Essential and Carrier Oils for hair

Im dying my hair soon and i think its gonna die *pun intended* so i was researching benefits of oils to the hair and thought I’ll share :)

Essential oils are distilled from the plant itself. They have the signature scent of the plant they came from. And they’re highly concentrated. For instance, it takes 220 pounds of lavender flowers to make a single pound of lavender oil.

Carrier oils (such as coconut oil, jojoba oil, almond oil, and olive oil) also come from plants, but they have a more neutral smell. And they’re not necessarily distilled down like essential oils are.

Here are the benefits of some essential and carrier oils:

Almond oil soothes and moisturizes the scalp.

Cedarwood oil stimulates the scalp and promotes hair growth.

Chamomile oil adds shine and softness to hair, and soothes the scalp.

Clary sage oil promotes hair growth and stimulates the scalp.

Coconut oil softens hair and increases shine.

Geranium oil strengthens hair.

Jojoba oil moisturizes the hair, adds nutrients, and stimulates the scalp.

Lavender oil deep conditions the hair, keeps it shiny, and helps control dandruff.

Moroccan argan oil moisturizes, nourishes, and provides antioxidants to hair.

Rosemary oil stimulates the roots, improves hair growth, and increases circulation in the scalp.

Sandalwood oil helps with dry ends, and adds fragrance to the hair.

Make sure to always use essential oils with carrier oils!

credit - WebMD Medical Reference

Remember to use these oils sparingly and research them some more before using. If you take all the precautions and experience rash or allergic reactions, stop immediately. Other than that, enjoy your healthy hair! >-<

♡ That naked witch in the woods

The Clinic

My little bro squirmed in his seat, the clothes dad had bought for him this morning already way too small.

“Stop squirming.” I said to him, looking down at his sweat covered forehead and red bitten lips. “It’ll make it worse. Best thing to do is ignore it.”

Since our family had entered The Company’s rehoming program, things had been going great! We were listed from the slums of New York State to somewhere in Washington, gated community and all. Sure the change of scenery took some getting used to- but we were acclimmating… slowly.

The hardest part though was the agreement- the caveat for having us be chosen over the dozens of other families. The contract we signed would permit The Company to filter into our water system a cocktail of drugs meant to slowly transform us into the perfect male specimens.

Today little bro had started puberty for real and while it was hot waking up and hearing your little brother’s pleasured groans while he humped his pillow, the twitching was getting to me.

“But it hurts!” he countered, shifting in his seat again in an attempt to get some friction from his pants. “I’m so fucking horny bro!”

He bit his lip and stifled a groan as his body jolted, pants now tighter as his already thick thighs swelled into tree trunks. He was even lifted off the seat from his ass expanding.

“David, be quiet.” Dad said, not even looking up from his magazine. “You’re drawing attention to yourself.”

He wasn’t wrong. The clinic wasn’t as full of people as it could be, but there were still some guys in for routine checkups, and all eyes seemed to be on my little brother. Some just stared, some even went so far as to rub themselves through their pants at the sight. I couldn’t blame them- the serum we were all exposed to dropped our inhibitions to almost nothing, but even then I felt the brotherly instinct to shield David from prying eyes as he went through something I did myself only last year.

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David’s eyes widened, raking the man’s body up and down as he stared at the expanse of clothed muscle. David was quickly led away from us and into one of the examination rooms.

~~~

“David, I’m Dr Everest, today I’m going to assess how your body is reacting to the serum you have ingested.” He said, the pair walking into the large room.

David looked around, trying to distract himself from the hunky man leading him in, eyes finding a medical bed off to one side, a series of arm and leg restraints in place on both sides. “I’m going to have to ask you to lay down- to do my examination I can’t have you squirming in your seat.”

David nodded, remembering that this process had been hundreds of times before, both his brother and father included. He sat down and begun to lay back when Dr Everest stopped him.

“Without your clothes, David.” The man said, snapping on a pair of blue silicone gloves.

David blushed, quickly undressing and trying to avoid touching his throbbing erection and aching balls. It was like it was both painful and pleasurable to touch himself- but the worst part was that he couldn’t cum!

“Now David.” Dr Everest said, approaching the table and tying on the arm restraints. “Have you been able to ejaculate at any point within the last 8 hours?”

David shook his head. “No Sir, not since before bed.”

The Doctor nodded approvingly, moving down to tie the leg restraints. “That’s good- it means your testosterone levels will be at their peak for this examination.” He said, finishing by moving back to David’s head.

“One last thing,” Doctor Everest said, producing a ball gag from one of the cabinets lining the walls. “Can’t have you making toomuch noise.” He placed the gag around David’s head, the large silicone ball between his teeth and muffling his voice.

David watched as the man wheeled out a small device on a metal gurney, a series of pumps attached to it along with a glass canister on the back. It wasn’t until he produced a series of pump attachments from the shelf beneath that David realised it was a milking device.

“David, I’m going to measure you for your pump and we can get started. The added stimulation will ensure the flood gates open and we can get a nice bigsample.”

The Doctor stared down at David’s throbbing red erection, foreskin pulled back as the slit oozed jelly thick precum and made his newly grown pubes a sticky, musky mess. The Doctor inhaled deeply as he measured David’s cock against a few silicone moulds before choosing one- the scent of musk and sex and testosterone permeating throughout the room.

“A healthy 9 inches- right on target for your growth.” Doctor Everest said, admiring the thick, vein covered shaft for a moment before resting the appropriate milking mould to the side. “Now to measure your testes.”

David knew what was going to happen and shuddered in anticipation, the Doctor placing some lube in one gloved hand and reached down to grab David’s heavy swollen nutsack.

As if on queue, David felt the rising pressure down below, groans muffled by the ball gag as he surged with growth once again. Instead of stopping however, Doctor Everest continued. He groped, pulled and massaged David’s aching balls as they swelled in his palm, followed by his cock as it swelled another inch upwards.

David’s body was the last to catch up. His nose and jaw widened slightly, more stubble growing on his increasingly squared jawline and travelling down his neck. David’s pecs also grew in size and his shoulders pushed out further to the side. In a few moments he looked a little older than he was before, suddenly slightly too big for the table.

Doctor Everest looked down, pleased as he released David’s balls from his grip. “A healthy young man.” He said, running a hand u David’s sweaty naked body, admiring it as if he was some priced bull or fancy car. “Just like your brother.”

Dr Everest replaced the suction device with a slightly larger one, filling it with clear lube to the brim before unceremoniously guiding David’s cock inside. David groaned at the cold, wet squelch of the device on his cock- but the pleasurable entry couldn’t prepare him for what was to come.

Dr Everest flicked the switch of the machine, the squishy base tightening around his cock like a vice as it whirred to life. Thousands of tiny silicone tendrils vibrated at once, massaging and groping and teasing the entirety of David’s cock as the tremors went down to his balls.

David let out a surprised yelp before his mind was overcome with pleasure, moaning freely into his gag as his cock was massaged and sucked by the powerful vacuum.

Dr Everest watched as David’s muscular body writhed on the table, hips trying to thrust deeper as the machine worked to pull the cum from his aching balls. His own erection bulged the front of his pants, leaking profusely and staining the front.

It would be cruel to leave the boy with no other stimulation, especially after spending so long unable to cum.

David didn’t even notice Dr Everest had undressed until the man was looking down at him shirtless. “David, I’m going to remove the gag now. I want to help you, but I need you to say yes.”

David breathed heavily as soon as the gag was released, however his eyes soon zeroed in on Dr Everest’s huge throbbing cock bobbing up and down in front of his face. It was tan and thick, but the sheer length of it sent him into a hungry frenzy.

“Yes! Yes, god yes just please give it to me!” David moaned, voice drowned out by the SCHLORPSCHLORPSCHLORP!of the machine furiously attempting to suck his soul out from his cock. Dr Everest wasted no time in accepting the man’s request.

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Dr Everest moaned as he began thrusting deep into the captive man’s throat, balls slapping his face as David’s greedy throat mimicked the machine on his own cock- trying to drain the man’s balls and swallow down the thick jizz.

“Fuuuuuck! You’re such a better sucker than your brother!” The man remarks, pubes meeting David’s chin as the scratch of the younger mans stubble against his thighs made his erection pulse.

David was in heaven beneath the larger man, lips wrapped around the huge tan cock and throat being fucked into oblivion by the SMACK!of Dr Everest’s hips against his handsome yet boyish face.

It wasn’t long before the combined facefucking, machine milking and scent of sex drove both the men to a thunderous orgasm- David moaning around the elder’s cock as the machine kept pace with David’s first orgasm as a man.

The glass cannister soon filled with David’s release, the Doctor reaching forward and twisting the silicone mould and releasing David’s still hard cock from it’s prison. The excess of David’s release dripped from the opening, covering his cock and pubes with thick, sticky cum that ran down his hips and balls to meet the table.

“Such an excessive release must not be wasted.” Dr Everest said between pants, pulling his softening cock from David’s gullet and working his way down the younger man’s body to lick his cock clean.

The man savoured the rick, creamy, salty spunk on his tongue, not wasting even a single drop and only releasing David once he was properly cleaned. Said man was still in a state of bliss, throbbing cock largely ignored as his face sported a dopey, pleasured grin.

Dr Everest noted his findings and coaxed the spent young man into his clothes before leading him out of the office.

~~~

I watched as David was led out of the examination room, knowing what happened inside. He had probably just had the most intense orgasm of his life and, while I knew that Dr Everest is always available for a physical, was slightly jealous I couldn’t experience that same orgasmic nirvana that went on for hours after.

“He will need to be constantly drained over the next 48 hours.” Dr Everest said. “I suggest you either find a gentleman to assist you, or pleasure him yourself.” The man said curtly before walking off. I watched the sway in his hips, staring at the swell of his perfect, meaty ass before Dad stood up and grabbed David by the arm.

The older man had always been apprehensive to anything sex related, even though I’ve seen the way he stares at the other lustful men throughout the town of Athos- named after the mountain of only men.

The drive home was filled with silence, the strain in David’s pants still not receding as I knew it wouldn’t for at least 2 more days.

“Boys, I need to go out for a while starting tomorrow- you mind taking care of your brother?” He asked me. “And whatever your brother needs, just give it to him, would ‘ya?”

I nodded. “Yeah Dad, I’ll give him what he needs.”

That was the end to our conversation- the night spent with a brief meal at dinnertime and forcefully changing David out of his clothes- which were still marked with sweat and the remnants of other fluids.

“G'night.” Dad said, retreating to his room. I watched his muscular form disappear into the custom widened doorway. I checked on David, who was snoring soundly naked in bed, thrusting his hard dick against the sheets in his sleep. I watched, transfixed as the swell of his ass beneath the blankets hardened my own cock.

I groped my bulge, biting my lip to keep quiet before going to my own room and locking the door.

David could wait until morning, I needed this now.

I fished the pilfered underwear from my pocket, the pair of David’s still soiled with precum and sweat. I inhaled the musky scent, eyes rolling back at the raunchy smell of sex and seed and slightly sterile lube used in the Doctor’s office.

I gripped my cock in my fist, jacking it back and forth while huffing it like a drug. I bit into the fabric to stifle a moan-shooting my load of cum against the hardwood floors as my back pressed more firmly into the door.

I pulled the garment away from my face, looking at the large, thick streaks of painted white glistening on the floor. I wiped them up with David’s underwear still in my fist, tossing it aside.

That could wait until morning too.

Ricky Ross was a playful youngster who was more often hauled home by the cops than not. A kid with no daddy to call his own and a taste for trouble, the little guy was practically guaranteed to spend miserable teenage years locked in juvie for talking to people he shouldn’t have been.

It wasn’t that time, however. He still had at least a couple years before everyone expected him to fall off the deep end and until then, Ricky was gonna make it count!

He would sometimes take rides with his friends older brothers; he got along better with them anyway. Driving down the highway was peaceful to him and he’s sometimes think of saving all the money in his piggy bank and buying a car to jet off down the road and never look back, but that was big kid stuff and he didn’t like to think of running away too much; his mother would be scared to death!

They had to stop for gas one day though, a stop that wouldn’t have happened any other day save for one of the twin teens forgetting to fill it up the night before. While they were arguing, Ricky decided to use the bathroom and maybe scratch something into the door or wall while he was in there; just mindless mischief that doesn’t really hurt nobody.

While there though, he found something much more interesting.

Carved into the wall was a hole, smoothed out and with various graffiti marks detailing how you’d find the “best blows in town” or “fucking ace hole”.

Ricky decided to stick his small cock and balls through as a joke, just to get some thrill out of doing adult things and riding the slight high as long as he could. However, when he tried to pull his tiny package back out of the too big hole, as of like it was alive the thing closed shut, surrounding his package and preventing him from pulling out.

Ricky was confused for a second, unable to figure it out before he realised he was somehow stuck with his dick and balls on one side and him on the other.

Meanwhile, inside the store the twins were paying for the fuel. There were two workers, seemingly the hottest gas station employees ever with muscles upon muscles and chiseled features not seen in this kind of area in decades. Simultaneously they both got a signal inside their heads, a connection meaning one of their magical traps was sprung.

See, these two weren’t just employees. They both knew a touch of magic and after spending their time in places like Sam Fran and Palm Springs making the hot people hotter, they enjoyed taking a break and “relaxing” in the middle of nowhere talking the day away.

They couldn’t have these two interfering so while one, the redhead covered in freckles with hair like fire offered each boy a chocolate bar as being their first and only customers of the day, laced with magic of course, the other went to check on who exactly sprung their little trap.

He walked inside and instantly all movement ceased from whoever was struggling on the other side of the door. Peeking inside the man was greeted with quite the underwhelming package, deducing that this person is in serious need of his magical adjustments.

He kneeled before the hole, spitting on his fist to wet it before massaging the little package until it was forced to grow hard. It changed very little, maybe two inches at most and as he kept going a high pitched whimper resounded as a dribble of cum flowed from the tip.

He smirked, this was going to be fun.

The sight of the blonde muscle god, 6ft5in of big and tall muscle kneeling before the small 2in cock and worshipping it like it was near orgasmic as he thought. The magical master shuddered at the reaction if someone entered before he’d finished, caught in the act.

That was impossible though, right now he needed to focus. He swirled his tongue around the head again and again until the foreskin returned, then continued until he was sure it would cover the soon to be mushroom and hand off and give some needy cocksucker something to slurp on.

He continued, taking the entirety of the shaft into his mouth and sucking hard, drawing inch after glorious inch out into the world as he made it grow longer and longer. He let it pop off at a mighty 12 inches long, but still fairly skinny. He got right back on, instead now staying put as he sucker and letting the meat expand to meet his cheeks and throat.

Soon it was becoming unbearably thick, nearing beer can proportions when he finally released it.

Ricky on the other side was in an orgasmic high, unable to do anything but stand there on shaky legs, riding out each and every one of his orgasms as his tiny balls pumped out barely a dribble of cum each time.

Seeing this, he got to work adjusting the balls.

Back inside the twins were currently writhing on the floor as their bodies grew identically into more handsome and slutty forms. The redhead watched over them, seeing their muscles expand out of their twig bodies and asses grow fat and clap when they twerked on the floor, filled with the desperate need to suck a fat cock and guzzle it’s cum.

They compromised by furiously making out, tongues lashing as their lips plumped up and their heads were full of memories servicing only the biggest country dicks as twin cockwhores.

They soon reopened their eyes, staring back into their own faces as their square jawlines clashed again and again, desperate to kiss the beautiful jock in front of them.

Back inside, Ricky’s balls were getting their own treatment, seeing the pathetic nuts hanging down from such a gorgeous cock just wouldn’t do.

He stuck out his finger and thumb, making a makeshift cockring and pushing more and more growth magic into them.

They inflated, throbbing and filling up with gushes and waves of churning, bubbling cum. Enough testosterone to fill a whole football team packed itself in there and when he released, they were ripe and ready to go.

Ricky moaned, voice cracking as testosterone flooded his system and skyrocketed his growth from years to seconds. Meanwhile his mystery benefactor was lining up his pink pucker, lubed with spit and pressing that fat mushroom head against it before slamming down against the wall, engulfing each veiny inch.

He set at a brutal pace, pushing off the adjacent wall and slamming his muscle ass back down before he had a chance to breathe.

Ricky was grunting now, groaning as orgasmic pleasure washed over him. His orgasmic rhythm was back, this time spraying volleys of seed into the tight cavern.

“Wh-what’s- what’s *SPURT* haPPENING TO ME?”

He began, voice cracking and growing deeper as his body grew in height and packed on hairy muscle.

“It f-feels *SPURT* fEels fuckin’ *SPURTSPURTSPURT* fUCKIN’ AMAZING!”

He would now towering over the divider, the same immense 6ft5 of his new cocksleeve had he not bent at the knee. Muscle piled on as his back widened so far and so fast it broke the lock on the door, the thing swinging open and allowing Ricky’s big hands to find purchase on anything but the wall.

“RRRRRRRHHHGGGHHHH FUCK YES BRO MILK MY-“ *SPURTSPURTSPUUUURT* “FUCKING COCK!”

This was it, the crescendo he had been teetering on that would seal his fate. A pelt of hair grew up from his denim covered legs that had magically grown along with him to his torso and the shredded remains of his shirt, finally climbing up to grow a perfectly styled and trimmed stubble, then beard on the handsome square jaw.

“FUCK BRO, FUCK DUDE IM” *SPURTSPURTSPURTSPURT SPUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRTTTTTTT*

“FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!”

Ricky, now Rick, let out a primal roar as he filled the man’s already filled guts with at least a gallon of seed, the gloryhole widening and allowing his cum-covered cock and balls to be yanked through.

His twins were on him in a second, breaking their little make out session to push through the seemingly unlocked door to drop to their knees and start cleaning their daddy’s cock. They each moaned at the raunchy taste and came in their pants at the site of his muscular body covered in sweat.

“That’s it boys, clean your daddy’s thick bitch-breaker.” He said, the country drawl mixing with the low baritone. He looked to the alternate stall, the door wide open and the big blonde that had taken his meat was standing there, cradling the bulge in his abdomen from the sheer output of seed.

He nodded and smiled at Rick as he sauntered out the door and back to his work, the country man shoving his meat back into his pants and leaving with his two boys back to their truck.

The man leaned against the car as his cockwhores climbed in the back, eagerly sucking face to taste the remnants of his cum on each other’s lips. How he managed to wrangle two hot studs from a nowhere country town was beyond his luck, and with any more he’d be able to quickly spirit them away and be his houseboys in the city.

He took one last look at that gas station, the two men inside waving him off as he smiled, jumping in the front and speeding off down the road, all memories of that nowhere town and dead-end life forgotten as it was replaced with the cocksure persona of Rick Roserider, one of the most popular gay pornstars there were with his two newest stars in the back.

All memories of Ricky Ross piled into his fat balls; he was ready to go again. “Will one of you two sluts get over here? I need to blow a fat load and the first one to get here gets it!”

The twins couldn’t climb over into the front faster.

My Daddy wasn’t with us for long; me and my Pa said goodbye to him just after my 9th birthday.

We had a lot of fun times, despite me only being adopted by the two men for less than a year. I didn’t realise it at first but it was soon way too quiet in the house.

One afternoon I had found my Daddy’s old chain necklace in one of the drawers. I can’t remember why I was looking for stuff, probably something for school.

He wore it everywhere and every day, I’d see it mixed up in the dark hair of his chest, glimmering in the sun. I don’t even know why he wasn’t buried wearing it but I guess that doesn’t matter now.

I felt a need to put it on, I didn’t even have to unclasp the back to slip it over my head.

All of a sudden I felt huge!

My legs got so big so fast I broke out of my shorts and underwear, then my stomach got big and wide too and it travelled up to my chest.

I never knew I could have a chest this big, but they inflated so huge and fat I couldn’t even see my feet afterward, and my nipples were big as well!

It wasn’t long before I could start to see something below my pec shelf, but curiosity quickly turned into surprise when I realised it was my dick! I was huge now, at least 9in for sure.

When the changes hit my shoulders I could feel it in my brain, like an itch being scratched as my mind was filled with new thoughts and memories. My Daddy has infused his soul with this necklace after dying and I was gonna be the new man of the house.

I grunted as my shoulders pushed sideways and packed on muscle, my arms throbbing as they grew huge along with my hands. A layer of fur started to grow that I was sure would thicken with time.

I’d aged a whole decade! Gone was the scrawny kid from before, replaced with a thick muscle jock that’ll show his Pa just what this new body could do!

Looking back in the mirror I saw what had happened to my face. My jaw was now much more square and covered in stubble. I looked down and smirked, snapping a pic to send to my Pa as he came home from work.

A little editing and a cheeky “Guess who?” Was all I needed for him to send me back a pic of his fat bulge.

Who knew; Daddy was a bottom.

Coach Matthew needed new players, desperately.

He was all out of options too, all his stars were knocked out on the bench due to injury or other commitments and he no longer had his College team ready to compete!

He scratched his beard thoughtfully as he stared into his mug of coffee. The game was in only a couple hours, how in the hell could he create an entirely new team? It was impossible! Unless…

He stood and rifled through the drawers of his desk. He had sworn that these wouldn’t be used unless there was an extreme emergency.

He pulled out an unassuming orange pill bottle, the contents rattling about.

“B34R Pills”. He read aloud. “Jock edition- Football”.

B34R was originally a virus that had swept isolated parts of Europe and other countries, rooting itself in human DNA only to be harvested by interested companies and used for fast-acting supplements, capable of turning even the scrawniest of geeks into musclebound giants in seconds.

The coach looked out his window at the empty field thoughtfully and made his decision.

———

Timothy wasn’t a very fit boy, in fact, he wasn’t fit, period. He was small and slender, completely unfit to run a mile let alone do it constantly, holding a ball.

So, when he got the email from the school Coach to come in early and speak about something urgent, he thought it was unusual. The college freshman wasn’t sure what was going to happen, nervously sitting down and accepting the water cup he was given.

The moment a sip of the cool liquid slithered down his throat, things began to swell.

In seconds his scrawny shoulders had ballooned outwards and his neck thickened considerably, feeling his voice to animalistic grunts. “Wha-“ he let out before a symphony of grunts and moans left his mouth.

“Calm down boy, soon you won’t remember anything that happened here. Only football, get it? Though you might be thinking of other balls after this too.” Coach remarked, watching the man’s lats fan out as his arms swelled like a gorilla’s.

Tim’s waist tightened as his abs came in one after another, followed by his thick thighs and shapely legs, leading up to a muscular ass and a sphincter that would be permanently virgin tight due to all that round muscle.

Tim’s pecs ballooned in front of him, a pelt of black hair taking root all over his body and giving him an effortlessly scruffy and sexy look. This was finalised with the reshaping of his face into a handsome smirk.

Tim’s eyes fluttered as his brain tried to work through the pleasurable stupor, his cock and balls twitching and pulsing as more and more growth surged through him. It was getting hard to think, especially with his cock rock hard and his balls so full. ‘Fuck, gonna need one of those cheerleaders to drain me. Not the bitchy girls, one of the hot twinks’ll do.’ He thought, cognitive function slowing to a halt.

Coach looked at the newly christened jock, helping the man to his feet. “How do you feel son?” He asked.

“Fucking great Coach! Gonna need more of that stuff when I get back from- Uh…” he trailed off, meaty hand coming to fondle his balls, neatly tearing the fabric straight off.

“Go on then, can’t have you fucking somebody on the field.” The older remarked, watching the jock bound out of the room and no doubtedly down the halls to eventually find a guy willing to deep throat his 11 inch pole.

“Boys will be boys. Now, who’s next?”

When Jonathan asked Santa for a “pair of huge tits” for Christmas, he didn’t expect to wake up to this staring back at him from the mirror!

At first he thought there was an intruder, but when the plucky youngster had moved his hands up defensively, he could tell that his reflection was actually the stranger in the mirror.

Now, Jonathan has the nicest tits on the block, complete with super sensitive nipples and a carpet of hair that won’t ever shave off, no matter how hard he tries. Fortunately, his new friends don’t seem to mind, grabbing a meaty handful or letting their talented tongues speak volumes.

The day I received my uniform - March 2019.

The day I handed my uniform back - September 2021.

A year makes a huge difference how my hair has grown. ✨

toront0e:

twothousandeighteeen:

castor oil

- put it on eyelashes and eyebrows overnight for hair growth

- massage it into scalp 10 minutes before shampooing hair to promote hair growth and protect hair’s natural oils

- put it on ends of hair overnight to prevent split ends

- amazing for chapped lips

- massage into the skin around nails to prevent hangnails and dry cuticles. it’s super good for strong, natural nails

It can also:

- be used as a laxative when taken orally

- help heal minor burns

- balance scalp pH (it’s an anti-fungal)

*be careful not to drink while pregnant as it can induce labour*

This is a spell to promote hair growth. I personally use this spell to try to make my hair longer to grow out my bob into the hime haircut I used to have. Hopefully, this spell will help skip those vitamin gummies into a more natural alternative. Note that hair growth usually takes long in general.

Also, I’ve delevelopped this spell with both my local witches and alchemists around my area.

What you’ll need :

• Oats (the leaves and not the the cereals)
• Nettles 
• Rosemary
• Field Horsetail
• Rutilated Quartz (also known as a Venus Hair stone)

Instruction:

• Prepare a sachet or a everything you need to make a tea.
  

• Put one teaspoon of each herbs and chant :

        “ My Hair Shall Grow Like The Finest Weeds

           My Energy Shall Serve As Little Seeds

                  To My Tailbone It Shall Grow

                       So This Is My Will…

                         So Mote It Be  “

• Either activate the Venus Hair with the intention of beauty and having hair as beautiful as her and thus putting it in the sachet and turning it into a mojo bag orDrink the tea envisioning yourself having beautiful long hair.

For the tea version, it is remanded to drink about 2 mugs a week according to the alchemist I’ve spoken to while developing this spell.

For the Mojo version, carry the sachet with you until the desired effect.

This spell is intended to use the abundance from the oats, promoting a good spirit and body from the Nettles and the strength of the Field Horsetail.

Accoring to the Witchepedia, it is said that :

“An infusion of rosemary makes an excellent hair rinse, gradually covering gray hair, and adding strength and shine to any color hair. It also helps reduce dandruff and stimulate hair growth. Rosemary oil rubbed into the ends of hair will also help reduce split ends.Rosemary oil massaged into the scalp is believed to prevent baldness and stimulate hair growth.”

Synopsis: Ten young, homophobic adults gather for Halloween. Only one remains. Is it worth it to walk out all alone or you’d rather go back in and hang out with your buddies?

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~ Sunday, November 1st, 2020 — 6:00 AM ~

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The grandfather clock chimed. Jennifer, who had been humming a song to herself stopped her soft mumbling, glancing at the horologe. She sat still on the chair where she had been with Theodore before he went crazy on her. Was Theodore really the traitor? The piece of cloth that incriminated him in the bar didn’t lie, but something felt amiss, though. Would have Sebastian set them up? Or perhaps Victor had simply played an award-worthy act from the beginning. Or maybe Wes was right stating there might have been no imposter that night.

Jen couldn’t believe it herself — she might have sent her boyfriend to his impending doom by falsely accusing him and locking him up in the basement. She heard the rutting sounds of the beasts through the service lift linking the dining room and the cellar, so she knew Theodore had indisputably lost the game. Did that make her the winner by default?

The chiming of the clock had since long stopped, but Jennifer stood seated in the middle of the room. The damage done to the house was considerable — it will cost Dimi’s parents a fortune in repairs. And yet, what would become of her friends? Soon it was five past six and they were still in the throes of sex down there, their echoes reaching all the way up to her like a nagging laughing demon. She had lost numerous companions and even her lover through this game.

She was left alone.

The morning sky illuminated the ruined room through the half-barricaded windows, revealing the many puddle of semen all around the place. She had waited and wished so much for 6 AM to arrive — and yet, as the veil of stress freed her, she couldn’t help but feel like she lost rather than won.

She thought back to the simpler times when she started dating Theodore, attending MTG events with him and Sebastian. She also introduced her friend Mathilda to her lover, who tutored many science classes. Had Theodore cheated on her and on Sebastian with the Latina? Mathilda was actually the one who told her about the intellectual’s horny escapades. One night, he had tried himself on her, but she apparently rejected his advances — even if she said she was tempted by the hung nerd. If Theodore was ready to have sex with her, who knew how many other girls he had had his way with, in bed. But, just like with when she was oblivious to Roger’s homosexuality, Jennifer deluded herself with a comforting lie — love.

Jennifer sniffled and stood. She walked back into the hall, her steps resounding emptily in the devastated mansion. She was shaking, her skin blemish after having stayed up all evening. First thing she would do would be to stop by the first Starbucks she finds on her way home. Opening the double doors greeted her with a cool breeze of fresh air, the slowly brightening sky welcoming her out of this unrealistic mess.

The stress of the night and the game was gone. It felt like the weight of the world had been lifted off her shoulders. She was free and yet she didn’t know what the best thing to do was. Should she call the police first — perhaps Dimitri’s dad? She shook her head, throbbing with ache. She definitely needed some sleep. In order to get back home, she had to drive all the way up there, however — she couldn’t bear staying here anymore.

Pulling Sebastian’s keys out of her pocket, she glanced one last time at the cursed mansion before unlocking and stepping into the car. She moved the seat all the way up front — Sebastian was about a foot taller than her anyway — and she ignited the vehicle. Before grabbing the stick shift, she fumbled into her little purse, making sure she had her debit card with her to order herself a hot cup of black coffee. She did have it, as well as her dead phone. She still had some clothes and belongings back there, but she figured she could discard them and simply leave. Pulling on the lever into drive, she propelled off.

A pang of guilt hit her in the stomach as she was driving away on the street. She willed herself to forget about the dreadful night and focus on the road, so she put on the radio in hopes of having the music distracting her. The tummy ache that slowly nagged her reminded her she had not eaten anything substantial for the last 12 hours. The booze and candies had not been filling at all. She remembered of a nearby McDonald’s — perhaps she could get herself an early breakfast with hot coffee there.

She stood in line for the drive-thru orders, waiting patiently for the employee to talk to her. She didn’t get to sit long before the speakers asked her what she wanted. Jennifer turned down the radio — it was a commercial break anyway. She ordered a sausage muffin with the much-needed beverage and was asked to drive to the paying window.

There was another car before her so, while she hung on, she put back the radio. The ads were coming to an end when she could move to the paying window, where she pulled down the window and retrieved her card from her purse.

“Deb-I-it.” She enunciated her payment method, clearing her throat as her words cracked.

The employee gave her a funny look, but he simply did his job, handling the plastic covered machine. As Jennifer used the paypass feature, she felt like she just yanked a muscle, her hand suddenly stinging.

“You can proceed to the next window.” The boy directed.

“Thank y-OU-ou.” She cracked again.

The embarrassment flushed her with heat, but she pressed on the gas pedal and drove on. The night had really had its toll on her. She had to brake and wait some more, a few cars already in line for their order. She tried coughing, to dislodge whatever seemed to have caught up in her throat. 

While she sat, she used her second hand to rub the aching one, only to result in pulling another muscle. She groaned in annoyance, wish for the sharp burn to dissipate. She gazed into the mirror, noticing how she must have looked off with her makeup running down her cheeks. Not only did she resemble a clown with her livid skin and the scribbling mascara, but her seemed to have dirt across as well.

“No wonder why the guy couldn’t keep a straight face.” She grumbled.

She searched for a tissue or something to clean herself, but she couldn’t find any in the glovebox. It was a boy’s car after all. An impatient honk alerted her to resume driving, the line moving forward. Jennifer shook her head and carried on with the crowd. Suddenly, as she braked once more — there were still two more vehicles before her — a sense of claustrophobia overwhelmed her. She started hyperventilating, so she pulled down the windows, hoping that the chilly air would help her out. Her stomachache didn’t let go. Her head was spinning. Her joints hurt. She turned the volume louder, unconcerned for the other drivers.

“Hey! Welcome to AMC — Austin Music Channel! It is now 5:20 AM. The weather’s 59 °F and clear for now, but precipitations are forecasted later today, so be prepared for the eventuality. The…”

As the animator kept on with the morning pep talk, Jennifer petrified in terror at the announcement. 5:20 AM?! That couldn’t be! The clock — even the time on Sebastian’s console — it said…

“Dayl-I-ight saving t-I-ime!” She realized in utter horror, her pitch dropping slightly.

Just as she made the statement, her knees buckled, jutting forward as her legs inched longer. She cried from fear. She peered in the mirror to see if she had more noticeable changes coming through. The shadow on her face was not dirt — she was growing stubble. She had to go back to the mansion!

She needed to get out of the line — fuck her order — but she was stuck between cars. She couldn’t bypass the ones in front of her, nor pull in reverse because of the impatiently honking moron. She couldn’t believe how dumb she’s been for forgetting about turning back an hour. She had grown so dependant on the technology she completely forgot that they had to manually revert the time on the console and grandfather clock. She had willingly, yet unawares, set her own fate.

The honking resounded in her ears and she growled, feeling her back ache, her spine stretching to fit in with her longer legs, growing to about five feet ten. She had to pull on the lever beneath the seat, her previously shorter frame becoming cramped behind the wheel. How ironic, considering she had to bring it so close to the steer earlier. A voice called after her and just then did she realize that it she could move forward, only one car separating her from freedom.

“Come O-on…” She begged for the person to be done with his order and leave.

Her hands gripping onto the wheel cracked, widening in the process. She watched with trauma as the knuckles jutted out, bubbling and expanding, forcing the small delicate fingers apart. Soon, the palms were twice as large as they used to be. Just when she quailed at the horrendous sight of short stubby digits on exaggeratedly broad weather-beaten mitts, a sharp pulling sensation attacked the protrusions as they swelled from inside out. The bones within the skin underwent the metamorphosis first, surging in size under the flesh. Jennifer let out a frightened shriek as the fingers blew up like ballooning sausages. She feared the skin would burst from the sheer expansion, but it didn’t, stretching elastically.

When she couldn’t fathom having even bigger hands, her body proved her wrong as the muscles and flesh grew to befit the much larger structure. The steer looked apprehensively small in comparison to her disproportionate limbs. Moreover, a stinging sensation surged from the tip of her fingers. She cried with trepidation at the incoming change. Her pretty nails, which she spent time decorating earlier, snapped in pieces as they reformed into menacing claws, slashing at the rubber of the wheel. Thousands of short dirty blond hair sprouted from her digits and the back of her massive manly hands, so much that they barely look human anymore.

Mimicking the immense mitts, Jennifer’s feet underwent their own phase of growth. Inside her footwear, the limbs twitched like they’ve pulled a muscle as well, making the shoe cramped all of a sudden. She longed to get to free her concealed feet from their ever-tighter prisons, but she would have to lean down and untie them up. Against all odds, it was finally her turn to head to the window.

Jennifer couldn’t drive like this. She needed to go back to the mansion immediately, but the painful squeeze on her feet made hurt her too much. She had to stop the vehicle and take care of this increasingly urgent problem. She barely managed to move to the service window before putting the car into park. Even grabbing onto the drive shift with her humongous hands proved to be a hard thing to do. Clumsily, she pulled the seat as far as possible, giving her enough leverage to remove the footwear. Only, it had suffered more than it could and started bursting around her ever-growing limbs. The paws were simply immense, probably as big as Seb’s size 15 by now. And yet, the aching muscle dreaded her with the fact they were not even close to be done.

“Hello?” A voice called her out.

Jennifer turned and saw a visibly annoyed woman showing her the food bag and cup through the window. It took her a few seconds to remember she had been in line for breakfast and coffee earlier. She blushed red, trying to not look too weird in front of the employee. The changing fairy grabbed the purchased goods with embarrassment and drove away awkwardly. As she pressed on the gas pedal, she did not realize that she never brought the seat forward.

She left the fast food joint and headed back for the mansion. It wasn’t far, she could do it… but what would she do then? Even if she went back, nothing implied her transformation would stop. And if it did, would she end up living the rest of her existence as a freaky male-female hybrid with oversized hands and feet? If she called the right one as the imposter now, would it excuse her for leaving the grounds and halt her changes? Would she ever get back to her previous appearance — her normal self? She had so many unanswered questions.

