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From the Archives: Under The Hills
🕑 Added 2024-09-28 23:52:30 +0000 UTC“What are we supposed to be looking for again?” Mack asked as he slowed the cruiser to a crawl. The brawny officer did a sweeping pass with the car’s spotlight, the beam slicing through the dark countryside like a scalpel. It splashed against the lone structure at the end of the winding dirt road, a small farmhouse whose weathered stone walls looked as though they’d stood vigil for centuries above the rocky Italian hills. There were no lights visible inside, nor were there any other cars present, but the windows and roof were both still intact, a sign that the small house hadn’t been entirely abandoned.
“Group of kids vandalizing the property,” Dan said, his eyes straining to see through the inky darkness outside the cruiser. The new moon sky was cloudless and peppered with a dizzying number of stars, but the pinpoints of light were no help in illuminating the pitch black hillside. “Who even called this in? There’s no one else out here.”
Mack stopped the car and killed the spotlight, the world vanishing outside the cruiser as he double checked the GPS. “We sure this is the right address?”
Dan nodded and held up his notepad. “This is what the chief said. Not a lot of other options to choose from, are there?”
“This is weird...let’s sit tight til Nick gets here. He should be right behind us,” Mack said as he shrugged his broad, heavy shoulders and looked over at his diminutive partner. They couldn’t have been a more mismatched pair. At 6’2”, Mack stood a full foot taller than his tiny friend, his brawny, bodybuilder frame covered in ample, impressively chiseled muscle for a man in his mid-forties. He looked every bit the meathead, with a buzzed scalp, lantern jaw and tanned, olive-hued skin that he kept perfectly smooth. Dan was no slouch either, but given his smaller stature he was never able to bulk up the way he wanted, leaving his tiny frame toned, lean and a road map of equally impressive definition for a man who’d just turned forty. With his sharp features and short, dark hair his size worked for him, and where his body failed, his friendly, outgoing personality picked up the slack. The same went for his burly friend, whose intimidating size was a sharp contrast to his laidback attitude.
Dan sighed and dropped his head back against the seat. “If we drove all the way out here for nothing…”
“I’ll be thrilled. Nothing looks damaged...who gives a fuck about some teens being teens?” Mack laughed, swallowing the smaller man’s thigh with a giant hand. He nodded at the star-filled sky through the windshield, grinning. “A romantic drive through the country on a gorgeous evening? What’s not to love?”
“The company could be...prettier,” Dan laughed. He winced when Mack’s hand shot up from his thigh to tousle his hair instead.
“I know plenty of people who’d love to be in your spot,” the big man said, turning his head away in mock offense.
“Too bad none of them are here then,” Dan said as he fixed his hair in the side view mirror, noting the set of approaching headlights cresting the hill behind them. “Wait...here comes one now.”
“What are you two waiting for?” Nick boomed, his deep voice shattering the quiet evening as he pulled the car to a stop and climbed out. There was a loud crunching of stone as the heavy man lumbered over and knocked on the window of the other cruiser, both noises echoing off into the distance. “Am I interrupting something?”
“You’re right, he seems thrilled,” Mack sighed, rolling his eyes at the smaller man. He climbed out, his ears ringing from the absolute silence of their surroundings. Without the constant noise pollution of the city, the muscled giant could practically hear the creaking of his joints, making the obvious absence of rowdy teenagers immediately apparent. “We were waiting for you,” he said, clapping Nick on one of his beefy arms.
The bald bruiser raised an eyebrow at the pair. Nick stood as tall as Mack but wasn’t nearly as cut, his broad, thick frame a mass of unsculpted bulk as opposed to the other man’s precision-crafted build. He had a round, full face, and Nick’s rugged exterior matched his unrefined personality perfectly. Where Mack and Dan were laid back and friendly, the thick hulk was aggressively disciplined, balancing out the trio as the drill sergeant of the group. “What? Couldn’t handle a few teenagers?”
Dan looked up at Nick and nodded over at the dark, quiet house. “Do you hear any teenagers? Who’s even around to report anything in the first place?”
