NEW STORY - Transform: New Blood (Part 42b)

[AKA]

Again, an out-of-sequence chapter. We will return to your regularly scheduled muscle growth orgy after these messages...

Transform: New Blood
Part 42b

Marvin looked up from his laptop as the doorbell rang. He stood and looked through his bedroom window to see who was interrupting his jerk-off session, and couldn’t see anyone outside. The bushes blocked his view, and he contemplated just ignoring the intruder and continuing with his intent perusal of his vault of tasty naked men.

The doorbell rang again.

“Well, fuck,” he said, as he pulled his pants up and tried to shove his eager hard-on back into his trousers. It was insistent and angry to have been interrupted in its pleasures, and refused to cooperate initially. Marvin huffed a soft laugh through his nose and looked down at the obvious bulge in his jeans. “At least there’s no precum stain,” he said, and he left the soft glow of pornographic beauty behind and went to answer the door.

The bell rang a third time and Marvin called out, “Coming!” as he laughed again at the truth of that statement. ‘If only,’ he thought, rubbing his happy stiffy like a playful pup that wanted attention. Peering through the peephole, Marvin recognized the familiar brown uniform of the UPS man. He tried to remember what Amazon had sent him today as he opened the door, but all thoughts of new gadgets disappeared from his brain the moment he set eyes on the man standing on his front porch.

“Hey,” the deliveryman said. His voice was so deep it nearly rattled the storm windows. A furnace blast of damp, hot Arkansas air hit Marvin full in the face, and he felt like he was sweating everywhere all at once. It never even occurred to him that there was no familiar brown truck sitting at the curb.

There was something odd and absurd about the scene, but something else in Marvin’s brain couldn’t quite put two and two together. Did the UPS often hire bodybuilders to deliver goods? And couldn’t they have found a uniform that actually fit their drivers? And why was he barefoot? He was used to seeing the UPS guy in tight shorts, but these were ridiculously tight, almost obscenely so.

And… did men who looked like that actually exist in real life? The collection of naked male perfection sitting on Marvin’s hard drive paled in comparison to what was right now standing at the threshold to his small house in Little Rock, wearing a UPS uniform that barely contained him, holding a small box in one hand as he leaned his tall, thick, muscular body against the door frame.

“Got something for ya,” he said. There was a smile on his lips. His sensuous, full, moist, soft lips. He had brown eyes, dark and deep, surrounded by thick lashes. His nose looked crooked, but it fit his face perfectly. There was something familiar about its shape, something that tickled the back of Marvin’s memory. He had never actually seen a ‘square jaw’ before, but this man defined the term. The arm propped up against the doorframe was overwhelmed with brawn, and the shirtsleeve was pushed back by the swollen brawn to reveal a wealth of gleaming dark curls in the deep, sweaty armpit. The man couldn’t even button up the shirt much beyond his navel. It was wide open, exposing an impressive, massive chest coated in more dark curls, and one fat nipple peaked out invitingly.

He moved his other arm forward and handed Mason the little brown box. It felt very light, as if there was nothing in it at all. “Hot one,” the driver said in his powerful tones. He pulled back his empty hand and applied it to his chest, wiping his touch through the masses of fur so that its coat of sweat made it lay flat against his gleaming flesh. Marvin watched as several curls slowly pulled themselves free of the slick of the man’s sweat to recurl against the mass of his chest muscles.

Marvin nodded. “It is,” he agreed. “Hot one.”

The other man’s smile increased. “Yeah.”

They stood there for a few seconds in silence. Marvin’s hard on was more insistent than ever, and his worries about precum resurfaced as he felt a sudden gush erupt from his energized prick.

“Listen, buddy,” the driver said, looking beyond Marvin into his house, “you wouldn’t happen to have something cold to drink, would ya?” He straightened up and his entire body seemed to expand to fill the doorway. The shirt was seriously threatening to rip itself apart. “I’d be mighty appreciative.” The other nipple made an appearance. It was as perky and fat as its brother, shoving aside the shirt like a chest-mounted dick head.

