Gargoyled

Artwork credit: AvantAberrant

Note: This story was inspired by AvantAberrant’s truly masterful gargoyle TF series. You can find it here. Support him on Patreon if you enjoy his work.

Main themes: Gargoyle TF, butt growth, weight gain, hair growth, cock shrink, cock growth, muscle growth, cum inflation, dumber, humiliation, dom/sub, musk, age progression, age regression, penectomy, pussification, permanently flaccid cock, nullo, feminization, curse

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• Chapter1 – scroll down!
• Chapter 2 – Posted 11 February 2023
• Chapter 3 – Posted 5 March 2023
• Chapter 4 – Posted 5 March 2023
• Chapter 5 – Posted 17 June 2023
• Chapter 6 – Final chapter! Posted 17 June 2023

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Chapter 1

Cruz Santos was on fire that evening. He had the girls eating out of his hand! He strutted through the garden party like the undisputed macho jock that he was. As the quarterback and captain of the football team, he already had special notoriety but it was his big stature, muscles and chiseled good looks that made him the man. His styled, thick black hair, flawless mocha complexion and just the right amount of stubble on his chin only helped seal the deal. He stood apart from the rest of his teammates and the sorority sisters took note. 

He was wearing his orange and black football uniform; the sorority had requested that the team come dressed in their uniforms and, as generous sponsors, Cruz and his teammates weren’t inclined to argue. Privately, Cruz was delighted because, unlike the rest of his teammates who tended to be on the heavy side, he filled out his uniform in all the right places. 

Tall, lean and ripped, he’d made a special effort to find the tightest tights. Might as well show off the goods to the ladies! To further add to his allure, his mesh jersey was only half-length, revealing his toned, smooth abs and tapering waist. The shoulderpads made his already broad shoulders even broader and his low-riding tights with the strings in front dangling drew all eyes downward toward his pride and joy: The bulge to end all bulges displayed prominently in the pouch of his jockstrap. (Well, Ok, so maybe it was mostly a gym sock filling up the pouch of his jock but it wasn’t like anyone besides him knew that!) 

He lapped up the attention from the girls. Their admiring stares and excited whispers were like red meat to his ego and he was a hungry alpha wolf. He was the predator and they were the prey! He looked up at the full moon, resisting the urge to bay.

It was a gala affair. The women were all wearing formal gowns and they’d hired a local catering company to make and serve the food. A pleasant October evening, the moon rose over the garden like a silver orb, making everything shimmer with magic. Fairy lights were strung through the trees and tea lights glimmered on the surface of the koi pond behind the banquet tables. Cruz and his teammates mingled with the women, doing their best to make small talk and be as seductive as possible. Cruz had his eye on a pretty brunette whose name he couldn’t remember but who cared? As long as she was skewered on the end of his big cock by the end of the night, he would call her whatever she wanted! (Well, Ok, so maybe five inches erect wasn’t that big but she’d be so impressed with his other moves that she wouldn’t notice his lack of endowment.)

His mistake was agreeing to sit in the dunking booth. He thought it was a good idea at the time and was a way to show the girls that he was game for anything. He’d even laughed when Aiden Delonis, the second string quarterback, took aim at the target and snapped the football, hitting it with ease and sending him plunging into the water. As soon as he emerged from the water and looked back to see the gym sock floating on the surface of the tank, he knew he’d made a serious mistake.

Shit, shit, shit! he thought, panicked. How the fuck had the sock worked itself out of the pouch of my jock? It must have happened when I was thrashing about in the tank. Fuck! What are the odds?

Maybe nobody would notice?

Maybe?

They noticed.

The water rendered his white tights transparent and the orange jockstrap he was wearing underneath was now lit up like neon in the garden lights. All eyes were glued to his crotch as he exited the tank. Adding insult to injury, the water in the tank was cold which meant that his little man was even littler than usual. He wilted when he looked down and saw he was now completely flat. The tights were so tight that they erased all evidence of his manhood and he looked like a twelve-year-old boy.

It got worse.

Cruz made the mistake of looking back at his ass and winced with dismay. Fuck, why did his booty have to be so big! His voluptuous ass like his small cock was another source of body shame–and the source of endless ribbing from his teammates. He kicked himself over and over for agreeing to get dunked.

Within minutes, he was the laughingstock! Poor Cruz’s shoulders hunched and he hung his head in shame as his teammates laughed and the sorority sisters concealed their snickers behind elegantly gloved hands. The brunette he had his eye on actually choked on her pumpkin spice punch when she saw him.

And then Caden Medieros arrived.

Cruz turned as a chorus of excited cheering broke out near the front of the garden and slowly built in intensity around him. Curious, he craned his neck (while keeping his hands firmly over his shriveled nub) to see what had gotten the women so happy. His face fell when he saw his friend. Even wearing a mask, it was abundantly clear that the party’s most popular guy was none other than Caden; the towering wall of muscle was unmistakable no matter what he had on.

“The fuck?!” he hissed under his breath. “What is that asshole wearing?”

When he saw exactly what Caden was wearing–or, more precisely, what he wasn’t wearing–his cheeks flushed pink.

Caden, the team’s wide receiver, had opted not to wear his football uniform and had instead come dressed as the team mascot, Gregory the Gargoyle. However, rather than don the plushy gray costume that was ubiquitous at football games, Caden had covered his naked body in gray body paint and donned a surprisingly realistic pair of leathery wings and forked tail. Adding to the fiction, he wore a surprisingly realistic horned mask with feral yellow eyes and sharp, pointed teeth. The capstone of his outfit, though, was his orange and black jockstrap.

It was the only clothing he was wearing.

Cruz stared at his friend, unable to believe what he was seeing. The dude looked ridiculous! It was outrageous that he would parade around in public like that! Where was his sense of decency?

Unfortunately, the women didn’t seem to agree with this assessment and, as he watched Caden strutting before them like a prize rooster, he realized he was envious. As much as he hated to admit it, Caden really did have the bod for the ‘costume’ – he was tall and muscular and beefy without being overly heavy. Naked, he cut quite a figure. Yeah, he looked good.

And then there was his bulge.

“Did he stuff it?” Cruz wondered aloud, surreptitiously looking down at his own pathetically shrunken nub. He lifted his head again and stared with flinty eyes as his friend continued romping around provocatively, doing all sorts of stupid tricks and poses to get the girls worked into a frenzy. When he started gyrating his hips and making his huge organ bounce profanely, Cruz felt like he was going to puke.

“Whatsa matter, bro?”

Cruz looked over to find Stu Smith, the tight end, standing beside him. He quickly schooled his expression and averted his gaze from the cavorting Caden. “Nothing. Just cold.” He shivered, looking around. “I need to change clothes.”

“Uh huh,” Stu murmured, taking a gulp out of his beer. “Is that all?” His eyes danced with merriment as he gazed significantly at Cruz, raking his eyes up and down his body. “Sure yer not feelin’ inadequate? I mean, that Caden’s really impressive. And talk about balls! He’s gotta have a steel pair to come to the party dressed like that!”

Cruz set his jaw, refusing to reply. As the team alpha, he was keenly aware that he continually danced on the edge of a razor with the rest of the guys. They both respected him and envied him, seeking to knock him down whenever they had the chance. To remain on top, he could show no weakness. It was a vicious game for dominance that played out among the team members and Cruz knew that his position was precarious. Worse, Caden had just made it even more precarious.

“Caden’s a fuckin’ douche!” Cruz spat, scowling at Aiden. “Only a freak would dance around naked like that in front of everyone!”

With that, he stalked off into the garden, his formerly good mood souring like fetid milk.

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He wandered aimlessly, eventually working his way into the hedge maze at the back of the sorority estate. The evening was warm for October and tendrils of mist twined around his ankles and through the trimmed shrubbery. The moon was full and mesmerizing, still low in the sky to the east. Silence reigned as the commotion from the party faded behind him. The air was still.

Feeling sorry for himself and shivering from the damp, Cruz hugged his arms around himself lurched along. He barely noticed anything, didn’t even hear the pleasant drone of the autumn crickets or the trill of the mockingbird perched upon the fountain at the center of the maze. 

He looked up when the shadow of a huge oak enveloped him. It was giant and obviously old, probably predating the sorority by a century or more. Something about its wide limbs and gently rustling leaves called to him. He wandered over to the edge of the fountain and sat down, trailing a hand into the water. The fountain had been turned off and the pool was still. The ripples from his hand spread out in ever-growing rings in the limpid water.

In the center of the fountain was an empty plinth. He examined it idly, wondering why there was no statue upon it. The marble top even had the impressions of large footprints, evidence that an old and very heavy statue had once stood upon the pedestal. Maybe the sorority moved the statue inside for the winter? he wondered.

He had no idea how long he sat there feeling sorry for himself. In the back of his mind, he was hoping that the pretty brunette would notice his absence and follow him back there. She would find him, sitting alone by the fountain, and sit down, moving a lock of his hair out of his eyes and then lean over and…

“Oh, hey, Caden,” he said, jerking with surprise at the giant shadow looming over him. The moon had risen above the oak tree and he had to shade his eyes from the light as he gazed up at the looming figure of his friend. “What’re you doing here? I thought you’d still be dancing naked in front of everyone.” He didn’t try to keep the bitterness out of his voice; Caden was the last person he wanted to see right then.

Caden didn’t reply. He stood there, towering over him with his giant, scaly wings spread. He made for a very realistic gargoyle, Cruz had to admit. His broad, muscular body was perfectly proportioned with his wide shoulders narrowing down to a slim yet powerful waist. And his legs were like a pair of oak trunks. Even his clawed, splayed feet looked real.

Caden shifted, moving closer, and Cruz sniffed the air delicately, wrinkling his nose. “Dude,” he complained, “yer not wearing deodorant, are you? You smell like a fuckin’ barn!”

This was met with a guttural chuckle as Caden stepped even closer. Soon, he was so near that Cruz could feel the heat emanating from his body. The dude’s rich, potent scent filled his nostrils, making him feel lightheaded.

He was starting to draw away when Caden pounced on him.

“Hey! Stop!” he shouted, trying to wrestle free of his friend’s strong grip. But Caden had him and wasn’t about to let him go. Cruz cried out as his friend’s prosthetic talons dug painfully into his arms. “Ow, you fucker! That hurts! STOP–Ungh!”

He choked in surprise as Caden’s tongue plunged down his open mouth. Cruz panicked, unable to breathe and unable to believe what was happening. A guy’s tongue was down his throat! And what a long, slimy, gross tongue it was! Cruz’s eyes rolled back in his head and he gagged as inch after inch after inch of that prehensile appendage forced its way down. (How long was Caden’s tongue anyway?)

Talk about disgusting! Cruz fought back as hard as he could, trying desperately to free himself from Caden’s grip. It was no use, though. He could barely breathe with that disgusting thing worming its way down his throat and finally gave up struggling. All he could do was hang there, suspended in the air with his cleats kicking ineffectually, as Caden opened his gaping maw and more and more of his fat, nasty tongue slithered down his throat. Cruz fought back waves of nausea, feeling his gorge rising from his stomach. It was probably his imagination but he felt like his insides were readjusting to accommodate that ridiculously long and muscular organ, widening and then thickening until his throat was permanently altered.

Maybe it was the lack of oxygen or maybe there was something about being ‘kissed’ by a guy but Cruz’s vision began to dance. Reality altered around him and the moonlit world became refracted and shimmery. The oak tree’s branches seemed to widen and reach out toward them. The moon grew huge and orange in the sky above. Water erupted out of the fountain, arcing overhead in rainbow diamonds. It was like they had stepped into another world.

His body went limp in Caden’s grip and he arched his neck. Defeat turned to surrender and then–more distressingly to his heterosexual ego–invitation soon followed. Cruz wilted in humiliation as he felt himself actively begin to invite his friend’s tongue inside. He swallowed, tasting Caden’s musky richness. His friend’s mouth smelled foul and alluring at the same time. He sighed when Caden drew him against his hot, hairy, broad chest. Unable to resist the invitation, Cruz reached out and wrapped his arms around his bro’s toned, muscular torso. Caden’s enormous arms embraced him.

They were locked together, mouth to mouth, Caden’s tongue tickling his insides. Time stood still and Cruz surrendered everything…everything…everything. He was left empty and aimless, a hollow vessel that existed only to be filled by Caden.

After a while, Caden pulled away and his enormous, sloppy tongue hung dripping and listless from his gaping jaws. His feral eyes glowed yellow with lust as he leered down at Cruz. Even though he said nothing, the message was clear: Cruz belonged to him and him alone. Whatever he wanted, Cruz would do without question.

Cruz gazed upward, starry-eyed with desire. It didn’t make any sense! He was straight! But, fuck, oh, fuck, he didn’t care! He’d never felt so violated and yet so alive in his life. He marveled at his friend’s wolflike mask. It looked so real, right down to the pointy ears and long nose. And those horns! Caden’s mask sported a twisted, gnarled set of horns that looked truly demonic. His entire head was covered with shaggy, gray fur that spilled down his neck and onto his mounded shoulders. Even his chest was covered with fur and his armpits…

Cruz buried his face in one of those fragrant armpits, rooting around and snorting like a hungry pig. The hair was coarse and scratchy and profanely stinky but Cruz didn’t care. He was overcome with lust the more he breathed in his friend’s redolent, bestial musk. It was like an aphrodisiac.

Caden lifted his snout and let out a long, low growl as Cruz nosed his armpits, licking and sucking and chewing on that gorgeous, thick hair. Yum!

He barely noticed when Caden’s claws began ripping apart his football uniform. Only when his friend had thoroughly shredded his jersey and tossed his shoulder pads to the side and then reached down claw at his tights did he awake from his delirious stupor.

“Hey! Wait! What’re–?”

Too late.

Caden had already ripped his tights off. They fell to the ground in shreds. Cruz looked down with dismay and realized he was clad only in his orange jockstrap and cleats. And Caden was clad only in…

“HOLY FUCK!!! WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT???!!!!”

He looked back at Caden just in time to see the impossible happen. A giant, pulsing, red, knobby member shot out from a weird, furry sheath on Caden’s groin. Below the sheath was an immense pair of testicles in a furry sac that would have put a bull to shame. Cruz barely noticed the huge nuts, though; he was too fixated on the ugly, spear-like doggy dick that had miraculously sprouted on his friend’s body. It was as immense as it was disgusting. As he stared, a thick, yellow globule of cum slid out of the wide slit at the tip of that ugly cock.

He barely had time to register the inhuman size of that knobby dick before Caden thrust it into his mouth. For the second time, Cruz gagged but this time, instead of a tongue, he was swallowing an alien cock that was far too large to belong to a man and should never have been able to fit in his mouth.

And yet he swallowed it whole.

Caden thrust it savagely down, burying himself to the hilt in the hapless Cruz’s mouth. Cruz’s eye bulged and he wanted to throw up. That hideous cock tasted even worse than it looked and it burned like a poker inside him, scorching his throat. Once again, he felt his throat muscles stretch and reconfigure themselves, adjusting forever to a much bigger size, a size capable of swallowing a monster cock…or a monster’s cock.

Like his tongue, Caden’s cock was very persuasive and Cruz eventually gave up fighting and started sucking like a good servant. He even purred with happiness when Caden took the back of his head and forced him to go all the way down on him before pulling him back again and allowing him to gasp for air. And then he was going down again on that greasy, slimy, pungent cock, savoring its juices as they trickled down his throat and out of the corners of his mouth.

Disappointingly, Caden pulled out his giant tool before he came. Cruz stared up at him, his own tongue hanging out of his mouth. Strangely, it felt longer and thicker than it should have been and curled down past his chin. He was too drunk with lust to care, though, and could only stare besotted at his friend.

Caden’s prehensile tongue curled out and lapped his face, slathering him with fragrant saliva. Their tongues twined together, Caden’s was long and thick and Cruz’s was thinner and shorter but still very substantial. Cruz had never realized how fucking sexy a guy in a gargoyle costume could be and he vaguely wondered how Caden had managed to make it look so lifelike. He didn’t really care, though. Fuck, he didn’t care! All he wanted was for Caden to take and use him, make him his willing servant.

He didn’t have to wait long. Caden lifted him in his clawed hands, balancing him on the shaft of his enormous cock. Cruz arched his back and sighed with happiness as he felt that thick, moist, unnaturally long cock slide between his thighs and then rest in the cleft of his big, fat ass. He was achingly erect in his jockstrap, he realized, looking down at himself.

Wait, what?

He gave a little start when he saw how hairy he was. His crotch, belly, legs, chest and armpits were all sprouting an ever-growing pelt of black hair. He reached down and touched himself, shivering as his fingers touched the thicket of hair that shouldn’t have been there. (He shaved himself smooth every day but, even without shaving, he had never been hairy.) Fur curled out from the cleft of his pecs and ran in an ever-denser carpet down his belly, culminating in a profusion of black pubic hair pouring out of the sides and top of his jockstrap. His armpits, sprouting a redolent forest of thick, scraggly hair, now rivaled Caden’s.

And his nipples!

Fuck, his nipples looked huge. He gently pinched his right nip between his fingers and moaned. It felt so good! His dark brown areolas were big and puffy and his nipples were distended. It almost looked like he had tits!

He was so preoccupied with fingering his nipples that he didn’t notice that Caden had lowered him to the ground. Soon, the big guy was pushing him down, positioning Cruz on his hands and knees. His big, voluptuous ass greeted the cool night air as Caden pressed down on the small of his back, forcing him to arch his back. Then the huge man sank down on top of him, gripping him almost savagely by the shoulders and yanking his head back.

Still, Cruz was oblivious to what Caden had in mind. He grinned happily, sagging under the immense weight of his friend.  He spread his legs, giggling like a little boy. His little cock was straining in his jockstrap and he could feel curly hairs growing around his butthole. Caden’s rough fur was like sandpaper on his sensitive skin. It tickled! Only when he felt the hot, moist tip of that enormous, warty dog-cock pressing against his little virgin rosebud did he snap out of it.

“Waith!” he cried, finding it difficult to speak clearly with his newly enlarged tongue. “Caythen! I’m noth readith!”

In answer, Caden lowered his muzzle and sank his long, serpentine tongue deep into Cruz’s mouth once again. Cruz gasped, sucking it further in. Caden pushed in deeper, deeper, deeper. The further that slobbery appendage descended, the more Cruz relaxed. Soon, he was so relaxed and happy that he didn’t care anymore about losing the last bastion of his heterosexuality. He gurgled with contentment as his sphincter loosened and he felt his tender, tight rosebud begin to flower.

Caden struck!

He drove his slippery organ with surprising speed and violence inside Cruz’s asshole. Cruz tried to cry out but couldn’t because Caden’s tongue was still lodged down his throat. He saw stars and his vision fogged but, much like his throat, his anus gaped wide, gobbling up Caden’s shaft. Cruz felt his insides reroute themselves, expanding and loosening and distending until he made the perfect vessel for that massive cock.

Caden’s tongue pulled out of his throat and his friend lifted his head and bayed at the moon. The deep, guttural howl held a note of pure triumph and bliss. Caden rammed his rod deeper. Cruz moaned, feeling that giant tool part his insides and fill his stomach cavity. He looked down at his belly and was repulsed by how big and bloated it had become. He looked like he’d gained a hundred pounds! But it was a hundred pounds of beast-cock, not fat, that filled him to the brim.

