Interactive: Preying at The Altar, Finale (Patreon)

Braden felt the sticky fluid begin to stiffen.  Like water turning to ice, it expanded as it hardened, taking on the same rough texture as the stone beneath him.  

“No!  Please! I’m sorry! Don’t do this!” Braden shrieked as the enveloping firmness crept inexorably up his trembling body.  It was reaching along his sides and up the back of his head.  

“Have a bit of dignity,” the creature next to him hissed.  It had shed all pretense of humanity, taking on it’s monstrous, spindly form.  It’s many legs twitched excitedly as it’s toothy gash of a mouth spread into a broad smile.  “You performed your rites here.  You opened the door.  You called to the other side and the other side answered.” Braden desperately tried to pull his head away as the creature leaned in close, its clawed, hairy fingers gently caressing his forehead.  Its breath was like ice and smelled of rotting flowers.  “This is your gift,” it chittered, razor teeth clacking.  “Men have killed for the knowledge that you now hold.  Never forget.”  

Braden thrashed uselessly against the growing cocoon.  His horrified face was all that remained free, and not for much longer.  The encasing hardness spread up over his chin while it flowed down his forehead to meet in the middle.  Braden had one last look at the clear night sky and the constellations that seemed to swirl and move before he was entombed.  

The silence was deafening.  Braden couldn’t hear his own breathing or his heart beat.  Even the usual ringing in his ears was absent.  He couldn’t move or feel any sensation.  There was no rough stone against his skin or temperature of any kind, and the darkness was complete.  He wondered if this was what being dead was like; trapped in a body, still aware, but helpless.  Images of his friends and what had been done to them seemed to float before him in the void.  He saw himself from the creature’s vantage, his handsome, powerful body glued to the slab by his own oozing cum.  

“I’m dead,” he thought, unable to speak.  “This is hell...stuck in the dark...reliving this over and over.”  The memories shifted to all the times he and his friends had brought unwitting prey to the stones, only this time his memories had him in the place of the victim.  He saw himself debased and violated over and over by his laughing friends in their original, unaltered bodies.  One by one they transitioned from their former selves to the new versions until they were all going at each other in a frenzy of lust with Braden at the center.  

Sensation came rushing back.  Braden wasn’t floating through a darkened limbo anymore, he was writhing in the middle of his altered friends.  He tried desperately to free himself even as he heard the deep, pleasured moans escaping his lips.  

“Oohhh...n...nooo…” he groaned, trying to scramble away. He felt invisible bonds holding him in place and thrashed harder.  “No...nnnoooo….NOOO!” Braden was blinded by a sudden light and felt himself falling.  Instead of the endless drifting through darkness, the falling sensation only lasted a second before he landed on the floor of his bedroom in a tangle of blankets.  

“Oh fuck...oh fuck…” he panted, his thick chest heaving.  Instead of sticky cum, he was covered in glistening sweat, and instead of a stone cocoon, he was bound up in blankets.  He frantically pulled the bedding from him and bounded down the hallway to the bathroom.  The water was still ice cold as he staggered into the shower and started scrubbing himself until the soap ran out.  “Just a dream...just a dream…” he stammered over and over while he inspected every inch of himself.  He could still practically feel the warm, sticky cum covering him from head to toe.  His brawny frame appeared unchanged but he couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling as he toweled off and stared at himself in the mirror.  His thick brown hair and handsome features looked the same, and as he flexed his powerful arms, his beefy, ample muscles looked the way they should.  

He laughed at himself for getting so worked up over a nightmare as he sauntered down the hall to the kitchen.  “It felt so real…” he said under his breath, the dream replaying in his mind as he stood naked at the counter and made coffee.  He hoped the caffeine would help get rid of the groggy disorientation he was feeling.  While the memories of the dream were vivid, he couldn’t remember what he’d done the night before.  It was already early afternoon so he’d clearly had a late night, but doing what was the question.  He grabbed his coffee and headed back for his room, shaking his head to try and clear the mental cobwebs.  He paused just outside the threshold, his heart starting to race as he looked down and noticed that he was carrying two mugs.  Looking back up, he saw that he wasn’t alone.  

“Is that coffee I smell?”  

