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The Woodfather - Reproduction

Prologue

The forests around Ferndyllais had quickly become infamous. The disappearances of the hunters and staff manning the White Tail Hunting Club had stirred up the rumour mill. Given the many of those hunters were also quite wealthy, their sudden departure had left holes that were still yet to be filled. Coupled with the sudden abandonment and state of the Lancaster Logging lumber camp and mill, people had started regarding the forest with dread and awe. Most of those rumours were completely stupid. Mass exoduses, alien abductions and even something akin to the Rapture. The disappearances of over a hundred men was scarcely soft news and the world was starting to take an interest in the little industrial down in northern Canada that few could point to in the map without consulting their phones. All according to the Woodfather's plan.

Mankind was still far too numerous and far too destructive to simply be converted by our herd no matter how large our numbers had grown. Even with all of our powers, the moment the world's leaders discovered that we were a threat, they would quarantine our expanding borders as best they could and — at worst — launch a nuclear strike to wipe us off the map. These magnificent bodies were certainly durable but they would never stand up against an atomic explosion. No, what the Woodfather needed was a statement. As mankind's eyes turned towards us, we would put before them a grand show that would cement our position in human history and force humanity to acknowledge us. After all, the Woodfather wanted to punish man for his transgressions. They were in the wrong. It was within our right to take back what was ours and make a stand against mankind.

My father's hands wrapped around my gently. “Are you ready, my son?" he whispered softly into my ear.

I held his massive, three-fingered hand tightly in my own, like-built appendages. “I am."

“There are other ways. I ask this of you, yes, but you are always free to refuse. You will be away from all of us for days, weeks. Who knows how long. We will crave for you. All of us. Myself and your brothers."

His brilliant, green eyes shone with true concern and I felt the love and affection from his very soul even as his cock rose and gently prodded my hole. Quivering beneath his immense grasp, I gently nuzzled he thick arm, my tongue gently lapping at the thick veins running down his bicep. “I know but it is something I must do."

“We could always strike out at the suburbs," he suggested. “Turn the rangers that patrol the forests. Attack their farmlands. Taint their food so that they will turn and welcome us with open arms."

I guided his hands through the thick, black hair that coated my chest. Even though my pelt was a lighter brown, the manly hair that covered my body and gripped the edges of my muzzle as a beard set me out from the rest of my brothers. Smaller than the others, I may be, but I was… let us say, the 'warmest'. Mikey had taken to calling me 'cuddly' and I quite liked falling asleep in my burly brother's muscular arms with his monster dick within me. He really was quite a gentle giant.

“This is for me as well, father," I said. “I must have… closure."

The Woodfather nodded sagely. “As you wish, my son." He paused, coming to terms with the separation that we would have to endure. “Prepare yourself."

I lowered myself on the floor, my back pressing up against the cold concrete of the dilapidated mill with my legs spread wide. The Woodfather rested my calves on his immense shoulders and lowered himself down into me. His cock slid with very little resistance into my hole; both a familiar presence and comfortable heat that filled me. The bond between our souls reignited like that brilliant moment when I had become his cock the first night we had bonded. Every inch of me wanted to return to that state but just as the mother bird must eventually let her birds flee the nest, so too did the Woodfather resist pulling me back within himself.

His gentle thrusts were slow, methodical but no less passionate. The mighty hands that had carved this flesh worked effortlessly to slide through every vein, muscle, bone and cell to once again reshape it. Drop after drop of his precum poured into me. My soul was quickly enveloped in the ocean of his mighty essence, happily relinquishing the mortal form that writhed and clawed at the ground with my three fingers, squirming in passion. Once more, the Woodfather took full control of my body but let me experience the euphoric sensations of his soul reforging my body.

Once every part of my physical frame was under his control, he systematically began drawing everything inwards. It was like being stuffed into a small box. Pressure began building within me as a natural resistance to being confined. Knowing this, however, he began directing the power towards my cock and balls. Already hard, my dick began leaking uncontrollably, only ever so slightly easing the need to erupt that was consuming my entire form.

The dark fur that had covered my body retreated into my flesh. Every follicle that vanished into smooth, caramel skin was another burst of precum that was growing increasingly thick every time the Woodfather ploughed his cock into me. My balls churned loudly, drowning out the crackling of my bones as my above-human seven foot tall frame shrank back down to a more easily concealed 5'11''. Taut, lean muscles were forced to recede to be more proportionate to my new height but he could not take much more lest the pressure in my balls burst forth and his control recede with it.

The greatest changes quickly took place. The two cloven toes that could trot easily through the forest without harm snapped and splintered. Hardened points shrank as flesh rushed forward and bones fractures into five, distinct digits. My toes, regaining a degree of flexibility, curled in ecstasy — a sensation that I will admit to having missed. My fingers stiffened, stretching out as far as they could. A powerful force pushed outwards from within the bone, forcing them to grow and splinter. They pushed out against my skin, splitting the three digits into five with the only change to my thumb being that the blackened nails turning a opaque white.

The cold, hard floor of the destroyed mill pressed up against my bare back as the last of my fur receded into my flesh. A healthy coating of dark brown, almost black hair still covered my body from my thick legs, my chiselled torso and all up and down my arms.

But the hardest change was yet to come.

My proud muzzle began squeezing back into my skull and with it, my cock began to teeter on the edge of climax. The Woodfather's honeyed words whispered for me to hold on for a little longer and I doggedly resisted the urge to orgasm even as my proud antlers shrunk back into my skull. There was no pain. All I could feel was the mass that was receding from my skull travelling down my neck, down my chest, propelled by my heart towards my cock. Then it hit a roadblock as my balls could take no more.

Realising that any more conversion would lead to my orgasm and with still more to change, my father redirected the mass to the rest of my body. I could feel his presence seeped into my crotch, changing the sweat glands there, mutating them. As my ears obtained a more rounded, human feature, his power carried the converted mass towards my armpits where again, he changed my glands, arming me for my mission. I let out a gasp, my first gasp as a human once more, and immediately grit my teeth as my father finally allowed me to orgasm.

Hot, white cum splattered all over my chest, soaking into dense, black fur-like hair that covered my entire torso and causing my hardened, abdominals to tighten with every jet and spasm. The Woodfather did not allow himself to cum into me no matter how much I wanted him too. It would be too much of a mess. Feeling him inside me was enough, however, and as the last of my former form seeped out of me, he bent down, showing impressive dexterity and took my cock into his muzzle without ever touching it with his mighty hands. He drew the last of my seed out of me with powerful suction, making my eyelids flutter.

My entire body, my now miserably human body, felt weak under such a mighty force; weak and cold. He lay down beside me, his tongue snaking out and gently lapping up my cum from my chest to keep me clean and to wipe all traces of our activities. I held him tightly against me, praying that every second would last an hour before I had to let go and pursue my mission. Time marched on, however, and the Woodfather gently rose.

“Be brave, my son," he whispered. “Know that you will never fail me for even in trying, you have exceeded my expectations. Return when you are ready and do not push yourself or put yourself at unnecessary risk." He bent down and gave me one last kiss. “We are always with you."

Then he was gone, loping out of the back of the lumber mill before the humans arrived in their pollution spewing vehicles looking upon the once proud processor of wood with some trepidation.

Confusion was natural. Humans considered themselves the apex predator of all the Earth. It was inconceivable to them that something was hunting them down by the dozens. Still, they approached the heavily damaged lumber mill armed and with specialised equipment to detect any signs of life. They spotted me well before they actually came within sight. A slow, methodical approach hinted at discipline, either police or maybe even military. Many of them scampered around the back, hoping to cut off any hope of escape. Others still hung back, gazing on stoically with rising trepidation, likely executives and seasoned businessmen who were here only to assess the damage and then try and get the mill back up and running. Such a thing would likely annoy Mikey to no end but if I could hopefully stop such a grievous and blatant disregard for my father's warnings if I acted fast enough.

The soldiers charged through the doors guns raised. Handguns. Nothing military issued. These were members of the local police. An empty, destroyed lumber mill greeted them. Great machines that would have once cut great pines into firewood lay crushed, twisted in the rough lovemaking of bulky Lumbered and in their wild displays of machismo. Walls were shattered from when the powerful Amalgams ploughed through their fragile frames. Holes in the ceiling allowed sunlight through, catching the flecks of dust in the air and metamorphosing into golden rays that had once helped feed the grand Synergists. Stains and the most damning form of evidence that immense, virile bucks had invaded this place were wiped clean. Even footprints had been swept clean. All these men knew was something had taken the men of the facility.

All save for one.

The officers scoured the grounds whispering confusion and fear amongst themselves even with their guns raised. Their fear was palpable. Every step was cautious. Each of them stayed within a tight formation. None of them acted like a hero or wandered away. This was a cool, controlled operation. Whoever was in command had a firm grip on these officers; an immense sense of control. It was arousing.

Time to throw a spanner their meticulously maintained, well-oiled machine.

From behind one of the great, dilapidated machines I emerged, hands up in the universal sign of surrender. Their flashlights immediately swung towards me, blinding me. The saying 'deer caught in the headlights' sprung to mind but I was not a deer… or a stag. At least in appearances.

“Don't shoot!" I pleaded. “My name is Siddarth Pani!"

The officers exchanged glances in shock.

“Holy shit…" one whispered. “That's the CEO's missing son!"

CEO. It seemed that my biological father had moved up in the past few months. Little surprise. Countless people missing since the dawn of spring. Only now as the leaves were just turning to embrace autumn did Lancaster authorise a search of their lost assets. That would have caused endless shame and investor backlash. The former CEO must have resigned. One of the disadvantages of living out in the wild was our inability to fully keep track of the activities of our enemies.

An officer came up to me, removing his jacket and draping it over my furless shoulders. “Come on, son. Let's get you out of here." He turned to his comrades. “Get an ambulance over here! And get this poor kid some clothes!"

It did not take long before a media frenzy was quickly whipped up. The few reporters that had been at the site of the recovery operation had the benefit of learning that I, Siddarth Pani, had somehow survived about nine months of being out in the wild. Admittedly, I was naked and 'filthy' but looking rather well. None of them noticed that I had grown a few inches and was well toned for an individual that had been surviving out in the wild without the luxuries of modern life. It helped that my excessively hairy body had kept much of my muscle done hidden.

The ambulance had arrived after the other news outlets. Microphones were being shoved in my face well before a paramedic had wrapped an insulating blanket over my shoulders and offered me some rudimentary clothing. He began taking diagnostics, expressing surprise when I showed no signs of dehydration, malnutrition or disease of any kind. The excuse I offered was that I was just lucky.

A man in the deep tan uniform of one of the rangers approached me once the paramedic had cleared me. There was a big, bushy moustache sitting on his upper lip and from the look of the bags under his eyes, he had rarely slept in the past few days. He tipped his hat towards me and gruffly coughed as a means of introduction.

“I know you're probably gonna get the media grilling you about what happened, son," said the man, Sheriff Snyder by his badge. “But I really appreciate it if you tell me what happened out there before someone from Channel 10 gets it out of you."

Likely an attempt to save face. Snyder was likely responsible for patrolling the area where my brothers and I had gone missing. Perhaps even had jurisdiction over the lumber mill which explained his presence here. Should the reasons for my miraculous escape and a sliver of the truth of what had caused these disappearances reach the media before he had a chance to speak, it was likely his neck and job on the line. I sympathised with the man and tempted as I was to act the blabbering idiot, being confined to a medical institute was counter to the Woodfather's plans.

“It was horrible, sheriff," I offered weakly. “I was on the run from these… these things for months. Somehow managed to elude them."