Once his hole was good and gaping and his insides had expanded to accommodate that enormous tool, Caden’s knobby cock felt good as it rubbed in and out, pushing deeper and deeper. Cruz whimpered like a little cub. Affectionately, Caden lowered his muzzle and their tongues entwined once again, doing little loop-de-loops together. Cruz relaxed further. He loved the feeling of being lapped by his friend’s long tongue while being raped by his long tool.

Caden began to sweat with excursion and his potent musk filled the air. It dripped onto Cruz, coating his body in a smelly sheen. He grunted in surprise, looking down at himself. His body was even hairier than a moment ago. The black forest had expanded, enveloping his belly and chest. He could feel a beard growing on his face, too, and longed to reach up and scratch it. But he was stuck in position by Caden. The huge man had him pinned beneath him, his great, leathery wings folded around their bodies, enveloping them in a ripe, stinky cocoon of musk and cum.

Caden’s climax hit Cruz’s anal cavity with a tsunami of cum. Cruz braced, arching his back even further to receive the full magnitude of the fountain. His eyes rolled back in his head and he whined as gallon after gallon of Caden’s seed emptied into him. His belly swelled like a balloon, stretched to capacity. Cruz felt like he was swimming in an ocean of cum…or maybe the ocean of cum was inside him? He didn’t care. All he knew was that Caden’s hips were bucking wildly and he was driving his mutant shaft ever deeper inside him as he spewed. Cruz was so saturated with cum that he swore he could taste it. But that was impossible, right?

After what seemed like forever, Caden stopped moaning and bucking and leaned back on his furry haunches, pulling Cruz with him. Cruz felt that giant, ugly cock still pulsing inside him. Globs of cum ran down its lodged shaft, pouring out of Cruz’s hole. Despite the grotesque knowledge of what Caden had done to him, ruining his virgin hole forever, Cruz never wanted him to pull out because, more than he dreaded a gaping man-cunt, he dreaded the inevitable emptiness that would follow.

He wasn’t left empty; Caden made sure of that. When his ugly cock finally slipped out of Cruz’s ass lips with a wet slurp, most of his cum stayed inside. Cruz stared down at himself, both amazed and repulsed by the big, round belly he now sported. He cringed when he touched it, feeling all of that hot, viscous cum sloshing around inside. Would he ever deflate or was he stuck like this for the rest of his life? How the fuck would he play football with a belly this huge? What if he had to wear diapers? And did this mean he was now a big fag?

As if reading his fears, Caden cradled him in the shelter of his wings, lolling tongue idly lapping Cruz’s cheek. Cruz looked up at him and tried to smile but his newly elongated tongue made this impossible and his smile looked more like a sickly leer. It should have bothered him more than it did. Everything should have bothered him more than it did! He just been fucked by a monster cock that inflated his belly like a balloon and his tight butthole had been ruined forever. What the fuck had just happened?

The strange but inexorable truth, though, was that he never wanted this to end, this bliss of being cradled like a fat baby after being fucked. He couldn’t remember ever wanting anything else, ever wanting anyone else. Why had he ever felt threatened by Caden? Why had he thought he was straight? The very idea seemed like a bizarre fantasy from a far off life in a far off land. Right now, all that mattered to him was Caden. 

Big.

Hairy.

Hung.

Hot.

Caden.

Cruz drifted off into a delirious slumber.

***

Chapter 2

His teammates realized Cruz was missing when the party broke up. Looking around for him, they assumed he’d left early. Only Caden, tired after a night of entertaining sorority girls, remained to look for him. He kicked off the furry boots of his gargoyle costume and shrugged off the bat wings and forked tail before finally removing his mask. He was so hot and sweaty! And all for nothing. He hadn’t even scored a single chick’s digits, much less a slap on the ass. So much for his brilliant idea to come dressed as a sexy gargoyle. He sighed, thinking, What’s wrong with me? I’m smart, sexy and have an amazing bod. I should be getting laid a lot more than I am! It had been almost a year since he had sex and that was with a girl who puked all over him when she came.

Defeated, he pulled on a pair of sweatpants and used a towel to clean off some of the gray body paint, wondering idly what happened to Cruz. He’d seen the guy–looking like a drowned rat after being dunked in the tank–when he first arrived but, the next time Caden looked for him, Cruz had disappeared. Probably off boning some hot chick, he thought, shaking his head with envy. Cruz was such a lucky bastard! Unlike Caden who–even after prancing around in his jockstrap all night–was still suffering from a bad case of blue balls, Cruz always scored. He kind of hated him for that…but not too much. Cruz was a good guy. Oh, sure, he could be an arrogant prick but he was still the best friend Caden had ever had.

The catering staff were wearily cleaning off the banquet tables and gathering trash as he wandered back into the gardens. He paused in wonder when he encountered the hedge maze, skin prickling. He’d only seen such places in Harry Potter films and had never expected to find one here. Heart thudding for some unknown reason, he crept inside. His feet crunched on the gravel path as he admired the rosy sunrise in the east and the moon setting in the west. The cedar hedge rose around him, tall but not taller than he was. At well over six and half feet tall, Caden could easily see over the top of the maze, making it easy to find his way through.

The maze led toward an immense oak tree overlooking a grand Italianate fountain. The stately tree’s branches spread wide before him, its leaves tinged gold and red in the early light. Caden drew to a halt when he saw the fountain and his mouth fell open. “Holy fuck!” he exclaimed, looking up at the immense gargoyle statue on the plinth in the center. “That’s… Wait! Is that his cock?”

He gaped up at the statue in disbelief. It was expertly rendered, apparently cut from a single block of gray limestone. Every detail of its body was perfect, right down to its immense knobby erection spewing frothy water like a fountain of cum in the morning air. The hideous beast was leaning back on its haunches, back arched and giant jaws opened wide as it shot its load far and wide. Its scaly wings were spread and its long, fat prehensile tongue curved out from its maw, jutting out at the same angle as its immense male appendage. It was both awe-inspiring and salacious and it brought Caden to his knees.

He had no idea why he did so but he found himself bowing deeply to the statue. It inspired reverence and envy in him and also a bit of lust. What would it be like to be that huge and hung? Probably pretty fucking amazing, he thought, repositioning his cock in his jockstrap. Oh, well, a guy can dream…

The statue was so enthralling that he didn’t notice Cruz until he nearly stepped on him. He drew back in surprise when he heard a plaintive whimper and looked down at his feet.

“The fuck?!” he sputtered, unable to believe his eyes. “Cruz, is that you?”

Cruz was curled up like a bunny rabbit, arms hugging his knees and his sizable butt sticking up in the air. (Ha! Caden thought, both amused and a little scandalized. I can tell he’s Brazilian like me. He’s got an ass!) Cruz was wearing only a jockstrap and appeared to be lying atop the shreds of his football uniform in a spreading puddle of coagulated milk.

Or maybe it wasn’t milk?

Caden’s nose wrinkled as he was hit full-on with the scent of man musk and cum. He covered his nostrils, feeling lightheaded. The sight of his best friend curled up naked in a puddle of something that could only be an enormous load of spunk was disorienting enough but then he caught sight of his buddy’s ruined asshole. WTF?! It was impossible not to notice it, actually. The dude’s butt was pointed directly at him and he was curled up in such a way that Caden had an unencumbered view of his parted ass cheeks…

…and gaping man cunt…

…on a guy who was supposedly straight.

Caden froze. He’d never seen anything like this before. In fact, he couldn’t remember if he’d ever even seen a guy’s butthole. He fought conflicting impulses to turn away in revulsion and to stare in horrified fascination. It didn’t require an Einstein to figure out what had transpired: Cruz had sneaked away from the party to get fucked up the ass. Repeatedly. And by a guy with a really, really, really big dick, from the look of things. But by whom? Caden looked around but the garden was deserted. Whoever had fucked him was long gone.

Cruz is gay? Caden rubbed his forehead, trying to wrap his tired and beleaguered brain around this information. But Cruz has always been such a pussy hound! He’d never suspected for a moment that the dude might be bi, let alone full-on, butt-fucking gay. It didn’t add up.

Did someone rape him? He needed to ponder this for only a moment before realizing it couldn’t be true. Sure, Cruz’s uniform was in shreds but his body was not bruised. He didn’t have any cuts or scrapes and there was no sign of a struggle. No, the butt-sex had been consensual. Very consensual. He willed himself to turn away but not before he witnessed an unforgettable sight: Cruz’s wide, vertical ass lips leaking torrents of yellowish white cum. Caden swallowed uncomfortably. Now this was something he’d never expected to find when he went looking for his friend!

Another pitiful whimper from Cruz brought him back to his senses and he squared his broad shoulders, getting down to business. There would be time later to quiz Cruz about his sexual escapade but right now he needed to get him out of there!

He knelt down to urge Cruz to his feet, snatching his hand back in alarm when he spotted the dense thicket of fur covering the guy’s back, butt, armpits and even neck. It wasn’t quite a pelt like an animal’s but it was pretty thick! He puzzled over it, tilting his head and realizing the dude’s cheeks–what he could see of them at least–were likewise covered in black hair. Cruz had a full beard! Caden thought back, remembering that Cruz had been clean-shaven when he saw him earlier. He was always clean-shaven! The poor guy could never even grow a single hair on his chest, much less on his face.

But now…

Fuck, Cruz was a beast!

How could that happen? Caden had never heard of such a thing. Men didn’t suddenly sprout hair all over their bodies! Except apparently for Cruz.

Just get him home! Caden reminded himself. He was exhausted and just needed to sleep. He was probably just hallucinating due to lack of sleep. He’d heard about this happening before. He shook his head and reached down to roll Cruz over, trying to wake him. After initially resisting his efforts to roll him over, Caden finally managed to get him on his back.

And then he saw his face.

“Holy fuck!” he shouted, inadvertently snatching his hand away. Cruz looked demonic! His formerly square features were now distinctly lupine or maybe that was canine? The new beard definitely added to the resemblance. But it was those ears poking out from Cruz’s shaggy hair and the impossibly long, thick tongue lolling out of his half-open mouth that really gave Caden pause.

How the fuck did he grow that tongue?! And those pointy ears?! He closed his eyes and rubbed his brow furiously, trying to convince himself he was imagining things but when he reopened his eyes, nothing had changed. Cruz still had a long, wet, sticky tongue hanging out of his mouth and his ears were still tapered and pointy.

And were those fangs?

Caden’s skin was clammy by this point. He felt like he’d somehow entered another realm, been swept into the land of faerie or some fucked up shit like that. Shit like this didn’t happen in his world! Straight guys didn’t get fucked up the ass and sprout fur all over their bodies. And they certainly didn’t grow long, ugly tongues and pointy ears! It just didn’t happen!

He knelt there, head spinning and feeling slightly ill, until Cruz cracked an eyelid and gazed up at him with the sweetest, tenderest, most innocent expression on his demonic face. “Cay–then,” he slurred, finding it impossible to talk properly with such a long tongue. The tip of that tongue curled upward, lifting off his hairy chin and stretching an impossible distance, bridging the gap between their faces. Caden braced but didn’t pull away when it slid across his cheek. He could feel a trail of drool along his jawline where Cruz’s tongue touched him.

“Cruz,” he murmured, instinctively reaching down to cup his friend’s furry cheek with his big hand. “How are ya, buddy?”

“Coldth,” came the weak reply. Then, “Holdth meeth.” Cruz lifted his thick arms and wrapped them around Caden’s neck, hugging him closely. His body was rough with bristly hair and fragrant with musk. It wasn’t as repellant as Caden expected.

Caden realized he was smiling. He didn’t know why, only that it felt good to be hugged by Cruz. And it felt good to be needed, too. Yeah, he liked feeling needed. Cruz had always been standoffish but right now he was so cute, so sweet, so…

“Here, buddy, let’s get ya home,” he murmured, still smiling. “Can ya walk?”

“Noth, carry meeth!” Cruz pleaded, tightening his arms around Caden’s neck.

“Very well.” Caden didn’t know why he was so touched by this. He couldn’t stop grinning! He started to lift his friend in his arms but stopped when he caught sight of the dude’s belly. “Holy fuck, Cruz!” he sputtered. “What happened to you! You’re fat!” He regretted saying it as soon as the words came out of his mouth. It hurt him to see Cruz wince and wrinkle his face. He looked like he was about to cry! Caden scrambled to walk back the cruel comment, saying, “I mean, don’t get me wrong, you look good with a belly. I’m just, you know. Fuck, buddy, I don’t know what to say!”

“Youth didth ith!” Cruz complained. It wasn’t Cayden’s imagination, his eyes were filled with tears and soon they were running down his furry cheeks. “Youth madeth meeth likth thith!”

“I did…this to you?” Caden stammered. “Cruz, I would never…I mean, I could never! It’s just not possible!”

“Youth didth! Youth didth!” his buddy insisted, whimpering. This long tongue was flailing back and forth frantically. “Ith wasth youth!”

Caden was at a loss for words. What could he say? Clearly, Cruz had taken leave of his senses. Fuck, he felt like he’d taken leave of his own senses! He was so tired. And his brain was fried. This was more than he could handle right now. He just needed to sleep. Maybe after he rested, things would make sense because right now nothing fucking made any sense!

He did the weirdest thing then. He had no idea why but a powerful impulse came over him and he leaned down and kissed Cruz on the cheek. “Don’t worry, buddy,” he soothed, pulling his face away. “I’ll get ya home. We’ll get some sleep and talk more about this later. Deal?”

Cruz’s beautiful, soft brown eyes went wide at the touch of Caden’s lips on his cheek and he nodded. “Dealth,” he said, folding his arms around Caden’s neck again and hugging him tightly. He snuffled loudly in his ear.

Caden smiled, hefting his strangely transformed buddy in his strong arms. Cruz wasn’t light, especially now that he sported such a big, round belly, but Caden was a really tough dude and hoisting Cruz into his arms was no big deal. He put one arm under the dude’s knees and another under his back and carried him through the maze and out to his truck. He ignored the strange stares they received from the catering staff and just kept walking. He knew what a sight they made but what could he do?

Cruz snuggled up against him, cooing like a baby. Caden started to smile and then stiffened at an unfamiliar sensation, looked down to find his buddy suckling on one of his nipples. “Ungh!” he gasped, wondering, Why’s he doing that? He knew it was weird but he didn’t stop him. Cruz looked so angelic with his tit in his mouth! It was cute. And also kind of hot. Caden’s nipple was very sensitive and grew more sensitive the harder Cruz sucked.

When he felt his cock stiffening in his jock, he decided to end it, saying, “Ok, buddy, that’s enough. Yer sucking a little too hard!” Cruz giggled and continued suckling until Caden forced him to stop. When he finally succeeded in freeing his nipple from Cruz’s lips–the dude was using his bizarre tongue to lick his tit while he sucked!–he did a double take. The little fucker had just turned his tiny, hard nipple into a fucking teat! His right nipple was now a couple inches long and fatter than his little finger!

Cruz grinned impishly up at him and then promptly started sucking his other nipple. Caden moaned involuntarily, knees buckling. He had to admit it felt really good being nursed! It was almost worth getting a pair of man-teats out of the deal. He scowled down at his buddy, muttering, “My fuckin’ tits had better shrink back down to normal or yer in so much trouble!”

Cruz merely giggled and sucked even harder, causing Caden’s eyes to roll back in his head. This would certainly go down as one of the weirdest days of his life! Never in a million years would he have expected to be carrying a naked Cruz back to his truck while the dude sucked on his nipples! Life was certainly full of surprises.

He drove back to their frat house and was relieved that their brothers were all still asleep. He hefted Cruz back into his arms and carried him upstairs to his room where he proceeded to rinse the dude off in the shower. (He smelled like a fucking manure pile!) He grimaced when he looked down at his chest and saw again what Cruz had done to his nipples. They were ‘udderly’ ruined! He looked like a fuckin’ freak! He now possessed a couple of bullets for tits. They were so big and swollen that they drooped down under their new, much more substantial weight.

Cruz, however, was delighted by them and kept sucking on them as Caden rinsed him off in the shower. Caden was naked, too, and…quite erect. He looked down at his thick ten-incher in surprise. Why was he so turned on taking a shower with another dude? He showered with the guys on the team all the time and never once chubbed up. He scrubbed at the gray body paint while Cruz sucked his tits and his erection grew bigger and harder and fatter until he was hard as a fucking rock.

The harder his cock got, the harder it was for him to deny the reason: Cruz was fucking hotter than shit! He shook his head at himself, mystified. Why had he never realized that he had a thing for chubby, hairy dudes before? Hairy, chubby dudes with chodes, that is. Cruz’s little guy barely poked out of the dense thicket of his black pubes but Caden could tell the guy was really turned on, too. His fat sausage was probably under five inches long but it was super fat. The thick head of his glans peeked out of the folds of his foreskin. His hairy low-hangers rivaled Caden’s own, being extraordinarily heavy and full. They swayed languidly between his thick, furry thighs further driving Caden mad with lust.

Only his heterosexual pride prevented him from bending Cruz over right there in the shower and fucking him up his big, sloppy man cunt. That and his fatigue. He was so tired he doubted he’d be able to keep it up for long. Big dick problems! he thought, shaking his head. His cock was so long that it took effort to keep it hard and when he was tired, his erections had a tendency to flag. He kind of envied Cruz for having such a small cock.

Part of him also thought that if he slept, he’d wake up and everything would be back to normal. He felt like he’d stepped into a strange yet familiar world where reality had been turned upside down. In this new world, anything was possible. And he wasn’t sure if he liked it. He wanted his old, comfortable life back!

Exerting sheer force of will, he managed to corral Cruz away from his nipples and shepherd him to bed. The dude refused to go back to his own bedroom, though, flopped down on Caden’s unmade bed. He lay on his back with his huge, round belly sloshing back and forth and his long, fat tongue flopping to and fro. His eyes were glazed and he looked half drunk. His little cock was pointing up at the ceiling, still achingly erect and oozing precum.

The visual shouldn’t have turned him on but it did. Caden sighed, looking down at his thick, fat cock and saw he was dripping pre, too. What’s a guy to do? Fuck his best friend? No, he couldn’t do that. At least not yet. First, he needed to sleep. For a long time. And then he would revisit this. That is, if Cruz was still…well, if Cruz was still a fat, little goblin.

He collapsed on the bed next to him and smiled when his buddy snuggled into his armpit. He slung his arm over Cruz’ shoulders and promptly fell asleep.

***

Cruz awoke nestled up next to Caden in bed. His big friend was snoring loudly, splayed out on his back with his arms thrown out to the side. Cruz’s nose was burrowed into Caden’s fragrant armpit and he snuffled fondly, drinking in the odor. Caden didn’t wake up.

His friend had taken off his costume, although his skin still had a smudges of grayish body paint here and there. Cruz lifted his head and took in the splendor that was Cayden Medieros. His bro was giant! Everything about him was big from his huge, fat schlong flopped out on his taut, toned belly to his long legs and arms and incredibly bulging muscles. His dark brown hair was shaggy and unkempt but that only made him look sexier. His brown beard was equally unkempt but it only served to draw attention to his blunt, masculine features. His nose was wide and flared, evidence of his Afro-Brazilian heritage and his lips were full. His eyelids curved down, making him look almost Asian. His eyelashes were long and curly, almost feminine. There was a lazy smile on his handsome face as if he were enjoying a particularly pleasant dream. His naked skin, where it wasn’t smudged with gray paint, was dark brown. His entire body was covered with a liberal coating of thick, brown-black hair. It was especially thick on his legs and around his pendulous balls and that magnificent cock.

