New Faith Inc.: Let the Dogs Out (Patreon)

“Dude, would you knock it off?!”  Brock squirmed in Jude’s grip, but the ochre-haired hunk couldn’t escape his friend’s pummeling hips.  He gave Chase a pleading look, but the blonde pretty-boy just shrugged and motioned with his eyes towards the old man on the other side of the desk.  The sound of Jude’s jackhammer humping seemed magnified in the stark office as the front of his chino shorts collided again and again with the ones straining around Brock’s perky bubble.

“Yeah right, you beta bitch,” the dark-haired jock said, his eyes wide as he spoke.  They were all words he’d said before, but not ones he’d intended to speak in the moment.  He wanted to tell his friend he couldn’t help it, that he was trying to stop, only the words wouldn’t come.  “Fuck with the alpha and this is what happens.  You see the tits on her?  I had that shit in the bag, bro.  But you just had to fuckin’ cock block me, didn’t you?  Looks like I have to hit this instead,” Jude grunted, glaring over at Chase.  “What?  You want some of this too?”  The blonde shook his head, a stunned expression on his lantern-jawed face.  He looked back and forth between his two friends and the old man sitting with steepled fingers, unsure what to say.

The withered necromancer narrowed his eyes as he watched the aggressive display from behind the broad lucite desk.  The three jocks could have passed for triplets.  Aside from the different shades of their similarly cropped hair and the different colors of their equally-straining t-shirts and shorts, the three young men were nearly identical in size and stature.  All stood average height, but with above-average builds and below average personalities.  Zylac couldn’t tell them apart, if he was being honest.  To the millennia-old conjurer most of humanity was nothing more than grunting apes, and the three desperate men before him did little to sway that opinion.  It didn’t help that he typically only saw the worst of the worst in his position at New Faith Inc., but that’s what an ill-thought deal with a demon will get you.  Instead of furthering his arcane knowledge as he should have been, Zylac toiled away behind a desk, wasting his talents by restructuring and draining karmic debts from idiots like the overly-muscled brutes in front of him.  And for having barely entered their second decade, the trio had already accumulated quite a balance.

“But this isn’t exactly how it happened, is it?”  Zylac’s hoarse rattle seemed to skitter across the plastic desk and up the stark white walls when he finally spoke.  “No...there’s something missing...an extra layer of dominance?  Ah, yes,” the old man nodded, giving a slight wave of his hand.

The three young men gasped when their clothes vanished.  Brock’s exposed, athletic frame went crimson when he was suddenly nude, his clothes having been swapped out for a crumpled towel on the floor.  Behind him Jude had been reduced to his boxers, while Chase was left to frantically cover his brief-clad bulge.

“What the hell?!  What just happened to our clothes,” Brock cried, his fat cock and heavy balls flopping as Jude continued hammering.

Zylac shrugged.  “This is how it occurred, yes?  You were getting out of the shower when…” he paused and looked down his hooked nose at the papers on his desk, “...Jude, is it?  When Jude decided to have your little conversation.”

Brock wanted to protest further, but an entirely different string of words shot out of his mouth.  “Fuck would you do with a bitch like that anyway?  Nut in thirty seconds and make us all look bad?  You wish you could take an ass like mine,” the brunette said, his face burning as he glared at the blonde to do something to help.

Chase was too busy worrying about himself.  “But...but what did I do,” he whined as he did his best to cover himself.  “Yeah, I watched it happen, but they were just messing around.  It’s not a big deal.  They do it all the time!”

