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Chapter 4 -- Split

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~ Sunday, November 1st, 2020 -- 1:15 AM ~

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A high-pitched scream resounded across the whole mansion. Theodore felt the hair on his arms and neck stand on their ends, recognizing Jenny's cry. He turned to the other guys in the basement, stunned as well.

"That's Jen!" He exclaimed, bolting for the staircase.

"But the door is..." Victor started, silencing once he realized it had been opened after the arrival of the two friends.

"C'mon! Stop fighting!" Seb shot at the two men on the floor before going after his pal.

Victor helped Braxton on his feet, before giving a death glare to their host still on the ground. Despite their diverging opinion on the matter, the footballer offered Dimitri his hand to pull him back up.

"Get ready, Dimi." Braxton spoke with a grave face, holding the gun now. "I don't think this monster is gonna let us run all night."

"Hey! Guys! Don't leave me alone!" Larry cried after them, unable to walk by himself.

"Get to your room and lock your door!" His elder told him before sprinting upstairs after the jocks. "Get to safety until we come back for you!"

Dimitri didn't bother with his brother's complaints and kept going. As he arrived on the first floor, he had noticed how someone had barricaded the double doors of the living room with the hall's decorative table. Abruptly, the gigantic red beast burst through the meagre obstacle. Jennifer screamed again, huddling to her boyfriend by the staircase leading up. The size of the monster was outrageous, thicker in proportions to the broad footballer and the superhero's bodies fused together.

"Jesus fucking Christ!" Victor boomed in shock at the sudden barging of the demon.

The blond guy raised his shield in a protective manner, blocking the way for Braxton and Dimitri to walk further forward. The giant's face, illuminated by the flashlights, bared even less human-like features than earlier. The jaw had widened considerably, only to behold a rather sinister toothy grin.

"Asher, bro! Please, stop!" Dimitri begged.

"Asher?!" Sebastian and the couple exclaimed at the same time.

The towering creature kicked the table and the door remnants from its way with feet that would befit a bear. It sized the terrified adults in the hall with amused malice, scratching the lewd display of its naked crotch -- a massive drooling dong, half hard, twitched with every step, spewing more sticky essence on the tiled ceramics of the foyer.

"Eww, gross! That thing's nutting all over your floor, Dimi!" Theodore expressed with disgust.

"Ain't it gay to stare at a guy's dick, Theo?" The monster taunted at the nerd, walking forward.

"Hey!" Sebastian stepped in between the two, baring a fist in lieu of his forgotten axe. "If you are going to turn on us, you'd better fight against someone of your own size!"

"Don't make me laugh, Seb! You're not even HALF my size!" The massive brute chuckled at the valiancy of the lumberjack.

Just as things couldn't seem more out of hand, a second monster walked into the hall, behind the so-called Asher. Instead of looking butch and burly, this one appeared way thinner, almost atrophied in comparison to the other, but huge nonetheless. Taller than the red behemoth, the arriving beast had a dirty blondish hue to the fur-like hair that covered most of its body -- with a twinge of ashy grey.

"Fuck, Ash, that felt good!" The lighter-haired giant groaned in bliss, stretching and relishing its joints popping into place.

"W-- Wesley?" Jennifer called timidly. "Is... is that you?"

"Wesley?!" The boys cried out in shock.

"Missed me, guys?" The creature asked with a smug face, grabbing Asher's shoulders with its long and clawed fingers, playfully shoving it.

"Enough of this nonsense!" Victor snapped. "These things are messing with us! They're not our friends!"

"No! They are!" The sole girl in the room insisted, pulling free from her lover's embrace.

"Shut up, woman!"

"No, you shut up, you piece of shit!" Jennifer asserted. "I saw it! That thing... it turned Wes into this... this monster!"

"Nonsense!" The superhero denied, pivoting to Braxton who held onto Dimi's shotgun. "Show them, Brax! Kill those freaks!"

"No! Brax, wait!" Dimitri uttered.

"Shoot!"

"No!"

BAM.

The pressured footballer shot at the lankier monster, hoping it would be more vulnerable than the bear-sized beast. Cries echoed in the vast hall. Wesley fell to his knees as the bullet hit him and blasted into dust. The same crimson hue as with Asher earlier spread through the new target. Watching his pal drop to all fours on the ground, the red creature growled ferociously at the trio by the staircase.

"You shouldn't have done that!" Asher snarled, baring its fangs as his jaw suddenly popped and cracked, jutting forward into a harmful maw.

"What... what the fuck?! You, fucking queer monster!" Victor stepped back, fearing for his life.

The monster roared at them menacingly, out of spite.

"Run!" The superhero ironically ordered, jumping out of the way and exposing the two other guys to the beast.

Asher leaped at them. Both Braxton and Dimitri bolted down the stairs in a clumsy attempt to avoid the behemoth. The host tumbled in his dad's tight boots, hitting the wall hard by the sharp corner midway. Only when the footballer turned around did he see his friend slip the last of the steps.

"Dimi!" He cried.

"What's going on?!" Larry's voice echoed from the theatre room.

Braxton rushed for Dimitri when the gigantic red beast suddenly loomed over him.

