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My Life is Super Profiles: The Lumberjacked

Designation: SDD-001b

Codename: The Lumberjacked

Height: Between 8' to a maximum of 10'9'' depending on species

Weight: Upwards from 400 lbs based on species

Eye Colour: Dull brown with yellow tinges on the outer rims of the iris.

Hair Colour: Variable but will always have red tinges at the end.

Species: Variable

Abilities: Incredible physical specimens, top physical condition. Skin/hide is impervious to conventional weaponry and blood seems to be made of some sort of thick, viscous luminescent liquid that constantly changes colour. This liquid repairs all damage made to the Lumberjacked almost instantaneously. Insatiable lust and seemingly ability to produce semen infinitely. Shares a seemingly telepathic and collective consciousness with one another.

Threat Index: 10

Power Class: S-Level

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Status: Active

Appearance: Depending on who or what the host the Lumberjacked was originally, will be an enhanced version of them. They will be of enormous stature and regardless of their species or previous body hair count, will develop thick matts of body hair on their chest, forearms and legs. They will also develop facial hair of varying styles.

Background: SDD-001b colloquially known as the Lumberjacked are enhanced versions of SDD-001a in many ways. They are much bigger, stronger and are practically invulnerable to damage and pain. Autopsies have revealed that their bodies have completely changed to contain and is entirely based off a multi-dimensional form of matter dubbed Corruptive Universal Matter (CUM) for it with the proper kind of stimulation, the substance can be used to do absolutely anything. This substance seems to be some sort of fundamental building block for all existence and can be reconfigured to the specifications of anyone with enough willpower and perhaps divine power. How it is produced or where it comes from is still up for debate but the Lumberjackeds' entire bodies are filled with it but it has become configured in such a way that it locks their bodies in their current state and even forgoes the need for nutrition. Of note is the lack of any digestive and respiratory system as well as a very rudimentary nervous system. It is curious to note that they do not possess a brain at all but instead have a collection of CUM. Everything else such as where their stomachs or lungs should be is merely reinforced muscle and bone. Their only vital organs and testicles which pumps CUM throughout their bodies. It is curious to note that each specimen of SDD-001b possesses a long, tentacle-like tongue emerging from their penises. It is theorised that this acts as a sort of grasping mechanism or perhaps like a sensory organ akin to a snake's tongue.

Interestingly, continued sexual stimulation of SDD-001b may produce long, serpentine creatures with a distinct phallic shape similar to blind worms. These creatures, hereby dubbed SDD-001d, seek out other hosts and implant themselves into the subjects and trigger the transformation into another SDD-001b. They enter the host through any available orifice from anal or nasal cavities, the mouth, ears and even the genitals or any open wounds. They are merciless in their attempt to find a new host.

How they came about is still a mystery but after the Operation Buzzsaw, AEGIS troops all over the globe have been encountering pockets of SDD-001b suddenly sprouting up. People have reported their friends and loved ones suddenly growing to enormous statures and expressing a desire to engage others in sexual intercourse, particularly other males. Even females have suddenly turned up as males and this has caused great alarm. However, these calls are quickly silenced as generally those that make them are immediately engaged by existing SDD-001b's and transformed into more. They are a self-perpetuating pandemic and it is unsure what their true purpose is but there is no doubt that they are bound to SDD-001.

Containment procedures have been put in place but without truly knowing what begins an outbreak, it is unsure how effective these procedures will be.

Analysis: The first instance of SDD-001b actually appearing was in Russia, particularly near Stalingrad in an outlying village. When calls began coming in from villagers that their friends and family had 'changed', it was first dismissed. Then when all contact from the village was cut off, Russian military officials were sent to investigate. They sent back images of villagers attacking them before the patrol was lost.

AEGIS was called in a short while later.

The villagers had indeed transformed but instead of being overly aggressive, they seemed to have collapsed all into a single pile of bodies constantly orgasming and connected by enlarged, prehensile almost tentacle-like penises. Many had even developed other penises that they used to connect to one another. Penile growths sprouted from their throats and even nipples. Pools of semen have been created all around their connected bodies. More recent species have even developed 'tongues' from their members which can be used to capture prey. Similarly, long serpentine creatures with a distinct penile shape aggressively sought out and attacked AEGIS troops. Powerful psychic compulsions are also emitted by what we have dubbed SDD-001c as this seems to be the natural evolution of SDD-001b. Though immobile, SDD-001c can expand its boundaries by tactically readjusting the collection of bodies that it is composed of.

Curiously, if more than one instance of SDD-001c exists within a certain range, both instances will extend a chain of bodies towards one another before eventually meeting. This amplifies their combined psychic powers exponentially, potentially drawing more people towards it and thus creating more bodies to join its form.

It is interesting to note that while drawing from no nutrition apart from the questionable nutritional value provided by the exchange of semen, SDD-001c does not need to feed and is impervious to weather conditions. Every extreme weather seems to do nothing to affect them from snow, blistering heat and even violent storms. They simply continue to reach out to anyone in their surroundings with their psychic powers and attempt to draw them into the pile, changing them physically through some unknown means and dampening their thoughts.

Brainwave analysis indicates that SDD-001c shares a sort of hive mind with all the individuals forming a unified consciousness, a sort of networked intelligence. The more individuals are joined to SDD-001c, the more powerful their psychic powers and in theory, the higher their brain power. However, due to the fact that they seem to be compelled to only create more of themselves, their intelligence is questionable.

It is theorised that this is merely a transitionary stage for a second evolution of SDD-001c and that a third stage, SDD-001e, is will occur when enough bodies have been joined into a singular pass. It is noted that the instances of SDD-001c that has been moved thanks to special psychic dampeners and heavy transports have made attempts to reach towards other instances regardless of distance. Though all instances are kept far apart from one another in the containment facility despite the psychic dampeners, they seem to gravitate towards one another regardless. It is theorised that their power extends past the physical plane and into the Astral plane as well.

Full alert is to be given to any staff that starts experiencing growth or a desire to join with SDD-001c and containment breaches are to be treated with the utmost severity.

It is curious to note that unlike SDD-001a, 001b and c's does not bend reality. Any changes are clearly evident in people and will raise alarm though generally, upon noticing such changes it is generally too late as 001b's and 001c's psychic powers will have already taken hold at that stage.

Further research is being continued.

Addendum : SDD-001bs seek to be 'completed' and seem to yearn to assimilate SDD-001a into their form. It is theorised that SDD-001c will form if this were to ever occur. It is imperative that SDP-001 be kept away from all instances of SDD-001c at all cost.

Addendum II: given the events that transpired at Maplehart College, SDP-001 is to be allowed access to all instances of SDD-001c as part of Operation Woodland Clean Up.

Secret Agent Shifter – The Woodsman

He was ready again.

After the last time he had done this, the Gaylord had to take a few days' rest. It was both mentally and physically exhausting to have the enormous golden shaft of the Sceptre of Man shoved into his ass for hours on end. Not only that, but his very consciousness, his soul was driven out of his body where it searched for the various beacons his men had set up all over the world. Projecting himself across the Astral Plane was… well, it was tiring but oh so good.

“Do it," the tiger growled.

Holy Mary bowed to him respectful and lifted the phallic shape of the Sceptre of Man. The golden shaft was embedded with a single white gem formed from the Lumberjack like a little droplet of cum that had slid down from its human-shaped slit. The Gaylord watched with barely contained excitement as his right hand man – or woman in this case – and personal assassin dripped lubricant all over the Sceptre's form and then levelled it towards his exposed ass.

The Gaylord leaned back. The straps that kept his legs up and his arms pinned to the bedposts were not out of some kinky fetish but necessity. Admittedly, it added a new dimension to this exercise but it was just for safety. The experience was excruciatingly pleasant and it often caused him to thrash about and flail in ecstasy. Any man would react the same way he did in his circumstance. But it could also dislodge the Sceptre from within him and that would break the connection. Having his astral form torn from the power of the Sceptre during the ritual was not a very wise idea.

So he had himself restrained.

“Are you ready, my lord?" Mary asked, the Sceptre hovering just an inch away from the Gaylord's ass.

“Yes," he breathed, his cock already fully out of his furry sheath and dripping with precum. “Do it. Do it now."

Mary pushed the Sceptre into him. Despite being made of gold, it was surprisingly warm. The heat was power and as it radiated through the Gaylord's body, the tiger found himself in indescribable bliss. His back arched, jaw falling slack. His bright, green eyes rolled into the back of his head. Every inch of his form was in the throes of pleasure, loud grunts rising from his throat and his cock blasting wads of precum all over his smooth, white belly fur.

As the Sceptre hilted into the tiger like many times before, the Gaylord's form suddenly went rigid. His consciousness expanded and suddenly, he could feel the touch of every man in the entire multiverse like they were tiny pinpricks on his body, each one blasting him with a surge of pleasure, drawing him in, beckoning him towards them. They were trillions upon trillions of little hooks desperately trying to pull him apart, trying to take a chunk of him for themselves.

Had it not been for the currently active beacon, he would have been ripped to shreds and dispersed throughout the Astral plane. His consciousness was drawn to Canada, particularly to Toronto; to Maplehart College. There, he found the beacon where it rested in the pocket of one Liam Robinson.

With a grin, the Gaylord took in his surroundings. Everything was grey, muted. The teacher's lounge looked so dull and boring. Liam, a 5'10'' human with dirty blonde hair, a thick set of square glasses and standing like a twig in the wind was making coffee. Only he stood out brightly amongst the Spartan grey of the world around him. Such a bright, dazzling beacon that drew in the Gaylord.

He allowed Liam's essence draw him in. He wrapped his ethereal paws around the man's frame, gently running his tongue along the pencil-like neck, tasting the human's essence as the mathematics professor idly made his coffee. There was no stopping the Sceptre of Man's power from then on. The moment contact was made, the Sceptre's power began pouring into the professor's body, using the Gaylord as a conduit.

The Gaylord eagerly let himself flow into Liam. His flesh became the human professor's, nerves becomes his, bones, every blood vessel, muscle, hair follicle becoming his own. It was like wearing Liam's entire body like a coat that was too tight for him. It was warm, snuggly and very comfortable. Though as Liam moved, the Gaylord found himself being constricted all the more. The essence, the very soul of the human was slowly crushing him, trying to absorb him. It made the supervillain laugh inwardly. Whether he knew it or not, the mathematics professor was trying to defend himself against the foreign presence.

But with the power of the Sceptre of Man, the Gaylord wasn't too worried. He let himself get a little more comfortable as the walls of Liam's soul began pressing down upon him. The Gaylord smiled inwardly before ripping open the floodgates. The power of the Sceptre of Man began flooding through him, the perfect conduit for the raw masculinity that the artefact offered. Using the Essence of Man crafted from the Lumberjack, the Sceptre channelled its amazing powers through the Astral Plane, into the Gaylord and from the Gaylord directly into Liam's body.

The mathematics professor gagged loudly and immediately dropped the coffee cup he was holding. Steaming hot coffee splattered across the floor, porcelain shattering all over the place with a crash. The blonde haired man doubled over, face struck with a look of shock and surprise. The Sceptre's power was taking over and through the Gaylord desires, Liam was being shaped and altered. His hands immediately went towards his crotch where his hands immediately fumbled for the fly of his slacks. A loud moan rose from his throat and his fingers gripped the rims of his slacks. With a cry, he tore the fabric clean off to reveal the sizeable tent in his white briefs, precum already staining the peak.

Liam fell to his knees, the muscles all over his body undulating and shifting like he was being massaged from inside. The Gaylord always enjoyed this part and the sensation was amazingly addictive.

Bit by bit, thick veins began growing all over Liam's body. It always started from the crotch and as the mathematics professor desperately panted and stared at his raging erection with a mix of confusion and lust, his member surged upwards. The slightly bent dick overwhelmed its former five and a half inch limit and grew to an incredible nine inches with no signs of stopping. Liam immediately seized his growing dick and pulled it out of his briefs. Much to his surprise, the cut dick began morphing and shifting. It pulsated like some thick, fleshy worm and with every little movement, thick, angry, purple veins crawled along its throbbing length. Thick wands of precum began pouring out of the tip. Completely of its own accord, the skin from his cut flesh began sliding back over his thick glands, consuming it like a hungry beast. As if not to be swallowed by the monster, his dick surged further outwards, pushing past the limits of his new uncut length and gaining another inch of length. Liam watched in absolute shock and surprise as his member was stimulated from without him touching it whatsoever. His hands hovered on the sides of his growing member, so tantalisingly eager to touch the length but paralysed by lust. His new foreskin continued to slide back and forth over his cock like a hungry demon licking its lips.

