SUPERMEN
by Anonymous

"Ouch!" Todd's mouth scrunched up as he felt the needle pierce his 
ass. "I didn't think it would hurt that much, Doc."

"I'm sorry, Todd. It will be over quickly." The man in the white coat 
pushed the plunger on the syringe, injecting the experimental male 
enhancement serum into the first human subject on whom it would be 
tested. It was a clear fluid, of the same consistency as water, and 
just as scentless. It was a soup of enzymes, proteins and DNA 
modulators designed to enhance all aspects of male faculties and 
potential. It had been cooked up here in this lab by a group of 
doctors lead by the man taking this final step in a long process of 
refinement and experimentation.

"You said this'll make me stronger?"

The doctor nodded. Todd thought he was the most emotionless man he'd 
ever met. All brain, this guy. "You will certainly see an increase in 
strength. There will likely be additional increases in potency, 
stamina, resiliency and... other things."

"Other things?"

"As you read in the brief, I believe."

"The one basically signing my life away, you mean?" Todd stood up and 
pulled on his pants, rubbing his cheek where the sting of the needle 
lingered.

"An overstatement, but essentially correct."

"And whatever's going to happen will happen over the next few hours?"

The doctor looked at his watch. "The next eight to twelve hours, yes."

"So by tomorrow morning..."

"By tomorrow morning I think you will see a very different man when 
you look in the mirror."


"Doctor?"

"Yes? Who is this?"

"It's me. It's Todd."

"Todd? What's wrong with your voice, did the serum give you a head 
cold?" "No, doc. No, not that. You'd better get over here. Get over 
here quick."

"What's the matter? What's happened?"

"Just meet me at my place and you'll see."

"Did it work, then?"

Looking down at the new body he'd woken up with, Todd could only 
grin. "Oh, I think you could say that." The joy and surprise in his 
voice were obvious.

"Meet me at the lab, Todd. I want to take some tests and measurements, then."

"Well, there's a problem..."

"Physical?"

"In a sense."

"What problem?"

"None of my clothes fit me."

"Surely there must be something...?"

"Doc, believe me, if I could fit what I got into something, I'd be 
more than happy to oblige." He bent his arm, watching the muscle 
swell enormously. "I mean, you have to see this," he began, tensing 
the bicep larger still, the fibers and veins separating and swelling, 
the head of the muscle splitting along a deep crevasse, "to believe 
it."

"In all areas?"

"Doc?"

"I mean, the growth and enhancements should have manifested equally 
in all areas."

Todd grinned, unflexing his arm and moving his fingers down his 
rippled abdomen and through a dark forest of soft, shining hair until 
his hand enfolded the new grown wealth of his cock, slipping his hand 
around the root and feeling the weight and heft of his manhood. The 
heat of it radiated into his grip. "Oh, I think you could say I've 
been enhanced."

"Give me twenty minutes." The phone went dead.

Todd carefully replaced the receiver, growing more comfortable with 
his increased strength. It hadn't taken him long to figure out that 
he would have to be much more careful about how he handled everything 
after he'd accidentally twisted off the faucet handle just trying to 
shut off the water completely.

Walking back toward the bathroom, he approached the mirror over the 
sink again. He paused almost in shock, still. The fact that he 
couldn't believe that the reflection staring back at him was his own 
still amazed him. Yesterday, he would have seen a man in his early 
twenties with mud-colored hair, two chins, pale skin and a rather 
ordinary face. His nose was slightly broad, his eyes were a 
nondescript hazel. Looking down from that face, he'd have seen a body 
that showed it had not been well treated by its owner. A definite 
paunch of flab would be hanging like a heavy sack of potatoes. His 
chest would wobble if he shook it, and his upper arms were large but 
soft.

Further down, a small dick which looked almost scared would poke its 
head from between his fleshy legs. Though he was a tall man, standing 
just over six feet high, he looked smaller to himself as if the world 
were on his shoulders.

Now, an almost entirely different figure appeared in the mirror. If a 
dictionary were looking for an illustration of what 'man' should be, 
they could find no better example than what now stood in that Same 
mirror. And all it had taken was one injection and one night's sleep.

The doctor had promised that he'd see an improvement, but even in his 
wildest dreams he had never expected to see this.

Now the face and body looked as if they had been carved from flesh by 
a master sculptor. He imagined that when they said that man was made 
in God's image, this was what they meant.

The first thing that would strike someone seeing the new Todd would 
be his size. He figured he'd added a few inches at least in height, 
standing about six and a half feet tall, maybe six-eight head to toe. 
And in between, what there was to see was nothing short of 
incredible. Beautiful. Amazing.

His hair was now blonde. Golden and shiny. When the light hit it, 
silver flickered off the strands like silk. Fine, arched brows and 
long, thick lashes of a like fair-haired hue surrounded eyes of ice 
blue. The whites around the irises shone like polished marble, clear 
and white. His narrow nose angled down toward a mouth of straight 
white teeth and full, sensuous lips. His own smile almost made 
himself erect. Dimples in his high cheeks appeared when the flash of 
his teeth came to his face, and it was like watching the sun appear.

His sunlit hair now cascaded in soft waves to his shoulders, which 
were now much broader and mounded with muscle. He reached up to move 
his wealth of gold off his shoulders and watched them bunch and 
swell. He could feel the power radiate across his upper back, feel 
the strength there. His eye was drawn again to the crook of his arm 
where his bicep bulged like a balloon. His hand moved across the 
expanse of his chest, his touch drifting across two hemispheres of 
hard brawn. He flexed slightly and watched them inflate even larger, 
fingers of muscle extending from the thin separation between the 
globes. Turning slightly, he mimicked what he had seen bodybuilders 
do, bringing his hands up in a grip and forcing even thicker cascades 
of strength into his chest until two huge boulders sat pulsing there. 
He relaxed and watched the hard cobblestones of his abdomen swell and 
recede with each breath. A washboard six-pack like he'd seen on those 
commercials for exercise equipment, but his looked more formidable 
and more perfect than any he'd seen on TV. Maybe that was just 
wishful thinking, though.

His skin seemed almost luminous under the bright bathroom lighting. 
It was bronzed and shining with vitality, covering every inch of his 
new form like soft velvet. Running his hand over his chest and down, 
his touch caressed a copper nipple and he felt another strong, erotic 
shock reverberate through him and land at his crotch where what had 
grown between his legs overnight pulsed once, seeming to swell 
slightly at even so delicate a stimulation.

That drew his attention again to the monster there, the length of hot 
flesh that awoke him that morning to what had happened.

Like any other morning, his prick had hardened in anticipation of a 
morning's visit to the bathroom, but when he moved his grip toward 
that urgency, what his hand found under the sheets was not his usual 
six-inch hard-on but something impossible.

Digging through what he would later discover was a new wealth of 
silken gold that started as a thin trail of hair from his navel and 
spread above his loins like a crown, his fingertips encountered the 
fat, firm root of a cock that went on and on until his hand rested on 
the wide knob extending out from his body by what seemed to his blind 
touch to be a foot, at least. As his hand moved along his girth, 
feeling a heat and urgency unlike any he'd felt before, shocks of 
pleasure erupted from his prick like explosions through his body. He 
could feel that touch magnified tenfold, the slightest stroke sending 
waves of orgasmic pleasure through his body in a surging tide. But 
the shock of the thing seemed to drain the desire away, and after 
taking a piss that would have watered a desert, he'd called the 
doctor to get the man's ass over there.

He looked down at himself now, watching the dull pulsing of his 
expanding cock as the memory of the morning's minor pleasures 
engorged it anew. The head swelled like a mushroom, the shaft 
expanding like a water balloon, the whole of his cock rising with 
each fresh pump of hot blood toward his belly and farther, increasing 
in length and girth and size until he didn't believe it could get 
larger.

Closing his eyes, then, not even touching himself, he luxuriated in 
the waves of erotic bliss emanating from his growing erection. Just 
feeling the increasing weight of the monster made him get that much 
hornier. He could feel the heat from it against his belly, crawling 
still higher up his muscled torso. He leaned back to counterbalance 
the burgeoning appendage, his muscles supporting him effortlessly as 
the thing climbed higher. He could feel the weight of it at his 
crotch, feel the size of it, the power of it, the sheer scope of its 
growth. He swore he felt his balls dropping lower, growing heavier 
and larger as well.

He felt like he would cum buckets, gallons, that he would become a 
fire hose of pleasure spewing his load in an unending stream. He felt 
something warm running down the length of his prick, something like 
honey drizzling along the shaft, flowing down over the helmeted head 
and heating his entire manhood.

As he opened his eyes, his gaze fell upon the eye of his cock 
throbbing with each beat of his heart. A clear glaze of precum was 
flowing from the tip, running in thick rivulets down his engorged 
member standing now red and at attention before him. This is new, he 
thought dimly, but he was overwhelmed with the tide of pleasure 
radiating from his erection. And he was almost frightened when he 
caught site of himself in the mirror.

He could see the well-muscled man he had become, see the sheen of 
bronzed skin and collection of raw brawn, but before that was a 
colossal erection, easily three feet high. His balls had similarly 
grown, hanging now like two huge, perfectly round balls in his fat, 
fuzzy nutsack. He thought he could see them move, churning in the 
skin, he could almost hear the flood of cum awaiting release. His 
cock was glazed with a thick coating of clear fluid that drizzled off 
the bottom of his balls, puddling between his feet.

"Impossible," he whispered, but his mind was filled with the roar of 
bliss, the ache of gratification. He wanted nothing more than to move 
his hands along the shaft and drown in what it delivered.

He dipped his touch to his cock, his abdominal muscles bulging in a 
relief map of power, and the feeling of pleasure was magnified 
tenfold. The fluid was slick and warm, a lubricant that covered his 
hand as his moved it up the shaft. He placed his other hand on the 
opposite side and was rewarded with an intensification of the bliss. 
It filled him, it overwhelmed everything, he was nothing but that 
feeling and shock of deeply realized erotic ecstasy.

He could feel it in his balls, feel his heavy load wanting to be set 
free. He could feel the weight and power of it, like an electric 
pulse. He was lost to his desires.

The clear fluid was flowing like a river, a sticky sweet flow that 
ran down his cock, covered his densely muscled arms. He was stroking 
himself slowly with both hands, his prick as hard as steel, as hot as 
the sun. Wave after wave of concentrated bliss filled him. He could 
feel the load moving toward his cock, feel the liquid lightning 
urging him on. A slow, low moan left his body.

Then it began. He felt as his cum climbed through his engorged 
member. Felt it through every inch as it went higher and higher until 
he threw his arms back and fell against the wall behind him, yelling 
aloud. His load was unleashed in a long, unending stream. It did not 
shove out in quick spurts, it fountained from him toward the ceiling.

Grabbing his huge erection by the base, he shoved his load free, 
feeling the ultimate bliss of release and orgasm such as no human 
being had ever felt it before. If what he had been experiencing thus 
far was a tidal wave of bliss, then here was the crest of that wave. 
Deep as the ocean, wide as the sky, hot as the sun the pleasure 
filled him until his load was spent and he was left gasping and 
laughing.


He stood in a pool of his seed, his feet sunk into a puddle of white 
swirling with the clear of his precum. Rather than feeling tired as 
he expected to after such a draining experience, he felt invigorated 
and powerful, stronger than before.

His mammoth erection was quickly deflating. He still found it 
difficult to turn with a two-foot cock standing out from his body, 
but soon his prick had lost its rigidity and sank limp between his 
legs again, still hanging probably a foot down against his heavily 
muscled thigh. He felt it there without looking down, retaining some 
of its heat and craving for his touch even now. It still felt heavy, 
maybe even heavier than before as if this amazing display had 
increased its bulk, although he couldn't fathom how that could be 
true.

Looking around him, he had to smirk and huff out a quick silent 
laugh. He'd managed to miss himself in the shower of cum that 
launched from him, but thick threads of it were dripping from the 
ceiling and it coated most of the wall and the mirror in front of 
him. Some of it was pooled in the sink, looking too thick to drain 
away. He shook his head at the memory, sizing up how much his balls 
must have produced to make the mess in front of-and above-him.

He turned on the faucet to force what was in the sink down the drain 
and turned to grab some towels, trying to clean everything up. 
Pulling his feet free, he found it interesting that this cum seemed 
to stick to him like glue. It seemed to be growing thicker as it 
mingled with the clear lubricating fluid. In fact, now that he was 
really paying attention, it seemed that it was whiter than it should 
be, almost like milk.

Maybe it wasn't cum, he thought. Maybe the serum did something else....

But what it had done to him already seemed impossible. First the 
incredible changes to his appearance and strength, then the amplified 
erotic pleasure gained from the slightest touch, and now it seemed 
that his huge dick could swell to massive proportions, not to mention 
the way his balls had swelled to match that increase, and he was 
producing something like cum that gave him the most incredible and 
overwhelming orgasmic pleasure he'd ever experienced, but it wasn't 
exactly cum, either.

Lifting his foot to wipe it clean, he lost his balance and fell on 
his ass, splashing himself with more of the thickening solution. It 
was on his butt and his back, and his hand fell into it as well. 
Attempting to regain his feet, he twisted around and fell forward.

"Shit," he laughed. He pulled himself up and turned toward the 
mirror, laughing at his awkward antics and the site of himself coated 
with thick strings of the stuff. He started to wipe it off when he 
noticed that it seemed to be drying on his skin rapidly.

No, it wasn't drying on, his body was absorbing it. He started to 
panic, trying to scrub it from his skin with his hands but he only 
succeeded in coating himself with more of it. And as quickly as he 
did, his body drank that up, too. It was entering him through his 
feet. His grip on the sink invited the pool there in through his 
fingers, soaking into him through his fingernails.

"Fuck. Fuck!" He could feel himself suddenly growing warmer, 
particularly in the spots where the stuff had been. That warmth grew 
to a heat, a heat that spread through his limbs, into his muscles.

"What the fuck..." Looking down at himself, that heat dimmed and 
hardened, and as he watched it seemed to him that his muscles tensed 
and flexed, his arms, chest and shoulders growing suddenly hard as if 
he were trying to lift some incredible weight. It spread across his 
back, over his ass to his legs and around his thighs and calves. It 
crawled up his neck into his face and across his scalp. His saw his 
reflection in the mirror, his eyes squinting, his teeth clenched in a 
rictus. His whole body was red, the muscle fibers showing clearly 
under the skin.

The pressure increased into a shining pain, the sweet sting of growth 
and strain that he used to feel in the gym trying to pump out one 
more rep, trying to push himself beyond the wall of hurt to the place 
where his muscles had to take over and push themselves harder, make 
themselves grow.

And then he was growing.

He was growing again.

He could see it happening. Looking down, he watched as his chest 
slowly expanded. He watched his biceps and triceps swell. In the 
mirror, he could see the muscles of his neck, his shoulders, his 
laterals all start to grow slightly larger in front of his eyes. 
Lifting his arms, he flared his lats and watched the wings grow 
thicker and wider. He bent his arms into a double bi, feeling the 
muscles growing. He turned to see his back increase in size, his ass 
grow higher, slimmer. He felt his stomach as his abdominals rippled 
with deeper separations. Then his legs were growing, and he watched 
himself rise higher, growing slowly taller, his head rising as his 
body expanded.

"No fucking way." Even his voice was changing, lowering deeper, more 
fully masculine.

It struck him that it wasn't merely growth he was witnessing, it was 
a sort of refinement to his body. The lines of his features grew even 
more striking, his eyes more piercingly bright, the line of his jaw 
more rugged. His hair flowed over his shoulders and down, further, 
the shining ends tickling his lower back, then even his ass. A main 
of gold as thick as a lion's, as bright as a sunrise, as soft as 
silk. He lifted an arm and watched the muscle tense and smooth, 
perfecting itself. He circled a nipple with his fingertip, seeming to 
make it larger, more flawlessly round, the tip hard and perfect.

When the changes finally slowed, he was even bigger, even stronger, 
even more beautiful than before. He ran his hand along the line of 
his squared jaw feeling the sudden growth of a beard there. No other 
hair had appeared on his body, although it looked like the forest of 
fur above his cock was thicker and curlier.

His cock!

He lifted the tool of his growth, feeling again a surging pleasure 
from the touch, and felt the weight of his cock like a luscious 
burden. It had not so much increased in length-though perhaps it had 
but in relation to the rest of him, it looked as nearly perfect--as 
it had in size, in overall bulk. The veins that had previously 
patterned the surface were nearly gone, the shaft now smooth as glass 
and almost completely uniform in width from root to helmet.

The head, too, seemed more, well, perfect. The wrinkles were gone and 
it was also smooth and looked almost... If someone had been given the 
assignment to find the most perfect cock, his would come damned close.

Looking at himself now, he realized that what he had been before was 
a softer version of what he had become, as if with the first eruption 
from his dick the metamorphosis was complete. That the monster 
erection and subsequent flood was the culmination of his becoming 
this perfect example of the human male form, and his accidental bath 
in his own orgasmic release signaled the final modifications to 
manifest.

At least, that sounded good to him.

He wondered now if the huge erection and fountain were a one-time 
event. And he wondered what the new, seemingly improved tool sitting 
in his grip would do.


But he didn't have time to explore that curiosity before he heard the 
knocking at his door that he was sure must be the Doc. Pulling 
himself from the reflection of the perfection of man, he pulled 
another towel from the rack and wrapped it about his waist. He strode 
from the now clean bathroom without realizing he had absorbed all his 
own creation to the door and opened it wide.

"Hi, Doc!"

"Todd?"

"Oh, it's you, Chuck." His best friend stood on the threshold, 
wearing his usual kalkis and white T shirt. He towered over him, now 
and could see Chuck's premature bald spot.

"Todd?" Chuck stood with his jaw hanging open staring up and up at 
the site before him.

Todd smiled and the sun came up. To Chuck, it was like seeing the 
face of a god, the body of a god as well. Perfection in bronzed 
flesh. He felt weak in the knees and his mouth went dry.

"C'mon in." He opened the door wider, taking a slight step back. To 
Chuck, even that movement was a striding dance, a gliding movement of 
beauty. "I know, you think I look different." The voice filled his 
ears like a song. The eyes of the man before him filled him with 
desires he had never known before. "Well? Are you coming in or not? 
The neighbors will start to talk about my strange new naked greeting 
habits if you don't . . . what's up with you, Chuck?"

Chuck swallowed hard. "Todd?"

"Yes, Chuck?"

He stepped in and Todd closed the door. As he passed, Chuck's senses 
were filled with the scent of the Man, the overwhelming power of him, 
the incredible passion and masculinity that flowed from him in 
overheated waves. "Todd, what..." He had to swallow again. He could 
not take his eyes from the other man's form. He needed to blink but 
could not. "What happened?"

Todd looked down at himself, lifting an arm into a swelling display 
of raw power and smiled again. "Oh, you noticed?"

Chuck nodded, licking his lips.

Todd let his arm drop and ran his hand absently across his tightly 
muscled stomach before tucking his fingers under the waistband of the 
towel hanging low on his slim hips. His nails killed an itch on his 
crotch where a bead of sweat had trickled. Chuck followed his 
friend's motions, his eyes bulging nearly out of his head when he saw 
the bobbing thickness of something long and substantial hanging 
between his friend's legs. "Remember that experimental drug you said 
I was a fool to take?"

Chuck was nodding slowly, his eyes scanning Todd's wealth of muscled 
beauty. A strand of silver-gold hair had worked its way across one 
expansive shoulder and curled across the largest chest Chuck had ever 
seen. The nipple on that hemisphere seemed to gleam as if it had been 
licked.

"Well, how you like me, now?"

With that, Todd let the towel fall away and slowly turned around to 
display for his friend exactly what he had become.

Chuck nearly fainted. The waves of power and masculine strength and 
capability came at him in waves. He gazed on Todd with a desire and 
need such as he never had felt. He could not name what it was he was 
feeling, exactly, but it was like want and obsession and envy and 
passion and lust packed tightly together. He had never even looked at 
a woman that way before.

Todd was unaware of his friends raging emotions. He was simply 
reveling in the display that he could put on and proud of what he had 
to show. He didn't think his own reaction had been very different 
when he saw his own reflection. It was disbelief that Chuck had in 
his eyes. It was amazement. Todd flexed and posed for his friend, 
showing off his astonishing new proportions and capabilities. He felt 
another surge of erotic pleasure as he stood there naked, although he 
wasn't sure why. Perhaps just the thrill of not feeling any shame in 
his body, indeed feeling that if he could he'd never wear a stitch of 
clothing again.

"I want you," his friend said. It came out as a whisper.

"What?"

The sound of Todd's deeply resonant voice sent chills through Chuck's 
spine. He took a deep breath, trying to deny what he was feeling, 
what he'd just voiced aloud. "How's this possible?" That was barely 
above a whisper, but he managed it.