Nick shook his head and scoffed. “So you two got spooked. Figures. Too many stories from grandma about the scary strega in the countryside? Did you at least try knocking, or do you need me to hold your hands?” He didn’t wait for a reply before stomping over to the front of the house. Where it wasn’t faded or peeling, the crimson paint on the weathered door looked black in the darkness, and a small bundle of herbs hung at the top of the frame. “Hello! Is anyone home? We got a call about some vand…” Nick trailed off when the door swung open at his knocking, his hand instinctively grabbing his flashlight. “Shit! Who’s there? Hey!”
Mack and Dan hurried to catch up as Nick darted inside, the smaller man taking the lead despite his shorter legs. Inside, the house consisted of a single room that led to a small kitchen at the back, and the amount of dust and state of decay of the furniture inside made the smaller man rethink his earlier assumption that the place wasn’t abandoned. A crumbling desk sat in one corner with what looked like a pile of books on top, but it was too dark for anyone to make out any of the titles. There was a rotten mattress in the other corner, and a broken table laying half on the floor in the center, the shattered remains of a simple wooden chair next to it. Broken ceramic shards littered the floor, spilling out from an overturned bookcase on the far wall like they’d erupted from the shelves. The underside of the roof was covered in a meandering pattern of water stains, filling the small room with a wet, moldy smell. “What is it? What’d you see?” Dan asked, sweeping his light in a continuous arc around the cluttered room.
“Someone’s in here,” Nick growled, his voice a low whisper. “Didn’t look like a kid. Whoever it was moved quick. Real quick. All I got was a blur from our headlights.” He nodded towards the kitchen when Mack arrived, letting the muscled stud take the lead.
“You sure your eyes weren’t just playing tricks on you?” Mack called from the empty kitchen. “I don’t see any...wait...I’ve got footprints.” He motioned for the other two, his flashlight fixed on the tracks skittering across the dirt-covered floor. They were huge outlines of someone’s long, wide bare feet trailing across the kitchen and out the narrow back door. Given their size, Mack was surprised that someone so large could so quickly navigate the tight confines of the kitchen and thin exit. Looking at the door, the broad bodybuilder would have to turn sideways to go outside, and one of his size thirteen feet didn’t even take up an entire print. “Big fucker, whoever he is,” Mack whistled.
Nick shook his head. “They didn’t look that big. Or at least not that tall…” he said, tapping the other two on the shoulder to follow him back out the front door. Once outside they broke off, with Mack and Dan going around one corner while he went around the other. They didn’t discover any additional tracks or signs of life around the perimeter, but as they regrouped at the back of the house the trio found themselves looking at an open cellar door with a set of winding stone stairs descending into darkness. The huge footprints led directly from the house to the yawning portal, the indentation of the toes looking talon-like in the loose earth outside.
“So clearly NOT teenagers,” Dan said, pulling what looked like a clump of coarse black hair from the narrow door frame exiting the kitchen. “Any idea what this is?”
Mack held the hair in front of his flashlight, looking back and forth between it and the tracks. “Did you see a gorilla?” he laughed nervously.
“Not funny,” Nick spat. “I saw…” he trailed off, not sure how to describe the lithe, hunched figure without sounding like one of the superstitious grandmas he’d just been mocking. The lone hut, the herbs above the door, the random assortment of junk and clutter inside, the feet and the hair; it was all pointing towards a conclusion that his practical mind refused to accept. “We go down,” he said, a statement, not a question.
“Hold on a second,” Mack said, putting a hand on Nick’s burly shoulder before the big man could go off on his own again. “We were sent out here because of some kids vandalizing someone’s property, not...this.” He motioned to the open cellar and shook his head. “None of this is adding up, so maybe let's not charge in half-cocked just to prove how brave we are?”
Nick pulled away, bristling. “And what if those kids are down there? I didn’t take this job to give out parking tickets.” As if in response, a faint, plaintive cry of someone in pain echoed up from the abyss. The trio couldn’t make out what was being said, but there was no mistaking the desperate, urgent tone. “See? Stay here if you want and call for backup. I’m going down.”
