The Gene Gene 5
by RdyRoger
Stewart wanted to wait to be himself again, which disappointed me as I was having the idea of us both changing into Stewart and being twins, boosted to the same level. Stewart agreed to do that later... darn, as I was looking forward to walking on the beach in matching speedos!
So we decided on something a bit daring for me. I was getting used to being the big man, but Stewart wanted to see me as the short boosted asian bodybuilder that I'd told him about from Todds. So I was gonna be a short stud with maybe a 4 inch cock. And an exceptional ass. Stan the japanese bodybuilder was an insatiable bottom. Even I as the giant Rob hadn't been able to exhaust his pneumatic ass.
So the idea was Stewart would become all top! and I knew that he would need a big cock to keep me satisfied for 2 days as Stan the bottom.
I added the old reliable Nick the superhung dancer to the equation- one vial, boosted 2x from my transfer. Then I added in the giant Samoan from Todd's party. And I threw in something new, that I wouldn't really normally use, but seemed appropriate. Sam was this guy at the baths... a huge bellied roid gut bear with a dark hairy chest and muscle and layers of fat. He was huge too, if he were to diet down I would bet he would be a great pro bodybuilder. But anyways he was this giant hairy bear with strength emanating from him.. and he had a very thick cock, 8 inches or so, and good sized balls. So I added that in. Finally I wanted to add in some muscle on top of muscle on top of muscle.. so I selected a guy who was average in every way I'd met at the baths, with the exception that he was a roided up bodybuilder with the most oversized pecs for his size I'd ever seen. That was four vials mostly full, with Nick "The Giant Dick" dancer to carry the morph.
Stewart was ready. I gave him the thawed vials and he drank them down.
"Feels weird to be planning to be such a giant top when I'm currently an insatiable bottom!"
And as he said that I drank down the Stan DNA. I immediately regretted it. You may know by now I'm a size queen so... going down to a small dicked short guy, even if he was a stud bodybuilder, was something that I was doing for Stewart. Heck, it made me happy to do it for him.
He looked at me and smiled. "You worried?"
I'm just not used to being the small guy.
almost immediately - about 10 minutes or less, my eyes turned brown and my genitals started to shrink. My skin turned that awesome brown tan color smooth and flawless. Soon, I was only 5" long. Then I shrank to 4" long. I started to get worried. I suddenly realized that bigness might be amplified, but what about characteristics for smallness? When my cock shrank to 3" I looked up at Stewart.
"You know I'm just doing this cause I love you."
"Yeah, I know."
Just then Stewart groaned and grabbed his groin and started massaging his junk. That was a sign he was gonna be really big.
His eyes turned dark and he sat there, rocking back and forth, pressing on his junk to try and relieve the pain.
When I looked back down my flaccid cock was about an inch and a half long.
I was shrinking by now in more ways than in the groin. My pubes were now virtually hairless and so were my pits. I had dark nipples that were about the size of nickles but stuck out. And I was shrinking in height too. This time I was dropping like an elevator and after a few minutes I was about 5'3" which is about the size Stan was but I kept shrinking. I ended up at 4'11". And I was wishing that 11" was in my crotch. I felt like there was nothing between my legs. A stub of a tiny dick and a set of the smallest balls I've ever seen.
My face though was pretty damned hot... high cheekbones, square jaw, dimpled smile, perfect nose... ears fit the skull, and the hair was cropped short on the sides and just a bit longer on top so I could comb it flat, leave it as a crewcut, or spike it with gel. I ended up later liking the spikey thing.
My hands were pretty big sized for my body and my arms were long, and I had a tiny waist and wide shoulders... proportionally, that is. My feet were size 11s which was pretty big for my height. 11 inches everywhere but where it counts!
I was about ready to run to the freezer and add in some Nick but just then my muscles started to shudder and inflate. I was quickly piling on smooth rounded muscle under my skin and my delts were getting huge and my biceps had nice peaks already. And my pecs.. they were so big they belonged on some other super heavyweight bodybuilder. Not on tiny Stan.
My ass blew up kinda huge and round and firm and smooth and you could probably bounce silver dollars off of it- and it felt a bit different too there, very sensitive, unusual, nothing like Martin Fred Nick had felt...tingly almost. My quads were going from huge to humongous and my calves were continuing to pile on so much thickness I realized I probably wouldn't be able to wear anything but baggy jeans... and those would be TIGHT.
My lats filled out wide, esp under my broad shoulders and tapered quickly in that classic V cut to my tiny waist.
