Gabe knew he was dreaming. Despite the vividness with which he experienced the surreal surroundings, he knew he wasn’t really strutting naked across campus. He knew his body was actually sound asleep in his apartment, with Noah’s beefy frame nestled against him. They’d spent the rest of the day helping Tom get acclimated to the gift he’d received, taking the chiseled swimmer for ride after ride on their own impressive cocks, while the eager jock’s hose stayed limp and oozing. Gabe kept waiting for the shock to set in, or, at the very least, for the novelty to wear off, but, if anything, the handsome hunk’s excitement only seemed to grow. Tom took to his new power-bottom role as if he’d been born for it, giving the impression that he relished his altered orgasms more than regretted them. Gabe had offered again to try and fix things when they’d finally worn each other out, but Tom would have none of it. All he was interested in at the moment was finding new friends to experience.

The same went for Noah. As his Acolyte’s changes settled into place, as the now-burly blonde fully blossomed into a chubby muscle bear, Gabe wondered if his once-wiry friend would regret his decision. Noah had gone from tight and toned to thick and bulky, his body now soft and curvy instead of trim and tapering. The shorter man had never been overly vain, but it was a dramatic transformation, and one that he hadn’t initially sought out like his larger friend. He’d never expressed a desire for size, or hair, or any of the rugged, masculine traits he’d been gifted, yet he was taking to them with the same eagerness that Tom showed.

It reinforced Gabe’s faith, and the dark-haired hulk felt a stab of guilt for letting himself doubt. The God the Order worshiped knew what was best, and it was his job to trust that. Gabe didn’t need to weigh himself down with responsibility because he wasn’t the one doing anything, not really. He was simply a vessel for Its will, acting as a beacon for anyone with eyes enough to see Its light. As demonstrated by himself, and Noah, and Tom, It was a generous God eager to share its gifts. All Gabe had to do was walk the path; It would handle the rest.

That was the message of the dream, to show him his purpose and potential. As Gabe strutted naked and hard across campus, a towering mass of scales, claws and fur lumbering behind, he witnessed the power flowing through him. Men sprouted like weeds at his passing, packing on meat and muscle, heft and hair. Some grew taller, some grew shorter, but all changed in some capacity. Ripped abs, lumpy muscle guts, rotund bellies; all shifted and fell into place as scalps alternatingly shed their coverings or buried themselves beneath thickened layers. Rounded, fuller faces became obscured by scrubby stubble and dense beards, their deepened voices joining in with the musky, male miasma filling the air as the newborn beasts fell into joyous coupling. Their altered bodies were explored in full, with cocks that had either grown or shrank being put to the test until the hairy piles erupted like fountains when Gabe and his growing God passed.

It was a primal paradise. Like with the Brothers at the Temple, the men in the dream were free and unburdened. Rutting happily in Its shadow, there was no fear or anger or judgment, only an unconditional acceptance of themselves and those around them, whatever their shape, size, or role may have been. It was a furry, euphoric nirvana of mass and meat and men, all made possible by the monolithic monster now towering like a titan.

The casual stroll through the pungent paradise was a far cry from Gabe’s earlier dreams of being chased, or, as he now understood, herded through a labyrinth, but there was still a similar undercurrent of unspoken menace. His God was loving, but Its power was intimidating and awe-inspiring. To look into Its scaled, ursine face was to stare at the sublime, and to feel like a hurricane of planetary scale was staring back. Gabe knew he had nothing to fear from It, that no one did, but he pitied any creature foolish enough to incur Its wrath.

As Its furry shoulders reached the clouds, Gabe could feel Its voice at the edges of his mind more than hear it, a soothing sensation like a lullaby in reverse, gently jettisoning him back into the waking world. He opened his eyes to find things more or less as he’d left them, save for the morning light glowing around the edges of his curtains. Noah was still sound asleep, his stubble-covered face buried into Gabe’s armpit as he threw a meaty thigh over his friend’s legs and clutched the bigger man like a body-pillow. The naked blonde’s fat cock was rock hard as it wedged between them, and Gabe couldn’t help but smile as he felt his friend reflexively grind it against him. He reached over and stroked the slumbering stud’s buzzed scalp, no longer worried in the slightest about Noah’s reaction as he gazed at his friend’s peaceful features.

“MMmmm…” the stocky blonde let out a sleepy groan, the hand on Gabe’s chest gripping the bigger man’s plump pec as he lifted his groggy head. “Hey,” he said with a bashful grin before dropping his face back into Gabe’s musky crevice.