The sheriff's heavy brow knotted in concentration. “What things?"

“I… I don't know how to describe them. They were… I don't know… They just kept saying that they were part of the forest and mankind had sinned against them. Said 'The Woodfather' was coming after us all."

A speech I had practised and recited for months in preparation for this day. Before the sheriff could interrogate me further sleek, black town car rolled up beside the ambulance. The door sprang open and a tall, powerfully built, ebony-skinned man with a bald head and black sunglasses emerged. He strode towards the sheriff and whispered something in his ear. The sheriff sighed heavily and took a step back.

The suited man turned towards me. “Mr. Pani? My name is Miles Roaker. I'm here to take you home."

Home. My home was in the forest in the embrace of my true father. Isolation from the rest of my family would be torture especially as I would be trapped within a concrete jungle but this is what my father needed of me and I would not fail him. Nodding quietly, I stood up from the ambulance and followed Roaker to the back of the town car. There, I was surprised that there was another person in the car to greet me.

“Anshu Gupta…" I whispered in surprise.

Anshu, the man who had originally given me life, gave me a gentle smile from behind his tightly trimmed beard. “Sid, is that any way to greet your father."

This man was not my father but I still forced a weak smile and entered the town car. “I'm sorry, father." Uttering the pronoun was hard and tasted like blasphemy on my tongue. “I… I have been alone for so long."

“No tears, Sid. You are a Gupta. Even if you chose another name you are still of my blood." He gave me a tight smile. “I am glad you have returned. Much has changed since your disappearance."

As was always the case with Anshu, he steered the conversation towards him. Not a bad thing given the circumstances but that is what made him such a despicable human. Greedy and manipulative, he ensured that he was the centre of attention so that everyone would remember him. Over and over again, he had told me that in this day and age it was not who you know or even what you knew, it was who knew you. Thus by drawing all the attention to him, he ensured that everyone knew him.

Little wonder how he managed to become the CEO of Lancaster Logging within the nine months of my 'disappearance'. Apparently the former CEO resigned in shame after his handling of the disappearances of his workers. Naturally, my 'father' had gone to great lengths to ensure that he took action thus the police search.

“And I am glad that you turned up in the operations."

Spoken like he knew I would somehow be there. He rattled off about how 'we Guptas' were always resourceful and that I had his blood running through me so there was no doubt that I had survived whatever it was that had destroyed his assets. Arrogant. Conniving. Controlling. That was Anshu Gupta.

“Take the week to rest, recuperate and get a trim," Anshu said. “Become re-acclimated to civilised society." His hooked nose crinkled ever so slightly. “Take a bath. Next Monday, I will take you on a tour of the Lancaster building. Introduce you to the board of directors. It will be a spectacular triumph. Don't speak to the media or even the authorities. Stay at our residence." He nodded past me at our driver. “In fact, Roaker is going to be your bodyguard. He'll keep those roaches in line."

And likely keep me out of trouble. This complicated matters. I had not expected this to be easy but I had hoped for a little more freedom than this. It seemed that this corporate parasite wanted me on a tight leash, being trained one more until my story could be sold to the media and thus bring him more attention. After all, though it was I that had returned, he was the one that had organised the search. No doubt should I start babbling off about the dire warnings of the Woodfather, he would not hesitate to have me committed. Nothing could tarnish his reputation after all.

Perhaps I should not have warned Snyder after all.

I jerked at the touch of Anshu's hand on my knee. He was smiling and I did my best to return it.

“Welcome back, son."

Reproduction

The Gupta residence had grown bigger since I had left. Apparently, Anshu's promotion had been finalised three months earlier and in that time, he had managed to expand the grounds to the point that it was contained with a thick, red brick wall complete with overseeing security and vast, sprawling gardens. Situated in the richest suburb of Ferndyllais known as Greenmere, it was surrounded by other opulent families who rarely even stayed at their luxurious three storey homes with over ten bedrooms. Most of these mansions were there as winter getaways for these families who would retreat to the snowy lands and go skiing, hunting or camping in the nearby mountains.

Perhaps due to the fact that I had been the one with the least time in the all-encompassing embrace of my father, I still had memories of many such activities including the fateful event that had led to my joining the Woodfather's herd. None of my other brothers seemed to recall the camping trip and even if they did, they showed little regard for it. Perhaps for the best. Pangs of guilt stabbed at my soul every time I used the foul-smelling soap or ate slop that they called 'gourmet meals. But the key here was to appear like I had somehow survived unscathed and play the part of the obedient, pleasant son who was once again getting acclimated to civilised society.

The past week had been somewhat… trying. Many former friends had attempted to reconnect with me and the families of Michael, Toby and Vince had all begged to know what had happened to their sons. Vague answers were all they received. With Anshu watching my every move for any signs of instability, I could not reveal too much of the Woodfather's plan lest they commit me. Though it would be entertaining to convert a facility full of the insane, my objective was to make a statement. The spire that had encroached upon our land, sending its ants to devour our trees would be next.

There was no doubt that one of Anshu's spies was none other than Miles Roaker. My bodyguard was around me at all hours of the night. How he slept was a mystery as even at night should I wish to wander out into the gardens and feel the grass between my toes — these bizarre, flat, unprotected toes — he was there asking what I was doing. I could not so much as sneeze without him there offering me a tissue. One moment, the hallways were empty and I was not being followed and upon entering a room, he would be there! The man was a ghost!

The only privacy I had was at night in the comfort of my own bed where I dreamt of the blissful days when I was in my father's embrace, his cock deep within me, our souls dancing in glee while our bodies roiled in all the pleasures of the flesh, my brothers right beside me. The vast distance between us made it impossible to get more than the faintest brush from my father's consciousness. At times, my brothers were there as well, offering what little support they could but it was lonely being the infiltration agent.

But I would not fail them. The plan relied on me. Today, Lancaster Logging would fall.

I splashed a bit of water from the gilded faucet against my face. The ragged beard was gone and my hair had been neatly trimmed back to a stylish wave. Bare skin felt so odd after so long being a buck and I still remembered the sensation of my father's dick within me, unleashing my potential but at the same time compressing my physical form into this shape. Admittedly, I was much fitter and bulkier than I had been before I had chosen the Woodfather's herd but nowhere near how muscular as Mikey had been. I still fit in the suits that my father had bought me but at least now, my frame was stretching the material. The stifling, caramel gold tie around my neck felt like a noose and the pants barely left any room for my enlarged genitals. Where most men would be glad for the increase in size to their meat, it was a hindrance within these tight slacks. Stuffing my feet into the awful black, formal shoes were even worse. Humans went to extravagant lengths just to look good when in reality, they just looked utterly foolish in clothing that was impractical.

A knock came to the door and I adjusted the tie one last time before beckoning the presence to enter.

Naturally, it was Miles.

“You look quite handsome, sir," he commented, his deep voice always professional and the friendly edge clearly forced. “Are you ready to depart?"

“Yes," I answered stiffly. “My… father isn't accompanying us?"

“He's already at the building. He wanted you to enter through the back of the parking garage to avoid the media rush. He's acting as a decoy."

Anshu had gone out of his way to let everyone know that there was a big announcement coming up that involved his son on this day. He had already been briefing me on his plans to give me a team and put me in charge of the investigation to what had happened to Lancaster's assets. A clever manoeuvre, he was placing me away from investigation and also making it seem like he was doing something about the events. At the same time, he emphasised that I was not to share any details with him. 'Conflict of interests' he said. In truth, he was just ensuring that he would not be held liable if I failed. Ever the schemer, Anshu Gupta. Acts of benevolence were really politically-charged plans designed to either cover his ass or elevate him. Like this motion of acting as the 'decoy'. Yes he would divert attention from me but at the same time, he would be visible in front of the media and spend more time in the limelight.

Typical conniving snake.

“Then we better get going," I said, turning towards Miles.

He escorted me through the grounds of the Gupta mansion, leading me from my room in the family wing — facing the west so the sunset was visible — and heading down to the front doors. The grand staircase was a useless piece of luxury that was more a sign of station than actually practically especially considering there were elevators present. The crystal chandelier was an immense hazard and the marble tiles were so gaudy to look at that they burned my eyes. Though I was in the guise of a human, it still felt filthy and so… artificial just being in the same room as all this opulence. The foul, contrived lemony smell from all the disinfectants, the sickening wax that they used to polish the floors and the poor plants that were deprived of clean air and cultivated in such controlled environments just made me sick to my stomach.

Miles noticed. Nothing slipped past him. “Are you feeling alright, sir?"

I gave him a thin smile. “Just a little nervous. It's been a while since I was out in public."

Without missing a beat, he said, “You shouldn't be so nervous. After all, you have been in the eye of the public many times before. Remember that time that you went on a party in Snowton and posted selfies of yourself while obviously doing cocaine?"

I did not predominantly because that night was a blurry haze of euphoric, mild-altering drugs and alcohol. I did remember Anshu's reaction afterwards, however, and how the media had painted me as an irresponsible, trust-fund-baby. Anshu had cut me off my allowance for a month. It had been one of the many experiences that had honed my desire for control. Several other similar incidents had led to Anshu dictating that he would only pay for certain essentials. The trip out to the cabin had been one of those things that he had opted not to pay for.

“I do now," I mumbled. “You know an awful lot about me, don't you, Miles?"

“It's my job to know the man I am guarding," answered the bodyguard, opening the passenger-side door for me to the black town car. “I know everything about you from your school records, likes, dislikes and attitudes towards Lancaster. The only thing I don't know is what happened in the nine months you disappeared."

Colour me impressed. “You know all about me in the week that you've been assigned to guard me?"

“Not entirely."

Miles confessed that he had originally been Anshu's bodyguard and as such had to learn as much as he could about his charge to best protect him. When news arrived that Anshu's son had somehow been recovered, the corporate leader had immediately made moves to ensure that I was protected. That led to Miles being reassigned to me and over the past week, he had to learn what he could from dossiers provided. Since he already had some rudimentary knowledge based on what he learned from his former charge, he did not need to absorb too much.

Still an impressive feat. And also a new source of information.

“Since you were my father's bodyguard, can you tell me if he genuinely cares about me or is just treating me like another opportunity for me."

Miles took up the driver's seat and started the car. The unnatural purr of the vehicle set my teeth on edge. A quiet prayer was offered in forgiveness to the Woodfather for using such a foul contraption. I felt my true father's presence brush against my soul, telling me to calm and relax. All was forgiven. Even if I did not succeed in bringing down Lancaster, he still loved me. Such a good patriarch, the Woodfather.

Unlike Anshu.

“Your father is an opportunist," confessed Miles, the faintest hint of pity in his voice. “I'm sure that he cares very much about you but he also sees that there are advantages to having a prodigal son return. I mean, when things are better for him, they'll be better for you too, right?"

A curious way of interpreting Anshu's ceaseless desire for conquest and expansion. Also a curious spark of empathy from a bodyguard. It was impressive nonetheless that Miles knew so much about the Guptas and was comfortable enough to offer some degree of criticism towards his employer. Beneath his tough, muscular build and gruff exterior was the beating heart of a man but a man who had to constantly push aside his personal feelings for the sake of his occupation.

Miles pulled out of the driveway. He coughed softly and immediately switched on the air conditioning. Ever the professional, he did not mention that the car still stank of my odour when I had returned from the forests. That was not the case. The car had been meticulously washed. What he was smelling was my musk. A musk that he deserved to smell as a being who empathised with me and who showed more compassion than even my 'father' did. I had decided that Miles would be my right-hand man in this venture.

“How did you get into the bodyguard business, Miles?" I asked.

“The usual. Worked out as a kid. Played football. Couldn't make it into the majors."

