Alex and Michael knew that Michael's parents would totally freak out if they caught them making out on the couch. His parents were kind of homophobic and had no clue about their preferences. But that's exactly what made the thrill—it made everything even hotter. Damn, Alex's salty skin was like an aphrodisiac. The forbidden tension hung in the air like an electric crackle, and every touch felt like a risky game that addicted them both. Their breath quickened, their hands wandered hungrily over each other's bodies, and the fear of discovery only heightened their lust even more.
Alex moaned as Michael's tongue glided over his chest. Even Michael could barely hold himself together.
"Alex, I wish you were such a total stud like my dad!" he said with a grin.
"You want a transformation," sounded a female, resonant voice. "I'm activating the Chronivac voice control."
Alex and Michael froze. Did Michael's parents have Alexa? That was new. They'd heard of Chronivac before, but never thought it could be installed here in the house—a device that could turn fantasies into reality, with all the crazy possibilities that entailed. Their hearts raced, partly from shock, partly from excitement.
Michael grinned. "Chronivac, transform us into two hot studs like my dad!"
No sooner had the words been spoken than the two felt a warm wave flowing through their bodies, as if invisible hands were reshaping them from the inside. Their skin began to tighten like a shirt that was too small, ready to tear at any moment. Alex felt a tingling in his muscles, as if they were expanding, becoming firmer and more defined. His shoulders broadened, his arms swelled with new strength, and a faint cracking in his bones signaled that he was gaining height. Michael's chin, previously smooth and youthful, suddenly scratched roughly on Alex's chest—a beard sprouted, thick and masculine, while Alex's own chest hairs grew denser and tickled Michael's face. Their movements, which had just been awkward and youthful, gained routine: Suddenly, their hands knew instinctively where to grip, their hips moved with the rhythm of experienced lovers. It was as if they'd absorbed two decades of sexual practice in seconds—movements perfected on sofas, kitchen tables, and in steamy shower stalls. The scent of masculinity filled the room, a mix of sweat and testosterone that only intensified their arousal.
"Chronivac, make us hotter and even more masculine," moaned Alex, his voice already deeper and rougher. Michael tried to lean in to Alex for a kiss, but their growing bodies pushed them apart. Their chest muscles inflated like inflatable boats hooked up to a compressor, hard and bulging, veins popping out thick as water hoses, pulsing with new blood flow. Every breath felt like a surge of power, their shoulders widening, their biceps tightening as if they could lift tons of weight. Alex's beard grew further, scraping like sandpaper over Michael's skin, while Michael's own beard thickened. "Make Michael smooth and soft!" moaned Alex, overwhelmed by the roughness. Seconds later, Michael felt a gentle pull on his scalp—his hair vanished as if sucked away, and his head now gleamed in the light of the ceiling lamp like a polished billiard ball, smooth and inviting to touch. The change made him even more vulnerable, contrasting with his growing muscle mass, and Alex's hands glided over it in fascination, feeling how soft and sensitive the skin now was.
Michael ran his tongue over Alex's sweaty chest hairs, tasting the salty sweat that flowed in streams. His hands desperately tried to encompass Alex's massive muscles, feeling the hard contours outlining under the skin. "Damn, yes, more!" moaned Alex, his arousal growing with every pulse of his veins. Alexa—or Chronivac—felt addressed, and Alex's body reacted immediately: Another growth spurt surged through him like an adrenaline rush, making his muscles explode. His legs stretched, his feet pressed against the couch, and he and Michael were forced to stand up. Michael's arms, now massive themselves, could no longer embrace his lover—they were too broad, too strong. Alex's chest expanded to something superhuman, a wall of muscles that would make many gorillas envious. Even though his body hair partially disappeared, the volume remained, a colossus of pure power that seemed to fill the room. Every movement sent waves of pleasure through them, their cocks throbbing hard against their pants, demanding and untamed.
"Alexa, turn Michael into a loving, sweet loverboy!" Before Michael could protest, he felt his own muscle mountains beginning to melt—not weak, but softer, slimmer. The mass drained away, reshaping into something more elegant, impressive, but compared to Alex, he was now a beanpole, supple and graceful. His muscles remained defined but more sensitive, responding to every touch with a shiver. "Dude, that wasn't fair now," said Michael with a grin, but his voice already sounded softer, more playful. Alex tenderly ran his calloused hand through Michael's blond hair, which now fell longer and softer, and pulled his sweet lover firmly toward him. Michael began to lavish kisses on his massive friend's body, his lips soft and devoted.