Her costume was getting uncomfortably tight. She could hear parts of it beginning to tear as she expanded in proportions on the seat. As she looked down at herself, she realized just how much she’s grown. She had to be around Sebastian’s size to fit casually with the seat all the way back — a six-foot-five giga-Jen! The thought lingered on her mind, nagging her like an unbearable echo until the tummy ache she’s felt for a while intensified ten folds. She had to stop the car and pull over on parking.

It felt just like being on her period. A presence was blossoming within her, anticipating impregnation, yet she had nothing to relieve the instinctual itch. Moreover, it didn’t want something to be shoved in, but to push it out. Jennifer shook her head in denial. She knew what was coming. She didn’t want it — she didn’t want to become a man! She cried in trepidation as her uterus fell apart and ovaries restructured as testicles ready to be expelled out of her feminine organ. She wondered if Mathilda had to suffer the same treatment when she apparently became a male — after all, only Theodore witnessed her altered form.

Thinking about her unfaithful boyfriend filled her with powerless anger anew. He had to be the traitor — the imposter. There was no way he would have made it until the end of the night if he hadn’t been! And the clues even pointed at him!

“Theodore is the imposter!” She declared as her last resort.

As if to mock her, her body flushed with even more heat, making her all sweaty like she had just had sex. She cried out as her legs spread apart and her hole started pushing the inevitable maleness assailing her. Did this sudden pain and change implied she had been wrong or was it bound to happen anyway? So much went through her head in that moment that she could not be certain.

She glanced down, pulled the now short-looking dress up to see her leggings bulging at the crotch. It was so cramped it hurt. In compliance to her birthing junk, she eased the pants to her ankles. Her panties held on for their life. As she tried to take them off, she accidentally snipped them with her new dangerous claws. Balls had dropped out, the size of large eggs and swelling bigger. The hole had sealed shut, a tiny penis poking hard above the packed scrotum.

“This can’t be right!” The fairy whimpered.

Jen looked into the mirror and noticed the masculine visage gazing back. What… a handsome fucker! Jensen felt his heart sink upon seeing himself for the first time. His face didn’t bear the same plump cherubic form, yet it retained its circular shape. Rather than appearing young and innocent, it struck as strong and virile. A short dirty blond — with a twinge of red — beard covered the bottom half of his figure. His eyes were not the clear hazel they’ve been earlier, having changed to the all too familiar glowing red. His lips curled into a smug grin, as the last bits of resistance were crumbling away. He brought one of his still oversized hands to his face, admiring just how attractive he looked.

Jensen felt the rush of heat fill his body once more as it morphed further. He stretched a few inches taller, about the height of a six-foot-eight entrance by this point — his collapsing green hair pressing on the roof. His shoulders eclipsed the backrest, hitting on the door by his left and jutting outward to the other seat by his right. His legs buckled up longer, knees jamming against the dashboard on either side of the steering wheel. Jensen felt the same claustrophobic sensation growing stronger as the car shrank around him. He passed seven feet tall, slowly catching up to befit the monstrous hands and feet he got waiting at the drive-thru.

His head bonked the roof at seven feet four, the behemoth of a man almost adopting a foetal stance with his knees reaching so high. And just then Jensen did realize he had been avidly stroking his small penis the whole time — although it wasn’t so little, anymore. It had grown to the size of a water bottle, still swelling with pulsating need. Too lost in the throes of pleasure, Jen failed to acknowledge the spreading body hair, rippling from his changed extremities toward the core of his firming torso. The faint bit of chub left, as well as her womanly chest, melted down and redistributed under the tougher skin across his strong physique, melding with the muscle mass that was steadily increasing on her frame.

Meanwhile, he kept on jacking off the ever-augmenting cock between his legs. It passed a foot in length, but didn’t look anywhere near stopping its expansion. With the way Jensen was contorting to fit inside the ever-shrinking car, he found his lips to hang quite close to the throbbing pillar of his manhood. Greedily, he leaned a little further, aiming his drooling dong for his changing maw, and went to town on his own member.

The vehicle creaked in complaints as the impossibly horny lad sucked himself off. He didn’t care if other drivers or passers-by noticed him working on his boner — they’d just have to enjoy the show or walk away. The more he pulled onto the needy hard-on, the deeper it reached. There was so much of it to love, to worship, to please. And yet, what would it be like to have it even bigger? Never did Jen ever think having a penis would feel so good. It brought him satisfaction beyond any comprehension he’s had as a woman. If that’s what it meant to have a throbbing boner between a man’s leg, then Jensen would forgive Theodore for the adultery. Furthermore, he’d encourage them to settle an open relationship from now on. He’d even be keen to polygamy — and perhaps ask Roger to come in with them!

Despite how large his jaw had grown, Jensen started choking onto his own penis. It exceeded the dimensions of any monster cock he had seen tonight by a far margin. Even the ball sack that hung down low between his legs was rivalling with the size of a dumbbell. They were churning, swelling, crying out loud for the increasingly incoming orgasm.

As the dam broke, Jen believed he’d be able to swallow in the load. However, he was unprepared for the sheer power of his jets and the quantity of semen he would shoot. The ejaculation pushed him through yet another growth spurt all over, adding back some soft padding onto his newly jacked musculature. Jensen pulled out the frantic hose from his mouth, taking out inches after inches of oversized manhood. He yanked out half a foot, then a whole foot, and some more. Finally, unskewered from his own erection, Jensen gasped with blissful ecstasy, becoming a literal fountain staining all the inside of Sebastian’s car.

He tried basking back in the backrest, but as he stretched himself out, he heavily dented, then burst, the ceiling and demolished the seat he sat on. More jets of virile sperm kept oozing out as the gigantic monster had its hands wrapped around the geyser source. Time seemed to stop existing during the countless waves of giddiness clouding his brain and judgment. When the euphoria ebbed enough for him to think anew, he wondered if the others were still having their orgy in the basement. He glanced at the time on the car console: 5:40 AM. He grinned. There was still some left before 6 AM.

Jensen eased himself from the confined vehicle, breaking it further as he moved his seven feet and a half bod out. His two feet long boner still throbbed and leaked for some action. Without realizing, he was suddenly into the mansion driveway. He couldn’t remember if he managed to get all the way back here earlier, but either or, that was the destination he longed for.

“Avenge the gays.” The absurdly hung Jensen cried, ready to join and hang out with the guys downstairs. “Convert the homophobes—…”

And then there were none.

Synopsis: Ten young, homophobic adults gather for Halloween. Two of them remain. Heated arguments most often lead to destructive behaviours and hurtful declarations.

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~ Sunday, November 1st, 2020 — 5:30 AM ~

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The endless night was coming to a close. From the distance, the couple watched if they could make the whereabouts of the psychopath. They had returned to the balcony giving on the master bedroom. They saw a gathering of the monsters around the shed in the horizon, but they couldn’t really discern if they were involved in an orgy or just granting Victor the karma of his life.

“Anyhow, I think we’re better off without that fucker.” Theodore repeated once more, shaking his head and going back inside.

“Do you think we should investigate the pool like Victor suggested earlier?” Jennifer asked him, at loss for any clues.

“I’m pretty sure it was a red herring. Victor never took this game seriously. I’m even wondering if… he might not be the imposter after all.”

The fairy looked down with a sigh.

“To be frank… I don’t think he was the imposter.”

“Why do you say that?”

“He was too much of a loon, in my opinion.” She stated. “He took this too much at heart.”

“I disagree. Victor might have tried shooting our friends because he KNEW they would turn into monsters. Maybe he wanted to scare us by making them monsters.”

“It’s possible.” The fairy shrugged, looking toward the door. “What do you say we go check the time in the dining room?”

“Yeah.”

The couple silently walked out of the master bedroom and took the stairs in the hall, stepping carefully this time. Once at the destination, the lovers saw the intact grandfather clock ticking a little past 5:30. They had less than thirty minutes before they win the game. And still, this seemed like the longest half-hour of their life they’ve yet had to wait. They sat on chairs by the ever-burning fireplace, huddling up one against the other by the warmth of the supernatural flames.

“Who’s Hope, Theo?” Jennifer asked after a while, head on his shoulder.

“Hope who?”

“I… I don’t know. I think… she was one of the girls you tutored.”

“Oh. That Hope.” He mumbled. “Well… you said it yourself — she was one of the girls I tutored last year.”

The memory surged back to the intellectual, picturing himself again in college freshman year. Hope Kingsley was one of his classmates in Calculus. The poor babe struggled with the differential equations and Theodore couldn’t help himself. He stepped in and mansplained the concept. He might have been the service nerd, but he had a talent for vulgarization. It didn’t take long before Hope asked for tutoring lessons — which Theo gladly organized at his own place. Hope was quite the chick. Taller than short Theo, she took pride in keeping herself in shape, attending cheerleading practice and the gym regularly.

Theodore blushed at the remembrance. Jennifer shifted against him. She must have noticed something was wrong because she stirred away from the shoulder she leaned on.

“Why do you ask?” He added, moving himself as he felt hot.

“I want to know the truth, Theo.” His lover spoke, a tiny bit bashful, but desirous for the facts. “Did… you two have an affair?”

The first tutoring lesson had gone well, mostly revolving around explaining the basics, but also talking about their lives — getting to know each other. On their second, the intellectual sat closer to the girl, complimenting her on the improvements since their last reunion. After the hour, he invited her to stay a little bit and enjoy a drink before heading back home. Hope knew Theodore had a partner, yet the guy insisted, making sure that his tight pants showcased the goods he had down there — this wasn’t the first time he had done this. She was reluctant, but she eventually succumbed. After three glasses, she had her lips wrapped around the ten meaty inches the short nerd packed below the belt. On the third date-lesson, they spend a quarter of the time doing maths, passing the rest of the scheduled hour screwing like rabbits.

“What the fuck, Jen? No, I did not cheat on you.” He blurted out, stunned by the sudden question.

As well as he could, Theodore kept his cool. His heart rate was definitely increasing. He tried remembering if he ever let on clues about his infidelity. Did Dimitri let it on her after he caught him texting in the kitchen, earlier that evening? It hadn’t been Hope — they had not seen each other in months with covid — but their host could have told her he found him sexting with one of his secret lovers. His pal Dimitri knew about his escapades anyway, just like Sebastian and Asher. Hell, most of the crew knew about it, save for his clueless girlfriend.

“Why do you ask me such a thing, now, this night?” He added, bewildered. “This isn’t the time, Jen.”

Jennifer sighed deeply, shaking her head. When she raised it again, she did not even dare looking at him.

“What were you talking about with Sebastian earlier, then, when you were looking for me by the car?” She inquired, emotionless.

“Wha— what?”

“I heard you two when you were talking about your tutoring lessons with Hope and the others.”

“Ho— how? I thought you were upstairs!” Theodore blushed, turning at his stoic girlfriend. “I mean… yes, we’ve talked about my tutoring lessons, but that’s all there was! Did you mishear something?”

She took a sharp inhalation.

“Why did you JUST tutor other girls?”

“What’s…?” He started but the way she glared at him upon showing her expression spoke more than she let on. “It just… it just felt easier to tutor girls, that’s all.”

A sad smile, albeit slightly scornful, crept up her face as she looked away once more.

“Yeah. Of course. It would have been gay to sleep with guys you’d tutor, right?”

“Excuse me?!” He stood up with indignation.

“Oh! For fuck’s sake!” She rolled her eye. “I’m not blind, Theo! I’ve answered on your phone more than once to these girls!”

“What?! How did you unlock my phone?!”

“Oh, Theo! Using the Fibonacci sequence for your password is WAY too obvious!” She snarked. “You always spent your time texting with them! Always on the go for your slutty pupils! And me, in all of that?! When did you take time for me?!”

“And when we made love earlier?! Did that not show how much I love you?!”

“You don’t even call me by my name anymore when we’re having sex! Are you that scared of calling me the wrong name?!”

“Jen—!”

“We never had sex after you tutored those poor girls! You always had a pitiful excuse to throw at me!” She cut him out.

“JENNIFER!” He shook her up, grabbing onto her shoulders vigorously.

The impulsive act of the intellectual was his demise; Jennifer jumped on her feet and within barely three seconds, Theodore found himself on the floor, immobilized by the karate chick.

“O— Okay! I confess! You win!” He surrendered, his arms painfully brought behind his back. “I cheated on you… a few times… but it is YOU that I love! You, Jennifer Taylor, are the woman I want to spend my life with!”

The fairy sneered at the declaration.

“Unlike them, you are smart and witted! You speak for yourself and never let anyone step on your feet! You love Magic and card games like I do! We love to cosplay together, to attend sci-fi conventions! We’ve known each other for years, even!”

Jennifer couldn’t help herself but shed a few tears at the declaration his boyfriend told her. She eased her grip on him, and the lad turned his back on the ground to look at her. Mascara ran down her rosy cheeks, her eyes red from the crippling fatigue. And despite the sadness, she still had a smile drawn on her pretty face.

“I want to believe you. I really do.” She said, shaking her head. “But how can I ever trust you anymore if you can’t even admit to me that you’ve been sleeping with other girls?”

Theodore tried to add something but was cut by the woman pouring her heart out.

“I’ve known about it for a long time, Theo. I didn’t say anything because I knew… I knew you’d always come back to me. And I knew you would smile and be happy with me. I didn’t mind too much, as long as we were happy together… but, the fact that you can’t even be honest and tell me the truth… THAT hurt me, Theo.”

The man looked at her with wide-opened eyes, feeling angry both at her and himself. He was burning with rage — he wanted to hit his own head and to slap her for playing the innocent all this time.

“What did you expect me to say?!” He chimed, raising both arms in indignation. “Hey babe, I’ve been sleeping with other girls ever since I’m a tutor! Hope you don’t mind!”

“You’re a dumbass!” She retorted at the mockery.

“And excuse me from being cautious after you ruined your best friend’s life after he’s told you his secret! How did you want me to confide anything if you were to backstab me and ruin my chances of going into med school after college?! I would have lost my job AND my scholarship!”

“Really?!” She hysterically burst into laughter. “You really think I would have outed you for that?! Theo, that Roger guy broke my heart when he told me he was gay! If you had told me you wanted an open relationship — sure —, it would have upset me! But we would still have been through this together! You would have not left me alone!”

Theodore shook his head and paced around the room, turning in circles. He glanced briefly at the clock — twenty minutes was left.

“Where were you after we fucked into Seb’s car?” He inquired.

“What? Are you blind?!” She gestured her fingers, showing the designs onto them. “I did the frickin’ nail polish so that Seb did not figure out what we’ve done! Where did YOU go?!”

“I went back to the shed!”

“You must have had enough time to crash into the basement and do whatever sick plan of yours to Asher!” She accused vehemently.

“What?! Are you still implying I’m the imposter?!” Theodore groaned with stupefaction.

“First, we find a piece of your costume in the bar! Second, you agreed separating from Victor and Sebastian — you could have just wanted to send Seb to his doom after calling you out! Third, there are only two of us left and I — 100% — know that I’m not an imposter!”

Theodore burst out laughing, shaking his head as he hid his face behind his hands.

“I get it.” He declared with a delirious smirk, slowly revealing his face. “This was all but just a decoy.”

Jennifer had never seen her boyfriend look at her with such a frightful face. She had to step back, the glint of the fireplace reflected in the unfaithful lad’s eyes. He glanced at the shotgun they left by the flames during their heated argument. His moved his gaze at the blaming girl as hatred and betrayal blossomed in him.

“This whole night…” He started, standing straight again as he contemplated her. “It was just a fucking scheme to frame me.”

“What… are you talking about?”

“Cut the crap with your bullshit, Jennifer!” Theo shouted ferociously. “I just understand it now. I must say… you almost got me there, with your gay motive.”

“Theo…”

“This whole game thing — it was just to get revenge on me for fucking with other girls! You were the fucking red herring all night, Jennifer!”

“You’ve gone mad…” She paled as the man before her changed like day and night, yet his physique stayed unaltered.

“Then… perhaps, Victor was not that crazy with the idea of holding on to a gun.”

Jennifer glanced at the firearm by the chimney, but Theodore proved to be faster — they had been pacing around the room for minutes and yet she just realized how he had just planned on getting closer to the weapon. Opting for her best alternative, Jennifer ran for her life.

She screamed as she heard a gunshot resounding behind her across the hall. The fairy tried to reason her insane partner with words, to at least wait until the last few remaining moments before 6 AM. But he didn’t listen to her. With little to no idea what to do, she dashed for the basement — the stairs were more manageable to step on quickly without stumbling. Getting into the miserable theatre, flashlight in hand, she looked for where she should head to avoid running into her crazy boyfriend.

“Why don’t we just talk, Jen?” Theodore taunted, holding on to the weapon like a trophy as he descended the stairs. “You are always willing to talk rather than use violence, right?”

Jennifer managed to hide herself in the bathroom under the staircase, hoping Theo would go on the lookout for her. This placement would facilitate her escape to the ground floor afterward. Against all odds, her fears came to life as the man looked for the toilet first. However, before she was discovered, a door slamming somewhere across the theatre alerted him. Theo called for her tauntingly, leaving for the other direction. Jennifer benefitted of this short-lived miracle to walk out of the room and head upstairs. Just before climbing the steps, she used the jammed door to her advantage; she displaced the sofa Victor put earlier to hold it opened and pulled it shut to lock the mad lad.

She dashed back up and went for the dining room. She glanced at the clock — in less than ten minutes, this nightmarish night would be over. She slipped a hand into her pocket, grasping the key to Seb’s car. She sat down on a chair and prayed — hoped — for 6 AM to come by as fast as possible.

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~ Sunday, November 1st, 2020 — 5:50 AM ~

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Theodore turned around upon hearing another door shut behind him. That bitch set him up! That was the only explanation — how else could she have shut two doors across the basement? Those monster fags were too busy fucking in oblivion outside anyway. This only confirmed the guilt of his girlfriend — she was a sorceress or something to put all this satanic witchcraft into place tonight.

He shook his head. He remembered the exit through the atelier via an old trapdoor. The intellectual moved into the next room and bypassed the saw table. As he got to try to escape, he realized with frustration that it was locked from the outside.

“Dang it!” He grumbled.

He had to find another way out. The atelier was a dead end, so he had to retrace his steps back into the cinema. As he entered the home gym again and went for the door, his heart skipped a beat — something prevented it from opening in the theatre.

“Ho— how?” The man realized in fear.

He aimed the door with the gun and shot. Nothing. He didn’t have any ammunition. Suddenly, a loud noise alerted him on his left. Theodore, thrown into confusion, turned around and targeted the door leading back into the atelier with his harmless weapon, out of automatism. He waited for a few nervous-filled seconds, hoping the sound was just a fragment of his imagination. With a thundering racket, it sprung open and one of those monsters appeared, ducking and squeezing its way into the gym.

“Stay— stay back!” Theo commanded, moving away.

To his greatest horror, he realized not only one of these creatures had entered the room, but the whole gang was coming in. With little to no option, the frightened man ran for the remaining door behind him, leading into the cellar — another apparent dead end. With the door closed, the nerd sized up his whereabouts as fast as he could, with the faint light the dying lantern conferred him. He noticed a small marble table. With coursing adrenaline, the short lad pulled it toward the entrance with newfound strength. It would not give him much time against these huge monsters, but it was better than nothing.

Theodore glanced around, pacing across the windowless room with crushing realization. The more he analyzed his surroundings, the more he recognized he had doomed himself going into this room. That was Jennifer’s fault! She was the imposter who cursed him all along the night!

The demons hit at the door, slowly pushing the heavy table away.

“Come here, little Theo.” A voice called after him, which he believed was Sebastian’s but could not tell for sure.

The once wizard backed away in the opposite corner of his prison, bumping a wine support wall. He glanced around him in a final attempt of escaping. Just then he did remember how there was a service lift to drag the bottles upstairs in the dining room — where his girlfriend probably lurked still. This was his last chance of fleeing.

Thanks to his small stature and having discarded ample costume earlier, Theodore managed to slip into the narrow enclosure of the elevator. He didn’t think about it at first, but after getting in, he realized he might be too heavy for it to work. The marble table pushed out of the way, the beasts barged in the room. The intellectual gasped and pressed the button without any more hesitation. Surprisingly, the lift begun dragging him up, albeit at a much slower than he would have liked, almost stalled. Fearing the demons would reach him, Theodore grabbed and pulled onto the rope ensuring the leverage went skyward. Fortunately, it gave him the needed boost to barely outrun the mindless perverts after him.

The man sweated profusely — he couldn’t let go of the cord; otherwise he’d fall back into the abyss. It took him all the strength he could gather to yank on the cable. He could see the dim light of the dining room illuminate the top of the conduit, like a glimmer of hope. However, that glow soon shifted as a figure and a bright shining beam aimed down on him.

“No! Stay down!” He heard Jennifer cry in fear.

“Look, Jen, please, don’t leave me with them! I’ll do everything you want!” The nerd pleaded. “I’ll stop tutoring girls, I’ll stop sexting! I swear! Please!”

But the girl did not reply. The crank let a screeching sound and the lift gave up. Theodore screamed as he plunged back down into the chasm, his torch dying on him. As he hit the bottom of the pit, he gasped, short of breath, facing many pairs of shining red eyes and faintly glowing white fangs in the total darkness.

“Welcome back, Theo.” The beast before him greeted with a mocking tone.

Theodore yelled in fear as he felt invisible clawed hands grab and pull him out of the cramped lift. His exclamations were deafened by the demonic laughters filling the sheer blackness. The sound of glass shattering was heard as some of the monsters must have knocked down a rack or other furniture. The poor young man was taken into so many directions, feeling as if he were swimming through a sea crammed with obstacles that dictated which way he would go. Something wet splashed at his temple, making him shake and close his eyes in disgust — only, shutting them did nothing since he couldn’t see anything either or.

What he could only picture as a boner rubbed his face, making him scream further out of fear. The act of shouting his head off only served as a means for the monstrous erection to be shoved down his throat. The massive mitts held on to his skull, ramming the unimaginable hard-on in and out like a jackhammer — and it did not even fit all in.

Indistinguishable hands kept fondling him everywhere. He felt one of these lust-crazed individuals pulling his pants down to his knees, exposing his small weak behind. Theo tried to free himself but he was locked into place by the face fucker. One twitching wet knob teased his asshole and Theodore inexorably gave up. He was going to get fucked and there was nothing more he could do. The fat swollen head pried his entrance apart. Still, no matter how hard the man clenched to shut the opening, the thing managed to slip inside anyway.

The nerd was penetrated from both ends. A wave of nausea overtook him as he did not even touch the ground, lifted like a sex doll from the two rutting beasts. His loss of sight, only amplified his other senses. He felt every inch of his abused body screaming in pain and despair. His ass was on fire, as if the rod ramming into him was made of white-hot metal, filling his intestines with molten lava-like precum. At the same time, the one assaulting his mouth kept pounding away, as if it were expanding the size of his entrance — almost dislodging his jaw before heating up his distended neck.

The taste was horrid. He was not one to particularly like the woman’s bodily fluids, but the man’s was definitely much worse. He wanted to puke the bitter aftertaste the humping shaft coated his taste buds with. Unfortunately, the sheer dimensions of the gargantuan member that stretched his lips apart prevented him from spitting the disgusting liquid out.

The sound of slick fucking, beastly groans and acclamation echoed infinitely into his tortured ears. He tried to focus on what they were saying but the physicalness and brutality of their harassment made it impossible to catch on the flow of their words. His heartbeat thumped so hard with the incessant to-and-fro that his eardrums felt about to explode, buzzing with ardent fire.

Just as he thought he couldn’t take any more of the outrageous boner, Theo groaned with dread as the face fucker shoved it as deep as it would go. A sickening pop resounded in his head and his lower jaw snapped, sagging down, unresponsive. A jungle-like pubic bush pressed against Theodore’s face, musky odours of virility and sex empowering his nostrils all of a sudden. He couldn’t even comprehend how he could simply breathe — although with difficulty — with the oversized organ twitching in his throat, but it didn’t matter anymore. The formidable scent filled him with a newfound warmth, mellow and pleasant.

Theodore didn’t realize the load he’s been shot down his stomach until the monstrous beast pulled away. Left without the comfort of the manly smell, Theodore whimpered needfully. He could still feel the strong behemoth inside his ass, quickening his thrusts as if he were about to cum anytime soon. He felt different. He was in the air still, but as the face fucker walked off, another one took his place and slipped its achingly swollen dick between the sextoy’s lips.

The intrusive member was not as long as the previous erection, but its girth had to be almost the double. The slackness of Theo’s disembodied jaw and overly stretched rim only served better to welcome the cup-plate-sized circumference. The monster grabbed his hair and rammed into his abused face. Slowly accepting his unavoidable fate, he simply bobbed onto the dong, coating it with as much saliva as he could — reaching as close as possible from the comforting man bush.

The ass fucker bucked hard, spasming and forcing the cocksucker further down the pole to his goal. Theo felt bliss overwhelming his body. The masculine fumes of the pubes soothed him with soft warmth while the ejaculation filling his butt flooded him with crashing torrents of sizzling lava. The man’s muscles relaxed completely as blissful sensations overtook him beyond comprehension. The erection buried in his gullet slipped its way easily as Theo found his throat enlarging past reasonable measure.

The hands caressing and fondling his body made him realize how alien it seemed to him now. First, he was bloated with their essence, the clothes unfitting him. Second, not only did he feel himself becoming heavier and perhaps fatter, but he also felt stronger and bigger — possibly taller, even. Lastly, he just acknowledged how one of these monsters was rubbing his own erection, most probably huger than the already well-gifted ten incher he sported before this night.

The demon pulled out of his ass and he grew cold. Wiggling his empty butt, Theo shivered in anticipation as another creature grabbed onto his hips, teasing the buns with the length of an overly long dong. It spurted a few shots of precum across his back and posterior, before the swordsman sheathed his weapon of destruction within his interior.

He had been the one screwing so many girls in the past, committing adultery numerous times because he couldn’t keep his large dick within his pants. And yet, tonight he was the one getting fucked over by these rutting beasts until they would collapse from exhaustion. It was probably beyond 6 AM by now, but he didn’t worry about the game anymore. Being banged by those horny lads was the only thing that felt right in the moment. Plus, he had seemingly already lost — he could sense his body had started its metamorphosis into one of them. Jennifer could go to Hell for all he cared. If that bitch had put this curse upon them to frame him for his infidelity, then he’d even break the rules of this goddamned game against her.

The penis within his mouth spewed its load down Theo’s pit. A considerable amount of it spurted back out as the face fucker pulled out and ejaculated the rest all over his head. Theo’s obscured vision began discerning contrasts in the room. He couldn’t pinpoint the details yet, but forms structured themselves with a faint reddish hue, which he attributed to the probable change of his irises. The first thing that he could clearly see before his hungry eyes was another throbbing dong being brought to him, which he gladly started sucking on.

The massive fuckstick ramming into his behind was digging in deeper than the previous ones. And yet the beast’s pelvis didn’t even hit his warm ticklish bottom — which Theo believed must have grown their own thick manly hair. Movement beneath him distracted the split-roasted slut who realized one of the monsters had crawled on the floor under them. He didn’t mind the sudden intruder at first, but when a hand grabbed onto his personal dick, Theodore understood. Soon, the tip of his moist lustful boner found itself guided to a hot welcoming asshole, which gladly swallowed his maleness in.

The transforming man couldn’t fathom a more blissful state than he was going through in the moment. Every part of his body experienced otherworldly pleasure, pushing him beyond any comprehension of the universe. His vision grew clearer as he changed further into a beast and, yet, his mind was elsewhere, blurring his sight. He wanted this edging pleasure to never end.

With leverage to hold on to, Theodore felt his back stretch longer, packing more height on his previously diminutive frame. The creature fucking his ass didn’t back off, resulting in diving his frightful tower deeper within him. It growled with satisfaction as it emptied its load into Theo’s bowels simultaneously as the beast who had been using his slutty throat.

Theo basked in the expansion of his body, surging in every direction. The one he’s had his manhood shoved down its hole even moaned as the organ swelled within its cavity. Not to be left undone, two more horny monsters approached to take the place of the face fucker and the ass fucker. Theodore licked his slobbery lips, noting how his teeth started to adopt a sharp tusk-like appearance, his lower jaw wider than his face, jutting out forward. He wanted every one of them.

The darkness abated around him, the world changing into red monochromatic hues. Theo gasped as he realized the size of the gigantic monster before him, whose cock — thank Lord — was not proportional to. Still, the kneeling and bending giant had over a footlong dick with a frightful girth to present him. The smallest guy of the bunch dove onto the tallest beast’s dong. His hips kicked back and forth to satisfy both the black-furred gymnast below him and the insanely jacked steroid behemoth plowing his ass. He would have fuck all day, even forever, if he could.

Time had been so prevalent when the game had started — and now, time didn’t matter anymore. Only the pleasure of getting off, both his pals and himself, counted — pure and primal masculine instinct. Sexuality and prudishness didn’t make sense. If his buddy had to get off, he’d help him out. If he had to get off himself, he’d ask his mate to help him out. Theodore could watch the monsters around them jacking off still, despite having unloaded in him just a few moments prior. They were insatiable — and so was he.

The sheer pounding of the rutting creature behind Theo kept hitting his sweet spot, making his dick literally piss precum down the black hair partner he was fucking. Theo felt an inscrutable sting into his fingers and toes. He acknowledged then that he was growing mighty claws like any of the other demons. While he had been lifted in the air and used by the monsters, his feet finally touched the floor, giving him some stability as his enlarging hands cracked and grabbed onto the shoulders of the dark beast.

Just as he made this realization, Theodore felt the behemoth’s dong blast its enormous load into his throat, filling him with even more bulk and size, soon encompassing the width of the svelte gymnast he hunched over. The broad muscular brute behind him also crossed the orgasm threshold, inflating him further with more male seed. It fuelled his musculature to increase once more, this time with a mix of thick dry heft and soft padding.  The two monsters pulled away from the overblown new member, whose ejaculation hit so hard that spunk kept dripping down the Latino’s thighs.

He was one of them, now.

“Avenge the gays.” The horny Theodore uttered with mischief, ready to keep the orgy going until they would die from exhaustion. “Convert the homophobes — until there is none.”

Synopsis: Ten young, homophobic adults gather for Halloween. Three of them remain. Even the coldest hearts can melt from the embracing warmth of a loving hug.

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~ Sunday, November 1st, 2020 — 4:50 AM ~

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A slight breeze swept the mansion. The sky was growing lighter, giving a glimmer of hope as this never-ending night was slowly coming to an end. Jennifer gazed at the horizon, wishing to see the much awaited sun peek through the faraway hills. It couldn’t rise fast enough. She was thinking back to Roger, whom she had outed in High School.

She had met him after entering the GeekClub, a group of students which gathered in a small room between and after classes. The guy was a comic enthusiast, especially for superheroes. Roger was a pleasant dude to talk with, but he could be intense when the subject was important to him.

Things started going down in their junior year. Roger had confided her with a secret he’s kept for years then. He told her via SMS that he needed to talk to her at his place. Roger was not a bad-looking guy, which led Jennifer to believe he was probably about to date her or something. They’ve stuck together a lot since their freshman year and even her friend circle, Mathilda included, asked her when they were going to be officially a couple. She was anticipating the moment with haste. She hoped he would have condoms, but she brought a morning-after pill with her in case it went wrong. She was a virgin and she suspected him to be one as well. Whether they had sex or not, passionate or awkward, she wanted to make this night one to remember.

And one to remember it had been.

Roger welcomed her in the vestibule, wearing the same preppy clothes he’d put at school earlier that day. She could tell he was nervous. He laughed a little, his smile and gestures off as he showed her a seat in the living room. His parents weren’t home yet, only strengthening the idea that they might take advantage of their privacy. Jennifer was disappointed when he offered her the sofa rather than with her on the loveseat like they’ve done in the past. That only meant one thing — he didn’t want them to watch TV just yet, but to talk first.

Her friend sniffled, anxious. Jen wondered for a moment if she had put on too much perfume or if she’s been too bold dressing up for possibly just another casual night. She would be fine taking it slow. It was not like she needed to have sex on the first date. Roger sat down, fidgeting as he looked to be thinking on how to formulate the perfect sentence. She loved that nerdy side of his. It turned her on, even. She could perhaps try speaking for both of them if he couldn’t make the words out.

“Jen… you are my best friend. You are even closer than a friend to me. I know we’ve known each other only since High School, but I feel like I’ve known you for years. I just… I wanted to tell you… I…”

“I love you too.” She smiled, giggling a little.

“I… yes… I love you too… you are my closest friend… but…”

“Don’t worry, Rogie. If you want to take it slow, I don’t mind.”

“Jen…” He started, blushing and shaking. “I’m gay.”

Time had come to a stop. The two teens in the room stayed silent, a faint music playing on the stereo in the background. Jennifer’s mouth hung opened in shock, her brain finally linking all the pieces of the puzzle. The guy had never had the hot for her; worst of all, he had friend-zoned her. She shut her mouth, all expressivity gone. She avoided him, looking down at the mandala-like mat.

“Since you are my best friend and that we support each other so much, I figured I could confide you in with my sexuality. I’ve been having my doubts since middle school and meeting you, spending time with you, made me realize that… I was not into girls. I mean… I guess reading Marvel stuff since I’m a kid kinda got me into the whole buff guy thing. And the GeekClub being just outside of the gymnasium wing made it kinda easy to just glance at hot guys walking by. I don’t know. Being gay is weird. Like… I can’t tell anyone, not even my parents, about it. But… it feels kinda good to tell someone for once.”

Jennifer fidgeted to the ground, never bothering to glance back into her talkative crush’s eyes. The guy kept going, but she was not looking at him anymore. She had grown to love him more than a friend over the past few years, yet she came to realization this was a one-way appreciation. The epiphany of his sexuality hit her harder than if he had just told her he was not interested in a relationship. That way, she would have, at least, still had a chance of making it up to him someday. But if Roger were indeed a homosexual, then there would be little to no convincing possible.

“Are you okay, Jen?” He asked.

“If I’m okay?!” She snapped, glaring at him and standing up. “You tell me, the girl who’s been in love with you since freshman year if I’m okay with being put in the friend zone?! Not just the friend zone, but the impossible zone?!”

“Jen… I… I didn’t think you’d react this way. Let’s… let’s pretend I didn’t say anything. Wanna watch some movie? The new avengers movie just came out.”

“Why? So you can pitch a boner while looking at Steve Roger’s ass?!” She jabbed out of spite, her scowl of disapproval obvious. “No fucking way!”

She headed for the exit with a thudding footstep, outraged.

“I… I’m sorry! I didn’t know how you felt about me!”

“Well, if you had looked at me or talked with anyone in the class instead of staring at your superhero junks, you’d have noticed!”

“Please! You are my best friend, Jen! You are the only one whom I can tell it too!”

“Ha! Then how about I make a post on Facebook and tell everyone? Maybe then you’ll have more than a person to talk about it!”

“No! Please, NO! I… I can’t! That’s a secret! You can’t do that to me!”

“That’s where you’re wrong. I totally CAN do it.”

“Please, I beg you with all my heart! Don’t do it! I, your best friend, beg you not to!”

She snickered at him, beyond the declaration, and left him alone. The post she made online that night must have been the one she’s had the most notifications in all her life. But, really, what gentleman would do this to the girl who loved him?

“Still think about it sometimes?” Theo’s voice pulled her out of her memories.

“About what?”

“The guy you outed.”

Jennifer looked downwards, gazing at the handrail they rested on.

“I do. I hated him so much back then.”

“Do you still hate him even now?”

“Can’t say I don’t hate him still… but it wasn’t kind of me to out him like that. You know the story. He was my first love and I felt rejected. If I’ve never spoken to him again after that, it’s only because I was scared of having to deal with it all again.”

“If you could see talk to him again, would you?”

“I don’t know. I should, but I don’t think I would have the courage for that.” She replied, turning her eyes at him. “Why these questions, all of a sudden?”

Theodore was about to say something when a gunshot resounded outside, somewhere. A scream. The lovers looked at themselves for a brief instant, stunned. When another one echoed, they ran back inside. They rushed down the slimy stairs of the hall, but Theodore slipped and dropped the last few steps.

