The Perfect Body: Sold to the Highest Bidder (Pixiv Fanbox)

　An almost unnaturally intense heat seemed to swirl across the stage.

　Towering bodybuilders, each having sculpted his physique to the absolute limit, stood clad in posing trunks so impossibly small they looked ready to spill their contents at any moment. Wearing expressions of pure ecstasy, they responded to the audience's thunderous applause and distinctive chants, striking one pose after another to display their magnificent physiques.

　The prestigious bodybuilding competition, held for the first time in several years, had finally returned. Upon the stage—reserved only for those worthy enough to stand upon it—gathered not only today's most celebrated bodybuilders, but also a new generation of formidable challengers determined to claim the championship. They proudly displayed the physiques they had forged through relentless dedication. The atmosphere hardly needed describing. Everywhere one looked, there was muscle—muscle, and more muscle. Calling it a mere competition hardly did it justice; it was nothing short of a festival of muscle.

"──Front Double Biceps!"

　At the call, more than a dozen massive competitors raised their arms in perfect unison. Their bulging biceps and densely developed upper bodies caught the glare of the spotlights, every ridge and contour of muscle thrown into even sharper relief.

"Hmph……"

"Nnngh!"

　The sight of them flexing their muscles while letting out low growls—and, at times, fierce battle cries—was nothing short of breathtaking. Yet the gazes fixed upon them from the audience were not filled with admiration or envy alone. There was another emotion mixed in as well: a peculiar kind of excitement.

　A mixture of sweat and posing oil trickled slowly through the valleys between their deeply tanned muscles. Even each individual droplet seemed to captivate the men seated in the audience, who scrutinized every inch of the competitors' physiques as though appraising merchandise before jotting notes onto the score sheets in their hands. Every one of them wore an eager grin, and the bulges at their crotches seemed to grow more pronounced with every passing moment.

　The bodybuilders, meanwhile, showed no sign of realizing how they were being viewed. Oblivious to the nature of the audience's hungry stares, they simply continued to display their sculpted physiques with pride, flashing brilliant white smiles as they struck one pose after another.

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"Damn it……!!"

　A hoarse shout echoed through the dressing room. Yasuo Mishima kicked a sports bottle lying at his feet, sending it skidding across the floor before throwing his head back toward the ceiling. His body—hard as forged steel from an intense pump-up—trembled as though responding to the rage surging through him. His thick, barrel-like chest heaved violently with every ragged breath, while the veins bulging beneath his skin throbbed relentlessly.

　He hadn't made it to the finals.

　The reality of it came crashing into him a heartbeat later, sinking into every inch of his body like a blade. He clenched his teeth until his jaw ached. Yet no matter how bitterly he ground them, the outcome would never change. He was nearly forty. Even now, his body continued its slow, inevitable decline.

(I still had more in me…… If I let this chance slip away……, there won't be another——.)

　During the preliminary round, Kenji Matsuzaka had stood beside him onstage, every flex making the contours of his muscles stand out in stark relief. Though only in his early thirties, even he was beginning to age in a sport where one's physique was everything. Even so, the sheer volume of muscle he carried was overwhelming. Mishima had narrowly managed to place above him at their most recent bodybuilding competition, but despite that victory, he himself had fallen just short of the title, finishing as the runner-up.

(I'll win this competition…… and climb to the next stage!)

　With that resolve burning in his heart, Mishima threw himself into the contest. Yet the man who ultimately claimed the championship was a twenty-two-year-old newcomer—Eisuke Ogata, fresh out of university.

　Despite his lack of experience, Ogata possessed a physique that was nothing short of astonishing. Having trained under a former bodybuilding champion, he displayed a level of muscular development far beyond his years. Ever since spectators had witnessed his commanding performance at that previous competition, whispers had spread throughout the bodybuilding world that he was destined to take the title here as well.

　Youth was an undeniable weapon. His skin was firm and taut, his muscles fresh and full of life, brimming with remarkable elasticity. But that was only part of what made him exceptional. His physique already possessed a balance that bordered on perfection—the breadth of his shoulders, the narrowness of his waist, the powerful development of his legs, and the radiant smile that effortlessly captivated the audience. Every feature came together in ideal proportion.

