Sacred Ground, ch. 2 (Patreon)

Blake wanted to scream.  One moment he’d been digging around his duffel bag in search of a shirt for his impossibly shrunken friend, and the next he was being thrown into the air and pulled through the shattered remains of the bedroom window.  He’d struggled instinctively against the mossy tentacles that had wrapped around his midsection, his beefy arms and powerful shoulders flexing impressively as he clutched and tore at the snaking vines.  The stocky young bulldog felt a rush of warm evening air on his exposed lower half, his boxers having snagged on the destroyed wall during his explosive exodus from the bedroom, but there was no room for embarrassment as he dangled naked in the air, only terror.  

Up close, the creature was worse than the silhouetted images he’d seen earlier ever could have suggested.  It smelled of decaying wood and rotting vegetable matter, its eyes a pair of smoldering emerald coals as they glared at him from the monstrosity’s vague suggestion of a face.  Blake tried to call for help but found his vocal chords as frozen as the rest of him while the slithering, leafy tentacles groped at his furry pecs and meaty thighs.  

He felt the probing growths from a distance, his head swimming in a green haze as he lost all sense of where he ended and the creature began.  He was floating in a verdant sea, the night sky and small cabin fading away to distant memories that were quickly pushed aside by a crashing wave of strange new thoughts and desires.  Blake watched his old self wash away as he felt the vines slip inside, unable to even make an attempt at holding on.  It was like trying to grab a handful of smoke, only he didn’t know if he was the hand or if he was the smoke.  

With the confusing images pumping into him like chlorophyl, Blake didn’t know who or what he was anymore.  He saw himself and his friends in his mind’s eye, but the vision didn’t make any sense.  He saw Clay on top of him, bucking his hips and plunging his thick tool into an opening that was entirely out of place on his stocky, muscled body.  The thought sent a pulsing throb through his frozen frame, and what remained of the old Blake shuddered at the tingling sensation he felt at the base of his stomach.  When that sensation was followed by an image of himself walking around in a pair of flat-fronted panties, the burly man gave a final, desperate attempt at breaking free but only succeeded in tilting his head enough to see a mossy tendril penetrating the tight new slit where his girthy package should have been.  

The sight was shocking enough to jettison what remained of the young stud’s resistance, making way for the new version of himself to settle in his place.  The memories flowed unimpeded, and now instead of thinking back on a string of women writhing beneath him, Blake saw himself eagerly squirming on men’s laps, whimpering and moaning as their rigid poles worked his insides.  He felt a mix of lust and horror at the thought, suddenly realizing that he no longer remembered ever having a dick of his own.  He knew he should, but it was as if history had been rewritten and the version of himself that was a hung stud had been erased.  

When he landed in a heap on the ground a few moments later, all Blake felt was a frustrated throb from his altered equipment.  The vine that had slipped inside only worked him up, pushing him to the edge but not over.  He climbed to his feet and slipped a few fingers inside, desperate for relief as he stumbled towards the cabin where he knew his friends could give him what he needed.  He kept looking down at himself as he walked, surges of fear mixing with the bright flashes of bliss whenever his stubby fingers hit a sweet spot.  He knew he should be horrified, but that knowledge became more abstract with each step, barely registering by the time he’d made his way back to the front and climbed up on the porch.  

Inside, Clay and Kyle had no words.  They could only stare in mute shock at the gaping entrance where Blake’s club of a cock and heavy balls should have been.  From the waist up, the dark-haired hunk was every bit as masculine and imposing, his furry shelf of a chest, his wide lats, and his piston arm, all accentuated as he reached up and ran a dazed hand through his disheveled mop, but one look at Blake’s other hand, and the trio of stubby fingers that were buried in his new slit, turned that image upside down.  

“Oh...oh fuck guys...it...it got me…” Blake stammered, staring down at his naked body as he fingered himself in a daze.  “It took my fuuuuUUHHHNN….fuckin’ dick, dude…” he gasped, his probing fingers finding a sweet spot as he lifted his wide eyes towards his friends.  Like Andy, his rugged face held none of the horror that it should, only a hungry expression “I think it’s...okay though?  You guys’ll let me use yours, right?”  

