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The Changing Winds

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Fall had, for the lack of a better term, fallen. September had brought record heat nearly to the last day but at last the mercury was dropping. For Harris, it just meant one type of busy season was transitioning to another. The State Fairs were wrapping up and various harvest festivals were preparing. It was a good life for someone good with their hands, and even better for someone with a truck. Thankfully Harris had both. The twenty year old drove with one hand resting on top of the steering wheel, his hand draped over the other side casually.

The wind coming through the open window of the truck whipped through the curls of his wheat-blond mullet and a baseball cap kept the sun out of his eyes, though his well tanned skin showed that he wasn't afraid of the sun. His pale blue t-shirt was a bit snug over the chest and arms of a farm hand and his blue jeans were naturally faded at the knees rather than acid washed or machine worn. Even his boots had a natural patina from the sort of work he did most of the year.

Sitting next to Harris, Ralph wasn't nearly as confident. The nineteen-year-old's black hair was greasy from the work they'd put in, breaking down the fair ride, and his upper lip showed the vague fuzz of a mustache he couldn't quite pull off. His brown shirt had a few grease smears on it as well, though his black jeans hid them a bit better. Ralph glanced up at traffic, pleased that they were moving steadily even if it was a bit slower than he wanted. He blinked a little against the late afternoon sun, wishing he'd brought sunglasses.

“So are Harvest fairs easier work?" Ralph asked his friend. Harris was the seasoned professional after all. Harris gave a bit of a shrug.

“Other than big ass pumpkins and stuff, it's sort of lighter but more tedious? Lots of back and forth. So many hay bales. Hope you don't got no allergies." Harris smirked.

“Well, I got some stuff that can help with that." Ralph said, thinking more about the inevitable splinters he'd get. Harris chuckled a little at that, using his free arm to clap his friend across the shoulders.

“You'll be fine. We'll man you up in no time. Get those arms popping out of those sleeves." Haris chuckled.

While Harris was proud of his truck, the windows were open due to a distinct lack of air conditioning. The breeze was nice, but it did make it harder to hear. The constant wind and road noise was usually calming to Harris, but he heard a deep and reverberating growl coming up from behind, changing pitch as the gears changed. Harris looked back to see a heavy, bulked out motorcycle weaving its way through traffic like a leaf in the wind. As he looked at the biker on top of the machine, Harris started to worry that he had looked directly into the sun while driving. It was like some sort of photo negative. The biker's beard was as white as snow, but even stranger his flesh was a jade green. It wasn't just his face, either. Muscled arms, the holes in his jeans, fingers, wrists, ears, every exposed part of skin was green.

As the growling engine got louder, the reflection became clearer. The biker was grinning, though his lower lip protruded forward. While some men had such an expression because of chew, this white haired man's lower lip protruded because of the yellow ivory tusks rising up behind his lower lip. The tusks contrasted with his white hair and beard. Whatever color the biker's eyes were was hidden behind thick dark sunglasses, but as the biker began pulling up alongside Harris's truck, his grin only grew bigger. Reaching out to the edge of his handlebars, he flicked a switch and sped up, shooting ahead of the truck.

While Harris focused on making sure he didn't hit the biker or any other vehicles, he didn't notice the thick plumes of green smoke billowing out of the exhaust of the motorcycle. It spread out and fell back, rapidly spreading as a haze across the highway. The cab of Harris' truck began to fill with the stuff, smelling peaty, mossy, even a bit leathery. There was a salty brine to the smell that reminded Harris of some of his longest, sweatiest days working. Harris wanted to be offended by the smell, but for some reason he felt a stiffening in his groin and his nipples began to press harder against his shirt. Next to him, Ralph was coughing a bit.

“Dude, what was that stuff? I've never seen a car belch green smoke before." Ralph said, reaching up to wipe at his face with his arm.

“It was a motorcycle, not a car." Harris said, feeling more twinges spreading through him.

