Description Working with exotic materials on a distant research space station is all in a day’s work for Carter, a theoretical physicist and the sole mundane human in a crew of sexy (and sex-loving) creatures straight out of a very dirty fantasy novel. But when you work with stuff that scoffs at the laws of physics, normality can’t remain unbent forever.
|Updated||21 Mar 2020|
Anomalous Materials Research Facility 3-DL was a strange place to work. It was one of the most backwater facilities in the galaxy, so far removed from everything else that the nearest source of civilization was more than eighty light-years away. The station itself was a feat of engineering, about three miles wide and six miles tall, a blinking obelisk floating in orbit around an orange dwarf star. The reason for the station’s remote location was fairly obvious; anomalous materials were exactly that, and the station should be as far away from any other inhabited system as possible, since at any given moment the materials they worked with could cause the nearby star to grow to many times its size, collapse into a black hole, explode the station itself into a star-system-destroying burst of gamma radiation, affect the fabric of space-time such that the nearby area becomes frozen in time… the list went on.
Not that the myriad apocalyptic scenarios they faced on a daily basis seemed to bother the other members of the crew. The description sounded scary, but working with elements and objects that were forged in the least-understood stellar phenomena was more boring than one might think. Sometimes they’d discover a new element, sometimes they’d discover something that had an odd effect on the quantum scale, but nothing had seemed too dangerous thus far. The team on the station was quite skilled, and each member was great at what they did. The lone human on board was the most scientifically-literate of the bunch when it came to the work they did, but the rest of the crew weren’t slouches either.
The lone human felt painfully mundane compared to his shipmates. Krusk the orc was in charge of security and transport logistics, Ahlawi the fox managed the station’s information network and was the direct interface to the AI that took care of the mundane work on the station, Ulric the dwarf was chief materials and containment engineer, Brutus the rabbit was the station’s maintenance engineer and kept the place running, and Archibald the centaur was the theoretical physicist and experiment designer. A well-oiled machine, all things considered. The fact that the human was surrounded by studs that were each sexy in their own right didn’t help him stay focused, but they were all guys there, and the world was a much more sexually-liberated place. If only he could work up the courage to be part of the random couplings that would spontaneously develop as a cycle ended and everyone headed for bed…
Carter, the human, was indeed mundane compared to his shipmates, standing at only 5’6” tall with mousy brown hair and nearsighted due to a childhood where books were his best friend. He was fairly skinny, as he didn’t have much of an appetite and the food they were able to get out this far was pretty bland, anyways; mostly artificial proteins and such that reminded him of tofu. He yawned as he got out of bed at the beginning of the new cycle. He hadn’t gotten much sleep the night before. Despite what should be fairly thick bulkheads, he could hear some of his nearby shipmates and their… enthusiastic coupling all night long. He gave himself a shower and dressed in his usual uniform for going into the lab, a jumpsuit with an undershirt and his usual underwear. He left his cabin and went out into the hallway and could instantly smell the musky stench of his colleagues. It was definitely mixed in with the smell of sex. It seemed the festivities last night had spilled out into the hallway at some point, which wouldn’t surprise Carter one bit. He made his way to the cafeteria where everyone would be filtering in to get grub for the cycle ahead.
His other shipmates paced in after him, their voices resonating in the hallways of the station, laughing and jovial. They must have thought he was such a stick in the mud, a fuddy-duddy who was too prudish to partake in their reindeer games and judged them for it. At least, that’s what Carter told himself, which only drove him further into a corner.
It didn’t help that his shipmates were studs in their own right. In the distant past, none of these other species existed. But with time and genetic manipulation being mastered, experiments began to happen, new species were born. The galaxy changed quickly, at first meeting these new creatures with suspicion, but they were simply forced to accept them as they continued to breed and grow more populated. Now it was common to see no less than thirty different species on a small-sized commercial hub.
Ahlawi was riding on Archibald’s back, the lithe but monstrously-endowed fox wrapping his arms around the gray-haired centaur’s middle and grinding his still-hard cock into the groove of muscle that surrounded Archibald’s spine. The centaurs had been the first race created artificially, and they’d swiftly taken over the world. Carter was part of a dying breed, a species that would have destroyed the world if left to their own devices, now figuratively riding on the backs of their half-equine saviors into a world of wonder that no pre-Singularity (for that’s what they called the birth of the centaur race) human could imagine. The two whispered and giggled, Archibald standing a massive 12’10” and weighing who-knows-how-much, the silver-daddy effectively immortal but a very fetching and mature-looking fellow, as burdened with muscle and manhood as he was, his frontal set contained in a tasteful pouch for some measure of decorum.
Ahlawi was the opposite, barely 20 years old and an insatiable sex-hound, likely the only one who could keep up with Archibald’s immense appetites.
“Ah, good morning, Carter!” Archibald said brightly as he carried Ahlawi into the mess hall, dispensing his least-hated formulation of food onto his massive plate and passing a smaller one to the fox, who was still half-asleep, draped across the centaur’s back.
“Hmmhhf…g’mornin’…” the fox said with a yawn, having a swimmer’s build but a cock that touched the ground, thicker around than his waist, kept contained in his own jumpsuit. He had to crawl around wiring ducts and network nodes all day, so he couldn’t have his massive, ever-leaking junk flopping around.
Carter blushed a bit as he bid his crewmates good morning, such as it was on a ship where even if one looked out of a viewscreen it was nothing but bland space dotted with stars. He briefly felt some jealousy aimed at those two. Imagine, being born into the ruling class like Archibald, given a body and mind that could surmount any obstacle and never fearing death, or being like Ahlawi and being born with a tool of sexual pleasure that could take him to orgiastic highs that Carter could never fathom. Quite a far cry from the piece of lumber that always was visible outlined in the fox’s jumpsuit, Carter’s own minuscule member was easily ignored in his outfit.
“What’s on the slate for today?” he asked Archibald. While Carter was the expert in theoretical physics, he was still under Archibald’s supervision, as he actually directed the experiments they conducted.
“Ah, we have something very exciting on the docket today,” Archibald said as he settled on his side of the big table, Ahlawi clinging onto his form and dozing off again. “That material that I’ve been searching out for months has finally arrived. The first ever stellar ejection from a black hole that somehow un-collapsed and emitted all manner of fascinating materials and elements we’ve never seen before. Our station was the first chosen to research this new matter, isn’t that fantastic?” he asked with a big grin. That was a very rare event, only thought to be theoretically possible, and they were going to study the stuff that came out of a black hole where nothing should ever be?
“I’ve been keeping it storage for a few cycles, ensuring that the containment field within its transport container would hold, and I think it’s ready to be analyzed now. I’ve set up a few rudimentary tests that I’d like you to do…it may look like a boring shard of obsidian, but it’s got the remnants of whole stars and planets within it. I’m excited to see what you can discover, my friend!” he said with a big grin, his massive chest bouncing with his excitement, his pecs wider than he was tall.
The orc was the next to come thudding into the mess hall, shirtless as always, a utility belt around his waist, armed with several devices that can shut down any dangerous situation in a hurry…and a heavy-bore plasma pistol in case anyone would get the damned fool idea to try and raid this station. He wasn’t shirtless just to show off (though he did have an incredibly powerful and fetching physique), it was merely difficult to find shirts that fit an orc with four arms and four pecs, having been genemodded after enlisting in the navy to better suit his role. Now serving as security for civilian endeavors, he looked a bit out of place, a career military man re-assigned to some backwater station where the only stuff he’d get to shoot were practice targets.
“What’s excitin’?” he rumbled, his upper right arm scratching the back of his neck, his bicep muscle surging up against the side of his head and his traps. His navy-camo pants were ‘politely’ bundled up with his massive endowment snaked down one pant leg, his balls down the other, his dick shin-length. Orcs responded very well to the navy’s gene therapy. “Ain’t ever seen you smile so big outside of having your dicks up inside our foxslut’s bottomless hole,” Krusk chortled, his country-boy drawl outing him as being from a backwater system himself.
“Archibald was just telling me how I’m gonna get the privilege to analyze material that no other living creature in the universe has encountered before,” Carter told Krusk, glancing at the orc’s massiveness in his pants before quickly glancing away. He and Krusk had never quite meshed together socially ever since coming to be on this station together. The orc was just so… much, and Carter preferred his place in the corner, not taking up too much space. “Y’know, science stuff,” he told him.
Krusk smirked, shamelessly adjusting his package and scratching at his dense forest of chest hair as he rumbled over to the dispenser. “Sure as hell sounds like science stuff. I’ll be doin’ my usual rounds…scanner says there’s a meteorite storm on the way, so I’ll probably be manning the turret and skeet shooting for part of this cycle. Lemme know if that space-rock gets unruly and needs a blasting,” he snickered, sitting beside the taur and wolfing down his food.
“You wore him out but good, eh?” he asked Archibald, motioning to the snoozing fox on his back. The centaur blushed behind his snow-white beard, grinning sheepishly.
“Ahlawi can be very…persuasive. Even with the entirety of my frontal endowment buried inside of him, he still begged to feel my rear set double-penetrating him. I…ahem,” he coughed slightly, glancing away. “…may have gotten a bit excited. His persistent cries for me to breed him and sire my foals within him were…motivating, for certain. I do not yet have any fox-taur sons, and the idea…appeals,” he said demurely, having already sired no less than six thousand foals, something that the orc got him to admit one day, much to Carter’s shock.
Centaurs were notorious for keeping their accomplishments relatively private, apparently a more-or-less genetically-hardwired tendency toward modesty. It was only because of their overwhelmingly apparent superiority in every aspect of their lives that others felt so small and insignificant next to them. At least these other races have something they can boast about, Carter thought to himself rather glumly as he poked at his protein glop. Imagine, having that many progeny, he thought. In this era, two men were able to procreate together with the proper steps taken, and in most of the other races men came ready to breed each other as default. He shuddered to think what the station would be like if Archibald ever decided to succumb to temptation and put a litter in the fox. Ahlawi’s kind were not known for their small births. The aforementioned bottomless capacity for insertions made him a natural partner for the centaur when the normally buttoned-down Archibald decided to let his hair down, so to speak.
“M-Maybe I should get going to analyze that rock…” Carter timidly muttered, standing up to begin to take his tray away. He always felt so uncomfortable when the others would begin talking about their endless fucking. Especially when none of that energy was directed at him.
“Carter…” Archibald’s deep, sonorous voice cut the air, his massive palm gently taking the human’s forearm. “…You know you can talk to me about whatever you may have on your mind, yes?” he asked, his voice paternal and concerned. He knew that Carter was holding back, that he intentionally distanced himself from the others. “Please let me know if I can do anything to help,” he stated, releasing the human’s arm. Carter’s face burned; centaurs were just so fucking superior that even when they were being kind it sounded like condescension.
Walking briskly to the lab, Carter found the subject of his tests on the conveyer belt from storage, sitting in a crystalline case and supported by about fifty tiny pylons of energy, suspending it perfectly and shielding it from any shocks resulting from being moved. They had discovered new elements in this lab before, so the process should be the same. His face burned as he read Archibald’s instructions, he couldn’t help but feel like he was being patronized, like Archibald could do all of this by himself and the human was just around so that he could feel useful in the twilight years of his species.
He wordlessly put on his matter manipulation gloves, which allowed him to handle the rock without directly touching it. The gloves allowed him to control gravity fields around small objects, lifting and setting them down as necessary. He was reminded of those ancient devices called oven mitts. He put the rock in the spectral analyzer and input the specifications that Archibald had laid out for him. He couldn’t help but feel like he was here on this station to fill a quota. There wasn’t anything he could do that Archibald couldn’t probably do better. In fact, the taur would probably just check his work after he was done, to make sure it was free of mistakes. Brutus and Ulric had taken their sweet time getting to the mess hall, so it was probably their sex stink that he’d smelled in the hallways and they were in the midst of separating themselves from each others’ drying cum, he thought jealously. Little did anyone on the station know that a ribbon of anomalous energy was coursing through the space nearby and would be intersecting with the station in just a few moments. Normally, the station’s sensors would be able to pick it up, but this energy was unlike anything ever encountered and thus the sensors didn’t know how to look for it. Carter was standing in the middle of this cosmic storm as it interacted with this unknown material, all because he had been in a bad mood and forgotten to take his usual precautions to wear a radiation suit…
As he was analyzing the results of the tests he was running, he noticed a dim glow coming from the shimmering shard of stone that seemed to soak up light, now suddenly emitting a prismatic glow that rapidly built in strength and intensity, the sensors beeping with warnings and alarms as it rattled in its containment case, Carter’s gloves feeling hot, followed by his entire body as the shard rocked and shook within its case, the light growing brighter and brighter until Carter was forced to shield his eyes, the stone acting like a battery for the cosmic ray that had intersected the station, soaking up what little of it managed to pass through the radiation shielding and shattering with a massive crash, sending Carter flying backwards from the force of the stone exploding into myriad pieces.
He felt tiny daggers of the stone piercing his flesh as he was rocketed backward from the explosion, perforating his entire front…but only briefly. By the time he’d landed and looked down at his torso, the tiny shards and the wounds they’d caused were gone, leaving only holes in his clothing. The stone was gone, a scorch mark where it once sat in its case, the equipment around it broken and smouldering. Carter was unhurt, at least…but he was sure the entire station felt that tremor just now.
“Carter! I’m getting alerts from your lab!” Krusk’s voice rang in his comms implant. “Something exploded down there! All the sensors are going haywire, what happened?!…Carter?!”
Carter tried to reply, but this tingling heat was too overwhelming, all he could do was moan as the fragments of the stone that he’d absorbed began to ravage him.
It was like a fire in him as he could only give a guttural moan as his body reacted explosively to the demands of the energy that he had been suffused with. His jumpsuit instantly began to tear at the seams as his body, formerly average and nondescript, began to heap immense amounts of muscle onto itself, doubling his body weight in just a few moments, and then going far beyond that! His frame expanded, trying to keep him mobile while he looked down and saw nothing but a shelf of pecs, formerly hairless and now starting to become covered in some kind of bluish fur. He turned to the side and saw a massive trapezius muscle bursting forth, a pumpkin-sized deltoid leading down to an upper arm bigger around than his waist used to be. The same was happening on the other side, his lats unfurling, wider than his old height. He grunted again as he felt his teeth shift, the bones in his face moving and changing as well, his back adjusting with a crack. Suddenly, it didn’t feel so comfortable to be on his two feet…
He shunted forward and heaved with breath, landing on his hands and knees, his body still erupting with mass and beginning to mutate. His teeth were grinding up against each other, becoming fangs that were starting to jut from his mouth, his face elongating, his eyes turning a radiant purple color as fur began to sprout around his head. He could barely see his face in the reflection of the plasteel floor that he was looking down at, shuddering and grimacing as he watched his face mutate into something resembling a werewolf, his legs cracking as his knees suddenly bent the other way, his body becoming quadrupedal! Soon he was as tall at the shoulder as he was when he was standing upright, his freakish form erupting with fur and muscle, a barbed tail emerging from his spine as green slime began to leak between his fangs. He couldn’t help but grind his massive dick against the floor, grunting in beastly delight as he felt the sheer weight and heft of it, and he wasn’t even hard yet!
His manhood was flopping between his legs lazily, easily as big as Ahlawi’s manhood, he imagined, and growing bigger! He felt his hands becoming more paw-like, changing the way they bent in order to fit his new quadrupedal stance. He gurgled as he felt more of the green saliva ooze out around the corners of his mouth where his fangs poked out like tusks on a sabertooth cat. His tail grew longer, thicker, stronger, a series of odd sensations moving along his back. He had no idea that spikes were growing along him, larger and gnarlier as he continued to transform. Only when he felt pressure at his forehead and saw in the reflection of the floor two wicked horns growing out of his head did he understand just how far things were being taken, the blue fur continuing to cover his freakish frame, everywhere but his belly, which itself was beginning to bulk up.
Some part of his conscious mind knew that he was mutating into some kind of horrible, freakish monster, but it was being drowned out by the newly-beastly part of him that could only think of how good this felt, to be wild, to be big and strong, to be…free! He didn’t know what he would become, but he knew he’d never go back to being a puny little human again!
He was lost in his own hedonistic bliss, his nipples starting to leak a faintly-glowing blue substance that felt so good to smear across his fur and his belly, making him feel all warm and tingly and strong. He was only snapped out of his self-indulgent reverie when heard the massive crash of Krusk’s immense body shouldered through the security door, his four arms tearing the sliding metal shutters apart like tissue paper. The orc barged into the room, panting and sweating from the strain of bashing through the door, his eyes wide as he caught sight of what had happened to the lab…and what was happening in the center of it, as Carter grew taller, wider, thicker, stronger, hairier.
“W-what…the fuck…Carter?! What the fuck’s happening to you?!” he shouted in panic, backing away and putting his hand on the holster of his gun, the unshakable orc trembling with fear at the growing monster he was witnessing.
Seeing his colleague tear onto the scene and react in abject fear to him was enough to snap Carter out of his instinctual rut and back into the reality of his situation. Instead of the blood that was pounding in his now-pointed and upturned ears, he heard Krusk’s bass exclamations and saw the gun pointed directly at his head. Carter felt deep shame and embarrassment. Here he was, naked, his genitals blown up so huge there was no way that Krusk couldn’t see them. Hell, he could feel his mostly-soft member pressing against the swell of his belly more than halfway up it, his testes so large he was having trouble fitting them between his hindlegs. His tail swished behind him somewhat bashfully now. If he had retained the ability to blush in his new form, he likely would’ve. He opened his fanged mouth to speak, drool dripping from his black-lipped maw, and tried to explain what had happened, that he wasn’t a threat. The only sound that came out of his nearly non-existent neck was a rumbling grunt. His slit-pupil eyes shot wide as he realized that this new form wasn’t able to speak, at least not like he had been able to before.
Krusk stopped, his hands no longer quivering. He slowly lowered the pistol back into its holster and approached gently, trying to project a soothing affectation. “H-hey….it’s still you in there, right, Carter?” he asked nervously, reaching out to gently rub the wolf-beast between his ears. Little did either of them realize that being so close to Carter was causing his energy to seep into Krusk, the orc’s nerves so shot that he didn’t realize he was soaking his pants as he gushed with ass-cum, as though his body was forcing itself to get ready to breed with this beast.
Carter’s sense of smell was much more acute in this form than it was as a human and he grunted deeply as he both smelled and heard the orc’s body shift itself into breeding mode. He attempted to say something in response to Krusk’s entreaty but couldn’t manage to get anything more eloquent than a sad murr out of his beastly throat. He tried to give his colleague a look of friendship, or at least try to send some kind of signal that he meant no harm. He wasn’t sure how expressive his new face was. It was frustrating, having his full intellect buried underneath this behemoth! He grunted again as he felt his balls bloat another size bigger, precum gushing out of his cock more forcefully. His muscles creaked larger, belly swelling thicker…!
