Dana gets wired

by FanTCMan

A bit of software, a few connections, and you can enjoy making someone into a whole new man—especially if you have the right recruits to start with.

3 parts 11k words Added Jul 2002 24k views 4.4 stars (10 votes)

Part 1 A bit of software, a few connections, and you can enjoy making someone into a whole new man—especially if you have the right recruits to start with. (added: 1 Jul 2002)
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Part 1

Saturday night. The first Saturday night since he'd got the implant, and the software disk he'd just picked up at the lab office was burning in his pocket. The odd feeling of swollen tissue way in the back of his nasal passages had gone away in the three days since the implant, and he was so ready for a trial run. He barely remembered the programming instructions he'd been given, but they said he'd mostly get it by trial and error anyway. He'd better get it figured out, since he would be running other guys through it soon.

So Dana locked his door, slipped the disk into the drive, hooked up the light-port and set the small eye on top of the monitor. He ran through the installation quickly, and suddenly he was looking at the question tat would change everything. Across his monitor, bold letters asked him, What do you want to change?

His dick was hard in an instant as the possibilities raced through his head. But his first choice was so obvious.

“Penis,” he typed.

He hit “enter” and an image of him appeared on the screen. It was a three dimensional image that he found he could rotate by dragging the cursor, and his penis on the image was highlighted. He remembered to go to the options menu, and he pulled it down. He clicked on resize.

He found that he could pull the highlighted part however he wanted. He played with it for a minute, and even though he was laughing as he manipulated the dick on the picture, he felt his pulse racing as he watched the possibilities appear before him. He pulled it sideways, and watched as it grew wider, until it looked like a beer can. Then he pulled it down, and watched as it became longer. He pulled it down halfway to his knees.

“Whoa,” he laughed. He pulled it longer, until it hung all the way to his kneecaps. Now it looked long and skinny, even though it was still the circumference of a cold Bud. And, he thought, it was soft in the picture. What if that fucker got hard? But it did look hot as shit. Just for fun he pulled it wider and then pulled it down until it hit the floor. That gave him a good laugh, but he wasn't ready to try that. He would go for something a little more conservative, just to see how this felt, how it worked. He took it back to about halfway to his knees and made its thickness look in proportion to its length. He realized, looking at in with the rest of his body, that it was about as thick as his wrist, maybe thicker. But it looked hot. In fact, it almost made his head spin. And he didn't have to leave it like that. He could put it back to any more reasonable size he wanted. But, just to see how it felt … He took a deep breath and hit “enter.”

He watched the hourglass while the computer did its thing, and then there was a sudden bright, intense beam of ruby light that shot out of the eye in the light-port on top of the monitor, into his eyes, and bored deep into his head. It was blinding, and it caused a searing but brief burst of pain in his head where the chip was implanted. It felt almost like a shock, a severe shock, but it was so quick, that by the time it registered, it was gone. Instantly, his dick began to tingle intensely. It didn't hurt, but it felt weird. It was wired. He just sat at the computer and looked down at his shorts, and he watched as a bulge appeared and the material started to look as though it was filling up with something. But he could feel that the something was him. He could feel his cock inside his briefs, in his shorts, growing as he watched the material fill up and bulge more and more. A minute passed, then two, and he couldn't believe how his shorts were bulging, and he knew it was all his dick in there. He held his breath. It took only about three minutes, and it stopped, and his shorts were stretched tight in the crotch, so tight it was uncomfortable, and he could feel that it was his own cock in there that was filling them up like that. He stood up. He unbuttoned and unzipped his shorts. The bulge in his briefs popped out of the confines like refrigerator biscuits pop out of the cardboard tube when you strike it open. His breath caught. He pulled down his briefs to look.

Inside was a python of his own flesh, curled up tight against the white cotton. He had to see. He pulled down the waistband under his balls and let it flop out. When it fell, halfway to his knees, his first thought, besides how insane this was, was how heavy it felt. It pulled on his groin and slapped against his thighs. Holy crap!

He went to a mirror.

It was magnificent. It was huge. Just like on the image, but it was flesh, his flesh, with all the sensations of his man- meat. He lifted it, just to feel it, its weight, its heft, and the instant he touched it, it started to grow and get hard.

He stood hypnotized. It grew longer and thicker, the veins swelled on the surface, and he watched in amazement as it lifted, first from his groin, so it hung down but out, and as it got harder, the bend in it started to straighten until it was pulling on his groin muscles like twenty pounds of hot man essence, straight out, then starting to arch up, and finally it was so hard that even with all its weight it stood at an angle that made it reach upward like a cobra. The head was swollen and big as his fist.

He pulled it against his belly, and it reached to his sternum. He wanted to jack it right then, but even more, he wanted to just marvel at it and hold the feeling it was giving him. He'd never felt anything so erotic in his life. He got a tape measure, and it was sixteen inches of hot throbbing meat. Now he couldn't hold off, and he stroked it slowly, watching himself the whole time, bringing himself to the point of orgasm.

But he didn't let himself cum yet. He bent he head to see if he could suck it by himself. He's always dreamed of having a cock big enough to suck. Well, he could, but he really had to bend his head. He sucked on the head, ran his tongue around the rim until his toes were curling with the sensations of building sex. He'd never felt anything like it. The sensations had grown to the same degree as his cock. What would it be like to cum? So he planted his mouth firmly on the head while he stroked the shaft with both hands until his felt his orgasm coil and recoil in his groin, shoot the length of his giant cock, then electrify his whole body as it exploded. He was determined not to let one drop of his cum fall, and he swallowed hard and fast, and still, as he experienced spasm after spasm, each one releasing, thrusting down his throat, a torrent of hot thick juice, he finally couldn't keep up, and his semen ran down his cock, dripped off his balls, and covered his legs. When he finished cumming, he was quivering. Oh, man, if that was like that, he thought, what else could he do. He had so many things mapped out. He knew, first of all, that he would have to see, just see, how it would be to make it bigger still, so he could suck it without bending his neck so hard. And then, he would love to see how it felt to have balls that were more in proportion to that kind of cock. Oh, yeah. He would do some nice, big nuts on himself. Real big. Tennis balls. Maybe hanging down to his knees. And maybe see how it felt to have his dick touch the floor totally soft. Oh, yeah. And then there was the muscle thing. He wouldn't just do a regular bodybuilder's body. No way. He would take it as far as the program would let him.

