Chapter 25

"So, how is the movement of the equipment and the computers going?" I asked. Seven spirits stood before me, the omega reduced to five as two more joined the assembly. Jesse stood right beside me.

Cetus spoke first. "Jim and Mike have brought the first two pieces to the mine. Pete and William have done the same. No problems have come up."

Next, Ursus added, "All the electronics from the store have been unloaded, and the one guy who isn’t a miner but handles IT for the mine is getting it set up. Before you ask, he is a member. The truck is back in Kansas now to pick up the rest of the special equipment."

Fen chimed in, "I am one man’s leader, and Cetus is the leader of the other two. I will ensure the process goes smoothly and that have protection if anything goes wrong."

"Let’s hope that will not be needed, but thank you for that," I replied.

"They are members; all members are to be protected," Fen assured me.

Turning to Arstone and Rangmer, I asked, "How are you two faring?"

Rangmer answered, "Well, Master, currently, there are no new recruits. We have been helping to empower the current members, training them in their new abilities and addressing their issues."

Arstone added, "We have also opened up the height of one cave created by the miners. We are almost spent and must return to our spiritual plane, Master."

"Yes, replenish your spirit energy. I will speak to the miners you assisted and gather their thoughts on the both of you," I stated.

The two spirits prostrated themselves. "Thank you, Master. We will do better once we are refreshed." They both faded away.

I turned to the five who remained. "Can they hear us?" I asked.

"No, Master," Ursus replied.

"Then tell me your thoughts on both of them," I ordered.

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The guys all agreed that both Arstone and Rangmer were fulfilling their duties as best as they could. Just as I was about to dismiss them, Ursus spoke up. "When we were one, omega felt something—something very different. If you follow the path you started, it is possible that he may, we may, ascend again. Remember that ascending is not a bad thing; it only strengthens your hold on us. I can’t say what another ascension will bring, but I know for a fact that it will only make us all better, stronger."

"Will it pile more problems onto us? Can it help us with the issues we have now?" I asked, tightening my grip around Jesse.

"It will all work out. I’m here, and so are the guys. Whatever happens, we will work through it. I promise."

"Let’s go interview some members. We need to get to know them, and they need to get to know us," I said to Jesse.

"When you talk to one of our group, we will be there to show him you are above us," Ursus stated.

Ursus moved us from our cave into the mine, where most of the members were working. I approached two miners who were practicing changing clothes, with slightly more success than what Karl could manage in the beginning. "Hello, could we get some of your time?" Jesse asked.

"And who are you, new members?" the larger man replied.

The smaller guy answered, "You know, these are the guys who bought the mine."

"Yes, and no. I am Keith, and this is Jesse. We bought the mine; we’re not new members. The spirits might have referred to me as the higher one or master," I explained.

"But the master is above the spirits. You’re so small," the same man countered.

I could see Jesse growing frustrated. "Who is your leader?" I inquired.

"Mine is Cetus, and his is…"

"Fenrir," the smaller man finished.

Both Fer and Cetus suddenly appeared. They immediately kneeled before me. "Master, forgive them. They are two of the newest members," both Fen and Cetus said in unison.

Seeing this, both miners kneeled as well. "Please get up; I will not do anything to you. We’re all here for the same reason. Jesse and I were the first two, that’s all," I reassured them. More men noticed the spirits on the ground before me and Jesse and gathered around us.

"That is not so, Master," Fen interjected.

"What part is not true? I was the first, and Keith was the second," Jesse challenged.

"Yes, that is true, but both of you are special, different from the others," Cetus clarified.

Even more men were joining our circle; a crowd was forming around us. ‘Change into spirit form and become omega as a spirit,’ I communicated to them. Before too many more members arrived, I declared, "My name is Keith, and this big guy is Jesse. We are the first two members." I received the same reactions as before. Holding up my hands, I said, "I know you have all seen the five spirits: Ursus, Cetus, Leoine, Fenrir, and Cobra. Some of you have also seen two more, Arstone and Rangmer. I am going to reveal one more. Omega, can you hear me?"

The cave quaked slightly. "Yes, Master." Everyone was in shock; the sound was nearly deafening.

"Please show yourself in corporeal form," I requested.

"Yes, Master." The word "Master" resonated so deeply it vibrated in our chests. Omega materialized, floating above us; the cave was too small for him to land or move freely.

This is omega—the manifestation of five spirits unified into a single being. When Jesse first encountered the spirits, they existed only as ethereal entities, lacking a solid form, for in their realm, only spirit beings thrived. After Jesse introduced me to these spirits, the one he connected with communicated with both of us. Jesse believed he could only transform into a bear, thinking that his bond with the creature granted him this power. However, Ursus, the bear spirit, corrected him, explaining that we could actually shift into any animal he desired.

