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There was a chill in the air, the breeze ruffling through the leaves that had settled on the lawns of frat row. With it being a higher end school, each frat had their own house, and each one was throwing their own Halloween party. While for most it was just an excuse for drinking, two frats in particular were taking the party scene to a highly competitive level. As one man came in with his arms filled with books from the classes, he could see two of the bigger men putting up pumpkins in the front yard. "Max, Dillon," the man said to the two as he walked up onto the porch, which had already gotten decorated with spooky candles. "How many of those pumpkins are you putting up?" "As many as we need to beat those Kappa bastards," the one that was on the ladder said as the other man flexed his arm. "Where were you, Colt? Our fearless leader said that it was all hands on deck." "I had... classes?" Colton, or Colt to his frat brothers, replied. The others just scoffed at that and continued to hang up the pumpkins on the roof. As he just rolled his eyes and continued inside he thought he saw something strange carved into the back of the decorations, but merely shrugged it off and went inside. While there were only the two that were continuing to get set up outside, the bulk of the frat had taken up the fight for Halloween supremacy indoors. Colt continued to walk back towards his bedroom while the others were rushing around setting everything up, several working on the decor while others set up the music and food. As he talked to those that were not trying to get everything ready, he found out that it was actually the president of the frat that was going hard this year. It was a bit odd; while they normally enjoyed the season just like the others, for some reason he found that Brent had declared all out war against the Kappas across the way. It was more than he could possibly care about, and as he went up to the second floor where the bedrooms were he saw that Brent's door was closed. Considering everyone was just doing the stupid Halloween stuff for the party he was also surprised that the other man was holed up in his room. After dropping off his books in his own room, he went over and knocked on the door of the frat's president. To his shock he heard his friend's voice shout at him to go away, but when Colt chimed in and said that it was him, there was a moment of pause before he heard the sound of footsteps and the door opened. "Oh, hey Colton," Brent replied once he had opened the door, revealing that his shirt was off and he had red paint splattered on his skin. "Time got away from me, how were your classes?" "Fine, as usual," Colt replied, grinning slightly at hearing the only member of this frat using his actual name. Most of the guys here were jocks and rich kids, and the only reason that he was even in this place was because he had been best friends with Brent since they were kids. "What is going on with this party?" There was a moment of pause as Brent looked at him, slightly dumbfounded, before realization seemed to hit him. "Well, we had to do something to show up the Kappas," Brent replied with a grin. "I want this to be a party that no one here ever forgets, and things are all falling into place. The guests should be arriving soon, why don't you go ahead and see if Stephanie is here yet while I finish up here?" "Are you sure that you don't need any help up here with... whatever it is you're doing?" Colt offered, peaking around the door to see that there were candles lit on the floor. "Don't worry, this is just a personal project of mine," Brent said with a grin. "You'll see soon enough, just go down and make sure the other heathens are putting everything up the way I told him to." Before Colt could really ask what was going on, the door was once more slammed in front of his face. It caused him to shake his head, and though he wondered what he was into, he heard the sound of his girlfriend float up from the stairs below. As he made his way back down he could see that the first guests were already starting to filter in. Though he had heard Stephanie's voice, he didn't see her as he got back to the ground floor, and as he saw Max and Dillon walk back in he noticed that both were brushing leaves off of them. This time they had a box of decorations that they had to bring in for the backyard, and as they walked by he noticed that the strange symbol more clearly this time. It was not something that he had ever seen before, but it was in red paint, which prompted him to follow the two through the kitchen and out the sliding back doors. Once more the two had started to set up the pumpkins and candles, and when Colt asked to see one of them, both just shrugged and motioned for him to go to town. They were too busy looking at a sheet of paper as he grabbed one of the lit-up pumpkins and turned it around. The side that was facing the house actually had several strange runic markings that were drawn into them, ones that looked rather old. While they were a bit spooky, he could sense that these were painted onto the decoration far more deliberately than needed to be. Colt attempted to ask the two if he had seen the markings and knew what they were, which once more was met with shrugs and dumb looks. The lack of help had caused him to frown, though Max did point out that Brent had prepared all the decorations for the party himself. As he looked back down at the symbols in surprise he guessed that the intricate calligraphy would have taken him a while, especially if they were on all the decorations. Something strange was going on... especially when he caught a glimpse of the paper and saw that the pumpkins were not only numbered to go in a certain order, but also had very specific instructions on where to go. After taking a quick picture of the pumpkin he was holding, Colt went back into the frat house so he could use his computer to do a reverse search of the symbols. "Colt?" A voice suddenly called out, causing him to spin around and see the pretty woman standing there with a red cup in hand. "There you are, I was wondering where you were." "Ah, Steph, I was just going up to my room to look something up," Colt said as he pointed to the stairwell, only to have her come up and kiss him on the lips. "You're not really thinking of missing this party just so you can study the entire night, are you?" Steph asked as he wrapped her arms around his neck, surprising him slightly. "No no, I just..." Colt stammered slightly as he swallowed hard, feeling his arousal betray his more curious notions as he put his hands to her hips. "There is something that Brent is doing that has got me curious, so I was just going to look it up." "Keep your nose out of the books, nerd," a deeper voice joined in, Colt turning