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Chapter 5

Recap

My name is Duke Gray and I'm a good boy.

About a week ago, I was cursed to become a beast that would make everyone else live out my fantasies. I met all kinds of people on my journey to break my curse. I was driven to go back to my old life. To go back to being a 22-year-old partially-closeted English Major whose only moments of being himself was restricted to weekly romps at a gay bar where I wasn't guaranteed to get the care that I wanted.

That all changed after I got cursed and I met Sheriff Diesel Cooke, my master.

I left the Grimmwood National Park in the care of Dee. A trusting, caring and genuine individual who looked after the entire town of Grimmwood like everyone was his own child. Though he was divorced and never had a kid of his own, he treated everyone like they were his.

I transformed in the middle of the night and I confessed to him my curse. He went out of his way to not only accept me but find me a route to San Francisco where my family was. He single-handedly boosted my journey to its end while simultaneously offering me a place to stay in Grimmwood when it was all over.

How could I not decide to stay?

He called me a good boy and I became his.

Now… I don't want to leave.

Why would I ever leave my master?

?

It's really very strange.

For the past week or so, I had been obsessed with breaking the curse that had been put on me. It only took just two days for me to realize that there was another option. Why break the curse when I could use it to benefit others? Why get rid of something that could make people better? These fantasies were not just something unique to me. I could give them their greatest fantasies or even the power to make their dreams come true while simultaneously making them kings among men.

At least that was how I saw it the following morning when Diesel woke from his slumber and stumbled out into the kitchen to the smell of the omelets I had made. He rubbed the sleep away from his eyes and regarded me with a little bit of a frown that caused his mustache to droop a little. His tongue snaked out a little, brushing the dried cum caught in his facial hair before moving cautiously towards me.

“'Mornin' Duke," he greeted.

“Now remember," Anodyne advised sternly. “He may not respond fondly to the truth. Humans are usually adverse to any mention of slavery or loss of free will. So when he asks… navigate around the truth."

He was right, of course. Diesel was far too kind of a soul to accept his role as my master… for now. Anodyne and I had discussed this topic last night as I cleaned our mess and this morning when I woke up to make the sheriff his breakfast. Anodyne had first been quite adamant that I needed to break free of Diesel's influence but the way I saw it, he was the father I never had. Why would I leave this place? This morning, Anodyne relented and gave me some sound advice.

“Good morning, Dee," I responded, smiling back at him. I plucked the coffee that I had prepared in a mug from where it sat beside the ancient looking machine and handed it to him. “How do you like your coffee?"

“Iced with whipped cream," he admitted. “The Kensings across th' street got me hooked on 'em when they brought me to a Starbucks in th' next town over."

“Okay," I responded, my tail twirling in the air. “I can get that prepared for you."

“No, this is fine," he responded, taking the cup before I could retrieve it. “Say… Last night… Did we…?"

“We didn't sleep together if that's what you're asking," I responded. He visibly sighed in relief at that. “Though I did give you a blow job."

All the color drained from his face. “Oh, son… I'm sorry if I -"

“No! No!" I beamed at him brightly. “Don't you see? It's my curse acting up. Whatever you did wasn't your fault. It was mine. I'm sorry for that."

That frown returned. “Doesn't mean that I should've let it happen. I should've been stronger."

Such modesty! Such compassion! Such a good master!

“No one is stronger than this thing that's cursed me," I admit. “Not even Barry. All we can do right now is move forward."

Diesel nodded gravely. “Right. How do we do that?"

I gave him a terse smile. “Like I said, no one has ever escaped my curse before. Everyone's been turned. It's inevitable. I don't know if putting distance between you and me will even help. The only way anyone has ever really broken free is by accepting the curse and being turned into a beast like me."

It was the truth. Everyone I had encountered thus far has been transformed. 100% infection rate. I also didn't know if keeping away from Diesel would actually stop the progression of said curse. We had proved that with Barry being dragged into my cuckolding fantasy when I had fucked Scott on the back of his track while he watched.

And the most important part was all adherence to the selected scenario ended the moment the victim turned into a full-on beast.

The sheriff regarded me incredulously. “Yer jokin'." Seeing my expression, he visibly deflated. “Yer not jokin'." He ran a hand down his face, stopping a second to scratch his mustache. “Jesus Christ… I can't be a beast… I've got a whole town ta look after."

Now came the delicate part. Anodyne and I had role played a bit while Diesel was still fast asleep to make sure I got the part of my speech right.

“Well… what if you turned the rest of the town?" I suggested.

He went rigid and stared at me for a good minute. “What're ya suggestin', son?"

The way he called me 'son' made my balls tingle.

“You can't escape the curse," I responded calmly while trying to contain my excitement. “One way or another, you're going get turned into a beast. But you love this town too much to abandon it. You love its people. I don't think you'll be satisfied to just become the town's hyper-realistic mascot or some vigilante that only comes out at night and protects the town from all threats. You want to be in with them." I waved at the pictures around us, at all the memories that were plastered across the walls and the legacy that he had built for himself. “You want to keep being involved in the lives of everyone here. Right?"

“Got that right," rumbled the sheriff. “I ain't ready to retire jus' yet."

Judging by the muscle that had grown overnight, he was even farther from retirement. The anticipation of seeing whatever kind of beast he would become stirred the primal bottom within me.

“So I think the solution is to make sure the town is accepting of you," I suggested, pushing the plate with my perfectly folded cheese omelet across the kitchen counter to him. He didn't touch it quite yet as he was held captive by my suggestion. Funny how I was beholden to his will yet he was listening intently to me. That's a good master.

After a few moments, he cut into the omelet, watching all the mixed and melted cheeses ooze out before lifting a piece of egg to his lips. “I'm listening," he said before taking a bite.

“Even if we go around the town and announce that you are going to be transforming into a beast but you're still the same Sheriff Diesel Cooke as ever, you know people are going to go behind your back and do something selfish. They might go to the media. Might take pictures and post something on the internet. Might even call the military to have you taken away. The only thing that'll keep them from doing that is if they were at risk of being exposed as well."

Diesel nearly choked on the omelet. “Yer suggestin' we hold th' whole town hostage!"

Anodyne had expected this line of protests and had come up with a line of counters that even I had to admit was a little underhanded and manipulative. This was coming from the guy that fantasized about hypnotizing other men into becoming my obedient sex slaves.

“I'm suggesting we put the town to the test," I replied, repeating Anodyne's words verbatim. “You've done so much for the people, Dee. More than they deserve. You've never asked for anything in return and have never kept tally on all the stuff you've done for them. But this is one time you need them. It's either they stand by your side and support you or you learn who you've really helped."

He shook his head at me. “It ain't right ta be forcin' 'em inta that situation."

Again, that line was something Anodyne had anticipated.

“Don't look at it as just being transformed into a beast." I pressed a paw against my chest. “Think of it as contracting an incurable disease. A disease that… That I gave you. I'm really sorry for that. I wish I could control it. Believe me when I say I never wanted the man who took me in, fed me, protected me and even set me up on my journey to find a cure to be infected with this infection."

Dee reached over, grabbed my other paw and gave it a firm squeeze. “No. No, son. Ya told me yer whole story an' 'bout how I was at risk this whole time. That's a risk I took. That's on me." He shut his eyes and let out a long sigh. “It's my fault. Ain't mean I'm gonna make it th' town's problem."

Time to start bringing this home.

“You're part of this town as much as anyone else, Dee," I said evenly. “You can't always be expected to give. You've been there for everyone and now, you're stuck with this disease. You need help. If people can't make small sacrifices to take care of you, then what do you think will happen if you were to suddenly get cancer or break a leg and can't get around your house? You can't do everything yourself. Sometimes, you need to ask for help. It's time for Grimmwood to help you for once."

Diesel got up and paced back and forth. “But this ain't jus' spendin' an hour with me a day or bringin' me soup. This is 'bout everyone givin' up their lives ta be jus' like me."

“You know what you have to say," Anodyne said harshly.

“You've built a community here, Sheriff," I said. “A community that can has you at its heart. There are still some little differences here and there but this, this curse, will bring them all together. It'll unite everyone like never before. It's how Scott and Barry got together. It's how Ranger got over his ex. We can use this curse not as a means to punish but as a way to make Grimmwood even better!"

Diesel's eyes turned to me, confused but at the same time, revealing the deep thought swirling behind those gray lenses. “Make the town better…? But what if other people come through town…? What about the future? Lots of people work in the big city…"

“They can find work in town. Be self-sufficient. You don't need the stress and pressure from other towns bearing down on you and dividing you like how it divided you from your wife. You can make it work. I know you can."

He turned away, frowning and clearly still on the fence. “I dun know…"

“Then how about we do a small test run?" That caught his attention and he was back to looking at me curiously. “Why don't we invite Colin or Gunner over? You trust them, right? Let's tell them about me. Show them what's happening to you. If they don't accept it, let's plan on you coming with me. Maybe we can find a way to break the curse before it fully takes hold of you and then you can come back here once it's broken. Otherwise, it's proof that the town will change with you and you won't have to leave. You can make it even better."

A little bit of excitement entered Diesel's features and he was inching back to his usual, peppy, joyful self. Having alternatives really helped him feel more secure. Anodyne foresaw that.

“Well why didja say so?" He slapped the table excitedly. “Let's do it!"

“Alright," he replied excitedly. “Give those two a call and let's get going."

“Let's finish breakfast first." He bit into the omelet again and moaned softly in appreciate. “This is really good, son. Good boy."

I had to stop myself from falling over and immediately orgasming at those magical two words. Just hearing them, how earnestly he spoke them and the way his eyes glistened as he directed them at me made my knees weak. It was impossible to keep the big grin off my muzzle as I finished my own breakfast. My tail was looping behind me in excitement.

When we finished breakfast, I went to washing the dishes while Diesel took a shower to get the rest of the cum off him before he called Colin and Gunnar. That gave me some time with Anodyne.

“That went really well," I muttered, practically bouncing on the balls of my feet. “Did you hear him call me a good boy?"

“I did." The subdued response worried me and I asked my tattoo construct why he wasn't jumping in joy. “I barely know Colin and Gunnar. I honestly don't know how they will react."

That sent my heart plummeting while doing flips on the way down. “Then why did you suggest calling them?"

“Because I am sure Diesel's hypnotic powers are going to convince them no matter what."

I beamed. “Oh yeah! Good idea."

“The problem, however, is getting him to say those words to them naturally without him realizing that he is hypnotizing them. Remember, he's still pure and we want to keep that."

That would be a problem indeed. I loved Diesel for his empathy and blissful nature. No doubt the realization that he could hypnotize people with just a few words would shatter him and send him spiraling into depression that'll likely end up in him taking a vow of silence. Not a good image for someone who would soon be the leader of the entire town.

No, we had to make sure that he brought Colin and Gunnar to heel without making him realize just what he was doing.

“Convince them to spend some time with you. One-on-one."

I regarded the tattoo on my arm curiously. “What? Why?"

“The situation will be bizarre to them. They will be in disbelief. However, they cannot deny the changes in you or Diesel. The issue here is that they are not as trusting as Diesel. They will be suspicious about your intent. They will offer some level of trust because they trust the sheriff but you need to earn their trust. That can only be achieved by learning more about them and connecting with them."

“What do I have to connect with them on?"

“Diesel. He has had a big influence on all your lives. He helped them find their path and he has extended the same to you albeit in a drastically different direction."

I beamed brightly. “Yeah… Yeah! He really has!"

“Perfect. Build on that relationship. You're all brothers in this now. Let's turn Grimmwood into a haven for those that have been cursed. Who knows? There are likely others that have fallen into the same situation as you. Maybe you can act as a beacon for them. Better yet, perhaps once news reaches the ears of others of your paradise of the cursed, your friends might find their way here."

Hey! That's an awesome idea! Why make the journey to Alaska, risking infecting others and putting my personal health at risk when I could shore up here in Grimmwood, create a fortress of the damned and just get people to come to me. Hell, given how social media works, I could probably make a case online and get some sort of protection from social pressure alone. It's that old joke that if a zombie apocalypse were to happen, there would be some sympathizers out there that would stymie any military action. Only this time, instead of zombies, were hot, gay men.

Best. Apocalypse. Ever.

Anodyne had sold me on the plan.

Diesel called Colin and Gunnar after he was done in the shower and he reported that they would be over in fifteen minutes. During that time, I helped him clean the sheets that I had inadvertently sullied with my cum. I took the time to appreciate his new form.

