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Brad's Big Change
|Brad pulled into the parking lot at the gym and found a place to park. It was early and the lot wasn't very crowded. Walking across the lot he noticed a couple of the regulars he had seen yesterday, and they noticed him. He saw one nod in his direction, the other look, and he could just make out one of them saying, "That's the guy from yesterday." They both shared a look at each other that told Brad they found him extremely hot. These guys were big, really big, and yesterday Brad would have got a hard-on thinking about their size and attributes and whether or not he wanted to get that big. Now he knew he was much bigger than they were, and he knew why they kept staring at him. He walked slowly, fully enjoying the feeling of being out in the light of day, strutting through a public parking lot with his unbelievable new body on public display. Both his arms and his legs swung in wide arcs around his humongous mass as he walked. He could feel his cock and balls, so heavy and large, softly supported and clearly displayed by his thin, soft, stretch workout shorts, bouncing against and in front of his thick thighs with each step. His tank top was so deep cut and cropped so short that it felt like a halter just covering his giantically mounded pecs. His thick, deeply cut, hairy abs were exposed from the bottom of his rib cage to the top of his shorts, which rode low on his hips. He was getting stares from other guys in the parking lot and some across the street who saw him and stopped to gawk.
Inside the gym, in the lobby and then on his way to Gary's office, he kept hearing comments about his being "that guy from yesterday." His "performance" had obviously caused quite a stir. He also heard a couple guys comment on how much bigger he looked than he had before, how Gary must have given him a booster, how he was a big as Gary now. He liked what he was hearing. The tone of it all was that the other guys, who had all appeared so big and hot to him yesterday, in their various stages of musclular, genital and hirsute development, were envious of him now. He found Gary's office empty, and one of the staff guys in the hall told him Gary was in the gym working out. Brad went to the gym floor to find him. Gary was in front of a mirror watching himself do some standing curls. Brad was astonished by the number of plates Gary was hefting in each hand. As soon as Gary saw him, he finished his set and offered his weights to Brad to do a set. Brad stepped up to the challenge, not without second thoughts about the amount of weight, and found he had no problem hoisting them slowly, in perfect form, and lowering them even more slowly, easily maintaining complete control. Five reps, ten, twelve, and finally he began to feel the burn. It felt great. His biceps felt enormous and incredibly powerful. When he set the weights down, finishing the set at fifteen reps, Gary said to him, "You look fantastic, Brad. Looks like what I gave you took you where you wanted to be, didn't it? How do you like it?" As he spoke, he looked Brad over head to toe, pausing to drink in the sight of the bulging outlines of his genitals.
"You kidding? How do you think I like it? I fucking love it."
"Hey!" Gary turned and loudly addressed all the guys on the gym floor. "You guys all see Brad, our new guy from yesterday? We gave him another booster after that first dose of the new formula. What do you think?" He spoke like a ringmaster presenting Gary to them, and they responded with applause. Brad grinned and nodded his thanks, gave them a couple of poses which they applauded again.
"Can I talk to you for a minute, in your office?" Brad asked Gary when the commotion had quieted.
"You bet. I'm dying to see you in private," he winked.
No sooner were they inside the room with the door closed than both reached for the other's body, first the pecs, then the shoulders, the arms, and then a hot, hard embrace. As they explored the depths of each other's mouths with their tongues, their bodies pressed together, their huge cocks pushing against each other, instantly hard. For half an hour they uttered only expletives of lustful passion as they devoured each other, lost in hard muscle and musky scent, drinking deep, thrusting harder until they had shared three powerful orgasms.
Finally Gary spoke. "Whew. I can't believe I made you so hot! Now, you wanted to talk to me about something?"
Brad told Gary about Paul, how he had showed him his results this morning, how the hunky little seventeen year old junior bodybuilder had begged to be given a chance to try it himself. Brad explained that he was willing to pay whatever Gary felt it would take to buy Paul's fantasy for him. He told him about their past relationship, bodybuilding together, how Paul was straight, but so into men's muscular bodies. He wanted to watch it happen to Paul the way everyone at the gym had watched it happen to him. And he wanted to see how long Paul could maintain his straight act when the formula stared pumping his hormones. Gary thought that another guy going through the new fast morph would be a good experimental confirmation. He said they could also boost it so that it did the whole process in one dose, instead of holding back the way they had with Brad. "Bring him on over," he suggested, "and we'll give the guys here another good show."
"Well, that's the thing, Gary. I really want to do this with him in private at my place."
Gary balked. He was the one in control, he complained, and this stuff they were all doing was for the benefit of everyone. But Brad upped the fee he would pay, and Gary soon consented. Brad followed Gary to a room that turned out to be a lab kept under heavy lock and key. Gary measured liquids from a few vials into a beaker which he attached, by way of a machine that looked similar to a centrifuge, to a complex computer set-up. While Gary worked, Brad mentioned yesterday's conversation about further experiments, testing limits, going for more development. Had Gary thought about letting him participate? Gary said he thought it would be a great idea, that doing it together could be a very exciting party. Brad suggested that maybe it would be fun to include Paul, once he had been through the process, and the three of them could enjoy the party together. Gary reminded Brad that there were a lot of very hot guys right here at the gym who would gladly participate, if they wanted to include someone else. In fact, since yesterday, a lot of guys had asked when they would get to try what Brad had done. Brad told Gary that he would bring Paul by the gym later that day, after he was through "developing" him, and Gary could decide after he met him.
