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Chapter 6

Recap

My name is Duke Gray and I honestly don't know what's happening anymore.

This curse is a total mystery. I thought I understood it. I turn into my monstrous form, I play out one of my depraved fantasies with another guy, that guy turns into a beast like me and then I turn back into a human. I sort of 'steal' their humanity.

Now I'm not so sure.

Hell, I somehow managed to break free of Diesel Cooke's hypnotic powers either through distance or by triggering another fantasy with Colin Dahl. My hyper fantasy if you're curious.

Things were going so well too. Diesel had a renewed purpose and was entirely supportive of my actions. Not just because he's a saint of a man but because he genuinely saw something that would benefit him and the town. I even came out as a furry to him and I'm pretty sure I converted him. I think I even learned that the best part of being hypnotized is when you willingly give yourself up to your master.

But then, of course, my curse decided to screw with me.

After Diesel fucked me for the first time and transformed, I fully expected to turn back into a human, still impaled on his monster cock and being stuck there until he got soft. That didn't happen.

Not that I don't mind not having my insides rearranged by a huge polar bear's cock but still...

Fuck my life.

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Ranger stopped his truck just on the outskirts of the clearing. Not too far away, perched on a small hill, was the little cottage that seemed so picturesque and peaceful. Self-sustaining far from the park's limits, it had taken him the better part of three days just to find it and get here.

The problem with searching for someone's remote cabin outside a national park was that there were no clear directions or maps to determine where to even start. When Ranger Barnes had told his colleagues that he was going to search for potentially two missing people - the esteemed Bartholomew Price and his assistant Ethan Wagner - the head ranger had demanded he wait for reinforcements. So that was a whole day wasted just sitting around preparing the helicopter to do the initial sweep.

The next day, he was partnered up with possibly the worst person to cover-up his status as a werepuma and the potential orgy that was occurring between two - or potentially three - furry beasts in the middle of the woods; Noah Tanaka.

He glanced over to the man sitting to his right. Noah was only about 5'5'', had a lean figure and pale skin despite being out in the sun all the time. His black hair contrasted against his skin that never seemed to tan in any way. Light freckles peppered his cheeks and crossed over the bridge of his nose. Almond-shaped eyes contained jet-black irises that were sharp, keen and piercing despite running on as little as five hours of sleep. The ranger uniform he wore looked one or two sizes too big for him even if he sat up as straight as a ruler and looked like a coiled spring ready to unfurl.

Or a bear trap ready to snap its jaws.

Ranger had no issues with Noah. The kid was a stickler for the rules. Maybe it came from his Japanese heritage or because he was the newest ranger in the park but Noah seemed to have memorized the rule book in and out and would not hesitate to call out anyone for breaking them. The head ranger - Buck - ran a fairly loose ship. So long as everyone got along and nothing disastrous happened, he didn't mind if people slept with one another or even smoked some weed every now and then.

But with Noah... Set so much a toe out of line and he would report you then Buck would have no choice but to write you up. Noah became known as the park's resident killjoy. Not that everyone hated him. Just... everyone knew that if he was around, you had to be on your best behavior... even Buck.

This, of course, added another day's delay to the search. Ranger and Noah had taken the helicopter and found Scott Woolsey's cabin but because the sun was setting by the time they had found it, Noah had insisted that they wait until the following day. It was procedure. Humans would be in danger wandering out in the middle of the woods at night especially if they were venturing into a paranoid doomsday prepper's property outside of the park's limits. A werepuma wouldn't have such problems.

Now it was close to noon on the third day and they had finally made it to the remote cabin. Ranger was feeling a little apprehensive. He had a good idea of what to expect from Duke and with his power to transform into a werepuma, he knew he could convince Scott and Dr. Price to help him. But with Noah in tow...

... he wasn't so sure.

"Alright," began the chocolate-skinned park range. "You stay here and watch my back. I'll go in and see if they're around."

"That's against protocol," came Noah's sharp words. Though Ranger fully expected them, it didn't stop the internal groan sucked all the energy from his spirit. "According to the ranger's handbook, all rangers _must_go in pairs when going into territory outside of the park's limits."

"Did you have another ranger accompany you when you last went to town?" he countered.

Noah shot him a piercing look that could freeze ice. "That's not the same."

"Isn't it?" Gesturing towards the cabin in front of them, Ranger continued his point. "Out there in Grimmwood, there are people with guns, houses like this and... well... people. The only real difference between here and there is that we have more trees." He clapped Noah's shoulder. "Besides, I know Scott and Doctor Price. I've got this."

Noah began unbuckling his seatbelt. "I feel I really should accompany you. We have potentially two missing persons right now. This suggests a mentally unstable man living in that cabin that has either kidnapped or, worst case, murdered the two people who were looking to help him. For your own safety, I should come with you."

Ranger had never construed it that way before. From an outsider's perspective, that was a very valid way of looking at the scenario. But he still couldn't let Noah walk into what could potentially be a furry orgy if he could help it.

"Look, Scott is jumpy at best," he said. "If two park rangers start invading his property accusing him of murdering his therapist, he might just pull a gun on us. Honestly, I'm surprised we didn't trigger any traps on our way here. So just stay in the car. I've got this."

His partner was already halfway out of the car. "No. I cannot do that. This is protocol and it was designed like that for a reason."

Ranger rolled his eyes and hurried out of the van. There was no avoiding it. Noah was probably going to be dragged into this secret and, chances were, he'd have to threaten the guy to silence. He was already getting his bestial side ready to emerge. Tawny fur was creeping out of the back of his hand and his nails were hardened into black claws, a feeling of gentle, creeping fire crawling up from his fingertips.

"Fine," he sighed, putting his ranger's hat back on his head. "But if the unthinkable happens, it's on you. Got that? Don't go blaming me for whatever happens."

"I am an adult, Ranger Barnes," he said, leaving the park ranger unsure if he was using his official title or his full name. "I can take care of myself."

"Oh I'm sure of that..." he mumbled softly to himself. "But I don't think you're prepared for whatever is past that door."

Or behind you, he mentally added as he trailed behind the younger park ranger, his eyes already turning a feral red.

Noah reached the door and knocked on it loudly.

"Scott Woolsey?" he barked loudly. "My name is Noah Tanaka! I am a park ranger at Grimmwood Park. I need to ask you some questions."

Ranger was about three steps behind Noah, already starting to unbutton his shirt so that he would have some decency when he changed. He rolled his shoulders, muscles building in his neck. The Puma was coming out and he was hungry.

Noah knocked again just as Ranger kicked off his shoes. Socks could be replaced but these heavy hiking boots were expensive.

"Mr. Woolsey!" barked Noah with increasing agitation. "Doctor Bartholomew Price came looking for you and his assistant shortly followed. Both haven't returned to Grimmwood in the past few days. We've been asked to look into their disappearance. We don't mean any harm. We just want to talk."

Ranger had started to slip off his pants, pulling his underwear down far enough that his tail was free to emerge from the base of his spine without tearing through the fabric. As much as he hated to admit it, he was growing erect through the transformation. It was like every cell in his body was doing a big stretch and that included the cells in his cock. He liked to suppress the transformation, take it nice and slow. There was something... euphoric about the final release into his bestial form if he kept it down for as long as possible. A little like edging. Even as he reached his full eight feet tall, he kept as much of the Puma back as possible to milk every second before the final release. He ducked his head so that he didn't bump into the ceiling of the porch. The Puma didn't mind. He played along because they both enjoyed the sensation.

He bit back a growl as his muzzle but that quickly turned into a half-meow of confusion when the door to the cabin sprang open. A huge wall of brown, furred muscle was suddenly on the other side topped by a crown of antlers. Another beast but one built like a stag.

Ranger was confused. Duke had claimed that Doctor Price had transformed into a lion and Scott Woolsey into a badger. So where did this stag come from. The beast was grinning from ear to ear, his own huge, erect cock throbbing and dripping with a mixture of precum and saliva. That grin, however, faded the moment he looked past Noah and straight at Ranger.

That moment of confusion let the Puma out fully and Ranger straightened inadvertently bumping his head on the porch.

"Ow!" he cried.

Noah's shock at the beast in front of him was interrupted when he glanced over his shoulder...

... and saw Ranger in all his werepuma glory.

"What the hell!?" exclaimed the park ranger.

Noah immediately reached for his sidearm. Headquarters had told them to bring one just in case since they _were_venturing out of the park's limits. Ranger immediately reacted. He only meant to swat the weapon away from Noah but he was freshly transformed and was still surprised by the sight of the big, burly buck standing in the doorway of the Woolsey cabin.

His huge paw snapped out, tearing into Noah's sleeves and grazing his flesh while applying enough force that Noah was sent crashing to the ground. The Japanese park ranger slammed his head on the corner of the door and immediately went down, eyes glazed and unconscious.

"Shit!" Ranger exclaimed.

"Holy fuck!" cried the buck at the same time. "Who the fuck are you and what the fuck is going on!?"

As he said this, two other large, furry beasts came rushing out; one a naked but oddly dignified lion wearing a bow tie and the second a burly, hairy badger. Doctor Price and Scott Woolsey.

"What happened!?" shouted the lion, no doubt Price.

Ranger's first aid training immediately kicked in and he knelt down next to the unconscious Noah. Pulse was elevated but mostly stable. There was a bit of blood seeping from his wound but nothing too deep.

"My name is Ranger Barnes," he explained. "I'm a park ranger. You and your assistant Ethan Wagner passed through our gates days ago and never came out. People started asking questions." He glanced over his shoulder at Price. "I met Duke. He turned me into this. He asked me to come in and check on you because by the time we had met, Ethan had already come looking for you."

The buck lifted his hands. "If you didn't notice, I'm perfectly fine. I just finished getting my dick sucked, in fact."

"Not now, Ethan," snapped Price, moving to help with Noah. With a nod, he grabbed the human ranger by the shoulders while Ranger grabbed Noah by the feet. Together, they carried him into the cabin.

The air was immediately saturated by the smell of sweat, musk and cum. Ranger, who was already pretty hard, started leaking precum as he spied a completely devastated couch, scratch-marks on the walls and clear evidence of fresh lovemaking in a lounge room. If he had to guess, they had come in just as the three were finishing up a session. They found a relatively clean spot in the lounge where they set Noah down on a chair that Scott brought over.

"You met Duke?" Scott asked. "What happened? He was meant to go straight to Grimmwood and from there head down to San Francisco."

"He got lost." Ranger briefly recounted his encounter with the cursed college student from when he had detected the young man's trail after going north in the wrong direction to running a background check on him and finally to the transformation that had unleashed his inner Puma. He avoided telling the trio that he had spent a day or so fucking the big blue beast and learning to control his feline form.

"So you can transform freely from human to beast?" Price observed. "Curious. None of us have that ability."

"Have you tried?" Ranger asked.

"First thing we did after we stopped fucking each other," Ethan replied. "We knew someone was going to come looking for us. Nothing worked."

