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Truffle Trouble

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There had never been a time that Eagen had considered his substandard height or lackluster brawn to be an asset - at least until now. As it was, he still felt as if he was being squeezed into a diamond by his uncle Dominic and grandpa Paul. The entire Collensberg family, or at least his portion of it, had loaded into his mother's minivan after packing it to the brim with every spare coat, pair of socks, and enough changes of underwear to last until the next millennium. The drive had been beyond exhausting at just over thirteen hours. There hadn't been enough rest stops in the world for Eagen to stretch out the cramps he felt in his legs.

"Remember to smile when we get there, Eagen." his mother reminded him. Eagen plastered his face with a forced smile that only accentuated the creased worry lines that banded his forehead and tugged at the corner of his eyes, though his glasses helped hide some of it... at least that's what his mother was saying to convince herself. Eagen was nineteen years old, a freshman at the nearby private university. His black hair was mousy and wavy in an unruly shag around his head and even modestly sized t-shirts seemed to hang off of him. His belt was cinched up so tight that the loop almost started in on another pass through like some sort of fashion ouroboros.

A heavy, clipped snore came from Eagen's grandfather, forcing the nineteen year old to put what little body weight he had into leaning to one side, forcing the elder man to adjust his position enough to stop snoring. At least someone was able to get some rest. Eagen exhaled a bit before looking out the window at the immense barrier of trees. He'd never been this far south before, at least that he could recall. It was as if the highway had been gouged out through a rustic, primeval landscape that had fought for every inch. Boulders jutted up on the other side of the highway, rock slides held back by metal netting and the best that industrial engineering had to offer.

"There aren't any good thanksgiving songs..." Eagen's father complained.

"At the rate we're going, how about 'I'll be home for Christmas'?" Uncle Dominic smirked. Eagen smiled a bit at that.

"If Aunt Judith is there, how about 'Who let the dogs out?"' Eagen asked, "Because she has dogs?" He added, looking back and forth between the others. His mother tried to look upset, though his father stifled a laugh, thinking his son had instead called his wife's sister a canine at first. Eagen relaxed a little, easing back into the bench seat of the car. Perhaps there was hope that the family get-together wouldn't be that bad after all.

****

Pins and needles rushed up through Eagen's legs as he bore weight on them again, stumbling away from the minivan onto the narrow strip of greenery that bisected the sidewalk. His brown eyes rose up slowly to take in the house they would be occupying for the next week, or rather, the house they would be squeezing into and sharing with two other segments of their family. His father had tried to gracefully back out and offer to stay in a hotel, but his brother's family had insisted on extending their hospitality and claimed that living under close quarters for the week would only help ensure that they caught up that much faster. Eagen felt a bit dwarfed by how tall the three story home was, although it wasn't any wider than the ranch style house he'd grown up in. He adjusted his glasses, trying to do the math, picturing just how crowded it was going to be.

"So will I be sleeping on a couch or something?" Eagen asked, moving back around to the trunk of the minivan, ready to pull out his things and help the rest of his family unpack.

"Actually, Loraine and I will be sharing the futon..." His father admitted, "You're going to bunk with your cousin Ivan." he added. Eagen froze, his already pale skin paling a bit more. He looked back at his father as if he had lost his mind.

"Ivan the conqueror?" he asked. He had wanted to say Ivan the Terrible, but his mother had curtailed that nickname several years prior.

"You're young, son, your back can put up with sleeping on the floor for a few nights. Besides, you only have to be in his room when you're sleeping... or when you want to be, I guess." his father said.

"Trust me, kid, you want to enjoy having a good back while you can." Uncle Dominic said, slinging a backpack of goods over his shoulder before meandering inside. Eagen lingered a little bit longer, collecting his own backpack as he looked up at the old house. It had been well maintained with fresh white trim over periwinkle siding. The windows seemed to be the only hint that the house was a little older - well that, and how the upstairs bedrooms were tucked into the sloping roof line. With reluctance, Eagen started moving, following the little brick footpath up the two minuscule steps and then across the sloped front lawn. The front door was already ajar, hot cinnamon scented air blasting out of the crack. Despite feeling a little bit shy, Eagen eased the door open and moved in. The decor seemed fairly average apart from an unhealthy fixation with candles in glass jars. The kitchen was already a flurry of movement as people moved to and fro.

"You're Sam's boy, Ethan, right?" A gruff, older voice asked. Eagen turned and gave a reluctant smile.

"Yes sir, though it's Eagen." he said as politely as he could. The older man seemed to scowl a bit at being confronted with such a strange name, but he didn't seem to want to insult the kid to his face for the damn fool notions of his parents.

"You'll be staying upstairs with Ivan. Up those stairs there. End of the hall. Can't miss it. Why don't you go get settled." the elder man instructed. Eagen gave a curt nod before turning. He had the distinct impression he had been one of those 'children should be seen and not heard' adults and he wasn't quite sure that Eagen made the cut yet. Still, any excuse not to have to mingle with relatives he didn't remember was a blessing.