Still giving off strong 'dad' energy but more refined. That wrestler's physique that had faded with age and fat had come out more. Those pecs were firm, square and popping out of his police uniform. They actually cast shadows over the belly that was now just slightly protruding further than his chest. His arms were simply beastly. Nowhere near as big as mine but still bigger than any average human. 60% of that was probably layers of fat but I could see the creases of biceps and curves of triceps whenever he flexed them in a certain way. Enormous quads were clearly his best asset. Even now, only partially into becoming a beast, he could crush watermelons between them. All the power needed to carry his weight had gone straight into his legs and I wanted nothing more than to nibble on them.

It took incredible self-control not to grow hard whenever he so much as walked across my vision. Though it really wasn't that hard. He was my master and he would tell me when I should get erect and pleasure myself. I was his to command and master hadn't told me to pleasure him despite what I wanted.

Fifteen minutes flew by very easily and Diesel told me to wait in the guest bedroom for a bit while he eased the news to Colin and Gunnar. I did as I was told, naturally. My keen ears easily picked up their conversation. The walls were pretty thin and Colin was very loud.

“Hey, Dee!" exclaimed the fireman. “Whoa! Did you just come from the gym or something? You're looking pumped!"

“Somethin' like that…" laughed Diesel. “Come in. Both of ya. I… got sumthin' ta tell ya."

“You look worried," observed Gunnar. Strange how his calm voice came in the clearest of all of them through the wall. Maybe it was because he was the one that I was most cautious about. Apart from both of us being Asian, I didn't really click with him. “What's the matter? Is it about that kid, Duke?"

That's why I was so worried.

Gunnar struck me as the extremely observant type. The kind of person that reserved judgment until much later. During our small interaction yesterday, I felt he was always watching me. Little wonder he won the most games at poker.

“Sort of," Diesel began. His voice was growing slightly louder indicating that he had moved towards the lounge room which was adjacent to the guest room. “Ya see… Duke is… Special."

“Aw, come on, papa bear," sighed Colin. “You say that about everyone! I remember you said that about me as well when you caught me stealing."

“You said that about me too when graduated high school," added Gunnar. “But I know better than to question you on that. What's so special about Duke?"

“Well…"

That was my cue. I moved towards the door and slowly opened it just as Diesel called out my name. The moment I stepped out into the lounge room, both Colin and Gunnar had vastly different reactions. Gunnar immediately went into defensive mode and grabbed one of the small tables, lifting it easily thanks to his build and getting ready to swing it at me in case I got too close. Colin gaped and stared, mouth open.

“Hi guys," I offered lamely.

“What the absolutely fuck!?" shouted Gunnar. “Who are you and how the fucking hell are you able to speak with a muzzle like that!?"

That was an excellent question.

Seeing my stumble, Anodyne provided a response. “Chances are, your biology is different to that of an average beast. Likely more nerves and muscles in your muscle and tongue that allows you to flexibly control both so you can more easily form words."

Too technical for me.

I shrugged and offered, “Magic?"

Colin stepped up to me and unabashedly placed both his hands on my pectorals, having to lift his hands over his head just to reach. “Holy shit… are these real?" Without waiting for a response, he pressed his head against my abs and rubbed his cheeks up and down the furry cheese grater. “Hot damn! They are real!"

“Colin! Get away from him!" barked Gunnar.

“Now, now," Diesel began, stepping in between me and the EMT. “Like I said, Duke is special."

“I thought you meant 'special' in that he's got that 'unique quality' to him that sets him apart from everyone else or, worst case, a little bit on the spectrum!" Gunnar gestured at me. “Not blue furry monster 'special'."

I lifted my thumb and forefinger an inch from one another. “Little more special than that, I'm afraid."

I began my explanation which was starting to sound like a practiced speech to me at this point. Providing said explanation to more than one person at a time was a little odd especially when one person was outwardly fondling my and the other was brandishing a side table like a bat. Gunnar never once put that table down. Diesel interjected with his thick southern accent every now and then just to vouch for my good character.

At the end of the explanation, I said, “And last night, I ended up giving Diesel a blowjob and started the transformation process."

“And that's how he suddenly looks ten years younger and like he never stopped wrestling?" concluded Colin who had finally released me from his grip. “Damn… I wonder what that kind of magic would do to me?"

“Colin!" exclaimed Gunnar incredulously.

“Come on, Gunny," he replied, shooting him a coy look. “Not like you haven't wondered. You're such an insecure ball of anxiety that you spend three hours working out every day - non-consecutively - because even though you're the biggest guy in town, you still think you're puny."

I glanced the EMT curiously. “Really?"

“That is not for you to know!" snapped Gunnar.

Colin waved absently in his friend's direction. “Body dysmorphia. Poor Gunny has it bad. Keeps thinking he's small when he's already got biceps that are bigger than oranges and he is absolutely shredded. Everyone says he should go on bodybuilding competitions but he just keeps telling them that he's not big enough."

“Colin!"

“It's true, Gunnar," said Diesel, offering a gentle smile. “I keep tellin' ya. Yer huge! You could do somethin' with that size."

Gunnar was now blushing deeply and he gestured angrily in my direction. “Well… Compared to him I'm just the tiny little Asian kid!"

Oh… Oh no.

I see what this is.

Regardless of how modern our society may claim it is or how much we try to fight stereotypes, they still exist in our minds. The worst are the stereotypes we hold of ourselves. There is a very prevalent stereotype that Asians are small and skinny rice farmers. There are hundreds of Asian bodybuilders and even Asian pornstars that will gladly subvert that preconception but that didn't stop those of us born with oriental heritage from seeing ourselves easily fit into that mold. I could easily see Gunnar, full of judgment for the world, looking at himself in the mirror and telling himself he just wasn't big enough. Coming from a family that was overly critical of my achievements and always chasing praise that could never be achieved, that hit far too close to home.

Yikes.

“Like Colin said," I began. “Maybe I could help you be as big as me…?"

“No!" snapped Gunnar. “Hell no. I've never resorted to steroids and I'm definitely not going to resort to magic. As far as I'm concerned, you need to go before you start corrupting other people! Fuck, if you're as 'good' as Diesel says you are, you'd have the decency to get out of here before you turn us all into the puppets for your fantasies!"

“Gunny!" exclaimed Colin. “Duke needs our help! Diesel didn't turn us away when we needed help. Why would we turn Duke away?"

“Because he's a fucking cancer!"

Ouch. Just… ouch.

“That's enough, Gunnar," said Diesel sternly, using a voice that I never knew he had. It was strong, growly and commanding. Even Gunnar was shocked at the tone he had used. “The way I see it, Duke hasn't hurt anyone. He's ev'n made lives better. He got Scott an' Dr. Price t'gether. He got Ranger ta express his rage an' get o'ver 'is ex. Who knows what he could do for the rest o' us."

“You mean what he's already done to you?" hissed Gunnar. “Come on, Diesel. Even you have got to see that he's got his hooks in you! He's a goddamn incubus that's tempting you to sin!"

“What he's done is given me more years back," answered Diesel, holding up a bicep and flexing it. “I've been 'fraid of havin'ta leave th' town I love or gettin' too weak ta' keep helpin' th' townsfolk. Now, I feel better than ever! Stronger, ev'n. I can help more people like this." He got a distant look on his face. “It wasn't so long ago that I could drive all th' way to Fetterburg, work at th' depot an' make th' drive back with plenty o' energy ta make yer football game. I made that trip yesterday an' Duke had ta cook fer me cuz I jus' didn't have the energy."

Not entirely true. I cooked to thank him and he didn't oppose it. He was dead tired afterwards and the massage I gave him eventually led to my hypnosis and subservience into as his slave but that was besides the point.

Only then did Gunnar lower the table he was holding. “Sheriff… You know if you were ever to slow down…"

“I ain't hearin' it, Gunny," he replied, making a slicing motion with his hand. “With Duke's help, I ain't ever gonna have ta slow down and I think th' town is gotta get stronger if he helps 'em th' same way."

“By turning us all into gay freaks!?"

Colin leaned forward, one eyebrow raised. “Are you more concerned about the 'freaks' part or the 'gay' part?"

There, Gunnar flinched and looked like he had just been punched in the gut. “That's… not what I meant…"

“We aren't so lucky to be born in the bodies we want," Colin replied, his normally cheery demeanor dropping into one that was much colder. “You of all people should know that."

Again, that was another gut punch that sent Gunnar deflating.

“If Duke can help people become who they want, then we should take him up on it."

“But it's unnatural…" Gunnar immediately pointed at Colin sharply. “And you know that's not what I meant."

Colin's lips twitched slightly. “Yeah. Sure. Point is, this morning, you woke up believing magic wasn't real. And here we have proof. Are you telling me that you don't want to take advantage of such a wondrous miracle?"

“I'm saying we should approach this more cautiously. We don't know what fantasy we'll be forced to play out so that we get to 'be who we really are inside'. What if we're forced to do something really vile like… eat shit, murder someone or…" His eyes momentarily flicked towards Diesel. “… fuck our own parents."

I lifted my paw into the air. “I solemnly swear that I have never had any fantasies of scat or gore. Incest on the other hand…" I grinned a little. “I have unresolved daddy issues. Sue me." I shrugged. “Besides, after that one bit of role play, you get to be whoever you want. My powers have no hold on you. Isn't that worth it? Just one blissful moment with me and then the circumstances of your birth never being a factor in your physical and mental state?"

Gunnar shook his head angrily and turned around, storming towards the kitchen. “This is bullshit…"

Once he was gone and we heard the refrigerator open, Colin let out a sigh.

“Give him some time," said the firefighter. “He's… struggling with a lot."

“I can tell," I admit, sympathizing too well. I then turned towards the Scandinavian Adonis. “I don't know if it's my fantasies or just the way you are but… why are you so accepting of this?"

Colin let out a soft laugh and shamelessly appraised me. “Let's just say I have a thing for big guys."

When I threw Diesel a perplexed look, the sheriff threw me an expectant one. Then, for the briefest of instants, he flicked his head towards the kitchen… where Gunnar had vanished to.

It instantly clicked.

“Ah, I see," I mused. “Well, I think we'll need to give Gunnar some time to mull this over…"

“Good idea," Diesel concluded. “How 'bout you two boys go off an' get ta know each other? If we're gonna bring th' town inta this, we'll need more support. That's a good boy"

A tingle ran up my spine at those two magic words and I couldn't help but grin at myself at my master's approval.

“Sounds like fun!" exclaimed Colin. He looped his arm around mine and began pulling me towards the door. “Come on, Duke! Let me show you my pool."

I was still reeling from the exchange and the revelations that had just come out of the brief conversation. The high that I got from Diesel's acknowledgment of my good behavior was slowly coming down and we were already at the door when I could finally muster up a reply.

“You have a pool?"

?

Leaving my master created a strong longing in my chest that I had never anticipated. Drugs were never my thing. Never even got into coffee or energy drinks but I'm one of those people that gets really thrown off his groove if something in his routine is disrupted. A feeling of loss, confusion and fear would crawl in and start eating away at the lining of my stomach, leaving a bigger and bigger hole that couldn't be filled until I was back to normal. This feeling of waiting for Colin to drive his red hot convertible into the Diesel's garage, watching him pull the seat back and then squeezing myself into the small vehicle while he pulled up the canopy for extra privacy was similar to that feeling.

There was only one big difference here.

A part of me was genuinely relieved I was leaving Diesel. A little fly that was growing incessantly louder as it buzzed in my ear. It was constantly telling me that parting was a good thing. Never gave a reason why.

It would say some distance is good as it'll let Diesel work with Gunnar. It would give me time to work with Colin who seemed far more receptive to me and my curse. Hell, if we got into a situation where Grimmwood's emergency services were transformed, I'd have a pile of hot, uniformed men all around me and serving my master. That's definitely a fantasy I could get behind.

Colin reversed out of the Diesel's garage and I kept as low as possible so that no one would see even in passing. A little hard to do considering my sheer width caused my shoulders to brush up against the firefighter's.

The little mosquito of dissent whispered that distance makes the heart grow fonder and I would agree. I wouldn't know how well I'd survive out here without Diesel if I was away from him. He was my master, yes, but I wasn't some helpless pup. I needed to make sure I protected him as much as he cared for me. The town's sheriff was a man who valued his people's growth and contribution to the community, after all.

Five minutes later, we were arrived at Colin's home. It was certainly one of the bigger ones in the neighborhood. Two-storeys with a large backyard and a modern look to it. Lots of walls that could easily be glass windows. The pool he mentioned dominated the second floor which had a view of the street thanks to the floor-to-glass windows. Colin drove his convertible into the underground garage and we waited for the door to fully shut before we got out.

