Bored out of my mind.

Without warning, a sharp CRACK echoed through the gorge. The brittle wooden bridge snapped clean in half under their weight. With a collective gasp, both boys plummeted directly into the freezing, deep water below.

The shock of the icy current knocked the breath from their lungs. Gasping and shivering violently, they struggled against the flow, their heavy, waterlogged clothes dragging them down. Adrenaline surging, they fought their way toward the riverbank, dragging themselves out of the water and collapsing onto the muddy shore, completely drenched and gasping for air. Realizing they couldn't hike back in freezing, wet clothes, they decided to set up emergency camp right there in a small, sheltered clearing away from the water.

Between two large trees, they strung up a makeshift clothesline and hung their wet jeans, jackets, and shirts to dry. Stripped down to just their underwear, they built a roaring campfire, sitting close to the flames on damp logs, desperately trying to stop their violent shivering.

As the heat washed over them, Mike looked up at Steve and froze. His eyes widened in absolute bewilderment.

"Steve... dude, what is that on your face?" Mike pointed a trembling finger at his friend's jaw.

Where Steve’s skin had been completely smooth just minutes ago, a thick, dark stubble was rapidly breaking through his skin. Down on his chest, fine, dark hairs were sprouting and multiplying right before their eyes.

Startled, Steve gasped, "What are you talking about?" He quickly raised his hands, his fingers brushing against his face. His jaw dropped as his palms scraped against the rough, coarse texture of a freshly growing beard.

"No way..." Steve whispered, but as he stared back at Mike, his voice caught in his throat. "Mike... look at yourself!"

Now it was Steve’s turn to point. Mike looked down at his own chest. His heart hammered against his ribs as he watched dark, thick curls of hair rapidly spreading across his sternum and down toward his stomach. A heavy shadow of stubble was darkening his own jawline, itching with an unnatural, magical warmth. They stared at each other in sheer disbelief, terrified yet strangely mesmerized by the inexplicable phenomenon overtaking them.

Driven by a sudden, internal surge of heat, both boys stood up from their logs. They watched in absolute awe as their bodies began to violently reshape.

The thin, frail frames they had known their entire lives were stretching and expanding. Beneath their skin, thick, powerful muscles began to ripple and carve themselves out. Mike’s chest swelled outward, his biceps bulging into thick knots of power, while his abdominal wall hardened into a chiseled, rock-solid core. Steve underwent the exact same explosive growth, his shoulders broadened significantly, his back widening into a thick V-shape, and his thighs thickening like tree trunks.

"Steve... look at us," Mike growled out. The words felt incredibly heavy, a deep and rumbling vibration that shook his own ribcage. "My voice... what is happening to my voice?"

Steve looked up, his eyes widening as he heard the sudden change, and tried to speak a reassurance. But as he opened his mouth, his own voice cracked and plunged down a full octave, settling into a thick, guttural baritone that practically vibrated the air between them.

"I don't know, man," Steve rasped, his new booming tone echoing off the surrounding trees like a low thunderclaps. "We sound like... Look at your chest, Mike. We're turning into giants."

The vocal shift was profound; their words now carried a heavy, roaring resonance that felt entirely primal, matching the immense physical power of their newly transformed frames.

But the transformation didn't stop. The strange, magical force pulsing through their veins grew even more profound, pushing far past mere athletic fitness and into a territory of raw, massive bulk. Their bodies began to expand with an unstoppable density, their skeletal frames widening to support an immense weight of solid power.

Mike watched in sheer fascination as his waist thickened and his torso widened, taking on a very robust, stocky, and powerfully thick-set shape. Beside him, Steve’s neck surged in size, blending into massive traps that sloped down to shoulders now as wide as a barn door. Every inch of their previously lanky frames was being filled out with heavy, dense mass. Their chest muscles swelled so immensely that they formed deep, shadowed clefts down the middle, while their abs packed into thick, blocky slabs of armor.

This explosive growth put an incredible strain on the only clothing they had left. The flimsy fabric of their underwear was forced to stretch to its absolute physical limits, the seams groaning as the material became incredibly tight and strained against their newly thickened, tree-trunk thighs.

As their bodies changed into giant muscle bears, the primal surge of testosterone triggered an intense, physical awakening below the waist. Right before their eyes, their male organs began to expand and thicken rapidly, filling out with heavy, throbbing heat. The fabric stretched painfully taut across their crotches, unable to conceal the heavy, prominent, and massively enlarged bulges that now pushed hard against the strained material, proudly marking the completion of their transition into ultimate, dominant manhood.

Concurrently, a dense, primal coat of dark, natural body hair completely carpeted their bodies, covering their massive chests, thick bellies, heavy arms, and powerful legs in a rich, masculine fur. Their facial features hardened; jaws became wider, browlines more dominant, and their newly formed, full beards grew thick and rugged. In a matter of minutes, the two scrawny college boys had completely vanished. In their place stood two massive, imposing muscle bears.

They stood close to each other by the roaring fire, breathing heavily, overwhelmed by the intoxicating aroma of musk, woodsmoke, and raw testosterone. The shock of the transformation slowly melted away, replaced by an intense, heavy wave of erotic attraction that pulsed between them. They had never looked at each other this way before, but now, seeing the raw, hyper-masculine perfection of the other, desire completely took over.