He couldn't wait to get to the screen and see just what kind of limits they had placed on this. And he would do some hair. Yeah, hairy chest, really hot, pretty hair. And a trail. Maybe hairy abs. And butt. And legs and arms. Real dark. That would be hot. Italian. Or maybe real blond. Gold. And a dark tan. And huge muscles. Oh, yeah, really huge muscles. And, of course, he'd work on his face. Why not be so beautiful a man that he would want to fuck himself all day long? Oh, God, the possibilities were blowing him away. He sat at the computer, and his cock was still rock hard and it lay up on the edge of the desk so he had to reach around it to reach the keyboard. Well, that was pretty fucking cool. He had just got his image back up on the screen, when his doorbell rang.

He went to the peephole and looked through. A young guy, late teens, very cute, very Abercrombie and Fitch, was standing outside his door, fidgeting nervously. Shit, he thought. He wasn't supposed to get one this soon. “Just a minute,” he said. Well, what the fuck, this could be very cool. But he couldn't answer the door like this, so he ran to the computer, and called up the penis thing again, to put it back to its old size with the “undo”

command. Well, maybe just a little, he thought, and stretched it to a good big one, let the beam penetrate, and felt a little sad as he saw his cock go back, smaller and smaller, until it was just a big, fat dick that any extremely well- hung stud might have. Then he put on his shorts and answered the door.

“Hi. I'm Jack Callahan.” The boy stepped in. The lab sent me over. Here's my disk. They told me to give it to you, and give you these instructions.” He handed Dana a sealed envelope. “They said you have the master disk, that you would have to activate the implant. What is this about, anyway?”

“What did they tell you?” Dana asked. “Not much. Just that I've been assigned to a new testing group.”

“That's right.”

Dana realized the kid kept glancing at the crotch of his shorts. He could feel his meat in there against the material, and, looking down quickly himself, he saw that it was making a rather obvious bulge. He smiled at the new and unique feeling.

“Something about new resort/recreation centers.”

“Right,” Dana said. “We,” he was speaking on behalf of the government now, “are going to be utilizing these centers as non-monetary incentive. You volunteers, some of you, are going to be working the centers.”

“But what is this whole implant thing about?”

“I can't really tell you much about it. Are you supposed to report back?”

“Yes sir, when you're done. They said if I wasn't back in an hour, they'd send guards to get me.”

Dana read the instructions while the boy talked. He was to simply use the boy's disk, which contained his image map, boost everything about the kid's body, except his height, by 20%, which was to include the size, density, and weight of everything except body fat, and that would to be reduced to 2%, and that amount maintained only for organ insulation. But he didn't really have to do anything. It was all preprogrammed and could be accomplished with a few keystrokes.

“Don't worry. You'll be back,” he told the kid. He wanted to get back to his own Saturday night.

“Just hang on a sec,” he said, and he took the boy's disk, inserted it into the drive, and when the image came up, he stared at it and up at the boy.

“What's the matter?” the kid asked.

“Oh, nothing, nothing at all,” Dana said, but he was looking at the kid standing there, so cute, with no idea that on the screen was a three dimensional image of him totally nude, and what a pretty young body he had. Slender and athletic, and rather nicely endowed.

Dana put in the keystrokes and watched as the boy's image changed. He guessed the kid at about 6’1”, 180 lbs. Now the image grew to that of a muscular young man of about 215 lbs. with a fatter longer dick, larger balls, and heavier bone structure which widened his shoulders and thickened his stature, although his hips and waist remained slim and tight.

Dana looked up and smiled at the boy. He wasn't to show the boy the image on the screen. Easy enough. He turned the light-port to face the kid, and told him to just hold still for a minute and look into the eye. He hit “enter,” and a beam of ruby light shot out of the port and into the boy's eyes, flashed very bright for a couple of seconds, and that was all. It was done.

Dana took out the disk and handed it back to the boy.

“Well, that's it,” he said. “You can go back now. Although you might want to wait just for a few minutes.”

The kid didn't say anything. He stared at Dana as though he'd been struck dumb. Then his eyes widened and his hands went to his chest and arms, like he was feeling burning flesh, and he started to grow.

“What the …” he managed to say, but he pulled off his shirt so he could see what was happening. Dana watched as the boy's abs tightened into a row of brick, his pecs widened and thickened, sharp cuts began to separate them from his ribs. His shoulders widened and his delts and lats thickened. His arms swelled, his legs began to fill his shorts, and the crotch of those once baggy shorts was filling, too. The kid didn't say anything, but he undid his shorts and let them drop and pulled down his boxers. He stood with the shorts around his ankles looking down at himself as his body changed, grew muscular, and aroused itself. Even though Dana had just experienced a similar transformation just minutes before, he was amazed watching it happen to this boy, as fast as a morph movie. As the boy grew more muscular, he took on a thicker, denser, heavier look. His bones were growing thicker. His face changed, grew more mature, more handsome. The boy's cock hardened and grew thicker and longer as his balls grew bigger and lowered in their sac. His pubic hair grew thicker and spread on his groin and out onto his thighs into a beautiful dark tangle of hair. He could see dark hair spilling out from under his arms, and just as the growth slowed to a stop, short dark hairs appeared, sprinkled across his pecs and down his abs. Precum formed at the swollen head of the kid's cock, and when he looked up, his eyes were wild, his mouth hung open with sexual desire, and he licked his full, beautiful lips, letting saliva run down his suddenly heavily whiskered chin.

“Fuck, man,” the kid said. “What was that?”

“Just getting you ready for your new job.”

“Shit, dude. Look at my body, man. I'm gonna cum. Look at my fucking cock. Fuckin' beautiful.”

He just looked down at himself while his hips jerked and his cock began to spurt cum.

“Fuck, man. Oh, God, that's intense, dude. Oh, man, I'm so hot.”

“I think that's the point.” Dana grinned at the kid.

The boy went to look at himself in the mirror on the wall, flexing his young muscles. He looked like a Playgirl model or a Chippendale's dancer, and his sexuality oozed out of his skin and his eyes as he felt his body. Suddenly, he turned to Dana.

“Dude, I'm not queer. I don't know what that did to me, but I gotta suck your cock, man. I saw you have a big one in there.”

He reached over and just grabbed Dana's shorts and pulled out Dana's cock, which grew instantly hard in the boy's hand.

