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Cowboy Written by Leo_Todrius

It was a lazy Saturday afternoon, one that had long since been observed as a day of gaming between Kent and Jamie. The sun beat against the blinds, trying to penetrate the bedroom. A few stray beams pierced in, but instead of landing on old dishes, dvd discs and game controllers, it was hitting a very different set of items. A belt with a thick buckle was draped over a chair, a pair of black boots kicked over on the floor... and a large, wide brimmed hat sat on the table. There was movement outside the room as Jamie came down the hall, knocking on the door.

"Come on in." Kent called out, his voice having a slight drawl to it that Jamie wasn't used to, but then again it was fairly early. The door eased open and Jamie entered. He had shaggy brown hair, a brown and green hooded sweat shirt and baggy jeans. He reached into the pouch of his shirt and scooped out a knot of tangled cords and game cases, dumping them on the bed before he looked up, his jaw dropping.

He had expected to see his best friend the way he always saw him; shaggy blond hair, frail body, baggy clothing. The person sitting before him was surely a man... Six foot two, blond hair shaved right down to the skull, broad chested in a plaid shirt and tight black jeans. A cowboy hat rested on his head and a thick mustache adorned his upper lip, the corners curled artfully. Jamie's eyes darted over the muscles, the bulge in the jeans, then to his face... a face that still looked, however remotely, like his friend.

"K... Kent?" Jamie whispered, "What happened?" he whispered.

"Nothin' much, Jus' thought we could go for a drive in ma new truck!" Kent chuckled, "Though you don't look the part for the country yet." Kent decided, reaching over. He picked up one of the cowboy hats with his wide, meaty hands and brought it down onto Jamie's head. Jamie went to stop him but he was too late. He felt a shiver run down his spine as the hat closed around his skull.

The gamer stood there, his body rigid with the hat on his head. He felt an odd heat in his chest, filling his lungs and then his stomach. It felt like sunlight, like fresh air... and it was expanding. Kent laid back on his bed, groping himself as he watched Jamie. Inch by inch, the hooded sweatshirt grew too tight, binding around his chest and arms. Jamie was maturing at a fast rate. He could have been mistaken for sixteen easily, but that was changing.

The sweatshirt grew bindingly tight, the sleeves puffing out. The draw string stretched and slipped into the shirt, but it wasn't enough. Even Jamie's spine was stretching. He pushed past five foot seven, then nine, hitting six feet tall. His shirt rode up, exposing his stomach. As Kent watched, the soft stomach grew rigid, muscles defining before soft brown hairs began pushing out. Jamie's bush was spreading upwards, the pleasure trail looping around his exposed navel.

Jamie panted hard, knowing something was wrong but unable to do anything about it. He looked at Kent on the bed, groping himself lewdly. He wondered what had happened to his friend, what had started all this, but soon the thoughts melted away and Jamie was lost in the experience. The baby fat on his face started to disappear, leaving his chin more defined, his cheek bones more exposed. He seemed almost comical now, looking like a twenty year old trying to wear a sixteen year old's clothes. His shaggy hair was out of place on such a masculine body, but that wasn't going to be a problem much longer.

Strand by strand his long hair began to retract, shrinking away as if growing in reverse. It pulled away from his eyes and ears, falling back into neat little lines beneath the hat... but it was almost as if his body had to do something with the hair. With the shag on his head gone, hair began to push out of his cheeks. It started as soft stubble but grew out centimeters every second. The skin darkened, creating a line down in front of his ears all the way to his jaw. The hair pushed out longer, curling around, growing thicker and bushier.

The contradiction of messy hair and a smooth face hadn't seemed to fit at all, but for some reason the neat hair and unruly sideburns fit perfectly. As far as Kent was concerned, they were far more than perfect. Jamie panted gently as his side burns thickened nearly to the point of mutton chops, three inches thick and curly as hell. Kent had been so distracted by his friend's sideburns he hadn't kept track of his shirt, one that was pushed beyond its limits.

The brown and green sweatshirt popped around the seams. The sleeves sagged around thick muscled biceps and triceps. The shirt itself followed soon after, nearly exploding into shreds as it was torn asunder. Revealed beneath was a wife beater that Jamie had not been wearing before, stretched over his broad chest. Kent could see his silver dollar sized nipples through the fabric and watched as thick brown curls of hair poked up above the collar, spreading outward.