Those thick veins crawled down from the length of his member towards the base of his crotch. There, they touched his testicles. A loud groan rose from his throat, his head arching back with wild thrusts. Each testicle suddenly felt so heavy and they became swollen and engorged. All his seed and indeed what made him human was being eaten away by his balls as their purpose was rewritten. The orbs lost their egg-like shape and became completely spherical with thick tubes leading directly up to his cock. His seed was immediately reconstituted into a strange, thick, non-Newtonian liquid. Some of the substance began seeping up the length of his still-growing member. It constantly shifted through all the colours of the spectrum as it dripped down onto the floor.

The pulsating veins that pushed up against his skin became channels which began tearing down the mortal cells that made his body and began replacing them with a strange liquid. They replaced his mass, solidifying and changing his very body seamlessly and building upon it. The matter that was slowly being eaten away was pumped into his balls only to be converted into more of the liquid.

More, as the substance began building on his mass, his stature began to morph and shift. The veins travelled up his flat stomach, pushing into his abdominal muscles. One by one, each of his abs began pushing up against his skin, growing into huge cinderblocks of muscle so painfully maintained that they looked about ready to tear his skin asunder and each one as big as his hand. His bellybutton all but disappeared into their folds before vanishing completely; such a perfect specimen had no need for such a useless artefact of human birth.

Liam groaned and toppled forward, falling onto his hands and knees. Every muscle in his body clenched blissfully like his entire body was an enormous dick just on the precipice of orgasm. The veins travelled up his torso, seeping across his back and pushing out his lats, each one like a huge wing that tapered down towards his waist. His pectorals swelled, his nipples growing to large, plump discs of meat that spearheaded the tear in his shirt. Loud ripping noises filled the teacher's lounge and he shrugged off the remnants of his shirt. His traps grew and throbbed, practically melding his neck with his torso.

The veins travelled down his arms, eating away at bone and replacing them with the more powerful version provided by the odd liquid. His biceps grew and throbbed with the beat of his powerful heart. The dense veins stood permanently pressed up against his flesh even as it crawled down towards his arms and turned his forearms into massive pistons of pure muscle and power. Bones momentarily snapped as they were consumed by the process but then surged outwards, giving him huge, hands capable of crushing a man's head in a single grip.

Liam's eyelids began slowly closing as the veins seeped ups his neck, over his face and into his brain. The process eagerly devoured his grey matter, ridding the transforming man of the vulnerability of emotion, free will and rational thought. Bit by bit, his brain shrunk and a dumb, almost goofy look crossed his face as his entire existence became consumed by lustful pleasure and primal instincts. What filled the empty space of his skull instead was a thick collection of the shifting liquid designed specially to maintain his body.

But such a simple system couldn't maintain a complex living creature so some redundant organs needed to be disposed of. The skeletal structure remained and with the power of the Sceptre of Man, it grew bigger and bigger, transforming Liam into a towering nine foot monster with tree trunk legs and feet that could no longer fit in any shoe size regardless of species. His heart remained, in fact it grew bigger and stronger to keep the flood of the serum known as CUM throughout his entire body, constantly cycling it to keep him permanently in his current physical state. Liam shuddered as his chest suddenly heaved. For a second, he gasped and choked as his lungs collapsed upon themselves and pure CUM-infused muscle took their place. His body quickly adapted and no longer required oxygen. His stomach and intestines clenched as they hardened into a solid mass of bone and muscle making his entire torso like a solid block of steel.

The grin on his face grew as his anal cavity started twisting and winding its way straight towards his balls. A single canal allowed excess CUM to flood out between his thick buns of steel. He quivered in delight as the transformation reached its final stages. Dense, blonde hairs began creeping up all over his body. Light as they were, most of his naked form just appeared to have a light aura of gold. The hair, however, grew dense across his chest. A carpet of blonde hairs crossed his enormous pectorals and covered his forearms.

Liam's eyelids fluttered as his CUM reserves began to reach the limits of his storage capacity. He threw his head back and let out a loud, guttural cry. The luminescent, shifting liquid pumped out of his dick in thick, powerful bursts. His body heaved as the bestial animal that he had become rutted wildly and poured the dense fluids all around him, forming gelatinous clumps wherever they landed.

The mathematics professor panted heavily as sweat glistened off his massive, hairy body. A smile crossed his features. A loud, slurping noise emerged from his dick. A long, pink length of flesh emerged from his piss slit, lapping up the last bits of CUM that had dripped out around him. With his eyelids partially closed, he just let his member do its thing as the tongue slowly probed his surroundings. It recoiled momentarily when it found the handle of his shattered mug. It tasted the coffee that had been splattered on it and then, recognising that it was harmless, wrapped itself around the piece. It dragged the shard towards his huge, cock that was now as thick as his own arm. The handle was dragged into his dick where it slipped down into his testicles. There, the CUM factories worked to deconstruct the matter, transforming it into more CUM for him to use. He let out a loud guttural noise and at long last, his eyes opened. The bright, intelligent blue was gone. In its place was a dull brown permanently glazed over by the haze of lust and with the edges of his irises tinged with flecks of gold.

He was now a Lumberjacked.

Throughout it all, the Gaylord had ridden the transformation alongside Liam. He was panting wildly both in the Astral Plane and within his physical body. The exhaustion of orgasm consumed him but Liam was now a tireless, primal beast with only one desire.

“Holy shit!" came a startled cry from behind him.

Liam stood up and turned. In the doorway stood one of his fellow teachers. The huge Lumberjacked could no longer recall who he was but it no longer mattered. With a savage, hungry grin, his secondary tongue lashed out and seized the scrawny professor around the waist, dragging him with the force of a whip into his arms. Liam wrapped his huge arms around the man and pressed their lips together.

With that mere contact, the Gaylord's essence was transferred from his hulking host into the other man.

And the process began again.

******

Caleb Hale knocked against the metal frame and peered inside. “Hey Doc. How's things?"

Alphonse Newman looked up at the lean black and white wolf standing at the doorway. The hunched shark gave him a wry smile and looked down at the large specimen of male in front of him. The guy was simply huge that AEGIS needed to build an examination table just for him. Once an otter by the name of Klaus Cramp from Germany, he had now been transformed into a creature colloquially called the 'Lumberjacked'. At an enormous ten feet tall, the monster of an otter had arms as thick as Caleb's legs and a chest that could easily fit the wolf within its enormous chest cavity. Even unconscious, the beast's huge cock was constantly pumping a thick, viscus liquid that constantly shifted colours, reminding Caleb of the substance he had found in Paul's base. There was a loud gurgling noise emerging from the otter's mango-sized balls.

“As well as you can expect, Shifter," answered the doctor, pulling down his face mask. “The subject is completely and utterly immune to any sort of invasive examination. His fur and skin is so tough that even diamond-edged scalpels can't cut through it!" He nodded towards the large penis pump that was siphoning the serum known as CUM out. “Even under the stasis field, the subject continues to produce more of this CUM wantonly."

Caleb took a moment to examine the huge otter's form. Even when he had been transformed by Paul's powers, he had never reached such an immense size. He had to admit to being a little jealous of the well-proportioned, handsome, hairy features of the man before him but his gut also twisted and knotted at the memory of just how dangerous these guys were. “Did you learn anything though?"

“From what data I could extract from the Paul's base? Yes," Al said, patting the otter's thick wall of abdominals. “From my attempted examination? Little. They have no stomach, no lungs, not internal organs whatsoever except for a heart. They don't even have a brain. It seems that they live solely on this Corruptive Universal Matter substance that the mastermind behind this pandemic has created."

“Wait… so they live solely on 'CUM'?" Caleb tried not to laugh given the gravity of the situation but the absurdity of the acronym was just hilarious.

“I don't make up the names, Caleb," Newman replied gravely.

“Right. Sorry." He took a moment to process Newman's words and collect himself. “So they're made out of CUM?"

The shark sighed softly and nodded. “In place of their lungs, there is just a solid wall of bone and muscle like their ribs had closed in entirely and formed a protective cage around their heart. Instead of intestines and organs in the abdominal area, there is a dense layer of muscle and flexible bone plates that can shift and change position like joints."

All humour left Caleb. “And their brain?"

“Utterly replaced by a CUM concoction that seems to move their bodies somehow. They're completely primal and have basic animalistic intelligence thanks to this gel but apart from that, no personality, incapable of forming memories or relationships. For all intents and purposes…"

“They're like big muscle zombies…"

Alphonse chuckled mildly and gave the wolf a nod. “That's one way of putting it."

He turned around and began tapping away at a console. The image of a large pile of bodies, fur and human alike, coiled in ecstasy and connected by lone tentacle-like cocks was showed on screen. They were suspended in their own cum, hovering in a deep pool of the sticky substance that constantly shifted colours. Occasionally, there would be a long pink serpent with a distinct, pointed head that would sliver across the surface before dipping back into the muck. As they watched, one of the men coiled within the mass pulled free from the mass, arching his back and letting out a loud, primal roar, a cry of orgasm. The human convulsed multiple times as he no doubt hit orgasm after orgasm. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as a long, thick, veiny appendage launched from his lips; another dick. It splattered the slimy CUM a vast distance, reaching the far end of the containment cell before. Then he shrank back into the roiling mass like he was being dragged back by some demonic force.

“Fuck me…" Caleb rumbled. “I know I'm a slut and all but that…" He shook his head in disgust. “That's just messed up."

“It is indeed," Alphonse sighed miserably. “And the sad thing is, there is nothing we can do for them…"

“Can't Sam…?"

The shark shook his head sadly. “Sadly, no. Sam's ability to change people back from their lumberjack state seems to only extend to those who were changed by Paul and the initial extraction process. Paul's former henchmen and our fellow AEGIS agents have all been turned back but he can't turn these people back." He gestured at the slumbering otter. “This isn't some dimensional displacement. It's… something else."

“What is it?"66

The doctor ran a webbed hand down his conical muzzle. There were heavy bags under his eyes and he looked miserably exhausted. Ever since instances of the Lumberjacked began appearing all over the world, AEGIS was getting stretched thin trying to contain them. Though these 'pandemics' tended to be localised and quickly contained, governments all over the worlds were getting cautious and so were supers.

It also didn't give them much time to target the next person that could possibly be on the list who would form the 'core' of the Essence of Man. Paul had been trying to contact his colleagues in the Working Men, the Foreman and Courier but with little luck. They seemed to have dropped off the grid and his attempts to scout out their former hideouts were met with little success.

“As far as I can tell," Doc Newman said, “someone is somehow converting these poor souls into beings of pure CUM and then using that substance to transform them completely into the hulks that you now see before you. How it's first introduced into their system or how it's forged in such a way, I'm not sure."

Caleb ran his eyes over the slumbering otter's immense, muscled form. He paid particular attention to thick layers of blonde hair that covered the mustelid's chest, arms and legs and the dense sideburns he wore. “It's the Sceptre of Man, isn't it?"

“We believe so." Alphonse rested a hand against the examination table. “They're all transforming into pretty much the same template; a lumberjack. However, neither Sam nor the tomes he's come up with has any knowledge or history of the Sceptre being used in such a fashion. From what we understand, the Sceptre should be used to pull people from dimension to dimension not…" He sighed and waved a hand absently over his shoulder at the screen behind him. “Not this…"

“And there's no way of changing them back…?"

“They've been transformed completely and entirely into these… CUM monsters," answered the shark wearily. “There's no way to trace who they were and CUM is completely invulnerable to manipulation from any known technology. We can't change them back…"

Despite what was effectively a big slab of juicy otter meat in front of him, Caleb found no arousal in the hunk forcibly put into stasis in front of him. This was… disturbing. Another roar came from the writhing mass of bodies and tentacles on screen, the cry sounding like a thousand voices all shouting all at once. Were they even really feeling the ecstasy of orgasm? Or was that just a reaction? Were they honestly cumming or just secreting more of the CUM?

“I'm going to see Sam," he announced. “Take care of yourself, Doc. You look like you could use some rest."

“We all do." He gave Caleb a wry smile. “You look just as exhausted, Shifter."

“Hunting these things down and dragging them all the way back to the containment chambers isn't very easy, Doc."