“Oh, yeah, man. You made it grow like that, didn't you? Fuckin' hot, dude.”

And Dana watched as his cock hardened to a thick throbbing twelve inch tool, and the boy got down and started to suck on it. Dana wanted to let him finish the job, but he knew he had to send the boy back to the lab, so he pulled him up.

“Later, kid. You gotta go back now.”

“No, fuck, man. I want you to fuck my young ass with that tool, man.” He stood in front of Dana with his fat hard cock in his hand, and he squatted down, reached between his legs, and shoved his finger hard into his asshole. “Fuckin' hot young muscle butt, man. You like my ass, dude? You like this body? Yeah, man, fuck me. You gotta fuck me.”

“Believe me, I would love to fuck you, but you gotta go back.”

Dana handed the boy his clothes and watched as he put them reluctantly back on. The T-shirt that had been loose now fit tight on his muscular torso, the shorts showed the shape of his muscular ass and thighs and the bulge where he shoved in his cock and balls, his dick still as hard as carved marble. He looked at himself in the mirror again.

“Yeah,” he said. “Fuck yeah. Okay, dude, I'll see ya.”

And he left.

Dana locked the door again. He went back to the computer. He couldn't wait to try out some of his fantasies. He manipulated his image. He remembered that he could set the time so that the change would happen at a designated time and take longer, if he wanted. It was still early, and he had time before the bars would be full. He could have some fun here, do some stuff he couldn't really take out. He thought of how hot it would feel to get into the jacuzzi and feel himself change in the hot, swirling water. So he played around with the image, testing the limits. He found he could make the image change into the kind of body that he only saw in morphed pictures of guys with completely outlandish bodies, and he wondered, if he could do that to the image, did it mean that he could really do it to himself. He got one that really made him want to cum just looking at it. So muscular that he would probably have a hard time walking, could never get into any clothes, but God did it look hot. And he made the cock on the image grow as long as his leg and almost as thick. He put a gorgeous coat of silky hair on it, and finally, he pressed “enter.”

The light hit his eyes, penetrated his head to the chip, and he felt a dazzling sensation that almost made him faint, but it was over in a second. Then, nothing. But he'd set it to start in ten minutes.

So he filled the jacuzzi and turned it on and got it. He lay back, trying to pretend that it was any regular bath, to forget what was supposed to happen. He didn't feel anything. Maybe something that extreme would just freeze the program in his chip, and nothing would happen. But then, as he lay in the bubbling water, he felt it start.

It took ten minutes, just like he'd programmed, and for those ten minutes, he lay in a state of complete erotic rapture. He felt his muscle grow and grow until he was crowded in the huge tub. He felt his cock and balls, moving in the water, grow, his cock brushing against his thighs, then his knees, then his calves. And it started to get hard as he felt the sensation of its growing. It lifted up over the end of the tub. It fell to the side with its weight, and as it stiffened, it moved up along the side of the tub, sticking out over the edge farther and farther. And all the time, his muscles were growing thicker and bigger, his chest mounding up into huge hard pillows of muscle he could barely see over. He felt his abs tighten into thick bricks, his arms grow as thick as a bodybuilder's legs, and finally, his cock snapped up, fell on his face, and continued to grow until it was quivering, suspended over his face, dripping precum.

He turned off the jacuzzi and struggled to lift his mass out of the tub. Just the effort felt so hot he was sailing on a flood of erotic sensation at the mass of his body, the unbelievable sexuality of the muscle. He had to hold his cock up to get out, and he realized it was so long and thick that he couldn't get his hands around it or reach the head. But he had to feel the sexual power of this body. He tried hard to think of what to do with it, and he found himself shoving it with fevered thrusts, between the mattress and the box springs of his bed. He fucked his bed until he felt the orgasm coming, and when it exploded, he yelled with the power of its release, the power he felt in every cell, the space between the heavy mattresses getting slick with his cum as it rocketed out in volleys that felt like they were tearing him apart, but with pure pleasure so intense he just kept thrusting into the slick, wet mattresses over and over, yelling, oh god, oh god, oh fuck, oh god with every spasm until it stopped after five minutes of orgasm.

He fell back on his haunches to catch his breath. He would have to go change himself back to something more reasonable, but he would be the most incredible stud on the streets of West Hollywood tonight. He dragged himself back to the computer, struggled to reach around his own mass, stopping to feel his incredible pecs, and managed to get a new image of himself on the screen. He would be gorgeous, a huge bodybuilder, carved, and hung like a stud horse. He had just pressed “enter” when the doorbell rang again.

It was the same kid, but with another kid, very much like he had been before.

“Dude,” the kid said, “Look at you now, man. Wow. And what was all that yelling? We heard it coming up the walk. This is Ryan. He's supposed to get programmed. And they said it would be cool if we stayed a while. Is that okay?”

Dana took the disk Ryan handed him, looked at the other kid, so hot and muscular, his big cock hard in his Abercrombie shorts, and said, “Yeah, I guess it would be okay for a while.”

The streets of West Hollywood would still be there in a couple hours.

 

Part 2

The new kid, Ryan, looked nervous. He glanced over at Jack, who was waiting, for something, then at Dana.

“Sir,” he said very quietly, “can I ask you something?”

“Sure,” Dana said.

“In private?”

“Okay, Jack,” Dana winked at the young muscle stud, who was standing in his tighter fitting Abercrombie board shorts, wild eyed, his big boner so obvious, “Why don't you go back there to the kitchen and give me a couple minutes with Ryan? Maybe you can find us all some beers in the fridge.”

“Okay, man. I'll be right back.” As soon as Jack had left the room, grabbing his cock through his shorts and shooting a look back at Dana, Ryan stepped up close to whisper.

“I think that guy is queer, man. I mean, I don't mind fags.. .”

“Why do you think that?” Dana asked. “You have a disk for me, by the way?” He reached out his hand.

“Oh, yeah. Here.”

He handed Dana his disk, which Dana slipped into the computer.

“Because, man, he's been walking around with that big boner showing ever since they assigned me to him. And he keeps like feeling his pecs and stomach and staring at me really funny. I don't know what this is about, why they put whatever that is in my head, but I don't want to get into some kinda fag thing.”

“Don't worry about it. You're one of their guys now, anyway, you know.”