"It's possible that you have a different... strain to what Duke infected us with," theorized Price. "Have you transformed anyone else?"

That was when it occurred to him that Ethan Wagner had been human when he had entered the park. So that meant that either Duke had lied to him and had met Ethan and transformed him or...

"You guys transformed Ethan?" he asked.

Price and Scott exchanged glances and then nodded.

"Not exactly sure how it happened," confessed Woolsey.

"I know exactly how," growled Ethan menacingly. "You knocked me out with a fucking frying pan. Tied me to a chair and then proceeded to fuck each other in front of me."

"Duke's fantasy that transformed me was his cuckolding fantasy..." confessed Price. "So perhaps that is how I infected Ethan." He gestured at Ranger. "How did he infect you?"

The feline park ranger shrugged. "I don't know. The fantasy was his 'werewolf' fantasy but obviously, I'm no were_wolf_. Werepuma, really. We were outside, looking up at the full moon and then... boom."

A soft moaning came from Noah and all four furry beasts flinched as the park ranger started waking up.

"Oh shit..." breathed Ranger. "How am I going to explain this to him?"

"Tell the truth," Scott said with a shrug, stepping forward. "Duke transformed you. Transformed us. Now we're living happily together, fucking each other and living off the land. No one else needs to know. The park hardly ever gets any traffic and if you can change back to a human at will, it means you can keep them away form us."

Recalling just how up-tight Noah was, Ranger said, "That's not going to work. You don't know Noah. He'll never just let this slide."

"Then transform him!" exclaimed Scott with a shrug.

"Absolutely not!" he snapped. "I'm not going to force him into this. Besides, the full moon has passed."

The badger grinned at him slyly, turning to face the puma entirely before waggling his ass directly at Noah. "Not true. There's a nice, firm full moon right here."

Noah's eyelids fluttered as his gaze began to focus. He spied the two, perfectly rounded furry orbs in front of him... and his irises immediately glowed red. His head snapped back with a loud crack, a silent scream escaping from his lips. The loud cracking of bones breaking and reshaping emanated from his jaws as it jutted forward, reshaping into a muzzle.

"You've got to be kidding me!" Ranger exclaimed.

Creamy, white fur spread from around Noah's lips, touching his nose which immediately blackened and obtained a leathery texture. He shut his blazing red eyes briefly as that same fur crawled over the rest of his face while his muzzle shot forward into a long, slim snout. A feral roar ripped from his throat, revealing his teeth twisting into sharp fangs and his elongating tongue. The young park ranger's ears jumped up to the top of his head, transforming into two, large, triangular radar dishes that were tipped with black points like someone had tipped the ends of each ear into black paint. His black hair shrank back against his head, pressed together by the large ears and becoming like a Mohawk against his vulpine features.

His crimson eyes opened and he immediately lifted his right arm. The shallow cuts against his uniform flared out angrily. White fur sprung from its ragged edges as muscles built furiously beneath the skin. A sound like wet rocks mixed with mushy leaves being crushed within a plastic trash bag emanated from his biceps. This was quickly followed by the ripping noise of his sleeves as it was torn apart by his emerging muscle. White fur sprang all the way up his arm, muscles building beneath them and tripling the size of the limb.

Noah's fingers spasmed and twisted at odd angles, cracking and snapping loudly as they lengthened and fattened. Black claws took the place of his fingernails while his palms grew a brighter pink thanks to the pawpads that emerged there. He suddenly closed his twisting fingers into a fist, gaining control of the limb again and sending a powerful flex all up is arm. That shredded the remnants of his sleeves and sent his deltoids exploding out of his uniform.

"Oh fuck..." Ranger whispered, taking a step back. "It's the cut!"

"What?" asked Scott, with his ass still exposed to Noah.

Memories came flashing back to Ranger. "Before I first transformed, I cut the tip of my finger on a horn that was emerging from Duke's head! It isn't the full moon at all! Or maybe it is but he's transforming because I cut him with my claw!"

"Sounds like classical lycanthropy to me..." mused Doctor Price.

Scott suddenly let out a loud yelp as a big, white paw suddenly grabbed his ass, claws digging into his hard hide. Not enough the pierce the skin but enough to force him to tense up. The look of surprise and shock quickly turned into one of pleasure and lust as he found Noah's tongue pushed between his ass cracks and slobbering all over his sensitive hole. His eyes rolled up into the back of his head and his own tongue fell out of his broad muzzle. His big paw slapped against his forehead like he was trying to control himself but his knees gave away out from beneath him.

Noah ravaged his ass, burying himself deep in between the cheeks even as his transformation proceeded. His back erupted from out of his uniform, shredding it to pieces while pure, broad muscle blossomed from beneath taut skin only to be covered by smooth, creamy fur. That fur was like a beautiful, silky camouflage. Whenever he flexed, his muscles pushed up against the fur and showed every curve and crevasse with excruciating detail. But when he relaxed, it would fade beneath the pelt to become a single, smooth surface. There was no doubt that Noah was smaller than Ranger in terms of sheer width but as the young ranger's spine elongated and lengthened, he recognized that the emerging beast was slightly taller. Every muscle was still beyond bodybuilder proportions but if those proportions were slightly stretched vertically.

Doctor Price immediately moved to support the badger but made the mistake of coming withing striking range of Noah's other paw. Ranger started to voice his protest but it was too late. Noah immediately seized Price's throbbing cock and this was before it was transformed. The cracking and shifting of his muscles tightened his grip round Price's member, sending the therapist quaking where stood as the mighty fox began stroking the lion off with a ferocity that could only be matched be a freshly transformed beast. Without missing a beat, Noah pulled his muzzle away from Scott's ass and immediately gobbled up price's throbbing, barbed member.

"Oh... Oh...!" moaned the lion. "Oh my!"

Scott collapsed to the ground, ass twitching in the air as if begging for more. "Hoooooleeee sheeeeeeeeit..." he moaned.

Ranger inclined his head curiously as he approached his transforming colleague. He watched as the rest of Noah's pants exploded as a thick, canine cock burst from his crotch and splattered precum all over his feet. Seeing the other throbbing cock in front of him, Noah immediately abandoned Price's member and gobbled up Ranger's. The beast within Noah Tanaka was extremely skilled at giving head; that tongue was voracious and the suction he got from that long muzzle was ungodly. Ranger seized the back of the junior ranger's head and began face fucking the vulpine.

He let out along, feral growl along with the words, "Fuck... He's a bottom."

Hearing this, the stag - Ethan - stepped over and snapped what remained of Noah's pants from the emerging beast's waist. He lifted the fox's furry ass into the air while angling his own cock towards the needy ass. He pushed his cock into the hole. In instant, nine long, fluffy tails exploded from the base of Noah's spine, flaring out like a fan that swayed in a mesmerizing pattern.

"Fascinating..." murmured Price, wrapping an arm around Ranger's shoulder so they they were as close to one another as possible. Ranger's paw gravitated towards the lion's unoccupied cock, stroking it in tandem with his thrusts into Noah's muzzle. "... A kitsune... Japanese nine-tailed fox. And here I thought our inner beasts were limited to the realms of reality."

"Nothing about this was ever limited to the realms of reality," Ranger growled, a deep, feral need rising from his chest. He turned towards Price, licking his lips before letting out a soft grunt with his latest thrust. "Doesn't mean it isn't fucking hot."

A soft pop emitted from Noah's muzzle as he pulled away from Ranger's member, gave it one last final lick from base to tip before hungrily going down on Price's. The lion let out a soft moan, his legs collapsing a little from underneath him as Noah's expert tonguemanship nearly crippled him. It was a good thing that he had an arm around Ranger's shoulder so that he didn't fully fall to his knees.

Ranger caught him, helping him back to his feet as he inadvertently began bucking into Noah's muzzle. The kitsune reached up and grabbed Ranger's cock, making sure it wasn't left unattended while he slurped up Price's precum. There was shuffling beneath the two. Scott repositioned himself and clamped his own muzzle around Noah's cock. The fox let out a loud, muffled moan, his eyes rolling in his head. Coupled with buck's powerful thrusts, the newly made beast was quickly becoming overwhelmed with pleasurable sensations.

Running on pure instinct, Noah switched from one cock in front of him to the other, somehow managing to manage face-fucking Scott, clamping his ass on Ethan's member and switching between the twin, feline dicks in front of him without missing a beat. Perhaps it was some part of his strict adherence to rules that helped him manage all forms of stimulation. He was in a constant state of pleasure and his gurgling balls was a testament to this.

The two felines turned to one another, a savage grin on their muzzles.

"I think we've got a new initiate into our little community of the unleashed," rumbled Price.

Ranger leaned forward, clashing lips with the lion and suckling on the rough tongue. His own feral hunger was on the rise, his primal need on the verge of exploding. He pulled away from the doctor, lightly biting the bottom of Price's lip as he did so.

"You're calling yourselves the 'community of the unleashed'?" he growled. "Bit of a mouthful, isn't it?"

Then he pulled Price back towards him, their muzzles mashing together in a furious dance of lust. Their massive bodies were pressing together, muscles clashing with their pecs colliding like two huge mountains rubbing together on the fringes of a tectonic fissure. Noah couldn't consume one dick without having the other pressing up against the side of his face demanding attention. So he opened his jaw wide and allowed both to push down his throat. Feline libidos quickly kicked in and before long, both Ranger and Price were jackhammering Noah's muzzle, pumping precum down his throat while he was simultaneously being pumped from behind by Ethan and his own cock was being milked by Scott.

Price was the first to break their savage kiss. "Fuuuuuck..." he moaned. "This boy's muzzle is tight. I'm getting close..."

Ranger growled and clamped his jaw on Price's shoulder. "Cum, old man," he snarled. "Then get ready for one hell of a ride."

The therapist threw him a confused look but he bit down a little harder. That jolt of pleasure and pain sent the lion over the edge. Hot cum burst from his feline member, shooting straight into Noah's throat. The white-furred kitsune didn't waste a single drop and consumed everything given to him. The tension in Price's body was mirrored in his mate, Scott. The badger let out his own muffled scream as his own cock shot a geyser of seed all over Noah's broad chest, matting his fur and adding to the layer of creamy white. Behind him, Ethan let out a loud cry and exploded into Noah's ass.

All three men shuddered one after the other, each of their quakes felt through the catalyst - Noah. It took everything Ranger had not to orgasm at that moment as well but he kept his focus, kept his control and watched closely as all three beasts shot load after load into the hungry, feral kitsune.

Price's body went limp and he slowly let the lion slump to his knees. Scott crawled out from underneath Noah, a jolt of cum bursting from his dick and colliding with the blast that erupted from the fox's as well. It seemed Noah had his own orgasm. Unlike the other two, however, the freshly transformed kitsune was not exhausted. Not in the slightest.

Ranger knew this and it was exactly why he hadn't cum yet.

