Full Moon and Muscle: Final Chapter
by Texzilla
A) The End Of Buddy's Month
Buddy wasn't entirely sure this was going to work. He had used Pete's gym membership to all but stalk his brother-in-law over the past few days. Well, Pete's brother-in-law, or maybe it was his. Hard to tell. With as much of Pete living in his head as he was, the distinction between the original person and the new one was getting blurred all the time.
But he knew it had to be Henry. Pete needed someone that meant something to him in order to take the curse off of him. His family was out West. No way he could get to them and bring one back. And there was no way he could get his SISTER to take his place. Or one of her sons. That was sick in a situation that broke the boundaries of sick long before today.
Today though, he had to start the initiation. Following Henry around his gym all day. Even helping spot him on some weights. Just another guy hanging out at the gym. Sure, not that many big black muscle bound guys hanging around the gym but, Buddy needed to be as non-threatening as he could.
So that once they wound up in the shower at the same time. Henry wouldn't be that surprised. Or nervous. Not till the steam let up some. And Henry found his new black workout 'Buddy' sporting a raging hard-on in the shower. A hard-on that was being stroked and pulled to incredible lengths. The thick black cock was gorged with blood and ready to blow almost as soon as Henry made eye contact with it. In the shower, with the floor all wet and Henry pretty much in shock over the site he was seeing, there was no way he could move out of the way once the cock shot it's load all over him.
In the few seconds he had to think before the transformation started, Henry's mind was running through the steps of getting cleaned off, moving to the door as quick as he could and not giving a shit that he was all but naked when he ran to report this freak.
The transformation was not like with the others. When Henry's skin darkened to the same deep brown almost black shade of Buddy's, it wasn't with the same pain. Henry's own skin stayed in place. When the muscles grew to incredible size in just seconds, his own skin had to retain it all. The changes to the face when Henry went for a plain Caucasian adult male in his middle thirties to a stunning black man in his early twenties, the breaking of bones to reshape his features did not hurt. For this wasn't a full permanent transformation. Buddy was not yet cursing Henry.
Merely marking his territory. Letting Henry have a brief taste.
"What the hell…." Henry said taking his new black muscled body in. His hands in front of him. Reaching down and lifting up his now heavy pendulous dick as if it wasn't really a part of him. But with a smile for days when he found it was in fact attached to his body. HIS body.
"You like? You like that power?" Buddy said coming closer. His hand reaching in back of the new Henry's neck. "You like that feeling of youth. That feeling that you used to get, just on the end of your dick, just at the end of a fuck, that surge of sensuality? But now it covers you from head to toe? You like that?" Buddy said pulling Henry in for a kiss. When their lips met Buddy could fell Henry still hesitating. He wasn't hesitating by the end of the kiss though. "I can give this to you. Forever."
Buddy started lowering himself down to take Henry's growing cock in his mouth. It had only been a month but thanks to Sunny's almost dog like devotion to him, no man was an equal to Buddy's cock sucking skills.
"Incredible. How it this possible." Henry said as he reached his hands down and started running his fingers through Buddy's short afro. Suddenly doing the math, Henry reached up and grabbed a handful of the now full head of black kinky hair that rested on top of his head and almost laughed.
"Come with me then." Buddy said. "I can give this to you. All this life." He started taking Henry's new large black cock down his throat. All Henry could think of was how his wife would never even dream of doing that, and now he was having a guy do it….. his wife….
"Wait, wait… what… I can't. What about my wife, and our kids?" Henry said with just an edge of panic to his voice.
"Your wife will be fine, she has family. What about you? Want to give all this way?" Buddy said taking his mouth off the cock just long enough to speak.
"But I… I don't have any other family… She's all I have… and my kids."
Buddy's world came crashing down then. Still too much Pete inside. Maybe some of this was even Buddy too. Either way, he couldn't do it. He slowly took his mouth off of Henry's cock. Buddy hadn't taken it too far. From what Gato said, only if Buddy were able to mark Henry and then taste his sperm would Henry be in his control. But he couldn't. One last kiss and Buddy left. Free of his aura, Henry changed back a few minutes later. Stunned into inaction but not forgetting what had happened. He never would. Always remembering those few minutes of bliss, on summer nights when the temperature is cooling off, and the moon shines in through the window.