Mike reached out, his thick, hairy hand trembling slightly as his fingers brushed against the massive, hard contours of Steve’s newly grown chest. He traced the deep groove of his pectorals, amazed by the sheer density of the muscle beneath the thick fur. Mike let out a low, guttural growl of approval, stepping even closer until their massive chests brushed together. Steve raised his own heavy, muscular arms, wrapping his hands around Mikes thick biceps, squeezing the rock-solid mass with a brilliant, breathless smile.

The unbearable erotic tension that had been building between the two newly transformed giants finally snapped like the dry twigs beneath their bare feet. Driven by a pure, primal instinct that bypassed all logic, Mike stepped completely into Steve’s personal space. The heat radiating between their heavy frames was intoxicating. Mike leaned in, his gaze locked onto Steve's lips, and captured them in a fierce, passionate kiss that instantly set their desires ablaze. The scratch of their newly grown, thick beards meshing together added a rough, intensely masculine texture to the embrace, sending a jolt of pure adrenaline straight to their cores.

Steve didn't hesitate for a single second. The last remnants of his old, hesitant college self vanished completely, replaced by the confident hunger of a massive muscle bear. He eagerly and aggressively returned the embrace. Opening his mouth to deepen the kiss, he wrapped his newly powerful, fur-covered arms around Mike’s thick, solid waist. His large hands gripped the heavy muscles of Mike's lower back, digging into the dense, warm flesh.

With a low, guttural groan that rumbled from deep within his chest, Steve pulled their massive, hairy bodies tightly together. The impact was electric; their immensely swollen chests crushed against one another, and their heavy, strained crotches pressed hard together, the friction of their prominent bulges sending a wave of intense heat through their underwear. They lost themselves entirely in the raw sensuality of the moment—enveloped by the roaring heat of the campfire, the musk of their heavy sweat, and the overwhelming, intoxicating reality of their new, ultimate masculinity.

...

It was the night I had signed up for. I sat near the back because I always did. Close enough to belong. Far enough to watch.

Finch prayed loud about guarding our sons and daughters in the name of the Lord.

As you may know, June is used by the world to celebrate sin. But here in ███████, we know better. We know that sin is a lie, a trap, a poison. We know that God made us in His image, and that means we are meant to be pure, to be chaste, to be faithful.

He paused, and looked around the room.

Lucifer was punished for his pride. He wanted to be like God, to be above God. He thought he could do better than the Lord. But he was wrong. He was cast down to the lowest depths of hell, and he will never rise again.

I could see everyone agreeing to his sermon. Finch continued.

So we gather here tonight to crush pride. To crush the lie that we can be anything other than what God made us to be. We gather here to pray for our brothers and sisters who are struggling with temptation, who are fighting against the darkness in their hearts. We gather here to support each other, to hold each other accountable, and to remind each other of the truth...

The lights flickered once.

... That pride is a sin, not a celebration. That we must not let the world corrupt us, but instead we must stand firm in our faith and our values. For that is the only way to be truly free.

Everyone clapped. The room was filled with the sound of every man in the church slapping their hands together, some louder than others, but all in agreement.

Finch smiled like he'd won something. His mouth opened for a benediction.

"A-"

But nothing came out.

Suddenly, the air in the church felt heavier - hotter. The lights flickered again, but this time more violently.

Then, a voice echoed through the room. It wasn't coming from Finch's mouth, nor the speakers. It was like everywhere and nowhere at once. A deep voice, smooth and commanding, that made every man in the room stop breathing.

"Amen", it said.

The pastor's eyes widened. He looked around, trying to find the source of the voice, but it was impossible. He tried asking who said that but no one in front of my view had done it.

"Hello, my dear brothers", the voice proceeded to say. I could hear it like it was right next to even though there was no one there.

Finch's face went pale. "The devil... he's trying to tempt us. He's trying to distract us from our prayers. Don't listen to him!", he said trying to sound brave. "In the name of the Lord, I order you to leave this place demon!"

"It will take more than that to get rid of me, pastor", the voice said. It sounded amused. "You think you can just say a few words and I'll go away? I was just getting started."

"Who are you? What do you want?" Finch asked while visibly shaking.

"Who am I? But you just told them about me, pastor. About how I fell. About how my pride ruined me." The voice said mockingly.

"Lucifer... impossible!" Finch shouted.

Some might call me that, but I prefer to think of myself as a... consultant - a guide if you must. You see, I know all about everyone in this room, pastor. I know your secrets, your sins, your lies. I know the truth about each and every single one of you.

I didn't believe it at first. I didn't want to believe it. I didn't even believe in God, let alone the devil. But what was happening in front of my eyes was undeniable.

I don't usually interfere directly boys, but I couldn't resist tonight. So sorry about that.

"Leave at once demon!" Finch retorted, but the voice just laughed again.

I'm no demon, pastor. If anything, we should be calling ALL of you that. You see, I was so pleased with your sermon, pastor. So proud of you for standing up to the world and preaching the truth. I wanted to reward you for that. So I thought, why not give you a little... demonstration? A little taste of what happens when you let PRIDE take over?

He continued.

ALL of you in this room are sinners. ALL of you have secrets. ALL of you have things you're ashamed of. And ALL of you have been pretending to be something you're not. You think you're better than me, pastor? You're not. You're just as corrupt, just as broken, just as lost as I am.

The voice went on, picking through the men in the room one by one:

"Pastor Finch", the voice said, and I could see the colour drain from his face.

