BRUTUS1 Posted March 13, 2015 Share Posted March 13, 2015 This is a story - the only one ever - I posted on another site a very, very long time ago. I've tidied it up, made a few edits but otherwise no significant changes. I thought it was not bad all that time ago, but I'm not sure what i think about it now. Would definitely be looking to write something less inhibited these days. (Grin...) So what do yu think, guys? Catalog Man No 9Jackson Fredericks had a mission. He had a project: helping to spreadhotness, as he thought of it. Having struggled and succeeded againstthe odds, which were stacked against him from an impoverished childhood, hehad been educated to the very highest standard in both biochemistry andpsychology. Big, lucrative jobs came his way in rapid sequence. By age 36,he had amassed a tidy fortune through careful but inspired investments. Heowned his own big house, freelanced when he felt like it, did as hepleased.Not bad for a boy who started with nothing, he thought - not for the first time- as he lowered his big frame in a chair in front of his computer.Settling, he stretched his arms wide and then cupped his hands behind hishead. Nobody knew yet quite how remarkable his research and experimentationinto human physiology had been. Nobel territory? Could be. No pointrushing, though. Got to keep a good work/life balance, right? And therewas the project.Watching the on-screen images while his computer powered on, he wonderedagain if his new project was going to be worth the effort. There werecertainly big risks. The complex formulae and unpredictable psychologicalaspects could always go wrong. He knew precisely how to get the exactresults he wanted on himself, but moving on to others would be, well,challenging.Jackson loped into the kitchen to fix a drink, catching sight of himself inthe floor to ceiling mirror in the corridor. Always a pleasure to see in mynatural state, he commented inwardly, grinning slightly at his ownnarcissism. He was dressed in the singlet and baggies he had worn to thegym earlier. His skin, where it showed, still glistened withsweat from his workout. Despite the arsenal at his disposal, he believed,it was better to keep the natural body right up to scratch through plainhard work, not to mention the endorphin high which strenuous exerciseinvariably produced in him. And it kept paying off. At 6' and 185 pounds,Jackson's lean body was covered in toned muscle. The damp material of hisgym shirt clung to his broad shoulders and his nipples stood out visibly onhis chest. His kept his hair cut to a close fade, his large green eyes wereframed by naturally arched eyebrows and high cheekbones. A trimmedmustache and goatee surrounded his full lips. Yes, he thought, the basicbody is always very gratifying.Jackson returned to the computer in time to hear the voice telling his hehad mail. In a minute, he muttered. He wanted to check first that the sitewas up and running properly. He had argued endlessly with the sitedesigners about getting it just right. If it had gone live overnight as hehad been promised, he should be getting some traffic very soon.He clicked on his favorites list, selected his own site and waited. After amoment, the screen flooded with an graphic image of a naked bodybuilder,superimposed with the words "Transformations". Jackson scanned thefront page banner he had composed:"Welcome to Transformations, where you will get the chance to meetthe most outstanding men presently available in town. Check out our escortcatalog. There is a very wide range of sexy men here to suit manydesires. We aim to offer an experience which will change your life, noless. Competitive rates. In calls only."Under the banner message was a cartoon graphic of a pulsing, outsizedick with an 'enter' arrow beside it. Hmm, Jackson thought, maybe that wasa rather coarse touch. But he would probably get more hits that way.Inside, the catalog page displayed an assortment of men all verydifferent from each other: none of them was entirely naked, all woreprovocative clothing. Site instructions urged potential customers to e-mailthe webmaster with their choice of man, a brief explanation for theirchoice and basic personal physical details. Further exchanges would thenfollow about time, place, terms and conditions. Could be any one of ahundred escort sites peddling sex, Jackson thought, but he hoped that acertain type of man would be intrigued by the suggestion of transformation.He just had to weed out the exact type of fantasies which would suit hispurposes.He leaned back in his chair and clicked on his mail box.