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The following is a work of fiction and is not suitable for readers under the age of 18 or 21 depending on their respective countries/states. Furthermore, for audiences who do not like scenes depicting M/M sexual interactions, muscle growth, cock growth, transformation into semen, gratuitous amounts of semen and anthropomorphic creatures, please do not read further.

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******

Clear nights were rare. Even rarer were nights when Liam could convince his three best friends to come with him to the outskirts of town and peer up at the stars with him. They hadn't done that since they were in middle school. The amateur astronomer had always been fascinated by the stars. Being away from all the light pollution and having a clear night was basically an orgasm to him. Sad but true. He hurried to unpack his telescope, jitters flooding through his body in anticipation of staring up at the celestial bodies that dotted the night sky above them.

Behind him, Brad was already munching at the snacks they had brought. His rotund buddy was the first guy he had befriended in high school and his current roommate in college. Catching Brad without a snack or piece of food in his mouth was a rarity in itself. Strangely, the tan-skinned Caucasian wasn't ashamed of his rounded features. Even in the cold autumn night, he wore nothing but a black singlet and a pair of shorts that showed off his excessively hairy chest and limbs.

"Uh... Brad?" Liam began.

"Ya?" answered the young man through a mouthful of Pringles.

"You've got a little something there," Liam answered, scratching the side of his cheek.

Brad reached for the thick beard that clung to his face in patches. It was their break from college and the group had decided to take a camping trip. Each of them had resolved to get something out of the trip. Brad had resolved to grow a beard. It was coming in terribly as patches like someone had dusted his face with brown grass but left some areas a little less seeded than the others.

Still, it was like a ragged net and he easily plucked a fragment of a Pringle from his bushy face, shrugged and tossed it into his mouth.

"That's gross," Adam grunted, striding past them both. The business student had a basketball in his big hands and was tossing it mildly from one hand to the other. His resolution for the trip? To survive three days without having internet. It wasn't so much as his resolution as it was that everyone else impressed it upon him. For him, technology was his life support. Though he was confident he'd make it through without tweeting once, Liam had a bet with his other two best friends that he wouldn't last two days.

"Coming through!"

The fourth member of their group - and ultimately the one who had turned the tide to going on a camping trip - was Clint. The tall, fit soldier had just returned home from a small stint in the army. He was on leave for a week and would be heading back afterwards. None of the others could really say 'no' to the guy who would only be there for a week. Where everyone had one vote in deciding the activity, Clint's one was worth fifty.

Clint dumped the cooler on the ground and wiped his brow, grinning broadly at them all. "Okay! So we're going to sit here and watch the stars, right? Who wants a cold one?"

Hands instantly went up into the air while Liam just rolled his eyes and returned to preparing his telescope. The other guys began chatting about their daily lives. Adam boasted how he was thinking about opening his own business consultant group with a bunch of other classmates while Brad was cruising along in his journalism course. Clint - despite his rather strong personality, remained quiet and just listened, smiling and nodding.

Liam was completely engrossed in his work, constantly peering through the telescope to make sure the calibrations were correct. He frowned a little when he brought the lens a little closer to the horizon. The night was clear and all their lighting equipment was safely inside their tents. They were far enough from the city that the horizon should not be blurred by light pollution.

However, as he slowly panned the telescope right and left, he found something... interesting...

"What the...?" he murmured, straightening.

"Something the matter?" Clint asked.

Liam angled his telescope to the limit of its upwards slant. He pulled away for a second, rubbed his eyes behind his glasses and then peered back through the lens. "Hey... can I get a sanity check here?"

"Sure," answered Adam. "You're insane." Regardless of the jibe, he good-naturedly pushed Liam aside and peered through. A whole minute passed where his lips slowly lost their smile and became a deep frown. "Huh... That's... interesting."

"Lemme see!" Brad exclaimed, pushing past the other two and pressing his eye against the viewer still while munching on some chips. "Hey cool! Is that a comet!? "

"Maybe," came Clint's wary voice. "But that is coming right for us!"

All eyes went directly to where Clint was pointing. The sky was suddenly alight with fire. Something big, bright and fiery hurtled straight towards them. A deep, rumbling roar quickly shook the earth. The ball of fire quickly grew from the size of a marble in the skies, illuminating their campsite. Within moments, it grew to the side of a basketball, the rumbling rising to a booming quake like the skies had split.

Liam instantly seized his telescope and shouted for everyone to run. His voice was drowned out by the roar and he could see Clint pulling Liam and Adam away. The noise became louder and louder almost like they were listening to the voice of God shouting in their ears. Liam scrambled past his tent and deep into the trees. The light around them grew so bright that he could clearly see Adam's crisp, clean casual wear, Brad's grease-stained shirt and shorts and the curves of Clint's developing muscles beneath his clothes.

His telescope suddenly jerked backwards and he spun. One of the tripod's legs was caught on a bush. He gave it a big yank but it would not budge. Blistering light came cascading towards his eyes. Like a deer caught in the headlights of a speeding eighteen wheeler, he stared at the brilliant light that emanated from their campsite.

He thought he screamed.

It felt like he was screaming.

But the noise was just too loud... He wasn't even sure if he was looking at the light anymore or if he had already died.

Suddenly, a massive figure barred his path to the light. Clint's massive arms wrapped around his chest, pushing him down to the ground. Liam felt the grass against his back, the leaves pressing up against his head and Clint's body over his. For a moment their eyes met.

Clint looked like he wanted to say something... and it looked like it was 'goodbye'...

Then...

BOOOOM!

*****

"Sir, it's down."

There was a moment of silence from the communicator sitting right next to the operator.

Then... "Did it hit its mark?"

"Yes sir."

"And the campers?"

"From all appearances, they are alive. I think."

Another pause.

"You think?"

*****

Shellshock was not something Brad was very used to. The worst he had ever encountered was when he had accidentally put on his headphones at maximum volume. It left a terrible, ringing sensation that persisted for a while. This was something entirely different. It felt like the world was twisting and turning constantly, the ringing in his ears was so loud that it felt like someone was using a dental drill right next to his eardrums. He was seeing triple at this stage.

He felt someone seize his shoulder and give him a light shake. Through the ringing, he heard a muffled voice. Brad blinked several times, trying to focus on the sound. He shook his head. The three images dancing before his eyes began to merge into one. He found himself staring straight into Adam's bright, green eyes.

"Hey!"

Brad started for a second, surprised at the sound of Adam's voice. Adam said some more things but his lips were just moving. For a second, he thought he had gone deaf but then, the ringing began to soften and Adam's voice came in more than just a series of muffled mumbling.

"Brad! Can you hear me? Are you alright?"

He nodded a few times. "Y - Yeah... I was just... shell shocked for a second there." As he focused less on the ringing, he became aware of dull, throbbing pain on his back. "Ouch..." he muttered. Slowly, he made to reach over his back to where the pain was.

When he felt the sharp piece of metal embedded there, he froze and his eyes widened.

"Um... Adam... can you... have a look at my back?"

"Huh?" Adam responded, slowly angling his head over Brad's shoulder. "Okay, sure. Just let me..." He paused, eyes widened. "Aw hell... Not to alarm you, man, but... your back looks like a warzone there..."

Strangely, Brad didn't feel panicked. He didn't know why. Whenever he got a small cut, he tended to hyperventilate. The sight of blood really scared the hell out of him. Sometimes he'd faint and other times, he'd grow nauseous and throw up. Maybe it was the fact that he didn't actually see any blood that made him surprisingly calm.

"Okay..." he said, wincing at the pain. "Let's... Let's get me to a hospital?"

Adam nodded a few times very slowly. "Okay. Let's find the others. Where are Liam and Clint?"

