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Chapter 7 -- Deluded

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DISCLAIMER: The following chapter contains darker moments that contain some violence. There is no gory or bloody details/descriptions, but I figured I'd give a warning. No violence happens during the sex/transformation scene at the end of this chapter, which I hope will be worth it after the darker previous part! Enjoy!

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~ Sunday, November 1st, 2020 -- 4:05 AM ~

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Things couldn't go worse. After Dimi apparently surrendered, the host must have wanted to mock them since he did not bother cutting his microphone -- the lewd sounds of gay beasts fucking and exchanging dirty words filled the astounded adults in the parlour. Out of spiteful disgust, Victor grabbed the walkie-talkie and threw it with all his might across the place. Hands firmly holding the shotgun, the superhero stepped compellingly toward the exit, flickering profanity after profanity.

"What are you doing?" Jennifer asked him with a frown, standing up and catching up to him.

"While you sit on your arses and cower in fear, I'm gonna act like a real man and find a way to get rid from these demons!"

"Maybe we could try capturing one and force it to talk?" Sebastian suggested.

"That sounds a bit dangerous, no?" Theodore emitted with reticence. "Maybe... there's some sort of evidence or something we should look for, don't you think?"

"What are you talking about, nerd?" Victor chimed.

"The voice earlier told us this is some sort of game. Perhaps there are some clues we might have missed!"

"That sounds stupid."

"What do you suggest, then?" The wizard snarked back.

"I just told you -- we have to kill those freaks! Whatever they are, a silver bullet or severing their head should do the trick."

"That's... just disgusting!" Jennifer grimaced at the jock. "They are our friends! We should find a way to bring them back to normal!"

Victor shook his head and walked for the wall, leaning on it with an arm mumbling something incomprehensible. Suddenly, he yelled and punched the plaster with the gun's stock, damaging it. He turned back at the remaining folks, speechless and standing far in the room. He let out a deranged guffaw.

"You guys are so fuckin' naive!" He ranted, losing his smile. "This is not just a simple game -- these fuckin' monsters won't stop at anything! What do you think will happen when morning will come? Do you think they'll let us go? Do you think they'll stop after they're done with us?"

None of the other adults could mutter a word. The powerful voice of the unsettled man wavered with uncertainty between fright and madness.

"No! Once they'll be done with us here, they'll be unleashed into the world! They'll turn everyone into lewd queer monsters!"

"You're exaggerating!" Theo shook his head in denial, pacing around the room without looking at him. "They... they only do that to us because we've been mean to gays! Their targets are the homophobes! Not the entire population!"

"Gays are a fuckin' minority, nerd! Like, 99% of the population is straight and normal! Everybody will become gay if we let them be! The streets will become satanic orgies of men! This will be the end of mankind! The end of chicks! The end of normal people!"

"You're a fucking douche for thinking that way!" Sebastian retorted at the delusional jock.

"Say that again, fuckin' traitor?!" Victor raised and aimed the gun at the taller lad.

"Victor! Please, stop that!" The girl pleaded once more.

"Look, if you're stupid enough to believe you can negotiate with the devils or look for games, that's your call!"

The trio watched the crazed man walk to the exit with a quick pace, holding onto one of the two lanterns with him.

"Unlike me, you don't have to guts to do the right thing!"

With that said, he shut the door behind him abruptly and left them with a sigh of relief.

"Good riddance." Sebastian muttered in disbelief. "Do... you guys think Victor could be the imposter?"

"I don't know." Jennifer shrugged. "What do you think Theo? You are the one who's good at puzzles."

"I might be good at some puzzles, but Seb's always been the one to catch on the small details."

"I guess... but when we used to play D&D or boardgames, it was not -- what is it now -- 4 AM." He admitted. "Do you think we could leave?"

"And go where? The voice said to not leave the grounds before 6 AM." Theo reminded him.

"Really?"

"Unless you want to lose the game, I guess."

"If we're bound to lose sooner or later anyway... would it even make a difference?" The tall lad shrugged, looking suddenly gloomy.

"Let's not think like that, Seb." Jennifer cheered. "We'll find a way out."

