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Orctober Written by Leo_Todrius Supported by my Patrons There wasn't anything quite like a college campus when it came to Fall. The campus was lined with trees changing colors, turning to rich golds and reds. The walkways were lined with the leaves that had already fallen, and as the trees lost their luster, the buildings made up for it with decorations. Fake cobwebs were strung up across windows and ceilings, real and fake pumpkins were strewn about campus, and there was a buzzing of activity as everyone got into thes wing of their school year and had the chance to really bust out and party. Ben moved down the hall toward his room, hurrying back from a class that had run long.

Some of the students moved off campus by their junior year, others took up the university apartments, but Ben didn't want to give up the campus life. Classes wee a two minute walk away, there were lots of people to socialize with, and downtown was close by... Maybe too close. Ben passed a row of mirrors that had been set up across from the dorm's fitness room, glancing at himself briefly. He wasn't the hottest guy on campus, but he wasn't bad to look at either. He was five foot ten, his black hair was wavy and he'd cultivated a fair set of sideburns that went all the way down to his jaw. He was proud of those sideburns. It was all he could grow, but he did them well.

Ben passed a few open doors and tried not to look in, though he faltered when one of his hall mates was leaning in the doorway wearing nothing but a green leotard with plastic leaves glued around the waist. He was lean, slim, and left little to the imagination. Ben couldn't help but suppress his grin and kept going, assuming his hall mate was going for a Peter Pan costume or some other such endeavor. Ben had to admire his confidence. He also wasn't too ashamed of glancing at his body, even though Ben preferred men that were a little more robust over twinks.

At long last he made it to his dorm, opened the door, shut it behind him and moved over to his closet. He was in enough of a hurry that he let his backpack hit the floor with a thud as he slid the closet door open wide. He removed his hamper and hastily shoved it to the side before leaning in deeper. Ben carefully extracted a bag that was hidden in the back of the closet. He dropped it down onto his bed and opened it up careful, taking a breath. Sitting inside were clothes that he never dared to wear on campus; leather pants, a leather vest, some boots and nothing else. Ben stood there, looking in at it, feeling a tightening in his pants.

Kids came to college to learn life skills, to mature and grow as people, to find out where their life would take them. Ben had learned more wandering off campus about the sort of life he wanted to leave, especially when he'd found a private, out of the way club one night while following a set of particularly burly men. He'd gone in and it had changed his life. He'd kissed his first man, then his first five. He'd tasted cum for the first time, he'd rimmed a guy, and he'd gone so far off the rails with sex that it had nearly ended his college career.

But slowly, steadily, he'd gotten a good balance worked out. His grades were alright, he was learning about a few things that could be career some day including the bio-chemistry and entrepreneurial skills that could help opening his own brewery... but tonight wasn't about that. It was the Friday night before Halloween. The club was going to have their big Orctober Halloween bash and Ben didn't want to come back until the weekend was over.

The bag purred as it was zipped up and Ben slung it over his shoulders. He thinned down his pockets until he had just the essentials; his ID, his student badge to get back into the building, his key and his credit card. With those stowed in his pocket, Ben knew he was ready. He flicked off the light he'd left on earlier, took one last breathe to brace himself and stepped out into the hall. There was no turning back. This was going to be the wildest weekend of his life.

****

The sky glowed with a dull orange, a thousand city lights casting up to collect on the hazy grey clouds that lingered and refused to leave. The cement held a faint moisture, not fro rain, but from the chill that tried to creep into the valley a little more each night. It was the perfect sort of gloom for a Halloween party, though it had made it harder for Ben to change in the alley. Being seen in leather gear on campus was a no go, but showing up at the club in his street clothes was no good either. He'd found a little nook in an alleyway on the way to the club that served him just fine - well, except for once. He'd been spotted by a young mechanic once mid-change. He still remembered the mustache that kid had, riding up and down on his cock until he got a mouth full of cream. Ben grinned a bit at the memory before he stepped out of the alley.

He looked different in his gear. His arms were strong and they showed off the band of tattoos on his biceps. He seemed more confident, more in his own skin - perhaps because he had to be, showing so much of it off. The black leather complimented his black hair and sideburns, and he'd even put in a bit of product to get his wavy hair to stand up a bit, to look more styled. He came around the corner, hearing and feeling the deepest bass notes of music coming from the club before he even got there. For being a hidden club, it was a miracle that it had stayed hidden for as much of a racket as they put up,.

Ben jogged up the six steps to the front door of the club and knocked on the door, looking around a bit. They were in the old quarter, where the buildings dated back at least a hundred years. The stone work was impressive, the windows were ancient and works of art, and the stairs were never quite level. The door eventually opened and was filled with the hulking mass of a man at least six foot two, his bald head contrasted by an immense red bushy beard that hung down to the man's collar bone. His ears had been stretched with big black discs, complementing the tattoos on his arms that were sequences of black circles in ever growing and shrinking patterns.

"Bruno! Happy Orctober!" Ben said. The bouncer looked out sternly for a moment before he cracked a grin and reached out with a burly arm, grabbing Ben and pulling him into a hug. Ben's heart fluttered a bit, as did his cock. He loved big men, and it was hard to think of any bigger than Bruno. The bouncer guided Ben in and patted him on the back with a dinner plate sized hand.

