Transform: New Blood 14
by AKA
‘Challenging’ would be one way to describe Robbie’s trip home from his excursion to the Canadian wilderness. ‘Surprisingly erotic,’ would be another.
None of his old clothes would fit his new body, no matter how tightly he attempted to compact his form. His legs were just too fat with muscle and too hard to squeeze into anything. His upper arms were far too thick to manage through the armholes, let alone the sleeves. And his chest was so large that it was impossible to even attempt to button any buttons beyond his navel. Even his underwear was no match for his new set of equipment, so he wrapped his beach towel around his waste, stuffed his gear into the back of his truck, wedged his muscular girth into the cab and set off down the mountain toward home.
The ride was excrutiating for him, not because he was so tightly packed into the truck, but because his dicks simply would not calm down. Whether it was the jostling of his body on the rough road or the scent of pine and fresh air or just the constant reminder to himself, mostly naked in the small space, his sexy scent stinking up the cab, sweat dripping down the crevasse between his pecs, his biceps rubbing against the thick meat of his torso, he couldn’t seem to think about anything besides sex.
It didn’t help matters that he now had two hungry dicks that wanted attention, rather than just the one. Before long, he was yanking the towel away from his perfect body, pulling to the side of the road and beating off again, a foot-long, inches-thick cock in each hand, reveling in the overwhelming feeling of sexual gratification that each sensitive pull on his fat pricks delivered. He could feel his heavy, warm load of cream swelling larger in his balls with every stroke, and it felt like his cocks grew fatter and longer the more he pleasured himself until the rushing, quicksilver tingle along every thick inch of his new dicks told him it was time to deliver a fresh flood of cum from both barrels and he was splattering pools of hot white honey on the windshield, dashboard, steering wheel and his own muscular form.
He came so hard that he could hear it strike the roof of the truck, and it felt so good to have his wealth of creamy juice showering him that he seemed to cum for minutes, his tall hard-ons coated in thick, slick coats of cream. The rush of orgasmic bliss drove him to clamp his mouth down on one of his cocks and greedily swallow the load down, sucking his own meat as he beat off his other cock with his right hand.
Afterwards, the truck reaked of sex. He used the towel to wipe down the interior and decided that the next time, he’d be sure to exit before letting loose with another of his thick, unending vollies of cream. He was surprised again when his own body was clean of the flood, even though he knew damned well that he’d managed to splash his huge body in most of that eruption.
Before he managed to get off the mountain, he managed to get off three more times, and every load was as thick and powerful as the first one. By the third time, he just stuck both cocks in his mouth and swallowed the entire load down, shoving his fat pricks into the wet warmth and pleasuring himself doubly. He’d often imagined what it would be like to be able to suck his own cock, particularly since it was one of his favorite pastimes and having one so handy but so out of reach seemed unfair in so many ways. But now that he had two of them, and they were both huge, and constantly hard, it was a bit like being in heaven.
He never imagined how good they would taste. They seemed to satisfay some hunger he didn’t know he had when he pulled the plump, warm heads between his thick, wet lips and felt them rubbing against the roof of his mouth. He’d grab onto the twin shafts and squeeze thick flows of precum into his mouth. The clear fluid tasted salty and earthy, and it felt like slick honey on his tongue. He wrapped his long tongue around his own cocks and pulled them further inside his mouth, wanting to swallow them whole.
Giving himself a blow job seemed like the most natural thing in the world, now that he could do it so easily. After sucking both his dicks for a while, he’d pull one out and jerk it off with his hand, using his spit and that non-stop flow of precum as lube, while he concentrated his oral attentions on his other cock, licking the head, kissing it, moving his lips along the surface and tasting his own delicious honey.
On his fourth self-suck, he started to fuck his own face while two-handing his other huge piece of meat, watching himself stroke his right cock while sucking his left one. Shifting his hips, he started to shove his cock against the back of his throat while his hands tightened on his other prick and squeezed out a wealth of precum.
The best part was when he finally came, of course. It wasn’t like sucking some other dude’s cock. It wasn’t exactly a surprise when he was unloading into his own mouth, but the amount of it and the taste of it left him wanting more and more. He experimented with a facial on his fourth time, nearly drowning in his flood when it erupted from the tip like a fountain, splattering against his face and dripping down his neck and between his pecs before his body did its thing and reclaimed it all.
Then there was the joyous task of cleaning up, licking the remnants off the helmet, sucking the last drops out of his cock like it was a straw, slowly and rapturously worshiping the strength and size and beauty of his cocks with his lips and tongue, winding his mouth’s hot wetness around and around the chubby head and sucking against its tight, shiny skin. The scent of his own ass and balls would rise into his face and make the entire process one lingering shot of ultimate self-love.