around to see Fernando standing there smirking him. He was one of the football players for the very prestigious academy. "Try to actually have some fun here, or I might just steal your girlfriend and show her a good time." Stephanie just rolled her eyes at that, and Colt grinned a bit before he remembered that he had wanted to talk to Brent about the strange decorations. The party was just getting started though, and being a part of the frat, he was pressed into making sure that everything went off without a hitch. Whatever fire Brent had lit under them to beat the Kappas was clearly working, all of them in their last-minute Halloween costumes. Between the rest of them making sure that Colt helped out, and Steph continuing to hang on his arm, it took him far longer then he had hoped before he could try and get to the second floor. Finally he had managed to get free by sliding into one of the adjacent rooms. As he took a second to make sure that the woman was still preoccupied, Colt could feel a strange energy that was in the air. It was more than just the usual horny, drunk nature that came with parties like these; as he looked around the room, he could see that everyone was grinding against one another more than usual. It was just the beginning of the night and people were already practically having sex on their couches, and that didn't happen until after midnight. Once more it continued to confirm that there was something very strange going on, feeling a tingling sensation in his body that hadn't been there before. As he looked around the decorations that were hanging on the walls, he noticed that there were more of the symbols as he had seen on the outdoor decor, and though it was hard to tell, it looked like they were going. It was more than just some strange eldritch writing; all the time that he had known Brent he had been interested in the occult, but it felt like he had taken things a step further. Colt decided to forget the computer search and go straight to the source as he walked through the crowd humping one another and into the next room that lead to the hallway. But just as he walked into the ante room, Colt was nearly yanked off his feet by a muscular arm that wrapped around his neck. "Hey Colt, you finally letting loose?" He heard behind him, which was the voice of Fernando, though he sounded different. "That limp dick of yours is going to get something around it." "Damnit Fernando, lay off!" Colt shouted as he squirmed out from the grasp of the other man, which had begun to tighten around his neck before he managed to get dropped. "I'm trying to get to Brent, something-" Before Colt could finish his sentence, his words immediately caught in his throat as he saw the other man standing behind him. Fernando let out a slight hiss as he leaned in towards Colt, causing him to back up slightly and bump into one of the partygoers that was in the room. "What'sss the matter?" Fernando asked, the pupils of his eyes stretching into reptilian slits as the patches of scales on his face were quickly spreading over his increasingly puffy face. "You need a drink, or someone to suck your cock?" Colt wasn't sure what had taken him more by surprise: the fact that it looked like the features of the bigger man were twisting right before his eyes, or how much more lewd he was getting. Perhaps because somewhere in his mind he thought that maybe this was some sort of prosthetic, but as he leaned in and flicked out a very forked tongue, he realized that this was something very different. As Fernando's hand reached out he could see the scales and claws on it, but as he backed away he found that someone else had slipped in between them. It was one of the party guests, but just like his fellow frat brother they were also undergoing a rather dramatic transformation. "Well, if this pussy isn't going to take advantage," Fernando hissed, his voice becoming deeper as he grabbed the head of the one in front of him. "There are plenty that will take this dick." The one between them squealed eagerly and had started to rip down the already tight pants of the growing creature, Colt's eyes widening at seeing his already impressive physique was popping with new muscles. If it wasn't for the fact that it was happening right in front of him, Colt would have thought that Fernando had somehow been taking steroids. He had already been shirtless before, but as he started to grunt while groping his own cock he saw his shorts straining from the added growth as well. Audible popping sounds could be heard as Colt watched the other man leaning forward, panting heavily in pleasure as his spine began to push out of his back, eventually erupting into spikes that trailed from the small of his back to the back of his lengthening neck. It looked like it should be painful, but as Fernando arched back up there was a smile growing on his face, his lips stretching back to reveal fangs and sharpening teeth. Before Colt could say anything, he suddenly felt himself getting pushed to the side by someone very strong. As he caught himself before he could fall head over heels on the couch, he looked back and saw who had caused it. Though he had seen the other party guests before, the one that had pushed him was also undergoing the throes of transformation. His skin was turning red and his ears were stretching and growing more pointed, pushing through the short hair that was starting to fall away from his head. It was very clear what the smaller man wanted as the party guest took his newly formed claws and used them to shred the already popped pants of Fernando. As the denim was pulled away it revealed a cock that would have put any other man to shame, and as it began to wiggle about like a snake it was only growing longer. It would have choked most men, but the one who was shredding Fernando's pants had almost immediately latched onto it as soon as he got it exposed. Colt could only watch in horror as Fernando reached down and grabbed onto the other man's head, his own snapping back and forth as scales spread over his scalp as his hair went flying. The increasingly lewd sight had finally snapped Colt out of his shock when the two increasingly muscular dudes focused on one another, the smaller man getting pushed down onto the thick cock and causing his jaws to stretch. It wasn't until another set of clawed hands grabbing his shoulders caused him to spin around, showing where the other party guest had gone. He immediately started to back away as the other guest started to approach him with a lustful look in their eyes, with their face starting to push out into a beak. They were saying something about wanting to join us, but it was hard for Colt to understand what was being said as his gaze quickly darted downwards. As the other guest stalked towards him, Colt could see that the short skirt the