Ethan began to slip up but a threatening rumble rose from Noah's throat. Seeing this, Ranger, grabbed the fox's shoulders and pushed him back - back into Ethan. The dazed stag stumbled back, falling onto his rear. Still full of energy, Noah crawled up on top of the buck, legs apart and lifted to support him. Without hesitation, the kitsune began impaling himself over and over on Ethan's spent cock, keeping the blood there and quickly milking him for his next orgasm.

"Oh no... Oh fuck..." moaned Ethan.

"Something you've got to learn about my strain," Ranger said, licking his lips as he moved towards Noah. His cock in his paw, he shoved the member into Noah's muzzle and began fucking him all over again.

"We can go all night."

He grinned over his shoulder at the lion and badger currently looking up at him in exhaustion.

"And for the record, we're going to call ourselves 'The Unleashed'."

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Panic. Confusion. The blissful satisfaction of release.

All three of these emotions went around in a whirlwind over the past few hours between when I had transformed Sheriff Diesel Cooke into to an amazing hot polar bear daddy to the following morning when we emerged from his bedroom, covered in cum and guzzling gallons of water to replace what we had ejaculated all over his bedroom walls. After the revelation that I had not transformed back into my human shape after Diesel had become a beast, we didn't last more than thirty-minutes before I was inexplicably drawn to his hot body and was worshiping him. Forget the food that I had prepared. We were in his bedroom and he was fucking me until the sun rose. I'm _pretty_sure we fell a sleep a couple of times but then his boner or my cock would wake us up and we'd be at it again. Happens every time I make a new beast. Transformation and furry fetish dream come true. Seemed almost customary at this point.

After the high of the 'honeymoon period' as I like to call it died down, we cleaned up the mess we had left the previous night in the dining room. I cooked - he wasn't yet used to his huge size - and ate breakfast. We were mostly silent because it was only then did we realize we hadn't eaten for over twelve hours - cock doesn't count - and we were starving. I had to keep Diesel out of the kitchen. He was much bigger than he was before and he wasn't used to using his meaty limbs in the kitchen.

I guess that's something they don't tell you about all this spontaneous growth. Most people grow into their new size. They have years to get used to the gradual development of their bodies. Even as teenagers when we have our growth spurt, we have a period of clumsiness as our minds adjust to our altering bodies. When you go from chubby middle-aged, small-town sheriff to hulking, lean, eight-foot-tall polar bear daddy in the span of a day... well... that clumsiness comes back tenfold.

Having spent a little over a week with my body and finding out just how my limbs can wrap around different kinds of hunks, I was pretty well-versed in my bestial form. Not to mention I knew some tips and tricks to keep fur off the food I was cooking.

I was cooking breakfast - something hearty because we both ate much more than usual now - when there was a knock on the door. Again, I had to force myself not to turn around and get the door immediately. Then I remembered that there was no one in the house currently that could answer the door.

But I was too late.

Diesel had already opened it. Thank god he was wearing this pair of sexy black boxer shorts. They fit him loosely when he was an overweight human and now that he was a hulking bear that could crush people's torsos between his thighs, they looked like a pair of very revealing short-shorts. Seriously guys, his bulge is as big as a man's head!

"Johnathan," grunted Diesel.

Shit. It was the nosy neighbor.

"Ah...!" began Prinsky. "Oh... Oh no..."

"Can I help ya?" grunted Diesel, folding his arms. I guess when he rubbed his furry forearms against one another, he realized that he was talking to a human and he was no longer one. To his credit, he didn't say anything and remained calm like this was a perfectly normal thing to do.

"Sh - Sh - Sheriff?" stammered Prinsky.

"Yes. Is there a problem?"

"Y - Y - You're a...?"

I slowly crept out of the kitchen and peered towards the front door, keeping out of sight as much as possible.

"Dun be stupid, Johnathan," Diesel grunted. "This is jus' my fursuit."

I had to give Diesel credit for his ingenuity and quick thinking. Though I had to kick myself for the cringe that occurred from that proud declaration.

"Your... what...?" Prinsky responded.

"My fursuit. Remember th' kid I told ya I was helpin'? The furry? Ta help 'im come to terms with 'is situation, I've gotten all this." He gestured at his body with a huge paw. "His desires are perfectly normal an' I want him to know that."

Prinsky's eyes gravitated down towards the sheriff's enormous bulge, a blush touching his cheeks. "Uhm... are you sure...? I mean, going around dressing up in a mascot costume isn't really...?"

"How dare ya judge anyone else fer what they do in th' privacy of their own home?" Diesel growled back. "In fact, we shud be celebratin' people like him. They break th' mold of what humans are born with an' dare ta dream of becomin' somethin' else."

"Isn't that unnatural?"

"No more unnatural than someone buyin' military-grade listening equipment ta spy on 'is neighbors."

Prinsky's eyes went wide and immediately darted back up to meet Diesel's. He shrank back. "Ah... of course. Just... There was a rather loud... disruption last night and I thought I heard it come from here... So I..."

"All in th' process of becoming this."

Prinsky nodded. "Of course... It's a very... very convincing suit."

"It better be." Diesel leaned down, eyes narrowing towards Prinsky. "Now be a good boy an' scurry off. Dun bother me or my guest again 'less ya have somethin' really important. Ya hear me?"

My brow furrowed as, for a moment, I thought I saw Johnathan's Prinsky's eyes glaze over and his mouth fall open in slack-jawed terror. The nosy neighbor nodded, muttered a quick apology, and was suddenly scampering off back to his home across the street. Diesel shut the door as civilly and calmly as he could but given that he was still getting used to his new strength, he slammed the door with enough force that the retreating neighbor jumped the last few feet off Diesel's driveway.

"Damn... Maybe I was too harsh," rumbled Diesel.

I move behind him and wrapped my paws around his waist, nuzzling his neck affectionately. "I'm more concerned that you may have hypnotized him. Don't know if you even realized that you used 'good boy' on him."

A look of concern crossed Diesel's features as he turned to me, his meaty paws grasping my bare ass. "Ya really think that's still a thing? Do I still 'ave that power?"

It was a good question. I had gone under the assumption that I was the only one that was infectious and that my curse was the one that caused all the supernatural stuff to happen. Thus far, I had only been encountering people one at a time. This was the first time I had come to a populated area where the risk of infection was greater.

Did Diesel still have his powers? Would he retain it if I were ever to leave? Could he change other people or was that just me? Did my curse replicate across? Would other people be dragged into desires that Diesel possessed that he'd be doomed never to enjoy?

"It might be something wroth testing," Anodyne advised. "Cruel as it may seem, we need to know the scope of your abilities and the curse to determine how we are to proceed. Otherwise, we could potentially be causing an epidemic."

"I'm not sure," I admit. I traced the line of his collarbone, enjoying how his pectoral pressed up against my pawpads with every breath. "But I'm also not going to lie that I find the idea of you hypnotizing every guy in this town to be your obedient sex slave to be very hot." I snapped my jaws at him and he rolled his eyes, gently pushing me away.

"I ain't that kind of guy an' ya know it," he moved around me and went back to the kitchen were our brunch was ready. "Though, it's nice ta read 'bout all that stuff in them comics an' stories online, it ain't gonna happen here."

Just how much porn had he absorbed the previous day? Then again, he basically pounced on me just as I finished making dinner so... he probably binged a lot of smut. Given that he already knew what a fursuit was after just a day...?

"Why d'ya get hard over robbin' people o' their freewill anyway?" Diesel called out from the kitchen.

I followed him in and marveled at the beautiful, muscled canvas that was his back as it moved to sort out the fish and chips that I had prepared for our lunch. There were some mimosas as well.

"I don't know," I answered with a shrug. "It was just one of the things I ran into when I was jerking it off as a teen. You know how it is. Influences early in life evolves into depravities later." I had to shuffle back into the dining room to let him bring over the food as neither of us would ever fit in the doorway side by side. "I guess it had to do with all the bullying I got. Small Asian kid fantasizing about getting all that power over the big bullies that kept humiliating him. That sort of stuff."

Diesel grunted as he set down the food. How the chairs managed to remain standing despite our weights was a mystery. We both had to hunch over a little due to our increased height. "Sounds like ya got sum issues 'bout yer earlier years."

"You make me sound old," I grumbled, shoveling the food into my muzzle and chewing happily. "I'll have you know I'm at peace with my demons. Hell, a lot of my fantasies these days can be reversed. I'll get just as hard hypnotizing others as being hypnotized."

"Yer a weird kid," chuckled Diesel. "But I think that's why I like ya. If it weren't fer that weirdness, I dun think I would've become a furry."

I took some pride in being part of Diesel's furry awakening. That pride, however, was quickly dampened by the harsh reality that I was still furry. Despite having turned him, I was still in my bestial form. It was a topic that we both avoided up until that point but now that we were both coming down from our sexual high and we were sitting across from one another, there was an awkward silence that demanded to be filled.

And fill it I did!

"So what story are you going to tell everyone once I leave and you're still in your 'fursuit'?" I teased.

He let out a barking laugh that shook the room. "They'll hafta deal with it 'cuz I ain't leavin'." A bright grin crossed his features. "I put too much inta this town and it's either gonna change with me or they can get out." He waggled his big, bushy white eyebrows at me. "Besides, if I do have my powers still, I can jus' hypnotize 'em ta fergettin' all 'bout me or leavin' town."

"Isn't that a little draconian?"

The puzzled look he gave me was cute and I explained what I meant by such measures being too harsh. Naturally, he found a way to convince me he wasn't going to far. People here had to be more accepting and this wasn't just about him either. Guys like Colin were afraid of showing who they were because of nosy, judgmental people like Johnathan who would make scenes and scandals of the smallest things. Colin had to go to extreme measures just to make himself seem appealing before anyone could even consider him as their mate.

"What's the deal with Colin and Gunnar anyway?" I asked. "How long has Colin been in love with Gunnar and how long have you known?"

The literal bear sheriff sighed and looked wistfully at a nearby wall. My guess is that a photograph of those were had sat there once. "I told ya 'bout how I came across Colin. Gunnar told ya 'bout how we crossed paths. What they didn't tell ya wus that the two are basically attached to the hip 'cuz of their upbringing."

"Colin told me that Gunnar was one year ahead of him in school and you introduced them."

"Wus more than that."

Coming from an Asian family with mixed heritage, Gunnar's family was already treated as outcast amongst the extended family. Gunnar's father was considered the black sheep for not marrying anyone with Indonesian heritage or even anyone vaguely oriental. This was worse when he gave up the family name and instead took his wife's. There were no outward forms of racism, of course, but he was always treated distantly. Though his parents were fairly liberal, Gunnar's grandparents on his father's side constantly pressured him to obey the tenets of traditional Indonesian culture.

"They'd only talk Indonesian ta 'im," continued Diesel. "They'd hit 'im if he dinna respond in kind. Every time they were ov'r, they'd cook food from their home country an' try ta force Gunnar to eat it. They gave 'im an Indonesian nickname. Subtle things like that."

