“Tyler?” Cody called out as he walked through the door. Tyler Hoechlin had been staying with his fellow Teen Wolf co-star, Cody Christian, after word of a dangerous new virus broke out in Hollywood. One that only infected men.
He’d only been out and hour or so, but the house seemed eerily quiet as Cody paced around. “Tyler man,” he said again, “I grabbed some stuff from the store. Are you around?”
This time, he heard a soft moaning sound come from the bedroom. Immediately thinking the worst, Cody rushed over and burst through the door. “Tyler! Are you oka— Tyler?”
But it wasn’t Tyler laying on the bed. Not exactly. He still had Tyler’s thick dark hair, his chiseled jaw. But everything else was different. His muscles had almost tripled in size (which was really saying something) and he had a look of dumb horniness on his face as Cody walked into the room.
“Hey bro,” Tyler said, stroking his muscles as Cody approached the bed with caution. “Diggin’ the new look?”
“Bro” and “Diggin’’” were not words in Tyler’s vocabulary. Cody looked down at him confused. “Who are you and what did you do with Tyler?”
“I AM Tyler, bro! What are you, stupid?” From the sound of it, Cody clearly wasn’t the stupid one here.
He shook his head, as if it would turn Tyler back to normal. “Alright,” he said, “we have to get you to a hospital ASAP.”
“But why?” Tyler said throwing his arms up, “I feel perfectly fine bro.” He flexed, and as those fresh new muscles ripped with hot intensity, something clicked in Cody’s mind. A feeling that he always knew existed deep down. A longing for Tyler that had grown from years of watching him running around shirtless on the show. He was irritable then, but now, it was as if all those qualities that made him so sexy were amplified. His hairy body. His gorgeous physique.
And now here he was, dumb as a doorknob, slowly making his way down his bulbous pecs to his ever-expanding dick, now starling to free itself from under the sheets.
“We… have to… oh God.” Cody didn’t even notice himself falling forwards. Before he knew it, he was feeling the heat from Tyler’s new body warm his face, his own hands gripping the base of what was now a full 9-inch cock.
“You wanna help me out bro?” Tyler said.
But he didn’t even need to ask. Cody’s mouth was already around the gigantic slab of meat, which pulsated violently in his mouth as he shoved it deeper and deeper into his throat.
As Cody sucked, he remembered something that his friend Dylan had told him about the virus. That it was transmitted through body fluids, like cum or saliva, and that the effect was almost instantaneous.
It struck him like a lightning bolt. He stopped sucking and backed away towards the window. “No,” he said to himself. “No no no. No way. We’ve got to go.”
“What’s the matter man?”
Cody was already gathering his jacket. To think he’d come so close to catching the virus. To think that he was stupid enough to fall for Jock Tyler’s new charms.
He was just about to put on the jacket when he noticed how hot it was in the room. That’s weird, he thought, I thought I turned the AC on when I got home…
“You’re getting’ pretty hot aren’t you bro?” Tyler half-laughed, as if he was reading his mind.
Cody spun around. “What did you say?”
“You’re getting hot,” he said again, “it means the virus is spreading. You’ll be just like me in not time! Bro’s for life bro!”
Everything seemed to run in slow motion, Cody’s mind working backwards through everything. But it was becoming increasingly more difficult to think. How was this possible? No, not me. I was so careful! I was so… ughhhhhh.
“Ugggghhh,” he was moaning out loud now. The heat was unbearable, and he had to tear off his shirt just to keep from overheating right then and there. He felt himself loose control of his body, growing numb all over like it was the worst fever of his life. He even had to take off his pants, as the sweat was now dripping from almost every pour.
Cody writhed, falling backwards as his body began to experience the changes, one by one. First, his muscles grew. Man did they grow. He barely even noticed, but in just a matter of minutes, Cody had packed on an insane amount of muscles in his upper body, his biceps hardening like rocks, the crevices on his fading six pack deepening into canyons. His pecs bloated, as did his ass. And just as his feet and legs began to expand, the final stage of the transformation began.
He knew it was coming. He still had enough common sense to know what that numb feeling in the back of his head meant.
“No! No I… uggghhh… I can’t be dumb! I’m not… fuck man, I’m smart… right? Oh shit that feels good… fuck bro… fuck no, this is too…. ugghhhh… I can’t take it…. I’m cumming! I’m cumming bro! I’m—AGGGGHHH!”
