Brad's big change
Part 1: The Offer
Brad read the posting on the bulletin board with interest. In fact, he looked around to see if anyone was looking to see just how much interest. He was still feeling very shy and intimidated by the guys who worked out and hung out at this new gym.
Brad had signed up here because he had heard that this was the place to come, if you had the money and you were serious about getting big. Not just that this was a gym for serious bodybuilders; there were plenty of them around Southern California. This gym had a reputation for being THE connection for all new kinds of supplements, drugs, and scientific developments aimed at physical/muscular development. They didn't dispense the old, dangerous steroids, but they did make various experimental programs and formulae available to the members. In fact, if you joined up, you were doing so with the understanding that you would participate. The maxim was "no man can be too muscular."
Brad felt very shy, almost embarrassed, about his growing desire to make himself into a big bodybuilder type. He couldn't really admit it, even to himself. He had thrown himself into working out, in college, as a way to bolster his confidence. By his senior year he had developed a nice, cut body, like the models in the male fashion catalogues he loved to look at. He loved the way it felt, having a body like those guys with muscles that, more and more, began to show in the clothes he wore. He was far too shy to wear clothes that would purposely show them off, but he began to wish he could get the nerve. At first, he had been satisfied with creating a body that looked like the very slender, cut guys. Then he began to think that the more muscular guys looked really good, and he began to add weight to his workouts, to try to put on a little more size. By the time he had move to the coast, he had begun to get nicely muscular and liked the way it felt. He began to pick up bodybuilding magazines and started to think how hot the mass on those guys looked to him. He kept telling himself that he would never want to be that big, that freaky looking. But he wished he could know how it would feel.
He had joined a bodybuilders' gym, just so he could be around those guys, many of the same ones he saw in the magazines. He would go home and fantasize about what it must feel like to be big like they were. Sometimes, he would even fantasize about being even bigger. He always thought to himself that he wouldn't want to be like that himself, but when he had those fantasies, it always made him hard. He would imagine having the confidence to go to the gym or the beach in the kinds of things these guys wore to show off their bodies. They seemed so bold to be able to wear those thin, Lycra shorts that showed off every detail, or, especially, those tiny, brief, posing bikinis. Every time he thought about it, he got hard as a rock. He was spending more and more time thinking about it and dealing with his constant erections.
When he heard about this gym, he thought he would join and then see how he felt about going for any of the experiment stuff he had heard about. He had, thanks to rich parents, plenty of money. You had to be either rich or sponsored to belong. He definitely wasn't going to jump into anything. He felt extremely nervous about the whole thing..
He had been amazed when he first saw the guys who worked out there. Most of them were truly huge. They seemed to carry a fuller, denser kind of muscle mass than he had seen before. None of them shaved their bodies, and they seemed to have in common a great deal of body hair on their chests and abs, arms and legs. The ones that worked out in posing briefs showed extraordinarily hairy groins as well. They also seemed, to various degrees, to have very large bulges at their groins. He definitely did not have any of these things in common with them.
As he was leaving, after signing up and getting the orientation tour, he stopped to check the notices on the bulletin board. Just to see what was there. He saw this:
ULTIMATE FORMULA FINALLY READY. LOOKING FOR VOLUNTEER. MUST BE A NEW MEMBER. EXPECTING INCREDIBLE RESULTS IN RECORD TIME. SEE GARY.
He went out to his car as fast as he could because he started to get an erection as soon as he read the notice. He drove home, the words buzzing in his head. "Incredible results in record time." Did he dare? The idea frightened him. His heart raced. But he was hard steel shaft thinking about it, so excited that he thought he would cum in his shorts before he got home. Should he do it? Would it get him really big? What if he didn't like being a big muscleman? What if he felt like a freak, embarrassed by his size? But even after he relieved his sexual excitement, he still thought about it and it still excited him. His mixture of fear and excitement made him feel high. He thought about the guys he had seen there. Thinking about them, the way they looked, made him so hot and turned on, he felt out of control. He grabbed his keys and hurried back to his car, knowing he had to do this before he let himself think about it.
He got back to the gym, went to the front desk, and asked where to find Gary. He was led down the hall to an office where the man he was told was Gary sat behind a desk. He was enormous. As he leaned back in his chair, every muscle bulged with his movements. He was shirtless, wearing stretch shorts. Brad could feel himself getting hard again as he looked at the size of this man's pecs, the hair that grew all over them, the mass of his arms bulging as he grasped his hands together behind his head. Brad wanted to reach across the desk and feel what he was looking at.
"Can I assume you're here about the notice on the board?"
Brad felt so nervous he could hardly catch his breath. "Well, yeah," he stammered. "At least I want to ask you about it."
"Okay. What do you want to know?" Gary brought his right hand down to his chest, slowly rubbed it across his gigantic pecs, then absently let it trace the line that formed down the center of his hairy abs to the low waistband of his shorts.
Brad was getting so excited he could hardly contain himself. "I'm not sure. I guess I'm not sure if I really want to do this or not."
"You're really nervous, aren't you? Here, drink this and take a couple deep breaths." Gary reached into a small refrigerator next to the desk and handed him a glass that was already full of something like Gatorade. "You shouldn't be so nervous. After all, you did spend the money to come here for the same reason as everyone else, didn't you?"
Brad drank the cold drink down slowly, trying to regain his composure. "I guess so," he answered.
"So, what are you not sure about?"
Brad felt a little calmer. "I'm just not sure I really want to get myself as big as . . ."
"As big as what?" Gary laughed. "As big as I am?"
"Well, yeah, I guess so."
"Why not? Don't you think I look good?"
"Yeah, I do. I think you look real good. I'm just not sure I want to be so big."
"You know what?" Gary leaned forward, "you're going to love the way it feels. And you're going to love the way the formula feels when it works on you."
"If I decide to do it." Brad could feel himself on the verge of panic, he wanted so badly to throw caution away, and at the same time he was so afraid to commit himself to becoming a musclebound freak. He saw, when Gary leaned back, that he was as endowed as the other guys he had seen earlier. His crotch was full to straining with what his shorts clearly showed to be a thick, enormous cock and an equally huge pair of balls. The question flashed into his mind whether that and the body hair they all seemed to have were a part of the thing, the program or whatever it was.
"You're the perfect guy for this, you know," Gary assured him. "I could tell the minute you walked in that door."
"I don't know." Brad felt his heart racing faster, his blood hotter. "In one way, I really want to, but then, I just don't know . . ."
He was feeling almost stoned. Was he so afraid of it? His lips felt numb and he was almost quivering. He felt so flushed, so lightheaded. He had never known anything like this fear, this apprehension that made him feel like this. And it was weird, because at the same time, he felt more and more turned on looking at Gary's massive muscles, his bulging crotch, even his hairy chest and stomach, imagining himself like that . . .
"It's already starting to feel good, isn't it?" Gary smiled at Brad.
"What do you? . ." and then Brad realized. "That drink. Is that why I? . . Did you? . ."
"Sure did. Full dose. You're already on your way." "I don't believe it! I don't believe you gave me that, whatever it was, without asking me!" He was near panic, now. He wanted to run but the lightheadedness was growing stronger. He felt almost dizzy. And he also felt strangely, unbelievably excited. He was realizing in a flash that he had no choice but to submit. Having the choice taken away from him made him feel something like a willing slave. His arms and legs were starting to feel like lead.
He looked at Gary across from him, grinning as though he knew what Brad was feeling and thinking. Now his massive body was even hotter looking to him than it was a minute ago. He seemed more physically dynamic, present, as though a veil had been stripped from his vision, his perception. And at the same time, he seemed distant, removed, like he was traveling backward. The feeling was similar to going under ether, but he didn't feel at all sleepy.
Then Gary was speaking and his voice seemed to come from a great distance. "I can tell you're really starting to rush now, aren't you? It should be starting to feel really good."
It felt to Brad like he was in a dream now, or extremely stoned. It was beginning to feel really good, Gary was right. He felt warm all over, and the warmth was growing more intense all the time. His body felt like it was starting to tingle, like a mild electrical current running through. He could feel it in his muscles, his bones, even his skin. He went to say, "Yeah, it does feel good, but what is it going to do?" He needed to know just how this was working, how long it would take, how big it would get him, or make him. But he found that he could no longer make his mouth work or make his thoughts form words.
He had another bout of panic flood through him. But now he discovered that he not only could not speak, but he could not make himself move. It felt as though the connection between his will and his ability to act had been severed. But the panic subsided when the physical sensations began to take on a new color, an overwhelming feeling of sexuality. Whatever was happening was suddenly becoming intensely erotic. He was still looking across the table at Gary, and now Gary's body was the most erotic, intensely sexual thing he had ever seen. Every muscle, every swirl of hair on the huge pecs, the rock-like ridges of abs, was a manifestation of a deep, intense masculine essence. He could feel his dick growing hard in his shorts and there was nothing he could do to hide it.
