Transform: Timelines 2
by AKA
West Valley High School, back of the Science Building: 12:47pm
Sanjeet thrust his hips again and plunged his fat prick into Carl’s mouth. A gush of his cream ejected out of one corner, he was cumming so prodigiously that Carl couldn’t even swallow it all. He closed his eyes and bent his head back on his neck and pulled in a slow, deep breath and tightened his asshole and pumped out another fat gush, hot and salty, into Carl’s hungry mouth. “Yeah,” he said, “take it all.”
Sanjeet’s jeans were tangled around his knees. His shirt and jacket were abandoned on the ground. The winter sun, cold and bright, was shining down on him and his friend as they pleasured each other behind the Science Building. Carl was on his knees, his back to the building, while Sanjeet held onto his head and fucked his face, plunging several inches of his prodigious prick between Carl’s sucking lips. The back of Carl’s shirt was splitting apart as he sucked on Sanjeet’s cock, pulling the transforming power of his cum into his own body, feeding more brawn into his muscles, growing bigger and stronger with each gulp.
This was how it worked, the boys had discovered. Trading cum with another Muscle Club member they hadn’t been with, yet. Widening the genetic pool, mixing the male components and expanding the available fuel to build more muscle. Sanjeet hadn’t been with Carl, so Carl benefited from Sanjeet’s cum. Carl would then return the favor, jerking off and exploding a thick load all over Sanjeet’s naked form and watching as Sanjeet’s already muscle-packed body began to swell even larger.
Over and over again, bigger and bigger with each new member. “Results vary,” as the commercials for the process might say. After all, some of Sanjeet’s uniqueness had already found its way into Carl’s body when Carl met with someone Sanjeet already had sex with, and vice versa. But the undiluted version of each Muscle Club initiate’s individual product would still have an effect on the other initiate’s body.
It seemed unstoppable.
So they knew they needed more members to continue to grow, which is something they all wanted. But they needed to be more careful, now that the secret was out. Parents were going apeshit about the possibility that their child might be the next one to explode with muscle and the kind of overt sexuality that the Muscle Club members obviously possessed. These were no longer young, unschooled, inexperienced boys. These were now men, with men’s desires and men’s needs. They might legally be 16 or 17 years old, but physically they were adults.
Sanjeet came again, and Carl’s neck bulged as he swallowed, and his back expanded, and his shirt ripped itself wider. Carl’s shoulders were swelling. The muscles along his arms were inflating like balloons. The young man of Indian blood closed his eyes and sighed as he made his friend grow bigger and stronger, still. His own body continued to grow, as well, just like all the other members of Muscle Club. His muscles looked more pronounced and fat than the others, as if the skin between every muscle head was stuck to his bones. He had massively deep cuts and definition so pronounced that he looked almost like a walking anatomy chart. It earned him his nickname in Muscle Club; Deep ’Jeet.
There was a touch on his shoulder, then, and he turned his head and saw the face of the most beautiful person he’d ever seen.
“Hi, Raul,” he said.
“Hey, dudes,” Raul answered. The fact that his gorgeous form was clothed seemed like a sin against God. That such perfection should be covered up rather than allowed to wander the planet in pure naked masculine beauty was against nature itself. “Busy?”
Sanjeet laughed slightly. “A bit, but I think we’re just about finished, if you had something else in mind.” He knew he would be able to cum again in a matter of moments. It was just how this body worked, now. Constantly horny, and constantly able to act on that state.
Raul winked and smiled. It made his face achingly handsome, turning it from a sort of angelic young face to one rugged and powerful. It was an odd sensation, watching Raul smile. His eyes crinkled at the edges and it made his smooth, cool, flawless beauty suddenly angular and powerful, and Sanjeet just wanted to take him in his arms and kiss him until he came. The Latin Lover, Raul’s nickname among the members of Muscle Club, peeked over Sanjeet’s wide, muscular shoulder and looked down at the top of Carl’s shaggy head. He watched the third member of their little trio of muscle studs growing slowly and steadily bigger, swallowing Sanjeet’s powerful seed as it made him swell with brawn. “Hey, Carl,” he said, not expecting an answer.
But Carl pulled his mouth off Sanjeet’s spouting cock and looked up, getting a face full of warm, salty cream for his reward. Sanjeet’s wealth of cum splattered on his chin and neck and drained down his body, traveling like a white river between the mounds of his pecks, clinging to the soft curls of body fur that seemed, like the rest of him, to be slowly growing thicker. “Hey, Raul,” he growled. “You want some?”
Raul twisted his mouth into a quirky grin and shook his head. “Love to, but I’m just here to spread the word. The Wonder Twins have called a meeting tonight. Something about a thing Scott found online about the trumans. I guess it’s pretty fucking important if they want us all in one place.”
