Vaccinated

[mmvmgo2011]

CHAPTER ONE-HUNDRED-AND-FORTY-SIX

Jake explained the origin of Brad’s massive strength. Mike would make a good sponsorship candidate, better than Alex in terms of before and after shots. He already had the muscle bulk, they just needed to cut him up to reveal it. They could get awesome before and after shots in about four weeks – much faster and more effective than an ordinary cutting phase – along with glowing testimonials. The only problem, Mike was straight. Jake didn’t have to fuck him, but he wasn’t sure how Mike would take needing Jake’s cum inside him.

****

“So I’d be cut like a comp-ready bodybuilder?”

“As shredded as you want to be, year-round. Massive vascularity pumping, you’ll be even more intimidating than you are now.”

“And I can grow bigger, stronger, without pinning?”

“You can ramp up your hormone profile as crazy as you want, with the only side effect a little aggression, and if you’ve already been pinning, that’s probably manageable. Also, if you ramp up too quickly, your balls will ache a little, but in a pleasant way, like DOMS but for your nuts. No gyno, no acne, no shrinkage - in fact, your balls will grow, it’s your balls producing the masses of T, so they’ll grow to allow them to keep up.” Jake subconsciously adjusted his own enlarging balls, though his promise to Brad to slowly ramp the levels meant they weren’t growing very quickly.

“You can also tweak individual muscles, so if you’ve got weak points, or you want to get extra yoked to really intimidate the snivelling fucks at the door of the club…”

“What’s the catch?”

“Well, I wouldn’t call it a catch, and many others wouldn’t either. But, for you…”

“Go on.”

Jake explained how it worked. That it was his semen that allowed the changes.

“We’d have to fuck? I’m not sure I’m comfortable with that, even if it has all these awesome effects.”

“Not necessarily. But you do need my cum inside you. Once it’s inside you, I only have a limited time to make changes before your immune system kills them all off and I lose access, so every time you need to make any changes, you’ll need my cum inside you. Once I’ve made a change, I can make it stick, so it’s only if you want to make further changes.”

“This all sounds… magical, unreal. A scam.”

Jake laughed, “Everyone thinks that,–”

“Everyone?”

“Alex is on board. And everyone else that knows thinks it’s unreal and magical too. We don’t really understand the mechanism behind it all and how the vaccines activated such an ability. But, trust me, it’s fucking awesome. Imagine how you felt the first time you pinned, and amp that up times a thousand. And that’s how you’ll feel, all the time. No cycling, no post-cycle crashes, no side effects. Just feeling alpha as fuck, super strong, super virile, super human, all the time. Emanating alpha pheromones, letting everyone around you know who’s boss. You’ll be horned up all the time, too. You’ll want to fuck, constantly.”

Mike’s cock was almost breaking through the water’s surface; he was rock hard at the thought.

“Honestly, it sounds fucking awesome.”

“It really is. All we’d ask from you is an endorsement, some before and after promos, and a few appearances at trade shows, conferences, that sort of thing. We’ve got an agreement that you can show your lawyer, if you’re happy with it, we’ll sign you up and can start straight away.”

“Okay. I won’t promise anything yet, but I’ll take a look.”

“That’s fair enough. Come on, let’s go and see Brad shatter some records.”

Mike stood, his hard cock standing at 75 degrees, with a slight upwards bend, the tip facing straight up. Jake smiled to himself, he counted Mike in.

****

As they walked over to where Brad was preparing, Jake’s phone beeped. A message, from Amber: “Tonight. Yours or mine. Me, and the girls, you and the boys.” Along with peach and eggplant emojis. Jake horned up.

He texted Ralph: “Tonight? Amber and the girls, You, me, Brad…” The reply was instant: “Fuck YES!”

Jake’s cock swelled.

****

Brad loaded one plate either side of the bar, resting the bar on the ground. 1,500kgs (3,307lbs).

“1,500kgs? No way,” said Mike.

Jake smiled, “We custom ordered bars and plates. They cost an absolute fortune, but Brad was maxing out the standard bars and weights.”

Brad stepped up to the bar, its darkness calling to him, taunting him to lift it. He hinged at his hips, keeping his lower back straight. He set himself, gripping the knurls a little wider than shoulder-width.