Marvin swallowed. It never occurred to him that the man didn’t have the usual handheld device to gather his scrawled signature for the empty box in his hand. But he recovered his wits enough to show some southern hospitality. “Uh, yeah. Yes! Of course. Why don’t you come on inside, all the cool air is escaping.”

“Thanks, friend,” the huge man said, and he stepped his barefooted body across the threshold and closed the door behind him. He stood near the door, folding his arms across his bared chest. The shirt strained to hold his arms inside its sleeves. Maybe it even tore a little. The hem lifted up above the waistband of his shorts. More fur caressed the rippled contours of his tight, muscular stomach. “Nice place,” he observed, but his eyes stayed glued on Marvin.

“Thanks,” he responded. “I guess you guys can’t have a beer while you’re work…”

“A beer sounds perfect,” he interrupted, giving Marvin a wink to accompany that killer smile. He had deep dimples in his tanned cheeks and his dark eyes twinkled with mischief.

“Have a seat,” Marvin offered, then he went into the kitchen to grab his guest a libation. After reaching into his fridge and grabbing a couple of cold microbrewed beers, he turned and found the man standing now in the door to his kitchen. Sun was streaming through the windows and it cast the man’s muscles in shadows that highlighted just how big he was. The crevasse between the hemispheres of his chest was insane. Even his fat little nipples were causing shadows of their own to fall on his skin. Marvin could see his tanned flesh beneath the wealth of curls and it looked like the dude had absolutely no body fat at all. “Oh!” Marvin said, surprised. “You startled me.”

The driver reached out and grabbed a beer out of Marvin’s hand. The arm attached to the driver’s grip was overwhelmed with brawn. Every muscle was in stark detail, and every stark detail was netted with a collection of thick veins, feeding power into his muscle. “Thanks,” he said. He pulled the bottle to his sensuous mouth and sucked the bottle’s lips between his own. Mason watched as he tilted his head back to welcome the cold suds inside his body. His Adam’s Apple bobbed and the cords of brawn lining his neck and throat flexed and bulged. He seemed to be sucking on the bottle like it was Marvin’s own…

Lowering the bottle, the driver locked eyes with Marvin. The smile came back to his lips again. ‘Fuck,’ he thought, ‘he really doesn’t know who I am. This is too fucking fun!’ The UPS man reached down with his free hand and adjusted his basket, making the copious length of cock and his two fat balls obvious during manipulations. Marvin followed the gestures with hungry eyes, and felt a thrill of passion upon seeing the treasure trail of dark fur leading down into the man’s crotch.

Catching himself staring so obviously, Marvin brought his gaze back up a little too quickly and blushed, the heat of his embarrassment pushing the air-conditioned coolness away in a split second. The other man’s smile increased in wattage. “You feeling okay?” he asked, tilting his bottle toward Marvin’s burgeoning hard-on. “You look a little… excited.”

The man walked forward into the kitchen. He was a towering monster of a man, 6-foot 4 or 5 inches tall, easily outclassing Marvin’s 5-foot 10-inch frame. “Good beer,” he said softly, his eyes never leaving Marvin’s steady gaze. “I bet you taste good.”

“Pardon?”

“I said, ‘you have good taste,” the huge man said. But Marvin was sure he hadn’t heard him incorrectly. The UPS driver was now standing two feet in front of him, easily within reach. He smelled rank and sweaty and altogether sexy as fuck. With every breath, his massive chest swelled outward, his nipples rubbed against his shirt, and his rippled 6-pack grew and receded. The driver hiked a thumb into the waist of his small shorts and they drew down an inch or two, revealing more of that enticing forest of pubes growing in such lush abundance. “You sure you’re okay?”

“I’m okay,” Marvin barely whispered. His heart was beating fast. His dick was painfully hard.

“Do you want me to leave?” He stepped even closer.

“No,” Marvin admitted.

“What do you want me to do?”

“What?” Marvin’s breath caught. He almost came right there.

The man took another step. They were now so close that Marvin felt the huge man’s heat pouring off his muscles. His scent was overwhelming. Marvin could almost taste him. “What do you want me to do?” the man asked again. Their bodies were nearly touching.

