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Figures of the Storm

By Grumb

The crunch against dry leaves underneath heavy hiking boots loudly interrupted the quietness of the surrounding forest. The natural environment paused in alarm as two foreign intruders walked through, the peace rudely interrupted. Chris and Frank, engrossed within their conversation, remained entirely unaware of their disruption. Conversing as old friends, they continued on their journey oblivious to the curious eyes carefully watching them from the shadows of nearby trees.

“How’d you hear about this place again?” Frank asked, struggling to keep up with his buddy trekking ahead.

“Believe it or not my old roommate. He grew up around here and this place was all over the news a few years ago from some hikers disappearing.” Chris responded.

Chris and Frank had grown up together and very quickly became best friends out of a strange interest both of them shared. Particularly they held a fascination with the supernatural, often spending their teenage weekends exploring abandoned or haunted areas in the hopes of finding something unexplainable. Factories, graveyards, one time even driving hours just to stay the night inside an abandoned mine shaft. There was little that deterred the two during the height of their explorations when they were younger. Of all their past adventures though, outside a couple cases of some bizarre sounds late at night, Chris and Frank never experienced anything truly profound to report back.

Both men, now much older, rarely found the time to delve into the supernatural as often as they did growing up. Frank dedicated most of his weeks towards earning his master’s degree and working a part time job for the extra cash. Chris had moved to an entirely different state after college and recently moved in with his girlfriend he’d been dating for years. Their separate stressful lives seldom allowed time for them to maintain their teenage hobby and gradually it seemed the two friends were drifting apart. Despite the distance between, they often found themselves daydreaming over past memories of hanging out together and exploring all those derelict properties.

When, out of the blue, Chris called a month ago wondering if Frank would be interested in a hiking trip to some haunted cabin in the middle of the woods, Frank could barely contain his excitement on the phone. His life was stagnant. Boring. With his studies almost over and having enough days saved to take some time off of work, it was the perfect opportunity to make a vacation out of the whole trip. Driving the several hours to visit Chris, before Frank knew it both of them were reunited like they’d never been separated.

The plan for the trip was pretty simple. Drive outside of town, park the car and hike around four hours on marked trails to the supposed haunted cabin centered in the forest. From there, they’d spend the night at the place to see if anything unearthly happened and, when it inevitably didn’t, return to the car the following morning. To most people this seemed like an insane vacation, let alone staying at a cursed cabin where a group of people had vanished in the past. For Chris and Frank though, the pair couldn’t be more excited and eagerly looked forward to using the trip as a counter to their dull lifestyles separated from each other.

Successfully hiking the many hours without issue, by the time Chris and Frank managed to approach close to the cabin, little light managed to pierce the above canopy of the towering trees. The air of the ambient forest grew increasingly chilled with the lowered sun and darkened clouds that rumbled in the distance. All signs pointed to an approaching storm that neither of the men expected or prepared for. Hiking boots stepping into a small clearing in the woods, visible breaths of warm air escaping from their mouths, the two were finally given a view of where they’d be staying for the night.

Strangely, the place resembled a house more than any sort of cabin. A stucco-framed square structure with a porch looping around sat out of place with its surroundings, as if it had simply been dropped there some time ago. Green ivy snaked up its sides, paint peeled off its structure and the roof looked ready to cave in at any moment. The overgrown path. The broken windows and array of vandalism from others who made the similar trip. The place was completely derelict. The foundation likely rotted and slowly consumed by nature, the house was no longer meant for lodging. If anything, the place should have collapsed off its own weight years ago and yet here it remained. Eagerly awaiting the two men to enter as if some outside force was keeping it standing.

Ignoring all the rot and decay, the house itself looked like it was pulled from some horror movie. A prime example of a place no human should enter let alone stay the night inside. Chris and Frank stared into the windows of the place searching for anything that might be looking back at them from the darkness behind. The building’s entire energy defined by an uneasiness that screamed for people to keep away. Such a force seemingly flew over the heads of the men though as they walked up the rotten wooden steps of the porch with their boots to the already cracked open door. Painted in a dark red on its front:

Stay Away.

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A few hours had passed since Chris and Frank ignored the obvious warning on the front of the house and pushed forward anyway. The sun now sat lowered beneath the trees, leaving only darkness to define the space of the outside woods. The interior of the abandoned structure was hardly in a better state than the outside of the house. Broken furniture. Walls bleached from the years of abandonment. Strange graffiti and symbols painted throughout the place. An assortment of valuables left over from past hikers. Even police tape from when investigators were last here searching for the missing backpackers.

Wind from the approaching storm was starting to blow heavier, rain hitting the metal roof sending echoes throughout the inside of the house. Some of the water collecting into holes above before falling inside with loud drips. The men, having unpacked their bags, decided it best to stay the night in the living room. It was the driest place of the whole house and conveniently contained a large fireplace. Despite some struggle and cursing at first, Frank managed to start a cozy fire that lit the inside of the place and kept their bodies warm from their chilly surroundings.

While Frank continued to work on the fire, Chris decided to explore some of the rooms of the house. Most of the stuff inside was rotted or trash at this point, but opening a door to one of the bedrooms, Chris discovered a peculiar engraved box sitting centered on the floor. Nothing else in the room except this box, it was just as out of place as the very house. No dust lining its top, no cracks in its structure. It almost seemed as if the thing was placed there, practically begging to be picked up. Questions on how abandoned this place really was circulated Chris’ brain as he picked up the bizarre case and walked to the heated living room to get a better view of it.

Sitting on his sleeping bag near the fire, Chris held the engraved box in his hands inspecting the intricate carvings engraved across. On the outside, an assortment of animals and beasts were etched on the delicate wood. Forest animals like a fox, a large wolf and a buck were engraved with a remarkable amount of detail. More than that though, mythical creatures were etched into the thing as well. A minotaur, some form of a dragon and what looked to be a gryphon were all inscribed on the underside. Flipping the box back over, Chris heard the sound of rattling within, peaking his interest further. Moving his face closer to inspect, he managed to find and unhinge a small latch that kept the box closed to the outside world. Pulling up the wooden lid just as Frank turned from managing the fireplace, the two were met with an assortment of figures tightly-packed inside.

“What is that thing? Frank asked, stepping closer.

“I’m not sure, I think some toybox? I found it in one of the bedrooms just sitting on the floor. Pretty cool right?”

“They look like monopoly figures.” Frank laughed, stepping close enough to pick a couple up and inspect them himself.

The carvings were stained a light yellow showing off their age and appeared to be carved from a material similar to ivory or even bone. Each little statue was distinct in nature, sculpted to be that of a different animal or creature with an amount of detail that likely took an extended period just to design. Some were larger than others, showing off their intricacy with a heavy weight. Amazingly though, none of them were broken or even chipped despite being contained within a wooden box in the middle of nowhere. If anything, they somehow managed to remain in pristine condition outside their strange color.

“See one you like?” Chris asked, moving the box closer to Frank.

“You think it's a good idea to take one? I mean they aren’t even ours?”

“Ohhh come on. There's a bunch of them. I'm sure whoever left them, I mean even if they decided to come back to this place, will barely notice a couple are missing. It’ll be a good way to remember the trip!”

Thinking for a moment, eventually Frank stuck his hand carefully into the box looking for a figure that peaked his interest the most. After a few seconds, inspecting the minotaur and the fox, in the corner his eyes focused on a neglected carving that almost called out for him to grab it. Cautiously picking it up and inspecting it, Frank looked to his friend.

“This one.”

“Well that’s an interesting choice. What even is that? I thought you were going for the minotaur in there to be honest.”

“Yea I dunno, I think it's a ferret. I like it. Which one are you thinking?” Frank replied, putting the carving into his lower pocket.

Looking down, Chris rummaged throughout the box. The more he looked at the different beasts and animals, the more it seemed like the inside was bottomless. Everytime he picked up a creature to look at, there was always another he hadn’t seen before just underneath. A couple minutes going by, finally Chris found what pinged his interest the most. A larger figure than some of the others, brutish in nature, standing confidently with its hips and rump pushed backwards, it was a gnoll.

“This thing!” Chris said with confidence, showing it off.

“Pretty sure that’s just a D&D gnoll figurine man.” Frank laughed looking it over before walking towards his sleeping bag near the fireplace.