The bigger man sighed as Noah’s tongue went to work, the fingers on his chest now tweaking a nubby nipple. “Mornin’,” Gabe grunted, his own hand sliding down Noah’s widened, hairy back. He purposely let his fingers dig into the other man’s softened sides, loving how his friend’s burly new belly felt. “How’d you sleep?”

“MMmmphh…great…really good…actually…” the lapping blonde said between mouthfuls of the bigger man’s pit. He was huffing the potent body odor like an addict, his tongue soaking in every inch it could reach. “You make a good teddy bear…sir,” Noah said, flashing the same bashful grin as he added the last part.

“Look who’s talking, runt,” Gabe barked with a short, booming laugh. In one smooth motion he tossed the sheets aside and grabbed Noah’s squat frame, pulling the other man fully on top of him. He folded his piston arms behind his head as his beefy friend’s thickened thighs straddled his midsection, not needing to say anything. With a pop of his widened hips, Noah deftly impaled himself on the waiting pole, letting out a long, low moan. “That’s a good boy,” Gabe purred, his eyes drooping while the blonde squirmed and writhed.

“That was…wild with…Tom…right…?” The words came out in a series of gasping grunts, Noah’s bearded jaw going slack. “Didn’t think he’d…be that…thrilled…about his dick…not working…”

“It still works,” Gabe corrected, his hands finding their way to the blonde’s belly. “Just works a little different. Not surprised about the rest, honestly…Tom always did strike me as a bottom.”

“Did I,” Noah asked, his head falling back on his shoulders.

“You tell me,” the bigger man grinned, his hands latching onto Noah’s supple cheeks as he jerked upright and flipped them over. Instead of straddling his waist, the other man’s hairy, hefty thighs boxed in Gabe’s head as he held Noah down and hammered into him. He loved the way the blonde’s eyes rolled back, and the way his friend’s voice became a wordless, bellowing howl. Whatever connection he’d felt while experimenting with Tom still remained between them, heightening what was already an intense encounter. Gabe started to ask Noah if he felt it too, but then realized he didn’t need to. He could feel the other man feeling it. He could actually sense the ripples of pleasure coursing through the stocky cub, and the growing pressure building in Noah’s burly core. Gabe had known that there would be a bond between them, an Acolyte wasn’t just a mindless servant, but he hadn’t expected to feel it so intensely on his end. There was a growing, protective impulse whenever he thought about his moaning friend, an instinctual need to keep him safe and secure. It was just one more thing he needed to ask the Brothers about at the Temple. Things felt like they were moving faster and faster, rocketing Gabe towards an unknown destination. The brawny bear had an idea where he was headed, the nocturnal vision he’d just had made that clear, but he needed to talk to someone who’d been through it. First, though, he needed to finish with Noah. “You’re about to pop, aren’t you? I can feel it.”

The blonde nodded, wide-eyed. “Yeeeuuhhh…yes…yes sir…” he whimpered, his hands clutching at the sheets. “You…you can…feel it?”

Gabe nodded and closed his eyes. He took a deep breath and focused on his own impending climax, letting the energies join with Noah’s as they fell over the edge together. The simultaneous sensation was pure ecstasy, so strong that it threatened to overcome even Gabe’s massive frame. Noah didn’t stand a chance, his hairy frame spasming like he’d stepped on a live wire as his pudgy cock erupted like a shotgun again and again. It was an impossibly copious load, and when it was finally done the gasping blonde was left a matted, sticky mess.

“Wow,” Gabe grunted, unable to hide his own surprise as he collapsed next to his friend on the soaked sheets. “That was something.”

“What…what the fuck just happened,” Noah asked with a shocked laugh, running a hand through the rivers of sticky fluid spilling down his frame.

“You’ve been a good boy…you’d earned a treat,” Gabe shrugged. “And I wanted to see if I could make that happen. Gonna have to remember that.”

“You sure will,” Noah sighed, stretching like a cat. If there was any hesitation or embarrassment over the cum shower he’d just given himself, it didn’t show as he gazed into Gabe’s eyes.

It only further cemented the bigger man’s conviction that everything was happening exactly as it should. “Come on,” he said, hefting himself out of bed and nodding down at the mess. “Strip these sheets off then get your sticky ass in the shower. We need to go to the Temple.”