Cruz grinned, pushing himself up and moving his way down Cayden’s sleeping form. He sniffed the air, licking his chops with his elongated tongue.

Caden’s furry legs were spread and his huge balls hung down over his taint. His cock–already harder than a moment ago–was starting to lift off that taut, hairy belly. Any other newly-minted queer boy would have gone right for that magnificent cock but Cruz was drawn to something else. Something more fragrant; it was that taint–or. more precisely, where it led–that got his attention. Caden’s taint was covered in the most gloriously aromatic hair! He pushed himself down between Cayden’s legs, shoving them wide. Then he lowered his nose down into that delectable taint, snuffling loudly. Caden’s man-sized balls rested on his forehead, rolling around in their sac.

Musk! Fuck, that musky scent! It was pure man and it made Cruz incredibly horny. His small, fat cock was throbbing and he reached down and massaged it as he nosed his way into the cleft between Cayden’s thick thighs.

Ah, glorious! He pushed in further, forcing Cayden’s thighs wider. Still not content, he shifted them over his shoulders.

That was it!

With Cayden’s legs over his shoulders, Cruz licked his lips (and chin and neck) with his freakish tongue. He sniffed one last time, savoring the delicious aroma of Cayden’s ripe manhole and then he extended that tongue, zeroing it in on the target. That tight pucker reeked of all sorts of forbidden smells. The real question that tormented Cruz, though, was how did it taste?

Cayden moaned when Cruz’s tongue scored his hole.

And he relaxed.

His pucker opened ever so slightly.

Cruz grinned, drooling profusely by this point. Caden tasted better than anything he could have imagined. He couldn’t get enough of that rich stink. That heavenly man musk!

He worked the tip of his tongue deeper, moaning with pleasure.

Cayden moaned in response, shifting his legs and inching his butt closer to Cruz, making his job easier. Not that it mattered. With an eight-inch tongue, Cruz had plenty of reach. He traced the tip of his freaky tongue around Caden’s asshole, loving how it made his bro moan.

But, wait!

Something was happening.

At first he thought it was his imagination but then he realized it was real.

Everywhere his wet, sloppy tongue touched, Caden sprouted more hair. His asshole had been hairy before but now the hair was denser, longer and even stinkier. New, curly, kinky, rough hair follicles were sprouting everywhere around his pucker. Caden’s tongue could feel every one. It was invigorating and so fucking hot!

He pulled back to look at his handiwork.

Caden now had a thicket of black, kinky hair circling his asshole and it was growing thicker by the second.

Hot!

Cruz sat back on his haunches, his big belly drooping of his erection ang resting on the mattress. A day ago, he would have been mortified to have such an enormous gut but now he didn’t care. All he cared about was Caden.

Or corrupting Caden…

He grinned, his floppy tongue lolling out of the corner of his mouth. Saliva dripped down onto his corpulent belly as he examined his bro, deciding what to do next. Making up his mind, he leaned down and, tongue hovering over Caden’s giant cock, he flicked out the tip and ran it along the outline of Caden’s sausage. Instantly, coarse black hair sprouted wherever that tongue touched.

Cruz giggled happily.

This is fun!

He lovingly lifted Caden’s cock and then licked around the base. More hair! It wriggled out of his flesh like eager tendrils, rapidly thickening and coarsening until Caden’s bush was immense. He had the biggest forest of pubes imaginable! 

And it was all Cruz’s doing.

Cruz was just getting started. He worked his way upward, giving Caden a thick, black treasure trail that led up to his outie belly button. There, he lapped and lapped in ever expanding circles until his bro’s navel was surrounded by a saucer of black hair. And then he kept going up to his bro’s mounded pecs.

He stopped, eyebrows going up in surprise, when he saw the dude’s distended teats. They were already encircled by thick, black hair. Had he done that? He thought back, eyes brightening when he remembered. Yes, he had! Caden had let him suckle on his tits last night. Cruz remembered how yummy they were. And how good it felt when they grew in his mouth, expanding and fattening. It was fuckin’ hot!

He got to work.

Within minutes, Caden’s chest was smothered in fur. A dense, rich mat of black hair emanated from around his huge nipples. Cruz buried his face in it, sniffing deeply. That aroma! Caden’s smell was intoxicating, addictive. He couldn’t get enough of it! It was both carnal and spicy and it turned him on to no end.

Now it was time for Caden’s face.

Cruz lifted his dripping tongue and regarded his still-sleeping bro’s visage. Caden already had a shaggy beard of sorts but it could be thicker. Wait! What was that? There was already a long stripe of thick, black, curly hair on his right cheek. It stood out, mostly because it was so much thicker than the rest of his beard but also because of the asymmetry. 

Cruz stared at it, drooling. Did I do that? he wondered. He couldn’t remember licking Caden there but what other explanation could there be? Well, I can’t leave him like that, he decided. Back to work!

When he was done, Caden’s beard was ten times thicker. Cruz was delighted with the results. Caden was already really manly but he looked even more masculine with such a full beard. It drew attention to his full, soft lips and kind eyes which, even closed, were angelic. In fact, with his eyes closed and a satisfied smile on his lips, Caden looked so beautiful. It made Cruz’s heart pound in his chest.

He gazed down at his handiwork, pleased and excited by the changes he’d wrought on his bro’s burgeoning body. Caden looked like a total beast from the crotch upward. Now all he had to do was carpet those bulging thighs with curly black fur.

Five minutes later, Caden’s legs were so furry that it was almost impossible to see his skin underneath. Cruz’s mouth and cock were drooling uncontrollably by this point but he wasn’t done! He coaxed his bro to roll over. Caden complied, too sleepy to do anything but moan. When he was in a prone position, Cruz paused to admire the guy’s stunning proportions. His shoulders were so broad and his waist so tiny! And talk about an ass! Caden’s swollen glutes almost rivaled Cruz’s own, although they were a lot more muscular and there was a lot less padding.

Yep, he’s Brazilian! Cruz thought, grinning. Brazilian guys had the thickest cocks and even thicker asses.

He licked every inch of the back of Caden’s legs, giving him a forest of black hair to match his front. He stopped, though, when he got to that big, muscular ass. He pondered what to do. Should he give him a furry ass and back, too? But, no, he decided that he liked Caden’s ass the way it was. It was hairy but not overly so. He had just the right amount of fur. Manly enough but also not so manly that one couldn’t admire those big, round cakes.

But that crack needed some work…

A minute later, Caden’s ass crack was filled to overflowing with black hair. Cruz crossed his arms, flicking drool off his tongue and laughing when tiny spots of thick hair sprouted on his bro’s butt where the droplets landed. It was hot!

Back to business, Cruz! He parted Caden’s thighs, exposing his furry taint. He licked upward, filling his taint with a long line of black hair. When he parted his bro’s ass cheeks to expose his crack, though, he was greeted by a surprise.

Caden’s manhole had grown!

He gaped at the giant butthole, unable to believe his eyes.

Not only was the dude’s hole hairier but it was also thicker and wider and noticeably protruding. Caden now sported a bulging anal ring, evidence that Cruz’s magic tongue could do more than force hair growth. He could also alter his bro’s body!

Fuck! he gasped, feeling his choad throb. I can give Caden a man cunt to match my own!

He buried his face in Caden’s ass cheeks, rooting around in there like an eager pig. While his big bro moaned and pushed his buttocks upward, inviting Cruz’s tongue in, Cruz gave him the biggest, thickest, most swollen anus known to man. It bulged outward from between his meaty cakes, swelling to prodigious proportions. Soon, it was just as big as Cruz’s cunt but there was one big difference: It was super tight and, rather than a gaping vertical ‘smile,’ it was puckered and round.

Cruz wedged his tongue in deeper, laughing to himself. It delighted him to no end to do to Caden what Caden had done to him. Paybacks were hell, maybe, but they were also incredibly fun! Caden, still half-asleep, was blissfully oblivious to Cruz’s mischief. Waking slowly, he arched his back and relaxed his huge man cunt, inviting Cruz’s tongue inside.

Cruz was only too happy to oblige. Getting up on his hands and knees, he pushed his face into Caden’s ass, tongue reaching out eagerly. In no time, he penetrated an inch into that fragrant and tasty man-chute. Another inch. And another. Caden’s moans were growing louder and he was pushing his butt down and out, inviting more of Cruz’s tongue inside. His prostate couldn’t be too much farther…

Cruz was so engrossed in eating Caden’s ass that he was unaware that the door to the bedroom was open behind them. Anyone passing by in the hallway had a perfect view of Cruz’s backside. And, as he became ever more frenzied with his exuberant ass-licking, he pushed out his big, soft buttocks and leaned down further.

His gaping, overly-used man cunt spread wide. It was huge and loose and unmistakable.

And it didn’t go unnoticed.

Aiden Delonis, the team’s second-string quarterback and a fellow frat member, occupied the room next to Caden’s. Groggy and hungover from partying the night before, he was padding out of his room in his boxers when he passed by Caden’s open doorway. He yawned and scratched an armpit and would have kept moving if Caden hadn’t moaned at that moment. Aiden stopped in his tracks and, realizing his bro must have finally gotten lucky and brought home a chick, looked inside.

“What the–!?” he sputtered, catching himself before Cruz overheard.

He goggled at the sight of the ass-end of the team quarterback, thinking at first those huge mounded buttocks belonged to a woman. The thick, black hair sprouting all over those giant orbs, though, told another story. It was a dude!

And what the fuck was that?

Aiden nearly vomited when he realized what he was looking at: A giant, gaping man pussy! He wanted badly to look away but was mesmerized by the sight of those vertical ass lips. On a dude!

It was just wrong!

So disgusting!

Yeah, disgusting.

So disgusting that he needed to share this moment. Such a scandalous event could not be savored alone! He had to get Stu. The dude really needed to see this. Caden was getting his ass eaten by a bro with a huge cunt for an asshole!

Stealthily, he turned and crept back down the hall, waking his buddy, Stu Smith, from a drunken slumber.

“Dude! Bro!” he hissed. “Ya gotta see this! C’mere!”

Stu complained but allowed Aiden to tug him out of bed and down the hallway to Caden’s room. There, Aiden watched his buddy’s face with amusement as Stu blinked sleepily at the carnal scene playing out on the bed. When he finally realized what he was seeing, he snorted so loudly with laughter that Cruz heard him. Freezing mid-lick, he jerked his head upward and looked over his shoulder to find Stu and Aiden chortling with laughter. Blushing furiously, he scrambled off the bed, his huge belly flopping back and forth and nearly toppling him to the ground. His tongue was still hanging out of his mouth–indeed, it was so long that he could barely fit inside any more.

Before he could slam the door in their faces, he was forced to witness Stu and Aiden’s shock at his greatly altered appearance. If they were shocked by his gaping cunt or him going down on Caden’s asshole, it was nothing compared to the sight of his long ears, long tongue and giant belly. Their eyes first went round and then narrowed as they registered his freakish changes. Then they burst out in gales of laughter, clutching their sides and generally carrying on like a pair of assholes.

Cruz glared at them, slamming the door shut in their faces, but not before Stu and Aiden looked at each other, exclaiming, “Jesus, would ya look at him! He’s turned into a fat, gay demon!”

Shoulders falling, Cruz withered under the assault of their taunts and laughter, still audible through the closed door. He gazed dejectedly down at the floor and would have started crying if Caden hadn’t yelled out, “Just fuckin’ ignore those asshole, Cruz! Now get back here and finish the job! I’m ready to blow!”

The sound of Caden’s commanding voice had an instant effect on him. It communicated more than just urgency; it let him know that Caden liked him just the way he was and wasn’t going to stand for anyone picking on him. He smiled, feeling his confidence slowly return.  When he turned back, he was rewarded with the taboo sight of Caden positioned on his hands and knees, his hefty ass pointing straight at Cruz’s face. As he watched, his big, macho bro pushed his butt backwards and opened his huge, new hole, all but begging Cruz’s tongue to come rape him.

And he did.

***

“I’ve never been tongue-fucked before. Christ, I swear ya were licking my prostate!” Caden marveled after he’d shot his load all over the sheets in a hands-free orgasm. “But, then again,” he continued, “I’ve never been tongued…down there, either. I’ve never could find me a chick who would go anywhere near my hole.” He grinned at Cruz, drawing him in for a sweaty hug. “Yer the best bro a bro could have, Cruz!”

Cruz was just happy that Caden was happy. He looked up at his big bro with starry eyes, instantly falling head over heels in love. Caden was so handsome! Caden was so manly! Caden was so kind!

Caden was…

Caden was just noticing the changes that Cruz had wrought upon his body while he slept.

Looking down at his nakedness and taking in his distended nipples and copious body hair, his eyes went round with amazement. When he reached up to rub his chin and felt the ridiculously dense beard covering his face, he froze.

“Jesus,” was all he said before falling silent for a long time. Cruz worried that Caden would explode in anger but then his bro’s face broke into the biggest, sunniest smile and he lowered his lips to kiss Cruz on the forehead. “You really did a number on me, didn’t ya?” he murmured. “I dunno what the fuck happened to ya or how the fuck yer doing any of this but you know what?” Cruz looked up at him happily, shaking his head. Caden’s smile broadened and he laughed, “I don’t fuckin’ care! I say, bring it on! Make me into yer own, private freak, Cruz!”

Feeling like his heart would burst with joy, Cruz could have died a contented man at that moment and had no regrets. It turned out, though, Caden wasn’t finished. Smile turning into a devilish grin, he invited, “Now it’s yer turn, bro. You just treated me to the fuckin’ best cum of my life. Now I wanna return the favor.”

Cruz stared as Caden got back down on all fours and presented him with his broad, full, hairy ass once again. Looking over his shoulder, Caden ordered, “Use yer dick this time, bro, and destroy my hole. I want ya to cum inside me!”

***

Chapter 3

“You really did destroy my hole,” Caden muttered reproachfully later when they were in the shower. He was massaging his big, swollen asshole, grimacing with distaste. “What the fuck did ya do to me, bro?”

Cruz shrugged, saying, “Tlhtilhltholllullu!” (His tongue was so long and big that he could no longer pronounce words but the English translation is, “Paybacks are hell, bro!”) He reached out and tugged on Caden’s huge cock as he said this, making Caden moan with pleasure. He got an erection immediately, much to Cruz’s delight. 

Before Cruz could wrap his prehensile tongue around that fat, dripping shaft, though, Caden gently pushed him away, saying, “Not now, dude!” He softened at Cruz’s pout, drawing him in for a wet hug. Their furry bodies pressed together in the warm spray of the shower and soon both guys were sporting rigid hardons. Somehow, though, Caden managed to get himself under control and detached Cruz’s arms from around his lithe midsection. “I don’t know what’s weirder,” he grumbled, still touching his swollen asshole, “My poor, wrecked hole or the fact that I understood every word you just said.”

“Good,” Cruz said, grinning, a particularly ghoulish expression now that his tongue dangled past his Adam’s apple. (Actually, what he said sounded more like, ‘Llooth,’ but Caden understood the word perfectly.)

Caden gave him a lopsided grin, gingerly rubbing his hole again. He was so preoccupied with feeling the giant, protruding ring that he only belatedly bridled at Cruz’s suggestion that his ruined hole was retribution.“‘Paybacks’?!” he repeated. “Whaddaya mean?” Before Cruz could answer, though, he continued, “You still think I’m the one who gave you that huge man cunt?! Bro, I dunno what to tell ya but, big as I am, my cock couldn’t have stretched ya out like that. And I think I’d remember fuckin’ ya in the first place. Truth is, I still haven’t had the pleasure.”

Cruz put his hands on his wide hips, causing his huge belly to jiggle. “And I ‘spose there juss happened to be someone else at the party last night who looked juss like you and was wearin’ a gargoyle costume?”

Caden stared at him, deciding how to respond. Finally, he shrugged his big shoulders, saying, “We’re juss gonna have to agree to disagree.” It was strange how quickly he’d grown accustomed to his buddy’s new, slobbery voice…to say nothing of his trollish appearance. He knew that he should be alarmed by his buddy’s transformation but the truth was…well, the truth was he found Cruz hot as fuck like this. He shivered inwardly, wondering what was wrong with him.

He shook himself when he realized Cruz was still waiting for his reply. “Cruz, buddy,” he began,
“I swear I found ya this mornin’ passed out in a pool of cum with yer hole stretched wide enough to drive a truck through.” When Cruz’s round, bearded face grew red, he placated, “Don’t get me wrong! I love ya like this, bro. An’ I really wish I was the one who stretched ya out like that! Yer so much hotter than before. It’s juss that ya gotta admit that what happened to us ain’t ‘xactly normal. I mean, look at us!” He gestured down at his big, muscular body with its carpet of fur and his distended nipples and then at Cruz’s compressed, obese form with its own liberal coating of fur…not to mention his mutant ears and tongue.

“You did it,” Cruz stated flatly. “I know it was you.”

“Ok, ok!” Caden agreed. “I did it. I fucked ya raw and turned ya into a gremlin. And you got me back by stretchin’ out my hole and tits and,” he looked askance down at the fur covering his body, adding, “all this hair. Are ya happy?”

“Your hole isn’t stretched out,” Cruz corrected. “It’s just really big. I gave you a bull-hole to match yer bull-cock. You grew up on a ranch! You should know what a bull’s asshole looks like.”

Caden narrowed his eyes, unable to stop himself from massaging the huge, protruding ring of his anus. “How am I ‘sposed to sit down with this thing underneath me, bro! I ain’t never seen a bull sittin’ down on his butt!”

Cruz was unsympathetic. “Of the two of us, bro,” he slobbered, “I think I got the short end of the stick. I mean, look at me!” He gestured at his diminished and fatter form before pointing at his lolling tongue and pointed ears. “Plus, you pounded my hole extra wide, bro.” He reached back and touched his own asshole, shuddering when he realized he could easily insert his entire hand inside…and then some. “I’m not sure how I feel ‘bout that but I guess I’ll have to get used to it. Getting fucked by yer fat monster was worth it!” He reached out and batted Caden’s huge, hard cock playfully, causing his bro to jump. 

He was unfurling his long tongue to grab it when Caden stopped him yet again. “Later, bro! Later,” he soothed. “Right now I gotta eat sumthin’! My stomach’s completely empty.”

They rinsed off and were contemplating where to go for lunch–they’d slept past noon and it was now nearly two o’clock–when there was a knock at the door.

“Uh, are you lovebirds decent?” came Stu’s amused voice from the other side. “‘Cuz I don’t wanna see no manholes again. My poor eyes are still sore!” 

Not waiting for a reply, he opened the door a crack and pushed his head inside. The big, goofy frat was grinning from ear to ear as he took in the sight of Cruz again. Cruz glared back at him with his beefy, little arms crossed over his huge belly. His giant tongue, however, detracted from his attempt to be serious, making him look more comical than ever.

“Lllowalollaou!” Cruz spat, causing Stu to lose it in a fit of hysterical laughter.

To Caden’s ears, Cruz’s curse, “Fuck you, Stu!” was perfectly clear but he knew that, for reasons that eluded him, only he could understand the long-tongued dude. Stepping into a pair of boxers that did very little to cover up his hulking man-cock, he put himself between Stu and his new boyfriend. (It felt so weird to admit that! Cruz was his boyfriend! Fuck, who would’ve ever guessed that he would be fucking Cruz, let alone dating him.)

“Listen, Stu, how ‘bout if you beat it, Ok? Cruz an’ me’re headin’ out to find sumthin’ to eat.”

