A quartet of very attractive clothing and fitness models sharing a loft try the transformation game during a power blackout, and are soon filled with awe at what they’re doing to themselves and each other as they play.
“‘What attribute,’” Liam read, “‘was the person on your left born with, that the person on your right should have been born with too?’” He looked up, his eyes shining at all of them. “Oooo, interesting.” He fixed his gaze on Lukas. “Luke?”
Lukas looked at Minjoon, considering even as he felt a new wave of almost unbearable arousal. “Well, he wasn’t born with the instaboner thing,” he said, more or less thinking out loud.
“Imagine the doctors,” snarked Diego to Liam. Liam barked a laugh.
“Still,” Lukas went on, “I reckon he’s always been gorgeous. So let’s say that.”
Liam made a sound like a wrong-answer buzzer on a game show. “Just what I need,” he said. “Min?” As he looked at him he seemed to have a new and intense physical reaction of his own, and Diego, his hand still under the pillow in Liam’s lap, muttered “Shit” almost inaudibly under his breath.
Minjoon looked pointedly at Diego, then at Lukas. He gave Lukas a small smile that made Lukas’s breath catch, then turned to Liam. “Easy-grow muscles,” he said. Lukas’s mouth fell open. He started to object, but Minjoon was already turning away.
“Shit,” Diego said, grousing this time. But Liam whooped. “Awesome! Diego, I don’t think we even need to hear your answer.”
“It was going to be ‘height’,” Diego said resignedly. But even as Liam moved across him to kiss Minjoon Diego said unexpectedly, “But I’m going to go for ‘enormous cock’.”
Liam hesitated, already leaning over Diego, and turned his head slightly. Their faces were only inches apart. Minjoon, however, moved forward to claim Liam’s mouth in a deep kiss. Instantly Minjoon began to moan in pleasure, and Lukas felt his thigh clench up under his hand. He realized Minjoon was not only hard himself but verging on cumming as he and Liam kissed.
But something else was happening. Diego was moaning and sounding ready to cum too. He had moved his face forward the inch or two necessary to join Liam’s kiss with Minjoon and make it a three-way, full-on make-out, and Liam, forgetting his previous resolution not to let Diego win, wasn’t stopping him. As the three gorgeous men kissed, Lukas felt himself start to change, as his entire life up to that moment underwent a shift like a train routed onto new tracks. He could actually feel the effects, shifts in his past life washing on the present with every heartbeat, and the effects—the effects! The effects were his muscles growing, expanding, inflating with size and density and power, getting huge from a lifetime of hard workouts relentlessly distending his easy-grow muscles. He was blowing up everywhere, up and down his entire muscle-twink body, from his thickening traps to his swelling calves.
But his chest—fuck, his chest was growing faster that everything else. He’d always done more pec work than a more ideal balance had required, and now his pecs were huge beyond his wildest dreams, looming enormous and heavy over his tight six-pack abs and narrow waist. He realized his baseball shirt was gone, had never been, because shirts like that just didn’t fit him. Hardly any shirts fit him. Even Diego, with his huge and perfectly sculpted muscles, wore shirts sometimes, but Lukas….only if there was no other choice. Shirts couldn’t contain him. With his muscles this size he felt strong, more than strong, as if strength radiated from his perfect alabaster skin. He gasped, reveling in the discovery of a totally new version of Lukas.
And he felt something else happening, too. His hand drifted back in Minjoon’s lap to find what Minjoon was packing in those gym shorts, but the gym shorts weren’t there. Like Lukas’s pecs, Minjoon’s cock was too big for ordinary clothes. It was hard and huge and pointing straight up, wet and surging with the very brink of orgasm, as big around as a canister of table salt from the grocery store and, Lukas realized with a loud gasp as he felt up it, more than two canisters high. Lukas realized he was on the verge of cumming again too, feeling Minjoon’s cock in his hand, his fingers not even close to meeting, throbbing and thrusting with Minjoon’s unstoppable arousal and his unbending ability to arouse.
It occurred to him Minjoon and Diego would lose themselves in their kiss, maybe for hours, or days, if left to their own devices. “Guys,” he gasped. They took no heed of him. “Guys!!” he shouted.
They broke apart, reluctantly. The three of them stared at each other, panting, their mouths still only a few inches apart. Their mutual arousal fanned out from them in the shifting candlelit darkness.
“Fuck,” Minjoon breathed.
“I never—that was—” Diego sputtered, his breath raspy.
“For me too,” Liam gasped.
They stared at each other for a while, panting, and Lukas watched them, appreciating how hot it was watching three ostensibly straight guys hunger for each other.