"Get away from him!" He yelled, charging and shooting at the monster once more.

Asher stepped back, then stumbled himself in the stairs. Braxton benefited of this small moment of tranquility to help his stunned friend on his feet.

"You... you shouldn't have done that, Brax..." Dimitri groaned, groggy.

"It'll buy us some time! Let's go."

"Ge-- get my brother back upstairs, Brax! Ba-- barricade the door!"

"What?! We can't let you down here, man!"

"Hear me out! I'll exit through the backdoor! Let's trap... that thing here!"

Before Braxton could add anything, the fiery monster, whose face looked more akin to that of a bear or a werewolf, roared back at the two thick adults. Its head appeared even more sinister and devil-like. Small horns poked from the beast's forehead, its humanity draining more with each bullet it took.

"I'll lure it!" Dimitri whispered to his friend.

Without further ado, the footballer nodded. He handed the cowboy his shotgun back, but Dimitri let him have it.

"Keep it and help the others upstairs!"

"Got it! Stay safe, bro!"

Braxton ran into the theatre, where Asher had not moved from his seat near the bar-room. He still had the glass shard deeply stuck into his foot arch, a livid grimace stretched onto his stubbly face.

"What's going on, Brax?" The wounded lad asked, his foot on his thigh to prevent bleeding too much. "What's happening?"

"Let's get to safety, man!"

Just then, Dimitri entered the room, taunting Asher to follow him. The monster, far taller and wider than the door now, barely could get through without breaking the frame altogether. Its horns scratched and ruined the ceiling, plaster raining down on the demon's head. It glanced briefly at the two young men at the other end of the theatre before Dimitri blinded him with his flashlight.

"Hey, Ash! Look at me, bro! Come on! Try and catch me if you can!" The host beckoned.

Asher, despite the light going straight at him, glared in the direction of Dimitri, his red eyes shining like irradiated rubies. Its maw full of fangs showed strings of saliva that gave the impression of hunger. The beast's body turned to face the cowboy, grinning cunningly at him.

"I wouldn't have you any other way, Dimi." It beamed before darting toward him.

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~ Sunday, November 1st, 2020 -- 1:25 AM ~

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"Wes!" Jennifer reached for the creature on its knees in the hall.

While the so-called Asher ran after Dimitri and Braxton down the stairs, Sebastian and the couple went for the seemingly agonizing beast on the ground. Even on all fours, the eight-foot monster of a man appeared gigantic to them. The red energy that wrapped the behemoth ceased almost instantly. Jennifer screamed in fear as the shoulders of the lanky creature puffed like dough in the oven, bubbling and swelling with size, spreading farther one from the other. The previously gangly build of the giant broadened as its lats surged wider than ever, thick corded muscle taking form under the increasingly hairier skin.

"WAAARRRGGGGGHH!" The monster roared, raising its head abruptly.

The whole skeleton of the beast firmed up. While it did not look anywhere close to the bulky bellied behemoth from earlier, its musculature had notably grown. It stretched to a rather athletic frame, almost bodybuilder size, even. The claws that jutted out of its long sausage-thick fingers growing more prominent and threatening, scratching and cracking the tiled floors. The red of its eyes shifted to a deeper crimson shade, appearing more demonic by the second.

"Wes?" Sebastian gasped, trying to step closer while Jennifer and Theodore backed out. "Is that really you in there?"

A dreadful pop resonated as its jaw widened into a fearful drooling maw. The giant humanoid turned its head toward the lumberjack-now-blue-collar, never letting go of its hysteric-looking leer.

"Yes, Seb, that's me." It responded, getting back on its legs.

The hirsute bear of a man stood back on its feet, reaching upward and then some. Lanky stoned Wes had transformed into an eight-foot-tall jacked monster. While they could have made out some sort of resemblance with his face earlier, the last growth spurt had not left it unaltered. The thick stubbly chin had changed the previously angular shape considerably.

"What... what happened to you, man?" Sebastian asked, his eyes teary.

"Smoked a guy's fag." The beast shot before booming with laughter, like this was all a joke. "Ain't you gonna try smoking mine, bro?"

Shamelessly, Wesley grabbed a handful of his semi-soft yet leaking monster cock -- the thing looked to be at least a foot long and not even completely hard. Sebastian jerked back in shock, glancing down at the lewd display with appalled concern.

"Wes! What the fuck! What's gotten into you!" His childhood friend snapped.

"I stopped running away... and perhaps you should as well!" He declared, approaching him.

"Don't-- stay back!" The lumberjack cried in astonishment, attempting to step away.

But that just wouldn't do. The transformed lad was not intending on leaving him alone. A few seconds later, Sebastian was dashing for his dear life across the hall, Wesley going after him like a crazed dog with rabies.

"Seb!" Jennifer worried as she saw them bolting for the dining room.

"What's going on, here?!" Braxton said, climbing up the stairs into the foyer with Larry on his shoulder.

"It's Seb! Wes went after him!" The girl exclaimed, huddling against her boyfriend.

"Where are they at?" The footballer asked, putting the wounded lad by the steps.

