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Mike was a dark shape further up the beach, scrambling over the rocks with two liberated six-packs in each hand. His coordination wasn't great at the best of times, and tipsy and running from imagined pursuers it was a miracle he hadn't already tripped and fallen headfirst. His giggling was loud and hiccuping in the cool night air.

"I don't think anyone's following us," Chad said, voice carrying in a loud stage whisper.

Aiden glanced over his shoulder at the splotch of light way down the beach now, spilling out from the old beach house, still thronged with people. Annual Psi Upsilon Rho post-finals jam; this year it was on the beach, after the mountain trolls cursed them off their traditional haunt up in the foothills last year. That hadn't been a good party for anyone. "Yeah, I don't think they even noticed."

The party was pretty far gone, the initial roughhousing in the ocean turned into sitting around the campfire drinking and yelling as night fell, and now even that was dying down: kegs almost tapped, cooler emptied. Except Kyle, the frat leader, brought another bunch of cans, all shitty six-packs, like they were in reserve, but he'd just left them under some sailcloth behind the booze table. So -- and this had been Mike's idea, obviously -- they'd swiped them and ran, cackling up the beach and then onto the rocky scree dividing this section of the beach from the next.

Mike was staggering over the rocks, laughter subsided into quiet hiccups punctuated with cursing. "Wooo!" he yelled as he clambered onto the biggest rocks at the very end. He waved the sixpacks in the air, clattering and clunking together, and then, of course, he slipped and went flying backwards, landing with a heavy oof on the sand at the very edge of the scree. There was the carbonated hiss of at least one can rupturing as he went down, and by the time Chad and Aiden caught up Mike was splayed out on the ground, mournfully sucking on the side of a can as it hissed out pressurized beer into his mouth.

"C'mon man, up," Aiden said, hauling Mike up with one hand. Mike went with him, compliant, knocking shoulders as they all started trudging up the new beach.

"Man," Mike slurred, mouth still wrapped around the side of the leaking can, "I totally thought they were gonna chase us."

"We can chase you, asshole," Chad piped up to the left, shoving Mike forward, and he obligingly took off on a weaving run, tripping over his own feet and going sprawling not even ten steps ahead. Aiden sighed. That was apparently past what the much-abused six-pack could take, and the plastic rings snapped, flinging already-battered cans up across the beach, black shapes on the moonlit sand.

"Aww mannnn," Mike slurred, facedown, crawling over to the cans.

"Man, just leave them," Aiden said. "You're a fuckin' wreck; I don't wanna have to deal with your hangover in the morning."

"But boooooze." Mike scrambled -- slowly -- to his feet. Aiden sighed again. Mike was the one who just didn't know how to drink. He chased after that feeling of tipsy euphoria until he inevitably just blew chunks everywhere. Usually halfway through the night, and honestly, it was just pure luck that he hadn't yet. Chad knew how to drink -- how to stop drinking, mostly -- and Aiden didn't want any fucking empty calories fucking up his routine, even if it meant he had to be the mostly-sober one.

Chad hauled Mike to his feet, and they shambled, bumping shoulders, further up the beach, leaving the battered cans behind.

But speak of the devil: "Guys, I feel... not great," Mike said, slurring and drooling, suddenly spitting.

"If you fucking puke all over me I'm gonna drown you in the fucking ocean," Aiden warned.

"Nah, nah, not that," Mike said, staggering ahead of them. "It's... oh," he said, and let the second six-pack fall from his hand, raising both of them trembling into the moonlight.

"What the fuck," Aiden said, and Chad just let out a slow whistle. Clear in the bright moonlight, the pale skin of Mike's hands was getting all splotchy and dark. When he turned his hands over, his football callouses were thickening across his palm, skin dark and ridged.

Chad jerked, dropping his two pilfered sixpacks. "Oh shit, this must be the cursed beach!" Chad said with a squeak, eyes suddenly darting to the ocean, and then he grabbed the beers again, practically cradling them against his chest.

"Cursed... beach?" Aiden said.

"Oh man, that was before you two joined, right?" Chad started, then cut away to look at Mike, still staring down at his hands as the boils spread, joining together in sheets of new, thick skin. "Uh, you, okay?"

"What's going onn," Mike slurred, scrubbing his hands against each other, his skin shiny and wet, bumpy lumps spreading slowly up his forearms.

"Are you fucking bulking up?!" Aiden said, outraged, turning to Mike. His forearms -- in addition to slowly bubbling, weird thick hide smearing across his hands -- were thickening. Mike wasn't the most built guy around, a little lean from baseball, but his forearms were thickening, new muscle standing out in thick cords. Aiden tossed his cans aside and grabbed one of Mike's forearms, squeezing around the muscle, feeling the resistance of Mike flailing back at him.

