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Oliver closed his eyes, letting his mind wash over the campus around him.  Against the backdrop of darkness he could see the multitudes of altered men standing out against the void, each one a little beacon of sickly green light.  It was a simple thing for him to bring them into focus, casting his vision around the university as easily as if the men were standing in front of him.  

Though it wasn’t the way he would have preferred, the sight of his patron’s work still took his breath away.  Focusing in on a pair of young men in a dorm, one of them with an impossibly long, rigid cock being worshipped by the other brought with it a sense of awe.  To see flesh molded so easily into so many different forms was to truly witness a miracle.  The beautiful, impossibly built adonises gathering crowds of eager men in their wake, the confused, hungry pairs who’d suddenly swapped body types, the growing number of collateral victims as straight guys all over town started to behave in strange new ways, caught up in the increasing effects of the open rift.  It was a swirling, writhing eddy of beautiful chaos.  

Still, Oliver’s appreciation for the power of the one he worshipped didn’t erase the resentment he held towards Carter for wasting such an opportunity.  He’d managed to do what none of them had.  He’d found the statue.  He’d actually held the key in his hands, something Oliver had spent multiple lifetimes trying to accomplish, and he’d let it go.  

Carter’s base, carnal desires for pleasures of the flesh had shaped the direction of the initial changes whether he’d known it or not.  Had he completed the ritual as he should, Carter could have used the statue to begin building their army.  Women and men alike would have fallen under its sway, their bodies changing to adapt to the conditions that would soon be spilling into their dimension.  But instead of minions paving the way for Those to Come, Oliver found a campus full of addled, sex-crazed men.  

He still couldn’t believe that in his desperation, Carter had unleashed the types of unfettered magic that he had at the police station.  His colleague’s logic was sound, the last thing anyone needed in these situations was law enforcement getting involved and mucking things up, but he’d gone entirely overboard.  Using the unsuspecting detective as a seed to thin the veils of reality was like buttering toast with a sledgehammer.  Had it continued there would have been two open rifts, and instead of ushering in their dread lord they would have been in the middle of an extra-dimensional warzone.  

Oliver managed to dispel the energies before they got entirely out of hand, but now time was a factor.  Sooner or later the haze would wear off and word would start to spread about what happened at the station.  The freakishly altered men would be noticed, as would their wild explanations for how they got that way.  Many officers would abandon their posts out of shock over what they’d done, but some would remain, and those that did would be seeking answers.  Oliver needed to make sure the rift was fully open before that happened.  

In order to do that, he needed to get the original group together at the house.  The ritual would pull the energy from everyone that had been touched since the rift was opened, but he needed the ones who had been affected while the statue was still a key.  It was their energies that would fully open the way.  Had the shrunken young man with the oversized member known that his undirected will was actually opening the door instead of closing it when he’d tossed the statue off the balcony, Oliver doubted he’d have gone through with it.  All that remained was to widen it the rest of the way.  

“Here we are,” Oliver said cheerfully to the pair of men he had in tow.  Randy was bounding eagerly along behind, his tanned, muscled body spilling out of a pair of small running shorts.  Carter’s hairy, apish frame lumbered along next to him, his shortened legs struggling to keep up.  The shrunken brute was similarly clad, leaving his warped new body on display for everyone to see.  

Oliver stepped up on the porch and let himself in, opening the door to find Ethan and Grady standing in the living room.  Both men were nearly naked, Ethan wearing an overly stuffed pair of orange bikini briefs while Grady’s plump rear was lifted by a crimson jock strap.  

“Hey Randy,” the handsome stud with the impossible pecs smiled, waving to the muscled giant as he entered.  “Who’re your friends?”  

“Hi Ethan!” Randy chirped, his eyes automatically landing on the young man’s stuffed bulge.  “This is Carter and Oliver,” he said, sounding proud that he remembered.  

“Hey guys,” Grady purred, shifting his weight and jutting his hip out to one side as he sized up the trio.  