When he was finally back on public roads, Robbie wasn’t even thinking about the fact that he was entirely naked, entirely twin-diked and entirely horny as the proverbial devil with a hard on. Every car he passed was a potential target for his unbribled and overwhelming lust. He’d had enough of this self-sucking. He wanted someone else’s hot, hard cock in his capable mouth.
Robbie wasn’t exactly what one might call the most freaky sex hound, normally. He certainly had experienced his share of online hook-ups and drunken one-nighters, but he’d never hung out at truck stops or made eye contact at the seashore and ended up giving a hummer to a lifeguard. For him, there were definite places and times for that sort of thing, and roadside diners weren’t on his bill of fare.
Normally.
But things now were anything but normal. The man’s body was in constant need of sexual attention. It wanted to fuck and be fucked, to suck and be sucked, and to offer its many and varied and splendid talents to everyone it could possibly find. Robbie’s amped up sexuality had placed him in permanent heat, and he now had the equipment, the capability and the desire to put it all in action.
He pulled into the first place he saw along the lonely highway and parked his truck directly in front of the small country store. It was hilariously stereotypical, but there wasn’t another car in sight and the only person he could spy behind the dirty front window was some scrawny young dude in a red plaid shirt reading comic books behind the counter.
For some reason, the sight of that single little guy, with his stringy dark hair and his thin arms and his hangdog expression made Robbie’s cocks painfully hard.
His tribal name from the Cree nation would translate as Big Fish of the Great Hunt, but it sounded more like missitch stdoo nemass indohoo, so everyone he knew in the English speaking world called him Mitch. He hated his job. It was beyond boring. No one even passed by the store much anymore, let alone stopped to buy some Jerky or a six-pack. But it was one of the few jobs around, and the pay was okay.
He looked up from his worn copy of Frank Miller’s 300 at the sound of a truck approaching the store. He was reliving some scenes from the movie through the blood-soaked pages and lost in a reverie when he narrowed his dark eyes to look through the window and see who had made the mistake of stopping. The windshield of the truck was a smeared mess, as if someone had smeared an ice cream cone all over it and only partially succeeded in wiping it up. Something big moved in the truck cab’s dark interior, and he put the comic down on the counter before moving closer to the window to satisfy his curiosity. The sky was overcast and everything looked drained of color in the mild afternoon light.
The truck’s door opened and the figure looked like he was having some trouble extracting himself. Mitch mumbled, “Another fat American,” and smirked, huffing out a laugh as the entire truck rocked back and forth while the man tried to get his bulk out of it. ‘Must weigh a ton,’ Mitch thought, tilting his head and wondering for a moment if he should go out to help the guy.
A hand rested atop the open door and clenched it tightly. It looked… it looked like the hand was crushing the door frame. Must’ve been already crushed, the truck was sure a wreck, what with the cruddy windshield and all. Looked like the guy had been up in the mountains. Not like he’d stopped to take a piss or something. No sense in that. Just piss on the side of the….
A foot, a bare foot, stepped onto the gravel. It was followed by its brother. Then, slowly, a man emerged from the confines of the truck’s little cab. A man that would not have looked out of place in the comic he was just reading, with the exception of one very unusual attribute.
‘Huge’ didn’t even dent a description of the dude. His head went up and up and up, and through the door’s window, Mitch saw the biggest, widest, most muscular set of pecs he’d ever witnessed. The man’s body just kept on expanding, like a group of clowns emerging form a car much too small to hold them. Mitch wasn’t gay, but he wasn’t exactly 100% straight, either. He recognized beauty when he saw it, and this guy’s face was gorgeous enough to be right up at the top of anyone’s list, no matter which way they leaned.
The man’s eyes were on Mitch’s face and a smile wound across his lips as he moved beyond the door’s cover and revealed that he was completely naked. More than that, and impossible to believe, but there were two long, fat, perfectly formed dicks hanging between his legs. He closed the door of the cab as much as he could, given the newly wrinkled frame, and strode toward the store’s entrance, his two thick cocks swinging heavily.
Mitch felt a jumble of emotions as the huge naked man approached. One was fear, though it was quickly being beaten down by feelings of wonder, curiosity and, with growing strength, lust. The man’s movements were incredibly sensual. Mitch could see the movement of the man’s incredibly developed musculature as he walked. His pecs shifted and bounced, the dark nipples shoved under the fat globes of meat appearing and disappearing as he swaggered. The smile on his face was both friendly and lascivious, as if he was glad to see Mitch because he wanted to fuck him hard. His arms bulged with more muscle and the sway and size of his twin monsters made them a prime target of Mitch’s blatant stare.
The door opened and the man came inside. He seemed even larger now, as if he was growing as he walked. He paused for a moment at the open door and caught Mitch in his gaze, predator and prey. “Hi,” he said. His voice was deep and powerful. He growled the word more than spoke it.
