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Beta Testing The Jekyll Gene
|Maybe Steve had heard his roommate come in. Maybe just enough so that the back of his mind acknowledged it. Steve was in the kitchen, at the stove stirring the soup he was warming up for dinner. At least physically he was in the kitchen. Mentally he was miles away, writing and rewriting his thesis. So again, while he might have heard his roommate Ben come in, he certainly didn�t hear him pull the hypo out of his briefcase. Didn�t hear his tap the air bubble out of the top. Really didn�t acknowledge him at all till Ben yanked down the faded old boxer shorts Steve perpetually wore around the apartment, shoved the needle into his ass and injected the cold liquid into him.
�What the fuck!!!!� Steve said turning around to face the smiling Ben.
�Believe it or not, you�re going to thank me.� Bed said taking the wooden spoon from Steve�s hand and turning off the flame under the pan. �You�re going to want to sit down.�
�Don�t touch me you freak. What the hell was that, what have you done?!?!� Steve yelled as his head got a little light and he started to feel shaky.
�I�ve given you the edge you need to complete your thesis while being an invaluable research subject. Come on, sit down.� Ben walked Steve over to their couch and sat him down. After turning on a couple more lights in the room to make it brighter, and dug a stethoscope out of his briefcase �It�s going to hurt some�.a lot�.but it�ll be over soon and worth it.�
�Sick fuckin eeeerrrrrrrrrrrrrrr��..� Steve said as a massive muscle cramp too over his body. While we was already sitting on the couch he suddenly moved forward so his legs were almost touching his chest. His breathing got heavy and sweat started pouring out of his skin.
Through the moments of blinding pain Steve could look down at his arms and legs and see the incredible strain that they were going through. Muscles tensed then released, only to repeat. It had to be the strain he was going through that made it seem that as the muscle contractions hit, him muscles would begin to swell and not go down again. The strain would stop but the muscles would not recede back to where they would. And when the next cramp hit, the muscles would grow from there.
�You�re doing fine, just want to listen to your heart.� Ben said pulling Steve�s shirt off over his head. With his chest exposed Steve couldn�t believe the size of his pecs. He couldn�t even see his dick anymore they�d puffed up so much. �Sounds good. Looking good. Oh, I think we�re about ready for the real show though.�
The panic in Steve�s eyes was immeasurable. �Real show� he thought, �What the hell was all this up till now?� Steve suddenly felt hot�well not hot�more like he was blushing real hard. A warmth spread through his body and after a second or two, that�s when he was it. The flood of darkness that spread throughout what he could see of his chest, arms and legs. Like ink poured into a glass of milk, at first the darkness was concentrated in one area, and then lightened some as it spread. But more darkness kept being poured in and spreading. Soon his skin had gone from a winter�s pale white to a deep brown bordering on true black.
Steve had almost forgotten that Ben was still in the room till he leaned in to listen to his chest again. At least he looked happy with what ever was going on. While Ben was still listening through the stethoscope the flush sensation started turning to a deep burning in Steve�s face, head, hands, feet, lower back and then undeniably his groin. Like it was on fire. He reached into his boxers to free his dick so quickly that he didn�t even notice his dark hands that used to be a bit on the stubby side were now abut an inch longer, with slender fingers and nails clear like shells. Steve couldn�t help but notice the difference between his old cock and his new one. Not �Night and Day�, more like �Day and Midnight.� It wasn�t even hard, but big, bigger than before, and getting bigger as the heat continued. As Steve played with his new obsidian black cock he didn�t feel the heat on his face as it was augmented for his new race. Didn�t feel the slight reshaping of his head. He adjusted in his seat to get a better look as his obsidian black dick, not noticing the extra padding his ass was taking on. Or that as he shifted his feet slightly they were longer feet with longer toes. A long drool of precum was running out of the tip, over the newly created hood of his restored foreskin when Ben broke the spell.
�I think you�re done buddy.�
�Done?� Steve asked in a voice many octaves deeper than his old voice. �What have you done? What�?�
�Picture�s worth a thousand words. Think you can stand up?�
Ben helped Steve to his feet. He was fairly unsure of himself, part from the physical exertion he just went through, but also because of his new musculature. After a tentative step or two they made their way across the apartment to the bathroom.
�You�re shorter. Like down almost 4 inches to 5�6�, ya think? That wasn�t part of the plan. Have to check the specs.� Ben mumbled as the reached the bathroom and he flipped on the light.
�The specs?� Steve mumbles again, his lips feeling funny. �Oh my ��� was all he could whisper when he saw the sort of short, very muscular, young African American male who bore little if any resemblance to the former Steve. �How is this possible?�
Very well built, certainly much better than before. Muscles, not huge but MUSCLES. The pecs were the best, full, heavy, hanging down so the nipples JUST started to edge underneath. Dark black nipples without a hair around them. That�s something else Steve notices, except for his underarm and dick, no more body hair. Head hair, that was something else. His curly mop of unkempt brown spaghetti was now a mushroom round afro. Abs were tight, good strong six pack. Arms were nice too. Great biceps, rounded off, long and a little heavy so when his arms were down they also sort of hung. The veins under the black skin caught the light as he flexed them, becoming thicker and more defined as blood flowed though.
But those were just the physical things, it was face�his race that was the shock. In the mirror was a black man. Not a white guy in make up like that TV show did last year. This was an African American male. Born that way. Skin kind of tight so he looked younger than the 23 Steve was, maybe late teen. Skin dark, very dark. Not brown that�s for sure, this was black. Though not as black as some of the people he had been interviewing the last year or so. Lips were big, full. The lower lip about 2/3 bigger than the upper, but it look good. Eyes were slightly more�cat like. The pupils not quite as white as before, more like a coffee with a lot of cream in it. The eye color was still green, but with a lot more brown mixed in. And when Steve moved his jaw, the man in the mirror did. And when Steve tried to run his hands through his hair, the man in the mirror did. And when Steve broke out in a big cat like grim that matched the one Ben had earlier, the man in the mirror joined the team.
