The great pumpkin

by screamingmoist

 Four young vandals learn that it’s bad luck to destroy jack-o’-lanterns on Halloween.

Added: Oct 2021 8,028 words 2,163 views 4.6 stars (5 votes)

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The face hit the ground with a wet, heavy smack that sent liquid innards scattering in all directions. It was but one of many that had fallen prey during the four young men’s reign of terror. They’d been at it for hours, finding innocent victim after innocent victim and leaving them a stain on the sidewalk.

“Dude, dude, there’s another one,” Wyatt said, slapping Tony’s beefy arm.

“On it!” The hairy brute of a man scurried across the front lawn with surprising speed given his stocky shape, snatching the jack-o’-lantern off the front porch. He sent it hurling towards Gabe, who exploded it midair with a well-aimed blow from his baseball bat.

“Wooooo!” the wiry man roared as if he’d just scored a home run, his face and clothes splattered with pumpkin gore. He flexed a thick bicep, a smug grin on his face. “And that’s why they keep me on the team.”

“You sure it’s not all those locker room blow jobs you give everyone?”

Gabe swung his bat towards Wyatt, purposely missing the tall man but still managing to send a stream of pumpkin juice spattering against him. “Fuck you, dude.”

“See? That’s what I’m sayin’,” Wyatt laughed, grabbing his crotch through his jeans. “I’m not judging.”

“Pretty mouth like yours is probably great at it,” Tony grinned, wiping the sticky gore from the hairy patch of burly chest that hung out from his thin, v-neck t-shirt.

Gabe gestured with his bat towards the plump, prominent rear bubbling out the back of Tony’s pumpkin-covered jeans. “Says the dude with the mammoth ass?”

The shorter man shrugged and gave his hips a shake. “What? I know you like to look.”

Gabe grumbled, turning away as Tony and Wyatt erupted into fits of laughter and Luke trailed behind. His laughing friends loved nothing more than to give the handsome young man a hard time about his looks. They were all eye-catching in their own rights, but Gabe was the stunner of the group, with full, pouty lips, high cheekbones, and thick auburn hair that was always perfectly in place. Coupled with the fact that these comely features sat on top of a lean, whipcord body covered in tight definition and offset by bulging, powerful biceps. It was no surprise they’d be jealous after spending years watching Gabe score girl after girl without having to try while they struggled.

Though, realistically, “struggle” was an exaggeration. They were all differently built, but each of the young men had a fit, athletic frame. Wyatt’s tall, lanky body with his toned arms and long legs made him a natural on the basketball court, while Tony’s thick, bottom-heavy shape was tailor made for wrestling. Their quiet friend, Luke, split the difference between them, being neither too short nor too tall, with an impressive, well-muscled build. Unlike the lanky Wyatt or the beefy Tony, Luke sported a chiseled, proportional build that beat Gabe from the neck down, though the other man still had the better face.

Walking almost grudgingly behind his friends, Luke ran a hand through his shaggy brown hair as he watched the other two torment Gabe. He loved anything that made the arrogant young man uncomfortable, but it was close to midnight and they’d been at it for hours. The trick or treaters had long since called it a night and the barren streets surrounding campus were growing increasingly cold and foggy. “I don’t wanna be a buzzkill, but exactly how much longer are we going to keep doing this?”

The other three stopped and turned towards their friend, exchanging a trio of annoyed glances. “What? You’ve got something better to do?” Tony asked. “A hot date with a fuckin’ book waiting back home?”

“I’m just saying… aren’t we a little old for this? We’re not kids anymore, assholes. No one else is out and it’s only a matter of time before someone calls the cops on the group of twenty year olds smashing pumpkins like a bunch of idiot high schoolers.” Luke held up his hands in surrender before they could start yelling at him. “Don’t get me wrong! It’s been fun…but it’s nearly midnight, guys. Can’t we just go get drunk or something?”

Gabe pulled a flask from his pocket and took a long swig, the stench of cheap whiskey carrying through the chill night air. “Why not both?”

“Nerd might have a point,” Wyatt sighed. He looked up and down the empty street and the trail of pumpkin guts they’d left in their wake. “This is getting kinda boring.” He shivered, goosebumps breaking out on his long arms. “It’s also getting cold out here.”

“But it’s Halloween!” Tony whined. “We can’t call it a night yet.”

“No one’s saying we have to call it a night. Let’s just head back towards campus and see what’s going on there. Gotta be something more exciting than this.”

“I second that,” Wyatt nodded at Luke’s pleading look.

“Fiiiiine,” Gabe pouted. He rested his bat over a broad shoulder, a sour expression on his face. “But if we find any good ones on the way back I’m still smashin’ ‘em.”

The group turned back the way they came, retracing their trail of destruction as the fog closed in around them. It seemed to thicken out of nowhere, swirling in dense clouds that obscured the lights overhead and reduced the lit porches on either side of the street to diffuse, pin pricks of illumination. A blanket of deafening silence fell over the midnight air, swallowing the sounds of their footfalls and blocking out the rhythmic, cricket chirping.