The contrary hushed voice told me that I needed to get used to it because I'm the only one that can transform people and, chances were, I'd have to spend some quality time with other people. This was also true. Diesel couldn't babysit me the entire time as I converted the townspeople. He would probably have to spend a lot of his time and effort maintaining order from those who resisted the transition.

Honestly, why couldn't people just see what was good for them and accept it?

“Welcome to my home!" Colin announced, leading me up to the first floor. “Mi casa es su casa!"

Compared to Diesel's home which was far more homey and warm, Colin's was very modern and made really clever use of space. There were quite a few mirrors on the walls that made the areas look more spacious. Entire walls facing the exterior were replaced with floor-to-ceiling windows which Colin immediately went to work dimming so that we could see out of them but no one could peer inside. Polished wooden floorboards were well-maintained. Furniture was minimalistic in their design and matched the light, sea foam green color that dominated the walls and ceilings.

It was bright, spacious and predominantly only had two colors; brown and really light green. Anything that broke that color scheme really stood out like the big blue triptych of an ocean scene from lighthouse to out into the sea that was placed on his lounge room wall.

“How can you afford all of this?" I asked as he led me up the stairs.

“I built a lot of it myself," he replied with a bright grin. “If anyone asks, I probably hold the record of mooching off Sheriff Cooke. I stayed with him for almost eight years after I graduated from high school."

That made me mad. How dare anyone take advantage of sweet-hearted Diesel like that and boast about it?

Then that voice came back. Why should I be angry?

Really, I shouldn't be. Diesel liked helping people. It's how he found purpose in his life. In fact, in some way, it was a little sad. In his advanced age, he lived for everyone else and defined himself entirely by the achievements of others. What little ambition he had was directed entirely to helping others. I shouldn't be mad that Colin stayed with Diesel for nearly ten years because that's what would've made Diesel happy.

“I thought he helped you make it as a firefighter," I said as we reached the second floor.

The pool I had seen from outside was sealed behind a glass sliding door. It was simply enormous. Not a lap pool but one of those pools that could comfortably fit ten to fifteen people with enough room to swim casually between people. A bar was positioned not too far from the pool as were some seats facing a large television mounted on the wall. It was definitely not a pool to go diving into. Just one used for relaxation. Opposite the pool were the bedrooms. I counted three of them. Lots of space for a guy who clearly lived alone.

Colin pushed aside the glass doors to the pool and stepped into the wooden deck, kicking off his boots and setting it aside. “He did. But firefighters don't make a lot of money. I could never have afforded all this without his help."

“So how did you afford it?" I pressed.

“By flipping houses," he responded with a grin over his shoulder. He waved me over to the bar. “See, Grimmwood isn't exactly a place where you want to spend the rest of your life. Sure we got kids being born here but most of the schools they attend are an hour or so away and there aren't really any big businesses here to sustain a large population. We've got an aging population and it's way too cold for a lot of older folks. They tend to move further south. What I've been doing for the past decade is buying the houses they leave, modernize it and then resell it at a higher price."

That was pretty clever. It really put this handsome exotically European Adonis in a new light. He honestly gave me himbo vibes the first time I met him but he clearly had some business acumen. In fact, when he began brewing up a cocktail from behind the bar, it was clear he had a myriad of talents.

There was one big hole in his scheme.

“You just said Grimmwood isn't a place that people would want to stay in," he said. “How are you even attracting people to buy your houses let alone make enough of a profit to build this place?"

His grin grew broader as he pushed a bright green drink across the bar to me in a martini glass. “By using a model that's rarely seen in the Continental US. Rent-to-own!"

I cocked my head to the side. “Huh?"

It was a lot like car leases that would eventually transform into a loan at the end of the lease itself. Potential tenants would move into the home and pay an admittedly higher rent than if they were to just outright rent the property. Part of that, however, would go into buying the home should the tenant want. So in a way, they were paying for the house on a mortgage already. The model did trap the tenants a little as by the time the lease was up, walking away from said lease would mean they'd be forfeiting the money they had provided to buy the house. It incentivized people to either keep the lease going or to buy the house outright at a reduced cost thanks to their prior lease. In that way, Colin could turn a profit quickly to continue his real estate venture and spend his capital on his own home.

It helped that he did a lot of the renovations himself.

“Are you sure you're a firefighter and not a construction worker?" I teased. Not that I preferred one over the other. Both had their appeal and I could definitely see Colin in a hardhat, white undershit and denim jeans.

I took a sip from the offered drink. There wasn't a hint of booze in it but it was delightfully fruity. Green apple was the predominant taste.

Colin laughed and waved away the comment. “I'm the kind of guy that needs to constantly be doing something. I'm fidgety. I don't have a downtime. It can't be small either. I need to be working with my hands. Firefighter is what I put on all the official forms since I go to the station five days a week and lookout for any emergencies. On my days off, though, I go to my properties, do maintenance and work on those that I'm renovating to put on the markets. It's why it took so long for me to actually get out of Diesel's hair! I could only work on this place on my days off!"

“Well you did an amazing job," I said, casting my gaze around the pool area. “It's an amazing house."

“It's a house that no one else but me will like," replied Colin with a grin. “I mean, having a pool on the second floor of a two-storey home wasn't really recommended but I did it anyway. I sacrificed 80% of my backyard to have it and to make the place as big as it is."

I flicked my ears in his direction. “Why, if you don't mind me asking?" Seeing the confusion on his face, I clarified. “Why'd you make this place so big? You live alone, right?

For the first time, Colin's boisterous and extroverted features became subdued and he glanced away. I recalled that brief glance that Diesel had shot me just as we were about to leave.

“I didn't plan to be alone," he confessed. “Despite Diesel trying to make the town as progressive and welcoming as possible, it's still pretty… conservative. Not outward, mind you, but you could count the number of outwardly gay people on one hand. I tried to make it in Grimmwood by being the 'whole package'. Good job. Stable finances. Decent looks." He lowered his gaze and rubbed the back of his neck. “I was just hoping that maybe having all that will convince some people to look past the fact that I like dick and give me a chance."

Colin suddenly straightened, brandishing his straight-teethed smile at me. “But that's getting depressing!" He began waving his hands between us. “So how does this whole thing work? Do I just suck you off. Do we fuck or…?"

I blinked a few times in surprise and let out a soft chuckle. “That's… a little difficult, I guess. I think we have to play out one of my fantasies and then you have to tell me you want to be turned into a beast and then it happens."

“Okay." Colin slapped the bar. “Turn me into a beast. I want you to make me into a hot, sexy monster like you."

I held my breath, waiting for Anodyne to start glowing and for the mystical powers of my curse to lift us off the ground and start the transformation process. We stared at each other for about half a minute before we both let out the breaths we had been holding.

“Sorry," I apologized. “Guess it doesn't just work that way."

He let out a soft laugh. “Wow… I don't know what's worse. Not getting to turn into a smoking hot terror of testosterone like your or you not finding me hot enough to trigger a fantasy."

I instantly felt bad and held up my paws at him. “No! It's nothing like that! I find you incredibly hot. I mean, I'm pretty sure you have abs that would cut my tongue if I licked them."

Just to prove me right, he pulled up his shirt, showing off his ridiculously cut abs with the faintest whisper of blonde hair tricking up from his crotch seeping into the crevasses. He gave me that typical jock look of sticking out his tongue at me, mouth full open and winking.

Damn that's a turn-on.

A bit of hope entered his eyes when he noticed my cock stirring in its sheath. Again, we stared at each other just waiting for something to happen… When nothing did, he lowered his shirt and leaned forward, catching his chin on both his hands as he rested his elbows on the bar.

“What's it going to take for you to turn me?" he whined.

“I wish I knew," I admitted. “The fantasies just… happen. They're spontaneous and… kind of scary, sometimes." I thought back to how easily it was to just start fucking with Scott or the confidence I displayed when I showed off in front of Barry. Then there was the calmness and intelligence 'mentor-me' had against Ranger or the submissive pup I became when in Diesel's presence.

Nothing was triggering right now.

Not because Colin wasn't hot. He was amazingly attractive. Now that I got to see parts of his flesh, I was incredibly turned on and my quivering dick was a testament to that. My balls were hard at work making more and more cum, ready to shoot but there just wasn't that… inescapable gravity that dragged me into a scenario like before. I could resist and I was in full control of my bodily functions.

“Well, maybe it'll happen later," sighed Colin. “How about we jump into the pool? Ever been in a pool since you changed?"

I confessed that I hadn't and finished off my fruity drink while he went into the master bedroom to get changed. He invited me to slide into the pool and I didn't hesitate to do so.

Something to note: water makes fur much heavier. The moment I slipped beneath the waters, it felt like I had gained half my weight in water. I was grateful that the pool wasn't especially deep because I was sure I would've been pulled under. The water, even when I was resting my rump on the bottom, barely came up to my nipples so I had to consciously dip beneath the waters to wet my head.

It also occurred to me that this was only the second time I had ever gotten wet in my bestial form; the first being when I had showered with Scott. Memories of that hot, spontaneous session stirred my loins again and my balls audibly gurgled. There was certainly a different sensation soaking in water as opposed to being peppered by it and I found this far more relaxing. The picturesque view offered by the second floor added a nice touch too. With Grimmwood not being an awfully big town, the suburb's limits faded quickly into the rolling hills of the surrounding plains before being consumed by the forest.

On some level I could genuinely see settling down in this town. Surrounded by men that would take care of me, affectionately cuddle me in luxury homes like this. Sequestered away from the rest of the world. A little piece of Eden that was perfect in its own right and untainted by the rest of the world's problems. Politics, corporate greed, wanton ambition and war would be left at the town's borders and everyone would just become sexy men that fucked day and night.

That would be a life, for sure.

Then that little bastard called self-doubt crept back in; that voice that had been pestering me up until this point that would sometimes masquerade as my unappeasable father, my judgmental older brother or my overachieving eldest brother.

'Would that be my life?' it asked.

Just like that, a light switch flicked on somewhere in my head; a piercing light through the haze of hypnosis that had been lulling me into a sense of contentment. A beautiful, tempting dream that had originated from one man: Sheriff Diesel Cooke.

“Holy shit…" I whispered.

“Duke?" asked Anodyne. “Is everything alright?"

I looked at the tattoo that had crawled over to my right hand. “Yeah…" I nodded more firmly. “Yeah. Feels like I just woke up from a dream." I ran a paw over my face, the cool waters and the light sting of chlorine burning my eyes. “Fuck… I was under… deep under."

“You're back!" exclaimed the construct, doing a few swirls over my forearm. “I was worried it wouldn't work."

I peeked at him from between my fingers. “What wouldn't work?"

“It was a gamble. I had hoped that if you were exposed to another human in isolation, a different fantasy would trigger that would pull you out of the trance that Diesel seemed to have put you under."

I let out a short laughed and gently petted my forearm as if I was stroking the construct. “I don't know if it worked because of that or just being away from Diesel is what did the trick but I appreciate it nonetheless." I let myself sink a little more into the pool. “Fuck me… I had spent so much of my teenage years dreaming about hypnotizing my bullies or those bigger than me into becoming my sex slaves that I never considered how terrifying it was. I mean, I was wholly convinced I was going to stay here, live the rest of my life out as a beast converting people and as Diesel's pup. Don't get me wrong, that's incredibly hot on some level but to have it forced upon me by two simple words…"

I shook my head. “Fuck me… I was both terrified and wanted it at the same time."

“What freed you, do you think?"

That bought a laugh from me. “Honestly? I think it was my crippling self-doubt."

“Come again?"

Explaining how, regardless of whatever I did, my upbringing constantly threw shades of doubt into my efforts was both embarrassing and a little enlightening. Therapy had never been an option. It would've been considered a sign of weakness that my family would no doubt have swarmed on. So I stewed with confidence issues that made me question anything and everything I ever did. That included the decision to stay here and be Diesel's pup.

“In the end, I began questioning whether or not I deserved to be happy," I chuckled darkly. “And the inevitable answer was 'no'."

“Are you channeling me right now?" came Colin's bright tone immediately making me sit back up, my blue fur dripping with water. “Is that how this transformation thing works?"

He strode in wearing a shockingly tight pink speedo that did nothing to hide the bulge that he was sporting. Clearly that was intended. Now that I got to see his entire form, I was privy to all the effort and time he put into crafting this image of the perfect man that could be married despite any other societal barriers. It also shone a light into his own insecurities.

