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Samson couldn't remember the last time he had been on a train, much less one that cut a swath through the countryside in a cloud of pure white steam. The slim, somewhat skinny man ran a hand through his dirty-blond hair, wondering what Gio would say about his new haircut. It had been weeks since they last met, ever since Samson failed to weasel his way out of the seminar taking place at the other end of the country. Now that that entire mess was over at long last, he was looking forward to spending some quality time with his boyfriend and lover.

Twinkling blue eyes sparkling slightly as he turned away from the greenery whizzing past his window, Samson spent a moment admiring his enormous cabin. The space was almost twice the size of the one he had ridden in when he first left for the seminar, completely devoid of people and effectively leaving him in full control of the space. Samson had been given a seat so huge as to resemble a bed, more space than his luggage required, and even access to a shared (now private seeing as he was the only person here) bathroom outfitted with what suspiciously resembled a Jacuzzi. That he had paid a mere forty-five dollars for this luxurious carriage made the deal all the sweeter.

Shucking his blazer and kicking his shoes into a corner in a bid to get comfortable, Samson tossed himself onto the bouncy cushions, pulling out a magazine from a questionably hidden compartment on the side of his suitcase. Unlike the playboy magazines no doubt currently being perused by the other passengers, this magazine dealt with the side of society with more... acquired tastes. Splashed over the front page was an enormous, anthropomorphic donkey with more muscle bulging out of his body than any human could possibly have managed. Granted, the entire thing had been brought to life by the latest in computer software, but that stopped neither him nor Gio from salivating all over the magazine's pages.

Having pulled down the blinders at his cabin door in order to avoid being seen, Samson unzipped the front of his trouser suit and let his modest endowment swell from between the soft fabrics, a pearl of pre-cum oozing from the tip and glistening in the soft morning light. Flipping through the pages until he chanced upon a phenomenally muscular furry, Samson began teasing his prick in perfect synchrony with the vibrations shuddering through the train as it charged towards the next station. If only such creatures could take over the subsequent phases of human evolution, massive muscle monsters that could lift tanks with the same ease a mere human such as he would to lift a broom.

Several minutes of deep breaths and controlled pants passed before Samson finally slowed, not wanting to blow his load all over the train. He had only intended to arouse himself dangerously close to the point of no return in order to pass time, for he had to save up all the cum his balls could produce for when he finally felt Gio against his body yet again. Closing his magazine, Samson leaned over the edge of his bed, intending on pushing the magazine back into its slot when several loud knocks rattled through the wooden door. It was all he could to do to watch in horror as his body reacted automatically, startled by the sudden noise and causing his leaking prick to grind against the fabric of his trousers.

"Ooh... FUCK!" Samson yelled, the all too familiar tremors of an orgasm rocketing through his pelvis as his hips began jerking and bucking, a great spurt of cum bursting from his swollen cock and splattering against the distant wall. Grasping his penis, Samson cried out in vain as he fought for control, desperate to contain his meat as the knocking outside grew louder and more exasperated.

"What the hell is going in there?!" came a loud voice, the doorknob rattling as he sought to intrude upon Samson's cabin, "Inspector! Inspector get over here I think something illegal is going on inside!"

Suddenly worried and fearful, the sweating human grabbed at a nearby pillow and pressed it against his erupting penis, his eyes dilating as his orgasm raged on without a care in the world. More footsteps were thumping about outside, a somewhat-agitated rabble bubbling up as more people attempted to force their way in. Oh god why wasn't his orgasm tapering off?! It almost felt as though he hadn't even reached his climax yet, but could not have been right, he must have had fired at least twenty shots by now and it almost seemed as though his orgasm was only growing stronger!

Falling against the comfy sofa-seat, Samson felt himself edging toward a full-fledged panic, helpless to stifle his moans but completely aware of the people trying to peak through the blinders blocking the window of his door. They were going to see him, oh god they were going to witness him making a mess of the cabin. What if they threw him out? Or worst, what if they took pictures of him, the spread of tabloid newspapers and magazines was on the rise and there had already been dozens of greatly publicised scandals as it is. His face flushing hotly, Samson rolled off the seat and stumbled toward the bathroom, intent on locking himself in there in order to escape the-

"UUGHNNNNN!!!!" Samson yelled abruptly, several inches of penile flesh exploding into his hands so powerfully he actually felt his fingers blown off by the force of the blast. Ignoring the massive burst of cum that followed, Samson returned his attention to his now-massive erection, eyes wider than dinner plates as he admired his monstrous new size. That thing must have been an entire foot in length by now, thicker and harder than anything he had ever put in his hand up till this day, if Gio saw him now his boyfriend would probably fall over from the lack of blood in his brain! Only Gio wasn't here right now, and it was all the terrified Samson could do to stare in shock when the head of a huge axe came tearing through the wooden door with a loud CRRAACK!