“Take off your shirt.”

The driver’s mouth broke into a smile as he set his beer on the counter behind Marvin, reaching around him, surrounding him with his power and his smell and his sensuous presence, and put his hands on his hips. “Why don’t you do it,” he instructed.

Marvin blinked and gulped and set his beer aside. He looked at the three buttons on the lower half of the UPS uniform. They were pulled tightly across the man’s muscled belly. Soft curls of dark hair surrounds the material like vines. Mason carefully applied his touch to the first button and unfastened it. The other man let out a sift, deep moan of satisfaction, as if that simple gesture had felt like a sort of sexual bliss. Marvin steadied himself and undid the second button. Another deep, penetrating moan of satisfaction accompanied the action.

Just one button held the huge man’s shirt to his muscular body. Marvin rubbed the final release with his fingertip, almost hesitant to finish the job.

His hands were shaking as he unfastened the final button and the shirt fell open. The driver’s massive muscular form seemed almost to swell even larger as it was revealed. He was breathing slowly and steadily, and the movements of his torso were sensual and erotic, even in those minor movements. The huge man sighed and groaned as his body was unsheathed, and he turned around and said, “Take it off me.”

Marvin reached up and circled his hands around the driver’s thick neck to grasp the shirt. He pulled it off the man’s shoulders, revealing fat lobes of brawn covered in smooth, golden flesh. The UPS driver rolled his massive shoulders to free them, then moved his arms back to allow the shirt to more easily come off his body.

Marvin moved it down the man’s wide torso, revealing inch after bulging inch of massive muscular development stretching across his back. It was awesome and mesmerizing, just how much muscle and how big it all was. Then the shirtsleeves became caught on the man’s upper arms. “It’s stuck,” Marvin said softly.

“Is it?” the man answered. “Let me help you,” he added. As Marvin watched, the man straightened to his full height and brought his arms up, balling his hands into tight fists, and swelling his biceps and triceps to full glory.

Mason heard a rip. A pop. Another rip. The man turned around slowly as his arms tore through the dark brown material. He seemed to be able to pump them larger and larger, as if they could grow more massive at his command. The sleeves tore open across the high peaks of his awesome biceps and as he lowered his arms, the shirt fell from his body, leaving him naked from the waist up.

“Oh my god,” Marvin whispered.



Frank felt a surge of sexual excitement through his Transformed body. They said it would be like this, that he’d have a hard time containing himself the first few times. But he never imagined it would feel like this.

His body was straining at the restrictions he’d placed on it. He wanted to show Marvin exactly how much he’d changed, what he had become, and what Marvin had in store for him.

When they told Frank, after they’d given him the gift of membership in The Brotherhood at Transformation Gym in St. Louis that he had a duty to find more men to bring to the fold, but that these men had to want the gift as it was given, he knew exactly who he’d pay his first call on.

Marvin. Marvin the Muscle Master. Marvin would appreciate what Transform did to a man, and he’d welcome it with open arms. Hell, hadn’t they as much as fantasized about this very thing, in this very house? They’d sat there on Marvin’s couch, watching some Colt porn, some gay-for-pay bodybuilder pleasuring himself, and as they stroked out mutual loads in a friendly, professional manner (“because we’re friends!” Marvin had protested, when Frank first suggested they do a little more than jerking off on the couch, “and it would feel weird!”) they both agreed that what they wanted to see was some huge, muscular behemoth and some skinny little dude going at it. One would overpower the other – but it would be the skinny dude making the Alpha Male do his bidding.

Marvin even mentioned his UPS fetish. Maybe when a guy finally realizes his fantasies, he doesn’t even realize it?

Finding the uniform had been easier than he imagined. Who knew that Goodwill had a selection of old uniforms, from Postal Worker to orange construction vests to operation room fatigues? Frank realized he could knock on Marvin’s door and pretend to be a meter reader, or a Mailman, or even a pizza delivery dude, though that one seemed a little too ‘bad porn clich?,’ particularly since it required that Marvin had actually ordered a pizza.