They all noticed the frigid chill that came with the sudden fog, but none of them wanted to be the first to give voice to their growing unease. They walked along in silence, occasionally giving in to impulse and looking back over their shoulder to reassure themselves that the sensation of being followed was all in their imagination.

It was the changes to the sidewalk that caught their eyes first. The smooth, even surface started to pepper with tufts of grass and overgrown weeds. Thick tree roots thrust sections of the ground upwards in broken chunks until even the pavement of the street itself began to crumble.

“Guys? Where are we…” Tony finally asked. “Do you remember passing here? This place is a dump.” He strained his eyes through the fog, making out the shapes of towering, Victorian houses where there should have been small bungalows.

“What do you mean ‘where are we’? We’re walking back to campus,” Gabe spat. “Don’t be stupid,” he added, trying to hide his own anxiety.

“What the fuck’s with these houses though? I don’t think we…” Wyatt trailed off, grabbing Luke’s shoulder as he froze. “Do you see that,” he whispered. The others all stopped and looked down the street where Wyatt pointed, at first thinking the tall shape was nothing but a street light.

They didn’t know what it was. It was too tall to be a person and too thin to be a tree. It traveled up from the ground in a straight line, terminating in a round, squat orb on top.

“What?” Gabe shrugged. “It’s just a street sign… or…” he trailed off when it suddenly moved.

The four young men watched as the round, bulbous head turned in their direction, feeling more than seeing the set of eyes that landed on them. The now-moving creature lurched forward in slow, stumbling steps, its movements stilted and uncoordinated like a marionette. Whatever it was, the figure grew impossibly tall as it drew closer to the startled young men until it towered before them like a slender idol. It was tall and thin, with skeletal arms and legs, its entire body covered in clinging dirt and vines that dangled off it like cobwebs. The round head bore a familiar orange shape as it glared down at the cowering group. The young men craned their necks up at the nearly nine foot figure, rooted in place by overwhelming dread. Despite the impossibility of what they were seeing, they knew deep down this was no Halloween prank.

“Gu… guys… let’s… let’s get the fuck outta here…” Tony’s voice quivered, a hoarse whisper. Being the shortest of the group, the figure loomed over him like a giant.

Gabe wasn’t quite ready to give in. “It’s just someone fuckin’ with us. Probably mad we smashed their pumpkins or whatever,” he spat towards his quaking friends. Determined not to let his own fear show he drew himself up and steadied his voice as he yelled to the deserted street, “Okay! Good job! Points for originality… this thing is super spooky,” he laughed. “But we got kinda turned around. Could someone point us towards campus?”

Instead of echoing down the street his deep voice was swallowed by the fog, barely making it to his friends a few feet behind him. “Never mind, I guess,” he said with an annoyed, dismissive wave. Turning back to the others he shrugged, a smug look on his face. “See? Nothing to…”

“Fuck!” Wyatt yelped, cutting off Gabe as the creature’s bulbous head flared to life. A pair of triangular eyes, a matching nose, and a jagged, grinning mouth suddenly lit with an internal glow that flickered like flame.

Without a word, the creature slowly raised a bony arm and extended a gnarled finger towards the group. All at once the sticky, dried remains of the shattered jack-o’-lanterns that covered them began to emit a soft orange glow that was quickly followed by a quiet sizzling.

“What the hell?! What’s that… shit! Shit!” Gabe began frantically pawing at himself when he looked down and saw his clothes steadily disintegrating. The strange orange light coursed over him, tracing the lines of pumpkin gore like veins as it took the fabric with it.

The four men stared at each other in shock as they watched the light spread over all of them. Gabe and Tony were the most covered, their bodies rapidly becoming exposed as their clothes somehow vanished.

Wyatt was the first to snap out of it. The tall man gasped, coming back to his senses. “Fuck! Run!” He yelled, turning and bolting, not bothering to see if his friends followed. He could hear their pounding feet behind him but he was too scared to turn and face the creature again. Already the burning eyes were seared into his brain, hovering just in front of him every time he so much as blinked. He could feel the chill night air on the exposed skin of his abs where his shirt should be, while a similar draft ran up the backs of his legs. There wasn’t time to stop and look, or to be embarrassed. He could only run as fast as his long legs would carry him.

Luke was right behind him, watching in stunned horror as the back of Wyatt’s jeans dissolved from the knees up. The tall man had slipped and fallen on a destroyed pile of pumpkin guts earlier, and though they’d all laughed at the time, Luke found nothing funny about the sudden appearance of the back of Wyatt’s red boxer briefs. Since he’d been hanging back for most of the night there were only a few sizzling holes in Luke’s t-shirt and jeans, which he ignored as he sprinted after Wyatt.