　The moment he struck a pose, his muscles flowed effortlessly into perfect form, revealing contours that seemed almost impossibly flawless. Like a masterfully sculpted work of art, his physique fused beauty and power into a single breathtaking whole. He looked less like an ordinary man than a mythical hero descended from the heavens—a living masterpiece that belonged in a museum rather than upon a competition stage.

　They themselves had once been the ones captivating audiences like that. But now…… perhaps they had become nothing more than men clinging to the glory of the past. The thought alone filled Mishima with a surge of bitter frustration.

　His anger over failing to reach the finals had barely begun to settle when the door to his dressing room swung open without so much as a knock. A bald man strode inside.

　He looked every bit the part of a nouveau riche businessman. Dressed in an extravagantly tailored suit, he appeared to be someone connected with the competition.

"……Who the hell are you?"

"Who am I, you ask?" the man replied with a grin. "My name is Daisuke Murata. And starting today…… 【your body】 is going to be mine♥"

　Mishima frowned. Assuming the man was some overzealous fan who had slipped past the security barriers, he opened his mouth to call for the staff at the top of his lungs.

　But in the very next instant, the man calling himself Murata pulled a small vial from his pocket and hurled its contents directly at Mishima.

"Urgh……!?"

　The liquid bursting from the mouth of the vial splashed across Mishima's lips, a portion of it sliding down his throat. It carried a harsh, acrid stench like paint thinner. Yet by the time the odor passed through his nasal passages and reached his brain, it had transformed into an intoxicating aphrodisiac. The manhood that had been confined within his tiny bodybuilding posing trunks swelled to an impossible size, slipping free of the fabric as beads of clear pre-cum dripped steadily from the tip.

"Of course, you wanted an even better body too, didn't you? Too bad for you—starting today, your body's mine♥ The moment you entered this competition, you gave up any right to refuse. I paid more money than you'll ever earn in your entire lifetime just to get my hands on that thick, muscular body of yours♥"

　Every nerve in Mishima's body became astonishingly sensitive. He could distinctly feel the heat of his blood surging through every vessel beneath his skin.

"W-what……?"

　The word barely escaped his lips. Standing over him, Murata looked down with an expression of pure amusement.

"You wanted an even more perfect body, didn't you? What a shame♥ As a consolation prize…… you can have this fat old body instead♥"

　A shiver ran down his spine. Before his mind could make sense of what was happening, Mishima became aware of something strange. There was…… something on his tongue.

"……What…… is this?"

He rolled the object onto his tongue before spitting it into the palm of his hand. What landed there was a small sphere resembling a red candy. The instant it left his mouth, his strength gave out. His knees buckled, and he collapsed onto the floor. As his eyes rolled back, the little sphere slipped from his open palm and rolled away across the ground.

"A fiery red sphere…… just like I'd expect from someone as spirited as you. Beautiful♥"

　A satisfied smile spread across Murata's face. Taking out the small brown vial, he raised it to his nose and inhaled its scent deeply, drawing it into his body. An intense, intoxicating sweetness shot straight through his brain.

　The very next moment, a candy-like sphere appeared on his own tongue. Unlike Mishima's, however, this one was a grotesque, pitch-black color.

　Murata grinned. Crushing the sphere between his back teeth, he shoved Mishima onto his back and pressed his lips against his.

"Mmph…… nnngh…… mmhmm……♥♥"

　As they kissed, Murata let the pulverized fragments of the sphere, mixed with his saliva, flow into Mishima's mouth. A look of utter ecstasy spread across Murata's face. Then, collapsing on top of Mishima, he too lost consciousness.

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　Barely two or three minutes after the two men had collapsed, Mishima's eyelids slowly fluttered open.

　The first thing that entered his field of vision was the familiar sight of his own muscular body. Yet the sensation of looking at it felt somehow different to 【the man he now was】. When he flexed his fingers, the muscles responded as naturally as if they had always belonged to him. The taut muscle fibers contracted smoothly in perfect obedience to his will.

"……Heh…… heh heh……♥"

　A deep, husky chuckle escaped from the back of his throat. Pressing a hand against his broad chest, he felt his fingertips sink slightly into the dense muscle. Warmth and the steady beat of a heart pulsed beneath his palm. Sliding his hand down over his abdomen, he could clearly trace every ridge and valley, each contour as pronounced as rolling hills.

