Warning: Illegal drug use and paraphernalia, dangerous substances. This is a work of erotic fiction, emphasis on fiction. I do not condone the use of steroids, synthol or silicone in real life.

Themes: (All of these transformations, while exaggerated, are nonetheless real world possibilities.) Extreme body mods, muscle growth, butt growth, cock growth, steroids, synthol, tattoos, shaving, permanent hair removal, penis elongation surgery, penis augmentation, penis pumping, gyno, plastic surgery, race change, silicone butt implants, silicone penile injections, buzz cut, slow change, clueless, body dysmorphia, growth obsession and plenty of humiliation!

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Quick links:

PART 1: BULL

• Chapter 1 – scroll down
• Chapter 2
• Chapter 3

PART 2: COW

• Chapter 4
• Chapter 5 – complete!

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PART 1: BULL

Chapter 1

Rodrigo Bezerra noticed Adam Rhodes the day he and the rest of the coders were called back into the office. In-person work was now required five days a week and everyone had to be at their desks by 9:00am on Monday morning. This was a pain in the ass because Bezerra’s apartment was an hour away which meant he spent at least two hours each day sitting in traffic, more during rush hour. At least the company offered a modest stipend to offset commuting costs.

The office space had been freshly redesigned and cubicles were gone, replaced by individual offices. Overall, this was a welcome change and Bezerra liked having his own space but he wished the walls weren’t glass. There was no privacy and it was distracting. He felt like a voyeur because every time he looked up from his laptop, he could see everything his coworkers were up to.

Adam Rhodes was the head of the sales team and his office was directly across from him. Their desks even faced each other. More than once throughout the day, he’d look up and find himself staring back at the dude. Adam would wave awkwardly and Bezerra would smile, looking back down.

Adam Rhodes was a legend in the company. Poached from a rival firm by the company CEO, he was a former Marine who’d gone on to play football in college. Due to his connections in football and the military, Adam’s sales team was populated heavily by ex-jocks and soldiers and their cohesion was legendary. Under Adam, they’d achieved recordbreaking sales every quarter. He was revered as a god within the company but it didn’t seem to go to his head. He believed in leading by example which was why his office was just as humble as everyone else’s.

Even among his team members, though, he stood out. He was big and beefy for one thing and had chiseled, masculine features for another. His haircut was severe, a tight fade that rose well past his ears and left only a little oval patch of light brown hair on top. He kept his brown beard close-cropped and he always walked with his broad shoulders thrust back as if he was on parade. The ghostly outlines of his numerous tattoos were visible beneath the sleeves of his signature white, pressed dress shirt. He was young, too, barely older than Bezerra. Yeah, Adam Rhodes was impressive.

Bezerra himself had spent a year in the army–the Brazilian army, not the US Army–when he turned eighteen. All men were required to serve at least a year in the military when they turned eighteen and he was no exception. Even though it had been a brutal experience, Bezerra had enjoyed it. Part of him missed the camaraderie of the armed services. He’d never found anything like it since he moved to the United States and wondered if Rhodes felt the same way.

Rather than fight traffic after work, he decided to lift weights in the gym on the top floor of the office building. It was one of the perks the company offered, although not very many employees made use of it. Well, not very many men anyways. There were plenty of women who took advantage of the free yoga classes and worked out on the cardio equipment. The weight room was pretty empty, something that Bezerra liked. It meant he could focus on his gains…while checking out the chicks in their yoga tights in the studio next door.

“She’s hot, right?” someone grunted behind him. He looked over and found Adam Rhodes standing there, smirking. He’d caught Bezerra staring at a brunette with particularly large breasts.

Bezerra flushed. “Yeah.”

Adam laughed ruefully and displayed his ring finger. “You got good taste, bro. Wish I could still play the field, you know? Sadly, I’m gettin’ hitched next year. No more pussy for me!”

“‘Cept for yer gf,” Bezerra added. “You got a ready source of snatch all the time now, bro.”

“Haha! If only.” Adam looked wistful as he clapped his hand down on Bezerra’s shoulder and squeezed. “I’m Adam, by the way. You know, the guy you’ve been starin’ at all day.”

“I wasn’t staring at you!” Bezerra insisted, stung. “Yer desk is facing mine. I can’t help it!”

Adam held up his hands. “Ok, Ok! Down boy! I was just givin’ ya shit. Yer Rigo Bezerra, right? The supreme coder everyone’s always talkin’ ‘bout?” He jerked his chin at the weight bench. “You liftin’?”

For some reason, Bezerra felt his cheeks grow hot and he hung his head bashfully. “Yeah and it’s Rodrigo but you can call me Rigo if you want. I don’t know ‘bout being a great coder but I do alright.”

“Mind if I join ya?”

“Yeah, sure.” Bezerra surveyed Adam’s hyper fit, ripped body. He couldn’t believe Rhodes was actually talking to him, much less asking to lift weights together. “Looks like I could learn a thing or two from ya.” 

Adam was wearing a really tight tank top, mesh shorts and a baseball cap snapped back on his head. The clothes made him look supremely cocky while also setting off his physique. Bold and lurid tattoo sleeves covered his brawny arms. The Marine Corps anchor insignia was emblazoned prominently on each bicep, making it obvious which branch of the military Rhodes had served in.

Amused by Bezerra’s admiration, Adam flexed his muscles in a mock beefcake pose. “Well, I might be just a dumb-ass jarhead but I do know my way around the gym, bro. C’mon! Let’s do chest.”

It was fun. Once he overcame his fanboy jitters, Bezerra really got into lifting with Adam. The big dude was so different from the rest of his coworkers that it was refreshing. Completely unpretentious and uninhibited, Rhodes prattled on about his time in the Marines and the difficult transition back to civilian life.

“Thank God for football and the business school,” he revealed at one point, lifting his cap and running his hand over the stubble on the top of his head. “Being part of a team again and discovering I had a knack for sales really helped. I was a lost puppy after I got out.”

“Really?” Bezerra was quickly learning why everyone at the company loved Adam Rhodes; the dude was both humble and confident at the same time. His humility was disarming and his cockiness was infectious, a winning combination. When you were with him, you felt like you had his complete attention and that he was telling you things for your ears only. He made you feel like his confidant. Bezerra ate it up.

“Yeah, really.” Rhodes plopped down on the bench next to him and looked around the gym. He paused as if debating something and then pulled out his phone. “Listen, bro, would you be weirded out if I showed you a pic of me in my underwear?”

“Huh?”

Adam smiled. “It’s from when I was sixteen and had just won the youth bodybuilding competition.” He held out his phone. “See how beefy I was?”

Bezerra took the phone and stared, jaw dropping in surprise. “Dude, you were a fuckin’ dozer! Look at ya! Geesus, that’s fuckin’ amazing! Those quads! Talk ‘bout quadzilla!”

Adam grinned happily. “I’ve always had great quads.”

In the photo, the young Adam was grinning before the camera, wearing just a tiny purple posing strap. His skin was shiny and covered in orange spray tan. The most noticeable thing about him, though, were his huge muscles, especially his thighs. He was fucking stacked! 

Bezerra pulled out his own phone and, scrolling through it, handed it over to Adam. “My turn. This is me at sixteen at the youth competition in Porto Allegre.” In the photo, Bezerra was flexing, his oversized guns popping out. He was turned to the side and wearing just a miniscule black poser that drew attention to his mounded glutes (and sizable package.)

“Fuuuuuuuck, bro!” Adam’s eyes were wide. “Shit, look at you! You were a fuckin’ BEAST! Fuck, dude!”

Bezerra flushed with pride. “Ikr? The biggest I’ve ever been.” 

Adam kept staring at the pic. “That ass, bro. Fuck. It’s huuuuge.”

Bezerra grimaced and remained silent.

“What’s wrong?”

Bezerra shook his head. “Nuthin’.”

“It’s gotta be sumthin’, bro.” Adam shifted closer to him on the bench. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s my last name and my curse, bro. Bezerra means ‘heifer’ in Portuguese. I got so much shit for my big ass for a couple reasons when I was younger.” He flushed at the memory, long suppressed, of the older boys in his primary school pretending to mount him in the locker room while the others taunted, ‘Cuzão! Cuzão!’ He shuddered.

Adam was watching him closely. “I would give anything to have an ass like yers.”

“You don’t mean that.”

“Yeah, I do.” Adam grinned. “Bigger is always better in my book, bro.”

“It wasn’t juss the size of my ass that was the problem. It was…something else.” Bezerra looked down, gritting his teeth. He had no idea why he was telling Adam this. He’d never talked about it with anyone.

“Really? What?”

Bezerra shook himself. No, he wasn’t ready to divulge his secret shame to Adam. “Nuthin’. I really don’t feel like talkin’ bout it, bro.”

Adam nudged him. “Well, I’m envious. I wish I had an ass like yers.”

Bezerra couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “Yer joking.”

“No, I’m not.” Adam sat back. “See, lemme let ya in on a little, well, make that big secret of mine. I’m all about size. The bigger, the better.” Adam flexed a bicep. “That’s why I started liftin’ weights. I wanted to be bigger than everybody else.”

“Ha! Me, too!” Bezerra glanced over at Adam and then down. What he didn’t say is he also discovered that if he built up his other muscles, his ass didn’t look so big. “I had to give it up, though. They made me slim down for the army and then I was too busy in college to lift.” He sighed heavily, “Now I’m tryna climb back outta the hole.” He flexed a pathetic bicep, a mere ghost of its former glory. “I gotta long ways to go.”

Adam edged closer to him on the bench and slung a heavy arm over his shoulder. “Don’t give up, bro. You got me now to help ya. I’m in the same boat. I had to give up liftin’ when I was in the Marines. And I was the quarterback on the football team so I couldn’t get too bulky. QBs gotta stay lean.” He sighed in much the same way Bezerra had. “Now, though, things’ll be different.”

“Yer a lot bigger than I am,” Bezerra observed, noting Adam’s bulging pecs and rotund biceps. “I’m nowhere near yer size.”

“Thanks but I wanna get even bigger. A total muscle bull, ya know?” He grinned, pulling Bezerra in closer. “And yer in great shape, too, bro. I mean, look at ya! Yer nearly as beefy as me!”

Bezerra looked down at himself, wishing this were true. Talking to Adam about his past life as a bodybuilder had ignited his own longing to get big. Really big. Apparently, he and Adam were alike in that way. One more thing they had in common.

Adam squeezed him again before standing up from the bench. “The gym’s fillin’ up, bro. Maybe we should hit the showers?”

Bezerra looked up and saw he was right. Probably due to the new in-person work requirement, the gym was busier than usual. While they’d been lifting, the place had filled up with a bunch of young guys from various departments. 

Adam clapped him on the shoulder and sauntered toward the locker room. When Bezerra hesitated, he looked back and urged, “C’mon, bro! You need a shower. Let’s go.”

Bezerra pushed himself up from the bench and reluctantly followed Rhodes into the locker room. Normally, he avoided locker rooms at all costs. Not that he had anything to be ashamed of. Quite the opposite! He was Brazilian which meant he put American men to shame in one particular department. The reason he didn’t want to get naked was because of his big ass. Again, those memories being tormented in the primary school locker room surfaced in his mind, scarring him anew.

Adam was already half naked by the time Bezerra skulked into the locker room. His tank top was lying on a bench and he was lowering his shorts, revealing his jockstrapped ass as he bent over, his hairy ass crack spreading wide. He looked back at Bezerra and winked, making him blush.

