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This story contains subjects of adult themes, nudity, sexual acts, muscle growth, and human transformation. If you are under 18, I suggest you leave this page and find other non-adult stories to read. If you are offended, please see a therapist

I welcome any and all criticism if they are made in a constructive and adult manner. Thanks, Jackdog.

The idea for this story just came to me one night. It's about your average college guy who meets up with a God that changes his life forever

"Are you kidding me"? The voice said as he stared at the screen of the atm machine. The screen showing a forty-dollar balance and the announcement he had insufficient funds to take out two hundred.

Davis was just your average looking guy. Not tall or short, not skinny or fat, not homely or good looking. The kind of guy that blended in with the crowd. He was in his second semester of his freshman year at college. He had won a scholarship which paid for his schooling. It didn't however pay for his room and board or his daily living expenses. His parents set up an account where he would receive a set amount on the first of each month.

Being your typical nineteen-year-old he didn't pay much attention to what things cost. He used his debit card for pretty much everything. From those expensive café latte's to buying pizza and beer for him and his school mates. This is how he found himself in the student union quad in front of the atm machine. It was seven days until the first of the month when his monies from his parents would be deposited. "What the hell am I going to do now" he bemoaned.

A deep manly voice from behind him replied, "Having a little cash flow issue?".

Davis turned around. Standing there had to be the most beautiful man he had ever seen. He stood around six two and had to weigh at least 225 pounds, muscles bulging under his purple t-shirt. His jeans looked like they were painted on and by the looks of it he was sporting some pretty big assets. He looked up to a face only Michelangelo could have sculpted. A perfect angular face with a strong chin and jaw. Full lips, perfect shaped nose, manly brow, the face of a god. His tan skin glowed against the late afternoon light. Hair the color of dark honey that was cut short but accentuated his face and hazel brown eyes that pulled your soul into them. He was showing off his dimples from the dazzling smile and perfect white teeth.

The young god again spoke, "Sorry, I couldn't help but overhear your frustration". He reached out his hand. "I'm Helios" he said. Davis was transfixed. He stood there dumbfounded and mute. He felt a hand shaking his, then a bemused laugh.

Davis finally found his voice as he finally squeaked out, "Davis.... I'm Davis".

"Davis is it; I like the sound of it. So, you're in a bit of jam. Maybe I can help you solve it" he said.

"Help...me?" Davis sputtered.

"It's obvious you're having problems making ends meet. Maybe I can give you the solution to your problem that's all".

Helios stepped back a few steps moving from the shade and into the sun. The light flooded over his body creating deep shadows over his face and body. Davis thought "He looks like one of those Greek statues you see in a museum. God was this man gorgeous". He could feel his cock grow hard. Helios stepped around Davis to the atm machine. He inserted his card and entered his pin number. A few moments later with cash in hand he turned to face Davis.

"Here, let me give this to you" as he handed Davis the two hundred dollars he needed.

Davis was speechless. Here, a total stranger albeit a handsome one giving him the cash he needed.

"Hey Helios, I really appreciate the offer, but you don't even know me. How do you know I'll even pay you back" said Davis, "besides don't you need this money for yourself"?

Helios just smiled. "You can owe me a favor if ever I need one, deal". Davis shook his head,

"Sure thing, I can't tell you how much of a lifesaver you are". "Well at least let's exchange contact numbers so we can stay in touch, ok"?

Davis fished out his cell phone and the two of them gave each other their information. Helios was about to leave. Davis didn't want him to go just yet.

"Hey, I was wondering, would like to grab a bite to eat? Now that I have some cash it's the least I could do. Plus, you said something about giving me the answer to my problems". Davis expected the man to blow him off without a thought.

The man looked him over. "I'll tell you what, let me buy you dinner. It's not every day I get to help out such a handsome stud when they're in need"

Davis blushed, no one had ever called him handsome much less a stud. Secretly he hoped he could spend more time with Helios, and this might be his chance. "I know a great burger place just off campus I think you might like".