Finally Minjoon looked down. “I’m too big,” he said, but he said it with a crooked smile. Experimentally he lowered his head and took the apple-sized head into his mouth.
“Duude, don’t do that,” Diego moaned, almost pleading. Lukas couldn’t even speak, but he was inclined to agree—watching Minjoon fellate himself was almost unbearably hot.
Minjoon released himself with a pop and grinned at them unrepentantly. “Fuck, he’s bigger than me,” Liam said, sounding slightly incensed. “How is he bigger than me when you—it was my cock he was supposed to be born with!”
“Everything about me is hotter and more arousing,” Minjoon said calmly, with just an edge of sauciness in his voice. He was definitely cockier than before, Lukas thought. As it were, he added to himself wryly.
“This is your fault,” Liam said, hitting Diego hard but playfully with the big throw pillow—thereby revealing that Liam’s own monster boner was free of its denim confines. Lukas gaped at it. It was maybe a little smaller than Minjoon’s but not by much. Diego’s meaty hand was wrapped around the round, fat shaft, just like Lukas’s was around Minjoon’s, and Diego’s fingers weren’t close to meeting either.
“Fuck that,” Diego said, trying to grab at the pillow with his free hand as Liam carried on pummeling. “Blame Lukas—he started all this!”
Liam suddenly grinned. “Yeah, let’s—!” But he trailed off suddenly as he turned to look at Lukas and froze, his mouth hanging open as he ogled the pretty boy turned pretty muscle god. Diego, catching his expression, turned and reacted, almost comically, in exactly the same way.
Lukas resisted an urge to preen under their attention and just gave them an innocent smile. “Hey guys,” he said, affecting a casual tone. “Notice anything different about me?”
Minjoon turned to see what they were gazing at and he, too, was moved to stare open-mouthed at Lukas’s size, but Minjoon’s expression was not mere blank awe but rapt appreciation, his eyes blazing as he took in just how big Lukas had gotten. Lukas warmed under the gaze, feeling both proud and abashed, and tried to express his gratitude by slowly stroking the enormous cock he still had in his hand. Minjoon, for his part, seemed to be raising his left hand almost unconsciously toward Lukas’s balloon pecs, and Lukas felt an erotic surge throughout his body as Minjoon grazed his knuckles along the surface of Lukas’s dense left pec.
“You’re so big,” Minjoon was saying softly, almost whispering, “but you’re still so … so amazingly … beautiful…”
From the contact of Minjoon’s hand Lukas realized his pec was as hard as Minjoon’s ramrod boner, and the unexpected and weird thought of what it might be like to have muscles that boned up like cockflesh thrilled him almost as deeply as Minjoon breathing raptures about his uncanny beauty.
“How is he bigger than I am?” Lukas heard Diego say, but he barely processed the sounds as speech.
“See how it feels?” Liam retorted quietly. He knew they were both watching Minjoon caress Lukas, and that it was almost as hot, maybe even hotter, than it had been for him to watch the three of them making out and being driven to the edge of cumming by it.
The moment stretched and swelled, and no one seemed to breathe. A dollop of precum spurted from Minjoon’s massive cock, and the resulting whimper from Diego seemed to shift the spell and bit. Minjoon and Lukas smiled, and they all breathed again.
“Hand Lukas the cards,” Minjoon said softly now, still stroking Lukas’s pecs with his knuckles, his fingertips, the side of his thumb. “It’s his turn.” He flicked one of the nipples hidden on the underside of Lukas’s pecs, and Lukas gasped.
A moment later he was holding the deck in his free hand. “I dunno, Min,” he said, looking directly in the Adonis’s eyes despite the danger of being overwhelmed with arousal. “A lot has … happened.” He hesitated, his own hand grasping Minjoon’s cock as if he needed to literally have the proof in hand. “Maybe we should—?”
Minjoon said nothing, which was good, Lukas thought, because he probably would have come just from the enhanced sexiness of his voice on top of how aroused he already was. Instead, Minjoon just nodded slightly with his chin. Toward the cards.
Lukas chuffed out a laugh. “You already hit the jackpot, man,” he said, giving Minjoon’s monster boner a couple swift strokes. “I don’t know what more you’re hoping for.” Minjoon just smiled, and Lukas shook his head and looked down at the deck in his other hand. He was surprised it wasn’t soaked with precum already. For the first time he wondered what had happened when his cousin Ted had played this game with his friends.