“Cool,” Sanjeet answered. Then he leaned over and kissed Raul anyway, because why wouldn’t he? Raul raised his hand to caress Sanjeet’s jawline and kissed him back, pushing his talented tongue into Sanjeet’s mouth, causing another fat gush of cum to splash all over Carl’s massive chest.
“Check you dudes, later,” Raul pronounced before turning and moving away with his slow, sexy gait. Everything about Raul seemed to scream sex. Every look, every movement, every gesture was overflowing with lusty sensuality and overt sexuality. He wasn’t as large as Sanjeet or even Carl, and certainly not as big as the Wonder Twins or Shawn, the Black Beauty, or Brian “Trigger” Chan. His development was more finessed than that.
Certainly he was big, and certainly much larger than the usual 16-year-old at their school. But his growth was following some other course, as if the hand of a master sculptor had determined to create the perfect man, and breathed life into that creation, and it became Raul.
Raul wandered back toward the school, and as he moved every head turned to watch him. Watch his ass move. Watch his arms, swollen with smooth power. Watch his face, and swoon to his smile. He acted as if he was somehow ignorant of his overpowering beauty, as if everyone else striding the halls of West Valley High looked like he did, and moved like he did, and fucked like he did.
He moved his hand onto the bulge at his crotch and cupped The Beast, rubbing the heel of his palm against the shank of his prick, and moving his fingertips against his balls. Even through the tight Levi’s he could feel his touch intimately. He needed to fuck someone again. He needed to uncage The Beast and let him roar. He needed to unleash all his power and feel the intensity of pleasure The Beast could deliver. “Hi,” he said, “what’s your name?”
“Jeff… Jeffrey.” He was a small young man. But weren’t they all?
“Hi, Jeffrey.” Raul slowly unbuttoned his jeans and pulled down the zipper. The Beast leapt forward in all his majesty, thick and long and perfect. Its fat, mammoth neck arched forward and swelled outward, dipping with its own massive weight, and dangling at the end of the swelling stalk was the rosebud, the head of The Beast, growing glassy as it bloomed from its sheath of foreskin and drooling with hunger. The Beast was huge. The Beast was powerful. And The Beast would not be denied. “This is The Beast.” It began to rise, as if it needed to look up into the face of its prey. It was growing bigger every moment, impossibly huge, and beautiful in its perfection.
“Fuck,” Jeffrey responded, clearly impressed.
“My sentiments exactly,” Raul replied.
East Valley High School locker room: 4:50pm
“I ain’t so sure about this,” Mohammed said, looking down at Shawn’s crotch.
“I’m telling you dude, you won’t have to do anything. Just open your mouth and close your eyes.” Shawn had started unlacing his football pants, but now he had his meaty arms folded over his mammoth pecs and his pants seemed to be unlacing themselves. He stood there, half-naked, with a smile on his face and his dark gaze zeroed in on the opposing team’s captain. The drawstring was pulling itself wider, because something behind it was growing bigger and bigger with every passing moment.
“Well, I mean... is it gonna hurt?” It was mesmerizing, really. Watching the pants undo themselves like that. What the fuck?
Shawn shook his head. “No, dude. It’ll feel like you’re fucking cumming. I’m not shitting you. It’s gonna feel like a goddam orgasm.” He simply stood there, in all his glorious perfection, breathing calmly, as his cock kept up its continuous and seemingly impossible growth, the head of his meat now clearly outlined against the white material, the shaft bulging thicker and longer by the second. “And in return, you get to look like me.”
Mohammed allowed his gaze to drift away from Shawn’s loins and glide across the muscled dimensions of his body. The dude was fucking stacked, and fucking ripped to shreds, and fucking the biggest fucking dude on the field. He was making mincemeat of his opponents, an unstoppable force that ran like the wind and plowed through anyone in his way.
Looking at him now, after another defeat, here in the locker room, alone, and stripped bare of his uniform, he was even more impressive. His fucking muscles had muscles. Under that chocolate skin was a network of such vast and bulging muscular development that it looked like the dude had to be roided out to the max. No one got that big that fast!
So Mohammed asked him what the secret was. How did he do it? And did he have any more? And Shawn smiled, and nodded, and said, “Yeah dude. I got more. I got so much of it, I’m giving it away.”
Now they were alone, together, and Shawn told him an impossible lie. No way it was fucking true! “Suck my dick,” he said. “That’s all it takes.” He was stripping off his top as he said it, calm as anything, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. It didn’t even occur to Mohammed that underneath that huge nylon varsity football captain’s shirt, designed big so it could fit all the shoulder padding inside, Shawn wasn’t wearing any padding. His fucking shoulders and massive chest just filled it all in. He was stacked.