“Same difference, gas is gas and…" Ralph trailed off. He had pulled his arm away from his mouth, only to see green splotches forming beneath the black hair on his arms. More than that, the hair seemed to be growing longer, thicker. Looking at himself in horror, he watched the green pigmentation spreading. Pulling out his other arm, he saw that it, too, had been affected. Reaching up urgently, he flipped down the sun visor to look at the mirror. Splotches of green were spreading across his cheeks. His nostrils flared and widened, making his nose look more brutish. The thin wispy hairs of his mustache were rapidly thickening, darkening and lengthening. They crept down over his upper lip, dropping down the sides. His greasy hair was unspooling from his head too, growing shaggy and wild. Ralph started to pant and moan, his nipples starting to ache, his stomach starting to rumble.

Too many sensations were rushing through Harris's synapses. He felt a strange sense of euphoria and pleasure, but he also had adrenaline as the cars ahead of him began to swerve and pull off the road in response to the strange smoke. As the traffic cleared, Harris couldn't help but grin. They were going to make better time. As he grinned almost manically, he felt a throbbing pressure in his lower jaw. His bottom lip began to push forward as his lower canines began to swell and grow and extrude, deforming his dental alignment and forcing his lower jaw to expand. As he took on a more lantern jaw, blond stubble began to grow from his jaw line, the skin around each strand taking on a greenish tinge.

Ralph's grunting and moaning had been mounting in the last few moments as his shirt tightened nearly to the breaking point. His flat chest had developed pectorals, his biceps and triceps had swollen until his shirt sleeves cut into his arms and the bottom hem of the shirt was rising up to reveal a firm, muscled green abdomen covered with a dusting of black hair. Ralph reached down, fumbling for the fly of his jeans with blunter, fatter green fingers. He pawed until the button released and the zipper came down. He pushed his boxers down, fished around and pulled out his dick. Wrapping his fingers around it, he leaned his head back and groaned an exultant moan from his mustache lined lips even as the tiny points of two new tusks began to rise up from his lower jaw.

“Dude?!" Harris said, shocked by Ralph's sudden lack of modesty. As shocked as he had been by his passenger, the voice that had come from his lips was unfamiliar. It was deeper, it had more grit and base to it. Harris glanced in his rear view mirror to see splotches of green creeping up from the new blond chinstrap beard he was sporting. His ears were already a dark forest green. The moisture from his pits and chest were starting to soak through his shirt, making it look almost transparent. He glanced down long enough to see the defined lines of each muscle group pressing out against the moist fabric. “Something was in that smoke…"

“Maybe we're high…" Ralph chuckled, fondling his swollen, hairy balls as they grew larger, fuller and heavier. He moaned more, his tusks rising up nearly to his nostrils now. The last of his human flesh was disappearing in shrinking mottled patches until his entire face, neck and upper torso was green. A pop sounded from his collar, then a tearing sound as the fabric split down the back, revealing swelling mounds of green muscle beneath.

“I've been high, this is-" Harris winced at how tight his jeans were getting, “Different." he forced out, panting harder. More pops and tears came as his sleeves started to split and shred across his bulging biceps and triceps. While it should have been the last thing on his mind, he realized how much easier it would be to do his job with a body like this…assuming he didn't pop like a water balloon. He reached down, unbuttoning and unzipping to release the pressure, rewarded with a fat slap of his cock springing up to hit his stomach. Ralph looked over, his swollen lower jaw dropping, revealing his tusks fully.

“Dude, you did all that work without underwear? Don't you chafe?" Ralph asked.

“I've got a natural lubricant, it's called sweat." Harris said, still trying to keep from crashing. Ralph, meanwhile, was licking his bigger lower lip and tusks.

“I bet it makes it salty…" He said before he lunged forward, bringing his mouth down around Harris's cock. Harris gasped, swerving half way into the next lane before straightening out. He gasped, then moaned, then cooed a bit. He brought his free hand down, tangling his fingers in Ralph's greasy black hair until he got a good grip. He'd never known Ralph was gay. Had he been before the smoke? But who was he to argue… He tried to focus on the road, but slowly his hand began to pull Ralph's head up and then push it down. He felt the oddly talented tongue suckling and slurping at his swelling, growing green rod.