The uniform was nowhere near big enough to contain his new bulk, no matter how tightly he managed to compress it. His new altered body didn’t quite conform to human norms anymore, and finding an actual UPS uniform at all was miracle enough. So what if it didn’t fit?

Now his old friend was standing before him with a raging hard on in his pants and evident muscle lust in his eyes. Frank allowed a knowing smile onto his lips. This was going to be fun!



Frank pushed his desires and the overwhelming lust for growth and strength back down. He wanted to draw this one out, his first Transformation, the one he’d always remember, and to give his friend every second of pleasure he could deliver. “That feels better,” he said, as he started to flex and stretch his monster frame, displaying the awesome dimensions and beauty of his muscular body for the appreciative audience.

“Excuse me,” he said softly, as he reached around Marvin again to retrieve the beer he didn’t actually want, but it put on a good show. He nursed the mouth like a hard cock, again, wrapping his lips reverently around the bottle’s lips and sucking against the suds, swallowing greedily. He wiped his mouth with his arm, sending out another thick cloud of male pheromones, and hooked his thumbs in his waistband again, pulling the shorts lower on his narrow hips. He arched an eyebrow and said, “Aren’t you going to open your package?” He chugged another swallow of cold beer and shifted his gaze south, staring openly at Marvin’s urgent erection. His own cock swelled in lustful desire.

“What? Oh… oh, yeah. Um, pardon me?” Frank’s massive bulk was blocking his way. The huge man stepped aside with a smile and sucked in a calming breath. This was proving harder than he had anticipated. But he knew it would all be worth the wait.

The box was sitting on the floor. Had Marvin even realized that he dropped it? He picked it up and examined it for a return address. It was from his old friend, Frank, who’d relocated to Missouri a few months ago. Was it two years now? They emailed each other occasionally, and each had promised the other a visit, but neither had managed it. Marvin liked Frank a lot. They shared a lot in common, and he immediately wished that his old friend was here right now to get a load of the prime beef on display in Marvin’s kitchen.

He heard movement behind him and Marvin turned around. The huge man was looming over his shoulder, looking down at the small brown cardboard box in his hands. “Something unexpected?” he asked. His voice rumbled against Marvin’s body like a detonation.

“Something from a friend,” he answered.

“Something personal?” the shirtless, barefooted, entirely too sexy UPS driver inquired.

Marvin shrugged. “Don’t know.”

“Mind if I finish my beer before I go?”

“Oh, no! I mean, not at all. Have a seat while you finish it.”

The UPS driver pivoted with a smile and a nod and sauntered toward Marvin’s deeply cushioned couch. Marvin watched his ass move as he walked. It looked almost as if the man was giving him a show. And it was quite a good show, too. The globes shifted and flexed, the two cheeks somehow carving out individual globes of power beneath his shorts. It looked, almost, as if the two muscled bubbles were kissing each other as he walked. Then he paused, looking down at the couch, as if there was already someone sitting there. He moved that amazing ass around and plopped his bulk down, opening his legs wide to allow his overburdened basket room to spill its contents forward. The couch literally sagged and groaned under the weight of his bulk. He stretched his thickly muscled arms across the back after setting his beer on the side table, then moved his darkly sparkling gaze back toward Marvin.

The other man appeared frozen in place. He was staring not at Frank’s face, but rather at his crotch. With a glance down, it was evident why that was. In shifting his bulk into the couch, the plump head of his prick had become entirely evident under the material of his shorts. Not only that, but it was also exceptionally obvious that the UPS driver sitting on Marvin’s couch had a copious length of thick cock. His basket was nearly bursting. The material had pulled away from the zipper and thin lines of bunched brown cotton were gathered into tight arrows pointing at the wealth of meat thickly coiled in his groin.

The huge man cleared his throat to gain Marvin’s attention away from his inviting prick. Marvin swallowed and looked at the box in his hands. It felt absolutely empty. He peeled the packing tape from one flap and tore the box open. Something small and shiny fell from it and landed at his feet.