Krusk did his best to remain calm and try to interpret what Carter was doing, wondering if anything remained of the human in this creature’s brain. Seeing him continue to expand made Krusk jump back a bit, tapping at his forearm-mounted control console in a panic. “Shit, you’re still mutating! The containment breach might still be ongoing…shit…” he muttered, a series of heavy metallic thunks filling Carter’s more sensitive ears, realizing that the bulkhead doors had slammed down all around them, blocking the lab off from anyone that might try to enter. They were meant to keep a structure breach contained so the entire station didn’t get sucked out into a hard vacuum, but they could just as easily keep things in as well.
Krusk grunted, slumping his shoulders a bit, seemingly resigned to some kind of awful fate. “I’m probably exposed too, now…well…at least nobody else on the station will be put at risk,” he muttered, unsure if Carter could even understand him anymore. The newly-made beast’s muscles creaked and pressed against each other, his balls dropping lower, his cock thickening and expanding, little shivers of bliss rocking through him as the anomalous material embedded within him continued to go haywire. Krusk backed up a bit, not wanting to be caught in the way of that spike-covered tail if it suddenly lashed his way.
Carter groaned a bit as he felt his whole body continuing to change, the shock of his sudden transformation fading into a steady aching all over, his horns getting thicker, longer, gnarlier, his claws growing larger on his paws, his tail getting longer and heavier, his thickening belly starting to press his cock firmly into the floor as he moaned, heavy stones shrugging with his new fluids. His nipples swelled and dripped with their slightly fluorescent blue fluid, his green saliva dripping from his fangs. Carter couldn’t see most of himself, but he knew he had to look monstrous. From the way Krusk was talking, he probably thought he was some sort of dumb beast now. He had to try to communicate in some kind of way. He lowered his ears and whined a bit, leaning forward and trying to nuzzle his more beastly face against his crewmate’s torso, showing his friendliness, or at least his disinterest in aggression at the very least.
Krusk stood still and allowed Carter to touch him, reaching down to rub his head again. “Hey…okay…we can get through this, big guy. Uh…does it hurt?” he asked, watching Carter shake his head. “Okay…that’s good, then…” he grunted, biting his lip and trying to ignore the growing wet spot down the side of his pants where the head of his cock was resting. The back of his pants was soaked with his ass-cum, the orc shivering a bit as he took in more and more of Carter’s scent. “Heh…y-you smell pretty damn sexy…for some reason. Making me all…rrhhf,” he grunted, looking at the rest of Carter’s body with a more lustful gaze.
Carter’s body kept bulking up, adding hundreds of pounds of muscle under the fur. Carter had to maneuver his stance on his new paws, since his pectorals were pushing his stance wider, along with the musculature of his hind legs. He sniffed a scent on Krusk he’d never smelled before, at least not like this. Human noses couldn’t pick up the cornucopia of scents that creatures like his crewmates could put off, but now that he was changed, he could smell all the various notes of Krusk’s musk, precum, and that delectable ass-cum. His purplish eyes went wide and he instinctively licked at the wetness in Krusk’s pants.
The orc’s cock pulsed and swelled against Carter’s muzzle, the big green brute rubbing his head with his lower pair of arms while his upper pair rubbed at his meaty nipples, squeezing his biceps against his pecs and groaning. He closed his eyes and grit his teeth, taking in a deep breath and snarling like a beast just as feral as Carter was becoming as an audible rush of liquid came pouring from Krusk’s hole, his ass-cum pooling around his boots as it slipped through his pant legs. To be gushing so hard, with so much volume…
“F-fuck! Never been…so horny in my fuckin’ life!” Krusk snarled, panting with need, instinctively pulling his clothes off as fast as he could, the orc standing there nude with his monolithic cock on display, his massively-muscular body on full display, his inner thighs wet with his ass-cum. This was the sort of lust an orc would feel at hearing their zugdur whisper that he’s going to put his eighth cub inside his mokdur, making his massively-bloated body even more freakish and less mobile, the kind of lust that only the deepest instinctual needs could trigger. Krusk started stroking his huge hog of a cock, looking down at Carter needfully, unsure of what to do. Blushing with shame and need, he sank to his knees, his eyes half-lidded, submitting to Carter and whatever his desires might be in the moment.
While it would be pleasing to simply mount the orc and hump away at him, something in Carter could sense that Krusk wasn’t ready to experience him yet. Carter knew this was just the start of his transformation, unsure if it would ever end but knowing it would get much more intense than this. Eventually, he’d make Krusk look puny and frail despite all his power, and by then he might have broken the orc or frightened him. He needed to bring him into the fold so that he could keep up with Carter.
Carter grunted and felt his pecs swelling a bit as he considered this, his nipples getting more and more sensitive as he shuddered. He didn’t know where all of this need was coming from, but he knew he somehow had to slake his lust with this orc that was bubbling up. He decided to try something and leaned back on his hind legs, lifting his body upward, exposing his belly and his big, half-hard leaking cock as his furry underbelly led up to his massive pecs, the nipples on each pec bloated and leaking its fragrant discharge…
Krusk crawled towards the monster, reaching up to rub at his massive pecs, soaking his hands with that strangely-glowing liquid before pulling them back to lick it off his fingers. Just a small taste sent the orc over the edge, all but tackling Carter and latching on to one of his big, sensitive nipples, gulping and sucking down as much of it as he could.
Carter’s mind lit up with bliss, it was so wonderful to have his nipples sucked and drained, he only wished that Krusk could suck both at the same time! A moment later, he felt another tusked set of lips wrap around his other nipple, unable to see past his pecs but knowing without a doubt that Krusk had grown a second head, taking in the mutagenic liquid at twice the rate. His entire frame creaked and swelled and grew larger, manlier, beastlier, his tusks growing longer and thicker, his body hair packing more man-musk, his muscles grinding against each other as he drank with reckless abandon. Did he mutate like that by coincidence? Was it because Krusk wanted it? Or…was it because Carter wanted him to mutate that way?…
Carter moaned low as he experienced this bizarre event with both the curious mind of a scientist and the blissed-out semi-consciousness of a very, very horny creature that was having a basic need finally fulfilled. His stones swelled by the gallon as his enormous cock began to harden in earnest now, his muscles continuing to thicken and magnify as Krusk slurped down his creamy milk-like fluid, his maws growing ever greater and hungrier, almost at a rate that Carter’s pecs were starting to have trouble sating! Carter felt that huge orc cock press into his belly… then another right next to it! Multiple arms and heads weren’t the only extra sets that the orc could boast of now!
Krusk was latching on tighter and tighter, groaning and snarling, sucking from Carter’s chest like a ravenous beast. The orc’s most primal instincts were coming to bear, he was losing his higher thinking to raw orcish need. This milk was making him bigger, stronger, manlier, so he needed more. And then even more. His swelling arms began to make progress gripping around Carter’s torso, his thickening jaw gently nibbling on Carter’s nipples to get more out of them, the orc purring and grunting like a hungry cub…with a pair of gigantic throbbing cocks grinding up against Carter, the orc’s balls now so heavy they’d rest on the ground if he were standing. More of his ass-cum began to flow as his holes duplicated as well, a thin membrane growing and forming two distinct puckers which leaked even more profusely. The heat within his forge flared, he was so hungry for Carter, for anything that Carter would give him!
Carter winced as he felt something odd traveling inside him as he continued swelling, snarling himself a bit as he felt that orc’s heads biting down on his fat, generous teats. He had the faint knowledge that he was producing something, but hadn’t the foggiest idea what it could be. He felt himself snarl loudly as he pushed something through his nipple and into the mouth of one of the heads. Krusk’s mouth felt instantly filled with a big, oblong, gelatinous object that had just come out of Carter’s mutant pec.
Krusk was so lost in his needful nursing that he swallowed the jiggly mass without a second thought, his gulping pausing as his eyes snapped open, the egg breaking open within him and flooding his guts with the mutagen contained within. The orc’s eyes rolled back into his heads and he moaned with a beastly growl as his twin cocks started to blast their loads against Carter’s body, the orc humping mindlessly against him, pulling his heads off those nipples to try and get a grip, his head was spinning, his entire world was shaking and warping, he felt changes reaching deep inside of him and he loved it!
He grew like never before, surging upward and outward in size, a third and fourth cock appearing, his nipples growing huge and gushing with hyper-nutritious pec milk, his body creaking and groaning as though something within him was bursting free!
“More…please…” he rumbled, panting. When he opened his eyes, he leaned back to look up at Carter, Krusk’s eyes now sporting a faint blue tint to them, just like the milk that was gushing from Carter’s pecs. “…Please…” he repeated, as though he needed this like air.
Carter knew that Krusk must be enormous now, so the fact that he was still having to look up at him meant that Carter must be even larger still! He could feel his horns curling back upon themselves, a wicked shape that belied his intelligent, demure nature… a nature that could barely be glimpsed behind the outward lusts that were raging within him. He knew this was a creature that was ready for him now. He looked down into Krusk’s faces, the look of need deep-seated in both of them, and reared his hips back, his swollen member burbling fluorescent precum constantly as he attempted to maneuver his beasthood toward the orc’s twin holes.
Realizing that Carter wanted to mount him, the orc did what he could to make himself more suitable for the big beast. He turned onto his hands and knees, his gigantic balls mounding up behind him, his cock so fat he had to stretch his massive arms to the sides just so it could squeeze past his head and chest, the head of it nearly as large as his torso and growing larger, making him a big gigantic freak of an orc with a useless monster-cock that could never fuck anything again, not even Archibald could take him! But the way he hiked his ass up into the air, how his holes gushed with his ass-cum, he wanted even more.
Carter felt his cock slip into one of his holes with ease, the orc snarling and gripping his inner muscles around it tightly. But it displeased Carter that he could only fill one of the orc’s backsides. And with that, a new appendage grew from his hindquarters, a second cock to match the first, a second pair of balls to go with it. In no time at all he humping and thrusting the entire length of his monster cocks into Krusk’s ass, making the orc bellow and roar and rumble for more!
When it was all over, Carter was a panting mess of a freak-beast, long, prehensile tongue lolling out of his mouth to the side as his twin cocks blasted loads deep inside of Krusk’s drooling holes. Those asses practically sucked off his cocks inside of them, forming perfect seals once the ejaculation began, keeping the lion’s share of his gigantic production inside of the massive beast of an orc. Both had grown even more since their coupling had begun, with Krusk’s bulk becoming so huge that he was beginning to have his movement affected, while Carter’s frame had continued to expand, allowing for his many tons of new muscle, bulk, bone structure and organs inside. His horns had continued to develop, curling on themselves. He had felt a pressure on his forehead during the moment of climax and it was only after the several minutes of orgasmic delight was ebbing away that his human mind returned to him. He happened to glance over at a particularly polished chrome surface and caught sight of his new beastly mug. It was fearsome, with sharp teeth, piercing purple irises in his eyes, and a glowing crystalline protrusion in the middle of his brow, pulsing gently. What on earth had happened to him? he thought.
Krusk groaned, wiping a bit of drool from his meatier maw, panting deeply and coated with sweat, smelling every bit like the meaty brute that he was. Almost too meaty by now; there was no way his hands could meet across his pecs, and his legs were so huge they were nudging each other apart. Even his manhood was bordering on uselessly-huge, but judging by how much he liked having his ass wrecked it didn’t seem like much of an issue.
“Fffuuuckkk…” he groaned, pinching his eyes closed to try and focus. It was then that he ‘heard’ Carter’s thoughts, not exactly in words, but more of a sense of intent, snarled by a rumbly, beastly voice. “What…the fuck?… Is that you, Carter?” he asked, confused. “I…dunno what happened. You tell me, you’re the scientist…”
Carter grunted in surprise. That was the first time Krusk had appeared to understand what he was trying to communicate since the change had happened. Almost as if…! “Can you hear what I’m thinking?” he asked with intent in his thoughts, his actual voice still just capable of roars and grunts. He began to withdraw his softening cocks from the orc’s twin assholes, a rather laborious process as it turned out since his length was nothing to sniff at and the orc’s asses seemed to have a mind of their own and didn’t want to give up the cocks that were so wonderfully filling them.
“Nnghhh…f-fuuuckkk…I don’t wanna let go…” Krusk rumbled but forced his assholes to relax and let Carter withdraw his massive dicks. “Y-yeah, I think I can hear you. It’s not, like… language, I think? I dunno. I’ve never read thoughts befoooorrreeee….” he snarled as the last of Carter’s cocks was pulled free, leaving him a trembling wreck on the ground.
Carter felt his two magnificent softening cocks flop onto the metal floor underneath him, slightly smooshed into it by the size of his belly above them. They traveled 3/4 of the way up his new torso even in this semi-soft state, and his four testicles behind him were a major obstacle to contend with as he tried to pad around. He was glad that these bays were so oversized for their purposes, as it allowed him to swell up to rather ridiculous proportions without busting through the bulkhead and getting sucked out into the vacuum of space. “Thank god you can hear me somehow, at any rate,” he told him, snuffling as he tried to pace the room. They were still sealed in by automatic security measures. Even with its large dimensions, the two men were taking up a fair bit of space and Carter could tell his body was still growing and changing, albeit at a slower rate than before his orgasm. Maybe climaxing helped sate whatever process was mutating him? Or maybe he was wrong and it was completely unrelated? He supposed he would find out soon. He shivered a bit as more muscle added to his chest and haunches, making him growl deeply, more precum oozing out of his cocks.
“You’re still growing, huh?” Krusk grunted, getting to his feet and wobbling a bit on his new body. “Holy fuck, I’m huge!! GRHHHRRHHHH!!!” he snarled as he flexed his massive body in a double-bicep pose, displaying his freakishly-massive frame proudly, his furry pits exposed and letting his man-musk waft out. Carter would have been happy with seeing this kind of display with how Krusk looked before, but now it was pretty striking. “Hahaha! Fuck yeah, whatever you did to me feels fucking great! I wonder if it’s permanent…”
He was interrupted by banging on the bulkhead doors, the outermost layer. No doubt the rest of the crew wondered what was happening. “Hrrgh…I’m not sure what to do…Being exposed to you definitely changed me, and you’re still changing…we could stay here to protect others from us in case we’re infectious or something. But if we do that, there’ll be no way for either of us to get looked at. Archibald would need to do more than look at us through the camera feeds to see what’s wrong. Maybe he’s seen this before? I mean he’s been doing this a lot longer than you have.”
Carter lowered his ears and whimpered when he thought about staying cooped up inside with no way back to himself. He needed to figure out a way to reverse things! Surely there had to be a method! There was no way he could conduct any experiments himself, anymore, thanks to the fact that he was now a quadruped without opposable thumbs. He was used to being an intellectual who was valued for his mind, but who would ever take him seriously now that he looked like some sort of alien beast from a perverted sexual fantasy? “I’m glad you’re not too traumatized by your transformation, but this wasn’t exactly how I planned on my life going. I think I need to get looked at!” he told Krusk, his tail swishing back and forth behind him with growing anxiety. He attempted to lumber toward the security shields and nudged them with his head. He created a dent with his horn, which was quite a feat. The metal used for the hull of the space station was supposed to be an ultra-durable dwarven alloy. He growled his fear and frustration as he attempted to free himself.
Krusk’s hand patted his flank and gently nudged him aside with no effort. Even as big as he was, this orc could still manhandle him. “Take it easy, killer. I’ve got the controls on my PDA here…” he said, grunting a bit with the exertion of reaching his upper right arm down to tap at the screen mounted to his lower right forearm, opening up a comm channel.
“Guys? You okay out there? We had a breach inside, that’s why the doors shut. You have anything happen on your end?”
“No, we’re completely fine! Are you all alright? Is Carter alright?” he asked, seeming to have a special concern for their frail, weak, tiny cohort. “We cannot see anything inside, whatever happened destroyed all the cameras in that room.”
“Oh…huh. This’ll probably be kind of a shock to you, then…” he turned, panning his view across Carter, four gasps on the other end. Ulrich, Brutus, Ahlawi, and even Archibald were struck mute by what they were looking at.
“What…what is this?” Archibald asked after several long moments.
“That’s Carter. Whatever happened turned him into this. And he’s still changing. You seen anything like this before, Doc?” he asked, referring to Archibald’s MD.
“N-no, nothing of the sort. Are you alright, Carter?”
“He can’t really talk right now, Doc. I mean, he can’t talk at all. But we can communicate, sorta. I can… hear him in my head if that makes any sense?…”
Carter felt somewhat humiliated by all this, being treated like some kind of test subject himself, nobody giving him a chance to speak. Krusk was an empathetic guy though, so he added, “I can relay his thoughts to you guys, though. Anything you wanna share, Carter?”
“I’m starting to freak out in here, they gotta let us out!” he exclaimed, his tail swishing back and forth faster and faster. The crystal on his head began to glow brighter and the pulses were quicker. His excitement was building, but it was a different excitement than the sexual sort that he had been saddled with directly after his transformation. He was nervous and frightened and unsure of everything around him. If the universe could allow such impossible events as these to occur, then what sort of chaotic playground was reality, when one could wake up one thing and go to bed something completely different?!
“C-calm down, Carter, we’ll get you some help. Ahlawi, can you override the door locks?” Archibald asked, seeming flustered. The fox’s voice was heard next, a few beeps as he tapped away on a special console he used, able to plug into many of the jacks within the station for some effect.
“Yeah. But only one at a time, the system won’t let me open them all at once. But once I’m inside I should be able to switch off the signal that caused the lockdown in the first place. Shouldn’t take long.”
Sure enough, the outer door opened and then quickly shut behind the fox, his keystrokes much clearer now, right on the other side of the door. He was currently in the middle, between two closed doors, and when he opened the one leading into the lab, the outermost door remained firmly shut.
Finally, the door quickly opened, the fox standing there in his ‘modified’ suit, mostly a stringer-top that gave way to a set of cargo shorts that kept his immense endowment bundled up in a completely lewd and obscene fashion. Letting it all hang out was too cumbersome to move around, so he kept as much of his hunky, manly body on display as possible while he worked to compensate. “Damn…you weren’t lying. You okay, Carter?” he asked, leaning down and looking at Carter’s face curiously.
“Do I look okay to you?!” he exclaimed, feeling as though others should be freaking out as much as he was on the inside, his beastly features scowling. “I feel completely awkward and ungainly and I’m starting to have all these overwhelming urges that are impossible to control! In the first few moments after the accident, I couldn’t keep myself from… from…” In an instant, a brief recap of what he and Krusk had done together was shoved into Ahlawi’s mind. “And it’s not stopping! I need your guys’ help to reverse whatever it was that happened to me! I’m still inside of here, I’m still—”
During this whole rant, the crystal in his brow had been glowing brighter and brighter, the same color as his eyes, pulsing faster and faster. He was so flustered that he didn’t recognize the signs building up inside of his body. He thought it was just regular anxiety, but it was another kind of tension building, and it wasn’t until that moment that he realized it was something different, something new. He couldn’t help himself as he opened his maw and belched out a shimmering, iridescent cloud of vapor that concentrated around Ahlawi’s head. The vapor seemed to sparkle a bit. It would have been beautiful to behold, like the aurora borealis, if it wasn’t for the utterly unpredictable and potentially dangerous nature of all of the changes thus far.