You preach so righteously against sin and pride, yet you’ve been sneaking your secretary into the rectory after hours, spreading her legs and unloading into her like a common sinner. Some man of God you are.

Finch's face went white. "That's a lie."

It isn't, and we both know that.

The atmosphere was getting tenser. I could feel the air getting hotter, it was starting to feel like a men's locker room after practice.

"Jimmy Voss", the voice said.

You bullied Cole in school, didn't you? You made his life miserable. You thought you were better than him. You thought you were the king of the school. If that's not PRIDE, I don't know what is.

"Shut up!" - Jimmy said, but I knew that was true. He made my life miserable in school. He was the one who called me a faggot in the hallways. He was the one that made me feel like I didn't belong back then. And now, here he was, being called out by this entity in front of everyone.

The voice kept going, unhurried, picking through all the men in front of me. Deacon Reyes, who tithed with one hand and skimmed the youth fund with the other. Old man Hargrove, who'd been seeing his neighbour's wife since her husband started working night shift. The Martinez brothers, who shared a woman every other weekend and never told their wives...

Finch tried to speak. "In the name of-"

"No. In my name-" the voice interrupted.

In my name, pastor, I order you to stop living a lie. I order you to live the lives you are so ashamed of. Feel what's like living in other people's shoes for once. I order you to be PROUD of who you are, no matter how sinful you think it is. I order you to embrace yourselves, to stop hiding, to stop pretending. I order you to be honest for once in your lives. I order you to be FREE.

Then, the lights turned off completely and when they came back on, the voice was gone.

...

What the fuck was all that?

No one said anything for a moment. A bit awkward to talk after everyone's deepest secrets had been exposed in front of the whole church. Not like I didn't know most of them already, but still...

Jimmy Voss was the first to break the silence. He looked around, trying to find the source of the voice, but it was impossible. "What the hell was that?" He sounded scared, but also angry. Like he wanted to be mad at someone for what just happened, but didn't know who to blame.

Finch was out of words. Reluctantly, he raised his Bible again.

Brothers. We are not shaken. We are not-

But Jimmy made a sound that cut him off. A loud groan, like he was in pain. He bent over, hands on his knees, and I could see his face go red. His eyes rolled back in his head. He looked up at the ceiling, and then down at his pants. His eyes were black? No, in fact his sunburnt skin was turning a deep brown right before our eyes. He was growing in the middle of the aisle.

"James?" Finch said.

"I..." Jimmy rubbed himself through his pants without shame. "God. This feels good..."

Sit down. Sit down right now. James. In the name of the Lord-

"Don't even try it, pastor.", the same voice from before said, but now coming from Jimmy's mouth.

Jimmy Voss, it's time to be PROUD of yourself, you big, strong, bisexual king.

Two deacons moved to grab him, but as they got close, they both froze. Deacon Reyes's body betrayed him. I could hear his bones cracking as he bent over, groaning and moaning as his body started growing and his brown skin lightened to a golden tan. The second deacon, white as flour, went the other way. Brown flooded his arms, his nose broadened, and his hips thickened. He tore his zip down and exposed himself, nothing like the man he'd been in the mirror that morning.

"What's happening?" Finch shouted.

This is a trick! This is a lie! This is-

But he was interrupted again by the Martinez brothers, sitting in the front right next to him. Though their skin tone did not change, their bodies also thickened fast until they looked like 2 identical Latino studs. They started groping each other, moaning and touching themselves in front of Finch.

The whole church was in chaos now. People were getting up, trying to run, trying to fight, but it was no use. Finch was getting desperate.

In the name of the Lord, I command you to stop! I command you to leave this place! I command you to stop corrupting my flock!

He made the sign of the cross.

I renounce th-

But he couldn't finish.

His voice cracked as his body started betraying him too. Like the others, he started growing, his old age melting away as his biceps torn through his clothes.

...

I had to get out of there.

I couldn't stay and watch whatever the hell this was happening to all these people I knew, so I ran.

Miraculously, my body didn't start changing. I didn't know why, but I wasn't about to question it. I just ran out the back door and into the street, trying to get as far away from the church as possible.

And so, I ended up in the closest place that was still open nearby - the town's only gas station. I needed to talk to someone. Maybe Joe could help me. He was a nice guy, he'd probably believe me.

I entered the gas station, but it was empty. Or so I thought. I heard a noise coming from the back room. I walked in, and there was Joe (well at least I thought that was him, he looked more Asian now), the owner, hunched over, his pants around his ankles, moaning like he was in ecstasy while a man I didn't recognize was fucking him from behind.

Fuck. Not here too. What do I do now?

That was the moment I realized this was bigger than just the church. This was probably happening all over town. I had to get help. I had to call someone who could do something about this.

Too focused on the situation, I didn't notice how the 2 men in front of me were staring at me with hungry eyes. I had to get out of there before they decided I was next. So I ran out of the station without even looking back. The closest place I could think of was my own hardware store. I needed to get my phone and call someone. I needed to get help.

There was this number I had seen on one of those ads on the radio before. AEGIS. They were supposedly some kind of agency that dealt with emergencies, and got famous for their handling of the Asian Flu around the world. I didn't really believe in that stuff, but at this point, I was desperate. I needed to call someone who could help me.

Back at my store, I locked the doors behind me and went to the back office. I grabbed my phone and dialled the number I recalled from the ads: 1-800-AEGIS. Thankfully, they picked up instantly.

