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Forbidden Fruit

Written by Leo_Todrius and Tarus1111

Commissioned by JR22

Inspired by the animatics of Husskoni

Bird song floated through the trees on the cool spring wind, the branches swaying gently. Wild flowers blossomed in thick brush and soft grass. It was lush, unspoiled wilderness and the only hint of mankind’s influence, at least this far out, was the rusted metal fence emblazoned with the yellow and black warning sign for radiation and a pitted plaque that decreed the land beyond part of an exclusion zone.

The meltdown had happened decades ago, captured inside layers of vitrified materials and concrete. The surrounding area had been evacuated and left untouched. Every once in a while drones entered the exclusion zone, taking creepy pictures of abandoned buildings grown over with vines, but mostly it showed wild life unafraid and unfettered.

The fear of radiation was an old one, but the fear of limited resources was growing even greater. Rossman Family Lumber had been granted a timber license along the outer edge of the exclusion zone. Oswald Rossman had brought his two sons to help him on the job, and already their truck was laden with long logs ready to be milled… But there was something about the zone that called out to Oswald.

The lumberjack stood just outside the fence, holding a meter that crackled faintly. The readings this far out weren’t really any higher than normal background levels. He clipped the meter back to his belt. Oswald was nearing his fifties, his reddish copper hair showing signs of gray in places. He had a thin mustache and a bit of scruff on his chin, more out of the lifestyle than any specific desire. Living on the road for so long had given him a little big of a gut, but burning all the calories workied kept him from getting any bigger, and his frame was still strong even if he was a bit sore around the joints.

What Oswald dreamed most of, though, was building a big enough nest egg that he could retire… or at least live off of office work for a while. He was so close, so close he could taste it. All they needed was a bit more lumber than the land had provided, and they were so close… The lumberjack moved up to the fence and tested the lock. While the padlock was rusted shut, the link it was through was weak. With just a bit of prodding, it snapped and the old gate shuddered.

Oswald opened it just enough to step inside, moving through the tall grass, taking a look around. The pine trees that dotted the landscape made almost a sort of barrier, a wall hiding the interior from view. If he and his sons were careful, they could bring the truck to the gate, get some of the exclusion zone trees, brush the tall grass back up and get out before anyone put two and two together. The monthly drone had already been in and out, they could claim that anyone came to steal the trees after they left.

A grin crossed Oswald’s lips and he was about to go back and tell his sons when he froze, spotting a color he hadn’t expected to see… purple. While a lot of the trees were evergreen, one deciduous tree had grown up in a clearing, bearing purple fruit. Oswald advanced on it, eyes widening a bit. He’d never seen a plant quite like it before. The fruit was heavy, round, like an apple but shaped more bulbously like a heart.

The lumberjack stopped under the tree and grabbed one of the fruit, lowering it down. He sniffed at it, smelling the perfect blend of tart and sweet just like an apple. He glanced down at his meter, the needle not straying any higher than it had before. Oswald hesitated only a moment more before he bit into the fruit, his teeth crunching through it, releasing the watery, sweet, tart flavor inside.

“Oh this is good…” He murmured, swallowing it down. He took a few more bites, eating around the core, his lips smacking before he finished it off, dropping the core to the ground. A few purple seeds spilled out into the brush. Oswald reached up and started plucking more of the fruits, “The boys need to try these, I’ve never had anything like them.” he murmured to himself, pleased with how they sat on his stomach. For the first time in days he didn’t have that lingering boredom hunger, he felt just right. With his arms full of purple heart shaped fruit, Oswald turned to head back to camp, eager to tell his boys about his strange find and his amazing idea.

****

The Rossman Camp was fairly basic with two industrial sized tents set up with cots and inflatable mattresses, a mini-fridge and a few other accoutrements. They were situated next to a large awning that covered a folding table and some of the equipment. The huge orange truck sat a few feet away, hooked up to one of three trailers covered with long, large timber ready to head to the mill. Oswald moved up, carrying a bag full of the fruit, though his stomach was starting to rumble. He tried to push the thought to the side given how good it had felt to eat them in the first place.