Eagen strode up the steps, at least at first. His gait slowed a bit as he reached the top. It had been a steep incline, but the hallway offered some respite. There was a small door that he assumed was a hastily improvised bathroom, a ceiling hatch to get into the crawlspace, and a single normal bedroom door. Eagen swallowed a bit as he approached, lifting his hand. It remained there for a moment as he thought about how pushy and loud Ivan had been when they were both younger. Perhaps age had mellowed him a bit. With no small amount of reluctance, Eagen knocked on the door.

"It's open!" The voice on the other side of the door was deep and resonant, enough that Eagen could feel it vibrate through the floorboards beneath his feet. Eagen took a breath and turned the knob, easing it open The upstairs bedroom had some of the hallmarks he'd come to expect; slightly sloped ceiling to accommodate the roof, sliding closet doors suspended from a track on the top and windows wreathed with condensation from the warm air inside meeting the cold glass. What Eagen had not been expected was his cousin...

Ivan the conqueror had certainly lived up to his name. He dwarfed the gaming chair he sat in, beefy muscled eyes tearing their way out of a black tank top stretched to the limit. His khaki shorts seemed as though they would have had to have been custom made to fit his absolute tree trunk thighs, and his neck was practically as wide as the skull it supported. A broad grin crossed lips flanked by a split, rust red mustache balanced by a short thicket of red hair hanging down from a wide chin, in turn complementing the tuft of rusty red hair sticking out of the hole of his black backwards baseball cap. A protective curtain of red hair cascaded down to the nape of the large young man's neck.

"Cuz!!!" Ivan said with a grin, gesturing a hand to an overstuffed beanbag chair, "Come in, take a load off. Mi casa es su casa." Eagen had been distracted by the spiked bracelets Ivan was sporting, realizing only then that he had a trio of silver metal spikes sticking through the tops of his ear lobes. He looked like someone had dipped a linebacker into a vat of punk. He also was particularly under-dressed given how cold the rest of the house was, though Eagen was starting to realize that all the heat from the rest of the house was rising into the attic.

"H-How have you been, Ivan?" Eagen asked as he moved in, setting his backpack down next to the beanbag chair before he sat down, the drop a little further than he had been anticipating.

"Living the dream, cuz, living the dream. What about you? You look like you're really sprouting and growing up!" Ivan grinned. Eagen smiled a bit nervously. If anything, he felt smaller than ever compared to Ivan's immense size.

"Just settling into college and stuff, nothing special." Eagen admitted. Ivan whistled as he leaned back, lifting his huge muscled arms to place his hands behind his head. Eagen was hit with a salty, briny, faintly musky aroma wafting from the ginger forests beneath Ivan's massive arms.

"Fuck yeah, bro, I can't believe how liberating it is... Being able to come and go as you want, able to fuck anytime and anywhere. It's heaven." Ivan said. Eagen's jaw actually dropped in shock at that, though he recovered it as swiftly as he could.

"I guess I haven't settled in as much as you have?" Eagen said sheepishly. Ivan tilted his head, trying to understand his cousin's meaning. After a moment he assumed he understood.

"Ah, no one hot at your school? You should transfer to State Uni with me! We could rule the campus! No one would stand a chance. We could even be roommates!" Ivan said before chuckling at his own idea, "I guess this is sort of a test drive then." Ivan grinned. Eagen was so flabbergasted by the whole exchange that he didn't respond right away. Had he just been colonized by Ivan the Conqueror? Did his cousin really want to be roommates with him, right after saying that he fucked whenever and wherever he could? Did Ivan the conqueror really just say they could rule the campus? Despite Eagen's considerations, it seemed Ivan had already moved on, swiveling his chair to open a mini-fridge under his desk. He snagged two cans in one hand before tossing Eagen one.

"Here, you're gonna need this if we're going to keep up with the League of Honor tournament tonight." Ivan said, waffling his fiery red eyebrows before he popped his own can open. Eagen realized only then that Ivan had painted his nails black. After a moment, he looked down to see he was holding an energy drink with three hundred milligrams of caffeine. Eagen swallowed a bit reluctantly.

"How late do you think we're staying up?" he asked. Ivan chuckled.

"Until dawn, cuz, we're college boys! Party all night, sleep all day. That's how the real studs do it, am I right?" he said, clapping Eagen's shoulder with a meaty hand so hard that Eagen nearly fell forward off the bean bag chair. He hadn't even realized his cousin could reach that far until he did so.

"I don't think I'm used to the time zone here, I might need to go to bed a little sooner." Eagen said sheepishly. Ivan's lips pursed a little as he seemed to think before shrugging.

"Maybe you're right. We can play video games anytime, but if we get an earlier start I could take you out to the grove." Ivan said. Eagen almost felt sick to his stomach.

"W-What's the grove?" He asked. Ivan leaned forward in his seat, his grin nearly reaching from one pierced ear to the other.

"Have you ever had mushrooms that you picked yourself? So fresh that they quiver at your presence? Their vents so fine that they put hepa to shame?" Ivan asked, actually licking his lips as he thought about them before he nodded in certainty, "That's how we'll bond, we'll go mushroom hunting together. Get some real cuz on cuz time." he said. Eagen made a soft noise in his throat, though it didn't really translate into words. Had Ivan just called it cuz on cuz time?