The first thing to change, no one noticed at first. Ahlawi’s pupils changed to more reptilian shapes. What came next was unmistakable, though. Ahlawi’s build began to bulk up, from his formerly lithe gymnast build to a more seriously muscular one that recalled bodybuilding. The string tank on his torso stretched and stretched, his cargo shorts doing the same along thighs that were increasing in size and a package that was magnifying itself. Scales began to replace patches of fur along his brow and down the sides of his arms and legs, as well as his underbelly. Spikes and horns began to adorn his brow as his lineage began to mix decidedly with something that looked almost… draconic.
Ahlawi was seemingly spellbound, unable to move, his eyes drooping half-lidded as he simply breathed in the sparkling dust. But he snapped out of his little trance soon enough, gasping and grunting as his form began to change, his fur falling out and replaced by scales, his face rearranging, a pair of horns erupting from his forehead as his snout grew broader and longer, his teeth crashing against each other as he grew, his body swelling with newfound muscle and might that stretched his expanding scales tightly.
He grit his teeth and hunched forward, flexing his back as hard as he could, a pair of massive wings erupting from his huge lat muscles, stretching and unfurling and expanding to a size appropriate to carry someone as big as him into the air! “Ghhrrf…rhhff…grhhf…..” he stammered, struggling to speak with his new maw, finding that he couldn’t speak either, just like Carter. But it was more than just mutagens he’d inhaled, it was something more, something this reality had never seen before. Reality could bend and make the impossible happen, and Ahlawi rose to his full, towering height, now taller and larger than Krusk and still increasing.
“Car….t…er…” he growled, his voice low and thunderous, figuring out how to make the sounds with his newfound muzzle. He should be like Carter, speech should be impossible, but it was happening regardless! “So…big…how?…” he rumbled, looking down at his fist and clenching it, a little flash of blue arcane light sparking before it vanished, making Krusk jump. “New…feel…ing…grow…ing…inside…meeeee!!!” he roared, doubling forward as his clothes ripped apart, exposing his vast draconic body to the two of them, his massive cock rising to his chin and rising higher still, his balls resting on the ground, a sigil of purple light appearing over his head. Carter had no idea what the meaning could be, but as Ahlawi loosed a massive geyser of blue flame from his muzzle, it was clear that he’d created some kind of magic-dragon!
Carter gasped for a moment as the flame rushed toward him, scrunching his eyes closed as his ears lowered, flinching, waiting to feel the burning flame that his colleague was expelling… except that he didn’t. It was maybe warm, but not the melting flames he would’ve expected from dragons of legend. He exhaled with relief that he hadn’t created something that would unwittingly kill them all, but it was still worrisome that it had happened at all. He had expelled some sort of… chaotic energy? He didn’t want to call it magic, that was… ridiculous. As ridiculous as everything happening in front of him right now, but still, as a scientist he had standards! “Ahlawi! You aren’t hurt, are you?” he asked, backing away, trying to give his growing friend space, but that was starting to become a luxury between the three beastly men. “I have no idea what I just did! It was like a sneeze or something, I just felt this urge building up inside and I had to release it! I’m so sorry!”
“No…feels…good. Really…good,” he rumbled out, concentrating and clenching his fists closed, turning toward the orc and thrusting his arms out, a pair of purple lightning bolts striking him in the chest, right into his nipples more specifically. Once Krusk’s surprise wore off, the orc collapsed to his knees and grunted in strain, beating his dick with both hands, humping forward desperately, snarling and screwing up his face as he erupted with enough force to blast the wall across from him. That purple light glowed in his nipples, around his cock and balls, and somewhere deep inside of his guts where Carter had pounded him before, stimulating the orc’s erogenous zones all at once with electricity!
“F-fuuuuccckkk!!! Can’t…stop…cummingggg!!!” he roared, his shots getting smaller but no less enthusiastic. His hulking body was pouring with sweat, his muscles tense and bulging against each other as his cock erupted with a mind of its own.
Ahlawi seemed satisfied, turning back to Carter with a toothy grin. “Hrrr…Krusk…likes it…” he rumbled, rubbing at his titanic endowment, stepping forward and making his balls slide across the floor with him. “You’ll like it too… Carter…” His speech was getting better and more coherent, descending upon the poor beast, spreading his wings and covering him in shadow. “I can do more… from inside…” he chortled, smoke wafting from his nostrils. He got behind Carter and held him still, leaning down to nuzzle and rub at his hole, his thick dragon-tongue extending and zapping the flesh of Carter’s pucker with blissful electricity, making the beast moan and shudder at a touch of Ahlawi’s new power!
At first, Carter had been wary. He still wasn’t a sexually debauched personality, despite what he’d done to Krusk in the throes of whatever force had pumped him up, to begin with, and if it hadn’t been for his body’s newfound sex drive, he just might’ve tried to fight against Ahlawi’s advances. But a large part of him was curious. What would it feel like to cum like Krusk was? Maybe… maybe Ahlawi could drain his balls, making it easier for him to focus. He had two cocks and four balls, so maybe a little bit of extra help was called for. When he felt that shock run inside of his body, his slitted eyes rolled up in their sockets as he gave out an animalistic purr, his hips instinctively pushing back, forcing that tongue deeper. He needed it. He would have it. His cocks were bulging underneath his underside and leaking a veritable river of precum that wet his belly fur.
Ahlawi purred happily and pressed forward with even more eagerness, his fat, squirming tongue plunging in deeper. When the tip made contact with his prostate, the former fox sent a powerful charge through it, lighting up Carter’s entire nervous system like a Christmas tree. He couldn’t help bucking forward, but Ahlawi’s claws held fast, preventing him from pulling away, and so the flow of current continued…
Carter’s eyes bugged out now, his muzzle hanging open as his tongue lolled out, drooling his bright green saliva onto the floor. This… was heaven. Whatever orgasm he’d built up to before inside of Krusk was child’s play compared to this. It was like… a drug. He needed more of it. His cocks shot instantly hard and the flow of precum began to quickly change to full-fledged semen, his glowing discharge shooting out from underneath him in ropes, his hips trying to buck forward to hump an imaginary partner, but the dragon behind him holding firm, guiding him, telling him he wasn’t going anywhere! He could feel the pressure in his four testicles start to abate after a few minutes of this treatment, but… something new was building up inside of him. It… almost felt like a bowel movement, but he somehow knew it wasn’t the same. “A-Ahlawi, something….!!!” he tried to tell him, his mind connection weakened when he was feeling such intense sensations.
“There, there…” the creature whispered into Carter’s mind, apparently his mental communication was two-way at least when it came to Ahlawi. “I always wondered how you’d react to me. I didn’t think it’d be in a body like this, but I’m not complaining. It feels strange, I know, but don’t bother resisting. Just let it happen. I wanna hear you roar for me,” the dragon’s voice boomed in his mind. Could Ahlawi already do this? Or did he adapt just that quickly? Either way, he didn’t seem to understand what Carter was trying to get through.
Carter bellowed low as it felt like something burst inside of him. Initially, Ahlawi was surprised when he felt something soft and gelatinous shove up against his flicking tongue. He wrapped it around the oblong-shaped mass and withdrew it from Carter’s eager ass. He placed it in his maw gingerly, curiously. It tasted… interesting. Not bad at all, just not like anything he’d ever had before. The outside was sort of salty, though. He tried to test its integrity with his fangs and felt it unexpectedly pop in his mouth, drenching the insides with its contents which were quickly, instinctively, swallowed down.
Ahlawi’s reptilian eyes shot wide as a sudden force trembled through his already massively transformed body. His cock stretched out even farther as his wings grew out wider, the clawed tips of them becoming gnarlier, glowing crystals starting to form at the tips of them, the same color as the sigil above his head that itself was changing, becoming a new unfathomable symbol. Ahlawi felt like he had a splitting headache for a second before he blinked and realized he was looking out of two sets of eyes. His head had doubled and with it his brainpower!
Other features were making themselves manifest on Ahlawi’s body, his hips and legs grinding and shifting until a secondary torso of sorts jutted backward, a new pair of legs growing, his body rapidly erupting into some kind of dragon-taur! He turned his heads towards each other and couldn’t help but kiss himself tenderly, though he was still of one mind, he couldn’t deny how nice it felt to feel both sides of a loving kiss. Wings sprouted from the back of his taur section as well, his frontal cock being overtaken by his hindcock instantly, the burgeoning growth of the dragon-beast taking up more and more space in the room.
He purred happily, leaning forward to nuzzle both of his snouts against each side of Carter’s head. “I see…” he rumbled, making Krusk shiver, despite being depleted and sore from all the cumming he’d been doing. “There can be no doubt, now…” his purring voice filled Carter’s ears, suddenly making the wolf-beast-thing feel rather small. Ahlawi did come from a family of technological aristocrats; he had a rebellious streak in his youth with his hacker days, but his refined manner of speaking always came out in stressful situations, it’s how he was raised.
“Carter…whatever turned you into this made you a conduit for a source of energy that this reality has never seen before. You absorbed a fracture in dimensions, and now a new kind of energy is pouring out of you!”
“W-what, new energy? That’s what that egg thing was?! I-I want one too!” Krusk exclaimed, rushing over and pressing his face against Carter’s hole, trying to suck out a similarly-empowering egg. Ahlawi graciously moved to the side, but his magic didn’t wear off. He didn’t need to be present anymore, he could just project it into Carter’s body! Carter yelped and trembled as his body was stimulated from all sides, but the most intense feeling was Ahlawi wrapping his heads around Carter’s cocks, the mighty dragon-beast sucking him off almost desperately!
“It would be a shame to hoard all of this power to myself, though I suppose that is what a dragon would do,” he chortled inside of Carter’s mind. “Give our brave first responder an egg too, won’t you?” he asked, ruthlessly, almost cruelly sucking Carter off. Now he knew why the walls seemed to rattle with Archibald’s screams of bliss, Ahlawi could match his partner’s appetite for sex and drain them completely! Did he have augments that Carter didn’t know about? It’d explain his physical stretchiness and how he could communicate mentally…had he just empowered someone who could already read someone’s mind to an extent?!
“A-Ahlawi… you’re playing with something d-dangerous!” he tried to tell him as he felt his soul getting sucked out of his cocks. God, why hadn’t he asked for a blowjob before? Even with just one modestly-sized cock, if it was even a fraction of this, it would’ve been ten times the pleasure he’d had beating off by himself. His cocks were instantly pulsing out more piping hot loads of his seed as his body began to churn inside, more internal processes returning to what had produced the egg in the first place.
Krusk could feel the gelatinous surface over his tongue after not too long and slurped it up like he would a boba ball at the bottom of a tea. He closed his mouth around it and felt it collapse inside, drenching his throat down to his gullet in the tingling, life-changing substance within. His whole body trembled as he gained feet in height due to another set of pecs and arms being bolted on to his already multitudinous torso, pecs swollen with milk. His gut began to swell outwards more and more as his skin started to tint slightly red, little horns beginning to poke out of his scalp. His irises began to glow orange as he felt himself start to tap into a completely new energy source, not unlike Ahlawi had.
The flash of motion that came next was hard for Carter to keep track of, but in an instant Ahlawi’s haunches were raised up, the sound of wind rushing past filling his ears, the base of Ahlawi’s massive wings being gripped by immense, black-clawed hands, looking up at a sight that filled Carter’s heart with a kind of mortal terror he’d never envisioned before, as he looked up into the flaming orange eyes of a mighty demon! Krusk still retained his orcish features, but a kind of dark power seemed to radiate from his body, the entire world falling away for Carter as the towering, hulking, six-armed demon consumed his vision and thoughts, his eyes piercing into Carter’s soul. Krusk must have been 25 feet tall now, big enough that he towered over everyone, and so musclebound he looked to be nearly that wide! No wings adorned his massive back since he didn’t need them. As he was demonstrating now, he could use his power to float. It didn’t matter if he was so musclebound and hung that walking was impossible, he didn’t need to walk anymore. And the hands that gripped Ahlawi were phantasmal as well, the demon-orc… the oni, was growing bigger and bigger! Mobility was shrinking away from him, but it didn’t matter if he could simply project his will wherever it needed to be!
Krusk spoke a single word and Carter’s body was compelled, he gasped and trembled and tensed up inside, preparing for the mightiest orgasm of his life! Being sucked off by the most expert pair of mouths in this galaxy and having his very will be crushed in the palm of the oni’s hand, Carter couldn’t do anything but comply! Would he even be sane after an orgasm this intense?!
Carter gave a strangled roar as he complied with the demon master’s wishes. His body was compelled to reach climax and held itself there for as long as Krusk wished. His cocks were virtually spraying their virility like hoses down Ahlawi’s mouths, feeding the dragon his potent virility, which would certainly have a positive effect on one’s muscle and genital mass, let alone what unknown effects it would have on some of the more… anomalous abilities he had demonstrated. If Carter had been fully in control of his mind, he would have been very curious to see what this would do to his colleague, but instead, he was nearly mindless as he entered what some would consider almost a meditative state of pleasure. He lost all sense of ego as he continued to cum. He forgot his name, his past, his future, only the present concerned him, and his present was consumed by the cocks and balls singing in ecstasy from his groin. His pecs were leaking his fragrant milk onto the ground, mixing with the lakes of precum that already existed. His own body was still swelling, although not nearly at a rate to where it could compete with what Krusk or even Ahlawi had achieved. His swollen middle felt so good pushing against the shafts of his cocks. His forehead crystal was pleasantly glowing, in a rhythmic fashion, his tail swaying to and fro, curling and uncurling. He was a blissful beast, for as long as Krusk willed him to be.
Krusk ensorcelled him in this state for several long, blissful minutes, until Carter had nearly lost everything beyond the point of recall. At that point, the world came rushing back into focus, and Carter’s life and memories returned to him, leaving him panting, gasping, trembling. He need not worry though, as Ahlawi had moved to a position where Carter could collapse back against his scaly belly, and Krusk reached down to gently stroke the beast’s chin with a phantasmal, clawed hand.
“Careful, little beast. You nearly gave your soul to a demon. That would make me very powerful, since I would take all of the magic that you would produce from then on, as well. I’m not so ravenous as to claim your soul for myself…yet. I want it to be willing and loving like you can’t imagine life being away from Master’s feet.”
“Oh, lay off of him, you big braggart,” Ahlawi chimed in, bumping his horned head against Krusk’s titanic calf muscle. “Pretty hard to submit to someone who’s a big beef-balloon of mokdur at heart.”
Krusk’s grin got even wider. “What does being a mokdur have anything to do with it? I can still command him to pump my guts full of more and more sons, can’t I? You think orcs are subby just because they’re mokdurs? I have some guys the size of planetoids you oughta meet, foxy.”
They seemed to be jovial at least, Ahlawi turning his head back to Carter and nuzzling him tenderly. “Sorry…this all must be very troubling for you. But I don’t think anyone has anything to fear from you. This may not be how I expected things might go, but I am not complaining.”
“Yeah, me neither! Being a demon is fucking awesome!!!” Krusk bellowed.
Carter was panting, fluids dripping out of him from his muzzle, chest, and massive cocks. His keen sense of smell knew that they were laying in a veritable swamp of their juices and it was intensely masculine to his nostrils, the spicy aroma nearly making him cough. “All right, enough playtime, we need to get serious!” he told them. “You two may be having lots of fun becoming… whatever it is you are, but I’m still a four-legged freak!” he told them, huffing and snorting a bit in frustration as he looked away, a sour expression on his beastly face. “I could really use someone who still has use of their thumbs to help me get out of here, or so help me god, I will ram my way out! It’s getting too cramped in here and it smells like a locker room on steroids!”
“All right, all right, my word…” Ahlawi chided him like he might have a child, lumbering over towards where his terminal was and bending forward to hoist it up, his massive fingers having to slowly hit the keys, but when he was done, all the bulkhead doors slid open. “Tada. And watch what you’re calling a four-legged freak, hmph~” he harrumphed, swishing his tail indignantly.
Carter grunted at being treated like a child. Even after the three of them had been transformed beyond recognition, Ahlawi was still himself. He’d always had an air of drama about him, as well as the confidence of a man who knew that he came from money. He had never said he thought he was better than anyone else, but Carter could tell he was probably thinking it, especially better than the unremarkable little human. Now Carter was a gigantic beast with heretofore unknown properties and he was still being treated like a petulant child!
He righted himself and tried to lumber toward the exit where the other three members of the space station were still gathered, staring in awe at the creatures that had been unveiled to them, the rank smell of their couplings wafting out like a rolling mist now that the walls were not holding them back. Carter grunted as he tried to move his tonnage around. His belly smooshed his cocks and his testicles dragged behind him, not to mention his pectorals were pushing against his forelegs. He was big and unwieldy and he stumbled a bit on his way out, especially as his dimensions were continuing to enlarge, his bulk adding to itself minute by minute. “Guys, we have to figure out what’s going on and try to… I dunno… reverse it or something! It’s getting out of hand!” he tried to tell the other three, forehead crystal throbbing his concern. He was embarrassed to see that his various fluids were still dripping everywhere but there was nothing he could do about it. He drooled a lot now, more than he could slurp back up, and his pecs felt so overburdened with milk now. The feeding that Krusk had had earlier was seemingly overtaken by his body’s ability to produce!
Archibald looked on in jaw-dropped amazement, his colleagues mimicking his reaction.
“Carter… are you in pain?”
“No, he’s fine. Physically anyway,” Ahlawi cut him off before he could say anything, which earned him a glare from Krusk.
“Let him speak for himself, whelp.” His voice was just as deep and commanding as it was before, that was just his default now it seemed. Having the demon’s gaze turned on him made Ahlawi wither a little bit, meekly nodding.
“It’s good you aren’t in pain at least, but.. .what’s happened to you?” Archibald being at a loss was not good.
Carter’s ears drooped as he saw that the centaur, previously considered to be knowledgeable about virtually all known phenomena in the galaxy, flummoxed as he was confronted with what was happening before them. If the “adult” in the room was confused and worried, it made the rest of them more. “I was analyzing the anomalous material in the machine as usual and that energy ribbon tore through the station and… and interacted with the material in some way. I… may have neglected to wear my safety gear,” he admitted, looking away and ears going even lower in guilt and shame. “I seem to be generating some sort of mutagenic materials from this body. Krusk first transformed after feeding on my chest, and then I breathed some sort of… energy cloud that rapidly transformed Ahlawi and then his stimulation caused me to produce some unknown material from my anus that caused even further mutation and…!” Even the voice in his mind sounded exasperated with how things had gone.