Under the awning, two young men sat in chairs, going over the survey scan of the area. Both were in their early twenties, one sporting Oswald’s crop of copper hair while the younger had a more brownish hue to his. The elder brother was six foot one with a short beard and well-defined muscles that he had earned after years of helping out his father with their family business. His outfit was what you’d expect from a stereotypical lumberjack: red, plaid flannel shirt, some blue jeans and boots. In an attempt to modernize the look, he also wore an olive-colored puffer vest to keep him warm from the cool wind.

His younger brother had gone a different direction, wearing a green hooded sweatshirt with a puffy interior lining to emulate his brother while forgoing the conventional plaid. His blue jeans were scuffed and torn, not out of style but actual hard work. His shoulders weren’t as developed as his brother or his father, taking on more of a swimmer’s build. His arms, though, were already starting to test the strength of his sleeves.

The brothers were engrossed in their work. They had hit nearly every target, while leaving enough trees to keep the integrity of the area and prevent erosion. They had also sent out their planter bot to start planting seedlings. Oswald smiled as he moved back into the camp, setting the bag down on one of the tables. A few of the purple heart shaped fruits rolled out.

“Ozzie, Kaden, I want you to brace yourselves.” Oswald said slowly, “I’ve got quite the idea, a way to really amp up our earnings.”

“Dad, come on. We talked about this. It’s Oz, not Ozzie.” the elder brother said, looking up from the survey map. “And, what are you talking about? Did you find some more trees that we missed on our survey?”

“Sorry, I guess I still get caught up when you were little.” Oswald said, scratching the back of his head. He was a little surprised by how moist it was, he must have sweat more picking the fruit than he thought, “And yes, I did… But we have to bend the rules a little to get them. They’re just inside the fence of the exclusion zone.” Oswald said.

“Are you NUTS? That’s illegal!” Kaden burst out before blushing, “I mean, we could get fined so bad!”

“I know, I know… There are risks… But think of the rewards! The government survey drone is already gone, and that much extra timber without any extra hauling costs? We’d be making a killing.” Oswald said.

“I don’t know, dad.” Oz said, speaking up again. “The trees in the exclusion zone haven’t been tested yet for their durability. For all we know they’re less sturdy because of all the radiation that they received from the meltdown.” The point was valid, enough to make Oswald hesitate.

“You’re right…” Oswald murmured, “Before we leap, maybe we should task our recon drone to test a batch for durability.”

“It’ll take an hour or two.” Kaden said, still a bit squeamish.

“Well, I had been looking for a good excuse for a nap… I’ll be in my tent if you boys need me.” Oswald said, “And enjoy the fruit, it’s got a great flavor.” he said as he crossed the grass and moved into his own tent, closing the flaps behind him. He let out a soft sigh, reaching up to unbutton his plaid shirt. His boys were so smart, smarter than him sometimes… but he hoped in this case they weren’t. He needed this to work out, he needed the trees to be his big break.

Oswald cast his shirt aside and pulled off his hat, his hair cascading down the back of his neck. He froze at that, reaching up to run his fingers through it. It felt… longer, thicker. Suddenly Oswald grunted, his stomach rumbling hard. He grabbed onto the edge of his bed to support himself as he felt a deep gurgling in his gut. His heart beat increased, he was panting and sweating, a heat building and building through his body until it reached the boiling point.

At first it looked as if he was exhaling, his stomach dropping down… but that wasn’t the case. The paunch he’d developed from fast food was eroding, shrinking, diminishing. The fat in his pectorals was melting away as well, and even his face looked leaner. The skin that should have been loose seemed pliable, resilient, healthy and clung to his changing form. Oswald tried to speak, but his mouth filled with the tang of the tart fruit again and his eyes grew distant.

Oswald began to feel tiny pin pricks around his mouth as his thin mustache and the scruff on his chin began to grow. Centimeter by centimeter the hair grew, first into thick ginger stubble, then further into a short beard. He raised a hand to his face, the calloused fingers from years of hard, manual labor rubbing across the short hairs on his cheeks and upper lip. The facial hair continued to grow, inch by inch now, filling out into a wide beard that made Oswald look even more like his profession.