“Yes, yes, nice to meet everyone.  Where are the others?” Oliver said impatiently, waving his hand as he spoke.  A glazed look fell over Ethan and Grady’s expressions as they stared, slack jawed.  

“Liam and Landon are downstairs.  Mark’s up in his room,” Ethan said flatly.  

“Call them in here, please.”  As soon as Oliver asked, Ethan yelled up to Mark while Grady yelled down into the basement.  A few moments later they were greeted by the sight of Mark’s ripped, muscled form descending the stairs, the blonde stud’s buff body clad in a pair of black silk panties that showed off the nearly non-existent nub between his powerful thighs.  Oliver made the same waving gesture before the short bodybuilder could speak and watched Mark’s expression fall slack.  He did the same when a pantsless Landon scampered in, the lithe little man’s huge, rigid cock lifting up the bottom of his shirt like always.  Liam’s naked sea of flesh lumbered in last, his sensitive, inflated body uncovered as none of his clothing fit his enlarged state.  

Oliver sighed, drinking in the swelling energies around them.  If the other altered men on campus were small beacons, this group was made up of spotlights.  Having all six of them near each other was almost overwhelming.  Oliver could feel his lean body vibrating, threatening to lose its current shape against the onslaught.  

“Let’s all head outside, shall we?”  He motioned for them to follow and led them like ducklings out of the house, directing them to form a circle around the rift.  “You can wait on the porch, Carter,” he said, reaching down to pat the other man condescendingly on the head.  “This shouldn’t take long.”  He made another sweeping gesture with his hands as he joined the group, and those passing by on the sidewalk turned their heads and acted like they didn’t see the circle of exposed men standing in the front yard.  

Already, the invisible rift was gradually coming into view.  Each of the six men was surrounded by an aura of green energy, tendrils of which were steadily reaching out towards the floating gash in the fabric of reality.  As the tendrils made contact, the rift grew brighter and brighter until it hovered before them in all it’s terrifying glory.  The starless void was clearly visible on the other side, as were the mountainous beings writhing in that darkness.  One insect-like shape loomed larger than all the rest as it waited patiently for Oliver to begin.  

The thin, well-dressed man was practically giddy as he started his incantation.  The sky above grew thick with dark, swirling clouds, making the green glow surrounding them appear ever brighter as he chanted.  More and more tendrils shot out from the frozen men until Oliver stood surrounded by the countless, glowing appendages.  With each new addition the rift seemed to shudder and grow wider, as though the tendrils were actually prying it open.  Oliver’s chanting was reaching a frenzied pitch, his arms completing the complex gestures so quickly they were a blur.  

As the energies were drawn out of them, all the altered young men could do was stand and watch.  Their bodies were rigid and unresponsive, but their minds were all racing with fear.  Except for Randy.  The trapped professor was waiting for his moment.  After spending agonizing weeks as a helpless witness to his twisted body’s actions, he knew he was only going to have one chance to end all of this.  While Oliver had taunted Carter with his gloating, he’d been listening.  The thin man didn’t know that a spark of Randall’s awareness lurked in the dim hunk’s addled brain, and as such hadn’t watched his tongue.  

Randall was only going to have a split second.  He could see the approaching strands reaching out across the darkened sky as the affected men all over campus had the seeds of their shared energy pulled out of them.   His whole plan hinged on perfect timing.  He hoped that when the ritual reached its climax enough of the unwanted force would have been drawn out to allow him to move.  Already he could feel his mind clearing more with each pulse of wispy emerald light that surged out from him.  With Oliver distracted by trying to open the rift, he could make his move.  

He had one chance.  The entire fate of the world, of their very reality, rested in his hands.  He tensed his unwanted muscles in preparation, straining against the invisible bonds and hoping that his impressive physique was good for something other than sex.  The strands arcing across the sky were reaching closer and closer.  He could hear the beast on the other side now, the monstrous voice shaking his bones and threatening to shatter what remained of his mind.  He could see that the other young men’s faces were pale with fear as they heard it too.  In the face of such immensity he nearly buckled.  He suddenly saw the boot from the ant’s perspective and understood the futility of it all.  Everything he thought he knew about the structure of life crumbled to ash.  