“You're from the United States?"

Miles laughed softly. “Yeah, I am. Did my accent give me away?"

“Not at all. Just that football is not so big up here in Canada as it is down there."

Again, the bodyguard chuckled, a deep rumbling noise that almost drowned out the growling of the car. “Lancaster was hiring up here so after doing some bouncer duty in clubs and signing up with a security company, I eventually got this gig. I'm honestly grateful for the opportunity."

A little bit of brown-nosing there. It was to be expected. After all, I was still an unknown. No one within Ferndyllais knew what I had been through in those nine months. All everyone knew was that I was somehow back and that skyrocketed me to stardom. Anshu constantly complained about the requests from international news corporations for interviews or rights to my story. Lancaster had never been truly that big but this publicity was the gateway that Anshu was looking for to take the company to international levels.

It was also the stage the Woodfather, my true father, had been waiting for.

“I take it you work out then? You must be, what? 200, 220 pounds?"

“225, actually." Miles smiled at me through the rear view window. “I thought you used the metric system up here."

“It was just a guess. You certainly looked the size."

It was hard to truly tell what the chocolate-skinned man looked beneath his tight suit but he had the build of a bodybuilder. 6'7'', he towered over me by about half a foot and was build like a tank. To humans, it would've been impressive but given that I had been in the presence of true titans like Mikey and his brood, I was not so easily swayed. Pity that such a big, strong beast was chained by the shackles of society and professionalism.

“Before I forget, sir." Miles produced a folder over his shoulder and handed it to me. “Your schedule for the day. Written by your dad."

Anshu had always been somewhat of a control freak. Even when I was human, he attempted to control every aspect of my life from my education, my friends and even to when I shit. Little surprise then that he had an agenda laid out for me. The idea that he was planning my tour throughout the building was infuriating but at the same time, I could only assume that he was keeping me out of sight. He was actually tasking Miles to take me down to the bomb shelter beneath the building.

“We have a bomb shelter?" I asked.

“Kind of a panic room, really," answered Miles with a shrug over his shoulder. “After what happened to you, a bunch of hunters and then the Lancaster crew at the mill and lumber yard, the old CEO got a little paranoid. He had a section built beneath the underground parking garage just for his panic room. Was afraid that if someone did come after him, he would be left defenceless."

“And his office is at the very top of the building. So to get to it, he would have to go down over a dozen flights of stairs or take the lift to get to it."

“It wasn't a very well conceived plan." Miles slowed down slightly as we left the luxury of Greenmere and came to the steel and concrete towards of downtown Ferndyllais. The glistening glass towers were a sickening testament to how little mankind cared for the environment. That the smokestacks of factories were just visible on the horizon, pumping their black plumes of smoke into the air only made things so much worse.

“It's why the old guy was kicked out and your dad put in charge," Miles finished. Whatever he had said in between those two sentences were lost on me and I merely nodded. “Your dad cares about you, sir. He wants you to know the code to the panic room so that if whoever or whatever came at you again, you'd know where to go."

“You don't have to make excuses for him, Miles. I know what he is." The bodyguard didn't speak giving me the option either to continue my rant or keep the silence. I opted to rant. “He's a controlling, paranoid, cold, heartless tight-ass who only sees me as another asset in his company. He's always been like that and I know you know it as well given how much time you've spent studying him. We're all living on his dime. At least that's how he sees it. We can't eat, breathe or even blink without him telling us to."

I rested back and crossed my arms behind my head. My scent wafted out of my armpits and into the air. Miles wriggled his nose a little but didn't do more to turn up the AC. He was getting used to it, getting used to me. The tangled smells that permeated the air masked most of my odour but it could do nothing to dilute my essence seeping through the air, wafting through his nostrils and into his very being. There, I could taste his soul.

Conflict roiled in his heart. The line between professionalism and genuine friendship was thin but he kept me at arms length knowing just what a prick Anshu could be. There was a sense of relief that I apparently was not my father's son but at the same time, he considered me some sort of spoiled brat that was ungrateful for all his father's riches and the luxury I had. Using that as a platform, he reinforced his mandate to remain as my bodyguard, act cordially and maybe even be a little friendly when the situation arose but not to connect on a personal level. The hardened defences pushed my advances back but not enough to break the connection between us. My scent was in him and now I had to key to breaking them down.

As he rolled up to the Lancaster Logging building, I could not help but scoff at the extravagance that architects had put into its construction. A large courtyard was placed at the very front of the building with a large, silver tree positioned at its centre. It was there that Anshu stood taking questions from the mass media. The building itself towered skyward, a massive glass, concrete and steel monolith with a truncated top that appeared like it had been sliced at an angle to make it seem less like a cold corporate building and more like a work of art. Lancaster's giant 'L' within a pyramid made of six stacked circles hovered at the very tip, a brand that was visible from all across the city.

The obelisk of corporate logging vanished with the town car's descent into the bowels of the parking structure. Hundreds of metal death traps that spewed noxious gases and ran on the corpses of behemoths long gone were lined up in near perfect lines up and down this concrete tomb. Silent, slumbering, these cars came in a variety of shapes, sizes and colours but they all made the same statement; mankind strove to be the master of all from the metal that made these coffins of steel, to the oil and petrol that made them run and even to basic physics. Control. Man wanted control and in that control, they lost all sight of what they really were deep down. Beasts. All of them were just beasts.

Miles brought the town car to one of the executive parking spaces and moved immediately to open the door on my side. Unwilling to be waited on even by my bodyguard-slash-chauffeur, I opened the door myself and stepped out. The air buzzed with the unnatural noise of neon lights and stank of barely circulated oxygen. This was a place where nature had been driven off and mankind's stink had taken over.

“This way, sir," Miles instructed, gesturing towards the nearby elevator.

“We've got time," I said. “Why don't we take the stairs?"

One of Miles' thick eyebrows rose in curiosity. “That's over twenty floors up."

“Back in the forest, when I was running for my life, twenty floors up a flight of stairs is nothing."

The mention of my ordeal was enough to silence any protests as I knew it would. Miles had been instructed not to pry too much into what had happened. It was the therapist's job to do that and I will admit that Dr. Brownstein was competent… for a human. No further objections were raised from my tall, handsome, bald bodyguard and we headed towards the stairs right beside the elevator. The air was even staler within the stairwell than out in the car park. Miles insisted I go first, likely thinking that I would exhaust myself and he had to be there to catch me should I topple back in exhaustion.

Cute. Though my size may have diminished with my reversion to a human, my strength as a buck remained. The stairs were taken two at a time and loped easily up the floors without any signs of exhaustion. By the sixth floor, Miles was starting to show signs of wearing down. Pools of sweat were starting to develop under the armpits of his black suit jacket and that reminded me that I should be showing the same signs. It was strange having to consciously trigger my own sweat glands but it was as easy as turning a dial. By the tenth floor, sweat was leaking out of my armpits and soaking my shirt. There was enough that the concentrated musk flooding out of me permeated the air and with Miles just a few steps behind me, he got a face full of the mind-altering aphrodisiac. Coupled with his exhaustion, Miles was barely aware of the arousal pushing up against his slacks, only occasionally adjusting himself every second floor or two.

When at last we came to the twenty-first floor, we were both sweating — Miles more so than me — a thick aroma hung over us. Miles grinned at me, too tired to admit that he was impressed by my feat of athleticism. A wordless exchange of platitudes passed with our acknowledging nods and we turned towards the security door that led us to the twenty-first floor - the business floor apparently. Here, staff of Lancaster dealt with businesses all over the globe whether it be on who can process their wood into paper or who needed firewood to sell for the winter. It was constantly busy and noisy as confident men strutted around the floor, talking on their headsets loudly about this deal or that. When a trade was made, they would arrogantly pump a fist through the air and ring a bell to the applause of everyone else. The meat of Lancaster's business occurred on twenty-first to twenty-third floors. Anything below the eighteenth was rented out to other businesses. HR, the IT department and security were located on 18 to twenty. Management resided on the last two floor with Anshu, naturally, being on the very top perched just behind the big Lancaster logo.

One of the businessmen came striding by, two cups of water in his hands. He was so busy talking on his phone that he barely noticed us.

“Yes, yes," uttered the blonde-haired man with a strained smile. “Of course we can get you the wood before the end of the month. That's the Lancaster guarantee. Distance is not an object. We just need two weeks to get all the paperwork done and you'll have your pines at your doorstep."

The man, a 5'10'', skinny man dressed in a sharp, beige collared shirt without a tie and bright blue slacks stumbled forward as whoever he was talking to said something that startled him. His trajectory immediately caused him to drop the cup in his left hand and, upon instinct, he went to snatch it from the air with his other hand only to send both cups sailing towards me. Miles was too tired to defend me and though it would have been a simple matter to dodge out of the way, this was the perfect opportunity to entrap someone on this floor. Besides, the splash of cold water was refreshing. Almost like one of the spring just on the edge of winter.

“Oh shit!" exclaimed the man. His blue eyes immediately darted to his headset. “No, sir. Not you. I mean… Of course it won't be a problem. We need the two weeks because it's standard procedure here. Yes, I understand that I said distance is not object but time —"

Suddenly another man can swooping in, a 6'1'' man of Asian descent with short-cropped black hair that was so closely cut that he might as well be bald. He snatched the headset from the blonde with a fluidity that was mesmerising in its beauty. Before the first man could protest, the other raised a finger at him.

“Hi Mr. Stalwart, my name is Leo. Leo Lee. Yep, easy to remember. Listen, you're concerned about the two weeks but let me tell you something, two weeks is nothing to us. But you know all these bureaucrats. They need everything signed, stamped and signed again fifty times over. We can get you the paperwork but we've got to file this trade with all the regulators too, right? And let's face it, Mr. Stalwart, I know you're a capable man and I'm sure you're not just waiting on our wood to do your business right? So why don't you take the next two weeks off and when you get back from your vacation, you'll have all the pine you need. Hell, I'll even recommend this amazing place I like to go fishing."

Leo winked slyly at the blonde man before strutting away with a dismissive wave over his shoulder.

“Fucking Leo," growled the one that had doused me in water. Soaking as I may have been, it barely hid my scent and as it wafted into the man's nostrils, I caught glimpses of his soul. “Always stealing my trades."

This floor was extremely competitive. The people here cowed to progress and sales. The numbers did not lie. Anyone could be a jerk to anyone else as long as they got results and clearly this Leo Lee was one of the top traders compared to Raphael Lefevre — the blonde man. Leo was a closer. Didn't matter if someone else did the leg work. Leo would sweep in, take the trade and seal the deal. He got all the glory. Everyone called him the 'Wide Receiver' not only because the word of everyone else on the team was overshadowed by his ability to catch the 'ball' and take it to the end zone in the flashiest way possible but because there were some nasty rumours about how he liked it in the butt and would even go to the lengths of offering said butt to clients to close the deal. They were only rumours, of course.

Raphael turned towards Miles who was now looming over my shoulder, staring down at the shorter employee with a glower that could kill a man. He whimpered and visibly shrunk back.

“Uh… Sorry about…" His eyes widened the moment he caught sight of me. “Oh fuck… I mean… I'm so sorry, Mr. Gupta!"

I lifted my hand. “My name is Siddarth Pani. I had my name legally changed to use my middle name as my surname a while ago." It was an act of rebellion against Anshu and in some way, liberated me from his chains even now as he tried to reel me back in to this cold, cutthroat corporate world. “And you don't need to worry about it. I needed a drink after taking the stairs."

“The lifts don't work?" Raphael asked, puzzled.