"You're going to have fun, they've got an orc station going on." Bruno said. Ben was about to ask what that meant, but looking around he could see it already. The club catered to manly men and their closest, male fans. Ben was accustomed to seeing men that had heft, girth, hair and swagger. He was used to leather, denim, plaid. None of those things had changed, but many of the men had. There were men with tusks, men with skin as rich in shades of green as an ardent forest. There was more skin than ever, and drinks were being handed out in ample supply. Ben stood there like he'd died and gone to heaven, and it wasn't long before his leather pants were creaking with his cock reaching full mast. Ben swallowed a bit before he moved to the bar, sitting down on the stool.

"Hey, Hank, what are your specials?" Ben asked the bartender who was a few feet away. Hank was in his late thirties, wearing black framed glasses. He'd been cultivating his reddish brown beard since he was a teenager and he'd grown it to the point that he could braid it into a long thick cord that hung down from his chin to his waist. He'd gone all out to join the party, getting himself coated in green body paint and popped in a pair of plastic tusks."Our house specials are Graveyard Grog, and ZugZug juice. They're pretty potent and they come in mass quantities." Hank grinned. Ben popped down his ID and his credit card onto the counter.

"Let's start with... the ZugZug juice." Ben smirked. Hank gave a nod and moved to grab a mug, filling it up with some frothy purple concoction before bringing it back. The bartender collected his ID and credit card, a practice common to ensure that customers paid AND didn't leave too drunk to be safe. It was one less thing Ben had to worry about. He lifted his mug to his lips and took a sip, his eyes widening a bit. The drink was bubbling, almost tingly. It was very grape flavored, but there was the sour tang of the various alcohols that had been added as well. It wouldn't take much to get him buzzed, and Ben felt that that would be the right amount to really let loose. He stood up and took his drink with him, moving around the club, admiring the collection of men.

It was almost like an exhibit of just how amazing the male form could look. There was a big leather daddy sitting in a booth, covered in a harness and chaps. He had a big flowing white beard and a cigar in his mouth, puffing away while two younger men licked and sucked his cock. They had beards of their own, but they were only a few inches long and well kept. No doubt in time they'd grow theirs out as big as their daddy's. There were younger men covered in tattoos, talking about various feats they'd accomplished in their hardened lives as criminals. There were men of all ages and types bumping and grinding on the dance floor, getting sweaty. One group of young men looked like they were fresh out of a D&D session, laughing about the stories they had crafted together while enjoying a good beer, groping each other under the table.

Ben felt truly alive here. These were his people; unapologetically gay, here for a purpose and having a good time doing it. Ben was starting to think that when he graduated, he'd move here so he could stay close. It was a silly life goal to be sure, but he was familiar with the town and he couldn't imagine anywhere else being quite so rich, quite so perfect, quite so... him. Ben smiled wistfully at it all before he felt a hand sliding over the curve of his butt cheek. Ben cracked a bit of a grin and went to turn, but froze as he felt a tongue traveling up his thick sideburn, going against the grain, getting the hairs to stick up wild and unkempt. Eventually Ben did turn his head enough to see just who had been so bold.

Standing next to him was a young man that looked no more than twenty at a push. His skin was a bright lime green with forest green freckles. His ears were pointed like those of an elf but pierced with black spacers. He had tiny tusk nubs sticking up from his bottom lip and a medium septum ring hung from his nose, the two ends tipped with balls. His hair was short on the sides and worked up on top, all of it in a deep, dark green that matched his eyebrows. He had a heavy industrial chain around his neck as a necklace and a black harness on that connected to his black leather jockstrap. To cap it all off, he looked at Ben with purple eyes.

"You taste good." The stranger commented.

"If you think my face tastes good, you haven't seen anything yet." Ben grinned. The orc boy grinned more, really showing off his tusk nubs. He reached up and grabbed Ben's head and pulled him into a kiss. Ben was surprised at the forwardness but soon melted into it. Their lips worked, but their groins worked more as leather pressed against leather and groin pressed to groin. Their embrace became a sort of dance as well as they felt each other's bodies, their lusts, their needs. Eventually Ben broke the kiss for a gasp of air and then shivered as he felt playful nibbles along his neck.

"Oh you are amazing." Ben moaned, "I don't even know your name."

"Everyone calls me Naz." The orc boy replied, "And what about you, big guy?" he asked, reaching down to grope Ben's groin directly. Ben shuddered. He had always been into the biggest guys, but this kid's dedication, his drive, and his commitment to his costume was really hot.

"Ben. It's a lame name, I know." Ben said. Naz looked up at him and shook his head.

"Nothing lame about you." He said before he leaned in closer, lowering his head, nuzzling into Ben's vest before he latched onto one of Ben's nipples, sucking and biting and tugging. Ben's jaw dropped and he moaned, spilling part of his drink on the floor before he hastily set the mug down onto a table. He stumbled back against a wall, grunting hard, wincing as it got a bit too rough before loving it all the more.

"Fuck... Naz, you are amazing... I want to give you what you need." Ben said. Naz looked up, his purple eyes hopeful.