"Ooh... oh god!" Samson cried, stumbling backwards and falling onto his butt as the axe retreated from the door and returned smashing back, taking out several large chunks of wood and revealing the stunned faces of several esteemed looking men. Only one of them appeared to be a member of the train's staff, if the cap wedged on his head was any indication. The others resembled ordinary members of society, most of them Samson recognized from the same seminar he had been forced to attend.

"No! No don't look!" yelled the shivering Samson, his face turning so red it could have easily been mistaken for an oversized tomato, "Just go... ah... just... just go away!"

"Eugh!" grumbled the inspector at the back of the crowd, the man turning away and retreating through the outer corridors, "Gross!"

Samson had felt his heart leaping at the comment, the young man wishing with all his heart that the others would feel the same way and just leave. But alas, his prayers were in vain, for immediately the crowd began to giggle, their faces twisting with humour as bodies parted to reveal a short, squat looking man holding a boxy device that sported an enormous bulb and flash guard.

"Oh Jesus NO! Samson yelled, springing onto his feet and hurrying into the bathroom as fast his legs could take him, covering his face with his hands as several flashes shuttled off in quick succession. He turned at the last moment, intending on slamming the door behind him when several large hands appeared out of nowhere, grabbing him by his wrists and yanking him back into the cabin.

"This is going to look so sweet on the front page!" giggled the photographer, his camera flashing wildly as he snapped up pictures of Samson's exposed penis, careful to keep the device away from the jets of white hot cum bursting from the swollen head. It was all Samson could to do struggle with all of his might, his throbbing manhood riddled with so many veins the entire organ was visibly gaining and losing inches of size with each mindboggling pulse.

"Hold him down boys," the photographer announced, "Just a few more and I'll have enough for-"

"NO!"

Samson thrashed with all the strength in his body, his slender frame crashing against the floor as the intruders laughed and mocked his feeble resistance. They were all so much bigger than him, so much stronger and definitely more than capable of holding him down, that there were five of them excluding the photographer only made matters that much worst. Samson was ready to start crying in anguish when strange warmth enveloped his ears, a loud stretching sound filling the air as the tingling sensation revealed itself to be tuffs of thick grey fur sprouting from where he wasn't supposed to have any.

"Oh what the fuck is this!?" boomed one of his captors, the man recoiling slightly but still keeping Samson's arm pinned onto the floor, "Steve are you _seeing_this?!"

"I see them alright," chuckled the photographer, referring to the long, almost rabbit-like ears twitching on either side of Samson's head, "This story is going to be so epic, to think we found some kind of mutant in the middle of a train, oh I think freak shows are going to make a comeback once I submit this for printing!"

"Please just leave me alone!" Samson begged, tears streaming down the sides of his face as more cum splashed over his captors, "I don't know what's happening, just go away please, please I beg... he... ah... he... HEEEE-HAAAAW!"

Steve ceased his relentless photo taking, his jaws hanging open as Samson began contorting and struggling on the ground. Bones began snapping and popping under his flesh, a carpet of fur flowing from his ears and covering every inch of visible skin, all the way to the tips of his fingers and even his face. The sight of his transformation grew too much for one of his captors, the burly henchman stuttering and stammering as he pushed himself away from the changing Samson, clutching his face and muttering something about demons before fleeing the scene.

"HEE-HAAW!" Samson yelled again, unable to keep his mouth shut as his cock continued to shoot, the immense beef-stick bulging out several more inches to the shock of Steve's cronies, two of which spontaneously decided they had had enough and dashed from the cabin. There were three more men left in the room not counting Samson, the furry human so overwhelmed by the sensations flooding his body that he no longer remembered the drowning humiliation which had controlled his emotions mere moments before.

"Okay," announced the larger of the two remaining henchmen, releasing Samson and edging away slowly, "This is getting freaky. I'm out."

"Wait for me!" called his companion, the two men pushing past Steve as they tumbled into the corridor and ran. The photographer remained where he stood, his fingers trembling so badly he could barely hold on to his camera, let alone take pictures with it. Samson had all but forgotten about Steve's presence, his orgasm accelerating in leaps and bounds out of the blue, sending him spiralling over the edge and dumping unto sheer euphoria in such quantities he was surprised he still remembered to breathe.

** ** Inhaling as deeply as he could, Samson began filling his lungs with much needed oxygen, anything to fuel the powerful new weapon growing from his hairy crotch. His spurting had grown even stronger thanks to the changes taking place within him, so much so that he soon realized he could flex his cock in any direction he wished. The massive log began spraying his face with cum as he aimed it at an angle, kicking off an explosion of sheer power that nearly caused him to faint, Samson barely able to comprehend what had just happened when his suit tightened immensely all around him.

"Oh fuck!" the furry human yelled, excitement boiling within him like a nuclear reactor threatening to blow, "My muscles! Ughh! Oh god! They're getting... bigger! Oh god yes! They're growing! My muscles are fucking growing!"

And grow they did. The once skinny human tried and failed to describe the strength flooding his arms, his legs, the fabric of his shirt stretching and stretching as his buttons struggled to hold back the growing muscles surging to life from every inch of his being. Raising an arm, Samson could only watch as the once spindly limb began to take shape, lumps of pure muscle bulking up from where he had none and rippling like the waves under the sea despite being covered by the sleeves of his dress shirt, sleeves that were clinging onto him like paint as his body continued to grow.