Every part of his clean, porcelain form was cut and symmetrical. He had to have less than 10% body fat. Maybe even less than 5%. The dude was cut. I had a little preview with his abs but this was nothing compared to the rest of his body. The striations on his plump pectorals were clear for all to see even without flexing. There was a network of strong veins crawling up his arms and around his legs. When he showed off his back as he slipped into the pool in front of me, I swear I could get lost in the valleys and hills that sprang up from his spine. Apart from his hair, every inch of him was cleanly shaved and almost impossibly smooth.

Colin wasn't a supermodel. He was a living anatomical model.

“Holy crap, dude," I barked inadvertently. “You look smoking hot! How is the water not turning immediately to steam when you touch it?"

He let out a nervous, cute little laugh and sank beneath the surface, wetting his hair. When he came back out, it was like watching a shampoo commercial. His skin glistened like it was made of diamonds, his hair was slicked back; woven streams of gold. Every inch of his taut, muscled body was only highlighted further by his smooth and easy movements.

My balls ached and gurgled. Thankfully it was under the water so you couldn't actually hear it. I did have to spread my legs a little wider because I could feel my erection rapidly rising.

“Have you thought about being a stripper?" I blurted.

He gave that short laughed again and swam towards me, keeping a respectful distance but well within arm's reach.

“To be honest, if things didn't work out here, I was thinking of going down to Vegas or something. Be a dancer."

“Seriously?" I asked. “I think you'd make a killing."

“Yeah but I'd like to actually have a job and a living when I'm forty." He leaned back, sprawling his arms out on either side of him. “I could imagine leaving Grimmwood and just managing all my properties from a distance while I lived it up down south or something." He gave me a slight grin. “But I haven't quite given up on my dreams just yet." He reached over and gave my forearm a little squeeze. “My self-doubt isn't so crippling that I question everything I do."

That made me roll my eyes away from him. “Look. I don't doubt everything I do. It just so happens that sometimes I start questioning whether or not I deserve happiness. I guess it's a little bit of Impostor Syndrome in there." I let out a snort, shooting a bit of water out of my nostrils in the process. “Honestly, if it weren't for that constant questioning, I don't think I would've broken free of my little hypnotism fetish."

“Your what?"

I glanced at him from the corner of my vision, momentarily confused when I realized he wasn't aware that Diesel had put me under.

“Remember how I said that people around me are compelled to play out some of my fantasies?" He nodded in response. “Well, the fantasy that Diesel was fortunate enough to draw on was my fantasy of hypnotizing other much bigger, beefier guys into being my sex slave."

Colin beamed brightly at me. “No shit! So you were…?"

“Yep," I said miserably.

“And he…?"

“Uh-huh."

He slapped the surface of the water playfully. “That's hilarious! Dude! That's like the ultimate karmic retribution right there!" Colin lightly punched my shoulder. “That's what you get for trying to trick people into sleeping with you! Let alone turning them into your mindless fuck slaves."

“Yeah, yeah," I groaned. “Not going to lie, I've had fantasies on both ends. Being the one doing the hypnotizing and being the victim of hypnosis." I glanced off into the distance, out of the tinted windows and into the wilderness of Grimmwood. “Sometimes I kind of wish I could just switch off my brain and just hand my life to someone else." I gave him a bitter smile while tapping the side of my head. “But if weren't for that nagging sensation that is my subconscious, I probably wouldn't have broken free."

“Sounds like you have a difficult time wrestling with your own desires." Colin suddenly turned around, facing the edge of the pool. “Here's what I do when I need to calm down and think straight." He pressed one hand against the edge of the pool and the other behind his back. Leaning down, he performed a single-arm push-up against the edge. With the water, it was much easier but he was able to easily pull off seven of those before switching arms. After exercising each arms, he did the same with both arms. Every motion put every muscle on his body on display. Even with minimal strain thanks to being partially submerged, I enjoyed the sight of the veins along his arms being pumped and the muscles beneath his taut skin growing slightly bigger.

My balls agreed. I swear, I could feel them expanding with cum and I shuffled a little uncomfortably under the water. Out of sheer instinct, I placed my huge paws over my crotch to hide my growing erection. That only served to cause my dick to grow even harder, defiantly trying to pierce the surface despite me pushing it back down.

Once he was done, he clapped his hands and rested back against the pool.

“Twenty-ones!" he exclaimed. “You break down an exercise into half. Do seven reps of one half, seven reps of the other and then seven reps of the full exercise. Gets the blood going somewhere else and helps you focus!"

“Really?" I asked, trying to act calm and casual despite my growing canine manhood. “You want me to break out into exercise any time I start getting horny?" I snorted. “I'll be like one of those memes where they I'll be ridiculously huge."

“You might as well earn that bulk, right?"

Those words cut deep. As much as this beastly body was admittedly the body of my dreams - fur and all - I didn't really earn it. The curse gave it to me and it was because I had fucked up the initial ritual. How I had even managed to maneuverer in this body was a total mystery. Maintaining it was an entirely different issue. Going back to my old habit of eating cheap takeaway food and never exercising could very well cause all this delicious muscle to wither away into nothing. I'd be my little, skinny, scrawny self again only with fur.

“Maybe I should start learning how to actually work out and maintain this body…" I mumbled.

“Gunnar can help with that," Colin supplied. “If you couldn't tell, he's really likes to work out."

That made me laugh and I nudged him with my elbow. “Yeah. He's definitely very hot. I can see why you like him."

Something I learned is that when Colin Dahl blushes, his whole body blushes. Every inch of his soft, white skin starts to turn red which is even more evident given he was only in that pink speedo of his.

“I like him for more than his looks," admitted Colin. “He was one year ahead of me when we were in school. He was pretty big even then. Diesel got to him sooner than me. The sheriff got him to look after me while he couldn't. Gunnar got me into fitness and… I guess that kind of kicked off things."

“Why don't you just tell him how you feel?" I asked.

“Why didn't you just come out and tell us you were cursed?" he answered with a sly smirk.

I deflated a little even as that cute, puckish smile of his triggered another loud gurgling from my balls. I was now struggling to keep the beast of my cock from under the water. “Touché."

He noticed my member and reached down, grabbing the paw that was desperately holding down my member. “Come on, man. You've been walking around in nothing but your fur all day. You know I'm gay. I'm not going to judge you for your dick."

That brought a sigh from my lips. “I guess we're both still deep in the closet."

“Yeah," he mused softly. “Feels like to be able to talk about this stuff with someone else." He gently pulled my paw from my cock. “Seriously though. Let me see what a monster's cock looks like."

I didn't stop him from what he was doing. Like a submarine rising from beneath the ocean waves, my dick sprang up from beneath the relatively still waters of the pool in all of its canine glory. Colin's lips parted open in shock.

“Holy shit… Is that thing real?"

“Sometimes I ask myself the same thing," I mumbled. “You want to touch it?"

He just nodded and reached out, hands quivering a little until he grasped my cock in both hands. I shuddered beneath his touch. I wasn't sure if this was part of another fantasy or not but I couldn't deny that the touch of another human on my dick was absolute heaven.

“I turn you on, huh?" he teased swimming in front of me while keeping his hands on my dick.

“I told you already. You're smoking hot."

“And I told you how to deal with your arousal and focus. Twenty-ones." A mischievous look crossed his exotic, European features. “I'll show you again. Right hand…"

His left hand drifted away from my erect member. Before I could protest, he was running his fingers up and down my vascular cock, stroking it from base to tip in long, sensual strokes that were firm but not painful. Long drips of precum were bursting from the tip like a fountain, mixing with the pool's waters.

“One," he counted after finishing a lap to my tip. “Two… Three… Four…"

I groaned and rolled my head back. This masked the even louder gurgling noises that came from my balls. My legs were forced further apart as my testicles stored more of my cum, stretching the flesh and fur. In retrospect, I should've suspected something was wrong at that point but I became far too enamored by Colin's masterful strokes that my mind was rapidly being consumed by wanton lust.

“… Five… Six… Seven!" His right hand drifted away, leaving me with a churning longing. An eternity passed before his other hand drifted to my dick, his fingers sliding into the little flap of my sheath before he began stroking again.

“One…" he began.

“Oooooh fuuuuuck…" I moaned, bucking my hips. Again, there was that churning from my balls and I swear I could feel the furry sacks gliding down my quads, nearly kissing my knees. Each of his strokes caused the organs to swell, the pressure of storing up all that cum pushing against the limits of my cock which remained at its immense 18-inches of length. I couldn't compare sizes because at that point, my vision was starting to blur.

“… Two… Three… Four… Five…!" He stopped for a second. “Wait… The fuck is this…?"

A barely coherent, “Huh?" left my lips. Then his hands found purchase on my sack and he gasped.

“Dude! Did your balls just swell up!?"

“Please…" I begged, shutting my eyes. “Don't stop… I need… I need to cum so badly!"

“Oh fuck… This is one of your fantasies, isn't it?" he said excitedly. “Which one is it? Do you swell up to be an immobile mass of cock and balls?"

I could only let out another pleading moan.

“Alright, alright. Where were we…? Six…"

He gave another stroke and my balls grew past my knees. They were starting to breach the surface and Colin had to reach over the furry cushions to reach my cock. Just as well because the moment he hit 'seven', he was basically floating on them.

“Both hands now!" he announced excitedly. “One!"

My claws were out and they dug into the tiles around me. The pressure was building and I could feel myself about to cum.

“Two!"

“God," I whined. “Please… make me cum…!"

Colin's hot, firm body was pressed up against my balls. I could feel the silhouette of his form against my sack. Moreover, his own erection through that speedo was prominently pressed up against my own balls.

“Three!"

“I need to cum, Colin…! My balls are so swollen!"

I thrust my hips into the air and I wasn't alone. He was panting and he was grinding into my still growing balls.

“Four!"

“Fuuuuuuuck…!"

I wanted to cum. I needed to cum. There was so much pressure that I felt like I was going to explode. Precum was jetting out of my cock like a fountain yet for some reason, I still couldn't orgasm.

“Five!"

“Colin! Please! Fuck…!"

In the back of my mind, I knew this was the curse forcing me to play to someone else's timeline. I wasn't going to cum until he reached seven. Damn physics and damn what I wanted. Colin wanted to be bathed in my cum the moment he hit seven and that was what he was going to get.

“Six!"

“Oh God… Oh God… here it coooomes…!"

I swear, he was making every count longer than the last. He even angled my cock towards him, having to lunge forward and grip the base of my dick before letting himself slid back along my balls until he reached the tip. My cum came shooting out of my balls, following the moving dam that was his hands up until the end.

“Seven!"

“FUCKING HELL!" I roared.

Colin Dahl, the fireman, was used to wrestling with firehoses that could shoot water out at incredible pressures but I don't think he was ready for me. My cum came shooting out with so much force that he was pushed clean off my swollen, beach-ball-sized testicles and hurled back to the middle of the pool. His gurgles and cries of shock were drowned out by the sound of an absolute rainstorm of cum exploding from my dick with enough force that I was forced back against the edge of the pool, even cracking the tiles a little.

Over powerful gush of cum was the overwhelming sensation of relief and warmth. I actually had to take a deep breath even as I was shooting seed out. My balls visibly began to shrink, all the cum in them being poured out of my cock in a continuous stream to make waterfalls blush. Forget about how flesh and fur would stretch or even how anatomically impossible such a thing was, my balls had basically become puffer fish of cum that was just now releasing all the water it had stored.

The temperature of the water began to rise and it was only after a few more seconds of feeling the warmth wrapping around my waist that I realized my cum had started to ooze in around me. My vision began to return and through one opened eye, I noticed how the clear, blue waters had now turned a milky white with a substantial surface of white goo pooling around both me and Colin.

I heaved, puffed and huffed as the last drops of cum shot out of my cock. An intense weariness threatened to crash into me but I fought through it. Somehow, I managed to extract myself from the pool's edge and paddle out to where I saw Colin gasping and splashing. He was completely covered in cum. I would've laughed at the sheer ridiculousness of it if he wasn't blinded by the seed and couldn't see where he was swimming.

I grabbed him gently and guided him to the pools edge. There, he waded out, coating his legs with my seed as he did so. He wiped his face free of my seed and let out a loud laugh.

“Holy shit, dude!" he cried. “I've fought some wild hoses before but that was fucking wild."

I gave him a weary smile. “Glad you enjoyed it but…"

“But…?"

