Transform: New Blood 24
by AKA
Caleb awoke to the sound of a deep rumble of a voice saying quite loudly, “Holy fucking Christ!”
Blinking into the sunlight of the morning, naked among the forest trees, a giant muscular form moved into his vision and cast a shadow across his face, so that all he saw was a silhouette. Still, what he saw was enough to keep his motor revving from one hell of a realistic and intensely erotic dream.
“And good morning to you,” he said. His voice sounded strange, no doubt owing to his abrupt awakening and the short time allowed him to sleep. After all, he and his two new companions had spent hours of the previous evening engaged in all sorts of debauchery and sexual exploration. He’d accomplished several ‘firsts’ for his life – first anal penetration, first time being anally penetrated, first three-way, first time performing a blow job on another guy, first time performing a blow job on two guys at once, first time receiving anal sex while performing a blow job, first time engaging in a 69 with another guy, first 69 while getting rimmed, first rim job, first time licking another dude’s asshole, first time fucking two guys at once with his twin cocks (and he was going to hold onto that memory for a long time) and that was just the first two hours.
Then things got freaky.
His body never got worn out, in fact it seemed to thrive on all the erotic attention, growing increasingly passionate and energized as the night progressed. His balls provided an unending supply of hot cum and the only reason he sought sleep at last was that his senses were worn out from the overload of orgasmic bliss and sexual power being thrust at him from the other two horned-up muscle sluts. They showed him how to grow and shrink, and they mentioned something about ‘seeing data’ which made absolutely no sense, but in light of everything else he just nodded and grabbed the nearest cock and went to town all over again.
Robbie and Mitch explained that Robbie was the first one to exhibit their newfound growth and unusual abilities, and he’d inadvertently – according to him, it “just happened” – turned Mitch into another super-sexed, super-powered, super-sized dude along the way. Now it was Caleb’s turn, and as much as he wanted to find something wrong with the whole situation, so far it all seemed so extraordinarily great that he was having a hard time having a hard time with it, though he felt like he should have been pissed about something.
Then there were the dreams. They never mentioned those. If real life with his two new fuck buddies was amazing, that was nothing compared to the torrent of mouth-watering muscle sex fantasies his brain concocted overnight.
He woke up with a crooked half-smile on his face because all night long, in glorious 1080p HD and 7-channel Dolby surround he’d been living inside a continuous stream of porn videos populated by the most amazing, most beautiful, most muscular, most sexually talented and most mind-bendingly erotic men on the face of the planet. Sometimes they were with each other, sometimes in groups, sometimes at night, sometimes in the daylight, sometimes indoors, sometimes outside, sometimes with other men doing what had been done to him, over and over and over. Blondes and redheads and brunettes and bald dudes. Some with various levels of man fur coating their luscious muscles, some as bare and smooth as a baby’s butt. The only thing they all had in common was that they were uniformly huge in every sense of the word, similarly gifted with twin pricks, and, unaccountably, some of them could fly.
Within the dreams, he was living inside the men, dancing from man to man, watching their actions from behind their eyes. Sometimes he was simultaneously living inside both men as they fucked each other. Sometimes it felt like he was seeing through the eyes of dozens or hundreds of men. And more than seeing, he felt what they felt, spoke through their voices, felt their emotions and the actual physical sensations they were feeling as they fucked and licked and sucked and came over and over with buckets upon buckets of hot, heavy cream.
The dreams ended suddenly with the deep voice. He’d just been living inside some dude that was fucking the ever-loving shit out of some huge black guy’s tight hole. The black guy was so gorgeous that just looking at him made Caleb want to cum, and the emotions he felt were something close to love, a deep passionate emotion that filled his heart and head as he shoved his massive meat into the black dude’s hot, wet, sucking ass and he was cumming again when a voice said, “Holy fucking Christ,” and he awoke.
The big dark shape was standing over him, and he recognized Robbie’s scent immediately. It was different from Mitch’s scent, and they said he had a truly funky and highly sexy smell himself, though he couldn’t detect it. Robbie’s face came into focus as he lowered himself to the ground. He was staring open-mouthed at Caleb, with a dumbfounded look on his face.
“What’s the matter?”
“How did you do that?”
