The Iron Stable

---

Supplements - Kyle Reynolds

It was a clear and starry night over the college town of Bluefield.

The campus and surrounding area was abuzz with excitement. Nearly the entire town had come out to watch what promised to be an exciting football grudge match between Navren College and their embittered rivals of _Maple Sea_Tech. Fans and enthusiasts had come from miles around, dressed in their team's colours as they cheered the players on to victory.

The field had been freshly cut and the grass laid for just such an occasion. The white goal lines shone brightly with the blinding light of the stadium lights looming overhead. Throughout the whole game both teams played with a deep desire to win, crashing into each other with a force that would leave lesser men broken. The ball was thrown about like a massive missile, painting a target on whomever had it and almost certainly dooming them to be rushed by burly and heavily padded players. But such passions could only be sustained for so long. As the clock ticked down, the players began to lose their edge. The adrenaline began to wear off and each side showed signs of wavering. But their will did not give in, not even when the final whistle rang out.

"Ladies and Gentlemen! Your winners for tonight's game...THE NAVREN SAINTS!!!"

As the announcer cried out the victor, the entire crowd went silent. No one had predicted that _Navren_would come out on top over their rivals at a score of 12 - 9. But as the shock wore off, the stadium exploded into cheering on the home-team side.

It was a major upset for all the people who had come so far to cheer on Maple Sea, but with the amount of cheering that the home team fans were giving, their displeasure was quickly drowned out. With such a hard-won victory over their rivals, school pride surged and the locals were quick to show their support. Not even a few seconds after the game had finished, there were already Navren fans racing out into the streets, shouting and cheering before heading to the nearest bar for a victory drink. But once the closing ceremonies had finished, the stadium quickly began to empty into the streets and head toward the town's bars and restaurants. Soon main-street had turned into an excited mob of activity, with fans flooding the streets.

Kyle Reynolds along with his two friends and co-workers, Frank and George, stood out as they walked amongst this crowd, surrounded in the sea of the black and gold school colours of Navren.

Although they had all been to the game and watched it with the same enthusiasm as the rest of the crowd, they had not dressed in the same school colours as the rest. Wearing only sets of tightly-fitting gym clothes plastered with the symbol of the local gym. Each man walked with a confident step as their collective bulk took up most of the sidewalk. Most seemed to shy away from them as they walked, feeling too intimidated as they looked up towards even one of the muscular men.

"Man, I can't believe it. We destroyed Maple! What happened to their defence? I mean Yearling just PLOWED through them." Frank said as he grabbed hold of the water bottle strapped to his waist and took a sip.

"I heard that after they lost their QB to South Farm things started falling apart for them. Coach Tyrell tried to make up for the loss but he just made some bad replacements. They couldn't find a good enough recruit to fill the spot and the other players couldn't fill his shoes. By the time the game came they couldn't adapt to the change and couldn't form a good defence. Give them a year or two to recover and find a new QB and I'm sure they will get back on it." George responded with a shrug of his massive shoulders.

"Still gotta give the kids credit though. They may have been beat bad, but they had a good hustle out there." Kyle said with a chuckle before giving George a playful slap on the back.

George laughed and instinctively flexed his rear traps, Kyles hand almost being consumed by the massive wall of muscle. Being the biggest out of the group always made him the target for their "Alpha Dog" status, but George would always laugh and shake it off.

George was a large man with a bald head that glinted under the light of the passing street lamps. With such size came an intimidating presence to most on-lookers, but the massive man always seemed to be sporting a wide grin that relived most nervous souls. Still, many had a good reason to fear the man. With a chest like a tank, his broad torso often threatened to push even the other two trainers out into the streets or into the nearest wall. In fact, between his fellow trainers and perhaps even the entire town, George was undoubtedly the largest. Standing at a titanic seven feet tall he had with two gorilla-like arms with hands that looked as if he could crush a man's skull like a tomato. But to those who knew him, he was a loveable giant at heart that wouldn't harm a fly

To the massive man's left walked Frank. Now walking next to a man like George would make any man seem puny, but adding Kyle to the mix only made Frank seem even smaller. Indeed, he was the smallest out of the group, but to the normal man he was still leagues above the rest of the crowd. While out in public, Frank always stood out with his incredibly handsome features and with shining blue eyes that perfectly framed his perfectly toned body. With his sandy blonde hair, he would often be mistaken for a movie star. Or a stripper...

Being the youngest of the three as well, Frank obviously had a much more youthful appearance, especially when he was seen with the gruff and bear-like George. Plus, Frank just seemed to radiate a cheerful attitude that had people flock to him. It was why he was such a popular trainer, much to the annoyance of Frank and George.

Frank's specialty was in cardio and endurance training, a popular draw for clients looking to shed some pounds. Because of this, he always prided himself on keeping as little fat on his body as possible. He may not have the same size as the other two trainers, but every muscle he had was perfectly defined under his skin.

Such a mindset had from his training as an Olympic class swimmer. On any day he could swim and run circles around the other two trainers without breaking a sweat.

Finally, to George's right was Kyle. Kyle was the owner of the Pump-It Gym and was nearly always "advertising" the gym through his powerful build to anyone who saw him. Even on his days off he was rarely never seen wearing anything other than a tank-top emblazoned with the Pump-It Gym logo and a pair of shorts.

Having gone to _Navren_himself and being both the owner and personal trainer of such a large gym, he often said that he needed to have a good image around town and maintain a bodybuilders build. It would keep his image strong and continue to attract customers and keep them coming back. Unfortunately, though, Kyle was a proud if somewhat cocky man. After five years of operation there were plenty of other clothes that the gym had to offer, but Kyle would always choose the tank-tops with the smallest straps and wear only the shortest shorts. To his co-workers, his ego was a little grating at times. But for long time employees like George and Frank, they knew that their boss got off from having people admire his impressive bod. So, they would humour him while he was showboating for "business promotion".

"So, how are things out on the farm?" Frank suddenly piped in as he gave Kyle a pat on the back.

"Things are going great man. I've got a few offers on Mitch for breeding and Lucas is still recovering from his surgery. The others are just being as ornery as ever, but I'll get them rangled soon enough." Kyle responded as they reached the bar.

Kyle then stood forward, politely opening the door for his two friends, all while stretching his arm down the door, giving anyone inside a clear view of his thick, chorded muscles.

"Always a farm boy eh boss?" George chimed in as he ducked underneath the door frame and stepped inside.

Kyle rolled his eyes and let Frank in before he followed. As they stepped inside the three trainers saw that the bar was just starting to get crowded. There were plenty of locals watching re-runs of the game all over the bar, while out-of-towners were nursing their loss with a cold drink.

Luckily a booth had been recently emptied before the crowds hit and Kyle had a little pull here. Soon then the three of them were squeezing their massive frames into the cushioned seats while their waiter went off to grab their menus.

George was always first. With his sheer size, he would take up what would have probably been two seats for a normal person. Taking up centre while Frank and Kyle would take up the wings, George made the wooden frame of the booth groan underneath his weight as he sat down.

George, Unlike the other two, did keep a fair amount of fat on him and wasn't nearly as toned as Frank or Kyle. Having been a power lifter in his youth, his training had all been about building up strength to its extremes. Weight loss and cutting was not high on his priority's; meaning he often kept a modest layer of fat on him that hid the massive slabs of muscle that dwelled underneath.

"So, how much longer do you think until you can expand on the property and maybe get a ranch hand or two? Keeping track of the business and running that side-job must really be exhausting." Frank asked as he took his seat next to George and started looking around the room.

"Well, numbers at the gym are a little low this quarter. So, I don't really have enough saved away to afford the acre next to mine. All I got going for me right now is the farm and the gym though so it's not anything I can't handle. Plus, how else do you think I can keep these baby's in shape?" Kyle ended with a smirk as he propped himself onto the seat with one knee and stretched his right arm across the table, giving the thick slab a flex that made his biceps swell.

Kyle let out a cocky grunt as he repeated the same movement with the other arm, putting on a show for not only his co-workers, but for anyone in the bar that might have been watching.

After watching Kyle switch between arms over and over again, Frank eventually gave in and rose to the challenge with a grin. Stepping out of the booth, he stood a few inches from Kyle and gave him a challenging glare.

"You know, some girls don't like it when a guy has too much muscle on him old man. They prefer someone more compact and streamlined." Frank said as he sensually brushed his hands down his stomach, grabbing hold of his shirt as they reached the rim and pulling it up to expose his tight abdominals.

Kyle grinned and made his next move. Bringing his arms up high, he struck an impressive double bicep pose that made his arms pop and grow. Frank quickly retaliated with a side-chest pose that stretched the fabric of his shirt and gave any on-lookers a clear view of the outline his powerful build.

At was at that moment that the two began a fully-fledged "Beef Off" as they liked to call it. Striking pose after pose, women cheered and men hooted as they watched the two try to out-do each other. Snapshots soon began flashing through the bar as the men pulled their shirts over their heads, giving the bar a fill view of both of their powerful and well-formed upper body's. Eventually the contest devolved into a "dance off" where the two flexed their pectoral muscles to see who could make their chest "dance" the best.

But soon the bar manager started to take notice and signalled them to knock it off. Not wanting to offend the two shared a laugh and gave each other a firm handshake as a sign of a truce before putting on their shirts and sitting back down.

"You two are something else" George responded with a deep chuckle as the cheering from the crowd started to die down.

Suddenly then, the big man sat down his menu and held out his massive hand.

"Everyone knows the best test of strength is to arm wrestle..." He said with a sinister grin.

Kyle and Frank looked at each other and their faces went pale.

"No thanks!" they said in unison.

George let out deep laugh and gave Kyle a pat on the shoulder before returning to his menu. Kyle and Frank then did the same, picking out any specials or deals the bar was having at the time while chatting about clients.

Eventually a waiter approached, but his hands were not empty. In one hand he held a tray with small three glasses filled with a deep brown liquid.

"Gentlemen, courtesy of the man at the end of the bar. Our house special." Said the waiter before setting the tray down in front of them and walking away.

George was the first to react as he grinned and reached towards the free drinks. Kyle however was quick to respond and quickly placed a hand over the cup that the massive man was grabbing for.

"No, I am not dragging your drunken ass out of bar again." Kyle said as he lifted the glass and brought it towards the other two.

"Awww..." George muttered before going back to his menu.

"Who's our admirer?" Frank asked as he took a glass and swirled the liquid inside.

Kyle peered towards the bar and looked down towards the end of the wooden slab. Sitting on a stool was an effeminate looking man in his late 30's. He had his eyes opened wide with his lips puffed out as he ogled the three of them shamelessly. Once his and Kyles eyes met, the man licked his lips in some feeble attempt to look seductive before raising a glass of what must have been the same drink before setting it back down.

Kyle felt his skin crawl. Any desire to try out the fancy new drink was immediately thrown out the window. Creeps like this were always the ones that wanted to touch and fondle his arms and sneak in a grope if they could manage it. Normally he wouldn't mind getting to have someone feel him up, but guys like this were always too flirty for his taste. It was a shame that he would have to miss on some quality booze, but taking a sip was practically an invitation to invite him over to talk.

"I...think I'll pass." Kyle said with a frown as he pushed the drink forward.

Frank however held no reservations towards the creep and took a quick sip of the liquid, his body practically shaking as the powerful alcohol hit his tongue.

"Whoa! Damn that's good stuff!" Frank said as he licked his lips and smiled towards the man who had bought them.

Frank gestured for the man to come over to him and Kyle felt the sudden urge to make an excuse to go to the bathroom. But that excuse seemed to come to him as a sudden buzzing in his pocket caught his attention.

Just as the lecherous man began to approach, Kyle reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. Across the screen was a text massage from his neighbour. The font was in all caps, common with Mr Lye, but judging by what he had wrote, there was actual cause for alarm this time.

BIG ASS BALL OF FIRE JUST WENT FLYING OVER MY FIELDS AND LANDED ON YOUR PROPERTY. HORSES SCARED SHITLESS AND RUNNING ALL OVER. GET HERE NOW!!!

"Fuck!!!" Kyle swore as he got up from the booth.

"Wut happened?" George asked as his massive hand started drifting towards the two lonely glasses again.

"Something happened back at the farm. Neighbour said something about a ball of fire and my horses getting out." Kyle said as he began fishing into his pocket for his keys.

"Need any help?" Frank asked with his right arm already in a flexing pose, the creep running his fingers over every inch of his muscular bicep as he cooed in admiration.

"Can't wait, gotta get going now. Fires might have started." Kyle said as he went charging out the door back out onto the streets

Kyle knew that with his size and the speed he was going, people would give him a wide berth. One of the many advantages of his workout routine.

He managed to make it back to the gym and into the parking lot with a decent time and jumped into his dirt-covered pickup truck with little pause. Jamming the key into the ignition, he looked out onto the streets and prayed to his lucky stars that he would have a home by the time he got there. With so many people out and about on the sidewalks, the roads were busy and there were cops around directing traffic. Hopefully that would mean that he could get out of the city without having to worry about drunks slowing him down or doing anything too dangerous.

The heavy metal utility truck quickly roared to life and Kyle sped out of the parking lot. Getting onto the main road; he had to suffer through a few traffic lights and long crossings for pedestrians. Soon enough though he made it to the intersection that lead out of town.

Outside of Bluefield was empty and flat. The college was the main draw for businesses and students, which meant that the outlying area had yet to be developed from its natural farmland. That meant that the roads were mostly empty and you could spot a traffic cop from a mile away. Thankfully there weren't any on patrol that night, likely due to the game. This meant Kyle could push past the speed limit nearly the entire way back home.

With his foot on the pedal nearly the whole way, Kyle panicked as he worried for the wellbeing of his horses and home. Within about a half hour, Kyle finally made it to the dirt road that lead to his property and sped along the winding path towards his two-bedroom house.

Having been raised on a farm as a kid, a place like this was the only area he could truly relax and unwind after a long day at work. Whenever he was forced to work late nights at the gym he would be constantly haunted by the painful memories of his studies back at Navren. He had lived in town during his studies in Business Management and Personal Training. For five long years he spent countless long nights listening to any number of loud noises all throughout the day and night. It was what always made him yearn for the peace and quiet of the country.

As his gate came into view, a brief memory of how relieved he was when he was finally able to afford this place flashed through his mind. With a home and stable all to his own, he had his own little escape from the hustle and bustle of the big city. Still, there were some draw backs to living this far away from the city and his business. Situations like this being one of them.

As he pulled up to his gate, Kyle could see an orange glow coming from inside his stables. There were several of his horses scattered across the pasture and his driveway, all of them looking panicked and nervous. Kyle did a quick head-count and was relieved to find that all of his horses seemed to be accounted for. He was also relieved to see that whatever had hit his stable hadn't started off a massive blaze...yet.

"Hopefully the damage isn't too bad..." He muttered to himself as he pulled in to the driveway.

Parking his truck in front of the house, he rushed inside and grabbed his fire extinguisher from the kitchen. Kyle then made a break through the back door and ran across the backyard towards the stables. The gate had been broken wide open, likely by one of his frightened horses. But that would be an easy fix. What wouldn't be easy repairing would be the massive scorched hole that the "fireball" had made as it hit his stables.

Luckily, he had left the horses out to graze that day and the stalls had been left empty. The area still smelled of smoke. A fire could still start and he needed to get in there and put it out before any more damage could be done.

Stepping inside, he followed the source of the orange glow as he walked down the length of the stalls. Glancing up at the ceiling, he could see that whatever had hit the stables had torn through it like a hot knife through butter. One beam looked like the centre of it had been seared into nothingness. Through some of the opened doors he could see that a few of the walls of the stalls now had holes to match the one in the ceiling. But with each stall the hole was made lower, leading him on towards the very last stall where the orange light was coming from.

Bracing himself for the worst, Kyle slid back the door and was buffeted with a gush of hot air and smoke. Kyle instinctively stepped back as the smoke was let out into the stable. Kyle held the extinguisher at the ready as the smoke cleared until he could finally see inside. Taking hold of the pin, he ripped it from the extinguisher and gripped the handle tightly. Grabbing hold of the hose, he then charged forward, with the hopes of quelling whatever fires laid within.

But as he stepped inside, he saw no inferno. The hay on the inside of the stall had been charred and burnt, but it had not spread to the surrounding walls. Smoke still lingered, but all that was in the room was a strange looking glowing ball.

It had to be no bigger than a bowling ball and gave off an orange glow like molten iron. Its surface was hot and Kyle imagined it to be a chunk of metal. Perhaps it was some space waste or a meteorite that had decided to land itself right in his back yard. But what was truly off was the fact that it appeared perfectly round.

Still, this thing could be dangerous he told himself.

Taking careful aim, he tightened his grip on the fire extinguisher and braced himself. The hose then let out a spray of white foam that smothered the ball in an instant. The strange ball let out a sizzling hiss as the heat was immediately smothered and the light dimmed.

Spraying until the light had completely faded, Kyle eventually loosened his grip to stop the flow of chemicals.

"Fuck, cleaning this thing is going to be a bitch..." He muttered to himself as he set the fire extinguisher aside.

Assessing the damage, Kyle turned around and looked through the hole that the ball had created. He could practically see the night sky through every singed hole it had made through the stalls. He was lucky that it had broken its fall in the hay in this stall. Had it bounced and continued onward, it could have hit his propane tank.

"Now THAT would have been a disaster." He thought to himself.

Still, it could have been much worse and hopefully the repairs would be easy. In the back of his mind he began to wonder if his insurance would cover meteorites...

Sssssssssssssssss....

Kyle flinched and reached down to grab the extinguisher again. Snapping back into attack position, he pointed the hose right back at the foam-covered ball.

Kyle could see a glint of the same light burning underneath the foam. The orb started to rumble and shake, hissing slightly as the surface began to break.

Kyle stepped forward, hand on the grip of the extinguisher and ready to fire once again.

The object sputtered and rumbled a few more times, until it let out one long final hiss...then stopped.

Kyle paused, looking at the ball cautiously...

*Click!*

The foam covering the ball suddenly parted as the ball opened. Kyle managed to see an assortment of strange blinking lights coming from inside the ball before the object began to shudder and hiss once again.

Kyle stepped back, with extinguisher in hand and primed to let loose another spray. The ball made a few more final noises until the blinking lights within finally dimmed as well. It was then that the object was finally silent.

Waiting to see if it would stir once again, Kyle stood ready. Waiting...until it became clear that it had stopped.

Letting out a relieved sigh, Kyle set down the extinguisher and leaned his back against the wall.

His heart was throbbing in his chest, part of him had expected it to explode or fly off and attack him. But every beat of his strong heart only seemed to grow faster...and faster...and faster still until his chest started to burn.

Kyle coughed out of instinct. But as his lungs took in air they were filled with something that his eyes could not see. The heat in his chest only seemed to grow worse after that. He let out another cough as the the heat in his chest only continued to build and spread across his entire body. The room started to spin and Kyle found himself feeling woozy. He kept coughing and coughing but every breath just seemed to fill his lungs with foul air that it could not process. Kyle then felt as if his body had been completely sapped of energy as his legs began to buckle and shake. With oxygen in his body starting to run out, he was forced to prop himself up on the wall.

To Kyle, it felt as though his body were being filled with hot sand. Every breath only seemed to draw in more of the invading gas and force out what little good air remained. Survival instincts began to kick in as his body raced with adrenaline. Grabbing hold of the walls he let out a few more wheezing coughs as he dragged himself to the door. It took some doing, but he did manage to summon enough strength to pull himself out from the stall and out into the stable.

Nearly tripping as he pulled himself out, Kyle immediately felt a wave of relief as the first breath he took did not burn his body like it had in the stable. His strength began to return to him and he took in a deep breath of fresh air.

But the feeling of relief was not to last. With little to no warning, the heat that had been building in his chest suddenly exploded and spread to every pore of his entire body. Kyle could only moan in pain as every part of his body burned as if he had been set alight.

