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Cover of Darkness

Celebration of 3k followers! Thank you all again for getting me this far, it really means a lot. Decided to write this eye-wateringly long 12k piece in celebration, so you have been warned if you hit 'read more'. Enjoy!

Mission 1 - Mission 2

“Come in Agent Lyons, please take a seat.” The handsome older man said as Killian strode into his boss’s office. “I take it you know why you’re here?”

Killian nodded. “Yes Sir. Mission briefing said long-term undercover work, but didn’t say where or for how long.”

His boss, who only ever known by his last name Andrews, smiled knowingly. “Well that’s what I wanted to bring you in here to talk about. You see, I wanted you to find out from me first where you’ll be undercover, knowing the consequences if you refuse.” Andrews idly fiddled with the gold and purple ring on his finger as he spoke; some family heirloom Killian knew he never removed. “You’re a good agent though, so I trust you’ll do what needs to be done.”

“Of course Sir, always.” Killian forced his best smile, but braced himself for the news to come.

This wasn’t standard procedure and he knew it. Andrews didn’t pull people into his office for mission briefings, he just didn’t. They collected the file, gathered what they needed and went on their way. It was that simple. So when something came in to upset that routine, Killian knew something was amiss.

“We’re sending you into the drug ring case Agent Butler is working.” Andrews said as if it wasn’t the huge bomb it was. “Which naturally means you’ll be subject to the undercover tech, though that won’t be anything new to you.”

Killian knew exactly what this meant. He knew now why his boss had broken the news to him in private too, because Killian wanted nothing more right now than to scream at his boss. He was, unfortunately, more polite than that though.

“You can’t really think I’m the right one to go undercover here Sir, can you? I’m hardly the right man to go deep cover in an all black drug ring, even with that new tech.” He was trying to be as diplomatic as possible with his choice of words, but inside he was seething. There was no way in fuck he wanted to be one of them for however long this mission was to last, not if he could help it. “Surely Butler is the obvious choice; he knows the case far better than me, he’s not seeing anyone, no family around. I don’t know how’d I’d break it to Jemma going on something this long…”

His boss’s eyes sparkled, as if he’d been expecting this reaction. “I don’t want to hear it, Lyons. I’m well aware of your… convictions, which is why I gave the handling of this case to Butler and not you in the first place. But now our hand has been forced and I'm assigning you to this since you're the only one not currently on mission. I’ve made the decision, so unless you want to lose your job and have your memory wiped of the last eight years with us, you’ll do as you’re told.”

Killian closed his eyes for a brief moment and sighed. Too much of his time had been invested in this job for him to give up everything he had earned. He’d have nothing if he didn’t do this. No job, no skills, nothing. He’d been backed into a corner with no choice but to accept the mission. To accept he was going to have to suffer through being a black man to infiltrate this gang and bring them down for good.

“Fine.” He huffed. “I’m not going to like it, but I guess I don’t really have a choice. Just any other mission, right?” Killian forced a smile, but it was a hollow one.

Andrews grinned. “Now that’s what I like to hear! I’m sure the mission will be over before you know it. You’ll be back home with Jemma in your regular life instead of the new black identity we’re going to give you.”

Killian stood up from the chair he’d been sitting in and grimaced. “Please don’t remind me Sir, I’d rather not think about this all more than I absolutely have to.”

“I’m sorry, Lyons. If I had another option, I’d take it. But as it stands, you’re the only one that fits the situation.” Andrews stood up too and gestured towards the door. “Shall we? The sooner we get you into this mission, the sooner it’ll all be over.”

“I guess so…” Killian said as he begrudgingly followed his boss out of the office. The short walk down to the labs on the lower levels was going to be one of the longest ever.

~~~

Barren and sterile was the best way Killian could describe the high-tech lab he was led into. It wasn’t somewhere he enjoyed being, and tended to avoid it unless absolutely necessary; the lifelessness of it all gave him the creeps. Harsh white walls and dark counters full of equipment Killian wasn’t paid enough to care about filled the large open-plan room he followed Andrews through. He tried to avoid the gaze of the scientists that all turned to look at him on route. Tried to ignore the whispers from those that both knew him and also knew what he was about to go through, what he would be subject to for the sake of this mission.

Andrews led him deep into the lab. As he crossed the large room, he slipped his phone out of his pocket and fired off a quick text to Jemma both explaining what he could and apologising for it all. Once done he slipped the phone back away and caught up with Andrews, who was waiting on the far side of the room. They went through a set of double doors and down a narrow corridor before they reached another set of doors that Andrews came to a stop outside of.

“Ready?” The older man said with a hand rested on the doors. “Suppose that doesn’t matter, you’ve already agreed.”

Killian tried to hide his mix of nerves and anger at the situation and nodded. “Yes Sir. I’ve left a message for Jemma, so I suppose there’s no time like the present to get this over with…”

Andrews stepped forwards and pushed the doors open to reveal a room he was all too familiar with. A translucent box-like machine stood in the centre of the room, surrounded by wires and cables that ran off to every corner of the large room. Screens attached to some of the cables with data Killian had never bothered to ask about lined the walls, with several scientists milling around.

As both men stepped inside and let the doors swing closed behind them, Andrews fell away to one side and let the scientists take over. They gave Killian a general run down of how the machine worked and what would happen to him, but it wasn’t anything he didn’t already know. This wasn’t the first time he’d used it, but any time before this had been small-scale one-off infiltration missions. A weekend spent as an older looking businessman to sway a deal; an afternoon as some roided up gym bro to acquire information and plant a tracking chip to name a few. This would be the longest he’d ever spent by far; an open-ended mission that would only finish when Andrews and Butler were satisfied they’d obtained all the information about the gang they needed.

Once the speech was over, Killian was guided over to somewhere he could strip out of his suit before they put him into the pod. It was just the same as he’d done each of the other times he’d been through this; clothes inside the machine had a habit of burning off so they’d long learned to get in naked.

Clothes removed, Killian turned to face the large grey box that held the fate that awaited him. It looked almost like a large tanning bed only vertical, and was big enough for a person to fit inside with plenty of extra space. The glass front slid open as he stepped closer to it, and Killian steeled his nerves. He hated every step he took forwards, but he knew with Andrews and the scientists watching he had no choice. Killian had to let that machine turn him into one of those thuggish black gang members.

“This better be a short mission…” He mumbled to himself as he took hold of the edge of the machine and slipped himself inside it.

The glass slid closed over the top of him and Killian braced for what was about to come. It wasn’t that the transformation hurt at all, it was quite pleasurable, it was the end result. But it was far, far too late to back out now. With the pod closed and the all too familiar sight of tiny needles that had appeared along the walls, he knew this was it.

Killian could feel the fluid under his skin as it ran out of the many needles. He was expecting to see the same neon orange under his skin as always with this process, only this time there was a deep, vibrant purple in his veins. It ran through his body and made his veins glow brighter than ever, which could only mean it was starting.

The sight of his body beneath him as he felt things kick into gear made Killian’s cock thicken with arousal. He hated the reaction a little with the end result he knew was coming, but it couldn’t be helped. He could see his lightly toned chest start to pulse and swell with each thrum of light from the fluid, as did much of the rest of his body.

With each pulse of the rich purple colour through the veins under his fair skin his body swelled and grew. He was no slouch in the gym, but this change reminded him of the gym bro he’d been recently. Every inch of him from his thighs to his shoulders were pushing out larger and thicker as he lay immobile. The power he felt rush through his body every second as he pulsed larger and wider had him rock hard, the sheer size he was packing on everywhere was more than he’d ever had before. Pecs started to block most of his vision of his lower body as they grew heavy with muscle; for a brief moment he thought he was growing breasts until his chest settled into a swollen masculine shape.

It wasn’t long before the dreaded moment came though. Just as the purple that flooded through his blood was darker than the usual vibrant light blue, so too did the tone of his skin tend. It made him shiver with revulsion with each thrum of darkness that spread out to cover his flesh, but it couldn’t be helped. Pale to a healthy tan as he reached the size he’d been as a muscled up jock a few missions ago, then beyond. As his skin darkened beyond what could reasonably be seen as a white man, so too did his muscles swell to the absolute limits of possibility. Larger and darker, further and further from his comfort zone with every second that passed. The deep purple shone through his unmistakably black skin and enormous muscular form, though he knew there was more to come.

For some reason the more sensitive parts always took the longest to change, but for the moment it was the only safe haven he had. For all of seconds longer though, as he could feel it as the purple fluid rushed up his neck and down over the length of his cock. The veins along his hard, still pale shaft glowed with the same vibrant purple as the rest of his body. As with the rest of him the light thrummed under his length, and Killian moaned out as he watched it grow larger and darker like the rest of him had. The stereotype he’d heard of black people being more well endowed than average seemed true as he stretched out from average to almost twice his original size and girth. His cock and balls were massive just as he was; even he had to admit he kind of enjoyed the idea of being more hung than he’d ever been before, even if it was in such unfortunate circumstances.

His head was the last touch to the body he’d spend the rest of this mission in. The same veins of purple danced under his vision as his handsome white face was swept over and replaced, richer and darker just as the rest of him had been. Thicker lips, a wider nose, a dense beard and tightly curled afro, all of it was drawn out of Killian to complete his new black appearance. There was no trace of the former white agent’s body left as the pod slid open once more and the new black stud stumbled out.

Killian grabbed his head and groaned as he struggled to find his balance. Getting bigger always threw him off, but this was an extreme. This body he was now stuck in was bigger than anything he’d experienced before, so it took him a second to right himself and clumsily attempt to cover himself up.

Andrews stepped forwards once Killian had caught his balance and covered his massive endowment with his hands. “There, not so bad huh Killian?” He flicked open a small stack of papers Killian hadn’t seen before, glanced at them, then back up at Killian. “Or, I suppose I should be calling you Jamal now. Jamal Rivers to be specific. That’s the identity we have set up for you.”

Killian groaned in discomfort and tried not to look down at himself. “Jamal Rivers? You’ve got to be fucking kidding me…”

“Unfortunately not Jamal. That’s the mission you've agreed to, you can read about it in more detail and get up to date on the drive to your new place.” Andrews dropped the papers he’d been holding down on a workbench behind him, then gestured at one of the far walls. “You’ll be given the appropriate clothing to wear of course, which admittedly won’t be much with the route we had to take to get you in.”

“Great, thanks boss.” He forced out, though it didn’t come off nearly as nicely as he had hoped it would.

Andrews thought didn’t seem to take offence. “Come on agent, look alive. You’ve got a role to play, and I trust you’ll play it well despite your opinions on the matter.” Andrews stepped back and turned halfway towards the doors. “Now, get yourself dressed and head out. A car will drop you off close by to where you’ll be staying, you can leave the file in there once you’re done reading through it on the way over. Don’t forget to send regular updates to me about your progress, oh and loop Cynthia in too.”

“Cynthia? As in, your boss Cynthia?” Killian questioned. He’d never reported to her before, so any now puzzled him.

“She’s expressed interest in getting this particular case solved. Since it’s been open so long, and this is one of the largest undercover operations we’ve taken in a while, send your reports to both of us. I’ll make sure her private channel is enabled for you on your new phone.” Andrews placed his hand on one of the doors and pushed it open a crack. “Though, don’t expect much from her. You’ll hear from me mostly, it’s really just a formality.”

Killian just nodded as Andrews left. “Fucking great…” He sighed in his new gravelly voice.

He pointedly ignored the large mirror on the wall of the changing room as he dressed in the worn clothes he was given. He’d have to look at himself eventually, he wasn’t a fool, but the longer he could put off facing the reality of his situation the better. He wasn’t some huge black brute, those weren’t his hands that pulled up his jeans, it was all fake. This was all some cruel twist of fate, and Killian wasn’t in the least bit pleased.

That was of course until his phone vibrated with a text from Jemma. The phone he’d have to leave here in favour of the new one set up for this mission. The text wished him well and hoped he’d be out of it soon, as well as asked for a cheeky look at his undercover self. It was against protocol to even be talking to her now, and he’d rather not face the mirror, but for her he could do it. He didn’t know how long it would be before he saw her again, so this could be the last chance in months, if ever.

He looked up and grimaced at his reflection in the mirror, then schooled his expression and snapped a quick picture for her. He wished he could talk things through more with her, beg her to wait for him even though he knew the short notice deep cover was a lot to deal with, but he was out of time. He had to finish up dressing and leave, much to his dismay.

This goddamn job was going to kill this relationship just as it had the last one Killian feared. He swiped up the file Andrews had left and headed out, all the while wondering if he’d ever manage a relationship that wouldn’t be ruined by his work.

~~~

Killian folded his arms and scowled as he stood outside the door to the apartment he was told was his new place.

It had all been set up in advance he’d found out from the more detailed mission file he’d been given to read on the drive over by Andrews. A rookie agent had been tasked with using the form he was in now and hanging around the streets where the gang was most active. Homeless was the story they were going with. Evicted from his home with no compensation when the land was sold to a real estate development company looking to put luxury condos in place of the rundown, mostly rented units that were currently there. So ‘Jamal’, with no apparent family to turn to, had been forced onto the streets with only the handful of possessions he’d been able to carry. Someone had approached the rookie agent a couple of days ago and offered him a deal according to the report; work as general muscle for the gang and we’ll give you a place to live.

It was flawlessly pulled off, and the rookie had done a good job. Why he couldn’t stay in the job instead of him Killian didn’t know, all he could guess was he unfortunately had much more experience. There was a big difference between having to sit around on the street and parrot back a scripted history than having to completely fake an entire persona.

So here he was. Stood outside the apartment of whoever from this gang they were putting him up with and waiting for the dude to answer the damn door.

A couple of frustrating minutes later the door swung open and Killian was met with a sight he hadn’t been prepared for. The man that answered wasn’t the typical thug he had expected. Instead he looked modern and trendy, with tattoos and piercings, mid length dreadlocks and was shirtless to top it all off. It threw him off for a moment, since this dude was about as far from the weed smoking, gun wielding gang member he had assumed he’d be shacked up with.

“Yo! You must be Jamal right? Come in bro, I’ll show ya around.” The dude said, then stepped back from the door and disappeared inside.

Killian took a split second to remember he was Jamal now, then took the unspoken cue and followed the guy inside. The door clicked closed behind him when he gave it a nudge with his foot, but he barely heard it as he glanced around. He strolled after the mystery dude and followed him through a door opposite a set of stairs into what had to be the living room of the apartment. What apartment had stairs he didn’t know, but whoever this guy was he clearly had the money for a nice place.

“So yeah, this is me. Well, us now I guess!” His new roommate said as he turned and rested against the window ledge. “Oh, and the name’s Orion in case you didn’t already get told.”

The place was decently sized and well furnished, and even had a good view of the city. Clean, well upholstered furniture covered the living room he now found himself in, and just reaffirmed the oddness of this whole thing compared to what he had expected. Then there was the city. He’d suspected something on the ride over, but now as he looked out the window behind Orion he was sure of it. This was nowhere near where he knew the gang occupied, so why this guy who was supposedly a member lived so far out he wasn’t sure.

When Killian didn’t respond, Orion looked out the window where he was looking. His eyes widened knowingly and he nodded. “I don’t like mixing business with pleasure ya know man? Worked and lived over that part of town for a few years, and honestly it sucked. Having somewhere far enough away that I can take a real break and just vibe is really what I needed ya get me?”

Killian finally came to his senses and nodded. “I, ummm, yeah I get you. Business can really fuck up pleasure sometimes huh?” His mind drifted to his girlfriend and the burning fire that relationship was probably now going to go down in. “Some separation is gonna be nice, yeah.”

Orion smiled. “I’ll hook you up with the guys you'll be working for tomorrow morning, but for now you probably want a shower and a change of clothes yeah?” His eyes flicked to the bag on Killian’s back. “Leave that wherever, just as much your place as mine now.”

“Yeah, that’d be great.” Killian dropped the bag by the sofa, then followed as Orion led him off deeper into the flat.

As Orion gave him a tour upstairs, Killian couldn’t help but think about everything that had happened today. Orion wasn’t anything like he’d expected, he actually seemed like an alright guy. For a black gang member anyway. He wasn’t saying he liked the guy, far from it, but if there was any black dude he was going to tolerate for the length of this mission Orion wasn’t the worst.

“So yeah, bathroom is through there if you wanna shower.” Orion pointed at the door on his right, then at the one directly in front of him a few feet down the corridor. “Help yourself to my clothes through there. Your room is just past mine on the left.”

Killian glanced at where the corridor bent around to the left just past the door Orion identified as his room. He’d check that out later, but now a shower wasn’t the worst idea. Usually he’d have taken one after the shifting process, since it tended to leave the body all sweaty from exertion, but the lack of one was supposed to help with the authenticity of the homeless ruse.

“Great, cheers bro.” He replied with a slight forced smile.

Orion grinned back and slapped a hand down on Killian’s massive shoulder. “Don’t sweat it Jamal. Us dudes gotta stick together yeah?”

Killian huffed out a wordless reply, then turned and headed into the bathroom.

Once inside he locked the door and shrugged out of the ratty clothes he’d been given to wear. He knew a shower meant he’d have to once again face the reality of his situation, but there wasn’t a lot he could do. He’d just have to suck it up and get on with the mission quickly so he could get out of here quickly. Clothes discarded by the bathroom door, Killian turned the spray on and slipped in under the scalding heat.

He didn’t want to spend longer than he had to staring at his own naked body, so Killian tried to make short work. As short work of washing himself as he was able to when his shoulders almost completely filled the shower. Turning was hard, just as he struggled to lift his arms in the small space to wash his pits.

“Stupid fucking body… Stupid fucking shower…” He growled when he smacked his elbow against the wall.

As he soaped himself up, Killian felt his cock starting to get hard. The slightest throb as his hand travelled down over his meaty chest, a remnant he knew from the process of the transformation. It always left him wired, and more often than not he’d get it out of his system in one way or another fairly fast. Now though he forced himself to just ignore it and focus on the water. Touching that thing between his legs wasn’t what he wanted to do; even if it was his and tempting as fuck because of the size he’d prefer not to be stroking a black cock if he could avoid it.

Instead he switched the shower from scalding hot to freezing cold and let that wash his arousal away. As he adjusted to the new temperature he finished off what he had left of himself to clean. He tried to stay as clinical and efficient as he could with it all, the less he thought and the more he just got on with it the less annoyed he’d get. That and it would get him out of the ice cold water he was forcing himself through sooner.

There was already a spare white towel hung on a heated rack by the too small cubicle when Killian stepped out. He swiped it up and dried off a little, then slung it around his waist. It only barely fit, but it’d survive the short walk from the bathroom to Orion’s room for something to wear. With how crazy big he was Killian was ever so slightly concerned if there would even be anything reasonably sized.

There wasn’t.