---------------------------------------------------------Derrick James finished his last rep of bench press and stood up. He lookedhard at his reflection in the mirror of the gym's free weight area, thenturned away in evident disgust. Shit, what would it take?, he wondered.Just turned 28, he was becoming resigned to never getting the breakthroughhe wanted at the gym. Although 5'11", not at all bad looking and obviouslytoned from regular workouts over several years, his body just wasn't goinganywhere. It seemed to satisfy his sex partners when he occasionallyscored, but it didn't satisfy him. All he had to do was look at some of thereally big lifters at the gym to feel almost sick with envy.Especially the bigger bodybuilders. And ditto that the black dudes, He could swear that some of them got visibly bigger every time he saw them. Images of their big bodiesflooded his mind now whenever he jerked off, and even during sex with other‘regular’ men he found his thoughts turning to how incredibly sexually potent theywere. But the sad fact was that they looked right through him as if hewasn't there. Just as well, maybe. If any of them had stopped to notice himthey might have objected to the look of mingled envy and lust on his faceas he watched them swagger through their workout routines, his dick neverless than half hard. He thought that even if he ever got that big he wouldbe too embarrassed to wear such revealing gear as they did in the gym. Someof that lycra shit looked like it was painted on to their muscle bodies.When Derrick got home, he went straight to his computer and once on line,starting surfing some of his favorite bodybuilder sites. Looking throughthe new links section of one site, his eye was caught by a listing for anescort service called Transformations. The site description promisedan illustrated catalog. Hmmm, that could be interesting, he thought,feeling his cock twitch in anticipation.Barely two hours later, he stood in front of the computer, tremblingslightly and trying to catch his breath. He sure as hell couldn't afford tohire an escort, wasn't sure he should even be exploring such an option. Hehad looked through the Transformations photo gallery with growinginterest - there certainly were a wide variety of types there, not theusual assortment of porn magazine clones. Then he had been stopped in histracks by a page devoted to a massively muscled black bodybuilder. The manhad obviously trained to serious competition standard. He stood legs wideapart, powerful arms crossed over his glistening pecs, thick knotted musclestraining in his bull-like neck. His expression was challenging, evenintimidating. He wore only a yellow pose pouch which hung low under theweight of his prominent package. Apart from a pair of thick eyebrows whichemphasised his low forehead, he appeared to be shaved completely hairless.Derrick had been unable to believe quite how powerfully horny he found theman's image and knew at once that he would have to take the leap andarrange an appointment. He had fired off an e-mail to the webmaster withoutany expectation of a quick reply. In it, he explained that he was veryinterested (I'll say, he thought to himself as he typed) in meeting themodel listed as Number 9 in the agency's catalog. He went on to describehimself and said that he had always wanted to be with a black bodybuilderjust like this one. (Funny, he noticed when he checked the message forspelling before sending it off, he had written "always wanted to be a blackbodybuilder... " the first time around. He hastily inserted the missing'with'.)To his surprise, an answer pinged into his online mail box barely an hourlater. The reply confirmed that Transformations had been able tosecure him an appointment with the escort the following Friday eveningin his own town. He was given an address and a time. He should bring acredit card with him and dress "however you like". Derrick was a bitbreathless by the end of these exchanges, not quite sure what he haddone. But he reasoned that he had waited too long already for this. Heguessed he could wait until Friday.---------------------------------------------------------Jackson Fredericks spent much of the following two days preparing for thefirst appointment on Friday evening. He was pleased that things wereworking out so easily. He had done all the necessary research about MrDerrick James. The first subject's choice of escort was a fairlystraightforward temporary transformation for Jackson to accommodate. Just aquestion really of putting the appropriate mass in all the right places onhimself to approximate the model from the catalog. Hardly any cosmeticfiddling around. Good. He had mixed a cocktail of dilute transformcompounds to achieve the required result. Washing it down with hisbreakfast, Jackson calculated that the timed release should be completed bylate afternoon. He changed into a pair of baggy shorts and an extra large Tshirt - room to grow, he observed, grinning to himself - and set aboutpreparing the materials for the more fundamental changes he hoped to offerhis customer. He felt occasionally the not unpleasant sensation ofprogressive alterations to his body as the day passed, but he knew he wouldwait until he had completed the process before looking in the mirror. Itwas always more fun that way.