Neil held out briefly. He bravely steeled himself against the temptations that Brock and Lester were offering him, trying to ask more questions. But neither of the two musclemen had noticed anything awry. And their answers slowly shifted, away from expressing their ignorance of the changes that had occurred and toward more salacious replies.
"You sure you haven't noticed how much more, uh, open everyone here is? To showing affection and attraction? To other men?" Neil asked.
"Sure have," Lucas purred in reply, "The way you're stroking my dick right now is better than any chick ever could... If you don't give Brock the fucking he needs, I may have to do it. Unless your ass is on the menu, that is."
"What about everyone's sudden changes? My gains? Max losing all that weight and getting more muscular? Heck, even Bradley looks bigger and better than before!"
"Bradley always looks good..." Brock growled, "And you look as good as him! You better believe I've noticed what a hot number you turned into, Neil. And that cock... fuck, I need to have it in me!"
Brock turned and bent over next to Neil, facing the bench that the young man sat on. The bigger, older-looking man reached back and gripped his huge glutes. "Come on, Neil, you've got to help me out, here! I've been dying to get your dick in me since Sandra started talking about her night with you!"
Neil looked over at the big man. The sight of Brock's hulking body, bent over in such a position, ass thrust high and out, begging for cock... how could Neil refuse? He stood up and walked behind Brock. The larger man began panting with excitement. He put his hands on the bench to steady himself, then looked back with a grin. "Oh yeah, Neil, fuck me, stud... fuck me!"
Neil stepped up close and began to slowly massage Brock's big glutes. They were thick and rounded, jutting out, yet they were also quite firm, striations appearing as Brock tensed with excitement. "Aww fuck, bro," Neil panted, "Shove your dick in there! Fuck me raw!"
Neil looked over at Lucas, who was grinning, stroking his own cock slowly, nodding in agreement. Neil gripped Brock's big ass firmly, then slowly pushed inside. Remembering his lesson with Bradley, Neil eased in gently. Brock's hole was tighter than Sandra had been, and the muscle that surrounded it was quivering with excitement. Suddenly those boulders of muscle flexed, mashing Neil's dick between them. He gasped, feeling the huge glutes trap his cock and squeeze with considerable force.
"Don't pussyfoot around, bro!" Brock demanded, "I want to be really fucked! By a man! Hard!"
"You asked for it," Neil growled in warning. But Brock just grinned and relaxed his powerful ass. Neil shoved his big cock in the rest of the way, going as far as he could; Brock let out a shuddering moan of pleasure in response. Neil moved his hips back and forth, slowly at first. But that produced a whimper of need from Brock--a sound that Neil hadn't realized that the big man could make. Neil obliged, slamming forward harder, faster, jackhammering the big man's ass with his considerable strength, slamming into those powerful glutes over and over again.
Brock howled with pleasure, his broad back tensing up, mountain ranges of muscle rising under the skin. But Neil noticed something else. The bare spot on the back of Brock's head, carefully concealed with hair, was expanding, forming an unmistakable bald spot. The big man's body was becoming heavier, the muscle thickening, more years of 'roid-fueled training adding additional mass. The pleasure that Brock and Neil were feeling increased.
"Are- are you seeing this?" Neil panted, looking over at Lucas.
The well-tanned, blue-eyed bodybuilder grinned back. "You bet I am! Fuckin' hot, watching you fuck that big ol' muscle ass!" He slowly stroked his own erect cock.
Clearly, Lucas did not see what Neil did. But before the muscled nerd could say more, Brock began to speak. "Come on, Neil," he growled, "Don't hold back. Fuck me deeper! Like you did before!" It took a moment for Neil to figure out what the big man was talking about: since Brock's glutes had gotten bigger, Neil's cock didn't reach as far as it did before. He considered explaining this, but then he felt his dick tingle and grow. Brock gasped in pleasure and Neil lost himself in the fucking that followed, vigorously ramming his huge dick into Brock over and over until finally the big man came, spewing his seed all over the floor. Neil lasted a minute longer, then blasted his own load of cum into Brock, grunting and growling as he unloaded. Brock's glutes flexed around him, squeezing his spasming rod, coaxing every last drop of cum out of it.
"My turn," Lucas smirked as Neil pulled himself out of Brock's powerful ass. Before Neil could recover from the amazing orgasm Brock had given him, Lucas was maneuvering Neil back toward the table. "Lie down, face up," Lucas commanded, "I want to see your face when I fuck you..." The table creaked as Neil's muscle-heavy body rested on it, but the table was sturdy and it held. Neil looked down his body, amazed at how big his still-erect dick looked. Before he could reach down to measure with his hands, Lucas stepped in and grabbed Neil's powerful legs, pulling them apart, moving himself between them. He reached down and adjusted Neil's body so that his ass was over the edge of the table. Lucas lined up his hard cock with Neil's hole and slowly pushed in, a look of bliss on his face as he slid his rod home.
Any exploration of his larger manhood was put on hold as Neil lay back and let Lucas have his way with him. Still aglow with satisfaction from sex with Brock, getting his hole worked over by Lucas was pleasure atop pleasure. He watched Lucas closely, admiring the other man's well-sculpted muscles in action. Then Lucas changed. His skin became a shade darker, too dark to just be a tan. His shoulders broadened a bit and every perfect muscle became a little bigger, keeping and enhancing their aesthetic proportions. But Lucas' eyes remained blue and his facial features were the same as always.
Neil looked over at Brock, to see if the big man had noticed the change in Lucas. But it was obvious that Brock wasn't paying attention; the big man was sprawled across one of the benches, his cock still fully erect, his 'roid-shrunken balls tight below it, his hands roaming his own huge pecs in a bit of self-worship.
Lucas' roar of ecstasy brought Neil's attention back where it belonged: on the brown-skinned, blue-eyed musclegod who was balls deep inside him, filling Neil's ass with a hearty load of spunk. The pair remained in place for a time while Lucas' cock pumped out the last bits of his seed. Finally Lucas pulled out and stepped back, sitting heavily on the bench next to Brock, seemingly exhausted.
Neil sat up, then got off of the table. He hadn't been able to get much out of Brock and Lucas, but that in itself had been revealing. Clearly they were unaware of the changes that had been going on, even when they were obvious to Neil. Somehow, the two jocks just accepted everything. But they had eyes; surely they had been able to see the changes. Something must be preventing them from realizing what was happening! He was going to have to file that bit of information away.