"That's subtle?" I blurted. "Yeah, my dad was pretty much like that as well. Same with my extended family. But I sort of accepted it as that part of my life, you know? Nothing wrong with staying true to your heritage while simultaneously living in the culture of the nation you have accepted as your own."

"Absolutely. But it was sorta... like brainwashin', ya know. 'Cept it made Gunnar... sorta get lost."

Caught between the two worlds, Gunnar fought to find his identity and stumbled onto the little gang that Colin ran with. They gravitated towards him because of his immense size and used him as their muscle. Doubt still crept in Gunnar's mind, however, and he acted as a voice of reason to the boys. He quit the gang shortly before Colin was caught by Diesel. Using him as an example, Colin latched onto Gunnar and aimed to have the foresight and strength the boy had thinking he had the right path and direction that he sorely lacked.

"But that was all just a front, wasn't it?" I probed. "Gunnar likes to put up these walls. Make it look like he's in control when he really isn't."

Diesel nodded in agreement. "Thing is, Gunnar uses Colin too. Like he 'as a little brother ta protect an' live fer. Colin gives Gunnar direction. Dun know if either of 'em see it but they're good fer each other. It's jus' that Colin is th' one that's takin' it further inta romance."

Classic unrequited love scenario. One party loves the other while the other only sees the first in a familial way and not really in a romantic fashion.

"It's starting to sound like Colin has been really trying to make himself look appealing in every way he can without actually telling Gunnar how he feels," I observed.

Diesel grunted in agreement. "That's th' boy's problem. I keep tellin' 'im that he should jus' tell Gunnar. The worst that can happen is that Gunnar don't see 'im that way but then he can jus' move on with his life. He can't make Gunnar love 'im like that. It's jus' like that movie, Dame from a Distance. You seen it?"

"I'm a gay man," I responded bluntly. "But I'm not that gay. Heard of it though."

I'm not at that point in my life where I start delving into romance novels but I had seen enough romcoms and had enough of the trope over-analyzed in my classes to know that the media had been over-saturated by it to the point that the youth of these days were subconsciously influenced to follow its footsteps. My Social Studies Professor called it 'Cyclical Narrative Influence'. I'm sure it's called something else but he constantly boasts that he came up with the term. In essence, it's where a story or scenario is constantly repeated that we are subconsciously or even consciously driven to follow its narrative course thereby repeating the events of the story and becoming a sort of cautionary tale that only feeds the cycle.

Think about it. I mean, really think about it. How many times have you seen people in shows, movies or even in real life constantly repeat things like 'it's just like Romeo and Juliet but with a happy ending' or 'I wish I was like that celebrity in this_movie only it'll en ddifferently'? The story becomes reality as people attempt to emulate it because it _starts how they want it to but they want it to change for their situation. Then reality comes crashing in and showing them why it ended poorly for Romeo and Juliet or why those celebrities were acting in a made-up scenario.

Suddenly, I let out a groan and Diesel asked me what was wrong.

"You know," I laughed softly. "In this scenario, we're the gay friends of the obviously struggling protagonists that offers sassy advice and comedic humor."

He quirked an eyebrow at me. Without saying a word, I knew exactly what he was going to ask.

"Hell no," I said. "That is not one of my kinks or my fantasies. I have_never_ been in love with anyone to the point that I actually would fantasize about any of this mushy stuff. All my fantasies end after orgasm. There's never been any happily ever after."

A look of worry crossed the ursine sheriff's features. That formed a pit of concern in my stomach.

"What?" I asked.

Diesel took a second to respond. He lifted his gaze and leveled it at me.

"What if that's what yer life will be from now on?" he asked evenly.

I lifted my eyebrows and let out a laugh, crossing my arms across my broad chest. "What? You mean transforming everyone into sexy hot men that play out my fantasies and dances to my kinks? I could think of worse ways to spend the rest of my life."

"No..." he said cautiously. "I mean... no happily ever after?"

I opened my muzzle to tell him that I would be fine with that scenario when it hit me. It hit me exactly what he was asking.

All my fantasies at the point of being cursed ended at the point of orgasm. There were no relationships, no cuddling, no romance and certainly no endings. At twenty-two years old, settling down and getting married, having kids or even having a committed relationship was the farthest from my mind. I could easily blame my upbringing as the constantly pressure of 'carrying on the family name' was something my father and brothers insisted was the only thing I was good for which caused me to veer as far away from commitment as possible. But I knew the truth.

I_enjoyed_ jerking off and not thinking about the consequences of turning into a werewolf every night for the rest of my life at moonlight. I loved the idea of transforming into some guy's jockstrap and just rubbing against his dick as he played football. I reveled at the idea of transforming the entire world into a society of gay, muscled men without and regard for how we will reproduce or even stay alive.

There was no happily ever after.

And for the first time in my life... that terrified me.

A new sense of panic filled my chest. That twisting void in my stomach extended to my chest, compressing my lungs and making it harder and harder to breathe. Fire burned my cheeks while the fur on the back of my neck stood up on end. There was an itch crawling up my forearms while electricity charged my feed. I had to get up. I had to move.

I got to my feet, nearly knocking over my chair. "I... I need to use to the bathroom."

I was bolting towards the back of the house while Diesel was still shouting my name. Door shut and locked behind me, I stumbled over to the sink, hyperventilating and wheezing while purposefully avoiding the gaze of my reflection. My heart was pounding against my chest like a tap dancer poking his heels against my ribs.

This was entirely different from when I transform.

This was panic.

"Duke?" Anodyne asked gently. "What is going through your head?"

A whole minute passed before I could muster the strength to answer. Another minute after that before I found the words to formulate that answer.

"Remind me," I gasped softly. "How many people have every successfully broken the curse?"

"None."

The inevitability of the answer was far more crushing than the answer itself. I lifted my gaze to my reflection. All the strength left my legs. Though I tried to support myself on my arms against the sink, it just wasn't enough. I crumpled to the floor, scurrying backwards and pressing my back against the wall, my knees up to my chin.

"Shit," was all I could say.

"Duke?"

Again, it took me two minutes before I could answer. "No one ever broke this curse."

"No."

"So that means that I'll forever by cursed to make everyone else enjoy my fantasies around me and transform them into furry beasts while I sit on the sidelines and act as an accessory to their pleasure."

Anodyne slithered down to my knee so I could see him. "Yes."

"Fantasies that were set in stone at the time I got cursed."

"Yes."

A bitter laugh escaped my lips. "You want to know something, Dyne?"

"Tell me."

"I became obsessed with transformation even before I learned what my balls were for. I watched television shows about heroic kids undergoing transformations to save their friends and stop the bad guys with their powers. It was always the same trope though. They were small, skinny and unassuming."

"Kind of like how you were."

"Yeah. Maybe that's why I associated with them so well. I always wished for the power to just spontaneously shout out some magical words and suddenly become this beefy beasts that has the power to save the world." I rested the back of my head against the wall, staring listlessly up at the ceiling. "It's only when hormones started kicking in that I started sexualizing it. That eventually led to my other kinks and fantasies."

"I understand."

Another bitter laugh escaped my lips. "No. No you don't, Dyne. Because you want to know one fantasy that has lived me with since I was a kid? A fantasy that could be the root of why my scenarios tend to end when I cum? Something that most people don't think about and what sets me apart from everyone else that you've had to deal with?"

"What?"

I shut my eyes, my voice quivering. "I never wanted the story to end." When Anodyne didn't respond, I clarified. "Immortality. Agelessness. Godhood. Whatever you want to call it. Deep down, from when I was a kid, I wanted to live forever so I could have fun forever. I wanted to be the world's eternal protector when I was a kid. As a young adult, I wanted to fuck forever. Even now, deep down, there's some part of me that just wants to keep going, meeting different people, watching my kinks transform them and sleeping with them."

"And that's not what you want?"

I shut my eyes, tears welling up and being absorbed into my fur. "The curse is meant to punish me for fucking up. What if..." My voice broke. "What if it's going to give me exactly what I want because of just how stupid and naive it is? What if I can't die, Dyne? You kept telling me that I could always end this if I took my own life. I never considered it but it was... it was an out. But what if..."

"You can't die because deep down in your desires never had a 'happily ever after' in order to keep your fantasies going on forever. So now, in an ironic twist, the curse could give you that. You will never die but you will_see everyone happy before yourself._"

One more bitter laugh escaped me. "Is this some cosmic joke? The only way I'll ever break this curse is to make sure everyone else is happy before I am? Or do I have to kill everyone else first? Maybe wait for the inevitable end of the universe before I'm finally free?"

Anodyne slithered up to my arm. "If I could slap you, I would."

I shot him a piercing stare. "This is not joke."

"I am not joking, Duke. Before you interrupt me, I want you to think about something. Before this all started, magic was a joke to you. It wasn't within the realms of possibilities. Now that you know it's real, you are trying to force your meager understanding onto something you do not understand. You are limiting magic to what you think it should be. You haven't considered everything it is capable of."

I frowned at him. "What are you saying?"

"You're only considering what is possible. You haven't considered the impossible."

"Like... what?"

He slithered in a way to suggest that he was shrugging. "Maybe a god out there has the power to break your curse. Perhaps the reality of it is that you_aren 't the one that is cursed but are just a victim of one of your friend's curse? What if you case_ a different _kind of ritual that will hold back the curse?"_

I straightened a little. "Is that... even possible?"

"Who knows? My knowledge is limited to the people I have interacted with and my knowledge of the ritual and the subsequent curse. I don't know everything, Duke, but I'm not so arrogant to assume all that answers lie within what I do know."

A small, hopeful laugh left my lips. "Wow... That's kind of... encouraging coming from someone who first suggested I kill myself."

"I never suggested you kill yourself. I simply gave you a story about how it ended for one individual that I was tasked to look after. If you are intent on breaking this curse, then look for other possibilities. There is so much we do not understand about the universe. Maybe a solution here is to perform the ritual again and if you genuinely want the curse to break, maybe that'll be enough."

I lifted my eyebrows at him, lifting my hand as he slithered to my palm so we were looking at each other at eye-level. "You think that'll work?"

"Do you think that is the only thing you'll ever truly want?"

A sardonic smirk touched my lips. "I'd have to fuck a lot of people before that'll happen."

"Then perhaps that is what we will have to do."

I wasn't sure if sex as therapy was ever a solution but something told me that really wasn't the answer here. Hope for a solution was the point of the conversation and it was driven home.

"If I could hug you right now, I would," I confessed.

Anodyne smiled at me. "Glad to be of help."

The doorbell rang and I perked my ears.

"That must be Gunnar."

That was my 'oh shit' moment for the day as I remembered that Gunnar was meant to come in today and pick me up so we could get to know each other. How he would react to Diesel's transformation was likely to be negative given how he reacted initially to me.

"I better go out and greet him," I rumbled, rising to my feet. "I don't think he'll take kindly to me hiding in the bathroom while his 'dad' shields me."

"A good idea. And Duke?"

I glanced at the tattoo construct that had moved back to my right arm. "Yeah?"