--------------------------------------------------------Derrick walked quickly when he got off the bus on Friday evening in aneighbourhood he did not know at all. It was a chillier evening than he hadbargained on and he wore only a tight, white t-shirt and some cargo pantsagainst the cold. When he arrived at the street address he had been given,he wondered if he had made a mistake with the house number. The big housewas in complete darkness. Taking a deep breath, Derrick pushed thedoorbell, his hand shaking slightly in anticipation. After a minute, thedoor swung open on a darkened hallway. A figure standing partially behindthe door intoned in a rumbling bass:"Come on in, man", a deep voice said.Derrick slipped inside and was immediately struck not by what he saw - orcouldn't quite yet see - but by the strong musky smell of fresh sweat. Hiseyes finally adjusting to the half light, he now took in the man standingjust feet away from him. Mark was stunned by the presence of the massiveblack bodybuilder who towered at 6'3" over him. Powerful muscles seemed tosurge and ripple all over his body when he moved even slightly. Hairlessbut for his thick eyebrows, he wore only a yellow pose pouch which strainedto cover his crotch. His thick full lips seemed to fill his lower facecompletely. He stepped a bit closer to Derrick and looked him up and down."Why dontcha come on in here?, he said, motioning Derrick through anotherdoor. "I just been getting a quick pump on the home gym." Derrick tried to squeeze past him as they both headed for the door but thebig lifter was too big to avoid brushing up against him on the waythrough. Derrick felt electrified by the brief contact. As he entered theroom, the black muscle giant planted his feet at shoulder width and foldedhis arms across his chest."You like what you see, man?" He opened his arms in an expansive gesture,pulled one arm up into a flex, turning his face close, letting his longpink tongue lick slowly across the pumped bicep, while cupping his crotchwith his free hand, regarding Derrick from under hooded eyes.Derrick stared fixedly at the erotic vision in front of him, felt his cockhardening in his pants. He noticed how the big man's brown nipples, centredon wide discs against his pecs, were bullet hard and pointing nearly facedown towards his bulging, defined abs."Well, do you?”, he prompted."Oh yeah, man, I really do", Derrick whispered huskily, his mouth dry."Good, I knew you would. Have a seat on the couch, man. I'm gonna grab aprotein drink outta the fridge. I'll get one for you, too. Then we can getbusy." It wasn't a question or an invitation, more of a statement. Derrickwatched the man's massive back as he left the room - flaring lats, bulkingdeltoids which merged into his bull neck, a high hard butt of chiseled assmuscle. A sigh of urgent lust escaped raggedly from Derrick's mouth.The muscleman returned after a minute and flopped down beside Derrick, theweight of his body hitting the couch making it shake while its springscomplained. Derrick took the tumbler from him and started to sip absentlyfrom it while he tried to get used to the waves of heat and the heady smellcoming off the man sitting so close to him. Working one big hand over hischest while he spoke, the man starting saying in his low voice how muchDerrick must admire his body to be willing to pay for his company. He saidhow much he got off on that kind of admiration in this job.The words began to tumble out of Derrick with this prompt, about how muchhe loved big bodybuilders, how he would love to be as big asthem. "Just like you", he ended a little breathlessly. The big man grinnedsexily and nodded as if privately satisfying himself of something. Heleaned over Derrick, clasping one big hand around the base of his neck,pulling him close. "You like my big black body, fella?", hemurmured teasingly.Derrick leaned into the man's chest and found one hard nipple with histongue. He licked and chewed for a long time, pausing only to finish hisdrink to wet his dry mouth. He returned to attack the other nipple, hishands meanwhile searching the man's hard muscles. He was glad to hear theman begin to groan with pleasure at this treatment, occasionally grunting"Yeh, man, that's right, that's how to do it." Derrick noticed that theyellow pose pouch which had barely covered the big guy's crotch before wasnow stretched to obscene proportions. Derrick started to peel back thebrief to release the swelling dark dick which was aching to spring up. Helowered his mouth hungrily to within an inch or two of the big man's thickmember when he felt the beginnings of dizziness and a sense of greattiredness. His last surprised thought as he lost consciousness was that hewas being carried in the man's huge arms as if he were weightless.