The Gene Gene
by RdyRoger
I was infected somewhere in Washington D.C. I don't know what happened, when it happened, or why...
Since I was nobody special I suppose it was an accident, I can't really imagine that someone would do that to me knowingly. At least I hope not...
The first incident was not so extreme as what followed later.
I'd hit the bars, and met a younger guy that was a hot dark haired blue eyed white twink boy toy... I was a good 6 inches taller than he was... and a good twenty years older. ie, I was 43 and 5'10" tall and he was 23 and 5'4" tall - or should I say short?
We hit my place after some heavy petting and french kissing.
He said he liked my big brown eyes. I liked his cute bubble butt- his slim waist, his muscled arms and tight abs,. In a usual irony in the gay world, his cock was bigger than mine, I was average sized... 6 inches hard. And I was the top. Where do these hung bottoms come from? His, well, his package was stuffed with a long man salami- he wore some black boxer briefs halfway down his thigh... his cock hanging flaccid was about the same size as my hard cock. Six inches soft, and a good 9 inches hard... he was so hung in fact he didn't have the rock hard erections that I had, his fat cock was a bit spongy even erect... but still plenty hard to have a lot of fun with. And his balls were so big, well, I guess I was surprised. He laughed. He said he was tall in one place but not when he was standing up.
Things reached a satisfying conclusion for both of us. We both came at the same time-gasping in a mutual frenzy of orgasm. "Thanks", said Martin as I rolled off of him. "I needed that. It's been too long."
"That would have had to have been by your choice," I said. Martin was cute.
We snuggled - we both liked that... and napped for 30 minutes.
When we woke up he stared at me funny.
"What's wrong?" I asked Martin.
"Your eyes are ... blue" Martin said. "I could have sworn they were brown."
"Hah hah hah" I laughed. I thought he was teasing me. He dressed and kissed me goodbye and left. I got up to pee and staggered into the bathroom. I grabbed my cock and froze in shock. It ...I was a lot bigger. Soft, but a lot bigger, I mean, as big as Martin's had been... and I would have sworn it was growing slowly in my hand. I looked down and blinked. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and it was just as big. I mean, bigger. It was swelling bigger... quickly. And my arms... long strong big muscled arms...
I walked to the mirror and looked at a stranger in it. My.. I... My genitals were big... way bigger than Martin's had been, although similarly proportioned... big knobby head, long thick shaft, big low hangers in the long scrotum...
But that wasn't all. I was... My face, I looked like Martin, I mean, not like him, but LIKE him... dark long hair, blue eyes, golden brown tan.. tight abs, big shoulders and bubble butt. I looked like his brother, or well, like an IMPROVED version of Martin.
But the resemblance was unmistakable. I shrank a few inches, but was still a lot taller than Martin had been... and I was young again, in my early twenties. And my muscles grew... an exaggerated version of the physique that Martin enjoyed. My biceps and deltoids particularly grew bigger, as did my tight glutes and upper thighs. And my abs, well, they did look cobbled. About twice as thick as Martin's I think. And I enjoyed Martin's very trim waist.
But that wasn't all, I was affected in another way, it was how I felt. Martin had been a hot young stud. And very sexual. I felt like that only double. It was difficult to think clearly. Within an hour of the time I had had sex with Martin I stopped changing.
Once the buzzed feeling cleared out of my head I was flooded by Martin's enhanced libido. My nine inch soft cock swelled like a water balloon on the garden faucet and topped out at 13 inches. I was... gigantic. My balls were likewise massive. Each testicle filled one of my hands fully.
I stroked my massive cock and whimpered with pleasure at the sensation.
I came to a climax pretty quickly... but it was a climax like I'd never had. I shot about a half cup of cum when I came. I could feel my balls pumping out the hot fluid. I looked down and saw them jumping pendulously with each shot of jism...
"Oh god," I gasped and staggered into the bedroom and lay down on my back. My cock... still almost completely hard, was sprawled across my tight abs like a snake all the way up to my thick square cut pectorals.
I touched my penis and in about 10 seconds it was completely hard again. I shot another huge load across my chest. I was still ready to go so I jerked off 3 more times in the next half hour. I will never forget that first... discovery of hypersexuality... uncontrollable lust... and the ability to satiate that desire.
I fell asleep.
When I woke up I was the same. I mean, I was the same as when I fell asleep. 19" biceps, 9" soft cock... handsome hot face, shoulder length brown hair... beautiful blue eyes,.
I wasn't going to argue with this gift... being shorter was a bit odd, but ... 5' 7" was plenty tall I figured. Then I laughed. 5-7 with 9... that grew to 13 hard.
I showered. My muscles didn't melt away like the wicked witch of the west so that was reassuring.
What was I going to do on Monday? Still it was Saturday so... I didn't mind. Altered states of consciousness I suppose. I pushed my parents and friends out of my mind and got dressed.
I tried on my briefs. That was a no-go. I thought of Martin with his big cock hanging in elastic boxer briefs. I was going to have to buy some of those. I wore an old pair of purple boxers that a friend had given me as a joke. They covered most of my cock if I didn't pull them up all the way to the waist. That was when I realized what a monster I had between my legs... thinking about going out in public and having that hanging down my leg! And I had to roll up my pants cuffs. Shorter. Oh well. I pulled up the jeans and buttoned them. A bit loose about the waist but I pulled on a belt and that helped some. And they were a bit baggy so that - well, it didn't hide my cock but at least it didn't scream to the world look at this fucking python on my thigh. But I filled out a large muscle t shirt like I never had before. VERY nicely. I really needed an XL.
So I shoved my wallet in my pocket and went to the bar. When I got there I realized I didn't look like the picture on my driver's license, but the card was already in the doorman's hand and he was so busy looking at me he didn't more than glance at the license. I saw a bunch of hot guys looking at me in line while I was waiting to go in. Then again, the way I was feeling anything decent was extremely sexy to me.
Ever wonder what it would be like to be 23, horsehung, full of cum and muscle and so handsome you turned heads everywhere you went?
Well, it was fun. I have to say, I had the best weekend. It ended at a bath house. I was the star attraction.
