Transform: New Blood 33
by AKA
Bryan placed the phone back in its receiver and turned around. His two companions stood staring back at him, completely naked and completely unbelievably gorgeous. They were three well-muscled, over-sexed, super-potent giants, nearly as wide as they were tall, with bodies overwhelmed with bulging masses of incredibly dense and powerful muscle.
The store clerk, whose name he still didn’t even know (though he was more than familiar with the young man’s thick cock) was standing there with a goofy smile on his face, his dick still hard and throbbing with every beat of his heart. A thin string of honey drooled from its tip and ran down its red, shiny shaft, making it gleam invitingly. Bryan could smell the dude from 12 feet away. His hands were flexing open and closed, and the sinews and veins along each forearm bulged and flexed. He licked his bottom lip as his gaze drifted down Bryan’s own incredibly beautiful frame, focusing at last on his own ample prick which suddenly felt hot and heavy.
The other man, Tony, whose most remarkable physical asset had previously been a jutting, perfect ass that sat on two of the largest pair of legs that Bryan had ever seen, now possessed a body that more than met his butt’s challenge for size and perfection of form. His chest heaved as he breathed, a slim trickle of sweat glistening between the fat, heavy mounds of brawn mounted like twin mountains on his upper body. His 8-pack abs swelled and receded and his cock, huge and eager, was as hard and tall as the clerk’s. It was clear that whatever had overcome them all was still working its magic, because they’d certainly had time to exhaust their libidos.
But if they felt even a tenth as anxious as Bryan did, they could keep fucking for hours.
Tony spoke. His voice was deep and powerful, almost ludicrously masculine as it emerged from between his full, moist, kissable lips. “Well?”
The single word entered Bryan’s head and swam due south, filling him with erotic fantasies he knew they could all enjoy. He shrugged his mighty shoulders and a smirk crossed his mouth. “Said we should get back to the gym ASAP. Said there wasn’t anything we could do about it, and it was likely to... uh, sorry, what’s your name?”
The clerk looked up. “Garry.”
“Nice to meet you Garry. Now, could you stop jerking off for a minute or two? It’s kind of distracting and very inviting.”
Garry smiled brightly and laughed. “Yeah, sorry dude. You are just so, y’know, fucking amazing looking and I just can’t seem to control myself.”
“Believe me, I understand. But just hang on a minute, okay?” Garry took his hand from his fat dick and wiped his palm across his broad and muscular chest, leaving a shimmering path of precum. “Thanks. Anyway, I spoke with Adam, who’s kind of in charge of the whole place, and he apologized to me and asked me to please convey his apologies to you two gentlemen as well.”
“Sounds like a polite sort of man,” Tony observed.
“Adam is… kind of remarkable in many respects. But he said we need to get back there and then he’d explain a few things and help us out.”
“Help us out?”
“He said that there were a few complications he needed to explain to us in person, and that what happened was accidental and unforeseen, and that we’d likely be feeling some ‘rather startling and strange after-effects’ of what happened – his words – and probably an understatement given… everything.” Bryan’s handsome face turned sheepish for a moment. “This is sort of my fault, though I promise you I had no idea this would happen.”
Tony brought his hands up. The gesture made his shoulders mound up and swell with wedges of muscle, and the arch of his pectorals swelled and flexed. “Don’t misunderstand me, I’m not angry or disappointed. I mean, this,” he said, looking down at his naked body and moving his hands across its new, bigger contours, “is pretty much what I’ve been shooting for ever since I first stepped into a gym or lifted my first weight.” He grabbed hold of his mammoth dick and squeezed out a thick gob of precum. “Much more.”
“What about you, Garry?”
“Dude, you hear me complaining? I just experienced the hottest sex I’ve ever had and feel like I could keep going for a few more sessions with you two, if you’re up for it. I mean, it’s not like I was expecting it – like, who could, y’know? But, dude… this is fucking sweet!”
Bryan and Tony both rumbled with deep laughter and then sighed almost at the same time. “Still, we’re faced with a bit of a dilemma.”