Dana had brought up the image of the kid on the screen while they talked, and he was looking at the slowly rotating image of his naked body, slender, slightly muscular, averagely endowed, and smooth as a baby. “Listen,” Dana said, “that thing in your head is a chip, and we have to activate it now, so why don't you just take off your clothes and relax?”

“Fuck, man,” Ryan said. “You too? I should've known. My buddy told me all you muscle guys are fags.”

Dana loved hearing the kid call him a muscle guy. Muscle guy. He heard the words, knew they meant him, and he realized that the kid was looking at how he'd just recreated himself. He was a muscle guy, a big one, like the bodybuilders that he'd always admired so much, who always made him pop wood just thinking about how that would feel.

“Well, your buddy might be partly right, but you can't think about that now. You're government property. Now, take off your clothes.” The kid started to undress. He took off his shirt, and undid his shorts. “Everything?” he asked.

“Everything. Don't worry, I'm not going to attack you. But we have to do this.”

Ryan dropped his shorts, and stood uncomfortably naked in front of Dana. Just like the image on the screen. His dick was so tightly shriveled up, it looked like it might retreat into the small patch of dark blond pubic hair around it.

“Here, look at this thing for a second, then you can go sit on the sofa there.”

He turned the light port to face the kid, and when Ryan glanced at it, Dana hit enter, and the ruby beam shot out and stunned the kid, but so briefly, that before he could react, it was over.

“What was that?”

“Just sit down.”

Ryan backed up toward the sofa, his eyes glazed, his focus turned in on his body and the sudden flood of sensations that were overtaking him even as he moved back to sit. He stumbled over the coffee table, but didn't fall. He reached back, found the sofa, and almost fell into it. Already, his abs had started to tighten into rippled steel, his muscles had started to harden and swell, and his cock, as soon as he sat down, was springing up along his thigh.

He stared at Dana with shock. His hands impulsively went up to his chest, to feel the pecs that were filling out there. Then he looked down at his groin, as though it were a foreign object, as though it belonged to someone else. His cock grew quickly to fully hard, and at the same time, Ryan saw pubic hair spreading out where he had been hairless, his bush instantly denser, slightly darker, thicker, and even as he looked, he saw his stomach pull in hard, his skin stretch tight over the muscle, veins appearing at the surface, and the hair that was thickening and spreading on his groin start to spring up in a definite line from his pubes to his belly button and beyond.

He was so hard now he could only stare in amazement. He was rock hard, steel hard, right in front of this big muscle guy, and there was nothing he could do about it. He glanced up and Dana watching him, and back down at himself. But wait. It wasn't just that he couldn't do anything about boning up while someone was watching, he didn't even care. He felt hot. Very hot. Something about what was happening was turning him on. That hair was looking real hot. The muscle he felt under his hands and saw on his stomach, and, yeah, his legs, was hot.

And his cock. Oh, yeah. His cock was hot. Fuck yeah, it was hard and hot as shit, and big. It looked big. No. Wait. He realized it was growing even as he looked at it. Aww, man, his cock was turning into a big fucking dick. No wonder that guy Jack looked like he had such a big cock. No wonder he was hard all the time. He must have been feeling as hot as Ryan was feeling right now. Oh, man, would he love to see his cock, see him naked, see his muscles. Oh, yeah, both those guys, naked. He looked up.

Both Dana and Jack were watching Ryan as he changed, Jack holding onto his hard log through his shorts, and Dana standing there in just the boxer briefs he'd barely had time to pull on when the doorbell rang, his own cock straining the material, fully hard and enormous.

“Fuck, man,” Ryan said. “Fuck.” He was still feeling his new muscles, the hairs that were sprouting, but he hadn't touched his hard cock, which was jerking and throbbing, glistening with precum, and fully twelve inches of thick, hard, veined meat. “This doesn't mean I'm a fag,” he said, looking at his huge hard cock, and then at theirs. “I can't help it. Fuck, man. What is this? I feel so turned on for no reason.”

“No reason?” Dana laughed. “Look at yourself, Ryan. Get up and go look in that mirror.”

Ryan got up as he was told and walked to the mirror, his big dick swinging back and forth as he walked, and he stopped in front of it, touched his incredibly handsome face, flexed his newly muscular arms, felt his suddenly developed chest and down his rock hard abs, then turned back to them.

“Dudes!” he said. “I'm fucking beautiful. I'm totally fucking hot, man. Oh, fuck, I'm so turned on, I'm gonna cum, man. Oh, Jesus, man, oh fuck, oh god, yeah, yeah!”

Dana and Jack just watched while Ryan uncontrollably sprayed cum as his hips stiffened and jerked and his eyes rolled back in rapture.

When his orgasm finally played out, he turned and looked at the other two. His cock stayed harder than it had ever been in his life.

“What the fuck?” was all he could say.

“Feel good?” Dana asked, grinning at him.

Jack was gripping his own twelve inch boner, grabbing it through the material of his short, his other hand massaging his pecs.

“I know, dude,” he said. “Fuck. Feels so fucking good, doesn't it?”

“Fuck you man. You queer. You want to fuck my ass? Yeah, you do, don't ya? You want to fuck my hot ass, don't ya. Beautiful fucking muscle ass, yeah?”

“Yeah, you hot fuck. I want to fuck your ass. You want to fuck mine, dude. Check it out.”

Jack pulled off his shorts, turned around, bent over, and spread his cheeks with his hands.

“You want my hairy dude ass dude? I know you do. Or how about this?”

He turned around and held his cock in his hand and thrust his hips toward Ryan.

“You want to suck on my big fucking beautiful cock, man?”

Ryan stared at Jack, then at Dana.

“Fuck you guys. What is this? Hell yeah, man. I want to fuck with your body, man. Both of you. Fuck. Yeah. I could suck that cock, dude. I want to see yours,” he said to Dana. “I want to see that big piece of meat you got in there. Why don't you let us see it, man?”

“Yeah,” Jack joined in, “show us, man. It's way bigger than when I was here before. Dude,” he said to Ryan, “you should see how much bigger he is than he was just a while ago. You can do that, can't you? You can change yourself. Show us man. Can you do it to us, too?”

“You still don't get it?” Dana said. “Of course I can do it to you. That's what the chips were put into you for. You're their boys, now. But don't worry. You might be government issue whoreboys, but you'll enjoy it, I promise. You've got no choice. The chips have programmed you that way. Or maybe you've already started to figure that out.”