"Oh my God! What happened to you?!" Jenny gasped, pointing the brother's bleeding foot.

"Walked on glass." He gritted between his teeth. "What's going on with Wes?"

"Jen says he turned into a monster like Asher." Braxton spoke. "But, first, we've gotta help Seb!"

"Get him in the bathroom then, you guys, go help Seb!" The fairy commanded, leading the way. "I'll patch him up!"

The lanky lumberjack had always had the advantage when sprinting against his peers. While not a runner at all, his tall legs made his strides long and easy to cover lengthier distances. Sebastian crossed the whole dining room, lightened by the supernatural fire in the fireplace. With nowhere to escape to, he locked himself in the kitchen. He doubted the door would suffice to protect him from the monster taking aim at him. Seb glanced around, trying to find a way out, but apart from the pantry, there were no more means out. Suddenly, the kitchen door burst opened, kicked off its hinges. The beast barged in, no sweat at all.

"You've always been the fastest, Seb." Wesley ducked into the room, grinning at him. "Not so much anymore, shortie, huh?"

"Look, Wes... even if you are the imposter or anything, man... let's just talk, okay?" The orange-vest guy spoke.

Stretching back to it towering height, the creature actually hit its head on the eight-foot-tall ceiling. Unfazed, its gleaming red eyes trailed every movement of the frightened lad. The kitchen was a dead end. Even if Sebastian attempted to jump through a window, he'd probably just hurt himself from the screen or the fall.

"So you think I'm the imposter, man?" Wes taunted, leaning on the short doorframe, a broad grin spread on his prominent jaw. "Admit it loud and clear if you want to lose already."

"I don't know!" Seb shouted, anxious that the beast would never leave an opening for him to flee.

"Remember when we used to play tag? How much you laughed at me for being too slow?"

"If I've ever been mean to you, Wes, I'm sorry!" Sebastian cried out. "I was just teasing you cause I liked you, man!"

"Ah! Now you're just being a big drama queen. I'm just teasing you myself, Seb."

"What?"

"Gee, you're slower than me tonight. That says a lot, man!" Wes chuckled, scratching then grabbing his junk. "Perhaps this should help you out?"

"What?! No! Fuck off! You're not Wes! Wes ain't g--..."

"Wes has ALWAYS been gay. Or bisexual would probably better. Or even pansexual."

"No! I've known Wes since we were kids! Wes had always hated..."

"Wes had always hated HIMSELF!" The beast spoke louder, silencing the man. "You've known Wes as a conflicted unassuming child!"

"But... would that mean... Wes was faking all along?"

"Faking would be a wide stretch!" He guffawed, making Sebastian back off in fear at the exclamation. "I'd rather say old-Wesley only repressed and denied who he was all along!"

"Then..." Seb mumbled. "Does that mean... Wes was the imposter all along?"

"Say what?" Wesley enticed. "Care to repeat it louder?"

"Were you the imposter?" Sebastian inquired with betrayal.

"Don't ask -- declare it with conviction!"

The scared man bit his tongue. The smile stretched on Wes's face did not inspire him confidence. Then, he remembered the rules they were narrated earlier -- guessing wrong would make him lose. On the opposite, speaking right would put an end to this hellish nightmare. Sebastian could tell the beast figured his conflict. The way it had encouraged him to claim it as the imposter could have been Wes reaching out for him, using his late sacrifice to let them go. However, it could also have been this twisted perverted version of his childhood friend trying to make him lose.

And honestly, if he had to give up on himself for Wesley, even if that's just to rule out Wes as a potential faker for his buddies, he would have done it... if it was not for his girl waiting back for him in the shed. The thought of Mathilda lying all alone in the shack hit him like brick thrown at his face. The game was real -- she could not fall asleep or she would lose.

"Mathilda!" Sebastian exclaimed. "Wes -- please, man -- just let me go!"

"What's gotten into you, Seb?" Wes feigned surprise.

"You sick bastard! I trusted you! If you've laid a single hand on her--..."

"Then what?"

Right then, a voice surged from the dining room.

"Seb?! Where are you?!"

That was Braxton.

"I'm coming for you, man!" The footballer cried. "These fuckers ain't got anything on us!"

"Someone! Go check on Mathilda!" The lumberjack pleaded.

"What?"

"She's in the shed! Make sure she did not fall asleep!"

"But what about you?"

"Don't worry about me! Just get her to safety!"

Sebastian heard steps walking away and some people talking -- probably Theo and Braxton. If it hadn't been for being trapped in the kitchen with the lewd monstrous version of Wesley, he would have gone to check on Mathilda in a heartbeat. Yet, he was stuck here, powerless, with the gigantic creature his friend apparently became.

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~ Sunday, November 1st, 2020 -- 1:45 AM ~

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Braxton sprinted to the shed. Theodore tried catching up with him, but the tall footballer proved to be a better runner -- he used to be a Running Back after all. Braxton was not really sure of the directions to take, forcing him to wait on the short wizard holding the flashlight.

"There it is!" Theo exclaimed. "Mathilda! Are you in there?"

"Mathilda!" Braxton repeated.