"I hope you mean that." He said softly before he leaned in and started to bite at Ben's neck. Ben threw his head back and his eyes rolled into the back of his head as he grabbed onto Naz's bear shoulder and held on like he never wanted to let go.

****

Ben had his fair share of amazing times in the club. He'd done wild and crazy, even reckless things. He'd gone into it all head first with no thought to consequence, but in all the times he could think of, Ben never remembered any of it lasting very long. Naz had a way of stretching things out, making them last. His whole face and chest tingled. He'd never been kissed or bitten or nibbled so many times in his whole life. It was like Naz was trying to get a good taste of him from all over, and at one point the orc boy had even rooted up under his arm to nuzzle and lick his pit. Ben snarled and held his head there, trapping it for a few moments. Naz squirmed like he was in heaven until Ben had eventually let him go.

"Naz, you are... You are amazing. I don't want to risk anything by asking, but I have to known. Of all these amazing guys here, why me?" Ben asked. Naz hesitated, looking almost taken aback. He looked around for a moment with his purple eyes before he looked back.

"I came here to find brothers, comrades..." Naz admitted, "There are many strong warriors here... but I realized I wanted something more. A chieftain for myself." Naz said. Ben blushed a bit.

"And you think I'd be a good chieftain?" he asked, not quite believing it. Naz grinned.

"I know it! You're strong, virile. You have a passion in you, but you also... you also are open to what could exist." Naz said. Ben said nothing at first. The way Naz spoke was magical, so in character and yet striking at deeper truths. Ben wrestled a bit with the concepts before he looked into those rich violet eyes.

"I've played around a lot... Samples a lot. I've thought that was the sort of life I would lead, but the way we connect, that magnetism... I think... I think I'm falling in love with you." Ben said. Naz grinned a truly bright smile at that.

"Then will you be my chieftain?" he asked. Ben grinned at that and nodded.

"Yeah. Let's do it." Ben said. Naz sprang to his feet and offered Ben his hand. Ben accepted, though he was surprised by how strong Naz was when he was pulled to his feet. Ben barely had a chance to compose himself before Naz started pulling him through the club, waving between the patrons. Ben was surprised by just how many of the customers had gone to the orc station. Even Bruno was green now, his big burly beard streaking with white paint, his big muscle gut seeming even bigger.

Ben barely had a chance to process it all as he was pulled into the bathroom. He'd been there many times before. The black tiled floors and walls were easy to clean, and the smell wasn't too potent. Ben turned to ask Naz a question, but his jaw dropped a bit when he saw that Naz had already removed his jock strap to reveal a green bush, plump balls, and a cock that looked ten inches half hard. The length was speckled by a ladder of piercings up the underside, the small steel ball tips matching the one in his nose. Ben looked him over, drinking in his form.

"You really go all out." Ben whispered. Naz grinned a little more.

"You like it? I'll get more if you want." He offered. Ben grinned at that.

"Well, we'll see where things go. I have some catching up to do myself." Ben said. Naz shook his head.

"Don't worry about that, I'll take care of everything." He said before he surfed forward. Eager fingers worked at his pants and in moments got them opened. Ben was impressed. It usually took him a bit of work to get his leather pants to open, but in moments he felt a hot and eager hand sliding in. Naz leaned in and inhaled deeply, shuddering with glee. Ben had gone without underwear, a very risky move considering he was wearing leather pants in a hot and sultry club. The high risk had come with a high reward though and Naz loved Ben's scent. It was musky, spicy, all male.

Naz withdrew Ben's cock and admired it, stroking his hand up and down slowly, then firmer, then faster. Ben murmured, loving the feel. He'd come to this very bathroom for sex many times before, but he'd never had anyone fawn over him like Naz. This orc kid had a way of making him feel special, amazing, manly. Naz, meanwhile, was in his own world. He crouched down in front of Ben and sniffed the cock he was jerking off. He could smell the unique aroma, the sex, the urgency and the virility. Naz's purple eyes nearly glittered with need before he plunged the shaft between his lips and started to bob his head.

Ben groaned, grabbing onto Naz's dark green hair, guiding his head up and down his cock. Naz grunted, loving the rough handling. He fought against the hand a little just to feel the tug on his scalp until finally he obeyed. Naz let the cock slide between his tusks, across his tongue and bump the back of his throat. He sucked and slurped and salivated, though his purple eyes gazed up at Ben with a want, a need, and a clear expectation.

The human's eyes slowly rolled into the back of his head. He grunted and groaned, feeling hot and bothered. His heart was racing, pumping blood to every extremity. His arms looked red, his face was flushed, and slowly his cock started to get even harder. Ben could have sworn that he was already fully hard, but little by little his cock was pushing out longer, thicker, broader. There was such a strange feeling to having it glide between the tusk nubs Naz had, and they felt a lot firmer and more refined than any plastic prosthetics should have.

Naz reached up with one hand to start massaging Ben's balls. Naz felt the sack of flesh, the gonads inside, but it was far from fitting for the chieftain he knew Ben could be. Naz had traveled so far to find his orc brothers, he'd been careful in this strange land, but he could hold back no longer. It was time for the orcs to rise, it was time for them to take their rightful place. It was time for Ben to become the beast he was meant to be. Naz focused as much as he could and set to work.