growing creature was wearing had quite the cock pushing its way out of it. He had thought that she was a woman, and as a pair of wings shredded the guest's shirt it revealed a bra that was tightening against a pair of pectorals that had formed. It was a surreal sight, secondary to the fur that was starting to sprout out of her, or rather his, stockings. The thick maleness was bigger than his own, and as Colt dodged out of the way he nearly got clawed as the transforming creature darted past him. The growing, transforming male quickly attempted to push the other smaller male away from his cock, which caused the increasingly monstrous visage of the demonic creature to let out a chuckling hiss. "There isss... plenty of me to go around," Fernando hissed, his jaws snapping while more fangs filled his maw while his horns continued to grow. "Just need a little... more..." Colt continued to remain where he had been pushed aside, watching as the increasingly muscular male that had had put them there eagerly nodded his head while tearing his clothing away. What little remained of the female partygoer was left on the floor as he exposed his very fury legs, the toes merging together and hardening into hooves as he continued to just nuzzle against the serpentine creature's cock. A set of shiny black horns sprouted from the increasingly shaggy hair of the guy, and as he leaned forward to grab one of the pulsating shafts, his face also began to push out while teeth grew into fangs. The other man, who had completely shed his clothing to reveal bright red skin covered in spikes, was not to be outdone as he rose up his thick butt and impaled himself on the other one. The dual stimulation had caused Fernando's entire body to ripple, his fused legs continuing to push out into a long, sinuous serpentine lower body. As his back arched the last of his hair had fallen away from his head, revealing ridged scales that formed down towards his back like small fins. The changing man paid it no mind, instead just putting his clawed hands on the top of his shiny head as The sight of the two servicing the naga demon that Fernando had become had finally snapped Colt out of his shock, especially as he saw the much bigger demonic creature wrap his coils around the both of them. His frat mate had become a demon lord, something that he remembered Brent mentioning while they were drunk and talking on the porch of the house. They would be the ones to direct the lesser demons, often using their bodies for whatever carnal pleasures they wanted. As he slowly made his way to the door his mind was putting the pieces quickly into place; whatever was happening in this house, it was causing those in his frat to become the demon lords while the guests were being corrupted into their servants. If that was the case, he had to talk to Brent immediately, Colt reasoned as he managed to slip out of the room and make his way to the first floor landing. Whatever he had done was starting to quickly get out of hand, and as he saw the other guests that were milling about in the hallway were already starting to transform as well. Since there were none of his other frat brothers he didn't see any huge changes, but people were already starting to have their faces and bodies twisted by the demonic magic that was filtering in through those runes. Some were growing fangs and claws, others were losing their hair in clumps while horns and spikes grew in, and many had the biggest change of growing bulges in their pants whether they were male or female. But as he could see people starting to succumb to the lusts like he had just witnessed in their parlor, Cold found himself looking down at his own hands. He was... unchanged, and as he brought his hands up to his head he didn't feel any horns or loss of hair. Perhaps it was because he was outside the house when the first symbols went up? Or maybe he wasn't part of the spell for another reason as he brought his fingers to his face and found everything the same there as well. It was all the more reason he had to talk to Brent and stop this ritual from reaching its conclusion, but as his mind continued to race he realized that there was another problem he had. Steph was still here, and as he remembered how she was acting slightly strange already, he doubted that she had whatever protection he was under. He needed to find her and get her out of this house, but he had no idea where she was and there were more cases of people starting get increasingly rowdy. The only thing he could think of doing was check his room to see if maybe she was there waiting for him before heading up and confronting Brent. It was all he had to go on, but as Colt went for the stairs he found his way blocked by the two that he had encountered in the front yard. Though they still weren't transformed like Fernando, he could see that both of them had sprouted identical horns and had their huge cocks hanging out from their tightening pants. "What's this?" Max asked, his voice slightly deeper as he leaned forward, exposing his sharpening teeth as his lips pulled back. "You still haven't joined the party yet?" "I... just need to go and talk to Brent first," Colt replied, his gaze continuing to look at their throbbing red shafts as they began to harden. Even though they were already huge, he could see them somehow getting bigger as the waistband of their pants began to push down. It was from both the thickening of their hips and thighs, the hair starting to poke out from the exposed flesh, and the fact that something was pushing out from just above their butts. What was even more surprising than their transforming bodies was the fact that the changes were happening at the same time, though Colt had more pressing matters as the two were still blocking his way to get to the second floor. "I don't think so," Dillon said, his breath coming out in ragged gasps as his face began to stretch out. Both of them had something pushing past their lips; it wasn't just their lengthening fangs, it looked like the bones of their jaws were pushing out of their heads, though as they continued to let out dark chuckles he could see that the flesh of their foreheads was hardening and bleaching. "Sorry Colt, you may be his friend, but we're not supposed to let anyone in." "Unless," Max said as he took a few steps down the stairs, Colt able to hear his bones popping and his musculature stretching out the already tight t-shirt. "You want to pay the toll." As the two moved towards him Colt could see their eyes starting to glow red, and though the way they talked was still the same, he could hear the corruption infiltrating it as they put a thick, furry arm on either side of him. "The toll?" Colt said, trying to ignore the fact that their bright red erections were pressing against his thigh and stomach. "I just... really need