“It's more unique than your stupid otter!”

“Hey man it's not an otter. It's a ferret…..I think.”

The two men’s laughter between each other was suddenly cut short with a loud crack of thunder, lightning showering the outside forest in blinding white before returning to darkness. An eerie pause settled between the men as they listened to the outside storm slam into the frail house. Neither recognized before just how strong the rain had gotten.

“Hopefully this storm lets up by the morning.” Frank said, breaking the uneasy silence.

“God it’s gonna suck if we have to walk back in this rain. Have you checked the weather for tomorrow yet?”

“I tried, but I don’t get any reception out here and my phone is almost dead. I’m sure it’ll be fine though.”

“I hope you’re right. In the meantime I’m gonna try to get some sleep. I’m pretty exhausted from the hike today.”

“Sounds good, I should probably do the same. It's been great doing this with ya again. I hope we can do trips like this in the future. We still gotta find evidence of the supernatural after all these years.

“I would love that man. One of these days we’ll find something.” Chris said as he slid into and zipped us his sleeping bag.

“Night.” Frank replied, positioning himself as close to the fire as possible to counter the frigid air of the house.

The fireplace crackled with a steady blaze keeping the two warm. The outside storm continued to strengthen around the house causing loud creaks in the structure’s foundation to resonate throughout. Neither men, seasoned veterans of staying at such renounced places, were too concerned for their or the other’s safety. Laying by the fire, listening to the sounds of the wind outside, if anything they were rather relaxed. Happy to be in the other’s presence once again.

Eyelids growing heavy, bodies sore from the hours of hiking, it took just minutes for them to enter a deep sleep. Their vicinity melting away to be replaced with strange dreams, neither Chris nor Frank felt the animal figurines stored in their pockets slowly rise in temperature. Both the ferret and gnoll becoming hot to the touch, matching the nearby fireplace.

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Sitting deep inside the side pocket of Frank’s pants, the small ferret figure almost sizzled against the fabric, irradiating an energy to everything around it like some infecting source. Laying on his stomach and still asleep, Frank barely felt the sensations spread throughout his lower body. Centralized closest to the figurine, his thighs pulsed with subtle changes sparked by the cursed statue. Gradually, the thin layer of body hair already lining his legs grew more coarse. Follicles thickened at their base, becoming dense with each second. Their nature changed to reflect hair growing off a beast than anything you would see on a human. Areas of skin not covered soon enough were replaced with an assortment of itchy dark brown hair. Even his inner thighs sprouted new lighter colored fur, almost bleached white resembling a coat that itched across both of his lower legs.

The gnoll statue picked by Chris sat snug in his chest pocket, leaving his legs unchanged but his upper body similarly exposed to the wave of energy that stemmed from the heated figurine. Chris, already incredibly hairy, stirred in his sleep as his chest grew a rough pelt matching closer to that of a gnoll. Spreading in a matted mass of fur and grime. Human skin underneath slowly covered with hairs colored gray and shadowed in darker variations of random furry dots. Chris in return, absently bringing a hand up to scratch at his broadening chest.

As the upper form of Chris changed, the lower parts of Frank continued in their deliberate alterations. Unfortunately for him, the pulses of corrupting energy from the sculpture were not only directed onto thighs. Frank’s groin stirred in development as well due to its proximity with the cursed ferret figure. Mindlessly, Frank grinded against the floor desperate for stimulation as his cock grew warm from the surrounding force and gradually lengthened in need. Soft groans ever so often escaped out of his mouth as he continued to stir in his deep sleep.

Frank’s absent dreams quickly shifted, becoming focused upon his friend as he continued to unknowingly buck his hips. Sexual tension increased. The grind against the floor quickened with each thrust. Groans escaped from his drooling mouth loud enough for Chris to hear if he was awake. Hairs snaked down his lower body, pushing towards his pubes. In his vivid dream, Frank could see his friend standing just ahead of him. He looked different though somehow. Was he wearing…nothing? He smelled…different.? In his dream, Frank couldn’t move. Only able to stare forward, admiring the build of Chris. His muscular arms. His handsome face. His furry chest?

His cock strained inside constricted pants, friction against the floor doing its best to counter the growing lust that permeated throughout. With each absent thrust, his cock pushed farther forward. Fur surrounding his shaft, skin growing dark and leatherlike around the base of his cock pushing it longer than usual. A modest member before growing absurdly long as it grinded up and down, helplessly needing more stimulation than the floor could ever provide. It was desperate to be touched, growing with a mind of its own. Incentivized by the pleasure and surrounding aura coming from the ferret figure, Frank’s shaft changed as quickly as his furry thighs. The tip pointing forward, the color shifting a dark red, strange raised flesh of bumps around its top emerging. New barbs meant to lock in a mate, cementing Frank’s animalistic role. A monsterish sheathed cock on the body of a human, desperately needing another to be fully satisfied.

Thrusts away from hitting the peak of pleasure, seconds before Frank could question why his friend looked so hairy in this vivid dream of his, both men were awoken from their deep sleep from a sound that immediately forced their eyes open and transformations to completely halt.

A scream. Or was it a howl? Human or animal? Something near and loud enough to pierce the sound of the storm shattered the contaminating slumber of Frank and Chris. They raised their heads looking towards the door of the house where the sound seemed to come from in a confused panic.

“What the fuck was that?” Frank barely whispered loud enough for Chris to hear.

Frozen in fear Chris didn’t respond. Looking at the door, imagining it bursting open at any second. The two men, wide awake, clothes covering their bodies, were oblivious to the fur that had grown on their bodies. Anxiety and leftover confusion from being woken so suddenly replaced the heat their bodies were generating and the itchiness from fur underneath. Both disordered, memories of Frank’s lustful dream slowly faded to the point he couldn’t remember anything, and for what seemed like hours the men didn’t move. Watching the door and listening. Waiting for another sound to pierce the forest again.

An animal right? Foxes can scream like humans. Chris thought to himself.

Almost answering his internal thoughts, another beastly scream broke the silence, this time coming from just outside the nearby windows. Swerving their heads around, they strained to look out the window without being seen, the men searching for a source to the demonic sounds. Both their eyes pierced into the darkness, desperately scanning for some animal that might pacify their terror. They hoped it was just an animal outside, nothing out of the ordinary for the woods at this time of night. A serene hush defined the space again, only rain, wind and their heavy breaths separating them from total silence.

Abruptly, a loud crash of thunder shook the house and their bodies. Lightning illuminated the outside and for only a second, Frank and Chis were able to see a source to the infernal sounds. Staring back at them, standing on massive legs with wet fur and heavy muscles. At least three different creatures faced the direction of the house. Beastly eyes gazing forward with untold intent, knowing the men were inside.

Closest to the window, a towering wolf creature stood forward with a black mane and pointed canines that reflected off the lightning. Just behind, a beast that looked to be some hybrid of a deer and monster supported large antlers that cut towards the clouds. Next to the antlered fiend, the men could barely make out red fur and a long snout that curved into a wicked smile. From the split-second they could see these creatures, Frank and Chris thought of them as things of the forest but somehow horribly mutated. Standing on legs, larger than normal, arthropod characteristics. Things not meant to exist and yet here they were.

The new furs on Frank and Chris, that looked very similar to the creatures standing outside, stood on end in dismay, goosebumps rising underneath. As suddenly as the lightning illuminated the forest, the outdoors shifted to black again and the men were left staring into darkness. Loud shrieks once again rattled the eardrums of the two and sent their minds into shock. Unable to move or scream themselves, they simply gazed forward out the window. Together they expected at any moment, one of those beasts to come crashing through to finish them off.

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Embers within the fireplace slowly hummed as the fire ate through what little wood inside remained. Rain pushed by strong wind continued to slam into the house, loud moans of the old place shifting against the storm's strength. With a relief, the light of dawn barely pierced the clouds finally allowing for Frank and Chris to see easier outside. They had remained close together near the fire for the rest of the night. Eyes fixated on the window. For what seemed like hours they didn’t move. Waiting to see those terrifying things appear again. Thankfully, outside the sounds of the storm, they never heard or saw them again.

Sunlight providing some form of comfort, it was Chris that broke the silence.

“We gotta get out of here man.”

“What the fuck were those things?” Frank quickly responded, his voice wavering.