“Nick, wait! Goddamnit,” Mack grumbled as the bald bull of a man disappeared into the void. He wanted to ask Nick to stop and think about how anyone else would have made it to the house in the first place. They were on top of a hill in the middle of nowhere, and there were no other cars or tire tracks. There weren’t even any bicycles or scooters. It was clear to him that they’d been set up and were walking into a trap, but if his friend was intent on springing it Mack couldn’t just leave him on his own.
He signaled for Dan to follow and started down the steps, nearly tumbling head over heels when he slipped on the damp, shallow stone. The darkness would have overtaken them quickly even in broad daylight as the stairs made erratic twists and turns during their descent, and on the moonless evening the officers were left stumbling blindly. Even their powerful flashlights seemed unable to penetrate the gloom beyond a few feet, giving them only glimpses of the large gashes in the stone walls and the occasional geometric symbols that had been carved into the rock. Mack had never seen anything like them. They were etched outlines of triangles, spirals, cubes, and stars, all layered on top of each other. Though they appeared simple enough, a wave of nausea hit both of them if they looked for too long, the shapes seeming to separate from one another in their minds, leaving the pair dizzy and cross-eyed.
The silence was as oppressive as the darkness, the sound of their fumbling steps quickly swallowed and muffled by the damp earth that surrounded them. They called out for Nick, hissing his name as loud as they dared, but got no response. The brawny man shouldn’t have been more than a few meters ahead of them, still well within earshot, and yet they heard nothing as they scrambled down for what could have been minutes or hours.
Mack tried not to think about how deep in the mountainside they must be. He heard Dan gasp every time when their flashlights landed on one of the intricate carvings, the geometric patterns gradually giving way to more humanoid shapes, though neither of them could make out what the figures were supposed to represent. They stood upright, but they had insectoid and animal features, or a mix of both at the same time. Everyone was familiar with the ancient Roman sites, and it wasn’t uncommon for the ruins of temples to be discovered and for artifacts to turn up, but neither Mack nor Dan had ever expected to stumble across a temple that was still in use. Especially one that didn’t bear any resemblance to the history they knew.
“Where the fuck are we,” Dan asked under his breath when Mack stopped short at the bottom of the stairs and he bumped into his wall of a friend. “What is this place?”
“No clue,” Mack whispered, his large hand trembling as he swept his flashlight around the cavernous space. It felt immense, and while the beam was swallowed after a short distance, it still had time to illuminate the stone columns rising up from the floor at regular intervals, and the towering statues placed between them. The columns were covered in a spiraling design of the same geometric shapes they’d seen on the stairs, while the warped proportions of the familiar figures were all the more horrifying in three dimensions. They were nauseating to look at, their forms seeming to shift as Mack and Dan crept towards them. One moment they had the shape of fit, gorgeous men and women, but the next they looked like crouching insects, or shapeless mounds, or a mix of all three. The more they saw of the statues and the dizzying patterns, the less they cursed the darkness around them. Neither of them wanted to see any more than they absolutely had to.
“We...we should go. Call for backup. This is bigger than us,” Dan said, his eyes darting at the flashes of movement in his peripheral vision. It was clear the farther into the room they ventured that the columns and statues lined a path, but the tiny man had no desire to discover what awaited them at the end.
Mack shook his head, whispering. “We can’t just leave Nick here. I think I see...oh...oh no…” He froze, his light just barely exposing a stone slab that apparated out of the darkness a few meters ahead. On it, Mack could see Nick’s prone, unmoving body stretched across the top of what appeared to be an altar. It was covered in the same shapes as the pillars, and a hunched, gangly figure perched on a pedestal behind. Whatever the creature was, it had the aged, gnarled face of an old woman, it’s wrinkled flesh covered in coarse, scrubby hair as it hung loose from arms and legs that looked far too long and had far too many joints. The pair watched in stunned silence as it ran its hooked, clawed fingers slowly along Nick’s body, its yellow eyes a pair of smoldering embers glaring at them in the dark. Mack turned and shoved the smaller man to give him a head start. “Run...run! Go Dan, get…” The burly man was cut off before he could finish. There was just enough time for Mack to register the sound of rushing air and the sensation of falling, the world going black as the flashlight was wrenched from his grip.