“I don't get it,” Ryan said. “Come on, dude, show us your huge cock.”

“You don't get it, huh? I thought you weren't a fag. You sound like a fag to me, stud. You want to see my cock? You want to touch it, stroke it, suck on it? Sure you do. You want to get me hot, don't ya? You want to make me feel as turned on as you do, don't ya? Sure you do. It's the chip. You might not want to be a fag, but you're as big a queer as they come now, stud. How's that make you feel?”

“Aw, fuck, man, no fuckin' way. But, fuck, man, it turns me on. Fuck you, dude. It makes me feel totally hot. Aw, fuck, man. I really want to see your big cock, man. I want to suck it. Yeah, I want to get you hot. Maybe I am queer, man. Maybe I do want it. Aw, fuck.”

While Ryan was talking, Dana manipulated Ryan's image, which was still up on the computer monitor. He enlarged the muscles until it was the image of a massive bodybuilder. Then he enlarged the cock on the image and made it go soft and hang below the boy's huge thigh, below his knees. He smiled and lengthened it some more until it hung halfway down his calves. Then he made his balls grow and lower until they looked like softballs just above his knees. “Okay, stud. You want to see a big dick? You want to see a huge muscle stud, kid? That turn you on?

Ryan looked at Dana, and didn't realize he was also looking at the light port.

“Fuck, yeah, man. Show us.”

And just then Dana hit enter, and the ruby light flashed.

“Shit man,” Ryan said, when he felt the ray hit him and penetrate his whole being, “what the fuck …”

But already he felt the surge of power in him, the dizziness, the disorientation, the rush of intense masculinity.

“Go look in the mirror, stud.”

Ryan walked clumsily to the mirror. His body was already starting to thicken and mass up and his legs pushed apart from each other as he walked. His cock started swelling and lengthening, and his balls grew even as he walked. When he got to the mirror, he stood transfixed as he saw himself morph.

“Fuck, dude. Do me, man,” Jack said. He was holding out his disk. Dana took his disk and exchanged Ryan's with it. Jack had already stripped off his clothes, and he was hard and ready. He tried to watch Dana manipulate his image, but Dana told him to stand away. He turned Jack into a matching massive stud on the screen and hit the kid with the ray.

“Holy fuck, man. That's so intense.” Jack went to the mirror and moved Ryan over so he could watch himself. Ryan was already getting massive and his cock was down to his knees when Jack started to swell and change.

“Dude,” was all he could say. Ryan was silent, but his hands were already exploring his body, and his pecs grew so thick and heavy that they began to fold over in deep creases, and hair sprouted on them in swirls of masculinity. Jack joined him, and while the two kids watched themselves change, completely engrossed, each with his own body, growing more intensely hot by the moment, Dana couldn't resist the urge to join them, and he slipped in his own disk, made his image just enough bigger than the boys in every respect that he knew he would still be their alpha, their god, when it was done, and his turned the ray on himself and felt it go in like a bolt of pure erotic ecstasy. He knew how the kids were feeling now, again. It was the most incredibly feeling of masculinity, so powerful and intense that the changes he felt were just an expression of how unbelievably male he felt, male animal, unencumbered by any sense of false morality or modesty. The muscle felt so fucking good as it grew thicker and heavier and harder, veins popping out all over his skin, hair growing in. Animal, he thought. Male animal. His cock felt heavier and heavier as it grew, and each ounce it gained was pure male sexuality exploding on his physique. His balls felt like they were ripening to something so masculine and powerful that he was becoming his sexuality. He realized that that's what would happen to all the guys they were going to do this to. They would become their sexuality, and it would be pure male animal sexuality. He realized he was as engrossed in himself as the two guys, feeling himself morph into a god of masculine power, and they were already young gods.

When the morphs were complete, in only a few minutes, the three of them stared at each other, marveled at what they felt and saw, and the erotic power surged in their cocks and made them harden. They lifted, bent with the weight of their size, slowly straightening, and finally arching upward, pulling down on their groins with their incredible weight, and yet standing at complete attention and vibrating with the extreme desire and need for expression.

But Dana had held back one surprise. He had set the program to morph them but return them to their original bodies after only two minutes, and so, even as the guys were going crazy over the size of their huge cocks and balls and muscles, they began to deflate and morph again, and, with astonished disappointment on their faces, they saw themselves return to two regular, cute, built, but oh, so normal guys. Dana, of course, remained the god he had turned himself into.

“So,” he said, grinning at them as they expressed their disappointment. “How do you feel now? Are you queer? You like being a sex object? And that was only had a hint of how you're going to be used. Still feel turned on, don't you? You can't help it. You can't stop it. You like all this muscle, don't you, even if it's only mine. And this cock. Yeah, I can see those little cocks are hard as steel.

Go on, feel it,” he said, as he flexed. “Suck on it,”

and he held up his gigantic, heavy cock. “Feel these huge balls. Yeah, you love it, don't ya?”

The guys couldn't help themselves. They fell onto his body like pins to a magnet, both of them all over him, making him cum, making him shout with the intensity of his orgasms, and they realized that turning him on and getting him off was as hot as any kind of sex, more hot, hotter than they had ever felt in their lives.

When he had cum several times, he made them stop.

“Now I want you to look at each other, just like you are, and tell me how you feel.”

“Fuck, man,” Ryan said. “I love this dude.”

“Yeah,” Jack answered, “He is one hot mother fucker.”

“You big fags,” Dana laughed. “How does it feel to be queer?”

“It's fucking hot, man,” they both answered together.

“Yeah,” Dana grinned. “It's a guy, thing, isn't it. All about guys, about dick and balls and muscle and man hair, all that, everything masculine.”

“Yeah, man.”

“You guys love dick, don't you now?”

“Fuck yeah, man.”

“Hey, dude,” Jack said to Ryan. “You want to eat my ass man?”

He turned around, bent over, and spread his cheeks.

“Hell yeah, dude, and fuck it too.”

“Yeah, fuck my ass man. You want me to fuck yours too, don't ya?”

“Fuck yeah.”

Dana watched the guys take turns, slamming each other hard and ferocious as two animals, and while he watched, he played with their disks and made images of them, saved them so he could open each image without exchanging disks, and then, reluctantly, but knowing that in any form he would feel just as hot, he changed his own. Finally, he said, “Hey, take a break for a sec. Maybe we can go out and you can see what it feels like to be a stud magnet right here in West Hollywood before you have to go back. We only have a couple hours.”

