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Welcome to the first scenario in The Simulator event entitled 'Grant's Rampage'.

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The need for sustenance is superseded by desire sate the more pressing desire to cum. Grant lumbered over to the silo. His father had always used it to torment him, trying to instil a farmer's life on the growing boy. Now that he was finally all grown up, Grant saw another use for the towering edifice filled with seed.

His cock was already hard with anticipation, dropping pools of precum all along his path as he eagerly lumbered over to it and quickly positioned himself towards it. Never before having had his cherry popped, Grant took a moment to wonder whether or not the tower would fit in him and how he should position himself. Then, he realised he didn't really care that much and rubbed his throbbing cock all over the metal frame. His precum soaked the silo from top to bottom within seconds. His excitement knew no bounds as he spread his legs on either side of the silo and positioned himself directly over it. His tongue was rolling out between his lips as his panting grew heavier the closer he lowered himself onto the silo. The moment its tip touched the rim of his ass, he shuddered and bit his lower lip, eager for that joyous feeling of being penetrated. With a deep breath, he slowly lowered himself into the silo. The moment he felt it start to spread his cheeks apart, his cock started to spasm unaided, dripping thick loads of precum all over the ground. A loud moan rose from your throat as he leaned back into the invading, metal pole, shivering in delight as he lowered himself about a quarter of the way in before he finally felt some resistance on his part.

He let out that breath and tried not to clench his ass around the silo. Grant just took a moment to relax into the frame before slowly lifting himself back up and enjoying the sensation of the makeshift dildo shifting inside of him. Loathed to leave his ass unfilled, when he felt himself almost at the point of slipping completely off, he pushed himself back down, his moan rising out of his lips.

"What the fuck!?"

That familiar cry was enough to get him to crack one eye open even as he shamelessly continued to pull himself off and on the static, metal silo. The sounds of scampering can be heard from the farmhouse before Grant's, Barney Alibrandi, burst from the farmhouse with a shotgun in one hand. He was naked and just behind him was the latest farmboy that he had fucking. Barney was always into twinks. Never his son. Though Grant had been privy to more than one sleepless night listening to his father loudly fucking one of the farmhands. One time, Grant had snuck a peek and watching his father's bronzed, farm-built form ploughing into the smaller farmhand beneath him had introduced him to the concept of masturbation. Seeing him naked and thinking about the awesome rhino he could possibly become just stimulated, Grant all the more. Grant licked his lips imagining his father's big, powerful body shoving a sixteen inch cock into a farmhand's ass while all his other assistants clamoured over him, seeking to pleasure the alpha rhino. His cock jerked at the thought and in tandem with another dive into the silo, it sent a large splotch of thick precum at his father. Barney ducked behind the farmhouse patio to avoid getting splashed.

"Hey Daddy," Grant rumbled. There is no denying the way Barney's cock grew a little harder at the magical 'D' word. It was something he insisted his farmhands called him even if they were fully grown adults. When fucking the younger guys, having them shout 'Daddy' while he shoved his dick up their ass always got him to cum faster. "Check out what your son grew up to be."

Barney's eyes widened and he lowered his gun. "Grant?" he asked. "Is that you?"

Grant's response was to plunge himself fully down against the silo, the metal structure pushing against his prostate. He bobbed up and down continuously, one hand on his knee to stabilise himself while the other wrapped around his cock, eagerly stroking and showering the immediate area with his rapidly thickening precum. There was a venerable rain of his juices all over the farmhouse. From the corner of his eye, he could see the other farmhands emerging from the onsite lodgings, peering around the corner of the house at the monster rhino using their silo as a dildo. Grant felt himself getting closer and closer to orgasm, biting his lower lip in an attempt to stem the tide while the pressure continued to build in his balls.

"Grant! What are - What the? Johnno?"

Grant had to open his other eye as the farmhand beside his father, naked just like Alibrandi Senior, been splashed by a stray jet of precum. He had staggered up against one of the poles holding up the patio and his hand was on his cock, stroking his member in tandem with Grant's. His eyes were fixated on Grant's, completely hypnotised by the giant rhino's movements. He didn't realise the changes occurring to his body. His cocked lengthened, blackened and thickened, throbbing with building pressure his precum began pouring out of the tip at the same rate as Grant's. It looked like he had a bit of discomfort as his hand couldn't fully grasp the monster of a dick he possessed but then a look of relief crossed his eyes as his fingers stretched and grew to accommodate his new girth. His arm quickly followed, bulging with newfound strength and muscle, making him look a little disproportionate until the change flooded all over his chest, building the flat pectorals into enormous plateaus of muscle barely contained beneath his skin. The twinky farmboy was quickly erased and replace with a monstrous beast. A titanic roar rips from his lips, heralding the change of his features from soft, handsome human to brutish horned rhino. His cock erupted and the last parts of 'Johnno' vanished, replaced by the monster.

Perhaps driven by some primal need to spread the gift, he angled his cock straight towards Barney Alibrandi. The patron of the farm reeled back in shock as he was covered from head to toe in the cum. For a second, it almost looked like Barney would run away screaming especially when he fell on his knees, gripping the sides of his head as he fought the overwhelming changes pushing through his entire body.