He lost sight of Dan. For a time, he had no idea how long, all Mack knew was the void. There was no sight or sound, no sensation at all save a cold, creeping numbness. Without any feedback from his athletic frame, the dazed officer didn’t know if he was conscious or not. He tried to move, but his body was little more than a memory, something he knew he should have but couldn’t seem to locate. Panic set in as he fought to find his phantom limbs, with random flashes of sensation punching through the oblivion. The numbness gradually gave way, the cold centralizing to the smooth stone pillar pressing against his broad, bare back. Mack had located his body, but the straining stud still couldn’t move as he discovered his arms and legs were bound to that same pillar. He thrashed and squirmed, feeling his naked body writhe against the stone before his dazed vision finally returned to confirm his lack of clothing.
Looking at the nightmare unfolding before him, Mack prayed he’d lost consciousness after all. No longer buried in shadow but lit by a series of flickering torches, he was able to see just how vast the subterranean chamber actually was. The walls were natural stone, but the cave had been augmented to include the engraved pillars and a grouping of altars scattered at various apex points of a design that had been carved into the floor. The sculpted officer was bound to one of the pillars, his naked muscle covered in the same nauseating designs that permeated the rest of the temple while his long, thick cock stood rigid and proud. The exposed hunk would have been embarrassed, but there was no room in his dazed mind for anything other than horror. As he strained against his chains and fought the constant pull of oblivion, Mack’s groggy brain registered the steady drum beat and saw the cloaked, chanting figures. He couldn’t see their faces or any other details, but he was relatively certain the robed individuals were at least human. He had to make that distinction as he saw the figures that he’d originally taken for statues moving amongst the crowd. Their shifting forms towered over the group, still flashing between beautiful, perfectly formed men and women, and abhorrent, shapeless monstrosities. The bound stud wanted to scream as they drew near but his voice wouldn’t respond. All he could do was thrash, finally seeing his equally naked friends bound to the columns on either side of him. They were covered in the same designs, their exposed cocks just as hard, but all Mack had time for was a glance before his world erupted in a flash of brilliant purple light. The muscled giant could feel himself cumming as every pleasure center in his body lit up at once. The chanting and the pounding drums grew to a deafening pitch as he flexed his ample, muscled rear and bucked against the pillar, the ecstasy overwhelming him as his release stretched on and on and on.
“HHHNNNGGGuuuuuuuuhhhh!” Mack shot up in bed, heart racing, his slab of a chest slick from sweat and cum. He’d kicked his sheets and blankets free from his nightmare thrashing, and he could feel the copious remains of the orgasm that had rocketed him awake spilling down the sides of his stomach as he rolled to his feet on instinct.
His eyes darted frantically, his brain slowly piecing together the familiar surroundings. He wasn’t chained to a pillar in some horrible temple; he was in his bedroom. There were no monsters or robed figures, just the late morning light filtering in through the curtains. “What the fuck was that dream,” he sighed to himself, trying to catch his breath. He was groggy and disoriented, his brawny body tingling from the potent explosion as the sounds of chanting and pounding still rang in his ears.
