Prodigal runner

by Michverdun

No matter how good a transformation may seem, sometimes you just gotta run from it. A story set in Mikeytron’s “Molten Wings” universe.

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If there was anything that lifted Alex’s spirits, it was running. The feeling of the frozen wind screaming in his ears as the city’s buildings turned to a blur, the adrenaline flowing through him gave him a high he loved. It was a wonder he gave it up after college.

Of course, it might’ve felt even better if he wasn’t being chased.

Trailing behind him was a man, if you still wanted to call them that. He was a hulking mass of muscle somehow keeping pace with Alex. Alex looked behind him, being careful to not look him in the eyes. Somehow, even with his thick quads crowding each other out, the sheer power forcing his freakish mass ahead. He shoved all the cars Alex ran around out of the way as if they were made of paper.

Catching glances behind him, Alex felt a twinge of arousal. It didn’t help that he had always loved guys with muscles, even when most people would say it was too much. Alex was just talking about how they looked though. It was the way they chased him, as if catching him was the only thing they cared about. It felt so fucking good, even when it almost was his downfall.

Alex shook his head. It wasn’t time to stare; it was time to find somewhere safe. The world wasn’t built with these guys in mind, and that was exploitable. If he could find somewhere too small, or maybe a gap too large, or something too fragile, he could make it.

Alex caught sight of scaffolding in the distance, attached to a building that would never be finished. He slammed his heels out to stop himself and in a split second was back up to full speed towards the building.

He heard cracking pavement, no doubt the beast of a man crashing after a losing battle with his own momentum. Those extra seconds could be crucial, as Alex scrambled up the scaffolding straight to the top. This might be his only chance to lose him.

Alex heard the grunting of the man as he got back up. In another bout of quick thinking, he took off the sweatshirt he was wearing and leaped over to the half finished roof. He laid down, chest to the floor, and took his backpack off and set it aside with the gas can he was holding. Hopefully, the roof would be enough to hide him.

Alex breathed as shallowly as possible as the man’s grunting got louder. He heard some effort being exerted before a cacophony of splintering wood and crashing metal. His pursuer had broken the scaffolding with his weight.

The beast let out a roar, one part angry and another part…desperate? Why was he desperate? Alex heard another set of loud footsteps before he could question it more.

“Where did he go!? I was gonna cut him off!” someone said. His voice was deep, dripping with testosterone. Sometimes Alex cursed himself for being so horny for these guys. Alex looked through a small hole in which he could see the two.

“I-I… He ran off and I..” the pursuer pointed at the broken mass of scaffolding before letting out a wail. “He was the last one! That was the last unturned and I missed him.”

He got down on his knees and put his head in his hands. The other guy came over and patted him on the back, trying to reassure him. Alex thought it was cute, but he put his hand over his mouth before a laugh escaped. He wasn’t out of the woods yet.

“C’mon man, he said there were two left unturned, and that they were traveling together. Maybe the other one won’t be as fast.” The standing one helped the pursuer up and both of them walked off.

Shit. Shit Fuck Shit. The other one wasn’t as fast. Alex sat up and made his way down the building. He needed to find his way back to the rendezvous point and get out of here. While he did, he chewed on what the two said. Only two unturned left? Did they mean in the town, or the country? It didn’t take long for a pit to form in his stomach when he realized they would have specified. There was a reason that guy was so desperate to catch him.

They were the only two left at all.

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The “Rendezvous point” was an old gas station on the edge of town, almost overgrown with plants at this point. It wasn’t great, but it was the best place to meet up after scavenging.

Alex took off his backpack and checked all of his spoils. Some canned food, some bottles of water, a refill for his gas can, and interestingly, a flare gun. Kind of useless, but still interesting.

After checking his spoils, Alex went over to a large bush and pulled a motorcycle out of it. It was one he stole from an army base soon after The Event happened. It was his lifeline, and the only reason he had stayed uncaptured for so long.

“Fuck dude, what’s gotten into them?” An unturned man said as he emerged from a different set of bushes. He must’ve gone a different direction. “I could barely sneak past them.”

Alex said nothing. The man was his acquaintance at best, a man he had traveled with for two weeks that he knew only three things about. The first one was that his favorite animal was a coyote. Alex thought it was fitting, a carnivore outclassed by many things bigger than it. The second was that he wouldn’t let go of that gun. It only had one bullet, and both of them knew that bullets wouldn’t pierce all that muscle and that they’d just heal from it anyway. Alex tried not to question it too much, as he got his gas can and filled the motorcycle.

“Fuck, man, If I knew the military was gonna be like this, I would’ve moved to… I don’t know, the moon.”

Alex chuckled as he remembered how all of this had started. A military wonder drug that turned average men into behemoths hundreds of pounds heavier. It gave the military a chokehold on the entire world, so nobody really cared that the men were pretty gay afterwards. It worked like a charm for years until one day someone called Asmodeus just turned them into something more. Something bigger.

God, how long had it been since The Event? Alex couldn’t tell anymore. He split his personal timeline into two points: Before and After. He tried not to think about it too much, and he was sure that if he ever met Asmodeus, it wouldn’t go well. He grabbed his gas can and started to fill the truck.

“Where the hell did you get that? I thought you were out of gas?”

“It doesn’t run on gas,” Alex said. He demonstrated by tilting the can in front of him. A thick, white liquid slowly dripped out of it. Alex tilted it back fast. No sense in wasting it, not when it was so dangerous to acquire.

“Fuck dude, are you crazy!? I know you’re gay, but this is—”

“It’s a military vehicle,” Alex snapped. “Their vehicles ran on Asmodrol in the last years. Apparently, they make something close enough.”

That was the other thing Alex knew about him. All the people Alex had met since everything changed that were unturned were extremely hateful, to the point that Alex was glad to learn that they were either turned or dead. Now, sadly, Alex knew he was the only unturned gay man with this asshole to keep him company.

Alex finished filling the motorcycle, put his backpack and gas can on the motorcycle, and hopped on. He tapped the seat, a sign for the other guy to get on so that they could leave.

“Hey, why don’t you hop off and let me drive,” the man said.

Alex froze. It was always something with this guy. It was then that Alex realized that the man kept looking at his gun. After all this time, he was going to betray Alex. How many times had Alex saved him, just for him to act like Alex was the cause of all of this? It was infuriating that Alex was forced to constantly get fucked over by this guy when he was doing fine on his own. It was enough to make him do something reckless.