Helios chuckled. "Well then, it looks like this is my lucky day. Lead the way my dear fellow" As he followed Davis across the quad to the bus stop, he rubbed the ring on his left hand. The dark green gem flashed brightly for just a moment. A little while later sitting in the booth at the restaurant the two men were getting to know each other.

Davis told him about how he ended up at university, studying architecture, his family life back on the farm, his years of growing up in Iowa. All along Helios drinking his cup of coffee and listening intently, nodding his head and smiling. Finally, all talked out, there was an awkward silence, Davis looked down at his plate. His hands in his lap fidgeting. Keeping his eyes adverted from the man's gaze Davis said in a quiet voice,

"I just want to say before this goes any further; I'm gay". Davis could feel the heat from his blushing face.

He then heard the man say, "Well isn't that a coincidence, so am I".

Davis looked up slowly, he drank in the man's vision. Helios had a broad smile on his face. Davis's throat felt dry. He reached for his glass of water but before he could raise it to his lips, a strong hand put it around his wrist.

"Would you like to go to my place where you and I can get "better" acquainted" the god asked.

It was dark by the time they left the restaurant. The man hailed an Uber car and off they went down the street. Sitting in the back seat it dawned on Davis that all through dinner, he hadn't asked one question about Helios. The man had let him do all the talking. Now here he was being taken to his place for god knows what.

Tony and trendy shops and restaurants were replaced by the grittier scene of the manufacturing and warehouses near the outskirts of town. Twenty minutes later they arrived at their destination. As the two men stepped from the vehicle Davis looked up at the huge concrete and metal building. "This couldn't be where he lives" he thought.

Helios paid the driver, then walked over near the wall where a small hooded light illuminated a steel door. Stenciled on the face it read, "The Stables". He punched a code into a keypad and the door unlocked. He opened the door and ushered the young man in. Just a few lights where lit throughout the space, but even so he could tell that the place was huge. Davis heard the clicking of lights being turned on. He turned and what he saw took his breath away.

The difference between the outside and the inside of the building was nothing short of astounding. The ceilings must have been forty feet high. The room was the size of a football field. Criss crossing the ceiling were large oak beams. Attached to them were ornate chandeliers lighting the room, casting a warm inviting glow.

Gleaming wood panels adorned the walls with intricate details. Along the walls sat ornate chairs, tables and sofas on raised daises. Sumptuous artwork hung on the walls. His mind reeled at the opulence and luxury the room exuded. If that wasn't enough the floor near the walls was edged in shimmering black marble with veins of silver. All of that paled to what was in the middle of the space.

Taking up most of the square footage was a clay dirt riding arena. It was ringed by a low pony wall of wood painted white and polished to waxen perfection. Capping it off were statues mounted on top of the wall every twenty feet. Gleaming white marble of horses and nude muscular men in a multitude of poses.

"Welcome to my humble abode" Helios said.

Davis still stunned asked "What is this place? Do you live here?

"Well, yes and no. It's where I live and where I also run my business." The man replied. "Come along colt, let me show you the rest of the place.

Davis didn't catch the "colt" reference. His brain was still trying to process his surroundings. "So, I assume your business has something to do with horses, right?" he said.

Helios replied, "yes in a way, horses and other enterprises".

He followed the man down the left gallery. As they came to the midpoint in the room there were a pair of large double doors to their left. A polished gold plaque above the doors read "Mounts of the Gods". Come, let me show you my stables". He swept the doors open to reveal a true horse stable. But nothing like he had ever seen before.

The opulence he had walked through earlier continued into this space. The first thing he noticed was the smell. It wasn't the typical smell of piss and sweat. The place smelled of lavender and vanilla, blending with musk and cedar. Each stall was larger than his whole apartment. Food and water bins made of shining chrome inserted into the walls of gleaming stained wood. A large raised mattress placed in the corner the size of a king bed. Floors covered in fresh cedar chips.

Odd, he noticed there was a recessed trough in the floor at the back of each stall with running water. Could it be a type of toilet for the equines to use? Even the air temperature seemed to be perfectly set, not to hot nor to cold. It was then he noticed the light sound of classical music playing throughout the room.