Todd shrugged, his shoulders demonstrating their magnitude and 
musculature in the simple gesture. He tossed his head slightly 
without realizing it to throw his wealth of hair across his back. "I 
didn't make the stuff, I just had it injected in my butt." He turned 
slightly and slapped a hand across his perfectly proportioned ass. 
Chuck sucked in a breath at the site of it and tried to ignore how 
Todd's huge cock wagged like a pendulum over his round and beautiful 
balls. The pubic hair looked so soft and silky, and he wondered what 
it smelled like, if it had that woody musk and heady spice that Todd 
seemed to give off in a concentrated form.

"But... when...?"

"Last night." Todd paused, looking toward the bathroom. "This morning."

"That fast?"

Todd nodded, and Chuck watched his friend's mane move as if tossed by 
a warm wind. He wondered if that hair was tickling Todd's ass, if it 
was as soft as it looked, how it managed to catch the light like spun 
glass. "And..." Chuck paused, wiping a hand down his face. He was 
sweating.

"And what?"

"What about the other...?" He waved his hand absently.

Todd mirrored the gesture. "The other...?"

Chuck swallowed. There was no spit in his mouth. His pants felt tight 
in the crotch. "The other... effects."

Todd quirked a slender brow and blinked his blue eyes. Chuck thought 
that not even jewels could hold so much beauty in them. "What 
other... effects?"

God, that voice would drive him insane. So deep and powerful. To hear 
it speak forever...

There was another knock at the door just then and Todd said, "Excuse 
me," dipping toward the floor to fetch the towel and this time only 
holding it to cover his genitals. As he walked, Chuck studied the 
rise and fall of the cheeks of his friend's ass with a care and want 
like no other he had felt before.

Todd opened the door and said, again, "Hi, Doc!"

"Good morning, Todd. My, things have progressed quite a lot, haven't they?"

Chuck watched as an older man entered the room. But his attention was 
only diverted for a moment before his gaze locked back on every 
movement of the god in his midst. He watched how the muscles of his 
legs stretched and bunched, how his waist twisted and the abdominal 
muscles grew and lengthened. He watched the tendons on his forearms 
twist around each other when he closed the door, watched the perfect 
globes of his ass kiss each other.

"This is my friend Chuck, Doc." Todd was still holding the towel up. 
Chuck was staring at it, waiting its fall. "Say hello, Chuck."

He grunted. Todd let his brow furrow. To Chuck, it looked beautiful. 
Todd's stunning voice intoned, "I think he's in shock, Doc. He's been 
acting pretty weird."

The doctor raised his eyebrows and quirked a smile. "It might be 
that." He turned his attention back to his subject. "The results are 
amazing! Incredible! All this in one night?"

"Sort of." The doctor reached inside his jacket and pulled out a 
small pad of paper and a pen. He pulled a measuring tape like a 
tailor might use from another pocket. "May I...?"

Todd grinned, dropping the towel again. "Be my guest! I'm sort of 
curious myself."


The doctor's eyes widened for a moment when he saw what Todd had been 
hiding, and as he pulled on a pair of Latex gloves he bent to get a 
better look. "Interesting. Your penis has become, eh, I'm not sure 
what I would..."

"Perfect," said Chuck quietly.

The doctor looked over, raising a single brow. "Well, perhaps." He 
turned back. "And the testes. Hmm. They appear to be..."

"Beautiful."

The doctor was just about to heft the low-hangers in his hand when he 
pulled away and looked toward Chuck who was staring at Todd's 
equipment. Todd looked over as well, saying, "What the hell is your 
problem, Chuck?"

"I believe he is manifesting what we have seen in some of our lab 
experiments prior to your dosage, Todd."

"I thought I was the first."

"The first human, yes." The doctor's fingers hovered around Todd's 
ample cock but did touch him. "But of course we experimented on some 
chimps. I had hoped to get here before any others encountered you to 
warn you about some possible... side effects."

"Don't you think you might have mentioned this before I got the shot?"

The doctor straightened, looking up at Todd's face. "I didn't believe 
they would manifest so quickly, but the metabolism is a hard... but 
let us get to the measurements."

"What side effects?"

"Hold this please." He handed Todd one end of the tape. "Hold it up. 
Yes, near the top... yes." He bent toward Todd's toes, explaining as 
he measured. "What you received... height six foot seven and three 
quarter inches... was essentially a synthetic male hormone 
designed... waist thirty inches... to enhance your masculine physical 
characteristics... chest fifty-two and one half inches... arm 
please... without affecting your masculine... make a muscle please... 
emotional tendencies. Upper arm fourteen inches. Hmm. Sixteen inches. 
Seventeen... are you doing something to change this?" He poked at 
Todd's bicep.

"What? Oh, sorry." His arm swelled like a balloon, the fibers showing 
under his shining bronze skin. Chuck seemed to moan, softly.

"Eighteen and... one-half inches. Your hair was not like this." It 
was a statement, but Todd shook his head - and his hair -- anyway. 
The doctor took a note. "Now, I must measure your... um."

"My what?" The doctor gestured toward his dick. "Oh. Knock yourself out."

"You are soft?"

"At the moment."

"This is... entirely soft?" He was pinching the shaft gently, testing 
the tensile strength.

Todd seemed to consider for a moment. "As far as I can tell."

The doctor squeezed his girth slightly. "You are sure?"

"It's been that way for a few minutes now. That's as soft as I can make it."

"Hmm." He squeezed again before running a tape down his length from 
root to tip. "Ten and one-quarter inch." Todd grinned. Chuck was 
breathing loudly. "Can you be hard, please?"

"Now?"

"Please."

Todd shrugged and closed his eyes. If it worked like it had in the 
bathroom, this should be easy. "Doc, earlier this morning I jerked 
off in the john and my cock got... pretty damn big."

"Was this the first masturbation?"

He opened his eyes. "Since the change, yeah. I've jerked off a lot before."

"Yes, yes. How big would you say it got?"

"I got. Not 'it' got. That's still me down there."

"Yes, of course." The doctor was watching his erection manifest. Todd 
was feeling that pulsing warmth and sensation of erotic pleasure 
building again.

"I'd guess about three feet long and..."

"Three feet!" Chuck was on his feet.

Todd nodded. "And maybe..." He held his hands in front of him, the 
muscles of his arms flexing and swelling with sudden power, trying to 
show the girth as he remembered it. "What's this, a foot around?"

"Fourteen inches," corrected the doctor. He did not seem at all surprised.

"That's gonna cramp my sex life," Todd observed.

"I wouldn't worry about that. You see?" Todd looked down at his red, 
hard prick standing at attention. It was certainly not four feet 
long, but for all that it was still an impressive site. The doctor 
squeezed it again. "Any more?"

Todd tensed, but that seemed to be it this time. "I don't think so." 
The thrum of sensual bliss was filling him and he had not touched it. 
The surface was glassy and he could feel heat pouring off it like 
molten lead.

The measuring tape reappeared. "Fourteen inches exactly."

"Guess I'm a shower, not a grower."

"Holy fucking..." Chuck sat back down. He was drenched with sweat.

"Huh. That's more than twice as big as it used to be. But I wasn't 
lying about this morning, Doc."

"No, I believe you. That was also not uncommon. I assume you also 
experienced a certain amount of refinement in your physical 
appearance following that occurrence?" Todd nodded. "And did it 
involve contact with the resulting emissions? Physical contact that 
resulted in a sort of fusing?"

Todd nodded again, his mouth falling open slightly. "I wasn't going 
to add that part. It was sort of freaky." He glanced at Chuck who 
continued to stare at him, and most pointedly at his raging hard-on. 
A steady drizzle of the clear lubricating precum was starting to 
show, flowing down the underside of the shaft. It was just a small 
trickle, but it was steady and he could feel more coming. More than a 
feeling, he knew it was coming.

Chuck could smell Todd's scent stronger than ever, now. An 
overpowering manliness that emanated from him, a sense of raw power 
and pungent eroticism.

The doctor seemed immune, dipping a gloved finger to the clear fluid 
curiously. Todd sucked in a breath at the touch, his chest and abs 
swelling into hard relief. The flow grew immediately fuller, the 
trickle welling into a thick stream from the eye of his rock hard 
prick, coating it with a thickening glaze that gathered on his 
swelling balls before drizzling to the floor like syrup.

To Chuck, it was as if waves of heat were pouring off his friend and 
sinking through his own flesh. His cock was hard in his pants, his 
heart beating fast, his breath coming in short bursts.

"Doc, I..."

"This is like this morning? This emanation?"

Todd nodded, his hand caressing his chest, his fingers at his nipple. 
"It feels..."

The doctor touched his pulsing cock again, squeezing as before and 
the fluid renewed its vigor yet again. It was pouring down the sides 
of his erection. His balls were hanging lower and lower, swelling 
visibly now. "It appears to increase with the slightest touch." He 
touched again to demonstrate, and Todd sucked in a breath and moaned 
deeply. "What are you feeling, Todd?"

He answered haltingly. "Pleasure. Horny. Deep, full, hard, hot. I can 
feel it everywhere. Everywhere. I want to..."

"Is it like an orgasm, Todd? This is quite interesting. And it began 
with the erection, with no other...?" He was jotting in his notebook.

"So good. Yes, so terrible and pure and, oh God." He was clenching 
and unclenching his fists. Every muscle stood out on his body. He was 
a map of power and sexual capacity, a slave to the passion that 
filled him up, overwhelmed him. It was as deep as before. He felt his 
balls growing heavier and heavier, felt his blood growing hot, his 
skin burned with the need.

Chuck was reaching for his pants, unbuckling his belt, pulling the 
fly open and shoving his shorts down. His own hard cock sprang up, 
red and angry.

The clear flow was constant and ample. The doctor rubbed his fingers 
together curiously, feeling how slippery it was. Thicker than honey 
but slicker than oil, it was slicker than almost anything he had 
encountered. This was something unexpected. Perhaps an aid of some 
sort, and an aphrodisiac as well. It was then that he noticed that 
Chuck was jerking himself off like there was no tomorrow, leaning 
back on the couch with his eyes closed, his mouth making words but no 
sounds coming out. Todd still had not even touched himself, but it 
looked like the effort on his part was an amazing strain. His body 
was glistening with a sheen of sweat. He was reaching forward with 
his right hand to grasp his red, swollen tool. His balls were like 
two grapefruit, so large in the scrotum that they were as glassy and 
smooth as his prick.

The doctor stood and backed away to observe the two men, jotting down 
notes as he did so. It was all incredibly interesting to him. 
Suddenly, Todd wrapped his hand halfway around his erection and began 
slowly, slowly to stroke himself, his grip coated in a thick smother 
of precum. Something like a wave of erotic power seemed to strike 
Chuck, because he jerked once and started spurting cum across his 
jeans. He was clawing at his shirt, ripping it from his body as his 
spasms of pleasure continued.

Then Todd had both hands on his cock and he seemed to tense. His 
balls rode up and his erection swelled suddenly larger in his grip 
and the fountain erupted sending a stream of the white liquid 
lightning to the ceiling and down. Like before, it didn't come in 
broken spurts but streamed in one long torrent.

As the fluids again mixed, the doctor reached into the mixture with 
one gloved hand and gathered a pool in his rubber-gloved palm. With 
only a slightly said, "Excuse me," to Chuck, he spread the gunk on 
the other man's chest.

Chuck's eyes sprang open and he let out a sudden yelp. "Hot!" he 
said, trying to shove the stuff off with his hands.

"Only for a moment," responded the doctor, as he ladled another pool 
onto the unsuspecting subject.

"Stop! What are you doing!" Chuck was frantic as he watched the fluid 
seem to dry up on his skin and soak into his hands before he realized 
what was happening. "No, stop!"

Todd stumbled away from what he had again produced, wiping sweat from 
his brow. "Doc? Doc! No, stop!"

"Just a little experiment, while we have a handy subject." "But you 
don't know..."

"Not exactly."

Chuck's eyes were bulging as he felt immediately burning hot. He 
stood suddenly, his still erect cock bouncing wildly as he struggled 
to be free of his clothes. "Hot! So hot!" Kicking his shoes off, he 
tugged at his socks and stomped himself out of his jeans and Calvins, 
ripping his T shirt the rest of the way off. "Hot!" he panted again, 
dropping back onto the couch.

Chuck's pudgy body, covered with hair and white as a bone, was slick 
with sweat. "It's so hot," he said more quietly. "So... what... 
what's... hey!"

Todd was watching carefully. "Don't worry, Chuck. I think it'll be..."

"Hey! What's... what's happening?"

Todd could not help but stare as he watched a version of the 
transformation that had changed him so dramatically.

Chuck's form seemed suddenly to shrink, as if all the loose fat and 
skin had been sucked somewhere into his gut. A subtle darkening of 
his white skin began all over as it also grew tighter, thinner, 
sleeker. He was not losing hair so much as it seemed to collect 
itself in a more ordered fashion, disappearing from his shoulders, 
neck and belly and gathering across his chest. The hair on his head, 
a stingy mousy sort of brown, was turning midnight black. The soft 
features of his face were hardening, his bone structure refining 
itself.

"Give him some more, Doc. There's more, yet."

"No, I..." But Chuck's protest fell on deaf ears as the doctor spread 
more of the thick white substance on Chuck's legs and arms. He 
gathered up the last of it from the floor and dropped it squarely on 
Chuck's crotch where it disappeared almost immediately. Chuck started 
to moan, his hands moving across his own chest and belly. Todd 
watched dumbfounded, even though it had happened to him that morning, 
as Chuck's body started to change dramatically over the following 
minutes.

"Doc, what the hell is that stuff?"

Chuck's chest was swelling with new power. Ripples of corded muscle 
throbbed and grew like snakes escaping under his skin, twining and 
multiplying. His nipples grew larger and larger, dark caps expanding 
like perfectly round ink stains until the globes of his chest turned 
them downward. The growth moved out across his shoulders where the 
ropes of strength multiplied and divided, building new, larger, 
better shoulders from nothing at all.

"I believe you are manufacturing what might be called the essence of man."

Chuck's upper arms grew with sudden muscle. The skin stretched thin 
as the biceps swelled like inflating footballs, the triceps becoming 
like horseshoes of raw brawn. Thick veins crawled across his chest 
and down his arms, infusing the growing muscle, climbing down his 
limbs like vines, plugged into Chuck's developing strength. His 
forearms suddenly grew cables of power that swam over each other in a 
rush to grow bigger, stronger.

"What the hell does that mean?"

Chuck's stomach seemed alive as new muscles rippled across its 
expanse. A set of tight, bulging abs rose from his smooth, hard belly 
like cobblestones, each becoming more defined with every heartbeat. 
His waist compacted, growing lean and hard. His face was refining 
itself, the nose narrowing, even Chuck's ears seemed to be growing 
smaller. His hair was a shining crown of blue-black cascades that 
fell like a dark waterfall, down to his shoulders and pooling on his 
chest. When he opened his eyes, they were forest green.

"One of the... unforeseen side effects I mentioned."

Todd's attention was drawn to sudden movement between Chuck's legs as 
his cock, still hard, seemed to sprout all at once as if it were 
being inflated. Two thick veins popped along the surface and branched 
out along its girth, feeding the monster fresh blood. More veins 
appeared on his pelvis and inner thighs leading to his crotch as if 
pointing the way for where all the previous growth would suddenly 
culminate. His pubic hair darkened all at once into the Same midnight 
color of his head, spreading up, out and down, covering his scrotum 
and crowning his new monster which was so hard and red it looked like 
it might burst, but instead it simply kept increasing its size, each 
heartbeat of hot blood pushing it larger, longer and fatter.

"One of..?"

Chuck's thighs were filled with striated power, muscles so large they 
forced his legs apart. They were bulls, huge wedge-shaped collections 
of power folding into each other. They swelled bigger and bigger, as 
if someone were pumping them up. Rounded diamonds exploded on his 
calves, or seemed to. They weren't there, then suddenly they were. As 
Todd watched, Chuck's legs seemed to lengthen, his torso to widen, 
his head moved taller as he sat there. Chuck's lats flared abruptly 
outward as if he were sprouting wings, thick and meaty. They expanded 
up and out, now as wide as the cushion he was seated against.

"You mentioned Chuck's previous odd behavior when I arrived?"

Chuck was moaning softly, his eyes closed as his hands explored his 
new body. He could feel every touch magnified, his skin tingling with 
desire.

"Yeah?"

Chuck's hand reached down his body, his fingers climbing over his new

washboard abs, through the shining black silk of his pubic hair.

"Another unforeseen side effect."

Chuck's cock sprang to life in his hand as he set his fingers to it, 
and its vigorous development renewed. He started to grow.

"Wait a second, does that mean he's gonna..?"

And grow.

"Yes, he'll experience the same first erection as yourself. It will 
be interesting to see it. Hopefully I can get some measurements 
before it culminates."

Chuck sat forward and stood up, the newly cultivated muscles of his 
body working effortlessly, flexing and stretching and bulging in 
every direction. His touch was swelling his cock larger and fuller. A 
tiny dome of gleaming clear fluid appeared at the tip. "Yes," he 
said, his voice gruff and deep, oozing male potency. "Oh, yes..."

"He better not get bigger than me, that's all I'm saying." Todd sat 
down in a chair to watch. It would be interesting to see it happen 
from another viewpoint.

Chuck's quickly burgeoning manhood was an amazing sight, indeed. In 
no time, the clear flow had swollen to a steady stream that draped 
his cock in a glistening coat. It had to be two feet high already and 
showed no signs of slowing down. "I didn't stroke it that much, " 
Todd observed. "If he keeps that up he'll faint from the intensity."

"Shut up," said Chuck in a rough voice, as the tip of his dick 
climbed past his chest. His stroking continued unabated, and the 
lubricant was like a flood from his prick, thick surges spilling down 
his shaft and covering his balls as if he was squeezing the stuff 
out. Todd found his eyebrows rising in appreciation of Chuck's nuts, 
which looked to be as large as baseballs already, swelling his 
scrotum until it looked like a set of glossy glass balls. "He's going 
to hurt himself."

"More," said Chuck quietly. His cock was now extending to eye level, 
and he opened them to see the heavy flow pumping forth. "Yes," he 
said, "Oh, God, yes."

"Good, huh?" Todd was leaning forward, his chin resting on his 
knuckles, his elbows on his knees watching his friend's balls swell 
majestically.

The doctor was standing nearby with a tape measure. "Done yet?"

"Oh," Chuck moaned deeply. It was not clear that he'd heard.

"Is that as big as yours was, Todd?"

He nodded. "Eye level, as I recall." He qualified, "you have to 
remember that I was a little delirious at the time."

Chuck's hands were sliding up and down his monstrous pole with slow, 
deliberate strokes. He could feel each one to the tips of his toes 
and the ends of each hair on his head. He was drunk with it, drowning 
in it, engorged large and full and hard with orgasmic bliss. The 
doctor reached out tentatively and tried to measure the phallus, 
holding the tape as long as he could. "Can you help me a moment, 
Todd? I can't seem to reach."

"Sure, Doc." As the doctor held one end of the tape near the base of 
Chuck's huge erection, trying not to slip in his fast-growing pool of 
clear fluid, Todd stretch the tape up to the tip. "Looks like... 
about thirty-six inches of prick is what we have here." "Thirty-six 
inches exactly?"

"Well, hold on." Grinning, Todd leaned forward and pressed the tape 
onto the slick shaft just below the ridge of the helmet. Chuck jerked 
with a spasm of pleasure. Todd rubbed the tape along the lip, moving 
it back and forth in the double dips of the head before sliding it up 
the separation toward the tip. "Thirty-five and one-half inches. 
Exactly." Pulling the tape away, along with several long strands of 
the lube, he placed his hand on the helmet again and started buffing 
the surface. He could feel the heat and hardness of his friend under 
his touch, feel the strain of the pleasure Chuck was attempting to 
sustain.

His own 10-incher gave a sudden pulse of eroticism that shocked its 
way through his system as if in alliance with the monster hard-on 
beneath his touch. Chuck's eyes met his and his new face smiled, 
showing a mouth of straight white teeth. He placed his other hand 
against Chuck's manhood and each stroke seemed to pulse through his 
own body as well.

Chuck's face tensed. "I can't hold on..."

"Let go," Todd advised.

"But the feeling.... Oh, God, the feeling..."

"You ain't felt nothing yet, my man. You ready for the biggest orgasm 
the world has ever seen?" He glanced under the huge prick at Chuck's 
balls that were as big as grapefruit and red as a sunset in Maui. 
"Because you are about to blow the biggest wad in history."

As Todd stepped back, Chuck let go of his load, feeling the rushing 
surge of lightning through every inch of his body. It was an 
explosion of pleasure, of joy, of bliss so intense he thought he 
might die from its onslaught.

Up it rushed, emptying his balls and flooding out of him in a thick, 
fat stream that went on and on and on. A geyser of cum, a volcano of 
it, so much and so fast that Todd could actually hear it coming. It 
went straight up and splashed against the ceiling, splattering on 
everything in the room - the floor, the couch, the table, the walls, 
everything. The doctor, who saw what was coming, had already run for 
cover in another room.

Most of the load managed to find its way to the pool of clear precum 
and heeding Todd's advice to "dive into the source!" Chuck fell 
forward to lie in his wealth of the essence of man, allowing his own 
crop to flood back into his system and refine what he would become.