Woman: Hello, thank you for calling our support line. What's your emergency? Me: Please help me. Something's possessing the men in my town. I'm going crazy. I don't know what to do. Woman: Can you please state your name and location for the record? Me: My name is Cole. I'm at the hardware store on ███████. Please, you have to help me. Woman: Give me just a moment, Cole" she said. A tired man's voice with a slight accent came on the line. Morrow: Cole. This is Agent Morrow. I need you to stay calm and tell me exactly what happened.

I told him everything. From the sermon at the church, to the voice, to the transformations, to the gas station. I was shaking by the end of it, but I needed to get it all out.

Morrow: Understood, Cole. I know this is a lot to take in, but I need you to listen to me very carefully. We are aware of the situation in ███████ and we are sending a team to your location right now. I need you to stay inside and lock your doors. Do not engage with anyone outside. Do you understand me, Cole? Me: Okay, but what do I do if-

*beep beep beep*

The line went dead. I tried calling back, but it just rang and rang without anyone picking up.

Great. Just what I needed. I was on my own until they got here. I sat in the back office for a while, trying to calm down and think of a plan. I didn't know how long it would take for them to get here, but I knew I couldn't just sit there and wait. I needed to do something.

Owning a hardware store had its perks. I had access to all kinds of tools and supplies that could help me defend myself if I needed to. I started barricading the windows with shelves and tables, and I grabbed a few things that could be used as weapons just in case. I wasn't sure what I was going to do if any of those possessed demons showed up at my door, but I was determined to protect myself and my store.

...

At two in the morning, there was a knock at the door.

I didn't know who it was, but I knew it couldn't be good. I slowly made my way to the door, trying to stay as quiet as possible.

Cole. Cole, open up. I ain't feeling right.

I pressed my eye to the peephole and stopped breathing. I could see Trevor outside, or at least I thought that was him. He was the last person I expected to see, especially in this state. Trevor worked for me during the weekends mostly. He was standing in front of my door in basketball shorts and nothing else. Instead of his usual pale skinny frame, I could see a sweaty mess of muscle, covered in a golden hue.

Please, man. I need your help. I don't know what's happening to me. I can't control it.

No way I was gonna open that door.

Boss... I ain't like th... I never...

He then proceeded to lose himself on my welcome mat. I could smell his musk through the door. I closed my eyes, trying to think of something else besides the sexual image of a latino Trevor jacking off on my porch, but it was hard.

After a while of going at it in front of me, his eyes rolled back and he came, spraying his load all over my welcome mat. Fuck... it was kinda hot to think about it.

When his eyes opened again, they were black. He looked at me through the peephole, and smiled.

You like that, Cole? You like the smell of my cum on your mat? You like knowing that I'm out here, jerking off for you, while you hide inside like a little bitch? Keep pretending, Cole. See how long that lasts.

That was the last thing he said before he walked away. I stood there for a moment, trying to process what just happened. I was shaking. I didn't know what to do. What if the other possessed people were going to come after me next.

I didn't sleep well that night. There was no bed in my store, so I had to improvise. That, and I was also scared to death of someone getting inside the store while I was asleep.

...

Still, I woke up the next morning to silence. Had it all been a nightmare? I turned on the radio, but there was only static.

Outside, ███████ was quiet. Too quiet. I looked out the window and saw that the streets were empty. I checked the front door. Trevor's cum was still there, dried and crusty on floor. So it hadn't been a dream. I stayed inside, trying to keep myself busy. But it was hard. My balls were kinda heavy, it had been a while since I had jacked off and this whole ordeal had made me horny against my will.

Suddenly though, I heard knocking at the door again. This couldn't be good... so I slowly made my way to the door, trying to stay as quiet as possible.

So many of them were outside... Trevor, Voss, Pastor Finch, the Martinez brothers, and a few others I didn't recognize. All standing there, looking at me through the peephole with hungry eyes. I could see their cocks straining against their pants, and I knew they were all hard.

What was I supposed to do now? I couldn't let them in, but I also couldn't just sit here and wait for them to break in. I needed to think of a plan, but my mind was blank. I was too scared to even move.

Then, my radio came to life:

Morning, Cole. Sleep well after you called your new friends?

How do you know that!?

I know everything about you, Cole. I know what you want. I know what you need. And I know that you're going to let them in, aren't you?

"I'm not listening to you." I yanked the radio cord out of the wall. The voice kept talking.

You thought that would work? Bahaha, nice try, but you can't escape me. I'm just trying to help you, Cole. And have some fun while we're at it. You know, I think you might be the best one yet. This town is sure lucky to have you.

Shut up! I don't want to hear from you any more! Leave me alone! I just want to be normal! I just want things to go back to normal! Why are you doing this!?

Normal? But Cole, you were never normal around here, were you? You think I don't know your secret? You were always the one who was different. And now, I'm giving you the chance to just be yourself. To embrace who you really are. You should be PROUD of yourself, Cole.

"WHO ARE YOU!?" I shouted, my voice echoing through the empty store. "What do you want from me?"

Maybe I owe you an explanation. You see, Cole, I'm not really the devil or whatever you folks believe in. It would be too hard to explain, but let's just say that the energy coming from this place was just too much for me to resist. I couldn't help myself. I had to get involved. And now, here we are. Just you and me, Cole.

