The Great Pumpkin

"NNNNGGGGggguuuhhhh!" he groaned, stumbling against the wall for support when his body unlocked. "No no no no no no," he whimpered at the sensation of the shifting, mountainous globes. Just the slight movement of falling forward sent them into a frenzy of motion. "What the fuck...what the fuck...what the fuck..." He reached around to palm each of the mammoth cheeks, his toned body going pale when he realized just how big they actually were. It was an ass that would have looked excessive on a linebacker. On Gabe's tight, thin frame it just looked freakish, a sharp contrast to his handsome, pretty boy face.

"OH FUCK!" Tony squacked, his semi-hard cock immediately shooting to full length.

Luke pried his gaze up from the jiggling mounds and locked eyes with his terrified friend so he wouldn't stare. "Does it...hurt?"

Gabe's toned, modest pecs heaved as he frantically clawed at the unwanted growth. "No...it feels fuckin' weird...but not...nnnggg...painful...mmm....just...uuuunnnnhh...odd..."

"Dude...what're you doing?"

Gabe returned Wyatt's confused look, unsure why the other men were looking at him the way they were. "Whuuunn...what? I'm not doing uuuunnnnnannything..." It was the sound of his own groan that made the bottom heavy man realize that was a lie. There was a fresh wave of horror when he discovered one of his hands had stopped pawing at his altered cheeks and had burrowed between the supple mounds, his fingers probing the insides of his tight hole. His handsome face went crimson with humiliation, but he couldn't stop. "Fuck! Guys! I caaauuugghhh....can't stop..." he moaned. "Christ this feeeeEEEEEuuuhhls g...good..." The three men watched their friend eagerly finger himself, seemingly oblivious to the lack of response from his dangling cock.

"Uh, Gabe...your...is that supposed to..." Luke nodded towards the flapping patch of boxers covering the other man's limp member.

"Oh no....oh fuck...." Gabe clutched at his oozing hose with his free hand, not feeling the slightest hint of rigidity despite being more turned on than he'd ever felt before. The jolts of pleasure shooting through him were so intense they took his breath away, but his impressive cock hung lifeless between his sturdy thighs. The other three watched Gabe's expression alternate between lust and desperation as he tugged on the useless organ, his fingers digging in ever deeper until he let out a final groan. Instead of the explosive force he was used to, a steady stream took its time oozing out of his soft hose. Pretty face or not, it was clear to everyone that Gabe's days as the ladies man of the group were over.

The sight of his friend's leaky faucet cock pushed Wyatt over the edge. Watching Tony turn into a smooth, fake-tanned muscle man was one thing, but Gabe's alterations were more than he could bear. "Nah...fuck this...I gotta get outta here..." He turned and bolted from the room without another word, forgetting the tattered remains of his jeans still pooled around his ankles. He made it into the hallway before he hit the ground hard enough to knock the breath out of him, preventing his scream when the first vine wrapped around him.

They burst through the worn, wooden floors in rapid succession, worming their way over the tall man and pinning him to the ground. His legs were already cocooned by the time he realized what was happening, and his long arms were pinned to his sides before his friends turned the corner and found him.

"Wyatt! Oh shit! Hold on, man!" Luke's determined face was the last thing he saw as the vines closed in around his head. He tried to call out, but his cries were muffled by the dense blanket of vegetation that held him in its vice grip. He couldn't so much as squirm. He could barely breathe. The vines squeezed tighter and tighter over every inch of his long frame until Wyatt felt like he was being compressed into a single point, like a collapsing star or a car at a junkyard. He was still coherent enough to be surprised that it didn't hurt. Instead of pain, there was only the constant pressure over every inch of him that grew and grew relentlessly. Just as he was starting to wonder if it would ever end, he heard his friends shouting.

"Hold on, man. We've almost got you out!"

Tony's voice sparked what remained of Wyatt's hope. He started struggling against the grasping vines, feeling them gradually start to lose their grip. His struggling turned into thrashing as the vines fell away and with a final push he forced himself upright from their grip, gasping for breath and looking up at his stunned friends.

"Oh...oh fuck..." Wyatt wheezed. "I didn't think I was getting out...of..." what little relief he'd felt at his regained freedom quickly fled. From his peripheral vision he could tell that the heaving pecs on his chest were far too large, as were the round, lumpy mounds of his shoulders. The horrified looks on the faces of his friends told him it was worse than he knew. "What...what happened..." he croaked, finally hearing the squeaky pitch to his voice.

"Dude...you're..." Tony reached down to help Wyatt to his feet, his meaty hand barely closing around the other man's thickened forearm. "Just take it...uuunnn... easy," the smooth-skinned man groaned as Wyatt staggered upright, unable to hide the shaking in his voice even through the pleasure he felt at his altered friend's touch.

