AE-786: The King's Ring
Description
AE-786 presents itself as a plain 24-karat golden ring, 22 mm in diameter, with no visible engravings, markings or anomalous radiation under standard testing. When placed on the finger of a living human being the ring fuses to skin and bone, becoming a permanent part of the wearer's body. From that moment the wearer becomes the king and gains the ability to propagate the effect through any skin-to-skin contact. Each new instance becomes an exact physical and mental replica of the king but without a ring. Replicas retain the same propagation ability until the ring is removed from its host. The effect includes rapid physical overwriting, cognitive simplification and compulsive drive to obey the king.
The exact origin of AE-786 remains unknown. Moreover, proximity to AE-786 has been observed to cause unexplained malfunctions in nearby electronic devices. The effect is selective and not replicable under a controlled environment.
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Incident Report: AE-786-001
Pierre ████, 22, slim and pale with brown hair and brown eyes, was on a two-week backpacking trip through ██████ when he joined a half-day guided tour of █████ ███. It was quiet that afternoon, most tourists having left after the morning, and Pierre was one of only a handful of visitors still there when the tour ended.
Being a typical gen-Z tourist, Pierre was more interested in taking selfies than the history of the place. At that moment, he was so focused on getting a good angle that he didn't notice where he was walking. He tripped over a loose stone and stumbled forward, crashing on the floor. Angry at the stupid piece of rock that had ruined his perfect photo, he kicked it in frustration. His kick was a bit too hard, and the stone went flying, hitting a nearby wall and cracking the surface of the rock.
A faint light caught his eye from the crack. Curious, he knelt down and looked at the piece of garbage rock he had just kicked. Rocks usually didn't glow, he thought. He kicked it again, trying to break it open. The cracks grew wider, and the light grew brighter. Some more kicks later, the stone finally split in half, revealing the source of the light: a plain golden ring completely encased in the rock, as if someone had melted the stone around it. The ring was perfectly smooth, with no markings or engravings, and it glowed with a warm golden light that seemed to pulse gently. It was almost hypnotic, drawing Pierre's gaze and making him forget about everything else for a moment.
He reached in and scrabbled around the jagged edges of the broken rock, trying to get a better grip on the ring. When he finally pulled it out, he turned it over in his hands, admiring its beauty. It was heavier than it looked: solid gold, perfectly smooth, and strangely warm to the touch. He slipped it into his pocket, hoping no one would notice. Stealing something from a historical place was definitely not on his bucket list, but who would pass up the chance to make some good money with a find like this? He planned to sell it online once he got back home, maybe even get it appraised by a jeweller. Little did he know, this ring was worth far more than any jeweller could ever estimate.
That night he checked into a cheap hostel in ███ with some other guys he'd met in this trip. Alone in his room, he pulled the ring out of his pocket and examined it under the dim light. The light reflected off the smooth surface, casting a warm golden glow on his face. He turned it over again, feeling the weight of it in his hand. On a whim, he slipped it on. The moment it touched his skin, a warm tingle shot through him, starting at the fingertip and spreading up his arm.
Oh putain, what the f-
He tried to pull it off. It wouldn't budge.
He cursed in French, tugged harder, then gave up and stared at his hand in disbelief. The ring was fused to his finger, the surrounding skin already starting to change colour.
The tingle intensified, spreading rapidly up his arm. It rolled outward from his finger in slow waves. His breath hitched. His legs were shaking. He had to sit on the bed to keep from falling over, all while the ring glowed brighter and brighter.
His pale skin began to change at the knuckles first. The soft pink colour deepened in waves, spreading up his hand and forearm.
First, it shifted to a warm golden beige, like he'd gotten a short tan at the beach. Then, the skin thickened and tightened as the colour deepened to a rich gleaming bronze.
The veins on his hand and forearm became more pronounced, pushing up under the new skin. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pain that made his head spin. The colours moved up his arms, across his chest, down his stomach, every new centimetre of bronze skin sending a pulse of bliss straight to his groin.
His shoulders rounded and broadened with a deep, satisfying stretch. The sensation of his muscles swelling under his skin was intoxicating, making him moan softly. His biceps ballooned, the veins pushing up under the fresh thick skin. Pierre flexed without thinking, groaning loud as the growth made his cock throb and lengthen. His previously flat chest was replaced as 2 fat slabs pushed outwards into perfectly round pecs, nipples darkening and fattening into sensitive nubs. He pinched one on instinct and gasped - the spark shot straight down his spine and made his balls draw up tight.
Then, his abs started popping. Eight perfect blocks carved themselves into his stomach, framed by sharp obliques that would have made a fitness model jealous. His quads exploded outward, each leg thicker than his old waist. His ass rounded into two powerful, bouncy globes that clenched immediately as the friction of the damp hairs down there made him groan even louder.