“C’mon, bro!” he chided. “Real men aren’t afraid of being naked in front of each other!” He held out his arms to display his furry, muscular body. “Yer a grown man. Act like it.” 

Careful to face Adam while he disrobed–a strategy to keep his ass out of view–Bezerra reluctantly stripped out of his clothes, mindful of Adam’s eyes on him the whole time. The dude actually whistled when he pulled down his boxers, “Nice, bro. Yer hung like a bull, alright. I wish I still had my foreskin.”

“Jesus, what is wrong with you?” Bezerra had to fight the urge to cover himself. He was unusually gifted down below, the evidence of his Afro-Brazilian heritage. While the skin on the rest of his body was a caramel brown color, his penis and testicles were deep black. And big. Really big. And, yeah, he still had a foreskin. He was Brazilian, remember?

“I might have ya beat, though,” Rhodes continued, lowering his jock.

Bezerra unwillingly looked down and beheld Adam’s giant. He wasn’t kidding! Adam was hung, especially by American standards. He had a hefty, beer-can cock and a pair of low-hangers, muffled in a dense brown bush of pubes. Bezerra only glanced at him before looking away but he judged that Adam really might actually be a bit bigger than him down there. This was unusual because he was used to being the biggest guy in the locker room (on those rare occasions when he actually got naked.)

As Bezerra stared, unwillingly captivated, Adam cleared his throat. “Truth is I cheated.”

“Huh?”

Adam grinned impishly. “I tole ya I’m all ‘bout being big, right? Well, I was always the biggest man in the Marines but when I got out and joined the football team, I wasn’t anymore. There were a couple black guys on the team with bigger dicks. I couldn’t stand being smaller than them so I cheated.” He pointed down at his thick piece, swaying languidly in the breeze. “See how it sorta sags and points straight at the floor?” He pointed at Bezerra’s monster. “And yers sticks up before hanging down?”

“Yeah…?”

“Well, I had the suspensory ligament cut on my big man.”

“What the fuck is that?” Bezerra couldn’t help it. His eyes locked onto Adam’s cock. He’d never looked at another dude’s penis so closely before. 

Adam seemed to relish his scrutiny and took his time explaining exactly what he’d had done. “It’s the ligament that holds yer cock up, bro. When they cut it, it made my big man hang down lower.” He smiled ruefully. “Got the job done alright. I was the biggest guy in the locker room again and walked around with my head held up high. But the tradeoff is my dick don’t stand up no more when I get hard and it hangs limp when I’m soft.” He pointed at his listless member. “Like this.” He laughed. “If it weren’t for my cheat, you’d prolly be just as big as me.” He waggled his dick at Bezerra proudly. “See what I mean, bro? I’ll do anything to be big.”

“That’s crazy.” The truth was, though, that Bezerra was intrigued. Like Adam, he was competitive, especially when it came to size. He couldn’t help looking down at his dick and feeling a little stab of envy. So what if his dick hung lower? It would be worth it.

What the fuck am I thinking? He shook himself, trying to clear his head. Being around Adam ignited something that had been dormant inside him since his teenage years. It was like a giant stirring in its sleep, on the verge of waking up…

He straightened and turned away from Adam’s big cock and, carefully wrapping a towel around his butt, stalked into the showers.

They had the showers to themselves. Adam grabbed the stall next to him and commenced chattering on amiably as if it was perfectly natural to be naked together in the shower. Bezerra did his best to hide his discomfort and was mostly successful. By the time they were getting dressed again, he realized it wasn’t as weird as he thought. Adam had spent years in the Marines and then on a football team. He showered all the time with other guys! Maybe it was Bezerra who needed to chill out?

Rhode’s fiancee, Bella Cardosa, was waiting outside the gym when they exited. Fresh from her yoga workout, she was glowing with perspiration. Bezerra was a bit starstruck. Like Adam, Bella was considered royalty in the company. She led the HR department or it may have been more accurate to say that she was the queen bee of the HR department since she was known for being pretty ruthless in enforcing company policy. Bezerra found her intimidating and stared at his shoes when Adam introduced him.

“Yo, Bell, this here’s Rigo, my new weightliftin’ bro. You know him?”

Bella looked Bezerra up and down. “Yes, of course. How are you, Rodrigo? Like your new office?”

“Um, yeah, it’s great,” Bezerra mumbled, cheeks turning rosy. “Thank you.”

“So polite!” Bella turned to Adam, allowing him to take her in his arms for a smooch. “I approve.”

“That’s good,” Adam laughed, letting her go. “‘Cuz him an’ me’re gonna be inseparable. Did ya know he’s an army grunt? He served a year in Brazil!”

“Really?” Bella seemed distracted. “That’s nice. You ex-soldiers really do seem to find each other, don’t you?”

“Booyah!” Adam was in high spirits and Bezerra couldn’t help but think this was partially because he’d enjoyed weightlifting with him so much. He smiled to himself. He liked hanging out with Adam, too.

He left the couple and headed home. Sitting in his car during the hourlong commute gave him plenty of time to ponder the day’s events. He was both starstruck and a little put off by Adam Rhodes. The dude was really friendly and they shared a lot of stuff in common, sure. But he was also intense. Really intense, especially when it came to getting big. Bezerra got a strong whiff of obsession from the guy. 

The thing that bothered him was, if he was brutally honest with himself, he kind of liked it, especially when Adam focused that obsession on him. Plus, this was Adam Rhodes! The dude was a total fucking rockstar! Who wouldn’t want to hang out with him?

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He and Adam began working out together every day after that, even meeting up on Saturday for a weekend session. Adam invited him over to his apartment after lifting and Bezerra gladly accepted. He had to keep pinching himself; it was surreal to think that Adam Rhodes wanted to be his friend.

The apartment building was a highrise on the edge of the Puerto Rican barrio and offered a stellar view of the cityscape spreading out below the living room window. Adam opened the curtains and let Bezerra gawk while he got a couple beers from the fridge.

They settled down on the couch and watched a football game on TV. Bezerra wasn’t a huge fan of the sport but it helped having a former quarterback explain it to him. When the game was over, they ordered a basket of chicken wings from GrubHub and watched a soccer match. This was more Bezerra’s style and he savored reversing the roles and explaining the game to Rhodes. Adam lapped it up, cheering exuberantly when the Brazilians kicked the Argentine team’s asses.

“This is great!” he crowed. “God, I fuckin’ love soccer! Thanks, bro! I’m glad you were here to finally explain it to me.”

Bezerra was glowing. He felt a little bad that he didn’t feel the same way about American football. In his opinion, that game was right up there with golf in terms of excitement. He didn’t get why people were so obsessed with it.

“Hey,” Adam asked, resting his head on his hand and fixing Bezerra with his beautiful green eyes. “Why don’t you have an accent?”

Bezerra chuckled. He was asked this question all the time. “I was actually born here and have dual citizenship. My dad worked in the States for a long time. I lived here until I was five when my parents sent me back to Brazil for school. Even so, I came back here every year for my summer vacation.” He smiled. “I grew up speaking English and Portuguese.”

“So cool. Do you know Spanish, too?”

“A little. Not much. I mean, I can read it but speaking it is difficult ‘cuz the pronunciation is so different.”

Adam smiled, eyes half-closed with sleepiness. “Neat.”

Bezerra started to fall asleep, too, after his fourth beer and Adam asked him if he wanted to crash there for the night. He had a guest bedroom all ready for him. Bezerra groggily accepted, stumbling into the room and falling down on the bed. He was asleep within five minutes.

Adam made breakfast for him the next morning, a veritable feast of scrambled eggs, bacon and pancakes. Bezerra wolfed it down, polishing it off with a huge protein drink. “Gotta get yer macros,” Adam said, smiling as he guzzled it down.

The dude grew serious after breakfast. He cleared the table and sat down across from him, very quiet. “What?” Bezerra asked. “Is something wrong?”

There was that smile! When Adam smiled, it felt like everything was right with the world. “No, actually, something’s right.” He paused, growing serious again. “A year, bro.”

“A year?”

Adam nodded. “Yeah. That’s how much longer I got before me an’ Bell tie the knot.”

It took Bezerra a moment to remember what this peculiar American idiom meant. “You’re getting married?”

“Yeah. One year from today.” Adam sighed. “That’s why I invited you over, Rigo. I got a favor to ask you.”

Bezerra sat up straighter. “You could have asked me anytime, dude! You didn’t need to invite me back to your place.”

Adam looked chagrined. “Well, actually, I kinda did. It’s not something I can talk ‘bout in public.”

“What is it?” Bezerra’s skin was prickling. What on earth was Adam getting at?

“I’ve decided that I’m tired of being a good lil’ boy, Rigo, and I wanna live balls to the wall for the next 365 days.” Adam’s face was dead serious but his green eyes were dancing with excitement. “Bell’s got the rest of my life planned out, bro. Once we get married, it’s all over. I’ll be a dad in less than a year. And a dad again a year after that and a year after that. For the next twenty-five years, I’ll be doing nuthin’ but workin’ my ass off to support my family.” He paused, jabbing his thumbs into his chest. “I’m still young, dammit! I’m only twenty seven! There’re things I wanna do yet, things I won’t be able to do once I’m married. And, dude, I gotta do ‘em while I’m young. It won’t be the same when I’m fifty!”

“Yeah, so where do I come in?”

Adam leaned forward, eyes on fire. “Dude, I wanna get big. Real big. Muscle-bull big. And I want yer help.”

Bezerra swallowed. “Whaddaya mean?”

“I got a bucket list ‘cept, instead of waiting til I’m old, I wanna knock it out right now,” Adam explained, spreading his hands. “You know, stuff I wanna accomplish in the next year. And I want you to help me out. I need you, bro. Will you help me? Will you be my partner in crime?”

“Crime?” Bezerra was completely mystified. “What sort of crime?”

Adam stared him down, fixing him levelly with those intense, green eyes. “‘Roids, bro. I wanna do ‘roids.”

“Steroids?”

Adam nodded fiercely. “Yeah. That’s the first thing. I’m tired of messin’ around, I wanna get swole. More than swole, I wanna grow huge!”

“Ok…?”

“Can you help me, bro? Can you get me a steady supply of superior-grade, super-potent ‘roids?”

Bezerra finally got it, remembering the pic that Adam had shown him the first day at the gym. “Yer really serious ‘bout bein’ a bodybuilder again, huh?” 

Adam’s head wagged up and down. “Yeah, bro! FUCK, YEAH! You in with me? You wanna grow HUGE together? I juss need yer help. I figure since yer a coder, you got the hook up on how to do things, ya know, discreetly. ‘Roids are illegal so we gotta be careful.”

Bezerra thought about it before admitting, “Yeah, yer right. I know how to get ‘em. They’re not illegal in Brazil. Fuck, nuthin’s illegal in Brazil! I’m sure I can find a supplier. Are you sure about this, though? ‘Roids’re dangerous.”

Adam nodded. “They are but we’re only gonna take ‘em for a year, remember? I’m sure our bodies can handle anything for a year. Long term…not so much.”

“I haven’t done ‘em in years and then it was just a small dose. I didn’t wanna interfere with puberty too much.”

Adam locked eyes with him again. “Does that mean you’ll do it?”

Bezerra sighed. He shared Adam’s dream. After lying dormant inside him since primary school, Adam had reignited his passion for size and he, too, was on fire with the desire to get huge. And, he realized, he was willing to do anything to get there, especially with Adam there to egg him on. “Yeah, I’ll do it. Count me in.”