I had developed thick abs along the way but they weren't very wide, and they tapered down and pointed to the empty space between my legs. And then I thought this must be it. I looked at the clock and I saw I had ten minutes more. And that's when my muscles got freaky big. Despite the size of my muscles my waist remained obdurately slender and my muscles started to rub together when I moved. My giant biceps pushed against my enormous pectorals, my traps were rediculously thick, I had a thick muscled neck.. and my triceps pushed and rubbed against my lats when I moved my arms. My thighs- quads, actually rolled around each other when I walked and I think my wide hips were lucky for that even though it made my waist look tinier than ever.
I looked in double mirror I'd set up and saw that my leg biceps behind the quads actually bulged outwards, like biceps on your arms- and I was gonna have to forget about the baggy jeans. i'd be lucky if I had a stretch thong that would fit over my legs. I didn't, as it turned out later, but I did have a thong with snaps that I could wear. So that was that... I tested my voice. At least I still had a modest tenor... nothing shrieky or shrill or overly soft.
"Well, Stewart," I said, turning to him, "what do you think- cause you're gonna have to live wi..." I cut off suddenly.
Stewart of course had completed his transformation at the same time. I saw his back first... he was looking in the mirror. His legs were bigger around than mine... but that was to be expected, as he was 7' tall. They were.. craggy and bulging and had black hair curling on them. His ass... almost directly at my eye level... was like Nick's, but muscled and giant. and hairy. His lats... okay, they were thick. and ripped. and wide. And- made his back wider by sticking out on each side flaring a foot on each side. and thick. whew! He had a patch of black hair above his ass on the small of his back, pointing down to his ass. I looked down at myself and realized I wasn't going to be going there without a strap-on. His lats... forget what I said, they were twice as big as that. His delts were defined and huge and round and above that traps as thick as his lats fought to insert themselves into the neck. His arms were too long- even for being 7' tall they were too long and his fingertips hung almost level with his knees. I guess that was necessary because there was no other way for him to have triceps that big. Heck the back of his densely hairy forearms looked like triceps... his triceps looked like.. my calves.
His hair was black. "Well this was unexpected" a deep voice rumbled and gave my tiny prick its first 2" erection. And Stewart turned to me and I saw several things at once, each was like a flash bulb strobing, burning the images into my head.
Firstly was the enormous meat tube that was Stewart's penis swinging like a hammer on a heavy rope... it was so long that it was down to he knees flaccid, and it would have been lower excepting that it had to travel across to top of his enormous balls before it could start to hang downwards. From the size of his soccer balls, well, Stewart was gonna have to wear a kilt- and loop his cock on a support inside to keep it from hanging out.
and then.. there was his hairy abs, on a too-tall barrel torso, a black forest of curling hair that spread up and thinned just slightly as it trekked across his massive meat pillow pecs.. excepting they were sofa- cushion pecs... make that double thick sofa cushion pecs... and then there was the watermelon biceps. I'd heard that sort of exaggeration in talking. These were watermelon sized biceps. Stewart looked at me and smiled and did a double bicep pose. I nearly fainted. His juicy huge nipples were on the underside of of the curve of his giant pecs, sticking down. And his hair was long and flowing and doing that movie star newscaster thing all flowing locks and gorgeous. His eyes were hazel... hello Nick! and he was ruggedly handsome.. only so rugged it was scary. I think he was the only man I've ever seen that could hurt you with a look. Just by looking at you mad it would probably break your legs. His teeth were big and white and even and he flicked out his giant tongue and touched the underside of his chin with the tip- where it joins your neck. And when he smiled... How can a giant look like a kid on christmas morning? He can if he has Stewart's personality in that giant body and that amazing wide wonderful smile. I could fall into that and get lost. Please let that happen to me.
And now I have to apologize because I've been completely inadequate in describing Stewart.
but I can tell you he held out his arms to me and I ran to him and climbed up on him and he fell- like a tree in the forest falling- back onto the bed- thank god for the steel frame, it bent but didn't break, and I was kissing him and stroking him to erection and sucking on his giant nipples while he moaned deep in his chest with pleasure.
When he fucked me... well, his body was the body that Stan's body had been looking for his whole life. And Stewart proceeded to prove it to me... wild crazy orgy of my riding on his giant cock, his soccer balls flying as I rode him like a bull. When he came it was like heaven. I remember begging him to never ever stop fucking me.
Oh yeah, my nipples were wired to my ass... play with them and you can shove anything up me. My cock was sensitive although tiny, and I came a bit. Nothing you would notice next to the river that was Stewart.
All this from a guy that had been a top that morning. I'd heard people sometimes did flip at some point in their lives, I guess it was true.
The best part though was laying on top of Stewart, kissing him, feeling him breathe, playing with his hair, just being so close and connected. Just being, with Stewart.
That was the end of day one like that. I think of that as day one. The day I told Stewart I loved him.