Special agents Adkins and Barber interview a rancher in relation to their current case. There’s something odd about the handsome Latino, though—starting with the fact that he won’t get down off his horse.
“I think my ‘perception filter’ is broken,” Barber groused under his breath as they moved through the office, all eyes on the golden god.
Adkins looked around at the analysts and fellow agents tracking Barner’s progress with awed gazes and mouths ajar. He clocked Bill Redkin, a fresh-faced, tight-bodied new number-cruncher, unconsciously adjusting what looked like a sizable insta-boner in his cheap, department-store trousers as he stared at Barber walking past. Sitting behind a nearby desk, Jerry Wosznowicz, a thirteen-year veteran who looked like a competitive MMA fighter, watched Barber pass, licking his lips.
It was almost like they could see what Adkins saw. Almost.
“Relax,” Adkins soothed as they entered the main bullpen, attracting even more eyes. “This is just you, partner. Haven’t you ever noticed—?”
He was cut off by a barked “Adkins! Barber!” from the corner office off the bullpen. Adkins didn’t mind the interruption. Every interaction they’d had since the encounter with Zamora during the now-celebrated XR Ranch case (which had wrapped with five major indictments and a major boost in Adkins’s and Barber’s reps in the Bureau) had told Adkins the same thing: that whereas he, Barber’s partner and the only one in the know, saw Barber as he truly was—a gloriously muscled, gloriously naked, 7’6” golden humantaur with huge shoulders, flowing hair, jutting pecs, four boulder-hurling arms, and two enormous, flushed, drooling cocks up front surpassed in size only by the much larger pair of cocks thrusting forward from his rear legs and constantly poking his firm, round balls from behind—everyone else saw the uptight, three-piece-suited, yet unbearably handsome Barber he’d always been, the Barber that left most guys helplessly aroused and painfully hard even without them perceiving his true, beyond-masculine, beyond-human form.
Adkins smiled to himself as he entered their boss’s office. He’d been on both sides of the Barber effect. He’d had a constant erection over his partner at first, too, at least until he’d actually gotten to know what a repressed and rule-oriented stick-in-the-mud he was. Now, of course, he was so relentlessly turned on by Barber’s transformed physique that it took all he had not to shove him into a supply closet and suck his exposed, rigid, pre-slicked front cocks until he got to see Barber’s face in the throes of orgasm at last. His hands itched to do it even right here, right now, in front of their no-nonsense boss, but he balled his hands and forced himself to focus on the present moment.
Lou Costas, the special agent in charge, was leaning against the front of his desk, looking them over critically. He looked like a pro quarterback in his prime, firm muscle showing under his white shirt and well-made, dark brown trousers, though his eyes had seen more than most guys encountered on the gridiron. Like Adkins he was completely and very obviously hard, a thick tube visible along the crease of his left hip, and he was ignoring it masterfully. His shrewd gaze lingered unexpectedly on him instead of Barber—he was used to being thought of as the smart one, not the hot one, so the slightly heated attention was a bit disconcerting.
“You been hitting the weights harder than usual, Adkins?” Costas asked, sounding unsure of exactly what about Adkins was drawing his attention.
“Not really, sir,” Adkins answered, surprised. “Maybe I’ve been just basking in Barber’s aura a little too long.” He made it sound like snark, but if Costas was seeing him as, what, buffer than before, maybe being around Barner really was slowly changing him. Not for the first time, his brain fixated on a question he was desperate to know the answer to: What could Barber’s actual cum do? What’s going to happen when I finally get to make him blow his load, in my mouth, in my ass, all over my body…
“Uh huh,” Costas said, done with the subject. He addressed them both. “Jenkins is going on maternity, so I need you to pick up the Finchley Twins case. Get the files from her. They’re the key to bringing down their dad and his money-laundering cartel, but so far they’ve refused to flip, so…” He glanced between the two of them. “See what you can do.”
Adkins bit his lip and spared a glance up as his stoic-miened god of a partner. Though he scoffed at the idea that his record was better than any other diligent agent’s would be, Barber was already famous for his uncanny ability to garner testimony and evidence from practically any informant. How different would things be now, with Barber was so transformed he was actually radiating arousal, sex, and possibly even more?
