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A Mammoth Task

Written by Leo_Todrius

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There were many events associated with autumn; the changing of the leaves, the first rains after a long summer heat, the change in the wind patterns... but for Will, it had to be the Pumpkin Shakes. Nacho Daddy was most famous for its eponymous nachos, then its wide variety of tacos and burgers, but the third most requested item was its seasonal shakes. There was a distinct grin on Will's face, his braces gleaming in the warm glow of the restaurant's colorful menu screens as he added a swirl of whipped cream and a dusting of nutmeg and cinnamon to the top.

Will swept toward the drive through window with the willowy ease of a gangly twenty something, his voluminous mane of curly black hair pulled back into a ponytail equally as big as his head. The small window slid open as Will leaned out, his yellow and orange tie-dye shirt catching the fading light of the setting sun. His skin had a rich tan like the burnt sienna hills at the edge of town. The driver looked up, almost stunned by Will's energy and grinned a little awkwardly at the young man practically prostrating himself out of the small window.

"Are you going to turn the shake upside down or something?" he asked. One of Will's perfect black eyebrows arched upward.

"You think I'd serve you something so hard you couldn't drink it down?" Will asked as he handed the shake over. The driver blushed a little as he accepted.

"I wouldn't object..." he muttered before blushing more, "Have a great night!" he added before driving off a little overzealously. Will merely chuckled as he pulled himself back into the restaurant.

"One of these days they're just gonna grab you and take you with them." The cook said from behind the serving shelf, a little bit of a glitter in his caramel brown eyes.

"You know me, Emilio, if it's the right guy I'm not going to object." Will smirked, scanning the lobby to make sure no one else had come in. The dinner rush had passed and the cars were thinning out. He weighed his options before electing to grab a broom and sweep up behind the counter. He'd come to Nacho Daddy as a summer job but it had paid well enough and had good enough hours that he hadn't seen a need to go anywhere else, at least not yet.

"Hey, I meant to ask you earlier, are you going to Caden's Halloween party?" Emilio asked as he lowered another basket of onion rings into the oil to begin frying. The bubbling intensified dramatically before resolving to a low sizzle. Will was thoughtful for a moment, collecting the bits of salt and debris he'd swept into a small dust pan. Despite being the same age as Will, it felt like Caden came from another world. Given how rich Caden's family was, they practically were... but at the same time, he seemed so sweet, so kind, so fascinating.

"I want to, but Caden's like WAY into Halloween. I can't show up in like... a Spirit brand ten dollar costume off the shelf and I suck at coming up with something from scratch." Will said, leaning his pointed chin on the tip of the broom.

"Hey, you could just bring some of the pumpkin shakes since everyone loves them so much. I'm sure you'd have them all drooling." Emilio grinned.

"Hey, just cause you got married senior year doesn't mean the rest of us can't enjoy being eligible bachelors. Besides, I ain't gonna be no cater-waiter." Will laughed and Emilio chuckled in response before turning his attention back to the fryer as timers started going off and he lifted the baskets back out to begin cooling and seasoning. Will returned the broom to its proper place, although his customary smile had faltered a bit. He really liked Caden and the Halloween party would have been the perfect chance to try and deepen the relationship, but if he was going to tear Caden's attention away from managing his big event of the year, he was going to need a costume that he'd never forget...

****

A low drone of a very small engine came from the elongated deck of the scooter beneath Will's feet as he coasted down the street, the evening wind blowing through his thick hair. While most young men of Will's age had a car of their own, the town was accessible on foot and other means of travel. Will technically DID have a car, though he had opted not to pay for car insurance or gas, so it was more of an ornament than a functional object. Still, Will liked not having the hassle of a car... at least most of the time. His ever present smile diminished a bit as he looked up ahead to see more lights than should have been present on a Friday night.

Three massive canvas balloons broadcast near daylight levels of illumination across the street, added to the flickering strobes of orange caution lights. Steam wafted up from exposed vents and the hammering of countless road construction tools filled the evening air. Countless individuals in orange vests moved about their business defacing Main Street. Traffic had been detoured, but the spill over from the construction had completely closed the sidewalks and there was no easy way to cross the stream of diverted automobiles. Will chewed his bottom lip a little before he turned his scooter around and backtracked to the previous alleyway he had passed.

Desiccated autumn leaves crunched beneath the inflated wheels of his scooter as he turned into the alley, the drone of the engine echoing off the brick walls of the three story buildings. He hoped he wasn't annoying anyone trying to sleep, although it was still fairly early on a Friday night. When the alley curved rather than coming to a dead end, Will was relieved. When he started to see more shop signs lit up in the night, his jaw dropped. How had he never known there were stores back here? The alley entrance was so unassuming, so nondescript! Why wouldn't someone put up signs and arrows and sign spinners to draw in business? Will slowed to a stop, taking in the trio of shops built into the ground floor of a brick building set behind the street facing ones.

The first shop seemed to be some sort of tobacco shop with pipes and humidors and things, although it appeared to be closed. The middle shop was called 'Reflect Impressions' which made Will think of glasses, but the window was set with the most eclectic set of items he'd ever seen, and the last was a cozy tea shop that seemed to still be open. Will started to head for the tea shop when he caught one of the displays in Reflect Impressions... It was a mannequin, but the mannequin had a thick brow ridge and the most realistic beard wig and long hair he'd ever seen. An incredibly realistic cheetah print loincloth hung from alabaster hips and a similar, but noticeably different cheetah pattern was draped over its shoulders like some sort of ceremonial sash.

