Transform: New Blood 10
by AKA
His name wasn’t Sam. It was Robbie. He wasn’t a Tranformed man, at least not formally. A member of the Brotherhood had never met him, and he had never been told or taught about the myriad benefits afforded any man evolved by the overwhelming power of Transform. He made the video himself with a single purpose in mind, one that was actually having the intended effect, if not precisely in the manner he had hoped. He wasn’t intentionally invading the thoughts and dreams of his fellow Transformed brothers, he was unaware that he was even doing so. And he had no idea what was happening to him, or why, and more than anything he wanted those answers.
He didn’t venture out very much because he reasoned that it would be very hard to miss or ignore Robbie Nelson now that he stood nearly seven feet tall, and looked like he weighed over 300 lbs, nearly all of that poundage comprised of pure muscle, and particularly since he suddenly had a difficult time managing his insatiable cock, whether it was hard and towering a foot high, like it was now (and usually was), or when he could control his nearly constant erections and somehow fit his 9-and-a-half-inch long, 3-inch wide, 2-inch thick cock inside a pair of jeans without busting another zipper.
No member of the brotherhood knew what had happened, but as usual… it was Chuck’s fault.
Robbie had been camping in the northern reaches of Canada, on vacation from his rather boring job in Boston as a computer technician at Best Buy. He was a certified nerd, and first-class dyed-in-the-wool computer geek with enough knowledge to build a fairly decent sized network and manage the control of a collection of servers with his eyes closed. He chased down viruses and spent hours and hours sitting in front of a monitor surfing the Web, as they used to say, hunting down the latest memes and hotly fantasizing about the thousands of pictures of naked men housed on his 500 gig portable hard drive.
He’d taken a break from his nightly wanking and the too many hours spent in front of a computer for some well-earned downtime under the cool summer stars miles from anyone. He could be out in the wild, in the quiet of the woods and the blackness of a moonless sky and do nothing at all, not even think. Oh, he’d still jerk off, he was only 25 years old and had enough juice running through his slightly overweight body to keep the gonads pumping. But he wasn’t what one might call an active member of the homosexual agenda. He was neither recruiting new members or engaging with the out and proud. He spent most of his time with his right hand and a bottle of lube, and that had been just fine.
Until his third day out camping in the Canadian wilderness, when something happened.
He was out by a lake, a clear, deep blue, calm body of cold, clean water in the middle of a dark forest of leafy trees. Still low enough that the pines were rare and the breezes, though cool, weren’t so cold that he felt uncomfortable stripping down to his bare skin to take a skinny dip in lieu of a hot bath. It was a calm day, with a bright, cloudless sky. He had just emerged from the cold water and was lying on his back on a smooth, flat rock at the edge of the lake staring into the sky when he saw something that looked like birds flying erratically overhead.
If they were birds, they were huge and a little bit awkward. He wasn’t much of a bird watcher so he figured they were eagles or something, maybe migrating geese, only they looked weird and bulky and they kept running into each other as he watched them. They were flying extremely high, higher than he imagined birds of any kind would normally fly, and as he watched them circling and spiraling overhead, he closed his eyes and began to doze in the warm sun, naked on a rock by a lake, while two men overhead flucked each other silly.
“Oh, dude, yeah, that feels so amazing!” Chuck’s latest conquest, Kelly, was held in his muscled arms as they swerved, dove and plunged in the cold, swirling winds above some dark blue body of water in the vicinity of Canada, where Kelly called home. Chuck had found the man alone in a small cabin perched above the forest where he was stationed to make sure the whole place didn’t burn down. He was an employee of the Canadian forestry service, and to say that he was surprised when a huge, muscular, naked man landed on the roof of his wilderness home was an understatement of the highest order.
To say that he was shocked when the man kissed him and started tearing his clothing off before he found himself suddenly swelling with power and muscular size of his own would probably eclipse that level of surprise.
And when they both launched into the sky and began to explore each others’ bodies as he continued to grow, finding the level of pleasure he was experiencing increasing at the same level of that muscular and physical growth, you could say that his head was seriously in likelihood of exploding.
