O’Melissokomos
The Bee Keeper

Transform: New Blood 41

by AKA

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Vital was smiling. There was no reason on Earth why he shouldn’t have been, feeling the way he did, having done what he had just done, and settled now into the most comfortable post-fuck embrace of his entire life, huddled against two of the fucking sexiest men on the planet, inhaling their individual sexy funky scents and feeling the warmth and strength and hardness of their naked bodies against his.

The light of dawn was filtering through the trees with silver-gray beams, and a cold night wind was giving way to a warmer morning breeze, smelling of pine and maple. His new body didn’t feel cold, and as he breathed in deeply and let out a contented sigh, his companions stirring from their silent slumbers.

Vital looked first at Caleb, who was in his arms, sleeping against his mammoth chest. He leaned his nose into the other man’s hair and pulled his scent into his lungs, making his cocks throb and swell with renewed desire. Caleb made small cooing noises and reached up to rub an itch from his nose and turned slightly in Vital’s arms, pulling them tighter around him.

A low rumble from behind him told Vital that Clancy was awake, too. He was laughing slightly and he whispered, “If you’re not careful, he’ll never let you go.”

That would be okay, Vital thought, and his smile grew brighter. “Is it always like this?”

“Like what?”

“Perfect.”

Clancy rumbled a deep, warm laugh again, his furry chest shaking under Vital. “It’s not bad,” he admitted. “Though I confess that some of the new… talents defy logical explanation.”

“Such as?” Vital reached his hand down and set it on one of Clancy’s cocks, slowly stroking him as the other man spoke. It seemed like the most natural thing to do, given the circumstances, and his own libido was far from satisfied even after hours of their non-stop three-way action.

“That feels great. Thanks for that.”

“No problem.” Vital grinned and watched Clancy’s dick react to his caresses, enthralled with the way it was both hard and pliable, wrappings its length shaft around his hand and stroking him back. “You were saying?”

“Well, just one example that springs to mind is the way your ass reacts to my cock.”

“Just my ass?”

“Well, everything reacts in a very… agreeable way, of course, and I confess that my experience with plugging a butthole with my cock was relatively limited prior to the past few days, but I never expected it to… suck… like that.”

“It is rather fascinating. It’s not just my ass, you know. Yours does it too, and quite enthusiastically.”

“And the way my cock – our cocks – can do what it’s doing right now. It’s hard as steel, I can guarantee you that, but I can make it do this,” he paused as his cock wrapped itself around Vital’s hand, “and this,” he added, as the piss slit released a sudden gush of clear honey, strongly scented with his masculine perfume, lubing up Vital’s strong grip, “and this,” he said, and his cock was lengthening and swelling larger and larger, the shaft thickening by the inch as the helmet bulged and flared. “I mean, I appreciate all those talents and I am constantly amazed at this body’s abilities to continually heighten and extend the sexual act, but I fail to see how any government would consider those important upgrades, as it were, to a soldier’s body.”

Vital chuckled deeply, shaking Caleb from his slumbers before the man readjusted and seemed to fall back asleep. “I doubt that those were the goals, in fact I know that they weren’t.”

“How do you know?”

“Do you imagine they would send anyone to capture or detain you without proper preparation. I had a full dossier on you – well, not you in particular, finding The Bear out here was an altogether pleasant surprise – but they provided me access to the entire database they’ve amassed on Transform and the seemingly endless evolutionary effect it has on the men exposed to it. All these special talents are, I would surmise, merely happy side effects of the essential goals.”

“Which are?”

“Strength increases, obviously, but also a much stronger connection between the mind and the body. Your muscles are literally at your command. Plus you have more of them, everywhere. Your cock is essentially a muscle, with much more pliability and control than it used to have. Your ass is lined with muscle. It’s all able to swell and contract and flex. But your cock retains its essential… cockness. It’s highly sensitive and responds to stimulation.”

“I’ll say,” Clancy growled, as a sudden flood of warm cream erupted from the cock Vital was having so much fun with. It splattered across both Vital’s and Caleb’s naked form and flowed over Vital’s hand. He watched the bright, warm cum pool into the deep crevasses between all the augmented muscle arrayed before his eyes, and then disappear their bodies absorbed it like fuel. A warmth and heightening of his sense of power and masculinity accompanied his body’s eager absorption of Clancy’s enhanced juice, and Caleb roused and sighed contentedly, opening his eyes and smiling with evident satisfaction.

“Thank you,” he responded.

“Believe me, that was my pleasure!” Clancy answered. “You up?”

Caleb was looking down at his own twin pythons, swelling with growth and pumping thick streams of lubing precum. “Evidently.” He grinned and started stroking his twins, taking one in each hand and slowly, reverently worshiping each towering salute to masculine power. “So these are made of muscle?”

“Not entirely, but enough that they can do that,” Vital answered, watching the other man’s cocks writhe and flex in sexual bliss. “And as you’ve no doubt noticed, all that cum your body now produces acts as a kind of fuel, both for your muscles and vitality as your sex drive. So don’t hold back.”

“Vital, I’m not a great believer in holding anything back anymore.” Two great ropey streams of white cream fountained up from each dick.

“I’ve noticed.”

“How many of us are there?”

“Hard to gauge that accurately, since the numbers keep increasing. It’s one of their main worries. Containment.”

“I can’t imagine why,” Caleb said softly, as another thick stream pumped up and splattered across his chest and neck and face. He licked it from his lips hungrily and continued spewing fat torrents and squirming against Vital and Clancy in obvious sexual bliss. “Fuck, this is hot.”

“Care to share?” Clancy asked, opening his mouth as Caleb attempted to aim one of his cocks at it, pushing out a lengthy, thick stream that splattered all over their three bodies until he managed to reach the target, as Clancy swallowed greedily.

Vital smiled and maneuvered his cocks toward Caleb’s tight hole, pushing the helmets against it until Caleb realized that someone was knocking at his back down and obligingly allowed entry, swallowing Vital’s uncut twins and pulling them inside using the curious sucking ability that Clancy had earlier discussed. Vital smiled and closed his eyes and began to piston his cocks inside Caleb’s ass without otherwise moving his body, using the newly discovered talents to fuck his friend’s ass without any outward evidence that it was happening.

Caleb closed his eyes and groaned in pleasure as Vital unleashed a sudden warm gush of his own cream at the height of his own orgasmic bliss, groaning deeply and resting his head against Caleb’s shoulder. Caleb’s body absorbed it all, sending cascades of power and ecstasy through his giant muscled form.

“Are you… are you fucking him?” Clancy asked, dumbstruck that he hadn’t even noticed that the man on top of him was fucking the man on top of him.

“I am,” he said softly. “Oh, fuck, it feels so good.”

Clancy chuckled at the two young men on top of his furry body having so much fun, and he decided to join them, moving his cocks to Vital’s asshole and shoving them home with a sudden, intense thrust. The daisy chain of fucking with Caleb on top, stroking his huge cocks to fountain streams of cream across the three of them made them all attain a kind of sexual nirvana – a perfect three-way fuckfest huddled in the comfort of the Canadian forest.

Eyes closed, engaged in this intense sexual congregation, they hardly noticed when their thoughts and sensations began to comingle with the thoughts and sensations of hundreds of men just like them, who were beginning to gather for the third Gathering of every Transformed man on the planet. And they answered the call together.

 

As soon as Maddox and Wolf and the others of the Brotherhood sent out the call to the mental network linking them together, Transformed men began to launch themselves into the sky from everywhere, travelling as quickly as the winds would carry them to the broad, cold lake in the Canadian woods.

Only rarely did startled onlookers witness the site of a hugely muscled and completely naked man pushing himself skyward. Transformed men found it simply easier and more prudent, given the outlawed nature of their state and the suspicious eye cast on them by any governing body aware of their existence, to remain virtually invisible to the public eye. There are any number of places to hide in plain site, and though the appearance of a man who had been Transformed is certainly startling and often shocking (given their preference for nudity and the occasional extra penis) it is always easier to come up with logical excuses for seeing something startling and shocking than to believe that something supernatural is going on.

Safe houses in most major cities, owned either by an individual Transformed man or the entire group, and the T Gyms being built more and more often, provided ample places of seclusion and openness that allowed a Transformed man to be his truest self, without attempting to compact all that beauty and power into a more palatable presentation.

As every Transformed man received the summons and started to arrive around the lake, it became clear to Carlos, Michael, Adam and the other so-called Fathers of the Brotherhood that their current semi-anonymous and semi-transparent presence in the world could not be sustained.

“My God,” Carlos said, “look what I’ve done!”

“What we’ve done,” Michael amended. “You started it, but it’s by no means any one person’s burden to bear.”

“You call this a burden?” Chuck joined the group of about 20 Transformed men who were looking around them at the hundreds if not thousands of other perfect, naked, muscular behemoths all going at it in every way they could. Chuck’s enormous body and handsome face were coated with a shining sheen of sweat, and it was clear that he had been doing his share of making everyone feel welcome. “I call this fucking amazing!”

Todd laughed. “You never change, do you?”

Frazz, who had joined Chuck and laid his darkly muscled arm across his longtime lover’s wide shoulders, shook his head and smiled. Chuck just laughed. “Not since you changed me, Todd.”

Adam was, as usual, overwhelmed with love. “We should do this more often,” he observed. “Everyone always has so much fun!”

Wolf, Maddox and Sherman had already filled in the others with the newest capability, courtesy Mason and his magical changing cell structure. And they got to finally meet the man responsible for the whole mess in the first place, the electronically talented Self Suck Sam himself, Robbie, now reunited with Mitch and wondering where the hell Caleb had gotten his fine ass to. Carlos’s partner in scientific crime, Jerry, was there, too, and no meeting was complete without the ever-youthful twin titans of Transformation, Bobby and Joe, frisky as puppies and horny as rabbits.

