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  1. Part 3: New Life On the Monday evening after the big day, in a quiet dorm room at the end of the 5th floor hall, Evan was lying in bed with his computer on his chest. The sterile white glow from his MacBook lit his face as he clicked through online storefronts looking for items on the list Brandon had given him: lube, sexy underwear, “maybe some toys”, it had read. Evan had already selected some lube and a couple of hot looking brightly colored jockstraps and was now browsing a page full of dildos of varying sizes and materials. He clicked one that claimed to be modeled after a famous porn star and imagined lying on his bed, slowly fucking himself with it and jerking with the other hand, or maybe sticking it to the wall of the shower and back up onto it. That sounded hot. Maybe some hot guy will walk in on me and let me suck him off at the same time, he dreamed. As this fantasy developed he began to rub his fledgling boner a little, but was snapped out of it by the sound of his stomach growling. Damn, he thought. “Well, I’ll come back to this thought later.” He hopped out of bed and closed his laptop, and made his way to the dining hall. None of his 3 roommates were home, but maybe he’d see some of them there. He swiped his card with the menu and grabbed a modest plate of food- tonight they had burgers and fries. Generally, the dorm food was pretty bad, but Evan felt especially hungry tonight; weird, considering he felt like had a huge breakfast and considerable lunch only a few hours ago. He loaded a second cheeseburger onto his plate and grabbed a full glass of milk before moving away from the food lines and back to the dining area. He saw his roommate, Brian, sitting with a couple other guys from his hall, and went over to join them. ”Jeez man,” one of the guys said, pointing at Evan’s tray. “You just coming back from prison or something?” Evan laughed nervously and didn’t want to make a scene, but his extreme level of hunger didn’t help to draw attention away from the huge portions he had gotten. He quickly took a huge bite out of his burger. The guys chatted about class and how their respective weekends had been. Evan ate fast and voraciously. “Yeah, that’s right man, eat up all that meat,” he heard himself say from the back of his head. “Gotta make us grow big and strong like Brandon wanted.” Evan ignored and kept eating. “So what about you E, how was your weekend? Didn’t you go home again?” asked Brian. ”Mmph, yeah,” he replied between bites. “You should tell him how we went home, got fucked and railed by our best friend from college and turned into a huge faggot,” the voice suggested. “Don’t stop eating either... maybe if we eat enough we’ll gain enough muscle to fuck this guy like he probably wants us to.” The voice was coming on stronger; Evan hadn’t heard it since the weekend with Brandon. “And...?” asked Brian. Evan realized he hadn’t really answered the question and came up with a lie. “It was fine. Had to help my parents with some housework.” He grabbed the glass of milk and began chugging it. “Bet you wish that was cum, eh stud? Oh yeah, imagine if it was Brian’s thick cum going down your throat now. All that protein...” The thought of this did turn Evan on a lot. He kept chugging and downed the whole glass. Now finished with his food, he looked up at his friends and saw them all staring at them like he was some kind of freak. ”What?” he asked. ”Dude, you ate all that like a pig! You sure you’re okay?” someone asked. ”Yeah, fine.” He was not fine- he was still hungry. Even worse, he was getting horny. How could he go up and get one more, no, make it two more, of everything, if he had a huge boner sticking his shorts out. The guys finished up, while Evan pretended to be held up. “Think I’m just gonna hang here for a minute, think I saw my lab partner in line for pizza,” Evan mumbled. His friends left and he quickly got up, blocking view of his crotch with his tray, and got another huge meal’s worth. Sitting back down alone now, and without anyone to judge him, he ate even faster, wolfing down close to 1500 more calories in under 10 minutes. Finally sated, Evan had a second to actually assess what the fuck was going on with him. “I guess maybe this is what Brandon was talking about?” His friend hadn’t given him any inkling of what to expect about the “change” to come... He decided to fire off a quick text and ask. He put his tray and dirty dishes away, and trotted back to his dorm room. Brian was the only one home when he returned. “You okay man? You were acting weird at dinner and now you’re all sweaty,” he asked from behind his laptop screen. Evan looked down and did feel sweaty; no, he was sweating buckets with huge pit stains and sweat covering his crotch. He could swear he felt his balls pulsing down there too. “I’m gonna go take a shower,” he said, turning straight back around out the door and towards the hall communal bathroom. “Yeah, YEAH!” screamed the other him. “This is it for us. We’re gonna be huge. We’re gonna be sexy, think of our pecs, our arms, our shoulders... our ass and cock and balls... all so huge!” Evan ran down the hallway now, covering his crotch with hands at a desperate attend to shield the huge tent and wet spot in his pants from anyone in the hall, which was for now, mercifully empty. The bathroom was divided in half by a thick wall; on the left there were showers and to the right were urinals and toilet stalls. Evan went over to the showers, unsurprisingly empty on a Monday evening. The showers had two sections: a set of 6 stalls with curtains, and then an older communal shower area with one larger curtain across the entrance. The communal area had a big mirror, so Evan went inside, closing the curtain behind him. His mind was racing; what was going on with him, was this normal? He could barely separate his thoughts from the other voice, and Brandon had still not responded. In the mirror he could see all of his clothes were drenched in sweat. He discarded his shirt and pants. He had what looked like a beer belly, presumably his gut sticking out from eating that obscene amount of food. His underwear weren’t doing much good given that his cock was basically sticking out of them; when he took them off and threw them across the room, he gasped. Evan’s testicles were hugely swollen nearly to the size of tennis balls, and they were pulsing. His heart rate sky rocketed and he grabbed his cock. Just then, in the mirror, he saw another copy of himself behind him. The other Evan was naked and sweaty too, but looked comfortable and confident compared to the real Evan’s worried panting. “Here we are,” the other him growled into his ear, brushing his hand across Evan’s shoulder. This has to be fake, thought Evan. But it feels so real, like he’s here with me. And he not just in the mirror but really truly here next to me! ”What do I call you,” asked Evan. “Well, I’m you, so maybe ‘Evan’... still, that’s a bit confusing isn’t it? I’m the psychosomatic manifestation of your sexuality. In effect, I’m your pure “manly essence.” So maybe you’re best calling me “Fun Evan,” he laughed. “Or Evan2.” Evan2 continued, now caressing Evan’s body as he walked around his seductively. “Though I expect to not feel so separate from you, pretty soon.” ”What do you mean,” asked Evan; and Evan2 took it upon himself to answer by showing instead of telling. He walked in front of Evan and sat down on the floor. “Have a seat,” he grinned, stabilizing his erection upward with his hand. Evan complied, slowly lowering himself into a squat and then carefully directing his alter ego’s cock up to his asshole as he lowered further. With a deep breath he accepted it inside of himself, feeling his own warm hard cock slowly push his ass cheeks apart and fill his hole. Evan panted a little as he began to move and ride ... himself. Evan2 held him by the hips and fucked, gently at first. “Brandon brought me into being,” he explained. “He let me come out of hiding within your psyche.” He picked up speed and intensity now as Evan started to let out a moan with each thrust. “And now I’m here to deposit a little of myself into you, to seal the deal. To turn you - us - into the stud you are deep down. You went and got all the good nutrients, so where should we start?” ”Aah!” Evan cried, now being pounded hard and deep. “That’s ok, how about the arms first?” Evan2 said and grinned, thrusting a little further this time. Evan felt the cock in his ass pulse a little, then felt hot liquid start out deep in his butt, but then felt the warmth travel up through his body and into his biceps, which were now pulsing too. They felt tight; like they were somehow being flexed as hard as possible, as they pushed themselves out to grow. ”Oh fuck,” cried Evan. “Fuck, do my pecs now,” he grunted, feeling his chest with his hands. Evan had always wanted bigger pecs; to him, having a big, muscular chest was the mark of a true man. Even when he was straight, he dreamt of being like the guys you would see on tv, with massive, perky pecs and a body to match. ”Our pecs,” corrected Evan2, still pumping their arms up with more thrusts, “and not yet. Let’s save the hottest for last. No, let’s work on those legs,” he said. Evan was full on bouncing on Evan2’s cock now. He felt more spurts of liquid enter him and seemingly travel through his body into his legs, which started to feel hot. Like, really hot, burning hot. They felt tight, too; like they were expanding outward forcefully. Sure enough, the muscles of Evan’s legs flexed and grew into big sculpted trunks, replacing the somewhat flabby calves Evan had before. Seeing his muscles grow like this while he felt a cock fucking him sent Evan over the edge. Even without touching his cock, cum erupted high into the air above him, landing a little on his chin and abs. His cock stayed hard, though, as Evan2 continued spurting growth fluid into him. This position was getting a little tiring, though, so Evan stood up and laid down on the floor, and allowed Evan2 to grab his legs and lift them straight up to come over his shoulders so he could fuck missionary. Evan couldn’t see himself in the mirror anymore, but now he could see himself- well, Evan2, topping him. As the cock reentered his ass, Evan2 grunted and had an aggressive look on his face as he resumed the work. More liquid entered Evan, now spreading into his shoulders and back muscles. “We’re gonna need nice big broad shoulders if we want to be a real stud,” Evan2 grunted. More deep thrusts, more heat and stretching, and Evan was left with thick, wide shoulders. Below, in his armpit, he felt patches of thick brown hair growing in the deep cavity formed by his muscular shoulder and upper arm. These changes were mimicked in Evan2, too, who was looking like quite the jock. Without warning Evan2’s thrusting increased speed and leaned down, kissing Evan passionately as larger spurts flooded Evan’s ass. These traveled straight up, into Evan’s chest. “FUCK!” he screamed, pulling away from the kiss. This burning was intense. It felt like his chest and was going to explode. Instead, it inflated, his pecs swelling up like meaty balloons, his nipples sticking out, hardened and perky. Abs sculpted themselves out into a respectable 4 pack, Evan’s massive food gut now expended. He came again, coating his new muscle tits with ropes of jizz. “Almost,” roared Evan and Evan2 in unison. More liquid came now, this felt less plentiful but perhaps even hotter in temperature than ever. It didn’t travel far; the warmth exploding straight into Evan’s ass cheeks and cock. His butt inflated, as his pecs did, only with a perfect mix of fat and muscle to create a beautiful springy bubble butt. At his dick, he felt his boner harden even more. The erections Evan had been getting since hooking up with Brandon were noticeably harder than before, and this was no exception. His cock kept getting harder though, literally to its limit and beyond. It stretched out further, expanding its girth length into a massive 9 inch cock fit for the new stud. As it grew, Evan felt Evan2’s cock in his ass growing, fucking him deeper and shooting a near continuous steam of juice into him. He had to grab his cock now, desperate to feel his new meat and experience what it was like to jerk himself off. Just then, Brian entered the bathroom, curious what had happened to Evan. He didn’t look good when he left half an hour ago, and anyway he didn’t bring a towel or anything if he planned on taking a shower. The bathroom seemed normal; Brian checked then stall area, which was empty. “Hmm, none of the showers are on...” he started to leave, thinking maybe Evan went somewhere else, but noticed the curtain to the communal shower was drawn. As he got nearer, he heard a voice- was it Evan moaning in stomach pain? No, it didn’t sound like painful moaning... it sounded like grunting too. Brian called out Evan’s name as he neared, finally slightly drawing back the curtain. There was Evan, naked on the floor, squirming and holding his erection, violently masturbating. There was a lot of cum all over him already, and he looked much bigger- no, he was much bigger- his muscles must have doubled in size! Brian kept watching, feeling his own cock stir in his shorts. Back in Evan’s mind, Evan2 was exhausting every last bit of the liquid he had into the true Evan, whose consciousness was fading into different scenes and fantasies. First he saw Brandon, and his new self, both wearing harnesses and jockstrap, dancing in a club. Then the scene changed; he was in a locker room, taking off his football gear, while other players on the team turned and started walking toward him. They took off their helms to reveal they were various porn stars Evan had watched a lot of. Evan2’s voice began to narrate these scenes, which progressed further to show the men undressing, rubbing cocks together, and kissing. “We’re here now. This is us. A new man. Unafraid.” Evan felt his own voice effortlessly speaking the same words in unison. “A real man. Big muscles, full strength. Power to fuck hard and be fucked.” Their voices were in unison now, until they slowly merged into just Evan’s voice. “With his new body I can be myself. A new life of sex, muscle, and passion.” His erupted one more time, this time Brian was present to watch as his friend moaned and squirmed around floor, cum gushing out of his huge throbbing cock. It flew all about the room, spraying the walls and floor, landing all over Evan’s own body. Around a full minute later it finally subsided, and Brian rushed in to check on his unconscious friend on the floor. Coming up next time: Part 4: Male Bonding
  2. Part 2: One of Us Now The next Saturday, Evan was driving to Brandon’s house again. He canceled his plans to hang out with his friends at college this weekend and his parents were surprised to see him back in his hometown on a non-break weekend from school, but this was the only way. Brandon refused to come out to Evan’s university, so desperate times called for desperate measures. He fidgeted in the driver’s seat, his cock twitching through his jeans as he remembered the locker room last weekend... I remember his body pressing into me, and the smell of our muscles and sweat from the workout. And I felt confident then in a way I don’t think I’d ever felt before. For once I felt... manly. Like I was happy with my body, for once, like I felt sexy for once. I wasn’t insecure before but... I was never virile like this either. It felt incredible. And my cock kept getting harder, and his kept pushing into my abdomen as it got harder too. And then we kissed. He pulled into the driveway next to Brandon’s house. Only Brandon’s red Honda was in the driveway; his parents were out of town. Evan fidgeted again as he unbuckled his seatbelt to get out of the car. The voices were coming back now. Was this the right thing to do? Was his friendship with Brandon only going to be weird now? He sighed, kept going towards the front door, and rang the bell. He heard Brandon shout from inside and heard his loud plodding steps downstairs to come answer the door. “Hey man, c’mon in,” Brandon said casually. He was wearing a gray undershirt and a backwards baseball cap covered his short blond hair. Evan entered. How could Brandon feel so calm and casual about the last 7 days? I was engaged with him now, my arms wrapped around his beefy torso as his own were holding my hips and reaching for my ass. His mouth crashed into mine with a force and intent. His tongue was warm and slick as we made out passionately. He had this presence that overpowered me but uplifted me. I was filled with a singular aspiration: that this man I was kissing could be me. I leaned away some minutes later as Brandon’s hand made its way to the back of my head. He pressed down, instructing me to my new calling. I licked and teased his chest, nipples, and then his abs as I slowly fell to my knees. Now, I was face to face with his meat. I remember a voice in my head. “Give the man what he wants,” it said. It was my voice, only the tone was different. It was confident and manly. It was sure of itself. “Give in to what you want.” I wasn’t sure how to start, but somehow my new instincts took over. I licked and slurped at Brandon’s rock hard 10-inch manhood, coating in my saliva and making it slick. I started to close my mouth around it now, inhaling as much of the smell of Brandon’s musky crotch as I could. I had a good amount of it in my mouth now and felt myself trying to gag. “More, you little bitch. More! Suck that cock like a man!” My own voice was mad at me now. I tried harder to take more of it, but it kept berating me. I wanted more cock, always. I couldn’t get enough, I couldn’t get possibly enough. My hands started caressing his big sweaty balls and stroking his shaft as I sucked. The sound of my gagging echoed around the tiled showers, and Brandon’s breathing became heavier and he started to grunt. “You’ll get a reward soon,” my voice said again. “So dude how’ve ya been?” asked Brandon, as if it wasn’t a loaded question. Evan started back blankly. “You been feeling weird about the whole thing yeah?” ”Yeah. I’m confused.” The two guys entered Brandon’s room. There were posters of sci fi movies and sports teams on the wall. It was virtually unchanged from high school. They sat on the made bed. “You didn’t seem confused back then-“ Brandon replied. He flipped on the tv, but it was mirroring his computer, displaying a blue and green landscape background dotted with program shortcuts. ”I don’t know how to interpret what happened.” Evan sighed. “I only want what’s good for both of us.” ”Dude. Evan.” They were sitting side by side on the bed now, backs to the headrest, staring at the TV screensaver. Brandon turned and put his hand on Evan’s shoulder. “You didn’t call me on the phone to talk- you invited me to come visit. When they didn’t work you said you’d come all the way here. I think you know what you want.” Brandon looked down at Evan’s shorts, now tented by his boner. Brandon grabbed his wireless keyboard and mouse and opened a web browser. “Since you’re here now I guess you’ve made your choice. Why don’t we start a little slow.” Brandon was getting into it now, showing his aggressive side. He held my head down onto his shaft, “flexing” his cock while I had nearly the entire length down my throat to push even more dick into me. After a bit of a contest to see who would relent first, Brandon let go and I gasped for air. “You’re pretty good, stud,” said Brandon. He called me a stud! The manly man Brandon