Paradise

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Joey woke up, not having the slightest clue whatsoever as to where the hell he was. He was content to simply lay back on this sinfully comfortable, warm bed, and just relax. Joey had no idea how he'd gotten here either, but he really wasn't complaining. He just had no desire at all to move.

His bliss, however, was not everlasting. After simply laying in bed for what unkindly felt like about three minutes, he heard a voice above him somewhere.

"So, still asleep are ya?"

Joey had no desire to answer. Part of his brain wondered if he was drugged, because he normally was not this sleepy, and answered any question he was given. Unfortunatly for him, that was not the part of his brain in control, so he just continued to lay there, mute.

"Figured..."

Joey felt a needle pierce his skin, and when he still made no movement, the suspicious part of his brain knew that there was something wrong. The needle emptied into him, and after about a minute of continued bliss, he stopped being so sleepy. He sat up and looked around. Whoever had spoken to him was gone now, leaving him alone in this cell-like room. There was the incredibly comfortable bed, a door, and lamp. Nothing more.

Joey stood up, noticing while he did so that he was completely naked, which seriously embarrassed him, as he knew that there was no chance that there weren't cameras in this room. He put one hand over his privates, and walked to the door, where he was not surprised to find it locked.

He sighed, "Wonder what the hell this is about." He muttered to himself as he walked back towards the bed. He sat on it, and given that he really had no choice in the matter, stopped hiding the fact that he was naked, exposing his average dick and balls to the free air.

Normally he'd be scared in a situation like this, where he had no idea where he was or how he had gotten there, but Joey at least thought things through. Scared or not, he was here anyways, and there didn't seem to be any chance of escape, so why be afraid if you can help it? He hummed music, to distract himself from the fear welling up deep inside of him.

The door opened suddenly, and Joey stood up, covering his cock and balls with his hand out of instinct. A man in a white lab coat walked in and smiled at him. Joey instantly relaxed, but he kept a hand over his crotch just to be safe. There was something about this man's friendly, smiling face that put him instantly at ease.

It wasn't hard to notice that the doctor absolutely had to work out like a beast whenever he wasn't working wherever they were. His lab coat was huge, but it had to be to hold a man as huge as he was. His upper arms completely filled the upper portion of the sleeve, and even through the coat Joey could see some of the incredible definition in the man's arms. His pecs forced themselves outward from his chest, arrogantly pushing the lab coat out far enough from the front of his body that it almost looked like a table. Joey had no doubt that this man would have trouble seeing the rest of his body if he looked down, simply because his huge pecs blocked the view. Except maybe his cock, which was, although Joey couldn't see it clearly through the material, obviously exceptional. His thighs filled his pants to bursting, and his face topped it off. The guy looked like he couldn't be a minute older than 21 years old. He was a latino obviously, from the tone of his skin and his black hair and dark eyes, but he was also the sexiest latino that Joey had ever seen. His white teeth stood out perfectly from his dark brown, perfect skin. His black, curly hair was cut short, and he had an impressive 5 o'clock shadow around his perfect face. The man was absurdly sexy, the kind of man who would put Mr. Olympia to shame, while having the face and dick of the best male model in the world. Joey's dick immediatly, and obviously, hardened fully under his hand.

The man grinned, and said to him, "There's no need to cover that up. I get that reaction alot. My name's Miguel, and i bet you're wondering what the hell you're doing here."

Joey nodded, and the simple tone of Miguel's reassuring voice brought his hand away from his dick, exposing it's hardness to anyone who cared to look. He simply couldn't take his eyes off this man. Quite a large part of him wanted to put his hand back on his dick and start stroking, but he wasn't prepared to go quite that far... not while Miguel was looking anyways.

"Simply put, you are in essence a guinea pig. I know putting it that way sounds cruel, and i assure you it is not. I'm one of the first people who was tested you know, and now here I am, working to continue the testing."

Joey finally found the courage to unglue his tongue, "Yeah but what is it you're testing?"

"In essence it's a combonation of a muscle-enhancement formula the military has been using, and a sort of fountain of youth. Guess how old i am?"

Joey guessed, "21?"

"Try tripling that. I only look 21 because of the formula, but I'm actually 64."

Joey gaped at the man, who didn't look like he could possibly be 64, but if what he'd said was true, then of course it was possible. Duh, he thought to himself, he just said that he was 64 and that the formula made him look younger, so of course he doesn't look like he's 64. All that thinking didn't stop him from wondering how it was possible though.

"But if it's a fountain of youth thing, then why am i here? I'm only 15. Are you trying to make me younger?" Joey thought in horror of having to start puberty again if he was going to be shrunk.