Buddy got changed quickly and ran out to his car. Sunny was still there where he'd left him. Now sleeping in the passenger seat.
"How'd it go? You set?" the big dumb blond said waking up and smiling at his Buddy.
"Couldn't… couldn't…." was all Buddy was able to get out.
"Maybe try again tomorrow. You've still got a few days?"
"No. I'm… I'm stuck."
"Oh." Was all Sunny could get out. Even being as dumb as he was he knew he was suppose to feel sorry for Buddy. But he couldn't. He didn't want to lose the best thing that had ever happened to him.
B) The End of Sarge's Month
Sarge looked around the room. Even for him, there was a lot of testosterone in here. The men were huge, larger than anything that could come naturally. Like Sarge himself. It had been fairly easy for a giant of a hairy muscle beast like himself to pick up the three former dance partners at the gay bar near the studio they all used to practice at. Sarge's original self John never went in. He was the straight guy in the group. In the time the gay guys in the troupe were getting their first drinks at the place, John had dates lined up with several of the girls before they all reached the subway entrance.
But John sure had heard about the damn gay bar enough to know that's where he'd be able to get a pick of victims. Even still, he wasn't sure these were the guys to do it for him. He needed someone that meant something to him to take his place with the curse. Someone that meant something to him. John had spent his life making sure there WAS no such person. His emotional attachments to any and everyone was, at best, held a 'from the other side of the room' close distance. There just wasn't anyone.
The dance though, that meant something to him. To be able to get back to that. Perhaps he could sacrifice one of these guys because they'd be losing their ability to dance just as John did when he became Sarge. And these guys, shit look at these guys now. Barrone could hardly walk around his thick legs once the transformations too over. Barrington's chest was even bigger than Sarge's. No way that he'd have the upper body grace needed. West was the worst… or maybe the best depending on how you looked at it. Sarge never believed that his cum would turn the guy into the next best thing to a chimp, but that's what the lithe and sweet West now looked like, some monkey–man hybrid. They all loved it. They all knew the transformations were taking over. They reveled in the lust. The fucking that took place amongst the three men rattled the walls of the cheap hotel room they'd gotten.
While they were fucking each other into coma's Sarge sat in the chair off to the side and watched. Not possibly all the time. He'd let one kiss his nipple or sit forward some so another cold lick his ass. But he wanted watch. See which one wanted it the most. It was an evening of debauchery that would have left the old John shocked and disgusted.
But the more Sarge looked at his former dance partners, the more he thought about what he had lost. Dance had meant everything to him at one point. It had been his release, his lifeline, his reason to wake up in the morning. Somewhere he had lost that for the politics of working in a large dance company. Not to forgot his superior attitude over the gay dancers. It had been a log time since John had felt the music through him in the ways that head lead him to the dance in the first place.
Now he wanted to ruin someone else's life… just to get something back that he had all but abandoned. Deep in what ever was left of his soul, he knew that wouldn't be enough. He wasn't going to be able to pass off his former love of the dance as a fair trade. Which left only finding a real person to take his place. And the only person that meant anything to John, was John. So there was no reason to even try to find a replacement. He had created his own victim years before.
Sarge left the sleeping men as they slowly changed back to their old selves. Like Buddy, he had not taken it too far. Unlike Buddy, he had no one else to be with him as he made the long trip back to the nightmare that was him home. Then and forever.
C) The End of 33726's Month
After several days lurking in a holding cell the police had to let 33726 go. They had nothing on him really. If they prosecuted every guy who got in a bar fight in the city they'd have warehouses full of hung over dopes. When it all came down to it, they couldn't hold a guy for being a naked hothead. They gave tattooed powerhouse some pans and told him not to show up there again.