He turned and bid Doc Newman farewell before dragging himself down the hallway. Exhaustion was threatening to drop him there and then on the floor. Having just returned from another containment mission, he was ready to fall asleep. As a soldier, however, he knew he couldn't go to sleep quite yet.

A few doors down, he came to Sam's research room which Director Sanchez had given him explicitly for the purpose of discovering the location of the Sceptre of Man, the origins of CUM and how to counteract it. As the doors slid open, Caleb was once again struck by the stark contrast of the room in comparison to the rest of the base. Everything was completely white from the walls, ceiling and floor. Even the furniture that Sam had was completely white. The only thing that wasn't utterly colourless were the books that were placed in bookshelves all around him.

“No matter how many times I come in here, I'm still surprised by how this place looks," he admitted, striding into the room.

Sam looked up from the desk where he was poring over a deep green book. “Little pocket dimension I made for myself. Here my powers are little less restricted but I still can't use them to their fullest or I'll break all of reality."

“I've been wondering about that." He leaned against the desk. “Can't you just go full-on god-mode or something and smack whoever is doing this?"

“I could. But then there'd be an enormous tear in the fabric of reality itself as I did so and it could rend this entire multiverse to shreds. I'd stop whoever is making this mess but at the same time, I'd probably kill everyone in it."

Caleb pursed his lips. “You can't… I dunno, work around that rule?"

Sam leaned back in his chair and sighed. He had his own bags under his eyes and he rubbed them lightly. “I've been trying to figure out a way to do exactly that. But sadly, every reality is different and the rules from one world will not necessarily apply to another. Here, chains holding together existence are tenuous at best and all interconnected. If I used my full powers to even rip one person from the universe, erase them completely, I could erase every instance of them from across the multiverse and that tear could spread. I'd be erasing them, memories of them, their future children and decedents and so far and so on. It'd start a chain reaction that could… You know." He sighed heavily. “Things were much easier when we still had the Ultimate Seal holding everything together…"

“Yeah…" he replied grimly. “I get it. I think."

The blonde-haired wolf gave him a wry smile. “I know that look. You're asking yourself why that is. Why the links between people across the multiverse are so hard and why if removing one will cripple the entire cosmos." He crossed his arms behind his head, resting against his paws. “The Creator started with one universe initially with a singular purpose but then began to wonder what would things be like if something else happened. What would happen if this super was bad instead of good? What would happen if this meteorite had crashed here instead of there? What would happen if dinosaurs ruled instead of furs and humans? It was out of those 'what if' scenarios that the other realities were created.

“In some realities, time and space is linear. There is no such thing as 'infinite possibilities' and everything just progresses in a straight line. Others branch out constantly with every possible significant choice made. The Creator, however, decided to make it a little more organised and created universes based entirely on scenarios she wanted explored. Not every choice makes a new reality but those that do are still bound to the original choice made, to the original person. From there, they progress linearly until she sees another choice that she wants to explore all possibilities."

“So it's kind of like a videogame with a branching storyline, huh?"

Sam laughed softly. “Yeah. Same basis but different outcomes."

“So say I'm the protagonist and I could either go one way or another, if you removed me from the equation…"

“I'd be removing the possibilities of those realities based on your choice entirely, yes."

“Fuck…"

“Yeah…" Sam took a deep breath and let it out slowly. He leaned back towards his book with a frown. “And that's where the problem lies. CUM seems to be all possibilities in this reality rolled into one. Or rather the building blocks of this reality. Someone is controlling it and using it to change people but not reality itself. In people's minds they're same until they fully transform and others can register the changes in people. The victims know what happening to them and then lose themselves to the CUM."

Caleb shuffled from one foot to the other. “I dunno about you, Sam, but that seems far more fucking horrifying that what Paul was doing…"

“It is." Sam ran his finger across the time. “Even the Creator doesn't know how anyone is capable of reducing someone into this state and then reforging them into something that defies all logic." He waved at the books around him. “I've been running around trying to find every scrap on the subject but no one seems to have ever seen anything like it in this reality." He held his head in both paws, looking dejected. “The Lumberjacked don't eat, they don't breathe but somehow they're fully capable of producing more CUM and maintaining their mass. It defies the very laws of reality. It's like they're immortal. I fear what that means for the stability of this existence…"

“What do you mean?"

Sam looked up towards him with a frown. “Honestly? I don't know either. I'm just scared that if this entire universe gets reduced to CUM… well… what's stopping it from spreading across the entire multiverse? How will it affect the interdimensional counterparts of the victims?"

“Won't the gods take offense to that?"

“Do you think even they could do anything against the very fundamental force of creation?"

Caleb gulped. “You're painting a fucking grim picture there, Sam."

“The situation is grim." The black wolf shook his head. “Sorry. Exhaustion is getting to me. How was your mission?"

“As good as you'd expect. It was just a small village in Africa so it didn't get too far. Paul is taking this all a little hard."

“You might want to talk to him," Sam suggested. “I have a feeling that seeing how the Lumberjacked are based on Paul's template, he might have some very confusing emotions running through his mind right now."

Caleb nodded in agreement. “Yeah, that might be a good idea. Thanks Sam."

******

On the other side of campus, tiny little Ulrich Weisschester found himself shoved into a smelly, cramped locker. He had thought that the moment he had come to college as an anatomy major, his days of being bullied and thrown into lockers amongst musky jockstraps and football gear were over. Sadly, Maplehart forced all anatomy students to participate in the athletics of the school even if it was as the guy who cleaned up the locker rooms after the team had finished football practice.

“Stay in there ya mane-less, faggot!" laughed Dylan Coots, a tall, lean human with perfect chocolate brown skin and a winning smile. His partner in crime was a guy whose surname Ulrich never bothered to remember but he knew the tall lemur's name was Kevin. Both of them were receivers for the team and had taken to bullying Ulrich for one reason or another. Maybe because they weren't as big as the others guys, the only way they could ever prove their masculinity was by bullying someone.

Ulrich grimaced as he struggled in the cramped locker that had become like a second home to him throughout his semester. He had been shoved in here so many times that it sickened him that he was starting to become rather comfortable with it. But imprisonment in lockers was something he was used to since middle school. What hurt was the name 'mane-less'. As a lion without a man, not even a fleck of one, it was a blow to his identity as a male whenever someone called him on it.

It was embarrassing and it made him cry a little. He fought to keep his sobs from being too loud. If his bullies heard him, they'd prolong his incarceration. But as quiet as he tried to make himself, the little noise called out through the Astral Plane and beckoned to a certain malevolent soul. The Gaylord found Ulrich, felt his plight through the waves of the ethereal dimension and was instantly drawn to the young man's dire need for raw masculinity.

Vulnerable and alone, Ulrich had no way of defending himself from the power of both the Gaylord and the Sceptre of Man. The feline's sobs suddenly stopped, choking in his throat as his dick pulsed to life. His eyes widened in surprise with the sudden emergence of his member from his sheath. Squashed in the locker, he could do nothing to appease the growing monster from his crotch. He could only buck his hips ever so slightly as the raw, pink flesh of his barbed dick pushed up against his khaki shorts, tending the fabric obscenely. The tube of flesh continued to grow bigger and bigger until he could feel it straining against his shorts. Ulrich's eyelids fluttered and his mouth fell open, ragged, guttural gasps rising from his throat.

Thick veins began worming their way up from his crotch, seeping into his balls and meticulously crafting his testicles into factories for CUM. The very matter that made ups his physical form was viciously and hungrily converted into the gelatinous, glowing substance. The fabric around his shorts began to tear at the seams as those very same thick veins began travelling down his scrawny thighs. Muscle, bone and carbon-based life was converted into a new CUM-based matter. Muscle stronger than titanium yet as flexible as carbon fibre wrapped around solid bones built like solid steel load-bearing poles. His quads tore right through his shorts as they inflated and made the cramped locker so much smaller. His knees were pushed towards his chin with every inch that he grew. His claws jut out of his toes, permanently drawn and shooting through his sneaker until nothing was left of them buy shreds. Dense, brown hair rolled down his thighs and calves like a wispy second coating over his hard-packed, lean muscles.

With the integrity of his shorts broken, only his underwear held back the monster that was his ever-growing dick. The elastic held on stubbornly over the immense eleven inch mound. Still unable to move, however, his body sought another way to remove the pesky restraint. A long, slick lance of flesh pushed out from his urethra. The slick tongue covered in CUM deftly gripped the band of his briefs and pulled them away so that his dick could finally grow to its full lengths. With the freedom came the rush of euphoria that flooded the rest of his body.

Ulrich arched his back, his muscles grinding against the walls of the locker, warping the steel. His chest grew bigger and bigger, useless organs being transformed into pure muscle and bone turning him into a towering, unstoppable behemoth. As his chest bulged out, his heart broadened, easily adapting to its new role in pumping CUM throughout his body. The luminescent substance permeated his very pores, pushing dark brown hair past his tawny pelt to form a thick bush over his mountainous chest and crushing forearms.

The locker could no longer hold him and with a tremendous roar, Ulrich burst free of the metallic confines to the shock and horror of those in the locker room. The once puny, mane-less lion stood at a towering ten feet tall, head nearly brushing up against the ceiling. He caught sight of Dylan and Kevin and the urge for vengeance cut through the lust haze if only for a moment. He seized them both in his big, meaty paws and shoved their stunned, gaping lips against his big, plump nipples pushing through the layer of brown chest hair. They struggled and it only stimulated him more, his cock pumping out CUM like a fountain.

His revenge sated, Ulrich let himself go to the desire, unwittingly dropping the last barriers that held him back from becoming one of the Lumberjacked. His eyes glazed over and his head twisted from side to side like someone was trying to forcible examine every inch of his skull. Veins crawled up his nearly non-existent neck, seeping over his features and into his brain. His long, brown hair that he kept back in a ponytail grew out, becoming rougher, more ragged and spreading all across his jawline. It seeped down his neck and joined with his chest hair, at long last forming the perfect mane for such a manly lion.

The newly formed Lumberjacked threw his head back and let out a tremendous roar, his cock leaping in jock and splattering CUM all over the locker rooms. Stunned football players, half dressed and some fully naked as they emerged from the showers were sprinkled by the corruptive substance and they just stared wide-eyed as the janitor hulked out in front of them.

But it was far from over.

Right before their eyes, Dylan and Kevin moaned in tandem as the Gaylord reached out towards them and flooded them with his power. Both men ripped off their pants, revealing their engorged dicks that moments later burst with a shower of glowing, gelatinous goo. Their new tongue lashed from the tips of their growing members, eagerly wrapping around Ulrich's tree trunk legs and tasting every inch of the lion's sweaty body. Their own shapes grew rapidly, tearing right out of their remaining clothing and all letting out a tremendous cry as they too become Lumberjacked, the mortals that they had once been fading entirely in a shower of colourful cum.

For each cry they unleashed, a three more moans rose from the gathered crowd as one by one, each of those in the locker room began their own violent, irresistible transformations. Ulrich, Dylan and Kevin had no sense of self anymore. All forms of rivalry, hatred, weakness and insecurity were thrown aside. All that was left was a need to spread their gift, to make more of the Lumberjacked and to had themselves filled with as many dicks as possible. They didn't care who they shoved their cocks into whether it be one another or one of the others still left mortal. The dual desires to orgasm and be filled clashed within them, becoming their entire beings and their only reason for living.

There was no order.

Just sex.

Their desires reached a bursting point and their large, muscled, hairy, sweaty bodies clashed violently against one another in their throes of lust. Entire lockers were bent out of shape was might hands gripped them for support. Shower stalls exploded with the roiling of tremendous bodies. Benches shattered against the weight of two or more heaving bodies feverously mating. Those who tried to see what the commotion was all about were quickly dragged into the caucus, soon transforming themselves.

As dicks were pushed into asses and cocks erupted with more of the colour-shifting goo, a strange transformation too place. The flood of CUM shot through the anal cavity of the bottoming Lumberjacked, following the new canal straight to the engorged testicles. There, the CUM factories overflowed with the mutagen, twisting and roiling as it solidified the CUM into a long, serpentine shape with even less intelligence than the Lumberjacked. This writhing eel instantly shot up the tremendous length of the Lumberjackeds and came shooting out in a burst of CUM. The pink, flesh beast flopped onto the ground, writhing and twisting before quickly slithering across the CUM-covered floor; searching for anyone, anything that was not yet turned.

