As Colin morphed into Ced, Rob began to change as well.
His torso expanded as he shot up past 6' to end up towering over his two friends. Being lanky already, he looked like a pole until mass
began pouring into his frame.
Unlike Ced, who changed part by part, Rob was growing all over at once. His mind couldn't keep up with the changes, as they were
happening so fast. It was as if he were being blown up like a balloon - except this wasn't air, it was pure muscle.
When he was finished inflating, Rob had 24" guns, a chest so large and round he couldn't see over it, lats that pushed his arms to a 45
degree angle from his carved 8-pack, and legs that were bowed due to the sheer size of his thighs. His traps had completely obscured
his neck, and his jaw had widened considerably, giving him the look of someone who had abused growth hormone for years.
Beneath the pecs, so large the nipples pointed downward, almost disappearing in the cleft below the muscle, a bulging 8-pack extended
from his body, another sign of years of hormone abuse.
Rob looked down at himself. His muscles were so big, he found it hard to move, which excited and aroused him. He really didn't want to
be so big. This was just too much. He wanted to go back to his old self. He began feeling his gut with his large, calloused hand, tracing
the distended bricks of his abs, when the next wave of changes began.
Like B and Ced, Rob was destined to be bald. The back of his skull remained straighter than his African brothers, giving him a few skin
rolls at the back of his neck, adding to his tough look. His lips puffed out much further than the other two, actually entering the bottom
of his field of vision. As his nose got impossibly wide and flat to match his wide jaw, a thin, stylish black gotee began to grow in. His
forehead became more pronounced as his eyes became deep and hooded. He had the face of a real tough thug, but it looked odd with
his pink skin.
That remedied itself as the last two physical changes took place. At once, his skin turned midnight black. Way beyond his two friends,
Rob was so dark he almost shimmered like polished ebony. Immediately, his member grew and thickened to match his Herculean body.
As his balls grew, he knew he'd give Ced a run for his money for the title of porn king. Rob reached down to grab his new shaft when,
like the others a dark green posing suit formed around his junk, altered to encase his large endowment. Just like Ced, the sensation
almost brought him to climax on the spot.
As Rob was moving around awkwardly, not able to get used to his new impossible size, and thinking how disgusting these big muscles
were, the mental changes kicked in. Roderick, as he now would be known, was a powerlifter that dabbled in bodybuilding when his
brothers Ced and B could convince him to. Knowledge of both sports poured into his head, displacing his old interests. Like Ced, he
knew he used to be a skinny white kid, but now all he could think about was attacking the weights to build himself up bigger and bigger.
He was obsessed with size, and nothing was going to get in his way of being the biggest motherfucker on the planet. The part of Rod
that was Rob was a little scared at his new aggression, but he found it a bit erotic too, and he had no more choice than the others
about it. His final change hit, as he was inducted into the African Brotherhood and suddenly felt the familial connection with the other
two huge black bodybuilders next to him.
The man that had been Rob was a muscle bull. A bodybuilder obsessed with size and strength that pushed him beyond aesthetics into
the world of the freakish. He was a year or two older than the others, and the change had dropped his IQ a bit. He wasn't dumb, but he
wouldn't be doing science projects in his spare time anymore. He turned around and saw his two workout partners in a posedown, and
ran as well as his bulk would allow to join them.
"Yo," an impossibly deep voice rumbled from deep inside Rod, "you two ain't nuttin' but shrimps compared ta me! That ain't muscle, dis
is!" he said as he hit a double-bi, grinning wide, loving how big and thick his muscles were.
With that, the three huge black bodybuilders that not long ago were skinny white high school boys, looked at each other and flexed a
most muscular, growling at each other. The three then laughed and briefly embraced.
"Ya know," B said breaking the silence, "we need ta go workout, and I think I'll take the portable emitter wit us. Never know who we'll
run into at da gym that'll need 'inducting'!"
All three laughed and ran to get their gym bags. Where there had been three bookbags stashed in the corner, there were now three
gym bags, fully loaded for their bodybuilder owners. The men grabbed them up and headed for the gym, ready to pound the weights.