Adam jumped up from the table, pumping his fists and bellowing, “YEAH, BRO! FUCK, YEAH! WE’RE GONNA BE A PAIR OF FUCKIN’ MUSCLE BULLS!”

He didn’t stop there, though.

Adam hugged him. 

He actually hugged him!

He danced around the table and hauled Bezerra to his feet, wrapping his big arms around him and pulling him into a bear hug. It was a full-body hug and one that lasted for a long time. Adam held him for so long that his rich body odor filled his nostrils and he could feel the dude’s heart pounding against his ribcage…in time with his own. As they lingered, in no hurry to pull apart, Bezerra realized their penises were touching through the flimsy fabric of their boxer shorts. Adam’s thick anaconda was almost intertwined with his own thick anaconda. Slowly, both snakes grew firmer.

Bezerra stepped away, feeling lightheaded. Why was he getting turned on? Did the prospect of growing big muscles do that to him? His hands were shaking and his pulse was pounding in his ears. He looked at Adam, breathless, and Adam gazed back at him, a smile curving his lips. It was the most intimate moment of Bezerra’s life and it made him feel…things. He shook his head, bemused. 

The idea of doing ‘roids again and getting back his muscles was really appealing. He felt incredibly grateful that he and Adam had connected and discovered their mutual passion for size. More than this, though, he really looked forward to the coming year of their journey together. He and Adam Rhodes, getting swole! 

He smiled back at Rhodes even as Adam reached out and mussed the long mop of hair on his head, saying, “If yer gonna be a muscle bro, you need a haircut to match. Let’s hit the barber shop!”

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Chapter 2

An hour later, Bezerra emerged from the barber shop sporting a tight fade exactly like Adam’s. He’d watched his long, curly, black locks fall in curtains off his head as the barber sheared them off. He was left with only a small, black oval of stubble on top and the sides of his head were completely bare. When he grinned at himself in the mirror, he didn’t recognize the jarhead staring back at him. He looked like a fresh recruit again!

They shared a coffee afterwards at a little cafe near Adam’s apartment. Adam kept staring at him, marveling at his haircut. “Ungh, dude! You look great. Better than great even! I fuckin’ love it!” He reached out and rubbed his hand lovingly across the stubble on the top of his head. Bezerra’s cheeks grew rosy and he smiled bashfully. He looked down and noticed his shorts were tenting; he was inexplicably sporting a boner.

Trying to focus, he pulled out his laptop and connected to a secure VPN before using the BitTorrent to shop for ‘roids. It didn’t take him long to find the supplier he’d used as a teenager and soon he’d placed an order for the highest potency drugs on offer. Closing the lid again, he said, “That’s it! Now we just gotta wait a couple weeks for the shipment to arrive.”

Adam was watching him with a proud smile on his face. “Good. Did you get HGH, too? An’ how long will the supply last?”

“Yeah, I ordered HGH and the stuff’ll last us at least a couple months, depending on our dosage.”

“Which means a month,” Adam concluded. “I plan on doubling up. Better order more!”

Bezerra’s mouth fell open. “But I already got the highest potency! We don’t need–”

“Just do it,” Adam ordered, still smiling. “Balls to the wall, bro. Remember? We only got a year.”

Bezerra grumbled about it but he duly reopened his laptop and ordered more.

***

They went to a gym near Adam’s apartment to work out after ordering the drugs. It was located in the barrio and filled with macho young guys. Walking inside triggered flashbacks from Brazil for Bezerra. He’d worked out in a gym much like this one when he was trying to get swole for the bodybuilding competition as a teenager. The place had the same rusted fans, putrid stench and peeling paint. Unlike the one in Porto Allegre, though, this gym had Bad Bunny blasting from the speakers and everyone around them was speaking in Spanish.

“This cool, bro?” Adam was gauging his reaction. “I work out here all the time. The dudes’re awesome.”

Bezerra looked around, noting how the guys sat up straighter when they entered. He knew they were wondering why he was there with a white dude. Adam stuck out like a sore thumb. One guy in particular leaned forward, eyes narrowing as he looked from Bezerra to Adam. Adam saw him, too, and waved, “Hey, Días! How’s it hangin’?”

The young guy jerked his chin at Adam and went back to lifting with his buddies. He was bigger than the rest of the guys in the gym and oozed a serious bad-ass attitude. Ugly tattoos covered his neck, face and body. His kinky, black hair was buzzed and he’d shaved a notch out of his perfectly-plucked eyebrows. Heavy gold chains swung around his bull neck and gold loop earrings hung down from his stretched earlobes. He wore a black tank top and baggy black boxing shorts with a very thick waistband. His trainers were red and unlaced, the tongues hanging out.

“That’s Montero Días,” Adam whispered. “He looks tough but he’s super cool. Basically runs this place. I think his uncle is the owner.”

Bezerra was familiar with the type. There had been a guy much like Montero who ruled his gym in Porto Allegre. Bezerra had been both in awe of him and intimidated by him, although in truth the dude had always treated him with respect, even defended him when necessary. It was the main reason he stayed at that gym.

He could feel Montero’s eyes on him the whole time he and Adam were there. When he’d look over, though, their gazes never met. It was a little unnerving.

When Adam made him shower in the cramped locker room after working out, he was glad he had a towel in his gym bag. He made sure to keep it wrapped tightly around his waist while they were changing and didn’t remove it until he was safely hidden in the shower stall. He could see Adam watching him with amusement but he didn’t care what the dude thought. He was not about to risk exposing his bare butt in this place!

***

From then on, they stopped going to the gym at work and started using the barrio gym. They lifted weights six days a week for hours at a time. They went grocery shopping together and bought the same high-protein foods. They ate breakfast, lunch and dinner together, holding each other to a strict diet. Most evenings after working out, they’d go back to Adam’s apartment and watch TV, sitting next to each other on the couch and drinking low-calorie, non-alcoholic beer. 

Bezerra slept more often on the guest bed at Adam’s than on his own. It was nice because they could walk to work from Adam’s place, saving him hours of commuting every day. Plus, there was the added bonus of more time with Adam. 

At work, they hung out by the espresso machine during breaks and took walks around the building, swapping stories about their gains and dreaming of how much bigger they’d be once the steroids arrived. Bezerra would look up from his desk and catch Adam eying him through the plate glass between their offices. The big dude would grin and wink, glancing down at his biceps and flexing them. Bezerra would flush and then flex back. Adam’s eyes would go wide and they’d both start laughing.

Getting a matching haircut was just the first step. Bezerra soon started emulating Adam in every way. He visited the clothing stores where Adam bought his work attire and purchased the same style of chinos along with the same smartly-pressed white shirts. When Adam stripped out of his clothes in the locker room before their workouts, Bezerra took note of his underwear and bought the same brands and styles. He loved the fact they were nearly the same height, weight and build. Adam was a little beefier but not by much. When they were together, he felt complete in a way he’d never experienced. It was intoxicating.

The day the steroids arrived marked another change in their friendship. Adam called him breathlessly, dancing around his kitchen in eagerness. “They’re here, bro! They’re HERE! Let’s do it! Let’s do it NOW!”

Bezerra drove over to Adam’s apartment in jitters. Adam met him at the door in boxer shorts, holding a syringe. “Do it, bro!” he pleaded. “Hit me up! I’m too chicken to do it myself!”

Bezerra accepted the syringe and followed Adam into the bathroom where the dude dropped his boxers. Bezerra stared as they settled around his ankles. Rhodes’ big, hairy, muscular butt was right there, quivering with excitement. He swallowed, feeling his pulse begin to accelerate. His dick stiffened in his pants. 

Rhode leaned forward against the sink and arched his back, flaring his buttocks. “Do it now, bro! Drive it in!”

Fingers shaking, Bezerra lowered the syringe, positioning it gently on the significant rise of his buttock. Adam let out a little moan and arched his back even more. 

“Here goes, bro. I’m going in,” Bezerra breathed, jabbing the needle deep into his bro’s butt muscle and emptying the contents.

“Ah, Jesus! Fuck! FUCK! That feels amazing!” Adam’s whole body was shaking. “Do it again! DO IT AGAIN!” He jerked his chin over to a vial and another syringe on the sink. “I wanna ‘nother dose!”

Bezerra obliged, injecting the second dose into Adam’s other cheek. And then Adam was undressing him, tearing off his clothes and forcing his boxers down around his ankles. In a few seconds, Bezerra was gasping and moaning as Adam inserted the needle into him, shooting a load of steroids into his bloodstream. Soon, he was just as dosed up as Adam.

And then they took the HGH.

Afterwards, they lay back on the sofa, chests heaving. They were both still naked, their big dicks flopped in the exact same position up over their furry navels. Adam looked over at Bezerra and grinned. “Thanks, bro,” he murmured. “You were amazing.”

“No, you were!”

Adam laughed. “We were both amazing. Geezus, bro, I dunno what I’d do without you!” He fixed him with those killer green eyes. “You’re the best, man.”

Bezerra shifted, his butt still throbbing at the injection site. “I feel the same way, man.” He reached out and surprised himself by taking Adam’s hand in his own. “Now let’s get swole together!”

***

They started juicing at the gym, too. The place had a very relaxed view on steroids and guys did them openly. Bezerra arrived there before Adam one afternoon and got changed in the locker room. It was a gross, cramped, humid little space but was usually empty and the showers blessedly had (mildewy) curtains. He laid the syringes out on the bench next to him while he changed, waiting for Adam to inject him. It was their thing. Ever since that first time, they always injected each other before their workouts.

He had just pulled up his shorts and was bending over to retrieve his tank top from his gym bag when he felt the pin prick of a syringe in his upper buttock. He braced and then smiled, thinking that Adam had sneaked up on him. When he turned, though, he was surprised to find Montero standing behind him, holding the now empty syringe.

“You shouldn’t do ‘roids, man,” he rumbled. “They’re bad for you.”

Bezerra took a step back. “I-I-I know but–”

“But if you do,” Montero finished for him, “you should focus on yer glutes.” He craned his neck to look behind Bezerra and smiled. “You got a super nice ass, bro.”

“Uh, thanks?” Was Montero flirting with him?

Before he could say anything more, the big dude slapped him hard on his buttocks and then sauntered out of the locker room, laughing to himself the whole time.

Bezerra was left stunned, uncertain what the fuck had just happened.

***

The steroids were indeed potent. Bezerra noticed the effects within a few days. His lifts improved and he was able to add more weight sooner than before. The HGH made recovery faster and allowed him to workout longer. By the end of the first week, he’d gained five pounds and his naked body looked noticeably leaner. He grinned as he stepped off the scale in the locker room, saying to Adam, “God, I forgot how good it feels to juice! I mean, look at me! I can gain muscle while losing fat! It’s incredible!”

Adam was watching from the bench, a proud smile on his face. He stood up and moved next to him, taking position on the scale, and bent over and pulled down his jockstrap. “Shit! I’m up five pounds, too! Soon, I’m gonna be over two hundred pounds!”

“Good on you, man!” Bezerra slapped him on the back. “You got me by eight pounds but I’m nippin’ at yer heels.”

“That you are, you lil’ nipper!” Adam laughed and stepped off the scale. He was glowing with happiness. 

They were both naked, their dicks only inches apart. Bezerra didn’t think anything of it, though. A month ago it would’ve weirded him out being naked and half-aroused in front of Adam but now it felt completely normal. Comforting, even. He loved the casual intimacy they shared, never wanted to be apart from his big bro. He’d all but forgotten about Bella and Adam’s pending nuptials.

