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Gym Transformation

The gym at night embodied the true meaning of liminal space. A place between, a transition from one day to the other. Even for an all hour’s gym it still felt like an entire world between what it was from day to day. The silent machines, the lack of clanking metal, and the windows that only illuminated a sidewalk and the fringes of the parking lot beyond were all reminders of the night’s stillness. The errand drip from a leaky faucet in the locker rooms, the gentle whir of the drinking fountain, the soft sigh of the vents as they pumped in clean ear. The televisions that would normally be on were switched off, blank screens reflecting ghosts of the machinery at rest that could be flipped on by the remotes velcroed to the machines, but who would dare break the silence of the gym by tearing away that remote. Most people kept earphones in anyway or listened to podcasts. Even the receptionist looked like a faded copy of the original that would man the desk during the day. A gray hound silently scrolling and hoping to get away with only cleaning up once.

Though, there was always at least one person that came into the gym this hour. The swung open with a ding. A man, a little over six feet tall and bulky with his strongman build swaggered in. He wore a simple tank that rode over his belly where a healthy layer of fat rounded him out. His tawny skin accented his dark, Jersey boy haircut, giving him that suave look despite being in gym clothes. His shorts were baggy, but hung over a large ass, his thick cheeks rounding out the back before fluttering around his thick thighs. He had tube socks on with some dirty street sneakers he would switch out for his clean workout ones. A black duffle was slung over his shoulder and he had a water bottle in his free hand.

“Hey Nicky,” Ari, the big man said to the gray hound as he entered, his Bostin accent ringing true. “You heading out soon?”

“Hey Ari,” the receptionist looked up from his phone. “Yeah, I only got about ten minutes left on my shift and the place is all yours.”

“My man,” Air put his fist out and the receptionist bumped it with his own furry fist. “I’ll see you tomorrow then.”

“Yeah,” the hound smirked, standing up and cracking his back. “Maybe one of these days they’ll finally hire a night manager and have someone here for you to talk to.”

“It’s no biggy,” Ari shrugged, his duffle lifting on his cannonball shoulders. “Not like I’m going to do anything you guys haven’t seen before.”

Ari nodded to the security camera above the desk.

“To be honest, only one of them works,” the hound shrugged. “The one here at the front watching people come and go. The rest are fakes.”

“Ah, Larry really cares, huh?”

“The boss? He just cares if he catches people walking out with weights again.” Nick shrugged. “Either way. I think I’m going to head off early tonight. You want anything from the case before I go?”

“Anything good?” Ari asked.

“We got a couple of those strawberry protein bars you like. Otherwise we got a couple new protein shakes.”

“Nah, just the protein bars,” Ari dug in a side pouch of his duffle for his wallet, pulling out a couple bills while Nick used his keys to unlock the case and grab the bars.

“Sounds good,” Nick got him his bars and change before locking back up and turning off his computer. “Well, I’m going to blow this pop stand and hit the sack. Then maybe go to bed.”

“No girl yet?” Ari smirked as he snagged his bars.

“Nah, no girl yet,” the gray hound stretched, cracking his back into alignment. “How about you?”

“No girl yet either,” Ari shrugged.

“No guy neither?” Nick followed up with.

“No guy neither,” Ari confirmed.

“Dang! We’re the two most dedicated dudes in this whole place and we still got no bitches,” Nick chuckled. “Then again, I’m broke. I can’t afford to treat myself let alone a lady.”

“You can spoil a girl in other ways you know. Maybe cook? Rub her feet?”

“That can be your thing dude,” Nick waived him off as he snagged his own duffle from behind the counter and came around to leave. “Place is all yours. Lock up when you leave.”

“Will do,” Ari rolled his eyes. It was their little joke. The door automatically locked. You needed a fob to get in.

Ari got to work on his routine, shifting between machines and being the only soul in the place to make the metal clank and machine’s whir. All the while his custom toons rolled from ear to ear, keeping him in a melodious zone as he continued to pump iron and give his muscles the workout they craved.

When he was half way through his dumbbell reps, he heard something he hadn’t heard in a long time. It was the fob beeping as someone let themselves in.

“Yo Nick! You forget something?” Ari looked over his shoulder, but the gray hound wasn’t standing there anymore.

There was a man with ivory skin, his hair wavy and in that stylish hipster updo. He wore a cutoff tank and had a pair of booty shorts that accented his strong legs. He had an iPod strapped to his bicep, the elastic showing off the thickness of it. A set of headphones dangled from his ears as he strode in with a pristine white backpack.

“Hey,” the man smiled, his mustache moving with his upper lip, his teeth like diamonds as they shown with a warmness Ari wasn’t used to seeing from other men. “Are you the night manager?”

“I…” Ari blushed before shaking his head, his hair falling out of place and slinging droplets of sweat across the floor. “I just workout here at nights because most people are gone. Nick is the manager and he’ll be back in the morning.”

“Oh, sorry dude, didn’t mean to intrude,” the guy put his hands up. “You can just, well, keep doin’ what you’re doing.”

“Right,” Ari nodded slowly before going back to working out. The guy dipped into the lockers for a moment before coming back out with his workout shoes. A pair of bright blue and red Nike’s. He even had a nice spring to his step as he went to the treadmill and got to work on his cardio. Ari tried to ignore him, but he could see the powerful legs working on that machine, the way his feet flawlessly executed a perfect running form, and the constant thrumming of his shoes hitting that track beat in his head consistently, a constant rhythm that thrummed in his mind.

All through the rest of his workout he could feel the guy’s presence like some duo of high beams glaring on him and making him feel a little self-conscious. Ari was proud of his body, but he wasn’t one for showing off at the gym. He was by far bigger than the majority of the guys that lifted here, and he didn’t like showing them up or making them feel bad when he could pull nearly double the weight they did. So, he liked going in the dead of night after he got off his late shifts where he wouldn’t embarrass anyone.

Then again, this guy wasn’t trying to outdo him in any way. He may be a big guy, and by the look of those muscled cheeks, he lifts well enough to bulge out his clothes, but he didn’t want to make him feel uncomfortable. Ari proceeded to try and lift as discreetly as he could, being quiet and gentle until he got to pushing himself with his grunts. After a while he forgot he had an audience and continued to workout in junction with the other guy, typically circling around the gym on the opposite side of him. The guy shot him a wave or two during the time at the gym and Ari politely nodded or acknowledged him, but he wasn’t trying to make him feel uncomfortable or anything. Last thing Ari needed to do was scare off new business for the gym.