Stu regained control of himself long enough to fix Caden with a cold look…that promptly cracked into another lopsided grin when he spotted Caden’s huge teats. “Did Cruz do that to ya, bro?” he demanded, pointing at the dangling udders. “Shit, bro! Ya look like a fuckin’ she-goat!”

Caden resisted the urge to cover his teats and instead drew himself up to his full, significant height. “How ‘bout ya get the fuck outta here, bro?” He slapped a big fist into his palm, adding menacingly, “Before I make ya go.”

Stu’s face went pale and he backed away. “Hey, hey! Calm down, bro!” he placated, holding up his hands to ward off Caden’s fists. “I was just teasin’ ya! I mean, ya gotta admit this ain’t normal.” He spread his hands to indicate both Caden and Cruz. “What the fuck happened to you guys anyway? It’s like yer cursed or sumthin’!”

“Thlullullumlul!” Cruz spat, his tongue slapping his neck and forehead, leaving a trail of yellowish saliva over his face.

Stu stared at him blankly, clearly fighting to maintain a straight face. Finally, he said, “See what I mean? This ain’t normal. It ain’t normal at all!”

Caden turned his back to him, fishing around in his dresser drawer for a pair of clippers. Plugging them into an outlet, he proceeded to trim his out-of-control body hair and beard. Huge, thick and fragrant clods of hair tumbled down his face, chest and legs as he groomed himself. He only paused a moment before yanking down his boxers and taming his ridiculously long pubes. Stu’s eyes traveled the length of his body, stopping with barely-concealed envy when he saw the prodigious size of Caden’s male appendage and enormous low-hangers. (Cruz salivated, long threads of drool trailing down the tip of his tongue to land with a splatter on the floor.) Cadem ignored them, lifting one of his heavy teats and trimming around it carefully. He grimaced at the size and heft of the thing but was also pleased by its sensitivity.

Only after Caden surveyed his reflection in the full-length mirror next to his bed did he turn back to Stu. “You’re still here?” he asked dismissively. “Why?”

“Dude!” Stu protested, injured. “Did ya ferget ‘bout our special weekend getaway?” When Caden wrinkled his (uni)brow, he continued, “The cabin, bro! We rented a cabin out in the Waterloo Rec Area. A cabin and a bunch of ATVs!”

Caden stared at him for a moment before remembering. “Oh, fuck! Is that this weekend, bro?”

Stu nodded, causing his shaggy, blond hair to veil his blocky face. “Yup! This weekend! Me an’ the guys’re all ready to go. Don’t tell me yer gonna bail on us? We’re yer bros, man!”

Looking from Stu to Cruz, Caden asked, “Cruz is invited, too, right?”

There was only a momentary hesitation before Stu said, “Yeah, ‘course he is! Wouldn’t be the same without him!”

“Good.” Caden turned to Cruz. “Whaddaya think, buddy? Wanna go with us?”

***

Cruz couldn’t take his eyes off Caden during the half-hour drive into the country. They rode in the back of Aiden’s jeep and he stayed pressed up against the big, fragrant man’s body the entire way. For his part, Caden vacillated between being uncomfortable–shifting in his seat as he tried to get used to his newly protruding asshole–and smiling down at his new boyfriend. He loved how Cruz looked up to him, loved even more how demonically sexy the guy had become. He couldn’t wait to get some alone time with his little man and stretch out that gaping hole even wider. He’d never fucked a guy’s asshole before but now it was all he could think about. That and getting fucked again by Cruz’s choad. The dude’s cock might be small but it was just long enough to pound Caden’s prostate and that was all that mattered. And it was so thick! He clenched his swollen hole in eager anticipation of riding that cock again.

The cabin was a basic wooden structure in the middle of the state land: No electricity and a hand pump for water. Still, it was surrounded by nothing but oak forest and plenty of trails groomed specifically for ATVs. The guys piled out of their cars and tossed their duffle bags (and cases of beer) on the cabin floor before heading over to the rental place to pick up their vehicles. Within an hour, they were roaring over muddy and rocky terrain, whooping and hollering like maniacs. Even Cruz got into the fun, grinning from (long) ear to (long) ear, his tongue wagging in the breeze.

Caden was less enthused. For reasons he didn’t quite fathom, he felt out of place among his football buddies. It was unlike him! He was the one who had planned the weekend in the first place, booking the cabin and ATVs as soon as he found out the dates of the university’s autumn break. The football coach had even given them the weekend off from practice, something that never happened during the regular season. Even better, there was no game scheduled. The university was serious about giving all students a four-day break to relax and recover from the stress of classes.

He tried his best to feign excitement, laughing and hooting as loudly as everyone else. But when his ATV refused to start after the guys made a brief pitstop, he was privately relieved.

“No, don’t worry ‘bout me,” he said when Cruz offered him a ride back to the rental shop on his ATV. “There’s no way that thing’ll carry both of us!” He pulled out his smartphone and looked at it, adding, “See? I got plenty of signal out here. I’ll call the shop and have ‘em meet out by the road. It ain’t far. I can push it there without a problem. They’ll drop off another machine.”

Cruz looked unhappy and opened his gaping maw to sputter, “Thfftha!”

When the other guys burst out laughing, Caden silenced them with a stern look. Turning back to Cruz, he said, “I’ll be fine, Babe. Really. Now go ahead without me.”

Reluctantly, his boyfriend turned and clambered onto his ATV with some difficulty, his big belly wedged against the handlebars. Watching him, Caden realized he’d made the right call; there was no way he’d be able to squeeze his hulking frame behind the round guy. And, even if he did, their combined weight would be too much for the vehicle. No, it was better if he stayed behind.

He watched his friends tear off over the hills with relief. The roar of the engines quickly faded, leaving only the soothing rustle of the leaves overhead. He put his helmet down and settled against his ATV and folded his arms against his chest in no hurry to call the store and pick up a new vehicle. He was wearing his favorite black leather speedsuit and the evening was a warm one. Sweat trickled down the furry cleft of his pecs and he reached up to unzip the suit, exposing his broad chest. He shifted his butt, keenly aware of how tight the suit was back there. He couldn’t remember it fitting quite so snugly before. Now, though, his burgeoning muscles and ample man-butt filled it to overflowing. He grinned as he looked down at himself. Fuck, he was stacked!

Surreptitiously looking around to be sure he was alone, he reached down to cup his balls, giving a startled grunt when he realized they felt even bigger than usual. The same was true of his bulge. His giant hose felt longer and thicker than ever! It was rapidly swelling in his suit as he became fully erect.

God, it felt good to be a man!

He unzipped his suit further, exposing his outie belly button; it protruded almost obscenely from the thick copse of fur around his navel. In the past, he’d been embarrassed by its huge size but now he realized he kind of liked it. Yeah, it’s hot, he decided. I’m hot!

Wondering at himself–he wasn’t normally one to admire his own body–he felt his cock harden even more. Soon, its hefty outline was clearly visible through the leather of his suit. He lowered his hand and massaged it, throwing his head back and moaning with pleasure. His cock was huge and ready to fuck!

He grinned.

The ATV was perched on a small rise overlooking a small lake. Bushes with fiery red leaves grew along the edges, giving way to cattails and finally open water in the middle. On the side nearest him, there was a little cleared area, a beach of sorts, probably where people would stop and swim in the summertime. It was so warm that he was almost tempted to strip down and jump in but thought better of it. He was wearing only a jockstrap under the speedsuit and didn’t want to risk being caught nude in public. 

A pair of sandhill cranes waded on the far side, coaxed back now that the noisy ATVs were gone. A pair of crows called in the branches overhead, giving Caden the gimlet eye. The oak trees surrounding the wetland were immense, almost as big as the oak in the center of the sorority’s maze. Their gnarled limbs were covered in golden orange leaves, set ablaze by the slanting evening sun. The sky was cerulean blue, the deep blue one only sees in October in Michigan. The wind ruffled Caden’s thick hair and tiny waves rippled across the pond’s surface. The air smelled redolent of autumn: Earthy, rich and tangy. These scents mingled with the ripe odor emanating off his sweaty body. It was sublime!

Caden had just pried the suit opening wide enough to fondle his huge, new man-teats when he heard voices. He straightened, chagrined, scrambling to zip up. For some reason, he couldn’t close the zipper, though. It was almost as if his body had grown bigger and wider in the few minutes since he’d unzipped. He was left standing there with a raging hardon and his big nipples dangling out for all to see. 

His cheeks flamed and he looked around desperately for an escape route but it was too late, he’d already been spotted by the pair of hunters who were cresting the ridge behind him. Dressed in camouflage with their bows slung over their shoulders, they waved to him.  “Hey, bro!” one of them called out. “Did ya run out of gas?”

Caden wilted with humiliation, wishing fervently they would leave him alone. There was nothing he could do but pretend to act nonchalant, though. Trying valiantly to conceal his giant erection behind the ATV and giving his zipper one last ineffectual tug, he kept his back to the hunters, calling over his shoulder, “Nope! I’m fine! Just admiring the view!” This sounded lame even to his ears and he felt his face redden further. 

“Are you sure?” one of the guys asked, approaching and pacing around the ATV. The dude studied the vehicle closely for a minute, moving around Caden until he was facing him. When he lifted his gaze away from the machine and up the long length of Caden’s torso, Caden thought he was going to die of embarrassment. To his credit, though, the guy’s eyes only widened slightly when they caught sight of Caden’s teats. He took a small step backwards before looking up at Caden’s face. Then he did a double take and smiled broadly. “Hey!” he shouted excitedly. “Yer Caden Medieros! Yer on the Michigan Center football team!”

Caden had to fight to maintain a neutral expression. Inwardly, though, he was groaning. What’re the fuckin’ odds? he wondered. No one ever recognizes me! No one! Still doing his best to cover himself, he replied, “Uh, yeah, that’s me, alright.”

The dude–a kid, really. He couldn’t be more than seventeen or eighteen years old–laughed happily, reaching out to shake Caden’s hand. (His hand was surprisingly big; the kid in general was surprisingly big. Caden could tell that, though slight right now, this boy would grow into a beast of a man.) Caden let him wag his hand up and down a few times before politely withdrawing it. “Oh, Jesus!” the kid shouted, still grinning drunkenly. “Oh, fuck! This is my lucky fuckin’ day! I can’t believe I got to meet my fuckin’ hero! And in the middle of nowhere, too! Jesus, Caden fuckin’ Medieros! Right here! And shakin’ my hand, too!”

“For Chrissake,” Caden grumbled, embarrassed. “Get it together, bro! I’m no big deal. I’m juss a fuckin’ running back. An’ I’m second string at that!”

The boy’s brow furrowed. He was opening his mouth to reply when the other man, standing behind Caden, interrupted, “You know this guy, Bran?”

Caden turned at the sound of such a deep and commanding voice and found himself staring at a man who could only be Bran’s older brother. The two looked almost identical, except where Bran was slender and untattooed, the older man was loaded with muscles and ink. He had tied his camo jacket around his waist and wore a green tank top underneath. His huge biceps bulged out from his sides, plastered with U.S. Marine Corps tattoos. Possessing a square jaw, he was balding and what was left of his blond hair was buzzed short in a crew cut. His blue eyes were flinty as he raked Caden up and down with a critical gaze. A vaping pen hung out of the corner of his mouth which was twisting into a hangdog grin.

Eyeballs locking onto Caden’s chest, he asked, “What’s up with yer tits, dude?”

Caden fought the urge to cringe but somehow managed to maintain his stoic expression, saying only, “They’re big.”

“I can fuckin’ see that, bro!” the older guy replied, smirking. “How’d ya get ‘em to grow that size? I ain’t never seen a dude with tits that huge!”

“Leave him alone, Buzz.” (‘Buzz’? His name’s Buzz?!) Both Caden and Buzz turned in surprise to Bran. The boy drew himself up to his full height (which was actually an inch taller than his brother) and balled up his fists. “Who gives a fuck ‘bout his chest? This is fuckin’ Caden Medeiros!”

Buzz seemed amused by his little brother’s attitude and smiled deferentially. “Ok, ok! Back down, little man! I was juss curious. And is his name ‘sposed to mean sumthin’? I don’t know him.”

Bran’s eyes went wide before he sighed in exasperation. “He’s only the best fuckin’ Gargoyle in the fuckin’ world!” he bragged, still doing his best to tower over his brother. As they watched, though, he settled down and took a step back. “I mean, look at him! Can’t you see? He’s practically a fuckin’ god!”

Caden’s ears were red by this point. In fact, everything was red; his scalp, his neck, his back, his face, his ears. When Buzz’s nostrils flared, taking in his distinctly ripe odor, he wanted to wither away to nothing. Why the fuck was this happening to him now? And in the middle of the woods no less? Why wouldn’t they just fucking leave him alone?

Buzz observed him critically, leaning back on his heel with a knowing look on his face. Caden expected him to say something biting but he was surprised when Buzz pronounced, “Yeah, bro. He’s badass. I see what ya mean.”

Bran beamed. Despite his discomfort, Caden was momentarily taken aback by the boy’s exuberant hero worship. The kid was actually kind of cute in a redneck sort of way. And the brother…he turned and stared at Buzz, giving the dude the same once-over that he’d just given Caden. Buzz was handsome, too. In a rough, rangy kind of way. Caden didn’t normally find white guys attractive–Fuck! He didn’t normally find guys attractive period!–but he made an exception for these two.

Get yerself under control! he warned himself. Yer like a bitch in heat. Juss get these bros to move along. You can go back to beatin’ yer meat after their gone.

“Are you from Brazil?” Buzz asked finally. He was still eyeballing Caden disconcertingly. “I hear a little bit of an accent.”

Bran answered for him. “He sure is! He was born in Porto Allegre but moved to the States when he was ten. His birth name is Caio but he changed it to Caden when he was twelve.”

Caden blinked, turning to the boy. “How’d ya know that?”

Bran flushed, dipping his head. “I already tole ya I’m yer biggest fan, bro. I know everything ‘bout ya!”

“I see.” Caden didn’t know how to feel about this. He’d never met a fan before and this was new territory for him. He wasn’t sure whether to be flattered or worried that Bran had studied his biography so closely.

Buzz was grinning. “I knew it! You got the same accent as my CO!”

“CO?” Caden asked, mind spinning. This whole meeting was starting to creep him out.

“Commanding Officer,” Buzz explained. “Lieutenant Colonel Antonio De Garay. He’s from Rio, though, not Porto Allegre.”

“What a coincidence.” Caden’s tone was flat as he desperately tried to figure out a way to extricate himself from this bizarre encounter. If his ATV wasn’t broken down, he would have simply said goodbye and hightailed it but, as it was, he couldn’t very well leave the machine behind.

Buzz seemed to take heed of his tone and let the subject drop, turning instead to the defunct ATV. “Whatsa matter with yer ride, bro? Not working?”

“No,” Caden said. “I was with my buddies and it wouldn’t start again after I stopped to take a piss. I don’t got no idea what the fuck is wrong with it. I was gonna drag it back to the road and call the shop.”

“May I?” Buzz’s hand was on the handlebars of the ATV. “Maybe I can get it going?”

Caden stepped away reluctantly. Losing the cover of the ATV meant that his giant bulge was now on full display in his speedsuit. Even though he was no longer hard as a rock, a quick glance downward confirmed that the outlines of hulking penis and swollen balls were clearly visible through the flimsy leather of the suit. What the fuck was going on with his body? Everything–his muscles, his cock, his balls–everything was growing bigger! A minute ago, he’d been elated by his sizable bulk but now he was alarmed. His muscles felt sore. It was almost like he could feel them swelling. The leather of the increasingly tight speedsuit stretched, squeaking like an overfilled balloon as his muscles and ass increased yet again. When he glanced back at his butt, he flinched. Shit! His ass was huge! And that fuckin’ anal ring that Cruz had given him! He was sure it had grown so big and distended that it was now pushing out of the cleft of his buttocks. He could feel it touching the leather of his speedsuit!

He wasn’t the only one who noticed, either. When he lifted his gaze, he caught Bran staring fixedly at his backside. The boy straightened self-consciously and looked off to the side when he realized Caden had spotted him.

Meanwhile, Buzz was twisting off the gas cap on the ATV. He leaned down and sniffed at the opening, wrinkling his nose. Wiping his brow and turning back to Caden, he pronounced, “Someone pissed in the gas tank, bro. Ya said ya were out here with yer buddies, right? If so, one of ‘em pulled a fast one on ya.”

Caden stared at him, mind whirling. When they’d stopped to piss, he and Cruz had gone off together in the shrubbery. Upon returning to the group, Aiden had been standing next to his ATV. Had that fucker pissed in his gas tank? If so, what for?

It took him only a moment to figure out the reason. Face going white, he shouted, “Those assholes! They’re gonna fuck with Cruz! They did this to get me away from him! I’ve gotta get back to the cabin NOW!”

Buzz stopped him, putting his hands on Caden’s shoulders. “Hold on, big bro! Get yerself under control. Let’s take this one step at a time, Ok?”

Caden was gulping air like a stranded fish. When Buzz shook him, though, he managed to calm down enough to sputter, “They’re gonna hurt him! I gotta stop them!”

Buzz’s clear, blue eyes were on his. “Who is this Cruz anyway? One of yer football buddies? Can’t he take care of himself?”

“He’s my boyfriend!” Caden yelled, exasperated. “And, no, he can’t take care of himself! He’s too small! And they’re too big!”

Both Buzz and Bran were taken aback by this loud announcement of Caden’s sexual orientation. They were both silent, exchanging glances for a moment, before Bran asked, “Yer gay? And you have a boyfriend?”

Belatedly realizing that revealing his newfound queerness might not be the smartest choice with these two rednecks, Caden thought about backpedaling but he quickly decided against it. He didn’t give a fuck if these two hillbillies were homophobic. He could kick both their asses if he had to. The most important thing right now was Cruz. He had to save him!

“I’m bi,” he stated coldly. “And, yeah, Cruz an’ me’re an item. Or at least we have been since last night. The other guys, though…they aren’t ‘xactly known for being accepting of…differences.”

“Football jocks?” Buzz asked, taking a drag off his vape pen and exhaling a white plume of vapor.

Caden nodded, waving the nicotine-laced smoke away from his face. “Yeah, they’re football jocks and frat boys.”

Buzz’s hand was still on his shoulder and he squeezed, reassuring, “Dude, the world is changing. Even the Marines have changed. Everywhere is more accepting these days. I wouldn’t worry about it. Maybe they juss wanted to have some innocent fun with him? Haze him or sumthin’?”

“That’s what I’m worried about.” Caden put the ATV in neutral and placed the helmet on his head. Reaching for his phone, he explained, “I’m gonna give the shop a call and have ‘em meet at the road with a new ATV. Maybe they’ll even drive me to the cabin? The guys probably haven’t made it back there yet.”

“I got a better idea, bro.”

Caden turned to find Buzz smiling up at him. “Yeah?”

“Bran’ll go back to our place and get a siphon and a gallon of gas.” Buzz held up his hand at Bran’s bark of protest at this, continuing, “He’s a fuckin’ cross-country runner and can get there in no time. The house is only a mile or so from here. In the meantime, you an’ me can push this thing back to the road. We’ll have ya on yer way in a half hour tops!”

“But–” Bran began but Buzz cut him off with a stern, ‘big-brother’ glare. The boy’s slender shoulders fell and he begrudgingly agreed, saying, “Ok, but I better get to hang out with Caden, too! It’s not fair that yer gonna him all to yerself. He’s my hero after all!”

