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Chapter 1 -- Gagged

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~ Saturday, October 31st, 2020 -- 10:10 PM ~

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The bewilderment of the party members left them speechless for a few seconds. The sound of the crackling fire filled up the agonizing silence for a few moments as Theodore frustratingly tried to reopen his phone. There was nothing to do -- the battery was dead. Asher was the first to actually do something.

"HA! Who set this all up? This ain't funny, not at all! This is borderline creepy!" The redhead shouted.

"Did you set this up?" Dimitri turned at his junior, shaking his shoulders aggressively.

"Fuck off, bro! I have a fucking raid in five minutes! Why in hell would I even shut the breaker! My station! Fuck!" The younger brother cried in despair as he tried pulling free from Dimitri's grip.

"You don't go anywhere!" Dimitri ordered, roughing him up before turning to the other people in the room. "WHO did this?!"

"Calm down, Dimitri." Sebastian spoke.

"I can't!" He retorted, grabbing onto the shotgun he used with his cowboy costume. "If someone's gonna crash my party, I'm gonna make him regret being born!"

"Dude, you're overreacting..." Theo managed to say before he heard the charging of the gun.

"Don't you dare telling me I'm overreacting!" The host vociferated. "Someone comes here, shuts down the music and the party, then humiliates each one of us by telling how much of a dick we apparently are?! That screams like some fucking set up!"

"Let's just think a minute, dude!" The short wizard said, raising his arms to appease the tension. "Where's the breaker?"

"In the basement." Both brothers answered at the same time.

"All of us -- all ten of us -- were here when the current shut down! That means..." He exclaimed.

"That means... that none of us could have done the blackout, right?" Braxton said, his mellow voice ebbing down with the question.

"Exactly." Theo nodded.

"Then... that also means... there should be someone downstairs." Asher deducted.

"That's pathetic."

All eyes turned to Wesley, lying on the couch by the fire, another fag between his lips. The makeup on his face made him actually look even more like an undead person under the dim light.

"Why do you say that, Wes?" Jennifer asked.

"The voice, the blackout... all of you, even!" The stoner sighed, shaking his head. "If that guy tried to make us feel bad for what we did, he ain't done nothing on me."

"Dude... the guy you bullied actually KILLED himself!" Asher blurted out in astonishment.

"One less fag in the world -- that's for the better if you ask me."

"Whatever, dude." The beer-bellied marine muttered, before turning to Dimitri. "We should go check on the breaker, man."

"And check how? We don't have any lights!" Dimitri reminded them.

"Are we sure all our phones are dead?" Victor asked.

One by one, each of them attempted to use their own mobiles, but to no avail. Apparently, the one who set them up had somehow taken care to limit their resources in some sick way.

"But... my phone was new!" Jennifer cried, trying to turn it back on, tears welling in her eyes. "I really hope this fucker didn't break my phone!"

"Wait! I've got an idea! My charger is in the bathroom!" Mathilda spoke, attempting to walk, but feeling woozy after the earlier fall and the alcohol kicking in.

"Mathy, babe, there's no current." Sebastian reminded her, with a smirk she could barely see in the shadows.

"Huh? Oh... right."

"Wow. Good job, Mathy!" Victor chuckled at her, unconsciously posing and flexing.

"Shut up! I'm just tired, that's all!" She fumed, rubbing her hurting side from when she fell earlier.

"That's what she said!" Braxton and Victor shot in unison before laughing.

"Do you have any flashlights in here, anywhere, Dimi?" Sebastian asked.

"I think there's one or two in the basement, actually." Larry answered first, scratching his head.

"Yeah, that, and there's some oil lanterns in the shed from when we were camping." Dimitri added.

"Do you guys have candles too?" Jennifer inquired.

"Now that you mention it -- there's candles in the pumpkin decorations in the hall, right, Dimi?" Asher remembered.

"That's right! Okay, here's the plan: I'll grab one of those and head downstairs to check on the breaker." Dimitri stated. "Larry and Wes, could you guys get in the shed outside for the lamps and bring them inside in case we need them?"

"No way I'm going into that shed! I'd rather check on my stuff first! If someone's in the basement, I don't want anyone to steal my stuff!" Larry refused.

"It's the thing past the pool, right?" Sebastian asked. "I could head there, I think I've seen them before. They're the metal ones with the creaky handles, right?"

"I'm not going." Wesley rejected, not even looking at them, lying lazily on the couch, his dirty boots on the cushions.