Unknown to the muscle-bound trainer, a strange alien virus quickly began to take root in his cells. But this was a virus that had an un-natural reproduction rate that would have put the common cold to shame. In just a matter of seconds, it had infected every single cell of his body, re-writing and re-coding his very DNA. Kyle barely had the time to feel the intense heat of every cell of his body being replaced before the burning began to die down.

But then, just as quickly as the heat had exploded within him, it faded into a steam that erupted from his body like a thin mist that immediately brought his body temperature back down to a semi-normal level.

Doused in sweat and gasping for air, Kyle only managed to say one thing.

"Wa...what the fuck..."

But the trainer was given no time to rest.

A whole new series of changes then began to rocket through Kyles body. His entire body started to twitch uncontrollably and a sudden pain in the back of his skull caused Kyle to grab hold of the sides of his head. He cried out in agony as information, knowledge, and all sorts of other images felt like as if they were being poured into his mind faster than he could process. To Kyle, it felt as if his skull was going to split his skull in two. It was almost as if something was trying to pour their very being into his body and it was running out of room. Soon the pressure in his skull began to spread to every corner of his mind, forcing his thoughts and control of his body to the very fringes of his psyche.

He could feel his eyes grow heavy, his fingers started to twitch without his command and he could feel his very consciousness begin to slip away...

"Thank you, this body will serve us well..."

Kyles eyes suddenly shot open and he managed to wrestle control from the invading entity.

"Who are you? What the fuck are you doing to me?" Kyle shouted into the empty barn.

"We will be taking your form to spread our own. You will disappear but your body will be given new purpose. Cease your struggling." Came the voice from within his own mind.

"What? No! This is my body! Not yours!" Kyle cried out as he clenched the sides of his head.

"Cease your struggling" The voice repeated.

Kyle shook his head and let out a shout. Whatever was trying to force its way into him was trying to push him out. He could feel the creature's memories and knowledge begin to intermingle with his own, muddling his mind and memories into a twisted mesh of the two minds. But he held fast, this was his body! Not theirs!

"No!" Kyle cried out.

"Cease your struggling" The voice repeated.

Kyle felt the pain in his skull increase, his body seemed to rebel against him as whatever force invading him began to overtake him piece by piece. He lost all feeling in his hands and soon the sensation was spreading up towards his arms.

"No! You can't have me!" Kyle cried out again.

"Cease your struggling" The voice continued with its mantra.

Kyle let out another howl of pain as another shock went through his mind that knocked him off balance. He could feel himself slipping even further this time.

"No! I won't let you! This body is MINE!!!" He cried out one final time.

.....

The voice was quiet and the pain suddenly stopped.

Kyle paused, the sensation suddenly back in his hands and arms as he steadied himself. The pressure and pain in his skull had numbed slightly, but he could still sense whatever was inside him still lingering.

"Error...subject shows surprisingly large levels of willpower. Sending SOS signal." The voice stated.

"NO!" Kyle cried out as he used all his mental fortitude to force the entity out.

"Error! Connection disrupted! Attempting re-assimilation" the voice stated.

"Get...out..." Kyle muttered as he kept his focus.

"Error! Assimilation unable to process! Mental Blocks encountered! Re-attempting SOS signal"

Kyle could feel the pressure begin to build in the back of his skull, but he held fast.

"GET...OUT" Kyle grunted

"Error!"

"GET....OUT" Kyle repeated.

"Error! Error! Error!"

"I said...OUT!!!!" Kyle stated with one final shout.

The voice in the back of his head continued to shout out "Errors" for the next few moments, but the voice became softer and softer with every word it said. Soon it had grown to a dull whisper until it faded all together.

Kyle opened and closed his eyes a few times, flexing his fingers and wiggling his toes. The influence of the other entity seemed to be gone, but he wanted to be sure of that fact.

Kyle stood perfectly still for a few moments, bracing himself for another attack. Time passed...until it had been a full ten minutes sense the entity's last attack.

Kyle slowly opened his eyes and moved his appendages once again. He seemed to be fully in control. Whatever it is that has tried to take him over had been forced out, but he had to be sure. As the pain in his skull began to fade, Kyle focused on his own thoughts and feeling. He then began patching together his own memories to repair any damage the being had tried to do to his mind until the pain had completely left him.

Once his mind had finally calmed, Kyle let out a sigh of relief and leaned against the walls of one of the stalls. His heart was still racing and the adrenaline in his system was keeping him on edge. But it would seem that whatever had tried to take control of his mind, had failed.

Kyle sighed as he tried to take in just what the hell had happened. Just a second ago he may very well have encountered some sort of alien, and that alien had tried to take over his entire body. As he searched his own mind for explanations and reasons, soon his head began to feel sore not only from the mental assault, but from the numerous questions racking his brain.

Leaning down and sitting on the hay-covered floors of the stable, Kyle tried to calm himself down and make sense of it all. Thinking happy thoughts, he steadied his breathing and poured through his memories.

He recalled memories of his father, the time he had joined the football team back in high school. The day he opened the gym, and the day he was inspired to become a personal trainer. Thankfully whatever the creature had done to him hadn't erased the important parts of his past from his memories. But as he thought back, he sensed this strange "feeling" of other knowledge in the back of his mind that he couldn't really understand. It was almost as if he had this...second set of memories that were viewed from the eyes of someone else. Taking a deep breath and steeling himself for another attack, he looked into whatever had been left behind by the creature that had tried to pour themselves into him.

Focusing his thoughts, Kyle began to read through the "other" memories and the information he could comprehend. He got brief flashes of strange creatures and diagrams along with mathematical equations that he couldn't make heads or tails of. But one memory stuck out at him that caused him to pause.

"Virus based genetic re-write..." Kyle muttered to himself.

With eyes shut he began to pour over the memories in his own mind, taking in the knowledge he could understand and comprehend to the best of his abilities.

The more he searched, the greater his understanding grew. Still he kept a watch out for any sign of the entity, should he try to attack again while he was distracted. Once he had gotten a decent grasp of what he had learned, he opened his eyes and looked down at his legs.

"Ok...let's give this a try..."

Holding out his right hand, Kyle stared at it and began to focus.

Deep within his body, on the cellular and molecular level, the virus that had invaded his body responded to his mental commands and broadcasted a signal to every atom in his body. The cells in his body responded, shifting and vibrating, dividing and creating new mass for a strange transformation as Kyles hand began to swell in size.

Before, Kyles arms had been the envy of many a man. But as his right arm began to grow, it surpassed what any man of his size would have been capable of. Like a branch of a mighty red-wood, Kyle now sported an arm that would have put the power lifter George to shame. But with this growth seemed to come a strange side-effect. As his armed swelled, a thin pelt of midnight black hairs began to spread across his flesh like rushing water. Once he willed his arm to stop growing, the fur continued filling in the gaps until it had completely covered every inch of his arm. Kyle wiggled his enlarged fingers on his changed arm, opening and closing his hand repetitively until he was certain he still had full control.

Taking his non-changed arm, he felt the strange new fur that covered his arm. It was soft, but had an underlying roughness to it. Almost exactly like the pelt on all his horses...

Kyle smiled and looked down at his left arm and began to focus once again. Just as quickly as the other arm had shifted, soon it was covered with the same black fur and had swelled in size to match its brother.

Kyle rushed his way down to the end of the stables where a mirror was kept. Looking at himself, he was in awe of his strange, hairy arms and how much larger they looked compared to his already massive frame.

"I could give George a run for his money..." Kyle muttered with a grin.

Kyle then began to peel off his clothes, struggling with his tank-top over his enlarged arms, but managing to peel it off with some effort.

Standing in the barn wearing only a pair of briefs, Kyle took in the sight of his impressive bod and looked at his two strange arms. The fur had cut off just where his shoulder began, his lightly tanned skin sticking out against the dark black fur.

Kyle looked at his broad chest in the mirror and took in a deep breath. Focusing his mind on changing his form, his body began to grow and the black fur quickly began to sprout from the cleft of his pectorals. As his chest swelled in size, the fur spread across his entire upper torso. But that was not Kyles focus.

His chest had already been an impressive shelf of muscle and masculinity, but now his chest was something that looked like it had been taken out of a superhero comic. With muscles like this, soon his arms did not look so disproportionate to the rest of him. Still he had begun to look like a broad chested; gorilla armed man.

Willing the changes to come to a stop, Kyle laughed at he looked at his strange body. If someone had seen him from a distance it would almost seem as if he had put on several jumpers for the winter, but with his muscles would still show through. His legs were admittedly still a little small, but if what he had learned was right, he could change that and anything else about his body whenever he wanted.

Closing his eyes, he began imagining a few vague patterns in his mind. His chest then reacted, causing some of the black fur to turn to a snowy white that covered his front torso entirely. Like a rapidly changing slide-show Kyles chest turned a stark white, while his back and sides kept their black fur. The shape and pattern of the white fur then began to shift and change in a matter of seconds like a bizarre slide show.

At first, Kyle would try something simple. A spot here, a stripe there, until he felt more comfortable with his strange powers. His first big attempt was to give himself an hourglass pattern that aimed down towards his crotch with his ever-changing white fur. That pattern then was quickly twisted to one that only covered his pectorals, followed by one that covered him in black and white spots like a Dalmatian. With each new design, he giggled at his strange new look before trying out a new one. He even managed to form crude stripes that made him look almost like a zebra.

One attempt however did not go so well as he tried to give himself a tattoo. The shape was distorted and crude however though.

"Never was much of an artist..." Kyle muttered to himself as he willed the unsightly shape away.

Amused with this strange new ability, Kyle decided to keep with the hourglass shape, keeping his chest white, while a white line of fur ran down towards his crotch.

Nodding at his work, Kyle smiled and took the hat from off his head and admired his changing form. His brown hair seemed to stand out such much against his new black fur though. He would need to fix that.

With a little focus, his neatly-cut hair parted slightly as two long growths sprouted from his scalp.

As the new appendages grew, his ears faded into his skull. Once they had completely gone, Kyle felt his non-existent ears pop briefly before the sounds of the stable began to ring through from a different part of his body.

Now fully formed, Kyle now had a pair of ears that seemed almost completely equine in appearance. Covered in black fur and shaped into slightly pointed folds; Kyle managed to twitch and swivel around almost as if he had them for his entire life.

Marvelling at his strange new ears, an idea then suddenly struck Kyle and he turned his back to the mirror. Taking one massive hand, he pulled down the back of his underwear and exposed his bare ass to his reflection. Using the same focus as before, he centred his changes just above his firm and toned rump. The process then immediately began, a small knot forming at the base of his spine and growing outward into a tiny nub. That nub quickly lengthened out into a small tube, which then erupted with long, spindly black hairs that reached past his ass and nearly hit the back of his knees. Kyle was in awe of his newly gained tail and gave his new appendage an experimental flick.

Feeling a bit giddy, Kyle turned back and looked at his twitching ears in the mirror, along with his new flowing tail.

A warm feeling then suddenly began to grow in his crotch however. A building NEED was starting to form and Kyle's attention was drawn down south. Looking at his modest bulge through his underwear, he knew he was average by most standards. But he knew that if he could change every part of himself at will, there was one place he just knew he had to try out next.

Peeling down his briefs to underneath his balls, his modest 5-inch cock hung flaccid, but was slowly being filled with blood. Cracking a smile, Kyle began to focus on changing his member.

With his increased body mass having been compensated by increased blood production that the virus stimulated, it was no issue of sending more down to his cock. Within barely a few seconds, his shaft swelled to its full size. It was then that the changes to his member began.

Kyle felt a tingle around his crotch as his skin's pigment turned dark and began to hug itself to his frame. His balls began to swell, spilling out from his briefs and hanging low as they began to swell in size. Being circumcised before, his cock re-grew its foreskin in an instant, but the flesh only seemed to grow larger and thicker, completely consuming his cock and swallowing up the mushroom head of his member. From within his new sheathe, his cock then began to grow. Letting out a groan of pleasure, Kyle felt the tip of his member flattening and flaring outwards in an equine shape. The shaft then began to grow, making it emerge from its hiding place and out into the open air.

Kyle let out another pleasured groan, his cock growing larger and thicker with every beat of his massive heart. His focus began to waver as his imagination went wild. Soon his thoughts were filled with the countless things he could and would do with a real horses cock between his legs. Every imagined scenario only seemed to pool more blood into his rapidly growing member, sending shivers of pleasure down his spine that shook him to his very core. But with his mind so distracted, his body was left ignored. It was then that his transformation seemed to continue on auto piolet to finish the rest of his changes.

Like the tides of the sea, the black fur slowly spread from his chest down his legs. In their wake they left every inch as a thick horse-like hide that swelled with muscle and power from deep within. Soon the pleasured moans coming from Kyles throat began to turn glutaral and beast-like as the fur began to spread up towards his neck and pooled around his chin. Two streaks of back fur then raced along the sides of his face. This causing a second change to trigger as his skull began to press forward into a small muzzle that forced his eyes and nose into new positions.

Back down below and past the member that was taking up all his focus, the fur had spread almost completely down his legs. Each inch that was covered with fur was soon gifted with even more muscle and power than the trainer had ever dreamed of. His lats swelled to the size of tree trunks that forced his legs apart, giving his member more space to hang loose as his balls grew to the size of oranges.

Once as the fur hit his calves however, a strange change began to occur. As the fur covered his calves, his ankles began to extend backwards, propping up his powerful frame in a new digitigrade stance that supported his massive frame and would allow him to run fast enough to outpace even the speedy Frank. The shift in balance nearly brought Kyle off-balance, but he was too engrossed into his growing cock to care. After the strange shifting had finished, his feet were the next to change as his toes were consumed by growing flesh that rounded into two solid masses. That mass then turned a deep, dark black and hardened with a thick shell on the outer layer. Once it had completed, Kyle now seemed to be standing on a pair of solid, pavement smashing hooves rather than feet.

Kyle let out a grunt, followed by what almost sounded like a horse's nicker. With both hands wrapped around the shaft of his cock, he was engrossed in the sensation of feeling the fleshy muscle swell and throb in his grip. Taking his new hands, he began rubbing his enlarged shaft up and down, thrusting his hips and tearing through what little remained of his underwear.

His changes then began to finish their final stages. With only his human face remaining, it began to slowly press forward, warping his jaw and teeth alike.

It was once the last bone finally popped into place that whatever had even looked like Kyle Reynolds before had completely disappeared save for his deep brown eyes.

What now stood in his place was a massive stallion-man with fur as dark as night with a snowy white crest on his chest.

Kyle huffed, his larger lungs and mouth letting out gusts of his misty breath as he worked his shaft with a fervour he hadn't had sense he was a teen. With his cock brushing against the bottom shelf of his chest, he began to leak a small river of precum that coated his shaft in his own natural lubricant. With no other changes to maintain, the virus finally focused entirely on Kyles own satisfaction. Like the flick of a switch the pleasurable sensations kicked into high gear and became a feeling unlike anything Kyle could have ever begun to describe. In the back of his mind he wanted to ride the wave of this high for as long as he could, but his anatomy wouldn't let him. With the growing pressure in his cock only building and his balls swelling with need, he wouldn't be able to last much longer until he would eventually explode.

Rubbing and stroking his cock, the pressure continued to build and build, the flare of his new cock head swelled and spread wide as he let out a gush of clear pre. He was so close to the edge that he could barely hold on. He felt his eyes grow hazy, and his body began to act on its own. All he could truly feel was the sensations coming from new massive cock!

"Nnnnn.... Nnnnngh....NEIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGH!"

Kyle let out a proud whinny as his cock throbbed in his hands. The flared head of his member then let loose a blast of cum that completely covered the mirror before him. But that was only the first volley. That shot was followed by another that arched slightly and splattered over the wall behind the mirror. The third strike then came immediately after, followed by a fourth, and a fifth, until he seemed to be a massive garden hose of seed. It was only after he had coated nearly the entire wall in his spunk that the stream began to die down.

Once the flow had stopped, Kyles new body shivered and shook from the throes of pleasure.

He hadn't even realized that he had been shooting for nearly a full minute. It was only once the afterglow of such a powerful orgasm began to wane; did he realize just what a mess he had made.

Sticking to the wooden walls like a sticky cement, it seemed as though someone had been throwing cans of white paint at something and missed every single time. Kyle had to admit, he was proud in knowing that he had managed to produce that much. But now, he needed to see the extent of the damage on HIM.

Kyle stepped forward, staggering slightly as he put one hoof forward.

Taking his hand, he rubbed as much of his seed off from the mirror as he could so that he could get a clear look at himself.

That was when he finally got a glimpse of his new muzzle and the still-hard cock that jutted from between his legs. Smiling a grin with newly flattened teeth, he remembered that from the information he had gathered, he could go between this and back to his own form at will.

Letting out a relieved sigh, Kyle looked down at himself and poured over the rest of the information in his mind. Getting used to this would take some time, but it seemed like if he just practiced enough, he could really gain some benefits from his new body...

"Yo Kyle! You in here buddy?" Cried out a familiar voice from outside the stables.

Kyle felt his heart leap in surprise for a moment, but he immediately calmed himself. Considering his shared memories of the entity; he knew he could change back in just a few seconds...but explaining the mess might be a little difficult.

His new tail swishing behind him while in thought, another memory then perked up from the recesses of his mind...something about the infectious nature of the virus he had inhaled and his abilities controlling it as "Patient Zero".

"He's not in the house Frank!" Cried out another familiar voice.

"Prolly in the stables then! I'll go check." The other voice responded.

Kyle paused, going over his options in his head before he finally concluded.

"Time to build up my stables..."

Ad Campaign - Brett Matthews

Brett Matthews let out a long sleepy yawn as he pulled himself from the warmth of his bed. Dressed in only a pair of boxers he dangled his bare feet just an inch above the carpeted ground.

Brett had the body of an athlete, with brown and unblemished skin that he gained from his Asian heritage along with a muscular frame that he had earned from many hours of training and practice. As began to wake himself up in his normal routine, his body was covered in the few streaks of morning sunlight that had managed to sneak their way through the blinds of his small student apartment.

The young college student started off his day as he often did, with his normal morning stretches. He took one arm and pulled it across his chest, using the other free arm to align it the way he had always done. He then repeated this exercise with the other arm, flexing his thick biceps back and forth until he could feel the blood flowing through his system. Finally, he spread his arms back, pushing his toned chest forward and stretching his back until he heard a satisfying pop.

Letting out a satisfied grunt, his once hazy eyes flashed open, taking in his surroundings and the light of a new day. His room was small by most standards, but being in a college dorm meant that space was a luxury. In years past Navren had decided to turn away from the traditional cramped dorm rooms that two people shared and had created their own student housing complex. It was cheaper than renting a place somewhere in town, and it meant that everyone got their own room along with a shared living area where anyone cook and lounge around the TV.

Getting off from his bed and smacking his lips, Brett took two steps towards his dresser and rummaged for a pair of running shorts, a singlet, and a fresh towel. Gathering them up into a wad, he then took another two steps to get outside into the shared living area.

Having opted for one of the smaller places, he only had to share this place with one other roommate. But the downside of this was that it also meant that he had to share a bathroom. Judging by the sounds of snoring he could hear from across the hall though, his roommate Marek was still fast asleep.

"Guess Ill be able to get some hot water before breakfast..." Brett muttered to himself with a soft smile as he crossed the living room.

Set in a hall next to Marek's room, Brett opened the door to their tiny bathroom and flicked on the lights. Designed to save space, it only featured a shower, a toilet, and one sink. The sink was crowded with both of their toothbrushes and tooth paste alongside Marek's lotions and haircare products. Turning towards the shower he saw the two hanging racks, one for each of them, filled with their shampoos and body washes. Marek of course had many more products than him, but Marek cared much more about his hair and appearance than him. On the wrestling team, hair was a liability, so Brett kept his black hair short and neat. That way no dirty fighters could use it as a grip to try and force him down onto the matt.

Peeling his boxers off, Brett stepped inside the tiny stall and turned on the water. It took some time for the water to reach a comfortable temperature, but soon he was standing under the stream and lathering himself up with his favourite musky smelling body wash.