With careful movements of his hand, his fingers began to grope and fondle Ben's balls, jostling them around like stress relieving orbs. As they clattered and bumped against one another, they started to swell and grow, filling out the sack more and more, taking up the empty space. The flesh grew tighter, tougher, thicker. It swelled as the balls inside grew and it dropped down lower, fuller, plumper. Naz grinned, watching the balls of his chieftain stretch to the size of kiwis, tangerines, plums, then oranges. The sack dangled and wobbled, hanging heavier and fuller.

As Ben's sack grew, the teased flesh began to darken. It took on a faint tan at first, then almost a brown color before It shifted to a soft, distinct green. The color was that of moss in a robust jungle, a shade somewhere between the extremes of Naz's lime green skin and forest green hair. Ben was so fixated on how good his cock felt that he didn't immediately understand that his balls had grown to over six times their original size, but there was an odd confidence infecting his system. Having that weight between his legs, that ample supply growing inside him, he felt more certain of himself and his purpose - and that Naz was right where he should be.

Ben grunted, holding onto Naz's head, using him as a sleeve around his cock. He guided the orc's head back and forth, feeling the swollen, bloated head of his cock bumping the back of Naz's throat. Ben gasped, panting hard, breathing through his mouth. He'd never been that deep in anyone before! He didn't know what to do, though he was amazed that Naz wasn't gagging in the slightest. If anything, Naz seemed to want more. The orc slid his ass back and angled his torso, shifted his head and then plunged down again.

There was no feeling that Ben had ever felt that came close to his cock suddenly sliding down the back of Naz's throat and down into his esophagus. Naz shifted his whole body, allowing his mouth and throat to line up and for Ben to fill all of it. Ben slammed against the wall behind him, his shoulder blades bracing. It took him a moment, but slowly he started to slide back and forth again, picking up speed, starting to grunt with each thrust. He snorted, blasting hot breaths through his nostrils, his lips curling as he growled with need.

Naz's throat was so hungry that it squeezed and massaged and even tugged on Ben's cock. When he tried to pull back, it held on, stretching Ben's cock. It pushed out longer and longer, adding on centimeters at a time, then inches. Ben couldn't even imagine how big he was. He felt like he was over a foot and a half long, but how could that be possible? All he could tell was that he was filling Naz's throat enough that it seemed to bulge a little like a frog. Ben grunted more, panting hard, really grinding into the maw that held his cock.

Ben's eyelids felt heavy. He was so in the moment, so caught up, feeling better than he had his entire life. He writhed and flexed, beads of sweat coating his forehead, his chest, soaking his pits. Even his nipples felt electric, growing hard and erect on his sweaty chest. Ben managed to force himself to look down at Naz, at this green pierced twink in leather gear working his ample cock. He saw the faint tinge of green on his balls and grinned, liking the idea that Naz's makeup was coming off on him... It must have meant he was doing a good job.

Naz reached up slowly with his free hand, summoning every ounce of magic he had left before he brought his hand down and placed it on Ben's stomach. Ben felt a jolt of energy surge through him from the contact, though he assumed it was just how good the sex was. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and he kept thrusting like a madman, not realizing how long Naz had gone without air.

Beneath the orc's hand, Ben's relatively flat, relatively smooth stomach began to ripple and change. Tiny wisps of black hair began to push out of the skin, but even the skin itself was changing. It grew tougher, stronger, and the peachy pink tone began to slide through the hues until it reached the same ardent green of his balls, spreading out in splotches and waves. Ben's stomach growled, then rumbled and then finally started to swell. It firmed up with muscle at first, but then it started to draw on every resource it had at its disposal, and then on the magic itself.

Ben's vest began to pry apart as a green, hairy, rounding stomach began to push outwards. Pound by pound, the skin stretched to accommodate the growing belly. It sloped out from his sternum, it came curving back just below his belly button. The stomach anchored to his ribs, getting a good hold so it could hold itself aloft as it grew bigger and wider and plumper. The green hairy belly pushed out from the contents of the vest like a watermelon. Naz rubbed the big belly, feeling how full it was, urging it to grow more and more and more. He pet the hair that covered it as it thickened, a black pelt pushing up from Ben's bush, surrounding his belly button, creeping upward in a line all the way to his sternum until it hit what little amount of chest hair was already there.

As the thick forest of monsterish hair hit his chest, the faint dusting he had exploded outward. Hundreds, even thousands of new black hairs began to sprout across his chest as the green tinge covering his belly spread up into his pecs. His nipples darkened from tan to brown to a dark green as they swelled, stretching from the size of dimes to quarters, then larger. His nips fattened and grew, pushing out, stinging and tingling. His pecs rounded and fattened, though they stayed up thanks to a generous amount of muscle forming beneath.

Ben grunted, finding it harder to think. Somewhere in his lust addled brain, eh could tell that something was off. He felt too heavy, too bulky, too big... He fought the haze of lust, the confusion, the dizziness and the extreme bliss. He fought everything that he wanted to surrender to, forcing his eyes open - one purple, one brown. He blinked and murmured and looked down - seeing fat, full pecs and a huge belly wobbling with his thrusts. He saw forests of hair and obscenely large balls. He saw green flesh, black hair, and more of his own body that he should have ever had.