The lumberjack groaned, panting, sweating, and feeling incredibly aroused. He moved over to the edge of the table and grabbed a mirror, lifting it up, his eyes widening. In moments he’d gotten a thick stubble beard, then an actual beard. He grunted at that, but noticed his eyebrows were thicker than they’d ever been too, and the bone under the brow seemed to be jutting out, swollen a little. He slowly reached down to unbutton his pants and slide a hand in, but even unbuttoned it didn’t fit.

Another wave of throbbing hit him and Oswald fell onto his bed, groaning as his now lean form started to expand again, this time with something other than fat. His pectorals bloated and rounded, hardening into muscle. His flat stomach began to plump with abdominal after abdominal. His modest dusting of chest hair became a forest, new strands sprouting out wider and wider until it dominated his chest in a copper forest.

Oswald groaned hard, forcing his fly down before his hard slab of man meat slapped the trail of hair leading down into his pants. He wrapped his thicker hand around it and started stroking, even as thick hair burst from his knuckles and the back of his hands. He stroked his shaft up and down, hard and fast, feeling his heart racing.

In the back of his mind he knew he was probably hallucinating, that he got dosed with radiation and something had gone wrong, but it felt too good to ignore… His mustache had curled over his upper lip, playing with the flesh as it tickled and tingled. The beard growing from his cheeks and chin kept stretching out, getting longer, wavy and bushy and fiery red. It was as if he’d never shaved, never tried to be presentable. He’d just always been the man he was meant to be.

As Oswald jacked off, he felt the burning intensify in his arms. Veins bulged across his biceps and triceps as they expanded, a new dense coating of hair sprouting from his forearms. He roared, his grip tightening on his shaft as he worked, thrusting his hips up into his hand, moaning loudly. He used his other huge, hairy hand to start groping at his chest, pinching and tugging on his nipple as it got fatter, wider, rounder. He stretched it out and roared more, not caring if his sons heard or not, but they were probably too engrossed in their work.

With each breath, with each heartbeat, his body continued to swell. The muscles on his neck started to widen, forming a curve that spread out to his shoulders. His head pounded, but he didn’t care. He exhaled slowly, gazing upwards, groaning as his shoes felt tighter and tighter, almost painfully so until it almost felt like he couldn’t take any more… and then he heard the sound of threads snapping. The rubber sole to his boots tore out and his feet expanded longer, wider and thicker, growing out down the bottoms as hair grew out on his toe knuckles.

Oswald felt the changes make their way from his feet up to his legs. His calf muscles began to grow more defined, bulging with power and strength. His thighs began to swell, growing wide and firm as pound after pound of dense muscle was added to his frame. The copper hair covering his legs sprouted further, more and more hair growing in to cover his lower half in a fine fuzz.

The lumberjack groaned louder, his hand caressing his body with admiration and pride, all of that feeding into his cock as he worked it. Oswald thrust his hips hard, feeling more and more mass adding to his frame. It was a surreal experience, gaining weight but in the form of muscle that could lift that weight. He felt like a caged rhino trying to break free. New muscles were forming between the ones he knew about, his arms were too big to ever fit in a sleeve again. He tipped his head back, letting out a long moan from his bearded mouth as his underwear tore out from around his waist, leaving him completely naked.

His cock rose like a pillar out of a bush of orange fur, his balls throbbing and swelling, growing just like the rest of him until it all came to a point. Oswald’s brain tingled and burned with passion and his muscles flexed, rippling with strength as he came, spraying jet after jet of cum high into the air. The weariness of age had melted away from his body. He felt young, virile, strong, amazing. He was the perfect specimen, ready for his new life.

****

The operation of drones alternated between tedious work and waiting. Kaden sat, slumped in his chair, looking at the screen as the drone bored tiny holes into some of the trees in the exclusion zone and started running diagnostics. The machine had been expensive, but no tool was as precise at finding out if the wood was durable, diseased, and marketable. Kaden sighed, feeling the furry puff of his sweatshirt rubbing against his neck.