“Blake...you...come on, man, take a break,” Clay finally managed, averting his eyes as he stepped forward and pulled his friend’s rooting hand free.  Looking at Blake’s naked, furry bulk was almost worse than Andy.  The shrunken man was nearly a stranger at this point, but other than one significant change Blake was still the same, making his new behavior all the more jarring.  

“That a yes?”  With a burst of speed that caught Clay off guard, Blake wrapped his thick arms around the wiry man, clamping down on his friend’s perky rear as he jammed the brief covered bulge against his ravenous new opening.  “Least you can do since this is all your fault,” he purred, rolling his hips to work himself harder against his friend’s twitching rod.  

“I...I didn’t think it was...real! I didn’t know!” Clay said, too paralyzed by the gut-punch of guilt to pull away.  

“Well….Now.  You.  Do.” Blake grinned, bouncing a finger up and down Clay’s tight abs to punctuate each word.  

The taller man opened his mouth to protest but couldn’t think of anything to say.  Blake was right.  He’d been warned not to go into that section of forest but he’d done it anyway.  Even if there wasn’t some horrifying monster he should have respected their land, and now it was too late.  “I’m sorry!  You’re right, we never should’ve come…” Clay broke off in a gasp when he felt Blake abruptly tug down the front of his briefs, a familiar warmth wrapping around his cock immediately after.  He tried to pull away but the stocky man still had a vice grip on his rear, keeping his rigid pole buried deep inside.  

“MMMM….there it is…” Blake moaned, squirming and rolling his hips to work his friend’s cock with his new orifice.  

“Fu...fuck!  Blake!  Come...come on, man...let me go…” Clay stammered, his mind struggling to reconcile the meaty, hairy pecs pressing against him while his aching rod eagerly embraced it’s warm, moist surroundings.  He hated how good it felt, how he had to fight the urge to start pumping reflexively.  He didn’t want to look at Blake’s dazed, hungry eyes, or think about the fact that he was fucking the other man’s tight, impossible pussy, but his virile young body seemed all too happy to go along.  “Kyle!  Help...get him off me...man…!”  Clay grunted, still trying to pull away.  His struggling only made it worse as each twist and jerk caused his cock to slip in and out of Blake, ratcheting the pressure he could feel mounting to a dangerous degree.  He told himself that he refused to cum inside his burly friend, but if he didn’t get away soon it would be out of his control.  

“I...I can’t do this…” Kyle stammered.  The muscled blonde was pale and shaking as he looked back and forth between Andy’s diminutive new body and Clay’s cock buried deep where Blake’s own monster hog should have been.  “I gotta get outta here…” 

“No!  Kyle, don’t goouuuNNNGGG!”  Clay groaned and spasmed, losing the fight when his attention shifted to his escaping friend.  He watched Blake’s stubbled face twist ecstatically as his spurting cock filled the stocky man’s insides, hating each of the sticky explosions as much as his friend seemed to be enjoying them.  The sudden release was at least enough of a distraction for him to finally pull away.  Clay managed to squeeze out of Blake’s grip and hurriedly stuff himself back into his briefs as he raced to the porch to see Kyle clawing at the door to the truck.  “Dude!  Get back here!  It’s still out here,” he hissed as quietly as he could.  

“No...no way...it’s too much.  Andy’s so little and Blake’s...” the stunned adonis looked at Clay with wide, betrayed eyes.  “You were just fuckin’ Blake, man!”  

“He wasn’t giving me a whole lotta choice just now,” Clay whispered harshly, his eyes glued to the dark treeline.  “We can figure this out in here!  You don’t even have the keys!”

“There’s a spare in the glove...oh...oh no…” Kyle groaned when a sudden darkness draped over the truck.  He had just enough time to give Clay one last look of horror before the creature was on him.  It seemed to form straight up from the ground behind him like a plant growing in time-lapse until it towered over the horrified jock, the eyes burning with the same emerald witch light in its moon-cast silhouette.  