"Gets pretty intense, huh?" Gary was looking down at Brad's crotch. "Look at that, my friend. No disguising your excitement now."
Brad couldn't move or answer. He could only think how embarrassed he would normally be, sitting here in front of this half naked bodybuilder with an obvious erection. Oddly, he didn't feel particularly embarrassed now.
"Go ahead, look at your crotch, man, Look at that hard-on."
When Gary said that, Brad found himself doing exactly as he was told. He leaned his head forward and looked at the bulge of his hard dick in his shorts, clearly outlined. He moved mechanically. But the sensations and thoughts were going wild. His own hard cock looked hot to him, extremely sexy. He had never thought of his own dick as sexy until this moment. Now, as he sat looking at it straining at his shorts, it felt very sexy indeed. He wasn't at all embarrassed by having a hard-on in front of Gary. He loved his dick.
"Well, you're really getting there, aren't you? Why don't you stand up?"
Brad still had no ability to move a finger, but when Gary told him to stand up, he felt himself respond, like a Bradot. He was standing.
"Now, I need you to take off your clothes, because your body is going to start to change any minute, and I want the guys to be able to watch it happen to you. And besides, they will be too small for you to wear very soon."
Brad did as he was told, and soon he found himself in the gym, at Gary's suggestion, naked, just standing in the middle of the room. All the guys who had been working out, and the others who were tending to administrative duties, or staffing the gym and locker room, had come in to observe. Brad felt extremely naked, but he liked the way it felt. He could see his reflection in the mirrors. He could not move on his own, but he did everything he was told, unable to resist or challenge any suggestion or command. And then he began to change.
When it started, the sensation was so strong it made him want to scream, but he couldn't. He was on fire from the inside. Every muscle was burning, his skin was searing. In the mirror, he could see his muscles twitching, rippling on their own, slowly going into contraction. He felt the most unbelievable cramp grip him from head to toe. And then the muscles began to grow.
Little by little they swelled under his skin, growing bigger and bigger. He could feel, as he stood there, his arms being lifted, forced away from his sides by his widening and thickening back. His pecs felt heavier and heavier as he saw them in the mirror widening, mounding up, growing thicker, bigger, creating deep creases under them. His shoulders were growing wider and thicker, like bowling balls. His legs were growing so thick that they were being forced apart from each other by the tremendous girth of his thighs.
He also saw that his body was becoming covered with dark hair, but only in the places that he saw on the other guys-his chest, his abs, his arms and legs, and his groin. It looked incredible to him. He couldn't believe it was actually happening to him even as he watched his reflection change.
It all felt so sexy, so intensely erotic, that he could not stop or control the buildup of his excitement and he felt himself jerking with the spasm of ejaculation. When he did, he noticed his cock and his balls in the mirror. He had not seen them before because he had been concentrating on everything else. But now, as he was spurting his thick cream, he saw that he had grown enormous. His hard cock must be over ten inches long and as thick as a beer can. Unbelievable.
"Amazing. Cool. Intense." The other guys were remarking on this show they were watching. "Flex for us," one of them said.
Brad obeyed, and was in awe of the feeling when he saw his biceps mound up like rock hard mountains of muscle and his pecs like huge slabs of meat that turned into boulders mounted on his chest.
"Let's see you jack off, get off on yourself," another guy said, and without hesitating, Brad found himself feeling his own body in an incredibly sensual way, turning himself on with the feel of his growing, huge muscles, the hair on his chest and stomach. He continued to stroke and feel himself, especially his groin, which was becoming extremely hairy, as he began to masturbate. He could feel that, as they had told him to, he was doing this to show them what they wanted to see. He was giving them a sex show. His cock felt huge in his hand, his balls were gigantic. He soon came again, spurting a seemingly endless stream of hot cum all over the floor. Oh, yes!! This was hotter than he could have ever imagined!!
Slowly, Brad began to feel himself coming around to a more normal state, in his head, that is. He began to feel a return of his own will, his focus. It felt like he was waking up from hypnosis. Except, as he came around, he realized that the dream was continuing. When he was able to walk on his own, he felt the unbelievable mass of his thighs forcing his legs apart, rolling around each other in the distinctive walk of a seriously huge bodybuilder. Not just huge. He was massive beyond comprehension. His arms hung out at radical wide angles from his sides, forced out by the thickness and width of his upper back and his gargantuan pecs. He arms were so heavy and thick with muscle. Everything about him was bigger, much, much bigger that he ever dared let himself imagine. And he felt no shyness, no embarrassment about how he looked. He thought of himself flexing and posing as he jacked off in front of all these men he didn't know, and he didn't care. He would do it again. He realized he loved what had happened to him. He wanted to show himself off. And Oh, God, was he horny!! And with this new set of equipment, getting off was going to be so hot!! What a change!! He tried to imagine the kinds of clothes he would or could wear now, and how he would look in them. He barely noticed the other guys in the room for a moment, he was so lost in his thoughts. Yes, indeed. This was a new life for Brad, and he couldn't wait to get out there and enjoy it.
Part 2: Brad Goes For It
Brad couldn't believe how great he felt walking from the gym floor back to Gary's office. He thought how hesitant he had been about trying this formula, about really doing something with his repressed but insistent fantasy about becoming a huge bodybuilder. Now he was acutely aware of the powerful sexual impact of realizing that fantasy.
He felt how he was walking now, with his huge, rock hard thighs creating this new, rolling gait, and the wide swing of his massive arms colliding with his incredibly thick lats and pecs. He felt the weight of his cock and balls swinging against his thighs, bouncing off them so much lower than before, feeling so much heavier, meatier. Everything he felt was a rush of unbearably intense masculine sexuality. His hard, swollen pecs and biceps were as erotic to him as his cock. He couldn't believe he had been nervous about letting himself go through this, about being made into a musclebound hunk. He just hadn't imagined that real muscle mass would feel so good on his body. And the body hair. It felt so hot, so masculine. And the size of his cock and balls, now. He was still partly hard from his recent display on the gym floor, and he was so fucking horny he couldn't believe it.
The weight of Gary's arm around his shoulder suddenly became his central focus. That gorgeous hunk with the body beyond massive had brought him into the same league, and now was walking beside him, congratulating him.
"So, how do you feel, guy? You did great, and you responded great to the formula. It was amazing to see it work so fast."
Brad still felt a little dizzy from it. "It felt pretty fucking amazing, too."
"You were so nervous beforehand. About getting big like me, and all. Still feel strange about it?"
They arrived at Gary's office. A few guys from the gym were still watching as they went inside and Gary closed the door.
Gary turned and looked at Brad. He really had come through it beautifully. And what a turn-on to watch him change. Now it was just as much a turn-on to see him standing there, totally comfortable with his nakedness, enjoying how his biceps bulged as he flexed his right arm and felt his new muscle, his dick growing hard again. He looked down at his thick, hairy pecs, feeling their massive contours, the silky hair that lay across them. Gary felt his own cock growing hard, pushing on the thin, stretchy fabric of his shorts.
Brad looked up at Gary while he continued to feel his own body. "Do I feel strange? Well, it does seem strange. All of a sudden I'm like a guy I would have fantasized about. I mean, look at these pecs! And these arms! Look at the size of my fucking legs! Shit, man. I love it! I never knew that muscle like this would feel so good."
"It looks real good on you, too." Now Gary's cock was fully hard and his hard-on pressed against his leg and the material of his shorts. "So does that body hair, and that big pair of balls you've grown."
" God, it feels so good, too. It feels so fucking sexy." His dick was fully hard again, jutting straight out from his hairy groin with a distinct upward tilt. "I love this fucking cock, man," he continued. "How long do you think it is? I bet it's eleven inches! And it's so fucking thick!" He grabbed it, flopped it up and down a few times, enjoying how the size of it felt. "Shit, man. It feels so fucking hot. I feel so fucking hot, having a tool like this. I've got to see what it feels like to fuck with it."
Gary was smiling as he listened to Brad. He remembered how it had felt when he first experienced his own enhanced organ. He would give him the thrill of first use right now. He began slowly peeling down his skin tight shorts.
"I don't see why you should have to wait to find out how that feels." He had the shorts pulled down to the point where his belly hair merged into the thick bush of his pubic hair. He stopped, looked up. "Why don't you come over here and help me out of these shorts? It's always more fun when someone else does it."
"Okay, man. Cool." Brad walked over close to Gary, looked him up and down. "You know, you are fucking gorgeous," he said as he ran his hands firmly over Gary's pecs, down his abs, into the tangle of hair, and on down, into the soft fabric, grabbing the huge, hard shaft, lifting it out.
Gary sucked in his breath when Brad pulled out his cock. "Yeah. Go for it, you muscle stud," he said as he grabbed both of Brad's swollen, hairy pecs, working their outer edges hard, rubbing over the silver dollar sized nipples.
