Larry?"

The snake in Larry's shorts grew suddenly large and very obvious. He looked around, up and down the street.

"Well," he said, "Probably shouldn't be standing around out here like this. Okay. Guess I could use a beer."

Kyle went to get beers as soon as they were inside, while Chris and Larry waited. Larry showed a boner as hard as it could get stretching the soft, clinging material of his shorts, and he obviously knew he didn't need to hide it.

"Man, I'd never guess you're the same kid," Larry said. "That Olympus formula is looking real good on you."

"Yeah?" Chris asked. That formula was buzzing in his blood now, those shots in his balls working overtime. "It's starting to feel pretty good, too."

"And you've only been on the stuff for one week? Amazing. Can you feel it working on you? Can you feel it making you change and grow? I mean, you must."

Kyle returned with the beer, gave them each one, and said, "So, Larry, what do you think of my stud-boy? He's gonna make a good, one, huh?

Already getting pretty hot, don't you think? But it's pretty obvious what you think, isn't it?"

"Sorry, Kyle. I guess I'm not hiding it very well. I know he's your boy and all, but Jesus, man. Look at that body already. Fucking hot man. He's getting that Olympus man hair, those pecs and arms, that bubble butt, and that package in those trunks . . . how could a guy not be jealous? Shit kid. You must be jacking that thing all the time. I know I would be."

Kyle sat down in a chair, smiling, watching his boy experience the power of his growing sexuality over this handsome Hollywood hunk. "Go on, Chris," he said, "Be neighborly. Let your admirer see it all.

You can tell he wants to."

Chris was feeling extremely hot now, the nasty boy in full possession of his feelings. This hunk was so hot for him, and he loved the allure he knew he was exerting. He loved the big boner in the guy's shorts. He loved turning this guy on to the point where he couldn't even hide it.

"Yeah, okay," he said, fixing his eyes seductively on Larry, slowly starting to pull down the bikini, watching himself as he did. "Yeah,

I can feel that stuff working on me. Getting all hairy like this in a few days. Watching my balls swell up, get all big and heavy, and my dick, man," he pulled the trunks down all the way, letting his meat fall out, " my dick feels bigger and heavier every day, man. Feels fucking hot, man. And thick. Fuck yeah I can feel it. You like it, man? You like this big dick? Getting bigger all the time, man. Fuck yeah, man, this boy's getting a big fucking dick. You like my hard body, man? You like these new muscles? Pecs, man. Big, hard pecs. Arms getting big and hard. Legs getting thick. Back getting wide and thick. You like it, don't ya, Larry. You like the way my butt's getting big and hard, hot boy bubble butt, don't ya, man? I bet you want to touch me, don't ya, dude? You want to mess with my big hard dick, don't ya? Maybe mess with my hard young ass, huh?" Chris stepped out of his bikini, his dick steel hard, arching up toward his hairy belly, letting Larry scan him from head to toe. The nasty boy was doing all the talking, completely taking over his feelings, so hot, especially in front of his dad, who was sitting and watching. Larry's erection was straining at his shorts, twitching, jerking. Chris stepped boldly up to him, on one hand hardly able to believe he was doing this, feeling like this, on the other hand, acting from pure animal desire.

"Look at you, man. You want it bad." Chris reached down and rubbed the rise in Larry's shorts. "Show me, man. You're so fucking hot and handsome, and you know it. Big Hollywood stud for this hot boy, man.

Come on, man. Do it. Show me."

While Kyle watched, Chris slid one hand into Larry's shorts, forcing down the shorts, grabbing Larry's hard cock and pulling it out, while he reached the other hand to the back of Larry's head and pulled his face close. He stared into Larry's eyes, his lips parted, waiting.

Larry grabbed Chris' head and kissed him hard, deep, hot, while his hips pushed into Chris'.

"Fuck, yeah, dude," Chris heard himself say between kisses, "You know what they're fixing up this young bod for man. Show me. Show me everything, stud."

And right there, in the living room, with his father watching, Chris experienced the fulfilling of male lust, the sweaty, burning hot passion, the wild erotic pleasure of physical sensation that men can indulge together. He felt Larry suck him to orgasm and drink his juice, he felt himself burying his face in Larry's hot hairy groin and sucking his hard rod till it gave up its cream to him, he felt the pleasure of plunging his big rod deep and hard into Larry's hard muscular butt, and the sensation of Larry's tool reaching inside him with its masculine power. He felt it all, and it felt good beyond imagination.

It was after dark when Larry finally put his shorts back on to leave, exhausted and satisfied.

"Thanks, man," Chris said, standing to say goodbye, still naked, still hard, still horny. "Too bad you gotta go. Hope you'll come back over and check on my progress, man. A lot."

"Count on it," Larry said.