And the heat came again, soaking through him like thunder.

As he lay on the floor, pulling in every drop of the powerful essence 
that he could, Todd stood above his friend and watched the changes 
happen. And just as they had with him, Chuck's body grew still larger 
with muscle, muscle that shaped itself into perfect symmetry across 
his frame. A beatific smile crossed Chuck's lips even as they grew 
lush and full below his small nose. His hair thickened, growing 
longer and fuller but not wavy like Todd's. His skin took on a darker 
hue as if kissed by the sun gods and his waist narrowed further, or 
appeared to as his shoulders and laterals thickened and widened. The 
hair on his chest spread as his chest spread. His nipples were as 
large as silver dollars, then larger still.

And his cock, even as it grew what the enhanced men would consider 
limp, did not grow as small as Todd's but hung across Chuck's thigh 
as a thick, meaty pipe capped with a flaring mushroom head cowled in 
an uncut foreskin.

Rising easily, Chuck now stood head to head with his old friend and 
smiled brightly as they looked into each other's eyes. "Well," he 
said, his tones now deep and rumbling, "I feel pretty good."

"You don't look so bad, either." He looked down at his friend's body 
and noticed something. "Hey!" he said, lifting Chuck's dick into his 
grip, "your cock can't be bigger than mine!"

"I started out bigger, remember?"

"But I was here first!"

"Interesting," remarked the doctor. The two men turned, standing side 
by side looking at the man responsible for their changes. "It seems 
as if you men are not completely changed but rather take the best 
attributes you have and enhance them."

They glanced at each other and back at him. "Huh?"

"Well. To begin with Chuck is more thickly muscled that you are, 
Todd. But your proportions are more noticeable as a result."

They glanced at each other and back at him. "Huh?"

"Chuck has a powerful, thick build. He is hard muscle all over, and 
has more hair on his body. Todd, on the other hand, you have a more 
slender build, proportionally, so that your musculature and form - 
the V shape of your torso, for example, the line of your legs - is 
more pronounced. More sleek than powerful."

"But my dick's bigger."

The doctor glanced down. "Undoubtedly, Chuck. I was not passing 
judgment on appearance; I was merely making an observation. It could 
have turned out that you would have been mirror images of each other, 
but that is not the case."

"Yeah, well, Thank God for that." Todd turned his gaze on Chuck's 
dark perfection, eyeing his healthy length of heavy dick before 
reaching over to twist one of his friend's huge, dark nipples between 
his fingers. "Who'd want to look like that when he could look like 
this?" For display, he raised his arm and made his bicep swell to 
immensity. The head of the muscle climbed higher and higher as it 
split, his shoulder and arm creating a mountain range.

Chuck turned and flexed his own arm next to Todd, and grinned when 
his muscle climbed just as high, although he could see now what the 
doctor had mentioned about bulk versus sleek. Chuck's arm was a 
massive bulge, thick and heavy. Todd's own arm showed the curve and 
height to match, each muscle outlined and highlighted in extreme 
detail, but lacked some of the mass. He had no doubt that he must 
have a few pounds on Todd, but wondered if his friend could best him 
in strength, also.

He doubted it. He doubted that anyone felt as powerful as he did. It 
was a wonder his dick was not hard again. The feeling of muscle and 
might that suffused him was like nothing he'd ever dreamed of. He 
felt almost high with exhilaration and command. Like he could do 
literally anything, no matter what challenge was put before him.

The doctor's voice interrupted his musing. "I'd like to get you men 
to the labs to get some more accurate readings. I'm sure you're as 
interested about what your new dimensions and capabilities are as I."

"Capabilities?"

"Strength and capacities and so on."

"Capacities?"

"He means how strong we are, dummy." Chuck punched Todd in the arm 
for the comment, who made a show of rubbing where he'd been struck.

The Doc nodded, adding, "As well as any sensory improvements to 
vision and hearing and so on. I'd also need to study a sample of both 
the clear lubricating fluid and the actual semen you are now both 
producing to discover what properties it contains which allows such 
radical physical changes in so short a time."

"You don't think it's dangerous, do you Doc?"

The older man shook his head. "I don't see how it's possible. The 
original serum contained no radical properties not already found in 
the human body. A simple collection of enzymes, proteins and genetic 
material." The two men were each arching a brow at him. "A little of 
this, a little of that."

"Well, like I said I know none of my clothes will fit me. You want us 
to go out just... naked? Like this?" Todd held his arms slightly away 
as if to demonstrate exactly how naked he was, which was hardly 
necessary. Chuck was running a hand through his jet black hair. He 
grabbed a handful and swung it around his body, draping it down his 
torso to see just how long it actually was. A pour of shining 
darkness hung across his expansive chest and over his rippled 
abdomen, the ends brushing along a good portion of his ample cock. It 
felt cool and as soft as the finest silk. He seemed to come to his 
senses and reached over to grasp his torn T shirt, holding it over 
his wide chest where it looked like a child's shirt.

"Yeah, no way this is going to work."

"We simply need to make you decent, not exactly presentable."

Todd tried to gather up his equipment under his grip, saying, "Maybe 
if I just hold it all... nope, can't do that either." He was looking 
down where his cock and balls plainly refused to cooperate, a few 
inches of the shaft, the helmet and one ball overflowing his fingers.

"What have you got in your closet, Todd?"

"Hey, don't start ripping everything up in there!" Todd followed 
Chuck to his bedroom where his friend was already attempting to pull 
a white T shirt - his preferred wardrobe - over his head.

"All this hair sure gets in the way. I wonder how chicks manage with 
it." His voice was muffled slightly until his head popped through the 
collar and he started shoving his arms through the sleeves.

"I'm highly dubious of the success of your little trial with my 
clothes, Chuck."

"Give me a chance, I'm only just... oops. Sorry." One sleeve was 
already ripped free of its seams as his heavily muscled arm came 
through it. He went ahead with the other sleeve, ripping it out as 
well, and then pulled the undershirt down his thick torso. It clung 
to his chest and shoulders like a second skin, hanging loosely around 
his tight belly. His nipples looked like they might cut their way 
through the cotton at any moment.

"Okay, what's the point of that? The shirt's so tight on you, you 
might as well be naked. Half your stomach is showing, anyway, and 
isn't covering up the lower half a bit more of a priority at the 
moment?"

Chuck was grinning anyway. "I always wanted a body like this. I mean, 
look at me! I'm damn sexy." But when he went into a double-bi front 
shot, the back of the shirt and the shoulders finally gave way and he 
was left standing there with some tattered rags clinging to his neck. 
Laughing slightly - it wasn't his shirt, after all - he tucked his 
finger under the collar and ripped the shirt off, then stood there a 
minute scratching himself absently. His big dick was wagging like a 
happy dog's butt. "What about some boxers, Todd?"

"I'm not sure that'll work."

Chuck was opening drawers looking for underwear when Todd intervened, 
pulling out a pair of white Calvin Klein boxer briefs. He held them 
over his midsection. "Well, the waist will work, but the thighs are 
gonna be a problem."

"No problem," Chuck reported, as he tore the legs of another pair 
open up the side. "See?" Bending slightly, he pushed one leg and then 
the other through the extra wide holes and pulled the shorts up his 
body, shoving his ample package to the right as he usually did 
without thinking.

There was still a problem when a few inches of his manhood fell out 
the leg to dangle snugly against his thigh. "Ooh," he said, "tight 
fit."

He started to readjust himself, creating an almost obscene basket in 
the crotch of the shorts by curling and bunching himself into it. The 
waistband sagged slightly to contain his entire collection and the 
cotton seemed to stretch to its limits, but it held. Lifting his 
hands away, he posed. "Well?"

Todd was rubbing his chin looking at the extreme bulge in his 
friend's crotch. There was so much meat in so little space that the 
outline of the contents was plain to see. There was no doubt that it 
wasn't a sock in Chuck's huge bulge, but for all that he had managed 
to cover himself, even if it was stretching that definition as far as 
the straining cotton. "Turn around. Let's see the rear view."

Chuck pivoted and the term 'butt floss" entered Todd's head. The 
Calvins had so much to contain up front that they'd sacrificed 
whatever they had in the rear to compensate. Two tiny, sad flaps of 
material barely covered any of Chuck's tight, high ass cheeks. "That 
can't be comfortable. Man you've got one hairy ass there, buster. Try 
walking a bit."

"Okay." Chuck took a few steps and it was shortly apparent that 
another answer needed to be found. After just a few steps, his 
equipment started manifesting a mind of its own, seeking escape from 
its confinement. Either that or all the rubbing and buffing going on 
in those tightey whiteys was making Chuck feel a bit randy and in no 
time there was a ripping sound and his entire collection was on 
display again, unfolding like a snake and actually ripping through 
the briefs.

"Impressive," remarked Todd. Chuck wasn't sure if he should be proud 
or embarrassed. But with a simple twist of his fingers and the barest 
straining of his muscle, the elastic waistband snapped apart and he 
was naked again. All that attention seemed to make his cock swell 
slightly, as well.

"Too bad you don't own any kilts, Todd."

"That would solve the problem." He considered. "Well, seeing as we 
aren't really going to be parading down the Mall wearing nothing but 
smiles, I suppose the towel solution will work until something better 
comes along." He went to the hallway and came back carrying two bath 
sheets, handing one to Chuck. The other he wound around his waist, 
tying the ends together so that he ended up wearing a draping skirt 
with a high slit along his right leg. "There."

Chuck was wearing a matching skirt and after a quick review of each 
other, they both nodded and turned to the doctor. "Okay, Doc," said 
Todd, "lead on."


The two huge men were forced to sit in the back of Chuck's pickup, 
the only vehicle able to accommodate their larger dimensions. The 
wind turned their towels into flapping flags that they held down, but 
the sun and air felt wondrous against their skin. To Todd, it was as 
if his exposed flesh was super naked. He could feel every sensation 
magnified. Chuck had a similar reaction, even to point of feeling the 
need to stand up and face into the wind as the doctor drove along a 
back road to the lab. As his hair fanned out behind him like a 
banner, he opened his towel to let the air circulate through his 
undercarriage, reveling in the sensation. "I never want to wear 
clothes again," he told Todd.

"I know exactly how you feel," his friend agreed, "but I'm not sure 
that's entirely realistic."

"Fuck realism," he answered, and he tossed the towel overboard.

"Hey! You owe me one bath sheet, asshole!"


Todd, still wearing his makeshift kilt, and a butt naked Chuck strode 
into a large room that seemed overwhelmingly white. Gleaming metal 
instruments sad silently around the floor and there was an antiseptic 
smell in the air. The doctor led them toward two tables surrounded by 
various devices. Immediately, he picked up a small pen-shaped 
instrument and held it up to Todd. "This is a laser tape. A sort of 
extremely accurate measuring tape." He demonstrated on himself. A 
schematic of a human figure appeared on a computer screen, subdivided 
into its various parts. He touched the pen to the figure's arm and 
then shined a thin red beam across his own forearm. "Where the beam 
is broken, the instrument makes a measurement." He showed them the 
display that clearly indicated how wide his arm was in centimeters. 
Todd nodded, remembering his earlier experiences with the device 
before receiving the serum. "Now, let's see how you really measure 
up."

He cleared the screen and typed in Todd's name. Then he methodically 
started to shine the beam across his dimensions, asking his to lift 
this arm, bend that knee, inquiring whether a muscle was relaxed or 
flexed. He took dozens of measurements and each time, a number 
attached itself to the matching part on the display and the figure's 
dimensions adjusted accordingly, growing more and more to resemble 
Todd's electronic shadow.

When he was done, he typed a few characters on the keyboard and saved 
the data. Then it was Chuck's turn. A new, clean figure appeared on 
the screen and the doctor began to change its dimensions to match 
Chuck's.

"Well," said Todd after that process was done, "any surprises?"

"Hmm? Oh, um, the data will have to be processed and compared. 
Chuck's original information is not stored in the system so we won't 
be able to measure the improvements in his case, but we have your old 
data here and we can take a look.

A page of data appeared on the screen with two silhouettes. The 
latter was obvious the Todd of today, and the other a picture of the 
old Todd. They were scaled to match and even here the difference was 
astounding. "Uh, what's this in English?"

"Pardon?"

Todd pointed at the figures. "In feet and inches."

"Oh. Yes." He pressed a few keys and the figures changed. Todd 
scanned them with a growing grin and Chuck whistled low. "Now the 
weight and ratio measurements. If you'll step over here please, 
gentlemen." He indicated what looked like a small metal platform. 
"This will..."

"This'll weigh us and also measure the fat content of our bodies, 
displaying that as a percentage of total body weight." Todd tapped 
his forehead. "See, I remember shit when I want to."

He stepped on the scale and the computer beeped after a moment. They 
went back to the screen to see the result.

Chuck read aloud, "previous weight, 254 lbs. Body fat ratio, 30%! 
Hell, Todd, you were a mess."

"I can remember someone else in the room who wasn't exactly..."

"Current weight, 277 lbs.! Body fat ratio, 12%. Well, that's 
certainly an improvement."

"Good God, Doc! Where did all the fat go? And I certainly don't feel 
like I weigh almost three hundred pounds. If anything I feel lighter, 
not heavier."

"The fat has been converted to muscle. Fat is merely the body's way 
of storing excess energy, and in your case we've modified that stored 
energy to protein, or muscle. Muscle fiber is also denser than fat, 
so an equal portion weighs considerably more."

"Yes, but... that much more?" He was feeling his chest, pushing at 
the dense fibers curiously.

"Don't forget that you're a little taller than you were, too." Todd 
stood up as if to emphasize his point.

"It does seem out of proportion. Perhaps subsequent tests will reveal 
how this is possible. Chuck?" The Doc motioned to the platform and 
Todd's friend stepped onto it. Another beep and the computer 
displayed the results.

Todd spluttered. "327 lbs.! 10% body fat!" He looked at his grinning 
friend. "That doesn't make any sense. No way he's got 50 pounds on 
me!"

"He appears to have more mass, but perhaps the length of time between 
your initial growth and the subsequent refinement via bodily fluid 
intake might account for it." He looked more closely at Chuck's arm, 
leaning toward it and pushing at the muscle with his finger. It did 
not budge. "Perhaps the reason for the difference in appearance also 
accounts... Chuck, could you step over to the weight bench, please?"

Chuck seemed more than happy to oblige. "I've been waiting for this 
part, to see just how strong all these good looks really are."

"We'll start with a bench press. Todd, would you load 400 lbs., please?"

Chuck spluttered. "400? Don't you think...?"

"Trust me. Ready Todd? All right Chuck."

Chuck wound his grip around the bar and prepared himself to grunt. 
His abdominal muscles tensed and swelled visibly as he started the 
lift in preparation for the strain, but they relaxed almost 
immediately and the bar went up very fast. "Are you sure you got the 
right weight on there, bud?"

Todd looked at the plates raised motionless in front of him. "400. On 
the nose."

The weights lowered with a crash. "I need more."

"How much?"

"Double it."

"You sure?"

Chuck was grinning broadly. "Eight hundred."

Todd moved the pin down, nodding when he had it in place. Chuck's 
grip tightened and he lifted again, a laugh escaping his lips. "This 
is too funny." He dropped the new weight and said, "go to 1,200."

"Pounds?"

"Yep. This is so totally fun, you can't believe it."

"Ready."

Chuck's arms bulged and his chest heaved. The fibers of each muscle 
stood out in bared power as he hefted the weight with slightly more 
strain but still considerable ease. He pumped out a few reps until it 
was clear that he'd grown used to the weight. The muscles of his body 
had slightly enlarged, pumped with fresh blood and growing to handle 
the increased weight. "More," he said.

"How much?"

"Another 400 lbs."

"You sure?"

"Oh, yeah." His grin verified what his voice was saying.

"Okay, that's 1,600 lbs. Go for it, bro."

One, two, ten, twenty reps. His chest was red, the muscle mass 
swollen and angry. Thirty reps. Fifty. Chuck's arms were blown up 
like balloons. He was using his whole body to lift the weight. His 
8-pack looked like a cobblestone street. Seventy reps. He was still 
grinning, though. Eighty. His body was working to perfection, doing 
whatever he required of it.

One hundred. He let the weights rest.

Gaining his feet, Chuck was bouncing slightly with excitement and 
energy. Todd's face was a mask of amazement and something else. Envy? 
Chuck had never felt anything like this. It was different from the 
absolute pleasure of the orgasm from his giant hard-on, this was no 
less complete but a different kind of joy. The joy of strength and 
power and size. "Wow," he said, "that was amazing."

"Look at yourself, Chuck." Todd's voice was a quiet earthquake.

"Huh?"

Todd grabbed one shoulder and spun the man around. What he saw in the 
mirror made him stop dead. "Holy..."

He was the very picture of muscular perfection. His chest was piled 
with strength. His arms swollen with power and muscle. Like a roadmap 
of the male physique, all his muscles stood out in sharp, clear 
definition. The term 'shredded' was only a hint at what he looked 
like. Lifting his arm, his shoulder suddenly loomed next to his broad 
neck like a bowling ball. Bending his elbow, his bicep jumped into 
power, the head of the muscle splitting into two separate displays of 
absolute force. He felt an intense energy running through him as if 
he could take on the world, wrestle a bull to the ground, ride a 
rocket to the stars. "What the hell..."

"Step onto the scales again, please."

He sleepwalked over to the platform, his head turned to watch his 
body retreat in the mirror. God, his ass looked great. Stepping up, 
after a moment the computer beeped again and Todd was scratching his 
chin in obvious befuddlement. "How is that possible?"

"What?"

"I'm not sure."

"What? What?" Chuck dismounted and looked at the measurements. The 
screen read 354 lbs. 8% body fat. He had gained 30 pounds, all of it 
without a doubt in pure, massive muscle. He bent his arm again and 
grinned when the huge bicep split cleanly at its peak. "Wow," he 
said, "I'm buff."

"Metabolism," said the doctor.

"Huh?" said Todd.

"Chuck's metabolism has apparently been altered to such an extent 
that it is turning any available energy - fat - into muscle as it is 
needed. I can't think of any other way this could be possible."

"What about me?" Todd's fists were on his hips. "What about my needs?"

"One way to find out."

They went back to the weight bench. "Start me at 800, Chuck, you 
muscle monster."

"Okee dokee."

In short order, Todd was up to 1,600 lbs. like his friend, but not 
satisfied just to match him. "Go for it," he said after 40 reps.

"One ton?"

He nodded, grinning. "I can do it. I know I can."

And after 50 reps of 2,000 pounds, Todd let the weights fall and 
stood up, his body displaying fresh new power along its lines. Even 
though he hadn't used his legs, even his thighs and calves looked 
bigger, fuller, more massive. He stretched his arms over his head, 
the curves of his triceps swelling along the undersides, then brought 
them down into a tight double-bi that would have sent the Mr. Olympia 
judges into ecstatic frenzy. "Wow, that feels great." He pushed for 
just that much more, tensing the muscle tighter still until it bulged 
hard and red, pumped full to bursting.

"Always have to do better than me, doncha?" Chuck was leaning 
leisurely against the wall, his huge arms folded across his immense 
chest.

Todd's smile blazed. He tried to present a few poses like the 
bodybuilders did, but he'd never tried before and it ended up looking 
a little silly. He was feeling the swell and hardness in his arms and 
chest as he stepped back onto the scales for a second measurement. 
"How'd I turn out?"

"Not bad, big guy," Chuck admitted. "322 lbs. A 50 pound gain in 
about 30 minutes. And body fat down to... 6%."

"Damn. Maybe I should go again."

Chuck laid a meaty arm across his friend's broader shoulders. "It's 
not a competition, you know."

"Chuck, everything's a competition."

His friend smiled. "Does that mean I win?"


The doctor seemed confused. Maybe even upset. He was looking at the 
figures he'd just taken, studying the comparison charts. "Something 
wrong, Doc?" Todd's vice was a deep rumble, a smooth roar of 
masculine power. The two naked men, walked up on either side of the 
elderly man, leaning down to read the screen which looked the same.

"My measurements are all incorrect in light of," he paused, gazing 
toward one and then the other of his subjects, "recent activity."

Chuck rubbed his washboard belly absently to kill an itch in the 
chilly room. "Sorry about that, Doc." His voice, though only slightly 
less baritone than his friend's, still might have shaken the ceiling 
tiles with ease.

The little man turned, adjusting the glasses on his nose. "How do you 
both feel?" Todd straightened, his muscles rearranging themselves 
along his frame in a massive show of perfect power. "Fantastic."

Chuck smiled, scrubbing his hand through the wealth of midnight locks 
covering his head and cascading down to his butt. "Ditto. Seriously, 
I mean, do we look like we'd say anything else?"

"Well, not to put too fine a point on things, but I was wondering if 
you were having any thoughts of a sexual notion."

"Oh, you mean the monster." Chuck hefted his huge uncut meat, waving 
its foot of sex flesh at the man.

Todd laughed slightly, petting his own slightly less showy giant's 10 
inches fondly. "I'm ready when you are, Doc. Just say the word."