Then, Ari was finished with his workout. He went to go fill his water when the guy spoke up behind him.

“Nice workout dude,” he said. Ari nearly jumped out of his skin, instead he fumbled his water bottle, but caught it just as he was about to drop it, spilling some of the water back down the drain. “Oh, sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Oh, no it’s fine,” Ari chuckled, finishing his water and capping it. He turned to see the guy had his bottle ready to fill, empty as well. “Got to hydrate on the way home.”

“For sure, for sure,” the guy nodded. “I’m Chance by the way.” He offered a hand and Ari took it, and immediately felt bad. He was making this little guy shake his sweaty, gross hand! He did a quick shake and pulled his hand back.

“The name’s Ari,” he reciprocated the greeting and sidestepped out of his way to let him at the water fountain. “You just join the gym?”

“Yeah,” Chance nodded. “It’s my first night. Most places I went to had a manager, but I’m not seeing anyone besides you. I mean, you look like you spend a lot of time at the gym so I assumed you were one. Sorry if that threw you.”

“No, it’s cool,” Ari nodded, his eyes glancing over Chance’s chest. His yellow tank had drank in some of his sweat, a trail of it going down his hairy cleavage. He defiantly trimmed and man-scaped.

“That’s good,” Chance started to fill his bottle. “You usually workout at night?”

“I kind of exclusively workout at night,” Ari said, scratching the back of his head, but regretted it. He exposed his sweaty pit and his fingers came back dripping with the sweat form his hair. He quickly whipped it off behind his back.

“Why’s that?” Chance cocked a brow. “Don’t want to show off for the crowd?”

“Actually, that’s kind of the point. Most people that go here aren’t heavy lifters like myself, so I tend to show people up and they don’t’ like that. It works better for my schedule to work out at night anyway.”

“Huh, I guess we’ll be unofficial gym buddies then,” Chance screwed the cap of his water bottle on and lifted it up to Ari. “Cheers mate!”

Ari blinked before giving an awkward little chuckle and clunked his plastic bottle against Chance’s.

“Yeah, cheers!” Ari kicked himself. Why was he so nervous? Why was he always so bad at talking to people at the gym? “Anyway, I got to get going.”

“Oh? Yeah, don’t’ let me keep you,” Chance nodded and stuck his earbud back in. “I’ll catch you later, yeah?”

“Sure thing,” Ari waived as he hauled his stuff out, taking a moment by the door to switch to his street shoes. “Damn…why am I so stupid.”

Chance was having a similar internal dialogue that was eating away at him. He fumbled Ari and he wanted to hit him up later, but for now, he would sweat his anxiety away.

***

For the next month, Ari and Chance crossed each other frequently in the gym. The organic conversations between the two were rough at first, but they became more natural as time went on. Then again, it was difficult to find times to talk when they were both trying to focus on their workouts. Ari did notice that Chance wasn’t staying on the far side of the gym anymore and instead working out closer. Ari chalked it up to the guy being more comfortable in the gym and not needing to be far away or rotate his workouts based on where he was.

Ari was finishing up on the butterfly machine when Chance came over.

“Mind if I take over when you’re done,” Chance joked. It was kind of their ongoing goof because they were the only two in the gym at this hour.

“Yeah, no prob,” Ari grunted as he let the metal slowly return into a resting position. “Just finished my last set. Just give me a second to wipe it down.”

“Don’t worry about that,” Chance waived off the idea. “You just move onto your next set.”

“Really?” Ari asked standing up and glancing back at the machine, his sweat glistening against the red nylon. “I kind of sweat a lot and it’s a little wet.”

“Don’t sweat it,” Chance winked and gave him a thumbs up. “I’ll clean it up for the both of us.”

“I see what you did there,” Ari chuckled and swaggered on to his next workout. “All yours.”

Chance smiled warmly before adjusting the weight and taking Ari’s place. It was damp with his sweat and his musky smell tinged the air around him. Chance gave a little shiver as he felt his own sweat mix with Ari’s. It was a glorious mixture, the fresh warmth of their bodies mingling with one another, filling his senses with the ripeness of a fresh workout. Chance wasn’t even counting his reps. He was just making sure to take deep breaths through his nose as he did rep after rep, his own sweat tainting the manly aroma of that beautiful, Latin, strong man.

Chance was grateful that his face was red already from working out as his blush burned across his face. He could feel himself getting hard from the smell, the fantasy of being pinned down by that sweaty beast of a man. How could he not just be enamored with that paragon of man. He didn’t care if his boner was apparent in his shorts. People got hard working out all the time, this was no different.

Except that it was.

Chance got that small rush as he worked through the fantasy until every last trace of Ari’s smell was covered by the sweat of his own brow. Chance took a moment and rested, huffing from having worked his pecs so hard. Speaking of hard, his dick was nearly popping out of his shorts. He wore nice booty shorts, but his dick was large enough it could pop out the hem at any moment. Chance bit his lip before standing up, spritzing the equipment down, and taking a break to go to the bathroom.

He quickly found a stall and sat down, peeling his shorts and jock off so he could reach his aching boner. Chance stroke his pleasure, remembering that smell, that feeling of Ari’s sweat on him as he stroked. His foreskin rolled over his seven inch cock, welling up over the end and letting his pre drip onto the floor as he stroked with abandon, his balls peeling away from his sweaty thigh and bouncing between his legs.

Chance pulled his shirt up and tucked it under his chin as he stroked, the sweaty fabric cool to the touch as he looked down his own body. His pecs pumped from his workout, his belly fat warped into the shadow of abs that lay hidden beneath as he stroked his dong to the fantasy. It was corny, and he knew it, but he loved the idea of Ari working out on that butterfly machine while having him sit in his lap. The constant clank of the metal behind them going in rhythm to the plapping of his ass on his cock. Chance’s eyes fluttered, his long lashes shading his eyes as he huffed, hot breath curling around his lips as his hips gently grinded against the toilet seat for a cock that simply wasn’t there.