He followed Helios down the wide gallery. As he passed, each stall contained the most incredible examples of equines he had ever seen. They were all large and well-muscled. They wore all types of coloring and markings. From the darkest black to the purest of white. They all stood at attention, not making a sound. Their necks and heads craning over the stall doors watching the men pass. Each of them wore an identical bridle made of tan leather and silver buckles. It was then he noticed brass nameplates on each of the doors. Each one of them had a name engraved into them. Apollo, Dionysus, Hermes, Theseus and so on.

"Helios, I noticed all the names on the stall doors are of Greek gods".

"Yes, your right. I have a penchant for Greek gods, so I've named all my stallions after them".

"You mean all your horses are male" asked Davis

"Of course, why wouldn't they be" the man said.

Davis found his response odd. Finally, they had arrived at the end of the gallery. Davis looked over to the last stall on his right. He noticed that the name plate on the door was blank and the stall empty.

"My living quarters are at the top of the stairs. Please, follow me". Helios said. Davis turned and spied a magnificent fountain and pool. On each side of the pool were matching marble staircases rising and curving to meet the second-floor terrace.

In the middle of the pool stood a life size gold statue of a rearing stallion. The way the lights played on it's surface you almost believed at any moment it was going to step off it's pedestal, it was so lifelike. It was then he noticed the artwork included a phallus that was fully erect, supported by an orange sized ball sack. Davis looked over and saw Helios staring at him. He looked down and felt embarrassed.

"Don't be shy, it's only natural for you to be in awe of such magnificent art". Helios turned and began to climb the stairs. Davis followed.

They arrived at the top of the stairs. Another large space spread out before them. It appeared to be a combination living, eating and sleeping area. On the far end of the room a bank of large windows ran from one end of the room to the other. In the distance you could see the city lights of downtown.

At this point Davis didn't think he could be more amazed but standing there, he was taken aback on how spectacular the loft was. He had never seen one so large or beautifully furnished. From the chef quality kitchen to the fully stocked bar. A gleaming black grand piano sat over in one corner surrounded by a wall of books. A massive floor to ceiling fireplace graced another wall. Antique Persian rugs covering the polished tiled floor.

"Would you care for something to drink" Helios asked. The man had moved to behind the bar. Davis walked up and took a seat on one of the dark red leather covered stools. He watched as the man placed a couple of glasses onto the counter.

He moved around the space retrieving various items, placing them on the work surface. He filled a small silver bucket with crushed ice. From the small fridge he removed what looked like milk and some orange juice. From behind him he removed a glass decanter filled with amber colored fluid from the glass shelf.

"What kind of drink is it" Davis asked.

Helios spoke, "It's an old family recipe handed down from generation to generation".

"What's in it" he asked.

"It's a family secret, but I think you will find it to your liking".

Helios began to add the ingredients into the sterling silver shaker. Once done, he shook the container and began to pour it over the ice filled glasses. Davis noticed the milky white color of the drink. It had a nutty citrus smell. He picked up the glass and took a sip. The flavor bloomed in his mouth, the drink sliding over his teeth and tongue. He could feel a warmth in his throat grow, then his stomach. He took a second sip. The taste was even more intense. Before he realized it, the glass sat empty on the counter. Helios removed it and replaced it with another. Davis let out a giggle. He picked up the offered glass and drank it down without pausing.

Davis was beginning to feel the effects of the alcohol. His brain felt slightly detached from his body. He hadn't notice that Helios had moved around the bar and was now standing behind him. Strong hands appeared at his shoulders. They began to knead and message the muscles in a circular rhythmic pattern. The ring on the god's finger illuminating a bright green glow.

Davis closed his eyes and laid his head back against the man's chest. Helios moved his hands to the man's waist. He slid them under his shirt, moving up his torso, placing them on his nipples. He gently tugged and pulled on them, bringing them to a diamond hardness. Davis could feel his stiffening cock push against his pants.

