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Chapter 5 -- Stung

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Hey there." Asher grinned, fangs dimly discernible.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Grrr... where... are... you... goooiiing?" The massive beast groaned during its ungodly orgasm.

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

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

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

"Here!" A voice echoed from upstairs.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Stop it! You're turning him into a monster!"

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

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

"You're a fuckin' FOOL!" Victor beamed at Sebastian, punching him square on the face.

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

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

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

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

"Why, Asher?" Dimitri blurted out. "Why?"

"It's payback, Dimi. We gotta pay for our deeds."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Dimi!" The red-haired giant cried.

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

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

"I'm doing this for your good, Ash! Just... stay there until I find a way to cure you back!"

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

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

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

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

"Theo! What are you doing out here?"

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

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

"What? What's happening? Where's the others?"

"Let's... let's just head back inside! We can't stay here!"

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

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

"I... I thought you went to look for him!"

"What? Oh no! I completely forgot about him!"

"What were you doing then? Where's Braxton?"

"I... I... Braxton is gone!"

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

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

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

"You guys check for him." Dimitri commanded. "I... I have to talk with my brother."

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

"Of course, guys. Take the time you need. We'll be right back. Come on, Theo!"

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

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

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

"I... I have something that I must confess to you, Lar."

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

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

"It's me, Seb!" A voice resounded to his ears.

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

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

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

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

"Where... where's Mathy, Theo?" Sebastian muttered, slowly freeing them from his embrace.

"Let's... move first, okay?" Theodore suggested, glancing away. "This doesn't look safe, here."

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

"Where are you going, Seb?" Jenny whispered.

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

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

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"Are you the imposter?" Larry asked, stoical.

"What? No, look, Lar. I just... I just wanted to apologize if I've ever been an asshole to you."

It was Larry's turn to appear surprised.

"What? Why are you saying that now, bro?"

"There's weird shit going on tonight and... and I just wanted you to know that I care and love you, little bro."

"You're so gay, Dimi."

"Stop it, Lar! I'm serious!" Dimitri snarked back, his expression tensed.

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

"I'm... I'm sorry, Lar."

"It's okay, Dimi. This isn't how we just thought the night would go."

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

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

"Wait for me. I'll be back." Dimitri told him, heading out for the door right across the corridor.

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

"Here, Lar. Can you walk with this?"

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

"In the drawing room. I want to show you something."

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

"Where are you going, guys?"

"Drawing room." Both said at the same time.

"That's the one between the study and the living room, right?" Theo asked with a frown.

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

"Sure. I believe we're better off together than split apart, no?" The sole girl declared.

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

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

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

"Shut it, Lar." The big brother chimed.

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

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

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

"Drink." Theo ordered, showing her a glass.

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

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

"What... happened?" Sebastian prepared himself, inclined to know the truth.

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

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

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

"I should have stayed with Asher." Larry added as well.

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

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

"How ironic..." Dimitri chuckled between sips, beginning to feel the effect of the strong alcohol. "Asher didn't deserve any of that."

"None of us deserved anything!" Seb exclaimed.

"Slow down, Dimi." Larry warned him, failing the count of glasses Dimitri had. "Don't knock your--..."

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

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

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

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

"Calm down, Sebastian..." Jenny tried soothing the inebriated lad, but to no avail.

"Look... I'm sorry. Do as if I didn't say anything." Larry stiffened into his seat.

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

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

"You know how much Asher loved to bash on his little bro, right, Lar? Little Ken was such a fucking annoying little gay freak! I couldn't stand him! He was always check us out!"

"Why... why are you telling me that?"

"Cause Asher was a frickin' SAINT, bro!" The cowboy exclaimed with dramatization. "If you'd been gay like Ken, I would have had your head chopped off long ago!"

"You're drunk, Dimi! Give me that!"

Larry reached for the whisky, yet his sibling grabbed it first. He didn't bother pouring himself one more glass. He chugged some from the tap. He pulled away rapidly, the burning of the Scotch making him cough and sputter some across the room. Jenny and Larry stood up both, but the host gestured to leave him a minute, looking otherwhere. He leaned over the couch, taking a few ragged breaths as the scorching of his throat lingered on. After a moment, Dimitri turned back at them, sweaty and hiccuping.

"But Asher loved his lil bro." He mumbled hoarsely, squirming into his seat. "He'd never admit it to anyone. Heck, he called his bro a fag or a queer when given the chance in public!"