Ursus revealed that when Jesse connected with him, he experienced a wave of overwhelming emotions. The spirits gathered around, urging me to touch one of them. On a whim, I reached out to two—the boar and the wolf. In that moment, they conveyed I was special, not merely for touching two spirits, but because my connection had transformed Jesse’s bond, intertwining our fates with all of them.

Later, due to what we had achieved—specifically, my actions—two of the spirits gained the ability to become corporeal for a short time as long as they remained close to me. Many more events unfolded, and before we knew it, they ascended once again. This time, all of them gained the power to take on physical forms. Though I’m omitting some details, the next ascension culminated in the emergence of omega, the entity forged from the union of the five.

"This is great and all, but it brought problems. The spirits come to different worlds to experience emotions and feelings, sending these sensations back to their own realm, the Spirit Plane. Normally, the emotions they collect are pleasurable, but they aren’t enough to hold their world’s attention, just sufficient to entice them back again and again. They have traveled through many countless worlds, and on Earth, they found me. I guess I’m an anomaly. What they feel here is unlike anything they have ever experienced. Their entire world is fixated on us."

"When I discovered the truth, I feared an invasion of Earth might be imminent. Omega assured me that would not happen because Jesse and I have formed a connection with them. They have become a part of us, and their presence would prevent any such invasion. I hope they are right, but deep down, I fear the worst. To satiate their world, we need to send more intense emotions to the spirits there. Jesse and I cannot do this alone, and this is where you and others like you come into play. This part, you already know, so I’ll leave it at that for now."

"We are here to speak with those who have had contact with the two other spirits, Arstone, and Rangmer. If you’ve had that contact, please stay so we can ask some questions," Jesse said.

’Omega, you can change back now,’ I instructed.

The five spirits now encircled Jesse and me. ‘Remember these two. If you see them, show respect,’ they intoned in unison.

As the crowd dispersed, I noticed several men making their way toward us. Many, while drifting away, did not entirely leave. "The two spirits, Arstone, and Rangmer, are not part of the original five. They are not bound to us as the others are. We needed more spirits in order to process all of you without issues. These two are, let’s say, on probation. Usually, when spirits travel to different planes, they do so in groups of five to ten members. Arstone and Rangmer are part of a ten-member team that our five occasionally join. They know them well, but Jesse and I know nothing about them. Does anyone have any good or bad experiences to share about either of them?" I asked, looking around for a response.

"My name’s Phil. The Rat guy helped me understand my responsibilities better. He also taught me how to make clothes appear and disappear. I know of some others he has helped," Phil said.

"Can any others who received his help raise their hand?" I inquired. Around ten to twelve hands shot up.

"How about anyone who received help from Arstone, the Badger guy?" Jesse asked. More hands rose from different areas.

"Has anyone had negative experiences with either of them?" Jesse queried. The silence was palpable; no hands were raised.

"So, if we accepted them into our pack/den, none of you would have any regrets?" I pressed. Again, there were no hands or words in opposition.

"Okay, I’ll take that as a positive sign. If you want to share a good or bad word about either, just think about it to your leader, and he’ll relay it to me and Jesse. As I mentioned before, they are on probation."

"You have been told that you will do many things after becoming members. I’ll let Jesse show some of these things. Starting with clothing and what you can do with it. I know you all are at least bi, so I won’t place a disclaimer here now." I heard a few chuckles from the crowd.

"Your up, Jesse! Just do some flexing, tear out of your clothes, then form new ones and do it all over again," I instructed.

"Got it," Jesse replied.

More and more men were gathering to watch Jesse. He was now only in his briefs.

"Can you explain how you do it?" I asked.

New clothes formed, and Jesse said, "I picture in my mind what I want to wear, and they appear. It’s easier if you visualize something you’re very familiar with, like a favorite tee shirt." He flexed, and his shirt ripped off. The new tee that formed was one of his favorites—a Boston album cover shirt.

"Imagine you really love this shirt but want to impress your best friend. Think to yourself, ’When I flex, no matter how big I get, this shirt won’t rip.’ Then do this." Jesse flexed his chest and arms, growing larger and larger, and the shirt expanded with him. Everyone was mesmerized by Jesse’s upper body. "When you return to your normal size, watch what happens." Jesse relaxed, shrinking back to his usual size, big but not too big. The shirt, however, fit perfectly as it had before, showing no signs of stretching.

"Okay, grow into a bear and bust out of everything," I said.

"Are you sure?" Jesse asked.

"Yep, they need to see the possibilities."