“I have no idea. The fact we didn’t see them again, is a blessing to say the least. We sure as hell aren’t staying to find out again.” Chris retorted, unzipping and standing out of his sleeping bag that still surrounded his body.

No longer locked in a state of fear, Chris was the first to finally recognize the alien sensation of scratching underneath his sweater. Terror had kept such thoughts preoccupied towards searching for those beasts outside, now he could no longer ignore the feelings. Taking a hand, he reached underneath the ribbing of his sweater and slid his palm up his chest. Fingers touching at something that wasn’t there yesterday, eyes widened in realization. Instantly Chris recognized it to feel like hair. More hair than he ever had before completely covering his chest and upper stomach.

“Chris, what’s wrong?” Frank asked, watching the color leave his friend’s face.

Without responding, Chris grabbed his sweater and raised it over his head, throwing it to the side desperate to see without restriction what he was feeling.

“What the….”

Almost falling onto the floor, Chris stumbled backwards and screamed. The two friends were only able to stare in shock at the new layer of fur that sprouted across the bare chest of Chris. Tapering off near the start of his arms, spreading down all the way to the middle of his stomach, hair spotted with a wash of gray poked messily out in every direction.

Matted as if it had always been there, texture thick and pressed together, glossy with a collection of sweat, the hairs were anything but human. As Chris absently ran his hand through it, feeling the bizarre sensations of what sat attached to his own body he felt ripples flutter along the darkened skin underneath, the bottom of each follicle sensitive and slick from the perspiration of stress and dreaming from the night before.

“Chris what the fuck is that? Is that fur?”

“I….I…I don’t know. It's growing from my chest.” Chris replied, still rubbing his hands through the coat.

Pulling the collar of his shirt down, Frank in a panic looked to see if his own chest sprouted anything similar. With a sigh of relief, underneath he was met with skin and his normal amount of human body hair. Looking at Chris, he watched his friend slide hands into the spotted colored fur with a peculiar fascination.

Frank’s eyes focused upon his friend. This time looking at more than just the fur. Those biceps. The large pecs that bounced with movement as Chris continued to pet at his soft looking pelt growing across the top. It almost seemed as if Chris had grown since last night. His already defined muscles from before were even bulkier now. Frank wondered to himself how those muscles and fur would feel. If it was warm to the touch. How it smelt. His mind slowed to a drowsy state as he continued to admire his shirtless friend stroke at himself a few feet away. The idea of stepping a little closer pinging his mind as if it was a good idea.

What would Chris do if I stepped closer? Frank thought, imagination swirling with corrupting temptation.

His lewd suggestions, before such thoughts could be acted upon though, were soon interrupted when the abnormal feeling of something off with his legs pushed past the erotic haze. The itchiness. The heat that grew underneath his pants. In panic and with clarity rushing back, Frank suddenly recognized what it was. Grabbing at the waistbands to his pants and underwear, Frank looked down in horror to see dark brown hair that sprouted along his thighs and crotch.

Even worse, not only was there fur everywhere, hanging lower than normal between his legs, a brown ring of flesh replaced where his cock once sat. For a second, Frank thought his shaft was gone. Removed altogether. Mind still recovering from staring at his shirtless friend though, thoughts focused on the body of Chris, soon enough this ring of flesh revealed what it really was. Slowly, his shaft emerged from inside, the leathery skin at its base a horrific new sheathe. The pointed tip of his mutated cock leisurely sliding out inch by inch, Frank wanted nothing else but to scream as loud as possible. Flushed in a combination of embarrassment and arousal, not wanting to see anymore of this horrible transformation on his body, Frank shifted his head up, letting go of the band on his pants to shield himself.

Snapping himself out of his own trance-like state of admiration towards his new coat of fur, Chris looked up to see Frank looking like he’d seen a ghost. Immediately he knew something was just as wrong with him.

“Not you too?” Chris managed to ask, already knowing the answer.

“It's…..I…I got it on my legs.” Frank diffidently responded.

“Show me.”

Not wanting to delve into just how much his lower extremities had changed, Frank slowly pushed his pants down leaving his underwear barely hanging on. As they lowered to his knees, Chris was given a complete view of thighs covered in fur. Though a different color than his gray chest, the hair did look to be almost the same texture. Animalistic in nature.

Chris’ eyes shifted towards his friend's lower body in shock. His mind unable to grasp what or how this was happening. Pants lowered just enough, Chris couldn’t help but focus on Frank’s underwear as well. The two had been friends for so long. He’d seen Frank in his underwear probably countless times at this point. Before it was something he'd never given a second glance, but now he could only stare in awe. The underwear barely contained what was underneath. He could practically see the outline of his friend’s cock straining against the fabric. Balls underneath large enough he could see both of them pressing against, begging to hang between new furry thighs.

Strange thoughts circulated inside Chris’ head as he continued to stare and imagine what sat so heavily behind, straining to be free.

Was Frank always that big? Did other things change? I wonder what it looks like?

Awkward silence defining the space, this time Frank was the one to clear his throat seeing that Chris was staring directly at his enlarged bulge. Snapping himself out of his daze, Chris quickly looked away in shame, stuttering on what they should do next to break the awkwardness.

“We uh....we need to try to find some help or something man.” He managed to utter out.

“Let's pack up and get out of here.” Frank replied, pulling up his pants with a grunt as they slid over his sensitive bulge.

Eyes desperately trying to not look at each other, the two packed up their things in silence. Both of them struggling to wrap their heads around the impossibility of what was happening. The creatures from last night. Their own changed bodies. The weird thoughts towards the other. It must all be a dream right? They’d been friends since elementary and never had the friendship shifted to anything more. Why were they thinking this way? Particularly Chris, shamefully questioned himself being he had a girlfriend back home waiting for him.

Another loud crack of thunder shook the men out of their silent packing, both remembering the violent storm that had somehow gotten worse in the last few minutes since their discovery of the fur. Dropping his stuffed backpack, Chris walked over to the window and looked outside. Still nervous, he carefully peaked making sure nothing was standing outside again, half expecting to see one of the creatures again. Although he didn’t notice any beasts, what he did discover made things even worse.

The outside grass at this point was almost completely covered in a shallow layer of water. The storm, having continued throughout the night without pause, saturated the forest floor flooding their surroundings with inches of rain. Neither of the men had packed suitable gear. Nothing in the forecast warned of such. They still had four hours of hiking to get to the car. Their phones either dead or without reception.

“If we leave now we should be able to get back before the water rises any further.” Chris said, turning from the window absently scratching at his itchy chest.

“Is it that bad already?” Frank worryingly replied, stuffing his sleeping bag into his backpack.

A hand sliding over his chest pocket, Chris suddenly recognized something missing before responding to Frank. Patting at his other pockets, he looked to see where the figure was.

“I think I lost my gnoll.” Chris said.

Sliding his hand into his own pants pocket, the insides rather tight from the fur underneath pressing against, Frank quickly realized that his ferret was missing too.

“Wait, yea same actually. Mine’s gone.”

Looking to where the box of all the figurines used to be sitting on the ground near the fireplace, Chris saw it had disappeared.

“Did someone come in last night and take stuff while we were asleep? Chris said with realization, panic reentering his voice again.

“Jesus man who cares. They’re little statues. If you didn't notice we’re both literally growing fur. Let's just get the hell out of here.”

Unable to shake the feeling that something was in the house last night, Chris agreed they needed to get out of here. Both standing up with their bags, they quickly made their way to the door. Ready to leave behind this place for good.

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The rain, pushed by the strong gusts of wind, slammed into the faces of Frank and Chris as soon as they left the house, leaving them completely soaked rather quickly. Although in the middle of the day, storm clouds above painted the forest below in scattered shadows that made finding the flooded trail even more difficult. When they did manage to enter the forest and get some protection from the rain and wind by the surrounding trees, the two still had to stomp through the water and mud collecting at their feet. The insides of their boots squishing with each awkward step back to the car.

Chris in the front, looking down constantly to make sure they were continuing on the path of the trail, and Frank behind, staring ahead to not lose his friend, the duo sluggishly progressed into the woods. Hiking in silence, the surrounding wind too loud anyway for conversation, they couldn’t help but let their minds wander. Chris’ head focused upon the figurines they found and now lost. He specifically remembered putting it in his chest pocket and thought to himself that Frank put his ferret similarly in his pants.