Killian tried several different things, but he was so ridiculously massive now and Orion’s wardrobe was full of stuff on the tighter, trendier end of things. So nothing that would fit him, besides underwear. It was pretty much the last thing he wanted to do, but Killian was forced to pull some underwear on and traipse back downstairs, since he’d accidentally destroyed and subsequently binned his old clothes when he’d caught them on the door handle on the way in. He’d have to get used to his new strength.

“Bro, there’s nothing that fits!” He shouted as he stomped back down the stairs.

When he got to the living room again he paused in the door in just the purple briefs. Orion looked up with wide eyes, and Killian could see it. That familiar hunger that he’d seen on some of the dudes he’d had to fuck for missions in the past. The look that roamed over whatever body he was in like they were eating him up, and that was exactly what flashed over Orion’s face for a moment. As much as he didn’t enjoy being stared at like a piece of meat, he tried his best not to react and files that information away for later; maybe he could use that to get info out of the guy.

“Ah, yeah sorry man I should have thought of that.” Orion smiled apologetically but didn’t take his eyes off Killian’s massive chest. “My shit will be too small, though I might have something from an ex laying around somewhere that’d fit.” He pushed himself up off the sofa and stepped towards where Killian was standing in the door. “Hold tight here Jamal and I’ll go grab what I can yeah?”

Killian forced himself to nod in recognition at getting addressed once again as Jamal. “Yeah, sure man, thanks.” He said as he slumped down on the sofa and pulled his bag over.

The new crummy phone they’d given him was inside, and it was high time he checked in and gave them confirmation he’d arrived and was in place whilst he was alone. Killian sighed as he pulled it out and switched the thing on; this was going to be one hell of an undercover mission.

~~~

The next few months for Killian went far smoother and easier than he had expected. He had assumed ‘general muscle’ meant he’d have to act the part of the typical violent criminal; stealing, beating people up and general mayhem. Only he’d found he spent more of his time as a driver for the higher ups and being stood around to look intimidating. His biggest issue was he hadn’t been able to gather all that much information yet. Despite being around a lot of the guys that seemed to run the gang, they were always very private when they were talking business. Hushed whispers he was always stationed too far away to hear as the new guy, and that was if he was even in the same room. They spent a lot of time at clubs the gang owned, clubs he could only assume had to be a front for some type of drug ring.

Besides the work though, there were other things he noticed. Chief among them how people looked at him. He’d be walking down the street and people would cross to avoid him; he’d get stopped and searched by cops on his way home from the gym for no good reason; even little things like getting passed up by store employees in favour of dealing with the white customers first. It was the little things that pissed him off, and it took a good couple of months for Killian to realise why. It hadn’t even crossed his mind that all this was happening because he was in a black body now.

He’d also rather regrettably become far more used to his own reflection. Killian wasn’t exactly pleased at the familiarity he felt when someone called out the name ‘Jamal’, or by the loss of discomfort from his own reflection, but after so many months he couldn’t be surprised. And, if he had to be honest, this body wasn’t the most terrible thing ever. Sure he wasn’t a huge fan of being black, but he couldn’t deny it had grown on him a little; at least enough that he didn’t want to claw his own skin off anymore. He still wanted to go back to being his regular white self at the end of this damn mission, but being an admittedly attractive black man was better than being some ugly nerd or god forbid a woman. He had a cock, and a big one at that, he had muscles on top of muscles, and was overall not bad looking at all. For a black man.

~~~

“You really think us going to the gym together is a good idea man?” Killian said as he followed Orion through rows of equipment.

Orion glanced over his shoulder and grinned. “Of course it is Jamal! Come on, we’ve been roomies for how many months now, and not once have we worked out together.” He paused by one of the machines and gave Killian’s massive chest a friendly slap. “Guy as big as you, I bet you’ve got some great workout tips for me.”

As much as he wanted to say he didn’t, Killian probably could help Orion out a little in the workout department. He’d taken to it like a fish to water over the last few months, but that was often the case for new bodies like this one. There was always some level of instinct when working out in a customised body, and that combined with the amount of them he’d been in for various undercover missions over the years he’d picked up a lot.

“Yeah, I suppose I could help your skinny ass out.” Killian grinned back at Orion.

Killian slapped a hand down on Orion’s shoulder and gave it a squeeze. “Let’s get to it then yeah man? Having a regular spotter is pretty useful if this is gonna be a thing.”

As the two got started with their chest workout, Killian couldn’t help but dwell on his growing friendship with Orion. To begin with he wanted nothing to do with the man unless absolutely necessary for work stuff. Distant and focused on his work was the vibe he curated, but Orion hadn’t let that stop him. The guy was almost too friendly for his own good. It had worked though, and Killian hadn’t been able to help but let the dude in. They ate breakfast together most days, sat around and watched movies, Orion had even persuaded him to get into smoking weed together occasionally somehow. He told himself at first it was all only for the mission, but part of him knew that wasn’t true. Orion, despite Killian’s reservations, was a nice dude and a decent friend.

And it seemed, a beast in the gym.

“Fucking hell Jamal, how much do you bench?! Crazy shit, but I bet you could go higher.” Orion said as he loaded another plate on each side of the bar Killian had been lifting rather effortlessly.

Despite being able to lift heavier than the other man, Orion’s stamina and drive to keep going harder was endless. More weight, more reps, heavier and harder than Killian usually went alone. It felt good though, because in turn he pushed right back. Encouraged and spotted Orion through the few reps at the heavier weights he tried, and gave him the odd little bit of advice on how to hold himself or which exercises to do. It was all together, far better than working out alone.

“Dude, we’ve got to do this more often!” Orion had the widest smile on his face as they stood together on the gym floor once their workouts were done. “That absolutely killed man.”

Jamal smiled. “Yeah, I actually think I’d like that.” He said genuinely.

As the pair left the gym, Killian barely noticed how he’d thought of himself as Jamal instead of Killian for a moment. For a brief second he’d just been a black jock working out with his roommate instead of a secret agent on a mission. He’d felt closer to being Jamal who had just enjoyed a workout with a friend instead of Killian trying to make progress with a target. And it hadn’t felt wrong enough for him to even notice.

~~~

As it turned out, that trend only continued over the coming months. Killian repeatedly had moments where things just felt natural as Jamal as he had in the gym. At first they were small enough little blips he didn’t notice them, but that only lasted a week or so. After that he began to notice how easily he sometimes responded to being called Jamal, how he didn’t feel lost and out of place in his body every morning when he woke up. And it only grew as the months went on. Every week that passed he felt more and more settled in his skin; it was a feeling he knew he should probably hate but couldn’t bring himself to.

The more time he spent on this mission, the more Killian saw that the people he’d been assigned to investigate were just normal dudes. They drank, they joked around, they worked out just like he did. They were nice too. He’d realised he felt like he was being held at arm's length from them because he was holding himself there, not the other way around. Killian had wanted so strongly not to be around the black dudes unless he had to he’d made himself come off as cold, so once he started letting himself do it he saw them for who they really were. Just people. Not drugged up thugs, not violent criminals, just regular people running a regular business.

All of it made him think hard. All the time he spent with Orion, the moments where feeling like Jamal was easy, every time he saw his new face reflected back at him. He was committed to the mission, of course he was, but there just wasn’t anything to find. Almost nine months had shown him that much. That and maybe he’d been wrong about his less favourable opinions of people that weren’t white like he used to be. They were just trying to get by like he was; and he’d been one of them for over half a year now too. He was black, and he didn’t dislike that idea as much as he used to anymore, if at all. He could be Jamal.

~~~

“Come on Orion, where the hell are you taking me??” Jamal called after the other man. That name had felt much more his in recent months, so Killian was making an attempt to think of himself that way. “We’ve been walking for like 20 minutes!”

Orion paused and rested back against the abandoned trailer he’d been about to walk past. “Not been getting your cardio in?” His eyes glinted with mischief. “Big lug like you, I’m not surprised you can’t keep up in this summer heat.”

Jamal scoffed and jogged to catch up to Orion. He could feel the other man’s eyes on his chest over the short distance, though he couldn’t exactly blame him. There wasn’t anywhere else to really look when his chest bounced around like crazy with each step. He’d seen the way Orion looked at him sometimes, the odd little glance when they were working out or after he came out of the shower. He knew Orion was gay, he’d suspected as much for a while. It used to bother him a lot more than it did now. Now he’d seen what a solid dude his roommate was.

“I can keep up just fine.” He said as he stood now beside Orion. “Now where the hell are we going bro? I’m sweating up a storm, it’s fucking roasting out here.”

Orion’s eyes flicked over Killian’s sweat slicked body and he smirked. “You’ll see, it’s just around this corner I promise.”

He glanced down at the hand Orion offered and gladly took it. He was curious just what the hell the man wanted to show him, and why they couldn’t just drive there. Orion smiled and tugged their joined hands, and Killian, Jamal, stumbled after his roommate. Just as promised, Orion tugged him down past the abandoned trailer before they came to a stop. It had been obscured by the slope of the hill they’d just walked up then the trailer, but now he could see why Orion had made such a fuss about coming out here.

Below them was a gorgeous view of the city. The sun was just beginning to set which made the light dance through the glass of the buildings perfectly. He hadn’t realised this hill that overlooked the city had been here, or that it was so close to their apartment. The view was stunning if Jamal had to describe it; everything below looked far smaller as the city glistened in the sunlight.

“I used to come up here all the time when I was a kid, still do sometimes when I’m stressed.” Orion’s voice from beside him said after a couple of moments passed. “Just run away and let the size of it all put things into perspective.”

Jamal glanced to his left where Orion was standing and gazing out at the city. There was a small, soft smile on his face, and a satisfied look in his eyes. This place clearly did mean a lot to him. The late early evening light framed his profile in a way that highlighted every defined inch of his handsome features; a couple of beads of sweat trickled down over his defined pecs and down the grooves of his abs. Killian had never seen anyone more beautiful.

The realisation hit him like a ton of bricks. He couldn’t deny it was true either. That was the worst, or perhaps best, thing about it. Jamal knew he’d never found anyone as attractive as he did Orion. Sure, he’d had sex with plenty of men before, but that was only for work. Or, that’s what he’d always thought anyway. Now he wasn’t so sure.

Orion glanced over and frowned. “What? Do I have something on my face or something?”

“No, no it’s nothing.” Jamal waved a dismissive hand and looked back out at the city. “I see why you like this place. It’s relaxing in a way.”

“It is, isn’t it? Always sort of been my happy place.” Orion said wistfully.

“Well… I’m glad you felt like sharing it with me.”

Orion’s eyes flicked back over, and that same small smile way back. “Always man, always.”

Jamal felt a warmth swell within his chest as he held his roommate's gaze. He felt more for this man than he first realised, and it was only now hitting him.

~~~

He had it bad for Orion. That was his biggest take away from the next few months. Jamal felt like a schoolgirl that had her first crush on a boy, which wasn’t far off accurate. This was the first time he’d had any sort of desire for a man beyond just a random hard fuck, and it threw him. At first he didn’t quite know what to do with himself when Orion was around, but after a little while he realised all he had to do was be normal.

So he made more of an effort to make time outside work and the pointless mission to spend with Orion. They worked out together regularly still, had for a long time, but outside that he made more of an effort to eat with Orion, hang out and watch stuff, anything to be closer. Just spent time with him like anyone else would, Orion being a dude didn’t change what he had to do with his emotions, even if this was new territory.

And it seemed to work. Whether it was conscious or not, Orion noticed how much more time he and Jamal spent together. Both men started subtly flirting with each other in little ways, a touch that lingered slightly too long or a compliment where there wouldn’t have been one before. Neither made a concrete move on the other though. Just allowed the heat between them to simmer under the surface of every interaction; the only question was when would that heat bubble over?

~~~

“Room for one more in there?” Orion said from his position rested against Jamal’s bedroom door.

Jamal looked up from where he was sprawled out on his bed and smiled at Orion. “If you’re a cuddler then sure.”

Orion stepped wordlessly closer as the larger man shuffled himself over on the bed. The towel around his waist almost slipped off, so he grabbed it as Orion took a seat on the corner. That same unspoken air of tension hung between the two, the same one that'd been there for the last several months. Jamal wasn’t an idiot; he knew what it was. He’d known for a while what he felt for his roommate, ever since that day on the hill, even if it had seemed unbelievable when all this started. They’d danced around it for at least a couple of months, if not longer, when lingering eyes and flirtatious comments had become a daily, if not hourly occurrence.

He should have seen this coming when he’d realised early in the mission that Orion was gay, but back then he hadn’t been able to even fathom the possibility of being where he was now. Back then he still hated everything about the mission and his body, and was about a million miles deep in the closet. He’d never had any desire for anything more with a man than friendship, and only ever had sex with them when he needed to. Orion had changed all that though. Jamal had been given a chance to open his eyes, and his heart to something he’d been taught he shouldn’t want. He was a man, it was his duty to be strong and raise a family with a loving wife, that’s what his father had always said. Only now he’d met a guy that was friendly, smart, and objectively attractive now he’d learned how backwards he used to be.

He was snapped out of his thoughts when a voice, Orion’s voice, spoke from beside him. “Aren’t you meant to be somewhere tonight? I know the guys have something going on, you’re usually there for backup, aren’t you?”

Jamal nodded. “Yeah, I’m not in a rush though. Won’t really get going until later probably so I’ve got time.” He rolled his head to the side and let his eyes roll up Orion’s side to his face. “Besides, I’ve got a nice view here so why move?”

Orion snorted out a laugh. “Damn, coming right out swinging huh? You’re really on your flirt game today, straight boy.”

The slight laugh from Orion continued as he slapped a hand down on Jamal’s beefy chest. It was meant to be a playful swat, but instead of letting Orion pull his hand away Jamal caught it and held it there.

“About that. I’m a little less straight than you think…”

Orion blinked. “What exactly do you mean by ‘a little less straight’ Jamal?”

“I mean…” Jamal paused. He wasn’t exactly sure what to say to that. He knew he wasn’t completely straight, not when it came to Orion, but beyond that he hadn’t really thought about it. Was he gay? Bi? He didn’t know. “Well, why did you think I was straight?” He countered.

“I guess you only ever mentioned you used to have a girlfriend, so I naturally assumed…” Orion trailed off and fixed his gaze down at their joined hands.

“That I was a pussy obsessed straight man, allergic to the touch of another man?” Jamal finished for him. “I thought so too, then I met you. Now…” Jamal squeezed their shared hands. “Now this is the least of it.”

Orion laughed. “The least of it? You should tell me more, because I’ve been fantasising about you since the moment you walked into the living room in only my underwear that first day.”

Jamal blushed slightly. He’d hated every moment of that day back then, but now he could only see it as the first day of freedom from the man society had told him to be. Things were different now though. This last year had opened his eyes to a lot of things he’d never thought about or experienced before, and he was better for it now Orion had opened up that tough shell of his. Though, there was still one thing he hadn’t mentioned. One thing that was killing him to keep hidden from the man he’d grown attached to.

“I’m an undercover spy.” He blurted out before he could stop himself.

Orion blinked, then frowned. “Sorry, what? Can you say that again for me?”

“I’m a spy. Undercover.” Jamal repeated. “All this feelings talk… I don’t think I could carry it on without coming clean.”

Orion shifted on the bed until he was laying down almost on top of Jamal, their hands still clasped. “You’re going to have to do some explaining, because right now I think you’re having me on.”

So that’s what he did. He explained all about the technology that put him in this body, about what he’d been asked to do, and even about his life before this. His phone served as proof enough with all the history of reports back to Andrews, even if those reports conveyed no actual useful information. Jamal knew he couldn’t keep lying to Orion, not when they’d grown so close, not when he held the feelings he did. Once he was finished, Jamal waited nervously for a response. Rejection was what he was expecting, and would be the most understandable reaction given he’d basically just admitted to betraying his trust. He didn’t know what this meant for the mission, but he couldn’t keep lying.

“Is it weird if I think that’s stupidly hot?” Orion said.

Jamal blinked. That hadn’t been what he was expecting at all. “Is it- huh? What?”

Orion shuffled up a little and kissed Jamal’s cheek. “You used to be some racist white asshole, and now you’re here admitting you’ve got feelings for me? That’s hot.”

“What about the whole spy thing?”

“I mean, you’ve seen it this last year just as much as me. We’re not doing anything illegal, it’s just a group of dudes that run a few clubs and hang out.” Orion shrugged a little. “You almost said as much in those reports; you’ve been at this a year and found nothing, because there’s nothing to find.”

“So… Us? We’re good?” Jamal said nervously.

“We’re good. Despite what you might think, you haven’t actually done anything to fuck me over, and who you were doesn’t matter.” With his free hand, Orion softly stroked a thumb back and forth across Jamal’s cheek. “It’s who you are now I care about. And if you really were like you said you were before, then I’m impressed with how far you’ve come, how much you’ve grown.”

Jamal breathed a sigh of relief. Having the secret he’d been carrying for the last year off his chest at last felt good. Better than good. “Grown is right. You should have seen what my old self looked like, I was less than half the size I am now.” He said, far more relaxed now than he was moments ago.

“Really? I’d never have guessed.” Orion squeezed Jamal’s pec under his hand a little and smirked. “Honestly, I wouldn’t have even guessed you weren’t black before this. You're one hell of an actor huh?”

Jamal shrugged slightly. “Well, it’s not really an act anymore. It’s strange, but I suppose spending a year like this will change a person.”

“Change for the better if you ask me.”

Jamal smiled softly down at Orion. “I’d agree with you on that one.”

“Now you better get going huh? You’ve got places to be.” Orion said as he pushed himself up.

“Fuck no.” Jamal wrapped his arms around the other man’s waist and pulled him back down. “They’ll be fine without me for a night. I’d rather be here.”

It was Orion’s turn to get flustered. “Really? Well… If that’s the case, then we’ve got a lot of catching up to do huh?” He said with an unmistakable glint in his eyes.

Jamal thrust his hips up to grind their cocks together as they grew harder. “Months worth of catching up. Better show me my way around a black cock shouldn’t you?”

Orion grinned. “Oh I’ll be sure to show you. You’ve got a lot to learn about being black Jamal.” He lifted his hips and slipped his shorts and underwear off, then crawled his way up Jamal’s body. “And I think I know exactly where to start.”

Jamal raised an eyebrow as the other man grew closer. “Oh? And what’s that?”

Orion’s cheeky grin only grew wider as he came to sit on Jamal’s massive chest. “Well, I think you owe me an apology, after all you lied to me for a good several months.” Orion shuffled forwards and gave his rock hard cock a few strokes until the head brushed against Jamal’s lips. “A lesson and an apology all in one, how about that?”

“You want me to-”

Jamal was cut off as Orion’s cock slipped past his plump lips. He was taken by surprise, but the horny, cheeky look on the face of the man above him said everything. This was a game, and it was one he was happy to play. He grabbed Orion’s hips and pulled the hunk closer, which forced his cock deeper into Jamal’s mouth.