"Wow..." Will; murmured to himself. It was clearly a costume, set out for the Halloween season. It wasn't cookie cutter, it wasn't cheap, although that probably meant it WASN'T cheap... but it had to be worth a look. Maybe he'd been diverted for a reason. Will drove his scooter up to the edge of the shop and leaned the handlebars against the wall, removing the security key from the handle grip. It wouldn't stop someone from walking off with the scooter, but it would make it impossible to just hop on and ride away. Brushing his hair back over his shoulder, Will opened the surprisingly heavy door, eliciting a faint tinkle from an old bell.

Stepping into the shop was like stepping into a half remembered daydream. The wood floorboards were aged, probably a hundred years old or more. They had been kept up well, but the way the wood floors melded into the support columns and the wood ceiling made the shop feel a little claustrophobic. Will still wasn't entirely certain what the shop was meant to sell as there were displays with pieces of crystals, small metal trinkets, hand sewn dolls, painted masks that weren't for Halloween, little rolled up rugs and... costumes. Will's eyes brightened as he spotted more mannequins. The caveman in the entrance had apparently been a bit of a theme.

There was one mannequin with a leathery mask on its head and a segmented leathery shell piece strapped onto its back that made Will think of an ankylosaur. Sure enough, there was a clubbed tail hanging from a belt. A few rows away was a big cat that seemed to be the source of the caveman's clothing, though the cat still had its fur on. All of them were a marvel of unique materials with craftsmanship so rich and professional that one could barely see the seams. They also were what Will would have classified 'sexy' costumes given how much midriff, leg and arms they showed off. Each piece seemed to have accessories that went with it; bone earrings, claw gloves, curved fang like tooth extenders. Each one was unique, custom, and likely cost a fortune.

"Finding everything alright?" A voice asked. Will spun around, nearly gasping, though he didn't mean to.

Standing behind the counter was a man in his late thirties, long citrus red hair pulled back into a long braided plait. Green eyes glittered from behind large round glasses and his cheeks were kissed by a spray of red stubble. His green shirt was more like a... tunic? The collar was threaded together with leather thread like something a video game character might have worn.

"I...I was just admiring the costumes. I've never seen any that were this high quality before." Will admitted. The man smiled warmer at that, leaning on crossed arms on the counter.

"And you found them just in time for Halloween?" the shopkeeper asked. Will nodded.

"I'm a bit worried though, I don't see any price tags which usually means it's outside of my budget." Will admitted. Sam nodded a little at that, sizing up the young man.

"Well, prices are negotiable... I remember what it was like to be young once. You going to a party or something?" the shopkeeper asked. More color came to Will's tanned cheeks.

"Yeah, hoping to impress someone," he admitted. Sam let out a slow whistle.

"I remember what it was like to be that young too." he smirked, straightening back up., "I can drop the price, but the lowest I can go is 325." he said. Will's eyes widened as he calculated how much was in his wallet at the moment.

"Two eighty five and a lifetime of free shakes from Nacho Daddy whenever I work?" Will offered hopefully. The shopkeeper couldn't suppress a chuckle.

You're the one that works at Nacho Daddy? That one that comes halfway out the window?" he asked. Will grinned.

"That's me, service with a smile." he offered. The shopkeeper made a small sound with his mouth before nodding.

"Alright, we have a deal... But which costume caught your fancy?" he asked. Will's eyes widened a bit.

"I haven't really made up my mind yet, they're all so good." Will mused. The shopkeeper grinned and came out from behind the counter, an actual cape fluttering behind his shoulders as he came to stand beside Will.

"You want something memorable, something that makes an impact, something that they'll never forget?" The shopkeeper asked. Will nodded eagerly.

"Yeah..." he whispered dreamily.

"These aren't just ordinary costumes you know. They each come with a gimmick, a twist to them. I'd dare say you got quite the deal with the two eighty five." The shopkeeper said, putting his hand on the small of Will's back to guide him deeper into the shop.

"May I ask why they're all sort of... prehistoric?" Will asked. The shopkeeper nodded.

"A variety of reasons. I make the costumes when I'm inspired, and it helps to keep materials affordable if you're staying in the same genre. It also helps when their theme fits the universal constant of cyclical magicks." he added. Will almost laughed, though he wasn't quite sure what that meant so he just smiled instead. "Ah! There it is..." The shopkeeper said, grinning. He raised a hand and pointed to the back corner of the shop. Will turned to see what the costume was, his jaw dropping a little.

Standing in the back of the shop was an elephant mannequin, or rather, a woolly mammoth. The body costume was fairly straightforward with a woolly vest, a leathery tail with a tassel, woolly leg warmers and a leather cod piece. What really stood out was the... face harness? Will couldn't quite figure out what else to call it. Leathery straps nearly the color of his skin held both two short ivory looking tusks and a long, tapered leathery looking trunk. Will couldn't see a single seam or stitch, it looked fantastic. It might be a bit too bold for Caden's party, but at the same time, it really WAS something no one would ever forget.

Will stepped closer, reaching out to touch the fur of the vest. It was surprisingly slick, not feeling artificial at all, practically like his hair after a day or two not showering. His fingers reached up to brush the trunk, finding it feeling pliant and resilient like skin.

"The famed woolly mammoth, a majestic creature that has inspired the imagination for centuries. " The shopkeeper said.

"And you make these?" Will asked. The shopkeeper shrugged.

"It's a hobby," he admitted. Will murmured a little more, trying to imagine himself in the costume.

"It's amazing..." he added, realizing that the caveman costume would have been easier, or even the ankylosaur... So why was he drawn to this particular piece? It was 'sexy' like the others, nearly to the point he might have to put on spandex pants beneath the woolly leg covers lest his ass hang out... but the trunk was regal, majestic, even a little phallic... It was just the sort of thing that would knock Caden's socks off, and with luck, maybe more than just his socks.