“And I keep growing,” he appended onto the end of his rant, his whole body shivering as he swelled another foot bigger all over in an instant as if to show the taur what he meant.
That caused Archibald to take a sudden step back, his hooves audible on the floor as he moved, seeming…perhaps scared for the first time in his life. “I…I see. Ah, well, Krusk and Ahlawi seem all right…though they are…” he looked at the two of them, quickly averting his gaze and gulping when his eyes met with Krusk’s, “…very, very different.”
“Not just physically.”
“Yes, I can…see that you are floating about eighteen inches off the ground, Krusk…and you have grown some more limbs, and… quite a bit more mass.”
“Hrhr. All thanks to Carter. I honestly couldn’t be happier. Well… maybe I could be bigger and even more powerful… Demons aren’t evil, turns out. We’re just… different. But more power. More is always better.”
“Y-yes, we can…come back to that later. Ah…I do not think any of this would be ameliorated by safety gear, Carter. This is…something that science has never seen. But, it is good that you can communicate. As to how to reverse this, I…do not even know where to begin.”
Ulric decided to finally step forward and say something, which meant that everyone listened. He was a dwarf of few words, preferring to work quietly. To dwarves, a solid day’s work was its reward and he tended to be less distracted by extraneous social activities than the others, save for Carter under his former self-imposed boundaries. Ulric was all business when he was on the clock, and let his hair down considerably in his downtime, enjoying imbibing alcoholic beverages the way that only a dwarf can as well as participating in the dwarven custom of sex, which tended to be rather tantric compared to other cultures’ methods of coupling. He was, of course, a short man, standing 4’2” tall if he was an inch, and in his usual skin-tight uniform jumpsuit, his long red hair shaved on the sides and tied back in a ponytail. His luxurious beard, which he had admitted during one drinking session he spent an hour every morning tending to, was thick, fluffy and well-brushed, with various clasps and braids decorating it as it hung over his chest. Dwarves were stout and so was he, nearly as broad as he was tall. His muscles were balanced by his healthy gut in front, and his genitals made a respectable bulge in the front of his suit, albeit not as lasciviously oversized as Ahlawi’s former pride and joy.
“If that energy ribbon is part of what’s causin’ all this, don’t think anythin’ could’ve stopped it. This station’s made outta the most radiation-resistant alloys dwarven kind knows of,” he explained in his matter-of-fact way, stroking his beard in thought as he looked up at Carter with a combination of curiosity and wariness.
“At least it didn’t seem to mess with any of the mechanical devices on board,” Brutus chimed in. He stood 6’3” and was a massive teddy bear of a bunny. He looked similar to what in Earth history what was called a linebacker, with broad shoulders, thick muscles and a healthy layer of fat covering it all. Brutus was a lantern-jawed sweetheart. If anyone on the ship was the opposite of Ahlawi, it was him. He was simple, although he wasn’t stupid. He came from a small, backwater planet and grew up working in his grandpa’s junkyard and had unmatched expertise with machinery. He was also genuine and had a heart of gold, unlike Ahlawi who tended towards sarcasm and drama. Ahlawi had called him “pure” once meaning to be snide but Brutus had just thanked him for saying something so nice about him. When it came to his interactions with his colleagues, he was always gentle and caring in the bedroom, as he said he had been raised by his grandpa not to ever hurt anyone with his size, and to never fuck anyone he didn’t have feelings for. So far, it seemed he had feelings for just about everyone on board, although he didn’t understand why Ahlawi tended to decline his invitations to come back to his room. Maybe he just wasn’t the fox’s type? Carter had also shied away from him once or twice he had gently approached him in private and asked if he wanted to make love. He tried not to take it personally… humans were different, after all!
Ulric’s statement was quite potent and made Archibald think. “True. If it penetrated the station’s exterior, your suit would have done nothing anyway.”
The dwarf nodded, snorting. “And there’s nothin’ known to this universe that can penetrate the station’s hull. So we’re dealin’ with somethin’ unheard of.”
“Which is kind of what we do!” Brutus chimed in, grinning in spite of the situation. “We found something new, didn’t we? And, um…” he paused, blushing a little, looking down at his foot…or rather the top of his pecs. “I think you look good like this, Carter. Not that I didn’t like you before! But there’s nothing to be ashamed of, looking the way you do now. So don’t be scared, we’ll figure something out! Right?…” he asked, looking up to Archibald, who was rubbing his bearded chin in thought.
“…Right. There is simply so much to study…Where to even begin? Can we even make sense of a new force that can cause…all of this?” he asked, exasperated.
“I have a theory,” Ahlawi stated, pleased with himself as usual. “Though it may sound bizarre, given what Krusk and I have experienced, it may be better suited to call this new phenomenon ‘magic’.”
Ulric’s brow furrowed mightily at that, the dwarf drawing in a breath and sighed with disappointment. “…I’m gonna let that one slide.”
“…It kinda fits though, doesn’t it?” Brutus asked, tilting his head. “I mean…dragons, demons…stuff we can’t explain…And given everything that’s happened, if Carter were hit with something with such a massive amount of energy, he’d be…well, dead. Like if it was…ionizing radiation, or gamma waves, or something else that’s high-energy, he’d be… a puddle of goop or something. But he changed into what he is now, and he changed Krusk and Ahlawi too. I think we can call all of this ‘magic’ until we understand it better…and then it won’t be magic anymore, will it?” he giggled.
“A-At any rate, I think enough damage has been done for the moment. We should really take Carter aside and study him, if he’s the vector for all of these inexplicable mutations, not to mention the fact that we need to understand his processes better if we’re to potentially reverse them,” Archibald told the assembled crew members.
“Reverse?” Ahlawi asked in a cold voice, all four eyes on his two heads narrowing. “Now see here, Carter might be all right with returning himself to the way he was, but I quite enjoy my new characteristics,” he retorted, a little smoke snorting out of his nostrils for emphasis at the end.
“Yeah, I like being this way too!!” Krusk added, his body creaking and groaning as he flexed it against itself, his muscles pressing against each other firmly enough to bend steel.
“Why would we ever give this up? We are…so very much more than we used to be,” Ahlawi said with a coy grin on his muzzles, making a little mote of flame dance from one clawed hand to the other like a tennis ball.
“Fuck me, the two of you like bein’ this way?” Ulric snorted. “Listen to yerselves, talkin’ like magic is a thing. You’re both deluded, you need to be isolated too.”
“Hmph. Have it your way,” Ahlawi snorted, rising indignantly and clacking down the corridor. “Krusk, it seems our presence isn’t wanted. But I would greatly enjoy your presence in my new body.”
“Hrhr. Yeah, all right. We’ll catch up later. You can handle everything here, yeah Doc?” he asked, not waiting for an answer before floating himself away. Now it was just the four of them, Ulric tapping his foot impatiently as he tried to work out whatever was going on.
He sighed and looked up to Archibald, scratching through his mighty beard. “So, what should we do?”
“Well, ah…we should probably isolate him, to begin with. If that’s all right with you, Carter?”
The great beast sighed. He didn’t want to accidentally change anyone else, but he was feeling insecure and scared now that he’d gotten some of the excess hormones out of his system thanks to Krusk’s attempt to squeeze him dry of his seed. His body creaked as well, but not from flexing. His frame was continuing to add mass, his belly getting rounder, his muscles mounding up mightier. Even his tail was getting longer and thicker, his horns growing gnarlier. “I suppose that makes sense… how long do you think it’ll be before I’m me again?” he asked hopefully. The centaur usually could be relied on for a confident estimate.
“I…don’t know, Carter,” he said, his expression glum and uncertain, which was growing more unsettling the longer it went on. Archibald always had an answer. He seemed more conflicted than anything, no doubt his scathing intellect was trying to comb through thousands of years worth of accumulated data to try and make heads or tails of this.
“But you’re still you! On the inside, anyway,” Brutus said, trying to keep the former human’s spirits up.
“Tch, whatever…I’ll let you smart lads figure something out, I’m going to go start making one of the rooms ‘magic-proof’,” Ulric grumbled as he waddled his bulk down the ship, the sound of his plasma cutter and welding equipment firing up shortly afterward.
It didn’t take long, and in a few minutes, their comms chirped, “All right, it’s done. I’ve lined some of the room’s interior with some of the spare materials for the ship’s exterior, so it should be pretty well protected on the inside. Let’s have Carter get some rest.”
The group made their way there, and sure enough, Ulrich had turned one of the spare hab units into a sort of inverted bunker. Not much would get in or out of this room aside from the doors, which had also been altered to be hermetically sealed and reinforced. A bunch of cushions and pillows had been cobbled together in the center of the room as a makeshift bed, but that was about all the creature comforts he had here.
“Whatcha think?” Ulric asked, looking more for approval than feedback.
Carter felt fortunate that his beastly visage wasn’t as expressive as his human one, otherwise, he was sure his look of disappointment would have shone through immediately. He then realized that if he wasn’t careful, his errant thoughts might get transmitted to the dwarf and hurt his feelings, although part of Carter was miffed that he was even considering the dwarf’s ego at a time like this. “It’ll do,” he said glumly as he lumbered into the room, his testes fighting for space behind him as he dragged his leaking cocks underneath him, his pecs feeling so swollen they nearly ached, leaking drops of his glowing blue emissions out of them. “I don’t know how much sleep I’ll be getting, but at least I won’t have to worry about changing anyone for the time being…” he told them, trying to be optimistic about an honestly crappy situation. “Do you have any idea what sort of testing you’ll be needing to do?” he asked Archibald, hopeful that at least the centaur would have ideas on that front.
“Well, to start, I’m going to look at these emissions you’ve been giving off. Your fluids, namely…ah, and speaking of…” Archibald paused, pulling out a small metallic briefcase and handing it off to Ulric. “I’ve asked Ulric if he wouldn’t mind collecting a few samples from you. Anything that you create that isn’t…normal, is what he’s going to be looking for.”
Ulric was already pulling on the hazmat suit from the case, little vials and beakers and tongs and tweezers inside. Soon enough he was fully equipped, Archibald nodding with approval. “Right then. We’ll leave the two of you to it.”
Brutus seemed pensive but only cast a longing glance over his shoulder as the two of them walked away, leaving Ulric alone with Carter. “Well…no real way to make this any less humiliating for either of us…probably oughta start with your chest,” he stated, squeezing one of Carter’s nips into a big beaker, collecting some of his milk. This felt very clinical…having Krusk drink it was much more pleasant.
Carter grunted a bit at that thought. As prudish as he could be, he never would’ve imagined a time where he would’ve longed for that orc’s lips around his nipple, eagerly sucking his life-giving milk down, making the most adorable noises as he suckled… He shook his head a little to try to get rid of that thought, his cocks starting to firm up again as he remembered the good times he’d had earlier this cycle. “So you don’t share some of our other crewmates’ enthusiasm for what’s been going on, huh?” he asked, trying to distract himself from the humiliating feeling of being treated like livestock, like a dumb beast. Part of him thought he was communicating just to reassure himself that he could, that his voice wasn’t going to be lost like he had feared it had been earlier.
“What’s there to be excited about? I’m tryin’ to treat this seriously like you are. The two of them are… well… I dunno what to say about what they’re thinking. Ahlawi I believe, but…Krusk…scares me a little. He’s a bloody demon! An actual demon! Or…at least he looks just like one. I dunno what made them change into what they are now, or what’s making you change…but it’s a problem and we need to solve it.”
Hearing someone else treat it as a problem, the way Carter was speaking about it, was somewhat reassuring. “Erm…Do you wanna tug your cock alone, or…?” he asked, immediately making Carter feel dragged back down. Of course, he’d need a sample of his cum.
“I… can’t tug anything these days,” he told Ulric with a grunt, his head motioning at the big useless paws he now had, sharp claws jutting from the pads. “I can get aroused a bit from the friction of rubbing myself on the floor but I don’t think it’d get the job done, so to speak,” he explained, looking away bashfully. “If you’re hoping to get a semen sample, I think I’ll need quite a bit of help in that regard, unfortunately…”
“…Well, I suppose that’s what the suit’s for,” he grumbled, gently rubbing the side of one of Carter’s cocks, feeling its weight and heft. “Whoof. Must feel pretty different walking around with this dragging on the floor…and these two,” he stated as he rubbed Carter’s sensitive testicles.
“So…does it feel good? When you…did whatever you did to change the two of them?” he asked after a few awkward moments of silent stroking that didn’t seem to get anywhere, being teased by rubber gloves was about the least erotic thing Carter could think of.
Carter swallowed and murred a bit as he thought back on the intimate encounters with Krusk and Ahlawi. “Yes, of course… how could it not? If it had been painful or uncomfortable in any way, I might’ve had the presence of mind to try to stop what was happening, but… I could feel something different coursing through me. It didn’t care how out of control things got. It just wanted… satisfaction. Release. I’ve never felt like that ever before in my life. It was kinda scary… but also kinda… freeing, if I’m being totally honest,” he explained, his cock massive and warm even against the heavily-insulated palm of Ulric’s hand. There wasn’t anything sexy about this, but he was still a man with cocks, and his responded to attention the only way they knew how.
As if to add to his point, a bellow that sounded as if it were from the depths of hell wracked the walls of the station, no doubt Krusk enjoying himself. The sensation of that orc at his mercy, so lost in his scent and freakiness, and the hunger with which he sucked out another egg from Carter’s body so that he could be powerful like Ahlawi…why hadn’t Carter kept him in his clutches a bit longer? If only to drain his chest again…Krusk’s scent, his weight, his power, his sheer presence…why didn’t he have the courage to ask the orc to spend the night with him before this? Before he became some kind of demon lord and left Carter…stuck like this, while he went on to fuck an actual dragon like the monsters they were.
Carter’s fangs were bared a bit as he snarled with these thoughts. “In fact, Ulric, I… I kinda miss it. I miss the feeling of feeding Krusk what he wanted… what he needed. I miss a mouth around my nipple, a tongue in my ass, a willing partner against my body!” He moaned, his hips rocking back and forth a bit, moving his shaft against the dwarf’s tentative hand. “I… I don’t wanna be a beast, but… I have so much inside of me that feels like it needs to get out…!” His drool began to increase and splatter onto the floor beneath him, his tongue lolling slightly out. “I-It’s not fair that those two can be so comfortable changing like this and I’m the one left feeling like a freak!”
His cocks extended past his forelegs when he was hard now, causing Ulric to relocate, squatting down in front of him and rubbing the heads. He figured he wouldn’t need to worry about having enough to draw a sample from. “Well, isn’t that…sorta up to you? You don’t hurt being this way, right?… You can like being this way if you want, can’t you?” he grunted, stroking and rubbing Carter’s dicks.
Carter looked confused at that. He hadn’t thought of that as a choice. “Enjoy… being like this? I don’t even have hands anymore! I have to be maintained like… like some kind of farm animal!” he snorted, eyes narrowing. “I can’t find a single trace of myself when I see my reflection, just a snarling, stupid beast! I’m… I’m a scientist! Ever since I changed, though, I feel more like some… some kind of stud, with more seed than he knows what to do with!” he exclaimed, his precum starting to pulse out in arcs now, splattering against the visor in front of Ulric’s face.
“Rrgh…” Ulric grunted, recoiling instinctively, rubbing more quickly so he can get this over with and get on with the work of fixing this issue and resolving the mass delusion that’d affected the other two on the ship. “Well, maybe you’ll…turn into something like them, then! Just…try and think of somethin’ sexy so we can get on with this! I don’t like you being stuck this way either, I’m trying to help.”
Something akin to a smile came across Carter’s beastly visage and a guttural utterance close to a chuckle came from his throat. “I can tell… I think this is the longest conversation we’ve ever had! I’ll tell you what would help me along… if I could see you without that helmet. Since I’m being so honest, I always thought you looked handsome,” he admitted, his cocks pulsing in the dwarf’s hand.
“Heh. Can’t help ya there I’m afraid…Gotta keep this on. Doc’s orders. I wouldn’t be able to help ya much if I turned into some sex-fiend like the fox-dragon, eh?” he chortled, continuing his rubbing. “But I was always willin’ to have a romp with ya. Maybe if we find out you aren’t contagious or something I can rub my lips against one of those cocks. Bet my beard feels real nice,” he teased him, trying to work a bit of leverage.
Carter gasped and his crystal started to glow brighter and faster as he heard that. “You… were?” he asked in surprise. “I didn’t think you thought much of me at all. You were always so serious and quiet around me… I thought it meant you thought I was a wimp or something…” he told him. He had missed a clue or two that the dwarf had been open to being more than just colleagues.
“I’m serious and quiet around everyone if ya haven’t noticed,” he grunted, hugging the cocks against his chest, his suit getting slicked up with pre. “Doesn’t mean I don’t want Brutus’s fat cock in my throat. Or Krusk grabbing my hair and snarling that he’s gonna breed me, fill me with his cubs when he cums in my ass. Fuck if that doesn’t get me off every time,” he purred, actually humping against Carter’s dicks now.
Carter made that chuckling sound again, humping against Ulric’s whole chest now, his crystal glowing faster and brighter as his excitement climbed. “Hehe, you’re kind of a dick pig, aren’t you, Ulric? What do you think you could do with two big ones like mine?” he asked, starting to slip more into a line of thinking that was unfamiliar to him, yet at the same time felt natural. He’d heard some of the other men talk like this… why couldn’t he? He had the cocks to back it up, after all!
“Mhhf, fuck…you’ve never seen my mods, huh? I can do a lot with a cock…or even a pair of ‘em. These are longer than I am tall, but Krusk’s cock woulda broken me in half if I were normal anyway, yeah? I’m a lot…stretchier than most guys. I knew ever since I was a lad that I was as piggy of a bottom and a cocksucker as they came, so I had some gene mods put in. I’d love to try and figure out a way to have you spitroast me all by yourself,” he grunted, his hardon quite visible through his suit.
Carter’s nostrils flared as he heard that. He’d always assumed that a tough guy like Ulric was a top and held weaker men underneath his bulky, squat body with one hand, resting that firm gut on their back, filling their ass with his fat dick. Instead, it turned out the dwarf was a cockhound enough that he went to the trouble of making sure he could take cocks whatever size they came in! It made his cocks throb powerfully and each shot fat gushes of precum against the hazmat suit, soaking it utterly in his juices. “Ulric, I…!” he choked out, his crystal flashing brightly, a warning sign he had neglected to tell the dwarf about. He could feel something coming on again and it wasn’t until it was too late, that he couldn’t send the message out, that he realized what was going on. He was facing toward Ulric as he opened his maw and unleashed a deep belch of that same shimmering, sparkling cloud of energy from before, utterly surrounding the suit. Could the suit designed to withstand any known contaminant prove itself against this new element?