Erupting erection all but forgotten, Samson flexed his suddenly powerful buttocks, crying out in sheer ecstasy as his suddenly shredded gluteus muscles bunched up so madly he actually succeeded in raising himself an entire inch off the floor. A simple shake was all it took for him to acknowledge the swelling slabs of prime beef bulging from his thighs and calves. There was a loud shredding sound, and Samson finally realized his shoulders had been broadening, packing on more and more muscle as his chest filled out before him. Powerful pectoral muscles tore through several buttons as his chest filled up, the fabric pulling away to reveal a powerfully muscular cleavage covered in a gorgeous sheen of manly sweat. A ripple swept through his stomach, and Samson was immediately taken by the chiselled six-pack that thrust from his gut, his muscular waist thickening slightly and pulling against the fabric so tightly his abdominal wall only barely contained, the buttons somehow managing to hold as he admired his powerful new abs through the exposed fabric.

Drunk on the power surging within his new muscles, Samson sat up without the help of his arms, positively purring in delight as his phenomenally powerful abdominal muscles crunched and flexed with more power he could handle. His transformation into an award winning bodybuilder finally complete, the furry Samson gave his pectoral muscles a mighty flex, destroying the threads holding one of his buttons down and sending the tiny disc hurtling through the air like a bullet, smashing the bulb of Steve's camera and sending the terrified man fleeing in panic.

Finally relieved of that obnoxious slob, Samson returned his attention to his penis, half expecting his orgasm to finally cease, half expecting an announcement that this was only the beginning of something far more spectacular. Still cumming like crazy, Samson was interrupted by a sudden jolt to his cockhead that declared the latter, the human growling in a deeper new voice when his testicles throbbed under his pants, his powerfully massive endowment thickening monstrously and stretching the zipper so tightly it almost hurt. One and a half feet long and capped with an enormous mushroom head, Samson's penis was fucking bestial, stronger and more powerful than anything on the plane. The bigger it grew, the more powerful his orgasm became, threatening to blow his mind clean out of the water when Samson realized yet another new, but completely unfamiliar, sensation creeping over his sweaty body.

Palming his partially exposed abs, Samson noted what seemed like fine hairs sprouting from his already furry stomach. Two more seconds passed before he realized what he first thought to be pubic fuzz revealed itself to be even more fur! It wasn't remotely thick, resembling the secondary outer covering most animals possessed, the dark grey carpet stretching across his muscular new body and even mixing in with the fuzz of his face. Samson reached up to touch his cheek, the furry human winching slightly as his cock flexed on its own accord, the cum splashing against his face and diffusing into the surface, trigging a new transformation he could scarcely begin to comprehend.

Soft popping and clicking noises, similar yet different from the one beforehand, began filling his ears, the structure of his face adjusting and morphing as his bones shifted and moved, a process that was completely painless but nonetheless more amazing than Samson expected, his jaws began lengthening, his teeth reshaping themselves, even his brain seemed to wobble within his head as it readjusted itself and moved several nerves in order to compensate for the changes taking place. Samson ran a hand across his face, knowing full well only his head would undergo such drastic changes. Was he turning into a horse? It sure felt like it, his muzzle was long and his eyes were shifting into new positions that so resembled the animal.

Four seconds passed, and suddenly Samson knew full well what he now resembled, and the knowledge of that one fact excited him so magnificently he managed to send one powerful blast of cum all the way out the opened door of his cabin and onto the lush carpeting outside.

He was an ass! No pun intended.

The muscular donkey-morphed neighed in excitement, his coal-black nipples stiffening in the cool air and thickening with more power than he knew his body could contain. Samson had retained his very human hands, feet, and cock, attributes that would no doubt serve him in far more useful ways than he knew now. Slouching slightly and pointing his exploding penis unto himself, the bodybuilding-ass opened his long mouth and clamped his lips against the enormous head of his manhood, sucking and kissing and swallowing as much cream as his penis would give.

Huge, muscular explosions began bursting from all over Samson's body, the great donkey-beast hulking out of his own skin so rapidly his cock all but punched him in the back of the throat as his barely contained growth all but consumed him. Swallowing as much of his cock before it grew too huge for him, Samson began pumping the growth-inducing muscle juice deep into his own body, his already massive arms swelling with so much power twenty-two inches of solid bicep muscle morphed into a gargantuan forty fucking inches in the span of two fucking seconds!

"RRARGHHH!!!!" Samson bellowed, somehow sounding as fearsome as the monsters of legend despite the enormous, exploding penis filling his mouth to bursting. It was no secret that something was going on within his private chambers, for Samson's sensitive new donkey-ears easily picked up the panicked thumping of train operators all along the outer corridors. Chuckling as cheerfully as he could with his cock in his mouth, Samson returned his attention to his growing muscles, forcing his pectoral muscles to stretch and bulk as his torso expanded to accommodate his new size. He was growing taller, his huge body swelling and morphing and thickening in so many places it was a wonder his waist still resembled the narrow-yet-powerfully-muscled pillar from the furry model in his magazine.