"The one caution I have is, don't wear it more than six hours at a time." The shopkeeper said. Will looked surprised at that.

"What, do I turn into a pumpkin?" he asked, "Some sort of skin reaction?" he added more seriously. The shopkeeper shrugged a little.

"When you wear this costume, you're going to make an impression on the world. That sort of impression can take a toll on you after a while, and that kind of attention can be very alluring and hard to resist. If you want this to just be a costume, don't go past six hours at a time." The shopkeeper said. Will ran the numbers through his head on how long Caden's party was supposed to be and that still gave him time to get ready, go to the party, stay for pretty much all of it and undress at the end. Whatever this strange warning was, Will saw no problem with it.

"I'll take it." Will grinned, pausing for only a moment, "Do you have bags with handles big enough to fit on scooter handlebars?" he asked hopefully.

****

It had taken a more circuitous route for Will to get home than he would have liked, but eventually his scooter pulled up the driveway, slipped through the narrow gap between his useless car and his brother's truck and was stowed in an easy to miss gap between the garage and the main house, a tarp artfully hung to obscure it. Will extracted the bag from the handlebars and headed into the house. There was a distant rumble of bass music from the garage, indicating Will's brother was doing his power lifting and would be for several hours. The idea that he had some time alone was quite appealing.

The bathroom light flickered as it came to life, inundating the relatively small space with a warm creamy glow. The white tiled walls of the shower gleamed in the faintly speckled mirror. It was no runway, but it should prove to be the perfect place to try on his costume. Will shut and locked the door, stripping off his Nacho Daddy uniform. His well worn sneakers went tumbling into the corner of the bathroom. The yellow and orange shirt and black jeans went into the hamper, followed after by his faintly musky gray underwear. Standing there naked, Will did admire himself a bit. His hair was the envy of many even if it was unruly, and his body was fit and in its prime.

By contrast to his own body, the wooly vest seemed quite evocative as he extracted it from the bag and slipped it over his arms. The wool had been knit through some sort of flexible mesh and then backed with a very soft material like sheepskin, not that he'd ever touched sheepskin. Whatever it was, it was smooth to the touch and matched his body temperature easily. Seeing the thick waves of black hair settling across his shoulders, Will felt almost like a rock star with a shag vest. He pulled on the elephant tail waistband next, and then one wool leg warmer and then the other. It was only then that he realized he'd forgotten the codpiece, but if this was really what he wanted to show Caden, why not? As Will turned, the elephant tail flicked and swung behind his shapely bubble butt.

Will leaned down and pulled out the head harness, examining its straps and fasteners. Debating his options, leaving his hair up for the moment, Will pulled the harness on. He felt the straps press against his cheeks and temples, running around the back of his skull for leverage. As it started to slip into place, he felt the slick embrace of the trunk come up over his nose as the blunt end of the tusks brushed into the corners of his mouth. Will wasn't sure exactly if he'd be able to manage to get it all to work until the clasps fastened, the trunk settled flush with his face and the tusks pulled his lips a little wider. He opened his mouth, showing off the gleam of his braces.

Reaching up with a practiced hand, Will removed the hair tie from his ponytail and shook his head. Long tresses of curly, wavy black hair came cascading down across his fair shoulders. They obscured the harnesses around his head, leaving only the faint traces across his cheeks. The trunk curved out and down, draping and hanging down all the way to his clavicle. Will turned to one side and flexed, showing off his amateur muscles. They were nowhere near as big as his brother's, but they were still respectable. As Will turned back the other way, a loose strand of hair fell across his face. When he reached to move it, both his hand and the trunk curved upward. Will froze.

"What the fuck?" Will asked softly. Looking at the mirror, the trunk was still elevated, frozen in the same spot it had come to when his hand stopped. Slowly he lowered his hand and the trunk lowered too. Adrenaline coursed through his system. His heart raced as fast as a humming bird's. His skin flushed, and so too did the leathery trunk. Keeping his hands still, Will focused on the strand of hair on his face. The trunk slowly lifted up, the tip flexing and curving awkwardly around it before moving it out of the way. The prehensile extension tingled with achievement at completing its task, but that tingle began to rapidly spread.

Will gasped and moaned as his face nearly burned. The seam of the trunk disappeared into his face, the trunk adhering completely. Similarly, he felt a dull warm aching throb as the tusks rooted themselves in his jaw. The effervescent buzzing began to spread across his back, his shoulders and his flanks as the vest took root, the woolly fur sinking into his skin. His legs adopted their fur coating and the tail twitching behind his ass was soon operating from some remote part of his brain, tapped into his nervous system.

The young man took a step to steady himself but heard an unsettling crunching noise. It felt as if his right foot had sunk into a vat of plastic beads, but in reality his arch had collapsed, bringing his foot down flat against the floor. It began to thrum with the pounding of his heartbeat. Will's chest rose and fell with a panting breath, although each breath in didn't equate to the same amount out. His chest filled out, his diaphragm extended and his torso elongated somewhat. Another crunching came as his left foot flattened as well, cartilage reshaping beneath his skin.

With the sudden shifting of his position, Will didn't immediately realize that his ears were actually wobbling from the inertia. The cartilage and skin had grown thinner over the last few moments, but as he steadied himself, both ears started to swell and stretch wider and longer, curving outward from his skull. The skin stretched in uneven speeds, creating an almost scalloped shape. Will's naturally tawny skin tone tapered to a grayish brown, the ears leathery and artful in the way they hung from his face. One twitched, flapping gently, sending a ripple of pleasure and a swell of confusion through the young man's mind.