Brad loved hearing himself called muscle stud. It still seemed unreal, even though he felt how real his mass and size was. It was incredible to him that he was having sex with this huge, gorgeous muscleman, and that, if he viewed the scene from an objective distance, he could clearly see that he was another huge, gorgeous muscleman. The two of them were a ballet of outrageous, profoundly male eroticism. His sense of sexuality was extremely heightened, the feel of Gary's muscles intensely erotic, the sensation of Gary getting off on his newly huge muscles just as erotic. His drive was nearly unbearable. He pushed Gary back on his desk, threw his legs over his shoulders, and felt like he was hurtling into orbit as he felt his cock, so thick and long, so male, so powerful, plunge its full length into Gary's muscular ass. Fucking with this tool was as intense as he had imagined. Maybe more. As he plunged in and pulled out, pumping harder and harder, watching the hairy hunk beneath him groan with pain and ecstasy, jacking off his own enormous cock, he heard himself almost screaming with the intensity of his pleasure, "YES. YES. OH, FUCK MAN. OH, YES. BIGGER IS DEFINITELY BETTER!! OH, GOD!! OH, YYESSS!!" and he spurted what felt like a quart of cum all over Gary's torso just as Gary came, creaming his hairy chest and abs at the same time.
"You like that, man? I know you did." Gary rubbed the cum all over himself, plastering the hair of his chest and stomach down with its sticky wetness, rubbing some on Brad's chest and abs, too, wetting his hair. He got more off himself onto his hands, and rubbed it all over Brad's groin and his cock. It was still rock hard and throbbing. So was Gary's
"Fuck, Gary. I'm still so horny!"
"Another of the great side effects of that formula. You can go all night, if you want, and it keeps you so horny that you do want it."
Brad grabbed Gary's cock and stroked it, then bent down and took its head into his mouth. It was huge. He forced it as far down his throat as he could, but he couldn't take in its whole length. And it was so thick. He thought it had to be bigger than his. The bigger the hotter, he thought, and he wanted to feel it inside him. And when he did, it was white hot. The most erotic sensation he had ever had. Gary pumped him like he was a toy, and Brad screamed with pleasure. Finally they both came again.
"What do you think, now, Brad? You said it a minute ago. Bigger is definitely better, isn't it?"
"Oh, man. I feel so fucking hot, man. I fucking love this!"
"I knew you would. I could just tell the minute you walked in the door of my office."
"Yeah? How could you tell?"
"Probably by the way you were looking at me, checking out my bod. I could tell my size turned you on, that my bod excited you."
"Yeah, I guess it did. Still does. But I had no idea it could feel so cool, so sexy to be like that."
"If you hadn't thought so, you would never have come here in the first place, and you would never have responded to that posting."
"I guess you're right."
"I know I'm right."
"But now that you mention it, you know what?"
"You're still bigger than I am. In fact, I think you're a lot bigger than I am. I know your cock is bigger than mine. And your balls. And I can see that you're carrying quite a bit more mass than I have."
"Well, the formula we gave you was designed to accomplish the most extreme morphing of a guy in the fastest possible time. It worked very well in that respect. But I agree that it could have used a bit more punch in the growth end. We might have gone a little shy, been a little too careful with how far we should take it the first time."
"Shit. I thought you would make me as big as you. At least."
"Hang on, there, big guy. We've got plenty of good stuff here. And what we're all about is experimenting. You telling me you want to do more?"
"I'd sure as hell like to be as big as you. How long is your cock?" I want to be at least that big."
"Really? I measure out at fifteen inches, hard."
"I thought so. It looks so hot. What about your chest?"
"What difference do measurements make, man? It's the size, the mass, the weight."
"No shit. What are your arms? About twenty-seven, twenty-eight, I bet."
"Twenty-nine." Gary answered with a grin. "But I think we're going to change that pretty soon."
"What do you mean."
"You know our saying, 'no man can be too muscular'? Well, we're still playing with pushing the limits, going way past genetics. I'm the guy who will put it to the test."
"No shit? How big?"
"Don't know, for sure, till we try it out. We'll probably go in stages and see how far we want to take it, or how far we can take it."
"Need any more volunteers?"
"We'll have to see about that. Meanwhile, since you feel you want to take yourself a little farther, like me, why don't you take this with you and give it a try?" Gary had gone into the small refrigerator behind his desk, had taken out a small vial of clear liquid, and handed it to Brad. "It doesn't have any of the hypnotic in it. You don't need that now, since you know you want to try it again and go for more. You'd probably enjoy doing it at home and just enjoying the experience, now that you know what to expect."
"Cool!" Brad took the vial, and then realized he had no place to put it, no clothes on. His clothes were still on the chair where he'd left them. He tried to put on the shorts, but he couldn't get his leg into them. They both laughed.
"We keep clothes here just for this reason. Things a big guy can wear. Let me give you some things you might like wearing."
Gary went into a cupboard where there were stacks of various shorts, T-shirts, tank tops, posing briefs, and pulled several out.
"These colors okay?"
"Sure, whatever. What are they?"
"We've got some stretch shorts here that should accommodate you. Here's a muscle-T. You want to show off what you've got, now, don't you?"
"Fuck, yes, man."
"I thought so. And here's a couple pairs of posing briefs. If you decide you want to go to the beach or something, or even for working out here, you might find these feel pretty sexy. They're specially made, cut extra skimpy, to show you off to the max, and with a generous basket, to hold all that he-man equipment." He winked as he held them up and put them down on the pile.
"Thanks, man. Let me try on some shorts and one of those muscle-T's." He pulled on a pair of light blue shorts. It felt strange and very hot to him to feel how he filled them up, how they made him aware of just how big and hard his butt had become. He arranged the fabric low on his hips and high on his thighs, just below his crotch. He loved the way they emphasized the muscular lines that angled down either side of his lower abdomen inside his hips, clearly delineating his groin, showing off his new body hair where it thickened and spread and obviously became pubic hair exposed above the waistband. He reached in and adjusted his balls so that the fabric held them up and forward, and fixed his cock so it curved down over his balls with its head lying against his thigh, the rim clearly showing in the thin material. His thighs flared dramatically from the tightly stretched legs of the shorts, creating a sexy background for the erotic bulge of his basket. He felt sexier than he had ever felt in his life. He pulled on the T-shirt, struggling to get his massive arms through the armholes, to pull it down past the wonderful width of his lats and the mounded, thick, hard mass of his pecs. It was cropped so that it came down just to the bottom of his rib cage. He had to adjust the sleeves, which couldn't even cover his bowling ball shoulders. He looked at the way it stretched over his torso, exaggerating his pecs, exposing his hairy abs. He was such a turn-on to himself that he started to get hard again.
"That's one thing that can be a little hard to control," Gary said, laughing at Brad.
"Fuck, man, I don't care. I'm fucking hot. Look at me, man. I am a muscle stud. I fucking love this!" And he pulled out his cock, jacked off as he watched himself in the mirror, and then put it back, soft again, and big and bulging.
"I better go." Brad picked up the clothes, his wallet, and the vial.
"Okay, guy. Have fun. I know you will. And come back in the morning so I can see how it worked for you."
"Yeah, I will. Thanks, man. See you."
Brad went to his car, enjoying every step of the walk, the way he felt in these clothes, the stares that followed him. As he drove, he noticed that everyone who passed him that could see into his car did a double take and stared openly at him. He had always thought he would feel embarrassed to look like a big bodybuilder and get stared at all the time. Now he found that he loved it. He would deliberately, casually push back his hair so he could flex an arm for them to look at. "Yeah," he thought, "Bigger is definitely better. They love it!" And he couldn't wait to get home and do more of that formula, get as big as Gary, feel himself grow. At a stoplight he flexed for a couple of guys sitting next to him that were saying, "Dude! Look at those muscles!" When they pulled away, he felt so hot, he decided not to wait till he got home. He only had a couple miles, and he wanted to feel the stuff in his body. He wanted to know it was in him, that any minute he would start to grow again. He carefully opened the vial and tipped back his head to drain it.
He wondered how long it would take to hit. A few blocks later, sitting at another stoplight with the same two guys sitting next to him, asking him to flex for them again, he started to feel the stoned, excited feeling that it had started with before. He suddenly felt very good, very hot, extremely sexy and horny. The light changed, the two guys turned off at the next corner. Now he was getting that feeling of intense, profound masculinity. He was falling in love again, more, with his muscles, his hair, his cock and balls. He had about a mile to go, and he knew that it would hit full force very soon. He should have waited. No, fuck it. It felt too good. His cock was hard again, and he loved how big it felt. And soon to be bigger. He drove faster, but he knew he didn't want to get stopped now.
Just before the turn that would take him into his neighborhood and about six blocks from home, the burning erupted inside him. He had remembered how good the growing felt, but he had forgotten how intense it was. He clenched his teeth, and then he couldn't hold back a scream as every muscle blazed, nearly exploding with internal pressure. He concentrated on keeping the steering wheel steady, but it suddenly became extremely difficult as his muscles started contracting, flexing, expanding on their own. Finally, a block from home, he had to pull over into an empty space. He clenched his jaws to keep quiet as he locked up his car. He grabbed the clothes, his wallet, and started up the block.