“You know what, bro?” Adam asked, stepping back and folding his arms as he appraised Bezerra’s naked, ripped body. “I think it’s time for Part 2 of my plan.”

“What’s that?” Bezerra loved it when Adam looked at him like this.

Adam’s mouth quirked. “Hair removal. If we’re gonna be swole bodybuilders, we gotta show off our muscles, right?”

Bezerra looked down at himself, noting the mass of black hair covering his chest, pubes and legs. He was a furry guy, nearly as hairy as Adam himself. “You mean shaving?”

“Nah, that’s messy and time-consuming. I got sumthin’ else in mind.”

“Like what?”

Adam stretched and yawned. “Time to fire up the ol’ laptop and connect to the torrent, bro. We got more shit to buy!”

***

“I don’t know about this.” Bezerra eyed the bottle of permanent hair remover nervously. “I kinda like having hair on my body, dude. It makes me a man.”

Adam rolled his eyes. “Aw, c’mon, bro! A man? Really? It’s yer dick and muscles that make ya a man, not yer hair.” 

He uncorked the bottle and held it out to him. Bezerra accepted it tentatively and watched while Adam stripped out of his clothes. They were in the bathroom back at his apartment. Bezerra had arrived only minutes after the package containing the hair remover was delivered from Hong Kong. It had arrived overnight; Adam had paid extra for speedy delivery.

Naked, Adam stepped into the shower, urging, “C’mon, bro. Get my back for me, Ok? I can’t reach it.”

Bezerra hesitated, staring at his friend and then at the bottle. “You sure you wanna do this? It’s permanent, bro. It’ll never grow back.”

“Sure, I’m sure! Now get in here with me!”

Bezerra looked at Adam’s body, so manly and hairy and tried to imagine what he’d look like completely smooth. Then he shook his head and set the bottle aside while he stripped down to his boxers. He stepped in behind him, getting ready to rub the potent oil over his bro’s broad back.

He applied a little as a test to Adam’s neck and shoulders. He was amazed when the hair shriveled immediately on contact with the stuff. There was a sizzling and the air filled with the odor of burning hair. Bezerra gagged. “Shit, this stuff’s awful!”

Adam leaned into his hands. “The oil is unscented, dude. Yer juss smellin’ the dissolving hair.”

“Like I said.”

He squirted more into his palms, running them down Adam’s surprisingly hairy back. In seconds, the hair was gone. It hissed, evaporating into smoke that hung in the air between them.

“This is so fuckin’ weird!”

Adam looked over his shoulder at him. “It feels awesome, though.” He leaned forward and stuck out his butt. “Do my ass! Gimme a baby’s bottom, bro!”

“Ugh, no. I’m not touching yer butt.” Bezerra drew the line there. “You can do it yerself.”

“Yer such a little priss sometimes.” Adamt took the bottle back and squirted some into his hands. 

Bezerra watched in horrified fascination as Adam leaned forward and spread his legs, massaging the oil over his big bubbles. They were covered in fur at first but then smooth as silk once he moved his hands over the succulent globes. He parted his ass and sighed as he dissolved all of the hair in his crack.

Bezerra blinked when he saw Adam’s hole. He’d never seen a dude’s butthole before and it made him feel weird. (Was his own hole that big? Adam’s asshole could only be described as quite sizable.) He cleared his throat and started to turn away when he noticed something that hadn’t been obvious before Adam removed all of his butt hair.

“Wait,” he said. “Are those tan lines? Have you been tanning, bro?”

Adam laughed. “Yeah, bro. Didn’t you see the tanning bed when you came in? I had it delivered here yesterday and set it up in my study. It’s twin-sized so we can tan together. When I pose again, I wanna be as dark as you. I’m done with that spray-on shit.”

Bezerra couldn’t stop staring at those tan lines. They were still somewhat faint but the outline of a Y-back thong was unmistakable. Adam tanned in a thong?

“What’s wrong, bro?”

Bezerra shook himself. “Uh, nuthin’.” As much as he tried, he couldn’t keep himself from looking at those damned tan lines!

Adam turned around and drizzled the oil over his thick bush of dirty brown pubes, erasing them forever. “Makes my big man look even bigger, huh?” Adam waggled his denuded dick at him. “‘Course I’m boned up right now anyway. Haha! Sorry, bro.”

He wasn’t lying. He was totally erect, his thick cock was rock hard and pointing straight down at the floor. Bezerra had never seen Adam completely erect before and the sight of that hardon in all its hair-free glory with those big, saggy, bare balls swinging heavily beneath it was disorienting. He took a step back, feeling dizzy.

Soon, Adam was standing before him completely devoid of any trace of hair from the neck down. He grinned happily as he surveyed his new body. “Purrfect! I love it!” He held out the bottle. “Now lemme do you.”

“Uh, not right now.” Bezerra backed away, reaching out to steady himself on the handle of the shower door.

“Yer sportin’ wood.”

It was a statement and Bezerra couldn’t deny it. Adam stared at the crotch of Bezerra’s boxer shorts, tented lewdly before him. There was a cool breeze which meant the fly had parted and his thick cockhead was in danger of poking out.

Adam smiled reassuringly. “It ain’t nuthin’ to be ashamed of, bro. Look at me.” Another waggle of that big, circumcised cock pointing stiffly at the floor. “We’re guys and guys get hard. It’s a fact of life. Plus, this right here,” he gestured to his hairless body, “is objectively hot. You don’t gotta be gay to think so. I mean, look at me! Really look at me. Don’t tell me you don’t wanna be smooth, too.”

Bezerra allowed himself to examine Adam’s naked, hairless body. The dude was fucking ripped with muscles that bulged out of his flawless skin. The lack of hair really set off his tattoos, too. He had a sunburst around his bellybutton that Bezerra hadn’t noticed before. Also two, ugly bulldogs were tattooed over each pec. A pair of swallows graced the curve of his slender hips, accentuating his Adonis lines. And his erection was…incredible. Hulking and heavy, it sagged downward both from its weight and its severed ligament. Bezerra realized it was even thicker than his own. A really big tool.

“See? Nuthin’ wrong with enjoying a man’s body, bro.” Adam held up the bottle of hair remover, tempting him. “Now take off those boxers and let’s remove all of that nasty hair. You don’t got nuthin’ I ain’t seen a million times before.”

Making sure he was facing Adam, Bezerra bent over and pulled down his boxers. When he straightened his erection thrust proudly out before him. Almost as long and thick as Adam’s, it was a real man-sized tool. He grinned at Adam’s awed reaction, feeling his nerves steady. It felt good to be turned on in front of another guy and not be ashamed.

“That’s big, bro,” Adam praised. “Real big. Congrats.”

“Yers is big, too.”

Adam smiled. “Thanks. Now let’s make you smooth. Turn around.”

Bezerra froze. “What? No!”

“Dude, why’re you so hung up ‘bout letting me see yer ass?” Adam sounded weary. “You got a nice one, ya know. Really nice. I’ve already tole ya I’m envious. I wish mine was as big as yers.”

Bezerra swallowed. Was he ready for this? He’d avoided letting Adam see his shameful backside for so long but now that they were naked and turned on together, it seemed a bit ridiculous not to reveal his shameful secret. Adam was bound to discover it sooner or later.

Sighing with resignation, he turned and presented Adam with the full view of his ass.

Silence.

He could feel Adam’s eyes riveted on him…on one particular part of his anatomy, the one part he’d tried his best to conceal from public view since adolescence.

“Yer asshole, bro,” Adam whispered. “It’s–”

“Shut up! I know!” Bezerra was turning red from embarrassment as he tried and failed to clench his buttocks together. “This is why I didn’t want to do this! If you remove the hair from my ass, then–”

“I’m doing it, bro. I don’t care.”

Bezerra hung his head. He couldn’t believe he was letting this happen!

Shaking with humiliation, Bezerra allowed Adam to treat his back but insisted on removing the hair on the rest of his body himself. When he got to his ass, he clenched his jaw as he felt this copious hair in his crack dissolve into nothing, leaving his butthole on full display. One of the reasons he was glad he had so much body hair was it covered his asshole.

That asshole was his biggest shame.

Having a big ass was bad enough but it was also flared which meant, unlike other men, his cheeks didn’t close naturally. Instead, they spread outward and, no matter how hard he clenched his buttocks, they didn’t touch. His asshole was always on full display.

Much to his undying embarrassment.

Once again, the old memories of the primary school locker room came back to haunt him. His mind was flooded with visions of the older boys calling him a heifer and pretending to mount him. Around him, the younger boys jeered, ‘Cuzão! Cuzão! Cuzão!’

“It’s awesome, bro. Totally awesome.” Adam couldn’t take his eyes off his butt. “I love it.”

“Oh, shut up. Let’s just get this over with.”

Forcing all thoughts of his buthole from his mind, he focused on making himself smooth all over. He was both pleased and aghast by how rapidly his body hair disappeared. One minute, he had a hairy chest with thick curls of black fur and the next, he was completely smooth. He rubbed his hands over his skin, marveling at how soft it was. 

And then he aimed the bottle’s spout down at his unruly mass of pubes. He gaped as they sizzled and disappeared forever.

“It does make me look bigger,” he breathed, unable to get over the size of his erection. Maybe he was wrong? Maybe he was even bigger and thicker than Adam? He looked over and compared, deciding they were about even. Adam’s lack of a foreskin just made his dick look a little smaller.

“Yep, I agree.” Adam took the bottle and quickly de-furred Bezerra’s legs, leaving him effectively hairless. “Feels good, don’t it, bro?”

“Fuck, yeah! It’s amazing! I fuckin’ love it, but…” Bezerra looked off to the side bashfully. “Can I, um, go into the bedroom for a minute?”

“Why? ‘Cuz you wanna jerk off?” Adam laughed. “Don’t be a prude, bro. Let’s do it together.” With that, he started jacking himself, throwing back his head and moaning loudly as he ran his other hand over his newly smooth, hairless body.

Bezerra was scandalized but aroused. He backed away from Adam, wanting to get out of there, but then he shrugged and started jacking his own dick. Soon, he was moaning loudly as he, too, ran his hand over his incredibly smooth, silky, supple skin.

They shared a shower after shooting their loads, laughing like school boys at each other’s big dicks and admiring their smooth, bulky bodies. It was so much fun! Afterwards, spent from all the excitement, they lay down naked side by side on the couch, sipping beers and watching a soccer match. They kept looking over at each other and grinning. Fuck, it felt good! Bezerra wondered how he’d ever made it this long without Adam in his life. He fuckin’ loved his big bro!

***

Chapter 3

Bezerra spent the night again at Adam’s. It was the first time since he was a child that he’d been hairless and the sensation of the sheets against his nude skin was transcendent. He beat off several times before falling asleep and got up again in the wee hours to do it again. Fuck, it was amazing being hairless!

He awoke in the morning to find Adam standing over his bed. The dude was naked except for a tiny thong. “C’mon, bro!” he urged. “Let’s tan and then juice each other up.” He held out his hand, hoisting him out of bed. “You sleep commando,” he observed, noting Bezerra’s nakedness under the sheets. “Good man.”

Following along behind him and wiping the sleep out of his eyes, he tried not to stare at Adam’s big, bouncy, hairless ass. He accepted the little pink thong that Adam gave him and stepped into it, pulling it up his big thighs. He shivered as the string touched his freshly-shorn butthole and Adam laughed.