Gabe had barely stepped under the warm stream himself when Noah quickly lumbered in behind him. There wasn’t much room in the small space to begin with, and at their new sizes it was an even tighter fit. To make things easier, Gabe grabbed the shower curtain and tore it down, not caring about the water that spilled out onto the tile as he manhandled Noah under the stream. He lathered his friend like he was washing a dog, quickly and mechanically, before giving himself a cursory scrubbing. The whole process was mostly to make themselves visibly presentable, as the moment they’d finished toweling off their musky odor began to build around them like an aromatic aura.

Where Noah had been embarrassed by the stink the day before, now it didn’t even seem to register as Gabe watched him lumber around the apartment in a vain search for his clothes. “Oh…right…” the naked blonde finally said, his brow furrowing. “My clothes officially don’t fit anymore.”

“Happened faster than I thought it would. You’re a natural,” Gabe purred, sounding proud as he gave his friend’s ass a swat. “Here. You can wear these for now. Won’t matter once we get there anyway,” he said, tossing Noah a pair of thin cotton shorts and another oversized muscle shirt. Unlike the day before, his friend didn’t argue about a lack of underwear, or stop to point out the way his fattened cock was clearly visible bouncing against the thin material as it wedged between his plump cheeks. Nor did he complain about the way his hairy belly was exposed through the open sides of his shirt, his every intimate inch still fully accentuated and on display though he was technically clothed. Gabe couldn’t help but notice the look of satisfaction on his friend’s face when he slipped into a similar outfit himself, the kind of eager expression a younger sibling wore when mimicking an older brother. He grabbed a cigar remnant from the humidor on his way out the door, grinning and shaking his head as he stuck it in his mouth and saw the eager look on Noah’s face. “You’re not old enough yet, kid.”

Noah started to point out that he was technically a few months older than Gabe, but he bit his tongue. “Yes sir,” he pouted, his crestfallen expression turning into an eager smile when his friend threw a massive arm around him. He leaned into the embrace, more than happy to let his friend show him off as they strolled across town from the bigger man’s apartment to the Temple.

Gabe gave an impressed grunt when they stepped into the lobby and Noah stripped down without having to be told, his friend’s stout cock rocketing to attention as soon as he was naked. “Good boy,” he said, rubbing Noah’s hairy belly. “You remember the rules?”

“Yes sir,” the blonde nodded, sounding almost excited.

Gabe stayed silent as he opened the door and led the way deeper inside, feeling a palpable energy in the air. He’d been drawn to the Temple ever since his first visit, always feeling better when he left than when he’d arrived, but now it was as if the very atmosphere itself was charged, like walking through a cloud of smoke that he felt instead of saw. It made his own cock throb in response, and the buzzing bear had shucked his muscle shirt before he’d even realized it.

“So it worked?” Gabe turned to see Caleb, the Brother who’d shown him the trick with Noah, emerge from the weight room. The beefy bull was clad only in a pair of pointlessly small mesh shorts, while a towering young wall of naked hair and muscle followed behind, the exposed stud’s log of a cock just as hard and eager as the beefy blonde’s. Gabe knew the hirsute hunk’s name was Matt, but all that mattered at the moment was his status as Caleb’s Acolyte. Like the older man, Matt’s scalp was smooth and shiny, his sharply-featured face bearing a broad mustache instead of a beard. He wasn’t much older than Gabe or Noah, and he’d been around their same size when he’d first arrived at the Temple, but he’d quickly grown into an ageless Adonis. Where the stocky blonde became thick and round, Matt had become sculpted and defined, though his shredded physique was obscured by the dense chocolate pelt that covered him from the neck down.

“Sort of,” Gabe shrugged. It didn’t go exactly the way I wanted it to, but…wait…how could you tell?”

Caleb chuckled and folded his arms across his barrel torso. “Same way you can. You feel it, right? Just open your eyes.”

Gabe took a deep breath and nodded, his eyes going wide when he began to perceive a faint aura around the older man, like a rippling heat mirage above hot pavement. He could see the energy spread around Matt when the handsome furball stood close, the way his own did around Noah when he turned to gawk at his friend. “Oh. Fuck.”

“Congratulations,” Caleb barked, clapping Gabe on a meaty shoulder. “Now you can tap into it. For real, I mean. Not just for yourself. And it went EXACTLY as it should have. Don’t ever doubt that.” He grinned over at Noah and gave the shorter man’s buzzed head a rough rub. “Good job on helping the big guy out, runt.”