�Congratulations. To paraphrase the words of my people, today you are a black man.�
�What is going on?�
�What�s going on is something the company has been working on for years, nicknamed Jekyll�s Genes. What I have essentially done is �infect� you with a black man�s DNA.�
�Sort of. Here�s the deal. Years ago, scientist � doctor � researcher was being driven crazy. His Wife needed a back operation. Living on morphine and even then not able to move out of bed without blinding pain. An operation would have helped but, as bad as her back was, her heart was worse. She couldn�t survive the operation. So he set off with a mission to find a way to genetically replace her bad back with the DNA of a person who, genetically, had a good back. Fix it on a cellular level�
�OK, I think I see.�
�But it never worked completely. The best he could do is create a strain that would overtake the current DNA, rewrite it but couldn�t hold it. It would always switch back. The body�s immunity system sees it as a disease and fights it. Which is why we say �infect� when it�s not really. Unfortunately it wasn�t till after his wife�s death that he realized that he could have reversed the object of his research. Fix the heart for a short time, long enough for the back operation, then by the time her heart reverted back��
�Her back would have been healed. So wait, then if you�re still working on this�..this isn�t permanent? And is it safe?!?!?�
�Yes to both. Pretty much. Your system is in shock right now. Going to take a few days for it to kick back and restart. At that time it should start removing the guest DNA. Like the character it�s named after, you�ll change back to normal like Dr. Jekyll did. But it might take a week, it might take the weekend for that to start. Depends on the subject. That change back will be a lot more gradual. At least it is on the dogs and monkey�s we use this on in the lab.�
�YOU HAVEN�T USED THIS ON PEOPLE!!!� Steve yelled. In the small bathroom his new deeper baritone voice hammered off the walls like a siren.
�Calm down. Yes we have. Well, not like this though. We�ve done some experiments. They�ve all worked. But they�ve all been internal. Fixing a liver for a short time. Regenerating a lost limb, that was interesting when it switched back, and messy. With you it�s all exterior. I mean, don�t get me wrong, you are now this man. You are 100% a black man., this is not an illusion, or make up or a trick. Someone does a DNA analysis on you, their coming back with the DNA of a black man. But your internal organs, your heart, your lungs, your brain are all the same. Well pretty much.�
�And that disclaimer means.�
�Not my fault!! It�s a precaution that�s worked into every batch and can�t be overridden. Like I said, you are this black man. And those very nice egg shaped low hanging nuts of yours still have some white Steve sperm in them, but soon enough they�re going to be producing black Steve sperm. We�re not at a point where we can handle one person or animal fathering a child with one DNA strand and seeing if that effects the fetus. The same with females, a female gets pregnant with one DNA make up but switches to another. We don�t know what would happen. So, till those tests are ready to do, everyone, everything, animal, vegetable man and woman has to go queer. It�s only for a short time and as a life long fag myself, I�ll just say, it�s not that bad and you might grow to like it.�
�And when you stuck me with the needle�thanks for asking permission by the way muther fucker� you said it was going to help my thesis. You think this is going to help?�
�Sure why not. You�ve been writing on modern race relations but come on, you can only do so much as your average white guy. There�s just so much you can get from interviews and reading your research done by others. NOW you get to live it. Go out in the world as a black man and see what it�s like. You don�t have a choice for the next week and a half anyway unless you just want to stay locked up here.�
�Christ think of the spin that would give it. The insight I can gain. And this is better than make up. Maybe�.start with heading out to the barber shops to see what they can do with this.� Steve said patting the afro on his head.
�And I can use the experience to make notes for the company. Not that they know I did this.� Ben said noticing that Steve was back checking himself out. Like turning around and flexing his massive ass. And still smiling. �Look, I�m going to go reheat that soup. You keep checking yourself out, and maybe come up with a more suitable name than �Steve� for this stud.�
The two roommates talked more over dinner, with Steve at times even forgetting what he looked like now. That was until he reached for something and saw his hands, or caught Ben giving him an approving look when he thought he wasn�t watching.
About half way though dinner Steve realized that the muscles couldn�t have been part of this �infection.� If it was truly based on DNA, well muscle growth wasn�t part of that. Ben admitted it was one of the odd side effects of the system. Like the body was going into defense mode, it built up the musculature some. He had to admit that none of the other test subjects, man or animal took it quite to the level that Steve had. Ben also had to admit that, sure he could have searched the database and come up with a more conventional African American appearance, but he thought this would be more fun. Talk about how he didn�t get a chance to be creative at work that often so Steve should just enjoy. Steve didn�t even want to ask how long it took him to find the DNA of a dick this big.
Later than night, well into the early hours of the morning, Steve was lying in bed trying to get to sleep. The body felt totally drained from the day before, along with the incredible transformation. But Steve�s mind was still going a mile a minute over all the holes in his thesis he would be able to flesh out more. As he thought Steve played with his dick. It was still warm and thick, didn�t go down much at all from the swell it had taken on during the transformation. His mind shifted from the details of college work to the pleasures of a growing cock. He thought the darkness of the room coupled with the darkness of his skin would make his dick hard to see, but the light reflected off the growing dick as more precum started to seep again. Steve pulled his new foreskin back and for the first time enjoyed the experience of jacking off with one. The extra skin giving a whole new range of feeling and sensual bursts of pleasure. Steve cupped his balls with his other hand and found that Ben hadn�t been kidding, they were as big as eggs now. His ballsack was heavy yet felt almost like velvet at the same time.