Chuck shoved his hard, huge cock deeper into Kelly’s tight, wet hole and felt the man’s ass caress and suck against him. He shot another fat load of Transform-saturated cum into his body and felt him swelling with more power. Kelly swooned against his body and they were falling, suddenly, twisting in the winds as the ground rushed up at them.
Chuck was still exploding his flood of super-powered cream from his cock when he pulled free of Kelly’s tightness and flung the man back into the sky with his powerful arms before pulling a cushion of wind around him and launching himself afterwards, a bright sideways grin on his lips as he continued to fountain a shower of cream from his fat balls – a flooded fountain of Transform infused with a high-powered, unfiltered, wildfire of man-evolving juice that fell like rain from the heavens.
Robbie felt something wet strike his chest. Something wet and hot. It splattered against him, but when he reached down to touch it, all he felt was skin.
Then he felt it again, little droplets of something wet hitting his arms, legs, even his face. Like some hot rain shower or spray of oil, dappling his naked flesh everywhere. He opened his eyes and thought he saw, dark against the sun’s blinding rays, the shape of a man that was there and then suddenly gone.
Sitting up, fat splats of whatever was coming out of the clear, blue sky struck his chest and, somewhat distastefully, right across his lips and chin. He tasted it before he could stop himself, and the salty tang shocked his lips and tongue, a sharp, pleasant sensation that seemed both hot and cold at the same time. A familiar scent accompanied the wet stuff, smelling strongly of sex and cock and sweet ball sweat. The sun began to feel much warmer suddenly, heating his skin to nuclear levels. His whole body felt hotter and hotter, the heat sinking in through his skin, then boiling on the inside and reaching out to the tips of his fingers and toes and even to the end of each follicle of hair.
He felt horny. Really, really horny. Hornier than he’d ever experienced. His cock inflated in record time and it felt like it was going to get so big that it was going to burst. The heat of it, alone, was hotter than anything else on his body. He could feel his cock glowing against his groin, and his balls tingled and swelled and grew fat and heavy.
His eyes were forced closed by the searing heat infusing his entire being, and he could barely feel the surface of the smooth rock sliding under his skin. He was sweating profusely now as the heat continues, it was streaming off his naked body. He felt like he was boiling, and that scent and taste grew incandescent in his senses, overwhelming all else. Sex. It was everywhere. It surrounded and infused him. His cock grew harder still, so hard and huge, and he was suddenly pumping out a massive load of cream that splattered against his body. He felt like he was cumming constantly, as if his balls had so much cream inside them that he couldn’t control the orgasmic release. His cock released the flood like a hose attached to a hydrant, it felt like his cock wasn’t even big enough to allow the amount of cum he had out fast enough.
He stretched his body, arching his back and throwing his arms wide. They felt heavy, they burned, they rubbed against the rock as if they were as hard as the granite he lay against. He slid across the rock on the slickness of his own sweat, his ears were ringing and inside his head, behind the red curtain of his closed eyes, a parade of naked male flesh began to unfurl.
At first, he thought that his brain was dredging them all up, every image of muscular male pulchritude he’d ever seen and downloaded. Brutal, handsome faces. Round, prefect butts. High arching shoulders, mounds of biceps, hard rippling abs and mountainous chests coasted in dark swirls of shining fur. Then it slowly dawned on him that he wasn’t seeing those frozen pictures and flat videos, he was witnessing something more real than that, flashes of amazing naked men with bulging muscles and huge cocks, kissing and fucking, sucking and licking, asses engaged, pricks pumping cream, nipples twisted and pinched, skin caressed, tongues engaged.
These were real men, dozens of them, hundreds of them, all beautiful, all ppowerful, all perfect.
His cock was exploding his unending load, he felt it splashing against him, felt it on his pecs and belly and armpits. It struck his face and mouth and he opened his lips and swallowed his own load inside. He tasted so good, so rich and creamy and masculine. He was drinking the essence of his own power, his tide of blissful masculine might, erupting from the hard, fat cock unendingly.