"What the fuck is going on?" Ben asked, though his voice was deeper than he expected. It was more commanding, more powerful. Naz looked up, realizing that Ben was more powerful than he had ever expected. He would have to try another approach. Naz slowly pulled back, inch by inch... then several more inches. Ben's eyes grew wide as he watched over nineteen inches of cock slide out of Naz's throat like some sword extracted from a sheathe before finally the huge green head popped free of his lips.

Ben stood there, looking at a monolith of a cock over huge balls, all of it jutting out from beneath a robust belly and huge pecs. He was uncertain, he was turned on, he was confused, and he wanted more. He looked at Naz who, by comparison, seemed even smaller than before. Naz licked his lips, his face glistening with sweat and pre from his long session. Ben shook his head before he looked at the orc, realizing his makeup was not smudged, not messed up, not altered in the slightest.

"You... You... really are an orc?" Ben asked. Naz nodded softly.

"Once a year, the barrier between our worlds grows weak enough or some of us to cross over. Our lands are in a great need for orcs, so those that we recruit usually come join us, but sometimes... they remain here to recruit others. Their true selves only come out once a month, but when the leaves change and begin to fall, the month of the orc truly begins, and our power is at its height... It is then that we can spread to others, to bring them into our family.

"All the guys in the club?" Ben asked.

"I have never turned so many brothers at once, but they are so receptive here. They have such a bond to one another and themselves, they have such potential, they are already so strong." Naz said. Ben grinned and murmured.

"I know... I love them, all of them. They're so handsome. I love their bodies, their cocks... even their beards." Ben moaned, sighing wistfully. Naz grinned at that.

"I can give them all more of those things, more than they've ever had. But you're special, Ben, I want you to be their chieftain, MY chieftain." Naz whispered.

"I don't know what that means. This... this is all so different." Ben said. Naz stepped up closer, Ben's cock caught between them, sliding up Naz's chest all the way to his nipples as they got closer. Naz reached up, resting his hand on Ben's thick, lush sideburns. He started to gentle massage and as he did, the black hair began to spool out of Ben's cheek, giving Naz more and more to play with. Stubble began to creep across his face, stretching over his upper lip and across his chin, connecting his mutton chops together.

"Our chieftain has to be an orc that inspires the others with his strength, his brawn, his bravado and his libido. He has to keep the men happy, he has to inspire them to greater feats. He is like a father, a husband, a leader to us all. As we rise up and become better, so does he... The men would worship you. All those big, burly, hairy, bearded men you already love... would be your tribe, your people, your lovers." Naz whispered. Ben shuddered, panting hard, leaning into Naz's hand as he felt the stubble prickle his jaw, his throat, his cheeks. As more and more hair pushed out, a green tinge spread across his cheeks, creeping down his throat to connect with the green on his huge meaty pecs.

"I want to be your chieftain... I want all these men to be my tribe." Ben said with certainty. Naz grinned at that and nodded, pulling off his clothes until all he was left wearing was the thick metal chain around his neck. He turned and moved over to the counter in front of the mirrors and grabbed onto it before bending over, presenting his thick, juicy, plump ass cheeks. As he bent over, he revealed his quivering pucker, a bit stretched but certainly ready for more. Ben looked at it with a growing, irresistible lust. He took a step forward, then another, getting used to his increased girth.

Ben came up behind Naz and grabbed onto his hip with one hand, using the other to stroke - and get used to - his immense nineteen inch long cock. It was a bat, a python, a pillar of masculinity. It was his... and he was going to be the chieftain. Ben brought the head of his cock up between those thick, deep cheeks and pushed through, navigating his way to Naz's swollen pucker. There was just a bit of resistance before he began to push inside. Naz's dark fingernails scraped against the counter as he grabbed on, drooling a little.

The cock slipped in several inches with ease, but when Ben felt it start to tighten and resist, he pulled back just a bit before he thrust again. Naz moaned out, panting. Ben looked at the orc's face in the mirror, and his own changing face. He seemed so much bigger, so much stronger, and certainly more manly. That was all the prompting that Ben needed. He started to thrust forward and back, gliding one way and then the other. He built up speed, he fell into a pattern, and as he moved he started to feel more and more confident.

There was something about fucking while standing up that was so different than jacking off or even making love the old fashioned way. It somehow felt more real, more urgent, more animal. Ben's hips started to move like a blur as he rammed in twelve inches, fourteen inches, sixteen inches of cock. They disappeared into Naz only to emerge half moment later. It was almost hypnotic to Ben, seeing his deep green python disappear into those pert, plump line green ass cheeks. A grin crossed Ben's lips as he started to feel that lustful, dizzy, heady feeling spreading through him again.

The sound of his huge balls slapping Naz's legs echoed into the bathroom, accompanied by the lewd, wet slurping sound of a cock reaming the young orc's channel. Naz writhed, his back arching and relaxing. He shuddered and then grunted, reaching down with one hand to grab onto his own cock and work it hard, tugging and twisting and stroking it. With his bracing off, though, Ben's thrust slammed him into the counter. He moaned more, panting, his skin glistening with sweat as he grabbed back onto the counter with both hands, just hanging on for dear life.