Great mountains of shredded flesh began bursting from the vast landscape of his broad back, shifting and flowing like the tectonic plates responsible for moving entire continents, a feat Samson felt he could achieve if he simply let himself grow for a few more minutes. Intending to make himself a little more comfortable, Samson rose from the floor of his cabin and made for the bouncy sofa-seat, cum sploshing everywhere as his herculean leg muscles rippled and swelled with every step, becoming ridiculously massive and phenomenally powerful, the sinewy fibres of his muscle cells battling each other for space as his broad stance was pushed ever wider. Nearly nine feet tall and bulging with more muscle than any man had the right to have, the too-huge donkey-beast lowered himself onto the king-sized mattress, his thunderous laugher igniting a myriad of panicked screams from the passengers cowering within the neighbouring cabins.

Releasing his massive cock, Samson let the enormous tool rise to full mast, close to four fucking feet in length and covered with so many veins the donkey was going crazy. It was a wonder the rest of his muscles were completely devoid of insane-looking blood vessels, save for the one or two which fed his growing biceps, almost as it all his power was concentrating within his penis, his testicles alone churning out more than enough energy to power the entire country for weeks on end.

Samson's pleasurable adventure was suddenly interrupted when several inspectors peered through the destroyed door of his cabin, their crazed screams nearly pulling him from his testosterone-induced euphoria. The donkey grinned as his body continued to ripple, sitting up without the help of his arms as his lower abs thrust into being, giving him the overdeveloped eight-pack he had desired since the first discovered the world of muscle. Hulking and bestial and more powerful than anything mere humans could imagine, Samson turned his huge body to face the door and flexed as hard as his muscles would allow, a great roar thundering throughout the entire train as the wooden panels finally broke free.

There had been a small army of train staff on the other side, the one nearest to him turning so white so quickly Samson actually wondered if he had overdone things. Then the man fell over, howling in delight as an enormous white stain burst across the crotch of his pants, completely overwhelmed by the greatest orgasm of his life. His cover finally blown, Samson saw no need in keeping himself hidden any longer, the great donkey-hulk rising from the sofa and splattering his audience with great gouts of white hot spunk.

Monstrously massive muscles still swelling and bulging, Samson tore his way into the main walkway, taking out a massive chunk of wall and ceiling as he did so. The bulging donkey-hulk no longer cared for the structural components of his train, great mounds of shredded beef consuming his traps and surging out from either side of his neck as he surveyed the damage he had just caused. It had all come so effortlessly, his arms were so unfathomably strong a simple flex was all it took for every damn fibre to strain against his paper thin (but still furry) skin.

Laughing and shuddering as the strength of his voice reverberated within his awesome chest, the growing Samson turned his attention to the lone waiter trembling before him. He was the only person here still conscious, and so the donkey-god decided to reward him for his bravery. Raising his godlike arms, Samson thrust forth his heaving pectoral muscles and pumped his monstrous guns in a frighteningly massive double bicep, the shockwave of his rippling cannons smashing against the muscles of his forearms and triceps rocking the train so hard he nearly derailed the damn thing. It was then did the waiter finally get caught by the endless stream of cum blasting from his monstrous penis, the wave of fluid sweeping him off his feet and pushing him into a spunk-drenched corner.

Reeling from the excitement derived from what he had just done, Samson flexed his cock against his body, drinking in the protein-rich liquids and accelerating his growth even further! More people began streaming out of their cabins now, pulled from their reprieves by the overwhelming scents saturating the air within the train, so much testosterone pouring from Samson's cock that most of them simply fainted at the sight of him. If he didn't know better, Samson would have claimed that those whose gaze fell upon his monstrous butt muscles passed out even quicker than those who bore witness to the immense power bulging from his herculean upper body. The donkey grinned so widely his face began hurting, and flexed his mighty ass even harder as he stormed through the train, so massive by this point his furry ears were beginning to scrape the ceiling.

"Hah!" rumbled the mighty Samson, massive paws reaching down to grasp his amazing penis, "Puny train no match for mighty Samson!"

Pumping with all the power in his gargantuan arms, Samson stuffed as much of his cock into his mouth as he could, ignoring the screams of terrified passengers as he suckled and worshiped himself, even dipping his long tongue down the gaping cum-slit and wriggling it around in order to increase cum production. His juices splashing all over, Samson flexed and stroked, feeding himself and forcing his body to grow and grow!

His bones thickening and lengthening, Samson could only moan as more muscle exploded from his already massive frame, his shoulders stretching out so widely he could fit four adult males on either side of his head. His pectoral shelf, already huge beyond reason, swelled against the base of his chin and thickening incredibly, forcing his sausage-like nipples to point down from all the muscle filling his chest. Samson placed his hands against the ceiling, his rippling arms erupting with so much muscle they was quite literally no room for them, his biceps splitting into multiple peaks as his triceps forced themselves to grow even huger. Samson felt his knees starting to bend, the result of his body growing too tall for the carriage. No... no he was not going to destroy this thing here, they were mere moments from reaching one of the transit stations, there were so many people there who would see him, the entire public eye awaiting the gargantuan muscle monster who had just been pushed to his knees in an attempt to prevent his mammoth muscles from tearing the train to bits...