As if to answer their questions, they heard Liam's shout not too far away. The last either of them had seen of their two friends, Liam had stumbled or was caught on something. Clint double backed to get him. Then the explosion hit and everything went white. Brad was partially aware of being thrown to the ground by an immense force. Now that he had a good look around him, he was surprised that he had survived!

The trees around them were stripped of their branches and leaves. Some were even uprooted and bent away from the explosion. Small embers burned here and there. A look down at his clothes revealed that most of his clothing was charred. No longer wearable but still surprisingly intact. It was... a little odd.

Adam helped him to his feet. His friend hadn't survived unscathed either. Adam's arm looked like it had been torn to shreds. There was no blood but it looked badly burned. He could almost see the muscle beneath. Now he was feeling sick but he pushed aside the nausea and he hobbled alongside his friend towards Liam's voice. The closer the got, the more the devastation became evident. Entire trees looked like they had been vaporised save for the few stumps that remained. The ground had been covered in a whole layer of ash. How Liam or Clint had survived was a mystery.

Except that they didn't... or at least one of them didn't.

"Clint!" Liam cried.

Brad felt a knot form in his throat at the sight of Clint lying face down on the ground, not moving. Half his body had been charred beyond recognition. His sandy blonde hair had been fried off and his flesh was all black and flaky. There was a large, partially melted slab of metal that lay on his legs, crushing them. There was no blood. Liam, somehow only slightly harmed knelt beside him, weeping openly.

"What happened?" Adam shouted, scrambling towards Liam.

It didn't take a genius to figure it out. Clint had saved Liam by throwing himself over the smaller young man. He sacrificed himself... He died a hero.

Adam's face grew red in anger. "You stupid asshole!" he roared, seizing Liam by the collar of his shirt. "If you hadn't been fucking around with your fucking telescope, he would still be alive! He died saving you because you decided to grab your fucking toy!"

"Adam!" Brad shouted, staggering forward. The pain on his back redoubled and he stumbled.

Adam saw and snarled, throwing Liam back down. He headed straight towards Brad and helped him stand. "Come on. Let's get to the car and get you to a hospital."

"But... But Clint...?" Liam whimpered.

"Leave him! Brad's... he's hurt."

Brad appreciated that Adam didn't say he was 'bleeding'.

That would just make things much worse.

Not that things were good...

"Clint..." he murmured softly.

*****

It had been a long, agonising drive for Adam. He was filled with so much anger. Liam had sat in the passenger seat beside him as he drove Clint's big SUV back to town. It had taken all of his self-control not to deck the guy there and then or open the door and shove him out to hit the asphalt at their speed.

He knew it really wasn't Liam's fault. He just needed someone to blame. It was just very easy to blame him. This night was his idea after all and he was the one Clint had saved. But really, how was he to know a meteorite would come crashing down on their exact camping spot?

This night was a disaster. He was just glad he didn't have to see Clint's face. Part of him actually pitied Liam. Having to wake up after the explosion into the embrace of your dead friend who had sacrificed himself for you... It must have been traumatising.

When they arrived in town, he found the local hospital. It wasn't very big but it would be good enough to treat the burns he and Liam had suffered and the minor scratches that littered their bodies and Brad's shrapnel-covered back. In all honesty, he was surprised Brad remained conscious throughout the entire ride. Normally, the guy was really squeamish when it came to pain and blood. Unless videogames were involved. Maybe the death of one of their best friends kept him awake, away from the nightmares.

He parked the SUV and quickly scrambled to help Brad out of the back. His friend had lain on his belly to avoid making the pieces of metal dig deeper into his flesh. As he opened the door and the light of the hospital cast on Brad's wounds, he was relieved to see the extent of the damage wasn't so bad. In the poor lighting back at camp, it looked like he had huge chunks of metal embedded into his back just barely missing his spine. There only really appeared to be a few small pieces and the rest were just gashes from the explosion.

"Come on, buddy," he said, helping Brad out of the SUV. "Let's get you into the ER."

"Anything I can do to help?"

The faint, whimpering noise came from a dejected Liam. He seemed so desperate and it was only now that Adam registered he had been crying nonstop since they left the campsite. Seeing a grown man cry... He remembered when the four of them had a running bet that if any of them were every caught crying, that was five bucks in the 'tear jar'.

"Yeah," Adam replied, somehow managing a shaky smile. "Grab the door and put fifty bucks in the tear jar."

He got a strange look from Liam. "What...?"

"Shut off the waterworks and suck it up, princess," he answered, giving his friend a light punch. It helped relieve some of his anger. He was still mad. Not necessarily at Liam but just... mad. "Let's go."

Liam seemed encouraged by those words and took Brad's other arm and helped their friend into the hospital. The moment they entered the little reception area, the nurse on duty, a tall, ebony skinned man leapt to his feet, eyes wide.

"Holy -! What happened to you kids!?"

"Did you see that shooting star in the sky?" Adam muttered, carrying Brad over to the reception desk. Brad's eyes were growing heavy and he was drifting in and out of consciousness. "That. Our friend here needs help. He lost a lot of..." In the softest whisper, he said, "... blood."

The nurse nodded and scrambled for the phone. "We need a gurney at reception stat! We've got major injuries here! Doctors to the ER!"

There was suddenly a flurry of motion and Adam was grateful that it was a slow night. Dozens of orderlies, nurses and doctors came streaming out of the hospital. At first, most were just curious but upon seeing the three of them, they snapped to work like a well-oiled machine. Adam had two nurses pull him away from Brad as his friend was helped onto a gurney on his belly and wheeled away. Liam was seated down where a doctor examined his eyes for signs of a concussion.

"Look here please."

His eyes snapped towards the blinding light of a doctor examining his pupils for any signs of delirium. Another doctor was examining the wounds on his arms and back, wincing loudly. It took Adam a second to realise what they were wincing about. His eyes fell on his arms. Some electrical wiring had fallen on Adam during the explosion. Given that they were so blisteringly hot and how Adam had been knocked unconscious for a while, they had actually burned themselves into his flesh. He barely felt the pain. Hell, he could barely feel his fingers any more. He could move them but he couldn't really feel them.

That wasn't a good sign...

"You look like you've got a mild concussion..." the doctor said, pulling back. "And a hell of a lot of wounds. Plus about ten feet worth of wiring embedded into your flesh. Kid... this is not going to be pretty."

He didn't think it would be and nodded grimly.

"Is there anyone we can contact about your condition?"

His eyes went towards Liam who looked like he was a zombie being examined by countless doctors who were trying to discern the cure to the zombie menace that had suddenly arisen. He wasn't lashing out at them or anything but he just stared blankly forward, not really seeing anything.

"Sure. But can you call his dad? I think he needs more help than I do. I'll give you the number."

The doctors nodded and took down the numbers that he gave. He was helped onto a gurney and laid on his back, carefully being wheeled away for preparation. Liam saw him move and was halfway out of his seat when the doctors forced him back down. Adam could trace his friend's thoughts. Everyone was either forced to undergo surgery or was... well... dead. Despite that, Liam remained unharmed.

Where was the justice in that?

Adam did feel a little... hurt; like the universe had decided to target him and the others while sparing Liam for some reason. But he couldn't be mad. He gave Liam a faint thumbs up and shouted, "Hey! Anymore tears and it's a hundred!"

Then he was taken into a heavily sterilised room that smelled like someone had died in it and everyone had scrubbed the place clean with every detergent and chemical known to man. He was given a few scrubs to prepare him for surgery. He didn't relish the idea of the doctors tearing the burnt flesh from his body and peeling away the merged wires. It sent shivers down his spine just thinking about it.

He stripped off his clothing, trying desperately not to look at the criss-cross of wires that was meshed with his skin. Sometimes, it would hurt but he kept his mind focusing on the serene image of a beachside that was set on the walls. It had a strange, calming effect on him. After he pulled the scrubs onto his body, he sat back on the gurney and waited his turn.