Larry glared at his elder.

"But if ONE ever put a single finger on Ken, Asher would give the guy the beating of his life!" Dimitri added with a lousy smirk.

"The big brother complex." Jennifer deduced.

"Yeah." The cowboy nodded, looking at the lantern on the table, slowly calming down. "Asher just never thought Ken would try to take his own life for that. Talk about irony, huh? One thing led to another and the drugs his doc prescribed him made him fat and crazy."

"That's quite the tale... but didn't he try to make up for it?" Theo asked.

"The things got out of hand when Ash moved in college, man. He never got the chance to apologize to him. In person, at least." Dimitri explained, sorrowful. "I know I can be impulsive and shit, but I've never wanted to really hurt you, bro."

Dimitri took another swing of the alcohol, coughing.

"Or not too hard at least -- you can still be an annoying little shit, sometimes. I just... I don't want to make the same mistake Asher did and not tell you until it's too late. I just can't have that on my conscience."

It was Larry's turn to have vitreous eyes. The younger sibling sat speechless, looking down as he processed the declaration of his elder. Dimitri offered him the whisky bottle, which he gladly accepted. Larry took a few spaced chugs, disregarding the burning off his throat, before putting the now-empty glass on the table. The older brother went for a fraternal pat on his back, but Larry jerked away. Grabbing on the crutch, the wounded guy stood back up.

"Where are you going, Lar?" Dimitri called.

"I... need to be alone. Just let me be, please."

"We shouldn't separate!" Jenny exclaimed, but Larry was already leaving.

Soon, the drawing room was back to silence. The host threw his cowboy hat and leaned down, ashamed by venomousness of his words against his brother. If this night were about seeking redemption, he hoped this declaration would at least remove some of the karma he's accumulated over the years.

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~ Sunday, November 1st, 2020 -- 2:45 AM ~

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Larry glanced with a heartache at what their home had become -- a place screaming depravation in every room. The countless puddles of bodily fluids, the broken-down doors and furniture constantly reminded how bad the events had turned out since the blackout. He had just wanted to spend a quiet night, playing games with his online friends -- or so-called friends. He thought back to the way his brother and Sebastian had yelled at him. They weren't wrong. These people from the internet were just virtual presences, not anything as close or as real as any of his elder's buddies here tonight.

Moving into the hall, he acknowledged the dismantled handrail leading to the upper balcony. Large scratches disfigured the now cracked ceramic tiles, some even popped out from their sockets. Several pumpkins and broken furniture littered the ruined floor. Upon crossing the demolished foyer, Larry sniffled noticing the soggy wooden staircase, gashed with claw marks befitting a bear flock.

Making sure to not accidentally put the crutch in a puddle of slick semen, Larry unavoidably stepped into the now cool ooze with his bare feet. A scowl traversed his face. He walked away and scrubbed his limbs on the clean ground, shaking his head in annoyance. He crossed the dining room, not that much in a bad shape. Part of the floor was also covered in the reeking spunk, but the furniture was intact, except for a few chairs that had fallen down or been shoved out of the way.

Without thought, Larry went to put the seats around the long table. Once everything was into place, the gamer pulled one and sat by the supernatural fire. He couldn't help but plunge back into his elder's bashing, ironically followed by a lame-ass apology. Alcohol tended to bring the worst out of people, showing their true colours and emotions without a filter. It reminded him of how arrogant he could become when doing video games. Sure, he had blasted players online, calling them slurs and whatnot, but that was under the stress. Was it the root of homophobia in general -- the stress?

He thought back to Asher and his clinically depressed sibling. Larry had always depicted Asher as a bad big brother, much like his own, but Dimitri's declaration kept running through his mind. His elder was right -- it wasn't fair. Nothing tonight treated them fairly. Some were ashamed for their actions and would have wished for a way of redemption. The puerile behaviours from their past didn't denote them as thoroughly horrible individuals, yet their deeds also marked the victims for their lives. For the sake of the sufferers, this couldn't go unpunished, right?

Larry sobbed silently. He felt sorry for the guys he harassed online. The homophobic acts of his brother and best friend had conditioned him to unleash this unnecessary anger on the people he played with, growing to believe this was the right thing to do. He had been locked out of servers and forums for his bashing, but he persevered anyway. Why had his elder never told him about Asher's secret? About his own secret?