They found the Finchley Twins in the expansive, fully-equipped weight room of their oversized mansion just out of town. Sweaty, shirtless, and bristling with carved, thick muscle obviously built through years of training, their matching navy sweatpants their only attire apart from blue and white paisley bandanas holding back loose, damp black hair, they looked like a set of bosses you had to fight halfway through an upmarket martial arts video game.
One was doing bench presses and the other was spotting him, but when the two agents entered the one benching immediately racked his weight and stood, and the other moved to his side. They were gaping at Barber, and, gratifyingly, at Adkins as well, their exertions and sweat-damp, red-flushed muscles making them look like Barber and Adkins had already had their way with them. Adkins saw they were already tenting their sweatpants, though it wasn’t clear whether they had even noticed they were suddenly boned as fuck.
They moved slowly and almost involuntarily toward the agents as if drawn toward their beauty, even as one of them said defiantly, “We know why you’re here,” and the other added, “We’re not going to testify.”
Then Barber smiled. It was a wide, radiant, and—shockingly!—thoroughly debauched smile. The two men stopped, their eyes wide and their cheeks hot. Dark, wet dots appeared in their sweats where their wide, rigid cocks seemed to be trying to push through the thick cotton fabric. The smile alone would be enough to push them over, Adkins thought. Fuck, Adkins himself was ready to cum from the brilliance of that smile, and he was only seeing it from the side, not getting it full-force liked the brothers were.
He watched in awe as Barber stepped toward them and seemed to grow. Adkins thought he knew Barber’s fully transformed state, the version he had seen every day and whacked off too every night since that fateful encounter on Zamora’s ranch. But as Barber became more and more impressive, swelling in size and beauty with every step, his hair cascading longer, his muscles swelling, his cocks burgeoning, Adkins realized that Barber had been holding back. All this time, he’d thought he’d been the lucky one to see the true Barber, but now he knew he had not seen anything yet.
What the twins saw as they gaped up at Barber, his golden hair brushing the ceiling, Adkins didn’t know. Maybe they didn’t see all of it, though they saw enough to reach out and each grab with both hands one of the chest-high, bigger-than-before front erections towering directly in front of them. They seemed not to notice Barber’s pre-spitting giant rear boners, which had shoved past his front legs and were now prodding the twin’s sculpted thighs through their increasingly sodden sweats.
“I think you’ll do the right thing,” Barber told them, his voice seeming to reverberate through the weight room. Adkins watched their chest and shoulders upper arms shift and jump as they mindlessly worshiped this man and his cocks, Barber’s words sinking into him as well as the twins. The twins, staring up at Barber as they stroked his slick, tree-trunk front cocks together, nodded dumbly. Of course they would. They would be imbued with a need to fulfill his desires, and of course Barber, always the federal agent first, desired only justice.
Adkins felt it, too. Please him. I must please him.
With a bolt of clarity, however, Adkins saw what Barber truly needed. Barber was aroused, too, titanically aroused, all the fucking time. And now, in this state, Barber was ten times more aroused than his usual desperate condition.
Barber needed to cum, more than any man ever. And it was up to Adkins to make it happen.
Afterwards Adkins wasn’t sure what happened to his clothes. All he knew was that when he jumped up on Barber’s rear ass he was completely nude, just like Barber, his massive-looking cock standing iron-hard and ready as he grasped Barber’s head-sized pecs from behind while simultaneously licking Barber’s neck. He shouldn’t have been big enough to reach, not with Barber having become juist about as tall as the room itself, tall enough to loom over the impressively muscled twins (now straddling the colossal erections shoving out between Barber’s front legs). But somehow he was. As he stroked and caressed the firm, round pecs his hands smeared with precum, and he wasn’t sure if it was from the now chest-high cocks, or if Barber was so full of pre-jizz his nips were leaking it as well as his cocks. He kept up with Barber’s heavy pecs while feeling up the stone-hard ridges of Barber’s pre-smeared twelve-pack as well, the whole time mouthing and licking Barber’s neck while sliding his own prodigious cock up and down the middle of Barber’s broad back. Remembering how effective stroking Zamora’s horsey flanks had been, Adkins slid his legs along Barber’s muscular, humantaur sides, accidentally finding Barber’s slippery, still-expanding rear cocks with his feet between Barber’s two sets of legs.
