Chapter 36

We found ourselves back in the same section of the cave. Today was the day—culminating all that had happened, centered on selecting the men and their bonding with the spirits. I was going to be freed from transforming into what I feared most.

I stood before Jesse, Karl, James, Grey, Joshua, and fifteen other men, each stripped of everything bare as the day they were born. For the ceremony, every man present was a human being—no bear men, no enhanced men, just ordinary men before their encounter with the spirits. They ranged from nineteen to seventy-two years old, with Karl not being the oldest. Among them were men of varying shapes and sizes: skinny, fat, tall, short, and even a few well-built.

This was the first time I had seen Jesse in his natural form before he met the spirits in our cave. I felt lucky to have this moment with him. Jesse, not as massive as he had been when we first met, stood a head taller than me and outweighed me by over fifty pounds. Some weight came from a bit of body fat, but he still carried it well, even with the belly.

I wore an outfit crafted by the spirits on the spirit plane. It was a gaudy garment, shimmering with a golden aura. “You look exactly as you should, Master. A regal ruler,” both Omegas proclaimed in unison. “Let the ceremony begin!”

Suddenly, a flash of light surrounded us, and I watched as a sigil began to form. The men, without moving, found themselves arranged in a large circle. Karl and Jesse stood next to a central, multi-pointed sigil that was still taking shape. Two Dragon sigils appeared—one encircling Karl and the other surrounding Jesse. I remained outside the large circle, which not only glowed but also released particles that filled the air around the men in the outer circle. As the particles grew denser, the men became immobilized. When the central sigil reached the Dragons, it flowed rapidly outward until it enveloped the entire outer circle.

With another flash, I could see that each man in the outer circle now had a smaller sigil beneath them. They resembled golden statues, all gazing toward the center of the sigil where I would soon stand. Jesse and Karl had frozen in place but were now dressed in robes.

Somehow, I lifted above the men. “Walk to your appointed place,” both Omegas instructed me. I took a step into the air and felt two hands supporting me. Looking down, I saw Ursus beneath me, and as I took another step, I felt two more hands. When I glanced back, Ursus had vanished, and Cetus was now below me. Step by step, I moved forward—Fenrir, Leo, Cobra.

As I stepped down again, my feet no longer met hands but shoulders. I looked down to see Roan. With another step, I sank lower and placed my foot on Stone’s back; he was on his hands and knees. With each descending step, I felt as if I were on solid ground, but upon looking down, I realized I was actually on Gor’s chest. I tried not to look back, knowing that if I did, I would see the men frozen in place, staring at me.

Taking another step, I felt hands grasping mine. Each grip unique. Looking down, I found my feet resting on Cero’s and Ogre’s hands, who had used their free hands to take hold of mine, preventing me from falling face-first into the central sigil that was releasing what appeared to be stardust. The moment my feet touched the sigil, the stardust flowed along its design, while both Jesse and Karl extended their hands toward me. I took Jesse’s right hand and Karl’s left.

As the dragon sigils shifted, the inner sigil transformed, and the three of us became surrounded by two dragons, each consuming the other and completing a new circle.

‘Say the first part of the sacred writings,’ both Omegas commanded.

“I, the chosen one, gifted by the ancestors, given power from the bonding. The one who commands spirits, forming a holy bond with these two men. They will be equals, above all others except the chosen one.”

The two dragons released one another, flowing into Jesse and Karl. The smaller dragon wrapped around Karl, while the larger one encircled Jesse. It appeared as though moving tattoos were climbing up their bodies; as the dragons encountered their robes, flames engulfed them, yet Jesse and Karl remained unharmed. When the dragons reached their necks, they ceased their motion, and both Jesse and Karl spoke. This was not part of the ceremony; no one had given them words to say. “We are yours to command; nothing can overcome us.”

‘Speak the second part,’ I heard one voice, a commanding presence, though it was neither of the two dragons. “We, the head…”

Surprise caught me, and as I began to speak, Jesse and Karl spoke as well. “…of the many, take these men as leaders, becoming equals to each other and commanders over many, followers of my bonded, holding me above all others, united with the vessels that hold the spirits.”

One by one, each of the froze men, then flashed and began moving toward the center of the sigil, toward me. As they approached, they transformed, shifting into one, then another of the ten spirits. Once they reached a certain point, they dropped to their hands and knees, transforming into the most muscular men I had ever seen, their heads touching the ground as if they were waiting. When the last man took his position, they all stood up and spoke in unison: “We live to serve you, lead others for you, follow your command. Nothing can overcome us.”

The sigil flashed one last time and then vanished. Suddenly, my outfit felt tight on me. Could it be? Was I growing? Looking down at my chest, I noticed that the outfit was melding into my body, the aura flowing in with it. My cock and balls were growing, taking the form of the best of all ten spirits. I glanced at the circle of men; they were also growing. Turning to Jesse, I saw he was experiencing the same transformation. I then looked at Karl, who was also growing, along with everyone else around me. All the men were developing enormous members, just standing there, looking at me. I felt cum hitting me from both Karl and Jesse. As it splashed onto me, I noticed it was being absorbed into my body.