Grabbing the loofa, he scrubbed down his firm chest, scrubbing between the small cleft in-between his two modest pectoral muscles before moving down the length of his abdominals. He stopped at his crotch for a moment, giving his modest package a thorough scrubbing all while exciting a little bit of his six-inch member from his foreskin in the process. Finally, he reached down and lathered his legs before reaching behind to scrub his firm ass. After he had completely lathered up, Brett stood back under the stream of hot water and let the suds wash down his frame and down into the drain.

Being naturally hairless had come with some advantages, meaning he could jump in the shower and be done within a matter of moments. Still, he made sure that he was completely clean before turning off the water. Once the nozzle had sputtered to a stop, Brett then reached for his towel on the outside. Taking a moment to dry himself before getting dressed.

Donning his singlet and shorts, Brett then made his way out of the crammed room and made his way towards the kitchen. He then quickly began grabbing some pots and pans, taking a moment to glance over to his pre-made menu for the week, before getting started on his meals for the day.

The kitchen then soon became a flurry of activity as Brett began running multiple dishes as once, chopping up some onions and garlic for an omelette while he heated a pan on the stove for the grilled chicken breast he had been marinading sense last night. As the oil on the pans began to sizzle and pop, the sounds from the kitchen began to increase as Brett prepped and cleaned assorted dishes and knives throughout the area while the food cooked.

All the noise then seemed to stir his roommate from his heavy slumber. While watching multiple pans on the stove, Brett could hear the clicking of the lock from Marek's room followed by heavy footsteps as he shuffled into the living room.

Brett turned around and saw Marek still looking half asleep, with his dark brown hair still tussled and messy from a severe case of bed-head. His green eyes were baggy and half-opened as he seemed to hobble over to the nearby table like some sort of zombie.

"Good morning." Brett said as he slid vegetables into one pan and plopped his chicken into the other.

"Coffee...." Marek moaned.

Brett could only roll his eyes and quickly got to work on brewing up a pot.

There was a silence between the two as Brett continued working on his meals while Marek seemed to struggle to keep his eyes open. Being on the soccer team along with taking several advanced classes clearly took their toll on Marek, but he managed to stay ahead on his assignments and his team responsibilities. All this pressure to excel had likely come from his parents after they had sent him all the way from Egypt to study. Navren did have an impressive business course after all and Marek was all too willing to escape from his overly doting family. At first he had seemed excited for the change of pace and newfound freedom of living in the states. With his brown skin of a darker hue than Brett's own, Marek was rather popular with the ladies. With natural handsome features and having played soccer back in Egypt, he was a fit specimen of a man that attracted girls and guys alike. But even after that, his personality was something out of this world. Something about him always seemed to pull women towards him like a magnet. Some said it was his slight accent, or perhaps that he came from money. What most of his many _girlfriends_had told him though was his bright green eyes.

But being born with a silver spoon his mouth meant that it had taken some time for him to adjust to the college lifestyle. Brett could barely keep track of all the times he had been awoken by Marek during one of his late-night study sessions. The man hardly had time to relax, being either thrown into his studies, a ball, or the latest girl, Marek was constantly on the move. It was any wonder he managed to get any sleep at all.

Luckily he and Brett had worked out a deal at the start of the year that he would pay for the groceries in return for Brett cooking everything. Being completely useless until he had gotten his morning cup of coffee would have likely meant that the otherwise the athletic frame of the handsome soccer player might have grown a little soft from too much ramen and pizza.

"So, any big classes today?" Brett said as he approached Marek with a fresh cup of coffee in in his hands.

"Yea...something...English..." Marek muttered before taking the cup from Brett and taking and long sip.

Brett smiled, counting back from three until he suddenly saw Marek's eyes light up.

"Whew! Damn that's a good cup of coffee! But why do you gotta burn my insides every morning?!?" Marek said as he stuck out his tongue childishly.

"Don't look at me, you're the one who bought the coffee maker and set it to your preferences. You know I don't drink the stuff." Brett responded as he went back to the stove.

"You know I can't function without my morning cup." Marek said as he began blowing on the scalding hot liquid.

Brett smiled and went back to focusing on his meals.

"Ahhh...oww...ok that's better." Brett heard Marek say from behind him.

"So, you want to check out the gym with me and some of the guys from the team today? I hear they finished the renovations." Marek piped in from behind.

Brett flinched, nearly causing him to mess-up flipping his omelette in the process.

"Wait, you wanted to do that today? Shit man, I have class all day and practice after that. When were you planning on going?" Brett responded as he turned around to face his roommate.

"Ahhh...nah sorry we were going to do it at around 5:00."

Brett sighed and shook his head.

"Nah man, I'm sorry. Going to be too busy today." He answered with a sigh.

Marek laughed and raised his cup to him.

"It's ok, you have things you need to do. I'll let you know how it is and maybe we can check it out some other time. Either way it will be better than the shit gym we have here..." Marek said before taking another sip of coffee.

Brett smirked and turned back to the stove. The campus gym DID have everything he would need for a workout. But it was notoriously crowded at nearly all hours of the day and wasn't well kept after. Most days you would end up spending half your time there either trying to find an open area, with another ten minutes added on just to find some weights. Plus, the state-funded machines were always breaking down and the air conditioning was shit. It was why he and Marek had opted to go to the nearby "Pump-It" gym instead. They kept up with everything and managed to keep the machines up to date. But after they announced some renovations that had closed down the gym, he and Marek had been forced to suffer with the campus gym for the past few weeks.

He would be glad to get back into his normal routine.

Taking a few more minutes to get prepared, Brett wrapped up his lunch for the day and quickly made up another omelette for Marek. Setting the two egg dishes onto plates, he brought them over to the table before pouring himself a glass of juice before sitting down.

He and Marek then quickly tore through their meals, only stopping for a drink or to point out something funny they saw on their phones before their plates were clear. Marek then took both dishes up to the sink and started to wash while Brett made his way back to his room. Slipping on his running shoes and grabbing his backpack, he then went back outside and made his way towards the door.

"Alright, I'm gonna do my run and then I gotta meet up with Travis before grab my stuff for class. Need anything?" Brett asked and he grabbed his water bottle from the fridge.

"Nah I'm good, I'll probably do the same after I've showered up. Let me know if the cheerleaders are out practicing though ok? I want something to make me beat my normal time." Marek answered with a sly wink.

Brett laughed and closed the door behind him, popping his headphone buds into his ears and shuffling to his favourite radio app. Taking off down his normal path, the music began to play an older song that Brett had never heard before.

"Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes!"

Trial Membership - Marek Ridley & Travis Sanders

Marek smiled a bright and flashy grin as he and his fellow teammate Travis made their way towards the Pump-It Gym just as the sun started to set in the distance.

"I am so glad we don't need to go back to the old campus gym. I was tired of smelling sweaty jockstraps all day and never finding a free bench." Marek said cheerfully as they approached the building.

"Definitely bro, that place was as rank as the house on pledge week..." Travis responded with a nod as he adjusted the reversed baseball cap he had on his head.

Marek chuckled as he recalled the stories as well. The local chapter of Delta Omega Gamma, or D.O.G was infamous in their hazing rituals every year. Travis, being a long-time member, had experienced it all and had gone through his own trials as well when he had joined. He had told tales of streaking, mascot theft, and even strange leather "pup" play costumes being used all throughout the week to filter out the unworthy from the pack. But even after pledge week was over, the house and its members were constantly loud, rowdy, and full of energy. Travis fit right in.

Travis was a jock through and through, playing not only on the team soccer but wrestling as well. Having met Marek through the soccer team, they had started playing at the same level when they had started their first year at Navren. Eventually Travis had introduced him to his "best bro" Brett from their hometown and the three of them had been friends ever sense. Travis had even been the one that suggested that he and Brett room together while he moved into the fraternity house.

"So, I was planning on doing a little cardio, then hitting up the bench press. What about you bro?" Travis asked.

"I was going to check out that personal training thing that they were offering. Might be good to get some tips from a pro on improving my workout. I feel like I've really been lacking in my arms lately." Marek responded.

Travis's eyes flashed mischievously and he instantly pounced upon Marek. Wrapping one of his thick ham-like arms around the Egyptians head; Marek could only let out a gagging noise as Travis flexed his bicep and gave him a clear view of the tribal tattoo that snaked from his shoulder blades and down to his wrist.

"If you ever need some tips, you know who to ask." Travis said with a cocky smirk.

Being on both the soccer and wrestling teams had gifted Travis with a powerful and stocky build that made him an imposing sight to behold. He was a great goalie, using his size to his advantage while his strength played off well on the wrestling team. But it had an unfortunate side-effect...he often SMELLED like his workout equipment most days.

"D-o-der-ant..." Marek managed to gasp out.

Travis smiled and quickly released the smaller man, still smiling a cocky grin as Marek gagged and gasped for air.

"Shit...just because you're on the wrestling team doesn't mean you should headlock people on the fly like that...and do you EVER wash?" Marek said as he tried to catch his breath.

"Chicks love a guy who smells like a man" Travis said with a flex of his right arm, popping every vein and muscle out in a display of machismo.

Marek rolled his eyes and beckoned Travis to follow as the two of them entered the gym through the set of sliding glass doors.

The interior of the Pump-It Gym had remained more or less the same way that Marek had remembered it. The place looked like it had been given a fresh coat of paint and there were a few new machines around along with what looked like an additional weight area near the back. As they walked inside though, near one of the corners of the gym they noticed a row of tinted glass that lead towards a door marked with a big sign called 'The Iron Stables".

"Huh...is that a room for classes or somethin?" Travis asked as he fished his membership card from his pocket.

"I guess so...I remember there being some cycles and stuff over there but I guess they decided to turn it into a class room. Not a bad idea I suppose, but you won't be seeing me doing any of that weird aerobics stuff." Marek responded.

"It's actually pretty good cardio bro." Travis suddenly added.

Marek raised an eyebrow as he looked at the brute-like Travis. The thought of imagining him dancing around to some high-tempo and upbeat song as he danced across the room was not something he ever expected to envision.

The two of them then made their way towards the security gate, which was overseen by a large man with sandy blonde hair that Marek thought he recognized...but couldn't quite place from where.

"Welcome! Are you two already members?" the man asked as they approached.

"Yea, we joined back up when we started over at Navren. Glad to see you guys are back open for business." Marek said with a smile as he flashed his card over the scanner, causing the gate to pull back automatically.

"Oh good! Glad you decided to stick with us. We are actually running a promotion right now for our loyal members. Hold on a sec."

As Marek and Travis made their way through the gate the large blonde man then ducked under the counter and produced two glass bottles and set them on the desk in front of him.

"Protein shakes courtesy of the gym. Our way of saying thanks for staying while we fixed up the place." The blonde said with a friendly smile.

"Really? Awesome!" Travis said with little restraint as he grabbed the bottle and immediately twisted off the lid, taking a big gulp and letting out a pleased sounding hum.

Marek chuckled and gently took his bottle, examining the label as Travis continued to chug down his own.

"Hmm...looks like a pretty good mix you got here. But I gotta ask, why "Horse Power"?" Marek asked as he began twisting the cap.

"Oh, our boss runs a farm on the side. The whole inspiration behind the new "Stable" area was suggested by him. He has a whole farming set-up in there to make it seem like you are really working on a farm. Thing is though, it's a pretty intense workout. I mean look at him over there." The man said as he pointed to across the room where a titanic looking man was looming over a man working the triceps extension machine.

Marek's head turned to across the semi-crowded gym, but when he laid his eyes on the man he could hardly believe his eyes.

This man was a muscle GOD!

The owner had to be at least over seven feet tall, with a muscle build like a tank. His pectorals must have stuck out at nearly three inches and his arms looked like tree trunks had sprouted from his torso. Wearing only a tank top and his shorts, his entire body was practically on display and he showed no shame in exposing it. Especially in the crotch area where anyone could see an outline of the massive budge he sported between his legs.

Marek felt his body freeze at the sight of the man. Sure he wasn't even the slightest bit interested in other men, but he had to admire the man's dedication to fitness. This man was a walking wall of muscle wrapped in skin-tight clothes. Frankly, if he were that ripped, he probably wouldn't be too modest about it either.

"Ho-ly crap..." Marek muttered.

"Shit...he is fucking JACKED!" Travis added, having downed his entire protein shake already.

"Yea...he is quite the stallion. He's also the one doing the personal training sessions. I think he is actually just about to finish one in a few minutes as well if you're interested." The blonde said with a longing gaze as he looked out towards the massive man.

"I...I don't know..." Marek stammered as he suddenly felt incredibly small and envious while looking at the larger man.

"Shit, if I can get as big as him then fuck yea!" Travis said excitedly as he bounded his way across the gym towards the owner.

Marek flinched as he was left alone with the receptionist. He could then suddenly begin to feel his eyes on him, appraising his modest build and nearly ebony skin.

"Don't worry, he won't bite. He's really a gentle giant most days." The receptionist said with a soft smile as his eyes wandered towards Travis, his firm rear bobbing up and down as he approached the owner and had begun talking him up.

Marek gulped in hesitation, but he shook the doubts from his mind and began putting one foot in front of the other.

"If a guy can get as ripped as him, I'm sure he has some sort of trick that helps him grow. Plus, I feel like just being near him will have his muscles rub off on me..." Marek thought to himself with a smirk.

"Ah, so this is your friend?" the man said in a deep booking voice as Marek approached.

"Yessir! So, can you really fit us in for a session right now?" Travis said excitedly.

Marek glanced over towards Travis in surprise then turned back to the owner. The massive man nodded and smiled as he took a massive arm and swept the two men towards the room at the back.

"Yea, I've been keeping pretty busy but the next scheduled session isn't for another half hour. I'm sure I can wear you boys out by then. By the way, I think I've seen you around here before but we have never met. I'm Kyle, I own the place."

"Marek Ridley...sir" Marek stammered out as he looked up at the man looming above him.

"Travis Sanders here sir!" Travis said in his normal up-beat tone.

"Enthusiastic. I like that. By the way, did you get a shake from Frank at the door?" Kyle asked the two of them.

Travis nodded and licked his lips in response while Marek lifted his bottle.

"Ah good good. Your gonna want to down that right now. It works fast and your gonna need the energy."

The three of them then made their way towards the side of the gym where the new classroom had been built. Kyle quickly stuck his key into the door and opened it for them and made his way inside, ducking his massive frame under the door as he stepped inside.

Travis was first to enter as he bounded into the room like an excited child, Marek lingered for just a minute, the bottle at his lips and the drink almost gone. He remarked that the drink had a strangely creamy consistency, with a musky aftertaste that was covered up by what tasted like vanilla protein powder. It was strange, but he had fouler tasting drinks before. Once he had completely drained the milky white fluid, Marek threw the bottle into a nearby bin, the sound of numerous bottles clinking together as his entered the pile with the rest.

Stepping into the room, Travis and Marek were instantly hit with the smell of hay and sweat, with a familiar musky undertone that all gyms seemed to have lingering into the air.

Kyle went to a nearby wall and flipped a few switches as the room filled with light before closing the door behind them. As the lights began to turn out, it seemed that the reason behind the areas name of the "stables" was well earned. Nearly the entire area seemed to be covered in hay, with a few bales sitting at the far end of the room next to a massive machine. The walls had been layered with wood, making it look like the inside of a barn, complete with Stalls with a different looking weight machine inside.

Kyle grabbed a notepad from a nearby table and asked Marek and Travis a few questions about their weights, height and what it is they had in mind in terms of fitness goals. It all seemed like standard personal training information, which made it all the more odd that they were doing it in a place that looked and smelled like a barn.

"Alright boys, I'm sure Frankie told you about this place. It's a little...unconventional. But trust me, if you do it as often as I do, you will really pack on the muscle." Kyle said with a smirk as he flexed both arms in a double bicep pose.

"Just keep at it and I'm sure you'll---"

*RRRRRRIP!*

Travis and Marek could hardly believe it when they saw that the two straps of Kyle's tank-top had been so consumed and strained by his massive frame that they had torn the fabric clear in half. With nothing to hang onto, the strained singlet just fell to the ground weakly and left Kyle shirtless before the both of them.

"Ah damn...that keeps happening." Kyle said with a sarcastic sigh that ended with a cocky smirk.

"Holy shit...I've always wanted to get big enough that I could flex through my stuff..." Travis said in awe.

Marek couldn't help but feel impressed... and a little intimidated as well. Sure, all that size would be a bit of a turn-off to some girls, but being able to flex clear through his clothes would be something that would make him a legend on campus...

"Heh...well keep at it boys and I'll have you pumped up in no-time. Now, you ready to get a bit down and dirty?" He asked as he folded his thick arms across his massive chest.

"Yessir!" Both Marek and Travis said at the same time.

Kyle smiled and nodded, leading the two of them towards the back of the room where the hay baling machine was sitting along with a couple of pitchforks. He said that they would be starting out with an exercise that would work out multiple parts of their body, while getting their heartrates going. Kyle then demonstrated proper form as he stuck the pitchfork into a nearby pile of hay and lobbed it over his head into the machine above. He then spent a few minutes coaching Marek and Travis on their form before letting them have a go at it themselves.

"Ok boys, your gonna finish that whole pile, then the machine will bale it up for you. Then your gonna roll it across the room and back until its fallen apart so much you can't roll it anymore." Kyle explained.

"Shit, really like working on the farm eh?" Marek said with a shrug as he stuck his pitchfork into the pile and lobbed it over his shoulder.

Travis seemed much more into the exercise and before long he was throwing fork after fork over his shoulder until his pile was half the size of Marek's. The bigger brute seemed to be almost enjoying himself as he performed the task countless times, his gym clothes already starting to show signs of sweat as his bulky frame moved with a steady rhythm.

Feeling himself fall behind, Marek brought up the pace. As he scooped more of the dried hay onto his pitchfork and flung it over his shoulders he could feel each muscle group begin to strain with every rotation. First his arms swelled as he stuck the pile, followed by his legs as he lifted the hay up and steadied himself for launch. Finally, using a combination of his back and arms he would fling the hay skyward, sending the dried straw high into the air and into the large funnel that fed into the machine.

Marek had to admit that this almost felt like a full-body workout. He could feel his muscles burning and his heart racing as a good portion of his body was all being working in unison with one another to accomplish the task.

"Ahh...haaa..." Travis panted next to him as he lobbed scoop after scoop of hay.

Travis, his pile nearly completely gone, paused for a moment, gasping for breath as he lifted his shirt and wiped the sweat from his brow before leaning against the pitchfork to rest.

"You're doing good there son. But you look a little winded. Here, take a sip of this." Kyle said as he grabbed the water bottle strapped to his waist and handed it to Travis.

Travis eagerly accepted the water, taking a deep drink from the bottle before handing it back to Kyle.

"Hey, do you mind if I take off my shirt as well? Getting kinda hot in here..." Travis asked in-between gasps of breath.

Kyle smiled and shrugged his shoulders.

"Go ahead, we are all guys here."

Travis nodded and peeled off his singlet and tossed it near some other workout equipment before getting back to work.

"Nice tats by the way..." Kyle added as he appraised Travis's bulky frame.

"Thanks. I was thinking of getting another on my left arm to match." Travis said as he flashed the winding tribal tattoo to Kyle and turned his back to give him a clear view of the design.

"Yea, I think that would look good on you. Once you pack on a bit more muscle you will almost make them look like vines on your arms." Kyle said with a grin before he turned to face Marek.

"What about you? Are you doing alright?" Kyle asked.

Marek nodded, but he had to admit, he was feeling a bit warm as well. With both Kyle and Travis working out shirtless he didn't want to stand out or seem self-conscious.

Pausing his workout, he quickly peeled off his shirt and tossed it near where Travis had flung his own. Being fairly toned himself, he was never too ashamed to show off his own build. Still, compared to the two other men he was puny by comparison. Still, he wouldn't let it shake him.

Taking a moment to wipe the sweat from his own brow, Marek then went back to work, his toned form flexing with every broad movement he made when he flung a scoopful of hay over his head.