Above him, Orion groaned low and deep. “Damn… You can suck cock can’t you? Sure you were straight before all this?”

Jamal’s only response was to suck Orion’s cock down to the root, right deep into his throat. This wasn’t his first time having sex with a dude, far from it, so he had plenty of experience to tap into. Though, this was his first time with a man he actually cared about. The first time he’d sucked a cock that he wanted to please rather than just for a mission. So, as he sucked and swirled his tongue around the head, Jamal did his absolute best to please Orion.

“Think that’s as good of a no as I’m gonna get, no straight boy sucks cock this good!” Orion said as he thrust his hips a little into Jamal’s mouth.

The room was filled with Orion’s moans. Each deep groan of pleasure drove Jamal on and pushed him to suck harder; Orion’s moans sounded beautiful and he wanted as many of them as he could get. Those moans were cut off though, much to his dismay, when he watched the body above him start to move. Legs swung over his head and the cock in his mouth twisted around, then all of a sudden he felt a warm mouth on his own hard cock.

Jamal’s eyes widened and he moaned around the cock in his mouth. That moan made Orion shift his hips down involuntarily into Jamal’s mouth, which set both men in motion to suck each other off like no tomorrow. They fell into a good rhythm with each other as both thrusted into the other’s mouth and in turn sucked the cock in theirs, forming a horny pile of gorgeous black muscle. Jamal had never had sex quite like this before. Not with his ex-girlfriend, not with any of the dude’s he’d hooked up with for missions.

As the two black hunks continued to 69, both could feel the end coming. Jamal had to try his absolute hardest to not cum from how mind blowing sex with intense emotion was, and he could tell by the way Orion moved he wasn’t far off either. Any second both of them would explode and Jamal would get his first of what he hoped to be many loads of cum from Orion.

A long moaning sound around his cock was the only warning Jamal got before warm cum hit the back of his throat. It was salty and not a taste he usually enjoyed the few times he’d sucked men off in the past, now it was different though. Now he couldn’t get enough of the cum that was flooding into his mouth and swallowed it all eagerly. Or, at least as much of it as he was physically able to with how much there was. Seconds later he too blew his load as Orion finally finished shooting in what felt like his first real experience of sex with another dude.

Orion collapsed down on top of Jamal and rolled himself so they were face to face again after they’d both spent a minute recovering. “So? Enjoy?”

Jamal nodded. “Never had better sex, like holy fuck was that shit intense.” He said, then pulled Orion into a brief sweet kiss.

Once they parted Orion smiled as he rested his head on Jamal’s massive chest. “We’re sharing a room now, yeah? Ain’t no way I want to sleep alone if I’ve got you to curl up to.”

“One fuck and you already want to move in together? Damn, you gay men move fast don’t you?” He received a hard slap on his free pec in response, which made him chuckle. “Yeah, we can share a room. I suppose we’ll do it accidentally anyway after all the sex I imagine that’s going to happen…”

“You’re learning, that’s good.” Orion grinned up at him. “This is only the beginning. Now you’re mine there's so much to do together.”

“We’ve got all the time in the world.” Jamal kissed the top of Orion’s head. “All the time we want together.”

~~~

The next few weeks were a whirlwind of emotions. Jamal had never actually dated a man before; he’d fucked plenty for work, but this was new territory. It was easy though. Being affectionate with Orion came more naturally than the previously straight man thought it would be. They kissed, they cuddled, they even shared a bed almost every night after they fucked. It was suffice to say they had a lot of sex. A lot of hard, sweaty sex that ended with a variety of surfaces in their shared apartment covered in cum. He hadn’t known how nice it could feel to be doing all this with someone he cared about more than any girl he’d dated in the past.

It wasn’t all happy days though. A girl had been killed the day Jamal skipped out on work to be with Orion, and not just any girl. The daughter of the police chief. None of the gang knew where the gun had come from or why security had missed it, but shots had been fired by someone in one of the clubs and hit her. Then, somehow, Jamal was dragged into the station and accused of being the one that fired the shot. His alibi was solid though; the guy on reception at his and Orion’s place could verify that neither man had left the building. Both had been puzzled as to why him specifically over others that had been there, since none of the other guys in the gang had been pulled in and gone down on as hard as Jamal was.

It was a small blip though in what was otherwise a nice couple of months with Orion. He still gave weekly reports to Andrews and Cynthia, even if he knew there wasn’t a whole lot to report on. He idly wondered just how long it would be before they realised there wasn’t anything to find, as much as Andrews and Butler might want there to be. All he did was to keep doing what he was doing, dating Orion and giving his bosses pointless updates.

~~~

“-top story. A government agent has-”

Orion muted the TV. “Jamal! Get in here!” He called at the top of his voice.

Jamal strolled in with a frown. He had his phone in hand, and had been in the middle of reading through a message from Andrews when Orion called him in.

“You know that guy?” He nodded towards the TV, then unmuted it.

When Jamal turned to the TV, he froze at what he saw.

GOVERNMENT AGENT IMPLICATED IN MAJOR CRIME

That headline should have been enough alone to make his blood run cold. It wasn’t though. What did it was the face he saw splashed across the screen as the broadcast continued. His face. Or, more accurately, the face that until a year ago had belonged to him. The face of Killian Lyons.

The broadcast cut to a shot of what Jamal recognised as the agency building he worked at. In front of it was a large crowd of reporters, gathered around who Jamal recognised as himself. It couldn’t be him for obvious reasons, but with the technology the agency had he knew it wasn’t impossible to see his own skin standing there.

“It’s all true. Now all the evidence is out in the open I can’t exactly deny it; all the leaks of sensitive information to foreign intelligence was by me. I’ve realised now I was misled by those I was giving the information to, but that doesn’t change what I did.” The Killian on the screen said.

A reporter thrust their microphone forwards. “Do you care to comment on the death of the police chief’s daughter a few months ago? It was originally slated as gang activity, but now it’s being reported that you were at fault for that too?”

‘Killian’ did his best to look apologetic. “It was. An unfortunate case of wrong place wrong time in an undercover operation. I can’t begin to apologise for what happened, and take full responsibility for the consequences.”

“Yeah I know him. That’s me.” Jamal said in a flat tone as he stared, stunned, at the TV.

“You? What do you mean that’s y-” Orion’s eyes went wide with realisation. “Wait, you mean you before all this? Damn, you really weren’t kidding about being a lot smaller.”

Jamal frowned as he watched himself keep talking. There was a ring on the guy’s finger that he knew didn’t belong to him, and also didn’t exactly fit the generic smart suit ‘Killian’ was wearing. Simple gold band, with what looked like some type of purple crest stamped in a circular disk on top. But he’d seen it before, many times before. On his boss’s finger. Andrews never took the damn thing off.

“That’s my boss. In my skin. What the fuck is he doing?” He stated whilst his brain tried to wrap itself around what he’d realised.

“Your boss? The one you sent those reports to?” Orion asked. “This is that tech you told me about right?”

Jamal nodded. “I’d just got a message from him now.” He waved the still unlocked phone in his hand. “Said they were going to pull me out soon because they had what they wanted, but we both know that’s bullshit.”

“So what?” Orion frowned. “They’re throwing you under the bus? Because you didn’t kill that girl, you were with me that night. And I can only assume you didn’t leak whatever information they’re saying you did.”

Orion was right. He was being scapegoated here. Andrews, and maybe Butler too now he thought about it, had gotten in too deep with something, and now he was being set up as the way out. Convenient for a guy that couldn’t defend himself. Only, there might just be one option left for him, one Andrews had forgotten about.

“I’ve got to speak to Cynthia.” Jamal said and swiped open his phone.

It was a longshot and he knew it. Not once had she ever responded to any reports or had any input like Andrews had, radio silence. That had come at an advantage now though, as it had given Andrews time to forget he could even contact her. So now as he typed out an emergency message to her, and he made sure only her, he was worried about his chances. There was a reassuring hand on his back as he frantically typed through the secure channel, which definitely helped calm his nerves.

Jamal hit send, then dropped his phone to the sofa. “All I can do is wait and hope she isn’t in on it.”

Orion smiled a half smile. “Whatever happens, I’m here okay?”

Instead of saying anything, Jamal just pulled Orion into a kiss. Kissing the younger man was the best stress relief he could ask for.

~~~

Jamal let out a low groan of pleasure as he groped his soap covered pecs. He’d been in the shower for what was probably far too long now he knew, but a couple more minutes wouldn’t hurt. It was an excuse to feel himself up a little which he absolutely wasn’t going to pass up, and an excuse to jerk off and drain his massive balls.

Which he’d done already. Twice.

Now he really needed to wash the last of the soap off himself and see what Orion was up to, but he could take a little extra time doing that. He could take a little extra time to flex and watch the water trail down over his enormous biceps; he could take a little extra time to moan as he touched himself and enjoy the deep rumble of his voice.

The slam of the bathroom door shocked him from his self worship though. A startled Jamal turned to see what had caused the noise, only to see Orion burst into the room with Jamal’s phone raised to his ear. His eyes were wide and he was nodding along absently as he listened to whoever was speaking on the other end of the line. Jamal frowned and switched the shower off, then stepped out and grabbed a towel. He tucked it around his waist quickly then motioned for Orion to hand him the phone.

“It’s Cynthia.” Orion whispered as he passed the phone over.

Jamal’s eyes widened as he raised the phone to his ear. “Hello? Ms. Blackwood?”

“Please, call me Cynthia Killan.” The woman’s voice on the other end of the line said. He was too shocked that she’d even called to notice or care what name she’d addressed him with. “I’ve looked over the machine logs, and Andrews has indeed used it twice in the period around when I assumed your broadcast was. It might take a couple more days, but if the evidence I’ve gathered about his activities so far are anything to go by, I’ve got him.”

Jamal could barely speak. She’d got him? Just like that? “So, you believe me?” He eventually blurted out.

There was a slight chuckle on the other end of the call. “If I didn’t I wouldn’t be calling you. Something felt off when Andrews said he’d pulled you out of the mission because he had what he needed, especially since from all your reports you hadn’t yet found anything. Then the live confession happened full of details that should never have leaked to the press. Suffice to say

“You’re done Agent Lyons. Your mission is officially over, even if that’s basically a formality at this point.” There was a momentary pause followed by the distant sound of typing before Cynthia spoke again. “I’ll contact you again when I’m ready for your debrief.”

Jamal sighed with relief. “Thank you ma’am. I’ll be there.”

They said goodbye and hung up after that. Jamal set the phone down by the sink then ran his hands over his face. When he dropped them he couldn’t hide the massive grin on his face.

“Good news then?” Orion raised a questioning eyebrow.

Jamal nodded. “The best.”

“What did s-” Orion started, but was cut off by Jamal’s lips on his.

The two kissed hungrily as the towel slipped from Jamal’s waist and hit the floor. He barely noticed though, as he was too busy celebrating his, their, victory. The marathon of a mission was finally, officially over and he could be himself again. Though that self was a far cry from the one that had come into this mission. No, that self was exactly who he was now; huge, black and making out with his boyfriend. Just how he wanted to be.

~~~

Epilogue - Light of Day

He’d met Cynthia Blackwood in person all of once before today. As his former boss’s boss, he’d never had much of a reason before now. There was a single work function a few years ago when they’d had their only face to face conversation longer than a split second hello, but even that had been somewhat brief and formal.

Scarily calm was the best way he could describe the tall, silver haired woman before him. Cynthia was the type of woman, he’d heard, that could have a building literally collapsing around her and she’d still have the air of someone that was relaxing on a beach in the Bahamas. Pristine and unshakable, the definition of a force to be reckoned with. Which was why Jamal was shitting himself to be sitting alone in her office despite the knowledge she was on his side.

“So Agent Lyons, I assume you’re aware of why you’re here.” She said in her signature smooth steely voice.

Jamal nodded. “Yes ma’am. The, umm, Andrews and Butler situation?” He hazarded a guess, unsure of what else it could be.

“Oh, that’s all dealt with, they’re off to spend a good long time in a very unpleasant cell.” Cynthia waved a hand dismissively. “No, I wanted to talk to you about your future here Agent Lyons.”

He’d known of course that she’d done enough to get the two of his former colleagues out of the way, but them already on their way to prison was a little surprising. He hadn’t even given a full official statement, beyond what had been in the panicked message a couple of weeks ago. She really was as good as they said.

“Of course, that is if you still want a future here Agent Lyons. You’re a good agent, I’d hate to lose you over this but I understand if you do leave Killian.” She continued when he gave no response.

Jamal winced a little at the use of his old name. For almost a year now he’d been used to Jamal, or occasionally Agent Lyons when he interacted with Andrews. He was realising only now how strange and distant that name felt after so long. The funniest thing about this all was how unintentional it had all been; he had barely noticed the point where he’d slid being used to and thinking of himself as Killian to when he’d been far happier and more used to being known as Jamal.

“Could you call me Jamal instead of Killian? If it isn’t too much trouble ma’am? After everything I’ve seen and been through, Killian honestly feels like a whole other person.”

He was met with a warm smile. “Of course Jamal. I can get all your official records updated too, if that’s what you’d prefer.” Cynthia paused for a brief moment, glanced at her computer screen off to her left, then back to him. “There’s not exactly a delicate way to say this, so I’ll just come right out with it. Are you planning on staying in this black body and leaving the former white one behind for good now?”

Jamal had given it plenty of thought over the course of the mission. At the start before he got close to Orion that question would have been an easy one, ‘no way in fuck put me back’. But since then, since the time spent with the man he now loved deeply had opened his eyes and helped him free of the bigoted shell he was in, he’d been in a freefall towards the other end of that scale.

“That’s correct, if it’s an option available to me I’d like to stay as I am.” He said with a quick gesture down at his hunky black self. “I know it’s a little unorthodox and definitely against protocol, but I’m happier like this than I’ve ever been.”

The warm smile on Cynthia’s face grew. It was one that felt slightly uncharacteristic of what he knew of her, but he got the sense that there was more to his new boss than met the eye. “I think, given the circumstances, it’s perfectly acceptable. It’s really the least I could do for you after what those two did, and attempted to do, so consider it settled Agent Lyons.”

She opened her mouth and started to correct herself to the last name Jamal had used when undercover, but he held a hand up to stop her. “It’s alright. I like Jamal Lyons, it fits. Enough of the old me and the new I’d say.”

Cynthia spent a couple of seconds typing at her computer before she addressed Jamal again. “I’ll make the necessary arrangements for you. Tech will sort you with new ID’s, passports and all that, and sort out getting your name changed on any and all official documents currently under your former name.” Cynthia stood, smoothed down the red and gold pantsuit she was wearing, then held a hand out in Jamal’s direction. “As much as the circumstances are somewhat unfortunate, I’m glad we finally got a chance to properly meet. Give Orion my best, and I look forward to working more with you Jamal.”

Jamal blushed slightly at the mention of his boyfriend, but nodded as he shook Cynthia’s hand, “Thank you ma’am, and I will.”

With that, Jamal turned and headed out of the office. There would be one quick stop downstairs to see the tech guys, but then he’d be off home to his boyfriend. The gorgeous, amazing boyfriend who had saved him; from both his former colleagues and from himself. Under the cover of darkness they had found each other, and now in the light of day they were together at last.

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Keep at it bro! One of the best real life transformations I have seen thus far^^

Currently in maintenance in preparation to transition to a bulk

Currently: 165lbs, about 8% BF.

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muscleformuscle · 2 years ago

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The Things I Live For:

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SEEING OTHERS GET OFF ON MY BODY Reblog if you feel the same.

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Misplaced Gift

Danny eyed the suspicious box he had received, he could only come up with one person that would send an unmarked and unexpected gift, but he wanted to give his rival more credit than that. At least a little bit. He considered getting rid of it, or just pretend he didn't get it, even if that meant showing he was actually scared of what might happen.

"No, Marvin would just love that" Danny muttered under his breath.

Both Danny and Marvin were part of a secret group, few select people that unlocked their potential for magic, and ever since Danny joined and showed innate talent, smarts and good looks, Marvin, the previous star member had been a pest for him. It wasn't until a few weeks back that Danny got a higher rank than Marvin that the man actually lost it and stormed out of a meeting, Danny would pity him if he wasn't a goddamn jerk. After that scene Marvin hadn't shown his face near Danny, and now this anonymous box, reeking of magic showed up out of nowhere.

(Maybe dad received it, but he always opens my stuff...) Danny thought, he lived with his dad and there was nobody else that could get the box inside. (Whatever, knowing Marvin is probably just a stupid mildly inconvenient enchantment) He gave another look at the medium sized box and decided to leave if alone for now, and do a little research on some dispelling methods to get the *gift* safely, it shouldn't take too long for him.

Hours passed and Danny had lost track of time, somewhat losing interest in Marvin's childish behavior and doing some actual important research on the side. He was so focused on his texts and spell components that he didn't hear his dad coming home.

Leonard, Danny's father, was a middle-aged man, but still good looking, fit, confident and strong headed, he entered his home as he always did and spotted the box. Leonard gave it a quick look, Danny was already home so that meant this box wasn't for him, so he figured that whatever was inside was meant for him and not his son. Leonard took the box and went to his room before opening it, once he saw what was inside, he couldn't help but chuckle.

"This little fucker" Leonard said between laughs. Inside the box, was what seemed to be an ordinary fleshjack, Leonard recognized it instantly and examined it intently. (He must think I don't get laid enough, well not with him still in the house) Leonard thought still amused, the fleshjack even seemed to be fit for his size, but it was probably just an average one, in fact it didn't have any other particular detail. (But why not give it a try?) He wasn't one to squander a chance like this.

Leonard got comfortable on his bed, and jerked his cock a bit to get it fully hard, it was already half hard after seeing the toy. His thick 7 inches rose to full mast and Leonard lubed his cock, he was getting more excited to give it a try, having a toy made to fulfill his sexual needs was something that he never thought about, but seemed very enticing now. Leonard gripped the fleshjack and placed it on top of his cock, gently lowering it as his cockhead entered it, he moaned as his cock was enveloped by the toy, slowly and deliciously gripping inch after inch of Leonard's cock.

"Fuck..." Leonard groaned, the fleshjack felt perfect around his cock, as if it belonged there, as if the toy molded itself around his member. He knew that these things got better as time passed and all that, but he never imagined how good it could feel. Leonard grabbed the toy with one hand and lifted it, feeling the seamless friction in his cock leaving, and then lowered the fleshjack again, the sensation coming back, his toes curled and he stopped for a moment, groaning and moaning, he didn't want to cum just yet, he had to keep fucking this thing for as long as he could...

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Danny finally got his stuff in order, and with a potential dispelling method, materials and safeguards, he went back downstairs where the box was, except it no longer was there.