"Don't be afraid to tell me what you're thinking. I'm here to help you and knowing you better will likely help me understand your curse more."

I smiled at him and nodded. "Yeah. Okay. Thanks again, Dyne."

"I'm here as always."

?

Gunnar was at the front door when I emerged from the bathroom, staring agape at Diesel with his mouth hanging open. There was surprise and fury in his eyes. Behind that... there was jealousy. Diesel was partway to explaining the situation in his typical fatherly way when Gunnar noticed me. His lips pulled up into a snarl for a moment when the sheriff's voice brought him back to the lengthy exposition.

Diesel noticed me as well and waved me over.

You know that feeling when your parents parade you in front of their relatives while boasting about your achievements but you're this shy, introverted kid that doesn't want to make a splash? Or that moment when you are brought up in front of the school assembly for something as stupid as an attendance award? The spotlight on you, all eyes filled either with glowering hate, dismissive disdain or bored irritation?

Yeah, that's how I felt when I shuffled over to Diesel, trying to make myself as small as possible with my hunched shoulders and lowered head. Diesel wrapped his arms around my shoulder and pulled me close, showing that I wasn't just another surrogate son. I was a surrogate son he fucked.

Again Gunnar looked like he was about to unhinge his jaw, spit acid in my face and then swallow me whole while my body was slowly digested.

"So it's happening then," he spat, causing me to flinch with those venomous words. "We're really going to turn the whole town into _furries_because of this guy." His words came out with a spiteful snarl. Though I did notice how often his eyes would glide up and down Diesel's chiseled body and how his lips would twist in a weird way.

"That's not what's happenin' 'ere, Gunny," answered Diesel calmly. "We're havin' a referendum."

The word caused me to glance at the huge sheriff with curiosity.

"I've given so much ta this town," continued Diesel. "Everyone 'ere is my kid. But I ain't gonna be 'round ferever. I've never asked fer much. But now, I get another chance ta be more than I wus and to tack on another couple o' years. If the price fer that is to look like this..." He flexed an arm, veins popping past his fur and making both me and Gunnar swallow loudly. "... then it's a price I'm willin' ta pay. That's my choice. If the town ain't behind me on that... well, then they can get outta my town."

Gunnar looked like he was about to protest but he quickly swallowed it back. A heavy, ragged sigh escaped his lips and he pinched the bridge of his nose while shutting his eyes tightly. "Dee... you know no one is going to fight you. Not even the mayor. Just..." He lifted his gaze, letting go of his nose and leveling his eyes at Diesel. "It's just a total left field. People will love you regardless but they'll get whiplash from this."

"Which is why you an' Colin are doin' yer rounds with Duke, right?" Diesel said with a suggestive grin.

There was no denying that my influence had already changed Colin a little and there was similarly no doubt that he was probably going to spend the majority of the day telling the town about how he obtained such spontaneous growth. My turn with Gunnar was going to pave the way for his transformation and similarly begin spreading the news. It was kind of devious but it was the only way we were going to actually get the whole town onboard with this transformation.

"Yeah..." Gunnar sighed, dropping his gaze. "I already went over to the clinic and spoke with my cardio group. Spun some stuff about going some 'amazing miracle treatment' for these gains." He offered a weak smile and an even weaker and quick flex of his own arms. "They were pretty interested. I didn't give them details. I know them. They're going to start digging and it's going to make them want it more."

"Kind of like Johnathan," I rumbled.

"Prinsky?" Gunnar asked, his eyebrows rising in concern. "He came nosing about?"

"We made... a bit of noise last night."

The EMT's eyes narrowed. "I'll bet." He let out another weary sigh. "We'll have to deal with him."

"I'll take care of it," Diesel said, gently pushing me forward towards Gunnar. "You two go and get to know each other. I'll start working the team down at the office."

And with that, our totally hot dad that was wearing nothing but his snug underwear that left nothing to the imagination and just so happen to be a ripped, eight-foot-tall bodybuilder polar bear pushed us out the door with a playful slap on our ass. Gunnar didn't even flinch but I jumped and let out a short, canine yelp. The EMT's lips twisted in amusement and I blushed beneath my blue fur. We quickly got into his car - a small hybrid that would not fit my mass no matter how much I pushed the seat back.

Gunnar took endless amusement watching me struggle to slide into the passenger seat before I eventually gave up and squeezed into the back seat where there was much more room. He couldn't used the rear view mirror as I took up the entire backseat with by bulk. Not that he needed it. His hybrid's rear cameras were all that he needed.

Einstein was wrong. Time is relative but it isn't speed that makes time go slower. It's the glowering gaze of Gunnar Heinrich and seething hatred that oozed out of him towards me. It was only a seven minute drive to his place but it felt like an eternity. Trapped in a small car with a guy that clearly despised me seemed to dilate time.

I_tried_ to resist making small talk but the awkwardness was just too much.

"So... Diesel is pretty hot, right?"

Gunnar immediately slammed on the brakes. Since none of the seat belts fit me in the small car I was hurled forward and crashed against the back seats. With all of these muscles as cushioning and the fact that Gunnar wasn't driving particularly fast, I was left mostly uninjured.

"Do not talk about him like that," Gunnar growled, staring daggers at me. "You do not get to just waltz into town, show off your ass and seduce the single most decent man in this world because you offered him your Faustian deal and ass!"

I leaned back, crossing my arms and resting my elbows on the shoulders of the front seats. "Wow. 'Faustian'. I'm surprised a musclehead like you knows what that means."

"Don't loop me in with your stereotypes from the 1980's. Just because a guy likes to look good and develop his muscles doesn't automatically make him a dumb jock. I'm a fucking EMT. I need to know and study the latest techniques to keep people alive. Just because I can benchpress more than my body weight, doesn't mean I don't like reading or studying."

His knuckles turned white as he gripped the steering wheel tightly. "In fact, if there's anyone_that can even understand how to maintain a body like yours or Dee's, it'd be me." He shot me another venomous look. "I mean, seriously. What good will the instant gratification of obtained... _that..." He gestured at me. "... do you if you can't maintain it?" Lifting a finger, he said, "One year. I give everyone you've transformed one year before they turn these godly bodies you've given them into reflections on who they once were just with extra fur and fangs. They didn't earn those muscles."

Is that what this was about? Was he jealous because he had to work for his build while I just came along and gave Diesel a body he could never dream of just by having sex with me?

"It's more than what he's saying," warned Anodyne. "I think he genuinely cares for Diesel but is afraid. This jealousy and frustration is coming from somewhere else..."

Wish my constructed companion could elaborate.

"That's not what's eating you, is it?" I pressed. "You want those muscles. Hell, you're happy Dee is happy." I narrowed my gaze at him, leaning forward until my nose was nearly at his cheek. He veered away as much as possible. "What's really eating you?"

"The fact that you're going to turn everyone into muscled hunks without them earning it. You're giving power to children who have no idea how to use it. The nuclear codes to toddlers!"

"No. Are you just afraid of change?"

He let out a short laugh and threw his head back. "Me? Fuck no. I've been trying to get Dee to work out for years! I was concerned about his health! I want him around for a long time too but you saw him before he changed! I'm surprised he wasn't pre-diabetic! He was one hamburger away from a heart attack! I'd vote for him to be the mayor. I want change."

"Just not one this fast?"

"Of course not! Change takes time. Like I said." He made slicing motions through the air. "People are going to get whiplash from this kind of change. Grimmwood is a small town. Everyone where is content with how things are. They're comfortable." His eyes lowered. "And that's part oft he problem. They're happy to just let time fly by because they're secure in the knowledge that nothing will ever change."

I didn't get it. It sounded like he was happy to bring about change but make sure it was slow and steady. Was he really just annoyed that I made Diesel into a hot polar bear over the past few days? Would he have preferred it to be a gradual transformation? A slow burn?

No... That wasn't it. It was something else.

"Wait..." Anodyne whispered. "Is... Is he a homosexual too?"

I glanced at my tattoo incredulously. I wish I could talk to him without making Gunnar think I'm even crazier than I already am. He got my intention with just that look.

"He said you were transforming people into 'muscle hunks' and he has just confirmed that he's happy to see people change but only slowly. He was also quite defensive about you calling Diesel 'hot' without explicitly saying why_you shouldn_'t talk about him like that. Knowing what we know about this town, perhaps he is a closeted homosexual as well but is just waiting for the right time to come out?"

It was... a theory. Not necessarily a good one but one worth exploring.

One question would answer any lingering doubts.

"So coming out as gay would be too much and too fast of a change for you, huh?"

Gunnar's eyes widened and he immediately slammed on the accelerator, sending me crashing back into the back seat.

"You have no idea what you're talking about!" he growled.

"So it's true!" I exclaimed. "You are gay! You've just been waiting for the 'right time' to come out!"

"Bullshit."

"Uh-huh. And if I told you that my powers might actually turn people into hot, sexy, gay men, what would you say?"

There was a pause. That was all the answer I needed.

He was gay. Gunnar Heinrich was gay. All that posturing, all the effort to build his body and the opposition to my influence on this town was to protect his secret. It was sort of like looking into a bizzaro version of myself. We were both from an Asian heritage, came from a family that was kind of conservative and lived in a world that was either oblivious to our sexuality or outright repressive of it. The only difference was I embraced the rainbow in my blood but only let it out in secret bursts once a week while he outright repressed it and protected himself with bodybuilding to build a 'too-macho-to-be-gay' persona.

I don't know which one of us had it worse.

"You know Colin is gay too and likes you, right?" I ventured.

"Of course I know," he growled back. "He's been really pushy about it. He never outright says it but I know the signs."

"Then why don't you just tell him how you feel? You know he's seriously considering leaving the town if you don't reciprocate, right?"

Gunnar slammed a fist into the steering wheel while he was still driving. "Of course I know! I told you, I'm not some dumb, meathead! I know."

"Then why don't you tell him? You know you'll lose him, right? Even if you don't feel the same way, at least telling him you're gay and not interested is better than nothing. He might just need another friend to stay in town."

Because god knows, I'm not going to be that friend. Diesel might be enough of an anchor now that he had his own furry-gay-awakening. Still, if he was kept on the hook by Gunnar, it might be enough to drive him away.

"Because it isn't the right time!" snapped Gunnar. "It just... isn't."

"Control."

"Huh?" I asked inadvertently.

"It just isn't the right time for me, okay?" Gunnar snapped, turning into a driveway. "Especially after all this." He jumped out of the car, slammed the door shut and charged into his home. The door slammed behind him but I didn't hear it lock.

"He's after control,"_Anodyne surmised solemnly. _"I think he's frustrated that he can't control how he feels about men. He wants to come out on his own timeline. Not anyone else's. He wants to come out of the closet, not be dragged out of it. Colin is basically forcing him to do that. You are too with your transformations. He wants to be in control of his life."