Mack took a deep breath as he shook his head and rubbed the sleep from his face. The pounding wasn’t a lingering remnant from his dream, but someone knocking furiously on his door. “Hold on! Hold on...I’m coming…” he called as he stumbled across his apartment. He threw it open without thinking, his face going red as he realized all he had on were his tiny briefs. He was relieved to see Nick waiting for him on the other side, his friend’s worried expression replaced by a look of wide-eyed shock when Mack opened the door. The exposed stud laughed awkwardly and stepped aside to let his friend in. “What? You’ve seen plenty more of me than this,” he said, looking down at Nick’s unusually baggy sweatshirt and sweatpants as the other man entered. It didn’t hit him until he’d turned his back to shut the door, the color draining from his face as he realized he’d looked down at the other man instead of looking Nick in the eye. “Wait...what the fuck…?” he stammered, shaking his head and rubbing his eyes. He hadn’t been mistaken; instead of standing the same height, Nick was noticeably shorter, his eyes now barely reaching Mack’s lantern jaw.
“What do you remember about last night?” Nick asked, clearing his throat at the softened sound of his normally deep voice.
“What? What about last night? I don’t…”
“Think! You have to remember something! Where were we? We went on a call, right?”
“I don’t…” Mack’s brow furrowed as the big man struggled to recall the events of the previous evening. His thoughts were sluggish, refusing to catch up with a body that seemed all too alert. Standing in nothing but his small briefs, Mack was acutely aware of the air on his bare skin, and the way his chiseled body felt as his smooth flesh rubbed against itself. Staring at Nick, his horror was constantly distracted by confusing thoughts of how cute his burly friend looked at his new height. “Fuck...I don’t remember…” Mack said. He recalled being terrified when he’d woken up, but the details were already gone, as was most of the previous day. “Did...did something happen?”
Nick gave a short, humorless laugh. “Did something...look at me!” he cried, spreading his arms to show how the baggy sweatshirt draped off his dwindling frame. “Look at you!”
“What do you...shit! What is that?!” Mack gasped when he looked down and finally noticed the thick, massive cock poking up from the waistband of his briefs. The sculpted stud had always been hung, with a wide, eight-inch cock that was always the envy of the locker room, but the beast snaking its way up his abs was significantly larger. A pair of equally inflated balls were beginning to spill out from the pouch, and Mack began to understand his body’s hyper awareness as he watched the exposed, bulbous head ooze a slick, steady stream. “What happened to my dick?!”
“The opposite of what’s happening to mine,” Nick said, his tone flat. “Look...I’m barely holding it together, so I need you to not freak out, okay?” The former brute of a man took a deep breath and slipped out of the baggy sweatshirt to reveal a significantly leaner, thinner torso. Normally thick and beefy, Nick now looked like he could fit comfortably inside Mack’s broad body, his baggy sweatpants cinched as tight as possible and still threatening to fall off. “It gets worse,” he said as he closed his eyes and gave the pants a gentle push, sending them to the ground. Mack saw the slender, supple thighs that were quickly replacing Nick’s meaty trunks, but his attention was immediately drawn to the small, thin nub of a cock and petite, matching balls. “It’s gotten smaller...I’ve gotten smaller...since waking up. I don’t know how much more I’m going to…” he trailed off, looking up at his sculpted friend with wide, pleading eyes. “Where did we go last night? How is this even possible!?”
“I don’t...I don’t know…” Mack stammered, confused by the way Nick’s shrunken body made his inflated cock throb even harder. His head was still trying to wrap around the idea of his friend’s increasingly slight, diminutive frame, but his body had not only accepted it; it was eager to explore it first hand. The chiseled man clenched his fists, fighting to keep his hands at his sides. “Wait...what about Dan? We need to…”
“Gu...guys? Something’s happening…” Mack was cut off by a gruff voice from the doorway. He spun, blinking at the beefy stranger filling the doorway in his too-small clothes, his cock pulsing even as his brain slowly pieced together the man’s identity.
They didn’t need to find their friend after all. “Da...Dan? You...you’re huge! Get in here!” Mack stepped aside to let his expanded friend enter, gasping at the way he looked Dan in the eyes instead of towering over the formerly tiny man. The leaking stud couldn’t stop himself from licking his lips as he stared at his friend. Formerly lean and toned, Dan’s body was now thick and beefy, with broad shoulders and a prominent muscle gut threatening to shred his ridiculously small t-shirt at any moment. The same went for his shorts, which were plastered on like briefs around his meaty thighs and plump rear, leaving none of his girthy new bulge to the imagination.
