Muscle transfer story

[shepard1230]

I an looking for a story were this guy meets this guy who is slightly smaller thab him, but the small guy dominates him anyways, so one day he hears about a machine that transfers hieght and wieght from oje person to another, so the bigger guy transgers some of his mass to the other guy so he is then dominate in every way. Even later in the story he gets him to transfer even more mass..... Anyone know it???

[RyBearATL]

is it this one?



Transformation
by RUNTNYC



Opening:

As I woke, groggy and with a sore back from the awkward angle at which I had slept, I tried to remind myself that this had all really been my idea, and that it was the culmination of years of fantasy. As I thrust my hand through the dense forest of my husband's pubic hair, my other arm draped over his giant cock, I tried to sit up. Laying next to a soft dick that was much longer than I was tall, it was hard to believe that I had once been only been two inches shorter than the man to which it was attached, but time and technology have ways of making the impossible reality. This is my story, the story of my transformation into a crotch attendant.

Eric's Tale:

It all began five years ago when Juan and I met in a seedy little bar in Chelsea, not too far from his aunt's apartment in which he was residing. While he wasn't the most impressive man at Cracks, he had a certain innocent cuteness that when combined with his sparkling green eyes and welcoming smile, warmed you up when he looked at you. His hair wild and somewhat unkempt was dark brown and of medium length, not the standard Chelsea boy clone look, but not past his shoulders either. Possibly ten or fifteen pounds heavier than he ought to have been, his boyish affectations and youthful vigor compensated nicely. One area which particularly whetted my interest was the tight rainbow spandex biker shorts the young man was wearing, and the extraordinarily large basket contained therein. If the outline was to be believed, the guy could put a Shetland pony to shame.

I smiled as I stared intently at the younger man. He looked to be about 23, maybe a year or two older or younger, but certainly under my own 34. After a few minutes of watching, taking in the young man's beauty, Juan looked up and caught my stares. Following ten minutes of making and breaking eye contact and shy smiles, I walked over and introduced myself. After a few minutes of conversation, I learned that the fair skinned smooth boy he had been admiring was named Juan, Juan del Aguila to be exact. The conversation was easy and we found several areas of mutual interest, especially in sexual realms. While I was a dedicated bottom, I found out much to my pleasure that Juan identified himself as total top. Considering his huge package, I could only imagine being on the receiving end of Juan's ministrations.

After a half hour of bar conversation and two Coronas, we finally retreated to the dark recesses of the back of the bar there we sat on the bench against a pitch black wall. As Juan took his place to my right, he leaned over and kissed me full on the mouth, his breath smelling strongly of beer, a rather intoxicating smell, his thick tongue penetrating deep almost touching my tonsils. Starting to get really hot and heavy myself, I reached around Juan's slightly doughy waist as Juan's arms pushed me flush against the wall as he continued his oral assault. I got hard as a rock as Juan continued to probe deep into mouth. I reached down to place my delicate fingers on Juan's expanding meat. I couldn't believe what I was feeling. Whereas most men sporting large baskets are big, Juan was enormous. His cock was already at least 8 inches and he wasn't even fully hard and was still rapidly expanding. I could tell from my initial exploration that the penis was uncut, which was exciting. All of my hottest experiences had been with men au natural. There was just something compelling in the overhang, the soft, tender foreskin, shielding the penis from wear and tear. It may be my imagination, but uncut always tasted so much fresher, so much more masculine than circumcised meat. I continued to manipulate the shaft with nimble fingers, stroking up and down, while massaging its expanding girth with my fingertips. Under my deft touch, the horsecock grew, lengthening steadily as it tumesced. As it hardened, the bicycle shorts tented, the rainbow stripes ballooning obscenely. As the dick passed the one foot mark with the width of a beer can., I realized that Juan was dribbling a strong stream of pre-cum through his pants. I couldn't help myself. Against my better judgment, hell against all reason and judgment, I rubbed my finger on the wet spot and raised it to my face. Pulling my mouth back from his insistent probe, I tasted his salty offering and I managed to get out, "Hey, Juan, maybe we'd better go back to my place...," Juan just looked at me and leered. "Maybe you're right, looks like I'm leaking." I was shocked as he stood up and pulled me to my feet. He couldn't intend to walk out with a huge wet erection clearly showing through his tight shorts, surely he couldn't. He did.