Naz's purple eyes glanced up at the mirror and a slow smile crossed his lips, revealing his tusk nubs again. This was the perfect spot to be fucked by his future chieftain because he could watch the changes in the mirror, and they were only accelerating. The black stubble across Ben's upper lip and chin had thickened considerably, too thick to be stubble and coming in longer. The sideburns that Ben had been so proud of had spread forward across his cheeks almost all the way to the edge of his lips, reaching up to the top of his cheek bone and creeping down under the curve of his jaw... but they hadn't just gotten wider. The hair had grown out in thickets of bushy hair, taking on curves and curls, growing out five inches from his face, then seven, then eight. It stuck out like a crazed, wild mane, but it was only the start.

Hot breaths escaped Ben's lips, but the breathes had to travel farther as his lips thickened, growing rounder and fuller. They were a little numb at first, but even so Ben could feel something wasn't quite right. It was almost like something was moving inside his mouth. It was strange, and just as he started to move his tongue to investigate, he realized what it was. His lower lip started to push out forward, diverted out of the way as two of his lower teeth began to grow. His entire jaw started to throb as his teeth were pushed back, tightening together, making room as two front teeth began to swell wider, grow taller, to thicken. They softened at first, the calcium and bone and enamel all shifting to something more malleable before it began to push out of his jaw, growing taller and taller and taller.

Ben looked a little like he had been punched in the mouth at first with his swollen lower lip, but after a few moments there was the glint of white as two tiny tusk nubs began to poke up, looking like Naz's for a moment - but only a moment. The nubs crept up past his upper lip, broadening, widening, stretching the edges of his mouth. As his tusks kept growing, Ben felt that confidence, that certainty, that power take deeper hold of him as if it was rooting into his soul. His tusks rose centimeter by centimeter, widening still, drying out and hardening until they stood up just a little past the height of his nostrils.

"That's it, fuck me my chief!" Naz moaned out. Ben grunted and grabbed onto Naz's hips and bore down harder, thrusting like a beast. His dedication and eagerness forced his heart to beat even faster, delivering his changing, tainted blood through the rest of his body. While his belly, chest and cheeks had turned green well before, the pigment was being pushed to every extremity. The coloring spiraled down his arms, covering his biceps and triceps as they bulged. It swept over his wrists, his palms, even his fingers as soft brown hair grew out of each knuckle and in patches on the backs of his hands.

Ben's legs shifted to emerald tones as they thickened, the coloring sweeping over his knees, creeping down over legs that were starting to look as hairy as those of a satyr. Ben's feet audibly popped and cracked as his heels widened, his toes spread out, his arch flattened and his feet widened, pushing out to size twelve, fourteen, then sixteen. They were the feet of a king, of a man that would have no need of shoes unless he was to hide his true self from the world - and that was something Ben never wanted to do.

Grunts escaped his tusked lips as his ears burned and throbbed, the cartilage reshaping and growing, pushing up and out into curved elfin points that matched Naz's other than the piercings, though that was something Ben could fix in time. It was strange to hear his ears change because each minute difference was so audible, so loud. At first he thought fireworks were going off, but then he realized that more of the sounds were muffled, internal, and then he felt the aching in his back.

It started in Ben's lower spine at first. His muscles were sore, achy, tender. It felt as if he had done too much, but then the reason came; he hadn't yet done enough. His vertebrae began to swell, pushing out taller and wider. Tiny bumps and ridges pushed out along the skin of his back as the bones became tougher, rougher, more robust. As they stretched, there wasn't a lot of room to go until the muscles stretched with them. Ben's center of gravity began to change as his spine lengthened. His belly began to spread out a little as the anchor it was attached to grew larger, but then it bounced back in defiance, stacking on even more flesh as it ballooned outward once more.

Naz moaned out louder, feeling more power behind Ben's thrusts. He pushed back against that cock, feeling it fill him more than any human could endure. It filled his core, his being, his needs and his lusts. Naz howled out, throwing his head back and yowling like an animal as he felt that cock get so deep in him, but even with the immense pleasure he forced himself to open his eyes and watch his chieftain change and grow and become even more perfect.

Ben felt drunk with power, high with the change as he pushed past six foot six, reaching seven feet tall a few moments later. His spine kept throbbing as he pushed a few inches past that before the changes finally started to solidify and lock in. Ben couldn't tell how heavy he was, but it had to be somewhere in the neighborhood of four hundred pounds. He was muscle, he was fat, he was huge and he loved every bit of it. Ben fucked Naz for all he was worth, feeling all this power leading up towards a very specific moment.

The heat that had been growing beneath his skin was nearly at a boiling point. His already rock hard, iron stiff cock was pulsing. His huge orange sized balls were tugging up in his cock, getting ready, but he couldn't cum until the change, until he was complete. He kept going, slamming into Naz's ass, panting and grunting before he threw his head back and howled as well. As Ben embraced his new orc self, his face felt like a thousand fingers were fondling his beard, combing through the hair, tickling his skin and coaxing out what could grow there.