Chance was already on the edge, his pucker clenching with his rapidly approaching climax. He gave a light whimper as his prostate clenched and a thick load of his cum smacked against the stall door. His eyes rolled back into his skull as he tried to contain his moaning, instead giving barely audible gasps on each surging shot. He hit the door three times before the rest of his seed spilled on the ground. He leaned back, letting his shirt flop back into place.

All the while he imagined Ari pumping his load deep inside him. God he wished he could get pregnant! He would love to be his barefoot house husband just draining his balls whenever and wherever he could.

This little crush started out as just that, a little crush, but it never went away. Sure, crushes can last for a while, but Chance had never felt this burning need for a person ever in his life, and things were getting out of hand. He usually jacked it when he got home, but for some reason, he just couldn’t control himself. He thought he could be sneaky, maybe take a bit of Ari’s smell home with him, but he just couldn’t control it. It was beyond intoxicating. Completely uncontrollable. He didn’t even recognize himself when he was like this. It was like Ari was his personal brand of crack in a way that no matter what Ari did, he found it attractive.

Though, Ari seemed aloof or just not interested in him. He would keep his distance, even when Chance found ways of being closer to him, to engage and talk, but he would say something to end the conversation so they could get back to working out. He didn’t know if it was because he was straight, or if he was just not interested, or if he just wanted to focus on his workout.

Chance was in turmoil. How could he let this go so far and sink so deep into his bones. He silently cursed himself as he cleaned up his mess, using his workout towel to get most of the spunk off. He’d come back later with a spray bottle or something form the gym floor. He either needed to do something or move on, and moving on seemed to not be an option. Normally Chance just needed to bat his baby blues and have men clamor to get inside him, but this was different. Ari didn’t seem to play games or even have an agenda beyond working out.

He had confirmed with him on one occasion that he was single, so why was he just so distant to him?

Chance chewed on the inside of his cheek as he scrolled through his phone, looking for anything that might help entice a big strongman like Ari to come over and talk longer. Maybe he could sus out some info on social media? Ari seemed to be fairly inactive online though. Posting only on holidays or vacation pictures.

Then Chance blinked. One of his pictures from several years ago was of him kissing a dude! He was bi!

Chance shortly grieved the reality that he had a chance. At this point he would rather Ari was straight as an arrow and he didn’t need to try anymore, and let this whole thing just die off, but no, he wasn’t that lucky. He was grateful that he had a chance, but he wished it could have been over then and there instead of having to deal with it further.

Chance continued to scroll until an advertisement came through. It was for a phone app? It wasn’t so much a dating app as it was something that could guarantee attraction. Chance furrowed his brow and looked up the app online. Apparently thousands of people had used it and claimed it worked. There was one negative review saying that the app malfunctions, but the overwhelming response was that this app could change your life.

“How the hell does it work? Chronivac technology? What does that even mean? If it works so well, then why haven’t I heard of it before?” Chance scrolled down further and got his answer. “Holy shit! It costs that much? For an app?”

Chance felt his stomach churn at the high cost, but it somehow did give the claims legitimacy. This was either really expensive snake oil, or exactly what it portrayed.

Chance leaned against the wall, letting the cool tile sap the thrumming heat form his body. He mulled it over for a minute until he saw something next to the price tag. It was a golden sticker that read “Satisfaction Guaranteed, or Your Money Back!”

He felt the decision starting to weigh on him. An app that could change reality was absolutely bonkers! The ravings of a mad man with a boner for transformation and control. It couldn’t be real, and those guarantees don’t mean anything, right? They are all fake garbage to get you to buy crappy products. What was that Tommy Boy quote? “I can shit in a box and slap a guarantee on the side if you have time.”

“Fuck it,” Chance finally said. “What do I have to lose? Who needs rent money when you can bend the reality of space and time?”

He tapped his information in and sent his hard earned cash away into the ethos as the app started to download. Chance stood there for a few minutes, refreshing the page, but after a while he thought maybe something went wrong. He clicked on his apps and saw it was downloading, but he didn’t quite understand the file type or the amount of data it was putting into his phone. He got an email just then and pulled it up. It was a receipt for buying the app and a notification that it could take several days to download.

“Oh, you got to be shitting me,” Chance rolled his eyes. “I’m canceling my order.”

Chance went to the app store, and attempted to do the money back guarantee, but an error popped up saying that it couldn’t be done while the app was downloading and to request a refund upon completion of the app being installed.

“Whatever,” Chance shook his head, frowning down at his phone. “Fuck me sideways. I got it bad, don’t I.”

“Got what bad?”

Chance nearly jumped out of his skin, his phone bouncing between his hands before he caught it with a contented sigh.

“Ari,” Chance smiled. “You startled me.”

“Yeah, sorry about that,” Ari said, scratching the back of his head. “You’re just in the way. Can I get past you here?”

“Oh, sure,” Chance chuckled and walked into the lockers with Ari. “Sorry about that.”

“Don’t worry about it. The lockers are kind of narrow so there’s just not much room.”

“For sure, for sure,” Chance opened his locker and started putting his clothes away. Then a thought occurred to him. A truly silly thought. He was willing to blow all that money on some snake oil app before just asking Ari out? Chance mentally kicked himself as he was packing his things. Once he zipped his backpack he spoke up.

“So Ari…do you have any fun plans for the weekend?”

“Huh?” Ari looked up from his duffle and smiled. “Oh, yeah I have a dinner date.”

“Oh you do?” Chance felt his heart sour, but he kept his smile on. “That sounds fun.”

“Sure, I got a big weekend ahead of me,” Ari threw a beaming smile as he slung his duffle over his shoulder. “How about you?”

“Oh, nothing in particular,” Chance shrugged. “Maybe catch up on the laundry.”

“Yeah, I feel that. You’ve been hitting it pretty hard in the gym too,” Ari nodded at him as he got his other shoes on. “I bet your dirty clothes are piling up.”

“Yeah,” Chance pursed his lips before he sat down on the other side of the bench. Not quite back to back, but close enough that when Ari moved to put on his other shoe, his elbow brushed Chance’s. The warmth of that tawny skin was like a flame that ran through Chance. Even the arm hair was soft and silky with sweat as he shifted.

“Sorry, dude,” Ari smirked, bouncing up on his feet. “Didn’t mean to smack you there.”

“It’s no problem,” Chance’s blush was deep as it burned over his face. “For real.”