And throughout it all, the Gaylord rode every transformation like one would a series of waves; laughing gleefully as he felt everything they felt, orgasmed with them, grew with them, kissed, sucked and fucked with them.

This was his heaven.

******

SDD-001c.

Codenamed 'Lumber Pile'.

It was the designation and name given to what was effectively a collection of Lumberjacked merged together at their cocks, constantly writhing in sex and spewing more and more CUM and CUM-Worms – SDD-001d. They were swimming in CUM. The thick, gelatinous fluid filled up the huge 50x50x50 metre containment chamber. The mass of 001c was suspended within. Excess CUM was carefully filtered out for study.

Paul Booyan stood behind a thick, reinforced glass panel, watching the undulating mass from a respectable distance. The towering former supervillain had a deep frown on his ursine face. He didn't even notice Caleb until he was right beside him.

“Pretty fucked up, isn't it?" the wolf asked.

Paul turned to him, soft brown eyes filled with surprise and then regret. “Yeah…" There was a tablet in his massive paws and he handed it to Caleb. “More fucked up was Sam's interview with one of them."

“Sam interviewed them?"

“One of the Lumberjacked that hadn't been integrated into a Lumber Pile yet."

Caleb brought the pad towards himself and played the video on it. There, Sam sat opposite to one of the immense Lumberjacked, a big hairy human with shaggy black hair.

“Tell me who you are."

The Lumberjacked just grunted at him. Without warning, the creature opened his mouth wide and another cock came shooting out between his lips. It shot Sam with CUM.

“Legion is immune to the shit," Paul rumbled. “He's not from our universe so he doesn't get affected by it."

“Fucking asshole!"

The voice was familiar and an image of Paul suddenly came out of from behind a camera and slammed a fist into the chained and restrained Lumberjacked. The man regarded Paul with wide eyes and began madly bucking and thrusting in his direction. It was the first time that Caleb noticed that Paul had a bandage around his paw.

“You're hurt," he said.

“It was like fucking a fucking mountain," the bear rumbled.

Sam beckoned Paul back even as the Lumberjacked splattered the bear with CUM. “Let's try a different approach."

“It's no use, Legion. This thing is an animal."

“An animal that seems to react strongly to you." Sam got up from his seat and approached the Lumberjacked. Despite the black wolf being so close, the hulking man's eyes were directly on Paul. “Let's see if this'll work…" He pressed a paw against the man's neck and closed his eyes. A moment later, he grunted and bared his fangs.

“Sam!"

“Hang on," said the wolf, holding up a paw. “I see… Hunger. No… Desire. He wants to feel the bliss of orgasm. Endlessly. At the same time, he wants to be stuffed with as many penises as possible. He feels… empty. Like something is missing from every orgasm he has. It feels good but he knows it could be better… He wants…"

Sam opened his eyes and staggered back, suddenly losing his balance. Paul caught him.

“He wants to be made whole."

Like a raving lunatic, the Lumberjacked just kept thrashing and trying to free himself from his restraints, throwing himself at Paul.

Paul took the tablet back from Caleb and the smaller wolf looked up at the bear curiously. “He wants to be made whole?"

“Yeah…" Paul rumbled, staring up at the Lumber Pile through the glass. “All these poor bastards were made using me as a template. They're all Lumberjacks. But they're incomplete. They're not…"

“You."

The bear was silent.

Caleb realised the cause of the former villain's distress. “You're blaming yourself, aren't you? Whoever did this took you as a template and made these people into lookalikes like you. But it's imperfect. You think that if you hadn't existed…"

“I've never been one to feel guilty over shit, Hale," Paul snarled between his fangs. “I'm a fucking supervillain. I've extorted, blackmailed and fucking killed and not once have I ever felt guilty. You wanna know why?"

He was a little scared of the answer but still asked. “Why?"

“Because those assholes chose to get in my way. Anyone who gets in my way knows they'll get their heads smashed in." Then his eyes softened and he turned back towards the Lumber Pile. “But these bastards… They were nowhere near me. They had nothing to do with me. But there they are. Fucking mocking me. Telling me that these guys are my victims. They became like this because of me."

“Holy Mary –"

“No, damnit!" Paul roared. He slammed a fist against the glass and Caleb flinched, fearing that it would break. The window held. “It wasn't her! I fucking accepted her offer. It was me that turned these fuckers into that shit! I was the one that got my men hooked up into those fucking tubes and turned them into guys like me! One guy like me doesn't make an Essence of Man! I led them into doing that!"

Strangely… Caleb began to laugh. The mirthful tenor got Paul's angry eyes swinging towards him. “Sorry," he chuckled. “I just find it funny that a supervillain would be feeling remorse over some civilians. I would've thought you'd be thrilled that you're contributing to some sort of weird gay invasion of the world."

“I never wanted to take over the world! I never wanted to be gay!"

“Really?"

Paul snorted angrily at him and turned back towards the Lumber Pile. “No. Not all supervillains what to rule the fucking world. Some of us think the world is pretty fucked up already. We're just there to stake our claim so and live the rest of our lives out in luxury without anyone smashing down our doors."

Caleb leaned against the rim of the viewing window. Those little cock snakes swimming about in the viscous, opaque liquid began beating themselves against the window trying to get to him. “Is that what you wanted? Just a place to call your own where you could chop wood without anyone bothering you?"

It took a moment for the bear to reply. “Honestly? I dunno. Seems stupid now that I say it out loud but that's what I want now. I don't know if it's because of what the Sceptre did to me or if it's something I really want." He snorted derisively and shook his head. “Couldn't believe there was someone out in the multiverse more 'lumberjack' than me. But then we merged and now…"

“You're gay."

“And I want to cut down trees forever," rumbled Paul. He glanced towards Caleb. “You know I've been visiting the Lumberyard."

Caleb cocked his head to the side, ears perked. “Really?"

“Yeah. While you and Lance are out containing my…" The bear's bright, brown eyes turned towards the tank filled with the ever-shifting mass. “… my kids. Sam and I were trying to see if there was some way the Lumberyard was connected to these poor fucks. I can only really go there when I'm asleep and even then, I think it's only my mind or soul or some shit. Body stays here."

“Think I can visit some time?"

Paul shrugged. “I dunno. Maybe. Sam can follow me through but I never took anyone else." He let out a heavy sigh and lowered his gaze. “In there, there's all the trees I can chop down. But it's missing… missing company."

Caleb remained silent, his ears folding back a little.

“I'd take you away from this shit, you know," Paul rumbled. “You and Lance. If we could, we could leave this place. Leave this world. Go to the Lumberyard and live our lives happily ever after. Fuck the world. Fuck whoever is doing this. Just the three of us. Just like back then."

The shapeshifting wolf gave Paul a wry smile. “I know. And I'm tempted. But you know I can't."

Paul looked like he was having his heart broken. “Yeah… Yeah I know."

Caleb stepped towards him and rested his head against Paul's mighty chest, arms curling around the burly bear's wide torso. “I love you, Paul. Just as much as I love Lance. You're part of me. I can't forget that time, no matter how brief, of when I was your adoptive son and… well… You know." He chuckled softly. “It wasn't our reality but it was a reality and I loved it. I can't let go of that." It took a monumental effort and felt like he was pulling his skin off, but he pulled himself away from Paul. “But you and I both know that there's a seriously fucked up guy somewhere out there that's screwing with this world. We can't retire to the Lumberyard while he's going at it."

“Why not?" Paul pleaded.

“Because he's got the Sceptre of Man. There are other instances of you out there. Other versions of me. For all you know, he could end up dragging us from the Lumberyard, turning us into whatever he wants. Turning us into one of them." He gestured at the pool. “If we don't stop him here, in our world, he could change us into whatever world we go into."

The former supervillain let out a gruff laugh and wrapped his big, burly arms around Caleb. “Fuck… you're right. And I love you for it."

Caleb smiled and nuzzled his chest lovingly.

“And I love you too, Paul."

******

Corey regarded the pink, eyeless, distinctly phallic-shaped snake before him. It thrashed and shook within small reinforced glass box. It was strong for its size; no longer than his forearm and about as thick as frankfurter. Every time it tried to lunge at him, the glass cube shuddered ever so slightly. The soft clattering of other like specimens roiling in their cells rattled the vet lab. What had once been the place where aspiring veterinarians would do their practical exams was now a cramped makeshift laboratory for Corey and his lab partner, Ashley.

They had watched in horror as classmates, random students, faculty and friends had transformed before their eyes into grotesque, musclebound men with ridiculously large phalluses sprouting from all over their bodies. The image of his best friend, Taylor, burst right out of his lab coat as one of these pink snakes vanished down his throat was permanently burned into his mind. That and the terrible image of these men sprouting multiple dicks from their crotches, each one long and prehensile like cum-spewing tentacles eager to bury itself into whatever orifice they could find. If that wasn't enough, a big, fat dick would burst from the mouths or muzzles of these men and even in extreme cases, their nipples would start sprouting them.

It was all he could do to escape them.

Ashley rested a hand on his shoulder and gave him an encouraging smile.

“We're safe in here," she told him. The small, human of Asian descent had a pink streak through her hair; a little show of that newfound college freedom. They were both in their first year in veterinary science and had been lab partners from the very start. If there was anyone he was glad to be trapped in a lab with, it was her.

“Come on," she insisted, striding towards the creature in the case. “Let's see if we can figure out what this thing is made of."

“Be careful Ashley," he warned. “That thing… The moment it went into Corey…"

“I know." Her eyes were fixed on the thrashing beast. There was no fear in her eyes whatsoever when she rested a hand on top of the case. Even as it desperately tried to break the glass and pounce at her, she didn't flinch. “My best friend, Shauna, had one of these things dive up her ass. She was a hulking, raging man a few moments later."

“It turned her into a dude?"

Ashley nodded grimly. “Cock, balls, pecs, everything."

They both abruptly turned towards the door to the lab. Unlike other facilities in the college, the veterinary lab was located beneath ground level and only had a few windows perched near the ceiling that gave them a peek into the surface. Huge, lumbering shadows passed by and occasionally, there was the desperate scampering of a survivor trying to escape from the raving monsters that were roaming the campus. They had barricaded the only door into the lab but they could still hear the heavy shuffling and loud grunts of one of the beasts passing by.

Phone lines were dead, campus security had been transformed and they had no idea when or even if help would arrive. They stood in fear as they watched their makeshift barricade of upturned tables and shelves shudder beneath the might of one of the creatures. They were strong but they were dumb and after a few attempts, whatever was bashing down the door turned and moved on.

“We should just stay here and wait," Corey whispered fearfully. The lanky orca quivered in his sandals, his thick tail shaking. “These things aren't going anywhere so we shouldn't do anything to aggravate them…"

Ashley gave him a fierce look. “I don't know what these things are but they're a menace to the world. I'm not going to let them turn me. We've got the only captured samples as far as we know and we have the equipment to dissect them." She turned towards the specimen thrashing in the glass box in front of her. “Who knows? We might be able to synthesise a cure."

“We're first year veterinarians! We're not doctors, biologists or… I dunno… conspiracy theorists! We can't do anything about these things!"

“Well I'm not just going to sit here and wait for one of them to come to us!" Ashley hissed back at him. “Now get me the CO2 pump."

Corey swallowed loudly. Ashley had always been the more headstrong of the duo, a natural born leader. She would go far in her field. The orca wheeled over a canister of carbon dioxide and gave her the extending hose. She unscrewed a tiny cap on the top of the container. The creature noticed it and tried to squeeze through but it was covered by a grate and far too small for it to push through. Ashley applied the pump and Corey turned on the feed. A steady feed of carbon dioxide began flooding the case.

There was doubt that the thing even breathed but much to the orca's surprise, the creature began to slow down. A flash of ambition entered Ashley's eyes the pink worm ceased all movement and lay still. Slowly, she cut the CO2 feed and then began to lift the glass case ever so slowly. She was ready to snap it shut the moment the creature woke up again. When it didn't move after a good ten seconds, she lifted it another inch. Another ten seconds, another moment of no movement. Her confidence grew until she lifted the case completely.

“Alright," she whispered softly. “Let's see if we can find out what makes this thing tick. Get me –"

She never got to finish. Lightning fast, the worm launched itself at her open mouth. It was down her throat and worming its way into her system before she could even let out a gag.

“Ashley!" Corey cried.