There was something especially hot about looking down and seeing that mustache framed mouth suckling from him. It was like something out of an old porno. The fact that it was Ralph, his most uptight friend was even hotter. Harris grinned, using his hand to keep Ralph going. The wet, lewd sucking sounds were audible even over the road noise. Harris leaned back in the bench seat of his truck, rotating his shoulders as they continued to spill out of his torn up shirt. His boots felt uncomfortably tight, but that was something he'd have to worry about later.

As the afternoon sun continued to slowly sink toward the horizon, Harris basked in the pleasure of Ralph sucking him off. His blond mullet contrasted sharply against his rich green skin and his fat, heavy, full balls popped free of his jeans, sinking to rest against the bench seat, full of thick batter to ensure his partner had plenty to drink. To Harris's credit, he didn't even swerve as he started to cum. Ralph merely pushed down tight around the base of his cock, gulping at the salty, musky cream his best friend was pouring right into his belly. In another few moments, his own huge green cock was erupting with jets of the corrupted sludge onto the plastic WeatherTec inserts in the foot well of the truck. Even with the windows open, the scent of the newly corrupted orcs was most pungent.

****

What exactly was Autumn in the big city? The dark alleyways were a little darker, the garbage gathered in the gutter changed colors, and the general funk the city had, took on exciting new aromas. No, for Evo the true sign of Autumn was the culinary shift. Everything he ate was pumpkin spiced or spiced apple flavored. Baked goods were coming back into fashion. Everything was warm for his tummy and Evo was here for it, even if the barista got his name wrong again and wrote Evan. Technically his name was Kevin, but he'd tried to rebrand when he went into his goth phase.

What had once been dusty blond hair was dyed a dark black. Eyeliner made his crystal blue eyes pop. Not only were his fingernails painted obsidian black, but so were his toenails. His undershirt was long sleeved, black and gray striped while his outer layer was a t-shirt with torn up holes and faded emblems for bands. Despite the cooling weather, Evo's pale knees were visible through the holes in his jeans and the denim did such a nice job cupping his bubble butt, further accentuated by the studded belt that ran around his modest waist.

Evo sipped his pumpkin spice mocha as he walked up to the street corner, his pierced eyebrow furrowing a little. There was a lot of honking coming from down the street and it seemed that traffic had been held up by a rather large truck meandering on a wide turn. Deciding not to risk jaywalking, Evo came to a stop at the corner with another pedestrian. Evo smiled a little, looking up at the young man's big hair. Evo was glad that some of the classic styles, afros included, were making a comeback. While the other young man seemed to be the same height as him, his full hair gave him the height advantage. As if sensing the appreciation, the other young man gave Evo a modest, kind smile. His eyes were such a rich caramel brown and his smile could brighten an eclipse.

Before Evo could take too long to contemplate what their hypothetical babies might look like if such a thing was possible, the ground vibrated and the air shook as the engine of the large truck shifted gears. The truck was a behemoth, the door to the cab nearly a story tall. Evo looked up, his jaw slowly dropping. While he had expected a big, burly trucker in the cab, he hadn't expected the bearded man to have green skin. Long black hair cascaded down across bare shoulders in rivulets and the beard that framed the driver's face was so bushy that his mouth was invisible.

“Dude, what a cool costume!" The other pedestrian grinned, reaching up to simulate tugging on the truck horn. The bearded trucker grinned at that, but instead of pulling his horn, he reached to the dashboard and flipped a switch. A deep, heavy sound almost like a fog horn came as a noxious green vapor began billowing out of pipes that ran along the truck. It poured and rolled out, sweeping around their feet. Evo looked down at the smoke as it rapidly rose, overtaking them in seconds.