I watched as his flesh quivered beneath the layer of my seed. No doubt about it. He was growing even if he wasn't noticing it. His pecs shook a few times before stretching out further. His abdominals went from a wonderful six-pack to a chiseled eight. Shoulders that were already firm and beautifully scalloped ballooned into bowling balls and his arms swelled to match. Quads that were already so lean and mean grew, causing his speedo to shrink further against his waist until it looked more like a G-string.

Snap!

Scratch that, it was completely gone.

He glanced down in shock as his naturally large eight-inch cock sprang up to an impressive eleven.

“Oh shit…" he breathed.

?

To say that Colin was excited about his transformation was an understatement.

We both got cleaned up in the showers - him first and then me. After I had finished, I found him flexing at himself in front of the mirror. Where before he had appeared to be a sexy model right out of an Abercombie and Fitch catalog, now he looked like a beefy personal trainer or an amateur bodybuilder. That he was flexing naked did nothing for my own arousal either.

“What kind of beast do you think I'll be?" he asked, flexing his arms in a amazing double-bicep pose.

I moved in behind him, flexing my own arms to show him how much more to go. “I don't know but whatever you turn into, you're going to be fucking hot." I lowered my arms, wrapping my paws around his waist and then playfully nipping at his ear with my fangs. “You were already sizzling before the transformation. Afterwards…? Hell, I can't wait."

To prove the point, I rubbed my rising cock against the small of his back.

He chuckled and gently pushed me away. “Come on, man. Stow it for a second. If I end up being transformed first, Diesel is going to be jealous. Gunnar is going to be even more pissed."

All good points but I was hesitant to return to Diesel given his power over me. But something we had discussed previously gave me the inspiration I needed to confront Diesel.

“You're right," I said, stepping away. “I hope he's cooled down Gunnar so he and I can have a good talk."

Colin agreed and then moved to his bedroom to get dressed. Naturally, anything he wore wouldn't fit him anymore. Thankfully, he had gotten much larger fireman uniforms one year when he and Gunnar decided to go as one another for Halloween. That they fit snugly spoke volumes about his growth. Then again, he did have an extra foot on the Asian-American EMT.

Once he was dressed and I spent the next hour trying to dry my fur with a hairdryer - don't let anyone else tell you otherwise, drying fur takes a long time especially when you've got eight-feet of muscled beast to go over. Colin mentioned that he probably would have to really clean up the pool now given our activities but he was certainly excited to see where we'd do it next.

After a quick lunch and lots of water for me to drink, Diesel called. He finally managed to calm down Gunnar enough to convince Gunnar to take me tomorrow into his place for us to get to know one another and begin the transformation. I didn't ask how he managed this but that was enough for us. It was time to go back to the Sheriff.

We squeezed back into Colin's convertible and began the short drive back.

As we waited for the garage door to open, Colin asked, “Any idea what fantasy we were playing out?"

“Off the top my head?" I said. “My hyper-cock and hyper-balls fantasy." Blushing beneath my blue fur, I said, “I'm Asian and you know the stereotype…"

“That Asians have small cocks?" Colin rolled his eyes. “So you overcompensated by having fantasies of having impossibly large genitals? You're lucky we were in a pool because you would've broken my floor with your balls!"

“I know, I know," I rumbled, waving away his half-jokes and criticisms. “We wouldn't be in this mess if I was emotionally mature or well-adjusted." A miserable, self-depreciating sigh left my lips. “It took me a long time to realized that th size of one's dick doesn't really matter. Everyone gets off on their own thing. I've seen people jerking it to cock shrinkage and micropenises and there's nothing wrong with that. I guess it's just so common to look at pornstars, consume art and read media online with enormous, world-shattering cocks that to have anything else is emasculating."

I waved a paw through the air. “But that's my insecurities. I'll battle those demons when I get to them." I threw him a suspicious stare. “Why are you taking all of this so well? Most guys won't be opposed to gaining fifty pounds of muscle and three inches on their cock but you're… you're taking this too well."

The garage door opened and he reversed out of the garage, taking it nice and slow. “I guess I've just been stuck in the same loop for god-knows-for-how-long. Trying to impress a guy that's never going to be interested and just hoping for something to change. A chance for us to be together. The fact that you came along and could very well be Gunnar's sexual awakening might just be that chance."

“You realize that gay conversion therapy can be taken both ways, right? It's just equally as wrong to brainwash another guy into being gay." I gestured at myself. “You told me as such when you found out that Diesel inadvertently hypnotized me."

He laughed bitterly. “I know. Makes me a fucking hypocrite. But I've been in love with Gunnar since high school. I honestly don't care if your curse turns me into a woman. I just want him to love me too."

“You realize you're never going to get him to love you if you don't love yourself." I gestured at him. “All this might not even be necessary. Have you just told him how you feel?"

Colin shook his head miserably. “All the stories and romcoms could've been solved if the lovelorn protagonists just talked to one another. But there's a reason that trope still holds value today. Talking is hard. It's easier to live in this purgatory than to have positive confirmation that I'll never have a chance." He gave me a sidelong glance and a sad smile. “And, worst case, if I can't be with him then it looks like I'll have a good chance at living in a place that'll at least be more accepting of who I really am."

It was so sad that we lived in a world that still treated gay men with such stigma. That men would be afraid to be who they are because they felt that they couldn't be accepted.

“That's just fucked," I grumbled.

“It is. But that's Grimmwood." He turned that smile into his puckish one and nudged me with an elbow. “But you're going to change that, right?"

I didn't have the heart to tell him that the scheme to slowly transform Grimmwood had all been part of Anodyne's ploy to get me to break free of Diesel's grip. It left a acidic pit in my stomach. How would I go back to the sheriff and tell him that everything I had said had been under the dark influence of one of my fantasies? That all the work he had put into convincing Gunnar and accepting his new role as the shepherd for this town was because I was too stupid to realize what was happening and fell into my own trap?

“Change is coming," I confirmed. Then I shot him a quick look. “Don't corrupt that."

“Isn't that your job?"

Goddamnit. That comeback made me let out my annoying snorting laugh.

“You know if things don't work out here, why don't you come over to Alaska?" I suggested. “I'd love to introduce my friends to my totally hot fireman boyfriend one day."

“You think you'll be strong enough to admit that to your friends and family?"

I turned towards him and offered him my paw. “I'll make you a deal. Confess your love to Gunnar and I'll tell my friends and family I'm gay the next time I see them."

The car stopped just in time for Colin to seize my paw and give it a shake.

“Deal."

It was just idle conversation. A promise made into the wind with no expectation or obligation to see it fulfilled. But as my fingers completely consumed his, I saw a future where he I walked into a family gathering, hand-in-hand with Colin and proudly announced that he was my boyfriend before making hot, dirty love all over the dinner table right in front of everyone. Silly, I know, but if there was something I had learned on this journey it was that every fantasy had a kernel of truth within them.

On some level, being out and proud like that would be amazing.

“Alright," I said, pulling my fingers from around his hand. “I better get in there and confront the sheriff before I fall in love with you."

He snapped his fingers. “Damn," he playfully cursed. “I better up my game."

“If you're going to woo Mr. Too-Macho-To-Be-Gay, you better," I answered. Colin had parked the car close enough to the driveway that a simple honk of the horn alerted Diesel to our presence. The roller doors of the garage opened and I quickly got out of the convertible and rushed inside before any of the neighbors could catch the big, blue beast running into the sheriff's home.

Once inside, I detected the smell of something spicy and sweet at the same time.

“You're home!" greeted Diesel who was once again in the kitchen cooking up something for me.

The pull of another fantasy was a little more evident here. The haze over my mind was starting to creep in. I swear my vision started blurring around the edges with a rosy pink cloud surrounding the portly sheriff. Thankfully, I had a weapon against this.

Even if it was a terrible one.

Hello overly critical self-analysis and crippling self-doubt!

“How was your time with Colin?" he asked, beaming from underneath his mustache.

“Pretty good," I responded casually. “I triggered my curse with him."

“That's great!" exclaimed Diesel. “What happened?"

“My balls inflated to the size of beach balls and I filled his entire pool with my cum. He practically bathed in it and he grew." I scratched the side of my cheek. “To be honest, it made me seriously reconsider my hyper-fetishes… or my cum-bathing one."

Seriously, the clean-up after the mess I made took ages even if the automated filters that Colin had for his pool. That was all that water completely and utterly useless. Chlorine couldn't just be poured into that shit to get rid or disinfect it. He would have to purge the pool, all the pipes leading up to it and refill it again. Just imagine what spilling that much cum on the floorboards would be… or godforbid… carpet. Fun is fun but if the cleanup afterwards ruins the resale value of the house or furniture, you seriously need to reconsider your priorities.

“I'm not up-to-date with the current slang of today," admitted Diesel, scratching his chin. “What is… 'hyper' and is 'cum-bathing' what I think it is?"

Oh you poor, innocent teddy bear.

How I will fill your head with so much smut.

“How long until you finish cooking?" I asked.

Confused by the sudden change of subject, he glanced over his shoulder briefly. “About fifteen minutes. Why?"

“I've already eaten so point me to your computer. I'm going to blow you."

His brow creased in confusion as he gingerly led me to his study. “You mean you'll blow my mind?"

“I know what I said."

Just being close to him began triggering the strong hypnotic befuddlement that would turn me into a bouncing little puppy. But I purposefully gave ground to the strong negative forces of my upbringing to burn through that fog and keep me on track. Questions like, 'Are you even good enough to give him a blowjob?' or 'What makes you so confident he even wants to bed you?' were quickly followed up by comments of 'You're such a slut after partially turning Colin and now bouncing to Diesel' and 'What would your mother say?'

I've never been so grateful for my dad's voice in my head or the childhood trauma he and my brothers slapped on me.

As expected, Diesel's study was filled with photographs of countless people he had helped. He opened the ancient laptop that he used and left me alone to finish his lunch. The moment he was gone, the haze of his hypnotic power was gone. The voices of my family soon became a cacophony of screeching harpies. Those I was skilled enough to silence. Been doing that for most of my adult life.

Now it was time to focus on the task at hand.

“You know you don't have to continue with the plan to turn everyone in town, right?" said Anodyne, curling up to my forearms so I could see him as I typed. “That was just something I tricked you into doing so that you would be forced to spend time with Colin or Gunnar and hopefully shift you to another fantasy."

“I know." I continued tapping away. “But think of it another way. How are any of them going to live as beasts in this town?"

“Assuming you actually turn them into beasts. You could stop right now."

I shook my head as I opened website after website. It was a little depressing that I knew the URLs of some of the sites that catered to specific fetishes off by heart. Then again, considered Diesel's very vanilla lifestyle, looking for 'hyper cock' might bring up literal pictures of large roosters.

“We still have to worry about how I will get around as I am especially if we're going to go somewhere that's heavily populated like San Fransisco. I need to turn back into a human."

The construct relented. “That's true, I suppose. So long as you don't feel guilt about effectively transforming an entire town into male beasts like yourself."

“Sounds like a paradise to me," I said, sitting back to examine my work. “Besides, this might just prove one of your theories."

“That if you fully transform a person into a beast, you revert into a human as well. I know. We have two volunteers as well. It is an opportunity too good to pass up. Just as long as you do not fret over their futures or the consequences of your actions, you will be fine."

I let out a bitter laugh as my keen, lupine ears picked up Diesel approaching the study. “If there's anything I've learned, Dyne, it's that I know I'll freak out about everything I do. It's inevitable. I'll move on from it. I'll suppress it. Hell, it gives me the power to resist Diesel's power over me."

“What…?"

There was no time to clarify as the door to the study opened. Anodyne quickly slithered back up to my bicep as the sheriff poked his head in.

“You sure you don't want any lunch?" asked the white-haired man with the pure black mustache. “I made Mongolian-style beef and fried rice."

Ignoring the fact that he was cooking Asian meals for the Asian-American beast, I waved him over. “In a bit. First let me show you the shit I'm into."

Diesel let out a hearty laugh and padded over confidently. “Trust me, Duke, I've been in this job for a while. I've seen what the kids are into. Nothing surprises…"

His features immediately dropped when he rounded the big table and peered at his screen. I swear, the edges of his mustache actually fell as he frowned.

“Good lord!" he exclaimed. “How big is that man's penis!? And… is that…?"

“Yep," I said bluntly.

“Are… are they…?"

“Yep." I reached for the mouse and shifted to another website. “Now you know what 'hyper' is. Let me introduce you to a little thing called 'cum-bathing' or as some may conceivably perform it in reality, 'bukkake'."

I swear, Diesel's features paled. Not because he was horrified but because the blood was draining towards his crotch. I could see that fat hog of his fattening up. Good to know what he's into. Noting as well that the sites I went to were catered for gay men. There might be something into Anodyne's theory that some of my homosexuality was rubbing off of these guys.

