Transform: New Blood 26
by AKA
Transformation Gym had been Adam’s idea from the start. The discussion at Michael and Carlos’s penthouse that one afternoon launched a curiosity inside his brain that he couldn’t ignore. The idea that Transforming others might not be a welcome change to a man’s lifestyle was completely foreign and almost unfathomable to him. Who wouldn’t want to have everything he could give to them? Why would anyone choose not to receive his gifts? Maybe there was more to this business than met the eye.
He began to ask other Brothers about their experiences, and their lives before being Transformed into giant sexual muscle monsters with unending appetites for physical pleasure and muscular power. Some related stories not unlike what he had been told that day -- that the Transformation was not entirely their own idea, and that they don’t know what they would have said at the time if it had been offered to them, rather than bestowed upon them without choice. None of them wanted to return to their old lives, but there were enough seeds of doubt that Adam began exploring alternative methods of welcoming new Brothers into the fold.
Adam, who had been born into this life of naked carnal perfection, did not know any other life. He had no way of knowing what it was to be merely human, to be tethered forever to the ground without the benefit of flight, to have a body limited in potential and one that did not react so purely and so completely and so spontaneously to physical and sexual stimulation. He had two cocks, this was perfectly natural. He could fly, or something very close to it. He could share his thoughts and emotions and memories with his brothers, and live and love with each and all of them intimately without fear or negative repercussions. He understood that others wanted to stop them, but he assumed it was only because they did not -- could not understand what he offered.
But he slowly absorbed the memories of others and could, to some extent, understand now that freedom had other aspects, including freedom of choice.
The most obvious answer was the Transformation Gym, and with some money from Michael and a large, available warehouse in the Midwest of the United States, the first T Gym was opened.
It was, to be blunt, an immediate success. The gym was like honey for the bees, attracting the sort of men who wanted to become bigger, more muscular, more masculine. Sorting out those who would be more likely to accept Transformation was a little like attuning one’s Gaydar. Who wasn’t just coming in to work out occasionally, but was actively engaged in the observation, appreciation and almost or blatantly lustful ogling of the men whom Adam brought with him, the Transformed Brothers who populated the gym on opening day and made a show of displaying their many and varied muscular talents for anyone who wanted to watch? Whose eyes lingers on the bulging curve of a muscle-swollen pec? Who stayed a little bit too long in the showers? Who really enjoyed hanging out naked in the locker room, and had little or no negative reaction to a little extracurricular activity in the steam room?
These men were put on the fast track to Transformation and became walking advertisements for others. They wore Transformation Gym workout wear that hugged their muscles and showcased their improved sexual equipment. They attracted the right kind of attention and increased the membership naturally, feeding Transform what it needed most -- a continual and fresh supply of men to keep improving and evolving itself, growing ever stronger with every new Brother.
And Adam was always the center of attention, more muscular than anyone, more beautiful, more loving, more of everything that Transform provided. Men grew stronger by the day, then by the hour, and finally they would be welcomed to the inner sanctum and Transformed utterly, swelling enormous with muscle and sex and capable of Transforming others at will, with as little as a kiss or as deep as a double-cock fuck.
After the initial indoctrination, Adam slowed things down. The next generation of men were brought into the fold at a more leisurely and measured pace. Transform could be dolled out in as much or as little benefit as the giver deemed. On the surface, it worked perfectly.
In theory, the men at T Gym believed that they could slowly upgrade the new members using gradual but constant input of Transform. The protein shakes at the juice bar had much more than protein in them. The warm fog inside the steam room masked another kind of mist that coated their naked forms. The sweat they left on the equipment, their naked flesh on the benches in the locker room, the whole place was basically a swarming growth mechanism of Transform.
They planned on controlling access and exposure to their special powers and the transforming agent that powered it, but Transform was not so easily controlled.
Bryan called into his place of employment shortly after being initially welcomed as a formal member of Transformation Gym by Adam to request an immediate two-week vacation. He had eight weeks saved up, he explained, and was feeling over-worked and just plain tired. If he didn’t get it, he said, he’d have to quit. He really needed some time off.
For the next two weeks, Bryan sank into an utter non-stop orgy of muscle and sex. When he wasn’t working out his body, he was working out his cock. Although he wasn’t fully aware of it, his initiation by Adam included the subtlest form of the amazing effects that some other members of the gym enjoyed in full. It was a way of sharing the benefits without being too overt about their full effects, and also to test new men and their attitudes about getting as big -- and bigger -- than humanly possible.