"Huh? Where is it?" He was so absorbed in his own feud that he forgot about the potential third party in his own house that could've taken the box. (Is that it? A disappearing box?) He knew Marvin was petty and sort of an idiot but apparently even that was giving him too much credit. Danny examined the living room and any other place that might have been affected somehow by the unknown magic box yet nothing was different. (Whatever, it's not like I was that excited or anything) He examined the table again, no residual magic or any trace whatsoever, angry and frustrated he went to his room, this time to do something actually worth his time.

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Leonard meanwhile was beyond horny, his pace had sped up and the toy was bobbing up and down on his cock, the man was so focused on his own pleasure, eyes closed and the occasional grunt, that he hadn't noticed the toy was heavier, bigger in fact, not only that, but Leonard's cock was still fitting perfectly inside it. The fleshjack had grown thicker and made for an 8 incher, each time Leonard's cock entered it, the cock came out slightly bigger, before entering the toy and stretching it bigger as well, the cycle being repeated over and over. Leonard wasn't even aware that as horny as he was, as fast as he was handling the toy, he wasn't able to cum even he wanted to, only abundant precum flowed inside the toy, keeping it well lubed and easy to fulfill its purpose.

"Fucking... Fuck... So good..." Leonard said mindlessly, grabbing now the fleshjack with both hands with some space to spare as the toy and the cock inside it had grown beyond 9 inches now. Leonard didn't even think about that fact, his hands pumping the toy as if his life depended on it, faster and harder, speeding up the cycle more and more...

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Danny managed to calm down after distracting himself for a while, he opened the window and took a deep breath, but he only got to that point before he noticed his dad's car on the driveway and realized that he had completely ignored the possibility that his dad...

Danny's phone rang, he angrily picked it up to quickly tell whoever was calling to fuck off.

"What?!" He growled, hoping the person got the hint.

"Haha! So, I take it you got my *present*" A disdainful voice said, Danny recognized it instantly.

"Oh, you mean your disappearing box? Very clever, hope you didn't bust too many braincells coming up with it" Danny figured he could play it cool; his dad might be okay, the magic didn't seem to be that powerful if it didn't leave any trace.

"What do you mean?" Marvin quickly bit the bait. "You don't fool me, you sounded pissed off, you must have opened it!"

"I'm pissed off because a moron interrupted me after already wasting my time with a useless box" Danny replied. "Or was it supposed to do something worthwhile? Unlike you" He hoped Marvin would give him the information he needed about the gift.

"But... You shouldn't be able to... Do anything right now" Marvin said stunned, Danny had to bite his tongue to keep his facade. "I paid a lot for that curse!"

"Damn, you can't even make your own curses. Pathetic even for you." Danny regained some confidence after humiliating Marvin for now. "So you're not going to tell me what it was meant to do? It really is the thought that counts with gifts you know." Marvin had to answer now, he had to...

"FUCK YOU!" Maybe Danny had pushed him too far. "I know it's there, you must've tried to get rid of it, but let me tell you that you can't. It's going to find you one way or another, even if I have to get involved..." Marvin hanged up.

"Damn it!" Now Danny had to expect that idiot to show up any time now, it was pretty late night already, not that he could get anyone else involved. And speaking of anyone else...

Danny rushed to his dad's room, preparing to shield himself or fight something off, as he approached, he could hear some noises, but nothing too bad, maybe a light struggle or something just as innocuous. He opened the door and braced himself, not that it was of any use at the sight that greeted him.

Leonard was on his back and fucking a now huge fleshjack, holding it firmly with an obvious desperate grip, his hips trusting wildly, his huge cock going in and out of the toy, he was fucking with fervor, the now 11 inches fleshjack welcoming his cock and granting it more size with each trust. Danny stared at the scene completely numb, his dad not only had a huge cock but was fucking a toy completely out of his mind.

It took a long while for Danny to come to his senses, his dad just kept fucking the toy, either not caring or noticing that his own son was now in the room, but it was as Danny noticed that the fleshjack was growing along his dad's cock that he snapped back to reality and tried to formulate a plan.

"Dad! Can you hear me? Are you alright?" Danny approached slowly, fearing his dad might decide the toy was not enough and decided to go for the nearest person. After getting no response he came close to Leonard's face. "Dad! Come on, say something!"

"So... Fucking... Horny..." Leonard said between trusts and heavy breaths, his face was covered in sweat, just as the rest of his body, his face was the picture of pleasure and libido, he slowed down his pace, getting tired after fucking for hours and not being able to cum.

"What the hell..." Danny watched as his dad's huge cock had grown even bigger now, easily surpassing twelve inches and with an intimidating girth, the veins in the member were angry and pulsing and the man's balls were definitely bigger too, full and aching for a release that had been withheld for so long. Leonard turned to his side and now fucked the toy slowly, as if making love to it, still drooling and groaning like a madman. "Shit..." Danny was also getting horny but he had to avoid whatever curse this was, he left the room quickly and closed the door.

(Think...) Danny paced outside his dad's room, the obscene noises speeding up again as his dad probably started furiously fucking the toy again. (The thing makes your horny just by being near it, no wonder he's gone mad with lust when fucking it...) Danny kept trying to figure out the nature of the magic. (But why is it growing?...) He quickly remembered the dispelling materials and ran to gather them, hopefully he found the right one.

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Leonard roared in pleasure, his hips and hands pumping with abandon his now 13 incher inside the fleshjack, he somehow wasn't tired yet, his arms still felt strong just like his lower body, in fact they felt even more vigorous now. His heavily inflated balls pulsed with another wave of growth, full to the brim with cum and producing enough testosterone for 2 young virile men, all of it keeping Leonard in his sexual frenzy, yet the toy didn’t let him cum.

The door to the room was kicked open as Danny entered, he quickly arranged the components and recited the spell. (This has to work) He thought. Seconds felt like minutes as the magic energy flowed and stuck to the cursed fleshjack, both magic energies clashing together. Danny held his breath, hoping to see the purple energy from the toy being vanished by the white dispelling light. He watched in as the energy from the toy seemingly swallowed the other magic and both disappeared, only to watch in horror as the purple energy came back brighter and bigger than ever.

"GRRRRR! AHH!" Leonard roared, Danny watched in panic as the fleshjack expanded incredibly fast, inflating his dad's cock along with it, the plastic creaked and groaned as it grew, Leonard let go of it as he braced his hands on whatever surface he could grip, the toy's weight leaning towards his chest, easily reaching his chest now. The roars of pain and pleasure, combined with the toy's sounds of expansion stopped as it got to just above 20 inches, thicker than Danny's arm, Danny saw the parts of the massive cock not covered by the toy, throbbing violently and covered with big pulsing veins. He ran out of the room, hoping his dad was still alright, Leonard had seemingly passed out from the ecstasy he was feeling and Danny didn't know what to do now.

Before he could lose his composure, Danny heard some noises coming from outside, he looked out the window and saw Marvin waddling in the yard, his clothes a mess, apparently, he teleported and fucked it up as usual. That gave Danny an idea, Marvin had to cooperate to break the curse together but Danny knew he would need some convincing, or forcing. Danny quickly prepared another spell while Marvin made his way inside the house, he could deal with that after his dad was back to normal.

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Marvin cleaned up as best as he could and magically opened Danny's door, he was furious, the cursed object was supposed to make Danny into a mess while Marvin just gloated comfortably and now he had to get involved. He looked for the object's magic, his vision more sensitive to his own energy, and followed the trace upstairs, from what he could hear, it seemed Danny had finally fallen victim to the curse. Marvin snickered, he was almost jumping in joy at the mental image of Danny's pathetic state after using the object, but what he saw was definitely not that.

A man, Marvin didn't know who, was hugging an enormous fleshjack, tenderly fucking it with what seemed a massively long and thick cock, big orange size balls rested below his massive endowment. Marvin's mind was reeling, this man, he looked... powerful, intimidating, not only was his manhood beyond human proportions but his body looked strong and masculine, his musk was intoxicating, his deep grunts of pleasure made Marvin's knees weak, he radiated masculinity. Marvin was on the verge of jerking off at the image before him, when he heard a voice coming from behind.

"You motherfucker" Danny said as hateful as he could. Marvin turned around, his face flush and a bit of saliva dripping from his lips. "Are you seriously getting off at what you did to my dad?"

"That-That's your father?" Marvin gulped, still hearing the grunts and trusts the stud made constantly. "What? How?...?" Danny huffed in impatience and anger; Marvin was wasting time with this charade.

Danny glared at the man, Marvin looked like an accountant, plain and simple, he was on the shorter side, with a haircut way too groomed, thick glasses and a face that would look attractive if it wasn't constantly sneering. His slim figure didn't help him demand the attention and respect he wanted, especially not with Danny who was trying to find the right words for this sod.

"Listen, you sent that... thing and before I knew it my dad was already like that" Not very eloquent but it made his point. "Now you're going to help me break that curse and get him back to normal, because for one, he doesn't even know what magic is, and two, I will make your life a living hell"

"But-But..." Marvin breathed heavily, his horniness and confusion were getting the better of him. "That wasn't supposed to happen! Why on earth would I make you into that?!" Danny was now confused too.

"So, what was it meant to do?" He asked yet again, clenching his fists.

"Well..." Marvin groaned, this was getting worse by the minute. "The fleshjack was supposed to shrink your cock, not make it gigantic! Once you had like an inch left it would stop by itself."

"God, you're a sick fuck" Danny was getting angrier. "So when will it stop now? Once his cock is bigger than what? The damn house?"

"I..." Marvin turned around and licked his lips, he didn't want to think about it. "I don't know."

"What do you mean, you don't know? You're the one that got it! Or at least activated it"

"I don't know!" Marvin yelled. "Maybe a dispel or something"

"Look, I already tried a dispel and it made it worse." Danny had to go with his original plan now, Marvin had to know, he just didn't want to help. "I want to try another method but I need your help. Now I'm not asking by the way, come with me"

Danny went inside the room, Marvin followed suit.

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Leonard was now in all fours on the bed, still fucking the toy, which now stretched over his 22 inches of inhumanly thick meat, even his body looked different now, all that testosterone and the nonstop activity made his muscles look bigger and more defined, his body hair seemed thicker too, his jaw was sharper and squarer, his stubble grown to become a thick beard, he was becoming more masculine all over. He felt powerful, with boundless energy that kept him fucking the toy as if his life depended on it, his enormous cock firing wave after wave of pleasure from every nerve ending in its overdeveloped size.

"Fuck yeah!!" Leonard screamed, his deeper voice booming inside his room, he fucked harder and deeper, that's all he wanted to do from now on, use his massive cock the way it was supposed to be used. His mind started drifting, from the initial confusion, fear and uncontrollable horniness, to full acceptance, confidence and willful libido. He was a big masculine bull now, with a cock to match, his balls bounced, their weight heavy against the bed. "So fucking big..."

A rush of dominance and an unbridled ego surged in him, this fleshjack was his and his alone, it served only to fit his gigantic cock and make it bigger, his pleasure and growth were the only things that mattered, and once he was satisfied, he was going to find someone to make them into his own personal cumdump... The thought alone caused a testosterone spike in him and he relished in another growth spurt...

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Marvin was too busy thinking about that fine stallion of a man to notice the dispel Danny was preparing, only coming to his senses when he felt the energy surge.

"Since you had some part in this curse, the spell needs a component from you" Danny was quick and plucked some hair from Marvin's head. "Before you complain... shut the fuck up"

Marvin just cursed under his breath, they headed to the room, and he had to hold his composure at the sight. Both men started gathering energy, which flowed into the fleshjack, Marvin got distracted staring again and noticed too late that the energy was only flowing from him now.

"What are you doing?" He asked furiously at Danny, who looked smug. "This wasn't a dispel... What the...?"

A sharp and deep sensation filled Marvin, he fell to his knees, it was something like he never felt before. And again, he groaned, pain, pleasure, fear, and rage bubbled up inside him, he felt like he was about to burst.

"Figured a taste of your own medicine might suit you" Danny laughed, looking down at Marvin.

Marvin had to clench his teeth to stop himself from screaming, he managed to look up and see the massive cock entering the toy, the sensation once again filling him up as his insides went in sensory overload, before it subsided as the enormous cock left the toy.

"And... You called me... A sick fuck..." Marvin managed to say, before he came inside his pants, the sensation overloading his prostate and milking him from the inside. He was bound to the fleshjack, he fell for the trick and now his body was being split by a 2 feet long monster cock just like the toy, he was being used like an object.

"Damn.. You seem to like it" Danny said, looking at how Marvin contorted and moaned, his body wasn't actually getting hurt, but all the sensations were real. "But you still have to tell me how to stop this, before you actually die from this"

"I... AH!... I told you..." Marvin groaned and came again, panting non stop. "I don't... know"

"Still not telling?! Seriously?" Danny yelled, this had to end already.

"Make it...AH!" Marvin screamed, the sight of that mighty cock and the sensation of being filled by it was making his body and mind come undone. "It's... Fuck!" He didn't want it to stop but he felt something happening, he wanted to speak up but only moans came out.

"You're a fucking idiot" Danny looked at Marvin's pathetic figure and held back from insulting him more. Danny was now desperate, he didn't want to inform any other magic member, it would ruin him, but now...

A deep guttural roar filled the room, Danny turned and saw his father in what seemed a primal frenzy, magic energy brimming from Marvin and being funneled into the fleshjack. Which began pulsing dangerously. It happened fast, Leonard's cock expanded to colossal proportions, stretching the toy along with it, Marvin screamed as his body felt like it was on fire, the toy kept pulsing with growth waves, each one more violent than the last, Leonard's body grew alongside it, his muscles pulsing with power as his frame and skeleton expanded, his balls churning with mass and cum. The magic energy coming from the fleshjack was blinding Danny, as it finally couldn't hold any longer...

The toy snapped, beyond 3 feet long and thicker than Danny's thigh, Leonard tried to hold it together as he fucked it with his gigantic cock, getting any more length and girth that he could, before the fleshjack burst and Leonard could finally cum.

Once again, a deep primal roar filled the entire house, as wave after wave of cum was shot out of Leonard's massive cock, splashing against the walls and ceiling, covering everything and everyone in the room, the thick cum kept streaming out of Leonard's now 4 feet long cock, which was distended by the sheer amount of cum it kept pumping out. Danny shielded himself to avoid getting caught in the mess, even as more cum kept flooding the room and splashing against him, he managed to see some movement on the floor, Marvin was still conscious but he was moving erratically, for a moment Danny feared he might actually be drowning in cum but after the waves of cum slowed down he could hear desperate slurping and gulping sounds. The jets of cum were further apart now, still shooting powerfully, until it finally streamed a steady flow of cum down the massive shaft, and Leonard fell silent.

"Geez..." Danny looked at the state of the room, Leonard was out as a rock, laying om the bed, Danny calculated his dad had grown to 8 feet tall and maybe weighed around 500 lbs with the added muscles, his overgrown body covered in thick cum and taking the entire bed.

The humongous cock seemed to be softer but not fully down, just below 3 and a half feet, laying obscenely on top of Leonard's body, melon sized balls laying heavily between Leonard's huge thighs.

And Marvin... The man was still licking and slurping all the cum he could, he looked deranged, maybe all the sensory overload had actually affected him beyond what Danny had planned. (At least he's still alive) Danny thought, after the fleshjack came undone he feared Marvin had gone with it.

"Marvin, you good?" Danny asked. The man kept licking the cum, then cupping it with his hands and bringing to his mouth like a man that was stranded in a desert after finding water.

"Can't... Stop..." Marvin managed to say, he was gone. Danny didn't want to deal with that right now.

Danny left the room, he was tired and his mind couldn't begin to comprehend what had actually happened there, his dad seemed to be alright and probably felt better than ever, while Marvin seemed to be enjoying himself and cleaning up at the same time. The entire house reeked of cum and masculine musk, even some residual magic was palpable in the air, Danny went downstairs to get his thoughts in order, spotting a small letter under his door.

*Hey Marvin, remember this toy is supposed to drain the target's magic along with their size, you won't be able to reap the rewards but if a non-magic person uses it then they'll get the benefits, in case you have a gentleman in mind ;). Anyhow - *

The rest was blurred, Danny groaned in frustration, Marvin probably had the letter in his pocket and dropped it here after ruining it with somehow. "What an idiot" Danny muttered, Marvin was playing with things beyond his power and now this happened. He realized that when he linked Marvin and the toy, it began syphoning Marvin's magic and it was too much to handle. Danny sat on his couch, feeling a headache coming in, he was tired and angry and frustrated and... Before he knew it his eyes started to close and his body felt heavy, he fell asleep on the couch.

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*Gulp... Lick... Drink*

That was all Marvin could think about, not even in his wildest fantasies he indulged himself like this. He always had to keep the image of a rule abiding and bland member, but now he didn't care about that one bit, all he wanted was to be full of cum from this muscle stud. The cum radiated energy somehow, and it filled Marvin with more lust and fervor, his body seemed to be responding to it but he wasn't even paying attention in his libidinous state. He remembered and craved that sensation of being stretched to the limit so much, to be used and abuse without a care, to be nothing but an object of pleasure, to fully submit both his body and mind totally...

Speaking of which, Marvin heard the stallion groan in his sleep, his monstrous cock rising again, Marvin automatically went to him and started worshipping the man, if he even fit that definition still. Marvin licked the huge vascular arms, tasting the sweat and masculine musk, he plunged deep inside the hairy deep armpits and gorged himself on the stud's pits, his hands groped and manhandled the enormous mounds of muscle that were his pecs, his cock rubbed against the inhumanly defined and protruding abs.

It wasn't until he clung desperately to that gigantic cock and unabashedly made out with the gaping urethra that the hypermasculine man woke up...

"So I heard you did this..." Leonard said in a menacing deep tone, Marvin couldn't even process those words before he was gripped with inhuman strength.

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Danny woke up stiff and with his head pounding lightly, he rubbed his eyes and unfortunately remembered the night he just had. He was musing on how to solve everything that happened until he realized the pounding wasn't in his head but coming from upstairs, moving slowly he went up, hoping his dad was alright, or at least not worse.

Danny was greeted with a completely unexpected and obscene display once again, there was Marvin, except clearly changed, taller, buffer, more handsome and more importantly on his knees being viciously fucked by the muscle titan that Leonard had become.

Danny saw that his dad hadn't stopped growing entirely, now bigger everywhere and his monstrous cock somehow pounding fully in and out of Marvin's muscled globular ass, which was entirely split around the sheer girth of the invading member, even with Marvin's own growth spurt the colossal cock was too large to fit naturally, an obscene and obvious bulge forming in Marvin's belly and almost reaching his torso everytime Leonard entered him fully.