called ME a stud! He was leading me down another row of lockers now, to an aisle with a wider bench down the middle. He laid down on his back and stroked his cock a little. “Come keep sucking me,” he growled. I walked over to get on the other side of the bench but Brandon shook his head. “Like this,” he motioned, instructing me to stand at the front of the bench. I got the message, now climbing on top of him to reach his cock while my own rested across his face. He grabbed my dick and guided it into his mouth as we began to 69. I had gotten a blowjob before - from a girl, ironically next to Brandon while he got head of his own. This was on a completely different level of pleasure. Those girls had no idea what they were doing. Quite possibly no woman truly knows what they’re doing when it comes to head, I thought. Only a man can suck a man off right. The voice returned.”This is who you are now, eh big boy? A stud like Brandon here.” “You’re the guest,” said Brandon, offering Evan the controls to the computer. Now it was showing something called “GayVidDB” in full screen with several categories flashing thumbnails of naked men. “Pick what looks hottest.” Evan smirked. He loved this new found sexuality- no more dancing around the topic, worrying about what a girl might think. Him and Brandon were just two bros, both horny and crazy about sex, and there was a full air of openness between them. Evan clicked through some muscle and sports categories until he settled on a video of two baseball players getting frisky. He and Brandon took off their shirts and shorts and started to jerk off. “Good pick dude,” said Brandon. “That tall guy has an ass for days.” Evan smirked again, jerking himself slowly with a now lubed up hand. “Could us if we still played,” he said. Brandon extend his hand out to offer it to jerk his friend off. Evan returned the favor. It was getting late now and both of us were nearing our limits. My internal voice came back. “Time for a stud’s big reward eh? Big Bro Brandon’s gonna give you his huge load, man, well deserved.” We returned to our earlier position with me on my knees and Brandon slapping me in the face with his turgid cock. “A huge blast of cum for you Evan,” came the other me. Brandon was moaning loudly now. I felt his cock pulsing and tasted sweet precum dribbling out. “A man’s seed for a new manly man,” I moaned. I jerked my own cock furiously as Brandon neared climax. Finally he unleashed it all into my mouth, spurt after spurt of thick hot cum, each burst thicker and more delicious than the last. My mouth filled up fast and he pulled his cock from it, letting 5 or 6 more ropes of cum blast me in the chest and face. The sheer erotic feeling of being covered with Brandon’s spunk pushed me over the edge too, as I moaned and shot my own load all over the floor while Brandon egged me on. “You like that shit, wait til B turns you into a REAL stud,” said the other me. They had jerked for a while to the two jock baseball players who had mostly ditched the uniforms and were now sucking each other off. “Let’s go even further today Bro” moaned Evan. Brandon nodded. He turned over onto his hands and knees and stuck his huge bubble but into the air for Evan to play with. Evan lubed up Brandon’s ass, slowly sticking slicked up finger by finger into his friend’s hole, deeper and deeper, encouraged by the moans of foreplay that Brandon let out. Evan got up on his knees and rubbed his cock up and down Brandon’s crack and began to press his head up to his lifelong friend’s hole. The rest was kind of a blur. We showered playfully, soaping each other up. I rubbed all of Brandon’s muscles, jealous of his new size and imagining how I would look with that kind of strength. And then... we went home. I had to get back to school, Brandon had plans for the next day- we thought it best not to talk about it, for now. When I got back to the dorm room, none of my roommates were home. I opened my laptop and laid in my bed to jerk off. With a little fear I unchecked “female” and changed it to male, and beat off like never before. Evan’s cock was buried into his friend’s ass now, and he began to thrust and fuck. Brandon was used to bigger, but he still moaned and groaned in the throes of pleasure. Evan picked up speed. “Yeah, fuck him hard so he knows how you like it later,” whispered Evan’s inner self. He picked up speed, grabbing onto Brandon’s hips as Brandon began backing his own ass up onto Evan’s member. “Fuck me, bro!” moaned Brandon. Last Wednesday, Brandon finally texted me back. “Sorry man, I can’t get out there this weekend. I know you probably want to have another round but it just won’t work for now.” I briefly considered begging but instead sought to get some material for my spank bank. A whole new sexual world had started to open up for me and I was jerking off nearly 4 times a day, whenever my roommates’ schedules permitted. I would say bye to his roommate Brian in the morning, wait about 10 minutes to be safe, then pull out the laptop and look at hot pictures of Austin Wolf. But now that Brandon had responded, I wanted some answers. ”am I gay now?” I texted Brandon. “Is that what happened to you?” “No. It seems like you are but if you go long enough without seeing me you’ll go back to being a straight boy. Or I can make it permanent if you want.” ”oh.” I answered. Permanent? Would I want that? “You’d also get muscles like mine,” he said. Ok... deal getting a little sweeter. I thought about my inner voice and how good Brandon felt. “It’s a long story. I’ll tell you soon. I met a guy called Dan. He gave me this gift, and I can pass it down too, just once. If you want it to be you then we’ll do it whenever I can get out there. You’d be even more of my brother than you could even imagine if we did it man. But I won’t pressure you. I love you like a brother no matter what you decide.” I did want it. So badly. I wanted to be a stud like him, to feel like a real man. I said yes. And I wanted to do it ASAP. So I planned to drive back out to a Brandon next Saturday. How would he do it, I asked the next day. “I think you can guess,” he replied. Brandon begged Evan to stop and finally Evan relented because He knew the main event was coming up. They hugged and kissed, making out with passion and strength. Their cocks throbbed together. “You sure you want this forever man?” He asked Evan last time. ”Yeah bro,” Evan replied. “Make me your dirty homo boy.” Brandon laughed and moved behind him, his cock now pressed up against Evan’s ass. The tables turned, he pushed Evan’s torso down so he was in doggy style position. Having never taken a cock before, it took Evan a bit longer to accept Brandon’s 10-inches. It slowly stretched and widened Evan’s ass. Evan had entered a pure state of bliss, unable to distinguish distinct feelings from one another. The feeling of Brandon’s warm meat in his ass; his own stiff cock breaking new hardness records, the sweat and musk from a their two hard bodies mixing to the perfect manly odor; the two baseball players now fucking reverse cowboy style on the screen; and the dirty talk both Evan’s inner self and Brandon were softly moaning; all of it synthesized into one feeling of pleasure for Evan. He dreamt of his new muscles, his new power and demeanor. He dreamt of Brandon’s friend Dan, of continuing this “cycle” himself. And finally he felt it all culminate at once as Brandon pumped his ass in one final massive thrust, unloading spurt after spurt of fluid into his newly christened gay boy. Evan’s ass spasmed, struggling to contain the sheer volume of seed Brandon’s cock was pumping into Evan’s tight ass. Unknown to the boys, Brandon’s cum was flooded with growth factors and hormone molecules to not only convert Evan’s sexuality but grow him into a special kind of man, a convert like Brandon and Dan; the ultimate stud. An eternity later, Brandon pulled his spent cock out of his bro’s ass and crumpled onto the bed, whispering, “you’re one of us now.” To be continued in Part 3: New Life
  3. Part 1: Why Not Try It? Bzzz bzzz. Evan heard his phone vibrations from across the room as he fixed himself a sandwich. He had been waiting for a text back from his friend Brandon. Evan walked over and picked up the phone, swiping it unlocked and deftly typing a response. “I’m home from college for the weekend. Wanna hang out?” Branson responded faster now. “Yeah bro! I’d been hoping you’d come home some weekend soon. Wanted to catch up with you.” Evan remembered when he was home last year for a few days and he and Brandon had met up with a couple of girls their age, partying with them and eventually fooling around with them in Brandon’s basement. “Yeah? You wanna do a repeat of last November?” Brandon was Evan’s best friend from hometown; they’d done everything together, from homework to baseball, to hooking up with girls. Even though Evan was going to a university about 3 hours away, and Brandon was still at home at the smaller local college, the two still kept in good contact with each other. It took a few minutes to Brandon to reply, and Evan was a little worried he offended his buddy. Maybe he was weirded out by getting a blowjob in the same room as his lifelong friend? Still, they didn’t watch each other or anything. As far as Evan knew, they were both straight as an arrow. ”nah” the gray speech bubble finally read. “Wanna come work out with me? We can go to my campus gym.” ”works for me” Evan quickly typed out. “Be over in 10 to pick you up.” Evan was excited at the chance to get a workout in with Brandon. The two guys were roughly around the same build and physique which made them perfect workout partners for each other; around 160 lbs, 6’ tall, they normally benched around 140, taking turns spotting each other while shooting the shit. This was the first time working out at Brandon’s college, Evan thought, as he hopped into his parent’s Mazda and began driving towards Brandon’s house. Pulling up to the curb some 5 minutes later, Evan looked down to text Brandon to come outside. He saw the guy on Brandon’s front yard start walking towards his car, but that must have been Brandon’s uncle or something. That guy was nearly 200 pounds and had much thicker chest, arms, and legs than Brandon. Still, the guy walked closer until he reached the passenger side door and knocked on the window. Evan could see him closer now and recognized him instantly. ”B?! Is that you??” He rolled down the window and unlocked the car. ”Hey Ev,” replies Brandon, his voice no different than Evan remembered it. Brandon opened the door and hopped in. He was wearing a loose cutoff shirt and short mid thigh running shorts, which his thighs were nearly too thick for. ”Good to see ya man,” Evan said. Not wanting to waste any of their workout time, he started driving toward the gym. “You look...” ”Huge??” laughed Brandon. “Yeah, I haven’t seen you since last June, right? I’ve been putting in crazy time at the gym. What do you think?” Brendan flexed a little as he directed Evan’s route. “Yeah, I mean you look crazy!” Evan exclaimed. “I’ve made a couple big lifestyle changes,” Brandon said. “I’ll tell ya about it when we get there.” He grabbed Evan’s upper thigh playfully. “If you can keep my secret!” Evan stayed silent while Brandon let go and laughed. “I’m kidding man. Nothing more than good old fashioned hard work and nutritional changes! Oh, you can park here.” They arrived at a brown brick building with the sign “Eastern Student Fitness” our front. There were no other cars around and no sign of anyone else on campus. ”Where is everyone?” asked Evan as they walked toward the entrance. ”Fall break. But since I work here, I’ve got a key. And since they’re all gone, we’ve got the place to ourselves.” He flipped through the keys on his maroon lanyard, finally selecting a silver one and turning the lock open. “After you...” The motion sensor lights flicked on as the two guys entered the linoleum hallway. “Wanna hit the weights?” Brandon asked, sort of skipping down the hallway. ”Hellll yeah man, show me what you can now!” called Evan. They ended up at the bench press where Brandon had racked up 2 plates on each side of the bar. Before Evan could even get in position to spot him, Brandon was busting out reps, racking the bar after completing his 10th with ease. Evan’s eyes went wide. “Ok, well I usually do about 5x5 of 135...” he said sort of meekly, removing a plate from his side of the bar. ”No problem bro!” Brandon hopped behind the bar to spot his friend. Evan felt motivated by Brandon’s new swagger, and felt his muscles surging a little as he pressed the reps out. This continued for a while across the deserted weight room, with Brandon pounding out an impressive set while Evan removes weight and followed suit. The two guys were starting to get a little hot, and since no one else was around, they decided to take their shirts off. Evan had some pec definition and a modest 4 pack, with a fledgling few strands of chest hair. Despite being 20 now, he had never been able to grow any. Meanwhile Brandon had pecs nearly twice the size of Evan’s, covered in a light dusting of blonde hair that was shaved down to a stubble. Evan eyed Brandon up and down, noticing both his huge upper body, but stopping to notice Brandon’s butt tightly stretching his black nylon shorts in the back. ”You must be hitting those squats hard too eh man?” laughed Evan. ”Hah, yeah dude,” said Brandon, adjusting his shorts a little to show the white and black striped waistband of his underwear sticking out slightly. “Let’s do it.” Brandon loaded up around 250 lbs as a warmup weight and squatted it down. Evan watched him intently, especially his friend’s butt. I mean damn... it was incredible the way Brandon had changed in the last 5 short months. Evan peeked a small strip of skin and the crack of Brandon’s ass between the bottom of his waistband and the top of his shorts as Brandon squatted down and back up again. “Bro, you wearing a jock or something?” teased Evan. ”Oh shit, sorry man, didn’t mean for you to have to see that.” ”Its alright B, we’re like brothers after all. I’m impressed with how far you’ve come.” ”Dude it could totally be you too. I just got lucky with the way my body kept growing after high school.” ”No way man, you put in good work. You must be getting tons of chicks now!” ”Eh,” said Brandon. “Not really. But to be honest with you, I’m happy that way. Hey, you wanna shower here? It’s just us two and we really fuckin’ stink.” ”Sure man,” said Evan, as Brandon motioned toward the locker room and followed him out of the weight room. Evan pushed the swinging heavy door to the locker room open and walked down one of the far aisles of orange lockers. He raised his voice to talk to Brandon, assuming he’d take the next row over. After all, why change together if they could have privacy, right? “So what kind of diet’ve you been eating?” he called, looking down to untie his sneakers. Brandon was basically right behind him as he answered. “Oh you know, a ton of protein,” he calmly replied, also untying his shoes. ”Fuck!” cried Evan, startled. “I didn’t expect you to come down the same row as me dude.” ”Eh what’s the big deal bro? Nothing you haven’t seen before!” Brandon laughed. He was naked now except for his white jockstrap. His cock was starting to stir a little, the pump from the gym, his shirtless friend, and the musky smell turning him on. Evan turned around and saw Brandon’s stiffening bulge. “The fuck, man?” He was now naked himself, and covered his own crotch with his hands. “Calm that thing down dude, I’m not your chick Jenny.” ”Nah Jenny’s been gone for a while,” Brandon said. “Actually I’ve been hanging out with ‘Dave’ these days.” That sent Evan the message. “Dave? Who’s Dave? You’re fucking gay?! After all we went through, I can’t believe it. I mean I still love you man, in a friend way, but damn, how could you not tell me!” Evan felt betrayed. And scared at Brandon’s out of character behavior, and his openness. But most importantly, Evan was scared of his own cock stiffening underneath his cupped hands. ”Its a long story,” Brandon replied. “But I’ll tell you. And it has to do with this-“ he flexed his left bicep- “and this-“ he cupped his rock hard boner bulge through the fabric of his jock with his other hand. “But hey man,” he started to say, as Evan couldn’t look away from his body and moved his own left hand away from his crotch to balance himself on the wooden bench as he stepped closer to his friend. ”I can tell-“ as Evan stepped within a foot of Brandon now, sweating and smelling the manly musk of the locker room and slowly moving his right hand away from his cock, ready to show Brandon in all its 6-inch erect glory, as Brandon’s bulge pulsed and bounced in its jockstrappy-prison, the tip of it gently poking out at the top right of the pouch. ”You’re curious.” Brandon concluded as Evan took another step closer, his cock now gently poking Brandon in the thigh as he rested his hands on the big man’s chest, gently feeling them up. Brendan tilted his head right and down to whisper in Evan’s ear as his right arm wrapped around Evan in a tight embrace, his left reaching town towards his crotch, pushing his jockstrap pouch to the side, freeing his 10-some inch beast to press up fully against Evan. The warmth of Brandon’s meat pressed against his crotch and leg turned Evan on even more, as his cock bounced and stiffened even further. “Why not try it,” whispered Brandon as his left arm grasped both their cocks and rubbed them together gently, his right arm now holding the back of Evan’s head and pushing him down slightly, as, unknowingly to the pair of men, Brandon’s body pumped out gallon after gallon of invisible pheromones of growth and seduction. To be continued next time in: Part 2: One of Us Now