"What now?" Dimitri sighed in exasperation.

"You guys can do whatever you fucking want, I'm not taking part in any of this."

"Dude, what the fuck!" Sebastian frowned at his carefree stoner friend.

"This is all the big joke of some fuckin' queer who thinks can outsmart us by making us feel sorry for him. Not takin' any part in this lame-ass stupid game, no thanks. No shame, no regrets in my actions."

"I gotta agree with Wes on that." Victor complied. "This looks like just a fag trying to make fun of us."

"Dude, if you're gonna stay here too, I think I'll stick here as well." Braxton smirked at his buddy Victor.

"Whether it's true or not, we gotta put the current back on or else that's the end of the night. I don't know about you, guys, but 10 PM is pretty early to end the party!"

"Alright, who goes where, now? I'm lost." Mathilda admitted, looking at them, hoping for a simple answer.

"Look, I'm gonna check on the breaker downstairs." Dimitri said.

"I'm coming with you." Asher added, seconded by Larry who also wanted to check on his belongings.

"Theo, are you coming with me?" Seb asked his short buddy.

"Yeah, sure." Theo shrugged.

"Umm... if we're gonna stay alone in the dark with Brax, Wes and Vic, I think, we'll come with you too, guys." Jennifer spoke, gesturing herself and Mathilda to their boyfriends.

"What? Don't tell me you're scared a wolf might eat you? Aroo! Aroooo!" Braxton teased.

"Wouldn't you feel safer with Captain 'Murica, girls?" Victor enticed, flexing both biceps in the light of the fireplace for the girls.

"On second thought--..."

"C'mon, Mathy, let's join our boys!" Jenny pulled Mathilda away, following their boyfriends heading for the hall.

After the brothers and Asher each took a basketball-sized illuminated pumpkin from the entrance, they parted ways with the inseparable quartet, leaving the stoner and the two jocks in the living room.

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~ Saturday, October 31st, 2020 -- 10:30 PM ~

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"You should have gone with Seb instead, Lar." Dimitri told him as the trio walked down the stairs.

"Bro, if there's someone who's touched my stuff, I'm gonna cut his hands myself." Larry murmured, showing his knife for emphasis.

"Yeah, but Dimi's got a gun, Lar. He would have been good with any intruder." Asher insisted.

On the bottom floor, Dimitri, leading the way, opened the wide wooden door and the trio proceeded into the main room -- the theatre room. It was supposed to be used later that night for a Halloween movie marathon after midnight, but the sharp turn of events made that plan very unlikely. The light of the pumpkin didn't diffuse much into the place, giving their peripheral vision a rather limited radius. The few seating rows that would face the gigantic TV on the farther left wall should have been only a few feet away -- and yet, they barely showed in the dimmed room.

Somewhere in the basement, a door suddenly closed loudly, eliciting a jump scare from the younger brother.

"Gee, calm the fuck down!" Dimitri whispered to his junior in annoyance.

"Not so much of a man after all, huh?" The redhead teased.

"Fuck you, guys!"

At the bottom of the stairs, the trio looked around for any clue, even if just hearing somebody walking. Yet, nothing seemed out of the ordinary at first. No sound, no sight... just an eerie coolness lingering in the darkness.

"Where did you think that came from?" Asher asked with a low voice.

"From the breaker room, obviou--..."

SLAM.

Another door slammed shut, on the opposite side of the basement. And a new one across the theatre room. Finally, the massive wooden one right behind them closed drastically.

"What's going on?!" Larry panicked, holding onto his knife for dear life.

"Shut it, Lar!" Dimitri snapped, putting the pumpkin down and aiming his shotgun at the omnipresent darkness.

"You don't get it, do you?" His brother snarked back. "This doesn't look much like a prank anymore! There's some paranormal shit going on!"

"You've been playing too many games, Lar." Dimitri asserted.

"Yeah, I think you're exaggerating, dude." Asher supported.

"How do you explain the fire in the fireplace, then? The voice taking over our phones? The doors slamming shut on their own? They're talking about a stupid game, but what if someone -- something! -- is just trying to kill us one by one?!"

"Alright, bro, I've had enough of this! Go back upstairs and sit by the fireplace, you pussy!"

Dimitri walked for the door leading back upstairs to show his brother the way... only to realize it was jammed and wouldn't open.

"What the heck...?"