So, he fired the flare gun.

The noise pierced through the night as the flare shot straight up into the sky. It was a beacon, a neon sign, a loud megaphone saying, “Hey! The two idiots are here! Come and get them!” It wasn’t something you could take back.

The effect was instant. Every screen at the gas station lit up with a black screen and a red sigil the pair knew all too well. A loud rumbling, reminiscent of an earthquake, shook the two. It wouldn’t be long.

The other man pointed his gun at Alex. “You fucking fa—”

“You have one bullet. And they’re faster than you,” Alex yelled over his outburst. The words hung in the air, a final ultimatum. Alex could see genuine fear and hopelessness on his face, but it was hard to find sympathy after all the abuse. Alex sped off into the night, before they could surround him.

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The motorcycle was loud, but it didn’t block out the gunshot. The noise rang in Alex’s ears as he spent the days driving on the road. He didn’t hear it whiz past him, but maybe that asshole just whiffed it bad. Maybe he just shot one of the hulking men, doing nothing as dozens, maybe even hundreds, of them surrounded him. Or he had one other place to use it. Alex thought that he’d never know what happened, but he hoped the guy was a coward.

Alex swerved back and forth through cars for days on the road, trying to find his next place to stop. The cars were all abandoned, some of them having giant holes of metal where one of those guys grew out of them, or tore into them to find another man.

Alex gulped as his cock responded to the idea of a man bursting out of a car. He never thought that his kinks would be such a blessing and a curse in equal measure.

He checked his “gas” meter. It was pointed right at E. He had to stop soon, or he would be stranded. He strained his eyes trying to find a place that might get him something to eat, or somewhere to refill.

Turn here, a distinctly feminine voice whispered inside of his head. She had gone quiet recently, but now here she was, guiding him again. Maybe Alex truly was going crazy, but the voice didn’t feel like something he could’ve made up. It felt like something much bigger than him, so he followed it through every turn. She hadn’t steered him wrong before, although most of the time he didn’t listen. This time, he didn’t have much of a choice.

She led him deeper and deeper into a dense forest until he finally came up on the destination: An abandoned cabin, with a generator out front. He stopped the motorcycle and walked up to the generator. “ASMODROL ONLY” it said in large, black letters. Alex rolled his eyes as he entered the cabin. Just another thing he couldn’t refill.

What hit him first from the cabin was an overpowering stench of sex, a smell that threatened to take him out completely. Alex covered his nose and entered to see what could cause the smell.

Gallons and gallons of cum painted almost every square inch of the house, dousing every piece of furniture. It was everywhere, with some splatter marks even hitting the ceiling. It all looked so fresh too, but judging by the outside, the house was abandoned at the same time as everything else.

Apparently, the cum from those guys didn’t ever dry out. It stayed the same tantalizing liquid it was when it first left their cocks. Alex tried to ignore his boner as he scooped more of the spunk into his gas can.

It was only when he filled the can that his will wore thin. He held the can up at eye level, and slowly tilted the nozzle towards his face. Fuck, it was so tantalizing, so intoxicating. It was like he was under a spell. His nose got the full stench of the former owner and, underneath it all, a hint of gasoline.

Alex pulled the gas can away as he retched. Not even their cum could overpower the disgusting idea of drinking gasoline. Alex stomped out of the cabin.

“That would have been such a lousy way to go,” Alex said to the forest.

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After a few weeks, Alex finally consolidated the fuel/cum so that the house was finally liveable. In that time, he learned a few things about living there and its former owner.

First was that the guy was a former military vet. That one was obvious, but the house was also built for him. The floor was reinforced, and the doorways were so large that Alex could have fit two of himself and still not have touched both sides.

Second, was that the same guy had outgrown those designs. The reinforced floor was dented, and there were clear cracks in the doorways. Alex could’ve just chalked it up to post-event growth, but it seemed to be a regular problem.

Third was that he was discharged. In the TV was a DVD of some hulking army type, probably a general or something. He never mentioned a name, but said that the guy had failed in “The Icarus Protocol”, whatever that was. The terminology went over Alex’s head, but it involved a monstrous amount of growth, even more than Asmodrol could allow. Also, he might’ve started repeating “Asmodeus” over and over? However, the end of the message was clear: you almost died, we don’t know why you’re alive, don’t tell anyone what happened. Throughout the video the General seemed… disappointed, maybe even remorseful.

Fourth was that the bathroom was surprisingly clean. It looked pretty normal too, just with a (dented) reinforced toilet and a massive mirror. It dwarfed Alex and showed him just how much he had lost. He was skin and bone, looking like the diseased deer he had seen while working in the park. Dying, but still upright. Hopefully, the MREs that were still here could help fix that.

Fifth was that this place made him incredibly horny. Any time not spent scouting out the forest (only deer in sight and dying trees, just like every other forest nowadays), Cleaning the house, or refilling the generator was usually spent jerking off. It was too easy. He would see how the former owner easily crushed the floor underneath his feet and his mind would go wild thinking of the sheer size of the guy. Trips to the bathroom were frequent, but he found real relief by muting the General’s DVD.

The General was so massive it was hard to believe. Sitting down at his desk, his traps almost passed his own head. His pecs jutted so far out that they crowded his bulging biceps and monstrous forearms, so that he could barely hold his own hands. His clothing was stretched to the brink, and Alex could see a small tear in the sleeve when he lifted his arm. Alex’s favorite part needed sound, and now he could time it exactly. About halfway through, when the General tries to describe in the most technical military terms what happened. A wet thwack sound is heard. It was the sound of the General’s massive cockhead slamming against the desk. Alex could even see the desk most slightly when the sound was heard. Even this hulking general was aroused by this mystery man, even when he was trying his hardest to be professional. Alex had cum to that slap dozens of times.

The last one, and the most important, was found in the bedroom. The only other surprisingly clean room, although the bed frame was completely shattered. Alex snooped through the room, trying to find a name or something, when the closet gave him what he needed. A Letterman’s jacket. A letterman’s jacket from his high school. A letterman’s jacket from his high school with a name tag he recognized. Alex dropped the jacked when he read it. He knew this man.

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Alex’s nerves ran wild as he rang the doorbell. He had never done this before. Sure, he had messaged a few guys on grindr, but this was the first to pan out, and this guy was hot! Well, at least his torso was. Maybe he should’ve asked for a face pic, but it was too late now. The door opened and Alex couldn’t contain his surprise.


