"A second bouncer might be a good idea..." Jarah said after a moment. "Although I'm sure I could handle any trouble myself..." he bounced his big pecs under the tight tank top "...backup is always welcome." Jarah grinned.
Abdul couldn't help but agree. And deep down, the thought of transforming chubby little Adam was exciting. "Excellent idea, Jarah. A bouncer Adam will be. Or should I call him Ali?"
Adam quivered for a moment as Abdul entered the new specifications in. And then slowly began to change.
Adam's frame slowly stretched and swelled, becoming taller, broader, thicker. He groaned softly, his voice becoming deeper, more resonant, more powerful, as his chest expanded. His muscles suddenly seemed to ripple, then began to swell, slowly at first, then faster. Getting bigger and more powerful. Crowding against one another as he turned into a six and a half foot tall, 380 pound bronzed Egyptian muscle brute, packing a good foot of meat between his huge thighs. Jeans appeared, wrapping themselves around his huge legs in a way that left no doubt as to the size of his monstrous thighs or even his powerful calves. His powerful glutes and impressive crotch were likewise impossible to hide. Higher, a black tee shirt with the club's logo appeared, stretched across Ali's giant pecs. The sleeves looked like they were about to tear off of his enormous arms and shoulders, but somehow they held fast. To complete the look, Ali's dark hair was closely cropped, and a goatee appeared on his strong chin.
Abdul looked at his creation, and his cock got even harder. Ali was even bigger and hotter than Jarah. Abdul grinned, and Ali grinned back, as he slowly raised one big arm and flexed, his huge bicep rising impressively, stretching the fabric of the sleeve until it was so thin it was about to burst.