Jason's fingers trembled as they splayed across the slick, sweat-glistened slabs of his boyfriend's massive pecs, the heat radiating off that transformed chest like a goddamn furnace. The special pill from the darkweb had done its filthy magic—turning his once-average twink into this towering, vein-popping muscle god with shoulders wide enough to block the dorm light and abs carved deep like fucking marble ridges. "Holy shit, babe... look at these tits on you now," Jason whispered, his voice thick with lust, palms grinding slow circles over the heavy, bouncing muscle mounds, thumbs flicking across those stiff, coin-sized nipples.
A deep, guttural groan ripped from the hunk's throat—"Nngh... fuck, Jay"—as his head tilted back, wavy hair tousled and damp, lips parting in raw pleasure. His big hands roamed down to grab Jason's soft, pudgy love handles, squeezing the plush flesh possessively while Jason pressed closer, belly mashing against those rock-hard abs. The red metallic shorts clung obscenely to the massive bulge throbbing between the hunk's tree-trunk thighs, the outline of his fat, veiny cock already leaking and straining the shiny fabric.
Jason's breath hitched, hot and ragged, as he slid his hands lower, tracing every sweaty groove of those obliques, feeling the power humming under the skin. "You were cute before, but now... Christ, this body is pure cock-wrecking sin. I can't stop touching you." He leaned in, nose brushing the salty valley between those pecs, inhaling the musky scent of pure alpha sweat mixed with whatever primal hormone storm the pill had unleashed. His tongue darted out, lapping a slow stripe up the cleft, tasting the tang. Slurp... mmmph.
The hunk's massive arms wrapped around Jason's back, pulling him flush, their bodies grinding in that tight dorm room air thick with lust. "Yeah? You like your new fucktoy, huh? This chest... these arms... all yours to worship, nerd," he growled low, voice vibrating through his chest into Jason's palms. His hips rolled forward, that fat bulge in the red shorts dragging heavy against Jason's softer middle, the friction making wet schlick sounds as precum soaked through. Jason moaned openly, a needy "Ahhh... fuck yes," his own chubby cock tenting his white sweats, rubbing desperately against the hunk's thigh.
Fingers dug deeper into the muscle god's chest, kneading the heavy pec meat like dough, watching it bounce and flex under his greedy touch. The hunk's eyes fluttered half-closed, a long, shuddering sigh escaping—"Haaah... shit, squeeze 'em harder, Jason"—as Jason obeyed, pinching those sensitive nips until they stood out like eraser tips, red and begging. Their faces hovered inches apart now, breaths mingling hot and heavy, the hunk's strong jaw brushing Jason's cheek as he nuzzled down, lips ghosting over the nerd's ear. "That pill turned me into your personal muscle bull... feel how hard I am for you? This dick's been aching since it grew three inches thicker."
Jason whimpered, hands sliding around to grip the hunk's narrow waist, then lower to palm the firm, rounded ass cheeks spilling out the bottom of those tiny red shorts. He squeezed the dense globes, pulling them apart slightly, imagining the tight, hungry hole hidden between. "Mmmph... god, your ass is so fucking thick now too. I wanna bury my face in it later, tongue-fuck you till you squirt." Their foreheads pressed together, sweaty skin slipping, as the hunk captured Jason's mouth in a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss—tongues wrestling wet and vulgar, slurp-gluck echoes filling the room while hands roamed everywhere.
The hunk broke the kiss with a gasp, strings of spit connecting their lips, and tilted his head back again as Jason attacked his neck, sucking hard marks into the thick cords of muscle. "Fuuuuck... keep going, babe. Own this body." Jason's palms returned to those glorious pecs, rubbing faster, feeling the heartbeat thunder underneath, the way the muscles twitched and jumped at every filthy touch. His chubby belly jiggled against the washboard abs with each grind, their cocks humping in rhythm now—slow, deliberate, building that aching pressure. Moans spilled freely: the hunk's deep "Unhh... yeah," mixing with Jason's higher-pitched whines.
Time stretched in that heated embrace, bodies rocking together in the dim lamplight, posters of ripped athletes watching their real-life fantasy unfold. Jason's fingers traced every new vein, every swollen curve the pill had gifted, worshipping without hurry. The hunk's hands kneaded Jason's back fat, encouraging every exploratory grope. "More... don't stop touching me," the muscle god breathed, voice husky and broken with need, as another slow grind sent sparks up both their spines. Huff... groan... slap of skin on skin filled the air, their slow-burn lust coiling tighter, endless and insatiable in the stuffy dorm.
Jason's mouth found a nipple again, sucking with wet pop sounds, tongue swirling while his hand pumped the other pec like he was milking it. The hunk arched, a long "Aaaahhh fuck!" tearing out, hips bucking harder. Their eyes locked in hazy lust, bodies pressed so close no space remained, the transformation's gift turning every second into pure, vulgar heaven. Jason whispered filthy praises between licks—"This chest could smother me and I'd die happy"—as hands kept exploring, squeezing, owning every inch of that hunky form.
The night was young, their bodies just getting started...
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