“How…?" he breathed.

“Lots of fluids and patience." I switched to another site. “Now here is probably one of the fantasies that I developed pretty early on."

I let him read titles.

“Hypnosis?"

“Yup," I said, letting the voices of my family drive me forward. “You saw me when I was human. I wasn't impressive. When I was a teenager, I was pretty damn scrawny and was picked on a lot in high school. Apart from my werewolf fantasies, I dreamed of hypnotizing all the big jocks that ever made me feel small and weak and turning the tables on them. Make them worship me or protect me instead of bully me." I saw his incredulous and horrified look from the corner of my eye.

“As time went on," I continued, “hormones mixed with these fantasies. I started dreaming about hypnotizing my bullies and having them suck my dick, worship me in different kind of way. Sometimes I'd even dream of turning them into completely brainless muscle studs who would only workout and get bigger at my pleasure."

A bitter laugh left my muzzle. “There was this one bully, Allen Carter. He was a huge kid. Over six feet tall but kind of chunky. Played a linebacker in high school and college. He was good at it but he threw me around like an old jockstrap. He picked on me all the time. I used to fantasize about hypnotizing him and then making him work out to the point that he turned that beer gut into slabs of pure muscle. He'd be a ripped bodybuilder that owed his focus and nutrition to me. I'd turn his life around and he would pleasure me sexually in bed."

Thinking about it now, that fantasy was so juvenile. Where was the real muscle growth? Where was the dirty, filthy sex? Where was the compulsion to pull others under my sway that made it even hotter somehow?

I didn't admit to Diesel that those fantasies eventually would develop into the reversal of the roles. Sometimes I'd imagine Allen or one of my other bullies turning the tables on me and turning me into one of them. They'd use me as their cum dump as I'd be totally devoted to them. I'd be the biggest guy in their group but also the most submissive.

That was another fantasy for another time.

Diesel straightened and clapped my shoulder. “I gotta admit. I wus not prepared fer any of that." He adjusted himself. I wasn't sure if he did it unconsciously or to subtly tell me that he sort of approved. Either way, there was a little tingle in me knowing that I had done something to make him happy.

Uh-oh… Call in the Family Guard!

Self-doubt manifested itself in the shape of my father who interrogated me on my choice of websites.

'4Chan!? Really? You know bara.chan is much better! Shame on you!'

That did it.

He'd never know any of that but the bitterness of it got through to my lust-addled, puppy-brain.

“Hypnosis is actually something I wanted to talk to you about," I confessed. “See, when I gave you your first blowjob and began changing you, we were actually enacting one of my fantasies. My… hypnosis fantasy."

He recoiled but, to his credit, never took his hand off my shoulder. “What? You were hypnotizing me?"

“Other way around, sheriff."

That made him frown deeper, the wrinkles around his eyes growing deeper. “What? But I dun know nothin' 'bout hypnosis."

“Didn't really have to. My fantasies kind of just worked their way into your system. Whenever you called me a 'Good boy', I found myself being drawn and deeper into a sort of semi-conscious state where all I wanted to do was please you."

I saw his mouth move, ready to repeat those words but I immediately wrapped my paw over his lips to prevent those two, magical words from coming out.

“In fact, the whole thing about turning everyone in this town into beasts was just a twisted suggestion that came from the inevitable knowledge you'll become a beast and I needed to make sure you were safe. I would do anything for you in that state and knowing how much you love this town and its people, I had to do everything in my power to make sure you didn't lose that."

He mumbled a few words but I kept my paw clamped around the lower part of his jaw.

“Before you decide on anything, I need you to focus. Don't think about your aching cock. Don't even think about what's good for me. Think about you." I lifted a finger at him. “You don't have to become a beast. I've got this theory that I will only turn back into a human if I turn someone else into a beast. I guess I kind of 'steal' their human form in a weirdly hot way. I've already started on Colin… maybe inadvertently but he's more willing and there aren't any lies between us. I've just told you the truth about the fantasy behind your transformation."

I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. This was strangely harder than I had expected. Was it because Diesel was the dad I never had and I didn't want him disappointed in me for lying to him? Was it because I didn't want to leave him on bad terms? Or was it because there was a good chance he would end up siding with Gunnar and call me a sexual predator?

“I know you want to help me. I'm going to tell you that you do not have to help me at the risk of the life you've built here. I know what's been going on between Colin and Gunnar. Colin already wants to be a beast. I'm sure he can take care of himself. Hell, he wants a new start if things don't work out with Gunnar. So if you don't want to be a beast, you don't have to. But if you do, you know the two words you have to say."

Only then did I peel my fingers away from him.

Diesel gave me a hard look. Then he slowly sat on the edge of his table and was still; like when I first confessed to him about my situation two mornings ago. He was silent for a long, agonizing moment leaving me crouched in front of his laptop - unable to sit down on the chair that would've collapsed under my weight - struggling against the hypnotic power his mere presence had over me.

After an eternity, he spoke.

“I really wasn't ready fer that," he confessed, letting out a little chuckle. “Knowin' I had that kinda power over ya… well… it's kinda flatterin' to be honest. Still, it ain't that surprisin'. I'm the sheriff in this here town. I'm kinda the law. People do whatever I tell 'em to do an' the do it." He let out a deep guffaw. “Dunno if yer powers picked up on th' irony o' that or sumthin' but I guess I get it."

He reached over and gently cupped my cheek. “But ya gotta know, I this ain't a one-sided deal. I ain't helpin' ya jus' cuz ya need it or I want ya outta my town or nuthin'. I'm getting sumthin' outta this too."

I frowned at him. “You are?"

He nodded sagely. “Grimmwood ain't gonna last, Duke. It's dyin'. No matter what folks like Colin do ta bring more people in, th' big cities are drawin' people away. Pretty soon, it ain't even gonna be here no more. Ev'n now, there ain't a new generation fer me to inspire or guide like I did with Colin or Gunnar. Everyone's agin' or all the kids 'ave moved out. But that dream ya gave me? That one 'bout turnin' e'vryone inta beasts an' making sure they're all comfortable with who they are? That's somethin' that really got me excited. Ya gave me purpose again. Ya gave me time an' a goal. That's sumthin' I've really needed. I get ta start again."

He leaned forward, his lips gently kissing my forehead.

“An' fer that, I have ya to thank."

Then his lips gravitated towards my ear, my eyes widening.

“You're such a good boy."

And just like that, my family's voices faded off into the void and I let out a long, lusty moan. Before I knew what was happening, my muzzle was buried in his crotch, nuzzling his erect penis through those tight, tan slacks of his and doing whatever I can to bring a pleasant reaction from him.

His strong scent was dominated by musk, a faintly metallic smell and just a little twinge of leather. It all spoke of authority and one I gladly submitted to. I lapped at his crotch, my wet saliva drowning his pants and cutting the outline of his throbbing cock against the fabric. His big, hairy hand clasped the back of my head and he brutally began fucking my face. There was a newfound strength and dominance in his stance and I absolutely loved it.

The grunts he emitted had undertones of a deep, feral growl. These noises were punctured by the sounds of familiar sound of rustling leaves, breaking branches and grinding rock emanated from his things. Fabric tore along the seams of his pants, splitting wide open to reveal rock-hard muscle with thick veins supplying them pressed against his skin. Those very same thighs squeezed around my head, trapping me against his crotch. That let me smell, taste, see, hear and feel his quads growing around my muzzle.

“Rugh!" he half-growled, half-grunted. “That's it, boy. Be my good boy!"

His feet which were currently encased in a pair of brown socks slowly slipped down my mountains of my back. His heels traveled down my traps, bushed forward by calves that quickly inflated and split his pants wide open. The lip of his sock shrank away from his ankles and got stuck at his heels before his toes burst from the tip of the garment and wiggled free. Thick, white hairs coalesced almost like a pelt all over the back of his feet and calves. Whispers of his pink flesh were still visible beneath that hair - just.

A bulging, pulsing head pressed against my muzzle. I went a little cross-eyes watched in fascination as his fat cock throbbed against my nose. Like watching a flower bloom, his dick pushed up against the tan fabric of his pants and split it right open, causing the zipper to fly open and his thick cut head springing out in by inch. Ballooning balls helped the transformation, forcing his thighs to spread wider and giving him a permanent swaggering gait. I had all of a second to realize that he had completely gone commando before he was shoving his cock down my throat.

“Good," he grunted. “Boy! That's a good boy!"

His words drove me wild. I slobbered and suckled on his cock like it was a lifeline. I gripped his huge thighs, now fully capable of supporting my grip for support and bobbed my head back and forth like a jackhammer. He wasn't quite able to catch up with my pace but strength filled him as age seemed to melt away.

I watched as his pronounced belly bubbled further and further away. What had started out as a muscle gut shrank away into a distinctive roid-gut but didn't stop there as it continued to flatten into a rather impressive but soft six-pack. Nothing as cut as Colin's but still capable of trapping a finger between them. With the added strength to his core, he was able to buck his hips deeper and faster into me, his precum pouring down my throat like a tap.

“That's it!" he grunted. “Good boy! Oh yeah! Just like - ah - that!"

His other hand reached up towards his abs, fingers gliding over them while a lewd grin split across his face. Almost as if reading his mind, his torso stretched upwards. The hem of his shirt rode up just as his already immense pectorals flared out and strained the buttons of his shirt until large diamonds and white hairs were decorating his chest.

Pop! Pop! Pop!

His buttons flew off in a scene that made my already raging cock ache. Once again, I felt myself on the verge of cumming, of needing to cum but I was at the mercy of the fantasy before me. Not that I minded. For once, it seemed my hypnotized self and my true self were in concert as we lovingly ravaged his cock while he gripped the back of my head and fucked my muzzle at the same time.

Youthful vigor entered his both and suddenly, he was out-pacing my bobbing. My eyes rolled up into the back of my head as he took full control. Both his hands gripped my horns and he plowed my muzzle with the ferocity and speed of a woodpecker. Loud tearing erupted from the remnants of his shirt as his traps exploded upwards and swallowed his neck. The moans he let out were deeper more feral.

I could feel him getting close. My dick was already to explode.

Without warning, he suddenly flung me back, forcing me to topple onto the ground. Dazed, I barely got time to get my bearings and the sudden absence of a cock in my muzzle when I felt his foot press against my cock; hard enough to be pleasurable but not hard enough to cause any sort of pain. My eyes refocused and I gazed upon the absolutely beastly - but still human Diesel Cooke - standing over me clutching his fat foot-long cock in his hands and gazing down at me with lust in his eyes.

“What…?" I began.

Then he ran his foot up my cock. One disadvantage to having an 18-inch cock is that's 18-inches of pure runway pleasure. Every inch his bare foot slid up was another second where I was completely paralyzed and writhing with euphoria. My precum was pouring all over my chest just as his was splattering all over my face.

In retrospect, being showered with his juices should have told me what he had planned.

“Now son," he growled at me, “let's give you one of those 'cum-baths' you like so much."

That hand jerking his meat suddenly increased in ferocity.

“Fuck!" he grunted, angling his dick down towards me. “Here I come!"

I opened my muzzle to receive his seed.

He let out a roar. Hot, white daddy cum burst from his cock and sprayed directly into my muzzle. I gobbled as much of it as I could but with the distance and angle, much of it splattered over my face and chest. That was mixed with my own orgasm that momentarily lifted me off the ground but Diesel pushed me back down with his foot. That show of dominance only made me cum harder.

I writhed in pleasure, he growled and grinned, watching as he painted me with his cum. Having such a strong, domineering father-figure above me, pleasuring me in ways no father legally would… fuck, that's do goddamn hot that I'm not even ashamed of it. Tomorrow I will be but fuuuuuck was that hot.

I became so covered in thick cum that even as more and more of it splattered onto my matted fur, I didn't actually feel it. Layers of cum clung to me in such quantities that it formed a sort of 'cum shield' over my body.

The only thing I felt was Diesel's hand wrapping around the back of my head, forcing me to sit up a little and then his lips pressing against mine and his tongue invading my muzzle.

I melted in his arms…

… and in his following words.

“Good boy."

?

I don't know what it was.

Maybe it was because Diesel Cooke had let his dominant side out and it stayed out now or because both halves of the Duke Gray that was playing into this hypnosis fantasy had reconciled in just how hot that last session was but suddenly, I was no longer conflicted. I wasn't under hypnosis. I wasn't some dumb puppy following Diesel around willing to do whatever I could to please him but I knew that part of me could be switched on whenever I wanted.