"If you've got it, flaunt it," he sneered at me. "I'm hung like a horse, I have one of the largest dicks in New York City and I want people to see it. Worked on you, didn't it, size queen?" he laughed. "You coming or not, chicken?" Horny as I was, I wasn't in the mindset to care about propriety. If he wanted to show off, who was I to stop him. This was but the first time in a long pattern of Juan acting out his cocky machismo. I followed him out and we headed out towards the Subway. As we departed the bar, almost each and every eye in the bar stared at his endowment as he pranced to the front door. He smirked and pulled me along behind him, my face showing the conflicting emotions of embarrassment at his brazen behavior and lust. The stares considered as we took the train uptown to my small efficiency apartment. Men and women alike could not believe what they were seeing. It was awkward, and yet titillating at the same time.

Upon finally arriving at my apartment, we rushed to the bedroom, sex on our minds. Juan followed me back to the bedroom where he shoved me down onto the bed, crawling on top. He quickly got hard again and commenced to grind his organ into my body, holding me down all the while. Outweighing me by at least 30 lbs, he again forced his tongue into my mouth. The sensation was overwhelming and my hormones raged. I wasn't certain I had been thinking clearly since I saw his angelic face and massive bulge. After a few minutes of making out as he leaked his love juice all over my good khakis, he stood up and pulled me up off the bed, shoving me down on my knees before him.

If it had felt big rubbing against me, it certainly looked even larger face to phallus. At his command, I began to lick the throbbing erection through his clothes as it strained to be freed from confinement. He looked so hot looming over me, with a permanent sneer on his sweet features. As I finally obtained permission to pull the bicycle pants down, I was faced with an extraordinarily hairy bush with an immense cock rising before my face like a serpent, dripping and oozing as the piss slit opened and closed as he made it bob. Helpless to resist, I began to lick the large rod up and down, trying to get the head into my mouth, but failing due to its sheer size. The head had to be as big as an apple. I slobbered over the dick like a giant lollipop, alternating between treating it like an ice cream cone and a thick straw. As I manipulated his nuts and he used his hands to wipe my face over his groin, I felt him tighten and suddenly was witness to what I can only describe as a human geyser. He spurted shot after shot of thick, dense cum all over me, all over my bed, my floor, onto my face and into my hair. His load was as mighty as his dick. Without any contact, my dick, which had been hard as a rock throughout this entire episode also erupted, leaving a dark blot on my pants, surrounded by patches of his white remnants. After hosing me down with semen, he wiped his dick over my face and smiled down at me. "You look like a cum-rag, you little size queen, you," he said half jesting. Content and feeling rather drained, I rose to full height and tried to kiss him, but was pushed away. "You just had dick all over your mouth, puta. I ain't kissing you right now. Go brush your teeth and gargle." I was shocked. What kind of macho asshole had I picked up. As I did as he bade and dutifully cleaned out my mouth, I left his cum on my body to dry as a memento of his incredible orgasm. He gave me his signature smirk as I lay down in bed next to him and lay my head on his shoulder. He reached over and held me close as we drifted off into a peaceful rest.

When we awoke, our real relationship began. After some conversation, I realized my attraction to him was predominately sexual and not terribly rational. He was obsessed with his dick as only a man with a foot long cock could be, and his mores were frightfully archaic. His notions of how men interacted within a relationship were appalling, but one look at his mammoth dick quieted my objections and kept me meek and submissive to him. I couldn't believe that I, a Senior Copy Editor at a major publishing house was obeying some street hoodlum I found in a dive bar, but there I was. It was obvious that he possessed some hold over me. Throughout the next few months, I saw him regularly and was graced with his macho presence on a regular basis at my apartment. Whenever his aunt and he were fighting, or whenever he couldn't find anyone else to slurp on his big log, he came calling, often arriving before I got home and waiting outside. I finally gave in and gave him a set of keys, whereupon I found him coming in at all hours to have me service him. He seemed to find a side of me I hadn't realized existed. I had always been a bottom, but I had always seen myself as intellect, an equal in a relationship, not some punk's boy. His rough attitude and domineering ways were degrading and yet strangely fulfilling. His commentary as I paid homage to his mighty dick continued to turn me on in ways I had not imagined. "Suck it, lick it you bitch, you know you want to eat my load." In this age of safe sex, I had succumbed. Me, a guy who never would do anything unsafe was eating Puerto Rican cum night after night, from a guy who was a complete tom cat, spraying his oats wherever and whenever he felt like it, and I was enjoying every minute of it. I loved to look up into his deep green eyes, watching them view me with condescension and arrogance, despite the fact that it sent me into deep fits of psychoanalytic distress when disconnected from his presence, not that this stopped him from being the recurrent subject of every masturbatory fantasy. Juan, unemployed vagabond, was my life, like it or not.