The time he spent in the cell was useful enough for 3. His old cop persona and his new ex-con memories worked together, instead of being at war with each other. A war of polar personalities something 3 was sure that Gato was hoping for. But they used their various skills to listen and get info out of people. Things started connecting. By the time he left he had a path to start on. It took 3 almost the whole month but listening to rumors, following the right people at the right time, using his instincts as much as his senses, he'd found what he was looking for.
3 was able to break into the club on an upper level and hide out for quite some time in the rafters over the main floor. A large window on the wall behind him let in the first full moon of the month so it's light could flood the place. He could see the partiers come in. Mainly in groups but some solo players. It would have all appeared to be a regular hot spot nightclub if it wasn't for the patrons ripping their skin off and becoming new people. Men in their 40's, spending all day behind their desk entered the club and within seconds shucked their outer shin to reveal toned perfected 20-year-old bodies already gleaming with sweat. Some of the transformations were almost amusing to 3. Like the pair of sorority girls who quickly adapted to being hulked out Latino tuffs. Or the 4 black teenagers, all decked out in their gang colors whose attitudes went from cold as ice to giddy children when the blonde muscle twinks who lived beneath their skins were allowed out.
Then something different stated happening. More guests started to arrive. 3 didn't notice it at first but caught something out of the corner of his eye. Concentrating he could then see them. Dark figures coming down from the sides of the room. Small figures that transformed into full sized men by the time they reached the floor. Men just as large and just as built as the original guest, but not of the same breed. That much 3 could tell. Most seemed to be of African descent. Not like him, a mix of several races, but very much pure African. Their skins dark, their lips full and their faces strong. It was when one of the men lifted is arms in a dance move with a partner he met on the floor that 3 saw it. The webbing beneath his arms. Like a bats.
But being distracted by the new partygoers made 3 drop his guard. Which was the only way the 4 men who came out of the darkness on either side of him were able to get the upper hand. The music was so loud and the lights all were directed to the dance floor. No one saw the fight that went on. Some thought, the newer party guests, liked the touch of sprays of blood being dripped from the rafters.
D) The End of the Month
Buddy and Sarge were in complete and total agony. They had seen Milton go through this the month before. Heard his screams and his wails of pain. Yet somehow, almost jokingly, Buddy kept thinking that he didn't think it would be this bad. He could see the form of Pete come sliding out of him. On fire and melting in the heat. The smell of burning hair thankfully overtaking the smell of burning flesh. With the lost of Pete's body some of his memories went, but not all. There was enough left in Buddy's head to continue on, much like he had been in the last month.
Looking over at Sarge Buddy saw the same thing happening. The form of John all but stumbling out of the larger body of Sarge. Buddy hadn't seen Pete's face when he left his body so he wondered if Pete looked as shocked as John did.
The fires were getting hotter, and there was almost nothing left of their original selves when 3 appeared out of the darkness on the far side of the burning circle. It was hard for Buddy to focus but he could tell their last member of the pack was beginning to undergo the ritual the other two were dealing with. Except he had a smile on his face.
"So." Gato said from across the circle. "Our little stray has come home. Knew you would. And alone. Also, as I knew you would."
"Not quite."
From the darkness of the old church behind 3 a large figure immerged. Two actually. One was Sunny, held several feet off the floor, struggling to break free. The blond muscle boy was in the grip of a huge creature. Mostly a black man, well over 6 and a half feet tall, but insanely muscled. Under his arms wide webbed bat wings filled the space between his arms and his body. This figure too was smiling. Large fangs glistened almost as brightly in the reflected fire light as did his ebony black muscles.
Gato's look of horror was even greater than his victim's. Knowing he only had seconds to run he turned to get out the back exit. What ever that creature was it couldn't move fast enough to drop Sunny, get over the fire and the burning men and reach him. That is, if he moved NOW.
It wasn't the creature across the room Gato had to worry about. It was the 7 foot tall pure white werewolf filling the only doorway. Lit from the back by the moon revealed the color of the fur. The reflection from the fire only strong enough to show the hate in his eyes.