Dan’s eyes were wide as he stared at the bodybuilder who used to tower over him. “Mack…? What happened to you? Your dick is huge! And your pecs are…”
Mack gasped when Dan reached out and squeezed one of his bulging mounds. Given how large they already were, he hadn’t noticed them growing and expanding off his torso even more prominently. Looking down, he could barely see the bulbous, oozing head of his cock over them. If they grew any larger, his beastly organ would be entirely obscured. “Oh fuck...I didn’t even...god that feels good…”
A dazed look on his face at his friend’s moaning, Dan reached out with his other hand to Mack’s shelf of a chest and began kneading. “Like that,” he asked, as if waiting for further direction.
Mack knew he should pull away, that they needed to figure out what was happening to them, but his overloaded body was in control, not his brain. He groaned, his head falling back on his shoulders as Dan massaged his expanding muscle tits. “Fuuuuuuck,” he hissed, squirming under the other man’s enlarged hands. “My cock feels like it’s going to pooooOOOOHHH!” Mack howled when Dan let go of a pec and began stroking the cum-slick club poking out of his briefs. Before he could say anything else his friend had torn the ill-fitting underwear free and had dropped to his knees, licking along the wide shaft and fitting as much of it in his mouth as he could. He didn’t understand why the normally straight man was so eagerly giving his cock a tongue bath anymore than he knew why he was letting him. “Ni...Nick...are you...what’s happening…” he gasped, looking over at the shrunken man for help.
All Nick could do was whimper in response, his dainty hand obscuring his dwindling package as he groped and squeezed between his legs. In just the few moments that the attention had been focused on Dan, the once-beefy man had continued to shrink, his body looking slight and androgynous next to his brawny friends. Even his face was softening and losing its edge while his receding hair started to grow back in.
The sight was enough of a shock that Mack grunted and tried to stop himself. “Da...Dan...wait...what are you doing…” he stammered.
There was a loud rip as the inflating man’s clothes finally gave out, leaving his thickened, hairy new body on full display. He’d grown as large as Nick should have been, with a fat, squat cock standing hard and eager between his trunk-like thighs. “What...what do you want me to do?” he asked, a look of genuine concern on his full, rounder face.
“Just...just get up,” Mack managed. He stumbled as he stepped, his center of gravity thrown off by his heavier chest. When he caught sight of his reflection in the TV he saw that it was worse than he thought. It wasn’t just his cock and chest that were changing, but his whole body. His arms had grown even larger, as had his already-ample rear, while his waist seemed to be pinching inwards. While Nick became soft and waifish, his proportions were becoming a caricature of masculinity.
“Okay,” Dan said, quickly hopping to his feet. “Do you need anything else?”
Mack shook his head and winced as he tried to rub his face and discovered the limited new range of motion his inflated proportions afforded him. “Why are you asking that?”
Dan blinked as he looked back and forth between his two friends, seeming more concerned about his lack of a command than their, or his own, drastically altered appearance. “I don’t...I don’t know. I just want...I need...you two need taken care of.”
“What? No we don’t. I don’t know what’s happening, but why would you need to take care of us? Nick, are you...hearing...this…” Mack trailed off in a choking gasp when he turned his attention back to the shrunken man, his eyes going wide while his cock threatened to erupt. Where Nick had been kneading his tiny package, now his slender new fingers slipped in and out of a horrifyingly familiar opening where his cock should have been. “Nick?”
The now-androgynous twink looked down at himself and back up at his friends, his wide-eyed expression unreadable. With his new button nose and pouty lips there were only hints of the old Nick in his features as he whimpered in his high, lightened tone. “My...my dick is...oh fuck this feels so good…” he whined, his softened bubble jiggling as he staggered on his feet. Dan darted forward to catch him as soon as he saw the little man stumble, showing just how much Nick had shrunk as he stood a full head shorter than the freshly grown giant. The slender little man’s eyes were wide as he pawed at his friend’s solid body. “Dan? When’d you get so big?” Nick gave a drunken laugh as he reached down and started tugging on his friend’s thick log, his laughter becoming a screech when he threw himself forward and slipped the meaty organ inside.