Noah beamed, his cock twitching at the sensation of the older man’s rough palm on his scalp. He couldn’t help but think back to the entirely different sensation of that same hand spreading his virgin hole wide, the memory making him squirm. “Thank you, sir,” he said, trying not to stare at Caleb’s naked companion.

“About that…” Gabe said, his bushy brow furrowed. “Why now? Why can I suddenly do all this? What changed?”

“He did,” Caleb said, reaching over to give Noah’s cock a tug. “You want to just change yourself? No problem. You want to spread the gift around? I mean, really spread it around? You need a connection…an anchor. Didn’t anyone explain this part to you yet? That’s what the Acolytes do. Think of this guy as your beefy little battery,” he purred, still stroking. “Right now you need to actually be near each other, but if you’re ready to make this official you can go ask for Its blessing. Then you’ll be connected for good no matter where you are. See?” Caleb motioned for Matt to come over and pointed out what looked like a brand on the stud’s inner thigh. The shape was that of a circle marred by three large slashes across it, made to match the three large claws on each of Its scaled hands. While Noah didn’t love the idea of being permanently marked, he was enjoying the view of Matt’s massive cock. Instead of being embarrassed at his own aroused state or his thickened physique, all he could think about was how good it would feel to lace his fingers through the handsome man’s copious hair and go for a ride. “Plenty of time for that later,” Caleb said, reading the shorter man’s desire. “If you want it. So what’ll it be? You’ve both had a taste of this set-up…is this what you want?” The older man looked briefly at Gabe, but it was clear the question was meant for Noah. After all, it would be the stocky stud who was submitting, who was giving up a measure of his own freedom in exchange for a kind of connection few would ever come close to experiencing.

Noah looked at the others, his heart racing as he thought about all the impossible events that had occurred in such a short amount of time. He could still clearly remember what his life and body had been like only a few days prior, but, instead of wanting to return to that life, it just felt empty. Compared with how it felt to wake up in Gabe’s arms, to be looked after and taken care of by the bigger man and the Brothers at the Temple, there was no question at all. “Yes sir. Absolutely, sir,” he said, his voice firm with conviction.

Caleb turned to Gabe, who was already nodding. “Of course,” Gabe grunted, not thinking at all about the promised power their coupling could bring. He’d wanted Noah with him on this journey from the start. They’d already been friends, and now that they had a chance to become something more Gabe wasn’t going to waste the opportunity. It wasn’t about one of them having control or authority over the other; it was about each of them playing their role in a bigger picture. They’d still be the friends they’d always been, but now they’d be so much more on top of that, both to each other and to anyone else who wanted to feel Its gift. Gabe had known that from the start, and he was thrilled to see that his friend was already catching on.

“Good,” Caleb said, turning to Matt. “Go round up whoever’s here and have ‘em meet us at the altar. If you boys want to do this now, that is.”

“Why not,” Gabe said, throwing an arm around his friend as they made their way to the center of the Temple.

Noah shivered as they stepped into the chapel, both from the memory of what happened last time he was in this room, and from the sight of the thing in the center. The taxidermied monstrosity stood on the same pedestal as the last time he’d seen it, but he was certain its body was in a different position. That certainty hit him again and again, as every time he blinked the creature seemed to be in a different pose. He started to ask Gabe about it, but the question dried up in his throat when he turned to find his friend as naked as himself, with Caleb, Matt, and several beefy strangers filtering in to line the room. He leaned over and started to whisper, “so, uh, how does this…”

Gabe cut the shorter man off with a long, rough kiss, his hands exploring every inch of Noah’s beefy new body. Only when his tongue had fully examined the interior of the other man’s mouth did he break it off, and even then it was only so he could instead work his lips down his friend’s thick neck and across the furry, meaty pecs. His tongue lingered on each nipple before lapping down Noah’s belly, eventually finding its way to the blonde’s throbbing, oozing cock.

“Ga…sir…what…what’re you doing…” he stammered, blushing. Noah wasn’t embarrassed at being blown in front of strangers, but at the fact that Gabe was blowing him at all. It felt wrong. It also felt fantastic, but the hefty hunk couldn’t shake the conviction that it should be him on his knees blowing the bigger man. It should be him tongue bathing Gabe, not the other way around.

“Shhhh,” was all the bigger man said, his soft beard sending ripples of pleasure through the gasping blonde as it nestled between his friend’s thick thighs.