Braden’s jaw dropped in shock when he saw a sleepy Dave roll over in bed.  His friend looked the way he’d ended up in the nightmare; beefy, rugged, and middle aged.  It had been one thing watching it happen from a distance, but seeing Dave’s plumped, hairy pecs and salt-and-pepper beard, and hearing his deep, hoarse rumble in person was another matter entirely.  Braden’s knees went weak and his stomach fluttered, but as his eyes came to rest on the large tent in the thin sheet, he realized it wasn’t from fear.  He felt his cock throb and looked down in confused terror when he saw that it was not only still soft, it looked considerably larger.  His thick six inches looked closer to nine, but despite the rush of arousal he felt at the sight of his friend, it hung long and limp in front of his inflated balls.  He remembered how Nate’s cock had grown, but unlike his friend’s permanent rigidity, his enlarged hose showed no signs of life.  

“Everything okay,” Dave asked, a sleepy grin on his weathered face as he watched Braden stare at himself.  

Braden didn’t know how to respond.  The room felt like it was spinning around him and the floor had dropped out from beneath him.  A hissing voice in his head whispered “never forget” as he opened his mouth to speak.  “Uh...yeah...I think…” he said softly.  He’d wanted to unleash a frenzied recounting of his dream and what had happened to his friend, but the words didn’t come.  He tried again, only managing to say “I made coffee!”  

“I can see that,” Dave laughed, sitting up in bed as Braden brought it over.  “Whoa! Careful!” he said when the younger man suddenly stumbled, nearly dropping one of the mugs onto the bed.  

“Sorry...I tripped over my own feet…” Braden stammered, unsure of what just happened.  He’d been in mid-step when his legs felt awkward and cumbersome.  It only lasted a moment, but he’d nearly fallen.  

“It’s okay,” Dave said with a wry grin, “any excuse to see those bounce.”  

Braden felt another stab of horror when Dave’s hand slapped against his bare cheeks and he felt an unaccustomed ripple of flesh.  Turning to look in the mirror above his dresser, Braden saw that his solid globes had inflated to an impossible size.  They were like rounded shelves jutting out from his lower back and defying gravity in the process.  He immediately thought of Chris and the way his friend’s tight bubble had grown when he saw them shake with the slightest movement.  

“Thanks for making coffee,” Dave yawned, his rough palm sliding from Braden’s cheek to rest on a meaty thigh.  He raised an eyebrow as he gazed at his friend and casually hefted the heavy hose dangling in front of him.  “I can think of something else I’d rather sip on first.”  

Braden let out a long, low moan when the other man took the mug from his hand, setting it aside as he slurped Braden’s limp cock into his mouth.  Though he stayed soft, overwhelming jolts of pleasure shot through him, feeling more intense than they would have had he been hard.  He felt his bubbling new backside shake as he squirmed and whimpered in place while Dave kneaded his inflated balls with his free hand.  His friend’s gray-tinged stubble scratched along the underside of his limp cock as he slowly ran his tongue along it.  “Dave...ohhhh...we...you…” Braden tried desperately to tell his friend about what happened but failed time and again.  

“Alright...alright…” Dave finally said, misinterpreting Braden’s pleading moans, “...we’ll get to the backside.”  He smirked as he pulled Braden down onto the bed face-first and clambered on top of him.   

Braden let out a contented sigh as Dave massaged his shoulders.  The feeling of being straddled, with his friend’s hard, heavy cock and hairy balls on his back, made him feel strangely secure.  He gave a quick giggle when Dave’s rough stubble tickled his sensitive lower back, the laugh turning into a shriek when he felt his cheeks parted and a warm tongue press against his hole.  “OOOOhhhaaahhh!”  He clutched at the sheets and pressed back with his hips while Dave covered every inch.  The stubble that made him giggle now brought tears of joy to his eyes as it lit his body up with pleasure.  He whimpered and begged continuously, experiencing bliss like he’d never felt before.  His limp cock was forgotten under the older man’s oral onslaught.  

“You know how much I love breakfast in bed,” Dave laughed when he paused to catch his breath.  Braden, who was breathing just as hard and heavy, could only bury his face against the mattress.  He felt a sharp jab of pain in his head that dulled the sensation when Dave went back to work.  He tried to ignore it, but a few moments later it was followed by another, and then another.  The disorientation he’d felt since waking up started to grow and Braden fought desperately against it.  He knew what was happening.  He’d taken on changes like Nate and Chris, which meant it was Ryan’s turn.  He screamed internally at the thought of becoming like his now-dimwitted friend, but it seemed inevitable.  Already he was having a hard time focusing on anything other than his overwhelming lust.  “Fuck...fuuuuuuuuuck….” he cried.  