Pierre stared at his hands, now huge and bronze. The gold ring had literally fused to his finger, zero hopes of getting it out now. His face shifted next. Those lips of his plumped fuller. Across his face, thick black stubble sharpened into a neat modern beard. His hair thickened, darkening to a jet black shade, and fell straight on his head. He didn't look that much French anymore.
Finally, between his legs, the last change hit him hard. His dick thickened and lengthened into a heavy piece. The foreskin retracted bit by bit as his cock grew longer and longer until there was no more foreskin to turn into length. His balls grew heavier, dropping lower and full, already heavy with seed. Pre-cum beaded at the slit of his new monster cock as he gave the shaft one slow, lazy stroke. The thick scent of him filled the room now, rolling off his pits and groin. He lifted one massive arm without thinking and inhaled deep. Fuck, that smelled right.
The thick, heady musk rolling off his body hit him like a drug. Pierre’s mind tried to cling to the last scraps of who he had been, but every fresh pulse of bronze burned those thoughts away like they'd never existed. A slow, predatory grin spread across his newly bearded face. The final flicker of his old self vanished. In its place, a new persona had emerged: King Karim - yes that's who he was.
He glanced around the small room like he was seeing it for the first time. His thick brows furrowed for half a second. Why the fuck was he in this shithole? This wasn't his place. His palace, that's where a man like him belonged, not this little box that stank of cheap bleach under his own heavy musk.
Kings do not ask. Kings take. Kings are worshipped.
The thought passed on his mind. He shrugged it off, the motion making his heavy pecs bounce. Whatever mistake had landed him here, he'd correct it. Starting now.
He gave his circumcised cock another casual tug, pre-cum smearing over his thumb, then wrestled into the ridiculous small clothes he saw on top of the bed.
He first grabbed a tank top and put it on. The white cotton stretched thin over his dark nipples, practically see-through now, clinging wet where sweat had already started forming. The jeans were worse - he had to force them up his thighs. The waist wouldn't close, not even close, so he left the button undone and the zip halfway, letting his heavy cock and balls push out against the front like they were trying to escape. Pre-cum had already darkened a small spot on his stretched underwear. Whatever. He'd sort proper clothes later. Satisfied enough for now, he stepped out of the room into the dimly lit hallway.
The corridor was quiet. A few doors down, Lucas - another backpacker he had spent the whole evening chatting and laughing with in the common room - stepped out, backpack slung over his shoulder, clearly trying to go out quietly. Lucas froze when he saw the massive bronze Arab stallion filling the hallway, his muscles gleaming under the cheap lights.
"Oh, hey. Do you know Pierre?" Lucas blurted while staring at the monster bulge the man was carrying around. "That is his room - where is he? I wanted to ask him something."
Karim tilted his head, looking at the smaller man up and down. His voice came out deep, in an ancient tongue.
أقبل إليّ، يا عبد. اسجد لملكك (Come to me, my servant. Kneel before your king.)
Lucas blinked hard, backing up a step. "What? I don't understand you man. You speak French or English? Where’s Pie-"
صمت. حلقك للخدمة، لا للكلام. اسجد، أو أعلمك طاعة الملوك (Silence. Your throat is for service, not for speech. Prostrate, or I will teach you the obedience of kings.)
Lucas's hands flew up. "I already told you, I don't understand you. I don't know what you're sayi-"
Karim lunged at him. His massive hand clamped around Lucas's throat, suffocating him. He slammed the backpacker against the wall with a heavy thud. "Let... go..." Lucas wheezed, clawing at the forearm. "What the fuck are you-"
His speech was interrupted as the bronze started spreading where their skin met. Heat spread from Karim's fingers, flooding up Lucas's neck in quick, warm waves. It hit his jaw first, then poured down over his chest like oil slicking over pale skin. Lucas's eyes went wide, his pupils blowing out as the colour washed over him.
"No… no, let me g-" Lucas begged, voice cracking as his shoulders rounded and broadened with audible pops. The heat rushed into his arms next: his biceps swelled dramatically, veins pushing up under skin that was no longer pale but gleaming bronze. His chest pushed forward into heavy slabs while his abs popped out one by one, each new ridge sending a throb straight to his cock.
A black beard erupted across his face in seconds, thick and perfectly groomed, framing a squared jaw that suddenly felt like it had always belonged to him. His voice deepened mid-sentence, dropping into the same rich timbre as the man pinning him.
Please... I don't want-fuck... this... too good...
The last scraps of Lucas flickered out like dying embers. In their place rose pure aching devotion. His hands stopped clawing and gripped Karim's forearm like a lifeline. A low, reverent moan rolled out of his new throat.
"My king..."