“Which is?”
Bryan looked at Tony and felt a chilling thrill of lust shock his system. Fuck, the man was sexy! “We’ve kind of outgrown our clothes. And we can’t wander out of here and get back to the gym butt naked. Well, I guess technically we can – only legally, it’s problematic. If you see my point.”
“Indeed I do,” he agreed. “It just seems like such a shame to cover even an inch of you up. But I do see your point.”
“Dudes? Hello? This is a fucking athletic clothing store! We can just, like, take some stuff and, like, no worries, y’know?”
“I can pay for it,” Tony said, automatically reaching for his wallet, and instead pressing his hand to the hard, warm, perfect mound of his right ass cheek. “I mean, if I can find my pants.”
The three of them tried to fit their bulks into a variety of clothes until finding anything that would fit over their muscular enormities. When it came down to it, it wasn’t their muscles that caused the most problem, since the store had a limited quantity of XXXXL shirts and pants designed to cover the largest bodybuilders.
It was their sexual equipment that was their biggest problem, literally.
Even men with large cocks seldom had to contend with anything over eight inches, and then their dicks were more likely to be thin as well as long. Packing them into pouches wasn’t that difficult.
But these three were now gifted with rather more than the average length and thickness of cock. Indeed, they owned cocks of such ample abundance and considerable girth, not to mention the fact that they seemed to stay semi-rigid even when left alone and were constantly swelling into engorged erections what with all the handling.
They had, at first, decided to just allow them to swing freely inside their pants, but the constant jostling and rubbing and friction made them swell to sudden enormity. Garry’s even managed to actually rip its way through a pair of the cotton pants, though it must be said that the young man rather enjoyed the idea of his cock being strong enough to tear through his pants, and he had done little to avoid the situation.
The best they could do was arrange themselves into three extra-large, stretching pouches of some athletic supporters that still hung forward with their cargo to an uncomfortable extent. After cupping their ample sets of balls into the pouches, there was almost no room for their dicks, and as it was the helmets still pushed toward freedom.
Even so, their clothing would turn out to be the least of their problems. For Transform had its own goals in mind, now that it had been unleashed.
Bryan rather liked to be stared at. It was a new experience, and he knew that some of the people saw him and Tony and Garry, as freaks. They were enormous men, easily over seven feet high each, and Bryan approached eight feet of massive masculinity. They had shoulders stretching out by the yard, and the muscle that was packed on their gigantic frames bulged almost absurdly, except that they looked altogether amazing. Every muscle so perfectly formed, so beautifully shaped, so completely perfect.
Or maybe they were staring at the meat they were packing in their shorts. Each of them owned a good foot of thick cock, and Bryan’s was probably another four inches beyond that. On his 8-foot frame, maybe it didn’t look so big. On the other hand, the way the damned thing insisted on remaining semi-rigid no matter how much he and his companions managed to satiate its sexual hunger made the outline of its contour obscenely overt.
He kind of liked it. He felt in some ways that hiding such a beautiful tool was a crime. He wanted to haul his beauty out and show it off. It was gorgeous, and perfect, and everyone should see it!
Within the shopping mall, which was now less crowded but hardly abandoned, the three men paraded through the people they encountered like gods. They knew they looked good, it was hard to deny that fact, and they knew their sizes would make them stand out absurdly, but what they didn’t know that they had each become like leaky balloons filled with Transform, and in their wake they were leaving a steady, though very thin, stream of the very engine that powered their own fantastic evolutions.
The women who encountered the transparent mist of Transform noticed nothing at all. They could certainly smell the testosterone pouring from the trio of muscled giants and felt a sexual pull toward them, but it was the men who came in contact with the fog of masculinity trailing behind them that realized sudden and almost magical changes.
Ordinarily, a Transformed man has full control over their ability to make other men over. These men knew nothing of that capability, and nothing at all of its need. They were simply walking through a shopping mall, swollen with power, hungry for sex, and trying to get back to the gym so they could figure this all out – while a faint but potent cloud of Transform billowed around their muscle-packed bodies.