Monday morning I woke up and things were different. I felt tired. I was changing ... after 15 minutes I realized I was changing BACK. Blue eyes to brown... muscles deflating... cock shrinking from massive... to average. I could feel it crawling up my leg as it retracted. I did get taller again. My hair returned to it's usually blah brown with a bit of grey shot through it.
That was ... something terrible for me. I suffered depression like you wouldn't believe for the next three days. It seemed so ... petty, so vicious, so mean, to gift me like that and take it back. One weekend of pleasure. I told myself life was still worth living... and it was.
I did go out Thursday night. I hung out at the bars in weho, looking for Martin. Finally I ran into him after 10pm that night. He was happy enough to see me. I was happy to see him, when I realized he had no idea what had happened to me the previous weekend. I kissed him deep and that was very nice.
He looked at me with his blue eyes and blinked. "I thought your eyes were blue".
"They change color depending on the light I think... "
"Well they are so beautiful!"
"Can I entice you for another get together tonight?"
"I would love to but I'm meeting friends- they should be here soon."
"Okay... but come here for a minute..."
I dragged Martin around the back room of the bar and into the alley and then I attacked his 501's with a vengeance.
"Oh god, we will get seen."
"I don't care I want your cock NOW!" I told Martin. I finally had it free and went down on it. His 6 inches soft quickly grew to 9 inches hard and then he forgot about the world for a few hot minutes. I sucked his big one all the way down my throat and did everything I could to please him.
In a few minutes he started to groan, his hands in my hair and then he unloaded down my throat. I swallowed every drop I could...ended with another deep kiss and asked Martin for his phone number. He was in town. I got his last name. I could find him again!
I sent him back into the bar to see his friends... with the promise we could meet again next week.
I made it to my car quickly and then drove home in ten fast minutes. I was watching my watch the entire way. Already, my eyes were blue when I pulled into the drive.
I ran upstairs and stripped. This was the first time I'd be able to see the whole transformation.
It was subtle until about 20 minutes in... after the sex. Then, my genitals seemed to change first. My scrotum felt mildly warm, and then my penis... which slowly swelled bigger and bigger. At 25 minutes in, I was hung as Martin. At 25 minutes in I was back up to nine inches soft and other changes were becoming apparen-darker, longer hair..t. But at 30 minutes in... my cock was 11 inches soft. I only shrank an inch this time... At 33 minutes my muscles really started to swell with growth... remember that water balloon on the garden faucet? All over my body. Might as well have a garden hose shoved up my ass... quite a bit bigger this time... My biceps... at least another inch of growth! amazing! and with the increased height I was bigger all over... deltoids got huge... I got down on the floor and did a few quick pushups... it felt good and promoted further growth in my pecs and arms. Whatever was going on was being affected by my being awake and active. I grabbed a set of dumbbells and did some overhead presses and straight arm deadlifts... each set was rewarded with further growth.
Then I had a very greedy thought... I looked at my 11" cock and stroked it into hardness and stroked it hard and fast and it swelled bigger and harder and I massaged my big nuts and blew a huge load across the mirror. I stroked some more and pulled on my nuts and twisted my nipples and blew a second large load across the mirror.
When I finally felt my head clear I saw that is was 50 minutes after my wild encounter with Martin in the alley behind the bar.
I looked at myself in the mirror. My hard cock was 15" long. Humongous. And i was bigger than the first time. The only diffferences, were that it was the second time I had changed... and I had swallowed his load... .that was definitely more intimate I guessed, taking his seed in my stomach.
Yes, we had used a condom the last time... but maybe there had been some transfer? I didn't believe in magic, this was some genetic modification. I looked much as I had the weekend previously... bigger, taller, more hung... more sexy. Yes. I was more sexy. I wasn't going to be able to go to work tomorrow. My voice was different so it was easy enough to leave a vm sounding hoarse and claiming a sore throat.
I jerked off for a few minutes, then I changed back into my "Martin" clothes and went out.
Back to the bar. Martin was still there. He and his friends were all looking at me. So were most of the guys in the bar. I said hi to Martin and he seemed shy. He was embarrassed to be seen with me. He saw that I was a taller, bigger, better version of him. It made me sad, really. I flirted with him but he didn't really seem interested in me. Finally he told me that he was "seeing" someone... and I realized he was talking about ME. My other me.
That was unexpected. But we talked for a bit and he was very friendly.. once I laid off the charm.
I must admit my behavior was a bit... bad... through rest of the weekend. Thursday through Monday. The transformation lasted longer this time... well into Monday morning. I spent most of my time at the Spa. If you blow up a xxl condom like a balloon to stretch it first, then it will fit on the end of a 15" penis.
The next Thursday, things didn't go the way I expected. I had returned to work Monday, then called Martin to get together and... he was called out of town on work. I had already arranged to have Friday off.. so...
I went to the bars on my own. I walked around... not much action there. Then I went to the bathhouse... there wasn't really anyone there I wanted to be with that wanted to be with me. I was looking for someone special... someone who I thought might make me special.
I went home and got out the trashy mags and looked through the escorts. There was a lot of variety... but there was one guy, muscled, blonde, tall, hung, I called him and he came over. His name was Rob- he was 6'2" tall and 210 lbs. It was fun enough... didn't cost too much... and I have to say he had a cock comparable to Martin's. Thicker, smoother, cut, and who knew... truth in advertising at last. His head wasn't as knobby as Martin's, more average sized, so the bigness of his shaft made his cock come to an odd proportion... Nothing weird looking, just a long torpedo with a normal head on the end of it. If he'd been proportionally to his cock head he'd be about half the length and thickness he was. The surprise was his balls were bigger than Martin's- I was sure of that. Well, he was 6'2" tall! We fucked around and I gave him a blow job and swallowed his load... he was a supershooter when he splashed his hot cum in my mouth it was so exciting I didn't know what would happen! When it was over, I chased him out the door pretty quick. I think it surprised him... he wasn't used to being the one to say time's up!
I stripped off the shorts I'd slipped on to walk him to the door and went into the bedroom in front of the full length mirror. I turned on the lights bright and looked at the clock. It had only been about ten minutes since... I had taken Rob's load into my mouth and swallowed it.
Nothing seemed to be happening. At 20 minutes I was convinced nothing was going to change... and then my eyes turned green. No, not incredible hulk green but beautiful sexy blond guy Rob green eyes. I felt the buzz settling into my body... fuzzy headed a bit. I sat down on the edge of the bed to catch my balance and get used to the transformation. it felt... different this time. Maybe I wasn't USED to Rob.