"They're not poisonous, right?" he asked finally. Ivan seemed to consider for a moment.

"Well, not poisonous, but they certainly have an effect. I'm sure you'll love them." Ivan grinned. Eagen put on the fake smile he'd been practicing on the ride over, hoping it was at least a little convincing. Even if he didn't eat the mushrooms, maybe it wouldn't be so bad to take a walk through nature and find them.

****

At first the idea of spending four days as house guests of the far side of the Collensberg family tree had seemed impossible, but after an evening of gaming, popcorn and movies, Ivan had adjusted his schedule and gone to bed at two a.m. instead of six. Eagen had woken up a little later than usual, eight o'clock, though Ivan had slept in for another two hours. Their breakfast had been microwave sausage and bagels with cream cheese, an odd pairing that Eagen had been a little reluctant to try. As he and his cousin ventured through the woods, however, he was regretting not filling up with more fuel.

Eagen followed in Ivan's wake, marveling at how little damage his behemoth of a cousin was leaving behind. He seemed to bob and weave despite being six foot two and three hundred pounds of muscle. Even with the chilly November air, he'd gone sleeveless. His arms were dotted with pokes and prickles of unfriendly branches, but Ivan didn't care in the slightest. It made it easier to see the dusting of hair that covered his arms and even trailed down the back of his hands, almost reaching his knuckles. Eagen found himself starting to get a little bit aroused by how hairy his cousin was - at least until he remembered that Ivan WAS his cousin.

"We're almost there, we're making good time." Ivan said with a wide grin, the edges of his red mustache curled up a bit. Eagen wondered if that had been a deliberate choice or if the hairs naturally curled that way.

"I'm glad you thought to come out here." Eagen said, as much out of a general sense of enjoyment as getting away from aunts that wanted to pinch his cheeks off.

"Trust me, I like getting out of that house as much as I can. I think I've got too big of a personality for that square footage." Ivan chuckled, stepping over a narrow gully as if it was a crack in a sidewalk. Eagen spotted it with enough warning to take a bit of a hop and get to the other side, scrambling to catch back up to Ivan.

The edge of the woods had been what Eagen had expected; bare naked trees with a carpet of wet, partially decomposed leaves. There were thickets of blackberries, a few assorted holly berry bushes that had grown to the size of trees and not much else. As they traveled deeper, however, Eagen was starting to feel the building excitement of the changing landscape. Deciduous trees were interspersed with evergreens. There were ferns, there were flowering plants, and almost everything was blanketed in moss. The presence of that moisture meant decay and decay meant mushrooms.

"Fuck yeah, the harvest is going to be great..." Ivan said, continuing to stomp his way in deeper. Eagen's face shifted a little. Why was he so reassured that his cousin liked mushrooms? Was it because it was such an esoteric interest that they might be more alike than he expected? Maybe it was more relatable than Ivan just being some jock. Maybe he was just excited that his cousin had a hobby and seemed really into it.

"When did you start hunting for mushrooms?" Eagen asked curiously, finding it a little easier to literally follow in Ivan's footsteps.

"Junior year of high school. Some of my friends brought over some psilocybin mushrooms and it just blew my mind that something that grew naturally could take you on a trip like that." Ivan said. Eagen nearly grimaced. Drugs... He should have known it was drugs. "I tried finding some of those myself, ended up finding a lot of different kinds. Some safe, some not. I collect some for salads any time I'm home. Family can't get enough of them..." Ivan explained, unaware that he had alienated his cousin moments before.

"So the ones we are hunting for are safe?" Eagen asked hopefully. Ivan chuckled and nodded.

"Oh yeah, safe for consumption. You worried I don't have your best interests at heart, cuz? I want to make sure you can grow up big and strong like me." Ivan said, flexing his muscles. Eagen nearly murmured.

"I don't think I'll ever be able to grow as big and strong as you, Ivan." Eagen said, moving past his cousin a few steps before he gasped. It had been the light color that drew his eye, a peachy-beige color that rose up along a tree trunk in step like shelves. The edges were white while the shelf itself was golden brown, almost as if someone had used pancakes as throwing stars and gotten them stuck in the wood. Seeing the fungus, it was a little easier to understand why someone might have been compelled to eat something fetid.

"Oh, those are just the sign posts. Come on cuz." Ivan said, clapping Eagen on he shoulder as he passed. Once more, Eagen fell into step behind his cousin, eyes darting around. He spotted lumpy white umbrella shaped mushrooms, tiny colorful flower blossom shaped mushrooms, even ones that looked like cheddar bay biscuits with honey oozing out of the bottom. The more mushrooms they passed, the more confused Eagen was.

"Are these not what we came for?" he asked, gesturing around at the buffet of fungus around them. Ivan shot a knowing grin over his shoulder.

"Oh, we'll grab some of those on our way back, but I wanted to show you my crown jewel, the heart of the wild, a mushroom so rare I haven't found it in any books or websites." Ivan said with a glint in his eye. He turned back ahead and kept going. Eagen found himself caught up in the turbulent eddies of his cousin's excitement. The pride Ivan held his prize in just made him want to know about it all the more. As Eagen ventured deeper into the wild with his cousin, it was hard not to think back to Lord of the Rings... Was he a hobbit following after a full sized man? Eagen had thought the comparison silly at first, at least until he realized that he was not walking over cold, dried leaves but instead softer, lusher moss. Each step sank a little bit deeper and his eyes spotted more and more green.