“Oz, do you think we can get away with it?” the younger brother asked, turning to look at his elder brother.

“Who knows.” Oz replied, sitting in his own chair a few feet from his brother. “Maybe if it works dad can finally afford to hire some other people to help him with the business.” He pulled his phone out of his pocket, planning to check social media or text his friends, but there was no signal out in the middle of the forest. Worse than that, the screen flickered a bit from the increased radiation in the area. “I’m tired of him dragging us out here on these business trips and expecting us to enjoy it as much as he does. We have our own lives and dreams to pursue. Why do we have to get tangled up in his?”

“What would you do if you weren’t here? If you weren’t logging?” Kaden asked, feeling bad for his big brother having to live in their father’s shadow.

“I don’t know,” Oz sighed, sagging lower in his chair. “I don’t feel like I’ve gotten to explore any other interests because I’ve been out in forests my entire life. I just know this doesn’t excite me as much as it excites dad.” He turned to Kaden. “What about you? Is logging something you’re interested in continuing?” Kaden was quiet at that, contemplating. He reached into the bag on the table and pulled out one of the purple fruits, tossing it back and forth between his hands as he thought.

“I guess… The money’s good, and I want dad to be alright… And we’re cheaper than any of his other workers… But I don’t want to do it forever.” Kaden said, biting into the fruit. He blinked a bit, the tart taste catching him off guard before it blossomed across his tongue.

“Well, just remember, it’s your decision.” Oz said, “You choose whatever makes you happy.” He reached into the bag of fruit on the table and pulled one out, turning it around as he inspected it. “These are so interesting. How do they taste?” He asked, watching his brother chew.

“At first it seems like it isn’t ripe yet, like, it’s too harsh? But then it just sort of grows into this perfect flavor, like better than any fruit I’ve ever had… The bite almost makes it better that way I guess.” Kaden grinned, eating more of the fruit, feeling the juice slip down his throat and pool in his stomach.

“Might as well give it a try,” Oz said, bringing the purple fruit up to his mouth and taking a large bite out of the side. He winced slightly as he tasted the bite his brother mentioned, before the taste took a delicious turn. Oz licked his lips and took another bite of the fruit then another, the fruit’s juice coating his lips and dribbling down his chin. “Mmm. That is good.” Oz mumbled with a mouthful of the chewed up fruit.

Kaden looked at his brother in wonder, seeing how the juice ran down the curve of his lip to his chin and dripped down, so primal and animal. Kaden felt a stirring, a tingling run through him. He grabbed a second fruit and bit into it, trying to look as cool as his brother. Oz finished the fruit in his hands and looked up to see his brother ravenously biting into a second. He watched on as Kaden consumed the strange fruit like a beast, chewing loudly and carelessly as hunger took over. Oz felt goosebumps form across his skin as he stared at the man in front of him before he grabbed another fruit from the bag and continued to eat along with his brother.

Something started to shift in their minds, the eating of the fruit changing from simple nourishment to competition to something entirely internal. There was a need, a drive, a hunger beyond just food. Kaden murmured, his stomach starting to rumble and gurgle, but Oz’s stomach was even louder. What little baby fat he had started to melt away, disappearing in seconds. His already lean form was sturdy, and almost at once the second part of the process began.

The elder brother’s coat began to tighten as his chest swelled, his pectorals rounding and pushing outward. His nipples stretched beneath his shirt, rounding and bloating. His stomach rippled as his abdominal muscles segmented further, shifting from an eight pack to something more. A fire reached up from his stomach, catching his throat and then his face as tiny copper hairs began to emerge like a fine down fuzz.

A similar change began for Kaden, as the younger brother’s lean form began to bulk as his muscles filled out. His shoulders became more broad as they rounded out, stretching his sweatshirt tight around them. The sleeves of the sweatshirt, which had already been tight around his biceps, began to fill out even further as the muscles in his arms grew thicker and wider.