Then he could move.  Movement didn’t require thought, just action.  With a cry that was equal parts horror and rage, Randall’s tensed, powerful arms shot out with lightning quickness.  He seized a surprised Oliver by the back of the neck and hefted him into the air, throwing the smaller man towards the void with such speed that his hands were empty before he’d even realized he was making his move.  The last thing he saw of the thin, well-dressed man was the look of pure hate on his angular face as Oliver’s grasping hands reached out in a futile attempt at catching himself.  There was a ripple in the air like a stone breaking the surface of a pond as he passed through the rift to the void on the other side.  Randall watched Oliver’s eyes go wide, his head turning to look over his shoulder just as a massive, clawed shape plucked him from view.  

The backlash was instantaneous.  All of the energies that had been flowing towards the rift snapped back in a violent explosion as the floating wound slammed shut.  The clouds overhead parted, melting into a steady rain with slim beams of sunlight shining down on the stunned, confused group as nature itself tried to clear away any lingering remains of the abhorrent void.  They stared at themselves and each other with dawning looks of horror, the only sound coming from Carter as he sobbed pitifully on the porch.  

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It would be an overstatement to say that life on campus went back to normal.  There were no more bursts of chaotic energy causing people to change, but the damage that had been done remained in place.  For those unfortunate men that had been caught up in the strange events, their lives were forced to take on a new normal.  

Life at the frat house was certainly never the same.  Everyone’s head finally cleared after Oliver’s sudden disappearance, the clinging fog of the past weeks gradually lifting.  Ethan seemed to take things the hardest.  While the rest of the guys had at least a spark of awareness about their actions, the sandy-haired young stud had almost no memory of recent events.  He remembered finding the statue, and wearing less and less around the house, but that was it.  The massive pecs and enormous ass his body had sprouted were entirely new to him, as was his insatiable desire for other men.  His modest streak making a weak return, the boy-next-door was mortified at the thought that he’d taken a job as a dancer and apparently loved to show off his disproportionate body.  Even with his returned awareness, the pretty boy hunk still found himself struggling to wear much of anything or change his newly acquired habits.  He’d holed up in his room for days after the failed ritual, and when he finally emerged he did so in a pair of lavender briefs and nothing else.  It took Liam pointing it out for him to even notice, and then he did so with only a brief flash of embarrassment.  The sensation of his oversized cheeks hanging exposed from the bottom of his small underwear didn’t even register as odd.  

On top of dealing with the changes to their bodies, it was becoming difficult for all of them to decipher between their original personalities and their new ones.  Grady especially was having a hard time accepting his current identity.  He’d been aware of his transition from goofy jock to sultry power bottom as it was happening, but looking back at it all with a clear mind, he couldn’t wrap his head around why he’d done any of it.  He’d stare at his explicit tattoos for hours, his body burning with embarrassment and regret.  And then there was the way he carried himself.  He couldn’t ignore the growth to his already sizeable rear as he felt it bounce with each affected step he took.  His hips seemed to sway on their own whether he wanted them to or not and he no longer owned a piece of clothing that hadn’t been altered to show off his body or grant easy access.  

The same went for Mark, who could only stare in numb shock at the feminine clothing making up his wardrobe.  The blonde muscle man’s boxers and briefs were all gone, replaced by an array of panties made to show off his shrunken micro-dick.  All of the horror that he hadn’t been able to feel as he watched his formerly girthy package dwindle hit him like a wave in the days after the ritual.  One moment the petite nub between his steely thighs would feel perfectly normal, and the next he’d be breathless with terror at the absence of his long, thick hose.  And like the others, he seemed unable to break his current pattern.  He hated himself every time he slid silk or lace up his meaty legs, but he kept doing it.  He felt nothing but disgust at the sight of his ample, flexing muscles contrasted against his nearly flat crotch and the womanly garment covering it, but that didn’t stop him from strutting around the locker room in nothing but a pink lace thong.  