There was no frost, no layer of brown detritus from a collapsed canopy. Eagen came to a stop as he came across a full fer that not only looked lush, but moist as well. The young man's jaw started to drop a little as he realized that they had wandered into an area that was a good ten, even twenty degrees warmer. The plants were growing as if fall had never come, let alone winter... and where there was a rich and warm abundance of life came the easily fruiting presence of decay. The mushrooms that had greeted them were mere preludes to the grove. More shelf fungus climbed trees like ladders while cascading clouds of button caps clustered along fallen trees. There were translucent mushrooms that appeared to be jellyfish frozen on land and willowy, bulbous mushrooms poking up from the ground like single eared rabbits.

"I told you it was dope, didn't I cuz?" Ivan asked, crossing his huge arms across his chest in triumph.

"You weren't lying..." Eagen murmured as he came back to his senses enough to wander up to stand by his cousin. Ivan looked down with a bit of side eye and a crooked grin.

"Now, not all of these are for the faint of heart. Some can be pretty trippy." Ivan said cautiously.

"I... can imagine that." Eagen said, swallowing a little. He was frankly a bit amazed he wasn't having some kind of allergic reaction to the spores that no doubt were thick in the area. "How is it so warm here?" he asked. Ivan looked a little surprised that his cousin's mind had gone there rather than the implied drug trip.

"Hot springs. There are a few pools in the area. Unique minerals and some shit like that." Ivan said, sizing Eagen up again, "You like boys or girls?" he asked after a moment. Eagen's eyes went so wide he nearly had cramps.

"I, uh, I mean... I could see myself with both, but uh, I guess I never had the chance." he admitted finally. Ivan let out a low whistle.

"Well, after today I don't think you're gonna have that problem, cuz. My cream of the crop, my crown jewel, it puts everything into perspective. I like to call it my Trouble Truffle." he said with a smirk, moving over to crouch down. Of the dozens of different fungi that Eagen had spotted, he hadn't managed to notice the particular one Ivan was collecting until he crouched down to break it off. The upper shell was rumpled and brown almost like leather or jerky, but the frilled vents beneath were a fiery red-orange color that looked almost like fur. It was the size of a walnut. As Ivan brought it up, there was a musky aroma coming from it, a sort of fetid earthy peat. It did not smell like food, and if Eagen hadn't instinctively known that humans had been eating mushrooms for hundreds of years, he wouldn't have been the first one to attempt it. Eagen said nothing, trying to resist the urge to back away, looking at it and then up at his cousin's face, reading the grin framed by his mustache and goatee as excitement.

"Why did you name it a trouble truffle?" Eagen asked, hoping to buy himself time.

"Well, see, when I first tried it, I wasn't really sure if I liked girls or boys more either, but after I tried this I got into a bit of trouble and I got really good at finding more of these afterwards. You could almost say I developed a nose for them." he said, "If you try this, you're going to have a lot more trouble and a lot more fun in your life." Ivan said. Eagen's brow furrowed a little at that. Everything about this felt crazy. He hadn't wanted to spend Thanksgiving cooped up with his cousin in the first place.

Tromping through the woods had been a bit of a respite, but now his cousin was trying to get him to go on some trip right before a big family get together and implying that it would reshape his sexuality. He was about to dismiss it out of hand, but something tugged at him. He'd thought back to when Ivan had been talking about the freedom of college, the ability to come and go and live his own life and to have sexual partners. Eagen almost deflated a bit as he realized how calm and sterile his college experience had been so far. Sure, he'd enjoyed getting up and going to bed by his own clock, but... was that it? Was that the extent to which he'd be exploring his freedom in college? Was he going to continue to be the good boy until he graduated and then move onto adult life having never lived? Was he truly going to go through life without ever getting into any... trouble?

"How long does it last?" Eagen asked. Ivan let out a whoop, his huge hand clapping his cousin on the shoulders.

"I knew you were down to clown cuz!" Ivan beamed, though after a moment he sobered, "Depends on how many you eat. It's sort of exponential I guess. One is an hour or two of fun." he said.

"And I won't go crazy and like, boil myself alive in a hot spring or something, right?" he asked.

"I'll watch out for you... But we might, eh, cross some boundaries. These are pretty liberating." Ivan said. Eagen's lips pursed a little as he shifted weight from one leg to another.

"So you're saying these things made you gay? These mushrooms?" Eagen asked. Ivan chuckled, reaching up to rub his fingernails through his copper colored mullet.

"Oh no, that was already in there I guess. They brought out a hell of a lot more... But it certainly didn't hurt the sex life." Ivan said, raising and lowering his eyebrows. Eagen still wasn't sure he completely understood, but he knew that if he waited he was going to back down. For better or worse, this was a formative life experience. He reached out and grabbed the mushroom from Ivan's hand, brought it up to his mouth and let his teeth come slicing down through the meat of the fungus.