Like his friends, Kyle found himself hoisted aloft by a mass of ropy vines that slithered along his sturdy frame as his muscles locked into place.  The scratchy tentacles groped their way around his smooth skin, seeming to slip underneath the flesh and join with the veins pumping blood through his frozen body, but, as was the case with his friends, it was the eyes that held his attention.  The verdant embers bored into his mind, burning away the old Kyle while the slithering roots planted the seeds of the new.  

Kyle felt the hunger first.  It was like a punch in the gut, a sudden pang that made his whole body quiver, and with each passing moment that quivering sensation seemed to spread.  It started with his stomach, emanating in every direction until it bounced up and down Kyle’s dangling legs and through his pinned arms and tensed chest.  

The bound bodybuilder would have screamed if he could, knowing full well what was happening.  His body was simply adjusting to the new life he was living in his mind.  The soft, round belly that started to form in place of his abs matched the one he saw in his head as the formerly disciplined eater now remembered downing whatever he could get his hands on.  Likewise, it made perfect sense when the chiseled pecs began to plump and lose their definition to follow along with the wide, sausage like arms hanging on either side.  And while the old Kyle was horrified at the loud tearing sound when his shorts and underwear exploded off his expanding body, the new Kyle was only relieved at having his chunky thighs and thick cheeks set free.  

He loved the feeling of the open breeze on his exposed, ample frame.  His excessive flesh was as sensitive as it was supple, filling the new Kyle with a giddy joy at the thought of it being bounced and pinched and squeezed while the old Kyle fought desperately to hold on.  He told himself he was shredded and jacked without a spare ounce of fat on him, not thick and round.  He didn’t have a neck because his shoulders were so broad and built, not because of a growing double chin.  

Kyle swooned when the memories shifted again, his now barely visible cock surging as he tried to cling to the image of his muscled body.  Only when he thought about it now, it wasn’t as something he should have had himself, but something he should have had on top of him.  He was still every bit as dedicated to muscle, just when it was on other guys.  He didn’t want to have their bodies, he wanted them squeezing his.  He wanted to feel their strong fingers biting into him, his body shaking and jiggling as they slammed into his fat, round globes.  He wanted to devour them whole, to suck their delicious cocks dry and eat them out until their asses sparkled, and he’d do whatever it took as long as it got him what he wanted.  

“Oh!”  Kyle yelped when he hit the ground, the jolt sending a pleasant ripple through his expanded body.  He looked down at the soft gut and widened thighs more confused than afraid, as if he was more concerned with where he was than what had happened.  “How’d I...oh...whoa…” he mumbled as he lumbered upright and saw Clay’s horrified expression.  “It...it got me...didn’t it?  Fuck there’s a lotta me…” he gasped as a pudgy hand bit into a formerly solid pec and toyed with the enlarged nipple.  “Doesn’t feel so bad though...wanna come over here and give it a squeeze,” he grinned, waddling awkwardly towards the porch.  

“Kyle...I’m so sorry…” Clay whispered, his fear of the creature momentarily forgotten as his thickened friend climbed up onto the porch.  Kyle seemed even bigger up close, like the extra flesh had piled on top of the muscle he already had as it jutted out in defiance of gravity, making the former hunk look even more round.  

“For what?  This shit feels great...kinda hungry, though,” Kyle said, his hands gliding along his belly and down to grip his jiggling rear.  Before Clay could respond, the curvy man’s arms shot out and spun him around, swallowing him in a fleshy bear hug.  “You look like a snack,” he purred, his meaty hands slipping down into Clay’s briefs to cup and knead the lean man’s package.  

“Not you too,” Clay groaned.  The sensation of Kyle’s new gut and softened chest against his back were almost as shocking as Blake’s pussy around his cock.  Wrapped in Kyle’s heavy arms, Clay could see his other two friends inside, smiling and pawing at their altered bodies in a daze.  Andy seemed just as interested in Blake’s hairy muscle as the stocky man was in his shrunken friend’s now-tiny cock.  He forced himself to look away when they started going at it in earnest, the sight cementing the terrifying plan he was formulating.  “Kyle, bud, why don’t you go see if Blake and Andy have something for you to eat,” he said, feeling awful at even suggesting it.  “They look like they’re having a good time in there.”  