Something cracked, some deep echo of an earthly rupture shook him as the stone he lay against surrendered to the weight of his growing body. He was still getting larger, his muscles expanding, his bones adjusting, his skin stretching. Transform in an unadulterated form had sunk into his flesh and its alterations continued unabashed, swelling his male body with more power, more size, more muscle. His cock inflated by the inch, then by the foot. Fat veins surrounded the shaft and the head bloomed as his flood cascaded from the tip. His secondary cock sprouted with sudden fury, arching out and away from its brother before joining it in Robbie’s evolutionary eruption. His balls redoubled their effort, manufacturing gallons of thick, hot cream inundated with Transform. There was no stopping him.
By the time he had finished growing, Chuck and Kelly were long gone, carried away by their own lust and the powerful winds that held them aloft. Robbie lay against the broken rock breathing hard, his body still sexually charged, the ground around him sodden with the creamy release of his own balls. He had been fully Transformed by Chuck’s accidental release, and was now nearly 18 feet tall, the height of a two-story building. He lay against the broken rock, his upper back resting against it, while his legs and ass lay in the lake’s cold waters. His semi-rigid cocks splayed in opposite directions over his heavily muscled thighs, still pulsing and throbbing dully.
“Fuck,” he intoned. His voice was deep and impossibly powerful. The rock he lay against shuddered. He raised his hand to his face to brush away something tickling his forehead, not realizing it was a floating lock of his hair, grown thick and long. His massive pectorals rose and fell as he breathed. He could feel his fat nipples tingle with sexual power where they were mounted at the lower circumference of the cables of brawn built into two huge mountains on his chest.
He sat up easily and rubbed his eyes before opening them to take in what he had become. His new body stretched away from him, displaying the full, awesome power and size of his muscled form. He reached down and touched his cocks, sending a powerful shiver of sexual pleasure along them that erupted inside and sent a gob of precum to erupt at each tip. He gathered the clear blob and raised his fingers to his lips, sucking off the slick, salty honey and feeling it warm his tongue. He tasted good, he tasted strong, and he immediately wanted more.
As if to satisfy that desire, his pricks pumped more precum, the flow gushing from both firm but flaccid dicks in thick abundance. It felt extremely good, like a minor orgasmic release, and he leaned forward and easily took both cockheads into his mouth, sucking eagerly at the fountain of his own power.
It only took a moment for his logical brain to kick in and his eyes popped open when he realized what he was doing, and that he was doing it with not just one, but two beautiful cocks. He grabbed his twins and pulled them from his mouth, strings of gossamer precum trailing from his lips, and stared at the massive, perfect, gorgeous dicks growing from between his legs.
His legs! His legs were massive! More than massive! Spectacular! He tentatively tightened the muscles on his right thigh and they reacted spectacularly, swelling into massive and deeply-etched relief, every cable and fiber visible under his skin. He tried it with his left leg and the same thing happened. He moved his hand to feel the muscle and it was rock hard, but the way his skin felt and the reaction he had to touching himself was even more amazing.
His skin felt wonderful. Soft and silken, warm, smooth. He found himself pumping another thick load of precum just touching his own leg. He noticed the muscles of his forearm swelling and twisting as he moved his hand around the contours of his thighs and another fat pump erupted. There was nothing he couldn’t do that would turn himself on, it seemed.
Or maybe the correct way to think about it was that he couldn’t turn himself off. He experimentally plucked his left nipple with his right hand and he almost came. The shock of sexual pleasure was so intense that his toes curled. His cocks grew rigid and his balls seized up and he was suddenly fountaining a thick volley of white cream from both barrels. The spray shot up and arced and landed on his tight, cobblestone road of abs. Then a weird and completely unexpected thing happened – the wealth of cream simply vanished.
He brushed his fingers along the hard swells of muscle and felt only that same soft, warm, perfect skin. Nothing wet or sticky at all. Weird.
He decided to stand up and found that his new body reacted with ease and power. There was no awkward adjustments to make, no stumbling or dizziness or anything at all. He stood up easily, his muscles pulling with complete satisfaction and effortlessness. He stood up and looked down at himself, grinning with giddiness at the sight of his two huge cocks arcing up from his groin, their heads gleaming with his seemingly unending supply of slick and delicious precum. It dripped down their surfaces and coated his fat double dicks in a glistening veneer of inviting lubrication. His cocks swelled at the pleasure they gave him, and his balls drooped with their load of cream.
