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Chapter 8 -- Hugged

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

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

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

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

And one to remember it had been.

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

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

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

"I love you too." She smiled, giggling a little.

"I... yes... I love you too... you are my closest friend... but..."

"Don't worry, Rogie. If you want to take it slow, I don't mind."

"Jen..." He started, blushing and shaking. "I'm gay."

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

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

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

"Are you okay, Jen?" He asked.

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

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

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

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

"I... I'm sorry! I didn't know how you felt about me!"

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

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

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

"No! Please, NO! I... I can't! That's a secret! You can't do that to me!"

"That's where you're wrong. I totally CAN do it."

"Please, I beg you with all my heart! Don't do it! I, your best friend, beg you not to!"

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

"Still think about it sometimes?" Theo's voice pulled her out of her memories.

"About what?"

"The guy you outed."

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

"I do. I hated him so much back then."

"Do you still hate him even now?"

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

"If you could see talk to him again, would you?"

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

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

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

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

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

"That's fucking disgusting!" Theo shivered, throwing the soiled garments in a corner.

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

"I thought we made sure he didn't have any bullets!"

"It only means we can't trust Victor!"

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

"What's going on, Victor?!" Theodore exclaimed.

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

"Where's Sebastian?" The girl asked, trembling.

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

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

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

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

"And you say we're not trustworthy?!" She yelped.

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

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

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

"You're a fucking psycho!"

"That's what he said too!" Victor guffawed at the irony.

"Who? Seb?" Jennifer pointed out with a frown.

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

"You... you SHOT him, didn't you?!" She accused, on the verge of tears.

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

"Don't shoot him!" His girlfriend implored.

"He just killed Sebastian!"

"We don't know that yet!"

"He's been against us all night! He tried to KILL us!"

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

"You're one to talk!" Theodore ranted. "After what you did to Roger..."

"Theodore James! Drop that gun, NOW!"

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

"Fuckers! You're all fuckers!" He roasted as he tried freeing himself.

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

"You said we can't fucking leave, you dumb fat slut!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This was how it should have ended.

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

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

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

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

"Are you really that dumb, bro? You're gonna burn down too."

"If that prevents me from going to Hell, I'll do it!"

"Going to Hell?" The beast raised an eyebrow, amused. "Haven't you figured it out, yet?"

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

"You look like a toy in a dollhouse, bro!"

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah! Let's do it, bro!" The third voice cheered on, which Victor associated to Asher.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"NOOOOO!" He yelled hopelessly.

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

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

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

"I don't... I can't... I don't want to be gay..." He wailed without restraint.

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

"No! Lemme go... I can't anymore..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"It's alright, Vic. I'm here with you."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I'm... not... I..."

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

"I'm... please... no..."

"You are GAY." A raucous chorus reverberated.

"I'm... I'm..."

" GAY."

"I'm... gay..."

"Say it again."

"I'm... gay."

" AGAIN."

"I'm... gay!" Victor vociferated, a red aura clouding his vision, details showing through even in the dark. " I'M GAY!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Avenge the gays." The cumpig Victor chanted with glee. "Convert the homophobes -- until there are none."