"I... I don't know if I even want to continue, guys. I'm shit tired -- maybe if I fall asleep I'll wake up reunited with Mathy again."

Theodore sighed at the display of his dismal friend.

"It's still worth the try, right?" He cheered. "Come on, you big dork. Let's not give up just yet."

"Where should we start looking, Einstein?" Seb asked with an obviously forced smile.

"It all started with the blackout, right?" The nerd reminded them. "Perhaps we should investigate the breaker room."

"But Dimi already checked on it, right?" The girl indicated.

"Maybe he overlooked? At the time, I believe he did not check for clues or anything."

"That's a fair point." She nodded. "What do you think, Seb?"

The lanky lad agreed with a drab response. The couple exchanged a glance, saddened by their aggrieving friend. Theodore approached him and patted his back, rubbing it in circles. His taller pal suddenly grabbed him in a tight embrace, which made the wizard gasp. He would have snarked a gay joke at the action in normal times, but the sobbing of his best buddy impeded his impishness. Right now, what Sebastian needed was someone to help him through his grief.

Jennifer approached them and tagged into the hug, wrapping an arm around each of them. After a full minute of tears and sniffles, the heartbroken man broke from the bittersweet clutch and nodded gravely.

"Let's do this."

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~ Sunday, November 1st, 2020 -- 4:20 AM ~

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The inseparable trio went back to the dreaded basement. With Theo holding the flashlight and Jennifer following close with the lantern, the small group entered the dark theatre with a sense of unease. A few seats had been wrecked and puddles of cum littered the scratched pinewood floorboards. A musky smell of sex lingered in the chilly air, wind blowing through a window they couldn't see yet. Sounds of furniture hitting a wall repetitively froze their blood -- the demons were fucking somewhere in the shadows. Theo pointed to their right, where the bedrooms were.

"At least they have the decency of doing it in the bedroom." He whispered.

"Not like everyone I know." Jennifer added, glancing at him.

Sebastian noticed the glare between the couple, but he didn't mention it. He had a vague remembrance of the breaker's placement, so he offered to lead the crew.

"This way." He gestured toward the bar.

The other two nodded and opened the way with their lights. They walked into the room, taking in the poor state of the pub. Jennifer deducted this was probably the place where Larry had gotten a glass shard in his foot, considering the number of pieces on the semen-covered floor -- they were glad to have kept their footwear. As they crossed the area, Sebastian told them to stop. The lovers turned around and saw the tall lad examining the broken window.

"What is it, Seb?" The fairy asked.

"There's... a piece of clothing here." He showed them a chunk of dark fabric.

Theodore pointed his flashlight toward the object that his friend held, only to realize with dread it was the same dark blue as his robes.

"That's... where did you get this?" The wizard questioned, looking as baffled as his pal.

"It was by the window."

Suddenly, all eyes were on the short guy.

"That... that can't be!" Theodore blurted out. "You're not... thinking I'd be lying to you, right?"

The lack of immediate answers made the man's eyes widen in shock. Even his girlfriend stepped back from him. Theodore shook his head in perplexity.

"I've never been in this room this night! We... I've always stayed with you, guys!"

"No, you weren't." Sebastian refuted. "I... I had a feeling you've been acting weird tonight... but I'm starting to wonder if... if you're not just the traitor among us."

"Ask me any question and I'll answer you truthfully! I swear!"

"Are you the imposter?" His friend coldly posed.

"I can't believe it!" He snapped with indignation. "No, I'm not the imposter!"

"Then where were you earlier, when you said you were gone taking a piss? It took you more than two minutes to come back!"

"That's my fault!" Jennifer intervened.

Sebastian's glance shifted to the girl with surprise. She was beet red.

"That... that was a secret between Mathy and I." She explained. "When we mentioned 'nail polish,' it was... like... our 'code' to give us some time apart."

"What are you talking about?" Both guys asked in befuddlement.

"While you two were alone in the shed, Theo and I had sex!" She declared, shamefaced.

"Oh... so that was what you meant." Theodore figured out.

"What's... what's going on?" Sebastian inquired.

"When Mathy and I told each other about doing 'nail polishing', we meant that one or both of us would go fuck with her boyfriend."