“Theo!” His girlfriend called, going more carefully then. “Are you alright?”

“Yuck!” He exclaimed in disdain. “I’m fine, but I’ve got this nasty stuff all over my costume, now!”

Jennifer helped him back on feet with reluctance — there was sludge covering the robes. She suggested him to discard the clothes since he was dressed underneath, which he gladly did.

“That’s fucking disgusting!” Theo shivered, throwing the soiled garments in a corner.

“Let’s go!” She led with concern. “I’m worried for Seb! I knew it was not a good idea to split up!”

“I thought we made sure he didn’t have any bullets!”

“It only means we can’t trust Victor!”

As the couple headed for the back deck, they were greeted with the man himself, rushing in and snapping the door shut behind him. A look of terror crossed his face as he gasped for breath. He turned around and pointed the shotgun at the patio door, clutching on the weapon for dear life.

“What’s going on, Victor?!” Theodore exclaimed.

“The fuckers! Seb and I, we were getting onto something when these things ambushed us! That fucking letter was a decoy! Fuck!”

“Where’s Sebastian?” The girl asked, trembling.

“The… these fags grabbed him!” He cried, shaking his head as if he wanted to throw the memory away. “I tried to save him… but because you were so harsh about going harmless, I couldn’t shoot them! They… they…”

“Cut the fucking bullshit, Vic!” Jennifer cut him off. “We’re not deaf! We heard a fucking gunshot! Two, even! What happened?!”

Victor’s cowering expression did not coincide at all — completely off with the previously self-proclaimed hero’s assertiveness. Jen’s earnest demeanour looked straight through the gun wielder, who’s apparent shivering was ebbing away. She could almost swear she saw the man sizing her up before he glanced briefly at her boyfriend.

“Alright.” He sighed, shaking his head. “I lied. I still had some ammo on myself.”

“And you say we’re not trustworthy?!” She yelped.

“Shut up, woman!” He growled, raising his shotgun at her. “I couldn’t go without some protection! These freaks attacked us and killed your stupid Sebastian!”

“Stupid?” Theodore chimed. “I thought you felt sorry and wanted to make it up to him!”

“Well, I lied again, go figure!” He snapped, aiming at the nerd then.

“You’re a fucking psycho!”

“That’s what he said too!” Victor guffawed at the irony.

“Who? Seb?” Jennifer pointed out with a frown.

The gun wielder stiffened, just acknowledging his emotions took the better of him. The girl brought a hand to her mouth, gasping as she just realized how maniacal the superhero was.

“You… you SHOT him, didn’t you?!” She accused, on the verge of tears.

Victor charged the weapon and prepared to aim at her when Theo jumped toward the crazed man.  He tried targeting the little guy, yet the intellectual managed to hit the rifle upward, the blow landing on the ceiling, knocking down a chandelier a few feet short of crushing Jennifer. The girl went after them, attempting to retrieve the firearm. Victor wasn’t letting go, the two of them on him, the woman pulling him in a headlock. He had no choice but to let go as he couldn’t breathe anymore. Theodore grabbed onto the gun and pointed it at the struggling lad on the floor.

“Don’t shoot him!” His girlfriend implored.

“He just killed Sebastian!”

“We don’t know that yet!”

“He’s been against us all night! He tried to KILL us!”

“Acting for the sake of revenge is not the way to go!” She cried.

“You’re one to talk!” Theodore ranted. “After what you did to Roger…”

“Theodore James! Drop that gun, NOW!”

Jennifer could see the reluctance in her friend for dropping the weapon. She also noticed how he was shaking vividly, probably doing his best to keep himself from bursting into tears. The girl lessened her grip on the settling steroid user. Upon doing so, Victor took in deep breaths, coughing a little as he inhaled.

“Fuckers! You’re all fuckers!” He roasted as he tried freeing himself.

“Stop it!” The girl commanded the maniac. “We’re not going to kill you… as long as you leave and don’t interfere with us again!”

“You said we can’t fucking leave, you dumb fat slut!”

Jennifer tightened her hold on the delusional superhero and Theo threatened him by stepping closer, still targeting the womanizer. Victor snickered, even through the lock.

“Hey, nerd, you might shoot your own feet with that! Leave the big boy toys to real men!”

Theo aimed down and fired at the floorboard between the jock’s knees. The guy actually stiffened in Jen’s grip, even let out a scared shriek.

“You better run for it before we change our mind!” The new gun wielder gritted through his teeth. “Next time I might go for a little higher.”

The girl finally let go of the troublemaker and stood up. The lad on all fours coughed and swayed, disoriented. To quicken the cheeky man’s departure, Theo shot once more on the light wood. Victor startled in fear and jumped on his unsteady feet, running for the backdoor leading outside.

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~ Sunday, November 1st, 2020 — 5:15 AM ~

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This was not happening! It could not! Victor shook his head as he ran the last series of events in his mind, trying to figure out what went wrong. He couldn’t have been outsmarted by those nerds! He had planned to get back inside and console the two devastated loons after telling them Sebastian died to these freaking abominations — but no! Those two nitwits somehow saw through his act. If things had worked out his way, he would have tricked and killed that annoying egghead first. That would have given him enough time to score the heartbroken gal.

Getting laid would have been the greatest reward a selfless hero like him could ever ask for. Not only was he cock-blocked by their pesky reckoning. And since when were chicks good at fighting anyway? Nature intended to make them weak and usable by alpha males! Victor could picture his fantasy going further as he ran on the chilly ground. He thought about plowing the virgin-like hole of this goddamn slut. That little dweeb of a nerd couldn’t have properly fucked or satisfied a girl whatsoever.

Victor came to a slow stop, panting and sweaty despite the cold. He was already getting hard from his morbid vision, imagining how he would have unselfishly killed that pathetic piece. He would have told her it was for the best to die before spreading the fag disease across the country. She was fat anyway, so that wouldn’t have been such a big loss. He would have made sure that she parts like a hero, only to never talk or think about her again.

After having sorrowfully given his dear human pals a way of salvation, he would have trapped all of these demonic horrors in the house. Then, he would have burned the place to the ground, making certain to send each of these monsters back in Hell — leaving them ablaze in the purifying flames of eternal excruciation.

This was how it should have ended.

The delusional superhero burst in delirious laughter. If they wanted to play with fire, he would give them fire. There had to be gas in that stupid shed — he just had to get the container and put his plan into gear. As he jogged for the faraway cabin, he remembered how Braxton had left with Dimi’s shotgun earlier and never came back with it. A new series of schemes built up on his mind — he could retrieve the weapon Braxton had probably dropped somewhere around when he went to check on the slutty Latino. Victor shook his head when thinking back about the footballer. If only his pal had listened to him, he would be one of them still — one of the survivors. The superhero felt hesitant whether or not he’d have killed him in the end. He’d have likely executed him last — or first, to not get too much attached on his faithful heroic journey.

Just as he arrived by the shed, the Captain America grimaced as he accidentally stepped into a puddle of cold viscous liquid. He jerked his foot his utter disdain, shaking his head. He looked around for the fucking gun, the dying torch serving little use as the sky was slightly paler. With no firearm in sight, Victor growled in irritation. Perhaps it would be inside the cabin. He went in, using his light to see. Just like any other place he’s been into that night, there was a lingering scent of semen and sweat in the small room. He stepped around with a quick pace, searching for the combustible. There it was — the gas container was in the left corner, next to a stack of shelves. Just as he grabbed it, he rushed for the exit when a pair of glowing red eyes stopped him sharply. The sudden arrest made him tumble on his ass from the slick floor.

“Are you looking for this?” The monster asked maliciously, throwing at him the unusable shotgun — bent in two.

“Go away, or I’ll burn this place down!” He threatened, showing the gas can and the torch for evidence.

“Are you really that dumb, bro? You’re gonna burn down too.”

“If that prevents me from going to Hell, I’ll do it!”

“Going to Hell?” The beast raised an eyebrow, amused. “Haven’t you figured it out, yet?”

Victor quivered in fear as he realized the demon had been crouching to peer at him into the shed. The thing stretched on its legs, its massive erection almost level with the door’s top when standing up. That behemoth was not like the other tall ones — it was a literal giant! The shack suddenly shook unsteadily, dust raining from the ceiling. Tapping sounds drummed on the roof as this oversized monster bellowed.

“You look like a toy in a dollhouse, bro!”

The structure began oscillating as the pervert started thrusting. The rubbing of its drooling penis against the doorframe’s top made it spew more seminal fluids across the small room, some even hitting the hysteric inside. If there was no way for him to exit under the gushing fountain, Victor put his last resort on the window. Just as he smashed the glass with the broken gun’s stock, he yelled and fell back down, one of the monsters waiting for him there.

“Don’t think I’m about to let you go for having shot us earlier.” The wolflike horned head of the demon grinned, showing all of his drool-slick fangs.

“Lemme have a peek, bro!” Another voice exclaimed with a chuckle.

“How about we open it up?” The thrusting monster at the door suggested.

“My parents would kill me, but I don’t care anymore!” Dimitri smirked, looking at the fumbling superhero through the window.

“Yeah! Let’s do it, bro!” The third voice cheered on, which Victor associated to Asher.

The cabin groaned some more, shaking and cracking, furniture and objects falling on the ground around the screaming jock. The wood splintered as the three gigantic monsters ripped the roof apart, unveiling the cowering prick to the world. All three pairs of red eyes, on the inhuman faces glanced mischievously at the squirming superhero. While Victor had believed them to be about 20 feet tall at first, he realized they were not that big in comparison to the shed. Perhaps ten feet of height at most for the huger of the three — whose dong still spewed precum through the broken entrance. He tried to open the gas can, but his sweat and semen slicked hands couldn’t turn the tight cork. Having the longest reach, the one at the door went for the red can and pulled it from the protesting superhero.

Victor watched with despair his last hope flutter away. He was done for — and he couldn’t even take his own life but surrender to these demonic creatures.

“What should we do to him?” Dimitri asked to the other two males.

“I say we fuck him all at once!” Asher barked with excitement.

“I know exactly what he needs guys.” The third monster grinned, stepping toward him and breaking down the entire wall.

“GO AWAY, YOU SATANIC DEMONS!” Victor screamed with high pitch.

“Aww, don’t take it like that, bro!” It mocked as it wrapped its ginormous bear paws around him.

“NOOOOO!” He yelled hopelessly.

Time came to a stop as heat engulfed him. Victor tried to shout and free himself, but he was enveloped into a pair of massive furry arms, pressed against the beast’s rotund ball gut. His last masculine rampart broke down as he felt tears run on his cheeks.

The sensation propelled him back to his younger memories. The tenderness and warmth reminded him of his mother’s embrace. Just like that, Victor felt as the helpless child who’s had a hard time with bullies in the streets and needed the comfort of his parents. Dams broke and Victor bawled like a baby.

“There, there.” The beast murmured to him, rubbing his back affectionately. “Everything will be alright. You are just tired, little man. Let us take care of you.”

“I don’t… I can’t… I don’t want to be gay…” He wailed without restraint.

“It’s gonna be alright, Vic. It’s me, your buddy Brax. I promise we’ll take care of you.”

“No! Lemme go… I can’t anymore…”

“Let it out.” Braxton pulled wrapped the back of his head into his mitt, holding him close to his chest, the slow pounding of the giant’s heart vibrating through him. “I know you, Vic. You’ve had that rage in you for long. Let it go. Free yourself from its grip.”

“I… I want you to let me go…” He whined, his fingers sinking into the thick body hair, clutching it, seeking the warmth of the footballer.

“You’ve been crying for attention for years. You wanted to stand out and have recognition from your dad but never did. You told me your dad didn’t want kids — that you were the accident that ruined his life.”

Victor sniffled, slumping his face into the furry chest as if it were a comforting plush or animal. His father was a Casanova, sleeping with women after women. He was a loud and obnoxious individual. When his mother became pregnant, the soon-to-be dad did everything to deny him as his son. Jack Fortune was a man of dreams, one who fantasized about travelling and ladies. He didn’t want to set foot anywhere, exploring the wilds and making love to all the chicks who would fall under his charm. Jack was not a handsome boy, but he knew how to flirt — Victor’s pretty face was actually inherited from his mom.

“Your dad is a selfish asshole, but you don’t have to be like him.” Braxton told him, hugging him tighter.

All through his existence, Victor felt as if he didn’t belong to the world — he should have never been born if his mother had been aborted. He searched endlessly for a meaning in his life, for any sign of recognition from the society. And yet, he still wanted deep down to prove his worth to his narcissistic father. He longed to show the paternal how he could be a leader, a hero that would lead the others. Without much of a proper fatherly figure, he just kept looking more and more like the man who despised him since the day his mother presented him the pregnancy test. Victor probably had countless siblings across the country that he didn’t know — and might never know about.

“Throw it out. Evacuate all that violence from you and fill yourself with love, Vic.”

Victor’s vitreous eyes snapped opened as he felt warm liquids gush onto his back and head. He cried harder, helpless as he tried pulling free from his hunting buddy’s arms.

“It’s alright, Vic. I’m here with you.”

The superhero whined as more viscous fluids hit him from around. It was firing everywhere, covering not only himself, but Braxton as well. It soaked into his angelic blond hair, rivulets snaking down his mortified and reluctant face. Some even got caught into his mouth, the repulsive taste of it making him shake his head powerlessly as the shower of spunk did not abate.

He wanted to say something — anything. And yet, no words would come out. He tried keeping his lips and eyes shut, bracing himself for the warm deluge. But the more he was resisting, the more he let go. Soon, he was nuzzling on the musky and sticky chest hair of his gigantic pal, unconsciously licking at the foul semen.

The heat that Braxton shared with him was growing hotter — that was until Victor realized he produced his own excess warmth. He couldn’t tell if he were sweating or not with the amount of bodily fluids he was covered in. The cum shower from the two other monsters had stopped, but they were still stroking their undying cocks.

The costume started to pinch, as if so much liquid had made the materials smaller. The superhero gasped as his skeleton cracked and popped on its own, slowly changing in response to the fatal sperm. His burning body was growing restless, claustrophobic. Braxton must have realized his predicament since he used his frightening claws to tear apart the soggy clothes.

Everything seemed to lull around the moonstruck man. Movements appeared to accelerate while his perception of the surroundings hampered from the conflicted emotions afflicting his brain. One moment he was clothed in the arms of his best friend; in the next, he was sitting in his birth suit in the middle of the ruined shed. Suddenly, there were not only three monsters masturbating around him, but six of them. He couldn’t pinpoint who were the added ones to the jerk circle, too lost in the daze.

“You are gay, Victor.” Braxton spoke, the only noise he could make out through the fuzzy scene before him.

“I’m… not… I…”

“You are gay.” The voice repeated, echoing with various intonations.

“I’m… please… no…”

“You are GAY.” A raucous chorus reverberated.

“I’m… I’m…”

“GAY.”

“I’m… gay…”

“Say it again.”

“I’m… gay.”

“AGAIN.”

“I’m… gay!” Victor vociferated, a red aura clouding his vision, details showing through even in the dark. “I’M GAY!”

A loud splat of cum hit his back, raining down on him as one of the masturbators came. Victor growled as he jacked himself off, just acknowledging how painfully hard he was. How good it felt to say this aloud. His body felt out of place, disproportionate — and still reconfiguring. He brought his second hand to wank the achingly growing erection between his overblown legs.

Another one of the jerking beasts spewed his load, hitting him how the nose. The encircled lad licked his wet skin with a longer tongue, noticing the thick stubble that covered his cheeks for the first time in his life — he’s never been keen to have much facial hair anyhow. As his tongue explored his matured face, it also brushed the large fangs protruding from his broader jaw.

A third member came, striking his right shoulder and arm. The masturbation frenzy quickened. With each pump on the massive monster jutting from his crotch, Victor’s already juiced arms inflated beyond measure as if he had injected them with the most powerful steroid in the world. They were already twenty inches around earlier, but they were inching closer and closer to thirty mighty inches… even surpassing it.

A forceful load hit his back in quick successive splats. The enormous frame of the bodybuilder stretched larger and larger, the lats unfolding like a giant book covered in hair. Moreover, the spine of the transforming young man extended longer, pushing the previously average height guy way past six feet tall in no time. The sperm ran down his lengthening back and reached his buttock and legs, making sure no part of his hypermasculine body would be coated in spunk.

The fifth ejaculation made contact with his thunder thighs. The lower limbs thickened with renewed vigour, the quadricep pillars swelling to the size of literal tree trunks. Calves, not left undone, pulsated and surged with muscle power as well, lengthening to match with the stretched thighs and torso the changing beast was growing. Even the clawed feet grew in dimension, intent on augmenting the width rather than length to support the broad fireplug frame he was establishing.

Last but not least, Braxton stepped closer and showered him, his best friend, with his much awaited seed. Victor opened his mouth wide, his tongue lulling out and lapping on the many jets of manly sperm the footballer aimed at the cumpig. Male essence dripped down his bearded chin onto the pectoral shelve Victor was growing. He kept gulping at the shooting fountain, even as his hard racked abs started to distend from the sheer amount Braxton fed him.

Unable to take anymore, the newly transformed lad exploded with his own climax, blasting high up in the air as he let himself fall on his back. Victor lied in the sperm puddle as he fired for the sky with his personal cannon. Basking in the afterglow, the changed jock belched, massaging his tortoise shell-like bloated abs. Never in his life had he felt so desired and loved and warm, feeling like a star at the centre of the gangbang.

“Avenge the gays.” The cumpig Victor chanted with glee. “Convert the homophobes — until there are none.”

Synopsis: Ten young, homophobic adults gather for Halloween. Five of them are missing. Five of them remain. No bad deeds go without sentence.

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~ Sunday, November 1st, 2020 — 3:00 AM ~

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“How can you be sure Braxton even turned on us?” Dimitri asked, bewildered by Theo’s declaration.

The wizard shrugged, having discarded his hat for a while now.

“A feeling, I guess. He pointed his gun at me to leave them. I don’t need to be Einstein to know what he had in mind.”

“And you sure that was Mathilda?” Jenny inquired. “Like… did it have her tiara or something?”

“The thing had Seb’s clothes on. And it was definitely Latino. With long black hair.”

Out of frustration, Sebastian grabbed his glass and threw it across the room, shattering it against the wall. Dimitri jumped onto his feet.

“Dude! Don’t break our stuff! My mom’s gonna kill me!”

“Oh! Come on, Dimi — they’re gonna kill you anyway with the state your place is in! And, that is, if we make it to 6 AM!”

“What time is it, by the way?” Jenny intervened, hoping to ease the fighting cocks.

“Hell if I know!” Sebastian barked in irritation. “I always use my phone for time!”

“Wasn’t there a clock in the dining room?” Theodore pondered aloud. “I think I saw one earlier.”

“Go check yourself if you are so desperate to know the time.”

“You guys are getting really annoying.” The girl rolled her eyes.

“Look, Jen. If you can’t stand us, you can go in my mom’s study.” The host jerked theatrically at the door at the end of the room.

“Just don’t mind the smell. We smoked some weed with Wes there, earlier.” Sebastian added.

“Really, guys?!” Dimitri glared at the lanky once lumberjack. “You guys smoked shit in my mom’s study?!”

“It was Wes’s idea.” Sebastian shrugged sluggishly.

“Alright, guys! That’s enough!” Jennifer stood up. “Let’s just stop bickering at each other and let’s stick together until sunrise instead, okay? For our sanity’s sake!”

The two quarrelling men pouted and muttered “fine” at the dominant girl.

“Good.” She nodded with a frown worthy of an old harridan. “What if we let our differences aside for a while and look out for Larry and Victor before we lose another of us, huh?”

“Fine…” The big brother sighed, pulling himself out of the sofa, but losing balance and falling back down.

The display elicited a chuckle from the guests, to which the host proudly showed his middle fingers.

“Gimme a hand instead of laughing your asses off, fuckers!” He groaned with indignity.

Sebastian, even if intoxicated as well, offered Dimitri his hand and helped him on his feet. The two men had their balance shaky, but they wrapped into a bro hug, masculinely patting each other’s back before parting ways.

“You guys are so gay.” Theo mocked.

“Drop it, dude. Tonight’s been rough enough already.” Sebastian sniffled.

“He’s not wrong, hun.” Jennifer seconded.

“Should we split to look for Larry and Victor?” Dimitri offered.

“I think we should not split.” The girl suggested. “If there is one imposter among us, I believe we should never, from now on, split in groups of two.”

“Why’s that?” Dimitri questioned.

“Think a little bit.” She explained. “If one of us gets paired with the imposter, who knows if the imposter will use it to his advantage and turn the other against us?”

The three guys looked at each other, frowning in suspicion. Until they reunited with Larry and Victor, they could not separate unless compromising of becoming the prey to the faker. The menace was real and they couldn’t risk it — not after losing some of their precious friends.

“Let’s stick together, then.” The host vocalized, to which the others agreed.

The quartet left the parlour. Back into the depraved living room, the young adults lent their ears for any threatening sound. There seemed to be a faint humming, smothered in the depth of the darkness, which they couldn’t grasp the provenance. Dimitri and Theo, torch in hands, scanned the area in rapid succession — but there was no one. The fireplace still burned, the dim light reflecting on the semen puddles by the couch where Wes had lounged earlier. Jennifer walked forward, holding her lantern high, leading the group.

“Larry?” She called. “Victor?”

Then, the smothered sounds stopped altogether with a frightening inhuman shriek. Another beastly roar resonated through the mansion as something heavy thudded on the ground. The terrified party stepped back, moving their lights in search of the horrific scream’s origin.

“The dining room!” Dimitri exclaimed, taking the lead.

Sebastian followed suit, but the cowboy soon quit running after crossing the hall. Past the table, in the kitchen’s doorway, he saw a towering demon helping a new monster up on its feet. This one, lathered in thick seminal fluids, glanced down at the host with a sinister grin that almost made him piss himself.

“Sup, big bro.” It jeered, baring its fangs.

“Lar… Larry?!” Dimitri gasped, dropping his flashlight on the floor. “No… NOOO!”

To the elder’s hysterical yells, the new monster burst into a crazed laugh. Sebastian grabbed the torch on the ground and pulled the stupefied man out of there. Jennifer and Theodore helped him out, only for the quartet to see the beasts break through the window of the dining room and head out in the dark of the night.

Time slowed down for the host. Noises around him seem to blur, just as images did. While Dimitri took in the traumatic experience, the other two guys moved the table to hopefully block the new opening. He did not even process when he fell on a chair Jennifer had brought behind him. The girl had started to rub his shoulders in an attempt to soothe him, but Dimitri was too far away to simply realize it.

The voices of his three friends muddled into the spinning void that assailed the bigger brother. This was all his fault. If he hadn’t jabbed spitefully at Larry, the younger sibling would probably still be one of them by now.

“This is so fucked up!” Theo chimed in disbelief at the other two. “If only our phones could just work, we could call for help!”

“There might… be a way.” Dimitri spoke, slowly waking up from his torpor.

“What did you say, Dimi?” Jennifer asked him.

“My… my parents still have a landline that doesn’t rely on current to work.”

“Why didn’t you tell us sooner?” She scowled at him.

“I just remembered about it.”

“Fine, where is it, then?”

“In the basement.” He dreaded.

Loud bangs successively hit the front door, seizing the quartet by surprise. Since nobody moved toward the hall at first, Jennifer decided to investigate the sudden commotion. A few steps in the direction of the entrance was all it took before she discerned the pleas of someone begging to open the door.

“That’s Victor!” She exclaimed in relief, glad to finally hear something from the long disappeared man.

“Don’t!” The voice of the host commanded.

Dimitri jumped on his feet. Despite the sense of vertigo that overtook him, he managed to stand right as he went after the girl in the foyer.

“That fucker wasn’t here! That can only mean one thing! Victor set us up! He’s… he’s the fucking imp—…!”

“Fuck off, dude!” Victor yelled on the other side of the door. “I’m no imposter! C’mon! Hurry up and open this damn fucking door!”

Dimitri, clouded with rage, groaned powerlessly. Jennifer glanced at her boyfriend who shrugged.

“Don’t let him in!” Sebastian seconded the host. “He used me as bait for Wes!”

“What?” Theo frowned.

“Victor knocked me out and stole my shits!” The lumberjack added with resentment. “Then he left me as a snack for Wes while he ran away!”

“Look, I’m sorry!” The jock begged. “You would have done the same in my place!”

“What should we do?” The fairy asked.

“Hurry! They’re coming for me!”

“Jen! Don’t!” Seb exclaimed as he saw the girl give in.

Jennifer unlocked the large sturdy door and let the muscular meathead inside before shutting it back instantly. She put her ear on by the opening to try picking on a sound, but there was nothing to hear… until a hard pounding against it occurred. She screamed and backed away in terror. A detonation resounded next to her. Head turned to the superhero, having just shot through the tall yet narrow window by the door. It broke the glass but it also hit the creature whom retreated.

“Hey!” Dimitri interjected with angst. “Where did you find this?! That’s my dad’s gun!”

“Your dad is just super predictable then, Dimi.” He retorted, charging the weapon once more.

“My dad doesn’t let anyone touch his stuff! Give it back to me!”

“Hey! If no one’s got balls to be a real hero tonight, it’s best that I keep it!” The jock snapped with his head high, condescending.

“Drop the superhero act, Vic! We don’t need that shit tonight! We just need to stick together and wait till morning!”

Jennifer screamed in fear as the Captain America aimed the shotgun at their host. Dimitri raised his hands in the air by automatism, then watched in bewilderment as Victor directed the firearm at each of them in superciliousness. A smug grin crossed the cocky blond’s face.

“I’m not playing games anymore. If you are going against me, I won’t hesitate to take you down. I don’t mind having one less monster after me tonight.”

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~ Sunday, November 1st, 2020 — 3:15 AM ~

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Back into the tea room, the four defenceless adults sat on both couches while the authoritarian superhero took place on the sofa at the end of the table. While he had dropped the gun’s focal point to the ground, he could still feel the frightful aura reigning over the remaining party members. None of them were hunter like him — or Braxton. It was his time to shine and lead them, to show them he was the hero they needed.

“There’s no need for threatening us with a gun, Victor!” Theodore told him.

“Right — cause each of you have been trustworthy tonight!” The weapon wielder snarked with an exaggerated laugh.

“Just… calm down, please.” Sebastian requested.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re the fucking traitor!”

“What the fuck, man?!”

“Don’t play dumb with me, man! You’re the one who trapped me in the attic with this queer monster, didn’t you?”

“You knocked me down and left me for dead, dude!”

“Cause you stopped me when I was about to kill that fucker!”

“Did you not figure it out yet, meathead? We can’t kill them! They just… become more like monsters!”

“You only prove my point!” He retorted. “How would you know about any of that?! And why did that fucker went for me instead of beating the hell out of you?!”

“Stop yelling at each other!” Theodore intervened. “We have to find a way to make it out of here alive! Dimi, you mentioned you had a landline in the basement, right?”

“What?! You just tell us now that there’s a line in the basement, Dimi?!” The gun wielder bewildered. “Man… now you’re making me second-guess if you’re not the actual imposter… or maybe you two are working together against me?”

“Put that gun down, Victor!” Jennifer commanded, shaking.

The neurotic superhero glanced at her with a dazed look. A coy smirk stretched on his face and he aimed the floor once more. The defenceless quartet exhaled in relief.

“Fine. Just cause you’re a cute lil babe.” The womanizer taunted with a provocative leer.

An awkward silence followed. The girl didn’t let go of her severe demeanour, although Victor could sense how the poor chick must be terrified inside. She was a strong one, but he knew she would crumble if he persevered — and this position of power aroused him. It reminded him when he was the students’ representative in High School. He was a leader. He was meant to steer the others on the righteous path. Thus, people should respect him for his thoughtful guidance. The imagery dissolved as the overworked builder started to feel a pulling sensation in his loins. He leaned down on his widely spread thighs.

“Here’s what we’re gonna do. Dimitri will lead us downstairs and he’ll call his dad. Chief Wright will send us cops and we’ll put these abominations down.”

“Going to the basement sounds too dangerous right now.” Theodore frowned. “There has to be another way.”

“Perhaps we could create a diversion?” His girlfriend suggested.

“I don’t want to run around another time.” Sebastian pouted, sinking into the couch. “But if one of us has to sacrifice himself…. I’ll do it.”

“Stop fooling around, Seb. That’s not a game!” His best friend punched him.

“It sure feels like one to the fucker who set this up.” He added, his tone dark. “Heck, if that’s a punishment for faking a date with a guy, I would have never done it! That’s not worth it at all!”

“I’ll go alone.”

Heads turned toward the host, who sniffled and wiped his nose with his bare arm. Dimitri readjusted his posture on the couch so that he didn’t sit amorphously anymore. Victor glared at him, as he watched the cowboy try acting brave and shit in front of them. They didn’t need that kind of wannabe — if something were to happen, Victor HIMSELF would be the hero.

“You can’t possibly think you can go by yourself!” The Captain America ridiculed him.

“Asher is my best friend! I know he would never hurt me!”

“That’s not Asher!” The superhero snarled. “He won’t hesitate to rip your guts apart and fuck them with his freaky fagstick!”

“Believe me.” Dimitri shook his head. “I… I feel like he’s still in there, somehow.”

“You think you can get around that thing? You can’t even get over losing your little fag of a brother!”

“My brother ain’t a fag!” The cowboy burst, standing up, clouded by emotions.

“He’s definitely one now.”

“Guys, can we stop bickering at each other?” The girl pleaded with earnest demeanour.

“Jenny’s right.” Theo nodded. “But you can’t go down without any way to let us know if you need help.”

“What do you suggest, Einstein?” The host asked him.

“The walkie-talkies!” The couple answered in unison, looking at each other.

“Wait, didn’t we let them in the shed… with… you know?” Sebastian inquired with a low voice.

“No, I put them in my purse back there.” Jennifer explained. “They’re… upstairs in the guest room.”

Victor looked at the quartet before him as they kept blabbering and making up some dumb plan. And walkie-talkies, really? If they were actually going to follow this sick game, even if that’s just to rule Dimitri out of the way, then he’d play. As the host and biggest guy in terms of strength and build, the cowboy was the only one that Victor could truly see as a potential threat tonight. Losing Dimitri would only give him freewill around the house — no matter if that meant to burn it to the ground with the monsters in.

“Go get the talkies, Jen.” Victor grinned. “We’ve got a spy going on a mission.”

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~ Sunday, November 1st, 2020 — 3:30 AM ~

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Each step down the abyssal stairs felt like a fall into hell. Dimitri swallowed his pasty saliva, following the light from his torch toward destination. His grasp onto the flashlight squeezed as he apprehended what lurked into the darkness of the basement. With a deep inspiration and reminding himself that he had the walkie-talkie latched on his belt, he went for the knob and proceeded into the shadows.

Asher was nowhere to be seen. No sounds — only the incessant pounding of his heart echoing in his eardrums. His shallow breaths addled to the fearful symphony. The fright seized him at the throat, as if it were taunting him, invisible in the obscurity. The fatigue was weighing him down, the alertness of his senses slower. As if it were mocking him, the blackout only prevented him from pouring himself a mug of much needed hot coffee.

“Dimitri, can you hear me?”

The man jumped a foot in the air, almost knocking his head against the ceiling from doing so. He aimed his flashlight in every direction for the source of the voice until he realized it was someone speaking over the radio. Pumped with adrenaline, the cowboy gritted his teeth in annoyance. He grabbed the telecom and prepared to say a word when the basement door snapped shut behind him — he was locked in the subfloor once again.

“Damn it!” He cussed in a whisper before approaching the microphone to his mouth. “The door closed behind me.”

“Just do what you’re supposed to do.” Victor’s voiced sizzled through parasite noises. “Keep us informed.”

“Roger.” Dimitri concluded before discarding the walkie-talkie to his waist.

The host took a deep breath. He entered the ruined bar once more. The wind seemed to have picked on outside. The curtains by the broken window blew with the flurry, the room’s temperature dropped considerably since the last time he’s been here. The floor was still littered with glass shards and various liquids, but there was no trace of the red-haired brute. The clinking noise of his footsteps on the pieces reminded him of his long gone brother. The thought of how he reprimanded him earlier and how he mocked him from being scared only sank the pang of guilt further down his guts. The man shook the memory away, focussing on the present task — reaching the landline.

Dimitri pushed the ajar door opened, the frame split at the knob from the earlier chase. The reunion chamber was as dark as the theatre, with no windows or incoming light source but the cowboy’s torch. The lad aimed the beam for the further corner of the room. There it was, on top of a filing cabinet. With a brief look around, the anxious man bit his tongue and went for the goal. Against all odds, his flashlight surrendered on him right then.

“Ah! You’ve gotta be kidding me!” Dimitri gasped, pulling the walkie-talkie before tripping over a moved out chair. “Fuck!”

“Dimi! Is everything alright? What’s happening?” Jenny’s voice resounded through the speaker.

“My light’s dead!” He grumbled.

The nervousness was rising up once again. He knew his basement enough to maneuver around in normal times — which meant without the place wrecked and the risk of getting chased by fucking demons.

“Dimi, do you want me to come down?” Sebastian spoke through the telecom.

A sudden dazzle hit Dimitri out of nowhere. The lad jerked up on his legs and brought his arms to his face to block the blazing light. Just as the silhouette slowly shaped itself by the archives’ doorframe, the cowboy’s heart almost leaped out from his chest. That was one of those monsters.

“Sup, bro?” It boomed, its fangs faintly glowing under the red eyes in the dark.

Dimitri backed off against the wall, sweating in fear at the towering build of his once-best friend. He had a chance to run back. Just as he attempted to dash into the bar again, he stopped in his tracks as he noticed another beast block his way out. The monster was jerking off openly, the preseminal fluids oozing gleamed in the moonlight.

“What’s the matter, big bro?” It grinned, stepping closer.

“Lar— Larry?!” The cowboy mumbled, light-headed from seeing the gigantic creature that his younger sibling had become.

“Leave him to me, Lar.” Asher smirked menacingly.

“I will. I think you have some catching up to do.” The junior said, slamming the door shut, trapping Dimitri inside the reunion room with Asher.

The man turned to the red-haired beast, who did not move from his initial position. The door that Larry had just closed had its frame broken — perhaps Dimitri could escape. But upon trying to force it, he realized his brother must have put something to prevent it from opening. Still, it shook a little in a repetitive motion… that only suggested one thing.

“I’ll give you the time you need, guys!” Larry mocked with a demonic laugh. “Don’t mind me!”

The sight of his brother masturbating had been repellent enough, but the idea of him listening to him jerking off against the frame made it just as worse. The constant banging of the door kept reminding Dimitri of Larry’s lewd strokes. 

“Dimitri! Can you hear us? What’s going on?” The voice on the walkie-talkie worried.

“Tell them, Dimi.” Asher said tenderly.

The cowboy looked at the bear-like demon blocking his now sole way out. Just as the other beasts, it was slowly rubbing an oversized fat dong, which drooled consistently before itself. The sight was erratically bilious, even more so by the musk lingering around the monster. It was almost enough to make the man puke, but he managed to keep himself together as he brought the radio to his mouth.

“I… I fell down. I’m fine now. My light’s back. Roger.”

Dimitri didn’t know why he lied — the words just flowed out from him. Asher actually looked as surprised as he was.

“You didn’t tell them?”

“What good would it even do?” Dimitri shivered, tensed. “Vic would just try shooting you down until you don’t move anymore.”

“He has not figured it out already, didn’t he?” Asher grinned. “The more you try to kill us, the more we change. We feed on your homophobia, which fuels us into monsters.”

“You— you’re immortal?”

“Maybe? At least until the game ends. Who knows how it will end!”

“Asher… please, you’ve got to believe me. I didn’t mean to be an asshole to you or my brother or anyone!”

“Are you sure or are you just saying that cause you’re scared to become one of us?”

“Ash… there has to be a way to make things up without losing ourselves to… to this gay nonsense! You like girls as much as I do, bro! Remember when you told me how much you love pussy before everyone got here?”