to talk to him." "Then you'll have no trouble paying it," Dillon replied as he leaned in, hot breath washing against Colt's face. "C'mon, live a little, you know you want to." Though it was the last thing that he wanted to do, he could already feel those large, clawed hands start to slide underneath his shirt. Though their minds were clearly focused on only one thing, both Max and Dillon grunted at the same time as their spines popped and lengthened. He could see bony tails pushing their way out, causing their pants to fall down around their sneakers that were already bursting at the seams from their growing feet. Colt was unsure what to do at this point, but as he felt their muscular bodies pressing up against him, there was a surge of arousal that flooded his system. The feeling of their touch had a heat to it that he had never felt before, and when they quickly trailed lower he could feel his pants starting to tent. At first he feared that it would trigger his own transformation into a demon, but it appeared that whatever immunity he had was still in effect even with their bodies pressing up against him. Even though their bodies had mutated, their heads morphing with skull plates that caused the fur on their stretching muzzles to fall away while the muscle underneath became more a wolf with a skull face. Hellhounds... it was the only thing that Colt could think of, especially as those glowing red eyes suddenly burst into flames. He wouldn't have been able to overpower these two even before they transformed, but as their increasingly furry forms continued to swell and tear away at their clothing, he doubted he could even move them if he tried. As he could hear the seams on their clothing tearing from their growing bulk, he heard and felt his tearing from the claws that had reached up to rip through the fabric. One of them, which it was getting hard to tell the two apart with how similar they were becoming, had torn through his shirt while the other quickly popped off the button of his pants and pulled them down with his freed foot paw. As he felt the warm air hit his exposed junk Colt let out a yelp, especially feeling the claws that had popped out of the shoe's toe grazing against his flesh. Their bodies were growing bigger by the second, and as they pressed more against this own naked form it was causing the temperature to rise between the three of them. They had already slid down to cup his balls and start stroking his cock while they were prompting him to do the same. Though he knew that he had to get to Brent and playing with these demons would only lead to potential corruption, Colt knew what the two wanted him to do as they continued to slide their cocks against his body. As the others looked on, Colt see the lustful looks of the party guests as they started to approach the group. At this rate he would get mobbed by horny demonic creatures, so he reached down and started to stroke the throbbing shafts. The heat that came from their shafts had almost caused him to recoil, but as one of the transformed imp-like demons came up behind the hellhound. Their amorous efforts were bringing others to do the same, and the one that Colt was pretty sure was Max suddenly perked up as his tailhole was impaled by the huge cock the smaller male had. That had caused the hellhound to flex, Colt feeling his cock throbbing as he continued to grind against his own body. The heat was making it hard to determine whether this was affecting his own body, but so far he could only continue to keep distracting the two monstrous lupine demons until he could slip by. As he continued to stroke both of them he got a front row seat of their transformations, watching the black fur spreading over their increasingly muscular body. The powerful magic that had permeated this house had twisted their forms into monsters, their ears stretching into a lupine shape while the formation of their heads into skull-like coverings completed. As their grotesque natures finished manifesting, Colt could feel their bodies start to tense. These creatures were the stuff of nightmares, yet there was also something primal and powerful that also permeated those bodies. The thought had caused him to shake his head; this was not the time to admire anything, especially when another demon started to pound into the tailhole of the second hellhound. At this point hte two were nearly identical in nature, a fitting set of forms for the normally inseparable pair as they grew into a frenzy. But as Colt felt like they were pushing towards doing far more than a handjob, the other demons caressing and stroking their forms were divering their attentions. It was enough that when one of the two demons was pulled back by one of the satyr demons sucking on his nipples, he managed to slip underneath the furry arm and slide towards the stairs. Though he could hear the two hellhounds snap their heads in his direction and snarl at him, the two didn't make any move to recapture them. Considering they were a head and shoulders taller than anyone that was in the throng of creatures, they could have easily done so, yet they merely focused their lusts on the others. Colt didn't have time to analyze the situation though; he had just seen three of his frat mates get turned into hulking demons while the other party guests were pushing towards lesser versions of them. It was a bit strange they were all male so far, but just like with the demons themselves it was something he couldn't possibly look into at the moment. If things were going the way they were then he had to find Steph and get her out of there, or stop whatever Brent was doing. When he looked into his room and found it to be empty, he had to pursue his latter option and make his way towards the bedroom of the frat's president. The sounds coming from the other rooms as he passed by indicated to Colt that the other frat mates were in the throes of their own transformations. Whatever corruption had set in deep, especially if the low growls, grunts, and other unnatural noises of pleasure indicated. All he could do at this point was hope that he could stop this, and as he went to Brent's door and knocked on it he found that it was open. Even before he stepped inside, Colt could feel a palpable tingling sensation in the air, and electric charge that was radiating out to the twisted souls that were in the house. When he slowly pushed the door aside, Colt was immediately greeted with the sight of the naked man that sat in the middle of the circle illuminated by candles. Symbols similar to what he had found on the decorations were painted on his body, and as his muscles twitched he could see that he was completely erect as well. Any potential that this could have been some sort of mistake was quickly thrown out the window as he floated a few inches above the large