Gabe and Tony weren’t so lucky. Being as covered as they were, it only took a few strides before the shredded remains of their clothes drifted off as they ran. They stumbled and staggered, catching on their dissolving jeans until the tattered denim was no more, leaving them in nothing but their underwear and rapidly dissolving sneakers. Gabe did his best to focus on getting as far from the monster as he could, but it was hard to ignore the increasingly absent sensation of his boxers against his pumping legs. The same went for Tony, whose grey briefs were letting in more and more of the evening air and whose hairy cheeks bounced freely behind him as he ran.

It was Luke who finally spotted the house. They’d been running for what felt like miles through the endless fog when he’d finally mustered up the courage to look back over his shoulder. He saw his exposed friends trailing behind, but fortunately no creature with glowing eyes. He looked back towards the street just in time to catch a break in the fog that gave him a quick glimpse of what looked like an abandoned house. The broken windows and gaping front door leered like a face, but at least it was shelter.

“Guys! This way,” he hissed in a loud whisper, turning a sharp ninety degrees and bolting into the ominous, darkened house. The rotted wood of the porch creaked under their weight as one by one his friends lunged in after him, their mostly bare, sweaty chests heaving for breath. They stumbled away from the missing front door and into a windowless back room, barely able to see anything in the dim, filtered illumination from the streetlight outside.

“What… the fuck… was that…” Wyatt panted, bending over to support himself on his exposed knees. The tall man’s shirt had dissolved from the chest down, leaving him with a ridiculous cut off that showed off his tight abs and shredded jeans. The front of the denim was peppered and pockmarked with holes, but the back was gone entirely from his calves up. Wyatt had been holding them in place as he ran but he let them drop as he caught his breath.

“What happened to our clothes?!” Gabe spread his sculpted arms wide to emphasize his mostly-naked body. T-shirt, jeans, socks and shoes had all vanished. Only part of his boxers remained, and even they had dissolved into something resembling more of a loin cloth than a pair of shorts. A small patch of plaid fabric hung down the middle of Gabe’s perky bubble, while a similar strip covered the majority of his dangling hose. The slightest movement caused his long cock and low, heavy balls to swing into view, but the wiry man would take what he could get.

Tony wasn’t so lucky. Like Gabe, his clothes had entirely vanished, but unlike his lean friend, the beefy man’s briefs had melted away to a web of cotton strands. His plump cheeks and thick, squat cock stood on full display as he pawed at his furry torso. “This shit’s still on us, man! What’s it gonna do?! Is anyone else itchy?” The group watched their stocky friend scratch at himself, each of them silently shaking their heads with wide eyes. “Really? None of you are… are… what are you all looking at?”

“You’re, uh, still glowing,” Luke said, reaching a hesitant hand towards Tony’s burly shoulder. Before he could make contact the shorter man gasped and spasmed out of reach, every muscle going tense. His broad body erupted with definition as he seemed to flex in place, straining against the electric current suddenly running through him. His flesh crawled when, like his clothes, the glow began to consume all of the ample hair that had covered him since puberty. The other three couldn’t believe their eyes as the hairy ape of a man was replaced by a flexing, smooth-skinned hunk. The lack of hair accentuated his straining muscles, letting his bulging pecs and ripped abs stand proudly on display instead of lurking beneath a silky carpet. It was easy for them to forget just how built Tony really was under all that fur. Their short friend didn’t look like he was putting on additional muscle, but the bulk he already had was becoming increasingly defined. The fat on Tony’s body seemed to melt away, leaving a striated map of definition that left him looking like a bodybuilder on stage day.

“Wha… what just happened…” Tony gasped as the glow faded. “Jesus!” He staggered on his feet as he looked down at his now-smooth body. Though he was relaxed and had stopped flexing, he kept the prominent definition as though he was. And while the glow had stopped, Tony was horrified to discover that his smooth new skin bore an orange tint, as if he’d covered himself with the cheapest spray tan possible.

“Are… are you okay?”

“I… think soouoouuunnnn…” Tony’s knees sagged when Luke reached out again and a wave of pleasure washed over him as soon as his friend made contact.

“Whoa! Shit!” Luke grabbed Tony’s other shoulder to steady him but the short, buff man only groaned harder. “Guys! Something’s… wrong…” he stammered as he pulled Tony towards him and felt his friend’s solid, fat cock dig into his leg. He looked down and saw the thick, oozing pole sticking out through the lace of shredded cotton, looking all the larger without the dense bush of hair around it. “Tony! You with still with me, man?” He fumbled to keep his friend upright while glaring at the others. “Will one of you fucking help me?”

Gabe just stared in slack-jawed shock but Wyatt pulled it together and hurried over, draping a long arm under Tony to hold him upright. The smooth skinned stud let out a howl as Wyatt’s arm drifted across his back, and Gabe felt a warm, spurting stream splash against him. “Let… let go! Let him go!” He barked, backing away.