Will went to exhale, but a strange wet sounding trumpet noise came from his trunk. It quivered with the use, tensing and shifting, the muscle senses rooting in deeper to his brain as he moved the prehensile appendage around. Looking at his reflection, the way his beautiful tan skin tapered into the long, shapely trunk made him feel quite handsome... and as that sensation flooded through him, his uncovered manhood began to blossom and swell, hardening rapidly. It wobbled as it slowly hoisted itself up from where it had been draped over the young man's balls, bobbing higher and higher into an upright position. As it grew, it grew fatter and wider than Will had experienced before... and longer too.

A strange yearning, a need, a hunger swept through him. Will lowered his head and stretched his trunk out, letting the leathery fleshy skin slip across his cock. It smelled delicious! It smelled musky and peaty and spicy... but more than that, it was begging to be touched. Will coiled his trunk around his cock as if it was a serpent waiting to devour its prey. It did require him to bend a fair amount forward, but it was worth it as he felt himself embraced in that serpentine coil. He kneaded his cock, squeezed it and worked it, slithering up and down as his cock continued to grow and grow. Will moaned, exhaling through his breath, panting hard. He was flushed, sure, but the heat began to manifest in other ways as coils of dark black woolly hair began to sprout across the backs of his cheeks, creeping from his hairline down to his jaw before inching forward. Centimeter by centimeter, inch by inch, thick sideburns grew out across his youthful face.

Looking up at his reflection, it was impossible for Will not to have his breath catch in his throat. He had a trunk and elephant ears, but more than that, he was looking manly. His sideburns were rapidly becoming mutton chops, but there was hair growing elsewhere as well. Even the slightest raise of his arm revealed rapidly thickening black hair under them. New curls and coils of hair were poking out between his pectorals, rapidly corrupting what had been a soft and smooth boyish chest. What had started on his chest crept downward in a zig-zag line across his stomach, past his navel before plunging into the bush that ringed his cock - a cock very much in need of more pleasuring.

The pleasure of his manhood was so intense, Will didn't notice as his feet continued to crack and crinkle. While they remained just as long as they had after the arches collapsed, they had grown rounder too. The bone and sinew expanded outward like pancake batter before firming. The floor softer and softer against his feet as a layer of spongy gristle formed across his soles. Even as Will shifted his weight from side to side, he felt how comfortable his platter-like bare feet were. More than that, he could feel the vibrations coming from his brother's music from the garage. He could practically sense which PART of the garage the speakers were in.

Before long it wasn't enough for just his trunk to tease his massive mammoth meat. Will coiled his fingers around the top third of the shaft, jacking off while his trunk did the rest. His ass cheeks quivered and bloated, his hips rounded slightly and the black hair around his groin thickened, creeping up his stomach. Will must have been producing a lot of heat because the air conditioner came on, the vent on the floor fluttering the toilet paper roll as much as the thick coat of black woolly fur that was now a part of Will's long back. He slammed his free hand down on the counter for support even as his palms widened and black hair grew out of his knuckles. He snorted and nearly choked for air from his mouth, his sideburns growing out into mutton chops. His long mane of hair brushed up and down across his new fur coat. Most of all, his hot breath blasted out along the passage between his sharp, curved ivory tusks.

The young man's chest rose and fell with breath, coming both from his slack jawed mouth and his long trunk... but something was different. He could smell so much more in the bathroom. He could smell his brother's artisanal tar soap on the rim of the bathtub, the left over cinnamon toothpaste on the brushes, and a salty, almost nutty musk from somewhere near by. His long, ribbed trunk began to flex and twist, curving back across his body, sliding up his furry flank before it began to sneak under his left arm. The flared tip flared wider as he took a sniff and the pungent, rich, spicy aroma inflamed his sinuses with the potent potential of his virility.

This was something new, this was something amazing. It was more than a costume; it had become a part of him. Will felt like Wool, a woolly Mammoth, a beast. His mind was bubbling with ideas of what this could mean, his heart racing with energy and his cock throbbing with lust. In the end, it was his manhood that won out. As his balls began to churn and his prostate throbbed, Will's trunk came off his cock like a whip. Both hands shifted position on the shaft as he threw his head back and let out a long elephant-like trumpet. His cock spasmed and thick sticky jets of pearl colored cum sprayed out with such force that it splattered against the bathroom mirror, raining down across the counter. One spurt, two, three, four, five... Will's eyes rolled into the back of his head as he kept cumming, until, finally, the last few quivers were dry.

Will stumbled a little, unused to his shift in mass. His eyes opened back up to see a beautiful mammoth man in his prime, made of muscle and fur, coated in sweat... although it was hard to see through the curtain of semen he'd just expelled. Looking down at himself instead, it was hard not to appreciate how much he had changed. He had to have added dozens of pounds of muscle and fat, if not more. He had been a lean human but now he was built sturdy. His large, full ears twitched and his trunk flexed slightly. None of it was as impressive as his tree trunk of a cock, still fat and full after his orgasm - an orgasm that had decimated the bathroom.

A sudden change brought Will a sense of alarm. He winced a little, feeling the vibrations from his brother's music stop suddenly before soft shudders indicated Chance was putting his weights back on their racks. Will started to scramble, grabbing the toilet brush to try and scrape the mess off the mirror. But then what? He couldn't flush the stuff, it clogged drains. Wincing, he grabbed the small garbage can from beside the toilet and pinned it to the edge of the counter. His brother might have been understanding in normal circumstances, but this was something else entirely.

When the bathroom had been pulled into an almost explainable mess, Will reached up into his unruly mane of hair, found the clasp to the mask and released the strap. It was as if his body had been blasted with a jet of ice water as the trunk, the tusks, and the woolly garments detached from him, returning to the mere costume elements they had been before. Will winced acidly as his feet suddenly ached and stung from where they'd been forced back to normalcy. He jumped when there was a thump on the bathroom door.