Bryan started out tentative in his new environment. Adam was, undoubtedly, the main attraction he had to staying at the gym on a nearly constant basis. The man was easily the most beautiful thing he’d ever laid eyes on, and every second that he was afforded to be with Adam was another moment in heaven’s embrace. He was addictive, and Bryan was definitely addicted.
The first three or four days, Bryan struggled to keep up. Everyone wanted to be with him. It was weird. There were so many more attractive and amazing looking men everywhere he looked, so why did anyone want to spend time with him? No one, of course, mentioned that the effects of Transform increased with each introduction of another man’s individual presence. Being with Bryan wasn’t actually the point. But he was new blood, and the effects of mingling with him brought about changes to the others that he wasn’t fully aware of.
Not that it worried him too much. Maybe he wasn’t the hottest thing on the floor, but the sex he had with these men -- with every last one of them -- was enough to blow his mind as well as his load. They were doing things he’d only seen in pornos, and their immense bodies, far from being musclebound, were incredibly flexible and almost impossibly talented. Their cocks were hard constantly. They came buckets. And then they came more buckets. They kissed with passion and need, there was never a tentative moment to anything they ever did and every second of the sex was like the best sex he ever had. Insatiable didn’t even begin to describe the amount of hot, deep, hard fucking these men provided. And he found himself able to keep up after only a couple of days.
He knew he was changing. He could feel it and see it on a daily basis. If it wasn’t that his body felt physically stronger and that he was making unheard of progress with his lifting regimen -- when he wasn’t being fucked silly, that is -- it was easy to tell that his body was growing very quickly when he tried on his clothes again after a few days of naked gym living. Everything was tight, except the waist on his old jeans, which were a bit looser. The sleeves of his polo shirt gripped his upper arms tightly, the legs of his Levi’s had a similar hold on his thighs and he was barely able to button the shirt’s chest across his own.
Far from being worried about this sudden and inexplicable muscular development, he gloried in it. Like his time with Adam, it was addictive. He stopped leaving the gym and spent all his time improving himself, which not only accelerated the gains he was making but somehow made him less tired and more able to couple with more men more often. It was a vicious cycle of growth and sex, each one feeding the other hunger, and it went on for days before the Greeting Squad suggested, politely, that he might want to venture outside the walls once in a while and breath in something other than sweat, testosterone and the scent of cum.
On the ninth day of his new life, squeezed tightly into his Transform Gym clothing, he was advised by Adam that it was probably time to go outside the testosterone-fueled environment of the T and told to perhaps go buy some other clothes that actually fit his swelling muscles. With that advice, he walked along the three city blocks from the gym to the nearest mall, dressed in his old jeans and the Polo shirt he first wore, wallet in hand and a smile on his face.
People stared openly at him as he walked. He was never a shy person, but the attention was, at first, somewhat worrying. Did he look too weird? Was something showing that shouldn’t? His dick never seemed to get much below a semi-hard state, lately, and when he shoved it inside his tight jeans the bulge it created verged on obscene. There was no mystery concerning just what was pressing so urgently against the denim, and every step he took rubbed his cock closer to full erection.
He certainly wasn’t unaware of his size, there were mirrors on every wall of the gym and he knew precisely what he looked like, naked, from just about every angle. He knew, as well, that his clothes were not just uncomfortably tight, they were positively indecent. His cock wasn’t the only thing not left to the imagination - every new bulging muscular curve pressed itself against the material fighting diligently to keep it all in, but the overall effect was that here was a bodybuilder gifted with an over-sized dick wandering the city streets in broad daylight, wearing painted-on clothing.
And this did nothing but keep his overactive libido turned up to eleven. He reveled in it. And when small tears began to make an appearance along the seams of his shirt and pants, he had to fight an urge to simply rip himself out of his clothes completely and get arrested for indecent exposure.
He wondered if all the stares were based on his beauty or his oddity. He wasn’t as huge as some of the other guys at the gym, but he was certainly packing it on. And every step made his dick grow harder and harder. It was as if the eyes that scanned him were bathing him in a wet heat that sunk into his flesh and kept his sexuality and masculinity turned all the way up. He wanted to strut and pose and show himself off. He reveled in the attention and the outright stares, whatever the cause.
Pushing into the cooled air of the enclosed mall, he was greeted with more of the same. He headed up between stores offering clothes and beauty products and toys, and every step made his cock harder, still. The head shoved intently against the material over his hip, and his fat shaft swelled thick and full, hot with blood against his skin and pulsing with caged sexual power.
