The bullies stood and stared in shock for a moment. Every time they tried to move they felt their cocks twitch and get a little harder and the stretchy material of their speedos constricting on them. Their hearts pounded and they felt as if they were constantly on the edge of a seismic orgasm.
"Wha--whaa--" one of the bullies stuttered, "What did you do to us?!" They looked around at each other. They looked like identical triplet bodybuilders, their perfectly shaped and gigantic pecs and biceps glistening in the noon sun, their waists looking ridiculous slender between their tree-trunk legs and barrel chests. Only moments before they had been your typical lanky college students, with shaggy hair and pale skin. Now they were tan and insanely muscle-bound, with square jaws and crewcuts, and every glimpse they had of one another made them grow even harder.
"Wow, that was really cool Ty!" Kent said. "What else can you do?" "No, no more, please!" cried the second bully, twitching nervously, trying desperately to resist the horniness he felt every time he caught a glimpse of one of his friends, or even simply felt his watermelon sized biceps graze his flaring lats. His speedo felt as if it were made of iron now.
"Hmm," thought Ty, "well I guess I could be generous and give these guys a little bit of relief." The bullies feared the worst, knowing if they came they might black out from the force produced by the gallons of cum hanging heavy in their canteloupe-sized balls as it shot through their dicks. But suddenly they felt just a little less tense, as if their horniness had subsided the smallest bit. As they began to breath easier, each bully noticed he was getting very sweaty.
"Oh, cool, Ty!" said Kent. "Huh? What do you mean, what's happening?" said the first bully. They looked at each other in confusion, then saw something very strange: some sort of liquid was seeping from their protruding nipples. "What the-" said bully number three, as he painstakingly moved a barely-flexible arm to touch his chest. He smelled the substance. "Oh fuck!" he yelled, "we're dripping cum from our pecs!" A look of horror washed over the bullies' faces as they realized they weren't exactly sweating. Indeed, they began noticing the pervasive, astringent smell of cum filling the air around them, as they felt the sticky substance drip from their nipples, navel, and pores--and soon their chest, abdomens, armpits and foreheads were coated in a thin sheen of semen. "Oh God," they all moaned, as they entered a vicious cycle--the cool dampness of the cum on their bodies made them hornier, which in turn made their bodies release more cum.
"Okay, it's up to you" said Ty, as the humiliated bullies moaned and felt themselves up. "What should we do with them next?"
"Let's have a pose off!" cried Kent, clapping his hands together. Ty smiled and made a wish. Suddenly, against their will, the bullies felt themselves beginning to flex their massive muscles. "Let's see who's got the best form" Ty chuckled, as the bullies moved from pose to pose--a side chest, a most muscular, a double biceps pose. As a crowd began to gather on the beach, the bullies found themselves unable to stop, and simply kept grinning and displaying their musculature--and, much to their horror, found that they were getting very turned on by showing off their vast forms to the gathered onlookers.