Suddenly Davis felt his whole body heat up. Beads of perspiration appeared on his skin. His cock was aching, his balls felt swollen and full. It felt like multiple hands were moving over his body. He felt tight and restrictive in his clothes. He wanted to be out of them, to feel those hands on his naked flesh. In truth his clothes were tighter against his body. Not because they had shrunk but because he was getting bigger.

Soft muscle was giving way to lean sinewy brawn. His breaths grew deep and long. His neck thickened, followed by his traps and deltoids. With each inhalation his chest grew wider, deeper, his nipples growing larger. His back widened as his waist shrunk showing off it's insane vee taper. Davis cold feel his body thicken, getting heavier. His blood pulsing through him, it felt like liquid fire.

He opened his eyes. The color of his iris's darkening to a deep green. His skin taking on a healthy tone. His head hair lightening to a golden brown, growing thicker, longer until it reached past his shoulders.

The other parts of his body continued to grow. Thin arms and legs adding massive amounts of flesh. Fat melting from his body revealing deepening definition, veins appearing, adding to his hardening physic. Davis let out a long moan as his spine began to lengthen, adding height to his mass. One, two, three inches and more until he stood at an impressive six foot, four inches.

Where there was none, his torso sported eight thick segmented abdominals capped off by a perfect Adonis belt. The onslaught to his clothes from his growth caused them to begin to tear and rip apart. He reached up and with his newfound strength pulling apart his golf shirt as if it was made of tissue paper. His pants not faring much better. Looser at the waist but splitting apart at his quads. The button popping off and his zipper pulling apart to reveal his lengthening penis and growing balls.

He grabbed the hem and shoved them and his briefs down over his massive thighs to his ankles, stepping out of them just in time to see his Van's split apart as his size nine feet thicken and lengthen to a size fourteen.

He watched as the foreskin he never had regrow, sliding down the length of his growing shaft until just the tip of his cock peeked out from the hood. Davis cupped his bloated ball sac, palming his golf ball size testes in his larger hand. His thicker twelve-inch manhood pushing out from his groin like the prow of a ship. A hiss of pleasure slipped through his lips.

Pain replaced pleasure as it began to spread across his face. It felt like the mother of all sinus headaches. His teeth ached and buzzed. He could hear bones pop and creak as his mundane features transformed. No longer average in looks, his face rearranging itself into the visage of a burgeoning god. Chin and jaw widening, nose slimming, eyes and brows changing their shape to reflect his newfound masculinity. Lips thickening, teeth perfecting themselves as the color turned a dazzling white.

What seemed like forever but really was only a few minutes his transformation came to its conclusion. Davis stood there, the sound of his heavy breathing filling the room. From behind him he heard, "I must say I do damn good work".

He turned to face the owner of the voice. Davis wasn't prepared for the sight in front of him. Seeing Helios nude, in all his glory almost brought him to his knees.

Helios stepped forward, embracing the newly minted god in his strong arms. The two pulled into a deep and passionate kiss. Helios took his hand and led Davis across the room to the en suite. There, in front of a full-length mirror for the first time he gazed upon his transformed self. He gasped. "Who is this stranger looking back at me" he thought. He ran his hands over his improved body and face. He grasped his prodigious cock feeling the foreskin slide over its thick shaft.

Finally, he looked at the man standing beside him in the mirror. "Ha, ha, how is this possible" he said in his deeper voice.

"Let's just say I have certain powers that allow me to bestow gifts to people I think deserve them. Remember when we met, I said I could solve your problem. Well think of this as the first of many gifts that will make your life problem free".

"But how does this solve my money problems"? And how do I explain my physical changes to my friends and family"? Davis cried out.

"Hold out your hand". Helios said as he stepped closer to him. Davis did as he was asked. The man took ahold of his wrist with one hand. With the other he placed a ring onto his finger. "Think of this as your second gift" the god said.