The area around the lake was like a super-heated bowl of sexual power. There were more naked men everywhere, and more arriving by the minute. Shouts of sexual release and long, deep, extended moans and groans of pleasure intermixed with joyous reunions and eager introductions, as men who had been Transformed by others introduced their hosts to their own progeny as if they were fathers. Only the fathers insisted that their children fuck the living daylights out of each other.

Cum was literally fountaining around them, spraying in thick ropes and splattering across the naked skin, to be soaked inside immediately. Mouths swallowed cocks whole. Tongues met assholes and pushed inside hungrily. Balls slapped butts as powerful manly thrusts pushed fat, hard, massive erections into hot, tight, welcoming holes. It was a muscle orgy of immense proportion, growing more manic and powerful with every new Transformed man’s arrival.

Though the Fathers could feel the pull of sexual power, they decided mutually that it was an opportunity for them to discuss the nature of the accidental society and new race of men they had created, and what to do next.

“It’s time,” Michael said.

“Do you think the world is ready?” Carlos was still hesitant, feeling responsibility and trepidation about the decision.

“Ready for what?” Chuck was practically bouncing with joy. “Fuck them if they aren’t ready for us. Frankly, I’d fuck them anyway.”

“Or they could fuck you,” Frazz added.

“I’m good either way,” Chuck agreed.

“How do we do it?” Carlos was looking at Michael.

“I’m certainly open to suggestions. The usual way is with a splashy ad in the New York Times and some publicity.” He paused for a moment, listening to the sounds of man-on-man sex happening all around him. “I doubt we’d have any trouble getting publicity. All we need to do is show up in Times Square. Instant publicity.”

“Show up how? Like this?” Todd held his hands open, indicating the naked nature of their present circumstances.

“That would certainly do it. Even in New York.”

“Going public, eh?” Chuck was grinning. “Man, I love that idea! I’m so sick of trying to cover up all this gorgeous perfection with clothes!”

“We’d still need to observe some basic necessities. Clothing, for one. Establishing our own environment where we can ‘be ourselves,’ as it were, can alleviate some of that. But I think if we wish to be accepted in some form, we still have to dress the part, so to speak.”

“Well, I guess sometimes clothes can be sexy.”

“I’ve seen you in a pair of tight jeans, lover,” Frazz said, twisting one of Chuck’s fat nipples. “You’re definitely sexy.”

“There are obvious benefits to existing in the open. Coming out of the closet, so to speak. But I would suggest that we keep a few things to ourselves.”

“Such as?”

Michael drew in a slow breath. “Our gift from Mason for one. I would imagine that several governments would be extremely interested in us if it were revealed that we can travel through any solid substance. That there are literally no walls that exist for us, now.”

“True,” Carlos said. “What about flying?”

“Much harder to hide. And much harder to avoid in practice. Plus, it’s just too much fun to stop doing it.”

“Hear, hear!” Chuck agreed. “No fucking way I’m giving up a good in-flight fuckfest.”

“Eloquent as usual, Chuck.” But Michael laughed as he said it.

“Anything else?”

“We absolutely must establish some rules for joining the Brotherhood. Nothing instills fear in a public more than the possibility that they lose control. And Transform has become too powerful to simply let it loose in the wild.”

“Any more than it already is,” added Todd, hoisting a thumb at the sounds of horny muscular men fucking the bejeezus out of each other around the lake.

“Can it be contained?”

“I’m not talking containment. I’m talking choice. By going public, no man who meets one of us is going to be unaware of who we are, what we can do, and what might be in store for them. A simple question is all that’s needed. ‘Do you want to be Transformed?’ If the answer is yes, then…”

“It’s party time!” This time, Chuck really did bounce.

 

Epilogue

Adam looked up from his desk, a smile on his face. “Good morning!” he said jovially, and he stood up and offered his hand to his guest.

“Good morning, Adam,” answered the other man, Geoffrey, taking Adam’s offered grip and shaking his hand briskly. “How are you today?”

“Perfect,” he answered. Because he was. He straightened and clasped his hands together, excitedly. His biceps swelled like hard balloons. “Do you have the current membership numbers?”

“Indeed I do,” answered the other man. The conversation sounded as normal as any other conversation that the head of a small number of gyms might have with his secretary. Except that in this case, both men were naked, gorgeous, overwhelmed with muscle and exceptionally tall. Not as tall as they could be, if they wanted to, but taller than the average mere mortal not gifted with a powerful supply of Transform swimming through every cell of their body. “I think you’ll be pleased.”

Geoffrey handed over a slim folder with the week’s readout from the computer system that networked every T Gym in the United States. Ground had been broken on new gyms in France, England, Germany and Russia, and plans were finalized for China, India, Japan, Ireland, Spain, Italy and Israel. Growth, not surprisingly, seemed limitless.

“Annapolis is doing amazingly!” His bright eyes scanned the table of facts and figures, showing member numbers, divided into stages of development, and visitations by the senior members of the Brotherhood. He lifted his hand to brush a stray lock of golden hair from his bright blue eyes and a sudden whiff of his signature intoxicating scent wafted outward from one furry armpit toward Geoffrey, who felt his cocks stirring at the unexpected sexual gift.

“Indeed. I don’t think the government’s policy of Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell is favoring their military as much as it favors us.”

“Navy men?”

Geoffrey nodded. “Mostly, though also some government employees from Washington.”

“Excellent, excellent. What about Oakland?”

“Numbers are a little confusing there, Adam. Attendance is phenomenal, as one might expect for the Bay Area, but membership numbers aren’t accurately reflecting it.”

“What accounts for it?”

“Members don’t stay very long. They find the selection of enticements in San Francisco and its surrounds… rather too inviting.””

“Spreading the seeds in the wilds instead of tending to them on the farm.”

“In a manner of speaking.” Geoffrey smiled. Adam laughed.

“Numbers for Miami are very good. I find that odd, in relation to what’s happening in California.”

Geoffrey shrugged. “It can get awfully hot in Miami. Perhaps they prefer air conditioning when they’re… inducting new members.”

“Perhaps, though the fact that we’re not effected by temperature might contradict that assumption.” Adam flipped the pages one by one, his smile increasing with every page. “Wow.”

“Sir?”

“I’ve asked you not to call me that, Geoffrey.”

“My apologies.”

“Unless we’re playing Master and Servant.”

“Of course.”

“Uh, what I was ‘wowing’ about was this line, here. Is this accurate?”

Geoffrey moved around behind the desk to scan the page Adam referred to. Adam’s hand found its way onto Geoffrey’s ass and squeezed him firmly, shoving two expert fingers into his warm, moist hole. Geoffrey’s toes curled at the amount of The Touch that Adam was pushing through their contact. “I believe that’s accurate. I can check, if you like.”

“No, there’s no reason. But it is quite remarkable.”

“A doubling of membership in a week isn’t unheard of.”

“For a start-up site, yes. But this is New York.”

“I believe they had a visitor this week.”

“Who was… oh.” Adam looked at the roster, and smiled widely. “Chuck.”

“He’s quite… good at soliciting members. I believe a party of celebration was involved.”

“Damage?”

“Severe, but repaired within the week.”

Adam laughed again and shook his blonde head. He closed the folder and handed it back. “Are the newest brothers ready?”

Geoffrey nodded. “They await you in the ballroom.”

Adam chuckled. The ‘ball’ room. He honestly loved Chuck.

Strolling onto the cavernous floor of the gym, Adam felt a surge of pride and lust filling him up. Everywhere he looked, gorgeous men filled his view. The gym was a panorama of masculine beauty, and most of the guys were taking advantage of the unique benefits of being a T-Gym member, notably the non-stop orgy of sexual activity intermingled with the iron pumping and muscle building.

Most of the men weren’t fully Transformed yet. Several were well on their way, and even the newest recruits looked pumped and primed and imminently fuck-worthy. How many men there actually were would be difficult to estimate, because the tangle of limbs and bodies sometimes made it hard to tell where one man ended and another began.

There were machines arrayed around the walls of the cavernous hall of sweat, cum and muscle designed to push these men to their physical limits and beyond. Some of the machines were in use, and Adam scanned the naked bodies that were engaged in pumping themselves even bigger than they already were.

Some of the machines were designed strictly to punish one muscular group, sending paroxysms of growth and power into the chest, or inner thighs, or shoulders. Others delivered full-body stimulation to make everything work its hardest to break through to new levels of power. Some of the machines were solo affairs, and others invited guests to help out, so that a brother might get a work out and a blow job or a right good ass fucking at the same time. Carlos had even somehow managed to design a very popular machine – nearly constantly in use – that allowed several men to simultaneously pump up their muscles and engage in a variety of sexual positions with multiple partners all at the same time.

Adam made a mental not to order the manufacture of a few more of that one.

He strode naked among them, his twin dangling pricks thick and drooling, and soaked in the abundant sexual and Transforming energy that suffused the very air he breathed, and swam through the smells of sex and sweat and power that clung to his skin and made his brain bubble with erotic fantasies.

He was a god among gods.

The ballroom was where large gatherings of Transformed men usually took place. Orgies involving dozens of huge, muscle-swollen gods shooting gallons of hot cum from their twin cannons, slurping at ass holes and fucking with abandon. But on one day of the week, Adam called in the newest fully Transformed members of any Transform Gym to personally welcome them to The Brotherhood, and provide the list of suggested rules that they would follow before enticing any new men into the fold.

There were ten of them this week, at this Gym. He would fly to the other Gyms during the week to welcome dozens more men. It was his favorite duty, and he treasured these hours he had with the men he loved.

They were already familiar with Adam, of course. Everyone who came to the T Gym had an audience with him prior to even starting along the path to the Brotherhood. Adam welcomed them all with a kiss and a promise. The kiss was for luck and for love, a symbol of his boundless passion for every other brother in his huge family. The promise was for this – a night with him, of boundless passion and ultimate sexual fulfillment.