  4. Part Fourteen Experimentation Nate was on top of me now, pulling his clothes off and revealing his pale skin, ginger chest hair, and chubby body. Nate wasn’t too overweight, but he definitely had a good amount of flab and lacked the muscle definition that Mark or I had. Still, it was hot seeing him like this. He seemed almost crazed, yanking off his jeans and revealing his loose boxer shorts, tented by his apparent boner. He pulled those off too, and now laid on top of me. Mark, off to the side, was surprised yet interested. “Nate, what the hell, what’s gotten into you?” Nate was straight, for sure, I thought. Even if he wasn’t, maybe a little curious, I did not expect him to be this wild and forthcoming. He didn’t answer and was now humping his crotch into mine, and he started pressing his face into my armpit. Mark was apparently turned on by this, enough to start jerking off as he watched. Nate’s cock rubbed against mine, causing me to get another boner. Nate started jerking off as he continued sniffing me, eventually rolling over to the side of me, lying on his back, still with his face in my pit. The three of us were jerking off now, in this weird arrangement. Mark stood up, perhaps to offer me his cock to suck, then seemed to realize something and laid back down. “What’s wrong?” I asked, but he only shook his head and said he would explain after. So, we kept jerking until we all felt close. I was eager to feel Mark blow his load onto my chest, so I motioned for him to stand up and shoot onto me, but he once again declined. In fact, he seemed to turn away from me, then moaned as his cock shot ropes of cum high into the air and onto his own pecs and abs. That was pretty hot, and got me close too, so I turned to Nate to let him know, but he still ignored me. I came too, my load a lot less impressive and maybe dampened by Nate and Mark’s weird behaviors. Finally, Nate panted as he too came, dribbling a small load of cum onto the bed. He lay there, a little dazed, and slowly seemed to drift to sleep. Mark whispered to me. ”Was I the first person you fucked after your convert?” ”Well, yeah...” I replied. ”Huh. I think I might know what’s going on with him... but we should probably confirm it.” ”Confirm it? What are you talking about? Is he ok?” ”I think he’s fine, but his life’s probably going to get a lot different for him soon. Kinda like it did for you. Why don’t you stick around here, see what he’s like when he gets up. If he doesn’t want to talk about it, don’t push him. He’ll get there.” Mark got dressed as he explained his plan. ”Don’t worry about him. He’ll be fine. I want to see you again, though,” he said, writing his number down on a piece of paper. “Got some friends I can ask about your roomie’s deal, and then maybe we can all meet next weekend. Let me know.” He sounded a little devilish while explaining his plans, then left the dorm. I got dressed quickly and thought about what to do with Nate. Best let him come to his senses on his own, I thought. I went to the other part of the dorm room and sat on the futon to watch TV. About an hour later, I heard Nate stirring in the other room. ”What the hell?” I heard him say. A few minutes later, he came out to the living area wearing a pair of grey sweatpants and no shirt. I thought I spotted a little dried cum on his abdomen. Damn, though, did his big fat ass look hot in those pants. If only we could have done more... ”Hey man, you ok?” I asked. ”Y-yeah, I think so. Feel weird. Not sure how I ended up here, honestly. Woke up naked-“ he suddenly stopped, as if realizing how embarrassing this story would be. “You don’t remember what happened?” I asked. ”No, why, do you?” I quickly lied. “No, no... I just, came home and you were asleep. Maybe you were exhausted from packing, you passed out on the bed.” ”Y-yeah, I guess. Anyway, it’s good to see you man! Been a whole summer! You look great!” ”Hah, thanks man! I got a lot to tell you about my break,” I answered. ”I’m gonna go take a shower, then let’s talk,” he replied. Nate dipped back to the sleeping area, then came back out in just a towel and flip flops, carrying a little caddy of soap and shampoo. He left the room to go to the communal bathroom. When he came back a few minutes later, I told him an altered version of what happened; that I had the hots for a guy at the gym, but instead of my escapade at the club, I talked about “coming to terms with myself” and came out. He was plenty supportive, and a little unsurprised. “No wonder you’d always had bad luck with the ladies, man! I’m happy for ya!” Perfect. This didn’t change anything between us. I wonder if it would had he known all the true details, especially about his own behavior. I told him about Mark. ”Nice dude, now I gotta get a girl for myself so we can all go out together!” he laughed, taking a seat next to me. Right, I thought. A girl. I texted Mark the details and he acknowledged. I made plans to join him for lunch and to go to the gym next week. So, Nate and I went about our business for the first week of the semester. I met with Mark a few more times over the week, sometimes for dates and other times for sex, but we always went to his single dorm room and we never discussed Nate. When Friday rolled around, he brought it up one day on the way home to the gym. “So your roommate, Nate,” he started. ”I called Eddie - I believe you met him - and he has a theory about what happened.” He smirked. ”Really?” The incident with Nate had started to leave my mind, but I was now excited to know the truth. “Yeah. Eddie thinks something weird happened to you. Like, some part of all the shit they pump into us stuck around longer than it should have.” My eyes widened. I was that special? Mark continued. “Yeah, so he thinks you might have some kind of weird gland. Probably in your armpit, that would make sense. Maybe it got activated when I came in you. Created some kind of pheromone, maybe. Drove him wild. That’s why I turned away at the end... didn’t want to trigger it again.” Oh, so that was why! I felt a little self conscious, right after the fact, as if maybe Mark didn’t like me as much as I thought. The last week had eliminated that doubt - Mark fucked me and jizzed on me plenty - but it was good to hear the clarification. ”I think you’ve got a powerful gift, Trevor,” continued Mark. “I’m not sure exactly what the extent of your change was, but maybe we could test it on your roommate.” Nate, a guinea pig? That didn’t seem fair. Nate was his friend, after all- using him didn’t feel right. Still, it seemed like he only had any effect on straight men, so what other option did they have? “I’ll think about it,” I said. “Why don’t we all go out together tonight? I have some friends throwing a house party.” I frowned. Nate probably would not want to go to the type of party Mark had in mind. “Relax, there’ll be plenty of straight girls there for Nathan,” Mark laughed. *** At dinner, I told Nate about Mark’s invitation. Surprisingly, he seemed really excited. “Yeah, I’d love to check out a gay house party!” he enthused. ”Well, he said there would be girls there too,” I said through a mouthful of pizza. ”Cool man, it’s all good. Happy to meet your boyfriend and his friends.” I blushed a little. I wasn’t sure if Mark was my boyfriend, but... he wasn’t just a fuck buddy, either. We met Mark on a street corner a few blocks away from the house. He exchanged greetings with Nate, who seemed really excited to meet him. As we walked, Nate whispered questions in my ear. ”Damn, that’s the guy? He’s a beast!” ”Yeah, I know,” I beamed. Now Nate started getting a little too curious. “He fucks you? Damn, I can’t even imagine...” I was a little annoyed at this line of questioning, but I used this opportunity to toy with Nate a little. “Yeah man, he pounds my ass with a huge cock,” I grinned. Nate’s eyes widened. He was definitely not expecting this much detail. I pressed a little further. “Why, you ever do anything with a guy?” He stayed silent, but I continued. “That’s how I knew, y’know. In high school I jerked off with a friend after school a couple times,” I lied. “It felt awesome.” Nate went quiet and muttered back. “Can’t say I ever tried,” he said flatly. We were nearing the party, now, evidenced by the increased presence of college kids out on the sidewalk. We stepped up and went through the front door. It was hard to hear, inside, over the deep bass and loud pop music. Mark shouted that he was gonna go find the hosts, while I went with Nate to grab a drink. The three of us met back a few minutes later, Nate and I holding red cups full of some kind of sugary drink mixed with vodka, and Mark with two guys standing behind him. “Trev, Nate, this is Chris and Evan,” he introduced. The two guys stepped forward. Both were immensely hot, and shirtless. Chris was leaner, but noticeable muscles. His body was mostly hairless, and he wore a pair of short shorts that hugged his ass. I spied the top of a jockstrap waistband poking out above the waistline of his shorts. Evan, on the other hand, was a total hunk. Ripped and muscular, he had a light dusting of blonde-brown hair on his chest and torso. His huge shoulders and arms seemingly flexed themselves as he shook my hand. His pecs were enormous, made to appear even bigger by a thick leather strap pulled tightly across his chest from the harness he wore. It connected to a pair of suspenders, which probably held up a jockstrap, though his pair of jeans prevented further investigation. I turned to see Nate’s reaction. He looked awed, weirdly. “Nice to meet you guys,” he said. “Damn,” he said under his breath. “It’s okay man, you know we’re gay- you’ll get no competition from us,” Evan laughed. “Maybe I could introduce you to my friend Jen, she’s great and singl-“ he offered, but Nate shook his head. “Nah, it’s ok,” he declined. But the party continued, the five of us talking and drinking and dancing. It was a pretty small house party, mostly consisting of Chris and Evan’s friends, so we were able to meet quite a few of them throughout the night. As we got drunker and drunker, Mark and I started to dance together on, him grinding into me to the beat of some electronic song. I looked over and saw Nate talking to a girl, which suppressed my suspicions about his curiosity a little. But on further investigation, it was clear he was just turning her down and continued to drink quietly to himself in the corner. After the song, Mark went over to him. “You doin’ O.K., dude?” Mark asked. ”I guess,” slurred Nate back. He was drunk, but not dangerously so, it seemed. “C’mon man, lets have a good time!” shouted Mark. He grabbed Nate by the wrist and dragged him over to me, where I was dancing on the small “dance floor”. Mark motioned for Evan and Chris to come over, and the five of us kind of danced in a circle around Nate, telling jokes and acting flirty to cheer him up. As the night went on, he was in a better mood as we did shots and told jokes and talked to us gay guys. Evan and Chris acted especially flirty, getting Nate to take his shirt off and at one point pulling their shorts down to show off their goods. As we had fun together, the party slowly died around us, people heading home and bidding the hosts goodnight. Soon, around 2:30, it was just the five of us sitting on the couch, all shirtless. Mark was in his underwear, for some reason, a pair of tight bright blue briefs. Nate was pretty drunk, still, but mostly lucid. “You guys wanna watch something?” asked Chris. “Yeah, sure,” I answered. “Nate, you good? We can go home if you want.” ”Nah, I want to stay!” he protested. ”Ok man, no worries,” Evan said. “The big TV’s up in our room, if you guys want.” We all went upstairs. In the bedroom was a large 72” mounted on the wall at the foot of a huge king sized bed. It was dimly lit, but we all piled onto the bed, the five of us fitting somewhat snugly. Evan and Chris sat on one end, followed by Nate, me, and Mark on the other. Mark started getting a little handsy with me, rubbing my upper thigh. On my left, Evan had his arm around both Chris and Nate. Chris grabbed the remote off the end table and turned on the TV. Suddenly, a porn movie was playing on the screen; two guys on a bed with one of them fucking the other doggy style. They were moaning loudly, the top with manly grunting and the bottom squealing in pleasure and begging for more. Evan struggled to change the channel, but eventually managed to set the TV to the Netflix login. ”Shit, sorry about that, Nate,” expresses Chris. Nate kind of perked up; I could tell he was sobering up. “It’s fine,” he replied. “But honestly, I’ve got so many questions. Trevor kind of seemed annoyed when I asked him on the way here.” ”What kind of questions?” asked Evan. ”Just... I can’t believe you guys do that with each other. It seems to weird to me, but I want to know more about it. Like how do you decide who does what? Or what’s it feel like? Damm, why do I want to know this stuff?” ”Well,” smiled Mark. “We could show you, if you’re that curious. You can just watch, if you want.” Nate sort of blushed. He was embarrassed to have asked, embarrassed to say yes, so I thought to help him say it. “Go sit over there,” I said, pointing to a chair facing the bed in the corner of the room. “You want to see what us gay guys do with each other? Well, now’s your chance.” Nate moves to the chair, and I leaned over to Mark and started kissing him passionately. Mark and Trevor continued kissing, and Chris and Evan had plans of their own. They too started making out, Chris pulling down his shorts to reveal a bright neon blue jockstrap. Confused, conflicted thoughts swirled in Nate’s head. This was all so foreign to him, so far removed from his world. Still, he was intrigued at how different it was from what he expected. The four guys were like men, he thought, not like the feminine gay guys he saw on TV. And they seemed to really like each other, which is something he never really felt with any girl. Guys like sex, he thought, and well, why not just have it with another guy who likes it just as much as he did? It was all still very confusing, but he continued watching. Trevor and Mark were fully naked now, the former laying back against the headboard with Trevor sitting facing him. Meanwhile, Chris and Evan were in their underwear, Evan sporting a jockstrap connected to his leather harness. They were kissing and grabbing each other’s crotch and ass, pulling and snapping the strap’s of each other’s clothing playfully. Finally, Evan took a spot next to Mark and Chris adopted a similar position to copy the other couple. The two tops and bottoms turned to kiss their counterpart, sharing excitement at the thought of fucking - or being fucked - by his partner. Evan made the first move forward, pushing Chris down onto his back and pulling him closer, lifting his legs to rest on his meaty shoulders and positioning his cock on his partner’s ass. Mark, on the other hand, flipped Trevor over, onto his hands and knees, arching his back and presenting his ass in the air seductively. Nate couldn’t stop staring: Trevor had the biggest ass he had ever seen on a guy. He couldn’t help but feel insecure: all these guys had way better bodies than him: Evan was super muscular and beefy, Chris was lean but with clearly defined features, Mark was less muscular than Evan by a good margin, but had an enormous cock, and then there was Trevor with his massive bubble butt. He thought about what it would be like to have a body like them, and pulled off his shirt, revealing his chubby chest and belly. Nate slowly rubbed his crotch through his pants, continuing to watch. Chris passed around a bottle of lube and was rewarded with his partner’s cock slowly plunging into him. He moaned gratefully. “Fuck me, baby,” he shouted, and Evan obliged. Mark followed suit, first slapping Trevor’s ass, then spreading it and shoving his cock in. He pounded Trevor, like he had so many times before, but now felt different in an erotic way: he had an audience. He pumped his cock in and out of Trevor with extra power, showing his strength and virility not only to Chris and Evan, but to Nate, his partner’s weird curious friend. Every thrust communicated to Nate, “this is what a man does. He fucks and gets fucked.” Mark turned to Evan and gently gave him a fist bump as they both fucked with manly power and reckless abandon. Nate looked on in awe of how primal it all was, and how real it felt. When he had sex with women... it never full like watching this did. Finally, the two tops stopped. “I think he’s about ready,” started Mark, slowly pulling his cock out of his boyfriend’s ass. Evan did the same, then Chris sat up and joined them while Trevor maintained the same position. “You ready?” asked Mark, leaning to kiss his partner. “Yeah,” said Trevor. “Let’s do it.” The three guys shuffled around Trevor, Mark now in front of his face, with Evan taking Mark’s old spot and Chris laying down under him. Mark turned to Nate, who was sitting to the side, gently rubbing his bulge through his boxer briefs. “You ready to see your friend like you’ve never seen him before?” Nate timidly gave a nod. Trevor lowered down onto Chris now, rubbing his ass against Chris’s upright cock teasingly. Chris’s balls were big and meaty, full and ready to shoot a huge load. Trevor lowered himself onto Chris’s cock now, taking it easily. Chris smacked his ass as he worked into a rhythm, easily bouncing up and down riding his new friend. Trevor leaned forward, grabbing Chris’s lean shoulders and embracing him and starting to make out with him. Evan crept forward, now pressing the head of his own cock against Trevor’s bouncing bubble butt. Trevor slowed his riding, then stopped. “I’m ready,” he said. Evan gently spread Trevor’s cheeks and slowly pushed his own cock in, rubbing against his boyfriend Chris’s as he entered. Trevor nearly screamed, pushed to his absolute limit. Mark put his own cock closer to Trevor, offering it to him. Trevor started sucking it now, gagging on Mark’s thick meat to take his mind away from the initial pain of being DPed. Evan and Chris picked up the pace now, alternating thrusts with each other while Trevor deep throated Mark. He was overwhelmed with cock, but this was the plan, after all: getting Nate in here and testing the absolute limits of Trevor’s pheromone powers. Nate felt a little uncomfortable. Trevor was getting filled from all ends with so much manly power... could that really feel so good? “Does... does he like that?” Nate asked. Trevor was moaning heavily, muffled by the presence of Mark’s thick dick. He removed it to answer his friend with an enthusiastic “Fuck yeah!” while Chris and Evan continued their pounding. A few minutes later, Evan started to tremble. “It’s time,” he moaned, then started pounding even faster. The tightness of his cock in Trevor’s ass, the sounds of sex, the feel of his own cock rubbing against Chris’s inside Trevor... it all just culminated in so much pleasure. His cock pulsed and shuttered as he shot load after load of cum into Trevor. As he did, Trevor felt the warm seed filling his ass, and Chris did too. His boyfriend’s cum coated his own cock and he too orgasmed, emptying his massive load into Trevor. Chris’s load was much, much bigger than Evan’s. Shot after shot filled Trevor with cum, each one pushing further and further into him. Eventually, he finished, slowly pulling out. Inside Trevor, the two men’s cum began to dissolve and soak into his bloodstream, a flood of testosterone traveling through his system and beginning to activate his mutations. Mark, sufficiently edged from fucking Trevor earlier and seeing how horny he had become from the double penetration, unloaded as well. Trevor didn’t even release his mouth from Mark’s cock, directly sucking down all of his boyfriend’s hot jizz into him. The three tops collapsed back in exhaustion, eager to see the fruits of their labor; their eyes now rested on Nate, who squirmed in his chair. Trevor felt stuffed, full of cum and testosterone, now swirling through his body and rushing to new glands in his armpits, pecs, crotch, and ass. The glands soaked up the testosterone, which in a way, hydrated them from shriveled husks into plump nodes, factories of growth chemicals and hormones. They began pumping out a powerful scent, which filled the room, unbeknownst to the gay men but perfectly targeted to Nate. The straight roommate inhaled a scent he thought he had recognized from somewhere, as the growth chemical entered his own body. Last time, a small dose had gotten to his brain and modified his sexual desire center, causing him to crave more of the scent and its source; but now, with more than triple the amount of activating, testosterone laden cum, Trevor’s scent was exponentially more potent. The growth compound permeated Nate now, not just altering his brain but also his muscles, thickening them and tightening his body. His cock stiffened, feeling harder than it ever had been before, and his balls swelled up. His body absolutely craved more of that smell- it was perfectly sweaty, musky and sweet. More of the smell meant more muscularity, more body enhancements, and more power- Nate simply had to have it. He stood and leapt to the bed, right into Trevor’s embrace, and began making out with him as Trevor lifted his arms to spray even more pheromones into the air...