"Well no. See it actually happens by us injecting a sort of template into a person. That template overrides your genes for age, and muscularity and sort of bootstraps itself in, but it leaves the rest of your genes alone. Of course, everyone doesn't end up the same height and weight, but it's reasonably close, and the rest of your genes determine how you grow when you lift weights, even after you've grown from the formula. That's why we're all muscular and look like we're 21 years old. It's because the template makes us look that way, but the rest of our genes are in place, which is why I'm latino, Antonio is italian, Brandon is black, and so on and so forth. You aren't the first person we've tested who is younger than the age that the rest of us are, but the first person came through perfectly and we want to see if it works well on everyone. That's where you come in.

Joey stared at the man. He'd understood almost half of what Miguel had said, but he at least comprehended the most important things like if he took the formula then he'd become a 21 year old muscleman. He really didn't care about the rest of whatever Miguel had said. If all he'd said was 'We're going to make you a muscular man.' Then that would have been enough to hook him!

"So, whaddaya think?" Miguel asked, "Do you wanna do this?"

"Hell yes!"



Miguel led Joey into another room, this one with a ominous looking machine in the center of it. Joey grinned. It looked like the wierd machine from that story by Callmecrazy on the Evolution Forum. Of course, he wasn't supposed to be on the forum at under 18, but that hadn't stopped him before.

There was a large glass tube in the heart of the machine, easily big enough to hold two men comfortably. The tube was surrounded by other wires and there were other tubes that entered the glass one in the center. He assumed, correctly that he was supposed to get into the big tube. Miguel nodded when he
gestured at it and Joey got in it. He entered the tube and heard Miguel's voice from a speaker somewhere inside.

"Dont be afraid, but the other tubes are going to attach to you."

As soon as he said that, the tubes inside the main chamber attached to his body. One to each leg, each arm, and one to his chest. He looked at them apprehensively, as they were as thick as two fingers in diameter.

"Those are for the muscle mass you're going to be gaining. You're going to gain weight in muscle mass, and that mass has to come from somewhere, so we inject it straight into your bloodstream with these. I know they look big, but that's to get the growth over with quickly because i wont lie to you, it's painful. Knowing that do you still want to procede?"

Joey nodded. He didn't care if it hurt if it gave him a body like Miguel's.

"Ok. I'm starting the procedure."

Through the tube into his right leg a small amount of a purple fluid entered his leg, which began to burn immediately. It hurt, but Joey gritted his teeth and attempted to ignore it.

"That's the template. We have to wait a minute for it to circulate to the rest of your body before we can actually start the growth."

It was probably the longest minute of his life. The fire in his leg, spread up into his dick, up his abs, chest, arms and even into his head. It was like being forced to stay in a campfire even as he slowly started burning.

"Ok, here we go." He heard Miguel say

Blue fluid rushed into his body from the tubes. Joey grunted as the fluid entered him in five places. He felt, rather than saw, his body starting to swell. He really didn't care about the muscle growing along his body at the moment. He suddenly understood what Miguel had said. He really did want this over with quickly. Through the pain though it was impossible not to notice some things, like how his thighs forced each other outwards, forcing him to adopt a wider stance. How his back thickened and widened, forcing his arms out wider. How it was getting difficult to look down over growing pecs. How his body itched as hair grew in. All those were easily ignored however at the pain. He screamed as his bones lengthened, and the muscle fluid just kept pouring in.

The growth had only taken another minute, but it had felt longer than that when it abruptly halted. The door of the chamber opened and Joey staggered out, unaccustomed to walking with massive thighs. He looked up, panting and saw Miguel slowly stroking his thick, uncut, latin cock and staring at Joey. Miguel walked over and pulled one of Joey's thick arms around his shoulder.

"Tired eh? I know that transformation takes alot out of you." Joey nodded, still staring at Miguel's thick dick. It wasn't hard for Miguel to notice this.

"Sorry but the transformation is pretty hot to watch, even if it's not so fun to experience."

Joey managed to gasp through his panting, "Are you... gay?"

Surprise filled Miguel's face, before he laughed suddenly. Joey looked at Miguel in confusion.

"GAY?! Of course we're all gay! That's the one prerequisite for the transformation you know. I can't believe I left that out. You have to be gay or the transformation won't work!"

Joey stared at Miguel, who was laughing so hard tears fell out of his eyes, and despite being riddled with residual pain (which was quickly ebbing), felt like the happiest gay guy on Earth.

"How many people have had this?" Joey asked, not panting as much anymore.

"About 100 now. We try to keep it relatively quiet, but it's hard to do so with a hundred 21 year old horny musclemen in one place."

"In one place? So we don't leave here?"

Miguel smiled at Joey. "You can anytime you want."

It took Joey only a moment to understand. "Yeah i wouldn't want to leave either. Not with 'a hundred 21 year old horny musclemen in one place.'"

Miguel slapped his hand on Joey's newly broad back. "Now you're getting it."