"So... that's why you took so long to come back!" The tall lad exclaimed. "I guess that explains why you both had exchanged the flashlight and lantern when I saw you again."

"And now I get why you looked reluctant to do nail polish in the dark." Theo added, only then realizing the ruse of his girlfriend.

"But why didn't you come out clean on me from the start?" Sebastian pouted, feeling left out.

"We... huh... we didn't want to tell you about our escapade in your car." She admitted in embarrassment. "Do... you want your keys back yet?"

The once-lumberjack shook his head and proceeded walking back for the breaker. The lovers glanced at each other in shame and went on after the bigger guy, lighting his way. The reunion room, while not ruined per se, was reeking more than the other places with manly funk. In contrast to the bar, the lack of windows made so that the smell stayed trapped here. The trio bypassed the shoved table against the wall and the cum lake, then headed into the archives. Cabinets, shelves and box full of papers had been knocked down, making the area an absolute nightmare for the one who would have to sort the files out.

They noticed a large hole in the wall to their left, a passageway they didn't remember before, replacing the closet by the bedrooms' corridor. They could hear once again the sounds of beasts fucking like their lives depended on it in the adjacent rooms. To get away from their rough lovemaking, the trio stepped into the breaker. In opposition to most of the other places, this room seemed to have been spared from destruction. The chamber was narrow and empty for the most part. There was a lower cabinet on their left -- with a sink -- and the electric panel was on their right. A small window lightened the room from the further wall, high.

"Let's look for clues." Theodore suggested.

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~ Sunday, November 1st, 2020 -- 4:30 AM ~

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He had waited long enough. The search for silverware or silver bullets wasn't as easy as he would have thought. Victor growled with rage at his own inefficiency and dismantled the remaining drawers from the kitchen in frustration. He lumbered out of the devastated room and glanced at the grandfather clock. They had about an hour and a half before the game ended -- before these demonic beasts were unleashed into the world. Hands clenched around the firearm, the superhero gritted his teeth, adrenaline and testosterone pumping through him, fuelling his anger toward these foul creatures. He had to do something.

Victor's always been the one leading the others on the path to righteousness and he'll keep doing it, even if it meant dying as a hero. This night was not just a purgatory for the future of mankind -- it was a divine trial that would prove his ability as a saviour, as a Messiah for the decadent humanity.

With a determined footing, the delusive superhero went for the subfloor. Not to fall for the same mistake again, he pulled on a seat and used it to hold the door opened -- so that he could leave the basement instead of locking himself in. Victor heard the sounds of fucking from the fag demons on the right and headed in their direction. He saw the destroyed closet the transformed Asher broke through after them, earlier. This time, however, he continued in the corridor and reached for the room on his right.

Upon barging in, he found two gigantic beasts lost in the throes of pleasure as they engaged into morbid anal sex. That was so wrong. These foul acts of debauchery should be condemned. This was not how America should prevail -- and impersonating the perfect Captain America, he believed it was his MISSION to purge sexual deviance and to bring justice to his country. The rutting bearish creatures barely had time to acknowledge his presence before Victor fired at them. Once, twice, thrice -- alternating between the two monsters, he kept shooting at them.

"Die, you fucking shits! Go back in hell where you belong!" He yelled in hysterical bliss.

Once the ammunition ran out, he grabbed another pack of bullets he had found earlier in the master bedroom when he snatched Mr. Wright's weapon under the bed. He reloaded the gun and aimed at the beast once more.

"Who's laughing, now?! Does it hurt, you sick bastards?!"

"Victor?! What are you doing?!" Theodore's voice resounded as he just arrived in the corridor, alerted by the shots.

"I'm saving my country!" He snapped at him.

"Stop it!" Jenny screamed as she came.

But the madman burst into mocking laughter, deaf to their gullible words. The world was full of preppy snowflakes -- it was time a hero did something or humanity would end.

"STOP!" Sebastian ordered, leaping at him.

Victor fell to the ground, his last shot deviating and hitting the ceiling.

"Get off from me! I'm trying to save y'all!" He spitted on the lad's face before they engaged into a brawl.