Steve tried to think of his girlfriend Beth but that made his dick shrink almost back down to its normal state. Stupid Ben making him queer. Well, he started thinking about himself then. The new self he saw in the mirror all night. The legs that were so cut and defined. He shifted his legs around on the cool sheet covering his bed. He could feel the power in them from just doing that. Not like the runners legs he had before, these were thicker, heavier. Rising up to that ass. My god was that something else. Taking his hand away form his balls Steve lifted himself up some so he could run it over the arch of his ass. This was something else. Just so solid and round. Pressing in it did not give to pressure, all muscle. Just running his fingers lightly over it while he pumped his cock all the more was the more exhilarating thing he had even done. Never felt like this with Beth, or even just jacking off before. Getting close to climax Steve carefully moved his index finger between the globes and reached in till it pressed against his asshole. With that his blew his wad out, shooting all over himself, even into his face. Ben had said he probably had some of the old Steve�s cum stored up. It was dripping down his body now, along with a fair amount of the new Steve�s contribution. Steve took a lick or two, just to try, rolled over and drifted off to a well earned sleep.
The next two days were a roller coaster for Steve. Well, for Morgan. He switched his name, telling people he was Morgan Stevens instead of Steve Morgan. Guy just looked more like a Morgan. Taking Ben up on his suggestion Steve started driving around to local hair salons and barber shops to see what they would price for doing his hair in cornrows, but a police car in back of him for three blocks reminded Steve that his driver�s license showed one face, and it was not his current. So it was the city transit service, buses and by foot for now. Which worked out OK since it got him more into the reality of living as a black man. But getting his hair taken care of turned into an interesting experience. Most salons in the area required an appointment since no one did cornrows on a regular basis. And those were the ones that even had anyone to do them, some didn�t at all. The barber shops were a complete joke. Well, one guy was very apologetic and gave him the card of a shop on the south side that could help, but most looked at him like he was crazy to even come in the place, better yet ask. After three bus changes and a short walk he found himself in a small family owner barber shop run by a older black barber who was more than happy to have one of his guys tie down the mass of hair into neat rows. The cost was a bit more than Steve expected but, it�s not like he had a reason to price this procedure before that day.
It took some time but the conversation was priceless to Steve and his paper. At first he was hesitant to really speak since he wanted to make sure he �passed�, but soon settled in like he had been going to the shop for year. When the work was done, he couldn�t believe how much better he looked. The tight rows of pitch black hair against his scalp was almost erotic to him. Framed his face perfectly, brought out his cheekbones. His forehead looked a bit higher though. And when turning his head to get a full look, Steve noticed that his whole head seemed to be happed different. He had thought that only his face had changed but there was a definite change to his skull. Still he was one hot looking man. Couldn�t help notice the assistant who was doing his hair must have thought so too. Throughout the work the guy kept �accidentally� bumping his crotch into Steve�s shoulder. A bump that got harder and harder as the work continued.
The long bus ride back was interesting to Steve too. The thrill of getting a new look and having new experiences was dampened by the looks on some of the other bus passengers as they headed back to the school area of town. He quickly noted they weren�t frowning at him because they didn�t like his hair, they just didn�t like him.
Strangely the biggest issue Steve had with anyone on the first day was with the doorman of the apartment building where he and Ben lived. As much as the guy was �just doing his job� Steve didn�t remember getting the third degree as much as he did not when he moved in and the doorman didn�t know him yet. On a human contact basis so far that was his biggest issue. On a personal one, his biggest issue was finding clothes that fit. Being shorter meant pants were too long, and being built heavier with muscles meant shirts were, at best, skin tight. That was good for some places but not all. At least around the apartment, as he updated his thesis, Steve was able to wear his favorite old boxers without any issues. Maybe the ass was a little tight but nothing wrong with that. It was while he was leaning back on the couch taking a break from his thesis to surf the porn sites, and even he was surprised how quickly it became a given they�d be gay porn sites, that a rattle of keys in the door signaled Ben�s return. But it wasn�t Ben who found Steve with his black dick out getting hard, it was Steve�s girlfriend Beth.
�Whoa hey, sorry about that.� She said shielding her eyes as Steve tried desperately to shove all that hard cock back into so little well worn boxers. �Didn�t think anyone would be here.�
Knowing that for now it would be best not stay incognito Steve replied �Well, I�m here. I�m�Mo, who are you.� Ben had called Beth to explain that Steve had to go out of town unexpectedly and would call her in a few days. The thinking being the fewer who knew what was going on the better.
�Hi Mo, you must be a��friend of Ben�s. I�m Beth, my boyfriend Steve shares the apartment. I just came by to grab a few things of mine that I left here.�
�Hi Beth, yea I�m a friend of Ben�s but not a�.friend. Why did you think I was gay?� Steve said trying his best new macho African male person out on her.
�You�re not? I mean, come its just so�.I mean I don�t want to insult you but�.it�s just so obvious. Don�t get me wrong, if you weren�t I�d be dragging you into Steve�s bedroom right now. Not that he�d ever catch on. Hasn�t yet with the other guys. Be right back.� She disappeared into Steve�s room leaving him to begin steaming over what she had said. �Need my �Cum Fuk Me� panties if Stevie�s going to be out of town for a while.� She said holding up the pair of panties that Steve had bought her as a special �thing� just between them. �Nice meeting you.� She said with a wink before leaving.
It was hours later that Steve was still in the campus gym working out his aggression from Beth�s visit. Things hadn�t been perfect, it�s not think they were getting married any time soon. But for her to go out trolling for dick the second he was out of the picture, even throwing herself at HIMSELF, even through she didn�t know he was�.well anyway, screw the bitch. He knew no one would check his ID at the gym, just saw he had one and let him in. Plus he had wanted to see what this new body could do with the weights. They could do a lot it turned out. Steve was able to increase his workout weight by 50 pounds when concentrating on his upper body, and almost 125 more when working his legs. It was awesome. As was checking himself out in the mirrors while he worked. Not too many guys in the gym so he felt easier hiking up his shorts to get a fuller look at his legs. And holding up his shirts to see what his abs were doing. What they were doing was getting harder and more defined with each work out. Steve even found himself beginning to think that he was going to miss all this once the shot wore off.