There was an odd pleasantness to just how much and how little the mushroom resisted his bite. His teeth cut through the meat like a fine meringue, but when they hit the vents he could taste the spores erupting in his mouth before an odd tingling fizz coated his gums and then spread across his tongue. He looked at his cousin, wondering if that was the sign of some sort of reaction that would leave him anaphylactic in moments. To his dismay and horror, he saw Ivan had merely crouched down to get a mushroom of his own. He popped it into his mouth and gnashed it down with his teeth, licking his mustache lined lips before grinning up at his cousin.

"So I guess no designated driver?" Eagen asked. Ivan looked at him, confused.

"We walked here dude..." he said. Eagen was about to explain what he meant when he realized how much more he was breathing in and out. His chest rose and fell further and further, his circulation accelerating. He felt warmer, flushed.Niacin had that effect, mushrooms were high in niacin. The benefit was that he would metabolize it fast, but the downside was that it would circulate through his... through his what? There had been a harder word, a longer word he was going to say, but now all that seemed to come up was body. It should have been frustrating to forget what he was saying, but instead he felt oddly good. He felt warm, comfortable, relaxed - more relaxed than he had in years, maybe ever.

"Okay, maybe you were right about this stuff..." Eagen said, though he hesitated. The words hadn't felt right coming out of his mouth. His bottom lip had caught in ways it shouldn't have on his teeth. As he maneuvered his lower lip in and out, he winced a little, feeling two pinpricks of pain. In confusion, he reached up, plunging a finger into his mouth. Sure enough, he felt a point that had poked his lip.

"Oh, that's just your tusks growing in cuz. You're going to love this part." Ivan said.

"My what?!" Eagen asked before he inhaled sharply, then grunted. His muscles seized, tightening and locking. He stumbled and then fell forward, landing on his knees. It would have hurt if the ground hadn't been covered in so much moss. Instead, the damp moisture seeped from the moss into the knees of his jeans, soaking through in seconds. Eagen fell further forward, hands slamming down until he was on all fours.

If the wet moss hadn't been enough, the niacin flush made Eagen feel as though he was soaked all over. Sweat started to seep into the chest of his t-shirt and washed over the roots of his dark hair. He panted hard, mouth agape. He felt the sharp points inch their way upward along the inside of his bottom lip, climbing higher and higher until they emerged from either side of his mouth. The ivory teeth curved out and up, away from his upper lip, creating more room for themselves. Eagen's eyes strained, catching sight of them at the bottom of his vision.

Each breath in and out seemed to build up more and more, filling his lungs beyond capacity. The ever-large shirt that had never fit right seemed to settle into a snuffer grip on his chest before becoming too tight in general. Eagen's nostrils flared, the flesh seeming a little swollen on his nose. Even his ears burned, especially as they started to stretch into points. His body felt more than just like it was tingling. It felt like he was burning, electrified, and truly alive for the first time.

Eagen threw his head back, huffing, then snorting. His nose suddenly wrenched up, tilting, the nostrils facing forward instead of down. His nose widened, thickening and growing meatier. The flesh was rubbery and tough. His ears stretched higher into points before his brow started to thicken a little. The words that had been hard to grab onto before became impossible. Eagen's cheeks darkened as a shadow of stubble crept down in front of his ears. What began as dozens of stubble length hairs soon burst forth, centimeters at a time, pressing out into tufts of hair on either cheek. The hair crept down in dagger-like angles, claiming territory on each cheek.

"That's it, cuz, let the hog out... Soon you'll be a big ol' boar like me..." Ivan said with a lurid grin. Eagen lifted his mutating head up to see his cousin a short distance away. Like with Eagen, the mushroom had started to have its effect. Ivan's broad nose was now a snout. Curved tusks rose up from his bottom jaw. His mustache and goatee were now flanked by a thicker, full coppery beard. His skin seemed more leathery and his already immense arms were even bigger. His fingernails had darkened to black before growing out to rough hoof like tips. Ivan reached down to rub one bare foot, shoes discarded when Eagen wasn't looking. The flesh seemed swollen, misshapen, irritated... but the genetic chaos was dwarfed by how oddly right it began to look as his toenails spread out, segmenting his foot into cloven hooves. The keratin hardened again when it had taken its position. His heels and ankles reshaped, his powerful legs tapering just right to counterbalance with them.

All of that Eagen had noticed before the most obvious fact... the fact that his cousin was jacking himself off right there in the woods in front of him. While Ivan had used one hand to feel his shifting foot, the other languidly rose and fell over the largest cock Eagen had seen in his life. It was thicker than a can of soda and more than twice as tall. It looked as though only someone with Ivan's immense palm size could even hope to wrap around it. The shaft was long and veined, throbbing with the heartbeat of the would-be linebacker.

Even the head of the immense rod was rounded and tapered like the perfect mushroom, the underside of the meaty head dipping in towards the shaft, leaving Eagen desperately wondering what the underside would taste like. Would it be fetid and musky like the mushroom was? Would his mouth fill with the blossoming flavor of the spores as he wrapped his lips around it? Would the slit yield creamy goodness? Eagen had made it almost halfway to his cousin on his hands and knees before he realized what he was doing. Eagen let out a grunt as he threw himself back in shock, landing on his tailbone only to let out a squeal.