The athletic store came into view when he rounded the corner and he bumped into a man who hadn’t seen him coming, a taller man exiting the same store to which Bryan was headed, and the other man’s physique was apparently equally impressive. His stature was only apparent because the clothing he wore was as loose as Bryan’s garments were tight. Where Bryan’s shirt did its best to cling to every muscular curve and crease of his upper torso, the other man’s billowing shirt hung like a balloon off his tremendous chest. Where Bryan’s jeans hugged the bulging contour of his swelling prick and suctioned itself onto the round glory of his muscled bubble butt, the other man’s drawstring pants did not let on whether the man was gifted with a horse cock or pinkie finger down below, though it was clear that the man had huge legs.
A chill of lust ran through Bryan’s body and made his prick throb and tingle. He looked into the man’s eyes and saw the same feelings returned, and when he mumbled, “Excuse me,” the other man, mouth agape, eyes wide, could only nod as he scanned the piece of prime male meat before him.
Bryan placed his hand on the other man’s upper arm, squeezing his bicep and tricep firmly, investigating his size, and moved around him. He could practically feel the man’s gaze on his butt as he walked toward the store and knew the man was following close behind him. He smiled to himself and rubbed his thumb across the urgent hardness of his cockhead. A small gush of precum rewarded his slight attention, staining his crotch with darkness.
He walked toward the racks of athletic clothes, favoring the dark colors and stretchy fabrics, having been warned that he was not done growing and should “plan ahead,” seeing in his mind’s eye the muscle-packed bodies of some of the other men at the gym, particularly the massive perfection of Adam himself. Another gush of precum shoved up the inches of his confined dick and the dark stain grew.
He was sorting through the Under Armor shirts when he felt the looming presence of someone behind him. A warmth came from that person, a kind of sexual heat that Bryan could actually feel permeate his own skin. The other person reached forward into the same rack and their hands brushed each other, and Bryan turned and looked into the face of the muscular man he’d nearly run down. “Hey,” he said, simply. His voice was deep and gruff, saturated with sexual need.
“Sorry,” the other man said.
Bryan turned fully to face him. “Sorry? What for?”
“Touching you,” he said. And then he actually blushed. He was gorgeous, to say the least. Short blonde hair, deep blue eyes, clean shaven and tanned. He had a broad nose, maybe it had been broken once, and ears that stuck out slightly. His long neck was equally thick, with a prominent Adam’s Apple. His muscled frame swelled beneath the loose pullover shirt, and a few curls of his chest hair wound over the top of the collar. He was as tall as Bryan, and a few pounds heavier. Definitely a prime candidate.
“I don’t mind being touched,” he said, boldly. “In fact, I quite enjoy it.” He smiled, and allowed his gaze to fall along the other man’s impressive body. “My name’s Bryan,” he said, offering his hand.
“Tony,” the other man responded, taking Bryan’s hand in a tight, assured grip. The muscles of his forearm twisted and flexed as they shook hands. Tony’s arms were covered in a thick network of vascular beauty. More of the golden curls coated his skin.
For Tony, he wasn’t sure why he was doing what he was doing. He’d never approached another man in this fashion before. He felt energized and hot and scared, all at the same time. He wanted something to happen, but he wasn’t sure what or why. The man had caught his attention like no man ever had. Even though Tony was perfectly aware that other men stared at his body in a lustful or envious way, he’d never felt that same attraction so strongly before. He admired other big men, certainly, and could admit a fascination and jealousy when another man’s arms were larger than his, or another man’s chest showed better definition, but what he was feeling now didn’t start in his head -- it started in his crotch.
Something about this dude was seriously turning him on. His body was certainly amazing, and he had an attractive face -- beautiful, in fact. His eyes, his mouth, he wanted to lean in towards him, he could feel a physical attraction as if gravity were pulling them together. He definitely wanted to see this other man, Bryan, naked.
Bryan’s smile increased when his eyes managed at last to fall upon the space between Tony’s legs, where he noticed a very definite bulge that was very definitely bulging bigger as their hands held each other. “Very happy to meet you, Tony.”
Tony gulped and licked his bottom lip. “Likewise, Bryan.”
They stood like that for several heartbeats. Tony appeared frozen, so Bryan decided to take the reins. He released Bryan’s hand and moved his own onto the other man’s shoulder. He squeezed him gently. “You look like a man who knows his way around this place,” he said lightly. “Got any advice for a newcomer?”
Tony pulled in a breath. “What.... what are you looking for?”