Evo looked around the green fog as if they were in another world. He couldn't see more than a few feet. The smoke didn't smell bad, exactly. In fact, compared to the way the city normally smelled, it smelled pretty good. So good, in fact, that his skin was tingling. Evo blinked a little, looking back at the pedestrian, his eyes widening slowly. The other man's beautiful mocha skin was darkening, taking on a greenish tinge. It spread like watercolor across his cheeks, his perfect nose, that perfect point of a chin. It spiraled down his neck, plunging into the collar of his t-shirt before emerging along his arms.

The other man reached out to grab onto the crosswalk signal for support, closing his eyes as he panted. He breathed the smoke in and out, in and out. As the vapor swirled and passed across his lips, they seemed to swell and fill out. His lower lip swelled faster, pushing forward before two tiny bony white nubs began to rise from his lower jaw. His fingers tightened around the crosswalk pole, his hands popping and snapping as the digits began to expand, the palm widened and flecks of dusty black hair sprouted across the back of his hands.

“Are you alright?" Evo asked, surprised as his voice cracked and dropped in pitch. The other man didn't respond, lowering his head. He grunted and groaned, huffing as his tusks rose higher and higher, climbing up to his nostrils, then the bridge of his nose. As they grew and thickened, it forced his lower jaw to extend to accommodate them. His brow bone thickened too, his ears taking on slight points. In moments the last of his mocha colored skin had turned green, leaving no trace. His scalp seemed to tingle, his afro growing a little larger as the curls lengthened. The sheer mass of it was impressive to begin with, but as it grew it seemed as though his body had to keep up.

Evo stood there, dumbfounded, watching the other man's shirt ride up on a firm muscle gut, the sleeves barely making it around his shoulders as his biceps and triceps grew. His sneakers began to creak, to groan, to stretch and strain, stitches snapping and popping before they fell apart entirely. Evo looked down to see large, supple feet explode from the inside. Apparently he hadn't been wearing socks. The new, plump, perfect digits wriggled as the brown turned to green, the ivory of his toenails a sharp contrast. His pants rode up at the ankles and down at the waist, slinking down around a curved, bubble butt that put Evo's to shame. As the pants slunk down, they revealed an incredibly thick, soft pelt of black hair just below his navel. Evo wanted to run his fingers through it, that or his tongue.

“Fuck…" The other man grunted, his voice now deep and rich. His tusks were so tall and proud, framing his face. He turned and looked at Evo, his caramel eyes now an intense yellow. The huge afro, the huge tusks, the thick brow, the faint black stubble growing from his chin. When he looked at Evo, it made him quiver from head to toe. Evo swallowed a little and nodded.

“Y-yeah…." He replied, as if the original statement had been a request. His unexpected partner only grinned more, pressing forward. He grabbed Evo's head, tangling green fingers in that dyed black hair. Evo was pulled into a merciless kiss where an incredibly long and dexterous tongue plunged deep into his mouth, slithering in and out.

Evo grunted and moaned, not fighting it. He pressed his groin to the other man's, feeling with surprise at just how much more ample his own manhood had become. The rock hard trunk of flesh pressing against him was just as impressive. As he ground against his partner and indulged in his talented tongue, Evo felt his own bottom lip throbbing. It felt as if it had gone to sleep and woken up buzzing with the static of sudden circulation. There was an odd grinding as the other man's tusks began grinding against his own forming ones.

Pale pink flesh faded gradually to a dark lime green. The black dye in Evo's hair seemed to sizzle and dissolve, leaving not blond hair behind but bright white. It worked from root to tips, coming in streaks until Evo's head was framed in a flock of white. While Evo seemed fixated on his own change, it seemed his partner was ready for more. Evo shivered as he felt strong fingers drawing his zipper down before he reached up, grabbed a beam of the crosswalk signal and pulled himself up from the ground.