summoning circle that he was in the middle of. When he stepped inside the room the door immediately snapped shut behind him as Brent's feet touched the floor once more. "Welcome to the party, Colt," Brent said, his eyes opening to show the glowing irises while his voice deepened slightly. "Brent, what the hell is going on here?" Colt replied, trying not to look at his friend's junk as he began to approach. "That's certainly a way to put it," Brent stated with a chuckle, revealing fangs that were growing down past his blackening lips. "This has always been my dream; I have been researching this ever since I stumbled upon the book that made this all possible, and what better way to enact it than during Halloween?" Colt found himself swallowing hard as the naked man continued to move toward him, the shadows that surrounded the room growing deeper as the demonic energy continued to permeate through the area. He could feel the magic that his friend had invoked, and even though his skin tingled there were still no mutations on his body. "So, why haven't you changed me?" Colt asked finally. "Are you... letting me go?" The deep chuckle resonated through the room, an unworldly laugh that had caused Colt to shiver. "Oh no, of course not," Brent replied, the sudden chill in his voice relaying his intent. "But you've always been a good friend to me, unlike the others in this so called frat house, and I wanted to repay you for that by making you into my second in command. I wanted you to be here with me when the spell finally completes, and that can only happen when everyone within the confines of the ritual have become demons." Colt found himself swallowing hard and taking a step back towards the door he had just entered, only to hear it slam close behind him with such intensity that it caused a breeze to blow by him. What little light that had trickled in from the hallway was cone, and in the light of only the candles that circled the ritual the darkness suddenly became all the more intense. It was like he was standing on a platform of wood that was floating above the void, with not even any light from the windows making it through. But Colt's eyes were fixated on the one that was floating before him, and as Trent slowly lowered to the floor it wasn't human toes that touched. They had already become cloven hooves, the hardened flesh tapping against the ground as deep black fur began to spread up Brent's inflating calves and thighs. "The last vestiges of power have reached the precipice," Brent said as his cock began to harden, rolling his neck as a pair of horns started to push out past his ears that were starting to stretch. "The corruption is nearly complete, and as I am the last being to be anointed, it is time for you to join the others as my loyal commander. Fortunately for you, I have brought someone that will share in your ascension, it would only be proper of my general to be gifted with a steed." By this point Colt could feel his entire body trembling, but with no door or windows to be seen there was no way to escape even if he forced his mind to somehow get his legs to move. As he began to feel a tickling sensation at the top of his head, he noticed that from the flickering candles behind the slowly transforming Brent that there was more movement. Even though his gut knew exactly what he as about to see, a wave of icy cold still hit him in the gut when he saw Steph slowly walking out from the shadows to move towards him. Except... this wasn't Steph anymore, the eyes that shined in the dim light held a devious lust in them instead of the usual personality that she had, though Colt found his gaze moving down to where her hands were cupping her groin. "Wait, Brent," Colt suddenly found his voice, though it had already started to crack as he held out a hand and saw his fingernails slowly darkening. "You can have me, but you should let Steph go. She only came here by accident, if it wasn't for me she wouldn't be transforming." "See, this is why you're standing before me and about to get the greatest power ever conjured!" Brent replied excitedly, his devilish smile growing longer as his jaws began to elongate while his thickening arm wrapped around her shoulders. "Well, second greatest, but this is something that you deserve. As for Steph here, you may find that her presence here is a little more expected than you think." Colt's eyes widened as the implication of what Brent was saying had quickly settled on him, putting a hand to his head as he started to feel his brain tingling. Steph wasn't an innocent bystander... she was in on it, and as she gave him a small nod it was punctuated with a groan as her feminine figure began to grow distorted. The pants she wore were starting to bulge in the front, while at the same time her top was growing looser in the top section as the two of them chuckled. She had been in on it all long, and as Colt continued to come to grips with that, she continued to slowly move forward. "You... wanted all this to happen?" Colt asked, only for Steph to slowly draw a finger down his lips. The contact felt strange, like his face was smoothing out there, and as he pulled his hand down from his head he found a thick clump of his hair being wrapped up between his own transforming digits. Whatever power Brent had been holding back on his body had been withdrawn, but instead of a tidal wave of corruption like the others, he could feel it trickling in as he let out a grown from the stimulation from his groin. "Just let yourself go, Colt," Brent said, watching as the pupils of his eyes began to grow horizontal while the irises around them darkened to a deep red. "Think about all those times that the others made fun of you because you were smaller or weaker than them. Soon you will tower above them all, even in their mutated states, and you can show them what true power looks like." Despite it feeling like the entire world was crashing down around him, Colt could only focus on his breathing and his girlfriend moving towards him. The girl part of that was starting to get a bit fuzzy though as the bulge in the front of her pants was starting to get bigger with each breath, and as his own chest began to fill out with muscle he could only continue to stare as the molted flesh of the root was starting to show. The growth was starting to stretch the fabric, and since he had been taller than his girlfriend in the first place he could see that there was a very equine phallus jutting out from between her legs. As his mouth hung open in shock he suddenly felt her lips press against his, and though there was something strange once more with his face, he could also feel her lips receding as well like the hellhounds downstairs. But that didn't matter at all to Colt anymore; the second they embraced in the unholy kiss it sent a shock straight through