eruptions of total sexual release, the level of sensation overwhelming everything else he was feeling as another intense orgasm shook his body.
Sid was sucking the Transform out of Jerry’s body. His 17-year-old frame was quickly expanding with muscle and his features were coalescing into a formation of absolute male beauty. His eyes grew deeply green, emerald in intensity, and the hair on his head grew in thick, full waves. His body expanded in every direction, his limbs plumping with power, his chest growing wider and thicker and fatter with muscle on top of muscle.
Sid was quickly swelling into the next member of a very exclusive but quickly expanding club of gentlemen when Jerry’s head was suddenly filled with the vision of another young man’s face as he turned towards Jerry, revealing a set of features that would otherwise be ordinary, certainly not of the spectacularly beautiful caliber of a Transformed man, but his features were not what made Jerry suck in a surprised breath and release a flood of Transform into Sid’s already swelling body.
It was Stan’s dream man. It was the man from the video. It was the mystery man. Jerry could see and feel him. His power was overwhelming.