Marvin Collins was a middle-aged man visiting the mall to pick up his suit at Sears. It had been altered accordingly to fit his aging body, with its pot belly and sagging shoulders and non-existent chest. He’d never been particularly athletic and had never been considered remotely sexy by anyone, including his wife of 16 years who was at home watching a rerun of Designing Women on Lifetime, probably unaware of his absence.
He saw the three men approaching and felt a tremble of fear swimming through his feelings of awe. They were huge. There were three of them. And the clothes they wore could barely contain them. They were moving slowly, but with an obvious aim, and coming straight for him.
For a moment, he froze in place. The urge to fight or flight was moving particularly quickly toward the latter. He’d never encountered anything like this in his life.
Then the one in the middle, the one who seemed more animated than the other two, looked directly at him and smiled. It was a smile of incandescent beauty and something else, something more lewd and… lustful. The word sprang into his head. Lustful.
They were very close now, looming ever larger, and his fear was still there, keeping him immobile, even as the man’s smile increased in wattage and the he nudged against the other two men and nodded in his direction. Another of the men, the tallest of the three, seemed to nod toward Marvin and even waved toward him, slightly. The movement of his arm made the muscles swell against his sleeve. One of the seams on the underside split open. Marvin could see a dark pit filled with curls. A sudden strong scent hit him fully and he inhaled curiously.
Something in his crotch twitched. It was an unfamiliar feeling, one he hadn’t felt in several years. He felt quite warm, too. The hairs at the back of his neck prickled and his balls tingled. He drew in a breath and felt his shirt grow tight, particularly across his shoulders and chest. He felt something unusual at the lower extremes of his normally sagging chest, where his nipples were. They felt good. Really good.
The feeling in his pants grew stronger, and he suddenly realized what it was. He was getting an erection. Very quickly. His first erection in years. One of the men, the smiling one, looked down at his pants and then winked at him. “Nice,” he said. Something about his voice caused Marv’s penis to throb and swell. His mouth went dry and his shirt grew tighter, still.
As they past him, the scent grew very strong, like sweat and something else, something more rank and deeply funky. Marv’s shirt shrank against his skin and two buttons popped off. The sleeves were now uncomfortably tight and Marv’s dick swelled suddenly to rock-hard fullness and he released a quick flood of warm wetness inside his pants.
Aaron and Julio were standing at the entry to GameStop, walking out with a used copy of Unreal Tournament III in a plastic bag. They had stopped dead when they saw what looked like three characters from the game walking toward them. Cartoonishly huge men with unbelievably huge muscles and overly masculine faces moving slowly through the mall, much larger than anyone else around.
Aaron said, “What the fuck?” and Julio nodded. “Shit, look at their fucking arms!” he said, pointing like a tourist at the zoo. Aaron shook his head as if trying to wake from a dream. “Who the fuck are they? Like, some fucking bodybuilder convention or some shit?”
“Dude, they are ripped! And fucking bigger than any bodybuilder I ever seen.” Julio was proud of his own progress, and had even performed for three jerk-off vids he’d posted for the ladies at XTube, but he never told Aaron about them. He’d think he was a faggot, for sure. He had a nice, lean six-pack and some pretty nice arms, but nothing like what was walking towards them.
Aaron had seen Julio’s videos. Shit, everyone knew about them. He’d jerked off to his friend’s cum sessions more than once, alone in his room, watching Julio’s uncut cock swell and spurt its load over his friend’s rippled belly. He fantasized about licking the load off him. But he never mentioned a word of it to his friend. He liked muscles, he liked dudes, but he sure as fuck wasn’t gay.
Garry looked over and saw the two teens staring at the trio. “Watch this,” he said quietly.
“What’re you gonna do?” Bryan asked, equal parts curious and cautious.
“Just watch. That dude on the left? The black dude? He is so getting off on us. What happens if we just kind of… give him a little show?”