"Uh," Chad said, and both Aiden and Mike whipped their heads up to look at him, glaring and concerned, respectively. "You know the whole deal with the mountain trolls last year? So, like, a few years back the same thing kind of happened up here, uh, and that's why we had to move down the beach."

"No shit," Aiden said, standing almost chest-to-chest with Mike, still squeezing and testing the new muscle, his grip sliding up Mike's forearms, over the lumpy bubbles that grew almost to his elbow, and then up his bicep. "So what's the curse?"

"Uh, it was something like, you turn into a monster?" Chad said. Mike let out a little whine. "Or like, something big and scary, I guess?"

"Don't be a fucking baby," Aiden said, both hands clamped around Mike's swelling biceps, skin bubbling up under his palms, muscle thickening until his arms rivaled Aiden's. "The doc'll clear it right up. And I mean the trigger," he said aside to Chad.

"Uh, littering? The naiad seemed pretty pissed about that."

"Wouldn't it be, like, an oceanid?" Mike said, slurring, looking up from his hands, still not quite all there. "Because the ocean, right?"

"Shut up," Aiden and Chad chorused. "But no shit," Aiden continued. He shoved Mike back, grabbing the six-packs dropped at his feet.

He tore a can off, popped the tab, gulped down two swigs, and then chucked it into the ocean. "Yeah! C'mon, gimmie your best shot!" Chad moved at him, reaching for the cans, but Aiden shoved him back, already opening up a second can. He took a messy swig, barely even bothering to swallow, and then threw it as far as he could off into the ocean.

"Oh yeah, fuck yeah," he groaned, staring down at his hands as they started to bubble. He looked up at Mike and Chad, cocky grin on his face. "Whassa matter? I mean, look at Mike." Mike, whose transformation had stopped, leaving him with sandpaper-scaly arms, grey in the moonlight, arms just as heavy and blocky as Aiden's now. "You think I'm not gonna go for that?"

He flexed, muscles straining, mouth dropping open as the curse really hit him full-force. He staggered and fell to his knees in the sand with a wet thump. He tore another can off, and it exploded in his hand, fingers convulsing as heat sunk inside him. Bubbling boils smeared over his thick knuckles and up his wrist, each one a splotch of wet heat. He mechanically shredded the can into shards and flung them down the beach, a thousand little glimmering shreds of aluminum.

Aiden groaned, a low guttural roar. Dimly, he could hear Chad go "holy shit," but it was overwhelmed by the sound of blood pounding in his veins. Heat was settling across his body, soaking into his bones. His skin was hot, the new hide almost rubbery, fat and muscle swelling into being as the bubbling line of boils crept upwards. It was happening on his feet too, sandals itching against the spreading line of flesh, and all the while under his skin his muscles shredded and grew, bulking thicker.

He kicked off his sandals, flinging them into the ocean too, and dug his feet into the cool, wet sand. His toenails itched; fingernails too, the material thickening, dark-opaque, a bizarre stretching feeling from under his nails as they grew out into hooked talons. His forearms were patchy, hair poking through the sharkskin in weird spurs like quills, fanning in thick clusters over the huge swell of his forearms, like the curse didn't really know how to deal with hair. Mike was pretty sleek, at least.

"Yeah," he groaned, face tipped back, and it was a surprise to hear his own voice, rough and rasping and low. His mouth felt different, the line of his teeth strange against his tongue, and slowly he explored up his changing teeth, finding them sharp and jagged, each one having a ragged sawtooth edge. The shape of his face was... different, a little, jaw pushing out under his new talons as his teeth reshaped themselves, almost joining his nose in a squat, toothy snout.

He opened his eyes to see everything swimmy, shifting dark blobs that soon-enough resolved into Mike and Chad, looking freaked out. His vision was different, wider, and when he stood he staggered, everything warping around him. "What's the matter, guys?" he said, voice rough and grating, inhumanly low. It rumbled through his throat, echoing in his bones. He stepped closer, mouth open in a sharktooth grin, somehow already a few inches taller than them. "You should try it. This fuckin' curse is great!"

He reached for Chad, who flinched back at his touch but didn't run, staying stock-still as Aiden wrapped a newly-clawed hand over his side, running up under his loose tee, felling over the thinly-defined muscles there.

"You always said it was such a hassle to keep yourself toned, right? Well here's a free ticket." He lifted his own shirt, his normally-defined six-pack now chiseled and blocky, Adonis curve a huge lean line down his stomach. His sharkskin hadn't even got there yet, still just crawling over his biceps, up his calves, but his muscles everywhere were growing, heavy and blocky.