Before they had time to think about it, Dana hit them both and then himself with the ray. Then he pulled them together, put his arms around both of them, and held them all in a tight bunch so they could feel their bodies against each other as they changed.

Dana grew smaller as the two kids gained back muscle. Pec to pec, arms to arms, lats to lats, thighs to thighs, hard cocks against each other's groins, they changed again, enraptured, feeling the masculine energy surge and change them. When they were done, they were all three specimens of male perfection. It would be obvious to anyone that they were three hardcore, juiced up bodybuilders with bulging pecs and wide spreading lats, small tight waists that flared to hard round bubble butts and thick, cut thighs. Their cocks stood hard at a thick foot of length, and their balls, while not abnormal looking, were as big as a guy's balls could be. And their faces had changed too, since Dana thought it would be wise not to be recognized. They were the faces of three astoundingly handsome guys in their early twenties. And their bodies were sprinkled with perfect patterns of hair to emphasize their musculature. In short, they were gods again, but gods that could present themselves to the world.

“Where are we going?” Jack asked.

“We'll figure it out as we go along. Here, get dressed.”

He handed them some Lycra shorts and tank tops he had lying around. The fit of the clothes displayed every curve of their bodies. He told them they could control their boners by just willing them soft, and the guys tried it and it worked, even though, totally soft, their cocks were still as large and fat as sausages and displayed themselves outrageously.

“So,” Dana said, feeling as hot as he could imagine ever feeling, seeing how he looked and how the two kids were loving their bodies, flexing for each other, feeling their muscles, laughing about the show of dick and nuts in their Lycra shorts, “You guys still have a problem with being queer, or you want to go there and show this town some real hot muscle fags?”

“Yeah,” Jack said. “A couple of government issue studs.”

“Dude,” Ryan said, grabbing a feel of Jack's hard round ass, “a couple of fucking fag whoreboys, man, fucking stud whores for the good ole U S of A.”

Dana laughed.

“Maybe you can think of this as the first phase of your basic training.”

 

Part 3

When Carl showed up with his son, Jeremy, Dana had run the image that he was using whenever he had a new guy to induct into the program. Things had gone very well since they had started, and now Dana had all the equipment to install the chip. He had been made one of the one-stop installation and induction locations. But this one was going to be special.

Carl was a guy Dana knew from the gym. He was older than Dana, about forty, Dana guessed, and he had a sixteen year old son that Dana had also met at the gym. Carl had found out about the program, and how, in a few cases, some guys had been allowed to get chips just for the fun of being able to morph into a fantasy creation purely for the purpose of partying. He had begged Dana, and Dana had checked, and it seemed that they were in need of another new recruit for the program before they would allow another out-of-program installation. So Carl, in his intense desire to play the morph game, had pledged his son, Jeremy.

Jeremy was a looker, popular in his school both as an athlete and as just a cool guy jock. He also knew about the program, and he'd seen some of the guys that had been recruited, and he didn't want any part of it. He wanted to finish school and be a regular guy, not some insanely beefed up stud that had to spend his days entertaining important people as basically a sex slave. He knew those guys lost their will to be anything else, that all they could think about was sex, and queer sex at that. They all talked like they were in a porn movie, nasty, dirty talk about their cocks and their muscles and getting fucked or sucking and all that kind of shit. He'd also seen that they were all changed into very muscular guys that had huge cocks, and even though there was something kind of dangerous and exciting about that, he still didn't want to be turned into some kind of oversexed pleasure machine. He wanted to be a doctor, and he would have to stay in school to do that, and all the guys that went into the program had to leave school and their friends and live full-time in one of the government centers, like glorified whore houses.

Dana could tell the boy had been crying when they arrived. His long dark lashes were wet and his eyes were red.

“So, everyone ready?” Dana asked.

“Oh, man,” Carl said. “You have no idea how ready.”

Carl was wearing a wife-beater tank and shorts, and his worked out body looked very hot to Dana. He couldn't wait to morph it into something even much more.

“No.” Jeremy sounded sullen and defiant.

“We've been over this, Jeremy.” Carl made the boy lift his head. “This is a chance for you to do something for your government, to be part of a great experiment. ”

“This isn't about that,” Jeremy said quietly. “It's about you wanting to be able to do that stuff.”

“Whatever,” Carl said. “You've been pledged, and I don't want any more trouble.” His voice was threatening.

“Well,” Dana kept his tone upbeat, “Looks like we'd better just get started.”

He filled a hypodermic syringe with liquid and reached for Jeremy's arm.

“Please,” the boy cried. “Please don't. I don't want to do this. I don't want to be some gay sex slave. Really. Please. I just want to stay how I am.”

But Dana had dealt with a few reticent recruits before. He just smiled while the boy begged, and stuck his arm with the needle and emptied the syringe.

Within a minute, Jeremy grew weak and dazed, as though in a walking sleep. Dana led him to a chair and had him sit, and he gave the same shot to Carl, who willingly, even anxiously, offered his arm.

“It's not going to hurt, is it?”

“You big chicken,” Dana laughed. “You won't feel a thing or remember the implant.”

Already Carl had gone into a trance. Dana led them both to the lab, where he told Carl to get on the table. The process was simple. The machinery did it all. He positioned Carl's head, and the huge machine lowered itself, when he pressed the button, right over Carl's face. a small needle- like probe slid out of the end. It was hollow, and the chip, the size of a grain of sand, would be forced through it and into position in Carl's brain. While Dana watched, the probe slid into Carl's nostril, cranked a mechanical sound as it deposited the chip, and withdrew. He had Carl get up, and had Jeremy lie down, and repeated the process. The hypnotic drug, he knew, would wear off in a few minutes, so he wasted no time. When Jeremy was done, the implant in place, he got him up and took them both back into the living room and told them to sit on the sofa.

While they sat, side by side, staring straight ahead, he took the disks they had brought and put them one by one into the computer. He knew he could do about anything with Carl and he would love it. But with Jeremy, he decided to program his initial activation and morph to take some time, half an hour. Usually he had the activation take place in the rapid mode, but he thought it would be exciting to enjoy Jeremy's transformation more slowly, and he thought, from what he had observed, that Carl would probably find it exciting, too, to watch his boy go from scared and reticent to compliant and slowly become a completely sexual boy stud.