Noah was starting to understand, a dawning awareness creeping in through his shared connection with Gabe. It wasn’t simply about him serving the other man. His friend also had a responsibility in their arrangement, and this ceremony demonstrated that. It went without saying that he was infatuated with the hairy hulk, but now Gabe was cementing his own dedication at the feet of their God and in front of the others. This time when Noah was guided to his hands and knees, he knew it wouldn’t be the savage, carnal fucking he’d received during his initiation. He wouldn’t be greeted by everyone present as he had then, only by Gabe. And even then, when the bigger man draped against him and slipped inside, it was a slow, passionate embrace, not a rapid hammering. Like he had that morning, Gabe let Noah’s body dictate where and how fast things went, their pleasure joining together until they couldn’t tell where one of them ended and the other began. They both gasped and grunted and moaned, a display of vulnerability that Noah knew would be rare to see from Gabe going forward, so the weight of it didn’t escape him in the moment. They came in unison again, only this time Noah felt a brief, searing flash from the side of his left cheek as he sprayed. The pain lasted for a fraction of a second, but he knew what it meant.

“Looks like it’s official,” Gabe said after a few moments of silent panting. “Does it hurt,” he asked, tracing his finger along the familiar brand now adorning Noah’s plump rear.

The spent, dazed blonde shook his head. “No. It did for like a second, but now it’s totally fine,” Noah said as he felt the raised flesh. His stomach fluttered at the sensation, at the realization that he now truly belonged to his friend.

“Just to be safe,” Gabe grinned, leaning over to give the symbol a lingering kiss as Caleb approached.

“I’d tell you to kiss the bride, but…” the older man laughed. He helped the pair to their feet, looking each of them up and down with a satisfied nod. “You had the dream, right? You know what you need to do?”

Gabe started to ask again how Caleb knew about the dream, but stopped himself. Of course the other man knew. “Go out and share the gift, right?”

“You got it. Only you’re not gonna have to go far. Trust me. They’ll come to you two,” Caleb winked. “If you thought the effect you had on people before was strong…just wait’ll you see it now.”

“Can’t wait,” Gabe grunted, giving his friend’s branded rear a squeeze.

After making the celebratory rounds with the other Brothers, he and Noah grudgingly cleaned up, ready to go out and test their newfound purpose in the world. Gabe was proud of the way his friend immediately slipped into his role, speaking only when spoken to and addressing everyone with the appropriate title. It wasn’t that Acolytes like Noah and Matt were treated as less than or excluded, just that the ways they were included differed from the Brothers. And when they were left on their own, the Acolytes were free to converse with each other as casually as they wanted.

Matt and Noah quickly started chatting each other up while Gabe and Caleb were off talking to the Brothers, with the bald beefcake giving his stocky new friend as many pointers as he could. He explained how he’d once been slender and smooth, and how embarrassed he’d been at first by his shiny scalp and full-body pelt, but how much he’d come to relish it now. There was nothing he wouldn’t do for Caleb, and he’d be thrilled in the process, no matter how mortifying his old self would have found it. Noah could attest to that, as evidenced by the casual way he already regarded his exposed state. Standing naked and hard with Matt felt as natural as if he’d been fully clothed, and the beefy blonde had no doubt he’d have felt just at home if Gabe picked him up and started fucking him on a table in front of everyone. He actually wanted him to do that last part, and he was slightly disappointed when the bigger man instead said it was time for them to go. Noah had come to regard his exposure as so natural that he even started to leave without getting dressed at all, with Gabe letting him make it to the front door before reminding him. He pulled the thin shorts back on even though it felt wrong to cover his new brand, but Noah left the shirt off, feeling an increased need to let himself be seen.

And seen they were. More heads than ever seemed to turn in their direction as they made their way back to Gabe’s apartment, a fact that the hairy hulk relished. He had his hand down the back of Noah’s shorts as they walked, had the blonde’s cock half-hard and bouncing noticeably, but no one said anything. All anyone did was look on; the women with disinterest, and the men with barely concealed lust in their eyes. At the same time, Gabe looked back, seeing the now-familiar aura that surrounded everyone and everything, an aura that he and Noah could bend and shape.

When they reached the apartment and saw Tom trotting towards them from the opposite direction with a pair of men in tow, Gabe wasn’t surprised. Caleb had said people would seek him out, and after their previous encounter it made sense that Tom would be the first to bring pilgrims.