Once Brad was in possession of the vial of elixir that would morph Paul into the muscle god of his fantasies, he hurried back to his car and back to his apartment. He didn't ignore the many stares that his hugely exaggerated physique commanded. He couldn't. He was discovering that the feelings of extreme sexiness, horniness, exhibitionism would not dissipate in the slightest, and he absorbed the stupefied attention like sunlight on his bronzed skin, like primary nutrients flowing into his blood, nourishing a deep and insatiable hunger. But his attention stayed mainly on the hot teen bodybuilder waiting in his apartment.
When he got home, he found Paul in his gym room, lying on his back completing a set of bench presses, still nude.
"Okay, Paul. Sorry I took so long. I had to do some convincing to bring the stuff home here. They wanted me to bring you down there, but I knew you'd rather go through this in private."
Paul sat up. "Yeah, I guess. At least I know you." He looked down for a few seconds, then said, "I been wondering if I really want to do this. If I really want to become such a freak. Can't they give you stuff that does what it did to you but more, I don't know, more normal?"
"Tell you what, Paul. I had extreme doubts, too, but I can tell you that you'll love it, you'll love the way it feels. Besides, you practically begged me, and I paid a lot to get this for you." He held forward the vial of pale green fluid. "You're not going to chicken out on me, are you?"
"Is that it?"
"That's it. Here." He handed the vial to Paul, who took it and held it up, staring at it. "Just drink it down."
"What would I say to people when they see me? What would I tell my mom and dad?"
"Tell them the truth. Tell them you did this experimental growth drug, and it worked. What do you care, anyway? Did you worry about telling people you were doing steroids if they noticed you were gaining at an unnatural rate? I don't think so. You only cared about getting as big as possible as fast as possible. Right?"
"Yeah, I guess so." Paul didn't raise his eyes; he continued staring at the vial in his hand.
"Stand up a second and look at me, Paul."
"I know you're right, man," Paul said as he stood and finally took his eyes off the vial to look at Brad, "It's just that it's really a big thing."
Brad laughed. "You could say that."
He patted the long, thick bulge of his cock. This made Paul laugh, too. His smile was so cocky and cute, Brad thought, and he was so young. He had become quite a muscular hunk for a seventeen year old, but he still had that fresh attitude of a guy just coming into his sexual maturity, just ripening into a man. Brad knew he would ripen up nicely.
"Tell you the truth, man," Paul was looking Brad's body over now, looking at each massive muscle, the incredible thickness and flare of his overall shape, the unreal bulge of meat at his groin, "The way you look is like fantasies I've had, like when I'd get a hard-on looking at muscle magazines and wishing I could be even bigger than those guys."
"Yeah, I know. I had 'em, too."
Now Paul's dick started swelling and rising. "But it must be really weird to have such a big cock and balls."
"Yeah, I guess maybe it's pretty strange, but it's totally hot."
"It isn't embarrassing?"
"Do I look embarrassed to you, Paul?" His cock began to grow hard. He could feel it stretching the soft but confining fabric of his shorts, so he pulled them off, letting himself hang free, pushing his hand down through his thick bush to his cock, lifting it, exhibiting it for Paul, holding up for inspection as it grew harder, until it stood on its own.
Paul's penis became immediately, completely erect. "No."
"Look at you, man. I know you want to do it. You're totally turned on. Just drink it."
"Fuck, man, it makes me so nervous. Will it make me all hairy like you, too?"
"You're stalling, Paul. Here," Brad reached for the vial, "let me have that a second."
Paul let Brad take it. He removed the plastic screw top and handed the opened vial back to Paul. "Now just throw it back, man. One swallow. Do it."
Paul looked at the open vial in his hand for a second, then back at Brad.
"Fuck, man. Okay."
He stood paralyzed for just a second, drawing a short, sharp breath like someone about to jump into icy water, and then he tipped it into his mouth, fast, and swallowed before he could think about it any more.
"God. Oh God. Now what?"
"Nothing," Brad smiled widely, "just wait a little while. Want a beer? When you start to feel anything, tell me what you're feeling." "Yeah, I'll take a beer. How long before it starts to work? I can't believe I fucking did it. I can't believe I fucking took that stuff."
"But you did, Paul."
"Here I go, I guess, huh?"
"Here you go."
Brad went to fetch them each a beer. He was wearing only the cropped tank top now, stretched across his thick, wide torso. Moving his huge body across the apartment, his legs swinging their mass around each other, his stiff rod bouncing back and forth with each step as he walked, he marveled again at how profoundly sexy his body felt to him. He couldn't wait to see Paul start to grow. He felt so horny again that he wanted to jack off in the kitchen, but he knew the formula would hit Paul soon, and he decided to hold off until Paul's hormones started to surge. He wondered if, or when, Paul would ask him to take off his shirt. He wanted him to ask.
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