“That was before, Dimi. There’s no going back now. And I meant it, earlier. If I’m bound to be gay for the rest of my days, I’d rather be gay with you, bro.”

“Just listen to yourself! You sound like a sexual maniac! Were you the imposter all along, Ash? I… I can’t say it would not make me angry, but… but I thought we’d always have each other’s backs no matter what!”

“Not sure I’d show my back to any guy, but I’d do it for you if that’s what it takes.” Asher taunted, turning sideways and flaunting his ass provocatively.

The beast burst with laughter when a new message came from the walkie-talkie.

“Did you find the phone yet, Dimi?” Theodore resounded from the device.

Dimitri felt his face flush red. Asher’s smile faltered a bit.

“A landline?” He asked with his deep voice with an obvious hint of disappointment.

“My parents kept one in this room when they have meetings or emergencies.”

“That’s clever.”

The cowboy eyed between the beast and the phone in the corner. The red-hair must have noticed his behaviour since it started chuckling.

“Don’t you feel a bit guilty for what you’ve done?” Asher asked him.

“Are you really asking me this, now?”

“You knew I felt bad for Ken. Even before this whole game played out.” The bear smirked. “You, on the other hand, never admitted if you regretted bullying those guys in school.”

“Of course I felt bad, bro!” He blurted out, to Asher’s dismal.

“No, you don’t.”

“Fuck off, Ash! You don’t know me!”

“Yes, I do know you!” The beast growled at its friend’s outburst. “You’ve told me how much pleasure you took at showing how much better you were! I know it, because I was there — with you, Dimi!”

“Then why do you ask me that question if you already know the answer?”

“Cause you can’t even tell ME the truth!”

“Then yes! YES! I liked showing those fags how much better I was than them! Are you fuckin’ happy now, Ash?!”

A silence took place between the two arguing individuals, only filled with the jerking creature on the other side of the blocked door. Dimitri grimaced in the direction, then looked back at Asher. The host’s friends called him onto the radio once again, asking him about the telephone.

“Yes, I found it. I…” He started, glancing at the red-eyed beast across the table. “I’ll talk to you soon. Asher is close. Rogers.”

The statement amused the bellied monster.

“Close as in proximity or as in I’m about to cum?” Asher chuckled, giving a few thrusts forward to accentuate the joke.

“Cut that out, Ash!” Dimitri yelled.

“I’ve always felt at ease joking and telling you about my sex life with chicks, bro. Remember when we used to compete who scored the most in a week before the pandemic?”

“Yeah… but so what?”

“I meant it when I said you were the person I loved the most in the world, bro. I’ve always felt… good with you.”

Dimitri stiffened upon hearing the declaration once more. Asher opened his arms wide, just as he did in the bar earlier, welcoming him for a bro hug.

“Dude, I’m not falling for your games anymore.” The cowboy shook his head to deny the imagery, walking toward the phone. “If you really love me, like you say, just leave me and my friends alone.”

“Stop, Dimi.” Asher asserted, stepping in his direction. “Totally honest, bro. Just give me a bro hug. Nothing more, nothing less. Then, I’ll let you do your call. That, I can promise you, bro.”

Once again, the red-haired giant stretched his arms, ready to embrace the littler man. Dimitri’s knees almost failed upon staring into the hypnotic fiery eyes.

“No games, bro. Just you and me. Just like in the good old times.”

“You sound like a crappy romance book, Ash.” The cowboy bit his tongue as he saw the beast get closer to him.

Dimitri tried stepping back, unavoidably looking down at the monster cock… which seemed to have miraculously softened up a bit. Was Asher telling the truth? Asher walked forward again, but Dimitri didn’t move away this time. The giant approached until it reached its friend, then wrapped him into his arms. The cowboy tentatively reciprocated, sighing in relief as the warm embrace of his oldest pal engulfed him. It definitely felt odd to do so with someone so much taller and bulkier than he was used to, but the presence reminded him of Asher still.

“There, Dimi. Didn’t that feel good?” Asher patted his back with his bear-like mitt before parting ways.

“Felt weird, man.”

“Heh, heh. Well, a promise is a promise. Go on, bro. Make your call.”

Dimitri couldn’t believe his eyes. So… Asher was in there all along. He felt a twinge of loneliness when the behemoth stepped back and handed him the working flashlight. He didn’t know where Asher had found this one, but he was actually glad he did.

“I told you, bro. I’ll always have your back.” The red hair smirked with complicity.

“That sounds fucking gay, bro.”

“Got a problem with that, bro?”

“Shut up, bro.”

With the way opened, Dimitri headed to the filing cabinet and reached for the phone. Still slightly superstitious of Asher’s friendly behaviour, he turned around to keep an eye on him. The gigantic beast pulled a chair and sat down on it, making it groan audibly in complaints to its tremendous weight. The armrests were forced apart as much as they could to fit the massive ass. Dimitri would have laughed at the ridiculous display of his pal in normal times, but the earnestness of the events stopped him.

Grabbing on the telephone, Dimitri dialled for his father’s office — the number was written atop of a list on a notepad next to it. He believed it would be more effective to reach his patriarch than simply doing 9-1-1. It rang once. With each second he waited, Dimitri could feel his heartbeat increasing.

“I’m on the phone. I’m calling my dad directly. Roger.” He mentioned to his friends via the walkie-talkie.

The line rang for the third time. Dimitri feared his father would miss his call. He was growing sweaty from the stress when he heard someone catching up on the other side.

“Chief officer Wright — who’s this?” The gruff voice of the tired man answered.

“Dad? It’s me, Dimitri.”

“Dimi? What… why are you calling me at this hour of the night?”

“I… we’ve got a problem at home, dad.” Dimitri mumbled.

He was sweating more still, itchy even. He pulled on his shirt collar to let some steam out.

“What? What’s going on, Dimi? Did you or your brother get sick? You remember what I told you about the—…”

“We’re fine!” The son stopped him, growing short of breath, the heat killing him. “I mean, we’re not sick or anything. It’s just…”

“Are you drunk, Dimi?”

“What? No! I mean… I took some… but I’m not… drunk.” He mumbled, pulling harder on his collar, breaking the first button off his plaid shirt.

“Stop speaking like that Dimi. I’m not one of your friends. If you’re just trying to play a prank on me, it’s not gonna work.”

“No! Wait! Dad… it’s not… a joke!” Dimitri growled, just noticing now how his voice seemed dulled out and contorted, deepening.

“Then what is it, Dimi? I don’t have all night!”

The cowboy attempted answering yet no words came out. Slick with sweat, his moist hand dropped the phone as Dimitri fell to his knees. The heat was growing unbearable. Were his clothes tighter than before? His boots, which had been snug since the beginning of the party, were bursting around his uncontainable feet. Even his shirt had not been that constricting earlier.

“I’ve got work to do, Dimi.” His father declared. “Call me if you have an emergency.”

The line cut and Dimitri groaned uncomfortably as it seemed like the skin over his back would tear apart… and it felt like it did — a loud ripping sound filled the room. The fearful young man cried as he tried bearing through the unknown pain. He glanced to his side, in the direction of his best pal, masturbating on the burdened seat.

“You… you tricked me!” Dimitri blamed as his shirt split further down his spine.

“No, I didn’t.” Asher smiled smugly. “You cheated not only the game, but yourself.”

“Wha— what?!”

“Don’t you remember the rules? No cheating is allowed. That includes no contact with whoever outside the grounds.”

Dimitri’s eyes grew wide open at the realization. Did he… just lose? But he didn’t even have the chance to tell his dad anything!

“That’s… that’s not fair!” He cried as his back popped and stretched longer, untuckling the bottom of his shirt from his increasingly tighter jeans. “I didn’t know! You betrayed me!”

“I wasn’t sure it’d count as cheating, but it seems it did.”

“You should have told me!” Dimitri glared at him, his eyes turning red, his teeth sharpening.

“Would you have believed me if I did?”

“I don’t… I don’t know!” The cowboy snarled as he tried standing up, claws pushing out from his fingers.

Asher mimicked him by stretching up and walked to him. While Dimitri stood about two heads shorter than him at first, he seemed to have caught up to his chin now. The changing lad attempted to nudge the lumbering beast away, but his body ached and burned still, shaking his poor balance. The fighting put a smile on the taller behemoth’s face, his fang-filled maw curling into a naughty smirk.

Noises from the walkie-talkie alerted Dimitri — he had to inform the others before it’s too late. He went for the gadget attached to his belt when the leather snapped from the expansion of his physique. While not growing fatter, the cowboy’s whole torso was thickening up, muscles inflating over his already bodybuilder-like frame. Dimitri turned around to locate the missing radio, cussing under his ragged breath. Asher laughed at his disoriented and confused state, his best friend falling to his knees once more and he looked for the object in the dark.

“Asher! Please… help me! I’ve gotta tell the others!”

“Tell them what? To come downstairs and find us having sex?”

“We’re not having sex!” Dimitri growled as imagery of fucking with Asher started filling his mind. “No! We’re not! I’m straight! I like girls! I… I…!”

“We’re gay, bro.” Asher declared, falling to his knees behind him, stroking his inhumanly big hardon. “We’re gay for each other. As long as we keep having each other’s backs… we’ll be fine, bro.”

Dimitri trembled in horror as he felt his old jeans starting to give out around his swelling thighs.

“Going commando? Nice, bro.” Asher commented, moving closer and teasing the slowly ripping trousers with the tip of his moist erection.

“Don’t you dare—…”

SHRRRIIIP!

The red beast ripped apart what was left of the pants, revealing thick buns growing brown hair all over their ballooning form.

“Maybe I should think about joining you at the gym, Dimi! You’ve got some serious beef on your ass, bro!” He barked with appreciation.

The lad on all fours trashed away, trying to move as far from the horny monster as possible. He rolled to his flank, groaning in pain as he felt his ribcage expand at the same time, which forced him to lie turn on his back. More buttons popped off his checkered shirt, exposing more of his barrelling torso. His already mighty pecs pushed further, growing with each breath of the fighting young man. Dimitri gasped as Asher moved onto him, powerful mitts planted on either side of his swollen neck. The behemoth’s beergut pressed down on him, trapping him under his incredible bulk. The gleaming red eyes of the beast peered on Dimi’s own crimson irises, tears running on his cheeks as he kept denying the burgeoning desire within him — Asher himself.

“Stop fighting, Dimi.” Asher discouraged him. “It’s no use. I tried to fight and the end result stayed the same no matter what. Just embrace it, bro.”

“But… I’m not…”

“Do you love me, bro?”

“I… I do but… but…”

“But what?”

“But… not like this!” The bodybuilder cried.

More tears ran down his face as he shut his eyes.

“Look at me.” Asher told him.

He couldn’t bear staring into the devilish irises of his once-best friend. They emitted a sinful aura that dreaded him with unease. Each second he glanced into them, he felt himself falling more and more for the homosexual monster his pal had become.

“Look into my eyes, Dimitri.” He insisted.

“I can’t!”

“Why?”

Dimitri bellowed a complaint, his tone dropping in pitch as his Adam Apple bulged out. His neck was almost covered from the spreading of chest and facial hair.

“Be… because…”

“BecauseWHAT?” Asher humped him to emphasize the question, smearing precum all over his torso.

The lying lad’s eyes snapped opened at the gesture, unavoidably staring back into Asher’s, glowing with the same fire.

“Because I fucking LOVE you, Ash!” Dimitri exclaimed, his arms grasping onto the monster’s shoulders.

Without further talk, Asher leaned down onto his oldest friend and they kissed. The action reignited the cowboy’s transformation, which sped up frenziedly. Asher broke the kiss and stood on his knees, looking down at his changing buddy. He grabbed on the sides of the shirt and pulled them apart, blowing off the few remaining buttons. Dimitri arched his back in relief, squirming as the pain that once accompanied his metamorphosis grew blissful. Hurriedly, he reached for his increasingly constricted junk bulging at the front of his ruined pants. His hands shook so much he couldn’t grasp onto the button, so he resigned himself to rip the rest anyway.

As Dimitri worked on freeing his throbbing shaft, Asher stretched an arm and squeezed one of the thick male breasts that were slowly covered in dense chest hair. The muscles were still expanding, tearing and restructuring bigger every seconds, like Dimitri was going through workouts after workouts with instant regeneration. Asher grinned as he lightly scrapped the skin of his mate’s sternum — not enough to puncture it —, and watch the flesh harden up and reform with increased toughness.

Dimitri gasped and had his eyes rolling back, contorting himself as the playful friend brushed then pinched one of his erect nipples. Jolts of electricity traversed his frame which stretched longer and surged broader with muscles still. Jacking off with two hands, Dimitri was taken by surprise when Asher grabbed his growing mitts and pulled them above his head on the floor. The bulky beast leaned over the sculpted bodybuilder, both of their oversized dongs pulsing one against the other.

Like two pieces of a puzzle, Asher’s protruding gut pressed hard against Dimitri’s shredded abs while the Adonis’s massive pec shelve reached the bear’s chest atop the taut belly. The horny lads gyrated their hips, frotting their enormous boners in their lecherous frenzy. Dimitri kissed his lover who eventually let go of his arms — so they could hold onto each other’s bucking hips.

With every hump, the once cowboy could feel his dick pulsate and stretch, piling on fraction after fraction of an inch, attaining Asher’s footlong length, then surpassing it by a few. His balls stayed close to his member, yet swelled larger, outstripping the size of limes, lemons and even oranges. If the two horny lads had not been pounding at each other, they would have taken notice their furry middles were now soaked and sticky with precum.

With one loud cry, Dimitri came. The fluids tangling their belly hairs exploded in quantities from the unavoidable flood, dripping by their sides. Asher kissed his lover, roaring himself as he blew his load from acknowledging his buddy’s climax. The combined ejaculations soon created a mess befitting of a broken dam.

The two beasts stayed one on top of the other for a moment, taking their time to get over the intense orgasm they just underwent together. Dimitri tapped on his best friend’s back to let him know he needed some air. Once the bulky demon moved out of the way, their torsos still linked by several long strings of semen, Dimitri reached for the walkie-talkie under the reunion table — he could see in the dark as perfectly as during the day now.

“I’m there, guys.” He spoke, his voice considerably deeper than it had been a few minutes prior.

“Dimitri! What happened?!” Victor scowled. “Why did you take so long to answer?!”

“I cheated. I lost the game.” He added before he shucked off the device while looking down at his best friend, groping at himself again.

“What?! How?! Dimi?! Are you still there?!” Mixed voices from his guests called through the speakers.

“Avenge the gays.” Dimitri licked his lips, kneeling next to his lover and grabbing Asher’s already throbbing boner. “Convert the homophobes — until there are none.”

Synopsis: Ten young, homophobic adults gather for Halloween. Four of them are missing. Sometimes, the wrath of venomous words stings way harder than the sharpest weapon there is.

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~ Sunday, November 1st, 2020 — 1:45 AM ~

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Dimitri held his breath, hiding behind the counter of the bar. The initial plan of locking Asher in the basement had seemed like a good idea until he realized that the window had been broken, only adding to the multiple shards on the ground. The opening proved too small for a beast such as Asher to go through, but it still looked suspicious. It meant anybody flexible enough could have gotten into the room. Dimitri lent an ear as the sounds of footsteps thudded away.

“Dimi, bro! Where are you? Why are you hiding from me?” The voice taunted with a nagging tone.

As much as he wanted to deny this beast being his friend, he couldn’t help but know better — the similarities were still present. The hue of the red hair, the stance and playfulness, even the intonation screamed Asher despite the considerably augmented physique. 

“Why did you turn on me, bro?” Dimitri mumbled to himself without realizing.

The noise stopped and the young man acknowledged his mistake. He shifted around and tried to locate the fiend. Turning on his flashlight would give away his position, so he decided against it. The thumps grew closer. Dimitri gulped then held his breath. There was no doubt — Asher had entered the bar. The sound of glass cracking under the massive beast’s feet confirmed it.

The steps slowed to a stop. The only sound the hidden man could hear now was the slick rubs of the monster on its shaft, certainly jerking off. The scent of musky sex elevated into the room. It brought a grimace on the host’s face, the reeking smell clouding his head more and more. Unable to withstand the obviously masturbating giant, Dimitri started gagging. Suddenly, nails slowly tapped the top of the counter, each noise running a new shiver down his spine. He dreaded moving, but upon raising his gaze, the lad realized with horror the glowing pair of red eyes shining in the dark. 

“Hey there.” Asher grinned, fangs dimly discernible.

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~ Sunday, November 1st, 2020 — 1:45 AM ~

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The masturbating creature before Sebastian closed its eyes and basking in the pleasure, hitting its head on the wall, accelerating the pace.

“Fuck, it feels good, man.” Wes groaned, smirking at his childhood friend.

Like a hose, precum oozed out from the oversized meat. Most of it dripped on the tiled ceramic floor, but some spurted toward the lad on the other side of the island, coating the surface of the counter. Whiffs of musk filled Sebastian’s nostrils, the previously chilly guy feeling warmer by the second.

“Wes… please, listen to me, man…” Sebastian begged. “We have to work together on this. Who’s the imposter and what does he want?”

“Is there even an imposter among us?” Wes grinned and contorted slightly, a wave of satisfaction making him spurt a fat load of pre all over the fruit bowl. “Just… come and join us, man. Let’s make this worthwhile! Become one of us!”

Wesley stepped toward him, bending somewhat to not hit his head on the ceiling. Sebastian grabbed a knife from the butcher block, trying to threaten the giant who barked a laugh. He let go of his spewing erection and leaned on the island, his massive clawed hands grasping on the edge of the granite countertop. The devilish smirk never faltered — Wesley lowered himself until its outrageous dong laid on the surface, onto which he started thrusting. Pre-ejaculate fluids coated the stone, flooding it like a breaking dam in the wild.

“Holding a knife doesn’t suit you, man.” The beast teased, its two glowing eyes piercing through Sebastian.

The trapped lad looked around for an escape, but there were none — except from the increasingly temptable window.

“Are you going to run… or just accept your fate?” After having more than covered the counter with his spunk, Wes groaned, suppressing an incoming orgasm, edging as much as he could. The throbbing monster swelled further, overfilled with blood and lust.

“Come on, Seb. Just… one… little… liiiick!” Wesley growled in bliss as his cannon fired at his friend.

Barely, Sebastian dodged the missiles. Strong musky sperm coated the backsplash and kitchen surfaces with such power that pots and tools moved and fell. The splatter across the cabinets made the doors and drawers to ricochet, creaking almost. And it just kept coming. Using the ejaculation distraction to his advantage, Sebastian ran for the opening. He would have had the chance to stab him, but he thought dashing away would be his best tactic.

“Grrr… where… are… you… goooiiing?” The massive beast groaned during its ungodly orgasm.

Sebastian had no time to look back. He sprinted for the main room, but no one was there anymore.

“Where did everyone go?” He mumbled to himself, sweat beading on his forehead.

A loud crash and series of splintering noises alerted the lumberjack. A simple glance over his shoulder sufficed to see Wesley was already after him, his mighty weapon still dripping in the dimmed dining room.

“Here!” A voice echoed from upstairs.

Sebastian didn’t realize who called him but ran for it. He climbed the stairs, lantern in a hand and knife in the other. As he reached the mezzanine, Wesley barged back into the hall and, suddenly, a detonation came from the upper balcony. The lumberjack stumbled, his mind simple unable to assimilate everything going at once. From the second floor, Sebastian discerned the glint of metal reflecting light before seeing Victor. He held a shotgun and had just aimed at Wesley downstairs.

“No! Stop!” He pleaded before the superhero directed once more.

“Don’t interfere! Get to safety!” Victor commanded with authority. “If no one’s got balls to shoot them down properly, I’ll do it!”

Sebastian reached the balcony and looked down at the monster, on its knees, crawling for the steps. It laughed hysterically. The glowing red aura intensified around Wesley with each new hit. Feeding off on the hate and fear, the creature’s frame stretched with sick wet popping sounds, its musculature and shape dehumanizing further. Sebastian watched his friend put up with every aim, corrupting him more into some sort of demonic entity.

First bullet, Wesley’s firm build started to pump and swell. His thorax barrelled out imposingly, the long slender limbs following suit with thick meaty flesh. On his knees and hands, he clambered toward the stairs as his body transformed.

Second bullet, his threatening maw begun to jut out forward by an inch or two, almost mimicking a bear’s. The claws and fangs sharpened and grew more prominent, scrapping the light wood. His ragged breath was forceful, delirious even.

Third bullet, Wes cried… in bliss. The ever-leaking dong below him fattened even more, unleashing torrent after torrent of semen down the ruined stairs. His body augmented once again, making the previous lanky stoner more abominable still. Horn protruded from his skull as his shoulders widened and pressed against the bannister until it cracked and broke, falling onto the first floor.

Victor was about to aim at it another time when Sebastian leaped at him.

“Stop it! You’re turning him into a monster!”

“Those freaking fags are the bane of our society! We have to get rid of them!” The superhero asserted.

The argument between the two was ended shortly when Wesley finally reached the second floor. His maw had grown out further, akin to a ferocious muzzle, almost. Sebastian befitted of the jock’s brief shock to retrieve the shotgun and throw it downstairs.

“You’re a fuckin’ FOOL!” Victor beamed at Sebastian, punching him square on the face.

The lumberjack, stunned, fell down. The bodybuilder got onto his legs, grabbed the lantern and knife from him, and left him alone for the starving drooling beast crawling for them.

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~ Sunday, November 1st, 2020 — 2:00 AM ~

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Dimitri startled and hit a shelf, knocking glasses and liquors off to the floor in the process. He yelled as a sharp stinging pain burned his arm. The cowboy backed off until he smacked the sink by the counter. In front of him stood this demonic version of Asher, his hypnotic fiery eyes looking downwards on him like a predator who’s cornered its prey.

“Hey, you alright, bro?” Asher asked, smug. “Did you hurt yourself?”

“Why, Asher?” Dimitri blurted out. “Why?”

“It’s payback, Dimi. We gotta pay for our deeds.”

“I’m… I’m sorry, man!” He snapped. “I regret what I did to those guys in school, at the gym or anywhere! I will change! Please, believe me! Asher! Bro! I know you’re still in there! I care for you and you care for me! We’ve always had each other’s back!”

The beast in front of him stretched back and let go of its throbbing dong. Against anything Dimitri thought would happen, he grew surprised to see Asher open his arms wide, just as he did before when they got to give each other a bro hug. The cowboy’s stomach sank at the display, wondering if Asher was still in there indeed.

“Come on, bro.” Asher enticed with the same playful energy. “No tricks. Just don’t make it too gay for your likings.”

Everything seemed to slow down for a minute. Dimitri fell for his friend… almost. He shook his head to clear his mind. Forgetting about the pain in his arm, he jumped over the counter and ran from the bar. Asher dashed after him, but the cowboy didn’t buy it. He crossed the theatre by stepping between the seats, hoping it would prove harder to do for the behemoth.

“Where are you going?” Asher shouted after him. “Dimi!”

Passed the cinema, Dimitri entered their home gym. The weight racks and the bench looked off, as if someone had moved them around, but that was the least of his concerns in the moment. He reached for the exit to his right and sneaked into the atelier. Asher barged through both rooms to catch up with his friend, only to find him on the verge of taking the backdoor.

“Dimi!” The red-haired giant cried.

Dimitri stepped outside and shut the trapdoor behind him, pulling the blocking lever over to prevent the thing from rushing out. He had never understood why his father would not put a new door instead of this one — it dated from the times when the atelier didn’t connect with the rest of the basement. However, the young man was quite happy that it would, for a while, contain the monster in the workroom.

“Let me out, Dimi!” Asher pleaded. “I just want to talk to you!”

“I’m doing this for your good, Ash! Just… stay there until I find a way to cure you back!”

“You can’t, bro! You can’t ever go back! If I have to be gay for the rest of my days, I want to be gay with you, Dimi! There’s no man that I love more than you, bro!”

The cowboy’s heart ached at this declaration, so much that Dimitri felt sorry for him.

“I… I love you too, Ash, but not in a gay way, man! That’s too fucking weird, bro! Just… stay put, man! I’ll cure you from this fag shit! I promise!”

The complaints of the beast were thoroughly heard by the lad as he hurried away from the trapdoor, fearing it would break if he remained close for too long. Dimitri didn’t run far until he met up with Theodore, coming back from the shed with a livid face under the moonlight glow.

“Theo! What are you doing out here?”

The small wizard, short of breath, looked around with frenzy. Part of his anxiety dropped upon seeing the host.

“Dimi? Thank God, it’s you!” He sighed in relief. “I think I’m about to go mad!”

“What? What’s happening? Where’s the others?”

“Let’s… let’s just head back inside! We can’t stay here!”

The fear of an imminent threat was more than enough for Dimitri to lead the way in the mansion. They climbed the deck and entered the patio backdoor. With both of their flashlights on, they accessed a straight corridor that brought back to the hall. Theodore went for the second door to their right — the bathroom. Inside, they found Jennifer patching a bandage around the wounded brother’s foot.

“Thank God you’re safe, Jen!” His boyfriend reached for her and wrapped her into his arms. “Where’s Seb?”

“I… I thought you went to look for him!”

“What? Oh no! I completely forgot about him!”

“What were you doing then? Where’s Braxton?”

“I… I… Braxton is gone!”

“What?!” The other three in the room exclaimed in disbelief.

“Fuck! We’ve gotta look for Seb, guys! I’ll tell you later!” The nerd rushed them.

“I can barely walk, guys!” Larry gestured at his leg.

“You guys check for him.” Dimitri commanded. “I… I have to talk with my brother.”

The couple exchanged a glance. Jenny was the first one to speak.

“Of course, guys. Take the time you need. We’ll be right back. Come on, Theo!”

The lovebirds exited the room on a rapid footing, leaving the siblings alone with the door closed. An awkward silence filled the place for a moment until Dimitri inhaled deeply and headed for the sink. Putting the flashlight on the counter, he turned on the faucet and splashed cold water against his face. He rinsed the long scratch he’s made to his arm earlier, relieved that it wasn’t bleeding much or too bad.

“What is it, Dimitri?” Larry asked sternly, still seated on the toilet lid.

The elder sibling wiped his bruise with a cloth, looking back into his brother’s eyes through the mirror. They never left him, studying him, watching on every little movement Dimitri would do.

“I… I have something that I must confess to you, Lar.”

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~ Sunday, November 1st, 2020 — 2:20 AM ~

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Sebastian’s focus came back when someone shook his shoulder vigorously. The half-naked man jerked in a foetal position, pleading to leave him alone.

“It’s me, Seb!” A voice resounded to his ears.

The shaking man slowly came to, waking from his psychedelic trance.

“Theo?” He mumbled, pulling his head out from his arms.

“And Jenny too.” The girl added as the once lumberjack slowly sat back up.

The man sighed in relief, wrapping the couple into his arms for comfort. Theo jabbed some mocking words, but the emotional lad only squeezed them harder, as if he had just woken up from a never-ending nightmare.

“Where… where’s Mathy, Theo?” Sebastian muttered, slowly freeing them from his embrace.

“Let’s… move first, okay?” Theodore suggested, glancing away. “This doesn’t look safe, here.”

The tall man pouted but nodded in submission, helped up by his two shorter friends. The floor was lathered with fluids, most probably semen from the monstrous demon from earlier. Upon brief inspection, they realized the cum-trail led toward the bedrooms. Curiously enough, in plain middle of the corridor, Sebastian saw a ladder reaching into the attic, which he had not noticed before Victor knocked him out. The bars glistened and dripped with viscous juices, indicating the beast had likely headed up — after the superhero, maybe? Sebastian deviated toward the ladder instead of following the couple.

“Where are you going, Seb?” Jenny whispered.

“Just gonna give Vic some karma.” He declared, pulling the ladder back up and closing the trap, locking it.

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~ Sunday, November 1st, 2020 — 2:15 AM ~

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“Are you the imposter?” Larry asked, stoical.

“What? No, look, Lar. I just… I just wanted to apologize if I’ve ever been an asshole to you.”

It was Larry’s turn to appear surprised.

“What? Why are you saying that now, bro?”

“There’s weird shit going on tonight and… and I just wanted you to know that I care and love you, little bro.”

“You’re so gay, Dimi.”

“Stop it, Lar! I’m serious!” Dimitri snarked back, his expression tensed.

The older sibling grabbed his face and growled mad. He was exhausted — the night was wearing off on him and the debauchery happening and ruining their place was filling him with dread. When he pulled away from his palms, the look on his brother didn’t seem as undemonstrative anymore. It appeared afflicted, just like when he was a scared little boy. The anger outburst Dimitri just exerted relieved part of the stress, but it made him feel awful for displaying such vulnerability in front of his teenage sibling.

“I’m… I’m sorry, Lar.”

“It’s okay, Dimi. This isn’t how we just thought the night would go.”

“Can you walk?” He brushed off, changing the subject.

“It hurts but if I could hold on a cane or a something, I guess I could.”

“Wait for me. I’ll be back.” Dimitri told him, heading out for the door right across the corridor.

Upon entering the laundry room, Dimitri looked for the crutch he’s had when he sprained his ankle a few years ago. Two minutes later, he was back in the lavatory where his sibling sat, thoughtful.

“Here, Lar. Can you walk with this?”

“I guess, yeah. Where do you want to take me?”

“In the drawing room. I want to show you something.”

The use of the crutch was awkward. Larry had to be mostly careful not to slip on the slick floor on the way there. As the brothers crossed the hall, they were called by Jennifer, who was cautiously walking down the stairs, followed by the other two friends.

“Where are you going, guys?”

“Drawing room.” Both said at the same time.

“That’s the one between the study and the living room, right?” Theo asked with a frown.

“Yeah. I want to show Lar something. Wanna come with us?”

“Sure. I believe we’re better off together than split apart, no?” The sole girl declared.

The five of them agreed on that point. They crossed the space where the party had initially started, making sure to avoid the large puddles of ejaculate from Wesley and Asher earlier. Dimitri led them through the door by the fireplace and the crew entered the parlour. Untouched by the series of events, the room looked tidy and clean still.

Cabinets and vases lines against the walls. A few couches and sofas encircled a small table onto which a fancy teapot and matching cups were prepared for the next gathering. Jenny admired the tapestry surrounding the area with the glow of her lantern while Dimitri offered the boys to sit on the luxury seats.

“Mom never lets anyone but her friends sit here.” Larry gasped at the sacrilege of the guests slumping down.

“Shut it, Lar.” The big brother chimed.

Digging through one of the antique cabinets, Dimitri pulled a bottle of Scotch whisky out. Larry understood — their parents would not accept them drink their old strong alcohols, let alone rest in here. He grabbed a few shots glasses as well and joined the guys around the table. He glanced at the still standing woman, appreciating the secluded room’s arts.

“Scotch, Jen?” Dimitri called as he poured the lads some shots.

“Are you sure that’s wise to drink?” She demurred. “We’ve got a bunch of horny monsters after us!”

“Drink.” Theo ordered, showing her a glass.

“Shove it up your ass, Theo!” She scowled at her commanding boyfriend. “At least one of us has to stay sober for the rest of the night!”

“If you saw what happened to Mathy, you’d drink as well.” He chirped back, downing the shot in one go.

“What… happened?” Sebastian prepared himself, inclined to know the truth.

“She became one of them.” The nerd blurted out. “One sick giant fucker with a dick bigger than any porn star out there.”

Silence filled the room. The lanky man started sobbing soundlessly, downing a shot before Dimitri poured him another one. Jennifer joined the crew on the soft sofas, complying to a drink as well. Her vitreous eyes began dropping tears after the first swig, her mascara running across her cheeks. She hit the shot glass on the marble table hard, giving a death glare at Theo, who didn’t even dare look at her. After three shots, Sebastian leaned over, forearms on his thighs, head down. The girl rubbed his back trying to comfort him.

“This is fucked up.” The heartbroken man mumbled. “I should have stayed with her.”

“I should have stayed with Asher.” Larry added as well.

“Nobody could have foreseen what was going to happen.” Theodore declared. “None of us believed it when the voice killed our phones.”

“We should have at least been more careful!” Jenny cried. “We should have stuck together!”

“How ironic…” Dimitri chuckled between sips, beginning to feel the effect of the strong alcohol. “Asher didn’t deserve any of that.”

“None of us deserved anything!” Seb exclaimed.

“Slow down, Dimi.” Larry warned him, failing the count of glasses Dimitri had. “Don’t knock your—…”

“Shut it, Lar!” His brother growled back with animosity. “You’re not the one who lost his best friend!”

“My girlfriend turned into a dude!” Sebastian blurted out, aggrieved and downing another shot. “I’ve lost both my girlfriend and my oldest friend!”

“This is not a competition, guys.” Larry spoke before the fury of the doleful lover unleashed unto him.

“Only your fucking games matter for you! You don’t give a damn for anyone! You’re not even our friend! You’re just tagging along as Dimi’s annoying little brother!”

“Calm down, Sebastian…” Jenny tried soothing the inebriated lad, but to no avail.

“Look… I’m sorry. Do as if I didn’t say anything.” Larry stiffened into his seat.

“He’s right, though!” Dimitri added. “You’re acting like a hermit! You’re locking yourself up in your room day and night and don’t bother with the real world! You don’t have relationships or friends or anything! You CAN’T possibly feel what we’re going through!”

The remark afflicted the younger sibling, taking another shot of whisky.

“You know how much Asher loved to bash on his little bro, right, Lar? Little Ken was such a fucking annoying little gay freak! I couldn’t stand him! He was always check us out!”

“Why… why are you telling me that?”

“Cause Asher was a frickin’ SAINT, bro!” The cowboy exclaimed with dramatization. “If you’d been gay like Ken, I would have had your head chopped off long ago!”

“You’re drunk, Dimi! Give me that!”

Larry reached for the whisky, yet his sibling grabbed it first. He didn’t bother pouring himself one more glass. He chugged some from the tap. He pulled away rapidly, the burning of the Scotch making him cough and sputter some across the room. Jenny and Larry stood up both, but the host gestured to leave him a minute, looking otherwhere. He leaned over the couch, taking a few ragged breaths as the scorching of his throat lingered on. After a moment, Dimitri turned back at them, sweaty and hiccuping.

“But Asher loved his lil bro.” He mumbled hoarsely, squirming into his seat. “He’d never admit it to anyone. Heck, he called his bro a fag or a queer when given the chance in public!”

Larry glared at his elder.

“But if ONE ever put a single finger on Ken, Asher would give the guy the beating of his life!” Dimitri added with a lousy smirk.

“The big brother complex.” Jennifer deduced.

“Yeah.” The cowboy nodded, looking at the lantern on the table, slowly calming down. “Asher just never thought Ken would try to take his own life for that. Talk about irony, huh? One thing led to another and the drugs his doc prescribed him made him fat and crazy.”

“That’s quite the tale… but didn’t he try to make up for it?” Theo asked.

“The things got out of hand when Ash moved in college, man. He never got the chance to apologize to him. In person, at least.” Dimitri explained, sorrowful. “I know I can be impulsive and shit, but I’ve never wanted to really hurt you, bro.”

Dimitri took another swing of the alcohol, coughing.

“Or not too hard at least — you can still be an annoying little shit, sometimes. I just… I don’t want to make the same mistake Asher did and not tell you until it’s too late. I just can’t have that on my conscience.”

It was Larry’s turn to have vitreous eyes. The younger sibling sat speechless, looking down as he processed the declaration of his elder. Dimitri offered him the whisky bottle, which he gladly accepted. Larry took a few spaced chugs, disregarding the burning off his throat, before putting the now-empty glass on the table. The older brother went for a fraternal pat on his back, but Larry jerked away. Grabbing on the crutch, the wounded guy stood back up.

“Where are you going, Lar?” Dimitri called.

“I… need to be alone. Just let me be, please.”

“We shouldn’t separate!” Jenny exclaimed, but Larry was already leaving.

Soon, the drawing room was back to silence. The host threw his cowboy hat and leaned down, ashamed by venomousness of his words against his brother. If this night were about seeking redemption, he hoped this declaration would at least remove some of the karma he’s accumulated over the years.