Ethan was a guy in his class who had grown up in the same small town as him. They used to be great friends, with Alex remembering all the times that he scared off Ethan’s bullies or swatted a bug that freaked Ethan out. However, high school pulls many people apart, and after puberty hit Ethan like a freight train, he was destined to be popular. It hurt to stop talking to him, but Alex tried to pretend like it didn’t matter. Now, though, he was here, and it seemed he had taken to working out. While most of the guys, Alex included, had slacked off after high school, Ethan only seemed to be bigger.

Ethan just waved sheepishly and pulled him inside. For a while, the two just talked, catching up on what they both did after high school. It almost looked like they were just friends, except for the lube on the dresser and the fact that Alex had stripped to his underwear.

“I’ve never done this before… so if I’m doing something wrong, you gotta tell me,” Ethan said.

“Shit, I’m a virgin too, so I’m sure you’ll be fine,” Alex replied. Ethan chuckled before taking his shirt off.

“I think you just kinda…” Alex trailed off as Ethan got close.

God, he had the definition of puppy dog eyes, dark brown with just enough sadness to get you to do anything he wanted. His hair was blond and a little overgrown after not going to get a haircut for a few months. The rest of his face was so soft, so nice. He just looked comforting and safe.

“…Figure it out.”

The sex they had could only be described as clumsy. Ethan’s tongue was way too eager when they kissed, something Alex had no experience with. Ethan struggled to get his pants off, and when he did, he thrusted way too quickly on someone who was also on their first time.

However, Alex could only see it as perfect. It felt so open, so honest to lie there naked, and have someone who liked him, who wanted him there. It was a feeling he had never felt before, and so when both of them had cum, and Ethan excused himself to the bathroom, Alex asked one of the biggest questions of his life:

“Can I stay for the night?”

“Sure! I was just gonna ask if you wanted to do this more often.”

The two laid in bed, talking until the early morning. Before he fell asleep, Alex knew that he had found something great.

Ethan was gone the next morning. Alex tried to find him, but it was like he was never there. It was only a couple of days later that Alex overheard that Ethan had signed up to join the military and was shipped off on the same day. All the years that they knew each other, the reconnecting, the promises. It all meant nothing to him. He just left.

It tore Alex apart inside, and he never truly recovered.

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Alex was running out of cum. He never thought that was going to actually be an issue at this place, but running at full heat to stave off the winter chill and never turning any lights off was taking its toll. He didn’t even have enough to fill the motorcycle one last time.

At the same time, his reflection disappeared from the mirror, being replaced by a dark shadow.

You need to leave, the voice said.

“I know, I know, but where am I gonna go? I only have enough for half a tank,” Alex said as he motioned to his empty gas can.

There’s a city to the east. If you’re careful, you can refill there. With that piece of advice, she was gone, just as mysterious as ever.

That same day he found the security system. He had seen what he thought were trail cameras around the forest, but he didn’t think they were still working. However, in the bedroom closet was an old laptop only connected to the cameras. He looked through them, seeing himself a few times and a couple of cute deer.

Then, he looked at the most recent day, and one of the changed men stared back at him, eyes bright from the night vision on the camera. He switched to the next camera, another one. He switched to the next camera, another one. Finally, on the last camera, he saw the biggest one.

The last one stared right into the camera, muscles bulging with an unnatural power. It wasn’t Ethan. His eyes were too violent, his face was all wrong. His teeth were so sharp, gleaming in the night vision. His hair was long and his beard was unkempt. Alex could tell that this man had not seen another man since The Event, turned or unturned, and he was hungry to find one.

Alex was trapped on all sides, like an injured deer being found by wolves. There was only one way out, and it was rapidly closing.

Alex packed what things he could, but he was so goddamn tired. Even all of the time in the cabin wasn’t close to letting him recharge. Also, he hadn’t seen anyone else since he got here, and the isolation was taking its toll. For a moment, he considered what would happen if he gave up, just shut the lights off and went to bed.

One of them would find him, probably the last one. He seemed desperate enough to do it. He would tear the door off its hinges, throwing it deep into the forest. Then he would stalk through, trying to find his prize. He’d find the bedroom door, and this time slowly open it. There, he would see Alex fast asleep. He’d leap onto Alex, waking him, and pin him to the bed. Alex would scream, beg, struggle, do anything to stop him, but it would mean nothing. The man would tear Alex’s pants off and thrust his hard cock into Alex’s asshole. It would almost split him in half and the pain would be unbearable until it was replaced with the best pleasure. He would keep pounding, each thrust breaking Alex’s mind more and more, until he filled Alex with his seed. Alex would then change, transform into a monstrous mass of muscle and cock, more powerful than he had ever known. Then, the man would leave, having had his fill, and Alex would be alone and worthless once again.

Alex couldn’t take it. It couldn’t end like this. He burst out of the house and sprinted to the motorcycle. He could hear them, their heavy breathing and pounding footsteps in the forest. As he tried to start the motorcycle, he saw him: the wild man from the camera.

He licked his lips and snarled before bounding after Alex, running on all fours like a wild beast. Alex turned the key as the motorcycle stalled. The man came closer and closer until he finally leaped, trying to catch Alex.

He only caught the ground as Alex’s motorcycle finally kicked into gear. He landed with a loud thud, shaking the earth.

Alex, glanced behind him, and looked the man in the eyes. They weren’t filled with the same hunger anymore, only sadness and confusion. It was almost enough to make him stop. Almost. As Alex sped off into the night, he heard a loud, mournful howl pierce through the night air.

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It took the whole day to get to the city, and by the time his motorcycle was empty, he stuffed it into an alleyway. The city was pitch black, but oddly quiet. Even then, Alex could just feel that there were a lot of them here, too many to ever be safe, but none were out. Alex noticed that the more time went on, some of the transformed guys went back to sleeping at night, instead of constant patrols. Alex guessed that now that he was the only one, they didn’t worry too much about constant searching.

Still, Alex snuck around, gas can in hand. He needed to refill and get out. No more scavenging, no more poking the beast. The first pile of cum he found was it, and then he could get out of here. Breathing in deep, he smelled the same pungent smell that had come from the cabin. Jackpot.