Reaching back, rough hooflettes stretched over Eagen's fingertips as he found his swollen tailbone. The flesh had grown out between his ass cheeks and as he rubbed at it, the pressure shifted. He squinted his eyes shut as the tail flung itself up suddenly, the bones and cartilage popping into a new alignment. As they did, bristly hairs sprouted from the tip of the irritated flesh. It felt odd to have a tail at all, though even odder as it maneuvered away from his ass... an ass he had not had mere moments before. The flesh there had always been flat and featureless, a point of quiet shame, but now? Now the cheeks were rounding, filling with muscle and flesh and fat. The skin wasn't just rounding, it was growing fuzzy with a downy coating of vellus hairs. Eagen had been rubbing it far longer than he realized before a shadow fell over him. Eagen looked up to see his cousin looming over him.

"Ivan..." Eagen panted, moaning, tougher fingernails digging into the moss and dirt beneath him. His nipples felt swollen, his balls felt heavier, his taint felt stronger. His pucker clenched and unclenched as he looked up at the towering man - no, the towering beast before him. Ivan's tusks rose high from his lower jaw, framing his blunt, flat, wide snout. Wavy, bushy curls of fire red beard pushed out of his cheeks and his jaw. His ears weren't just pointed, they tapered back with faint folds at the ends. Fur sprouted from his shoulders, his chest, his arms... He wasn't just a king of the forest, he was an emperor.

"Looking good cuz, won't be long now." Ivan said with an appreciative grin.

"F-f-fuck me, please!" he begged.

"You ready to be a real boar?" Ivan asked.

"Pleaaase!" Eagen all but squealed. Ivan grinned and came up behind him, talking one hip in each powerful hand. He tugged the remnants of Eagen's pants down to reveal his furry ass, the vellus hairs turning brown as pigment filled them in. He massaged his cousin's rump before giving his log of a cock a few good strokes. In moments he brought his shaft up, rubbing the head over Eagen's hungry hole. The quivering flesh seemed to expand, relaxing and widening in anticipation. Ivan licked his protruding lip. This was the way it was meant to be. They were virile, they were wild. They shared a bond and they were about to share a lot more.

Ivan threw his head back, rolling it from side to side. His mullet traced down the back of his neck, nearly to his shoulders while his rust colored beard continued to fill in. The curves at the edges of his mustache were maintained, but the beard itself was getting coarser and thicker as the strands took on the texture of boar bristles. Everything about Ivan was big; big head, big shoulders, big chest, big arms, and big dick. It was hard not to give in all at once, but Ivan reached out to grab at Eagen's shirt. His fingers dug into the material before he pulled with all his might, splitting the shirt up the back and letting the pieces slink down out of the way to reveal his cousin's naked flesh. His hands returning to Eagen's hips, Ivan gave one more focused burst of determination and thrust into his cousin.

Eagen gasped as he felt himself spread wide by his cousin's immense cock, then moaned as an inch slid in, then two, then four. He braced against the moss, panting, drooling a bit. He could see the tip of his tusks at the bottom of his vision. Eagen had never felt like this before. He was hot, soaked with sweat to the bone. It saturated the roots of his hair, making it wilder and crazier. It glistened from the stubble pushing out of his cheeks. It ran in rivulets down between the pectorals that were growing rounder and fuller by the second. It even soaked the patches of fur on his shoulders, his ass cheeks and his chest. It was disgusting, and that turned him on... and he was being fucked by his cousin. That, too, was disgusting, which made him even hornier.

Eagen let out another squeal, throwing his head upright, panting hard. His tusks grew thicker, making his lower jaw jut out forward. His nostrils flared wider, the skin around them getting tougher as his nose widened and tilted even more upright, presenting his sinus cavities to the world. He felt his odd pointed ears twitch as they grew in thicker. He thrashed, tilting his head side to side, his hair pulling back to reveal wide, unruly mutton chops. The bristly hair pushed out of his cheeks, straight out a good three inches before sweeping back. They looked as though they belonged on a beard champion rather than just some random nineteen year old. Thick, blunt hoof tipped fingers dug into the moss. His toes tried to wriggle, though they operated in groups. His toenails softened, turning into a clay-like consistency that began to spread across his toes. Even his tail was stretching out from his furry ass, growing inch after inch, the tassel tip growing longer fur.

"That's it, cuz, what a good piggy you make..." Ivan grunted, snorting a few deep resounding snorts before he gave Eagen a hefty thrust. Another four inches of beer can thick cock slid into Eagen until Ivan was hilted inside of his cousin. He reached out and gave one of Eagen's mutton chops an affectionate scritch. Eagen panted at that, gasping as his nipples all but popped from his chest, growing out a sudden two and a half inches in length, doubling in width and built off of areola that were spreading to the size of silver dollars. Ivan grunted, remembering that change himself. He reached one hand around and found the sensitive flesh, giving it a squeeze, a tug, a twist. Eagen squealed at that, thrashing, blushing hard before he suddenly shivered.