He didn't have to wait long. A nurse came around and wheeled him towards the ER.

"What happened to Brad? The other guy that went into surgery?" he asked.

The nurse smiled at him. "He's still in there, honey," she responded softly. "Don't worry. It sounds like it's going well."

"Okay... Thanks."

The big double doors that existed in every ER swung open and suddenly, he was surrounded by all sorts of medical equipment and a handful of surgeons.

"You're going to be alright, son," said one of the doctors through a face mask.

"Thanks," Adam said, taking a deep breath. "Wouldn't be the first time I've undergone surgery."

"Oh yeah?" replied the doctor, attempting to sound mildly interested as he prepared the anaesthesia. He placed the mask over Adam's face and laid him back down. "When was the last time?"

"Wisdom teeth. Needed all of them out."

"Ouch. Well, don't worry. This will go just as smoothly as that." He sounded so confident. How often do you treat a guy for severe burns and having wires merged into your flesh anyway? "Now start counting back from ten."

Adam had to chuckled mildly at the classical request before surgery. "Ten... Nine... eight... seven... six..."

He was starting to feel sleepy, his voice sounding hollow in his ears.

"... five... four..."

His eyes drooped to a close.

"...three... two..."

Before he lost consciousness, he forced himself to think about Clint... and asked his friend one last favour.

Take care of Liam.

"One..."

*****

A concussion.

That was all Liam had gotten out of the whole ordeal.

A concussion.

Clint was dead. Brad's back was torn to shreds. And Adam looked like his right side was made out of machinery.

And he got a concussion.

The doctors put him on close monitoring but otherwise, left him with a magazine and a change of clothes. Liam sat in the receptionist area staring at the plain white shirt and plain pants for what seemed like an eternity. There was no strength left in his muscles; every ounce was being used to keep his heart from exploding in misery.

The guilt that wracked him was unbearable.

His eyes went towards the receptionist who was chatting to someone on the phone. He strained to hear... It sounded like he was talking to a... 'Director' or something. Probably the guy who ran the hospital. He knew he had health insurance and so did the others. But how exactly do you cover 'crashed alien spacecraft' as part of your insurance claim.

At least... the conspiracy theorist in him was running wild about crashed alien ships.

Except...

He reached into his pocket. Before he had pulled himself out from underneath Clint, he had picked up a small piece of metal that had a logo implanted on it. It was small and the logo was engraved into the side. It looked like the component to something much bigger. His eyes fell on the logo. In full, English letters, the word 'NexReach' was written. He couldn't make out the logo entirely but it was definitely human by design.

A crashed satellite?

One would think the government would keep an eye on that sort of thing.

He took a deep breath and pushed the souvenir back into his pocket. He got up with the clothes in his hands. Slowly, he gave the receptionist a nod. The man told him where the restrooms were. They were in the opposite direction to the ER so he couldn't steal a glance at his friends undergoing major surgery. One glimpse at them would have settled his heart but as it stood, it felt like his very stomach was going to explode if he didn't get some hope in him.

Once he got into the restrooms, he found a toilet stall and shut the door. He lowered the seat of the toilet and sat down, staring blankly at the walls around him. In the silence, he couldn't even muster the strength to cry. He felt drained. Still, the tears found their way out and suddenly his cheeks were drenched once more in the manifestation of his sorrow.

"Clint..." he whimpered. "Fuck... I'm sorry man... I'm so sorry..."

A knock suddenly came to the stall door and he jerked upwards.

"Liam? Is that you man?"

Great... Now he was going crazy.

"Go away!" he shouted. "Just go away!"

"What? Dude, I just saved your life! This is how you're going to treat me!?"

"You're dead!"

There was a pause.

Suddenly, the shadow on the other side of the door shifted. He saw a pair of hands just on the edge of the little opening underneath the door. Liam instinctively curled up away from the broad hands. Clint poked his head under. For a moment, Liam expected to see the dead, burnt features that he had awoken to... but Clint looked... fine.

"Dude, I have no idea what you've been smoking," he said. "But seriously, can you get out here?"

"Wh - Why...?"

"The nurse said that they finished surgery on Brad and Adam. You want to be there when they wake up?"

Liam shook his head. "How long have I been in here?"

"I dunno. I just arrived. The ambulance brought me here after you assholes stole my car!" Strangely, despite the accusation, Clint was grinning. "Now come on! This is really uncomfortable."

Was it possible that he had hallucinated the whole thing? He did have a concussion after all.

Slowly, Liam uncurled himself and staggered over to the door. When he pulled the stall door open, he expected to see a horrifying, burned version of Clint on the other side, screaming at him and accusing him of killing him. Yet... Clint just stood there, grinning as brightly as he always did.

"Shit man... you look like hell."

Clint was dressed in the same plain, white clothing that the hospital had provided Liam. Was it possible the hospital had indeed sent rescue workers to the location of the crash and recovered a conscious Clint? But... he had been charred beyond recognition and had a huge metal slab over his legs!

"Do you remember... anything?" Liam asked softly.

Clint shrugged. "Not really... I blacked out after the explosion and next thing I knew, I was in an ambulance being told that you guys left me for some reason and Brad and Adam were in surgery. They gave me these clothes." He eyes Liam. "Speaking of which... You should get dressed too, bud. You don't want to be looking like hell when Adam and Brad wake up, do you?"

Liam blushed and turned away. "Okay. I'll just..."

"Dude. What are you? Twelve? We're grown men here."

"It is so gay that you want to watch me change," Liam replied with a faint chuckle.

Clint sighed, running a hand over his face. "I'll be honest with you, Liam. The nurse put you on suicide watch. When he said that you'd been in there for hours, he sent me straight in. He would have gone himself but apparently, he's dealing with our insurance companies."

He had been in the toilet for hours? His depression was pretty deep after all.

"What? Think I'll drown myself in the toilet or something?" he asked.

"If you locked yourself in, it'd be hard to break in," Clint answered grimly. "The number of people who have died in toilets is staggering."

"Oh yeah? Like who?"

"Elvis."

Liam rolled his eyes, finding a degree of relief wash through his system. Finally agreeing to Clint's concerned request, he began to strip off his charred clothes. It felt like peeling off a particularly meddlesome piece of clothing. Most of it actually fell off as dark flakes, fragments that had been burned by the explosion but had surprisingly left his flesh untouched.

His neck prickled at the thought of Clint staring at him as he stripped. "Hey... did you hear anything about what is it that crashed?"

"Some sort of satellite for a company, I heard," Clint answered with a shrug. "Apparently, it hit something in space and was sent crashing down. Happened too fast for them to send out a proper warning. Government and military folks are already all over the place, trying to quarantine the area and recover the satellite."

"They'll probably be all over this place once they get the stuff out of Adam and Brad."

"Yeah..."

Liam wasn't sure why Clint had hesitated but as he removed his pants, he became aware of his friend's close proximity. Before he could say anything, he felt a large piece of hot flesh press up against the crack of his ass and large hands wrap around his thighs. He straightened, feeling Clint's strong chest muscles against his bare back.

"Clint... What're you doing...?"

"I..." Clint's breath brushed up against his neck, making him instinctively arch his neck in the opposite direction as his friend's lips hovered over his bare flesh. "I don't know... Just... Fuck..."

The touch of Clint's flesh against his body made the blood rush into his groin. Clint's hands expertly hovered over his crotch, fingers delicately dancing over his erection. The moment those fingers touched his barely concealed manhood, both of them went rigid like a bolt of electricity had shot throughout their system.

Clint immediately pulled away, making Liam turn away.