Jake, Mike and Jóhannes were watching a short distance away. Only Mike hadn’t handled the weights, and couldn’t truly appreciate how heavy they really were.

Brad steeled himself, and lifted.

The bar rose smoothly off the ground, Brad’s massive glutes driving forward, his hamstrings flexing, traps and lats flaring, forearms pumped to maintain his grip on the bar. Brad lifted the bar, resting just below his bulge, and reversed the movement, lowering the bar and feathering it on the ground. He lifted again. With each rep, Brad grew, the pump in his muscles expanding them massively, blood flooding his vascularity, powering his strength.

Jake smiled, Jóhannes could not believe what he was seeing, and Mike was impressed, but could not truly grasp how heavy the bar that Brad was lifting with perfect form truly was. To Mike, it looked just like 135lbs - two 45s plus the bar.

Brad roared as he completed his tenth rep. As he lowered the bar to the ground, he released his grip and stepped back, his entire back was heaving with muscle, his glutes had swollen, threatening to split his shorts, his traps reached almost to his ears. He looked magnificent, powerful, godly. Unsurprisingly, his shorts tented.

Jake had two ideas.

“Mike, why don’t you step up and have a go.” Mike would not truly appreciate the spectacle until he had handled the weight himself.

His other idea… he walked over to Brad and said something to him, quietly. Brad’s bulge tent jumped as his cock twitched and flexed.

Brad grunted, low and deep.

Mike stepped up to the bar. As he set himself, and grabbed hold of it, he thought it felt good on his hands. Intellectually, he knew it weighed over 3,300 pounds, but his brain could not truly grasp what that meant, especially because the bar and plates were the same size and shape as standard 45lb ones.

He steeled himself and ripped up. Nothing happened. The bar did not move, the plates did not leave the ground.

Mike tried again, he adjusted his grip to an over/under grip, and pulled with all his might. It was as if the bar was glued to the ground. Yet, he’d just seen Brad perform ten perfect reps, barely breaking a sweat. Fuck, everything Jake had said was true. He’d be a walking erection, thin dick skin revealing his masses of muscle, huge veins snaking along his yoked as fuck body. He’d never have to lay hands on any scrote at the club again, one look from him and they’d cower. He rubbed his tenting bulge, a glob of pre leaking out as he continued to imagine himself as a walking magazine cover.

“Guys, can you load two more plates a side. We’ll be back.”

“Two more plates, but that’s…”

“Three plates a side. 3,500kgs (7,716lbs). Yep."

[mmvmgo2011]

2 hours ago, Ro20316 said:

I can not stop to tell you how good this is.

You keep us in our seats wanting to read what is next and wondering what will happen to everyone.

The guys are ready to help others via their semen and that is something im sure i will love to read lol. I imagine one of the biggest pro getting the word and coming to the gym to see what really is going on.

Brad is ready to know how strong he really is and here i wonder if he will ever find someone to let loose completely cause im sure he will break someone's bones when he gets too rough.

I havent been commenting much cause i dont have a pc rn and im on my phone and its annoying to comment like thia but im loving thia story more and more.

Its a favorite of mine.

 

 

Sorry to hear about your PC, hopefully it's fixed soon. I've missed your comments - your predictions are entertaining and give me ideas to tweak the direction of the story.

Bodybuilding pros will definitely start paying attention, as will other professional athletes. But whether that's a good thing or a bad thing - we'll have to wait and see.

Brad definitely deserves to find someone he can let loose with, he's inhibited himself for too long. He's already experimented and expanded his sexual experiences...

[mmvmgo2011]

7 hours ago, Sarado28sp said:

LOL! awesome line! 

Please keep up. This is a great story! Thanks!!  

Thanks, mate.

Re, the line: LOL, for those that don't know, it's a relatively well known phrase (at least in Commonwealth countries?) referring to unwanted intercourse - see, eg, https://www.phrases.org.uk/meanings/close-your-eyes-and-think-of-england.html

[mmvmgo2011]

CHAPTER ONE-HUNDRED-AND-FORTY-SEVEN

Scott continued recovering at Jake’s, though he felt fine, he had no stamina, his body lacked sufficient red blood cells due to his blood loss. The doctors said it would take time for his body to create new cells, so he should take it easy for a week or two. But Scott wanted to get back to the gym, he didn’t want his gains to wither away.