"Fuuuuuuck!" he roared. "It feels so good! FUCK!"

Grant grinned as his dear old dad threw himself straight at Johnno's cock, early wrapping his changing lips over it to catch the last droplets of cum before he would have to wait for a second load. His body erupts with new muscle, changing into the rhino that was quickly taking over. His tail wags eagerly as he seized his cock and sprayed his seed all over the ground. That one burst started the change of his human penis from an average six inch tool to a monstrous eighteen inch ass wrecker. He came again and again and again, spilling his seed all over Johnno's legs and with each burst, more and more his body gave in to the rhino. All the while, Johnno was returning the favour, spraying his seed into Barney's muzzle. With each load, Barney's belly began to grow, pushing out the limits of his abdominal muscles and giving him a firm but rounded belly.

Grant couldn't help but think that his dad looked sexy as a musclegut rhino.

What really took the cake though was when the other farmhands came wandering round the corner of the farmhouse, driven perhaps by instinct or by the infection. Their bodies changes as they waded through the swamp of precum that Grant had deposited. They crowded around Barney Alibrandi as the big rhino rose up to ten feet over them. He took several of them in his huge arms, drawing them all to his body while they proceeded to hurriedly rub their cocks over his body. Their changing members sprayed seed all over his flesh. His tanned skin seemed to eagerly absorb the seed, turning from a sun baked brown to a leather, white hide.

The farmhands and his father all piled together in a maddening orgy, their cries of orgasm ripping through the night as the last parts of humanity left them. Every time they came, their seed spilled into another and that other would in turn spray their seed on the next rhino. They coloured each other's flesh a stark white. Even in the darkness of the night, it was not hard to make out the white, cum-soaked rhinos as they shoved cocks up asses, down throats and spilled their cream all over one another.

Grant couldn't keep himself back any longer and with his own tremendous cry to wake the other farmers, he let his torrent of cum loose. He had enough foresight to fire his load straight at the rhinos, blessing them with his juices. A late of thick, white seed suddenly appeared in his father's farm. From its depths, the white rhinos emerged, growling and with purpose.

Grant's euphoria was momentarily disturbed when the lights from a car came rolling up to the farmhouse. The lights were directed at him so the drivers couldn't see him but they were definitely shining on the emerging rhinos. For a second, fear gripped his heart but then he remembered he was a hundred times their size and his mere presence could turn the drivers from concerned neighbours into horny, muscular rhino men.

Pulling himself off the silo was a chore and he felt empty as he yanked himself out. But he needn't have bothered because his rhino men, his father included, charged at the truck their neighbours had taken. They tore the doors right off their hinges and took the concerned farmers right towards the pool of cum. There were two of them and Grant watched with fascination as the rhino that was his father shoved his dick into the ass of the neighbour and then leapt right into the lake. There was a lot of roiling and undulating beneath the surface but in less than a minute, two rhino heads erupted from beneath the waves, roaring in orgasm. The other farmer screamed but he took was dragged beneath the waves, a cock deep in his ass.

It didn't take long before the other rhinos of the farmlands took the hint and began stalking to the other farms. There wouldn't be a farm left untouched by the time the sun came up.

Grant just had to grin as his father disappeared with the rest of his brood. The outskirts of town were now effectively guarded. It would be hard for anyone to make it out of the city without encountering the rhinos.

It was time to head back and continue his rampage through the city.

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ACHIEVEMENT

You have earned the achievement Siloed

• Silos are just like giant cocks. They even have seeds in them most of the time-

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Upon returning the city proper, Grant noticed that the sound of police sirens had intensified. Just a cursory glance over the buildings told him that the city's police force had started to organise an evacuation of the city. Flashing red and blue lights cover certain streets as the men in blue pulled people from their homes and workplaces and rushed them to some undisclosed location. The shouts of the citizens and the police are like the buzzing of insects to the giant rhino though he could still barely make out the directions of the 'southwest mountains' from their voices.

The rhinos were too widely spread to cover every possible street and though their numbers were growing exponentially, there was still a lot of ground to cover and the police were using the wild, unpredictable nature of the rhinos to slip between the cracks. Occasionally, it was possible to hear the screams of policemen as they were overwhelmed by the rhinos but it was too rare.

Grant thought that it would be a pity to let all those delicious bodies go to waste and the thought of the disciplined, heroic policemen bursting out of their uniforms to become the rampaging rhinos they were destined to be was incredible hot. But it would just be no fun if he just came on them. Grant desired a bit of variety and he wanted to revel in the chase.

They hadn't noticed him quite yet, their eyes all focused on the immediate streets and the civilians they were evacuating into big, grey, armoured trucks. Grant decided to make his presence known to them. He pushed aside two buildings, forcing them to crumble as he passed through them. Taking a deep breath, he unleashed a bellowing roar in their direction.