"I'm... I'm sorry man," Clint gasped. "I... I don't know what came over me... Um..." He shook his head. "I'll wait outside."

Liam blinked as his burly friend made a hasty escape. It surprised him that he was crying again. He touched his cheeks, wondering why the fluid seemed a little... sticky. He glanced down at his erect member, amazed at how wet his underwear had gotten just from his leaky cock.

And he also wondered...

"What was that...?"

*****

"Sir, the FBI and CDC are scrambling to the hospital as we speak. What are your orders?"

There was a pause.

"How far away are they?"

"An hour, by our estimates."

"I see. Delay them as much as possible. Misdirect their GPS feeds. Pop their tires. Incite a riot in the streets. Do anything to keep them from the hospital for at least five hours. Make sure they do not die, however. I still have use for them."

"Of course, sir." The operator reached for the phone and was quick to dial a number. When the recipient picked up, he said, "The Director wants them delayed. Do whatever it takes but make sure to use non-lethal force."

*****

Brad woke with a soft groan.

It felt like tiny bugs were crawling all over his back. There was a pleasant, tingling sensation there. He was forced to lie on his belly and at the angle his head was positioned, he was surprised to find Adam sitting not too far away, his right arm in a sling.

"Adam...?" he croaked.

His friend looked up in surprise. "You're awake!"

"Yeah..." He groaned softly, trying to rise from but found his arms far too weak. "How long was I out...?"

"Not sure. I was out too."

"What happened?"

"Got electrical wiring jammed into my arm. Had to go into surgery to get it fished out and all the metal taken out. Pretty much like you." They shared a wry smile. "How're you feeling?"

Brad groaned softly. "Dizzy... and strangely light... I think I'm doped up on morphine."

Adam laughed heartily. "I wouldn't blame you. You lost a lot of blood." His friend went rigid. "Oops, uh..."

Strangely, Brad found himself unfazed by the thought of having lost a lot of blood. "It's okay... How's Liam?"

The universe had a funny sense of timing because at that moment, the door to their ward sprang open. Liam strode in with the one person that they least expected to see.

"Clint!?" Adam exclaimed.

Brad found the strength returning to his body, finding himself rising immediately from his bed. For a second, a wave of nausea hit him, forcing him to shake his head. As he did so, he stared down at his chest. It looked like he had lost a lot of weight... Hell, were those... pecs?

"Hey guys!"

Clint's voice brought him back to the issue at hand... their apparently dead friend come back to life.

"So I'm really not the only one who can see him," Liam said.

Their military friend rolled his head. "Don't tell me you guys think I'm meant to be dead too."

Adam and Brad exchanged glances. Adam's arms were looking a little bigger than before. Brad couldn't help but appraise each of them. His eyes went straight to Adam's crotch and the rather large bulge there. He immediately turned away, regarding the enormous Clint who looked even bigger than before. Finally, he looked at Liam who was tearing up in joy.

"Dude, five bucks," he laughed.

"What?" Liam replied, reaching for his eyes. "Shit..." He turned away, trying desperately to wipe away his tears to the laughter of everyone in the group.

"I'm glad to see you two are both going to be okay," Clint said, beaming brightly. "I'll even forgive you for ditching me and taking my car."

Adam let out a soft laugh. "Yeah... Sorry. You really looked dead."

"Well I wasn't. They breed 'em nice and strong where I come from!"

"We were born in the same town!"

"Right. That's why you two both look real good after undergoing major surgery!"

Again, they shared a hearty laugh, just like old friends. What tension existed amongst them eased and it looked like the anger Adam had held quickly eased away. Even though Liam was crying openly, he was laughing as well. No one brought him up on the cost of those tears because even Brad was feeling like crying in relief.

A nurse came and knocked on the door.

"Sorry boys," she said. "They need their rest. You're both welcome to some other beds we have, but these two don't need any distractions." She came in and began drawing the curtains close around Brad. Just one look at Adam and the business student slinked off to his own bed on the opposite end of the ward like a whipped dog.

Liam and Clint said their goodbyes and left, promising to visit in the morning.

Brad lay on his stomach and let out a long sigh. The relief that washed over him was indescribable. Just the knowledge that he didn't have to bear Clint's death was enough to wash away the disaster that was this entire evening. He had to admit he had been incredibly worried what would become of them when they returned to civilisation.

Would they break apart and put the issue behind them, only to gather every year to commemorate Clint's death?

Would Adam bury himself into his business, trying to be 'twice as successful' for both him and Clint?

Would Liam be wracked with guilt and drown himself in alcohol?

And would he, Brad, be so desperate to escape the cruel reality of loss by immersing himself in the fantasy world of video games?

He didn't want to think about it. He shuffled uncomfortably on his belly, trying to push the thoughts away. More than anything, he wanted to go to sleep but his mind just kept flashing back to the idea of what could have been. There was no escaping the 'what-if' scenario that kept plaguing him. The tension and fear that bubbled up inside of him made every part of his body itch to move. He hated just lying there, prone and unable to do anything. If he had been more fit, he could have done something... but as it turns out, his pudgy, flabby form only ended up absorbing the most shrapnel.

With a growl of frustration, he rolled onto his back, wincing in pain as his weight fell onto his wounds. After a second or two of sharp pain, the agony dimmed to a dull throbbing and he was relieved somewhat.

"Hey Brad, you okay?" Adam asked.

He had forgotten Adam was in the same room with only a couple of metres and thin curtains separating them. "Yeah... Uh... Hey, can you grab me some water?"

"Sure."

He heard Adam get up and leave. It felt like an eternity before the door shut. In that moment, Brad found his hand gravitating towards his groin. There was one sure-fire way to help him forget what could have been and he was going to take it. He reached into the pants of his scrubs and shuddered a little. His cock was instantly erect and pressing up against the fabric of the pants. Grimacing, he pulled down the pants a little so that his member could be exposed to the air.

All the tension in his shoulders and chest just seemed to ease with that simple motion. His hand slowly began stroking his seven inch prick, thick wads of precum already dribbling out of the uncut head. Every drop of his pre seemed to melt his body into a predictable rhythm that pushed away all the 'what-ifs' that were floating around in his head. The drunken Liam faded away in sensation of his hardening cock. A dead Clint was burned away in the rising head of his body and Adam's all-business, stressed visage oozed out with the thick, droplets of precum that was starting to soak his shirt.

He remembered Adam was just a few moments away and he hurried in his release. His mind temporarily switched to Adam's form, that tight, athletic body brimming with lean muscle from all his time working out and playing basketball despite his studies. He was certainly very handsome. Brad found himself licking his lips at the thought of his friend.

The throes of lust overtook him and he never noticed the silhouette of the figure stepping up to the curtain and quietly pushing it aside.

"Whoa man!"

He froze, his grip tightening around his cock.

Adam stood there, wide-eyed with his arm still in that sling and cast while he held a glass of water in the other hand. His green eyes were wide as saucers... but his pants were also tented.

"Uh..." began Brad.

Adam set down the glass on the floor. "Um... Need some help there?"

For a second, Brad had to process those words. It looked like Adam was reeling from them as well. They locked gazes, their puzzled expressions mirrored in each other's eyes.

"Sure..." Brad ventured.

Adam took a moment and for a second, a frown crossed his features. Then, his tongue ran over his lips.

"Okay... Shove over..."

*****

"Man! There's never anything good on," Clint complained, switching off the mounted television and tossing the remote aside.

Liam chuckled. "It's the middle of the night. Of course nothing is on."

"Yeah, I suppose you're right." Clint crossed his thick, muscular arms behind his head. A loud ripping noise cut through the small ward where he and Liam were staying. The sleeves of his scrubs had torn off due to the bulk of his biceps. "Shit..."

He got up and shook his head. "I'm going to go grab some new scrubs from the nurse. Maybe get something my size."