The gamer had assumed Dimitri hated him from the bottom of his heart. That was also part of why he had started to train at home -- he wanted to show his family he could take care of himself and be someone imbuing some respect. And then, covid arrived. He wasn't one to have many friends in the real world, so the pandemic clustering them inside only contributed negatively to his hermit lifestyle.

Working out and gaming -- that's what his existence revolved around. What good pumping out would even bring him in the end if he had no one to demonstrate his body to? Their mother was out of town most of the time, attending congresses and federal court. Their dad, as chief of police, toiled for several double shifts, mostly at night -- without taking into account when he joined his wife in some cases. That left him only the mean big brother to show off to, whom never really indicated pride or appreciation in him.

Larry sank into the chair, the venomous words of the guys making him feel only more of a loser, someone without a worth. He heard a gurgling sound. He glanced at the grandfather clock, nearing 3 AM. He was getting hungry. Moreover, sitting by the fire was making him hot. The lad stood up, failing to realize that his wounded foot didn't sting as bad anymore -- it more felt like a stretched muscle rather than a cut.

The kitchen was barely lit by the moonlight, but Larry could make his way to the fridge. Once more, he stepped into musk slime, groaning as he did. The bandage around his foot was getting damp once again with the fluids. As much as the stickiness disgusted him, he kept going to the refrigerator, the hunger taking the better of him.

Inside it, he discerned the pale pizza box from leftovers he's had with Dimitri before the party arrived. He brought the carton on the counter, not realizing he's put it atop yet another puddle of semen. The mournful teenager sat on a stool, starting to eat in the darkness, looking past the large windows that soothed him with some moonlight. He thought back to Asher's brother, how the guy coped with his own elder's mockeries. If Larry himself had been gay, he would have probably gone through severe depression as well.

The heat he felt by the fireplace had dropped, except to his right leg. The teenager blamed it on the tight bandage around his foot -- Jen could have at least made it looser. He wasn't a Bigfoot like his sibling, but size 12s were no small dawgs.

Done with a slice, the afflicted young man took himself another one. He had been meticulous with his nutrition since he's started working out, but tonight he didn't care anymore -- he was eating his emotions. He remembered, when they were children, how Dimitri kept nagging and playing pranks on him. Their dad would let them be, believing that would force him to build character against his elder. It did, yet Dimitri always retorted with a bigger and more embarrassing stunt. No matter how much he'd try to get back at Dimitri, Larry would never win.

That was how he started playing video games. Too busy fooling outside or showing off with Asher and the other neighbour kids, Dimitri had little interest for the virtual world. The only times Larry could ever feel like he was winning or being better at something was while gaming. Coupled with emotional overeating, the junior sibling had grown into a shy typical gamer -- until the day their dad built the home gym in their basement. Of course, at first, only Dimitri could employ it. He was the bigger and more important brother, after all. But every once in a while, when the wolf was gone, Larry would sneak into the gym and get used to the equipment. And when Dimitri would be on the machines, he's looked at videos on how to improve his workouts.

Larry shifted on the stool, his right foot somehow stuck around the footrest. The heat had not dissipated still. After pulling his limb upfront, he frowned upon noticing it didn't sit as comfortably as his left one on the lower bar. The teen swallowed the last bit of the second slice and then slipped the seat back. His foot was swollen, red from the too tight bandage wrapping it.

"Wha--... what the hell?!" He gasped.

The shocked lad yanked his crimson member onto his leg, trying to pry it out of the gauze. To his horror, not only did it look engorged, but the bulging had seemingly spread to his calve, reaching as high as mid-thigh. Finally, pulling the damp cloth away, the teenager alarmingly realized that the wound had scarred. A coating of hair akin to Hobbits' covered the now massive foot, the nails already turning dark and pointy.

"No... no, no, no! No! NO!" Larry cried in fear, the aching throbbing felt like a million ants crawled onto his skin.

The lad tried to stand up, but lost balance as soon as he jumped onto his feet. His legs were not the same length anymore. On all fours, Larry clambered on the ground, scowling as he dipped his arm into yet another puddle of cum.

"Dimitri!" He yelled for help. "Someone! Help!"