King Karim held him pinned, all while smirking coldly. "You are mine now." - he said again in that foreign tongue. Lucas' black t-shirt tore down the front as his pecs ballooned further, nipples darkening at the same time. His legs grew, and his spine elongated, making him touch the floor now. His cock settled into the exact same heavy cut length as the man grabbing him. Between his legs, the balls dropped lower and heavier, going into mass production. His hairier pits started oozing the same strong masculine odour as the man in front of him.
The king then loosened the grip just enough for a shuddering breath, and dropped him. Lucas crashed to his knees, face level with the king's bulging crotch.
Karim laughed, grabbing Lucas' hair and yanking his head back. "Yeah, that's it. Worship your fucking king like the pathetic little servant you are." He pulled the zip the rest of the way down and fed his heavy cock straight into the eager mouth. Lucas Karim sucked greedily, moaning around the fat flared head while the king face-fucked him slow and deep against the wall, slapping his cheek every few thrusts. Thick ropes of cum flooded the new Karim's throat while both men groaned filthily.
All the noise from that interaction drew attention however. A door opened behind them, and a guy poked his head out. "What the hell is going on out here?"
King Karim pulled out, still hard, and clapped the man on the bare shoulder in a friendly grip. Ninety seconds later he was gone. In his place stood another bronze giant, with the same heavy pecs, face, and cock as the other two. He flexed once, admiring the manly scent rolling off him, and fell in line.
...
The night receptionist - a 25-year-old local guy with an average build - looked up from behind the desk as three muscular men approached. "Everything alright, guys?"
King Karim leaned over the counter with a cocky smile and offered his big hand.
The moment the receptionist shook it the change slammed into him. Karim and the two replicas leaned on the counter, watching intently as the man gasped. His skin bronzed rapidly, shoulders popping and biceps growing. His chest pushed out into heavy pecs that stretched his blue shirt to its limit. The exact same black beard sprouted across his face in seconds. His trousers tented obscenely as his cock grew into the exact same impressive size as the other 3 men. His eyes went white for a bit, as he calmed down and recognised the man in front of him.
"My king..." he'd said just like the other 2 had before him.
The three of them quickly dragged the newest Karim into the small back office behind the desk, locked the door, and went wild. King Karim bent the newest replica over the desk and bred him deep from behind while the others took turns feeding their thick cocks down his moaning throat in a filthy chain. Cum spilled everywhere while the room filled with the thick scent of four identical Arab gods.
When they finally stepped back out into the corridor they followed the King's instructions and slipped through the front exit. The streets were still and quiet under a low grey mist that morning. King Karim and his servants moved through it in search of more. This place was not fit for a king like him, but he could change that. He just needed more subjects to serve him, to worship him, to spread his influence. This place would be his kingdom, and everyone in it would be his loyal subject. He just had to find them. Then, he could start building his palace again.
Many people were unfortunate enough to encounter Karim that morning. As it was foggy and quiet, the first few victims were simply people who happened to be outside at the wrong time.
A lone delivery cyclist pedalling past at the traffic lights was touched on the shoulder as he slowed for a red light. He didn't even make a sound - just froze mid-pedal, bike coming to a stop as the colour spread across his skin and his body thickened. He dismounted without a word, following the others into the mist.
...
Two early-morning joggers in the small park across the road also fell victim to the curse as they were touched during their cool-down stretches - one while bending to tie her shoe, the other mid-lunge. The first one only had time for one horrified "No-" before a cock surged between her legs. After turning into identical chiselled gods, they stood there for a moment, taking in the new sensations of their powerful bodies and the intoxicating scent rolling off their skin. They understood what they had to do next, spreading out into the city to find more subjects for their king.
Even the night-shift workers at a nearby warehouse were not safe. A few of them had stepped outside for a smoke break, when a random Karim strolled by and casually touched one of them on the shoulder. This triggered a chain reaction as the new Karim then touched another worker, who touched another, and so on. In less than an hour, the entire night shift of 14 workers had been transformed into identical Arab stallions, all following the same instinctual drive to serve their king and spread the kingdom further. The warehouse was left completely empty and silent, with only the sound of heavy footsteps echoing through the halls as the new Karims went out into the city.
On the other side of the block, an unfortunate old taxi driver was waiting for a fare when a Karim leaned through his driver's window asking for "directions". The driver was a grimy old man with a hunched back and a scruffy beard, but as soon as Karim's hand touched his skin, that was no longer the case. Inside the small cab his body reshaped fast: belly tightening, and arms swelling thick. A groomed beard framed his squared jaw and his trousers tented hard as something thick like a beer can surged between his legs. No longer a decrepit old man, his eyes went wide with the new sensations flooding his body, but he knew what he had to do.
