Transform: New Blood 22

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When the all points bulletin on finding and claiming the mysterious Self Suck Sam went out to the Brotherhood, Robbie and Missitch stdoo Nemass Indohoo were on their way back to the scene of the crime.

In the intervening days, the two men had been exploring each other in every way possible, in addition to discovering new talents and capabilities that astounded and delighted them. They had yet to uncover some of the more unbelievable aspects of their newfound realities, stemming mainly from the fact that it just never occurred to them that they might be able to launch themselves from the ground, or communicate telepathically, or alter their appearances other than grow larger or smaller at will.

Sexually, they were an unstoppable pair. Everything about each other kept their libidos humming and their cocks cumming. It soon became apparent to them that the most satisfying form of protein was to be had in each other’s copious and seemingly limitless supply of salty spunk, and that their new bodies were both virtually impervious and nearly inexhaustible, needing very little sleep to keep going.

Control was an issue for a few days, resulting in the eventual destruction of Mitch’s small cabin and his computer, so that Robbie never had an opportunity to repeat his performance for the webcam. In the back of his mind, he wondered what became of his one online witness, but Mitch kept him so busy that he never really missed giving another solo show.

They both had lots of unanswered questions. It frustrated Mitch that Robbie had no idea what had happened to him, or how he was able to make Mitch over into another Superman. It frustrated Robbie in equal measure that he had no answers to give, and had been unable to find any answers online. Google searches for “muscle growth” had yielded a few fetish sites and several dubious promises about achieving spectacular muscular development using any number of pills and powders, but nothing and no one was posting anything about some first-person unusual activities that would help explain what the two men were experiencing.

So, naked, curious and ignorant to their condition, the two men started back through the Canadian wilderness toward the lake where Robbie had first manifested his incredible development in hopes of discovering what herbs or chemical agents in the water or weird combination of environmental factors lead to his transformation.

It was slow going. They were unhampered by the terrain or vegetation, since they could simply swell into enormity and plow their way through, though that method made Mitch uncomfortable, both because of the damage they were doing to the natural world as well as the telltale trail of debris and destruction they left behind them. They both agreed that keeping a low profile was best for now, until they had some answers, and a wide swath of broken pine trees and tonnages of boulders so easily pushed aside would undoubtedly raise questions among the locals.

So they kept to their more compact forms and traveled carefully, using the stars and natural landmarks to guide them back. Staying off the main road also seemed like a good idea, and they were not hindered or uncomfortable no matter how cold the nights became or how warm the sun baked them.

What they hadn’t accounted for was what they would do when they ran into someone else. Avoiding civilization seemed like a natural way to avoid being seen or having to explain why two naked muscular giants with twin cocks and perfect bodies were wandering through the forests of southern Canada, but that was just what they were faced with on their fifth day.

 

Caleb could be described by his more charitable friends as ‘outdoorsy,’ but what he really was went well beyond that title. Caleb was hard-line extreme outdoorsy. If he couldn’t carry it on his back, he wasn’t bringing it with him. He ate what he foraged, he climbed the mountains he couldn’t go around and he loved living as raw and unfettered as possible. As a result, his body had been honed to a sinewy, lanky collection of hard muscle gathered across his bones like beef jerky. He could scamper like a mountain goat, swim like an otter, and liked to imagine he could wrestle a bear to the ground if there was a difference of opinion over whose salmon that was. He stood a little over 5’ 8” tall, wore heavy boots and a pair of shorts with more pockets than God and never spent more than a night anywhere.

He was certain that nothing could surprise him anymore. Life in the wilderness had presented him with every surprise nature had to offer, from being awoken covered in ants to watching two eagles battle for supremacy to surviving a sudden thunderstorm and knowing what it felt like as lightning struck the ground only yards away. He was prepared for anything.

When his keen hearing detected movement in the forest, and it sounded like something huge was coming toward him, he climbed up a nearby tree and left his small campsite just as it was. There wasn’t very much equipment there, but any sign of civilized life was apt to look odd in the middle of an old growth forest.