Aaron was sweating. Something sweet and funky hit his senses, he could smell and feel it, whatever it was. It smelled like cum and leather and earth. It smelled like power and muscle and sex. He gulped it inside. His long cock swelled thick and pushed out a stain of precum.
Julio couldn’t take his eyes off the three men. Then Garry lifted his arms and gave the teen muscle fans the double-bi of their lives. The biceps and triceps mounted on his arms grew suddenly too enormous for his XXXL shirt, and he ripped right through the sleeves like tissue paper. The sound of ripping material echoed like gunshots.
“Fuck.” Julio suddenly felt puny. Aaron’s cock went into overdrive and he pulled the bag with the video game over his swelling erection. “Did you see that, dude?”
Aaron’s face was beet red when Julio looked at him. “What’s wrong, dude?”
Aaron didn’t answer. He was too busy watching what Tony was doing. The other man had lifted up his shirt and was rubbing his big paw across the most defined and beautiful set of abs that Aaron had ever seen. The mans skin was paper thin against the bulging masses of muscle, and his navel seemed to smile at Aaron. A dark forest of curls erupted across the lip of his pants, and something huge was coiled in his loins and trying now very hard to escape. He could see the shape of the man’s cockhead pressed against the cotton material. It looked like it was growing.
Julio looked back to see what had grabbed Aaron’s attention and he went silent. The same invisible fog of subtle Transform surrounded him and coated his arms and face with a mist of power. His body heated up and the wonderful pain of muscular development suddenly overwhelmed him as his body increased in mass across every inch, every muscle slowly and slightly swelling. The arm holes of the ribbed cotton athletic shirt stretched to accommodate the lats that swelled outward. His belly tightened and his six-pack formed more fully.
Aaron’s cock was growing. He could feel it. He wished he’d worn underwear. Why hadn’t he worn underwear? His prick pushed intently against his jeans. It was hot and heavy and hard. Another gush of precum erupted. His balls were churning and his chest and shoulders and arms felt hot, for some reason. A slim inch of his dark flesh was exposed between his waistband and the hem of his shrinking shirt. His belly was growing increasingly cobbled, like a crate of eggs, and the tip of his cock slowly pushed its way north.
Julio looked over at his friend and Aaron’s eyes were closed. He was reaching down toward his crotch. Julio followed his hand and saw the dude’s prick peeking over his jeans. Julio’s eyes widened at the sight of Aaron’s cock head, gleaming and plump, slowly emerging from his pants. Julio’s hand was covering Aaron’s dick before Aaron ever reached it. Then Julio began slowly rubbing his thumb over Aaron’s uncut majesty. A stronger rush of Transform hit the pair as the three muscular men passed them. And Aaron shot a thick, hot load of cream all over Julio’s hand.
Johnny “JJ” Johansen was considering leaving the mall to go outside for a smoke when movement drew his eye from the exit. Something big was coming toward him. He nudged his friends Carl and Manny and nodded at the big dudes walking up the mall toward where they were hanging out by the entrance. “Check it out.”
Carl looked up and his breath caught. “Fuck,” he said. And then, “What the fuck?”
“I know,” JJ agreed. He had an unlit cigarette in his hand and he handed the pack to Carl, who took out his own cancer stick without thinking. Manny didn’t smoke, but he hung out with these dudes and was more of a tag-along than anything else.
His eyes were glued to the approaching wall of giant muscles. “Dude, the middle guy.”
He referred to Bryan, who was the largest of the three and clearly the Alpha Male. The one on the right, Garry, had burst through his sleeves and they hung in tatters from his gargantuan arm. Every highly-developed and intensely defined cable of raw brawn was exposed along his arms, flexing as he moved. Tony was still rubbing his belly with his hand, and his cock was approaching full mast, now, nearly 16 inches long and thicker than any beer can. The three men were smiling and laughing, now, amused at the effect they were having without realizing the extent of the real effects of their passage.