"Fuhahahaha!! ……Perfect♥♥♥"

　That single word expressed everything 【the man he now was】 was feeling.

　For a long while, he remained silent, doing nothing but exploring his new body. The hesitant movements of his fingertips gradually grew bolder as he kneaded the thick muscles, caressed them, and traced every line with deliberate care.

　His biceps. His shoulders. His chest. His abs…… and finally, his cock. Every part of him possessed a presence that far exceeded even his greatest expectations.

"This is incredible…… so this is 【my】 new body……♥"

　A look of grotesque desire was etched across his face. It was an expression the real 【Yasuo Mishima】 would never have worn. After slowly caressing every inch of his body with an intoxicated smile, he finally seemed to have satisfied himself. As though suddenly remembering something, he lowered his gaze. Lying before him, of course, was the bald man.

　Mishima rose to his feet, picked up the red sphere lying on the floor, pried Murata's mouth open, and dropped it inside.

"……Nngh…… Gah……!"

　The obese body, the very embodiment of sloth, gave a violent jerk. He broke into a fit of coughing, his throat rasping desperately as he gasped for air like a pig.

　The next instant, his eyes flew open. Apparently sensing that something was terribly wrong with his body, he looked around in bewilderment, his expression vacant with confusion. Mishima stepped directly in front of him with a faint smirk and held out a small hand mirror.

　Reflected in the glass was the pitiful figure of a bald, grossly overweight man.

"W-What the hell!? What's going on here……?! This is…… me!?"

　Watching Murata shout in utter disbelief, Mishima couldn't help but laugh in amusement. He casually patted Murata's bloated belly several times. Seeing the flesh of his stomach wobble from the impact, Murata raised his voice and hurled furious accusations at him.

"Damn you!! I don't know how you did it, but you forced us to switch bodies, didn't you!? Change my body back! Right now!!"

　The obese man lunged toward Mishima with a look of desperate determination. But the powerfully built Mishima merely shrugged, a mocking grin spreading across his face as he looked down at Murata.

"Change us back? What a ridiculous thing to say, old man. I paid a fortune to buy this body. After finally getting my hands on a top-of-the-line masterpiece, what makes you think I'd give it back so easily?"

"You bastard……!"

"In that pathetic body? You don't stand a chance against the 【me】 standing before you now."

　He paused for a moment before smirking.

"……Oh, I know. This should calm you down."

　With those words, Mishima reached toward Murata's crotch. The moment his hand closed around Murata's cock, he began mercilessly kneading and twisting it in his grip.

"Hyaaah♥ N-Not there…… Nghaaahhh♥"

　Mishima's fingers wrapped around Murata's pitiful cock, stroking it vigorously up and down. The moment he did, Murata let out a pathetic cry. His body trembled uncontrollably before his legs gave way, sending him crumpling helplessly to the floor.

　Almost immediately, several powerfully built men in black suits converged on him.

　Without the slightest hesitation, they seized Murata by both arms and hauled him to his feet. Judging by the bewildered look on his face, he still hadn't fully grasped what had happened to him.

"W-What the hell are you people!? Let go of me──!"

　Before Murata could put up any meaningful resistance, the men in suits dragged him away, disappearing with him into the distance. Left alone in the room was Mishima.

"I almost feel sorry for you, giving up such an irresistible body. But from now on, you'll be free to enjoy a portion of 【my】 fortune as a billionaire. You ought to be thanking me♥"

　Yasuo Mishima── No.

　The man who had claimed Mishima's body curled his lips into a twisted grin as he walked out of the room.

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　When Mishima returned to the audience, the atmosphere was still charged with overwhelming intensity.

"Did everything go well, Mr. 【Mishima】?"

　The man seated beside him whispered with a knowing smile.

"Yeah♥"

　Answering briefly, Mishima casually flexed one of his arms. His biceps swelled impressively beneath the skin, and from his exposed armpit poured a pungent, masculine musk, wild enough to resemble the scent of a beast. The spectators around him caught the aroma and instinctively swallowed. Gazing at Mishima with intoxicated eyes, they drank in every inch of his magnificent physique.

