Jullian felt he had nothing else he could do. He fingered, if there was any sport he was interested in, it was boxing. Just how it looked, the power and adrenaline of it all. He’d never play it, but it was an interest at least.
The masseur giggled with excitements as she rubbed some oil between her hands, and began massaging Julians legs. His joints and muscles popped, sending a pleasant wave of sensations over his body . His calves and leg muscles slowly bulged out, developing as if they had received the care of years of athletics and training. Likewise, thick brown hair began sprouting all over his legs! This tingle send more vibrations through Julian body. Powerful sensations which both Hercules and Derrick seemed to notice. The laugh, proudly watching a new member of the family awaken into their potential. With her steady hand, his thighs developed into thick moulds of muscle. Perfect for a good solid kick, even if that wasn’t in the rules.
The Masseur squirted some more oil in her hand, which stank of sweat and corse sand, and began to run her fingers down Julian’s smooth hairless torso. He let out a deep groaned and tensed up as his abdominal muscles started heating up. His body began to sweat profusely, Jillian grimacing from the funk of sweat, expertise and hot summer days. She focused her fingers on both his pecs, which enflamed with strength. They inflated, slowly at first from around the nipple, before expanding into thick and powerfully large pecs. This was the chest of a sturdy boxer. His chest was layered in oils now, but that did not stop the Masseur. She poured more of the salty stuff over and through Julian’s body. Her fingers ran down his waist, which gurgled under her sturdy touch. Emerging into your waist was a solid six pack, which was wide and emanating with strength. Julian let out a cry, each change sending more and more powerful waves of pleasant sensations
A treasure trial of spruce, yet thick and dark hairs tickled form from under Julian’s belly button, joining his pubic hair, which hard thickened, darker and spread all around his groin.
The masseur focused her attention to what she considered the greatest of any boxier. She dug into Jillian’s arms, who doom felt the burn, and delight, of a million pushups. It burned, but it felt good. He cracked a smile, his mind too lost in the continuous pleasures warping his body. Veins crawled down them, and a few stray brown hairs sprouted there, too. By the time it was finished, Julian had massive arms, with a pair of strong, large hands and a pair of solid shoulders.
The Masseur began to massage Julian’s head. His face became one of youthful glory. A fresh and youthful face set with hazel eyes. He moulded over his jaw, improving it to be a little more solid. This face, the masseur decided, won’t be able to grow a propped beard, or really any real facial hair, but that would be the charm.
Her soft hands began to softly stroke his cock, the oil’s magic forcing it to vibrate. He moaned at the sensation, his cock beginning to heat up. It slowly grew thicket, fatter, longer in her hands. Veins shot down the length as it squirmed like a snake. His cock was hard as a steel pipe in her careful hands.
Jullian bucked his pelvis forward into the a air his new cock shoot out a thick rope of cum. It shot out and splattered against his solid chest. The sensations squirmed around him as he again revealed a larger wave of cum. His body heaved with sweat. He was painting now, but his body did not realise. He felt one last sensation inside his inflated crotch. Without evening meaning to, Julian’s pelvises rocketed into the air, jetting a cups load.
Juliian sighed, his body now heavy with exhaustion. He ran his hands down his new chest, and around his thigh with this other hand. He was coated in a mix of cum, oil and sweat.
His true father, Hercules, and his brother Derrick, couldn’t be more proud.