No one was out on the street. He tried to hurry, to get home, to get inside where he could watch himself change. Already, he could feel his legs getting thicker, forcing his gait wider, forcing his legs apart. His arms were heavier, his lats were pushing them out. It felt incredible. He could feel his pecs growing, thickening, widening, stretching the fabric of his shirt. This was fabulous, but he wanted to get inside, not so much to hide as to get to a mirror. He felt the load of his basket getting heavier, straining the fabric of the shorts to its limit. He only had three buildings to go to his apartment when the material of both his shirt and his shorts gave way. The seams burst open violently. His shirt fell away, his shorts fell down, held between his gigantic thighs like a rag. He crossed through the light of the building next to his, looking down at himself. He pulled out what was left of the shorts and let them fall to the sidewalk, and for the brief moment it took to cross to his own building, he felt free and wild and completely erotic in his nakedness. He felt like shouting so all the neighbors could come look. He felt magnificent. His cock was rigid as a steel rod, bouncing before him, big and thick and heavy and wonderful.
Inside, he ran up the three flights of stairs to his apartment. He went straight to his bedroom, to the mirrors that covered the closet doors. He felt on fire, and the fire was pure masculine sexuality. Every cell of his body was alive with a maleness so intense that the muscles themselves felt born from the maleness. His body hair was growing in denser, and it felt amazing. He held off jacking off so he could watch himself grow. His chest was so massive he could barely see past it. His arms were growing bigger and thicker, his back was growing so wide he couldn't believe it. He could feel his butt growing, his neck, his shoulders. His balls were hanging lower and had grown bigger and bigger and were still growing. His cock was growing longer and thicker before his eyes, and it felt so heavy, so meaty, so sexy. He knew what Gary felt like. This was amazing, incredible. The feeling of deeply intense maleness grew as he grew, stronger and stronger, until he was every bit as big as Gary and felt completely overwhelmed by the maleness that flooded him, filled him, made him feel like the essence of unleashed male sexuality, raw, masculine, totally erotic. He struck a most muscular pose and then a double biceps, and what he saw in the mirror was so exciting that his enormous cock exploded in an atomic orgasm, spurting again and again, all over his reflection, and running down the mirror into puddles on the carpet.
Part 3: Brad`s Big New Start
Brad felt so excited by his new body that sleep never occurred to him. In the bathroom, he posed for himself again in the mirrors, still astounded by what he saw. Even his face was different, more masculine, handsomer, much sexier. He had developed what looked like several days' growth of stubble, dark, perfectly outlined, and his hair had grown several inches. It hung over his eyes and he had to continually flip it back with his hands or a toss of his head, and it brushed his shoulders. It made him look wild and hot. He couldn't stop feeling his enormous, hard, massively rounded pecs, so wide, so deeply cut, so heavily overlapping his ribs. He couldn't believe they were his, attached to his own chest. He tried squeezing his arms together in front of them to watch how they flexed and mounded up, how unbelievably thick they were, how they created a crevasse of cleavage. He felt the dark hair that swirled flatly across them, so hot, so intensely masculine, so completely erotic. He felt how the hair covered his torso from his chest down to his groin, how it gathered down the center of his brick-like abs, plunging in a dark line, erotically pointing the path from his magnificent tits to the dark, thick, generous spread of his pubic hair. He couldn't believe how much he loved being hairy like this. He had to see all this body hair wet and soapy. He had to see what it felt like to shower such a hairy, musclebound body. Jumping into the shower, sensually feeling every hard, enormous muscle, his hands slippery with the soap, caressing, sliding over his massive contours, the dark hair foaming with lather. It felt as hot as he thought it would. He looked at himself wet and soapy, turned to see the width of his back, the size of his hard, rounded glutes. A bubble butt times ten. Jesus. He loved this. His feet were forced a yard apart by the tree-trunk girth of his thighs. His arms, relaxed, felt like a pair of hams; flexed, they looked like melons or footballs. Everywhere he bulged impossibly with muscle.
When he finally allowed himself to grab his rigid, throbbing cock, he laughed out loud at its size, at how incredibly good it felt, how hot it was to him to have such a huge cock and balls hanging from his hairy groin. Its sensitivity seemed to have grown with its size, and it sent waves of sexual pleasure through him as he stroked its length with both hands, all the while watching himself in the mirror, thick beyond belief, bulging with mass, dense, heavy, slick with wet soap, his body hair plastered to his skin, so sexy, so masculine. He felt so good, so powerfully male and sexual, so hot. This was better than a dream. Nearing orgasm, he thought of every fantasy he had once had about being a bodybuilder, getting massive, musclebound, freaky, about how he wanted it, and how afraid he was of it, of being embarrassed by being that big. Now, as he watched himself jacking off again, he realized with profound satisfaction that he was even bigger than those fantasies, bigger than any of the guys in the bodybuilding magazines that he used to beat off with. There was no choice now, no going back, no hiding it: he had become a preternatural creature, more than massively musclebound, resplendent with the most intensely masculine body hair, and a cock and a pair of balls so enormous they looked like a gay porn fantasy, and he absolutely loved how it felt. He felt so fantastic that he couldn't stop laughing, stroking his gigantic organ, and finally he came again, roaring with the pleasure of the feeling, spurting hot cum all over the mirror and the floor.
He rinsed off, toweled off, all the while growing steadily more turned on by his new body. His cock stayed hard and he still felt so hot, so erotically charged. He couldn't get enough of looking at himself, feeling his new muscles and body hair and his enormous sex organs. Everything about him felt sexual and kept making him hornier. He went into his home gym, set up his camcorder, and taped himself lifting weights, posing, showing off for the camera as though he were making a porn movie. When he played it back, he became even more aroused, seeing himself from different angles, really seeing how truly massive he had become. He couldn't believe his own rear view, the flare of his back up from his narrow hips and waist up to his bowling ball shoulders, the size and shape of his ass. God, what an ass! Like Gary's. Maybe better. Looking at himself made him so much hornier that he had to jack off again, and each time he came, it felt just as intense.
He thought about how the clothes Gary had put him in had shredded right off his body as it grew the last time to these gigantic proportions, and now he wondered if he would be able to get into any of the things he had brought from the gym. He found the stretch shorts and tried them. They held together, but his mass stretched them so tight and thin they were like his own skin. They clearly outlined and emphasized every anatomical bulge and curve. His basket looked like it held a couple of large lemons and a five pound sausage. He thought about how embarrassed he had been the first time he wore a pair of shorts like this, that showed off his manhood so distinctly, then how quickly he got used to it, enjoying being somewhat blatant, in a way that had become socially acceptable, about his sexuality. But this. Holy shit! He was in a whole different league. He couldn't believe he looked like this, that he had this kind of basket. Nobody had this kind of basket! Maybe Gary. He couldn't wait to go out in public and shock people on the street strutting this body.
He pulled on one of the muscle T's. He could barely stretch it over his huge torso, and he looked absolutely massive in it. Then he peeled off the T and tried on a tank top. Everything he put on was such a turn on and made him feel so hot and sexy that if it weren't the middle of the night he would have gone out right then. God, he wanted to show off. In fact, he felt more than desire; he felt a drive, a need to display this powerfully sexual body. He discovered that he could will his cock to stay soft, so at least he could make a pretense at public decency, even though he still felt just as hot and relentlessly horny. Truth be known, he wouldn't have minded parading around the supermarket naked with his full fifteen-and-a-half inch hard-on bouncing stiffly in front of him. Fuck public decency.
He needed to show this off to someone, someone he could taunt, someone who would appreciate his awesome body. Paul. He thought of his old workout buddy who lived just upstairs. They had met in the apartment house gym, and then had started going to the old hardcore bodybuilders' gym together. Paul was only seventeen, but he was a hot little stud who had always been very single minded about his desire to become a serious, big time bodybuilder, and he had always wanted Brad to go for it too. Brad had been more hesitant about getting big and freaky, but Paul had pushed and cajoled him constantly. Paul had always made a big noise about being straight, said he was just into bodybuilding for the sport and the accomplishment, but once when they got stoned together he told Brad he thought men with massive muscles looked very hot and sexy and that was really why he wanted to get big himself. He wanted it so badly that he had finally decided to give steroids a try and wanted Brad to try them with him. But Brad had decided he would rather spend the money, which Paul didn't have, on this highly experimental gym he had heard about.
He hadn't seen Paul for several months. He knew Paul had gone to the desert for a summer long training camp. He intended to do nothing but pump iron and do his 'roids. He was going to concentrate completely on turning that corner that would make him into a real bodybuilder. He already had a beautiful, cut, muscular body, and Brad figured if he had followed his program, he should be looking pretty hunky by now. They had talked by phone a couple times during the summer. Paul had said he was excited by the gains he was making, and Brad told him that he had decided to give that experimental gym a try, that they were supposed to have things that were much better than steroids. Ha, he thought, what an understatement!