Kyle then watched on as the piles of hay continued to shrink until they were all but gone. Soon Travis and Marek were left gasping for breath, feeling a sense of satisfaction and exhaustion all at once.

"Alright boys, give me a second here and we will get on to the next step." Kyle said as he approached the machine and began pressing a few buttons.

Travis and Marek took that as a signal that they could rest, both of them walking towards each other as they tried to catch their breath.

"Harder...than I thought..." Marek gasped, his dark coloured skin glinting in the artificial light of the room from all the sweat covering his body.

"Shit yea, but I've got a good burn going bro..." Travis responded, his tanned skin also shimmering slightly in the light of the room, but hidden slightly by the patch of blonde chest hair he had growing.

Marek let out an exhausted laugh as he heard the machine behind them roar to life, their hard work being packaged and baled into a useable shape only for long enough for them to tear it all apart again.

"You two are doing good! Might wanna come to the classes we have here in the morning where we have groups working in tandem." Kyle shouted over the roar of the machine.

Marek and Travis looked at each other, with mixed feelings in both of their eyes as they considered continuing with such a heavy workout. But then, almost in unison they turned back to face Kyle. Even with the gym owners broad back facing him, it was clear that there wasn't a single muscle group he didn't work on. His lats were like a canyon, with two long groups of muscle funnelling a path down his spine that lead towards his firm and round looking ass. For a moment, both men shared the same thought.

Maybe if I keep at it...I'll be as big as him.

The large machine then began to sputter and pop, then a large bale of hay dropped from the fount of the machine, perfectly rounded and ready. Kyle then quickly grabbed the bale almost effortlessly and set it to the side of the room while the machine continued working.

By the time he had gotten back, the other bale had already been sent out and he quickly set it a few feet across from the first. Beckoning the two men over he then explained how he would have them roll the hay across the as he explained earlier. However, to make things interesting he challenged the two to see who could get their bale to the end of the room without it completely falling apart.

"I'll give you both five minutes. Whoever can get their bale to the end of the room wins." Kyle explained as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small timer.

Both men nodded and took their positions. Travis had a clear advantage here with his superior size and strength, but he tired easily. Marek knew that if he could out-last him, he could win.

"3...2...1...GO!" Kyle shouted

Like two freight trains, the men crashed against the bales of hay and pushed with all their might. The balls of packed together straw proved to be much heavier than either of them had expected and with such an un-even surface it was hard to find a grip.

Travis however found his footing and quickly managed to roll the bale forward. Bits and pieces of straw soon came falling off from the unstable ball of hay as he began rolling it down the length of the room.

Marek took a little more time to find his own method of pushing, but he eventually managed to get the ball rolling. Soon the two of them were racing down the room, struggling with the unwieldy bales as they pushed as hard as they could.

But as they reached the half-way mark, the race began to grow a little closer. Marek was beginning to catch up and Travis was starting to wind down. From across the room Kyle watched in anticipation, seeing the two men push themselves to the absolute limit that their bodies could handle.

As Marek began to gain a steady lead; Travis, gasping for breath, found that his half-formed ball of hay was falling apart faster than he could roll it. Sweat was running down the back of the massive tattooed bruisers back in beads and his eyes were beginning to look hazy and glazed. But then...out of the blue Travis felt a strange burning in his chest.

Travis coughed, trying to take in more air that began to feel heavier with each and every breath. The room started to spin and he could feel himself loosing balance.

But a voice rang out in the back of his head. It told him to keep on going, to not give up.

TO WIN!

Newfound strength flooded Travis's body and he felt himself gaining a second wind. The burning sensation that he had felt had been transformed into a sort of bizarre energy that fuelled a fire in his body that drove him forward further than he thought he could.

But the truth of the matter was, a strange transformation was beginning to rack Travis's entire body.

Being a stocky man already, Travis's entire torso swelled. With a powerful chest already, it was hardly noticeable at first as his chest and arms began to swell. But as time went on, he found that he was pushing the bale of hay harder and further with every shove of his growing arms. Soon, he was sporting proud shelf of pectorals while every trace of fat burned away from his stomach. With every heave of his chest, his hidden abdominal muscles popped forth like segments of a candy bar. With so much energy and strength now flowing through him, Travis began to make up for the ground that he had lost against Marek, pushing past him and gaining a steady lead.

As Marek saw Travis pushing head, he began to pool what energy he had into trying to catch up. As the exhaustion of working himself to the breaking point began to hit him, he too was filled with a powerful burning feeling that pooled in his chest. It wasn't long after that the room was spinning for him as it had done for Travis, but then the energy and strength began flooding into him like the force of drinking seven cups of coffee at once!

As the fiery energy filled them, both men then started to show much more dramatic changes across their bodies as their minds were entirely focused on winning the contest at hand. Both men's rumps seemed to be the next stage of their bizarre transformation as their asses had started to swell and grow, stretching the fabric of their shorts to their absolute limit. But they didn't care, not even as the fabric was torn to shreds and their pants pooled at their legs. and they were left working out in their underwear. No they continued to press onwards even as they kicked their pants to the side, putting one foot in fount of the other and forcing their growing legs to push them ever forward.

Both men then began to show stranger signs of their changes. Growths began to sprout at the bases of their spines, forcing their underwear down. Those growths then began to sprout strange long hairs, one after another until both men were sporting a pair of equine looking tails.

"I'm...gonna....beat...you..." Marek grunted as his arms continued to swell, pushing the bale even further and catching up to Travis.

"No...I'm going to win! And I'm going to have your ass once I do!" Travis grunted back in response.

The sudden outburst caused Marek to pause and look towards his friend. The rational side of his brain started to cry out for him to focus.

"Travis was straight! And what's happening to him?"

But then, another strange voice began to echo through his mind.

"His ass does look really good with that blonde horse's tail..."

Marek's cock began to stir and his own dark brown tail flicked in excitement.

He had never noticed just how well built and sexy Travis was. It was no wonder he joined with the fraternity. All those guys were either football players or athletes. That place was just a hot-bed of hot and sexy muscle...

Marek's rational side then wrestled back control of his own thoughts.

"What the fuck? I've never had thoughts like that before! I've always ploughed women left-right and centre!"

But then, the strange other voice began to whisper into his thoughts.

"You love tight beefy muscle studs. Especially those with big cocks and big pecs. You especially love it when a man turns into a big stallion and gives you a monster sized cock to suck on..."

Marek could feel his thoughts become clouded once again.

"Push...push and you will be big enough" the voice whispered.

Marek's thoughts then went back to the competition, forcing all his effort onto putting the bale of hay at the end of the room while keeping one eye on the backside of his friend Travis.

Travis was going through a battle of his own though. In his mind, he was racked with a strange voice that compelled him to push harder, to grow bigger, to BE bigger. He took a glimpse back towards Marek as he began to catch up, the smaller man growing with every passing second and catching up to him at a dangerous rate.

"You gotta win. You're going to win. You're going to be the bigger stallion..." whispered a strange voice in his head.

Travis only grunted in response, his body burning with exertion as every muscle seemed to tighten and grow.

From the base of his spine, a small forest of white hairs soon began taking root around his new blonde tail. He didn't pay the new appendage any mind though. He wanted to win and that was all he needed to care about.

_"When you win, his ass is yours. You're going to fill him up with your big stallion-sized cock..."_the voice continued.

Both men then let out a grunt at the same time as something triggered within them. The growing un-rest that had been growing in their groins had reached a breaking point. With their underwear barely holding on as it is, the fabric began to rip and tear under the weight of their growing members.

But both Marek and Travis were still too engrossed in the competition. They were reaching the far end of the wall, with their hay bales having fallen into half-formed messes that fell apart with every shove they gave them. But the growing from their crotches was beginning to become unbearable. Travis would occasionally paw down at his boxers to relieve the stress in one area, while Marek would try to adjust himself with one hand while keeping his other on the hay bale.

Relief however came in the form of their growing bodies.

With their asses having grown and with the pressure on their junk growing ever tighter, their weak clothes eventually broke under the weight of new beasts that dwelled within.

Wearing only a pair of bright red briefs, Marek's cock was the first to erupt. The fabric tore completely in half as a massive cock that could have only belong to a horse erupted from its remains. His shaft was heavily mottled, looking nearly black with only the tip being left at a pinkish hue. Travis however was not far behind, with his boxer briefs barely holding on as the final threads of resistance snapped. Eventually though his own new equine cock sprung forth from the remains of the tattered underwear like a torpedo. Unlike Marek's, his member was nearly a solid pink save for a black ring near the base of his flared tipped shaft.

The two men gasped in relief as their cocks were set free. Blood soon began filling them both to their absolute limits, making them throb and drool precum at a heavy rate as they continued their race.

The changing men then started to reach the end of their competition with only a few feet left. Marek was steadily catching up while Travis was still holding the lead. A wave of dark brown fur had already bean to spread out from the base of Marek's tail, while a snowy white coat had already begun to cover the entirety of Travis's back.

Soon they were neck-in-neck, but then both men started to feel the changes in their feet. Like two solid bricks, Marek's and Travis's feet rapidly twisted and warped into a set of solid black hooves. As their legs began to twist into a digitigrade stance the athletes began to struggle with their grip on the floor. Their bodies were not used to their new appendages and with the sensation of their changes along with the need coming from their cocks made it hard to focus.

But it was when Travis found a clear footing on the ground that he was able to muster a final push forward and slam the bale of hay right into the wall!

"Yeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaa!" Travis cried out with his arms outstretched, the fur racing up his throat and covering his face.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!" Marek cried in response, putting the last bit of effort into finishing the race before his own changes finished.

*Clap, Clap, Clap*

The two changing men then turned back towards the other end of the gym. Walking towards them, completely in the nude was a massive black stallion with a creamy white coloured chest. His cock was completely hard, throbbing and leaking a trail of precum with every step of his massive hooves.

"Well done colts...well done." The horse said in a deep, but familiar voice.

The haze clouding Travis's and Marek's minds then suddenly faded. The two became utterly aware of their sudden nudity and their increased size. Marek attempted to cover himself up, but his cock was far too large for anything to hide it.

Travis however seemed much more appreciative of the changes. He flexed one arm just as his face began to push out into a muzzle, taking in the sight of his bright white fur along with his massive new maleness.

"What...happened..." Marek muttered as his own face pressed forward. Dark brown fur then quickly covered his entire face, his ears moving atop his head and his newly enlarged nostrils taking in their first breath of air.

"You two are now my colts. You do what I say when I say." The black stallion said with an authoritive tone.

Marek felt some part of him want to talk back to the horse, but that spark of rebellion was quickly snuffed out. Soon all he could think about was how much his cock was throbbing and how much he wanted to get off.

"You boys are going to help me take this town starting with the school. I'm going to need your help to do that and for that, your going to do what I say." The black stallion answered.

But then, the black stallion turned his back to the two, his long black tail flicking behind him

"But that doesn't mean we don't get to have a little fun. And if I remember correctly, Travis DID say he would get your ass when he won..."

Marek then felt a heavy hand on his shoulder and he turned around to see a white horse with a sandy blonde mane standing behind him, his cock rubbing against his back and drooling pre down his own coat.

Marek let out a moan as his cock quivered in excitement. Travis wasted no further time as he pushed him forward, rubbing the flared tip of his own massive cock against Marek's puckered hole.

The two let out a cry as Travis forced his cock into the other stallion, their bodies racked in pleasure as they gave into their new bodies and mentalities.

"You two finish up, then meet me in the locker room. I have a job for both of you..."

Membership Benefits - Brett Matthews, & Travis Sanders

"Just Breathe..."

It was the mantra Brett always spoke to himself whenever he was facing down an opponent bigger than himself.

Throughout Brett's career as a wrestler he had learned wrestling was just as much a contest of wills as it was a contest of strength. It was a lesson he had learned time and time again, but with every loss he gained experience. From experience came confidence and with that confidence; he would not be shaken by his opponent's size alone.

Staring down his fellow teammate Henry Lautner, he took in his pose and strengths before the match would officially start. He knew Henry's weaknesses from countless hours of practice and sparring matches and Harry knew his as well. That meant that this match would come down to whoever's will to win was the strongest and whomever would strike at the opponents weak spots first.

Then the whistle blew.

Brett acted on his instincts and charged forward, Henry doing the same as the two grappled with one another. Arms were flailing everywhere as the two attempted to grab one another and force them into a weakened stance. After a few seconds of grappling Henry then suddenly changed his tactics, lowering his body and going for Brett's stomach. This could threaten his stance and give Henry the opportunity to knock him off balance for an easy pin. However, such a move this left his rear venerable and his legs unsteady. Pulling back from his wealth of experience, Brett knew just what to do to ensure his victory. With careful and sudden footwork he managed to side-step just as Henry lunged forward. Suddenly met with nothing but thin air, Henry faltered just long enough for Brett to bring his right arm down onto his back, sending Henry crashing into the floor with a heavy THUD.

Defenceless, Brett struck again and leapt onto Henrys back. With a tight grip he grabbed hold of an arm and a leg in each of his powerful arms and bent them back in a powerful hold that left Henry with little options. Henry tried to thrash about in an attempt to break free, but Brett's grip was too strong for him to break. Eventually after a few more seconds of twisting and writhing on the rubber mat it soon became clear to everyone that there was no way of him getting back up.

*Bang Bang Bang! *

Henrys free hand slammed down on the matt three times in a signal of defeat. The coach blew the whistle and the crowd of his fellow wrestlers cheered.

Henry groaned in frustration as Brett let go of his teammate and gave him a friendly pat on the back before offering him his hand. Letting out a huff of frustration Henry took the offer begrudgingly as he pulled himself to his feet before shaking Brett's hand.

"Matthews! Good job there son. As for you Lautner you can't keep charging at people like some wild bull. You have the size, but one wrong move and you're on the ground." Coach Hendricks shouted from across the mat before putting the whistle to his lips once again.

A heavy-set man, Anthony Hendricks had been Navrens wrestling and football coach for the post ten years. A man well into his late fifty's, he always sported the same shortly kempt hair that was flaked with streaks of white and grey that meshed with his natural black hair. He had a larger build, one he had earned from his own previous athletic career, but time had taken its toll on the man and had softened his once strong muscular frame with fat.

But he still carried an authority and presence to him that immediately gained most teammates respect. He had gained the moniker of "Head Lock Hendricks" back in his old career after all, and no one dared try to find out the reason why.

After the final whistle Coach Hendricks gathered the team and began his end of practice rant. He was soon then naming and shaming a few of those who had messed up on basic techniques while praising the teammates who had managed to surpass his expectations. It was all standard procedure until his attention was drawn to the back of the pack.

"I gotta say though Sanders, I'm surprised you managed to pack on such a big amount of weight in such a short time. Sure, you don't want to move up to varsity? We could really use you there." Hendricks asked as he looked towards one of the larger players that took up the back of the group.

"Nah coach, I'm good. I can't keep up with the varsity schedule and soccer. Thanks for asking though bro."

The entire team could see Hendricks visible annoyance at the in-formal tone of Travis Sanders. But instead of correcting him, Coach Hendricks seemed to ignore it this time. On any other given day, he would have chastised Travis for calling him "bro" like he did with everyone else on the team. But perhaps Travis's increased size had intimidated the coach. A rumour of him using steroids had already begun to form amongst the team sense he had started working out at the Pump-It Gym sense its re-opening.

Brett however knew that Travis would never resort to using that poison. In-fact, he thought it was funny to see the coach looking at least a little shaken up. Coach Hendricks was rather domineering most days and it was somewhat satisfying to see him knocked down a peg or two. He kept his mouth shut though. Being captain of the varsity team meant he needed to maintain appearances and always seem on the coach's side. But that wouldn't stop him from laughing about it with Travis afterword's.

Once the coach finished his lecture, he sent the team off to shower and rest up for practice in a couple of days. The season hadn't started off quite yet, which meant less practices. But once it did, Brett knew that he would be here nearly every day until seasons end.

Everyone then began to scatter, some heading home to their apartments to wash up, while a few others made their way towards the locker rooms. Brett lingered next to the mat until the massive Travis walked past him, flashing him a playful and mischievous smile.

The two wrestlers then walked alongside each other towards the locker room. No words were spoken between the two of them, but they were constantly sneaking in a quick arm-punch on each other whenever the other wasn't looking.

Once they made it inside they laughed like a couple of teenagers before high-fiving. The rest of the team then began split up, every one of them going to their respective lockers as they started peeling off their skin-tight singlets.

Brett shot Travis a smile before he made his way over to his own locker. Not wanting to wear his equipment any longer than he had to, he pulled off his sweat soaked ear-muffs and tossed them into his locker. With that done, he then began to process of peeling of his body encompassing singlet off his sweaty body. After having such a tiring practice, he had sweat enough so that it had even begun to show through the water-resistant fabric. This meant that as he attempted to peel it off, it stuck to him like a second skin and showed every outline of his muscular build. Slowly removing it made Brett feel every drop of his own sweat and effort, tingling his smooth brown skin until he managed to get it off from his chest and hang limply from his waist.

Letting out a sigh of relief, he relished in the feeling of his body finally being able to breathe after two long hours of practice. But the cold air soon sent a chill down his spine as his bare flesh was exposed and Brett quickly grabbed a nearby towel and wrapped it around his waist. It was common curtesy to cover up whenever someone was dressing out, but really, Brett didn't like having people see him in his jockstrap after practice.

Pulling on the sides of his singlet, he prepared to completely remove the constrictive garment, but a sudden commotion then caught his attention.

"Dude! Come on! Coach makes us wear a jock for a reason!" Lautner cried out from across the room.

"Yea, we don't need to see your salami all the time. Especially when we are out on the mat!" added Stevens, another member of the varsity team.

"Well you bro's seem pretty happy to keep looking at it. I'm just doing you a favour." Responded a familiar voice.

Brett's brow furrowed and he walked towards the other side of the room while keeping a tight grip on his towel.

Huddled around in a small circle, Brett saw Travis, splayed out with his crotch on full display while the others looked on in a mixture of disgust and envy.

"Come on man, don't be doing that to everyone. We gotta have standards here." Brett said with a sigh as he looked down at his long time friend.

Brett smiled a coy grin and grabbed hold of his semi-hard shaft and wiggled it around before letting go. Several guys groaned in response, but Brett managed to notice a few players who's gaze lingered a little longer than normal.

"Alright bro, if they want to keep on looking they can watch in the showers. I know I wouldn't mind an audience if I decided to rub one out..."

Travis then got up, his towel flung over his shoulders as he walked in the buff towards the communal showers. Some of the teammates grumbled once he had finally gotten out of ear shot, but they soon then went their separate ways.

Brett was then left standing alone, sighing as he began to wonder just what was going on to his friend.

Travis had always been a bit crude and crass and he was never shy about showing off his body. But sense he had put on what had to be nearly twenty pounds of muscle overnight, his ego seemed to shoot right through the roof. Plus, he now seemed to enjoy showing off his cock at every available opportunity. Perhaps it was the new muscle that made him such a meat-head, but he had never gone so far as to say he was going to rub one out in the gym showers before.

It was all very strange to him. He had known Travis for years and he was never this much of a show-off or so proud of his own dick. What was even stranger was that he seemed to change almost overnight about two weeks ago. Just at about the same time Marek started acting funny as well.

Whatever exercise that he and Travis were doing at the Pump It Gym was working on both of them. Just like Travis, he put on a decent amount of muscle nearly overnight and had even seemed to gain a few inches in height. But unlike Travis, Marek had always been a bit of a show-off when it came to his conquests and progress at the gym. After he had started working out with Travis, all that talk and bluster seemed to stop. He hadn't even seen him bring home a girl in days and half the time when he was home Marek would be walking around or lounging on the couch completely naked or just in a pair of briefs that hugged his ass like cling-wrap.

He at least respected Brett enough to go to his room whenever he was dressed like that, but he was at least a little modest before. He reasoned that perhaps all that working out and sudden muscle growth was from a bad streak of girls lately, but he seemed to be taking care of that urge all by himself. Sure, they were still guys and they needed to rub one out every now and again, but Marek was like a 14-year-old when it came to how often Brett could hear him in the bathroom jacking off.