"Hey, son" Leonard greeted Danny cheerfully, his deep voice was raspy and reverberating in the room. "You like my new toy?" He didn't stop fucking Marvin, who just moaned mindlessly under the massive man.

"I see you're alright at least. What... happened to him?" Danny asked, too confused to process that and now with another problem in his hands apparently.

"Well I could hear both of you talking while I was *busy* yesterday-" Leonard planted his gigantic cock fully inside Marvin before continuing, Marvin just moaned and rubbed his distended abdomen while the other men kept talking "-and apparently this little guy was the one responsible for making me like this, so I figured I'd keep him"

Leonard flexed his enormous arms, which inflated with muscle and power, he then bounced his huge heavy pecs, the muscle mounds responding accordingly. Clearly Leonard was more than happy with his transformation.

"You're *keeping* him?" Danny tried to stay focused despite the erotic scene.

"Yes, as his punishment and reward" Leonard said with confidence. "I saw him licking up all my cum, with hunger in his eyes, maybe all my thick masculine cum changed him for good, look at him grown up." Leonard manhandled Marvin's muscled body. "As soon as I laid eyes on him, he submitted instantly and begged me to let him worship me. So he's fine with it, right?"

"Yes, master" Marvin responded instantly, even his voice had changed but he was also constantly moaning and groaning so his voice sounded raspy.

"Lord..." Danny didn't know what else to say or do, so he figured he might as well leave them be. "Look I'll just let you figure this out. Marvin are you like, actually okay though?" Danny couldn't help but feel guilty. Marvin seemed too busy still groping his own body and moaning.

"My son asked you a question, toy" Leonard said in a serious tone, even Danny felt a shiver down his spine.

"Yes, master" Marvin responded quickly. "Danny... I fucking love this, body modification magic is so hard and dangerous, yet your father just responded to it so well. He's... something else, I want to stay like this forever."

"That's a good boy" Leonard resumed his fucking and Marvin started mindlessly moaning again.

"Okay..." Danny just left, they were alright and he didn't see a reason to worry, for now.

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"Fuck, you feel so good" Leonard growled, his gigantic cock had fully rearranged Marvin's insides, making it fit perfectly and accept Leonard's monstrous cock with little effort. "Do you like the cock you created, the body you gave me, the beast you unleashed?!" Leonard roared, pounding Marvin without a care, the man just took it, his body had turned into nothing but a tool for his master's pleasure.

"I love it, master! Use me as you want!" Marvin yelled, this sent Leonard off the edge and his massive balls started releasing torrents of cum, his gigantic cock swelled and shot wave after wave of cum inside Marvin, both men completely lost in the moment as Marvin's abdomen started bloating from all the cum being deposited in him. Leonard rubbed the growing bulging belly with pride and lust.

"You're nothing but my cumdump, you hear me?" Leonard said, completely serious and dominant.

"Yes, master!"

"You live to serve me and my massive cock"

"Yes! Fuck yes!"

"Good boy. Your alpha will keep you satisfied. But now... You better start finding a new way to make me bigger..."

Credit for morphs: rene1morphs

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muscleformuscle · 3 years ago

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How big do you wanna be?

Realistically? As big as my body's limitations allows me to be. I guess I could at least get as big as an amateur bodybuilder, if not bigger with time.

In my fantasy: As extremely big as possible. Not in a macro sense, I would love to have a body frame that constantly adapts to even more muscle mass, so that I never have to stop growing (but remaining approximately 2 to 3 m tall).

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muscleformuscle · 3 years ago

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Favorite way for growth to happen in stories

Some sort of science/supersoldier experiment gone terribly right!

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muscleformuscle · 3 years ago

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In Bloom

(4K Post!!🎉)

Late again, AS USUAL, but that’s my brand ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Here’s the one I mentioned a while ago (+ in my last post) that didn’t really start out as but definitely ended up as a sort of Superfood (I & II) prequel. Lmk if you catch when the connection is made 😉 Thank you SO MUCH again for 4k followers!! Hope you enjoy!

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“What the hell is this place?”

Lance wiped his brow on the loose arm of his flannel and looked around as Samuel followed along closely behind him, wiping the sweat from his forehead with the tail of his button down, exposing his pale skin and the slight paunch all non-athletic twinks eventually grow around their midsection. They had stumbled across a structure in the middle of the woods on the second day of their weeklong hike through a small section of the Appalachian Trail.

The Appalachian Mountains are perhaps the most ancient mountain range in the world; there’s no way to describe how beautiful the nature is, but there’s also no way to describe the unknown, unseen, forbidden things you’re likely to come across buried deep, deep in the woods and sloping, rocky terrain. Places that existed long before the Europeans began their terrible sweep across the continent. Places that existed before any kind of settlement, really. Places that existed even before recorded history. Places, perhaps, like the one the two friends had just stumbled across.

After traveling through a ruined hall and navigating through some overgrown flora, they came into a large, 4-walled room, devoid of a roof and carpeted with moss and other greenery. It’s walls were too sheer and too tall to be naturally formed, and there were glyphs and symbols painted on its surface.

“Far-fucking-ooouuutt,” Samuel marveled, looking around and taking in the natural and unnatural beauty around them. He puffed a heavy hit of one of the spliffs he and Lance were nearly done sharing and passed it back to his friend, taking a few steps further into the structure.

Lance pinched the end of the filter and dragged in what was left of the bud and tossed it to the ground, stepping on it to extinguish the ember, following his friend further into the structure. The roof was missing, letting in a picturesque smattering of sun rays filtered through the light tree canopy overhead.

One word passed through Lance’s mind: idyllic. And it was! He was glad to get out of the city and into nature, he was coasting pretty splendidly on the high he was cooking, and there was a peaceful reverence in the air he couldn’t quite put his finger on. Not to mention, he was enormously happy to be spending time with someone some dear to him.

Both of them were pretty fresh out of college, both stuck at a job they didn’t much care for that didn’t at all pay them enough to live even moderately comfortable lives. In the impoverished hellscape of rural Appalachia, it was leisure activities like hiking, camping, singing, shooting, fishing, playing instruments that gave life any worth living, and Lance and Samuel were committed to such leisure. If only to escape the ennui of unhappy, unfulfilling employment.

He heard Samuel’s foot slip and turned around to catch a glimpse of his friend mid-stumble, but Samuel regained his balance and corrected himself before falling. He flashed a goofy smile and a thumbs up at Lance, who grinned and rolled his eyes, turning back around to continue his own exploring and studying the symbols on the walls.

He’d known Samuel since they were boys; they’d grown up on the same block and played the same games and shared the same interests. As both of them were the only-children of their respective families, each other was the closest thing either of them would have to a brother. Yeah, Lance loved Samuel in his own way, perhaps even more than loved. Samuel could say the same, but it was an unspoken thing between each other. Their church-going, conservative families were likely to be unsupportive and react strongly. Plus, why complicate a good thing with romance?

“Hey, check this out,” Samuel called from the center of the structure. Lance made his way over and saw what Samuel was looking at: an overgrown, chalk-adorned altar. In the middle of the chalk ring dotted with runes and glyphs sat a collection of little figures and shapes made of twigs and mud.

Lance leaned in to get a closer look at the ruined setup, trying unsuccessfully to decipher what could be written. What made him think he could read it in the first place? It’s not like he had even an iota of knowledge about the occult—if this even was occult in nature. He had to guess it had something to do with the typical ancient witchcraft techniques and their purposes. Guaranteeing a healthy harvest. Warding off evil. Offering to the gods. Inciting certain weather patterns. Fertility.

However, scattered around the circle were a collection of clay jars and bottles, some corked with stoppers and some the looked like they had been left open 100 years ago.

In the center of all of it was a large, glass jar, about as tall as a bankers tube and about as wide as one too. It looked to be a kind of mason jar, with the flat piece covering the opening and a top that was heavily sealed with wax. However, the jar was opaque, with what looked to be moss and mud lining its sides. He didn’t know whether it was because of the way the light was shining through the canopy or if it was a trick of the eye, but he could swear that there was something illuminated or glowing within, mostly obscured by debris inside.

“Curiouser and curiouser,” Samuel quoted Alice in Wonderland, butchering a high-pitched English accent. He chuckled and propped himself up on his knees into an upright position. Lance picked up the large jar in the center and turned it around in his hands, inspecting it further.

“You think people still come here? Looks like this place hasn’t been touched in a millennium.” Samuel asked, looking around some more, half expecting to see some kind of booby trap set up that he and Lance could’ve triggered on their way in. The place had that kind of energy: a fascinating, ethereal otherworldliness mixed with a forbidden, foreboding sacredness. He felt somehow simultaneously honored and warily anxious to be inside the structure.

“Who knows?” Lance responded, still looking closely at the jar. “I’ve heard so many weird ass stories about what goes on in these mountains, it’s hard to say what’s verifiable and what’s not.”

“True, true,” Samuel responded absentmindedly, trying to match Lance’s bookishness. He always was the nerdier of the two.

Samuel began to turn around but suddenly lost his footing on a slope he hadn’t seen due to the floral overgrowth. “FFFfffuu—!!” He barked as his arms pinwheeled wildly trying to find footing. In the second and a half it took for him to lose his footing, Samuel crashed down into the underbrush at an awkward angle, landing on and twisting his ankle.

“ARRGGHH!! Fuck!” Samuel cried out, bringing his knee up to his chest and wrapping his hands around it, keeping his ankle hovering. Just from a half-second glance and the awkward angle of his limb, Lance could see that it must’ve hurt Samuel to move his ankle at all.

“Sam—!!” Lance moved quickly to stand but dropped the jar from his hands, shattering on the ground. “Shit!” he hissed as he knelt to recover the damage. He quickly hunched over the shards and debris inside not a moment after it had shattered, trying to scoop the mess back together.

Suddenly, from the broken mess, a plume of pinkish-red, glowing, fuzzy orbs wafted into the air around Lance’s face. One word flashed through his mind with blinding, code-red alarm before he could even comprehend what was happening: SPORES. Before he could react, he gasped and inhaled nearly all of the spore cloud that had burst from the jar, while some others floated to the ground and dissipated into the soil.

Lance coughed and swatted the air in front of his face and wiping at his upper lip, attempting to brush away any of the remaining spores around his airspace, but all had drifted into his nasal passage. It smelled strong and earthy, botanical and perfumed, flowery and slightly musky. It smelled… actually, it smelled fuckin’ good.

He continued coughing a little bit, sniffling and breathing heavily, wiping his face obsessively. He didn’t feel ill or like he was being harmed, but it was as though something had lit a fuse to his senses. His nasal passage seemed to dilate extremely wide, his sinuses clearer than they had ever been and smelling scents he couldn’t remember smelling before. His entire body felt jittery, numb, and excited, like he’d pounded a massive Red Bull and full canister of pre-workout, noticeably trembling and shaking. His eyes had widened like dinner plates, and he looked around in delighted awe as his eyes caught the light in ways he’d never before experienced, not even during legendary weekend music fest drugged-out benders with Samuel and their mutual friends nearly every summer. The light mingled and danced in his vision and the colors seemed to swim and stand out more vividly.

Still on his hands and knees, the vibrating in Lance’s appendages started to intensify, and he dug his fingers into the soil while he was racked with tingling energy. While his fingers sank into the dirt, Lance felt something utterly unreal and completely extraordinary. It felt as though the tips of his fingers were.. drinking—probably the best way he could put it—from the earth. It was like his fingers had become straws sucking something from the earth and feeding it into his body. Looking down, with his mysteriously enhanced eyesight, this was confirmed as he watched throbbing, slow-moving, slightly-glowing pulses moving through his fingers, through the veins in his hands, up the veins in his arms, and into his chest. He could feel it spreading within him. He could feel it mingling with the rest of his anatomy. He could feel it fucking everywhere.

Lance took in a long, sharp, shuddering inhale with a wide grin plastered on his face. “¡¡Ayyyyyy benditooooo…!!” He groaned deeply as he arched his back and chuckled slightly. He could feel something monumental coming.

Samuel’s face was still contorted in abject pain and agony at his twisted limb, but he curiously noted Lance’s change in demeanor. He propped himself up on his elbows, still panting in pain, “Lance??”

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Private Mark Johnson had been the laughing stock of the whole company. Thin as a bean pole, weighing no more than 135 pounds, no taller than 5'5, no athletic bone in his body, and too clumsy to be put into any serious warfare situation. And while the other soldiers came back from their vacations telling each other of their girlfriends or their latest hook-ups with droves of easy women (many of their tales embellished of course), Mark kept mostly to himself, not mentioning the D&D campaign he and his friends at home had started, or the quiet evenings he had spent watching the latest Sci-Fi series on Netflix and the like. That's what angered the other soldiers and the top brass, especially his father, a decorated general who had pretty much forced his son into this position the most: He was obviously not willing nor able to fit in. General Johnson had hoped that a few years in the army would shape his son into the man he had always hoped him to be, but instead he constantly had to face his own failure in that regard. He was close to giving up and quietly getting his son out of the forces, when he got wind of a supersoldier experiment that was getting close to a trial phase. Perhaps this was his last chance to make something out of the disappointment that was his son. He used his considerable influence to obtain oversight over the project and waited for the trials to begin. And when the time came his son, as always unable to say no to his dominant father and hoping that he would finally look at him with some love in his eyes came to him, ready to do whatever it took.

The supersoldier substance had been explained to General Johnson time and time again, but he barely remembered more than 'extreme hypertrophy', 'neural restructuring' and 'full immersion necessary' as well as some hushed note about 'potential significant increase in fertility and libido', all of which sounded good to him. He watched with a certain glee as his son let himself sink into the water-like liquid.

Mark felt it immediately. The substance flowing into every pore, every orifice, just as the scientists had predicted. He knew better than to scream, but his body began to uncontrollably spasm and the pain was intense. His balls especially felt like something was deliberately pumping itself into them, forcibly expanding them, filling them with whatever was supposed to change him into a supersoldier. They felt huge and heavy, and though the pain was still almost unbearable, Mark started to notice a very odd feeling, one he had never felt before in his life. Oh he had jerked off quite often of course, but never had he felt a strong need for sex. And he definitely didn't feel the need to dominate, to pump his thick cock into a hole, to breed and impregnate and... Something was wrong, what were these strange thoughts coursing through his mind? He wasn't like this, wanted nothing but some peace and quiet and guiding the head of that cute and muscular sergeant he had seen recently down, pushing that mighty fuckstick of his deep inside that guy's throat and... Mark tried to resist these thoughts, but they were relentless, he could almost feel his geeky personality being infected with something else, something way more powerful. A small voice in his head started to tell him to give in, that this is what was best for him, that it would make his dad proud, that he was finally becoming a man. His will was waning, especially as the physical changes started: His whole body started expanding with raw muscle mass, his bones adapting to it as best as they could. His thin arms inflated from thin and meek to slabs of rock-like muscle covered in veins, his shoulders rapidly trippled in width, only to double that gain immediately, rounding out into basketball-sized balls of pure brawn. His pencil neck and non-existent traps almost comically started to swallow everything up to his face, leaving him with a bulging bull neck. His nearly non-existent chest muscles began to pulse, increasingly filling itself with thick mass, every muscle fiber becoming more and more visible, until two giant pec shelves were blocking his view of his lower body. Every part of his body seemed to grow and bulge, gaining more and more epic proportions, whether it was his legs pushing each other away by the sheer size of his new quads, his stomach gaining row upon row of deep, cobblestone like abs, or his back flaring out so wide that at least two, maybe three men could hide behind him. But the biggest changes were happening in his balls and his mind. The former had been growing rapidly to the size of small melons, but now started to feel even hotter and fuller than before. Mark's resistance to the personality changes already started to faulter and as he grew out of the shallow pool of the superserum substance, he started to groan and moan with his new, thundering voice. His love for roleplaying, his Sci-Fi hobby, even his one-sided love for his father... All slowly being replaced with working out, fucking, impregnating, spreading... All of it going hand in hand with his face becoming broader, harder, more masculine by the second... He finally gave in, and the new alpha personality fully took over in an instant. His cock (now almost 15 inches long and still growing) started spewing thick, sperm-ladden precum into the water surrounding him, and his balls began to double in size and number, to sustain the giant muscle bull he had become. Finally it was over. The newly formed, 7 foot tall giant stood up from the shallow pool, opened his eyes, and looked at the researchers, soldiers and his dad looking at him...

No. He was looking at holes waiting to be filled. At men ready to be remade into his willing muscle sluts. Bodies ready to receive his seed. That's all they were for him now. His 20 inch cock pulsing and growing even further...

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hoe wordt ik gespierd?

Well, continuous workouts, a good diet and perhaps some motivation help :)

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muscleformuscle · 3 years ago

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How old are you, what's your gender

I am 30 and male. :)

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muscleformuscle · 3 years ago

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Saw someone asking for a TF version of an erotic ‘Would You Rather’ game with their followers, so I decided to make one.

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muscleformuscle · 4 years ago

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Corruption

Christmas time was Mason's favorite time of the year. Not for the consumist excesses of it, nor the religious background especially, but because he loved helping the poor and showing empathy to everyone. Christmas was the time in which other people were inclined to help as well, making him even happier than during the rest of the year. What he didn't particularly care about was himself: He gave most of his money to others, his body was thin and somewhat undernourished, and he didn't have any romantic relationship with anyone else that was worth mentioning. But he was ok with all of that.

But there were forces out there who weren't ok with it. Such a noble person like Mason was like looking at the sun for hours to them. And so one of them took matters into his own hand, corrupting a human being was after all their specialty.

Mason was baking for the local homeless shelter and was looking away for a moment as the entity spread a thin, silvery liquid over the cookies and brownies he was preparing, before vanishing again. The liquid soaked into them in an instant, with no one the wiser. Mason turned around again and sniffed. He had done a great job baking these! he thought. Perhaps he should try one out before giving them to the others.

He was flabbergasted for a moment, he rarely had such egoistical thoughts. But then he rationalized that he had to make sure that what he baked was actually good and took one brownie. It was delicious! He barely noticed that his body began to feel warmer and parts that he usually neglected started to ask for attention.

Instead he suddenly felt like he deserved another. Maybe one of the cookies next?

He began to stuff himself with the goods, delighting in how awesome they tasted, his mind being warped to fit the entities corruption: Selfish, dominant, without that darn empathy for everyone.

His body started to convulse, bones breaking and realigning, growing him from an already great 1.86 m to a fantastic 2.1 m in height. Muscles began to explosively erupt on his small frame, broadening it to insane degrees, his pecs pushing outwards, his nipples getting more sensitive. All he could do was continue eating and moaning as he began to play with them with his free hand, which was soon thickening and becoming attached to giant biceps and triceps the likes of which even bodybuilders would be jealous of.

