Devolution (musc)
by jockmorphr
The stud goes about his workout as normal. In fact, he notices he's really into it--way into it. He feels almost a primal charge to working his muscles, making them grow bigger and stronger. Secretly, he even feels something of an erotic surge as well, but he tries to skip past that mentally, reaching down to adjust his thickened package.
He marvels at his focus. It's as if his whole energy and direction has been funneled into what he's doing with the weights. No distractions. No random thoughts of work or his girlfriend and their plans for tonight. It's almost as if he's lost the capacity to think about more than one thing at a time.
He's driven and motivated by this challenge of pushing his muscles and feeling them bulge and flex. He feels his cock stretch a bit more in his shorts and smiles as he works the weight. Why not let it get a bit hard; show everyone here how manly he is? He's not small, after all. Why not show his big dick off? All this running through his mind.
I, of course, watch from a discreet distance. He has no idea that I am responsible for his current state of euphoria. Thrilled at the way he's pushing his muscles, I watch as he works out harder. The light workout he had in mind when he came in is gone, replaced by this hard, heavy drill that was pumping him up beautifully. He is thrilled too at the way his exertions has been affecting him. Judging from the big, long outline in his gym shorts, the almost predatory sneer on his beautiful face so different from the sweet "boy-next-door" countenance he wore when he first came in tonight, I'd say he's more than changed for the better.
The guy continues with his workout and chooses the heavier weights almost without thought. In fact, there is little thought involved. It's all about what is going to make him big and strong. Huge.
Had he not been so heavily drugged, he might have noticed the moment when he stopped using all of his brain. The moment when he had become completely incapable of doing more than working out. Had he tried to speak now, little more than grunts would emanate from his lips. He was becoming, very quickly, purely male--purely muscle.
I'd happened on to this little potion quite by accident one day in the lab. A small typo, if you will, on the road toward a better steriod. But once I saw what it did to guys, well, I could hardly not use it.
You see, it literally devolved them. It took bright, handsome, upstanding men and
turned them temporarily into heaving, pumped-up, muscular beasts with little more on their mind than thrusting their oversized cocks and unloading their dangerously over-full balls.
Temporarily, I said. You see, this hot dude--the one currently growing out of his workout gear--would stagger home to his girlfriend tonight slightly late and maybe a bit hung-over, but none the worse for wear. But for now....for now, he was MY muscle Too dumb for questions about what happened to him...just horny and huge...and anxious to show off what a big male he was.
Of course, the formula made him wildly indiscriminate about who he had sex with. For this over-hung neanderthal, dominating men was as exciting as fucking women.
And he was all mine.
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