Samson felt a huge grin splitting his cum-soaked face, his mind ablaze as he wondered how Gio would react if he could see him now. This was going to be fun!

***

A great cloud of steam announced the arrival of the luxurious steam train, a loud toot calling forth passengers from their boredom-induced slumber. The growing rabble grew boisterous and noisy as people began shuffling towards the railway, their tickets brandished in the general direction of the inspectors streaming into the boarding area. What was supposed to be a very typical disembarkation however, was quickly thrown out the window when a tremendously powerful roar tore through the structure.

BOOM! BOOM!

Metal screeched and wailed as two enormous feet punched their way through the base of the train, the unfortunate carriage bouncing and wobbling as the reinforced steel struggled to avoid falling off its own frame. Screws began to pop, bolts began to crack, the entirety of the carriage bending and twisting as the sheer monster within in rose to its full, towering height. The crowds on the stations began screaming in terror, reeling in shock as one portion of the train was torn off the rail, the joining braces snapping away as two enormous fists tore through the metallic frame like putty.

Samson, massively muscled and more powerful than any human could ever be, smashed his monstrous penis through the wall of the carriage, raining torrents upon torrents of concentrated testosterone through the station like a tidal wave. Digging his paws into the carriage walls, Samson stepped forward and tore them away with the ease of a curtain, stepping out into the warm sunlight and smashing enormous craters wherever his furry feet fell. Towering over the cum-drenched humans at an incredible twelve feet in height, Samson was the epitome of muscular perfection. The hulking donkey-morph could only roar as his rippling pectoral muscles flexed and bulged at his command, crushing against each other so powerfully the very air around him was filled with thunderous rumbling. Whenever Samson flexed his ginormous arm muscles, they grinded and growled so ominously his sensitive ears even picked up the squeals of someone who was particularly terrified of earthquakes.

Smirking mischievously, Samson stomped towards the interior of the station, spraying his cum at everything and anything that moved, including those who were already being swept away by the torrent of cum gushing from his overdeveloped penis. He had known since high school that the penis was not composed of muscle, only his transformation from a mere human into a freakish personification of all that was strong and sexy had also caused enormous slabs of pure muscle to bulge from his mega-massive manhood, a little over six feet long and so frigging thick, Samson supposed he could have passed off as someone with three legs. That his cock was more muscled and several times stronger than either of his herculean lower limbs only made his transformation all the sweeter.

Flexing his gargantuan testicles and giggling as the boulder-sized masses heaved and swelled against his freakish quads, Samson began to move, his penis flooding the station with cum and setting off alarms just about everywhere. His evolution had hit a point where he had so much control over his inner muscles that his hips no longer bucked and jerked beyond his control. Giving in to the temptation, Samson waddled over to where several vending machines sat waiting, careful not to slip on his own spunk before digging his fingers into the metal. Having grabbed one machine in either hand, Samson lifted them off the ground, intent on doing a few dumbbell curls before realizing just how light those things were.

Why... he barely felt them! If it weren't for the fact there was soda and orange juice mixing with the juices covering his forearms Samson probably wouldn't have realized they were even there. Undeterred, the uber-massive donkey crushed the vending machines into a ball, giving it a good shake midway to get rid of all the shattered glass before grabbing the rest of the machines along the wall. There was something about crushing steel and bending iron that turned him on so much, the sight of his arousal no doubt exciting the few humans who were still conscious enough to admire their new god.

Samson supposed he couldn't blame them, not with his upper body alone so freakishly muscular his back had taken on an incredible Y-shape, a simple flex of his amazing ass muscles was all it took to floor half of those who still watched him. Returning his attention to the metal ball, Samson hefted his creation with one hand and gave it a light toss, underestimating the strength in his muscles and blinking a few times before noticing the huge hole in the station's ceiling, a hole that was not there when the ball first left his palm.

Oh well, guess there was only one thing to do now. Spreading his legs even wider, Samson hopped, his furry ears flopping to the side from the rush of his accent, his head smashing through the roof before his shoulders all but obliterated the roof into the next day. The donkey-hulk raised his arms, catching the enormous metal sphere that came hurtling towards him, having finally flown too high before returning to the earth. What few members of the public left in the station finally fled when Samson returned, the force of his landing blowing walls clean off their support pillars before blasting said pillars to bits. The beast picked up several vending machines he hadn't noticed earlier, adding them to his ball before striding toward the nearby field, where an army of reporters had appeared out of nowhere, their cameras flashing so rapidly it was almost as though they had simply turned a spotlight in his direction.