It couldn’t be a coincidence where we put our figures, is where this fur is growing too? He thought. Though the impossibility of it all kept Chris from making any final conclusions as he slowly trekked through the mud.

His entire body wet, Chris’ didn’t appreciate the strange new annoyance of the fur underneath his sweater. He could feel the hairs soaked from the rain adding pounds of additional weight to his body. It was a gross sensation that he didn’t enjoy and the thought of basking in the hot sun after they got home was one of the few things keeping him moving forward. Though such thought was something strange he hadn’t particularly enjoyed before.

In the meantime, Frank continued following behind. His body equally drenched, he found his own furs absorbing the water with a filthy feeling. The skin underneath chilled from the storm, he had to fight against the urge to look down again, questioning whether the hairs had grown any more on his legs. He almost wished the fur was dry so it could keep him warm from the winds that continually pushed against his frame, trying to move him off the trail.

Looking forward, Frank looked at Chris struggling on the flooded path ahead as well. His eyes shifted down where, despite the raging storm around them, tried to sneak a glance at the backside of his friend. The pants on Chris saturated with moisture, Frank could just make out the colorful underwear underneath. Chris’ butt swaying with each step, the gross surroundings of the storm seemed to hush in Frank’s mind as he continued his lowered hypnotic stare.

God, Did Chris always have such a nice ass? He thought, in no way horrified with the thinking.

Quickening his pace enough to get a better view, Frank let his imagination swarm with temptation. Not even the rain slapping across his face keeping the lewd thoughts at bay. Getting closer and closer with each squished step, he was just within arms reach. Watching with zealous eyes at the slightly bouncing ass of Chris that shook side to side. Desperate for a squeeze maybe, Frank moved even quicker barely noticing Chris had stopped ahead.

Eyes lowered, Frank slammed into the behind of Chris. His groin pushing against the ass of his friend.

“Jesus man lookout.” Chris yelled over the wind.

Snapped out of his stupor once again, despite being so close to what he wanted, Frank quickly readjusted himself and pulled back to look over Chris’ shoulders.

The reasoning Chris had stopped quickly became apparent, both men staring ahead at a trail that no longer existed. Completely washed away, the trickle of a stream the men had walked over the day prior, was now a full blown river. Frank and Chris watched the water push violently past, loud sounds of waves crashing against rocks putting into question if they could continue forward.

“Do you think we can cross it?” Frank shouted over its roar.

“Man, it looks pretty deep. I….I don’t know.”

“Well what the fuck should we do?”

The sound of the rain and the river dominated the sounds of the forest as the two thought of possible solutions.

“To be honest, I think our only option at this point is…..is to go back to the cabin and wait out the storm.” Chris helplessly determined.

“Are you kidding me?! How is that the best option?” Frank yelled.

“I don’t know man! I’m wet and cold. The storm seems to be getting worse. This god damn fur is annoying the crap out of me. What else are we gonna do? We can’t go forward! We need to go back!”

Despite hating that Chris was correct, Frank knew deep down it was their best option. It wasn’t safe to stay outside. They couldn’t swim through the river. At least the cabin provided some protection. Thoughts of the fireplace warmly drying his body giving some motivation to turn around as well.

“Sorry, yeah you’re right man. Let's turn around.” Frank defeatedly responded after a long pause.

Taking the lead this time, scared of how little control he had a few seconds ago, Frank made sure to keep the view of his friend’s backside behind him. Following their muddied footsteps left behind in the trail, the two managed to make it to the cabin just in time for the storm to enter into a new band of strength. Its power like a tropical storm that appeared out of nowhere.

Kicking open the door, they stumbled into the house with heavy breaths of exhaustion, water dripping onto the floor below from their soaked clothes and bodies.

“You think you can get the fire going again?” Chris panted over chattering teeth, bent over with his hands on his knees.

“Yea……yea there should be enough wood. Lemme see.” Frank replied, walking slowly into their sleeping space once again.

Throwing their wet bags into the corner, it didn’t take long for Frank to get a roaring fire going again with the large amount of wood conveniently stored on the side. Neither men having packed a large amount of clothing, everything in their bags was wet. Both shivering, hands outstretched towards the warm fire, Frank broke the silence.

“I hate to be the one to say this, but if we want to stay warm tonight, we need to get these clothes dry. We should take them off and hang them.” He said, partially out of knowing it to be true though in the back of his head he couldn’t wait to see a little more of Chris.

“Yea…alright.” Chris said without much debate, tugging his wet sweatshirt over his head and hanging it by the fireplace mantel.

Frank, unable to resist, watched his shirtless friend from behind. Admiring his soaked coat underneath, which despite being wet, had some strange alluring nature to it still. It was hard to tell, but it even looked like more fur had grown since this morning. The biceps on his arms and lower abs sporting a fine dusting of the hairs as well.

Reddening in arousal and embarrassment, Frank grabbed his own shirt and walked to hang it next to Chris. The two standing just near the other, the fire reflecting off their damp skin, for a second they stared with quick glances of awkwardness towards the other. Frank, barely able to contain himself, broke his gaze desperately looking back to the fire afraid of what might happen if he kept admiring his friend.

“If……if I remember there were some big old blankets in one of the nearby rooms. Lemme grab them.” Chris said, quickly turning away to get away from the awkward situation.

Watching as Chris left the living room, Frank took the opportunity to remove his socks and pants. Slowly sliding them off, he waited with both anticipation and dread at the sight of his bulge. Barely managing to lower his pants past his groin from its size, Frank gasped with relief when he finally was left standing in the living room with just his underwear.

Stepping closer to the fire, his body shivered. The little skin he had left absorbing the warmth. Looking down he looked at the fur on his legs. Like Chris, it looked like his own hair had grown even bushier as well. His happy trail thickened across his stomach matching the same texture of the fuzz on his thighs. The fur snaked almost all the way down to his feet, leaving not much in regards to humanity to be seen on his legs. Frank’s attention was quickly engaged elsewhere feeling growth underneath his underwear. Hating the feeling of the wet articles, it was almost painful at this point how tight his bulge pressed against them, Frank slid them down and kicked them to the side.

Standing naked in front of the fire, for the first time Frank was given an unobstructed view of his lower self. His hairy balls finally hung free from their constraints, lowered between his furry legs and heavily swollen with need. Far larger than how they used to look, they almost hurt. Frank couldn’t help but bring a hand down to squeeze at them. The skin underneath rough and leathery, he moaned on the spot over how good it felt to just touch them.

The stimulation enough, Frank’s attention was directed towards the tip of his cock once again emerging out of his unexplored sheathe. Continuing to squeeze at his balls, incentivizing the growth of his cock, Frank mutely watched as inch after inch of his pointed shaft slid out and hung lower to the floor. Pushing well past the length of when it looked human, Frank could only stare at it in growing lust as it hung and pulsed towards his thighs. Carefully bringing a hand up from his balls, he slowly grabbed his shaft almost scared of what it might feel like. Temptation pushing past any reservations though, almost immediately Frank’s entire body baked in new pleasure as he pumped at his new cock.

It was like something he’d never felt before. The length. The size. The strange barbs near the top of his shaft that, on their own, were incredibly sensitive and only fueled his increasing tugs. His mind too preoccupied with a new hunger, he didn’t question his new appendage. The impossibility of it. How he should be completely horrified. He simply gave in, tilting his head engrossed in all the sensations pushing throughout his body.

Two knitted blankets hanging over his shoulders, Chris returned to the living room only to see his friend standing naked in front of the fire, very obviously jerking-off. Almost as shocking though, his backside, covered in brown fur, sported a slowly increasingly in length equally furry tail. With each jerking motion moving his body, his new tail sprouted longer towards the floor. Almost as if pleasure itself was spurring more of his metamorphosis.

Chris wanted to shout, yell, say something. Warn his friend of the new changes. Scold him for masturbating right out in the open. As he watched though, reservations or discomforts gradually eroded away, increasingly replaced with suggestions and cravings that told him otherwise. Chris felt his own arousal bubble to the surface as he continued to watch secretly from behind. His still-human shaft rushing with blood pushing against his damp underwear. Rolling his shoulder letting the two blankets drop to the floor, Chris brought a hand down to squeeze at his bulge.

