Transform: New Blood 13

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Paul fucking loved being Transformed. He looked down at the colorful illustrations decorating his insanely muscled arms as he plunged his new and improved and greatly magnified cock meat into the tight, hot, perfectly formed ass of his new handsome friend and felt a vast surging eruption of sexual pleasure in his loins. Another thick load of cum erupted from its fat mushroom head -- he’d lost count of how many times he’d cum already. His balls drooped heavier with their load of hot cream and his asshole tingled and throbbed with the need to be filled up with dick.

This, he thought to himself, is why I’m a man.

He closed his eyes and came again, his entire body feeling the intense pleasure of the eruption. He pushed in deep and held himself inside, feeling his partner’s ass clamp down on his hard prick and veritably suck his creamy cargo from his cock. Waves of undulating sexual bliss cascaded along the fat inches of his dick and he threw his head back and gulped in air as his biggest load yet flooded the man’s deep, hot tunnel.

He heard someone moan, and someone else grunted, and someone else sighed. He looked around the huge room overlooking Central Park West and took in the variety of sexual energy taking place all around him.

Chuck was over there with Derek, his dick buried in the young man’s butt, fucking the dude’s ass with his cock buried to the hilt. It’s a wonder the thing wasn’t drilling a hole out the dude’s belly, given the size of it. One of the owners of the place, a huge Latin guy named Carlos, was getting his own perfect ass deeply penetrated by Murph, whose piston hips were moving to the beat of the music that flooded the room. The bass was so deep that Paul could feel it shaking his bones. Finally, near the floor-to-ceiling windows, Chuck’s boyfriend, Frazz, a black-skinned monster of a man with intense eyes and a ready smile that made Paul harder (assuming it was possible to get any harder) just thinking about it, had his thickly muscle arms surrounding Cal’s new body, swollen with brawn and covered in sweat.

Earlier, they’d enjoyed each other’s company in an hours-long orgy of male muscular mayhem that should have left them all spent and wanting a smoke, but instead it served as the appetizer to an evening of non-stop mind-blowing fucking and sucking that seemed without end. Paul had no idea how long he’d been at it, but he felt as fresh and hot and horny as he had when he’d walked in the door to be greeted by the two naked owners of the place already fucking each other’s brains out.

Paul turned his attentions back to the luscious round assflesh of the beautiful man he was fucking. “Jesus,” he whispered.

“Pardon?”

Paul grinned, looking at Michael’s face, at the entirety of his gorgeous, buff body as it lay before him, the man’s thickly muscled legs spread wide, his enormous erection pressed between the full bellies of his 8-pack abs. “Your ass is so beautiful. I could fuck you forever.”

Michael smiled back. “Well don’t let me stop you. What if I do this?”

Paul gasped and shot a fat load as Michael did something magical with his hole that managed to up the sexual cascade of orgasmic bliss erupting through and around Paul’s hard prick. He was definitely as talented as he was gorgeous.

Paul wondered for a moment why the pairing off had occurred as it did. The four new recruits had been primarily altered by Chuck and Frazz in the alley behind the bar, so they were already pumped and primed for what was happening now. But the old friends, Carlos and Michael, and Chuck and Frazz, had each selected one of the pick-ups from the bar rather than electing to go off with each other. It was blatantly obvious that they were the four most attractive and muscular men in the room, but it was clear that whatever had been done to them initially was just the tip of a very big iceberg, and over the next few hours they would come to realize the full benefits of their transformations.

Not that Paul was complaining, of course, because ending up with Michael was hardly a consolation prize.

Michael was easily the most beautiful man Paul had ever seen. It was remarkable, really, how different each of the four men were quite apart from their uniformly massive muscular development, the noteworthy similarity in height and breadth of their frames, each towering at least six and a half feet high and probably four feet wide, their narrow waists and the breathtaking masculine beauty of their faces. But as similar as they were in the overwhelming magnificence of their physical appearances, they were also quite unique.

Michael, for example, was as flawlessly perfect as a man could get, assuming one was looking for an all-American type with the chiseled jaw and bright blue eyes and a cock that would choke a porn star. His skin was smooth and silken under Paul’s touch, and although he looked like he was the king of all tops, he was more than happy to open his ass up to Paul’s hungry cock and swallow him inside.

Then there was his partner, Carlos. Again, the man was the epitome of the perfect Latin lover. Long, dark hair, reddish-brown skin, huge nipples with fat caps just waiting to be nibbled and sucked. His ready smile and keen mind was evident in everything he said. He was gentle, kind, and extremely willing to provide anything his guests might desire, including the happy pleasure of sucking on his huge uncut glory and two heavy, hairless egg-shaped balls.

Frazz was as quiet as his partner Chuck was verbose. A black-skinned giant of a man with almond-shaped eyes and a smooth, hairless dome, his ready smile invited an openness that Paul rarely felt with anyone, let alone a man he had just met. Plus the guy was gifted with a cock that was even bigger than Carlos’s or Michael’s.