“Relax, little man,” Buzz chided, laughing. “There ain’t no way I’d ever stand between you and Caden.”

***

Chapter 4

Bran had just jogged away when Buzz stretched and yawned. “Ya know what?” he asked, looking over at Caden. “I could use a dip. It’s awful hot out here!”

“What?!” Caden protested. “But we gotta push the–”

“Relax, bro,” Buzz said, pulling his tank top over his head and exposing his tanned, smooth torso. He was ripped and muscular, lacking even a trace of body fat, except for an incongruously bulging tummy (that, despite himself, Caden decided was kind of hot.) Tattoos covered nearly every square inch of his exposed skin. “We got plenty of time,” Buzz continued lazily. “It’ll take us only five minutes to push the bike to the road. He won’t be back for a half hour at least.”

“But I thought–”

Buzz unfastened the top button of his Carhartt trousers and kicked off his boots. “Caden, bro, c’mere.” He held out his hand, wiggling his fingers. “I can see yer juss as hot an’ sweaty as me. Let’s cool off.”

Caden was opening his mouth to reply when Buzz succeeded in unzipping his trousers. He looked over his shoulder, winking slyly…and then surprised Caden by bending over and dropping his pants. Caden gaped in disbelief; Buzz was going commando underneath! Even better, his smooth, bare bottom was beyond perky. And still better, his pert butt cheeks were perfectly delineated by stark tan lines. His ass was creamy white, soft and supple. 

As Caden stared hungrily, Buzz’s head appeared between his legs and he stuck his tongue out of the corner of his mouth. Caden’s breath caught in his chest as the dude did the unexpected. Reaching up to grasp those glorious cheeks with his hands, he winked at Caden before spreading them and showing off his well-used cherry. Ungh! Caden’s already hard cock rocketed to a painful erection at the sight of that hole. Buzz had clearly never had his asshole bleached because the creamy white skin of his buttocks gave way to a distinct, brown ring surrounding his anus. And that anus had been stretched out into a long slit.

There could be no other explanation: Buzz was the proud owner of a man-pussy well on the way to becoming a slutty cunt.

“Whaddaya think, bro?” Buzz teased, puckering his hole provocatively. “Wanna stretch me out with that big cock of yers before Lil’ Bro gets back?”

It was kind of scary how Caden’s brain short-circuited then. All it took was the sight of Buzz’s hole and all thoughts of Cruz and his plight evaporated from his mind. His intellect likewise departed, leaving him a grunting, stinking ape with one thing and one thing only on his simple mind: Fucking that hot, brown hole. He lurched forward, hands out to grab Buzz. He was just about to seize the dude, though, when Buzz straightened and danced out of his grasp.

“Before ya fuck me,” he taunted, driving Caden into a near frenzy of lust. “Ya gotta take off everything and lemme see that big cock. I gotta see it with my own eyes before it goes anywhere near my hole. And ‘nother thing…” He voice trailed off as Caden stared at him, drooling. (He was already shredding the speedsuit from his burgeoning body and getting ready to toss off his boots.)

“Wut?” he panted, voice sounding more like a rutting bull’s than a man’s. “Wut else I gotta do?”

“Do?” Buzz repeated, amused by his simian grunting. “You don’t gotta do nuthin’ but fuck my hole, bro.”

“But wut’s da other thing?” Caden panted, having trouble peeling the leather suit off his swollen frame.

Buzz grinned wickedly, still looking over his shoulder at him as he peeled his butt cheeks wide. His slitted hole winked open and closed, causing Caden’s cock to spurt a jet of precum. “Well,” the hot and horny Marine continued, “let’s just say it’s less of a thing and more of a no-thing.”

“Huh?” Caden’s hormone-hazed brain was having trouble understanding anything Buzz was saying. All he wanted was to jam his hulking cock inside that brown hole!

Still grinning, Buzz turned around slowly. Dropping his butt cheeks, he pointed down at his crotch. “It’s a trade,” he explained as Caden’s eyes popped out of his head. “You show me yers and I show ya where mine used to be.”

Caden’s mouth fell open as his walnut-sized brain struggled to make sense out of what he was seeing…or not seeing in this case. Heavy brow furrowed, he stared at Buzz’s smooth crotch, trying to figure out where the dude’s cock was hiding. Buzz sported a sizable pair of low-hangers swinging proudly between his lean, shaved thighs but where there should have been a penis…

“Wut happened? Gone!” he slobbered, tongue hanging out of his mouth.

Buzz laughed merrily, waggling his balls back and forth. “The guys in my unit cut my unit off. Said I was too cocky so they chopped it off! And then they fucked me raw.”

“But…no cock!”

Buzz reached down and fondled the puckered scar where his cock used to be, shivering. “It’s better this way, dude. Trust me. Even my CO agrees.” He laughed, adding, “Antonio sure was pissed, though, when he found out what the guys did to me! He got over it, though. It taught him to share me. Now I’m never alone at night. There’s always a cock in my hole!” He paused before adding wistfully, “‘Cept for the past two weeks. Shit, bro! My hole’s aching for a good fuck! You got no idea what it’s been like bein’ trapped at home with my boring mom and my stupid lil’ bro!”

Caden barely registered anything Buzz was saying. His sluggish mind only recognized a word or two because his poor cock was screaming for release in the confines of his leather suit. He wrestled even harder to free himself, not caring when the seams of the suit gave way with a loud rip. The leather fell away from his giant, muscular, hairy body in shreds and he rounded on Buzz. His mammoth cock jutted out before him like a cannon ready to explode.

Buzz’s eyes went round at the sight of that cock and he licked his lips. “Now that’s a man-cock!” he praised, taking a step toward. “You even put Antonio to shame! Look at that thing!”

Caden grunted, “Fuck. You. Now.” He reached out to pull Buzz against him, shoving his pulsing cock into the generous cleft of those tight, smooth buttocks. Buzz laughed out loud, wiggling his hips and guiding Caden’s blunt cockhead toward his long, loose cunt.

“Grab my balls!” Buzz commanded. “And yank ‘em hard! Tell me what a stupid little slut I am!” Caden didn’t need any further encouragement. He reached out and wrapped his fist around the dude’s sack and pulled hard, making Buzz scream in pain. “Castrate me!” Buzz pleaded. “I don’t deserve to be a man! Make me yer little bitch!”

Caden was pretty far gone but, even in his devolved state, there’s no way he took Buzz’s plea seriously. He wasn’t about to castrate the poor guy! He was, however, more than happy to give his balls another hard yank. Buzz screamed again, a scream of pure ecstasy that echoed over the pond. 

Caden grinned stupidly, preparing to rape Buzz a new hole…

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING TO MY BROTHER!?!?”

Buzz and Caden froze, looking around guiltily to find Bran standing behind them. The boy had dropped the siphon and gas can and was staring at them in horror, his blue eyes round and his mouth hanging open. His palpable shock and outrage had an instantaneous effect on Caden and he sobered, dropping his hand from Buzz’s crotch and backing away from him like a chastened puppy. His face went scarlet when he looked down at himself to discover he was completely naked and his dripping cock was jutting out before him like a battering ram. As he stared down at it, his shiny glans parted through the folds of his long, black foreskin, popping out to greet the day. It was moist and bulbous and bigger than a ripe apple. Far bigger than it should have been.

Buzz recovered first. Adopting an appropriately conciliatory posture and tone, he turned to his little brother, explaining, “Dude! Dude! It’s not what yer thinking! I can explain!”

Bran opened his mouth to scream back at his brother but stopped when he got a load of Buzz’s crotch. Caden wouldn’t have thought it possible but the boy’s eyes grew even rounder and he backed away, stammering, “B-B-B-Buzz, wh-wh-wh-what happened t-t-t-to yer–?”

“Oh, fuck!” Buzz swore, clapping his hands over the scar of his amputated penis. “It’s no big deal, buddy! Really! It ain’t what yer thinkin’!”

Bran couldn’t take his eyes off Buzz’s crotch, even when it was covered. Caden watched as the gears slowly turned inside the boy’s mind and the pieces of the puzzle slowly came together. Finally, he gasped, “You cut it off, Buzz? You cut off yer dick? But…why?!”

Buzz shrugged, dropping his hands and letting his red and swollen balls flop free. Caden noticed that when he was aroused, Buzz’ amputation scar protruded ever so slightly and the pucker where the base of his cock used to be opened, exposing a concave depression in the center. It was both disturbing and kind of a turn-on at the same time. He flinched apologetically when a jet of precum spurted out of his cock, landing at Bran’s feet.

“Yer big bro’s nuthin’ but a hungry cock slut,” Buzz admitted with a sigh. “The Marines did it to me. At first I was ashamed of what I’d become but not anymore. I’m free for the first time in my life, little man! I’ve found my true self! And I have a whole battalion of men who love me.” He took a breath as if deciding whether to continue before straightening his shoulders and holding out his hands, exposing his nude, penis-less body with pride. “Take a long look, bro. ‘Cuz soon I’m gonna be a complete nullo. I’m gonna have ‘em cut my balls off when I get back to base. It’s time, bro. It’s time.”

Bran’s face drained of color and he looked away. Staggering over to the edge of the lake, he sat down heavily, his big boots pushing out into the shallow water. He folded his arms around his knees and stared off across the water, murmuring, “I-I-I need to think. I can’t take this right now.”

Buzz and Caden exchanged questioning glances. Buzz lifted his hands and shrugged, aiming his eyes significantly over to his little brother. His message was clear: ‘Go talk to him. You’re his hero. He’ll listen.’

Waiting long enough for his erection to subside a little, Caden padded over to Bran, sitting down next to him. He grimaced when the sand filled his protruding anus and he shifted his weight, trying to get comfortable. He didn’t know if he’d ever get used to having this ugly anal ring under him for the rest of his life. His softening cock, still far longer and fatter than it should have been, flopped out onto the sand between his legs, looking for all the world like a beached moray eel.

“Bran?” he began. “Hey, buddy?”

Bran turned his red-rimmed eyes toward him. “Yeah?”

“I know it’s a lot to take in,” Caden said, smiling reassuringly. “Shit, if ya only knew what’s happened to me in just the last twelve hours! Life throws curveballs at us and our only choice is to adapt.”

Bran’s mouth quirked. “Curveballs? So, now yer a baseball jock in addition to being a football jock?”

“Nah,” Caden rumbled, smiling. “I ain’t no baseball jock. Juss a dumbass football jock. But I’m smart enough to know that yer big bro is being, er, straight with ya. I mean, until this morning I never woulda thought I was queer but now all I can think of is fuckin’ a guy’s hole…and gettin’ fucked by a hard cock. Yer bro’s the same way! Before he joined the Marines, he didn’t know who he really was but they woke him up. They made him realize who he really is. And it’s his life. He can do whatever the fuck he wants!”

Bran brushed a tear out of the corner of his eye, giving Caden a watery smile. (He really was quite adorable, Caden admitted.) “See?” Bran mumbled. “I knew you were sumthin’ special, Caio. I knew it as soon as I saw ya!”

Caden was surprisingly touched by the use of his birth name. No one besides his parents called him that anymore. But hearing it on Bran’s lips made him shiver. Something shifted between them when that name was spoken aloud; he felt it in his heart, almost like it skipped a beat. When he met Bran’s eyes again, he was surprised to see that–just like that!–their roles had reversed. Suddenly he was the smaller, weaker one and now Bran was the bigger, stronger one.

Bran’s lips were on his. The boy climbed on top of him so fast that his head was spinning and then the kid was pushing him back into the sand, grinding his hips into him. Caden gasped and Bran took advantage by thrusting his tongue inside his mouth. The boy completely and utterly dominated him, pulverizing his resistance with a sheer force of will. Caden had no choice but to surrender and let Bran take over.

The next thing he knew, Bran was naked. He barely got a glimpse of the boy’s thick, circumcised cock before he was all over him again, thrusting his erect cock against Caden’s. He could tell that the boy and Cruz were roughly the same size down there. The only difference–besides being circumcised, of course–was that Bran’s cock was probably a couple inches longer. He was just as fat as Cruz’s choad, though. And that was all that Caden cared about. Length be damned! His asshole craved one thing only: A fat, thick cock inside it!

“Uh, you two fuckers ain’t gonna have all the fun without me, are ya?” They looked up briefly from their snogging to find Buzz standing over them, his beefy arms crossed and his dickless balls swaying in the breeze. “C’mon!” he urged. “I tole ya, Bran, that I wouldn’t get between ya and Caden and I didn’t lie. But I do plan on gettin’ under him!”

He pulled a reluctant Bran off of Caden before helping Caden to his feet. Caden’s brain was shrinking rapidly again, becoming walnut-sized as his libido took over, but he maintained enough mental wherewithal to refrain from punching Buzz in the face for interrupting their fuckfest. He patiently allowed Bran to splash water on him, washing off the sand and grit.

“Bend over, big guy,” Bran ordered and Caden obliged, shivering when the boy splashed him with cold water. “Spread yer cheeks.” Caden did so. He was so on fire with lust that he completely forgot about his giant, swollen asshole. When the silence stretched, he looked behind him to find both Bran and Buzz–naked as jaybirds–gaping at it.

“Shee-it!” Buzz swore. “And I thought I had a cunt! Look at that fucker, Bran!”

Bran remained silent but he did drop his hand down to his exceedingly short and fat erection, massaging himself. His eyes were glued onto Caden’s swollen anal ring.

Nodding to each other, the brothers swung into action with Bran taking up position behind Caden and Buzz bending over in front of him. In no time, Caden was sandwiched between them, thrusting his giant cock into Buzz’s eager hole while Bran worked his girthy stick into Caden’s tight bull-hole. His pea-sized brain exploded as he was overwhelmed by the twin, competing sensations of fucking a hot hole and getting his own hot hole fucked. It was the most deliriously sexy moment of his life and he lost himself completely in the red tidal wave of lust washing over him.

He was so carried away–and dumbed down–that it took him a while to realize that Buzz’s pert buttocks were no longer quite so pert and tiny. He only woke up to the change when they had ballooned to the size of soft, squishy basketballs. The sharp smacks of his thick, furry thighs slapping against the dude’s ass became more like dull thuds. When Buzz’s screams of pleasure rose an octave to become boyish squeals, Caden awoke from his sex-induced stupor with a start.

He was just in time to watch the bulky muscles melting away from the guy’s body. His formerly broad, thick shoulders narrowed until they were slender, almost birdlike. He lost inches of height, too, his tall frame collapsing in on itself and shrinking. Caden blinked, unable to believe his eyes and unable to stop thrusting into the guy’s hot, sloppy hole. From his vantage point, he could watch Buzz’s bald spot disappear and his blond hair thicken and grow. His locks grew and grew, shaping into a mussed-up mop of blond hair.

The changes continued! Buzz’s tattoos faded and his tanned skin lightened into the color of pink porcelain. His tough skin became delicate and unblemished, like fine china. Caden moved his hands upward, cupping the dude’s pecs. He was just in time to feel the muscle dissolve into soft flesh. His tits swelled as Caden pinched them, the areolas spreading and the nipples growing big and puffy. Buzz’s cries became coos of delight as his voice continued to shrill and he wiggled his ever-growing ass cheeks, begging Caden to drive his cock in deeper.

Behind him, Caden excitedly discovered that Bran’s body was transforming in the inverse of his brother’s. The boy’s grunts became deep, guttural roars and his hips widened and thickened, smacking into Caden’s ripe man-ass with almost painful vigor. Caden moaned, feeling his protruding hole stretch wider as Bran’s already fat cock grew even thicker. The only weird thing was that, even as the boy’s cock grew thicker, he had to bang against Caden harder in order to reach his prostate. Was Caden’s ass growing bigger like Buzz’s? Or was Bran’s cock shorter? Both?

Bran was so lost in ecstasy that he was oblivious to his body’s transformation. Buzz was the same way. The brothers continued roaring and cooing, enjoying the bounty of Caden’s fruitful body. Only Caden was left to wonder at what was happening to them. Was this because of Cruz? Had the guy’s mutation somehow rubbed off on Caden and now he was infecting other men? If so, it was a very bizarre thing!

Bran slammed his girthy cock into him, widening his hole painfully, and Caden forgot about anything else. As the dark, red haze of lust overtook him once again, all he cared about was fucking…and getting fucked.

***

The trio orgasmed in tandem, Caden’s hose gushing fountains of cum into Buzz’s soft, pillowy ass even as Bran did the same to him from behind. Their rutting grunts were a perfect musical scale: Bran’s deep, thundering bellow and Caden’s higher but still guttural roar and then Buzz’s tender, boyish whine. They collapsed in a heap, their sweaty, stinky bodies still welded together.

The sun was beginning to dip below the far hillside when Caden awoke to find Buzz and Bran staring in shock at themselves…and at him. He groaned and pushed himself up on his elbows, looking down at himself. He blinked, barely recognizing his body anymore. He was so big! Fuck, everything about him was bigger! His chest, waist, hips, thighs, quads, calves and feet.

And especially his cock.

He now possessed a true wonder of a cock, more than fifteen inches long–and it was flaccid!–and wide as a firehose. And his balls! They lolled on his lap, bigger and heavier than any bulls. And so hairy! His whole body was even hairier than before. Beneath him, he could tell that his buttocks–already plenty big enough–had grown even meatier. They spread out underneath him, equal parts fat and muscle. His anal ring was bigger, too, although he couldn’t tell if that was because it had grown or if Bran had just stretched it out.

“What did ya do to us, man?”

Bran’s voice was a barely recognizable gravelly baritone. Caden turned and gaped. Fuck! Bran was huge! And bald! And fat! And old! The kid had aged over twenty years, growing into a forty-something-year-old man in the space of an hour. His tanned skin was leathery and he had wrinkles around his eyes and over his forehead. The horseshoe of blond hair left on the top of his head was flecked with white. The dense beard hanging off his rugged face was likewise graying. His enormous biceps and barrel chest were covered in tattoos and blondish brown hair. His flat stomach was no more; a muscle gut thrust out proudly before him, round, heavy and full. Beneath it, his heavy balls swung halfway down to his knees. His cock was even thicker than before but didn’t appear to be any longer. He’d grown a foreskin, though, which made his short cock seem more impressive. The heavy ‘skin drooped listlessly a good six inches off the tip.

“Yeah,” came Buzz’s plaintive whimper beside him. “Turn us back!”

Caden turned and did another double take when he saw what had happened to Bran’s older brother. The guy was a total twink now, his soft, smooth body completely hairless. He couldn’t have been more than eighteen years old but he looked even younger. His balls had shrunk down to little cherry pits, pulled up tight against his penectomy scar. His upper body was slight–except for those big, pink, puffy nipples–and his waist was narrow but his thighs and ass were more than generous. Caden watched as those massive, soft cheeks swayed alluring behind the boy. Buzz’s wide, blue eyes regarded him through a veil of blond hair. A tear rolled down his downy cheek.

What could he say? He was just as mystified as they were! The whole fucking day was one big, stupid mind-fuck! And it was all because of Cruz.

Cruz!

Fuck, Cruz!

He pushed his mountainous frame up off the ground with effort and lumbered over to his ATV, shouting over his shoulder, “I don’t fuckin’ know what the fuck happened to us but I gotta save Cruz!”