“No fucking way,” Mohammed said, thinking it a joke or a dare. “Just fucking let me have it.”
“I want to,” Shawn said. “Believe me, I really want you to have it. And I can give it to you. But you’re gonna have to suck my dick.” He tossed his shirt on a locker door. Now he was standing there, naked from the waist up, a showcase of masculine perfection and muscular development, and his pants were undoing themselves.
“Don’t fuck with me, bro.”
Shawn smiled his dazzling white smile. “That comes later. For now, all you have to do is come over here, put your lips on the end of my cock, and try not to gag. When I blow, I tend to blow a load and a half, and you don’t necessarily need to swallow all of it -- but I’d recommend trying to get as much as you can inside you, if you want the full effects.”
“Wait, you’re telling me that if I swallow your cum, then I...”
“Simple as that, Moe. It’s how I got like this, which is, as you see, pretty fucking impressive.” If he had any doubts, Shawn quickly erased them, as he started to flex those muscles into swollen relief, easily making them bulge even bigger under his skin. His chest was two broad globes of brawn, shoving his fat nipples under the overhanging muscle. His shoulders split into distinct lobes. His biceps bulged up higher and higher, delineated into two heads of sharply defined, hard as steel muscle.
Everywhere, muscle. From his tight 8-pack to his Apollo’s belt to his lats to his neck. Muscle. Pure, raw, rock hard muscle. Then his cock, tired of its cage, pushed forward and literally ripped its way through his jockstrap and opened his pants, arching forward several inches with a red, dripping head before it started to rise and plump even bigger, swelling massively as it approached full erection.
And Shawn never even touched it. Didn’t even look at it. His cock was its own master, seemingly throbbing toward upright and swelling into glorious fullness without its owner or anyone else even bothering to stroke, lick, or even breathe on the fucking thing. And now that it was free, Shawn leaned over and pushed the pants and jockstrap from his body, leaving him entirely naked and impossibly huge. “Well?” he asked. “You want this, or not?”
“There’s no other way?”
Shawn huffed out an impatient breath. “I got some friends and you can suck on their cocks instead, if you don’t feel like you’re ready to take me on. But I gotta warn you, as big as I am, some of them make me look like a little boy. My homey Derek, now that dude owns a fucking choker. And you don’t even want to meet Brian Chan. Makes me shiver just thinking about that dude’s monster.” He glanced down at his throbbing meat, rubbing his fingertip into the flow of precum already coming from the tip and draining down its fat shaft. “Seriously, dude, you better fucking make up your mind pretty damn quick. I got a cum rocket that’s waaaaay overdue for blast off.” His dark-eyed gaze lifted away from his impressive equipment and he looked at the other young man’s face.
This wasn’t any seduction, if anything it was more like a business transaction. Something beneficial to both parties, in this case, because after Shawn gave Mohammed the initiation into Muscle Club, and he watched the other dude swell with muscle and sex, he’d get to be on the receiving end, and be able to go home barely fitting into the same clothes he’d been wearing before the game.
He fucking loved that feeling, the ‘hulking out’ of his clothes, feeling his mighty body struggle against its confines and fucking rip its way through his clothes. He’d done the dick trick before, feeling his cock swelling and watching it work its own way from his pants. The lace-up crotch added a bit of drama, to be sure, but it was still an impressive little work of art. And now his cock was at its most majestic, hard and throbbing, ready to go off like a fireworks rocket.
Mohammed was already a fucking work of art in his own right. He’d spent hours at the gym, to be sure, and more hours out on the track. So now he had a fucking amazing body, with a tight six-pack and wide shoulders. His skin was even darker than Shawn’s, and he wore his hair in long dreads that outlined his face and made him look fucking wild. Shawn favored a close cropped buzz on his scalp, because it was easy to manage and he fucking loved the feeling of hands on his head. He wondered what it would be like to tug on Moe’s dreads as he drilled his tight little ass.
“It’s not just the way I look, you know. It’s way more than that. It’s what I can do, and how long I can do it. See, Moe, this body? It’s not just for show. I ain’t no roided up, musclebound, stiff-jointed specimen, bro. I’m everything you see before you, and everything you see works like fucking magic.
“Take a look at this ass, Mohammed.” Shawn turned slowly, and his thick, high, round bubble butt came into view. It stuck out a mile. It was firm and tight and beautiful. He slapped his hand against the dark skin and sucked in a breath. “This here ass lets me jump higher than you or anyone. This here ass gets me started off the block and setting the fucking pace, my man.” He smiled and turned fully around, showcasing the enormity of the two round globes. His back flared widely, a brain-numbing taper of muscle, filled to the max with bulges of power under the sleek, chocolate skin. “Now take a look at these legs, Moe. Are you watching? You need to pay attention, Moe. I know my cock is a thing of beauty, but look a few inches south for a second.”