Finally, there was Chuck. There was something even more unusual and extremely attractive about the guy, even if he was a goofball with a twisted sense of humor and the filthiest mind Paul had ever encountered. There was evidently nothing that Chuck wouldn’t do to you, or with you or have you do to or with him. He was incredibly sexy – no, sexy wasn’t a strong enough word for the guy. He was sex incarnate. He was sex on two legs. He was the actual Sex Machine, a man built for it and capable of doing it so completely, so entirely, and so enjoyably that Paul wondered if he wasn’t just a fantasy that had somehow managed to spring to life fully erect and pumping a flood of sweet, warm cream all over you.

That, and he was just fucking amazing to watch in action. His body oozed sex from its very pores, it dripped from his sweat glands, it drizzled from his dickhead. Every movement, whether it was the slightest adjustment of his hip or the dazzling twinkle in his dark eyes, to the thrusting majesty of his double-jointed hips – Chuck was mind-blowing.

::Hard not to watch him, isn’t it?:: Michael’s soft, powerful voice shook him. Paul nodded, dumbstruck by the sheer power and beauty of Chuck’s body in motion. He watched the man’s thick cock moving in and out of Derek’s asshole, drooling streams of precum. Chuck’s grin was lascivious, he looked like the devil himself fucking his victim’s willing ass. The muscles of his legs bulged and flexed as he moved his hips forwards and backwards. The deep dimples on his well-toned ass deepened with every thrust. Derek’s face had a look of ecstasy, as if he was experiencing the most blissful sex of his entire life. Chuck looked over at Paul and winked, as if to signify that they were both masters here, Gods of fucking in their domain. ::He’s truly one of a kind.::

Paul smiled. “You’re not so bad yourself.” The sound of his own voice seemed overt and loud. He looked down at the prone muscular body he was drilling and saw Michael’s blue eyes watching him. Michael’s mouth was soft and his face was achingly beautiful. He wanted to kiss the man deeply, as deep as his cock was buried in the man’s ass. As if hearing his unspoken thoughts, he watched Michael’s 8-pack swell into power as the man pulled his immense upper body, with its fat globes of power and its luscious, lickable nipples, toward Paul’s body. The man was insanely flexible, and insanely powerful. He seemed to rise from the furry floor covering as if by magic, effortlessly lifting his muscled bulk toward Paul, who leaned forward, his thrusting fuck action reducing to a slow stroke in and out of the man’s warm, tight hole. Michael moved one bulging arm forward and placed his soft, warm hand against the back of Paul’s neck, pulling their lips together and gifting the painted man with an intensely passionate kiss.

Paul came again, raised to a new level of sexual gratification by the kiss, pumping a load so full and powerful that he felt it splash against his groin and drip down his legs. He could feel the heat and hardness of Michael’s erection pressed between their bodies. It seemed to writhe and bulge in concert with Paul’s sexual ecstasy, as if the hard-on had a mind of its own and was reacting in concert with the men’s orgasmic bliss.

Paul felt something inside him, something alive and wild and hot as the sun. The power within was rushing through his blood like lava. He felt stunned and shaken by its power, and nearly swooned against Michael’s body as the kiss lingered against his lips, tingling with electric energy.

“Oh my God,” Paul moaned, pulling his lips from the other man’s mouth and gazing into his shining blue eyes. Michael smiled back at him, then leaned in for another lingering kiss. The heat increased inside Paul’s body and he felt as if he would melt or burn up entirely. His cock felt painfully hard and his balls shoved out another fat flood of cum as he came again, even more powerfully than the last time. “Oh, God.” Paul felt a deeply blissful tingling along every millimeter of his prick, something so intensely pleasurable that he thought he would pass out from the power of it.

Something inside Michael was caressing his hard cock and coating it in the most concentrated and fiery levels of sexual gratification he had ever experienced. The feeling spread into his loins and licked at his ass. It crawled over his muscled belly and moved its heated touch across the muscles on his back. It stroked his legs, moving over and between his thighs, showering every inch of his skin in hot buttered sex. The sensation grew in strength, encasing his hardness in its embrace. He felt it coating his broad chest and move its mouth over his nipples, sucking them inside and driving his ecstasy to insane levels. The feeling sheathed his shoulders and moved down his limbs, grabbing onto the heavy bellies of his biceps and the veiny cords of muscle on his forearms. The colors of his skin seems to come alive, growing bold and beautiful.

He didn’t know what was happening to him and he didn’t care. It felt like he was drowning in sex, like his entire body was held inside the most amazing, warm, wet, masculine sense of sexual gratification, like he was a giant cock ready to cum. He felt the extended bliss of a non-stop orgasmic blast shaking his entire being, from head to toe, inside and outside. It was overwhelming and hotter than hell.

He was growing, then, in slow and constant strokes. It felt like sex. He could feel his strength increasing, feel his muscles swelling, feel his weight and size and power increasing in steady increments. Something was happening to his cock. No, cocks. Something was happening. He had two cocks. Michael was kissing his mouth, and fucking his cocks, and holding him in his powerful arms, and showering his body in sexual bliss. He was changing again, growing again, swelling with massive power.