“That’s good. I’ll see you around the gym,” Ari saluted to Chance and made his way out.

Chance angrily laced up his sneakers and shoved his gym ones in his backpack before heading out. He needed to get that app going. Maybe connecting to his home internet would make it load faster.

***

Ari felt bad the way he left Chance at the gym. He was half way through a pickup line when he chickened out. He was going to say he had a dinner date planned with him, if he’d have him, but then the way Chance looked away, like he was ashamed, maybe he wasn’t gay? He looked uninterested in the fact he had a date lined up, so he just sort of let it fall flat and got the hell out before he embarrassed himself further.

Though, maybe this time he could actually follow through.

He had accepted Chance’s friend requests online so now he knew he was gay, but that only made his blunder last Friday all the more embarrassing. The fear of rejection stayed his hand and he decided to play it safe and use his hand instead of some tight, jock hole that weekend. God, he had no game.

“Whatever,” Ari huffed as he pumped iron. “I’m not going to let that stop me today. After our workout, I’m going to ask that cute fucker out.”

The ding of the door opening for Chance rang through the air. Ari paused his workout to look at him and give a little wave. Chance didn’t return it, but maybe he just didn’t notice. Then again, he always waived at him when he came in. Maybe…Maybe tonight wasn’t the night either.

Chance dipped into the lockers as soon as he could and pulled out his phone. The app had finally finished downloading and he could access it. He opened it up as he got to changing into his gym clothes. A warning about his phone having a dated operating system flashed across the screen, but he quickly dismissed it. With how much money he shucked at the damn thing, he wasn’t going to let a little warning label keep him from doing what he wanted with the app.

It was off-putting that it already had Ari’s information in it, as if the app knew that Ari was the focus of his desires. He brushed it off as the app pulling people from his social media contacts. Ari would be the first alphabetically. There were plenty of toggles and switches and spectrum sliders that promised it could change reality and even make adjustments to his preferences. There was even dimensions on dick size and the giving to receiving ratio for sex.

“Fuck, this shit can’t be real,” Chance rolled his eyes. “But then again, I already spent the money.”

There was a relationship toggle set to single and he could flip it to dating while adding himself as the significant other. Chance decided he should start small with that and flipped the switch and put himself as the SO.

“Well, let’s see if this worked,” Chance shrugged. He went out to the floor and waived at Ari.

“Hey Chance,” Ari called out as he racked some weights. “How you doin’ tonight?”

Chance smiled and waved back, “I’m doin’ pretty good. So, how are you and your partner doing?”

“Partner?” Ari cocked his head. “Nah, I ain’t seeing anyone.”

“Oh,” Chance blushed. “I…”

“Why do you ask? Do I give off the taken man vibe? Nah, I’m single.”

“No, it’s just…nothing,” Chance put on a smile. “Just thought I’d ask about that date you had.”

“Oh, yeah, that…” Ari felt the opening, but he let it pass. Something about Chance felt off today and he didn’t want to waste his shot on an off day. “It fell through. Spent the weekend at home.”

“That sucks dude,” Chance went up to the treadmill and started it up. “But hey, glad you’re getting out there.”

Ari gave him a thumbs up as he made his way to his next machine. Chance on the other hand had the app open. He might as well play around with it if it didn’t work, right? Get some enjoyment out of it. He opened up a tab that was simply labeled “Anatomy.”

It looked like one of those character builder screens where he could adjust what someone looked like. Chance glanced at Ari and noticed he was on the butterfly machine. He pulled up his pecs and shrugged as he increased the strength of his pecs by a notch.

“Shit!” Ari shouted. Chance looked back at him, a loud clamor causing him to pause. “Did I miss a rung?”

Ari put the weight back down and looked at what the machine was set to. It was his usual weight. It was too light.

“Alright,” Ari nodded and slipped it down a few more rungs and got to working out, feeling his normal amount of resistance.

Chance glanced at Ari in the mirror, his jaw on the floor. Did his pecs just get stronger? He couldn’t quite tell from this angle, but his hairy cleavage seemed to have hit a pretty large pump.

“No way,” Chance blinked before sliding the toggle up another notch. Again, the machine clanked as Ari pressed the metal too far.

Ari paused, looked at the machine and raised the resistance again. Chance’s eyes were wide as he looked at the screen. It wasn’t possible, was it? He flipped a dial and he watched as Ari’s arms’ pumped, getting thicker as veins rolled across them. He could hardly believe it as he watched Ari’s arms beef up, getting thicker as he continued to work out.

Chance continued to toy with the app, rising Ari’s strength little by little. First his chest and arms, then his abs. Ari’s strong man belly shrank down, abs chewing away the fat as his now stretched out shirt hung limply over his powerful abs while the top clung to his chest. Ari gripped the hem of his shirt, lifting it up to swipe sweat from his brow revealing the thundering obliques and angry trenches between those abs, his body hair rolling down in a treasure trail to his loins. His Adonis belt crunched into reality, his powerful thighs became more cut, thicker than normal before becoming teardrops, his calves thickening and yet slimming at the same time, his socks rolling down as the expanding muscle pushed the hems further below to bunch around his ankles. His shoes creaked, Ari wincing at the pain in his feet as they pushed against the edge of his shoes.

Chance continued to twist dials up, watching as Ari’s body became more and more perfect, bigger, stronger, more powerful. Chance’s own boner was bouncing in his shorts, flopping against his thigh as he jogged and continued to twist and slide Ari’s body up larger. He found the height dial and twisted it.

Ari grunted as his head the pullup bar. Normally he just needed to dip down, but this time it’s like it came down to greet him as well. Ari was feeling great, his pump coursing through him. He rolled his shoulders, the muscles flexing into cannonballs, his delts shifting up onto his neck, his lats forcing his shirt to ride up as his arms were forced at an angle.

Chance was so hot and steamy at the sight he didn’t even really notice the warning that flashed on the app. He went to go kick Ari’s growth up another notch when suddenly his phone sparked.

“Shit!” Chance hissed, stopping the treadmill and letting it gently deposit him onto the ground. On the dash of the equipment, the screen was glitching, smoke curling up from the speakers as sparks flew. The screen cracked as the pixels on the phone desperately tried to display something before the battery in the phone gave out. It burst, popping open like a fire cracker was inside, but that little explosion sent a rippling shockwave through the gym.