Another door slammed shut by the bedrooms. This time, even Dimitri turned to the guys and his confident face shattered to appear stunned.

"Look, guys... we don't know for sure what's going on, but we gotta chill out!" Asher suggested.

"I can't chill out or even think with you guys around! I feel like you two are driving me crazy!" The host exclaimed, repressing his own apprehension by blaming them.

"Dude..." The redhead sighed and shook his head. "Maybe YOU should go back upstairs and let us check in on the breaker."

"The door... wait, no. I can't." Dimitri's confidence surged back as he realized he had his shotgun in his firmly clenched hands. "I've got the gun. If anyone's got to check it out, it's me."

The host looked at them, taking deep breaths, mentally preparing himself at whom or what could possibly play a prank on them.

"Here's the plan: you two, stay here and find a way to get back upstairs. If the door's really jammed, just use the door out from the Atelier. And if you hear a gunshot, or hear me yell, be prepared. Dad's got another gun under his bed on the second floor."

"Dude, if you think I'm gonna leave you alone, you're dreaming!" Asher said, offended.

"Ash, you're drunk and can barely keep yourself up! Plus, it's my house! If anyone's gonna crash into my house, it's my duty to make them pay!"

"It's my house too, bro." Larry interjected.

"Shut it, Lar. Stay and check if anyone passes or go back upstairs, that's up to you."

With that said, Dimitri, placing the light under his arm, went off to the left in the direction of the breaker room, shotgun in hand. As he opened a door and disappeared into darkness, the sound of a door slamming shut resounded once more.

"This isn't right... this can't be happening..." Larry muttered to himself, hitting his head with the pumpkin since he couldn't free his hands.

"Drunk my ass!" Asher snarked as he looked at the paranoid brother. "I'm definitely not gonna play the babysitter!"

Asher downed the rest of his beer and threw the empty can away. Holding his light source under his other arm, he took a deep breath and started following his friend's steps.

"Where are you going?" Larry asked the drinker.

"You said you wanted to go check on your things, so, go on. I'm gonna find your stupid ass brother and teach him a thing or two." The redhead said before letting out a loud and long belch echo in the darkness.

"Wait, Asher! We... I don't think we should split up!"

"Fuck off, dude. This ain't some Scooby-doo mystery shit." Asher groaned as he waddled after Dimitri.

The fire of his pumpkin alone didn't light much, but it'd suffice by the time he's caught up with his buddy. Left by himself, Larry faced a dilemma between going back to safety upstairs or inspect his room. The mansion's basement was large; yet he knew his way around well. Nevertheless, he couldn't help but feel some malevolent presence in the thick darkness suffocating him. In the end, clutching the pumpkin close to him, he decided to check on his belongings, knife in hand, in case anything went wrong.

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~ Saturday, October 31st, 2020 -- 10:30 PM ~

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The full moon in the sky proved to be helpful when the two couples countered the house and crossed the backyard. Otherwise, Sebastian, the leader of the group, might have stumbled and fallen into the pool on the way. Not that a midnight skinny-dipping was out of idea, but he didn't feel like this was the perfect moment. The air was chilly, colder than the young adults were used to -- they wouldn't be surprised to see snow falling down.

"Guys, how about we just call it a night and head home?" Mathilda proposed, yawning.

Sebastian, leading the way turned toward his girlfriend and offered her a considerate smile. The previously energetic Cleopatra seemed to have aged a good thirty years, agonizingly walking with her staff like an elderly woman. The other couple didn't seem as gauntly as Mathilda, but the sugar and alcoholic buzz had definitely worn out.

"That doesn't sound like a bad idea, actually." Jennifer seconded, watching on her drowsy friend.

"You girls could have stayed with the guys inside." Sebastian offered, resuming his walk with a slower gait.

"Oh, hell no!" Jennifer refused, stopping momentarily in their tracks. "I do not trust these guys one minute!"

"Wes would not hurt you."

"I dunno. He might not defend us either." The short girl shrugged, kneading her friend's back to cheer her up. "But still, feels kinda good to take a walk right now."

Just then, the Cleopatra started retching, leaning forward onto her majestic shaft before puking on the grass the alcohol excess.

"Eww! Gross!" Theo chuckled, stepping back dramatically.

"Are you alright, babe?" Seb asked her, approaching her for comfort.

The sickness episodes lasted a few minutes, the three friends staying near her for support. If the boys inside expected them back soon, they'd have to wait.