When I looked up my face was a bit more heart shaped, my nose a bit longer and my features a bit stronger.. and my hair was blond. My arms and chest, even sitting down and slumping, looked bigger. My thighs... those were already bigger!
I stood up and then I stood up some more. I was TALLER.
I'd avoided looking at my crotch... you know, I'd been so happy with enhanced Martin that I thought anyone else- it might be a let down. I looked bigger already though. I picked up a handy ruler... I was already at the 8 inch long soft mark and still growing. I stood there for a full minute and watched my cock lengthen slightly over the 9" mark in those 60 seconds. My legs grew longer and I grew taller. There was an intense ache and warmth in my scrotum and my testicles grew very big. Like baseballs. Grabbing one was like holding a baseball.
I'd lost track of time. it was 30 minutes into the transformation. I was only halfway done but I was already the size of Rob.
Now I looked at the ceiling as I grew taller and wondered... how big was this going to make me? Martin was about 5'4" tall and I'd been... taller than him by 4" and 5" each time I had transformed with his.. donation. Rob was 6'2" tall.
The muscle growth really started to kick in and that made me even a bit more nervous. I was starting to look like a young Dolph Lundgren by the 40 minute mark. My cock had continued to grow until it was 11 inches long soft. But it was thicker this time around- almost as thick around as a beer can. I was over 6'5" tall and still growing taller.
I stopped increasing in height at 6' 6 1/2" tall and 45 minutes. The last 5 minutes, all of it was exclusively my muscles growing bigger, then bigger again, then bigger yet again. and again.
It was stupendous. I admit I felt arrogant... why I might have settled for Martin... a great guy but look at what Rob was able to do to me, for me...
I tried to pull on an XL muscle T and it was too small. Rediculously so. I found the XXL to be a tight fit. My cock was thicker than with an improved Martin if not longer. And the balls.. enormous. baseballs. My testicles. Big as baseballs.
I'd purchased a red spandex shorts and I pulled them on.
Now that, that was obscene.
Look it up in the dictionary, there'll be a pic of my enhanced junk stuffed into those red stretchy shorts!
I was thinking about Martin... wanting him. Hey I DID think he was sexy. What would he think of my giant cock nailing his ass? The thought of it made my cock go hard in my shorts. Well, it didn't just go hard. It flexed like a bell going Bong and grew hard. That was fun to watch... the right leg hem couldn't contain my erecting cock and my meat burst through like a battering ram and hung down 3 more inches below the hem. This hypersexuality was going to take a lot of getting used to... not that I was complaining. But the idea of my cock... and it was a massive piece of meat soft, literally SPRINGING erect in a few seconds... WOW. And the sensation was like nothing I'd ever felt before. I figure Rob must have been oversexed to start with. He was an escort... business and pleasure.
I looked in the mirror. I wondered what sort of money I could make as an escort? or should I say Xscort? Or XXLscort?
So it took a lot of jerking off to get my cock to go down... seriously, I had a dildo, a rather large dildo up my ass and my nipples were on fire and I was pounding my cock and even a bit of ball abuse felt... amazing. Nothing like when I was me.
But after the 4th ejaculation in an hour I felt... momentarily satiated.
I pulled on some jeans... yes, I had planned this time, I went to the thrift store and bought jeans and shoes and t shirts and dress shirts of each size. I wanted to be able to dress okay.
It was interesting. My normal jeans were 34/32. The ones that fit best were 32/38. Okay, they fit like a glove. A penis glove. But I was in the mood and heading out on the town.
You might be wondering what happened when I mixed fluids with someone while I was transformed. Nothing. Just stayed the same. Couldn't do a new change until the old one wore off completely.
however... I did a bit of reading that week, about gene jumping and gene transfer. Apparently genetics could jump - literally from one organism to another if conditions were right. That must be what was happening to me. My body was latching onto the introduced DNA and assimilating it... until it wore off, went away- degraded, I guess. But somehow the tranformation did more than the original.. sort of a turbocharged version of the base DNA provided. I read hints here and there about adding copies of genes to make characteristics more extreme and such... maybe my body was doubling some of the DNA during the transformation?
So I'm not stupid. I mean, I may have done some stupid things with my giant cock leading me around town pushed by my massive muscle glutes, but I was intelligent, generally, when I wasn't so turned on I couldn't think.
I wanted to try a few experiments while Martin was out of town for the next 10 days.
So... I used my hot new body for a few things... one, I found myself a sugar daddy with more money than anything and he paid me $10,000 for a day with him. I'd say he got his money's worth. Todd gave me a $10,000 bonus on top of it for promising to see him again. Billionaires!
The next night was the same thing, repeated. He was an older guy but nice enough and I was sitting on $40,000 cash on Saturday.
I took some pictures of my body with a self timer camera and added them to pics of my second "Martin" transformation.
If things kept up I wouldn't need my job ever again.
Two, I was popular. And I wanted to try some other transformations. So, I found some HOT guys (6 hot guys- easy enough with Rob's enhancements) and gave them blow jobs and then I "saved" the samples and put them in the freezer. I got more than one sample from most of the guys. I was able to put in a bit of an additive I found they used to freeze sperm. Medical supply stores- well it wasn't a drug so they didn't care about the sale of chemicals. There would be some minor damage to the sperm from the freezing but most of them would be strong little swimmers when thawed. I put them in a container with dry ice in my freezer. That would keep them very cold for a long time.
I didn't know if it would work. I didn't know if I would change back, I didn't know if my ability to transform would go away. But it pretty much worked like you would expect. On Monday night the change occurred again. 5pm. By 6pm I was myself again.
That led me to my first adventurous mishap with my transformations.
At 7pm I was tired of myself already.
I had a list of the men by name and height and weight and race etc.
But I'd made a mistake. I was going to try Fred. Fred was a hot little cutie stud... 5'2" tall with a blond cowlick and a biggish cock for his size and dimples and a worked out body and the best ass in town.
But the same night I'd collected Fred's samples I collected some others, and two of the test tubes in my pocket must have been switched before I labeled them. I just must have thought the red cap was for Fred.