****

Amber spoke with the psych registrar, he was happy to release her, surprised at how well she was coping. He did note she exhibited atypical responses, which was not common, but also not unheard of. She had indicated she had a good support network, and he’d provided her with the details of various support services.

As soon as she walked through the door, she messaged Daniella and Victoria - all three were off the charts horny, and when she indicated that Jake and Ralph wanted a group sex session, they nearly blew up her phone with excitement. And Brad too? Even better. She told them whatever they wore, to make sure they wore stiletto heels.

She messaged Jake, and started thinking about what she would wear. She had the perfect pair of heels that he would love.

****

HIS phone beeped, indicating an incoming message. “Congratulations!” It was from HIS PhD mentor. Congratulations? About what? HIS curiosity piqued, HE responded: “Congratulations? About what?” “Check YOUR email,” came the response.

Now what, HE thought.

****

Brad was flexing his pumped body, his quick demonstration of strength pumping his muscles to epic proportions. Jake had suggested that he should adjust Brad’s hormones and his metabolism so he could show off to Mike and Jóhannes, but also cut.

Jake masturbated at the sight of his friend flexing, recalling his feats of strength, and imagining what his cut body would look like. They’d been looking for suitable guys to sponsor, when the best before and after model was right in front of them this whole time.

Brad’s massive muscle mass, ultra-dense and hard as it was, would look fucking phenomenal if he cut. He already had masses of vascularity, and individual muscle bellies visible. He would look like a freak, grotesque, phenomenal. Fucking, painfully, erotically hot.

Jake came over Brad’s epic pecs and abs. Brad scooped up some of the world’s greatest anabolic agent that his friend had cum onto his chest using his fingers, and licked them clean.

Jake set to work, amping up Brad’s ability to cut, whilst maintaining his muscle mass. He wanted Brad to cut without losing a single gram of muscle. He made these changes permanent, and then amped up Brad’s aggression, his adrenaline, his fight or flight response, the world’s most effective pre-workout formula.

****

Brad felt invincible. His muscles were so pumped, so hard, he was sure he could deflect bullets like a super hero. His already elevated testosterone levels from the earlier doses he’d pinned, were now being supplemented by his own endogenous amped up production, though that would take time to fully ramp up, and Jake's adjustments to his other hormones, increasing the free testosterone in his bloodstream.

Mike and Joe had both added two plates on either side of the bar - not an easy feat adding 1,000kg of weight on each side.

Brad strutted up to the bar. Supremely confident. Supremely cocky. Supremely horny. There was no question in his mind that he’d dominate the weight.

He stepped up to the bar. His hips sat back, and he grabbed the bar in an overhand grip, about shoulder width apart. Before he even started, his forearms exploded with size and vascularity as his crushing grip held the bar. He ripped it off the floor.

For a millisecond, they thought the lift would fail. But Brad grunted, a deep, guttural sound, and pulled. The bar steadily rose coming to rest just under his tenting bulge, his massive glutes flexing to power up the bar. He reverse the movement, the weights tapping on the ground momentarily, until he ripped it up again, in perfect, textbook form.

The guys watching were aroused, Brad’s incredible display of strength horning them up. Mike, especially, could not believe what he was seeing, having just failed to even shift substantially less. At this moment, he would have let Jake fuck him up the arse six ways from Sunday if it meant he could get to even half of what Brad was achieving.

Brad continued the reps, the shakiness of the initial rep forgotten as he powered through. He stopped at 10 reps, out of breath. Jake had amped up his red blood cell production, lung capacity and other changes that cardio workouts would stimulate. He would see improvement without cardio, but much faster and more effective improvements if he also performed some cardio.

****

Jake arranged Brad’s before photo session for later that afternoon, his pump should have subsided by then.

[LorianofLothric]

2 hours ago, mmvmgo2011 said:

Thanks, mate.