The lights of the shed were shut. Where there were no sounds at first, a deep guttural growl made itself heard from inside the outbuilding. Braxton held firmly onto the shotgun, aiming it at the door. It opened with a frightful slowness, creaking obnoxiously. A figure started to detach from the shadows as a virile voice boomed at them.

"There's no Mathilda in here!"

Braxton saw Theodore step back and gasp -- he probably did the same without realizing it. To their horror, the two men outside witnessed a gigantic beast ducking out of the cabin.

"For fuck's sake!" Braxton blurted out in befuddlement, slightly lowering the gun in shock.

Lightened by the moon and Theo's shaking torch, the giant in front of them looked almost as tall as the shed. The seven-foot Latino was covered in ink-black hair. His massive chest and dark nipples were nearly obscured under a rag of bristles, snaking down its shredded six-pack to the forest-like bush framing a hard, drooling monster cock. Ridiculously, the behemoth had an opened flannel vest on its shoulders. The enviable biceps had burst the sleeves apart -- the stupefied men wouldn't be surprised if the back of the gilet had split wide either on the broad juggernaut. The toque they realized Sebastian had been missing now saw on the head of the giant, whom also held the forgotten axe.

"My name is Matt." Its deep voice declared, the resonance shaking the two diminutive guys in front of him.

"Matt... as in Mathilda?!" Theo fathomed. "This can't be... that means..."

"That means I lost the game." It continued, a toothy grin stretching across its large face.

"But... but how?! This!" Braxton pointed with the gun at the beast's crotch. "Mathilda ain't a dude!"

"I guess she just grew some balls, literally." Matt chuckled, giving his boner a few jerks, pulling it aside to show them.

"This is not just a game with consequences!" Theo exclaimed. "This is witchcraft!"

"How ironic of you to say that." The monster smirked at the wizard before basking in bliss, quickening the pace of its lewd strokes.

"Stop that! That's gross and disgusting!" The footballer scorned with a shake of his head.

"Fuck... if that's what it feels like to be a man, I don't ever want to go back." It spoke, deaf to the disdain of the boys. "Wanna chop down some wood with me, guys?"

"What do we do now, Brax? We can't bring her... or him back!" Theo realized, stepping away.

"Don't you guys wish to know what it's like to be like this?" Matt goaded on, raising his free arm and flexing, a few resisting threads snapping while doing so. "Muscular, big, and tall?"

"This... this is wrong!" Braxton stuttered, beet red.

"Wrong?" Matt chimed. "And ruining your teammate's life because he was gay is right?"

"I... I..."

"Don't lecture us on what's good and bad!" Theo stepped in. "I'm pretty sure all of us, except maybe Wes, is pretty damn conscious what we've done wasn't right! So let us be!"

"Let you be so you can go back to being assholes after this night's over? Where's the lesson in that?"

"We've had our lesson!"

"Old habits die hard, I'm afraid." The giant sniggered. "How about you just accept it your punishment and get on my fat cock instead?"

"Bro, we're not fucking fags!" The wizard spurned.

"There you go again. Sounds like you haven't learned your lesson yet."

"Do we... would we get big and tall for real?" Braxton timidly questioned, which was uncommon for the usually loud man.

"Doesn't Mathilda look like a doll compared to me?" The massive creature grinned, contracting its arm.

"Bro, are you for real?!" Theo turned at Braxton with bewilderment.

"Fuck off! Just asking!" The footballer growled back at him. "Aren't you tired of being so fuckin' small, Theo?!"

"What?! I mean... I wouldn't mind being a bit taller, but I'm fine with the way I am too!"

"Right, cause I'm sure girls looove little shrimps!" The jock snarked.

"I'm big where it counts, bro! If you're having issues even at your size, you're having a fuckin' problem, bro!"

Braxton turned around and aimed the gun at Theodore, making the wizard grow livid instantly. The shorter man gasped and actually feared for his life. Braxton gritted his teeth, his adrenaline through the roof, hormones boiling within him. Targeting toward Theo had been an impulse keen to when he ruined Richard's life.

"Don't make me." The footballer advised. "Now, little Theo will listen and go back inside. He will tell the others Braxton is taking care of it and to not look out for him until he comes back."

"You're a maniac, bro." Theodore murmured, arms in the air and stepping back.

"Do it!"

Theodore yelped and ran back for the mansion, leaving the footballer alone with the silent but still stroking beast. Braxton turned around at the towering Matt, whose expression showed amusement. The juggernaut approached him, yet Braxton spun and raised the gun once more. Confusion spread upon the Latino's face.

"Don't move."

It obeyed. Despite standing immobile, it kept jacking off openly, spewing precum all over the grass. The slick sounds of the strokes distracted the disgusted jock.

"Dude, please stop. That's gay." Braxton commented, slowly dropping his aim to the ground.

"Weren't you used to see your team beat off in the showers?" Matt asked.

Images of the past surged back to the footballer. When he showered with the boys the first few times, he had put on a pair of underwear, self-conscious of what other guys would think. However, after a couple practices with the crew and a few teasings, he forced himself to try at least once to go in the nude.