To Carter’s horror, Ulric went wheeling backward, clawing at his face, gasping and choking. “What the fuck?! Carter?!” he coughed, the air clearing, revealing his suit was intact just fine, but it was already starting to stretch tighter and tighter around his swelling frame, his muscles and gut burgeoning through the stretchy material already. It didn’t melt his suit, it passed right through it like tissue paper!
Gasping, he unlocked the helmet and tore it free of the suit, sucking in some fresh and rubbing at his face. “W-what just happened?! What’d you do?!” He was panicked pawing at his body through the suit as his frame continued to stretch it outward…but not upward.
“I… I’m sorry! That happens sometimes, like a sneeze or a burp, I can’t control it!” he tried to tell the panicking dwarf. Carter balled himself upon his cushions and watched with wide eyes as the dwarf continued swelling outward, the hazmat suit’s durable material stretched skintight over the heavy bulk of Ulric’s gut, the growing shelf of his broad pectorals, the lats that were forcing his arms up and up, arms thicker than a man’s waist, thighs bigger around than they were long! There was finally a loud RIP as the material finally surrendered to Ulric’s changing dimensions, the dwarf’s body tingling all over in a strange, yet pleasant way.
Just as the suit had failed, so had his clothes, and the trembling, furry, stocky, increasingly-muscular dwarf was left standing there in the nude. He rubbed his body with hands in a lurid way, groaning as he felt his thickening cock, his frame packing on more and more mass, but growing wide enough to move properly with it. But the physical expansion wasn’t the biggest of their concerns, the glowing purple tint to his eyes was rapidly making itself known, the dwarf panting and wincing as his ears quickly reshaped themselves into points, strange glowing runes being etched into his skin, the same color as his eyes.
“Nhhg…n-no..it can’t be…!” he snarled behind his beard, which began to float and sway as though he were underwater, his frame pulsing with a power that Carter somewhat recognized. A runic circle appeared on the ground at Ulric’s feet, beams of light blasting into the dwarf at random angles, making him snarl and struggle. “No, no! It’s…it’s too much!!” he roared in distress. Carter could feel some kind of seismic shift like he was looking into the flash of an arc welder, a vast amount of energy and knowledge being pumped into this unwitting dwarf.
Carter had to hold up a leg to shield his eyes from the blinding light of the energy anomaly occurring in front of him. He didn’t know what else to call it other than that. What else could put out that level of light? He could feel his fur standing on end in the presence of that power. “Ulric!! Are you okay?! Are you in pain?” he asked, afraid that maybe he had finally gone too far and the changes he had put one of his colleagues through was ripping him apart on a cellular level. He saw that the light was finally starting to dim some moments later and lowered his paw down to try to see what was happening. Ulric had changed. The most obvious shift had been in the color of his hair. Formerly a fiery red, all of the hair on his body was now a bright, unnatural blue!
His eyes glowed with a lighter version of the same color, completely consuming the eyesockets. He wasn’t floating like Krusk, but he may as well have been since it seemed like his walking on the ground was merely humoring gravity rather than being bound by it. His beard arced with tiny shocks of light at random intervals, and his body was nothing short of beautiful. It wasn’t primally manly like Krusk, and he wasn’t some dragon-thing like Ahlawi, he was still a dwarf…at least, he still looked like one.
“Carter… I… I’m sorry,” he stated firmly, hanging his head as if in shame. “I didn’t take you seriously. I thought this was some shared delusion, that the stuff you were saying couldn’t possibly be true. Ahlawi was…right. This is…” he paused, wincing. “Magic. I know that now because I can do this.”
He thrust his right hand forward, a circular sigil appearing in front of his palm, and from the sigil erupted an aquamarine-colored mist that wafted over Carter’s body, rejuvenating him, making his fur shinier, making his muscles and cocks fresh and ready again, refilling his pecs to a near-painful degree, and making him feel like he’d just had an incredible meal and perfect night’s sleep.
“That’s so simple for me now,” Ulric stated, lowering his arm. “Just a small rejuvenating spell. I can do so much more, but I don’t want to risk the station starting to come apart. I…I can change you, Carter. You may not have the capacity to change yourself, but if you feel like a monster, I can help you.”
Carter’s beastly slit-pupil eyes were wide at the sensations he was feeling. The rejuvenation felt splendid, his muscles throbbing with strength, his balls fat and full, his pecs near-bursting with their milk, cocks straining their skin with their arousal. He snuffled the air with his nose, snorting a bit as he smelled the magickal energy wafting off of Ulric. It was intense, almost similar to ozone, but with a manlier bent to it. It was hard to describe since he’d never smelled anything like it before, but he enjoyed it a great deal and it was making him more turned on than he’d already been. “Before we do that, I say you make good on that teasing you were doing about that beard on my cocks…” he told him, drooling and bucking his cocks in the air instinctively, flinging glowing precum into the air.
Ulric nodded, his fat member having been revealed as his suit was torn off his body, the stubby chode of a cock rock-hard and dripping eagerly. He took a step forward, but his body lifted from the ground and floated towards Carter, gravity no longer having a hold on the pointy-eared dwarf. He reached forward and began to rub Carter’s cocks with his hands, his touch sending blissful electrifying tingles down their lengths, making Carter’s over-full balls spurt with pre eagerly.
“Guess I don’t even need my mods anymore,” he grumbled, frustrated that this ‘magic’ force had made everything so trivial. Regardless, his mouth opened and began to hungrily stretch and suck one of Carter’s dicks, his entire length being devoured in a single stroke! Ulric’s hands pumped the other one, the inside of his mouth like a warm, wet typhoon that was sucking in his cock for all it could, his magic no doubt adding to the experience of the blowjob.
“Hnnfhhf… too easy… I want more of a challenge, Carter. You want those dicks of yours to be bigger, to really stuff me?”
Carter wasn’t thinking with his human mind at this point, of course. He didn’t want bigger, more unwieldy cocks, cocks that would make it harder for him to reason, for him to use his scientist’s mind. He didn’t need cocks that would put any past pleasure to shame, that would be capable of shooting loads so powerful that they could dent a bulkhead. But this wasn’t about what he needed or wanted. It was about what the beast inside wanted and needed. And it wanted more, all the time. “YES,” he growled, snarling from his jagged maw as he drooled his luminescent saliva onto the floor, matting the fur on his muzzle as his four testes wobbled and stretched the skin of his sac.
Ulric got to work immediately, pulling off and rubbing one cock with each hand, the magic flowing through him making it a trivial affair to make Carter’s dicks grow. The beast-monster squirmed and snarled as the tingling sensation of magic flowing through his members and down into his nuts became his entire world, he could feel them stretching, swelling, getting heavier, longer, growing more and more!
Satisfied with how things were starting, Ulric dove onto both of those cocks at once, his jaw stretching into a gaping maw that could fit them easily, shunting forward and gripping Carter’s hindlegs as leverage, his floating body sliding back and forth over Carter’s swelling dicks, each pass more blissful than the one that came before it! Carter felt his balls rest on the ground behind him, churning with his hyper-potent spunk, Ulric’s magic driving Carter more and more wild with beastly power as he received the most toe-curling blowjob of his life! Ulric’s beard rustled against his flesh as he pulled back and forth, the coarse hairs adding to the stimulation. His cocks were jutting far in front of his forelegs now, so wide he had to adjust his stance, his paws struggling to stay on the ground as his cocks and balls grew so massive!
“I’ll… I’ll cum so much even you won’t have anywhere to put it all!” he boasted to the dwarf, feeling quite drunk on his size, his ears flattened against his head as he purred and his tongue lolled out of his mouth. His crystal glowed softly with his heartbeat, keeping time with his excitement. He heard another roar of pleasure from somewhere in the depths of the ship and decided he needed to show Ahlawi and Krusk he knew how to have a good time, too! He gave out the loudest, most terrifying roar he could muster, making the walls of the containment room rattle around him as his toes curled with the pleasure of Ulric impossibly shoving both of his titanic cocks inside of him, the tickling curls of the beard whiskers making him pant and wince.
Ulric wanted his friend to feel the power that he’d imbued him with, so his magic set about making a few other changes. Carter winced and huffed as he felt his cocks start to send more feedback to his brain, growing more sensitive, his bliss being felt more thoroughly. He didn’t know at the time, but Ulric was growing new nerve endings in Carter’s cocks, duplicating them so that he could feel even more sensation from his manhoods! He buried his face as deep as it could go on Carter’s dicks and began to lick the salty flesh of his balls, his beard scruffling and tickling and stroking his balls. Despite not growing much larger, his cocks felt three times the size they were, they were so sensitive, the heads alone had more nerve endings than the rest of his body combined!
Poor Carter couldn’t help himself anymore. His entire existence at that moment was his cocks. The rest of his body felt irrelevant compared to them. He howled like a wolf to the moon as his dam burst and his immense testes began to shrug and jostle together in their sac, sending his hyper-potent seed through to the massive cocks he owned that were pushing his front paws out to the side. His eyes shut tightly as rope after rope of seed shot out in great gouts from his slits, with enough pressure to puncture steel. It was the most blissful orgasm in his life, and that benchmark had risen significantly over the past cycle. He almost felt his mind dissolve into the bliss, drowning in the sensations his brain was now capable of registering, as his climax continued for minutes and minutes on end.
Carter’s blissful torment was only growing more intense, as the height of his orgasm revealed another trick that Ulric was playing on him. As he was in the most intense throes of orgasm, he felt the impossible happening, his mind nearly being torn in half as he was made to experience a second, simultaneous orgasm, his first and his second ramping his pleasure up even higher! He could only mindlessly buck his hips into the dwarf’s eager mouth, his claws grinding against the floor, his body feeling like it was going to explode with bliss! He didn’t even know such euphoria was possible, but Ulric was making it so. Trapped in his overlapping orgasms, all he could do was bellow louder and louder, his voice overpowering the coupling demon and dragon.
Carter could feel his crystal starting to glow faster again. After the last two surprise energy clouds he’d expelled, he’d learned to anticipate when they were coming on. He had to hold it in this time, he thought to himself. He had to! Who knew what it would do to Ulric, who was already this powerful. Whatever was left of his mind during that ego-dissolving orgasm tried its best to hold back his belch, like trying to hold in a sneeze. It was difficult and little curls of glittering gas escaped his nostrils, showing how close he was to blowing his stack. Finally, however, his orgasms stopped overlapping and he came back down to earth, panting, his pecs squirting glowing milk, his balls feeling utterly drained from their previously overfull state. He had no idea how much time had passed. Hours? He glanced down and saw only his beastly pecs. “Ulric? You still there?” he asked, tentatively.
Ulric slowly pulled off of Carter’s twin cocks, a contented sigh escaping him as he righted himself, his belly nicely distended with Carter’s load, though that must have been a heavily compressed volume of it! Carter had shot dozens of gallons, while the dwarf was just sporting a nice firm pot-belly.
“Ahh…that was wonderful, Carter…hah, damn, I got a little overzealous, looks like. Here,” he grunted, Carter’s cocks shrinking back to what they’d been before Ulric had grown them, the beast’s mind getting clearer now.
“Damn, you’re a whole party in one,” Carter sighed a beastly facsimile of a smile on his muzzle. “I don’t think I’ve ever experienced anything close to that in my life, not even with the others earlier today! I think this practice helped me control my little, uh, gas problem, too,” he sheepishly told him, the crystal in his forehead no longer pulsing, but firmly glowing continuously, whatever energy he had built inside of him already stored up and ready to be loosed on whoever he wanted. “Sorry, it took me so long. I hope I didn’t screw things up too bad for you…”
“Ah, I’ll be fine. Just…hrmph,” he grunted, closing his eyes and rubbing his beard in frustration. “Dwarves aren’t meant for this kind of…ephemeral magic nonsense. So to be charged with it and all too aware of just how powerful it is, and how powerful it’s made me, it’s concerning. But, nothin’ to be done about it. I can’t use magic to un-magic myself, heh.”
Carter thought about that. “If that’s the case, do you think it would work to change me back? I know you offered to do so earlier and… I feel ready now. Especially now that my balls aren’t making the decisions for me,” he chuckled, smiling gently. “I could really stand to hold a pencil in my hands again. Or to have hands again, period. Be able to speak an actual sentence… all the things people get to do,” he said, hopeful that perhaps all this craziness had given him an escape to be human again.
Ulric pondered that, rubbing his beard in thought. “I’m…not sure how that might go…but we can try. Worst case I can probably turn it back, right?” he said with a smirk, shrugging his broad shoulders. “Okay…so…you want to be your old self again, completely?”
Carter considered what he was asking and realized the implications. With someone like Ulric around, he could be anything he wanted, if this magic worked. He could be a more handsome version of himself. A bigger version of himself. He could also be something else entirely. Maybe even a centaur like Archibald? The possibilities made him shudder. “Maybe just try to put things back to square one to start with,” he nervously chuckled, looking away bashfully.
Ulric nodded, concentrating. A hazy mist surrounded Carter and began to press inward, dampening his fur as it passed through his skin, saturating his entire body. Ulric had his former human body in mind when he began casting the spell and focused as much as he could to try and reshape Carter back into his human body.
What he didn’t know was that the astral rift that had opened within Carter’s body would take in more of the magic that it begot, and use it to pull the aperture open even wider. Carter felt a trembling, groaning sensation fill his body, and for a brief moment, he had hope that he would be his old self again. But that was dashed when he felt his body lurch, drool filling his maw and splattering on the floor, his pelt growing shaggier, his fangs crashing up against each other, his body growing bigger and more feral!
“N-No, Ulric, s-stop!!” he tried to tell him, even though control of his telepathy was evading him as it, too, magnified in power. The musculature along his body became even more pronounced, the fur not doing much to hide his powerful haunches, forelegs, and pectoral muscles that pushed his forelegs out to the sides. His belly bloated with bulk, cushioning the tops of his twin cocks as his testes inflated again, cocks spearing out in front of him while still soft. He felt a pain on his back as the skin split open and leathery wings spread out, the span impressive with claws on the end. The spikes leading down his back were joined by crystalline structures between teach of them, and new horns burst out next to his ones made of bone, these also made of the same crystal that he had on his brow, which was also jutting out farther, glowing brighter. He felt his internal structures shifting, changing. He had no doubt now that he could make many more of those egg-like things. And wherever that glittering cloud came from, it was more potent as well! “I-It’s not working!!!!”
Ulric’s eyes were closed, apparently dead to the world as he put all that he could into the spell, his mind completely consumed by trying to manifest Carter’s original form. The beast’s pleas did nothing thanks to his scrambled mental communication, was he going to lose that as well and be trapped within his mind?! He couldn’t do anything, he was paralyzed by the sensations assaulting him, his body growing wider, thicker, taller, his wings growing more majestic, the skin gleaming with the same color as the crystalline spikes across his body, even his claws were turning into whatever that magical stone was! He struggled against new instincts that bubbled up within his mind; he wanted to sink his fangs into the prey of his choice, he wanted to overpower and mount a lesser male and breed him full of his superior beastly offspring, he wanted to spread his wings and ROAR with beastly might!
Eventually, he heard a gasp, and the magic’s grip released him. Ulric stood there stunned at what he was looking at, Carter hadn’t gotten more human at all, he’d only gotten more monstrous! He was beyond human now, beyond any manner of beast, he was a freakish abomination to the core now! “C-carter?… Are you… okay?…”
Carter closed his glowing eyes and grunted shaking his head back and forth, trying to clear his thoughts. It wasn’t easy to distract himself from those instincts. They were powerful, and seemingly much older than the learned behaviors of civility. He tried to concentrate and was able to gain control of his telepathic abilities again. They were… much more vast now. He could not only transmit what he was thinking to others, but he could also peer into the minds of others, as well. “I’m… I’m stable now, I think…” he rumbled in his deeper, darker mental voice, his form trembling and bloating another ton heavier in a moment. He couldn’t help but start to delve curiously into the dwarf’s mind, as he didn’t have very fine control over his new powers yet.
Ulric’s mind was a mix of awe and a bit of terror, seeing this four-legged beast that now was twice his height looming down over him, swollen with muscle and manhood. Uric had failed him, and he knew that even with all of his magic, this hulking beast could shred him to ribbons. The musk pouring off of Carter’s body was evoking some more carnal thoughts within Ulric as well, his cock rock-hard as he took in the form looming over him, imagining being pinned down by this…utter monster and being pumped full of his load again and again and again until Carter was satisfied.
“I-I…I’m sorry…” he whimpered, seemingly quite worried about how Carter might react to being made into even more of a behemoth monster, the exact opposite of what he wanted.
Carter’s tongue licked his chops, more of his drool gushing out of his maw and onto the floor, splattering sloppily. Now that he could read the dwarf’s mind, he could tell he wanted more of his beastly body, that he desired to be dominated by his hulking sexuality. “You should be,” he said deeply, taking a step forward, feeling how different it was to move his body around now that it was so much bigger and heavier. He experimentally moved his wings around, folding them, then making them sweep back outward. “This wasn’t what I wanted,” he told the mage, eyes narrowing at him. Carter knew he was intimidating, even terrifying, but a part of him enjoyed that and knew that Ulric desired it, too.
Ulric floated a few steps back, stammering. “I-I’m sorry! I don’t know what went wrong! I did my best to make you into a human again, but…!” He was sweating now, his back pressed against the wall. “T-there must be something special about you like my magic can’t overwrite your magic or something…b-because you’re the one who gave it to me, maybe? I can’t cancel the thing that made me what I am! I-I’m sorry, please, I can do some more research and try again later!”
“But what will you give me in the meantime?” he asked haughtily, growling and snarling a bit more, his spikes glowing and tail swishing behind him. His spread wings were blocking out the harsh fluorescent lights from above. “What do you think you have to offer me, now that I’m like this?” he purred, licking his chops some more and throbbing gently bigger all over. His cocks began to snake out in front of him, prodding Ulric in his gut.
“N-nothing! You…made me like this so I’m sure you can take it away from me too! I’m really sorry! I…I…” he whimpered, his eyes getting puffy as he trembled with terror. “Please…don’t eat me…” he squeaked.
Carter chuckled and lowered his head, looking Ulric in the eyes before leaning over and starting to gently run his teeth over the dwarf’s bulging muscles, his pointy fangs scraping lightly over the swollen mounds of bulky brawn, his tongue snaking out and leaving swaths of glowing drool on his hairy body. “I don’t know… you taste so very good,” he told him slyly. He nudged him against the wall more firmly with his nose and dipped lower, snuffling under that belly for his hard cock.
It wasn’t hard to find, given how Ulric was harder than diamond, pinned down by this massive monster. He gulped, trembling, afraid but also quite aroused at being so overpowered like this. “P-please! I-I’ll do anything you want with my magic! I can…I can change myself! Or someone else, probably!”