Thick, bushy black hair spilled out of his upper lip, curling down over the flesh, kept in check only by the two massive ivory tusks rising up from his lower lip. More hair spooled out of his chin and under his jaw, even his throat. Inches after inches grew out, connecting to his massive mutton chops, growing out, growing into the rest, filling out. The hair raced down past his adam's apple, covering the skin and filling the open air in front of it. It pushed out until he had a crest of a beard at least eight inches long in width and height, but that was far from enough.

Ben panted harder and harder as he felt the beard filling out. It had its own weight, an immense volume, almost its own kind of nerve endings like it was a living, breathing part of him. He watched in the mirror as he put on months, even years of growth in moments. His big black beard pushed down to his collarbone, sticking out almost as wide as his shoulders were. The beard kept going, slipping down his chest to his sternum, then his nipples. It lowered like a curtain, threatening to hide his fat, plump nipples if it weren't for the tapering curve of the edge, coming down to a point that lowered and lowered and lowered until the very tip brushed the gentle, rotund curve of his immense, powerful belly.

As the beard hit his belly, with not even a moment to process, Ben came - and he came more than he had his entire life. Not just more than at any one time, but more than he had cumulatively his entire life. His huge, long, massive cock erupted with a thick spray of potent orc seed that launched into Naz's ass. Naz gasped, his back arched and he started to cum as well, spraying his seed all over the pipes under the sink and the black tile that Ben had covered with spooge himself once or twice before.

Ben wriggled and shifted deeper, trying to get in Naz as much as he could, impaling the kid on his chieftain's shaft. Naz moaned and grunted, his fingers clawing at the counter, drool leaking from his lips before he moaned louder. The cum had worked up through him, taking the twists and turns of his intestines, pushing through barriers and obstacles until it had started to erupt into his stomach itself. With a different anatomy than humans, Naz could take the flow as his stomach tightened, rumbled, and then his flat, muscled stomach began to push out.

The massive orc chief grinned with a drunken delight as he watched Naz's perfectly muscled, fit, toned body shift with the growing weight of his seed. Naz's stomach stretched, looking even brighter lime in color as it rounded, bloating out and distending a few inches before at long last Ben's flow subsided. Ben was left panting hard, sweaty, looking at Naz... and then himself.

Ben had always had a thing for manly men. It had started before he knew he was gay. He'd always been drawn to the bad boys, the cool kids, to the men that set themselves apart. He followed kids around in middle school and high school that were able to grow facial hair, and then he had finally figured it out. He wanted to be like them, and he wanted to be with them... in every way. He had come to the club, and it seemed that he had finally gotten his wish 0 and then some. Ben looked at the mirror, unable to help but admire himself.

Seven and a half feet tall, four hundred and fifty pounds. Silver dollar sized nipples that were a good two inches long, a belly that could flatten a table, a cock as long and thick as a forearm, balls to rival the greatest beasts that walked the planet, and feet too big for any shoes. Ben's beard was huge. Even the slightest turn of his head brought the huge plume with him and the way it slid across his skin and tickled faintly made a few more drops of cum leak out of his cock. His pointed ears were prominent, his purple eyes vibrant, and his tusks... were the tusks of a true leader.

Ben took another gasp as he came a little more, giving every ounce he had. He was amazing to look at, though there was still room for improvement... Maybe he'd shave his head, draw even more attention to his massive beard. He'd have to pierce his pointed ears with gauges, get a nice thick nose ring... maybe nipple rings too! The possibilities were endless, but they were all thanks to Naz, to this horny orc twink that had brought his magic to another world. With some regret, Ben pulled back, extracting inch after inch of shaft.

Naz grunted and moaned until he heard the pop of Ben pulling out, then the splutter of orc cum spilling out of his ass, running down his hairy legs to the floor. Naz turned, not sure if Ben liked what he had become, uncertain on what to say. He opened his lips to speak, but Ben swept in and kissed him.

Tuss rubbed against tusk nubs, Ben's beard engulfed Naz's face and the two kissed for several minutes. Their lips smacked, their tongues tangled, and finally they parted - but no more than an inch or two. Naz's eyes were closed, his face in rapture. Ben grabbed onto his head and they came together, forehead to forehead, their noses squished together, their mouths mere centimeters apart. Naz didn't dare open his eyes, not wanting the moment to end.

"Do you like it?" he asked. A tightness built up in Ben's stomach, then his chest, moving up with more and more speed until he let out a chuckle.

"Like it? This is better than heaven. This is better than I imagined life could be. I am large and in charge, and it's all thanks to you. I always want you by my side." Ben said. Naz grinned, finally opening his eyes.

"I love you, my chieftain." Naz whispered.

"And I love you, you nasty Naz." Ben grinned, kissing Naz again with heat and fervor, grabbing onto him and pulling him closer until their vastly different sized bellies pressed together as well.

****

Fall had given way to winter, then the cold days had been chased back by a wet spring and then the city had baked under a long, hot, relentless summer. Days blurred into weeks until almost a year had passed since Ben's fateful day. In some ways it felt as if it had raced by and in others it was clear just how much time had passed. The neighborhood around the club had started to grow more lively, bustling with activity. Abandoned and run down store fronts were filled now by patrons from the clubs, and several of them now lived right in the neighborhood. The cobblestone pathways between the buildings were well traveled, and some care and attention had been paid to the outside of the old buildings, giving them faint hues of greens, blues and purples that stood out more than the dull and unkempt gray from before.