But it wasn't. The test tube with the red cap turned out to be from Milo. I thawed what I thought was Fred's test tube by setting it on the counter for a few minutes... then when it wasn't completely freezing I put it in my pocket to warm it up. About 7:30pm it was thawed. I drank it down in one gulp. There was a modest amount in the tube, nothing like what I'd had from Rob.
I stripped in the bedroom. I had a timer clock now. Yes I was getting very... professional about the whole thing. Or so I thought. About ten minutes in, I looked in the mirror. Nothing, eyes as brown as ever. I wondered if Fred had brown eyes? I though his were hazel. But that's pretty close to brown anyways.
I started to feel a bit of a buzz though. Apparently it was doing something. What I wasn't sure but I was staring at the timer with anticipation. I wondered what it would be like to be so short... like 5'4" or so with Fred's donation.
I stood impatiently in front of the mirror. My genitals started to feel warm. I didn't even like to look at myself anymore with my 43 year old body but I looked down at my shrunken genitals. At least that was how I perceived them after the last two weeks... average was just... tiny. I had made sure the donors were all young men in their early twenties. I was at the twenty minute mark and my cock began to grow. I didn't expect it to grow huge, because Fred was - you know, biggish but not anything like Martin or Rob. But I got out my ruler, and my 3" cock soft was already reaching towards 4" soft by then. HOT! I did appreciate being able to show off for the guys.
I expected I would start to shrink soon. My balls started to ache and swell. I was happy to see my soft cock stretch past the 5 inch mark. That was great! I guessed with Fred I would be about 9 inches erect- maybe 10 inches if I was lucky.
That's when I noticed that my balls were really growing big. Swelling. They ached. I rubbed them and it helped a bit but they still felt sore. My cock was approaching the 6 inch mark- couldn't hope for much more than that. My face started to change subtly, becoming a bit rounder it seemed.
And then I looked back down and gasped. my penis- soft- was sliding across the ruler past the 9" mark and seemed to be growing faster than it ever had. I looked at the timer and it was at the 24 minute mark. Maybe this transformation was happening faster this time. But it turned out not ... the transformations, near as I could measure, took just about 50 minutes. At this point I began to become a bit worried, as my penis was growing bigger... faster.... than ever. My hair was a bit shorter, darkish... not like Fred's.
There must be something wrong with the frozen semen I thought... but the transformation continued and I was powerless to stop it. I started to panic even under the high I was feeling from the buzz in my head. What if I turned into some sort of freak? What if the frozen DNA was damaged somehow? By minute 25 my ever expanding cock was past the 10" mark on the ruler. I looked up at the mirror again and noticed more changes starting, my face looked different. My hair was really short now, just a dark buzz cut... and my eyes were dark brown. My cheekbones were higher, rounder, my nose bigger, flatter, my lips... thicker, more coarse looking. Just then I looked down at an odd sensation. It felt like my cock was starting to hang over the end of the ruler. I looked down. It was past the end of the ruler. My cock was well on its way past 12" and when I glanced at the timer I was only at the 27 minute mark. Things seemed to be accelerating too.. my arms looked longer, not shorter, and my legs also seemed to be starting to GROW! There was some curly dark hair growing in around my pubes and my legs were starting to get covered with it too. As was my lower abs as I watched, the curly hair spread up to my belly button and then proceeded up to my sternum and then started to fan across my chest.
My nipples were turning darker, and growing, wide dark aureola around the pencil eraser sized nipples that were sticking out 1/2 inch already.
I looked down again. My cock was still growing and it felt like something was strangling my balls and I realized they were trapped between my legs. I stepped wider and they bounced forward, overfilling my tight scrotum. Then the scrotal sack began to stretch and they slid down and down and down my thighs.
I knew by now that whatever happened I obviously hadn't taken Fred's sample.
My cock grew longer, it was difficult to measure with the ruler so I picked up the tape measure and it was growing past 13" at 29 minutes.
At about 31 minutes my flaccid penis had passed 14 inches long and then started to darken. I looked up and saw I was growing taller fast now. I was well over 6' and still growing. I could feel my bones ache with the changes. My skin darkened, then turned black.
I looked down. My now uncut cock was jet black, I looked up into the mirror. I was a black man.
I'd taken two samples from Milo and I knew now that I must have switched the vials. Milo was black... Milo was tall... 6'9" he claimed. And Milo was a bodybuilder. And although I am not a man who believes in stereotypes, Milo was hung.
Yeah, I'd been fascinated with Milo and seduced him and given him a blowjob. His 13" long cock was like candy to me. But I knew that I might grow huge if I took his semen... freakishly huge. So I selected Fred. I thought.
So now I was becoming a jacked version of jacked Milo.
I watched my torso elongate, my shoulders widen, and I continued to grow quickly. I grew to 7' 4" tall at the 45 minute mark, and then for the last 5 or 6 minutes I watched as my muscles grew enormous. When it was over my body was quivering with power, I was shaking with the pure energy of my newly enhanced muscles. I was powerful... and tall. Tall... I was a giant.
My feet were enormous. Hairy, wide, big long toes.
I was also experiencing an extreme sexual reaction. I was hypersexed to an amazing degree. I was afraid to touch my cock, I really was. But it didn't matter, just the feeling of my giant penis swinging was enough to make me aware that I was about to get an erection. In the mirror, I was watching as my cock grew to 19" hard and swelled with power.
I touched my penis with both hands, strong, wide, long fingered hands, but they were tiny on my giant cock. I jerked off... I couldn't believe the sensations pulsing up and down my penis. I could feel the blood rushing with each heartbeat, up and down the length of this massive appendage, and then echoing back down from my giant glans. I stopped thinking for a while... and then I came. what do you say about that sort of event in your life? Do you compare it to your first kiss, your first orgasm, your first love? Not really. just know that I drifted, disconnected, and when I came back to the world later was still clutching my churning cock, cum blasted on the mirror 6 feet away, and cum pumping from my cock and running down over my hands.
I think it was a glimpse of paradise... for a few moments.
I had to mop the floor, then I showered. I had to duck low under the shower head. That wasn't something the builders had planned on, that the homeowner would be taller than 7' plus 4 inches.
I needed two towels to dry myself. it was a different feeling being a black man. I had a very deep voice... and I had enjoyed a bit of singing in the shower.