Evo gasped as the other orc slid legs around his waist and started shimmying, causing his pants to slink down until that perfect forest green bubble butt was exposed for any that could see through the green haze. The gymnastic orc lowered himself from the crosswalk beam, sliding one arm around Evo's shoulders and then the other before his ass came down. Evo grunted, clenching the muscles in his groin to make his rapidly fattening cock spring up, slapping that ass like a hot dog in a bun. His partner gave a tusky grin before he lifted up a little, repositioned and came down once more.

Hot breath exhaled steadily from Evo's growing lungs as his cock began sinking into that hot, welcoming orifice. Both young men seemed to be indulging, feeling inch after inch enveloped in that embrace. As much as Evo was enjoying it, his partner seemed to be even more into it. He began to bounce his hips up and down, working that cock deeper and deeper. He tightened the grip of his legs around Evo's legs, managing to wriggle further and increase the friction.

“Oh yeah, you can do this Omari! Take that cock!" The gymnastic orc groaned, his voice svelte and smooth. Evo panted a little, looking up with intrigue.

“You're Omari? I'm… I'm Evo!" He groaned, thrusting harder, groaning as he felt his cock extending inside the other man's ass like some sort of demented snake.

“Oh yeah… I've got my name on my underwear too, but you're facing the wrong way to see it." Omari said, apparently having better breath control while being fucked. Evo grinned a little at that.

“I don't think I see much underwear in our future." Evo said. Omari let out a small whoop.

“I like you, Evo…" He said before he leaned down closer, “I'll like you even more if you fuck me stupid." he whispered. Evo grinned at that, moving his hands to Omari's hips.

All in the midst of the green haze of transformative smoke, Evo was giving it his all. He was bouncing another young man on his lap, sending nearly a foot of lime green cock into dark green ass cheeks. Omari's cock was slapping against his chest as it swelled and fattened. The mushroom shaped tip of the other man's shaft began to tighten and firm, stretching and contracting. The tip began to blunt and flare, widening outward as the shaft thickened. In mere moments it stopped looking human, especially as a ridge of cartilage like rubbery flesh bulged out of the middle, leaving Evo's partner truly hung like a horse.

It had been a struggle at first to hold Omari up, especially as they started thrusting, but the longer Evo went at it, the easier it was. The reason was that his body was using the stimulus to drive the mutation. His calves bulged out tightly in his pants, his thighs and hips thickening. The pectorals being assaulted by the slapping horse cock fattened up and bulged, his nipples widening dramatically before the nubs thickened and protruded. Even Evo's white hair was growing longer, starting to spill across his shoulders and slink down his back.

A white fuzz began to blossom across Evo's cheeks like frost on dewy grass, soft and even and subtle. He growled, the sound deepening as it came from out of his thick lips. He looked up with hunger at Omari, the other Orc's handsome face, his huge afro, his sideburns, his pointed ears. They were primal, they were beasts, they were such manly orcs. Evo ground deeper and harder, getting twelve inches into Omari's ass, then thirteen, then fourteen. Omari's eyes rolled into the back of his head as he threw it back, howling out, unrepentant for his horniness. He dug his fingers into Evo's broadening back and then howled out louder.

A few pearly white spurts of cum splattered across Evo's chin and throat before a far thicker, custard-like yellow orc cum began to sputter and spray across his chest. Evo growled and lowered his head, straining before he caught the flat blunt equine-like head of Omari's cock in his mouth. As he gulped down the spicy, musky orc seed, his own balls began to swell and grow, slapping back and forth between his powerful legs. Evo leaned into the change, using his thrusts to get his balls swinging, feeling them arc back and forth as they grew heavier and bigger, more complex, his prostate lighting up like a Christmas tree.

“Do it! Do it Evo, fill me!" Omari begged, his voice a little affected by his thick tusks. Evo merely growled in response, grinding against him before he tightened his muscles up. Suddenly Evo gave one more thrust to get as deep as he could, truly plumbing Omari's depths before those huge balls unleashed their bounty. That same thick orc cum began pumping into Omari's hungry ass, being pulled deeper in by his undulating, pulsing, ass that seemed like it was trying to milk Evo. In fact, it really was milking him. His long cock was being massaged base to tip by Omari's ass, the seed pulled out of his cock and drawn up into him. Evo didn't know how or why, but it was delightful.