He attempted breaking free from the tall guy, but Sebastian apparently had more grip than he expected.

"You know, steroids may make you all hypertrophied, but your muscles lack power, man!"

"Fuck you, dipshit! You're all traitors! You're gonna doom us all!"

The drug user stayed under Seb's hold, the rage ebbing down slowly to give place to fatigue. By their sides, he realized that Jennifer was crying, huddling up against the nerd. What was a girl doing with a stupid dweeb like this anyway?

"You've been into the bar earlier, right, Vic?" Theodore asked.

"Yeah, so what? I didn't do shit, there!"

"Did you put of piece of my costume there?"

"What the fuck, nerd?! Why would I do that?!"

"Cause I feel like someone's been trying to frame me!" The wizard burst. "And, among us, you seem like the most obvious one that could have done it!"

"You guys are morons!" He growled in annoyance. "While you're doing your pointless mystery shit, I was trying to get rid of these monsters!"

"Yeah, you were doing so well that they've just become more monstrous!" Theo exclaimed, gesturing toward the room. "Now they're gone!"

"What?! I succeeded?!" The superhero beamed like a child on Christmas Day.

"No, you meathead! They broke through the window!"

Victor felt the grip loosening, Sebastian moving away to let him see. The room had a reddish smoke lingering in the air. The monsters were nowhere to be found, but the window was indeed shattered -- and a portion of the wall was too. Frustrated, Victor pushed the lad off before going for the shotgun. However, Jennifer was fast enough to kick the weapon further out of his reach. They wouldn't let him have it his way -- not three versus one, at least. Perhaps he should just stick to their dumb plan and wait for another opportunity to strike.

"Alright, you win." He surrendered with a deep sigh. "Apart from the nerd's costume, did you find any other clue?"

"Actually, we did." The fairy said, exchanging a glance with her two friends. "We found a handwritten letter in the breaker. Maybe you could help us out with it?"

Riddles wasn't his forte, but he could indeed. Victor stood and grabbed the piece of paper passed by the woman.

"Here's a hint for you. If you want to end the game early, look for this." It read, then showed an odd pictogram that depicted a sun by mountains or hills -- either at dawn or at dusk.

"That's not much for a hint." She added. "I wondered if this was some sort of reference to wait until sunrise."

"Or... it could be referring to a place where we could find such a scenery." Victor suggested. "Is there a sun room or a place to gaze at the sunrise here?"

"I thought about that too. There's a balcony upstairs, but I'm not sure it's pointing at sunrise." Theo admitted.

"That's an idea, but I think the pool is on the east side as well." Victor spoke with newfound interest. "Perhaps there's another hint in one of these places."

"So... you'd suggest we split up?" Sebastian emitted, apprehensive at the idea.

"Maybe that's for the best." He nodded.

"I'm not keen on separating." Jennifer confessed. "We should stay grouped. We don't know who's the imposter still."

"What if I told you there might not even be an imposter at all?" Victor said in remembrance. "Wes told Braxton and I that if he had been the imposter, he would say there is one imposter to turn us against each other, even if there is none."

"Well, imposter or not, it sure turned us against each other." Sebastian agreed. "So... you think we'd be better splitting up?"

"I'm just suggesting something." Vic gestured with a smirk. "I think I'd go with the pool. You two, lovebirds, check upstairs?"

"Sure... but you really want to go with Seb?" Theo frowned, surprised by the change of heart.

"Yeah... I kinda feel bad for what I did to you earlier, Seb. Thought I could try making it up and for you and apologize. What do you say, buddy?"

Victor could see the trio sizing him up -- he couldn't blame them since their methods had been in conflict from when they met back in the hall. But if he could just employ the same charisma he's used since his teens to snake his way to the goal, he was sure they would fall for it. His pretty blond hair and perfect face had made him the school representative for years and it had him countless conquests in his bed. He would be very surprised if they would not give in -- and he always had another trick up his sleeve in case it didn't work.

"I mean... what do we have to lose?" Sebastian shrugged.

Victor grinned smugly. They were so predictable -- like a dumb herring, they had caught on his fishhook.