Re, the line: LOL, for those that don't know, it's a relatively well known phrase (at least in Commonwealth countries?) referring to unwanted intercourse - see, eg, https://www.phrases.org.uk/meanings/close-your-eyes-and-think-of-england.html

I had wondered about that line and figured I was a little too American to understand it lol 

[mmvmgo2011]

1 minute ago, LorianofLothric said:

I had wondered about that line and figured I was a little too American to understand it lol 

Haha. I try to minimise the Aussie slang too - easier said than done, some slips out every now and then - and try to remember to include pounds etc. so you Yanks can understand 

 

[LorianofLothric]

6 minutes ago, mmvmgo2011 said:

Haha. I try to minimise the Aussie slang too - easier said than done, some slips out every now and then - and try to remember to include pounds etc. so you Yanks can understand 

 

Your efforts have certainly not gone unappreciated. And don’t worry about the slang, it adds additional character to the story and helps to set it apart from other stories on the site. I’ll just turn to good old Google if need be

[mmvmgo2011]

35 minutes ago, LorianofLothric said:

Your efforts have certainly not gone unappreciated. And don’t worry about the slang, it adds additional character to the story and helps to set it apart from other stories on the site. I’ll just turn to good old Google if need be

I thought it was the ridiculous 300,000 words that set it apart?

Can always DM me, or ask in the comments - if you're wondering, I'm sure others are too.

[mmvmgo2011]

CHAPTER ONE-HUNDRED-AND-FORTY-EIGHT

Chair of The International Institute of Immunology & Microbiology. It was pretty much the pinnacle of HIS career, what HE and others like HIM aspired to. It was not the pay, really, though it was a substantial bump from what HE was earning at PharmaVax, but it was the prestige and influence. As Chair, HE would literally shape the world’s health outcomes for decades to come, from antibiotics to vaccines to pandemic responses. And HE’d been offered the position. The youngest ever, by a wide margin.

HE was in shock. How? Why? Who? HE had so many questions. The reality of it had not really sunk in yet. It would change HIS life.

HE was not wrong. For starters, the Institute was across the other side of the country, a five hour flight away. HE would have to leave behind HIS friends, HIS lovers, HIS coaches, HIS business partners. These happened to be the same three people, but HE’d just made some drastic changes in HIS life, socialising more, becoming more confident, starting to work out. Could HE keep these up without Jake and Brad and Amber there to help HIM, encourage HIM? Would HE?

But career opportunities like this are a once in a lifetime thing, if you’re lucky. Could HE really pass up such an opportunity?

HE needed to talk this through.

*****

Brad’s photo shoot was flawless. Jake was amazed at how photographers could manipulate light to achieve a look they were after. They could glam up a photo, or they could drab it down, even before digital manipulation of images, airbrushing, morphing and the like.

Jake and Brad both insisted that their photos would be 100% free of any manipulation, both as to the image itself and regarding the models. They were both aware of unethical ways that before and after images can be manipulated - many ‘before’ pictures were simply a manipulation of the body’s water and glycogen stores, taken a few minutes apart from the ‘after’ photos - and they refused to engage in such manipulative and predatory advertising tactics.

Besides, their photographer worked his magic simply through the lens and lighting, and the before and after transformations would be so dramatic, they wouldn’t need to manipulate or alter any images.

****

Jake’s phone beeped, HE messaged: “Are you around? Need to talk.”

Jake responded: “Come over tonight. Amber, girls, Brad, Ralph and us will have a few drinks and see what develops.” Jake still needed to code his messages to HIM, otherwise HE’d get nervous and bail.

****

Scott was napping in his room. Jake answered the door. HE was early, but HE wanted to discuss HIS potential move with Jake before everyone else arrived.

“Come in.”

“Sorry I’m a bit early, but I need to talk.”

“Sure, no worries. Would YOU like something to drink?”

“Yeah, sure. Whatever you’re having.”

Jake cracked a couple of beers. “Cheers! So, what’s up?”

“I’ve been offered a position at The III&M.”

Jake laughed, “Fuck off, mate. YOU have not. The youngest fellow is in their late forties, the youngest ever Chair in their late fifties. Maybe in two decades.”

“Not just a position. Chair!”

Jake gaped, “YOU’re… serious?”

“I am.”

“Fuck! That’s…”

“Yeah, it is.”

“It’s awesome news! YOU have to take it, of course.”

“Well, that’s what I wanted to talk about. It’s a big decision. I’d have to move across the country, leave you guys behind, my new workouts….”