Fur covered hands reached out and grab Gato by the shoulders. The grip like a vice. The claws cutting into his skin making any struggle an agony. Gato was carried like this back into the old church. Towards the circle of fire. As they got closer he could see the face of the monster that held him. More wolf than man. Month pushed out like a dog, ears pointed on the sides of the head, even a black nose that was sort of cold and running. Gato only had seconds to think that a shiny nose on a dog meant a happy dog when the large jaws opened and the creature teeth sank into his shoulder.
The screams from Gato brought his three victims out of their haze. Buddy had his wits about him more than the other two, what with Sarge still being in a fog and 3 still in the last moments of his cleansing. As much as he wanted to attack the creature who had Sunny in his grip, Buddy knew he had to get the men out of the circle. It was clear that was where the huge white werewolf was taking Gato.
He pulled them men over the fire just as the creature crossed the fire line. The flames immediately ignited even more. The flames momentarily rising almost to the remains of the ceiling. With Gato still in his jaw the creature began to bend down till he knelt somewhat on the floor. It freed one hand from Gato's other shoulder and used one of its long claws to rip Gato's pants off. Then grabbing the still screaming Latino muscle man by the waist the creature started lowering Gato down. It was then that the three men on the sidelines saw the huge pick cock start to rise up from between the werewolf's legs. It looked very much like a man's cock would, not a dog's, except for the fact that it was proportionally correct for a 7 foot tall being.
Outside the fire the men were trying to pull themselves together. Buddy suddenly remembered seeing Sunny in the grips of another creature turned to see the large black bat like monster enjoying the show. Sunny still in his grip.
"You let him go!! Fuck you asshole, let him go!!" Buddy screamed picking up a near by broken timber and beginning to take swings at the monster. It barely took notice as long thin fingers came out of the darkness and grabbed the plank of wood away from Buddy. It was obvious that his hand was going back to smack Buddy out of the way when 3 spoke up.
"NO!" the tattooed fireplug yelled. "Put him down. We'll take care of him."
The monster looked at 3 with a quizzical expression, shrugged his shoulders and dropped Sunny to the floor. Buddy was there almost quick enough to catch him. The monster moved forward to the edge of the fire ring to laugh as the white werewolf continued to rape Gato.
"What the fuck is going on?" Sarge asked getting to his feet. "What are those things?"
"The Knight." 3 said pointing to the large black vampire. "The One." He said pointing to the white werewolf. "The originals."
Sunny was pulling himself together when he saw what was happening to the man he was linked to as a dog would its master. "Gato!!!!" he yelled trying to make a run for the flames.
"Too late." 3 said as the men held his back. Almost as if on queue Gato's screams began to change. From the low shrieks of a man in agony to what quickly became that of a dog in pain. Yelps and whines instead of words and curses. His body shifted, become a bit smaller. His arms that were reaching out and trying to knock the grip the werewolf had on him shifted, elbows became from knees, hands became paws. Back legs inverted to become the back legs of a dog. And just above an anus that dripped with almost as much cum as it did blood, a long tail jutted out. Soon it was a fair sized German Shepard being fucked by the werewolf creature. A German Shepard that was flung across the room and hit a far wall. A German Shepard that ran from the old church still yelping.
The black vampire and the white werewolf soon became to change themselves. As the flames went down they became human again. Well as close to human was they would ever get. The vampire a large black bodybuilder, every muscle heavy and round. Not a hair anywhere to be seen on this form. The white werewolf slowly turning into a huge white blond of a bodybuilder. Maybe looking a bit older than the black man who he was now sharing a deep kiss with. He was taller than his black lover, by a good 5 inches, still leaving him over 6'5". The body covered in a carpet of white hair, topped off with a razor perfect high and tight bald fade horseshoe. The two men broke threir embrace, turned to the four men and laughed.
E) Start of the new month – Start of the new lives.
3 explained how he had come across the true underground society of nocturnal creatures whose rites and rituals Gato has stolen and perverted for his revenge. The one was an ancient werewolf god and The Knight was, in fact, a knight turned vampire who rose to rule his people. There were more clans, more creatures like themselves who appeared human by day but something different by night. Always had been, always would be.