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~ Sunday, November 1st, 2020 -- 4:50 AM ~

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Sebastian leading the way with his lantern back, Victor was not far behind. The harder part of his plan had been to make the others believe he was fine with getting the firearm back -- he had to show them there were no more bullets in the weapon. What they didn't know, however, was that he had one more pack lodged in his pocket. Captain America was on the way to save the day once again.

They had reached the in-ground pool quickly, circled by an iron-bar fence. There were some tables and chairs left from when the family used the area during summer, but the now murky water had been drained by half. The Wrights were still in the process of closing the courtyard, apparently. Sebastian walked by the pool's edge, gazing at the sky for any hint regarding a sun or hills; yet nothing seemed to remind him of the pictogram.

"You sure the pool is on the east side? The sky looks clearer on the other side of the house." Sebastian spoke.

"I'm pretty sure. Sun rises from the east, right? Plus, I'm pretty sure I've seen that symbol before."

"You saw that here? By the pool?" Sebastian pondered, moving around the waterhole.

"Yeah. Maybe it was by the pump?" Victor suggested, pulling the ammo pack and loading the gun as, suddenly, Sebastian's face grew livid.

"You... you've gotta be shitting me." The lanky lad mumbled, stepping back as he walked closer to him.

"What are you talking about?" The firearm wielder asked, a slight smirk forming on his lips, charging the weapon.

"You... you split us up on your behalf!"

BAM.

Victor shot Sebastian's leg, the tall guy screaming in pain and falling on the asphalt.

"What the fuck, man?!" The bruise lad groaned. "Are the fucking traitor?! Why did you do that?!"

"If you're all subject to become quasi-immortal freaks, I figured I'd just kill you one by one before you turn into them."

"You're a fucking psycho!" Sebastian cried at him.

"No, I'm more of a hero the world needs in the moment." Victor boasted with conceited demeanour. "America doesn't need faggots running down the streets. Real men like me gotta do everything they can to defend our country -- no matter what."

"Theo and Jen are smart! They will see through your plans, you piece of shit!"

BAM.

Victor shot the arrogant dork's shoulder, grinning at the lad's pain.

"You know, I always liked to see the preys suffer before they die." He admitted. "Braxton found that weird that I liked watching them twinge in pain when we hunted together... but I loved to have them beg for mercy -- begging for the coup de grâce, letting them know their place in the world."

"You really are a psychopath..." Sebastian mumbled, his body hurting beyond any pain he's ever felt.

"If killing you all to prevent a world abomination makes me a psychopath, then so be it. If it makes me an imposter for tonight? So be it as well. I don't care about the game. I just want to accomplish my role as the hero who saves the day."

Victor stepped forward and put the gun's aim against the wounded man's chest. Sebastian took a deep breath, looking up at him with wide eyes -- the so-called delusional traitor. This was the perfect revenge on the guy who had trapped him in the attic with Wesley. Victor barely made it out, having to exit through a window and slid down the gutter to flee from the mighty monster. Why had Wes chased him in place of the man he had given him on a silver platter? It didn't matter anymore -- on the bright side, Sebastian would die instead of becoming one of those demons.

"You, Victor, are the frickin' imposter!" Sebastian yelled with all the strength he had left.

"Just die, asshole!"

The superhero kicked the injured lad into the pool. The wounded man would drown -- and if he managed to swim despite his gashes, he'd probably perish from the icy-cold water. Victor would have stayed to watch the show as an arbiter preventing Sebastian's escape. However, when his eyes noticed the glowing red beads from monsters afar, he figured he'd have to run for the mansion before these fuckers get to him. He had to restock on ammunition before going at them all at once.

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~ Sunday, November 1st, 2020 -- 5:00 AM ~

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Sebastian was drowning. Victor left him for dead. The shots he's taken into his shoulder and his calve hurt him so much he couldn't bare moving his limbs to get back to the surface. Moreover, the sheer coldness of the waters stung hard against his flesh -- he was growing lethargic, unable to think or budge clearly. And yet, as he believed he was done for, as his eyes were shutting, as his lungs were about to give in and breathe... a sharp feeling hit him all at once. His muscles tensed and his body contorted. Heat coursed through him as his blood pumped and boiled with renewed vigour.