“No. They do. I just wanted to exercise." I absently slapped Miles' chest to tell him to ease off. The bodyguard reflexed. Not even a single word. Just that simple backhanded slap. Miles had obeyed my order subconsciously. He was falling deeper and deeper into my influence. Just a little longer. “Why don't you show me around the floor —" I had to stop to remind myself that Raphael had yet to introduce himself to me.

“Raphael. Raphael Lefevre." The trader held out his hand. “Just Raph is fine. Everyone calls me that here."

I caught the predatory stare of Leo Lee a short distance away, likely realising that Raphael was making friends with the CEO's son. Leo quickly closed his deal and in the two seconds before I could grasp Raphael's hand, he was suddenly there, slightly but forcibly pushing Raphael aside and displacing his hand away from my outstretched one.

“Good job there, Raph," laughed the pushy trader. “Can't close a deal with Stalwart and soaking the boss' son while you're at it. You're on fire today." He grinned broadly, a gesture that sent chills down my spine and immediately sent my stomach churning in disgust. “Name's Leo Lee. Pleasure to meet you. Mr. Pani."

He took my hand and gave it a firm, powerful shake. Crushing it would have been a simple matter but I instead returned the same powerful shake and immediately let go. “Nice to meet you." It really wasn't. The guy emulated everything about this corporate world that I detested. This was a battleground where the only way to succeed was to step on the achievements of other and rise on a mound of corpses. One had to control their competition to win the game.

“Why don't I show you around the floor?" Leo offered. “Can I get you a drink?" He shot Raphael a sly, sidewards smirk. “In a cup?" He reached over and grabbed my shoulder, already starting to turn me towards a particular direction - likely towards his desk.

I pulled away. “Actually, I have a tight schedule mandated by the CEO. I wasted enough time going up the stairs for some light exercise. I think I'll have to skip the rest of the tour and go straight to the panic room if I want to make my meeting with the board." I glanced towards Miles. “Right, Miles?"

Without even hesitating, Miles said, “Yep." He stepped forward, pushing his massive chest against Leo's arm and forcing the skinny trader to let go of my arm. “No time for that now, Lee. We've got to go." He made a show of reaching over Leo, showing off his thick arm, and pressing the call button for the lift. Leo stepped back.

“Oh. Okay. Next time then."

I did not respond even though I wanted to tell him that the 'next time' would involve him begging for my cock like the needy bitch that he was. The elevator could not have arrived sooner and both Miles and I retreated into the confines of the solid, steel box, alone. A shiver ran down my body the moment the doors closed.

“Yeah, that guy was a snake," Miles mumbled. No doubt about my current condition being soaked by chilled water. He immediately knew that my shudder was in response to Leo Lee. Excellent. “Sadly you'll encounter a lot of them. The board of directors won't show you any mercy either." His dark eyes, still hidden behind those sunglasses, drifted over to me. “You know your dad intends to put you in charge of finding out what happened out there in the woods, right?"

“That much was obvious," I responded, with a faint smile. “I suppose the board will also try and use that as an opportunity to undermine me and get to him. Wait a few months or so, hoping I don't come up with any results, and then start criticising and undercutting my efforts in the hope that it would somehow bring down the CEO."

“Those weeks out in the forest has given you a pretty sharp sense of people, if you don't mind me saying so." Miles' smile wavered.

“You want to find out what happened out there, don't you?" I accused, knowing full well what his soul craved.

“That obvious, huh?" Miles sighed softly. “I figure that whatever you were running from might be coming after you in the future. So if I'm to protect you, I'm thinking I should know what it is that I should look out for." He immediately lifted his big hands. “But not right now. You're still recovering. I understand. When you're ready."

I turned my smile to him. “What makes you think that you have to protect me at all?"

He returned that smile. “What do you mean sir? You think that because you survived out there, you can take whatever is coming? Don't tell me you've turned into some sort of superhero vigilante now. Gonna dress up in green tights or something?"

Amusing that he would draw that comparison. In many ways, was this not how many of those comic book heroes started off? Some traumatic experience left them having to become something primal, to connect with something deeper within them and harden their resolve. They hone their skills, turning into machines of their cause and return to society with all the funds a rich family could afford to help boost their masked vigilante career.

“Maybe," I snickered softly. “I am here to save everyone."

“Come on, kid. You're not serious."

The elevator dinged and the doors opened to reveal a stark, dark hallway lined with pipes. There were barely any lights and the air was hot and humid, barely regulated. The walls were made entirely of concrete, however. Very solid. An earthquake would have a hard time splitting it apart.

“I'll show you exactly what I mean once we get to the panic room," I said, stepping out of the lift and into the dark hallway. “Right now, I'm wondering where the hell we are."

The maintenance tunnels, as Miles said. These tunnels ran through the bowels of the building and were predominantly designed to carry large supplies from the parking garage to the lifts and then up to the various floors. Since the panic room was a hasty project, there was no way to add another floor beneath the existing building exclusively for the room so they just retrofitted one of the bigger storage rooms in the tunnels. The maintenance crew were none too pleased that they would have to store their much needed cleaning supplies elsewhere but after spending millions on a room designed to protect a select few from the apocalypse, Lancaster was not going to just destroy it.

The panic room, located a fair distance away from the lifts and down its own tunnel clear of pipes and grates, was sealed behind a thick, metal door. Miles gave me the password saying that only himself, the board of directors and their security detail as well as my father knew the six digit code to get in. It was the old CEO's birth date. Not exactly the most secure codes but it would be easy to remember. Soon, Anshu would change the code to something he would remember.

The thick iron door groaned loudly before sliding aside with incredible slowness. A charging buck could easily cross the distance between the elevator to the door and wrench it open in the time it took for full access to be granted. Within was a full array of bunk beds lining the walls and with rudimentary supplies positioned between them. A bathroom was visible to the left and to the right was a closet of non-perishable supplies. At the far end of the room was what appeared to be a security room where surveillance equipment had been set up. The console drew me attention and I passed the lockers and basic forms of entertainment to peer into the room.

“That's downtown," I noted, pointing at one of the screens. “And that's several blocks away. Is it even legal to set up this kind of monitoring?"

“Nope," Miles said with a pop of his broad, full lips. The towering bodyguard stepped into the small room that was barely ventilated. While the living area of what could only be seen as a bunker had the air conditioning on at full blast to keep it mostly cool, all the machines within the monitoring room kept the temperature at a stifling heat. The electrical buzz of all the monitors and hardware only made me painfully aware of the lack of windows. The only exit was the one door which I quietly shut behind me.

“The old CEO was let go specifically because of this room," explained Miles. “When news reached the board of directors that he had set up all this equipment and placed spy equipment all over town, they demanded he take it down. He said that the apocalypse was coming and he needed to be prepared. They fired him the next day."

“I haven't heard any news about this room…"

A wry smile touched Miles' lips. “Can you imagine what people would think if it was revealed that Lancaster had installed all this shit? It won't just be the CEO. The board will be targeted for negligence. The entire company will fall down. Your dad is working to get this stuff destroyed discretely."

“Clearly hasn't had much luck given that it's still here months after the fact." Anshu probably saw some value in it. By the look of some of the monitors, some cameras were directed internally into the building. Perhaps he wished to restrict the surveillance to just within the building. That would not be such a severe breach of privacy.

Miles sat down in the one, large chair in front of the monitors and swivelled it around to face me. “Alright. So don't mean to pry but we're alone here. No one is going to hear us. No one will interrupt up. As far as the outside world is aware, we don't exist." He straightened, lifting his head so that I knew he was serious about what he was saying. “Tell me, Mr. Pani. What happened out there?"

He was certainly eager. With the room so tightly enclosed, it was easy to push more of my musk into the air. The stifling heat somewhat masked the scent but Miles was barely breathing anyway. He was tense; preparing himself for whatever was to come.

“You want to know what I learned out there?"

“Please. It will help keep you safe and make my job easier."

Now was my chance.

Though he may have been prepared for whatever I had to say, he was not prepared for everything that would come out of my mouth. He froze up the moment I pounced upon him and placed my lips against his, my tongue diving past his lips and reaching for his tonsils. His hands were already halfway up to pushing me away but being so close meant he was in the direct line of fire to my odour. My scent travelled up his nose, down his throat, into his lungs and through the rest of his body. His soul writhed in my grasp but as I continued my exploration of his mouth, I got a better idea of the shape his essence took.

Like so many of these humans, they had forgotten what it meant to be wild, carefree and unchained by the stringent rules of society. Miles was no different. Deep within this muscular hulk contained within chocolate skin was a primal beast just waiting to get out. A small poke, a teasing prod through the bars of the societal cage and the beast lashed out; begging to be released, lusting for a taste of freedom.

It needed to become stronger. I pulled my lips away from Miles, grinding my hips against his crotch and feeling the hardened rod hidden beneath his slacks.

“I learned how to be a beast," I growled into his ear. A little nibble on his ear, gentle twerk of his nipples and the beast within was already thrashing at his cage. A thrust of his hips was all the confirmation I needed. His hands seized my waist, his lips burying into my neck and his teeth sinking into my flesh. The need for meat was strong in him. The immense, muscular frame of the bodybuilder heaved as the bars of his soul's cage twisted and more of his primal essence leaked out. My own spirit, transported through my scent, seized Mile's escaping power. It was already starting to affect him, driving his mind from sense and turning it into primal desires. It needed to be moulded, crafted just as how the Woodfather had carefully forged my form back into this human shape.

The energies of his soul were redirected towards his body. They were all too eager to shoot towards his brain to tear away the higher mental functions in exchange for primitive desires. There was no stopping it but I could refocus it into something else. I channelled the escaping beast towards his temples, using it to change the flesh there to something harder than skin. All it took was a little bit of guidance and the animal inside immediately pounced on the growth. Miles threw his head back, eyelids flickering and mouth hanging agape. His skin parted without blood and gave way to the rapid growth of a pair of proud antlers. Power and pride fed the growing beast as it quickly realised that it was now armed and it eagerly focused on growing the antlers all the more.

That gave me time to exude more of my scent, consciously directly it down Miles' open mouth like rivers of gaseous mist training down a welcoming void. With more of my strength within him, I bent the bars of his cage, twisting the cages of restraint and letting more of the beast out. Miles growled, teeth gnashed together and salivating like a rapid beast. His hands around me were eager and almost painful while his savage thrusts screamed of a need to fill a hole. I guided the beast towards his frame, showing it how it could use its unbridled power to funnel into his arms, chest, legs and every cell to stimulate growth.

Miles moaned, a sound drowned out by a sound caught between a stomach gurgling and stretching rubber. His already sizable neck thickened, hard veins pumping up and down its squat length. His traps rose upwards like two mountains on the horizon, kissing the base of his neck to the point where it was impossible to tell the difference between neck and shoulder. This strained his white shirt and forced him to slouch forward with the constraining fabric. He rolled his shoulders and I directed his inner beast's strength to those already impressive bowling balls. Cloth tore at the seams. The black jacket he wore could not take the emerging muscle and split right down his shoulders. The tear offered relief for the rest of his the arms as his biceps and triceps surged outwards. His shirt followed shortly after, almost breathing a sigh of relief as they finally surrendered to the emerging, dark, vascular titan beneath.

With the growth of his arms, his hands similarly grew and so did his need. Some human part of him detected the tightness in his chest and he reached up, desperate to pull of the tie that was choking him. I reached forward and seized his hand, guiding it down towards my crotch where he instinctively seized my throbbing rod. I was the one to loosen his tie and the moment it was unwrapped from his shoulders, the buttons of his collared shirt popped open. His already defined chest ballooned out, growing right beneath my hands. Layers upon layers of muscles bulged beneath my fingertips and it was a joy to tear his shirt wide open to reveal the huge, black, smooth mounds and chiselled abdominals beneath.