  5. Part Thirteen Mutation It had been about a month since I returned from my trip to Chicago and my experience with Eddie. After the events of that day, I spent a couple days in the city, visiting the health club and meeting some of the other guys and guests that visited. Sadly, I didn’t get to keep most of the changes to my body that happened to me in that time, but I did come away from it a little more muscular, hairy, with a slightly bigger and much bigger sex drive. I met lots of great guys who I fooled around with, mostly jerking off or exchanging blow jobs. Most exciting of all, I met a couple of guys named Chris and Evan, who were there for a little vacation. I didn’t get to spend much time with them, but I learned they were also students at my university! I was excited to get back to school, since after my trip, I had been living at home away from other people my age for a whole month. At the beginning of the semester, I vowed to get back and find that guy from the gym who recommended me the club in the first place. So finally, when move in happened, I couldn’t have been more enthusiastic about driving back to campus and setting up my room. I moved in a couple of days before my roommate, my friend from freshman year, Nate. Nate was a good friend, if not a little absent-minded. I thought about how much I should tell him about what happened to me this summer, but couldn’t really come up with a good answer. I knew he would be supportive; on the other hand, I didn’t want to make anything about our relationship weird. Anyway, it was a hot humid late-August day when Nate would finally be moving in. I asked if he needed help, to which he responded that he didn’t and that he and his brother could take care of it. With my obligation to help my friend now handled, I had the entire morning open. I didn’t want to get in Nate’s way while he moved his stuff into the dorm, so I decided to go to the gym. I hadn’t been for a long time, and definitely not since my changes... and well, who knows - maybe I could meet the mysterious stud from before and thank him in the way I now knew how. I pulled on a grey jockstrap and the rest of my gym clothes and made the short job to the campus gym. It was not very crowded, though not deserted; but it was hot as hell in the weight room. The overworked AC could barely keep up as I tested my new strength in the weight room. Working out was fun, for once! Sure, I wasn’t the strongest guy in the weight room, but at least I could lift without feeling like everyone was watching me, secretly commenting on how weak and pathetic I looked. I went around the room, doing a variety of lifts, finally stopping at the bench press. After a few test runs, I loaded up a total weight of 180 and got into position on the bench. Before I even moved the weight, a guy stepped into my field of view. Shit! There he was! And now, I was looking straight up at him. ”Hey there stud. Thought you could use a spotter.” ”Thanks,” I replied. He was standing behind the bench, his hands just below the bar ready to spot me. He was really close to the bench, his gym shorts almost touching the top of my head. I could easily smell his manly odor. Hoping to impress him, I benched a set as hard as I could. On the 10th rep, he gave me a little help as I racked the weight. “Damn, nice man! I think I’ve seen you here before... but you look different!” ”Yeah, I think you might know a thing or two about why,” I responded slyly. “Oh shit, that’s you... Name’s Mark.” He extended a hand. I took it with as firm a grip as I could muster and shook it. “I’m Trevor.” He looked even sexier than before. Muscles for days, stretching the limits of the tight undershirt he was wearing. Thick hair sprouted from his chest and armpits. His pecs and biceps bulged as he talked to me, his deep manly voice booming. Most of all... in his presence, it felt like there were invisible waves of some force, emanating from his body, each one hitting me and making me feel more and more horny. ”So, you all done with your workout?” he asked. ”I could be done,” I smirked. “What about you?” ”Got one more thing in mind. Kind of a... special workout. I could show you the ropes.” Mark winked and started to walk out of the weight room. I could have popped a boner right then and there, but somehow I held back, jogging out of the gym after him. I followed him into the locker room, where he went up to his locker and began turning the dials of a black MasterLock. “Hey man, play it cool,” he hissed under his breath at me. ”Oh, shit, right.” I pretended to go to another locker, though I had worn all my clothes here, so I had no stuff of my own to pretend to be rifling through. The locker room was empty, as it usually was on campus in the middle of the day in summer. Most guys simply preferred to change at home, if they could. “Wait here,” commanded Mark. I looked up from fake-tying my shoes and this time, I did feel my cock starting to get hard. Mark was completely naked, just as sexy as I imagined him. Fuck, I couldn’t wait for him to fuck me with that monster cock. He walked over to the shower area, and a few seconds later, stuck his head out and waved his arm for me to come on. I quickly ripped off my clothes and threw them in an empty locker and sped over to the showers. The shower area was full of stalls, each with a tall barrier between them and a curtain across the front. Only one shower was on, all the way in the back. I threw open the curtain and there he was: Mark, leaned up against the wall of the shower, steam circling his body, his huge 10” cock hard and presenting. Closing the curtain behind me, we started off, kissing passionately. It felt good to be in a man’s arms again. Mark was gentle but firm with his embraced. I felt his cock throb against my torso, as we made out. Soon, I started kissing his neck, slowly lowering to my knees as the warm water washed over me. I gave his pecs and nipples some care, taking each one into my mouth and sucking and nibbling, massaging and feeling the mass of the thick muscular pec around it. Eventually, I worked my way down to his cock, first licking the shaft and fondling his balls before putting the entire thing into my mouth. Damn, he was big- and getting bigger. As I sucked and gagged on his cock, I could feel it getting harder, thicker, and longer, pushing deeper into my throat and choking me with its masculine power. I wrapped my arms around Mark’s body and pulled him closer to me, forcing it even further into me. I felt like a true slut being used by his muscle master- and Mark’s deep moans of pleasure gave me more positive reinforcement as he started bucking his hips and fucking my face. After a few minutes I finally pulled back to take a break. His cock was throbbing now, fully erect at a whopping 11”. I stood up, turned around, and felt the weight of Mark’s massive meat against my ass, teasing me for entry. Then, I heard the most disapppinting sound possible. A large group of guys had just entered the locker room- finished with soccer practice, maybe? The voices were getting louder, sounding like they were all about to hit the showers. Mark whispered “meet me outside the building when you’re done” and bolted out of the stall before anyone could realize the two of them were in there. A few minutes later, after I could finally stay soft, I turned off the water and left - by that point most of the guys had entered their own stalls, but there were still a few hanging around. I got dressed and quickly darted out. Outside, Mark was standing under a tree waiting. “Wanna go back to my place? I live over in Eastman.” Eastman? No way, that was all the way across town. My dorm was right here, down the street. “Mine is closer,” I answered. But what about Nate? Checking my phone, I saw a couple texts from him. He was all finished setting up- that was at 12:20, about 5 minutes ago. Oh, he and his brother went out to lunch. That should buy them some time. Mark agreed. But not enough time, stupid! If only I had seen through my hormones back then- the things I wanted to do with Mark... we needed hours, not 45 minutes! We arrived in the dorm to find it looking as clean as it would all year. Nate has nicely moved in his futon to use as a couch, as well as a mini fridge and microwave. His desk was set up across from mine against the wall. The room itself was one large space, but separated into two sort of “rooms” by a physical wall that came about 85% of the way across. We decided before moving in to put our beds in the other dividing area, so that if someone needed to study or have friends over, he could do so without disturbing the other’s sleep. Plus, if anything “else” were to happen, there was always the futon. I led Mark over to the bed area and he pushed me onto my bed - nice, he guessed right. Yanking off all of our clothes, he pressed he forehead up against mine and said, “Looks like they made you into a fine gay stud at the health club.” ”Fuck yeah they did,” I grunted back, now straddling him as he laid down on the bed. I pressed my ass against his cock which was sticking straight up at full length. Fuck, that felt amazing. I reached over to my nightstand and grabbed a bottle of lube, and dropped it on the bed next to Mark. He reached down to lube up his cock while I gripped his shoulders, getting ready to be fucked by this manly stud. Then, I felt his cock between my cheeks and slowly pushing into me. It hurt at first, but the pain quickly became drowned in thoughts of erotic pleasure. My huge bubble butt slowly stretched to accommodate Mark’s awesome girth, and he slowly developed a rhythm, bucking his hips to push further into me. I bounced up and down on his cock, feeling every inch of it fucking me. The sounds of sex filled the room: the sound of my cock slapping down against Mark’s abdomen, his masculine grunts and my loud moans of pleasure, and the shitty dorm room bed creaking as Mark fucked me hard and fast. So naturally... neither of us heard when a key card engaged the dorm lock mechanism and someone began typing his security code into the door. ”Fuck, so tight,” remarked Mark, and without warning, I felt his cock throb. He stopped thrusting repeatedly, now placing all power in one single, final thrust, desperate to jam his pulsing cock as deep into me as he could, all while unleashing an enormous torrent of cum into me. Part of me felt a little disappointed I could feel, but not see, his huge load- how hot would it be to feel every blast hitting me in the face or chest? But that disappointment quickly subsided to the sheer pleasure of feeling manly seed inside me, his hot cum seemingly rushing through my body, empowering me in ways unseen. For a moment it felt like every part of my body had tensed up and thickened or grew in some way. Later, I learned the true biological significance of this moment- of a mutation that occurred in my body back at the Health Club that would change our lives forever, but for now it was just the final straw that put me over the edge. Without touching my own cock the entire time, the dam finally burst. I shot ropes of cum all over Mark, mostly onto his pecs, but a few reaching his face and open wanting mouth. I moaned as I came, resuming to bounce on his dick to extract every last bit of feeling I could get out of it. It was then that the door opened though, and Nate’s world changed, too. I’m not sure what I was expecting, when he walked in. Anger, maybe? Or fear? Or just shock? I didn’t know how to react, either. I had risen off of Mark, his cock softening and now out of my ass. I felt his big load in me, strangely internalized and consumed. I thought about saying something, but Nate made the first move. He took his shirt off, almost instantly, closed the door behind him, and had an absolutely ravenous look on his eye. And then he lunged forward, tackling me onto the bed, pushing me on top of Mark, and started to rip off his own pants. To he continued...
  6. Enhancements Part Eleven: Rebirth Eddie stood in the small antechamber to the exam room, unscrewing a plastic water bottle as he glanced at the dual monitors of the control computer. He gulped down a few sips of water. “Thanks, C,” he said to the tall black guy he had just shared Trevor with. “Maybe see you in the club tonight?” ”Goin’ out of town tonight to see my sister,” he answered. “Ok, maybe the staff retreat next week then. Later.” C nodded in the affirmative as he grabbed his clothes from a drawer embedded in the wall and left. Now to business. This was going great, thought Eddie. The control screen read “Final Stage: Second Puberty. Step 1: Selections.” There was a long form of options on the other monitor. Meanwhile, Trevor scrolled through a series of icons back on the iPad in the exam room. They had silhouettes of men on them, each with different body shapes. The icons represented the stereotypical gay archetypes, like bear, twink, and jock. The text on the screen read “choose for self”. Trevor tapped jock without much needed deliberation. There were more icons now, with new images. “Let’s see...” Trevor swiped through the different icons, surveying them and imagining what they meant. Baseball jock looked hot: there was a tall, lean guy with thick arms and nice pecs. He had was mostly shaven, save for a light spread of hair on his chest and under his arms. He wore a white jockstrap with a gray bike waistband and a cup. Next was swimmer jock, an even thinner guy, unsurprisingly completely smooth. This guy was wearing a tight green Speedo. Next came the wrestler jock, shorter than the other two, but considerably stockier, and hairier. He was wearing a silver singlet, which left a defined outlined bulge of a thick long cock. Second to last was the quartback, who looked like the baseball jock, but considerably beefier. He wore a jockstrap with a thicker waistband, a gray pouch and streaks of electric blue in the straps. The last icon was grayed out unselectable and had the words “ultra jock”, but Trevor only got an irritating error sound when he tapped it. ”In that case I’ve gotta go for the cliche quarterback I guess!” He tapped the icon enthusiastically. Back in the control room, Eddie was receiving a data on Trevor’s current physiology and needed stats. “Quarterback, eh?” He dragged up another window into the main screen and surveyed the report. “Muscle growth: 200% mass. 140 lbs => 210 lbs. Height increase: 5’10” => 6’3”.” Eddie clicked the “Advanced” button next to these stats. The options were all disabled with a large “even distribution” checkbox overriding further edits. Eddie unchecked the box and tweaked the numbers a little to give Trevor’s pecs, biceps, and glutes a little extra mass. He returned to the main window, leaving the body hair options to default: chest moderate, stomach moderate, back none, pubic light, armpit heavy, face none, arms and legs light. Next was genitals. Cock length was set to grow from 5” to 7”; why don’t we make that 10, thought Eddie. Next was girth, which Eddie was bad at estimating from numbers. He simply dragged the slider a little further to the right. He increased the testicles slider: Trevor currently had them at “normal”, which Eddie moved two notches up to rest at baseball. He left the cum production and musk settings alone, then made some edits in the behavior module. Eddie was prompted to enter a behavior scenario, and after some debate between “locker room rivals” and “coach’s best player”, he chose the latter. Playing a coach seemed hot, and he hadn’t done a sports scenario like this in a while, he thought. Next he needed to choose his own mods. Hmm, what kind of coach should he be? Maybe an older hairy guy... nah. Maybe a young guy, nearer to Trevor’s age. Maybe Coach got injured in his prime and had to give up playing and start coaching. Yeah... Eddie entered in his growth options, popping a modest boner in the process. He had filled in the blanks that Trevor unknowingly provided him- scenario one down. A few minutes later, Eddie wrapped up his work and confirmed. A new alert box appeared, with two columns, one for Trevor and one for Eddie. Under his own name, Eddie read: Delivery Methods: Clothing (Jock) Hormones (500mL, Oral) Pheromones (Subject A) Transition stage: wear off (2 hours) And for Trevor, it read: Clothing (Jock) Hormones (3 L, oral) Subject B ejaculate This was the recipe for the two men’s enhancements. This was the final stage of the conversion program: a transformation and role play; and these were the ingredients to do it. “Damn, 5 liters of Hormones?!” thought Eddie. He knew that might be a pain. That was a lot of liquid, and the stuff didn’t start to taste good until you’d already had some of it in your system. Still, he had never tried the clothing delivery method yet, and he had an idea for how to work all of this in to the scenarios he crafted for Trevor. Eddie went over to the side of the room and pressed a few buttons. After some clicking and whirring sounds, a panel in the wall opened and a black and white Pump jockstrap dropped down from a hidden recess. Next to it were two bottles, one about the size of a bottle of soda and the other slightly bigger than a milk jug. A fountain machine like nozzle dispensed a thick white liquid into each. Back in the exam room, a similar panel in the wall opened up to reveal a jock for Trevor to put on. It was the same one the guy in the quarterback photo was wearing. Trevor kicked off his gold jock and pulled this one up to his waist, struggling to stifle his erection to to fit into it properly. It felt nice, he thought. Snug, not too tight, and a nice soft material. He went back to the iPad to see if there was anything new to do while waiting for Eddie to return. The jock kind of itched a little. Trevor rubbed his package, thinking about the quarterback from the photo. “Damn,” he thought. “If only I could be as studly of a quarterback as him.” Wait- that wasn’t right. He had never played football before- yes, yes he had and still does! I’m the third-string quarterback for the Arbor University Wolves! I’ve even got the uniform, he thought, pulling the jock waistband away from his body, allowing it to snap back proudly. The door in the back opened. Eddie was coming back- no, he wasn’t supposed to call Coach by his first name. He was just Coach to Trevor. Coach was carrying a big jug of what looked like milk. He was hairless now, save for big tufts of black fur under his armpits. His biceps and shoulders were thick and built, and his pecs were plump globes of muscle. He was naked, save for a pair of short red gym shorts which ended above his middle thigh. A white waistband poked out from above the shorts, revealing a thin strip of Coach’s ass between it and the top of the shorts. “Well, if it isn’t Trevor the Third... whatcha doing, dreaming of what’ll be like to be the real quarterback someday?” ”No...” Trevor was ashamed. He was scrawny compared to the rest of the team, compared to Coach. He couldn’t remember why he even joined in the first place. Coach answered that right away. “Why’d you even join this team anyway? Was it just because you’re a horny gay boy looking to see what a true man is like? Huh? We couldn’t deny you a spot on the roster... what with fair participation rules and all that. But you know, we do get a guy like you joining the team every now and then, and we’ve got ways of dealing with it.” Eddie smirked. This was one of the hottest scenes he’d ever acted out for someone’s final transformarion. And with Trevor having such a drastic change from a 1 to a 6... Well, no wonder he needed to bring in so much stuff. “You know, I’ve got this special protein shake right here for you, Trevor. I can sympathize with you a little... wishing to be manly and powerful. All you gotta do is drink this and you’ll be well on your way.” Trevor rubbed his hand over his package again. This jock was starting to feel tighter, and he felt