A sickening straining sensation vibrated through the man's body. The injured limbs twitched and popped, expelling the stuck bullets as the flesh healed itself with a supernatural red glow. His feet planted at the bottom of the pool, Sebastian stretched up and growled as he made it out of the icy water. Steam rose from the wet lad, a fiery glimmer engulfing his frame. The two rounds on the pit floor burst into ashes and fuelled the fizzling of the water on the snarling man.

By the poolside, a towering creature stood, offering its massive clawed hand to the soaked guy in the bubbling pond. Sebastian gave the monster an uncertain look before grabbing its paw. It smirked and pulled him out. Sebastian thanked the beast as he got on the asphalt. Without the cold water around him, he couldn't help but feel like his body was burning up. As he looked at and sized the behemoth before him, the man flushed with another kind of warmth.

"Mathy?" He mumbled with awe.

"Matt sounds more fitting now, don't you think, Seb?"

The stunned lad stood taking in all of his changed girlfriend. Despite the radical transformation, he still perceived some hints of his lover's physique -- the jet-black hair, the faint bits of bronze skin, the shape of his piercing eyes... even the improved yet lean musculature reminded him of her gymnastic body. Sebastian was brought out of his thoughts as the much taller Matt pulled his bearded chin up.

"You've lost, hun?" Matt asked him, his glowing red irises staring through him.

"I called Victor the imposter." He said, never leaving his lover's eyes. "If we've not won yet, I guess I was wrong."

"You definitely guessed wrong."

"I figured if he was going to kill me, it was for the best to guess wrong... just so that I don't die."

"I knew you were a smart cookie when I decided to go out with you."

"So... what do I do, now?"

"For one, you've started to change." Matt teased, running carefully a claw down his torso, which had already grown some hair on the previously smooth skin. "For two..."

Matt leaned down and kissed his boyfriend. Sebastian was shocked at first, remembering the time he faked a date with Henri for a joke. Henri had wanted to kiss him so bad, clutching against him like a desperate leech. The guy was on the short side, similar to Theo's build.

Sebastian had it easy to attract girls. He was tall, svelte and confident with his sexuality enough to play rough with the boys in homoerotic ways -- while still being perfectly straight. The date with Henri had started as a bet with his pals Dimitri, Asher and Theodore. The four classmates had heard about the guy who had just come out of the closet -- although most of the students believed he was a queer even before he publicly announced it. The dare his friends had given him was simple: using his charming looks to get a gay dude on a date.

It was all fun and stuff at first. Sebastian just had to play the part and confide to Henri he was having second thoughts on his sexuality and that he found him cute and bold to assert himself as he was. That was all it took to lure the fish. It actually hurt his ego when Henri told him he had his doubts regarding his own sexuality and that he looked gay at times. However, Sebastian kept the act and invited him for dinner in a fast-food joint.

Henri had arrived half-an-hour earlier, dressed with fancy and perfect clothes, making sure to make it on time. Sebastian came in casual clothes and five minutes late. The look on his date's face had been priceless -- a mix of shame and exasperation -- but the tall lad barely had to give his all-purpose smirk that made girls fawn to be forgiven. Sebastian picked on a double cheeseburger without hesitation while it took almost ten minutes for Henri to decide himself. He ended up ordering a plain boring salad, to Sebastian's bewilderment.

As they ate their dinner, Sebastian was flattered by the compliments and playful ministrations of the guy. Henri blabbered something about having prepped and how much he awaited for their night together. When the small teenager had asked what kind of porn or kinks he was into, Sebastian started feeling nervous as he didn't make up an answer to these questions. He ended just stating oral and butt stuff to stay safe. The guy went on and spoke nonsense on twinks and jocks and whatever other complicated hierarchy the gays apparently knew all about.

After the meal was done, Sebastian thought about calling it a night. When he mentioned heading back home, the faker gasped upon the death glare the shorter lad threw at him. Henri entered yet another garrulous spree, explaining how gay dating was very different from straight dating -- gays slept together on the first night and were officially boyfriends after three fucks. Sebastian's eyes widened in shock at the statement, baffled that a dude supposedly just out of the closet would make such generalization. Had Theo and the guys known about this, hence why they threw the dare at him?