“YOU can workout over there. We’ll visit, YOU’ll visit.”

“What if I revert back to how I was?”

Jake laughed, “YOU won’t. YOU’ve got control over YOUR mind and body now. As YOUR gains escalate, YOU’ll gain more confidence, and as YOU ramp up YOUR testosterone, YOU’ll feel incredible, king of the world. There’s no way YOU’re reverting back to the wallflower YOU were before.”

HE was not convinced. “I can’t see myself joining another gym over there. I’d be too intimidated.”

“Well, why don’t we open one?”

“What?”

“Yeah, we know how to run a gym, why don’t we open a branch over there. YOU’ll technically be the boss, but we’ll employ a manager to run it day to day. YOU’ll just run the coaching aspect, which YOU can’t delegate, for obvious reasons.”

“I can’t run a gym. I don’t know the first thing–”

“Once it’s set up, it’s easy. The cleaners and maintenance staff pretty much run the place. Brad and I will speak to Assad, he might know some cops over there - YOU’ll have a ready supply of members. If anyone gives YOU a hard time, YOU’re the boss, YOU can turf them out, cancel their membership.”

Could HE do it? Jake made it sound so easy. HIS thoughts were interrupted by Jake’s doorbell.

“Diego?” Jake sounded surprised. “Come in.”

HE recognised Diego from the station, though they had not formally been introduced.

“Nice to meet you, Diego.”

“And YOU.” Diego extended his hand, his handshake firm, powerful. HE noticed he had lifter's hands, and his uniform stretched over his broad, round shoulders, his arms stretching the sleeves, his pecs jutting out, gaping the shirt slightly between the second and third buttons. Diego was rather… attractive. The uniform only added to the appeal.

He carried a garment bag. “Jake, I brought you your uniform. As an honorary member of the force, you’re entitled to it.”

“Seriously? I was kidding.”

“Cap decided you’d look good in it - he’s right - so you get one. I wasn’t sure of your size. You’re bigger than I am, so I got you one size up, hope that works.”

“Might be a little snug, but that’s how clothes should be,” he laughed.

“You get everything in our standard kit, except for the weapon and body cam. Utility belt, baton - Diego flushed at the mention of the baton - cuffs, torch, boots, hat, badge.”

“A badge?!”

“Yeah, ‘Honorary Officer Robertson’.”

“That’s awesome. And right on time for tonight.”

“Tonight?”

“Yeah, a bit of role playing will go down a treat.”

Diego laughed.

“What are you doing? You finished your shift? We can be partners on the beat.”

“I think I can stick around… partner.”

[mmvmgo2011]

CHAPTER ONE-HUNDRED-AND-FORTY-NINE

Scott woke to the unmistakable sounds of sex. A lot of sex, by the sounds. Grunts, groans, moans, screams – they were clearly having a good time, male and female alike. Scott’s erection as he woke hardened at the sounds. He quietly opened the door to his room and went to investigate.

******

“Fuck,” he grunted deeply as he came over her tits and face. At the same time, “Yeah, unghh,” another deep groan, and more cum was pumping over her.

Daniella was in heaven. Five guys, each hotter than the last, were cumming all over her tits and face, and she was loving it. Victoria kissed her, sloppily, licking up some of the cum as they kissed.

The three women shifted to lay on their backs, with their heads meeting in the middle. Brad, Diego and Ralph lined up to penetrate them, and HE and Jake were lined up to enter Diego and Ralph.

The orgy was fucking incredible, hot bodies, hot faces, big cocks, masses of cum, muscular studs balls deep in wet, dripping cunts. Scott’s cock, rock hard, started pumping out cum, without any further stimulation. As he came, he groaned, revealing his presence.

“Scott! Come, join in,” Amber said.

****

Jake took the garment bag from Diego and unzipped it, examining its contents. It was all there like he said. He was eager to try it on.

He unbuttoned his jeans, and was unzipping the fly over his growing bulge. His balls were still growing, trying to keep up with his ever increasing demands for more testosterone. Diego stopped him, grabbing his hands indicating he would undress him.