Moe’s gaze fell on to Shawn’s thighs, and he turned them from smoothly rounded brawn into sudden wedges of deeply-cut muscle. “See that? Damn, I like doing that. The leg muscles are some of the biggest on the body, did you know that? These muscles help me run faster than you, Moe. Faster than almost anyone in this school, with a couple of exceptions, both of whom happen to share my unique physical abilities, by the way. These legs let me push a ton of iron around too. And they just get bigger and bigger, Moe.”
He grinned and let his thighs relax. “Look up here, Moe. That’s it, bro. I’m gonna put on a gun show just for you. You know, most guys dig on big arms, for some reason. Like these are the most important part of a guy. Or like these show how strong he really is.” Shawn raised his arms and they filled with fat bulges of raw brawn. His shoulders mounded up toward his ears. He tightened his fists and the biceps grew bigger, still, climbing up to kiss his fingers. “Yeah, they’re pretty impressive, but I gotta say, Moe. For me, it’s all about the pecs.”
Shawn lowered his arms and put his hands on his narrow hips, and puffed his chest muscles up to their fully engorged glory. “Fuck yeah, dude. Look at these beauties. Nothing fills in a shirt like a big fucking chest, right? And if you want to walk into a room and be the Alpha male, be the fucking center of attention, make all the other dudes feel like little boys… it’s a big fucking chest that’ll do that for you, Moe. I guaran-damn-tee you that.”
Shawn relaxed his pose and looked down. “Damn, bro. All that pumping has me ready to pop!” Shawn’s dick, all 13 inches of it, throbbed and drooled out a thick trail of precum.
“I’m gonna fucking cum whether you’re over here or not, bro,” he said, rubbing the crown of his monster and feeling his load starting to push itself free. “You don’t need to do anything but let it flow, and swallow it like it was the richest, creamiest protein shake you ever drank.” He looked down at his prick, and its wide flaring helmet, and the dark flesh and heavy veins wrapping it all up. “It’s a fucking huge straw, I’ll grant you that, but you suck on it like any other straw.”
Mohammed approached the naked, muscular teen slowly, and then reached out his hand and grabbed onto Shawn’s foot-high cock, squeezing it tightly. Perhaps he meant to pass along a kind of threat, or a show of strength, but all he felt was Shawn’s rock-hard prick’s heat and size, and all Shawn felt was his own sexual libido grow even hotter. Mohammed tried to squeeze Shawn’s cock, cause him some pain, but instead Shawn’s dick let flow a sudden gush of precum that poured down and across Moe’s firm grip like lava. “Fuck,” Shawn growled, “you know your way around another guy’s prick, don’t you?” He tilted his head slightly and closed his eyes and groaned deeply, with obvious pleasure. “Oh, yeah, dude, squeeze that motherfucker. Make me feel you.”
Mohammed squeezed tighter. “If this is a fucking trick, I’m gonna fucking kick your ass, Shawn.” Derek’s cock was fucking hard! Mohammed could hardly believe he was holding something human. It felt warm, all right, maybe even hot in his hand, but it was as hard as steel and didn’t seem to be affected by his strength at all.
The other teen opened his eyes and smiled, looking down at the ropey-haired young man with the firm grip on his cock. It was making the veins stick out starkly, and the head was a shiny, plump plum. “Just suck my dick, Moe, and shut the hell up. You already have a nice firm grip on the situation.” He closed his eyes, again, and released the beast. “Ohhh, fuck, bro... Here I come...”
Shawn’s cock suddenly swelled even thicker against Mohammed’s fist, as if the cum inside it was so thick and heavy that it was inflating his cock, and then the head flared and turned a deep shade of red. The eye of his snake opened and before the first spurt of transforming cream emerged, Moe opened his mouth and sucked the huge head inside.
Shawn came, shoving a fat rope of hot cum down Moe’s throat. The other boy acted instinctively, swallowing the wealth of salty spunk filling his cheeks and coating his teeth and tongue and barely had time to think before another fat gout of cream was filling his mouth again. “Oh, yeah, bro,” Shawn said, pushing Moe’s face down onto his towering prick, “fucking drink it all down.”
It started quickly, the other boy’s muscular growth. Derek didn’t warn him about his clothes. He didn’t tell him anything. Not how big he’d probably get, or how huge his cock would grow, or the fact that after today, Mohammed was going to start looking at other dudes in a whole new light, and that the idea of sucking another man’s cock was going to be not just appealing, but a downright sexual need. Derek kept pumping his super-seed into Mohammed’s sucking mouth, and when he started sucking even harder, Derek knew it was kicking in.
“Yeah, dude,” he said softly, “get bigger for me.”
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