Too stunned to invent a good excuse, Sebastian just told him that he was still new to this gay shit and that he didn't know the gay courting contract lines. Henri looked very disappointed. However, he sighed and gave him the benefit of the doubt, agreeing how it must be hard to realize being homosexual after so long. Henri wanted to at least exchange a kiss, but Sebastian used the queer rookie card to his advantage -- no kissing on the first date with a girl. The little dude had been super pissed, but the faker was glad to have gone through the dinner without too much of a problem. Nevertheless, the humiliation the dude went through on the next day, when he learned it was just a prank, had been funny and well worth the sixty bucks.

He didn't think back then how far a single joke would degenerate.

When Sebastian felt Matt's lips brush his own, he had not known what to expect. The contact was different from when he kissed a girl's supple ones, more primal and assertive than he was used to. The warmth that invaded him, adding to the burning flame within him. Sebastian pushed back, not realizing yet that his skeleton was stretching longer, slowly but surely catching up to match his towering lover. The beard that framed his jaw grew even thicker, spreading like a wildfire just as his mop of wet hair.

French kissing a larger mouth with deadly fangs unnerved him at first. Still, their tongues fought without hindrance, unbothered by the sharp teeth. When Matt broke the contact and pulled back, he grinned down at him, licking his lips with his fat tongue.

"I want you to fuck me." It said with lust.

The heat overwhelmed Sebastian upon hearing the deep masculine tone of his boyfriend. He stretched further upward, reaching six feet ten, then seven feet of height in quick outbursts. The gangly man lost his balance from this sudden growth spurt, but the giant Latino helped him standing.

"What marvellous eyes you have, Seb." Matt growled.

"Are they red like yours?"

"Redder than rubies."

Sebastian smirked, feeling his own teeth sharpening. His hands cracked and enlarged as he rubbed the sides of his taller lover. The throbbing erection poked at his torso, slipping under the orange vest and smearing its juices over the increasingly hairy skin.

"You are beautiful." Sebastian declared with passion.

"Even if I'm not Mathy anymore?"

"You... you are quite different physically for sure... but... I know you are still her..." he reached for the gymnast's chest, "...inside."

"You darn charmer." The monster growled, amused, squirming slightly and pulling away to stroke its pulsating boner, spewing precum faster.

The changing lad gasped again as the heat flushed through him once more, stretching his frame even taller, only a couple inches shorter than his seven feet and a half partner. Matt moaned then chuckled, forcing himself to resist jerking off.

"Being a man feels so good, Seb... but I have to stop jacking it or I'll cum again."

Sebastian experienced a new desire igniting his mind. He could feel the testosterone flowing through his veins, pumping him with such a rush rational thoughts were discarded. His penis was growing erect in his tightening jeans, lust filling him over and over again -- overfilling him even. He let out a beastly roar himself as he unbuttoned the too short trousers, clinging uncomfortably around his longer and hairier legs. He pulled the pants down quickly, taking his boxer briefs along with it and revealed his eight-incher to his transformed partner. His junk throbbed with excitement, leaked like never before, and it grew, swelled just a tiny bit huger with each pulse. The Latino lied on its back on the grass, unable to stop masturbating anymore.

"Fuck me with your big cock, Seb!" Matt cried in delightful pleasure, spreading his legs wide.

His brain was shutting down. Sebastian was losing more and more control over his body, surrendering himself to the swollen nine-incher's need, jutting from his crotch. He tried stepping forward, but his hazy mind did not acknowledge his jeans around his shoes until he stumbled on the ground. The embarrassing moment was even more so when Matt laughed at his lust-crazed awkwardness.

"Does your big manly dick take too much blood from your brain, Seb?" It teased.

"Shu-- shut up!" He groaned on all fours.

Arching his back, the spine suddenly popped audibly as vertebrae grew and stretched him further. The position subjected his bony shoulders to crack as well, spreading away one from another as his whole torso gained mass. The size 15 trainers around his feet, soaked with water still, started pissing liquids as claws punctured the bulging tips. Sebastian huffed and puffed as the burning centred itself on his endowment, pushing past ten inches in length and three inches across. Guided by his pulsing manhood and churning balls, the changing beast crawled the few feet separating him from Matt's hole, quivering in anticipation to the massive fuckstick that would soon impale him.