The smell came from inside the church. It was one of those ornate catholic ones, with the stone brick and the stained glass. Alex thought they looked nice, even though he had never been the religious type. Alex could tell this was one of the anti-Asmodrol churches, just based on the pew spacing, but that wasn’t worth any thought anymore.

Up at the front was what he needed. Right behind the pulpit was a monster. He didn’t like calling these guys monsters, but there was no other way to describe him. Alex had never seen someone so big. He dwarfed every other transformed man that had chased him, and compared to him, Alex was nothing. His calf easily dwarfed Alex’s torso, say nothing of his Sequoia-thick quads, his mountainous biceps, or the way his pecs jutted out in front of him by a couple of feet. It was mind-shattering. This man was a mountain range of mass, covered in densely striated muscle and thick veins, and his cock, fuck! It was a two foot tower of flesh spurting gallons of cum out of his bloated, beach ball-sized nuts.

Alex had never been this hard in his life.

He crept up towards the man, gas can ready, as he tried to catch the errant spurts of cum that escaped his cockhead. Getting closer, he could see that the man was bald, and that his face had been irreversibly changed. The muscles in his jaw thickened into a brutish, hypermasculine visage. This guy had actual horns too. Some transformed guys he had seen had the beginnings of horns, but this guy had true horns, even if they were kinda stubby. However, the biggest thing that he saw on the man were the dark, deep stretch marks that covered him. His growth was so monumental even his own body could barely fucking take it.

It wasn’t long before Alex’s gas can was filled, as this man was producing. Alex tried to catch most of it, but as the man’s breathing got heavier, more and more cum came out, until one final grunt caused his cock to explode, covering Alex and filling the gas can. Alex twisted the top back on, when from behind him he heard the groaning of a very large man waking up.

Alex burst out of the church, the sound of cracking wood and crumbling stone behind him. Fuck, he was so close, too close, as Alex could feel the air move every time the man swiped at him. Alex ran frantically, trying any turn to just get away, but to no avail. The man was relentless, and even with the wide sweep his legs would have to make, Alex just couldn’t gain any distance.

It was only then that Alex realized how tired he really was. He had been running for so long, and now he had nothing left to give, his life had worn his body down to the barest semblance of a human form and he just kept pushing it. It wouldn’t be long now, and either that man would catch him or his body would give up forever.

“Alex, Come Back! Please!” the man screamed. His voice rumbled, shaking the very ground the two ran on.

Alex couldn’t believe it. He knew Alex’s name. He called for him by name and begged him to come back. Fuck, he wanted Alex, He needed Alex. He was chasing after Alex with everything he had. Alex let out a shrill cackle as tears streamed down his eyes. It was too much. It was everything he ever wanted. He couldn’t let this ever end-

In his hysteria, Alex lost his focus, and with one wrong step, his head slammed right into the pavement.

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Alex awoke slowly, his head pounding. He sat up slowly in his… bed? Why was he in bed? He looked up to try and make sense of his surroundings, but all he saw was a hulking man that took up most of his vision. Except it wasn’t just any hulking man. He knew those puppy dog eyes anywhere.

“Alex, oh god. D-Don’t be scared, okay?” Ethan said. His voice was so deep now, Alex almost couldn’t recognize it. “Pete—I mean The Anointed One put this place off limits, so nobody’s gonna get you. It’s gonna be fine…”

Ethan trailed off as he pulled Alex into a crushing hug. Alex was immediately engulfed by Ethan’s warm muscles, and Alex’s cock stood at attention. At least one head seemed to be working.

“I thought I’d never see you again,” Ethan sobbed into Alex’s shoulder. Alex tried to pat him on the back, but he just moved his hand a little in Ethan’s hug. He might’ve touched his lat though, so that basically counts.

Ethan pulled Alex out of his pecs as he looked him up and down.

“You’re so thin,” Ethan’s voice was so worried. It was like Alex was going to keel over any second. Which, to be fair, was pretty apt.

“Don’t worry, it’s just capture myopathy,” Alex said. Ethan’s eyes widened in fear. “That was a stupid joke, I don’t—that’s the condition deer and other wild animals get when they’re stressed from being caught.”

“You and your damn deer,” Ethan shook his head, which was hard to do given the sheer size of his traps.

“What!? I gotta use my degree somehow.”

Both of them just laughed at how normal the conversation was, even with how insane their lives had been. It was refreshing, and Alex stayed in that moment until he saw the gas can beside the bed.

“You wouldn’t let go of it. I had to pry it out of your hand when I got you in the bed. Is it important?” Ethan said.

“Yeah, I guess you could say that,” Alex sighed. He was glad it was here, too. Never underestimate the ability of a man to get attached to random things in a stressful situation.

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It only took Alex a couple of days to get used to this new life. Whoever owned this place before was probably former military, as the bed was reinforced and all the doorways were big enough that it was only a slight challenge for Ethan to get through them. Ethan helped a lot in the house, too. He was the one that brought Alex food to eat, and even went and found his motorcycle and put it in the garage. All Alex needed to do was rest and recover.

This was a good thing, as Alex couldn’t do much more. His body had truly given up, now that it was finally in a place that was safe. He didn’t realize how stressed he was, and he also didn’t realize how much that stress was holding him together. Every step was monumental, and most of the time he could barely make it to the bathroom. He spent most of his time lying in bed, and if he was feeling spicy, lying on the floor and slowly stretching. Ethan would usually stick around and try to cheer him up.

“So, while every other hyper-muscled sex god on the planet is having a constant orgy, you’re staying here playing board games with me?”

Ethan shrugged, his already mountainous traps pushed even higher. “Can a hyper-muscled sex god not enjoy Candyland?” He reached for another card, but his thick fingers made it hard to pick just one. Alex reached over and grabbed one for him.

There was a lot of just spending time between the two of them, but Alex knew Ethan had another motive. Every so often, he would mention something about transforming or Asmodeus, mostly just debunking or clarifying stuff that Alex might have picked up from any of the unturned people he might have met. For example: no, they weren’t mindless slaves to Asmodeus. No, the women weren’t dead. They were with some lady named Lillith, and yes, transforming did cure every physical ill. That last one felt particularly pointed.

“Ethan, I’m not scared of transforming. It actually sounds kind of hot.”

Ethan paused, board game piece still in hand. “Then why were you running for so long?”

Oh boy. There it was. Alex knew he would have to answer it eventually, but that didn’t make it less terrifying. He knew why. He had been feeding it this whole time, but saying it was almost impossible. Almost.