“Feels great, don’t it, bro?” He opened the lid of the tanning bed and handed him a pair of goggles. “Let’s do this!”

They lay side by side on the tanning bed, soaking in the ultraviolet rays. Bezerra dozed off and Adam nudged him awake, forcing him out. “You only get fifteen minutes, bro. I’m stayin’ in for ‘nother fifteen so I can catch up to you. I wanna be just as dark as you are, man.” 

Bezeera stood up and wobbled into the kitchen where he made coffee. After Adam was done tanning, he rejoined him, allowing his bro to stick a needle in his buttock, giving him his daily dose of ‘roids. Then he did the same for Adam.

Fully ‘roided, they reclined next to each other on the tanning bed, sipping coffee with their butt cheeks touching. Bezerra loved being close to Adam and he knew Adam felt the same way. It was cool. Chill, even. He loved having a bro like Adam.

“You wanna move in, bro?”

“Huh?” Bezerra looked over at him, still sleepy.

Adam grinned. “Live here. With me. Full-time.” He shrugged. “It’d save you a commute. You could get rid of yer car, too. Save yerself some money.” When Bezerra hesitated, he added, “Anyways, think it over. The invitation stands. I’d love it if you lived with me.”

***

Being smooth all over had its disadvantages, Bezerra discovered that day at work. His body hair had wicked sweat, he realized. Now, he was clammy all the time, especially around his crotch and butt crack. Oh, and under his arms. Why had he allowed Adam to remove his pit hair? He was sweating like crazy and worried he smelled. 

He sighed when he lifted his arm and saw the spreading wet spot. He was going to have to buy antiperspirant and he wondered if he could spray it on his crotch, too? He shifted in his chair, trying to get comfortable. It helped when he looked up and saw Adam was in the same boat. His friend gave him a hangdog grin, lifting his arm to display his soaking pit. He held up his hands and shrugged apologetically.

***

Later when they were lifting weights, Adam stopped after pressing three hundred fifty pounds. 

Bezerra helped him rack the bar, noting the little embarrassed smile on his bro’s face. “What’s wrong?”

Adam sat up and glanced down at his crotch. “Have you, uh, noticed any side effects from the ‘roids yet, bro?”

Bezerra thought about it. “Nah, not really. I mean, it’s kinda early, right? I’m sure with the dose we’re taking, though, it won’t be long before it hits us.”

Adam adjusted his crotch, lowering his voice and looking around to make sure no one else could hear. “Maybe it’s not the ‘roids?” he mused. “Maybe it’s because I don’t got no hair anywhere now but I’m super horny all the time, bro. I mean, I’m bricked up right now.”

Bezerra followed his gaze and flushed when he saw the prominent outline of Adam’s erection thrusting out from his crotch. He shifted, reaching reflexively down to cup his own crotch. “Um, yeah, now that you mention it, I’ve had a boner pretty much all day, too.”

“Haha! You dawg!” Adam grinned impishly. “I’m glad it’s not just me. It’s gotta be a side effect of the juice.”

“Probably.” Bezerra thought back to his teenage years, the last time he was on ‘roids. “I mean, I was horny constantly when I was takin’ ‘em for competition but every sixteen-year-old boy is constantly horny. I didn’t think nuthin’ of it.”

“Well, I’m not complaining.” Adam winked conspiratorily. “I feel like I’m going through puberty again!”

They continued lifting, each obviously sporting an erection in his shorts, unaware that Montero was watching them the whole time.

***

The following day, Bezerra was sitting at his desk when his phone buzzed. He glanced down at it and saw a text from Adam. It read, >>Dude, check it out!<<  Curious, he looked up at Adam from the other side of the plate glass window separating their offices. The dude rolled his eyes significantly downward. Bezerra followed his gaze and grinned when he saw the large bulge in Adam’s trousers. As he watched, Adam reached down and cupped it, squeezing. He closed his eyes and shivered theatrically. Bezerra pretended to act shocked but then he did the same thing. They laughed.

Adam stood up and left his office, looking back at him over his shoulder. Curious, Bezerra got up and followed him down the hall and into the restroom. Adam headed into a stall at the end of the row of toilets and motioned for Bezerra to follow him. Bezerra looked around to be sure the place was empty and joined him inside.

“What’s goin’ on?” he whispered, pulse suddenly pounding. It felt so naughty to be in a bathroom stall with another guy. He worried that someone would walk in and see there were two pairs of shoes beneath the partition.

“I can’t stand it,” Adam hissed, unbuttoning his pants. “I gotta jerk off.”

Bezerra googled when Adam pushed his pants down and extracted his stiffy from his boxers, holding it in his hand. His hardon was red and pulsing, more than ten inches long and fat as the dude’s wrist.

“Go on, bro. Let’s jerk off together.”

“What?! Not in public! We could get caught!”

Adam was nonchalant. “You worry too much, bro. Just relax. We did it all the time in the Marines and didn’t give shit if anyone saw. At the end of the day, we’d take off our pants and help each other out.” He sighed at Bezerra’s skepticism. “Guys’ve been jerking each other off since the dawn of time, dude. It don’t mean nuthin’. C’mon!”

Still wondering what he was doing, Bezerra unzipped his pants. In a few seconds, he’d succeeded in liberating his member, too. He was just as horny as Adam and had been sporting wood all morning. His big hardon stuck out hard and throbbing, pointing right at Adam.

Adam gazed down at it reverentially. “That’s some foreskin you got there, bro! I ain’t never seen nuthin’ like it. Can I touch it?”

“Sure.” God, what the fuck were they doing?

He watched as Adam stretched out his hand and gently pulled on the tip of his foreskin, stretching it out to its full length. “It’s like six inches long, bro!”

“Yeah.” No guy had ever touched his foreskin before. It felt like heaven.

Adam wagged his cock at him. “Well, go on! Touch mine, too!”

For the first time in his life, Bezerra touched another guy’s dick. It was surreal! It was like his hand belonged to someone else as it reached out and took Adam’s ten-incher between its trembling fingers. Adam moaned loudly, shivering. It felt incredibly transgressive to touch another dude’s cock…but Bezerra liked it. Adam’s cock was so different from his own and not just because his suspensory ligament had been severed making it feel heavy and inert. The absence of a foreskin really threw him. He wondered how American guys could stand having their glans exposed all the time?

“Yers is so perky!” Adam batted at his dick, causing Bezerra to yelp, and laughed when it sprang up again jauntily. Then he moved his hand downward, pulling back Bezerra’s foreskin and exposing his glistening cockhead. He held him by the shaft, clearly in awe, and then started moving his hand back and forth, eyes dancing with delight as the foreskin moved along with him, covering and then uncovering Bezerra’s glans with each stroke. Bezerra felt like his knees were going to give out; the sensation was incandescent. It was totally different from beating his own meat. “So cool!” Adam breathed. “Fuckin’ awesome!”

Together, they worked their cocks back and forth, back and forth until they were both bracing for orgasm. When they shot their loads, they did so in tandem, splattering the metal partition of the stall with their seed. Bezerra watched breathlessly as their gloppy white streaks ran together, trailing downward toward the floor. He looked over at Adam and they both started laughing. Fuck, this was just so wrong!

But it was also fun.

They stuffed their cocks in their boxers and tucked their shirts into their trousers before zipping up. By the time they exited the bathroom, they were back to their professional selves…unless you noticed their flushed cheeks and feverish eyes.

***

Adam started shirt-cocking after that.

When they got back to his apartment after working out that evening, Adam went into his bedroom and came out wearing only a t-shirt. Bezerra’s eyebrows went up. “What?” Adam asked, idly scratching his big cock and low hangers. “Dude, we’re naked together all the time. Get over it.”

Bezerra stood there, debating what to do, but then shrugged and pulled off his own pants and underwear. Adam was right; it was more comfortable. And, yeah, they were naked together a lot. They’d just jerked each other off, right? Being naked together was just another way of expressing their comfort around each other. Totally natural and normal.

Adam nodded approvingly and held out a bottle of low-carb beer. Together, they sat down on the couch and watched a football game, sipping their beers and slowly jerking each other’s cocks. It’s cool, Bezerra thought. We’re just a couple of bros hanging out. Nothing weird about that.

Now that he shirt-cocked whenever they were alone together, Adam showed him his hole a lot, too. It started innocently enough. One night, Bezerra walked past the kitchen and looked over to see Adam squatting down and rummaging through the refrigerator. His t-shirt rode up his back, exposing his bare buttocks. As Bezerra stared, Adam leaned forward and graced him with the full view of his butthole. It was so big that, rather than being puckered up like Bezerra’s own, it was a long, vertical slit. A cunt, Bezerra thought. Dude has a cunt!

He was taken aback and intrigued. Other than that one time when they were using the depilatory in the shower, he’d never seen another guy’s hole before. It was a new experience, kind of like jerking off another guy’s dick. He didn’t exactly know how he felt about it and at first wrote it off as a one-time thing.

Soon, though, Adam was exposing his hole so frequently that Bezerra knew it wasn’t accidental. He seemed to enjoy catching Bezerra staring, too. He’d look back at him and grin mischievously, wiggling his butt.

Bezerra responded in kind.

He couldn’t believe he was doing it, actually showing another guy his butthole! It was easier for him to do because he didn’t need to bend over and spread his cheeks like Adam, all he had to do was turn around and–Presto!–there was his hole. Still, sometimes he’d kick it up a notch and bend over in the shower or when he was changing in the locker room. He’d arch his back, too, and flare his already flared buttocks even wider. And then he’d look back over his shoulder and smirk at Adam’s glassy-eyed expression.

It was their private game.

Both fun and kind of naughty.

For the first time in Bezerra’s life, he was proud rather than ashamed of his asshole.

***

“Dude, WTF? Yer wearin’ a thong? Here?!”

Bezerra was spotting Adam while he did squats. His face flushed when his bro bent over and squatted deeply, exposing the whaletail of a pink thong under his shorts. Adam’s tanning had really paid off and he was now almost as dark as Bezerra. It made his thong even more obvious. Bezerra looked around in panic as he saw his bro’s thonged ass reflected in any number of full-length mirrors around them.

Adam laughed. “Chill out, bro. Nobody cares. ‘Sides, they’re all too busy lookin’ at yer ass to notice mine.”

Bezerra winced. “Low blow, dude.”

“It’s true.” He grunted as he lowered himself down for another squat, exposing even more of his thong and bare ass cheeks. “Look at Montero. His eyes haven’t left yer ass since the day you walked in here.”

“Shut up! That’s a lie!”

“Oh, yeah. Watch this.” Adam straightened and racked the bar before turning to face him. As he did so, Bezerra noticed that he’d dyed his hair. Rather than light brown, the oval of stubble on the top of his head was now black…just like his beard. As Bezerra looked questioningly into his dancing eyes, Adam stepped forward and, wrapping his brawny arms around him, pulled him in for a hug…

…and a kiss.

The gym erupted into whistles and catcalls as the guys around them stopped their workouts to stare at them. Bezerra’s eyes got round and he tried to push Adam away but Adam’s tongue was already deep down his throat.

And his hands were pulling down Bezerra’s shorts, revealing his giant ass cheeks. 

Bezerra went rigid in Adam’s arms, struggling to free himself, but Adam was too strong. He easily held him in place. Slowly, his hands on Bezerra’s cheeks tightened their hold and he spread them wide. Bezerra’s entire body went scarlet with humiliation as Adam showed the entire gym his butthole.