Paul should have just got back from the camp. It was nearly seven o'clock, and he decided to give him a call.
"Hello?" the sleepy voice answered.
"Paul? It's Brad. I just wondered if you were back."
"Jesus, Brad. What time is it?"
"Really. Yeah, I'm back. What's up?"
"Amazing shit, Paul. Amazing shit. How'd your camp thing go?"
"Great, man. Maybe those 'roids are dangerous, but they sure are working for me. I put on fucking forty pounds of muscle, man."
"You did? I can't wait to see how you look." He thought of how Brad always liked to wear extremely brief posing trunks, how he always liked to let just a bit of pubic hair show. Sexy little showoff. He would really look hot now. "You know that gym I told you about?" he continued, "where they test all those experimental space age 'roid replacements?"
"Well, I decided to let them try some new, really strong formula on me."
"You did? Cool, man. I knew you'd go for it one day. Did it work?"
"Wait'll you see."
"Yeah? You finally gettin' big?"
"You got to see, man. It'll fucking blow you away."
"What do you mean?"
"Why don't you come on up. I'm dying to see how big you've gotten. Wear some show-off trunks. I will, too. I'm dying for you to see what this genetic formula did for me."
"Genetic formula? What's that?"
"I don't know. But whatever it is, it works about a hundred times better than any fucking steroids."
"Oh, come on, man."
"I swear. Just come on up here and you'll see."
"All right, man. I'll be right up."
Brad went and got one of the posing briefs Gary had given him. He held it up and laughed at the size of the pouch, like a deflated balloon, and the extremely skimpy cut. He stood in front of the mirror to put it on. When he had it pulled up and placed his prodigious equipment into the pouch, he laughed again to see how he looked in it. The bulge of his basket was enormous, and the weight of it pulled what little fabric there was low on his groin, barely covering the base of his cock and exposing nearly all of the dark, thick spread of pubic hair that surrounded his genitals. The suit was so small that it exaggerated how huge he was. He had always thought that a bikini like Paul always wore, cut so small that it let a bit of pubic hair show out of the top, was the most daring, blatant, sexy thing a muscular guy could wear. But this was outrageous. His mammoth thighs pressed together so firmly that they forced his basket to rest entirely in front of them, pushed forward so that it looked even bigger. He had to concentrate to keep from getting hard again. He turned to view himself from all angles. He looked like a fucking gay fantasy of everything male. And just then his doorbell rang.
He looked out his fish eye peephole. There stood Paul, a short, blond crew cut, morning stubble on his boyish face, the telltale steroid thickness of his neck. Even in the distortion of the lens he could see how much more muscular he was. He opened the door and stepped back.
Paul stepped inside. He had worn only one of his bikinis, which did, as usual, fall so low on his groin that a few pubic hairs crept out at the top. He walked in and stood with the air of a guy who knew he looked hot. He had accomplished his goal: he looked like a bodybuilder. He stopped short and a look of complete amazement came across his face.
"Holy shit, Brad!"
"I told you."
"Holy shit. Mother fucking holy shit!"
"You always said big was best. So what do you think?"
"I don't fucking believe it."
"Amazing, isn't it?" He struck a double biceps pose for Paul.
"Oh, man! You're fucking huge. I don't think I've ever seen a guy as big as you. And how'd you get so hairy?"
"It's that stuff. It stimulates your male hormones while it changes your genetics to make your muscles grow. I guess that makes all this body hair grow, too."
"Fuck, man. I mean you're really a hairy dude."
"I know. I like it. It feels really good."
"Yeah? It also looks like your muscles aren't all that got big." He glanced and nodded towards Brad's basket.
"Another effect. Weird, huh?"
"So, what do you think?"
"Shit, man. You got to give me a few minutes to get used to it. Is that really all you in there?" He was looking Brad up and down, his looks pausing at the bulging crotch.
"Oooh yeah, guy. It's all me and it's all man." He reached down and hoisted his basket for emphasis, thrusting his hips a bit. He knew if Paul was turned on that he would try to cover it up.
"You're looking pretty fucking hot, yourself, man. You definitely look like a bodybuilder now." Brad looked Paul's body over openly.
"Yeah? You think so?" He flexed for Brad. "I was feeling pretty cocky about how much I put on over the summer, but now . . ."
"No, you're really looking good."
"Yeah, well, all of a sudden I feel pretty puny."
"So you think this looks hot,then?"
"Fuck, man. I dream about getting huge like you, bigger than anyone. It must feel incredible."
"You can't even imagine how incredible it feels. There's something about that stuff that makes you feel unbelievably hot and sexy." As he spoke, he rubbed his hands slowly over his massive pecs, relishing the feeling of all his hair, and down the heavy ridges of his hairy abs, wanting to tantalize Paul with his obvious enjoyment of his body. "The body hair is great. Don't you think?"
"You know, I'm used to all the big guys being shaved smooth, but that hair does look good on you."
"I'd love to see you all hairy like this, too."
"Yeah, well, you're not likely to. I can't afford that place, anyway."
"You'd fucking love the way it feels. And you know what else you'd love?"
"I think I can guess."
"Can you imagine what it feels like to be hung like a fucking horse?"
"You sure you don't have something stuffed in there?" Paul was staring at Brad's crotch, now, and his excitement was stirring his groin.
"You want to see?"
"I've told you, man. I'm not gay."
"You don't have to be. Every guy is curious about other guys' cocks, about comparing with their own."
"Fuck, dude. Yeah, I'd like to see what all that looks like." He shifted his weight, feeling his cock swelling a bit, trying to hide it.
"Get a load of this," Brad said as he pulled down his trunks slowly, savoring Paul's expression as he revealed his big meat a little at a time until it hung free, his ten thick, soft inches propped forward by his huge, low hanging balls.
Paul stared. "Unbelievable," was all he could say.
"Yeah, isn't it? Now watch this." Brad was so hot, showing off for Paul. He wanted him to see his cock to get hard, and now he let it go. It quickly rose, swelling thicker, growing longer, until it stood straight out from his groin. "What do you think?" he said, gyrating his hips to make it bounce and flop aginst his groin. "It's fucking fifteen and a half inches, man. Can you believe it? And it's so fucking thick. I fucking love it."
"You know what, man?" Paul's own cock was getting so hard he couldn't hide it any more. "I'd fucking cut off my hand to see what that all feels like."
"Yeah? Really? I wasn't sure you'd be into this kind of extreme size. I'd love to see you like this." He grabbed his pecs again, flexing his biceps as he pushed them together, making the crease between them deeper. "I bet you'd like to see what it feels like right now, wouldn't you?"
"What do you mean?" He gulped. He knew his hard-on was about to pop out of his briefs. " Maybe you aren't gay, but you told me once how sexy you think really big muscles are. You gotta see what these muscles feel like, man, especially under all this great hair."
"I'd like to feel it on myself."
"I think you'd like to feel it on me," he nodded in the direction of Paul's straining erection. "I think you'd like to feel this muscle right here, right now."
"Shit, man. I'm really fucking embarrassed." He reached down and covered his erection with his hands. "I've never had a hard-on in front of another guy, but it does look so fucking hot."
"It's me, Paul. Don't worry about it. I've got a hard-on, too, and I don't care if you see mine. Come on. Come here. Feel this." He flexed his mountainous right arm.
Paul finally stepped forward and awkwardly reached up and felt the arm. It was like a boulder. Brad took Paul's hand and put it onto his pecs, moving it for him over their hairy contours. Paul was so close that Brad's cock brushed against his stomach, and when he felt it, he didn't move away. He was moving his hand, and then both hands, on his own now, all over Brad's torso, feeling, studying the size, the shape of his huge muscles. Brad brushed his cock again lightly against Paul's lower abs. Again Paul stood his ground, pretending to ignore the contact. When Brad brushed the swollen mushroom head against Paul's own hard dick, still trapped in his trunks, Paul's hips involuntarily jerked forward, colliding firmly with the shaft of Brad's cock.
"Oh, man. This is so fucking hot, what you did," Paul said, kneading Brad's pecs, sucking in his breath, his heart beating faster.
Brad reached for Paul's pecs, massaging them, rubbing hard against his nipples with the heels of his hands. "Yeah? I'd love to see these hot tits of yours get really huge, like mine."
Paul leaned into the pressure, pushing his groin against Brad's cock at the same time. "So would I, man. So would I."
"And these arms." Brad moved his grip down Paul's muscular arms.
"Yeah." Paul was working Brad's muscles harder now, faster.
"And I'd love to see some hot body hair on your chest and your stomach, running down these abs," he moved a hand down the center of his abdomen toward his groin, "right into a big bush that spreads out of your trunks just like mine does." His hand reached the top of Paul's trunks, flicking the pubic hairs that stuck out.