“Okay, I gotta be real fucking mean for a second here, because it’s a long story. So, I’ll tell you why I’ve been running, if you tell me about what happened to you in Project Icarus.”

“I stayed in your house for a bit,” Alex said, intercepting Ethan’s question. “I watched that DVD. I didn’t understand most of it, but it seemed important, and I can’t give up something so big about myself alone.”

Ethan paused for a second and then nodded.

“Sure, I’ll tell you about Icarus, but you first.”

That was all Alex needed.

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The Event

“You’re firing me?!” Alex yelled in desperation.

“Listen kid, I’m transferring you over to Park Maintenance.” His boss, or former boss, said. He stared down at his desk, refusing to make eye contact. “You can’t have a forest preserve if all the forests are dying. This is the best I could do. You’ll take a heavy pay cut, but you’ll still get a job. Now go report to them. They’ll get you sorted.”

Alex nodded and left his office, before fully breaking down right outside the door. This was his dream job, and now it was gone. Every other part of his life was a massive failure: He had no friends, his parents didn’t talk to him, and any man he met never stayed, even down to the first.

The worst part was that he couldn’t just find one somewhere else. Mass ecological death was common now, and conservation was powerless to stop it. His boss was right, this was the best it could ever be.

Instead of doing what he favored, Alex was now stuck picking up trash in the trees of the one forest-like park that still looked somewhat alive. He stabbed the trash furiously, trying to take out his anger at a dying planet and all the things that had gone wrong. It was pointless though. Nothing ever got better.

Well, except for one thing. Apparently, one of the joggers here was former military. The sight of his pecs and ass jiggling was enough to stop all of Alex’s rage. Shit, if there were more people as hot as him around, maybe this wouldn’t be half bad.

Just as he finished that thought, he caught… something. A bad vibe, a chill in the air. It was hard to discern, but it was something. Suddenly, the jogger bent over and tore his shorts off. His foot-long cock was diamond hard and throbbing. Then he sniffed the air, and locked eyes with Alex.

At that moment, Alex felt something primal. It was something that every animal knew from birth, something so deeply ingrained that it was hard to notice, but he’d seen it so many times in the deer that he loved so much. It was the feeling to fucking run.

Alex dropped everything and followed that instinct, disappearing into the trees. The jogger wasn’t far behind, mind destroyed by lust. He was so fast, and Alex didn’t know how long he could keep this up, but his primal feeling changed into something new, something more personal.

He wanted Alex. He was chasing after Alex because he needed Alex. He needed Alex so badly that he had foregone any semblance of humanity and self-preservation. It was something he had never felt before, and soon Alex’s heart stitched itself back together using this feeling. Alex would never be loved, and no man would ever stay. However, he could be chased, and maybe that chase could last forever.

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“My life just kept falling apart,” Alex said, finishing his story. “And I don’t know what I could’ve done to change it. Once the world fell apart, It fucking broke me. Running away was all I could do, and it felt so nice to just be… wanted.”

“I’m so sorry…” Ethan said, purposefully trying to shrink his massive form down.

“That’s why I can’t change!” Alex said, the panic in his voice reaching a fever pitch. “You all want me in some instinctual way. I know it’s selfish, but if I change, I’ll be alone! I can’t be alone again I can’t!”

Alex was interrupted by an incredibly large pair of pecs right in his face. He was back to being engulfed again, smothered in a warm embrace. It helped more than Alex would like to admit.

“I’m not gonna leave again,” Ethan said, “and if you don’t want me anymore, there are plenty of guys who will like you, even after you change.”

“Why did you leave?” Alex blurted out. It was the one question that has been gnawing away at him for years. If there was something he could’ve done, some way to be better, he needed to know.

Even through his pecs, the question was clear. Ethan released his grip and looked Alex right in the eyes.

“After that night with you, I couldn’t ignore my feelings anymore. I was scared of what my parents would say, or of what someone would do to you if they found out. I thought that if I joined the military and took Asmodrol, then nobody would say anything. I could just blame it on the side effects, and I would be too strong for anyone to do anything. It didn’t matter, though. My parents still disowned me when they found out I took it, and I never even got to talk to you again.” Tears welled up in Ethan’s eyes, as years’ worth of emotions finally came to the surface.

“Because of Icarus?” Alex said.

Ethan nodded and took a deep breath. It was time for the second part of the story.

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He shouldn’t be here. They shouldn’t have let him join. They shouldn’t have given him Asmodrol and turned him into a what, 400? 450 pound freak? And they definitely shouldn’t have let him in here, in the belly of the beast where his cock was constantly hard, and he was forced to harvest stuff that could easily kill him.

The general had said that Ethan had one of the strongest resolves he’d ever seen, that no man had been able to resist as much as Ethan had, but the General was wrong. Ethan wasn’t strong. He was scared. His upbringing clawed into him, calling him a demon for even thinking about men in that way, and so he never even touched himself. He tried to keep it all down, but the dam could only hold so much, and now, failing was dangerous.

The bucket he held shook as he walked. He was the only guy who could resist enough to take it, but every step became harder and harder. He could hear it tearing away at his mind. It was only a matter of time.

Then, it found the right place to hit.

Hey, the pre in the bucket said to him. This isn’t Asmodeus’, this is Alex’s.

Don’t you like Alex? It said,

Don’t you want to be strong for him?

And Ethan did.

He downed the bucket in seconds, and as the first guy saw, the transformation began.

His arms exploded with mass, hundreds of pounds appearing in a second. His biceps were easily larger than the torso of most of the Asmo’d men in the cavern, and then he flexed, sending both peaks surging past his head. He cried out in pain as stretch marks split open on his arm, causing him to bleed. His pecs surged out a split second later, becoming wrecking balls of hard mass. Blood sprayed out from the bursting, covering the catwalk in his own blood. His back forced him wider, wider, until he was much wider than he was tall. His legs were forced wider, and wider, until his bones cracked, his body not able to accommodate the width.

It was hard to tell if his roaring was from pain or pleasure, but it only got louder as his cock grew up, up and nestled itself into his pecs. He let out geysers of cum, each shot hitting the ceiling and raining down on the other men. Even then, his furiously purple-red cockhead only seemed to grow harder with each load, eventually being larger than his own head.

The rest of the men tried to stop him, but he just threw them off with his wild thrashing. Why didn’t they understand? He had to be bigger; he needed to be more for him; he needed MORE.