It was a single foil-wrapped condom. A Durex XXL Extra Large, to be precise. Nine and a half inches long. An inch and three-quarters wide. The biggest condom available.

Marvin picked up the little black and blue packet and turned it over in his fingers. “Wanna see a trick?” he heard a deep, sensual voice ask him.

“Pardon me?”

“I have a trick I want to show you,” the driver said. “I think you’ll appreciate it.”

“A trick?” Marvin looked over at the huge man.

“A kind of a trick,” he said. “More like a talent, really. You want to see it?”

Marvin nodded.

“Okay. Just watch. I think you’ll enjoy this.”

For a few seconds, nothing appeared to be happening. Marvin was holding the condom packet in his hand as he stood in front of the UPS guy on his couch, who was sitting on his couch staring back at him with a bright, beautiful, cock-hardening smile on his full lips.

Then Marvin noticed it. The man’s groin. Specifically, the man’s prick. He saw it swelling. He cold see the head plumping, visibly growing larger. The whole of what was contained behind his zipper was starting to manifest itself more fully, pushing insistently at its cloth cage.

As Marvin watched, his mouth dropped open slowly, and he forgot to blink. The other man’s cock continued to develop until his shorts were severely tented and a dark stain was spreading around the zipper’s silver teeth. The UPS driver was just sitting there, breathing slowly, his gaze locked on Marvin’s amazed face, as his cock swelled and lengthened inside his shorts.

After only a couple of minutes of this continual swollen growth, the zipper was starting to show signs of strain. The man’s cock was shoving itself at the opening, swelling ever larger, wanting release from its confines. The bulge in his groin was filling up with more prick than ever, and the material was stretched to its limits.

Then he heard it. The smallest ripping sound. A seam giving way. The smile on the man’s face grew slightly brighter and he tilted his head slightly, his gaze never leaving Marvin’s enthralled expression.

Another rip. Small, still. Frank pushed more growth into his cock. It eagerly bulged forward. The tear grew slightly. He was ripping his shorts apart using only his dick. His bulging, fat, hard as steel cock was tearing itself free of his shorts, little by little.

Another rip, and the zipper’s teeth started to give way. Marvin swallowed and licked his lips. He wanted to see this beast, He wanted to see it burst from its cage and witness the glory of it. He’d never seen anything so erotic in his life.

Another small rip and a flash of reddish pink skin shown through. The zipper refused to yield. The driver’s ever-growing cock swelled larger still. Another small tear, then another, and then a final rending of the brown fabric and his colossal cock spilled forth, having successfully ripped its way from his pants.

It was as glorious and beautiful as Marvin had imagined. The head was still cowled in a sheath of foreskin, and it glistened with precum. As he watched it emerge, the shaft seemed to swell and lengthen, as if its new freedom allowed it to realize its awesome potential all at once. The sheer size and girth of the shaft, thick as the bottle of beer in his hand, ripped the shorts apart and it throbbed and plumped and rose upwards, growing still, and now hardening into its ultimate erect perfection.

Frank fed his cock to grow fatter and longer, feeling the heat of it grow as it was engorged with blood. The veins pumped and throbbed, the foreskin retreated, and the plum of its head emerged glistening and shiny.

At last, Frank’s enormity achieved its designed majesty. Twelve inches tall, thicker than a man’s wrist, gleaming and throbbing.

“Did you enjoy that?” he asked his audience. Marvin nodded mutely. “Me, too,” the UPS driver agreed. “Think that’ll fit me?” he asked. Marvin shook his head. “No? Let’s give it a try, anyway. Why don’t you come over here and put it on me. I want your hands on my cock.”

Marvin’s bottle of beer dropped to the carpet and spilled its foaming contents. Frank pushed his pelvis forward, causing his enormous erection to stand straight up, the eye drooling precum as it pointed at the ceiling. He could feel an enormous supply of cream in his balls. He put his hands to the waist of his shorts and ripped them fully open with ease. His pelvis and groin were forested with a thick bush of dark curls. His individual scent sprang forth from his exposed groin, and he ripped the legs open so his balls could swell with their cargo.