The air rippled from his cry, like watching a wave through the air in slow motion. Glass shattered as his voice carried all the way to the nearest barricade. The cry could be heard all across the city and it is with some pride that Grant heard the hundreds of others he'd transformed across the city give an echoing cry, like a wolf pack howling at the moon.

The blast of sound struck the barricade with the force of a wrecking ball. The officers manning their posts were forced to drop to their knees, plugging their ears in agony. At the distance he stood, the roar wasn't enough to knock them off their feet. The makeshift barricade was pushed back a few yards though.

With some surprise, Grant watched as the officers closest to him grit their teeth together. Their faces started to elongate and two horns started sprouting from their newly formed muzzles. Their bodies quake and shake in rhythm with his cry, bulging out in every place while their cocks tented their pants. Sadly the roar faded before they can fully reach their potential and they collapse to the ground, looking at their partially mutated forms in horror. They're panting, fighting back the urge to fuck as there is still enough humanity in them to keep them from completely devolving into crazy, sex-crazed maniacs. Those farther away from the barricade weren't affected at all and they backed away from their fallen, partially transformed comrades, holding out their guns while the men they had stood beside reached out to them with thick, meaty hands, begging for assistance while their cocks soaked their pants.

The thought of any of his rhinos getting killed appalled Grant and before any guns could have been fired, Grant took another deep breath - deeper than the last - and unleashed a louder roar at the barricade. The policemen never get to prepare for the blast. Those already partially transformed by the initial blast are forced to their feet, their bodies flicking back like reed sin the wind. Grant's cry tore off all their clothing - or perhaps it was the sudden growth in their bodies - and turns their flesh slate grey. All vestiges of humanity are blown away by the roar and all that's left are the horny, muscular rhinos that he so loved and adored.

Those farther are hit but they only grow slightly, basically to the same level as the first batch. Hands and feet erupt with growth, crushing guns and causing bodies to topple over in a blissful mix of pleasure and pain. They were hit with the crippling arousal that left them clutching their crotches with one massive hand and the other used to desperately try to pull themselves away from the source of all their torment.

Grant huffed derisively, wondering if he should finish the job or let his newly transformed rhinos do it for him. Shrugging enormous shoulders, he drew one last breath with the resolution that he didn't want anyone to escape.

The last roar was unleashed and it washed over the rest of the barricade, blowing entire concrete blocks into the air and sending them crashing into buildings. No rhino is thrown off their massive feet and those partially transformed throw themselves into the change, becoming the very same rhinos they were so desperately not to become. Some of those unchanged are kicked into the air but their cloths fly off their bodies and their bodies change in midair. They crash into the ground solidly on new, built legs and hands, their cocks shooting their load in glee at their new forms. No human was left amongst the policemen, all of them having succumbed to the transformation.

When a big, grey fist erupted from one of the armoured trucks and more rhinos emerged from their depths, Grant was surprised to note that not even steel could hide them from the fleeing citizens from his shouts.

Armed with the knowledge of where the other barricades were, Grant's officers turned and started their hunt for their former companions.

No one will escape your rampage.

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ACHIEVEMENT

You have earned the achievement Police Brutality

• The police force will never be the same again-

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There was still one part of the city that remained rather blissfully peaceful in comparison to the rest. The suburbs of the city were quiet. Whether it was because its inhabitants had already fled in terror or just didn't hear of Grant's rampage was a matter of debate. Though the streets were still lit and cars were still in driveways. It was fairly late so most of those living in the suburbs were likely asleep.

Grant recalled memories of wishing he lived in the suburbs for two reasons.

First, his high school was located in the suburbs. The commute every day from the farm to his high school was a nightmare. Getting up before dawn just to get to class before nine am in the morning was a strain on his body and patience. That his father didn't approve of his mathematical inclinations and consequently his reluctance to drive his son to school didn't help matters. That high school was brutal for the young, budding accountant was worse. A scrawny farm boy that was good at math was an oxymoron in the backwater school where being farm bred normally meant he was supposed to be tanned, buff and handsome. Instead he was short, scrawny and suffered from allergies. Needless to say, people like Coach Henderson made sure he was aware of that fact day in day out. But he still wanted an education and moving to the suburbs would've at least made one aspect of his life much easier.

Secondly, the suburbs were much more his speed than the farmlands. In the back of his mind, he had always dreamed of having his own home in the suburbs, a white picket fence, kids and someone to love and care for. It was his dream. Ultimately, it seemed like the perfect middle ground between the rural farmlands and the urban sprawl.

Still, there was some parts of the suburbs that could be chaotic or 'old timey'.

Case in point was that Grant could see his high school had its lights on. There was likely an event going on. At that time of the night, it had to be a big event. Either a football game or something else. Perhaps he could pay his former high school now that he had 'grown up'?

As for the old timey aspect of the suburbs, there was another source of bright lights not too far away. It was the old drive in movie theatre and it looked like there was a lot of people there. He had never been there himself since he never had a car or a date. But even from his distance, he could see that there was some sort of monster movie being played. How coincidental. Maybe they could use a visit from a real monster?

Where should Grant go?

1) His old high school?

2) Or to drive in movie theatre?