There was little in Chris’ psyche to challenge what he was doing. So much had happened since last night, both men were mentally exhausted and too weak to resist any longer.

Just need to unwind a bit. Chris tried reassuring himself as squeezes against his bulge morphed into sliding his underwear down his hips.

Enough doubt ingrained in his head, Chris maintained his distance. Not wanting to alert his friend to him watching from behind. Not wanting a shift in the enjoyable scene in front of him. Admiring all of Frank’s features. His body, the muscles, all that…fur. Frank had always been taller before and particularly fit. With the fire casting shadows across his naked body though, muscles seemed to somehow be even larger. Frank towered above as if he’d grown in the few minutes since he last saw him.

Frank’s back taut, flexing with each tug against his shaft. His legs covered in a shiny coat of brown. Hairy thighs that seemed in seconds to have gained pounds of pure muscle supporting his growing frame. None of this appearing to turn Chris off though. If anything it only increased his longing, hoping or needing Frank to just turn around so he could see what everything else looked like.

Almost on thought, hearing the soft moans escaping Chris’ mouth from behind, Frank turned around to see his friend engrossed in his own love-making session. The two men, locking eyes, were given a full view of each other’s naked changing bodies for the first time.

Chris’ fur, still damp from the storm, sat sprouted on his chest in a grossly tangled and matted form like some wild beast. It was unnatural for humans but to Frank, his friend appeared before him in a form that almost seemed perfect. Hairs grew close to where Chris’ neck began, the formation of a mane yet to come. His arms equally covered in fur, replacing the large amount of body hair he already had. His abs, hidden with a new coat that practically invited Frank to come over and run his hands through it. More so, fur had managed to snake down to Chris’ hips, a southern direction of hairy transformation that soon enough would impact his groin as well. If anything, it was the visible human skin that seemed out of place.

Chris in return admired in his state the front of Frank’s body. Never before had he felt such a longing for another, let alone another man. Something about Frank though, it's like they needed the other at this moment. Particularly, he was feeling some new desire that Frank needed to be in control. In control of him, telling him what to do.

The two remained in an awkward lock of standing in place, eyes staring deeply in the other as they both continued to edge at their shafts. Neither understanding the horror of their changes and at this point neither wanting to comprehend them either. They were entirely focused on each other. Frank, more confident, was the first to move closer to Chris. It took all his restraint not to rush over to him right then and there. Little pings of memories of their friendship doing little to keep him from submitting to the animal he was becoming.

Chris remained standing in place. A queer combination of fear, arousal and interest all fighting for superiority as he admired Frank. The man was massive. Truly towering to the point the light from the fireplace behind was almost completely obstructed. It was the first time he was able to see him without clothes. Paired with the changes of his body, Chris was pushed into a speechless state admiring his friend.

The fur that originally was centralized to his lower body had grown thicker and now pushed up across his lower abdomen, coating his hips and stomach. The tail he had watched grown earlier, hung lazily behind moving back and forth as Frank encroached closer and closer. Of everything though, Chris couldn’t keep his eyes off Frank’s changed cock. It should have been abhorrent in its form. Animalist, hairy and extended to a point that almost seemed impractical. Its current state, Chris almost drooled the more he stared at it.

As Frank stepped close enough, time between the friends shuttered to a halt. Chris, still blindly kneading at his cock, took in for the first time the smell that generated off Frank’s body. A smell that burned his nostrils at first, practically forcing its way deep inside his mind with each sniff. A combination of musk and sweat that sent waves of honey-tongued persuasions deep into Chris’ head. Knees swerving, he could barely stand against the assault. It was something new for him. A weird smell that dominated his very personality and told him his place. Compelling him what to do and how to serve the changing beast before him.

Looking up at this friend, he stared at his strange features in an appreciation he’d never considered before. How handsome he was standing there. Taking the initiative, unable to resist his urges any longer, Frank bent his towering head down to push his lips against Chris. Almost immediately the two madly embraced. The lust that had built the past day exploded as reservations melted and they both submitted into temptations.

Reaching both hands behind, Frank squeezed at the butt of Chris before pulling his friend closer. Locked chest to chest, Chris’ fur sliding against Frank keeping him warm from the frigid surroundings. The outside storm and its violence eroded away along with any concerns of their situation. They simply remained with only the other’s body in mind.

Frank’s animalistic shaft grinded against the human cock of Chris. The two at massively disproportionate sizes yet both gave equally pleasurable sensations as groins grinded into each with a fervent frot. Both moaning in each other’s mouths as they fought desperately for that delicious and pleasurable friction. Hips bucking against, hands exploring their changing bodies.

Chris took in more of the scent of his friend. Its bestial nature sending his own pheromones of need into overdrive. It took every rational thought he had left to not turn around and present his ass right there. In return it took all of Frank’s restraint not to force himself onto Chris.

Their pent up bodies though, growing slick from the grind, the heat generating off, the fur creeping along skin, muscles sore from the changes, had other plans in mind then letting the men continue further. Without warning, the suppressed shafts of Chris and Frank surged and strained as both of their balls violently clenched. One last grind against each other doing the trick, both men loudly moaned, tongues still lathered against the other, as powerful orgasms erupted. Cum shooting across their stomachs and chests. Seed splattering into Chris’ already filthy coat. The men panting with absent bucks with increasingly sticky eagerness, their minds dulling to the point neither could see the other, only their sexual climax defining the space.

Both breathing heavily, their blissful experience slowly falling from its peak, Chris opened his eyes to look at his friend in front of him. What pleasure had allowed in keeping rational thoughts at bay, quickly let doubts and horror trickle back into his brain as he realized what they did. Separating himself from Frank, cum stringing between their bodies, Chris felt emotions of fear and anger develop deep within.

“W…….what the fuck did we just do. Frank what the fuck.”

Frank, still recovering from his own state of arousal, his balls and elongated shaft containing a much stronger libido, was too stunned to even respond. The buzz from their shared orgasm still controlling his headspace and thoughts.

Chris looked down at his body in dread. The fur had developed even more notably, the changes spurred on by the other’s presence. His hands coated in the fine spotted-gray pelt. His very fingers elongated, the tips of nails subtly shifted to a point like the animal he was becoming. The hair that used to be on his chest now lined almost all the way down to his lower hips.

His form having seemingly shifted as well, he felt heavier as if his body had added pounds of muscle and strength. His hips widened and his butt thick with fattening flesh, ample enough to be grabbed and squeezed. Chris was thankful he still somehow had a human cock and balls, but with the cum-stained fur around it, he was unsure for how long that would last anymore. They were changing so fast. Both mentally and physically with no solutions on how to stop it and it scared him.

Looking up to Frank, the man had changed even more than him. His almost entire body was covered in brown and white fur. He was taller. Muscular. And that smell, it only continued to assault the nostrils of Chris as he stood there. The only thing keeping him in place was seeing the terrifying characteristics that sprouted from Frank’s face as well. Still mostly human, the slight changes towards the animalists on his features pointed to the beast he was shifting into. A mouth and nose that slightly pushed forward with what looked like whiskers starting to form at the tip. A shaggy dark-brown mane that surrounded his neck and face. Ears that looked rounded, having shifted slightly closer to the top of his head.

He was becoming a creature like the ones outside. They both were. Immediately he thought back to the figurines they discovered and he realized what they were becoming. He, some gnoll. And Frank, that sexy ferret thing. He was terrified, in shock at the realization of his actions just before. Panic overwhelmed him, the surrounding musky air making him feel strange. Chris needed to get away.

“I...I need some fresh air.” Chris managed to utter before hurriedly walking outside to the porch, still naked.

Frank, coming down from his bliss-filled high, wanted to respond but simply didn’t know how. Opting to let his friend have some space, decided to go manage the fire again for when Chris hopefully came back inside.

For hours they remained separated. Chris sat out on the porch watching the storm continue to besiege their ability to escape. At one point, getting the whiff of Frank’s smell smeared across his body, decided to step out from under the porch and let the rain wash his body from the raunch that coated his fur and skin. Frank stayed inside the entire time, keeping the fire going and exploring more of the house to keep his toxic thoughts occupied.

Both men struggled in their alien bodies, yearning for each other despite all that happened. Particularly Frank, who had changed the most, found suggestions almost constantly probing his defenses to go out to Chris. He knew his friend needed time though, eventually he’d come back inside.