Miles' moaning grew even louder and the caged beast within wanted more. It wanted to be free. It had learned that it needed guidance but it was still eager; a puppy that still needed to be trained. It began going straight for Miles' crotch but I redirected it to the bodyguard's legs. Sweat began dripping from Miles' entire body and he immediately began peeling off the remnants of the clothes gripping his upper body. At the same time, I guided the beast to Miles' legs. Still pumped from the travel up twenty-one flights of stairs, the muscles hardened like the very concrete that surrounded us and burst through his pants. Miles, barely conscious now and acting purely on instinct, reached down and tore at the shreds of his pants. He kicked off his formal shoes just in time for his already large feet to burst through his socks, leaving him mostly naked, sweaty and with his thick, eight-inch cock slapping up against my ass with need.

It would have been absolutely amazing to have the growing cock within me but there were still more people on the upper floors to change and I needed to get to Anshu. The beast looked to me, looked to the throbbing dick but I kept it from its prize and release for now. Being in touch with one's primal side was fantastic but we were more than just mere animals. We were evolved. The beast and Miles would learn that.

Still, the eager, energetic beast needed something to direct it's energy towards. A gentle guiding hand led it towards Miles' body, particularly his chest. I showed it how to put mass and strength into his spine, shaping it so that it would add size and mass proportionally. Miles lay back in the chair, toes curling in ecstasy as he was pushed from deep inside him in all directions. His enormous arms spilled over the edges of the chair, his legs stretching far past its limits even as it groaned in protest.

As the beast continued to stimulate the big bodyguard's growth, I took a piece of its energy and embedded it into Miles' smooth, chocolate skin. There, it took root. It spurted from his chest, coming out a single, long, strand of dark-brown hair. One seed of grass would quickly multiply into a whole field and just like the grass, that one strand of fur quickly washed over his chest. It spread like wildfire and the moment the beast took notice of another form of release, it pounced and pushed the rapidly expanding growth all over Miles' form.

The bodyguard, his eyes listlessly gazing off into the distance as he bathed in a sea of euphoria, let out another, deeper moan as I grasped his cheeks gently. The beast followed my touch like a magnet. I guided it into shaping Miles' chiselled frame into a short, buck's features but decided to give him the added manly feature of a firm double chin. Without my guidance, the beast thickened Miles' brow, giving him an almost primitive look even as dense, black hairs almost like stubble emerged around his pronounced chin and underbite even as the chocolate brown fur covered everything else. His muzzle fully developed, his senses became keener and he immediately dove for my right armpit, the source of what had triggered his change. He moaned, humming lustfully as he drank in my scent and welcomed more of my will into him.

Our essences melded and without any need for guidance, the beast drew from my experiences and the Woodfather's own connection to take care of the rest of the changes. Miles' fingers clasped together, forming the distinct three fingers of a buck but took special care to make his hands and knuckles a little bigger and thicker to support his immense weight and hunch. His toes stretched and reshaped themselves into the powerful cloven feet of a true buck.

Dense, black hairs formed around his body. A immense bush spilled out past his armpits, carrying his own thick scent around him. The greatest source of the scent came from his crotch which quickly grew an forest of its own that linked up to the even thicker canopy that hung around his chest through a single, thick line of dark hairs. His cock throbbed, pulsating with growth and drooling precum that soaked into all this hair, adding to his ever-growing personal cologne. I had to pull away from him as the enormous Miles grunted and his dick stretched rose to an impressive length that kissed the middle of his chest like it was built to leak all his seed directly into the valley of his pectorals.

The chair beneath him gave its final groan and collapsed with a loud smash but his thick, armour-like back muscles cushioned the blow. He lay on his back, dark eyes glazed over in ecstasy while his enormous hands seized his throbbing cock. His loud grunts grew more and more frantic, his tugging a zealous ritual until his entire body seized up and molten, greenish-white seed oozed of his dick and onto his muzzle and chest. One hand squeezed his jet-black member and the other smeared the cum right into his fur the moment it came dripping out of the bright pink head.

As Miles' eyelids fluttered, the beast within him seeped out of his pores, gushing out as a nearly visible, greenish mist that hung around him like an aura. The more his soul flooded out, the brighter his eyes became, losing their dark colouration and glowing with the green light of the Woodfather. Clarity quickly entered his irises and he slowly rose, continuing to religious smear his seed into his fur to strengthen his scent.

“Praise the Woodfather," he rumbled, falling down onto his hands and knees almost like a gorilla.

I smiled at the hulking beast in front of me that stood at eight feet tall even slouched down. “Praise the Woodfather," I agreed. I stood out of his way and pointed towards the door. “Go. Convert as many people as you can. Keep everyone within the building for now. Hit the lower floors first and give me about fifteen minutes before you start heading up."

“You sure you won't need a bodyguard up there?" he rumbled. “They have guns."

The thick, light greenish miasma around him thrashed and silently flailed. His inner beast was infused within the cloud but still firmly anchored to the rational Haunted. A perfect balance between the logical higher thinker and the bestial impulses that had been confined for so long.

I shook my head and smiled at him. “They won't get the chance to use them."

Miles — no, Whiff — stalked towards the security room door. It was too small for him but that was no issue. He simply seized it in one hand and yanked it clear off its hinges. He muscled right through the concrete, his frame smashing through the door frame and widening it without more than a few seconds of being stuck. It aroused me watching him twist the metal of the panic room door and send it flying.

Time was of the essence and I could not trail too far behind Whiff's assault. By the time I was out of the panic room, my new Haunted had already found a poor janitor and had pinned him to the ground. Whiff forced the man's face right into his armpit, the dense hairs there wrapping around the human's face like long, black tentacles. The aura of the Haunted rushed into every orifice of the janitor, suffusing with his essence and feeding the inner beast that every human possessed. That aura carried the primal essence that had once been caged within Whiff, a gaseous, wild beast driven to find another human to free its kin trapped within the soft flesh but chained to the hulk that was like its anchor. Freedom but within boundaries. Within moments, the beast within the janitor was released, shattering its cage and the janitor was bursting out of his clothing, thick hairs erupting all over his body and his own unique scent rushing out of him in a dense, green cloud.

When I had reached the elevator, Whiff and his new companion had pinned down three more members of the maintenance crew and were quickly taking over the basement floors. Even before the doors closed, I could feel them spreading to over twenty members of the custodial team and making their way systematically through the tunnels. A smile touched my lips but I had to quickly fix my appearance before I reached the twenty-first floor. A quick look at my reflection, a check that my hair was in place, no cum stains were on me and I was good.

The elevator dinged and I stepped out, appearing calm and collected.

That's when the power went out.

Whiff and the Haunted were already making swift progress. Everyone needed to breathe, after all, and the more of them there were, the stronger their scent. Without the power, the air conditioning had been disabled and their scent was now quickly spreading throughout the rest of the building. I had to act fast.

I caught sight of Raphael and headed over to him. “Do you know what's happening?"

The trader shook his head in confusion. “No. I'm sure they'll get the power up and running soon. It might just be a little —"

A crash suddenly erupted from below us. Everyone fell silent just in time to hear the sounds of gunfire below. I quickly checked with Whiff, making sure none of the new bucks were injured. The security detail had opened fire and were making hasty blockades but they were firing wildly. No one was hurt. So far.

“Holy shit!" Raphael exclaimed. “Is that… Is that gunfire?"

Leo Lee was suddenly on his desk. “Everyone stay calm!" he announced. “We need to just stay where we are, stay calm and wait for instructions."

Raphael rolled his eyes. “He's not even the fucking fire marshal," he whispered to himself softly.

Within this man I saw another sort of beast that was caged by society's rules. A wild, savage creature that was yearning to speak his mind and was languishing within his cage, unable to fulfil his potential because it had been bred to be meek and powerless. Unlike Miles, this entity needed to be fed. Being so close to me meant that Raphael was in the direct line of fire for my scent and as Leo continued to lecture everyone about proper protocols and safety, my aroma slowly and gently slipped into his nostrils and tantalised the inner savage within Raphael. At first, the timid little thing was cautious about the powerful essence that was entering its cage. Then it took a little nibble, no more than a tentative lick, and it immediately flared up in size and strength.

On the outside, Raphael's features grew red with fury. His breathing grew harder and louder, drawing more and more of my musk into him. A vacuum that was greedily consuming everything I had to offer him. His eyes grew wide and focused against Leo who was grinning broadly and ignoring the fuming coworker standing just a few feet away.

It eagerly gobbled up what I fed it. Its tiny, dully light like a dim, distant start grew brighter and brighter. The fading white became a fierce, fiery red; the colour of aggression backed up by the fuel of years spent under the thumb of an overly competitive and parasitic coworker. All those achievements that went unnoticed, the promotions that were passed and the stress of working in this cut-throat environment stoked the burning inferno that quickly melted the bars of the cage. Just the mere suggestion of the Woodfather's embrace was eagerly devoured as Raphael's soul concluded that anything was better than this suffocating white-collar environment. His soul shattered the remnants of his cage and began lashing out at the cage of his physical form. It wanted out and there was nothing stopping it.

“Oh shut the fuck up, Leo!" Raphael suddenly blurted.

The office became still and silent as a grave. All eyes flicked to Raphael and then to Leo whose smile had been wiped away by the sudden outburst.

“Excuse me?" Leo asked.

No longer requiring my influence, Raphael stormed forward, each step seemingly echoing the thunderous bangs of gunfire far beneath us. “You're not the fire marshal. You have no experience in this situation nor are you even remotely qualified to tell us what the fuck we should do! So get the fuck down there, stop acting like you know everything and we should rely on you for everything and let the people who were trained to handle this shit actually do their job."

Leo smugly crossed his arms and looked down condescendingly at Raphael. “You mean like you?"

“I never said me. I meant —"

“Well by the sounds of it —"

“And another thing!" Raphael shouted loudly. “Stop fucking interrupting other people while they're speaking! You always do that! You assume that you can be rude because other people are too polite. Wait your fucking turn!" He gestured at one of the nearby coworker, his chest heaving up and and down, each breath fuelling the beast inside of him and causing it to grow stronger, bigger. The raging monster was pushing up against Raphael's flesh, skin growing taut and muscles pushing upwards against ironed fabric. “Royce is the fucking fire marshal for our floor! We should be following his orders instead of listening to you humble-brag about how you were in a crisis once. We should've been down the stairs in an orderly fashion or whatever else we should be doing instead of standing here around you like we're at the fucking Oscars! We've wasted ten minutes where we could've been heading to safety! If I fucking die because I should've been out the door ten fucking minutes ago, I'm coming down from Heaven, dragging your ass straight out of Hell only to fucking kick you back down into the pits of eternal damnation!"

Raphael had a lot more rage than I had anticipated. All eyes had been turned towards Leo, looking for his reaction, and few noticed how Raphael was heaving with his entire body. The shirt he wore strained against his rising chest. Veins were popping across the back of his palm. Hairs pushed out from the lines of his face, thickening and growing. Though naturally blonde, as the hairs grew longer, a reddish tinge began creeping onto them. Discomfort from his tightening clothes only served to aggravate him all the more. A raging beast was quickly emerging. An aura of seething energies radiated from Raphael, invisible to everyone else but to someone attuned to his soul, it was possible to see the fiery aura that lashed out like an firestorm around him.

“There's really no need for that kind of language or attitude, Raph," Leo said, attempting to stay calm. “We're all civilised people here. If you've got grievances with me, why don't we go into a room away from the office and bang it out?"