Damn. That hit deep. The specters of my father and brothers were evidence enough that control was certainly something that I lacked in my life. The curse drove that point home even more. I had no idea what caused me to change. I had no_control over what fantasies were played out. I had _no agency when I was in the middle of my fantasies either. It was just all out of my control. I was constantly dancing to someone else's tune. Even if that someone was horny, bestial me.

"Fuck," I rumbled and hurried to give chase.

His house was far less extravagant than Colin's. It was refreshingly mundane. Single storey, double garage and looked like it was the child of the two adjacent houses. Something normal. Unassuming and blended so well into the background that no one would ever think that it was odd or unnatural.

That said so much about Gunnar. He didn't want to cause waves until he was ready. If one were to drive down the street, you would be forgiven to miss his home if you didn't know the exact street number because it was that bland. The lawn wasn't too clean and even had some yellow patches on it. There were no weird lawn ornaments or even anything particularly spectacular about the front facade. It was just... normal.

God, I've been there.

Thankfully, he hadn't locked the door so I was able to step inside, ducking under the top of the door frame as I did so. The clanking of metal could be heard to my right and I followed to the garage. Instead of an actual place to store his car, he had converted it into a gym. A pretty extensive one too. There was a whole bench press, a rack of dumbbells, leg press machine and a smith machine. The floor was covered in the rubber that would absorb some of the impact if weights fell. It felt a little weird on my bare paws.

Gunnar angrily slammed on a whole two hundred pounds onto the bench press and spared me just one glance before immediately turning away. He shucked off his shirt to reveal a black tanktop beneath and positioned himself beneath the bar. Even though he was still wearing jeans, he nevertheless gripped the bar and began with a set.

I watched him from a distance. As much as I love watching pumped, sweaty muscle, I couldn't help but remember the technique that Colin had taught me that he used to focus; twenty-ones he called it. Seeing Gunnar trying to literally pump his frustrations out with weights proved just how similar the two were.

Why they hadn't ended up together was still a mystery.

No, that's wrong. I knew exactly why they didn't end up together. They were just too cowardly to just come out and tell each other how they felt. Colin was trying to subvert his way into Gunnar's heart and Gunnar was just scared of being forced into a relationship.

I would blame this on another of my fantasy scenarios but I was never into this kind of mushy stuff. Too much plot and not enough porn.

The loud sound of the bar being set onto the rack brought my attention back to reality.

"If you're going to stand there and get hard over me working out you might as well spot me."

I padded over and squeezed myself between the bench and the wall. "Are you sure this is okay? Not too gay for you?"

"You already know I'm gay," he snarled, lying back on the bench and gripping the bar tightly. "And it's inevitable that I'm going to be turned by you. It's what Diesel wants. So might as well suck you off while working out. Isn't that one of your fantasies?"

He got me there. Gym fantasies were certainly one of my kinks. You know how it is. Small, easily intimidated nerd goes to a gym, gets pumped full of some mysterious protein shake, some random experimental formula or even just breathes in the musk of all the guys in the room and instantly turns into a jock-bro like them while simultaneously losing his intelligence.

"I do but I don't think that's what's happening here," I answered, gingerly letting my paws hover just beneath the bar. He began his set and I kept silent as he pumped out ten reps with relative ease. Yes, I know what sets and reps are. Joey taught me.

"Don't leave me guessing," he grunted, slamming the weights back onto the rack. "I hate not knowing."

"That's not all you hate, is it?" I pressed.

He rolled his eyes at me as he sat up and rolled his shoulders. "What was your first clue?"

His hostility was getting tiresome. Even thought I knew where it was coming from, it still didn't help his likeability. Nothing was going to get him to move or change his stance unless he wanted to. Immovable object, after all. So the only solution was to get him to come to me.

"I noticed that your pectorals are pretty damn big."

"Just fuck me already. We know it's going to happen. Don't need to flatter me."

Time to put Colin's theory and my new muscles to the test. I grabbed the two-hundred-pound bar and weights and quickly performed seven bicep curls starting from about halfway up. Gunnar stared in awe as I pumped out the seven very quickly. Then I started down from the full extended motion but only brought up the weight about halfway. After that set, I did the full motion. My muscles weren't even burning. I guess pumping one fifth of my body weight wasn't too difficult with this form.

I set the bar down, watching the jealousy and amazement burning in Gunnar's eyes. That got his attention.

"If you're looking to intimidate me -" he rasped, his throat clearly dry.

"No. That was just to get you to shut-up and listen to me," I answered, crossing my arms. "What I was going to say is that your pecs are pretty big but only on the outer parts. You're lacking definition down the inner chest. Right here."

I pointed at the cleft he had. Everything was pretty big but it clearly faded a little into softness around the middle.

"What do you know about working out," he asked. Though his words were hostile, his tone was genuinely curious. He was warming up to me.

"I have a friend, Joey," I explained. "He's actually my roommate." 'Was' I corrected mentally. "He's a total jock-bro and the kind of guy that doesn't mind dragging me to the gym every now and then. He's an anatomy student and wants to go into physiotherapy after graduation. Figures that by simultaneously working out and keeping fit, he'll be able to inspire people to be healthier and know how it feels to strain certain muscles. I think he's just bullshitting me because he likes to workout and knows that I'm a total nerd so he tries to justify his exercise routine by putting an intellectual spin on it."

I leaned forward, crossing my arms against the bar. "But really, he never had to do that. I was more than happy to join him at the gym even if I never saw results. I was just glad to spend time with him."

Gunnar's eyes dropped for a second. "Are you in love with him?"

I smirked. "He _is_hot and dumb. I'd suck his dick and let him fuck me. If he came out as gay and we fooled around with one another, I wouldn't mind but I'm not in love with him. So far, I've never found anyone that I definitively say I want to commit to."

He didn't say anything prompting me to continue.

"You told me not to judge you for having the body I could only dream of and subsequently being the stereotypical protein junkie. So don't judge me for being a horny college student with some fucked up fantasies." I glanced off to the side and waved a limp wrist absently. "I mean, that is_what I am but it's not _all that I am."

Turning back to Gunnar, I said, "All I'm saying is that maybe you're not the only one that's got it hard around here and that was not an innuendo." The corners of his mouth twisted upwards ever so slightly. "Everyone has got complicated lives. People aren't as shallow as you think. Maybe people will look down on you for being gay. Maybe they'll be accepting. You can't assume how they'll react because you really can't control them. You'd be just as bad as Colin."

He winced and turned away from me. "I'm not saying what Colin is doing is wrong. He's really..." His voice trialled off and when it was clear I wasn't going to get a response from him, I patted the bar and told him it was time for another set. That, at least, he could understand and after pumping out another ten reps, he was ready to talk.

"He's really sweet. In his own way, he respects me enough to try and 'convert' me."

"If only he knew he didn't have anything to convert, am I right?" I teased.

Gunnar rolled his eyes and got up, announcing that it was time to do some incline presses. Seeing as I was working on my biceps, I decided to work on my hammer curls. His eyes boggled when I picked up the 120 pound dumbbells like it was nothing and did my exercise with them. What I wouldn't give to have a body and this strength naturally. Then again, I was once again haunted by the reality of what would happen after obtaining such a body. How do I maintain it? I only worked out occasionally with Joey and I despised the burn and soreness that came afterwards. My diet would likely have to change as well. After the discussion with Diesel, I was suddenly confronted about what would happen after my fantasies were over.

"I'm not being a coward," Gunnar said after he finished his set. "Honest. I just... I'm just waiting for the right time."

I grunted as I set down the weights. "You better find the right time soon."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

I glanced over at him, my features gravely serious. "Gunnar, Colin isn't going to wait around forever for you to grow a pair and decide you want to be with him. Actually, scratch that. You've already decided to commit to him but you just want to make that announcement on _your_terms, am I right?"

Gunnar squeezed his eyes shut and let out a soft, irritated growl. "It's more complicated than that."

"What did I just say about everyone having their shit to deal with?" I said, dropping my arms with great exasperation to my sides. "Seriously, man. What could be more complicated than the fact that I've got an unknown curse that's spreading and everyone else gets to experience the joys of my fantasies while I get to sit here with my dick erect and no one to suck it?" He beckoned at him to approach. "Come on. What's got you so hung up? Lay it on me."

The EMT let out a shout of frustration and gripped the sides of his head, tugging at the roots of his black hair. "You wouldn't understand."

"Maybe not but you'll never know if you don't actually _try_to make me understand. You have _no_idea what I've been through."

"Oh yeah?" he snapped angrily, spinning towards me. "What have_you gone through, huh? What's _so terrible about running around in a body that would make any gay man drool and being able to turn everyone you encounter into a hot, sexy man that'll dance to your script like you're the director of some erotic Broadway play!?"

That would've been the perfect time to explode. To let all the frustration, the confusion and pain from the past week or so to come exploding like a volcano and to melt his face off with my molten bile. The fury was sitting in my stomach. Ready to explode. I could feel it bubbling up my chest, pooling in my throat preparing to come bursting out like a lightning storm.

I was ready to scream at him about how I hated_not knowing what was happening to me or my friends. How I had lost _two weeks of life and I didn't know how I had ended up in the middle of the Washington forest. The feeling of being lost as I was slowly losing more and more control of myself was the filling to the chaotic cake that was my life. The frosting was the consequences of dragging other people - other good people - like Diesel into my drama. And the topping? The strawberries on top? That was harsh reality that deep down in my fantasy of fantasies... I might not be able to cure this thing; the possibility that this... this was unstoppable.

My eyes were locked on him. Rage burned in his eyes and behind that, at the core of the fire, was the green flame of jealousy burning from the wreckage of his buried emotions and desires. I saw all of that. Saw how he couldn't be who he wanted to be because he thought no one would accept him. But it was more than that. He couldn't come out... because he didn't think he was good enough.

And that just doused the flames in my heart leaving me with the cooling smoke of pity and the smoldering embers of empathy for someone that was so much like me with just a few small differences.

"The worst part about waiting for something better," I said at length, "is that when that 'something better' finally does come around, you might miss your turn."

Gunner regarded me with a confused look. "What?"

"I'm not going to sing my own praises here, Gunnar," I admitted. "But you and Colin, hell, all of Grimwood, has been stuck in time for so long. You've all been in a holding pattern for years." I pressed a paw against my chest. "Now I've come along. The runway is finally open and Colin is going to get off the plane. You can go with him or stay on the plane and go back into the air, circling the airport forever."

I knelt next to him, resting a big paw on his knee. "I'm not stupid enough to think that I can keep this pattern going on forever. I'm not going to be running around having sex all over the world and having people play out my fantasies even if I get off. One day, I'm going to get sick of those fantasies. It's why I keep developing new kinks."

"That's gross."

"It's the truth," I responded. "No one is going to force you to take the exit. But Colin is. Whether you like it or not, I've added a new variable to the town and things are changing. You know what they say about the unstoppable force meeting the immovable object, right?"

"It's a paradox," he said dismissively. "If the unstoppable force really is unstoppable, then it won't let the immovable object get in its way. But if the immovable object really is immovable, then it will stop the unstoppable force."