But Bryan was larger, still, than either of them. The two boys, barely 16 years old, drew his attention and he smiled at them, giving them a ‘what’s up?’ jerk of his chiseled chin and gifting them with a gorgeous smile. He said something to the other two guys with him, both almost equally as huge, and they slowed and all three looked at JJ, Carl and Manny standing thunderstruck at the door.
“Think we should?” Tony asked, now smiling as well.
“Looks like they want a show,” Bryan rumbled. “Why not give ‘em one?”
Tony shrugged his wide mountain range of shoulders. “What could it hurt?”
Bryan reached down to the hem of his XXXL shirt and started to lift it from his body. Tony and Garry followed suit, slowly stripping their torsos naked and showing off what they had hidden beneath the voluminous material.
“Fuck,” Carl said again. He watched the trio exposing ungodly muscular bodies. Muscle on top of muscle. He watched it all moving like a symphony of raw power, every fiber and cable and wedge of brawn flexing and folding and bulging as the men pulled their shirts off their bodies.
It was unimaginably erotic to him. He’d never seen or felt anything like it. The three men were doing this for his benefit. He knew it. It was a show of power and domination that was both masculine and sexual at the same time. A sudden warm draft of air seemed to surround him as he watched, unblinking, as the fat inches of hard brawn were slowly exposed for his benefit.
The dude in the middle had an amazing upper body. He was having some difficulty managing the shirt off his arms, they were so big. When he lifted the shirt above his chest, Carl gasped audibly at the sheer size of his pecs. Inches deep, thick as fuck, with huge, round nipples mounted on them. As he lifted the shirt over his head, the bicep of his left arm balled into swollen power and looked like a huge baseball, round and fat.
Finally the dude was naked from the waist up, and Carl felt his cock twitch.
JJ had his eyes on the guy on the left, on Tony’s slowly revealed muscular form. The guy in the middle was huge, no doubt about it, but there was something more raw and feral and overwhelmingly powerful about the smaller guy on his right. Tony’s body was packed with muscle. It bulged almost to the point of breaking through his skin. Bryan had a wealth of perfectly formed brawn, but Tony’s was awesome because it looked uncontrollable. Every muscle was so large and so distinct that he seemed to swell outward with every movement.
Manny had remained silent throughout, but his body was doing plenty of talking as he watched Garry pull the shirt form his body. Bryan was beautiful, and Tony was mammoth, but what Garry had was raw, unbridled sexuality. It emanated from him like light and heat. He moved with a sexual swagger too raw to ignore. His body was dripping with sexual power, from his very large and luscious nipples to his full, pouting lips to his sexy dark gaze, everything about him seemed to wrap itself around Manny’s throbbing dick and suck. His body was a collection of supple, athletic power that seemed designed to draw the eye to every powerful contour, every bulging line of power, and focus it all into a beam of pure, hard, full masculine sexuality.
“Damn,” Bryan said softly. “I do believe that young man has a boner.”
“And an impressive one, at that,” agreed Tony. His own cock was throbbing hard, and wanted release.
“We need to get wherever it is we’re going,” Garry announced, “before I lose control and start to fuck someone’s fine ass right here.”
“Agreed,” Bryan said, and he tucked his shirt into the back pocket of his loose pants. The three laughed as they passed their audience, flexing and posing their collection of brawn and sending a cloud of Transform that showered muscular and sexual development over the trio of teen boys standing transfixed and in awe of their combined physical beauty.
Carl’s dick exploded as his shirt slowly ripped itself apart down the center of his chest, blooming with muscle. JJ felt his asshole tingle and his balls swell as his arms grew slightly larger with brawn and his shoes felt suddenly too tight. The seams of Manny’s Levis split along each swelling thigh and he rose two inches taller while his own cock, throbbing hot and hungry, fountained three fat spurts of cream inside his jeans.
The doors of the mall closed behind Bryan, Tony and Garry and they emerged into the evening air, feeling exceptionally good.