"I should very much like to collect samples of the emissions, if I may."

Todd had to laugh again at the little man's oddly detached attitude 
toward what had been happening. "Fine by me." Chuck nodded and was 
already stroking himself to erection, holding the thick root of his 
manhood in one hand while the other gave slow, steady caresses to the 
shaft. Todd's touch seemed to be petting his cock as if it were a 
snake to be charmed to attention.

Both methods worked, no matter what the technique. While Todd closed 
his eyes, apparently concentrating on the pleasures of his flesh, 
Chuck's eyes cast down to watch with an intense fascination as his 
prick started to grow thicker and longer, the helmet emerging slowly 
from his foreskin, almost seeming to inflate. He rubbed his thumb 
under the ridged lip, urging it on until a swelling bubble of clear 
liquid appeared at the eye. "Here I go, Doc," he said, as the dome 
turned into a drizzling flow, like a thin thread of glass falling 
from the slowly pulsing beast.

Todd's streams did not begin until his cock was angling itself 
upward, but when it started the flow was sudden and thick, streaming 
over the head and shaft to coat his meat like honey. "Me, too," he 
said, opening his eyes. His cock was pumping the fluid in a steady, 
even current as if a spigot had been turned on. Chuck's started 
slowly but was catching up quickly, and soon both men had burgeoning 
erections shining with a slick film that flowed down the contours and 
over the men's balls before gathering in a pool on the floor.

The doctor gathered a healthy sample from each man, holding a glass 
vial under their nutsack until he seemed satisfied and then held two 
more empty vials for the second emissions about to be loosed. "I'm 
ready when you are, gentlemen."

"So good," moaned Chuck, his slow stroking continuing unabated as if 
the man had not spoken. "Feels so fucking good."

Todd nodded an agreement, biting his bottom lip. His flows seemed to 
increase suddenly, the clear honey of the lubricant pouring out of 
his prick. "My balls are burning," he said. The doctor believed that 
was probably an overstatement, but he did observe the Same swelling 
that he'd seen before. Each of Todd's testes was growing larger and 
larger as if filled to bursting with their cargo. The man's penis had 
increased dramatically in size in the last few moments, and the 
doctor assumed that ejaculation was imminent.

"So good, oh God, so good," Chuck moaned again.

The doctor stood back as Todd's load unleashed, a sudden hard 
fountain of thick white fluid that arced high overhead in the lab, 
coming back down partly mingling with the clear puddle. Waiting until 
it had all been released, the doctor gathered a Jeffple of the 
unmixed white fluid - he did not think it was semen - into a vial and 
then looked at Chuck's genitals.

"Oh, God," Chuck said again, and Todd looked over as he recovered 
from his own third orgasmic release of the day, of the morning, and 
saw something his eyes told him was impossible.

Chuck was slowly stroking his meat, his hands and prick coated with 
an unending flow of the clear lube, his cock swollen red and glassy 
hard, but the guy's balls were huge. They were pressing themselves 
against each other, against his thighs, swelling as he watched them. 
"Jesus, Chuck, let go already. You're gonna break your balls!"

Chuck moaned long and low. His nipples were swollen and hard on his 
mammoth chest. Even in the chill of the lab, he was sweating. "So 
good, oh man, yes, yes, yes..."

"I mean it, Chuck, blow your load or something bad's..."

"Ahhhhh..." His balls ballooned. They were on fire. His body shook. 
"Ahhhhhh..." Then he came.

He threw his head back and arched his back, shoving his enormous 
erection up and the thick, white fluid erupted as if from a volcano. 
The doctor and Todd both watched in stunned amazement as the man's 
balls slowly receded, his great load rushing up and out in an 
unending, extensive ejaculation. Todd could hardly imagine what Chuck 
felt like as his dam burst in one, long flood.

Finally it ended, and Chuck doubled over laughing, still hanging on 
to the overwhelming currents of erotic bliss that shook him from head 
to toe and in every fiber of his being. "Better and better," was all 
he said.

The doctor scooped some of Chuck's flood into another vial and placed 
it on a tray with the others, taking all the samples to another table.

Chuck was looking at his wealth of essence on the floor, seemingly 
debating whether he wanted another dose. Todd was already spreading a 
thin coat of the mixture on his skin, humming some tune softly. Chuck 
thought it might have been Whistle While You Work. With a shrug, he 
followed his friend's example muttering, "couldn't hurt."

The doctor was already analyzing Todd's two samples, watching a 
screen to see what the results would be. When he turned, he watched 
as the two men's physiques began to change yet again, and he shook 
his head ruefully. It was another refinement, or rather a 
re-refinement that was taking place, as each man's newly grown 
muscles were again made smooth, perfectly proportioned, beautifully 
symmetrical. Idealized versions of the human male, now even more 
muscled and powerful. Todd was seeming to wash his face in the stuff, 
and Chuck followed suit after a moment.

The doctor turned back to his studies and pursed his lips. 
Momentarily, the two men were on either side of him. He could feel a 
heat emanating from each. "These are the results from your samples, 
Todd. I think..." he began, then paused as he turned and looked at 
the man. Though his face had only slightly altered, the differences 
were striking. He looked almost too beautiful, now. He thought that 
any woman - indeed, any man or woman who gazed at his face would have 
a hard time not swooning or fainting. All he said, though, was, 
"Interesting." Todd's new face was a dark beauty, with long thick 
lashes and lush, full lips. His skin was darker, his complexion 
Mediterranean. The golden curls of his mane only accented his 
sculpted magnificence.

One of Todd's perfectly shaped brows arched. "What?"

Chuck looked over. "Wow, Todd."

"What?" He looked up, and swallowed hard. "Jesus, Chuck."

The doctor looked over as well, and Chuck's bronzed beard-shadowed 
face had been replaced with one as beautiful, if different, as 
Todd's. The line of his cheek was more defined, the jaw more 
straight, the nose more aquiline. His eyes were a piecing deep green, 
like emeralds. Not a crease or a line marked him anywhere.

"You want me to fuck you now or fuck you later?" Todd's ice blue eyes 
flashed and he wiggled his blonde brows.

"Later. Go ahead, Doc."

"Ahem. Well, this is the clear fluid. As you can see, it is mostly 
enzymes and proteins. No sugars at all, which explains its high 
viscosity."

"It's huh?"

"Why it's so slippery, dummy." Todd rapped Chuck's head.

"And this," he said, the screen changing, "is the white fluid. Which 
appears to me to be... sperm."

"Sperm?"

He nodded. "As far as I can tell, yes. Now, when we combine the two, 
an interesting chemical reaction takes place." Another screen 
appeared. "As you can see here."

"I can?" Chuck got another thwap on his head.

"This is an odd assortment of proteins and enzymes, including a 
rather extraordinarily high amount of testosterone, which is to be 
expected, but what interests me is this table, here."

"And... what is that?"

"This appears to be recombinant DNA."

"It's what?"

"Yes, your genetic structure is being altered with each, uh, application."

"How?"

"I'm not actually sure. But from the appearance," he said, gazing 
back and forth, "it doesn't appear to be detrimental."

"But why is that happening? And why is it affecting us like this?" 
Chuck stood up and held his arms out, illustrating exactly what he 
meant by 'this,' displaying the perfected male beauty of his new form.

"Again, I can't say for certain. We knew the serum would react 
positively in the male system, enhancing certain functions concerning 
muscle development, sexuality, virility, et cetera. Perhaps it was 
something in your own make-up, Todd, that has created this chemical 
reaction that brings on the, well, remarkable development which we 
have witnessed."

"And this will keep happening? Every time? How is that possible?"

"It's impossible to say what will happen, but based on observation of 
reaction to date I don't see a reason that it would stop."

"So, we'll just keep getting bigger? Stronger?" Chuck's tone didn't 
sound like he minded that possibility.

"Stronger, possibly. Bigger... less certain. I believe that much of 
the weight gain we saw earlier was not in muscle mass, but rather 
muscle density."

"In English?"

"You have more muscle, therefore more strength, and we saw a certain 
amount of growth but certainly not enough to account for a gain of 30 
pounds, as in your case, Todd. Instead, I believe that you are 
realizing an increased amount of muscle but it is, um, super 
condensed. More muscle fiber in a smaller amount of space. You 
therefore weigh more and are able to exert more strength and 
pressure, but your appearance changed only slightly other than the 
first remarkable growth."

"And that first growth?"

"Is your body expanding as far as possible to accommodate... you must 
understand this is all conjecture on my part, based only on the 
evidence at hand."

"So, stronger and more powerful, but not musclebound."

"Yes."

"And the other... the face and the other physical enhancements"

"The 'we're beautiful motherfuckers' part, he means."

"Thanks loads, Chuck."

"Genetic imperative, I imagine."

"You lost me again."

"Any species relies on propagation to survive. The most powerful, the 
most capable members of that species pass on their genetic advantages 
to benefit the entire species. I suppose your physical beauty could 
be a manifestation of that survival trait."

"Huh?"

"More people want to fuck us."

"Oh." Chuck was grinning. "That probably explains..."

"What?"

"Well, remember this morning when I walked in, and I was acting..."

"You were acting totally weird, yeah I remember."

"Well, it was because when I saw you, when we were in that room 
together, it took everything in me not to hump your bones and suck 
your beautiful dick right there."

"Beg pardon?" Todd looked perplexed. The doctor was nodding.

"Yeah, it was like... heat and you were giving off... this scent that 
just drove me... I tell you, Todd, I could hardly control myself. And 
I'm deadset hetero."

"Uh huh."

"But now I'm here with you and, I gotta say you look better than ever 
and I'd still suck that cock in a minute, but I'm not feeling that 
Same drive." He looked at the doctor. "But you're not feeling 
anything?"

"I must admit that I can sense a sort of... tugging toward you. But 
I'm a bit past my prime as far as the mating rituals go."

"You want to suck my dick?"

Chuck shrugged. "That's one prime piece of horse hanging there."

"But..."

"It's strange, I admit. I've never really considered anything like 
that before, but there's just something about how you're standing, 
how it's hanging, something so beautiful and perfect about it that I 
want to, you know, have it. Stroke it. Suck it."

The doctor looked at Todd. "Any confessions of your own?"

"Well, I mean," he started slowly, scanning his best friend's 
proportions, how his chest rose and fell, those huge rosy nipples, 
the swell of his arms and legs, the thick tube of meat and the 
perfectly shaped balls. He started to think about nuzzling them, 
smelling them, running his tongue up the long, long shaft and teasing 
the head free of the foreskin. "Maybe," he said.

"Interesting."

Chuck's smile lit his dark features. He spoke directly to Todd, now, 
explaining himself. "It's like, I mean, I love fucking. I totally 
love sliding into some girl's beautiful wet pussy. I love eating her 
out, licking her and making her more and more wet. And I have no 
doubt that I still want to do some of that business, although, from 
the shape of things - or, rather, the size - maybe that's not as 
possible as it once was." He sighed. "But this is something else. Not 
exactly sex, more like possession. Or maybe it's only sex, and not 
fucking. Or only pleasure, and not sex. But I feel like, I feel like 
if I could suck that dick of yours, if I could pull you into my mouth 
and rake my teeth across your shaft, tongue your leaking slit, lick 
your balls as they swelled with your power. If I could feel your 
muscles, feel your weight against me, supporting you, caressing your 
skin, playing with your tits. Man, I mean, you know? I mean, it's 
just totally hot. A hot feeling."

"So, you're saying you want to suck my cock. I mean, I'm just..." 
Todd's gaze moved down his friend's body. Something about his stance 
now, his ready position. He was breathing heavier, he was licking his 
lips slowly. Did he know he was caressing his own chest, that his 
fingers played along the line between the globes, that his nipples 
were enlarging? Did he realize how hot he looked standing there like 
that, how fine and shiny his hair looked, how deeply jade his eyes 
were? "...trying to make sure I understand."

"I'll suck your dick better than anyone's ever sucked any cock 
before. I'll suck you to heaven and back. I'll suck your cock and 
drive you insane and I still won't stop." Chuck was already lowering 
himself to his knees.

"I..."

"And then you're gonna suck me dry." His tongue poked between his 
full lips and wound itself around his shaft. He moved his mouth along 
its length, placing soft wet kisses teasingly at each inch. He bent 
low, his body suddenly sinuous and sensual, and looked up through a 
cascade of dark hair at his friend's eyes as he opened his mouth and 
pulled Todd's monster inside.

Todd could feel Chuck's ministrations intensely. He was being 
swallowed whole, deep throated, and if this was truly Chuck's first 
attempt at sucking a dick he would surely turn pro immediately. His 
teeth tightened on the girth, and Todd felt his flow begin. Chuck's 
grin spilled a drizzle of clear fluid, and he started moving his 
mouth up and down, sucking like a Hoover. There was so much lube that 
it spilled down the shaft, already engorged and throbbing, but Chuck 
was swallowing some of that fluid, too.

Todd released a moan. Damn, Chuck was true to his word.

The clear flow spilled down Chuck's chin and neck, coating his chest 
in a glistening glaze. Todd closed his eyes to concentrate on the 
incredible blow job going on down below. The doctor, after a moment 
of observation, decided it might be better if he observed from a more 
discrete vantage point. After all, this was something else that was 
unexpected, assuming that both subjects had shown no previous 
interest in homosexual sex. How far would they go? Were all 
inhibitions lost? And was this a drive they each felt, or was it 
simply that the lack of a female sexual partner had forced Chuck 
to... so many questions!

Todd moaned again. Todd moaned a lot, Chuck thought. But damn this was hot.

Todd's skin in his hands was silky smooth, soft yet supple. And he 
could feel the writhing muscle just under the surface, the power and 
strength coursing there. The feel of the warm lube over his chest was 
making him even hornier, instead of less.

"What are you... what... oh... uh, uh.... Mmmmm..."

Chuck raked his teeth along Todd's prick. The slick lube was salty, 
almost spicy. The male scent, like sweat and musk, swam deeply 
through his senses. But Todd was getting too big to handle in this 
position. Chuck wrapped his lips around the shaft, sucking against 
the stiffening cock, feeling it swell, feeling its heat increase. "We 
need to make a few adjustments if you want me to finish this," he 
said. His fingers dug into Todd's ass flesh, squeezing a further 
swelling of growth into the meat.

"Whuh... why did you stop?"

Chuck's lips twisted into a half grin as he slid his hand along 
Todd's monster, moving his grip up its length and rubbing the tip of 
his thumb under the ridge of the helmet. "You're getting a little 
large, my man. Unless you want this thing," he nodded toward the 
burgeoning beast, slipping his grip back down its length again, 
"punching through the top of my skull, we need you on the floor."

Todd smiled then, too. Chuck licked the length of his pole, forcing 
Todd to suck in a deep breath through pursed lips. "You're the boss," 
he said between clenched teeth.

Chuck squeezed Todd's cock tightly. "Believe it." As Todd kneeled, 
Chuck moved his hands across his friend's impressive contours, 
leaving a slick trail of Todd's juice across his glowing coppery 
skin. The touch lingered at his nipples, and he pinched them in 
unison.

Todd's rippled abdomen retracted, then relaxed. His smile increased 
and he closed his eyes, allowing Chuck to take control of the 
situation. He seemed to know what he was doing. His deep voice 
rumbled softly. "You sure you've never done this with another guy, 
before?"

"You want to have a conversation," Chuck asked, moving down Todd's 
reclining form toward his still lengthening meat, "or you want me to 
suck you dry?" He didn't wait for an answer.

Again, Todd felt himself sliding down Chuck's throat. It was warm and 
wet and slippery. It was a pussy with teeth and a tongue. How Chuck 
could take him so deeply and still manage to breathe was something 
Todd intended to ask him.

Later.

His eyes still closed, he felt Chuck's weight moving across him, 
lying atop him, the muscles of their bodies pressing against each 
other, the hemispheres of Chuck's massive chest on Todd's heaving 
rippled belly. Chuck was straddling Todd, his knees bent, his ass 
pointed at Todd's chin. Todd opened one eye, spying Chuck's muscular 
butt moving slowly back and forth as his friend's mouth fucked his 
cock. His friend's dangling prick, semi-hard from what he could only 
assume was Chuck's earnest ministrations, dragged along the crevasse 
of his own chest, painting a streaming trail of clear lube in the 
deep valley of muscle.

Grinning, Todd bent an arm, sensing again the deep satisfaction of 
the power held in his bicep as it inflated, and moved his grip onto 
his friend's ass. Then his other hand, too. He began to knead the 
muscular flesh, teasing the edge of his asshole with a brush of his 
thumbs, then he dipped down to collect some of his friend's natural 
lube and pushed his finger inside, fingering Chuck's hole.

His friend's sphincter closed on his digit, then opened and invited 
further investigation. Todd knew what this felt like, having 
sometimes fingered his own anus as he jerked off in the privacy of 
his shower. He leaned up, feeling aroused now both below the belt 
from the intensity of Chuck's oral attention, and now above the 
shoulders, his eyes drinking in the tanned globes of the beautiful 
ass inches in front of his face. Chuck's balls swung back and forth 
in a semi-circle around his smooth, thick cock. A single thick vein 
snaked along the shaft like a trace of dark stone on a marble column. 
Todd leaned forward, his abdominals swelling into power to support 
his massive upper body, and he laid soft kisses all around Chuck's 
rosy asshole before darting his tongue forward to lick the salty 
sweat off. Chuck moaned, and Todd felt it reverberate along his stiff 
cock. Todd could feel his load building to climax. He would have bet 
that the lube was flowing like a river, now, and he reached to cup 
Todd's suddenly swelling balls in his hands and squeezed them 
slightly, then marveled when they enlarged in his hands, feeling them 
inflate like water balloons filling with his friend's potent seed. He 
pulled Todd's cheeks wider and plunged his tongue inside, then 
reached underneath and started to stroke his swiftly growing prick, 
now swelling and hardening with almost magical speed. Todd's balls 
continued to expand, dropping lower and growing bigger with every 
heartbeat.

Todd tightened his own asshole against cumming. He was so deep inside 
Chuck he thought his cock head was probably tickling his friend's 
gullet. He felt huge, hot and hard as steel. He was eating out 
Chuck's ass like a starving man at an all-you-can-eat Sunday brunch.

Chuck sucked like a Hoover on Todd's fat prick. He wanted to swallow 
him whole. He felt a sudden swelling all the way down his throat and 
knew that Todd was finally surrendering his load. The excitement and 
erotic charge of the anticipation set off his own alarms, and he 
could feel the quicksilver surge of his own seed as it began racing 
up his own engorged member.

They came together, Todd unloading into Chuck's hungry mouth and 
Chuck spraying his charge all over Todd's belly and crotch, down his 
legs and under him, coating his ass and thighs.

"Interesting," said the doctor. It was the first thing he'd said 
during the nearly 15 minute suck and stroke session.


Chuck felt Todd's heat spreading inside him. It was like swallowing 
lava, like feeling the sun flowing into him. It was life itself, it 
was getting an erotic charge direct from the source.

Todd felt his orgasm grow overwhelming, the joy flooding his heat 
pushing everything else out until something hot and wet spread itself 
all over him, gushing across his skin like sizzling cream.

Chuck's orgasm was a crescendo in time to sucking his friend off. His 
entire body, inside and out, shook with an intensity of pleasure and 
fulfillment he'd only touched before. How it could possibly feel 
better than it had felt before was beyond imagining. He wondered for 
a moment if this cycle could continue, if it could possibly feel 
better still the next time, but the thought was obliterated when the 
heat inside unexpectedly grew incandescent and he threw himself off 
Todd's cock and rolled onto his back on the cold floor, grabbing his 
belly and folding in on himself.

As Chuck rolled off of him, Todd's skin felt as if it were on fire. 
Wherever Chuck's juices coated him, his flesh blazed as if dipped in 
acid. His hands clenched into fists, his back arched high, his 
muscles clenched and reddened with strain.

The doctor rushed over, placing his hand on Todd's shoulder and 
called his name, but there was no response. He gazed at Chuck, who 
was exhibiting similar distress, and noted that the other man's body 
was as red as if the man had lain in the sun too long. The redness 
emanated from his midsection, but within moments his entire form was 
on fire.

All of Chuck's emissions, which had coated Todd's skin and the floor 
around them, were being drawn into Todd. Everywhere it touched, that 
same redness grew and spread.

Both men's forms twisted in seeming agony.

Then, just as suddenly as it had begun, Todd grew suddenly still, 
panting heavily, the red of his flesh dimming. Chuck, almost at the 
same time, also relaxed visibly, his eyes closed, air drawn into his 
lungs in short, deep breaths.

"Transference?" The doctor's brows fell together as he attempted to 
piece together what was happening. "Always before, each had drawn on 
his own emissions." He mused aloud, grabbing the pad and pen from his 
pocket as he mumbled. "I observed each man performing sexual 
activities with the others, when no homosexual proclivities had 
previously manifested." He tapped the pen against his lip before 
continuing. "That I know of. However, neither subject showed any 
hesitation nor self consciousness once the interaction was taking 
place. Indeed, the subject of the volunteered fellatio engaged in 
analingus with the partner halfway through the ministrations.