These moans started to drop considerably, from his usual slightly squeaky and meek voice into a powerful, sensual and booming one seemingly made to make everyone in his surroundings cum instantly upon hearing it. His neck widened while his shoulders seemed to get stuffed with multiple kilograms of muscle mass. His face, formerly nondescript became more handsome by the second, his lips getting bigger, his jaw wider, his nose broader, until there was nothing left even looking like the old Jason except for his christmas-themed hat.

His legs, abs and back followed suit, it was as if someone was pumping pure mass into them, creating maybe the biggest, most muscular body on the planet. Finally Mason had eaten it all, feeling weird, hot and extremely horny all at the same time. His mind was still a mess, his old character fighting the corruption, but it was a losing battle. His new alpha personality was overpowering him with all the new sensual stimulation his body suddenly generated. He felt heavy and strong and confident like never before and it was intoxicating.

And then he felt something stir in his underwear. With a loud ripping sound his equally explosively growing giant cock was escaping its confinement, now at least as big as his former forearm, but much thicker, and fed by two giant melon-sized balls that were already churning out record amounts of cum and testosterone. He needed to cum, badly, more intensely than ever before, but somehow he knew that if he did that now, it would be over, he would be fully corrupted into this hot alpha douchebag who would think of nothing but his next fuck. No, he was stronger than the corruption! And with all the willpower he had left he achieved a synthesis of his personality and the new Mason was born.

Still empathic, still a philanthropist, but also dominant and hungry for the next hole to pump his enormous loads into.

The entity had hoped that maybe they could corrupt more than Mason, and so gave his new cum the effects of the same liquid it had used to corrupt him. Somehow the new Mason was aware of that fact. He grinned and pointed his monstrous tool towards the second plate of baking goods he had previously prepared. What else would help the poor homeless guys best, but becoming giant muscle bulls like him? he thought as he roared and what felt like a litre of cum drenched the tasty looking brownies and cookies and was immediately absorbed...

#muscle growth muscle hypermasculine extreme libido

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muscleformuscle · 4 years ago

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Superfood II

2k follower celebration post!!

A continuation of the concept of Superfood, though not a direct sequel to the original. You can find the original here. Sorry about the delay! Time got away from me yesterday. Hope y’all enjoy!

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Cory and Nate (center and left, respectively) were getting ready for the party that afternoon. Their friend/roommate Benji (right) was turning 22 that day and they only had a few more hours until he was back from his shift at work. It was the summer right after each of them had graduated from college, and this was for all intents and purposes their “last gathering” before they all went their own ways for work life. Nate had a big thing about what he called ‘double digit-double digit’ birthdays—like 11, 22, 33, and so on, so he wanted to satiate his superstition by making sure his friend heralded in this birthday properly. He thought that there was something special about such birthdays, something transformative and a transition from one stage of life to the next.

Who knew how right he was?

Cory was busy cleaning up the apartment, getting it ready for that evening when their small but close group of friends came over. He was surprised at the amount of dust and dirt 3 guys could track into a house, but also kept in mind that it had been a good 3 months since they had last cleaned. In college houses like this, particularly male-only college houses, one learned to live a productive, comfortable life among so much filth and debris. You only had to clean during times like the present when you were planning to host a party. He had finished hand washing and drying the mountain of filthy dishes and emptied out the vacuum bag—stuffed to the brim with dust, hair, and dirt particles—when Nate came back home.

Nate was struggling through the door, red faced and sweaty, his breath sucking in and pushing away his face mask in rapid procession, his relatively weak frame overpowered by the weight of the groceries he was carrying. It was much too heavy of a load to carry in one trip, but like any guy his age Nate would be damned if he was going to spend more than one trip bringing the groceries in from the car. He set down the multitude of plastic bags on the kitchen floor with a heavy huff and put his hands on his back with pain, his red face dripping sweat. There had to have been 20-25 bags in total.

“I hate that grocery store. It’s hot as shit outside but they don’t turn the A/C on, no one wears a fucking mask, and the staff is so damn rude!”

“You did well, bro, welcome home from the war.”

Cory chuckled as Nate threw him a finger and continued to catch his breath and collect himself. He looked over at the bags to see what Nate had bought for the party: several bags full of chips, jars of salsa and guac, plastic bins full of supermarket fruit, carbonated beverages, numerous narrow paper bags with what Cory knew had to be bottles of booze, solo cups, paper plates, and a bag full of boxed cake and icing ingredients. Nate was tasked with preparing a cake for Benji since he had the most emotional/superstitious attachment to birthdays like this, but Cory was still glad to see that he had followed through on his promise to make an actual cake, boxed recipe or not. One other thing caught his eye.

“What’s that?”

“Mm?” Nate asked as he was sipping a cup of water.

Cory just nodded his head towards one of the plastic bags. It looked like Nate had just picked several sprigs of something off a tree or a bush on his way home and stuffed them into a bag, their leafy ends billowing out of the top of one of the plastic bags. Between the leaves were small, bright red berries, about the size of acorns.

“Oh,” Nate replied, swallowing the water in his mouth, “Some old biddie outside of the grocery store was handing them out. Well, not ‘handling them out,’ per se, but she gave them to me.”

“So you just accepted car trunk fruit from an old lady at the grocery store?”

“No, it’s not like that! She was struggling with putting her shit in her car so I offered to help her and she said that she had to repay me. I thought I’d get a $20 out of it, but she gave me those. Said they were some kind of superfood.”

“What, like açaí?”

“Yeah, I guess like açaí. They have a sweet enough smell to them. Her car smelled naturally sweet, like cherries or strawberries or something, and even though it’s 1000 fucking degrees outside, they remained pretty cold in her trunk, so…”

“Huh,” Cory remarked simply.

“I figured I could include them in the cake, maybe? A little more flavor for our boy?”

“Your call, man! You’re completely in charge of that.”

“Then it’s settled! Hope you like old lady fruit cake.”

“Alright then, Gordon Ramsey, get to it. We only have a little bit longer until the man of the hour shows back up.”

Nate swallowed the last of his water and nodded with his mouth closed and waving his hand in the air to silence Cory, placing his used glass in the empty sink. This prompted a glare from Cory as he picked the glass back up, gave it a quick drying, and placed it back in the cabinets. Nate scooped up the two bags, the one with the cake ingredients and the one with the berries, and placed them on the counter to get to work, while Cory went back to his room to take a shower after all of his work.

The cake prep didn’t take too long, boxed cake recipes are easy enough to follow, and he went to work plucking the berries and placing them in a bowl. The amount he was giving filled up a mixing bowl pretty quickly, and he went to work crushing them with a potato masher so they could incorporate into the mixture well. As he mashed the berries, they sloshed together in a bright red pulp, giving off a color and smell similar to maraschino cherries. He scooped out about ¾ of the crushed berries into the cake mixture and mixed it all together, giving the cake batter a deep, pink color with chunks of berries swimming throughout. He distributed it into 3 round tins, making sure to get every drop of batter out of the bowl, and placed them in the oven to cook.

As the cake cooked, Nate went to work on making the icing. He dumped the icing out of its plastic tub and into the same mixing bowl as the remaining berries, lots of sugar, plus a good amount of whipping cream. He mixed the icing, cream, and berries together until they were completely incorporated, creating a soft, sweet, shiny, pink icing with tiny bits of berry flakes suspended in the mixture.

Cory came in from his bedroom, fresh from a shower and wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist, and looked into the kitchen. Nate glanced once at his friend, quickly looking away to keep the secret that he was madly crushing on his friend for a while now. Cory was hopelessly straight although still an ally, but Nate was certain that Cory would wander around the house barely dressed simply to torture him. He had only a modest musculature, but Nate was sure it was his confidence and friendliness that he was attracted too. Not letting himself get too distracted, he went back to work mixing a huge pink bowl of icing while the three tins full of pink cake baked in the oven. Cory took a look at both of the things Nate had made and sucked through his teeth.

“Hope Benji likes pink,” Cory remarked simply but teasingly.

“There are no boy colors or girl colors, only colors,” Nate reprimanded monotonically, repeating something he finds himself repeating often to his hetero roommate.

Cory grinned at the familiar comment and mimed the words along with him, then walked into the living room to boot up his PS4. He plopped down on the couch in his towel and started playing some Assassin’s Creed while Nate continued working on finishing his task. Some time after taking the cakes out of the oven to letting them cool and watching Cory stealthily take out some bad guys, Nate went to work on layering the cake. He put one of the small round cakes on the serving plate and spread some of the pink icing on top of it. Then he repeated the process with the middle row. With the final layer on top, Nate proceeded to cover the entire tower of cake with the icing, from top to bottom. Now complete, Nate admired his work and placed a wax “22” candle on top of the cake and grinned. Not a bad job at all! Nate placed the cake on top of the refrigerator to let it set & cool undisturbed and decided to let Cory handle cleanup. That was his agreed upon job, anyways. Finally finished with his work for the day, Nate climbed the stairs to his room and started his shower, putting on his favorite playlist to enjoy while he cleaned himself in preparation for the party.

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Cory remained on the couch, playing his game, surrounded by the aroma of the cake. It smelled good. It smelled damn good. His stomach couldn’t help but growl; he had eaten nothing that day, assuming he would be eating plenty by the night time, but the hunger pangs were getting too much for him to handle. He looked up at the cake on top of the refrigerator. No… No, Nate would kill him if he snuck a taste before Benji got the chance. However…

His eye caught the mixing bowl Nate used for the icing. It was still pretty full of icing, it turned out that Nate didn’t need nearly as much as he made. It wasn’t the cake itself, but it should suffice. He just wanted a taste…

He heard the shower turn on and Nate’s speakers blasting out his playlist and figured now was as good of a time as any to sneak a taste. Cory paused his game and got up from the couch, tightening his towel around his waist so it wouldn’t fall down, and walked over to the counter. He leaned over to sniff the bowl, inhaling its sweet, fruity, sugary aroma, and scooped three fingers inside in a makeshift spoon to sample the flavor. He had taken about half of the mixture in his fingers when he dipped, and though he knew that was greedy, he also knew he was about to clean all the bowls anyways and what Nate doesn’t know won’t hurt him. He brought his finger to his mouth and began sucking and licking his finger clean.

“MMmmmm,” Cory groaned as he savored the flavors of the icing. He was lifting his hand up to scoop the other half of the leftover icing into his fingers when his stomach seized. It felt like something was churning and tossing around in his guts, like he was about to either projectile vomit or explosively shit himself. He put his hands down on his knees and prepared to let whatever was about to happen, happen. Jesus, was Nate trying to poison Benji?! Cory was so caught off guard by the sudden pain that he didn’t notice when his knees, back, and elbows began to wobble, seemingly on their own accord. He couldn’t notice it too much from his hunched position, but Cory’s legs, back, and arms were beginning to twist and stretch longer. The pain began to dissipate but was replaced by a numb, tingling feeling all over.

Cory began to stand up slowly, no longer feeling like he was about to spill his guts, but definitely feeling like something was coming. As he stood, he could immediately tell the stark difference in height. He had once stood 6’1”, a decent, slightly-above average height, but now he was approaching 6’9”, his body maintaining the same proportions as it grew bigger. His breath caught in his throat, stunned by the new height, unsure of what happened or whether he was dreaming.

Suddenly he heard the sound of cloth falling and felt the chilling sensation of air on his butt and lower body. Looking down, he noticed that his towel had given up its grip around his waist and dropped to the floor. As he looked down at himself, his eyes much further away from the floor than seconds ago, he felt a strong tugging sensation on his dick. He looked down quizzically at his member, and it seemed to look as though his dick was being pulled by an invisible hand and his balls were involuntarily contracting and releasing over and over again, growing bigger and heavier.

“Fuck, man, what the he—..” his voice caught in his throat as he felt the most intense wave of pleasure sweep over him in his life. His body involuntarily lurched forward, forcing him against the kitchen counter. From his new height, lurching against the counter caused his cock and balls to land in the mixing bowl with the leftover icing. Hopefully Nate wouldn’t need the rest of that. He looked down and groaned, seeing his thick dick and big balls covered in the pink icing, while his cock continued to appear as though something was tugging at it, only this time it seemed to get thicker and longer with every tug and release.

He began to rhythmically moan and groan as his body began pulsing outward harder and harder from inside. It wasn’t like he was gaining insane new definition; he was growing, for sure, but it felt more like he was becoming more and more dense. New hair was sprouting all over his face and body, making him appear slightly older and more distinguished, his moans and groans grew deeper and deeper, and he began to lose all sense of shame or panic as his mind was overtaken by lust and pride.

He wanted to explore this new body, but by the way his stomach churned over and groaned, it was clear that whatever was happening to him was far from over. His hands took a iron grip onto the kitchen counter as his body tensed up completely, growing unbearably tight and boiling hot to the touch. His breathing tightened to a tense wheeze. Sweat poured down his body in thick rivers as his teeth clenched and his eyes bulged. When he felt like he was at a breaking point, that’s when it happened.

His body pulsed larger, only this time, he truly grew larger. It was like a full body flex, but the muscles stayed flexed instead of reducing down with each pulse. He used what little movement he still retained to move his head, looking down at his arms as they pulsed and bulged, pulsed and bulged, pulsed and bulged, each consecutive pulse making his arms appear like twisting, swelling pythons. He forced out a pained, wheezing laugh as he watched his pecs lift higher and higher, pumping up and rounding out as they protruded from his chest, his nipples immediately jutting out further and hardening sharply like two two pop-up turkey timers. Looking down past his pecs (now a slightly difficult task), he could see his pre-shiny, enflamed, icing-coated cock begin to sputter and belch huge amounts of thick, creamy jizz into the bowl, mixing around with the pink icing. It didn’t look like his usual thicker, stickier, more viscous loads, but rather more like a thick, creamy, milky consistency. Stranger still — it had a bright pink hue to it.

He continued to unload into the bowl while his body continued its transformation. He grunted and moaned loudly as his legs were forced wider apart, making room for his genuinely tree trunk-sized thighs that rose to the surface and hardened, nearly crushing his new orange-sized balls between their bulging mass. It felt like really aggressive hands were squeezing and playing with his ass cheeks as he looked behind him and saw that it too was extending further out from his body than he’d ever imagined possible, hardening and rounding perfectly against his body, looking surprisingly inviting even from Cory’s angle. Hell, he’d fuck his own ass right now if it were possible. He continued flexing and growing all over, giving ecstasic vocalizations the entire time, squeezing and worshiping himself all over. It started to subside somewhat, but he was absolutely floored by the end result.

He’d become larger than he ever though possible. He hadn’t even seen dudes in the gym who came close to his size, and he loved it. He could go out and be the target of lust for every woman and man.

… and man? Cory always considered himself to be straight as an arrow, but the thought of sharing his new, immense power in bed with another man turned him on. He felt his cock unleash more of his pink jizz into the bowl and he giggled at the sensation, feeling as though it was unending.

“Cory? You good?” Nate was descending the stairs.

‘Oh fuck, oh shit!’ he thought to himself in a panic, looking around for he best way to cover himself, but with no luck.

“It sounded like you were being attacked down here or some—..”

Nate stopped at the bottom of the stairs, wrapped in a towel, his hair still wet from the shower, and his mind blown. His friend, whom he had secretly lusted over for some time, was now easily 150 lbs heavier than he was moments ago, standing nude in the kitchen with his dick in a bowl full of some pink stuff for some reason.

“C—… Cory?!” Nate asked with shock.

Cory just shrugged his giant shoulders with an awkward smile, now taller than Nate for the first time, still holding the nearly full bowl between his legs with his extra-large cock and balls swimming inside.

“How did you—… What—… Dude you’re fucking ripped!”

Cory wheezed a breathless laugh, “I know, right?!” He twisted and angled his body, checking himself out for the first time the same way Nate was. He flexed his legs and his arms to see their size and upon looking back at Nate with a grin, he could see that Nate was staring at him slack-jawed, overcome by lust.

Nate didn’t exactly know why, but he… loved the effect he was having on Nate. He had always noticed Nate staring at him at certain points throughout the house, but he had opted to just not acknowledge it and not do anything to perpetuate the crush. Now, he wasn’t so sure. Now, he was incredibly turned on by the attention. Now, he wanted to give his friend a little more to really get him going. Now, he wouldn’t be so upset with his friend slobbering his filthy knob if that was something he wanted to do. Now, he was beginning to realize that he wanted that.

Cory looked over to Nate with a sexy look, which put a look of surprise across Nate’s face. Cory grinned back and began to bounce his massive pecs, knowing Nate had a weakness for that. Nate swooned and Cory saw his throbbing erection slip out between his wrapped towel.

“I see someone likes it,” Nate said saucily, looking down at Nate’s cock.

Nate looked down, “Shitshitshitshit!” he hissed, turning around and trying to conceal his boner as best as he could. “I’m sorry man, it’s just you look fucking incredible.”

Cory grinned, closing the distance between the two of them, “Thank you, man! And I know…” he wrapped a hand around Nate’s waist, making him gasp. “I think you do, too.” he whispered into Nate’s ear and pulled the towel off him, leaving him fully naked, his cock bouncing up and bobbing free from its confines.

Nate reached up and felt Cory’s impressive abs and chest now that they were standing so close to each other. Cory grinned and flexed for him, hardening everything and letting Nate feel the curvature of his body. Cory took the initiative and leaned down to plant a wet kiss on Nate, which Nate eagerly reciprocated. They sucked tongues for a while, Cory’s larger tongue snaking around Nate’s mouth while Nate tasted the sweet flavor within Cory’s mouth. Nate felt something wet and spongy stamp against his torso and so he looked down to see that Cory’s cock had swollen harder and now pressed against his own torso. He looked back up at Cory, who looked down at him with anticipation.

“Suck it,” he grumbled.

“With pleasure,” Nate cooed as he got down on his knees, taking the bowl from Cory’s hands and lowering it to the floor. He could see the soaked state of it, covered and dripping slowly in places by a thick, creamy, pink substance, with bits of icing stuck around it too. How he had grown to this size and why was still a mystery to Nate and the mixing bowl that used to be full of only icing that he was holding only compounded on the mystery, but lust took over all faculties of the mind and Nate was determined to give his friend’s dark, Mediterranean cock the best head he’d gotten in his life.

Nate started by licking Cory’s sack, taking some of the strange but oddly sweet and sour substance into his mouth. It tasted delicious, but it’s consistency was unlike any other food. In fact, it seemed as though Cory had just cum a liter into the bowl and that was that, but it didn’t explain the flavor. No matter, he had balls to suck. He wrapped his mouth around Cory’s swinging sack, feeling his ridiculously large nuts slipping inside his mouth, and he swirled them around with his tongue, appreciating the flavor and the huge size.