"There you go, big boy." Matt played as Sebastian reached him, forcing a slobbery kiss on his lover.

Sebastian's eleven-incher throbbed relentlessly. The lust-driven man failed to hear the orange jacket tear in two on his still surging back. The mop of brown hair had grown so much the horny lad almost looked like a hippie from the '80s again, past his shoulders by now. The hypersexualized Seb tried slipping his footlong meat into his partner, unconsciously searching for the pussy he'd normally plow with his baby-maker, but there was no such hole to welcome him in.

"You're aiming for my button, you dumb horndog." The Latino chuckled, raising his ass to give his lover better access.

"I know." He growled with a smirk, his voice a few tones deeper yet not as resonant as Matt's. "Just checking."

The top hauled his hips back and, like a magnet undergoing a field, the apple-sized cock head pressed against the tight entrance. With surprising ease, almost as if Matt had kept the lubricating aspect of his previous body, the ass pulled the huge thirteen-incher in. Both guys moaned in bliss as more and more of the ginormous member was slipped inside. A blast of precum flew from Matt's penis and soaked into Sebastian's outstanding beard.

The top groaned in ecstasy, drawing his dick out, only to have Matt's needy hole suctioning it back in. Sebastian tried pulling free, yet the bottom's sphincter's tugged him again, milking him. The massive hardon responded by spreading the ass wider. Matt cried in bliss as he felt his rutting half stretch him open some more, the erection impaling him growing to match his own fourteen inches monster cock.

Lost to his instincts, Sebastian fucked the welcoming hole tirelessly, his thrusts becoming more aggressive as his cum factories dropped lower and filled him with even more testosterone. The penetrating beasts unconsciously spread Matt's thighs further -- not with his hands, but with his broadening frame. While he had stretched to match the Latino's height, the new hormonal surge resumed the lanky man's growth.

Sebastian groaned as his joints crackled once again to continue their augmentation. The way undersized clothes which tied his ankles together split apart around the expanding calves. The already destroyed shoes met their demise as well as the mighty clawed feet grew past any footwear that would befit such monsters. Sebastian grinned at his seemingly shrinking lover. Mathilda had always preferred taller guys -- and he was quite a tall lad even before the transformation. He grew more than half a foot in height, making him just above eight feet when the spurts subsided -- just big enough to tower over the massive Matt.

Once their size difference was back in order, Sebastian resumed the fucking, jackhammering the hole of his little guy. However, just as he realized the last bit of expansion had left one part untouched, he felt Matt's ass clenching tighter around his rod.

"Fu--... fuck!" The gymnast exclaimed with shock.

"Grrrr... you've always liked bigger guys, lil size queen!" Sebastian growled with glee, enjoying the sensation of his lover's walls squeezing around his still swelling fifteen-incher, five inches across.

"Fuck! Fuck me with your giant man cock!" Matt moaned.

"Glad--... gladly!" The top kept going, grabbing onto the sides of his partner for a better grip as his dong surpassed sixteen inches in length.

He couldn't fit all of his oversized monster dong into his mate, but the sheer thought of impaling so much into him got them on the brink of orgasm. Matt cried in bliss as he started cumming all over Seb's mop of hair, face and beard. The contractions ensuing from the ass around the gargantuan seventeen inches abomination pushed the top beyond the edge as well. He came inside but he removed himself after a few jets not to pop his lover like a balloon. Dicks shot in the air like fireworks, cum raining down on them as they basked into the pleasure of their meat delivering their intended function.

Seb had lost track of space and time. When he could think again, he was sprawled on the grass with his boyfriend by his side. His foot-and-a-half penis still stood hard and firm, almost half a foot in sheer diameter. He looked at his sweetheart, who was peaking back at him with a smug grin, gently fondly his own erected boner.

"Avenge the gays." Sebastian smirked, happy to have finally reunited with his lover, no matter what he had become. "Convert the homophobes -- until there are none."