A sharp string came from two points near the stop of his stomach, then another set of burning pinpoints even with his navel, and then finally another two sets a few degrees further down. Despite himself, Eagen reached up to rub at the painful spots before realizing that new nipples had started to form from the sensitive flesh, swelling outward and growing in. Most people would have been shocked or dismayed, but for Eagen it felt like a natural continuation of his metamorphosis. He pulled his hips forward before slamming them back, letting his cousin fuck him so hard and so deep, claiming him as his own. In and out, in and out.

Ivan was panting and huffing, one hand dug into Eagen's hip while the other explored his partner's body. Eagen's stomach began to sag more, the mild definition lost beneath growing layers of fat. In a few more moments, his rotund belly complimented his sagging man tits. His legs widened, his arms thickened and his shoulders broadened. Eagen was growing quickly, though it was hardly the fit boar physique his cousin had. He was a fat hog and there was no denying it.

Ivan's face tightened, his tusks gritting a little. His brow furrowed, his eyes clenched. He tried to hold on, to hold back, but he eventually threw his head back and let out a boar squeal of his own. Eagen gasped sharply, his lungs filling with air just as his ass filled with cum. Squirt after squirt, Ivan had become a veritable fountain of semen. Eagen accepted it all, feeling his intestines stretch with the sheer volume of it. A deep, oddly drunk looking smile crossed Eagen's face. There was no going back now. Regardless of how long the effects of the mushrooms lasted, he couldn't take back that he'd been fucked by his big macho gay cousin for Thanksgiving.

There was an odd satisfaction to that, the idea that the holiday would be forever tainted by such debauchery. They were living in sin, breaking taboos, and Eagen loved it. He loved it so much that he lowered a hand to his own cock, feeling how bloated and heavy it had gotten. With a few good strokes of his own, he started to cum, sending his hog sperm across the lush, oddly warm and wet moss. The nutrient rich seed soaked into the peat, feeding the roots and perpetuating the cycle that the mushrooms had been living in for thousands of years.

The two remained there for a few moments until Ivan collapsed into the moss next to Eagen, pulling him to him. Eagen murmured slightly, realizing how many pounds he'd packed on in such a short time. He had boobs, he had a belly, his legs were chonky... and he felt oddly divine. No longer was he a rag doll, he was more to love and Ivan seemed to love him. A hairy, borderline furry arm came over Eagen's hip and Ivan gave his cousin a few quick strokes with his hand, eliciting another, smaller orgasm from the dark haired college student before he moaned and exhaled. Eagen had no way of telling just how long it had been, but Ivan had warned him that the mushroom effects would wear off after an hour or two. He hoped it would last, he hoped they could enjoy i for as long as possible. If this was what it meant to get into trouble, he wanted to be a very bad boy.

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Savory aromas filled the air, ranging from the salty turkey to the buttery rolls. The homemade jam was tart and the baked carrots and brussel sprouts were ready to melt in one's mouth. The family had seated themselves and dishes were being maneuvered around so everyone could dish themselves up. Ivan took several helpings of mashed potatoes with wild mushroom gravy spilled into the crevice beneath. Eagen licked his lips just watching his cousin dish up.

"It seems like you two are getting along well." Eagen's father commented with a mild smile, "I remember when you used to fight as kids."

"We used to fight?" Ivan asked in surprise. Eagen blushed a little, putting stuffing onto his plate.

"Well, we had a difference of opinions when we were younger. I was a bit finicky. I think I'm going to start being more like Ivan and live in the moment." Eagen commented.

"Looks like you might take after your cousin in more than one way, are you having another growth spurt? You look taller than you did on the ride down here." his mother mused. Eagen blushed even more, about to reach up to brush his hair back before remembering his hair covered his new mutton chops that he most certainly had not had a day prior.

"Well, here's to the graces of living under one roof, even if for a few days." Ivan's father said, raising his glass in toast. Eagen did the same, as did Ivan, though Eagen gasped and nearly dropped his glass as he felt a very large foot starting to slide up and down his groin. His eyes shot over to Ivan where his cousin merely smiled with a smug smile. Eagen softened a bit and began to lift his hips into the foot, feeling the foot job under the table.

Once again there was that disgusting, savory feeling of being bad. They were sullying Thanksgiving and it felt so good. Eagen started to imagine excusing themselves from the dinner table at the earliest possible moment, going back up the narrow stairs to Ivan's room to 'play some video games' and he'd instead bury his face between his cousin's mighty thighs and try to suck out all the mushroom gravy his cousin had consumed at dinner. It was going to be so hot and sweaty and dirty, Eagen shuddered in anticipation.

Across the table, Ivan dug into his mashed potatoes, savoring the gravy almost as much as he savored Eagen. If one mushroom had made him grow that much, it wouldn't take many more to make him a big gay brute just like him. Ivan imagined dressing his cousin in his own clothes, keeping him within arm's reach at all time, fucking every hole in that boy's body.... It was going to be great. There was just one last change he'd have to suggest, hoping desperately that Eagen would go for it...