Wyatt looked confused as he held the squirming, tanned little muscle man. “I thought I was supposed to…”

“I think touching him is making him do this!” Luke motioned to the cum stain on his shirt and Wyatt let go as if Tony was suddenly red hot, sending the other man to the floor in a heap.

“I could… couldn’t say anything…” Tony sputtered breathlessly. “As soon as you… it was like you guys were… just touching my shoulder felt like you were jerkin’ me off.” It was hard to tell if he was blushing under the new orange tint on his face. “When Wyatt put his arm on my back it was like… holy shit…” he stared in confused wonder at the semi-hard cock poking through the lacework of his underwear. Despite the powerful eruption his squat club wasn’t getting any softer.

“We need to get the fuck outta here,” Gabe interrupted, peeking his head around a corner to look out through one of the broken windows. “That… thing… could be here any minute.”

“Or it could be waiting for us outside,” Wyatt countered. “And I don’t think Tony’s in any position to go anywhere.”

“No, I’m fine… this is just… weird…” the short man said as he lumbered to his feet and ran a hesitant hand over his shredded torso. Touching his own skin sent more of a thrill than it should, but nothing like his friends’ touch had. “Why do I look so jacked? And what the fuck is with this tan?”

“Your guess is as good as mine,” Luke shrugged. “Whatever that thing is out there… it did this.”

“You all saw it, right? The fucker had a jack-o’-lantern head, right?” Wyatt forced his eyes from Tony’s altered, naked body. He felt bad for his friend, but he was more concerned with what the freshly sculpted man’s new look implied for the rest of them.

“That’s not possible,” Gabe hissed, still looking into the other room. He told himself it was so he could keep watch, not that he was afraid to look at Tony. “None of this is possible!”

“Tell that to Tony,” Luke growled, stomping over to Gabe. “Or your missing clothes! We’re all scared, dude. Denial isn’t gonna… wait… what’s that?” He trailed off, his eye catching on a small, pale object stuck to Gabe’s lower back.

“What? What’s what?” Gabe’s heart started racing as he looked over his shoulder to see what Luke was inspecting.

“Oh, it’s nothing,” Luke sighed. “I thought it was a weird bug or something, but it’s just a pumpkin seeee…whoa!” He’d been reaching out to flick it from Gabe’s back but jerked his hand away when it suddenly melted into the other man’s skin.

“What? Shit! What happened?!” Gabe was turning in circles as he tried to get a view, his barely covered package swinging wildly between his toned thighs in the process.

“It… melted… into your skin…” Luke stammered.

What?! No… it just fell off or something, right? That’s all. It just fell offffuuuuuuunnnnggg!” Gabe’s eyes shot open, his mouth gaping in a prolonged, wordless gasp. The other three watched the wiry man go up on his toes, his back arching as an obvious quiver spread across his firm, perky rear. The quiver turned into a ripple, like the broken surface of a pond. There was a momentary pause, just long enough for all of them to look at each other, before Gabe’s small little cheeks exploded outwards. They were like inflating balloons, pushing back and spilling out at the sides while still seeming to defy gravity. The growing mounds expanded in jiggling spurts until it looked as if Gabe had two hefty pumpkins strapped to his lower back. The rest of his lean, whipcord body was unchanged, making the new growth seem comically large compared to the rest of him.

“NNNNGGGGggguuuhhhh!” he groaned, stumbling against the wall for support when his body unlocked. “No no no no no no,” he whimpered at the sensation of the shifting, mountainous globes. Just the slight movement of falling forward sent them into a frenzy of motion. “What the fuck… what the fuck… what the fuck…” He reached around to palm each of the mammoth cheeks, his toned body going pale when he realized just how big they actually were. It was an ass that would have looked excessive on a linebacker. On Gabe’s tight, thin frame it just looked freakish, a sharp contrast to his handsome, pretty boy face.

Oh fuck!” Tony squawked, his semi-hard cock immediately shooting to full length.

Luke pried his gaze up from the jiggling mounds and locked eyes with his terrified friend so he wouldn’t stare. “Does it… hurt?”

Gabe’s toned, modest pecs heaved as he frantically clawed at the unwanted growth. “No…it feels fuckin’ weird…but not…nnnggg…painful…mmm….just…uuuunnnnhh…odd…”

“Dude… what’re you doing?”

Gabe returned Wyatt’s confused look, unsure why the other men were looking at him the way they were. “Whuuunn… what? I’m not doing uuuunnnnnannything…” It was the sound of his own groan that made the bottom heavy man realize that was a lie. There was a fresh wave of horror when he discovered one of his hands had stopped pawing at his altered cheeks and had burrowed between the supple mounds, his fingers probing the insides of his tight hole. His handsome face went crimson with humiliation, but he couldn’t stop. “Fuck! Guys! I caaauuugghhh… can’t stop…” he moaned. “Christ this feeeeEEEEEuuuhhls g…good…” The three men watched their friend eagerly finger himself, seemingly oblivious to the lack of response from his dangling cock.