　As Mishima swept his gaze across the audience, he noticed the bodybuilders who had failed to make it past the preliminary round had also returned from the dressing rooms and taken their seats.

　Despite having lost their chance to compete, none of them appeared discouraged. Still wearing nothing but their tiny posing trunks, the bodybuilders sat among the spectators while the surrounding men freely ran their hands over their bodies. Their expressions were utterly blissful, gentle smiles spreading across their faces.

"Looks like everyone's delighted with the wonderful new bodies they've acquired."

"……Yeah."

　Mishima turned his gaze back toward the stage.

　There, the elite finalists were giving their final appeal to the judges and the audience. Each of them was proudly displaying what should have been the very proof of their life's dedication. Yet to Mishima now, their efforts looked nothing short of laughable.

　Their perfect physiques—bodies painstakingly forged through years of relentless training, treasures beyond any price—were destined to be appraised, purchased, and taken from them without their ever realizing it. Not a single one of them had the faintest idea that such a fate awaited. Onstage, the competition was reaching its climax.

"And now──, the winner of this year's championship is……"

　A drumroll thundered through the venue. The lights swept across the stage as the tension in the air became almost unbearable.

"Contestant Number Six—Eisuke Ogata!!"

　The audience erupted into thunderous applause.

　Standing at the center of the stage, the young man clenched his fist and thrust it triumphantly into the air. Every muscle in his body seemed to come alive, eloquently expressing the overwhelming joy surging through him. His chiseled face was contorted with emotion, tears welling faintly at the corners of his eyes. Even so, he stood proudly with his chest held high.

　There was something so utterly sincere about him──, and so utterly defenseless.

"Now then, we will proceed with the award ceremony."

　Though they had fallen short of the championship, the imposing finalists—each every bit as magnificently built as Ogata—reformed their line on the stage. Behind them, shadows quietly drew near. Without a word, members of the event staff slipped small vials from inside their jackets. The next instant──, they pressed the mouths of the vials against the bodybuilders' noses.

　A brief moment of confusion. Then the change began. The expressions of the massively muscled men wavered. Their breathing became ragged, and their bodies stiffened ever so slightly. Before long, each of them noticed the strange sensation that had appeared inside his mouth.

"……What is this……?"

　One after another, they spat small spheres into the palms of their hands. Each sphere bore a different color. Before any of them could even begin to understand what it meant, they collapsed to the stage in an instant.

　Yet among the men in the audience wearing fearless smiles, not a single one showed the slightest surprise. To them, this phenomenon had only one meaning: It was the reaction of their newly purchased prize.

"Gah……?!"

　The low groan came from none other than the newly crowned champion, Eisuke Ogata. Reflexively, he spat an emerald-green sphere into his palm. Still staring at it in bewilderment, he lost consciousness. The spectators immediately thrust their bidding paddles into the air. Spittle flew from their mouths as they shouted ever-higher sums—prices worthy of claiming possession of the flawless body that possessed everything.

"Fifty million yen!"

"Eighty million!!"

"I'll bid one hundred million!"

　Voices that were little short of furious roars echoed throughout the venue. In the end, the shouting finally died away only when someone put forward the outrageous bid of one billion yen.

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"Ohhh…… this is wonderful……♥ It was worth spending all that time getting 【your】 tight little ass ready just for today♥"

　Standing on the stage, I couldn't help but grin with my rugged, masculine face as I reveled in pounding old man Murata from behind. The one taking my cock deep into his ass below me, letting out faint little cries, was none other than the man who had once called himself 【I】. The same man who, only moments ago, had towered over me with his larger body was now being thoroughly impaled by the cock of my new muscular physique, panting pathetically beneath me.

"Ah……， ahh……， aaahh……!! N-Not there……! You're hitting…… the deepest part♥"

　The instant my cock ground firmly against the deepest part of the old man's ass, an unbelievably sweet moan escaped the lips of his ugly face. Perhaps because 【I】 had spent so long thoroughly training that asshole to accommodate a man's cock in preparation for this very day, the old man—who had been screaming and struggling only moments before—had completely lost the will to resist and now lay obediently beneath me.