Chance felt that wave smack his chest and curl up his spine like a lightning rod. He gasped as his nerves lit up with static. It was like he was surrounded by magnetized pop rocks, his hair standing on end as goosebumps rolled over his ivory skin.

“Chance?” Ari had jumped at the sudden burst, but then that wave smacked him too. It curled around his heart and then shot up his spine.

“F-Fuck…” Chance gasped as pleasure tingled up his spine. His pecs pushed forward, getting thicker, stronger, the fibers rolling before pushing out. His spine elongated, each vertebrae cracking as it lengthened and strengthened to support the oncoming mass that was trying to find purchase in Chance’s body.

Ari’s spine went rigid, arching his back as his cock lunged forward. Pleasure rumbled in his balls! It felt like his cum was boiling in his nuts, demanding release as his sack grew tight. Each nut rolled out larger, distending his shorts and causing the hem to creep further down, the dark root of his dick and a healthy bush of pubes being exposed as his dick lengthened, the base getting thicker and pushing his pubes aside to allow his cock to expand.

Chance hunched over, his gut melting away as his abs crunched into reality, his obliques rolling up his sides before his back widened. Chance’s face cracked, pushing out further as his teeth grew sharper. He gave a deep snarl as he balled up his fists, only to feel pricks of pain and opened them up wide. He stood back up, huffing as he looked at his hands. His fingernails had grown dark and were pushing out into points.

Ari’s nose was pushing out and getting harder, turning golden as his chin did the same. Little white hairs started to pop up around his chest and neck as his fingernails grew darker and pointed. Ari gave a low huff as the pleasure shot through his cock, his foot long pushing his shorts out of the way as it throbbed and tore the elastic, causing his short sand underwear to flop down around his ankles. He stepped out of them, gripping onto a machine for balance as his cock oozed pre. His toes burst from his shoes, thick raptor like talons slicing through the fabric.

Chance snarled, slate colored body hair started to press up out of his skin while his chest hair turned white. His shirt tore down the center, splitting as his pecs lunged out, his nipples bright pink. His biceps flexed, his nails thickening into claws as his palms became more square, his fingers flexing and getting thicker as the tips grew white while the backs grew dark.

Ari flexed hard, his body forcing him into a most muscular pose and causing his growth to simply explode. He lurched upwards, his muscles wringing out every ounce of growth as his cock spewed his old human seed onto the floor, his balls emptying fast before fueling back up with his new genetic material. His shirt tore apart over his back, dark brown hairs were covering his skin before ruffling out into feathers. Despite the silky plumage, the powerful tectonic plates of muscle that made up Ari’s back fought for space, shifting against one another, pressing hard and then flexing into reality over and over as veins throbbed across that atlas!

Chance’s nose grew dark, the hair coming in thick until he was coated with gray dark gray fur. His cheek bones pushed up higher to show off his jowls as his ears rose to the top of his head and flopped over themselves. His tail whipped out behind him, smacking equipment and knocking over machines. His shorts burst off him, his fury ass cheeks exploding form those booty shorts as a duo of dark gray globes. His hamstrings flexed, cording with power to support that massive ass. His shoes tore open, his white toes tipped with dark claws, the tops of his feet that dark gray. His neck grew thicker, lashing onto his powerful jaw, his corded neck widening into his delts.

Ari screeched as his beak formed, his face twisting and cracking into something more angular as his bald eagle form burst into reality. White feathery plumage rolled up from between his shelf like pectorals into his majestic head. The dark brown fur curling down the rest of his body. His hands grew yellow before powerful talons ripped forward form his fingertips, his feet doing the same. The powerful plates on his back muscle flexed before a duo of wings burst forward, extending one at a time form his shoulder blades. His pectoral muscles flexing harder, striations rippling the feathers as they lashed on only for the plumage to soften the sharp angles.

Chance snarled, as his jock strap distended, his thick sheath and balls pushing down the too small jock so much that both his balls flopped out, each a white furry orange with a blush of pink that rolled up his thick shaft. A final shiver ran up Chance’s back, his short fur getting longer on his chest, puffing up into silky fur between his pecks and arms, a slightly shaggy happy trail twisting down his abs.

“What the fuck?” Ari started. “What the fuck just happened?”

Chance turned to look at Ari and his sheath throbbed, his cock tip swelling outside of the sheath. He had to be at least eight feet tall, his head scraping the ceiling. He was a majestic bald eagle. His form was overflowing with muscle. His pectoral shelf cast shade over his abdominals, his powerful thighs crunched and flexed the slightest shift in his stance, his monstrous arms rested at an angle with how large they were, and his dick! Fuck, that dick had to be three feet of all American fuck meat.

Ari looked at Chance as his maw hung open, his tongue lulling out as he panted, his blue eyes drinking in the beast he had become. Chance was a blue pitbull, his body stacked and powerful. He would put mister universe to shame, and yet he was still shorter than himself.

Ari glanced at his reflection, his cock throbbing and shooting a thick wad of pre over the machinery his growth had displaced.

“Did you do this?” Ari directed to Chance while he looked at himself in the mirror, flexing one bicep, the double peak rising above his head.

“I…yes…” Chance shook his head, a pink blush rolling over his jowls as he finally snapped out of his stupor. “I mean, I was just going to use the app to get you to go on a date with me, but it didn’t work. So I um…I started modifying your body…then it sort of broke my phone…Oh shit!”

Chance spun around, his large feet slapping the ground as he looked at the shredded piece of metal and glass that was once his phone. He couldn’t undo what had just happened.

“I…Ari, I’m so sorry,” Chance spun back around, his pec swaying with his motion, his pendulous nuts slapping between his thighs. “I had no idea this would…I didn’t think it could change us and…I thought I could undo whatever I had done if it was even going to work.”

Ari looked down at Chance, his predatory eyes glaring into Chance’s. Ari took a step forward, then another, the entire building shaking, dust falling from the dropdown ceiling as he put both powerful hands on Chance’s shoulders.

“So, you did all this, made us transform into beasts, so you could ask me out?”

“I…um…” Chance felt like he was going to cry, the big pitty’s eyes glistening. A look that was almost laughable on such a massive dog. “Yes…” he admitted.