his brain. The whispers that he had been attempting to ignore were back as a chorus of lustful desire. This was the way that it was supposed to be; and as he felt the former woman's flattening chest press against his own expanding muscles it was getting harder for him to resist the siren call. Soon the reluctant kiss had turned more passionate, and as Colt wrapped her arms around the newly forged male, he could hear cloth tearing while his biceps and forearms quickly plumped up. Even though somewhere in his mind Colt was screaming that he was succumbing to the corruption, but both his body and mind knew that it was already too late. Brent had ensnared them all, and as he could feel Steph starting to push her growing cock against his thickening thigh, he saw the mastermind of it all slowly moving towards him. "Go on, take your prize," Brent said as he brought his clawed hands to his own thick member, which was still getting bigger with every stroke that he gave it. "I'm going to take mine." Colt felt himself unraveling by the second, and as Steph pulled the pants off of his decidedly masculine form, the lust that was growing between them was becoming too intense. As he looked down he saw his former girlfriend's thighs and butt start to expand rapidly as what was most definitely now a he wagged it at him. While they had slept together before, this was a far cry from the sex that they had shared before. As he found himself staring the transformation continued, the voice of the transforming creature deepened as his spine began to bulge and lengthen. The prospect was getting too hard to ignore, and as Colt let out a groan he shook his head as a sliver of his humanity came back once more. In watching Steph change into a bestial demon, he had hardly noticed that his own bodily changes were rapidly expanding. As the last of his hair fell from his skull he felt his head jerk to the side and his neck cracking. Though both Steph and Brent were both growing bigger, he had started to outpace them all as his clothing quickly was lost to the muscle that he had been developing. Everything was changing... and as Colt's eyes started to turn red, he found himself... enjoying them... A low growl escaped from Colt's throat as his neck continued to thicken, and as his shoulders rolled forward while grabbing onto the flanks of Steph, his smile grew. As what remained of his lips pulled back it revealed sharpening teeth that were starting to yellow, and as the last of his hair fell away he could feel horns pushing out of his exposed head. There was nothing left to push back against the corruption, and as he took a step forward he found his shoes snapping to allow his merging toes to burst out from the sole. He didn't have to close the distance between the demon in front of him, his clawed hands moved up Steph's sides to his chest and gripped the mountainous pectorals while his massive cock started to push between those furred globes. The second the flared head popped past the still tight ring of muscle, what little remained of Colt was lost to the sea of pleasure and corruption. He could feel Brent's thick fingers gripping against his wider thighs, feeling a cock brush behind him while his spine continued to lengthen in both height but also start to bulge out the small of his back. Gurgling growls escaped from his mouth as the power radiating from the one behind him was funneling straight into his head, his bald head swelling while turning bright red as the corners of his mouth pulled back even further. Another set of spikes grew around the smooth dome as his jaw practically unhinged from the force of Colt's roar, his body quickly growing to the ten foot mark as the knots of muscle and sinew grew faster than his mind could comprehend. But the only thing that Colt could comprehend at the moment was the pleasure that was coming from his cock, which was still expanding while it slid easily into the growing rump of the one in front of him. His maleness spread open the inner walls of the increasingly equine backside, and as he did he could feel the other man squirming from more than just the intense lust that was coming from their coupling. As the hairy back pressed against the red skin of his widening chest, something was happening to Steph's stomach. At first he thought that it was just his cock that was stretching him out, but instead of one lump stretching out the hairy flesh, there were two bulges that pushed out his belly just above the huge horsecock jutting out. It was another pair of limbs, and though Colt was growing past the eight foot mark with his spine stretching, the lower body of Steph was growing... longer. It was pushing the ass of the demon further down his throbbing shaft while the lumps pushing out of Steph's chest had hardened at the tips to become full blown hooves. It was a sight to behold, and between the two of them the power that was flowing through their forms was incredible. Their bodies were thrumming with energy, but even as the corruption was reaching its peak, there was still one part of Colt that was attempting to try and claw back his humanity. The feelings were enough to cause Colt to stop, releasing Steph and nearly causing him to drop to the floor as patches of white bone could be seen on the scalp of the one in front of him. As some semblance of sanity was coming back to his mind he looked down at himself, past his thick pecs and washboard abs down to the hilt of his cock that was the only thing not buried in the tailhole of the other creature. Even though he began to feel a sense of panic welling up it felt like he was still smiling, and as he brought his fingers to his face he could feel just how inhuman his visage had become. But as he brought the clawed fingers up to the spikes that adorned his smooth scalp, a chuckle pulled his attention to the one that was still standing at his side. "You always did overthink things," Brent said as he brought a hand to his pectoral muscle, feeling it twitching and growing even more despite the partial demon breaking his lust trance. "Brent, we're turning into demons," Colt said, the deep voice coming out of his mouth terrifying himself. Even though he had stopped, Steph was still deep in the throes of corrupted need, Colt watching as his feet twisted and hardened into the same hooves as the new appendages emerging from him. "You can... you can still stop this." "I already told you, this is exactly what I wanted," Brent replied, his voice becoming distorted as that easy grin on his face began to stretch, his jaws protruding while his tone deepened. "You'll see soon enough, you just need more. I'll show you the way Colt, as any proper demon master should, and flood you with so much demonic power that it'll wash away all these remaining pesky human inhibitions you are desperately clinging