“Ah.  Thank you for reminding me,” the old man said, not trying to hide the annoyance in his voice.  “This isn’t how you like to pass your time, is it?  No, you prefer…”

The tow-headed stud didn’t have time for another gasp when his briefs vanished and he found himself instead staring at his phone.  He pursed his plump lips for the camera before letting his expression settle as a smug grin while he spoke.  “‘Sup, girl,” he asked with a slight tilt of his head.  He took his time, letting his handsome features linger on screen.  “You like animals?  How do you feel about big dogs?”  Chase tried to stop himself as he slowly angled the camera to pan over his broad shoulders, prominent pecs, and ripped abs before settling on his rigid seven inches.  He reached down and hefted the churning balls underneath before giving the aching organ a light stroke, his desperate eyes the only sign of his internal horror.  He considered it his appointed duty to send dick pics to as many women as possible, whether they’d expressed interest or not, but he’d never done it with other people present before.

Zylac didn’t need to force them to replay any of it; he just wanted to stretch the appointment.  They were his last clients of the day, so if he took his time he wouldn’t have to worry about taking any walkins before his shift was over.  And since things were going to change significantly for them, he thought it only fitting to give the group one last hurrah in their old bodies.  He decided to leave them on loop as they finished the preliminaries, letting their behavior grow deeper and deeper like a needle digging into a record left spinning on a turntable.  The naked one was already hard and starting to writhe in time with his friend, whose rigid member had slipped through the fly of his boxers and was eagerly seeking entry, while the blonde was beginning to work himself in earnest.  It was a step down from the undead armies he used to command for warring kingdoms, but Zylac would find his pleasure wherever he could.

He had that in common with the trio.  The old man was already familiar with the scope of their atrocious behavior, including the final incident that landed them at the New Faith Inc. offices.  A drunken car accident where they were fortunate enough not to seriously injure their classmates, but that left them facing both expulsion and criminal proceedings.  Their selfish, hedonistic ways had finally caught up with them, and instead of owning up to the harm they’d caused or growing as people, they did what Zylac loved most and sought the easy way out.

“So.  Down to business,” the weathered man rasped.  “I think I’ve come to a solution that you should all find satisfactory.  You remain each other’s…”dogs” I believe was the phrase...you get to stay on campus, and while you’ll be working off some of that debt, you won’t have to worry about any pesky jail time.”

“O...okay…” Brock stammered, now clutching Jude’s hands against his tight waist.  “Gr...great.  Can we ju...just stoOOOUUUOOHHH!”  The brunette howled when Jude finally slipped inside, going up on his toes even as he slammed back with his solid rear.  “FFFfffuuuuhhnnn….” his jaw went slack, his eyes turning into saucers as his friend pummeled with the same jackhammer pace.

“Just tttttnn...tell us what to...dooohh...do…” the dark-haired man panted.

Zylac let them hang for a long moment before speaking.  “All you have to do is agree.”

“We do!  Oh fuck...oh fuck...we do!”  Chase gasped, his cock oozing as he jerked himself off with growing fervor.

When the other two nodded and grunted out their assent, Zylac finally raised himself from the hard plastic chair.  He took a deep breath, his bent spine unfurling to a surprising height and revealing the intricate embroidery on his crimson robe.  With the ratty white hair flowing down over his bony shoulders he looked like a mummified Santa Claus, an impression that was only furthered when he reached into a satchel on his desk and produced three stone tablets.  They were each bigger than the bag should have been able to contain, especially when all together, and were covered in runes that joined together to form intricate patterns.

“Haven’t dusted off the old tablets in a while,” Zylac said, more to himself than the other three.  He bent and blew a feeble breath across the dusty stone that turned into a gale, nearly knocking the young jocks off their feet.  The towering windows overlooking the city rattled and bent as if in a hurricane, while the stunned trio was jostled into a line by the impossibly precise torrent.  Jude and Brock were finally forced apart, leaving the two friends to stare at each other in shell-shocked silence, their cocks hard and oozing, while Chase fought the urge to keep working on himself as he stumbled into position.

Before any of them could ask what was about to happen, Zylac’s hoarse rattle became a deafening boom, his spindly arms surging with vitality as he swung them in a deliberate pattern over the prone tablets toform a glowing sigil in the air.  With a blinding flash and a loud crack the floating geometry shattered, seeming to take the tablets with it, and when the overwhelming light faded the three jocks found themselves looking at the three familiar faces of the men they’d crashed into.