Caleb remained still and silent as the sound approached, but whatever he was prepared to see couldn’t have managed to elicit the surprise he felt when two huge men ambled into the clearing and stopped dead on the grown at the foot of his tree. Even from his vantage point above their heads, all he could see was naked muscle, and plenty of it.

The men looked dirty, as if they had been traveling for days in the wilderness. Their arms, shoulders and chests were brushed with mud and dirt, and their long hair was matted. It was difficult to tell what they looked like in truth, but it was obvious that both men were naked and both had spent way too many hours at the gym.

“Whoa,” one of them said, stopping dead and pushing at Caleb’s folding campstove with a large foot. His voice was absurdly deep. “Looks like we just missed someone.”

“Yeah, but why would they leave this stuff here? They could just pack it up and take it with them.”

“Unless they never left.” And then they both looked up.

Caleb ducked into the branches but it was too late, they’d spotted him. One of the men planted his hands on his hips and smiled up at him. The other was looking around for something, then joined his companion is staring up at Caleb’s perch. “Yo, dude! Sorry to disturb you! We’ll, uhhh, we’ll just be on our way and, uhhh, so you can just forget you ever saw us.”

“Fat chance,” he answered. “Who are you?”

“I’m Robbie, and this is Mitch.”

Mitch waved up at Caleb in a friendly fashion. Some of the caked mud chipped off revealing reddish brown skin beneath. “Hi,” he said.

“What are you doing?”

“Just now?” Robbie’s brow wrinkled and he looked at his companion, who shrugged and said, “Just out for a walk in the woods.”

“From where? There’s no towns for days!”

“Five days. If you’re walking.” Robbie added, helpfully. “Anyway, nice to have met you and we’ll just be on our way.”

“Wait!” Caleb wasn’t entirely sure why he’d shouted that out with such vehemence and need. His heart was beating very fast and his palms were starting to sweat as he began to make his way back down out of his tree.

“Uh, I’m not sure you want to do that,” Mitch rumbled deeply. “We’re contagious.”

Caleb paused, looking down at them. “You don’t look sick.”

“It’s a very odd disease,” Robbie said, smiling. “You end up looking like we do.” He slapped Mitch on his broad, meaty chest with the back of his huge paw. It sounded as if he’d just struck a side of beef.

“I don’t understand.”

“We don’t either,” Mitch admitted, “but Robbie’s right. We should just get out of here.”

He paused. And Robbie said, “Unless…”

Mitch looked at his friend and his mouth twisted into a grimace. “No.”

“We don’t even know if…”

“And we’re not going to use, uhhh, what’s your name, anyway?”

“Caleb.”

“Nice name. Anyway, we’re not about to use Caleb as a guinea pig.”

“You didn’t even ask him,” Robbie protested. “We should at least ask him.”

Caleb was a few feet above them, now. They looked even bigger from this angle. Even under the layers of dirt and much, it was clear that these were the two largest men he’d ever encountered, and easily so. “Jesus, you’re filthy.”

“Hey, you don’t know me that well! Yet.”

Mitch snorted out a laugh. “I think he means it literally.” He looked back up at the smaller man and asked, “You wouldn’t know of a body of water where we could get cleaned up?”

“Yeah, but it’s freezing cold.”

“Don’t worry about that. Just point.” Caleb did. “Thanks!”

“Are you going to come back?”

“We could, or you could follow us,” Robbie suggested. “Make sure we don’t get lost.”

“It’s not far.”

“I’m terrible with directions,” Robbie lied. “Just follow behind us and make sure we don’t stray off course. When we get to the water, you can either wait for us to get a bit more presentable, or we’ll just continue on our way as if you never saw us.”

Mitch looked at his friend and said, softly. “What are you up to?”

Robbie just smiled, then looked up. “Coming?”

Caleb started down, then said, “You first,” and watched the twin muscle giants saunter through the forest before he jumped to the mulchy ground and followed a safe distance behind.