***

Chapter 5

Caden, or Caio as Bran insisted on calling him, was beside himself with worry for poor Cruz. He didn’t know what Aiden and Stu were planning to do to the little guy but he was certain it wasn’t good. His concern was so overwhelming that he barely noticed the discomfort of his newly enlarged body. His shoulders were wide as a house and his ass was truly giant. His entire body was one big mound of muscle and his cock–Fuck, his cock!–how the fuck could he ever be seen in public, much less play football, with a dick this huge?

Squeezing back into his speedsuit was out of the question and he didn’t have time to find other clothes. He took off naked down the trail, lumbering like a perverse elephant with an ungainly trunk between his legs. Buzz and Bran followed along behind him, equally naked and equally out of sorts in their new bodies. They complained loudly about what he’d done to them but he ignored them. He had to get to Cruz!

Reaching the road, they piled into Bran’s old pickup truck. Caio could barely squeeze behind the wheel, he was so massive. He held out a big mitt to Bran and wiggled his sausage-like fingers expectantly. Bran sighed, settling his own huge bulk onto the passenger seat and handing over the keys. Buzz squeezed demurely in between them, his wide bottom squished out like a big pillow beneath him. They made quite a trio!

Caio didn’t care what he looked like, though. He turned the key in the ignition and the truck roared to life. Revving the engine, he took off down the dirt road, hellbent on reaching Cruz.

The truck barreled into the dirt parking lot in front of the cabin just as darkness was falling. A dust cloud engulfed the vehicle as the three freakishly-transformed guys stumbled out. There was a little fire pit outside the cabin where five or six members of the football team were sitting, drinking beer and roasting marshmallows. They stared with round eyes at Caio and his friends, unconsciously drawing back in fear.

“WHERE THE FUCK IS CRUZ???” Caio demanded. Nothing, even being fully naked in front of his buddies, could distract him from his purpose.

The guys swallowed, looking from Caio’s giant body (and even more gigantic cock) to each other and back. Finally, one of them stammered, “H-H-H-He’s in there.” He pointed to the cabin. “With Aiden an’ Stu.”

Caio’s vision swam with red. He didn’t think; he lunged forward, bursting through the door of the cabin in time to see Cruz squealing helplessly while Stu held him down and Aiden prepared to fuck him. All three guys were naked and both Stu and Aiden, obviously drunk off their asses, were sporting full-on erections.

Several things happened at once and it wasn’t until later that Caio put everything together into a coherent narrative. At the time, all he knew is that one moment he was getting ready to fucking castrate Aiden and Stu and beat them over the heads with their bloody cocks and the next he was frozen in place.

It was the weirdest thing. His eyes could move and he was free to look around the cluttered cabin but his body was completely unresponsive. Try as he might, he couldn’t move a muscle. Beside him, the girl-like, penis-free Buzz and the overly ‘roided, aged Bran were likewise frozen. They looked funny with their bodies suspended in mid air, their mouths open and their faces frozen in shock. He realized that he must look basically the same.

Of the six men present, only Cruz was unaffected. Not realizing that his attackers were frozen in place, he was sobbing loudly beneath Aiden. At first, Caio thought Cruz was wailing because he was scared and angry about the impending rape but then he noticed that the little guy’s gaze was locked onto him.

 “You came! I knew you’d save me!” Cruz called out, giddy with relief. (Of course, with his long tongue, this came out more like “Yuthkayth! Ayethuthudthayvthmeeeth!” but Caio understood him perfectly.)

When Caio didn’t reply, Cruz paused and, belatedly registering Caio’s massive changes, shrieked, “What the fuck happened to you?!” 

Again, Caio was powerless to respond. Cruz’s eyebrows lifted higher when he saw that Caio wasn’t alone but was accompanied by his newly transformed friends. He looked from Caio to Bran to Buzz, an expression of complete bewilderment on his furry face. And then, at last, he became aware of the strange geas holding everyone frozen in place.

 Saucer-eyed, he wiggled out from under Aiden and wobbled over to Caio. “Caden?” he asked. “What’s wrong? Can you hear me?”

Caio couldn’t do anything but respond with his eyes. His arms were raised and his hands were balled into fists. His weight was balanced on only one foot but somehow he didn’t topple to the floor. He felt like a big puppet on invisible strings.

“Can you talk?”

Caio moved his eyes downward to indicate that he couldn’t.

Cruz stared at him, walking around the room and taking in the spectacle of the four guys and Buzz stuck in suspended animation. When his surprise at the impossibility of the situation wore off, he marched over to Aiden and kicked him hard in the nuts before doing the same to Stu. Both guys remained frozen but Caio took satisfaction in seeing their eyes water in pain.

After he’d punished the rapists, he wobbled back over to Caio and looked up hopefully at him. “Maybe if I kiss you, you’ll wake up?” he offered. “It works in fairytales.” Standing on his tiptoes, he lifted his lips to Caio’s and kissed him. He was the cutest little gremlin that Caio had ever seen and he wanted badly to kiss him back, take him into his arms and hug him and, of course, fuck the shit out of him…but he couldn’t. He was still very much frozen in place.

Cruz had opened his mouth to speak when the door creaked open behind them and someone interrupted him.

“Don’t worry, Cruz,” a woman’s voice soothed. “He’ll be fine. I’ll let him go once I’ve ensured no one gets hurt.”

The mysterious woman was behind Caio and, frozen as he was, he couldn’t turn to see who she was. From the slight tremor of her voice, though, he guessed she was probably elderly. And white. Definitely white. Only old white ladies talked like that.

“My, my!” she exclaimed as she made her way through the cabin. “You boys are certainly, well, how shall I put it? Oversexed? Not to mention…um, overbuilt.” She laughed, a pleasant if somewhat reedy sound. “It’s to be expected, though. Especially given the nature of the curse.”

Cruz put his hands on his big hips, long tongue dangling out of his mouth. Saliva dripped off his lolling tongue onto his protruding belly as he demanded, “Hooarthoo?” (“Who are you?”)

Incredibly, the woman–just like Caio–had no trouble understanding him. “My name is Edith,” she said. “And you don’t know me.” She laughed, adding, “How could you? We’ve never met before. What’s more important right now, though, is that you know I’ve come to correct an old wrong, one that I regret bitterly to this day.”

As she spoke, she moved around Caio and he was able to see her in the dim lantern light of the cabin. His eyes widened when he saw that she was indeed an elderly woman with white hair and wrinkled skin. Bespectacled, she was dressed in very conservative, formal clothing, evidence of her wealth. A designer handbag hung off her shoulder and an expensive, jeweled watch graced her birdlike wrist. Incongruously given the rest of her outfit, she wore a pair of hiking boots and carried a silver-tipped walking stick. 

Perhaps eighty years old, her face was lined and she was slightly stooped but, although frail, she radiated a kind of strength of purpose that made her seem much younger than she probably was. It was clear from her bearing that she came from money and also that she had probably been quite a beauty in her day. Needless to say, she was quite out of place among the five naked studs and Buzz!

It took Cruz a moment to recover from his shock and confusion at the woman’s unexpected appearance. Finally, he asked, “What do you mean?” Cruz asked (with Caio’s translation of his slobbery voice applied.) While Cruz seemed not to be too bothered by the woman, Caio noticed that his modesty had taken over and the little gremlin had clapped his hands over his bare crotch. Caio wished he could do the same. It was nothing short of humiliating being completely bare-assed with his huge cock dangling out in front of a little, old lady.

Oblivious to Caio’s discomfort, Edith looked off into the distance, reliving a memory. “It was seventy years ago, I believe, when my sorority sisters and I cast the spell on Carter Hayes, trapping him in the form of a marble gargoyle.”

Caio’s eyes widened. A marble gargoyle? Like the one he’d seen that morning in the garden maze where he discovered Cruz? Who was Carter Hayes? Did this mean that Edith was a witch? (I knew it! I knew it! I knew those fuckin’ sorority bitches were witches!) And seventy years ago? Holy fuck! She must be like a hundred years old!

Cruz nodded, apparently unphased by Edith’s revelations. Caio could tell that he was suspicious of Edith and had a lot more questions but what she said apparently made sense to him. Caio translated Cruz’s questions: “You mean the gargoyle in the garden last night? It wasn’t Caden wearing his costume?”

Edith laughed again; it was infectious and would have made Caio smile had he been able to do so. “No, definitely not your beloved Caden!” She looked over at Caio as she said this–eyebrows rising when she saw his enormous muscles, cock and nipples. Looking away again, she asked, “This is Caden, I assume? I can feel the strength of your bond with him. You love him, don’t you?” When Cruz blushed, she soothed, “Come now, my friend! If I’ve learned anything over the past seventy years, it’s that love is nothing to be ashamed of. And neither is your body. You don’t need to hide from me. And, honestly, I’m more than half blind as it is. I barely see anything in this light!”

Cruz lifted his chin and relaxed, dropping his hands from his crotch and allowing his fat choad to bob free. He looked absolutely delectable and Caio was glad he was frozen or his big cock would have stood up at the sight of Cruz in all his demonic glory.

“It is your unexpected love for Caden,” Edith explained while Caio was salivating over Cruz’s body, “that has enabled the possibility of ending the curse we put on Carter. You see, when we cursed him, we allowed him to come alive once a decade on the evening of the October full moon. During that one evening, he could…um, have carnal relations with one person of his choice. If that person was willing, the curse would transfer over to them.”

“What?!” Cruz exclaimed, furry face growing pale. “That’s horrible! You mean I’m gonna turn into a fuckin’ marble gargoyle?!”

Edith was pensive. “Yes and no. As you can see, you’re continuing the transformation process. Have you noticed the wings sprouting on your back?”

Both Caio and Cruz reacted with surprise at this. Caio’s eyes swiveled to the little demon and he goggled when he saw that a vestigial pair of leathery wings were indeed growing on the dude’s back. They were small now but seemed to be growing larger by the minute. He watched in horrified fascination as the little things unfurled like a pair of ugly bat wings. And that wasn’t all; Cruz’s tailbone was lengthening and he already sported a good six inches of scaly tail. Like the wings, the tail pushed outward, growing longer and thicker by the moment.

Cruz let out a terrified squawk at the sight of the ugly wings and Edith soothed, “Don’t fret, my dear! There’s still time to break the curse and save both you and Carter…not to mention these, um, fellows.” She gestured toward Buzz and Bran. “And, of course, Caden. The curse is powerful…and chaotic. It infects anyone who comes in contact with it and then spreads like a nefarious virus. We were, I’m afraid, full of unreasonable malice toward Carter at the time we cursed him and devised a very painful punishment for the poor man. He didn’t deserve it.” She shook her head sadly. “No, he didn’t deserve it. Alas, I am the last of my sisters still living and it falls on my frail shoulders to undo the damage we wrought.” She brightened after she said this and smiled confidently. “I believe I’m up to the challenge, though. Shall we get started?”

What could Cruz do? Refuse? Of course not! He wanted to be free of the rapidly-spreading curse as much as Caio, Bran and Buzz.

“We weren’t completely evil, though,” Edith explained when Cruz remained mute, “because we built an escape clause into the curse. If the infected party found a partner who loved them in spite of–or because of–the curse, then both Carter and the infected one had the possibility of freeing themselves and returning to a more or less normal life.”

“More or less?” Cruz’s hands were back on his thick hips.

Edith grimaced. “Well, like all magic, nothing comes without a price. I’m afraid I’ll never be able to return you and your friends to your original states–”

“What?!” Cruz screamed. “I’m gonna have to stay like this?! No!!!”

“Let me finish, dear,” Edith reprimanded; she could be quite prim when she wanted. Cruz obediently clapped his gaping maw shut and the old woman continued, “I can undo most of the damage but how much depends on the price you’re each willing to pay. The more you sacrifice, the more, uh, the damage will be reversed.”

Cruz grew pale, repeating, “Sacrifice?! Does that mean I gotta die?”

“Oh, no!” Edith exclaimed, laughing. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to make it sound so ominous. No, no one will die, I hope, but each of you must give up something, something precious to your heart, in order to break the curse.”

“Each of us?” Cruz asked. “You mean Caden and me?”

“No, I mean everyone present in this room,” Edith said levelly, holding out her thin arms. “You’ve all been touched by the curse and, in order to be free of it, you all must sacrifice something.” She looked over to Stu and Aiden. Stu was frozen in the same position he’d been in when Caio burst in; holding his clenched hands downward where he’d pinned (the now absent) Cruz’s arms. For his part, Aiden looked like he was doing naked push-ups, his erect cock pointing directly at the former site of Cruz’s gaping butthole. “These two,” Edith continued in a cold voice, “will have to pay a higher price, though. They must atone for their sins.”

Caio would have smirked if he’d been able to move his lips. Both Aiden and Stu went wide-eyed at Edith’s pronouncement.

“Good,” Cruz said, gloating at Aiden and Stu for a moment before turning to Edith. “I’m ready if you are. Let’s get started.”

Edith smiled, clapping her hands together. “Oh, most excellent! This won’t take long.” She paused, listening intently. As she did so, Caio heard a rush of wind outside followed by a loud, terrified clamor from the guys sitting around the campfire. A moment later, the door flew open and Edith inclined her head. “And perfect timing, too, because our guest of honor has just arrived.” She turned and executed a deep bow to the…presence…Caio could feel and smell looming behind him. “Mr. Hayes,” she intoned. “We welcome you here. Please come in.”

The hair on the back of Caio’s neck stood up as a deep, guttural voice–more animal than human–growled, “Eeeeedith.”

“Yes, that’s me,” Edith acknowledged. “You’re looking, um, very big, Carter.”

There was a pause and then, “Yooooooouuu diiiiiid thiiiiiiiis tooooo meeeeee.”

“I did,” Edith admitted. “And I’m sorry. I was wrong. And racist. And–what is the term that young people use these days? Ah, yes! Homophobic. I was very homophobic and I apologize.”

The…thing…standing behind Caio was so big that, even without being able to turn, he knew it barely fit inside the cabin. It was accompanied by a powerful odor; a rich, musky, inherently masculine scent, one that tingled Caio’s nostrils and made him salivate. His enormous cock twitched, still frozen in place but aching for release.

There was a rustling of leathery wings and the floorboards creaked as the creature took a heavy step forward. Caio’s eyes widened in alarm as he saw the beast out of the corner of his eye. It was HUGE! Somehow it managed to fold its enormous, fragrant wings and squeeze between Caio and Buzz. Its incredibly broad, furry shoulders brushed against him as it passed and Caio’s skin prickled. What was this thing?

He saw soon enough when the beast moved before him to confront the comparatively tiny Edith. It–or, he, as Caio instantly realized when he spotted the gargantuan, knobby, lipstick-red cock jutting out between its haunches–was an immense gargoyle. His head was horned and doglike and his eyes glowed a sickly yellow. Thick, gray hair covered his body. His long, leathery wings were folded down his back. His forelegs were incredibly muscular, ending in powerful claws, and his hind legs were recurved like a goat’s. His feet splayed out on the floor, larger than a couple of platters. His toes ended in wicked, six-inch talons. A long, thick, scaly, gray tail curved out from his big, furry buttocks, curling up over his shoulder. In the dim light, Caio could just make out the thick ring of the creature’s anus beneath that tail and knew that his own butthole looked much like that pucker. So that’s where my anal ring came from! he thought, both excited and revolted. As he watched, the creature’s gray, oily butthole opened and closed as if he had just read Caio’s mind.

Cruz–standing before the beast–was frozen in shock, both recognition and fear etched across his face. Just by looking at him, Caio could tell what the little guy was thinking; Cruz saw more than a horrific beast standing before him, he saw his future staring back at him. That is, it would be his future if Edith didn’t figure out how to break the curse. The leathery wings on his shoulder blades twitched; they were already nearly half as big as the creature’s.

The gargoyle stood before Edith for a long moment as if deciding what to do. From the way its immense shoulders were hunched, Caio guessed he was fighting the urge to tear the little, old lady limb from limb. After all, here was the witch who had cursed him, a curse that had ruined his life and turned him into an obscene statue for the past seventy years…

And yet…

And yet Edith was also the only one who could remove it. If he killed her, his chances of regaining his form were likewise lost forever.

“I can’t make up for what I did,” Edith murmured in a low voice that Caio had to strain to hear. “And, as much as I would like to think I’m no longer the ignorant, racist girl who placed the curse on you, I know I still am in many ways.” She paused and the gargoyle drew himself up to his full height, scraping the cabin’s ceiling with his twisted horns. “But one thing I can do is free you and that’s what I’ll do if you let me. You will be free to do whatever you want to me after I’m done.”

A low, menacing growl rose from deep inside the gargoyle’s chest and for a moment Caio thought “Carter” might really kill Edith. Instead, though, he lowered his head and sank downward, placing a clawed hand on the floor before her.

Edith smiled, saying, “Thank you. You’re much more forgiving than I was when I placed the curse upon you.” Carter nodded his great, horned head and Edith bowed to him once again. When she straightened, she called out, “Alright, let’s commence, shall we?” Turning to Caio, she made a quick, obscure gesture with a wizened hand, announcing, “Caden, you’re now free to move.” Before he became unthawed, however, she warned, “But if you try to hurt anyone, I will banish you from this place and you’ll never have a chance to go back to being your old self again. Understood?”

He found he could move his neck and nodded. Edith eyed him critically for a moment before releasing the last fetters of the geas. He tumbled heavily to the floor, landing painfully on his giant balls. He lay there moaning while Cruz darted over to him and, elbowing Carter out of the way, lifted Caio’s head into his lap. “Caden? Caden?” he called. “Are you Ok?” His long tongue flopped up and down as he spoke, splattering Caden’s face with drool and causing more thick, black hair to sprout wherever it landed.

“Yeah, I’m fine, bud,” Caio moaned, holding his aching balls. Why were they so freaking big?

He barely got the words out when Cruz was kissing him. Caio nearly gagged as the little guy shoved the length of his incredibly fat, prehensile tongue down his throat. It wasn’t unpleasant, though. He’d been dying to kiss his little, plump boyfriend for what seemed like forever. It was so good to be reunited with Cruz.! Even better now that Cruz was safe and unraped.

Edith waited respectfully before clearing her throat. “Um, I’m not getting any younger, boys.” Her tremulous voice was full of wry amusement. “In fact, I’m so old I could keel over at any moment. Let’s finish this before I die!” Cruz reluctantly pulled his tongue out of Caio’s stomach and looked up at the old witch expectantly. Edith smiled, saying, “Good. Now, Caden, what are you willing to sacrifice to break this curse? The more dear the item is to you, the more your life and your body will go back to the way it was before.”

Caio thought for a moment before gesturing down to his inflated cock and body. “Uh, ya know, I kinda made out like a bandit with the curse. I mean, I got all dis outta it. Plus, I got Cruz here.” He smiled up at his delectable little goblin boyfriend. “Do I really gots to give sumthin’ up?”

“I forgot to mention that this isn’t just about you,” Edith replied. “The more you give up, the more everyone benefits. In other words, Carter here,” she motioned over to the hulking gargoyle whose erect cock was dripping precum on the floorboards at his clawed feet, “will stand a better chance of becoming fully human again if you surrender something near and dear to your heart.”

“Uh, Ok,” Caio said, nodding. “Well, if dat’s the case, I give up football.”

“WHAT?!” Cruz cried, grabbing Caio by the shoulders so tightly it hurt. “Caden! You can’t do that!”

Caio smiled even as he winced in pain. “Cruz, baby, I’m not that good. I mean, I’m second string! It’s been really nice playin’ with you guys an’ all but I’ll never go on to the NFL an’ I don’t really need the scholarship money, neither. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I love football…but it’s not my life. I’ll miss it but I can live happily without it.”