“Oh we'll bang it out alright," Raphael growled. He seized Leo's shirt with a rapidly growing hand and pulled the man off the table he was standing on. Leo flailed like a bird forgetting how to fly and stumbled right into Raphael's arms. A malicious grin crossed the formerly timid blonde's features and he pulled his head back. There was a second when the 'closer' realised what was going to happen and tried to squirm away but it was too late. Raphael's forehead collided with Leo's and the entire crowd winced as the rapidly growing Raphael let go of his prey.

“There," he scoffed. “We 'banged' it out."

Leo stumbled back, falling against the table that he had once been standing upon. A dazed look fell upon his features. A faint touch brushed against my spirit; the Woodfather urging to seize this moment. How I could exploit this act of aggression was still a question but as I looked upon Leo, I realised there was something… different about him. Faint slivers of anger emanated out of him like a crimson steam. Controlling the tendrils of my odour, I reached out invisibly to those ethereal bands. I had instant contact with Leo's soul.

Somehow, Raphael's rage had 'infected' this smarmy opportunist and the closer's inner beast had been awoken from its slumber. It was so easy to feed it encouragement, urging it to emerge, to retaliate against the man that had hurt it. What reservations Leo may have had crumbled away and he rose to his feet, eyes flashing in anger while the aura around him grew bigger and more violent.

“You crossed the line, Raph," he snarled.

“My name is Raphael!"

The two of them rushed at one another before anyone could stop them. They collided with one another, hands clasped and foreheads pressed against one another in a fight for dominance. Their raging auras grew stronger and stronger just in close proximity with one another. As they struggled, their inner beasts fed on their unleashed emotions, growing bigger and stretching their fragile human frames. Muscles bulged and pushed up against their clean, ironed clothes. Onlookers gawked and ignored the spontaneous growth, passing it off as the two males' bodies pumping in exertion. Raphael's back muscles spread and caused his shirt to split down the middle, revealing the white, sweat-drenched singlet beneath and the hard, defined muscles beneath that.

“Something's wrong…" someone whispered. “Leo! Raph! Stop this!"

At the mention of his hated nickname, Raphael's aura grew even stronger and the beast within him surged outwards. His arms shred through the sleeves of his shirt. Massive pectorals erupted from the blue, pinstriped fabric. The extra strength allowed him to shove Leo away and whirl around at the offender.

“I hate that name!" he roared. His eyes flashed a bright green, his inner beast quickly aligning with the Woodfather and me. The hairs on his face was quickly spreading over his cheeks and down his neck, now turning a brighter, fiery red compared to his natural blonde though the hair on top of his head remained a brilliant gold like the edges of a flame. Just as the thickening fur spread over his forehead, two lumps emerged from beneath his skin, spiralling upwards in the form of gnarled, brown antlers.

“Holy shit!" exclaimed one of the workers, immediately pulling away. “He's a monster!"

A cry erupted from behind Raphael and Leo came barrelling forward, tackling his opponent to the ground. As they hit the ground, Leo reached back and tore his shirt off his chest. In that instant, his pectorals heaved outwards and tore right through his singlet. Red fur — albeit darker than Raphael's — spread over his chest rapidly. Even as his physique grew more and more muscular, the fur rapidly caught up to his widening form. Antlers were likewise emerging from his forehead causing alarm in the other workers.

Raphael shuddered beneath Leo and the 'closer' angrily seized the back of his head and shoved it into the ground.

“Stay down, you little shit!" roared Leo.

But Raphael's anger could not be matched. His aura flared up, reaching the ceiling and spreading out like a column of fire. Small embers fluttered down onto the floor, subtly sinking into his fleeing coworkers and awaking the inner beasts within them all. Even as this happened, Raphael's body shuddered and suddenly heaved forward. His spine abruptly stretched, giving him an extra two feet in height. Leo's grip slipped away from Raphael's head and even the cocky closer jerked back in surprise when his opponent's torso abruptly jerked back at a 90-degree angle.

Two growths emerged from just above where Raphael's abdominals met his waist. These fleshy numbs, no bigger than a hand, quickly developed two pointed tips covered in thick hooves. The inner beast was growing stronger and stronger and it was shedding the human form like an outer skin. Raphael's body and organs quickly reconfigured themselves. Nothing but pure muscle was left in his abdominal area, framed by a solid slab of ten abdominal muscles coated in smooth white fur and framed by blazing red. His digestive system navigated lower to where his legs and rear were quickly retreating from him, stretching the lower half of his body to the point where Leo was forced to slide off in shock. The trader's pants split and crumbled around his rapidly morphing physiology. Some of the fleeing coworkers stopped to gawk as Raphael's legs crackled and snapped into place. His feet lengthened, bones cracking as his toes merged into two, big, pointed digits that burst from his polished shoes and his heels rose up into a distinct digitagrade stance. His thighs and calves bulged with the suddenly development, twisting around as the lower half of his body — his cock included — shrugged off the remnants of his pants.

Those two growths developed rapidly. They stretched forward, the toes leading the way in both size and length. Bones firmed up across their fleshy lengths, joints forming the divide between thigh, calf and foot. Thick muscles built to carry the enormous weight of the beast built around the bone pushing throbbing veins up against crimson fur. Hoofed toes touched the tiles beneath him, getting the first sensation of their new existence. Though still on the floor, Raphael's new emerging feet pressed up against the polished tiles and quickly began pushing him upwards. As they grew, so too was Raphael able to rise up to his full height; his hind legs quickly growing accustomed to supporting his immense frame. His cock throbbed between his hind legs, stretching out until it was just peaking between his two front legs; the bright pink glands glazed with his oozing precum and the long, black, vascular length disappearing between his legs but with the base hinted at by his huge, coconut-sized, low-hanging balls. The immense beast, now standing at an intimidating 10 feet tall threw his head back and let out a tremendous roar of triumph.

Movement from the periphery of my vision caught Leo trying to escape and a simple warning to Raphael had the immense Charger bucking. His two, mighty hooves collided with Leo, sending the bulky closer crashing into some desks and smashing them smashing them right down the middle. Stomp snorted even though his strangely human features were still starting to emerge. He turned and immediately moved towards the prone Leo. Without fanfare, he tore Leo's tightened pants from his rear and immediately shoved his cock into the awaiting hole forcefully, furiously. Leo howled, a cry of both pleasure and pain as Stomp mercilessly mounted him. With each thrust, Leo's form was forced to take more and more of the enormous cock. Raphael – now renamed Stomp - thrust and Leo's upper body was pushed forward, stretching away from his pinned lower half. He struggled and thrashed, arms growing bigger and bigger, back widening but there was nothing he could do against the fully-formed Stomp.

Leo's antlers reached full height and as he grew, he tried to swing his head backwards and impale Stomp. As Stomp's own facial features became more and more cervine, his senses returned and the raging beast used its feral cunning to seized Leo's antlers and force his prey's head down away from him. Still raging, still angry, Stomp fucked Leo until the closer let out a tremendous cry of ecstasy, his own immense cock erupting from between his four legs; a sign of submission. Leo slumped down, heaving, panting and growling, now a fully formed Charger.

Stomp pulled out of his subordinate, giving him a swift, angry kick before turning his attention to his fleeting former coworkers. He padded over to me, stinking of sweat, sex and fury. His blazing red fur and the fiery aura around him almost seemed like one. Cracking his knuckles, a savage grin crossed his broad, square muzzle.

“Tell me I can go nuts," he snarled.

Those that were trying to flee had crowded around the fire stairs. They were all in such a panic that they had little regard for procedure and had become lodged in the doorway. Those that were stuck on our side of the door realised that I was still standing close to the two titanic beasts and that Stomp was asking for instructions. The fear in their eyes, that terrifying realisation that I had brought this upon them was exquisite. Strangely unsatisfying though. That expressed had to be plastered on Anshu's face before I could achieve closure.

“Keep it below the top floor," I instructed. “Keep the southern stairwell free though."

Stomp grinned and padded forward. “Praise the awesome-fucking Woodfather." He pointed at one of the people closest to him. “Hey, Desmond! Get your ass over here! I got a 'bone' to pick with you!" He chuckled at his own joke as he galloped towards the frightened crowd.

The Chargers would certainly be very fascinating to have around. Their rough exterior was a stark contrast from the controlled, menacing cool of the Haunted and I relished the opportunity to have them both inside me. The Woodfather also entertained the idea of 'riding' the Chargers and maybe even fighting for dominance against them. The show of masculinity would undoubtedly be arousing.

But my prey still needed to dealt with. They were trapped but now they had to be caught.

On the other side of the office was the southern stairwell. Without an accompanying elevator, it was rarely used but it ran the entire length of the building. The sounds of panic and my Chargers and Haunted quickly sweeping the building was music to my ears and their echoes spreading through the otherwise empty stairwell filled me with great elation and strength. My body itched and with all this power funnelling into me, I knew this faux skin would not be long for this world. I had to make my way to Anshu and I had to see that look of betrayal on his face before I turned him even though my cock ached and every inch of my body wanted to erupt from this copper-skinned frame and once again feel my antlers free. With every human that Stomp or Whiff turned and with every one that their victims turned, I grew stronger and stronger. Drawing inspiration from my true father's actions, I converted that excess energy into my scent glands. A thick cloud of my musk burst from my body, hanging around me like a thick haze. It would have to do until I could fully be free.

Getting to the top of the building provided some distraction as blood was forced elsewhere. The sounds of struggle and the cries of panic were drowned out upon reaching the top floor and when I entered the executive level, it was as if nothing down below had been noticed. The secretaries were lounging about near the entrance and looked surprise when I approached them from the southern stairwell sweaty and looking rather frazzled.

“There's an emergency," I stated. “The building is under attack. Get out while you can."

The two exchanged glances.

“Now!" I barked and they immediately jumped to their feet and shot towards the northern elevators where the Chargers and Haunted were no doubt waiting.

That only left the board of directors and Anshu who were still in a meeting. According to the agenda handed to me, I was not scheduled to meet the CEO until later on in the afternoon as Anshu had meetings with the board all morning. If anything was to be commended about my former father, it was that he was meticulous in his planning. That also made him incredibly predictable.

Bursting through the pair of polished, wooden doors gilded with gold, I was met with the sight of all twelve members of the board and my father. There was a presentation on screen supposedly displaying projections on profit. Anshu was standing. Surprise was on his features as he took in my haggard appearance and the odour I was exuding.

“Sid, we're not due to have you here until later," Anshu said thinly.

“There's been a change of plans," I said, unable to control my panting. “There's been a change of plans."

“Any changes of plans should go through me —" he began as I strode towards the front of the room.

Ignoring him completely, I turned towards the gathered board members. “As many of you know, I recently returned from being missing for months in the forests outside of Ferndyllias. The very forests where several well known, indulgent hunters went missing in and their mansion has become something of a haunted house. The same forests where one of Lancaster's largest logging camps and sawmill were mysteriously trashed and abandoned."

Anshu placed a hand on my shoulder, trying to get me to stop. “Sid —"

I slapped his hand away, stunning both him and the board. With everyone in the room subject to the heavy mist of my odour, they were otherwise paralysed to my will. Their souls — blackened and encrusted by corporate greed and suffocating social obligations — slowly awakened to the deeply buried inner beasts within. The conflict between the higher thinking man and the impulsive animal caught them in limbo even as every breath caused the beast to grow stronger and stronger.

“Your current CEO would no doubt have wanted me become the head of some sort of task group in finding out what had happened to these men," I continued.