Cum skyrocketed from Cody’s new 8-inch cock, splattering the sheets and dribbling onto Tyler, who was in the midst of an orgasm himself. “Aw fuck bro,” he said, “yeah just like that.”
Cody collapsed onto his knees, panting hard. “Shit bro,” he said sitting up and letting his sweet new bod bask in the warm sunlight streaming through the window, “that was fuckin’ sweet.”
“You like that bro?” Tyler gave a stupid laugh. Cody laughed back, surrendering all intelligence to the warm feeling of sex pumping through his body. He was tingling all over, his new muscles still radiating warmth.
“It tickles, bro.” He smiled, running a thick new hand over his bicep and giving it a flex. All he wanted was Tyler’s approval. All he wanted was to lay around with him and fuck all day.
Fuckin’ all day. Sounds sweet. Sweet just like this muscles up here. Fuck man. So swole. So hot. Fuckin’ horny as shit. Gotta fuck.
But there was a lot of work to be done. There were still plenty of celebrities in Hollywood who had yet to experience the glory of turning into a hot mindless jock. As him and Tyler got out of bed and put on their gym shorts and backwards snap-backs, they plotted who’s they’d try and spread the virus to next.
But even that was too much thinking. Within a matter of minutes, they were back in the bed fucking like rabbits. But who could blame them? With bodies that hot, and libidos that high, what else would you wanna do?
“Libido,” Cody mouthed to himself, “libido… that’s a funny word, bro. What’s it mean?”
“Who cares bro!” Tyler said, “now come on and fuck my ass. I’m horny as shit.”
PART 2
“And… CUT!”
Chris groaned. They were already halfway through the shooting day, and Tyler had still not showed up to set. It was hard to make a show called Supergirlwithout Superman, so the producers hd decided to shoot some of Chris Wood’s scenes first.
But it was and hour ‘till lunch, and Tyler Hoechlin was nowhere to be seen. Chris knew he’d been staying at his friend Cody’s house for the weekend. Scared of some ‘virus’ that had been going around.
Whatever, Chris thought to himself. It was all bullshit anyway. Turing guys into dumb horny jocks. Give me a break. It sounded like something some idiot on Tumblr would come up with.
As he walked back to his trailer while they were setting up the next shot, he heard someone call from behind him:
“Chris!”
He spun around. Great, he thought. It was that PA again. What was his name…
“Jack, right?” Chris faked a smile, trying to be nice. He knew how hard being a Production Assistant was. But that didn’t make him any less obnoxious.
“Jackson,” the boy said, attempting to mask his disappointment, “and they’re saying they want you back on set in Five. They’re filming scene eighteen next.”
Fan. Tastic. Chris let out another sound of disapproval as he turned back towards his trailer. “You and Tyler are kind of friends, right?” Jackson asked unassumingly, “you wouldn’t happen to have any idea where he might have gone would you?”
“That’s what I’m trying to find out,” Chris said with a sigh, opening his trailer door as Jackson started to head back to set. “And tell then I’ll be there in five minutes,” he yelled after, “unless I have to do another damn costume cha— oh my god.”
“Oh hey bro!” the first guy said turning around, still feverishly fucking the second guy’s ass. “Hope you didn’t mind, bro. It was unlocked.”
“What—what the hell are you doin—get out! GET OUT.” Chris was doing everything humanly possible to avert his eyes from the two muscled studs fucking in the back of his trailer. But it seemed every time he got a flash of skin, it was harder to look away.
Guy numero uno unsheathed his dick, making a sloppy wet noise as he stood up and turned to face a now supremely uncomfortable Chris. “What are you talkin’ about bro,” he said playfully shrugging, “we’re just having a little bit of fun here. Ain’t that right Tyler?”
The bottom guy turned and gave a stupid wave to Chris. “Howya doin’ man! Wanna join?”
Chris couldn’t believe his eyes. Standing, ass in the air just a few feet in front of him, was Tyler Hoechlin. Or, at least, Tyler if he’d decided to pursue weightlifting instead of acting. This guy was fucking jacked, his muscles so wet with sweat and god knows what else, that he could have been producing his own light.
It didn’t take him that long to realize who the other guy was too. The top guy had all the facial angularity and dusty hair as Cody Christian, but everything else seemed like it had been designed by a porn star. The perfectly rounded muscles, the douchy grin and cocky swagger.
By this point, Chris was absolutely transfixed. “Um… look. You guys need to get out of here. And Tyler? Look man I don’t know what you’ve gotten yourself into, but quite frankly, I don’t care. Just get your ass into costume, because you’re five hours late. Okay?”