Whatever it was, he hoped that his dry spell would end soon. He was tired of walking by Marek's room and it reeking of cum.

Still, that did not explain Travis's sudden change in attitude.

He had tried asking him about his sudden change in personality, but the moment he started talking to him he seemed to shift back to his normal jock-ish self. He said it was probably all the testosterone and his recent gains that made him shift into "alpha male" mode from time to time. Brett would always take his friend at his word though, but that didn't seem to shake the feeling he had that his two friends were acting strangely.

"Maybe it's because of the gym...I ought to go with them sometime..." Brett muttered to himself before making his way back to his locker.

Both Travis and Marek seemed keen on him joining them for their daily workouts, but with classes and practice he could never find the time.

As he secured his towel and stripped down to his jockstrap he began thinking about his schedule as the rest of the locker room emptied out. Reaching into his locker and fishing out his phone, he looked over his calendar to see what he had planned. Swiping past a few normal alerts he had set up, he suddenly remembered that his Friday evening class was cancelled for this week due to a schedule conflict.

"Maybe I can meet up with them then..."

Brett smiled and quickly shot Marek a text before getting dressed. Hopefully the offer to work out together still stood and he could come along with Travis or Marek to he could see just what it is they were doing that made them pack on so much muscle.

Slamming his locker shut, Brett then then made his way out from the locker room and out of the gym. Leaving the room completely empty.

...Almost.

Coach Anthony Hendricks opened the door to his office and peered into the locker room. The students had all left but he could hear one of the showers running in the back. Letting out a sigh he stepped out into the musky smelling room and made his way towards the showers.

"Damn kids wasting water..." He muttered to himself as he passed by a few benches that had been pushed out of their normal spots.

Grunting in annoyance, Anthony stopped and pushed them back. It was then he noticed that one of the students had also left their clothes scattered around as well.

"I'm not their damn maid..." he muttered to himself before he went towards the showers.

Taking a few steps forward, his heavy feet began to echo into the tiled room heavily filled with steam. A moaning sound then echoed back and caught Anthony off guard when he realized he wasn't alone.

Stepping past the threshold of the room, Coach Hendricks peered inside and saw that the stalls were empty, but one shrouded figure was at the end of the room. With all the hot water the person was using, a heavy fog had built up in the room and didn't give him a clear view of whomever it was. But judging by the way their shadow were hunched over, with arms moving back and forth in a steady rhythm it wasn't hard to guess just what they were doing.

"HEY! You can't do that in here!" the Coach shouted out.

"J...just one more sec...almost...nnngh...done..." the voice responded.

"I don't give a shit! Stop doing that and get out of here right now before I have you written up for indecent exposure!" Hendricks said before turning his back, his cheeks blushing red with embarrassment.

"I...AHH NEIIIIIIIIIIIIIGH!" the voice cried out.

Anthony Hendricks's entire body flinched.

"The fuck...did you bring a horse in here?" Anthony shouted out into the misty void, his embarrassment now replaced with disgust.

"Heh... hahh....half right there bro..."

The sound of the faucet being shut off then echoed through the room and the mist covering it began to dissipate.

Coach Hendricks furrowed his brow as a mental reflex told him to correct the way he was being spoken to. But only one person spoke to him like that...

The mist quickly began to dissipate, a figure unlike any Anthony had ever seen before then suddenly came into view. Standing at a towering seven feet height, with a build like a muscular monster, was something he had never imagined possible. It was covered with snowy white fur and had a blonde mane that shone with a bright lustre in the steam filled room.

"What...who are you?" Hendricks stammered out.

The creature then let out a deep, resounding chuckle as he stepped forward. The sound of hooves hitting the tile floor then began to echo out across the room just as the mist began to fully dissipate.

"What, don't recognize me coach?" the horse man said as he held out his hoof-tipped hand, which held in it a thick glob of white goo.

"San-ders?" Hendricks said with a horrified tone.

"That's right bro..."

Hendricks didn't get another moment to react, the horse man then shoved his hand onto the coach's face, smothering him in his face-consuming palm while the white goo that he had been holding covered his face.

Hendricks gagged, and reflexively swallowed. Whatever the beast had been holding had a salty and musky taste to it that lingered on his tongue. As the creature recoiled its hand, Anthony Hendricks blinked in surprise as he felt the lingering fluid drip from down his face and a burning sensation built in his chest.

"What the fuck was that..." Hendricks said as his eyes shot wide open.

"Your initiation bro..."

Referral Program - Marek Ridley

From head to toe every part of Marek's body just...itched.

It had been a few weeks sense his "personal training" session at the _Pump-It Gym. _Back then he would have never imagined that what seemed like a little friendly competition with his friend Travis would end with his entire world had been turned on his heel.

Not that he was complaining in hindsight.

His Stallion had granted him an incredible gift after all. He would rarely tire even after the most extensive workout and his muscles had grown to sizes he had never even dreamed of. But by far, his favourite gift had to be how much his cock had grown sense that day. He had a modest five inches to be proud of before, but now he sported a nine-inch sausage that could produce enough cum to fill up a coffee mug.

But that was just when he was human.

But his _Stallion_had made the rules very clear. Unless he was in a safe and secure place and wasn't being watched, he wasn't allowed to change back into his sexy stallion form. That meant that he could only truly relax whenever he was at home at his shared apartment, or in someplace private...like the showers of the locker room.

Marek had been smiling softly for the past ten minutes as he sat on the bleachers just outside of the gym. Even while out on the field he could smell the potent scent of wet horse on the wind coupled with the musky tinge of sex. Luckily the rest of his team was out on the field running drills. They likely wouldn't pick up on the smell until they went back inside.

But to Marek, with his improved body and senses he could practically feel Travis's huge body in all its equine glory through the thick brick walls of the gym a few feet away.

Travis had told him via text yesterday that he was planning on converting the wrestling team from the top down, starting with Coach Hendricks.

"He must have gotten him..." Marek muttered to himself as he groped himself through his gym shorts.

The thought of the bulky, aged coach being turned into a powerful stallion was an image that Marek couldn't keep out of his head. Part of him wanted to go down to the locker room and see just how the old man had turned out. Maybe even get a quick BJ in before Travis took a turn at his ass.

A shiver of pleasure shot down Marek's spine as he remembered just how deeply Travis had filled him when they had first changed. He had never taken much notice of his member before in the showers, but that beastly sized equine cock just found a way to hit his prostate in just the right places.

A tingle started to build in Marek's crotch, he could already feel his junk start to swell and grow in his shorts. When the pressure started to build he knew he had to control himself. He was still very exposed, and with an equine cock between his legs he knew he wouldn't be able to help himself from jerking off on the stands. That would blow his cover and risk the whole operation.

Taking a few deep breaths, Marek tried to calm himself down. He willed his cock back to its semi-normal size, although he couldn't stop his enlarged member from growing hard. It was lucky that he still had on his jock from practice though, otherwise some on-lookers might have thought he was smuggling a baseball bat down his shorts.

Once he had calmed down he brought his focus back to the plan his stallion had set out. They were to infect the various clubs and teams around campus. Once they had the numbers they would then take over the entire school, then lead on to the town. It was a plan he could agree with now that he had been changed. His previous "straight" self would have been repulsed, but now the thought of having an entire school populated by muscle-bound stallions was something that made him feel giddy.

This would be his first infection though, he would have to get it just right.

Part of him had hoped that maybe he and Travis could have worked together and infected Brett in their apartment. Once he was ready then the three of them could have worked on converting the wresting and soccer teams. He had even argued that if Travis wanted to infect the wrestlers, it would have been easier to start with Brett rather than the coach.

Both of them were friends with him already and he had easy access to him 24/7. They could just come in one night, get a few drinks in him, then turn that night into a three-way none of them could ever forget.

But Travis refused, he said that the moment he changed his "bro" had to be just right.

Marek of course was annoyed by this prospect. Not changing Brett meant that he had to keep up appearances and remain human while he was at home. But Travis was adamant. Perhaps once he finished converting the members of his fraternity he would be ready to give Brett the introduction into their new little "herd".

Until then, Marek had to keep himself in check and clean up after all his messes in the shower. His _Stallion_had instructed him that it was only his cum that was infectious. But when you have the libido and balls of a horse, its more than a little easy to cum out a bit more than expected.

Luckily, all that production would come in handy with what he had planned.

Down on the field, the soccer team was in the full swing of practice. Men of all shapes, sizes and colours raced across the field chasing after the checkered ball while the other half of the team did their best to stop them. They were just doing simple drills at the moment though, working on the fundamentals and rounding out their skill set. Coach had already left the captain in-charge and left the team to their own devices. That day however, it was particularly hot. Sweat had soaked through most of the players uniforms early on into practice. So when the team split for drills, the captain decided to organize the teams and save on laundry in the process. A classic game of "Shirts Vs. Skins" then began, leaving one half bare-chested while the others suffered through their soaked uniforms.

Most of the shirtless players were fit in their own right, but it was the captain that Marek couldn't keep his eyes off of. Daniel Rowe, the tanned and muscular captain of the soccer team.

Daniel was from California and a born and raised surfer. He had a fit and streamlined body type that he had earned from countless hours out on the water that made him look like he had just come straight out of a Hollywood modelling centre. But he also had the look of a skater, with long brown hair kept back in a neat pony-tail and with piercings through his ears and eyebrows.

During the time Marek had known him, off the field he was a traditional surfer dude, generally laid back and relaxed most days. Whenever he would find him on campus would often be found lounging around somewhere, either working on his board or catching a quick nap in a shaded area.

But once he stepped into his equipment and out onto the field, his personality underwent a drastic transformation. Gone was the goofy surfer dude and in his place, was an assertive and driven tactician. During practice, he would be barking orders and implementing new strategies with surprising success. Even the coach had acknowledged his ability to command respect on the team and he would often leave him in charge whenever he had to step away. But one step off the field and he was back to normal, speaking in his usual surfer lingo with a bright look in his eyes.

But it was off the field that he and Marek had running competition. In the past, Marek had always considered himself to have the best sex appeal at Navren. But once Daniel had arrived, he soon began encroaching upon that title. From that point on the two then began to develop a friendly rivalry to see who could bed the most girls. Daniel, was the one who had the looks. He was a natural draw to men and woman alike just when they took one look at him. Admittedly Marek was no pushover himself when it came to his handsome face, but when you put the two of them side-by-side it was a clear winner for who was the most attractive. But what Daniel had in looks, he lacked in intelligence and charisma.

Unfortunately, unless it was on the topics of soccer, surfing or skating, Daniel was clueless. The reality of why he had come to Navren was no real secret, as he had flunked out of the courses back home and needed to complete his degree somewhere far away.

Apparently, he had been improving sense then from what he had heard. Lucky for him though, with all his admirers he had no shortage of people willing to tutor him.

Unfortunately for Marek though, all that sex appeal had gotten him dangerously close to exposing himself.

He had been attending practice with the rest of the team as per-usual. Although now having to keep his equine side under-wraps. But when the coach had dismissed them to run drills for the next half hour, he found that he couldn't focus when the team started taking off their shirts.

With all this fragrant display of muscle right in front of him, he could hardly resist the urge to change right then and there. Even now he felt the itch to go down and infect someone so that he could feel a big stallions cock fill him just for a minute.

But he remembered his _Stallions_words and bit his lip. He managed to feign an injury so that he could sit from the bleachers and watch...and wait for his chance to start his plan.

As time went on, players would go to the cooler kept at the base of the bleachers. It was a large bright orange tub that had a sports drink inside that would help them keep hydrated and refreshed all throughout practice. But on a hot day like this, the team was going for drinks more often than they probably should have. But that was all according to plan. Soon, it would run dry and Marek could enact his plan of corrupting the entire team all at once. Sure it would take some time, but subtlety would be necessary to make this idea work.

Eventually, one sweat covered teammate approached the cooler with a cup in hand expecting to get a refreshing drink. Placing the cup under the tap, he pressed down only for the tub to let out a small trickle of brightly coloured drink. The player groaned at the lack of refreshment, tilting the cooler in an attempt to draw just a few more precious drops into his cup. But even as he managed to fill his cup only half-way, the heat had already tainted the drink, making it warm and disgusting. The player only managed to take one sip before immediately spitting it out.

"Hey Daniel! We need a refill over here!" The player cried out as he held his partially filled cup up high.

Out on the field, Daniel paused in mid play before turning to the bleachers and the clock above the scoreboard. With time still left to perform a few more drills turned his gaze towards Marek.

"Will you be ok to get us some more man?" He shouted from across the field.

Resisting the urge to grin he stood up and nodded.

"Sure, I think I can manage!" He shouted back.

Marek then stood up and slowly walked down the steps to keep up with appearances. Once he had gotten to the bottom; he took the cooler by one of the built-in handles and lugged it behind him as me made his way towards the gym.

As he approached the building, the scent of wet horse that he had caught earlier seemed to grow stronger the closer he got to the building. After stepping inside Marek found that practically the entire gymnasium smelled of a barn, its aroma stirring his groin and causing his skin to tingle.

With the scent being this strong, even the team would be able to notice. But If everything went according to plan, the smell of sex and horse would only serve to speed up the changes after they had been corrupted.

Crossing the main floor, Marek noticed that the gym was completely empty save for the wrestling mat laid out on the floor. He had seen wresting practice going on when he had changed for soccer, and could only assume that Travis must have already decided to strike.

"Probably waited for them to clear out..." Marek muttered to himself as he adjusted the barrel and opened the door to the male locker room.

One benefit of having Travis as a captain meant that the coach trusted him enough to leave left them to their devices after they finished the main practice. Generally, it would go on for an hour longer, but the coach would always duck out a little early for some reason or another. It had already been a half-hour sense he had left for a "doctor's appointment" so he was probably long gone by now.

As the doors to the locker room swung open, Marek was immediately buffeted by the pungent smell of sex and testosterone. Supressing a moan, he was forced to stop to adjust himself as his cock had begun to harden, the thick slab of meat starting to tent in his tightly fitting soccer shorts. Positioning his meat to the side, he then made his way inside, listening to the new sounds of moaning and grunting echoing from around the corner. Marek felt the urge to change as he walked ever closer to the scent that had been taunting him for so long. As he rounded the corner, he finally saw the sources of the lust-filled cries as he caught a glimpse of two beasts rutting in the room.

Grunting and moaning with a steady rhythm were two horse-like men, both covered in fur with hooves the size of dinner plates. The larger of the two had the smaller bent over a bench, the smaller propping itself up on its thick and powerful arms while his hole was being pounded by the larger horse. The smaller horse was a grey furred stallion that Marek had never recognized before, but he clearly seemed to be enjoying himself as his massive cock slapped against his belly. The larger horse was a stark white with a golden mane one he knew all too well.

"Nnnngh...hey bro...want a go at his mouth?" Travis said with a grunt as he grabbed hold of the other horse's tail and gave him a particularly powerful thrust that buried his cock deep inside.

"Fuck me Sanders! Fuck me hard!" the other horse cried out in a deep, resounding voice.

From that point, there was no mistaking it. This other horse could be none other than Coach Hendricks.

Before, Hendricks was a bit of an older man, with greying hair and a tubby, but stocky build. But now there was only a muscular stallion covered in grey and white splotched fur. Strangely enough, he had a unique pattern along his mane, striped almost like a zebra with the pattern extending to the short-kept mop on top of his head. Below that his tail was long and flowing, coloured a stark white that ended with a blackened tip. Beneath him and throbbing with anticipation was a flared equine cock that was as black as coal and was nearly as thick as a baseball bat.

Marek had to bite his lip to resist, but the rest of his body screamed to join in.

"I....nnngh...wish I could. But I've got my own plans. But it's good you're here. Finish up quick and help me keep the doors locked. I've got an idea and I'm going to use this." Marek said as he lifted the orange canister.

"Ohhh...your gonna...fuck your tight...spike their drinks? Shit, we might have an orgy on our hands soon then. Sounds fucking awesome." Travis grunted in-between thrusts into the other horse.

"That's the plan, you in?" Marek asked.

"FFFFFFFFFUCK! Hell yea I'm in. Just let me bust a nut in coach here and I'm betting he will be ready to go too." Travis said as he gave the coaches' ass a firm slap.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh FUCK ME!" The grey stallion shouted as his flared cock slapped against his belly impatiently.

"Sounds like coach might be into it as well..." Marek said as his cock began to harden in his shorts.

Travis smirked and went back to ploughing his latest convert. Marek had to force himself to look away to keep himself from giving in and joining the other two stallions. Shuffling his way towards the coach's office, he found it thankfully unlocked and stepped inside.

The inside of the office was large, but cluttered. All of the male coaches shared this single space, but that meant that several desks were crowded along the walls and the centre was filled with shelves littered with equipment.

Dragging the canister behind him, Marek went to where several gallon sized jugs of sports drinks were kept in the corner.

Popping the lid off from the cooler, Marek grabbed two nearby jugs and went to work. He screwed the caps off both bottles and took one in each hand as he poured their contents into the cooler. Before, he could only manage to hold one of these things at a time with both hands to keep them from spilling. But now, with his new strength and size he could manage this task with ease.

And soon, he would grant that strength to the rest of his team.

Once the bottles were emptied, Marek smiled as he swiftly pulled down his shorts and jock with one swift tug, exposing his semi-hard shaft to the open air. He carefully positioned himself above the cooler, his cock pointing down into the colourful liquid as he started to feel his loins stir.

Grabbing hold of his member, he slowly began to tug and pull on the shaft. Having just seen two other stallions going at it meant that it wasn't long until he was rock hard and drooling pre. A single drop fell into the vat, followed by another and another. Marek moaned as he let the changes that he had been holding back finally run their course. Within his grip, Marek could feel his cock begin to grow, surpassing its human length and pushing towards his proud equine size. The mushroom shaped tip of his cock began to flatten and flare, the stream of pre speeding up as it went from the occasional drop to a full-blown stream. His balls were the last to grow as they returned to their enlarged size, hanging low and heavy with his pent-up seed. Not wanting to go full equine however, Marek managed to stem the tide of his changes to just give him his equine cock back. But as the thick member throbbed angrily in his grasp, he knew that he needed to work fast or else the rest of him would follow suite.

He knew that he couldn't completely flood the vat with his seed, the taste would be too noticeable and he might miss a few players. No, he needed just enough to infect the team and hide its traces. Which meant he would need to control his flow...and hide any evidence.

Giving his enlarged cock a squeeze, Marek moaned as he could feel his orgasm build. After being on edge for so long, his seed was building up to a breaking point. Yet he also needed to find a way to hold back just enough to keep him from white washing the whole tub.

It took some intense concentration, but he eventually managed to keep himself from going full-horse right then and there as his cock finally shot out the first volley of his corruptive seed. Marek bit his lip as he produced an inhuman amount of spunk that flooded his mind with endorphins. But as the tub started to look a little milky, he pointed his cock upwards and took the flared shaft head into his mouth.

Then the flood-gates broke.

Marek's cheeks bulged as his spunk filled his mouth. But he savoured every drop of his corruptive seed, swalling as much as he could until he could take it no longer. Luckily it was then that the flow began to slow down, drooling down the length of his shaft and dripping onto the floor of the office in a milky white puddle.

Once his cock had stopped, Marek gasped and let his member loose, the thick shaft bobbing up and down a few times before it finally began to soften. Marek licked his lips as he savoured the taste of his own seed before looking down at the brew he had created. The surface had a few swirls of his spunk inside, but if he added a bit more drink and stirred it well, no one would be the wiser. Smiling to himself, Marek grabbed a few more bottles and disguised his tainted mixture. Sealing the barrels top, he spun the mixture around a few times for good measure before placing it back on the ground.

With the task done, he took his cock in hand and stuffed it back into his jock. However, after having just got off he couldn't manage to bring it back to its human size and shape.

"Whatever..." he muttered to himself as he pulled up his shorts, leaving him with an almost obscene bulge.