Even in his new body Steve knew he had pushed it too far by the time he made it top the showers. Tired as he was, he never lost track of the fact that he had been watched with a pretty interested eye by another student using the gym. Not really just any student either just Jack Schroeder, captain of the basketball team. Not the phonome everyone thought he was going to be, but a healthy kid from Kansas who knew how to send the right signal. Steve was a little unsure what to do when he was joined in the shower by the guy. Not the first time he had been cruised by a guy, but the first time he found himself being reciprocal.
�Looking pretty good.� Steve heard form behind him. �Just thought I�d say.�
�Oh uh, thanks. You keeping in shape for the season/� Steve said washing the soap out of his hair.
�No, just hanging out.� Jack said turning slightly to show his lengthening crotch. �You?�
�The plan was to work out, but plans can change.� Steve said giving Jack a smile he thought would send the right message.
Unfortunately it did. With a whistle Jack was joined by two other healthy white male students who, using the shock of the situation quickly had Steve down and began beating the shit out of him. Continual shouts of how they didn�t like the fags and niggers taking over sports echoed off the walls of the showers. After a few last kicks to the ribs the guy�s high fived and ran out, leaving Steve badly bruised and bloody.
Thankfully Ben was home by the time Steve was able to drag himself back to the apartment. Using the doctoring skills he picked up around the lab he was able to make Steve comfortable. No bones were broken, just a lot of bruises.
�You�re more than just lucky. Evening news is saying there�s a black student in the hospital. Brutally beaten near the college gym. In a coma and they�re not sure he�ll come out. One side effect of the Jekyll Gene is that till your immune system kicks in, it continually works to keep your pattern to the specs. And since I didn�t program in busted up cheeks and bruised ribs, it�ll work to correct that.�
�Well, some good news out of this.�
�You sure you don�t want to call the cops? They obviously got this other guy right after you so there was no way to stop that but��you know they�re not going to stop.�
�How can I go to the police? Even if I file a report, can�t press charges. They�re going to want ID and Morgan Stevens don�t have any. By the time the case comes up I�ll be back to being Steve. Morgan won�t be around.� Steve said moving the ice pack away from his swollen lips and checking to see if the bleeding had stopped.
�Yea, but the captain of the Basketball team��
�And the quarterback from the football team and that third guy is on the Lacrosse team. Guess that�s were they got those weird bats. I know, some role models. I don�t know if I can even use this is the thesis, it�s so insane. This is bigotry beyond what I�m writing about. But what can I do? Just have to avoid them till I change back.�
�Or��� Ben said thinking.
The next day Ben came back to the apartment early from his job, but brought some of it with him. Steve had gone out a little that day but spent most of it recuperating and surfing the web.
�We�re you able to?�
�Oh yea.� Ben said immediately shucking his clothes.
�You sure you want to?�
�Oh yea.� He said opening his briefcase and pulling out a hypo. �No time like the present. Just aim for the fleshy part, give it a good jab and inject firmly. I trust you.�
�You talkin� about the needle?� Steve said breaking out in the smile that had been melting Ben�s heart for the last two days. Taking the syringe in his hand, trying to remain calm and using his new muscles Steve plunged it into Ben�s ass. Carefully but quickly he injected the liquid in and pulled the needle out. �You�re good. Want to sit down? I found it to be a good idea.�
�Nahh, I�ll stand�..like a��ggrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.�
�That sounds familiar.� Steve said taking a seat on the couch. He reached over the side and pulled out the DVD camcorder he had hidden. �Didn�t want to take a chance of you saying No to film this. And since you�re in no position to do anything but��
�Oh LORD this�..huuuurrrrrrrrr!!!!!�
As human nature would have it, Steve thought the changes that Ben went through happened much faster than when he experienced it. While of course Ben couldn�t figure out what was taking so long. Maybe it was because Ben was standing that the change started at the feet and worked its way up. As the legs started to grow longer, the muscles filled them out. Calves were on the thin side at first, since they merely were stretching out what Ben already had, but once the muscles kicked in they blew up like a Sunday ham had been attached to the back of his legs. Hips got thinner while his ass filled out nicely. It was the upped torso that Ben had concentrated on when programming his injection. His back extended, much to his great pain, till it added another 4 inches to his height, making Ben a good foot taller than Steve now. This also stretched out Ben�s stomach till it was so flat that caved inwards under his ribs. Soon sported an egg bread 8 pack down to his groin.
Future viewings of the disc would show that Steve missed Ben�s arms lengthen a good 2 inches, with longer slender fingers. Biceps weren�t quite up to the round masterpieces that Steve got, but better than anything Ben could have come up with after a decade in the gym. Shoulder got wider and his back flared in an incredible plateau to of muscles. Ben�s pecs though left Steve�s in the dust. Swelling up almost like a woman�s breasts at first, they squared off and gave a sag that just about knocked Ben off his balance. Maybe it was for the best that Ben�s biceps weren�t quite as developed since his pecs now spilled over the sides of his chest. A definite shadow was now case from the bottom of his pecs onto his ribcage. Nipples weren�t as low a Steve�s, but they were twice as big. They sat up higher on the chest, just below the midpoint of the pecs.