There was a collective sigh as he entered the ballroom. He was at his most majestic, all restrictions to his ultimate perfection and awesome masculine beauty were set aside. He was the culmination of every man’s fantasy, the expression of their dreams.

He was perfect.

He towered over them, a literal giant of a man, with two thick and heavy cocks hanging abundantly between his heavily muscled legs. His two balls, ponderous and fat, churned inside his low hanging nut sack. A scent of masculine power surrounded him, sweat and sex and leather and sunlight, earth and musk and granite and metal. His entire body was overwhelmed with power. Brawn stood out stark and beautiful along his limbs and torso. He was a walking, vital, virile symbol of complete and utter male power.

They stood before him in a semi-circle, each at varying stages of development, but none having achieved ultimate Transformation. Black skinned and pale. Hairy and smooth. Dark-eyed, bright-eyed, bearded and shaven. All of them completely beautiful and perfect in Adam’s eyes.

“Good morning, gentlemen,” he said. His words were saturated with The Voice. They fell upon the ears of his brothers and licked their balls, sucked their dicks, rubbed their nipples and fucked their asses. “Welcome to The Brotherhood.”

They didn’t exactly snap to attention. This wasn’t a military order, after all. But they did stand a little straighter and look a little more impressive. “We are The Brotherhood,” they intoned together, their deep voices falling in synch as they spoke. “The Brotherhood is us.”

Adam smiled. He scanned their handsome faces. He drank in their beauty. He loved them all. “As members of The Brotherhood, you will be given great power. You will be free to use this power as you wish. You will be unconstrained by the rules of any land, or any government, or any people. But you must adhere to our Laws.

“You are already on the path. Today you will achieve the final goal. My name is Adam. I am the Brotherhood. The Brotherhood is me.”

He looked at the first man in line, a beautiful Asian man with smooth, dark skin and a fat uncut cock. Soon, he’d have two of them. He smiled and nodded to him. “My name is Li. I am the Brotherhood. The Brotherhood is me.”

“My name is Rex. I am the Brotherhood. The Brotherhood is me.”

“My name is Miguel. I am the Brotherhood. The Brotherhood is me.”

“My name is Ernie. I am the Brotherhood. The Brotherhood is me.”

They continued around the circle, each man declaring his membership into the Brotherhood, and his understanding of the meaning behind that membership. He would be joined mind and body to every other Brother. He would become the Brotherhood, sharing of himself utterly, and answering the call when and if it came.

The last man, Cary, spoke the words, and there was silence in the room again. Adam closed his eyes and felt the presence within himself of hundreds of other Brothers. Some were with others of the Brotherhood, making love to them. Others flew through the clouds. More stood on mountains, or swam in oceans, or stood atop the highest buildings and watched humanity scrambling below them. He was joined with all of them, and they were joined with him. He opened his eyes.

“What is the First Law of The Brotherhood?”

“Love is a gift. I will give it freely.”

Their joined voices were strong, powerful, beautiful. “What is the Second Law of The Brotherhood?”

“Love is a bond. It will join me to all men.”

A surge of pride filled Adam’s mighty form. “What is the Third Law of The Brotherhood?”

“Love is forgiving. I will forgive my foes.”

They spoke it with conviction, and with belief. “What is the Fourth Law of The Brotherhood?”

“Love is powerful. I will control my power.”

“What is the Final Law of The Brotherhood?”

“Love is perfect. The Brotherhood is love.”

“Love is forever.”

“Long live The Brotherhood!”

The last was shouted, the deep rumble of voices joined in chorus echoing off the mirrored walls. Adam opened his arms to his new Brothers. Transform poured from him like fire, inundating the men in the room in a sexual torrent that infused them utterly, and they began to swell with power.

 

Postscript, Part One

Jackson Kinkaid, 28, and a citizen of Atlanta, Georgia, sat before his television with the remote in one hand and a bottle of beer in the other. His heart was racing and his mouth was dry in anticipation of the next hour of broadcasting beaming live into his small apartment.

The commercial ended, the opening graphics faded, and a familiar face filled the screen.

“Good evening, and welcome to this special broadcast of Dateline. I’m Brian Williams.

“Before we start this live and uncensored program, a word of caution for some of our viewers. Tonight, I’ll be conducting a one-on-one – or, to be more accurate, a one-on-three interview with a trio of the so-called Trumans. If you haven’t already encountered these extraordinary individuals, please be advised that tonight’s conversation will deal with frank issues of sexuality and sexual identity, and that my three guests have elected to conduct the interview entirely naked. Luckily for you, I have elected not to follow their example. When you meet and see our guests, you may begin to understand their decision, which is one of both choice and practicality. Thank you for joining us here today, gentlemen.”

The scene switched suddenly to the opposite side of the studio set. Three chairs had been set up next to each other. Occupying each chair were, at first glance, what looked to be bodybuilders naked from the waist up. The sheer size of the men involved meant that the angle of the camera couldn’t contain their bulk in a single shot, so a slow pan across their features meant that Jackson was allowed to sit, stare and drink in all the muscular pulchritude on display.

Each man had an overwhelming build stretching wide and thick with bulges of heavy muscle. The skin that stretched over that massive meat was uniformly beautiful, shining with health and evidently polished to a bright sheen. One of the men, a dark-haired muscular giant with bright blue eyes sitting in the center, opened his mouth revealing two rows of bright white teeth. As he spoke, as he moved, Jackson felt his prick throb. He was easily the most beautiful man he’d ever seen. His actions, his demeanor and his voice were all somehow super-sexualized and hyper-masculine.

“Thank you for having us.” His voice was deep and penetrating. It seemed to emit from Jackson’s A/V system and shake his bones. It was powerful and eminently erotic. Jackson’s cock shoved against his jeans.

“Would you please introduce yourselves to anyone watching who doesn’t know who you are, yet?”

The dark-haired man nodded. “Of course. My name is Michael Taylor.” He looked to his right, smiling broadly. The camera moved to follow his steady gaze.

“Dr. Carlos Martinez,” said the second man, a dark-skinned Hispanic with a shelf of pecs as broad as a mountain capped with thick, perfectly round, fairly large, chocolate brown nipples pointed at the floor. The separation between his twin globes of power was deep enough to lose a hand inside. His body was the color of coffee with a luxurious dose of heavy cream. His voice echoed his companion’s for depth and power. It was almost too much to bear. The man’s wealth of shining hair, hanging across his heavy, wide shoulders in a blue-black cascade, gently shimmered as he looked across Michael toward the third, and possibly the most beautiful, man.

“Adam Truman.” If the other two owned voices of inhuman power, the third man’s was positively godlike. He was blonde and blue-eyed, with deeply tanned copper skin. His muscles bulged with obvious power and consummate masculine perfection. His body was almost too wide to easily fit inside the camera’s view, filling up Jackson’s 42” widescreen with his gorgeous visage. He had a dick-hardening face and an equally amazing body. He looked exactly like some comic book super hero, minus the skin-tight suit and cape.

The camera switched back to Brian William’s familiar face. “Adam, even among your brethren, you’re something of an anomaly.”

“I prefer to think of myself as unique.” He smiled. Jackson almost creamed.

“Would you like to tell us something about yourselves?”

“I believe Carlos is more suited to that question.” He raised his hand and reached around Michael’s enormity to grasp the dark man’s shoulder with familiarity and obvious affection. The muscles along his arm swelled and flexed with incredible definition.

“Thank you, Adam. Good evening, Brian.”

“Good evening, Dr. Martinez. Perhaps you could start with the name Trumans.”

Carlos smiled and nodded, a lock of his long hair falling across his sea-green-eyed gaze. He brushed it back, the split globe of his huge bicep swelling like a grapefruit beneath his shining, coffee-colored skin, and Jackson noted that even the man’s fingernails looked perfect. “Adam has adopted the title for his surname, but it was originally a shortened version of the slightly longer title Transformed Humans. I’m not sure where it originated, but within our own little society we attribute it to a man named Chuck, who has a somewhat unique sense of humor…”

“And style!”

“Right, Adam. Chuck is indeed a character, and it was he who truncated Transformed Human, which is a phrase the news media attached to us, to Truman. He said it was because we aren’t strictly human, by most definitions, but we are also ‘true men.’ Not a very good joke, but an apt one.”

“Michael, you were among the original trumans.”

“Yes, but Carlos pre-dates me by a few hours. Adam came along some weeks afterwards, though his introduction was and remains unique.”

“As unique as he is.”

“I see you’re blushing, Adam.”

“It’s hard not to, Brian.” If the man was simply ‘blushing,’ then Jackson was simply ‘interested’ in this program. Anyone who knew anything about physical attraction and the art of seduction knew that what Adam was doing was more like preening, or cruising. He looked hungry and feral. Jackson wanted to fuck him. And it looked like the camera was panning upward slowly, trying to keep something out of view. “I truly love my brothers here, and all my brothers out there, as well.” He looked directly at the camera for the first time. Jackson would have sworn he felt a hot rush of sexual bliss pouring out of the screen and all over his body. He started nervously undoing his jeans, pulling his belt loose and fumbling with the button fly.

“As I mentioned before we began, any discussion or encounter with a Truman inevitably leads to questions regarding your overt and, may I say, demonstrative sexual behavior. Adam, I can’t help but notice your growing arousal.”

“How nice of you to notice, Brian!” The camera was now focused more closely in on the blonde man’s face and part of his neck. Nothing below that was visible.

“It’s a bit hard not to. Is it true that your behavior and, to some degree, personality is driven by sex?”

“May I answer that?”

“Please, Dr. Martinez.”

The camera allowed a wider view of Carlos. Perhaps he wasn’t feeling as aroused as his friend. “A very intrinsic part of what we are, our very genetic make-up, in fact, is built upon our masculine sexuality. We possess several unique abilities and capabilities regarding the use, control and gratification of sexual drives, both personally and in those around us.”

“Those around you? Should I be concerned?”