Every step added an unfathomable amount of mass, and when he couldn’t walk anymore he used his massive arms to drag the rest of his body towards his goal. 10 men were on top of him, and yet he still kept getting closer, kept growing. He was a ball of monstrous flesh, no telling which muscle was which as it all pulsed and flexed. He reached out, so close to a puddle of Asmodeus’s pre. He couldn’t reach, and that’s what broke him. He flexed every muscle as hard as he could, try in vain to just get a little farther, and then-

Ethan woke up. chained to a hospital bed, weeks later. He wasn’t the ball of muscle anymore, but what he was was still grotesque. He could barely see over his mountainous pecs. The chains holding him down looked like they were used for tanks, but they were still losing the fight against him. Multiple blood bags were hooked up to him, trying desperately to counteract the loss of blood from the stretch marks. Lastly, attached to his cock was a large machine, pumping cum out of his balls at the fastest rate it could, trying desperately to keep his cock from exploding.

His mind was so addled by lust that he could only repeat one name. The doctors couldn’t tell what he was saying, but they had a good guess. It was weeks before he could walk again, and once he could, he was left with a handler and dropped off at his cabin. He was taken care of for months, barely able to do anything on his own, but eventually he recovered.

It was only then that he realized what he had done.

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“I’m one of the only people who has ever shrunk on Asmodrol, much less after drinking right from the source,” Ethan said. “I actually shrunk down to the size of a regular Asmo’d guy before…y’know.”

“How long were you at the cabin after The Event?” Alex asked.

“Weeks? Months? Too long. It felt like being at the hospital again, only being able to repeat one name.”

“Asmodeus, right?”

Ethan shook his head.

“I was saying ‘Alex’. I was scared again, like I always am,” Ethan said. “You always helped me, even when we were kids. I just wanted you to scare off my bullies again.”

Alex could see Ethan’s hands starting to shake, so before he started to cry, Alex pulled him into a hug. Alex barely was able to get around the lats, but he squeezed as hard as he could.

“Asmodeus spared me,” Ethan cried. “I failed. I wasn’t good enough. I should be dead, and I don’t know why I’m not!”

“I don’t know either, but when I find this Asmodeus guy, that’ll be the first thing I ask him,” Alex said.

Alex didn’t know if that was the right thing to say, but he did mean it.

The two just stayed there, in each other’s embrace for a while. It was nice, and for Alex, it was something he needed for a long time. He couldn’t even remember the last time he got a hug from someone before he got caught. Eventually, Ethan spoke up.

“Can I stay here for the night?”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” Alex replied.

Ethan slowly got up while still carrying Alex and laid him on the bed.

“I’m gonna go take care of this,” Ethan said as he gripped the base of his cock. “You’ve seen what happens if I don’t.” With that, he waddled over to the bathroom.

Alex thanked whoever designed this house, because he could clearly see the bathroom from the bed. He watched as Ethan widened his stance, filling up most of the bathroom. Fuck, he was beautiful.

They all were, Alex thought. He was just too busy running from them to drink it all in. Now he couldn’t get enough.

He watched as Ethan’s hamstrings flexed, his legs trying to keep him steady as both hands pumped his cock. Alex heard his breathing get heavier as he pumped faster, and Alex put his own hand down his pants to relieve himself. The two were stroking in sync, and by their moaning, neither of them were far off.

Alex shot first, but it didn’t even stain the sheets as his body had nothing left to give. In his panting, he noticed Ethans low-hanging balls clench, a sign that it was almost over.

Just then, Ethan let out a roar, shaking the entire house as gallons of cum sprayed out of his gigantic cock. Load after load poured out of him, clogging the shower he was pointing towards and spraying out onto the floor. If Alex wasn’t so tired, he probably would have cum again seeing Ethan explode like this.

Soon enough, Ethan turned around, the bathroom completely painted. He actually looked a little embarrassed as he turned the lights off and climbed onto the bed. The bed creaked in protest, not made for this much mass, but Ethan just scooped Alex into his arms.

“I’ll clean that tomorrow,” Ethan said.

“Mmm,” Alex replied as he snuggled in closer. Honestly, he could keep it messy, Alex didn’t care. All he could care about was how warm Ethan was, and how soft he was, even with all of those muscles. It was hard to stay awake with how nice it all felt, and soon enough, he drifted off to sleep.

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Alex opened his eyes and saw a blood red sky. He reached out, trying to find Ethan, or something familiar, but it was just cold stone. He sat up, noting that his head wasn’t hurting like it had. It was only then that he realized where he was.

He was back on the roof of that unfinished building, right before he was the last unturned person on earth.

He looked over the edge of the roof. The two guys weren’t there, but the scaffolding was all gone. Everything on ground level was gone, as it was flooded as far as Alex could see with a substance he knew all too well.

“Okay, this is a dream,” Alex said. He turned around to try and figure out a way to wake up, when he noticed how dark it was on the roof. He looked up to see what was causing it.

Two massive glutes, each of them the size of a small house, were positioned on the other side of the old building. On top of them was a back so massive it blotted out the sun. It had to be bigger than a city block, each knot of muscle in it thousands of pounds. Attached to his back was a pair of wings so large it threatened to engulf Alex’s field of view in darkness. Alex thought to himself that there was no way flight was possible for him, but Alex knew that wasn’t true. Even the wings themselves had muscles, a testament on how much power was needed for this thing to take flight. Every slight movement from him felt like it could crack the world in half, as Alex watched the muscles in his back shift like tectonic plates.

There was only one person it could be. Asmodeus. Alex slowly got up, making sure to keep staring at the roof instead of the thing that could easily snap his brain in half. He stumbled closer, trying to think of a way to get his attention. His hands found a loose brick, coming from the pallet he was leaning on.

Hey fucker!” Alex screamed as he threw the loose brick with all his might. It sailed through the air, bouncing off one of the massive glutes. For a moment, it seemed like it didn’t work, but an unfathomably deep grunt and the shaking of the ground signified that Asmodeus was turning around.

Alex tried not to scream as Asmodeus’s most prominent part came into view. A cock as thick and as long as a skyscraper swung around. Alex didn’t turn around to see the head, but he heard the torrent of cum pouring out of it, no doubt the source of the flood.