Fighting down the temptation to drench their expensive cameras in his juices, Samson kept his distance as he twirled the ball in his hand before sinking his powerful fingers into the mangled steel. Licking his cum-covered lips, Samson raised the ball high above his head before smashing it downwards and crushing it against the swollen mushroom head of his powerful penis. Almost immediately did spurting streams of cum burst and ooze from the ball, and Samson began crushing the metal even further, determined to create an air tight casing to destroy with his penis alone. Huge muscles began bulging as Samson sank to his knees, his long tongue dangling from his gaping maw as he crushed the metal against his swollen member.

The pressure was increasing at a steady rate, decreasing amounts of protein-rich muscle milk gushing from holes in the ball as Samson continued fucking it. An entire hour must have passed since his orgasm first spiralled out of control and even now he wasn't sure if he'd even hit his climax, if anything his cock only seemed to shoot even harder the tighter the metal grew around him...

"GGRRRAAAGHH!!!!"

Overwhelmed by the arousal crashing through his massive body, Samson felt his entire body quaking with energy as his testicles suddenly swelled, more cum than humanly possible exploding from within his balls with such force the monstrous donkey was thrown onto his back, his muscular cock raised off the ground like a throbbing cannon before his orgasm exploded with the power of a thousand volcanoes. Samson's metal sex toy was blasted far into the horizon from a combination of immense pressure and the sheer power of his inner penile muscles, his climax tearing control away from his body as the great beast writhed and convulsed, spittle flying from his lips as more changes shot through his already massive body.

Despite being drenched in hot white cum, Samson failed to ignore the tingling sensations flooding his crotch as his pubic hair began bristling and growing, covering the vast expanse of his crotch in thick black hair before spreading to the rest of his body. Flexing his shredded ass muscles was all he needed to know that the coarse hairs were sprouting around his muscular hole and forming a testosterone-laden ass jungle that would no doubt drive Gio insane.

Wiping off the cum that coated his bulging abdominal muscles, Samson moaned and groaned as a tide of dense dark fur trailed between his muscles, riding up his chiselled musculature before bursting into a thick jungle that bristled and grew within the muscular canyon separating his hulking pectoral muscles. The sweaty hairs continued to grow, spreading across his mega-pecs until every inch of his herculean chest muscles oozed with unbridled manliness. A light dusting of hair sprouted from his chin just then, giving the appearance of a slight beard as his once short hair tumbled down the sides of his head in a lush mane. More pubic hair grew from his sweaty armpits before Samson felt the synapses within his body flashing with power, his orgasm finally crossing the threshold of total control before his limbs were finally returned to him.

Overwhelmingly powerful muscles or not, Samson's attempts to get up were quickly replaced with incredible levels of physical exhaustion, both from the immense growth he had undergone and the massive orgasm he had just experienced. A good half an hour finally passed before said orgasm finally reduced itself to a trickle, the mighty donkey-hulk breathing steam as he admired the beauty of this afternoon's clear, cloudless sky.

"Ooh... DAMN that felt so fucking good!" Samson roared, palming his hairy new chest muscles before pushing himself upright, his amazing cock having finally deflated. The aching flesh had been draped over one monstrous thigh, resting peacefully as the powerful muscles regenerated in preparation for his next orgasm.

Samson spent a few more minutes basking in the afterglow of his titanic release, even striking a pose or two for the few reporters who made it through his climax without passing out. There was no doubt his face would be all over the news before sunset, and that would have killed the surprise he had intended for his little Gio. Oh well, with his body as muscular as it was, he definitely had the time to spare.

Grinning, the hulk-sized donkey-stud got to his feet, a thick finger pinching his ultra-thick nipples and swiping up the spunk that oozed from his throbbing teats. His transformation was finally over! The veins across his body had finally sunk back into his sculptured flesh save for the one that fed his penis a constant stream of concentrated muscle juice. Samson felt fucking amazing, more so now that he had full control over his body than when he was spraying cum in every direction he faced. He was definitely going to drive Gio nuts this time, his boyfriend likely to cream himself when he realized just how massive his chest muscles had grown, that his overdeveloped pectorals were also spewing ridiculous amounts of pre-cum through his throbbing teats... well... Samson had full confidence he could keep the sex going for several days in a row if he had to.

Pushing his glorious mane away from his eyes and tossing his head back, Samson stomped over to where the reporters lay quivering and shaking, every single one of them sporting raging erections tenting the cum-soaked fabrics of their trousers. He could not pick out the one named Steve, even with his enhanced vision and (somewhat) predatory senses, and so the great donkey-beast relaxed his clenched fists, having determined that the photographer was not among them. Still... the temptation to start flexing his huge muscles continued to dig at the side of his brain, even if his cock wasn't spewing ridiculous amounts of cum anymore.

Caving to this strange new urge, Samson turned his fearsome gaze to the nearest reporter who could still stand, causing the man's orgasm to burst from his already spent cock as if he had been abstaining for weeks. He didn't exactly know where all that cum was coming from, seeing as the reporter's pants were already drenched, but the thought of being able to force a man's orgasm was arousing beyond belief. Leaving the convulsing figure to his fun, Samson tiptoed over the unconscious bodies and their cameras, careful not to damage anything (or anyone) until he arrived at his next candidate. The man was red faced and sweating so madly it almost looked as though he had only just stepped out of the shower and put on some clothes, he was clutching his camera to his chest, no doubt protecting the pictures he would spend the rest of his life jerking off to.