Mitch gulped into a dry throat. He nodded. His mouth opened but nothing came out. The man closed the door carefully, the cords of power on his forearm twisting and flexing around each other. He moved slowly toward where Mitch was frozen in place behind the counter. He simply stood there, over a foot taller than the smaller man, radiating power and strength.
This close to the man, Mitch could suddenly see that he was utterly perfect. Easily the most beautiful person he’d ever encountered, his naked skin shone under the dim fluorescents as if made of silk. He had a light coat of fur across the colossal globes of his chest, and his tight belly was cobblestoned with an 8-pack of perfectly spaced abdominals. He smelled funky, but good. Something like sex in the forest. Mossy and earthy and woodsy, but with an overtone of sweat and smoke and locker room stink. His face was gorgeous, with a rough dark patch of whiskers winding across his prominent chin and high cheeks, contrasting with the bright blue-green orbs that were looking back at Mitch.
“I need you,” the man said. That voice, now so close, barely above a whisper, shook Mitch to his soul. He noticed movement from his peripheral vision and glanced down to see that the man’s two immense cocks were very quickly inflating to full erection. They had flaring mushroom cap heads and something clear and thick was drooling from each piss slit. They pulsed and throbbed as they climbed higher and higher, swelling thicker and growing red as they climbed.
Mitch gulped again and felt the fear re-emerge. But the man’s smile was still there, still achingly beautiful, and when the man reached his hand forward toward Mitch’s face, he found himself leaning forward into his touch, yearning to feel that silken skin against his own.
The man’s hand was warm and soft. He brushed his fingertips along Mitch’s chin and touched his lips tenderly. The man’s twin cobras were throbbing with urgency, impossibly huge. The heads of his dicks reached up between those fat globes of his pecs and the clear honey was pouring from them, now, flowing down their substantial shafts and making them shine and glisten. The smell of the man was even stronger now, as if he was leaking that funky perfume from somewhere.
The man’s face lowered to Mitch’s own and he closed his eyes and felt the man’s lips move gently against his own. The kiss was as warm and soft as his touch and Mitch felt a heat building inside him, now, as the man’s sexy smell and the man’s powerful body and the man’s tender kiss penetrated his senses. The man reached his other hand forward and caught Mitch’s hand, pulling it toward him and placing Mitch’s grip against the intense heat of one of his erections.
Mitch moaned deeply. He moved the back of his hand up and down the hot surface, feeling the slick lubricant sift between his fingers and warm his touch. He moved his hand up and up and up the shaft to the head and cupped his hand over the helmet. He moved his palm around the fat head and felt it push against his touch, eager for more attention. The wet sounds of the man pleasuring his other cock with his hand as he continued to kiss Mitch’s lips made Mitch start to slowly move his grip up and down the man’s hardness, slowly stroking him as he pumped out a flood of precum.
Robbie was in heaven. Again. Something about being with another man had an entirely different affect on his body.
He wanted to be with the man, to share himself with him and make him feel every bit as sexually potent and alive as he did himself. Something innate kicked in and he didn’t immediately attack the guy’s ass like he had intended. Instead, there was a deeper desire to share himself with the man, to be with him rather than to force himself upon him and to allow the other man’s pleasure to equal his own.
His sense of sexual gratification was every bit as powerful as it had been on his own, but now a secondary and equally powerful sexual energy was infusing him and it was due entirely, he knew, to the presence of the other man.
God, it felt so good. This sharing of himself, of his power and strength and beauty. It was like sex on top of sex. He wasn’t cumming, but he felt like he was. He wondered, in the back of his head, how he’d feel when he started to fountain his usual thick loads.
But the kiss! The kiss was amazing! He could feel the dude’s little hand on his huge cock, and he was releasing a flood of precum that just kept pouring from him. The counter that separated them needed to go away! He wanted the man in his arms, he wanted to kiss the man deeper, to shove his tongue down the dude’s throat and get his clothes off his rockin’ bod and suck his nipples and finger his hole and cover him in sex.
A sudden shock of intense sexual bliss shook him from the guy’s touch on his cock. He felt something shift. He felt something change. He felt something give.
Mitch’s body sudden heated up everywhere and it seemed to originate from the hand that stroked the giant cock and the lips that kissed the warm, tender mouth. It tingled and throbbed before growing incandescent and hot as fire. He felt himself shaking and a soft moan bubbled up from his chest. His dick was painfully hard, shoving against his Levi’s. His nipples tingled and throbbed, and his asshole felt weirdly good, like it was being licked by a big tongue or something.
Mitch was releasing a thin sample of Transform without knowing what he was doing, or how he was doing it, or even that he could. He was rewarded with another powerful tremor of sexual power, which made him release more of what he thought of as his ‘power,’ to share himself with the beautiful little dude, to make him feel good – as good as Robbie did himself.