Rummaging in the old kitchen, searching through cabinets with a stomach that growled. Remarkably, Frank managed to find a box of Nature Valley bars, albeit expired, that were mostly edible.

Even if it’s raining tomorrow, we gotta try to cross that river. We don’t have the supplies to be here any longer, Frank worriedly thought.

Hearing the door creak open, a ping of joy that Chris was coming inside quickly replaced his uneasy thoughts for their increasingly perilous situation. Stepping out from the kitchen, Frank looked at Chris standing near the living room entrance completely soaked. His fur dripping wet, his shivering against the cold, he was a mess. Frank quickly ran over and grabbed the knitted blankets that were on the floor still and threw it over Chris’ exposed body.

Without saying a word, he slowly nudged him towards the fire to warm up. Throwing the biggest blanket on the floor and wrapping the last one around himself before exhaustingly sitting on the floor. Following suit, Chris plopped on the floor next to him, both of them staring at the fire once again.

“I found some expired hiking bars if you want any? They actually taste somewhat decent.” Frank said, trying to start the convo with some humor.

“Thanks, I’m alright.” Chris coldly answered.

“Listen man, I….”

“You don’t gotta say anything. It's not your fault.” Chris quickly replied, facing forward.

Frank, not knowing what to say, simply sat. Letting the fire warm his hairy body and at this point just happy Chris was back inside.

“The storm looked to be letting up. It's getting dark but if we leave first thing tomorrow, we should be able to get to the car and get some help. Whatever help can possibly do with our fucked-up looking bodies.” Chris said again, breaking the silence.

“First thing in the morning it is.” Frank echoed.

Wrapping the blanket closer around his body, Chris positioned his body to lay on the floor. Totally exhausted as well, Frank did the same. Both stared up into the rotted ceiling above, hoping the morning would bring better luck for the two and no more alterations to their forms.

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Chris quickly managed to fall asleep despite everything while Frank continued to stare at the ceiling wide awake. Turning his head hearing Chris quietly snore, he looked over to see the gnoll hairs on his friend’s chest, now mostly dry, rise and fall with each breath. Memories of their debauchery a few hours ago never left his head and he wanted nothing more than to recreate it one last time.

Since Chris had gone outside, most of the day Frank had to constantly fight against vile thoughts. He struggled to separate them from what was rational and what was immoral. What he should and what he shouldn’t do. An ever growing voice of dominance that told him to put Chris into submission.

Laying there on the floor, deep in thought, he barely realized one of his own clawed hands had returned back to his sheath, idly tugging at it.

Maybe if Chris was changed a little bit more, he’d come around to enjoying it? Frank suddenly thought, his mind altered to a point that the animal was taking control with every passing second.

Slowly sitting up, Frank breathed in deeply looking at his sleeping friend. Despite him desperately trying to wash himself in the outside rain, Chris still had a scent. A pervasive aroma of obedience that triggered Frank sexually, pushing him even deeper into depravity. He couldn’t resist it any longer. He wanted to feel that fur again. He needed to change Chris more.

Not wanting to wake his friend out of concern he’d panic, Frank quietly slid himself across the floor towards the lower half of Chris’ body. Two human feet stuck out from underneath the blankets facing the fireplace to stay warm. Frank saw the perfect place to start. Gently maneuvering himself, Frank and his gradually lengthening nose was just inches away from the bottom of Chris’ feet.

Pushing his head forward, the top of his nose becoming rough and leathered, Frank took a deep whiff. While Chris was outside, he presumedly cleaned them because the soles were somehow remarkably clean. They even smelled good, as if his friend had washed them soap or lotion. Despite their hiking, stressful happenings and being trapped in this forsaken cabin, they sat there begging to be touched and licked. Unable to resist the wonderful fresh smell contrasted to their animalist musk and forms, Frank stuck a tongue out.

Deep in sleep, Chris murmured and moaned but remained unaware of Frank below. Despite the wet feeling against his feet, he was far too absorbed within a dream to rationalize the strange yet pleasant sensations. Within his nightmare, Chris found himself standing in the same abandoned house, but he was alone.

Walking to the door to leave, he quickly recognized the thing was bolted shut. Sealed within the walls unable to be budged open. Going window to window, he only saw the same. Windows sealed, the outside replaced with a black void where nothing, not even trees, could be seen. Panic taking hold, he ran around the house desperately searching for an exit, the walls feeling like they were compressing against him. The space growing smaller. He yelled for help, his voice unable to pierce the outside.

The more he ran around the place, the quicker things appeared to be off. Recognizing that none of this could be real. Doors to other rooms bolted closed. The surrounding air humid and uncomfortable, despite him knowing it was cold. Turning the corner into the kitchen, Chris hoped to try one last window to escape this place and his horrible dream. Entering, he stopped suddenly upon seeing the same three beasts from their first night just ahead blocking his path.

They towered inside, heads almost to the ceiling. Their impossible forms seen in the flesh now that they were not covered by the night. Details that were only given a second to admire before, were presented entirely to Chris without obstruction. Fur, muscles, claws, teeth. The three stood centralized within the kitchen, snouts pointing directly at Chris with sniffs of curiosity and hunger.

Of everything on their bodies that scared Chris, the direct view given to him of what hung between their legs. The wolf, deer and fox, all with respective organs to match their corrupted forms. Animalist. Sheathed. Furred balls that hung low between their standing legs. Each one of them erect, eagerly waiting for something. The question of what they were waiting for pinging Chris’ sleeping mind as he continued to stir in his sleep and a tongue continued its gross journey along his feet and between toes.

Breaking contact with the beasts before him, Chris looked down in shock to see his own body completely changed. No human skin left. Gray-spotted fur covering every inch. In a dream-like fashion he suddenly had an elongated snout as well that pierced his narrowed vision. He felt ears twitch on the top of his head. Felt elongated teeth push out of his maw. Of everything though he watched his own animalistic shaft emerge from a sheathe similar to the creatures standing ahead. Looking up, Chris saw the three things smiling in cruel pointy grins. Tongues panting out their maws looking at another beast to join the group.

Wanting to turn, find somewhere else to escape. To look at anything other than these alluring animals. Chris realized he was stuck in place. His changed padded feet locked to the floor below, for some reason the underneath feeling warm and wet. A pleasurable sensation originating from them as if something was massaging them. Without warning, two clawed hands wrapped around the chest of Chris. Another creature surprising and trapping him from escape.

As one of the clawed hands came up to tease at sensitive nipples, squeezing and twisting in an almost playful fashion, Chris looked up to see someone familiar standing behind. Frank. His eyes match that same recognition, but the longer Chris stares up at his friend with happiness, the more Frank’s face slowly shifts. From human to a complete beast matching the rest of the creatures in the kitchen. And then it all goes black.

As soon as he saw Frank’s changed face in his dream, Chris, with a loud gasp, abruptly awoke leaning forward. Chest rising and falling quickly with heavy breaths. His forehead glistened in a stressful sweat and palms of his changing hands clammy to the touch. For a second he struggled to recognize he was in the living room, the fireplace painting the inside in a welcoming glow. He was back in reality, he thought. Such a relief though is shattered upon his eyes focusing upon Frank sloppily licking, with a fatter than normal tongue, across the soles of his feet. That strange yet pleasant sensation of pleasure and bliss returning in force without warning.

“Frank what the……”

Before Chris could even begin to question, a strong wave of arousal bubbled to the surface out of nowhere and quickly sent protests and doubts swarming within. It was the same familiar sensation he’d been fighting against since the changes began. His past mind of morality desperately trying to counter it. For some reason though, Chris wanted to completely embrace it. No more doubts. No more thoughts. No more escaping to the front porch. Each lick of Chris’ sore toes, coating them a sticky spit, incentivizing him even further. Relaxing on his elbows, continuing to watch Frank work at his feet, he decided to enjoy it.

Spurred on by the acceptance and his friend’s saliva, Chris’ feet with every passing moment and lick were resembling less and less what could be considered human. The bottom of his soles feeling heavy as new pads of leathery-darkened flesh grew in. His toenails stretching out and curving wickedly downwards, shifting an ebony black to quickly match the claws on his hands that clicked on the floor. He eagerly watched as each delicious lick from his friend forced more fur to spread and line across the top of his shifting feet. Amazingly as well, the very form changing before his eyes. What should have been incredibly painful, instead masked by his arousal, the heel of his foot elongated and moved backwards to better reflect the standing nature of the gnoll.