---------------------------------------------------------Jackson Fredericks stood over the single bed in an upstairs room of thehouse the following afternoon, looking intently at Derrick's body. Althoughhe was absolutely still And sound asleep, Jackson had clamped his wristsand ankles to the sides of the bed as a precaution. He was pleased andrather excited by the results of Derrick's transformation so far. Lastnight's cocktail of carefully calculated and blended compounds hadcertainly worked impressively.The hulking 6' 3" figure on the bed, whose shoulders spanned its wholewidth easily, bore little resemblance to the young man who had entered thehouse 18 hours earlier. His thick corded neck and muscle-knotted shoulders,50" pecs, awesome flaring lats pushing his 20" biceps away from his body,rock hard bulging abs, huge thighs with prominent veins running into hiscrotch all proclaimed him the very image of a powerful bodybuilder. Hisheavy low hanging balls over which flopped a thick uncut dick - unhard atleast five inches long - suggested that he would be a powerful player in bedas well. He was perfectly hairless all over but for his eyebrows and ashock of blond hair on his head. The rags of a white t-shirt and a pair ofcargo pants which had been ripped by their seams hung from his body.Very, very nice, Jackson told himself. Nice, but not quite finished yet.Now came the delicate part. He moved near to the bed, laying a hand onDerrick's cool forehead. A slight exertion of pressure with his fingers andthe sleeping man began to struggle up to consciousness. Derrick's eyesopened slowly, blinking in the light. He gradually took in the man standingpatiently over him. Instinctively he tried to sit up, only he could to movehis arms. He felt panic starting as he tried to work out what the hell wasgoing on."What the fuck!?", he shouted, glaring at the man."How are you feeling today, big man?", Jackson asked. Derrick was struck byhow soothing the man's voice sounded and thought better of starting toshout again. But who is this guy?, he wondered. What had happened lastnight? He remembered just getting started with the amazing black guy fromthe escort agency, then barely ten minutes later - nothing else."Umm.... Who are you?", he asked, trying to focus on the nicely builthandsome man standing over him."Well, I guess you could say that I am your benefactor", the man replied."I'm certainly your host for the time being"."What the hell happened to me last night? Where did my date go?", Derrickmuttered, more to himself than in expectation of an answer."He'll be along before too long, I suspect", said the man, a faint smilepassing over his lips. "But right now, I want to show you something I thinkyou will like."Oh shit, thought Derrick, I hope this isn't some kind of come on. This isall weird enough already.The man fingered a remote control he had extracted from his pocket. A panelin the ceiling slid noiselessly back to reveal a mirror."Look up now, Derrick," the man suggested.Derrick's eyes flickered upwards towards the ceiling. He stared hard for afull minute at the image he saw reflected there, his jaw dropped in stunnedamazement."Fuck, man, what's happened to me? This can't be real!" Even as he spokethe words, he realised that he was already longing to touch the body hesaw."Oh yes, it is very real, I assure you. Are you not pleased? This is whatyou always wanted isn't it? Or at least, part of what you wanted."Derrick didn't know what that last part was supposed to mean. He was nowcompletely transfixed by the image of himself as a massive bodybuilder. Andit clearly turned him on. He watched as his new improved dick - shit, itcouldn't be that big - hardened until it lay, ten fat inches, against theinside of his thigh, oozing precum.Derrick muttered, entranced: "But how?"Jackson laughed. "That is sort of a secret, my friend. Let's just say thatthe protein drink you were given last night was more than just a fitnesssupplement."Derrick shook his head slowly from side to side. "But, it will, like, wearoff soon, right?""Not at the concentrations of compounds you have absorbed. These changesare permanent. Your fundamental biochemistry has been altered now at agenetic level.""Fuck, man." Derrick didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He went quiet fora minute."Man, I really wanna touch myself", he whispered. "Let me loose so I cantouch myself, please!"The man circled the bed, looking appraisingly at Derrick."The thing is, Derrick, we are not quite finished yet. Transformations offers a total service and I wouldn't want you to go home half - umm - done, shall we say."Derrick shuddered. "Look man, I think this is just completely amazing, butit's enough. I look great like this, just what I always wanted. Any moreand I would be some sort of freak."As he spoke, Jackson moved closer again. "No, Derrick. Not a freak at all,just complete. But this next part is a bit tricky and I will need you to beawake and willing. I can help you relax to make it easier."Jackson picked up a small metal disc from the table nearby and started topass it back and forth in front of Derrick's eyes. Derrick watched as itcaught the light regularly, listening to the man urging him to relax.