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~ Sunday, November 1st, 2020 — 2:45 AM ~

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Larry glanced with a heartache at what their home had become — a place screaming depravation in every room. The countless puddles of bodily fluids, the broken-down doors and furniture constantly reminded how bad the events had turned out since the blackout. He had just wanted to spend a quiet night, playing games with his online friends — or so-called friends. He thought back to the way his brother and Sebastian had yelled at him. They weren’t wrong. These people from the internet were just virtual presences, not anything as close or as real as any of his elder’s buddies here tonight.

Moving into the hall, he acknowledged the dismantled handrail leading to the upper balcony. Large scratches disfigured the now cracked ceramic tiles, some even popped out from their sockets. Several pumpkins and broken furniture littered the ruined floor. Upon crossing the demolished foyer, Larry sniffled noticing the soggy wooden staircase, gashed with claw marks befitting a bear flock.

Making sure to not accidentally put the crutch in a puddle of slick semen, Larry unavoidably stepped into the now cool ooze with his bare feet. A scowl traversed his face. He walked away and scrubbed his limbs on the clean ground, shaking his head in annoyance. He crossed the dining room, not that much in a bad shape. Part of the floor was also covered in the reeking spunk, but the furniture was intact, except for a few chairs that had fallen down or been shoved out of the way.

Without thought, Larry went to put the seats around the long table. Once everything was into place, the gamer pulled one and sat by the supernatural fire. He couldn’t help but plunge back into his elder’s bashing, ironically followed by a lame-ass apology. Alcohol tended to bring the worst out of people, showing their true colours and emotions without a filter. It reminded him of how arrogant he could become when doing video games. Sure, he had blasted players online, calling them slurs and whatnot, but that was under the stress. Was it the root of homophobia in general — the stress?

He thought back to Asher and his clinically depressed sibling. Larry had always depicted Asher as a bad big brother, much like his own, but Dimitri’s declaration kept running through his mind. His elder was right — it wasn’t fair. Nothing tonight treated them fairly. Some were ashamed for their actions and would have wished for a way of redemption. The puerile behaviours from their past didn’t denote them as thoroughly horrible individuals, yet their deeds also marked the victims for their lives. For the sake of the sufferers, this couldn’t go unpunished, right?

Larry sobbed silently. He felt sorry for the guys he harassed online. The homophobic acts of his brother and best friend had conditioned him to unleash this unnecessary anger on the people he played with, growing to believe this was the right thing to do. He had been locked out of servers and forums for his bashing, but he persevered anyway. Why had his elder never told him about Asher’s secret? About his own secret?

The gamer had assumed Dimitri hated him from the bottom of his heart. That was also part of why he had started to train at home — he wanted to show his family he could take care of himself and be someone imbuing some respect. And then, covid arrived. He wasn’t one to have many friends in the real world, so the pandemic clustering them inside only contributed negatively to his hermit lifestyle.

Working out and gaming — that’s what his existence revolved around. What good pumping out would even bring him in the end if he had no one to demonstrate his body to? Their mother was out of town most of the time, attending congresses and federal court. Their dad, as chief of police, toiled for several double shifts, mostly at night — without taking into account when he joined his wife in some cases. That left him only the mean big brother to show off to, whom never really indicated pride or appreciation in him.

Larry sank into the chair, the venomous words of the guys making him feel only more of a loser, someone without a worth. He heard a gurgling sound. He glanced at the grandfather clock, nearing 3 AM. He was getting hungry. Moreover, sitting by the fire was making him hot. The lad stood up, failing to realize that his wounded foot didn’t sting as bad anymore — it more felt like a stretched muscle rather than a cut.

The kitchen was barely lit by the moonlight, but Larry could make his way to the fridge. Once more, he stepped into musk slime, groaning as he did. The bandage around his foot was getting damp once again with the fluids. As much as the stickiness disgusted him, he kept going to the refrigerator, the hunger taking the better of him.

Inside it, he discerned the pale pizza box from leftovers he’s had with Dimitri before the party arrived. He brought the carton on the counter, not realizing he’s put it atop yet another puddle of semen. The mournful teenager sat on a stool, starting to eat in the darkness, looking past the large windows that soothed him with some moonlight. He thought back to Asher’s brother, how the guy coped with his own elder’s mockeries. If Larry himself had been gay, he would have probably gone through severe depression as well.

The heat he felt by the fireplace had dropped, except to his right leg. The teenager blamed it on the tight bandage around his foot — Jen could have at least made it looser. He wasn’t a Bigfoot like his sibling, but size 12s were no small dawgs.

Done with a slice, the afflicted young man took himself another one. He had been meticulous with his nutrition since he’s started working out, but tonight he didn’t care anymore — he was eating his emotions. He remembered, when they were children, how Dimitri kept nagging and playing pranks on him. Their dad would let them be, believing that would force him to build character against his elder. It did, yet Dimitri always retorted with a bigger and more embarrassing stunt. No matter how much he’d try to get back at Dimitri, Larry would never win.

That was how he started playing video games. Too busy fooling outside or showing off with Asher and the other neighbour kids, Dimitri had little interest for the virtual world. The only times Larry could ever feel like he was winning or being better at something was while gaming. Coupled with emotional overeating, the junior sibling had grown into a shy typical gamer — until the day their dad built the home gym in their basement. Of course, at first, only Dimitri could employ it. He was the bigger and more important brother, after all. But every once in a while, when the wolf was gone, Larry would sneak into the gym and get used to the equipment. And when Dimitri would be on the machines, he’s looked at videos on how to improve his workouts.

Larry shifted on the stool, his right foot somehow stuck around the footrest. The heat had not dissipated still. After pulling his limb upfront, he frowned upon noticing it didn’t sit as comfortably as his left one on the lower bar. The teen swallowed the last bit of the second slice and then slipped the seat back. His foot was swollen, red from the too tight bandage wrapping it.

“Wha—… what the hell?!” He gasped.

The shocked lad yanked his crimson member onto his leg, trying to pry it out of the gauze. To his horror, not only did it look engorged, but the bulging had seemingly spread to his calve, reaching as high as mid-thigh. Finally, pulling the damp cloth away, the teenager alarmingly realized that the wound had scarred. A coating of hair akin to Hobbits’ covered the now massive foot, the nails already turning dark and pointy.

“No… no, no, no! No! NO!” Larry cried in fear, the aching throbbing felt like a million ants crawled onto his skin.

The lad tried to stand up, but lost balance as soon as he jumped onto his feet. His legs were not the same length anymore. On all fours, Larry clambered on the ground, scowling as he dipped his arm into yet another puddle of cum.

“Dimitri!” He yelled for help. “Someone! Help!”

He couldn’t give in. He wouldn’t. And yet, he could feel his right leg becoming limp, a chore as he tried to get away from the kitchen. The knee of his oversized limb seemed to drag with every inch he made forward, almost at level with his left ankle. And just as he was about to make it into the dining room, a looming shadow blocked the light from the fireplace and prevented him from escaping. A monstrous demon akin to a werewolf with horns, rising far taller than the doorframe, stood before him.

“Cat got your tongue, Lar?” The creature grinned, its drooling penis dripping onto the petrified teen.

The beast grabbed its cock and pulled the thick foreskin that covered its glans, which dribbled more sticky pre-ejaculate. Larry tried moving away, but the weight of the mighty leg made the task all the more difficult. Pulsing veins throbbed like roots over his inflating limb, which was becoming hairier by the second. The thigh itself was growing to match his waist’s circumference, corded with dense muscles that stretched his undergarments beyond what they were ever destined to contain. The bearlike mitts of the demon grabbed the hooded man at the pits.

“No! Get away from me! Dimi—…!”

Larry was silenced as the outrageously fat cock head was shoved into his mouth. The beast let out an inhuman bark, similar to a gnarly laugh. Not much of the appendage could fit into the teenager’s jaw. Tears ran down his cheeks stubble, which began to thicken and spread already. Popping seems echoed from around his tree trunk-like thigh, about to surpass the size of his waist until his upper body started catching up with the growth.

The thoughts of the unfairness of his life flowed by his closed eyes. He’s ever just wanted to prove himself as a capable individual and yet he was losing to these ungodly monsters. Was it because of his wound? Did the contact with the fluids somehow infected? Did… Jennifer somehow tricked him when she treated his injury?

His jaw snapped. He cried wordlessly, gagged with the gigantic penis. His face broadened and his chin protruded forth. It surrendered more of its humanity as it slowly but surely stretched forward, taking in more of the demonic shaft before the reddening eyes. More viscous spunk flowed down his mouth, giving Larry instinctive retch — the taste was horrid. And yet, there was nothing more he could do. He was doomed. He had lost.

The black robes were suffocating him, becoming as tight as a corset around his expanding torso. Held up by the creature’s paws, Larry used his own to tear his once ample clothes — his hands were already growing claws. A barrel-sized chest surged out. A mat of brown bristles blossomed from its centre and spread across the pectoral slabs protruding like plate armour.

The burning heat travelling across his body eventually propagated down the unchanged leg, the thigh spasming and pumping with the veins standing out. Hair coated the ballooning muscles as the limb lengthened and gained bone density. The knee popped loudly as it tried fitting in between the massive upper leg and the undersized calve. The awkward instant was short-lived as the lower part apprehended its own expansion. Last but not least, the left ankle snapped sickly as well, the foot entering its phase of growth to catch up with its gargantuan twin.

Larry groaned as his spine underwent changes. His clawed feet already pressed against the kitchen island, but the stretching of his torso made the room too minimal for the incoming surge of height, making him almost a foot taller. The muscles spasmed and contorted. The monstrous footing of the beast broke the wood panels of the decorative counter, bursting through and messing things up in the lower cupboards.

Still held up by the brute, Larry’s hands benefitted of their degree of freedom to wrap around the foot-long fuckstick between his legs. Each dual stroke of it made the modest-sized arms to bloat further, surpassing 20 inches in no time and swelling beyond.

Larry didn’t care about losing anymore. The strength and the libido his new body possessed clouded his previous judgments and solely filled him with one desire — to make every little one of them to pay. The demonic creature burst with a terrifying cry, one that anyone in the mansion would hear. An earthshaking orgasm hit them both. Larry struggled to get off the bazooka flooding his insides. His hard-earned abs were starting to bloat outward as sheer bulk added onto his frame. The teen managed to break out from the monster’s grip and fall to the floor on his slightly distended middle.

The lying man coughed and sputtered some of the excess fluids, the taste still making him feel somewhat nauseous after the transformation. The beast kept pouring semen out, showering the newly changed lad with its hypermasculine essence. Larry’s hips thrust the ground with choppy jerks, his own thirteen-incher flooding the destroyed kitchen tiles. Covered head to toe in spunk, the younger sibling maniacally burst in laughter. The guys had played him all along for years, but no matter what pitiful excuse or apology they would confer him now, he’d make sure that they would all pay — especially his brother.

“Avenge the gays.” Larry growled, using his furry arm to wipe the cum from his fearful fang-filled maw. “Convert the homophobes — until there are none.”

Synopsis:Ten young, homophobic adults gather for Halloween. Three of them are missing. After the party is mostly reunited, the supernatural events of the night forces the remaining ones to split up yet again.

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~ Sunday, November 1st, 2020 — 1:15 AM ~

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A high-pitched scream resounded across the whole mansion. Theodore felt the hair on his arms and neck stand on their ends, recognizing Jenny’s cry. He turned to the other guys in the basement, stunned as well.

“That’s Jen!” He exclaimed, bolting for the staircase.

“But the door is…” Victor started, silencing once he realized it had been opened after the arrival of the two friends.

“C’mon! Stop fighting!” Seb shot at the two men on the floor before going after his pal.

Victor helped Braxton on his feet, before giving a death glare to their host still on the ground. Despite their diverging opinion on the matter, the footballer offered Dimitri his hand to pull him back up. 

“Get ready, Dimi.” Braxton spoke with a grave face, holding the gun now. “I don’t think this monster is gonna let us run all night.”

“Hey! Guys! Don’t leave me alone!” Larry cried after them, unable to walk by himself.

“Get to your room and lock your door!” His elder told him before sprinting upstairs after the jocks. “Get to safety until we come back for you!”

Dimitri didn’t bother with his brother’s complaints and kept going. As he arrived on the first floor, he had noticed how someone had barricaded the double doors of the living room with the hall’s decorative table. Abruptly, the gigantic red beast burst through the meagre obstacle. Jennifer screamed again, huddling to her boyfriend by the staircase leading up. The size of the monster was outrageous, thicker in proportions to the broad footballer and the superhero’s bodies fused together.

“Jesus fucking Christ!” Victor boomed in shock at the sudden barging of the demon.

The blond guy raised his shield in a protective manner, blocking the way for Braxton and Dimitri to walk further forward. The giant’s face, illuminated by the flashlights, bared even less human-like features than earlier. The jaw had widened considerably, only to behold a rather sinister toothy grin.

“Asher, bro! Please, stop!” Dimitri begged.

“Asher?!” Sebastian and the couple exclaimed at the same time.

The towering creature kicked the table and the door remnants from its way with feet that would befit a bear. It sized the terrified adults in the hall with amused malice, scratching the lewd display of its naked crotch — a massive drooling dong, half hard, twitched with every step, spewing more sticky essence on the tiled ceramics of the foyer.

“Eww, gross! That thing’s nutting all over your floor, Dimi!” Theodore expressed with disgust.

“Ain’t it gay to stare at a guy’s dick, Theo?” The monster taunted at the nerd, walking forward.

“Hey!” Sebastian stepped in between the two, baring a fist in lieu of his forgotten axe. “If you are going to turn on us, you’d better fight against someone of your own size!”

“Don’t make me laugh, Seb! You’re not even HALF my size!” The massive brute chuckled at the valiancy of the lumberjack.

Just as things couldn’t seem more out of hand, a second monster walked into the hall, behind the so-called Asher. Instead of looking butch and burly, this one appeared way thinner, almost atrophied in comparison to the other, but huge nonetheless. Taller than the red behemoth, the arriving beast had a dirty blondish hue to the fur-like hair that covered most of its body — with a twinge of ashy grey.

“Fuck, Ash, that felt good!” The lighter-haired giant groaned in bliss, stretching and relishing its joints popping into place.

“W— Wesley?” Jennifer called timidly. “Is… is that you?”

“Wesley?!” The boys cried out in shock.

“Missed me, guys?” The creature asked with a smug face, grabbing Asher’s shoulders with its long and clawed fingers, playfully shoving it.

“Enough of this nonsense!” Victor snapped. “These things are messing with us! They’re not our friends!”

“No! They are!” The sole girl in the room insisted, pulling free from her lover’s embrace.

“Shut up, woman!”

“No, you shut up, you piece of shit!” Jennifer asserted. “I saw it! That thing… it turned Wes into this… this monster!”

“Nonsense!” The superhero denied, pivoting to Braxton who held onto Dimi’s shotgun. “Show them, Brax! Kill those freaks!”

“No! Brax, wait!” Dimitri uttered.

“Shoot!”

“No!”

BAM.

The pressured footballer shot at the lankier monster, hoping it would be more vulnerable than the bear-sized beast. Cries echoed in the vast hall. Wesley fell to his knees as the bullet hit him and blasted into dust. The same crimson hue as with Asher earlier spread through the new target. Watching his pal drop to all fours on the ground, the red creature growled ferociously at the trio by the staircase.

“You shouldn’t have done that!” Asher snarled, baring its fangs as his jaw suddenly popped and cracked, jutting forward into a harmful maw.

“What… what the fuck?! You, fucking queer monster!” Victor stepped back, fearing for his life.

The monster roared at them menacingly, out of spite.

“Run!” The superhero ironically ordered, jumping out of the way and exposing the two other guys to the beast.

Asher leaped at them. Both Braxton and Dimitri bolted down the stairs in a clumsy attempt to avoid the behemoth. The host tumbled in his dad’s tight boots, hitting the wall hard by the sharp corner midway. Only when the footballer turned around did he see his friend slip the last of the steps.

“Dimi!” He cried.

“What’s going on?!” Larry’s voice echoed from the theatre room.

Braxton rushed for Dimitri when the gigantic red beast suddenly loomed over him.

“Get away from him!” He yelled, charging and shooting at the monster once more.

Asher stepped back, then stumbled himself in the stairs. Braxton benefited of this small moment of tranquility to help his stunned friend on his feet.

“You… you shouldn’t have done that, Brax…” Dimitri groaned, groggy.

“It’ll buy us some time! Let’s go.”

“Ge— get my brother back upstairs, Brax! Ba— barricade the door!”

“What?! We can’t let you down here, man!”

“Hear me out! I’ll exit through the backdoor! Let’s trap… that thing here!”

Before Braxton could add anything, the fiery monster, whose face looked more akin to that of a bear or a werewolf, roared back at the two thick adults. Its head appeared even more sinister and devil-like. Small horns poked from the beast’s forehead, its humanity draining more with each bullet it took.

“I’ll lure it!” Dimitri whispered to his friend.

Without further ado, the footballer nodded. He handed the cowboy his shotgun back, but Dimitri let him have it.

“Keep it and help the others upstairs!”

“Got it! Stay safe, bro!”

Braxton ran into the theatre, where Asher had not moved from his seat near the bar-room. He still had the glass shard deeply stuck into his foot arch, a livid grimace stretched onto his stubbly face.

“What’s going on, Brax?” The wounded lad asked, his foot on his thigh to prevent bleeding too much. “What’s happening?”

“Let’s get to safety, man!”

Just then, Dimitri entered the room, taunting Asher to follow him. The monster, far taller and wider than the door now, barely could get through without breaking the frame altogether. Its horns scratched and ruined the ceiling, plaster raining down on the demon’s head. It glanced briefly at the two young men at the other end of the theatre before Dimitri blinded him with his flashlight.

“Hey, Ash! Look at me, bro! Come on! Try and catch me if you can!” The host beckoned.

Asher, despite the light going straight at him, glared in the direction of Dimitri, his red eyes shining like irradiated rubies. Its maw full of fangs showed strings of saliva that gave the impression of hunger. The beast’s body turned to face the cowboy, grinning cunningly at him.

“I wouldn’t have you any other way, Dimi.” It beamed before darting toward him.

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~ Sunday, November 1st, 2020 — 1:25 AM ~

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“Wes!” Jennifer reached for the creature on its knees in the hall.

While the so-called Asher ran after Dimitri and Braxton down the stairs, Sebastian and the couple went for the seemingly agonizing beast on the ground. Even on all fours, the eight-foot monster of a man appeared gigantic to them. The red energy that wrapped the behemoth ceased almost instantly. Jennifer screamed in fear as the shoulders of the lanky creature puffed like dough in the oven, bubbling and swelling with size, spreading farther one from the other. The previously gangly build of the giant broadened as its lats surged wider than ever, thick corded muscle taking form under the increasingly hairier skin.

“WAAARRRGGGGGHH!” The monster roared, raising its head abruptly.

The whole skeleton of the beast firmed up. While it did not look anywhere close to the bulky bellied behemoth from earlier, its musculature had notably grown. It stretched to a rather athletic frame, almost bodybuilder size, even. The claws that jutted out of its long sausage-thick fingers growing more prominent and threatening, scratching and cracking the tiled floors. The red of its eyes shifted to a deeper crimson shade, appearing more demonic by the second.

“Wes?” Sebastian gasped, trying to step closer while Jennifer and Theodore backed out. “Is that really you in there?”

A dreadful pop resonated as its jaw widened into a fearful drooling maw. The giant humanoid turned its head toward the lumberjack-now-blue-collar, never letting go of its hysteric-looking leer.

“Yes, Seb, that’s me.” It responded, getting back on its legs.

The hirsute bear of a man stood back on its feet, reaching upward and then some. Lanky stoned Wes had transformed into an eight-foot-tall jacked monster. While they could have made out some sort of resemblance with his face earlier, the last growth spurt had not left it unaltered. The thick stubbly chin had changed the previously angular shape considerably.

“What… what happened to you, man?” Sebastian asked, his eyes teary.

“Smoked a guy’s fag.” The beast shot before booming with laughter, like this was all a joke. “Ain’t you gonna try smoking mine, bro?”

Shamelessly, Wesley grabbed a handful of his semi-soft yet leaking monster cock — the thing looked to be at least a foot long and not even completely hard. Sebastian jerked back in shock, glancing down at the lewd display with appalled concern.

“Wes! What the fuck! What’s gotten into you!” His childhood friend snapped.

“I stopped running away… and perhaps you should as well!” He declared, approaching him.

“Don’t— stay back!” The lumberjack cried in astonishment, attempting to step away.

But that just wouldn’t do. The transformed lad was not intending on leaving him alone. A few seconds later, Sebastian was dashing for his dear life across the hall, Wesley going after him like a crazed dog with rabies. 

“Seb!” Jennifer worried as she saw them bolting for the dining room.

“What’s going on, here?!” Braxton said, climbing up the stairs into the foyer with Larry on his shoulder.

“It’s Seb! Wes went after him!” The girl exclaimed, huddling against her boyfriend.

“Where are they at?” The footballer asked, putting the wounded lad by the steps.

“Oh my God! What happened to you?!” Jenny gasped, pointing the brother’s bleeding foot.

“Walked on glass.” He gritted between his teeth. “What’s going on with Wes?”

“Jen says he turned into a monster like Asher.” Braxton spoke. “But, first, we’ve gotta help Seb!”

“Get him in the bathroom then, you guys, go help Seb!” The fairy commanded, leading the way. “I’ll patch him up!”

The lanky lumberjack had always had the advantage when sprinting against his peers. While not a runner at all, his tall legs made his strides long and easy to cover lengthier distances. Sebastian crossed the whole dining room, lightened by the supernatural fire in the fireplace. With nowhere to escape to, he locked himself in the kitchen. He doubted the door would suffice to protect him from the monster taking aim at him. Seb glanced around, trying to find a way out, but apart from the pantry, there were no more means out. Suddenly, the kitchen door burst opened, kicked off its hinges. The beast barged in, no sweat at all.

“You’ve always been the fastest, Seb.” Wesley ducked into the room, grinning at him. “Not so much anymore, shortie, huh?”

“Look, Wes… even if you are the imposter or anything, man… let’s just talk, okay?” The orange-vest guy spoke.

Stretching back to it towering height, the creature actually hit its head on the eight-foot-tall ceiling. Unfazed, its gleaming red eyes trailed every movement of the frightened lad. The kitchen was a dead end. Even if Sebastian attempted to jump through a window, he’d probably just hurt himself from the screen or the fall.

“So you think I’m the imposter, man?” Wes taunted, leaning on the short doorframe, a broad grin spread on his prominent jaw. “Admit it loud and clear if you want to lose already.”

“I don’t know!” Seb shouted, anxious that the beast would never leave an opening for him to flee.

“Remember when we used to play tag? How much you laughed at me for being too slow?”

“If I’ve ever been mean to you, Wes, I’m sorry!” Sebastian cried out. “I was just teasing you cause I liked you, man!”

“Ah! Now you’re just being a big drama queen. I’m just teasing you myself, Seb.”

“What?”

“Gee, you’re slower than me tonight. That says a lot, man!” Wes chuckled, scratching then grabbing his junk. “Perhaps this should help you out?”

“What?! No! Fuck off! You’re not Wes! Wes ain’t g—…”

“Wes has ALWAYS been gay. Or bisexual would probably better. Or even pansexual.”

“No! I’ve known Wes since we were kids! Wes had always hated…”

“Wes had always hated HIMSELF!” The beast spoke louder, silencing the man. “You’ve known Wes as a conflicted unassuming child!”

“But… would that mean… Wes was faking all along?”

“Faking would be a wide stretch!” He guffawed, making Sebastian back off in fear at the exclamation. “I’d rather say old-Wesley only repressed and denied who he was all along!”

“Then…” Seb mumbled. “Does that mean… Wes was the imposter all along?”

“Say what?” Wesley enticed. “Care to repeat it louder?”

“Were you the imposter?” Sebastian inquired with betrayal.

“Don’t ask — declare it with conviction!”

The scared man bit his tongue. The smile stretched on Wes’s face did not inspire him confidence. Then, he remembered the rules they were narrated earlier — guessing wrong would make him lose. On the opposite, speaking right would put an end to this hellish nightmare. Sebastian could tell the beast figured his conflict. The way it had encouraged him to claim it as the imposter could have been Wes reaching out for him, using his late sacrifice to let them go. However, it could also have been this twisted perverted version of his childhood friend trying to make him lose.

And honestly, if he had to give up on himself for Wesley, even if that’s just to rule out Wes as a potential faker for his buddies, he would have done it… if it was not for his girl waiting back for him in the shed. The thought of Mathilda lying all alone in the shack hit him like brick thrown at his face. The game was real — she could not fall asleep or she would lose.

“Mathilda!” Sebastian exclaimed. “Wes — please, man — just let me go!”

“What’s gotten into you, Seb?” Wes feigned surprise.

“You sick bastard! I trusted you! If you’ve laid a single hand on her—…”

“Then what?”

Right then, a voice surged from the dining room.

“Seb?! Where are you?!”

That was Braxton.

“I’m coming for you, man!” The footballer cried. “These fuckers ain’t got anything on us!”

“Someone! Go check on Mathilda!” The lumberjack pleaded.

“What?”

“She’s in the shed! Make sure she did not fall asleep!”

“But what about you?”

“Don’t worry about me! Just get her to safety!”

Sebastian heard steps walking away and some people talking — probably Theo and Braxton. If it hadn’t been for being trapped in the kitchen with the lewd monstrous version of Wesley, he would have gone to check on Mathilda in a heartbeat. Yet, he was stuck here, powerless, with the gigantic creature his friend apparently became.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

~ Sunday, November 1st, 2020 — 1:45 AM ~

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Braxton sprinted to the shed. Theodore tried catching up with him, but the tall footballer proved to be a better runner — he used to be a Running Back after all. Braxton was not really sure of the directions to take, forcing him to wait on the short wizard holding the flashlight.

“There it is!” Theo exclaimed. “Mathilda! Are you in there?”

“Mathilda!” Braxton repeated.

The lights of the shed were shut. Where there were no sounds at first, a deep guttural growl made itself heard from inside the outbuilding. Braxton held firmly onto the shotgun, aiming it at the door. It opened with a frightful slowness, creaking obnoxiously. A figure started to detach from the shadows as a virile voice boomed at them.

“There’s no Mathilda in here!”

Braxton saw Theodore step back and gasp — he probably did the same without realizing it. To their horror, the two men outside witnessed a gigantic beast ducking out of the cabin.

“For fuck’s sake!” Braxton blurted out in befuddlement, slightly lowering the gun in shock.

Lightened by the moon and Theo’s shaking torch, the giant in front of them looked almost as tall as the shed. The seven-foot Latino was covered in ink-black hair. His massive chest and dark nipples were nearly obscured under a rag of bristles, snaking down its shredded six-pack to the forest-like bush framing a hard, drooling monster cock. Ridiculously, the behemoth had an opened flannel vest on its shoulders. The enviable biceps had burst the sleeves apart — the stupefied men wouldn’t be surprised if the back of the gilet had split wide either on the broad juggernaut. The toque they realized Sebastian had been missing now saw on the head of the giant, whom also held the forgotten axe.

“My name is Matt.” Its deep voice declared, the resonance shaking the two diminutive guys in front of him.

“Matt… as in Mathilda?!” Theo fathomed. “This can’t be… that means…”

“That means I lost the game.” It continued, a toothy grin stretching across its large face.

“But… but how?! This!” Braxton pointed with the gun at the beast’s crotch. “Mathilda ain’t a dude!”

“I guess she just grew some balls, literally.” Matt chuckled, giving his boner a few jerks, pulling it aside to show them.

“This is not just a game with consequences!” Theo exclaimed. “This is witchcraft!”

“How ironic of you to say that.” The monster smirked at the wizard before basking in bliss, quickening the pace of its lewd strokes.

“Stop that! That’s gross and disgusting!” The footballer scorned with a shake of his head.

“Fuck… if that’s what it feels like to be a man, I don’t ever want to go back.” It spoke, deaf to the disdain of the boys. “Wanna chop down some wood with me, guys?”

“What do we do now, Brax? We can’t bring her… or him back!” Theo realized, stepping away.

“Don’t you guys wish to know what it’s like to be like this?” Matt goaded on, raising his free arm and flexing, a few resisting threads snapping while doing so. “Muscular, big, and tall?”

“This… this is wrong!” Braxton stuttered, beet red.

“Wrong?” Matt chimed. “And ruining your teammate’s life because he was gay is right?”

“I… I…”

“Don’t lecture us on what’s good and bad!” Theo stepped in. “I’m pretty sure all of us, except maybe Wes, is pretty damn conscious what we’ve done wasn’t right! So let us be!”

“Let you be so you can go back to being assholes after this night’s over? Where’s the lesson in that?”

“We’ve had our lesson!”

“Old habits die hard, I’m afraid.” The giant sniggered. “How about you just accept it your punishment and get on my fat cock instead?”

“Bro, we’re not fucking fags!” The wizard spurned.

“There you go again. Sounds like you haven’t learned your lesson yet.”

“Do we… would we get big and tall for real?” Braxton timidly questioned, which was uncommon for the usually loud man.

“Doesn’t Mathilda look like a doll compared to me?” The massive creature grinned, contracting its arm.

“Bro, are you for real?!” Theo turned at Braxton with bewilderment.

“Fuck off! Just asking!” The footballer growled back at him. “Aren’t you tired of being so fuckin’ small, Theo?!”

“What?! I mean… I wouldn’t mind being a bit taller, but I’m fine with the way I am too!”

“Right, cause I’m sure girls looove little shrimps!” The jock snarked.

“I’m big where it counts, bro! If you’re having issues even at your size, you’re having a fuckin’ problem, bro!”

Braxton turned around and aimed the gun at Theodore, making the wizard grow livid instantly. The shorter man gasped and actually feared for his life. Braxton gritted his teeth, his adrenaline through the roof, hormones boiling within him. Targeting toward Theo had been an impulse keen to when he ruined Richard’s life.

“Don’t make me.” The footballer advised. “Now, little Theo will listen and go back inside. He will tell the others Braxton is taking care of it and to not look out for him until he comes back.”

“You’re a maniac, bro.” Theodore murmured, arms in the air and stepping back.

“Do it!”

Theodore yelped and ran back for the mansion, leaving the footballer alone with the silent but still stroking beast. Braxton turned around at the towering Matt, whose expression showed amusement. The juggernaut approached him, yet Braxton spun and raised the gun once more. Confusion spread upon the Latino’s face.

“Don’t move.”

It obeyed. Despite standing immobile, it kept jacking off openly, spewing precum all over the grass. The slick sounds of the strokes distracted the disgusted jock.

“Dude, please stop. That’s gay.” Braxton commented, slowly dropping his aim to the ground.

“Weren’t you used to see your team beat off in the showers?” Matt asked.

Images of the past surged back to the footballer. When he showered with the boys the first few times, he had put on a pair of underwear, self-conscious of what other guys would think. However, after a couple practices with the crew and a few teasings, he forced himself to try at least once to go in the nude.

Seeing the lads sport hardons wasn’t new — he was getting used to it. A round of applause and whistles welcomed him when he entered naked, the older ones stating he was finally over the rookie’s prudishness. It was the very same day where he saw one of the teammates openly jacking off in the shower. He could still remember the slick sounds of his strokes, the wanks heard in tandem with the deviated water jets on the wall. Some of the athletes teased their comrade rubbing one out, calling him gay and names. Braxton agreed with them, believing the remarks as true, until he found them join in a jerk circle in the middle of the crew. The teen could not understand it and excused himself, leaving the room unwashed.

After the next practice, one of the older players, a senior, told him there was no shame in wanking off in the showers with the guys. There was nothing gay about — just pals relieving the tension after a good workout. Heck, they weren’t getting off on staring at their mates’ butts or dicks or muscles. That would be gay indeed! Braxton didn’t join in the jerk circle frenzies until the end of the season, too uncomfortable to do so before. That was their secret after all. A bond that united them as brothers.

“I… sometimes, yeah.” Braxton said, averting his eyes, blushing as he remembered. “But I was minding my own business. That’s all.”

“Yeah, you couldn’t stare up at them too long. That would be gay, right?”

“Indeed.”

“Stop staring, Brax. That’s gay.” A voice surfaced on the depths of Braxton’s mind, recalling the time where Scott, the quarterback, noticed him glancing for too long at his dick.

“Huh… sorry, bro. Was thinking about girls.” Braxton had replied, blushing red and looking away.

“Let him be.” Another teammate said with a coy smile. “Brax loves big clit chicks!” 

“That’s not true! Ahh… fuck off guys!” The Running Back groaned. “I was… I was…”

“You what, bro?”

“I was just wondering how a girl could take something that big, bro.” He blushed, pointing at the nine-incher Scott sported.

“Oh! I guess that’s legit, man.” Another guy commented. “How do you do, Scott?”

“You guys have never fucked your girl in the ass?”

“Eww, dude, that’s nasty!” One chimed in.

“It’s pretty chill, guys.” Scott winked. “It hella tighter than puss and much deeper. And you can’t get her preggo, so no need for magnums!”

“Duuude.”

The memories vanished once more as Braxton saw Matt approaching him. The alerted footballer raised his gun again, ordering the beast to stop moving.

“Why did you?” Matt asked.

“Why did I what?”

“Why did you turn on the others?”

“I didn’t turn on anyone!” Braxton fumed, preparing to shoot.

“Is this the muscles?” The behemoth arched a bicep, smirking at him.

“Fuck off!”

“Perhaps…” The beast brought both of its arms to its narrow hips — yet wider than Brax — , stretching and flexing. “The size itself?”

Braxton suddenly grew weak at the side, watching the massive monster rise like a tower of lean but athletic heft. Unconsciously, he dropped the gun’s aim to the ground, marvelling at the sheer magnitude before him.

“You like that, Brax?” Matt taunted with a knowing grin, then gesturing down.

The disguised man looked down and realized with horror a bulge tented his trousers. Just like when he trained with Richard Biggs. He pictured them and the rest of the team, working out at the gym. Richard was the newbie that season. Similarly to Braxton himself in the past, Richard took a while adjusting to the brotherhood. After he finally fit in, the guy was simply like any of his other jocks.

The memory that came to Braxton in this very instant was the time where he saw the man squat a personal best: 350 pounds. That was heavier than Brax could lift then — they were teens after all. Still, Braxton offered to spot him in case anything went wrong. Watching the tower rise all the way to 6′6″ and stooping back down had triggered something Braxton himself had not realized before. It was not only the idea of being taller than everyone that had motivated him to train, but the thought of boundless growth.

Braxton was not into boys, but into the growth that made him a man. The growth that had made him a tall — yet short — guy among his peers. A size women gawked at. A size that imbued respect and sheer masculinity. In the end, he just wanted to shine and be admired — nothing more, nothing less.

“I’ve always wanted to be bigger… taller.”

“You’re already pretty big, aren’t you?”

“No.” He shook. “Not at all. I wanted to be bigger. To be a star on the field, someone people aspired to look up to.”

“And you think that hurting homosexuals is a way to achieve that?”

“It happened once! Or, okay, maybe a few times, but the reason why I did this to Richard was because I couldn’t stand how much better he was!” He cried, shaking as he finally said what had tormented him for years. “Yes, I outed him. Yes, I hated him, but that’s only cause I was fucking jealous! A stupid jealous prick!”

The footballer’s body trembled, flushed with indignation and sorrow. The mocking grin of the monster softened, almost showing consideration.

“How about you make up for it?”

“What?”

“You’ve already let your friends know you might not come back. Just lose the game to me and you’ll become what you desire.”

“How?”

“By letting me fuck you.”

Braxton’s face grew livid. The tent he had pitched earlier had completely softened at this point.

“There’s no way you’ll be able to suck me, so this leaves it up to your ass.” Matt grinned smugly.

“No… fucking… way…”

“Yes way. Consider that a good introduction to your gay life!”

“But… I don’t want to be gay!”

“Is being gay a bad thing?”

“Well… I just… I guess not… but… I don’t want to be made fun of for being a queer!”

“Then join us and let’s make the world a better place, where nobody shall make fun of gays anymore.”

The utopian declaration almost made Braxton laugh. And he wanted to burst hysterically. He wasn’t even sure what to think anymore. Was he really about to trade his heterosexuality for the size of his dreams? To sell his soul to these demons?