　Each time I thrust my hips, my cock struck that unbearably pleasurable spot, and judging from the way his body quivered, he seemed to have been experiencing one small climax after another ever since.

"But, old man…… you've been taking my cock all the way to the hilt over and over again. You suck it in so eagerly every single time. You shouldn't lie when you're enjoying it this much, should you?"

　I shifted us into the missionary position, grabbed one of the old man's legs, and hoisted it over my shoulder before driving my cock even deeper—burying it all the way to the base. Without slowing my hips, I pounded into him even harder. The moment I did, the ass that had once belonged to "me" clenched tightly around my cock, squeezing as if it intended to milk even the clear pre-cum seeping from the tip of my cock.

"H-Hngh…… aah…… ahh…… ngh……♥♥♥"

　The man who had once been 【I】 lay beneath me, his face soaked with tears and mucus, utterly lost in ecstasy. What an unbelievably ugly, pig-like face. The sight drove home the fact that this hideous face had belonged to "me" only a short while ago. And at the very same time, an overwhelming sense of affection welled up inside me.

　The other heavily muscled men surrounding us were no different. One after another, they gleefully ravished the shabby-looking men who had been left stunned after having their bodies stolen.

　Among them was 【Eisuke Ogata】, the champion of this year's contest, who stood in the very center of the stage, violently driving his hips back and forth as he thrust his cock into the ass of a decrepit old man who looked as though he were on the verge of death.

　The sight of Ogata—this prestigious bodybuilding champion, crowned victor of a contest held only once every few years—letting out shrill, undignified cries utterly devoid of dignity as he did nothing but repeatedly thrust his cock into an old man's ass was, to those of us who had purchased these perfect bodies for whatever price was asked, the finest entertainment imaginable.

　A short distance away, 【Kenji Matsuzaka】—the man whom 【Yasuo Mishima】 had once regarded as his greatest rival—was likewise panting with pleasure as he drove his cock in and out of the ass that had once belonged to himself.

　It was a scene straight out of hell. Those whose painstakingly sculpted physiques had been stolen were now being violated by the very people who had stolen them. The spectators, drinking in that simultaneously depraved and exhilarating spectacle, remained seated as they reached into their pants and furiously pleasured themselves.

　The entire venue had transformed into a place of unrestrained obscenity, thick with the pungent scent of lust and spilled semen.

"Damn it……! I can't hold back anymore!"

　The words escaped my lips before I even realized it. I hoisted the fat bastard in front of me into a suspended mating press, then drove my hips even faster. This was the kind of raw, masculine sex my former body could never have managed. My newly acquired, powerfully built physique answered every one of my desires without fail.

"Aah……, ahh……♥♥♥ It feels…… it feels so good……♥♥♥"

　The old man wore a hideous expression, drool streaming from his mouth as he drowned in pleasure. His shabby, uncircumcised cock quivered before erupting with a massive torrent of semen. It burst forth with a wet splattering sound, spraying across the surrounding area. Almost at the same moment, the old man's ass clenched tightly around me.

　【Yasuo Mishima】 must have abstained for a long time in preparation for this day. With only the slightest stimulation, 【my】 cock surged toward climax, and I slammed an enormous flood of semen deep into the old man's ass in powerful pulses. I could almost feel fresh seed being produced inside my balls one after another. The act of cumming again and again only drove my excitement even higher.

　A gay man like me, using the body of a straight man to repeatedly plant my seed deep inside another man's ass──. What a blissful…… and deliciously taboo act♥

"AAAHHH!! I'm cumming with this bodybuilder's cock♥♥♥"

　A wave of ecstasy unlike anything I had ever experienced engulfed me. My mind went completely blank, leaving me incapable of thinking about anything at all. All I could do was roar like a wild beast as I poured my semen deep into the ugly old man's bowels.

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"──Front Double Biceps!"

　The stage lights flared even brighter as the spotlights converged on the competitors. The bodybuilders standing shoulder to shoulder onstage straightened their backs in perfect unison before tensing their upper bodies with a powerful flex.

　Their painstakingly sculpted physiques swelled to their absolute peak, overwhelming everyone who laid eyes on them. Ebony muscles rippled beneath the lights, thick veins bulged across their skin, and beads of sweat shimmered brilliantly over every contour. Bathed in roaring applause, we proudly thrust out our chests.