Graham, Alex and Eric were like an inverse of themselves.  Where the three hunks were fit and handsome, their opposing trio was a mix of small and wiry, tall and heavyset, and unremarkably average.  They were the nerds to the naked trio’s popular stud status, always being picked on and never having much luck when it came to landing hookups.  Though, while they weren’t the ones about to undergo a change, when all was said and done they’d never have to worry about either of those things again.

The exposed jocks exchanged nervous, embarrassed glances as they stood naked in front of the fully-clothed newcomers.   They wanted to cover themselves, but they were frozen in place when Zylac started speaking.  “Friends.  Welcome,” he said to the glassy eyed trio.  They stood in a daze, their eyes half-closed as if they were sleepwalking.  “You know why you’re here.  You’re owed a debt, and these three fine specimens are going to pay it,” he said, motioning to the naked hunks.  “Step forward and claim the...dog...of your choice.”

Graham was the first to move.  The wall of impressive pecs in front of him began heaving as he slowly looked Brock, Chase and Jude up and down.  At a meager 5’6” the other men towered over his thin, whipcord frame, but they seemed positively meek as he sized each of them up.  “This one,” he said, finally stepping in front of Brock.  The brunette went pale as he gazed down at the smaller man’s boyish face and shaggy, chestnut hair, not knowing what was coming but finally realizing he would’ve been better off facing the original consequences.  “Rottweiler,” Graham finished, giving a sleepy nod.

“GGUUNNHH…!”  Brock grunted, his whole body spasming as every muscle went rigid at once.  Before he could process what was happening, he watched Graham somehow shoot up in height, then realized everyone around him had.  The implications were slow in coming, though, as he began to notice the rest of his body.  His chiseled, defined perfection was rapidly fading as he appeared to bloat.  His shoulders grew heavy and round, his arms becoming beefy logs that hung next to the plump mounds where his chiseled pecs used to be.  The thick slab rested on top of a cresting muscle gut that had swallowed his tapering abs, and even without moving he could feel his thickened thighs rubbing together and his inflated ass shifting.  Even his cock had followed suit, not growing any longer but becoming almost comically wide as it jutted out beneath his broad, lumpy new midsection.

“Good boy,” Graham said, his small hand reaching out to rub Brock’s now-buzzed scalp.  As soon as it made contact, the altered jock understood everything.  The others hadn’t grown taller; he’d shrunk.  Based on how he now had to look up at the thinner man he guessed himself to be an even five foot at the most, but while he’d shrunk nearly a foot in height, he’d lost none of his mass.  Instead of tall and tapering, he was short and stocky like his canine namesake.  He didn’t need to wait for Graham to step aside and give him a glimpse of his reflection in the window to know his face had changed.  Instead of handsome and symmetrical he now had an exaggeratedly wide jaw, blunted nose, and a broadened expanse of a forehead that had taken him from handsome pretty-boy to rugged bruiser.  But none of it mattered.  His body and looks were secondary to the perfect man currently rubbing his head.  Just being near Graham’s lean frame was enough to drive him wild, and Brock caught himself wiggling his thick, muscled cakes excitedly as he gazed up at his new owner.  Far from being horrified he beamed, giving his two friends a proud look as he shuffled protectively close to the other man.

Jude and Chase were nowhere near as thrilled as Brock.  They wanted to scream and run from the building, but all they could do was watch as the heavyset Alex stepped forward like Graham and took his time inspecting each of them.  The blonde stud wished he could bark out an apology when the balding man settled on him and nodded.  “Always wanted a Great Dane,” Alex said, his voice distant.