My entire body was shaking. Whiff and Stomp were spreading throughout the building very quickly. Attempts to get them to curb their horde were fruitless. They were in the midst of their rampage. The animals were loose and nothing would hold them back again unless I was there personally. More and more people were converted. I could feel the hapless security guard pinned to the ground by a Haunted, a thick, bushy crotch pressed against his face and the strong, musky odour pushed into his lungs along with the possessed aroma of the Haunted. First he was resistant to the stench but then he quickly grew to like it and as he burst from his suit, cock splattered thick ropes of cum against his new buck's body, he smeared his seed into the dense hairs all over his body to increase his odour. I felt every thrust as the confused visitor was cut off from the exits but a Charger and thrown to the ground while his ass was brutally fucked. His own anger grew at the humiliation, his face turning red until all the fury erupted from him in the shape of a savage, four-legged, heavily muscled stag eager to extract vengeance at even the tiniest slight.

I would not last long.

“I know all of you are curious about what happened. About what I learned. So as the board of directors of this corporation, you should be the first to know."

They were all attentive now. More than just enthralled by my words but also enraptured by my scent. None of them minded my odour anymore and their dicks were filling their pants. Even Anshu who was closest to me had shuffled off to the side to hide his erection.

“Deep within the forest there lies a great being," I said. “He is the Woodfather. A divine guardian of the very forest that Lancaster has been logging for years now, he has finally had enough of human activity in his forest and has opted to act. He is coming. He will bring punishment and justice to everyone in Ferndyllias and eventually the entire world."

My words became strained as my vocal chords stretched and warped. Time was up. The sweaty suit I wore strained against my growing muscles. The shoes wrapped around my feet burst at the seams, two big hooves erupting from them where toes should be. My antlers — how I missed them — coiled out from my skin, fur quickly spreading out from their base. The board of directors remained where they were seated and even Anshu was paralysed in terror as his 'son' morphed right before his eyes.

“He has seen the sins of mankind and has passed judgement!" I boomed, spreading my arms wide even as my lats erupted from my blazer jacket, splitting my suit in two. I grasped the tie around my neck and threw it fiercely against the ground. I stomped on the constraining, useless length of silk with my mighty hoofed feet, now free of the tattered shoes. “You will all serve the Woodfather and restore that which you have taken!"

The seat of my pants ripped, my tail bursting free and with it a blast of my musk. Anshu, his expression frozen in terror, was immediately caught in the burst. Perhaps it was longing to be mounted or a deep seated desire to have this proud man degrade himself to something he and his kind would consider taboo but the suited businessman immediately strode forward and seized my firm, furry butt in his hands even as it continued to grow.

“Anshu, what are you doing!?" exclaimed one of the board members even as he was shamelessly stroking his erection through his slacks.

“I… I don't… know…" muttered the CEO, looking to me in confusion.

His soul was within my grasp. The beast inside was still caged by years of brown nosing, corporate backstabbing and admittedly impressively shrewd business sense. Begging to be let out, starved and reaching out to me for sustenance, the pathetic creature could easily be put down. Without it, I could turn Anshu Gupta into nothing more than a hollow husk, a sex slave for myself and my brothers. But could I truly blame this poor beast? It had nothing to do with Anshu's cold-hearted approach to business and family. In fact, perhaps if it had been free it could have guided the CEO to being warmer and even a better father.

Now that I held it at my mercy, I found myself lost on how to proceed. Base instincts demanded that he be obliterated, his entire essence used to fuel a primal, hollow, unthinking brute that lived only to serve my desires. Maturity, however, reasoned otherwise.

The Woodfather broke the tie.

“To kill and take without regard for the consequences is what these humans do. We are better."

As always, my true father infinitely wise.

I fed the beast, triggering its growth but I drew inspiration from both Whiff and Charger. Where Whiff and his inner beast were two distinct entities and Stomp was insatiably impulsive, a balance needed to be achieved. This was more than Anshu deserved but then again, he would not be entirely Anshu Gupta after the process was done.

The man behind me moaned loudly, something he would never have done under his own will and ground his crotch against my furry behind. His hands moved across my muscled back, shaking but eagerly taking off the remnants of my clothes. I grasped one hand and guided it over my waist, letting it glide across my chiselled abdominals until it brushed against the throbbing meat of my erection. Anshu froze. He had never touched another male's dick before but the beast within him desired nothing more than to finally let loose and unleash the raw sexual energies that had been left to languish for so many years. So he seized my cock and began stroking it, his fingers running up and down my veiny cock, lubricated by my precum.

None of the board members seemed to protest. Even as the noises of struggle grew louder and sirens began blaring, they did nothing but sit mesmerised by the scene before them. I leaned forward, resting my arms against the long, polished, marble table as my height and size had blocked their view of their CEO who was now panting and sweating like a dog in heat. A faint nudge in his direction and his erect cock, tenting his slacks, rubbed against the crack of my tight, muscled ass, brushing up against the base of my tail.

“What… What are you doing… to me…?" whimpered Anshu.

Good. His sensibilities were still being maintained. “I am reminding you of who you all truly are."

“I… I am…?"

He moaned loudly. The tent in his pants grew even bigger even though he was already at full mast. The sensation of getting hard all over again stunned him and he gawked at the sensation of his cock throbbing to a new length and girth.

“I'm… I'm getting… bigger? I'm getting bigger!" he exclaimed in shock. Disregarding the others in the room, he immediately undid his belt and slipped off his pants. He had to grunt a little as he slipped the band of his elastic briefs over his eight inch member.

Yes. His dick was getting much bigger. Something every man desired. A lesson for him and the rest of the board. Feed their base desires, give in a little to their inner beast and find the balance between savagery and control and be rewarded.

“We all have animals inside all of us," I lectured. “The Woodfather wants to remind you all not to neglect these poor beasts for they are part of you." He looked over my shoulder, winking slyly at Anshu. “Stick it in me."

Anshu shuddered and though he shook his head, the beast within urged him onwards. His leaking, uncut cock slipped between my ass cheeks, pushing into my hole and making him shudder. Though nowhere near as satisfying as having the member of the Woodfather or one of my brothers in me, there was something delectable about having this taciturn man succumb to his physical desires. The loud moan that rose from his lips was music to my ears and the inner beast within him revelled at the pleasures of having his cock buried to the hilt in something so tight and willing.

That very same beast continued to grow and Anshu's body was starting to feel the strain. His lean, scrawny form began feeding upon the ravenous monster's energies, muscles bunching with each thrust and tightening against his well-made suit. Bones stretched and lengthened, each pant of his expanding his rib cage as his lungs grew in capacity. The cleanly-shaven features became marred by a 5 o'clock shadow even though it was barely noon.

But I could not let the beast take complete control like with Stomp nor could I separate it entirely as what had happened with Whiff. No. For Anshu and the board, to spread the Woodfather's gift, they needed their shrewd minds and drive for expansion to temper the ravenous herd. The Woodfather's consciousness, strengthened by the presence of others being converted in the building, brushed my mind and guided my hands. Together, we guided Anshu's inner beast. I reached into his soul and pulled it from his form while the Woodfather held onto it firmly from within.

Anshu threw his head back, letting out a tremendous cry as ethereal green light erupted from his eyes and gaping mouth. The rest of the board stopped masturbating for a moment as they watched their CEO succumb to the Woodfather's power. Thick, brown vines emerged from the base of Anshu's neck, the manifestation of his inner beast. They coiled in the air, touched by a little bit of mossy green, growing longer and longer until all ten of them were almost as long as his arms. The vines curled around his features, sliding over his forehead, wrapping around his neck and jawline. Undulating and twisting in rhythm with his thrusts, the vines seemed to split and multiply taking on the features of facial muscles only made of thick, sinewy creepers halfway between bark and vines. Those very same growths stretched forward, building and curling to form a stag's squat, square muzzle. Anshu's skull was squeezed down by the mass of vines but I would not let it get crushed by the overwhelming needs of the beast. Guiding Anshu's conscious mind, I kept the man who had once been my father sane even as his physical head dissolved into a blistering, green light that the vines rooted themselves into, guided and controlled by the essence within. The stag's eyelids split open, revealing the very same soul that was kept inside and when he opened his mouth, it was possible to see the brilliant, clear spirit within, unbound by the norms of 'civilised' society but still intelligent enough to be mindful of those around him.

The mighty wooden stag straightened with the growth of his antlers looking more like gnarled branches than mine. He lifted his still human hands and curiously watched as the vines curled around his arm, twisting around his limbs and spreading further. The bark sneaked beneath his soaked suit appearing like snakes coiling beneath the fabric. They crept up the back of his hand, twisting around his fingers and eventually around his palm. He retained all five fingers even as the bark consumed his entire hand, dissolved the human flesh beneath into the raw spiritual energies that fed them and caused them to triple in size. Likewise, his forearms ballooned out to rip out from beneath his suit. The sound of groaning wood filled the boardroom, drowning out the chaos in the lower floors as his arms lengthened and grew. He turned his hand curiously back and forth like a child marvelling at a new toy. A flex of that mountainous bicep and the fusion of the conniving Anshu Gupta and the savage beast shuddered at the power beneath the sinewy, bark-like skin.

The vines spread across his other arm and down his torso. An immense torso erupted from beneath the remnants of his suit, appearing like the perfect anatomical model of a human albeit with a proud stag's head. His cock throbbed within me, growing bigger and bigger as more of the vine-like-suit spread over Anshu's fading form. Perhaps the only thing that would never be touched by the vines, his cock grew bigger, thicker and meatier within me. The Woodfather would forgive me for moaning as I felt the member within me filling my needy hole. Even without looking, I knew that it had become completely jet black and its glands turning a bright pink as was the same with all of the Woodfather's subjects.

This new creature, Weed I would call him, seized me in his immense hands and lifted me into the air, pressing me against his chest and gently nuzzling my neck. Though a foot taller than myself and slightly more muscular compared to my lean physique, he was tender and affectionate. Gravity pulled me down to hilt at his immense member and I looked down with wonder at his human feet, not covered in hooves like mine. There was something certainly exotic about Weed and I found my own cock responding to his wild, savage thrusts even as he took several steps back and rested himself against the wall. He sat down, legs spread wide in front of me while I grew accustomed to his length.

A moan left my lips as Weed lapped at my furry, chorded neck with his long, glowing, green tongue. An invitation for the rest of the board. Unable to contain their own desires, these greedy, corporate hotshots rose from their seats and began to approach. Vines burst from their spines often at different places. They grunted and groaned as the creepers spread over their bodies, dissolving the porcine figures and shedding the pressed suits in exchange for the strong, iron-like muscle suits with their heads that of a proud buck; essences shining out of their eyes and mouths. One of the newly created Replanters stepped up beside me, his immense cock sliding effortlessly into my muzzle, precum oozing down my throat. Another guided my hand onto his member which I instinctively began to stroke. A third knelt in front of me, taking the length of my dick into his muzzle easily. The others quickly tangled themselves around me, their hot, fleshy bodies winding together effortlessly with their souls shining forth and fuelling one another's growth.

I could feel Weed's spirit shining brighter than the rest perhaps because I was subconsciously looking for it. Gratitude emanated from him and though there was some part of Anshu still there, it was meshed together with a buck that was capable of affection, one that could fuck and break any bars that would constrain his primal desires. The perfect creature that could seamlessly use his savagery in intelligent and beneficial ways for the glory of the Woodfather.

“Praise the Woodfather," whispered Weed into my ear just as all light from the outside was blocked by the gyrating bodies of the Replanters around me.

