From: richard@domani.net

The Change 2001

Part 1

Angelo and I had already decided that we needed to dispense with a normal bed. 
The two of us together weighed 700 lbs. and side by side we were something more 
than six feet across. With the addition of Dave we had nearly a thousand pounds 
of man meat in the bedroom.

“Y’know…” Angelo began.

“We may need to reinforce the floors?” I finished for him.

Dave looked from one of us to the other. Angelo rolled his eyes; I giggled.

“You have to realize…” Angelo started.

“We’ve known each other for a long time!” I added.

And then I reached over and ripped off Dave’s shirt and shorts in two blindingly 
fast swipes.

“Jesus,” I breathed.

“You looked good enough to eat!” Angelo exclaimed, running his hands across 
Dave’s godlike body. It was so fucking thick, so fucking built.

“Uh,” Dave interjected, eyes wide, licking his lips. “You're not…”

“Really going to eat you?” Angelo asked.

I put my hot mouth on Dave’s big, beefy cocked. he moaned with pleasure, closing 
his eyes. Angelo knelt behind him, wrapping his huge furry forearm across the 
vast expanse of Dave’s pecs.

“You donut realize,” Angelo murmured, “just how long…”

“The two of us have lusted after you,” I added, coming up for air, briefly.

“Lusted after ME?” Dave squawked. “But the two of you…!”

With that I figured it was time to give him a show. I lifted my mountainous 32 
inch biceps, flared my mind-boggling lats, inflated my humongous traps, squared 
my 40 inch wide shoulders, clenched my enormous, 78 inch fur-covered pecs.

“Holy fucking Christ!” he exclaimed, putting the edge of his meaty hand between 
the two boulders that formed my hulking chest. “You've got the fucking Grand 
Canyon going on here!”

In response I let my ponderous 15 inch monster cock slap against his diamond 
hard eight-pack. He gasped and sank back against Angelo, whose 11 inches of man 
rod were at full attention. I reached across Dave’s shoulders and clasped my 
huge hands behind Angelo’s bull-like neck – Dave was completely encased in 700 
lbs. of hot, pulsating man muscle and fur. He was completely and totally aware 
that either of us could impale him on our massive prongs if we chose to do so – 
and he wouldn't be able to do a damned thing to stop it, assuming he wanted to!

Dave moaned again, this time his eyes rolling back in his had. Against the steel 
plates that doubled as my abs I felt the twitching in his balls and the 
vibration along his stiff, powerful rod. Then the hot, thick jism splattered the 
underside of my mountainous pecs.

Dave’s eyes flew open.

“Shit! Shit! Shit!” he cried. “What's wrong with me?! I never cum this fast!”

I put a giant index finger against his full, sensuous lips, instantly silencing 
him.

“There's more where that came from,” I whispered.


Part 2


“I can’t believe how much you guys eat!” Dave exclaimed.

I looked at the kitchen table. It was a wreck, littered with several egg 
cartons, multiple gallon containers of milk and juice – all empty – and a half 
eaten Honey baked ham.

I belched.

I blushed.

“Uh, well…” I started.

“Get used to it, Dave,” Angelo interjected. “This is a light snack for us.”

Dave’s perfectly sculpted eyebrows knitted themselves together.

“So how…?”

Angelo immediately launched into a highly detailed, technical explanation of his 
discovery, Agent X, and the effects we had experienced. Dave’s eyes glazed over 
after about the tenth word. After the first hundred or so, his jaw went slack.

“Angelo!” I barked, slapping the table. Which was really unfortunate, inasmuch 
as all I was trying to do – honest! – was point out that Dave, unlike Angelo, 
did NOT have a Ph.D. molecular biology.

Unfortunate in that instead we had to contend with all the crockery, cutlery, 
empty containers and leftover ham bouncing a couple of feet into the air while 
the table split in two. When it all came down again the clatter was deafening.

“Goddammit, Bryan!” Angelo bellowed, “That was my grandmother’s table…!”

Dave snickered, then tittered, then started laughing out loud, great whooping 
cackles. Angelo and I watched dumbfounded as he fell off the chair, then rolled 
on the floor, laughing his ass off.

“I thought…” Angelo began.

“That only happened in chatrooms?” I added, helpfully.

Dave sat up, finally, wiping the tears from his eyes.

“You two,” he said between gasps, “are a piece of work!”

Then I explained – between Dave’s occasional guffaws and nervous giggles – in 
layman’s terms what had happened. Dave was no dummy, not by any stretch of the 
imagination, he just didn’t have an advanced degree in the life sciences. (Nor 
did I, come to think of it…)

“In other words,” Dave said, holding up a hand when I eventually paused for 
breath, “this stuff seems to maximize an individual’s growth potential, as well 
as induce some sort of super-efficient utlization of nutrients, right?”

It was Angelo’s turn to drop his jaw.

“MBA, Wharton,” Dave pointed out. “BA, English lit, Middlebury.”

I grinned – my kind of man!

Angelo unfroze.

“Well, yeah…” he agreed. “Exactly! The question is…”

“Will it work on anyone?” Dave added, ticking off the possibilities on his 
thick, masculine fingers. “Female as well as male? Straight as well as gay? Kids 
and seniors as well as adults in their prime…?”

I nodded.

“That remains to be seen. I think we have our work cut out for us!”

Dave rubbed his handsome jaw.

“So when do I get a turn?” he blurted.

Angelo grinned.

“I knew that was coming!” he exclaimed.

Dave shrugged.

“Well, it’s pretty obvious, isn’t it?” he continued. “I don’t make any bones or 
try to hide…”

“The fact that you’re a complete and total muscle fetishist…?” I 
added,completing his sentence.

They both stared at me, Angelo a bit indignantly.

“Hey!” he exclaimed. “That’s…”

“Your job?” Dave inserted.

This time all three of us looked at each other.

“You don’t suppose…?” all three of us said at once.

“This is gonna drive me nuts,” I began, flashing my eyes when Angelo’s mouth 
began to open, smacking my open palm with the edge of my other hand when it 
looked like Dave was about to speak. “We’ll hafta work on this mind-reading 
thing, or whatever it is. In the meantime…”

I paused for breath.

“In the meantime,” Dave continued, “I need to clear my calendar for the next 
week to ten days, right? That’s about how much time you said it took.”

I nodded.

“And while we’re at it,” Angelo began.

“We better give the grocer another call,” I said, sighing. Thank God never of us 
was hurting for money!

Dave stood up and flexed. He really was a total fucking stud, something he 
suddenly seemed to recall. He gave us an awesome most muscular pose, then pulled 
up into a side chest shot, the mass of his 22 inch bicep causing our eyes to 
bulge.

“Jesus,” Angelo and I said together. “Your are one awesome piece of man!”

Dave gave us a wink, then a cocky grin spread across his face. For a minute we 
all forget that HE was the little on in the room.

“And I haven’t HAD my first dose of Agent X – not yet, anyway!”

Angelo and I looked at each other again, eyes widening.

What effect would something as powerful as Agent X have on someone like Dave? 
Someone who was already built like a brick shithouse?

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