"Nothing is your size," Liam teased, finding himself in much better spirits. He and Clint had always been very close. Their friendship had been the glue that brought the group together. They were friends first - neighbours in fact - and then Clint made friends with Adam while Liam met Brad online during some videogame. Naturally, all four of them came together but Liam had always found himself closer to Clint than anyone else.

He had watched his best friend grow up from the scrawny kid he had been into the big, buff military man he was now. It was an amazing transformation. For a second, he recalled that terrible feeling of looking into Clint's eyes as that satellite came crashing down, that final embrace and farewell stare. It made him want to hold Clint and never let go.

Liam reigned himself but that sensation came back again when Clint left to get more clothes. He lay back on his bed and closed his eyes. That moment when he was partially naked and Clint had embraced him, nuzzled his neck... it... It was something else. It made his heart race and his stomach churn. Above all else, his groin burned with something he had always thought only deserved to be directed at women.

"Am I gay...?" he murmured softly, regarding his palm.

As an experiment, he thought towards the other men he knew in his life. His heart stilled and there was even a bit of disgust that roiled in his chest.

No. Definitely not gay.

Just... gay for Clint?

His cheeks were burning and when he touched them, he found a wetness there.

"For the love of..." he grumbled, wiping away his tear again. "I just cannot stop crying!"

He angrily got out of his bed and stormed out of the ward with every intention of finding a bathroom mirror and shouting encouraging remarks at his reflection to stop the waterworks. Everything was fine now. Clint was alive. Adam and Brad were safe. There would just be a hell of a lot of explaining to their parents but everything would be fine.

So why was he still crying!?

He burst into the bathroom.

And froze.

"Aw shit..." Clint muttered, his hand closed around his cock, his pants wrapped around his ankles while his cut, muscular torso remained bare with his new set of clothes sitting on the sink next to him. "Hey man, I know that this is weird but -"

Liam had no idea what came over him. Actually, he had a good idea what came over him. It was lust and it was something that had been growing inside of him for the past decade and a half.

He threw himself at Clint, wrapping his lips around his best friend's while his own raging hard on pressed through his scrubs and rubbed against Clint's dripping cock. There was a soft crack and Liam broke the passionate, loving kiss to find the source to be Clint's right hand. It was gripping the bathroom sink except it had torn off a rather sizable chunk.

"Whoa..."

"Heh," Clint murmured. "Guess I'm stronger than I look..."

Liam ran his hands against Clint's glistening, hard abs and over his massive pecs. "I say you're exactly as strong as you look."

Clint smiled sheepishly at him. "Yeah... So... You're...?"

"Just for you," Liam answered, wrapping hand around Clint's neck and pushing their lips together into another, passionate kiss.

His friend broke the kiss for one second just to say, "Too bad... Because I am."

Liam pulled away, staring at his friend in surprise. "What... really?"

Clint blushed and had this innocent look in his eyes as he said, "Well, hard to be in the military around all those big, buff guys and not be, you know? Besides..." He ducked his head slightly, peering up at Liam bashfully. "I've always sort of had the hots for you..."

"You... have...?" Liam asked, utterly surprised. He couldn't believe how a total chick-magnet like Clint could have 'the hots' for a scrawny, nerdy guy like him. Didn't big guys always go for other big guys?

"You've always been there for me," Clint responded, wrapping his arms tenderly around Liam's waist. "Every step of the way. When my parents threw that fit over me joining the military, you backed me up. Hell, remember that last time I came home and we decided to go and do that paintball day completely naked?"

He laughed at the memory. They were black and blue all over and not just from the paintball. "Yeah. Good times."

"Fuck dude, I was trying really hard not to pop a boner with all those naked guys around. I think that's really what got me thinking, you know." He leaned in, gently nuzzling Liam's neck. "I like guys... and I like you most of all."

Liam's heart began racing. He had always felt close to Clint and the moment his best friend had supposedly sacrificed himself to save him, Liam realised just how much he treasured Clint. He didn't want to lose him again and every part of him just wanted to keep Clint close and never let go. He wrapped his lips around Clint's, feeling the hot tears rolling down his cheeks and their hot saliva mingling between them.

A long moan escaped him as he broke the kiss. "Not a word about the tears," me mumbled, pressing his lips against Clint's left nipple. The firm muscle of his chest pressed back up against his lips, sending ripples of lust all throughout his body. His tongue generously lapped up at the thick, fleshy nub of Clint's nipple, feeling his friend's cock throbbing for attention. Liam eagerly seized that seven inch tool, enjoying the touch of his friend's manhood in his palm and the sensation of thick wads of precum dripping all over his fingers.

"Aww fuck..." Clint moaned, leaning back with his whole body shuddering. Every inch of him felt so incredibly hot to the touch. Sweat was rolling off every muscle, accentuating every curve, every valley and every mound in the dim light of the restroom. Liam eagerly lapped at the drops of sweat, gently tracing tracks across Clint's massive pecs and then down to his hard-cut abdominals that were just so perfect. He enjoyed the taste of his friend's sweat and manly body. He drew circles with his tongue over Clint's navel, making the bigger man squirm.

Liam smirked as pure instinct took over and he began nuzzling Clint's hairy crotch, shivering at the manly musk emanating from it. His cheek brushed against that massive tool. There was a second where he wasn't sure what to do with it and he was caught in fascination over just staring at the member, the thick, throbbing member that had his own groin burning with lust. Slowly, he wrapped his lips around the edge of Clint's cock.

"Oooh yeah... Just like that."

Clint was gentle. He pushed his cock gently down Liam's throat, his thrusts slow and deliberate, careful but without losing any momentum. Liam found himself at his knees, longing for more and more of that cock in his mouth. Every time that cock brushed up against the roof of his mouth, a dribble of precum would shoot down his throat and he would sucked it all up too eagerly.

Liam shuffled out of his own pants, his impressive eleven inch tool free for all to see.

"Aw yeah," Clint chuckled. "That's one of the reasons I so fuckin' love you, man. You've got one hell of a dick."

Liam smirked, trying not to grin too broadly lest he accidentally brush his teeth against Clint's flesh. He began slowly bobbing his head in tandem with Clint's thrusting motions. At the same time, his hand went towards his crotch, pumping his own tool which was dripping freely with so much precum that it was starting to pool on the ground.

Both men let out their sounds of lust, a symphony of two friends coming together after a traumatic experience and unlocking deep feelings they both harboured. Liam felt the tears rolling down his cheeks but they were true tears of joy. His entire body shuddered as he threw himself into the coupling, sucking hard on Clint's throbbing cock, each motion coming easier than the last.

Unbeknownst to either man, strange changes were creeping up throughout their bodies.

For Liam, an unnatural amount of precum was spewing from his huge member. It was coming out in a constant stream, dripping all over the restroom floor. It had pooled out all around him, forming a thick, clear puddle that seeped into their scrubs and just kept coming and coming. The pressure in his cock continued to build and build. His pumping grew frantic as he came closer and closer to the edge. When he realised he was coming too close, he tried to reel back but the pressure burst out without his control.

Every inch of his body shuddered as thick wads of cum came shooting out of the edge of his cock and splattered across the floor, making loud, splashing noises as it soaked the sides of Clint's thick calves. The ecstasy of the release almost knocked him out then and there but then he became aware of another immense, building pleasure that was throbbing from his cock.

He realised he wanted to go again.

Too lost in the lust, he just kept pumping, his cock eagerly responding by dripping more and more precum along the ground.

With Clint, the young soldier had arched his back and his head was turned to the ceiling in lust. Every muscle in his body was afire with the swelling emotions that came from his chest and the contact he had with his best friend. It was his dream come true and every inch of him knew it, relished every moment. Every breath he took cooled his muscles slightly but then the heat would just keep rippling outwards from where Liam was eagerly giving him head.