"Soon it's not gonna matter..." he continued with a lust-driven smile as his cock continued to leak pre into his stuffed shorts.

With cooler in hand Marek went from the office to the lockers to all the way out on the field. Catching another glimpse of Travis and the Coach in action had not helped with current pent-up hormones and with his cock having gone fully equine he knew that it wouldn't take a braniac to figure out that he was hiding something down his shorts. So, he kept to the shadows, avoiding any passer-by's until he made it to the bleachers and set the barrel back from where it had sat.

The sound of the heavy jug striking the metal was like a sirens song for the team as it echoed across the field. Nearly everyone immediately turned their heads towards the bleachers right as Marek sat it back down. The team raced forward in a dehydrated frenzy with cups in hand like they hadn't had a drink in days. Seeing them coming, Marek quickly rushed off and hid under the bleachers to avoid being seen in his current state. The heavy footsteps of his team echoed through the hollow metal bleachers as they grabbed a drink and sat down, chatting amongst themselves as the rest likely lined up for their own turn. A loud clamour then soon started to build that Marek couldn't make any sense of, but then a single voice seemed to cut through the crowd.

"Alright alright, there's plenty for everybody guys. Grab your drinks and hit the showers. We have a match with North Shore coming up and I want everyone rested for practice tomorrow!" Cried out Daniel.

The team let out a moan of disapproval, but by the sounds of footsteps coming down the bleachers, Marek knew that they would obey their captain. Soon players then passing by the bleachers with cups in hand as they made their way back towards the gym. Marek smiled an almost manic grin as he watched the new converts parade past him. His cock was practically throbbing in his shorts with anticipation as his pre-began to leak through the fabric of his shorts.

Thankfully no one seemed to notice him in his hiding spot. Probably because they all were too exhausted from practice. Everyone seemed to have a cup in their hand though, which meant that it was very unlikely that no one had missed out on his "special" drink. Still, Marek knew that normally it would take some time for the drink to take effect. Hopefully once they got inside, it would trigger and make them more likely to stay in the gym and make this infection a bit more manageable...

"Hey Dude!" came a sudden cheerful voice from behind.

Marek felt his heart leap into his throat and he jumped in surprise. Quickly turning his head and cupping his crotch, he realized that it was none other than Daniel standing behind him. The captain was, shirtless, drenched in sweat with a crumpled cup in his hand as he flashed him a bright grin.

"Woah! Didn't mean to spook ya bro. I was just hoping you were doing alright, I mean when you fell it looked pretty gnarly...How's your foot?" Daniel asked

"I...its fine thanks. I was just getting a bit of shade before I hit the showers." Marek stammered.

Daniel smirked and bobbed his head.

"Alright, well I'd feel better if I got a look at it. Coach would kill me if he found out one of our best strikers was out of comissh . Lemme take a look at that foot."

Marek flinched...but then suddenly realised that Daniel had already taken a drink.

He was already his...

"Sure, go right ahead..." Marek said as his tone suddenly shifted to a deadly calm.

Marek made a show of slowly turning himself around, making sure that Daniel could take in in the sight of his improved physique that his Stallion had given him. But he would strike the killing blow to the other man by giving him a glimpse of the massive leaking tent he sported between his legs.

Daniel immediately reacted at the sight of Marek's massive equipment and turned out of reflex. But from the side of his face Marek could tell that part of Daniel had to be at least a little curious, or at least jealous as his eyes darted back to his package.

"I...oh...woah man...I didn't realize that was why you were hiding. Shit though...you have to be packing some serious sausage down there." Daniel stammered awkwardly, his cheeks flush with embarrassment.

"Yea, it's why the ladies love me..." Marek said in a sarcastic tone, taking a glimpse of Daniels own swelling crotch.

"Ye..yea...shit I would think they would be more scared of it than anything. You gotta be hung like a horse..." Daniel said, his eyes still being drawn back down to Marek's massive tent.

"You don't gotta be embarrassed man. We are both guys here." Marek said with a smile as he reached down and adjusted himself through his shorts.

Daniel seemed hesitant to agree, but deep within his mind the barriers were being broken down. Eventually he slowly turned back to Marek, looking him right in the eye before his gaze went southward.

"I...I guess. But shit bro! You gotta be hung like a goddam horse!" Daniel said as he looked down at Marek's crotch in wonder.

"Funny choice of words..." Marek said as he grabbed hold of the waistband of his shorts and jock.

Marek had to struggle slightly with his waistband for a moment, but soon he was able to let his equine meat free.

Daniel lept a good foot backwards at the sight of his teammate's alien looking cock, nearly missing an overhead bar in the process. Something told Marek that he had obviously never seen a horse's cock before, much less one on a human body.

"Dude...what the fuck is up with your cock? Its...its huge bro! It didn't look like that before!" Daniel said with a frightened tone.

"Been looking at my cock Rowe?" Marek said with a coy grin as he grabbed his shaft with one hand and began to rub it up and down.

Daniel grit his teeth and cringed. But he quickly recovered.

"I mean, all guys look at each other's at some point or another...but what you have, that isn't normal man!" Daniel said as he pointed a finger towards Marek's crotch.

Marek smirked and approached the captain, slowly willing his equine side out into the open as he kicked off his soccer cleats and stepped out from the pool of his shorts.

"Well it's gonna be normal for the whole team soon. Especially after you all drank from that barrel" Marek said as his body began to shift.

Slowly, Marek made his body expand back to its equine size. Still wearing his gym shirt, the fabric stretched as his pectoral muscles grew broad and wide while the arms struggled to contain the growing mass that was soon filling them. With careful control and precision, Marek then rose a single foot into the air, willing it to transform in an instant before bringing it down as a digitigrade hoof. He repeated the same transformation with his other foot while his legs swelled with muscle and his sandy brown fur began to grow in.

"What...what the fuck are you talking about." Daniel said as he froze in place, the bulge in his shorts swelling even larger than before.

"You're going to join the herd, the whole team is. I'm just lucky that I get you all to myself before the team paints the locker room white." Marek said as his muzzle pressed out, shifting his hair into a sleek black mane that ran down the length of his back.

Daniel gulped in fear, but he did not retreat. Marek smiled and slowly turned around, giving Daniel a full show of his backside and rear before bending over just as his tail came in.

Giving his tail a swish, he gave Daniel a clear view of his hole, puckering it slightly in invitation for what was to come next.

"Now come on captain...ride me like a cowboy." Marek said as his final changes completed.

Finally back in his equine form, Marek had never felt so relieved. But tempting Daniel like this was just the icing on the cake. Grabbing hold of his powerful legs, Marek smiled as he awaited what was to come. From behind he could hear Daniel groaning and mumbling about something...but then he felt a warm hand on his ass while another grabbed hold of his tail and held it high. Marek turned back and smiled as he saw that Daniel had completely given in. His eyes were hazed with lust and he was practically panting with need. He gave him no other warning or prompting as he pressed his human cock into his ass, making Marek hum with approval as the smaller mans cock slowly started to slide in and out.

It was not like when he had first been filled by Travis and his stallion, but he knew that the captain would grow into it...and hopefully grow to be a fine specimen of a stallion.

Letting out the occasional grunt, Daniel thrust in and out of the horse's hole, his cock growing longer and thicker with each passing moment. As his passion grew, so did his body as the surfers build he had gained began swelling with muscle across every inch of his well-toned body.

"Shit bro...I mean I've been with guys before but fuck...your ass just sucks me in!" Daniel cried out.

"You'll grow into it I'm sure...now harder!" Marek shouted, forcing his hips back and sucking in as much of Daniels cock as he could manage.

Daniel moaned and started to speed up. Marek liked it rough; and if the captain's drills were anything to say about him, he would be pounding him until he couldn't stand.

Thrusting in and out like a rutting beast, Daniels cock continued to grow as it embedded itself into Marek's insides. Thrust after thrust added more length to what had already been an impressive six-inch member. But that length would not satisfy a cock-hungry horse like Marek. Almost as if the changes were responding to the other horse's need, it kept growing larger and thicker, swelling past the size of Daniels previous forearms and passing over a foot in length.

Marek moaned as he finally felt the flared tip of Daniels changing cock hit his sweet spot.

"Fuck yesssssss....." Marek hissed as his own cock throbbed eagerly.

A hand then suddenly came down onto Mareks ass, sending a sting of pain through his rump that only seemed to turn him on even more.

"I'm gonna stuff you good bitch!" Daniel cried out.

Marek coo'ed at the sudden dirty talk and domineering change in Daniels attitude. He had swapped from the relaxed surfer dude to the strict soccer team captain. And Marek couldn't be any happier.

"Fuck yea! I'm a fucking dirty slut who needs to be bred!" Marek shouted in response.

The grip Daniel had on his tail only tightened as he buried his cock DEEP.

"Fuck yea, slutty little horse. Gonna breed you till you cum." Daniel groaned, his face starting to change and his voice deepening.

Marek moaned, pushing his hips back in submission to give the more dominant stallion more access to his ass. Turning his head back to look at the changing man in the eye, he could see that he had nearly completely given into his equine urges.

A pelt of sandy brown fur had already spread across Daniels chest, which had swollen to a firm shelf that cast a shadow over his perfectly formed abdominals. His arms were nearly twice the size they had been before and were covered in a network of veins that covered his biceps like twisting rivers. Although he could not see what was happening below the waist, Marek could feel the heavy stomping of hooves next to his own as Daniel would force his cock deep into his insides.

"Fuck man I'm going to shoot. Once I feel you then you gotta cum got it?" Daniel moaned as his thrusts became less powerful, but more rapid.

"Yes sir!" Marek cried out as he felt the throbbing of Daniels cock nearly match up with the rhythm of his own.

Daniel then started to grunt, his breathing becoming more and more erratic as his face pushed forward and formed into a small muzzle. His piercings on his eyebrows remained as his face was re-formed into an equine shape and somehow the ones in his ears had been transferred over to the new ones atop his head. Soon he was completely equine from head to toe, or hoof to be more exact. The grunting sounds were replaced with huffs and the occasional nicker, and Marek could feel Daniels enlarged scrotum slapping against his rear. The man made stallion only lasted a few moments after the final changes had finished, giving Marek a few more deep thrusts before finally his cock let loose its load.

"NNNNNEIIIIIGH!!!!!!" Daniel whinnied as the flared tip of his cock swelled deep within Marek, sending a thick blast of cum that filled his insides.

Marek took that as his que, squeezing down on Daniels cock and letting his own inhibitions fly. Soon his member was firing off wildly onto the witherd grass below, coating it in white goo that seeped into the soil and nearby metal bleacher.

As the two of them spent themselves, Daniel seemed hell bent on keeping the two of them together. Holding onto Marek tight, he made sure that his cock had been squeezed of every drop of his seed before he even began to pull out. Marek however did not complain, instead relishing in every inch of Daniels massive cock as it slowly was pulled out from within.

Eventually, the two of them finally split. With Daniels cock soon followed a flood of seed that spilled its way out from inside Marek that joined with the pool that Marek had formed with his own cum.

"F...F....fuck..." Daniel finally managed to say in-between breaths.

"Intense the first time isn't it?" Marek said as he slowly stood up, seed still leaking from his hole and spilling down his leg.

"...and the rest of the team is going to turn into horses like us?" Daniel asked.

Marek paused and instinctively turned his ear outwards. He could hear sounds nearby, sounds of moaning, coupled with a few frightened shouts that were quickly silenced.

"Yea, but we better be there for the team. Wouldn't want them to have all the fun themselves now would we captain?"

"Fuck no!"

Registration - Brett Matthews

Having arrived about ten minutes early, Brett decided to wait outside the "Pump-It Gym" until Travis and Marek arrived. Finding an empty bench, he grabbed a seat and made himself comfortable before letting out a sigh. All the hard work and stress from the week had taken its toll on him. Classes had been brutal on him and practice was no picnic either. With all the tests and all the new strategies that had been drilled into his head; it would take him time to process it all. A stress-free workout with his friends was just what he needed to help clear his head.

And maybe just find out just what all the fuss about the gym was now that it had re-opened.

As he waited outside the gym, Brett watched the crowd of people milling in and around the gym in various levels of size. He thought it a bit odd that there were so many people out and about though. It was 7:00 on a Friday night after all, that's when most gyms went empty while everyone went to the bar. Brett reasoned that perhaps the new renovations were drawing more people. A new attraction was always a crowd draw, but the gym had been re-opened for about three weeks now. Whatever was going on in there had to be pretty special.

As time went on, Brett continued to watch as more people began to pass by him. He started to recognize a few faces, mostly teammates, along with people he had known around campus. As more and more people pooled inside the building though, he couldn't help but notice that nearly everyone there seemed to have a very well-built body.

It was almost as if there was some kind of bodybuilder convention in town. Brett had worked out here before and had a pretty good idea of the type of people who worked out there. Back then, most of the clientele tended to weigh in on the more average side with the occasional group of wrestlers or guys from one of the other teams to break up the trend. This however seemed a little out of the ordinary.

As more and more massive looking guys started to walk past him he couldn't help but feel a little intimidated. His training as a wrestler had always taught him that size and weight did not always matter in a fight, but these guys were unreal. Nearly all of the people who were going into the gym were wearing singlets, giving everyone a clear view of their powerful builds and their well-formed muscles. There was hardly anyone there that didn't have biceps the size of hams and there could be enough shade from their pectorals to blot out the sun. Brett had never seen so many buff and ripped looking guys ever gather in one place before in his life and he had been to several wrestling tournaments!

With such a crowd of meatheads, Brett was beginning to regret his decision to come here. At first, he had suggested this workout so that he could hang with his two friends and maybe find out the secret of their sudden growth. Now though, he was worried he might get thrown around like a medicine ball.

He then started to think back to the news stories he had heard over the past few days. Reporters all over town were running stories on what they called "A Startling New Trend" that was "Sweeping Across the Town". From what he heard it seemed that Travis and Marek were not the only ones putting on muscle in the blink of the eye. Everywhere, especially around the campus, men of all ages were rapidly putting on muscle and undergoing personality changes seemingly overnight. Some cried steroids, while others praised the new health consciousness of the town as a whole.

But then the media started changing the subject towards the increased number of "heartbreaks" that had been happening around town. Girls everywhere were suddenly becoming single as they claimed that their boyfriends broke up with them because "he wasn't into her anymore". Then a spree of public indecency events began being reported to the police all over town. Details on the subject were scarce thanks to privacy laws; but some of the rumours he had been hearing said that most, if not all of the incidents, involved two guys. The rumour mill had also said that it was just the female officers reporting these incidents as well, and that the mayor and chief of police were being very tight lipped on the subject.

Then again, they were both men.

Brett brushed off the stories and his paranoia as he shook his head. He had enough troubles to worry about without being distracted by whatever the news was latching into these days. And if the town had decided to become a little healthier? Then all power to them.

The only thing he was really concerned with was the change in both Marek and Travis's attitude. It was the main reason why he wanted to meet up with them in the first place after all.

"Hey bro!!!" cried out a deep, but enthusiastic voice from the distance.

Brett turned his head to see his long-time friend Travis walking up to the gym with Marek in tow. Both of them were dressed for a workout; although Travis seemed to be showing his ego once again. With his increased size, Travis had decided to go with just a loose-fitting tank top and a pair of shorts that hugged his frame tightly. Marek wasn't much different, although he was at least a little more modest with his t-shirt and basketball shorts. Still, his newly made bulk still showed through the thin athletic outfit that gave Brett a clear outline of his nipples.

"Hey man, Hey Marek!" Brett responded.

"Bro! I'm so glad you got the time to work out with us! Place is packed today for the big after-party and I'm sure with the three of us will be able to muscle our way onto some of the benches." Travis said with a wink as he gently nudged Marek.

"Yea, most guys tend to back down when they see this big fella." Marek said as he hiked his thumb up towards Travis.

Brett let out an "Ohhhh..."

"So that's why so many people are here this late. I thought there was some kinda body-builder meet going on."

Travis and Marek nodded, both of them smiling wide grins at the mention of it.

"Yea! It's a customer appreciation event. They invited all the teams that stayed with the gym and they are having a big buffet for those who kept loyal. Some people in there will be there just for the fun, but the rest want to work up a good sweat before chowing down!" Marek explained.

"Well that's cool of them, maybe we can grab a quick bite after we finish." Brett said as he got up from the bench and walked up to his friends.

"I plan on getting stuffed myself." Marek said coyly.

The three of them made their way inside the gym and true enough, the place was packed. There was a large crowd in the main atrium, all dressed for a workout, but none of them having looked like they had broken a sweat yet. Travis greeted a few people as they weeded their way through the crowd to the gate. As they approached the counter they saw a massive bald man behind it. He was bigger than any man Brett had seen before; looking almost mountainous as he loomed over the three of them. Brett smiled in an attempt to be polite, but the man seemed distracted by keeping his eyes on the crowd.

Shrugging it off, the three of them then gathered around the gate and let themselves in, the metal bar swinging forth as each of them pressed their pass on the scanner.

The inner area of the gym was not much different than the lobby. Most of the machines were filled and there were hardly any weights left on the racks. Large groups of guys were swapping out with each other as they crowded around the bench presses and free weights. The treadmills had all been taken, as well as the and many of the machines were occupied. As they walked through for an empty spot, Brett began to notice just how much the place had changed sense he had last visit. Even though the crowd he could see that there were so many more options for him to train than he had ever seen before. Many of the machines seemed new and updated, and he could even see what looked like a new boxing ring out in the distance. He could even see two guys having already paired off while a crowd watched.

"Damn, they really did fix the place up. Gonna have to come back when it's not so busy." Brett said as his eyes scanned the room.

"Yea bro, it's great. Best thing though is the classroom the owner runs. He has this crazy farming set-up that really kicks your ass, but gives you a good workout." Travis said as he pointed towards the room across from the main floor.

Brett turned his head and took a closer look at the sign that hung above the door to the new classroom that he recalled having been another cardio area.

"Iron Stable huh? Guess it's like pumping iron and working out on a farm...interesting idea." Brett muttered to himself before going back to examining the gym.

Travis placed a hand on Brett's back as he began to lead him through the gym. Finding a machine was proving to be difficult for the most part, but a few spots were open. The more popular machines had been taken over by groups that swapped out with one another after each set. Luckily though they managed to find an empty bicep curl machine sitting at the end of one of the rows.

"Hmmm...I prefer free weights, but this will have to do. You wanna go first?" Marek said as he looked towards Brett.

Brett nodded and pulled the towel he had from off his shoulders. Placing the towel on the arm rest to reduce any sweat on the equipment, he sat down and adjusted the seat. To start off, he decided to set the weight at a lighter grade than his normal routine. It had been a long-time sense he had used this machine, so it was always best to pump out a few short reps as a warmup before moving on to a heavier weight.

Brett reached forward and grabbed onto the bar. Taking a deep breath and letting it out, he slowly pulled the bar up, flexing his biceps and straining his arms until it reached the top. Brett then slowly lowered the bar, making sure not to let the metal weights clang against the others before pulling the bar back up again.

Brett continued to do this until he had finished a quick twenty. At such a low weight it was easy, but now it was time to really push it.

Without missing a beat, Brett lowered the bar and gently sat it down. He quickly adjusted the weight and went back to the same practiced motions he had been doing before, lifting the bar up, before letting it slowly back down.

Above him, Travis and Marek watched with a mixture of anticipation, and arousal as their friend pounded out his sets. Travis would adjust himself every now and again while Marek was biting his lip the entire time as he watched. Their gazes soon started to look hungry as they eyed every inch of Brett's body. Not that he was able to notice as he worked out.

Brett let out a gasp as he finished his set, feeling the strain in his arms after having done so many reps in one sitting. This was always the best way for him to warm up and get himself ready for a really good workout. It was sort of a wake-up call for his muscles to get them ready for more work in the coming trials.

After he had finished, he then got up from the bench and offered to his friends, which Travis took eagerly.

The titanic Travis however did not lower himself to the same weights that Brett had. With no hesitation, he adjusted the weight until it was practically all the way at the bottom. Drawing close to nearly two hundred pounds.