Chris, not yet fully believing he had left his dream, relaxed completely within the feelings. Tilting his head back in a loud groan, Chris barely could contain a pant that began as arousal warmed his body and changes spread into flesh. A long tongue that sneaked out his mouth actually doing wonders to alleviate the strange sensations of heat originating from his thickening fur and darkening skin. Hours ago Chris would have tried escaping again. Yelling again. Doing anything to stop this madness. The dream did something to him though, altering his mind. The same could be said for Frank. Both men changed from when they first entered the house but maintaining their strong bond, if not even more so.

Some lingering thoughts told them if they continued what they were doing, by sunrise nothing of their physical humanity would remain. Enjoying each other’s company far too much at this point though, they almost looked forward to it. There was little back home for either of them anyway, is what the corrupting thoughts kept telling them. For Chris, he saw the past relationship with his girlfriend was destined to fail. For Frank, he lavished in the imagery of no longer having to go home for more school or work. He could spend time with Chris just like when they grew up together.

With a long lick from Chris’ extended heel all the way to his toes, Frank finished his obsessive tasting as the feet finished their aggressive change from human to beastly digits. The perfect foundation to support a growing gnoll. He relished in their taste and loved that with every lick, the smell of humanity slipped away. Looking at Chris, the two matched eyes once again, and Frank saw additional humanity he wanted to lick off his friend’s body.

Staring into the brown eyes of Frank, Chris could see how much his friend had changed since he fell asleep. His face was almost completely that of that ferret figurine outside a few patches of skin left. A completely elongated snout of an animal, white fur surrounding his maw along with long whiskers that tickled at his feet still. A pinkish nose that Chris watched sniff and inspect at his own body. As if Frank was wearing a domino mask, dark brown fur surrounded his eyes and curved ears sat on the top of his furry head.

Additionally, Frank’s neck was massive. Supporting an insane amount of new flesh and muscle that, as they remained close together, grew even bigger. Collarbones painted in more white and brown fur, fat pecs that showed off pointy nips the same pinkish color of his nose. Strong arms straining with energy and control that Chris needily wished would reach out to grab him.

“Come here” Chris directed, unable to withstand being this far from Frank any longer.

Jumping on the request, Frank swiftly slid his larger body over Chris, covering the man in shadows before laying flat. A pointed snout pushing deep into Chris, Frank easily overpowered with his fat tongue the inside of his friend’s mouth. Chris in return occasionally feeling the strange pointiness of new canines inside Frank’s mouth. The animalistic breath that huffed into his own. It all drove him crazy as both their breaths grew heavier and louder. Moans escaping whenever tongues and lips didn’t obstruct. Their bodies grinded into the other once again though this time they both expected to last much longer.

Opening his eyes into their passionate make out, Chris for the first time watched his own face elongate and push into the snout of Frank like in his dream. Each kiss becoming a little easier as his own tongue plumped with new saliva and generated flesh that licked aggressively across the furry face of his lover. Frank giving a slight chuckle in reply.

Fur that had remained stuck at the bottom of his neck inched forward without hesitation, growing dense on and around forming a long mane that creeped up the back of his head. The tips of his hairs bleached white, darkening gray the closer it got to his hardened flesh underneath. His chest, the thing first to change what seemed a lifetime ago, grew even thicker to match the rest of his body, practically a pillow for Frank to lay on.

Enveloped around his head, Chris’ face became next in the long line of alterations. His face already extended, continued its crawl forward darkening as it progressed. His nose shifted black and wet to the touch like a canines. The spotted gray encroaching into his features giving him bushy cheeks and some hair hanging off his chin. The top of his head centered a colored white mohawk that followed his spine all the way down to his rear. Stained teeth extending out of his maw that showed off his hunger and lust to Frank. Ears pointing and growing large with new cartilage, the crude sounds of lust around them easily heard.

All the while fur traveled and grew along his different limbs, muscles underneath swelling as well adding pounds of beef to his frame. Not as big as Frank, Chris still was a force to reckon with and surged with new vigor that made their passionate embrace additionally defined by strength and lust. His entire body now changing, skin quickly becoming replaced, there was one thing out the rest that caused discomfort as Chris remained laying back-down on the floor.

“My…….my tail!” Chris managed to moan out in between kisses.

Separating his snout from the new gnoll maw of Chris, drool stringing between the two, Frank smiled showing off his canines before seizing upon the opportunity. Wrapping his arms around the body of his friend, he easily flipped Chris while turning himself to lay back down instead, maneuvering his own tail out of the way. Chris on top, stomach on stomach. Cock on cock. They quickly pushed into each other with a sloppy kiss and sticky frot again.

Rubbing his pointed claws along the back of Chris, Frank felt the new hairs emerge. Felt the strength ripple throughout his powerful body. Felt the sensations of bliss arch his friend’s muscles. The two, despite being engrossed within, eyes closed, tongued intertwined, could both feel Chris’ cock be the next thing to fully reshape.

Pointed hips pushed together, each movement between the men sent flutters of arousal across as their shafts grinded against the other. Frank’s cock, already fully transformed, easily out-sized Chris. Though with each buck, the member of Chris slowly shifted. Swelled forward little by little, similar thickened flesh developed along the base of his shaft. Balls pushed against the thighs of Frank becoming hairy and plump to match the gnollish fiend he was becoming.

The tip of Chris’ cock slid up and down alongside the rough textured skin of Frank’s shaft. With each grind, the head of his cock sneaking further and further up. Growing in length. Fattening in width. The opening constantly released a stream of precum coating both of their rubbing tools, incentivizing a quicker frot. The friction and stickiness making it feel all the better. The two were madly stuck in their rut. Hands exploring every crevice of their body. Both constantly needing the other’s cock to be felt against their own.

Just a little shorter in length compared to Frank’s cock, Chris’ own darkened shaft quickly grew thicker around its base as beastly skin formed into his new sheathe. Both men supporting a hairy shroud to hold their transformed organs. Balls underneath, sliding against the large orbs of Frank, swelled to match in similarity as well. A fine layer of fur coating its textured-wrinkled skin. The flesh changing color to a deep-bestial black. The nuts bulging larger, his sack constantly churning and sending spurts of precum as his prostate went into overdrive.

Sliding a hand down Chris’ lower back, Frank felt an elongated nub gradually emerge to become a new tail. Seizing upon the opportunity, Frank wrapped his fingers around its base coaxing at his growth. He felt the ripples of transformation push upwards as it grew longer and more flesh increased its base. Bushy hair coating its form leaving little skin to feel as his fingers rubbed along. The color matching the same white that lined his spine all the way up to his mohawk on top. Chris in return rolled his eyes. Never before had he felt such a strange yet wonderful feeling as this new sensitive appendage grew in.

Squeezing at the tail’s base, Frank’s hands inevitably slid lower down the backside until they rested on the rump of Chris. Fingers squeezing at the furred covered flesh, thickened and plump. Chris in return bending his back and pushing his ass into the hands of Frank, needing to be felt. Though feeling himself grow flush, the pleasure starting to overwhelm, Chris opted to take things slower wanting to draw out things as long as possible.

Sliding his tongue out of Frank’s maw with a loud gasp, with a pointed-toothy grin Chris delicately kissed the lower face of Frank before gradually shifting lower down his friend's massive body. A peck against his hairy chin. A nibble on the neck that would have left a bruise if fur didn’t cover the skin. Chris’ tongue slowly slid down the damp chest finding a nipple to tease and stimulate. Frank in return leaned his head backwards, grunting in approval as the smaller beast serviced at his pecs.

The pointed nips on Frank, although providing ample flesh to lust over, was not the final goal for Chris though. Sliding his tongue down even further, wet kisses across abs until finally he found what he was looking for. Without a second of hesitation, Chris opened his snout and enveloped the head of Frank’s shaft without concern.

Positioning his hands underneath, knees tucked behind, Chris became completely enthralled with what hung so heavily between Frank’s legs. The smell that he had tried fighting against the past day, an intoxicating scent of dominance that generated off of Frank, hypnotized Chris. His heightened sense of smell on his elongated snout so deeply pushed into his friend’s crotch making him bloom with passion, taking in more and more of the hardened shaft into his mouth.