A deep growl came rippling from his throat, a feral snarl that was very unlike him. However, he was too consumed by the moment to give it any thought. The thick, brownish-blonde hair that grew out of his crotch began to creep upwards and outwards from his groin. It grew thicker and lost its curly twists to become flatter, almost like fur. The blonde colouring became more creamy in colour. Like grass spreading wildly across valleys and mountains, the hair spread upwards, covering his abdominals and creeping up towards his pecs like a treasure trail. However, the fur began to spread sidewards as well, hastily wrapping all over his flanks where they quickly turned back to their natural blonde.

As if noting that they had been covered by a thick layer of fur that hid them from view, his muscles seized up and pushed outwards, growing bigger and refusing to be masked by the thick fur. For Clint, it was utter ecstasy, a blast of release like pressure was being relieved in his muscles. His moans began trailing off in long notes, mingling with whimpers and whines. The fur crawled all over his chest, his chest expanding in tandem with his heavy, pumping heart that raced to push the change eagerly all over his body. Thick veins that had already covered his arms spearheaded the transformation, pushing past his pink flesh and staking their claim as the fur spread eagerly over them. Even with the fur there, the veins were clearly visible.

The change wrapped around his palms and he found himself panting. Some semblance of sanity came back to him and he lifted his left hand to his face. Some intelligent part of him knew that all the fur over his much bigger arm and the thick, black pads appearing on his palms was not natural. But as he felt the thick black claws sprouting from the tips of his fingers, the sensation of release and pleasure was just too much; he was lost in it.

A deep growl came from his throat as his legs shuddered. The change rippled down his thick thighs, covering them in the fur and ballooning them into such enormous sizes that they were almost as wide as Liam! He lost his footing for a second as his feet were changed and they slipped on the thick large amounts of precum that covered the floor. His right hand lashed out to catch himself and it slammed into the mirror behind him. There was a moment of pain and a gasp escaped him. Blood pooled down his paws. Part of the mirror's glass was embedded into the back of his palm. He growled and yanked it out.

To his fascination, he watched the wound almost completely heal up. Though the blood remained marring his golden fur, the wound was completely gone. He watched as his flesh just seemed to push out the remaining glass shards and leave his paw completely unharmed.

"Lia - arm!" The change came shooting through his face and he was forced to clutch his face with both his enormous paws. His jaw began jutting forward followed closely by his nose. The sane part of him came rushing back with panic as he felt his skull change and warp, becoming longer and bigger than any human's should be.

"Liam...!" he mumbled in panic, his tongue becoming longer, flatter and thicker. It flicked around in his long muzzle in such an alien way. His teeth began to throb and he was left leaving his muzzle open. He could feel them stretched out and when his tongue hung out in a pant, he could feel his lower fangs flanking it. He stared cross-eyed as the end of his nose became flat and black with a leathery texture. The noises and sounds that came from all around him were intensified, his large, triangular ears flicking in every direction.

A soft yelp escaped him when he felt a pressure building at the base of his spine. Slowly, the pressure was being released, pushing past his flesh and forming a long, thick tail that wagged all too eagerly. His eyes fell down his body, for the first time taking in the changes. His thick, pink nipples pushed out of his coat of blonde and creamy white fur. Down below him, Liam continued to eagerly suck at his cock even as it turned bright red and a large, bulbous mass began forming at its base.

"Fuck... Li... am! Oh fuck!" He could feel himself coming to the edge and his transformed toes curled in pleasure. The sane part of him was thrown back into rear of his mind as lust took precedence once more.

"FUCK!" he roared. "Liam! I'm gonna -!"

He immediately arched his back, a long howl ripping from his throat and making every inch of his body shudder with release. His cock went rigid and suddenly burst like a fire hose on full power. Hot, white cum exploded from the hot, red tip, shooting right into Liam's throat. The smaller young man beneath him was thrown back from the intense pressure Liam hit the ground which was soaked in his own cum from what felt like the dozens of orgasms he had since Clint's transformation.

Liam fell back, too weak from all his changes to really care. He was in bliss, like a paradise brought on by afterglow. He fell into the ocean of his own cum, enjoying the touch of the warm fluids on his back and the waterfall from Clint's cock. He ran his tongue over his lips as he eagerly swallowed the small portion he had managed to catch in his throat as the rest came splashing all over his body like a wave.

His own cock shot it final load, still a huge, healthy helping despite having lost count how many times he had orgasmed with equal force. That last blast sent him drifting into unconsciousness... into blissful pleasure...

Clint, however, was quickly recovering from his own orgasm. The rational, soldier in him began to take stock of the situation. He turned away from his cum-covered friend and regarded the huge, muscular wolf that was reflected in the mirror.

"Oh fuck..." he panted. "What...?" His eyes fell towards his still-erect cock, a full 12 inches standing proudly. "Okay... So it's not so bad..."

Remembering Liam, he spun back around and his eyes went wide.

"Liam!"

His best friend - and the love of his life - was covered completely in his cum. But that was quickly changing. Liam's blissful features were just melting into the thick white ooze that covered the majority of the restroom. His form became more and more indiscernible, looking more like just a thick pile of white goo, his delicate smile, his arms chest and legs just dissipating into the rest of the pool.

"Liam! No!"

Clint threw himself at the puddle and in doing so, shattered the last instances of Liam's body, dispersing it into the rest of the pool around him.

"LIAM!"

Panic, fear and heartbreak spread throughout his entire body. He couldn't help but think that this was his fault. Was his cum somehow corrosive? Did it eat away at his best friend? What tragic irony was this that just after confessing his love to Liam, he would melt away in his cum!?

"NO!" He threw back his head, letting out a mournful howl. The cry ended up in ragged sobs as he slammed his fists into the ground, cracking the tiles. Hot tears began rolling down his cheeks and he squeezed his eyes shut, unwilling to see the evidence of his terrible crime.

"Liam... fuck... no... Liam..."

He could feel the tears soaking into his fur, slowly trailing down his cheek and running down the underside of his jaw. He was sobbing so uncontrollably that it began rolling down his neck and... creeping onto his... back...?

That wasn't the natural flow of liquid...

Slowly, he opened his eyes.

His jaw dropped.

A thick arm made completely out of cum rose from the fluid, slowly emerging more and more. He gazed frantically right and left and watched in completely shock as all the cum around him began to pool together, drifting towards him and the forming creature beneath him. His opened jaw was quickly plugged when a short, squat muzzle pressed against his own. He tasted the cum made from the creature but it was a familiar kiss, one he would never forget.

Still in shock, he could only watch as a large, muscular form began forming beneath him, slowly pushing him off the ground. A large, thick chest came to being, hard abs to match his own pressing up against his crotch. Squat, muscular legs, thicker than his own but much shorter cradled his legs. A monstrous 14 inch cock came to being, throbbing against his own. He could feel a heartbeat in that thick chest.

The rounded features of an otter came into being, slowly opening the soft, brown eyes that had melted his heart so much over the years. Slowly, the rolls of cum all over the otter's body began to solidify, becoming less droopy and turning into thick strands of soft, white fur.

Clint pulled his muzzle away and breathed a single word

"Liam?"

The otter smiled at him.

"Fifty bucks to the tear jar."

*****

In the other ward, Adam had no idea what came over him. Every inch of him wanted to be in Brad so badly. His cock was twitching for action and he needed it in something. Both he and Brad were naked, their bodies pressed up against one another with their lips interlocked in hot passion. What had stared as innocent masturbation turned into fervent kissing and grinding.

Their moans were loud enough to be heard all over the ward. He had never found Brad - or any man for that matter - sexy and he had always been appalled at the idea of anal but he just wanted to be in Brad so badly!