He fought even harder as the whistling turned into jeering. (In his mind, he heard the word, ‘Cuzão!’ but then dimly realized they were shouting, ‘Culo!’)

“¡Cállense!”

The room fell silent as Montero got up stiffly from his weight bench and stalked over to them. Bezerra watched in his peripheral vision as the big man put his hands on his hips and stared down from his lofty height at them. Bezerra fought anew to free himself from Adam but it was no use. Adam’s mouth was over his and he was utterly and completely dominating him.

Montero settled back on his heel and folded his big, tattooed arms. “Continue,” he ordered.

Adam obliged, pulling down Bezerra’s shorts and then wrestling off his tank top. Bezerra yelped as the entirety of his naked body went on full display. And was he ever hard! His dick was pulsing with life and vigor. He’d never been this aroused before.

Adam stripped down to his thong and pressed his smooth body against Bezerra’s. He resumed kissing him, pushing his tongue into his mouth and running his hands lovingly over his body. Bezerra moaned and reciprocated, running his own over Adam’s hard/soft body. Their dicks were pressed into each other. Adam kneaded Bezerra’s huge buttocks, slowly turning him around until his ass was facing Montero. Then he parted Bezerra’s cheeks again, looking defiantly over his shoulder at Montero.

Montero grinned. “Putos y maricones.” For some reason, though, the words didn’t sound like an insult on his lips.

Adam finally released him. In a daze, Bezerra reached down and pulled up his shorts, covering his erection and his butthole. He couldn’t look Montero in the eye but he didn’t need to because, even with his eyes downcast, he had a perfect view of the big man’s crotch.

Montero was erect in his shiny boxing shorts.

Very erect.

***

“Adam! What was that back there?!”

Adam looked over at him and smiled. “Wasn’t it obvious, bro. I’m hot for you and have been ever since I first saw you.”

Bezerra stopped on the sidewalk and Adam halted, looking back at him curiously. “What about Bella?”

Adam waved this off. “Oh, that bitch. We called off the wedding weeks ago, dude. How can I marry someone I don’t love and have never even fucked?” He sighed. “I was just tryna make my life fit a mold when I proposed to her. But you.” He stepped closer to him and smiled happily. “You’ve made me realize what I was missing and I’m never going back.”

“A-A-And Montero?” Bezerra’s cock had reawakened and was throbbing in his pants.

“What about him?”

“He was–”

“Turned on?” Adam finished for him. “Yeah. He’s like that. That dude’ll fuck anything with a hole…and a big booty.” 

The way he said this made Bezerra think he was speaking from personal experience. He put his hand to his forehead, feeling faint. Everything he’d thought he knew about Adam that morning had evaporated over the course of one, long kiss in public.

“C’mon, bro.” Adam folded his hand in Bezerra’s. “Let’s go home. I wanna get you naked and have some fun together.”

He was turning when Bezerra noticed it. Adam’s eyes had changed color. He blinked. His green eyes were gone! But his eyes couldn’t have changed color on their own, could they? Then he got it and kicked himself for being so dense. Of course, Adam’s eyes hadn’t changed color! The dude must have put in contact lenses because his irises were now dark, caramel brown.

They were the same color as his own.

***

PART 2: COW

Chapter 4

Bezerra’s heart was in his throat the whole way back to Adam’s apartment. Adam insisted on holding his hand as they walked down the street, something that attracted a lot of attention in the heavily Puerto Rican neighborhood. Mostly, it was good attention but there were a few haters as well. Bezerra was flushed with embarrassment but Adam merely thrust back his wide shoulders, strutting proudly beside him. He kept looking over at Bezerra and winking.

When they got back to his apartment, Adam stripped down to his thong, sauntering over to him. “I have a confession to make,” he revealed, looking at him through lowered eyelashes. “I’ve been actively seducing you since we first met.”

Bezerra nodded, pulse pounding. His cock was hard in his shorts as he drank in Adam and his thong. His bro looked so hot!

“It was a game at first,” Adam continued. “I wasn’t sure about you. I thought maybe you and me would just be muscle bros but now I’m pretty sure yer a big fag like me. Aren’t you, Rigo?”

Again Bezerra nodded, swallowing. “Well, uh, bi, I guess.”

“Whatever.” Adam stepped closer. “I know I come across as a tough guy,” he gestured down at his numerous Marine Corps tattoos, “but the truth is I’m submissive. I like it when a guy takes charge, especially of my ass.” He grinned, turning to expose his bare butt. Slowly, he bent over and reached back to spread his butt cheeks, pulling the tiny string of the thong aside. Bezerra found himself staring at the dude’s long, vertical slit. Adam’s butthole really did look like a cunt. He couldn’t believe it! His mouth fell open; he’d never seen it this closely before and in broad daylight. It was completely mesmerizing. When Bezerra’s mouth fell open, Adam laughed and straightened, “Whaddaya think? Wanna taste?”

Bezerra shook himself, drooling. His hardon was throbbing so much it hurt. “Uh, you mean you want me to taste yer hole? Seriously, bro?”

“Yeah, I want you to taste my pussy, bro. And then I’ll let ya do whatever ya want to me. Sound like fun?”

He turned and spread his cheeks again, inviting Bezerra to have at him. Bezerra was trembling and his cock was leaking. The urge to taste Adam’s hole was so powerful that it overrode everything else and he found himself falling down onto his knees and burying his face in Adam’s crack. Adam arched his back and sighed happily as Bezerra’s tongue–furtive at first but then bolder–began lapping at him. Soon, Bezerra was slurping and sucking, sticking his tongue into that delicious asshole as deeply as it would go…which was pretty deep considering how loose the dude was back there.

And then he was fucking him.

He didn’t even use lube. He’d done a thorough job of lubing him already with his spit and Adam’s man cunt was pretty gaping. Bezerra took him by the hips and thrust into that gaping, hot pussy. His eyes rolled back in his head as his hulking cock slid with no resistance. Adam was completely vacuous, a welcoming, slimy pocket. 

Fucking him was unlike any woman Bezerra had been with and at first he wondered about Adam’s lack of tightness. He’d always preferred fucking a tight pussy but this was different. In a good way, it turned out. He found he loved how deeply he could thrust into Adam without worrying about hurting him. Adam gloried in having his hole used and Bezerra tried him from all sorts of different positions, cumming more than a half dozen times before he finally grew tired. Then he sat down on a chair and pulled Adam onto his still-hard cock and, spitting into his hand, removed his lover’s stiff cock from the tiny pouch of the thong and jacked him to an ardent climax. Adam rocked up and down on him, spewing his load all over the kitchen floor.

“Move in with me, Rigo,” Adam panted. “I want you here with me all the time.”

“Ok.” Bezerra couldn’t believe he’d said it. He’d agree to live with a man…as a boyfriend. This meant that he and Adam were now officially a couple.

Adam kissed him. Leaning forward on his lap and wrapping his big arms around him, he welcomed Bezerra’s tongue into his mouth. They came together, lips locked, Bezerra in control. And then Adam was slipping downward and extracting Bezerra’s cock from his shorts and sucking him off. 

When Bezerra arched his back and spasmed his load into Adam’s mouth, the dude swallowed it all, licking his lips and smiling up at him. “I’m your little cockslut, Rigo. Treat me like your little cockslut from now on.”

***

Afterwards, Bezerra walked down to the bodega on the corner. He needed to clear his head after everything that had happened that day and was jonesing for a cigarette. He hadn’t smoked for more than a year but every once in a while still got a craving for the taste of tobacco, especially when he was feeling overwhelmed. 

He couldn’t believe he’d just fucked Adam’s sloppy cunt. Fuck, he couldn’t believe that Adam had a sloppy cunt to begin with! His coworker had always seemed so cocky and dominant and straight. In hindsight, Bezerra now saw how that image of Adam as a tough stud had been just that: An image. Adam had used it as a cover to hide his true, faggy self. Thinking Adam was straight had lulled Bezerra into complacency, inuring him to Adam’s slow and stealthy seduction until it was too late. And now he was hooked. Adam had turned him into a fag, too. How was that possible? Bezerra had never found men sexually attractive. Until today, his partners had always been women.

Bezerra shook his head, trying once again to clear it. Being around Adam was like being on drugs. God, he needed a smoke! He picked up the pace, hoping the little bodega was still open. The evening was a warm one and he was already sweating in his too-tight pair of shorts and tank top. In his haste to leave, he’d pulled on Adam’s shorts and, unlike Bezerra, the dude lacked a generous behind. 

Almost immediately, he regretted his impulsive decision to don the obscenely tight shorts. Not a hundred paces away from Adam’s apartment building, he heard a catcall from across the street. Squinting in the evening sun, he looked over and saw several heavily-tattooed, young toughs lounging on the stoop of a two-story walkup. One of them made a V with his fingers and put it between his lips, licking salaciously as he called out in Spanish. Bezerra ignored him but his cheeks turned rosy.

He walked faster, the catcalls and whistles following him down the street.

His ‘admirers’ grew bolder and soon began tailing him. He tried not to look back but he knew they were closing in. Just as they drew near enough to touch him, though, a souped-up, blue and white classic Chevy Impala pulled up beside them. A deep bass thudded out of the speakers as the driver rolled down the window. Bezerra looked over and did a double take when he spotted Montero leering out at him. “Get in,” the dude commanded. He made a dismissive motion with his hand directed at the young dudes behind Bezerra and they scattered.

Before Bezerra could react, two giant men piled out of the back of the car and grabbed him, pushing him into the passenger seat. They slammed the door shut and climbed back in as Montero gunned the engine. Shaken, Bezerra stared over at the man, meeting his hungry gaze.

“So you wanna play?” Montero challenged, laughing. “Nobody comes into my gym and taunts me without paying the price.”

“Wh-Wh-What are you talking about?” Bezerra’s voice was trembling, much like his body.

Montero turned and gave him a long look, his brown eyes were filled with both amusement and malice. “Your amiga. Adán,” he grunted, one arm slung out the window and the other resting lazily on the steering wheel.

“Amiga?” Bezerra repeated before he got it; Montero was deliberately using the feminine form of the word to refer to Adam. He set his jaw. “What about him?”

Montero laughed. “Her. She’s a cow. A muscle cow. Like you.”

“I’m not a cow!” Bezerra insisted before he realized how stupid that sounded. Simply by protesting it, he was playing right into Montero’s hands.

“Adán wants to become one of us.” Montero gestured to himself and Bezerra. “But he’s not. He’s just a stupid cow. You, on the other hand, are a true vaquilla. Mi vaquilla.” He paused and looked back at Bezerra, the corner of his lip lifting. “The place we’re going,” he purred. “Will make you into my personal vaquilla. When you leave, no one will recognize you.”

“WHAT!?” Bezerra grabbed the door handle, prepared to jump out of the speeding vehicle but the two guys in the back seat clamped down on his shoulders, holding him in place. Bezerra struggled but it was no use. He was effectively immobilized.

Montero watched him, laughing, “Don’t worry, Vaquilla. I treat you right. I take care of you.”

They pulled up in front of a rusted iron gate that slid open when Montero honked the horn. Bezerra’s heart was in his throat and he kicked himself for not bringing his phone along. He had no way of calling Adam to let him know where he was. He started to panic when he realized it might be several hours before Adam realized he was missing. When he’d left, he’d told his boyfriend that he was driving back to his old apartment to get some of his things. His apartment was over an hour away…

Montero’s hand was on his knee. “Tranquila,” he soothed. “Tranquila, Vaquilla.”