His smile was beatific. He waved his hand. The bicep tightened and swelled. “Of course not, Brian. We don’t perform any actions on others without their consent or request. It would be irresponsible to take advantage in that way, though when we are among ourselves it’s understood that we share our sexuality deeply and completely, without limit or reservation. It’s practically expected that we should enjoy each other physically and sexually to our fullest.”

“How big are you?”

“That’s a leading question, Brian.” He laughed gently. It sounded like sex.

“Pardon me. I meant the dimensions of your bodies rather than any particular appendage.”

“No problem, Brian. I’m just pulling your leg.”

“Are you referring to our current appearance or our true appearance?”

“I should explain to our audience that Trumans have the ability to adjust their physical appearance to a degree that to us may sound impossible, or at least improbable. My three guests are maintaining a diminished presence for us here, and even their faces and bodies may not fully display the true nature of their actual appearance. Is that an accurate assessment, Dr. Martinez?”

“If anything, that may be an understatement, Brian. We are, actually, quite a bit bigger than we now appear. We are also modulating our voices so that the true resonance and power doesn’t overwhelm the electronic equipment, and also so that we don’t inadvertently send a listener into orgasmic overdrive.”

“So, merely speaking to someone could..?”

“Only men, Brian. We have no direct effect of a sexual nature on women. Other than, I suppose, the usual effect an attractive man might have on a woman.”

“By ‘direct effect,’ you mean…?”

“We’re physically and genetically different from you, Brian, in several dramatic ways. How our minds and bodies function are similar in most respects – we breathe, we sleep, we dream – but we have a few new capabilities and have rediscovered some latent ones. Among those is an ability to make another man feel very, very good without ever touching them. We can also affect another man with our voices, with the touch of our skin to theirs, in fact exposure to almost any aspect of a Truman can prove to cause a dramatic and noticeable sexual and physical effect on another man.”

Jackson was seriously turned on. His imagination was in overdrive. How could this possibly be true?

Brian Williams raised an eyebrow. “Without even touching them?”

“That’s correct.”

“How do you do it?”

He glanced at his companions before answering. “I should first mention that I don’t actually know how we do this. That is to say, there are no studies or data available to explain the method of transmission, if transmission is even the right term. But the short answer is that I can access the pleasure centers of your brain and turn the dial as high as I, or you, want me to. In other words, I can automatically tell your brain to tell your body to feel really good.”

“How good?”

He paused as a sideways smile came to his full, moist lips. He wrapped his mouth around the next words as if they were a huge cock ready to burst. “Very, very good.”

“Could you provide an example?”

“Are you volunteering?” Carlos smiled.

“If that’s what you need.”

“As I stated, we try never to do anything to another person without consent or request. Accidents happen, of course, and sometimes mere proximity is enough to have an unintended effect on another man. Visitors to one of our gyms around the world can attest to that – in a very pronounced manner.”

“Very well, I give my consent.”

“I assume you don’t want to actually experience an orgasm?”

“You can do that?”

“I can do much more than that.”

“Now that would be a first. But for the sake of my own slender hold on composure as I sit before you gentlemen, let’s agree that you stop short of orgasm.”

“Of course.”

At first the camera was focused on Carlos. Nothing appeared on the surface to be happening. Then the soft sound of a sigh came from off screen, and the view shifted to Brian Williams again.

The man’s eyes were closed and he was tilting his head. A wide smile wound across his lips and it appeared that a sheen of sweat was breaking across his brow and upper lip. He sucked in a deep breath as he suddenly threw back his head and several deep, shuddering breaths escaped him, his chest heaving. Then he opened his eyes and licked his lips, evidently attempting to regain some composure.

“Are you okay, Brian?”

“Just let me catch my breath for a moment.” The camera didn’t adjust quickly enough to avoid seeing the man’s pants tented with a rather impressive erection.

“Certainly. I’m glad you enjoyed that.”

He pulled in a shuddering breath, and he smiled. “It gets stronger?”

“Quite a bit, in fact. That was maybe 5% of the extent of what I could provide for you.” The dark-skinned man’s green eyes sparkled as he said, “All you have to do is ask.”

“For our audience at home, I can only describe it as being akin to experiencing a very powerful sexual thrill. It definitely had a physical effect on me, and one that isn’t diminishing at all.”

“That sounds nice.” It was the blonde man, Adam, who spoke. The camera still wasn’t showing whatever was occurring from his neck down.

“It was quite agreeable.” He paused, looking away for a moment. “Adam, my producer is telling me that you have complete control over your own body.”

“That’s correct.”

“He was wondering if you wouldn’t mind allowing your erection to cease. He says it’s spoiling the shot.”

“Not from this angle,” Michael volunteered. “I must confess that I’ve never understood the odd reaction to an erect penis, as if it’s something wrong and shameful. In Asian societies, particularly Japan, they celebrate and even venerate it. But I suppose our Puritan ethic here precludes us from enjoying the sight, even though it is among the most beautiful things in the world.” He smiled. “And Adam’s, in particular.”

“Be that as it may, I’m afraid we here at NBC are still beholden to the FCC, and the last time I looked they took a dim view of showing a woman’s nipple, let alone a man’s penis, erect or otherwise.”

“Penises,” Adam corrected. But the cameraman again had a view of him nearly to his waist. He was grinning and evidently rubbing his appendages out of view.

“Let’s talk about that. Trumans have two penises. How did that happen? And are they both… functional.”

“Oh, fully functional. More than, if you wanted to compare to your own, Brian. Our penises are perhaps the truest and most obvious indication of our sexual power. Unlike untransformed males, we can ejaculate continuously, as well as experience a continuous orgasm.”

“Do you mean multiple orgasms?”

“No, Brian. I mean continuous. Non-stop, everlasting, copious orgasms. Complete with ejaculation and erection.”

“When you say continuous, you mean for as long as you desire, correct?”

“Technically, that’s correct. No one is going for any records, as far as I know, but if we choose too, our bodies are capable of producing sperm and ejaculate until we want to stop.”

“To what end?”

“Aside from the sexual gratification – which is ample, I must confess – our ejaculations serve a few other purposes as well. I’m not sure how graphic I can be here, considering this is a live broadcast.”

“I’ll just caution anyone watching that we’re liable to enter graphic sexual territory here and suggest they may want to tune in to another channel before we proceed.”

“Does that mean the gloves are off?”

“So to speak.”

“Very well. I should start out by explaining that the original intent of the transformation process was military in nature. I think anyone interested could locate most of the pertinent documentation and data on line, now, thanks to the Freedom of Information Act, so I won’t go into too much detail other than to say that a transformed man was designed to be able to function without any external means for extended periods of time under extreme and extremely dangerous circumstances. We’re something like a tank, built for power and stealth but also meant to exist and thrive on our own or with other T-men in the field without any means of outward support.”

“Meaning clothing and weaponry?”

“Those, obviously, but also without food, water or other means of on-going sustenance.”

“How is that possible?”

“In effect, we create our own. Our sexual emissions provide ample protein as well as sustaining and prolonging the transformation of our bodies. The addition of the direct consumption of another transformed man’s ejaculate heightens and in some cases extends these capabilities, though that last point was a happy surprise that was unintended and unexpected. It seems that the transforming entity is affected by its host in some ways that may act on them like a trigger, which is how most of the additional capabilities and powers came to be. But to your point, one reason for the capability of continual orgasmic emission is so that if we found ourselves in a situation that precluded fuel from any other source, we can suck our own dick and feed ourselves the purest and most potent form of fuel.”

“So it doesn’t take two to tango, so to speak.”

“No, Brian, our bodies are also incredibly pliable, to an extent that would allow us to gain access to even the tightest access points or hide in some otherwise uncomfortable positions.”

The man next to Carlos, Michael, spoke up and the camera moved onto his face. “However, our phenomenal growth since that time would more or less cancel out squeezing into tight spaces. Though, thankfully, we all retain the ability to, um, fold ourselves up.”

“Would you care to demonstrate?”

Michael smiled. “It will be difficult for your audience to avoid seeing those parts of my anatomy the FCC deems off limits.”

“Though I understand that you have a method of hiding your penises.”

“True.” He stood up quite suddenly and Jackson caught a glimpse of the fabled cocks. The man had a wealth of gleaming pubic curls sprouting from his loins and there were definitely two very fat, very heavy shafts swinging from between his legs, though when the camera panned down at last to show the man’s full body, there was nothing between his legs but a forest of pubes. There was a definite bulge at the crotch, signifying that something, impossibly, was situated inside his groin. But he looked otherwise like the most handsome and muscular Ken doll that Jackson had ever seen.

“I assume there’s a practical reason for that as well?” Brian was staring pointedly at the space where there had been two prodigious pricks just a moment before. He looked somewhat alarmed.

Michael nodded. “It makes travelling by foot at speed easier. We can run at a very accelerated rate, and for extended periods of time, and having those two appendages flapping about can be something of a distraction, to be blunt. It doesn’t hurt, and I must admit that flying with them free is very exhilarating, but it’s more efficient if we can tuck them away temporarily.”

He stepped to the side and his right leg began to lift off the floor with an effortless ease, as if an invisible wire were pulling the leg to a 90-degree angle, before it continued to rise higher and higher, the muscles flexing and extending and bulging under his tanned skin, until, impossibly, his right leg settled perpendicular to his boy, his right foot wiggling easily and comfortably above his head.

He then began bending at the waist, keeping his leg in the air, until his face was at his left knee. It looked as if the man had no bones in his body at all.

He remained in this impossible position for a few moments before allowing his leg and torso to return to a more natural posture. Then he smiled and winked at the camera and two of the biggest cocks Jackson had ever seen suddenly spilled forth from his previously empty loins, shoving themselves forward, out and down before a set of fat balls dropped into place behind them. There was a beat before the camera operator regained his senses and lifted the lens away from that display of male perfection, but the deed was done.

Two cocks. Two perfect, beautiful, massive cocks. It was all true.

