It had been a long day, full of horny bodybuilders rubbing up against their stone muscles, but finally it was sunset and Steve and Ben were flesh and blood again. Traumatized though they were, they couldn't help but immediately start stroking their own massive rods with both hands the minute they were free of their granite prison.
After an hour or more of this, Steve finally stopped himself. "Dude, Ben," he said weakly, we've gotta find a way out of this. I can't just be a horny gay bodybuilder forever," he added, shuddering as his eyes ran up and down his friend's bulging physique. Ben nodded his agreement as he finished his masturbation session and closed his eyes in orgasmic resignation. "We need to find Mike! He got out of this somehow," he said referring to the other bully that Ty had let go free. "He's probably back at the apartment."
Carefully, the bodybuilder bullies tucked their freakishly large dicks into their speedos--which by this point had basically been stretched into tight thongs--and began waddling down the street to their home, trying to get the hang of moving around with huge muscles constricting their movement. Though Ty had made it so nobody thought the sight of two enormous bodybuilders prancing down a public street in speedos at sunset was odd, Steve and Ben still felt humiliated and exposed, especially as lascivious gay men passed them by, staring and even running an admiring hand over the bullies' chests and asses. "I really hope Mike's figured out a way to help us," moaned Steve as his speedo-clad penis slapped against his thighs over and over again.
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"Fuck, I can't figure out what to do, looking like this!" shouted Mike in frustration, as he moved around his apartment. Ty had given him a set of clothes to wear--"the kind of clothes a slutty gay beach freak would wear" muttered Mike angrily to himself--but it was tough adjusting to life as a gay bodybuilder. It took all of Mike's cleverness to ease himself into the front door of his house, considering his now-unnaturally broad shoulders and wide back, and now that he was inside he wasn't faring much better.
First he had tried to put on some of his old clothes, only to yell in pain and annoyance as garment after garment snapped or ripped to shreds over his bulky frame. Frustrated, he tried to lie down and take a nap, but he could barely fall asleep--when he lay on his back, his huge bubble butt and thick back muscles left his head elevated inches above the pillow, almost like a turtle on its back. His huge, V-shaped lats made it impossible to lie on his side, and if he lay on his front he found his dick pressing tightly against his abs, making him horny all over again.
Finally Mike had gotten up, and had managed to fit himself into a pair of his fat uncle's old XXXL sweatpants--which turned out to be skintight on Mike's tree trunk legs--and a ratty old wifebeater he found on the sidewalk, which had to be XXXL also but strained and tore significantly over Mike's mountainous pecs and stopped just short of his navel. This was the state Steve and Ben found Mike in as they finally got home.
"Oh man, you guys are ok!" Mike said with relief. "Yeah, not exactly," answered Ben, "That freak Ty turned us into statues all day, and if we don't figure out a solution fast we'll end up right back there at dawn!" Mike frowned. "There has to be a way..." he said desperately.