Dead silence. Then, they two guys burst into laughter.
“What’s this guy saying man?”
“I don’t know bro. Too many words.”
This had to be some kind of sick joke. And Chris was having none of it. He reached for the door handle, but was stopped by Cody, who inserted himself in-between Chris and the exit. “Where you think you’re going, bro?”
“I—I have to be back on set in five minutes.”
“So?” Cody started advancing, and Chris was forced to have to back up in the limited space his trailer provided. “You got five minutes right? I’m sure we could get a lot done in five minutes. I barely even lasted two with Ty.”
He could smell cum on his breath. Probably from hours of sucking Tyler’s cock. Chris knew he should feel disgusted, but as he felt his back hit the wall and Cody’s face draw just inches from his, he felt nothing but a supreme urge to taste that cum. Like some kind of drug.
“Yeah bro,” Cody dropped his voice, “you know you need it.” His lips were skidding the surface of Chris’ mouth when there was a wrapping at the door of the trailer.
“CHRIS,” he heard Jackson’s voice say, “YOU’RE NEEDED BACK ON SET.”
It was like jumping out of a trance. Chris pushed Cody aside and rushed outside, pushing pas the skinny PA as he bolted back to set.
“Chris is… is everything okay?”
“It’s fine,” he lied, “what stage are we on?”
“Stage three, but you have a costume change!”
Dammit, Chris thought as he tried to spit the taste from his mouth, EXACTLY what I need right now.
As Chris slipped into his costume for the next scene, he felt strangely uncomfortable. It was as if the clothes weren’t fitting him as well. Like the seems were in the wrong places. Not to mention the make-up person was starting to get annoyed with his hair. It couldn’t seem to stay down.
He seemed to coast through the blocking rehearsal. His mind was elsewhere. Back in his trailer. Back with…
No, stop. He couldn’t think about Tyler. About Cody and that stupid virus. Maybe those gossipy rumors weren’t a joke. Maybe something was going around. And maybe he had it.
“And… ACTION.”
Chris snapped back to reality. Everyone was staring at him. How long have I been standing here?
“Chris,” he heard Melissa ask from behind him. “are you feeling okay?”
But he wasn’t paying attention to his co-star. He was paying attention to his increasingly large chest. His shirt was tightening fast around his body, which seemed to grow bigger with ever breath. Chris tried holding his breath for a moment, but the growth only progressed. If he didn’t get off set soon, people would start to notice.
“I… I have to use the… the…” what was the word again? That thing you went to when to had to go…
“Bathroom?” he heard one of the camera assistants mutter. Chris didn’t even have time to contemplate why he had forgotten something so stupid, because he was already running off past the crew and down the hall.
But was it the right hall? He had no idea. The whole place felt so alien. Where was he? What was he doing? Why did he still have these stupid clothes on?
He finally spotted the dark blue triangle on the front of the door, and threw himself inside, panting hard. He looked down. The shirt was now threadbare across his chest. He could feel the sweat soaking through his jeans as two elephant thighs pushed the fabric farther and farther apart.
There was a knock on the door. It was Jackson. “Chris? Chris are you feeling okay in there?”
“I’m… I’m…” He groaned in agony. The clothes were no longer fitting. He had to get them off before anything happened.
“What was that??” Jackson yelled.
“I said, I’m fine bro!” Chris clasped his mouth. Oh god. The cum. His lips. Cody. Tyler, and now him.
He fell flat on the floor, only halfway through removing the costume before the clothes started flat out tearing off. He writhed uncontrollably as his body temperature reached fever pitch, a wave of nuclear heat rushing from his head to the tip of his cock as he screamed.
“AGGGGGGGGHHHH.”
“Chris? Chris??” Jackson knocked, but there was no reply. His mind was imagining the worst. Had Chris suffered some kind of panic attack? A seizure? The last thing he needed was a crippled actor on his hands. This was Jackson’s third PA gig this year. Maybe he just wasn’t cut out for set work. He’d always prefered the writers room anyway.
But he’d be damned if he let Chris Wood die on his watch. He’d always had something of a crush on the guy, and he’d always been super nice to him, even when Jackson knew he was being obnoxious.
He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and shoved open the door to the bathroom. He was expecting to find him passed out, shaking in pain or keeled over a toilet bowl throwing up.
Was he was not expecting, was this.
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