Fixating his piercing blue eyes unto the cowering reporter terrified features, Samson raised one massive arm and flexed his fingers in a slow-yet-rhythmic fashion, grasping a pair of imaginary testicles and pulling them softly. As if on cue, his latest victim suddenly screamed, a great burst of white fluids gushing from the enormous bulge tenting his pants, his pelvis thrusting rapidly as he was flung into the throes of yet another massive orgasm.

Perfect.

Samson let his tongue out, wetting his firm lips as he salivated over the prospect of teasing Gio senseless without even having to touch him. There was just no doubting it, he had grown too huge, too sexy, and most of all far too muscular for any man on the planet to deny his advances. He could have anybody he wanted, for nobody possessed the power to resist him, the fact even the simplest of his gestures (however perverse) resulted in people creaming their pants made his balls even heavier.

"Ah... Gio," Samson mused, flexing his hairy testicles as he ran his broad hands across the expansive surface of his massive prick, "I bet my annual salary that you have a hand in my transformation, though I can't say the fucking power surging through my muscles are anything to be trifled with. Damn, I can't wait to show you just how muscular and hairy I've become!"

Pushing his mane away from his eyes and tossing his head back, Samson crouched low before slamming his mighty legs into the ground as hard as he could, leaving behind an enormous crater as the herculean muscleman launched himself far into the distance.

***

Gio twirled himself around as he admired his newest jacket, an absolute steal at a mere fifteen dollars for something that should have set him back at least a hundred and twenty. It was leather all around, dark silk interwoven between the inner and outer layers a key indication of the superior craftsmanship responsible for its creation. Somewhat stocky but not as developed as he would have liked, Gio had to admit the jacket still looked good on him nonetheless, and he couldn't wait for when Samson finally arrived, his boyfriend would no doubt love the jacket almost as much as he did. Gio might have been a little shorter than Samson, but that didn't mean he-

KABOOM!

Gio felt himself flying, his feet all but plucked from the ground as a powerful quaked rocked through his little house. Somehow, Samson's boyfriend managed to right himself in mid-flight, rolling onto his back and dodging the various decoration ornaments that came plummeting toward him. Grabbing the sides of his bed and pulling himself upright, Gio scrambled for his phone and hurried out of his bedroom, hell bent on getting outside before the earthquake really kicked into gear. His fingers threatening to yank the doorknob out of its socket, Gio launched himself into the safety of his front lawn, stopping only when he realized he had thrown himself head first into an enormous grey wall which had not been there when he came home this evening.

And then something grabbed him from behind, like a massive furry paw covered in the same grey coating at the strange wall before him. Gio felt himself gasp, his brain going into shock when he realized just what he had crashed into. It was a wall alright, a great frigging wall of hairy muscle that towered over him at an astonishing twelve feet in height. Ponderous pectoral muscles all but blocked the monster's face from view, but from what Gio could have made of the partially visible snout, this beast must have been some sort of equine.

Ginormous muscles rumbled with impossible power as the monster advanced, putting more distance between it and the huge crater smashed into his front lawn. Gio took an unwilling step back, barely in control of his raging erection when the monstrous hand all but lifted him off the floor as though he was as light as a muffin, plopping him against the furry, hairy chest muscles that only served to accelerate his heartbeat even further. It was then did Gio finally see the monster's face, the fantastically handsome donkey-morph giving him an all too familiar smile as the tiny human lost himself in those dazzling, twinkling eyes. There was only one person on the entire planet with eyes like those, and when the realization finally hit him Gio thought he was going to pass out.

Samson opened his long new maw, letting a long tongue snake and dance its way towards the blubbering, stuttering Gio, his boyfriend latching onto the invading appendage and all but swallowed the thing into the burning insides of his throat. It was arousing beyond belief and Samson, who had commanded his penis to deflate earlier on, could do nothing to stem the torrents of blood and testosterone from surging back into his cock, causing it to swell and grow and bulge until six fucking feet of monstrous penile flesh was flexing and throbbing before him, gallons upon gallons of pre-cum washing down upon Gio as Samson rolled onto his back.

Their passionate lovemaking crossed over the one hour mark, attracting frenzied crowds filled with everybody from reporters to overzealous muscle worshippers, each and every one of them snapping away with their cameras as Gio and Samson made sweet love to each other's faces. The hulking donkey-monster felt himself giggle as he remembered how embarrassed he had felt mere hours ago, when his unexpected transformation had first kicked in in front of Steve the reporter. He knew he was probably going to knock the guy's house down some time in the future, but now... it was Gio time.