"This may suggest one of two things." He paused, looking down at the 
two men's muscled forms, still seemingly passed out on the floor. 
"Perhaps both. The absence of a female caused their enhanced libidos 
to overcome previous sexual preferences and encourage suppressed 
homosexual urges already present in order to satisfy overwhelming 
sexual need. Or, each male had an unconscious desire to exchange 
sexual emissions with the other as some act heretofore unobserved in 
connection with the formula and we are moving to a new and unknown 
territory in the experiment.

"Both subjects exhibited sudden and unexplained pain immediately 
following simultaneous ejaculation and..."

"Ohhhh, my head."

"My body."

"Yeah, that too."

The doctor stopped writing and looked down as each man stirred back 
to wakefulness.

Todd and Chuck each lay on their backs on the floor. The doctor said, 
as if to himself, "I observe no immediate physical changes as have 
previously manifested immediately following any sexual discharge." 
Then, his voice more animated, "How do you feel?"

"Which one of us?"

"Either of you. Chuck, you ingested Todd's entire ejaculation."

"Are you congratulating me or making an observation?" Chuck sat up, a 
relief map of muscle popping into power on his stomach as he did so.

"Well if it's not a congratulations, Chuck, consider yourself 
thanked." Todd rolled over to his side, looking at his friend. "That 
was the best blow job I've ever had, my man. You are one killer 
cocksucker."

"Coming from a man who's cock nearly killed me, I'll take that as a 
compliment."

"Gentlemen..."

"No, really Chuck. That thing you did with your teeth?"

"Under the ridge? On the underside?" Todd nodded, then gave a thumbs 
up, his white teeth flashing into a broad smile. Chuck shrugged. 
"Just something I picked up somewhere. But you! Todd, man, where did 
you ever learn that asshole routine?"

"The rimming?" Todd's muscled shoulders mirrored Chuck's shrug. "Just 
something I picked up somewhere."

"Gentlemen, please..."

"You feeling okay?"

Chuck's eyes narrowed for a moment as he did an internal check. Then 
he nodded slowly. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm okay." He was suddenly on his 
feet, rising with a gymnast's grace and agility. "Great, in fact!" He 
looked down to check himself out, moving his hands across his bulging 
contours. A spill of black silk cascaded forward and he held it 
aside, his fingers dancing across his belly's 8-pack, his slim hips, 
his ample cock. His voice sounded slightly disappointed when he said, 
"no changes, though."

Todd rose as well, moving with catlike grace. His dark skin was like 
bronze, the muscles moving beneath the flesh with consummate power 
and beauty. He lifted one leg up, watching the muscles of his thigh 
burst into power, then continued to lift it, a look of wonder on his 
face. His leg lifted perpendicular to his body, stretching to reach 
over his head. He stood motionless, effortlessly holding his leg 
against his body, the foot wiggling overhead. "Wow, this is pretty 
amazing."

"Shit," said Chuck, who followed suit and found his body equally 
ready to obey. "Shouldn't this hurt, like, a lot?"

"I would think so, but...." Todd was moving his body in graceful 
arcs, realizing that he now had an unnaturally flexible frame. "It 
doesn't." He bent over backwards, his powerful body allowing the 
movement to progress at an inhumanly slow pace, each finger of muscle 
taking over as needed, his body reacting to the demands he placed on 
it without seeming effort or strain. He performed a handstand, 
keeping perfectly still, not a tremble anywhere, then did a series of 
pushups from that position, his triceps bulging with fierce brawn, 
his shoulders bunching and flexing, moving up and down as if someone 
else were holding his feet and dipping him. Then with a flip through 
the air, he alighted back on his feet again, perfectly.

Chuck was grinning broadly. "You know what this means, right?" Todd 
arched a perfect brow in question as Chuck raised his finger, drawing 
the other man's attention as he bent over, folding in half, opening 
his mouth and sucking his own prick inside, a joyful moaning coming 
from him in lengthy satisfaction.

Todd puffed out a sudden quick breath. "Shit, now I'll never get any 
work done."

The doctor was quickly scribbling in his book, then said, "Any other 
new, erm, talents?"

"Chuck? Chuck. You wanna stop blowing yourself for a minute and..."

"Not really, no."

"You can't possibly be ready to cum again so soon."

"Aren't you?"

Todd considered the question a moment, and almost immediately a very 
discernable swelling came over his member, each beat of his powerful 
heart sending renewed heat and size into it. The head was dropping 
lower and blooming like a rosebud. "Oh. I guess so."

The doctor was writing in his notebook. "Almost constant arousal at 
will." He looked up, "At will?"

"What?" Todd looked up from his enlarging meat. Chuck stood with his 
arms folded across his mammoth furry chest, looking self-satisfied 
with himself.

"You can, in a manner of speaking, turn it on at will. Can you also 
turn it off?"

Chuck's mouth quirked in a sideways grin. "Sure, but why would we want to?"

Todd realized Chuck was right again, and as if he had turned off a 
spigot of desire, his prick was returning to its more natural state 
as suddenly as it had begun growing. He was grinning too, thinking 
that his definition of a natural state had changed dramatically over 
the last few hours.

"Control over bodily functions seems complete and total. Very..."

"Interesting. Yeah, we know that, Doc." Chuck walked toward Todd and 
threw his arm across his friend's shoulder, gesturing to include them 
both in his next statement. "And we're gorgeous and horny and hung 
like the proverbial horse." He jabbed his thumb into the thick meat 
of his own chest, not denting it in the slightest. "But as you'll 
recall, I never signed up for this... this... experiment of yours."

Todd's perfect features frowned. "You're complaining? You have got to 
be kidding me."

"Okay, reality check bro." Chuck stepped away from his friend, moving 
his hand down to heft the one-foot length of his substantial prick in 
his hand. "What the hell is this good for?"

"Okay, once again, you have got to be kidding me."

"I'm serious. Sure, I can suck myself off. I assume you can suck me 
off since I can suck you off."

"Yes, yes you can."

Chuck grinned in spite of himself. "That's not the point."

"Then, I'm still missing the point."

In an instant, Chuck was suddenly erect. To Todd and the doctor, it 
was as if someone had suddenly inflated his cock with an air hose. 
One minute, Chuck's impressive 12-incher was hanging thickly between 
his smoothly muscled thighs, the helmet hidden under the cowl of his 
foreskin. The next, he was sporting a 2-foot woody, his prick 
engorged and amazing, standing stiffly at attention. The head was red 
and glossy, the shaft as thick as a beer can, the skin stretched taut 
and shiny. "How'm I ever going to fuck anybody with this thing?" He 
turned profile to more amply display his assets. "I have a damned 
firepole between my legs. I could jack up a semi with this thing."

"How'd you..?"

His balls joined the party, swelling large and round as rapidly as 
his cock had erected itself to its current state of bloated bliss. He 
shifted his feet wider to account for the baseballs suddenly hanging 
heavy with ripeness under his prick. "And these things." He gestured 
at them, and they grew even bigger. "Who's not going to run screaming 
from me when they start swelling up like balloons?" In emphasis, they 
grew just that much larger before the entire collection of Chuck's 
genitalia returned to their normal impressive though flaccid state.

"Chuck?" "Todd?" he mimicked.

"What did you just do?"

"What? This?" And again, in magic transformation, where there had 
been a beautiful 12-inch cock and a set of ample balls, there was a 
rock-hard erection standing at full mast rising above two of the most 
impressive nuts - well, grapefruit - on the planet before there was 
just Chuck and his amazing cock again. "That's nothing."

Todd wrinkled his forehead and, sort of half-heartedly, his own cock 
slowly extended and enlarged, the growth increasing rapidly until he 
was sporting his own blue steel stiffy. He touched it tentatively and 
was rewarded with the familiar deep shock of erotic pleasure. He 
pursed his lips, glanced away, and a steady flow of clear lube gushed 
from the tip to coat the masterpiece of male potency. "Cool," he said.

"Yeah, whatever." He turned to the doctor. "So, while Cockzilla here 
amuses himself with his amazing self-lubricating erection, answer me 
that, Herr doctor. Am I ever going to get some pussy again?"

"Truthfully?"

Chuck crossed his arms over his chest. The doctor thought that it 
seemed like the man's shoulders grew just a bit larger. Todd's deep 
voice was as smooth as glass. "That would be nice."

"The human vagina was never meant to accommodate anything of your 
size. The chances that you will again enjoy a male-female sexual 
relationship including vaginal intercourse are... unlikely."

"Uh huh."

"Which is not to say that it's impossible. I'm told many women are 
attracted to large male genitals, and I don't think I'd be wrong to 
say that with one possible exception, there are no larger male 
genitals to be found than those with which you are equipped."

"Hey, this is neat!"

Chuck and the doctor looked over to watch an amazing and wholly 
unbelievable display. Todd's body was altering before their eyes.

He was the Todd they had both become familiar with, at first. An 
inhumanly beautiful man with darkly tanned skin, a flowing mane of 
wavy gold locks, ice blue eyes, a narrow nose and full, sensuous 
lips. As they watched, Todd's head of hair darkened to chestnut, and 
then to black. His skin turned from a deep, dark bronze to a golden 
brown. His eyes even altered, becoming emerald green. Small 
refinements over his facial features and body continued until there 
seemed to be another man standing before them. A man who could be 
identified as Todd if you knew what Todd looked like, but the figure 
of a man with enough differences in appearance and stature that he 
wasn't Todd anymore.

His hair was just as long and full, his body as well muscled and 
bursting with health, his skin still glowing under the lab lights, 
but he wasn't Todd anymore until his familiar, albeit deeper than 
normal, voice came out of the new mouth. "Cool, huh?"

"Okay. I give up. How's that possible?"

Chuck was probably asking the doctor, who seemed as dumbfounded as he 
was, but it was Todd who answered. "Search me. I was playing with the 
dick thing, making myself hard and soft and hard again, and I started 
to wonder if I could get a foreskin like yours, because I think it 
looks kinda sexy. Sort of." Chuck arched an eyebrow and checked out 
his cock as Todd continued. "And as I wondered that, it just 
happened. I had a foreskin." And just as quickly as he said it, he 
had one again. The flesh of his cock just extended down while its 
overall length stayed the Same, gifting him with a snug collar of 
skin that hooded the head of his prick. "So that set off my 
imagination and I started thinking, like, 'I wonder what it would be 
like to have black hair.' Or red hair!" And his hair changed again, 
turning strawberry blonde. "Or what if I had more hair on my body." 
And he did, a carpet of hair spreading from between the muscles of 
his chest and moving outward like a fur tide, then down, over his 
belly, spreading wide on his groin, his mane growing darker again to 
match this new garden of curls growing over his muscled torso. "Or no 
hair at all."

And it all fell out. All of it. And he stood there, bald and 
completely hairless, his skin bronzed, his features back to original 
Todd-ness, a forest of hair at his feet.

"Muscles and skin," murmured the doctor. "Huh?" said Todd and Chuck 
at the Same time.

"You can't grow shorter, correct?"

Todd tried and nothing happened. "Looks like not."

"Nor taller."

Again, "Nope."

The doc nodded. "The changes you manifested are likely an extension 
of the new total control side-effect. You're able to change any 
physical characteristic of your body as far as your muscles and skin 
will allow, Therefore, pigmentation, follicle stimulation, 
alterations to your musculature. But not skeletal. They are all 
extensions of what..."

"Hey, that would mean..." Chuck glanced down, and his cock shrunk as 
they all watched. Ten inches. Eight. Six. Four. Then it bloomed to 
twelve again, extending out and down like an unfurling tongue. "I'm 
happy again."

"Because you can fuck?"

"Because I can fuck and because I look like this." Then his features 
started to change, his hair turning a familiar shade of blonde, 
growing curly, his skin growing darker, his musculature slimming 
slightly, his eyes changing from green to ice blue, almost silver.

"Hey! You're me!"

"Hey, I'm whoever I want to be!"

Then, as the doctor watched, the two men began a series of rapid 
metamorphoses, changing body type, complexion, hair and eye color, 
hair style, body hair developing over one set of muscles, then 
another, the floor beneath them looking like a summer lawn covered 
with dark cuttings.

"Gentlemen."

Todd's nipples grew suddenly huge, hair again sprouted on his head 
cropped close in a flattop. His arms and shoulders began bulging with 
thick striations. The separation between the hemispheres of his chest 
deepened by the inch as he allowed the power buried inside his 
muscles to manifest as increased size. He appeared to be expanding as 
if inflating with brawn. His upper arms grew obscenely huge, his back 
finally joining the jamboree as his lats blossomed wider and thicker.

"Gentlemen?"

Chuck grew a mustache and beard, his hair dark and hanging to his 
shoulders. His body grew hair everywhere, a wealth of silken curls 
carpeting a body packed with dense muscles, hard and massive and raw. 
Thick veins began twining across his bulging contours like snakes.

"Gentlemen, please!"

Each man eyed the other and as if they came to some silent agreement 
of competition, their cocks suddenly began to burgeon, lengthening 
themselves to ungodly, impossible spans. Veins began popping on their 
loins, crawling up their bellies thicker, filled with the hot blood 
necessary to feed their beasts to engorgement. More veins, big and 
small, webbed the shafts that continually solidified and expanded. 
The heads bloomed and swelled, larger and larger still.

"Gentlemen!!"

They both looked over at the doctor, suddenly aware of their rivalry. 
They were sporting mammoth appendages, reaching beyond their knees, 
thick as their arms. They had giant cocks almost cartoonish in 
appearance, overly developed and impractical for anything, but 
amazingly potent and feral hanging from their loins in overripe 
abundance. Thick, firm shafts like third legs leading down to 
drooping helmets as big as fists, smooth and perfectly formed. 
"Oops," said Todd sheepishly.

"Still," said Chuck, holding up his enormity with both hands, muscles 
bulging on his arms with the effort, "that's pretty impressive if you 
ask me."

Todd had to nod an agreement. "Sorta gross, though."

Chuck's dick shrunk down to a more manageable size. It looked like a 
tape measure was rewinding into its holder. Todd's followed suit soon 
after. "Something to keep in mind should we ever need it, though."

Todd was refining his overall look to one that suited him for the 
time being. It looked, not surprisingly, very close to how he'd 
looked before anything started changing. "And what, pray tell, would 
that situation be?"

Chuck had also returned to his previous raven-haired god incarnation, 
although he seemed to like a little more fur on his muscles than 
before. "I don't know. Taking a piss in a biker bar. Imagine seeing 
one of those in the stall next to you!" Todd smiled. "That would put 
things into perspective, I suppose."

"Are we all quite finished?"

Todd looked down and, making a gesture as a man would if he were 
adjusting himself in his briefs, tugged his dick out a bit longer to 
match Chuck's ample measurements. "Yes, sir."

Chuck grinned at his friend, saying "Funky!"

"What?"

"That thing you did." He followed Todd's example, gripping his cock 
in his hand and tugging on it, making it seem to lengthen as he 
pulled it. "Kinda cool." Chuck opened his hand, making himself swell 
to fill his grip. Then he squeezed, and the shaft returned to its 
previous dimensions. "Chuck gets big, Chuck gets small, Chuck gets 
big, Chuck gets small."

"Very amusing."

Chuck lowered his voice to a deep rumble and bent one arm, swelling 
the bicep to enormity. "Chuck get big." With his other hand, he 
pulled a couple extra inches of length out of his prick and made 
himself swell to beercan thickness. "Mm. Chuck very big!"

Todd looked at the doctor and said, "He could go on like that for 
hours. Let's move on."

"Very well. On to our next experiment."


To be continued...

From: Aphex <aphex@tampabay.rr.com>
Subject: [MGS] STORY: "Supermen" Part 2

Supermen: Part 2
By Anonymous

"What next experiment?"

"Todd, have you noticed that neither you nor Chuck has had anything 
to eat or drink since this morning?"

"I'm not hungry," observed Chuck.

"Me, neither."

"Yes, well, perhaps I should be more precise. Both of you gentlemen 
have experienced phenomenal muscular development as well as an 
overall increase in size. Both of those occurrences normally take 
several months or years to manifest, and are driven by intakes in 
proteins, vitamins, minerals, etc."

"Yeah, and?"

The doctor's brow wrinkled. "Yet your growth has occurred seemingly 
without such fuel and, even now, having spent several minutes during 
which you both continually increased muscular mass, soft tissue 
development, follicle stimula..."

"Soft tissue huh?" Todd wagged his dick toward Chuck to better 
illustrate the doctor's point. "Oh," he said, and grinned.

"At any rate, I'm sure you see my point."

"We should be starving, for one thing."

"And we aren't," Chuck reiterated.

"And if we're not starving, we should be exhausted."

"Which," Chuck began before launching his new, improved form in a 
series of twirling vaults across the floor, spinning in the air at 
the last twirl before landing both feet on the ground, hands thrown 
upward perfectly displaying what several Olympic-grade gymnasts often 
dreamed they could do, "we aren't." He wasn't even breathing hard.

The doctor scribbled a few more notes. Todd asked, "Do you know why?"

"I don't know anything, Todd, but I have a theory."

The huge man crossed his arms over his chest while Chuck sauntered 
back towards them from the other side of the room, walking with a 
sleek, controlled grace as if ready to take-off on another series of 
impressive gymnastic skills any moment. "And that would be?"

"You have, in fact, been taking in one form of protein."

Todd's brow arched, but Chuck said, "Jizz."

Todd glanced over. "You have such a way with words." Chuck smiled, 
pursing his lips and kissing the air toward his friend. "Tease." They 
were standing side by side now, two mammoth specimens of perfect male 
form and power. Living statues of innate strength and physical 
capability, more beautiful by far than any other human the doctor 
could remember. "You are correct, Chuck. Either by absorption or 
direct ingestion in your case, both of you have had numerous intakes 
of your own and each other's sexual emissions."

"I wish you'd stop calling it that, doc. 'Emissions' sounds like I'm 
a car farting out cum from my tailpipe." Todd laughed slightly at his 
friend's picturesque comparison.

"Be that as it may, my theory posits that you are both receiving 
whatever nutrients and protein your bodies require through that 
absorption or ingestion. Further, I don't believe the digestive 
process is necessary for your bodies to make use of those nutrients, 
otherwise you would both need to relieve yourselves of waste, and I 
see no evidence that that's the case, either."

"You lost me again."

"Chuck, you need to learn to understand science-speak."

"Clue me in, then, Seymour. I ain't all smart-like and learn-ed like you is."

"Have you taken a piss lately?"

"Nope."

"Feel like you need to take one?"

"Nope."

"But when you consider you've had the equivalent of three meals in 
the past few hours..?"

The light dawned in Chuck's bright blue eyes. "Oh! So, we take it all 
in, and none comes out. Nothing is wasted."

The doctor nodded. "Such would seem to be the case."

"What's that mean?"

"Well, in a broader sense, and excuse me for being clinical again, 
but it would seem to mean that you are now completely 
self-sustaining. You no longer require intakes of outside sources of 
fuel, you are providing all that you need - perhaps even more than 
you need to live and grow - yourselves. Additionally, you are 
producing a perfect fuel with no waste product."

"And that's good?"

"What do you mean, Chuck?"

"I mean, I can still enjoy a nice steak dinner if I want to. My body 
doesn't depend on this super-cum, does it?"

"I should imagine it's an either-or proposition. However, there has 
been no decrease in the level of sexual pleasure derived from 
ejaculation, if I'm correct?"

Todd nodded vigorously. "If anything it keeps getting more intense. 
The last time I came it felt... I can't adequately describe it, 
doctor. But, no, I think it's safe to say that rather than a 
decrease, there's been a gradual increase with each time." Chuck 
nodded agreement.

"This may be your body's way of telling you what it desires. A reward 
of sorts, indicating a strong preference for this particular type of 
energy renewal."

"You can't mean it's going to keep getting better? My next orgasm 
might be more intense than my last one?"

The doctor shrugged. "Or it may only seem more intense. It's 
difficult to gauge sexual pleasure on any chart or graph." He tapped 
his head. "It's all up here, as much as we may believe it's all down 
there. And if it bothers you, in time you may be able to control even 
that level of..."

"Oh, it doesn't bother me at all, doc. Nope. Nuh uh. No."

"Yes, well, I was wondering if you gentlemen would assist me with 
another theory."

"Lead on, Doc."

The two men followed the doctor back toward the collection of weights 
at the end of the lab. Chuck was rubbing his hands together in 
anticipation of another round of pumping his muscles to full 
strength. Todd was merely smiling, his teeth glinting on the darkly 
tanned skin of his face. "Cool," said Chuck.

"My theory is this; I believe that in addition to possessing control 
over the appearance of your musculature, you also now possess control 
over its strength."

"Isn't that the same thing?"

"Normally, and with some exceptions, yes it is, Chuck. An increase in 
dimension equals an increase in strength, but you may also increase 
the size merely by pushing a muscle beyond its abilities, forcing a 
false growth that yields some additional strength but not 
commensurate with the increase in size."