Something was waving at the corner of his eye and he looked over before realizing that it was his own hair. He reached up and grasped a handful of it, marveling at the smooth texture. It was dark brown and as soft as silk, hanging in rich abundance from his head. Strands of it tickled his ass and wound around his body. More hair, as full and shiny but curly and thicker, wove across his chest and belly. A soft coating covered his legs and forearms, as well. He ached to see himself in a mirror, and wondered if he’d brought one in his pack.
He was turning to go back to his camp when it occurred to him that the trees were much smaller than he remembered. Then he looked down at the broken stone against which he had been laying and realized it was the same stone he had been dozing upon. The huge stone at the water’s edge was now pushed several feet back from the lake, it’s surface broken in two, and it looked about a third as big as he remembered it being.
How big was he, he wondered. He laughed and surprised himself again with the depth and power of his voice. He stretched his arms wide and felt the power of his muscles manifest, swelling his new brawn to fully engorged immensity before pulling his arms in and performing his first-ever “most muscular” pose. His cocks grew hard again as his body swelled into glorious bulging perfection, the cables and bands of muscle shoving against each other and bulging outward, creating inches-deep crevasses everywhere across his frame. His shoulders jumped up, his arms pushed against his torso, and his chest shoved itself out so far that he couldn’t see beyond it.
Relaxing and standing upright again, he reached down to relieve his aching erections with a few smooth, slow, deeply satisfying strokes before unleashing fat ropes of hot, thick cream that splattered into pools along the edge of the lake. Every torrent rewarded him with a deep orgasmic high that shook his powerful body to the core.
But it was time to find that mirror, so he turned back toward the forest and shoved himself between the towering trees, destroying a few utterly before managing to move with more grace to avoid breaking the giants off at the trunk.
As he moved, he realized that nothing was hurting him. Broken limbs shattered against the hardness of his body’s muscles. Trees couldn’t move fast enough, and the sound of his passing was like the coming of a God through the forest.
His camp looked ludicrously small, now, like a child’s play area for a doll. “Shit,” he whispered, and he tried to lift the small bubble of his tent to his hands without destroying it. “This is going to get really annoying really fast,” he said to himself. “Wish there was a way to…”
Before he could finish his sentence, he found himself compacting, his body shrinking in on itself until he stood somewhere around seven feet tall. He blinked in astonishment and started to laugh again, checking out his smaller form and discovering that it was an exact miniature copy of his fully engaged self, right down to the fat nubs of his super-reactive nipples. His tent fell out of his shrunken hands and landed sideways, spilling its contents across the campsite. Frowning, Robbie retrieved his pack and searched for something with a mirrored surface that would allow him to see himself more clearly.
Nothing. There was nothing! He tried using a utility knife but could only manage to see slim images of his perfect butt and his bright blue eyes. He did learn that in addition to being very strong and very big, he was also very flexible, only remembering his self-suck episode at the lake after he stretched his right leg all the way along the side of his body so his foot ended up over his head, keeping perfect balance the entire time. He licked his leg playfully and enjoyed the taste of his flesh on his tongue. ‘Damn,’ he thought, ‘is there anything about me that I don’t want to fuck?’
He considered what had happened to him as he sat at the edge of the lake, again, stroking his cocks with both hands, shooting for distance into the clear water. After he managed to shove a thick load all the way across the lake, he decided not to waste any more of his own delicious cream and simply came all over himself, practically bathing in the rich, warm juice from his limitless balls and watching his body soak it all inside, maintaining constant erections and nearly constant ejaculations. For the hell of it, he sucked himself off some more, feeling the intense pleasure and complete satisfaction that a Transformed man only realized when fed from the source.
As his first night as a super-powered sex God fell, his brain searched for a logical reason for what had happened and he couldn’t find any. Nothing before the sudden feeling of burning and then growth and sexual contentment occurred to him. He couldn’t dredge up the last flashing vision he had of something man-shaped passing in front of the sun. He remembered darkness and light, his swim, the lake, the rock… then burning, and sex, and complete contentment.
Oh, and the cumming. He remembered that plain enough. The memory was enough to reinflate his twin beasts and set him off on another round of slow, intense, gratifying stroking before he fell asleep as the dawn broke.
And then he dreamed.