Alex started moaning. Shit, on one hand, this monstrous body felt so amazing. On the other hand, Michael in his body was just unbelievably hot. His head turned into a cinema. Himself as Michael's super hot Muscle Daddy and Michael as a twink version of himself. Shit, he got rock hard. So hard that Michael noticed it too. He ran his tongue around Alex's nipples, which could have cut glass, and asked what he was thinking about. Alex said he thought it would be hot if they were a hot Twink-Muscle-Daddy pair. "I understand," echoed Alexa's voice through the room, cool and mechanical, as if she didn't notice the hot, heavy breaths of the two at all. But Alex and Michael felt it immediately—a wave of change rushing through their bodies
like an electric current, making every nerve vibrate.
Alex's body, already a colossus of muscles and masculinity, pulsed with new power. His shoulders broadened, his chest arched even more imposingly forward, as if he were a walking temple of virility. His skin stretched over defined muscles that looked chiseled, and a dense, dark beard sprouted on his chin, giving him the appearance of a mature, dominant Daddy. His voice became deeper, rougher, as he moaned: "Damn, that feels… right." Down below, his cock swelled, hard and demanding, a true monster pressing against the fabric of his pants. He was now the Muscle Daddy—strong, experienced, the type who gave orders and took what he wanted.
Michael, on the other hand, felt his muscles shrink, but not weaken. No, they reshaped into something slim, supple, seductive. His skin became smooth and soft, his features more youthful, with a hint of innocence in his eyes that still sparkled with lust. His blond hair fell in soft waves, and his body became that of a twink—slim, athletic, but with inviting curves. His ass rounded perfectly, his legs grew longer, more elegant. And his cock? It remained impressive but more sensitive, reacting to every touch with a twitch. "Alex… Daddy…" he whispered with a voice that now sounded higher, more playful, full of devotion.
The two stared at each other, their gazes melting into pure desire. Alex, the huge Muscle Daddy, grabbed Michael with one of his calloused paws and pulled him close. "Come here, my sweet boy," he growled, his deep voice a vibration that Michael felt down to his toes. Michael pressed against him, his hands gliding over Alex's massive chest, feeling the hard nipples that yielded under his tongue. He licked, sucked, kissed every inch of this massive body, while Alex's hands wandered down his back, stroking over the perfect ass and kneading it.
"Fuck, you're so hot as a twink," panted Alex, his fingers digging into Michael's flesh, lifting him up as if he were weightless. Michael wrapped his legs around Alex's hips, their hard cocks rubbing against each other through the thin fabric of their clothes, which was now just in the way. With a quick motion, Alex tore Michael's shirt in two, revealing the smooth, youthful skin underneath. "Show me how much you want me, boy."
Michael obeyed, sliding to his knees, his eyes wide and hungry. He pulled down Alex's pants, and there it was—this massive, throbbing member, surrounded by a dense bush of dark hair. Michael licked over it, from the base to the tip, tasting the salty sweat that covered Alex's entire body. Alex's hand buried itself in Michael's hair, guiding him, pushing him deeper. "Yes, like that… take it all, my little lover."
The sofa creaked under their weight as Alex lifted Michael and threw him on his back. He spread Michael's legs, kissed his way down, over the smooth chest, the flat stomach, down to the hard cock dripping with excitement. Alex's beard tickled Michael's skin, sending shivers through his body. "You belong to me," murmured Alex, before taking Michael's cock into his mouth, sucking and licking with the routine of a man who knew how to drive someone insane.
Michael arched his back, his hands clawing into Alex's shoulders. "Daddy… please… fuck me." The words came breathless, begging. Alex grinned, positioned himself, his massive body over the slim twink. Slowly he penetrated, inch by inch, stretching Michael, filling him. The pain mixed with pure ecstasy, and soon they moved in rhythm—hard, deep, animalistic.
Their moans filled the room, sweat dripped, muscles tensed. Alex's massive arms held Michael tight as he thrust deeper, faster. "Come for me, boy," he commanded, and Michael exploded, his orgasm a fireworks display that made his whole body tremble. Seconds later, Alex followed, pumping into him, roaring with pleasure.
Exhausted, they sank together, Michael's head on Alex's broad chest. "That was… incredible," whispered Michael. Alex smiled, stroking through his hair. "And that's just the beginning. Chronivac, save that."
Alexa beeped softly: "Saved. Ready for more?"
The two laughed, their bodies still connected, the adrenaline of the transformation and passion pulsing in their veins. Michael's parents would never find out what happened here—or maybe they would, someday. But right now, only this mattered: Them, together, hotter than ever before.