"You almost done in there, dude?" Chance asked through the door, his voice almost an octave deeper than his brother's. He sounded mildly annoyed but understanding.

"Almost!" Will called back. He exhaled a bit as he heard his brother head back to the kitchen. Whatever had gone into this costume, it was powerful... and it also seemed like the sort of thing Will was going to enjoy trying on again and again.

****

If it were not for the size of the Green estate, the sheer volume of the bass would have encouraged the neighbors to submit a noise complaint. As it was, the three story Georgian style mansion had been festooned with enough lights and projectors to be seen from space. Obelisks of stacked jack-o-lanterns heralded the path from the roundabout driveway to the front of the house. The trees and shrubs had been covered in fake spider-webs and small novelty rocks had been placed around that seemed to glow and glimmer with an infernal heat.

Smoke billowed out of the punch bowl as dry ice reacted, adding to the flicker of hundreds of fake candles spread about the place. Spiders and skulls were mixed in with two hundred year old antiques and a small wait staff served sugar skull cookies and cups of chocolate mousse. There were even metal troughs with apples floating in them, though no one had yet to partake in that particular tradition. The guests were too busy socializing, catching up on recent events and marveling at the spectacle Caden had pulled off yet again.

To say life had been good for Caden would have been an understatement. He had been afforded the luxuries that an upper class upbringing could bring him. The dull ache of being a latchkey child with aloof parents had been mitigated with the comforts that money could buy most happiness, and he'd been known as the event king since he'd been in middle school. High school had been quite good for him and while he had muddled through college, he'd obtained a degree that got his parents off his back. Now they were off again and he had a hundred guests marveling at what he had accomplished... and yet, something was still lacking.

Caden navigated his way through the crowds, a task not made any easier by the blue silk fairy wings he had strapped to his rather fit torso. A liberal dose of teal glitter accentuated his cheek bones and collar bone alike, a shimmer wrap around his torso keeping a little bit of modesty. Even his fingernails and toenails had been painted for the occasion. Despite the amount of skin he was showing off, eyes had been drawn to other guests. There were pharaohs and genies and secret agents and celebrity lookalikes. It was the sort of spread one might hope for.

In the midst of all the noise, Caden heard the tinkling of the doorbell. It would have been nearly impossible for anyone else to hear, but he'd grown up with those dulcet chimes. He squeezed between two different versions of Batman and opened the front door, his jaw dropping when he saw the marvel that was Will. While most of Will's transformation back into the mammoth had replicated his previous experience, the beautiful young man had adopted a rather snug black speedo that left little to the imagination in addition to the rest of his special costume. Caden's breath caught in his throat, although he was immediately drawn to the trunk on Will's face and how... it was moving?

"Oh my god, is that animatronic? That's amazing, I've never seen anything like it!" Caden murmured, brushing his blue bangs out of his face. Will grinned, a faint blush coming to his tan cheeks. He turned one way and then the other, eliciting a swing of his tail.

"I was hoping to impress you." Will commented. Caden grinned, although his eyes trailed down Will's woolly legs to see his large elephantine feet. There was no seam, no gap, no zipper or snap. Did they connect to something like pantyhose that went up into the leg covers?

"Consider me impressed. That must have taken forever to put on." Caden whispered in awe, reaching out to touch some of the dark fur on Will's shoulder.

"It was worth every second." Will whispered, gazing at Caden affectionately. Caden was still beside himself, unable to look away as Will's trunk swayed and shifted so naturally.

"D-do you want something to eat? To drink? We've got everything." Caden offered.

"Isn't there some legend that if you eat the food of the fairy you'll never want to return to the mortal realm because normal food will lose all its taste?" Will asked.

"Yeah, not a lot of people read fairy lore these days." Caden said with a soft grin.

"Then I'll have what you're having." Will said with an arched eyebrow. Caden grinned at that, licking his bottom lip before he slipped an arm around the other man's waist, guiding him into the party.

****

One beer had become two, crumbs of sugar cookies had fallen into Will's wool, and conversations had naturally progressed over the course of several hours. Caden had always found it comforting to be around Will because he didn't approach the friendship from a place of social or literal currency. They were merely two young men when they were together. Most of the party goers were content to enjoy the festivities without engaging the host, and the few that tried wanted to steal attention away from Will. In the end it had proven to be rather disappointing and Caden had invited Will upstairs.

By the time they made it to Caden's room, they were awkwardly kissing. It took a careful angle to fit Caden's face between the curve of his friend's tusks and Will's trunk curled around Caden's cheek to stroke and caress his hair. Will had to be mindful where his large feet were going and his tail nearly knocked over a vase near the door. Caden didn't care, pressing against that warm, sublime, oddly furry body. He would have assumed he'd be able to get the wool vest off but it seemed genuinely stuck so he stopped trying and instead positioned Will as best he could, backing him up against the bed.

Sensing what Caden was trying to do, Will let himself get tipped back. He came crashing down, the mahogany bed groaning at the sudden change of weight. It groaned again as Caden pounced on top of his Halloween hunk. He kissed Will desperately, fingers tracing his bushy sideburns, his thick mane of hair, his chest, his stomach, and then the waistband of his pants. As his fingers looped under the edge and hoisted them up, a welcoming warm, manly scent wafted out. Caden worked the speedo down and gasped.

"You're huge!" he gasped, seeing the absolute pillar of meat slink its way up Will's stomach. Will merely shrugged.

"Good things come in big packages?" he offered, crossing one arm behind his head as a pillow, the other running up and down Caden's arm. Caden breathed heavily with anticipation before he opened one of the drawers of his night stand and withdrew a large tube. Will wasn't sure what it was at first, although as Caden squeezed it out he was welcomed by a large squirt of lubricant. He worked it back and forth across his hands to warm it up before he reached down, encircling his fingers around Will's cock.