“I guess that saves me some time,” Ari smirked. “Because I was going to ask you out.”

“You...were?” Chance got his answer as the sound of flexing muscle and rustling feathers filled the air. Ari bent forward, his powerful arms slipped behind and rolled down the sculpted back of that pitty as he leaned in and pressed his beak against Chace’s lips. The pitbull blinked before melting into the embrace. It was odd at first, trying to find a way to kiss with a beak, but soon Ari found that he could French just fine, his tongue long and thick as it rolled around Chance’s thick one.

“Yeah, I was going to ask you out on Friday, but…I kind of chickened out.” Ari smiled broadly. “I guess that explains why I turned into a bird.”

“I thought you had a date?” Chance let the joke fly over his head.

“I was going to do a pickup line on you, but…It fell flat. I was going to say I had a date with some cute guy and play it around and then land on it being you.”

“Oh,” Chance blushed, a sly grin forming on his muzzle. “So, you had the hots for me?”

“Apparently not as much as you did for me. How did you even do all this?”

“You’re never going to believe me, but with an app.”

“Ah, well,” Ari glanced at the shattered phone. “No going back now, I guess, huh?”

“I don’t think so…I think we can transform back manually if we use a new app, but…would you want that?”

“Fuck no! Do you see how fucking hot I am?” Ari lifted an arm and flexed, his sweaty pit filing the air with his musk. “I can model for men’s fitness and playgirl!”

A sudden smack of something against Ari’s chest alerted him to the fact Chance was rock hard, his foot and a half red rocket throbbing and shooting streams of pre onto Ari’s abs.

“Fuck, doesn’t look like I’m the only one who thinks I’m sexy,” Ari bounced his eyebrows. “You want to uh…yaknow,” Ari flexed his cock, that thick member smacking Chance’s powerful pecs. “Make it up to me for transforming us both?”

“You were shy before?” Chance cocked a brow.

“Yeah, can’t say any of the small stuff bothers me right now. I know I’m going to have to change my entire life, and for sure find a gym that can actually challenge this new bod, but…fuck if I get to look like a bodybuilder’s wet dream and get your sweet pitty ass as well, I think I’m willing to change my life up for that.”

“Oh fuck, Ari…” chance murred, hopping up and wrapping his arms around his thick neck and pulling him into a kiss. Clearly Chance couldn’t pull him down though with his monstrous size. Ari simply complied and consented to the kiss.

“Does that mean you’ll have me?” Ari asked.

“Id be a fucking fool not to date the hottest fucking man in the world. I thought you were a smoke show before, but now, fuck! I don’t think I could ever say no to your bod. I just want you to dump your pups deep inside me.”

“Oh fuck, that’s hot,” Ari murred, his cock throbbing between them.

“So, my place or yours?”

“You think I’m fucking waiting, pup?” Ari gripped Chance and slammed him against the mirror wall with calculated ease so as to not break the mirrors, but still pin his new man. “You said you couldn’t deny me, let’s put that to the fucking test!”

Ari silenced them both as he made out with the pitty, their tongues lulling around one another’s as they grinded, the wall of mirrors getting smeared by their mixed sweat and musk, their cocks leaking over one another. Chance felt like a pup in Ari’s arms. The eagle was a beast of size and power and he couldn’t help but yield to him. Ari’s powerful hands gripped his scruff and he gave a little yip, his maw opening wider for him as his dick grinded Chance’s chest. The pitty was surrounded by Ari’s smell, and it was so potent coming from the source. His new sensitive dog nose filled with the powerful scent of man as it curled up his muzzle and huffed between their breaths. Chance’s red rocket was already hard and pounding almost painfully. A duo of knots, one atop the other formed on the base of Chance’s dick, the one below slightly larger than the one above. His toes curled, the meaty digits scraping into the matted floor as his eyes rolled into the back of his head.

“You doin’ okay pup?” Ari’s Bostin accent curled around his cocky grin, his rolling voice sending vibrations through Chance. “You look like you’re going to pass out.”

“Holy shit Ari,” Chance gasped. “I think I’m going to bust just kissing you.”

“Really?” Ari’s cock throbbed. “Let’s see if that’s true.”

Chance wanted to protest, but as soon as their tongues were in each other’s maws, he melted. The pitty’s body tingled from head to toe, every nerve alight with a rolling static, every bit of his fur dripped from their accumulative sweat. Beads of their musky perspiration spackled the mirrors as they continued to make out, steam wafting off their bodies and fogging up the windows to the gym.

Ari started to roll his hips, their cocks rubbing against one another. A mix of their sweat and pre lubed their cocks as Ari rolled his hips, grinding into his pup as their tongues continued to smack. Chance felt like his dick was sparking with how good it felt to have it rub against Ari’s. Chance felt the pleasure building rapidly, but he still wanted to give Ari a good time. He gripped his pecks, and forced himself to relax them, letting the head of Ari’s dick slip into that warm crevice.

“Oh fuck yeah baby! Let me fuck those manly tits,” Ari growled into their kiss before going back to making out. Chance flexed his pecks, and that cock flexed back, pushing them apart. Even Ari’s dick was stronger than Chance. Even Ari’s cock could dominate him effortlessly. He pressed his pecs together, playing with his nips and gently adulating them to have them clap on that shaft forcing them apart.

“Holy shit!” Chance’s heart was racing, thrumming in his chest and blooming with joy every time that dick rubbed deep into that pec crevice. The lower half of that shaft enjoyed the pitty’s thrusts against it, his cock shooting ropes of pre in warning of his rapidly approaching orgasm. “I’m gunna…oh fuck…I’m gunna…”

Ari gave an avian growl, his wings spreading wide as one of his powerful hands gripped down on Chance’s double knot and started stroking. The pitty didn’t stand a chance. He game, his red rocket gorging itself on blood and throbbing, shooting lances of pearly seed onto Ari’s chest. They felt like they were coming from a power washer with how concentrated those jets were. Chance’s taint snapped into action, clenching hard to propel his seed forward in offering to Ari’s dominance and size.

“Fuck babe,” Ari rumbled. “That’s hot as fuck!”

Ari opened his palm and gripped both Chance’s dick and his own, smearing that musky nut over his shaft as he fucked up into those muscular, manly love pillows. He loved how they bounced and tried to crunch against his thrusts, trying to give him more pleasure as he forced them apart with each powerful grind of his hips.