He smiled as he worked on Carl's image. He added about fifty pounds of muscle, concentrating on widening his back, thickening and widening his pecs and massing up his arms to 22 inch guns. He gave him a big, heavy cock that hung ten inches soft and would harden to a 16 inch tool and thick as a beer can. He enlarged his balls to the size of lemons. He increased the mass of his legs and butt. Yeah, that would be good to start. A totally hot, enormous bodybuilder with a set of prodigious equipment. And he worked on Carl's face, taking it from rugged and almost good looking to one that was as sculptured and handsome as any model.

Then he worked on Jeremy's image. They were starting to show signs of coming around, so he worked fast. He smiled at the image of the thin but athletic sixteen year old, just a moderate bush of pubic hair and very average endowment. First he beefed up his body, making him look like a junior bodybuilder. Then he thought, what the hell, and he beefed it up more, and more again, until he had the boy looking more muscular than the biggest pro bodybuilder. It looked very hot on the young guy's image. Then, for good measure, he beefed up his arms a little more. Yeah, they looked like they would be about 26 inches. And he added a little more mass to his pecs. The abs he gave him were huge and cut like a stack of bricks. His ass was gorgeous, full, round, and so ripe looking. Then he worked on his cock. He lengthened and thickened it until it hung fully 14 inches soft. He knew it would harden up to about 20 inches. He made his balls the size of tennis balls, and had to make the ball sac longer to give them room. Oh, wow, oh wow, he thought as he looked at how the kid was taking shape. He played with the body hair until the kid had a distinctive sprinkling of dark hair swirling all across his pecs and down his abs in a thick, hot trail. He made his pubes grow and spread, added hair to his arms and legs, and for good measure, gave him a furry butt. Then he worked the face. It would be the face of an angel, but an angel with Eros on his mind. He would be beautiful, so sexy and beautiful that he would be able to seduce any man. Yeah, it looked good. Both of them came around at the same time.

“So,” Carl said. He rubbed the bridge of his nose. “I guess you did it, huh? Is that all there is to it?”

“That's all,” Dana said .

Jeremy was rubbing the bridge of his nose, too.

“What did you do?” He was agitated now. “You put something in me, didn't you? Take it out, man. Really. Please. I don't want to do this.”

“Jeremy,” Dana said.

“What,” Jeremy looked at Dana, and in that instant, Dana hit the enter key and the ruby light flashed into the boy's eyes.

“Nothing,” Dana said, and winked at Carl.

“What was that?”

“That was your new master,” Dana answered.

Carl looked at Jeremy, expecting to see something happen, but Jeremy just got up and started to pace.

“I don't want to do this,” he said. “I really don't want to do this. You can't make me do this. Oh, man, what the fuck did you just do. I feel so weird.”

“Weird in what way?” Carl asked.

“I don't know. Weird. Funny. Stoned or something.”

He kept pacing.

“Is it getting hot in here?”

“I think it will be pretty soon,” Dana grinned at Carl, who was watching his son, his mouth agape.

“Man, what's happening?” He was bending his arms, feeling them, feeling his chest. “Shit, man. Am I getting bigger or something?”

“Or something,” Dana said.

“Fuck, man. Oh, fuck. Your making me get like those guys, aren't you? I don't want to do this.”

But he was feeling his pecs, and he flexed one arm and his biceps was starting to look distinctly muscular. Little by little, as he paced and flexed and felt his pecs, his clothes grew tighter on him. Carl was starting to get an erection and Dana already was hard as a rock, his 14 inch cock standing rigid against his Lycra shorts.

“Oh, fuck, man. Oh shit. Man, I'm getting too big.”

He looked like a junior bodybuilder now, stuffed into a kid's jeans and T shirt. His pecs swelled against the material, the sleeves were tight on his arms and rode up to his delts as his shoulders widened and thickened, and in his jeans, the crotch was filling with a bulge that could not be ignored. He felt his package.

“Fuck, man, you really did it anyway, didn't you? You're making me into one of those guys. You're even making my dick grow.” He felt his crotch. “And my balls, too. Shit, I couldn't even go outside now, man. Everyone would stare at me.”

“Don't worry about it. Where you're going, you'll be quite popular.”

“Aww, shit. All right. Fuck, man.” He was staring down at his body, his hands feeling uncontrollably all over his carved, massing torso. “Let me see. I gotta see what you're doing to me.”

He ripped off his T-shirt and pulled off his jeans. His briefs bulged with his growing package, the waistband pulled low and gapping out from his flat, hard belly, showing dark hair, and he yanked them off.

His cock fell out and hung down ten inches, draped thick and heavy over his pair of big, swelling balls, and his pubes had started to spread and grow dense on his groin.

“Oh, fuck, man. Look at my fucking cock.” His voice was deeper now, more resonant.

He went to stand in front of the mirror, and he struck a double biceps pose.

“Dude,” he said. “I look like a fucking bodybuilder, man. I'm a fuckin' muscle guy. Jesus, man, my dick is fucking huge. Holy shit.”

“But you don't want to do this, right?” Carl asked, his cock totally hard in his shorts now. He winked at Dana.

Jeremy stared at his image in the mirror. He felt his pecs. They felt massive, so thick, so unfathomably hot, and dark hair was sprouting all over them. His cock had grown thicker and hung a foot long, and it was still soft, but it started to fill with hot blood and stiffen. He shot a look at his dad. “You wanted me to do this, so how do you like it?” he said. Now his voice was deep and strong, and his tone defiant.

Carl glanced over toward Dana. He was still barely able to move, but his look showed horror at what he had done to his son. But the glance was just long enough for Dana to hit the key that shot the ruby light into his brain, and the expression quickly drained from his face.

Meanwhile, Jeremy was looking frantically at his dad and then his image in the mirror as it continued to change. Already, he had the mass of a pro bodybuilder. His pecs had sprouted dark hair all across them that swirled up to his chest and down into a trail that plunged to join into the spreading pubes that were getting denser every minute. His forearms snaked with veins over the muscle that was swelling there, and dark hair covered them as well, and was growing thick on his massive legs, crawling up his thighs as it continued to sprout. His cock had grown as hard as a steel shaft, was sixteen inches long, and as thick as his wrist with a head like a helmet, and it was dripping shiny precum. “I'm a fucking freak.” His voice was deep and powerful. “I'm turning into one of those fucking freaks, man. Christ, oh shit, man, I feel so, so,” one hand grabbed the steel rod and lifted it, “so fucking hot.”