[One Semester Later]

The radiator mounted to the wall beneath the window clicked and popped as hot water circulated through its ancient metal frame. The air above it rippled and the window shimmered with a dew of condensation. The dorm room itself was always over-warm. The off-white walls seemed to take on an orange hue from the glow of the vintage string lights taped up the corners of the room and across the walls at head height. Butterscotch colored drawers along one wall and stacked next to the two desks only amplified the effect. There were a few posters on the walls, ranging from a bodybuilder pinup to a game poster featuring a fantastical forest and a mushroom spotting guide with the names and qualities detailed between pictures of each one.

Ivan sat in his gaming chair with his right leg crossed under him, his khaki shorts barely able to fit his mass. His black tank top clung tightly to his thick body and his hair seemed to be even more of a copper red as it spilled out of the front and back of his backwards baseball cap. Ivan's spiked bracelets glinted in the softer glow of the string lights, his right hand half way wrapped around his immense phallus. He had been staring at the beds that had been pushed together, or more accurately, to the behemoth of a man resting atop them.

Eagen had most certainly grown over the last few weeks. His pectorals had swollen with muscle and meat to the point that he didn't need a pillow to lay on his stomach and read, and even his stomach had rounded out into a muscle gut. Even in the immense warmth of the dorm room he wore an oversized sweatshirt emblazoned with the name of their college, the same logo on the hat that peeked out from the hood. Eagen's dark hair had grown long enough to reach his shoulders, but it was the thick, bushy mutton chops and dark mustache that were the most pronounced change to the man's virile status. Despite that, Eagen's black painted fingernails clattered across the keyboard of his surface tablet, dark eyes focused on getting the appropriate points across.

"Psst. Hey, Cuz, look up for a second..." Ivan said, lifting his cock into prominent view. Eagen looked up, his mouth starting to water in moments. Ivan grinned at the response, "Wanna fuck around after you finish your paper?" he asked, lifting his left hand into a rocking-the-horns gesture that they had both come to associate with their tusks.

"Bro, you can't tease me like that. You know I can't wait, dude?" Eagen asked, flipping the tablet down onto his keyboard before sliding it away. He braced his hands on the bed and pushed his immense bulk up, his biceps and triceps expanding beneath the covering of his sweatshirt. Eagen reached up to pull his hood down, revealing pierced, pointed ears poking out from behind his massive mutton chops. He slid off the bed, landing on two size eighteen feet that already showed signs of darkening and reshaping. As he crouched, his pajama pants slunk down to reveal a furry ass with a tasseled tail.

"I guess I'm nothing but trouble, cuz." Ivan huffed. Eagen licked his lips as he reached out with both hands, coiling strong fingers around as much of Ivan's fuck log as he could manage.

"You are, but I'm glad you're my bad influence." Eagen whispered before he leaned down, his lips parting over the wide, broad head of his cousin's huge cock. Ivan's face soon melted as Eagen got to work, slurping and sucking with the skill of a proficient cock slut. It had taken a few weeks, but Eagen was a good student in whatever he did. Ivan's painted nails dug into the arms of his chair as Eagen's tongue started to push into his urethra, taking full advantage of just how big their mutated anatomy was.

Ivan grunted and cursed in delight as his cousin got further down his rod, but as much as he wriggled and writhed, he forced himself to watch as his cousin's nose tilted up and bloated into a snout and the telltale tusks rose up from the corners of his mouth. He snorted and rooted around, taking in inch after inch of his cousin's cock. Ivan moaned and snorted himself as his own tusks grew in, his ears pointing and his nose reshaping. The sock on his right foot stretched, strained and then began to fray before a cloven hoof burst through.

Evan as fur sprouted from the back of Eagen's neck and spread down his immense, broad shoulders, he thought back to how silly he had been to think being cramped in a small room with his cousin during thanksgiving was going to be a bad thing. His only regret was not doing it sooner. What would it have been like to visit him each summer on vacation? What would it have been like to be in his gang of boys in high school? As wistful as he was for the could-have-beens, there was no denying now that they'd have three glorious years together in college... and then maybe more.

A soft shuddering moan announced that Eagen's progress was perhaps too good, but Eagen opened wide as the rush of peaty, musky cum erupted into his mouth. Eagen backed up all the way to the edge, letting the boy batter pool and collect on his tongue. He swished it around, letting it coat his teeth and saturate his senses before he finally swallowed it down with three greedy gulps. Ivan gasped, his back arching as Eagen licked him clean, taking particular care to lick the beveled underside of his cock head before finally pulling off.

Ivan collapsed into his gamer chair, arms flopping of the arm rests, his head reclined onto the back edge. His chest rose and fell for several moments, his heart racing. There were spots in front of his eyes from how hard he'd cum, but when his vision cleared, he turned his head weakly to look back at the bed, realizing that Eagen had returned to laying on his stomach. His tablet was back out, his fingers moving back over the keyboard. Ivan was a bit shocked at how quickly his cousin had bounced back to academic mode, though he did notice a slow rise and fall of Eagen's hips. He was humping the mattress as he wrote his paper. Ivan smiled a bit.

"Psst, hey cuz... When you're done with your paper, you wanna fuck me?" Ivan whispered. Eagen made a show of groaning in annoyance, but Ivan's grin merely grew larger as he heard the slap of the tablet being closed against his keyboard again.