She immediately pushed him back and scrambled away even as the tail of the beast lashed against her face. She pulled open the door into the storage closet and dove inside, locking it behind her.

“No! Ashley!" he cried, scrambling straight for her. He banged on the door. “Ashley! Can you hear me!? Ashley!"

“G – G – Get away!" came the reply. With every syllable, her voice grew deeper. A sound like tearing leather filled his ears. A lusty moan came out from the other side of the door. “I'm… I'm… oh fuck!" An opaque liquid began flooding out from under the door. It was gelatinous and constantly shifted colours. Corey recognised it. Those beasts out there constantly excreted it.

“Oh no…" Corey whimpered, taking a step back. “Ashley…"

“S – S – Save yourself…" The voice that came out from the other side was completely masculine. “Go, Corey! Run!"

The orca squeezed his eyes shut, unsure what to do and whether or not he'd even survive out there.

“I…" he began, turning towards the barricade. It had taken them both to erect it. Would he even be able to pull it down by himself. “I can't…"

He strode over to where one of the worms was contained and sighed, his heart racing. “I'm sorry Ashley… I just can't…" He yanked the glass case out from around the creature. It seemed to turn to him, examine him with its large, bulbous head for a moment before launching towards him like a striking serpent. He whimpered, clamping his lips shut. It smacked against his face and attacked his lips but some part of him still didn't want to turn into one of those beasts. It couldn't get through and immediately gave up. For a second, he thought he had won then it slid down his shirt, squirming down his back and disappearing into his pans.

“Oh –" he began before a burst of pain erupted from his ass. The creature shoved itself right into his ass crack and deep inside him. He could feel its long, warm length squirming inside of him. That pain was replaced by arousal and he found his dick rising. He let out his own, lusty, deep moan.

His arms suddenly felt very heavy and he toppled forward, crashing into several other glass cases. There was a shattering of glass but Corey didn't care. His eyes became glazed over in lust, his tongue dropping out between his lips. Deep, heavy pants left him but that was quickly consumed by a squirming mess as two of those pink worms pounced at his open muzzle and began working their way through his system.

Thick veins began pushing up against his black and white flesh, pumping pure CUM supplied by the works throughout his entire body. One of the worms wiggled up his pant leg and curled around his growing dick. Corey toppled to the ground, his body wracked with spasms as the Gaylord's will became a reality. The work around his dick pushed itself down his cock, filling him with the burning need to cum. It worked down his length and touched base at his left testicle, its entire mass fusing with the ball and inflating it into the size of a melon, built solely for the purpose of producing and distributing CUM throughout his entire system. At the same time, as the last of the cock snake in his ass began reforging his anal cavity, he became filled with the need to have a dick up his ass. That snake pioneered the reforging of his body as it carved a path throughout his body towards his balls. There, it found his right testicle and worked its own magic.

Corey let out a guttural noise as his legs burst free of his pants, thick veins and muscles based entirely on CUM barely contained by his CUM-based armour-like skin. His toes curled in pleasure with the growth of bones all over his body. Internal organs were reconstituted into muscle and bone, his lanky form blossoming into a huge, behemoth of an orca. Dense, brown fur began sprouting from between his mountainous pectorals but as his pecs continued to grow, it was sandwiched and overtaken by the mass, leaving him only with a thick line of brown hair in the valley of his chest.

Corey bucked his hips and let out at tremendous cry as the transformation reached its climax. Another canal began rising from his balls, parting the within his dense torso like a king passing through a respectful crowd. It followed the curve of his spine before abruptly branching off into three just at his chest. Two moved towards his big, black nipples, connecting with the fleshy nubs. A flow of CUM began pumping through the new path, the shifting gel pouring down his chest. The last branch connected with his throat and CUM quickly began bubbling up from his throat, pouring out between his lips and down his chin. Such delivery was inefficient however, and one the command of the Gaylord, the channels began growing thick, fleshy, vascular lengths. Corey's nipples widened and gave way to the pointed length of two new extra cocks complete with intense sensory organs. They quickly shot CUM into the air and driven by instinct, Corey gripped them both with his huge hands even as his main dick between his legs continued to pump out the fluid all over his chest.

The orca thrashed his head from side to side, veins running up his face and quickly dissolving his brain into more CUM. His jaw remained open as a fourth dick began rising from the back of his throat. With no need to breathe, the orca gleefully allowed his muzzle to clamp around the fleshy tube, stimulating himself as he poured more and more of the corruptive liquid around him.

With one last, triumphant roar, Corey was no more and the hulking Orca convulsed in one last, blissful orgasm. But that only satiated one desire, the desire to cum. He still desired to be filled, to be penetrated.

That was quickly appeased when a thick dick was pressed up his ass, warmth instantly flooding him. The hulking male form of Ashley pounded him mercilessly, his eyes glazed over in lust and, like him, a cock tongue dripping out between his lips while similar growths erupted from his rippling corded pectorals, tickling his own. Corey's own dick immediately began to twist and curl around Ashley's legs, moving with a new sense of dexterity it never had before. A long, serpentine, slick tongue slipped out from the tip, roving around Ashley's bubble butt before finding his ass crack. There, it dove right into the newly made male.

And with that, both their needs were satisfied.

As was that of the Gaylord who orgasmed for what must have felt like the thousandth time that day.

******

Sanchez stood in the briefing room of the Facility, paws behind his massive, broad back and his one good eye narrowed at the screens before him. Team Cerberus took their time getting to him but that was understandable. The various teams of AEGIS had been strained trying to contain this epidemic. It wasn't just the active field teams either. Political and public relation teams were trying their best to keep the masses calm. Though to their benefit, these attacks were only in scattered locales and easily contained. Media outlets were already starting to blow the entire thing out of proportion. Then again, what was 'proportionate' when the very fabric of reality was at stake?

The doors hissed open. Legion, Shifter and Feral Fang entered, the Lumberjack right behind them.

“You called us, sir?" Lance grunted.

“We've got a situation," the Director said. He pressed a button on the briefing room table. A hologram appeared in front of them showing a map of Maplehart College in Toronto. “We've had another outbreak of SDD-001b's. But this one isn't in some isolated village or a down in the middle of nowhere. This is in the middle of an urban city and at a college."

“How many?" Sam demanded.

“Maplehart boasts a student population of seven and a half thousand. At least half that in faculty on all ranges from professors to janitorial and grounds keeping staff."

Paul's eyes bulged wide. “Ten fucking thousand? Are you fucking kidding me!? We've never faced that many before!"

“I know," Sanchez answered grimly. “Which is why we're sending in you guys. You're our A-Team on this topic. All of you." His eye locked with Paul.

The big bear grunted deeply. “You're trusting an established supervillain to go on your little boy scout run?"

“Would you rather I not?" Paul made no response. “I thought so," scoffed the AEGIS Director. He straightened and gestured at the image. “This is the latest we've gotten in terms of a live feed."

The hologram changed and Caleb gagged in disgust. The entire college was overrun. Thick tentacles tipped with cocks were crawling over all the buildings, Lumberjacked running through the alleyways and streets, dicks wagging and spraying CUM everywhere. They were crashing into anyone untouched by the serum and changing them there and then. Those who couldn't find anyone to fuck gravitated to their nearest Lumber Pile where they were quickly integrated into the squirming mass. CUM-Worms were everywhere; crawling all over walls, hanging from ceilings and slithering along the ground. Anyone who was caught in their squirming mass was quickly overwhelmed only to emerge moments later as one of the Lumberjacked. The only time the Lumberjacked stopped in their hunt was to ejaculate all over the campus grounds, sometimes shooting more CUM-Worms from whatever dick was flowing with the multi-coloured goo.

“Fuck me…" Lance rumbled.

Sam inclined his head to the side, his brow furrowed and muzzle slightly open like he wanted to say something.

“Something wrong Legion?" Sanchez grunted.

“I… I don't know. There's something… weird about the image. A… distortion. Might just be the picture quality."

Doc Newman emerged from behind them. “Your eyes are keen as ever, Sam." The shark dropped a whole folder filled with files on the briefing desk. “What you're seeing is an astral distortion."

“A what?" Caleb asked.

“The Astral Plane!" Sam exclaimed. He slapped his forehead. “Of course!"

“What? What's the Astral Plane?" demanded Shifter.

“The Astral Plane is a sort of 'mid-dimension' between the various realities of this multiverse. If you can imagine each universe as a planet, the Astral Plane is the space in between them all. But it's more than that. The Astral Plane encompasses the universes and permeates as well. This means that if someone can exclusively navigate through the Astral Plane, they can theoretically go anywhere they wanted!"

“Astral Projections are still one of the most popular forms of espionage," agreed Sanchez. “Most of those with the talent can simply spy on people without anyone detecting them but those with greater talent can actually affect the world around them."

“So our perpetrator is somehow using an Astral Projection to channel the power of the Sceptre of Man," Sam said, cupping his chin thoughtfully. “So that means that our villain can find us, infect us and be on his merry way…"

Caleb inched closer to Lance and Paul. “That's… kind of scary…"

“Very," answered Newman. “To that end, I've created these…" He pushed an external drive into the port on his side of the briefing table and pressed a button. The feed from Maplehart was replaced by an image of what looked like a large tower topped with a crown of four prongs arching towards one another. “Astral Inhibitors," Newman explained. “They come in the portable version and a defensive tower version. Just one erected will be able to prevent astral possession in a five mile radius."

“But will it stop the effects of CUM?" Sanchez asked.

Newman shook his head sadly. “Unfortunately, I haven't had sufficient testing to be able to discern that but I'm going to go on the assumption that it won't. Anyone who goes in there will still be vulnerable to recombination."

Lance scratched his head. “Re-what?"

“The process by which pieces of DNA are broken and recombined to produce new combinations of alleles," answered the scientist. “It's a loose term we're using for what CUM is doing to these people. It is effectively scrambling their very DNA, turning it into CUM-based matter instead of carbon-based."

“That's great, doc," Paul rumbled. “But you're sending us down into hell and only Sam and I are immune to CUM. Plus these guys are invulnerable to all damage. We won't be able to do anything against them."

“I'm sending you in with a full squad of commandos," Sanchez said. “Alphonse has also created what he calls 'Stasis Weaponry'."

The shark nodded and pressed another button on the screen. Weapon schematics flashed before their eyes. “While these CUM-beings are indeed impervious to physical harm, they must still adhere to the laws of physics. My Stasis Weaponry will lock them temporarily in a time-space bubble where they will be incapable of moving or even interacting with their surroundings. They'll effectively be frozen in time."

Caleb's eyes widened at the wide variety of weapons that flashed before his eyes.

“I've also taken the liberty of creating upgrades for each of you. Something that will help keep the Lumberjacked off you."

Paul grinned as he spied the weapons built specifically for him.

“Oh hell yeah…"

******

Randy scrambled as far as his legs would take him. There he was, just sitting in his dorm flaking out on class when he heard loud crashes and screams from the other side of his door. He emerged from his room, half naked and sleepy when one of those huge guys just crash-tackled his RA and face fucked him. He tried to pull the armadillo off the rapist but within moments, the guy was hulking out in front of him and sprouting cocks from everywhere.

He ran for his life, somehow managed to put on a pair of pants. The corgi tried running for the gates but there were even more of the guys there and if wasn't the guys, it was those cock snakes. Even women weren't immune to whatever bizarre phenomenon had taken the college. Her watched a rather busty girl lose her assets only to sprout a monster dick and huge hairy balls, her breasts becoming two huge plates of muscle pressed against her broadening chest.

He and some of his fellow survivors ran away from the quad as there were reports that these beasts had gathered there and was doing something really weird. They were running around desperately looking for some place to keep themselves safe but the beasts were everywhere. There was no place to hide.

All they could do was run.

Then the black jets and helicopters came streaming in. The shield-like emblem of AEGIS shone on their sides. Black-clad soldiers wearing breathing masks rappelled down ropes wielding futuristic guns and began shooting. Blue bolts of scintillating energy launched from their blocky guns. The cock monsters that were struck were immediately encased in the same blue energy and just froze, completely immobile.

From one of the jets, a huge rhino came leapt out and without so much as a parachute, landed on his feet against the asphalt. The ground quaked when he landed and he threw his head back, letting loose a tremendous roar. The chopper lowered slowly and a waterfall of liquid metal came streaming out of the same chopper a second later alongside two other hulking figures. The metal reformed into a tall, statuesque tiger dressed in a pristine black suit and wearing sunglasses. One of the figures was a huge, four-armed wolf that Randy vaguely recognised. It was the big, hulking bear that he fully recognised however.