Matt moved toward him, seized the shotgun then threw it away. Braxton looked up at the massive Latino. The glowing red eyes, their gaze intensely hypnotic, still had him deeply conflicted on his decision. On one side, he wanted to just forget about all of this and return to his normal straight life. On the other end, this screamed not only like a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, also an act of redemption for his past deeds.

The shivering man felt the big clawed hand of the giant grab his shoulders with a firm grip. The contact warmed him, the palm burning with virile energy. Braxton tried not to show his nervousness. The toothy smile almost looked reassuring — if not for the fangs.

“Turn around if you’re scared.”

“I’m not scared.” He gasped, biting his tongue, but spun anyway.

“Drop to all fours. You ever did anal, before?”

Braxton fell to his knees and hands. His heart beat so hard it felt as if he could spit it out. He swallowed his saliva, his mouth growing pasty.

“Yeah, but never on this end.” He dryly said, thighs and shoulders tensed.

He could still run for it. The sensation of the soft earth under his knees and fingers. The smell of grass and leaves — the chilly air against his skin. He exhaled, some condensation clouding before him as his eyes focussed on the mansion in the distance. With the football uniform, Braxton could only project himself into a game. The dark sky, only illuminated by the full moon, reminded him of the weak lighting of their school’s grounds at night. He could feel his quivering body whelming him with adrenaline. But there were no opponents on the field. Only him, showing his tight end to the gigantic Matt.

Matt palmed the asscheeks, testing the firmness of the Running Back’s behind. Braxton gritted his teeth, lowering his head slightly as his whole self tensed in fear and repulsion. The angel and the demon on his shoulders cried contradictions, splitting him further into dilemma.

“RUN!” A voice echoed from the back of his mind.

“STAY!” Another commanded.

“YouDON’T want this!”

“YouDO want this!”

“You are NOTgay!”

“YouWILL be gay!”

“STOP!” Braxton exclaimed aloud, the voices suddenly silenced.

“Having second thoughts?” Matt chuckled, his hand still on his ass although motionless.

“I… I don’t know… I’m not gay, man…”

“Shhh… everything will be right…” The giant comforted, slowly pulling the footballers’ pants down.

“I’m… I’m not so sure anymore, man…” Braxton whined, squirming as the trousers exposed his hard-trained gluteus.

“You’ll be fine… my big… gay… beast.” Matt grinned, slipping its throbbing fourteen incher into the crack of the muscle buns.

The queasy feeling procured to him forced back a new memory.

Back in senior year, after another defeat, Braxton was showering when a teammate had grabbed onto his hips and rubbed his crotch against his butt. The dick was not hard, but the player had managed to give a few humps and speak some dirty words while doing so, impersonating the then expelled Richard. The members all laughed at the mocking display of the long-gone fag — except Braxton.

“Fuck off, Zack!” He replied, pushing the prankster away.

“Dude, you’re tensed! Gotta chill out, Brax.”

“We’ve lost again! I’m in no mood to relax, bro!”

“We’ll just do better next time, Brax. No need to go all losers on this!”

“Gotta say I miss having Rich on the team, guys.” A mate added, seconded by another.

“Dude, the guy was a total fag!” Braxton outraged. “We can’t let these freaks on our team!”

“You only say that cause you didn’t get as much field play with him on the team, bro.” One of the crewmembers teased.

“Were you jealous of big Rich, Brax?”

The teammates hooted and whistled in mockery at the red Running Back.

“Jealous, my ass! I’d rather go to hell than be a fucking fairy!” He snapped before leaving the showers frustrated.

How ironic, in consideration to the deal with the devil. The erection pressing against his backdoor brought Braxton back to reality. He clenched his ass, trying to block the intrusion.

“First time?” Matt asked with a glint of playfulness.

“Yes… I already told you.”

“No, you’ve told me it was the first time in this position. You’ve never told me if you’ve ever shoved something in there.”

“No! Never!”

“Have you ever wanted to try?”

“No, that’d be fuckin’ gay!”

“Not much gayer than just enjoying the company of a man, right?”

“It’s not the same thing at all!”

“Are you sure? Have you never felt this way from a man’s touch?”

Braxton thought back to his graduation party. That night, he had brought his ex Caroline — he was one of the few players to actually have a lover and not just some tagalong at their table. The evening had started pretty well until he noticed him once more. Even if he were not a member of their school or team anymore, that had been the last time he saw Richard.

The guy had decided to come back and check on his old team and friends, accompanying a girl. Maggie was definitely not a love interest, but just another single person who wanted someone to go to prom with. Upon seeing Richard that time, Braxton realized with envy that he had seemingly grown some more, now having to duck slightly to walk through a door. Moreover, the suit he wore looked rather tight on him, as if he had it tailored before this late growth spurt.

Braxton had never hung out with Maggie — several classmates believed she was a lesbo, hence why she’d have brought the other homosexual as her date. Their table was, against all odds, right next to Braxton’s. At first, the footballer ignored the fag a few feet away, but when his babe went to chat with her girl circle, Richard came and sat on her seat, catching up with his old teammates. Their laughs and anecdotes with the person he despised the most, Braxton left the boys and headed out.

The air of the night was warm, with a slight cool breeze to appease the heat. On the sidewalk, Braxton watched the passers-by. The wind did nothing to soothe him. He glanced at his phone, wondering if his girlfriend or anyone had texted him, but no one seemed to look for him. He scrolled Facebook when a voice took him out of his bubble.

“Been a while, hasn’t it?”

Braxton jumped and turned, noticing Richard standing next to him, smoking a cigarette — that was new. The man had thickened up as well, especially around the middle. That was probably a consequence from having his leg broken a year and a half ago, which made Braxton feel bad for… and still envy him somehow. The size fit him well. He even kept that charismatic smile and bright grey eyes. He had grown some stubble and he had let his hair fill out, giving him a face akin to Jason Momoa.

“Want a smoke?” Richard asked, showing him the pack.

“No… thanks.” Braxton grumbled, before returning on his phone.

A moment of silence lingered. The shorter man fumbled on the app before moving to snapchat. The giant never left his side. Braxton eyed him without a word, watching him puff his cigarette away.

“I forgive you.” Richard said, tapping the ash from the joint, looking down.

“Fuck off.”

“You know, Brax, I hated you too.” The man confided.

“I still don’t like you.”

“That’s still an improvement from hating me.”

“Is that why you’re here tonight, Rich? To get on my back?” Braxton railed.

There was no response. Pissed, Braxton shoved his phone in his pocket and turned to head inside when Richard put a hand on his shoulder. In normal times, the Running Back would have pushed the grip away, but he just stayed and glared at the giant. The massive mitt flushed him with a heat he’s not once felt before. On the field or with his pals, they were used to rough each other up like this. However, the strong hand of Richard on his shoulder, firm, had a passionate twinge to it.

“If you ever want to talk about… anything, Brax… you still have my number, right?”

Of course he still had — in the blocked contacts list. Braxton glared at him. Something on the giant’s face beamed with sympathy, almost pity. The shorter lad felt his heart sink at the realization that Richard was sincere and not just the asshole he wanted him to be. Braxton broke their gaze and was freed the grasp. The liberation left him cold, as if his black soul consumed him without the man’s warm contact. Richard puffed, his cigarette done.

“Call me or text me whenever you want. Would be fun to catch up again sometime.”

“I won’t. Just giving you a heads up.” Braxton demurred, heading back inside.

Braxton felt himself splitting in two. The monster cock had impaled him. He yelled in horrified pain. He was doing it. He was getting fucked — fucked by a giant. The angel and the demon on his shoulders grabbed to his pads for dear life. His body was tearing apart, starting from his ass, to the top. He tried to tough through the agony, thinking it couldn’t worsen. And still, it did. The apple-sized head of the cock had penetrated him, but there was about a foot more of penis yet to enter him.

“AHH! STOP! IT HURTS!” Braxton cried, tears running down his face, muddling his werewolf makeup.

“You wished this, Brax. You want to be big. Think about how massive you’ll be. How much praise and admiration younger gays will have toward their role model — toward you.”

“It… it hurts so fucking bad, man!” He whined, bracing himself and lowering his head between his forearms, his body shivering on its own.

“You’re doing fine, big guy.”

Braxton whimpered as it felt like one of his legs dislocated to give place to the monster within. The other limb followed suit. If it had not been for Matt holding tightly onto his hips, he would have collapsed to the ground. A few more inches pushed inside him. The footballer clenched his eyes shut, his knees slipping further aside without lowering him.

“I… I don’t want it anymore! Take it out!” He screamed.

The monster shifted over him, forcing several more inches in. The hips pulled back some. Matt leaned in and whispered into his ears:

“Too late.”

Then the top slammed his dick back in — not all the way. The thrusting motion started shaking Braxton, feeling his body ripping apart.

“NOOO! HELP!”

The beast burst into laughter, rigorously shoving its throbbing erection in and out of the overstretched ass. An ass that slowly but surely began sprouting hair all over.

“But you’ve told them to not look out for you!” Matt mocked.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’ve never wanted to hurt anyone! I’m so fucking sorry!” The bulky man bawled, face digging against the cold grass, his makeup more akin to mud by now.

“How does it feel to be helpless? To not have any leg to stand on and run?”

“Please! I’m sorry! I just… I just…”

“You just what?” The monster growled, hitting deeper.

The sloshing of his insides being pummelled made Braxton nauseous. His mouth opened, his face crisped yet slack at the same time. He began drooling, unable to formulate words anymore. He was losing consciousness. The incredible pain was getting too much for him. Just before Braxton knocked out, Matt gripped his shoulders firmly, pulling his sloppy stance upright… and a loud snap alerted him.

Braxton tried to yell. Just as his legs earlier, he felt one shoulder popped out its hinge. However, instead of falling down like a useless limb, Matt’s hand still kept it at the same level. Mirroring its twin, the other cracked, resulting in making the arm floppy as well.

“I’m gonna die! He’s splitting me up! I’m gonna die!” The lad mumbled, barely comprehensible.

“The old Braxton is going to die… so you can be reborn!” Matt exclaimed as his pelvis finally hit Braxton’s rump for the first time.

The footballer’s eyes snapped opened, the brown of his irises slowly shifting to a dark red. Pulling him against his jacked torso, both on their knees, Matt fucked him with renewed vigour. A burning sensation blossomed within Braxton as his uniform grew uncomfortably tight. His back crackled as he thought his spine was about to break in two.

Sensing the distress of the bottom, Matt let go of his shoulders to wrap him into his arms. While Braxton feared he would crumble apart the moment the monster released his grip, he realized this was not the case. Perplexed, he noticed his limbs were still attached to him. He could maneuver them albeit sluggishly. Furthermore, the burning he previously felt from his back and spine shifted — the suffering didn’t cease but the awareness of his body changing made the aching bearable.

“I’m… growing?” He pondered, excitement slowly replacing the dread.

“No pain, no gain, right?” Matt teased him.

“Fuck… fuck yeah!” Braxton growled with a rough outburst.

The footballer barked in laughter at the realization. His soft manhood throbbed to full mast in a few seconds. The feeling was keeping on coming and coming. The wider shoulders were pulling so hard against the uniform that the seams started to pop. The massive pectorals protruded up front with each breath intake. The ribcage followed suit and, like his whole skeleton, increased in size. The acknowledgment of his body packing on mass was alluring, addicting.

“You are going to protect the gays, right, Brax? Be a proper role model for them?”

“Yes! I will!” He growled blissfully, his eyes becoming redder by the second. “Just… make… me… BIGGER!”

Matt pushed the insatiable bottom back on all fours. The footballer had grown a foot taller, almost caught up with Matt’s size. And yet, the curse upon him fed on his compliance to change him further. The monstrous cock jackhammering his bowels did not hurt as much as before. Snarling with lust, Braxton hips started gyrating on their own, his throbbing erection trying to reel out — but also going in rhythm with the powertop behind him.

The jersey across his torso didn’t reach Brax’s midriff anymore. It began to tear on the front as well, looking more akin to a sports bra by the second. The footballer’s face widened with his frame, his mouth drooling as much as his dick. The more intensely his eyes glowed, the more his teeth changed into fangs. Simultaneously, his fat sausage-like fingers on the ground curled into the earth, lengthening and developing claws. His feet, bulging into his increasingly tight shoes, grew their own sets of deadly talons, which pierced the fabric. The breakthrough was all it took for the surging dawgs to free themselves.

Braxton relished his changes, egging them on. He wanted to be the biggest of those beasts. The biggest motherfucker to have ever roamed the Earth — a Paul Bunyan bear of a man. Matt had to keep adjusting himself to pound back at the growing giant. Whereas Braxton had been short to fuck at first, he was now exceeding his own size, his furry ass slowly rising taller.

Then, bliss. Braxton’s eyesight blurred and he saw the world from a new perspective. The once painful drilling of his titanic ass had reached greater heights he ever thought possible. Matt’s monster dong now kept hitting an unknown spot that filled his mind and body with ending satisfaction, so much that his growth came to a halt with it. His own erection started leaking precum like a faucet, coating the grass underneath him. If that’s what being gay was about… he could get used to that! Unconsciously, his ass pushed harder, his sphincter milking the massive boner within. 

The sudden paced squeezing around his cock made Matt gasp with surprise. He wouldn’t keep going for much longer before shooting up his changed bro’s hole. The footballer’s penis throbbed mightily, growing closer to the incoming ejaculation with each thrust, swelling a fraction of an inch bigger every time. Even his sack plumped, spreading out as cum churned irrationally fast within.

Without warning but a roar, Matt unloaded inside his friend’s ass. The pressure and intensity of the orgasm stuffing Braxton had him howling to the moon as his massive prick shot semen like a firehose. The flooding of Matt’s seed within him pushed the footballer’s body to greater heights, filling his stretched frame with insane amounts of dirty bulk. A layer of fat mingled with his overblown muscles, providing him an even more intimidating stature.

Braxton growled and punched the ground a few times as his bone density thickened. His middle paunch throbbed and swelled, giving him with way more padding than he would have ever needed to play Running Back, more befitting for a linebacker instead. As the orgasm finally ebbed down, Matt fell on top of the gigantic bear’s back. The Latino rested on the soft carpet of hair Braxton had grown all over — except, ironically, on his still shaved head.

The brute collapsed on the grass himself, before rolling to the side and pulling away from Matt’s shrinking monster cock. Despite being notably taller than the athletic Latino, Braxton’s penis did not match his, lengthwise, but beat him in girth. Additionally, while Matt’s own dick diminished, Braxton’s manhood kept most of its foot-long size, a shower rather than a grower. Matt cuddled up to him, wrapping an arm around the massive ballgut. The gymnast looked ironically small next to the almost nine-foot-tall behemoth of a bear.

“Avenge the gays.” Braxton grinned, panting, more than satisfied with his decision. “Convert the homophobes — until there are none.”

Synopsis: Ten young, homophobic adults gather for Halloween. Two of them are missing. No matter how much you run away, the bitterness of denial lingers eternally within repressed memories.

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~ Sunday, November 1st, 2020 — 12:00 AM ~

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Theodore smiled smugly as he walked back to the shed. His legs still felt a bit shaky after such an orgasm, but it was more than worth it. A shiver ran down his spine as a breeze gently grazed past him, making him to tighten the warm clothes around him. He was actually glad wearing these ample wizard robes on this chilly evening. He was almost back to the shack when a looming shadow appeared near his destination, holding a weak fire. On his guard, Theo shut his flashlight and stopped moving forward. Furtively, he looked for some place to hide. With barely any hot spot at first glance, he simply mellowed slowly against the shadows of the mansion’s walls. From this particular angle, the moonlight wouldn’t give his position right away.

The steps of the dark figure got closer until the lantern illuminated the individual — Sebastian. With a sigh, the short lad moved out of his hiding spot, pointing his flashlight on him. Oddly enough, he wasn’t wearing the same clothes as earlier — he looked more akin to a blue-collar rather than a lumberjack with the orange jacket. Nevertheless, the wizard shrugged it off.

“Hey, bro! What are you doing out here?” Theo asked with a smirk.

“Theo, man! Where were you at? Took you long enough to piss, huh?” Seb spoke back, surprised by his friend appearing out of nowhere.

“Oh, right. Yeah. Well, it was a bit chilly out here, so I went back inside instead.” The guy explained, breaking their shared look to play with his eyeglasses — they were dirty.

A short silence lingered on. Sebastian glared at his friend. Something felt off, but he shrugged it off, figuring he should change the subject. He didn’t exactly want to chat about his previous whereabouts either.

“Did you see Jen?”

“No, I didn’t.” Theo replied, frowning his eyebrows this time. “Should I have?”

“Just asking, man. She still hasn’t come back.”

“Really? I thought she wanted to do nail stuff with Mathy.”

“I dunno, dude. You know, girls and their things…”

Both guys chuckled at that.

“Where’s Mathy, by the way? Did she stay in the shed?”

“Yeah, she was getting tired, so I’ll let her nap a bit.”

Theo’s face suddenly paled, which didn’t go unnoticed by his pal.

“Don’t worry, man.” Sebastian reassured. “I’m gonna check on her every once in a while to make sure she’s fine.”

“If you say so, bro. I’ve got a bad feeling about all this. Do you too, or am I just paranoid?”

“No, I get it, man. We just gotta stay on our guards.”

“Yeah…”

“Yeah…”

Another silence occurred. The two men couldn’t bear looking at each other this time, diverting their glances.

“Wanna go check on her, man?” Sebastian asked.

“Who?”

“Your girlfriend.”

“I repeat: who?” Theo said, a wide grin betraying his seriousness.

“The one you brought here tonight.”

“Oh! That one!”

“You’re a jackass, dude.” Seb snickered.

“Maybe, but the girls love my jackass cock, bro.”

“It just looks big cause you’re short, dude.”

“If it gets me the ladies, what’s the harm?”

“Anyway, let’s go for my car.”

“Hopefully, Jen did not leave us on foot.”

“Then she would lose the game.”

“Just like your snoring babe, Seb.”

“Our girls are helpless.” The tall lumberjack chuckled.

“Girls are helpless. Period.”

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~ Sunday, November 1st, 2020 — 12:15 AM ~

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“Do you guys think… that thing got to Asher before us?” Dimitri pondered, feeling his stomach sink at the idea.

“I… I don’t know…” Larry mumbled, remorse filling his face. “Oh God… I shouldn’t have left him go alone…”

“First, let’s not think about that until we’re certain about what happened to Asher!” Victor cut off, leading the gloomy quartet, puffing his chest like the superhero he interpreted. “We gotta get out of here before that thing tears us apart! Let’s leave, and come back tomorrow when the sun is high!”

“We can’t!” Larry blurted out, eyes vitreous. “We can’t leave the grounds!”

“Or else what? They’ll send that bear after us?” Victor mocked. “Dimi’s got a gun! If anything chases us down, we’ll shoot it before it lands a single claw on any of us.”

“Unless you are the faker?” Braxton growled at Larry. “Are you the fuckin’ snitch who’s set this all up tonight?!”

“What?!” The gamer cried out, visibly insulted. “I’m no snitch whatsoever, dumbass!”

“That’s what the imposter would say.” The footballer nagged. “What a fuckin’ FAG would—”

“First, anybody with some common sense would say that! Two, I had a shit ton of plans online tonight! I wouldn’t have decided to suddenly fuck up my night to play silly hide-and-seek games with you, fuckers!”

“ENOUGH!” The host shouted, stepping in between the fight. “Brax, leave my brother alone! Lar, calm the fuck down!”

“He’s the one who…”

“Shut up!” The big brother asserted. “Let’s make it out of here before…”

The beast tackled through the pipes room door. The four young men yelled and swore profanities at the sudden but expected outburst. Larry ran away first, going for the door facing the breaker entrance.

“Run, guys! Don’t stay there!” The younger brother screamed.

Braxton pulled at Victor’s shoulder to get him out of the thing’s range. However, the towering creature’s eyes shifted toward the firearm wielder. A malicious grin grew on the giant’s smile, showing its pearly white fangs.

“This is for Asher!” Dimitri cried as he aimed his gun toward the monster.

The weapon fired.

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~ Sunday, November 1st, 2020 — 12:15 AM ~

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Jennifer was nowhere to be found. The car — still in the driveway — was empty. While Sebastian looked out for her through the window, Theodore looked briefly before swaying away. The doors were still locked, giving no insight if the fairy had come here earlier.

“Doesn’t look like she’s been here.”

“Well, her kit doesn’t look like there anymore.” Theo shrugged. “Maybe she took it inside to our room?”

“Dude, are you hiding something from me?” Seb asked, triggered by the reactions of his friend.

“You’re my best bro, Seb! I wouldn’t!”

“Right, but you don’t have to guts to tell Jen about your ‘tutoring lessons’ with Hope, Brittany and whoever else, huh?”

“Not so loud, bro!” Theo hushed, blushing red at the accusation.

“Theodore James, YOU are the one making a scene.” Seb rolled his eyes. “And if it’d been any other night, I would not have cared — you know me. But with a faker among us, we can’t be too sure about anything tonight.”

“What? Are you telling me you think I AM the faker, bro? Bro…”

“There’s been some weird shit going on earlier, so don’t ‘bro’ me like that, dude.”

“I can’t believe it, Seb. You’re turning down on me, now? Is it because I tutored Mathy last year in History? Cause I can assure you nothing ever happened between the two of us, bro. That, I swear!”

“No, and no, and no! I already know Mathy doesn’t go for tiny guys. I’m sorry, bro. You’re right. I’m just confused with what’s going on tonight. That’s all.”

“Eh… if one’s gotta be paranoid, Seb, it’s me, bro. You didn’t do weird shit at all, bro. You’re like… the perfect A angel. Besides… even fags have the hot for you!”

The two men burst into laugher, roughing each other up with playful punches until they stopped it out. A chillier breeze flew by and the lumberjack-now-blue-collar shivered, the orange vest doing very little to warm him up. The quivering didn’t go unnoticed by Theodore, feeling bad for his half-naked friend on such an unusually cold night.

“Alright, bro. Let’s check out on Jen inside. Maybe she did go inside.”

Sebastian nodded and the two of them left the vehicle in the driveway to head for the mansion.

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~ Sunday, November 1st, 2020 — 12:15 AM ~

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Wesley had a conscious dream. Smoking weed had the effect of putting him into a trance after the third fag, where he was still awake, but could also hallucinate or envision thoughts and memories. Sprawled on the couch by the undying fireplace, he imagined the darkness of the room seeping away, filled with pure soothing light — a bright radiant sun in a cloudless sky, shining on Austin City and its surrounding towns. The thoughts of his first day to Middle School in a whole new neighbourhood, the stress with it, came back to him. Wesley watched over himself in these days.

After his father had lost his job as an engineering operator, he fell into depression and drown into alcoholism. Wes’s parents would yell at each other at night, keeping him awake for hours rather than sleeping through. His mother eventually vanished, leaving him with an abusive and violent dad who did not even know how to wash clothes or how to make dinner. Each time he saw himself walk on the way to school, the dark bags around his eyes grew more pronounced. His modest garments became messier and dirtier, smellier. He remembered how people used to mock and humiliate him further for his appearance. Piggy-Wes was a nickname that haunted him for years.

As much as he could, Wesley tried to live through these hard times, connecting with his friend Seb only via Facebook and Kik. He didn’t tell him everything, hoping not to screw their bond with his negativity — but also because he feared his father’s reaction if he read their exchanges. Hugo Gibbs was the first person he’s considered a friend in his new neighbour. They met in High School, by the fence wrapping around the perimeter. Since he didn’t want to hear the other teens make fun of Piggy-Wes, he used to eat the few bologna slices for lunch outside.

Hugo was a marginal kid. He dyed his hair, had more piercings on his face alone than he had digits and was smoking weed daily. He was a sophomore when they met, but was actually three years older than Wes — Hugo had repeated junior year. He was the first to let Wesley know he didn’t mind his dirtiness since his nose didn’t catch on most smells. He offered Wes his first fag and told the solitary freshman that smoking like him would eventually wear off the reeking musk.

Doing drugs did not only cover his stink, but made him lose fat fast. While not obese by any means, he had always been chubbier than most of his male classmates. By junior year, he had shed off most of his excess weight. He had started drinking with his new older friends, taking pleasure at disobeying his father’s curfew at night. His grades went down as he lingered with the nonchalant Hugo and his crew.

Wesley squirmed into the cushions by the crackling fire in the chimney, the outdated memories flowing in front of him like an unstoppable movie.

He remembered the evening in Hugo’s apartment. The two of them had had a blast that day — skipping school, stealing chips and candies from a store before getting drunk. They were both lounging — Wesley on the futon, Hugo on his bed — and watching TV. Wesley complained about probably failing junior year as well. Hugo, who started Senior year earlier that year, had altogether just dropped out, fed up with academics.

The audacity of his friend had Wesley admiring him. Hugo was so confident and extrovert. He aspired to become like this man, someday. That very night, in lieu of both beating off to porn like Hugo usually suggested, the punk asked if Wesley would be interested in smoking on his “personal fag” instead. Until that moment, no homosexual thoughts had made him curious enough to conceive something of the sort. The names Hugo called him back then still haunted him to this day.

“Queer.”

“Cutie.”

“Faggot.”

“Babe.”

“Homo.”

“Hun.”

None of the bashful terms came out as derogatory or mean, but as teasings. Wesley, who trusted Hugo with his life, complied to his older pal’s request — whom, then, reciprocated. He didn’t hate it. If anything, Wesley had loved it. It was way past midnight, both of them naked under Hugo’s sheets, when Wes decided on leaving.

“Stay, Wes.”

The high, but oh so masculine, voice of Hugo demanded him. Past and present muddled together, tears ran down on Wes’s cheeks.

“I can’t. My dad wanted me home by midnight and it’s 3 now.” Both Wesleys said in chorus.

“Don’t go back there. Stay with me, Wes. Here, just you and me.”

“I… I can’t. See you tomorrow, Hugo.”

They never saw each other again. Wes’s hair stood still on his arms as he reimagined the scene when he got home. His drunk father waited for him with a baseball bat. Wes had learned to bluff in front of him, but the man caught up a new smell around his son — mainly his breath.

“I ain’t gonna have a shit ass queer for a son!” The words repeated before Wes’s screams and pleas echoed through the neighbourhood.

Wes spent a few days in the hospital, learning afterward from his dad that he had taken care of Hugo. Since then, when his paternal noticed him weeping or thinking back to his friend, a new beating ensued. Wesley grew to hate him — Hugo. All of these beatings happened only because Hugo had forced himself on him — exploited his young vulnerable self. And yet, every time Wesley remembered that scene, he hurt himself up for it. He longed for that part of him to die with Hugo, to get rid of this heartache he constantly felt after that faithful night.

He didn’t even know who Oliver McClay really was. Wesley was a sophomore and he had heard about this younger student being a fag. The same part of him who wanted to kill himself targeted the homosexual and unleashed its own built-up rage against him. He had heard of the consequences his behaviour brought and, instead of facing the implications, he dropped out, a week before his 18th birthday.

Present-Wesley realized his joint was done. The images of his past were still vivid, but the stoner had enough strength to jerk the fag into the fireplace.

“Happy thoughts?” A distant voice echoed to his ears.

It took the smoker a moment to focus on the voice provenance, his vision clouded by the drug’s haze. His eyes settled on a giant silhouette by the double doors of the living room. The figure walked closer, holding a glowing object in its hand.

“Seb? Buddy, is that you?” The stoner asked, the image still somewhat blurry.

“Damn, that’s what you call being caught with pants down!” A more energetic voice added, grabbing a blinding light.

Wesley’s focus shifted a little, Sebastian and Theodore’s frames standing out more and more. The mocking sneer of the smaller guy was bursting his eardrums, as if they were combined to the countless laughter of the other kids in Middle School. Wesley shook his head to clear the disturbing thoughts. He tried to bring his hands to rub his face, only to realize he had one of them down his pants, wrapped around his softening manhood.

“Fuck! Dammit!” The stoner burst out, pulling his hand out and adopting a sitting position rather than lying.

His movements were slow and disoriented, as if he had forgotten what gravity was. He heard brief chuckles and some bickering, but instead on focussing on whatever they said or do, Wesley simply shut his eyes and lowered his head, a dull aching hitting it all of a sudden. He came to when a hand grabbed his shoulder. Wes shook it off and used his own to push it away.

“Fuck off, guys. Leave me alone.” He grumbled, pulling his pulsating head in his palms, feeling as if it might explode any seconds.

“Calm down, man. It’s me, Seb.”

“Go away, Seb. I was doing well by myself.”

“We definitely saw that.” Theo chirped in mischievously.

“Theo, can you fetch Wes some water, man?”

“Alright, alright.” The short lad complied, raising both hands in defeat. “Just don’t make it too gay while I’m gone!”

As the steps of the annoying nerd left the room, Wes felt his friend roughly rub his shoulder.

“What’s going on, man?” Seb asked him, concern written all over his face. “Is everything all right?”

“I’m fine, dude. Just been thinking about stuff.”

“It’s all good, man. Don’t bother about it. Theo’s quirky here and then, but he’s a good guy.”

“He’s still a nerd.” The stoner snarked.

Sebastian shook his shoulder while chuckling, bringing his friend to laugh as well.

“Come, Wes.”

“Stay, Wes.”

“What?” Wesley muttered, eyes snapping open in confusion.

“Don’t stay back here.”

“Don’t go back there.”

“Come with us, Wes.”

“Stay with me, Wes.”

Wesley’s face turned pale white, as if he just saw a ghost. Sebastian seemed to dematerialize before his eyes, changing into Hugo instead.

“I… I can’t…” The stoner spoke emptily.

“What?” Sebastian’s voice suddenly asked back, breaking the imagery.

“Here, drink this, bro.” Theo offered him a tall glass of water.

“Do you need painkillers too, man?” Seb added. “Jenny’s brought some if you need any, man.”

“I’ll be fine.” Wes mumbled, taking the water against his own will. “Just… leave me alone for a while. Is it too much to ask?”

His childhood friend looked at him with downheartedness. He gave him one last shoulder grip and stood up. Just as Theo and Seb were about to blend back into the darkness, he heard them ask:

“By the way, have you seen Jennifer, Wes?”

To which he answered: “No, I have not” before basking disconnected with reality, plunging back within his memories.

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~ Sunday, November 1st, 2020 — 12:30 AM ~

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The beast let out a terrifying roar as the bullet hit its chest. A crimson-red glow appeared at the place the pellet touched the furry flesh, without even piercing through. Like a rippling effect, the light spread quickly all across the brute’s body, making it lurch and evolve even more into a monster. Its shoulders and stance cracked in a sickening way, widening considerably. Its humanoid clawed feet surged again in size, bearing more and more resemblance to mighty bear paws. The dense red hair covering the creature thickened further, making it look part-Wookie to some extent. The bullet, clinging to the skin, did not pierce through but dissipated into ashes.

“ThatHURT!” The monster growled.

“The… the fuck?!” Dimitri exclaimed in shock, surprised by the beast talking just as much by the dusted ammunition.

Having nowhere to run to, the host grabbed the bookshelf that priorly blocked his way out of the breaker and knocked it down onto the giant. Files and boxes fell on the creature and the lad used the slight distraction to jump over the desk, scattering countless papers all around the dark room.

“Come on, Dimi!” Victor encouraged him to get into the other room — the reunion room.

After shutting the door closed and bypassing the table, the four young men barged into the bar where the beast previously ravaged the liquor shelves. Upon noticing the destroyed displays that his parents showed off to their friends and colleagues, Dimitri feared the future wrath Larry and himself would receive from their folks — dying to a Wookie didn’t look so bad after all, then.

“AHHH!” Larry groaned in pain, slipping and dropping the pumpkin on the floor, its light stifling off.

“Hush!” Braxton hissed until he realized what just happened.

“My foot!” The lad moaned, trying to keep balance while standing on a single foot.

Dimitri used his flashlight to look at his brother’s foot, bleeding abundantly — a glass shard stuck in it.

“What did you do?!” The older sibling asked, unable to hide the panic in his voice.

“The glass!” The footballer hit his own head in reminiscence. “Careful, there’s broken glass all over the floor!”

Dimitri moved his light for the ground, noticing many bottles of booze and liquor shattered all over the place. He considered himself lucky in that instant to wear his dad’s boots. Even if they were undersized for him, it was a price he didn’t mind to pay rather than have a piece of glass go through his foot.

“Why are you barefoot?!” Dimitri exasperated.

The host suddenly glanced back at the meeting room as something loud broke down in there. The imminent thuds of the beast grew closer to their emplacement.

“I was in my room! Why would I have—…?” Larry started, the stinging pain clouding his judgment.

“Let’s go!” Braxton commanded, grabbing the injured guy onto his shoulder and leading the way back into the theatre.

Larry gasped, taken aback by the footballer’s sudden altruistic action. While Braxton was strong, carrying the wounded brother proved no easy feat. The rush of adrenaline probably contributed to why he could lift him without too much difficulty. The quartet barely made it in the next room when the monster caught up with it.

“Stop right there!” Its powerful voice boomed in the darkness.

“Make one more step and I’ll shoot you—…!” The cowboy warned, targeting for the head.

“Are you really going to shoot your best bro again, Dimi?” The beast heckled with a mocking laugh.

“W— what?!” Dimitri exclaimed in shock, lowering his aim.

“Don’t listen to him!” Victor shouted.

“Oh, will you shut up, Vic!” The creature growled in annoyance, approaching the superhero.

“Don’t you move!” The host ordered, stepping in between them and threatening the red monster with his shotgun. “What did you do to Asher?!”

“Haven’t you figured it out yet, bro? I amAsher.”

“That’s… that’s impossible!” Dimitri cried, starting to tremble. “You’re notAsher!”

And yet, the longer he looked at the massive bear of a man, the more Dimitri could see bits of his missing friend into him. The red fur, the bushy beard, the stance, the playful expression… the cowboy shook his head, aiming for the monster’s face once more.

“YouCAN’T be Asher!” He denied, his very core on the brink of surrendering to tears.

“Wait, Dimi!” Braxton intervened before turning back to the proclaimed missing friend. “If… this is really Asher… then that means, Asher was the imposter all along, right?”

The three other men looked the accuser when the beast burst with laughter.

“And why would that be me, Brax?” It mocked.

“You… you turned into this… werewolf or bear thing!” He blurted out, feeling cheated on. “You were the fucking queer all along!”

Asher’s chuckling grew sour and his smirk faltered. How ironic of the werewolf footballer to call him that way.

“Are you really that stupid, bro?” The monster snarked. “Even if I knew who the imposter was, I would not tell any of your dumb homophobic asses!”

“A— Asher! We gotta cooperate! What happened to you? How… how can we turn you back to normal?” Dimitri asked.

“I have been turned by the imposter — I lost the game.” He answered with a toothy grin. “Perhaps you’ll learn a lesson or two when you’ll lose as well!”

“That’s enough!” Braxton shouted.

The footballer put the agonizing Larry on a theatre seat and went for the host. He tried taking his gun away, intent on using it on the monster proclaiming to be Asher.

“Stop it, Brax!” Dimitri struggled.

“That thing’s tricking with us! It’s not Asher!”

“Wait! We don’t know! Maybe it’s…”

“You’re too naive, Dimi! Hand me your gun!”

“No!”

The fighting men tumbled on top of one another, wrestling for the firearm. Their fall resulted in detonating a shot across the room.

“Stop it, guys!” Larry pleaded. “Victor! Stop them! Do something!”

The weapon rested on the floor next to the tackling boys, hitting at each other with fists. Victor, scared to look away from the monster, tried telling the battling men to cease bickering — to no avail. The door leading upstairs suddenly opened drastically, two figures coming in.

“What’s going on, here?” Theodore called, barging inside first.

“Guys, what are you doing?” Sebastian asked, noticing the two buddies roughing each other up on the ground.

“It’s Asher! The monster’s Asher!” Dimitri cried, spiting some blood.

“No, it’s not! We gotta kill it before it kills us too!” Braxton chimed in, his nose bleeding out on top of his childhood friend.

“Monster?” Theo gasped, looking around.