Cruz still looked unhappy but he nodded reluctantly. They looked back up at Edith to see her reaction.

The old woman cocked her head, contemplating the weight of Caio’s sacrifice. “Hmmm, that’s actually quite a brilliant idea, Caden,” she said finally. “I can feel the truth of your words. You do love the game very much, more than you’re willing to admit. Given this, I’ll accept it. It’s a noble sacrifice.”

With that, she made another obscure gesture. Nothing happened outwardly but Caio felt a wave disorientation pass over him. It was like he was…forgetting…everything about football. The forgetting was more than just mental, though. He could feel it in his body. His sinews and muscles drained of their conditioning. They were still big but their muscle memory had completely disappeared. When it was over, he tried but failed to remember anything about the game. It was like he’d never played–or watched–a game of football once in his life! 

Cruz–and Bran–were watching him with sad eyes but what could he do? He would miss the game but he’d eventually get over the loss. It wasn’t the end of the world!

“Good,” Edith pronounced, turning away from Caio to confront Bran. “I’m sorry, dear,” she said to the prematurely old and fat man. “I don’t know your name but I can tell that you’ve been affected by the curse as much as anyone else here.” The balding, rotund, tattooed Bran couldn’t move but his eyes were pleading. Clearly, he would do anything to get back his youth and lose the pounds of fat he’d gained. “Beneath the weight of the curse, you’re really quite young, aren’t you?” Edith observed, squinting up at him, her eyeglasses flashing in the lantern light. “But I can see the curse helped you, too. It gave you something you treasure, didn’t it? So, it wasn’t completely without value.” She turned away, making the by now familiar motion, saying, “You are free to speak and to move. Tell us what you will sacrifice.”

Looking over at Carter, Caio didn’t know if it was his imagination but it seemed like there was a faint purple haze creeping up from the floorboards at gargoyle’s feet. After Bran spoke, telling them what he would give up, the mist strengthened, twining up the beast’s hairy legs.

Free from paralysis, Bran windmilled his arms to stop from falling flat on his face, big belly bouncing up and down with the movement. When he’d found his balance, he looked from Edith to Carter to Caio. When his eyes met Caio’s, they were filled with longing and disappointment. “I ‘spose I ain’t got no choice,” he said in a gruff voice. “I give up Caio here. I can tell he’s already gots another dude anyway and I ain’t gonna be no third wheel.”

Cruz looked down at Caio sharply at this and Caio lifted his eyebrows apologetically. He felt bad for cheating on Cruz but he’d also really enjoyed it when Bran took his slightly-used gay cherry with his fat cock. His puckered hole was still singing the dude’s praises. He loved being fucked by a choad!

Edith crossed her boney arms, contemplating Bran’s words. Finally, she nodded. “Very well. Yes, I can tell this is indeed something close to your heart. You love Caden, don’t you? You have worshiped him from afar for a long time.” Bran nodded, eyes going misty. As Edith moved her hand, breaking the bond between them, Bran met Caio’s eyes one last time, a tear sliding down his bearded, pock-marked cheek. For Caio, the sensation was less wrenching but, even so, he could feel it when their nascent connection was severed in his heart. It hurt!

Edith was already turning to the sissified Buzz. Her eyes went slightly round as she took in his girlish appearance but it was his penis-less crotch that really made her eyebrows lift. “Oh, my!” she gasped before looking away, withered cheeks going rosy.  “I guess I really am old. I’m afraid I don’t understand anything about you, my dear.” She waved this off quickly, though, adding, “But no matter! You’re free to move and speak. Tell us what you will sacrifice.”

Buzz managed to catch himself fairly easily when the geas was lifted and stood there, looking meek and ashamed. His wide bottom was in Caio’s direct line of sight and he caught himself marveling at its soft roundness. It sure had been a lot of fun fucking that eager boy pussy! Whatever happened after this, Buzz would always be his first piece of gay ass and he would treasure the memory forever.

“I-I-I dunno,” Buzz chirped in a girly voice. He moved his long, blond bangs out of his eyes to gaze at Carter–eyes zeroing in on that monster-sized cock leaking pre all over–and then at Caio–eyes zeroing in on that monster-sized cock leaking pre all over. (Caio was just as turned on as Gargoyle Carter, although he was so preoccupied with the weird proceedings to give his throbbing cock much notice.) Buzz licked his tender, delicate lips. “I mean, I guess I can give up my balls. I was plannin’ on havin’ ‘em removed anyway.”

“You can do that,” Edith agreed, obviously fighting to keep her tone and face neutral, “but it’s not much of a sacrifice, is it?”

Buzz lowered his head, the curtain of long, blond hair falling back over his face. “Yeah, I guess not.”

Edith thought for a moment before offering, “You could sacrifice two things, you know.”

Buzz looked up sharply, peering at her with shadowed eyes. “I could?” At Edith’s nod, he continued, “Well, then, I ‘spose I could to give up my life as a Marine, too. I ain’t suited to bein’ no soldier no more anyways. ‘Sides, once I’m neutered, I’m gonna get even fatter and softer, ain’t I?”

“Yes, I believe you will,” Edith concurred. “Is that it then? Your two sacrifices?” When Buzz indicated his acquiescence, she pondered the value of his offerings before finally pronouncing, “Yes, the second sacrifice is a particularly heavy one, isn’t it? You really loved the men in your unit. Perhaps they will still love you, though, even if you are no longer a soldier?” Buzz’s eyes filled with tears and she smiled. “Don’t give up that hope, my dear. Your love–bizarre as it may be to me–is powerful.”

She flicked her wrist and Buzz let out a piercing cry, clutching his chest. Tears rolled down his dewy cheeks as he exclaimed, “Ow! It hurts! My heart hurts!” He was distracted from the pain a moment later, though, by another pain. This one emanated from his crotch and he screamed in agony, clapping his hands over his nonexistent pee-pee. As quickly as it struck, though, his misery was over and he lifted his delicate hands away from his hairless crotch, marveling at his complete absence of manhood. He looked like a little Ken Doll; there wasn’t a trace of his cock and balls left down there!

“Th-Th-Thank you!” he stammered, rising to his feet to grasp Edith’s hand. “I can’t believe it! I’m free! I’m finally free! It’s like being born again!” He turned to Bran, waggling his nullo crotch at him, crying out, “Look, bro! I’m neutered! I’m completely neutered!”

Bran’s mouth fell open and he looked like he wanted to be sick. Somehow, though, he managed to recover enough to be encouraging. “Dat’s good, man,” he rumbled in his deep, gruff voice. “Good on you! I’m proud of ya!” He forced himself to smile and Caio was touched. That’s brotherly love! he thought. Bran is a good brother!

Edith watched Buzz with a hangdog grin, shaking her head. Finally, she shook herself and turned to Aiden and Stu. “That leaves us with these two before we get to you, Cruz,” she announced. Examining the pair, frozen as they were in the act of rape, her face went stony. “I’m not going to let either of you speak or move yet,” she informed them. Ciao smirked when he saw the disappointment in their eyes. “Instead,” Edith continued, “I’m going to let Cruz decide your fate. Cruz, dear, what will be their sacrifices?”

Chapter 6

Cruz was caught off guard by this request. Thinking furiously, his big mouth fell open and his tongue curled upward, nearly touching his nose. Aiden and Stu’s eyes were pleading as they implored him silently to be easy on them. Finally, Cruz’s eyes brightened and, gently lifting Caio’s head off his lap, he staggered to his feet and approached Edith. “I think I know what to do,” he said in a small voice.

Edith nodded. “Go on, dear. Please tell us.” In answer, Cruz stood on his tiptoes and whispered something unintelligible into Edith’s ear. As he spoke, her face broke out into a wicked grin and she laughed. This time, though, her laugh was far from pleasant and sent chills down Caio’s spine. For the first time, he caught a glimpse of the wicked witch lurking inside the old woman’s seemingly benevolent exterior. “Oh, that is truly inspired!” she cackled. “You really are a demon, aren’t you?”

Cruz flushed with pride, lowering his head. Caio noticed with a start that horns had begun to sprout behind the little guy’s pointy ears. Cruz was looking more and more like a perverted demon and neither Caio nor his big cock were complaining!

This time, rather than making the arcane motion with her hand, Edith snapped her fingers. Instantly, both Stu and Aiden collapsed on the floor, moaning. They tried to stand but found the feat impossible. After struggling violently, the best they could do was roll over on their backs and prop themselves up on their elbows. It looked like an invisible weight was holding the two jocks in place.

Caio took the opportunity to examine their bodies. He had to admit that, as much as he despised them for taking advantage of Cruz, they were also pretty fucking hot. Stu was the beta to Aiden’s alpha, lacking initiative and a devious mind. He was, however, a lot more handsome than his more dominant friend. With piercing blue eyes, black hair, chiseled features and bulging muscles, he was quite a stud…until he opened his mouth, that is. The dude was dumber than shit and had a habit of saying some really repugnant things. Before today, Caio had tolerated him but had never been a stan.

Aiden, conversely, might not be as handsome as Stu but he was a lot smarter. Wherever he led, Stu followed and together they made a formidable pair. Aiden could be nice and indeed had always been a good friend to Caio. But, he could also be backbiting and Caio had caught him telling others some really unkind things about him. Consequently, he was courteous to the jock but didn’t go out of his way to engage with him.

Aiden didn’t seem to possess Stu’s attention to personal grooming. His dirty blond hair was shaggy and unkempt and his general appearance was slovenly. He didn’t bathe often and his body odor more closely resembled stale urine than man-musk. His brown eyes were beady, kind of like a rat’s, and his lip was drawn upward in a belittling sneer. Doesn’t he understand the danger he’s in? Caio wondered. The dude’s supreme confidence seemed misplaced.

Edith–and everyone else present–regarded the pair coldly. Their collective antipathy only seemed to amuse Aiden, however. Still sneering, he challenged, “C’mon, ya old bitch-witch, do yer worse! I ain’t afraid of ya! ‘Sides, me an’ Stu here ain’t done nuthin’ wrong! Ya stopped us before we even touched Cruz!”

Caio would have reacted violently to this but for some reason he was distracted by Aiden and Stu’s cocks. For some reason, both guys were still quite erect, their ample manhoods lifted heavenward despite their predicament. Unlike Aiden, Stu was circumcised and his dick was above average in length but kind of skinny. Aiden was uncut and his cock was certainly decent, being both relatively long and fat. His foreskin was fluted and pointed straight up from the blunt tip of his cockhead; the dude’s ‘skin was darker than Caio would have guessed, making him wonder if Aiden was mixed race. He was otherwise pretty lily white, though. 

Caio hated to admit it but both guy’s had pretty delectable dicks. Under other circumstances, he wouldn’t have minded a good, rough ride on the end of either of them! 

Until today, he never would have guessed that either leaned toward gay. (Then again, until today, he hadn’t realized he leaned toward gay himself.) Was turning gay an effect of the curse? If only the pair had been nice to Cruz, the little would-be gargoyle probably would’ve given into their advances willingly. Caio wasn’t a jealous lover and was happy to share Cruz with whomever Cruz desired.

In the face of Aiden’s abuse, Edith remained impassive. “You’re lucky,” she stated, calm as ever. “Cruz is a very forgiving person and he doesn’t wish to destroy your lives.” When both Stu and Aiden smirked with victory at this, she raised a finger, warning, “But he does want to ensure you can never rape anyone again. With this in mind, he has offered a very ingenious sacrifice for both of you. I find it very fitting.”

Aiden and Stu remained defiant but their eyes betrayed fear…and so did their cocks. Ciao watched their dicks deflate, becoming rapidly flaccid. Soon, they had flopped down upon their taut tummies, shrinking to rather unremarkable size. Clearly, the two were growers and not showers!

Aiden opened his mouth to hurl an insult back at Edith but, before he could say anything, his face wrinkled in confusion, eyes dropping down to his crotch. At first, Caio couldn’t understand why he was freaking out but slowly he realized that Aiden’s cock wasn’t just getting smaller because it was softening; it was actually shrinking!

“Wait, no!” Aiden protested, trying with all his might to move his hand to touch his precious manhood. He could only move his arm very slowly, though, and by the time his fingers reached his crotch, his cock had already deflated by half and was rapidly shrinking further. Everyone present (except Edith who demurely averted her gaze) watched in fascinated horror as Aiden’s cock retreated, shriveling down to a tiny button. 

But it didn’t stop there! 

His balls were similarly affected, drawing up in his furry nutsac. That nutsac tightened, too, and it was apparently painful because Aiden threw back his head and howled. There was a sickening pop and Caio’s mouth fell open as he watched the dude’s balls get sucked up inside his body. Aiden’s ballsac soon followed suit, pulling up into a fleshy crease that enveloped his tiny cockhead.

Aiden’s head snapped back down and his eyes goggled in disgust when he finally understood the nature of his curse. “A pussy?!” he yelled, voice rising pitifully into a howl. “You fuckin’ gave me a pussy! I’ve got nuthin’ but a fuckin’ cunt between my legs!” He tore his eyes off of his now gaping man-pussy and fixed Edith with a murderous glare. “Give me my cock back! Give it back right now, you fuckin’ witch!”

Edith didn’t reply to him and instead looked over to Cruz. “It’s always the same,” she muttered, pursing her lips. “In over seventy years, nothing has changed. Men always think if they abuse me, I’ll give in and obey them.” She shrugged, sighing. “It hasn’t worked yet, though!”

Cruz didn’t reply. He merely smiled enigmatically, long tongue dripping saliva onto big belly. For his part, Caio was getting uncomfortably aroused. Something about the sight of Aiden with a big, hairy cunt between his muscular thighs really popped his cork. His giant cock chubbed up, growing fatter and longer even as he tried to command it to go back down. Cocks! They have a mind of their own!

Stu was watching Aiden’s pussy, his handsome (but dumb) face frozen in a rictus of terror. Panicked, he looked over to Edith, begging, “Please, I don’t wanna pussy! I’ll do anything–ANYTHING!!!–as long as I get to keep my big man!” As he said this, he clamped his hands protectively over his flaccid endowment as if this would prevent anything from happening to it.

Edith’s mouth quirked. “You’re in luck, young man. Your fate is not the same as your friend here.”

Stu’s face lit up at this and he grinned broadly, pulling his hands away from his crotch and looking with pride down upon his manhood. Caio’s eyes widened. In the direct inverse to Aiden, Stu’s somewhat thin cock was growing fatter by the second. Soon, it resembled an incredibly plump sausage. And then it began lengthening, going from three inches to seven to ten in the space of seconds. Meanwhile, its remarkable girth-enhancement continued unabated. By the time the inflation stopped, Stu’s cock was even larger and fatter than Caio’s own monster…and it was still flaccid! At least eighteen inches long, it had to be more than five inches thick, so big and meaty that Stu could barely reach around it with both hands. His balls expanded proportionally to match the beast between his legs, swelling to the size of a pair of melons.

Stu’s tongue hung out of his mouth as he stared down at his new masterpiece. This was a super-human cock, truly a thing of pride and wonder! He had, it seemed, tricked fate and wound up even better off than he’d been before. He was the luckiest guy in the world! Caio’s brow furrowed. Why was Stu getting rewarded while Aiden was punished?

“Juss wait, bro,” Cruz whispered next to him, reading his thoughts. “Juss wait.”

For a brief moment, Stu was in heaven, beside himself with happiness at winning the biggest, fattest cock known to man. It wasn’t until his gaze lifted from his massive endowment and landed lustily on Aiden’s dripping pussy that his face clouded.

Aiden, Caio realized then, was staring as just fixedly at his bro’s mutant cock as Stu was staring at his cunt. His expression was a mixture of resentment, envy, disbelief and, if Caio wasn’t mistaken, hunger. Aiden’s cheeks grew rosy and sweat dripped from his brow. Beads of perspiration gathered on his hairy chest and his skin flushed red with the burning heat of desire. He clenched his jaw, fighting mightily to clamp down on his tongue. It was no use, though. His eyes, riveted on Stu’s hulking bull-cock, were fiery with lust. Soon, that lust was unquenchable and he was driven to debase himself.

“Fuck me, bro!” he begged. “Fuck my pussy! PAH-LEASE! I need–No, I gotta! I gotta have yer big man-cock inside my pussy!”

Stu perked up at this exhortation but he didn’t move. 

Beside himself with desire, Aiden tore his eyes off of Stu’s magnificent appendage and fixed Edith with a haunted stare. “Let him go!” he panted, sweat running in runnels down his chest. “Pah-lease! Let him move! I need him! NEED HIM!” 

It was clear from the disgusted expression on his face that uttering these words humiliated him to no end. Belatedly, Caio understood that this insatiable hunger for Stu’s cock was another part of Cruz’s curse: The little demon had both given Aiden a cunt and made him totally hot for Stu. Brilliant! Cruz is really devious, he thought, shaking his head. I didn’t know he had it in him! The gremlin had thought up the perfect punishment!

It got better…or worse, depending on your perspective.

Edith waved off Aiden’s plea. “He’s as free to move as you are,” she explained patiently. “I lifted the paralysis spell a while ago.”

Aiden turned back to Stu and, holding out his arms to his friend, called desperately, “Stu! Stu! Come to me, bro! Ram yer huge fuckstick into me! My pussy’s leakin’ for yer cock!” He looked down at his wet pussy as he said this, revulsion etching his features when he saw the copious ‘honey’ dribbling out between the moist folds of his new cunt lips.

For some unknown reason, though, Stu didn’t budge even though it was clear he wanted nothing more than to bury his broadsword up to the hilt in Aiden’s wet pussy.  His eyes filled with tears of frustration as he howled, “I wanna but I can’t, bro! Truss me! I really wanna fuck that pussy of yers!”

“What do ya mean?!” Aiden gasped, chest heaving and body thrumming with aching desire. “Why not! Juss do it already! Juss fuck me! I’ll make ya fit! I’ll stretch my cunt out to fit ya if it’s the last thing I do!”

Stu dropped his head in his hands, sobbing, “I wanna! I really wanna! Ya gots no idea how much I wanna fuck yer cunt right now but I can’t!”

Aiden closed his eyes, overwhelmed with hunger for Aiden’s cock. “Yes, you can, bro!” he panted, face beet red. “You can do it! That’s gotta be what that big cock’s for! Fucking my pussy!” He started to reach out for Stu’s masterpiece but his bro pulled away.

“Ya don’t understand!” Stu wailed, growing even more flustered. Finally, he took his ridiculously fat cock in both hands and wagged it heavily up and down. “I can’t get hard!” he explained pitifully as the big, thick sausage flopped up and down. “I’m turned on as shit right now but can’t get hard! I gots…I gots…” he searched around in his dim brain for the term, finally managing to stutter, “I-I-I g-g-gots ee-ee-eerect-erectile dys-dys-dysfunction!” He flailed his limp cock in Aiden’s direction, moaning, “Even though I wanna fuck ya, bro. I can’t!”

Aiden’s jaw fell open as he belatedly understood another cruel dimension to Cruz’s curse. He looked from Stu’s huge but completely useless cock to his own leaking pussy and gritted his teeth. Lifting his gaze upward, his face darkened as he met Cruz’s eyes. Cruz gave him a small, victorious smile and Aiden spat, “You! I fuckin’ hate you! I HATE YOU! You’re a fuckin’ MONSTER!”

Cruz merely shrugged his beefy shoulders, leathery wings rustling with the motion. He knew he was a monster and was fine with it.