The three muscular giants caused a slight degree of pandemonium on their way back toward the T Gym. At least a dozen more men succumbed to the unintended cloud of faint Transforming power, small but still potent, as they slowly made their way along the three blocks in the downtown area. Men’s bodies would slowly start to change as they approached, and the changes would accelerate as they passed by and then suddenly dissipate as quickly as they had appeared.
Sometimes the changes were very subtle, adding centimeters to cock lengths or increasing the overall muscle mass of a man by a few pounds. Other times, depending on the wind and the level of arousal of the trio, the changes were more pronounced. Shirts ripped apart. Pant seams split. Zippers broke and crotches spilled their newly grown contents forward. Beards sprouted along jaw lines. Forests of curls erupted across chests and bellies. Balls swelled with seed, assholes tingled, nipples throbbed.
They left no man completely unchanged, and some were so overwhelmed that they followed along behind the trio like bees to honey, feeling themselves growing increasingly powerful and overwhelmingly horny.
The three of them weren’t completely unaware of their effect, but they assumed it to be a natural reaction to their mere presence and part of what Adam had called those ‘rather startling and strange after-effects.” After all, hadn’t the three of them erupted with dozens of pounds of new muscle each, and sprung gigantic cocks that spewed gallons of hot cum? Weren’t they the fucking hottest things on two legs? Why wouldn’t everyone else notice them, and want them, and feel their impact as they strode the streets, muscular gods among men?
Adam’s eyebrows rose over his clear blue eyes as he looked at the three men standing before him. One was well-known to him, the other two were newcomers, though certainly no less welcome as brothers in his extended family. The circumstances of their appearance in his office at the Transformation Gym, however, were worrying.
The plan had been simple and seemed to be working, but now reports were surfacing with alarming regularity that the perfect plan was perfectly flawed, and that the mastery he assumed they possessed over their unique modification was proving to be anything but.
“Should I not have…?” Bryan didn’t finish his sentence. Tony looked slightly guilty and the third man, a teenaged athletics store clerk named Garry, was still goggle-eyed and staring with open lust at Adam’s towering naked body.
Adam smiled. “Not have fucked them?”
“Technically,” Tony said, his baritone rumbling like an earthquake, “I fucked him.”
“It wasn’t exactly an unforeseen likelihood, Bryan,” Adam explained. “Now that you know the whole truth, you can no doubt see that sexuality is as powerful a part of us as this is.” He bent his arm and the muscles swelled into enormous perfection. The room seemed to grow slightly warmer, and Adam seemed to grow slightly more beautiful, if such a thing were possible.
“But we have control.”
Adam nodded. “If we choose to have control, we have control. However, losing control isn’t necessarily a bad thing.”
“Fuck, no!” Garry’s vote in favor of Adam’s observation was anything but subtle.
All three of the men who had inadvertently discovered a hint of the power that Transform delivered were now fully Transformed members of the brotherhood. They were attending a kind of summit meeting regarding the current state of affairs within the loose confederation of super-powered super-sexual supermen that included the Big Names within the family.
Todd, the original Transformed man and his paramour Stan, Chucker the Fucker and his dark-skinned lover Frazz, Dr. Carlos Martinez and Michael, Dr. Jerry Lassiter and his assistant and partner Kevin, youthful and exuberant Bobby and Joseph, Adam of course, and a half-dozen other men who had become important to the group for one reason or another, including the tattooed giant called Paul who had proven himself to have an adept mind and an incredibly sexual attitude, and a new recruit named Ahmed, a dark-eyed muscular beauty from Iran gifted a gag-inducing extra-fat cock with a wealth of foreskin and a very attractive scent that lingered about him perpetually. Paul always had an interesting and unusual way of looking at problems, and Ahmed had a keen intellect that often managed to find solutions to the stickiest problems.
Missing in action were the trio who had come to represent the military faction of the group, so far as that went. Scott Maddox, Sherman Tipton and the gorgeous Russian named Wolf were in absentia, undercover within the Main Office trying to discern their next move as well as emancipate a growing number of Brothers who had been captured and were being held “for their own good” by that agency’s new Head of Operations, an asshole known only as Mr. Peck.