Chuck looked at Todd for a translation. "Bodybuilders get huge, but 
sometimes hugeness doesn't equal strongness. You may find two guys 
who can do equal amounts of weight, but one might be physically 
bigger than the other because he's concentrating on size, not 
weight." Chuck nodded and the doctor continued.

"My theory is that just as you can, for lack of a better word, 
'imagine' your body to manifest different physical characteristics, 
changing the size and shape of your muscles and soft tissue..."

"My cock," corrected Chuck.

"...You should also be able to 'imagine' your muscles to be more 
powerful, more capable, without necessarily altering your physical 
appearance."

"So, if I wanted to, I could become stronger still but not swell up to..."

Then Chuck was swelling up.

Moving his arms outward, his chest began to bulge with thick fingers 
of muscle. The twin hemispheres burgeoned with increasing brawn, 
striations multiplying outward. His nipples stretched and expanded, 
staying perfectly round but growing to the size of silver dollars, 
then half-dollars. As his chest grew larger, they were pushed 
downward until the tips were pointing at the ground.

He glanced along his right arm as he bent it slightly and his bicep 
ballooned, then his tricep was inflating. Thick veins, like twisting 
ropes of power, vined along the muscles and increased their size even 
larger. He glanced left and the other arm swelled to match, expanding 
with obvious power, vascular and immense. The effect moved down his 
body, the smooth rippled muscle on his stomach inflating into 
cobblestones. They popped outward one after another, creating an 
eight-pack of incredibly defined strength.

Straightening his head, Chuck's neck turned into a display of corded 
power connecting to his distending shoulders. Todd watched the 
strands of muscle crawl across each other like snakes under the skin, 
swelling and multiplying until Chuck owned bowling balls of might. 
Then Chuck lifted his arms away from his gargantuan torso and his 
lats started to spread like wings, growing wider and thicker, opening 
like a cobra's hood from his back.

Chuck bent his head and watched as his legs joined in, enlarging to 
enormity, the muscles fighting each other for space under the skin. 
First his thighs began to amplify, swollen and huge with masses of 
muscle cut to perfection. More veins crawled beneath his skin to feed 
the monsters, then moved down as Chuck pivoted around to display the 
suddenly blooming diamonds on his calves. Chuck's ass looked like two 
smooth globes of condensed power, round and firm and high. His waist 
was impossibly thin for the width and size of his upper body. New 
muscle seemed to appear as if by magic across his back, bulges of 
force blossoming across his widening expanse.

Bigger and bigger, the muscle was filling out in broadening masses 
everywhere. He turned to face them again, displaying a chest that 
looked like it couldn't possibly grow larger even as it did. Fat 
strands of strength seemed to split and multiply, every striation of 
muscle testing its own upper limit in size.

He stood there a moment, looking nearly musclebound, and his 
phenomenal growth slowed and finally stopped. "How does that feel?" 
Todd asked, looking at probably the most muscular man anyone had ever 
seen.

Chuck's voice was another octave lower, as if it was living inside 
the cavern of his chest and gained volume and strength from so deep 
and wide an enclosure. "Fantastic, actually. Feels like I'm filled 
with strength beyond strength. Todd, you gotta try this."

"Make a muscle," Todd instructed.

Chuck grinned, showing a smile of perfect white teeth. Spreading his 
arms wide, tensing the consummate strength inhabiting his every inch, 
he asked, "Which one?" Ripples of suddenly swelling growth displayed 
along his body as Chuck showed the control he held over this newly 
muscled form.

"Start with an arm and work down," smirked his friend. "I just want 
to see if, now that you're so huge, you're still as flexible. 
Wouldn't do to get too big to move."

Chuck bent his arm and a football of power grew higher and thicker, 
then the head of the muscle split before reaching its ultimate flex, 
towering huge and full on his upper arm. His tricep's growth 
displayed the same incredible development, so that Chuck's arm was as 
big - or bigger - than his head. The muscle along his shoulder looked 
like a pack of eels, thickly corded and engorged with might. He 
smiled broadly, bending and unbending the arm to flex and swell the 
muscles. He bent both arms into a double-bi, his smile growing 
brighter as he both felt and saw the enormity of his strength.

"No problems?" asked Todd.

"Problems?" thundered Chuck.

"Nothing stiff, everything still smooth and flexible?"

Chuck laughed slightly. "Stiff? You mean like..." And his cock began 
to swell and lengthen, reaching erection with the same suddenness 
that he'd grown his muscles. The head reached up and up, crawling 
along the hard, rippled contours of his belly.

"You know what I mean, Chuck."

The other man smiled and nodded, reaching his arms above his head and 
proceeding to very slowly bend himself over backwards. The new size 
and shape of his muscles responded with effortless fluidity, aiding 
this seemingly unachievable maneuver by adjusting themselves to 
support the weight of Chuck's upper body as his torso bowed back.

Todd and the doctor witnessed Chuck's amazing exhibit of strength and 
flexibility. Chuck was bending in two with impossible slowness and no 
hint of strain. It appeared as if the man's spine was made of rubber. 
But the way in which the muscles flexed and extended, bulged and 
stretched, showed exactly how much control he had over his body.

"Wow," said Todd, "that looks painful."

Chuck moved all the way over, placing his hands on the floor and 
lifting his legs over his head in the same slow, achingly graceful 
move until he was balanced on his hands, the muscles of his upper 
body swollen with power. "It really isn't, though," he said, a look 
of wonder on his face at his own accomplishment. Then he pushed off 
the floor to land on his feet, and he was deflating again, his body 
returning to its relatively smaller size.

The doctor paused as he wrote a few notes, then said, simply, "Yes."

Chuck looked at Todd. "It's nice to have choices in life."

"Isn't it?"

"You gotta give that a try, Todd. It's an amazing feeling to be so 
big, to feel that powerful."

With no more than a simple raise of his eyebrows, Todd followed 
Chuck's advice and began to swell with new strength.

"There's one thing, though," he remarked as he lifted his arms and 
watched them inflate, observing the branches of vascular development 
creep over the new growth. "I've never found all those veins very... 
aesthetically pleasing."

"Gotta feed the monster somehow, Todd."

"Maybe." The growth moved across his chest, which bloomed with sudden 
muscle. Thick cords of power stretching out from the center like 
hands under his copper skin. "But maybe you were concentrating on 
only the size and not the..." And rather than voice what he meant, he 
demonstrated his meaning as the thick globes of power seemed to 
refine themselves until the veins were gone and only the striated 
muscle remained.

As his size and strength increased, the new bulges swelling across 
his body, they each started out with a sudden engorging of the 
muscle, with networks of thick veins suddenly swelling into existence 
to push the muscle growth higher and harder and larger, then the 
muscle seemed to absorb the veins and perfect itself. "Impressive," 
said Chuck, though whether he meant the control or Todd's appearance 
he didn't say.

The process continued as Todd watched himself grow into a new, vastly 
more muscular body and then polished each bulging mass to smooth 
perfection. He took time to see that the muscles developed in 
symmetry to each other, so that his thighs were the same size, had 
the same amount of muscle arranged in the same way. His arms had 
balanced amounts of muscle, swollen huge and smooth and flawless. The 
twin globes of his chest were identical displays of hard strength. 
Even the round firmness of one buttock matched the curved beauty of 
the other. The doctor was scribbling notes as he watched Todd take 
full control of his musculature, amazed as he watched the very muscle 
seem to re-arrange at times to conform to Todd's wishes.

Finally, Todd moved his hands down his body and as they passed over 
the contours of his swollen frame, the final adjustments manifested 
beneath his touch. Where he felt non-conformities before he touched 
them, after his hand passed they were flawless. It seemed to Chuck as 
if Todd's hand held magic. He watched his friend's form transform 
from that of your average incredibly beautiful bodybuilder with 
masses of hard muscle and thick vascularity to one that was nothing 
short of perfection.

"There," Todd said at last, straightening to his full height with his 
arms outstretched, "what do you think?"

Chuck bent his arm, causing his bicep to swell into a small ball of 
striated power, and rubbed his chin, his gaze scanning Todd's 
flawless physique up and down before he snapped his fingers and said, 
"I got it! You know what you look like?"

Todd looked down at himself and then shrugged. His shoulders bunched 
and swelled like newly formed mountains.

"You look like a comic book hero. Know what I mean? They're always 
drawn in that sort of idealized powerful precision, where every 
muscle is sculpted and flexed. I mean, you never see real people, 
even bodybuilders and muscle beach freaks, who look like that. But 
you..." He wandered full circle around his friend, taking in every 
sculpted angle, every perfected curve and powerful prominence, 
marveling at Todd's physique, its suggestion of absolute power 
coupled with absolute beauty, and said, "you're the real deal."

"So, I'm all Superman and Batman and X Men and shit?"

"Dude, you are so Superman you'd make Lois cream her panties. Hell, 
I'm ready to get stiff just looking at you!" He wandered over and ran 
his hand across Todd's chiseled torso, moving his touch over the 
smooth, hard muscles of his friend's chest, then down to the symmetry 
of his abdominals, then further down where a fine, thin trail of dark 
hair started from his navel and lead downward, spreading into a thick 
triangular bush of pubes that capped the thick, flawless shaft of 
Todd's amazing cock, now as perfected as any other part of his form, 
hanging perfectly straight over perfectly round balls, also perfectly 
balanced in size and shape and appearance, all leading down to a 
thick-lipped helmet in perfect proportion to everything else. "I'm 
not sure even old Clarkie has one of these, though." He lifted his 
friend's prick into his hand, feeling its weight and mass. It seemed 
just as firm and powerful as the muscles on Todd's improved body. 
"You could be a sculptor." He squeezed Todd's manhood slightly, 
making his friend rise up on tiptoe for a moment before Chuck let his 
cock fall back between his thighs where it slapped against the hard 
muscle before hanging in thick perfection, dangling straight as an 
arrow and fourteen inches long.

Todd smiled. "Thanks, man." Then his body started to transform back 
into the less muscled, athletic form that Todd had adopted. He 
checked himself out to see that the symmetry he'd accomplished in his 
larger self remained in his normal dimensions and turned to the 
doctor. "Before we got all bodybuilder, you were saying that size 
isn't necessarily a factor in our increased strength but that it 
should work just the same. I just wish I'm stronger and I am?"

"More or less. You're the better judge than I." And he motioned to the weights.

Todd shrugged, leaned down, grabbed a bar in his right hand with what 
looked to be a rather impressive amount of steel mounted on it, 
thought to himself, 'I can lift that easily,' and after a slow start, 
he did. His body did not fully ignore its growth capabilities, 
however, and as Chuck and the doctor watched, they could see new 
muscle manifest as Todd's body lifted the weight, adjusting its 
strength capacities by increasing its muscle mass to counteract the 
demand. Todd seemed unaware of it.

"Hmm," he said, shoving the bending bar above his head, slowly at 
first and then with increasing ease as his muscles compensated for 
positioning, those no longer needed for lifting off the floor 
decreasing while those needed to lift above the head increasing. The 
shifting of Todd's muscular development made Chuck slightly uneasy. 
"How much am I lifting?" There was no strain in his voice at all.

"Uh, it's hard to tell when the weights are flying around like that, bro."

"Oh, yeah." He set them down and bent to check for himself. If he was 
aware that his body's muscle was deflating as he released the weight. 
"Whoa," he said quietly.

"What's the verdict?"

"I just dead-lifted 1,600 lbs. In one hand. Over my head."

Chuck nodded. "Several times. Uh, were you aware how weird your body 
was acting?"

"Weird?"

The doctor interjected, "Not under the circumstances. Perhaps it's a 
question of control and growing awareness of your new bodies." Todd 
looked worried, so the doctor comforted him. "In reality, your body 
was reacting naturally."

"Naturally being a relative term in our case, I guess."

"Right, Chuck. Todd, your muscles did compensate for the increased 
demand you set on them, but I do not think you were in control of 
your body."

"Control of it? I just did what you asked. I imagined I could lift 
the weight, and then I could."

"I should have been more precise, then. As you lifted that bar, your 
muscles were enlarging and adjusting to help your frame manage the 
burden. They were visually stimulated to growth as they were needed 
and receded when they were not."

"So, I was all..." "Bulgey," clarified Chuck. "It was weird looking, 
man! Your shoulder would suddenly get all huge, then your leg, then 
both legs, then just one again. It was all happening really quickly 
and I suppose it was pretty cool, but it looked... weird. I mean, 
parts of it looked really cool! When you first started, you could 
just see your muscle swell huge! It was like the biggest, baddest 
pump anyone ever did! But as you moved, one muscle would deflate, or 
quiver, and another would suddenly get swollen, maybe just this weird 
finger of muscle...."

"I get you. So, instead of me being aware of what I was doing, I was 
just letting my body do its thing. I need to be in control of how I'm 
using my strength, get more in touch with my body."

"Exactly."

"Let me give that another try." Todd looked around and found another 
barbell, this one loaded with even more steel. He told himself, 
'Okay, Todd. Feel your muscle, feel the weight, control it, master 
it, use it.' He set his left hand, this time, in the center of the 
bar and started more slowly, pulling against the weight and feeling 
where his body was stressing, feeling the rush of strain and relief 
through his muscles, closing his eyes to concentrate on the messages 
his body was sending and sending his own messages back. Tighten that 
muscle, make it stronger, not bigger. Harder, harder still. Pull 
there, bend there, more strength, flex, release.

When Chuck let out a small, "Whoa," Todd opened his eyes. What Chuck 
and the doctor saw was a fully-flexed Todd holding a bending bar of 
incredible weight over his head. Todd started to pump the weight, 
feeling the power and strength flowing into his arm and shoulder, 
across his back and chest, through his legs to support it all. But it 
was all so easy, the weight not straining him at all.

"Better?" he asked. He was smiling. He already knew the answer.

"Much, buddy." Chuck was now smiling, too, maybe because he was 
watching what he himself could accomplish. "The muscles were still 
reacting, but more, uh, normally I guess is the word. Not these 
wildass bulges popping out everywhere. You were just... managing the 
weight." Chuck looked his friend up and down, marveling at the 
display of raw power, the beauty of his form, the way his muscles 
moved under the skin as he flexed and pumped. "How'd it feel?"

Todd set the weight down, straightening and stretching. "Really nice."

"Make a muscle for me." Todd bent the arm that had been performing 
beyond normal human capability and Chuck tested the density of the 
perfect ball of muscle that swelled into existence. "Hard as steel."

"Well," concluded Todd, "that's handy."

Chuck looked at the doctor, saying, "But there must be some upper 
limit to that. Human muscle tissue isn't steel. How can we do this?"

"Why are you always questioning the good stuff, Chuck? Shit, it turns 
out we can lift thousands of pounds with the ease of lifting a sack 
of flour and you go all logical on me."

"Practical as well as logical, Todd. Chuck has a valid question. 
Unfortunately, I don't have an answer. This is all new territory for 
me. Since the exchange, I've seen none of these manifestations of 
physical prowess before in any previous test subjects."

"The monkeys, you mean."

"True, you are the first humans to take the serum. Unfortunately, 
that also means that from here on..."

"From here on you don't know what will happen to us."

"Not precisely. But it won't be completely unknown territory."

"So, this could all be temporary? I could wake up tomorrow and be 
plain ol' Chuck again, the dumpy white guy?" He was looking down at 
his new body as if to burn its contours into his memory.

"No, that will not happen. As I said, there has been an alteration to 
your DNA, the basic structure of your body. It could only be changed 
with some sort of anti-serum, and there isn't one."

Chuck sighed with relief. "Cool."

"But what else might happen, doctor?" Todd started to pace, rubbing a 
hand through his cascade of midnight hair. "I mean, you don't know, 
right? We could burn ourselves out or something. What if my heart 
can't take the strain? What if the orgasmic pleasure becomes so 
intense I get addicted to it? I mean, if I wanted to, I could just 
start cumming and not stop."

"Can we?" Chuck seemed very interested in that.

As if to illustrate, Todd turned, grabbed his suddenly erect cock, 
let his balls swell until they hung a good 8 inches and started 
fountaining a stream of incandescent white jizm, hurling his powerful 
seed across the room in an unending torrent that seemed to go on and 
on. Chuck's jaw dropped and the doctor was watching Todd's balls as 
they seemed to slowly pulse, shrinking slightly as he released the 
sperm and then swelling larger again, replenished with more and more.

The pool of thick, white cream spread and splashed against the wall. 
Todd was breathing in slow, steady gasps. He wasn't stroking himself 
or doing anything to bring forth this flood of cum other than to 
point his cock away from the other two men and continue to jet. He 
could feel the tingling orgasmic rush of pleasure along the length of 
his prick, as if it were sheathed in it. Cascades of gratification 
surrounded it, infused it. But something was different.

"Okay, Todd, we get the point."

"Hmm," answered Todd.

"Hmm?" asked Chuck.

The flow stopped. "Well, that was a disappointment." He flicked the 
last thick droplet off the tip of his prodigious instrument.

"What, that didn't feel good?" Chuck wandered closer to his friend, 
his gaze looking over at the spreading pool of white on the floor 
tiles.

"No, it felt good. Not great, just good."

"Not great?"

Todd shook his head. "Just good. Like when you're stroking yourself 
toward orgasm, that kind of constant stimulation, but not like the 
point of orgasm."

"That screaming, mind-numbing pleasure that shakes you from your head 
to your toes, filling you with complete bliss and gratification."

"Right. Not that."

"Hmm. Well, it was mighty impressive, nonetheless." He glanced down, 
patting Todd's glistening helmet fondly. "You can turn that off now, 
big guy."

"Oh. Yes." And it resumed its flaccid state, hanging between his 
thighs like a dangling pendulum, 12 inches long and thick as a tree 
branch. He looked over at the flood of his semen. "I suppose I should 
clean that up."

Chuck looked over. "Allow me." Then the golden god wandered toward 
the pool, walked to the center and waited to absorb the essence, 
re-energizing himself in the process.

But nothing happened.

Chuck lifted one foot and watched strings of thick white cum drip 
off. "What's up with that?"

Todd looked at the doctor, who was writing things down, and said, 
"Doc? You have an explanation for that?"

"Hmm? What?"

"It's not working," complained Chuck.

"What's not? Working? Oh. Well, of course not. That is only one part 
of the formula, of course."

"Huh?"

Todd thunked his forehead with the palm of his hand. "The lube junk."

Chuck nodded. "Oh, yeah. I forgot." Then he simply lifted his prick 
like a hose and let loose, watching as a flow of his own clear fluid 
began to intermingle with Todd's puddle on the floor around his feet. 
"There sure is a lot of it."

"Thank you," said Todd.

Chuck grinned in spite of himself. "Look at me, I'm a lawn 
sprinkler." He shook his cock like a hose, spraying the syrupy 
lubricant all around the white cream. After a few moments there 
seemed to be equal parts of Todd's seed and Chuck's precum and the 
process started working. Chuck reached down and coated himself with 
the stuff until his body glistened as if coated with honey. "Why 
don't you join me, Todd? There's plenty to go around, thanks to you."

Todd rubbed his hands together, dashed toward the puddle and fell to 
his knees, spreading it all over himself. "I was feeling a bit 
peckish." He spread the fluid over his rippled belly and under his 
arms, rubbing some on his face as well. "Is it just me, or is this 
getting less weird every time it happens?"

"It's just you, Todd. This is fucking insane."

After another few moments, they'd absorbed all the spunk and stood 
next to each other, feeling immensely satisfied and incredibly 
powerful. "Wow," observed Chuck, "that was an especially good load." 
He was moving his hand across the split head of his bicep. It was 
tight and hard under his glowing skin. "It's like all that power you 
built up in the dead lifts was in there, and now it's all soaked 
inside."

"Yeah, it was. I feel..." Todd looked over at Chuck's sun-kissed 
features, his lips full and sensuous, his bright eyes the color of a 
Caribbean bay. Reaching over, he cupped the other man's chin in his 
hand, pulling his lips to his own and kissed him softly, warmly. 
Chuck pulled back slightly, and then leaned into the kiss, pushing 
his tongue into Todd's mouth, his fingers crawling into his friend's 
luxuriant head of blue-black hair. It was cool and as soft as silk. 
His other hand reached down and behind, his touch moving over the 
smooth muscles of the man's back until it reached his ass, and he 
grabbed a handful and squeezed meaningfully.

Todd gasped, then redoubled the kiss, twisting his head to fully 
engage Chuck's mouth, welcoming and teasing the other tongue with his 
own. One of his hands found its way behind Chuck's head, and he 
pulled the man into his embrace, a thrill of erotic pain emanating 
from where Chuck was kneading his butt cheek and echoing through his 
loins and belly. His other hand was caressing Chuck's well- muscled 
chest, his fingers brushing against the man's erect nipple before 
pinching and twisting it, feeling the result against his thigh when 
Chuck's prick suddenly twitched and shoved against him. He felt the 
warmth of it grow into heat, felt it begin to lengthen against him. 
He released a deep growl of pleasure in his throat, kissing his 
friend's open mouth, sucking his tongue, nibbling his lower lip.