He couldn't give in. He wouldn't. And yet, he could feel his right leg becoming limp, a chore as he tried to get away from the kitchen. The knee of his oversized limb seemed to drag with every inch he made forward, almost at level with his left ankle. And just as he was about to make it into the dining room, a looming shadow blocked the light from the fireplace and prevented him from escaping. A monstrous demon akin to a werewolf with horns, rising far taller than the doorframe, stood before him.

"Cat got your tongue, Lar?" The creature grinned, its drooling penis dripping onto the petrified teen.

The beast grabbed its cock and pulled the thick foreskin that covered its glans, which dribbled more sticky pre-ejaculate. Larry tried moving away, but the weight of the mighty leg made the task all the more difficult. Pulsing veins throbbed like roots over his inflating limb, which was becoming hairier by the second. The thigh itself was growing to match his waist's circumference, corded with dense muscles that stretched his undergarments beyond what they were ever destined to contain. The bearlike mitts of the demon grabbed the hooded man at the pits.

"No! Get away from me! Dimi--...!"

Larry was silenced as the outrageously fat cock head was shoved into his mouth. The beast let out an inhuman bark, similar to a gnarly laugh. Not much of the appendage could fit into the teenager's jaw. Tears ran down his cheeks stubble, which began to thicken and spread already. Popping seems echoed from around his tree trunk-like thigh, about to surpass the size of his waist until his upper body started catching up with the growth.

The thoughts of the unfairness of his life flowed by his closed eyes. He's ever just wanted to prove himself as a capable individual and yet he was losing to these ungodly monsters. Was it because of his wound? Did the contact with the fluids somehow infected? Did... Jennifer somehow tricked him when she treated his injury?

His jaw snapped. He cried wordlessly, gagged with the gigantic penis. His face broadened and his chin protruded forth. It surrendered more of its humanity as it slowly but surely stretched forward, taking in more of the demonic shaft before the reddening eyes. More viscous spunk flowed down his mouth, giving Larry instinctive retch -- the taste was horrid. And yet, there was nothing more he could do. He was doomed. He had lost.

The black robes were suffocating him, becoming as tight as a corset around his expanding torso. Held up by the creature's paws, Larry used his own to tear his once ample clothes -- his hands were already growing claws. A barrel-sized chest surged out. A mat of brown bristles blossomed from its centre and spread across the pectoral slabs protruding like plate armour.

The burning heat travelling across his body eventually propagated down the unchanged leg, the thigh spasming and pumping with the veins standing out. Hair coated the ballooning muscles as the limb lengthened and gained bone density. The knee popped loudly as it tried fitting in between the massive upper leg and the undersized calve. The awkward instant was short-lived as the lower part apprehended its own expansion. Last but not least, the left ankle snapped sickly as well, the foot entering its phase of growth to catch up with its gargantuan twin.

Larry groaned as his spine underwent changes. His clawed feet already pressed against the kitchen island, but the stretching of his torso made the room too minimal for the incoming surge of height, making him almost a foot taller. The muscles spasmed and contorted. The monstrous footing of the beast broke the wood panels of the decorative counter, bursting through and messing things up in the lower cupboards.

Still held up by the brute, Larry's hands benefitted of their degree of freedom to wrap around the foot-long fuckstick between his legs. Each dual stroke of it made the modest-sized arms to bloat further, surpassing 20 inches in no time and swelling beyond.

Larry didn't care about losing anymore. The strength and the libido his new body possessed clouded his previous judgments and solely filled him with one desire -- to make every little one of them to pay. The demonic creature burst with a terrifying cry, one that anyone in the mansion would hear. An earthshaking orgasm hit them both. Larry struggled to get off the bazooka flooding his insides. His hard-earned abs were starting to bloat outward as sheer bulk added onto his frame. The teen managed to break out from the monster's grip and fall to the floor on his slightly distended middle.

The lying man coughed and sputtered some of the excess fluids, the taste still making him feel somewhat nauseous after the transformation. The beast kept pouring semen out, showering the newly changed lad with its hypermasculine essence. Larry's hips thrust the ground with choppy jerks, his own thirteen-incher flooding the destroyed kitchen tiles. Covered head to toe in spunk, the younger sibling maniacally burst in laughter. The guys had played him all along for years, but no matter what pitiful excuse or apology they would confer him now, he'd make sure that they would all pay -- especially his brother.

"Avenge the gays." Larry growled, using his furry arm to wipe the cum from his fearful fang-filled maw. "Convert the homophobes -- until there are none."