"Another question: Why, if you're latino, do you not have a spanish accent?"

"Because my parents were latino but i was raised in the US. After a while you lose your accent when you dont use it in school." Miguel continued, "Look you're probably exhausted. I was when I transformed. Just let me take you to a room and you can rest up a bit before you meet the rest of the guys."

Joey nodded. He let Miguel practically carry him to a much nicer room than the one he'd previously been in, lay him down on a bed, and he was sleeping the moment that his head touched the pillow.



Joey woke up, energized. He noticed that he was sleeping naked on top of the sheets but didnt care at all. He sat up and stood up, marveling at how abnormally easy it was. Normally standing up really wasn't much of an exertion, but people usually do get tired of it after a few hours. Joey instinctively knew that he wouldn't. He jogged into a private bathroom, noting that the room he was in looked more like a hotel suite than anything, complete with a balcony overlooking some ocean from atop a cliff, although he still didn't know where he was.

Joey stared at his new self in the mirror. He was huge, easily 6'1" tall and he couldnt be a pound less than 300, which he quickly confirmed on the scale in the bathroom. His chest was absurdly huge, like two massive dinner plates had been grafted onto his torso, and adorned with a half-dollar sized nipple. The crevice between his pecs looked deep enough to lose things in, although he knew that was an exaggeration. His pecs were covered in hair, but because they were so huge, they spread out the hair, making him look less hairy than he was. His abs were covered with the same hair, which was much thicker over his 8-pack, although the bricks of his abs were still clearly visible under the brown hairs. This gaze led him down to his cock, which hung at least half-way down his tree-trunk thighs. He'd noticed that it was hard to walk, and gazing at his thighs gave him a shrewd idea why. His calves looked as though someone had shoved a football under them. He looked up again, this time at his arms which hung out of bowling ball sized shoulders. His guns had to be at least 24 inches around, if not bigger. He went into a double-bicep pose and stared at the proud peak which stood up from his arms. Veins covered his biceps and his forearms, which were absurdly thick as well, even at the wrist. Last, but not least, he stared at his face. His brown eyes somehow had more of a luster, a shine than previously. His face was covered with brown shadow, and he noticed that he really needed a haircut.

Joey grinned at the man, and the man in the mirror grinned back at him. He swaggered back into the main room, even though there was a seperate room with a TV, a sofabed and a computer. Joey doubted that he'd use the TV and computer but he had to marvel at the computer. Before his transformation, he would have been astounded at the quality of it, but now he really had no desire to use it. He looked around but found nothing that even looked like a dresser with clothes in it, so he shrugged and walked to the door. There was a note pinned there.


Hey!

Welcome to the community! I'm Antonio and since our rooms are across the hall from each other, they asked me to give you a bit of an explanation, but i really didn't want to wake you up. The rooms are private and are set up to allow access when it scans your hand. We've already put in your fingerprints so if you want to get into your room, just put your hand on the panel next to the door and it'll open up. If you wanna know more, just come across the hall. I'll be in my room until 6 tonight. There's a clock next to the bed if you dont know the time.

Antonio


Joey read the note, and looked at the clock. It was only 3 in the afternoon so he walked out of his room, into a carpeted hall which looked like nothing more than a hotel hallway, with rooms stretching along it. He walked across the hall and knocked. He heard feet moving and the door opened.

Antonio was the epitome of an italian hunk. Joey had just undergone his transformation and therefore hadn't had an opportunity to work out and grow any more. Judging by Antonio, he had only recently arrived too, but to Joey he looked like nothing less than perfection. Joey had a fair amount of brown body hair, but Antonio's pelt put his to shame. Antonio's chest was covered in about twice the black hair as Joey's was in brown, and it only continued down Antonio's abs, surrounded an impressive cock, and covered his legs as well. Antonio's short hair was curly and he had, like every man here apparently, an impressive black 5 o'clock shadow around his mouth. His muscles were about the same size as Joey's, but his body practically screamed 'HUNK' to Joey.

Joey stared, open mouthed at Antonio and Joey could feel his dick harden as he stared. Antonio only grinned.

"Hey man i was wondering when you'd wake up." Like Miguel, despite Antonio's obviously italian heritage, he had no discernable italian accent.

"Joe isn't it? Come on in!"

"It's Joey." Joey muttered and followed the italian stallion into his room. It was physically the same as Joey's room, but there were the unmistakable scents of man, sweat and a fair amount of cum in the room that only aroused Joey further.

"Ah ok Joey. I'm Antonio, and it looks like we're the next best thing to roommates! I suppose you want to ask a few questions?"

Joey shook himself, nodded, and asked "Are there any clothes?"

"Why would you want them? We're in a tropical paradise, the room temperatures are perminantly set to 80 so they're never cold, and all you'd be doing is covering up that glorious bod."