“Uh, Gabe… your… is that supposed to…” Luke nodded towards the flapping patch of boxers covering the other man’s limp member.

“Oh no… oh fuck…” Gabe clutched at his oozing hose with his free hand, not feeling the slightest hint of rigidity despite being more turned on than he’d ever felt before. The jolts of pleasure shooting through him were so intense they took his breath away, but his impressive cock hung lifeless between his sturdy thighs. The other three watched Gabe’s expression alternate between lust and desperation as he tugged on the useless organ, his fingers digging in ever deeper until he let out a final groan. Instead of the explosive force he was used to, a steady stream took its time oozing out of his soft hose. Pretty face or not, it was clear to everyone that Gabe’s days as the ladies man of the group were over.

The sight of his friend’s leaky faucet cock pushed Wyatt over the edge. Watching Tony turn into a smooth, fake-tanned muscle man was one thing, but Gabe’s alterations were more than he could bear. “Nah… fuck this… I gotta get outta here…” He turned and bolted from the room without another word, forgetting the tattered remains of his jeans still pooled around his ankles. He made it into the hallway before he hit the ground hard enough to knock the breath out of him, preventing his scream when the first vine wrapped around him.

They burst through the worn, wooden floors in rapid succession, worming their way over the tall man and pinning him to the ground. His legs were already cocooned by the time he realized what was happening, and his long arms were pinned to his sides before his friends turned the corner and found him.

“Wyatt! Oh shit! Hold on, man!” Luke’s determined face was the last thing he saw as the vines closed in around his head. He tried to call out, but his cries were muffled by the dense blanket of vegetation that held him in its vice grip. He couldn’t so much as squirm. He could barely breathe. The vines squeezed tighter and tighter over every inch of his long frame until Wyatt felt like he was being compressed into a single point, like a collapsing star or a car at a junkyard. He was still coherent enough to be surprised that it didn’t hurt. Instead of pain, there was only the constant pressure over every inch of him that grew and grew relentlessly. Just as he was starting to wonder if it would ever end, he heard his friends shouting.

“Hold on, man. We’ve almost got you out!”

Tony’s voice sparked what remained of Wyatt’s hope. He started struggling against the grasping vines, feeling them gradually start to lose their grip. His struggling turned into thrashing as the vines fell away and with a final push he forced himself upright from their grip, gasping for breath and looking up at his stunned friends.

“Oh… oh fuck…” Wyatt wheezed. “I didn’t think I was getting out… of…” What little relief he’d felt at his regained freedom quickly fled. From his peripheral vision he could tell that the heaving pecs on his chest were far too large, as were the round, lumpy mounds of his shoulders. The horrified looks on the faces of his friends told him it was worse than he knew. “What—what happened…” he croaked, finally hearing the squeaky pitch to his voice.

“Dude… you’re…” Tony reached down to help Wyatt to his feet, his meaty hand barely closing around the other man’s thickened forearm. “Just take it…uuunnn… easy,” the smooth-skinned man groaned as Wyatt staggered upright, unable to hide the shaking in his voice even through the pleasure he felt at his altered friend’s touch.

“Haha…hahahahahaha…!” Wyatt started laughing hysterically when he found himself standing eye-level with Tony’s smooth, prominent pecs. At 6’4” he should have towered over the other man. Tony was only 5’7” at his tallest, making his current view of the bottom of his friend’s chest an impossibility. “Oh shit, this is insane…” Wyatt’s shrill laughter took on a drunken tone as he stared at his stubby, widened body. He looked as if he’d been squished down, losing over a foot in height but keeping all of his mass. The remains of his t-shirt had shredded off him during the expansion, as had the legs of his boxer briefs. The waist and pouch still held, but a large tear ran down the back between the inflated, granite mounds. Instead of being long and lean, Wyatt was wide and lumpy with muscle. His defined body was gone, replaced by round, bulging pecs, a muscle gut, beefy arms, and short, meaty legs. Based on the outline in his straining briefs, even Wyatt’s long, shapely cock had lost inches in length while almost doubling in width along with his heavy, enlarged balls. He couldn’t see his face, but running his stubby new fingers over it he could feel a broadened forehead, a flattened nose, and an exaggeratedly square jaw.

“We have to get out of here,” Gabe stammered, unable to look away from the pug-faced little brute his friend had become. For some reason, all he could think about was what Wyatt’s fat little fists would feel like working their way inside him. He squirmed in place, shivering as his pillowy cheeks shifted against each other and sent little bursts of pleasure through him.

“How? That thing’s still fuckin’ with us even though we can’t see it!” Tony’s rigid cock pointed directly at Wyatt’s thick new pecs while his panicked eyes darted around the room.