“Thank you Michael, though I dare say you’ve probably cost the network a fairly substantial legal fee in the process.”

“You’re welcome, and my apologies.” He smiled as he sat back down, clearly pleased with himself.

“Can you elaborate on some of your other capabilities? You mentioned flying, for example. That sounds like an impossible falsehood.”

“Yes, we can fly, though it’s more like controlled falling and extremely high jumping. Our heightened muscular abilities allow us to literally push ourselves into the sky from a standing start. And we’ve rediscovered or perhaps uncovered a latent ability to sense air masses and wind patterns that we use to support ourselves.”

Carlos added, “Air has mass, of course, like water. In a sense, we swim through the sky.”

“So you’re able to bend your body to almost any shape, you can control the physical properties and sizes of your bodies, you can control another man’s pleasure centers, you can fly, you can achieve continuous orgasms… what about physical strength. From appearance alone, one could surmise you possess enormous muscular power, but could you, for example, lift a car?”

Michael smiled, making his face achingly beautiful. “Easily.”

“A truck?”

Michael nodded. “Probably a train engine, if I wanted to. I haven’t taken measurements of my own strength for some time.”

“These gyms you’ve built, I assume they contain more than the usual weights and machines.”

“Of course. Ordinary methods of strength development no longer work for us, we are literally too powerful for anything less than, perhaps, a ton of resistance to even begin to tax our muscles. The T-Gyms allow our members to enjoy any and all physical pursuits they may wish to, including increasing their physical strength using special resistance training machines Carlos helped to design.”

Carlos nodded, adding, “We now have numerous engineers, doctors, bodybuilders and athletes, all of whom have contributed their knowledge of the human body and its unique physical properties for increasing muscle mass and power to create some new machines that, quite frankly, might look like implements of torture to anyone not familiar with their properties. Our bodies have been designed from a cellular level to automatically adjust and provide adequate muscular strength, with the necessary muscular size to allow for that growth in power, to account for nearly any test of physical strength we might encounter. This was originally meant for field use, of course, since we didn’t know exactly what challenges any single Transformed man would encounter.”

“So you’re all incredibly strong.”

“To put it mildly. Our size gives only a glimpse of the actual strength these muscles possess.” As Carlos said, ‘these muscles,’ his entire body seemed to swell and flex, and every distinct belly, cable, wedge and fiber of his muscles emerged in stark detail.

Brian’s eyebrow arched as he asked, “Is there anything you cannot do?”

“We cannot cause a pregnancy, Brian. Our sperm has been altered as I stated earlier to something more like a sustaining body and it also contains the ability to transform another man, but we cannot impregnate a woman.”

“Does that cause you any concern?”

“Not really. Modern science has provided us with… alternate means, if any of our brothers has an urge to father a child. Though it is likely that any child conceived in that method would turn out like Adam, here.”

“Adam, I understand that you were born as a Truman.”

“Essentially correct.”

“How old are you?”

“I’ll be two years old next week,” he answered, beaming proudly.

“Is an accelerated growth rate normal?”

“Accelerated growth and development, Brian. Adam here is not only fully grown; he is also mentally and emotionally fully developed. In some ways his development surpasses any other transformed man.”

Carlos spoke. “Adam is, at the moment, the only Truman by birth. We have no way of knowing how future trumen would develop, though it’s logical to expect that any more trumen born to us would follow his example.”

“Michael, you and Carlos would appear to be the same age as Adam, judging solely by appearance.”

“I am 24 years old.”

“And Dr. Martinez?”

“Nearly 70.”

“We have a picture of Dr. Martinez from a government ID. When was this taken?”

Jackson nearly gasped as the image of a wrinkled, bespectacled, clearly elderly man came on screen. The unsmiling visage looked only vaguely like the man who was sitting in the studio, and a slow dissolve from one face to the other heightened both the differences and the similarities between the two. Carlos smiled and shook his head, seemingly amazed at his own evolution as well. “That was during my employment on the Transformation Project, so probably four years ago. Possibly five.”

“And today, you look no older than Michael.”

“Thank you. I try to exercise and eat right.” Michael chuckled beside him.

“Do you know how you’ll age, given the physical transformation you’ve undergone.”

The doctor spoke some about their physical properties, and the lack of degradation they were experiencing suggesting long lives free of disease or infirmity. Their bodies would prevent accidents or damage, and they had been given accelerated healing properties as well. Brian Williams asked about any shortcomings. Michael answered the question honestly.

“Our heightened sense of sexuality and our amplified abilities to perform sexually means that we can really only enjoy the company of each other, though I doubt you would find many of our brothers who would claim that’s a disadvantage. Still, we’re in a nearly constant state of sexual arousal and it is sometimes… challenging to maintain one’s demeanor in the presence of other men. Any other men. I find them all incredibly sexy and thoroughly erotic. Though I don’t suppose that is far different than what most of us felt prior to transformation, though we may have been loathe to admit it.” Michael looked at the others, and Adam spoke up.

“The physical strength can be a burden. I really have to tone down my muscles in most circumstances, so there’s a constant element of caution in almost everything I do. And though most of us have chosen to do away with clothing for the most part, under certain circumstances a modicum of covering can help mitigate the other conditions of our physical bodies, and finding anything that fits us,” he said, raising his arms to illustrate and performing an awesome and stupefying double-bi that made his arms swell with huge power as his lats unfold into a wide, thick V taper and his shoulders mound up into massive mountains, “can be a real headache.”

Jackson’s hard-on was in overdrive. Everything he was seeing, everything he was hearing, everything his body was experiencing was conveying an urgent need to become one of these men. He had cast aside all fears and thoughts of caution after the interview. Nothing on Earth would have pleased him more that the answer to Brian Williams’s next question.

“If any members of our audience were interested in joining your membership, after this admittedly limited demonstration of your capabilities, what should they do?”

“There are a few ways to become transformed. The easiest manner is to simply visit our web site. The URL should be on the bottom of the screen. On the navigation bar, click on ‘join,’ then simply follow the onscreen instructions. This particular method utilizes another of our lately discovered talents, namely the ability to send the method of transformation directly over electronic means.”

“So anyone visiting the site would be…?”

“Oh, no, not anyone. There are plenty of stop gaps before the final transformation occurs, and frankly we don’t like to advertise this method too much because it avoids one of the basic pleasures of the process, which is sharing it with others present and physically transforming another man. For us, the process is akin to sex, only somehow more… intense than that. And we strongly encourage anyone interested in being transformed to visit one of our gyms, located around the world, or if you happen to encounter one of us on the street, all you have to do is ask.”

“So, if you can do this via electronic conveyance, does that mean you could do it to the entire audience right now, over the airwaves?”

Adam considered his answer. “We’ve never attempted anything quite that large at one time. Visitors to the web site actually get some one-on-one experience with a transformed brother over a web cam connection. The process works whether the media is live or recorded, but it’s rather enjoyable for us to get to interact directly with our visitors. We’re happy to answer any questions honestly and openly, and the process takes very little time. We find that being in a small room can have some rather unfortunate consequences, too. Again, the best possible method is to visit a T-gym – unless one is in a hurry.” He smiled broadly and looked directly into the camera. Seemingly, directly at Jackson.

“Again, just to be perfectly clear, we would never transform anyone who did not specifically request to be transformed.”

“But that wasn’t always the case.”

“Unfortunately not,” Carlos admitted. “Michael here was an accidental transformation, and I would say the majority of our early members may not have been fully aware of what would happen to them. But we no longer do that.”

“And you have means of policing your members?”

“In a sense, we do. We’re all mentally joined to each other. We are individuals, but we are also of a group mind. It’s another facet of the transformation, and it provides some definite benefits of its own.”

“You mentioned running into one of you on the street. How many trumen are there, now?”

“There are 13,209 trumen around the world. We’re a very small percentage of the population, obviously, but it’s not hard to pick us out.”

Adam leaned forward, eagerly, “And now that we no longer hide in the shadows or attempt to conceal what we are, it should be easier than ever. You can also send us an e-mail to the web site and we’ll come to you.”

 

Postscript, Part Two

Jackson was instantly at the keyboard to his computer, the hard on between his legs wagging like a flagpole in a stiff wind. He was considering doing the online version of the transformation, but the fact that he could have one of these men as a guest in his own apartment, all to himself, was almost more than he could stand.

The site came up slowly. It was probably getting hammered. He wondered whether there were enough trumen to meet demand. He looked at the Join link for a moment, rubbing his fingertip across the mouse button, before moving his cursor to ‘Contact’ and waiting for the form to fill the screen.

There was a short paragraph of greeting and some copy about congratulating him on his decision. He filled in his personal information and came to the menu of choices for his coming transformation.

a) Make an appointment at my local T Gym
b) Receive a packet containing Transforming fluid
c) Link to the online Transformation method
d) Request a T Gym representative to pay me a very personal visit

He clicked D and hit the enter key.

Shockingly, it was only a moment later that his cell phone rang, vibrating in his pocket eagerly. The caller ID showed that it was coming from T Gym World HQ, and the area code meant that was in New York. Trembling with excitement, he clicked the line button and said, “Hello?”

“Hi, Jackson, my name is Chuck.” Even over the slim connection of his poor cell signal, the other man’s voice dripped sex. He had a deep, dark, husky voice and Jackson could practically hear his grin through the phone line. “I understand you’re interested in meeting me.”

“Yes.” His mouth was dry, He was literally shaking.

“How interested are you, Jackson?”

He gulped. “I’m extremely interested.”

“Are you hard right now, Jackson?”

“Yes.”

“Is your hand on your cock?”

He placed it there. “Yes.”

“How close are you, Jackson?”

“How close…?”

“Are you gonna come, Jackson? Are you one stroke away? Two strokes? Or do you need someone’s eager and talented mouth to suck on your fat joint and make your toes curl?”

“Oh, holy fucking Christ.”