In the dark of night, while he lay in bed almost asleep, the old Chris came back and felt scared and trapped. He could still feel the formula and the hormones raging through him. Having the hair, the muscles, the dick and balls he had now was okay, even kind of cool, but his mind raced to what would still happen, how much bigger and hairier they would make him, until there was nothing normal left. He knew that nasty boy, gone for the moment, was taking him over with his animal lust and insatiable drive, little by little, that eventually, the Chris he wanted to be would disappear and he would be what they were making him--a creature whose whole purpose and being was about his sexuality, who would be little more than an erotic pleasure machine. Tears came to his eyes and he rolled over, and even as he did, he felt the size and weight of his dick and balls, and despite himself, he started to get hard, but finally he fell asleep. His dreams were hot and tormented. Over and over he saw himself in the center, his legs spread wide, a big hypodermic needle plunging into his balls, injecting burning fluid until he thought he couldn't take anymore, that he would scream. And then he would hear the voice of that nasty boy saying fuck yeah, man, give me more, make me grow, man, make me huge. He tried to make him leave, go away, let him be normal again, but the nasty boy would laugh at him and say fuck you, kid, you know you want it. Gonna be a huge fucking Olympus Man. You know you want it.

The voice teased him, wouldn't go away. He heard it saying, fuck yeah, Dad. Your boy's gonna be a big fucking sex toy, you want your boy to get huge and hairy, don't ya, Dad? "Yeah, Chris," his dad's voice was saying. "I want you so fucking huge and hairy. I want you to get so hot you can't think about anything but muscles and man hair and sex." But it was real, and the nasty boy's voice was his waking him up, and his dad was standing next to his bed, smiling.

When he opened his eyes, he could feel both guys inside him for a minute, the old Chris wanting to beg it to stop, but the nasty boy controlling him, taking over, pushing Chris deep inside, and he felt his hands reach for his crotch and feel his big hard dick, lift his swollen, hot balls, and he was Chris Olympus, full of sex, big, hot, and totally turned on. He got up, went to the bathroom, flexed in the mirror, and his hands were all over his chest and abs. He had grown bigger during the night. And now he saw that tiny little hairs had sprouted all over his chest and abs. He could even see the hair growing into a line down the center of his abs. His jacked off for his dad and once again he felt completely turned on by his body. He showered while his dad watched, and he loved being watched. He felt his new hair when he soaped up, and he jacked off again, feeling how thick and heavy and big his dick was getting. "That must have been a good dose they gave you," Kyle said to his son while they drank their morning protein drinks. Chris felt thicker, his muscles felt full and hot, and he was aware of his dick and balls, already heavier and bigger than the day before. It made him hot to feel it, and he was hard again as he flexed, loving the effect he had on his dad.

"Yeah, Dad. I feel it. I feel it a lot. Is this what you want? You like this? Getting hair, Dad. Look at this. Coming in all over, man. You like this, don't ya? You're turning me into a big fucking sex god, Dad, big fucking Olympus sex toy. You like seeing your boy turning into a big fucking sex toy, don't ya?" "Fuck yeah I like it. I like the way you were with Larry, too. You liked that, didn't ya, Chris? You liked that hot man sex, didn't ya?"

"Fuck yeah, man. Made me fucking hot. When are you bringing over your friends?"

"Why? You feel like showing off for `em?" "Isn't that what you want?"

"That's what I want to see, Chris."

So Kyle made a couple of phone calls, and told Chris that some friends would be right over. He told him to go into his room and get dressed in one of the posers and come on out when he called him. Chris went into his room and chose a suit, a light blue one, and put it on. He stood in front of the mirror, adjusting himself in the trunks. Now he could really tell how much bigger his was, because he filled up the pouch of the trunks so full and tight that they rode so low they barely held him and covered his dick. His pubes were exposed all they way down. He would need some of those special trunks soon, but meanwhile, he felt hot beyond his own belief seeing his muscular body in that tiny poser, with so much hair showing, man hair, hair that he hadn't even had a few days ago.

He heard the doorbell and his dad called him out. When he came into the room, he saw two guys he knew, workout buddies of his dad's, guys he had always thought were incredibly good looking and built in that Hollywood gay way, if only they weren't queer. But now, he wanted them to feel what he felt about himself, and when he saw the expressions on their faces, he knew they did. For a while they all sat around, acting casual, talking about how incredible Chris already looked and hot he would be when this was done. Chris knew he was irresistibly sexy and he sat so they could see him in all his growing glory. He watched as they got hard-ons in their shorts. And the nasty boy began to tell him what to do. He went to them and told them what hot guys they were, told them they should get undressed, and he would too, if they wanted to see the rest, see the magic of this formula he was being given. They both got out of their T-shirts and shorts, and Chris found himself going from one to the other, letting them feel his muscles, letting them hold his big, thick cock, and he heard himself talking, the nasty boy teasing them, kissing them, feeling their hard muscles, wanting them to use him any way they wanted to. They all ignored his dad, watching, smiling, hard in his own shorts.

"Fuck my muscle butt, dude, while I fuck your buddy. Suck my big cock while I suck his dick. You like this muscle boy, don't ya dudes? You like this big dick, don't ya? Want to see me get bigger, too, don't ya. Fuck yeah, I know you do."