Diego grabbed the zipper and slowly, tooth by tooth, unzipped up and over the mound of Jake’s bulge. The bulge swelled as Jake became aroused. Diego grabbed the waistband of the jeans from behind, his face painfully close to Jake’s bulge, and slowly lowered the waistband over the globes of Jake’s perfect arse. He brought his hands to the front, and inserted his hand into the fly, lifting his bulge up and out of the jeans, his balls resting on the gaping zip. Jake groaned. HE was already hard at the display. He grabbed the waistband at Jake’s hips and peeled the jeans down over Jake’s quads and calves, allowing Jake to step out of the jeans. Diego picked up the jeans and put his head in the crotch, breathing in Jake’s aroma, his musk, his heady pheromones. His bulging uniform swelled as his arousal increased.

He set aside the jeans and moved to Jake’s shirt, a button down dress shirt. He began from the bottom button, unbuttoning it and letting his hands wander along Jake’s torso, but only up to where the next button was closed. He then unbuttoned the next one, allowing his hands to wander, slowly working his way up Jake’s magnificent torso. Diego’s wandering hands were tickling Jake in an erotic way, stimulating him, his muscles flexing and tensing as the hands passed over them. Diego looked up at Jake as he worked, his gorgeous eyes melting into Jake’s.

Diego was handsome and built, his cop’s uniform the icing on the cake. With a name like Diego Rodriguez, he was obviously Hispanic, with dark hair and a light olive complexion. He kept his hair short, not allowing any perps purchase to grab onto in the event of a scuffle, but it suited him. His most striking feature were his eyes. They matched Jake’s grey, which was unusual for a Hispanic. He also had dimples in his cheeks, appearing when he smiled, which gave him a roguish, boyish charm and softened the hard, masculine lines of his face. Perfect for a cop. When he wasn’t smiling, his face was hard, authoritarian, tough, not someone you wanted to mess with but, as soon as he smiled, he transformed into a Latino angel.

His hands wandered over Jake’s pecs, stopping to tweak his nipples. He had one last button, which he undid and then kissed Jake’s Adam’s apple. He peeled the shirt over Jake’s delts and arms, leaving him standing in his tenting boxer briefs.

He reversed the process with the uniform, starting with the shirt. He put Jake’s arms through the sleeve holes and slowly brought the shirt up and over his delts. It was not an easy task, Jake’s muscles stretching the fabric taut. He left the top two buttons undone, starting with the third button, which just closed the shirt over Jake’s pecs, stretching the fabric taut. As he buttoned further down, the shirt was roomier as Jake’s waist tapered down. Despite so many cops lifting, juicing and bodybuilding, they did not seem to make uniform shirts tailored to a bodybuilder’s frame.

He lifted Jake’s legs, one at a time, into the uniform pants, and slowly raised them up, stretching over Jake’s quads, and up and over his bubble butt. The pants fit, but the fabric was stretched taut. He adjusted Jake’s package and zipped up the zip, the bulge stretching the fabric. He tucked in the shirt and buttoned the pants closed. He grabbed the utility belt, adjusting it for Jake’s small waist, and clipped it on. He attached the cuffs and baton, the look almost complete.

He pinned on Jake’s badge, it sitting up on Jake’s pec shelf. The only thing left were the boots. Diego had done well. The sizing was spot on. He put Jake’s feet into the boots and laced them up, tight. Officer Robertson was ready to report for duty.

****

Ralph was next to arrive. Officer Jake greeted him at the door, and Ralph boned up immediately. “You look HOT.”

Jake smiled, “Thanks, mate, so do you, of course.”

He introduced Ralph and Diego, both their cocks swelling at the sight of one another. Diego, like everyone, was mesmerised by Ralph’s handsomeness, Ralph was drawn to Diego’s grey eyes.

Not long after, Brad arrived, the five men all together and ready which, as it turns out, was a very good thing.

****

Officer Jake answered the door, it was Amber and her two friends. They attacked Jake almost as soon as he opened the door. They kissed him, hands wandering all over his body, squeezing his arse, his bulge. They were HORNY and ready for it. By the time Jake had led them back to the others, he was already half undressed and at full mast. They squealed as they saw four other men ready to stuff them full, pump them full of their cream, making them scream and moan with pleasure.

****

“Scott! Come, join in,” Amber said.