　Yet every bodybuilder onstage—including myself—was a completely different person from the one who had stepped onto this stage when the contest began. Our ability to display our physiques had visibly deteriorated. Every pose looked just a little awkward, lacking the confidence and precision expected of seasoned competitors. The fullness of our muscles had faded, and even our conditioning no longer appeared as sharp or refined.

　Above all, our expressions had changed.

　The fighting spirit and pride that had once burned in our eyes had vanished without a trace, replaced entirely by the clouded lust of lecherous old men. As if that weren't enough, several competitors shamelessly let their fully erect cocks slip free from their posing trunks, brazenly displaying their variously shaped manhoods for the audience to admire. I was one of them.

　Come on…… I'd finally gotten my hands on the body of the massively built bodybuilder I'd always dreamed of becoming. And on top of that, I got to stand here onstage, soaking up the lustful gazes of all these men while proudly showing off my cock. In a situation this perfect, what gay guy wouldn't get hard!?

　Needless to say, the men in the audience were just as captivated by our erotic, muscular bodies.

　Their eyes gleamed like those of starving beasts, and heated breaths echoed from every corner of the venue. Some of the spectators were clearly in the throes of arousal. Even after cumming several times, they continued leaning forward in their seats, unable to tear their eyes away from us. Their eyes were filled with raw, instinctive desire.

　Bathed in those almost unsettling stares, we simply smiled with our rugged, masculine faces, flashing bright white teeth. The audience erupted into cheers. As if responding to them, I slowly thrust my hips forward, deliberately swaying my fully erect cock as though flaunting it before the crowd.

"Heh……♥"

　Feeling my throbbing manhood pulse with every heartbeat as the cock-loving men shifted their hungry gazes back and forth between my face and my erection, I couldn't help letting a breathy sigh escape my lips. There wasn't the slightest trace of embarrassment. If anything, their reactions only fanned the fire burning deep inside me.

　The other bodybuilders were no different. Each struck his poses while unabashedly displaying his crotch. Every one of them was fully erect, their cocks protruding completely from their tiny posing trunks, twitching with rhythmic spasms as clear pre-cum dripped freely from their tips.

　Yet not a single one of them showed even the faintest hint of shame. Instead, they proudly presented those swollen emblems of their masculinity to the audience.

　Apparently unable to hold themselves back any longer, the bodybuilders around me climbed down into the audience. Their sweat-soaked bodies intertwined as they exchanged passionate kisses, all while stripping away each other's posing trunks. From somewhere in the distance came the steady, rhythmic sound of flesh striking flesh. Surrounded by the hungry gazes of countless men, the bodybuilders reveled in raw male-on-male sex while inhabiting the bodies of straight, heavily muscled men.

　By now, this place was no longer a bodybuilding contest. It had become a full-blown cruising ground filled with towering, powerfully built studs.

"Ah……, nghh……♥ Your cock's so thick…… it's incredible……♥♥♥"

"And your tight little hole's the best! Guess that's only natural—you used to be straight, after all♥♥♥"

　The venue echoed with rough breathing, the wet smack of skin against skin, and moans that sounded more like the roars of wild beasts. After hearing such raw, visceral sounds, it was only natural that my mind became consumed by thoughts of nothing but male-on-male sex.

　When I turned my head, I saw Kenji Matsuzaka striding straight toward me, as though he had been overcome by the very same urge. His body possessed the ideal V-shaped physique, every inch packed with dense, sculpted muscle. Only a short while ago, the man 【I】 used to be had regarded him as nothing more than a rival, refusing even to exchange words with him. But I was no longer the man 【I had once been】.

　Our faces drew closer until our noses touched. Then, together, we stepped down into the audience and, right in the middle of the crowd, hungrily claimed each other's lips.

"Mmh……, nn…… chu……♥♥♥"

　Each time our tongues entwined and our saliva mingled, it felt as though my mind were melting away. A pleasure unlike anything I had ever experienced coursed through every inch of my body. The two cocks protruding from our posing trunks stood fully erect, pressing insistently against one another as though locked in a contest of their own.