"Show off..." Brett said with a smirk.

"Heh, and this is just a warm up."

Travis let in a deep breath before letting it back out. He then grabbed the bar before him and quickly lifted it up before bringing it back down without hardly straining himself. As he pounded out rep after rep Brett was amazed. As he watched the weights go up and down on the machine it was almost as if the machine was under more stress than Travis's arms. Admittedly, In the past when he had worked out with Travis, this kind of weight was right at his maximum. But now he was pounding out the weight of a small fridge like it was practically nothing.

Eventually Travis stopped, showing no signs of exhaustion. Brett had counted at least 50 reps in that set alone. Part of him started to feel envious of his friend after that, there was no way he could ever hope to match that!

"Your turn bro." Travis said as he looked towards Marek.

Marek smiled and nodded, letting Travis get up before taking his seat and adjusting its height. Marek went for a smaller weight than Travis, but even he went for a heavier weight than Brett could ever imagine doing. Breathing and preparing himself like they had done, he was soon firing off reps like Travis had done, looking almost bored as he past Travis's 50 and made it all the way to a hundred!

"Shit guys...I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to keep up with you..." Brett said nervously.

"Heh, its ok bro, we aren't here to race. Keep at your own pace and I'm sure you will be lifting like me in no-time!" Travis said as he lifted his right arm and gave his bicep a flex.

Brett rolled his eyes in his response and sat back down. Taking a moment to adjust the weight again, Brett endeavoured to at least lift as much weight as Marek at the very least. Matching Travis would be like trying to lift a car, but if he could beat his roomie he wouldn't hear about it for the next few days...

The three boys then continued their workout un-interrupted, swapping between one another as they all began to build up a sweat. As their intensity increased, Travis's singlet began to hug his frame even tighter as the night went on and they took on other machines. Like two thick steaks, his pectoral muscles practically burst out of the shirt and his legs swelled so much that it was causing his shorts to ride up. Marek had also started to show some strain after a while, making his athletic shirt hug his entire torso, giving anyone a clear outline of not only his nipples, but his rock-hard abs as well.

Brett however was wearing down quickly as the night went on. Travis and Marek were working up a sweat sure, but they seemed to have the energy to keep on going no matter what. After just an hour of working a circuit of the machines, every part of Brett's body was sore and tired. Having been working hard at practice all week and working out on his own had left his energy reserves dangerously low for such a high intensity workout. As the room started to spin and his breath became short Brett was forced to call uncle.

"I...ha...I can't do it anymore man..." Brett said in-between gasps of breath as he approached Travis in the middle of a shoulder press set.

Travis's focused expression suddenly shifted to that of concern as he quickly lowered the bar.

"You ok bro? I'm sorry if we were working you too hard. Do you want to take a breather for now?" Travis asked as he sat back up.

"Y..yea. I guess I'm just more worn out from this week than I thought. Heh..." Brett responded.

Marek then came up to Brett's side and gave him a pat on the back as he examined his face.

"You're looking pretty red there dude. Don't push yourself any harder after all that practice you have been doing. Come-on, lets head to the locker room."

Travis wiped down the machine with his towel and stepped up to walk next to Brett. The three of them started to walk towards the far end of the gym where the lockers sat before the music playing over the intercom suddenly cut out.

The loud clamour of the gym suddenly stopped, everyone who had been working out immediately placed their equipment back as their attention was drawn towards the lobby at the buildings entrance. Even Travis and Marek had stopped dead in their tracks, their heads turned towards the counter where a titanic looking man was climbing.

"Gentlemen! Thank you so much for staying with us!" cried out a booming voice that rang out from across the room.

Brett turned his own head to see the man and was dumbstruck with what he saw.

This man not only was a massive beast of muscle, but he was completely NUDE!

"What the fuck?" Brett muttered as he took in the sight of this ripped and exposed Adonis.

"I know you have all been waiting for this all night, and I thank you for being patient. But the final preparations have been made. It's time to help any of the stragglers sign up for their lifetime memberships!" the man cried out as he pointed towards the crowd.

"Fuuuuck...." Travis said as he let out a moan.

"Yeaaaa...." Marek moaned in turn.

Brett paused and backed away from his friends, watching as the two of them began rubbing their hands across their bodies, their eyes looking distant and hazy as the two of them seemed lost in some post-orgasmic haze.

"I'm sorry bro...I wanted it to be something special. But it looks like the big hoss has something else in mind..." Travis groaned, the fabric of his tank-top stretching even further than before as his chest started to swell.

"Travis? Dude? What's going on? Why is that guy naked?" Brett said as his heart started to race.

Brett could hear Marek let out a deep moan from behind him. Suddenly then his arms were wrapped around him chest, holding him in a sensual hug as he began grinding his crotch against his back. It was obvious that he was already hard, but he could practically _feel_Marek's member growing in his shorts.

"Its gonna happen tonight...the whole herd is here and we are getting the last few people we need. That includes you man...oh fuck it's going to feel so awesome once your fucking me..." Marek cooed

Brett flinched before forcing Marek's arms off of him. He then gave Marek a rough push backward, nearly causing him to crash into a nearby machine.

"What the fuck is going on? What's the matter with you guys?" Brett said as he started to back away from his friends.

Travis let out another moan before he began fighting with his shorts. Without much reason or ceremony, he then pulled the front down, letting his cock free from its confines. His semi-erect member then started to grow, swelling in size and girth while the base of the shaft began to turn black as coal.

"Your gonna like it, trust me. Just have a taste and you can party with us all night. I'm sure your gonna love it bro." Travis said as his singlet began to tear down the centre, revealing a forest of soft white hairs that had spread across his chest.

Brett continued to back away as he watched his long-time friend undergo a strange and horrific transformation. The hairs that had begun to sprout across his chest had quickly started to spread across his entire torso; covering him in a blanket of soft white fur. His singlet, that had been struggling to contain his powerful frame for some time, finally lost out under the pressure and tore completely in half. This left Travis with his torso exposed and gave Brett a clear view of the strange changes going on underneath his skin.

Muscles and flesh began to swell and gyrate. Abdominals that had once been hidden by his stocky build quickly swelled in size and became even more defined underneath his growing pelt of fur. As the hair spread more and more across his body, every inch it seemed to pass gave Travis new muscle and definition. The two arms that he had been so proud of before grew to nearly twice their previous size. As the hair trailed to his fingertips and began their work on his hands, his biceps were already thick and powerful looking; with a heft to them that could give him the strength to lift impossible weights. As this was all taking place on his upper body though, his lower frame was not being ignored. Especially around his groin.

After having let his massive "beast" free, Travis's cock showed no signs of stopping its growth. Every second that passed seemed to add another inch onto the towering member, making it grow past his stomach and began to brush close to his mighty pectoral shelf. All while it continued to grow, the mushroom shaped tip had begun to broaden and flare out, losing its cone-like shape until it had become broad and flat with a distinctive flare.

Brett was at a loss for words, only able to watch as the fur creeped up Travis's neck while his face was warped and twisted into something inhuman. Travis's friendly face that he had known for years began to lengthen like it was made of rubber, his jaw and face stretching as if some invisible hand was pulling it away from himself. But as it grew, each bone and feature seemed to come into place almost seamlessly, proportioning the areas to make it seem almost human. But as the changes finished, he soon became anything but.

Moaning and groaning throughout the entire ordeal, Travis's eyes were glazed over with lust as his body finished growing. As the changes finally began to slow down, Brett could see now that Travis had added on even more muscle than he had ever had before. He also seemed to have grown a tail during the entire process, the long flowing blonde appendage swishing back and forth as he writhed in pleasure. Atop his head now also sat two distinctively equine ears that twitched as he took in the sounds of the room. It was only as he kicked off his shoes to reveal them having merged into a set of hooves that the growing finally stopped, leaving Travis as a very large and very nude horse-like man.

"What...what is going on...Travis? Is that you?" Brett managed to ask in a fearful tone as he looked up at the behemoth that had once been his best friend.

The horse-man let out a nicker, shaking his head and stretching its two massive arms before looking down at Brett.

"Yea it's me bro..." Travis responded in a deeper, more sensual voice.

"Don't forget about me..." came a voice from behind the wall of muscle that was Travis.

Brett blinked and looked to Travis's left. So, engrossed in watching his friend change, he had failed to notice that his roommate had been transformed as well. Like Travis, Marek had put on an impressive amount of height and muscle as he turned into a powerful looking equine. He was nowhere near the same height and size of Travis, but his body had been shaped into a more fit and toned body that accentuated his thick and throbbing cock and his firm looking ass. His fur was also brown, only a slight shade darker than his own human skin. Finally his mane was a dark as the midnight sky, having grown a little longer than Travis's to a point where it ran down the side of his face.

As Brett looked at his two friends in a mixture of horror and confusion, all the strange behaviour suddenly began to make sense.

"So, this is what happened to you? They turned you into some kind of...freaks?" Brett asked as he stepped back even further.

"Freaks? Ow, that's cold." The brown horse that was once been Marek said while placing a hand over his heart.

"We aren't freaks, we can change back and forth as much as we like. Plus, we got all this extra muscle and this huge tool." Travis responded as he pointed down to his thick and ponderous equine member.

"I'd say any smart dude would think this is a perk." Travis continued, taking a step forward after his friend.

"But...but you're not human! And you changed! And...and..." Brett stammered as he began pawing behind him for something to defend himself with.

"True, there is a catch. I'm not as much interested in the..." fairer sex" anymore. But when you have a whole herd of stallions to take care of you, you don't mind much." Marek responded, snaking his hand across Travis's waist and gently patting the white stallions massive throbbing cock.

Travis grunted and the flare of his cockhead swelled slightly at the sudden attention. From his strangely shaped cock's head, a single drop of precum leaked out from within. The clear fluid glistened in the light of the gym before slowly sliding down the length of its 15 inch length.

"You guys...this isn't normal! This isn't you! You gotta turn back, you gotta get help!" Brett said, before he suddenly backed into a warm, thick wall.

"Help? Son I think having this us more of a blessing than a curse."

Brett froze and suddenly turned around. Behind him, with his arms crossed over his chest was another horse-man. His fur was grey, with a few splotches of white that kept it from being one solid colour. Atop his head was a strangely coloured mane that seemed to be striped with black and white hairs, almost like a zebra...

"Coach?" Brett said as he suddenly recognized the voice.

The horse behind him grunted and smiled a lusty grin. His ebony shaded cock throbbed before him like a divining rod pointing right towards him.

Brett immediately lept forward, mistakenly bringing him closer to his two changed friends.

Caught between three massive horses, Brett was quickly running out of room. Reasoning with them was not going to work...he would need to make a break for it before he was caught completely between them. Keeping one eye on the horses closing in on him, he looked around for a gap between the machines that he might be able to squeeze through...

"Come on bro, you will love it. Just a taste and you will be joining up with us for a good party..." Travis said as he approached, his throbbing cock in hand.

"You'll get to fuck my fine ass and many others if you do..." Marek added, licking his lips and slowly stroking his own member.

"You'll help us win championships this fall...and then we can add even more players to our own stable..." Coach Hendricks said from the other side, his presence the closest as he came closer and closer.

Brett looked back and forth, desperate for an escape as he was being closed in on. There were only so many gaps between the closely placed equipment and none of them looked like they would fit him. Options were running out and so was space.

"I...I...YOU WONT TAKE ME!!!" Brett cried out.

Stunned by his sudden outburst, the horses all stopped, giving Brett his chance.

There was a small gap between a leg press machine and a calf raise machine. Ducking to the side, he squeezed himself through the small gap, banging his knee in the process as he forced his way through the equipment. He managed to get most of his torso through on the first push, but his leg was quickly snagged behind one of the ropes that managed the weights on the machine.

A large grey hand soon then attempted to grab him from between the gaps. But Brett managed to duck from underneath it and pry himself free just in time. Stumbling slightly he was now in the next row over, with his friends and teacher looming over him from behind the wall of equipment.

That move had bought him a little time, they definitely wouldn't be able to fit like he had, but all they needed to do was make their way down to the walls end and he would be trapped. He needed to think of a way to get out of the building and call the cops before he got caught.

"Heyyyyy captain...."

Brett froze and turned to where another horse-man was sitting at a chest fly machine. He could recognize that voice, it belonged to Henry Lautner!

Henry had a bright red mop of hair on the first day of practice on the wrestling team, but he had trimmed it down at his suggestion. Now he sported a coat of fur that was a deep red with a well-trimmed mane that was a chocolate brown. He was sitting back and relaxing while another stallion was going down on his cock, slurping his lengthy member eagerly while he frantically jerked his own member below.

"You want a turn? Or maybe you can borrow Stevens here. He's got a hell of a mouth on him." He casually asked.

Brett backed away immediately. Seeing his friends and coach changed was one thing, but his teammates as well? Just how far had this thing spread?

Brett ignored Henry's request and made a dash down the lane towards the end of the row.

Many of the machines were now occupied with horses using them for their own sexual activities. Some in pairs while others simply sat and watched while they worked their massive inhuman members. Brett was forced to keep constantly ducking and dodging around horses and torn clothes, the entire gym quickly becoming an orgy as the smell of sex filled the air. Reaching the end of the line, he was suddenly met with the sight of his friend Travis, or the horse he had become. Using his practiced goalie skills, he broadened his stance and gave him no exit from that direction. Thankfully, the equipment on this row was spaced much further apart than the other. With no effort at all, he managed to run through two machines into the next row, and then circled back to another.

Eventually he landed in the free weights section. The area was much more open and manoeuvrable, but it was also one of the most densely packed areas in the entire gym.

Poor souls captured by the other horses were all kept pinned on the bench press areas while others were held in small circle of powerful horses. On the benches, most men were pinned under a bar being held down by two other horses while a third stood above him jerking their cock. Brett only managed to catch a glimpse of one particular man just seconds before he was changed. He was a fat and balding looking man, looking extremely angry being pinned down and coated in the horse's recently spent load. It looked as if a good portion of it had landed on his face, some of it defiantly having gotten in his mouth. He was still quite defiant against his captors, but then his expression suddenly changed. His shouts of protests suddenly ended, the horses holding him down with the bar then lifted it up and placed it back where it had been before. Then, with nothing blocking him any further, the man sat up and immediately latched onto the nearest stallion's cock. The man who had shown such fire and resistance was then reduced to sucking the massive slab of meat as if it was mana from heaven. It was then his changes started, his flabby frame filling out with muscle while sprouting a thick coat of fur.

Brett's eyes went wide in fear. In just a matter of seconds the fat man was growing into just another stallion like the rest of them, desperate to milk even more seed from the horse's cock.

"Want a taste?"

Brett flinched and lept to the side, nearly colliding with another horse as he saw the brown stallion that had once been Marek. His hands were both on his cock, with him lewdly thrusting his hips as he fucked his own hands.

Cursing himself for getting so distracted, Brett made a run for it.

Thankfully with nearly all the horse's in the middle of, or starting some sexual act with each other, they paid little attention to him. Weaving his way through a few more "conversion" groups that had been set up near the weights; Brett made his way to the outer rim of the gym equipment. The path circled the entire gym and he knew that it would eventually make its way to the exit. Sprinting as fast as he could, he passed by horses pinning each other to the wall, fucking them wildly without any sense of inhibitions. Others were actively sucking any cock of those who walked them by, with the more skilled cock suckers having gathered a posse of eager stallions.

He was forced to duck behind a few groups, squeezing through crowds that had him rubbing up against their soft fur that hid their powerful builds underneath. As he rounded the corner, he finally caught a glimpse of the exit. But it was then, that his hopes sunk.

Guarding the counter was the biggest thing he had ever seen. He was a horse like the rest, but this one was more like a walking wall of muscle. With no mane to speak of, he struck an imposing stance even as he was covered from head to toe in sandy brown fur. Next to him was a blonde stallion, with a significantly smaller body, but with some of the most well-formed muscles Brett had ever seen. The blonde seemed to be trying to get the brown stallions attention, rubbing his hand against pectorals that could have swallowed his smaller hand whole. He would occasionally reach over and pinch the brown stallion's nipples, giving his pectorals a little kiss before wandering his hands elsewhere. The bigger stallion didn't seem to notice or care, but the way his massive cock was throbbing and leaking onto the countertop, he seemed to be enjoying the attention.

It was in that moment of hesitation though, that his prospects of escape got slimmer.

Jumping out from a row of equipment, Travis was then suddenly upon him again. This time though, he blocked what could be the only exit to this growing stable of freaks.

"Come on bro, just give in!" Travis argued as he struck his goalie stance and blocked all openings.

Coach Hendricks then emerged from the next isle over, looking towards Brett with a lusty grin as he reached down to tweak his own nipple.

"I've got a new after-practice "ritual" to do now son. But we are going to need our captain for it..."

Brett looked left right and back, he was once again trapped as Marek followed him from behind and another stallion blocked the only other isle as he fucked with another horse. The only other option was the relatively clear path to the left that lead towards the gyms locker room.

But even he could sense that it would be a bad idea.

Although the entire gym had spiralled into a full-on orgy, the smell of sex was particularly strong right outside the locker room door. The sounds of moaning echoing from within made Brett's skin crawl; as he assumed that there could likely be at least 5...or maybe even 10 other horses in there.

He might be able to run past them if they were distracted though. Perhaps there might even be an emergency exit or somewhere he could barricade himself in. With these horses closing in on him, there wasn't much else he had in terms of options.

In a blink, Brett dashed down the hallway to the lockers while the others gave chase. Weaving through the relatively clear hall, he made his way inside...only to see a sight he had not expected.

It was not multiple horses doing the deed, but rather one large horse being worshiped by several others.

There was a black stallion sitting on a bench, with a white crest of fur that covered his thick and mighty chest before snaking down towards his groin. He practically had an entire orgy of horses surrounding him, each worshiping the beast in their own way.

Across his chest there were two horses that each took up one of his nipples, eagerly slurping and licking at the fleshy nubs much to the stallion's pleasure. Another two had taken up his arms as he held them back in a double bicep pose, kissing and nibbling on the fur covered mountains so as to take in every detail. Finally, two more were worshiping his massive black cock. The thick and veiny member was far too big for either one of them to take into their mouth, let alone their ass. So, they resolved to each took a side and lick the pole like a lolly pop, all while their hands wandered to fondle his balls or his powerful legs.

"Oh? Seems we still have a straggler." The black stallion said before letting out a grunt as one of his worshipers nibbled on his nipple.

Brett backed away immediately, only to come into sudden contact with the massive throbbing shaft of Travis's erect cock and the wall of muscle that he had now become.

"Hey bro, meet the boss." Travis said as he grabbed hold of both of Brett's arms and held him in place.

Brett gasped as he watched the "boss" stallion shoo away his worshipers. The group of horny stallions all managed to sneak in one last lick or grope before they gathered towards the back of the locker room. Free from his following, the massive horse stood up, causing the wooden bench beneath him creaking from the relief as he walked forward. Brett couldn't help but notice that this creature's height nearly caused him to brush against the ceiling. How he managed to stand was a wonder in of itself, but he could only guess that it was his thick and powerful frame that supported what had to be nearly a tonnes worth of muscle.

"So, this is Brett Matthews eh? I gotta say kid, he is pretty good. I bet he will make one sexy stallion." The horse said as he appraised the captive human.

"Y...yes sir." Travis responded.

The approval from the large black stallion seemed to have an immediate effect on Travis. Brett felt Travis's thick pole throb just before a pearl of precum began to slide down onto his neck.

"Who are you? What's going on here? What did you do to my friends?" Brett began questioning.

Travis gave him a gentle squeeze in an attempt to silence him, but Brett just kept squirming.

The black stallion chuckled at the outburst of the smaller human, rubbing a hand down the path of white fur that made up the hour-glass shaped pattern on his chest.

"I own the place, name is Kyle Reynolds. I think I saw you work out here with your friends before I ended up like this."

Kyle then made another step forward just to re-enforce his imposing figure. With his cock already jutting out from his groin at a massive twenty inches, its tip loomed dangerously close to Brett's face.