“Mmm, perfect. I can almost taste you already.” The man on the other end of the line laughed softly. “I’d love to come… and meet you, Jackson. When would it be convenient for you?”

He swallowed hard. “Any time.”

“Right now?”

“Now?”

“Yeah, Jackson. Do you want me to come over right now? Do you want me in your house, at your feet, kneeling before that huge hard-on you’re holding in your grip? You want my tongue wrapped around it as I finger your hole and massage your balls? You want to look down into my eyes while I swallow every last gush of cream you can deliver, Jackson?”

“Yeah.”

“I’ll see you in a couple of minutes.”

“Where are you?”

But the line was already dead.

Jackson felt a sudden sense of panic set in. His apartment was a mess. He was wearing yesterday’s T-shirt and unwashed jeans, which he attempted to re-button over his angry, urgent erection. The carpet needed vacuuming and the whole place was filthy with dust. He wanted to impress this man, he realized, and worried he’d be a disappointment to him. He was just starting toward the kitchen to put the dishes into the sink when his bell rang. Someone was downstairs. Someone wanted in.

Jackson wandered toward his front door and activated the camera attached to the intercom that faced his guest’s visage, to help him determine if it was friend or foe seeking access. The camera was positioned at around Jackson’s own height, he knew, and was equipped with a fisheye lens to gather all the visual info it could.

But all he could see in its view at the moment, in grainy black-and-white, was a man’s naked chest. It was huge, stretching to fill the entire screen, with a clearly defined, deeply etched crevasse sandwiched between a set of gargantuan pectoral muscles. The skin that spread itself across those mountainous pecs seemed to gleam, slightly, its furry expanse broken by two fat, firm, lickable nipples pointed toward the sidewalk. Their caps looked as large as peanuts, with silver dollar rims aching for Jackson’s mouth. His cock grew harder.

He pushed the intercom’s talk button and said, “Hello?”

A deep and powerful voice answered. “Hello, Jackson. It’s Chuck.” The chin of the man dipped into view as he leaned down to speak. It was chiseled and firm and square of jaw, with a dark shadow of whiskers surrounding his obviously full and moist lips. He smiled then, and his perfect teeth shone as if lit from inside.

Jackson answered, “You’re very quick!”

“Not in everything,” he answered. There was no mistaking his tone. “May I come up?”

“Oh! Oh, yes, sorry. Of course. It’s number 406.”

“Yes, I know. You put it on your application form.”

Jackson admitted the mysterious man into his building and looked around hurriedly, trying to figure out what needed the most attention, but he had no time to do anything because there was a knock on his door, and he stood there excited and afraid in equal measure. He reached out and closed his hand around the doorknob, and turned. The door opened with a loud complaint and Jackson raised his eyes to look at his guest.

The man on the other side of the door was completely naked from the waist up. Gloriously, erotically, fantastically naked. He was huge in every sense. Seven feet tall. Possibly taller. His body was overwhelmed with brawn. That was the word that leapt into his head. Brawn. Not mere muscle, not the bulging bellies of tight power that a bodybuilder possessed. The man’s muscles were more beautiful, more powerful, more amazing in their sheer size and perfection. He looked, to Jackson, like what a bodybuilder would look like if everyone else already looked like an ordinary bodybuilder, and this is what they would become if they worked out.

The thick forest of dark curls that spread across his chest and wound down between the egg crate of his 8-pack abs only heightened the effect of his overwhelming masculine power. Fat, perfect nipples poked through the fur. His shoulders were gifted with thick lobes of power and his arms owned a collection of massive muscular beauty accentuated with fat veins that seemed to pulse and bulge as he stood there. Though his legs were caressed by the tightest pair of blue jeans with the lowest possible waistband that Jackson had ever seen – they were very, very close to being indecent – it was crystal clear that his legs were every bit as muscled and defined as the rest of his body.

A scent surrounded the man, and it quickly enveloped Jackson. Untamed and wild, it was a funky collection of sex and ball sweat and leather and earth. It was a toxic perfume of heavenly erotic bliss, and it sank into Jackson’s senses like a hot shower.

The smell reminded him of cock and ass, and his gaze naturally fell to the man’s crotch, where there appeared the obvious outline of one thick, amazing prick. Inches long if not an entire foot, the fat shaft, beer can thick, pressed forward proudly against the straining denim, winding across to his narrow hip and ending in a full, heavy cap easily identified under his jeans. It was a thing of epic sexuality and made Jackson’s mouth water.

A voice said, “Hi, Jackson,” and the sound drew his attention up from the collection of muscle and cock to a face that had him on the edge of creaming his jeans. Chuck had green, green eyes and a mouth of sensual beauty surrounded with a dark collection of whiskers carefully trimmed. He looked devilish and handsome, and that sensuous mouth broke into a sideways grin that made Jackson feel faint. One eyebrow arched on his masculine brow and a gleam of mirth and lust shot through his bright jade gaze. “Can I come in?”

“Fuck,” Jackson said quietly.

“Well,” he answered, slowly easing the door further open and stepping around the much smaller man, “that, too.” He walked with a sleek, sexual grace and his ass moved like two heavy globes. A furry crevasse could be seen peaking above the hip-hugging jeans between the two bubbles, bobbing around each other. From behind, his legs were lined with more of that consummate and perfect muscle, thick cables and heavy wedges dancing and flexing as he moved. He turned around and smiled, and Jackson melted. “But introductions first. Then fucking. I’m Chuck. I’m exceedingly happy to make your acquaintance, Jackson.”

The god held forth his hand and waited for Jackson to accept it. When he did so, a heavy shock of something sexual and orgasmic passed through Jackson’s body and the other man, rather than simply shaking his hand, pulled him easily into his muscular embrace and leaned his heavenly face down toward Jackson’s and set his full, moist, warm lips to Jackson’s own.

It was a kiss like none Jackson had ever experienced. Passionate, hot, lustful, erotic, needful, loving and complete in its delivery. The man could definitely kiss. And his body felt as hard as iron, but the skin that covered that collection of muscle was warm and smooth and silken under Jackson’s groping hands. The scent of the man grew very strong, and Jackson decided he never wanted to smell anything else ever again. Something shoved at Jackson’s belly, and he realized all at once that it was the man’s huge cock, already swelling toward erection, growing thicker and longer by the heartbeat.

He sucked in a breath and broke the kiss, pulling back slightly to catch his breath. “Fuck,” he said again.

“I like a man with a one-track mind,” Chuck observed. “Particularly that track.” He straightened, more than a head taller than Jackson, and folded his arms across that gigantic chest. His cock was definitely lengthening, Jackson could see it growing fatter in the giant man’s pants. The tip seemed already to be drooling a steady stream of precum that made a dark, growing stain on the blue denim. The gigantic appendage was slowly, but continually, plumping with size, pumping hotter and fuller and longer every passing second. It seemed to be shoving his jeans outward, as if it were some kind of muscle in itself and wanted to rip free of its cage. “Did you like the show?”

“What?” Jackson couldn’t look up from the amazing display that Chuck’s cock was providing.

Chuck nodded his head toward the television, where his comrades were still being interviewed on national television. “The show. I wanted to be on it, but they were afraid I might do something rash.”

Jackson realized Chuck wasn’t talking about his amazing dick. “Like what?” He licked his lips and swallowed, eager to pull that fat tube of hard meat into his throat.

Chuck shrugged. His shoulders split and reassembled as the muscle swelled and flexed. “Fuck Williams. Send some sex vibes through the network. Something like that. I mean, look at the dude! Wouldn’t you fuck him?”

“I don’t think I ever really…”

“Yeah, he’s right fuckable all right.” Chuck’s deep voice drew Jackson’s attention away from the screen and he looked at the huge, furry, half-naked muscular man standing in his apartment. He scanned along the furrows and bulges and let his eyes rest on the massive shank of meat between his thighs and one of his eyebrows shot up. “Something amiss, Jackson?”

“I was hoping…”

Chuck looked down at himself. “Hoping what?” He moved his hands along every inch of bulging muscular glory until he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of the straining jeans. “Oh, I see. Well, there’re still a few laws concerning public nudity, Jackson. Not that there are any jails that could hold me, but we try not to be too overly stimulating when we’re making house calls.” He started to undo the top button. “After all, it’s not everyone who can handle all I have to offer.” He popped the second button. “There’s a hell of a lot of me to love, Jackson.” The third button, evidently tired of trying to strain to contain all of Chuck’s ample cockmeat, popped open on its own. Then the fourth followed suit, and suddenly a thick inch of dick neck appeared. Chuck folded his arms across his chest again, and allowed his amazing colossal cock to continue its inexorable push towards its inevitable reveal. “And I’m very anxious to get started.” The final button popped and Chuck’s enormous wealth of prick fell out of his pants.

It was, indeed, a glorious sight. Huge, thick, perfect and beautiful. A cock created by god to showcase the perfection of man. The head shoved free of its cowl of foreskin and a thick silver strand of precum drooled to the carpet. Chuck moved his hand into the crotch of his jeans and pulled the rest of his ample equipment free, revealing a set of balls to make a hen jealous, large round eggs resting in a hairless sack. Chuck stroked himself toward erection and groaned deeply. “Ohhh, fuuuck,” he said softly.

Jackson gulped and blinked and watched the huge muscle man push the tight jeans off his body. His skin was bronzed and the muscle on his thighs and calves echoed the incredible size and definition already revealed by his upper body. He straightened and looked at Jackson, chuckling softly. “Yeah,” he said, “I’m pretty impressive ain’t I?”

Jackson nodded mutely.