By this time, Carl was already morphing, fast, and he was flooded with the most intense erotic arousal he had ever experienced in his life. Everything about his body was turning him on as he felt his muscle growing thicker, just like he'd imagined, only a thousand times better, and his cock and balls grew thick and heavy between his legs.

He just sat there, feeling himself change, feeling his chest grow thick and huge and hard, feeling his lats thicken against his arms and pushing them out, feeling his arms grow heavy and thick with muscle, his legs growing thick and pushing apart with their mass.

“Oh, fuck,” was all he could say.

Dana grinned, and his own cock hardened up with a rush of masculine desire. “Is this what you wanted?” Jeremy taunted his dad. “Just so you could change into a fucking muscle god. Was it worth it? Do you feel good now, Dad? Do you feel hot?”

Carl's hands were all over his body now, feeling the power of his new masculinity bursting out all over him, deep inside him.

“Yeah. Fuck, Jeremy, I'm sorry, son, but yeah, I feel so fucking hot.” Jeremy watched his lats grow so thick that they pushed his arms up till they rested almost straight out from his sides. His pecs grew so thick he could only see below them by looking in the mirror. But he could feel them, and they felt like nothing else in the world mattered now but his muscle, his mass that was completely overwhelming him in every way, grabbing his mind so it could think of nothing else but his body and the pure, raw, bestial sexuality it made him feel. His cock finally reached 20 inches of steel hard power, and the weight of it pulling on his groin made him so turned on that he could feel the white hot surges of orgasm building in him. His balls hung so heavy and low that he could barely reach them across the mass of his body, but they felt like his entire consciousness had moved down into his testicles, and he loved them and everything else about his freakish body. He could no longer remember the feelings of wanting to finish school or anything else that had come before this moment. He reached around to feel the thick hard globes of his glutes, and he felt the intense need to experience penetration into his muscular masculine chamber, and he bent his legs so he could get his hand between his legs, under his huge balls, and he forced his fingers into his asshole. Oh, god, if felt so hot. He wanted more. He looked at the huge, hairy, unbelievably hot bodybuilder on the sofa, and he wanted contact with that body. He wanted that man to feel his muscles, to feel how hot he felt, white hot, pure erotic mass. Fuck, he thought, yeah, come over here and feel my hairy pecs. Fuck, man, fucking huge hairy pecs, oh yeah, suck on my cock, let me suck on yours till I get it so hot you have to shove it in me. Oh, fuck, I want that muscle god in me, in me hard. And then he realized he wasn't just thinking all that. He was saying it.

Carl looked at Dana as if to ask permission to do what his urges were pushing him to. He could see that Jeremy was gone, now, and in his son's place was a government manufactured sex machine. It still looked like Jeremy, although he was more mature and far more handsome than his son had been, and the boyish face was now covered with a dark shadow of heavy stubble.

Dana got up, excited as he always was witnessing this process, and more because of the circumstances, and by the always amazing sensation of himself being a hugely endowed and muscled specimen. He walked over to Carl, his own huge hard cock swinging back and forth as he walked like the boom of a wind-whipped sail, and he got Carl to his feet. Carl couldn't speak, his rush of sensation and emotion was so intense, and Dana pulled him close, lifted their stiff cocks so they pointed up between their massive bodies, and he kissed Carl, deep and hard. Carl lost himself to the flood, devouring Dana's thick, beautiful lips and his hot, darting tongue. But Dana stepped back, and guided Carl toward Jeremy.

“You want to fuck this big muscle boy, don't ya?” Jeremy teased, leered, held his monstrous member out toward the two men. “Yeah, I know you want this body. Fucking hot, man. Oh, fuck, so fucking hot.”

First Dana kissed Jeremy, and Jeremy responded like a rutting animal, and then Dana stepped aside and put Carl's hands onto Jeremy's chest. The two fell together is a fury of lust, and Dana joined them as they gave in completely to the pull of the young stud's masculine attraction. They took turns ramming his muscular ass with their huge, hypersensitive cocks, the other sucking on the boy-man's pole while the other fucked him.

Even when the men came to take Jeremy away, the boy was still feeling his muscles and begging to be fucked again, stroking his cock, oblivious to the fact that he was being put into a van and taken away to his assignment where his unquenchable thirst for sex would find endless release and a deep satisfaction that would last only moments until the drive would consume him again, and again, and again.

“He'll be happy,” Dana said, when they had gone. “At least, he won't know anything else. It was an amazing gift you gave us. So, how about you, Carl? You like it? Was it worth it?”

Carl and Dana had both begun to change back into their former selves.

“Fuck, man. I don't know. That was amazing. But I feel kind of bad for Jeremy.”

Dana was sitting at the computer, playing with Carl's image. He'd already done his. He thought it would be fun to go out with Carl as a couple of young muscle studs, just old enough looking to get into the bars, and so spectacularly built and handsome that no one would ever keep them out.

“Don't feel bad. You did a service, and Jeremy will be well taken care of. He's going to give a lot a pleasure to a lot of men. Here, man, let me show you something else.”

He hit him with the ray, and himself, and they stood naked, feeling the rush again of their cells reorganizing around a new but equally intense masculine energy. They grew younger, more slender, then beautifully muscular as their faces changed, and soon they were two young guys that could have made a fortune as physique models. Their cocks were more moderately hung now, merely about eight fat inches, soft, and a good thick twelve hard. Their balls completed a package that would make any porn star jealous. The immediately gave into and explored the lust that drove them together, and then, soon, Dana said, “Okay, dude. Let's get dressed and go out and pick us up some guys. It was a hot night, and they walked out of Dana's in just some low-hanging shorts and baseball caps.

As they walked down Santa Monica Boulevard, watching the heads of the gorgeous men of West Hollywood snap when they saw them, Carl said, “Yeah, man. Yeah.” He could feel the warm air on his tight beautiful young body and he could feel the big hot bulge in his shorts straining at the material, so sexy, so unbelievably sexy. He thought of all the nights to come, all the bodies he could put on, the possibilities, the muscles, the hair, the faces he could wear, the men he would have.

“It was worth it.”

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