Carter chuckled. He felt like he was someone else now, but someone he liked. Someone who wasn’t afraid. Someone who took what he liked. Someone who got shit done. “I’ll breed you, boy,” he told him, purring as he gave that cock a long slurp of a lick. He raised his head back up and glared down at his prey. “Now bend over so I can take what I want.”
Ulric shuddered, pouring with sweat. But he couldn’t refuse, his body trembling with need. He turned and levitated himself so that he was at the proper height for Carter to spear him. Carter grinned and drooled even more as he saw Ulric’s pucker shift and morph, getting wider and meatier, starting to leak with ass-cum, the dwarf was ready for him and was using his magic to make himself even more appealing! “…Please…breed me, sir…make me carry your beast-pups…” he mewled.
Carter did what came naturally to his body now and reared up, his massive cocks lining up with that appetizing ass, and thrust forward, his paws up against the wall as he felt that ass gape against his intrusion and stretch along his glanses, allowing him to penetrate as he gushed precum in abundance. “Oh yes, yes! A fine penance for your failure!” he chuckled his tongue lolling out and drooling on top of Ulric’s head, the bulk of Carter’s chest and belly shoving him up against the wall face-first.
Ulric cried out as his meaty asshole was penetrated without mercy, his fat dick spraying against the wall as he came with incredible force, the newfound muscle of his pucker squeezing and milking Carter’s dicks as powerfully as they could! “Y-yes, sir! Please forgive me, sir!! I’ll birth the biggest and strongest pups possible for you!!” he cried out, seemingly stuck in a constant orgasm as he submitted to Carter’s will, giving himself over to the beast. Carter reared back and hoisted his forelegs up onto Ulric’s shoulders, making the dwarf cry out in bliss as he was rammed deeper and deeper!
Carter was grateful for the fact that Ulric could make himself as stretchy and empty inside as he wanted, as his mega-cocks seemed to simply disappear inside of him. He could tell that they were still there, though, given how Ulric whimpered and panted as he fucked the life into him, his precum overflowing the seal of his ass and dripping back down his inner thighs. Carter flapped his wings in excitement, gushes of air cooling down Ulric’s sweaty, hairy body.
Ulric couldn’t help himself, this was too intense, his magic was running beyond his control! His innards lit up with warmth, his hole sucking Carter’s cocks in deeper and deeper, his womb doubling and then doubling again, the heat inside his body skyrocketing! “N-nnghh!! F-fill me, make me immobile with your pups! I can take it, I’ll have as many as you want! I-I can give you four right now…how…many do you want, sir?!”
“Only four? I’d say half a dozen would begin to make up for your incompetence!” he roared at him, sinking his crystalline claws against that dense muscle in the dwarf’s shoulders, loosing his loudest howl yet as he began to climax inside of him, sending rivers of cum inside of him, to who knows where. His seed would not be denied, however. It would create a new life, whether Ulric wanted it or not!
Ulric wanted it more than air, he set his magic loose upon his own body, to whatever end he didn’t care, so long as Carter was pleased! The dwarf’s wombs grew more fertile, more eager, hotter, hungrier! He cried out in joy as he felt Carter’s seed taking root, making his belly bloat up bigger and bigger, not an inch of him was spared, every possible pup was going to be sired within him! Six? Ten? Fifteen? He had no idea, he just wanted to make Carter happy!
Carter wasn’t sure how long he’d been pumping his seed into Ulric. After a certain point, the dwarf had been drawing his baby batter into him from his balls, his magic milking him over and over again into more orgasms, giving him the fuel he needed to start their brood. It was only after it had ended that Carter’s more human mind became dominant again and he shook himself out of the breeding frenzy he’d found himself in. “Oh… my god!” he gasped, finding himself still hilted inside of Ulric. He pushed himself off of him and felt his long, flaccid cocks pop out of his ass, gushes of cum bubbling out of the hole. “Are you… all right, Ulric?” he asked, the demure, proper human in control of the hulking ultra-beast again.
Ulric nodded, a blissed-out grin on his face. “Y-yeah…of course…I’m so full of your pups, sir. I don’t even know how many…at least ten, I’m certain of that…” he sighed, levitating downward and turning around to show off his gigantic, rounded belly, rubbing it lovingly. “I can feel ‘em taking root already…I’m gonna be so huge and full, hah!” he chortled, seeming…proud?
Carter’s eyes grew wide. He suddenly remembered what he’d said and if he’d been capable of blushing, he would. “Oh… oh goodness! I’m afraid the beastly side of me took over for a moment… You’re… really happy to have my pups?” he asked, curious and overwhelmed by the changes to his life that had just happened. He never thought he’d procreate. Most humans these days didn’t.
“Y-yeah, of course I am! I…always wanted to have sons, I just never met the guy who could make me…want to have his, if that makes sense. Most guys are put off by my gruff exterior and think I’m intimidating, so I need a man who can push past all that…why do you think I got modded so I can take gigantic dicks? I always wanted to be someone’s ultimate bottom,” he giggled, blushing, quite happy with this turn of events. “It, uh, didn’t hurt that you could have snapped me like a twig between those jaws. Hearing you talking about punishing me for my incompetence and…and wanting to eat me, I felt like I finally saw the guy worthy of claiming my belly.
Carter blinked. It turned out that Ulric truly was a pig bottom who wanted to be punished and dominated! “Well, I’m glad it all worked out… I just don’t know how to be a father!” he explained, leaning down to sniff at Ulric’s swollen gut. “I hope they won’t be resentful of being born as… well, freaks,” he explained, ears turned down. It seemed he still had trouble accepting himself as he was now. But then, who could blame him, since he couldn’t even properly speak like a sentient creature?
Ulric sighed softly, patting Carter’s flank. “I know this is rough for you…and I’m sorry I just made it worse. But we’ll get through it…And they won’t resent it! They were born that way, they wouldn’t know anything else. They’ll have always been like that…and since you’re their father, they’ll think it’s perfectly normal.”
Carter snorted in approval at that thought. “Too bad that as powerful as you are, I’d happen to be the one thing that your magic can’t work on,” he sighed, flexing his wings as evidence of the folly of trying to do so again. “What do you suppose all these things on me are?” he asked, seeing the glowing crystals reflect in the burnished metal of the floors and walls. He tried to circle to take a better look at his bulk.
“If I had to guess I’d say they were more manifestations of you being a conduit for magic. See…whatever happened to you…you’re sort of a portal for magic to enter this dimension. That’s why you cough up magic smoke, magic is flowing through you into this reality. All of this knowledge kinda got forced into my head when you changed me…But I guess trying to use magic on something that’s already a receiver for magic just makes it worse.”
Carter raised a paw and saw the crystalline claw shimmer and glow. “I see… well, I guess you should report what you found out to Archibald. Maybe hearing all this will spur him to think of something? If not, at least you’ll be able to show Ahlawi that you’re more powerful than he is,” he chuckled, knowing how much that would annoy the vain former-fox. “I’ll… I’ll be fine here. Your magic filled me up nicely,” he chuckled, attempting to smile with his fearsome muzzle.
The dwarf finally agreed to leave, rubbing his belly lovingly as he float-walked out of the containment chamber that Carter was now being kept in. Carter tried to curl up and rest but found it unnatural and uncomfortable given his new body. For one thing, he’d never slept on the floor before, and even with the cushions that he’d been given to make him feel more comfortable, it wasn’t the same as a bed. And his pecs were bothering him. They were huge and bloated and were pushing his forelegs to the sides with their bulk, which was continuing to spurt up every so often, his form trembling and swelling bigger, furrier, more endowed, more beastly. Periodically he would worry that he was getting ready to have to use the bathroom, but instead of excrement, a few of those gelatinous eggs would pop out of his other end. His milk was leaking out of his pecs, as well, and his overproductive salivary glands were causing a swamp to form no matter what he did, to his frustration. He wasn’t sure how long it had been since Ulric had left, but after several unsuccessful attempts to sleep, he just began to pace the room, like a caged animal.
A heavy knock came from the other side of the door, startling Carter out of his pacing. “Carter?… Are you okay?” came a muffled voice. It was hard to make out through the thickly-reinforced door but it sounded like Brutus on the other side. “We saw what happened to Ulric…he says he’s going to have to your pups now, and he’s really full of magic!” That had to be Brutus, only he could sound excited and positive about this.
“Brutus, is that you?” he called out with his mind. “You can come inside, you know. I promise I won’t bite…” he told him. He knew he was in here for his good, but he didn’t want to feel like a prisoner… or, god forbid, a zoo animal.
“Okay… if you’re sure I’m not disturbing you.” The door opened with a hiss to reveal the bulky bunny, his fur mostly white and mottled with patches of brown and black, a cute little ‘stamp’ of brown over his right eye. Unaltered by Carter’s bizarre magic, he looked surprisingly plain and normal. He was still very big, nearly as wide as he was tall, his body packed with muscle that’d grown pudgier over time at the station, making the 6’3” rabbit a big wall of cuddly fluff. And he acted the part as well, frowning when he saw the state that Carter was in, even with a face capable of only a few limited expressions he could tell that Carter was suffering.
“Hey…it’s okay,” he whispered, reaching down to stroke the side of Carter’s muzzle, not seeming to mind drool all over his fingers. “You’re fine. Ulric is happy. Krusk and Ahlawi are happy. You didn’t hurt anybody.” His voice was as soothing as he could make it, the giant rabbit trying to be gentle in everything he did.
Carter whimpered as he heard the gentle tone that Brutus took with him. If his new body was capable of crying, he probably would have. It seemed only this bunny understood the strain that today’s events had put on him. He felt so guilty that he’d transformed others without their consent and that his own body was horrendously changed from anything resembling himself, his identity feeling tenuous the more he stalked around on those oversized footpads. “I’m so scared,” he told Brutus, being honest with him.
Brutus nodded softly, frowning. “I know. It’s a scary thing…” he squatted down and leaned forward, hugging Carter around the neck tightly. “But Archibald says it’s not going to make you sick or kill you, and that the changes in the others are based on how much of your magic-breath or eggs they took in. Ahlawi wants more now that he’s seen how powerful Ulric got,” he snickered.
“But I’m sure this is pretty terrifying for you, being at the center of all of this… It’s okay to be scared. I’d be really scared too. You don’t know what’s happening, or if you’ll ever change back, or what will grow or change about you next. Not to mention what’s happened to other guys around you. I can’t imagine how freaky that must feel to you, but I’m here for you, okay?”
Carter whimpered a little at the end of Brutus’ speech and instinctively gave him a lick on the face to express his affection. It was a beastly action, which embarrassed him further. “Th-thanks, Brutus. You’re the only one who seems to understand. I wonder how Archibald can be so certain I’ll be okay, though. He can’t even figure out exactly what’s doing this!” he huffed, feeling his body tremble and expand again, adding possibly another ton of mass to his already overburdened body!
“Well, he says that you’re growing to accommodate your new size and new power. So no matter how big and strong you get, it won’t hurt you. He’s not sure when you’ll stop growing and mutating…but I don’t think you need to worry about that, because however strong you get you’ll still be you inside. Ulric says you were very assertive with him about your desire for him…” Brutus blushed a little as he said that, smiling. “…So maybe this is helping you be more confident?”
If Carter had been capable of blushing, he would have as he heard that. “Yes, well, he had left me with some pretty strong… urges… and well…” Here he was, making excuses for himself. Even when he was a giant sex beast, he still couldn’t enthusiastically embrace his desires. He sighed and hung his horned head. “It feels more like my cocks and balls are the ones leading me around lately,” he explained with a rueful look in his slit-pupil eyes. “I really don’t know how you boys did it all this time… Well, actually, I guess I do know since I could hear what you guys were up to most times,” he admitted.
“You could have joined us whenever you wanted. I wasn’t asking you just to be polite…I thought you would have liked my soft fur and big muscles holding you, heh…But I didn’t wanna be too firm, I saw how you glanced at Ulric and his tummy, so…” he leaned back, patting his linebacker belly. “I guess it’s silly…but I always wanted you to trust me and think that you would be okay with me. I thought if I could just get big enough then you’d feel safe with me. Seeing you left out and alone was really sad…I wanted to make you part of the fun too.”
Carter licked his chops as he saw Brutus rub his gut. It was true, he had a real thing for the thicker guys. He’d beaten off to the thought of Ulric’s healthy belly on plenty of occasions. Now he felt like a fool for allowing fear to rule him. “I wish I’d known that… or had the confidence to not let my fear discourage me. I just… I was so much less than everyone else at the station. I couldn’t see what I could possibly offer anyone,” he explained, a bit ashamed about admitting his insecurity.
Brutus grinned and giggled a bit. “I guess it’d surprise you that I take a lot of pleasure in other guys getting off…particularly when I make them do it. You don’t have to be super big to be hot, you know. I would have loved to sit on your face or stuff your head into my big sweaty pits and flex my chest around your cock and slide you back and forth until you came. Other guys have said that I’m pretty dominant, but I see it as just wanting to make sure my partner enjoys himself…and I won’t lie, the thought of wrapping you up in my fluffy bulk and sucking you off until you cum over and over and your head is so sensitive and you’re almost pleading for me to stop, but I know you have more to give….it’s always seemed pretty hot to me, anyway.”
Carter blinked at that. “So… you liked me when I was little? But… what about now? I’m a monster…” he rumbled, gesturing with his paws at his fearsome maw and his many horns and spikes, spreading his leathery wings out to block the light from the ceiling. “No one could find something like me anything but hideous…”
Brutus just smiled, shaking his head. “That’s not true at all. You’re an incredibly unique guy, Carter. There’s nobody else like you in the universe. And you’re growing and getting bigger and more powerful…I still really want to make you squeal!” he said with a bright giggle.
Carter blinked. “You… you do? You don’t find me… monstrous? But why? I don’t understand,” he told Brutus, his whole form shuddering and bloating up another ton at that moment, pushing into the rabbit’s bulky torso. His cocks bloated outward unbidden, stretching out fatter and longer, becoming burdensome artifacts of his out-of-control virility.
“You keep saying that, ‘monstrous’. So what if you look like a monster? I think you’re a pretty great one. And a pretty hot one too, if I’m honest. I mean…everyone but you on this station would have been called a monster by humans in the past, right? And now we’re here, and we’re big, and we’re proud, and we’re strong, and we’re not going away. You’re the first of your kind…but maybe not the last, if you and Ulric get down to it,” he chortled, nuzzling what he could of Carter’s face and muzzle.
Carter couldn’t help but smile a bit at his friend’s optimism. “You really do see the best in things, don’t you?” he chuckled, nuzzling back as much as he could. “You’re right, I guess. I could be the first of… whatever this is. And I’m sure my sons will be happy to be like this. They won’t know anything different. It’s just… I didn’t have a choice, y’know? Maybe… maybe if I had a choice, I would’ve chosen to be… bigger,” he admitted to himself for the first time.
Brutus blinked at hearing that, looking down at Carter curiously. “Bigger?… But you got really big really fast, and it seemed like it freaked you out. You’re saying you’d want to be even larger than you are now?” he asked, grinning hopefully. Getting Carter to embrace what he’d become was going to be pretty important if Brutus’s guess as to what the former human was becoming was correct.
“I… I meant bigger than I used to be! Not bigger than this!” he stammered, trying to correct himself as he swelled bigger yet again, wings spreading out farther, claws and fangs growing in size, horns curling against themselves, tail inching out longer and thicker. “I mean, I can’t say I was happy being the smallest on board. Even Ahlawi was bigger than I was,” he remembered, feeling puny even compared to the lithe, toned fox’s former body.
“Ahh…yeah…I understand,” Brutus said, trying to be as soothing as he could. “You should have said something before…we have a medlab on board, it would’ve been pretty easy to genemod you to be larger. I’m sure Archibald would’ve been happy to do it…you really wanted to be a big stud, huh? Like…how big?” he asked with a little grin.
Carter looked away, embarrassed to admit it. Sure, he could’ve been genemodded, but it felt shameful to him to have to ask for it. The others… they had more or less been born with their gifts, aside from Ahlawi’s cock which he’d previously boasted had been a sweet 16 present. Having to ask for help to get bigger, stronger, more attractive… it had been more than he’d been able to handle. So he just stewed. Until all of this happened and now he was swelling larger no matter what he did! “I… I dunno…” he sighed. “I always thought Ulric was a nice size… or you.”
Brutus smiled brightly at hearing that, a little blush creeping into his fluffy white cheeks. “Aww… Little old me? I’m just some big burly backwater bunny,” he giggled, having to reach up a bit to rub along Carter’s muzzle and the underside of his neck, standing beside his twin throbbing erections. “But you’re a lot bigger than that now. Is it too much? Because…well, your body seems to like the size you are. And how you’re growing. I…kinda like seeing you grow too if I’m honest,” he confessed, grinning sheepishly.
Carter blinked again at that. “You… do? You like it when my body does… erf… th-this?” he asked, allowing the next wave of growth to crash over his body. He had been trying to hold it all back earlier, working against the forces of change in his body, resisting them. Now, though, he dared to let his guard down, and his body joyously swelled outward even bigger, another foot of muscle added to his chest, his belly surging bigger, his cocks thrusting out fatter surrounding Brutus, his shoulders getting even broader, his head rising more and more, the milk flow increasing as his drool drizzled out of his muzzle.
Brutus gulped, nodding faintly. “Y-yeah, I…I kinda do. Does it feel good for you, to just unleash yourself like that and let yourself be?” he asked, straddling one of Carter’s cocks, rubbing it lovingly as he ground his body against it, the material of his suit not as pleasant as flesh but still made for some nice friction.
Carter grunted and bucked his hips, making his cocks shunt forward suddenly, tossing Brutus forward a bit, sprawled over the trunk of sex meat. “Yeah, it feels good to grow… too good. I’m worried I’d never wanna stop. Anything that feels that good can’t be healthy to keep doing…” he told him, worried.
“Carter…” Brutus whispered, rising from his cock and stroking the side of his flank, smiling and pulling his suit’s mask off, taking in a deep breath of Carter’s man-musk and sighing happily, his fat cock tenting the material. “…I don’t think we can stop this. Not that it needs to stop. If Archibald could have stopped it, he woulda done it already. So…bend down…” he asked, waiting for Carter to do so, the bunny doing the best he could to plant a kiss on his snout tip.
“I know what’s boiling up inside you, Ulric told me about it. I…don’t want you to be scared or feel like you’re alone.” With that, Brutus rubbed his suddenly-bare bunny feet against the head of one Carter’s cocks, opening his mouth and breathing deep in preparation for what was about to erupt from the beast’s maw!
