From: The Shower By boybob69 I'd just moved to the City and I was looking for an affordable gym that wasn't either enormously expensive or mobbed by Chelsea clones. Not that the bodies aren't good, but huge muscle is what I'm into. I'm not that big myself, but I've been known to turn a few heads in my time. I was doing some exploring of my new neighborhood, I came across a flyer attached to a light pole. There were two pictures on the flyer, one of a guy with a better-than-average body with "Before" beneath it and a second picture with a freaky huge guy who bore a slight resemblance to the guy in the other picture. I thought that computer graphics were getting better and better every day if they could morph images so radically. It read, "Want to get huge? We'll show you how. Transmorph Gym." No address. "That's strange," I thought. I scribbled down the phone number on the back of an envelope of a soon-to-be overdue bill and decided to give it a try. I found a phone booth. "Transmorph," the voice on the other end of the phone was like a bolt of pure mansex. It sent a jolt right to my cock. "Hello?" Still trying to recover, I squeaked out, "I'm new in the city and I'm looking for a gym. I'd like to have a look around." "You don't sound old enough to be working out with the big boys." The voice was so damn sexy. I involuntarily reached down and adjusted my hardening prick. "I'm plenty old enough. I saw your flyer. How huge could I get?" "How huge is your imagination?" Damn. Now I was fully hard. I wanted to whip it out right there, but I since I was on a somewhat busy avenue, I didn't think that would be too prudent. "Pretty damn big," I replied. "What's you name?" "Gil…Gil George." "The address is 258 Pearl St. Do you know where Pearl is?" "No." I told him where I was and he gave me directions which I wrote down on the envelope. "I'll see you as soon as can get there." "Ask for Felix. I'll give you the grand tour." He hung up. I was hoping he'd give me more than that. II "Damn this part of the city is creeping me out," I thought as I turned down yet another alley. It was still early Saturday morning and the warehouse district was still mostly asleep. Occasionally there would be a homeless person asleep on a loading dock or a few beefy truckers off-loading boxes from a truck, but mostly the area seemed deserted and strangely quiet for the City. I looked at the directions. I looked at the street. "If I don't find it in the next five minutes, fuck it." Suddenly, there was the deep musky almost overpowering smell of mansex. It was more potent than any popper I'd ever had. I was rock hard and feeling that if I didn't jack off immediately, I'd go crazy. Just as I was looking around trying to find some dark corner, the biggest muscle stud I'd ever seen brushed right by me. His shoulders were at least three feet wide and his waist couldn't have been more than 30 inches. His arms jutted away from his torso because of the wide flare of his tremendous lats. His biceps bulged far beyond anything I'd ever seen in any muscle mag. His clothes fit him like a costume on a superhero in comic books. The smell was coming from him. "Excuse me," I yelled at the wall of brawn. He turned. His face was perfectly handsome – rugged -- each feature perfectly defined – the essence of masculinity. "Yes," it was that voice again. No, not the same voice, but undoubtedly the same effect. First the smell and now the voice. I was having a rough time concentrating on asking the question that I wanted to ask. "I…was looking…" "I could tell," he said. My knees were actually getting weak. "No, I meant…" My cock was rock hard and I was actually starting to shake because of how I felt. Suddenly, it stopped. "Sorry," he said. His voice had changed – it had lost the sexual edge to it. "It's just that…" "I know. I gotta be careful. I wasn't thinking. I thought I was close enough to the gym that I wouldn't catch anyone in my wake." "That's one hell of a wake." He laughed. "It can be a little intense. My name is Don. You trying to find Transmorph?" "If this is the kind of results, I can expect, lead on." "It gets better." "I can't wait. I'm Gil." "Prepare yourself to be amazed." "I already am." I followed Don down the street feeling like a kid trailing after his very, very big brother. He cut down a side alley. I could hear the unmistakable clank of weights being lifted and dropped and again that amazing smell. It stopped me dead in my tracks. Don turned. "You'd better get used to it if you're going to workout here. I promise that soon you won't even notice it." "How can I get used to it when it has such a powerful effect?" I pointed to the obvious erection in my gym shorts. "That's not going to be a problem either. Let's get you started." III He cracked open a solid steel door on a nondescript building and the rush of the smell hit me square in the face. It was like a shot of pure sex. Don saw that I was starting to swoon and he grabbed me up into his massive arms which only made the desire ever more acute. We crossed the threshold and I thought I'd entered the ultimate sex fantasy. Muscle stud after muscle stud one larger and more defined and more perfect than the next parading around buck naked with enormous erections. Most were working out, but there was some really hot action in a few areas of the floor right out for everyone to see. I was overwhelmed. Don set me down at the check-in counter and