Ten months after we met, our routine of submission and worship firmly established, he brusquely informed me that he was moving in. "I can't deal with the bitch anymore. She's cramping my style. Besides, you want more access to the boss, don't you, pussy?" he taunted. Much as I tried to force myself to say no, I succumbed. I just meekly nodded my head replying, "Sure Juan, whatever works for you." That night, we took our sexual relations to a new level as he stretched my ass beyond its wildest boundaries. It took him the better part of two hours to slowly manipulate my hole, but with grit and determination and sheer shoving and force, he managed to force his meat up into my small intestine, completely filling the large intestine. It was such a feeling of helplessness and complete control that I could not imagine him possessing me more completely. If I only knew then where our relationship would go, but at that point technology had not progressed to the point it is today. Anal sex, while enjoyable for us both, never became a staple of our sex life as it embodied too much work. I did eventually learn to suck on his entire dick-head, though I never managed to deep throat him like he felt he was entitled to be sucked. He continued his standard ways, never aspiring to do anything with himself, occasionally allowing himself to be photographed for some porno magazine or video, always talking big about projects, but never following through. The only follow-through I ever witnessed was his grit and determination in bending me completely to his will.

As I had always been into taller men, I had often fantasized about Juan being taller. Purchasing him big black boots could add an inch or even two to his height, but never placed him among the pillars of tall men into which I longed to see him. With his remarkable ability to keep me completely rapt with lust and attention, I could only fantasize as to the power he would display as a larger man. I had limited success in keeping him on a work-out regimen, as his lack of discipline continued in this area as well. I always tried to push him to be like his brothers, both of whom had gone on to have successful careers, to support themselves and distinguish their family name, but Juan, he had no interest in work, he only wanted sex and to show off his enormous endowment.

We had been in our "relationship" for about a year when the first articles appeared in the paper about the transformation experiments. I, like many macrophiles read the stories with rapt fascination. Machines that could convert mass from one body and install it on another. This could be the answer to my dreams.

I followed the coverage of the technology intensely over the next three years. It was beyond my budget initially and with Juan freely spending "our" money, it was near impossible for me to save up the cash to try it, until I confessed to him that I wanted us to try a transfer. The talk shows, Ricki, Sally, Springer, they all had episodes where people had gone wild with the mass transfer process. While I watched each with voyeuristic interest, I could not stop fetishisizing about Juan, towering over me, huge, powerful, more dominant than ever. While my rational mind screamed that this was exactly what I did not need, my hormones ruled the day and I continued to be consumed with my fantasies. After repeated discussions on the topic, Juan begin to find the idea appealing as well, especially as I had been less forthcoming with submission and money as of late. He got off on talking about how big he would be and how I would have to obey him. He liked to tell me how much larger his dick would seem from my new perspective and I could swear his loads were larger when our sex talk drifted into these realms.

When we finally had saved up enough funds for a fifty-five pound transfer, the minimum level shift, we celebrated with a night of impassioned sex, followed by Juan donning a cock ring and keeping his erect cock up my sore ass all night long. When the morning of our appointment arrived, I was giddy with anticipation, yet terrified as to what my colleagues and friends would think.of my reduced frame. None of my formerly close friends had liked Juan and their continuing disapproval had helped drive us apart. At this point, I had relatively few confidants and spent most of my time working and servicing Juan. He, however, hung out with a bad element, abusing drugs, carousing all night, having sex with god only knows how many people. I implored him to get himself under control, found him job after job after job, only to witness him get fired countless times. His brothers, his aunt, his entire family all worked with me, who despite their revulsion that I was gay, they felt was a fairly positive influence on their wayward relative. Juan, however, had his own ideas, and in retrospect, much as the transformations have fulfilled many sexual fantasies, they also upset our delicate power balance, and helped spiral us both towards poverty and despair.