“There!” Victor pointed toward the bar’s door.

But there was no more such thing. The creature which had called itself Asher was gone.

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~ Sunday, November 1st, 2020 — 12:50 AM ~

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Wesley couldn’t believe how much of a dumbass he made himself look like in front of the guys — especially in front of his childhood friend Sebastian. He chuckled at his own self, he was a whole joke on itself after all. He glanced back at his stash on the short table and wondered if he should make another joint still. As much as he hated his past with Hugo, smoking weed was part of a secret yet forbidden pleasure he longed for. After a few puffs, the flow of memories that assailed him soothed him in remembering the bliss from that night.

He heard a loud banging sound, like a detonation. The noise plunged him back into his recollections, to the time his father threatened to take his life with a gun. The scenery changed to another one, completely imaginary, where he saw Oliver McClay standing in front of him, in some unknown room. The teen was the epitome of the fag stereotype — his feminine features and clean hairless skin were complemented with blue eyes and dyed blond hair. His plump lips called for sucking cock and the stiff yet awkward grin of him cried for the annoying gay lisping. Wes wanted to bang his head on the wall, to obliterate every part of the queer that reminded him of his secret.

And yet, when he saw the guy raise a gun to his own temple, an afflicting emptiness filled the stoner. In a futile attempt to prevent the incoming suicide, Wesley tripped and fell from the couch as a detonation echoed once again in his mind. He began to sob uncontrollably. He was used to seeing these haunted visions when he smoked, but somehow they hit harder and more painfully tonight. Was it because of how he had been outed as a murderer earlier in front of his friends? He’s always hated the homosexuals since his father’s beating, yet there was one thing he detested above them all — himself. He had tried to believe the death of Oliver would bring him some peace, as if he had killed the very part of himself he despised from it.

But no — it was still there. Deep down, he had loved Hugo. If he had just one more chance, a way to go back in time and, this time, stay rather than leave, he would do it in a heartbeat. Each moment he sank into these visions, he had hoped to finally overcome this profoundly rooted fear of staying.

“Why are you crying, Wes?” Hugo’s voice asked.

“Fuck you! I’m not crying!”

“Could have fooled me. What’s going on, Wes?”

“I… I wanted to stay.” He sobbed, his eyes wet and unfocussed. “I’m… I’m tired of running away! Of running from you! Of running from myself!”

“…then, stay with me, Wes.” The voice said.

Wesley burst into tears and dropped to his knees. He clutched at Hugo’s legs, their warmth comforting him.

“I’ve… I’ve always wanted to be with you! I was young and stupid! Will you ever forgive me, bro?”

“I’m not the one you have to apologize to, Wes.”

“You… you’re right. I should forgive… myself.”

No answer, but the hands of his imaginary lover caressed his mop of dirty hair.

“I just… I just want to lay there with you. To fool around, get drunk, watch movies, smoke fags… I just want to be with you, Hugo. Like in the good old times…”

“Do… you want to smoke on my fag, bro?”

“That’s so gay, bro…” Wes actually chuckled at their past reference. “But for you, I’d do anything, Hugo.”

“…then get going, bro. No homo, right?” The voice chuckled.

“Right. No homo, bro.”

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~ Sunday, November 1st, 2020 — 1:00 AM ~

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Jennifer checked her delicate nails with a wide smile across her face. The new polish she’s applied earlier was finally dried up. The pumpkins and ghost patterns she alternated between her fingers looked gorgeous. Sitting on the bed in the guest room she would have shared with Theo for their stay, she had been following the latest Elle magazine she had bought for her nightly read before sleep. The time it took to dry her nail polish was inexorably long, but at least she had her book to entertain herself, in the meantime.

Deciding to take a moment to appreciate the view of her 20 painted nails in a large mirror, she entered the bathroom next door. Lantern in hand, it actually proved to be easier to maneuver and do her things rather than holding a flashlight.

“I’m such a genius!” She mumbled to herself with a smug smile.

Upon seeing her body in the glass, she was greeted with a surprise, however. Her bulb-like hair didn’t retain its shape and had deflated into some awkward, flattop, poison mushroom.

“So much for having a good time, huh?” She commented.

She hadn’t thought of how hot she could get when having fun. She tried to pull the form back up, but there was nothing to do. She would need more hairspray for that, which was in the first-floor bathroom while she was on the second. She didn’t want to walk by stoned Wes again. However, she also figured the man was probably harmless anyway with that much drug in him. She knew how to defend herself anyway if anything went wrong.

Jennifer grabbed the lantern on the counter and headed out to the hall’s mezzanine. She descended the steps, holding her light and humming an improvised tune when moving shadows and odd noises caught her attention in the living room. The double doors were ajar and the sounds that came from there were definitely intriguing. She actually could have gone directly for her destination under the staircase, but her curiosity took the best out of her.

Softly, she approached the doors and peeked inside the room. To prevent a loud gasp, she blocked her mouth with her free hand. There, by the fireplace, Wes was on his knees… giving a blowjob to a gigantic creature. Moreover, as she witnessed the devious scenery before her, she saw Wesley’s body changing — mostly growing.

The man filled his ample costume, then passed it still. The zombie clothes, already damaged when Wesley arrived, tore further, exposing parts of his slim but increasingly hairy build. The watch around his wrist snapped and fell to the ground in a dim clatter. His forearms and biceps inflated like pumped balloons. Wesley’s back stretched in all directions, especially upward. Whereas the red-hair monster receiving a blowjob appeared about seven feet tall, in comparison to the nearby doorframe, the one on its knees slowly had to lean more as it picked on a staggering height. The old tramp jacket split across the upper seams, revealing how broad Wesley’s shoulders were getting.

The overused sneakers around the lanky giant’s feet burst, attaining a size that would rival a basketball player’s. As they reached further on the ground — thanks to the lengthening shins — , Jennifer gasped in horror at the growing menacing claws jutting out of each toe, scraping the floorboards of the living room. The audible screeching made by these only made her slowly falter with unease. The groans of the standing monster intensified, becoming louder and more demanding. He was about to cum.

Jennifer watched silently the scene unfolding before her eyes — it looked as if it came from a nightmare. With a powerful growl, the burly behemoth ejaculated. The one on its knees moaned through the oversized organ that filled his mouth. Copious amounts of semen dribbled on the floor, the dripping echoing in the room with rallentando.

Feeling enough sober to know she was not imagining things, Jennifer understood. This wasn’t just a silly game anymore. This whole thing was real. And anyone who would lose would eventually turn into a monster like these. The massive red furred beast pulled out from the now gigantic but still slender Wesley, whose eyes shone scarlet with the same devilish aura.

“Avenge the gays!” Wesley cheered with a new, deeper timber. “Convert the homophobes — until there are none!”

Synopsis:Ten young, homophobic adults gather for Halloween. The Game has started. Opinions and ideas diverge. They separate into three groups. They separate even further until most of them are alone by themselves… when IT strikes.

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~ Saturday, October 31st, 2020 — 10:10 PM ~

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The bewilderment of the party members left them speechless for a few seconds. The sound of the crackling fire filled up the agonizing silence for a few moments as Theodore frustratingly tried to reopen his phone. There was nothing to do — the battery was dead. Asher was the first to actually do something.

“HA! Who set this all up? This ain’t funny, not at all! This is borderline creepy!” The redhead shouted.

“Did you set this up?” Dimitri turned at his junior, shaking his shoulders aggressively.

“Fuck off, bro! I have a fucking raid in five minutes! Why in hell would I even shut the breaker! My station! Fuck!” The younger brother cried in despair as he tried pulling free from Dimitri’s grip.

“You don’t go anywhere!” Dimitri ordered, roughing him up before turning to the other people in the room. “WHO did this?!”

“Calm down, Dimitri.” Sebastian spoke.

“I can’t!” He retorted, grabbing onto the shotgun he used with his cowboy costume. “If someone’s gonna crash my party, I’m gonna make him regret being born!”

“Dude, you’re overreacting…” Theo managed to say before he heard the charging of the gun.

“Don’t you dare telling me I’m overreacting!” The host vociferated. “Someone comes here, shuts down the music and the party, then humiliates each one of us by telling how much of a dick we apparently are?! That screams like some fucking set up!”

“Let’s just think a minute, dude!” The short wizard said, raising his arms to appease the tension. “Where’s the breaker?”

“In the basement.” Both brothers answered at the same time.

“All of us — all ten of us — were here when the current shut down! That means…” He exclaimed.

“That means… that none of us could have done the blackout, right?” Braxton said, his mellow voice ebbing down with the question.

“Exactly.” Theo nodded.

“Then… that also means… there should be someone downstairs.” Asher deducted.

“That’s pathetic.”

All eyes turned to Wesley, lying on the couch by the fire, another fag between his lips. The makeup on his face made him actually look even more like an undead person under the dim light.

“Why do you say that, Wes?” Jennifer asked.

“The voice, the blackout… all of you, even!” The stoner sighed, shaking his head. “If that guy tried to make us feel bad for what we did, he ain’t done nothing on me.”

“Dude… the guy you bullied actually KILLED himself!” Asher blurted out in astonishment.

“One less fag in the world — that’s for the better if you ask me.”

“Whatever, dude.” The beer-bellied marine muttered, before turning to Dimitri. “We should go check on the breaker, man.”

“And check how? We don’t have any lights!” Dimitri reminded them.

“Are we sure all our phones are dead?” Victor asked.

One by one, each of them attempted to use their own mobiles, but to no avail. Apparently, the one who set them up had somehow taken care to limit their resources in some sick way.

“But… my phone was new!” Jennifer cried, trying to turn it back on, tears welling in her eyes. “I really hope this fucker didn’t break my phone!”

“Wait! I’ve got an idea! My charger is in the bathroom!” Mathilda spoke, attempting to walk, but feeling woozy after the earlier fall and the alcohol kicking in.

“Mathy, babe, there’s no current.” Sebastian reminded her, with a smirk she could barely see in the shadows.

“Huh? Oh… right.”

“Wow. Good job, Mathy!” Victor chuckled at her, unconsciously posing and flexing.

“Shut up! I’m just tired, that’s all!” She fumed, rubbing her hurting side from when she fell earlier.

“That’s what she said!” Braxton and Victor shot in unison before laughing.

“Do you have any flashlights in here, anywhere, Dimi?” Sebastian asked.

“I think there’s one or two in the basement, actually.” Larry answered first, scratching his head.

“Yeah, that, and there’s some oil lanterns in the shed from when we were camping.” Dimitri added.

“Do you guys have candles too?” Jennifer inquired.

“Now that you mention it — there’s candles in the pumpkin decorations in the hall, right, Dimi?” Asher remembered.

“That’s right! Okay, here’s the plan: I’ll grab one of those and head downstairs to check on the breaker.” Dimitri stated. “Larry and Wes, could you guys get in the shed outside for the lamps and bring them inside in case we need them?”

“No way I’m going into that shed! I’d rather check on my stuff first! If someone’s in the basement, I don’t want anyone to steal my stuff!” Larry refused.

“It’s the thing past the pool, right?” Sebastian asked. “I could head there, I think I’ve seen them before. They’re the metal ones with the creaky handles, right?”

“I’m not going.” Wesley rejected, not even looking at them, lying lazily on the couch, his dirty boots on the cushions.

“What now?” Dimitri sighed in exasperation.

“You guys can do whatever you fucking want, I’m not taking part in any of this.”

“Dude, what the fuck!” Sebastian frowned at his carefree stoner friend.

“This is all the big joke of some fuckin’ queer who thinks can outsmart us by making us feel sorry for him. Not takin’ any part in this lame-ass stupid game, no thanks. No shame, no regrets in my actions.”

“I gotta agree with Wes on that.” Victor complied. “This looks like just a fag trying to make fun of us.”

“Dude, if you’re gonna stay here too, I think I’ll stick here as well.” Braxton smirked at his buddy Victor.

“Whether it’s true or not, we gotta put the current back on or else that’s the end of the night. I don’t know about you, guys, but 10 PM is pretty early to end the party!”

“Alright, who goes where, now? I’m lost.” Mathilda admitted, looking at them, hoping for a simple answer.

“Look, I’m gonna check on the breaker downstairs.” Dimitri said.

“I’m coming with you.” Asher added, seconded by Larry who also wanted to check on his belongings.

“Theo, are you coming with me?” Seb asked his short buddy.

“Yeah, sure.” Theo shrugged.

“Umm… if we’re gonna stay alone in the dark with Brax, Wes and Vic, I think, we’ll come with you too, guys.” Jennifer spoke, gesturing herself and Mathilda to their boyfriends.

“What? Don’t tell me you’re scared a wolf might eat you? Aroo! Aroooo!” Braxton teased.

“Wouldn’t you feel safer with Captain ’Murica, girls?” Victor enticed, flexing both biceps in the light of the fireplace for the girls.

“On second thought—…”

“C’mon, Mathy, let’s join our boys!” Jenny pulled Mathilda away, following their boyfriends heading for the hall.

After the brothers and Asher each took a basketball-sized illuminated pumpkin from the entrance, they parted ways with the inseparable quartet, leaving the stoner and the two jocks in the living room.

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~ Saturday, October 31st, 2020 — 10:30 PM ~

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“You should have gone with Seb instead, Lar.” Dimitri told him as the trio walked down the stairs.

“Bro, if there’s someone who’s touched my stuff, I’m gonna cut his hands myself.” Larry murmured, showing his knife for emphasis.

“Yeah, but Dimi’s got a gun, Lar. He would have been good with any intruder.” Asher insisted.

On the bottom floor, Dimitri, leading the way, opened the wide wooden door and the trio proceeded into the main room — the theatre room. It was supposed to be used later that night for a Halloween movie marathon after midnight, but the sharp turn of events made that plan very unlikely. The light of the pumpkin didn’t diffuse much into the place, giving their peripheral vision a rather limited radius. The few seating rows that would face the gigantic TV on the farther left wall should have been only a few feet away — and yet, they barely showed in the dimmed room.

Somewhere in the basement, a door suddenly closed loudly, eliciting a jump scare from the younger brother.

“Gee, calm the fuck down!” Dimitri whispered to his junior in annoyance.

“Not so much of a man after all, huh?” The redhead teased.

“Fuck you, guys!”

At the bottom of the stairs, the trio looked around for any clue, even if just hearing somebody walking. Yet, nothing seemed out of the ordinary at first. No sound, no sight… just an eerie coolness lingering in the darkness.

“Where did you think that came from?” Asher asked with a low voice.

“From the breaker room, obviou—…”

SLAM.

Another door slammed shut, on the opposite side of the basement. And a new one across the theatre room. Finally, the massive wooden one right behind them closed drastically.

“What’s going on?!” Larry panicked, holding onto his knife for dear life.

“Shut it, Lar!” Dimitri snapped, putting the pumpkin down and aiming his shotgun at the omnipresent darkness.

“You don’t get it, do you?” His brother snarked back. “This doesn’t look much like a prank anymore! There’s some paranormal shit going on!”

“You’ve been playing too many games, Lar.” Dimitri asserted.

“Yeah, I think you’re exaggerating, dude.” Asher supported.

“How do you explain the fire in the fireplace, then? The voice taking over our phones? The doors slamming shut on their own? They’re talking about a stupid game, but what if someone — something! — is just trying to kill us one by one?!”

“Alright, bro, I’ve had enough of this! Go back upstairs and sit by the fireplace, you pussy!”

Dimitri walked for the door leading back upstairs to show his brother the way… only to realize it was jammed and wouldn’t open.

“What the heck…?”

Another door slammed shut by the bedrooms. This time, even Dimitri turned to the guys and his confident face shattered to appear stunned.

“Look, guys… we don’t know for sure what’s going on, but we gotta chill out!” Asher suggested.

“I can’t chill out or even think with you guys around! I feel like you two are driving me crazy!” The host exclaimed, repressing his own apprehension by blaming them. 

“Dude…” The redhead sighed and shook his head. “Maybe YOU should go back upstairs and let us check in on the breaker.”

“The door… wait, no. I can’t.” Dimitri’s confidence surged back as he realized he had his shotgun in his firmly clenched hands. “I’ve got the gun. If anyone’s got to check it out, it’s me.”

The host looked at them, taking deep breaths, mentally preparing himself at whom or what could possibly play a prank on them.

“Here’s the plan: you two, stay here and find a way to get back upstairs. If the door’s really jammed, just use the door out from the Atelier. And if you hear a gunshot, or hear me yell, be prepared. Dad’s got another gun under his bed on the second floor.”

“Dude, if you think I’m gonna leave you alone, you’re dreaming!” Asher said, offended.

“Ash, you’re drunk and can barely keep yourself up! Plus, it’s my house! If anyone’s gonna crash into my house, it’s my duty to make them pay!”

“It’s my house too, bro.” Larry interjected.

“Shut it, Lar. Stay and check if anyone passes or go back upstairs, that’s up to you.”

With that said, Dimitri, placing the light under his arm, went off to the left in the direction of the breaker room, shotgun in hand. As he opened a door and disappeared into darkness, the sound of a door slamming shut resounded once more.

“This isn’t right… this can’t be happening…” Larry muttered to himself, hitting his head with the pumpkin since he couldn’t free his hands.

“Drunk my ass!” Asher snarked as he looked at the paranoid brother. “I’m definitely not gonna play the babysitter!”

Asher downed the rest of his beer and threw the empty can away. Holding his light source under his other arm, he took a deep breath and started following his friend’s steps.

“Where are you going?” Larry asked the drinker.

“You said you wanted to go check on your things, so, go on. I’m gonna find your stupid ass brother and teach him a thing or two.” The redhead said before letting out a loud and long belch echo in the darkness.

“Wait, Asher! We… I don’t think we should split up!”

“Fuck off, dude. This ain’t some Scooby-doo mystery shit.” Asher groaned as he waddled after Dimitri.

The fire of his pumpkin alone didn’t light much, but it’d suffice by the time he’s caught up with his buddy. Left by himself, Larry faced a dilemma between going back to safety upstairs or inspect his room. The mansion’s basement was large; yet he knew his way around well. Nevertheless, he couldn’t help but feel some malevolent presence in the thick darkness suffocating him. In the end, clutching the pumpkin close to him, he decided to check on his belongings, knife in hand, in case anything went wrong.

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~ Saturday, October 31st, 2020 — 10:30 PM ~

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The full moon in the sky proved to be helpful when the two couples countered the house and crossed the backyard. Otherwise, Sebastian, the leader of the group, might have stumbled and fallen into the pool on the way. Not that a midnight skinny-dipping was out of idea, but he didn’t feel like this was the perfect moment. The air was chilly, colder than the young adults were used to — they wouldn’t be surprised to see snow falling down.

“Guys, how about we just call it a night and head home?” Mathilda proposed, yawning.

Sebastian, leading the way turned toward his girlfriend and offered her a considerate smile. The previously energetic Cleopatra seemed to have aged a good thirty years, agonizingly walking with her staff like an elderly woman. The other couple didn’t seem as gauntly as Mathilda, but the sugar and alcoholic buzz had definitely worn out.

“That doesn’t sound like a bad idea, actually.” Jennifer seconded, watching on her drowsy friend.

“You girls could have stayed with the guys inside.” Sebastian offered, resuming his walk with a slower gait.

“Oh, hell no!” Jennifer refused, stopping momentarily in their tracks. “I do not trust these guys one minute!”

“Wes would not hurt you.”

“I dunno. He might not defend us either.” The short girl shrugged, kneading her friend’s back to cheer her up. “But still, feels kinda good to take a walk right now.”

Just then, the Cleopatra started retching, leaning forward onto her majestic shaft before puking on the grass the alcohol excess.

“Eww! Gross!” Theo chuckled, stepping back dramatically.

“Are you alright, babe?” Seb asked her, approaching her for comfort.

The sickness episodes lasted a few minutes, the three friends staying near her for support. If the boys inside expected them back soon, they’d have to wait.

“Do you want water or aspirin?” Jenny offered. “I’ve got some if you need any.”

The weakened woman nodded and was handed the water bottle. While they waited, the lumberjack looked around. The events that had just occurred in the living room still haunted him. Since then, a relentless superstition of being observed nagged the back of his mind. And yet, all he could see in the distance were infinite shadows feeding on the faint moonlight. 

“I hope the shed ain’t locked.” Theodore wondered aloud, breaking Sebastian’s train of thought.

“Actually, you should have asked Dimi before we get all the way here, Einstein.” The lumberjack sighed, immediately regretting not asking either.

“Should I go back?” Theo proposed, looking at the two women whispering to each other.

“If we’re gonna have to walk all the way back inside, we’re leaving.” Mathilda grumbled, slowly standing back up.

“We’re almost there. Let’s check first.” The lumberjack sighed, growing irritated by the obnoxious attitude of his tipsy girlfriend.

All back on their legs, the quartet resumed its stroll toward the shed. When Seb had asked Dimitri for directions, he had a good idea of where to look for. However, the walk he thought would be short and sweet proved to take longer than anticipated, somewhat turning into a trek or an expedition. They had passed the pool earlier and were still on the lookout, following a trail between some trees until they finally made it to the destination.

The shed was not small by any means, almost the size of a modest garage. The door was, as a matter of fact, locked by a padlock. Before Mathilda complained about having to go back once more, Sebastian grasped tightly around his axe, lifted it and hit the padlock, breaking it.

“Here. No need to get back inside.” He dismissed as he showed the way with a smug grin.

“Dimi’s gonna kill you for that, bro.” Theo chuckled.

“Kill me over a lock? C’mon dude. I’ll buy him another one at the dollar store.” Seb rolled his eyes.

Stepping inside, however, made the quartet realize the moon didn’t light up their surrounding anymore. Only a small window above a wooden table by the right wall illuminated the interior.

“You said you remembered where the lanterns were, right, Seb?” Theo asked, having a hard time to adjust to the darkness, his glasses not helping in the slightest.

“I know what they look like, but I don’t remember where they are.”

“Usually, people hang them up on hooks or leave them on shelves, no?” Jenny suggested.

“That’s a mission for giga-Seb, then.” Theo teased, elbowing him.

“Alright, I’ll let you know if I hit my head on anything.”

“Guys, this is sooo boring.” Mathilda railed once more. “We can’t even see shit.”

“Hey, do you still smoke, Mathy?” Theo asked, hoping she’d have a lighter on her.

“No, my coach told me I had to stop if I wanted to continue gymnastics.” The Cleopatra sighed dramatically. “But wait, is the shed on the same electric line as the house?”

“Mathy, babe, you’re a genius!” Her lumberjack boyfriend beamed with glee.

“Took you long to realize.” The diva giggled.

Sebastian grabbed a dangling cord by the door and pulled on it, a bulb suddenly illuminating the room. Flooded with light, the storage finally revealed itself. To their right, the desk beneath the window was littered with various cans, bottles and clothes. On their left, many shelves lined up the wall, mostly covered with pool and camping equipment. On the farthest wall, metallic cabinets took place next to a massive red toolbox.

“So… it is on a different breaker!” Jenny spoke. “Mathy, you should have brought your charger with you!”

“Actually, it’s not.” Theo stopped after trying the interruptor. “The switch is not working. I guess the light bulb is relying on a battery rather than electricity.”

“Oh. Well, whatever.” Mathilda shrugged.

After only a few seconds before, Jennifer pointed out the lanterns — all three of them — on the upmost shelf on the left wall, next to paint buckets.

“That didn’t take long!” Seb cheered, reaching for them without a stool. “And you were right, Jen!”

“She always is, even when it sucks!” Theo teased, wrapping an arm around her waist before receiving a playful blow in the tummy.

After Sebastian retrieved the oil lanterns and placed them on the table, Theo suggested they look after a lighter and a bottle of oil in case they needed to refill them. While the boys searched for the missing tools on the shelves, Jennifer investigated the cabinet. Mathilda, even sleepier than she was earlier, pulled the old worn bench from under the table and sat on it while waiting for her companions.

“Guys, you won’t believe what I found!” Jenny exclaimed with hype.

“You found old porn mags?” Sebastian asked with a chuckle, shared with his friend.

“No, you maniac! Wow! It even works! I found a flashlight! And walkie-talkies! There’s even a radio!”

The forest fairy turned around, pulling an old cardboard box from the bottom shelve of the cabinet and dropping it on the table. Swishing the cloud of dust away, Jennifer looked into the treasure box.

“For real! Sounds too good to be true!” Theo approached her, wrapping her in his arms from behind, kissing her on the nape.

“Ah! Theo!” She giggled, squirming into his embrace. “Keep that for when we’re alone!”

“Yo, get a room, you two!” Mathilda sighed.

Her boyfriend let go of her, chuckling himself, and looked at her findings. Sebastian joined in and grabbed the flashlight, brought it to his chin and illuminated his face.

“Are you afraid of the dark?” He said in his spookiest voice possible.

“Dude, what are you doing?” Theo laughed.

“This is Halloweeeen. Trick… or treat, little ones? Mwa ha ha ha!” 

“Oh! I’ve got an idea! Why don’t we tell each other scary stories?” Mathilda offered, a wide grin onto her face.

“Should we? They are probably waiting for us inside.” Theo remarked.

“A few rounds can’t hurt, right?” Sebastian winked, shaking the flashlight for effect after shutting the electric lamp.

“I guess not.” The wizard shrugged. “Alright, then. Who’s first?”

The four friends alternated, each of them telling or inventing a scary on the spot to entertain their audience. Even after they completed one round, they were still giggling and having fun. Mathilda was leaning on her boyfriend on the bench while the other couple sat on the table, facing them.

“That was so bad, bro!” Theo chuckled despite the cheesiness of Seb’s last story. “You can’t just finish a story with the guy waking up! That’s like… the most anticlimactic an ending can get!”

“But that’s the point, dude!” Sebastian exclaimed punching his friend on the shoulder. “You don’t know if it was JUST a dream!”

“Man, I hate it when the story ends like we’re supposed to guess if it’s true or not!” Mathilda chimed.

“But that’s how you get your imagination running, Mathy!” Jennifer cheered up, grabbing another handful of candies from her purse. “Alright! Whose turn is it, now?”

“Well, I don’t know about you, but I’m going to take a piss back there.” Theodore said as he jumped from the table onto his feet. “We should also think about getting back inside sometime soon too. Maybe a few more and we’ll head back?”

“Sounds good, man. And if the current ain’t back soon, we can go to my place and keep up with this.” Sebastian proposed.

“Sure.”

“Jenny, do you happen to have your nail polish with you?” Mathilda asked her friend, glancing the purse.

“Umm… I think I left my kit in the car when we got here.” She said, exchanging one last smirk with her boyfriend as he walked outside. “Or maybe I put it in our bedroom on the second floor with my bags? I don’t remember. Do you want to do nails?”

“Oh, it’s no big deal. I just thought we could do some, in the meantime, between stories.” The Cleopatra shrugged.

“Wait. Why don’t we take a short break while Theo’s out? I could get my stuff in the car. Can you lend me your keys, Seb?”

“Huh… yeah, of course. But don’t go driving anywhere!”

“No, no, silly.” She giggled, taking her friend’s keys. “I’ll be back in a few. Make sure to take advantage of your alone time, you two.”

“Wait, are you going to be alright by yourself?” Seb frowned, concerned.

“Dude, I did karate. I know how to defend myself!”

“But you can’t stay inside with the guys.” The lumberjack raised an eyebrow and smirked.

“Hey, sorry to tag along with our boyfriends!” The fairy laughed.

Sebastian watched her leave, feeling the tender but passionate hands of his lover caressing him. He turned his head toward his playmate, who was giving him a smile that made him warm all over. Without further ado, he wrapped his girl in his long arms and kissed her, already feeling an increasing tightness inside his pants.

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~ Saturday, October 31st, 2020 — 11:00 PM ~

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The cackling of the wood in the fireplace was soothing. While not exactly sleeping, Wesley didn’t look far from it. Braxton and Victor had kept on playing games and drinking in the dimmed room, but the void left by the absence of people and music gave the mansion an unsettling vibe — haunted, almost. Even the last few beer pong games they’ve done had left the two jocks awkward. Sweaty — and yet chilly — , they sat next to the smoker by the fireplace, benefitting of its warmth for a few minutes before any of them decided to do anything.

“Guys, there’s something weird going on.” Braxton said, restless, his fingers tapping his thick thighs nervously.

“No shit, Sherlock.” Victor gasped in fake shock.

“I think… we should look for the others. I mean, no one’s back yet.”

“This is just some prank.” Wes expressed with annoyance. “Some dumb fuckin’ prank. If they’re gonna play on it, it’s none of our business.”

“You’re pretty calm about all this dude.” Braxton remarked, suspicious. “The voice mentioned a faker among us, right? If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re pretty likely to be the one who did this.”

“Only an imposter would accuse another.” Wesley shrugged, not bothering giving him a look.

“I gotta agree with Brax on that, dude.” Victor seconded. “You’re looking a hell lotta suspicious, bro.”

“Whatever, guys. I said it and I’ll say it again: I don’t care about any of what happened earlier. And you want my opinion on this shitty game? I’ll give it to you. Let’s consider this whole scheme is true. I would have told them there was an imposter among them EVEN if in fact there were none — just to fuck them up. Make them turn against each other. Breaking each other’s trust. That would have been my play.”

“Dude…” Victor muttered, mind-blown the stoner could have come up with such a twisted turnabout.

Agitated, Braxton shook his head and stood up. Precipitated, he left the two guys for the hall.

“Dude! Where are you going?” The bodybuilder called, looking at him leave in a hurry.

“Gonna check in on the guys in the basement. Doesn’t take all night to find the fucking breaker.” The footballer said, taking a lightened pumpkin with him.

Victor turned at Wesley in the couch, not moving an inch. The calm of the stoner was seriously threatening. It was like he was absorbing all of their positive energy, leaving them with pure anxiety and paranoia. While he was not a fan of these drugs, Victor wished he was as relaxed as Wesley in that moment — steroids didn’t have the same effect, unfortunately. They waited for what felt an eternity, but none of the boys ever came back from the basement. Nor did they even hear anything from them. Shaking his head, the superhero stood up, grabbed his shield for good measure, and followed after his friend.

“Wait for me, Brax. I’m coming too.” He thought aloud.

As Wesley stayed all alone in the living room, a grin crossed his lips. He let himself sink into the couch, legs spread wide, eyes closed as he took one last drag of his fag before discarding it in the fireplace. After exhaling, basking in bliss, he gazed back at the dancing flames and muttered:

“Sounds like it’s gonna be an entertaining night.”

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

~ Saturday, October 31st, 2020 — 11:15 PM ~

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Asher couldn’t breathe. The darkness smothered him as he felt like falling into the void. Through the dense shadows surrounding him, he could see lights form in the distance. Stars popped, exploded into a million fragments, illuminating the never-ending emptiness. Around and around, spinning faster and faster, it made him dizzy. He would have collapsed, but he was already on all fours. He wanted to lean down, to lay down, but an unknown force kept his head up. Tears welled from his eyes as he felt like his life essence was pulled out from him. Something was suctioning him from the interior, from deep in his throat. He wanted to throw up, to scream, yet he couldn’t. That thing lodged into his mouth was stretching it. Moreover, he couldn’t close his lips anymore, forced to keep it opened wide as this unnatural energy poured out of him.

Or rather into him.

Only then did his eyes open in shock. He just realized what was happening. It had never occurred to him before — from this end at least — , hence why he was not familiar with the experience. However, the truth had just hit him harder than anything before did in his life.

He was getting face-fucked.

The lad tried to break free, but a pair of strong hands kept him in place, moving his head back and forth onto what he could only imagine was a monstrously sized cock. He wanted to cry for help, to beat this fucker, yet all he could do was suck. The organ was so massive that only muffled moans would come through. He attempted to clench his teeth shut, to hurt the shadowy figure. However, he found himself unable to.

“That’s right, Asher. You’re doing great. Keep sucking.”

This distorted voice again.

“Who are you?!” He wanted to scream. “What do you want from me?!”

But no words came out.

“How does it feel to suck on a fat cock, Asher? Feels good, does it?”

“No! Leave me alone!”

“It sure feels good for me. You are a natural at this, aren’t you? You sure you’ve never sucked dick before?” The voice mocked.

“No! Never! It tastes bad! Stop it!”

“Hmm… fuck yeah… you’re gonna make one fine homo bitch, Asher. A big one at that.”

“Just… let me… go… please…”

“Yes! We need a big one to ensure you protect other gays, right? A massive strong guy for other gays to look up to!”

“I’m… not… gay…”

“Damn, buddy, you’re already pitching a tent in your camos. Responding pretty fast, right, Asher?”

“No… not… gay…”

“You will be gay.”

“Not…”

“And big.”

“Gay…”

The sounds of inflating balloons emanated from Asher’s body as his musculature started expanding, swelling with size. Already, the camo jacket and trousers were getting tighter, straining in some parts.

“And manly.”

“Man…”

Cracking noises echoed as Asher’s fingers and palms on the floor reformed, widening up, stretching longer, growing hairier in the process. The changing man’s back was getting far too broad for the jacket, seams starting to split apart at his spreading shoulders. As the enormous penis jackhammered its way into Asher’s mouth, the red beard covering the chin and cheeks thickened, bushing outward and reaching down past the bulging Adam apple, protruding from his enlarging neck.

Louder tearing sounds invaded the dark room as Asher’s lats continued to spread wider. The belt he’s put on to hold the camo pants was growing more constricting by the second as even his middle — good old beer gut — expanded and swelled a bit from the countless amounts of precum that oozed directly into his stomach. Using one hand to help himself, Asher managed to undo the buckle, which resulted in blasting the button and zipper of his trousers.

“Look at you, Asher. Already looking much tougher… and, deep down, so much gayer.”

“Tough… gay…”

Asher felt a burning shiver run down his spine. He would have gasped if he hadn’t been gagging on this monster cock.

“You’re doing well, Asher. Just going through a little growth spurt.”

The sucker’s muffled moans intensified as his spine began reeling longer, making his whole torso taller… but it didn’t just make his limbs stretch farther — his augmented musculature followed suit, keeping proportions as he grew more towering. He reached six feet in a matter of seconds, then his best friend’s six-two height, which he surpassed until he stopped expanding at six feet four — seven inches higher than he used to be. The jacket had split over most of his back, exposing the sinuous valleys of red fur to the darkness.

Just as the sensations on his upper half seemed to come to a halt, Asher was then overwhelmed with the boiling heat spreading down his legs.

“I’m getting close, Asher. Can’t wait to get my fat load down your gay throat, don’t you?”

“Fat… load…”

His thighs were the next to change. The camo pants actually had more to give than the jacket did. Since the button and zipper were already busted, this gave them some more room to expand. He grew to completely fill them and start splitting some seams when their inflation came to an end. Calves didn’t wait for the quads to finish before swelling to incredible proportions of their own. Just when Asher thought they were done, the growth centred around his feet, trapped inside the boots.

Asher didn’t have long feet, but they were quite broad for his initial height. The wide size 10s were cramping more and more around the expanding limbs that would befit such a massive man. Unable to pull away from the cock and hands holding his head into place, Asher kicked off his footwear as best as he could without untying the increasingly confined boots. He succeeded to take them off in time but failed in removing the now fraying socks on the growing size 16s.

“Here I come, Asher! Welcome to your new gay life!”

Asher couldn’t pull away. The penis lodged deep inside his throat did not even fill his mouth with spunk: it shot directly into his stomach. The previous bloat he’s grown was nothing next to the expansion his middle succumbed to. Whereas his belly swelled up, he felt the same previous shivers run down the bones of his lower body as they mimicked the elongation of the spine — so that he didn’t look disproportionally tall above the waist. Doing so resulted in further increase along his whole legs, which the pants couldn’t bear anymore. The surging tree trunks blasted the remaining seams of the trousers. Two massive ass cheeks obliterated the seat of his pants, the white briefs he wore underneath straining themselves to conceal such a wide bumper.

The redhead outgrew giga-Seb’s height, revoking the title of giga to anyone who would ever confront him. He passed six feet and a half in a moment and stretched all the way to a staggering six-foot-ten monster of a man. The organ down his throat had since long stopped shooting its load and its owner pulled it back out. Asher coughed a few times, then groan loudly as the heat diffused to his whole body once again. The changed guy brought a hand to the only part where he didn’t feel the warmth spread since the beginning of this nightmare — his dick. As soon as he fished his throbbing erection from the confines of his taxed briefs, he started jerking off his six incher in earnest frenzy, growling like an inhuman beast.