Several men moved to and fro, shipping in the tobacco den or visiting the leather works to browse their wares. There were fliers of an upcoming festival being held where the entire alley would be closed down to celebrate October. It seemed to be all anyone could talk about, at least until two more individuals moved onto the street. Naz moved in the lead, though he didn't look quite like his orc self. His hair was still a deep forest green, but he had a tanned, almost golden hued tone to his skin and his ears were rounded, though pierced. In the year since he had found Ben he'd put a bit more meat on his bones. His bare arms were bulked out with muscle and covered in tattoos. He even had a patch of green hair hanging down from the tip of his chin in a tuft. He looked content, but part of that was because he still had on his industrial chain, only now it connected to a chain leash that ran back and wrapped around the immense hand of the man Ben had become.

With each step Ben took, men took notice. Ben was, as a human, still six foot six. He had kept his head shaved bald and his massive black beard had started to take on a few streaks of gray here and there. A massive steel ring hung down from his septum, nearly thick enough to block off his nostrils and it matched the thick steel gauges on his ears. While Naz had bulked up with muscle, it seemed Ben had enjoyed other pursuits in life. His leather vest seemed like a formality because his huge, rotund, distended belly was always on display. His belly was the only thing offering any modicum of distraction to just how big the bulge in his pants was, his massive tool never fully reverting back to human.

Ben casually reached the steps leading up to the club. Naz rushed up but tugged on the leash, forcing Ben to give it a tug. Naz retreated back and nuzzled against Ben as he moved up the old, slanting steps. He knocked on the door with resounding power and eventually the door opened. Filling the doorway was Bruno, his head as bald as Ben's, his beard almost as big. The two clashed, black and red, but Bruno's eyes lit up. He rushed forward and brought his lips to Ben's. Ben murmured and leaned into the kiss. Their lips tightened, their tongues tangled, their beards meshed together and the big bouncer didn't seem so big as he pressed against his chieftain's belly.

The embrace lasted a few lewd moments, capped off with a few squeezes and gropes until Bruno stepped out of the way and allowed Ben to enter. Naz rushed up, staying close to his master. Ben stepped into the club and inhaled the musky air. He could smell the spice, the tang, the masculinity that saturated the place. It wasn't as if he had gone without the bar for a year... Each month, on the night of the full moon, he and Naz had come back as their humanity crumbled away and their orc selves broke free to let off a little steam, but now... now it was Orctober. The year had come to a close, and their change was going to last much longer. The club would become their base of operations, the festival would be their chance to carve a bigger niche in the world.

Ben strode over to the bar and leaned against it, looking over at the bartender. While Ben had gone the way of a smooth skull, Hank had grown his hair out over the last year, working it into thick dreads that matched the plait his beard had been braided into. Ben looked the bartender in the eye with a big grin, betraying the hint that his tusks were already starting to grow back in.

"A round of ZugZug Juice for everyone." Ben said. Hank gave a nod and a cheer came up from the other men that had gathered. There were young men, old men, and many that were middle aged - and every single one embodied manliness. They had taken the strength of their tribe into their everyday lives, they had fostered more manly relationships, they had encouraged the men they knew to act stronger and tougher, to face the challenges life had to offer, and they all did it for their tribe.

Ben moved over to a booth and sat down, taking a load off. Naz's chain rattled as he moved to slither in beside his chieftain and sit hip to hip. It was only a moment or two before Hank delivered two steins of alcohol and Ben tipped it back, drinking it down. Naz did the same, though he got some of the foam on his upper lip that he had to lick clean. Ben drank almost half of his in one go before he let out a sigh and looked over at Naz before sliding a beefy, hairy arm around the shoulders of his boy toy. Naz nuzzled into Ben's side affectionately.

"It's almost our anniversary." Ben said. Naz looked up into Ben's eyes, noticing that they were already purple. Little by little, Ben's skin was shifting from tan to green, his lower lip pushing forward as thick tusks began emerging. Naz felt his own humanity slipping away as his skin got brighter and brighter, shifting to almost an acid lime green. It felt so much more comfortable to be in his own skin.

"It's been an amazing year." Naz said. Ben nodded.

"I stopped worrying about college and found a real job... I found the most amazing man to spend my life with... I found the real me." Ben said in contemplation. Naz smiled at that and leaned up, slipping around to kiss Ben. As they embraced, the pretense of their humanity fell away. The booth groaned as Ben stretched over a foot taller, his shoulders broadening and his belly pushing out more. His beard grew out wider and longer, reaching across his huge belly. His tusks shot up parallel with his nose, and his meaty ass cheeks spread out on the seat. Naz was dwarfed by him in moments, and that was just the way he liked it.

"I'm going to make this Orctober even more special to you." Naz promised as they broke their kiss, their purple eyes gazing into one another's. Ben grinned, not sure what Naz had in mind, but he was ready for the surprise.

"I can't wait to see it. It'll be an Orctober we'll never forget." He purred.