"Do you want water or aspirin?" Jenny offered. "I've got some if you need any."

The weakened woman nodded and was handed the water bottle. While they waited, the lumberjack looked around. The events that had just occurred in the living room still haunted him. Since then, a relentless superstition of being observed nagged the back of his mind. And yet, all he could see in the distance were infinite shadows feeding on the faint moonlight.

"I hope the shed ain't locked." Theodore wondered aloud, breaking Sebastian's train of thought.

"Actually, you should have asked Dimi before we get all the way here, Einstein." The lumberjack sighed, immediately regretting not asking either.

"Should I go back?" Theo proposed, looking at the two women whispering to each other.

"If we're gonna have to walk all the way back inside, we're leaving." Mathilda grumbled, slowly standing back up.

"We're almost there. Let's check first." The lumberjack sighed, growing irritated by the obnoxious attitude of his tipsy girlfriend.

All back on their legs, the quartet resumed its stroll toward the shed. When Seb had asked Dimitri for directions, he had a good idea of where to look for. However, the walk he thought would be short and sweet proved to take longer than anticipated, somewhat turning into a trek or an expedition. They had passed the pool earlier and were still on the lookout, following a trail between some trees until they finally made it to the destination.

The shed was not small by any means, almost the size of a modest garage. The door was, as a matter of fact, locked by a padlock. Before Mathilda complained about having to go back once more, Sebastian grasped tightly around his axe, lifted it and hit the padlock, breaking it.

"Here. No need to get back inside." He dismissed as he showed the way with a smug grin.

"Dimi's gonna kill you for that, bro." Theo chuckled.

"Kill me over a lock? C'mon dude. I'll buy him another one at the dollar store." Seb rolled his eyes.

Stepping inside, however, made the quartet realize the moon didn't light up their surrounding anymore. Only a small window above a wooden table by the right wall illuminated the interior.

"You said you remembered where the lanterns were, right, Seb?" Theo asked, having a hard time to adjust to the darkness, his glasses not helping in the slightest.

"I know what they look like, but I don't remember where they are."

"Usually, people hang them up on hooks or leave them on shelves, no?" Jenny suggested.

"That's a mission for giga-Seb, then." Theo teased, elbowing him.

"Alright, I'll let you know if I hit my head on anything."

"Guys, this is sooo boring." Mathilda railed once more. "We can't even see shit."

"Hey, do you still smoke, Mathy?" Theo asked, hoping she'd have a lighter on her.

"No, my coach told me I had to stop if I wanted to continue gymnastics." The Cleopatra sighed dramatically. "But wait, is the shed on the same electric line as the house?"

"Mathy, babe, you're a genius!" Her lumberjack boyfriend beamed with glee.

"Took you long to realize." The diva giggled.

Sebastian grabbed a dangling cord by the door and pulled on it, a bulb suddenly illuminating the room. Flooded with light, the storage finally revealed itself. To their right, the desk beneath the window was littered with various cans, bottles and clothes. On their left, many shelves lined up the wall, mostly covered with pool and camping equipment. On the farthest wall, metallic cabinets took place next to a massive red toolbox.

"So... it is on a different breaker!" Jenny spoke. "Mathy, you should have brought your charger with you!"

"Actually, it's not." Theo stopped after trying the interruptor. "The switch is not working. I guess the light bulb is relying on a battery rather than electricity."

"Oh. Well, whatever." Mathilda shrugged.

After only a few seconds before, Jennifer pointed out the lanterns -- all three of them -- on the upmost shelf on the left wall, next to paint buckets.

"That didn't take long!" Seb cheered, reaching for them without a stool. "And you were right, Jen!"

"She always is, even when it sucks!" Theo teased, wrapping an arm around her waist before receiving a playful blow in the tummy.

After Sebastian retrieved the oil lanterns and placed them on the table, Theo suggested they look after a lighter and a bottle of oil in case they needed to refill them. While the boys searched for the missing tools on the shelves, Jennifer investigated the cabinet. Mathilda, even sleepier than she was earlier, pulled the old worn bench from under the table and sat on it while waiting for her companions.

"Guys, you won't believe what I found!" Jenny exclaimed with hype.

"You found old porn mags?" Sebastian asked with a chuckle, shared with his friend.

"No, you maniac! Wow! It even works! I found a flashlight! And walkie-talkies! There's even a radio!"