I wore a pair of sweat pants as boardshorts. Under that I wore a long pair of spandex boxer briefs, red and yellow. You know what I looked like with a 16" soft cock in that. The biggest shoes I had didn't fit, so I had to go barefoot or wear sandles with my toes hanging over the end.
I walked about a block and then turned back. I had way too much showing, I needed to get to a clothing store or find something far more discreet... like a kilt!
Everything seemed so short... even the ground was a lot farther away than I was used to.
But when I turned around I saw a hot young man on my tail. Then I realized the "young man" was Rob... the escort I had used as a DNA source for my 3rd transformation... the first one after Martin. I guess it is a small town. I was a bit shocked but realized quickly that there was no way that he would recognize me as the 5'10" tall white guy he'd tricked a week ago... since i was now 7'4" tall and black and even my voice was different. He really was checking me out and esp his eyes were locked on my big bubble butt muscle ass...
"Hey" I said as he approached.
"hey", Rob replied a bit surprised I think that I spoke to him... or maybe it was the deepness of my voice that made his eyebrows go up. At any rate he halted in midstride and I chatted with him for a few minutes.
"So where are you going?" I asked him.
"I was heading home..." Rob replied.
"Let's go." I said.
I guess being a giant makes one a bit bolder. At any rate he didn't argue and we were quickly at his apartment, which was only a few blocks away. Like I said, it was a small town. He had a nice enough place, if a bit generic... I kissed him and shoved my tongue down his throat. He was I think unused to being the smaller man. He was 6'2" and I was 14" taller than him. It seemed he had a bit of a fetish for taller men... and for topping them. I was completely fine with that. When I was lying on my back across his bed he was... appreciative. My shirt had been left in the living room and he proceeded to pull off my stretch pants. When Rob saw the size of the bulge in my shorts he didn't believe it.. didn't believe it, that is, until he pulled down the shorts and hefted my engorging cock with his own two hands. He was so turned on his own erection was huge! He topped me and it was obvious he was fulfilling a major fantasy of his. he pumped me for a good long time, when he was ready to cum I asked him to shoot on my chest. He pulled out and shot a huge load across my hairy chest and and then he went down on my cock... massive as it was and I unloaded into his mouth. He is heaven. I guess they call it pig play for a reason he was so turned on he was grunting and swooning alternately ... after that I asked him to wash up and get me a towel. When he went into the bathroom I grabbed my fanny pack and took 4 of the vials and filled them with the cum Rob had shot across my chest. We fucked around some more after that, and I gave him a blow job with my large mouth and huge tongue and he shot another huge load in my mouth I went into the bathroom and unloaded my mouth into another 4 vials while the water ran.
I then took the opportunity to show him what my giant cock and balls could really do... I pounded his ass, then when he couldn't take it anymore I pulled out and shot a huge load on him... 10 huge shots on his chest and then another 12 on his face. Rob was gasping, his face was covered in my hot milky white cum. I showered with him, then took off and ran back home, where I CAREFULLY labeled my treasure trove of his cum and put in the dry ice in my freezer.
What I did discover on the Milo transformation was this... the DNA seemed to not last as long as a fresh infusion, but it did last almost 44 hours. The first time had been over two days, then 4 days with a huge load from Martin,then 4 days with a huge load from Rob the first time, and then 44 hours from the frozen Milo sperm, which also had been a half full vial. I could figure out roughly how to control these changes in intensity and duration.
I did have amazing fun with Giant Milo, as I came to think of myself, Monday and Tuesday night. I was a big hit in the baths and I have to admit that I was very prideful of the amazing size of my cock and balls and the amount I shot and and number of times I could cum... and the intensity of the orgasm. I also discovered that I had an amazing ability to kiss with my huge tongue, and I didn't hesitate to enjoy that either with the guys I picked up-- they were all races, all sizes, but all young and mostly bodybuilders or dancers. I came 14 times Monday including the encounter with Rob, then I was even more aggressive on Tuesday so that was almost 20 but I lost count. It was a wonderful day, from the first orgasm that was from an everlasting fountain the to last one that I shuddered out sweating and gasping with only about 10 shots. As to the job, I had emailed in that I had a bad virus and needed a few weeks off, and they were totally cool with that.
Wednesday afternoon the change ended, and I walked out of the bathhouse with my head buzzing and no one really noticing that the giant black man was now only 7' tall. I walked to my car and labeled my samples and dumped them in the dry ice cooler in the trunk and then waited out the change in the car, It was an interesting experience. Soon I was only 5'10" and my skin was lightening, and then my penis shrank and shrank while my balls shriveled up again... to perfectly average. I had grown to HATE perfectly average... hypersexuality was addicting.
I was a bit, lonely, but the rush of the sex more than offset that. I wondered how I could ever have a long term relationship. It is amazing how many people wanted to instantly have a relationship with a tall blonde hung bodybuilder or a giant black man with the biggest cock on the planet. But I couldn't offer anyone something more than a couple of nights.
When I drove home I was thinking about changing up the changes... Martin was still out of town until Monday and I wouldn't probably be able to see him until Thursday or Friday... but I had a call on the answering machine from Todd. The billionaire. He was wanting my company. or rather, Rob's enhanced company. And he was impatient and promising a bonus. I waited for full hour after the transformation and I was feeling "normal" and then I pulled out the vials I had from Rob and our chance encounter. I tried to remember how much I had had from Rob the first transformation... I didn't want to underdo it as Todd was expecting spectacular... so I warmed two of the 8 vials and drank them both at 5pm. I was already naked, in the bedroom, and I hit the timer.
I sat for a few minutes, didn't feel anything. About 15 minutes in I was of course impatient but I was the same old ... me. At 17 minutes my eyes turned green. That seemed early. But I wasn't complaining. I could feel the buzzing in my head, a bit more intense perhaps, but I was happy to feel it. Very happy indeed. I was becoming addicted to the transformations... and I planned on abandoning my old life completely. But I would need some money to do that.
At twenty minutes I noticed the warmth settling into my cock and balls... I was already slightly taller, I thought, and looked much younger and my hair was lightening..thickening into a bushy blonde haircut... Then I looked down and noticed that my cock was already pretty big. I had other plans though, I laid down on the bench press and pumped out as many reps as I could with all my weights loaded on the bar. My pecs were burning! Then I stood up and used the same weight for overhead presses. then I did bicep curls with the heaviest dumbbells I had and then tricep extensions. I next did squats, until my legs were burning, and then I did my lats... I finished with some crunches until I was gasping. I hit every major muscle group between twenty and 35 minutes.