"Yeah, man. That looks so hot."
"You think so? With a huge cock and a huge pair of balls? You think you'd like that?"
"Fuck, man. Are you kidding?"
"As I remember, you've got a pretty nice dick as it is." Brad reached for Paul's trunks and started to slide them down, slowly. Paul let him do it, let his hard cock spring out. He did have a big dick for a regular guy, probably eight inches and thick, but it looked small next to Brad's.
"I used to think so."
"You know what I'd like to do?" Brad asked.
"I'd like to give you that formula they gave me. I'd like to watch you grow huge and hairy."
"That's okay with me, man. Could you do it? Would you?"
"You'd let me make you into a muscle monster?"
"Fuck, yes, man."
"I'd like to hold onto this cock and play with it while it grew bigger and bigger right before our eyes." With this, he took hold of Paul's cock, squeezing it gently. When he did, Paul stepped back almost involuntarily, just enough to break free of his hold. "I'm sorry, man," Brad said. "I almost forgot. You're not gay."
Paul managed a nervous laugh. "No, I'm sorry. I guess you just surprised me. But that does sound hot, if you could do that to me. Really hot."
"I can tell the idea has you turned on. It has me turned on, too." He started playing with his own cock, then stroking it. "Another thing that stuff does," he said, stroking now with both hands, "it makes you unbelievably horny. Hope you don't mind if I jack off in front of you."
"Fuck man, I don't mind. I'd love to see you work that big dick, if I'm going to get to have one like that, too."
"Why don't you jack off with me. That's not too gay, is it?"
Paul was so turned on by the whole thing that was happening, that he was seeing in front of him, that was being offered to him, that he gave in and went along, jacking off with Brad. When they both came, Paul was astounded by Brad's orgasm, by the amount of cream he spurted. And then, as soon as they cleaned off, Brad told Paul he had to run to the gym and check in, but, if he waited there, he'd be back shortly with a big present for him.
"I'll do my best."
"Then I'll be right here, man. How long do you think you'll be? I can't wait."
Brad got into a pair of shorts and a tank top and hurried to the gym. He thought of Paul, waiting for him, of giving him the formula and seeing him react to the rush of horny sexuality as he swelled and grew as big as he was. He thought of hot Gary at the gym, how he would react when he saw how much bigger he had grown last night. He thought of what Gary had said just before he left, about carrying the experiments further, getting even bigger. As he drove, he was aware of the constant stares directed at him. He had been so excited, he hadn't even realized that he was actually out in public in the light of day, displaying this magnificent body to the amazed people that passed him by. He was so turned on by all that was happening that he felt giddy. His cock strained in his shorts, its full, steel hard length and girth nearly bursting through the fabric, seeping a large spot of pre-cum. He wasn't sure he could hold back his orgasm until he got to Gary's office.
Part 4: Brad`s Recruit
Brad pulled into the parking lot at the gym and found a place to park. It was early and the lot wasn't very crowded. Walking across the lot he noticed a couple of the regulars he had seen yesterday, and they noticed him. He saw one nod in his direction, the other look, and he could just make out one of them saying, "That's the guy from yesterday." They both shared a look at each other that told Brad they found him extremely hot. These guys were big, really big, and yesterday Brad would have got a hard-on thinking about their size and attributes and whether or not he wanted to get that big. Now he knew he was much bigger than they were, and he knew why they kept staring at him. He walked slowly, fully enjoying the feeling of being out in the light of day, strutting through a public parking lot with his unbelievable new body on public display. Both his arms and his legs swung in wide arcs around his humongous mass as he walked. He could feel his cock and balls, so heavy and large, softly supported and clearly displayed by his thin, soft, stretch workout shorts, bouncing against and in front of his thick thighs with each step. His tank top was so deep cut and cropped so short that it felt like a halter just covering his giantically mounded pecs. His thick, deeply cut, hairy abs were exposed from the bottom of his rib cage to the top of his shorts, which rode low on his hips. He was getting stares from other guys in the parking lot and some across the street who saw him and stopped to gawk.
Inside the gym, in the lobby and then on his way to Gary's office, he kept hearing comments about his being "that guy from yesterday." His "performance" had obviously caused quite a stir. He also heard a couple guys comment on how much bigger he looked than he had before, how Gary must have given him a booster, how he was a big as Gary now. He liked what he was hearing. The tone of it all was that the other guys, who had all appeared so big and hot to him yesterday, in their various stages of musclular, genital and hirsute development, were envious of him now. He found Gary's office empty, and one of the staff guys in the hall told him Gary was in the gym working out. Brad went to the gym floor to find him. Gary was in front of a mirror watching himself do some standing curls. Brad was astonished by the number of plates Gary was hefting in each hand. As soon as Gary saw him, he finished his set and offered his weights to Brad to do a set. Brad stepped up to the challenge, not without second thoughts about the amount of weight, and found he had no problem hoisting them slowly, in perfect form, and lowering them even more slowly, easily maintaining complete control. Five reps, ten, twelve, and finally he began to feel the burn. It felt great. His biceps felt enormous and incredibly powerful. When he set the weights down, finishing the set at fifteen reps, Gary said to him, "You look fantastic, Brad. Looks like what I gave you took you where you wanted to be, didn't it? How do you like it?" As he spoke, he looked Brad over head to toe, pausing to drink in the sight of the bulging outlines of his genitals.
"You kidding? How do you think I like it? I fucking love it."
"Hey!" Gary turned and loudly addressed all the guys on the gym floor. "You guys all see Brad, our new guy from yesterday? We gave him another booster after that first dose of the new formula. What do you think?" He spoke like a ringmaster presenting Gary to them, and they responded with applause. Brad grinned and nodded his thanks, gave them a couple of poses which they applauded again.
"Can I talk to you for a minute, in your office?" Brad asked Gary when the commotion had quieted.
"You bet. I'm dying to see you in private," he winked.
No sooner were they inside the room with the door closed than both reached for the other's body, first the pecs, then the shoulders, the arms, and then a hot, hard embrace. As they explored the depths of each other's mouths with their tongues, their bodies pressed together, their huge cocks pushing against each other, instantly hard. For half an hour they uttered only expletives of lustful passion as they devoured each other, lost in hard muscle and musky scent, drinking deep, thrusting harder until they had shared three powerful orgasms.
Finally Gary spoke. "Whew. I can't believe I made you so hot! Now, you wanted to talk to me about something?"
Brad told Gary about Paul, how he had showed him his results this morning, how the hunky little seventeen year old junior bodybuilder had begged to be given a chance to try it himself. Brad explained that he was willing to pay whatever Gary felt it would take to buy Paul's fantasy for him. He told him about their past relationship, bodybuilding together, how Paul was straight, but so into men's muscular bodies. He wanted to watch it happen to Paul the way everyone at the gym had watched it happen to him. And he wanted to see how long Paul could maintain his straight act when the formula stared pumping his hormones. Gary thought that another guy going through the new fast morph would be a good experimental confirmation. He said they could also boost it so that it did the whole process in one dose, instead of holding back the way they had with Brad. "Bring him on over," he suggested, "and we'll give the guys here another good show."
"Well, that's the thing, Gary. I really want to do this with him in private at my place."
Gary balked. He was the one in control, he complained, and this stuff they were all doing was for the benefit of everyone. But Brad upped the fee he would pay, and Gary soon consented. Brad followed Gary to a room that turned out to be a lab kept under heavy lock and key. Gary measured liquids from a few vials into a beaker which he attached, by way of a machine that looked similar to a centrifuge, to a complex computer set-up. While Gary worked, Brad mentioned yesterday's conversation about further experiments, testing limits, going for more development. Had Gary thought about letting him participate? Gary said he thought it would be a great idea, that doing it together could be a very exciting party. Brad suggested that maybe it would be fun to include Paul, once he had been through the process, and the three of them could enjoy the party together. Gary reminded Brad that there were a lot of very hot guys right here at the gym who would gladly participate, if they wanted to include someone else. In fact, since yesterday, a lot of guys had asked when they would get to try what Brad had done. Brad told Gary that he would bring Paul by the gym later that day, after he was through "developing" him, and Gary could decide after he met him.
Once Brad was in possession of the vial of elixir that would morph Paul into the muscle god of his fantasies, he hurried back to his car and back to his apartment. He didn't ignore the many stares that his hugely exaggerated physique commanded. He couldn't. He was discovering that the feelings of extreme sexiness, horniness, exhibitionism would not dissipate in the slightest, and he absorbed the stupefied attention like sunlight on his bronzed skin, like primary nutrients flowing into his blood, nourishing a deep and insatiable hunger. But his attention stayed mainly on the hot teen bodybuilder waiting in his apartment.
When he got home, he found Paul in his gym room, lying on his back completing a set of bench presses, still nude.
"Okay, Paul. Sorry I took so long. I had to do some convincing to bring the stuff home here. They wanted me to bring you down there, but I knew you'd rather go through this in private."