“How did I do what?” He sat up, and rubbed his eyes, then stretched his brawny arms wide and felt the massive muscles of his chest flex and extend. He still wasn’t used to his new body, even given the extensive break-in period from the night before. It seemed different this morning, somehow. It wasn’t something he could put his enlarged finger on, but something was definitely different.
As he was realizing this, that was when Mitch said, “What happened to your face?”
Caleb’s hands went up to his face reactively. It felt okay, although… did he have a goatee before? “And,” added Robbie, “your body? How’d you do that to your body?”
Caleb looked down. Though he had dramatically changed physically as a result of the two men’s attentions, those changes couldn’t account for the fact that he seemed to be wearing another man’s body. The man from the last dream. The man with the black dude. He wrinkled his brow and his mouth twisted up into a unique sideways grin. “I dunno,” he answered honestly. “This isn’t… usual? I mean, given that almost nothing we do is ‘usual’ in the usual sense.”
“I’ve never done that. Have you ever done that, Robbie?”
“I wouldn’t even know how.”
“Do I look weird?”
“You look incredibly hot! You look a bit older, and your hair is dark and short. That goatee and ‘stache makes you look kinda 70’s pornstar, but in the good, naked way, and your eyes are really, really green. And that fucking smile you do just turns me on like nothing else! Fuck, I want to fuck you so bad it hurts!” As he rose to his feet, he was already stroking his prodigious tool to erection, and it was drooling precum onto the pine needle strewn forest floor.
Caleb rose easily to his feet and grabbed Robbie’s erection, slipping his hand into Robbie’s sudden wealth of lube and gave him a few friendly strokes. “Easy there, big boy. Let’s take a minute and figure this out. Maybe it’s part of the answer we’re all looking for.” But he didn’t stop stroking for a second. Robbie rose onto his toes and stretched his head on his neck, sinking into the pleasure of Caleb’s touch. “I really wish I could see myself. I look completely different?”
“You even sound different.”
“Do I?” He realized immediately that he did. His voice, still deep, had a feral growl to it that his own lacked, and there was an undertone of humor, a depth of sexuality and a frosting of confidence bordering on self-satisfaction that made even his simple phrases sound like come-ons. “Nice.” He gazed down at his arms and the furry chest and a spark of recognition flashed across his face. “I’m that dude!”
“What dude? Oh, Christ, yes, right there, rub your thumb right there ag.... ohhh, fuck.”
“The dude from my dream!” Robbie and Mitch both raised an eyebrow as Caleb continued. “I had the hottest, most erotic, most realistic wet dream in my life last night. I swear I thought it was real! It was like, wave after wave of dudes like us, huge muscular twin-dicked behemoths all fucking each other stupid. And at the end, just when you woke me up, I was this one extraordinarily handsome dude fucking this other extraordinarily handsome dude’s extraordinarily handsome butt, and it was like I was both dudes at the same time, and one was black, huge bald guy, shoulders out to here, deadly beautiful smile, chest so big that...”
“Dude.”
“What?”
“You’re doing it again.”
Caleb looked down at himself and realized he’d just physically changed into the duplicate of the huge, beautiful bald-headed African American he was just describing, right down to his two uncut glorious dark pythons drooling streams of precum. His chocolate skin was smooth and gorgeous, and his chest had swollen to impossible proportions, capped with fat nipples pointing at the forest floor. “Holy fuck.”
“Dude. What are you doing?”
“More to the point,” Mitch added, “how are you doing that?”
Caleb shrugged his giant shoulders, as his hands roamed across the dark muscular contours of his body. The sensation was an odd one, because it looked to his eyes as if someone else’s fingers were moving across someone else’s 8-pack abdominals, but he could feel the warm, silken flesh under his own touch, and he could feel the sensation of those powerful hands applied against his own stomach. “I don’t know,” he said softly.
“Do it again!”
He raised his bald head, a look of wonder in the almond-shaped, midnight-dark gaze of a man called Frazz whom he had never met. “But,” he answered in the other man’s deep, musical voice, “I don’t know how I’m doing it.”
Mitch tilted his head as he gazed on the perfection of the dark-skinned man. “Just close your eyes and think about that dream. Think about some other man you saw.”