He realized the card from the last turn was still on top. You’ve caused enough trouble, he thought, slipping it awkwardly to the bottom with one hand even as his other hand settled into a slow, steady stroking rhythm on Minjoon’s colossal boner. There was no way he was letting go of that. Possibly ever. He glanced up at Diego and their eyes met, and he knew Diego, his new easy-grow-muscles brother, was feeling the same thing about Liam’s similarly enormous boner.
He glanced back down at the card with more than a little trepidation. “What should the player on your left,” he read, “have twice as much of?” He looked up at Minjoon, who answered without taking his eyes off what his hand was doing to Lukas’s pecs.
“Arms,” Minjoon said softly. Lukas, his right hand fully committed to Minjoon’s cock, sucked in his breath at the thought. He marveled at Minjoon’s insight into the predicament Lukas and Diego shared. He tore his eyes away from Minjoon’s face to look pointedly at Liam, who was watching the two of them in awe. Did he get the message? Would Lukas have to beg him to give the answer Lukas needed? But Liam give Lukas a knowing smile and nodded once.
Lukas looked at Diego, who looked at Liam as if sizing up a bureau at a furniture shop. “Cocks,” he said with a manic grin, turning his chin to wink at Lukas.
Liam turned to Lukas, alarmed. “Don’t pick that,” he said immediately.
“C’mon,” Lukas said playfully. “You want to beat Minjoon again, right?”
“You’re already doing that,” Liam said ruefully.
Lukas rolled his eyes at the joke. “Speaking of which—” he prompted.
“If I say it, will you not let Diego get his?” Liam bargained.
“Just say it!” Lukas said impatiently.
Liam sighed, but with evident amusement. “Fine. But I’m only doing this because you’re crazy beautiful like this,” he said with a mock tone of begrudgement, moving his hand to indicate Lukas’s amazing form. He leaned forward as said with exaggerated enunciation, as if to make sure everyone knew he had fulfilled his obligation, “My answer is ‘arms’.” He eyed Lukas closely and when Lukas rewarded him by beaming with gratitude and anticipation he smiled.
Liam was already leaning forward to where Lukas could kiss him, but Diego broke in anxiously, “Min and Liam both win, right?” As if to make sure neither Lukas nor Minjoon forgot what the right outcome had to include, he wrapped his free hand around the back of Minjoon’s neck and drew his face toward Liam’s and Lukas’s. As the three of them started kissing Lukas became distantly conscious that Diego was joining them, making the kiss a four-way lip-mash. Then—he stopped be aware of things for a while.
Kissing Liam was more intense than he could ever have imagined. It was electrifying, stimulating every part of him with an erotic charge that felt like a thousand volts rushing through him. Lukas felt his cock seeming to try to harden even more than it was. But it was more than just a flash of raw excitement, more than a bolt of lightning galvanizing every cell, every pore, every thought with a sudden, wrenching sexual rush. As they kissed, and the kiss went on for a long time, Lukas felt like his body was a conduit for a constant, massive flow of crackling, white-hot sexual energy, a river of electric potency massive enough to power a thousand orgasms. Except—Lukas wasn’t cumming. None of them were. Liam’s kisses weren’t about the explosion of orgasm but the slow, relentless boil of arousal, and passion, and—something else. Love, Lukas surmised in some remaining island of calm of his innately idealistic psyche, watching the churning white electric flood pouring through him body and soul. Liam had become the best kisser in the world, and how could a kiss be the best without the inspiration, the communication of love?
A candle guttered near them and went out, distracting Lukas. He pulled away, breaking up the four-way kiss. Their faces stayed close to each other as they reacclimated to reality. The unmistakable scent of a snuffed wick filled the air. Lukas wasn’t sure how long they had been hissing, but it had been long enough since they’d started the game that one of the candles had burned low and gone out. Had the been kissing for hours? But he remembered that some of the candles had already been half or three-quarters used.
Then he became aware of an entirely new sensation: huge biceps rubbing against huge triceps. Without looking down he tried to gather the sensory impressions on his right side, the side where one of his hands wasn’t occupied (forever) slowly stroking Minjoon’s enormous battering ram of a cock. He test-flexed some muscles experimentally. Rear bicep. Rear tricep. Front tricep. Front bicep. Front tricep and rear bicep—fuck. The size and power of his muscles pushed his upper arms suddenly apart like two like poles of a supermagnet.
He looked down and could barely take in what he saw. “They look great on you,” gushed Diego. Lukas looked up and, sure enough, the handsome Latino muscle hunk now had four beautiful arms as well. Lukas mouthed “wow” at the intoxicating sight, returning Diego’s appreciation, then gasped as he followed the two left arms down to Liam’s lap, where both fists were wrapped incompletely around matching monster boners the size and shape of half-used rolls of paper towels. They were arranged one in front of the other, one pointing straight up, the other pointing out slightly at maybe a ten-degree azimuth from the vertical.