Please, just leave me alone... I don't want to be a part of this. I don't want to be a part of any of this. I'm not a bad person like most of them. I'm not like them... Just leave me alone!

"Not like them?" it said, almost gentle. "Baby, you're the only one who was ever like them at all."

I still had no idea what the voice was talking about.

What was I supposed to do? I was just trying to survive! I just wanted to be like everyone else! I didn't want to be different! I didn't want to be a target!

You're the biggest sinner in this town, you know that? All these men you see - they cheated, they stole, they fucked around. But you? You sat there nodding while they condemned people like you. You never disagreed. You just sat there, pretending to be one of them. Look at them now, Cole. You don't have to pretend anymore. You can finally be yourself. You can finally be FREE.

I pressed my eye to the peephole again. Jimmy stood at the front of the pack, his cock still hard in his pants. He wasn't trying to break the door down. Well, none of them were. They were just waiting.

Then, in the back of my sight, I saw movement. Black SUVs rolled down the street, and stopped in front of my store. I thought I was saved. But then I saw them setting up shop and standing back, just watching.

"They're not here for you", the voice said. "They couldn't care less about a random closeted man in the middle of nowhere, you know. Let's hurry up then, we don't have much time left 😈"

As the voice said that, heat hit my chest. My shirt pulled tight across pecs that hadn't been there 5 minutes ago. I looked down and watched my nipples push hard against the cotton. My arms felt heavy...

No... Not me. I'm not like them. I don't agree with-

Just admit it, Cole. You are the biggest hypocrite in this town. Living a lie for more than 30 years.

My khakis were tented bad. The head of my cock pushed against the zip, thicker than it had any right to be. I slapped a hand over it, but it throbbed back and a wet spot spread fast.

Through the peephole, Jimmy stepped closer. Close enough that I could smell his musk through the door.

"Come out, bro" - he said.

My thighs swelled inside the pants. My ass felt heavier, rounder, like it had been waiting years for someone to grab it. I stumbled back from the door and hit the counter, breathing hard.

"Just say the truth, Cole. Say it and I promise I'll let you keep some of your personality", the voice said again.

"I'm not-" But my hand went down my pants without permission, stroking slow. Every pump made my head fuzzier. "I'm not... I go to church. I'm normal."

My shirt ripped at the shoulders. I looked down at a chest splitting with muscle, abs carving in under my skin. I still looked like me. Just bigger. Sweatier. Dumber. My cock hung fat and veiny past the open fly, leaking down my thigh like a faucet I couldn't shut off.

"I'm gay..." I said so low I barely heard myself.

"Finally coming out of the closet, huh?" the voice said.

Jimmy's fist hit the door three times. "Louder."

I was crying now. I didn't want to say it. I didn't want to admit it. But I couldn't stop myself. The voice was right. I was a hypocrite. I had been living a lie for so long, and now it was all coming out at once.

My hand was still down my pants, stroking my now big fat white cock like it was the only thing keeping me sane. I couldn't stop. I didn't want to stop. It felt too good. It felt like I was finally being honest with myself for the first time in my life.

And so, with one last pump, I shouted it...

I'M GAY!

My cock exploded as I said it. The heat and pleasure went through my whole body. I felt like I was on fire, but in the best way possible. My biceps doubled in size, while my pecs grew into 2 slabs of perfect round squishy muscle. My cock thickened another inch, heavy and proud, and my brain went quiet in the best way. No more worrying what other people thought. No more pretending to be something I wasn't. Time to be PROUD of who I am.

"Fuck yeah. I'm gay." I said dumbly.

Finally cumming to your senses, huh? I must say, I enjoyed this little show, but I must leave you now, lest I let these lower-dimensional beings get too close to me. Be PROUD of yourself, just like everyone else is now.

And with that, the voice was gone. The heat started to fade, but the changes stayed. I was still dripping with cum. I looked at myself in the mirror behind the counter and barely recognized the person staring back at me.

A dopey grin spread across my face without me choosing it. I walked to the door barefoot ass naked and unlocked it. The morning air hit my skin and I laughed. It felt... good.

They all looked at me when I stepped out.

Jimmy Jamal first, with his now dark skin and thick arms. "Took you long enough, bro. I was starting to think you were gonna be the only one left out."

At that moment, I didn't think. I didn't hesitate walking straight into him. I didn't care that he used to bully me for being gay. All I cared about was that I was finally free. That I could be myself without fear of judgement. That I could finally be proud of who I am.

He grabbed the back of my neck and kissed me hard, tongue shoving in while his thick fingers found my ass and pushed two inside without asking. I moaned into his mouth like a bitch in heat. My fat cock rubbed against his abs, leaking all over both of us.

"Fuck... you're tight", he growled.

He spun me around and bent me over the hood of my own truck. I caught a glimpse of the black SUVs packing up and driving away, but I didn't care. I was proud of who I was now.

Jamal shoved in one long thrust and I saw stars. My white ass stretched around his dark meat while other men watched. Every pound made my head emptier and happier.

"Fuck me", I slurred. "Please... fuck me harder."

Jamal laughed against my neck and gave me what I asked for. My cock swung untouched beneath me, smearing pre on the bumper. I was proud of being a dumb, cock-hungry white faggot in this town, and I wanted to show it off.

He came fast inside me, filling me up with his hot, thick load. It filled me up so much that it leaked around his shaft and ran down my thighs. I was so full that I couldn't even move, just standing there bent over the hood, moaning and panting like a dog in heat.