He broke the kiss. "Fuck man..." he grunted. "Can I... Can I...?"

"Fuck me?" Brad responded, grinning broadly. "Gotta work up to it first, buddy."

Adam wasn't going to argue. His desire was overruling any thoughts of heterosexuality versus homosexuality and he drove straight for Brad's nipples, taking one in his lips while he massaged the other with his fingers. Brad's hairy chest heaved as he moaned. Adam could feel his friend's thick cock against his chest and shivered at its touch. He could feel the thick wads or precum soaking into his own chiselled chest.

Then, he began tasting something salty against his tongue. For a moment, he thought it was sweat but then, it came too quickly and was far too thick. He pulled away for a second when he felt it against his fingers.

"Uh dude... you're lactating..."

Brad moaned softly. Obviously he didn't care that his nipples were dripping thick, white goo.

Adam licked his lips. He liked the taste. Throwing caution into the wind, he dove straight back towards the milk-giving glands and suckled at his friend's chest. The fluids came faster and faster and he drank all too eagerly. His arm began to throb from the sensations, like he the hot fluid was seeping straight into his wounds.

A wild, animalistic side took him over and he shut his eyes tightly. His whole body went into autopilot. His body began madly humping Brad as he eagerly drank from Brad's nipples. His free, uninjured hand went straight towards Brad's crotch, pressing their two cocks together and rubbing their hot meat together. Shudders of pleasure rolled up his entire body.

The throbbing in his arm grew more and more intense. An animalistic growl rose up from his throat. He could feel every muscle and every vein beneath his flesh pumping full of blood. He could feel them trying to push up against the cast and sling, begging to be let out. Something just clicked inside of him and he sat up, letting loose a rising roar.

Adam tore the sling from his arm, feeling the strength pumping through the limb. The pain was gone and all that was left was the unbelievable need for release. He lifted his arm and flexed his arm. His flesh and muscles broke right through the plaster cast, shattering it into pieces. A massive bicep he had never possessed before burst free, glistening with sweat that accentuated the veins that crisscrossed his arm. Long, strands of tawny fur covered every inch of his arm, rapidly spreading over his hands and fingers. Black claws slipped out of slits at the tips of his fingers. The overwhelming power that filled him was intoxicating. Just seeing his claws drowned him in the throes of power.

He grinned and looked down at Brad who was lost in his own lust. Brad was eagerly squeezing his own nipples, large drips of creamy fluid flooding out and soaking into the thickening black hair that covered his chest. The rolls of fat were quickly ebbing away, seemingly flooding into his arms, legs, and chest and solidifying into hard muscle. The nerdy, hairy man that had spent more time in front of the computer than anywhere else was quickly fading away into a hairy, muscular man with an enormous chest and thick limbs. His cock was spewing drops of the same milky fluid eagerly.

Adam grinned and wrapped his lips around Brad's cock. The fluid was far more potent than the one coming from his nipples. It filled Adam with immeasurable strength and he could feel it flooding every inch of his body. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he became obsessed with the raw power that the cock and its fluid offered.

Adam's lean, athletic form rippled with immense muscle. His torso obtained a distinct 'V' shape while his already defined pecs ballooned out, rubbing against Brad's lean legs. His toes curled in pleasure as the change rapidly spread down his legs. Claws jutted out of his toes, tearing into the sheets and flooding him with that same, immense sense of power. A long, tufted tail sprang free from the base of his spine lashing out wildly.

His desire for that strength grew overwhelming and he pulled himself from Brad's thick, throbbing member that had to be at least ten inches long now. A thunderous roar ripped from his throat. He watched with fascination as Brad's cock lost its mushroom like helmet and began to flatten out, growing cylindrical and jet-black. He grinned as he felt his own cock throbbing with the transformation.

That desire to stick it in something was still there and he seized Brad's sides. His claws dug into Brad's flanks but his friend's flesh had become thick enough to resist it. He hurled Brad onto his chiselled chest, watching in awe as the thin, black fur crawled all over his friend's back, accentuating the huge, muscles there. The trail of fur spread down a 'V' shaped back, over the valley of his spine and finally to that thick, bubble butt.

Adam licked his lips, feeling his teeth throb as they lengthened and sharpened. He pressed his throbbing cock into Brad's ass, pushing the pink tip straight into his friend's warm, waiting ass. A cry rose from his throat as the contact flooded him with immense pleasure. His whole body revelled in the contact. He could felt his fur spreading wildly all over his body, crossing his large, barrel chest and rolling over his left arm as that too changed. His thrusts into his friend were slow at first, quickly becoming hard and frantic as he felt more and more of himself pushing deep into Brad.

"Oh fuck..." moaned Brad. "Ooooooh fuuuuuck!"

Adam felt something throbbing at the sides of his head and he was at first puzzled when he reached for his temples and felt nothing there. But as his eyes fell on Brad, he watched his friend's features slowly warp and change. A flat, human face gave way to a large, square muzzle. Brad let out a loud 'moo' of lust and arched his back when thick spikes of bone began springing from his temples, forming two distinct horns.

Adam could feel the liquid flooding from his nipples even though his chest was dry. When he pushed himself into Brad, it was like he could feel his own ass being pushed wide open. His tongue rolled out of his lips as his own square muzzle came into being. Being mostly devoid of facial hair, he was surprised when a beard quickly sprang up and grew into a full-blown mane, merging with his hair. He growled in pleasure; the mane was his sign of power and he loved it.

He pushed himself deep into Brad, shuddered in pleasure at the dual sensation of feeling Brad's thick ass on around his cock and the phantom sensation of Brad's body. He ran his paws across Brad's back and it was like he could feel someone else caressing his own back.

"Fuck..." he growled. It was sensory overload especially when Brad squeezed his own cock with one hand and one of his nipples. Feeling the milk squirt from both members sent Adam over the edge.

"AWWW FUCK!"

His seed burst from his cock, spurting deep into his friend. He could feel every drop flooding Brad's body, sweeping into Brad's body and forming a bond between them that could not be broken. His ecstasy and the sensation of release flooded Brad and the massive bull-man let out a thunderous 'moo' that heralded his own release. Thick wads of cum and milk exploded from his nipples and cock, soaking into the sheets in a salty-sweet concoction that smelled absolutely delectable.

Adam collapsed on top of Brad, his arms curling around Brad's bigger, more muscular form. He was panting and his long, flat tongue felt thick. Unable to say anything, he just mused at how amazing that was.

"Yeah... It was..." Brad murmured. "Fuck dude... That... Fuck..."

Adam blinked for a second. "I didn't say anything..."

"What?" Brad responded, angling his changed head. "But you just..."

As an experiment, Adam thought, 'Dude, you're a minotaur and I'm half-lion.'

Brad smirked. "Yeah... And I make milk... Shit..."

He blinked. '_Hey man... I think you can hear my thoughts...'_

"Shit? Really?" Brad squirmed a little, pulling himself off Adam's cock. Adam shivered at the sudden cold snap on his cock. He looked at his member and found it had transformed into a long, thick, prickly member that was far from a human. "Okay, think something at me."

Adam thought, 'You look sexy.'

Brad just stared at him expectantly.

"Anything?" he asked loudly.

Brad shook his head.

"Let me try something. Turn around."

Brad did and he slowly slipped himself back inside of his friend. He felt Brad shudder as he once again entered the bull.

'You're fucking sexy, you know that?'

Brad snickered. "You ain't so bad yourself, kitty."

Adam smiled and licked at Brad's neck.

'You can hear my thoughts if I'm in you.'

"Then you better be in me all the time."

*****

"Director, they have reached full maturity."

This time, there was no pause.

"Good to hear. At least there is some good news from this fiasco. Ready the helicopter. I intend to brief them and get them out of there before the FBI and CDC get there."