himself beginning to sweat. That jug was huge...how could he finish it all? He twisted off the plastic cap and took a whiff- it smelled ok; a faint milky odor. He picked up the jug, supporting its weight with his other hand, and raised it to his lips, taking a tiny sip. It was gross. First, it had a thick consistency, like a smoothie that someone hadn’t added enough liquid to. Second, the taste was somewhat medicinal, and made worse by the addition of some kind of artificial vanilla flavor which only drew more attention to its awfulness. Finally though, was the feeling Trevor felt after he swallowed. Even the small sip felt heavy in his stomach, like he ate something very substantial and filling. He estimated he could drink maybe 5 or 6 more before being full, let along drinking the whole jug. As he lowered the jug down to work up the courage to drink more, Eddie became irate. “You don’t got all day little man! Drink it!” Trevor pushed the jug up to his mouth again, this time taking a bigger sip at first and then leaving it there to chug it as slowly as he could. He felt uncomfortable and humiliated- maybe this was some kind of prank Coach was pulling on him? Any second now, could every teammate come out of hiding to laugh at him? Still, he had to keep going. If it really worked... his life would be changed forever. Eddie sensed he needed to give Trevor some encouragement, so he knelt down and whispered in his ear: “if you finish all that, little stud in training, I’ll let you have all of this.” He stood up, stepped in frame of Trevor’s view as he continued to drink, and lowered his shorts to reveal the front of his jock. His dick was rock hard, pointed up and to the left, straining the fabric and leaving a massive outline through the thin white stitching. His balls sagged outside the pouch, too massive to sit within, and the tip of his cock peeked out from the top, only kept in by the tightness of the jock pulled over his entire manhood. “Fuck,” Trevor thought, and continued drinking. He was starting to feel full, but he tried to banish that thought from his mind. How much was left in the jug? It didn’t matter, his conscious argued back, all that mattered was that he finish it. He felt stronger now, not just of willpower but of physicality. Inside his body, the growth compound started to be absorbed by his digestive system, its speed of processing greatly exceeding that of standard food. The compound entered his blood stream and was carried around to every tissue in his body, delivering to each cell a singular message: grow. Along with the growth compound came flood of nutrients, the main reason behind the thick viscosity of the stuff, which supplied Trevor’s body with all it needed to expand. Every aspect of his body would be enhanced- and first, of course, there were the muscles, thick fibers of protein multiplying and thickening into powerful slabs. Trevor felt his whole body tighten as if his muscles were flexing without any physical movement. First, he felt it in his biceps, which swelled up. He noticed the weight of the jug less and less, lowering it from his mouth to assess the cause of this sensation. His jaw dropped as he saw his arms in the mirror, now nearly twice as thick in diameter. Next came his chest, the growth of his pecs, lats, and delts manifesting as enormous tightness. He looked at his chest in the mirror, grasping his pecs with his palms in disbelief. Gone were the days of flat chested, skinny boy Trevor; now it was tike for stud Trevor, and stud Trevor has big, meaty pecs. The rest of his body multiplied in a similar way, including his ass, which swelled up into a perfect bubble butt, still somehow framed by two straps of electric blue elastic. Though his body had grown significantly, his jockstrap was still holding strong. The elastic of the waistband and straps was pushed to its limit, and Trevor’s arousal at his new body started to stretch the fabric of the pouch. But he was still just under half done with the growth juice. “Keep going,” commanded Coach. Trevor was eager to comply, now not even caring about the rank taste of the compound. He raised it to his lips once more, this time turning the bottle fully upside down and chugging as fast as he could. It felt different, now. He became accustomed to the taste and thickness of it, and now even welcomed the previously uncomfortable feeling of fullness. In Trevor’s body, new changes started to manifest. The growth compound was composed of a mixture of different molecules: of course, the standard muscle enhancing variety was the most abundant, but now that Trevor had ingested more volume, some of the other molecules were now present in high enough concentrations to become active. Simplest of all dealt with hair growth. Thousands of growth molecules swarmed the existing hair follicles in Trevor’s torso and armpits and caused the hair there to thicken and grow longer. New follicles were formed too, causing even more body hair to sprout from Trevor’s body. He felt a small prickling sensation as his previously bare chest erupted into a thicket of sweaty black hairs. A dark trail grew down the center of his abdomen to his pubes, and his armpits exploded with what was now truly a jungle of hair. Still more molecules were at work. Other compounds migrated to various areas of Trevor’s body, including his pits and crotch. There, they grew into new glands, some to produce sweat, but others to produce powerful pheromones. As Trevor’s new testosterone-producing glands embedded themselves beneath his skin, an overwhelming musk filled the air of the room. Eddie, who was become increasingly turned on by watching Trevor’s transformation, took a deep breath, inhaling loads of testosterone laced pheromones that the newcomer was pumping out. He pulled off his jockstrap, allowing his 8” cock to spring to freedom. Precum dribbled from its tip as Eddie pumped his shaft with his left hand and reached for lube with his right. ”Keep drinking, man,” Eddie commanded, as he stroked his cock to cover it with copious amounts of lube. He walked around to Trevor’s backside and slapped his cock against the stud’s muscle ass. Trevor was hunched over now, having emptied the jug, presenting his ass to Coach. His gut felt heavy and full, his body unable to keep up with the voracity with which he chugged the protein. Slowly but surely, his stomach digested the thick slurry and the growth compounds migrated to the one part of Trevor’s body yet unenhanced: his cock and balls. Meanwhile, Eddie was rubbing the head of his dick against Trevor’s hole. “Well now you look like a real man, time to treat you like one!” he grunted, thrusting his cock into Trevor’s ass. The feeling was immediate, and indescribable. Trevor felt the warmth and power of Coach’s cock plunging into his wanting ass, the sounds of grunting and sex only enhancing the eroticism. Eddie’s cock pulsed and throbbed with some new growth of its own as Trevor’s pheromones took effect. This growth pushed into Trevor, who was roaring in pleasure commanding Coach to duck him harder. Finally, all the remaining compounds in Trevor’s cock and balls reached a critical mass, causing an explosion of growth and sex. It hurt for only a moment as the pouch of Trevor’s poor jock ripped and gave way to his enormous and thick 10” cock. His big swinging balls pulsed as rope after rope of hot cum erupted from his huge meat, spraying an endless stream of seed across the room. Eddie kept fucking, meanwhile, until finally coming himself, delivering another surge of growth juice directly into Trevor’s ass. In his brain, synapses formed and memories were imprinted as testosterone took over. Gone we’re the days of ever being attracted to women, replaced by thoughts of muscle studs and hard cocks. Eddie pounded Trevor every way imaginable, after that: cowboy, missionary, jackhammer, you name it, and Eddie delivered another load deep into Trevor. Trevor was in bliss, full of cum like any new gay stud should be, he thought. But unbeknownst to anyone were the permanent changes Eddie brought to Trevor’s body....
  7. Enhancements: Part Ten Conversion Eddie went over to the computer, where he grabbed an iPad from the drawer below and used it to the dim the room lights. The TV across from me began displaying still images of men from gay porn, all kinds of body types and ethnicities, posing to the camera. Most were naked; a few were wearing fetish gear like the harness Eddie had on, or a jockstrap. Some looked seductive and playful, others aggressive and dominating. I was pretty enraptured with them, even though none of them were actually engaging in sex. Is this what I was going to become? My cock continued to twitch, but I could tell it was still from the hormones and not because of what I was seeing. Eddie came over and lifted my shirt off my body, undoing the arm shackles briefly to do so. “Afraid I’ll run off?” I asked. “Not just yet,” Eddie explained. “But it’s important we see this through to the end, and some patients have been known to be difficult.” He next removed my jeans, leaving me in just my gray boxer briefs, my cock now forming a bit of a tent. “Oh Trevor, those won’t do,” Eddie chided me. He scurried around the room, attached a couple of wires and sticky pads to my pecs, temples, and thighs, and then opened a cabinet and pulled out a fistful of cloth. ”Look, if you want to wear those to work everyday, that’s one thing. But today, for your new life as a gay man, you need to look and feel sexy, and the first way we’re going to do that, is with these!” He held out four pairs of underwear, each one more colorful and skimpy looking than the last. “Well, cmon future stud, pick one out!” I glanced at my options: first, a simple jock with a white pouch and gray waistband. Too boring, even for me. Next, a pair of purple briefs, which I could tell had a super thin cut that I would barely fit into. Third was a weird looking thong, which seemed like it would be too uncomfortable... which left me with, great, another jockstrap, this time with a glittery gold pouch and thin-as-fuck straps. “I’ll take that one, I guess,” I said, motioning to my new glitzy prison. ”Ooh, perfect,” said Eddie, who I craned my neck to see quickly popping a pill in the background. “Ok big Trev, we’ll get you into that new sexy jock in a second, but first I think we’ve got a big problem that needs to be answered.” He motioned to my poor strained boxer briefs, my cock struggling for freedom. Eddie pulled them off and squirted some lube in his palm. My 5” cock was free now, rock hard and throbbing with pleasure. I was so horny, I thought, but I wasn’t sure why. Sure, I was excited about all the kinky shit I was going to get up to, but when I thought about it, I couldn’t even name one gay thing I actually wanted to do. Eddie took his lubed palm to my cock, and I wanted to ask if I could just do it myself, but I left it alone and let him stroke a little. He lubed up my cock with his warm hand. “Oh yeah, you’ve got a big piece here Trevor,” he intoned. He loosened my wrist straps and me start jerking myself, then handed me the iPad. “Why don’t you pick what you wanna watch,” he said, “and maybe I should join you?” He pulled a chair over to the side of the TV and sat down just in my line of sight but without blocking the TV, and pulled down his jean shorts, revealing his full black and blue CellBlock 13 jockstrap held up by a matching harness. He stroke his package a little then pulled his cock out to the side and started stroking it, facing me and giving me a seductive glare. His cock was bigger than mine: maybe 7” long, and thick. It looked good, I thought, then remembered I was supposed to choose a porno. Down at the iPad there was a selection of about 9 movies to choose from and the large header “Stage 1”. Most of them featured women pretty predominantly but still had a guy taking up nearly half the thumbnail. I selected the movie and went to town. I split my attention between Eddie and the movie, but I found myself more and more curious to see how he jerked off. The thought of seeing how another guy does this was super hot, I thought. Eddie stoked slowly and methodically, rubbing his chest with his left hand and occasionally letting out a deep moan of pleasure. His whole body undulated with pleasure, compared to my frantic jerking off. Eventually, my eyes met his and stayed there. ”You never jerked off with another guy before, eh Trevor?” Before I could answer, he continued. “But still, I don’t think I could really consider this jerking off... together.” Eddie stood up, still stroking slowly, and came towards me. I ignored whatever the fuck was going on with the TV; I wanted to know what Eddie would do next. He slinked over to me, eventually reaching my side, and started giving me a kind of lap dance while I stoked. His body was really hot, I thought, and when he turned and let his strapped ass graze my shaft, I felt myself slip into a new level of horniness I thought was impossible. I stoked harder and harder, and eventually Eddie turned around and pressed his cock up against mine, the two shafts joined together with an impressive heat. He stoked them both for a little while, then stepped back. “Time for me to cum,” he said, breathing heavier. He turned away to face away from me, and I wanted to tell him to turn back, that I didn’t care if it got on me - that maybe I even wanted to get it on me - but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Eddie roared and let out a jet of cum - which I couldn’t really see - and in the glow of Eddie’s ass I felt myself ready to explode. I let out a jet of cum all over my chest, moaning hard in the process. After a few moments of quiet, Eddie readjusted his now soft cock back into its pouch, turned off the now annoying porn movie, wiped the cum off my chest, and helped me pull the gold jockstrap up to my waist. ”Now that was quite the start,” I breathed. ”You’ve got a long way to go, stud. How’d you feel in that jock?” Truthfully, I felt a little adventurous now. What had been trepidation about having to wear this skimpy underwear turned into genuine excitement. “I feel hot,” I said. I don’t know if I had ever “felt hot” before, but I did now. ”Good boy,” Eddie answered, now glancing at an iPad with my vitals. The slideshow of men had resumed, but now there were more images of multiple men together, occasionally embracing or kissing or about to give a blow job. ”So, according to your questionnaire, you’ve never given or gotten a guy head before. You ever gotten head from a girl? Did you like it?” I had, and I did. It was after my senior prom, I think. Eddie moved around the room as I heard a door in the back open and close. “The thing is, girls don’t love to suck cock like gay guys do.” I heard two pairs of footsteps behind me now, as Eddie and someone else moved to the front of the room. I felt my cock hardening in my gold jock. ”They just don’t crave it, like I do.” The new guy came into view: he was tall, dark skinned, and fully naked, with a huge 8.5” cock. Eddie motioned for me to get up, as the new guy took my place in the chair. Eddie knelt down and started servicing the guy, licking the length of his huge shaft. He paused and turned to me, “they don’t crave it like you do.” Eddie continued his blow job, licking the guy’s balls and playing with his enormous cock with ease. It just looked... fun. Something about that dick... I wanted it. I knelt down next to Eddie and thrust my face into the tall guy’s crotch, joining Eddie in his fun. We took turns sucking and slurping on the huge hunk of man meat, stopping here and there to share a wet kiss. Eventually, Eddie took the huge cock into his mouth proper, sucking and gagging himself on the length. A few minutes later, he stopped, and passed it over to me. I thrust the big dick into my mouth and started sucking. With each minute, I felt my throat expand to accept more and more of it into my mouth. My own cock hardened and formed a tent in my gold jock as I moved my mouth further and further down the length of the cock with each pulse. Eddie started stroking himself as he watched me give my first blowjob. I wondered if he wanted a turn again, but I didn’t really care. I wanted it now, and I didn’t want to give it up. Eventually, the tall guy stood up and moved to the right of the chair. I sat in the chair in his place and turned over to continue sucking him, as he now put his hand on the back of my hand to get forceful with me. Meanwhile, Eddie pulled my jock off and took my own cock into his mouth. I had gotten head from a girl before, but this was on a completely new level. Eddie went to town on my cock: sucking and gagging himself with it like it was the air he needed to breathe. I felt the swirling warmth of his tongue on every surface of my dick; it was true, he really did crave it. Turning back to the tall guy, I redoubled my own servicing, taking his shaft even further than before. I closed my eyes and focused on the sensations of having Eddie suck me off while I had this guy’s huge tool in my throat, gagging me. I truly couldn’t get enough, almost mad that I wasn’t able to suck him for longer without taking a breather. Soon, Eddie stopped and stood up as the tall guy scooted over in the chair for him to join. Eddie sat down next to him as I stopped sucking to watch. He put an arm around the new guy, and another guy on his chest as the two started to passionately make out. This was fucking incredible, seeing two studly men kissing each other passionately, their cocks throbbing, struggling to push the limits of their size and hardness. Their bodies, each covered with a healthy serving of black hair at the chest, abdomen, and armpits, slick with sweat and lightly smelling of an usual musky odor. To say I was in awe was an understatement: I was almost in a trance at the beauty and power of these two men. Was the “process” done? Was I fully converted now? Lightly tugging on my cock, Eddie pulled away from his kiss to command me. “I know you like this, boy, but you’ve got a job to do. And a reward to get.” He reached out to pull me back into his crotch, then slapped his dick against my face aggressively, forcing it near my mouth. The sheer weight of his meat felt extremely erotic, and I returned to sucking, now alternating cocks and attempting to do anything I could to rub them both in my face. It didn’t take long for the two guys to reach climax. I had my mouth firmly around the tall guy’s enormous cock when I started to feel him pulse and stretch my mouth even further. He moaned, loudly, as I felt a surge of hot cum fill my mouth and throat. I could barely process the taste before I became overwhelmed by the sheer volume of cum that this man was pumping into me, eventually needing to let go and feel the rest of his load splatter off my cheek and down to my chest. I started stroking myself furiously, and Eddie also began to climax. “Fuck yeah, take it,” he roared. “I love when a new gay boy gets his first load!” I sort of expected Eddie’s cumshot to be a little tamer, given that he jerked off with me before, but I was very wrong. Spurt after spurt of magnificent jizz landed on my face and chest, coating me with Eddie’s seed. Each new blast felt like a badge of merit for me, the newly minted gay boy. Not long after, I let out my own load, spraying cum on myself and the floor. Eddie helped me up and gave me a little kiss, licking some of the cum off my face in the process. He and the other guy walked to the back of the room to leave as I followed them out. “Fuck, or feels good to be converted,” I said, wondering who I could find next to have fun with. ”Not so fast,” Eddie cautioned. “You’ve still got a little bit left,” he said. “Wait here for a bit, then the real fun can begin.” The door shut behind them on their way out, leaving me basking in my new found sexuality, wondering what might come next.