Alex then watched as Asmodeus gripped the base of his dick with a clawed hand, and pulled it toward himself. Alex could now understand why it took him so long to turn around. Even while being hundreds, if not thousands, of feet tall, his muscles were so thick that there was no way he had a clear range of motion. Even now, Alex could only see his massive chest as it blocked out Asmodeus’s face.

Then he crouched down, face in line with the old building. One hand gripped his cock, keeping it from demolishing the structure Alex was on, while the other clawed hand grabbed the building.

Alex tried to focus on details of his face, like how his jaw was so freakishly muscled that it looked hypermasculine in a way that couldn’t be real, and yet there it was. He tried to focus on the horns Curving up to the sky, a crown denoting his status as more than human, but Alex couldn’t focus on these things. He could only focus on Asmodeus’s eyes.

Asmodeus’s eyes glowed orange, brighter than the sun. They tore through Alex, burrowing into his mind and setting it alight. Alex fell to his knees, cock spewing in his shorts. The pressure was too much. It felt that at any moment his dick was going to explode. Tears fell down his eyes as he gritted his teeth. For what felt like hours, he stayed there, crushed under the weight of an unbearable lust.

However, it wasn’t unfamiliar. He’d felt this, every time he ran away from another changed man, or every time he saw another man he was attracted to. It always felt crushing, but it wasn’t. It tried to get him to resist it, so that it could truly take him over, but he wasn’t afraid of it. Demon caused or not, they were his feelings, and he knew that they wouldn’t hurt him.

Alex clawed his way up the palette of bricks, each movement harder than the last. Soon enough, he was standing again, letting all of the lust flow through him.

It was only then that the great demon smiled, showing gleaming white teeth, each one as sharp as a spike. His smile felt hungry, and Alex felt like he did on the day of The Event. Like a deer pulling on its basic instinct to leave, but there was nowhere to run.

Alex had to face this.

Thousands of questions swirled in his mind. He needed to get something, anything, out of this. Why did he do this? What purpose did it serve? What was the point of doing this on a dying planet? Why bring Alex to this fucked up dream? What did he want from Alex? Was this just the rest of Alex’s life, to be stuck in an endless tortuous dream, crushed under his own desire?

None of those mattered. Alex didn’t need those questions answered, not now. Alex made a promise, and he intended to keep it.

“You saved Ethan. He drank from you, and you saved him. Why?” Alex tried to keep calm, but he sounded desperate. His voice cracked, as if this was the last thing he’d ever say.

Asmodeus’s expression changed to something Alex would describe as solemn. The pressure Alex felt slowed down even more now. Asmodeus’s voice filled Alex’s mind.

Poor thing. You think I would snuff out a life before he experiences true pleasure?

Alex sighed again. That was surprisingly moral, in a weird way. He didn’t expect a demon to do something that nice. However, Asmodeus didn’t stop there, as he smiled again.

Of course, how else would I have caught you, my little runner?

Huh? Before Alex could really react to that. Something appeared on top of the palette of bricks. He looked up and saw a shadow. It was the same shadow he saw in the mirror.

“Lillith, I assume?” Alex said, a prickling of fear rising within him. He knew what was coming next, but he didn’t want to believe it.

“Naturally,” she said, her voice reaching him normally rather than inside his head. “I hope there are no hard feelings between us. I just had to repay my last favor.” With that, she disappeared, and Alex was left with Asmodeus again.

Alex shuddered as the realization hit him. He had been played. From the start, he had been subtly pushed towards one goal: Ethan. Once the two met, there was no way Alex would’ve escaped again. Game over.

The rooftop was silent as Alex felt every emotion he could. It was a violent whirlwind, each feeling trying their best to climb to the top. It seemed inescapable, but soon something changed within him, and Alex started to laugh.

It was a clear laugh, a joyful laugh, a laugh that Alex hadn’t done in years. He had planned for years on catching Alex, and yet it took him this long? Alex was better at this than he thought.

“Okay, sure. You won. GG, but I know I had you going there for a bit,” Alex said. His laughter stopped when he realized what came next. “So, what’s my punishment?”

Alex knew there was no other way for this to go. He had run for so long, probably fucking up some grand plan in a million different ways by not being changed, and now Asmodeus had him here. Worst part was, Asmodeus could break Alex in any way he wanted to. He had already shown that off.

There was a pause, just enough to make Alex feel worse about his chances. Then, it was Asmodeus’s turn to laugh. He laughed visibly, vocally, shaking the whole roof. Alex had to hold on to the palette again just to stay standing. However, as soon as it started, it stopped, and Asmodeus went back to just smiling, if just a little less predatory this time. He started talking in Alex’s mind again.

You will find my reward when you wake.

Before Alex could respond, he felt a heaviness, and soon enough, he was out again.

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Alex awoke again, this time bleary-eyed, and with a familiar pounding in his head. This time, he wasn’t dreaming. This was real.

Alex turned over to see Ethan sleeping. He was snoring pretty loudly. Alex tried to move the arm that Ethan had draped over him, but to no avail. It wouldn’t even budge. Even if Ethan wasn’t some giant muscle bound freak, Alex probably still wouldn’t be able to push it in the state he was in.

It was then that Alex decided that he wanted to be changed. He had run for so long, and gotten so far, but it was over. Yeah, he was still terrified of what would happen and if his body would even make it, but he thought it would be okay. If he could stand up to Asmodeus, then he could probably handle this.

“Mornin’,” Ethan yawned as he finally woke up. He gave Alex a quick squeeze, and then got out of the bed, the frame still creaking in protest as he moved. Alex sat up on the bed, just watching him move. He realized that this was the only time that he had seen Ethan flaccid. Hell, this was probably the only time he had seen any of them flaccid. Truly a rare event.

“So, how do we make sure that your dick doesn’t split me in half before I change?” Alex said.

The next thing Alex heard was the sound of Ethan’s dick slapping up against his own pecs. So much for that rarity.

“Well shit uh, I guess we could, Fuck. I—I’ve always heard it really hurts and I don’t wanna hurt you, I don’t so we uh…” Ethan kept trying to figure out a way to use his dick without killing Alex.

Alex could see Ethan’s fist clenching as he talked. Ethan really wanted this, and it was taking most of his resolve not to pounce. Alex needed a solution, and hopefully one that still let Ethan fuck him, because both of them really wanted it. He scanned the room, until he found the one thing that was always there for him: his gas can.