too." As Colt tried to find the words to rebuke his friend, he found that there was nothing that was coming into his mind. Even with his momentary rebellion, his own traitorous inner voice was commenting on how powerful he felt and what a gift this demonic nature was. It was a feeling that, combined with the pleasure he was getting from the centaur creature riding his cock, that was quickly enveloping his senses once more. His mind that used to be concerned with classes and homework found its corrupted pathways being redirected to lust and conquest; the connection between him and the other demon lords strengthening and feeding into the desires that had caused that unnatural smile to spread even further up his face than before. Brent snapped his elongating jaws and suddenly moved out of Colt's vision, but as he felt the intense body heat of his new master come up behind him, he saw something forming in front of him. It quickly became a polished surface, allowing him to see the three of them in the flickering candlelight. For a second it had been hard to identify who he even was, the hulking behemoth between the other two demons that were forming. The tattered remains of his clothing hung from the spikes that had started to sprout over his body, though the biggest changes were happening to his head, the monstrous smile filled with razor sharp teeth and a bald head crowed with horns. It should have been a terrifying sight to behold, but the demonic influence in his mind had already twisted his thoughts... or at least that's what he wished to believe. In reality, as his muscles continued to twitch and expand underneath the bright red skin, which was shifting to darker hue with the absorption of power. He was really becoming a demon... and as his gaze shifted to the one in front of him, Steph was undergoing an even more monstrous mutation than he was. As Colt continued to thrust into his tailhole, the entire lower body of the creature had become a jet black steed, a nightmare demon whose hooves pawed at the ground while his thick cock bounced up against the barreled out chest. But as the last of the equine lower body filled out with muscle, the upper half was still in the midst of its hideous transformation. Every thrust sent tendrils of red spreading up his incredibly muscular torso, the washboard abs going from six to a ten-pack as the last of the human flesh shifted to bone. With Colt plowing into him, it caused Steph to let out a roar of pure ecstasy, and when it did, his entire head suddenly burst into flames. It was the culmination of power from Brent, someone that the still-growing demon had almost forgotten about until he felt something prod against his backside. It was time to finish this, Colt could feel Brent's intentions to finish the ritual... which involved the spilling of his seed. It appeared that his new master had a very specific place where he wished to do so, feeling the massive cock that came from the one behind him. Much like Steph, his torso remained relatively smooth, save for a patch of fur that ran down between his hardened pecs and down his spine, where it cascaded into the thick fur that ran down his lower body all the way to his hooves. Even though he wasn't as big as Colt was getting, the sheer aura that was coming from the creature behind him was overwhelming. "Yessss..." Brent hissed, plunging his cock into Colt's depths as he let out a low moan. "With the spilling of my seed, I cement my pact made with the dark abyss! Let our dark communion be fulfilled!" Colt was having a hard time comprehending anything that was being said as Colt's voice grew deeper with each syllable, his already protruding maw extending even further while fur cascaded down his cheeks. It was the final changes, the head of their new master twisting with demonic energies as he began to thrust hard into Colt's hardened backside. As the demon between the two continued to get thrust back and forth between the infernal companions, the blissful euphoria combined with the darkening thoughts that had continued to cloud his mind. Everything that he had held dear before, his grades, his classes, his future, it was all boiling away in the seas of corrupted lust shared by the three nightmareish creatures that remained. Whatever remained of the ritual was forgotten amid the grunts and the slapping of flesh against flesh as the profane ceremony reached its culmination. From the reflection in the stone slab, Colt could see his master finishing his transformation, the long horns corkscrewing up as the last of the black goat demon's visage materialized with the thick muscles tensing. The thick claws that adorned Brent's fingers dug into the crimson flesh of his commander's flanks, which didn't even pierce the thick hive as he was about to reach his climax. This was it, the last few thrusts that would seal their fates, and in response Colt squeezed his inner walls to make sure that it happened. The increased pressure on the massive shaft buried deep in his depths finally caused his former friend to hit orgasm, and Colt could feel more than just the transformed creature's seed bloating out his stomach. All three of them could feel the shift of power as soon as Brent had cum inside of his newest demon cohort. The candles had been blown out in the wave of power that had come from the completion of the ritual, and it had left them in complete darkness... until a soft glow began to radiate from the windows despite being covered up. As the three remained lodged inside one another they had to brace themselves against one another as the entire house suddenly shook, then once again more violently as the chorus of lust from below could be heard. "What a... beautiful melody," Brent said with a soft sigh, pulling his huge cock out of the taller demon and stretching his heavy arms. "Master, what is going on?" Colt said, the deep, reverberating tone rolling off his tongue that had extended far past his lips. "Where are we?" "The one place where a den such as ours could actually enjoy ourselves," Brent explained, his cloven hooves tapping on the ground as he walked over toward the black out curtains and pulled them back. Both Steph and Colt slowly walked over to see what had been revealed, seeing the blood red landscape forming around them as Brent chuckled. "You... are pulling us into the infernal realm..." "Actually, we're already here," Brent replied as the red light continued to permeate into the room, which revealed the cheap linoleum floor and walls had changed to obsidian and marble. "Also, as the president of this particular chapter, I used some of the power to create a few... upgrades. I don't think that any of you would mind." The other two demons merely nodded in approval, and as Colt stood there he could feel Steph brush his hindquarters against his groin once more. Their