  8. Enhancements: Part Nine Diagnosis Several months later, I arrived at the health club that the guy from the gym sent me to. Honestly, I was nervous. I mean, what did I even expect from this place? I just wanted to get some answers about my sexuality; I didn’t need to come all the way out to the city for that. This was probably going to be some crazy sex dungeon, and I just don’t know if I’m ready for that. Still though, that guy had some kind of effect on me. He seemed to know exactly what I was going through - could he have been sent here by someone else before? Maybe this place was going to answer all of my questions. I continued to talk myself in and out of going through with this trip all throughout the bus ride into the city, cab ride across town, and walk down the street to find the damn place. Still, I had come this far... what’s the worst that could happen? I arrived at the club on a sunny June afternoon, where a couple of shirtless guys were talking just outside. “Whatcha here for?” one of them asked as I walked around them to go up the stairs to the sliding glass door. ”Uh... well, I’m not really sure, I guess...” I stammered. Shit, I was not prepared to talk to a stranger about this. A couple of the guys laughed, but the guy who had first spoken frowned at them. “Oh stop, he’s nervous.” He came up to me on the steps and extended his hand for a handshake. “I’m Eddie,” he greeted me. Eddie was short, only about 5’8”, and had short black hair. He was wearing big mirrored sunglasses and short jean shorts that ended a few inches above his knees. He was fairly muscular, but not super ripped, and his tanned skin sort of glistened with sweat in the summer city heat. He also wore a kind of harness or suspenders which crossed over his chest and down to his shorts, where it looked like they were holding up his underwear. ”Trevor,” I half whispered, shaking his hand. “Trevor, nice to meet ya! Listen, if you’re new or not from around here, I could show you around a little. It’s sort of rare we get people coming here without a partner or group of friends. Most visitors to the club usually know exactly what they want, y’know? I work here, part time: this place is just the best.” “Yeah, sure,” I replied, grateful that Eddie could help me out. “Well truthfully, I don’t really know what this place is. A guy sent me here...” I explained, sort of whispering the story of my encounter with the guy in the gym to Eddie. ”Oh man, wasn’t he mean for being cryptic with you. I’m guessing he thought if you were curious here, you could get an assessment inside. This place is kind of a super special men’s health and sexuality club for gay men. But we do offer a service just for ‘curious guys’ like yourself,” Eddie replied. He motioned me inside, where it looked a little like a doctor’s office. Eddie waved to the front desk as we walked up. “This here’s Trevor, he wants an assessment. I’m free, I can take care of it.” Eddie leaned his muscular torso over the front desk and grabbed for a clipboard, and for a second the waistband of his underwear was visible; the straps of his blue fabric harness connected to a wide black and blue 2”waistband. Below the waistband I could see the bare skin of the top of his ass: yet another jockstrap. My stomach churned a little, as I became more nervous with confronting my urges. Eddie cocked his head to the right, beckoning me through the door to my right. I followed him. This place really was like a nicer doctor’s office, I thought. Boring tile floors, pale pink walls, and dozens of doors scattered around these halls with signs I could read like “Group Room 2”, “Private Room 4”, and so on. We stopped at a room labeled “Evaluation Room”, and Eddie held the door for me to go inside. ”OK, Trevor, now that we’re in private, I’ll give you the little spiel for what we’re gonna do for you today. It’s pretty common knowledge that people develop a sexual attraction to men, women, or sometimes both, but what most people don’t know is that everyone also has a genetically destined orientation as well.” The room wasn’t unlike a normal doctor’s room; but instead of a weird vinyl tables covered in shitty paper, there was a large comfy recliner. I took a seat as Eddie continued. ”For most people, those two line up pretty well. We call these numbers the Kinsey Actual and Kinsey Genetic values: you might have heard of the Kinsey scale before?” He pointed to a large chart on the wall, which had a big vertical arrow and several images of cartoon men to the right. At the bottom was the text “0: Exclusively Heterosexual” next to a drawing of a man with his arms folded wearing a full tracksuit. As you went up the scale, the text described being less and less straight, each value accompanied by a man with fewer clothes on, all the way to the top “6: Exclusively Homosexual”, the cartoon man fully naked with two thumbs up and a boner. ”For most people, the Kinsey Actual and Kinsey Genetic values line up; for instance, I’m a Kinsey 6 in both categories. But rarely, your actual value can be lower than your genetic. Because of sociological or psychological reasons, you could be here (he pointed to the shirtless guy wearing boxer shorts next to “1: Predominantly Heterosexual”) when your genes want you here (he pointed to a guy wearing a jockstrap next to “5: Predominantly Homosexual”). “So is that why I’m curious?” I asked. ”It could be. It could also be that you’re right here (now pointing to a guy in briefs at 3: Bisexual) but you just need to start acting on it. Often, guys who are feeling super conflicted about being ‘curious’ are a 1 when they should be a 3, or a 4. If you were really just curious without any discrepancy, I don’t think you’d be feeling so unsure of yourself.” ”So what do I do about it?” ”Well, first we can try to figure out what your Kinsey numbers are.” He handed me the clipboard and a pen. “This survey is going to be about your sexual history and desires: try to answer honestly. Remember, the questions are about what you HAVE done, not about your desires or wishes.” He walked to the corner of the room to a computer and started to log in and click through some menus while I began the questionnaire. There were lots of questions, but they were mostly things like “Have you ever had sex with a man, have you ever watched gay pornography, have you ever used sex toys for anal stimulation, etc.” The answers to all these things were basically ‘no, but I want to!’, which wasn’t an option, so I found myself constantly circling no. Eddie had used the computer to print out a label with several barcodes, which he attached to a small test tube. “Spit in this,” he requested, holding the tube under my chin. I complied, and he took the tube over to a small whirring machine next to the computer. “This is a micro gene sequencer,” he explained as I continued the survey, finally getting to check yes for “have you ever stared at naked men in a gym locker room or sauna”. “It will calculate your Kinsey Genetic value by sequencing a small part of your DNA on the Y chromosome.” He stuck the tube into the machine, which started lighting up and clicking with activity. Around 5 minutes later, I finished the survey, flipping back to review that I had only said yes to the locker room question and “have you ever walked in on or witnessed a man masturbating”, remembering a time where I purposely barged in on my college roommate to get a look at his dick. Eddie fed the papers through a scanner, the told me to sit tight and left the room. I sat back in the recliner, sort of excited to find out just what degree of Kinsey I was supposed to be. Maybe a 3? It would be hot to be completely bisexual, I thought. I stared at the TV screen on the wall directly opposite me, which was just playing screensavers of landscapes on a loop. Around 20 minutes later, Eddie returned with a blonde woman in her thirties wearing a white coat. “This is Dr. Bella, she’ll be going over your results. They’re pretty out of the ordinary...” he said, as he walked over to the chair by the computer and sat down. The doctor sat down on a wheeled stool and cane over next to me in the recliner. She opened a manilla folder full of papers and complicated looking charts. “As we can see here, based on your survey results we rated you as a Kinsey 1, with a confidence of 99%. Basically this means that in your actions in life, you’ve been completely straight, but maybe here or there you did a few gay things.” She flipped several more pages to another sheet with complicated looking charts and a long series of A’s, G’s, T’s and C’s. “This here are your genetic results, where we rated you a Kinsey 5.5 with a confidence of 95%. Basically this means that according to your genes, we would have thought you’d be nearly completely attracted to men with only an incidental attraction to women.” Wow, I thought. I’m supppsed to be completely gay? I mean, Eddie made it sound like I might be a little bisexual, but completely gay? I thought I liked being with the few women I had fooled around with, but come to think of it, maybe I hadn’t? The doctor continued. “Now a discprepancy of this magnitude is fairly rare: maybe a 1 in 1,000 occurrence; but because of the confidence levels in each of your results, we can be sure that you’ve got a good deal of dissonance. I’m going to recommend a heavy conversion treatment, if you’re interested.” ”The conversion will be permanent and will bring your values in line with each other; but for a difference of this amount, it will be a pretty intense process. It involves a good amount of behavior and hormonal treatments. There aren’t any side effects to speak of, but you may experience a good deal of discomfort during the process. Still, it’s a great way to get rid of these conflicted feelings you may be happening.” Shit, I thought. This is probably a no-brainer, though. “How do I start?” ”We can start right now,” she said motioning to Eddie, who had a small tray with a couple of syringes. “First sign this form of consent,” she declared, handing me another clipboard and form. “You’ll be in our care for the process, which should take around 3-4 hours. The cost for the procedure is $300 dollars, which we will bill to you. After the procedure, we will evaluate you and perform readjustments if necessary. We will also give you free admission to the club upstairs and a free ticket for a group session in the health club. Do you have any questions?” ”What exactly is the process though?” I asked while scrawling my name just the same. “I mean, what do I have to do?” Eddie answered this time, as Bella left the room. “We’ll be starting now. I’m going to give you a couple of medications, then we’ll move to the behavioral portion of the process. We’ll be exposing you to your new sexuality, letting you explore a little, test out your curiosities, you know, all that good stuff.” He reached for the first syringe as he rolled up my sleeve and began to inject it into my arm. This is a very mild sedative, designed to open up your mind and destress you. We want your mind to be open. i immediately felt my senses blur a little, the tension and anxiety leaving my body. This was right, this was my way forward. I’m so excited, I thought. I can’t believe I was unsure about this. ”And this,” he injected another syringe slowly, “is a weak hormonal cocktail. It will stimulate your libido a little. You’ll start to get an erection and feel horny.” I felt my cock twitch a little in my genes as Eddie crept around the chair to my other side and whispered in my ear “and what a big, big erection I’m sure it will be.” He slowly reached down and placed straps around my wrists, restraining me to the recliner as the television across from me blinked to a black screen and then a message that said “Welcome: initiating session...” It was time. My conversion had begun.
  9. Hi again, I did get chapter 7-8 but how to you print 5-6?

    Part one only lets you print 1-4 and Part 2  only 7-8

    I love this story a whole lot

    Thanks again for writing it

    1. tjsunk


      Hi  again. I did get all the chapters. Now it is hard to wait for chapter 9.  I will be great to read about Trevor getting bigger. One thing Can you add it in Part 3 so it will be easier print. Thant way I can lay in bed and read and DREAM. Thanks for the story is super HOT