They were bigger than huge, now that he was at their level. The one on the right, Robbie, had short, thick hair that stuck up alarmingly, and his back was a roadmap of bulging power. Caleb had no idea that there were that many muscles on a man’s back. There were heavy lobes of brawn struggling against each other as he walked, and his calves were ridiculously large, surely larger than his hand could easily grasp.

There was something about the man’s butt that was… inviting. The fullness of the two globes as they shifted and moved, the suggestion of power in their size and enormity, it made him feel woozy.

The other man, Mitch, was every bit as large as his friend. What sort of disease could do that to a man? His shoulders stretched so far across that he was constantly brushing aside entire trees that Caleb cold easily duck under. His ass was just as… engaging as Robbie’s. It looked like two bowls moving up and down around each other, with deep indentations on each side that made the arching mounds of muscle reach toward him. His skin looked like it was darker than Robbie’s, but in the shifting light and with their coat of much it was hard to tell.

Caleb suddenly found himself wanting very much to see what these two gentlemen looked like emerging from that frigid lake, cleaned off and dripping wet.

He shoved that thought from his head when Robbie turned around and glanced at him. The man smiled and said “This way?”

“Left,” Caleb said, “then straight. You’ll see it through the trees.”

“Cool,” the man growled, and his voice detonated against Caleb’s small frame like thunder.

“Play fair,” Mitch advised his friend.

The lake water was completely calm and mirror smooth. The sky was reflected on it’s wide surface and the edge was populated with small rocks and large boulders. The forest arched in to try to reclaim the land, casting shadows across the dark water near the edge, but further out the water shone like glass.

“Nice,” Mitch said. And he walked toward the lake and away from Caleb, who situated himself on a nearby rock a few yards up the beach.

Robbie said, “That’s not how you enter a lake, you idiot!” And he took a running leap and launched himself far out into the water, his mammoth muscles shoving him higher and farther than Caleb would have thought possible for such a huge man. He was practically flying!

When he landed, the detonation was spectacular and amazing. The amount of water displaced made it seem like the man weighed a ton, at least, and he disappeared beneath the surface for a long time before surfacing and tossing his wet hair from his face, standing up waist-deep as the water drained off his clean skin.

Caleb gasped. Robbie stood at the edge of the trees’ shadows, where the sun shone down with brilliance, and the combination of the light and the dark and the man’s slick skin all created a tableau of such masculine magnificence that Caleb felt his heart flutter and his mouth go dry. He’d never felt a feeling of attraction toward another man before, but there was no denying Robbie’s incarnate beauty.

The time the man spent underwater was apparently put to good use, because the layer of filth was completely cleaned from his flesh, and now he shone in naked splendor, the lake’s watery embrace sluicing off his flesh and leaving him looking like he was made of liquid copper. His skin was a burnished brown, obviously sun-tanned all over, and as he started to stretch and flex his frame, every muscle popped and bulged along his arms and torso. When he smiled, the perfection was complete.

“Get your ass in here, Mitch! The water’s great!”

“Show off,” the other man muttered, then he fell forward into the lake’s cold water and started to swim out to where his friend waited, his long hair streaming behind him like a dark veil. His strokes were easy and languid, but he propelled himself with ease and speed before diving under the surface with silent perfection, the twin globes of his butt breaking the surface before he disappeared entirely.

Robbie shaded his eyes and looked toward Caleb’s perch. It made his bicep swell enormously. “You sure you don’t want to join us?”

“I’m okay here.”

Robbie smiled again and shrugged. “Okay! But you’re going to miss out on all the fun!”

Mitch surfaced next to Robbie and stood between him and Caleb, with his back to the shore. He was saying something to his friend that Caleb couldn’t hear, then he folded his arms over his chest and tilted his head slightly as he listened to the reply. Robbie’s face was animated and he was obviously trying to convince Mitch of something, and Mitch wasn’t buying.