“HHHOOUUUHHOOOH!” Chase howled, his back arching as a wave of dizziness washed over him.  Unlike Brock, everyone around him appeared to shrink as he shot up to a towering seven-foot height, his body stretching like taffy.  Continuing the inverse pattern, where the now-stocky bruiser had become wide and thick, the blonde jock thinned out.  His definition became more apparent as his bulk withdrew, leaving him long and lean and rock solid.  Where Brock’s rigid pole had become thicker, Chase’s pushed outward to an impressive eleven inches, matching the massive, paddle-like hands and feet that already threw off his balance without him even taking a step.  He felt long and lanky, gangly and uncoordinated, and he had time to feel the full weight of his new look before the euphoria set in.  Since his head shot up above everyone, Chase was able to watch as his chin seemed to pull downwards, his face elongating with it.  His mouth had grown, his nose now long and wide above it, with huge, wing-like ears hanging off on either side.  He’d gone from handsome to goofy, but as soon as the dread set in, Alex was gently rubbing his stomach.

“There’s my big boy,” he said, sending a shuddering wave of bliss through the towering blonde.  Looking down at Alex’s thinning scalp, and the other man’s round face clad in thick glasses, Chase had to fight the urge to bend over and start licking it.  Instead of judging the other man for his pudgy build, all he wanted to do was wrap himself around Alex’s hefty midsection and keep him safe.  Like Brock, he started wiggling his bare cheeks, his mouth falling open in a dull grin as the other man rubbed his lengthened abs.

Jude did his best to glare as Eric stepped forward, a surge of anger rushing through him at the thought that the dumpy, unremarkable man was about to reshape him like his friends.  “A proud one, huh,” the ginger man said, a slight grin on his face as he cocked his head.  “Fitting for a German Shepherd.”

“NNNGG…” Jude grunted and braced himself for the worst, but instead of the muscle-straining spasms he’d witnessed in his friends all he felt was a strange tingling.  The source of that vibration became clear moments later when he watched a carpet of hair erupt all over his naturally smooth frame.  It started at the center of his chest, spreading out in radiating waves of silky hair until his definition was obscured by the raven pelt.  It coated his chiseled abs and prominent pecs before thinning at his shoulders, sparing most of his back before reappearing just above his solid bubble to waterfall down his ass and thighs.  It even snaked up his neck, coating his cheeks in a thick layer of scrubby stubble.  The scratchy coating made it hard to tell at first, but as he stared at his reflection Jude began to notice the sharper edge to his features.  It wasn’t as dramatic a change as Chase or Brock, but his All-American face was now pointed and stern.  Instead of sexy he looked severe, intimidating instead of alluring.

“Such a handsome man,” Eric cooed, running a hand through the newly acquired carpet on Jude’s pecs.  The hirsute hunk didn’t wiggle like his friends, but he couldn’t hold back a wide smile that cracked his aggressive presentation.  The anger he’d felt just moments before had already turned into a simmering, protective urge as he found himself sizing up everyone else in the room to determine whether or not they were a potential threat.

“Well done,” Zylac said, shuffling over and settling back down into the clear plastic chair.  He seemed weary as he snapped his fingers, eliciting a fresh round of gasping from the altered men when their “tails” abruptly appeared.  He watched their expressions shift from shocked to contented as the knowledge of their new reality was inserted along with the silicone plugs.  There was still enough left of the original trio to be aware of their shift in status from Big Dogs on campus to something much more literal.  They wouldn’t be able to do anything about it, but Zylac also wasn’t sure if they’d even care after a while.  With as much time as they already spent naked all over the University, being led around by a leash with their bodies exposed and their altered equipment in a metal cage felt like a natural conclusion.  And now they could safely burn as much of their virile energy as they pleased with each other, or with their extra attentive new owners.  “Thank you for choosing New Faith Inc.,” Zylac said, his hoarse whisper taking on the automatic tone of someone who repeated the same phrase over and over.  He gave the group a curt nod and made another pass with his hands, sending them back to their new lives in a cloud of smoke before slumping in the chair and looking at the clock, cursing himself.  He’d gone too fast after all, and there was already a message waiting regarding a walk in.  He sighed and pressed the intercom.  “Go ahead and send them in.”