Seeing the lads sport hardons wasn't new -- he was getting used to it. A round of applause and whistles welcomed him when he entered naked, the older ones stating he was finally over the rookie's prudishness. It was the very same day where he saw one of the teammates openly jacking off in the shower. He could still remember the slick sounds of his strokes, the wanks heard in tandem with the deviated water jets on the wall. Some of the athletes teased their comrade rubbing one out, calling him gay and names. Braxton agreed with them, believing the remarks as true, until he found them join in a jerk circle in the middle of the crew. The teen could not understand it and excused himself, leaving the room unwashed.

After the next practice, one of the older players, a senior, told him there was no shame in wanking off in the showers with the guys. There was nothing gay about -- just pals relieving the tension after a good workout. Heck, they weren't getting off on staring at their mates' butts or dicks or muscles. That would be gay indeed! Braxton didn't join in the jerk circle frenzies until the end of the season, too uncomfortable to do so before. That was their secret after all. A bond that united them as brothers.

"I... sometimes, yeah." Braxton said, averting his eyes, blushing as he remembered. "But I was minding my own business. That's all."

"Yeah, you couldn't stare up at them too long. That would be gay, right?"

"Indeed."

"Stop staring, Brax. That's gay." A voice surfaced on the depths of Braxton's mind, recalling the time where Scott, the quarterback, noticed him glancing for too long at his dick.

"Huh... sorry, bro. Was thinking about girls." Braxton had replied, blushing red and looking away.

"Let him be." Another teammate said with a coy smile. _"Brax loves big clit chicks!" _

"That's not true! Ahh... fuck off guys!" The Running Back groaned. "I was... I was..."

"You what, bro?"

"I was just wondering how a girl could take something that big, bro." He blushed, pointing at the nine-incher Scott sported.

"Oh! I guess that's legit, man." Another guy commented. "How do you do, Scott?"

"You guys have never fucked your girl in the ass?"

_"Eww, dude, that's nasty!" O_ne chimed in.

"It's pretty chill, guys." Scott winked. "It hella tighter than puss and much deeper. And you can't get her preggo, so no need for magnums!"

"Duuude."

The memories vanished once more as Braxton saw Matt approaching him. The alerted footballer raised his gun again, ordering the beast to stop moving.

"Why did you?" Matt asked.

"Why did I what?"

"Why did you turn on the others?"

"I didn't turn on anyone!" Braxton fumed, preparing to shoot.

"Is this the muscles?" The behemoth arched a bicep, smirking at him.

"Fuck off!"

"Perhaps..." The beast brought both of its arms to its narrow hips -- yet wider than Brax -- , stretching and flexing. "The size itself?"

Braxton suddenly grew weak at the side, watching the massive monster rise like a tower of lean but athletic heft. Unconsciously, he dropped the gun's aim to the ground, marvelling at the sheer magnitude before him.

"You like that, Brax?" Matt taunted with a knowing grin, then gesturing down.

The disguised man looked down and realized with horror a bulge tented his trousers. Just like when he trained with Richard Biggs. He pictured them and the rest of the team, working out at the gym. Richard was the newbie that season. Similarly to Braxton himself in the past, Richard took a while adjusting to the brotherhood. After he finally fit in, the guy was simply like any of his other jocks.

The memory that came to Braxton in this very instant was the time where he saw the man squat a personal best: 350 pounds. That was heavier than Brax could lift then -- they were teens after all. Still, Braxton offered to spot him in case anything went wrong. Watching the tower rise all the way to 6?6? and stooping back down had triggered something Braxton himself had not realized before. It was not only the idea of being taller than everyone that had motivated him to train, but the thought of boundless growth.

Braxton was not into boys, but into the growth that made him a man. The growth that had made him a tall -- yet short -- guy among his peers. A size women gawked at. A size that imbued respect and sheer masculinity. In the end, he just wanted to shine and be admired -- nothing more, nothing less.

"I've always wanted to be bigger... taller."

"You're already pretty big, aren't you?"

"No." He shook. "Not at all. I wanted to be bigger. To be a star on the field, someone people aspired to look up to."

"And you think that hurting homosexuals is a way to achieve that?"

"It happened once! Or, okay, maybe a few times, but the reason why I did this to Richard was because I couldn't stand how much better he was!" He cried, shaking as he finally said what had tormented him for years. "Yes, I outed him. Yes, I hated him, but that's only cause I was fucking jealous! A stupid jealous prick!"

The footballer's body trembled, flushed with indignation and sorrow. The mocking grin of the monster softened, almost showing consideration.

"How about you make up for it?"

"What?"

"You've already let your friends know you might not come back. Just lose the game to me and you'll become what you desire."

"How?"

"By letting me fuck you."

Braxton's face grew livid. The tent he had pitched earlier had completely softened at this point.

"There's no way you'll be able to suck me, so this leaves it up to your ass." Matt grinned smugly.

"No... fucking... way..."

"Yes way. Consider that a good introduction to your gay life!"

"But... I don't want to be gay!"

"Is being gay a bad thing?"

"Well... I just... I guess not... but... I don't want to be made fun of for being a queer!"