---------------------------------------------------------"Now, Derrick. You understand that you are hypnotised, don't you?". Derricknodded. "I want you to listen carefully to what I tell you and I need toknow that you want all this to happen. That you really want it. And when weare finished, I promise you will be very happy. Deal? "Derrick nodded with some hesitation. "OK, man," he said at last.Jackson paused a moment. He finally asked: "Can you remember, Derrick, whatyou said to your escort last night just before you passed out?""Sure, I said I would like to be just like him. God, he was so fantastic.That body.""That's right, you said you would like to be just like him. And you meantthat?""Hell, yeh. And now I am", he replied."No, not quite", Jackson answered patiently, as he unwrapped three loadedhypodermic syringes from the bedside table. "You seemed to be trying to saythat you would like to be a black man who is also a big bodybuilder. Atotally hot, black muscle giant. Isn't that true?"Silence for a minute. Derrick muttered a reply which was neither a yes orno."Well, Derrick, is that what you meant or not?", Jackson persisted.Images flooded through Derrick's mind half-conscious mind of all the blackbodybuilders he had lusted after at the gym, acknowledging just how much hewanted to be like them. And how the incredible presence of the escort lastnight had settled him finally in that wish."Yes," he groaned at last, "God yes, that is what I want."Jackson gently inserted the first hypo into one of the many prominent veinson the inside of Derrick's forearm and steadily emptied the contents intohis bloodstream. Derrick made a face but remained still."This first shot is to deal with some basic issues for you, Derrick. Skinand hair, mostly. It won't hurt at all. Shall I tell you about it is ithappens?"Derrick nodded slowly."Yes, it is a very arresting sight. Your skin is getting darker all over asI watch. In a minute or two it will have become a dark chocolate brown allover, except for the palms of your hands and the soles of your feet. Very... fetching. And that big dick of yours is several shades darker, almostcoal black. Your blond hair has fallen out. Your skull and jaw willgradually grow out in black hair, if you want to let it grow. Personally Ilike the bald-headed look on a man like you. You have already developed apair of thick black eyebrows. Short silky hair has formed in your pits anda small patch of wiry black pubes has cropped on your crotch. There is asilky coating on your balls too. You may want to keep them shaved later on- I know lots of bodybuilders like to do that. Good. That is about it forthis stage. You now have black skin Derrick. Congratulations."Jackson ran a hand over the silky dark skin on Derrick's new chest."All right now Derrick. This next shot will go deeper. It will address yourbasic physiognomy. You may feel a little discomfort for a while. Bear withme, though. It will pass." Jackson found another vein and emptied thesecond syringe into the man's arm.Derrick convulsed slight after a moment and began to thrash against hisrestraints as his body began to change further. Jackson noticed aperceptible lift to his hips as his glutes swelled and altered to produce aperfect high round bubble butt of two melon shaped halves, which juttedalmost shelf-like away from the base of his back. His fingers lengthened onsuddenly bigger hands. But the really significant changes were happening tohis face and head. Jackson watched in fascinated approval as Derrick'sskull rounded at the back and dipped sharply where it met his neck.Derrick's previously rather high forehead seemed to shrink visibly and hisbrow thickened. His cheekbones became more prominent, his nose flatter andbroader with flaring nostrils, his big almond eyes hooded with deeplyfolded lids. Finally, his lips thickened to a sensual new fullness,dominating his whole lower face.Jackson's voice shook very slightly when he next spoke. "Derrick, that hasworked very, very well. You are without doubt a very beautiful black mannow.""OK, Derrick breathed and at once flinched in surprise at the sound of hisown new gutturally deep voice.Jackson stood admiring the work so far. The white boy who had walkedthrough his door the day before was now transformed into a 275 lbblack bodybuilder. He leaned close to the bed, noticing the heat and deepmusky smell which now rolled off the big man's body. "Just one more shot,Derrick. OK?" An assenting grunt."This shot is really just to make sure you have, umm, fun. It will fix yoursex drive at a much higher level and also make you more sexuallyversatile. It will loosen your self-consciousness." (And wipe selectiveparts of your memory of how all this has happened, he observed silently tohimself.)The contents of the third needle emptied into Derrick's arm, Jackson satdown on a chair for exactly five