When 3 was captured he explained who he was, how he got to be that way and more of all, who had done it to him. When The One was not happy to find that someone was using the ways of the wolf without his knowledge. The revenge he'd taken on Gato was payment for the blasphemy he'd placed on the four men.
For all his knowledge and all his understanding of the sin that had been done against them,. The One was not able to bring the men back to who they were. Not even on a daily basis till the full moon like more in his true pack. But he did offer to take them in. Both he and his lover, The Knight could always use men for security and protection.
Those were the jobs that Sarge and 3 took. Sarge mainly because he had nothing else he could do. 3 because he could think of nothing else he would have wanted to do.
After several weeks, using 3's ex-con knowledge and some tricks others in their same predicaments had learned over the years, Sunny and Buddy were able to get the money that Pete and Milton had in their bank. It wasn't much but it would be enough to start over in California where two more gay bodybuilders wouldn't be noticed that much. 3 also came up with background and ID for the two so they would not have any trouble. The two men had become very close in their month together. Buddy finding that Pete's skills at a teacher coming in handy in showing Sunny how to live in the real world. Sunny having someone to love not just be forced into devotion as he was with Gato.
But Sunny wasn't able to leave his connection to Gato completely behind. It took Sunny and Buddy several days but they were eventually able to find the German Shepard that Gato turned into. And from what they could tell, Gato, or at least Gus was still in complete control inside the dog's head. They remembered though what happened to the two professors. Changed from men to dogs to hunky surf boys, twice cursed. So when the change back happened, they transmuted into grotesque freaks not able to live in anything but agony. And now they had a German Shepard who had been a Latino bodybuilder but originally an average human. The same thing would happen to Gato if any attempt was made to revert him back to either of his human personas. He would have to stay a dog.
With Sunny coming into his own a streak of stubbornness started coming out. So the new couple argued quite a bit about what to do with Gato on their drive out to California. Sunny of course wanted to take their doggy with them, but buddy insisted that they board the animal till they were set.
Eventually Sunny agreed. He also agreed to wait in the car while Buddy took Gato into the ASPCA to drop him off. Buddy had convinced Sunny that they boarded animals here, although he had not intention of doing that.
"Yea, we're sorry to leave old Gus Gus here, but we can't take him with us to LA. You'll hold on to him for how long?" Buddy said filling in the forms.
"Two weeks. You know, if he'd not adopted in that time… we're going to have to put him to sleep. There are other pet agencies that will let…"
"Don't have time really. And you're going to cut his nuts off right away, right?" Buddy said loud enough so that Gato could hear him.
"Well…. we call it neutering but yes, it's standard to do that first thing as we check his health. It's also $50 extra for that." The woman said taking the struggling dog into the back.
"No matter what the term, long past the time it should have been done. Those low hangers got him into SO much trouble. And they are happier once they're gone right. Cuts down on the aggression? More than worth it. That looks like we're done. Bye bye Gus Gus. Be a good doggy now." the large black bodybuilder called from his side of the counter. From the back room a howl started that would not end for hours.
"Sunny, guess what? They know that dog. It's not Gato." Buddy said starting the car and praying that Sunny was still innocent to buy to stream of lies he was about to give out. It would just be better for them this way.
"What?" Sunny said kind of shocked. "But he… and the way he answered… it just looked…."
"Yea he had some type of code or marking they'd seen before. Called it up in their system and he's a stray they get in all the time. So we won't have to send for him when we get out to California."
"But what about the real Gato? He's still out there." He blond said looking out the window as if he might catch site of the dog he was thinking about.
"Sweetie, I think it's best that we just leave it as it. We did our best. Gato's a smart guy. Not as smart as he thought or he wouldn't be where he is now. How about you and I putting all that behind us and getting on with the rest of our lives? That sound like a better idea?"
The idea was an obvious winner with Sunny. A quick kiss showed that he agreed with his buddy and they were off. No longer worried about the curse of the full moon, but devoting their lives to the hot sun and sandy beaches.
END