Michael grew himself in unison, so that the two men remained at the same level of muscular development and relative height. He flooded Paul’s body with Transform and the Touch, and bathed the pleasure centers of his brain with a Transformed man’s ability to make a man cum with a thought. Paul was being remolded and improved in a steady, effortless progression, each second filled with more sexual gratification than an average man might experience in a lifetime. He was given the same level of power that Michael possessed, or Carlos, or Chuck, raised to the level of a god among men.

“Oh, god,” he moaned, overwhelmed. Michael smiled and delivered the coup de grace, shoving the final transforming blast in a sudden eruption that made Paul’s twin cocks flood Michael’s guts with hot cream.

Paul grabbed onto Michael and pulled him into a tight embrace as his body swelled to its ultimate glory. His muscles bulged against each other, fat with strength, thick veins feeding them power. He pushed his mouth on Michael’s and tested his new power, shoving an unfiltered, intense load of the Touch back on his builder, flooding him with another intense orgasmic fountain of Transforming cum, sharing the overwhelming sexual power with the man who had given it to him.

The feeling of gifting his power to another man was almost as intense as it had been receiving it. Transform rewarded its host when it was given away, making the transaction as powerful and gratifying as the wealth of sexual and muscular power it provided. Paul’s body was swollen with the energy of the initial exchange, and he felt the intensity of his new body and capabilities build and expand as he delivered his awesome potency back to his host.

Michael welcomed the exchange and kissed Paul back, tangled in his embrace and feeling the incredible heat and power of his intoxicating cum flooding his body. Paul had become an incredibly gorgeous living work of art. His tattoos, an indelible part of his skin, had grown as huge as the rest of him, their colors dazzling and lifelike. His heavily muscled arms were entwined in black branches of roses and thorns, swirling along the swollen masses and erupting with blood red blooms. Bands of darkness encircled his biceps and his shoulders, winding across the bulging contours and highlighting the deep crevasses between each lobe of power. The black arching spikes reached across the hard hemispheres of his chest, amplifying the vast muscular power bulging beneath his decorated skin. His back was a living tableau of homosexual beauty, covered in pictures of naked sailors, leather motorcyclists and buttfucking bodybuilders straight out of a Tom of Finland catalogue. A dictionary of man-on-man sex played out across his skin in blatant and satisfying detail.

“Holy fucking Christ!” It was Chuck’s unmistakable voice, and the man stood over the two of them with Derek, also now fully transformed, but Chuck’s eyes were too busy exploring Paul’s naked canvas to notice Michael. Paul pulled his lips from Michael’s mouth and moved his hand across Michael’s cheek, softly saying “Thank you,” to his maker.

“Stand the fuck up, dude! I want to see you in full fucking glory!” Chuck’s voice was a deep rumble of awe and desire. His dicks were already leaking copious streams of lubing precum and one hand was rubbing against a fat nipple as he watched Paul regain his feet. Chuck had a sense for these things. Every man who was Transformed realized a vast improvement of their physical beauty, masculine traits and muscular size and power, but every once in a while a guy came along who overwhelmed even other members of the Brotherhood with his presence.

Paul was definitely one of those men. While the others that had been gathered together that night from the bar were uniformly handsome and sexy as fuck as they stood around the tattooed man, Paul’s sheer masculine power and overwhelming size were awesome in their grandeur. The sleeves of color winding up his arms writhed and danced with every movement. The men illustrated across his cinemascope back seemed alive, like fantasized versions of the muscled man standing before them. Chuck took a deep breath of Paul’s singular scent and felt his knees going weak, the man was a juggernaut of sexual intensity.

“Shit! Look at those arms!” Cal moved his fingers along Paul’s enhanced triceps, standing out starkly from his long limbs, their bulging size nearly matched by the thick biceps bulging opposite. Cal’s own muscles were nothing to sneeze at, but he was right – Paul was a monster. His chest bulged with restrained might, the bands of power struggling for space. Huge, fat nipples like two small pierced dickheads popped out below the meaty globes, luscious and inviting a suck. The man’s twin giants sprouted from his loins like cobras, thick and heavy, only one of which remained ornamented by a heavy, shining steel ring that came out of the piss slit and curled beneath. Veins reached across the expanse of his thighs and stretched along his calves and shoulders. And all of it was beautifully highlighted by the colorful paint that illustrated his body.

Michael asked, “How do you feel?”

His one word response, “Good,” was saturated with the Voice. Paul proved once again that he was a powerfully sexual being, the room practically shook with the sensual strength of the sound of his voice.

Someone behind the group moaned in ecstasy and they turned to see Stan and Todd standing in the entryway. They were at their compacted heights, evidently having just arrived on the roof and made their way down in time to witness Paul’s final emergence as a new member of the Brotherhood. Stan’s erect cock was pumping a high, hard, thick load of cream.

“Okay,” Todd said with a smirk, “what’d we miss?”

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