Kyle looked over at Tyler who had been farting his eyes around the room looking at the different guys on display. "Tyler, what are you thinking about?"
"Cock!" Tyler said before putting his hand over his mouth and blushing wi to embarrassment.
Kyle snickered. The poor man, well not man, the poor person before him was now obsessed with dick.
"Well, you lost but I feel like I have to give you a bit of a consolation prize. Let's see, when I say go, if you can get Michael to blow his load, I'll make you look manlier and fix up your genital problem."
Tyler nodded, a bit of drool coming out of his mouth as he laser-focused on Michael.
"I'll even give you a bit of help. You now have 30 more pounds of muscle." Tyler's frame bulged out, his abs went from a healthy four pack to a chilled six, his pecs broadened and his thighs and ass thickened up.
"Now that you're ready, convince Michael to blow his load. Go!" Kyle exclaimed with a dramatic thrust of his hand.
The receiver vaulted the five steps between himself and Michael and pushed him to the ground. He wasn't planning on doing this diplomatically. He wanted his cock back. Almost more than that, he wanted the former swimmer's cock before him. He barreled into Michael and used his expanded mass to lock Michael in place. Michael struggled back. But Tyler was faster and more determined. He ended up pinning Michael down, pressing down on his arms with his legs immobilizing the poor man and keeping him straddled in a forced 69 position with his empty crotch pressing down on the taller man's face.
Tyler got Michael's cock in his hands and began to work it. He put the large head in his mouth and began to work it as he massaged the shaft. Luckily for Tyler, Michael was still under the influence of Cain's aphrodisiac secretions and was soon leaking precum like a faucet. Gay or not, a mouth was a mouth and what Tyler lacked in experience, he made up for with desire and desperation. In what seemed like a short amount of time, Tyler felt his prize tense and then begin to shoot ropes and ropes of cum down his throat. It was an absolute torrent and as he coughed and pulled away, his face got splattered again.
"Winner!" Kyle said.
A muffled complaint of "Hey! You said you wouldn't make me do gay stuff!" came from Michael with his face still locked between Tyler's thighs.
"Don't worry, I'll fix all of that in due time. Now it's time for my first promise to Tyler." Kyle said, "From now on, your secondary sex characteristics will be completely enhanced, broader shoulders, deeper voice, more body hair, a full beard you're going to look every part of the manliest man."
Tyler felt the prickles as dark hair grew across his legs and chest, he felt his muscles shift and expand, his jaw which he was currently putting to work licking up the last of what Michael had shot expanded and squared out. He was a beast.
He said as much, his deepened voice rumbling out, "I'm a beast." Before standing up and releasing Michael.