Todd felt his own growing appendage rubbing itself against Chuck's, 
shaft to shaft. Thick tangles of erotic bliss erupted as their cocks 
touched, shooting quicksilver shocks of pleasure through both men as 
if they were of opposite charges and their pricks were shooting 
sparks when they met. He rubbed himself against his friend, moving 
his hips to increase the cock-to-cock friction. He could feel their 
abdominals meeting, his own smooth rippled power rubbing across 
Chuck's muscular belly. He moved his hand off Chuck's chest and down, 
his palm against his friend's sweat slick skin until his fingertips 
found the soft curls of the crown of pubic hair above Chuck's amazing 
prick. It was soft and warm, and his dug his nails against the flesh 
and scratched, causing his friend's manhood to wag ponderously.

Chuck laughed slightly into their kiss, moving his hand off Todd's 
ass to find his cock instead. He moved his palm beneath his own prick 
and filled his cupped hand with clear, thick lubricant, applying this 
slick grip to Todd's enflamed cock and began to stroke him slowly, 
feeling his friend expand under his touch.

The doctor was too busy entering his notes into the computer system 
to pay much attention to what the two men were doing, not that he 
would probably do much more than take more notes and ask some 
inappropriately timed questions.

Todd sucked in a shuddering breath, and said softly, "Get big for 
me." He brushed his lips against Chuck's. "Like before," he 
whispered, "get huge, wild, make your muscles grow."

Chuck moved his mouth to Todd's ear. "Did that get you hot?"

"Yes." Todd licked Chuck's lobe, he kissed his neck. "Hell, yes."

"Touch me." Chuck lifted his right arm, and Todd's moved his hand 
upon his friend's bicep. "Make it happen," Chuck instructed, and as 
Todd moved his hand across his arm, the bicep began to swell with 
muscle and power as if Todd's stroking were making it grow. As if 
Chuck's whole arm was a prick. "Can you feel me?"

"Yes," Todd said. His teeth clenched as Chuck's hand stroked his 
burgeoning cock, running his tightening grip the entire length of his 
shaft and rubbing his thumb under the ridged head.

"I can feel you, too." Todd moved his hand over his friend's arm, 
magically creating bulging power wherever it traveled. Chuck bent his 
arm, making the muscles inflate obscenely. "Make me huge."

Todd pressed his hands to Chuck's chest and felt the fibers of his 
muscle begin to expand. The perfection of Chuck's twin hemispheres 
grew larger and larger, then his nipples followed suit, growing huge. 
Todd rubbed the heals of his hands across Chuck's erect dollar-sized 
nipples, then moved his hands down to feel Chuck's rock-hard abs 
enlarge against his touch.

Chuck felt Todd's hands leave his body for a moment, then felt the 
slightest featherlike touch along his lats and obliged his friend's 
desires, flaring and expanding his back. He could feel his body 
growing ever larger, ever more powerful, his muscles swelling with 
overwhelming strength.

Todd closed his eyes, running his hands along Chuck's hard, muscled 
form. The man's body was slick with sweat, his skin smooth and soft, 
like velvet over marble. He felt a trickle of his own sweat along his 
back, winding its way down and between his butt cheeks. He arched his 
neck as Chuck's hand job took on new emphasis, and he allowed his own 
cock to swell larger against Chuck's grip, blooming the head like a 
mushroom. His flow of lube was coming now steady and thick. He could 
feel the warmth trickle down his legs.

Opening his eyes, he gazed at the mammoth display of muscled power 
before him. Chuck's body was swollen huge with brawn. 'Shredded' 
wouldn't even begin to describe how he looked. Each muscle was pumped 
full and high and hard, seeming ready to burst through the skin 
altogether. Chuck's heavy arm stroked Todd's huge erection with 
steady, firm caresses. Todd's clear lube was mingling with Chuck's 
flow, the muscle man's stiff erection standing twin to his own, 
rubbing itself between their bodies creating a slick of the clear 
honey covering their silken skin. Todd could feel Chuck's intense 
heat, as if his friend's prick was on fire from within.

He could feel Chuck's hot breath in his ear. "Do it for me," he 
whispered hoarsely, "make yourself Superman. I want to feel 
Superman's strength here against mine. I want to feel your muscles, 
your power, your perfection."

Then Todd was growing, allowing himself to grow. His shoulders were 
swelling with brawn. His chest bulging against Chuck's own immensity. 
He could feel his strength magnifying moment by moment. He felt the 
hard might of his growing power as his body obeyed his wishes, felt 
the swelling strength as his form changed into the muscled perfection 
he'd sculpted from his own flesh. It was as if his body remembered 
that shape, the flawless lines, the perfect symmetry. He was 
returning to a familiar suit of clothes, feeling an erotic charge of 
an intensity that matched the electric surge of power and muscle he 
could feel everywhere.

Then there were two men there in the lab, two men of unequalled size 
and strength and beauty. One, a blonde bodybuilder whose muscles 
seemed too big for his skin. His form was strength incarnate, with 
thick veins of hot blood feeding his unstoppable might. The 
striations of his power were deep and hard.

The other was a man of perfected power, a man no less swollen with 
strength but whose body was smoothly sculpted, brawn carved from 
curves that flexed and bulged in a beautiful dance of skin and 
muscle. Where one appeared nothing but raw and carnal power, the 
other was beauty and strength married in perfect harmony.

They both gleamed like polished bronze, their bodies coated with 
their mingled lubricant which flowed more and more abundantly from 
twin pricks swollen huge and hard and hungry for release. Chuck was 
kissing Todd's mouth hungrily, sucking on his tongue then plunging 
his own inside. "Fuck me," he pleaded. "I want to feel you inside me. 
I want you inside. All of you. It's what I wanted when I first saw 
you this morning. It's all I want now."

Todd said nothing. The men disengaged their caress and Chuck turned 
around, pushing his ass against Todd's monster. "Fuck me," Chuck said 
again, his back swaying slightly away as Todd grabbed his friend's 
hips and moved himself lower. Chuck could feel Todd's warm flow of 
lube glazing the expanse of his back as he bent over. It felt like 
the guy was pouring a can of motor oil over him. Concentrated 
drizzles fell off the thick wings of his lats and crawled under, 
clinging to the hard bulges of his belly muscles.

Todd moved the tip of his helmet to kiss the lips of Chuck's ass. It 
seemed much too small to take his huge girth, but he was too far lost 
in the erotic thrill of Chuck's desire. He could feel a want inside 
himself, to master this hunk of supreme power in front of him. He was 
turned on by the sight of so much powerful muscle, so much hard 
strength, and he moved himself forward against Chuck's asshole, 
slowly moving his inches inside. And it was as if Chuck was welcoming 
him, he could feel his friend's hole opening to swallow him, and then 
firming up around him. Chuck tensed up at first, feeling Todd's 
hugeness entering his virgin hole. Then his muscular control kicked 
in, helping Chuck adjust to the new sensations, feeling Todd inside 
and helping him dig deeper.

Chuck didn't care if he was ripped open, if Todd's monster shoved so 
far inside him he was torn in half. He wanted to feel that huge, 
perfect dick in him, shoved inside all the way. But Todd only pushed 
himself if a couple of inches before pulling back out.

Todd's flow of lubricant was steady and thick, and it was working 
just as promised. It felt so tight inside Chuck, it felt so right and 
so good. But he wanted to savor this, he didn't want to cum yet. So 
he started slowly, so achingly slowly, moving in a few inches, then 
withdrawing. His lube was readying the trail, and he pushed himself 
in again, slowly, very slowly, moving the head and then the start of 
the shaft up his friend's begging ass.

Chuck moaned. He could feel Todd inside, feel him moving deeper and 
deeper, he wanted so much to be filled, then Todd was withdrawing 
again, just as slowly, just as deliberately. It was torture.

Todd was smiling, lost in a bliss he did not expect. There was 
something else happening, something beyond sexual pleasure as he 
connected with Chuck. It was even better than being sucked off. And 
then he was moving inside again, moving his hips forward, tensing his 
ass.

Chuck was in a frenzy of ecstasy. This was more than he had hoped, 
more satisfying by far than jerking off. He could feel his load 
building, a heavy burden of his seed filling his nuts as Todd 
continued to leisurely buttfuck him. There was a sudden, thunderous 
eruption of bliss when Todd connected with Chuck's prostate. It was 
as if he'd been plugged into heaven, he could feel himself filled 
with pleasure beyond anything he'd felt before.

Todd felt it, too. Just as he connected there, a rush of orgasmic 
bliss ran through his being. He rubbed himself against Chuck, then 
let himself swell slightly inside, his cock expanding like a balloon. 
Chuck swallowed hard and a gush of his lube spurted out as if he was 
cumming, but he wouldn't allow that yet. His balls were hanging fat 
and lush with his load, stretching to hold the enormity of his 
pleasure. He reached under and started stroking his meat, his 
pleasure redoubled. His cock felt as hard as iron, as hot as molten 
steel.

And Todd began to pull out again, but halfway there he suddenly 
thrust himself more fully forward. A foot of his thick cock shoved 
itself inside, and both men shook with ecstatic bliss. Finally, Todd 
began fucking Chuck's ass in earnest, shoving himself harder and 
harder into his friend, melding with him.

Chuck was having trouble holding himself back. God, it felt so good. 
So incredible. He was swimming in ecstasy, drowning in the pleasure 
of their joining. His balls were hanging lower and lower, swollen 
ever larger with spunk.

Todd's nuts were churning in their sack, and he could feel the wall 
between himself and orgasmic release growing thinner and thinner. His 
lube was gushing now, pouring out of Chuck's ass even as it 
heightened his pleasure. He grew larger inside, swelling with power 
and joy.

When they finally came, they came together. Chuck's load blasted out 
of him as Todd's load blasted into him. The thick warmth suffused him 
utterly, as if Todd's strength was flooding his guts. There was so 
much that it flooded backwards, too, as Todd came and came, emptying 
his balls into Chuck's ass.

Chuck's flood came like a hydrant on a summer day. A gushing torrent 
of white cream spraying hard and full. They came together and stopped 
together, as Todd withdrew from his friend's tight butt and collapsed 
over him, throwing his arms around Chuck's rippling torso and 
laughing with unfettered happiness.

"Oh, good God, that was amazing!" He was grinning broadly, lost in a 
haze of orgasmic afterburn.

Chuck fell to his hands and knees, then rolled onto his back. Todd 
slid around his friend's body so that they ended up lying one atop 
the other in a huge puddle of their combined fluids, slick and hot 
all around them.

For the fourth time that day, the new men started to absorb the 
powerful juices they produced. There was so much of it this time, 
they began to feel giddy with the power pulsing through them as they 
metabolized the proteins and body- changing substances contained in 
the pools of milky fluid.

The doctor, though not unaware of what had been occurring between the 
two friends, had been nonetheless occupied with an extended period of 
notations and examinations of the new wealth of data he'd been 
observing. As he watched his two subjects adsorb the latest 
manifestations of the changes their bodies had gone through, he 
wondered what further changes could occur. Already, the two men had 
seemingly complete control of their bodies' forms and capabilities, 
with only the skeletal structure so far unaffected. The physical 
muscular growth as well as the increases in strength, flexibility, 
stamina and libido - some of which also controllable by each man at 
will - confounded him. There was either something unique in Todd's 
chemistry before the serum to cause such an unusual and unexpected 
manifestation of unknown human capabilities, or it was simply a side 
effect of the injection and human DNA.

Unfortunately, Chuck's similar manifestations were inconclusive, 
since his introduction to the new capabilities was as a result of his 
exposure to Todd's discharge. Perhaps Chuck's immediate development 
was a clue to the reasons. Todd's change had occurred gradually, as 
he slept. Chuck's was almost violent in its suddenness. That might 
point again to something in Todd's personal chemistry and DNA 
signature.

Then again, it might not.

One method of discovery would be to subject a new volunteer to 
exposure to the transforming fluid. But the only available 
volunteer... was himself.

The doctor was 45 years old, but that made him 22 years older than 
Todd, and although he didn't have Chuck's personal information 
available, he assumed he was about Todd's age.

What would happen to his own body if he undertook the transformation? 
He still had the original serum, as well as Samples of each man's 
clear, lubricating power-fluid and subsequent sperm. He could also 
get new Samples of the their recent discharge and re-test for changes 
and new manifestations. He had observed that only after the 
co-mingling of the fluids, Todd's sperm with Chuck's lubricant, were 
the men able to change their body structure and augment their 
strength. What change had occurred to cause that? And had any new 
capabilities manifested now that their fluids were being so totally 
intermingled - and might not that very chemical reaction be the 
reason for the men's seemingly inexhaustible sexual appetites and 
sudden homosexual actions where neither, as far as he knew, had shown 
any desire in that arena before? Perhaps the drives manifest as part 
of the process in order to complete. That might also explain Chuck's 
early reaction to Todd when they first met, even before any exchange 
had taken place!

So many unanswered questions.

But perhaps he could find some answers himself.

He watched as the men soaked up the last of the recent emissions, 
wondering anew how the body was absorbing the fluids directly. He 
observed how the men stood, how they acted toward each other now, how 
each seemed to grow increasingly comfortable with what was happening. 
Chuck, in particular, seemed to be acting in a sort of subordinate 
role, performing fellatio on Todd, then asking for the anal sex 
rather asking to perform it. And if Todd was in a dominating role, he 
did not appear to know it. In fact, Chuck had been the instigator of 
every sexual act. If the theory of manifestation of co-ejaculation 
via sexual activity to achieve optimal serum capabilities was 
correct, it would make sense that Chuck, as receptor, would more 
fully desire for the process to continue.

Or maybe it was just that he was a closet homosexual all along, anyway.

"Gentlemen," he said, "would you come here a moment?"

The men wandered to where the doctor sat at his terminals, lines of 
data flashing across the various screens. "More tests, Doc?" Chuck 
was smiling. His body was glowing with health and vitality.

"Don't know if your needles can pierce this cheek anymore, though," 
added Todd, slapping his sculpted ass loudly.

"Not at the moment, no. But I would like to hear you opinion on a proposal."

"Shoot, Doc."

The doctor looked both figures up and down, inwardly marveling at 
their innate beauty and obvious capacities. "I am considering joining 
you in this experiment."

"Really Doc?"

Chuck looked at Todd and then down at the little man in the chair. 
"Hell, I was wondering what you were waiting for. I mean, given the 
chance to experience what I've been feeling..."

"And whom," added Todd, jabbing an elbow into his friend's side jokingly.

"...I can't think of a single reason not to!"

"Hey, weren't you the guy complaining about his dick size and other 
little hassles a couple of hours ago."

"That was before the auto-adjustments kicked in, dude. Now," he said, 
pausing to straighten and play with his growth capabilities, showing 
an increasing control and finesse over how finely he could tune his 
parts by lengthening his cock into his cupped hand, allowing himself 
to swell to enormity, and then shrink himself to such a degree that 
he looked almost sexless before flopping his big prick back to its 
original, augmented size, "I got nothing but good things to say."

"Have either of you noticed any new capabilities following the last 
two absorption periods?"

"Say what?"

Todd sighed. "You may be physical perfection, but we need to do 
something with your gray matter."

"You really think I'm perfect?"

"Shut up. What he's asking is we just stewed in our own juices a 
couple more times. Once after I showed you what a fireman with an 
unending supply of cum looks like, and just now after I shagged you 
into next Tuesday."

"Is that what 'shagging' is?"

"Yes, Chuck. You've been royally shagged."

"Mm hmm. And you're next, buddy boy."

"Gentlemen, to my question?"

"We keep discovering these things by accident."

"Yeah, Doc. I've been too busy getting ass fucked to try anything 
new. And, I mean, what more could there possibly be?"

Todd reflected a moment, and then said, "Why do you ask? Should there 
be new stuff happening?"

"As I mentioned, I just don't know what might happen, now. But 
perhaps you're unaware that each new capability has followed a 
different combination of fluids. Todd's original development was as a 
result of the serum injection, then he had a refinement of his new 
body after absorbing his own discharge." "Clinically put, but 
correct," agreed Todd.

"Then you ladled a heaping helping of Todd's spunk on little old 
unsuspecting me, and I turned into Freakazoid before diving into my 
own cum flood and turning into Todd part 2."

"Yes. Then each of you masturbated to another ejaculation, followed 
by a third immersion which augmented your strength significantly."

"And the body changing thing?"

"That happened after you experienced each other's fluids, Chuck. 
After you gentlemen exchanged your discharge, it apparently 
drastically altered the subsequent biological enhancements." "After I 
sucked your dick, I think he means."

"Yes, Chuck. I remember."

"Then there was another exchange where Chuck mingled his lubricant 
with your sperm. Your 'fireman' reference I believe, Todd. After 
that, you almost immediately fell into a sexual coupling."

"Yeah, I have to admit that after I swam through our mixed drink, so 
to speak, I wanted you bad, Todd."

Todd nodded an agreement. "And you got me." They both grinned. "And 
have you gentlemen noticed that your previously voiced aversion to 
homosexual encounters has disappeared?"

Chuck shrugged, "If it feels good..."

"Do it," finished Todd. "And it does feel damned good."

"Uh huh, Todd."

"Do you both still also find hetero sex enticing?"

Chuck was erect so fast it wasn't funny. His cock knocked a tray of 
measuring instruments off the table. "I guess that answers that 
question," remarked Todd, but he was absently fondling his own prick 
as he said it.

"Sex," concluded Chuck, "is great."

"Do you feel you could engage in another round with each other 
immediately?" The men looked at each other. Chuck's erection did not 
abate, and Todd looked like he was on the verge of building his own 
stiff manhood in a second. "I see."

Todd shook his head, "But you were saying something about new capabilities?"

"And how you wanted to join the club?"

"Yes, and possibly. More to answer my own questions than anything else."

"But this feels so fucking great!" Chuck flexed his new muscles to 
bulging glory, sprouting a carpet of midnight curls across his chest 
and a sudden two- day growth of beard on his chiseled chin. His skin 
darkened to a Mediterranean hue and his powerful legs became covered 
with a fine forest of fur. His balls dangled with full ripeness and 
his eyes turned sea green. "Show him, Todd!"

"He's seen it."

"Show him anyway. You know you want to."

Todd's dick suddenly swelled, the shaft expanding thick and firm. 
Veins appeared on his groin and pelvis leading onto his cock where 
they grew thick. His dark mane of curls turned to golden cascades as 
his chest and arms bulged with new brawn. His nipples distended and 
darkened to copper. His abs burst with rippled glory, his waist 
tightening to 28 inches and his ass rode up and rounded itself. "It 
is pretty cool, Doc." His voice rolled like the ocean, a deep smooth 
rumble.

"Undoubtedly."

"How do you want it?"

"Pardon me?"

Chuck hefted his engorged member toward the doctor. "You want my lube 
and his sperm? You want it the other way around? Or you want the full 
treatment?"

"Full..?"

"All of mine and all of Todd's."

"I..."

A ball of clear honey appeared at the tip of Chuck's cock. "Just say when."

"You should probably get out of your clothes first, Doc. We saw what 
happened to Chuck, here. And we've been through a few refinements of 
the power juice. No telling what'll happen - or how fast." Todd was 
now holding his own hard prick, and a similar bubble of lube appeared 
from its eye.

"Just a moment, gentlemen..."

"Ready, Todd?" Chuck's flow had begun in earnest, glazing his cock's 
helmeted head and his hand.

The doctor was scrambling to unbutton his lab coat and struggling to 
loosen his tie.

"When you are." Todd released his flood of lube, then. And they 
unloaded it on the doctor. Drooling strings of the translucent honey 
soaked into his clothes and skin, a gleaming glaze quickly coating 
him with strong masculine intensity.

The two men began stroking their meat, posing with their burgeoning 
pricks over the doctor's small form allowing the excess lube to 
spread all over him. Immediately their balls began to fill up, 
swelling with cum. Todd's stroke was easy and casual, his eyes 
closed. He was sinking into the deep end of his own pleasure, sensing 
his touch along every inch as he grew longer and stiffer and fatter. 
Chuck's caresses were more insistent, as if he was pumping himself to 
erection. Both men had thickly coated cocks glistening brightly, 
drizzling copious amounts of their combined clear lube over the man 
in the chair. It wasn't long before they were both ready to deliver 
their final cargoes.

"Ready for step two, Todd?" Chuck was gritting his teeth in the 
strain to withhold his load. His nuts were glossy and round, the skin 
stretched taut holding in his fill.

Todd's voice sounded calmer, but there was a similarly strained edge 
to it. His cock was hot in his hand, as red as fire, the head as 
shiny and tight as a balloon. "Let 'er rip, Chuck."

The doctor could feel the burn as soon as the first drops of the 
men's seed hit the precum glaze. It seared into him, through him, 
penetrating every fiber of his body. Todd and Chuck were both 
breathing heavily, their bodies suffused with a constant thrum of 
orgasmic bliss, a powerful thrill of pleasure that emanated from 
their cocks and traveled everywhere on their new enhanced bodies. 
They were cumming in a hard torrent, spraying dual loads of their 
powerful seed all over the man responsible for their current near 
state of male perfection.