libido had not been satiated with the finishing of the ritual; instead it had done quite the opposite. But as the demon master moved through the much larger space towards the throne he had created for himself, he knew that there was much more that needed to be done. As his master's second in command, he was ready to do whatever it took as his heavy draconic feet slapped against the marble tile. "What do you wish of us, master?" Colt asked, continuing to bow his head to the goat-headed demons. "Gather the others," Brent replied as he sat down on his throne, stroking the fur on his chin. "I want to gaze upon my domain before we introduce ourselves to the infernal realm." As Colt turned and was about to head out of the door, hearing his master clear his throat caused him to turn around and glance at the grinning demon. "Lords only, the lesser demons can continue to enjoy the party and each other while we have ourselves a little meeting." Colt just nodded and continued to lumber forward, the thick serpentine tail wagging back and forth as he moved out of the grand doorway. The changes to the frat house had not just been confined to the president's room; everything was covered in obsidian and marble, sconces lighting the way and glinting off the polished stone. Despite the rather changes it still had a similar layout when it came to the bedrooms and such, though he surmised that the hierarchy of the frat structure would be far different when it came to them being demons. This time as Colt went down to the others he was greeted with reverence and respect, the demon lords knowing who their commander was instinctively. Most had finished with their fun with the imps, satyrs, and other lesser demons that had been their party guests, all of them content with their new lots in life. The former frat brothers especially were excited at the concept of being able to always indulge in their debased desires, the rictus smile that the commander had growing when he watched the large naga demon slither his way out from the pile of creatures that had been worshiping his new body. Despite everyone having been transformed into demons, it was quickly becoming clear to Colt that the frat house mentality had not left them. The joking and goofing around continued as they lumbered or slithered by, just without the limited inhibitions that kept things from going sexual. The identical hellhounds whispering in each of Colt's ear holes that they would finish what they started at the stairwell while grabbing his ass, with the major difference between that time and this one was that he grabbed both their butts back and responded that he was looking forward to it. The rest of the demon lords eventually filtered into the new throne room of their master, Brent looking out over his former frat brothers turned demon harem. Once Colt had made sure that everyone was in attendance, he walked up and stood next to the goat demon, putting his hands behind his back to put his heavily muscled body on display. "Gentlemen, I know that all of you have already embraced this new lifestyle," Brent said as he conjured a goblet full of wine. "It wasn't exactly a big leap to make you all into horny gay demons, was it?" There was a wave of rackous laughter that came from the group of assembled demons, and as Brent continued to look them all over he gestured towards Colt. "Colt will be your commander in charge while I'm away from the compound," Brent continued to explain. "I will have to talk to the one who made this all possible, which requires me to travel elsewhere in the infernal realm. I trust that you will all listen to him and get the house in order before my return." Though all the other demon lords snickered and cackled at that, the slightest of growls that came from Colt caused them all to stand up straight and at attention. Brent smirked and dismissed them all, telling them to enjoy their forms and those that they had brought down with them. The others quickly scattered to do what their master wanted, eventually leaving just Colt and Brent in the throne room. It took a moment for the room to empty, and once he was done Brent motioned for the other demon to get in front of him. "Don't worry, I'll keep them in line while you're gone," Colt assured. "I know you will," Brent replied, gesturing for him to kneel in front of him. "You were always the best of us, I did enjoy personally corrupting you. Now, before I go, why don't you show me just how devoted you really are to me." Colt's demonic eyes looked up at the goat-headed demon, then back down to the thick cock that was pointed right at him. His thick chest spread those furry thighs as a clawed hand started to pump the thick cock, and as he saw the demon master arching back slightly he stretched his maw and let his tongue unfurl. He wanted to show just how much he appreciated having this body, and as he coiled the slick appendage around the huge cock he could feel the pleasure radiating from the other man. Pleasing his master was causing his own kind of pleasure, and as Colt felt the lusts rising between them, things were only growing more heating between the two of them. As Colt continued to have his prehensile tongue coil down the throbbing shaft, he felt Brent's hands slide over the smooth skin of his head, sliding over the red flesh before gripping his horns. In the next second his cock was starting to get pushed into his new maw, feeling the heat radiating off the heavy appendage while it was pushed into his maw. Though his mouth was filled with sharp teeth, he was able to get slide effortlessly into him while his tongue squeezed around the base. It didn't take long before the flared head of it was pushing against the back of his throat, his demonic physiology allowing it to slide effortlessly inside as his muscles squeezed. The demon didn't take long before Brent was pumping his hips up into Colt, watching the huge creature's neck bulging out from his cock sliding into it. He could see the other man's maleness growing as well, throbbing between the two as he kept stroking that bald head. Having his friend kneeling before him and sucking him off was like a dream come true, and eventually he would have to get Steph to take his place. He imagined the nightmare centaur plowing him from behind, though his main focus was watching that stretched mouth sliding up and down on his shaft. Once they had gotten settled into a rhythm, Brent settled back in his throne and let his second-in-command continue to bob up and down on his shaft. He would have to leave soon, but he knew that his friend would be more than capable of holding down the fort while he met up with his master. He would likely be the one on his knees once he meets with them, but that was all worth it considering his current position. It was definitely the best Halloween ever...