“They do, don’t they,” Kyle sighed, reluctantly loosening his grip and giving Clay a full view of his expanded backside when he lumbered past into the cabin.  

As soon as Kyle was inside, Clay turned and darted off the porch.  “Hey!  Hey!  Whatever the fuck you are!  I know you’re out here!” he yelled, his voice hoarse and cracking with fear.  Every instinct told him to jump in the truck and try to escape, but he couldn’t leave his friends.  If the monster would even let him get inside the cab, which he didn’t think for a second that it would.  “I’m the one you want, alright?  The guys didn’t do anything!  I’m the one who dragged Blake out there...I’m sorry, okay?  I’m sorry!  We didn’t even hurt anything!  Just...just put the other guys back to normal and take me if you want someone!”  Clay’s heart was a jackhammer in his toned chest as he spun in quick circles, always expecting to find the creature standing just behind him.  

But there was nothing.  For agonizing minutes that stretched like hours, the brief-clad young man was left with nothing but the picturesque evening.  The air was warm, the stars twinkled overhead, and other than the rush of blood in his ears, the only sound was the rustling of the slight breeze through the distant treeline and the grunting groans coming from inside the cabin.  If it weren’t for the sounds of his friends fucking, it was exactly the kind of relaxing solitude they’d come in search of, the perfect night to sit around a fire and drink some beers, bullshitting with the guys.  

And then it was gone.  Without warning the ground seemed to erupt beneath Clay, sending the wiry man into the air and keeping him there as the same snaking tendrils he’d seen wrap around Kyle began to envelop him.  “Ple...please...I’m sorry...we’re sorry...we didn’t mean any harm…” he stammered, forcing the croaking words through gritted teeth as the thing’s mockery of a face with the pair of smoldering emerald coals began to form itself from the shifting, vegetable mass.  “Just...take me and let them gooOOH!”  

Clay gasped as his throat seized up, his body locking in place.  He felt like he was falling.  He knew he wasn’t actually moving, but he was hit with the stomach-fluttering, rushing sensation that accompanied a plummet from a great height.  He tried to resist, to continue pleading, but all he could do was stare into the glowing orbs as, like with his friends, parts of him were sucked away.  

Having seen what happened to the other three Clay feared the worst, but it quickly became apparent that the creature had something else in store for him.  His leanly muscled body wasn’t changing.  As the new thoughts and memories poured in, Clay still saw a familiar, athletic build with all of the regular pieces and parts.  But his behavior was that of a stranger.  The normally commanding, confident young man suddenly began to tremble at the mere thought of telling someone what to do.  Instead of barking orders, Clay saw himself scrambling to do whatever he was told, his thick cock swelling at the knowledge of a job well done.  It didn’t matter how humiliating the task was, or if he actually wanted to do it or not; the now-meek, timid jock couldn’t even fathom refusing.  

That’s when it hit him.  With the last vestiges of his former self being devoured, Clay knew exactly what the monster was doing.  They’d invaded its territory, intending to take what it held sacred, but now it hunted them, and where they’d failed it was all too successful.  Everything they’d held sacred; Andy’s macho exterior, Blake’s club of a cock, Kyle’s body, and Clay’s confidence, had been taken from them.  And since nature abhors a vacuum, something else had rushed in to fill the space left behind, leaving the group adrift in an existence they no longer recognized.  

Clay had just enough time to finish the thought before it, and the monster, were gone.  As abruptly as it appeared, the verdant inferno in his mind faded as he hit the ground in a heap, the wind knocked out of him.  He frantically looked around for the creature that was nowhere to be seen, still shaking like a leaf while he staggered to his feet.  He could hear his friends still going at each other in the cabin, the sound drawing a horrified gasp from him.  He remembered being on the porch with Kyle, and his friend wanting a go at his tight build, but he’d pulled away.  That thought was suddenly more horrifying than anything the monster had done.  Clay darted for the cabin, stumbling as he quickly tore his briefs off and hurried inside.