I gave him a slight smile. "There's something about that old parable that people don't realize."

He rolled his eyes at me. "Oh yeah? What infinite wisdom do you, a twenty-two-year-old college student that just so happens to get his ass cursed because he was drunk and did something stupid one night that other philosophers and the greatest minds haven't thought about?"

I could tell even Anodyne was hanging onto my every word.

"The unstoppable force can just go around the object."

Gunnar frowned. "What?"

"Ha!" barked my sentient tattoo. At least someone got it.

"No one ever said that the unstoppable force had to go _through_the immovable object," I explained. "The force can just go around it if it's really after something past the object. Hell, it could just turn around as well. It's technically not unstoppable, right? It's still going. Just might take a little longer than originally planned."

Gunnar's brow furrowed. "So you're saying... I'm the immovable object and Colin... He's going to go around and leave me behind."

"Yeah." I gripped his knee tightly. "I probably shouldn't be telling you this but he confided in me that if this doesn't change your mind, he's probably going to leave town. I don't know what he plans to do if he gets transformed but he's cutting his losses. He's spent enough time on you and he's not going to pass up a new opportunity like this with you dragging him from behind."

The EMT's lips quivered and he shut his eyes. "Fuck..."

"Call him," I insisted. "Tell him how you feel. Even if you tell him that you want to take things slow and keep things on the down low, at least tell him the truth. He's a great guy. He's been more than understanding. He'll slow down if you ask him."

Gunnar lifted his gaze and got to his feet. "Fine. You're right. I'll go call him right now."

Then he was off marching out of the garage, leaving me alone.

"That was incredibly insightful of you," observed Anodyne.

"I drew from a lot of my own experiences with that," I admitted, watching the open door. I saw glimpses of Gunnar with his phone, pacing past the garage anxiously. "I knew I was never going to get any of my friends to experiment with me. They're all painfully straight. I also knew I was _never_going to get the approval of any of my family."

"Immovable objects."

I nodded in agreement. "But I also wasn't going to just sit still and be surrounded by them. So I found a way to move around them. To duck and weave between each of them and make my own way in this world."

"Be sneaking out and getting your own little tastes of nasty gay sex every now and then?"

I laughed softly at his crass comment. "Yeah. I guess so."

"You realize that's really not that much better than what Colin and Gunnar are going through."

"Oh no. It's way worse. My lies multiple and weigh down on my soul." I tilted my head to the side to see Gunnar's features brighten a little. He caught my gaze and gave me a slight thumbs up. "I guess I just wish that these two can have it better than I do."

"I see... And you're sure this isn't some fantasy of yours where you have a fulfilling relationship with your peers?"

I let out a soft huff. "I wish. A fantasy would imply that I always wanted to have a fulfilling, open and honest relationship with my friends and family."

My smile faded softly.

"Thing is... I gave up on that a long time ago. It's impossible to achieve. Deep down in my soul, I know I don't want that."

"So even if you were to curse your friends and family and they were to come to realize who you truly are and not only accept you but throw themselves at you, begging for your forgiveness and your seed in them, you would reject it all because you have given up entirely on that hope?"

I paused, searching my soul... and only finding the answer I already knew.

"Yes."

?

Colin wouldn't be getting off work for at least another two hours so Gunnar and I spent a good portion of that working out. Yes, I got a little turned on watching him pump his muscles and when he took off his shirt, I fought _every_instinct in my body not to tackle him and lick his abs but we never got nasty. There was no supernatural pull that dragged me into a sexy scenario with Gunnar even as I stood there in full beast form.

We just... hung out.

Which was nice. He let his guard down a little around me and we even compared notes on how our Asian families would throw all sorts of pressure on us. While his parents were pretty liberal, it was his grandparents that put on the pressure. He winced when I told him how my dad would constantly invoke my dead mother to get me to do things and inject me with guilt. I offered my condolences when he mentioned how his grandmother would claim that she wouldn't be long for the world and she didn't want to spend her last few years in constant disappointment.

Yikes.

Then Colin rang the doorbell and Gunnar was a ball of nerves again.

"Okay," he declared, rising to his feet. "Here I go."

"Need some moral support?" I asked, also getting up.

"Please," he squeaked.

We moved to the front door and I remained off to the side so that no one else could peek through and see me. Gunnar took a few breaths before he opened the door, his nerves instantly fading and his stoic features returning like he had immediately turned to stone.

"Hey, Col," he greeted gruffly. "Glad you came."

"Anything for my best bud," Colin responded, winking at him and giving him a light nudge with his elbow. "Hey Duke. This asshole hasn't been wearing you down, has he?"

"We've actually been having a good time," I replied with a smile. "He taught me a few new exercises and we tested the limits of my strength." I flexed my arm. "Or at least tried to. No weight he has even breaks a sweat for me."

"I bet I know one exercise that'll have you sweating." Colin grinned lewdly and nudged me while staring directly at Gunnar. "So what fantasy did he have you play out, huh? Was it a gym fantasy? Little bit of muscle worship in there? Were you drooling all over this big, blue hunk of beef?"

Uh-oh. Colin was pushing the gay agenda too much again. I could see Gunnar retreating behind his safeguards. At the same time, Colin was clearly trying to cope with his crumbling hopes by desperately trying to search for any signs that Gunnar might be more receptive to his advances. It was like watching the world's most agonizingly cheesy match of gay chicken.

"It was nothing like that..." I quickly said. "We literally just talked."

"Oh," Colin said nodded in understanding. "So this is a _threesome_fantasy, is it? Do I get to be the meat in the sandwich or are we going to stuff the blue beast from both ends?"

Gunnar was glowering now.

"Colin," I began, "please listen. No fantasy was triggered. I don't know why but Gunnar and I haven't had sex. We just worked out a little, talked and that's it."

The fireman regarded me like I was covered in semen; a mix of disappointment and curiosity. "Really? That's disappointing."

And then Gunnar exploded.

"Because anything outside of sex is disappointing to you, is it?" he snapped. Colin was surprised by the outburst and I grimaced loudly.

"What? No! I just -"

"Can it, Colin."

Full name. Yikes.

"I called you over here to get this monster off my hands," Gunnar said, angrily pointing at me. "Maybe I'm unique. Maybe I'm a freak. Or maybe I'm just unattractive enough that he doesn't fantasize about me and so he doesn't drag me into his deprived sex games. I don't know! But it's not working so..."

He moved behind me and pushed me towards Colin. The momentum caused me to stumble towards the fireman and both of us to stagger out of Gunnar's house.

"... he's all yours now! Go fuck and become the beasts you both want to be!"

Wham!

And the door shut.

"What the hell?" Colin exclaimed, gesturing towards the door. "What was that all about?"

I could place blame. I could reveal everything that I knew. But... really, was it my place? Would it make things better? Gunnar doesn't want to be forced out of his comfort zone and telling Colin about his repressed sexuality would only make it so much worse. I didn't want Gunnar as an enemy. He was genuinely a nice guy... just... angry at himself.

This was just a coping mechanism.

"I wish I knew," I answered, shaking my head. "We were honestly connecting there. I thought he called you over so we could all hang out but... I guess he was just hiding everything and putting on a friendly face just to get rid of me as soon as he can."

"Typical," huffed Colin, arms folded. "He puts on a friendly face, pretends to like you while secretly judging you from behind." The tall, blonde Adonis regarded me from the corner of his gaze. "You have _any_idea how many times he's come to me just to bitch and moan about other people we've met? There was this one time at Thanksgiving..."

I gently grabbed his shoulders and turned him towards his convertible. "Let's continue this at your place, okay? Before people start staring."

And where Gunnar couldn't hear us because I could still hear him shuffling from behind that door.

Colin agreed and we quickly entered his convertible and were driving off back to his place. The entire time, he recounted many times that Gunnar would appear friendly or even just moderately grumpy before complaining to Colin about various slights and irritations that he had observed after the encounter. It made me wonder if Gunnar had just been playing along while we were having our discussion or if Colin's pushiness caused him to lash out.

I believed it to be the latter.

When we arrived at Colin's home, he drove into the underground garage once more and again waited until the door was shut before we got out.

"Good news is that a lot of the guys at the firehouse actually were interested in my spontaneous growth." Colin got out and bounced each of his pectorals seductively. "More than a few noticed and I invited them over to a barbecue this weekend. I'm hoping by then I could add a few more dozen pounds and really wow them with my size and bulk."

By balls gurgled. Here we go again. I was wearing a pair of black boxer shorts that Diesel had loaned me and they were already starting to feel tight.

"What did you tell them?" I asked as I followed him out of the garage.

"That I found this new treatment that really packed on the muscle and that the 'representative' was going to be sticking around for the weekend and hosting a 'sample party' at my place on the weekend. Said it was a 'transformative' experience."

As I rolled my eyes at his pun, my balls stretched in my shorts, becoming a sizable bulge that was already straining the material. I wasn't even hard yet but feeling my testicle's warmth expand started to cause precum to leak from my sheathed cock. I don't know if Colin noticed and I wasn't sure if I cared if he did nor not.

"So what's the plan?" I asked as we headed up the stairs. "You have a barbecue, I hide somewhere and pick off people one by one, fucking and getting fucked while they transform." I licked my lips. "Or do you just want to get rid of any pretenses and just have them line up and fuck me?"

That idea alone was enough to cause my balls to surge outward, forcing me to start striding up with a little bit of waddle. I'm sure he heard the straining of the fabric this time and if not that, then the loud drips of my precum seeping out of the black cloth and onto his steps.

He walked backwards up the stairs for a few steps. "That'd be fun but remember, we're dealing with straight guys here. Some of them are married. No matter how much better they'll look after the fact, they're not going to just whip out their dicks and fuck you. That only happens in porn."

And reality if my curse has anything to say about it.

"What did you have in mind then?"

He grinned savagely and led me to the pool. Curiously, all the water had been drained.

"I was thinking you'd fill up the pool with your cum," he said, gesturing at the empty pit. "I'll call it some sort of 'milk therapy' or something, the guys all get in. Start growing and with their inhibitions down with some alcohol, we reveal you as the source of the growth, fuck like rabbits and then hook everyone to the addictive drug that comes out of these precious jewels."

For emphasis, he gripped by sack. In response to his touch and the sexy scenario, my balls audibly gurgled in his grip and grew even more. A slight tear appeared in the front of my shorts. The tent of my emerging cock split it open even more.

"That got you excited, huh?" teased Colin.

"Fuck yeah," I growled, leaning down towards him. Our lips gravitated towards one another. "Tell me more about your plan."

He massaged my balls, each gentle and expert touch stimulating the organ to produce more and more cum that was quickly inflating my sac. "We'll have them bathing in your cum. They'll slip in, completely unaware. Just in skimpy swimsuits. Then, they'll all start getting hard. They'll be unaware, try hiding it in your milky cum but soon, they won't be able to hide it."