“Oh! Dudes! Good timing,” the chocolate-haired hunk waved. It was already clear by the long, swaying snake bouncing against the front of his joggers that Tom didn’t have any underwear on, nor did he seem to care. The handsome swimmer appeared nothing but casual in a small, cropped t-shirt, putting more of himself on display than he usually did outside of the pool. “We were actually coming to see you,” he said, motioning to the wide-eyed duo behind him. “Do you know Ryan and Mike?” Tom pointed to a stocky, dark-haired jock with an olive complexion and a build like a more athletic version of Noah’s, and then to a taller, pretty-boy blonde, respectively.

“I think I’ve seen you guys around,” Gabe said, purposely eyeing the pair. He nodded at the shorter one with dark hair and prominent stubble, cocking his head as he drank in the confused desire wafting off the addled jock. He could almost feel it on a physical level, like the subtle pull of a magnet. He knew it had been there ever since his own dramatic transformation, but now that he was learning how to single out the sensation he couldn’t stop feeling it. “You’re on the wrestling team, right?”

Ryan blushed when he realized he was silently staring and quickly nodded. “Uh, yeah. Mike and I live together…he knows Tom from the pool,” he said, trying to shift the attention over to his taller friends.

Gabe instead kept his eyes focused on the stocky jock, noticing the twitching in the front of the other man’s shorts when he leaned into the magnetic pull. He grinned as Ryan’s face went a deeper shade, letting the handsome little stud squirm before slowly looking over at his friends. “You said you were coming to see us?”

Tom nodded, seeming nowhere near as anxious as his companions. “We all had some fun last night, and these guys were hoping you could do for them what you did for me.”

“Dude!” It was Mike’s turn to blush. “I thought we weren’t going to tell people about that,” he sputtered.

“What’s the big deal,” Tom shrugged. “YOU were putting your dick in ME, not the other way around. So you blew Ryan? Who gives a shit?”

Noah chuckled at the mortified jocks’ stricken expressions. He wasn’t surprised to see Tom so uninhibited, and like Gabe he could feel the pulsing, lustful energy wafting off the duo, but he could empathize with their confusion. “Maybe we should go talk about this inside,” he offered.

Gabe just grunted and headed for the door, leaving it up to the others as to whether or not they’d follow, though there was never really any doubt. A few minutes later they were all standing in awkward silence in his musky apartment, the flustered jocks looking like deer in headlights. Their eyes went even wider when Noah began disrobing without warning, but Gabe wasn’t going to make it easy for them. With his two friends there’d already been a connection, he’d already been close to Noah and Tom, and he needed to see if that had any effect on how he impacted others. He could feel the jocks’ arousal, he knew they were eager participants, so he needed to see how far he could take it with people who were basically strangers. “Strip,” he said, his tone flat.

“Uh…” Ryan hesitated, but Tom quickly stepped in.

“Guys, I told you…it’s cool,” the handsome brunette said as he peeled out of his t-shirt. “What did you think was going to happen?” Before shucking his own pants, he reached out and quickly tugged Ryan’s shorts down, along with the other man’s underwear, letting the dark-haired hunk’s imposingly thick cock spring free. “There. Now we’ve all seen it.”

“You’re such a dick,” the stocky jock grumbled, reluctantly stepping out of his pants and slipping free of his shirt. His furry, prominent pecs heaved as he stood naked and hard, waiting for Mike and Tom to join him, but he made no move to try and cover himself. On Tom’s other side, the lean, sandy-haired man’s sculpted frame looked every bit as impressive as his teammate’s, with the only real difference between them being his achingly hard cock compared to the brunette’s limp hose.

Gabe nodded in approval as he looked at the naked group. It all just felt right. For the first time in his young life the bearded hulk knew his purpose unquestioningly. He knew he hadn’t been chosen just to change himself; he’d been chosen so he could help change the world. Gabe didn’t know what made him so special as to be one of Its prophets, but that wasn’t how faith worked. Why he was chosen didn’t matter, only that he was. And that he fulfilled his calling. “So you want to be like Tom?”

“No!” Ryan said, shaking his head as he looked over at Mike, who did the same. “At least, not exactly. Tom’s…I mean, I’ve never felt anything like last night. Dude’s incredible with that ass…” he trailed off, his whole body going pink as his cock spasmed at the memory.

“I think what Ryan’s trying to say is…last night we…the three of us…” Mike added, though he seemed just as tongue-tied. “Look…guy or girl, I’ve never been with anyone who made me feel that good. I’ve…we’ve…never been with anyone who turned us on so much. Fuck…it’s weird, right? Getting that hard over a dude? But…I mean…holy shit. Tom said you made it happen, and that you could make it happen for us too if we wanted.”