Pulling his messy, salty lips from Omari's cock, he strained and nuzzled upwards until he found his partner's lips again. Tangled like a pretzel, the orcs still found a way to kiss. Their tongues wrestled one another messily, saliva leaking out and running down their chins, their tusks clattering and clacking against one another. They didn't care. They were horny, they were in lust and quite possibly love. Evo was certainly fantasizing about the early morning sunlight bouncing off the absolute shelf of a bubble butt that Omari sported, and Omari was already dreaming of his belly bulging with how much cum his partner could give him. The fantasies only fueled their kissing, their hands gripping one another more tightly. Whatever this was, they were grateful for the changing winds.

****

The klaxon cut through the barracks of the Anti-Transformation League as it had originally been designed to do. All off-duty activities came to an abrupt end, just as they had in the drills. Footfalls echoed in the stairwells and the locker room was rapidly filling up. Carson was one of the first to make it to his locker, pulling open the gray metal panel that secured his field gear. The ATL fell somewhere between a civil and military organization, trying to deal with outbreaks of transformation. It had been a necessary organization in the ever changing world. Carson pulled off his t-shirt and pulled on the navy blue body-mesh that went under the riot gear, glancing around.

Like most of the other recruits, Carson was in his mid to late twenties. His black hair was shaved short and his face showed an artful amount of stubble. The sleeves of the body mesh covered up the intricate sleeves of tattoos that he wore, but it made the dense ceramic polymer body armor more comfortable to endure, especially if they ran into something particularly nasty out there. Carson shrugged out of his jogging shorts and reached for the navy blue mesh pants in his locker when he felt something rolling across the floor hit his foot and come to a stop. Looking down, the object was strange. It was chrome, spherical, but there were grooves that segmented it. There was also a light - a light that was flashing faster and faster.

“Grenade!" Carson called out before the sphere erupted with noxious green smoke that quickly filled his corner of the locker room. As he turned around, he saw two more plumes swelling outward from other places. A few of the other ATL officers reached for their gas masks but their hands stopped part way as splotches of green began to spread across their flesh. Every shade of green was represented, but the changes were hardly limited to pigmentation. As Carson watched in horror, the navy blue ATL body-mesh swelled and stretched across rapidly growing muscles. There were grunts and moans as the officers looked at one another.

A particularly deep grunt came from next to Carson. He turned, his eyes widening as he watched his partner double over. Howser was already a big guy, but as the brow bone on his forehead began to swell and his jaw squared, it was clear he was getting a lot bigger. His short black hair began to slink down the nape of his neck as he worked his jaw left and right. The shifting seemed to be in reaction to the swelling of his lower lip. As it pushed forward, two ivory colored tusk tips began to swell up higher and taller. He reached up, clutching the collar of his shirt. At first Carson thought Howser was just choking because of the growth, but he gripped at the body-mesh and pulled. The material stretched and stretched before it began to tear.

Carson couldn't help but let his jaw drop as a thick, meaty, tattooed pectoral popped free, then another. Black hair sprouted, obscuring the tattoo beneath, but Howser kept tearing. While many of the ATL agents were gaining defined washboard abs, Howser's stomach was distending like a swelling water balloon. It was hypnotic as Carson watched it grow and grow and grow, rounding and firming and filling. Was it fat? Was it muscle? It was everything, stretching out beneath those huge pecs, those dark pepperoni sized nipples darkening to a deep verdant green.

Howser let out a growl of sorts, running his hands up and down his chest and belly, reaching down. As he tugged down his pants, his face darkened. Stubble blossomed in moments, the facial hair stretching centimeter by centimeter, extruding out of follicles. It had taken seconds for a somewhat large ATL officer to become a green brute, a hairy adonis, an absolute alpha. Carson couldn't help but feel his mouth begin to water as Howswer tore his pants free of his groin, allowing a fat slab of dark green to flop out, hanging down at least eight inches. Despite its weight and girth, it began to stretch and fill further, the diameter and length growing so fast that it pulled the tip blunt and flat, flaring over the edge, making his manhood look distinctly animal.