“You might have to take care of it for a bit.” The distorted voice said, ebbing away in the velvety darkness. “Then, you know what your mission is, tonight, don’t you?”

Asher’s eyes gleamed red for a short moment. He panted laboriously as he jacked off, his erection throbbing and surging bigger with each jerk. The heat intensified at his crotch, under which massive growing balls weighed the junk down more and more. Asher’s painfully hard boner was pushing past ten inches, nearing a foot-long like an asymptotic curve by the stroke.

“Avenge the gays.” Asher groaned with a malicious grin, fangs pushing out of his mouth, nails morphing into claws. “Convert the homophobes — until there are none.”

Henry only wanted to be manly. When he heard about the Minoxidil+ pills on the web, he bought some only minutes before the website seemingly shut down. After getting them through mail, he took the recommended amount: one pill before sleep, but didn’t bother to read the instructions further. The pill gave him erotic dreams all night, of himself growing hairier and manlier in front of his coworkers. It was only when he woke up to a powerful orgasm that he realized he had become the hairy man of his dreams. He masturbated again a couple times before going to sleep. On the next day, he took another pill before going to work. People commented his new beard and each time he touched it or looked at himself in the mirror, Henry could swear it looked thicker, fuller, darker. He had to spend his lunch break in the toilets jacking off to abate the strong horniness assessing him. Only when he came home after work and went to the bathroom, he looked down at his still aching boner and furrier body, wondering if the pills should act that fast or that strong. If only he had read the instructions closley, he would have known that jacking off in the 12 hours after taking a pill made the growth all the more apparent and quicker… not that he would have minded though!

*** Disclaimer: The word fag here is only used as a reference to a cigarette or a cigar. NOT to any vulgar discrimination toward gay men.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

It had been a long day. Chernobyl Moore threw his tailored black jacket on the backseat of his sedan. His new office was so hot that sweat stains marked his white dress shirt under his armpits. He loosened up the tie slightly and unbuttoned the neck button, hoping it would freshen him up. Slipping himself on the driver seat, the five-foot-nine lawyer let out a liberating sigh. So much for this new firm he joined.

The first meeting left him bitter, wondering if it were a bright move to leave his previous firm to join this one closer to his apartment. Perhaps the pay augmentation was a good thing, but what he preferred was the criminal justice, to plead in court. Not to work with the labour laws.

Chernobyl let out a sigh, shaking his head. It was just his first day after all. He didn’t know much of his new coworkers, except maybe one or two with whom he went to law school with. Otherwise, the environment was fairly recent.

Chernobyl turned on the car, and drove his way out of the underground parking. While he thought of heading home, his friend Parker Patterson had offered him to spend the evening together, that he had some gift to share to commemorate his late job.

“Not that I plan on staying there for much longer.” Chernobyl thought.

While the new job place was indeed closer to home, he found out that the time travel ended up being the same because of traffic jam. Just another reason to look out for another job. Almost an hour later, the worn-out lawyer made it out of downtown. It was a good thing Parker didn’t live far from his place or he’d have cancelled their reunion.

Just as Chernobyl looked for a spot to park his car by Parker’s building, the man in question walked out of his concrete tower, waving off at him. His other hand seemed to hold some kind of small box. Chernobyl drove toward him, then lowered the passenger seat’s window.

“Hey, what’s up, man? Had a nice day at your new place?” Parker joyfully greeted, bending slightly and supporting himself on the window ledge.

“Don’t want to talk about it yet. What’re you doing outside?”

Parker opened the door and sat on the passenger seat. Chernobyl didn’t say anything, figuring out that his friend probably wanted to head somewhere.

“Let’s go to Edgewood Cliff.” Parker declared with a knowing smile.

“Really?” Chernobyl sighed. It was a few minutes’ ride. Not that far, but quite a quiet spot where they used to chill out with a beer and a smoke in their early twenties. “Early twenties. We’re not that old yet.” Chernobyl refrained to himself. They were twenty-eight.

“Yeah, man. It’s been a while since we chilled up there. Might as well just make it like old times.” Parker accentuated.

The lawyer stared helplessly into Parker’s deep green eyes. His rugged face showed the hints of unshaven stubble and the darker skin was a testimony to all his days spent outside as a carpenter. His head hair was shaved, but Chernobyl knew it was only so that it hid his balding pattern. Poor guy. To think he used to have a headful of thick curly hair only a decade ago, when they left High School.

Chernobyl smiled, nostalgic, then drove back on the boulevard. The sun was not set yet, but the darkness of shadows was slowly smothering the streets. Chernobyl couldn’t stop himself from thinking back at how they’ve changed since High School. While he didn’t feel as if he changed much, his bookworm personality took the best out of him in his studies to become a lawyer. Consequently, he had packed a considerable amount of weight, now weighing about 250 pounds.

On the other side, Parker, who used to be pretty good at school too, simply dropped out in college, unable to keep on with the finances and stress. He decided to follow his father’s footsteps for a much simpler life and took the course to become a carpenter. He seemed much happier now, so much that Chernobyl envied his life. Because of his physical labour, Parker stood thick and strong, criteria that made him scored with women whenever he went to the bar. In angst, Chernobyl’s last girlfriend (and thus have sex) went back to a few months already.

The pair finally arrived at the spot. On this secluded side of Edgewood Cliff, they were alone at the edge of a forest, near a precipice where teenagers usually liked to hang out. If the youngsters came to annoy them, they could just drive off and find a better place deeper in the woods.

Turning off the car, Chernobyl stretched back on his seat fairly, hearing his friend opening the metallic box. He turned his head toward the container as an earthy scent filled the car. There, inside the box, were a bunch of handcrafted smokes. Thicker and longer than the average cigarettes, they were smaller than cigars. A bit closer to these in colour, though.

“Just like old times.” Parker smirked, handing his friend one of the biggest.

“Just missing the beer.” Chernobyl added, taking the cigar-sized fag in his fingers. “Where did you get those?”

“A friend of a colleague on the job crafts them. I think he’s a native or something. Thought I’d open them with you.”

“You’re awesome, man. Have fire?”

Parker unbuckled his seating belt and dove a hand in his pockets. Chernobyl realized he was still belted and proceeded to undo the buckle. By the time he was done, his friend had the lighter on, waiting for him to put the end of the fag to the burning source. Cigarette in mouth, he leaned over to aim its end with the fire. When it was lit, Chernobyl pulled back and sat comfortably with his back on the seat.

The taste of the smoke was rather acrid, heavy even. It had been a while since he’s done this. His burning lungs made him to cough, adapting to the strength of the cigarette. His arms felt slightly tingly, so did his legs, like hundreds of ants were crawling on him. Had it been that long since he smoked? Chernobyl closed his eyes, his heart thumping hard. The car didn’t exist anymore. Parker had also left his mind. It was only him and his smoke. His sluggish limbs didn’t bother moving at all. He didn’t want them too. This smoke was better than any he’s had for a long time. Perhaps the best, period.

Hot. He was feeling hot.

Boiling even. Fuck, he’d have to clean his suit when he gets home.

His heart pumped harder. Faster.

THROB.

His loins grew tight.

Was he getting an erection over this? That would be a first, not that he minded. He sometimes liked to masturbate and have a smoke, but a smoke-inducing erection? That was new. Languidly, he brought his free hand to his crotch, feeling the constricted bulge in his pants pulse with growth. “Damn. The crotch of those pants is tight. Should have considered that when I got them tailored.” He pondered. The silliness of the thought made him chuckle. As if he could have asked the tailor to make his dress pants erection-friendly.

A locking noise broke his reverie. Suddenly, Chernobyl realized he was in his car, not alone, but with Parker. He took the fag away from his lips and coughed in embarrassment, leaving his hand over his bulge not to fondle himself anymore, but to hide it from view. He turned toward his friend, only to realize he’s closed his window. He pulled the cigarette away from his mouth for a moment.

“Lots of bugs outside, tonight. You should close your window too.” He suggested.

Chernobyl stared silently at his friend, disoriented for an instant upon noticing he also sported a bump in his shorts. Although by judging the shape of it, it looked more like a tent rather than a discreet bulge. And Parker didn’t even bother hiding it. Instead, he closed his eyes again and put the smoke back to his lips, basking in the passive pleasure the smoke procured him.

Chernobyl blushed and turned his head away from the boner tenting his friend’s slacks. Was it an effect of these homemade cigarettes? Did the guy put Viagra in them or something? A buzzing in his left ear made him shake his head, then glance at the ajar window. Parker was right. At the border of the forest, they were likely to attract bugs. He resigned closing the window. If the air became too thick with smoke, he’d just recycle the air. Window closed, Chernobyl leaned against his backrest and brought the fag back to his lips.

How long had it really been since he’s had a girlfriend? The last time, it more felt like a friend with benefits until she moved away for work. Why was it that they always had to move for work? Was it really all about the chase for greed? A closer place to home? A better income? Perhaps it was a need for renewal. In this clustered and mundane society, it was so easy to get bored with the lousy routine.

Deep inhale. The cool burn of the smoke invading his lungs felt oddly comforting. The tightness of his crotch kept nagging him, so he caressed the growing bulge. If Parker didn’t mind about popping a boner, why should he? It wasn’t as if he’s never seen Parker’s junk. Right, it had been a while since he did, perhaps in college, in the locker room.

Lost in his thoughts, Chernobyl let go of his cigarette and brought his hand to his chin. He was somewhat surprised to feel some stubble, as he could usually go a few days without shaving. However, he shrugged. If it were growing faster now, it wouldn’t bother him much. In fact, he’s rather wanted to sport a beard for a while. Maybe he could try letting it grow like Parker’s. Parker had a hell of a hot beard.

THROB.

Chernobyl’s eyes flung opened. Where did this thought come from? Did he just thought Parker’s beard was … hot? He meant aspiring, manly … and hot. Why was his head spinning now? Did he really find Parker hot? No, it was just his facial hair. Is that moaning? Chernobyl feared for a moment he had let out a moan, blushing red … but no. It wasn’t him. It was Parker.

As Chernobyl turned his gaze to his friend, he nearly melted upon contemplating Parker’s magnificent beard. Was it really that long, earlier? He was sure that it was short and nicely trimmed when he got in the car … but now, Parker seemed as if he hasn’t shaved for a few weeks, if not a month. Stray hair peeked out of the beard bush, making it look a tad unkept.

“Love your beard, man.” Chernobyl commented.

Not that he wanted to say anything. It just came out. Parker opened his eyes and looked at him. He brought a hand to feel the coarse fur, only to make a disconcerted face. Chernobyl couldn’t repress the soft moan escaping his lips, upon watching his friend touch his facial hair. The bulge in his pants only throbbed harder. He was painfully hard. If he had been alone, he’d have pulled it out, but Parker was there. Sexy bearded Parker.

“What the hell? I didn’t realize how fast it grew.” Parker muttered, taking off the fag from his lips for a moment.

“Suits you good. Makes you look … wild and manly. You should let it grow more.”

Parker chuckled at that.

“Come on, Cherno, I’m already hairy. If I let it grow, I’ll end up looking like a fuckin’ Sasquatch.”

Chernobyl closed his eyes and took a deep drag. The few glimpses at Parker’s body in college came back to his mind. He wasn’t that hairy back then, but he could imagine him getting more hirsute as years flew by. As well as imagining his beard growing.

THROB.

“Really?” Chernobyl enticed. “You weren’t that hairy in college, Park.”

“Nah, I got it after. My dad told me guys in the family got hairy in their twenties all through much in their thirties.”

THROB.

“Fuck. How come are these dress pants that constricting? And am I getting an erection over this? Does this mean Parker’s gonna grow even furrier? Fuck me! I barely have crotch and armpit hair! Man, the air is so hot and thick with smoke. Should crack open a window … but there are fucking bugs. Maybe put the air recycler?”

“Why are you asking?” Parker asked.

Turning at his friend, Parker caught a glance at the obvious bulge in the dress pants. A smug grin crossed his lips and he put a hand at his own tent. Chernobyl felt his mouth go dry in an instant. Parker took a deep inhale before adding:

“Wanna see?”

THROB.

“Huh … huh … what the…” Chernobyl stuttered, blushing.

Parker chuckled at his uncomfortable friend’s reaction.

“The hair, I mean. Wanna see how hairy I got since college?”

“Wait! Parker, I…”

Chernobyl could not finish his sentence before Parker cracked a devious smirk and started to take off his shirt. Speechless the lawyer couldn’t take his eyes away from his bare-chest friend. Parker didn’t lie about having grown hirsute: his torso was covered in thick fur. On the pectorals, a carpet of fur almost hid his tanned skin from view while a thick treasure trail joined his chest down to his crotch area. He might not sport the thick abs he used to in college, but his trim waist still showed strength.

As Chernobyl grew lost into his friend’s body, his eyes noticed Parker’s hand fondling the swelling python into his shorts. While he couldn’t remember having caught Parker with an erection before, Chernobyl still found it odd to see such a towering boner in his buddy’s slacks. Was he shoving something down there to make it look so big?

“These smokes are really good.” Parker moaned, taking in another deep drag.

That’s when Chernobyl caught something odd. The dense hair on his Parker’s torso seemingly darkened. Moreover, the mostly bare shoulders from his friend grew fairly darker, as if new hair had just sprouted from the flesh. Parker’s pole throbbed under the shorts.

“Park…?”

“Yeah?”

Chernobyl kept looking at him, his eyes never leaving the skin which was growing more and more covered with hair, to the point where he wondered if he was hallucinating things from the consumption of the drug. That was probably it. Hallucinations. There was no way Parker has gotten hairier like this. Magic didn’t exist, after all.

“Nothing.” Chernobyl dismissed, turning his head away and sitting back on his seat comfortably … or at least as comfortable as he could. “You mind if I undo my belt? I think it’s too tight.”

Parker gave him an astute look.

“Too much office, too many snacks, eh?” Parker teased.

Chernobyl let out a cowed chuckle and went on to undo the belt buckle, eliciting him a moan of relief after. Bringing his fingers to the fag in his mouth, so he could take it away for a moment, he peered at his friend with awe. Parker looked intensely at him while one of his hands settled on top of his pitched tent. The lawyer wasn’t sure whether Parker had just realized his lewd erection and was trying to hide it … or if he were, as a matter of fact, fondling himself.

A light laugh escaped the bare-chest man, startling Chernobyl. He watched his friend which started rubbing his bulge more dotingly, and then acknowledged that Parker noticed his staring. No words were spoken. The smug grin on Parker’s face stretched as he went for another deep, long, drag of his smoke. He kept it inside and Cherno witnessed the oddest thing he’s ever seen.

Parker kicked back and spread his legs in front of him. As he did so, his whole body seemed not only to stretch … but to really stretch. Parker’s bulky shoulders seemed to slip slightly higher on the seat while his knees inched just slightly further forward. At the same time, the hair covering his friend seemed to darken (or thicken, Chernobyl couldn’t tell). The shoulders, which had crept vertically on the seat, were starting to disappear under a mat of fur. Even the beard on his face seemed to crawl down, obscuring his neck.

A wince of discomfort crossed Parker’s face. He involuntarily thrust his hips forward and Chernobyl watched with amazement the tent protrude further away, pulling Parker’s shorts’ waistband down, exposing thick tufts of his pubic hair. Unable to keep the smoke in, the hirsute man let it out, clumsily coughing as he did so. Chernobyl perceived movement under the glovebox where Parker’s feet were until he heard some thuds.

“Just taking my shoes off.” Parker said, manoeuvring to push them away, foot tip against heel.

Then it dawned on Chernobyl. Both of them had always been pretty much the same height, maybe with Parker having an inch over him. However, as he took in Parker’s half-naked body next to him, he realized that his friend appeared to stand just slightly taller than he remembered.

“Parker…” Chernobyl repeated.

“Yeah?” He replied, his hand still fondling his stubborn boner.

“What’s … going on?”

Chernobyl’s sudden concern seemed to pull his friend out of his reverie … at least temporarily. Frowning, Parker looked down at his own body, realizing he was hairier than ever … and sporting an erection threatening to rip his shorts away.

“What…”

Maybe Parker blushed at the moment (it was hard to tell with all the hair on his face). Chernobyl simply watched Parker check himself out, vaguely aware that he started caressing his own bulge himself.

“I… I’m sorry, Cherno! I don’t know what came over me…” Parker muttered, embarrassed, pushing his tent to the side to hide it, as much as he could, from his friend.

“It’s fine… I think there might be some kind of Viagra or something in the smokes.” Chernobyl hypothesized.

“I’m gonna kill Chad!” He grumbled, teeth gritted.

“Hey, it’s fine, I tell you. I admit… I liked the view.”

The pair stayed silent. Chernobyl’s face reddened in embarrassment, so he turned away, driving his eyes on the still forest outside. Why did he just say that? Was he hot for Parker? He wasn’t gay … was he? And, to ease his conundrum of thoughts, Chernobyl took himself one deep, long, drag.

“Yeah.” He thought. “What if I’m hot for him a little? He’s my best friend. It’s not like that makes me gay. I’ve fucked girls before and I will still fuck girls after this night.” Chernobyl sensed the smoke kept within his lungs make him feel airy, yet dense at the same time. Like a large balloon reaching for the high skies above, only to be pulled down from the force of gravity below.

THROB.

His pants, even unbuckled, felt constricted. Maybe if he unbuttoned them … no, he’ll unbutton them after he exhales. He had to keep himself from moving too much if he wanted to keep his breath in.

But it was just the pants. The whole dress shirt was snug. Had he put on that much weight recently? What about Parker’s earlier teasing him piling the pounds? Was it true? Chernobyl thought back to Parker’s face at the remark, at that smirk. Was Parker getting off on this? After all, he sported a big throbbing erection right now.

THROB.

Chernobyl finally exhaled, unable to keep the smoke in much longer. Only then did he realize he went on to unbutton the pants, only to realize they were already open, but the button was missing. Even the zipper was down.

The sound of a heavy slap caught his attention. Chernobyl turned to his right, noticing Parker had taken out his big boner, which had audibly slapped against his furry belly. The penis was a weapon of destruction. Thick as a beer can and longer than two, the rod wasn’t far from the foot long mark.

While he held his smoke with his left hand, Parker brought his right one to the erection jutting in front of him, the head already glistening with precum. Even with his paw around it, he couldn’t bring himself circle the whole impressive girth of the cock. He grunted, left his cigar to his lips, and took his second hand to his monster, masturbating with both. In rhythm with them, Parker started gyrating his hips, thrusting into his hairy mitts. Unconsciously, Chernobyl had pulled out his own erection, swollen at almost 9.5″ rather the usual 6″.

THROB.

Maybe more like ten inches, in fact. The hirsute masturbator let out a loud growl, which was enough for Chernobyl to startle. The last bits of Parker’s fag were consumed and the butt fell by the seat, as he opened his mouth to let out this blissful groan. If Parker appeared to stand straighter, maybe a little taller than Chernobyl a few instants ago, Parker now obviously towered over him by a few inches. His knees bucked and hit the glovebox and his head slipped past the head cushion, which was now level with his shoulders.

Hearing the loud animalistic bellow, Chernobyl witnessed Parker ejaculate all over the glovebox and the front window. More and more came out, like an undying geyser. The thick smoky smell filling the car grew even denser, the musk of male rut adding into the mix. Lost into the haze, Chernobyl missed that he stopped breathing, holding in the burning smoke from the fag between his lips. Suddenly, one of the lowest buttons of his shirt blew off, hitting the steering wheel.

The driver looked down and finally noticed how much he filled his uniform. The remaining buttons strained to contain the mass of his bulging gut. Already, his navel was exposed and, weirdly enough, it seemed to be surrounded with thick hair. Upon checking himself, Chernobyl realized the presence of many dark hair peeking through the gaps of his white shirt. Furthermore, he could not refrain himself from increasing his masturbation pace.

THROB.

“Phew … man … that felt good.” Parker moaned, idly caressing the barely softening pillar before him.

Chernobyl then felt a wet, sticky, hand slap against his rounder belly. His eyes comprehended at that moment how broad Parker’s mitts were now, one of them almost eclipsing half of his swollen gut. Gosh … what a virile guy…

“So hairy…” He thought aloud, absorbed by the size of Parker’s hand, rubbing against his middle.

“Just like men are supposed to be.” Parker said, his fingers slipping through the gap, twirling amid the body hair.

“My feet hurt.” Chernobyl thought.

“Hairy, manly … horny.”

Even though Chernobyl had just witnessed Parker climax like ten guys, he felt the throbbing boner of his friend, his jack off buddy, pressing against his thigh. Smearing semen all over his expansive dress pants.

THROB.

“Take another drag, Cherno.” Parker enticed him.

“This … this isn’t you, Park! These … things are doing something to … to…”

“C’mon, Cherno. Are you a man?”

“Pa… Parker…” He moaned, pitifully.

The intensity of Parker’s eyes on him made Chernobyl feel like a small helpless child for a moment. The smoke surrounding them, filling the car, was changing them. There was no other explanation to it. Chernobyl felt the length of Parker’s baseball bat thrusting against him, uncontrollably.

“Don’t you want to be a man?” Parker taunted, the hand caressing his gut slipping toward a higher position, reaching a nipple, squeezing it a little.

Chernobyl took a deep drag in an attempt to repress a moan. Another button popped off from his shirt, then another. The seat of his pants was growing so tight. He could feel the sides of his butt pushing past the sides of the seat. He had to resist. What was happening to them was beyond anything real. They had to breathe fresh air. They had … they had…

His friend’s lips came close to his ear.

“A big, robust, manly man.”

Chernobyl let out a cough, needing to grasp for fresh air. If only he could … pull open the window. He felt something wet against him. The realization of Parker kissing his ear filled him with dread, yet so much pleasure. And that beard against his neck… Why was he getting off to this … this … gay nonsense! Moreover, he couldn’t stop himself from listening to his brainwashed (or brain fried perhaps?) friend. Without further words needed, Chernobyl let himself breath another deep drag from the cigar-sized fag, almost completely consumed by then. Already, he felt the clothes tighten more. A soft tearing sound came from under his gargantuan thighs. Room was getting cramped.

“Big…”

RRRRRRIIIIIIPPP. There goes the pants.

“Tall…”

The driver felt his knees push up against the steering wheel. Heels were slipping further. Head stretching higher, making Parker look less gigantic by the second.

“Handsome…”

The shoes couldn’t take anymore. Chernobyl let out a moan of relief as the tip of his large feet forced their way out of the hot cramped dress shoes, finally getting some air. He was catching up to Parker’s height. How tall was Parker now, anyway? Well over six feet for sure. Six feet and a half maybe? God, he was almost as big and as hairy as a wookie! No wonder why the car felt so cramped next to him!

“Big-bellied…”

OOOF!

As if encouraged by Parker’s deviant description, Chernobyl felt the vast expanse of his gut protrude further outwards, pressing against his … his … his lover’s strong hand. Funny how Parker’s hand didn’t appear so big anymore. More buttons popped away, revealing more and more of Chernobyl’s massiveness. His hair-covered belly hit the steering wheel, which seemed lower than ever. Not only because of his head inching closer to the roof of the car, but because his thick knees were inching taller on either side. The seat, the whole car, flinched under his increasing weight and mass. While Parker grew to enormous sizes, he’s somewhat kept his lean looks, although his muscle mass seemed to have slightly increased. It was impossible to tell with the thick pelt of fur covering his body.

“Strong…”

While Chernobyl had found himself getting fat, he had yet to realize that it wasn’t just fat, but that he had indeed grown firmer all over. He thought back for a moment at college and wondered what would have happened if he had joined Parker to play sports. Or simply throw ball here and then outside. While not a fan of sports, his brothers and his father always complained he was too much of a bookworm. Come to think about it, he fairly liked to watch rugby. He even participate sometimes with his brothers and neighbours. There was something … primal, almost sexual, in playing roughly with his peers.

“Horny…”

Chernobyl barely repressed a chuckle at that, some smoke escaping his lips. He’s been horny all night. All day too, for that matter. He was always horny. He couldn’t go through a day without jerking off twice. He couldn’t go through a week without fucking at least thrice (every two days). He just wasn’t. And with his lover sitting next to him in the car, sharing a smoke with him, baiting him, taunting him to no end … and with his foot long monster humping his thigh, there was no way he could not be horny.

“Dominant…”

Parker didn’t seem so big anymore. The car, unlike him, was getting small. Chernobyl used his free left hand to reach, with difficulty, the seat lever, and pulled it all the way back, giving him a little (yet not that much) room. Parker might have like this old car they used to own in college. It made them feel every inch of their superior size to anyone else, but Chernobyl was getting a bit tired of the clustered feeling inside this small vehicle. If his lean six-foot-seven lover could barely squeeze himself inside this car, how could he imagine him, Chernobyl Moore, a four-hundred-pound ex-jock six-foot-eight lawyer would fit?

“Daddy…”

Enough. As much as Chernobyl enjoyed the teasing from his buddy, he was now too horny to let it continue. The smoke done, he threw it on the ground dismissively and turned toward his lover, his boy. A lust of lust and fear filled Parker’s eyes as Chernobyl looked slightly down at him. Had they not been in this ill-fitting car, Chernobyl would have leaped at him and fucked him good. Instead, he grasped Parker’s thick head of hair and pulled him into a lewd French kiss.

Their earthy mouth scents and saliva mixed together, the smoke taste still lingering. The more they kissed, the more desperate Chernobyl grew. He pushed Parker’s face away and then forced it between his legs, where his fat eleven incher throbbed angry and purple. Parker had such a big mouth, always ending up talking, sometimes boring Chernobyl to no end, but there was a good outcome to it: he was taking him without complaining.

“Fuck yeah, that’s it, little cocksucker. Suck on daddy’s dick.” He spoke in between grunts.

Surely, Parker muttered something, as he felt a vibration on his penis, but he wouldn’t let the boy speak. Not before he got his own orgasm. The little bitch already had its own, without waiting for him.

The car rocked back and forth as Chernobyl started gyrating his hips, filling his boy’s throat with his thick erection. Erection that would have stretched his fine muscled ass, if they had not been that cramped in this fucking tiny car. Next time, they would take the pickup.

“Here it comes, boy! Hope … you’re … ready for a big one!” Chernobyl boomed as he emptied his new large balls inside Parker’s restless mouth.

Some cum slipped past his lips and dropped on the floor, but Chernobyl couldn’t care less. As he left his throbbing erection to die out a little, onto which Parker still nursed pliantly, he couldn’t get over that something … felt off. As Parker withdrew himself from his crotch, Chernobyl couldn’t help but feel conflicted upon watching his… (Friend? Lover? Boy?) buddy covered in a carpet of man hair, his head almost brushing the car rooftop. The shorts he attempted on pulling up couldn’t conceal the still half-hard python (had he just cummed again?), neither they did reach the knees anymore.

Even himself, Chernobyl, was half naked, his suit practically ripped opened and torn to pieces. The thoughts of his former reality conflicted with the thoughts of an imaginary one brought to fit the transformation they underwent. Parker himself, for once, didn’t say a word. Both men stayed seated for a few minutes, absorbing slowly the course of the events.

“Let’s head home.” Chernobyl finally muttered.

“Okay. My place or yours?”

“Does it even matter?”

Parker stayed silent. Chernobyl gave a quick glance at the metal box which contained the fags, lying on the floor between both their seats. If only one of the smokes had changed them that much, what would happen if they smoke another one? Or perhaps the whole box? Parker shook his head negatively and Chernobyl understood. Silently, he ignited the engine and soon went back to the road. None of them said a word during the drive.

Apparently, driving with gigantic naked feet proved to be harder than Chernobyl anticipated.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Chernobyl looked through the wall-sized window of his office. As odd as it felt at first, no one seemed to have noticed nor his changes, nor Parker’s. That didn’t prevent them to buy a new wardrobe. Several months had passed since then. As much as Chernobyl had tried hooking with girls again, which he didn’t even have to try, he couldn’t get hard with them anymore and their hookup nights ended sourly. Parker experienced similar scenarios and whenever they met up, either for a regular smoke or a chilling evening, the two would end up fucking.

While Chernobyl had found himself to be more of a top, he grew to enjoy bottoming here and then for Parker, although he stayed dominant in both roles. After a few weeks, the two friends decided to move in together. Some nights, they two of them would keep fucking, alternating who’s topping and who’s bottoming until the early hours of the morning. Often, the rutting sessions would start off while watching pornography on the TV, starting off with straight clips until one of them would get frustrated not from hardening up and thus would change it to gay ones.

It was him who did the first move. One morning, before leaving for work, Parker was tying up his large size 17 boots when Chernobyl, eating breakfast, told him: “I think I love you, Parker.” They didn’t talk about it for the rest of the day. That night, Parker told him he had tried contacting the friend who gave him the fags, but he had seemingly disappeared. Chernobyl spent part of the night comforting his crying buddy, who kept saying he wanted to return to whom he was before. They didn’t have sex that night, but in the morning Chernobyl woke up to Parker drilling his gigantic ass with his foot long club.

Chernobyl brought a hand to his crotch, thinking back to the event, moving away from the window as he began groping himself. He remembered that, from then on, Parker and him started developing not only a fuck buddy affair, but a more sophisticated form of relationship. They would go out to a restaurant together, head to the theatre, go back to their place by the woods to chill … commence a loving relationship, after all.

A ringing from the phone on his desk took Chernobyl off his thoughts. After working a few weeks at the firm, they had upgraded his position, giving him his own office. Perhaps his new impressive, strong stature gave him a boost for that.

“Yes?” Chernobyl asked. Even his voice had changed. A touch deeper, what stood out was his powerful affirmation, although sometimes he found himself to get a tad too loud. Especially when he was drunk. Even more when fucking.

“Mr. Moore, Mr. Patterson is here to see you.”

“Send him to me.”

Chernobyl laid back on his office chair, the most robust he could get. Just thinking about his boy coming to see him for the lunch break was enough to give him a semi, even though he had fucked him that morning. A few minutes later, a knock alerted him. After speaking a loud “come in” the opaque glass door opened and Parker entered. The wilderness of Parker’s jungle-like beard gave the lawyer a spontaneous erection, which he did not bother to hide. With the thick bulge threatening the rip through his pants on full display, Chernobyl gestured him to close the door behind. A grin crossed his lips, knowing full well the show had an immediate effect on his lover.

“So … what is the reason of your presence, Mr. Patterson?” Chernobyl teased, groping his boner through his pants. Already, the outline of Parker’s hardening monster grew clearer and clearer with each step closer to the desk.

“Do you know what day it is, Mr. Moore?”

That smug smirk of his… Chernobyl would slam him against the wall, trap him with his big belly and kiss him to death. Obviously, he didn’t do it. Not that he didn’t bear the desire to. Parker would probably not even mind. Heck, he’d probably fight a little just to entice him to be rougher. Chernobyl sighed at the thought. God, he loved masculinity. Any doubt he had about returning to his old life died whenever he met up with Parker. There was just something about him that urged him to go on, to take care of him, to love him. And it was mutual.

“Yeah. I know.”

Chernobyl eased himself out of his chair and stood up, accidentally knocking the desk with his knees as he did so. Watching the world from this six-foot-eight point of view was rubbing off on him: while it bothered him at first, he was growing to like it. Everything was small or too small for him. Some of his tall colleagues complained about their height, but him, not anymore. Perhaps the fags they’ve smoked, exactly a year ago, have also twisted his own perception? He didn’t mind. Not anymore, at least.

“Good. Can you cancel your afternoon?”

The question struck Chernobyl, destabilized for a moment. With a frown, he Parker the fisheye, waiting for an explanation as to why he would get off. As much as he loved his boy, he wasn’t the type to stop work for an escapade. However, his demeanour changed suddenly when he saw Parker pull out a small metallic box from the inside pocket of his jacket. Without further word, the lawyer reached for the phone on his desk and called the reception.

“Elise? Could you move my afternoon clients to later this week, please? I sadly have to leave right now.”

“Sir…”

“Thank you, Elise.”

Already, Parker had pulled out two of the changeful fags from the box. He put one to his lips and placed one between Chernobyl’s lips. The playfulness of his lover elicited a chuckle from him, but when Parker pulled out his lighter, the lawyer refrained him in his actions.

“Let’s get out of here first, Park.”

For once, Chernobyl found his lover to stay upright without moving, stopping him in his steps. He was about to remove the fag from his mouth when Park stopped him again, heading to light his smoke.

“Parker, what are you doing?” Chernobyl asked, self-conscious about smoking in his office, already thinking of the potential consequences of these magical cigars. “What if…? Not here!”

“Aww … c’mon, Cherno. You’re pretty high on the ladder here. Nobody’s gonna mess up with you.” With that said, Chernobyl watched Parker light his own fag before he gave a teasing poke into his big belly. “You’d better remove that big old suit, big guy.”

Chernobyl could already feel the smoke filling his lungs. God, has it been really a whole year already? He closed his eyes, basking in ecstasy. That blissful feeling was so distant, but the foggy memories from that fateful night surged on his mind as if it were only yesterday. Chernobyl opened his eyes and noticed Parker had removed the fat cigarette from his mouth to blow a cloud of smoke on his face. A fog Chernobyl greedily took in with a deep drag.

“Don’t you want to remove your suit, Cherno?” Parker asked, putting the fag to his lips, then rubbing the sides of the belly filling the already filled white dress shirt.

“Want me to … or would you rather watch me outgrow it?”

Chernobyl was a little startled, his voice had already dropped a little in pitch, sounding like a pile of rubble. Before his eyes, Parker seemed to inch down slightly, but Cherno knew he was not shrinking at all. He was growing. Again. His tightening size 19s dress shoes testified that. God, this was starting faster than last year. What Parker’s friend had put in these surely was acting differently with each fag. If the one he had a year ago had made him that big and uplifted his personality, to the point of climbing the ladder in the firm quickly, what would another do? Or two? Heck, he might become the new giant CEO of the company!

Parker’s eyes widened in lust. Chernobyl knew he liked what he saw. The smokes … they created some kind of addiction. Waking a need in him for more, a longing desire to smoke and grow. Was this what the power felt like? He liked the feeling of changing and so did Parker. Chernobyl grinned and took another deep, deep, drag.

POP.

A button broke from his white shirt. The shoulders of his dark jacket were getting tight. Parker didn’t seem to change much at first, although the hair on his head might have grown longer. The beard, which reached his chest, stretched further down. Maybe he looked buffer? He certainly wasn’t getting taller, at least for now.

Without any word, Parker reached up and pulled on Chernobyl’s tie, forcing him to bend down and share a sloppy kiss. The more asserting actions from Parker destabilized Chernobyl momentarily, who was turned on nonetheless. After the slobbery kiss, Parker let go of Chernobyl’s tie and the lawyer stretched back to his full height, looking further down at his boy than ever. He had to be seven feet tall by now … and the more he gazed at his tall lover, the shorter he ironically looked.

Parker broke their lust induced stare and walked away with a grin plastered on his face. Chernobyl’s eyes followed him like a predator watches his prey. Parker threw him a confident smirk before bending over his desk seductively. That was all Chernobyl needed to continue. He pulled on his tie to loosen it up a little and unfastened his belt. After finally hauling his wrist thick ass destroyer out, he tore opened Parker’s jeans and aimed the tip for the welcoming hole.

Parker startled and moaned at the tearing sound, but Chernobyl pressed his hand against his back, already feeling the hair and muscle filling and growing under the bottom’s jacket.

“You’re gonna have to get bigger if you want to keep taking daddy’s dick, boy.”

“Oh! I will … you’re just … so big…”

“That’s right, boy. Just breathe in.”

The instant Chernobyl gave into his first thrust, the desk under the two rutting men creaked loudly. Parker breathed in, fag clasped tight between his lips, hands holding against the complaining wood. Chernobyl witnessed the expansion of Parker’s back, then heard the first tearing sounds. The thrusts accelerated. They smoked. They grew. Chernobyl’s shoes exploded off his feet.

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