Carter really couldn’t help himself. He was going to have to give Ulric an earful later. He expected better from the levelheaded dwarf. Giving Brutus information that he could use against him, to coax another release of energy from inside of him…! Still, it was effective. Carter’s toes curled as he felt those soft footpads against his sensitive glans and his crystals glowed blindingly bright for a moment before he felt a pressure building up again and he couldn’t hold it back. He gave out a loud belch as the glittering purple-pink gaseous cloud erupted from inside of his throat, surrounding Brutus. He had just enough time to ponder in horror what devastating changes it would wreak upon the bunny. He… he wanted Brutus not to be a freak! He couldn’t turn into a freak like him!
Brutus inhaled as much of it as he could, the smoke vanishing into his mouth and nostrils, the bunny trembling as the power started to saturate his body. Soon enough, Carter wasn’t the only one growing, he felt Brutus swelling up against him, his thick linebacker body bulging outward in every direction, the stretchy material of his suit tearing and ripping as he grew bigger and bigger! Brutus didn’t know what he was going to become any more than Carter did, but already the hands on Carter’s head were larger, stronger, and gently more commanding. “Again,” he commanded gently, able to ‘kiss’ Carter a little better this time, his tongue rubbing against the monster’s own.
Carter’s body responded primally to this request from a growing partner. He found himself belching again, this time deeper, a darker purple mist that sparkled even brighter, denser, as he expelled this mysterious cloud of energy around Brutus, the bunny’s fur feeling so soft against his coarse hide.
Brutus’s trembling hands rubbed Carter’s neck eagerly, the bunny groaning as he didn’t let a single mote of the stuff go to waste, inhaling it deeply and bringing it into his body. He’d taken twice as much as Ulric now, and he was growing taller and wider at a pace that had Carter looking eye-level to him in a matter of moments, the bunny’s shoulders massively wide, his belly pushing out rounder and heavier, his arms thickening along with his legs, his heavy cock nudging his knees, still soft and already massively fat and eager.
“That’s good…I know it must be…hard…keeping it all in,” he groaned, doing his best to keep himself under control as the chaotic magic infused his body and made him bigger, stronger, more powerful…but in less explosive and obvious ways. Maybe it was a matter of willpower? “So…don’t. No more keeping it in. I want it all,” he grunted, coaxing Carter’s neck as though it were one of his cocks, trying to work that magic mist out of him. “Let it all out…I…I want it,” he rumbled, the affirmation and desire of Carter’s freakiness not something the monster had experienced thus far.
Carter hadn’t been able to keep himself from mutating and transforming unwilling colleagues… so how could he keep himself from transforming someone when they wanted what he had to give so badly? His body couldn’t, and so it eagerly surrendered his magic, another deep belch of glittering mist barging up from deep within, coating the bunny, suffusing his swelling body, magnifying it larger and larger, until Carter was looking up at Brutus, his snout pressing against the soft, plush flesh of the bunny’s belly.
Brutus rose up, and out, and up, and out, soon eclipsing Carter and casting him in his shadow! The hulking bunny grew more and more freakish with each passing second, his manhood hitting the floor, his shoulders wider than he was tall, his bulk magnifying upon itself again and again! He began to look shorter despite growing inches taller by the moment, thanks to how incredibly wide and thick he was getting, an immovable wall of fluffy power!
“Haahhh…nnghhf…I-it’s so much, Carter! I can’t believe you had to keep…grrnnhf…all of this…inside…you!!!” he bellowed, shuddering as his frame seemed to square upon itself, his mass rivaling Carter’s as his musculature and belly swelled and rounded out further, Brutus panting happily. He didn’t get too lost in his reverie, though. Looking down, he grabbed Carter by the middle and hoisted him up as though he were a toy, pulling him forward so that the beast’s leaking nipples were dripping onto Brutus’s head. Carter felt one mouth…and then another close around his nipples, drinking his milk with savage ferocity, a pair of massive mitts closing around his manhoods and pumping them eagerly, letting Carter grind his cocks into the soft, warm, fluffy flesh of Brutus’s expanding belly while he was sucked and stroked off, getting more and more lost atop the mountain of mass that was Brutus!
Carter couldn’t see what was happening beneath him. He could just feel what was being done to him. Did Brutus have two heads now, like Ahlawi and Krusk? Did he have more arms now? He felt himself being held up… but also his cocks being stroked! He panted and snarled and thrashed about, his big pecs being milked. His tongue lolled out as he felt the relief of the pressure in his chest. He had given such deep reserves of magic to Brutus. What was he now? What power did he command? His cocks certainly weren’t shy about showing their appreciation to their new friend as his balls began to seize up and his shafts swelled a bit more, shooting rope after rope of hot seed against the wall of bunny before him.
Brutus was enjoying himself underneath Carter, stroking and sucking and purring and moaning with delight as his body continued to expand, making Carter start to feel small as his world was suffused with more and more mass. “Let it all go, Carter! I-I can take us someplace safer for everyone, but I need more! I feel it welling up inside me, but I’m keeping it down, for now, just letting a little amount out. I want…I need your eggs. I want to devour everything you have to give, Carter!” he roared, pulling the wolf-monster free, revealing that he still just had the one head and the two hands…so how had he done that?
Carter didn’t have time to ponder when he was quickly turned around and his rear was brought to Brutus’s mouth, the bunny’s thick tongue making Carter tingle and shiver, the slick, powerful organ slipping inside of Carter’s monstrous body so easily, like he was forcing Carter open wider and wider!
Carter didn’t even have time to ask what was going on, what the bunny was working toward before he felt his body start to seize up. It seemed that it was very sensitive toward being worked over in this particular way, his prostate or whatever equivalent organ he now had shuddering as his body released a huge clutch of eggs from deep inside of him. He had no idea how many he had loosed; twenty? More? It felt like they’d been fucked out of him as he roared wildly, cocks firing into the air as he was hyper-stimulated.
Carter felt his body opening up with some encouragement (and the immense pleasure of being so thoroughly eaten out), releasing more and more eggs, the monster’s eyes crossed with pleasure, barking and roaring and snarling as he pumped more and more and more into Brutus! This was going to be a disaster, some kind of explosion, nobody had ever taken so much of his mist and eggs at once before, he’d surely detonate from so much of Carter’s power! Why did he let Brutus do this, he didn’t know what forces he was playing with! Carter heard one of the walls crunch, the panic only feeding his orgasm more and more as everything went white.
He came, and came, and came, not feeling himself sucked out into the vacuum of space, nor did he feel crushed by Brutus’s expanding bulk. He was being quite snugly held around the middle, however, and realized after some time that his surroundings had changed. The station walls had vanished, and in their place, a starscape overhead and an endless plain of soft, snowy ground beneath him. He looked down to find himself bear-hugged against the bunny’s massive middle, his entire form squishing against the round, warm dome, squeezed and stroked by some phantasmal force. Looking upward as his orgasm decreased in intensity (though didn’t stop by any measure), he saw Brutus leaning against a hillock of ground behind him, massive portions of various foods and desserts appearing in front of his face, floating in midair, the bunny grabbing them with grease-stained hands and stuffing them into his gullet, drool running down the sides of his mouth as succulent meats were devoured, entire cakes vanished in a single bite, food in quantities beyond measure were being greedily stuffed into the rabbit’s mouth without end!
He only stopped when he felt Carter stirring, smiling and wiping his face with the back of a gigantic forearm, a low but loud bbbhhhrrHHRRRPPPP of a belch rumbling up from the rabbit’s immense gut, shaking Carter gently. Brutus looked…different. Not only did he appear to be more stout and strong in proportions that would make any dwarf look like an anemic weakling by comparison, but he also sported a pair of backward-curving horns the same color as Carter’s own…and his eyes twinkled with the same purple-blue light.
“Heh. Sorry about that. It’s just…now that I can eat and grow as much as I want it’s hard to resist, y’know?” he giggled, demonstrating by slurping down a link of sausages about thirty in number, each the size of one of his monstrous forearms.
Carter felt the phantasmal hands around him ease off in pressure as he tried to right himself, his swollen cocks still gently shooting their loads underneath him, his four testes swollen with seed that would be expelled within moments. “Brutus… what happened? Where are we? Did I pass out?” he asked, padding around the expanse of the bunny’s big, soft belly. It jiggled underneath him pleasantly as he looked up at the bunny devouring more of his favorite treats. “And where is everyone?! Are they safe?” he asked, worried that his decadent actions had caused his crewmates to suffer a grisly fate in the cold of space.
“They’re fine,” Brutus said in a jovial tone, his smile giving Carter no cause to worry. “I did get too big for the station, but I just…took us somewhere else. Someplace else in the galaxy where it can be just the two of us where you didn’t have to worry so much…where I could keep you safe. And I…ooh…” he paused, his body trembling a bit, the rabbit’s eyes falling half-lidded and his mighty voice groaning in bliss. He pumped his hips forward, reaching down around his belly, around Carter, making the monster look backward and witness a throbbing tower of masculinity, a cock so gigantic it jutted hundreds of feet into the air, his balls so immense they were each the size of a football field, the rabbit stroking what meager amount of his cock he could reach.
“Haahh-haahh…i-it’s…o-ooh, it’s…gonna be a…big one!!!” he bellowed, his monster-dick erupting and spraying glittering seed so high into the air that Carter lost sight of it, jettisoned to some distant part of the plains they were laying on. Brutus’s grunting and moaning got louder and deeper as he bucked his hips, his frame creaking and expanding, taller, wider, thicker, fatter, more cock, more balls, his man-scent growing stronger, hirsute patches of musky golden fur spreading across his pecs and down his lovetrail, his immense body writhing in bliss as he grew and grew more massive, more freakish and bloated with power!
But even more distracting was the rumbling and shaking all around them, whatever planet they were laying on appeared to be having some kind of earthquake! Brutus seemed utterly unconcerned, and his belly proved good insulation for Carter to rest on as the land shook and rattled, filling his ears with the sound of tectonic plates moving and Brutus crying out in bliss at the top of his lungs as he continued to cum.
Carter laid back as he tried to look up at that cock and see where the cum went. Was it just plopping back down onto the planet somewhere else, or was the rabbit’s shots powerful enough to… give them escape velocity? It seemed ludicrous to the scientist’s mind, but he truly couldn’t see where the seed landed. It was possible, now that anything was possible. “So it’s just us here, huh?” he asked, turning back to Brutus’ face, watching those purplish eyes half-lidded in their ecstasy. “Is… the planet safe? It seems to be having some sort of bad reaction to your release,” he observed, the ground underneath Brutus quaking some more as the orgasm continued. Carter swore he could feel something in the air around him. Was that Brutus, too? It was like… when you walked into a static field and every hair stood on end, only a bit different.
It took Brutus a few moments of happy panting and groaning once his orgasm had gone on for about ten minutes and subsided to calm down, about a third again as big as he’d once been. “Whoof, that’s…a lotta questions for a poor bunny cumming his brains out!” he laughed brightly, his rich, deep voice penetrating Carter and practically hugging him from the inside. “Yeah…it’s just us here…And the planet is, uh…me.”
That made Carter’s face turn up in an incredulous expression for a moment. What’d he mean by that? Carter looked around and for as far as he could, snowy plains and a few patches of ground in the distance were all he saw. And his new eyes could see much better than his old ones, they were surrounded by hundreds of miles, possibly thousands, of this odd planet.
Seeing Carter’s confused expression, Brutus grinned and gently hoisted him off his tummy with his massive mitts, setting him down on the ‘ground’ beside him, allowing him to feel the plush, soft fur that covered it.
Carter blinked and pawed at the “grass” under his feet. It was certainly soft like Brutus’ fur. The ground beneath was pink and springy. “But…!” he exclaimed, casting his eyes about. He tried to run in a direction for a minute, more and more of the fur beneath him as he awkwardly ambled around on his four legs, dragging his stones and cocks along with him. Everywhere he could see… it was the same. He padded back to where he saw Brutus’ face and looked up pleadingly for an explanation.
Brutus was grinning proudly, his eyes taking in Carter’s expression with a malicious chortle. “I told you! I’m the whole planet. Here…close your eyes.”
Carter did so and was confused to see what he was looking at. It looked like a sort of white cloud floating through space, but as he looked more closely, he could see features…pecs, a belly, two gigantic nipples, but on a body that was beyond any form Carter had ever seen, buried in its flesh and muscle, the head must have been in the little pinprick at the top of where the pecs and the trap muscles met…and as his eyes and mind adjusted, he saw the massive rod of ruby flesh that forced this freakish mountain of maleness to spread his bloated and useless legs as far as he could to straddle atop it, a manhood so monstrous and bloated that it made the massively-immobile body atop it look like an atom, by comparison, the white-furred behemoth appeared to be merely a life-support system for a cock that spanned the length of an entire solar system, was wider than three of them stacked atop each other, and had a pair of balls that made even his cock look small, churning out an endless supply of seed that the immobilized creature couldn’t stop ejecting into the starscape around him, the seed catching the light of stars and shining in the depths of space, twinkling with the same kind of magical power that Carter’s mist had.
The view began to move inward, towards the top of the immobile monster-bunny’s belly. For a long while, it felt like nothing was happening until he saw a little mote of something in the very center. As the view zoomed in more and more, and as the spot of ‘earth’ off in the distance was revealed to be a brown patch on Brutus’s mottled fur, he finally saw the two of them laying there, as though he were watching himself on a camera feed. Opening his eyes made the image disappear, and Brutus was in the middle of downing what looked like a swimming pool-sized bowl of ramen, sighing and wiping his mouth with contentment as the bowl vanished. “See? It’s not so tricky to understand, heehee,” he giggled, curling and uncurling his toes.
Carter trembled, his scientist’s mind trying to fathom what had just been revealed to him. The others had been… extreme, sure, but at least somewhat within the boundaries of comprehension. This was shattering what he knew reality could support. “How… ?” he asked rhetorically as he glanced around him, the expanse of flesh ever so slightly expanding and contracting. “I did this to you? And… you’re happy I did it?” he asked, watching the bunny shovel a seemingly neverending bowl of pudding into his mouth.
It took Brutus a moment or two to pull away from the pudding, licking the banana cream off of his lips and rumbling a belch that made his belly wobble, sighing contentedly. “Well, I took us away from the station, as far away as I could get us, and I just…well, kept growing!” he giggled brightly. “And yeah! Why wouldn’t I be happy? I’m so big, Carter! And I’m growing bigger and stronger all the time! Usually, it’s gradual but I do have these spurts like you just saw where all of me just surges bigger! I-it feels amazing, and they get a little longer each time! This life feels like paradise to me, I can just eat, grow, and cuddle with someone who makes me happy. And I’m always eating more and more magic, all this food you see me stuffing into my gob is full of the same power as your eggs! There are about…300 different instances of ‘me’ that are all over me just pigging out! My real body is so big that it makes eating kinda difficult, so I just make new food inside of my stomach already, but then I don’t get to taste it…which is why I made so many little ‘me’s to taste all kinds of things at once!”
Carter’s mind boggled at that. Different instances of himself? Clearly, with the magic that had infused his being, Brutus had gained an understanding and perspective of the universe that was drastically different than the very mortal one he had. “That’s… incredible! It sounds like you’re a genie granting your wishes!” he told him in awe, trotting up to him and licking his side affectionately. “I… I think I need to talk with Archibald… he’s probably worried about what’s happening, right? I should try to explain things… calm him down,” he told Brutus. He was very happy that he had made Brutus so happy. He was a sweet bunny and deserved everything good to happen to him, but he wasn’t ready to spend the rest of his life lazing about with an infinitely growing god!
Brutus grunted, rolling his massive shoulders. “Archibald is pretty worked up, yeah. I’ve been talking to him ever since I got my bearings. He says that this has gotten out of hand and that he doesn’t think he’ll be able to fix it anymore. Which is fine by me, heh. But the stuff I’ve told him just seems to make him worry more. He says he’s going to have to do something drastic to get a handle on things. I think if you weren’t a two-dicked beastly behemoth you’d probably be freaking out about stuff that science has no explanation for either, haha!” he said with a bold chuckle.
“But you don’t have to go rushing back to him. Don’t you wanna stay here for a while? Eat with me, lay with me…make love with me? There’ll be plenty of time for Archibald being a fuddy-duddy.”
That made Carter nervous. Drastic?… Could Archibald even do anything drastic? It seemed so against his gentle nature.
“Believe me, you’re giving a persuasive argument,” Carter told the god-bunny, continuing to affectionately lap at his side. “but what you just told me makes me worry. It sounds like Archibald might do something dangerous if we don’t stop him. I wouldn’t want anything to hurt him, and it definitely seems like he would be the one more likely to get hurt than anyone else at this point,” he huffed. “You see what I’m trying to say, yeah?” he asked Brutus.
Brutus sighed and nodded sadly. “Yeah, I do. I can send you back. But I’ll be watching closely and there’ll be a copy of me there to meet you. I don’t want you going and getting hurt just as we were about to get to know each other. Is that what you want?”
Carter nuzzled against Brutus’ swollen side. “It is what I want, big bunny. Please, I need to talk to Archibald. Maybe I can calm him down. We used to work closely together, after all. I probably come the closest to knowing how he thinks,” he told the bunny god.
Brutus nodded and huffed. “Still not big enough…” he muttered under his breath sadly. Before Carter could question it, he felt himself encapsulated in some kind of clear bubble, and in the next instant, he was being propelled through the galaxy at speeds so dizzying that the stars and whorls of cosmic paint blended to create a dizzying array of light, Carter somewhat dizzy as he slowed his pace and slipped through the open docking door, moved up through the ship, and was finally deposited outside the door to the bridge. The station had seen better days, parts of it were damaged and the red emergency lights had come on, though thankfully nobody seemed to be hurt.
As promised, Carter jumped when he felt a hand on his shoulder, that belonging to a version of Brutus that was a fair bit smaller than he’d seen him a moment ago, not some jovial giant with a debilitating manhood whose tummy was a big cushion for Carter to lie on, but instead a more reasonably-sized (yet still nude) bunny, as tall as Carter’s shoulder. “Ready?” Brutus asked him. Seeing him nod, he pushed the door open and saw Archibald standing behind a console, his massive, majestic body wound tight with tension, rapidly sliding between screens, displaying information that Carter had never once seen in his research. Ornate geometric patterns, writing in a language he had never seen before, depictions of objects and items that seemed impossible, crystals emitting various letters of this runic language…so much that he’d never seen and never knew.
Sensing Carter’s presence, Archibald turned and forced a smile, reaching up to brush his long hair out of his sweaty face. “Ah, Carter… Brutus here tells me you’re feeling much better. I’m very glad to hear that,” he said in his usual kindly tone, dissonant from the frantic pace that he was working at the terminal. “As you can see, we’re…dealing with a few technical issues at the moment, since our chief engineer, head of security, and network expert appear to be engaging in some raucous lovemaking with great disregard for sensitive equipment,” he chuckled good-naturedly.