The forest fairy turned around, pulling an old cardboard box from the bottom shelve of the cabinet and dropping it on the table. Swishing the cloud of dust away, Jennifer looked into the treasure box.

"For real! Sounds too good to be true!" Theo approached her, wrapping her in his arms from behind, kissing her on the nape.

"Ah! Theo!" She giggled, squirming into his embrace. "Keep that for when we're alone!"

"Yo, get a room, you two!" Mathilda sighed.

Her boyfriend let go of her, chuckling himself, and looked at her findings. Sebastian joined in and grabbed the flashlight, brought it to his chin and illuminated his face.

"Are you afraid of the dark?" He said in his spookiest voice possible.

"Dude, what are you doing?" Theo laughed.

"This is Halloweeeen. Trick... or treat, little ones? Mwa ha ha ha!"

"Oh! I've got an idea! Why don't we tell each other scary stories?" Mathilda offered, a wide grin onto her face.

"Should we? They are probably waiting for us inside." Theo remarked.

"A few rounds can't hurt, right?" Sebastian winked, shaking the flashlight for effect after shutting the electric lamp.

"I guess not." The wizard shrugged. "Alright, then. Who's first?"

The four friends alternated, each of them telling or inventing a scary on the spot to entertain their audience. Even after they completed one round, they were still giggling and having fun. Mathilda was leaning on her boyfriend on the bench while the other couple sat on the table, facing them.

"That was so bad, bro!" Theo chuckled despite the cheesiness of Seb's last story. "You can't just finish a story with the guy waking up! That's like... the most anticlimactic an ending can get!"

"But that's the point, dude!" Sebastian exclaimed punching his friend on the shoulder. "You don't know if it was JUST a dream!"

"Man, I hate it when the story ends like we're supposed to guess if it's true or not!" Mathilda chimed.

"But that's how you get your imagination running, Mathy!" Jennifer cheered up, grabbing another handful of candies from her purse. "Alright! Whose turn is it, now?"

"Well, I don't know about you, but I'm going to take a piss back there." Theodore said as he jumped from the table onto his feet. "We should also think about getting back inside sometime soon too. Maybe a few more and we'll head back?"

"Sounds good, man. And if the current ain't back soon, we can go to my place and keep up with this." Sebastian proposed.

"Sure."

"Jenny, do you happen to have your nail polish with you?" Mathilda asked her friend, glancing the purse.

"Umm... I think I left my kit in the car when we got here." She said, exchanging one last smirk with her boyfriend as he walked outside. "Or maybe I put it in our bedroom on the second floor with my bags? I don't remember. Do you want to do nails?"

"Oh, it's no big deal. I just thought we could do some, in the meantime, between stories." The Cleopatra shrugged.

"Wait. Why don't we take a short break while Theo's out? I could get my stuff in the car. Can you lend me your keys, Seb?"

"Huh... yeah, of course. But don't go driving anywhere!"

"No, no, silly." She giggled, taking her friend's keys. "I'll be back in a few. Make sure to take advantage of your alone time, you two."

"Wait, are you going to be alright by yourself?" Seb frowned, concerned.

"Dude, I did karate. I know how to defend myself!"

"But you can't stay inside with the guys." The lumberjack raised an eyebrow and smirked.

"Hey, sorry to tag along with our boyfriends!" The fairy laughed.

Sebastian watched her leave, feeling the tender but passionate hands of his lover caressing him. He turned his head toward his playmate, who was giving him a smile that made him warm all over. Without further ado, he wrapped his girl in his long arms and kissed her, already feeling an increasing tightness inside his pants.

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~ Saturday, October 31st, 2020 -- 11:00 PM ~

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The cackling of the wood in the fireplace was soothing. While not exactly sleeping, Wesley didn't look far from it. Braxton and Victor had kept on playing games and drinking in the dimmed room, but the void left by the absence of people and music gave the mansion an unsettling vibe -- haunted, almost. Even the last few beer pong games they've done had left the two jocks awkward. Sweaty -- and yet chilly -- , they sat next to the smoker by the fireplace, benefitting of its warmth for a few minutes before any of them decided to do anything.

"Guys, there's something weird going on." Braxton said, restless, his fingers tapping his thick thighs nervously.

"No shit, Sherlock." Victor gasped in fake shock.

"I think... we should look for the others. I mean, no one's back yet."

"This is just some prank." Wes expressed with annoyance. "Some dumb fuckin' prank. If they're gonna play on it, it's none of our business."