Mack knew he should have been horrified by the sight. He was watching his formerly beefy friend’s pussy get worked by his formerly tiny friend’s massive new body while his own altered frame longed to join them. He knew none of it should have been possible, but his friends were like a beacon. It wasn’t just his overloaded arousal, but something deep inside that linked them together. “Da...Dan...I can’t...I need to…” he hissed through gritted teeth. When the now-beefy man looked over his shoulder and nodded, Mack felt whatever remained of his resistance start to slip away as he lunged forward and plunged his rigid girder between his friend’s plump, hairy cheeks. It was like completing a circuit. They howled in unison, Dan inside Nick, and Mack inside Dan. Writhing together, they began to lose sense of where each of them ended and the other began. It wasn’t terrifying; it was ecstasy. How it happened was no longer important, so long as it was happening at all.
“I knew you three were the right choice.”
Mack turned and looked back over his shoulder, the voice barely punching through his haze of lust. He saw their Chief standing and watching, a proud grin on the older man’s normally stern face. His uniform strained around his thick build, as if this was just a quick stop on his way to the station. “Ch...Chief?” he grunted, still slamming his exaggeratedly trim hips into Dan, who carried the momentum on to Nick.
“I know you’re confused. Don’t worry...it’ll pass,” he said as he walked over and began stroking each of their heads. “You always were inseparable.”
“I don’t...understand...what’s happening…” Mack grunted, unable to stop himself from pressing his head against the Chief’s hand.
“Tradition,” the Chief said. “You three are carrying on a legacy that’s been handed down for millennia. If you still remember any of it, that wasn’t a dream last night. It’s okay if you don’t...you’ll become quite familiar with the temple. Our group...we don’t like the word ‘cult’... needed new avatars, and I knew you three would be the perfect choice. If it makes you feel any better, what’s happening to you is maintaining a vital balance. Without it, things far worse than the priestess you met last night would be able to make their way into our world. She can be a bit frightening at first, but you get used to her. Those others that you saw...trust me when I say they’re nothing compared to what’s waiting just outside.” The Chief sighed and ran a hand over his bald head, tapping at his mustache with the other. “Even having seen this before...it never stops being impressive,” he said. “It’s simple, really. Nick the feminine, Mack the masculine. I know what you’re thinking, and no, it can’t just be a man and a woman. It’s all about the change...the sacrifice that’s made. I don’t know how she decides who gets what, but you can’t argue with the results.”
Mack tried to stop and pull away, but his body refused to listen. He could barely croak out his questions, and he couldn’t tell if his friends were still aware enough to register the older man’s presence at all. “But...what are we supposed to…do now…” he asked, his brain unable to piece together what he was being told. On top of everything else, the existence of magic and cults and ancient rituals was too much to absorb.
“Now you live a life of luxury! You just became three of the most important people on the planet. You and Nick are the balance, and Dan here is the one who watches out for you. You’ll have a role in ceremonies...or, more importantly, those new bodies will have a role in the ceremonies...but between them you’ll get to enjoy your new selves as much as you want,” he said, his tone cheerful. “And they’re oh so enjoyable, aren’t they?”
Mack wished he could say no, but he’d never felt anything like the sensations rocketing through his warped frame. Nothing else mattered. Even the thought of being paraded around in front of others and used by them couldn’t dull the bliss his rocking muscles and oversized cock were bringing him. And looking at Nick, he could tell the former bruiser was wrestling with the same thoughts about his supple, softened body. If Dan had any reservations they didn’t show, as he was nothing but eager to keep both of his friends happy.
The Chief walked over to Mack’s kitchen and poured himself a drink. “Now...take your time in finishing,” he said, raising the glass in a toast. “When you’re done we’ll get you set up in your new home. I think you three will enjoy the countryside.”