Marvin ripped the packet open with his teeth and pulled out the small rubber hat. It looked ludicrous next to the towering majesty of the erection throbbing hotly before his eyes. He’d never seen a cock so big, or so beautiful.

Marvin placed the condom over the tip of Frank’s dick and started to slowly unroll it down his shaft. The condom’s bulbous end seemed to grip onto the head tightly and Marvin doubted it could contain the other man’s bulk. Beyond his view of the giant erection, all Marvin could see was furry muscle. Muscle everywhere. The UPS driver sat on his couch, breathing with cool, easy inhalations. He smelled like sex. Marvin wondered if the A/C was failing. He felt so hot.

Everything was going swimmingly, Frank thought, as he watched his old friend sheathing his amazing prick. God, it felt good to have another man’s hands on his body. A thick flow of precum erupted up the fat inches of his cock and into the reservoir tip of the XXL condom. He groaned and closed his eyes and bit his lip, trying harder than ever to contain the beast that roared inside him. His cock swelled thicker, visibly bulging and lengthening in a single sudden spurt, and another flow of clear honey bubbled from the piss slit.

Marvin slowly unrolled the condom down the rock hard cock. It was so fucking hot in his grip, and he could feel it swell whenever the UPS guy delivered a load of precum. He’d never seen anything like this. It was like the man’s balls were in overdrive. Precum was erupting like an orgasm. It was flowing almost constantly, inflating the tip of the rubber with thick honey.

“Oh, fuck,” the UPS guy moaned, slowly. It was almost a growl, a passionate plea. Marvin felt a thrill of sexual pleasure move through him, as if the words themselves had some special power. He grabbed the huge prick in his left hand, unable to fully encompass it in his single grip, now, and used his right to unfurl the condom to its limit. Several inches of cock were left exposed, down to its furry root. The man’s balls, huge and hairy, were moving and throbbing like living things. Fat veins wound up his cock and, as he held it, Marvin could’ve sworn he felt it growing bigger still.

“Stroke me,” the man said. His eyes were on fire. He was looking at Marvin like his next meal, and he was a starving man.

Marvin did so, happily. The UPS man’s reaction was instantaneous. His cock swelled even larger. How that was possible, Mason didn’t question. It swelled in his grip, he could feel it growing, pushing his hand wider. He worshiped the huge manhood with reverent attention, slowly caressing its hot surface, grasping it in his hands, rubbing the mushroom cap’s flaring lip, the spongy head, the enticingly lickable dent running along the helmet’s underside.

It gushed happily, filling the rubber sheath with clear precum. Then the man sucked in a breath and squeezed his eyes shut and the dick swelled bigger still. Marvin could feel the fat rush of cream erupting up the tall shaft and watched a flood of white cum mix into the clear pre. He shot once, twice, three times, four, five, on and on, filling the rubber’s reservoir like a water balloon.

Again and again, flood after flood, an endless tide of hot cream came from the spouting tip until the rubber was filled, but still he came. “Fuck,” he moaned, “oh, fuck, so good.”

Marvin kept stroking. The cock kept erupting. A pint of heavy hot cream filled the rubber sock, bigger and bigger, tighter and tighter, and suddenly it burst, showering its load over the two men, the couch, the carpet, the walls and the ceiling.

And still he came. The unsheathed cock was fountaining fat spurts of hot cream. Marvin’s face and arms were coated in warm wetness. He opened his mouth and applied it to the man’s incredible prick and swallowed in greedy gulps.

“Oh, fuck,” Frank said, realizing what had happened, and that now it was too late.

Marvin was already growing, starting on his path to The Brotherhood.

[dimarvalc]

Oh, WOW! AKA...

This was GREAT!

Thanks for posting this. It was really unexpected and it was really fun to read it. Not to mention HOT AS HELL!!!!!!! Damn it! Now I need to read the other ones. It seems I've been missing a lot of good writing lately!

Keep it going. Out of sequence, but so right in many ways

dimarvalc

[artwork314]

hot hot hot.
this series is so classic. i don't know how you keep it so exciting.
kudos.