The actual procedure was painless. As we stood in adjoining compartments in fifteen foot modern telephone booth like chambers, electrodes and needles attached, we were sedated and the machine turned on. When we were revived, I was five inches shorter and a good bit thinner. My old 5'7", 150 lb frame was now a mere 5'2" and I was a waif, only a 100 lbs, just a bit stronger than the traditional 98 lb weakling referenced in all of the Charles Atlas ads. If I was the weakling, Juan was now the bully. He had swelled from 5'9" and 200 lbs, a good bit of which was muscle at this point to 6'3" and a more solid 240 lbs, the extra weight being absorbed in his height increase. I felt queasy and weak as I was helped from the machine. My sense of being small heightened by the fact that the short nurse who had helped me into the booth was now two inches taller than me, instead of the three inches shorter she had been when I entered. As Juan came over to stand next to me, and his beefy hand clamped down on my thin shoulder. "Eric, you little runt. You're smaller than ever. You were so right that we should do this. I just hope we can save up for another procedure quickly. I feel huge!" he boomed as he shoved me towards the dressing room. We were both provided new sweat pant outfits which would fit our new sizes as our old clothes no longer were appropriately sized. As we left the medical complex and hailed a taxi to go home, Juan pulled me close to him, my small frame against his hulking mass. "We should have done this a long time ago, right, runt?" Without waiting for my assent, he took his big hands and moved my head up and down as he mocked me, saying "Yes, Master" in a higher pitched voice. He laughed at his joke and as the taxi came over, opened the door and shoved me inside. The entire ride home, he leered at me, taking in my small frame and looking at me like a cat views a mouse it intends to eat. He kept prodding me, poking me with his now oversized paws. I was both scared and extremely turned on at the same time. I just kept wondering, what have I done?

When we arrived back at our apartment, Juan picked me up and held me tight to his upper torso as we rode up in the elevator. As usual, he had his big old tongue deep in my mouth and I began to suck on it like he always wanted me to. When we reached the ninth floor and the door opened up, he continued to hold me as he fumbled with his keys. I could not believe how big and strong he had become. He had never been able to hold me up for long, but now, now he could hold me for long periods. It was as if I was as light as a feather. When I asked him to let me down he just laughed and said, "Shut up, pussy." He got the door open quickly and took me back to the bedroom, throwing me onto the bed with surprising force. It was shocking how much more aggressive he had become with his new size. The Juan I knew and found entrancing was magnified, bigger, stronger, more macho and demanding than ever. I lay on the bed looking up at him as he took of his sweatshirt revealing a chest better developed that I had ever seen on his husky frame before. The transformation had certainly affected us differently. My limited muscle mass was almost entirely depleted and I looked like a smaller male version of Kate Moss, albeit slightly hairier, but he had become a hulking beast. Big, demanding and powerful, he could almost make his enlarged pecs dance. His arms, previously big, but not overwhelmingly large were now as large as grapefruits and I could see that his dick had been magnified as well, the sweat pants hardly concealing anything about his horsemeat. He stripped off the pants and adjusted his boxers so that his monster cock came out through the front flap. He snapped his fingers and gestured to the floor beneath him, not even deigning to order me around. I complied immediately, down on the floor in an instant.

As I looked up at my lover, I had to put pillows under my knees to permit me access to his erection. His dick was easily over 14 inches at this point As always, I licked and sucked on the loose skin up and down his huge rod. I lapped the freely flowing pre-cum from the top then dove down to his big balls taking them into my mouth one at a time, a difficult feat given their swollen size. I was able to get my tongue into his foreskin and lick around as his foreskin always hooded his dick even when fully erect. Juan smiled at my efforts and worked his dick with his hands ordering me to stay put. Soon the telltale signs of impending orgasm were evident and he came, shooting all over my face, much like our initial sexual experience. As he wiped his softening penis all over my face, rubbing the jism into my skin, he cupped my head and made me look up to him. "You were right, I do like us better at this size, but I've got to train you to eat my meat better. You're such a small little cock-sucker these days. If you don't improve pretty quickly, I'm going to have to find someone else to suck it for you, got it, runt?" "Yes, Sir." I responded without hesitation.