“Then why stay? If it can get us even in here I say we bolt.” Luke started to put a comforting hand on Tony’s shoulder but stopped himself, remembering what happened last time. Still, he had a growing urge to touch his friend again, to hear the lustful moans and watch him writhe in his grip. For a straight guy like Luke the urge was almost as confusing as the physical changes to his friends.

“He’s got a point. What do we have to lose?” Gabe looked down at the shell-shocked Wyatt and put a hand on the shrunken man’s back. “You able to make a break for it?”

“Sure,” Wyatt shrugged. He took a few awkward, waddling steps, his face going pale at how heavy and foreign his own body felt. “None of this is real anyway, right?” There was silence as the other three exchanged a quick, worried look.

“We’ll stay close. No one get too far ahead of anyone else, alright?” Luke gave his altered friends one last nod before creeping down the hall and sticking his head out the front door. There was no sign of any creature, though the fog was thicker than ever. “Ready? Let’s go…”

They trotted off at a slow pace, Luke being the only one who was unencumbered. Tony’s rigid cock bounced wildly while the muscled, orange-skinned man ran, and the jiggling, pumpkin sized globes of Gabe’s inflated rear thew the lean man’s gait off so much he could barely manage a jog. The same went for Wyatt, who was used to loping easily across a basketball court but who could now only stomp and lumber awkwardly forward.

“Guys… do we even… know… where we are…?” Wyatt panted, already out of breath.

“I can’t see a damn thing through this fuckin’ fo-fog,” Gabe stammered back, grateful that his friends couldn’t see the steady trickle oozing from his limp hose. The constant bouncing and shaking of his rear from their jog was pushing him closer to the edge.

“Same,” Tony spat. “This can’t be natural, right? That… thing… is doing this too.”

Luke shivered, breaking out in goosebumps against the cold night air. “We just have to keep going until we…wait…” he squinted off to the right just as the fog broke, revealing the same shattered windows and crumbling front porch of the house they’d just left. “Fuck!”

“Don’t tell me that’s…no no no no no!” Tony stomped his foot and turned away, burying his face in his hands.

“But… we went in a straight line…” Gabe said, turning towards Tony. “We couldn’t have…”

“Uh… guys… guys!” Wyatt pointed a beefy, shrunken arm at the pair of glowing jack-o’-lantern eyes approaching the doorway from inside. The pumpkin-headed creature emerged slowly, appearing to fold in half more than bend as it stepped out of the house and onto the porch.

Watching his three, altered friends seize up with fear was enough for Luke to muster the remains of his courage. The terrified young man drew himself up as tall as he could, puffing out his athletic chest and trying to sound confident. “What do you want from us?! We didn’t do anything! All they did was smash a few pumpkins,” he yelled, motioning to the other three. “You can’t just leave them like this!” The creature on the porch stayed silent, a slight tilting of its round, glowing head the only indication that it heard anything at all. “We’re sorry, okay!? Is that good enough?” Luke shrieked, his courage slipping away in the face of the creature’s relentless stare. “What the fuck do you want?!”

Luke trembled as he listened to the sound of his voice echo down the deserted street. Instead of being swallowed by the fog, his voice seemed to amplify, ringing back over and over again like a skipping record. It warped and twisted a bit more each time, dropping words until all that remained was a wet, garbled “fuck…want…fuck…want…fuck…want…fuck…want…” pounding through his head. He didn’t know anymore if he was actually hearing it with his ears or if the words were forming directly in his brain. The shaggy headed young jock stumbled backwards and turned toward his friends, desperate to escape the creature’s smoldering gaze.

He felt like he’d been punched in the gut as soon as he saw the other three. They were standing there watching him with expectant faces, apparently not hearing the thunderous phrase stampeding through his skull. Their altered bodies hadn’t changed from their current states, but his perception of them certainly had. He gasped, watching trails of fog stream into his mouth and nostrils as he inhaled sharply. It seemed to go on forever, his lungs a vacuum that was intent on sucking up all the swirling mist. Instead of in his torso, he could feel the fog settling in his head, driving out all other thoughts until the most he could manage on his own was a stuttering “want…fuck…”

And want he did. One look at Tony’s firm rod and Luke’s own cock went painfully hard, a damp spot already forming on the front of his jeans, while the sight of Gabe’s impossible cheeks and Wyatt’s lumpy muscles made his mouth water like a starving man at a buffet.

“Luke? Dude? You, uh, you okay,” Wyatt asked, staring at the obvious tent in his friend’s jeans.

“Luke! What’s going on, man? Say something, bro.” Tony took his eyes off the lanky monster on the porch only long enough to shoot a concerned look over at Gabe. Luke had literally torn off his spotted t-shirt and was clawing at his jeans, tearing them open in a frenzy as he stumbled forward. He ripped his briefs to pieces as the denim worked its way down his toned thighs, his throbbing seven inches wagging eagerly when he finally kicked his legs free.

The other three watched their handsome, chiseled friend stagger naked towards them, a crazed look in his eye. The sight of the modest, bookish young man stripping down and pumping away on his exposed cock was almost as difficult to wrap their heads around as their own changes.