minutes before rising to approach therecumbent muscle man."Derrick, I am going to end this hypnosis now. When you open your eyes, Iwill release your restraints, but I want you to be still for a minute ortwo before you get up. You may feel a little surprised at first. Derricknodded slowly.Jackson leaned forward, a smile of triumph spreading over his face as hemurmured in Derrick's ear: "Now, wake up, my man." He loosened the bigman's restraints and sat back to watch.Derrick opened his eyes and looked up to the mirror on the ceiling. Totallyfreaky, he thought. He grinned with a look of complete satisfaction andwonder at his powerful black body before turning to the attractive mansitting near him."Sup Doc?", he asked, speaking the words in a slight drawl as he tried toadjust to his newly full lips. He started to touch his muscles all over, asif to persuade himself that it was all really true. He whistled slowly,commenting almost to himself, "Would you look at me, man? A real musclebro now."All this activity produced an immediate response from his steadilythickening dick. "Fuck man, shouldn't I be covered up ...?",he ended lamely, looking up at Jackson for assistance.Jackson fished a very skimpy yellow pose pouch from his pocket and offeredit to Derrick. "You might just about get into this if you're quick", heoffered.Derrick struggled into the brief, managing to look more undressed with iton than when he had been naked, his pubes sticking out of the brief whereit sagged under the weight of his cock and balls."Guess I'm gonna need some new clothes," he said absently."Yes," Jackson agreed. "I hope you don't mind, I did some shopping on yourcredit card this morning. You can try on some of this stuff next door now,if you want. There's a full length mirror in there. I think it will fit youand I think you'll like it."Cool, thanks," Derrick said. He stood and walked experimentally around theroom, finding his new centre of gravity and getting used to the slightlyrolling gait which his big thighs created when he walked."Guess I best had get on home now", he said finally. His face clouded. "Yo,man? You don't happen to know where I live now, do you? I seem to haveforgot.""Same place as before, Derrick. The landlord understands you are sublettingfrom the owner. And with your new job managing your old gym- you're due tostart first thing Monday, by the way - you should be able to afford to movesomewhere nicer soon enough. All the paperwork is in the bag with theclothes."Derrick still seemed troubled. "What about my friends, family ...?" hetrailed off.Jackson shrugged. "Just go with the flow, Derrick, as I expect you wouldput it. And have a good time."Derrick seemed content enough with this and he grinned a toothy smile. He threwthe bag of clothes over one shoulder and turned to leave the room. Jacksonwatched his broad back and butt appreciatively. He halted just as hereached the doorway.Turning, he said "I guess I'll go try on some of this stuff before I checkoutta here, man." He winked. "You wanna help"?Jackson padded after him a couple of minutes later. He reached the doorwayto find Derrick struggling into a white lycra muscle T which looked paintedonto his torso. He was about to button the flies on his pants when hecaught sight of Jackson. Stepping close to him, he hefted his hardeningdick and balls in one hand suggestively, then raised a flexed bicep to hisface, licking it slowly with a long pink tongue."What do you think, man? You like what you see?"Jackson stepped into the erotically charged arms of the muscleman, findinghis lips for a passionate kiss as he began to fondle Derrick's thick ebonycock with one hand and stroke his muscles with the other. Oh yes, hethought, Catalog man No 9 has been a big success. A very good start to theproject. 2 12 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ro20316 Posted March 14, 2015 Share Posted March 14, 2015 interesting. He set up the website to make guys fantasies come true and permanent in the process. A way to test his experiment. I wonder why arent trhe changes permanent on him? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BRUTUS1 Posted March 14, 2015 Author Share Posted March 14, 2015 Thanks for reading. His changes are temporary because he gives himself a much weaker series of compounds than h then gives to Derrick. B Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Muscleace Posted March 14, 2015 Share Posted March 14, 2015 Very well done. Also looks very promising to become a series. Is there a future for that? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BRUTUS1 Posted March 14, 2015 Author Share Posted March 14, 2015 Very well done. Also looks very promising to become a series. Is there a future for that?Thanks - I'm thinking about more. Spoiled for choice about what types to pick out of the catalog next .... 3 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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