But Steve missed most of this. If there was any question to how fully Steve has transitioned into being a gay man, it was the fact that when he found Ben�s dick growing longer, and kept on growing, Steve stopped filming everything else to go in up close and personal on the change. He had noticed it getting longer as he panned up Ben�s body. The shaft was snaking out of his body as his ballsack filled and began to lower from the weight. Steve remembered a toy he had as a kid, some Playdoh craft set where you�ve be able to make a long tube of Playdoh come out of an �extruder.� Looked just the same now. Well, not quite the same. Steve would not have been able to afford all the Playdoh that would have been needed to recreate what was going on at Ben�s crotch. Didn�t get that thick but not even in the gym had Steve ever seen a cock this long. The head swelled up to rival any ripe plumb he had ever seen in the grocery store. With the color to match soon enough.
Then as if Ben had been standing by a window and someone closed the blinds, he went black. Pure black. The term ebony was created to describe the color Ben went. And like ebony his skin all but absorbed any light that hit it. Then just as suddenly all his hair fell out. Steve would have to check to see if even the eyebrows were left. The follicles didn�t even have a chance to change into the cool afro like he got before the hit the floor. Ben, obviously feeling better as the pain let up, reached down and brushed the hairs away from his cock. His smile showed not only that he was in fact doing better but that the final changes to his face were underway.
Ben�s features weren�t quite as�pretty as Steve�s. Eyes not so cat like, cheekbones not so etched. But damn, Steve though, his room mate was going from nice Jewish boy to tough ass thug. The face was rounder, eyebrow a lot more pronounced. Nice so flat it almost lay flush on Ben�s face. Lips so full that Steve found himself wanting to bite onto and not let go for days. Handsome, defiantly. But just as tough. The transformation wrapped up leaving a muscled up, giant of a hard ass street thug sweating like a fountain in the middle of a couple of quite white college boy�s living room.
Ben looked a little shaky too so Steve put the camera down and caught hi as he swayed forward.
�How�d it come out?� Ben asked in a low soft purr of a voice that, even without trying, sounded sexual.
�Lookin� fine, lookin� fine.� Steve said putting down the camera. �Damn you�re tall.�
�Only because you�re shorter now.� Ben said patting Steve on the head and he checked himself out in the mirror on the far side of the room. �Just about what I thought it would be. That did hurt like a son of a bitch though, Man, sorry about that.�
�It�s all good. Got to say...� Steve said �How long did it take you to track down the DNA of this monster.� He hefted up Ben�s dick, which still had not gone down yet.
�Nice huh? That�s all my doing. Not even perpetuating stereotype was I able to find a cock in the files like that. But some manipulation here, some creativity there.�
�Wonder how it tastes.� Steve said getting on his knees and running the head over his lips.
�Hey man, come on. You�re going to be straight again in a few days. We don�t need to��
�Oh I think I do need to. Lots of urges since you turned me queer with all this. And if the break up with Beth wasn�t enough, my being Mo for the time being seals it. So let�s not think of this as Steve about to give you head, its Mo doing his thing.�
With that Steve, now considering himself Mo took the cock in his mouth and started trying to get it all down his throat. A gag here and there at first, a few scraps of the teeth but o was a quick learned. Must have picked up the technique from all the gay web sites he had been surfing. Ben�s dick down his throat was better than he thought it would be. Steve had always thought the idea of having a dick, which guys use to piss out of in his mouth�well, that was just sick. Now Mo couldn�t get enough. The musky taste, the lingering saltiness of the left over sweat. The warmth was incredible too. And as Ben got harder, it got warmer. Ben was enjoying the attention without hesitation. The second Mo�s tongue wrapped itself around his shaft, this guy didn�t used to be his roommate Steve, this was his new fuck buddy Mo. Cupping Ben�s nuts in his left had, Mo reached around with his free right hand and started playing with Ben�s ass. As he had done to himself the first night, and actually each night and several times during the day since then, he worked a finger into Ben�s asshole as he did to himself. He knew he loved it when he did that and hoped Ben would too. He must have since that�s all he needed to push him over the edge and shoot an entire load down Mo�s throat. He was still shooting off a couple of aftershock shot�s when Mo removed his mouth and guided Ben over to the couch.
�We�re going to take this all the way to night, my Man.� Mo said positioning Ben so that his back was supported by the couch and his long heavy legs were hanging off the edge. Far enough that Mo could lift them up and position his fully engorged cock right at Ben�s hole. �Steve�s had enough pussy for his entire life, but Mo wants to see what the difference is.�
�Wanted this since you changed. So beautiful� Ben said kind of breathless, still trying to get over both the change and the head he just got.
�Should have asked. Would have done Ben in a heart beat. But you�re just as fine as I am now. Want to do the new you all the more. Got to say, feeling pretty invulnerable right now. If this is what queer sex does to a guy, we�re doing this again.�
Without hesitation Mo pushed the head of his dick to the edge to Ben�s hole, the slipped the head inside. It was tight, that�s for sure. Tighter than that skank Beth ever was. That should have been a sign as to how much she had been cattying around. Ben leaned his head back, then jerked it back a bit ore but didn�t make a noise. His hands went to the sides of the couch and held on like he was on a roller coaster and needed to brace himself. After two thoughtful and careful inserts and removals, Mo went to town.
Not even in straight sex had Steve ever fucker a woman like Mo was fucking Ben now. The power was incredible. The strength in his legs was unreal. It was with a familiar warmth spreading throughout his body that o found out why is was so unreal. He had started growing again. Not in height but in muscles mass. In leaps and bounds more than he had before. His chest ballooned up. Arms swelled to beyond bowling balls. His legs were so large he couldn�t even keep them together anymore, he had to move his feet apart fir a wider stance to make room for the thicker in-leg. Mo could feel his back grow more and more, spreading out and flaring.
�What�what the�..� it was happening so fast he could barely get the words out. His body was on fire but burning with power.