Kaden’s eyes were half lidded as he grabbed another fruit, then another, biting into both at once, his teeth gnashing through the material. He felt so alive, so powerful, he didn’t want it to stop. His cock was getting hard in his shirts, the tightness around his arms a strange pleasurable pain. He kept going, his heart racing, panting. He looked up at Oz and was nearly taken aback, looking at how the inches had just started to stack onto his brother.

Ozzie’s pants were riding up his legs, showing off ankle and then hairy leg. The fabric was starting to dig at his crotch, becoming insufficient to hold everything. Even his back felt like some strange heated coil, each vertebrae throbbing as it swelled larger and larger, pushing apart, forcing his ribs to pry wider and wider. His jacket was incredibly tight, his entire chest cavity expanding in every direction.

Oz was overcome with power and pleasure as the changes swept through his body. He could feel the energy coursing through him, but gave it no mind as he swallowed the last of the fruit in his hand. He reached across the table and grabbed for the last two fruits on the table, emptying the bag, and caught a quick glance at Kaden. His cock throbbed in his tight pants as he stared at the muscled figure of his brother before him, licking his lips as his eyes roamed across his brother’s straining sleeves. He continued to stare as he continued his eating frenzy, taking bite after bite of the remaining fruit.

Kaden’s clothes were also feeling tighter on his frame as the changes spread throughout his body. Kaden felt bad they were out of fruit, but he was so overcome by the changes he didn’t do anything by it. His chest rose and fell with each breath, though the amount it fell was decreasing each time. His brow furrowed as the bone protruded a little more, his lips curling into a grunt. He strained and began to growl before Oz heard the sound of fabric splitting out. One sleeve burst, revealing a huge, meaty shoulder. Then another came, then the sweatshirt tore out the chest, flinging open, revealing an incredibly tight t-shirt beneath.

As Kaden panted and expanded, Oz’s face continued to burn, the soft fine copper colored hairs emerging centimeter after centimeter, the flesh beneath disappearing as the short beard grew in. Oz’s neck ached as it fanned out, taking on wedges of muscle anchoring it to his expanding shoulders. His head was suspended like a tower. Even his hands were swelling. Each digit grew longer, thicker, wider. The knuckles got tougher before tiny wisps of hair emerged from them.

The tartness of the fruit had settled in Oz’s throat, sinking into his vocal cords as they tightened, toughened, and toned. Oz slowly savored the last few bites of fruit that sat in his meaty palms as he stared across at Kaden’s pronounced chest that was pushing out of his shirt. He stood up and leaned closer to his brother, placing a large hand on Kaden’s cheek as he felt the fine peach fuzz start to grow out further. The light hair that had covered Kaden’s cheeks began to darken into a rusty brown as the fine hair extruded from his jaw, quickly forming a thick stubble.

“I never noticed before, Kaden, but you’re so handsome.” Oz said, his deep, masculine voice flowing out of his throat in a sexy growl.

“It must run in the family… You and dad are so big and so strong… I hope I grow up to be half the man you are.” Kaden said, his beard getting thick enough to stick between Oz’s fingers. The chair underneath him was groaning with the added bodyweight as the boy’s mass became so much more. His t-shirt split out, revealing a hairy chest and abs, a dusting of brown hair covering his arms that just got bigger around in every direction.

A shuddering throb passed through Oz’s legs before his pants suddenly split, his legs becoming trunk like appendages of muscle and hair. Each slight movement felt like it was exerting weeks of exercise, building the muscle up, enhancing it. Oz’ stubble had grown out into a short shaggy beard, his brows thick, his skin toughening up. He looked grizzled, like a mountain man that had barely known civilization, but there was still a youthfulness to his eyes, a vulnerable animal vitality that could not be trapped in the monsterous behemoth of a frame.

Oz moaned out in relief as the pressure around his throbbing erection lessened a bit, the large member bulging in front of him. He was so turned on at the sight of his brother’s massively muscular form, and all he wanted to do was feel and touch across Kaden’s growing body. He raked his thick fingers through Kaden’s beard, which was continuing to grow inch by inch, and he brought his other hand up to caress his brother’s hairy muscled shoulder.