"Then join us and let's make the world a better place, where nobody shall make fun of gays anymore."

The utopian declaration almost made Braxton laugh. And he wanted to burst hysterically. He wasn't even sure what to think anymore. Was he really about to trade his heterosexuality for the size of his dreams? To sell his soul to these demons?

Matt moved toward him, seized the shotgun then threw it away. Braxton looked up at the massive Latino. The glowing red eyes, their gaze intensely hypnotic, still had him deeply conflicted on his decision. On one side, he wanted to just forget about all of this and return to his normal straight life. On the other end, this screamed not only like a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, also an act of redemption for his past deeds.

The shivering man felt the big clawed hand of the giant grab his shoulders with a firm grip. The contact warmed him, the palm burning with virile energy. Braxton tried not to show his nervousness. The toothy smile almost looked reassuring -- if not for the fangs.

"Turn around if you're scared."

"I'm not scared." He gasped, biting his tongue, but spun anyway.

"Drop to all fours. You ever did anal, before?"

Braxton fell to his knees and hands. His heart beat so hard it felt as if he could spit it out. He swallowed his saliva, his mouth growing pasty.

"Yeah, but never on this end." He dryly said, thighs and shoulders tensed.

He could still run for it. The sensation of the soft earth under his knees and fingers. The smell of grass and leaves -- the chilly air against his skin. He exhaled, some condensation clouding before him as his eyes focussed on the mansion in the distance. With the football uniform, Braxton could only project himself into a game. The dark sky, only illuminated by the full moon, reminded him of the weak lighting of their school's grounds at night. He could feel his quivering body whelming him with adrenaline. But there were no opponents on the field. Only him, showing his tight end to the gigantic Matt.

Matt palmed the asscheeks, testing the firmness of the Running Back's behind. Braxton gritted his teeth, lowering his head slightly as his whole self tensed in fear and repulsion. The angel and the demon on his shoulders cried contradictions, splitting him further into dilemma.

" RUN !" A voice echoed from the back of his mind.

" STAY !" Another commanded.

"You DON'T want this!"

"You DO want this!"

"You are NOT gay!"

"You WILL be gay!"

" STOP!" Braxton exclaimed aloud, the voices suddenly silenced.

"Having second thoughts?" Matt chuckled, his hand still on his ass although motionless.

"I... I don't know... I'm not gay, man..."

"Shhh... everything will be right..." The giant comforted, slowly pulling the footballers' pants down.

"I'm... I'm not so sure anymore, man..." Braxton whined, squirming as the trousers exposed his hard-trained gluteus.

"You'll be fine... my big... gay... beast." Matt grinned, slipping its throbbing fourteen incher into the crack of the muscle buns.

The queasy feeling procured to him forced back a new memory.

Back in senior year, after another defeat, Braxton was showering when a teammate had grabbed onto his hips and rubbed his crotch against his butt. The dick was not hard, but the player had managed to give a few humps and speak some dirty words while doing so, impersonating the then expelled Richard. The members all laughed at the mocking display of the long-gone fag -- except Braxton.

"Fuck off, Zack!" He replied, pushing the prankster away.

"Dude, you're tensed! Gotta chill out, Brax."

"We've lost again! I'm in no mood to relax, bro!"

"We'll just do better next time, Brax. No need to go all losers on this!"

"Gotta say I miss having Rich on the team, guys." A mate added, seconded by another.

"Dude, the guy was a total fag!" Braxton outraged. "We can't let these freaks on our team!"

"You only say that cause you didn't get as much field play with him on the team, bro." One of the crewmembers teased.

"Were you jealous of big Rich, Brax?"

The teammates hooted and whistled in mockery at the red Running Back.

"Jealous, my ass! I'd rather go to hell than be a fucking fairy!" He snapped before leaving the showers frustrated.

How ironic, in consideration to the deal with the devil. The erection pressing against his backdoor brought Braxton back to reality. He clenched his ass, trying to block the intrusion.

"First time?" Matt asked with a glint of playfulness.

"Yes... I already told you."

"No, you've told me it was the first time in this position. You've never told me if you've ever shoved something in there."

"No! Never!"

"Have you ever wanted to try?"

"No, that'd be fuckin' gay!"

"Not much gayer than just enjoying the company of a man, right?"

"It's not the same thing at all!"

"Are you sure? Have you never felt this way from a man's touch?"

Braxton thought back to his graduation party. That night, he had brought his ex Caroline -- he was one of the few players to actually have a lover and not just some tagalong at their table. The evening had started pretty well until he noticed him once more. Even if he were not a member of their school or team anymore, that had been the last time he saw Richard.

The guy had decided to come back and check on his old team and friends, accompanying a girl. Maggie was definitely not a love interest, but just another single person who wanted someone to go to prom with. Upon seeing Richard that time, Braxton realized with envy that he had seemingly grown some more, now having to duck slightly to walk through a door. Moreover, the suit he wore looked rather tight on him, as if he had it tailored before this late growth spurt.