Mitch was climbing over the counter. He never let his lips leave the giant man’s amazing kiss. His hand slipped along the wooden surface, slick with the man’s thick precum, but he landed on his feet and pulled his mouth from the man’s kiss and lowered his lips toward his pumping hot cock.
Robbie moved his grip to the little dude’s shirt and ripped it from his body easily. He moved his hands to the dude’s pants and pulled open his belt and popped his button fly, releasing a hard, red dick pulsing with every pump of blood in the little dude’s body.
The man’s cocks were so huge! Mitch licked the fat helmet and the sense of the man’s smell and power infused his brain, driving him batshit. He started to suck on the giant prick as he rubbed it against his body. It was as hot as the sun, hard as steel, sexy as fuck.
Robbie felt his load building in his tight balls. Gallons of cum waited release. And more was building, infused with the power he didn’t know he had. He moved his hands across the thin shoulders of the dark-skinned man. He moved his hands to his neck, caressing his skin, feeling the dude’s throat contract and flex as he sucked on one of Robbie’s enormous erections. Robbie bent his head down and sucked the other cock into his own mouth, receiving a double blow-job that made him push out another shock of his power into the other man’s body.
Mitch felt himself grow hot again, a heat that radiated through him and lit him up from the inside. His skin felt tight. His muscles were on fire. He grabbed onto the massive cock and sucked harder, drawing the salty wealth of thick honey into his mouth and swallowing eagerly. He felt the man’s hand on the back of his head, rubbing his scalp, urging him on.
Robbie was close. So close. His whole body tensed. His muscles bulged, thrown into stark relief under his flawless skin. He tilted his head back on his neck, his open mouth pulling in air, his chest rising and falling, his 8-pack swelling and receding.
Mitch held on as the giant prick swelled in his hands and in his mouth. The helmet bulged outward, pressing against the roof of his mouth, engorging to fill the space. He pushed his mouth down over the spigot and prepared to be inundated.
The monster broke its chains. The flood crested the dam. Robbie’s balls seized up and released his torrent of hot, Transforming cream.
Mitch had never sucked a dick in his life. He may have imagined what it was like, but he was unprepared for the reality of the sudden gush of warm salty cream from a hard cock. And the gush that Robbie was capable of delivering far outpaced the usual spurts any normal man was capable of. Robbie’s very first gush was an ample flood of cum pumped up a 14-inch prick and erupting into full flood. Mitch managed to capture some of that amazing explosion, even though his jaw was aching, and his throat stretched.
Robbie was delivering Transform in a completely unfiltered, pure and absolute state. Just as he had received it, it sank into Mitch’s system and began to immediately alter the Native American’s DNA, hunting for impurities and eliminating them utterly, finding original genetic traits for his ethnicity and distilling them to their purest essence, then hyper-advancing his masculine qualities by pinpointing the areas for genital selection and maturity, muscular development and sexuality and turning the dial up to 1,000,000.
For Mitch, it felt like an explosion inside him. His ears rang, his vision went black, he lost the feeling in his extremities and then in his limbs and all he knew was that whatever was being delivered to him through one of this huge man’s gigantic cocks – he wanted more.
Mitch’s metamorphosis was rapid and absolute. His muscular growth detonated across his swiftly expanding frame. His bones turned to rubber and stretched and swelled. His skin cells began multiplying as quickly as his muscles demanded, reaching across the suddenly bulging contours of his body. His flesh softened and darkens to a mahogany hue, echoing his tribal background. His dark mane sprouted from his head as his skull expanded to match the shocking growth of the rest of his body.
Everything from that point happened so fast that neither man had time to think about or consider what to do to stop it. Robbie’s body kept delivering more and more of its Transforming power through the flood of cum erupting from his cocks. Mitch was swallowing it inside almost as fast as it sprayed across his skin and was absorbed. His shoulders widened and his neck thickened and his arms grew massive. His quickly growing body smashed through the store’s counter and shelving, overwhelming Robbie’s compacted form.
He kept cumming. Robbie’s massive load, spurred on by the presence of another man’s desire, erupted in a steady flood, feeding Mitch everything he needed to be changed into another unknowing member of the Brotherhood. In a matter of minutes, Mitch lay sprawled across the interior of the store, his clothing ripped free, his mighty chest rising and falling, and both his huge cocks throbbing firmly across his muscled legs.
Robbie merely stood amongst the wreckage, staring at what he had created. Mitch stirred, his brain fuzzy, his body buzzing with power and sexual need. His body was hairless and beautiful, carved from red-brown wood and massive muscular growth. His fat balls churned with his first load, already eager to be unleashed. “Fuck,” he groaned, “what the hell was that?”
Robbie grimaced and shrugged. “My bad,” he said.