A Rooftop Somewhere
With a leg hiked up onto the building's brick ledge and the ring being tightly gripped in his right hand, Duke's thoughts were on the city as he glanced out across the various rooftops and streetlight-lit roads of Stone Heights. The neighborhood wasn't as crime-ridden as Oldtown or Portes, but Duke knew that someone shouldn't be walking around at night by themselves.
Duke knew that he couldn't be a hero like Flyby or Scorch, diverting crashing planes, and preventing disasters, but instead doing good deeds where they mattered the most and letting it all snowball together. It was his hope that maybe the people living in "the Stone" could feel just a little bit safer from what he would do, and despite knowing that the task would be difficult and take a while, Duke was determined to use the powers he got from the ring to good use.
Duke stepped back from the edge and slipped off his jockstrap as the ring gave off an vibrating buzz, tossing the discarded underwear into a black and red duffel--one side was embroidered with a white solid "WA Wrestling" logo, which he always brought along with him for these nightly incursions. Without the jock, Duke was left in the buff with only the dim moonlight casted on his dark brown, athletic physique.
Duke brought the small dull gray object as it glowed a faint orange yellow towards the soft seven inches hanging heavily over his cum-filled balls. Although the size of the ring clearly couldn't fit around Duke's thick girth, it mysteriously increased in circumference, until it was perfect for Duke to securely wear around his dick. Still the glow and the size changes weren't the strangest thing for Duke when it came to the ring.
If anything it had to be the vibrations and beating pulses, almost like a heartbeat that made Duke believe that it was alive. Both Duke and Robbie were clueless on the origins of the ring, Duke believed that the ring was of alien origin, but Robbie theorized that the ring was a mystical item. But both knew that the ring was powerful and had to be kept a secret, no matter what.
Right as he was about to slip the ring on, his phone loudly buzzed and chirped bringing him out of his focused headspace.
What the fuck?
Duke thought, snatching up his phone from the duffel bag as the lock screen showed a smiling photo of his Uncle Joshua. Quickly, Duke answered the phone.
"Hey Unc, sorry about not--" Duke said swiftly but was just as swiftly cut off by his uncle.
"D!? Jesus fucking christ, I'm glad you're okay. You don't know how close I was to calling the police. Where are you? Are you with Robbie or Jamal maybe?" Question after question was yelled into Duke's ear, who had to pull the phone back and away from his head, before saying something back.
"Everything's alright," Duke said, trying his best to come up with a believable lie. "I was with Robbie and my phone died...and no one had a charger so---"
"Duke, Duke, Duke. It's fine, I'm just glad you're alright and not...you know." Joshua interrupted again, but this time with a sigh.
The ring vibrated in Duke's hand, but he tried his best to ignore it.
"Yeah, I'll be home tomorrow evening if that's okay?"
"Sure D, but let me know when you get to school and when you leave, maybe if I get off of my shift early we can go out to eat somewhere."
Duke smirked and ruffled his hair with a free hand, "Maybe that Indian place in East Beach?"
Joshua chuckled in response, "Of course...oh!"
The ring buzzed again, although this time with some intensity, but Duke was able to reply with a "What?"
"I forgot to let you know that you got a weekend appointment--Saturday at 11:30 with Dr. De Luca."
"Oh ok, but I got to go now, Robbie is calling for me in the other room. He wants me to watch this new movie he found, so I gotta deal with that."
"No problem D, I love you, bye."
"Love you too, bye." And with that the call ended, although the ring continued to buzz and vibrate away.
Duke sighed, pocketing the phone back into the duffel bag.
He always felt bad, lying to his uncle, but knew that he was ultimately protecting him from the chaotic life of a superhero and whatever kind of enemies he would make, sooner or later.
Let's do this...
And with that final thought, Duke slid the ring down his veiny shaft, until he felt the smooth metallic surface rubbing up against his closely-shaved pubes. He waited for a moment for the transformation to being, having not yet gotten completely used to the process.
Another moment passed and nothing, Duke shifted on his feet and then---
A surge of intense, tingly, bone-chilling, but at the same time red hot adrenaline rushed through his bloodstream that made curled his toes, made goosebumps form, his nipples went stiff and now stuck out like two thumbs on his pecs, the once flaccid appendage in between his muscular thighs was rock hard and throbbing.
He groaned in a mix of pleasure and pain, each sound coming out as a deep growl that made him even harder--he was loving every second of the transformation.
"Fuck..." He growled as the feeling of the transformation was a bittersweet mix of pain and pleasure, and Duke was loving it.
His bones stretched and grew, muscles flexed and expanded in size as they became more corded and veiny; he went from looking like an above-average wrestler to a bodybuilder, although not even close to Coach Reyes' levels.
Duke's arms, biceps, lats, arms, and gut all became bigger--the overall muscle mass of his physique increased within moments. The once six-pack abs were an eight-pack now, but however impressive and cut they looked was being greatly overshadowed by the two mounds of muscle tit flesh above.
His perky pecs were meatier, bulkier with engorged areolas and nipples an inch and a half thick, sticking out from the beefy mounds like thumbs. He raised his hands up and gave them a slight flick, instantly yelping and falling to the ground; they were sensitive as fuck and his dick responded to all of the tantalizing sensations, Duke didn't think that his dick could get any harder.
The phat, perfectly round bubble butt on his behind doubled in size, jutting out even further and looked like a perfect mix of grotesque plastic surgery and natural genetics. His waist was tight and thin, giving him an hourglass figure and that look was amplified by the sheer incredible size of the teen's muscular thunder thighs.