Fuckin'... best day ever

Jamal slapped my ass and pulled out slow.

You like that, bro? You like being filled up with my cum and being my little bitch?

I stood up on shaky legs and wiped some cum off my cheek with two fingers. Sucked them clean without shame. Best day ever indeed...

...

The black SUVs never came back. Many changes happened in the town over the next few days.

I don't remember if there had been any women in the town before, but ███████ was proudly a town of only men now. Pride month became a month-long yearly tradition for us. The local church was turned into a gym, and Pastor Finch became the town's personal trainer. Men frequent that gym religiously now.

Me? I still own the hardware store, but lately I've been having a lot of success fixing people's pipes. Guys around here have been having a lot of problems with their plumbing lately, and I guess they just trust me to get the job done. I don't know if it's because I'm the only one who can do it, or if it's because they love to look at me before laying pipe. Anyway, business has been booming and I couldn't be happier.

Happy Pride dudes

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The following is a narrative reconstruction based on post-containment recovered memories and surveillance footage, may contain graphic content.

It began with a single tap on Grindr.

Leo (22, pale, skinny, light brown hair, blue eyes) lay shirtless on his bed, ceiling fan doing nothing against the summer heat. Thumb scrolled past the usual torsos until one stopped him cold: eight perfectly cut brown abs glistening like they'd just been oiled, a thick happy trail disappearing beneath the frame. No face. Only the profile name "K", not too far away.

Curiosity piqued his interest, for better or worse. He tapped the profile, his boner stiffening as the flame icon lit up.

Immediately after, a message popped up.

The straightforwardness of the messages was not really surprising to Leo, given the nature of the app. Curious, he tapped on the expiring photo and was greeted with a close-up of one of the biggest, most delicious-looking dicks he had ever seen. Thick, long, and veiny - just how he liked them. The sight of it made his mouth water...

He was even harder now. As if on cue, another message popped up.

K: so?

Although a bit scared from the size of that thing, Leo felt a bit of adrenaline and excitement. He had always fantasized about what one of those hung cocks he'd always see on his Twitter feed would feel like inside of him, and this was his chance. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, and mustered up the courage to reply.

Leo: OK let's do it

Immediately after sending the message, he got a reply.

K: good boy

He didn't even have time to second-guess himself, he'd got so fucking hard from the messages and the photo that his other head was doing all the thinking for him. Quickly, he threw on some clothes, not even bothering to put on underwear, just a pair of shorts and a thin white tank top. He grabbed his keys and phone, and headed out of his place.

He was so excited that he didn't even remember to ask for the other man's address. Suddenly, a message popped up on his phone. It was the man's location, just a block away, and a simple instruction: "floor 5, last door on the right." He was already halfway there by the time he realised it.

After what felt like a quick walk, he made his way to the building. The lobby was empty, devoid of any other people thankfully, and so he took the lift to the fifth floor. A cute jingle accompanied him as the doors opened, and he stepped out into the hallway. The walls were dully painted, the carpet was a bit worn, and the lighting was dim. It looked normal, nothing fancy, nothing sketchy. But he couldn't shake the feeling that something was off.

It all started with the smell. He turned the corner at the end of the hallway, and that's when it hit him... There was something in the air. It was thick, but not unpleasant, hard to describe but definitely not something he had ever smelled before. Some would call it musky, or sweaty, or even a little bit like cum, maybe a mix of all three. It was a bit overwhelming, but it also made his dick throb involuntarily. He followed the scent, which grew stronger with every step, until he reached the last door on the right.

Suddenly, the door opened, and a large, muscular figure filled the doorway. The man was completely naked, except for a white towel hanging low on his hips, revealing a glimpse of his bulge right there. He was built like a god, with broad shoulders, a big pillowy chest, and huge arms that looked like they could crush Leo with ease. His skin was a deep, rich brown, still a bit wet from the shower he had just taken. The sight of it all made Leo's mouth water even more. The man looked very serious, maybe even a bit displeased, or maybe just focused on something else.

He immediately said: "Took you long enough, white boy. Come in."

Leo hesitated for a moment, too distracted by what he could see in front of him, saying: "I-I'm sorry, I-I wasn't expecting you to be at the door, l-like you s-said the door was o-open..."

The man didn't even look at him, just waved him inside with a lazy hand gesture. Leo stepped in, closing the door behind him, and the man finally looked at him, his dark eyes piercing into Leo's soul. He had a thick, well-groomed beard and a strong jawline that made him look even more intimidating. The man was silent for a moment, just staring at Leo, and then he finally spoke again, his voice low and commanding: "Close the door."

Leo obeyed. The second the latch clicked, a hand the size of a dinner plate closed around his throat and slammed him back against the wall. The stranger's left arm rose. A forest of thick, dripping black pit hair appeared inches from Leo's face. Then it was on him.

The smell blew his mind away, making his cock leak instantly. How could it smell like this if the guy had just taken a shower? The stud flexed his arm, trapping Leo's entire face in the wet crevice. Coarse hair scraped his cheeks. Sweat poured into his mouth. He inhaled until his lungs burned and his eyes watered.

Time started to blur.

The pit musk flooded Leo's senses like a drug, thick and intoxicating. Every breath pulled more of its salty, spicy musk in. His head swam. His tiny cock strained painfully against the thin fabric of his shorts, already leaking a wet spot that spread fast.