I was now overwhelmed by cum blasts from every direction; men around me were shooting cum from several yards away, and every drop was entering my body.

The feeling of growth returned, but I had nothing on now. I looked at my chest and saw that I was indeed growing. Me, the only guy who couldn’t transform, was actually getting bigger. As more cum entered me, I swelled larger and larger. My cock was rock hard, but I couldn’t cum. My body surpassed the size of any spirit, even larger than any two of them combined. My cock jutted between my pecs, pointing straight up. I noticed the men were reaching the limit of their ability to cum; their blasts were still reaching me, despite their increasing weakness. Somehow, even the last drops still hit my body. I felt like a magnet for cum.

When the last drop entered me without warning, I came, shooting cum that flowed out like a geyser, reaching all the men, including Jesse and Karl, who were much closer. They all became cum magnets. I could see the men coming out of whatever trance they had been in, their bodies reverting to their pre-transformation states. Well, perhaps “normal” isn’t the right word; each man was transforming back into the bear-man, werewolf, or whatever form they had taken before this all began. I felt hands touching me, both Jesse and Karl getting handsy. Jesse had returned to his grizzly bear form, while Karl had morphed back into Santa Muscle.

I blacked out.

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The next thing I remember were men began to flow into this cave section as if arriving at a party. What I failed to notice was that Karl and Jesse each had real tattoos on their bodies—a full dragon tattoo. On Karl, it was particularly prominent, wrapping around his entire body, with the dragon’s head coming over his neck and stopping on his right pec.

In Jesse’s grizzly form, the shortness of his fur revealed his abs and parts of his legs, while his chest appeared dense. I could make out the dragon’s head on his left pec, catching glimpses of its eye as he moved.

I snapped back to reality when Ursus spoke. “I see you’ve reverted to your old self again.” I had returned to my usual size and shape. “You need to determine if your bond with Karl is the same as your bond with Jesse. Additionally, you should explore whether your connections with the other eighteen are stronger than those with Jesse and Karl.” All the spirits appeared and spoke in unison, “We know who we all see as our Master,” before fading away.

Karl’s and Jesse’s tattoos began to move. I clearly saw Karl’s tattoo in motion, while on Jesse, because his tattoo was on his abs. I saw Omega’s tail where before it was Omega’s wing. Both Omegas manifested, drawing the attention of the men in the cave. They stood positioned against a wall; one exhaled fire while the other water. As the two forces collided, steam filled the cave like a sauna, fittingly so, since no one wore clothing. Both Omegas declared, “For all time, we will only serve you, Master. Anyone who tries to harm the Pack, Den will have to answer to us.” ‘They still can’t say it together,’ I thought.

The pressure wave generated by the omegas’ voices swept away every man. The omegas flew toward Jesse and Karl. Just before impact, they transformed into moving tattoos, wrapping around Jesse and Karl’s bodies, but they were now in a different place. Both men felt these tattoos enter them. When Karl turned, I saw the dragon was now on his back. Jesse had his tattoo with the tail wrapped around his groin and the wings spread wide across his abs. It winked at me before freezing in place.

“You two need to let them know exactly where they should be on your bodies. We can’t have non-members seeing the tattoos in different locations.”

“Looks good where it is,” Jesse said, shifting into his muscular human form to admire himself. “Isn’t it a bit of a turn-on?”

“It’s erotic! It implies that you endured a lot of pain just to have your tattoos done, especially if you let them see you nude,” I replied.

“How’s mine?” Karl asked, turning his back to me and flexing to showcase the tattoo.

“They need to be a bit larger, completely filling your back. The pose is good, but it looks like there’s space left for more tattoos back there.” I watched the dragon on his back as it spread its wings to touch both shoulders, its chest expanding as it breathed fire. The tattoo meticulously colored. “That’s more like it! Your tattoo looks like it could actually take flight. We’ll need to snap a picture so you can see,” I complimented Karl.

“Check mine out now, Keith.” Jesse’s tattoo also vibrantly colored and lifelike, depicting frozen ice shooting from its mouth that stopped just short of his right pec. “I bet if you entered either of us in a contest, we’d win top prizes. Karl, if you walk around without a shirt, you’d be the center of attention. People would likely take pictures of your back. Jesse, on the other hand, would probably be asked to strip to show off the whole tattoo. That could lead to trouble—he might end up getting arrested for indecent exposure,” I said to both of them.

“Karl can wear a shirt, and no one would even know he has tattoos,” James chimed in. “I love that. Men with great tattoos have always turned me on, but I could never stand the pain of getting one.” He held out a glass of wine for Karl.

“Guess the party’s started,” I said.

“You can just ask the spirits to place one on you, you know?” Karl spoke softly to James, but I still heard it.