He parked the car in front of a dilapidated structure that appeared to be in the middle of a junkyard. There were a couple more men standing guard in front of the building, their beefy arms crossed. They marched over and hauled Bezerra out of the car, holding him by the arms as Montero came around the front of the Impala. He looked Bezerra up and down, smirking proudly.

Bezerra blinked up at him. He’d forgotten how big the man was. Montero was not only impressively tall, he was impressively muscled as well. Clad in his trademark black tank top and black, nylon boxing shorts, he cut an imposing figure. The tattoos sleeves covering his arms and neck only added to his menace. There was something palpable about him, something that spoke volumes without him needing to say a word. All Bezerra needed to do was gaze down at him and he was cowed. Figuratively cowed at that moment but soon he would be literally cowed by the man.

“Come. It’s time.” Montero turned on his heel and headed into the building while the two men holding Bezerra hauled him along behind. Bezerra struggled, crying out, but it was no use. No one cared and no one came to rescue him.

***

Bezerra awoke to a soft whirring sound and a pulling sensation on his chest. He stirred, or tried to, only to discover his arms and legs were tied. Moaning, he shook his head. He felt so groggy! What had happened to him? It took him a moment to remember and, when he did, he panicked, struggling mightily to free himself. His efforts, though, were ineffectual. He was bound and helpless.

“Easy, Vaquilla. Don’t hurt yourself. You’ll open the stitches.”

Stitches?! Panicking, Bezerra redoubled his efforts to break free but Montero’s firm hand on his shoulder steadied him.

“Tranquila,” he soothed in his deep, sultry tone. “Tranquila.” Montero’s voice worked a strange kind of magic and Bezerra found himself relaxing. He sank down into the mattress, sighing. This pleased Montero who praised, “Good Vaquilla. That’s it. Don’t worry. Everything is fine.”

Bezerra breathed deeply, his attention returning to the funny suction on his chest. His eyes moved downward, widening when he saw the strange contraptions stuck onto his nipples. They were cylinders, sort of like the ones his uncle used on the cows at his ranch when it was milking time. Connected to a vacuum pump sitting beside his bed, they sucked and sucked, pulling his nipples upward and inflating them.

“Tus ubres,” Montero explained, “Se necesita ubres, Vaquilla.”

It took Bezerra a moment to translate this. When he did, his eyes went round. “Udders?! What do you mean?”

Montero laughed. “A heifer like you needs udders, right? These’ll give ‘em to you, Vaquilla. Nice, big udders.” He cupped his hands over his chest, laughing. “Nice Vaquilla!”

“Why are you doing this to me?” Bezerra pleaded. “Please let me go!”

“Do you want to go, Vaquilla?” Montero leaned over his bedside, mouth inches from Bezerra’s. His potent smell filled his nostrils, spicy and strong. 

“N-N-No.” Bezerra jerked in surprise. What was wrong with him? He writhed on the bed, this time with desire rather than alarm. Being held captive by Montero made him feel so..horny?! He moaned with arousal but an odd pain below his waist stopped him. He stared up at Montero, demanding, “What did you do? Why do I feel like something’s wrong with me?” He squirmed, clenching his thighs together. His pulse started pounding when he realized he wasn’t imagining it. “It’s missing!” he cried. “It’s gone!”

“Not gone,” Montero corrected. “Just different. Improved.”

Tears filled Bezerra’s eyes and he cried openly, belatedly understanding why he felt so groggy. He looked around the room, taking in the sterile surroundings. He was in the hospital! His head was so cloudy because he’d just had surgery. Montero had forced him to get surgery!

He struggled again, sobbing and wailing, but Montero simply smirked down at him. Wagging a finger in his face, he turned and picked up something, holding it in Bezerra’s face. His mouth fell open when he recognized what it was: A feeding tube. Montero forced it into Bezerra’s mouth before he could clamp his jaw shut. While he tried his best to spit it out, Montero eased it down his esophagus and taped the flanges onto his cheeks. Bezerra’s eyes grew huge as Montero flipped a switch. A second later, he felt a heavy, thick goo slide out of the tube and roll down into his stomach.

He lost consciousness after an hour of watching his formerly flat, hard tummy fill inexorably with the wretched stuff. It bulged outward and upward, rounding out and inflating ever larger.

***

Chapter 5

Three weeks later, Montero finally allowed him to leave his bed. Weak and dazed, Bezerra teetered on his feet while the tall man steadied him by the elbow. He blinked down at his body. Dressed in a skimpy hospital gown, his body exploded out of the meager garment. His already sizable muscles had more than quadrupled in size and now verged on obscene. His arms were so swollen that they stuck out from his sides and his thighs were like a couple of sacks of flour strapped to his legs. 

Those quads! There simply wasn’t a pair of pants in existence that could contain them. He swallowed, staring at himself, eyes drawn to his rounded ‘roid gut. His abs were just as striated as before but they were pushed out from beneath by a concentration of visceral fat. It was disorienting seeing such a big, round belly contained beneath his delineated muscles and papery skin.

All this was nothing compared to his ugly pair of udders. His formerly pert nipples were now dark brown, distended bags of sagging flesh. They swung to and fro over the massive shelf of his pecs. He’d heard of gyno from taking too many ‘roids but this was ridiculous!

A heavy weight tugged on him from behind, distracting from his big pair of tits. He strained to crane his bull neck to see what had happened to his glutes. He lacked any obvious neck, though, and his shoulders were so strapped down by his overly large traps and delts that he couldn’t see anything behind him. He wobbled, clutching at Montero. 

Clap-clap-clap! He cringed when he realized the slapping noise was his buttocks clapping ponderously together. If he’d been too gifted in the backside before, now he was positively ridiculous. He hung his head, staggering as he was forced to widen his stance to accommodate his giant buttocks. He didn’t need to see them to know that they were beyond large. Even if Montero’s potent brew of steroids and protein hadn’t already turned him into a total ‘quad-zilla,’ his new ass ensured he could never wear pants again.

“Perfect,” Montero pronounced, kneading his groin with one hand while steadying Bezerra with the other. “You’re perfect, Vaquilla. Doc outdid himself on you.”

Bezerra’s whole body was trembling as he stared at his remade body. He figured he was at least a couple hundred pounds heavier. His poor muscles were already aching with the effort of holding his immense bulk upright. Finally, he couldn’t stand it any longer and flopped back down on the bed, panting. The mattress sagged beneath his mountainous buttocks, bowing under him. He held his swollen head in his hands, drawing back in alarm when he realized he was completely bald. His beard was gone! Even his eyebrows were missing.

“Wha da fuck!” he rumbled in a deep, bovine voice as he felt the…things…protruding from the side of his head. “Wha’d ya do to me? HORNS?!” He tugged on the short, blunt protrusions, realizing they were welded to his skull. No amount of twisting or pulling could loosen them. He held them in his hands in a state of complete disbelief.

“A heifer needs horns,” Montero chuckled, staring down at him. His shorts were tented before him and Bezerra, despite his rising panic and mortification, found himself entranced by the outline of the man’s penis. He blinked. There was no way a guy’s cock could possibly be that thick!

Bezerra licked his thick lips as he stared at that horrendously big organ and then he stopped, humiliated by the power Montero had over him. Not only had he been robbed of his body, he’d been robbed of any self control as well.

“Here, sit there like that.” Montero turned and retrieved something from a stand beside the bed. Bezerra gave a start when he saw he was holding a large syringe filled with an oily yellow liquid. “Time for your next Synthol injection.” He jabbed the needle into Bezerra’s pec and emptied it while Bezerra whined in pain. The stuff burned as it filled his muscle tissue! “‘Roids aren’t enough,” Montero explained. “A cow like you needs to be even bigger!” While Bezerra mewled helplessly, he injected his other pec before filling his biceps, triceps, deltoids and traps. When he was done, Bezerra’s entire upper body was on fire with pain. Montero didn’t seem to care, though. He nodded approvingly, “Freaky. Totally freaky.”

Bezerra began blubbering like a sick cow. He couldn’t help it! Montero had ruined him. Permanently and utterly (udderly?) ruined him.

“Here.”

Montero tugged him back onto his feet and pulled him, stumbling and grunting, toward the door. Bezerra wobbled precariously, trying desperately to find his equilibrium in such a vast, bulky and heavy body. When he finally regained his balance, he wobbled along behind the tall, muscular, tattooed and handsome man, heart pounding in his chest. 

After a trip across a dusty courtyard, they arrived at a wide door. Bezerra looked around, realizing it was nighttime and they were still in the city, probably at the same junkyard compound that Montero had taken him to several weeks ago when he was abducted.

Montero opened the door and flipped on a lightswitch, motioning him to follow him inside. Bezerra stood blinking in the middle of an opulent room. An immense, golden, canopied bed spread out before him. There was no doubt this was Montero’s bedroom. The big man turned and rummaged through an ornate bureau, holding something out to him. It was a tiny piece of pink fabric. A thong. And a very brief one at that.

“Put it on.”

Bezerra stared at it before taking the silky garment. He sniffled loudly as he dutifully removed his gown and stepped into the thong. His big ‘roid gut blocked the view of his crotch but he didn’t need to see it to know that he’d been changed down there. Forcibly changed. He uttered a little cry of disbelief as he stretched the miniscule panties over his mountainous thighs and pulled them up the cleft of his salacious buttocks. The string bit into his virgin manhole even as he felt the pouch cup…nothing. There was nothing left down there. Nothing at all.

Well, almost nothing.

Montero was seated on the edge of the bed, eyes riveted on Bezerra’s crotch. He licked his lips, sighing, “Come here, Vaquilla. Time to be bred.” When Bezerra hesitated, Montero soothed, “Don’t worry. I show you. I show you how to love your new body. Now come here.” He reached and wiggled his fingers, beckoning him. The immense bulge in his shorts was even larger than before and Bezerra was unwillingly entranced by it.

He lumbered forward.

“Sit on my lap.” Montero patted his thighs. Bezerra swallowed, swaying awkwardly back and forth as he tried to make his new, ungainly body behave. He lurched down onto the big man’s lap. The bed groaned beneath his weight but Montero didn’t seem to mind. Bezerra flushed when he felt his big, soft, gelatinous buttocks spread out beneath him, molding himself to Montero’s lower body and especially to his giant bulge.

“Silicone implants,” Montero purred, stroking Bezerra’s jelly-filled butt approvingly. “You weren’t big enough.”

Bezerra hung his head, humiliated and turned on at the same time.

Montero smiled up at him. “You know who gave Adán his man-cunt, Vaquilla?” He laughed proudly. “Me. I gave it to him and now I’m gonna give you one, too. When I’m done with you, yer gonna be just like him. Haha! In more ways than one!”

Bezerra didn’t like the sound of that but he was powerless to stop Montero. He quivered with shame as the man pulled his big buttocks apart.

“Sit up,” he ordered and Bezerra obeyed, pushing himself up with great effort while Montero shimmied his nylon boxing shorts down his lean waist. Bezerra was locked into Montero’s feral gaze as the man reached for a bottle of lube and slathered up his big pole. He grinned up at Bezerra, slapping his shaft against his taint. “Big, no? Haha! I’m the biggest bull in the farmyard!”

It was no boast. Montero’s cock was bigger than a bull’s. Bigger than any man’s should ever be.