I was covered in sweat, but I recovered quickly from the exertion and stood up. I was tall, tall as Rob and growing taller, and more muscular than Rob that was for sure. I grabbed the ruler cause something else looked bigger than I expected... my flaccid penis was 11" long. I stroked myself erect and spent ten minutes provoking the biggest erection I could and then indulged in some ball torture which sent waves of pleasure through me and caused my genitals to swell much bigger than usual. I really started to feel a deeper buzz in my head and I had to sit down before I fell down. I knew something was happening... but until 50 minutes had passed I was unable to do anything as the room was spinning.
When my head cleared I looked up and the first thing I noticed was that I was squashing the mattress under my ass and massive thighs. I was heavy. I stood up and looked into the mirror and tried to catch my bearings. I was enhanced Rob again. Or rather, I was enhanced enhanced Rob this time. I felt both heavier, denser and stronger. I did some measuring- I was 6'8" tall this time, an extra couple of inches. I was also more hung this time, with 11" soft between my legs. I laughed. Next time I'd try for 12" soft. Also, I didn't think Todd would mind the extra inches. I picked up the phone and called him. He picked up on the first ring. Guess he was feeling the need for a tall blonde hung stud to come over and lay his baseball sized testicle across his face while he licked my fat cock.
I guess you couldn't really blame him. I didn't feel too bad about it as he was worth hundreds of millions. If he'd been someone who would have really missed the money, I wouldn't have done it.
I went to get dressed and go out. Todd wanted to take me to dinner. He liked some romance and I think liked showing me off. I was happy enough to oblige as he was a great guy and not just cause he was rich.
Well, the 32-38 jeans didn't fit. Not with my enhanced quads! Not to mention the extra couple of inches everywhere. So I went with the 33-40. Okay, I could have worn the 34-40 ... but... Todd wasn't paying for baggy clothes.
When i arrived at the restaurant Todd was waiting.
"My God you're even more magnificent than I remember."
I told Todd he looked great and he did... for a guy over 60... still, he was good company and he was fit and trim... and I was so hypersexed I could have sex with anything, with a little imagination. Which helped, and I did enjoy making Todd feel good.
After a lavish dinner he drove us to his.. well, mansion. the help was gone and we had the place to ourselves. Fireplace, fine wine, good conversation... and then I leaned over and kissed Todd... and proceeded to make the evening of his life with my amazing muscle flexing and his tongue covering and worshipping every inch of me... and there were a few extra inches to worship too... which he enjoyed... Todd was a champion cocksucker and he'd spent his life chasing and swallowing huge cock. I face fucked him and shot on him again and again and again until he was exhausted and satiated. Then I cuddled with him until he began to get restless and I knew our date was over. I showered quickly and when I dressed Todd shoved a wad of cash into my pocket. It was a big roll of cash, but it didn't make as big a bulge as my soft hanging cock did in the designer jeans. Todd squeezed my bulge and my cock throbbed and swelled under his hands. "My god you're amazing."
"And you are amazing too...!" I whispered. "Call me... when you get hungry again. I'm in and out of town but can always, fit you in."
It was the right thing to say. Todd wanted to be wanted.
I guess we all do. I walked down from his gate and put out my thumb. The first car that passed screeched on the brakes and gave me a lift down to the gay strip.
I had overdone the transformation I think, taking so much of Rob's semen... but I felt great... energized and wonderful. I had a wonderful fling with a hot bodybuilder, Jim was 5'10" tall and jacked on steroids... he had those 21" guns and a decent cock, Huge pecs and lats and traps and deltoids.. and he loved 69 and so we did a lot of that. I collected quite a few samples from Jim. I told Jim I was leaving town and made sure I kissed him goodbye before 72 hours was up. However, I didn't change on Saturday, it wasn't until Sunday afternoon that my head started to buzz. I spent Saturday at the gym... my body responded very vigorously to exercise and I developed quite a pump from a thorough workout. I swam to cool down and laid out by the pool in the afternoon and then went out dancing. It was a nice Saturday. I slept with a couple of guys that night but it wasn't anything special. I was thinking about Martin.
Sunday I returned to myself about 3pm. I wouldn't be able to see Martin, if he wanted to see me, until after Friday I discovered from a phone call with him when I had recovered my normal voice. He was coming into town on Sunday and he was working through the week. We made a date for Saturday. We did have a nice phone call.
I realized I had another whole week to myself. So I called my work and left a v.m. and told them I was feeling better but the doctor ordered another week of rest.
I decided to try that Fred sample that I'd mixed up with Milo. I really shouldn't have. I can be an idiot. I warmed up the second Fred sample and waited for it to thaw. It was a full vial. I thought no big deal... Fred was 5'2" (if that and a cute little muscle stud, with a biggish cock for his size, a whole 7 incher. But I figured his exaggerated version would be super sexy and definitely wanted to try the boy-toy thing.
I swallowed the vial at 4pm. I set the timer and waited. I didn't bother to take off my clothes, as I knew I would be shrinking down to become Fred. I spent some time answering some email while I waited for the long minutes to pass. I looked up and only 5 minutes had passed. So that was funny, so I went back to the internet and lost track of time. I looked up at 20 min in and my cock was tight in my briefs. Not unexpected. I stood up and noticed my clothes were tighter and if anything I was becoming taller. I stood up in front of the mirror and watched as my package swelled in my pants. That was hot. Then I saw that my pants were in fact getting shorter.
Damn. I had SWAPPED BOTH OF THE FRED AND MILO samples. I was turning back into Milo... with a full vial this time instead of the less than half a vial I had had before. I was worried about that. I had been... Milo was a very sexual being. What would a bigger stronger enhanced Milo be like? I was now about 30 minutes from finding out. Make that 27 minutes... I was at minute 23 on the timer and already I could feel that this was more than what I had had from Milo before. I felt a pang as i realized this was the last sample of Milo I had... but I might be able to get more.