Paul sat up. "Yeah, I guess. At least I know you." He looked down for a few seconds, then said, "I been wondering if I really want to do this. If I really want to become such a freak. Can't they give you stuff that does what it did to you but more, I don't know, more normal?"
"Tell you what, Paul. I had extreme doubts, too, but I can tell you that you'll love it, you'll love the way it feels. Besides, you practically begged me, and I paid a lot to get this for you." He held forward the vial of pale green fluid. "You're not going to chicken out on me, are you?"
"Is that it?"
"That's it. Here." He handed the vial to Paul, who took it and held it up, staring at it. "Just drink it down."
"What would I say to people when they see me? What would I tell my mom and dad?"
"Tell them the truth. Tell them you did this experimental growth drug, and it worked. What do you care, anyway? Did you worry about telling people you were doing steroids if they noticed you were gaining at an unnatural rate? I don't think so. You only cared about getting as big as possible as fast as possible. Right?"
"Yeah, I guess so." Paul didn't raise his eyes; he continued staring at the vial in his hand.
"Stand up a second and look at me, Paul."
"I know you're right, man," Paul said as he stood and finally took his eyes off the vial to look at Brad, "It's just that it's really a big thing."
Brad laughed. "You could say that."
He patted the long, thick bulge of his cock. This made Paul laugh, too. His smile was so cocky and cute, Brad thought, and he was so young. He had become quite a muscular hunk for a seventeen year old, but he still had that fresh attitude of a guy just coming into his sexual maturity, just ripening into a man. Brad knew he would ripen up nicely.
"Tell you the truth, man," Paul was looking Brad's body over now, looking at each massive muscle, the incredible thickness and flare of his overall shape, the unreal bulge of meat at his groin, "The way you look is like fantasies I've had, like when I'd get a hard-on looking at muscle magazines and wishing I could be even bigger than those guys."
"Yeah, I know. I had 'em, too."
Now Paul's dick started swelling and rising. "But it must be really weird to have such a big cock and balls."
"Yeah, I guess maybe it's pretty strange, but it's totally hot."
"It isn't embarrassing?"
"Do I look embarrassed to you, Paul?" His cock began to grow hard. He could feel it stretching the soft but confining fabric of his shorts, so he pulled them off, letting himself hang free, pushing his hand down through his thick bush to his cock, lifting it, exhibiting it for Paul, holding up for inspection as it grew harder, until it stood on its own.
Paul's penis became immediately, completely erect. "No."
"Look at you, man. I know you want to do it. You're totally turned on. Just drink it."
"Fuck, man, it makes me so nervous. Will it make me all hairy like you, too?"
"You're stalling, Paul. Here," Brad reached for the vial, "let me have that a second."
Paul let Brad take it. He removed the plastic screw top and handed the opened vial back to Paul. "Now just throw it back, man. One swallow. Do it."
Paul looked at the open vial in his hand for a second, then back at Brad.
"Fuck, man. Okay."
He stood paralyzed for just a second, drawing a short, sharp breath like someone about to jump into icy water, and then he tipped it into his mouth, fast, and swallowed before he could think about it any more.
"God. Oh God. Now what?"
"Nothing," Brad smiled widely, "just wait a little while. Want a beer? When you start to feel anything, tell me what you're feeling." "Yeah, I'll take a beer. How long before it starts to work? I can't believe I fucking did it. I can't believe I fucking took that stuff."
"But you did, Paul."
"Here I go, I guess, huh?"
"Here you go."
Brad went to fetch them each a beer. He was wearing only the cropped tank top now, stretched across his thick, wide torso. Moving his huge body across the apartment, his legs swinging their mass around each other, his stiff rod bouncing back and forth with each step as he walked, he marveled again at how profoundly sexy his body felt to him. He couldn't wait to see Paul start to grow. He felt so horny again that he wanted to jack off in the kitchen, but he knew the formula would hit Paul soon, and he decided to hold off until Paul's hormones started to surge. He wondered if, or when, Paul would ask him to take off his shirt. He wanted him to ask.
Part 5: The Reaction
"I think I'm starting to feel a little stoned or something." Paul said as Brad handed him a beer.
"Yeah? It hits pretty fast, huh? How does it feel?"
"It feels good. It's, like, real warm. I feel real buzzed."
"Cool. Anything else?"
"Not really. Not Yet. Except it keeps getting stronger, stonier. Jesus."
"Nothing. It's just really strong, isn't it?"
"It does get strong. Think what it's doing."
"Yeah. God, it feels incredible. It makes you feel really good, doesn't it?"
"Just wait a few minutes."
"OOOhhh, man. It's like I'm getting these waves of the most incredible feelings, like it makes you feel so fucking good. All warm and tingly."
"It, like, starts in your balls and spreads all through you. OOOhhh, fuck. OOOhhh shit, man. I see what you mean. It makes you feel really sexy, doesn't it?"
"Now it's starting to really hit you."
"Starting? Shit, man. How much stronger can it get? Oh, God, this feels so hot!"
"Tell me how you feel now."
"OOOhhh, Brad. I feel really hot, really sexy. There's something real masculine about it, isn't there? Some kind of a real strong guy feeling. I don't know how to describe it."
"Don't worry, I know what you mean." "God, this is so weird. I wouldn't want any chicks to hear me say this, but I fucking love being a guy."
"Yeah, I know."
"It just feels so fucking hot being a guy, having a guy's body. Can you imagine not having a cock?" He was holding on to his cock, now. "I fucking love my cock, man. I fucking love my balls."
"Yeah? What else?" "Muscles, man. I fucking love muscles! Muscle dude muscles, big muscles, man. Oh, man. Look at you!"
"I know, Paul."
"Oh, man, Brad. Your muscles look so fucking hot. I can't believe how much I love how big your muscles are. OOOhhh, Christ. It's starting to burn. Fuck, man, I feel like I'm on fire!"
"Here you go, Paul. You're really on the ride now."
"AAAHHH!!! I feel like I'm going to explode!"
"But it feels good, doesn't it?"
"Yeah, oh shit, oh fuck, man. It's so strong."
"It feels hot, though, doesn't it? Doesn't it feel sexy?"
"Oh, God, Brad, it feels like the most sexual thing I've ever felt! It's making me feel so horny, man. I can't wait for my cock to get big like yours!"
"I told you you'd like the way it felt, didn't I?"
"Yeah, you told me, but I had no idea, man." He was looking at himself in the mirror, still holding on to his cock with one hand and now he was using the other to feel his pecs. "Are my pecs getting bigger, man? They feel like they're getting bigger."
"It's happening, Paul. You're getting bigger all over." Brad was so horny now, so aroused seeing Paul start to grow. It amazed him, seeing what had happened to him happening to this kid. It was still subtle, but the change was definite. In just a couple of minutes, Paul had become thicker and his body shape had changed. His chest was deeper, his shoulders wider, his butt rounder. Even the shape of his muscles was changing. Brad could see that his pecs were not only getting bigger, their shape was squaring on his chest, becoming wider, deeper, more generous.
"I am, aren't I. Fuck, man. Look at my arms!" He flexed an arm and looked at it in the mirror. "It is so fucking sexy, man! I'm starting to know why you looked so hot when I first saw you."
"And what do you think now?" Brad stood in front of him, his huge cock jutting straight out. He sucked in his abs hard, making his cock bounce and angle sharply upward, as he flared his lats, tensed his thighs, puffed out his pecs and raised his arms in a mountainous double biceps display.
"Oh, man. That is the hottest body I've ever seen. Fuck, Brad, take off your top, let me see your pecs." Brad peeled off the tank. "They are fucking enormous, dude. They're the biggest fucking pecs I've ever seen. And all this hair on them," he stepped up to Brad to feel his pecs, the hair, "makes them even hotter. So masculine. Talk about the fucking male animal. I love your pecs, man! I can't wait to be like you."
"It's happening, my friend. And look at your dick."
Paul looked down. It was definitely bigger. He grabbed it again. "Wow, man. Unreal! It really is bigger. It's longer, and it feels thicker, too. And look. Even my fucking pubic hair, man. It's so much thicker, too, all of a sudden. It's, like, spreading out."
"Like mine," Brad said, rubbing his thick, big tangle of dark pubes.
"Yeah, like you. That is so hot!" He reached out to feel Brad's groin hair. "I love your hair, man. Oh shit, man, oh God. This is so intense! I love your muscles, I love your body hair, I love that huge cock and those big balls. It's all so fucking sexy. I love my muscles, man. It feels so incredible. I love my cock, too. It's what being a guy is all about, isn't it? It's all about male sexuality. Oh God, man, I've got to feel your cock." And he took hold of Brad's hot, hard, huge dick with both his hands.
Brad's reflex was to grab Paul's chest. His pecs were swelling big and hard and they were covered now with short, dark blond hairs just erupting from the skin. As Brad squeezed hard on the muscles, he could feel them pressing back against the palms of his hands, growing more dense and hard every second. Paul was stroking Brad's cock with both hands, slowly, squeezing hard, feeling all of its length and girth. "How does that feel to you, Paul?"