  10. How can I print part 5-6 of Enhancements part  5-6-7?

    The title says Enhancements ( pt-1-4) and it will not let you print the other parts. It is such a Hot story. That way I can read it in bed at night.  Hope you can fix it for me

    Thanks a lot


  11. Enhancements: Part Eight Spying I'm sure you're all wondering what Chris and Evan got up to now that they had fulfilled their promise to Dr. Cross and earned their reward of extended time with their enhanced bodies in the bathhouse upstairs, but first I have to tell you how I come into the story. My name is Trevor, and now that I've told you about those other three become studs, it's time to explain how the three of them changed my life. See, I was a freshman at the same college as Evan, Chris, and Mark, and although I didn't know them then, that would change quickly, in a big way. It was August, summer after my first year in college, and sixth months after Evan and Chris had transformed Mark. I had done fairly well for myself; a small friend group of guys from my dorm hall, managed to go on a few dates with some girls here and there, and even better, my grades and my physique had never been better. By no means was I even close to the jockish build I had always wanted, but I was starting to put on a little weight from my scrawny high school days. My pecs were there, damnit, and I just needed to keep working out to keep up my good progress. I was back on campus in early August, a few weeks before the fall semester began, to get a headstart with my new job at the campus library. I needed to go in for training every morning, but it was the perfect opportunity to get back in to working out after a summer off. After all, who could pass up taking advantage of the free student membership at the campus gym?! So, I started going to the gym every morning just after it opened but with ample time for me to workout before my new job. One morning, on the 2nd or 3rd day of this new routine, one of the other guys working out caught my eye. The gym was almost entirely dead this morning, usually me or maybe me and one other guy only. Today, though, I couldn't stop looking at this dude working out with the dumbbells. First off, he was huge. He wore a tiny tanktop, which barely covered up any of his huge frame. His massive pecs were basically uncovered due to the deep v-neck cut of the tank and massive armholes. His arms were massive trunks of muscle, with tufts of ginger red hair sticking out from below. I was always into women, but for some reason I just couldn't stop staring, especially when he lifted the weights above his head and showed off his deep pits. God, he's so manly, I thought. And then- What am I doing??! I returned to my own workout, but still checked in on this other guy between sets. Now he had moved on to the bench press and had enlisted the help of a third guy as a spotter. The third guy was much skinnier; still a bit stronger than me, but nothing compared to this hulk of a man he was spotting for. The two went about their business - I couldn't really hear them too well, but it sounded like the big dude had started giving the smaller guy some pointers. Huh, I thought. Maybe he can help me out one morning. As they finished their workout, the two guys left the weight room and dipped into the locker room together. My curiosity got the better of me, so I waited about 2 minutes and then ducked into the locker room after them. The locker room was a pretty big room with several rows of tall tan lockers, but of course in the early morning hours, it was nearly empty. I crept around sneakily, sticking my head around the corner of each row before proceeding. I reached the 2nd to last row when I heard two voices. "Fuck yeah", came a deep yet clear voice. I figured that was the jacked ginger. The other voice was softer, but I could still hear it. "This is so hot," the smaller voice squeaked. I peeked around the corner, pretending to be picking something up in case they were looking my way. Luckily, they were none the wiser, but as I looked up from the floor, I saw something that almost made me scream with surprise. The huge jacked guy was nearly naked, wearing nothing but a jockstrap. The jock was black, with a medium width waistband and thin black straps that went around his beautifully round ass cheeks. The contrast of his pale white skin and black underwear was extremely erotic, I thought. But why?! I had always been straight my whole life... what was going on with this guy? His jock was holding back a huge bulge, too. Fuck, there had to be a huge cock under there, wrapped up tight in the taut fabric, just waiting to be released. I need to see this, I thought. The jockstrap waistband read in white letters "PUMP!". The smaller guy had a jock on too, a white bike jockstrap with a thicker gray waistband. I managed to see inside the open locker, which belonged to the big guy, where nearly a dozen more jocks seemed to be hung up. This was such a strange feeling, but I felt very warm all of a sudden, and then sweaty. I watched the two guys as they began touching each other, mostly the little guy rubbing the big man's muscles up and down his body. He pressed his package against the big stud's moaning the more and more he got to touch him. Eventually he knelt down and took the big stud's huge cock out of its wrapping. I was right about it's size- that thing had to be nearly a foot long, and thick as fuck, too! He had huge meaty balls that hung down beneath his massive shaft, covered with a thin layer of red-orange pubes. The smaller guy took this dude's cock into his mouth-well, whatever he could fit, and the bigger guy started moaning. I watched for a while, fondling my own shifting erection but being careful not to make enough noise to be noticed. After sucking for a while, the little guy stood up and turned around, leaning up against the locker and shifting his ass outward towards the big guy. Fuck... I thought. Are they about to-!? My question was immediately answered by the moans of the smaller guy, who was now nearly being split open by this jacked stud's thick cock. The smaller guy was moaning now, almost in sync with the stud's deep hard pumps. The big stud smacked the little guy's ass, which elicited a loud squeal. He was a lot more vocal now, moaning "fuck me, fuck me!" in between muffled moans, which were met with replies with "fuck yeah, you little jock wannabe, take my huge cock!" I was getting hornier and hornier... and it was taking every ounce of mental fortitude in my body not to give myself away. Eventually I decided to retreat, ducking into a stall, where I aggressively beat my dick until I came a huge load, the mental image of the big guy and his friend imprinted in my brain. I pulled on my underwear and looked for the two guys, maybe in the shower perhaps, but they were gone. I walked over to the big guy's locker, maybe hoping to snatch one of his jocks, but it was locked. That night after work, I went home and had a few beers my roommate's older brother had bought for me. This was a really shocking day. I had always been straight - what the hell was I thinking in there? At 19, was I really just now starting to have gay thoughts? I decided not to think too much about it and just go to bed. It was another day, and I needed to see if the big dude was back again in the morning. So I went to the gym again the next day and there he was, although without another protege. I thought about approaching him, maybe placing myself in the shoes of his friend from yesterday, but I chickened out and kept my distance. How could I possibly want a cock like that? I mean, did I seriously, really want to do those things? After he dipped into the locker room again, this time alone, I wrapped up my workout and followed him in. I crept down the hall of the locker room to his row of lockers, but he wasn't there. Instead, I heard the rush of water coming from the bank of showers, so I continued to that area to peek in. I decided the best way to get a peek at this guy would be to simply take a shower; after all, the shower room at this gym wasn't separate by stalls or even curtains; all 12 or so of the showers just sat on the walls above on giant wall. I took off my clothes and walked into the showers, selecting one with a nice view of the big boy and turning up the water to hot. He was still so sexy, but I had to work hard to not arouse suspicion to myself. I tried my best to minimize my boner and then to conceal what half-chub I couldn't prevent. After about 10 minutes of watching this dude lather his huge muscles up and rinse them off, I stared at his ass as he walked out of the shower bank. I decided to wait another minute or so to not be so obvious, then I finished my shower and grabbed my towel. I thought maybe I could catch another glimpse of him in his jock, hell, maybe even muster the courage to talk to him, but when I peered down his locker row, it was shut and he was gone. I shrugged and turned to return to my own locker stall, and THUD. I ran straight into the guy, who was naked and standing right in the middle of the locker room. "Fuck! Sorry! Sorrysorrysorry" I whelped, taking a few scampered steps back. "You've been watching me the past couple days, haven't you?" he croaked. "I... I don't know what you're talking about?" "It's ok, dude, nothing I haven't seen before. Name's Mark. Next time you're interested in this-" he motioned to his entire muscular body and then grabbed his flaccid dick and shook it around - "you can just ask. I'm a horny guy like everyone else." "Well... well... I guess the truth is that I'm just curious." "Curious, huh?" He grabbed my arm, spinning me around as my towel hit the floor, as if he was appraising me. "I just don't know if I really, I mean truly want that," I admitted. "Well, there's people who can deal with 'curious'," he replied, rummaging through his locker and finally handing me a small scrap of paper with address scrawled on it. I looked at it as he dressed and began packing up. He started strolling out of the locker room, leaving me naked and standing there alone still with half a hardon, as I yelled back "This is in Chicago!" Without even looking back, he answered, "somethings are worth checking out, dude. If you want, check it out and come see me." I was shocked and nervous, but my interest was piqued. After a quick google search of the address, I learned it was the site of some kind of men's health clinic in the city. I planned a little trip taking time off work, bought a bus ticket, and began my journey... Author's note: Next time: Trevor's got a transformation of his own coming
  12. Enhancements Part Seven: Masculinity Mark could barely recognize himself. Obviously he had gone through tremendous physical change: his muscles nearly triple their previous size, his body covered with a layer of thick red hair. His pecs were huge and hard, two hefty slabs of pure muscle front and center. His biceps were thick and built, connected to his trunk like torso with bushy tufts of armpit hair. His ass was a tight bubble of muscle, currently arched outward, presented for either of his new companions to enjoy. And his cock was a footlong protrusion of pure man meat, currently hanging down half-erect above a pair of juicy balls. Not only could Mark not recognize himself physically, he couldn't believe what he was doing, the lust and behavior he was about to engage in. Mark had gone from never even having kissed anyone to participating in a several hour threesome in a matter of hours. His orgasm from before had satisfied him a little, but Mark really wanted to take this new body for a test drive. He had always been a horny guy, but it was different now- almost like he needed sex. Specifically, Mark couldn't wait to be fucked, almost like something in his ass desperately needed to be pounded by a hard dick. This too made him felt incredibly horny; here he was, the perfect epitome of a masculine physique, and all he could think about was riding Evan's cock. He begged for it a little, as Evan started by rubbing his huge dick against Mark's ass cheeks and crack, carefully teasing his bottom. Finally Evan inserted his lubed cock right into Mark's thick ass, causing Mark to moan hysterically as every single inch went deeper and deeper. Chris responded in turn by shutting Mark up by shoving his own cock down Mark's throat. Evan pumped Mark like this for a while, exchanging between soft, slow, sensual strokes to a fast hard railing. Mark loved it all, and he showed it by giving Chris an amazing blowjob. Chris became extremely turned on both by the sight of his boyfriend fucking a huge muscle stud and said stud's extreme dick-sucking talent. By the time the men decided to change positions 10 minutes later, he had shot two hot loads down Mark's throat. Mark expressed a desire to change things up, and Evan pulled out and sat down in one of the chairs. Evan's own impressive meaty cock stuck up invitingly to Mark, Evan gently playing with the steel hard member. Mark and Chris knelt down at Evan's feet and began servicing Evan. The two men licked and slurped at his hard cock and balls, enjoying the musky taste. They kissed each other passionately until Mark felt ready to be fucked again. He stood and began to straddle Evan, eventually slowly lowering his ass down until the thick cock he was attempting to sit on touched his hole. After some adjusting he felt his ass expanding to accommodate Evan's thick girth. Mark was immensely turned on by this new sex position. As he established a rhythm to ride Evan's cock to, he flexed his biceps proudly. "You see this shit? You see how fucking manly I am now?" Mark beamed. "I'm the picture perfect example of masculinity, and I want you to fuck me harder!" This was incredibly sexy to Evan. Not only was fucking this man incredibly pleasurable, but being commanded what to do so aggressively, despite being the top, made Evan feel hot. His pecs were swollen again, by now, having slowly re inflated since Mark last drained them. As Mark slid up and down Evan's thick penis, more and more pec milk began to squirt out from Evan's nipples and onto Mark's chest. Mark howled in pleasure, but he couldn't help but feel like he wanted more. He commanded Chris to fuck him too, and Chris complied. He carefully approached Mark, who was now leaning forward. He spread Mark's ass and slowly inserted his own dick, not only feeling the tightness from the bottom's ass, but also his boyfriend's shaft rubbing against his own. The men continued like this as bestial moans filled the air. Squirt after squirt of pec milk was fired from Evan's pecs as Mark continued to ride. Eventually, it was too much to bear, as Mark's cock unleashed its own torrent of cum all over Evan's still oversized chest. Evan and Chris pulled out, pushing Mark to his knees. The two boyfriends stood, their arms around each other as they jerked each other off with their free hand. As they each came, they moaned loudly, shooting 7 or 8 pumps of hot cum straight into Mark's face, chest, and throat. Mark furiously masturbated as he received his reward, carefully bringing himself to orgasm again. Evan and Chris, still standing up, immediately turned to each other and began making out, eventually started 69ing and fucking every which way, all putting on an erotic show for Mark, who beat off and shot several loads in doing so. The men all fucked each other in turn, until finally exhaustion after hours of muscle sex caught up to their freakish libido, and after one last joint orgasm, their sweaty cum-covered bodies collapsed on the floor.
  13. Enhancements: Part Six Maturity Chris and Evan walked down the hallway, wearing nothing but the white jockstraps Dr. Cross had given them. Their cocks barely were contained by the tight white fabric, the elastic straps tightly wrapped around their bubble butts. They felt incredibly sexy, and they couldn't wait for what was about to happen. Arriving at Mark's room, the technician opened the door and let them inside. Dr. Cross said, "you know what to do... you can start whenever." The technician closed and locked the door behind them. This room was much larger than the one their initial growth took place in. There were no expensive looking chairs with consoles next to them; just a regular chair off to the corner of the room, and a small bed. Mark was sitting in the chair, wearing nothing but a jockstrap himself. Chris and Evan glanced over at him. No wonder he wants to do this, Chris thought. He's even punier than me! Mark stood up, greeting his new friends. He was indescribably nervous. "H-hey guys... So I guess we're all about to have some fun, right?" "Yeah," said Evan, "I think we are." All three men now had huge tents building in their jockstrap bulges. Mark came closer. "Can I?" he asked, motioning towards the boys' packages. "Dude, we're about to be way past the point of asking. We got filled in on your whole situation, so if you're nervous or shy, we understand. But we're about to be way past the point of asking permission, so if you see something you want to do, I say go for it," Chris answered. He was staring his boyfriend in the eye. "But I can't really wait any longer." He leaned in and began kissing Evan deeply, their muscular bodies pressing together tightly. Mark hovered around, kneeling down to touch their cocks through their jockstraps. He went around and stared in awe at their asses, smacking them here and there. Mark couldn't believe it was actually happening. Evan took Mark's old seat, pulling off his jock to reveal his massive 12" member. Chris knelt down beside him and began licking up and down his boyfriend's shaft, taking in every drop of sweat and musky scent. He then put his mouth completely over the massive head and started gagging himself on the cock. Mark sat down next to Chris and pulled his jock aside, a little intimidated by the man's massive dick. Mark remembered how badly he wanted this, how furiously he had masturbated so many times to the thought of a huge muscle man's cock, and went for it. Mark gagged himself on Chris's huge dick. It was a gigantic task for a first timer, but Mark remembered how long he'd been waiting for this moment. He couldn't believe how amazing it felt to have this huge muscle man's cock filling up his mouth. The trio continued like this for a while, muffled moans of pleasure barely emerging from Chris and Mark's mouths. "Think it's time for your first load," Chris told Mark, pulling his mouth away from Evan's dick. He stood up as the redheaded twink knelt down between Evan and Chris. The two musclemen grabbed each other's cocks and furiously jerked each other off, kissing passionately. Evan rubbed his pecs, which, as before, had begun to swell up and feel tight. Suddenly the sensation at each man's cock became too much to bear and they unleashed a massive torrent of jizz down onto the waiting Mark. Mark felt like he was in heaven. Hot streams of spunk rained down on his face and body, but mostly into his wide open mouth. As he swallowed the boys' loads, he wiped more cum off his pale white skin and licked his fingers clean. Finally, as the flow began to subside, he sucked on each man's cock once more to clean off any remaining cum. "Here we go, I guess," Mark said. Evan sat back down in his chair, his cock no softer than it was before his massive orgasm, despite the fact that he had just produced one of the biggest loads of his entire life. Get up here, he commanded Mark, slapping his pecs and gently tweaking his engorged nipples. Mark complied, sitting down onto Evan's body, carefully straddling Evan's cock. The larger man's dick rested neatly on Mark's ass, the weight and warmth of his shaft gently teasing Mark. Meanwhile, Chris knelt down behind Mark and pulled the freshman's ass cheeks apart, sticking his face right between them and beginning to rim him. Mark moaned, but Evan forced his head down to his massive pecs, now begging to be attended to. It actually kind of hurt for Evan's pecs to be this full, he thought. He needed that sweet release, and he knew Mark just couldn't get enough of his potent growth juice. Mark latched on to one of Evan's nipples, which was nearly double its normal size, and began to suck. Within seconds, a flow of hot thick white liquid began flowing from the erect nipple and directly into Mark's throat. He thought it tasted amazing; a little musky, a little creamy, but the best part was how thick it was. The smell and taste reminded him of the abandoned jockstraps and underwear he used to collect from his dorm gym locker room to sniff while he masturbated back home. Meanwhile, the growth from ingesting Chris's cum was beginning. Mark's entire body frame began to swell, as if he was taking in a very deep breath, only it did not reduce in size as it would during exhalation. Mark felt a little bigger, a little more confident. His cock strained at his jockstrap. He had never felt an erection this hard before, and it only felt like it was getting harder. If he wasn't so preoccuped with tending to Evan's nipples or the feeling of Chris's tongue on his hole, he would have noticed his cock had grown from it's puny 4" erect size, all the way to a respectable 8" length. The girth of his cock had expanded too, and the entire thing was now pressing hard on the weak fabric of his jockstrap. He reached down and ripped the strained underwear clear off. The tightness was too much to bear as his waist expanded 3 sizes. He felt his biceps and triceps thickening, nearly tripling in size. His own pecs began to inflate, and Evan began to moan even more from the sensation of feeling Mark's growing pecs press up against his own abs. Mark released his mouth from Evan's left pec and switched to the right, roaring bestially as he felt more and more growth taking hold. His voice had grown deeper, too. Chris, who had still been rimming mark furiously, felt Mark's ass cheeks begin to swell. He pulled away from Mark's butt, slapping Mark's new bubble butt, before returning to his knees and turning around to start sucking on Mark's huge cock. Chris put the still lengthening cock in his mouth, and he barely needed to move up and down Mark's shaft to begin the blowjob. Mark's cock was still growing, and Chris loved the feeling of the still growing cock forcing itself further and further into his mouth. He gagged, sucking the cock for as long as he could before finally pulling away, panting rapidly to catch his breath. This break did not last long however, as Chris dove back down into Mark's crotch to taste his thick heavy balls. All this attention was becoming too much for Mark to bear, who was now struggling to hold back his first huge load as a new man. Finally Evan's pecs had returned to normal size, every last drop of pec milk sucked out of them successfully by Mark. He gazed up at the man who was now lying on top of him, nearly three times the size of the weak freshman who had started sucking on his pecs moments before. Mark stood up, and Evan got out of the chair, kneeling down to join his boyfriend. The two lovers began to worship their new friend's 12" member together. They loved the feeling of sucking on this cock together; once taking turns, one sucking and licking the shaft while the other gently played with Mark's balls, then later, both mouths sucking on the enormous dick at the same time. Finally, Mark couldn't hold it in anymore. He grabbed his dick and bellowed, letting out an enormously deep moan as he unleashed spurt after spurt of cum onto Chris and Evan. With every blast, hot spunk splashed onto Evan and Chris's chests and faces, themselves now beating off and shooting their own loads directly at each other. Finally, after the torrent had ended. All three men stood up. Mark looked at himself in the mirror, flanked by his two massive muscle friends. His dreams really had come true; he had turned into the embodiment of sex, a perfect representation of the muscle men he had spent years beating off to online. Short red hair rippled across his body, accompanied by thick tufts of red hair at his armpits and a long treasure trail from his belly button to the base of his cock. He flexed a few times, admiring himself, then turned to Evan and Chris. "I hope you don't think we're even close to done," he said, at first a little unaccustomed to his new deeper voice. In each hand, he firmly squeezed each guy's asses. Evan responded by loudly giving Mark's ass a slap of his own. "Hell no!" Evan cheered, as Mark turned around to bend over and present himself to his muscular friends...