My 34/32 pants were starting to look pretty funny. I was wearing briefs, khaki slacks and an old t shirt. The hickory farms beef log was definitely starting to fill out my briefs. And I was fascinated as my pants legs became shorter and shorter... as my legs became longer and longer, inch by inch. I was going to burst out of my clothing but I realized suddenly that wasn't such a good idea as my briefs were starting to strangle my cock and my balls were also now much enhanced. I fumbled with the waistband and dropped my trousers and laughed at the sight of my balls and cock overstuffing the briefs... I pulled those down with a bit of a struggle and kicked them free.
I was wearing the t shirt still, so I left that on... I was fascinated. I looked over at the clock and I was at 29 minutes. My cock looked... as big as it had ever been. I grabbed the ruler, then fumbled for the tape measure and saw that I was already 15 inches soft. I kept growing bigger until my cock was over 16" soft. amazing. and my testicles were really sore this time, the skin on my scrotum was stretched tight as a drum until it started to expand and the still growing testes had some more room.
Right then my cock started to darken.... as did the rest of my skin. I noticed I seemed hairier this time too, quite a bit of hair on my ass and thick tightly curled pubes and a very hairy chest and abs. I was laughing as my cock was hanging to my knees, for a moment, until my height growth started to accelerate.. My lengthening legs acted as an elevator, as my package started to rise up above my knees as I grew taller and taller. I looked in the mirror and I had a dark 5 o'clock shadow... that hadn't happened before... and my face, was tougher, meaner looking, bigger featured. I looked over to the timer and I was at 37 minutes... very tall, and my muscles were growing now too. I heard my muscle and bone and sinew crackling with growth. Already I was pretty darned tall and I had another 7 minutes of growth. I knew this time I'd overdone it. But there wasn't anything I could do to control the ride. I sighed and watched as my body continued to expand. This was going to be a 4 day ride I was sure. I also looked very young this time... I knew Milo was under 30 but I looked like I was 21.
I used the tape measure and I was already at 7'3" tall... and I kept inching upward. I was now at the 41 minute mark and I was already very muscular, but already surpassed 7'4". I grew another inch. Then another inch. Then... I kept growing... and then stopped. I know the height growth stopped because my muscle growth suddenly had an extreme reaction. The very very tightly stretched and tortured fabric of my t-shirt exploded off my torso with a rip and fluttered to the floor. I was going to be an ultra heavyweight bodybuilder. I knew it. Waves of muscle growth rippled through my body... my pecs were enormous, square cut slabs of hairy meat with gigantic cannonball deltoids on my shouders and biceps that looked like they were stuffed with hams. My thighs were ... the quads... so striated, huge. And my calves were hams. giant hams.
The buzzing was so intense I was in a stupor trying to think. Finally at the 50 minute mark on the clock the buzzing subsided and the artificial high cleared away.
I took a breath. I looked at my magnificence in the mirror. I posed a double biceps and a most muscular. My cock rubbed on my hairy thigh and then swelled to 23 inches long, thick and hard as steel.
I had so much sexual energy in me I jerked off for an hour. Then I thought about having a partner. I dressed in what I could find that fit me and I grabbed my fanny pack and before I knew it I was knocking on Rob's door. He opened the door, opened his mouth to speak and I stepped forward and put my arms around him and stuck my tongue down his throat. He didn't fight me. I smelled of musk and male sweat and I used him roughly... fucked his muscle ass and sat on his chest and slapped his face with my meaty cock... I humiliated him and he begged me for it. I took 8 more samples that night. I don't know why, but I did. Rob was a sex slave to my overwhelming masculinity and he called some of his escort friends over and I used them and fucked them and they sucked me off and I barely had the presence of mind to try and remember what vials were what. It was funny how easy it was to save the samples. No one expected me to do that so they weren't looking for it. It didn't register, maybe they thought I was sniffing poppers or something. There was a great variety of male flesh there.. including one sexy ripped skinny fellow named Nick with an 11 incher and big balls. He was a super shooter too... and I gathered a lot of his semen. After they fell into sleep I went to my car and refilled my fanny pack with vials.
I went over to Milo's. I was so much taller than he was, so hypermasculine, that he didn't make the connection... He was 6'9" and I was 7'7" tall. I had my way with him, basically overpowered him with my masculinity, but if there was such a thing as an irresistible force that was me that night.
I spent the next day much the same random sex partners, some paying me, some not... I'm not even sure where they all were or who they were or anything, but I knew it was important and I labeled all the vials as best as I could with numbers and scribbled notes on papers.
I spent all night jerking off... and on the last day, I stood in front of the mirror and made love to myself and finally felt the buzz descend on me. 50 minutes later I was myself... only I wasn't quite the guy that I had been. My flab was a little less, my muscle tone a bit better. It seemed the benefit of the exercise transferred over to my normal self. I really didn't care I could be ANYONE I wanted. It was Thursday afternoon and I took a nap... woke up in the early evening and felt an overpower desire to change.
I resisted becoming Milo I loved the change... I had plenty of Rob but would save him for Todd...
I could become Martin... who I missed, and then decided no. I wanted Martin but not to be him, not tonight. I wanted to be something new.
Then I remembered that skinny sexy hung dancer that was a friend of Rob's. He was hot. I managed to rewrite all the notes and make extra notes based on my memory and then I grabbed TWO of the skinny sexy hung dancer boy Nick vials. They were full up. I couldn't remember quite how tall he was, kinda average, maybe 6 feet.
So I thawed them and drank them down at 5pm on Thursday. That was that. I set the clock. Here I was, ready for another ride.
At 20 minutes I was staring into the mirror... I was stripped even though the room was a little bit chill. My brown eyes turned hazel. I was on my way. I felt a buzz descending on my brain... I was enjoying the sensation this time, the ride should be no surprises. Nick was a little party animal dance machine... and I was looking forward to a fun weekend dancing.