At this point Barber let out a sudden, deep moan, and this admission of lust and need kicked matters into a higher gear. Each of the twins was using mouths, tongues, and all four meaty hands in abject worship of Barber’s monumental front cocks, and as Adkins continued rutting against his back and caressing his godly torso Barber bent his head back to kiss Adkins as passionately as he’d ever been kissed. All of a sudden they were cumming together, a volcanic climax the size of ten orgasms, all shared between them. All of them were erupting as if from a single, mile-high cock, and Adkins felt as though he could cum like this forever, eternally spending limitless human spunk deep into the universe.
Though his satchel, now mysteriously containing his wallet, badge, and keys, remained by the door the exercise room, Adkins never did find his clothes; and after sharing a shower with the handsome, hard-muscled, long-tongued, four-armed and double-cocked Finchley Trips and securing their solemn and earnest assurance they would testify against their father and his elaborate criminal enterprise, Adkins had no choice but to try just brazenly walking out naked alongside his equally nude and still much-larger partner, Adkins’s two large, bare feet padding as silently as Barber’s foursome on the soft, beautiful carpets of the mansion’s grand hallway. Sure enough, the butler who’d shown them in took no more notice of Adkins’s six sculpted arms and the enormous and indefatigable erection he had nuzzling his sternum than he did of Barber’s (once again) 7’6” humantaur physique and plethora of stiff, weeping cocks (somehow he had three up front now, at least for the moment, all of them smearing precum along his collarbone as he walked, and his two rear adamantine erections had so far failed to recede much past his hefty, considerably oversized balls). Unless the old retainer was so unflappable as not to take notice even of large, naked men with impossible, leaking erections, Adkins reckoned his nervous hope might well be his new reality: that he now possessed a perception filter, too, and could walk amongst ordinary men transformed with the same impunity as Barber and Zamora.
As they strode down the driveway toward their SUV Adkins looked up at his partner thoughtfully, swinging his satchel a little from his middle right hand. It was high noon on a clear, bright day, and with his flowing golden hair and tanned, impressive physique practically shining in the brilliant sunlight Adkins thought he looked more like an Apollo than ever. A mega-Apollo, he mused, remolded to drive men more mad with desire even than did his usual, more human form. Even now, Adkins wanted to cum just from looking at him, and a welling of precum was already re-sliming the newly sculpture-worthy torso he had only moments before scrubbed very clean in the course of a prolonged, five-man shower.
“You surprise me,” Adkins said eventually. “You really do. I’d never have guessed you’d have…” He faltered, unsure how to phrase his thought.
“Used the effect I have on others to advance the case?” Barber suggested, looking ahead with his usual serious expression.
Adkins was taken aback. He’d never heard Barber talk like this. “What, this whole time? I thought you didn’t even—”
Again, he hesitated, and again Barber finished for him: “—know how attractive I am?” He spared a glance down at Adkins, lips quirking. “What kind of a maroon do you take me for?”
Adkins eyed him consideringly. “You just don’t think it’s important,” he decided. “Except for the greater good.”
Barber smiled, and Adkins felt his heart stutter. “If you want to put it that way.”
They reached the SUV, and Adkins turned to him. “So… what about for the good of your partner, who needs to think straight if he’d to come up with all the clever plans?” he said with a crooked grin. “After all,” he added gesturing to his newly upsized and apparently unrelenting dick, “you’re the one responsible for exactly how hard I am right now.”
Barber nodded soberly, as if considering Adkins’s logic, but he was also eyeing his giant cock with obvious hunger, his own cocks spitting little arcs of pre in response. “We do need you thinking clearly,” he agreed, eyes dancing. “We can… definitely build some new routines into our schedule.”
Adkins smiled. “Now you’re finally on my wavelength.” He moved around and got in the driver’s side, with Barber, who was these days a little too big for the passenger seat since his transformation, climbing in the back. As Adkins pulled his seatbelt on over his naked, freshly altered form and started the engine, a new thought occurred to him, and he sat a moment, letting the car hum around him. Barber’s cum would change him—something he’d only gotten a taste of so far. But if he was becoming more like Barber… what might his cum do to the humantaur god behind him?
Adkins put the SUV in gear and pulled out into the street with a wicked smile on his face. He could not wait to find out.