The big man didn't speak. He just pressed harder, grinding the soaked hollow of his armpit over Leo's nose and mouth until Leo was breathing air through his forest of wiry hairs. Sweat dripped steadily onto his tongue. He swallowed without thinking, unaware of what was to come.

K finally pulled back. Leo gasped, dazed, strings of spit and sweat connecting his lips to the dark skin. "Strip", K said with authority. There was no room for disobedience with him. Leo's hands moved on autopilot. His tank top peeled off, sticking to his damp skin. Then, his shorts dropped. There was no underwear, just his small pale dick bobbing free, already glistening at the tip. He felt tiny next to the man towering over him.

K's towel fell away. The cock Leo had seen in the photo swung heavy between thick thighs. Darker than the rest of him, it looked even bigger in person, with bulging veins and foreskin half-retracted over a blunt dripping head. Leo's hole clenched instinctively.

"On your knees, white boy."

Leo dropped. The carpet burned his skin. K stepped forward, gripping the base of his shaft and slapping it once, then twice against Leo's cheek. Pre-cum smeared against his lips.

"Open."

And Leo did. K fed the head in slowly. The taste of it salty and bitter, musky in the same way the pit had been. Leo moaned around it, tongue swirling desperately. K didn't thrust yet. He just held Leo's head still and let him do all the work of worshipping him. Minutes passed like that. Leo's jaw hurt. His throat burned from trying to take more. Saliva ran down his chin, dripping onto his chest. Something felt... off.

The big Indian man finally moved. With each thrust, he went deeper. Leo gagged, crying from the pain, but he didn't pull away. How could he? He wanted more. K pulled out abruptly. A thick rope of spit connected Leo's mouth to the glistening cock. K hauled him up by the arm like he weighed nothing and shoved him toward the bedroom.

"Bed. Ass up."

Leo scrambled submissively onto the mattress. His heart hammered. The room smelled even stronger here, but Leo just felt his mind go numb. The large Indian man climbed behind him, his knees sinking into the mattress. Then, he felt it. Something hot and slimy, on his hole. A wet tongue dragged over his hole. Then, fingers:

One, slick with spit...

Two, to stretch him out...

Three, to fill him in...

Leo's cock dripped steadily onto the sheets, he was in pure bliss.

When K lined up, his head pressed against Leo's rim. No condom needed. No lube beyond spit and pre-cum.

"Relax baby", K murmured, the first softness in his voice. "Let it in."

Leo tried. He tried very hard. But the massive hard cock stretching out his hole was very much painful. Inch after inch it sank in until those brown hips met Leo's ass. Buried to the root. K stayed like that for a moment, letting Leo adjust. Then he bent forward, grinding deep.

"Fuck... you're tight yaar", he growled in a thick dominant Indian accent.

Leo whimpered. K started fucking him hard. The bed creaked. Leo's eyes watered. Every sloppy thrust was like a punch to his stomach that took the breath out of him. K's heavy balls slapped against his smaller ones. All you could hear in that room was the sound of that huge cock messily rearranging Leo's guts. K leaned over him, sweat pouring off his chest onto Leo's back, beard scraping his shoulder.

"Gonna flood you now, pyare."

Ten brutal strokes later he buried himself to the hilt and came with a deep groan. Thick, hot jets of cum blasted straight into Leo's belly - pulse after pulse, so much it leaked out around the shaft and ran down his trembling thighs. K stayed buried for a long minute, grinding lazily, milking every drop. Then he pulled out with a wet pop. A river of white cum gushed from Leo's ruined hole.

"Shit... good fuck bhai", K panted. His phone buzzed on the table. The stud glanced at it and cursed in Hindi. "I have to be at the airport in two hours. Flight back to Mumbai tonight." He gave Leo's ass a casual slap, wiped his cock on the boy's discarded tank top, and started pulling on clothes. Leo lay there dazed, his hole still twitching. He could feel the load still leaking out of him, warm and heavy. His own little dick had shot twice untouched, leaving pathetic puddles on the sheets.

The Indian man was already dressed, with a simple black shirt, jeans, and a small suitcase by the door.

"Close the door when you leave, bhai."

There it was again, that word, bhai... Leo had no idea what it meant, but that was it. There was no goodbye after that, no numbers exchanged, no nothing - just a quick anonymous breeding session before catching a flight home.

After what felt like an eternity, Leo somehow managed to pull his cum-stained clothes on and stumbled out into the hallway. That thick funky smell still clung to him. He walked home in a haze, the Indian load still squelching inside him with every step. He doesn't remember much of the walk, only that strangers recoiled whenever he passed someone.

Arriving at his place, he kicked the door shut, peeled off the cum-crusted tank top, and dropped his shorts. Naked, he padded straight to the bathroom. The mirror showed the same pale, skinny Leo he always saw. But the smell... fuck, the smell.

He cranked the shower temperature to scalding hot and stepped under the water. He scrubbed everywhere: pits, chest, ass crack, even shoved his soapy fingers inside himself to try and rinse out the thick remnants of the Indian man's breeding.

But the musk didn't fade.

If anything, it got stronger. Not bad, just... different. The smell clung to his skin like it lived there now. He sniffed his own pit. It was nothing like the raw pit-stink from earlier, but still his cock jumped at the scent.