Kent leaned forward, pulling the scraps off his friend, watching with glee. The hair swept outward, growing out down his arms. Jamie's freckles darkened, his skin toughened and on his shoulder the skin darkened as if stained by ink, working into a stylized black sun. Jamie shuddered at that as the memory of getting a tatt wormed into his brain, of forging permission to get it when he was fifteen, being bad ass with his best friend.

There was a strange sound from Jamie's body as the denim tightened across his lower half, becoming more form fitting. It hugged his round, firm ass cheeks and rounded around his groin, making room for his package... a package that started to grow. Jamie felt as if he was getting erect, his cock stretching out longer and thicker... but it wasn't any harder, at least not yet. It reached six inches, then eight, then ten... all while limp. Jamie even felt the skin on his cock stretch longer, sliding around the gland of his penis before hugging it in a tight embrace, his foreskin restored.

The jeans tightened around the swelling gland, the member hardening at last as his balls swelled and grew. Jamie still stood there, stock still. The wife beater and tight jeans seemed to fit though. They fit his had, his sideburns, his muscles and tattoo. The memory of the tattoo was just the first to work into his brain. The days of video game playing were replaced with working in the field, sneaking beers and going with Kent into the barn.

Jamie groaned as some of the memories replayed, some stubble crossing his upper lip, darkening it with just a shadow. The changes seemed to be slowing down at last. Jamie's breathing became more regular and even... but the changes weren't over yet. The blue faded from his back jean pocket as a ring swelled outward, a round metal tin forming into place. Jamie couldn't go anywhere without his chaw after all. A slow grin formed on Jamie's lips as they swelled outward a bit, displaced by some of the foul, addictive substance, further displacing the simple boy he'd been before... but that was hardly the end of it.

Kent scooted over to the edge of the bed, watching Jamie's feet with interest. His DV sneakers were out of place on his body, tight and contorting. Jamie's feet were swelling, stretching longer and thicker. His heels widened, his arch increased and the shoe stretched. As the leather and rubber was displaced, it began to change as well. The fuzzy black bleached out to brown and then tan, the fuzz falling away to reveal smooth polished and embroidered leather. The round tip to the shoe honed into a point, the heel thickened and the laces disappeared. The shoes worked up around his ankles, forming into a perfect pair of cowboy boots... a perfect pair for a perfect cowboy.

Jamie stood there for a moment, still locked in all the changes... but the cowboy hat on his head slowly relaxed its grip. Its work was done. Jamie grinned and hopped onto the bed, straddling Kent, grabbing his head. He leaned in and gave Kent a deep kiss. Their muscled tongues tangled, Kent's mustache rubbed Jamie's upper lip, their swollen groins ground against one another. Kent tasted the tang of the chaw slip into his mouth, Jamie's saliva so thick... but Kent didn't mind. He gave Jamie a few humps and let the kiss linger before finally breaking it.

"Ready for that drive?" Kent asked.

"More Fuckin' ready than you could believe." Jamie said, hopping off the bed. Kent got up, readjusted his thick belt buckle before he slapped Jamie on the thick ass. The two men strode through the house, past pictures of the boys growing up hung lovingly on the wall.

As Jamie and Kent moved out of the house, red sparkles worked their way up in the driveway, forming a rusted out, mud covered orange truck with five foot tall tires and unnecessary fog lights. Kent climbed up into the rig like a monkey, having no memory that he hadn't always owned the truck. Jamie bounded around the other side and climbed in, smiling as he remembered all the blow jobs he'd given his best friend while driving.

Before long the lights on the truck snapped on, the engine growled and the truck backed up. The mud flaps waggled behind the tires, the black rubber covered with metal plates of a lithe, slutty boy masturbating a cock taller than he was. The emblem was provocative to say the least, but that was why Kent loved it. The truck roared once more before it took off, rolling down the road like a beast before rounding a corner at high speed.

As the truck rounded the corner, it rolled past an aged Hawthorne tree loaded thick with blossoms, casting a long shadow... a shadow inhabited by a demon. He appeared to be twenty eight years old, wearing baggy black pants with thick chains. His black shirt had a deep v-neck, showing a hairy chest and pierced nipples and coming together just above an ample stomach. The demon had brown hair, though most of it was worked into a huge Mohawk. A thick beard covered his face, his lips nearly obscured behind the mustache while the beard itself dropped down to his collar bone.

The demon gave a fang filled grin as they passed, another two victims successfully corrupted... but there was a lot of work left to do. He wanted to see humans of every type, and once that was done he'd unlock a more powerful magic. Bit by bit, he'd turn the world into his lusty, hairy paradise. The demon chuckled, glad that he had been liberated from his mortal life as he melted back into the shadows.