"You're pretty calm about all this dude." Braxton remarked, suspicious. "The voice mentioned a faker among us, right? If I didn't know any better, I'd say you're pretty likely to be the one who did this."

"Only an imposter would accuse another." Wesley shrugged, not bothering giving him a look.

"I gotta agree with Brax on that, dude." Victor seconded. "You're looking a hell lotta suspicious, bro."

"Whatever, guys. I said it and I'll say it again: I don't care about any of what happened earlier. And you want my opinion on this shitty game? I'll give it to you. Let's consider this whole scheme is true. I would have told them there was an imposter among them EVEN if in fact there were none -- just to fuck them up. Make them turn against each other. Breaking each other's trust. That would have been my play."

"Dude..." Victor muttered, mind-blown the stoner could have come up with such a twisted turnabout.

Agitated, Braxton shook his head and stood up. Precipitated, he left the two guys for the hall.

"Dude! Where are you going?" The bodybuilder called, looking at him leave in a hurry.

"Gonna check in on the guys in the basement. Doesn't take all night to find the fucking breaker." The footballer said, taking a lightened pumpkin with him.

Victor turned at Wesley in the couch, not moving an inch. The calm of the stoner was seriously threatening. It was like he was absorbing all of their positive energy, leaving them with pure anxiety and paranoia. While he was not a fan of these drugs, Victor wished he was as relaxed as Wesley in that moment -- steroids didn't have the same effect, unfortunately. They waited for what felt an eternity, but none of the boys ever came back from the basement. Nor did they even hear anything from them. Shaking his head, the superhero stood up, grabbed his shield for good measure, and followed after his friend.

"Wait for me, Brax. I'm coming too." He thought aloud.

As Wesley stayed all alone in the living room, a grin crossed his lips. He let himself sink into the couch, legs spread wide, eyes closed as he took one last drag of his fag before discarding it in the fireplace. After exhaling, basking in bliss, he gazed back at the dancing flames and muttered:

"Sounds like it's gonna be an entertaining night."

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~ Saturday, October 31st, 2020 -- 11:15 PM ~

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Asher couldn't breathe. The darkness smothered him as he felt like falling into the void. Through the dense shadows surrounding him, he could see lights form in the distance. Stars popped, exploded into a million fragments, illuminating the never-ending emptiness. Around and around, spinning faster and faster, it made him dizzy. He would have collapsed, but he was already on all fours. He wanted to lean down, to lay down, but an unknown force kept his head up. Tears welled from his eyes as he felt like his life essence was pulled out from him. Something was suctioning him from the interior, from deep in his throat. He wanted to throw up, to scream, yet he couldn't. That thing lodged into his mouth was stretching it. Moreover, he couldn't close his lips anymore, forced to keep it opened wide as this unnatural energy poured out of him.

Or rather into him.

Only then did his eyes open in shock. He just realized what was happening. It had never occurred to him before -- from this end at least -- , hence why he was not familiar with the experience. However, the truth had just hit him harder than anything before did in his life.

He was getting face-fucked.

The lad tried to break free, but a pair of strong hands kept him in place, moving his head back and forth onto what he could only imagine was a monstrously sized cock. He wanted to cry for help, to beat this fucker, yet all he could do was suck. The organ was so massive that only muffled moans would come through. He attempted to clench his teeth shut, to hurt the shadowy figure. However, he found himself unable to.

"That's right, Asher. You're doing great. Keep sucking."

This distorted voice again.

"Who are you?!" He wanted to scream. "What do you want from me?!"

But no words came out.

"How does it feel to suck on a fat cock, Asher? Feels good, does it?"

"No! Leave me alone!"

"It sure feels good for me. You are a natural at this, aren't you? You sure you've never sucked dick before?" The voice mocked.

"No! Never! It tastes bad! Stop it!"

"Hmm... fuck yeah... you're gonna make one fine homo bitch, Asher. A big one at that."

"Just... let me... go... please..."

"Yes! We need a big one to ensure you protect other gays, right? A massive strong guy for other gays to look up to!"

"I'm... not... gay..."

"Damn, buddy, you're already pitching a tent in your camos. Responding pretty fast, right, Asher?"

"No... not... gay..."

"You will be gay."

"Not..."

"And big."

"Gay..."

The sounds of inflating balloons emanated from Asher's body as his musculature started expanding, swelling with size. Already, the camo jacket and trousers were getting tighter, straining in some parts.