Kaden stood up, rising to almost seven feet in height… but he was still Oz’s little brother. Both had grown to several hundreds of pounds of muscle, flesh and hair. They oozed testosterone. Their musk permeated the air. Kaden’s shoulders were wider than his brother’s, his beard several inches longer, but Oz stood like a tower to the gods and his shoes exploded in shrapnel of material as the huge appendages unfurled on the grassy ground, tipped with hair.

The last vestiges of fabric exploded from Ozzie’s body as his heavy, full sack dropped down, his log of a cock flinging forward. His beautiful, toned, hairy form was on display, and Kaden was ready to feast on it. The little brother lunged at his sibling, the beard rimmed mouth finding his brother’s as a fiesty, fierce, hungry tongue plunged into Oz’s mouth, powerful arms wrapping around him as veined, throbbing, aching cocks slapped together.

Oz moaned loudly and thrust his hips into his brother, their thick, heavy members pulsing with need for the other. He mashed his lips into Kaden’s eager mouth, meeting his brother’s lashing tongue with his own in a passionate, unrestrained kiss. He wrapped a hand around both of their cocks and squeezed them together as he began to move his huge hand up and down along the shafts.

Kaden growled into the kiss, the pitch of his growl getting lower and lower until it rumbled with a deep bass. His beard was long and bushy, his skin almost boiling. The brothers’ bodies continued to throb and expand little by little, the exertion bringing them into completion. They were no longer human, they were something else… something more. Kaden thrust into the huge hairy hand around their gigantic cocks, adding his own, letting them work together faster and harder until the friction built into an undeniable wave and he let out a thunderous roar, jetting spurt after spurt of his hot spunk across his brother’s shaft and balls.

Oz felt each heavy spurt of his brother’s hot, sticky cum hit his body, seeping into the thick hair on his stomach and around his groin. He continued frotting their lengths together for a few moments longer before he let out a deep, reverberating roar and shot his own load onto Kaden’s torso. Kaden leaned down in front of his brother, kneeling and he promptly licked Oz clean, getting several beads of cum in his beard.

“I love you big… Bigger bro.” Kaden said, his voice so incredibly deep. He ran his hands up and down Oz’s legs, looking up at him, “I guess the good thing about logging is that it made us so big and strong…” he murmured, “And let us spend time together.”

“You’re right, bro.” Oz said, placing a hand on top of Kaden’s head and running his fingers through his brother’s hair. “If logging is going to keep being this fun, I might just stick around so we can have a lot more fun times, together.” As Oz spoke, the ground beneath his feet shuddered slightly, a vibration reverberating through the soil. Oswald had emerged from his tent, a giant muscled man in his glory.

“Now that’s what I like to see, my two big strong boys getting along…” Oswald said. He had more time to get control of his faculties, but he had grown a little bit more in his own afterglow. He looked at his boys, then the table, “But I think I may have been a bit wrong about a few things… I do know how logging’s been a bit hard on you boys, so I have another idea if you’re willing to hear it.” he said with a grin.

“Anything for you, Dad.” Oz replied, looking lustfully over his father’s hairy, bulging body. “Us Rossman men have to stick together. What did you have in mind?”

“What if instead of cutting trees down, we got into the business of planting them? That fruit I found… we have to share it with the world! It tastes so good, and it brought us together as a family. What do you say, do you want to go Johnny Appleseed with me boys?” Oswald asked. Kaden grinned, rising to his feet.

“You got it dad, as long as we do it together!” Kaden grinned.

“If Kaden’s in, I am, too!” Oz smiled, placing a hand around his brother’s waist. “I couldn’t leave you two to have all the fun on your own.” He turned his head and placed a kiss on Kaden’s bearded cheek. “We’ll have to start by picking more of that fruit!”

“I’ll retask the drone to lead you two to the grove… I think… I might drop the load off one of the trucks, see if we can pack up a living tree to take back too, plant somewhere special so we can cultivate it. I know with this job we’re going to come out on top.” Oswald grinned, feeling the burning hope of his scheme working out, emboldened by the sudden closeness of his family and the surge of testosterone the three men were steadily pumping out.