“Now, Cruz,” Edith said, turning away from the spectacle of the cursed jocks, “it’s finally your turn. What are you willing to sacrifice to end the curse on you and Carter.” She looked over at Carter as she said this, taking note of the thickening pall of purple haze around him. The huge monster’s body was now completely engulfed in the odd fog and he stood there, apparently frozen in place. His yellow eyes, however, glowed with intelligence. It was clear that, while he couldn’t move, he was nonetheless very aware of what was happening around him.

Cruz’s horns, tail and wings were nearly fully formed by this point and his skin was turning gray like the gargoyle beside him. Far from towering like Carter, though, he made quite a diminutive gargoyle. The world’s fuckin’ hottest gargoyle! Caio thought, licking his lips. 

As Cruz’s legs bent backwards in that strange recurved manner, Cruz found it hard to stand upright and squatted down on his haunches, scaly tail raised over his head and wings outstretched. Copious amounts of thick, gray fur were sprouting everywhere and, Caio realized with a start, Cruz’s face more closely resembled a dog’s muzzle now. His teeth were fanged and his tongue–already more than long–had grown another six or seven inches in addition to fattening greatly. It hung there, obscenely girthy and colored a mottled pink. Yellow saliva dripped from his jaws, running down the length of his tongue. There was a growing pool of the stuff at his splayed, clawed feet.

Caio’s cock spasmed and he moaned involuntarily.

The noise caught Cruz’s attention and he looked away from Edith, his slitted, yellow-gold eyes going round at the sight of Caio’s giant erection.  “Is it,” he began, slobbering profusely, “I mean, it is Ok if I don’t sacrifice nuthin’?” He cast another longing look at Caio’s thick, dripping cock before turning back to Edith. “I’m fine bein’ a gargoyle for the rest of my life. Really, I am! As long as I don’t gots to, ya know, turn to stone. An’ as long as I get to be with Caden!”

“Wait!” Ciao cried, reaching over to his boyfriend. “Don’t do this, Cruz!” Cruz ignored him, though, stepping away from Caio’s outstretched arms and crossing his beefy arms defiantly.

For some reason, Edith seemed unsurprised by this request. Arching an elegant, white eyebrow, she said, “Of course, my dear! It’s completely your choice! And most people would regard it as a sacrifice. I have to ask, however, have you thought this through? You’re not letting the…well, the thing between your legs do your thinking for you, are you?” She flushed pink as she said this, averting her gaze politely from Cruz’s throbbing choad.

Cruz shook his head, sending saliva flying about the room. “No, I’m not! I mean, I am really turned on but I’ve also been thinkin’ ‘bout this since ya first showed up an’ explained ‘bout the curse. I’ve made up my mind. I really wanna stay a gargoyle!”

Caio was of two minds about this. His rational mind was alarmed for Cruz. How the fuck would he ever lead a normal life looking like a total monster, an adorably sexy monster but a monster nonetheless? But the bigger brain between his legs was overjoyed at the prospect of Cruz remaining forever a horny, plump little gargoyle. Just the thought of it nearly drove him to a hands-free orgasm right then and there.

“That’s great news, I have to say for selfish reasons,” Edith revealed, “because, if Carter’s latest victim–that’s you, Cruz–had not decided to remain a gargoyle, then, I would have had to forfeit my life to end the curse. Now, I was willing to do so if you wanted to go back to being human but I have to say that, old as I may be, I’m still rather fond of living.” She paused, smiling to herself before continuing, “I’m not off the hook, though. As the one who cast the spell in the first place, I am required to offer a sacrifice of my own to break it. And for that I will offer up my powers of magic…a promise to be fulfilled once I remove the curse, of course.”

Cruz nodded, pleased. And, truth be told, Caio was more than pleased. He couldn’t wait until this was over and he could get his hands on that chubby little monster! When he took another look at the guy–whose transformation into a gray-skinned, dog-like gargoyle was almost complete–he goggled in happy disbelief.

Cruz’s choad was no more!

Now the dude possessed a true doggy dick! A furry sheath had grown around the base of his dick and his erection thrust out, glistening and slick and red. It was identical in shape (and nearly identical in size) to the hulking cock depending from Carter’s furry thighs.

And his balls!

Fuck, the dude’s hairy, basketball-sized balls were dragging on the floor at his feet. How the fuck could he even stand up like that? As if in answer to this question, Cruz sank heavily to the ground, throwing out both arms (which now more closely resembled clawed forefeet) before him and settling his bulk down on all fours. His wings stretched out, smaller than Carter’s but still impressive, and he lifted his head, letting out a mournful howl.

Caio stared at him, chills going down his back and cock strainingly hard at the sight of his transformed boyfriend. He clenched his giant butthole, eagerly anticipating getting fucked by the mutant doggie dick. He couldn’t wait to be filled with Cruz’s sticky yellow gargoyle seed!

The purple haze surrounding Carter was now impenetrable and the gargoyle was invisible. Edith lifted her hands upward, intoning some sort of chant whose words Caio didn’t recognize. There was a sizzle in the air and then a palpable snap. Everyone present felt it in their chest; it was the binding cords of the curse breaking and liberating Carter from his monstrous confines.

When it was over, Edith sagged back on her heels, looking older and frailer than before. Caio realized then that her magic must have sustained her, lengthening her life even as it offered her strength. Now that she was drained of it, he wondered how much longer she would live? Certainly, she was far unsteadier when she made her farewells.

As the haze dissipated around him, Carter’s monstrous form collapsed in on itself and, in its place, remained a naked and very good-looking Black guy. His ebony skin was lustrously smooth and, in contrast to his previous form, he lacked any discernible body hair, save for a tiny, closely-cropped, black bush atop the base of his very substantial, uncut cock. His hair was buzzed short, accenting his strong features. He was quite masculine and muscular–possessing a typical running back’s build–but any hardness was tempered by the exquisite softness of his brown eyes.

“Welcome back, Carter,” Edith said, reaching out shakily to grasp his wide hand. “I know I can never make up for what I did but, for what it’s worth, I’m sorry. I’m really sorry.”

Carter stared down at her, a glassy expression on his handsome face. He was weaving on his feet and looked more than a little lost. And why wouldn’t he? The last thing he remembered was being an ‘Colored’ football jock in 1950s America! In his mind, the past seventy years as a marble gargoyle were but a blink of an eye. After a minute or two, though, he seemed to realize he was finally free and let out a whoop of delight. He shook Edith’s hand and would have lifted her into his arms if he’d been more accustomed to his human body. As it was, though, he would have toppled had Bran not been beside him, steadying him by the elbow.

Turning to smile gratefully at his rescuer, Carter was just in time to watch the fat and age melting off Bran’s body. Bran noticed his changes, too, and stared down at himself, eyes filled with relief. First, his big belly deflated, pulling inward and fading away until he was left with a small paunch. Then all the gray disappeared from his hair and his bald spot disappeared (mostly) as his thick blond hair filled back in. The dense carpet of his body hair receded slightly, fading away from his back and shoulders. He retained most of it, though, especially on his still very broad chest and bushy pubes. The garish, crude tattoos covering his chest, back, ass and neck, however, seemed disinclined to fade and remained bold as ever.

By the time it was over, he had reverted partway back to his old self. He still had an obviously receding hairline and was much older than a teenage boy. Likewise, his long, floppy foreskin and thick choad remained. He was muscular and manly, albeit in a kind of rough-looking way, appearing more like his older brother before Buzz’s sissification. In fact, he looked so much like Buzz that Caio did a double take. There was one obvious difference, of course: Whereas Buzz had been dick-free even before his transformation, Bran sported a very thick man-cock.

Carter’s eyebrows lifted as he took in the sight of the restored Bran. “Golly!” he exclaimed, using quaint 1950’s vernacular. “You look different!” Was it Caio’s imagination or was Carter’s girthy cock getting chubbed? For his part, Bran seemed just as mesmerized by Carter as Carter was by him. The corner of his mouth quirked and he puffed out his big chest, obviously presenting himself for Carter’s inspection. Carter was more than happy to! His fat dick grew fatter by the second as he examined that strapping redneck stud.

As impressed as Caio was by Carter’s transformation and Bran’s reversion, he really only had eyes for Cruz and soon lost interest in the pair. He got up off the floor and walked hesitantly over to his lover, realizing Cruz was now a stranger to him. Or, make that a strange beast.

“Cruz?” he called out, bracing a little when the creature turned its muzzle and fixed him with its baleful yellow gaze. “Are ya Ok?” Caio hated how his voice was shaking. He didn’t want Cruz to think he was afraid of him!

Cruz’s lupine face broke into a feral leer and his ridiculously long tongue flopped heavily out of his jaws. Rather than coming from his mouth, though, his voice seemed to resonate eerily through the aether. “Nevvvvvvvver bettttttttter,” he hissed, turning his horned head toward Caio. His enormous cock was still rock-hard, lipstick red, and dripping precum like a fat hose. “Yyyyyyyyyyooouuuuu loooooooook sexxxxxxxxy,” he added, licking his chops. Yellowish drool washed down his fangs and onto his prehensile tongue.

Following Cruz’s slitted gaze, Caio looked down at himself and gave a start when he realized that his body was changing, too. Well, sort of. Maybe it was because his sacrifice wasn’t as dear to his heart as the others’ but his body didn’t go back to normal. In fact, on the balance, he remained pretty much the same. His muscles shrank a little but his ass remained unnaturally huge. His bulging, overbuilt body was still covered in copious black fur and, he realized as he clenched and unclenched his butthole, his anal ring was just as bulbous as ever. (That’s prolly a good thing, he thought. If I’m gonna get fucked by that monster cock of Cruz’s, I’m gonna need an extra wide hole!) 

Last but not least, his cock and balls were still truly enormous. His cock maybe lost an inch or two in length but it still clocked in at more than a foot long when flaccid. And he certainly didn’t lose any thickness. If anything, it swelled even larger. When he was hard, his cock reached a stunning fifteen inches in length and nearly four inches in girth. (All the better to fuck Cruz with! he thought, smirking.) His balls, while far smaller than Cruz and Stu’s, were nonetheless bigger than a pair of grapefruit. They hung down past his knees in his supremely hairy nutsac.

When his reversion was complete, he was still a hulking, hairy, hung brute but was somewhat lighter on his feet. If he wore the right clothing and four very tight jockstraps, he could–mostly–conceal his massive endowment. His big butt, on the other hand, well, there was no hiding that; it received more than its share of attention from tops eager to fuck it. And, Cruz was Ok with it, Caio was more than happy to let them.

Right then, he didn’t spend any time worrying about himself or his future, though. Throwing himself at Cruz, he hugged the gargoyle fiercely about his furry neck, sighing with pleasure when Cruz thrust that slick doggy dick between his thighs and commenced frotting with wild abandon. Caio opened his mouth and invited Cruz’s huge tongue inside. He needn’t have bothered, though; Cruz was already prying apart Caio’s jaws with that massive tongue and thrusting it deep inside him.

There was lots of passion to go around that evening. Taking their cue from Caio and Cruz, Carter and Bran quickly gave in to their mutual attraction and, taking each other in their arms, began kissing fervently. Both he and Carter gave a little start when Carter’s long, scaly tail proceeded to wrap itself like a rope around their sweaty bodies. They recovered quickly, though, and, laughing, went right back at it. Carter would have the giant tail for the rest of his life.

Even Aiden and Stu found a way to release (some of) their pent up desire. Before Caio lowered himself onto all fours and stuck his ass in the air, inviting Cruz to penetrate him, he saw Stu doing the same thing. There was one key difference, though; Stu wasn’t lowering himself on all fours to get fucked, he was lowering himself down onto Aiden’s sloppy, wet pussy. Grunting and moaning, he treated his bro to the alien and forbidden pleasure of ardent cunnilingus, taking him to the heights of ecstasy. Try as he might, though, he could never quite bring Aiden to orgasm. Nor could he bring himself to orgasm, either. It wasn’t for the lack of trying! He jacked his enormous, useless cock furiously, arching his back and trying valiantly to get off…but could never do so. 

They suffered like that–being perennially aroused but unable to reach orgasm–for a couple of years before Cruz and Caio took pity on them and tracked down a sorority sister-witch who agreed to lift part of the curse. From that day forward, Stu’s giant member was never far from Aiden’s eager and very stretched-out pussy. Eventually, they agreed to let bygones be bygones and the pair became Caio and Cruz’s fast friends.

Caio watched Stu go down on Aiden’s pussy, shaking his head in amazement. It was funny how quickly Aiden gave into the humiliating pleasure of having his pussy licked. He forgot all about them, though, when Cruz surprised him by slamming his fat doggy-dick up his chute and pummeled him into submission. Caio’s anal ring sprang open like an eager maw and took Cruzi in his entirety. It was nothing short of miraculous how accommodating Caio’s man-cunt could be. Soon, he and Cruz were once again lost in their private paradise, blissfully unaware of anyone around them.

That only left Edith and poor Buzz. Like his brother, Buzz reverted back to his old self to some degree but not as much as he hoped. He remained a hairless, soft-bodied, big-bottomed teenager with a completely empty crotch. He did at least grow back some of his muscles. His curtain of blond hair shortened into a military-style crew cut but a thick mop of it remained on the top of his head. All in all, he looked quite fetching as a nullo, he thought, as he looked down at himself. If only I had someone to share this with, he thought morosely, lower lip protruding in a pout.

As if reading his mind, Edith placed a shaky hand on his arm. “Don’t worry, dear. Before I sacrificed my magic, I used it one last time on your behalf.” She cocked her head as she said this, looking backward toward the partially open cabin door. “And I do believe your men have just arrived.”

Buzz’s thin eyebrows lifted in confusion for a moment before understanding dawned in his wide, blue eyes. His tender, young face broke into an exuberant grin. 

“Buzz?” came a gruff man’s voice from behind them. “Is that really you, buddy? Shit, bro! Ya look different!”

It was his Commanding Officer and lover, Antonio de Garay. And behind him stood at least twenty men from his former unit. They all looked confused at finding themselves in this strange place but their disorientation faded abruptly when they saw what had become of their beloved Buzz.

They crowded around him, taking in the sight of his soft, hairless body and huge, bouncy buttocks. One thing more than anything else drew their attention and lust, though: The boy’s smooth, bare crotch. Devoid of even a scar, he now just had a little mound down there. With no cock and certainly no balls, he was a true nullo.

Antonio muscled everyone out of the way and loomed over him. Buzz stared up at him uncertainly, his dewy cheeks touched with pink. He wet his full, luscious lips expectantly. Antonio’s own cheeks colored with pride as he gazed down on his nubile little boi. “May I?” he asked. Buzz nodded demurely, lowering his eyelashes over his seductive baby blues. Antonio reached down with a shaking hand to run a finger over Buzz’s little mound. He was gentle but his finger was calloused and Buzz’s mound was very sensitive. Buzz threw back his head and purred like a sex kitten at the touch.

“Sexy,” Antonio pronounced. “And hot as fuck.” Looking over his shoulder sternly, his men abruptly stood stiffly at attention, their shoulders thrown back and their faces staring straight ahead. Antonio smiled wolfishly. “At ease, men,” he ordered. “And strip down naked. We’re gonna celebrate our little Buzz as only U.S. Marines can do: With good, stiff cocks up his ass!”

“BOO-YAH!” the horny young men shouted, enthusiastically helping each other out of their fatigues. Soon, the place was a writhing mass of naked and aroused men of all shapes and sizes. The room filled with loud and ecstatic moaning and the scent of ripe man-musk filled the air.

Holding her nose, Edith stepped over the sweaty carpet of writhing man flesh and made her exit. Turning to give one last look at Carter embracing Bran, she smiled. “My work here is done,” she murmured, closing the door behind her and tottering out to join the group of jocks outside around the campfire. 

They looked at her in confusion, their faces both confused and haunted by everything they’d witnessed (not to mention the yodels of passion echoing from inside the little cabin.) Accepting a beer and sitting primly down upon an offered camp chair, Edith smiled before taking a delicate sip of Budweiser. She swallowed and grimaced, shaking her head. “Ah, that’s nasty!” she croaked. “But also kind of good.” She tilted the can to her lips again and swallowed again, deeply this time. The guys around the fire grinned, unaccustomed to seeing a ninety-year-old woman drinking so profusely. 

Edith looked from them to her beer and then to the cabin. “You’ll want to bring a mop and bucket to clean up after them,” she said wryly. “And a pair of latex gloves wouldn’t hurt.” They laughed uncertainly and she shivered theatrically, concluding, “But then again, you boys like it dirty, don’t you?”

***

Epilogue

The next morning, the men awoke sprawled on the floor, drenched in sweat and cum. They were all content and happy, though, and shared a lazy, Sunday morning orgy before finally breaking up to go back to town and the base. Carter and Bran were staring goo-goo eyes at each other and had already become inseparable. Given this and their proclivity for football, it was somehow appropriate that the pair ended up taking the spots on the football team vacated by Cruz and Caio.

When Bran asked Carter why Edith and her sisters had cursed him in the first place, Carter shrugged. “I mean, gosh, I don’t really know. I mean, there was that time I played ‘backseat bingo’ with the captain of the football team after practice…” His voice trailed off before a light went on his head and he exclaimed, “Oh, right! Now I remember! Edith and Tim were goin’ steady, I think. That must’ve been why she got so mad at me.”

Bran was watching him with folded arms, smiling to himself. “Lemme guess, bro,” he drawled, “by ‘playing backseat bingo’ with the captain, you mean you fucked him, dontcha?”

It was adorable how Carter’s cheeks colored upon hearing that expletive. Long tail twitching nervously behind him, he cleared his throat and looked down at the cum-stained floorboards. “Uh, well, maybe? I mean, he should’ve been a tight end with an ass like that.”

“Yer such a slut,” Bran said, laughing. He looked up heavenward in mock exasperation, exclaiming, “I always fall for the sluts! Why, Lord, why?”

“Hey!” Caio said gruffly. (He and Cruz were cuddling nearby and Cruz’s tongue was tickling his sensitive glans, causing him to stifle a moan.) “I’m not a slut!” At a sharp nudge from Cruz’s long, wet nose, though, he amended, “Well, not much of a slut at least. I mean, I’ve only fucked…let’s see…well, less than a hundred people in my life. That doesn’t make me a slut, does it?” He looked from Cruz’s narrowed, slitted eyes to Carter to the very skeptical Bran, adding defensively, “I mean, I am a man after all. And a man’s gotta fuck!”

***

Caio and Cruz settled down into a life of peaceful domesticity, punctuated by periodic wild orgies. There was no shortage of guys who were eager to get nasty with a nasty little gargoyle. Not to mention, that gargoyle’s super-hung stud boyfriend with the ass that wouldn’t quit. They never ran out of fun and each enjoyed an extended youth thanks to Edith’s magic; when they aged, they only did so slowly and gracefully.

Caio managed to find work in construction and Cruz–Yes, you guessed it!–Cruz found a steady job parading around the football field during halftime as the team’s official mascot, Gregory the Gargoyle. It was somewhat amusing how the television broadcasts blurred out his crotch and butt area to protect viewers from the prurient sight of his hulking cock and gaping butthole.

Attending every game and celebrating with Carter and Bran afterwards–and eventually with Aiden and Stu–Caio was happier than he’d ever been. He didn’t even miss playing football too much. No, not much at all. He might have lost the game but he’d won the hottest, sexiest beast of a boyfriend ever.

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