That night as I lay next to him, his big hands holding me flush against his new expanded body, I felt more content and submissive than I ever had before. Our sexual sessions over the next few weeks was amazing. Juan made me into his servant, feeling free to take liberties he had never dared before. His low-life loser friends were now free to come and go in our apartment, with the result that much of my prized possessions were stolen and hocked at pawn shops throughout the city to support their drug habits. Whenever I challenged Juan about this, he just smacked me around, becoming more ready to resort to physical intimidation. I meekly accepted this as I was still addicted to him. Sex became increasingly about domination, with him becoming more forceful and controlling. I became well versed in obedience and accustomed to being used like a teddy-Eric every night, as well as cleaning parts of his body upon command. While it was kinky and satisfying, his increasing demands slowly began to impede into my work. As I was on a leave of absence turning in my copy from home via modem, my co-workers did not know of my reduction, and nor would they if I had anything to say about it. Juan did not care for my work, but knew that it was the only cash-cow bringing money into our lives. Despite my increasing absorption into this destructive romance, I was actually turning in quality work and found myself the surprise recipient of a raise. Not that I got to use any of the money or even see it. With his new size, Juan asserted himself in many new areas and control over our checkbook was one of them. Despite his profligate ways, he was very eager to get bigger, especially as he now towered over his friends, most of whom were only in the area just under 6 ft, and as he saw how malleable my new size had made me to his whims and desires.

In retrospect, this raise, while helpful and a big ego-boost, was the beginning of my downfall. With it, we were able to put more money aside for yet another transformation session. As a year and half after the raise, we had set enough money aside for the next session. Juan positively beamed the morning we got up and began to get ready for the next step.

When we arrived at the center for the procedure, I learned that Juan had been particularly resourceful. He had negotiated a special rate, surprising as I never had seemed to give him credit for striking a bargain. We were to transfer 75 lbs. I was frightened as I would be decreasing to 25 lbs and a mere foot in height, smaller than his cock, he was slated to grow another foot in size while adding muscularity. He looked as eager as I had ever seen him before as we entered our chambers and were connected. Upon awakening, I was extremely disoriented and terrified as the assistant, who had been tall and slender before the procedure now was a towering giant, over five times my size. I backed up into the booth as he coaxed me out treating me as if I were a small, timid child. Juan, not nearly so overcome as I, bounded out his heavy weight making booming sounds as he walked over towards me.

Juan was huge, enormous, mighty beyond any hope I had ever had. While I knew he would be immense, an actual giant who would soon have me completely under his control, I had not truly been prepared for just how large he would become. I didn't even come up to his knee. He was immense. His musculature was vast and he stood 7'2" in height. At one foot and tiny, I could not even reach my arms around his vast calf muscles. He laughed as he pushed me around with his feet, amused at my inability to get away from him. He got me up on top of his feet and lifted me off the ground as I struggled to maintain my balance on his rising foot while grabbing as far around his lower leg as I could. He smirked his usual look at me and picked me up with one hand as he carried me to the changing room for our new sweats. "Thanks" he told the medical assistant as I shivered in his massive paw. He set me on the table before the mirror while he stood naked and large before me. "You're so tiny" he boomed at me. "This is great. Just wait till Weed and Boozer see you." I shook with terror at the prospect of his worthless, crack-head friends being giants to me as well, especially as I knew Juan got off on seeing them toy with me, knowing that I was very scared and resentful of them already. "I should let Weed piss on you, like he suggested yesterday. You always were curious about golden showers, right? Well, now it would be a real shower," he said as he laughed at his own humor. I just couldn't believe how vast and huge he was in comparison to me. He was a living, breathing giant. My fantasy made reality, and his ever amazing dick now hanging out, clearly visible, his glorious foreskin radiant and his bush covering his entire lower stomach. He stepped forth, his cock swinging as he approached the table, clearly higher than the low level at which the mirror stood. "Grab aboard, runt", he commanded. "You're going to ride my dick for the rest of our relationship. Got that, runt? And you better work hard to keep me happy, you're not in any position to look down your fucking nose at me now, are you? Almost smaller than my soft cock!!" he cackled. His dick was 11 inches soft, possibly larger. It was almost as big as I was, and I knew when hard it would dwarf me. I quivered with fear as I reach around it. It was hot and pulsing as his blood was starting to fill it. Already it was thicker than Juan had been around the waist when I first met him. I grabbed on and held on for dear life as his meaty organ swayed left and right as Juan moved towards his new XXXXL sweats. He laughed as I held on even tighter as he scratched his hairy nuts. Chucking as he pulled on the size 38 Calvin Klein briefs he had specifically requested, paid for by my hard earned cash no doubt, I found myself encased in a tight area, his phallus as my sleeping mate and his pubic jungle as my bed. The musky aroma was intoxicating and my tiny little penis was hard as a rock as I ground it into his mega dick. I definitely could, and would get used to this, though I despaired as to how I would ever convince Juan to let me get my work done.

[shepard1230]

Yes it is, thank you!!!