Chapter 1

It’s no lie that the rump is Solomons favourite part of the male body - the way it jiggles or flexes, how it can be used as a pillow. Unlike other guys he’s met, no posterior was ever made more beautifully than a guy named Dwight.
It was at a shaggy bar back in the Eighties when Solomon met the barely-overweight greaser and Solomon, being “dressed” periodically, attracted the guy almost instantly.
A late night hookup was all the guy wanted, but the doctor had other ideas.
‘You know,’ Solomon said between sweet kisses. ‘You can be anything you want.’
'Mmm, sounds like a dream,’ Dwight muttered.
'I’m serious. Pick something.’
Dwight stepped back with disbelief. 'Fine,’ he concluded. 'If it is real, I guess I’ve wanted to be top dog.’
'Top dog? As in an alpha?’
'Yeah man, like overpowering!’
Solomon nodded and continued to kiss Dwight, his hands slowly roaming over Dwights chest before gripping his pecs roughly.
A small surge of pleasure raced through Dwights body as Solomon moved his left hand to his dick, rubbing and palming it softly before he gripped it and tugged at it. The kiss continued and deepened as Dwight placed his hand on the back of Solomons neck, moaning into the kiss as he felt heavier. Slowly but surely, his pecs grew more plump as his back and shoulders widened. He felt the tug of his dick more powerful as his stomach felt knotted, a cobblestone of abs feintly appearing under his stomach.
Solomon tugged at Dwights dick harder as it grew to a hefty nine inches, Dwights arms growing at the same rate, becoming almost soccer ball sizes. Dwights hand on the back of Solomons neck and the other hand around his waist grew to big, meaty mitts that covered more of Solomoms body.
Dwights head hung back with a loud moan as Solomon tugged roughly and quickly at his dick, eventually kneeling down to suck it. Solomons hands gripped tight at Dwights thickening ass as he sent messages to the brain that Dwights ass was to be the focus of his sex life. Alpha? Not this way at least.
Dwights legs grew, ready to be able to grip a mans neck and snap it easily, as the dominant attitude took hold of his mind, grunting and groaning at the pleasure he was recieving. Once Solomom added a couple of fingers into his ballooning ass, Dwight couldnt hold back as he flooded Solomons mouth, coming to the end of his bulky transformation.
'I hope youre happy,’ muttered Solomon as he wiped the corner of his mouth.
'I was hoping you were going to pound me, not finger me,’ Dwight moaned in disappointment.
'We can always go for round two, stud.’
Solomon slapped the hunks ass and winked, the new alpha growing hard instantly.