“Cat got your tongue? Maybe you wanted someone bigger?” As Jackson watched, the entre collection of muscle that was packed on Chuck’s tall frame began to amplify. His chest swelled thicker and wider, each huge pectoral shelf divided and continued to swell, with each cable and fiber distinct and defined as they multiplied. His arms bulged even thicker and harder. His biceps ballooning with meat under his silken skin, and his triceps keeping pace, swelling outward magically. Each lobe of his tightly defined ab wall grew larger until his 6-pack became an 8-pack on its way to a 10-pack. The lobes of his calves spread wider and the fat wedges of brawn fighting for room on his thighs blossomed with new growth. Chuck was developing before his eyes, every muscle growing fatter and bulging with power. “How big do you want me?” Chuck’s head was slowly rising higher. He was approaching the seven foot mark and the muscle just kept swelling.

“I…”

“What do you want, Jackson?” He smiled as the muscle continued to swell everywhere on his huge, majestic body. His chest kept gaining size and heft, the meaty muscular globes growing outward and downward as they just kept getting larger and larger. The hair across the powerful expanse spread across it all, and his fat juicy nipples increased their size to keep it all in perspective. The cords of his neck thickened. His entre body was continually growing taller and wider and ever larger with nothing but thick, amazing power. “Just tell me.”

“I thought… I was wondering…” Jackson’s eyes were locked on Chuck’s increasingly amazing but singular cock.

Chuck laughed softly and asked, “The twins?”

Jackson swallowed hard. “Yeah.”

“You want to see both of my cocks?”

“Yes, please.”

Chuck’s lopsided grin brightened into a smile of pure sexual lust. “Fuck, Jackson, why didn’t you just say so. I love letting the boys out for some fun.” He wiggled his eyebrows and looked down, and Jackson followed his gaze. Another massive prick unfurled from the man’s furry loins with a surprising suddenness, jutting out and down and hanging abundantly next to its partner before joining it in erect perfection, inflating with shocking speed and achieving its ultimate glory in seconds. Two perfect, fat, long, thick, massive and beautiful cocks. The top of Chuck’s head was now only inches from the 8-foot ceiling of Jackson’s apartment. His shoulders looked at least a yard wide, and the lats that flared below them were a foot wider than that. He was packed with muscle everywhere, thick and hard and bulging with power. His scent was stronger than ever, wrapping Jackson in a heavenly sexual embrace. His two cocks stood in throbbing perfection by the foot over a fat, massive ball sack, and his face was devilishly handsome, highlighted by that shit-eating sideways grin that said more than any words the man’s sensual voice could utter.

Chuck folded his arms across his massive chest and asked, “Wouldn’t you be more comfortable out of those clothes, Jackson?”

“What?” He looked up, finally.

“Wouldn’t you,” he said, stepping towards him, “be more comfortable,” he set his hands to Jackson’s T-shirt, “out of those clothes.” He pulled the shirt over Jackson’s head and tossed it aside. Chuck moved his hand over Jackson’s naked chest and belly and let out a low, soft moan of pleasure. “You have a beautiful body, Jackson. I can’t wait to watch you swell with power.”

Chuck’s touch along his skin was magical, sensual, almost electric. “How does it happen?”

Chuck moved his hands to Jackson’s belt buckle and undid it, then deftly unsnapped his jeans and unzipped his crotch. “How do you want it to happen?” Chuck moved his hand inside Jackson’s pants and grabbed his equipment and gingerly, but forcibly, started to grope his cock and balls. Jackson was already rock hard, and a gush of his precum erupted under the huge man’s expert manipulations. “Do you want me to go slowly,” he asked, stroking Jackson’s cock with aching patience, “or quickly?” And he suddenly thrust his hand under Jackson’s briefs and pulled his cock out, grasping the shaft and rubbing his thumb around and over the helmet before pulling his precum-slickened digit into his mouth and sucking Jackson’s salty essence off.

“Fuuuuck,” Jackson repeated, rising up onto his tiptoes.

“Well, that’s a given, Jackson,” he volunteered, “but that comes later.”

“Sorry.”

“For what? You’re doing everything absolutely right. Frankly, I’ve never found a wrong way of doing this. And besides, I’m here for your pleasure. I’m going to welcome you into my family in the best possible way. I’m going to enjoy this no matter what, belieeeeve me. So my question is… how do you want it to happen?” Chuck fell suddenly to his knees with a heavy thud and sucked Jackson’s stiff prick into his mouth, sucking with vigor and evident pleasure.

The warm, wet slurping of Chuck’s hungry mouth all over Jackson’s stiff prick was driving him batshit. It felt like there were two or three mouths pleasuring him. Chuck’s huge paw grabbed him by the shank and he felt the man’s furry head rub his belly as he started to quickly suck and lick Jackson’s rod. He was on the verge of cumming a fat load of hot cream when Chuck suddenly stopped and squeezed his cock hard. “Not yet, Jackson. Not yet. You’ll want to hold onto all that delicious juice for me. I’ll let you know when it’s time to cum.”

A firm, hot pain erupted in Jackson’s balls when he was denied his orgasm, but then Chuck set his hand against Jackson’s body and a wash of incredible pleasure radiated out from his touch. Filling him up from the inside with a glowing, powerful sexual bliss. “There you go, Jackson. Just hold on. The rewards will make it all worthwhile.”

Chuck pulled Jackson’s pants and underwear off his body before rising effortlessly to his feet again. He carelessly tossed Jackson’s clothing aside and looked down at his patient. “Yes, you’re going to turn out beautiful, Jackson. I can already see your new body emerging. Can you feel it? I’ve started changing you into someone even more amazing than you already are. Your outside is going to match your inside. Beautiful, powerful, strong and passionate.”

Jackson felt a sudden warmth coating his body. There was a perceptible tightening along his limbs, and around his chest and stomach, and across his shoulders. It felt as if his skin was growing smaller, and the accompanying warmth grew stronger.

“We’re going to do this slowly, Jackson, so you can enjoy every inch of muscular growth, and every second of your second cock’s development, and every moment of pleasure that comes with transformation into your new body.” Chuck grinned and winked. “By the way, Jackson, this is a hand’s on process. I hope you won’t mind.” Chuck lifted his hands and paced them against Jackson’s chest, resting his palms against each pec. “Here we go.”

The subtle tightening Jackson felt in his skin suddenly grew very strong, and he could feel something dramatic happening to his chest, in particular, and a strong sexual tingling erupted in his nipples as if they were being super stimulated. Looking down, he watched his pectoral muscles swelling outward as if by magic. His chest was inflating, and he felt the weight and power increasing in equal measure to the sudden muscular growth.

“Nice,” Chuck growled. He shifted his green gaze to Jackson’s arms and watched them start to swell in concert with his chest. The biceps filled in his upper arms and the triceps quickly caught up, creating highly defined horseshoes and swollen bulges of power that inflated under his skin. He watched Jackson’s network of veins manifest and thicken, feeding his muscles size and strength as Transform quickly multiplied and began to infiltrate every cell in his body. “Feel good?” he asked softly.

“Feels great,” Jackson answered, because it did. He’d experienced the subtle and satisfying burn that came with muscular development that happened at the gym, but it was nothing compared to this feeling of swelling power saturating his senses. He shifted his own gaze toward his shoulders because they were manifesting into his peripheral vision as they grew. His chest was easy to see growing, but it surprised him that his shoulders could get so large.

And it was only beginning. Suddenly he felt a throbbing sensation in his already hard prick and realized it was getting bigger. He reached down with his growing arm and grabbed hold of his hot, hard cock and felt it swelling in his grip, it was actually enlarging as he held it, the shaft shoving against his fist, forcing his fingers wider to encompass its quickly swelling size. The throbbing sensation echoed through his whole body, as if his heart was beating so strongly that it was physically enlarging him to accommodate its power.

Jackson watched Chuck move his hands down his body onto his belly and felt a sudden surge of strength and growth there and watched each abdominal muscle pop into power. His belly sucked down on the six-pack and it quickly grew fantastically defined, as well as the intercostals and the twin wedges of his Apollo’s belt grew distinct and thick.

“I think of myself as a gardener, Jackson. Used to think of myself as a sculptor, y’know, creating these works of art out of flesh and blood, adding muscle here, lengthening a cock, making a new one sprout and swell. But a sculptor takes something and makes something else out of it. A slab of marble becomes a man. That sort of thing.” Jackson’s chest blossomed forward, each globe of power swelling with mass and definition. “A gardener only helps things along, lets them bloom into their most beautiful form.” Chuck rubbed his fingertip around Jackson’s right nipple and it grew larger and larger. “A gardener can guide the growth, nurture it, use his talents to help something realize its own ultimate perfection and beauty.

“That’s all I do, Jackson. It’s already inside you. I only help you grow.

“A little more room, I think,” Chuck aid, and something inside Jackson seemed to snap like a rubber band stretched too far, and he felt the sensation of tightness and stretching suddenly grow very powerful. His bones were stretching to accommodate more growth, and his whole body was rising higher. He raised his eyes and looked at Chuck’s face, and the handsome god looked back at him and smiled. He was making this all happen. He was making Jackson grow taller, and wider, and heavier.

Jackson still had one hand on his cock and he was enjoying the sensation of it continually swelling in his grip when another sensation in his crotch made him gasp and blink. Chuck said, “Yes, here it comes,” and looked down to watch. Jackson joined him, gazing over his broadening chest and the tight six-pack of muscles on his stomach and saw something happening in the full, dark curls of pubic fur crowning his swelling prick.

It was the oddest sensation Jackson had experienced yet. It was both a pushing and a tugging in his groin, a tingling of sexual power accompanied by the now-familiar sensation of growth. He watched a tiny nub of flesh poking its head from his pubic hair, to the right of his still growing cock, exactly at the base where its massive shaft emerged from his groin. It was unmistakably a very tiny dickhead, with a small piss slit just visible inside a tight, thin cowl of foreskin. It emerged like a snake from his body, providing a growing sexual thrill as it emerged, as if his free hand was stroking it to erection, the entire new cock tingling with the sexual bliss that accompanies the stimulation of a man’s prick.

He watched with careful fascination as his second cock materialized from his body, so tiny at first and perfectly formed, but inflating with accelerating speed. The head shoved forward and a small shaft formed behind it. It moved straight out from his body until it was about three inches long when its weight and length allowed it to droop downward, which seemed suddenly to make it grow at a fantastic rate.