Ryan nodded, jumping back in. “Yeah, but, no offense bro,” he said, looking bashfully back at Tom as he grabbed his log of a cock, “I’m not looking to give this up.”

“Fuck, dude, I certainly don’t want you to,” the chocolate-haired hunk laughed. He stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Ryan from behind, running his fingers along the other man’s burly torso before gripping the aching organ. “Not after what you did with it last night.” Ryan gasped and pumped his hips on instinct to thrust his throbbing club through the other man’s hand. Instead of pulling away from the embrace he leaned into it, a shiver running through him as he was stroked in front of everyone.

“So THAT’S what you want,” Gabe said, a statement, not a question. He could feel Ryan’s desire on a primitive level, how much the other man enjoyed the body-to-body contact of wrestling. Ryan loved the writhing and the manhandling and the exertion, the satisfaction of the sweaty stink. The stocky jock loved the way his imposing bulge looked in his singlet, loved checking out the other guys, too, and the solidarity that came with their awkward exposure. Now that the wrestler had fooled around with Tom and MIke and had that door opened, he wanted to experience all of it from that new perspective. He didn’t want to have to pretend or hide what he was after while rolling around on the mat; he wanted it to be seen by all. “And what about you,” Gabe asked, turning his attention to the shredded blonde.

“Oh, uh, I don’t know. I mean, Tom sure seemed like he was having a blast, but I kinda like the big guy,” he said, giving his long, thin pole a tug.

“But that’s not all you like,” Gabe grunted, egging him on.

Mike opened and closed his mouth a few times, an increasingly pained expression on his face as he glanced over at Tom and Ryan. “I…fuck this is weird to say…I really liked blowing these guys,” he finally admitted. “I don’t know why! It was just…it was just fun. The way it felt…the taste of it…I mean, I love getting head, but I never thought giving it would be like that. Even sucking on Tom’s limp dick was…” The broad-shouldered blonde’s eyes were glued to the floor by the time he trailed off, but his cock was harder than ever. “I can’t believe I just said that out loud.”

“If it makes you feel any better, you were reeeeeaaaaally good at it,” Ryan offered, still leaning into Tom’s embrace.

“I think we can make this happen,” Gabe nodded, his head filling with images of the pair’s desire. Unlike with Tom, the furry giant knew he didn’t need to try and force anything. All he had to do was connect with Noah, to tap into Its power, and It would do the rest. Gabe heard the beefy blonde gasp behind him, just before a surge of power nearly knocked him off his feet. It was nothing like before, nothing like he’d ever felt, and nothing he could even hope to hold back. Once the door was opened, the most he could do was let the energy flow and trust that It would do the right thing. It hadn’t led him or Noah or Tom astray, and Gabe had no reason to think that it would start now.

He watched Ryan and Mike go tense as their worlds were reshaped. The olive-hued wrestler’s cock started twitching and oozing as it swelled, pushing past its wide seven inches to a hefty ten, with his churning balls swelling to match. The girthy monster would be more noticeable than ever in a singlet, especially considering how quick it would be to go hard. As soon as Ryan made contact with another man, which would happen almost constantly as his mere presence would now compel them to touch and manhandle the stocky jock, his hefty club would spring to life, signaling to the many guys who would find themselves interested that he was ready to put it to use. At the same time, the raven dusting he’d already sported thickened into a pettable pelt, a silky carpet dense enough for fingers to lace through. In a matter of moments he’d become a hung, hairy hunk, a teddy-bear top who could now writhe, wrestle or cuddle his way into as many eager partners as possible.

Mike’s transformation was just as obvious, though in an entirely different way. While Ryan’s cock expanded, the blonde’s chiseled jaw did the same, widening to almost comical proportions as his soft lips swelled and his hair fell away. At least from his scalp. While his head went smooth and shiny, the rest of his lean frame began to sprout, a silky golden layer spreading across his pecs and down the center of his abs in a thick trail, only to reappear at the tops of his toned thighs. The end result was a face that went from “cute boy-next-door” to “lantern-jawed fleshlight,” his striking new features and supple mouth making every man who looked at him immediately think the same thing. And if his features alone weren’t enough, the fact that Mike would now bring the subject up whenever he could, all while flashing an excessive amount of silky skin, would make the outcome all but inevitable. He was a dick-sucking, speedo-clad stud, an eager, hairy exhibitionist ready to drop to his knees at a moment’s notice.