When those two were exhausted and left, around lunch time, saying they couldn't wait to come back and, uh, enjoy Chris' future progress,

Chris felt hornier than ever. They had lunch, and he couldn't stop feeling his muscles, looking at his new hair. He jacked off several times, but the formula and the hormones were only growing stronger in him, making him want more.

That afternoon, his dad had a few other friends over, and that night, a few more. Chris couldn't get enough of them. And slowly, gradually, but steadily, he could feel himself growing. Each day he was bigger. Each day the hair grew thicker and felt hotter and hotter. Each day, he found he liked it more, and teasing his dad became his great pleasure. By the last night, he couldn't wait to see Larry again, and for Larry to see him. He asked if he could go over, but his dad said he didn't want him to go out until the whole thing was done, so they called Larry and invited him over. Larry came over in a tank top and another pair of those thin Lycra shorts he always wore, and as soon as he walked in, and saw Chris, his cock stiffened up in his shorts.

"Holy shit," he said. "That's fucking unbelievable. You sure you're only sixteen?" he laughed. "You've got a better bod than me. I don't know if I can handle that."

""Handle it, dude," Chris said. "I want you to handle it."

This time they went into Chris' room, to the bed, and made passionate love. Chris didn't know sex could be so hot, that he could feel this way about some dude, just because he was so fucking handsome, and sexy, and muscular. He loved the feel of Larry's stubble scratching his face and body. He loved the smell and the feel of his own face in

Larry's hairy groin when his sucked his hot, hard cock. He wished

Larry could take some of this stuff, because he found that he wished Larry had bigger muscles, a bigger dick, and more hair, and he told him so.

"I know what ya mean, dude," Larry said. "I know what ya mean."

The third treatment was even more intense. Within a couple days afterward, Chris began to look like a hard-core bodybuilder. His lats swelled up and pushed out his thick arms, his biceps bulged, his legs felt like tree trunks and he couldn't get his knees together. The hair grew thicker on his torso, and his balls and dick grew so much bigger that he couldn't wear the posing briefs any more. He had to wear the jock straps, when he had to wear anything at all. The parade of men was steady, and Chris found himself pulling them out of their clothes and ravishing them with savage hunger. And when he wasn't engaged in sex with one his his dad's hot friends, he was hanging out around the house, looking in the mirror, jacking off constantly. His body was producing so much semen that he needed to relieve himself of it almost constantly, and the pleasure of sex and orgasm just grew more hot each time. Now and then the voice of the old Chris would surface as he would think what the fuck am I doing, but just as fast, the nasty boy would be back, driving him, turning him on, making him hot, making him need sex again, and again. By the fourth treatment, he couldn't imagine what else it could do, but he knew that at the end of that week, the process would be done and he would be completely transformed into an official Olympus man. That would mean that he would go to live full time at the Olympus facility where he would be expected to perform as a full time sex toy.

He felt sad to leave home, in a way, but now he had grown into his new role, and the old Chris almost never spoke up. He loved the nasty boy. He totally wanted to be the nasty boy. He felt his body fill up with the final surges of sexual power. His cock stuck out fourteen inches now, and he knew from seeing the other guys already finished that it would reach sixteen by the end of the seek. Sixteen years old with a sixteen inch dick. And it was so fucking thick and fat, so heavy, so totally masculine. He understood the meaning of a power tool, and he loved it. When his body grew so thick with muscle that he crossed over the line beyond bodybuilder and no longer looked normal, he welcomed it. He would go the Olympus House, and get naked, and never have to think about anything but man sex and muscles and hair and cock and hot buttholes again. And he would have all those other Olympus men, the ones he'd seen every time he went there, to play with any time he wanted. And he wanted it. What a hot life. To think he didn't want to do this, that he begged them not to change him into this muscle god, this sex god.

The last night at home, he called Larry to come over, to have one great fling, to see him fully transformed. He would miss Larry. Of all the guys he done it with, and he couldn't count how many, Larry was the hottest. He even thought he might feel something like being in love with him, but there was no point in that. The point was sex.

He waited, naked, hard, in the living room. His dad went out so they could be alone this time. The doorbell rang. Chris called, "Come in."

The door opened, and Larry walked into the living room. He was in his usual Lycra shorts, shirtless, and he was already hard, probably got hard just walking across the street. And Chris couldn't believe his eyes.

He hadn't seen Larry for over a week, and what he saw now was a sex dream come true. Larry had put on probably twenty pounds of muscle. He had gotten thick and hard. His hard dick was stretching his shorts, and it was obviously about two inches longer and thicker, too, and his balls made a bulge like they never had before. And all over his chest and abs was the slightest but definite sprinkling of hair. "Whatta ya think?" he said, standing just inside the door. He flexed an arm and grinned at Chris.

"Oh, man!" Chris said. "Did you . . ?"

"I had to, dude. I couldn't let you leave without me. I had to see what it felt like. Fuck, man. This is fucking hot as shit, isn't it.

You like it? Just think, man. Two and half weeks, and I'll be joining you, and we can do this for the rest of our lives." And the two muscle gods fell into a steaming embrace. •