It was the Lumberjack.

The bear looked bigger than his official profiles stated and now he wielded two, enormous axes in either paw, the edges gleaming with the same scintillating blue energies.

The last to emerge from the chopper was a black-furred wolf with blonde hair and he only stepped out when the transport had landed. He emerged alongside the other troops housed within the vehicle.

Randy suddenly found a pair of strong paws ushering him to the transports, telling him to head to the transports and get to safety. His fellow survivors rushed towards the choppers, carrying him with them even as he tried to get a better view of what the Lumberjack was doing with AEGIS. To his surprise, as the huge mutant men came charging at the line of troops, the Lumberjack hurled himself at them, swinging his two, blue axes. Where the axe touched, the same blue energy spread over the flesh and froze the monsters in place. The rhino and four-armed wolf joined the fray, throwing punches from mechanical gauntlets. Crackling blue energies launched from their fists and froze the beasts where they stood.

Relief washed over him and he scrambled onto the transport alongside the other survivors. The pilot and one sole AEGIS member told him to find a seat and secure himself. He didn't get a step though, before an overwhelming sense of lust overtook him. He tried to shout a warning but his voice got caught in his throat as heat began building in his crotch.

There was suddenly a big, blast of blue energies erupting from a hovering jet high above. The wave washed over him like an ice-cold bath and he quivered. The lust vanished and he blinked a couple of times, unsure what had just happened. He shook his head free of such thoughts and sat down on a nearby chair.

Unbeknownst to him, a little drip of a gelatinous, goo slipped out of his cock and was absorbed harmlessly into his pants.

******

“Our objective is clear," Bren announced. “Get any civilians out of here, contain the Lumberjacked, gather up all the CUM-Worms and then contain the Lumber Pile. Any questions?"

Sam drew Rosethorn and swept it through the air. Black, thorny vines erupted from the ground and created a rough perimeter around the landing choppers. There was only a single entrance into the landing zone and it was heavily guarded by AEGIS troops.

“You guys do what you need to do," said the grim wolf. “The astral distortion is messing with reality. I need to fix it before it goes out of control."

“Fine. What do you need to do?"

Sam's eyes turned in the direction of the quad. His pupils transformed into those eight-pointed stars again for the briefest of moments. “I need to be where the Lumber Pile is. That's where the distortion is strongest."

“We're not letting you go in there alone," Paul growled.

“The Lumberjack is right," agreed Bren. “We go together."

Sam gave them both a smile and nodded. “Alright then." His chain wings unfurled from behind him. “No one turn into a lumberjack."

“Too late for that," Lance chuckled and charged right through the oncoming Lumberjacked. The gauntlets he wore emitted a bright, blue aura, transforming into a sharp, blue blade of pure energy from each of his four fists. He swung them wildly, slashing, paralysing and cleaving right through the hordes of Lumberjacked that desperately tried to overwhelm the mutant.

Caleb was right behind him. In his rhino form, he was many times stronger than his lupine shape and he ploughed through the Lumberjacked, horn down while his entire body became encased in Stasis Energy. He charged past Lance, knocking the transformed into the air and getting them that much closer to the quad.

Paul followed close behind, swinging his dual axes expertly like he had been born to use it. With his bulk and enhanced strength, he carved a path through the Lumberjacked. They hurled themselves at him, their prehensile dicks lashing at him and trying to pull him into their mass. Above everyone else, he became their target and with him at the forefront of the team, he attracted the transformed like a magnet.

Liquid metal suddenly slipped between Paul's legs, springing up to form Bren who held up a Stasis Pistol. He fired the weapon, dropping one of the Lumberjacked before slipping back into a liquid form and springing up on Paul's blindside and pinning another between the eyes.

Sam shot past them, darting past the Lumberjacked and appearing at the end of the horde. Red rose petals danced between each of the wild, sex-crazed beasts. The moment they touched one of the mutants, they instantly became encased in the blue stasis field.

Team Cerberus charged through the horde, the paralysed bodies of the Lumberjacked forming a suitable barrier between them and those still mobile. The quad and the enormous Lumber Pile came into view. Before them was a huge dome of undulating, constantly writhing and orgasming flesh. Streams of CUM burst from various dicks, seeping between muscled bodies pressed against one another and CUM-Worms swam in the lake of CUM that had formed around it.

“Urgh…" Caleb grimaced, taking a step back.

“What do you need to do, Sam?" Lance asked. “Do you need me to hurl you into the middle of that thing?"

Paul suddenly stepped forward, chest puffed out and eyeing the Lumber Pile with determination in his brown eyes. “He doesn't need to do anything. This is on me."

“Come again?"

The Lumberjack turned to Sam, determination burning in his eyes. “When you read that Lumberjacked's mind you said that it came out with a single thought. 'Make me whole'. It was constantly after me. I think I know why."

Sam closed his eyes and swiped Rosethorn absently behind him. Black vines burst from the ground, forming a barricade behind them and barring them from the Lumberjacked. Slowly, he opened his eyes and looked directly into Paul's eyes. “I know what you're thinking. They're calling to you."

“Yeah… They are."

“Paul!" Caleb demanded, stepping in between them. “What are you talking about? If this is about some sense of responsibility –"

Paul's strong paws gripped his shoulders. “It's not only that, Hale. It's more. I feel… drawn to them." The big bear's eyes turned towards the roiling mass of orgasming flesh. “They're asking me for help. Some part of them must know what they've become is wrong. They want to break free. I think I can do that for them."

“What? Why you? You're not a super! You don't have any powers! Let Sam do it!"

“Sam can't." Paul shook his head sadly. “If he tries, he'll destroy them all."

“You don't know that!?"

The bear gave him a small smile and reached into his pocket, retrieving a small phone. He tapped a few buttons and then showed it to Caleb. It was the recording from before but it picked up just after the last one finished.

“Can you fix him?" Paul asked.

“I try and I will completely and utterly obliterate him. He's… too fragile. Unstable. Whatever he's become is just some fervent, whimsical fantasy with no founding in logic. There's been some attempt to rid him of mortal constraints but all he's doing is really tearing reality apart by his mere presence. Time, space, every moment and space he occupies is being bent and converted into more CUM. All that CUM has to come from somewhere, after all."

“Don't you have some sort of power of reality itself? Can't you just rewrite all of this!?"

“It's not that easy. As I keep saying, this entire multiverse is fragile. A rewrite could shatter it completely and utterly. I'd end up killing everyone."

Paul was silent for a long moment, his huge shoulder shaking angrily.

“Then kill him."

“Beg your pardon?" Sam asked, startled.

“If this messed up fuck is ruining reality, then kill him."

“Paul –"

The bear suddenly charged forward and lifted Sam into the air. “You listen to me, you self-righteous pussy! Reality is fucking breaking apart! Either you let these assholes keep running around and tear the universe to shreds anyway or you kill them and stop more messed up shit happening!"

“You have no idea what you're asking."

“This guy is fucking dead! He's brain dead! All he thinks about is sex! Sex with me!"

Sam's brow suddenly furrowed. “That's right… Why is he ignoring me…?"

Paul suddenly swiped the phone back from Caleb and tucked it away. “We did a couple of tests after that. I stood behind the glass and Sam was left in the room. The fucker just went after me. Even when it wasn't Sam, the guy just kept going for me. No one else. The CUM-Worms will go for anyone but the big guys… just me."

He turned towards the Lumber Pile. “And ever since they started popping up, I've been feeling this… clawing inside of me." He gripped his chest. “Like tiny hooks drawing me in. Pulling me."

“Then you can't give yourself to them," Lance snarled, seizing Paul's shoulders. “If they want you, you can't surrender!"

Paul turned to the equally tall four-armed wolf. He surprised everyone by pulling Lance into a powerful hug. Lance, stunned by the gesture, just looked to the others. When he was given equally dumbfounded looks, he turned to Paul… and closed his meaty arms around the bear.

“This isn't surrender," Paul said firmly. “It's closure."

The former supervillain pulled back and turned to Bren. “I don't expect you to understand."

“Heroic sacrifice?" stated the synth. “Final redemption for a supervillain? Did you even think about the fact that we've got about twenty other Lumber Piles stored and contained elsewhere? If you are the key to this, how are we going to deal with those?"

“You guys are smart. You'll figure something out." Paul handed his stasis axes to the tiger. “Hell, you could just keep them in permanent stasis, right?"

Bren curled his fingers around the axes, his eyes turning toward Sam. “This is what you planned, wasn't it?"

“Actually no," Sam confessed. “I was hoping that you guys wouldn't agree with Paul and cover the civilians as they made their escape. I would head off by myself and jump into the Astral Plane." He lifted his muzzle towards the Lumber Pile. “Powerful minds can reach into the Astral Plane and though simplistic, the Lumber Pile has a powerful psionic presence that resonates within the Astral Plane. It's probably how people who aren't even fully assaulted by the Lumberjacked or CUM-Worms are transformed and how the CUM still knows how to shape people. With the Astral Inhibitors, the effect is minimised but they're still there, in the Astral Plane. I was going to go in there, knock them back out and pray that somehow their minds were persevered in there. Maybe restore them."

“See?" Caleb pleaded. “That sounds like a great plan! Why aren't we going with that plan?"

Paul gave the smaller wolf an apologetic smile. “Because, Hale, I'm touched by whatever the fuck did this to me as well." He gently brushed the back of his paw against Caleb's cheek. “This isn't going to end while I'm still around."

“But Sam broke the link you had with the Essence of Man!"

“And that left me… broken." He turned towards Sam, eyes pleading for understanding. “It was like that link was a part of me and when it was destroyed, it left a hole in me that keeps drawing me to the Lumberjacked. I can feel their emptiness. They want to cum so badly but at the same time, they know it's hollow, empty. They're trying to find meaning."

Caleb squeezed his eyes shut and slammed his fists against Paul's chest. “But you don't have to be that meaning!"

He gripped Caleb's fists and slowly pushed them away. “Yes. Yes I do. This started with me. It'll end with me." Paul turned towards the Lumper Pile. Several of the men trapped within burst from the surface, screaming in ecstasy as they spewed CUM from whatever dick they had sprouted. “I have to end this. This is not going to be my legacy to the world."

He strode forward. Black vines sprang up from the ground and stretched over the lake of CUM. With one last nod towards Sam, he followed the makeshift path towards the Lumber Pile. He was stopped by a pair of strong paws on his arm.

Caleb was suddenly back to his lupine self and he could detect the pheromones that were coming from him.

“Don't make me kiss you," Paul said, refusing to turn back towards the wolf. He shrugged off Caleb's paws. “I'm not strong enough to turn away."

Chest puffed out and holding his breath, Paul Booyan stepped boldly towards the Lumber Pile. The closer he drew, the stronger that gnawing sensation in his chest became. Nails were scratching at the insides of his mind and jagged fangs biting into his very soul. The phallic tentacles of the Lumber Pile began uncurling from their positions, sensing his approach and reaching towards him. They slipped up his shirt, tearing the fabric from his body. Several ripped off his already ragged jeans. He was glad that his back was turned to the others because his dick had risen from his sheath and throbbed with need.

The lust, desire and conflicting yearnings of the thousands of Lumberjacked joined into the Lumber Pile reached out to him. He could feel it in every fibre of his being, resonating with him. The precum from his cock was starting to get thicker. The latest droplet shimmered and changed from an opaque white to a glistening red then to a slick blue. He grunted at the sight but held his ground.

The Lumber Pile began to open up to him, several curled bodies disengaging from one another and reaching out towards him with sweaty, CUM covered arms, their muscles gleaming while their dull, brown eyes welcomed him with joy. Relieved smiles were on their faces and though most of them couldn't speak due to the cocks springing from their mouths, he could still hear their voices; thousands of voices calling to him in a unified chorus.

'Make us whole.'

Paul stopped. He stood on the edge of the black vines. One more step and he'd land onto the thick, muscled chest of one of the Lumberjacked and enter their world. Their tendrils were already curling around him, their long, muscular lengths dripping CUM all over him, trying to integrate him. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. He pulled his feet from his heavy, leather boots and stepped bravely into the expanse of the Lumber Pile.