“You still in there buddy?” Wyatt asked, looking up at the jock who now towered over him. “Speak to us, man.”

The naked young stud had a pained expression. His brow furrowed and his lips moved without speaking, struggling to form words that would never come. Luke gave his friends a pleading look while he pumped away, knowing that something was wrong but unable to put his finger on exactly what. “Want…fuck…” he finally grunted.

A small puff of fog accompanied the crudely barked words. Tony and Gabe watched the wispy tendrils disappear into Wyatt’s nose, the shrunken man’s eyes going wide and glassy. There was a pause as the beefy little man’s bulging pecs started rising and falling faster, his straining underwear twitching and stretching. Without a word he lunged forward and wrapped his stubby arms around Luke’s trim waist, licking and sucking his way down the naked man’s washboard abs.

Luke let out a loud groan as Wyatt’s widened fingers kneaded his muscular cheeks and the smaller man’s mouth made its way to his oozing rod. He squirmed and gasped in the powerful grip, his thick cock filling his friend’s mouth to capacity. He held Wyatt’s altered head in place, bucking his hips and jamming deeper and deeper into his friend’s eager throat like Wyatt’s new mouth was built for it.

“Guys! What the fuck?!” Gabe yelped, stepping forward to separate his friends. “Tony! Help me out here!”

Luke kept gliding in and out of Wyatt’s mouth while his friends approached. A part of his addled brain was trying to warn him about something, but he couldn’t get his thoughts to gel. All that managed punch through his lustful haze was a brief feeling of unease that was quickly forgotten when Wyatt’s warm tongue wrapped around his aching member.

“Want…fuck…!” he spat, resisting Tony and Gabe’s attempt at separating him from Wyatt’s bobbing head.

Like before, a puff of fog spilled from his mouth, splitting and vanishing into his friends’ stunned faces. There was another pause as Tony and Gabe stared glassy-eyed at each other before erupting into an explosion of limbs. They fell on the ground in a heap, Tony howling ecstatically from the sensation of Gabe’s writhing body on top of his. The lean, bottom heavy man straddled the orange-tinted bodybuilder, trying desperately to impale himself on Tony’s spurting rod while his lifeless cock oozed limply on his friend’s chiseled stomach.

They were oblivious to the creature watching their desperate lust from the porch, its glowing eyes flaring with satisfaction as they were swallowed by the swirling fog.


“Wan…”

“No! Don’t say it!” Gabe clapped his hand over Luke’s mouth before the naked man could finish. He gave his friend a stern but sympathetic smile. “We good if I move my hand?” He waited for Luke’s nod a few long moments later. His friend didn’t process things as fast as he used to. “Okay,” Gabe sighed with relief, dropping his hand. “What’s up?”

Luke nodded pitifully towards his exposed, rigid pole before giving his friend a hungry look. Gabe’s upper half was clad in a thin blue t-shirt that showed off his ripped torso like always, but all the lean young man had on from the waist down was a straining, purple jockstrap. The pouch was filled to capacity by his uselessly long cock and heavy balls, while his impossibly huge cheeks were lifted by the straps in back, the bottom of the shirt resting on them like a shelf. Gabe’s boxer shorts, and most pants in general, had quickly become a thing of the past. Covering his massive globes required custom tailoring, and even then it was far from comfortable.

Gabe reached over and tousled his friend’s shaggy hair. “Sorry bud, you just need to wait a bit longer, okay?”

The other man’s lower lip stuck out in an exaggerated pout as he folded his arms across his sculpted chest.

“I promise!” Gabe laughed. “Tony should be home with a couple guys soon… we just don’t have time right now.” He locked eyes with Luke and rubbed his friend’s shoulder. “You understand me?” There was another pause before Luke’s head bobbed up and down. “Good. I’ll come get you when they’re here, okay?”

Gabe sighed as he watched his disappointed friend trudge away. He’d be lying if he said he also wasn’t a little disappointed. Just thinking about Luke’s long rod slipping inside him made his stomach flutter. Luke’s brain might be running on fumes, but he’d become a genius when it came to sex. He somehow knew exactly what drove another person wild and would eagerly use every inch of his athletic body to make it happen. Topping, bottoming, rimming, blowing; nothing was off the table. As long as it didn’t involve talking or thinking, Luke would do it over, and over, and over.

The familiar stab of guilt hit Gabe with the thought. It was a mix of emotions they’d all become familiar with since Halloween. Luke’s chiseled, athletic body may not have been altered like theirs, but the former bookworm’s changes were by far the most drastic. He could still understand most of what was said to him, but talking was out of the question. Luke only ever said two words anymore, and when he did the consequences could be extreme if someone wasn’t paying attention. It made the rest of them feel slightly better about their own horrifying changes, at least.