By 06:30 the streets were unnaturally empty. People who had stepped outside for a smoke or to walk their dog simply... vanished. The few who were outside were either already transformed or in the process of transforming, standing frozen in place as their bodies reshaped to accommodate the King's vision of perfection. We suspect that at least 25 people had already been converted by that time, and the number was growing exponentially as the new replicas spread out to find more subjects.
Our containment team arrived at 07:18 after DNA alerts spiked across ███.
Mobile units reported the streets had gone unnaturally quiet. Overhead drone thermal imaging picked up a single massive heat cluster on a disused gym two blocks from the hostel - dozens of identical high-temperature signatures packed together. The team moved in with full hazmat suits and reinforced gloves, expecting resistance.
The raid on the rooftop gym where the prime had taken refuge turned eerie almost immediately. Body-cam footage shows the prime seated like a king on a living throne made of two replicas lying side by side on the floor, their broad backs and shoulders forming the seat while he rested his weight on them. Two more knelt at his feet, tongues slowly licking and massaging his toes. The rest circled them in an orgy, sucking and grinding together without a single word besides the grunts and moans from their actions. The air inside reeked of sex and the king's thick masculine smell. No one looked up when our team breached the door. The king merely tilted his head, framing a bored smirk, and gave a short command that made the foot-worshippers pause.
The first agents advanced. Agent ████ reached to cuff the nearest replica. The replica turned, grabbed his wrist in a casual bro-hug grip, and yanked hard. The reinforced cuff of the hazmat suit ripped at the seam from the force, exposing the agent's body. The replica's bare fingers went down there immediately. Bronze spread up agent ████'s arm quickly. His skin darkened like the other men before them. He tried to scream, but the scream was cut off the instant his vocal cords thickened. His entire torso just inflated in one violent surge, pecs splitting the suit open. His eyes rolled back before the beard even sprouted. When they focused again they were empty of everything except worship. He dropped the cuffs and groaned "Hm-my... k-king..." in a voice already identical to the others. Two more agents were touched in the sudden scramble before the line could fall back.
The remaining team fell back, deploying sedative gas canisters from a distance. The newly converted agents were sedated before they could do anything. In the confusion the prime was pinned under other replicas that fell on top of him. He thrashed violently, still barking commands even as the tranquillisers took hold.
After sedation, our team secured the perimeter and began a systematic search for the source of this anomalous contagion.
Our initial scans showed no obvious vector - no aerosol, no fluid exchange in progress, no visible pathogen markers. All of them had the exact same physical and genetic profile, down to the smallest detail: same facial features, same heavy musculature, same reproductive organs, same odour. Yet, cross-analysis of all the unconscious instances in that gym revealed something interesting: only one of them was wearing a ring, which glowed with a faint golden light barely visible to the naked eye.
Our field team tried to remove the ring from the prime's finger, but it was of no use. A quick X-ray analysis revealed that the anomalous gold object was fused to the finger. There was no separation line from bone or tissue. This was a good lead - the ring was likely the source of the contagion, and removing it would be the key to containing the anomaly. Attempts to cut the ring free with remote laser tools were unsuccessful however, as the ring's material properties seemed to adapt and resist any cutting method.
With sedation holding the prime instance in place, the team had a moment to assess the situation. The sedatives wouldn't last long enough for another team to arrive with more specialised equipment, so field command authorised digit amputation as an emergency containment measure. Utilising a bone saw, the team carefully amputated the finger with the ring still attached, taking care to avoid any skin contact with the prime instance. The digit came off in under thirty seconds. The moment it did, every replica in the room instantly stopped moving, going limp as if a switch had been flipped.
Anomaly Entity Status: [CONTAINED FOR STUDY]
The severed finger and ring were recovered intact and sealed for analysis. 42 identical males, including the three converted agents, were taken into custody that morning. Those were all the instances that we could find around ███ at the time.
All known instances of AE-786 are secured at ███████. AE-786-001 had to be given special medical care after the amputation, but is now stable and under heavy sedation. The other 41 replicas are currently in standard containment, as the anomaly seems to have lost its active properties after the AE-786-001 was separated from the ring. They are being monitored for any changes in behaviour or physical condition, but so far they have remained docile and compliant with no king to rule over them.
After some organic deterioration, we have managed to separate the ring from the severed finger. We are currently running a battery of tests on it to better understand its properties. It emits a faint electromagnetic field that seems to interact with living tissue in a way that triggers the transformation process. The exact mechanism of how it does this is still unclear, but we are hopeful that further analysis will shed light on this.
The public is currently unaware of the incident, and we are working to keep it that way. Most of the affected area has been cordoned off, and a cover story about a chemical spill is being circulated to explain the evacuation and the presence of hazmat teams. We are also in contact with local authorities to ensure that any information leaks are contained.
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