Gabe was stunned at how easily everything changed. Even though the alterations were far more detailed and contextually complex than with Tom, the end result was nearly effortless. Whether the changes to their body hair had been sought after or simply a side effect of Its power he wasn’t sure, but neither man seemed to mind. He looked over at Noah as the energies ebbed, pulling the blonde into his arms and giving his buzzed scalp a rough rub. “Good boy,” he rumbled.

“That was…that felt incredible…” was all Noah could say, his head spinning as he looked at the altered pair. “Did we really do that?”

“It did,” Gabe corrected. “We just helped things along.”

“Oh…oh my god…” Ryan groaned, suddenly squirming in Tom’s grip. “Holy shit! I’m fuckin’ hairy as hell! Did my dick get bigger?”

“Looks like it,” Mike laughed, licking his altered lips. His eyes went wide when he reached up and ran his fingers along his widened jaw, with one of the digits slipping into the eager opening while his free hand slid around his smooth scalp. “Is my…did my face get weird? Am I bald?!”

“I wouldn’t call it weird,” Tom purred. “ And that head is gonna look real nice when it’s wet and dripping. Fuck…if I still got hard I know exactly what I’d be doing with it.”

“Still can,” Mike said without hesitation. “Same for this big guy,” he added, dropping to his knees and easily swallowing the entirety of Ryan’s inflated organ. The stocky jock moaned and arched his back, clinging to Tom’s arms as they wrapped around him.

“Oh fuck…oh fuck dude…” he panted, his enlarged cock more sensitive than ever.

“Maybe I was….too quick…to rule shit…out…” Mike slurred between mouthfuls of his friend’s club. “Tom could be…onto…something here…”

“I told you,” the brunette sighed, tweaking Ryan’s nubby nipples. “But I got next.”

“Might…need a…a minuuuUUNNNGGHH…!” The stocky stud shuddered and came, with Mike easily gulping down every ounce of the ample eruption.

The former blonde gave a satisfied sigh and sat back on his legs as he let the softening organ drop from his precision mouth, feeling more content than ever as he stroked on his own aching log and gazed up at his friends, running a hand through his newly-acquired fur. Given his relatively tall height he was more used to looking down, and he absolutely relished his new view. “Goddamn that tastes good,” he chuckled, surprised to find that he wasn’t the least bit embarrassed to be jerking himself off in a stranger’s apartment after just blowing a man. “Whoa…this…this is wild…” he said after failing to muster even a shred of the emotion.

“I know, right,” Ryan agreed, his spent cock already pulsing back to life. “Am I…I’m going to be, like, walking around hard all the time,” he said, sounding more amazed than worried. “Everyone’s going to see it.”

“And feel it,” Gabe said, grinning. “Your matches just got a lot more fun.”

Mike grinned as he thought about Ryan’s monster cock achingly on display for a gym full of people, even as it occurred to him that he’d be strutting around in skimpy shorts or situationally inappropriate swimwear, offering to blow any guy who so much as looked at him. “But…won’t people freak out?”

Gabe shook his head. “Did you freak out with Tom? You knew it was a little weird, but you went with it, right? Same thing goes for you guys. Might be a few awkward conversations at first, but…” he trailed off and gave Noah’s belly a rub. “People get used to it fast, right?”

“Yes sir,” the blonde nodded. “Just go with it.”

Gabe watched Mike and Ryan exchange a quick glance before they both shrugged. He knew the pair would have an easier time than Tom or Noah, he’d been able to feel the inhibitions slip away as their new lives settled into place, and it would only get easier with practice. He picked up the nearby stub of a cigar and lit it at that last thought, taking in a satisfied mouthful of the tangy tobacco. His body hummed as if he’d just taken Noah for a ride, which he’d be doing momentarily, and, after that, he knew it was only a matter of time before word spread and he’d have even more people showing up at his door, looking to feel Its touch. Men who wanted to grow, or shrink, who wanted hair, or muscle, or something else altogether. Maybe even men who’d join the Order, if that’s what It wanted. Gabe didn’t know if there was some master plan or great design to all of this, or whether or not It got something in return for Its gifts, but he wasn’t worried. He had his faith. He smiled and passed the cigar down to Noah, who beamed as he took a drag. “I’d call this a good start, wouldn’t you?”

The brawny blonde puffed out a cloud and rested his head against the bigger man’s furry slab of a chest. “Yes sir.”

*** Thanks for reading! If you liked what you read and want more, you can find it here. And please pardon the dust as I try to consolidate everything under the “Titus” name. Same old ScreamingMoist, just trying to streamline. ***