Now that it was a fully formed cock, it was swelling with amazing speed. Inch by inch it grew, and suddenly it was rising and swelling and growing shiny as the skin stretched tightly around its girth. The helmet was sheathed in a wealth of foreskin, so much that it covered the mushroom cap and gathered into a wrinkled donut around the tip, but the size of his second prick was gaining quickly on its brother, and it became evident that all that skin would be coming in very handy very shortly.

It was throbbing and tingling and felt that it was going to blow his load any second, and the two cocks together multiplied his sense of sexual power. His balls, too, were swelling larger, perhaps, he thought, to accommodate enough jizz to fill his two cannons for explosion. He moved his free hand onto his new cock and a hard, intense shock of erotic bliss shot through his body, and Jackson gasped and sucked in his stomach and felt his balls seize up. He closed his eyes and sank entirely into its power.

“Not yet, Jackson,” Chuck said. His voice sounded close, intimate, intense, as if it were inside Jackson’s own head. “You have so far to go. You’re so beautiful, Jackson. You’re perfect. Are you ready for more?”

“Yes,” he answered. “God, yes.” His own voice sounded strange to his ears. Deeper, purer, incredibly masculine and powerful. He felt lips pressing against his own. Soft, warm, moist lips. A tongue pushed against his mouth. He opened his lips and welcomed it inside. He sucked against it and kissed the mouth back, hungrily, eagerly, totally.

Jackson removed his hands from his twin erections to embrace and surround the god who was kissing and changing him. The other man’s body felt so warm and hard, he could feel every muscle move as Chuck began to pour immense quantities of Transform into Jackson’s system.

“The best part, Jackson?” Chuck paused as he pushed renewed Transform into Jackson’s swelling muscles. He let his own body radiate a saturation of The Touch, passing deep erotic bliss into Jackson’s entire body. “The best part? This is only the beginning. This is just a taste of what’s to come.” Suddenly, a cavalcade of muscular perfection started playing through his head. Chuck joined Jackson to the collective and sent him through the hundreds of men all waiting for his acceptance into the Brotherhood. African men with dark, smooth skin and monstrous muscles, European men with blue eyes and fat cocks, Asians with shining hair and dark lickable nipples, Hispanics with heat in their gaze and mouths ready for kissing, Native Americans, Russians, Indians, Thais, Koreans, Swedes, Frenchmen, Brazilians, Iranians, Israeli, and on and on and on and every combination of the above, huge, beautiful, perfect men defined not by their birthplace or their skin color or their language but by their unending, overwhelming, uninhibited lust and passion for him.

“Oh, Jackson, we are going to have so much fun fucking each other. Shit, Jackson, you think you’ve been fucked before? Just wait, Jackson. Wait until you feel me inside you. Wait until you feel me blasting gallons of warm, salty cream inside your guts, feeding your muscle, making you get bigger and bigger. And then, Jackson? You get to fuck me. You get to use those two huge cocks throbbing between your legs and shove them deep inside my tight, hot, perfect ass. Oh, Jackson, just you wait.”

“Awww, fuck… I’m gonna cum,” he growled. The tide was building. The dam was bursting. It was all too much.

“No you’re not, Jackson. Not yet. I know how you feel.” Chuck’s lips were at his ear. He was whispering into Jackson’s head. He was licking his neck. “I know you feel like you’re going to explode. I know. But you’re not going to, Jackson. Not yet. I’ll tell you when, Jackson. And it’s going to feel so good you’ll think you’ve died and entered heaven. Feel it? Feel that surging, swelling, explosive load in yur balls? Feel how your cocks – both your cocks, Jackson, you can feel both your cocks now – feel them down there? So hard? So hot? So thick and long? Fuck, you want to cum so bad right now. You’re right at the edge, aren’t you? Right at the edge…”

Jackson’s mouth was covered with Chuck’s. He was kissing him again, and flooding his body with Transform. His growth suddenly kicked up several notches and he groaned and swooned and felt energized and horny as hell. His cocks bulged and his muscles shoved against his tight skin and he got larger, still, and thicker, and stronger.

“Oh, fuck,” he moaned. “Oh, fuck.”

The two men stood naked in Jackson’s apartment. Jackson’s clothing lay shredded on the carpet at their feet. Jackson’s shoulders were visibly stretching wider. His neck was growing thicker. The lobes of muscle mounted on his arms were swelling fatter beneath his skin, the cables and fibers multiplying as veins appeared and reached across their ever widening expanses. The muscles that formed his back separated and grew ever more distinct as they grew, heavy rounded bulges moving beneath his flesh. His butt, each rounded glorious projection, grew thicker and higher, almost a shelf of brawn below the Christmas tree at the base of his spine. His legs pushed against each other. The muscle was so large that it was shoving his legs apart for more room to grow.

“Oh, fuck,” he moaned. His voice was a powerful bass growl. He rested his forehead against Chuck’s own massive shoulder and felt the other man’s masculine force pouring into his own body.

“Yes, Jackson. That’s it. Right there. That’s the beginning of understanding. Now you know what it feels like to be really alive, really a man. It’s fucking awesome isn’t it? That feeling of muscle and strength, so pure and hot and powerful. Fuck, your cocks are so big now they’re gonna fucking explode with cum, aren’t they my man? Aren’t they, Jackson?”

“Yes,” he whispered.

“I’m going to fuck you even bigger, Jackson.”

“Fuck me,” Jackson pleaded softly. “Fuck me hard.”

Chuck lowered Jackson to the floor and looked down at the man before him, all his muscles slowly swelling larger, the mounds of his chest bulging wider and higher, the width of his shoulders growing by the inch. Jackson met Chuck’s gaze and said, again, “Fuck me hard,” pulling his knees to his chest and opening himself up to Chuck’s twin monsters.

Chuck smiled and set his hands to his cocks, one on each, and lubed up his steel-hard meat with the wealth of precum pouring from each eye. Then he moved his fingers to Jackson’s rosy pucker and slowly circled the entrance to his ass, pushing against the other man’s hungry hole and marveling at the way in which it sucked him inside. Jackson wanted him badly. His growing body was gleaming with sweat and his scent was growing stronger as Transform continued to change him.

Chuck dropped to his knees and leaned it, positioning his cocks at Jackson’s tight hole, playing them against and around the entryway. They were drooling clear honey that felt hot and wet to Jackson, and again he begged “Fuck me. Fuck me hard.”

Chuck smiled, and shoved himself inside. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard, Jackson. I’m gonna fuck you big and hard.”

Chuck started thrusting his hips and shoving his cocks into Jackson. With every deep thrust, the man before him swelled with sudden growth. Chuck was literally fucking Jackson bigger, pushing in waves of Transform with every piston fuck.

He pulled his 16-inch pricks nearly out of Jackson’s ass, slick and hot and hard, and Jackson moaned from their absence. Then, with a sideways grin and a powerful thrust, Chuck plunged his fat dicks fully into Jackson’s sweet, hot ass with an accompanying heavy dose of Transform, and Jackson’s muscular form suddenly swelled outward in every direction, bulging with fresh, hard brawn that piled upon itself in huge, thick cables.

Chuck withdrew again. 18 inches of cock, now. Fat and hard and hot. Feeling every inch of Jackson’s ass. Then pushing in again, slapping Jackson with his heavy ball sack, gushing hot cream and another wave of Transform, and again Jackson’s body grew. His chest exploded outward, the valet between each pec deepening by the inch. His arms stretched wider, and the muscles bulged and throbbed. His cocks stretched and thickened. His neck grew fat with muscle and his face resolved more fully into the perfected masculine vision he would become.

Jackson groaned and his voice was saturated with sex and male force. It shook Chuck and made him fuck him with renewed vigor, now easily pistoning his two 24-inch cocks in and out of Jackson’s ass, and every deep push made the other man grow bigger and bigger. Chuck watched Jackson’s development with open lust and wonder.

It never failed to impress him. No matter how many men he personally Transformed. Each one was better than the last.

“Oooohhh, fuck, yes.” Jackson’s voice was deep and powerful.

“Yes,” Chuck echoed. “Are you ready now, Jackson?” Chuck leaned forward, his cocks buried deeply inside Jackson’s ass. The two were one. Jackson opened his eyes and met Chuck’s gaze with his own. “Are you ready?”

“Ready?”

Chuck nodded. “Here I come, Jackson. Are you ready?”

“Yes, Chuck. I’m ready.”

Chuck smiled his sideways grin. “I believe you are.”

He pushed his mouth onto Jackson’s lips and rested his chest against Jackson’s enormity and poured himself into Jackson’s body, suddenly shoving the full, unleashed, untempered, unbound power of Transform in its purest form into the other man’s hungry body through every orifice, every pore, every inch of his magical body, and Jackson was exploding with muscle and sex and growth.

Bigger and bigger, now. Growing by the foot in every direction. Bones breaking and resetting. Skin stretching. Muscle expanding with size and power. Bigger and bigger.

“Dude,” Chuck said softly, his voice a soft growl of restrained lust and unrestrained masculine power, “you’re amazing. You’re so beautiful. You’re perfect. I wish you could watch yourself. Feel yourself. Feel your muscles growing against mine. Feel your skin, so soft and smooth. You smell so fucking good, Jackson, Fuck, you make me hornier than anything, just watching you grow and get bigger and better and more beautiful by the second. Feel this?” Chuck blasted a thick, hot fountain of cum into Jackson’s ass. “Ooh, so good. You feel so, so good.” Chuck bent his mouth to Jackson’s again and kissed him deep and hard and true. He came again, his twin guns blasting another fat load of cream into Jackson. Then again. And again. “Fuck, you’re so good, Jackson. I could fuck you forever.”

"Do it, Chuck. Fuck me forever."

And Jackson kept growing.

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