“Carson…" Howser's voice was gritty, gravely, a deep bass now. “You're not ready for the field! Time to prep up!" Howser said before grabbing his partner's head with one of those already massive green hands. Carson tried to object but he was pulled into Howser's huge green chest, his lips popping over a plump, pert nipple. As Carson tried to pull back, it started to squirt a rich, savory, salty milk into his mouth. Carson's cock and nipples became rock hard in an instant and his brain was rapidly rewired. The only appropriate response was to suckle this man milk. He latched on and closed his eyes, sucking and slurping and gulping.

Every swallow was a shot of pure masculinity infused into Carson's body. Protein fed his muscle growth, testosterone began turning his short beard into something wilder, and adrenaline made his heart race as the blood circulated the mutagen through his body. His skin rapidly turned green like a hillside during a spring sunrise. Bones popped, ligaments stretched, cartilage reshaped. Carson grew greedy as he suckled from Howser, reaching down to grope himself as his bulge swelled larger and fuller and faster.

Seemingly satisfied, Howser sat down onto the locker room bench, holding Carson to him, watching the young man's skin mottled and shift, the green spreading faster until none of his human skin remained. The locker room filled with the sound of tearing fabric as the body mesh couldn't hold out. Biceps bulged out of torn sleeves, green backs rippled with muscle tore down the spine of the shirts and pants split out along long veridian calves. Large hands grasped and fondled at one another as the ATL agents pulled each other closer, thick lips coming to kiss one another in the forbidden lust.

Howser shuddered happily, reaching out to grab another wandering orc, pulling him to his other pec. The orc grunted happily before he fell in line, drinking Howser's man milk as well. Howser looked down, watching his boys growing up more manly before his eyes. He threw his head back and growled again, feeling his tusks grow taller and thicker, distending his lower jaw. His rapidly growing beard began to ruffle and ripple as the air conditioner kicked on to try and treat the hot, humid air in the locker room. The system only circulated the green smoke through every crack and crevice of the room.

Helmets and body armor clattered to the locker room floor as orcs swept them off of the benches to make room for their growing bodies. The showers were occupied not by bathers but by muscled green adonises groping and grinding and humping one another. Months of training at riot management became subconscious ways to maneuver and wrestle each other into the perfect positions for fucking. The massive hairy brutes roared and growled in pleasure as their cocks reshaped, leaving each and every one of them as hung as horses.

Huge green hands slapped even larger green asses before they plowed each other, huffing and grunting and thrusting, pistoning their newly minted manhoods deep into oddly lubricated asses. Howser wriggled and moaned, grunting as he felt his pecs drained of the strange orc milk that his body seemed intent on producing. He looked down to see Carson and Cory growing into their own. Carson's black beard was full and thick like his own, but Cory's chin had sprouted into a long rope like tuft of thick reddish-brown hair that unspooled and pushed out inch by inch. They were good boys, the first of many for Howser. He was certain he could raise many more good orc boys. After all, the ATL was his home, his den, his commune. He growled happily, shivering with anticipation over what the next few days would bring.

****

The floor to ceiling map gleamed with the crystal clarity of the newest technology. Blue outlines delineated state, country and continental lines spreading across the entire world. The pulsating splotches of green showed where the 'Orctober Outbreak' had sparked. Cool hazel eyes studied the map, watching the edges of the pulsating green marker slow before finally coming to a stop. A scrolling list on the side of the large map showed the affected cities and counties, as well as what efforts were being taken to quarantine the area. Highlighted in red was the fact that two ATL facilities had fallen within minutes of the outbreak.