He did. Caleb straightened and closed his eyes. His new form relaxed, arms at his side, breathing slowly. A look of calm determination fell across his face as he traveled back to the world of incredibly beautiful men inside his head, opening the vault of images and sensations that he had been experiencing in his dreams.
Mitch’s mouth dropped open and Robbie gasped and sighed as they both stood in mute astonishment while Caleb’s body began to cycle through a catalog of glorious masculine perfection, adopting the appearance of dozens of men one after the other. His skin tone changed, his body swelled and adjusted, and his face altered itself as his mind conjured up one monsterously muscular specimen after the other. He looked like a Latino giant with full lips and long, lustrous dark hair hanging to a bubble butt of epic beauty. He looked like a blonde All-American god with thick vascular brawn bulging thick and heavy from his frame. He looked like a vision of athletic youth, with a face so gorgeous that Robbie swooned with desire. His chest was a pair of thick globes, then a set of massive square plates, then a collection of cabled muscle with skin so thin that every fiber of power flexed and stretched. His nipples enlarged to silver dollars, then shrank to tiny dark caps. Forests of dark curls swam across his skin and then disappeared entirely.
Again and again he changed, and every new man he became seemed more gorgeous than the last.
Inside his head, Caleb was able to easily draw the men out of his memory as if they were all resident inside him. He could hear their voices, feel their emotions, recognize the individual man inside the miraculous muscular bodies and sense, more than anything, the same constant stream of physical strength and sexual power that pulsed inside of him now. They were each different, each beautiful, and all the same as he was.
Perfection.
“Jesus,” Robbie whispered. The soft sound drew Caleb out of his reverie and he opened his eyes and looked at his companions, resolving at last back into his own form.
“That was weird,” he said at last, smiling. He looked down at himself and recognized the body as his own newly augmented one.
“I’ll say,” Robbie agreed. “And, like, cool! Shit, Caleb, can you be me?”
“You?”
“Yeah, can you change into me?”
He shrugged, and did it. There were small inconsistencies about his duplication, but he looked essentially the same as his friend. To Mitch, it was hard to tell them apart. “Apparently, I can.”
“Fuckin’ a!” he said, before attacking himself with his lips, kissing his other mouth and running his hands across the muscled contours of his other body. He moved his lips to Caleb’s ear and said, “This is a fantasy I’ve had,” he admitted. “I want to make love to myself. My new self. It’s weird, I know, but what the fuck, right? If you had the chance to live out a fantasy, wouldn’t you take it?”
Caleb could find nothing wrong with the idea, other than its obviously egocentric overtones -- but who could blame Robbie? He was undeniably gorgeous, and there was something definitely hot about fucking himself, so Caleb kissed his duplicate back and tightened their embrace. “Far out,” he answered.
Mitch was slightly perturbed at the turn of events until he decided to just stand back and enjoy the action. Watching twin Robbies going at each other was unquestionably hot. He already found Robbie to be the most sexually attractive person he’d ever been with -- and now there were two of them!
“Can I... uh...”
Robbie -- it was hard to tell if it was Robbie-Robbie or Caleb-Robbie -- looked over and winked, and Mitch didn’t need more coaxing than that.
The identical twin muscle men unlocked from their embrace and Mitch dove into the middle of them, effectively becoming the meat in a Robbie sandwich. Everywhere he looked, he saw Robbie’s beauty surrounding him. Robbie kissed his mouth and sucked on his cock. Robbie’s perfect ass opened for him and his shoved his hard-on inside as Robbie’s cock penetrated his own ass. Robbie sucked Robbie’s dick, and Robbie pushed his tongue into Robbie’s mouth while Mitch rode his ass and licked his other ass. Mitch fucked both asses with his twin monsters and sprayed gallons of hot cream over the two sets of Robbie’s massive pecs while Robbie made out with Robbie.
It was both a mindfuck and a real fuck, and when it was over Caleb morphed back into himself and had a huge smile on his face. “That was fun,” he concluded simply.
“I wouldn’t mind doing that with two of you,” Robbie told Mitch, just before kissing his mouth eagerly.
“That can be arranged,” Mitch’s voice answered, and they both looked over to see that Caleb had now changed into Mitch’s twin, and he was already sporting a huge erection between his muscled legs.