"I just got a request from my mate. I’ll only show you once, so pay attention." Jesse grew into the bear man. I first saw him change into his clothes growing with him. He was over eight feet tall now and must weigh over six hundred pounds of muscle. "While I changed, I’m still a man." Jesse kept growing. This time, his clothes tore off him. His body was growing fur all over, his face changing, feet and hands turning into bear claws over six inches long. Jesse was totally bare. "I could grow bigger, but I like this size, except down there." He was looking at his dick, which was showing. It got a lot longer in just a few seconds. "Still not big enough." Jesse’s cock was two feet long, and now it was getting thicker and thicker. "I’ll show you how big a load I can produce with this monster." He stroked his cock, the color reddened as he did so. His cock also got bigger and then he shot load after load, shooting all the way to the back of the crowd. Most of the men were enjoying the feeling of being soaked with cum.

"So now you’re done and need to get back to work. What do you do? You think I need to get cleaned up and while I’m at it, I should clean up after myself." Instantly, no one had any cum on them. In fact, no one was dirty from the work they had done."

Jesse returned to his usual self but did not form clothes. Instead, he conjured an Olympic weight loaded with an impressive 1,000 lbs. "If you think what you see is for show, watch this." He positioned himself as if about to execute a clean and jerk. At the last moment, instead of gripping the bar with both hands, he seized it with one hand and effortlessly lifted it overhead. "If you’re curious, I’ll leave the weight here."

"Showing off a bit, I see."

"Only following orders, sir." Jesse gave me a playful mock salute.

Several men approached to try their hands at the weights. I scanned the crowd and noticed that some men were becoming, if not experts, at least quite proficient at forming clothes. "If you really get the hang of it, try doing this." My voice boomed, amplified by Leo’s help. "Think to yourself: I want an outfit that will look good on," I pointed to one man, "you." As I held out my hand, clothes materialized. I approached the man and said, "Try them on; I made them self-cleaning." Without hesitation, he stripped off his old attire and donned the new outfit. I took his dirty clothes and remarked, "You don’t need to wear these to clean them—just think, ’I want these clothes cleaned and repaired.’" I handed the clothes back to him.

He examined them and exclaimed, "These aren’t just clean; they’re like new!"

"Practice, and in time you can do it, too." I heard gasping behind me. Turning, I found a man lifting the barbell. Unlike Jesse, he was lifting it like a real weightlifter. The guy was big, as if he had discovered the secret to transformation in his mind. "That’s it! You’ve figured it out. Keep going; think of becoming a bull of a man, a muscular powerhouse. Once you grasp the concept of change, you can become anything you want. Well, any living thing, at least," I told him.

He was doing it, and as he transformed, he stood up faster until he was fully upright, hands holding the barbell as if it was light as a feather. The guy had become exactly what I had envisioned. His head was bull-like, but with human features. His feet had transformed into hooves, and I could see a tail swishing back and forth. "What’s your name, if I may ask?"

"Roberto, sir."

"Well, Roberto, I think you’re the first to figure it out, but you can call me Keith, if you’d like," I said.

"No, sir, I think I should call you sir."

"Okay, that’s fine. So, what made you change? Can you describe it?"

"Sir, I think it was you."

"Pardon?"

"You told me to change into a bull of a man, so I did."

"Okay! This is a little strange. Can you change back?"

"I can try for you, sir."

"No, don’t try for me; do it for yourself. But before that, put the barbell back down. I don’t want you getting hurt when you change back and find the weight is too heavy."

"Alright, I will."

I watched as the man reverted to his original form. He was a big guy—had a gut, but a lot of muscle. I bet if I punched him in the gut, I would feel some fat, then be stopped by the muscle behind. "That’s good. You did it. Hey, Jesse, come over here."

Jesse approached, and I thought, ‘Ask this guy to change into some other animal-type man of his own choosing.’

"Can you try to change into another man-animal muscle guy?"

"I don’t know, but I’ll try it. What type of animal?"

"One you choose will do. I’m conducting an experiment. I need to find out if I’m correct," Jesse told him.

The guy lost his gut, getting more muscular and taller. I thought, oh no, I made him change. At least he can grow himself. He then shifted into a lion. Yes, it wasn’t because of me; he could will it himself. When he was finished, he was a big, buff lion man with a full mane and furry pecs. He was turning me on.

"Thanks! You proved me wrong, and that’s a good thing. You can change back now if you want," Jesse said.

"I think I’ll stay this way for a while. I think this made Sir happy," the man said.

"Be sure to show the others how to change into a new form," I said as the lion man walked away. He turned, and once he was sure I saw him, he gave me the thumbs-up sign while flexing his bicep.

"You may have set him off, but he’s in control of his body. What if we invite a few men to our cave, and you use your power over them to set them off? If they have problems changing back, you can order them to change, then explain that they need to take control of their bodies. The ones that are like that, one can go help others who haven’t been able to change yet," Jesse suggested.

"I’ll think about it. If we do this, I would want only three men, unless the guys are going to help, then seven men tops. If we encounter major problems, I won’t agree to do it again. Is that okay with you?"

"We would gladly help as long as you are their master," omega said.

"Since the guys all agree, I’m okay with your decision," Jesse replied.