Then, The cock head broke through the top of Chance’s pecs. The pitty was panting like a bitch in heat, and his face glowed red with his release, but once he saw that cock head, his tongue lulled out. He gripped his pecs and pushed them together, lapping over that cock head and causing Ari to give a powerful screech as pleasure rolled down his dick.

“FUCK! Don’t stop! Keep doing that! FUCK!” Ari shouted, his hips thrusting sporadically as his balls churned and started to rise. His prostate grew tight, getting ready to throb and jet into action, his cock grew darker as it swelled with its impending release.

“FUCK YEAH!!!” Ari screeched, his cock jetting out thick wads of cum. They splattered over the mirror at first, rolling down with their thick weight onto Chance’s head just before his face was painted with that rolling nut. Ari thrusted, his hips milking that pleasure for all it was worth as his prostate snapped, audibly squelching his nuts while his balls churned the bubbling cum out of him. He could feel his individual swimmers bubbling through his cock as they shot through his distended cum pipe as he shot rope after thick, musky rope of cum.

Ari’s legs shook, flexing hard from each rope of cum, but they slowly became steadier as his orgasm tapered off. Ari’s cock didn’t go down though. It simply throbbed, continuing to ooze out pre as he gave a deep chuckle.

“Fuck, it’s like I didn’t even bust,” Ari flapped his wings and let out an eagle screech. “I could fuck like a machine with this bod. I knew anthros could fuck longer, but I had no idea it was like this.”

“I…I think it’s a bit different…for us,” Chance panted out.

“Yeah, I’m fucking huge in every sense of the word. I don’t’ know if there is anyone as large as I am, at least not avian.”

“Fuck Ari,” Chance panted, gripping onto Ari’s chest to keep himself up. The eagle noticed that Chance’s legs were quaking and moved to help.

“Damn little man, I have that hard of an effect on ya?” Ari chuckled, slipping his hands underneath Chance’s pits and pulling him up into a bear hug, their pecs pressed against one another’s as he pulled him into a deep kiss. Their tongues swirled, their breath mingled, and their lusty groans mixed.

Ari felt an itch in his muscles, a power, a need to be used. He flexed his leg and kicked behind him and knocked the machinery out of the way. Bars and metal crashing noisily to the side as Ari laid back, taking his pitty pup with him.

“Ready for round two?” Ari asked his pup.

“Fuck yes,” Chance murred. “You want me to show you what I can do?”

“Of course, baby,” Ari winked at his man, spreading his wings out on the floor and pushing other machinery away to let him put his hands behind his head. “What have you wanted to do since the moment you set eyes on all this?”

“Oh fuck, I wanted to drain you dry until you were a husk,” Chance murred. “Though, I have a feeling this will be a nice experience for you.”

Ari cocked a brow before his eyes went wide and he let out a low moan.

“Holy shit, that feels soo gooooood,” Ari’s head rolled back as he grinded up.

Chance had dipped his feet below, the bottoms of his feet a pale pink as he cupped Ari’s nuts with them. Each ball was the size of a melon, and each of Chance’s feet perfectly cupped them. He gently flexed his toes, his claws itching those feathery balls. His toes flexed, rolling them around as he gently messaged them with his perfect, soft feet. Chance could feel those balls actively working, churning currents of seed were surging through those powerful testosterone factories. Warm pulsing flows of Ari’s essence surged just beneath that scrotum he was working, feeling how it coursed through them and how it messaged against his soles before giving them a proper thankyou in return. A gentle grope, a roll of warm toes, his foot claws working over the plumage to really make that bird squawk.

“Oh fuck, I can feel my cum churning inside my balls,” Ari moaned. “They are so sensitive. Shit!”

“Yeah big guy?” Chance murred, pushing himself up to look down at Ari as he arched his back, his thick cheeks coming to cradle and hold that pillar of man meat between them. “You aint seen nothin’ yet.”

Chance started to grind his hips down, that powerful ass gripping and hotdoging that cock. Chance could feel the cum surging upwards, harder and faster with each tease, thick globs of cloudy pre oozing down that shaft and glazing the pitty’s buns. Chance bit his lower lip as his dick worked down Ari’s abs, bouncing between those powerful balls of muscle, working up the cum he already painted them with and slipping back and forth in the musky slick. Chance would fan his toes one at a time, flexing wide and gripping that scrotum when they came back down, rolling those nuts from one side to the other while he played with that cock head.

“Oh fuck, you really know how to get me going. I bet your soles will smell really good now that you’ve marked them with my fucking nut sack. Fuck!”

“I keep my feet very clean, all the better to work them on those big, full, balls of yours.” Chance murred, biting his lower lip.

Pleasure surged up Ari’s dick, his cock throbbing and painting Chance’s back with a thick rope of pre before it descended and glazed over the carved granite of his back. Ari was going crazy with how sensitive his shaft was, hell even his balls felt like his dick head was getting sucked by each of those ten toes and soft soles.

“Fuck! You’re getting me all riled up, pup,” Ari growled as his own toes flexed, his hips grinding up into that beautiful ass.

“Am I?” Chance gave a sly grin. “I hadden’t noticed.”

“Stop playing with it and get to riding,” Ari smacked Chance’s ass and he gave a little surprised yip that melted off into a deep rumbling murr.

“As you wish,” Chance rumbled and rolled his hips forward, taking a hand and angling that thick cock head with his pucker. Ari never let go of that ass cheek and was pulling it off to the side. Steam rolled off the two, the walls starting to drip with condensation as the air got hot and heavy. Chance pressed back, that cock head shooting a jet of clear Ari essence up his hole to lube the way.

“There baby, I helped you, now sit on it,” Ari chuckled, a cocky grin on his muzzle.

“Fuck yes,” Chance gave a soft moan as he pressed back harder. Suddenly his hole gave way and that dick slipped inside. Chance arched his back, his hole blooming with pleasure. It was like every cell of his ass was a g-spot, each blazing with pleasure and causing his breath to hitch in his throat.

“Oh fuck that’s tight!” Ari growled, gripping both of Chance’s cheeks and thrusting inward, the first foot of that three foot dong vanishing into that round, muscled ass.

