Colt Men's Magazine - Vol 2
- Prologue -
The sound of Erik's motorcycle echoed across the vast fields of the nearby farm as he drove past the open fence gate. He swung his bike to the side, grinding it to a halt and sending a cloud of dirt into the air. His boots clicked along the stone pathway as he approached the farmhouse. A sense of nostalgia had overcome him as he stepped across the creaky wooden porch, he had filmed in an old farmhouse like this before, it really brought him back.
The thought quickly left Erik's mind when he approached the front door, he was here on a mission. He turned the knob and let himself into the stranger's house. Breaking and entering would normally be more nerve wracking, but Erik had scouted this place for a while now. No one was home, the father always left on the weekends, spending his time in hotel rooms with a rotating door of women. The son, well the son was the reason Erik was here in the first place. The young man had been sneaking out to local gay bars while his father was gone, but didn't normally interact with anyone, preferring to watch from the sidelines. Erik had come to change that.
He wandered around the foreign house, eventually stumbling upon the son's room. He scoured every inch of the room, looking for something specific. He emptied drawers and examined every shelf in the room, it was only when checked under the bed did he find what he was looking for. A 2002 Colt Mens Calendar, a few years old by this point but still a classic.
Carl Hardwick, what a legend Erik thought.
He admired the cover for a moment before the sound of footsteps on the front porch distracted him. Erik grinned as he exited the bedroom. He walked back to the living room, close to the front door, and leaned against a door frame while watching the young man take off his boots.
It took a moment for the man to notice Erik watching him, but when he finally noticed, he froze like a statue.
"Don't be scared, son." Erik said in a gruff voice. "I'm not gonna hurt you."
"Who are you?" The young man asked. "What do you want!?" He blurted before Erik could even respond.
"I've come to help you out." Erik grinned.
The man slowly started moving to the door and reached for a shot gun on the wall.
"That won't be necessary, boy." Erik commanded. "Recognize this?" He said holding up the calendar.
"That's not what it looks like." The young man panicked. "It's... It's..."
"It's alright, son." Erik comforted him as he approached the young man. "You're 22 and still hiding from your father, still hiding from who you really are. I can change that."
"Wha-"
The young man couldn't even finish his sentence before Erik grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. The man seemed shocked at first, but quickly relaxed and leaned in for the kiss, wrapping his arms around Erik's waist.
As Erik pulled away, he could already see the changes taking hold of the man. His clean shaven face had grown a thick black mustache right above his lip. Erik grinned as the young man's face aged into his forties, growing a five o'clock shadow over his chiseled face.
The man seemed to notice the changes happening to his body when his plaid button up started to tighten around his growing body. His sleeves strained around his thick biceps as his hands doubled in size, matching his manly look. His chest rose into two meaty pecs and his shoulders broadened to match, creating rippled muscles along his upper back.
He let out a moan in a deep gruff voice as his legs filled out the empty space in his jeans. His ass perked up, causing his crack to show right above the waistline while a large bulge formed in his crotch that quickly snaked into his pant leg.
The man bit his lip as he watched the transformation occur in the mirror. He grinned and licked the sweat off of his bushy mustache. As his buttons started to strain against his hunky body, he unbuttoned each one, revealing the forest of hair covering every inch of his mountainous muscles.
Erik watched his lips quiver as he witnessed his muscles rising like bread right in front of his eyes. He rubbed his man hands through the dense pelt of hair that covered his weathered skin, making the bulge in his pants grow larger by the second.
Now that he was distracted by his own body, the world began to shift around him, just like it had for Erik. His cowboy hat morphed into a leather cap, erasing any memories of being a cowboy from the man's mind. Meanwhile his hairline receded and his five o'clock shadow grew into an untamed beard, complimenting his more mature look.
His jeans disappeared, leaving him in nothing but a small leather jockstrap, just barely big enough to contain his manhood. At the same time, his body continued to grow. His six pack swelled into a small muscle gut and his arms surpassed Erik's in size. Also, now unrestricted by clothing, his ass expanded even further, becoming two meaty globes that clapped when he walked.
Finally, black leather boots formed around his massive feet as the room around him began to change. His once familiar home quickly transformed into a lively bar, where men of all types flocked around him.
"We love you Carl!" A man in the crowd shouted.
Carl, now fully aware of his surroundings, smiled as men stuffed bills into his jockstrap.
He loved the attention, it felt... natural. He was about to give them the performance of a lifetime.
- Current Day -
The roar of the crowd is muffled as Erik walks out of the bar. The morning sun scorches his eyes as he steps out on the hot summer day. He leans against the wall and takes a deep breath of fresh air, something he hasn't gotten since the sun set the night before. He rubs his finger along his neck, feeling the soreness where hickies cover his skin.
Erik couldn't help but smile. What used to be a lonely town with a dying gay scene now had a bustling night club filled with men straight out of a Colt Mens Calendar. All thanks to him.
It's been a great night, but Erik calls it for the day, figuring he should get some sleep before doing it all again the next night.