Powerful hands and paws hungrily groped for him, their fingers curling around his thick muscles. Hot, sweaty bodies began to close in all around him; cocks burning with need poking and prodding his body from every angle. He squeezed his eyes shut as the voices of the Lumberjacked became like an air horn in his soul.

'Make us whole! Make us whole!'

He gasped as he felt a slick dick push up between his ass cheeks. Instincts took over and he tried to pull away but the Lumber Pile sensed his resistance and only tightened its grip all the more.

'Make. Us. Whole!'

He tried to relax, allowing the dick to slide up his ass and penetrate him. He could feel the CUM pouring in him, seeping through his veins and permeating his very being. The touch of the chemical was oddly warming, comforting.

'Make.'

One of the tendrils curled around his dick, teasing the tip of his member which was already starting to grow past its already impressive size. Paul grimaced but didn't resist even as it pushed between his glads and slipped inside of him, pouring the corruptive chemical straight into his balls.

'Us.'

Paul relaxed, his muzzle falling open and accepting the Lumber Pile into himself. All too eagerly, tentacles tipped with dicks came pouring towards his muzzle, shoving down his throat. More slithered towards his ass even as he was moved to the very core of the Lumber Pile. The warmth of CUM flooded his veins. There was no pain when several dicks pushed up against his skin and his flesh opened itself up to allow the tentacles to pump him full of more of the glimmering fluid like intravenous lines. Two even pressed up against his nipples, pumping his plump pectorals of the CUM.

'Whole.'

Paul stopped resisting.

And gave himself entirely to the Lumber Pile.

He was whole.

******

The Lumberyard never looked so beautiful.

Paul stood at the gates of his isolated home in the wilderness of this pocket dimension. The verdant forests, clean, crisp fresh air and clear, cloudless sky was the picture of peace to him. His whole life had been leading up to finding a place like this. All the gangland violence, crimes and rise as a notorious supervillain obsessed with cutting down trees… it had led to him creating a world just like this.

Except… it didn't.

It felt wrong.

“I'm sorry," he said. “I just can't."

There was shuffling from the woods behind his house. Slowly, large, muscular, naked men of all sizes and species emerged from the woodwork. They were all about his size, some bigger and all were rather hairy. Lumberjacked. But the gazes he gave him were filled with relief, joy and a sense of… belonging. None of them were dumb, stupid, lusty monsters.

“There's a theory."

Paul jumped and found Sam striding up beside him. Except this time, Sam was wearing glimmering gold and white armour, a cloak of stars rolling off his shoulders.

“All existence began in Chaos, the primordial elemental of all existence, and in the end, all shall return to Chaos." Sam laughed softly. “I met these guys once who were obsessed with this theory. If only they knew the truth." He sighed, an amused smile on his face. “But the truth is, existence by its very definition is Chaos. DNA is Chaotic. Personalities are Chaotic. Stick twins beside one another and while they may be genetically the same, they will eventually grow up to be two different people."

He chuckled softly, sapphire blue eyes glimmering. “I mean even look at this whole multiverse. One choice from one person, one critical decision can alter reality so drastically. One question asked and suddenly time, history and even matter itself takes an entirely different route. It's fascinating."

“What are you saying?"

Sam gestured at the Lumberjacked. “Whoever is doing this is trying to reinforce a rigid sense of order onto the universe. He's using you as a template and squeezing everyone into it, forcing them to adhere to a single cookie cutter design. But existence is chaotic by its very nature. Free from his influence, these people will eventually change."

The armoured wolf crossed his arms. It was funny. In his armour, he looked so much bigger than he did before; far more intimidating and powerful but at the same time he seemed brighter, more relaxed and strangely more approachable. “Even a certain Machiavellian owner of a multi-reality-reaching corporation doesn't force people to adhere to such a simple state. He changes them, sure, but at least he lets them keep their personalities to an extent."

Paul's eyes widened in surprise. “You mean there's hope for them yet?"

Sam's features softened and his ears drooped slightly. “They'll never turn back into who they once were, if that what you're asking." His eyes roved each of the Lumberjacked. “That part of their lives was completely and utterly destroyed; converted into CUM. But CUM is like Chaos. It can be shaped, changed. Perhaps one day, they'll eventually learn how to use it to their advantage and change themselves but for now, they are cut off from the Sceptre of Man and the influence of our villain. They are no longer constantly producing CUM. They're stuck with the CUM within their bodies and eventually, that will turn into something that will define them, define their existence."

Paul glanced back towards the Lumberjacked. “You did this, didn't you?"

The black wolf laughed, shaking his head. There was a lot of relief in his eyes. “No. You did. I'm honestly quite surprised at the outcome. I thought all you'd achieve would be to nullify this one Lumber Pile long enough for me to destroy it completely without devastating consequences. But you bringing them entirely into your pocket reality…" He placed his paws on his hips and took a deep breath. “Sometimes, it's fun not being able to look into all possibly realities. But I've always maintained that people will surprise you. Even if you set the path down in front of them, there's always the chance that they won't take it and make their own. Try blocking their path and they could just step backwards. People will find a way because there's always a way."

The Lumberjack smiled softly and rubbed the back of his neck. “I didn't do this intentionally… I guess…" He regarded Sam curiously. “Exactly what happened?"

Sam shrugged absently. “Well, you can only enter your pocket reality when you're asleep, right? When you joined with the Lumber Pile, you lost consciousness and probably dragged them all in here."

“Oh… right." He gave Sam a puzzled look. “So how'd you get here?"

“I followed you. I could do that remember? Followed Bren into this place the first time."

“Oh right…" Paul glanced back towards his quaint little cabin. “What's it like in our place? I mean back where Caleb is?"

“Why don't you come back with us and find out?" Sam hiked a thumb over his shoulder. He then realised he hadn't turned around once and there was a blazing light erupting from behind them. “But that's going to be your choice, Paul." He them pointed straight ahead of them. “In that direction, is your paradise with men that are just like you. You will be the god of this world. This is your pocket reality. No one else can reach it unless the evil mastermind behind this all tries and even then, he'd have to compete against a god in his own realm. Eventually, through time, these guys will develop their own personalities, their own identities. You won't be alone."

“And behind us?"

“Back to Caleb, Lance, Bren, AEGIS and the others. You'll be back to being the Lumberjack. You'll have to fight the big bad on his terms as he can effectively control reality as well. Sure you can come back here when you sleep and maybe one day, you'll learn how to control it, but you won't be the god here."

“Why not? It's my world, right?"

“True but if you go back, you won't be infused with CUM anymore. You'll be giving up all that power to go back as you are. Right here, right now, you have all the CUM from all the Lumberjacked in Maplehart College linked to you. It was through that power that you brought them all here. But you'll be expending the rest of it to go back."

“I didn't think that stuff expired… or could be used up."

“It's still the fundamental force and essence of all this reality's existence. To make an adjustment or forge something will naturally expend it. It just so happens that with these guys, our villain is converting reality itself into more CUM for him to use."

“I could always just merge myself with the other Lumber Pile and make my way back. Then I'll stay once the last once is gone."

“You could."

Paul frowned deeply. “But there's no guarantee that our nemesis won't just make more… is there? And if I stay, I won't be able to make it back… will I?"

“You'll be locking yourself in here. It's either use all the CUM to make yourself a god here or use it to go back. Then again, you could always take the CUM from everyone already here and do the same." Sam gave him a lopsided grin. “And trust me, you do not want to go invading your home world as a god. Too much politics involved in that." Again his shrugged. “But it's still your choice."

Paul glanced towards the Lumberjacked… then back towards Sam.

“Hey… You can talk without breaking this place."

Sam smiled and regarded the hordes of huge men in front of him. “Do you want to know what makes a reality stable, Paul?"

“The people?"

“The people. Mess with the people and you destabilise it. Now that the Lumberyard has more people in it than you, Caleb and Lance… well, it's standing on much stronger foundations now."

“Won't that destabilise our world since I've taken people from it?"

“Those people were already gone, turned into CUM monsters. Their very presence continued to mess with the world. They're like big, open, infected sores in the face of reality. The longer they stick around, the more CUM they produce, the more they consume the very fabric of existence because their master is ordering them to effectively be CUM factories." Sam turned around, looking towards the light. He rested a paw on Paul's shoulder. “You did the world a favour. No matter what happens, no matter your choice, if you ever need help you can just ask. I'm always here for you. Civilians or super, hero or villain, mortal or god. It's the thing about being a No One."

Paul gave him a soft smile, his answer already known.

“Just give me five minutes, would you? I'll be right there."

******

Back in reality, a tremendous, orgasmic cry erupted from all the Lumberjacked in Maplehart Collage. Regardless of what they were doing – if they were chasing down some survivor, trying to break through the line to the AEGIS troops or joined with the fleshy mass of the Lumber Pile – they all stopped and let out a terrible, unified cry. The unholy scream was followed with a colossal orgasm. One by one, each of the Lumberjacked spewed all the CUM out of their various members. Rainbow, gel splattered over walls, grass, asphalt and anything within range of the Lumberjacked.

Onlookers would describe it as both a horrific and beautiful scene. Shortly after the blissful orgasm, the Lumberjacked froze in place; statues twisted and carved out of perfectly muscled flesh and in positions of euphoria. Every inch of their flesh began to bubble and shift. Fur, skin, feather and scale all turned gelatinous, devolving into its basic state of pure CUM. They lasted for about a minute before one by one, each of them exploded. The jelly-like statues burst in all directions, throwing multi-coloured gel in all directions like some sort of bizarre fireworks display. Even those caught in stasis fields collapsed within them. The CUM-Worms that scrambled everywhere went rigid and, like their bigger brethren, transformed into pure CUM. Instead of exploding, they merely melted into puddles.

Though the CUM splattered everywhere, it all became inert. It flashed through all the colours of the rainbow once before being shifting to white and remaining there.

The enormous Lumber Pile squirmed and shot CUM from every available penis. The tentacle-like members whipped around wildly like firehoses, splattering the corruptive fluid in all directions. Team Cerberus ducked behind a wall of black vines Sam quickly erected. A tidal wave of CUM washed over the barrier, seeping around the wall. The Pile itself shuddered as one by one, each of the men who had fused with it transformed into pure CUM and exploded.

Caleb thought he heard a sigh of relief with each blast.

Lance suddenly broke out from behind the barrier and rushed straight towards the Lumber Pile. Caleb screamed his name and bolted after him. The hulking four-armed wolf ran across the vine bridge Sam had erected earlier. Though the bursts of CUM threatened to knock him aside, the determine wolf didn't budge.

The Lumber Pile grew smaller and smaller with each explosion. As soon as Lance reached its remnants, he was caught with a face full of CUM. But he ignored it completely and shoved his hands into the gelatinous blob. He grasped something and gave it a mighty pull. Caleb froze a few feet away, eyes wide as his boyfriend pulled a thick, brown-furred arm out of bursting goo. The shapeshifting wolf's eyes lit up, his heart rising with joy as CUM blasted all around him. Paul broke free of the gelatinous dome, gasping for breath. The Pile exploded one last time around him, a celebration of his freedom.

The big Lumberjack fell into Lance's arms, eyes closed but breathing.

Caleb charged forward, tears of relief in his eyes.

Paul pushed open his eyes and tried to lift his head. His cheek brushed up against Lance's and he met the mutant wolf's gaze. Their lips met a moment later, true affection blossoming in their hearts. He pulled away a moment later, smiling in thanks at Lance. Then his eyes found Caleb's and he leaned down, tasting the other wolf's tongue, taking in his scent, sharing the same breath.

“Now I'll never turn away," he said.

******

The Gaylord brooded quietly on his throne.

Maplehart had been a nice distraction and it truly tested his powers. Never before had he influenced such a large number of people before. A little over ten thousand people had become his and it had been… euphoric. He had enjoyed being one with each and every individual man, orgasming, chasing down survivors and then implanting himself into the victim to feel their muscles growth, cocks spasm and ball churn out more CUM.

Then AEGIS had to get involved.

Somehow, they had created some sort of astral blocker. It had knocked him back into his body, ending his brief time in paradise. He was annoyed. But it was a wake up call. He had been addicted to the experience and stalled his plans because of it.

Now, however…

The doors to his chamber sprang open and Holy Mary came in, dragging a rotund corgi in. She pushed the man to his knees in front of the Gaylord's throne.