“Oh FUCK!” Chance came. He couldn’t control it. His toes flexed and twitched against Ari’s balls as his asshole clenched that member injecting him with pleasure. His orgasm bloomed from deep in his guts, his cock throbbing and spewing his second nut onto Ari’s pecs that shaft started to roll inside of him.

“Damn baby,” Ari chuckled. “I know I’m good, but not that good. You really got the hots for me, don’t cha baby doll?”

Chance could only respond with a moan as he pushed back, sinking more of that dick inside of him. Chance drooled, his cock still throbbing, his orgasm renewing as he sheathed that fuck log deep inside him. A bulge formed on his abs, the thick head of that shaft distending his gut slightly as he sat there, his hole twitching and milking that shaft.

Then Chance started to move. It was minimal, but every time he tried to pull off that cock, his body would scream at him to stop and shove it back in. And every time it bottomed out, it kissed a beautiful love button that caused Chance’s nips to get hard and leak. Milk dribbled from his nips, adding to the musky mix they had all around them.

“Fuck, those tits of yours already leaking, baby? I haven’t even knocked you up yet,” Ari got no response from the hound besides whimpering moans. “Fuck, am I too much man for the tough looking pup? Time to change things up.”

Chance could hardly understand what was happening, but the mountain of muscle beneath him shifted, lifting him up with the strength of his cock alone and laying him back. Chance was on his back now. His cock kept leaking cum the entire time. His orgasm never stopped, only slowing.

“You’ve enjoyed that dick stretching your pretty hole,” Ari smirked, before flexing both his arms. “But how about you let your man show you a how it feels to get fucked by an alpha.”

Ari’s hips rode back and Chance tried to lock his legs behind him, to keep himself flush with those abs, to keep that cock inside of him, but Ari simply clicked his tongue and gripped his feet by the ankles and spread them wide.

“Don’t worry pup, plenty of time to lock your legs behind me, but for now, let me show you a good time.”

Chance didn’t know what he meant, but Ari rolled his hips back, a third of that cock pulling out and the pleasure ebbing. It was only for a second, but then Ari slammed back in. Chance’s eyes practically had hearts in them as that eagle bottomed out and slammed his hips home. A loud, proud smack of those ass cheeks as those thick legs, made for fucking met those beautiful ass cheeks.

“Oh fuck yes! You’re so fucking tight!” Ari moaned, going slow at first, but finding it difficult as the vice like sexy silk hugging his cock was constantly twitching in orgasm.

“H-Harder!” Chance moaned, his toes flexing, fanning and twitching as his pleasure shot through him every time that cock head smacked home. Ari didn’t need to be told twice as he rammed his dick faster. “FUCK! HARDER!”

“Shit! You aint afraid of voiding the warranty, huh?”

“FUCK ME!” Chance screamed, pushing back against Ari’s thrusts as best he could.

“Here you go,” Ari smirked, pretending to make hydraulic sounds as he adjusted his arms. “You asked for it.”

Ari let loose. His legs instantly knew what to do. Nature took over as Ari slammed away, the loud slapping of their hips smacking together filling the air as he rammed home. His muscles were made for fucking, for thrusting his manhood deep into his mate. He was fucking faster than a jack hammer, thick strands of pre flying as those hips plapped wetly. Their muscles were so dense and powerful it was like listening to boulders constantly being smacked together while rapped in thin leather.

Chance screamed, his cock spewing more cum, his knots throbbing, his cock glazing his pecs as they bounced with the powerful thrusts from Ari. Those bouncing love pillows dripping milk as Ari pounded away. The eagle cursed the fact he didn’t have lips to nurse on those beautiful pecs, but he did have a tongue he could use. Pleasure sparked on his dick, a constant wet shlorping and splecking filling the air as he lifted up Chance’s foot to his face. It was a glorious sole, a faded pink with a gorgeous arch and almost too large for the pitty. He had to have at least size twenties, but to Ari, they looked like size thirteens with their size difference.

Ari opened his beak, his tongue lulling over that sole and tasting his own musk, and smelled the faint hint of sandalwood and cedar from the body wash Chance used. He slicked his tongue all around that sole, slipping around those toes before moving onto the other. He did the same before widening his stance, each knee smacking into the ground and cracking the concrete. He took Chance’s legs and pulled them up together before shoving his beak into them, smelling his man’s soles as his balls plapped against his ass.

“Fuck! I’m close,” Ari rumbled. “Fuck yes! So fucking tight! I’m going to breed that ass! I’m going to knock that fucking ass up!”

“Fuck Ari! Breed me! Fill me the fuck up! I don’t’ care if I get pregnant! I want your fucking pups!”

“Damn right you do baby! And if I get you knocked up I’ll just have to buy a pretty rock to put on your finger. I ain’t going to let nobody else tap that sexy bussy ever again! You want that pup? You want me to own that fucking ass?”

“Yes! Breed me! Please! I NEED IT!”

Ari screeched and slammed his balls home, his wings beating as his balls surged with pleasure, bouncing up high as his prostate clenched and shot forward his load. His cum pipe distended before unleashing a torrent of cum deep inside his man. That thick head distending Chance’s gut throbbed, thick glorping squelching filling the air as his belly filled with cum. Each shot was audible, accompanied by another triumphant screech, and each time Chance’s belly grew, it distended with more cum, rounding out into a glorious cum filled roid gut.

As soon as Ari regained his senses, he started thrusting again, his cock glazed in his cum before he leaned forward and started making out with Chance.

“Fuck, you want another round baby?”

“Yes! Yes please,” Chance begged.

“That’s my good girl,” Ari rumbled, thrusting and causing Chance to scream out in pleasure.

The two fucked long into the early morning, never stopping, trashing the place with no regard for the consequences. It wasn’t until morning came that they had finally fucked themselves into a half hard state and slumped in their musky den of debauchery. Chance was in Ari’s arms, murring into his chest as they cuddled, waiting for their dicks to get hard so they could continue.

“So…how about that date?” Ari asked.

“Do you even have to ask?” Chance chuckled. “I think I have more of your DNA inside me than my own at this point.”

“Yeah, but I ain’t just a sex maniac.” Ari smirked. “I’d like to spoil my partner.”

“I know,” Chance smiled. “So, how about that Chinese place a few blocks down. I could go for some easy carbs.”

“It’s a date,” Ari rumbled, nuzzling into him.

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