“Holy shit,” Minjoon muttered to himself. Then, louder, he added: “Okay, Liam wins at cock, all right? I already have plenty, so nobody should feel like I need to—to catch up, okay?” Lukas gave Minjoon’s monster an affectionate squeeze, and Minjoon glanced down at him. “Got it?”
Lukas grinned cockily at him. “Sure,” he said agreeably. He was feeling cheeky now that he was more than just pretty. “I mean, after all, if you had two of these monsters I’d have to have two heads to be able to suck you off.” He gave the cock in his hand another firm squeeze. Minjoon just gaped at him, and Lukas reveled at having caught the Adonis off-guard. He handed Minjoon the cards and he took them automatically. “Your turn,” Lukas said. “But first—” he added, and then began distributing new beers from the cartons on the table. They all took a bottle, Liam pausing first only to rapidly finish off the one in his hand, and as if recognizing a common need they all took a long pool. Minjoon kept his eyes on Lukas, but Diego and Liam watched each other as they drank.
Finally Minjoon lowered his beer and licked his lips. He seemed to tear his gaze away from Lukas only reluctantly, dropping his gaze to the cards in his lap. “It says, ‘What should the person on your left have the most of out of all of you?’”
“I’m guessing that means ‘…that he doesn’t have more of already’,” said Diego, eyeing Liam. “So it’s not ‘height’ and it’s not ‘cock’.”
“Or the ability to fold himself like a pretzel,” Lukas put in. Liam raised an eyebrow at him, his lips twitching.
“Or the ability to kiss—” started Minjoon, jumping on the pile.
“Shut up, guys, geez,” Liam said, but his cocks seemed to flex in Diego’s fists.
“Okay. Let’s go with ‘abs’,” Diego said. They all looked at Liam’s long, tight, beautiful eight-pack.
“What?” Liam said incredulously. “You want me to have a, what, a ten-pack?”
Diego leaned toward his buddy conspiratorially, still slowly fist-massaging Liam’s hard, smooth cockpillars. “You might end up a little taller.”
“But—” Liam said, then stopped, frowning.
“Your go, Liam,” Lukas prompted.
Liam kept frowning at Diego for a moment, looking confused, or conflicted, before shaking his head once and turning his gaze to Lukas. “Er, ‘muscle’,” he said.
“‘…That he doesn’t have more of already’,” Diego and Lukas said together.
Liam blinked, then grinned. “Oh, sorry. Okay, scratch that. That wasn’t my answer. I’ll say ‘beauty’,” Liam amended.
“I think he’s already ahead of us there too,” said Minjoon, and Lukas flushed.
Liam raised an eyebrow, looking half amused and half exasperated. “Fine. That wasn’t my official answer either. My official answer is—’enormous cocks’!”
“What?!” Lukas yelped. He looked at Minjoon in a panic. “You can’t pick that!”
Minjoon just winked at him. “Like I’m going to pass up one of Liam’s kisses?” he said. “He wins whatever he says.”
“Really,” said Liam.
Lukas looked from Liam to Diego, slightly alarmed. “Relax,” said Diego. “He’ll totally forget that by the next round.”
“Like hell,” Liam muttered with a smirk.
Lukas turned back to Minjoon. “Seriously, Min—” Lukas said, but Diego shushed him and said, parroting Lukas’s earlier interjection, “Your go, Muscleboy.”
Lukas huffed for a moment, then he decided retaliation was his only option. “Fine,” he said. He glanced at Minjoon, then looked at Liam with narrowed eyes and a small smile. “‘Height’.”
“Hey, that’s not fair,” Liam objected. Lukas’s smile widened.
Minjoon was smiling too and wrapped his arms around all of them, initiating a powerful, earth-moving foursome kiss that seemed to last for hours. When it ended, they all looked down at themselves with a sense of disconnect from the way things had been before.
They had all changed, and at first they were confused by how.
“What—what was the wording of that question again?” Liam said tentatively, staring at his own body and then at the others’ in a kind of awe.
“Er,” said a similarly distracted Minjoon, glancing down momentarily from the same drinking in of the others that they were all doing, “‘What should the person on your left have the most of out of all of you?’”
Diego nodded slowly. “The ‘most’,” he said. “All of us got ‘more,’ and one of us got ‘most’.”