The Gaylord remembered this boy. He had touched the canine's essence just before AEGIS's anti-astral tech had cut him off from the college. It would have been so sweet to turn the boy into one of his Lumberjacked and turn all of AEGIS into his playthings. The idea of hardened, military men bursting out of their uniforms and fucking one another… It made his erect cock squirm with joy.

“What's your name?" he boomed.

The corgi looked up, fear in his green eyes. “R – R – Randy…"

The Gaylord smiled brightly. “Randy. How appropriate." The naked tiger, clutching the Sceptre of Man in one paw and a billowing, red cape over his shoulders, strode down the steps of his throne to the corgi. “Well, Randy. Congratulations. You have the honour of becoming one of my Progenitors."

The canine shut his eyes tight, tears running down his cheeks. “N – No! I don't wanna become l – like those things! P – p – please let me go!"

The Gaylord plucked the little, oval-shaped white jewel from the Sceptre. It was so amazing that a thing no bigger than his fingernail held so much power. “Fear not, Randy. You will not become like them. You will become much more." He nodded towards Holy Mary. “Do it."

His personal assassin strode over, her high heels clicking against the floor. She pulled a syringe out of her waist, spun it deftly in her hand before jabbing it right into the corgi's neck. The young canine's eyes went wide in shock and he grimaced a moment as the liquid was pumped into his neck.

“Wh – what…?" he stammered.

“Just a stimulant," the Gaylord explained with a chuckle. He stood in front of the corgi and watched as the young man's cheeks began to burn bright red and his modest five inch cock began pushing out from his sheath. “Just to get you in the mood."

The rotund little canine whimpered, trying to fight his arousal but it was like trying to push back the tides. Before long, his cock was fully erect and dripping with precum. The Gaylord licked his lips in anticipation and leaned down, the Essence of Man between his thumb and forefinger. He balanced the little gem on the tip of Randy's dick, letting the flow of precum coat it just a little bit before he began pushing it down into the corgi's cock.

Randy gasped and he started down at his member. A brilliant, white light began blasting out of the gem only to be dulled as it slipped down into his cock under some unbelievable force. He whimpered and desperately bucked his hips. With his paws restrained, he couldn't pull it out but no matter how much he struggled desperately, the gem just kept sliding further and further down his dick, filling him with an odd warmth. With every inch that it progressed, that heat intensified, growing from a pleasant throbbing to a radiating passion and then to a sizzling burning. Just as it reached his knot, it became an intense inferno that made him scream.

The Gaylord stepped back, a grin on his muzzle as the gem slipped into the corgi's balls. There, the transformation finally took hold. The corgi's screams died in his throat and quickly turned into a lusty moan. The gem suddenly bloated and inflated, transforming into a large, spherical bulb of flesh as big as a melon. Randy's legs were forced wide apart by the huge ball somehow contained within his furry ball sac. The panting corgi let out another cry but this one was one of ecstasy. His testicles suddenly inflated, growing to the size of bowling balls just like what was effectively now his third testicle.

His thighs jiggled and began to expand. All forms of fat burned away, replaced by thick, hard muscle. Veins cut paths through the ripped quads, his hamstrings so tightly wound together like plump snakes. Bones stretched and grew, stretching his chiselled quads. Calves became swollen with muscle and his feet cracked and burned. Gasped escaped his muzzle as the heat blasted towards his toes, shooting each digit out to their new size and length; each sensation like a mini-orgasm.

His five inch dick shot up, growing longer, thicker and bigger to match the immense triple-balls that he now sported. The huge member slapped against his chin with enough force that he was knocked onto his back. He writhed and squirmed, fighting against the restraints holding him down as his cock continued to grow, shooting past his head.

That state didn't last for long, however.

His chest surged, his moans growing deeper and deeper with every ragged breath. His abdomen became a canvas for a chiselled eight-pack, his lats tapering down to the perfectly shaped waist ensuring that he would never be able to press his arms against his sides every again. All fat he sported bubbled away so that his abs could be perfectly seen from every possible angle. Pectorals that were teetering onto gynecomastia tightened and lifted, transforming into perfectly square plateaus of muscle that cradled his collarbone.

With a roar, he burst free of his restraints and seized his throbbing dick with both paws. The touch only electrified the rest of his body and sent his arms bursting. His shoulders became two large mounds leading to awkwardly large biceps even for a man of his size. Immense triceps remained always flexed no matter what he was doing and his forearms became as thick as his monumental calves. He let out another cry as his total height came to an incredible 9'11'' with a monstrous twenty-six inch dick.

Randy's eyes suddenly widened. His face began to contort and reshape itself. The slim, almost feminine muzzle broadened, transforming into a strong, square, chiselled shape befitting a man. With his thickening neck, it only fit. A dense, brown beard swept over his muzzle, joining with his hair which became long, ragged and wild. His pupils dilated. The green irises darkened, becoming a deep brown. A light, golden ring wrapped around the edges of the brown discs.

Fire burned at his pectorals, particularly his nipples. He tried to gasp by what came out was a loud gagging noise. He thrust his head forward over and over again. Something was rising up from the back of his throat and it felt so good as it brushed up against his tongue, slid up his muzzle and pressed up against the back of his teeth. He opened his muzzle, eyes rolling wildly as a second dick came bursting out of his muzzle, shooting precum everywhere in joy.

His paws gravitated towards his nipples, squeezing them tightly as if knowing what was coming next. Precum came pouring out of the fleshy nubs as well and within moments, two red, fleshy points began emerging from his chest. They grew, sliding out from some compartment within his monstrous chest. He gripped them both tightly, jerking them like joysticks and steering his pleasure.

The immense arousal was all consuming and he was bucking his hips madly, thrashing he heads from side to side. His extended dick that sprang from his muzzle brushed up against his main cock. Like touching a blazing blade against another, sparks flew from within him and he immediately pushed his muzzle-cock deep into his crotch-member. He got a face full of precum for his effort and he likewise shot some down into the twenty-six inch monster.

It wasn't long before Randy's entire body tensed and thick cum came blasting out of all his dicks. The huge corgi stiffened, going completely rigid as his dicks began blasting his corruptive seed everywhere. Holy Mary had to step back as the thick goo shot up all the way towards the high ceiling and came raining back down like a white snow. There was a slight, oily texture to the cum, shimmering with all the colours in the spectrum depending on how the light hit it.

Randy's huge body collapsed onto the ground with a heavy whump. The corgi was still writhing however as he pulled his muzzle-cock from within his crotch-member. He squirmed as something rolled up from deep within his chest. With bleary eyes, he lifted his head towards his erect nipple-dicks. Something long and serpentine rolled up against the flesh of his mountainous pecs. They pushed into the base of his nipple-dicks and began pushing up along the tremendous, foot-long lengths. A barely audible, muffled moan rose from his throat as the CUM-Worm emerged from the tip of his nipple-dicks in a burst of his cum.

They flopped onto his chest lovingly.

Afterglow washed away all fear and confusion.

But the voice of his master kept him from slipping into slumber.

“How do you feel, Randy?"

The corgi's sharp, brown eyes snapped open. Somehow, he already knew how to control his various dicks. He propped himself up on his massive, skull-crushing paws. As he did so, he recalled his muzzle-cock, letting it slide back down his muzzle into the sheath at the back of his throat where it would rest, permanently erect. It took a little more effort for his nipple-cocks to subside but it wasn't out of his capabilities. His crotch-member was much harder to force down but he had a feeling that the Gaylord didn't mind the sight of his throbbing, veiny member. The CUM-Worms slipped over his arms, curling around them like two, fleshy, pink bracers.

“I feel fucking great," he rumbled. He ran his paws over his chest, feeling the thick layer of brown fuzz there and catching sight of the dense hair all over his arms as well.

“I'm glad," the Gaylord said, licking his lips. He approached the massive corgi, running his paws up the canine's immense length, eliciting a low rumble of approval. His paws cupped the three testicles the corgi sported, each one geared to form the perfect balance between mortal seed and CUM. “Now, what say you and I put your new body through its paces, eh?"

Randy grinned broadly. “Gladly, my lord."

******

“So… I still don't get what happened," Caleb confessed.

They sat in his Paul's personal quarters. Given his actions at Maplehart College and the plans Sanchez had for him, he was finally given his own place to stay instead of a cell and sleeping in Caleb's bed. Though that didn't stop Shifter or Feral Fang from bunking with him. They sat naked on a large couch big enough to support all three of them with a massive TV playing some movie none of the three were really paying attention to.

“I don't think I get it as well," rumbled Paul. “Just that… when I became part of the Lumber Pile, I became infused with CUM. I became one of them. The thing is, none of them had any other drive or intelligence apart from fuck and be fucked. But I had drive. When I gave myself to them, I became their very core. I… made them whole." The bear regarded his big paws. “I guess I slipped into the Lumberyard and then with the power of CUM, I brought them there. Or maybe I made copies of them into the Lumberyard. By doing that, I exhausted the power of CUM in our world and that's why everyone just… well, they just turned into cum."

“Still way over my head," Lance grunted, one of his big arms draped around Paul's broad shoulders. He leaned down and nuzzled the bear's neck. “But I'm glad you're back. I… Uh…"

“Just say it Lance," Caleb accused. “If it'll make you feel better, I'll say it first." He grinned at Paul. “You were a real hero out there, Paul. You saved us and so many others. You'll keep saving people. I love you, my Lumberjack."

Lance blushed as the other two on the couch turned to him expectantly. “Yeah… Erm… I… what he said."

“Say it you, four-armed freak," Paul growled, jabbing Lance's chest.

The mutant huffed loudly. “Well, I'm not going to say it now that you called me that." He folded his ears back. “But… There's a reason why I came rushing towards you when I saw all that shit blow up. I… I hope you know that."

Caleb laughed softly. “Don't worry. Took him a month to tell me he loved me. This is much faster than that."

Paul smiled and ran a paw down Lance's chest. “Maybe I can do something to convince you to say it out loud."

“Not fucking likely," Lance growled, turning away stubbornly.

“Oh yeah?" answered the Lumberjack seductively. “See, I had to use some CUM to rebuild myself in this world, you know. Not as a CUM monster either, but as me. CUM is basically the fundamental building blocks of our multiverse. Like the primordial ooze or some shit. It had control over it for a minute there and when I put myself together again, I had a few… alterations made."

Lance's ears perked up. “Did you make yourself bigger?"

“No. I gave myself a little… superpower."

Caleb's eyes widened. “Wait, really?"

“Yeah. Really. Watch."

Lance suddenly let out a sound like he was being squeezed tightly. He went rigid but his eyes went down towards his lower two arms. To his surprise, his second layer of pectorals began merging with his first, transforming them into one solid mass of muscle. His lower arms retracted into his body, bone, muscle, nerves and claws faded into his flanks. He lost about half a foot of height but within moments, he was just a normal, two-armed wolf. A two armed wolf that quickly grew a thick layer of brown hair on his chest arms and a scruffy stubble on his muzzle. His hair even grew a little longer and wilder.

Caleb instantly recognised him as Lumberjack Lance. “Oh my god…"

Lance blinked and turned to them. He bolted off the couch and charged into Paul's bathroom.

“HOLY SHIT!"

Paul chuckled softly and pulled Caleb towards himself. Lance came bursting back out, his eyes wide and a big smile on his face.

“I'm normal!"

“No you're not," the Lumberjack laughed. “You're a fucked up pup that is in a three-way relationship with a supervillain and a tailraiser that changes shape constantly."

Paul winked at Caleb and the smaller wolf quivered. Unlike Lance, his body began to grow, stacking on more muscle from years of working in the woods. Thick brown hairs grew all over his body, particularly at the back of his feet. When the transformation was done, Caleb wiggled his toes and laughed in joy.

“Wow…" He lifted his eyes towards Paul. “So you can turn anyone into lumberjacks?"

“And they can keep their minds," answered Paul with a shrug. He lifted his paw. “And I do so solemnly swear I won't use it on anyone else except you two. Unless you think it'll be hot to turn an uptight asshole like Bren into a lumberjack and fuck his brains out."

Caleb gave Paul a little slap on his bare pectoral.

“You can change us back, right?" Lance asked. “I mean, not that I'm not grateful just…"

“We got a job to do," agreed Paul. “I know. I can change you boys back. But for now…"

The Lumberjack lifted his arms, crossing them behind his head. It brought to sight the big bear's rising dick from his sheath.

“What do you boys say to giving your daddy a hand?"