Ben was just as amazed. To the point that he almost forgot that he was now being fucked to within an inch of his life by a black muscle monster. A black muscle monster whose expanding cock he was impaled on. �Mo�Mo� STEVE get off, STOP STOP. Something wrong!!!�
�Can�t�.almost.� and with that the massive bodybuilder Mo shot his load into his buddy�s ass. He pulled out so fast, and given the enormous new size of his cock, Ben�s ass almost made a popping noise.
Mo stumbled back as Ben fell off the couch and hit the floor. From the lower angle he could get a good look at the changes that had just happened to his roommate. It was quite unreal. While there had been a slight, very slight lingering resemblance to the man that Mo had once been. That was all gone now. Before him was a man who was born of the African race and spent his life in the gym. Beyond the well muscled physique from the first change, this was massive amount of muscle, stacked layer over layer. The build before was of a man who worked out quite a bit, this was a true bodybuilder. Not even off season.
�That�s not right�never did that�help me up and I�ll uuuuunnnnrrrrrrrrr�..� Ben said doubling over in pain. Muscles screamed and nerve endings went insane as Bens started to change again. Like Mo but only more so, it all mainly concentrating on his muscles. But where Mo because super muscular, what was happening to Ben was insane. Every muscle, every inch of his body expanded. Shoulder widened till they were almost as wide as Mo was tall. Biceps inflated and became etched with rivers of veins so think it looked like someone has inserted a robe under Ben�s skin. Legs became tree like, calves like soccer balls. His neck swelled with muscles as his back took on a thickness that was unheard of. His chest continued to grow to the point that both men though it would explode as would a water balloon stretched to its limit. And between his legs, the incredibly long cock got as thick as a soda can.
As suddenly as it started, it was over. The 400 pound muscle freak on the floor almost passed out from the exhilaration. Mo found that the only thing that could have taken his attention away from his own changes was this bizarre metamorphosis. Ben sat quietly for a few minutes getting his breathing back to normal and waited till his head stopped spinning.
�What the hell happened to us�?� Mo asked trying to help Ben to his feet, but found he was barely strong enough to lift the monster up.
�I have no idea. Muscle transformation only happens once, in the initial stages. Never had a second occurrence. Never anything life this even in the first. I have to sit down for a while. Can you�can you get me my briefcase?�
Ben got to his feet, leaning quickly how to move all those muscles and sat down squarely on the couch. Mo walked over, learning how to walk around his muscles leg so they didn�t run up against each other, and grabbed Ben�s briefcase. Ben opened it quickly and just about ripped it in half. Digging through he pulled out a few vials and pieces of equipment.
�So hard to use these hands. I was going to take a blood sample from you to have it run at the lab just to make sure things were OK. Going to do us both�..� Ben said taking out a small instrument to draw from blood. �Guess I don�t have to check for a vein.� He said looking at his arms.
After taking the blood samples and making arrangements for them to be picked up from the doorman, they left the package outside their door since they in no way would be recognized now, the two men spent a couple of hours resting up. Resting up and checking themselves out that is. And each other a bit. Like with Mo, there was no sign of the former nice Jewish boy Ben had been. Except that his cock was still circumcised. Mo asked about that and Ben admitted that, even though there was no chance of it, he was not going to get caught having a foreskin by his Mother. One visit from the Moyle was enough for him. Mo wasn�t sure what he was talking about but Ben said he�d go into it later since they still had some work to do that night.
The reason behind all of this way the guy�s plans for getting even on the bigoted gay bashers who beat Mo up and put at least one other person in the hospital. Mo kept insisting that Ben take it easy since he had just gone through to phenomenal changes in less than a 30 minute period. As Ben pointed out though, never would there be a better time for them to take out three healthy college athletes. If they were going to do this, now was the time.
It was hours later when the massive form that was Ben sauntered into the college gym. They guys working the front counter didn�t even look at his student ID card, they just let him in. Mo was already in the place and had been staking out the three objects of their revenge. He stayed a good distance from them but in his even newer for, they wouldn�t have made the connection. The plan was for Ben to get their attention, and there was no way he couldn�t. The giant black man had gotten the attention of everyone who laid eyes on him since they left the apartment. Might have been able to be more discreet but it�s not like the guys had clothes that would fit them in anything but a second skin. Eventually they, thankfully for their plan, found enough gym clothes that fit so they could be seen in public. They were able to cut down a pair of Ben�s old �fat jeans� into a form fitting cut offs. Ben was also wearing his old college wrestling unitard but the cutoff were needed since the fabric was stretched to the limit and there was no mistaking which side he �dressed� on. So there was no question that the sight of this mountain of a black man would draw attention walking the campus in a revealing gym outfit finished off with too small flip flops since his old shoes didn�t fit anymore.
But that was the whole point. To become the epitome of what these guys seemed to be raging against. And there was no time before they made their selves known to Ben. Along with a couple of other gyms working out they approached him, asked him who he was, where he was from, seemed like general curiosity. Ben knew thought that he had to turn it on for these guys, had to let them know that they had another prime �victim� for themselves. Hoping that maybe they would even think that taking out a giant black muscle god like he was now would be their crowning glory.
After it was clear that the guys had latched onto Ben, Mo�s attention was centered on the shower room. A few guys wandered in and out but when it was clear, he sent Ben a signal. Guessing the guys weren�t smart enough to change their M.O., Ben picked up his gym bag and made for the showers. The guys were close behind.
Just as before one of them waiting till they heard the shower going before entering the shower. As before he found the black patsy off in a corner soaping up with his back to the room. Seeing this as a prefect chance the kid motioned to his friends to join him in the first attack, and not wait. But as the three converged on the giant, there was a difference. When Ben turned around, he was wearing a small gas mask they used in the lab to protect themselves from fumes. And his hand was filled with gas pellets that activated when they hit water. A quick slam to the floor with the pellets, the smoke filled the room in an instant and the guys started passing out. The only one that made it as far as the shower area exit found Mo waiting for him, also wearing a gas mask, and far too quick to kick the kid back into the smoke.