“I can imagine you are…very confused and worried about this whole situation, Carter,” Archibald said with a sigh, his massive shoulders slumping, his bright eyes and silver hair making him seem like a disappointed grandfather that Carter wanted desperately to see smile again. “I have to confess, I am…unsure of where to proceed from here. Things have gotten quite out of hand.”
“I came back because Brutus told me he’d been talking to you and some of the things you said had me worried about you. Are you okay, Archibald?” he asked, padding forward a few steps, as kind a look on his face as he could muster given all of the spikes and horns and fangs he now possessed. “What were those symbols on the screen a moment ago? I’ve never seen them before…” he observed, not even realizing that his innate curiosity was reaching out to Archibald’s mind, peering into the centaur’s inner recesses, starting to read him like a book. It was a disconcerting sensation, delving into a centaur’s mind. It wasn’t like his own. His mind was like a handsome little one-bedroom apartment. Sure, he could decorate it lovingly, make sure he kept it tidy, but it was still a limited thing. Archibald’s mind, in comparison, was like a sprawling, palatial mansion, with wings and corridors, and gardens reaching outward for miles and miles, filled to the brim with memories and knowledge. He instantly knew something was wrong. Archibald had been hiding something from the crew!
Archibald’s expression turned into a guilty, weathered smile at the feeling of Carter probing his mind. “Ah…you have learned to do more with mental projection than mere speech. Well done…and yes, you have no doubt realized that I know more than I let on. The force that swept through the ship and reacted with the material that you were testing, the cause of everything thus far…that was what’s called an extractive pulse. One of the many different cosmic events recognized through our increasing mastery of what is referred to by others as ‘magic’.”
Carter could sense the internal disdain for using such a term, much less using it around those not privy to its secrets. A grim and cold sensation was forming in Archibald’s mind and heart, and the way a centaur experienced such things nearly flattened Carter to the ground in anguish. This was just him observing Archibald’s mind, not inhabiting it, and even he was awestruck by just how much was missing within his mind compared to a centaur’s.
“We don’t refer to it by that name, we simply say these effects and objects are ‘anomalous’, their nature and usage unknown until further study is done. Things that we have created that the galaxy takes for granted every day, things like FTL travel, universal translator software, the elimination of cancer from the human genome, these developments were all accomplished through the use of anomalous materials and methods. Whatever explanation you have been told as to the inner workings of these technologies is incomplete.”
“I… so… so wait…” Carter reeled, lowering his head as his eyes grew wide, his frame gently swelling outward more and more as his concentration shifted from controlling his body to understanding what his colleague was telling him. “So all this time, the things we’ve been studying and calling anomalous… you knew what they were? And you just kept us in the dark? Why? Why?! Do you have any idea how foolish that makes me feel?!” he growled. If he’d been capable of tears in his new form, they doubtless would’ve been forming at his eyes. He and Archibald were scientists. The assumption was that knowledge was shared for the greater good of everyone, not hoarded. Archibald had let him puzzle about the nature of the mysterious objects around them for years and, what, laughed at him behind his back? What a silly, stupid human! He slammed a paw down on the floor, causing the room to shake. “Everyone! Get in here! Archibald has been keeping something from us that he would very much like to explain now!” he roared telepathically, communicating across the station to the others who were in the throes of their umpteenth orgasm, now interrupted with this curious bit of drama unfolding.
Even Archibald jumped at the sudden ferocity of the blow and the psychic scream. Soon enough, many more eyes were upon him, the fox-turned dragon seeming to take great amusement in watching the powerful patriarch squirm.
“Now wait a moment, Carter,” the taur responded calmly. “There’s no need to be upset. You’re familiar with the way that primary school students are taught Newtonian physics, yes?” Carter did remember that, of course. “And as students mature through their studies, Newtonian physics is revealed to be…well, somewhat incomplete as a standard for describing the universe. Classical mechanics is not invalidated by quantum mechanics, but quantum mechanics expounds upon areas of study not covered by classical mechanics. This is a similar situation. The experiments we were conducting existed within the scope of both anomalous and non-anomalous mechanics and materials. There was…simply another layer that only I was privy to.”
Carter wasn’t ready to stop being angry with Archibald yet. The taur had just compared him to a primary school student! He had a Ph.D.! He’d studied for years to know what he knew! He was a bright mind in his field! And here Archibald was, saying that he wasn’t equipped to understand it! “That’s the problem here! There was information that only you understood, and you kept it that way! You could’ve sat me down at any time, like you are now, and explained this all to me, to us, to let us know what we were really out here doing, and what… you thought it best we didn’t know? You thought that we couldn’t understand? Who are you to make that decision for us?” he demanded, his mental voice quite hurt. All the nagging insecurities he’d had about how Archibald viewed him as a human… they were all coming true.
Archibald sighed, shaking his head. “Carter, I do not look down on you or have some vendetta to keep you in the dark. This knowledge is a closely guarded secret within the highest chambers of centaur scientific knowledge. It is kept hidden from others not because they can’t understand it, but because we cannot ensure that they will use it responsibly. And this is a sense of stewardship that the centaurs have embodied since their creation. We were born in an age where we had just barely poked through the bounds of Earth, which teetered on the brink of destruction through weapons that mankind had created, harnessing the power that they just recently understood…and making it into a weapon of war. We set about quickly dismantling this state of affairs, and it has made us rather private when it comes to matters that could annihilate things with careless usage.”
“Still, you thought we couldn’t handle it. Even now, you wouldn’t have told us if I hadn’t reached out and found out that you were keeping a secret. I… I thought that we were colleagues, Archibald,” he explained, the hurt evidenced in his voice. He couldn’t help but reach out with his mind powers subconsciously again and try to understand why someone he considered a colleague could behave this way. He delved into parts of that mind-palace that were dark and dusty, that even Archibald himself preferred to forget existed. He could feel the taur resisting his efforts to open the door to that repressed part, but his power was stronger than Archibald’s defense. What he found made him see his colleague differently. The old taur was… afraid of being powerless, of being weak in any way. He had been alive for so long, ensconced in centaur high society, kings of creation, masters of all they could survey… except this mysterious, anomalous phenomena. Archibald feared it down to his bones, and that was a feeling he hadn’t felt very often in his many, many years of existence. Carter realized what the taur’s next step was going to be. “Archibald, no…”
Archibald trembled a bit, wincing as these parts of his mind were explored. He knew what Carter was doing, but it was much more limited in his experience than what Carter was capable of now. There were contingencies, fail-safes…and Archibald hadn’t enacted many of them. “Do not be alarmed, Carter…I am not going to blow us all up or anything, a fat lot of good that would do!” he chuckled grimly.
“…I have failed my brothers in my responsibilities. I should have and could have, shut this whole debacle down. What happened to you, Carter, is unprecedented. Nothing like it has ever happened. That material you were studying was purported to…” he paused, sighing and shaking his head. “It could potentially make the connection to this primal plane of anomalous energy more permanent, or at least more reliable. I had planned the wave to pass over the material and observe it, but I had no idea it would have such a dramatic effect. A minor glimmer of odd light, perhaps. But to explode so violently and crash through you, never…and what happened then essentially made you a living gateway to this anomalous… ‘magic’ power, Carter. It flows through you. You can control some of it, but you primarily exist now as a channel for it, and you cannot control it. It will continue to flow through you forever, though you may eventually cease growing and changing as you eventually lose your status as a denizen of this plane and are replaced by this magical power entirely. Like how your cells make an entirely new ‘you’ every few years.”
He paused, hanging his head. “I…could not bring me to kill you, Carter.”
Carter snorted a bit as he heard that. “Don’t sound so disappointed,” he harrumphed, stomping a paw on the floor in annoyance. “At least now I understand you better. These stupid mind powers are good for something, I guess. You… really have trouble handling feeling powerless… which is ironically what I felt all the time before,” he chuckled ruefully, trodding up to Archibald, still not quite tall enough to look him eye-to-eye. “What I find interesting is that a deep part of you longs to be powerless, to cede control to another, but you always stop yourself short of doing that,” he observed.
Archibald narrowed his gaze, tears forming in the corners of his eyes. “Carter, I…do you not understand? That was the contingency in place. Anyone affected by magical power to the point where the effect cannot be predicted…is meant to be Nulled. Essentially cutting them off from all sources of this force. And if they are sufficiently affected by magical power, cutting them off from it would kill them. You would have been a minor tragedy, a lab accident that claimed a casualty. But I…I could not do that to you. Out of compassion for you, and out of my duties as a scientist. When I say you are unprecedented, I meant it. If the power was not dangerous to you, I thought it best to simply let you exist with it. So long as the alternative was killing you, I…” he paused, sniffling and wiping his eye with the back of his wrist.
“So much new knowledge has been uncovered. So many discoveries have been made. Would you have preferred that I followed my instructions and Nulled you? Not only would you die, not only would these discoveries be lost…but the happiness that your power has brought to your crewmates would be lost as well. I did hide information from all of you, I have hidden it this entire time, as has every centaur scientist of prominence. We do this not out of contempt or pity, we do this because we wish to see life flourish and prosper in happiness. We centaurs do not have much in the way of ‘programming’, but even we cannot escape our instincts. And in some cases…contentment must triumph over knowledge if we cannot be sure that knowledge will be used correctly.”
He paused, his little speech punctuated by a sigh. “So… that is the entire story. As to what happens now…it sounds as though you have a fitting punishment for me in mind already, Carter. There is nothing I can do to stop you.” That was probably the most terrified Archibald had ever felt in his long life. But the cold grip of fear was mixed with a sort of…relief? It was difficult for Carter to parse out. Archibald was indeed terrified of not being the master of any given situation, but… maybe he didn’t need to be, and things would be okay anyway.
Carter shook his head. “I… I don’t think any of us are trying to punish you, Archibald. You don’t seem happy. I’m not sure you could be happy in a world where this anomalous force is running free. You’d feel… responsible, or like you’d failed. You haven’t failed, Archibald. You’re just… not in control anymore. And that’s okay,” he told him, his words seemingly hitting the taur hard, making the ancient creature’s muscles quake a bit with the profundity of the truth within them. “Maybe… maybe we can help you learn to let go a bit. If you’d let us.”
“Let go of what?” he practically sobbed, his shoulders slumped. “My failure? My inadequacy? I don’t know what will happen next, Carter. My colleagues…will be able to pool their resources and stop this. But it will mean the indefinite capture and suspension of each of our consciousnesses. They will arrest all of us, and place us in a slumber that may well last forever. They have the power to do that. Removing my memories will not stop that from happening.”
Hearing that caused murmuring from the others gathered around. “Wait, the taurs are going to come here and imprison us? Are they already on their way?!” Krusk’s heads asked in unison. Ever since his transformation he usually tended to have one head or the other do the speaking for him, but in moments of shock and surprise like this, he lost a bit of control and spoke with both at the same time, making his demonic voice resound in stereo.
“No overgrown horse is going to put me into suspension!” Ahlawi snorted, a bit more composed than his demonic colleague, but no less irked. He spread his wings impressively and gave a fiery snort out of all four of his nostrils, arms attempting to cross over his pectorals, a largely futile effort.
“Th-that’s right!” Ulric piped up, having been taking in this whole exchange so far with an inscrutable look on his face, his glowing eyes obscuring his intentions. “We’re powerful now. If someone comes and tries to make us do anything we don’t want to do, we can fight back!”
“Can’t we just talk to them?” Brutus asked sadly, his ears which were normally proudly pointed toward the ceiling now pulled back in anxiousness. “I don’t want to have to fight anyone…”
“We share a collective gateway to the power that we have discovered so far. No doubt they have already detected the disturbance and are merely formulating a plan to contain us all. They will use the same power that you command, Carter, to seal us in stasis. They have never had cause to converge so many apertures of anomalous power at once, but they have the means to do so. I…c-could use this power to attempt to protect us, but…I would have to draw even more of it out than they would, I…”
He trailed off, wincing and hanging his head, rubbing his eyes with one massive, meaty palm. “This has all gotten so far out of hand…” he said with a sniffle. If a taur’s anxiety and fear were so painful for Carter to experience, his sadness and guilt were nearly debilitating. Even if they were all sealed away forever, he didn’t want Archibald to go out like this, thinking he was a failure!
Carter turned to Ulric and looked at him pleadingly. “Ulric, c’mon, we have to help Archibald. Even… even if it’s too late for us, there’s no need for him to suffer like this. You can sense it as well as I can, the despair coming off of him. I know you can also sense what it is that would help him… accept things,” Carter told him. It wouldn’t be punishment, it would be mercy. None of them had ever seen a centaur as distraught as Archibald was now and it was… unnerving. “I think you’re the only one that can do this. I can’t control this magic coming out of me, Krusk isn’t powerful enough, even though Ahlawi might be, I think you might be a bit more empathetic. And Brutus… No offense, Brutus, but this calls for a scalpel, not a nuclear warhead,” he explained.
Brutus blushed, nodding and shifting awkwardly, rubbing his huge belly with a free hand. “Y-yeah, I might wanna stay away from poking around in people’s minds for the moment. I dunno if I have that kind of control yet.”
Ulric sighed, nodding grimly. “Mm… yeah. I know what to do.” He floated up to Archibald, taking the taur’s chin in his hand, whispering softly. “It’ll be alright, big guy…you did well. You shouldn’t feel sad, think of how much everyone is going to learn from you,” he stated, his voice soothing, preternaturally so for Archibald, who raised his head and looked into Ulric’s eyes.
“W-what’re you… Ulric… n-no… I can still salvage this, I can… do…” he stammered in a panic, trailing off.
“Do what?” the dwarf asked him softly, his gaze meeting Archibald’s fiercely, the glowing pools of power in his eye sockets lighting up as he focused intently on the centaur. Archibald grunted and squirmed, the sound of flesh gently stretching out filling the room as his body began to slowly but steadily expand.
“Do… something… gotta… contain this…” Archibald muttered, seeming to have trouble concentrating.
“And how would you do that?” Ulric asked, rubbing the centaur’s cheek through his thick beard.
“I… gotta use… the… the gate…” It sounded like he was trying to remember a dream, his voice getting deeper, his jaw thickening, his brow getting heavier, his breathing coming in deeper grunts as his body grew larger, beastlier, hairier. His frontal pouch ripped open as a gigantic, soft manhood came tumbling out, as big as his hindcock had been previously, the member below him now nudging against his forelegs. “What’re you… doing… to… meeeee…” he said with a shudder.
“Helping you. You’re not a failure. We all like you. Carter is happy. I’m happy. Don’t you want to be happy, too?” he asked gently, like a father speaking to his son.
“…Y-yeah… I… I wanna be happy…” Archibald replied, doe-eyed and afraid, clutching Ulric gently. “But… the… uh… the… gate! Gate! Can still… use it… stop this… save… friends…” he rumbled, his voice dropping another octave, tusks starting to poke up from his lower jaw as his handsome features were warped into a hypermasculine mockery of what he’d been.
The spark of curiosity and sharp intelligence that had always been present in Archibald’s bright, kind eyes was starting to dull as his brows furrowed over them, his beard growing out a bit more as those tusks poked up more and more. His nose became bigger, broader, his mane of hair was messier. He grunted in surprise, a sort of grunt none of them had ever heard him use before. It was deep and slow. He could feel something dropping onto the cold metal floor behind him, unable to see that it was his testicles, swollen preposterously. He tried to turn his head, to look away from Ulric, but Ulric held him firm and as the seconds ticked by, Archibald lost his desire to look away. He wasn’t curious about what was happening around him anymore. He just… had a nagging feeling that was getting dimmer and dimmer.
“F-Friends… danger?” he asked, his voice sounding a bit different, his pronunciation slightly slurred thanks to trying to speak with his new tusks.
Ulric shook his head, his blue hair waving about hypnotically around him, capturing Archibald’s attention. “Don’t worry about us. We’ll be okay. You’re okay, too,” the dwarf assured him.
“Me… okay,” Archibald rumbled, his worried face relaxing into an easy tusked smile. “Friends safe,” he chuckled, his enormously grown pecs bouncing, hitting him in his Cro-Magnon jaw. His frontal cock started leaking precum in a heavy flow that splattered audibly onto the floor of the station.
The eyes on both of Krusk’s faces were wide as saucers. “W-What did you do to him?” he asked with trepidation unbefitting a demon.
“Did you give him a lobotomy?” Ahlawi asked with one of his heads, curious at the magic that had just been performed.
Ulric gave the dragon-beast an annoyed grunt. “Nothing quite so crude as that! As Carter said, all I had to do was look inside to know what our friend wanted. He was burdened by his perceived responsibility of being a centaur among weaker, less knowledgeable creatures, so… I allowed him to not feel burdened by that in the slightest. He had always harbored a desire to become something more… primal, instinctual. I just helped him get closer to that ideal,” he explained to the others.
Archibald clutched to Ulric with a tight grip, not seeming to mind that his mind, his intellect, the one thing he valued overall, continued to slip further and further from his grasp. “Feel… good. Want more… Ulric… give more? Please? Bigger?” he rumbled, his voice beastly, even more powerful and deep than it’d been a few moments ago.
Ulric nodded, smiling softly. “Of course. How could I deny you, Archibald?”
The taur’s face lit up with joy. “Archi… ba… Arch… i…” he stammered, furrowing his brow as he tried and failed to say his name, Ulric’s changes nearing completion. “Me… need bigger. Front-balls small. Want big milkpecs. Feed friends!” he said excitedly as his pecs (and the rest of him) expanded even further, his eyes regaining a sort of brightness, but the spark of genius was long gone. It was closer to the happiness in the eyes of a pet. He shuddered and panted and rumbled happily as Ulric grew Archibald larger… more beastly… larger still… his hindcock filling up space beneath his belly as his balls dragged behind him, the tip of his hindcock causing his frontal endowment to push forward a little, making it look even more monstrous and bizarrely useless.
Finally, when all that was refined, regal, intelligent, sophisticated, sharpened, and possibly sadness-inducing had been scoured from the taur’s mind, his tusked smile was complete, closing his eyes in utter bliss as his hindcock began to messily splatter the floor with even greater gouts of pre, the taur’s fur getting smeared with his pre, his man-scent so strong and powerful, he was like a beast!
“Me… Happy…” he said with a contented sigh, opening his eyes, a look of simple happiness on his face.
Ulric nodded, smiling and petting along with the taur’s beard. “I’m glad, Archibald,” he said tenderly, the monster not able to pronounce its own name but able to recognize it. “Do you wanna go play with Ahlawi and Krusk for a while? Carter and I need to talk.”
Archibald nodded and trotted off, or tried to before realizing that his endowment and muscle mass had forced him to a much slower gait, his body so massive it was nearly as immobile as Krusk’s own demonic frame! The two shared a glance before they walked away with Archibald, the taur gushing from his nipples as eager thoughts of satisfying and pleasing his friends filled his simple mind.