With a blink, the owner of the hazel eyes turned, reaching over to flick a switch at the edge of a console. The curtains that obscured the setting sun began sliding up into the ceiling along one side of the wall, letting in the amber colored light. A pair of helicopters swept past the windows as they headed out, full of troops to assist with the outbreak. The man stood there, his black military uniform crisp and flawless. His lantern jaw was clean shaven, though the faintest bit of stubble was starting to show from the long day. The officer looked at the only other occupant in the room, a nineteen year old that looked like he clearly did not belong. He flashed a grin.

“Well, you can't say the serum was ineffective…" The younger man cracked a brace filled grin. His long brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail, glasses resting on a button nose. Only the long sideburns that ran all the way down to his jaw hinted at his real age. He wore a white lab coat that looked more like a costume and the t-shirt and jeans underneath were hardly professional. The military officer nearly gritted his teeth so hard it was audible.

“Ineffective might not be the correct word." The colonel commented slowly, “The idea was to create a new breed of soldiers. You created a new breed of liabilities." he said, walking toward the scientist with steady, measured steps.

“The test subjects are stronger, they have an amazing healing factor, stamina, they retain all of their trainings…" The young man said hopefully.

“They are degenerate deserters. They stole government and civilian property and unleashed their homoerotic depravity on American citizens!" The colonel shouted. The young man grinned a little.

“So the test pool was larger than we expected… The second batch will be better, I promise." he said. The colonel growled, grabbing the young man by his collar, hoisting him to his feet.

“They better be, because now they have to clean up your mess on top of convincing a tribunal that we shouldn't be shot." The colonel said.

“Yes sir…" The young man said with the least sarcasm he could manage, “I'll see to it at once." he added. The colonel growled a little before releasing the scientist. The young man spun so fast his ponytail and his lab coat fluttered as he moved to the door of the control room quickly. With a swipe of his security badge, the doors rumbled open and he stepped into the elevator. He hastily hit the button and began his descent, heading down to the ground floor.

As the scientist descended, the youthful uncertainty and anxiety seemed to evaporate. His body posture shifted and the mischievous expression left his lips. The smile that remained was one of pride and satisfaction. The experiment had not gone wrong as far as Felix was concerned. He had designed the protocols exactly as the colonel had wanted, albeit with a bit of a fantasy edge. Their magnetic drive to one another, their urge to spread, their rebelliousness was all him. The elevator doors rumbled open to the labs.

Standing to the side, dressed neck to toe in body tight military grade mesh was a purple skinned orc. His head hair had been buzzed short as per military regulation, but the goatee hanging down from his chin was so long that it had been braided into a rope like plait. The white tusks rising up from his purple lips each had a silver ring half way down and a split mustache hung down on either side of his mouth in wisps strands. Every muscle looked perfectly sculpted. The purple orc looked up at Felix, smiling a little.

“Did it go as well as you expected?" The orc asked.

“It went even better…" Felix said, walking over. He reached up to caress the purple orc's cheek, leaning in for a kiss. A thick, strong, devilishly flexible tongue slurped in and out, wriggling around before whipping back. The purple orc reached down to grope Felix through his jeans, making the scientist murmur happily, pressing into it, breathing deeper and harder before he shuddered a little, lowering his head, “The Colonel authorized a second batch, but Rex, what if he wants a cure made too?" Felix asked.

“I don't particularly like the idea of a cure…" The purple orc admitted, “What if the cure went horribly wrong and caused a second wave of transformations to any it was given to? Dial it up to eleven?" Rex asked. Felix shivered at that.

“You are naughty… I love it." Felix whispered. Rex grinned, leaning down to kiss and then suck on Felix's neck, sucking until blood welled up and marked his skin.

“It is all thanks to you, 'Doctor'. This is going to be the best Orctober ever. You freed my brothers to spread our kind, and I will spend the rest of my life rewarding you for that." Rex said. Felix murmured happily.

“It truly is an Orctober to remember… And I think I better start getting to work coming up with more reasons for you to thank me." Felix said, licking his lips, kissing Rex one more time before he headed towards his work station. His mind was already filling with the green haze of possibilities.