He finished sucking Cory’s balls and moved to his shaft, scratching his own chest slightly, feeling an intense heat building up inside him which he just attributed to the horniness. Cory was already gasping out several moans from having his balls serviced, but Nate was going to give him more. He began pleasuring the shaft the same way he pleasured any shaft: he opened wide and slowly fed the cock all the way into his mouth, staring up at Cory through the ridges and valleys of his musculature, until he reached the root of the shaft, then swirled his tongue around easily the biggest cock he’d ever had in his mouth, sort of impressed with himself. Years and years of blowing dudes had given him the skill set he needed for this moment.

Cory groaned and pressed his hips firmly against Nate’s face as Nate continued to take him in the back of his throat. Nate could tell by the warmth filling his mouth that Cory was beginning to drool more and more of his cum into his mouth, which he swallowed along with the excess that was already on the cock as best as he could. Nate began to feel a tightness along with the buildup of heat in his system and grew slightly concerned, but he had waited so long to give this to Cory that he wasn’t going to let anything stop him. He backed his head up from the root of the cock and brought a hand up to wrap around the shaft in front of his lips. That’s when he started picking up the pace.

Nate bobbed forward and backwards so many times in such rapid procession, pleasuring Cory’s huge cock with both his mouth and his hand, twisting and pumping the cock with his hands and swallowing the excess of cum as it poured out of Cory as best as he could. He began grunting with exertion and pleasure, slightly deeper than he remembered his own voice being, but loving the sensation of swallowing a seemingly endless flow of cum. Cory held his hands on both sides of Nate’s head, bucking his hips slightly into his friend as he skullfucked him. He’d never been blown by a dude before, but at this point he decided he wouldn’t do it any other way moving forward. Then Cory looked down and noticed something about Nate. He was broader than he remembered. Plus he swore he could see Nate’s already pretty rounded ass begin to perk up and gain more and more musculature in his glutes.

Nate disconnected from Cory’s cock but continued pumping his meat, “You taste so fucking good, dude.” Cory’s face was contorted in intense pleasure, but he noticed as his friend disconnected from his cock that Nate’s own cock seemed to be growing redder, thicker, and longer between his legs. Plus, his pec shelf was beginning to take on more shape than he’d ever seen on Nate.

Nate continued sucking with increased intensity, quickening his process and sucking with more ferocity. He simply had to drink as much cum from Cory as he could. Cory looked down, his horniness and his shock growing as he looked down to see his friend continue to swell larger and larger against his cock. He couldn’t help but want to see more from his friend and felt his flow out of his balls pick up in volume.

Nate’s eyes shot open, remembering the bowl on the floor full of Cory’s potent product. He quickly dislodged Cory’s cock from his mouth with a sucking kiss and leaned forward to grab the bowl, Cory’s cock still in his hand.

“What—What are you..?” Cory panted as he watched Nate.

Nate took the bowl to his mouth and tipped it back. Cory could hear loud, intense sounds of Nate swallowing tons and tons of liquid and saw his throat bulge with each consecutive giant mouthful he took. He tipped it further as he reached the bottom of the bowl, doing so faster than Cory felt was possible for a person to drink, and took the bowl away from his mouth with a satisfied sigh, quickly sliding it back up on the counter, where it tumbled into the kitchen sink. Nate looked up at him with a grin and a cummy, drooling mouth and Cory was shocked to see that his jaw had become more square and his head had become more angular and his face had become more handsome.

“May I have some more?” he asked deeply, his back, shoulders, neck, and pecs beginning to swell much more quickly and larger and larger muscles. The second Cory nodded yes, Nate was back against his crotch, sucking more and more jizz out of Cory. Cory couldn’t help but swoon as he watched Nate begin to pick up in speed in his growth. His body began to slide across the floor as it swelled larger and larger, his massive hands needed to prop his incredible body weight up more as he blew Cory, and his cock felt tighter than it ever had as it continued to swell larger too.

Nate dislodged with a loud, sucking *pop* from Cory’s cock and clumsily stood up from his position on the floor. Cory groaned in awe and lust as he watched his friend get onto his feet, stumble a bit, and stand towering above him.

“Fuck, bro, look at what you did to me,” Nate grumbled deeply in a voice and with a face much more dom than he’d been before. He groaned as he stretched and flexed his body, looking down at himself and overwhelmed by the decision of which body part to worship first. Cory felt up Nate in every area he could reach. Before the self-worship could begin for Nate, he had to get rid of this pressure in his cock.

“You ever been fucked by a man, Cory?” Nate asked deadpan and deeply, stroking his big cock.

“I think you know I haven’t,” Cory responded with a grin.

Nate stepped towards him, running his hands down Cory’s rippling sides, “First time for everything, right?”

“You know it, big boy,” Cory responded with a wink.

Nate smirked and turned Cory around, making him face the sink, and angled his back down so he was bending over. Cory couldn’t help but beam in a smile as he felt his friend’s feet push his out further so his legs were spread wide. Cory had never been the sub in a relationship, but now that it was happening he realized that he absolutely loved it. He prepared for the worst as he felt the massive, spongy cock head of his friend press against his asshole, but calmed down when Nate leaned in to whisper.

“This is gonna be better than anything you’ve felt in your life.”

Cory’s senses then exploded into a firework show of intense pleasure when he felt the length of Nate’s cock slide into his ass. Nate’s cock accessed a point within his guts that gave him such an earth-shattering sensation that his eyes rolled back and he couldn’t help but slide forward and back to make sure that spot was hit again. He could already feel the warmth of Cory’s seed begin to slick the walls of his guts as Nate picked up with intensity. Nate leaned his body onto Cory’s back as he continued bucking his hips into his friend, sticking his hands under his pits and squeezing Cory’s pecs and teasing his nipples. Cory never wanted to fuck or be fucked by anyone else, he’d never experienced anyone as talented or anyone as mutually beneficial as Nate, and his body seemed to be agreeing with him as he felt himself tighten up a little more, his muscles firming a little harder and a little larger.

Nate and Cory’s groaning picked up in intensity and rapidness as they both approached climax. Cory’s breath caught in his throat as he sprayed a powerful torrent of his jizz into the sink, landing loudly against the metal of the sink. He squirted and squirted and squirted, thinking he would never run out, and it eventually teetered off into a steady drool, but never really ending. All the while, Nate slammed his hips against Cory’s ass while crying out with the most intense orgasm of his life, feeling his cock unload incredible volumes into his friend’s guts. Cory could feel his guts expanding with the amount they were being filled and let out a shuddering sigh with a grin as he accepted the role of being a cum dump for his friend. He felt the huge amount slosh around in his guts as Nate dislodged and turned him around.

Nate went slack-jawed and felt up his friend’s bulging abs as they distended with the amount of jizz inside him. Cory leaned into kiss him, and felt his own body begin to tense up again. His body trembled as Nate wrapped himself around him. Cory groaned and grinded against Nate as his trembling body suddenly shot up 6 inches taller, now eye-level with Nate. Nate grinned and squeezed Cory’s arms as Cory smirked and exploded with size, his arms bulging impossibly larger, his back, neck, and shoulders broadening, his pecs growing so quickly and largely that they pushed Nate back, his abs growing deeper and longer, his cock and balls bursting huge and pendulous, now a cool 16 inches soft, and his legs swelling and tightening triple the size of a star linebacker.

The growth of his abs caused his guts to tighten and the little of Nate’s cum squirted out of his ass and down to the floor. Cory looked down a bit disappointed that he had just cleaned but a bit surprised and impressed that this was the only amount of jizz that was spilled on the floor in all the time he and Nate were fucking and sucking.

Nate reached around and ran a finger up Cory’s hole, sending a shiver up his spine, and bringing a fingerful of his own jizz that was still dribbling out to his mouth, savoring both his own flavor and the flavor of his friend-turned-new lover.

“I think before we enjoy this any more, we need to go somewhere we can really let loose.” Nate reasoned in a deep, sexy voice.

“Agreed,” Cory responded with a grin.

Nate led the way and Cory followed, making their way to the backyard. Once in the sun, they turned and looked at each other with excited, giggling grins and smashed into one another, sucking face and kissing passionately, tugging on each other’s shafts and massaging each other’s nuts. They weren’t paying attention to the direction they were going and both tripped into the above-ground pool in the backyard with deep laughter. After some time, the water of the pool took on a more opaque, pink color.

———

Benji arrived home a sweaty mess. Taking a run after an exhausting day of work was not the best idea at all, but the exercise helped him burn off the frustration he had leftover. No need to bring that kind of negative energy home, especially on the night of his birthday party.

The sounds of the neighborhood greeted him on his walk to the front door of his shared house. Kids screaming and playing, dogs barking, one of their nearby neighbors mowing their yard. There was one thing that he thought he heard above the din that sounded like an intense wrestling match happening somewhere behind the house. He shrugged, thinking it must’ve been one of their neighbors working out outside in one of the yards beyond their fence line. He arrived at the door, fiddled around with his keys, and stuck the proper key in the lock. Work was over, dusk was approaching, and he was thrilled for the party his friends had planned.

He opened the door and was pleased by the site of their clean shared space, something that had become an embarrassment of a rarity. Benji was surprised to not see his roommates when he entered; he was so used to coming home from the day and finding the two of them playing something or watching something and talking about god knows what. ‘Oh well, they must be getting ready for tonight,’ Benji thought to himself.

The fragrant, flowery smell of the cleaning products Cory had used on the apartment as well as the sweet aroma of something that had been baked lingered in the air and made Benji grin. It had been a shocking amount of time between now and the last time they truly cleaned the apartment or even made some kind of food from scratch, so it all gave Benji a nostalgic feeling of his childhood home. His mother always kept the house immaculate and was an expert cook, always making the house smell incredible with whatever she was concocting.

Some other smell hit Benji’s senses, something that smelled tart… and a little musky.

Walking further into the house, he noticed the cake propped on top of the refrigerator. It was very pretty, as cakes go, obviously lovingly crafted by Nate. His stomach grumbled. It had been a while since he’d eaten… In fact, the only thing he’d remembered eating that day was a handful of pretzels and an apple on his way out the door that morning. The cake looked extremely appetizing, almost unbearably so.

He stepped into the kitchen and noticed something on the floor in front of the sink. Something pink had dripped to the floor, maybe the batter or something from the cake. He was surprised that neither Cory nor Nate had noticed, given how large the spill was. He walked to the sink and took a paper towel off its roll to wet and notice that whatever it is was a part of the cake, seeing as the mixing bowl in the sink was coated with the stuff (along with marks indicating that someone had licked the bowl). He took the wetted paper towel and wiped it up, but was surprised at the consistency. It was simultaneously creamy and liquid-like, but also thick and sticky, leaving gluey webby trails when he picked it up. It certainly wasn’t the consistency of any batter he’d seen in his life, except maybe baby batter… But the pink color perished that thought from his mind. It had to have been something used in the cake. He couldn’t think of what else it could be. Like, what could be this pink, this slimy? His mind went to the ectoplasm from Ghostbusters 2 and he chuckled at himself.

After properly cleaning up the mess, he finally got a good look at the cake again. Fuck, was it inviting. His stomach grumbled loudly again. He couldn’t hear his roommates in the house, in fact it seemed like he was completely alone for the time being. He knew that if he tried the cake without consulting Nate, he would get upset, but he also understood that Nate would be okay with it if he knew how hungry Benji was.

Yeah, he was gonna have a piece. Cut a small sliver from one side and turn the cake around so Nate couldn’t see the damage immediately. Good plan. It was his cake, after all.

Benji stood on his toes and picked up the plate the cake was resting on and brought it down to the counter. Fuck, it smelled so good! Nate obviously outdid himself making it. Benji grabbed a knife from the rack next to the stove and cut a small but adequate wedge out of the side of the cake. He could see that the pink, fluffy, moist inside was flaked with tiny chunks of fruit. Nate outdid himself indeed! He’d watched enough of British baking shows to know how difficult it is to properly put fresh fruit in a baked item.

Like any man his age, he decided not to get a plate and handle the slice by hand. Why dirty silverware or plates for something small like this? He smelled the cake again, trying to pinpoint which fruit exactly was used, but couldn’t name it. Oh well, gotta taste to find out.

Benji opened his mouth wide and folded the small piece of cake into his mouth, pushing the mass of it into his mouth entirely and sucking his fingers dry of the icing.

The feeling he experienced when it hit his stomach was indescribable. It was more intense than anything he had ever eaten and the carnal lust to consume more rivaled any vice or drug Benji had ever taken. A sweeping, hot, overwhelming feeling overtook him, and his mind experienced a dizzying wave of ecstasy, removing all other thought and care for anything except Nate’s creation. He couldn’t tell at the moment, due to his intoxicating draw towards the cake, but for some reason he was sporting maybe the most intense, throbbing erection he’d ever experienced in his life. He looked back down at the cake, his mouth watering—like, actually watering—as drool ran down his chin and sweat poured down his cheek, chest, and back. Nate was gonna be pissed, but who the hell cared.

He had to get more of that fucking cake.

“So good,” he moaned as he threw himself down to the counter, leaning over closely to the cake and shoveling full fingers of its contents into his mouth, making his hands and around mouth filthy with the pink icing. He chewed and swallowed as quickly as he could with each consecutive bite before shoveling the next mouthful in. The excess of cake traveled down his esophagus and into his stomach, which churned and shifted violently, rapidly digesting the food in preparation for what was to come.

“Fuuuuuuck,” Benji continued to groan as he stuffed himself full, his eyes rolling back. He didn’t realize it in his carnal stupor, but his body began pulsating rhythmically, fluidly, and goddamn intensely with each passing second. His entire body began to tremble as it pulsated, as if gearing up for something to come.

“UUU-UUuuuhhhh,” he grunted, packing more cake into his mouth, still ignorant of the changes happening to him, as his arms and legs packed on an impossibly huge amount of weight, bursting in size from average, casual gym-goer to swim team captain to underwear model to seasoned weightlifting champion in a matter of seconds. His twisting, bulging arms twitched and flexed as he continued to absorb more of the cake into his gullet. His thighs bursted so obscenely huge and wide that he was forced to stand with his legs spread apart so as to not crush his balls. He unclenched his ass as it bulged and jumped out from his body, rounding perfectly and prompting his gym shorts to explode off his body in shreds, leaving him in only his tightening briefs.

“MMMMmmmmppphhh, fuck yeah, so fucking good,” Benji grunted in a voice far deeper than his own, shoveling more of the cake into his mouth. His skin was now beginning to audibly stretch as his body continued to swell at an impossible rate. He only mildly registered that he didn’t have as much ability to move his head around as his shoulders and neck stacked on more and more mass, while his pecs thudded against his tank top and blocked out much of his lower peripheral vision. They bounced larger and larger and larger against his chest, and their size was accentuated due to Benji’s massive arms squeezing them together as he reached forward for more and more cake, giving him mouthwatering muscular cleavage.

His gut began to distend, not due to the copious amounts of cake he was forcing into his mouth, but rather because of the hard 8 pack that formed against the surface of his skin. Would he had any attention devoted to anything other than eating, he would’ve been thrilled to see it, since his abs was a muscle group he always had trouble growing. He continued swallowing as he could and as quickly as he could, scarfing down every last bit of the cake he could manage.

He stopped only for a moment, and against his will. In his cessation, he realized—after about a minute of nonstop eating—that he couldn’t move at all. Not that he was paralyzed in any sense, but that he had gained so much mass in such a little amount of time that he had become immobile. He struggled to even move his arms towards the cake plate. Soon, he began to feel the crushing sensation of his monstrous musculature weighing down on him, making him feel stiff, powerless, and slightly embarrassed. At the moment he began to panic, another sensation set in.

“OOOOOooooohhh,” Benji moaned loudly as he felt a tugging sensation, one that began at his neck and started working its way slowly downwards. He could hear his bones cracking and his body reforming from within as he began to feel more movement in his head. His neck was stretching up and out of the mound of mass he had become. “Fuuuuuuucking hell, ooooohhh,” he continued moaning as his chest and torso begin to stretch, along with his arms and lower back. His body was accommodating for the huge mass he had gained with a size proportional to its growth. “Mmmmrrrpphhh oooooohhhh FUCK YEAH!!” He screamed/moaned up to the ceiling as he felt his hips and legs begin to stretch longer, accommodating for his larger size and giving his new ass and thighs a lot more room to show off. His tank top had risen so far up his torso to make room for his growing mass that it looked more like a sports bra—hell, even smaller than that. It couldn’t be pulled down any further, and the elastic of the briefs began to dig into his skin with how tight it had become. He could hear threads popping and seams tearing slowly, but not enough to relieve him of his clothes tightness.

He finally got a good look at himself in the break from his growth. He had seen some pretty jacked guys at the gym and on athletic fields throughout his life, but not a single fucking one held a candle to him now. He was muscular godhood personified, and he wanted nothing more than to be worshiped.

As if on queue, the threads in his briefs let out a prolonged ripping sound into the silent kitchen. He looked down to see his torn underwear fall to the floor, and his enormous cock and balls flop out from their tight position between his legs, bouncing and bobbing with the weight of their gravity. He reached down to start pumping his enhanced meat, but he quickly noticed the reason his underwear had torn now instead of sooner.

His balls, swooping and dangling heavily between his powerful thighs, were swelling steadily larger inside their sack. He held his sack in his large hand, now barely fitting inside his palm, and could feel a churning sensation, both from the sensation in his hand and in his crotch, as his balls continued to swell. Suddenly his cock began to fatten. He had always been a little thick in the middle of his girth, but now it swelled larger beyond anything he’d seen before. It drooped lower with its new weight, and he picked it up to rest in his hand. It seemed like it was filling up with something. His knees began to wobble, experiencing a growing pain in his cock as it’s girth grew fatter and fatter and fatter, tightening the skin of his cock and making it appear red and angry.

“FFF—FFFUUUUCCK,” he groaned loudly as his cock relieved itself of its tightness and swollen appearance by shooting forward several more inches. At first, it had just lengthened, pulling more and more skin with it and thinning, but then it thickened far past its usual thickness, starting from the root, bulging out in the center a bit like he was used to, and finally causing his nubby cock head—at least compared to the rest of his body—to bloom large, fat, and spongy. The tightness now relieved, his cock began to spit out thick ropes and ropes of pink cum, the same color and consistency of the stuff he found on the floor when he came in. (Wait but what was that doing on the floor when he came in?) But it didn’t feel like he was climaxing, but rather like his body was dumping jizz as quickly as it made it, so as to not crowd his balls or his cock too much.

He panted heavily as his cock voided huge amounts of thick, pink, creamy spunk all over the floor, splattering loudly against the kitchen tile. He tried to catch it in his hands, but it quickly overflowed in his cupped palms and spilled to the floor. Dejected, he just let the large amount that he had caught in his makeshift hand-bowl spill to the floor too. He knew he was making a ridiculously huge mess all over the kitchen, but he didn’t know what else to do. He looked around for a towel or a rag or something he could—…

His eyes landed on the cake on the counter once again, nearly half eaten and beckoning him to finish the rest of it.