  14. Enhancements: Part Five Getting Lucky 5 months ago... Mark set down a medium sized cardboard box in his new dorm room. He was exhausted from moving things from the back of his parents' minivan up the street, into his new dorm building, into the elevator, then down the hall into his home for his freshman year of college. His mother and father, who had helped him move, were getting ready to leave. They were worried about their son, as most parents are, but especially worried that Mark would have trouble making friends by selecting a single dorm room for his freshman year. Mark was never the most social kid, and they worried that without the quintessential roommate experience, he wouldn't fit in here at college. Nor had Mark ever had a boyfriend or girlfriend in high school, so his parents were worried about him going out and being exposed to parties and the college experience too quickly. Sports were out, too- Mark's skinny frame and lack of physical prowess made him shirk away from fitness. They reassured their son that they were always there for him, exchanging goodbyes and leaving him to this new phase of his life. Truthfully, Mark wanted to be more outgoing. He was excited by college; he wanted to go out and party, make friends, and meet guys! Mark had almost no confidence to actually act on the social life he wanted. After his parents left, Mark shut his door and began unpacking some of his things. He thought about how nervous he was to meet new people. He thought about how badly he wanted to meet up with a hot guy and act on his sexual desires. Mark undressed and looked at himself in the mirror. He was skinny, alright; almost no muscles to speak of. His dick was small and undersized, and he had no body hair either. Turning around, he saw how flat his ass looked. What guy would ever want this, he sighed, considering his fate as a loner. Some time later, Mark went out into the hallway to go to the dining hall for dinner. Just outside the entrance, he was stopped by two RAs sitting at a long table covered in a bright blue tablecloth, several small index cards, and a large box. "Care to enter the New Year Raffle?", one of them asked. "Sure, why not," said Mark. He approached the table and filled out an index card, providing his name and room number. "What's the prize, anyway?" "It's really great! There prize is over $10,000 cash - for you to do whatever you want with! School books, musical instruments, athletic equipment, computer gear, you name it! The best part is that it's all privately funded by donor money from the school, so you don't have to feel like it's a waste of money to enter. Man, it'd be awesome to win, wouldn't it? But only one really lucky student out of the whole undergraduate population gets to win..." Mark thanked the two RAs for telling him about it and walked into the dining hall. He thought a little about what he'd do with the money... video games and computer stuff, maybe? But then, he began to think bigger. He thought about the article he read online about a new clinic opening up in the city not far from here... 1 month ago... Mark woke up, late as usual. He had a 9am class that he often skipped on cold days like today, a simple statistics lecture that was all recorded and put online that he could watch later anyway. College had been going decent for him- he didn't have too many very close friends, and he still wasn't any closer to his dream of actually sexually interacting with a guy, but he was friendly with the other students on his floor and in his classes. He checked his e-mail, then screamed. He had won. The raffle winner was to be kept secret this year on account of harassment last year's winner had received by students looking to curry favor for some share of the prize winnings. Mark was overjoyed. He ran around the room in his briefs, stopping in front of the full length mirror to flex a few times, envisioning what his new body would look like. He threw the towel he was about to carry with him to the communal bathroom for a shower back on his bed and sat back down at his computer. His cock stiffened a little as he visited the website of Andros health club and began to read about the requirements for a special session, then dialed the phone. Present day... Mark and Dr. Cross sat in the viewing room, having just finished watching Chris and Evan's 'session'. "They're perfect," Mark said. "Both of them." Dr. Cross furrowed his brow a little, straightening his glasses. He turned off the monitor, now displaying Chris and Evan passed out from exhaustion, and pressed a button on the console. "Recovery to Room 3," he spoke into the intercom, signaling to his staff to go and collect the two boys. "I'm just worried you're getting into a bit much," Cross said. "I mean, you said you've never even been with a guy before at all..." Mark shook his head. "It doesn't matter. You said that doesn't matter!" Cross leaned back in his chair. "Technically no. But throwing you in there in your current state, with those two - who by the way, are going to be just as horny and insatiable as you saw them on that monitor..." his voice trailed off. Mark replied, "So then I get in there, they grow me up nice and manly, and then I join them! And then we all have fun, and I get what I want, they get whatever reward you've got planned for them, and you get your 10 grand! So everyone wins!" Cross thought back to his consultation with Mark one week ago... "Testosterone levels... very low. Well Mark, I think that should explain why you're not.... not quite the way you want to be, physically speaking. Testosterone is responsible for a lot of things in a man's development, notably muscle growth, penis grow-" Dr Cross explained, but was cut off. "Yeah, I know. I took sex-ed," Mark interjected. "But what does that mean for me, here, in your clinic. Can I be helped?" Cross looked up at Mark. "Yes. We've seen men like you before in here. We can provide a way of enacting the permanent changes to your body that you're looking for; as we discussed on the phone, the majority of our clients are here for a temporary experience- but since you're willing to pay, and you have a demonstrable health reason, I don't see why you couldn't participate. Your physical makes you an ideal candidate." "An ideal candidate," Mark recalled. "Didn't you use those exact words?" Cross nodded. He truly didn't have any reason not to allow Mark to undergo the procedure. Still, he had dealt with patients who regretted their decision before, so he wanted to make sure Mark was absolutely certain. "Just one more thing, you are 100% sure you're gay. Not just lying to get this done? We've had people come through before that just wanted a quick muscle and dick pump, only to find out they'd been permanently made hom-" Mark interrupted again, this time pointing at the tent that had formed in his gray sweatpants from watching Chris and Evan on the screen. "Alright, alright," Dr. Cross conceded. He handed Mark a clipboard with a stack of forms. The forms were mostly health questionnaires, but the back few pages (labeled "Premium Clients") were more interesting. Mark noticed a large amount of text had already been filled in (Patient requests large muscle growth, taking him to top 10 percentile... genital enhancement and other optimizations to sexual characteristics... moderate increase in body hair...). He scanned the rest of the paragraph, ensuring that Cross had taken down everything he had explained to him on the phone correctly. On the next page, he saw a little information about Chris and Evan. A statement on the top of the page stated that Premium Clients seeking permanent growth needed to go through a special procedure different from Temporary Clients, one that involved external participants. There were spaces on this page for Chris and Evan's signatures, currently blank. On the last page was a large blank box for "Special Instructions for the Premium Customer's Pleasure". Mark filled out a few things- mostly stuff he wanted Chris and Evan to do to make this the hottest session ever. He handed back the clipboard. Dr. Cross stood up, leading Mark out the door. He motioned down the hall to a room where a technician was waiting to prepare Mark for the session as he carried his clipboard to the recovery room where Evan and Chris waited. *** "...so, if you agree to participate, we're prepared to reward you with a number of great club perks!" Dr. Cross said, finishing his explanation of Mark's situation and request to Chris and Evan. The two boys were still huge, and naked, the changes from before still in effect. They had been asleep for a while, recovering energy from the strenuous process of growing and all the raucous sex they had in the session room. "What kind of perks?" asked Evan. "Well, we'll give you access to our club upstairs, for starters. After that I'm prepared to offer you vouchers for future sessions, including some new experimental stuff. I find a lot of couples like to come back to try out new kinky stuff... if you help us out with this I'll make sure you're never turned away or charged for another session here again!" "I'm totally in," said Chris. Although he was exhausted from earlier, he was still super horny. The thought of getting to do this all with Evan, as often as he wanted, sounded amazing. Not to mention how awesome it would be to grow some other guy using his new enhancements. "Me too," Evan nodded. "Splendid," Cross said. He handed the two boys each a jockstrap. "Put these on, if you don't mind... per our client's request. We'll start the session whenever all three of you are ready. He's quite a lot smaller than you right now... so please go gentle. And make sure to give him plenty of this...." he motioned to Chris's dick and Evan's pecs. The compounds in you will react with a drug we've given Mark to result in rapid, permanent enhancements for him. Evan and Chris looked at each other, ecstatic about this new turn of events. It was like they had won the lottery.
  15. Enhancements: Part Four Lust The two boys' hard bodies collided in the middle of the room as they began making out intensely. As they embraced, their throbbing massive dicks pressed against each other's hard, sculpted abs. Chris and Evan's tongues intertwined as the men shared their new bodies with each other, tasting remnants of the muscle growth chemicals on each other's breaths, each man feeling his partner's strong embrace and his hands exploring every inch of their newly sculpted bodies. Chris stepped back and looked at Evan, taking in every inch of his boyfriend's new physique. Evan had always been a good looking guy, but the afternoon's changes had taken him to the next level. His muscles, best before described as beefy and pumped, were now even larger, seemingly bursting out of his body, almost like they reached their theoretical size limit. A thin coat of hair now covered Evan's body, with thicker patches growing around the crease between his pecs in a sexy trail down to his throbbing cock. His pits, now surrounded by massively stretched and built shoulder and chest muscles, were covered in thickets of sweaty black brown hair. They smelled incredible - like the musky, manly smell that Evan gave off after a workout had been amplified tenfold. Chris leaned in, shoving his face into Evan's left armpit, inhaling and gasping for each pheromone laced breath. Meanwhile, Chris's hands explored the growth that had occurred below Evan's waist. His left hand reached around his partner's body, smacking and eventually grabbing Evan's fat, inflated ass. He could see in the mirror behind him the bulbous fat of Evan's behind bounce and jiggle as he smacked it, seemingly begging to be impaled by Chris's huge cock. That would have to wait, though, as Chris's right hand reached down towards Evan's own man meat, gently playing with his balls, which had grown very slightly, but mostly the base of his thick massive 8-incher. A light coat of precum made the penis somewhat slick, and it was hard as a steel rod from all of the stimulation Evan had been receiving. Chris was practically overcome with desire; there was so much he wanted to do with Evan, so much he wanted to try and explore - he could barely decide what should be first! His question was answered as he continued licking Evan's pit, when the latter's deep, gruffy voice whispered in his ear. "Suck my cock, you slut," Evan had grunted. Chris was a little taken aback by this language but immediately complied. As he backed away and began to kneel down, Evan analyzed his boyfriend's changes. Chris was incredible. He had essentially gone from hairless, muscleless twink, to built, jacked, stud, all in the span of 20 minutes in that chair. He had so much confidence now, his muscles even larger than Evan's prior size, chief among them his magnificent pecs (it seemed underlining the word 'large' on the form had really been taken to heart in the eyes of the study technicians). His cock stood at attention, about 7-7.5" long, oozing precum and dropping it all over the floor as the massive member swayed back and forth while Chris knelt to the ground. And good god, those balls, they were gargantuan! Although they were nothing special before, Chris's testicles had swollen up to be nearly the size of tennis balls. Evan imagined what kind of massive load those things could produce and pictured himself being subjected to blast after blast of hot spunk from Chris's tool. But for now it was Chris who had knelt to service the other man, and he began by grabbing Evan's thick tool at the base and licking up and down the shaft, tasting salty sweet precum as he went. Evan began to shudder from the sensitive touch of Chris's tongue, which now moved to the top of the shaft, circling around his cock head as he began to push the cock into his mouth. His tongue danced across the surface as Chris moaned, stuffing inch after inch of Evan's mighty meat down his throat. Eventually, he stopped, thinking he was unable to force anymore of the enormous powerful shaft into him. But, as Evan continued leaking precum, Chris remembered all of his lust and desire from several minutes ago, and somehow willed himself to go even further down. His mouth and throat were stretched to the max by the girthy cock, Evan beaming as he looked down and locked eyes with the now tearing up, moaning Chris. Finally, Chris worked up a rhythm, bobbing his head back and forth, giving Evan the most incredible blowjob of his life. For the next few minutes, Evan rested his right hand on the back of Chris's head, supporting it as he began to lean into Chris's motions, now pumping his boyfriends cock. It felt incredible - every inch of this huge tool dominating and consuming Chris's every desire and thought. Eventually, Evan felt a tingle begin to build up in the base of his balls. "I'm- I'm gonna fucking cum!" he roared, and Chris reflexively released the cock as huge thick ropes of cum gushed forward like a geyser, each one hitting a different part of Chris, coating his face, chest, and own cock with the good stuff. Chris swallowed and licked up what he could, staring at the throbbing, but no less erect cock, in front of him. "Fuck," moaned Evan. He was staring down now at his cum coated boyfriend. "Lie down," he commanded. Chris complied, lying flat on his back on the cum and sweat littered floor. Evan turned 180 degrees from Chris, dropping to all fours and lining up his mouth to Chris's crotch and vice versa. His huge dong rested on his boyfriend's face, who began licking his balls, while he began slurping and mimicking Chris's actions on the man's own cock. The two men began to 69, the sounds of intense slurping and gagging filling the room. They were intoxicated with so many feelings - the lust of their new muscular bodies, the desire to play with each other's throbbing hard cocks, the thought of being blasted with a legendary load of hot man cream as a reward for their fellatio, and finally, the eroticism of it all, hearing the sounds of each other sucking dick with reckless abandon. After a few more minutes, Chris decided he couldn't hold back any longer. His cock began pulsing and then erupted. His larger-than-life balls had created a load nearly three times what Evan had ever seen. One, two, three shots, each hitting Evan in the face, dripping down his cheek and chin. Four, five, six, each more powerful than the last, now trickling down Evan's mighty pecs and coating his torso. Seven, eight, nine - would it ever end? Evan opened his mouth to swallow all he could, finally counting fifteen enormous spurts of delicious essence-of-Chris. Through it all, Evan felt strange - stranger than anything else that had happened in the last hour, at least. He felt his cock begin to tingle, and stiffen - but it was already as hard as could be! Yet Evan could feel it getting harder, almost like the feeling he had originally experienced during the growth phase. As he glanced at his cock - did it look even bigger? It was hard to tell, given that he wasn't used to how big his cock was post-growth, but it almost looked like he had packed another inch, even two, to his throbbing member. In this moment of weakness, though, Chris had taken advantage, flipping Evan to his back and lifting his legs above Chris's shoulders. "Time to get fucked," Chris grinned. He spread Evan's juicy bubble butt cheeks, inserting his cock, so coated with precum and cum that it went in smooth as though it had been thoroughly lubed before hand. Evan howled in agony, though he knew it would not take long to begin feeling pure bliss at being split open by a cock this huge. Evan started to jerk himself off as Chris started slow, pistoning his dick in and out of his partner's massive ass. With time, Chris picked up speed, now beginning to ram Evan harder, and harder. The sound of Chris's body slapping against Evan's echoed through the room, combined with Evan's screams of pleasure and Chris's primal grunts. The hairier man jerked off faster, now, matching the pace of Chris's thrusts. His cock WAS bigger - he was sure of it now, extending 10- no, was it 11? inches into the air. As the pleasure echoing through his body multiplied, he felt a deep tingle in his pecs. Now they felt like they were growing too - but they weren't. Although Evan felt like his pecs were expanding and growing in size, they remained the same shape and dimension as before. Then, he remembered the special options he had selected in private with Dr. Cross. Chris had always had somewhat of a fixation to Evan's pecs. Not long after they began their relationship, Chris always wanted to see Evan shirtless so he could grab and feel Evan's chest and suck on his nipples. So, Evan decided, why not give him a special treat courtesy of Andros' experimental enhancement department? As Chris fucked deeper and deeper, the feeling of pec expansion without growth had reached itself limit. Evan screamed- louder than he had before- it felt like his pecs were exploding, now. In truth, they were. Jets of hot white liquid began to shoot out of his pecs, high into the air. Chris gasped as his cock thickened in his boyfriend's ass at this supernatural sight. He slowed, a little, to lean down and latch onto Evan's hard right nipple. As he sucked at Evan's tit, he gulped down a massive amount of the strange pec liquid, feeling a bizarre feeling throughout his muscles as he swallowed it. Eventually the flow subsided, Evan pleased the tightness in his pecs had gone, but disappointed that this erotic display was over. Chris resumed fucking now, soon pulling out and jerking off to shoot another massive spray of cum that had Evan soaked in glorious jizz. Evan reciprocated. The boys disclosed their ordered special enhancements to each other - Evan, who had always loved Chris's fixation to his chest, came up with the idea of making Chris's muscles grow if he ingested this "pec cum", the doctor called it. Meanwhile, Chris, who knew that Evan always loved getting facials and huge loads sprayed all over his muscles, decided it would be hot if his cum could make Evan's cock grow. So, the boys continued for a few more turns, Chris allowing Evan to fuck him doggy style (Evan's pecs dripped their milk all over Chris's back as they reached climax), Evan taking his new bubble ass for a true spin as he rode Chris cowboy-style, drinking down a little more cum to bring his cock to 12". After an amazing afternoon of fucking, sucking, and growth, the boys had lost track of time and were beginning to tire. Neither no longer had the stamina to keep going, despite all the lust that had taken over their brains. As they slowed and exhaustion took hold, they lay on the floor next to each other, Evan feebly attempting to muster the energy to resume sucking Chris's dick. As he failed to stay awake, the two boys drifted off into sleep, passing out on the floor, tired and spent. Meanwhile, in another room elsewhere in the lab, Dr. Cross and a young college student were watching Evan and Chris on a monitor. "So," Dr. Cross said, glancing at the boy from his control room chair. "You've got the muscle growth from the one boy's cum, and the cock growth from the other's - er - chest." "Sounds hot," said the boy, stepping forward, closer to the screen. He was scrawny and short, his fire red hair and pasty skin illuminated by the blue tinge of the monitor. "I'm in." "You do realize," Dr. Cross said, "that this procedure will be totally permanent. I mean, you are paying top dollar, but we will not be liable if you aren't happy with the results. And you won't be able to go back to what you look like now..." "I'm done being a twerp," the guy squeaked. "It's time to become a man." To be continued... Thanks guys again for reading and as always stay tuned for part 5! I really like writing this story and have been writing out parts almost as fast as I can think of them. Hope you like the "twist" in this part and get ready to see what this new character is going to get into when he meets these two studs.
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