What was being discussed now was where the Brotherhood should go next, and what to do – if anything – about the still-expanding powers of the extraordinary agent that had changed them all into the collection of hyper-masculine muscle monsters with seemingly unstoppable libidos that they were now.
It was becoming clear that Transform seemed to be controlling them, rather than the other way around. Or so it seemed to some of them.
Carlos pulled a thin breath through his nostrils. “I want to believe we retain control, but…”
“I still think it’s just a case of providing all the information necessary, and not holding anything back,” Chuck said, testily. There was no fucking way he was going to take a step backwards from where he was now.
Adam turned to Bryan. “Could you have contained yourself?”
He shrugged his massive shoulders. “Hindsight is 20-20.” He gestured toward the muscular monster with the beautiful bubble-butt and tree trunk legs next to him. “Could you have held back, if you saw this rounding the corner? I mean, just look at him!”
They all gazed on Tony’s awesome collection of muscles and had to agree. It would have been very hard for any of them to resist him. Tony smiled awkwardly and slapped Bryan’s ass playfully. “Aw, shucks,” he said.
Tony’s slap may have been playful, but for Bryan it drove home exactly why they were having this discussion. The slap on his naked ass flesh propelled a sudden hard flash of sexual bliss through his whole body. Nothing felt bad, everything felt good. And everyone looked good. Better than good. Better than great. Approaching unbelievable, actually. If he thought he felt horny before, it was nothing to the constant hum of sexual desire that ran through him like life’s blood, the room was practically flooded with it. His cocks continuously tingled and throbbed. His skin felt warm and sensual. The merest touch of another man’s hand on his body made him hard as a rock.
“Is it always like this?” he said aloud, almost as an afterthought.
Chuck looked at him with his lop-sided grin and answered, “If you’re lucky.” He then gave his dark-skinned giant of a lover a deep, passionate kiss on his thick, soft lips.
“It just seems like it would drive a guy nuts, always feeling so… sexually charged.”
“There are compensations,” Carlos clarified. “You have total control of your physical properties. Your mind is in control, but your mind is the one also receiving a near total and constant stream of sensory stimulus. Visual, tactile, aural…”
“Did he say, ‘oral’?”
Carlos smiled at Chuck. “That, too. It has always had to deal with that, but Transform adds a new layer of stimulation on top of that. Sexually, a Transformed man is over-stimulated. It’s a by-product of the process, it’s how we handle the overwhelming amounts of testosterone coursing through us all the time. Violence curtailed into libido. We just could not have foreseen the…”
“The degree of libido that Transform would ultimately provide.” Jerry finished his science partner’s summation. “It’s controllable, to some extent. Unfortunately, there’s very little desire to control it. The brain feeds on stimulation. Any stimulation. In our cases, it just tends to detour into a carnal state.”
“There’s nothing unfortunate about it,” Chuck concluded. “As long as we have each other, there’s no problem.”
“Fuckin’ A!” Gerry agreed.
“The problem,” Bryan said softly, “is when we don’t.”
“An error in judgment,” Adam agreed, placing his heavily muscled arm across Bryan’s shoulders. He looked at the group as a whole. “The question remains, what, if anything, should we do about it?”
“Pairing off sounds like a first step,” Todd suggested. “As long as you have another Brother along for the ride, the chances that we’d feel obliged to, y’know, play with someone else’s genes…”
“Did he say ‘jeans’?”
“Chuck, please? For one minute? Be serious?”
“That’s Frazz’s job. It’s why we’re such a good match.”
“Todd has a point. There are many advantages to sticking together,” Paul said. He moved toward the center of the circle, and the figures of naked men on his painted skin seemed to dance across his muscles. He was like a living, moving painting, alive with color. “Not least of which is the threat presented by these assholes at Main Office.”
They’d been out of touch with the trio of infiltrators and didn’t know that Robbie, Jason and several others were now imprisoned at the Alaskan HQ. But they were aware of the dangers, and also of the need to keep track of who was being Transformed, and what happens to them afterwards.