Braxton had never hung out with Maggie -- several classmates believed she was a lesbo, hence why she'd have brought the other homosexual as her date. Their table was, against all odds, right next to Braxton's. At first, the footballer ignored the fag a few feet away, but when his babe went to chat with her girl circle, Richard came and sat on her seat, catching up with his old teammates. Their laughs and anecdotes with the person he despised the most, Braxton left the boys and headed out.

The air of the night was warm, with a slight cool breeze to appease the heat. On the sidewalk, Braxton watched the passers-by. The wind did nothing to soothe him. He glanced at his phone, wondering if his girlfriend or anyone had texted him, but no one seemed to look for him. He scrolled Facebook when a voice took him out of his bubble.

"Been a while, hasn't it?"

Braxton jumped and turned, noticing Richard standing next to him, smoking a cigarette -- that was new. The man had thickened up as well, especially around the middle. That was probably a consequence from having his leg broken a year and a half ago, which made Braxton feel bad for... and still envy him somehow. The size fit him well. He even kept that charismatic smile and bright grey eyes. He had grown some stubble and he had let his hair fill out, giving him a face akin to Jason Momoa.

"Want a smoke?" Richard asked, showing him the pack.

"No... thanks." Braxton grumbled, before returning on his phone.

A moment of silence lingered. The shorter man fumbled on the app before moving to snapchat. The giant never left his side. Braxton eyed him without a word, watching him puff his cigarette away.

"I forgive you." Richard said, tapping the ash from the joint, looking down.

"Fuck off."

"You know, Brax, I hated you too." The man confided.

"I still don't like you."

"That's still an improvement from hating me."

"Is that why you're here tonight, Rich? To get on my back?" Braxton railed.

There was no response. Pissed, Braxton shoved his phone in his pocket and turned to head inside when Richard put a hand on his shoulder. In normal times, the Running Back would have pushed the grip away, but he just stayed and glared at the giant. The massive mitt flushed him with a heat he's not once felt before. On the field or with his pals, they were used to rough each other up like this. However, the strong hand of Richard on his shoulder, firm, had a passionate twinge to it.

"If you ever want to talk about... anything, Brax... you still have my number, right?"

Of course he still had -- in the blocked contacts list. Braxton glared at him. Something on the giant's face beamed with sympathy, almost pity. The shorter lad felt his heart sink at the realization that Richard was sincere and not just the asshole he wanted him to be. Braxton broke their gaze and was freed the grasp. The liberation left him cold, as if his black soul consumed him without the man's warm contact. Richard puffed, his cigarette done.

"Call me or text me whenever you want. Would be fun to catch up again sometime."

"I won't. Just giving you a heads up." Braxton demurred, heading back inside.

Braxton felt himself splitting in two. The monster cock had impaled him. He yelled in horrified pain. He was doing it. He was getting fucked -- fucked by a giant. The angel and the demon on his shoulders grabbed to his pads for dear life. His body was tearing apart, starting from his ass, to the top. He tried to tough through the agony, thinking it couldn't worsen. And still, it did. The apple-sized head of the cock had penetrated him, but there was about a foot more of penis yet to enter him.

"AHH! STOP! IT HURTS!" Braxton cried, tears running down his face, muddling his werewolf makeup.

"You wished this, Brax. You want to be big. Think about how massive you'll be. How much praise and admiration younger gays will have toward their role model -- toward you."

"It... it hurts so fucking bad, man!" He whined, bracing himself and lowering his head between his forearms, his body shivering on its own.

"You're doing fine, big guy."

Braxton whimpered as it felt like one of his legs dislocated to give place to the monster within. The other limb followed suit. If it had not been for Matt holding tightly onto his hips, he would have collapsed to the ground. A few more inches pushed inside him. The footballer clenched his eyes shut, his knees slipping further aside without lowering him.

"I... I don't want it anymore! Take it out!" He screamed.

The monster shifted over him, forcing several more inches in. The hips pulled back some. Matt leaned in and whispered into his ears:

" Too late."

Then the top slammed his dick back in -- not all the way. The thrusting motion started shaking Braxton, feeling his body ripping apart.

"NOOO! HELP!"

The beast burst into laughter, rigorously shoving its throbbing erection in and out of the overstretched ass. An ass that slowly but surely began sprouting hair all over.

"But you've told them to not look out for you!" Matt mocked.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I've never wanted to hurt anyone! I'm so fucking sorry!" The bulky man bawled, face digging against the cold grass, his makeup more akin to mud by now.

"How does it feel to be helpless? To not have any leg to stand on and run?"

"Please! I'm sorry! I just... I just..."

"You just what?" The monster growled, hitting deeper.

The sloshing of his insides being pummelled made Braxton nauseous. His mouth opened, his face crisped yet slack at the same time. He began drooling, unable to formulate words anymore. He was losing consciousness. The incredible pain was getting too much for him. Just before Braxton knocked out, Matt gripped his shoulders firmly, pulling his sloppy stance upright... and a loud snap alerted him.

Braxton tried to yell. Just as his legs earlier, he felt one shoulder popped out its hinge. However, instead of falling down like a useless limb, Matt's hand still kept it at the same level. Mirroring its twin, the other cracked, resulting in making the arm floppy as well.