When he called me a 'good boy' after we both came, I felt that tingle in my body but my mind remained crystal clear. It made me question my fantasies.

We left his study covered in mess for the moment because we were both hungry and needed nourishment. That and Diesel had left the stove on to keep the food warm and as hot as it would have been to get Colin over here to put out a fire and find us making furious love on the floor, we both had more common sense than that.

Barely.

I got the food ready and off the fire while Diesel took a shower and put on some new clothes. He forbade me to clean up. He liked me with his cum on him.

Hot. Very hot.

It was only around three in the afternoon by the time we actually got to sit down and eat. Conversation remained casual and though Diesel did slip into dom-daddy mode every now and then, he consciously avoided calling me a 'good boy'. Whenever he smiled, though, there was a tightness around the corners of his lips that belied some buried some deep concerns.

After we finished and I proceeded to start cleaning up his study - god, it had carpet - and he washed the dishes, I began to wonder what it was that the sheriff was concerned about. My thoughts, however, were interrupted by the doorbell. I was closer to the front door so by instinct, I got up from what I was doing and started moving towards the sound.

“Wait!" Anodyne shouted, freezing me just inches away from seizing the doorknob.

That's when I realized just how colossally stupid opening the door as a big, blue, furry naked monster would be. I backed away slowly, holding my paws up like the door was either about to explore or rob me.

Thankfully, Diesel wasn't too far behind me.

“Who is it?" he asked.

“No idea. Can't really open the door and check."

He slapped my ass for my sass and moved around me to peer through the peephole. A loud sigh escaped his lips and he waved at me to find cover.

“What's wrong?" I asked in a soft whisper just as the doorbell rang again.

“It's my neighbor. Johnathan Prinsky." Diesel moved away from the door just to make sure he couldn't be overheard. “Extremely nosy fella. Wants to know everythin' 'bout everyone. Ain't nuthin' malicious 'bout it. Jus' the guy likes to know everythin'. I think Dr. Price was workin' with 'im 'bout his insecurities. I recommended therapy ta 'im thinkin' he fears everyone is gossipin' 'bout him but considerin' Dr. Price ain't in town no more…"

I slapped my forehead, kicking past me for forgetting about the impact the town therapist's disappearance could have. I shuffled towards the corridor leading to the bedrooms.

“I guess send him away?" I suggested.

“He ain't gonna leave 'til he gets something satisfyin'," rumbled Diesel, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. “Knowin' 'im, he's prolly seen ya."

“Really? We were so careful!"

“Yeah but he's extra nosy. Could've been a spy with how attentive he is. He ain't gonna leave 'til I give 'im some sort of explanation fer ya."

Hy heart was racing while my mind was spinning. What kind of explanation apart from 'cursed kid that will gradually turn everyone around him into homosexual bara men' could be given that would be 'satisfying'? Well, all things considering Jonathan Prinsky would be satisfied but I doubt it would be the the kind of thing he'd be expecting.

I glanced about for some inspiration and caught my reflection on a the glass surface of a nearby picture.

It hit him.

“Tell him I'm a furry."

Diesel gave me an incredulous look. “Yes, you are furry but how's that gonna help us?"

“No. Not that I am furry. That I am a furry." Sometimes I forget how adorably blissful the sheriff is. “Furries are a subculture that like anthropomorphic animals and sometimes even non-animals. Basically anything non-human falls under their category. They go around in bug 'fursuits' which are representative of their 'fursonas' or furry avatars."

His look of incredulity turned into one of utter confusion. “What? Like those baseball mascots?"

“Yeah… sort of. Look, I'll show you Far2Furry another time. Just tell him that you've got a guy that you're helping out like you normally do that's into the furry fandom. Leave it at that."

He inclined his head to the side, eyes narrowing at me. “Are you a furry?"

I ran a paw down my face. “Jesus fucking Christ, Dee. I've been cursed to transform into a reflection of my true desires and am currently an eight-foot, one-tonne bull/wolf/lion hybrid that's composed mostly of muscle with an eighteen-inch dick and blue fur. Of course I'm a furry!"

Never thought I'd confess my fetish for furry porn to a small town cop or with such exasperation and yet, here I am.

An amused smile peeked out from under his mustache giving me time to duck around the corner and perked my ears up.

“Howdy, Johnathan!" exclaimed Diesel. “What can I do fer ya?"

Goddamn that southern accent of his could put me into a coma from blood loss.

“Hi, Sheriff," answered the nosy neighbor. He had a nasally voice that was like someone crossed mosquito's buzz with human vocal chords. Maybe it was my bias to him being a threat to my safety but I immediately hated him. “I hate to be that guy but the neighbors have been talking about the recent number of people who have been coming to your house recently. Not to mention the presence of a particularly large… blue… feline?"

Hybrid you uncultured ass. I'm a hybrid.

“Really now?" Diesel said in a low drawl. “What have they been sayin'?"

“Well," said the neighbor, sounding a little flustered. Clearly he had expected a full confession immediately from the normally straight-forward and honest sheriff. “You don't usually see this much traffic at your place and the presence of this… creature has had some of us questioning the purposes of these… rendezvous."

“I care fer my town, Johnathan so believe me when I say that it ain't anyone else's business who comes ta my door."

Oh. Daddy Diesel is out.

“But if ya must know," supplied the sheriff. “I got a boy here that's a furry. Ya know what a furry is, dontcha Johnathan?"

The man let out an offended sound, half-gasp and half-girlish-cry. “Of course I know what a furry is."

He didn't.

“Well, then ya know that he needs my help. Boy like that came from outta town. Colin and Gunnar know 'im. I'm givin' him a place ta stay 'til he gets back on his feet."

I had to smile at myself at that statement. He wasn't lying. Colin and Gunnar did know who I was but the way he had phrased it made it sound like they had brought me in. I did come out of town but he never said where I came from. And, of course, giving a wandering guy that didn't fit in anywhere was exactly the kind of thing that Sheriff Diesel Cooke would do.

“Oh, that's so nice of you, sheriff," Johnathan said brightly with such a sickly sweet tone that I got diabetes from just hearing it. “You should bring him over to the community center. Introduce him to the rest of the town."

“If ya dinna get from all the secrecy, Johnathan, th' boy is really sensitive 'bout his situation. Nosin' about an' forcin' him ta come out before he's ready is just downright cruel."

The man stammered an excuse and scampered away, apologizing to the sheriff before leaving to his home across the street. I sighed in relief and waited from Diesel to shut the door before emerging from around the corner.

“Is he going to be a problem?" I asked.

“Eventually," grunted Diesel. “People like 'im are gonna make becomin' a beast difficult. But he'll come 'round eventually. God knows he'll get more intimate with e'vryone if we all change."

Another point I need to make.

“You know if I leave, there's a good chance you won't be able to turn everyone, right?" I stated. “I don't know if anyone else but me can turn others."

He let out a short laugh and nodded. “Yeah. I figured. Ya explained it ta me when ya first transformed, remember? I'm gonna be beast 'cuz it give me my youth back an' gives me a purpose again. I'm gonna fight fer my right to stay in my home even if I ain't like everyone else. If the town hates me jus' 'cuz I'm furry an' fuck men, then that's on them an' jus' proves Colin right."

I quirked an eyebrow at him. “You fuck men now?"

He let out a deep growl and reached up behind my head, pulling me down a little until our foreheads were pressed against one another. The savage grin on his face stirred my loins.

“Whatchu think?"

I laughed softly and gently prised myself away from him. “Okay, okay. Fair enough." I regarded him with concern. “But… are you sure you're not taking any unnecessary risks on my account? I mean, I could leave now. You could have that smoking hot body and not be a furry like me…?"

Diesel shook his head in a negative. “Duke, son, it's jus' as I said. I get a chance ta start again. I have a project. Sumthin' ta fight fer." He looked over his shoulder at the door. “Been seeing Grimmwood slowly dyin' over th' past few years. If I gotta be the star attraction ta get it back on th' map or at least get the media off yer tail, then so be it."

My heart instantly melted. The level of thorough thought he had put into this was both astounding and inspirational. He wanted to revive Grimmwood. Being the main draw to the town would certainly attract media attention and maybe even pave the way for me to walk casually amongst people again in my bestial state.

That is what a father was meant to do for his son; to secure a future for his offspring.

He lifted his bushy eyebrows at me. “Are you cryin'?" Without waiting for a response, he grabbed my waist and pulled me into a hug. “Come on, son. It ain't that bad. I'll be fine. Ya jus' need to make sure yer fine."

“I just feel so bad making you go through this," I sobbed softly. “You're the nicest guy I've ever met. In my whole life. I just wish you were actually my dad instead of the asshole that raised me."

Diesel gently pushed me away and waggled a finger in my face. “Now, dun go judgin' yer dad so harshly. Ya only see things from yer point o' view. Ya dun know what he's been goin' through. Chances are, he's been sheildin' ya from others as well."

I wiped away what tears hadn't soaked into my fur. “I guess… Still… Are you sure you're going to be okay?"

Diesel shrugged his huge, broad shoulders and beamed. “Of course I will. If only because I swear that I'll make a place where ya can come back to if ya ever need it."

I laughed softly and took step away from him. Any longer and I would've hugged him and never let go. “Fuck me… You better get fiber internet here or I'll never survive." I flashed him a grin. “Speaking of which, let me introduce you to the premiere furry fandom website, Far2Furry. If you're going to be anything like me, you'll need to catch up on the fandom."

We went back to his office and I sat him down on his seat. Navigating to Far2Furry was easy. I had memorized the URL back when I was still in my early teenage years and clicking that 'confirm if you are over 18' check box. Everyone did it. Don't lie. We did have to make an account to actually see the explicit stuff, something he wasn't opposed to. Even though I will be the first to admit that there was clearly some of my sexual preferences bleeding into those around me, it was kind of wholesome to open people's minds to new things.

I had to introduce Diesel to the fandom gently. There was a lot of things I'm into that would shock him so I made sure to test the waters before plunging in deep. By that I mean I watched his dick stiffen up when I exposed him to muscled men and muscle growth in particular. I noted with some curiosity that he was equally interested in the scenes with women even if they made me squelch. At the very least, he was bisexual.

When I was confident that he had swam through the deep abyss that was the furry fandom long enough to be comfortable in our corruptive darkness, I patted his shoulder and told him that it was my turn to cook. He could enjoy himself while I prepared something. Really, it was a thin excuse to leave him alone to explore himself. I know how unnerving it was to constantly fear being watched or having your internet history being traced.

As I began searching for ingredients, I recalled those days when I still lived under my dad's roof and was exploring my sexuality. The house only had a single modem and wifi was disabled. Despite having a computer in my room and an active wifi-card, my dad would not switch on the wifi for fear that I would get distracted if I had access to the internet. It made working on projects and doing research extremely difficult as I always had to use the family computer to actually do anything and it was always occupied by my dad during the evenings. On the rare occasions when I was home alone and neither of my brothers were around, I would grab an ethernet cable I had secreted away under my bed, run it through half the house and connect it to my PC so I would have uninterrupted access to the world wide web while simultaneously keeping an ear out for the garage door signaling the return of my parents.

What I did that kind of access you can only imagine.

There was always that anxiety of being discovered that loomed over any form of pleasure I could derive from my little act of rebellion. Jerking it to pictures of hot men was always tainted by that looming threat of discovery. I even remember calculating exactly how long it would take on each of my family's errands so that I knew how much porn I could download onto my local drive before tucking away everything like I had been studiously poring over my books or sleeping.

Diesel's fridge and pantry were well-stocked so I made a lot of noise preparing something that would take a while and occupy my time so that if the sheriff needed some time to squeeze one out, he would have some indication of what I was doing. I knew that was always something I was conscious of even during college; making sure that when I was jacking off in my room, my roommate wouldn't come barging in on me with my cock in my hand. As far as Joey was concerned, I was the little, nerdy Asian kid in every aspect of the stereotype and he was the helpful, extroverted jock that was getting me to come out of my shell. In many ways, he actually did help me get more comfortable with my sexuality… even if it wasn't the way he had envisioned it.

A sorrowful sigh left my muzzle as I began cooking up the meat for the pasta sauce.

“Everything alright?" asked Anodyne.

“Sort of," I rumbled. “Remember what you said about not having any regrets?"

“You're not having doubts about turning Diesel are you? Because he seems very comfortable with his choice."

“No. I'm good with that." As the meat began browning, I moved to prepare some garlic bread and some other sides. “I was just thinking about my friends. And my family. I know I keep saying my dad and brothers were jerks but on some level, I don't think I could stand it if I stayed here in Grimmwood without telling then who I really am. Same with my buds."