"Oh yeah..." I groaned, moving towards the edge of the pool. My balls tore completely through my shorts while my cock speared out of the fabric. The shards of Diesel's borrowed shorts fell at my feet as my cock reached it's full eighteen inches of length before growing even more. My balls were halfway down my thighs, compelling Colin to step in front of me and cup the huge orbs with both hands. My precum was pouring out of the tip of my cock and smothering him in its gooey thickness. "You're filling my balls..."

"I sure am," moaned Colin, burying his face between my testicles. I felt his tongue brush up against the blue fur of my sack, rubbing my own precum into my balls. "Each of my colleagues are going to start feeling the heat. They'll start growing. They'll show off. Smother themselves with your seed and flex as they grow. They'll start rubbing their cum-covered muscles. Start comparing. Getting really close to one another..."

My genitals surged outward. The weight of my growing member forced me to a kneeling position. My inflated balls cushioned my fall a little as they continued to grow, becoming the size of beach balls. Overwhelming pressure was building in every part of my body, telling me to cum but, as before, I was dancing to someone else's tune. Colin was rubbing himself through his uniform but he wasn't nearly close enough to orgasm. My cock had become as thick as a log and was about half my height. It sheer weight kept it from rising fully erect and it tilted down, starting to fill the pool with my precum.

Colin crawled out from around my cock, straddling it between his legs and sitting on it. He wrapped his arms around my neck, his lips hovering over my ears.

"... and then they'll start feeling it," he cooed into my ear. "The lust. The passion. The desire to fuck."

My eyelids fluttered. "Ooooooh..."

I had to adjust my position as my balls starting to inflate even more. They were filled with so much cum that they were starting to push me off the ground from my kneeling position. My cock was hovering over the pool itself with loud splattering filling our ears as precum fell out of it like a faucet. Looking back, I had to wonder how the hell I remained conscious when so much blood and fluids were being drained into my genitals. Hell, my prostate should've been the size of a goddamn sedan to produce as much precum as I did.

And still my genitals grew. I arched my back as my toes left the ground. I was completely sitting on my inflated balls like I was perched on the world's biggest, bluest fluid-filled beanbag chair. Colin's hungry lips bit down on my ear, causing me to moan. He was thrusting wildly into my abs, still fully clothed in his fireman's uniform. I could feel his rough boots grazing by furry sac but that was all minuscule compared to the feeling to being so full I of cum that I could burst.

"Colin..." I begged. "I'm going to explode...!"

"Yeah?" he growled seductively. "You going to cum? You going to fill my pool?"

"I... I... I can't...!" I winced, shutting my eyes. "I can only cum if you want me to."

He chuckled darkly. "So if I just keep filling your head with fantasies... you'll just keep getting bigger?"

My heart plummeted. It was the hypnosis with Diesel all over again only this time, I was fully aware and at the mercy of Colin's desires.

"Please..." I pleaded.

"Please what?" he teased, tracing circles around my chest. "Please keep telling you how all my hot, muscled firemen coworkers are going to start growing erections so big that their swimsuits are going to start tearing off?"

"Ooooooh!"

My balls sounded like a washing machine in its spin cycle. We were bouncing along its cushion while my six-foot-long cock that was about two-feet wide hung ominously over the pool. I fought to keep myself stable but it was a quickly losing battle.

"...Colin..." I pleaded.

"Their cocks aren't going to remain averaged sized for long," the seductive fireman concluded, slowly sliding off my dick. He pressed a hand against my back and gave me a little push. I tipped over, barely catching myself on my feet while my inflated balls remained behind me. I was straddling my own cock, my weight angling it forward straight intothe pool.

Colin leaned down towards me, his lips hovering over my ears again. "They're going to start growing just like I did. Their dicks are going to emerge from beneath the creamy milk like little poles of surrender ready to be sucked and to fuck."

"Aaaaaaah!" I cried. I was gripping my dick, stroking it with feverishly with my paws, desperate to release any of the pressure that was surging through my body and still building in my balls. I was_literally_ blue balled!

"They're going to grow," continued Colin. "They're going to get bigger. Their muscles expanding and their lust growing. Then, their hot bodies are going to collide as it all takes over them... and they start fucking right here, right in this pool."

"Fuck! Please!" I cried, gripping my cock tightly.

"And it's all going to start..."

"Colin!"

"... when you cum."

I tilted my head back and let out an ear-splitting howl. Cum immediately came pouring out of my dick with such earth-shattering momentum and force that it shattered some of the tiles at the base of the pool. Somehow, I remained in place as all the seed that had been stored in my testicles - which were each the size of a small sedan - came gushing out.

"Yes!" cried Colin, spreading one arm wide while stroking his cock through his jeans in the other. "Come on, Duke! Give it to me! Let's turn this town into fucking monsters! Make them all monsters! Turn me into a fucking beast!"

Anodyne started glowing.

My howl turned into a ferocious snarl as the winds took up the position of the wail. Colin's confidence was swept off his face as he was taken off his feet and sent hovering over the pool that was quickly being filled with my cum. The whipping winds covered a wider space, causing the semen I was pouring out to whip around him like milky white tentacles.

"Duke?" he cried. "Duke! What's going on!?"

I couldn't speak and just let out choking gasps as more and more cum came pouring out of my cock. I wasn't I control but I could still see those creamy tendrils snake up towards his ankle and snap at it like snakes. He winced as the cum quickly shaped themselves into a tight, silvery anklet made entirely out of chains. The moment it wrapped around his leg, he threw his head back and let out a gasp. His whole body flipped until he was hovering horizontally, his arms spread wide and his fingers curled like claws.

His boots let out an audible groan. He looked like he was trying to kick them off but they were wrapped tightly around his feet. They had to be. So he had not choice but to grit through the pain as his toes and feet expanded within their tough, leathery confines until -

Rrrrrrrip!

His toes exploded from the tips, quickly splitting the gap open wider. His calves quickly followed, shredding the garment entirely and sending the fragments flying around into the whipping winds. Black socks strained against the expanding mass while his jeans were similarly being torn apart at the seams. His already tight fireman's uniforms strained. A immaculate, chiseled chest burst out of his shirt, sending buttons disappearing into the maelstrom around him. Sleeves shattered and the seams of his pants split at the thighs. He was left hovering in what appeared to be a pair of shorts while wearing an open vest.

Still I came.

Colin's arms flexed. That signaled a pair of cum tentacles to grip both his forearms and quickly smear themselves across the surface. Two, leather wrist straps appeared beneath my seed. They were painted a bright red with what appeared to be Celtic engravings along its sides.

Colin let out a cry.

His cock erupted from his pants, throbbing at a mighty twelve inches and thick as a horse's cock. The sudden weakness in his pants send the entire garment crumbling, the fragments either splashing down into the pool of cum beneath him or disappearing into the whirlwind of crimson lightning and cum.

I was still cumming.

Two tendrils of my seed defied all physics and rose up around the hovering Colin. They slithered up his torso, sliding over the valleys of his abdominals, over the mountains of his pectorals before finally settling on the peaks of his downward facing nipples. As if to stake their claim, they drew back and then savagely slammed into his sensitive nubs. He let out another cry as two, large, golden handlebar piercing suddenly attached themselves to his chest. That caused his entire chest to erupt upwards and the rest of his body to quickly follow suit.

What had once been a picturesque form right out of a supermodel's magazine transformed into a huge, bulky and impossibly lean mountain of mass that put even my bulk to shame. He packed on extra height. At six and a half feet tall, every muscle was perfectly defined like staring at a perfect anatomical model. At seven feet tall, he appeared like the child of the world's most perfect bodybuilder and Zeus himself. At seven and a half feet, his cock throbbed at an intimidating seventeen inches. At seven and a half feet tall, his body was so chiseled that a diamond could be cut on any muscle of his body.

But it was far from over since I was still cumming.

Three individual tendrils reached up. One struck his left ear. The other his right. And the third... the third snapped against his nose. He blinked for a moment as two golden studs pierced the tops of his ears while a single, golden nose ring appeared against his nose. That's when the tendril seemed to pull his nose, dragging it away from his face as the flesh turned gray and leathery. He went momentarily cross-eyed as he watched his face lengthen. Then a grin crossed his face. That grin gave way for two, ivory growths to spring from the corners of his lips. The points gave chase to his feeling nose, following the trunk as it was slowly guided towards his throbbing cock. Knowing exactly what to do, he wrapped his own trunk around his member, stroking it with the sensitive organ.

At the same time, the tendrils that had hooked the earrings pulled his ears back, transforming them from two little, pale white organs at the corners of his head into two, large, flaring flaps covered in gray flesh. He let out a trumpeting cry; one that was definitely not human. Colin shut his eyes, closing his hands into fists as each muscle on his body throbbed and grew, gray, leathery flesh covering every inch of his muscles. Not a single inch of it was left flabby or wrinkled. Every part of his hide was stretched taut, pressed against bulging veins and iron-like muscles. When he unclenched his fists, his fingertips were covered in large, white caps. His toes curled and I got to watch as the gray flesh spread down his huge thighs, over his broad calves and up to the tips of his toes. His toenails hardened into ivory-like points and when he uncurled them, they grew into feet that could easily crush a human sternum with a single stomp.

And_still_ I was cumming.

The new elephant's emerging head maintained his blonde hair, keeping it short and rebelliously spiky on the top of his head. A light dusting of it remained around his cheeks and now with his flesh all dark gray, it allowed the whispers of blonde hair on his arms, legs and particularly around his chest an opportunity to stand out. It played well with the golden jewelery on him.

That was complimented by the lances of cum that slapped around his neck, transforming into a tight, golden choker. Colin let out a trumpeting cry, a true elephant's orgasm shout as his huge, thick cock spasmed and spewed his seed with his trunk still curled around his member.

At long last, he came and that finally signaled the end of my flood.

I continued to cum but for the first time, I felt the testicles actually start to_deflate_. I sighed with relief but was quickly cut off by another jolt of cum that came spewing from the tip of my rapidly shrinking dick. Gasping, my vision blurring, I could only really feel as my body was lowered to the ground by my genitals returning to their usual bestial size.

The howling winds around us faded. Even with my eyes losing focus, I could still see the glowing Anodyne snake his way through the air and latch onto Colin's right leg. There, broad tribal tattoos covered his entire thigh.

Colin was slowly lowered into the pool of cum, dipping beneath the waters as much as his enormous body would allow. Given his size and even though he was laying completely on his back, the peak of his pectorals remained above the waters while his erect cock was like the mast to an enormous galleon sailing the creamy waters.

I grunted as the last gallon of cum left my body and I into the cool tiles, panting. Time passed. I'm not sure how much. But when strength started returning to me, I propped myself up on my arms, looking at the cum-filled pool. Slowly, I following the pearlescent surface up towards the huge, hulking elephant that was about half a foot shorter than me...

... looking straight back at me with a worried look in his blazing, crystal-blue eyes.

"What?" I asked.

He pointed at me with his huge fingers.

"You're still a beast."

I looked down at my paws, at my furry chest and my horned reflection in the cum.

"Fuck!"