It�s amazing how people will follow even the simplest of instruction at time. Swiping a �Close for Maintenance� sign from a janitor closet that should have been locked better, Mo has given them the shower area all to themselves. That and a bench shoved up against the door that made people think it was now locked. Ben and Mo found it incredibly easy to move the three unconscious athletes into the positions they needed. Of course they were now far beyond these younger guys physical levels. Hands were tied to the shower heads. Legs were spread using long barbell poles, with weights still on the end to help keep the guys fro moving and kicking once they came too. And last before they were woken up, were the gags in their mouths. The guy was pretty empty but they didn�t want to take a chance on anyone hearing them. Not yet at least.
After making sure they had everything set, a few slaps on the face and add got the guys back to the land of the living and their attention.
�Good evening BOYS� Ben yelled in the basketball player�s ear. �Funny thing happened on the way to your gay bashing�WE BEAT YOU TO IT!!!!� The three players realizing what was going on suddenly started pulling at their ropes and trying to yell. �Oh that�s not going to work BOYS. These arms�...� He said shoving his huge biceps into their line of sight. �When these arms tie knots, they stay tied.�
�You�ve been having some �issue� with not only black athletes but also just gay folks in general we hear. IS THAT TRUE?� Mo yelled into the football player�s ear. The three started shaking their head �No�. �As if we�d believe that. Left your bats on the floor when you passed out. Now�.� Mo said walking in back of the three and yanking their shorts down till it left their asses exposed, framed in their well used jock straps. �We would use these bats on your asses but�we have other plans for those. Doc, you got the NEEDLES?!?!�
The three guys struggled all the more but quieted down some when Ben, who Mo decided to address as Doc to cover his real name, replied. �No.�
�No?� Mo said really surprised since he was sure that was part of the plan. Shit, that WAS the WHOLE plan.
�Yea, went another way with that. Why use sharp pointy needles on these fine white asses...� Doc said running his hands over the muscular curve of the Lacrosse team�s butt. �..when we have�suppositories?�
�Oh yea!!!� Mo said taking one and unwrapping it from the silver casing. Spreading the ass checks of the football player he found the hole, placed the fair sized gooey pill at the edge and pushed it in with his thumb. It came out a little dirtier than when it went in. �Boy really need to clean yourselves out better before you go out for the night. You�ll learn about that in the days to come.� He turned the shower head on which hit the footballer squarely in the face with cold water. Mo couldn�t help notice that the small amounts of shit he washed off his thumb also hit the player in the face.
Ben finished up with the Lacrosse player, leaving the basketball player, who they figured was the leader, in the middle. But Ben, who liked the name Doc, had another idea.
�You know what I remember about these babies from when I was a kid? They tended to slip out. Shit I remember my Mother having to hold them in with her thumb until the started to dissolve. Don�t want to do that again but�what could we use instead of our thumbs�� Doc said moving behind the Lacrosse player and pulling down his cutoff to reveal his wrestling singlet was being put to the stretch test all the more by his giant dick being at full mast. �Why this should do.� Slipping the shoulder straps off and pulling the singlet down, Doc invaded the guy�s ass with his giant cock.
�Always thinking Doc.� Mo said doing the same for the football player. �Wouldn�t want the boys to not get their medicine.�
Doc had figured that the suppositories would take a little longer to get the Jekyll genes into the athletes systems, but it went to work quick enough. Both students were already in fie shape, with the football players being the biggest physically of the all. The Lacrosse player was more compact in his muscles, legs not as large as the football players but much more solid and defined fro all the running. Soon enough they started showing signs of growth and the guy�s moans through the gags let them know it was kicking in. Both players filled out to new degrees, heavier, thicker, stronger muscles than had they spent an extra two hours a day in the gym since they started training as kids. Doc and Mo turned on by actually fucking the guys as they changes soon shot their loads into the guys and pulled out as the race transformation took over.
Both guys got darker right away, but the Lacrosse player stayed a light brown, and his features didn�t get as heavily African as Mo or certainly not as far as Doc did. It was Doc�s plan to have his be a lighter skin tone, almost to the point that he could pass. Almost, but not quite. Never would be able to. That would be the punishment for the time he�d be a black man. That he could ALMOST be mistaken for white, but never would. Everyone would know he was black. The football player turned a dark brown, heavy African features. Doc wanted him to look in the mirror for the next two weeks and see the football players he looked down on. The ones he thought would be OK for linebackers and tackles. Since in the player�s mind they were no good for anything else but the animalistic needs of the game. Never be able to pull off the athletic gracefulness of a quarterback. They just were too clumsy and uncoordinated. Now he was one of those grunts. One of those guys he saw as servants to the real players.
Doc was getting ready to insert the special suppository he had created for the basketball player into it�s not so waiting hole when the two newly formed black men to each of his side started groaning again. And again the second level of muscles transformation took over. The Lacrosse swelled into a solid heavily built muscles man, arms heavy and ass, well, Doc figured would be busy in a minute so he couldn�t take another taste of that fine butt again right now. The football player became everything he hated about the black players on his team. Giant muscles, huge six pack that hung down almost like a belly on a fat man. But it wasn�t fat, it was solid. Ass was huge, never going to fit his quarterback gear now. Have to be a tackle, only thing a hulk as big as him could be.
Doc should have been more worried about the continual second degree of transformation that was happening, but he was too jazzed up in the moment to think clearly. Clearly the answer as to why it was happening was there, but he was too immersed in what almost seemed like a new personality to use Ben�s clinical background to see the full picture.
He had one more ass to plow. One ore stupid racist jock to take down. In went the pill and after giving it a moment to settle, in went Doc�s dick.