“Okay...okay…” Dave sighed, not knowing the real source of Braden’s desperation as he reluctantly pulled his face from between the cresting mounds.   In one quick move he had Braden on his back with his burly legs in the air while he plunged inside.  

Braden clutched at Dave’s broad back and gasped wordlessly, literally unable to comprehend the pleasure he felt.  His thoughts were like molasses, coming in slow and thick as he tried to process what was happening.  He whimpered pathetically, his meaty pecs shaking from the pounding he was receiving.  The assault on his eager hole coupled with the silky hairs on Dave’s stomach working his soft cock as it wedged between them made it impossible to focus on anything else.  The old Braden was still moving at his normal mental speed, but he was helpless to do anything other than watch.  He could scream at himself all he wanted, but it was as effective as yelling at the TV during a baseball game.  All he could do was gaze up longingly at the older man who was bringing him so much joy.  

Flashes of his nightmare came back when he felt the stream of warm, sticky cum spread onto his stomach and chest.  Unlike his time spent on the altar, this stream wasn’t endless and only left a large puddle that streamed down the sides of his firm stomach while Dave gave a few long, last thrusts before spraying inside him.  Braden beamed from a sense of simple pride, happy that he was responsible for making his friend feel so good.  

“Whooo...shit, babe, you were on fire this morning,” Dave said as he let Braden’s legs drop and fell onto the bed next to him.  

“It was fun!” Braden managed to say after considerable effort.  He leaned into Dave’s furry torso as they sat in bed and drank their now-cold coffee.  Dave clicked the TV on to catch the middle of a football game, but it was more than Braden could follow.  He should have known it by heart, but the announcers could have been speaking a foreign language and the pace was like lightning to his slowed brain.  While he screamed internally, Braden snuggled under Dave’s heavy arm and ran his fingers through the dense hair on his strong chest. 

When the game was over they finally forced themselves out of bed to shower and eat.  While Dave pulled on a pair of briefs and a tight t-shirt that showed off his bulging torso, Braden stayed naked.  He knew Dave liked to look at his young, muscular frame and he wanted to do whatever it took to make him happy.   He winced inside every time he felt his dangling hose swing or his cheeks shake as he followed his aged friend around like a puppy.  Simple, everyday tasks were a chore and it finally occurred to him why Dave had seemed so oddly proud that Braden had made the coffee that morning.  

The old Braden felt himself breaking.  While he was painfully aware, it was clear that Dave had no memory of a life before this new reality.  Braden recalled the hissing voice and knew there would be no blissful ignorance for him.  He was fully aware as he scampered naked around the apartment that his life would be drastically different from now on.  On top of his impossible ass and limp, huge cock, he could barely read the pile of junk mail that sat on the table.  When Dave told him something he forgot it almost immediately, and that was if he understood it in the first place.  The old Braden wanted to cry as he fondled his limp monster mindlessly while watching Dave stand at the counter in his tight briefs cooking.  The formerly straight, arrogant stud was buried completely.  With his ample build he was still a hunk, but he’d realized while trying to keep up with the football game that the only thing he could even remotely focus on was how cute the players were, and he didn’t even understand what the word “arrogant” meant anymore.  All he wanted was to make other guys happy the way he made Dave happy.  

“Alright big guy, we’ve gotta get going.  We’re supposed to meet the guys to catch Chris’s show tonight.”  

“Okay!” Braden said happily, still beaming with pride after having helped clean up the dishes.  He followed Dave into the bedroom and watched his friend pull on a pair of jeans that showed off his thick lower half before opening a dresser drawer.  

“Hhmm...what color do you want tonight?  Green?  Or blue?”  

Braden furrowed his brow as he thought about it.  “Umm...green!” he finally decided, flashing the same dim smile when Dave handed him a lime green thong.  He slid it up his firm thighs and giggled when he felt the string wedge between his bouncing cheeks.  The front bulged to capacity while his backside was left totally exposed.  The only other clothing Dave handed him was a black and pink striped tank-top that accentuated every one of the bulging muscles on his torso as it came to rest on the supple shelf formed by his new rear.  After letting Dave style his chocolate brown locks, the old Braden felt yet another part of himself chip away.  He followed Dave outside with no pants and knew that, like Nate, his enlarged package would always be on display, but unlike Nate, it would never again be hard.  