They still had no idea what really happened that night. Their memories of it were hazy, and despite repeated attempts, they’d never been able to find the dilapidated neighborhood with the crumbling streets and abandoned houses. Nor could they find any information about the lanky monster with the jack-o’-lantern head. They found plenty of myths and legends surrounding the tradition of carving pumpkins to keep evil spirits away, but nothing like what happened to them. They’d woken up the following morning back in their campus apartment, the twisted bodies from their nightmare coming with them.

Things only grew more confusing when the altered young men discovered that, to the world at large, nothing seemed out of place. Tony’s permanent, fake orange tan, smooth skin, and newly defined muscles were treated just as casually as his hyper sensitive skin and sudden interest in men. It was the same for all of them. Everyone treated Wyatt like he’d always been a short ball of beef who loved having a dick in his mouth, and as far as the world was concerned, Gabe had never been anything but a limp-dicked pretty boy who loved having his twerk queen’s ass eaten out. They’d never been athletes or ladies’ men, but always freaks and oddities.

Even Luke’s dumbing down and effect on others was seen more as a parlor trick than a terrifying impossibility. Their former peers and teammates now used the dazed stud to prank each other, sending him into a locker room or rival frat house and leaving the place full of glassy eyed zombies fucking each other’s brains out. The effect only lasted a few hours, but no one seemed to notice the mark it left afterwards as even the straightest of jocks suddenly found themselves a bit more interested in their fellow man from then on. Like the guys Tony was currently bringing home, it wasn’t uncommon for former prank victims to seek Luke out so they could be put under his sway with each other again. For the right price, the group was happy to oblige. It was getting to the point where Luke was now being hired out for more private parties than pranks. He may not have been attending class anymore, but the handsome young stud was still a valued part of campus.

It was an adjustment, but over time they were all more or less settling into their new lives. Tony had been humiliated at walking around looking like a castaway from the Jersey shore with his constantly pumped muscles and ridiculous orange tan, but he’d grown to enjoy wearing nothing but his tiny shorts and baggy muscle shirts, to say nothing of the explosive intensity that had become his sex life. Instead of being embarrassed by his entire body acting as a g-spot, he was addicted to it.

Gabe was less thrilled by his new arrangement, but he was gradually coming around. He was still mortified at how his massive rear looked hanging off his otherwise whipcord frame, but he couldn’t deny the pleasure it brought him. It made the lifeless cock between his legs an afterthought. Having a man’s face buried between his fleshy mountains felt better than any blowjob he’d ever received, and having a dick inside him was infinitely preferable to being inside someone else. He could still call himself a stud; it was just the technical details that had changed.

Wyatt, on the other hand, surprised everyone by how quickly he embraced his new lot in life. The formerly lanky man seemed to love being the shortest guy in the room for a change. He lived for the sensation of other men towering over him and how it felt to be small, even with his burly muscle. He’d never been the most arrogant, but no one expected the former giant to embrace humiliation as much as he had. If it involved debasing himself in any way, it got him off. The more embarrassing, the better. He even came to view his altered features as a turn on, feeling an extra thrill at being the ugliest guy in the room as well as the shortest. Nothing made him happier than to have his rough, bulldog face buried between a gorgeous man’s legs.

“Gabe? Wyatt? We’re here.”

The sound of Tony’s voice snapped Gabe out of his reverie. He sauntered into the living room to find a trio of jocks from the university hockey team standing awkwardly behind a shirtless Tony. The buff man’s black, nylon shorts split up his muscular quads and left nothing to the imagination, not even the fat, semi-hard cock bobbing in front.

“Gang’s all here,” Gabe said, smiling at their changing expressions as their eyes traveled down his lean torso to his plump, exposed rear. Even the straightest guy seemed to love Gabe’s clapping cheeks, which he regularly took advantage of. “So you’ve all been through this before?”

The blonde on the right blushed and nodded. “Yeah… we… I mean, one of the other guys thought it would be funny after practice. One minute I’m in the shower and the next thing I know I’ve got Derek and Mike up my…” he trailed off as he looked over at his friends, all of them going crimson.

“Say no more,” Gabe nodded. “We’ve all been there. The only reason I ask is in case you want to strip down first. Things can get intense quick, and that doesn’t always end well for your clothes.”

“Oh! Good point,” the blonde stammered. Gabe watched them all hesitantly strip down, a part of him still reeling from what his life had become as he mentally noted which of the already-hard cocks would feel best inside him. He let the beefy trio squirm for a bit longer, loving the awkwardness as they stood naked and hard in front of each other, embarrassed but eager at the same time.

“All right then. Wyatt,” he called into the other room, “bring Luke in.” There was a noticeable tension as the trio watched the handsome, naked stud approach, led in by a short, stocky slab of beef. “Everyone ready?” They all nodded quickly and looked to Luke. The shaggy-headed man grinned from ear to ear, already grabbing his aching rod in front of everyone as his mouth opened.

“Want…”

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