“Alone, we’re a threat to others solely because of our need for sensuality and passion.”
“He means fucking,” Chuck said, clearing that up for anyone confused.
“And maybe ‘threat’ is overstating it, but I think we need to view it like that so we can refrain from any more… accidents.”
“Not that I’m complaining,” Tony said cheerfully.
“Fuckin’ A!” Gerry agreed.
“Hey, you won’t hear any complaints from us,” Bobby volunteered.
Joseph nodded his shaggy blonde head. “We’re never separate, anyway. Like we always say, ‘double your pleasure…’”
“Double your fun,” Bobby finished, grinning.
“But it’s not only for the protection of the general public of hot men out there, it also protects us should something in the nature of SelfSuckSam’s sudden disappearance occur.” Ahmed stood up, his clear, beautiful voice carrying easily. “We have certain talents to protect us, but I would suggest there is also the fatal flaw to consider. Our only defense is the very power we are attempting here to curtail. If we agree that the Brotherhood may no longer Transform men without thought of the consequences, we must also agree that our best defense is to escape our aggressors before capture. And if that’s the case, then having someone there as a distraction or an aid in our escape becomes vital.”
“No more spreading the seed without full disclosure? How’s that going to work?”
“What do you mean, Chuck?”
“What I mean is, do we get to wander around in all our glory acting like fucking Pied Pipers, so those men who choose to join us have the opportunity? No more hiding behind annoying clothes? No more tucking up the extra dingly dangly?”
“Hide in plain site,” Frazz said, summing it all up.
“In a manner of speaking. I think Adam has already provided one solution. The Transformation Gyms – three already, correct?”
Adam nodded to Michael’s question. “With your generosity, of course. This one here in St. Louis, one in Palm Springs and another in Annapolis. We’re avoiding huge metropolitan areas like New York and Chicago for now, and concentrating on cities nearby. It’s also easier to come by the warehouses and large buildings and enormous real estate we tend to require to more easily contain our…” He raised an eyebrow and cast a glance downward at his cocks. “Our bulk.” He smiled. He was, indeed, a very bulky man. “We already have plans for two more, one in Florida and another in Texas. Probably Austin.”
“Annapolis?” Bobby inquired.
“Navy boys,” Chuck growled, happily. “How I do love me some Fleet Week.”
“So we continue to save ourselves for the gym floor, but show ourselves off on the street. Parade the goods as an appetizer for the main meaty entrée later.” Todd emphasized ‘meaty,’ though he didn’t need to. There was a collective throaty chuckle among the men.
“Exactly. I know it’s not an optimal solution, but it also may tend to keep Main Office off our collective backsides, too.”
“How do you figure,” Chuck asked.
Michael said, “It will be harder for them to simply attack or restrain us when we’re so publicly visible. We all know how the rumor mill works. Once word starts to spread that the men at a certain gym are all exhibiting the various physical attributes that we all enjoy in such abundance, those who appreciate and desire those same attributes will make a pilgrimage to attain them, or at least view them on display.”
“And then it’s just a finger-wiggle and a wink away from some nice, fresh Transforming action!” Chuck slapped his hands together hungrily. “Excellent plan!”
“There’s a problem,” Ahmed observed. “If we are so actively advertising our presence and a location, wouldn’t it also be simpler for Main Office to simply round us all up at one of the gyms and subdue us? Or is there an exception to the rule of no Transforming without warning?”
Adam had the answer. “As we’ve observed, once a concentration of us exists in a single enclosed space, the environment becomes saturated with Transform. Any man entering a T Gym would become a member of the Brotherhood whether they wanted to or not.”
Jerry nodded. “These muscle centers, if you will, would act as focal points. No one could be immediately Transformed fully, but I would think that the level of Transform they absorbed merely by entering the area would be enough to… influence their natural violent tendencies to one more acclimated to our own state of mind.”
“Much more civilized,” Carlos said.
“And infinitely hotter,” Chuck added.
To be continued