He reached over to the side of the bed and weighed his options. On one hand, it would be fucking disgusting as the smell of gasoline still permeated the thing. On the other, it fixed every other issue here, and what better way to get some final use out of the thing? The decision didn’t take long.

“I’m gonna miss being flexible, and fast,” Alex sighed. He grabbed the gas can and started chugging just as Ethan turned to see what he was doing.

The taste wasn’t good, that was for sure. The cum that Alex had been around may have been tantalizing, but after sitting in an old gas can for weeks, it had fully gained that ethanol kick. Still, there was something about it that he couldn’t get enough of. It was thick too, as Alex sucked on that nozzle like a newborn just starting on their first bottle. He felt it slowly slide down his throat and settle into his stomach. Even with the thickness, he sucked with so much force that it didn’t take long for him to be completely full.

As Alex realized that he could take no more, he pulled the nozzle out of his mouth and tossed the gas can away. He could already feel a burning in his gut as the cum was absorbed. It felt like pure vitality, pure life was flowing through his veins as the throbbing in his head and the fatigue disappeared.

“Okay, I think we’re good now. Probably,” Alex said.

That was all Ethan needed. In a split-second he was on top of Alex, pinning Alex’s arms down with just one hand as he started kissing him. The kiss was desperate, full of emotions that had been building for far too long. With his other hand, Ethan grabbed Alex’s pants and tore them off in one quick motion.

Alex laid there, letting Ethan do whatever he wanted as his body changed. Alex could feel his muscles swelling with power. Every part of him thickened, broadened, just kept getting bigger. It wasn’t long before he could start to move Ethan’s hand holding down his wrists. It wasn’t much yet, but having strength again felt amazing.

Ethan let go of Alex’s arms, leaving him to feel up his body. One of his hands reached down to find that his shirt had ridden up, leaving 8 bricks of hard muscle on his abdomen. Fuck, he had abs now! His other hand found its way to his pecs, feeling as they stretched his old shirt to its limits. He grabbed one of his pecs, feeling it outgrow his own hand. Alex only snapped out of feeling his own body when he felt something warm press against his asshole.

Ethan gave Alex a look of apprehension. Alex may have looked like a professional bodybuilder now, but that meant nothing to the battering ram about to be pushed inside him. This was still going to hurt.

“Just do it—ahgk!” Alex cried out as Ethan’s massive cockhead invaded him. It stretched him farther than he ever thought possible, but any pain was masked by the most intense pleasure. A wave of growth followed, slabbing dozens of pounds of mass onto Alex. The bed creaked as it finally registered Alex and Ethan’s fucking to be too much to handle.

Alex tried to catch his breath, but Ethan then thrusted further, and further, until his entire cock was embedded within Alex. Alex moaned, the pleasure overwhelming his mind as the growth only sped up. He flexed his arms, his biceps tearing through his now puny shirt. He tore the rest of it off afterwards, freeing his massive pecs. He tried to look down to see his own cock, but all he saw were his pecs still in the way. He could still feel it though, slowly growing against his abs.

The room was filled with grunts and moans as Ethan started to breed him deeply. Alex kept growing too until he looked like a regular Asmodrol soldier before The Event. He remembered thinking how insane they truly were, looking almost twice as big as the biggest bodybuilder, and now he was just like them. However, he wasn’t done. The bed frame finally shattered, but this only spurred the two on further.

“You gotta stop flexing like that,” Ethan said, voice ragged. “I’m..gonna…” A low growl emanated from Ethan, a sign that it was taking everything he had to not explode, sending his entire load into Alex.

“Like this?” Alex said, as he brought his cannonball bicep to his face and started to kiss it. He could feel the thick veins with his tongue, and how the mass of muscle kept pressing into his face further and further.

His bicep makeout session was brought to an end quickly, as Ethan grabbed him and picked him up He was now fully impaled on Ethan’s cock. He held on to Ethan’s immense back, waiting for his pounding to start again, but it didn’t.

Alex looked as sweat dripped down Ethan’s forehead. Ethan was gritting his teeth as he shut his eyes. Obviously, he was right on the edge, but he was fighting it. Alex knew just what to do. He Kissed Ethan right on the lips, destroying Ethan’s resolve in a second and releasing a geyser of cum into his ass. Alex felt completely filled as load after load was shot into him, to the point that he swore that he could taste Ethan’s cum in his mouth. Soon enough, Ethan ran out, and was left panting as Alex’s feeling of fullness was replaced with something much bigger.

“Fuckfuckfuuuuck,” Alex roared as the true transformation took hold. Hundreds of pounds exploded onto his frame, as he hung onto Ethan for dear life. He saw his biceps explode past their shirt-ripping flexed state, even when unflexed, as his lats pushed out further and further, widening his already freakish back. His pecs pushed out further, trying to pry the two apart, but Alex kept hanging on. He just kept swelling more and more, getting bigger and bigger, until finally his cock exploded, sending cum through Ethan’s pecs and covering his face. It was over.

Alex then pulled himself off of Ethan’s cock as the two were left sweaty and panting, admiring Alex’s new changes. The first thing Alex noticed was that he now towered over Ethan, being almost 7 feet tall while still covered in thick, bulging muscles. God, all those guys he had run from, all of their freakish mass, he was bigger than them now in every way. He flexed his bicep, the peak now reaching his fist. He moaned at the sight of his arms having so much power. It was only then that he heard Ethan laugh.

“What?” Alex said, turning around.

“You have antlers!”

Alex reached up to the top of his head until he found them. Two bony antlers growing out of his head. He ran his hands along them, counting how many times the antlers ended. Damn, 10 points? He was a pretty good buck.

It was only then that he really took in the full sensations of his new body. He was massive, sure, but he didn’t feel weighed down like he thought he would. Instead he felt strong, powerful, and alive. As he shifted his weight from one tree-trunk leg to the other, he realized that he might not be as slow as he worried. It would take some getting used to, but he could do it.

He said a silent thank you to Asmodeus for the gift. It was everything he could’ve asked for. He didn’t know if he could hear silent thank you, but he knew he’d say it for real if they ever met again.

“Well, guess we should tell the others that it’s over,” Alex said. He turned around before Ethan grabbed him by the waist and picked him up.

“Or,” Ethan said, peeking out from behind one of Alex’s lats, “we could fuck without me worrying about hurting you.”

Alex’s hard cock throbbed at the thought. After everything he went through, how could he refuse an offer like that?

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