"They do indeed, and I want you to stuff my stocking." Caden practically drooled as his hands went up and down that tall, tawny shaft.

"I think you're talking about Christma..." Will trailed off, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he started to hump up into the air. In moments his shaft was glistening, liberally coated. Caden slithered out of his own underwear, tossing them to the side before he braced both hands on Will's woolly shoulders. He slipped up and over before he started to lower himself down. Despite lots of training, he still murmured as his ring was stretched around the head of such a large manhood.

Will groaned, his large feet kicking a little since he couldn't wiggle his toes. He felt Caden coming down around him, enveloping him in a tight and warm embrace. Caden moaned as he an inch, then three, then four inside his depths. The glitter that coated his body had spread to Will, truly the STD of the craft world. Caden had opened up to Will, shared their mutual attraction, embraced their friendship. It was everything that Will had ever wanted, but he also wanted to return the favor.

A sharp, cool hiss of surprise escaped Caden's lips as he looked down, seeing the trunk that was coiling around his achingly hard, needy pink cock. Will grinned, squeezing and working his partner's shaft like some kind of living sex toy. Caden's moans grew more intense as he began to sink his hips lower, taking in more and more. It was a bit of effort at first, but as he got used to accommodating such a large creature, he began to rise and fall in regular rhythms. The bed creaked and groaned as they went at it as well.

The size of Will's cock encouraged Caden to be slower and gentler. In addition to the trunk massaging his cock, Will's hand caressed Caden's shoulder, his arm, his nipple and his navel. He explored him affectionately until the heat continued to grow to fever pitch. Eventually Will's hands returned to Caden's hips, lifting him up and pulling him down. Caden's fairy wings were crooked now, but he didn't care. His blue hair was soaked with sweat, his dark brown bush covered with precum that leaked liberally from his shaft and glistened on Will's trunk.

Caden wasn't sure what it was exactly that made this so special, so much better than his other flings. It was exotic, yes. It was tender as well. Caden wasn't in a rush to cum, and he sensed that Will wasn't either. The pleasure blossomed and transformed as the minutes passed. The air grew hot and humid from the love making. Will assumed the tingling heat spreading through his torso came from the exertion as he fucked Caden as deep as he could reach, although he gasped a bit as he felt something snap at the back of his head, a tension suddenly becoming loose.

The leather harness that had held the trunk and tusks to his head had broken, falling away while leaving the changes behind. Will was a bit confused, although his trunk was still working. He continued to fondle and grope Caden's cock with it as he tried to figure out what had happened. As he contemplated, a strange minty warmth began to lap against the corners of his lips before his teeth felt warm all over - or rather, the braces he'd adopted later in life began to warm. The metal rippled, spreading outward. Tendrils of silver began to wrap around the base of his mammoth tusks to form an artistic filigree, keeping them in place as much as the rest of his now blunt teeth.

As Will worked his jaw to try and understand what was happening, his face began to tingle and burn again with a sensual fire. The mutton chops he'd already grown were thick and dense, but new strands began to press outward and down across his jawline. Unrestrained by the harness straps, it seemed nothing was there to keep it back. It spread like a dark shadow, the hair racing across his chin before crashing together, the ripples heading backward as the hair grew out thicker and longer. Just like the hair on his head, Will's new beard was rapidly becoming thicker and bushier than almost any man could grow.

Caden's moans were intensifying as he felt the pounding continue, his cock ensnared in a living fuck toy that moved with the skill and grace of a python. The trunk continued to fondle and grope, the flared tip sniffling and snuffling across the sensitive head the twink's cock until he screamed out in pleasure, arched his back and let out a triumphant shout. Thick gobs of his semen filled the undulating spiral around his shaft. The blue haired boy's ass also began to pulse and throb around the huge cock inside him in new and exciting ways that pushed Will over the edge.

The long trunk uncoiled like a fire hose gaining pressure as Will let out a triumphant trumpet of pleasure. The sound reverberated in the room, but it didn't pulse quite as much as the thick cock deep inside Caden's ass. The first spurt was almost a surprise as it filled Caden's passage instantly. The following eruption was far more sustained and powerful as the woolly mammoth man began to pump his seed into his partner's ass. The flow was thick, sticky, and copious, giving Caden an oddly fulfilling sensation.

After almost a minute of pure pleasure, Caden's stamina collapsed and so did he. The thin boy with the growing cum filled belly draped himself across Will's body. He leaned up under the trunk to steal another kiss, murmuring happily at the new fuzz spreading across Will's pointed chin. The fur on his sideburns, no longer restrained by the leather straps of the harness, had spread outward into a short bushy black beard. It followed the curve of his jaw, stretching out several inches from his face. Likewise, the gap of fur between the sides of where the vest had been rapidly closed off with new curls and strands of thick black fur sprouting upward from his bush and stretching all the way to his chest. New strands sprouted from his elbows, his ass cheeks, even his hips.

Soft, lewd noises came both from their kisses and the gentle gyration of the massive cock impaled into Caden's guts. Caden never wanted to dismount, loving the feeling of being an elephant rider. Even the awkward kissing felt exhilarating, knowing the danger the points of those tusks offered. They continued to embrace, Caden's hands kneading and massaging Will's softening pectorals. How was it that Will could be so big and yet so soft? So handsome and yet so sweet? Caden's memories became muddled, a paradox of conflicting experiences seeming to make him believe his crush had always been a mammoth? Without the harness, his costume could not be released. The costume had become his reality, and in doing so, was reshaping the reality of others. Whatever his fate would be, though, he wanted Caden to be a part of it.