The drive to the club was a blur of unfamiliar twists and turns.  Braden knew that he should know the area like the back of his hand, but after the first turn he was hopelessly lost.  Dave seemed to know the way, though, and that was good enough for him.  While his friend drove, he stared out the window and played absentmindedly with the bright material of his skimpy underwear.  He kept pushing his thick quads together to force his package forward, liking the way it felt rubbing against the pouch.  Dave would just laugh and shake his head while the old Braden pleaded with himself to stop.  

As soon as they reached the club, Braden knew he still hadn’t hit rock bottom.  Staring at the other young men in the room, he no longer viewed them as his peers or even his competition.  Like Dave, all he wanted was to prostrate himself before them and let them have their way with him.  His old self was mortified at the thought of walking around in the thong, but his new self loved it when guys stared at his massive bulge and his bouncing rear.  

“Hey!  There you are!”  Braden turned just in time to find himself swallowed in a bear hug from Nate.  He loved how his large, tattooed friend’s solid, exposed cock wedged between them as he buried his head into the other man’s large pecs.  

“Don’t I get one?”  Braden felt Nate let go, but before he could move he was wrapped in a set of beefy arms from behind.  He turned in the other man’s grip and found himself matching Ryan’s dull smile as the enlarged man palmed both of his cheeks.  

“Hiii!” Braden said excitedly.  His old self swooned at the sight of his altered friends in person.  The reality of watching Nate walk around with a huge, hard cock hanging out was more jarring than he could have imagined, and Ryan was practically a stranger.  It was bad enough suddenly being shorter than someone he used to tower over, but the bigger man was also wearing clothes that looked at least a size too small, leaving a patch of his hairy stomach exposed and letting everyone see the shrunken lump in his pants.   

“Come on!”  While Nate and Dave went to the bar, Ryan pulled Braden out onto the dancefloor.  The two addled men drew a crowd as they writhed and gyrated.  Ryan quickly lost his too-small shirt, letting his bulging, hairy chest and furry muscle gut hang free for everyone to see.  Braden couldn’t believe how powerful and masculine his simple minded friend looked as a flurry of men ran their hands through his forest of hair.  Not even the outline of Ryan’s small, hard cock could lessen the impact.  

For his part, Braden felt anything but masculine as he worked his cheeks against crotch after crotch, loving how the denim-covered bulges felt against his bare skin.  Across the room he watched Dave hit on a pair of young men while Nate’s long pole was the focus of attention for another group.  

There was an abrupt pause when the music stopped, only to be replaced by a steady, pulsing beat.  All eyes were on the stage as Chris came strutting out in a sparkly silver bikini that bulged impressively, but the barely-covered cheeks were the real stars of the show.  Braden couldn’t believe that he was actually watching his arrogant friend dance across the stage, or the joy he felt when Chris winked down at him.  The athletic young man looked like he had a disco ball strapped to his lower back as the sparkly underwear shimmered and shook while he moved.  The crowd erupted when he pulled the back down to let his plump cheeks shake freely with a smug grin on his face.  

Braden was so captivated that he almost missed Chris motioning for him to join him.  The old Braden tried his hardest to keep himself from clambering up onto the stage but it was a lost cause.  He grinned from ear to ear when the crowd cheered as he gave his hips a shake.  Acting as though he’d done this before, he lifted and flexed his muscular arms to let Chris pull his shirt free and the two fell into rhythm, twerking and clapping their mammoth globes in time.  Braden’s stuffed pouch flopped about wildly until it lost its precarious hold and his long, thick hose slipped free.  The crowd roared as it slapped against his stomach and thighs while his backside worked the room.  

Still strutting around the stage with his friend, the old Braden froze while surveying the room.  Behind the sea of lustful faces, standing in the corner he spotted a small, dapper man smiling at him.  He wanted to jump off the stage and beg the man to fix things, to not leave him and his friends this way.  His frantic desperation was so great that he felt like he could almost make it happen, but as he watched, the man gave a slight nod and walked out the door, a huge, misshapen shadow following in his wake.  

“Never forget,” an unseen voice echoed in his head as the crowd cheered.