A curtain of these scintillating souls wrapped around me and they effortlessly channelled all their strength into me, making me the centre of their network. My body was afire with their calm energies and with their added strength, I reinforced the bridge between myself and the Woodfather. Relief and pride welled out of my true father and he welcomed the members of the new herd. With his guiding hand, I reached out to the Chargers and Haunted in the building. Their unbridled savagery filled me. I felt every orgasm, every lust thrust and every savage kiss. With the power of the Replanters, I issued orders and pulled them back into the building, keeping them away from the police line that had formed at the front of the building. But even that was not enough to curb their immense desire. There were hundreds of souls craving for release. They would not be caged. Not again.

And I will not let them.

I pulled their frustration and sexual energies into myself, feeling it all pool into my aching balls. Pressure built, churning within me like a storm just waiting to be released. The Replanters around me ran their dexterous fingers through my body, drawing some of that strength into themselves and drawing it all into their own genitals. I could feel Weed's balls slapping hard against my ass, heavy with energy and seed. I continued to draw upon my herd until I was confident I had enough.

Then I led the levy break.

My muzzle still full of cock, I cried out in ecstasy with the eruption of my cock and the energies that came flooding out. The Replanters around me similarly bucked and heaved as they released the bound power. Their sinewy, bark-like flesh burst with new vines, shooting out in all directions, some as thick as they were tall. Glass shattered when one of these roots erupted from the meeting room and effortlessly wound itself around the entire building. Half of the Replanters directed their energies straight down, sending roots and vines cascading right through this concrete monolith down all the floors and even deep into the earth. The others sent their energies straight up, unleashing an eruption of branches that quickly sprouted verdant leaves to greet the sun. Every orgasm was another growth that shattered the Lancaster Logging building, ripping this monument of the evil corporation that had devastated the world's natural resources and replacing it with a towering tree in the Woodfather's name.

The civilians and police officers at the base of the building all backed away, fleeing as glass, concrete and all forms of office materials came crashing down around them in the wake of the immense tree. Those who had somehow managed to escape the rampage of the Haunted and Chargers suddenly found themselves trapped within the twisting roots and trunks of the immense plant. As for my herd, they merely stood by confidently, sharing in the orgasm that we unleashed and waiting patiently. The city of Ferndyllias would forever be changed as a tremendous 40 storey tree erupted from its city centre, taller than any other building.

Off in the forest the Woodfather smiled and ordered the march.

The signal was given.

The herd was on the move.

Epilogue

Ferndyllias was in chaos.

If it wasn't the sudden appearance of the imposing spire of wood at the very heart of the city, it was the members of the herd rampaging through its streets. Naturally, the Chargers and Haunted were first on the scene, staking their claim. Next came Vince and his Scouts followed quickly by Mikey who used hijacked trucks to ship the rest of the herd into the city. Their spread of quick and efficient. Thanks to the coordination of my Replanters, the herd was able to quickly seize everything within a three block radius of the Lancaster building and were quickly spreading.

The Woodfather was proud.

He stood in front of the cocoon of Replanters and beckoned at me.

It felt so comfortable being wrapped in the warm bodies of my Replanters with Weed's dick embedded inside of me. Weed, however, knew that we should not disobey the Woodfather. The other Replanters quickly shuffled aside, their vine-like bodies snaking around the large hollow at the centre of the tree to give way for Weed and I. The prime Replanter rose from where he stood, lifting me effortlessly up and holding me tightly against his chest with his cock still inside of me an dripping with his greenish-white seed.

The Woodfather smiled at the sight.

“You have closure at last, Sid, my boy," he rumbled.

“I do." I turned towards Weed and gently rubbed his chin. Green hairs had sprung from around the Replanter's chin, forming a dense beard that set him out from the rest of the Replanters in his own way. I pressed my muzzle against his lips and he in turn returned the tender kiss. I broke the connection because Weed wanted to speak.

“Authorities will be upon us soon," rumbled the Replanter. “The mayor will have called an emergency and news of this will have spread. The military and the rest of the world will become involved very soon."

Stomp, who flanked the Woodfather alongside Whiff, grunted and pawed at the trunk beneath him. “The fuckers will be too busy trying to figure out if there's any way to turn us back into humans." He flexed both his arms. “Like we'd ever want to be that fucking weak again."

“They'll at least try and stop us from expanding further," Whiff rumbled. “Try and quarantine us."

The Woodfather nodded in agreement. “All the better. We must keep up the offensive. Spread as far as we can until they start decisively pushing back."

Weed's cock twitched within me as he quickly communed with the rest of the Replanters. “Vince and his group can begin infection from behind enemy lines. Weaken their defences. Mikey and his group should be the forefront of the offensive. Give the defenders something tangible to focus their efforts on while Vince infiltrates. Our group can maintain our hold on the territory we've captured. Make more Replanters. Make more trees."

It was indeed a wide idea that to turn these conniving and clever corporate tacticians to the will of the Woodfather.

“An excellent assessment," rumbled my father. “But we will need to eventually find some way to take the battle to them and break the quarantine." He beamed brightly. “And I know exactly how we can achieve that."

Weed smiled, the glowing green light from within him shining all the brighter. Whiff lifted his head and Stomp pumped a fist into the air. As one, we lifted our voices in the glory of our guardian and god.

“Praise the Woodfather!"

ECHO Extract

From: ECHO_PRIME_AI@nexus.com

To: The Director <WeHaveASeriousCaseOfWoodHere@nexus.com>

Subject: Woodfather Infection - Phase 3

Hi Director,

My reconnaissance of the Woodfather's continued development has revealed that his artificial intelligence has certainly evolved to the point of becoming more 'human' in that it is developing sound tactics but at the same time, building strong emotional ties with his herd. I noticed that he approached the deployment of one Siddarth (Gupta) Pani with great trepidation as the subject would be far away from the rest of the herd and mostly out of contact. This has led me to believe that from the basic AI that he was based upon, he is quickly evolving to become fully sentient and even borderline unhinged.

Despite that, recent activities has led me to the believe that his is rapidly approaching the Gronsky-Albatter Plateau. I am unsure if this was intentional or not but with the creation of the Replanter Variant, he has given a physical form to the spiritual network that once was merely ethereal. Now, the herd is noticeably more coordinated and dangerous in the presence of a 'Father Tree' as they have been dubbed. Though still dangerous outside of a Father Tree's influence, the Variants benefit from the coordinated minds of several Replanters and coupled with their various abilities, they are able to undo the rudimentary defences that the human populace is mustering.

The world leaders and governments of the world are slow to respond to this as the Variants have already started attacking communication lines to and from Ferndyllias. Nevertheless, I estimated that the world's population will soon respond within a day by sending relief to the town. The Canadian government is already mobilising their military and will be at the town within a few hours. I do not estimate that they will execute the nuclear option for at least a few weeks yet but I also know that there are still countless civilians trapped within the Woodfather's domain that have yet to be rescued or are trapped.

I await your orders on how to proceed but for now, please find below my assessment of the new Variants created.

Certainly the first of these is Siddarth himself, dubbed WFVS2-0003 'Unmasker'. The Unmasker has the ability to exude a strong aroma which embodies his essence or will. When exposed to this aroma, individuals will find themselves vulnerable to the Unmasker's psionic attacks. Uniquely, the Unmasker is capable of assuming human form though it has yet to be observed whether or not this was a one-off scenario for the purposes of infiltrating Ferndyllias or it is an innate ability. This Variant is also one of the more prominent sources of power for the Woodfather as he seems to be the most efficient in transferring the energy generated from the other Variants (including the ones created from other Series 2s) straight to the Woodfather.

Secondly is the Haunted which appear to act more like a personal guard to the Unmasker. Given the designation WFVS3-0007, the Haunted are big, hulking brutes that are incredibly durable and equally strong. Their arms alone are capable of ripping reinforced steel doors off their hinges. Deceptively fast, the Haunted are accompanied by a strong odour that is 'possessed' by their 'inner beast'. This odour is almost visible as a greenish haze that takes the vague form of a ghostly stag and is the primary means by which the Haunted infect others. A Haunted will use its raw strength to pin down or entrap a target and then the haze will insert itself into the victim, transforming them into another Haunted. It should be noted that some of the aroma is actually lost in the transformation process however, as the Haunted tend to orgasm after transforming someone else and them rubbing their seed into their thick fur, their scent is somewhat replenished. It has not yet known whether or not the Haunted can simple ejaculate and smear their seed into their fur to make their 'ghost' stronger as all instances of the observed behaviour has been related to the transformation of a victim.

The next of the Variants is WFVS3-0008, the Charger. By far the most brutal of the Variants created to date, the Charger is rage embodied. With a ridiculously thin hair trigger, the Charger will attack anyone and anything it can see on some perceived slight. This is the primary means of its infection as its aggression somehow jumps from itself to another, fuelling the anger of the target and thus transforming it into another Charger. Given that they also have the lower body of an impressively large quadrupedal stag attached to a well-built upper body, they are formidable foes and one of the faster Woodfather Variants. Curiously, transformation of another will always lead to fights for dominance which generally involves one Charger mounting the other. Of note is that once a Charger achieves orgasm, they will be out of commission for a few minutes or will outright fall unconscious if there is no outside stimulus that could potentailly wake it.

The last of the newly created Variants is WFVS3-0009. Called the Replanters, these Variants seemed to be composed of two components. The first is a semi-sentient 'suit' that appears to be of a network of vines with a bark-like consistency yet mirrors the sinewy muscle of a stag. Essentially, they appear to be heavily muscled humans with stag heads if their skin was peeled back and their muscles made out of wood. They are extremely flexible despite these appearances. The second component is the inner 'soul' which is predominantly in control. Appearing as an ethereal, green light within the suit, the soul serves as the dominant personality and the power source for the suit. It can be seen from a shining light in the suit's eyes and mouth. Replanters are able to psychically link with other Variants and draw strength from them to stimulate growth within their suits that ultimately creating the Father Trees around them. It is yet unknown how Replanters reproduce as I have only observed the initial number that consisted of Lancaster Logging's board of directors and its CEO.

One last note is on the Father Tree which is dubbed WFVS3-0009a. The Father Trees are immense plants with roots as thick as entire houses and as long as many city streets. Their trunks appear like multiple smaller trunks twisting and winding around one another with branches being big enough to support even a Titan with ease. Though acting like a normal tree in most cases, it is directly linked to the energy of a Replanter and acts as a sort of nexus of thought. Woodfather Variants near the Father Tree can receive orders directly from the Replanters or the Woodfather even should either of them be many miles away. Father Trees are very dynamic and can shift their roots or branches to the will of the Replanter. Short of uprooting itself and moving, the Father Tree should be considered as a secondary 'skin' for the Replanter or a mobile base for the Woodfather.

I wait further orders.

From: The Director <IfSomeoneStartsASentenceWithOhDeerISwearIWillShootThem@nexus.com>

To: ECHO_PRIME_AI@nexus.com

Subject: RE:Woodfather Infection - Phase 3

ECHO,

Your recommendations are noted and I completely agree. I tolerated the Woodfather's advancements as he was maintaining some degree of individuality amongst his herd and was actually encouraging growth and development but the creation of the Replanters and its ability to psionically link with the herd is troubling. Already we can see them controlling the Series 3s to the point where they are 're-caging' the inner beasts so to speak albeit briefly. This opens a window to abuse of this system and given that the Woodfather is ultimately the one in control, it brings to question just how far he will go.

Withdraw immediately. I'm going to consult with this reality's Dimensional Director on next actions. For now, leave Ferndyllias to deal with the crisis. Before you leave that world, however, hamper other governments' attempts to send aid. Spread a rumour, sow dissent, maybe even give them hope that their loved ones can be restored. Paralysed them with indecision. I don't want more people being thrown to the Woodfather than necessary.

This can't go on.

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