Tongue sliding over the sensitive barbs on the tip of Frank’s cock, Frank could only continue to moan in pleasure. His own tongue sliding out his mouth in panting bliss as Chris sucked at his cock. Taking his hand, he placed it on the back of Chris’ head feeling his thick mane before pushing him down even further onto his shaft, forcing him to take the entire thing into his maw. Somehow, Chris didn’t choke or struggle, managing to swallow its length with ease, blissfully consumed by its enormous size, animalistic smell and salty taste.

Bringing a hand down, Chris teasingly squeezed and held the plump balls just underneath. Fingers holding their weight, feeling how swollen they had become. Enormous enough they barely fit in his palm. Thick with flesh they could never fit behind a pair of underwear again. Paired with the double stimulation of his cock being sucked and balls teased, Frank felt a wave of euphoria equally grow in his chest and push up from his crotch. Just like Chris, not wanting to finish so soon without his friend, he quickly grabbed the mane of the gnoll attached at his groin and raised him off his saliva coated shaft.

Unhappy to no longer be servicing, Chris’ disappointment was promptly replaced with fulfillment as Frank, still holding onto the back of his scruff, pulled his head back up into the warm embrace of his mouth. The two pushed into a combative kiss. Frank tasting the precum that lined the insides of Chris’ mouth from his own cock. For an uncountable amount of time, Frank and Chris remained together like this. Snout on snout. Fur on fur. Cock on cock.

Unbeknownst to the passionate lovers, while they remained on the floor, the door to the house had long since been opened. Standing over them, taking in the scent of the rut and new beasts, three creatures eagerly watched with desire. Their own shafts sliding out of sheaths similar to the ones of Frank and Chris. Pointed cocks leaking with pre, balls churning in unison. They quickly joined in on the depravity, claws pulling at their lengthening cocks. Two of the creatures turning to face each other and mirror the seductive kissing session happening beneath them.

The buck and the wolf that stood outside the house and terrified Frank and Chris a night ago now stood just feet away, occupied in their own form of beastly debauchery. The clawed hands of the wolf reaching up to grab the antlers that towered inside the cramped living room. The buck in return exploring the black fur that coated the beast before it. Both were familiar with each other as if they’d done this countless times already. Past friends like the changing men before them. Their snouts intertwined. Cocks equally at mass against each other.

The fox standing next, simply stroked at its shaft. Eyes shifting back and forth between the creatures on the floor and the creatures standing next. It couldn’t get enough of the scene playing out. An environment of burly brethren, each pairs intertwined and madly invested in the other. The fox wanting nothing more than to join between the new gnoll and ferret. For now, it just found enough strength to wait. Eagerly watching the rhythm of Frank and Chris quicken. Its nostrils pointing to the ceiling taking their new smell in. The entire room saturated with the smell of sex and creature. A sauna of heat that contrasted against the cold outside, forcing all their libidos to grow.

Chris and Frank, recognizing the presence of others in the room, cared little for anything but themselves continuing in their personal rhythm that slowly picked up speed. This time, it was Chris who took the initiative, no longer able to reserve himself any longer. Leaning up, separating himself from the kiss, Chris shifted his butt forward sliding back and forth taunting the large ferret underneath. Frank in return bucked his hips little by little as his slick cock slid horizontally against the crack of Chris.

Frank, stuck underneath the widened hips of Chris, could do little but enjoy the show and continue his thrust. One of his hands sliding to the side of his friend, grabbing hold. The other sliding up the sweaty fur on Chris’ chest. Feeling the muscles and strength underneath flex. Fingers passing over hardened nipples on top of bouncing pecs as Chris matched the movement of Frank underneath.

Eventually, their motion increased to the point, the pointed cock of Frank finally found its mark sliding past Chris’ hairy crack deep inside. In return, the wolf, the buck, the fox standing nearby all pointed their furred faces to the ceiling in a supporting howl that pierced the surroundings of the house and the outside woods for miles. Chris and Frank, incited by the screams of the beast around them, sped up their consummation of change.

Frank’s cock continuously sliding in and out of the ass of his friend turned lover. Chris eagerly slammed his lower body down desperate for the stimulation and warmth inside. He felt the strength of the animal both within himself and within Frank. Their changed bodies and minds intertwine, fully corrupted to the point of no return. The cursed figurines they had innocently chosen the day prior, now ingrained within their very souls. Leaning his chest and head down, Chris pushed his tongue back into the snout of Frank making sure to continue their rut at the same time.

After the hours of hiking, the fear, the stress, the storm, the men were finally on the verge of finishing their trip. Bodies sealed in passion, lust gradually spreading throughout their bodies. Chris and Frank moans became more bestial by the second, loudly pushing breaths of exhaustion against the other’s face. Their sounds matching the howling monsters next to them. Momentum quickening, Frank thrusted in desperation for release. Chris’ padded hands supporting his body, laying them flat against the floor pushing his hips up and back down into the aching cock underneath. With a final few slams, the friends were finally met with their crescendo after days of tease.

Driving his entire cock deep within, his shaft spasmed before it unleashed a torrent of pent up seed into the gnoll on top. In return, Chris’ own stimulated insides forced his own orgasm sending globs of cum to stick across the chest and stomach of the ferret underneath. Frank, in a dumb state, moans and kisses intertwining, continued to push his cock in and out over and over again, using his large new legs to support the bodies of them both.

The former friends continued at this before their rut gradually slowed. Left behind, bodies humming with a similar energy to what irradiated from their missing figurines the previous night. As if the statues were absorbed by the men, forcing their bodies to reflect its image. More victims to the growing curse.

Panting hard, Chris separated his snout from Frank who, underneath, laid entirely drained and exhausted. They were both soaked. Their fur lined with a combination of sweat and cum. Saliva and rainwater. Looking down though he couldn’t be more attracted to his former friend. Everything about him was perfect and he knew Frank felt the same about him. They were beasts meant for the other, changed for the better. Shifting his body, he could tell Frank was tapped out, almost asleep in his gooned out state. Though equally tired, something continued to murmur within Chris. An insatiable hunger. As if he needed to rut and be rutted even more. Turning his snout to face the three creatures standing over them, recognizing they hadn’t finished yet, Chris licked his lips in anticipation.

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Walkie talkies loudly echoed around the drying forest, breaking the peace. Two rangers walked through the trail searching for any signs of the missing hikers. The storm having kept them from coming sooner, neither had much confidence that they would find anyone. Nobody had seen or heard from Chris and Frank in days and with the heavy storm that passed through, the rangers hoped the two were just stuck from flooding and not worse.

Boots squishing through mud, the cops entered the familiar clearing they had been to a few years ago when another group disappeared in similar circumstances. A powerful storm. Not heard from in days. Only clothes and backpacking gear left over at the house. It was a strange case that left both of the seasoned rangers uneasy. And now it seemingly had happened again.

“They need to tear this shithole down already.” One of the veteran rangers remarked stepping over a large pool of water and mud.

Ignoring his comrade, the other continued towards the porch of the house concerned that the front door was wide open. Walking up the waterlogged steps he approached the inside.

“Frank?! Chris?!” He yelled into the house.

Silence provided a worrying answer that these men were gone. Victims of the same fate as the past hikers. Walking into the structure and looking around, he noticed an assortment of gear and clothes thrown to the floor and hanging up in familiar fashion to years before.

If they were stuck from the storm, why would they leave all their clothes behind? He thought to himself as he continued looking around.

Stepping into the living room, the ranger had to place hands over his nose from the smell. Like some animals had stayed the night, the place reeked of wet dog and raunch. A gross combination that quickly pushed the man to leave.

Curiously though, before stepping out, something sat in the corner of the living room rather out of place. Separated from everything else and not backpacking related, an engraved wooden box. Stepping over and bending to grab it, the ranger heard an assortment of things rattling inside as he lifted back up.

“Let's go! If they aren’t there we need to look elsewhere. Another storm is coming and it's getting dark.” The other ranger yelled from outside.

Curious about what was stored within, assuming it didn’t belong to the missing hikers anyway, the ranger tucked the box under his arm before walking back towards his colleague.