The familiar carnal sensation overtook him once again. He was completely and utterly devoted to finishing off what was left of the delicious cake. Sure, he had already finished half of the entire thing, but his grumbling stomach pushed him to consume more.

He dug his cum-soaked hands into the cake and brought both hands up to his face, trying to force both handfuls into his mouth at the same time. His cummy hands soaked through the cake in his hand making it a soggy mess, but upon tasting it he could tell that the tart flavor of his new jizz only served to enhance the flavor of the cake. Not to mention, jizz-soaked cake was easier to scarf down than drier cake.

“Fuck yeah, gimme—mmmrpphh—gimme more!!” Benji grunted between fistfuls of cake. He began a routine for consuming what was left: take a handful, bring it to his cock, let his endless flow of jizz soak the handful completely, bring it to his face, and eat. Then repeat the process with his other hand while he ate with other. He couldn’t help but giggle at the satisfaction his senses were experiencing, his cock and balls continuing to expand and lengthen, his face bulging and reshaping into an even more handsome mug, and his sweet, pungent musk pervading the house. All the while, his body continued to go through an intensified second round of growth. Benji didn’t comprehend a second of it though, as his mind was completely devoted to eating what remained of the cake, it’s mysterious draw hypnotizing him.

He began to resemble an inflatable statue more than a man, as the muscles all over his body swelled exponentially larger while his limbs and bones cracked, stretched, and reformed to accommodate for his endlessly larger size. He hardly even registered it when he was forced to hunch now that his tallness had reached the ceiling of the kitchen. He just continued to take more and more of the cake, soak it in his cum, and eat it like a man possessed.

“More, fuuuuuccck yeeeeahhhh, MORE!!!” Benji yelled between laughs as the increasing weight of his body made the kitchen tile floor crack. He had now grown so much that he was forced to collapse down on his ass to sit on the cum-flooded floor. All that remained of the cake were a few lingering crumbs and the icing that had stuck to the plate. He took the cake plate—a bulky, ceramic, two-handed carry thing—and held it between his thumb and index finger, and licked the plate up and down, covering the massive plate with his enhanced tongue. Once fully cleaned, he tossed the plate into the living room nonchalantly where it shattered into several pieces, but he didn’t care.

“MMMMMMMmmmmmmm,” Benji vocalized loudly, rubbing his cobblestone, distended muscle gut. He licked around his lips and in turn cleaned the rest of his face, as his tongue could now slip down past his chin as above his nose, gaining an impressive size, even in comparison to the rest of his body. After rubbing his gut, he brought his hands up against his dresser-sized pecs and squeezed his new chest. His dinner plate-sized nipples were erect and stiff, and he teased his thumbs across them and flicked them slightly with his massive fingers. His cock continued to spit out enormous ropes of pink cum all over the floor, but his nipple stimulation caused his cock to go fully erect and swing up against his gut, still sputtering out huge volumes of his cum all over him. He couldn’t help but laugh as his cock sprayed him in the face over and over again, coating his upper body in pink and soaking his already sweat-soaked hair.

All the while, Benji was still growing. He continued to gain musculature and his height was getting out of hand. Even through his ecstasy, Benji knew that he had to get out of there or else he wouldn’t be able to get out without breaking a couple walls and/or ceilings. He wiped his face of the pink jizz and looked around for an exit, landing on the back door adjacent to the kitchen. He shifted onto his side, his impossibly large body weight a little too much to manage, and began to crawl towards the door to the backyard, his cock still belching out huge amounts of cum, him laughing like a child at the chaotic, orgasmic absurdity of what had transpired in the time he arrived home.

———

Cory and Nate writhed and twisted in the above-ground pool, each taking turns worshipping the other, sucking the other’s cock, plugging their holes with the other’s swelling member, each perhaps making a little too much noise for their tiny neighborhood with their grunting and moaning, but their deepening vocalizations is part of what drove the other crazy. Due to their heavy, continued movements within the pool, most of the water inside had splashed over the side of the pool, soaking the lush grass below, but one could hardly tell now with the excess of the sloshing, pink, viscous fluid that mingled with the water.

Both turned around startled when they heard the back door being hit open, hearing the wood splinter slightly, and slamming against the brick wall of the house. Exerted grunting and deep laughs could be heard from inside as massive hand reached out of the door frame to get a good grip on the ground outside, followed by another one gripping the door frame.

“No fucking way,” Cory and Nate both moaned as they saw Benji’s enlarged head pop out of the doorframe, crawling his enormous body out of the house. He was giggling deeply to himself as he dragged his swelling body out of the house, Cory and Nate could see and hear huge ropes of pink jizz spray against and mess up the blinds of the living room window from inside. They both guessed that the furniture in the living room, not to mention the living room carpet, must’ve been absolutely soaked with Benji’s spunk. Nate started to feel ridiculous for feeling so guilty that he spilled a puddle of his jizz on the kitchen floor.

“Hey guys,” Benji grunted deeply with a grin as he strained to pull himself out of the house. His enormous and still-growing chest and torso were now out of the house, making Nate and Cory feel simultaneously completely inadequate but also turned on as hell, but he grunted and halted when he got to his hips. His growing body had led to a massive, rounded, god-like ass, which was thrilling to say the least, but it caused him to become stuck inside the house. He twisted and grunted but to no avail. Pink spunk was beginning to spill out of the doorway and into the backyard, providing him with some slick support, but he could feel still-growing legs in the house moving furniture around and his ass swelling larger behind him, so he knew that he wasn’t gonna get out without any property damage. ‘Gotta break a few eggs,’ he reasoned to himself in his mind as he planted both hands in front of him preparing to pull.

Benji grunted loudly as he used his strong arms to pull himself free of the house. The wood of the doorframe splintered in a sharp snap and the brick wall buckling and cracking horizontally around the frame. Once the minor destruction subsided, Benji pulled himself away from the door and carefully guided his legs out. He turned to look at Cory and Nate again and giggled as he brought his knees in and used his massive arms to prop himself up, getting ready to stand.

He towered above the yard, easily seeing into the yards of the next several houses town their row, not quite seeing over their roof but not far away from it either. His twitching, swelling cock kept pumping out pink spunk all over the yard, falling from his height with loud splatters at his feet. Luckily only one of their neighbors was outside tending to his garden when Benji stood. He watched paralyzed as the thick, muscular giant a few houses down stood up and arched his back in a stretch, flexing his mountainous arms as he grunted at the end of the stretch. The giant looked over at him with a grin and threw his head back in greeting. The man just stood with his hose in his hand and his mouth agape. As he watched the giant’s twitching pecs begin to jiggle and swell larger, followed by his broad shoulders and his bulging arms, the man simply dropped everything he had and ran inside.

Benji giggled and turned back to look down at his friends. He looked down and felt up his larger pecs, moving his hands down to rub his abs, and finally flopping his huge, spurting cock against his churning nuts. He twisted and flexed his slowly swelling, bulging arms and chuckled.

“Well, Happy Birthday to me, huh?” he thundered in a deep baritone.

Cory and Nate grinned up at him, each unsure of what to say. They both stood up in the pool, their newly jacked, upsized bodies now on full display for Benji. Benji could see that, though he was easily double, closer to triple their size, they were still absolute beasts among men, their new size and musculature could make even the most professional body builders jealous. In fact, Benji himself was getting a little stiff between the legs, his large cock—now about the length of a pool noodle and the thickness of a basketball—drooling his excess of pink jizz into the pool with heavy splatters. Nate was taller than Cory for the first time ever.

“Nate, bro, I loved the cake,” Benji said licking his lips. “Hate to say I wasn’t able to leave enough for you two to try it, but it was (*chef’s kiss*) divine.”

“Thanks, man!” Nate responded in a deep voice excitedly with a wide grin. The compliment from his giant friend made his dick throb, but he sported it in front of his roommates without any shame. “Wasn’t expecting it to turn out so, uhh…. potent, but I’m glad you loved it!”

“And Cory! Looks like you’ve become confident in your sexuality! Congrats, man!”

“Ahhh, yeah, you know it’s… What can I say? I just…” Cory dipped his head into his shoulder bashfully and scratched the back of his head. He was turned on by the mere acknowledgement from his giant friend, his dick perking up a little bit and squirting out a stronger stream of his own pink jizz that had only been drooling out of it before.

“No need to explain yourself! I’m just happy for you!” Benji boomed with a smile, Cory smiling back and flexing his arms against his sides in combined arousal and bashfulness. Benji gestured to his crotch, “Besides, your body seems to be doing all of the explaining! In fact, lemme try some of that…”

“What—..” before Cory could finish asking what he meant, Benji brought his massive arms down and scooped Cory up into the air in front of his face. Cory’s face beamed with anticipation as Benji brought him closer, stuck out his tongue—now the size of a beach towel—and lapped up Cory’s legs up to his cock, which Benji eagerly brought into his mouth and began sucking.

Cory threw his head back in a deep, booming moan as his cock was serviced inside the giant mouth, Benji’s skillful tongue swirling around it, the powerful suction making him feel like he was being pumped, feeling his cock beginning to unload heavier and heavier shots into Benji’s skillful mouth. Nate joined in on the action below, angling Benji’s huge cock down and punching his tongue in and out of the gushing slit of Benji’s massive cock head, giggling as stronger and stronger streams of Benji’s cum poured out and soaked his entire head as he continued tongue-fucking his friend’s gaping cock slit. Cory kept bucking his face over and over against his friend’s enormous face, his glutes tightening harder and harder with each thrust. He had been firing out a steady, unending stream into Benji’s mouth for a while now, and Benji finally pulled him out of his mouth with a sucking *pop*, letting Cory continue to unload all over his own huge cheeks, lips, chin, nose, and brows.

Benji swallowed the remaining spunk in his mouth with a satisfied sigh. Soon after, Cory—still resting in his friend’s hands, suspended in the air—heard a loud churning in Benji’s guts, followed by the sound of churning traveling up his esophagus, arriving in Benji’s throat, as Cory braced for vomit or something to happen.

“*BUUUUUUUURRRRRRPP*” Benji belched almost deafeningly loudly onto Cory. Cory could feel the warm air pound against his body, and he was preparing for a nauseating smell to follow, but instead was pleasantly surprised to smell sweetness and sourness with just a slightly cummy scent at the end. Benji let out a shuddering breath and shook a little as a chill ran up his towering spine, and Cory could feel and hear a slight rumbling coming from Benji’s body. He smiled drunkenly at Cory as and grunted softly as his neck, shoulders, and pecs jiggled and swelled a little larger, and could feel himself rising further into the air slightly as Benji tacked on another half foot in height. A slight difference, yes, but noticeable nonetheless. Benji bent over and set Cory back down in the pool.

“Sexual liberation looks good on you, man!” Benji said to Cory with his big hands on his giant hips. He smacked his lips, “Tastes good, too… Move over, you guys, I wanna cool off a bit.”

Nate and Cory spread to opposite sides of the above-ground pool, making room for their friend. Benji stepped through the pool and out on the other side, then squatted—his enormous thighs and calves activating—to sit down in the pool. Nate seemed to be standing in the exact direction Benji was going to sit, and he looked up to see Benji’s gargantuan ass descending, his cheeks spreading and giving Nate a front row view of his puckering rosebud. Nate was tempted to just stay there, let Benji sit on him and suck him up into his hole, squirm around in there for a bit to let Benji feel what it was like to have one of his friends inside him. Talk about a ‘Happy Birthday.’ In the last second, he decided against it and moved out of the way, letting Benji land in the water with his ass on the bottom.

Benji shifted a bit and got comfortable, his giant, meaty arms resting against the edges of the pool and his enormous legs hanging off the side and resting in the grass outside the pool. He was surprised to feel the warmth of the water and had noticed its pink hue since the time he found his way outside. He put a hand in the water and brought it out again, watching the pink water slosh off him thickly and leaving a webby trail from the water to his hand. He sucked his hand dry and felt himself perk up yet again, this time centralized in his pecs. He felt and watched them swell, bringing his arms in to squeeze them. As he squeezed them, he was surprised when his hands pulled away to see another webby trail, only this time leading from his huge nipples to his hands. Excitement buzzed in him like a high. He was fucking milking.

Benji looked seductively at Cory and Nate, “Well, seems like you two have been busy.” Cory and Nate looked at each other and giggled, watching pink jizz continue to drool out of their swinging meats and into the water, along with the gargantuan cock between them. “Busy, busy, busy. But,” he said with a pause, thumbing his nipples and showing his two friends the cum seeping out of them, inciting them to both gasp in ecstasy. “You two still have a lot of catching up to do.”

He beckoned them forward, cupping his huge, leaking pecs, and guided both of their smiling faces towards his puckering nipples.

“Aaaaahhhhh,” Benji groaned as he felt his two friends suckle at his bulging pecs. It was an orgasmic experience—feeling the spunk being sucked out of his chest by his two friends—so good that he was prepared to let them do it for as long as they wanted. He could feel their hard bodied grinding against his sides, their hard cocks spewing hot jizz all over him from under the pink water. As they suckled, they grunted and moaned as they began to bulge, tighten, and swell against his chest. An immense feeling of power rushed over Benji, knowing that he was the one responsible for his two friends bulking up against him, he was the titan with the power to breed more titans. He groaned and threw his head back, holding the backs of the two growing heads attached to his tits. His cock was spewing a fountain of pink jizz into the water, further thickening and diluting it. Between the growing masses inside and the movement of the three giants, the sloshing pink liquid soon reached the rim of the pool and started splashing over onto the yard.

———

“Hello?”

The party guests arrived on time and stood in the entrance to the house. The four guests—a set of twins, one short and stocky guy, and one lanky tall guy, all mutual friends of the three roommates through their shared classes/clubs/intramurals—peered into the open door but couldn’t see or hear anyone. They had all been there before to watch games, study, play PS4, etc., so none of them felt awkward or had any qualms of just.. stepping inside.

They entered the home slowly and stepped into the familiar space. The air was rich with smells: those of cleaning products, those of baked goods, plus another one that was harder to pinpoint. Something sweet, but also sour, but also musky.

“Guys? Helloooo, we’re here? Guys?” the tall lanky guy called through the house.

“Hooooooly shit!” one of the twins called out.

Everyone came to see what prompted the reaction. Turning the hall, they could see that the kitchen floor was completely soaked with some kind of pink substance. Leaning forward they could see that the living room and its furniture was soaked with the stuff too. They carefully trudged through, noting it’s odd but familiar consistency.

The short and stocky guy stood over the kitchen sink and noticed a mixing bowl inside with what seemed to be batter for whatever it was they had baked earlier, judging by the smell. He lowered his face mask and stuck a finger in the bowl and wiped its walls clean, bringing his hand up to his mouth to suck his finger clean.

It was good! An odd flavor for sure, but still damn good.

He stuck his finger back inside, scooped another fingerful, and sucked it clean again. Then again. Then again. Then—

“What in the fuck?!” someone said at the door to the backyard. The short stocky guy pulled back up his face mask and stopped sampling the substance in the bowl and turned around to follow everyone else to the back door.

Several of them slipped and lost balance on their way to the door due to do the copious about of jizz all over the floor. As they each approached the door, they could hear a deep grunting and moaning building in volume.

Except for the short stocky guy, he was taking his sweet time heading to the door because he was suddenly overcome with an intense churning feeling in his gut and felt a hot, sweaty sensation sweep through his body. It’s like he was coming down with some stomach bug in a matter of seconds. What was in that batter?! He slipped and fell face first into the mess on the floor, grunting and groaning at the slight pain. He stood up and saw that the fronts of his large shirt and shorts were soaked with the pink stuff. He also noticed the consistency of the pink stuff was the same as the consistency of what was in the bowl. He stood up, but felt as he did that he was standing taller than he was before. Stranger still, he could see himself rising higher as he planted himself on two feet. He looked down to see the ground slowly falling further and further away from him. His body began to even out a lot more, his stocky build being distributed across his new height. Just as he started to panic slightly, another burning hot sensation overtook him, prompting him to immediately remove his soiled shirt and shorts, leaving him in just his knit boxers. For some reason, he had an erection that was straining against the fabric of his underwear, but his underwear began to feel even more tight as he felt his ass push against the fabric and round out more firmly and more perfectly. He lowered his boxers, freeing his cock and balls and dropping his jaw noticing his red, throbbing erection begin to lift higher, it’s hardness making its skin super tight, and finally stretching out further than it had ever been. Then more. Then even more. He held his balls and felt them churn and swell in their sack and groaned when he felt his chest twitch and bulge out further, firmed and rounded than it ever had been, followed soon by his arms.

“What the fuck is haaa—appening to meeeeee?” he asked to no one as his body sped up the process and started growing and bulging all over.

———

Everyone except for the short stocky guy had poured into the backyard, noting the broken doorframe and the cracked wall on the outside of the door. They stood together with their mouths agape as they watched the three giants writhe and moan against one another, sucking and slurping on every gigantic body part they could in a pool that was spilling over with the same pink stuff that was in the kitchen and living room. Their faces were sharp and angled and contorted in pleasure, but they all bared a striking resemblance to the three roommates of the house, Nate, Cory, and birthday boy Benji. Benji was without a doubt the largest of the three titans in the pool, but not by two much now at this point. Cory stood over Benji’s cock like a water fountain and eagerly drank the pink stuff that was cascading out of it while Nate was latched onto one of Benji’s perky, giant nipples.

Before they could say anything, the tall lanky guy felt heavy footsteps behind him and saw in his peripheral a hulking, bulging man’s yep up next to him. He looked over and came face to face with a voluptuous pec shelf. His eyes traveled further upwards and he swallowed dryly as he saw the face of the hulking man standing next to him: based on his eyes and his hair, it was undoubtedly their short stocky friend—though he was anything but that moments before.

“Holy fuck,” the tall lanky guy remarked breathlessly. The twins looked around and saw their hulking friend standing behind them. He was dreamy in every way now, and his body demanded to be worshipped. Their eyes traveled downwards and noticed his complete nudity, his new porn star cock drooling more of the pink stuff onto the ground. He simply threw his head back in greeting to the rest of them and bounced his pecs for them, loving how horny he knew he was making them. He looked at the giants in the pool, quickly recognizing them as his other friends, but even more quickly noticing the source of the pink stuff that was all over the house.

“Oh fuck yeah, gimme more of that,” he said deeply as he removed his mask completely and jogged over to the pool and hopped in. Benji, Nate, and Cory welcomed him in in an inadvertently bro-like cheer. He and Cory shared a deep kiss and he then lowered himself to wrap his lips around Cory’s swollen cock head while Cory continued drinking from Benji.

Benji turned and looked in the direction his friend came from and noticed the other guests standing near the house with their jaws hanging open.

“Guys, you made it!!” he boomed deeply with a feral grin and between moans. “Get the fuck in here! Y’all have a lot of catching up to do!”

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