****

All across town, Halloween was in full force... everywhere except the garage of Will's house. Will's brother Chance kept it as an oasis outside of season and time. As far as finished garages went, it was especially nice. There were white plaster walls covered with posters from various wrestling and boxing tournaments. There was a state of the art stereo system blaring, and Chance's crown jewel was his home gym. All of the metal was painted jet black and all of the cushions were blood red. The membranes of the speakers thrummed with the heavy bass of the rock that Chance inspired himself with.

Rich sienna arms bulged as they curled, lifting the weights in repetition as his biceps glistened from the exercise. Chance's Mobile Security t-shirt barely fit anymore, the sleeves cutting into his biceps and triceps while his pecs nearly spilled out of the low curved collar. Even his sweatpants seemed practically form fitting, cupping his rotund calves and thighs. He was a far cry from his beanpole of a brother, although the thirty year old did have the same untruly thick black hair, although he'd pulled his into thick locks. He kept flexing, counting up in his head, his lips pursed as he felt the thrill of making himself bigger and bigger.

Somewhere in the distance he heard thunder, an odd sensation given how loud his music was turned up. A faint green light began to fizzle and dance along the bottom of the garage door before dissipating. There were wisps that slunk up to dance across the trophy case that held pictures of Chance and Will, altering their pictures. If reality had bent to make Will a mammoth, clearly his brother would have been too... Chance's perfect repetition faltered a bit as his sweatpants started to stretch over his growing erection. He looked down to see his python slithering out along his leg. It wasn't uncommon for the workout to make him horny, although he was getting rather large for such a light erection...

Chance reached with his free arm to adjust himself, although as he moved his hand, he saw that his shoe was bulging... Setting his weight back down with a light clank, he turned on the bench and looked down. Sure enough, both shoes were straining and stretched well beyond their limits. The stitches were starting to pull through the material itself, his ankles widening by the second.

"What did I eat?" Chance murmured, ascribing it to some sort of allergic reaction. He reached down and untied his shoe, the tongue splaying out. He pulled the shoe off with a strained pop and then tugged down his sock. Without anything to obscure it, Chance was almost horrified by the pancake-like shape of his foot. It was nearly as wide as it was long. His toes were stubby, nearly subsumed into the platter like appendage.

Still, the idea of his feet swelling inside the shoes seemed dangerous. As he set his left foot down to free his right, Chance nearly fell off the bench. The overwhelming sensation had come from vibrations passing through a rather squishy, soft part of his feet. It'd 'felt' loud. He fumbled for his pocket and pulled out the remote, turning his stereo down. Panting a bit with exertion, Chance reached for his right foot and took it off as well, having to rip the top of the sock to get it over his swollen feet. Each of them were clearly inhuman, though they didn't hurt... They didn't look puffy either. Chance rubbed at them a bit, feeling his fingers caress unusually thick hair growing from his leg.

"What the phhuck?" he muttered, his words distorted slightly. His lips felt puffy, something was wrong with his mouth. He reached up to rub them only to feel the poke of two ivory nubs as they curved out of his mouth. Chance's eyes widened. He sprung to his feet, feet that felt oddly good. He ran his fingers over the nubs, feeling them as they unsheathed themselves and curved free of his upper skull. He left the garage behind, crossing into the house. He padded across the living room, down the hall and forced his way into the bathroom.

As the light snapped on, Chance turned to look at himself, freezing in absolute shock. Yes, he had the starts of two tusks growing out of his face. What he hadn't expected, however, was that his nose had swollen as well. The rich brown skin he'd grown up with curved down the bridge of his nose, but then it kept going... and going... The base of his nostrils had detached from the space above his upper lip and, with that freedom, had continued to elongate. It was almost like watching a garden worm undulate. Segment by segment, inch by inch, Chance watched his nose turn into a trunk...

So fixated on his face, the muscled man was unaware that his right ear had twitched completely away from the side of his head, swiveling far easier as the connective tissue thinned and relaxed. His dark lobe softened, the cartilaginous ridges melting away like wrinkles beneath an iron. The skin stretched, the tissue expanded, carrying with them the dark circles of his gauge piercings that rested at the base of each ear. As the lobes spread outward like bat wings, the piercings rode lower as well, more distinct with the independence Chance's mammoth ears now posed from his skull.

As he watched his nose grow, he turned a little, seeing his cheeks darken with black stubble. It tingled in a pleasant way, growing warmer as the stubble kept growing outward. Centimeter by centimeter, it extruded longer and thicker. It was as bushy and curly as his head hair, giving it mass easily and quickly. When he reached up to brush it, an electric thrill jolted through Chance and he doubled forward, bending over the kitchen sink. He inhaled sharply, unable to exhale for a moment. As the breath started to pass through his lips, the dark hair on his face began to extrude far faster than it had before. What had started as a respectable beard soon became a bold one, then a nearly audacious mane of incredibly dense black fur. Every inch it grew felt like it added on more confidence, more pride, more masculinity that coursed through his veins.

The sound of tearing came as his security shirt split down from the collar half way down the back. He reached up to grab at it, but his bulging biceps tore through his right sleeve, then his left. He clutched at the shirt in as much frustration as utility. Getting a grip on the sundered cotton, he tugged until the shirt split and tore free from his body. The abdomen that was revealed was exquisite, and growing less human by the second. A thick coating of dense black hair had covered Chance's pecs, not entirely unusual, but the curls of black fur growing out across his shoulders, his spine and his ribs was. Chance panted heavily, both from his mouth and from his apparently functional trunk. His tusks continued to curve out longer and thicker, looking wicked and dangerous, especially when accompanied with his thick black beard... the beard and tusks of a true man.