"Yes, sir. They are only ten minutes away."

"Then you better hurry it up. You've already screwed up as it is."

The operator gulped loudly. He was sure he wouldn't remain human for very much longer. The funny thing is, he wasn't sure if that was a bad thing. Watching those four enjoying their new forms, he wondered what was in store for him.

"Yes, sir," he stammered, trying to hide his own raging erection.

*****

The nurse came bursting into the toilets, making both Liam and Clint break their kiss in shock. To their surprise, the nurse didn't show any signs of even looking surprised at their form.

"Quick!" she barked. "Come with me!"

"Uh..." Clint began.

"Let's go," Liam said. His form quickly melted into a puddle of cum and slipped over and around Clint's form, temporarily catching him a warm, undulating embrace that made the wolf shudder. As Liam slipped off him, the otter reformed, becoming that sexy, solid mass again and offering Clint a webbed paw.

Clint took it eagerly, towering over his best friend and lover. They ran paw in paw out of the toilets, following the nurse as they went straight to Adam and Brad's wards. Both were surprised when they saw a minotaur speared on a smaller lion's cock, knowing smirks on their faces. The two jumped and stared at them.

Again, the nurse showed no signs of showing surprise.

"Quick," she announced. "No time to clean yourselves up! Follow me to the roof!"

"Um... Okay," rumbled Brad, slowly slipping out of Adam. "I don't suppose you know what happened to us... do you?"

The nurse shook her head. "Sorry. The Director will explain to you once we get to the roof." Red and blue lights began flashing outside. "Right now, there's no time! Follow me and keep quiet!"

Panic bolted through all four men and they hurried to race up the stairs after the nurse. They heard someone burst through the front doors, introducing themselves as 'Agent O'Reilly'. None of the four really gave them any attention, knowing full well what would happen if they were caught in the open. None of them questioned why the nurse wasn't questioning their forms or how she knew what was going on but within moments, they were bursting through the door onto the roof.

Wind was instantly blasted into their faces from the helicopter situated there. It was unlike any other vehicle they had seen before. Instead of propellers, it had two turbines as 'wings'. A sleek, jet-black shape made it look absolutely evil. The logo for 'NexReach' was emblazoned on its flanks.

"Quick!" the nurse shouted. "Get in!"

All four men followed orders without question and jumped into the copter. There was no pilot but without warning, the doors abruptly shut with an ominous hiss. The cockpit began blinking and they felt the vehicle suddenly lift off.

Adam peered out of the window and his eyes widened. There were dozens of cars outside the hospital. Some were police cars but most were unmarked black ones and several vans from the CDC.

"Good evening, gentlemen."

The voice made all four of them jump and spin towards the centre of the small hold. It was coming from the ceiling where there was a speaker.

"I assume you have a lot of questions. I will explain and hopefully answer most of them. Firstly, introductions. I go by many names. Some call me 'Master', 'CEO', 'King', 'Sir' and those people down there refer to me as 'Director Evil' but let's just go with 'Director', shall we?"

None of the four spoke.

"I head up a collection of companies known as the Nexus Conglomerate. We have no direct specialties as our many children companies branch out into various interests. Our research and development branch, NexReach, has been working on bio-organic machinery, essentially things that are partially mechanical but also mostly biological. The idea behind this was to essentially have a self-sufficient, semi-intelligent object that, while directly controllable, could repair itself, manage its own internal systems and potentially take care of itself without the need of constant supervision or decommissioning after a certain time. It was also capable of evolving on its own, developing abilities once the need was great enough.

"Two days ago, their research came to a turning point when we launched a bio-organic satellite into space. Unfortunately, the government saw this as a threat and assaulted it a few hours ago. That is the object that came hurtling towards your encampment, leading to the events that occurred tonight. Have I answered any of you questions?"

No response.

"Hmmm... I see. Remember when I said that the satellite was directly controllable? Well, suffice to say that NexReach and the Conglomerate have the override command. Any people who are under its employ and currently not engaged in 'deep' projects can command the satellite. The nurse, one of our employees - as the entire hospital is in our care - probably gave you some orders that prevented you from speaking. However, considering the circumstances, it is only fair that I release you completely from the override command. 'Control Amber'."

Clint suddenly felt like a great weight had been lifted from his chest. "What the -? What kind of company are you!?"

"Ah, there we go. As I said, we are a vast company. Suffice to say, however, that I will explain more if you decide to fall under our employ. However, for the moment, I would like to continue my explanation unless you have further questions?"

"No..." Clint rumbled. "Go on..."

"Unfortunately, we detected a flaw in the satellite too late. It only works properly when it is a whole_. Various components, while still made of the same bio-organic substance, cannot work independently. When various parts of it fell on each of you, it began changing you to suit its requirements. Clint, you obtained the chassis' regenerative abilities. Liam, you became infected with the system's lubrication and fluid system. Brad, you became embedded with the shards that allow the production of materials from solar energy that allowed the satellite to fuel its regenerative and evolution abilities. Lastly, Adam -"_

"I got the wiring," Adam finished. "The thing that lets the satellite communicate with its various components." He squeezed Brad's hand tightly, grinning.

"Correct."

"Then why am I bloody werewolf!?" barked Clint.

"Part of the satellite's evolutionary abilities, I guess. We aren't entirely sure. Perhaps some part of your DNA was partially lupine or perhaps it was an inherent part of your personality. I cannot say until we do more research. Not on you, mind you. You have suffered enough."

"Is there a way to turn back?"

Liam squeezed his paw tightly. "Do we want to turn back? I mean... I really like this... Especially this." His paw became liquid cum once more, slowly sliding all over Clint's body and making the wolf moan slowly. Clint's cock was starting to stir in his sheath once more.

"Again, we did not anticipate this but we will work to discover a cure."

"What's going to happen to us?" Brad asked.

"We are taking you via our stealth helicopter to our closest NexReach facility where you will be taken care for, rest assured. You will be provided for and your every want and need seen to. As to what the future holds... well, I cannot say. I would very much like to enlist your aid."

"Aid in what?"

For some reason, Clint felt a shudder down his spine.

"Why, to make money, of course."

*****

Agent Matthew O'Reilly had spent the past five months puzzling over the disappearances of the four campers who had apparently been at the centre of that satellite crash. When they had launched that assault on the mysterious satellite, they had hoped to find out who had launched it. However, all trace of it had vanished by the time they had gotten there. They found that there had been campers there who had been taken to the local hospital but delays and who knows what else had stopped them from getting there in time.

When had reached the hospital, no one knew what happened to the civilians... nor was there ever any trace of them.

He has spent the last five months trying to find any trace of it but he was at a loss.

He shut the door to his apartment with a loud slam.

It was another day and another day of no leads.

He set down his briefcase... and when he rose, he found himself staring at... At a furry, otter-man grinning at him from ear to ear. Before he could say anything, the creature's right arm turned into a thick, white goo that shot straight towards his mouth. He was slammed against the wall. He reached for his gun but the otter's other arm lashed out and swiped it away from him.

"No, no," the otter said, grinning at him. "None of that now." The otter was mostly naked save for a black muscle shirt that was marked with the words 'NexArm'. His furry sheath was plump and a red, hot cock was starting to poke out of it. The otter reached out with his slimy arm towards the door and pulled it open.

Three other figures stepped in, a lion, a wolf and a bull. All of them were dressed similarly though the other three's cocks were full and erect.

The otter then let him go, letting O'Reilly drop the ground.

"Who the fuck are you people!?" he shouted.

"We're the four guys you've been looking for," answered the wolf with a big grin.

"What? What do you want with me!?"

The four exchanged glances.

It was the lion that spoke.

"We've got a proposition for you. One you just can't refuse."