“Workout clothes, mostly,” he answered. “Been putting on some muscle and I need something new that will allow me to continue to grow.” He moved his hand down Tony’s arm slowly, feeling the other man’s hardness and warmth. “I plan on getting very big.”
“You’re pretty big already.”
Bryan nodded. “Thanks.” He looked at the rack of shirts. “How are these for working out?”
Tony followed his gaze over to the rack and said, “I like ‘em. They’re kind of expensive, but they’ll really last and they do a great job of holding up to a hard workout.”
“Good to hear.” Bryan tilted his head slightly. “What size do you think I should get?” He stepped away from Tony to show himself off. Bryan’s cock was approaching full mast and the bulge of his shaft was clearly defined along his hip. He performed a little double-bi and was rewarded with the sound of the material of his sleeves and upper back finally succumbing to his muscular size. His baseball biceps burst from the material and his upper back blossomed with muscle, tearing the back seam of the shirt open.
“Shit,” Tony whispered, and he lowered his grip to his own burgeoning hard-on to adjust himself.
Bryan huffed out a quiet laugh and lowered his arms. “Guess I’ll need an extra-large size.” He grabbed a shirt from the rack and asked, “Which way to the dressing rooms?”
“Follow me,” Tony said, and the two men wandered to the rear of the store where a set of mirrors stood. “They don’t really have a room, this is the best you can do.”
Bryan’s smile increased in wattage. “Works for me,” he said, and he stripped off his old shirt without another thought, revealing the incredible form and definition of his altered upper body. Transform was working its wonders on him, and he sported not only a perfect six-pack of deeply defined abdominals, but thick set of squared-off pecs and two fat nipples the size of silver dollars. Everywhere across his upper body, he was pure and perfect muscle. He paused to drop his shirt to the carpet and heard Tony gasp.
Bryan turned, naked from the waist up, and looked at his new friend. “You okay?” he asked playfully.
“You’re fucking ripped!” Tony stepped closer and raised his hand to touch Bryan’s body, then pulled it back.
“I told you,” Bryan responded, grabbing the other man’s hand and placing it against the broad muscular plate of his right pec, “I like to be touched.”
Tony looked around to see if anyone was looking, then he moved his hand across Bryan’s chest, marveling at the smooth, warm feeling of the other man’s skin, and the utter size and hardness of his augmented muscularity. As his palm moved over the swollen bud of Bryan’s fat nipple, a shock of deep erotic bliss erupted inside Bryan’s body and a fresh gush of precum pushed up his hard prick.
Bryan closed his eyes and pulled in a breath, wanted more than ever to rip the other man’s clothes from his body and suck his cock inside his mouth. “That feels good,” he said softly. He put his own hand over Tony’s and moved it back to the hard nub, pushing his chest into the man’s palm. Tony found himself rubbing the pad of his thumb across the firm tip of the other man’s nipple, and watching the man’s physical reaction to his attentions, surprised to feel a surge of sexual desire thrill his own body in response.
Bryan met Tony’s gaze with his own and leaned toward the other man’s face, tilting his head and softly pressing his mouth to Tony’s lips. Tony lifted his other hand onto Bryan’s chest and began to toy with both nipples, sending Bryan’s throbbing hard-on into overdrive. The weight and heat of his cock made Bryan swoon, but he was growing increasingly uncomfortable in the confines of his tight jeans. He pulled his mouth from Tony’s and said, softly, “Where can we go?”
Tony swallowed hard and felt a surge of fear rise inside him. “Go?”
Bryan nodded and pulled Tony’s hand onto the fat, firm bulge growing against his drawstring pants. “Don’t you want this?” he asked. “Don’t you want me? I know I want you. I want all of you.”
“I don’t...”
“Where can we go? Fast. Right now.” He pressed his half-naked form into Tony’s body and could feel the other man’s heat returned. Tony’s cock was hard, and hot.
“I can’t...”
“I want to suck your cock, Tony. I want to see you naked and I want to make you cum harder than you’ve ever cum.” He kissed him again and rubbed the other man’s prick, massaging the shaft and squeezing him firmly. “Where can we go?”
“I’ve never...”
Bryan kissed him again, deeper, harder, more passionately, pressing their bodies together, muscle to muscle. “Where can we go?”
“I... oh, fuck,” he answered, pushing his mouth back onto Bryan’s and kissing him back, standing in the back of the sporting goods store in the middle of the mall, wanting to be naked as much as he wanted to see Bryan’s body fully exposed and wrapped in his muscled embrace. “Let’s do it,” he whispered.