Lukas nodded, though his eyes were furrowed. It was the only explanation for why they all had ten-pack abs now, but Liam had a twelve-pack; or why they all had two enormous cocks, significantly more massive than Minjoon’s had been, but Liam had three and he, Lukas, could feel that he had four impossibly huge and heavy cocks, two by two, the back two pressed hard against his oversized melon pecs, the two in front of them pressed hard against the back two, all of them steadily leaking precum by the pint; or why they were all obviously at least a head taller than the abnormally tall Liam had been before, their frames and muscles bigger in proportion, the latter maybe even bigger proportionately than they’d been, but the gorgeous, intensely handsome Minjoon was now a foot taller than all of them, a real Colossus of pure arousal. They were all naked now, as if they had outgrown not only the clothes they’d been wearing but the very idea of clothes. Oddly, all Lukas could think was that he was glad those too-tight green briefs were finally gone.
“That’s not what the card actually said would happen,” Liam protested in a deeply distracted voice. Somehow he looked even lankier now that he was taller.
“Fuck,” Diego said. “Talk about a trick question.”
“Ugh,” Lukas moaned, and they all laughed weakly at the bad pun.
“Geez, Diego,” Liam said. Minjoon just handed him the cards silently, shaking his head.
Diego cleared his throat and read, “Um, ‘What does the person on your right have some of that all of you should have a hundredfold?’” He seemed to realize the potential magnitude of what he’d read and started to say hurriedly, “Maybe we should choose another—” but Lukas broke in. “Too late,” he said. “Liam?”
Liam looked Diego up and down, tilting his head, even as Diego continued, like always, to gently work Liam’s cocks. “I’m stumped,” Liam admitted. “He already has more than ‘some’ ability to grow muscle. And two or three hundred cocks would be, um, too much,” he added, grinning wryly at the rest of them. Diego was watching him warily. Suddenly Liam’s face brightened. “Got it! ‘Money in the bank’!”
Minjoon’s eyebrows jumped, and Lukas laughed a surprised laugh. “Nice one,” Liam said.
“I just got paid for a set of magazine gigs,” Diego said slowly. “That might end up being a nice chunk of change.”
“Sweet,” Liam said with a grin that let on he’d definitely been considerably affected by the beers. “Let’s see if Muscleboy can do us all just as proud!”
The other three, even the more taciturn Minjoon, erupted in a chant of “Lukas … Lukas … Lukas… !” But Lukas waved one of his hands at them. “Stop it,” he said, and they subsided, laughing. He was trying to come up with something good that they’d all like; but the fact was that his four huge leaking cocks were taking up rather a lot of his attention, and on top of that he felt like he’d definitely had too much beer. That made him remember the bottle in one of his right hands. He took a swig and shook his head again. “I can’t think of anything as clever as that,” he said. “Um, ‘square feet of apartment space’?”
Minjoon laughed. “That’s even better than ‘money in the bank’,” he said, glancing at Lukas long enough to give him a heart-stopping wink.
“Shit, this loft is pretty big,” Liam said, startled by the possibilities of Lukas’s proposal. “It’s, um—” he faltered, looking around at the dark space.
“Sixteen hundred square feet easy,” Diego said, looking at Lukas with big eyes. “How—”
Lukas broke in. “Minjoon’s next,” he said.
They all looked at Minjoon, who looked at Diego shrewdly, causing the latter to flush with intense arousal. “Okay, three can play at this game. Uh, so my answer is, ‘years ahead of him where he’s young, beautiful, and healthy.’”
“Oooo, interesting,” cooed Liam. They looked at Diego for his choice of winner, but he was gathering them all into a four-way kiss that lasted a long time.
When they came up for air, they weren’t where they were before. There was still an enormous picture window in front of them, but the view it showed them was not ex-industrial converted loftspace on Brooklyn but a sweeping night cityscape of Manhattan, and from pretty high up. Even with the storm they could tell, from the oblong gap in the city lights that had to be Central Park, that they were looking down on the island from a high floor in some tall building on the upper east side.
They stood up together, all of them holding onto their partners’ unflaggingly iron-hard cocks, all of them naked now, huge, and hard, and padded as one toward the window to look down at sparkling, rain-washed Gotham. They could see themselves too reflected in the panes, transformed and titanic and compellingly beautiful, as well as the ghost reflection of the sprawling penthouse apartment behind them that had to be the entire floor of a truly massive building. The only thing they recognized was the ponderous old couch, calmly sitting twenty feet from the windows, exactly where it had been in the old loft, as it were the pivot between their old and new lives.
“This has to be one of those new luxury apartment towers in the east 50s,” Diego said in a voice barely above a whisper. “We probably own this whole building now.”
“Let’s pause the game a while,” Lukas said, and no one argued as they drew together into a deep and passionate kiss that ended only to give way to even more intense sensations.