He stumbles over to the nearby gas station, where he parked his bike the night before. She's a couple years past her prime, but she's still kicking. But just as he's about to drive off, he notices something strange. It's a Colt Mens magazine on the ground. He picks it up, or at least what's left of it. Most of the pages are ripped out, left as shreds blowing away in the wind.
"Pete." Erik says as he runs his finger down the cover page, licking the sweat of his mustache.
"Disgusting, ain't it?"
Erik looks up to see another man filling up his motorcycle.
"It's a real shame those queers are allowed to walk 'round these streets like there ain't nothin' wrong about 'em." The man continues. "Can't even tell most of 'em apart no more. They blend in with real men like us."
"Yeah..." Erik says in a somber tone.
"You be careful now." The man says as he gets on his bike. "Never know when one of them might be face to face with ya."
"Thanks for letting me know." Erik responds as he approaches the man. "I'll let you know something."
"What's that?" The man asks.
Erik gets close up to the man, close enough to feel the man's breath on his skin.
"You're looking at one... Right... Now."
Erik grins before pulling the man in for a kiss. He makes sure to get tongue and all, tasting the cigars and whiskey on his tongue. The man quickly pulls away, giving the most disgusted glare Erik has ever seen.
"You're gonna regret tha-" The man stops dead in his tracks.
"Gonna regret what?" Erik teases him.
The man looks down at himself as his body begins to change. His beer gut starts to melt away until a six pack emerges under the fat. His man tits solidify, becoming tough slabs of meat as his weak arms swell to match his sculpted body.
"What... Are... You..." The man tries to say as his gravelly voice becomes buttery smooth.
His legs grow more defined and his flabby ass perks up, propping himself up further on his bike. And his fat pad disappears, allowing his growing cock to show off its full glory.
The man's face begins to twitch before his facial features start to regain some youth. His wrinkly skin becomes plump and smooth as his wiry body hairs become neat and well trimmed, forming a short beard over his sharp jawline. And dark hairs start to grow all over his balding head, leaving him looking decades younger than he had moments earlier.
Pete watches as his ratty oversized clothes disappear, leaving only a few leather bands around his arms, and a baseball cap with COLT written in bold. He looks back at Erik and nods.
"See ya around Erik."
"Nice catching up, Pete." Erik smiles as Pete rides off on his bike.
"Freeze!" A shaky voice yells from behind Erik.
He turns to see a cop pointing a gun at him.
"What did you do to him!?" The cop yells.
Erik puts his hands up. "Woah, you must be mistaken officer, I was just catching up with an old friend." He chuckles. "That's not illegal, is it?"
"I... I saw you..." The newbie officer stutters.
"You saw me what?" Erik asks as he slowly steps closer to the cop.
"You... Changed him..." The cops eyes widen.
"I made him better." Erik continues to step closer to the officer.
The officer looks deep in thought, so Erik takes his shot. He charges the cop, knocking the gun out of his hand and pinning him to the wall. Erik towers over him as he holds the man's skrawny arms against the wall of the gas station.
"Change me!" The cop says.
"What?" Erik asks, genuinely confused.
"Whatever you did to him, I want you to do it to me."
"Why?"
"Nobody takes me seriously." The cop looks up at Erik. "I want to be strong like you, confident like you."
"It's not that simple. I need someone as a template." Erik admits.
"Make me the man of your dreams. No template."
Erik thinks for a moment. It just might work. While still pinning the man to the wall, Erik leans in for a kiss. He starts to imagine the perfect man in his arms, just the thought makes him hard.
Erik opens his eyes to see the cop has already begun to grow. His uniform tightens around his growing biceps and swelling pecs as the buttons pop off one by one. His uniform falls to the ground in shreds, showing off leather straps around his chest while a thick pelt of hair covers nearly every inch of his body.
Erik smiles as he awaits his perfect man, but his patience wears thin. As the cops face starts to age, Erik throats off his clothes and leans in for another kiss. The bristles of the cops new beard tickle his lips as they lock.
He pins the cop with his face against the wall, and pulls out his dick.
"You're under arrest." He smiles as he forces the cop to the ground.
The cop continues to grow, outgrowing Erik with thick arms, a bloated belly, and a perky ass.
"Don't try to resist." Erik climbs on top of the cop.
The cop gasps as Erik penetrates him, and with every thrust, he grows. His biceps swell and his dick nearly doubles in size, all while he ages into his forties, growing wrinkles on his forehead and grey hairs behind his receding hairline.
He moans in a gruff voice as Erik speeds up, thrusting all his weight on him. Erik grunts louder and louder until he releases his seed into the cop, bloating his muscle gut even more.
Erik rises to his feet, only now realizing the cop is sporting a leather vest and tight leather pants. He helps the cop to his feet, watching as the man now towers over him.
"I think you rearranged my organs." The cop laughs.
"It's nothing compared to what I'm gonna do to you when we get home." Erik grabs him by the hand and drags him to his motorcycle.
"I want you to do unspeakable things to me tonight."