"And manly."

"Man..."

Cracking noises echoed as Asher's fingers and palms on the floor reformed, widening up, stretching longer, growing hairier in the process. The changing man's back was getting far too broad for the jacket, seams starting to split apart at his spreading shoulders. As the enormous penis jackhammered its way into Asher's mouth, the red beard covering the chin and cheeks thickened, bushing outward and reaching down past the bulging Adam apple, protruding from his enlarging neck.

Louder tearing sounds invaded the dark room as Asher's lats continued to spread wider. The belt he's put on to hold the camo pants was growing more constricting by the second as even his middle -- good old beer gut -- expanded and swelled a bit from the countless amounts of precum that oozed directly into his stomach. Using one hand to help himself, Asher managed to undo the buckle, which resulted in blasting the button and zipper of his trousers.

"Look at you, Asher. Already looking much tougher... and, deep down, so much gayer."

"Tough... gay..."

Asher felt a burning shiver run down his spine. He would have gasped if he hadn't been gagging on this monster cock.

"You're doing well, Asher. Just going through a little growth spurt."

The sucker's muffled moans intensified as his spine began reeling longer, making his whole torso taller... but it didn't just make his limbs stretch farther -- his augmented musculature followed suit, keeping proportions as he grew more towering. He reached six feet in a matter of seconds, then his best friend's six-two height, which he surpassed until he stopped expanding at six feet four -- seven inches higher than he used to be. The jacket had split over most of his back, exposing the sinuous valleys of red fur to the darkness.

Just as the sensations on his upper half seemed to come to a halt, Asher was then overwhelmed with the boiling heat spreading down his legs.

"I'm getting close, Asher. Can't wait to get my fat load down your gay throat, don't you?"

"Fat... load..."

His thighs were the next to change. The camo pants actually had more to give than the jacket did. Since the button and zipper were already busted, this gave them some more room to expand. He grew to completely fill them and start splitting some seams when their inflation came to an end. Calves didn't wait for the quads to finish before swelling to incredible proportions of their own. Just when Asher thought they were done, the growth centred around his feet, trapped inside the boots.

Asher didn't have long feet, but they were quite broad for his initial height. The wide size 10s were cramping more and more around the expanding limbs that would befit such a massive man. Unable to pull away from the cock and hands holding his head into place, Asher kicked off his footwear as best as he could without untying the increasingly confined boots. He succeeded to take them off in time but failed in removing the now fraying socks on the growing size 16s.

"Here I come, Asher! Welcome to your new gay life!"

Asher couldn't pull away. The penis lodged deep inside his throat did not even fill his mouth with spunk: it shot directly into his stomach. The previous bloat he's grown was nothing next to the expansion his middle succumbed to. Whereas his belly swelled up, he felt the same previous shivers run down the bones of his lower body as they mimicked the elongation of the spine -- so that he didn't look disproportionally tall above the waist. Doing so resulted in further increase along his whole legs, which the pants couldn't bear anymore. The surging tree trunks blasted the remaining seams of the trousers. Two massive ass cheeks obliterated the seat of his pants, the white briefs he wore underneath straining themselves to conceal such a wide bumper.

The redhead outgrew giga-Seb's height, revoking the title of giga to anyone who would ever confront him. He passed six feet and a half in a moment and stretched all the way to a staggering six-foot-ten monster of a man. The organ down his throat had since long stopped shooting its load and its owner pulled it back out. Asher coughed a few times, then groan loudly as the heat diffused to his whole body once again. The changed guy brought a hand to the only part where he didn't feel the warmth spread since the beginning of this nightmare -- his dick. As soon as he fished his throbbing erection from the confines of his taxed briefs, he started jerking off his six incher in earnest frenzy, growling like an inhuman beast.

"You might have to take care of it for a bit." The distorted voice said, ebbing away in the velvety darkness. "Then, you know what your mission is, tonight, don't you?"

Asher's eyes gleamed red for a short moment. He panted laboriously as he jacked off, his erection throbbing and surging bigger with each jerk. The heat intensified at his crotch, under which massive growing balls weighed the junk down more and more. Asher's painfully hard boner was pushing past ten inches, nearing a foot-long like an asymptotic curve by the stroke.

"Avenge the gays." Asher groaned with a malicious grin, fangs pushing out of his mouth, nails morphing into claws. "Convert the homophobes -- until there are none."