"Don't you wanna look like this? And you, Mike, man, you're on the baseball team but you're fucking hopeless, like, you gotta put some weight on." He stepped over to the other guy, feeling up the sleeves of his shirt, over his pecs. "Look at how much this shit's already helped you out, man. Why not give it a little more, huh?"

Mike looked hazy, still-drunk. Aiden crowded him closer, his toothy mouth pressing against his shoulder. "C'mon man, just pick up and can and chuck it."

"Yeah," Mike said, shakily. "Yeah, this's gonna be great!" He stumbled over, pawing at Aiden's rubbery-sharkskin feet for the rest of the cans, taking one and just chucking it into the ocean.

"Mike!" came Chad's shocked cry, and so Aiden wheeled around to him, dragging them both down into the sand, Aiden sprawled on top of him.

"I know you want it, dude," he said, voice rasping through his teeth. "You take shots, everybody knows. Just..." he said, and tugged the hem of Chad's shirt, dragging it up over his arms and then letting it drop onto his bare chest. Chad was a hairy guy, chest dark, but he could still see the structure of his muscle, heavy and defined -- but not as defined as he'd been, and sure as hell not as good as he was now. "Just wad that up and throw it away, c'mon, see what you'll look like."

Aiden was still shifting, slow, beads of sharkskin bubbling up over his swollen, monstrous thighs, spreading just-barely along the outside of his hips, peeking up over the hem of his sagging board shorts. His shoulders were immense, spread into some huge parody, inhumanly broad and thick. Huge slabs of muscle wrapped tight around each other, the slow roll of their movement like tectonic plates, slow and inexorable, all bunching into huge blocks as he shifted. He reached down, hooking his talons through the hem of his muscle shirt and ripping it off, dropping it on top of Chad's stomach. Muscles all across his shoulders and back worked, pulses of heat racing down his spine, his thick rubbery skin spreading further, dripping down to curl over the heavy slab of his pecs, a rich, sizzling heat.

"C'mon man," he said, flexing, the swell of his new bicep eclipsing his face, grey hide bright in the moonlight, his face almost black in the shadow. "You could tell me you're not into this, but I know you're lying."

Chad looked up at him, face a ruddy red. His hands were wrapped around Aiden's waist, but not pushing, just splayed, feeling the rubbery boils finally peek across his hips.

"Or you more into me, huh?" Aiden looked down, grinning, a sharp pain in his mouth for a half-second as his second row of teeth scraped out from under his gums, mouth suddenly bloody and drooling. He spat to the side. "I see you staring in the gym." He reached down, claws dragging over Chad's hands, and then he tugged loose the laces of his shorts, the damp fabric sagging lower, a dark thatch of hair visible just above his cock, bubbles smearing over his skin, closer and closer as they wrapped around his inner thighs. "Maybe you just wanna watch, first?" he said, grinning down, and grabbed both their shirts, wadded into a little ball, and chucked them off into the distance.

Almost instantly the curse hit, more potent already halfway through. Aiden groaned, and his claws twitched, tearing a long rent down the side of his shorts. He grabbed ahold and tore, ripping them off in a single convulsive motion just before the rest of the change hit. The slow spread of hide exploded into a frenzy, all the rest of his skin bubbling up and smoothing over in an instant. He was glossy, hide shining in the moonlight, his chest and stomach -- underbelly -- a paler grey. Aiden's eyes -- dark and beady now -- rolled back, hands slamming into the sand on either side of Chad's head as he sunk forward.

His back burned, spine cracking as a fin tore out of him, thick cartilage ridges forming right between his shoulderblades and then swelling, tearing out in a sharp arc, hard tissue ripping right out of his spine in loud, sharp cracks. Chad's hands spread up his sides, over the new, immense bulk of his chest, and back around to his fin, a jagged hook tapering to a blunt point just above the small of his back.

Aiden's mouth opened, a low groan ripping out, teeth huge and gleaming, scraping sideways against Chad's shoulder and still rough enough to draw blood. His dick ground against Chad's stomach, hard and dripping, the wet scrape audible even over the wet snaps of his cartilage rearranging itself.

Off to the side, Mike was yelling, kicking off his sneakers and stripping naked. They both turned to the side, watching as his ass bulged out, a leathery tail cracking out and growing in short bursts. Aiden laughed, the sound low and sharp, and then turned back to Chad.

"C'mon man," he said, hulking over Chad, grinding his cock up and down along his stomach. "Want me to jerk you off?" Under them, Chad's cock gave a kick, trapped under the bulk of Aiden's transformed body.