“Oh, you’re no fun!” he protested at last, and he reached down and launched a wide splash of water that struck Mitch as if he were an immovable shoreline, dropping down his back. Caleb watched the water trail in the deep crevasses between the man’s enormous muscles until it all lead unerringly toward the crack of his ass, the two round spheres of his muscular buttocks half-exposed above the water.

“I’m enormous mountains of fun,” Mitch said calmly.

Robbie smiled. And then he wrapped his arms around his friend and started to kiss him with evident passion and mounting eagerness. Caleb swallowed hard and felt a twinge of embarrassment as he spied on their embrace. Robbie’s hands started at Mitch’s head, pulling the man’s mouth to his own, but they soon found their way down his wide back and ended up grasping his twin muscular globes of ass flesh, kneading his butt forcibly.

Caleb turned away for only a moment, but then felt the presence of a hulking mountain near his rock and turned back to see Robbie standing only a few feet away.

The water was much shallower near the shore, and Robbie stood only ankle-deep in the dark lake. His naked form, now free of its coating of mud and dirt, was shiny and slick in the shifting shadows. Water trailed off his skin and dropped back into the lake. He had a hairy chest, and droplets clung to the dark curls that dusted his immense muscularity. His arms hung at his sides and he was breathing slightly hard. It made his abdominal muscles, a thick 8-pack, swell and recede. A dark treasure trail of wet fur started at his navel and lead down his flat pelvis to erupt into a thick forest at his groin. The man’s cock was as big as the rest of him. Robbie felt a sudden rush of heat when he realized he was staring at it, marveling at its size and perfection of form, and he raised his glance with a suddenness he didn’t intend.

The unkempt nest of hair on Robbie’s head was now fashionably messy, as if he’d just rolled out of bed, and his dark eyes flashed. “We didn’t embarrass you, did we?” His question was soft, but his tone was deep.

Mitch was walking up behind his friend. God, they were so big! “No,” Caleb said. “You’re gay?”

Robbie smiled and made a play of looking down at his mammoth muscular form, checking himself out for clues. “Whoa, is it that obvious?”

“The kissing kind of gave it away.”

Robbie looked at Mitch, and said, “I thought it was when I was checking out Caleb’s butt.”

“Nah, I’m sure Caleb gets that a lot.” Mitch looked pointedly towards Caleb’s ass. “It’s a very nice butt.”

“Thanks,” he answered drolly.

“No, we mean it. You have an excellent butt. Could you… uhhh…?” Robbie gestured with his finger, beckoning Caleb to stand on his rock and turn around.

His face flushing red, Caleb laughed slightly and rose easily to his feet, then hiked up the tails of his T-shirt and wiggled his ass playfully before dropping his shirt back in place and turning around, his arms folded over his chest.

“An excellent butt, to be sure.”

“Oh, 10 out of 10 on the butt scale!” Robbie said. “Did you see how cute and tight it was? Even under those shorts, it’s obvious that what we have here is prime ass meat.”

“Stop, you’re embarrassing me,” Caleb joked. “So, you’re two naked gay bodybuilders with some sort of unnamed illness that makes you into two naked gay bodybuilders out for a stroll in the woods, five days removed from civilization?”

“In a nutshell,” Robbie verified.

“Pull the other one.”

Robbie looked at Mitch. “How did he know we have two?”

“Two what?”

“He meant ‘leg,’ asshole,” Mitch said, shaking his head.

“Two what?” Caleb repeated.

Robbie chose to ignore the question. “Look, as long as we’ve clarified the whole gay thing, would you mind if I sort of… fucked my boyfriend? Just a little?”

“Jesus, Rob. Tactful!”

“It’s been a few hours and now that he’s all cleaned up… well… look at him! How could I not fuck that?”

“I’ll just take my leave, then.”

“You want to watch?”

“What?”

“Us? Fuck?”

“It’s not really my forte.”

“You don’t like to watch?”

“Watching is fine. It’s the… gayness. Not that there’s anything wrong with that!”

Robbie smirked. “Ha ha. How do you know if you never tried?”

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