planted a kiss on me like I will never forget. The smell began to rise from him and he pushed his massive tool into my stomach. He casually pulled away from me and said, "We'll finish this when you're a little bigger." I was hurt since I couldn't see how I was going to be able to compete with any of these muscle gods anytime in the near future, but I was also wildly turned-on and ready for a good workout. A very large hand clasped my shoulder and spun me around. The man standing at the desk was the perfect embodiment of latino handsomeness and pure raw muscle. "Can I help you?" The voice from the phone which sent the same thunderbolt right into my groin. "I called before for a tour. I'm…" "Gil?" he asked. "Yes." If I hadn't been, I would have pretended that I was. "I'm Felix." The sound of his voice changed in the same way that Don's had. It was still sexy, but it had lost the immediate sexual quality. "Let's get a look at you to see if we can help you. Let's go into the locker room and you can strip." "I'd rather not right now." "You're rock hard, aren't you?" I blushed. "Well, that isn't unusual around here. Take a look." What he said was true. There were at least a dozen guys either working out (or being worked on) with enormous hand-ons. "Does everyone here workout in the buff?" I asked as Felix ushered me into the locker room. "Some of these guys have no choice. They've gotten so big that they have to wait until we get in super-sized clothes to fit them." "You mean they have to live here." Another outrageously freaky muscle stud walked through the locker room dripping wet. I thought to myself, "Damn, he looks familiar." And I realized he was. "Don?" Don turned around. It was impossible, but he was a good 40 pounds heavier than he was just five minutes before. "Yep, it's me." "How? Even if I believed that this place worked miracles, you just barely came in and I know I didn't see you out on the gym floor already. It looks like you've gained 40 pounds of solid mass." "Only 40? I'm going back in. I wanted at least 50." Felix cautioned him, "Remember what happened the last time you tried to get too big too quickly." "This time I can handle it," He spun on his heel and was headed back into the shower. "How?" I asked still slack-jawed at what I'd just seen. "I need to get a few stats before we can begin." Felix brought out the measuring tape. "Neck 18"…okay; Chest 42", not bad; flex the bicep for me…16 ½", that's respectable; Waist 36"…That could be a little better…not much definition in the abs…that will change; thighs 29"…passible; calves… A long loud moan came from the shower area. Felix was away in a flash. He yelled to me as he ran, "Stay where you are. I'll be right back." "Do you need help?" I asked. "If I do, I'll let you know." The moaning continued and I heard Felix's voice saying "It's okay, Don. It'll be okay. You just pushed it a little too far." I couldn't stay still. I had to see how and what Don pushed too far. Besides the smell had returned, stronger than ever, and it seemed to be drawing me towards the shower. I turned the corner of the locker room where Felix disappeared to see something that was totally beyond belief. Felix was pulling Don from underneath the shower. It was Don, but Don with an additional 50 pounds above the 40 that I thought he'd gained just minutes before. Felix was shouting now, "Turn it off, Don. Turn it off." I couldn't understand what he was talking about since the water was barely at a trickle and it looked like Don wasn't in any condition to do anything right now. And the smell hit me again with a force like a baseball bat. I was hornier than I ever was in my life and I needed it right then and there. I came over to Don and Felix and found that Felix had succumbed to the smell, too. He was licking at Don luscious nipple and I immediately latched onto the other one. I could fell his pec growing beneath my mouth. This only increased my desire. I moved to his arms, now massively pumped and still growing and licked the sweat and then moved towards the source of that incredible smell – his now mammoth cock. It was at least 10 inches around and a foot and a half long and getting longer and harder by the second. His balls had swollen to the size of grapefruits and were throbbing with manjuice. I put my lips to the cockhead, but Felix pushed me away. "You are not ready for that, yet," he said as he took the snake into his mouth and unbelievably was able to swallow the whole thing to the cockroot. Don started to spasm and moan. The moan penetrated deep inside of me and I found myself jacking myself off filled with this incredible feeling of sexual bliss. No matter how I touched myself, the moan seemed to resonate and make my pleasure more intense than it had ever been in my life. I wanted this feeling to last forever. I began to cum and it seemed as if Don and Felix were cumming simultaneously as if we were connected by this smell in some sort of psychic group orgasm. Felix swallowed and swallowed and Don balls started to shrink. Felix pulled his mouth away from Don's still throbbing prick. It was now Felix's turn to go into spasms. It looked like Felix was growing, too. Don's balls issued one more wad which flew like a bullet in my direction. It hit me square in the mouth from 6 feet away. I swallowed. It landed hot in my stomach and the heat quickly spread throughout my body. "Damn," I thought, " it feels like I'm growing."