Aiden dragged a hand down Chad's body, leaving behind raw red lines, down to the hem of his shorts. Chad was hard under him, and he was hard, cock thick and still slowly swelling thicker, cockhead and shaft smearing together in a single long fat length, his grey hide stretched white-translucent, a thin tracing of dark veins visible even in the dim moonlight. He was dripping wet and heavy all over Chad's stomach, smearing down the ragged line of dark hair.

His claws curled around Chad's hip, slicing through the hem of his shorts, and he sat back enough to rip them off, leaving Chad completely naked, bare-assed in the sand. Chad's cock flopped out, smacking against his stomach, cockhead flushed dark red. Aiden tossed his ruined shorts across his chest, his immense clawed hand easily curling around the entire length of Chad's cock, the head dripping wet across his palm. "C'mon man, all you gotta do is just throw 'em away and I'll jerk you off." He traced the ridge of Chad's cockhead with the back of his thumb-claw, the nail shining and wet. Chad's breath hitched. He grabbed for the shorts with one hand, the other clamped around the huge muscled curve of Aiden's hip, thumb glancing across the side of Aiden's monstrously-thick shaft. He moaned high-up in his throat, staring down the barrel of that huge cock, and then chunked his shorts aside.

Aiden could smell it, the curse hitting Chad. For him, it started across his chest, skin a pale yellow-brown, fanning darker across his shoulders. His throat worked, Adam's apple bobbing as the hide crawled up his neck. Aiden growled, jaw open, sound rippling out of his massive chest as he stared down, knuckles brushing back and forth over Chad's cock as he changed.

Aiden's own transformation was still going, slower, but spreading deeper. Webbing stretching between his fingers and toes, lips going rubbery, and his cock split. He groaned, head thrown back, the inner surface of his cock suddenly exposed to open again, almost painfully sensitive. Looking down, his cock looked bifuricated. The inner flesh was red and raw but not bleeding, with grooves down the center, two halves of a split pipe. Pre still gushed down them for a raw red slit between his cocks, the fluid thicker and clinging to the dimpled inner curves. He spurted out across Chad's chest, pre smearing over Chad's glossy hide as it transformed under him.

"Yeah, yeah," Aiden groaned through his toothy maw, cocks slapping across Chad's skin. Chad's hands wrapped around them, the still-soft pads of his fingertips slick and smooth against the inner flesh. Aiden groaned, teeth gnashing at the air, and hunched forward, spurting runny pre across Chad's stomach as his change slowly stretched over his shoulders. "Come on, make me come," he growled, voice guttural and inhumanly deep, his blackened beady eyes focused on Chad's form, still so scrawny and thin compared to him. His palm spanned over Chad's entire chest, dragging up through the mess of sloppy pre across his stomach, almost completely covering his face, and Chad just opened wide, sharpening teeth digging into the heel of Aiden's palm as he licked up the mess across his hand.

Aiden groaned, cock pulsing, the raw red slide between his cocks tensing and pulsing, and then he was coming. His cocks fluttered, muscles pumping, carrying his load down the inside of his cocks to spray in ropy lines all up Chad's chest. And it was ropy, not liquid at all, a solid chain of come, punctuated by immense glimmering pearls, like beads strung on a necklace, pelting up all over Chad, smearing over his freshly-grown sharkhide.

"Yeah," Aiden said again, breath sagging out of him in a long exhale, drawing his hand back from Chad's face to see the change had spread that far, face brown-yellow, spiky sharkskin spreading across his squat snout, teeth sharp in his smile. He had gills across his neck, sealed shut, but heavy spiky 'W's in dark lines. Aiden settled back, suddenly aware of just how big he was, not just bodybuilder-sized but something hulking and monstrous, bigger than was even possible for a human. "Y'know, maybe Mike had a good idea stealing the booze."

Under him, Chad let out a low laugh, throat catching, half-transformed. He opened his mouth to speak, but Aiden stroked his cock, still hard and leaking, and it transformed into a incoherent groan, jaw spreading open and then snapping shut.

"So c'mon, dude, come," Aiden said, teeth gnashing, growling, and Chad did, his own low voice turning into a roar as his fattening cock pulsed, spraying still-human come across his bristling chest, smearing shiny over his skin.

"I bet we can get like, half the frat up here, huh?" he said, still stroking up and down Chad's cock, slippery now, other hand crammed between Chad's legs, claws scraping across his ass cheeks. "See what they turn into. I mean, hell, we've got a few nights before the year's over, right? Plenty of time to see how far we can push this." He looked aside at Mike, trudging up the beach, silhouette nothing like human. "After we corral that asshole, at least," he said, and Chad let out a shaky breathless laugh, cock drooling over Aiden's fingers as his hide converged on his cock, pebbling under Aiden's touch.

"Yeah," Chad said. "Yeah."