"It's fucking incredible, man!"
"Look at your chest, Paul."
"Hair, man. Great! I'm getting hair!"
"It's all down your stomach. All the way to your crotch." He traced the line of short, emerging hairs down the deepening cuts of Paul's abs to his groin. When his hand reached Paul's pubic hair, he kept going and reached around under Paul's balls and hefted them in his palm. "You're starting to get some pretty big balls, there, my friend."
"God, they are getting big." He made no attempt to move away.
"And your dick's looking pretty meaty, too."
Paul still held Brad's cock as he looked at his own. "I really am getting big, man. It feels so totally sexual. My thighs are so thick I can hardly get my knees together, and I can feel my lats pushing my arms out. God, my arms are starting to feel so big and heavy. I'm so fucking turned on by this, man, so fucking horny. Do I look hot, Brad? I feel hot. I feel so fucking hot. Suck my cock, Brad. I'm so fucking horny."
A sly, lustful smile crept across Brad's face. "I thought you weren't gay."
"I don't know man. This feeling is so strong. It's like all this stuff that's happening is so male, so masculine, and the maleness keeps feeling more sexy. I love my cock, man, and the bigger it gets, the more I love it.. I love your cock. Oh, please, suck me off. I want to see you suck my dick." He reached around and grabbed Brad's butt, pulling him forward, pressing their groins together, pushing his cock against Brad's, mingling their pubic hair.
Brad reached his arms around Paul's torso and pulled him close so that they were pressed together from their thighs to their chests, and he pushed his flexed pecs into Paul's swelling flesh. "You're a hot little motherfucker, Paul. You love this, don't you?" he said as he pushed Paul's face down against his chest, into the deep crease between his pecs, then moving it to one side through his chest hair, he positioned Paul's mouth over his right nipple. "You fucking love these big tits and all this hair, don't you? You like all this male shit? Bury your face in that, big guy."
Paul took Brad's nipple into his mouth and ravenously sucked on it as he grabbed both of his pecs as hard as he could. He began licking Brad's hard slabs of muscle, burying his face in the hair that covered them, working the heavily rounded bottom edges, feeling the deep cuts underneath them with his tongue. When he reached the point in the center of Brad's chest where the pecs separated at the sternum and the hair gathered and pooled into the line that began the plunge down his abdomen, he pushed his nose and mouth hard into it and began the plunge himself. Brad flexed his abs as Paul worked his way down. He held Paul's head against him, watching how intently Paul was into what he was doing, guiding him. All the time Paul was growing thicker and more muscular before Brad's eyes. Brad found it the most exciting thing he had ever seen. Paul's hair was growing longer, the crew cut becoming shaggy over his ears and forehead and down his neck. The boy's morning stubble was growing, almost becoming a short beard. His arms and legs had become hairy with dark blond hair, and the short hair on his torso was longer and more obviously defined. When Paul finally reached Brad's groin, he stopped for a second, looked worshipfully up at Brad, and then buried his face in the bush of Brad's pubic hair. He worked all around the thick base of Brad's cock, sucking hard, then tonguing his way out its length to its enormous head. He licked the head, sucked on it, pulled as much of it into his mouth as he could, taking the dripping precum in, tasting it. It was too big to get much into his mouth, but instinctively he spit on it and on his hands, working it both manually and orally at the same time, until he was nearly in a frenzy. Brad held hard onto Paul's head, his hips thrusting toward Paul's voracious mouth, until he was at the point of orgasm.
"Oh, Fuck, man. I'm going to come."
"Do it. Come on. I want it."
Brad erupted with atomic power and pleasure, shooting spurts of thick, hot cream at Paul's face. Paul took it in his mouth and swallowed hungrily. He took it all over his face and chest, where it ran down his abdomen through his thickening hair.
"Oh, yeah," Paul said, "Oh, yeah." He rubbed the slippery cum all over his face and torso, covering himself with Brad's man essence.
As Paul rubbed himself, Brad saw his awareness refocus on how much bigger he was becoming, how much hairier he was. His body, his own thickening, heavy muscles became objects of his sexual frenzy. He was suddenly aware of the growing whiskers on his face, his hair. He stood up to look in the mirrors, and the relection he saw was nearly as muscular as the guys in the hardcore bodybuilding magazines. His arms no longer hung at his sides, but rested out on the widening mass of his lats. His pecs were so wide and thick that they also pushed against his massive, heavy upper arms. His thighs flared from his narrow hips and forced him to stand with his feet widely spaced apart. While he was hypnotized by Brad's cock, he had become massive, and hairy, and in the center of all his massive muscle, sticking straight out from a dark, thick bush of pubic hair that now spread up his lower abdomen and out onto his upper thighs, his cock projected what he guessed must be a full twelve inches of thick, heavy meat. What he saw and felt turned him on so much that he was about to explode in an orgasm himself. Brad knew how Paul was feeling, and he was just as turned on. He moved in front of him, felt his pecs, let his hands move down Paul's hairy abdominal ridges as he went down on his knees. He held Paul's swelling balls as he enjoyed Paul's groin, moving his mouth out the length of his cock and holding it, stroking it, wet tongue, sucking mouth, feeling it grow harder, thicker, bigger even as he worked it to orgasm.
The sex continued for half an hour more as Paul continued to grow. As he g rew, he constantly became more turned on, hornier, more wildly sexual. Brad asked Paul to fuck him, slowly, so he could feel Paul's cock growing bigger inside him. Paul begged Brad to fuck him with his huge cock. They showered together. Brad found Paul's extreme arousal over his own growth, over soaping up his huge and hairy body, as exciting as his own discovery had been. As he continued morphing, Paul wanted to experience as much of man sex as he possibly could. Even when his growing stopped, when he had become as massive as Brad, he still wanted more.
"Relax, big guy," Brad said. "There's going to be plenty of what you want. Wait till I introduce you to Gary, the guy at the gym who got me started. He's every bit as hot and horny as we are."
"And when's that going to be?" He was flexing at the mirror, looking at himself, jacking himself off. "Fuck, man. I am still so turned on."
"And you will be. You've got to consciously will your cock to go soft so you can go out in public."
"I can do that?"
"Yeah. Anyway, I've got to check with Gary again. He wanted me to bring you over to the gym after you were done. He was going to talk to me about doing some more experimentation with him, about pushing the growth limits."
"That's what he said."
"Can you imagine how that would feel?"
"So you don't think you're big enough?"
"How big is big enough? If I could bigger, I definitely would. I'd even love to see my cock get bigger."
"Yeah I know what you mean. That's why I asked him to include me."
"And he's going to?"
"I don't know, but I think so. And maybe you, too. I suggested it, and he's a total size freak, too. I told him how hot you were going to be, and how cool it would be if we all three did it together, like a party, a morphing orgy."
"Great. Let's go."
"You know what? You know what I think would be hot to do first, maybe on our way over there? Well, it's not exactly on our way over there, but don't you feel like you want to go out somewhere in public and show off how you look?"
"Man, I'd love to do that."
"Remember how I looked in those posing trunks when you first came up this morning?"
"With all your hair showing around your crotch and that giant bulge? Fuck, yeah."
"How would you like to put on a pair and we could go down to muscle beach, show off a little, see what happens. It's so cool to see people react when they see you."
"You got an extra pair? I don't think I'd fit in mine any more."
"Yeah, I do. You up for it?"
Paul was still working his hard dick. "Just a second," he said as he brought himself to orgasm again. "I think I need to get down for it."
They both laughed.
Brad got Paul some trunks and they both dressed, got a couple of cropped tank tops, in case they wanted to put them on later, and headed to the garage.
"Let's take my car," Paul said. "We can put the top down. The better to be seen."
It was getting to be late afternoon when they got to muscle beach. They parked and strolled, or paraded themselves, to the beach. It was nearly deserted. A couple of bodybuilders were just walking to the workout pen, and one extremely massive, very hot looking guy had just come out of the public john. They were walking along the sand near the water, and Paul said he had to take a piss.
Brad said he would meet him by the weights in a minute, as he eyed the guy just coming out of the john.
As Paul walked up the sand, Brad continued near the water. The guy looked in his direction. He was so big and showed such a huge basket that Brad wondered if he had also had an encounter with Gary.
When he knew he was being looked at, Brad stopped and looked back at the guy, casually flexing and feeling his muscle, as though he had just finished pumping up and was checking himself out.
The guy broke into a run, right past Brad, into the water, and dived under a wave. When he came up, he was facing Brad, and the water pulled down the front of his posing trunks, letting the head of his enormous cock pop out. He obviously knew Brad was watching, and he just smiled at Brad and shrugged as he pulled the suit back up and stuffed his cock back in.
Brad smiled back and waded a few steps toward him.
"How's the water?" he asked.
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