The fear began to dilute, replaced with an intoxicating pride. Yes, he'd been working toward this, hadn't he? He was a prime male specimen... Five hundred pounds of muscle and flesh, the biggest security guard in the fleet. The elongating trunk, now a foot and a half long, began to caress his fat pectoral, the nostrils snuffling at his nipple. Chance raised one huge arm and flexed it even as black fur grew out around his forearms. Turning one way and then the other with his head, he admired not only how long and scimitar-like his tusks were, but the fact that his beard was getting long enough to grow into a curved point beneath his jaw, hutting forward. A soft trumpet exhaled from his trunk as he shivered with pleasure.

The bathroom tiles groaned under the weight of the man as his elephantine feet solidified into their final state. His pants were ruffled over rings of thick mammoth fur. His pants were also painfully tented.

Chance reached down, prying his pants out over his dick before letting them slump to the ground. A long, thick, uncut cock came springing upward, landing on the bathroom counter with a thwap. It was thicker than a can of beer and easily longer than a two liter bottle. Chance went to reach for it, but his trunk stretched out too. Surprised, Chance practiced with the prehensile appendage, getting the hang of how it flexed and curved. He slowly let it reach down to slither up the length of his cock before brushing against the tip. Chance inhaled, his sinuses filling with the scent of a man that worked out every day.

Another wave of musk escaped into the bathroom air, not from his cock, but from the cleft of his ass cheeks as they rounded and filled out, prying apart. As the cheeks grew furry, a lump formed as Chance's tailbone curved free of his spine. It stretched out through brown flesh, stretching longer and longer, curving downward. A tassel of black erupted from the end, making it almost look like a paintbrush. Chance fumbled through the drawers, looking for something he hadn't seen in years. Reaching to the very back, he grinned with delight as he pulled out a brown glass bottle with a metal cap. He unscrewed the cap, tipped the bottle back and let citrus scented beard oil drizzle into his bushy black beard. Letting it soak in, he grabbed a comb and started combing it through. The hair soaked up the oil, nourished and fed by it, growing faster and longer and thicker.

Chance's shoulders creaked and groaned as they broadened, his heavy arms making his torso seem as wide as it was tall. The guard's ribs pressed apart from another, making a fuller chest. His legs strengthened themselves to support all that weight and his mane of lochs brushed his shoulders. Chance wasn't sure what turned him on most; that his cock was almost two feet long, that his tusks were over a foot long, or that his beard was too. All three were signs of his ultimate virility. He'd been the man of the house for years, raising Will... and now Will was a big strong mammoth too, though nowhere near as strong as him. Chance groaned, moaning. He felt so alive, so energetic, so... hungry...

The bathroom door nearly came off its hinges as Chance threw the door open, his heavy feet pounding as he stepped out of his shorts and went into the kitchen naked. He riffled through the cupboards until he found the family size jar of peanut butter. He cast the lid aside, sending it toppling over the counter before he dipped a finger in, scooped up an obscene amount and brought it to his lips. He slurped down the peanut butter, going for a second serving, then a third. His vertebrae stung as they grew thicker, stretching his spinal cord with them. He added on inch after inch, rising upward. His tusks were long and full, his beard massive, and his cock was begging for release.

Looking down at the veined, pulsing, hot bit of elephant leather before him, Chance didn't even bother to clean his fingers before he grabbed onto it and started to jerk off. Huge, powerful hands with calloused fingers worked that meat relentlessly, stroking up and down with double fisted glory. He threw his head back, his trunk flexing and twisting like a snake enchanted to music he couldn't quite hear. It didn't take long for him to climax on a feedback loop of his own greatness and soon a long jet of faintly yellowed, incredibly thick semen was arching out across the hardwood floor.

After several long splurts, Chance leaned his broad back against the fridge for both support and a bit of a cool down. He panted with his eyes closed, feeling his brain going through the sieve as his childhood memories were being rewritten. He'd always been a mammoth in this new timeline, he just hadn't ever been quite this big. Chance's life was flashing before his eyes. By the time the memories had rewritten themselves through the age of sixteen, there was a knock at the door - two short, a pause, and then a single. It wasn't the kind of knock a trick or treater would have used... added to the fact his porch light was off.

Chance grabbed a comforter from the back of the couch as he passed, wrapping it around his waist as a makeshift sarong. By the time he opened the front door, he looked halfway decent. Standing on the other side of the door was a man a little older than Chance, his fiery red hair pulled back into a ponytail, his shapely shoulders covered in a cape. Green eyed glittered as he inclined his head to look up and up at Chance

"Hey there big guy." The shopkeeper said softly, thinking fondly to the dual memories he now held of his old high school crush.

"Sam? Come in!" Chance said, stepping back, ""What's going on?" he asked. Sam smiled, resisted the urge to pet Chance's new fur coating.

"I was thinking, with your brother out all night at a party, maybe I could try again to convince you to go on a date." Sam said hopefully. Chance reached up to rub his large hand at the back of his head.

"I'm not much of a Halloween guy. Too many people, too much chaos..." Chance said. Sam nodded, deciding this time to reach out, his hand resting between the edge of the comforter on the mammoth's hip and the start of the woolly fur on his ribs.

"Well, if not going out, what if we were to stay in?" Sam offered, "I bet you could do some amazing things with that trunk of yours..." he whispered, his hand drifting to rest on the bulge in the front of Chance's wrap. Despite having just cum moments ago, the mammoth felt his vitality renewed, not looking down to see the green magic leaving Sam's fingers. His cock was rigid and hard again in moments and his brain was getting an all new flood of that potent brew. He was the mammoth, he was big and virile and strong, and he was going to show Sam what a mammoth task he had just taken on.