“I see. And that's what's calling you back to your home."

I lifted my gaze, turning towards the door leading out into Grimmwood. “Yeah… I have no doubt Diesel could make this place a gay man's paradise. But I've just got way too much baggage to settle down here. I need to find out what happened to them. I need to tell my family who I am." I shook my head and returned to my work. “If there's anything being cursed has taught me, it's that having these stupid fucking doubts can really mess you up."

“That and not taking mystical rituals seriously."

I angled one of the knives towards the tattoo hovering on my arm. “Again, creepypasta on the internet. How was I supposed to know it was real?"

Dinner was ready at six and I had set everything out to cool and be ready for us when we were ready to eat. It had just been six hours since our last meal, after all. Then again, being this far up north in the winter, the sun was already halfway down behind the mountains and bringing us extremely close to near darkness.

I was just about to finish up setting the table when two, big, hairy arms wrapped around my waist and a fluffy mustache rubbed against my neck.

“I need ya ta transform me, now," growled Diesel.

“Really?" I taunted. “And here I thought you would've milked yourself dry by now."

He flung me around, shoving me into the wall and biting down on my neck with a loud growl. I arched my back, stifling a moan.

“I found th' transformation threads."

Oh fuck me.

I could feel his fat cock sliding up and down my ass crack, precum seeping into my coin slot. He was pantsless.

“Don't tell me you didn't jack off," I moaned.

He let out a muffled growl into my neck as his hips began bucking. I think that was confirmation that for the past three hours, he had somehow resisted the urge to crank his thick shaft while looking at porn. Either he had the willpower of an iron beam or he had been edging this entire time just to explode into me. The strength of his grip on my waist and his urgent thrusts suggested the latter.

He huffed and leaned up towards me ear. “Be a good boy and turn daddy."

Fuck. He found the daddy thread too.

My mind clouded over as the blood rushed towards my dick. Temptation was there but the fire of common sense hadn't been extinguished quite yet.

“Not in front of the spaghetti…" I moaned.

“Fuck it," he snarled. “Could use some white sauce."

Goddamnit. I went from one hot fantasy to a cheesy one.

I leaned back into his grip, moaning softly as he nibbled on my neck. “Then tell me…" I huffed. “Tell me what you want again."

“Good boy," he growled, causing me to drift further and further into the lusty haze that I had grown accustomed to. “Turn me into a beast. Make your daddy into your monster master."

Fuck yeah.

Right on cue, Anodyne let out a blast of shimmering light. Whirling winds whipped up around us, ripping all the food I had spent three hours making into the cyclone of passion and transformation. The moan that came from my throat was entirely voluntary and I practically jumped off the floor to be taken up by the swirling storm around us. I didn't need the power of hypnotism to have me begging for more. I volunteered and threw myself at Diesel Cooke's cock. I wanted him to impale me on his dick, feel it grow inside of me and fill my guts with his cum until I gained the belly that he lost.

Our feet lifted off the ground as Anodyne spun around us, dancing between the flying plates, cutlery and shrapnel of dinner. Pictures on the wall displaying the old Sheriff Cooke were ripped from where they were mounted to join the whirlwind around us. Crimson lightning crackled between each piece of Cooke's life that was torn from his cozy, warm home, snapping at our limbs and filling our veins with power.

Anodyne shone like a blazing comet of prismatic lights. He bolted past a bowl of pasta and snapped his jaws, sinking his fangs deep into Cooke's right shoulder. Diesel let out a roar of pleasure, his cock spewing precum all over my back. He pulled back just as Anodyne bit down on his right shoulder, propelling his hips forward and piercing my ass with the tip of his dick. My own howl of pleasure rattled the walls.

Glowing, swirls of light erupted from where my friendly construct had bit Diesel. Intimidating tribal tattoos burned themselves onto his skin, consuming his broad deltoids and creeping slightly down towards his upper arms before stopping. Just as the light from the markings faded, thick white hairs grew from between the markings. The hair lengthened and thickened into soft, white fur with a slightly golden edge. Even as the fur spread over his tattoos, the black markings shone through.

Over the roaring winds and clattering and cracking picture frames, I heard the rustling of leaves, the snapping of branches and the grinding of rocks. Those very same shoulders visibly urged outwards like a knight's protective pauldrons looking like two, huge basketballs had been attached to his arms.

“Oh goddamnit…" he huffed loudly, thrusting his hips deeper into me, pushing at least three inches of cock until he pulled out again. “This feels… This feels ev'n better than I…than I… Urgh!"

As he pulled out fully, a river of precum exploded out of his cock and painted my ass. That liquid dripped down my legs and was whisked away by the swirling orb of wind around us. The trail of clear juices briefly touched my fingertips before they were guided back towards his right wrist. There, they wove themselves into an intricate almost Celtic pattern while his arms ballooned into huge monstrous beasts capable of crushing spines with a simple hug.

Each bicep exploded to fit the size of his enormous deltoids. Veins crawled out from underneath titanic triceps trying to summit the mountains of his biceps. The moment they reached the peak, they were immediately sent tumbling down to his thickening forearms where the divides between each of the two muscle groups there became even more pronounced; like two huge hams pressed together. Even the lengthening of his limbs did nothing to hide the sheer size of his arms. His fingers moved away from my hips for a moment, each digit twitching momentarily. Each fingernail blackened, thickening into sharp claws. That same creamy white fur burst out from the roots of each claw and rapidly spread over his widening palms. Black, leathery pads sprung over his fingertips and palm with veins pushing up against them to remind everyone that beneath the fluffy fur was an absolute beast. The clear white precum hardened into black leather, contrasting against his white fur and tightened into a full-on leather bracer that reached up from the back of his paw all the way up to his elbow. Celtic knots and runes were drawn all over its length. As he tightened his grip on my ass again to resume thrusting, I heard that leather straining against his muscles.

“God, son…" he grunted, thrusting five inches of fat cock into my ass. “So good… so… fuckin' good!"

I think the fact that this was the first time I had heard him really swear only made it hotter. A powerful jet of my precum shot from my cock and dropped down towards his feet. Looking down, I watched his toes curl in pleasure as he kept thrusting and pushed six inches into me. Each toenail underwent the same transformation as his fingernails; blackening and turning into his claws. White fur sprang from them as his footsize exploded from what I assumed were size twelves to probably something closer to size twenty-fives. For a brief moment, his toes curled upwards, letting me see the black leather pawpads that sprung up at the base of his feet. My precum swirled around his right ankled, hardening into a solid metal anklet that was many sizes too big… for now. His ankles and calves immediately exploded to fill the remaining gap. His white fur growing big enough to slightly cover it and hiding it from view. Vines of veins crawled up his immense calves, offering a little break from the sea of white. The fur seemed to thicken around his shins, giving him a little more of a barbaric look. It remained skin-hugging and thin around his thighs just so that every inch of his sculpted quads were on full display.

“Good boy," he panted. “Such a good, fuckin' boy!"

Despite the magical words, I didn't feel the haze of hypnosis draining away my mind. I wanted to experience every moment of his euphoric moment, every inch of his cock burying deeper and deeper into me. Even though my eyes were partially rolled up into the back of my head and my tongue was hanging out and dripping saliva, I was fully aware. I was his voluntarily.

Those powerful new arms suddenly grabbed my waist and spun me around so that I was facing him. He used those same arms to lift me into the air and spear my ass with his cock once more. Eight inches were buried into me now and he wasn't stopping. My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. I felt his cock throb and surge with growth just as nine inches jabbed into me. It widened, stretching my hole a little more while his pendulous balls slapped up against my ass with each of his earth-shattering thrusts. I grabbed onto his shoulders for stability, throwing my head back and letting out a howl of ecstasy. Screw if the neighbors or that nosy Jonathan Prinsky heard.

I was in heaven being fucked by my pseudo-daddy.

Diesel's torso shook and convulsed. The last ounces of fat that had softened his frame bubbled away just as every muscle on his body hardened into solid, white marble. I watched as a cut Apollo's Belt cemented the power behind each of his thrusts. His obliques became a rigid set of foothills growing from the base of this T-shaped torso and acting as a beginner's route to the much bigger, much wider set of eight-pack abs where unprepared or distracted hikers could get lost between their cracks. Then came the triple-diamond slopes of his pectorals. Each one flared out, pushing me back as his nipples blackened and were forced to point directly down. The white fur all over his body could do nothing to hide the sheer definition of his sculpted body that would make even Colin drool with envy. Perhaps understanding that he was a little too hard, the fur around his chest thickened to form a crest of slightly golden fur pointing straight towards like an arrow telling everyone where the fun was at.

To emphasize his point, Diesel plowed all of his fourteen-inch, fat cock straight into me, his huge balls slapping my ass like two wrecking balls. Precum exploded from my cock and splattered all over his chest. My fluids oozed towards both his nipples and immediately attached to them as two, large, golden nipple rings that stuck out against his black nipples. He roared in pleasure, his arms curling around my back and pulling me against him.

His thrusts grew more and more desperate as my cock was pushed up against his chest, wedging between the crevasse of his pectorals. With each thrust, he squeezed his chest, tightening around my dick and forcing more and more of my precum out. I was being fucked and pec-fucking at the same time!

“More," he growled, burying his human lips into my neck. “Give me more! More, boy! Be a good boy and give me more!"

He didn't need to tell me as my cock spewed a fresh jet of thick precum right against the side of his head. My increasingly thickening juices slithered towards his right ear where they immediately punctured the flesh to form three sequential golden earrings. Fur sprang up from where they had pierced his ear while some force seemed to drag them upwards towards the top of his head. His ear rounded off to become a circular dish covered in white fur that melded perfectly with his snow-white hair. The same fur spread over his face, crawling down the sides of his jawline first, down his already thick neck and then up towards his cheeks.

For a second, he pulled away from me, squeezing his eyes shut and tilting his head back. He moaned while he continued to fuck me like a jackhammer. That sound of nature being crushed rippled out of his face. His features were pushed forward, a large ursine muzzle being spearheaded by a big, black nose. As the fur spread over his lips which blackened into a malleable, almost rubbery texture, I watched in fascination as his mustache only grew thicker and remained the rich ebony that it always did.

When his eyes snapped open, his irises shone like obsidian against the white field of the rest of his face. I didn't get a second to get lost in the comforting void of those eyes as he immediately lunged forward and consumed my muzzle in his, his tongue slobbering all over my nose and lips. I had to grab the back of his head and adjust his head in just the right way so that our muzzles could lock together at the optimum angle so we could properly kiss as full-blown furries.

He ravaged me and continued to fuck with all the ferocity of a feral polar bear protecting his territory. My cock was squeezed between his hard pectorals with each thrust. I could feel his member pushing up against my prostate, furiously jamming the 'cum button' over and over again until I couldn't take it anymore.

My rising moan into his throat signaled my immanent orgasm. He didn't stop his pace.

I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to pull away to let out a howl but his huge paw slammed against the back of my head and held me in place. I screamed into his muzzle, my cum ejecting from his cock with enough force that it bathed us both in the geyser of my seed. My eyelids fluttered, perhaps instinctively to keep my own monster juices from my eyes. That must have been the trigger for him because just a second later, his own cock jerked inside of me. The force of his cum slamming against my prostate pushed the next jet of my seed out of me even harder.

The winds around us eased and lowered us to the ground even as he got higher and higher on the orgasmic cocktail of chemicals that came from release. He slammed me against the wall, holding me tightly against him as he continued to spill our seed. Pictures and the dinner I worked so hard on fell to the ground, perhaps symbolic of how the old Sheriff Diesel Cooke was no more.

Nine shots from my cock later, I squirted the last of my load against his collarbone. He gave two more thrusts and two more shots for good measure before finally releasing my jaws from his muzzle.

He panted, smiled, gazed into my eyes with an affectionate smile…

… that lasted all of three seconds before confusion and a frown tilted his mustache downwards.

“What?" I asked wearily.

He didn't answer for a second as he reached up with his paw and wiped some of my cum from my fur.

“What?" I repeated. “Wasn't that good?"

“No…" he said warily. “That wus fantastic. Best fuckin' sex in my life… jus'…"

“Just what?" I pressed, feeling my insecurity crawl up again. Was my hole not tight enough? Did I cum too early? Was I a terrible kisser?

“Yer still a beast."

Those four words came crashing down on me like an asteroid from space.

I looked at my paws… my huge, blue, furry paws.

And my heart sank.

“Oh no…"