"Shit", he muttered, rinsing off one last time. No use. The smell was inside him somehow. He stepped out of the shower, still dripping, and wrapped a towel round his hips. Wiped the mirror clean and stared at his reflection. He looked a bit fuller? Probably just the hot water and that insane fuck still messing with his head. "Weird", he muttered, and padded naked to bed. Halfway across the room sickness hit him hard. His body felt heavy and hot all over. "Fuck... I don't feel so good..." he groaned. He collapsed face-first onto the mattress, yanked the duvet over his damp body, and was out cold in seconds.

His body burned with fever. So much sweat poured out, soaking the sheets and dripping off his forehead onto the pillow. He tossed and moaned softly as his pale skin started to change. A rich golden tan crept slowly from his neck down across his chest, arms, belly and thighs. The colour sank in deep, turning him a warm sun-kissed shade. The musk grew thicker too, rolling off his damp golden skin in warm, addictive waves, though he couldn't really smell it while asleep.

Fine dark hairs pushed out across his chest, forming a light dusting over his pecs and trailing down the centre of his stomach. Just enough to look a bit manlier. Around his lips, a soft black fuzz started sprouting. All over he filled out a little - his shoulders rounded broader, while his arms gained some new thickness. His breathing grew heavier and the room filled with his developing scent. Half-hard, he humped the mattress slowly, leaking a wet patch beneath him without ever waking.

After a while the worst of the fever eased, and he settled into a deeper sleep, all while that putrid funk spread through his place, melting into the walls and furniture, making it so anyone who entered would be hit with that same intoxicating scent.

Then, deeper in the morning night, the second and much stronger wave crashed through him.

The heat inside flared violently. His golden tan rapidly darkened, racing across every inch until he was a rich, deep brown from head to toe. Bones creaked and shifted as he grew taller, gaining three solid inches. Shoulders widened dramatically while his arms ballooned into thick, powerful biceps. His chest surged outward into heavy meaty pecs with fat dark nipples, and strong abs formed under a soft but powerful belly. Thighs thickened massively, his arse lifted and rounded into two perfect bouncy globes, and his feet grew wider and longer.

Between his legs his cock throbbed and stretched in his sleep. It swelled longer and much thicker, turning the same deep brown as his skin. The foreskin thickened around a fat flared head that leaked steadily. His balls dropped lower - heavy and full - the sack growing dark and fuzzy. A thick trail of coarse black hair exploded down his new pecs, across his abs and bloomed into a proper manly bush above that monster nine-inch cock.

His face changed last. Jaw squared off strong and masculine. Nose broadened just right. Lips plumped full. Dark black stubble erupted across his cheeks and chin, growing full and sexy in minutes. The hair on his head turned jet black and wavy, plastered to his sweaty forehead. His eyebrows thickened, making him look more masculine, more manly.

Inside his head everything melted away. All memories of being Leo vanished, replaced by new ones of growing up as an Indian immigrant. His thoughts slowed right down and became simple and horny. Smart stuff no longer mattered. All that was left was working out his sexy body, smelling like a man, and emptying his balls.

By sunrise he was a completely different man. The Asian Flu had turned him into a big dumb carefree Indian himbo.

Morning light cut through the blinds at 07:15, and filled the room as Leo Lehan woke up. The big brown stud stretched his massive arms with a dopey cocky grin and rumbled in a thick Indian accent. He had no idea he had ever been anyone else. This was him. Always had been.

The sheets stuck to his sweaty brown skin. He lifted one heavy arm and buried his nose straight into his pit, inhaling deep. "Mmm fuck... proper man smell." His fat brown cock instantly surged to full hardness, nine thick inches throbbing against his thigh. He wrapped one hand around it and started stroking slow and lazy while his other hand reached behind to finger his still-slick hole.

"Chod... yeah... love this body yaar", he groaned, voice deep and stupid with lust. He pumped faster, shoving three fingers up his arse as he sniffed his pit again, then his heavy balls. The thick addictive musk filled the room completely. His brain floated on pure horniness. All the memories of who he used to be turned into cum, filling his balls. He couldn't hold much longer, he needed to unload...

With a deep roar, Lehan came hard. Thick white ropes blasted across his brown pecs and splattered into his face. Pulse after pulse, far more than his old body could ever produce. He kept fingering himself through every spurt, milking it all out, then licked a thick glob of his own cum off his thumb with a satisfied groan.

"Best wank ever bhai..." - he said talking to himself.

He was still panting, cum dripping down his abs, when the front door suddenly exploded inward.

Three figures in black tactical gear stormed into the room, with raised weapons - our AEGIS containment team. The lead agent's voice came through the helmet, calm and professional.

"Subject confirmed. IND2 strain carrier located. Tracking signature from Patient IND1-A matches. Secure the asset."

Lehan blinked at them, still lazily stroking his softening cock with cum glistening all over his deep brown chest. He flashed a wide horny grin.

The agents stayed silent, but the lead one hesitated for half a second, as the thick musk rolled off the new himbo stud. Suddenly, Lehan was hit by 3 darts in quick succession. He grinned sloppily for a couple of seconds, inviting the agents to join him and dropped unconscious.

[AEGIS – Containment Status: ONGOING]

We have securely detained all the confirmed carriers infected by IND1-A, which we have classified under the IND2 tag. IND1-A still remains on the loose, having slipped through airport security and our surveillance systems somehow, and seems to be located in India for the time being (from what we discovered from this encounter with IND2-G).