"As for what's going on. Well that's a long story. The long and short of it is that I found something in my backyard that fell from space. The nasty little thing tried to take over my body, but I turned out too strong for it." Kyle explained.

Brett let out a mocking scoff.

"What, like an alien? Give me a break."

Kyle chuckled in response and brought his hand down onto Brett's head, his fingers nearly encompassing his entire skull.

"You just watched your friends turn into horse-men. Are aliens that so hard to believe?" Kyle said in a patronizing tone.

"How do you know that?" Brett accused.

Kyle let go of Brett's head and brought up a finger up to the side of his own head.

"I know what all my colts are doing, and what they are thinking."

Brett froze, the pieces of his friend's changes starting to fall into place.

"It was you...you changed them...you brain washed them!"

"Perhaps." Kyle responded.

Turning his back to Brett, Kyle walked back to the bench he had been sitting on. The wooden frame creaked loudly as his heavy form sat back down onto the wood.

"Yes, I changed them. It's the seed that does it. As for brain-washing, well that isn't entirely intentional. Guy turns into a horse all of a sudden and he is prone to panic. I'm just making these guys enjoy their new benefits and not go buck wild on the whole town. But I can't control everything. From what the nasty little bastard left behind in my memories, the changes come with side effects. Increased testosterone levels cause them to act differently."

Brett then turned his head to Marek.

"But what about him? He was straight, now he is talking about sucking cock and getting fucked! How could you do that to him?"

Kyle shrugged in response.

"Kid, do you think with a cock like this, any girl would want to fool around with you? Besides, it doesn't seem to work on chicks. Don't ask me why. Whatever they sent here was just told to find someone to take-over, infect the men and to leave the female population alone. I don't know why and I don't know how they do it. I'm just making the best with what I've got."

Brett turned his gaze back towards Kyle.

"Then how does that make you any different from the "aliens"? You're just doing what they wanted you to do!"

Kyle furrowed his brow and slowly tented his hands.

"Because I'm still me, I'm not their puppet. And when they DO come here for their little gift they sent us, I'm going to have a goddam army ready to meet them. "

Kyle then stood back up, his member never having lost its length or stiffness throughout the entire conversation.

"And that means getting all the soldiers I can get so we can fight back if need be. So, kid, will you join up to save humanity...by giving yours up?"

Kyle then pointed his cock downwards, the flared head of his member swelling as a single drop of precum leaked from its slit.

Brett grit his teeth and glared towards Kyle. He wanted to resist, but he knew that he wasn't getting out of this situation one way or another. These guys were taking people by force and they wouldn't take no for an answer. He could try to fight them off, maybe take one of them out in the process, but there was no way he could take them all down. Really, all he was left with was the choice to do this by his own terms, or theirs.

Brett was silent for a few moments, glaring at all of the horses in the locker room accusingly, praying for one of them to step up and resist the boss stallion.

But with each face he looked into, he realized that Kyle had them wrapped around his finger. Not one of them seemed to show the slightest bit of remorse for this being forced upon him. In fact, some of them looked more than eager to offer him their own seed instead.

"Fine, not like your giving me much of an option..." Brett eventually grunted.

Kyle smiled and waved a hand at Travis. The white stallion loosened his grip and stepped back, giving some space between him and his friend.

"You've got some spunk to you kid. I like that. I'm sure once this is all over you will enjoy it."

Kyle stepped forward, using his hands to point his cock until the flared tip was only an inch away from Brett's face.

Brett could smell the heady, yet earthy scent coming from Kyles member. The ebony shaft radiated heat and had thick veins crossing its entire surface. Each beat of Kyles heart would cause the veins to flex slightly, making it swell and grow every other second. The precum that he had begun to leak glistened in the dim light of the locker room, sparkling almost like a star as it loomed just inches from his face.

Brett paused, his eyes glancing around one final time to look for some kind of opening or escape. The horses that had been worshiping their "boss" had returned to watch the show, surrounding the two of them while Travis blocked what seemed to be the only exit.

His head started to swim from all the thoughts racing through his head. Was this it? Was this when he gave up his humanity and became a cock-hungry stallion?

Brett wrestled with his conflicting thoughts. One part of him was trying to weigh the benefits of turning into a horse, while another still cried out to resist. The man in him saw the benefit of a massive cock and increased muscle mass, but was all of it worth it to give up his humanity? How far would all of this end up going? Would he be involved in a movement that would end in the downfall of all humanity?

He started to feel a headache coming on and his body wouldn't respond. The argueing thoughts in his brain were pilling him to stay and run at the same time, locking him in a mental standstill. Still he knew that if he didn't act soon, the choice would be taken from him.

But then, the mantra he had always spoken to himself when he was scared rang through his mind.

"Just breathe..."

Brett broke his silence and slowly took in a breath, then let it out. The panic in his mind subsiding, he then leaned forward and opened his mouth. Sticking his tongue out, he lapped at the precum as it poured straight from the tip of Kyles cock.

The room went silent. Even the sounds of moaning coming from outside the locker room seemed to disappear. Brett blinked and smacked his lips, tasting the salty fluid as it danced across his tastebuds.

"Is that it?" he asked.

But then, he suddenly started to feel warm.

His adrenaline fuelled body had already brought his body temperature up after having tried to escape the stallions earlier. But now the heat was growing stronger, more intense, as it centred around his chest. The heat grew and grew, spreading across his torso to every muscle and every fibre of his very being.

At his very cellular level, a strange and thought to be impossible procedure began to take place. One by one, his very cells were being re-written by a highly advanced viral agent from beyond the stars. The disease spread by infecting one cell, re-writing its DNA and forcing it to go under a rapid replication process. Creating two identical, mutated cells before it would begin the process again. Soon, every nerve, muscle, and bone cell was under its effects until the changed cells began to outnumber the originals.

The heat was unpleasant, but the process more or less quick and painless. Soon nearly his entire body had been replaced at a cellular structure by a myriad of mutated cells. But he showed no signs of change, save for his skin having turned red from the heat. But unknown to him, with his new cells in place, his physiology now had a new ability to change at will, one which would be triggered at Brett's command, or by the will of the Stallion Patient Zero.

As the excess heat began to escape his body in the form of a fine mist, Brett began to feel somewhat back to normal. But as his skin turned back to its normal colour, he knew that something was very different about him.

And he was right.

Suddenly, like a jolt of electricity, Brett was overcome by an intense pleasurable sensation. Its source radiated from his groin, filling his cock with blood in a flash before ricocheting to every part of his body at random. His body temperature started to rise again, but it did not reach the same intensity as it had done before. Brett almost felt as if he had been dipped in a warm bath on a cool day, his skin tingling and his body relaxing as his stress started to fade away.

Slowly, small tiny hairs then began to sprout all across Brett's body. Having been hairless before, the sensation almost alien to Brett, with the feeling of hair rubbing underneath his clothes almost like he was being rubbed with a soft blanket. These hairs naturally then naturally continued to grow, taking on the same colour Brett's naturally brown skin.

The feeling of his growing hair constantly brushing against his clothes sent goosebumps down Brett's hands. Soon he couldn't help himself any longer and had to take a look. Thankfully, with Travis's powerful grip no longer on him, he lifted his shirt up to look at his stomach just as the hairs began to swallow his abs.

Brett's new pelt had already spread completely across his chest, its thickness and texture obscuring some of his hard-earned muscles underneath. As his abs were quickly swallowed by the growing tide of fur, he reached down and gave his new fur a pet. The sensation of it was strange, the fur feeling soft, yet durable that would slick water away easily. But as his attention was drawn to his stomach, he could barely notice when the fur had started to spread to his arms.

But then, as the hair grew, so too did his body.

Another jolt of pleasure surprised Brett as it rocked through his body like it had done before. The sensation bouncing around him like an out-of-control rubber ball, he was filled with a sudden surge of almost manic energy that he had only ever felt after winning a hard-fought match. All of that energy made him want to run, jump! Or maybe even try and escape these horses. However, the giddiness almost instantly faded as the energy was put to use stimulating his bodies growth. As the virus had done before, his muscle and skin cells were being replicated and destroyed at a breakneck pace. With this new added mass, every one of his muscle groups began to swell in size, all while his body added height to compensate.

Abs, after having been swallowed, soon pressed back to the surface and were on display even through his sandy brown coat. His proud shelf of pectorals spread further apart as they grew larger in size and definition. Brett groaned as he felt his body grow larger and stronger than he had ever dreamed. The power of the alien virus was filling him with strength unthought of, improving every aspect of his human form past its very limits.

With every inch he grew, the resistance he had harboured faded more and more. Each time he could feel the fabric of his clothes tighten around his body was another jolt of pleasure, a constant reminder that he would grow even further until even they could not contain him. He would be bigger than he had ever been, bigger than he ever would have dreamed. All because he had decided to come to the gym that night.

"Fuck yeaaaaaa..." Brett moaned.

Down the length of his two mighty arms the changes seemed to be accelerating. Already toned and taunt after countless hours of training and practice, each individual muscle seemed to grow in a race to surpass the others. With each bicep, already a firm mound; they soon became mountainous with a network of veins spiralling around them like a twisting vine. In an effort to match the size of their brother biceps, Brett's triceps grew to stabilize his grip and size. Soon his arms were nearly twice the size they had been before. Brett couldn't help but think that now he could take on some of the even larger pros on the wrestling mat now. With arms like these, he could easily squeeze anyone until they cried uncle.

As his hands grew to match his newly enlarged arms, his shoulders started to swell. After being used and abused through countless matches, the two mounds of flesh grew to becoming the crowning glory of his massive chest. The muscles grew thick and broad, growing in unison with his chest as they gave Brett a proud wide stance that would intimidate any opponent he might have.

All of this sudden growth was quickly covered in a forest of brown fur, the hairs desperately attempting to hide some of the power from underneath the thick coat. But as Brett continued to grow, even the smallest detail began to show through his pelt.

As his arms finished, Brett looked down at his massive gorilla-like appendages and smirked, giving each limb a flex to display their full glorious size. Judging by what he had seen, his arms were almost nearly the same size of Travis in his powerful equine form. Not as close black furred stallion admittedly, but a real stud none the less.

Stallion...

The word rung through Brett's mind like the chime of a bell.

Down below, hidden from the world through his shorts, his legs were growing to the same rhythm to the rest of his body. His thighs and calves were swelling to near-bodybuilder size that made his lower body a pillar of strength. With his skill and this newfound growth, it would take nothing short of a speeding vehicle to knock him down the next time he was on the mat. As the fur began to spread down his calves and towards his feet, new equine features began to show themselves, signalling how close the changes were to completion.

Concealed within his shoes, his feet began to twist and shape strangely. Each individual digit was quickly lost in a growing mound of flesh that rendered his feet as curved stumps. These stumps however would serve a greater purpose than his feet ever did. Their surface turned dark and black, growing harder, thicker and heavier by the second. As his new hooves continued to grow, his shoes were sent down the path of destruction as the fabric holding them together started to strain. With such massive bulk being held back by a flimsy pair of tennis shoes, it didn't take long before the increased size and mass of his growing hooves tore the fabric until it fell apart in a crumpled mess. His socks fared no better, stretching well past their limits until the shiny black coating of his hooves began to tear through.

With his new hooves to bear him, Brett was suddenly knocked off balance as his calves and knees began to bend. Soon Brett's entire stance was altered, changing his stance as he was forced into a digitigrade stance that would properly hold his new size and weight.

Torn from admiring his arms by the sudden shift in gravity, Brett looked down at his changed legs and gasped. The rush of endorphins and adrenaline from earlier had made him almost oblivious to anything he was not directly watching. The reality of what was happening to him quickly came crashing down upon him and his heart started to race. The panic he had felt earlier started to resurface, the fear of not being able to control his own body as it was twisted and warped into a new shape.

The urge to run came back with a vengeance, but he still knew he stood no chance against the other stallions. As he currently stood, he could hardly pass for human at this point, so living a normal life would have been out of the question even if he could escape.

With only a few pieces left, Brett's clothes had already begun to rip and tear. With his shoes having been destroyed before he could even manage to kick them off. But as the panic rose to new heights, he suddenly came to a realization.

He liked this.

All that he had felt, the worry and the stress of the week, and perhaps of his entire life, had started to melt away. He was huge, healthy, and could bench press a car if he wanted. He could become a scourge of the wresting mats, and perhaps maybe even work towards becoming a famous wresteler with thousands of fans.

Fans who would love and adore him, worship his sexy bod and huge cock all he wanted...

With doubts erased, all he wanted now was to see what he would become...and to thank the _stallion_for his gift.

Brett reached down and fumbled with his shorts, the fabric growing smaller and tighter by the moment. He wanted to watch his member grow, but his hands had grown massive during their change. He could barely manage to grab hold of the waist band, let alone slip them down his newly changed legs.

But salvation came in the form of another pair of hands from behind.

Two white furred hands grabbed hold of his hips, pulling down the fabric gently and releasing some of the pressure that had been building on his groin. His underwear still remained, but Brett sighed in relief as the first layer of the constricting fabric was gone. As he turned around, he saw the smiling face of his best friend's equine muzzle looking right at him.

"Been wanting to do this for ages..." Travis muttered.

The blonde stallion pushed forward, his muzzle locking lips with Brett's mouth and gently pressing his thick and dexterous tongue inside.

Brett resisted at first, the sensation of kissing another man, let alone a horse was something that his body hadn't quite gotten used to. But as Travis came up to give him a hug, he felt his body relax, accepting Travis's tongue as it toyed with his much smaller appendage.

With his shorts no longer holding him back, the changes then began to affect his groin could finally continue unhindered. Above his ass, a small knot began to form, peeking out from above his underwear before lengthening into a small fleshy nub. Long black hairs then began to sprout from the nub like a weed, growing down Brett's legs until they brushed against the back of his legs. With the addition of his new tail, Brett's ass quickly followed up with its own changes. As if it were being stirred on by the heat of Travis's member brushing against it, the two globes started to swell like inflating balloons. Having been firm and taunt before, Brett's ass swelled in size and girth. Some of the definition was lost, but his butt now gained a rounded shape that could only be described as a "bubble butt".

Finally, the main event began as Bretts groin stirred even further. With his cock having been a modest size before, the outline of his member soon started to fill out every inch of his boxer briefs. Soon the mushroom shaped tip had already slipped out from the underwear's leg; peeking out from the side as it continued to grow. Soon Brett was sporting what looked like a thick sausage down his shorts had his cock not already started to slip out. But like the rest of his clothes, they would not last for much longer as his body grew.

Still, being made with elastic the underwear stubbornly held itself together to the very bitter end.

With the tent running down his legs stretching the fabric ever further as his cock gained a new medial ring, The elastic bands that had once helped keep the fabric tight and taunt were being stretched to their very limits. As Bretts cock throbbed, eager to be freed, the bands grew weaker and weaker by the second until finally they...

*SNAP!*

Broke.

Finally, the mottled flesh of Bretts new equine cock was let loose into the open air. The new thick member reached forward a good foot, but it still had room to grow now that it was freed from its confines. What remained stubbornly clung to Brett's other leg, but even it was showing signs of weakness.

"Fuck me...." Brett moaned with pleasure as he looked down at his newly enlarged cock, its length throbbing angrily as its flared tip leaked a stream of pre while it continued to grow.

"You sure?" Travis whispered, his own cock betraying his true feelings while being sandwiched between the two of them.

"Just do it...before I get a chance to change my miiiiiiiiiind..."

Brett's words were suddenly interrupted by Marek placing his mouth around the tip of his cock. With a skilled and practiced tongue, the lusty equine began to slurp and suck Bretts members while it continued to grow.

Travis took this as his opening as he reached down and grabbed hold of one of the torn pieces of Brett's boxers. With a firm pull, he ripped its remnants from of the underwear from his waist, finally stripping him of his stubborn piece of clothing.

"He's good, isn't he kid?" said the black stallion Kyle as he observed the changes.

"Fuck...yes...so awesome...so big..." Brett moaned as Marek worked his magic on his new equine tool.

"You love it, you love getting your cock sucked by other horses and you love your ass getting fucked too." Kyle said softly as he leaned his head close, his voice almost hypnotic as he whispered it into Brett's ear.

"Love...love cock...love fucking ass. Love being...a stallion!" Brett cried out.

The last stages of Brett's changes finally commenced. With his body, already being un-mistakenly equine, all that remained of his old form was his still-human head. His changes however were quick to correct that as the fur that had covered his body began to race up his neck.

Brett groaned and moaned, his voice growing deeper and more masculine as his neck thickened with muscle and sinew. Every inch the fur touched stimulated more and more growth to match with the rest of his enlarged body. Once it has finished with the neck, it then began to flood the sides of his face, altering his very skeletal structure as his face pushed forward. Inch by inch he lost the final vestiges of his humanity, his muzzle forming into a proud equine snout that would have belonged to a pure breed steed. His ears vanished, only to re-appear atop his head alongside his newly grown black mane.

"Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!" Brett cried out as his muzzle finished forming, thoughts newly awash with lusty urges and depraved sexual thoughts.

He was no longer Brett Matthews the man, he was Brett Matthews THE STALLION

All resistance had left him, he was a horse and proud now, and he would fuck anything he could get his hands on!

Smirking with his newly squared teeth, Brett grabbed hold of the sides of Marek's face, bucking his hips to force a few more inches of his cock into Marek's muzzle. As the member finally stopped growing at nearly two feet long, the smaller equine gagged slightly at the sudden force Brett was showing. But as he looked down at the inhumanly sized meat, he hummed in approval as endeavoured to get as much of it in his mouth as he could.

"Dude, you better get that cock in me before I find someone else who will." Brett commanded in a newly cocky tone before letting out a moan.

Travis grinned and pulled back to get himself into position. Soon Brett could feel the flared tip of his friend and herd mate's member on his waiting hole. His body was aching to have that thick slab of meat inside of him, but it wouldn't be enough. With one mouth on his cock and another cock working his hole, that left his mouth annoyingly empty.

"Hey boss, get over here! Let me get a taste of that meat!" Brett shouted as he gestured towards Kyle.

Kyle smirked, folding his arms across his chest.

"Gonna have to try harder than that to get me little colt." Kyle said in an authorative tone, his hard cock betraying his true feelings.

Brett rolled his eyes, not only from the feeling of Travis entering him, but being denied of his prize. Glancing around the room, he caught a glimpse of his coach and grinned.

"Fine, I'm sure he will be more than willing to shut me up." Brett said before pointing towards Hendricks and hiking his thumb towards him.

Hendricks smiled, showing no such hesitation as he walked over to Brett while he started to lean forward. Marek was forced to crawl slightly as the pole in his mouth was being pulled away from him, but Travis had no difficulty adjusting himself before forcing the first few inchs of his cock into his best bro's insides.

Like a cock-hungry fiend, Brett took Hendricks member with no reservations and took as much as he could into his muzzle. Soon he was sloppily slurping and sucking on the grey furred equines cock all while Travis and Marek worked on each of his other ends.

With his changes complete and the sudden four-way stirring up even more action, the other horses in the room started to go back to their previous lewd acts. The horses that had been worshiping Kyle began eying him with hunger as they longed to resume their former spots. Kyle did not seem like one to deny the members of his little stable, so he then returned to the bench and sat back down with a smile.

The locker room then began to erupt with the sounds of tongues lapping against flesh and the rhythmic beating of hips being slapped against an ass. Brett seemed to be in the centre of his own little universe, eyes glazed with lust as he sucked on Anthony Hendricks member while Marek Ridley milked his massive cock. With the powerful form of his best friend Travis Sanders looming over him while he filled him with his impossibly large dick, he could hardly want for anything in this moment of true bliss.

But not all things were to last, and Marek was VERY good at what he was doing. The thrill of the changes and his new body's libido was making it hard to keep the flood gates barred. Part of him wanted to spray his load to feel the orgasmic bliss that was sure to follow, but the other part wished that he could feel this full and pleasured forever.

But then again, with a body like this, he could go all night long.