Davis looked down at the jeweled silvered ring, the emerald flashed an intense light. Images and newfound knowledge flooded his head. Images of stallions running, of playing in fields of green, of rutting with other stallions with abandonment. He looked at Helios and understood everything. Smiling he said, "Master, I most humbly thank you for your magnificent gift", bowing deeply to his new father.

Helios smiled, he took the man's hand in his, "Come my son, it's time you met your brothers, they have been impatiently awaiting your arrival". He turned and they walked down the stairs and into the stables.

As they entered Davis stopped. He froze as he was met by an incredible sight. Standing in a semi-circle nude, were the most beautiful men he had ever seen. There were from all different races, dark to light. What they all had in common was their handsome masculine faces, heavily muscled bodies and well-endowed manhood.

Davis noticed they all sported the identical ring he now wore.

Helios called out. "My sons welcome your new brother to the herd, welcome Perseus. Hearing his name, Davis, now reborn as Perseus felt a shudder of sexual hunger flow through his body.

These men, his brothers, moved to surround him. Hands, arms, lips reaching out to embrace him. He closed his eyes as he felt lips pressing against his, a mouth enveloped his rock-hard cock, a wet tongue invading his anus. Multiple hands roaming over his body, touching and prodding his rock-hard muscles. Perseus allowed his mind to wander. He never felt more loved or accepted in all his life.

Their father called to them. "Come my children, it is time to show your new brother his other self".

Without merit, they moved away from Perseus, leaving him wanting of their touch. He watched as the men began to moan in ecstasy, their muscles seem to ripple with change. Bodies already packed with brawn began to grow larger. Thick body hair began to grow where none was before. Skin darkening, arms and legs lengthening. Finger and toenails changing from clear to black, then fusing together in one large mass. Massive chests growing wider and deepening, shoulder and hip sockets realigning themselves to accommodate a more quadruped stance.

Some of them had already moved to this new position as their head hair flowed down their backs becoming manes. Coccyx's unhinged as long slender appendages grew out, hairs appearing as they became long lustrous tails. Necks began to thicken and stretch as the transformation grew to a close. Human ears shrinking as dish shaped fur covered ones emerging from the top of their heads. The final changes came in the form of faces stretching forward, eyes moving to the side of their changing heads. Noses pushing wider, blending as human mouths became muzzles.

Where once stood men, now powerful, noble steeds had taken their place. Whinnies and snorts filled the air, hooves pawing the ground in agitation. Massive black and mottled pink equine organs proudly on display for all to see. Baseball sized testes encased in black leathered skin, heavily laden with seed, seeking release.

Perseus; sexually stimulated and awed by the scene unfolding before him was brought to orgasm. Spurt after spurt of thick cum fountained from his foot-long cock painting the ground white. From behind him he heard a loud horse cry. He turned to behold the visage of the most magnificent stallion imaginable. He knew at once this was his father. He heard him speak to his mind.

"Come my Perseus, my stallion, my son. Let us join your brethren in a night of infinite pleasures". The man turned his head to look at the empty stall. He spied the brass nameplate. It was no longer blank. Inscribed onto its surface was his new name and with it a new life.

EPILOGUE

Steve pushed the old Honda off the road and into the parking lot. He got out and opened the hood, steam billowing from out of the engine compartment. He stood there, pissed off to high heaven, sweat streaming down his face. His dress shirt soaked from the exertion of pushing the car and the heat of the day.

Standing there, just staring into space he uttered, "Of all times for this piece of shit to take a dump on me when I have an important job interview". He was about to take out his cell phone when he heard a deep male voice speak.

"I see you're having some difficulties with your vehicle" the voice said. Steve turned around and as he did so begin to say, "No shit Sher.... he didn't complete his retort. For standing in front of him was a god. Steve was as straight as they come but even he felt a sexual charge move through his body. For this guy was beyond handsome. He was a walking billboard of masculinity.

He stood there with his mouth agape. The god spoke, "I'm sorry if I'm bothering you but I noticed you were in need of some assistance". The man extended his hand and smiled. "My name is Perseus and I think I have the answer to all your problems".

Not sure if there will be a follow up to this story. Let me know what you think. JD,