When Montero pulled the string of his thong aside and exposed his butthole, Bezerra became worried. His fears were confirmed a moment later when he felt that bulbous, girthy cockhead pushing against his tiny, tight man-bud. The enemy was at the gates! Montero was already pulling him downward, though. Bezerra struggled but he was too weak and his bloated body was too heavy. He had no choice but to settle down onto Montero’s throbbing cock.

“Jesus!” he exclaimed when he realized Montero was even bigger than he’d thought. “How is that possible?”

Montero grinned, “Yer not the only one with silicone, Vaquilla. The doc worked on me, too, while you were out. I told him to make me beyond big and he did. I wanted to surprise you. You like?”

“Ungh!”

“Ha! Typical slut. All you care about is a big cock up yer cunt.” Montero grasped him by the hips and resumed pulling him downward. Bezerra’s eyes rolled back and he gasped in pain as he felt his asshole part. He clenched, trying desperately to save his ass virginity but gravity and his anus betrayed him and it was only a matter of time before his beleaguered sphincter gave way. He lifted his head and groaned loudly as he felt himself gape wider and wider and wider until…

SNAP!

SNAP SNAP SNAP!!!

Bezerra bellowed in agony as his anal sinews tore asunder and his hole spread out wide open, inviting all of Montero’s immense girth inside. His vision swam and he nearly passed out before adrenaline and endorphins kicked in, obliterating the pain and ushering him into a state of happy delirium. He almost didn’t care that his asshole was now a long, vertical slit rivaling Adam’s hungry cunt. As long as Montero was fucking him, he was happy. More than happy, he was ecstatic.

Montero couldn’t have been prouder. He grinned, bucking his narrow hips and driving his mutant cock deep inside Bezerra’s man-cunt. It wasn’t long before he exploded inside him, christening him with his potent seed. Reaching up to fondle Bezerra’s huge udders, he tugged on them, pretending to milk him. Bezerra moaned.

“Mi vaquilla,” he panted, face glistening with sweat and eyes glowing with pride. “Mi propia vaquilla.”

But he wasn’t through with him. Bezerra hadn’t cum yet; Montero was many things but a bad lover wasn’t one of them. He urged Bezerra to roll over onto the bed and then pinned him down, staring deeply into his eyes.

“Ready?” he challenged. “Ready to be bred?”

Bezerra could only blink up at him. He thought he’d already been bred! He could feel the man’s cum leaking out of his vacuous asshole, soaking the sheets beneath him.

Montero smirked at his confusion, slowly creeping down the bed until his face was over Bezerra’s crotch. He took the thong’s delicate waistband between his teeth and tugged, easing it down Bezerra’s wide hips. Bezerra braced as the cool air caressed his newly transformed sex organ. He clenched, shoulders hunching in despair as he felt the alien sensation of those new, fresh lips pressing together down there.

“Perfect,” Montero breathed. “So beautiful.” His tongue flicked out and Bezerra unwillingly moaned as he felt the man’s slick yet expert appendage part his pussy lips. Something cool and hard wiggled around down there, moved by Montero’s questing tongue. “A piercing,” Montero explained, working his tongue back and forth around the foreign object while Bezerra writhed in pleasure and humiliation beneath him. “I gave you a clit piercing. You like?”

Not waiting for a reply, he commenced teasing Bezerra with his tongue, darting in and out, back and forth, up and down, and side to side, before burying his face in that newly feminized cleft. Bezerra was beside himself, roiling in self-hatred and embarrassment as well as overriding bliss. His crotch grew hot and he felt his lips swelling with lust. This only served to arouse and inflame Montero’s passion.

The man lifted his head and looked at him. His lips were moist, dripping with Bezerra’s love juices.“You like it, no? You like your new pussy?” He lowered his face and resumed licking, darting in deeper and deeper.

“FUUUUUUUCK!!! OH, FUUUUUUUUUCK!!!” Bezerra bellowed. 

There was no doubt. He did like it. He more than liked it. He fucking loved it. And he fucking hated it, too. What would he do without a cock? He’d always been so proud of his hulking, uncircumcised manhood. Now he wasn’t even a man any longer. He was a heifer. Just like his name.

A big, fat heifer.

***

“A cunt and a pussy.”

Bezerra stirred next to Montero, realizing the man’s massively inflated cock was hard again. Or at least he thought it was hard. You couldn’t really tell because Montero had so much silicone swelling his already sizable shaft. The result was an appendage that was thicker than a normal man’s leg. It was a truly hideous penis, nearly as wide as it was long. At more than a foot long, that was a lot of silicone filler!

“You have a cunt and a pussy.” Montero’s eyes glinted with malice as he grabbed his dense organ and flopped it heavily back and forth, taunting Bezerra. “You ready? Ready for me to destroy yer pussy?”

Bezerra grimaced. It had been hard enough to let Montero in through his back door but his tender pussy was so fresh and tight that he worried that Montero would hurt him. And yet, even as he wanted to resist, he could already feel his pussy lips swelling with anticipation. Montero had worked him up to multiple orgasms with his tongue but had stopped shy of fucking him. He was ready for another go!

“Just teasing!” Montero laughed, waggling that ridiculous cock. “This cock don’t fuck pussies. Only cunts.” He looked over at the door and barked, “LET HER IN! IT’S TIME!”

The door swung open and Bezerra sat up on his elbows, staring at the behemoth that waddled into the room. Weighed down with super-sized, bloated muscles, the man had bandaged over his face. His eyes, though, were locked onto Bezerra’s and he opened his gaping maw, bawling, “Bezerrrrra! Bezerrrra!”

“Adam?!” Bezerra gaped at the bloated muscle ape looming over him. Adam was unrecognizable, his body more than twice as big as Bezerra’s…and Bezerra was already beyond huge. His muscles were so large they’d been turned into caricatures. His bald, round head was lost in the hulking traps that swallowed his head. His ‘roid gut protruded bigger than a beach ball before him and his legs looked like they would be better suited on an elephant. His arms thrust out from his sides, loaded down and heavy. A pair of big, hapless udders hung listlessly down from his tits and a tiny pair of mock cow horns stuck out from the sides of his melon head.

Weaving precariously, he staggered over to the bed and fell face down. The mattress nearly collapsed under their combined weights but somehow remained upright. Bezerra guessed that Montero had had it reinforced.

“Spread yer legs, Vaquilla!” Montero ordered, slapping Bezerra’s gelatinous buttocks. “I wanna watch my prize heifers breed!”

Numb with horror, Bezerra obeyed, splaying himself out on the bed and spreading his enormous thighs. He could feel his pussy gaping, little more than a couple hairless flaps of skin. He was moist again, his lips swelling in spite of his mood. He had no idea why it aroused him so much to see Adam turned into a big, disgusting muscle freak.

Adam lifted his ugly head, peering up at him through the bandages. He was still wearing the colored contact lenses that turned his irises a deep, caramel brown. “Bezerrrrrra!” he moaned, sounding more like a mooing cow than a human.

“Go on,” Montero urged, pushing Adam onto his hands and knees. “Fuck yer cow. Her pussy’s wet for you!” Adam’s bawl of protest only made him laugh. “Here,” he said, “take off yer bandages first. Let her see you.” Before Adam could stop him, he peeled the white strips away, exposing his new face, transformed by plastic surgery.

Bezerra’s skin began to crawl when he realized he was staring into the face of his old brother, Alfonso. His mouth fell open. How the fuck…? He closed his eyes, convinced he was hallucinating but, when he reopened them, the face staring back at him clearly belonged to Alfonso. The full lips, the wide nose with its flared nostrils and the tiny ears. He’d recognize him anywhere. The color drained out of his cheeks as he looked from Alfonso’s startled visage over to the laughing Montero. His lips formed an O and his eyes went round.

“He’s good, no? My doc knows his shit.” Montero looked extremely pleased with himself. “I found yer bro’s pics online and showed him. Doc made Adán look just like him.” He turned to the confused and humiliated Adam, taunting, “This is what you wanted, no? To look like him. Well, now you do.” When Adam shook his head, Montero smirked, goading Bezerra, “Go on, Vaquilla. Let yer brother fuck yer new pussy. You know you want it.”

Adam was too paralyzed by shock to move so Montero slapped his steroidal rump, causing him to push himself up on all fours. Looking balefully down at Bezerra through his brother’s eyes, even Bezerra had to admit he made for a very convincing bull. Or was that a heifer? He couldn’t tell until he saw the pathetic nub poking out from the pouch of Adam’s thong. Bezerra squinted, realizing that it wasn’t a clit between Adam’s legs. No, it was a penis but just barely. The tiny outline was scarcely bigger than a peanut. Montero’s doctor must have cut Adam’s penis down to size, leaving him with only a laughable knob.

As Bezerra stared at that little peanut, Adam hung his head. When he lifted it again, Bezerra flushed. Adam’s shock had disappeared and he was staring hungrily at his pussy. It was right there waiting for him; Bezerra was laid out before him like a muscle buffet. Bezerra quivered beneath his lover’s ardent gaze. He wanted Adam inside him in the worst way!

Adam struggled to pull down his thong. When he finally managed to extract his nub, he winced. Barely more than two inches long, it was slender as a pencil. Worse, he lacked any discernible balls. Somehow, Adam with a pencil dick and enormous muscles was even more ridiculous than Bezerra with a hairless clit. Adam flushed, simultaneously embarrassed and aroused.

Bezerra knew how he felt because he felt the exact same way. He was seething with outrage and dripping with humiliation even as his new pussy dripped with juices, anticipating the feeling of Adam’s tiny cock pushing inside him.

Ardor won out and Adam lowered himself down onto Bezerra, smothering him under his immense weight. Panting, he fumbled around, navigating with difficulty around all the mounds and folds and bumps of flesh. Their bodies were cumbersome, bloated and more like prisons than anything else. Nothing was easy, especially not sex. 

It took a really long time but Adam finally managed to aim his tiny pee-pee at Bezerra’s pussy. Bezerra arched his back and sighed with delight as his lover thrust an inch inside him. It was barely more than an immodest poke but it was enough to get him going. Apparently, it was enough for Adam, too, because he lowered his mouth and they locked lips, rolling together. Bezerra lifted his hips, meeting him and eagerly giving away his virginity to the man he loved more than anyone else in the world.

And then Montero was behind Adam, driving into him with his monster cock. Adam grunted, his entire body rippling with the shockwaves of Montero’s savagery. But the impact had an unexpected benefit, helping him to penetrate another precious half inch or so into Bezerra. Soon, all three lost in a long, torturous and humiliating escapade of the flesh. Montero was ruthless but also skilled and knew exactly how to drive them above and beyond the gates of erotic pleasure. It was well past midnight by the time they collapsed, completely exhausted.

Montero let them sleep the night with him, huddled together in a sweaty mass of muscle and silicone. In the morning, though, he showed them the door, leading them down a dusty corridor to a dirty room filled with grunting muscle cows. They blinked at the hulking brutes, sweating and straining through an endless weight workout. Every guy in the place was naked save for a tiny, pink thong, and all of them had cow horns screwed into their skulls. Neutered, nubbed or pussified, each one had had his manhood erased. Thus altered, they lived a life of constant toil, laboring to build ever larger physiques and more massive muscles in the dim hope of being chosen to spend the night with Montero. 

Adam and Bezerra exchanged helpless looks, their mounded shoulders slumping, as the door clanged shut behind them, locking them into their new lives forever. At least they had each other. Montero may have taken everything else but they were still together. That had to count for something, right?

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