First thing I noticed was how smooth my skin was. Great complexion too... nice even skin tone. Then I felt the next indicator... my 3" soft cock started to grow. It was always a fun thing to discover the new equipment.... I grabbed my cock and felt it growing. Nick had been hung, very hung... that skinny white boy hung thing going on. Well, he apparently was very thick hung too, as my meat swelled and then became thicker and thicker. I laid my cock on the longer 15" ruler I had found and watched as the skin grew over my cock, Nick was uncut. My soft cock was already 5 inches long and it grew longer and longer, rolling out past the marks like a time lapse film... growing huger and longer and thicker... man, Nick must have a BIG knobby head cause was certainly getting one! Soon I was at 26 minutes and 7 inches long... 27 minutes and 8 inches long... 28 minutes and 9.5 inches long... 29 minutes and almost 11.5 inches long... 30 minutes and 12 inches long... 31 minutes and 13 inches long. I smiled. I sure knew how to pick em.
I'd been so interested in my meat that I had completely ignored my balls. They were big... beautiful, a giant double handful of supershooting cum factories. I grew taller, inching taller slowly. I didn't expect to be super tall with Nick... I ended up at 6'3" tall, a good height for showing off my 13" soft package. My muscle growth was more pronounced, but I looked more like a ripped swimmer when it settled out... although my pecs and biceps were certainly bigger than most guys you see at the pool. And I had great thighs, and a hot cute tush... very firm and smooth and it was the best ass I'd had so far as far as sheer male beauty.
My face was wide eyed, with a cute straight nose, high round cheekbones and a beautiful sexy smile. I wanted to swoon when I saw myself in the mirror.
I went to the clubs and wore some tight 29/36 size slacks... I sure got noticed... it was a great body for dancing. I was having a great time.... I was really checking out the packages on the other guys in the club, I was definitely in a transformation where I was a bottom despite the huge sausage hanging to my knees... and when Milo entered the club I went straight for him. He sure didn't mind going home with Nick. I sure didn't mind either... I rode his meat and he called me his white bitch and I begged him to fuck me harder with his 13" erect fuckstick. He pounded me good and long and then I begged him to shoot on my chest. I have to say he'd worked up quite a load... while he took a pee break I collected 6 vials scraped from my chest, and when I gave him a blowjob about 30 minutes later I snuck into the bathroom on the same excuse and collected another 7. By the time I was finished with him I'd managed to fill all 20 of the tiny vials in my fanny pack.
I'd also had about the wildest ride of my life so far... excepting when I'd been the superenhanced Milo...
I met up with Milo again on Friday night and had another wild evening... he was supersexed and my hot muscle ass bubble butt turned him on bigtime. He rode me for hours. At the end of the evening on Friday I had collected all told 45 vials of Milo. And that was just what I'd been able to sneak on the sly from that supershooter.... a lot more went down the shower drain. I found out Milo went out almost every night and he told me what clubs and parties too.
Saturday I spent at the beach laying in the sun and playing volleyball. I looked great in my bulging square cut speedos and flirted with all the boys and men at the gay beach. I had some fun with a nice guy... he was so sweet, he did top me but then asked me to fuck him when he saw my erect cock so I obliged.
Another blonde young man- Stewart- asked if he could see my cock so I pulled out the waistband and he looked in.
"Damn it's all real"
"Yes it's a heavy burden."
He looked at me with turqouise eyes and sighed. "I thought you might be stuffing your swimtrunks."
"Naw I just got lucky"
"What's your ethnic heritage?"
"I'm not sure" I told him. Then we were kissing. He had an apartment not too far away and is roommate was out so we had fun there. He fucked me. He told me he liked fucking hung bottoms. I told him I liked being a hung guy if it meant he would fuck me.
He was so sweet... average guy, beautiful body, sweet face, sweet to kiss too... I collected about 4 vials. He wasn't anything special but that's what made him so special... and he was soooo sweet.
Saturday late afternoon I felt the buzz coming on and I quickly kissed Stewart and told him I had to meet some people and headed out. I walked to my car, slowly so I didn't fall or get woozy, and when I reached the car I was only 5-10 again. But I still had Nick's giant enhanced cock in my pants, but when I pulled into my driveway 20 minutes later that was gone. The last of the buzzing faded and I went upstairs.
I really didn't plan on it... but certain things can be addicting. I spent a few minutes upstairs, and then when the hour rolled around I found myself in front of the timer holding 2 of the Milo vials. I knew it was a major mistake but I couldn't help myself I really craved that sort of power and uncontrollable lust. I'd only ever used 1 full vial with Milo that was the second time, but I found myself swallowing two whole vials. I hit the timer and paced the room. Then I quickly set up my video camera. I wanted to record this.
I didn't have to wait long. This time the buzzing set in at 15 minutes- way early. What would a double dose do to me? Longer duration... or more gene doubling? I started the video recorder. I stood where I could see myself in the monitor. It was hot to see, it wasn't the mirror image I was used to.
My genitals started to get warm and at about 17 min I noticed my cock was definitely starting to grow. I grabbed the 15" ruler and measured... already 5". My balls were really starting to ache this time... it was the most discomfort I'd had during a transition so far, Milo's giant nuts were quite an adaptation. For a few minutes I felt like I had the worst case of blue balls on the planet. When that started to subside a bit I looked up. I looked at the timer. 25 minutes. And I had the most amazing tube of human flesh draping down like a waterfall over my swelling testicles. I'm guessing there was more gene doubling with more genetic material. My soft cock was way over a foot in length and continuing to hang towards the floor, below my knees now. It was too much. I 'd taken too much. I felt sick, what was going to happen? at 30 min I was starting to grow a bit taller, when the white snake hanging down a foot and a half suddenly turned coal black. Then the rest of my skin started to darken somewhat. I watched my skin turn completely black at 32 min and dark curly dense black pubes were sprouting like a forest around my scrotum and fanning up my abs and across my chest.
This time my nose was broader, my lips were thicker, my eyes almost black like the eyes of a panther. I had a short dark beard on my face and my cheekbones were high and my jaw was strong and prominent.
The one good thing about being so tall was it kept my cock above my knees... barely. I sprouted taller and taller, all knees and elbows and long shanks and each minute I grew two inches and at 42 min I was 7'10" tall. Then my muscles started to grow. Or rather, they exploded with sudden growth.
It was pillsbury poppin fresh time as my muscles all blew up. I held up and stood as long as I could and then sat on the edge of the bed as the change swept over me. The bed frame creaked in protest.
When my head finally cleared I realized my chin was resting on two huge muscle pecs... that was when the desire, ultrasexuality and muscle power hit me. My cock leapt erect between my legs and shot a river of cum across the room. When that subsided I could think again.