"I'm gonna die! He's splitting me up! I'm gonna die!" The lad mumbled, barely comprehensible.

"The old Braxton is going to die... so you can be reborn!" Matt exclaimed as his pelvis finally hit Braxton's rump for the first time.

The footballer's eyes snapped opened, the brown of his irises slowly shifting to a dark red. Pulling him against his jacked torso, both on their knees, Matt fucked him with renewed vigour. A burning sensation blossomed within Braxton as his uniform grew uncomfortably tight. His back crackled as he thought his spine was about to break in two.

Sensing the distress of the bottom, Matt let go of his shoulders to wrap him into his arms. While Braxton feared he would crumble apart the moment the monster released his grip, he realized this was not the case. Perplexed, he noticed his limbs were still attached to him. He could maneuver them albeit sluggishly. Furthermore, the burning he previously felt from his back and spine shifted -- the suffering didn't cease but the awareness of his body changing made the aching bearable.

"I'm... growing?" He pondered, excitement slowly replacing the dread.

"No pain, no gain, right?" Matt teased him.

"Fuck... fuck yeah!" Braxton growled with a rough outburst.

The footballer barked in laughter at the realization. His soft manhood throbbed to full mast in a few seconds. The feeling was keeping on coming and coming. The wider shoulders were pulling so hard against the uniform that the seams started to pop. The massive pectorals protruded up front with each breath intake. The ribcage followed suit and, like his whole skeleton, increased in size. The acknowledgment of his body packing on mass was alluring, addicting.

"You are going to protect the gays, right, Brax? Be a proper role model for them?"

"Yes! I will!" He growled blissfully, his eyes becoming redder by the second. "Just... make... me... BIGGER!"

Matt pushed the insatiable bottom back on all fours. The footballer had grown a foot taller, almost caught up with Matt's size. And yet, the curse upon him fed on his compliance to change him further. The monstrous cock jackhammering his bowels did not hurt as much as before. Snarling with lust, Braxton hips started gyrating on their own, his throbbing erection trying to reel out -- but also going in rhythm with the powertop behind him.

The jersey across his torso didn't reach Brax's midriff anymore. It began to tear on the front as well, looking more akin to a sports bra by the second. The footballer's face widened with his frame, his mouth drooling as much as his dick. The more intensely his eyes glowed, the more his teeth changed into fangs. Simultaneously, his fat sausage-like fingers on the ground curled into the earth, lengthening and developing claws. His feet, bulging into his increasingly tight shoes, grew their own sets of deadly talons, which pierced the fabric. The breakthrough was all it took for the surging dawgs to free themselves.

Braxton relished his changes, egging them on. He wanted to be the biggest of those beasts. The biggest motherfucker to have ever roamed the Earth -- a Paul Bunyan bear of a man. Matt had to keep adjusting himself to pound back at the growing giant. Whereas Braxton had been short to fuck at first, he was now exceeding his own size, his furry ass slowly rising taller.

Then, bliss. Braxton's eyesight blurred and he saw the world from a new perspective. The once painful drilling of his titanic ass had reached greater heights he ever thought possible. Matt's monster dong now kept hitting an unknown spot that filled his mind and body with ending satisfaction, so much that his growth came to a halt with it. His own erection started leaking precum like a faucet, coating the grass underneath him. If that's what being gay was about... he could get used to that! Unconsciously, his ass pushed harder, his sphincter milking the massive boner within.

The sudden paced squeezing around his cock made Matt gasp with surprise. He wouldn't keep going for much longer before shooting up his changed bro's hole. The footballer's penis throbbed mightily, growing closer to the incoming ejaculation with each thrust, swelling a fraction of an inch bigger every time. Even his sack plumped, spreading out as cum churned irrationally fast within.

Without warning but a roar, Matt unloaded inside his friend's ass. The pressure and intensity of the orgasm stuffing Braxton had him howling to the moon as his massive prick shot semen like a firehose. The flooding of Matt's seed within him pushed the footballer's body to greater heights, filling his stretched frame with insane amounts of dirty bulk. A layer of fat mingled with his overblown muscles, providing him an even more intimidating stature.

Braxton growled and punched the ground a few times as his bone density thickened. His middle paunch throbbed and swelled, giving him with way more padding than he would have ever needed to play Running Back, more befitting for a linebacker instead. As the orgasm finally ebbed down, Matt fell on top of the gigantic bear's back. The Latino rested on the soft carpet of hair Braxton had grown all over -- except, ironically, on his still shaved head.

The brute collapsed on the grass himself, before rolling to the side and pulling away from Matt's shrinking monster cock. Despite being notably taller than the athletic Latino, Braxton's penis did not match his, lengthwise, but beat him in girth. Additionally, while Matt's own dick diminished, Braxton's manhood kept most of its foot-long size, a shower rather than a grower. Matt cuddled up to him, wrapping an arm around the massive ballgut. The gymnast looked ironically small next to the almost nine-foot-tall behemoth of a bear.

"Avenge the gays." Braxton grinned, panting, more than satisfied with his decision. "Convert the homophobes -- until there are none."