Joey couldn't argue his logic.

"Where are we?"

"We are on a nice small island in the south pacific. It's owned by Dave, who had the origional idea for this growth. He's actually only 30 but he's probably the richest person in the world. Inheritance you know. 'Course he doesn't look like he's 30 since he got transformed too. You'll meet him later. He was the first guy to be transformed and is the biggest of us because of it, although Miguel, the doc, is almost as big. Nobody comes here unless they're delivering food or bringing another person here to be transformed, and then they only see the front, where they see a massive resort for 'The rich and famous,' which explains why they've never met anyone who's been in here. The private beach is on the back side, which is in a little cove and cant be seen from the outside. We've got everything here. An AWESOME weight room, all the food you could possibly eat, none of it junk food either so you can grow more. You name it, we've got it."

Joey laughed. "Well that answers pretty much all my questions, but ive got another one. How old are you really?"

Antonio smiled, "I'm 16. I was the first guy they tested the formula on who wasn't over 21, and you're the second."

Joey grinned at Antonio. It didn't seem possible that a 16 year old could have that kind of body, but then, he was living proof that it was indeed possible himself.

Joey couldn't resist anymore. He reached forward and kissed Antonio on the mouth passionatly. He loved the feeling of Antonio's rough facial hair against his own, which told him beyond a doubt that he was kissing a man, and that he loved every second of it. They broke off the kiss after about a minute and Joey muttered,

"God I've wanted to do that since i saw you. You're so hot."

Antonio grinned and muttered, "So are you." Then Antonio beckoned Joey to follow him. "I want you to meet someone."

Joey walked into Antonio's bedroom and saw in bed, what had to be the most massive man here. The man had his arms behind his head, showing off what had to be 30" guns, and Joey couldn't even imagine the colossal chest the man had. The man's body was entirely hairless, save his eyebrows and a crew cut, but it only showed off his size even more.

The man spoke, "So you're Joey? I'm Dave, the owner of this place and the biggest fucker you'll ever meet."

Joey was loving his 'tough guy' attitude.

Joey walked up to the Dave's naked body, knelt and started sucking on Dave's massive cock. Joey guessed his to be about 14" hard, but Dave's had to be at least 18". He couldn't imagine what it felt like to have that inside of him. It was hard enough to get it in his mouth. Just a moment later, he felt a thick cock enter his ass. He didn't need to look to realize that Antonio had taken advantage of Joey's ass in the air and hadn't needed any more invitation than that. He released Dave's cock for a moment to moan with pleasure as he felt that 14" cock pounding away at his bubble butt, before he went back to sucking on Dave's cock with gusto. It didn't take long before Dave's cock started spewing a massive load down Joey's throat. Joey didn't know if he could swallow it all. Suddenly his own cock began shooting it's load all over the floor. He tensed from the pleasure, and that was enough to squeeze Antonio's dick with his ass cheeks and drive Antonio into climax as well. Joey was getting cum into him from his ass and his mouth and was shooting his own load as well. All at the same time. He was in the ultimate state of ecstacy. Nothing could ever match this. Nothing.

After five minutes of this pure, sweet, sex Joey and Antonio stopped shooting. Dave, of course, continued for another minute or so before he too was sated. Joey grunted as he felt Antonio slide his thick cock out of his own ass. Joey released Dave's cock and stood up. The floor was covered with his cum. He'd shot at least a gallon, maybe two, and it was oozing along the floor. Antonio made a dive and began licking it up. Joey looked up at Dave, raising an eyebrow.

Dave shrugged. "Antonio won't let any cum go to waste you know. Just let him clean up."

Joey shook his head and then he knelt and started licking up his own cum too. When they were done, Joey and Antonio kissed again, their faces covered with Joey's cum.

Dave was watching them, absentmindedly stroking his cock, which was hard yet again. "If you havn't noticed Joey, we can have sex pretty much 24-7, but most of us do other things as well. I, for example, am going to go down to the weight room and shame all of my other guests. Antonio, after sex, usually likes to go surfing at the beach, but of course, what you do is up to you. This is a pleasure island. You can do anything you want here as long as it doesn't harm or steal from one of the other guests. Of course, I wouldn't have brought you here if i thought you would do anything like that, but just to be sure, I'm laying down the rules. The formula is reversable and if you piss enough people off, we can reverse it, wipe your memory of this island and send you back to the mainland. I'd prefer not to do that, as you're one of the better cocksuckers I've ever encountered, and you'll look good with another 100lbs of muscle on you. So be good." He flashed a grin, and walked out of the room.

Antonio looked at Joey and smiled. "He's right you know. I like surfing after sex, but I guess I could be persuaded into a little more fun."

Joey smiled back. "Fine, but this time, I'm on top."

Dave had provided all the incentive to be good that he needed. He was not giving this up for anything.






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