The doctor felt a sort of pain and pleasure pressing in and exploding 
out at the same time. His body had already started absorbing the 
men's essences even as they shot more and more onto his body. He 
could feel a hunger building, magnifying from inside, as if his form 
recognized this new food and wanted nothing else. The heat was 
unbearably wonderful and beautifully painful at the same time.

A deep growling moan escaped the doctor's throat. Chuck's load 
stopped just as Todd's did. Looking down, he could already see the 
doctor's features changing, his form starting to manifest the deep 
and satisfying changes to come.

Todd reached down and ripped the lab coat and shirt away, exposing 
the doctor's round, hairy belly and sunken chest. He squeezed the 
tattered clothing over the man's body, wringing more of the 
transforming juices onto the doctor's body, watching as it was 
instantly absorbed like water falling onto dry soil.

"Shit," said Chuck. "Is that normal?"

"What's normal," asked Todd quietly. "Get his shoes off." The 
doctor's bald head was filling itself in with new follicles of 
auburn. He watched the man's facial features refine themselves, the 
wrinkles filling in and the fat draining from his cheeks. His jowls 
disappeared altogether.

"He's getting younger!"

"I think it just looks that way, right doc?"

The man opened his eyes. They were clear and shining. As Todd 
watched, they turned gold. "I feel..." His voice was deep and getting 
deeper. "So good."

Chuck bent to remove the doctor's shoes, noticing an immense bulge 
that was filling the crotch of his pants. "That thing's gonna rip its 
own hole pretty quick." He was laughing slightly as he said it, and 
he untied the black oxfords just as the growth hit the feet.

"Look at your chest, Doc. Jesus, this is incredible!"

The doctor sat up, placing his hand against his chest, amazed to feel 
a deep separation there and a firm swelling on either side of it. He 
could feel his muscles growing under his hand, feel the strength 
building inside across his shoulders, down his back. He watched his 
belly disappear and be replaced with a smooth series of tight 
rippling abdominals. Standing up, he looked like he continued to 
stand up even after he gained his feet as his body expanded, driven 
upward as his entire form grew taller, driven outward by his ever 
expanding set of muscles.

His pants were starting to fall off his new shrunken waist, even as 
his swelling thighs threatened to burst the seams. And it did appear 
that Chuck was right, as whatever was growing from his crotch was 
filling up his pants so quickly that no one was surprised when the 
zipper gave way accompanied by a ripping sound as the man's new cock 
shoved itself into the open.

"Well, at least we know he's not Jewish," Chuck said, grinning as the 
doctor reached down to touch the quickly burgeoning mass of his uncut 
manhood. The tip was already glistening with a globe of clear precum. 
"Shit, I forgot about this part!"

"How could you forget having a yard-long hard-on?"

Chuck shrugged. "A lot's happened today."

The rip in the crotch continued, and more seams were bursting all 
over as the doctor's new muscular body manifested itself. "He's going 
to be one impressive fucker," Todd observed, watching the third man's 
skin grow smooth and silken, darkening to an almost Latino hue. The 
doctor's cock head pushed its way from its cowl, the ridges flaring 
outward as the flow of clear lube started running down the sides of 
the quickly growing erection in abundance.

"Well, we did give him quite a lot to work with."

"You ought to just ditch the pants, Doc. You'll be a lot happier."

"I think you're right," he answered, and with a flick of his hand and 
a swelling of his bicep, he was stripped bare in front of them except 
for a pair of rather sad looking black socks sunken around his 
ankles, the toes shredded from his still developing feet.

"You feeling okay, Doc? You're awfully quiet."

"He never was much of a talker, Todd."

"I'm feeling quite well, Todd. Thank you for asking." His voice was 
amazingly powerful sounding, deeper than either man even with the 
doctor's subdued tone. He had not yet touched his expanding cock, now 
at least two feet long and as big as his arm. His balls were hanging 
full and round. "This is quite an amazing experience."

"It gets better," volunteered Chuck.

"You want I should get any samples, Doc?"

"What?"

Todd pointed at the man's incredible erection. "You have a pretty 
good flow going there. You want a sample for testing?"

"Oh, yes. Thank you Todd."

"Don't mention it." Todd was grinning slyly as he walked toward the 
doctor's engorged member and ran his hand up the length of its side, 
scooping up a handful of the clear honey.

"Oh my."

"Feels good, don't it?" Todd ran his grip up the side of the enormity 
again, pausing at the top to rub his fingers under the ridge.

"Oh. Oh, my." The doctor's balls swelled with a sudden growth spurt.

Todd dumped the sample into a petri dish as Chuck observed, "you 
might want to think about jerking that thing off about now." He 
folded his arms across his chest and motioned at the man's nut sack 
with his head. "Those things look pretty ripe to me."

"Yeah, Doc. Don't strain yourself first time out."

The doctor closed his eyes and placed his hand tentatively against 
the throbbing side of his meat, then moved his other hand to the 
opposite wall and started to caress his erection. Quicksilver shocks 
of intense erotic bliss took him, flooding his senses with a pleasure 
he never dreamt possible. "Oh, my," he said again.

"Master of understatement, this guy." Chuck wandered over toward Todd 
and leaned his arm against his friend's shoulder, looking pointedly 
at the doctor's still swelling balls. "I get that big?"

Todd seemed spellbound as he slowly shook his head. Then they both 
fell silent as something unexpected happened.

As he stroked himself, the doctor's cock continued to grow, getting 
fatter and heavier as a single thick vein appeared and inflated up 
the length of his cock, branching outward and helping it to surpass 
either Todd's or Chuck's record erection as the tip rose above the 
doctor's head and continued to extend. "Jesus," Todd said softly.

"Holy fuck," agreed Chuck. "Looks like the double load worked, huh?"

"Look at those legs!" The man's thighs were bursting with huge new 
muscular power. Balloons of brawn inflated across the ever-widening 
expanses. Veins were crawling over every inch, engorged and hot, 
pushing down his limbs and infusing his muscles with increasing size 
and command. His thighs were shoving against each other for space and 
he was repositioning himself to allow them to grow. His calves 
suddenly blossomed with hard, swelling muscle, spreading like an 
opening flower.

"His legs? Look at his arms! Look at his chest! The guy's a monster!" 
The doctor's chest seemed to be unfolding. Masses upon masses of new, 
thick power shoved out upon each other as if originating from 
somewhere deep in the crevasse developing at the center. The muscle 
fiber would swell and split, then swell again, growing in a rush of 
absolute capacity and amazing beauty. It was as if, with each breath, 
there was no exhale. His torso was cabled with thickness that didn't 
want to stop. It poured across his expanding shoulders and moved into 
the muscle of his arms, swelling them to grandiose bulks of tightly 
constrained force. Chuck circled around the man to watch as his back 
grew bigger, stronger, more massive by the moment. Bulging masses 
erupted across its expanse, then his lats were suddenly swelling 
outward, growing thick and hard with corded power.

The doctor stood there calmly growing massively muscled and 
ultimately strong and the look in his eyes was one of amazing calm. 
His first stage of growth was easily surpassing either what Todd or 
Chuck had originally gained in mass and height. And he didn't look 
like he was slowing yet.

"You feel like cumming, Doc?"

"Got an awfully full load building. Wouldn't want you to rupture anything."

"Not yet," he said softly. His features were still refining 
themselves. His cheekbones broadening, rising higher on his face. His 
jaw squared, his nose narrowed, his lips filled out. His neck 
lengthened, growing corded with strands of new muscular might. His 
eyelashes thickened, his brows arched into perfection. There was 
obviously some Latin blood inside manifesting in his new form. He 
continued to stroke his fullness even as he grew and it grew and his 
load swelled in his balls.

"I don't think he's gonna stop."

"Well, obviously he's gonna stop. He's gotta stop at some point."

Chuck shook his head dubiously. "I dunno, Todd. He hasn't even had 
his first bath in his own stuff, and look at the dude!" The clear 
fluid poured out of the amazing erection in a thick current forming a 
pool under all their feet.

The doctor closed his eyes, allowing his senses to fall headlong into 
the deep end of his unending tide of erotic pleasure. The bliss was 
almost painful in its fullness, shaking him to the core and back 
again with each stroke of his fully engorged cock standing over four 
feet high.

Then, he set his legs wide, taking a stance against the coming 
eruption, and moving his hand down the length of his manhood, he 
braced himself for the flood of cum he could feel shoving itself out 
of his balls.

When he came, he shot his wad in a burst so powerful it dented the 
metal ceiling.

"Holy..."

"...Fuck!"

It was an amazing display of sheer sensual power. He came and he came 
and he came some more. There seemed no end to his seed as he emptied 
himself in an extended and prolonged orgasm. Did a minute go by? Did 
two? Did it matter? It seemed like it would never stop when just as 
suddenly as it began, it did stop, and the doctor stood in his new, 
improved form for only a moment before his body was absorbing his own 
essence back into himself, and the final process of ultimate 
refinement began.

But it seemed to the other men that the first stage had never actually stopped.

They looked at each other. Chuck said, "Shouldn't there be a longer 
pause in there? It seems to me that when I..."

"When you changed, you went through two very distinct growing 
periods. But the Doc here..."

"...The Doc here is still..."

"...going."

And he was still going. They watched as his body began a renewed 
round of growth. His dick was no longer swollen to its massive first 
erection, but it did seem to want to resist shrinking too much. And 
already the man stood at least a head taller than either of the other 
men and appeared to be still growing.

"So, what do you wanna bet? Seven six? Seven nine?"

"Eight feet, maybe." Todd turned his head slightly, looking down at 
the remaining pool of power juice. "Eight six?"

"Eight and a half feet tall? That'd be..."

"That'd be incredible," agreed the doctor, who simply stood stock 
still before the other men and continued to expand. His muscles were 
swelling with new growth everywhere. He was covered in his own seed 
but it was quickly disappearing. He seemed to be stretching toward 
the sky, the lines of his lengthening body quickly populated with new 
cords of power. His thighs ballooned with smooth brawn. His chest was 
beyond amazing and approaching impossible. His arms and shoulders did 
a damned good job of matching his chest. His prick was hanging in 
lush and astonishing abundance between his legs, a smooth, thick 
shaft stretching a foot and a half, maybe more, with the shining tip 
of the head peeking out of its cowled foreskin. His flat belly was 
rippling with constrained power. His skin was velvety and flawless, a 
cocoa brown color with a very light fur of dark hair across the chest 
and down the legs and arms. His eyes were similarly chocolate brown 
with flecks of gold.

"You almost done, Doc?"

He could feel the immense changes that had pushed his body to what it 
now was slowing down. The rushing sense of swelling power that had 
immersed every cell of his being into a shining pool of raw brawn and 
bulging beauty was cooling to a simmer. "Almost," he said. His voice 
had the tone of a mountain range, the power of a thunderstorm.

"Ooh," said Chuck, "chills."

Todd laughed slightly. "Got to admit, Doc, I do feel a little overshadowed."

"I'll see if I can remedy that," he said, smiling slightly. "I have a 
feeling that our combined emissions might cause a similar..."

Chuck clapped his hands together loudly. "All right! A little 
three-way action!"

"Calm yourself, boy. Let the man speak."

"Thank you, Todd. As I was saying, theoretically the explanation for 
my," he began, pausing to look down at his new form, "rather amazing 
transformation is that unlike either of you, my initial exposure 
consisted of an overdose of the fluids. Additionally, I believe each 
successive augmentation to your own physiognomies has redoubled the 
strength and efficacy of the discharge."

"Say what?"

"We double dosed him with stuff that was super strength. Since we've 
been playing around and absorbing each other's mix, our bodies have 
somehow managed to make up a new batch of the power juice that's 
extra strong and extra juicy. Now that it's inside the Doc, and it's 
mixing with his own power juice..."

"If we swim in his pool, we get bigger, too?"

"Bingo."

"In theory," the doctor corrected. "Do you already have the super 
transforming power?"

"It isn't a power, per se, Chuck. It's more of a capability."

"Yeah, but super transforming power makes it sound more impressive."

As the doctor stood before them, they watched his body change in 
slight and awkward ways. One ball swelled and drooped while the other 
shrank. He lifted his arm and the tricep swelled with power, making 
his arm look lopsided. He tried to change his hair to a different 
color but all it did was frizz into an afro. "I seem to be able to do 
it, but perhaps I don't quite have the hang of it, yet." His nuts and 
arm returned to their previous dimensions.

"It takes some imagination and concentration, Doc. And from what I've 
seen, you've got plenty of the latter but maybe not enough of the 
former." Chuck scratched himself familiarly, adding, "lose the 'fro, 
Doc. It's not you."

"What? Oh. Oh, yes." And his hair fell in cascades across his shoulders again.

"Anything else?"

"Pardon?" Although the doctor's body and face had almost completely 
changed, it was weird to hear the familiarly befuddled words coming 
out in the deep baritone. And for looking like such a studly hunk, he 
stood like he was still a little man in a white coat. He was even 
attempting to keep one hand over his privates, to very little success.

"You'll get the hang of this, don't worry Doc." Chuck smiled encouragingly.

"What I was asking was basically what you asked us earlier. You 
notice any other new talents?"

"I'm afraid I'm still getting used to all this sudden change. It's a 
bit... disconcerting seeing everything from this angle. Although I 
must admit feeling extremely... potent."

"Potent?"

"Horny, Todd."

The doctor actually blushed. "Also, this feeling of strength, 
although quite pleasurable, takes a little getting used to. I feel 
very, uh..."

"Horny."

"Chuck, shut up."

"It's as if I am living inside something I don't own, if you see what 
I mean. It's not exactly uncomfortable, in fact quite the opposite, 
but I must admit that I'm not adjusting quite as immediately to... 
everything."

Todd approached the larger man and reached to put his hand on the 
doctor's shoulder. It felt both soft and hard at the same time, like 
a piece of marble had been covered with butter-soft leather. The 
man's warm skin felt incredibly wonderful to touch. "Look at it 
logically, Doc. You lived inside that old body twice as long as 
either Chuck or I did in ours. Maybe none of us was still in puberty, 
but at least for me and him we could accept what was happening and 
adapt to it. You've only owned your improved body for a few minutes! 
It takes a little for the mind to get used to such a drastic change 
all at once."

"Yeah, Doc, give yourself a fucking break! It's not like Todd or I 
had to adjust to quite such a drastic change, either. We developed in 
stages, and you skipped a few hours and got everything - hell, looks 
like more than everything - all at once."

The doctor nodded, and stray strands of his new wealth of auburn hair 
swung into his face, startling him a bit. He raised his hand, 
watching the bicep swell and flex with detached interest, and moved 
the hair aside. "Perhaps you're right."

"I mean, it don't feel bad, right?"

"No, it certainly doesn't feel bad."

"Just weird. Right?"

"That would be one word for it."

Chuck smiled. "Know what I think?" Todd groaned, but Chuck went on. 
"I think you should go over there and start playing with yourself."

"I'm not sure..."

"To put it another way," explained Todd, "perhaps some 
experimentation is in order. Test your capabilities, explore your 
boundaries, discover what you can do now, how strong you are and can 
be, how your new body works and reacts to the tasks you give it."

"Yeah, and play with yourself! Jerk off a couple of times. Nothing 
puts you in touch with how you feel like a good hand job."

Todd sighed, but the doctor was smiling. "Perhaps you're right." He 
eyed the exercise equipment and sets of free weights with a renewed 
interest. "I would like to see what I'm capable of." He glanced down 
to where his hand was still attempting to cover his augmented prick, 
dangling in huge and obvious magnificence along his well-muscled 
thigh. "And I suppose modesty is a little ill-placed given the 
circumstances." He moved his hand aside and seemed to stand a little 
more erect, displaying the beautiful monster's magnitude with a sense 
of pride. As he turned toward the equipment, his hands began to 
explore his new dimensions, moving his touch across his chest and 
hips and butt, feeling the new huge muscle and tight power everywhere 
on his body.

Chuck watched the newest member of their exclusive club walk away, 
keeping an eye on the swaying globes of a perfect ass. "That'll take 
him a little while."

Todd nodded. "He looks so young."

"Gotta be freaky, going through something like that." He watched the 
doctor doing some limbering movements, smiling at the look on the 
man's face at the ease with which he was accomplishing seemingly 
impossible maneuvers, lifting his leg up perpendicular with his body, 
twisting himself over backwards until his hands touched the floor and 
then effortlessly moving into a handstand, his body not even shaking 
as he held the pose. "But he'll adjust. I mean, how could he not 
adjust to this?" Then Chuck bent his arm and watched the muscle 
swell, putting his hand on the bicep and feeling its hard strength. 
"It's just fucking amazing."

Todd looked at his friend. "He's funny, isn't he?"

"How do you mean?"

"I guess I just think it's funny, how it's like the doctor is gone 
but there he is over there, pressing, uh, it looks like about 3,500 
pounds up and down over his chest. That funny little guy is gone, but 
instead he's just been put in another body."

"A better body."

"A much better body."

"So, what do you want to do now, Todd?" Chuck wiggled his eyebrows.

"You can't be serious. Not again. Not already."

"You know what the song says. 'Sex is natural, sex is fun, sex is 
best when it's one on one'."

"Were you this horny before?"

"Yeah, but I couldn't do much about it." He tried to look sexy, 
wiggling his hips and pouting his lips, but he only looked silly.

"A little advice, Chuck. You can manage to look sexy just walking 
around, or just standing there. When you try to look sexy, you just 
look stupid."

He straightened up and walked closer. "I'm just fucking with you." 
Todd watched the man approach, noting the line of his form, the 
curves and bulges, the skin like silk, the sway of his hair, the 
pendulum of his prick swinging thickly between his legs as he walked. 
"No, you just want to be fucking with me."

"Exactly." Chuck moved his hand onto Todd's prodigious member and 
stroked him. "Watching the Doc just now, seeing his body growing all 
that muscle, how his arms were bloated with power, watching his huge 
dick swell above his head... kinda got me all..." He let out a sigh 
that sounded like a deep growl. It was physical and intense. Todd 
felt it in his groin. Chuck stood chest-to-chest against his friend, 
their faces barely inches apart. Through a half-smile, he asked, "You 
want me to drive, this time?"

Todd put his hand against Chuck's meaty chest. "Hold on there, fuck 
buddy. I've been thinking."

Chuck pressed forward, putting his hand on Todd's hip, moving his 
other onto Todd's firm ass and pulling him closer. "Think later. Fuck 
now." Chuck was working his fingers under Todd's butt, digging his 
able and urgent touch into Todd's hole.

Todd huffed out a breath. His hand moved over Chuck's muscular mound 
and found his nipple, rubbing the firm nub with his thumb. "Haven't 
you been wondering what this is all for?" He lifted his leg slightly, 
allowing Chuck's probing fingers easier access to his undercarriage.

Chuck moved closer still, whispering, "What what's for?" into Todd's 
ear before licking his neck.

Todd was losing concentration fast. "Eh... everything. What... what's 
the point of this experi... uh, ooh, experiment." His leg climbed 
onto Chuck's hip, he was trying to keep from getting hard, trying to 
keep his supply of lube from escaping and smearing them both in a 
clear glaze of warmth. He knew he could start it whenever he wanted. 
He could feel lips on his neck, on his shoulder. He could feel teeth 
biting his hard muscle. Chuck grabbed a handful of his hair and 
pulled hard, bending his head back as fingers dug deep inside his 
ass. Chuck was kissing his neck, licking the indent between his 
shoulder and his sternum. He could feel his friend's hardness 
pressing on his belly, feel his size and heat, feel the ridges of his 
mushroom helmet rubbing against his own tight abdominals. Chuck was 
so hard, so hot, so big.

Chuck pressed his advantage, seeking Todd's mouth with his own, 
feeling the velvet of Todd's smooth cheek against the rough shadow of 
his own, pulling Todd's firm, tight muscles against the swelling 
power of his own. He no longer questioned his drives, his wants, his 
desires. He knew what he wanted, and that he wanted Todd right now. 
"Shut up," he said, pushing his tongue into Todd's mouth, sucking 
Todd's lower lip between his teeth and biting it softly. He kissed 
him harder, one hand digging into Todd's ass, his other cradling 
Todd's head, holding him against his kiss, loving the wet anxiousness 
of that passion.

Todd gasped his name, but Chuck ignored him. "Don't worry," he 
growled, "I'm in charge."

Todd knew he could struggle, knew he could match Chuck's strength, 
maybe surpass it, but he didn't want to. Whatever he was thinking 
about, it was gone. He was sinking into some fantasy, giving himself 
over, letting someone else take the wheel for a change. Chuck's hot 
breath against him was like a tonic, a perfume, a fire. His hands 
were rough on his skin, his handling was firm and demanding. "you 
want... you want me... to..."

"I'm in charge," he rumbled again, pulling Todd's hair in emphasis. 
"You'll know what to do." He opened his mouth and pressed it against 
Todd's, pushing all his lust into the kiss, sucking and teasing and 
exploring. "No more words."

To be continued...