　The spectators, thrilled by the sight of us, began tucking 10,000-yen bills into our posing trunks as tips. It was just like being at a muscle bar.

"Those perverts are waiting to see us get all hot and tangled up together♥"

"Then how about we jerk each other off?"

"Sounds good to me♥"

　We both reached for each other's cocks and began stroking them slowly. The moment I wrapped my hand around Matsuzaka's rigid erection, I felt its thick shaft throb powerfully, growing even larger in my grasp. Standing so close that our noses nearly touched, we stared into each other's eyes as we pleasured one another, refraining from touching each other anywhere except our cocks. Pre-cum overflowed from our tips, and every stroke produced wet, sticky squelching sounds.

"Ah……, ahh……♥ I'm gonna cum……♥♥♥"

"Me too……♥♥♥"

　We came almost at exactly the same moment. Our newly acquired bodies were unbelievably sensitive, and a powerful stream of milky semen burst from my cock. Matsuzaka likewise coated my body with thick, viscous spurts of his own. Even with my face drenched in semen, I found myself smiling.

"Whew…… Looks like you came first, Mishima-san, didn't you? In that case…… I get to top. No objections, right?"

"……Tch."

　Feigning disappointment at the humiliating outcome, I guided the man's cock toward my own waiting hole. Having obtained this massively muscular body, and exposing such shameless behavior before a crowd of spectators──. The sense of taboo was beyond compare.

"Nnngh…… aaahhh♥♥♥"

　I rolled my hips, drawing his cock even deeper inside me of my own accord. The pleasure I had been longing for sent waves of ecstasy coursing through my entire body. A blissful smile spread across my rugged face, and I could feel the spectators' gazes grow even more feverish. I'm putting on a show──.

　That thought alone only made me even more excited.

"More……! Thrust harder……♥♥♥"

"You don't have to tell me twice!!"

"Nnngh—OOOHHH!!?"

　Matsuzaka answered my plea by pounding into me with even greater force. The wet smack of flesh against flesh echoed throughout the venue, while milky foam spilled from where our bodies were joined. Each roar of approval from the audience seemed to intensify the pleasure surging through me.

　The spectators remained in their seats, yet the sight of our passionate coupling only drove them to pleasure themselves even more frantically. The bodybuilders hungrily devouring one another, the spectators lost in their own acts of lust…… Together, they blended into a single scene until the entire contest hall seemed to writhe like one enormous living organism.

"Ohh…… nngh…… hnghh……♥♥♥"

　While Matsuzaka pounded my ass, another man from the audience had my cock in his mouth. At the same time, I was forced to take the bodybuilder's cock in my mouth after he came down from the stage into the audience, and with his hand gripping my head, he thrust it deep into my throat.

　It was the first taste of humiliation my new body had ever experienced. Nausea welled up from the pit of my stomach, yet at the very same time, waves of pleasure washed over me. Tears streamed down my face, but I desperately worked my throat, taking the thick cock as deeply as I could.

　The body of the straight 【Yasuo Mishima】 had trembled with revulsion the instant cocks invaded both its mouth and ass. Yet before long, it seemed to have been perfectly molded into the kind of living toy gay men desired. As the muscles of both openings gradually relaxed, they began responding in ways that brought me pleasure instead. By now, every opening in my body seemed to function as a sexual organ meant solely for coupling with other men.

　Until just a short while ago, 【I】 had been nothing more than a fat old man. But after becoming this hulking, muscular bodybuilder, I was now able to bask in the heated gazes of countless men, expose my shameless side before them, and experience the ultimate pleasure.

　It was all thanks to this magnificent bodybuilding competition.

"Haa…… haa…… ohh, I'm about to come♥♥♥"

　Matsuzaka thrust his hips with even greater force to unload his cum deep inside my asshole. At the same time, the bodybuilder's cock piercing my throat grew even harder, and I could feel it pulsing.

(Hiiiaaaah♥♥♥ Impregnate me♥♥♥ Please pour all that bodybuilder cum deep inside my asshole♥♥♥)

　A deep, raucous roar and sultry wet sounds echoed throughout the venue. In this surreal space, a mixture of muscle, sweat, and semen, I was enveloped in an intense sense of bliss as I reached the ultimate climax──.

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