�Do you see your boys?� He whispered in the basketball player ear as he began to fuck him. �Did you think you wouldn�t get the same treatment?� he said pounding the guy�s ass till the force just about slammed the kid into the tiled wall. �You know�� Doc said suddenly stopping. �They say that acts of aggression such as what you three were doing are actually the subconscious desires you�re ashamed of coming to the surface but revealing themselves as aggression. In other words, you don�t hate black or gay athletes, you want to be them. So this should be more of a help to your psyche than anything else�� He paused a moment to make the basketball player think he was done. ��On MAYBE��I�m JUST�..FUCKING with you!!!� With the word FUCKING Doc shot again, somehow coming up with another load of gizz to empty after only 10 minutes.
Doc staggered back to rest against the far wall as the basketball player�s transformation hit. The Jekyll gene had something special planned for this kid. Maybe the guy thought that if these black muscles freaks were turning them into black muscles freaks like themselves, maybe being a basketball player it wouldn�t be so bad. Maybe he thought that if he had to become a black man, a black basketball player wouldn�t be the worse thing.
�Better loosen the hands a bit.� Doc said to Mo who was also standing off to the side waiting for the changes to begin. Mo unlooped the rope tying his hands to the shower head, giving him some slack but not enough to get free. The guy was trying to figure out why they did that when the pain hit. Searing pain up and down his body. He thought he could see his muscles getting bigger but the pain was like the worse muscles cramp anyone could even have nightmares about. And then the shower wall started to move up. And the slack in the arm ropes got less and less loose. As the wall moved up his arms stretched out, showing the deep black skin tones that was taking over and the giant biceps that were growing. He was getting too thick. Too muscles bound. He�d never be able to move down the court like this. Never be able to get these thickening legs to be as agile as they were before. Is skin continued to darken and as much as that was freaking him out, it was the fucking wall moving up like it was that he kept thinking about. As the changes slowed down and the pain lessened he realizes, it wasn�t he wall that moved up. It was him who moved down.
Doc moved off the wall and joined Mo standing behind the three African muscles men they had just created. The light skinned densely muscled stud. The hugely muscled, grotesquely heavy mass above style obsessed bodybuilder. And the 5 foot nothing fireplug. Not even his fantastic physique could hide the fact that his shortness was bordering on dwarfism. Not that he wasn�t hot, just was not going to see a basketball court as anything but hell for the next two weeks.
�Stop crying!� Doc yelled at them. �You have been given a gift. A chance for redemption. You are MEN now, not the BOYS you used to think black men were. MEN. Use the next two weeks well. Learn and you will be returned to who you were.�
Doc knew they would be returned to who they were anyway but he thought it would help with the teaching process. Gathering up their stuff they removed the bench from blocking the door and checked their exit route. Having the room closed for �repairs� had gotten everyone to stay away, so their path out the door was clear. The guys would be found soon enough. They would be freed and they would explain who they were and what had happened. Having few believe them would be their first lesson.
Doc and Mo returned to their apartment, barely getting past the doorman again, and collapsed in Doc�s bed. As he drifted off he thought he heard the phone ring but he was going over where this was all leaning with Mo. Or Steve. Or where they would be once o turned back into Steve. Because he sure liked being Doc. And he sure liked how Mo was wrapped around his massive body sleeping soundly. Which Doc was doing soon enough too.
It was well past noon when Doc woke up with Mo still sound asleep next to him. Doc had thought he had heard the phone ringing before he drifted off the night before, and it certainly was ringing now. It might have concerned him that there were 27 messages on his machine left overnight, but they were all from his boss. Who was the person on the line when Doc picked up the phone.
�Hello�oh yea, hey Dr. Chan. No it�s me. Long night. Calm down, calm down remember your bypass. What? I did it? Did what? Calm down��OK yea the blood samples from last night�..results�.yea that does make sense�.I had suspected that the rare case of a test subject having intercourse with another test subject might trigger a second muscular change�yea�� Doc heard a rustle behind him and saw Mo standing in the doorway looking concerned. �It�s OK, don�t worry. Just the office. Nothing I didn�t figure out last night.� He whispered. �No I�m still here. Bonus? HOW MUCH? Why��..�
Doc�s jaw dropped. His eyes glazed over and he shot a look at Mo. Their eyes locked and Mo knew something terrible had to have just been said.
�The secondary transformation�before the person�s immunity system starts �curing� them�...locks the gene in? Yes. No changing back. Rewrites the entire DNA structure to the new one. Mutates the mutation. Becomes a long term manageable condition like arthritis or epilepsy. I know that�s what we were looking for�yes, who knew that the one thing we were scared of, test subjects having intercourse, was the answer��oh only with each other�.uneffected people would be OK�no carry over���
Mo continued to look Doc in the eyes. Never breaking his gaze. Hearing everything that was being said. Understanding the full ramification. He was all but laughing when he crossed the room, took Doc�s head in his hands and kissed him deeper than any kiss he ever given, or Doc and ever got.
Breaking free of the clutch Doc returned to the phone, seeing the smile not leave Mo�s face. �The test subjects? No they�re not in the lab. They�re with me�.I�ll bring them in. I know it�s against procedures but it worked didn�t it. Yea that�s what I thought you�d say. Bringing my roommate in with me. I know this wouldn�t be a good day for a tour, not bringing him for that.�
Doc and Mo shared another deep soul kiss. Doc knew that, as crazy as a thought as it was last night, he had wished this. Maybe Mo had wished it too. Course those kids�they�d gone through the secondary transformation too. Well, he did tell them they needed to learn their lesson to change back. Guess that�s going to be a longer lesson than 4 years of college.
�Hey boss, going to be there a while right?......yea���You�re going to have to help get us pass the planet�s security�.trust me��.my photo ID�s no good anymore��yea, you�ll understand when we get there. Later.�
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