Detaching himself from his boyfriend's warm lips, Samson rose to his full height and threw the delirious Gio across one enormous shoulder, orgasmic muscles grinding against the leather of his boyfriend's jacket as Samson stormed through the crowd, grinning and smirking as the tiny men scattered like ants from his path. He felt so fucking strong now, so damned powerful and so... potent, but what was the point of jumping straight into the sex when you could engage in some lovely foreplay?

Adjusting Gio so his boyfriend was effectively piggybacking him, Samson strolled over to where a bright orange news van sat waiting. That thing must have weighed a ton even without the various transmitting equipment secured to its roof, but Samson didn't bother about that, he simply wanted something heavy to lift, and this van would do just fine.

Gio began tugging at his donkey ears in a frantic bid to control his orgasm, struggling wildly with his arousal even as Samson leaned down to sink his fingers into the bumper. Metal began screaming and screeching as the monstrous donkey bent and tore through the metal like putty, securing his mega-sized fingers into the steel before lifting it up with all the strength of his arms. As he had done with his vending-machine-ball several hours ago, Samson once again found himself underestimating his own strength, the news van soaring through the air and crashing into a mangled heap close to a hundred feet down the road.

"Oh my god!" Gio squealed, great spurts of thick white cum bursting through his trousers and soaking into the back of Samson's furry neck, "Samson oh my fuck! I swear you did not just do that! Your strength! Your muscles! Oh my god oh my fuck ohmyfuckohmygod!"

Gio ended his sentence with a loud UUGHNNN, his boyfriend flopping against his barbaric mane as his orgasm spiralled out of control. Samson simply pulled him down, cradling his frenzied boyfriend in his arms and pressing him against his powerfully muscular pectoral muscles.

"You ain't seen nothing yet Gio," Samson rumbled, hugging his boyfriend gentling as his violent bunking and jerking finally ceased, "Wait till you see just how much_I_ can cum!"

Sensing Gio's inability to speak, Samson simply smiled as he replaced Gio atop his shoulders, the great donkey strutting over to where another news van laid waiting and tore out an enormous beam from the vehicle's framework. The reinforced steel felt so soft in his muscular hands, but when he began twisting the metal around the base of his enormous cock, he could feel the steel burning up as it absorbed the heat generated by his hulking musculature.

Securing his new cock ring as tightly as he could, Samson began stroking himself, pausing midway so he could plant Gio atop his manhood and spread himself out upon the road as his boyfriend began molesting his mighty prick. The amount of blood surging into his mighty tool was increasing dramatically; the throbbing tower of testosterone so engorged on his power that it had turned from a dark pink to a deep shade of red so deep it was almost purple. The cock ring was doing its job, for even despite the insane power surging through his veins it was limiting the amount of blood that could return to the rest of his body and causing his already bloated shaft to thicken even further!

"Samson you are fucking fantastic!" Gio cried, his leather jacket falling unto Samson's face as his boyfriend stripped himself down to his underwear and lathered his face with spunk, "Oh god I love you so much!"

Harder and harder did Gio continue to stroke, his boyfriend even daring to dip his hands into the enormous cum-slit that capped his massive penis, digging into the slippery flesh and stretching the hole as wide as it would go. Now it was Samson's turn to roar and jerk, his huge paws digging and crushing through the tar of the road as Gio pushed him further than he had ever gone before. It was almost as though his boyfriend had challenged him to contain his orgasm, so much so that several more hours passed before Samson finally forgot his own name, so aroused was he that his throbbing testicles were the size of small cars. Their immense new size meant that his cock had now been pushed backwards, leaving Gio wedged between it and the bulging muscles swelling off his torso.

Barely able to breathe and so overwhelmed with the sensations coursing through his body, Samson felt his resistance finally snapping, his huge testosterone factories flexing so powerfully several enormous craters appeared beneath him as his body suddenly jerked. Reporters and drooling onlookers fled the scene immediately, for a deafening roar of godlike proportions tore through the neighbourhood with the force of a typhoon. Huge eruptions of rich white cum exploded from Samson's bloated cock, the flesh of his shaft stretching and widening as a veritable tsunami of sexual juices surged from the tip at such force he was easily firing jets of cum an entire mile into the night sky.

Gio had evidently passed out from sheer awe, although his body continued to move on its own accord, his arms hugging Samson's penis tightly as he used his entire body to jerk off his furry boyfriend. Samson lost himself soon after realizing what Gio had been doing, his orgasm all but consuming him in a flood of blissful euphoria as he shot and shot, his shredded muscles burning with so much pleasure he almost thought the cock ring was going to go soft on him.

Eventually though, all good things must come to an end, and it was with a single triumphant explosion did Samson's orgasm finally end. There might as well have been a flood in the neighbourhood, for everything and everyone in sight was now dripping with his cum. Gio had regained consciousness sometime in the midst of Samson's orgasm, and now his tiny boyfriend was clambering across his heaving chest, the expression on his face wilder than sin and hotter than anything Samson could have expected.

The exhausted donkey stallion could do little save present a weak smile, his brain still spinning from his amazing release. Gio crawled over and tugged one long ear to his warm, hot lips.

"Let's do that again."