Surprisingly, though their physical changes were arguably the most dramatic, Liam and Landon adjusted quickly.  The shrunken, dark skinned man with the massive rod had never fully lost his spark of resistance.  While that made the experience more terrifying in the moment, it also gave him more time to come to terms with it.  Where his friends were waking from a dream into a nightmare, he’d been awake the whole time.  

Liam had a similar experience.  He’d left the house just as the statue was filling his body with its seemingly infinite new hunger for other men, and hadn’t fallen entirely under its sway.  While that hunger was still present, the changes to his body were a result of Carter’s uncontrolled magic at the police station, not the statue.  Since the ritual he’d kept his rotund new frame, but he accepted it all with a stoic calm that was the result of Oliver’s own magic.  Whatever the mysterious man had done to undo Carter’s chaos, it left the lumbering giant in a state of constant contentment.  He rationally knew that he should be panicked and horrified, he just never was.  His calm new outlook left him in the unfamiliar role of caretaker for his friends while they all came to terms with their new lives.  Where he’d been the arrogant, bullheaded member of the house when all this started, now he was the tender, understanding foundation keeping everyone together.  

Men all over campus went through similar coping processes.  Glowing adonises suddenly looked on their beautiful new bodies and throngs of admirers with terrified eyes, while formerly straight men eagerly lapping at oozing, foot long cocks started to wonder what they were doing.  Those men who’d recently found themselves growing larger or smaller to match the man next to them looked out at the world from their new perspectives with fresh confusion, their changed bodies and desires seeming all the more alien.  

In the midst of all this, Randall was the only one who felt anything close to joy.  The elderly professor was still mortified by his sculpted, youthful body and it’s irresistible urges.  His former persona had more or less surfaced completely, but he still had difficulty focusing for more than a few minutes, and his libido remained off the charts.  His days as a distinguished professor were gone for good, but he was one of the few people who actually knew how dangerously close to the apocalypse they’d come.  Compared to the horror that almost occurred, the changes to the men on campus were minor at best.  

Carter didn’t see it that way.  Not only had he watched his plans crumble before him, it had been Oliver’s magics that turned him into an ugly little brute, and any chance he had at getting his old life back had disappeared with the other man.  That meant he was stuck in his twisted, hairy body, with it’s lumpy muscles, short legs, and hooked, crooked cock.  He still couldn’t speak in much more than short, grunting sentences and would have been left on his own had Randall not taken pity on him.  His now-youthful colleague was resourceful enough to pick up where Carter’s life had left off.  Since Randy had become well known at Carter’s house over the past weeks, and it wasn’t uncommon for Carter to be away for extended periods on research trips, it was simple for Randall to forge the documents needed when Carter’s final expedition had a “terrible accident.”  Randall became the sole inheritor of Carter’s wealth and estate while the formerly handsome professor was left to experience the remnants of his old life from his new perspective.  

Gradually, life on campus lost the frantic, desperate edge that had settled over it all summer.  Men were no longer fucking openly in public, nor were they strutting hard and erect around the gym.  Now, when guys went at each other in the locker room they at least found their way to a shower stall first.  Which isn’t to say that sculpted adonises no longer walked half naked around campus, or that men with long, obvious cocks snaking down their pant legs weren’t a common sight.  It was still perfectly normal to see men walking hand in hand or engaging in other public displays of affection with each other.  Over time, the school became known for its inclusiveness, drawing men from all over the world who were seeking a safe space.  

The frat house was the start.  Once the five young men came to terms with what happened they opened the doors to others who’d been affected.  It started as a small support group, but as word got out their numbers swelled with all manner of altered men.  No two people had the exact same story, but they all shared a common theme.  

To this day, outside of a select few, no one knows exactly what happened.  When word finally got out about the rash of impossible changes taking place there was a brief panic in the surrounding area, and a swarm of governmental scientists descended on campus, poking and prodding everyone without result.  

Theories ranging from emerging viruses to genetic mutations to environmental pollutants have all been put forth, but no one takes seriously the whispered stories of cursed idols and monsters from other dimensions.