"Haha...hahahahahaha....!" Wyatt started laughing hysterically when he found himself standing eye-level with Tony's smooth, prominent pecs. At 6'4" he should have towered over the other man. Tony was only 5'7" at his tallest, making his current view of the bottom of his friend's chest an impossibility. "Oh shit....this is insane..." Wyatt's shrill laughter took on a drunken tone as he stared at his stubby, widened body. He looked as if he'd been squished down, losing over a foot in height but keeping all of his mass. The remains of his t-shirt had shredded off him during the expansion, as had the legs of his boxer briefs. The waist and pouch still held, but a large tear ran down the back between the inflated, granite mounds. Instead of being long and lean, Wyatt was wide and lumpy with muscle. His defined body was gone, replaced by round, bulging pecs, a muscle gut, beefy arms, and short, meaty legs. Based on the outline in his straining briefs, even Wyatt's long, shapely cock had lost inches in length while almost doubling in width along with his heavy, enlarged balls. He couldn't see his face, but running his stubby new fingers over it he could feel a broadened forehead, a flattened nose, and an exaggeratedly square jaw.

"We HAVE to get out of here," Gabe stammered, unable to look away from the pug-faced little brute his friend had become. For some reason, all he could think about was what Wyatt's fat little fists would feel like working their way inside him. He squirmed in place, shivering as his pillowy cheeks shifted against each other and sent little bursts of pleasure through him.

"How? That thing's still fuckin' with us even though we can't see it!" Tony's rigid cock pointed directly at Wyatt's thick new pecs while his panicked eyes darted around the room.

"Then why stay? If it can get us even in here I say we bolt." Luke started to put a comforting hand on Tony's shoulder but stopped himself, remembering what happened last time. Still, he had a growing urge to touch his friend again, to hear the lustful moans and watch him writhe in his grip. For a straight guy like Luke the urge was almost as confusing as the physical changes to his friends.

"He's got a point. What do we have to lose?" Gabe looked down at the shell-shocked Wyatt and put a hand on the shrunken man's back. "You able to make a break for it?"

"Sure," Wyatt shrugged. He took a few awkward, waddling steps, his face going pale at how heavy and foreign his own body felt. "None of this is real anyway, right?" There was silence as the other three exchanged a quick, worried look.

"We'll stay close. No one get too far ahead of anyone else, alright?" Luke gave his altered friends one last nod before creeping down the hall and sticking his head out the front door. There was no sign of any creature, though the fog was thicker than ever. "Ready? Let's go..."

They trotted off at a slow pace, Luke being the only one who was unencumbered. Tony's rigid cock bounced wildly while the muscled, orange-skinned man ran, and the jiggling, pumpkin sized globes of Gabe's inflated rear thew the lean man's gait off so much he could barely manage a jog. The same went for Wyatt, who was used to loping easily across a basketball court but who could now only stomp and lumber awkwardly forward.

"Guys...do we even...know...where we are..." Wyatt panted, already out of breath.

"I can't see a damn thing through this fuckin' fo...fog," Gabe stammered back, grateful that his friends couldn't see the steady trickle oozing from his limp hose. The constant bouncing and shaking of his rear from their jog was pushing him closer to the edge.

"Same," Tony spat. "This can't be natural, right? That...thing....is doing this too."

Luke shivered, breaking out in goosebumps against the cold night air. "We just have to keep going until we...wait..." he squinted off to the right just as the fog broke, revealing the same shattered windows and crumbling front porch of the house they'd just left. "Fuck!"

"Don't tell me that's...no no no no no!" Tony stomped his foot and turned away, burying his face in his hands.

"But...we went in a straight line..." Gabe said, turning towards Tony. "We couldn't have..."

"Uh...guys....GUYS!" Wyatt pointed a beefy, shrunken arm at the pair of glowing jack o'lantern eyes approaching the doorway from inside. The pumpkin-headed creature emerged slowly, appearing to fold in half more than bend as it stepped out of the house and onto the porch.

Watching his three, altered friends seize up with fear was enough for Luke to muster the remains of his courage. The terrified young man drew himself up as tall as he could, puffing out his athletic chest and trying to sound confident. "What do you want from us?! We didn't do anything! All they did was smash a few pumpkins," he yelled, motioning to the other three. "You can't just leave them like this!" The creature on the porch stayed silent, a slight tilting of its round, glowing head the only indication that it heard anything at all. "We're sorry, okay!? Is that good enough?," Luke shrieked, his courage slipping away in the face of the creature's relentless stare. "What the fuck do you want?!"

Luke trembled as he listened to the sound of his voice echo down the deserted street. Instead of being swallowed by the fog, his voice seemed to amplify, ringing back over and over again like a skipping record. It warped and twisted a bit more each time, dropping words until all that remained was a wet, garbled "fuck...want...fuck...want...fuck...want...fuck...want..." pounding through his head. He didn't know anymore if he was actually hearing it with his ears or if the words were forming directly in his brain. The shaggy headed young jock stumbled backwards and turned toward his friends, desperate to escape the creature's smoldering gaze.

He felt like he'd been punched in the gut as soon as he saw the other three. They were standing there watching him with expectant faces, apparently not hearing the thunderous phrase stampeding through his skull. Their altered bodies hadn't changed from their current states, but his perception of them certainly had. He gasped, watching trails of fog stream into his mouth and nostrils as he inhaled sharply. It seemed to go on forever, his lungs a vacuum that was intent on sucking up all the swirling mist. Instead of in his torso, he could feel the fog settling in his head, driving out all other thoughts until the most he could manage on his own was a stuttering "want...fuck..."

And want he did. One look at Tony's firm rod and Luke's own cock went painfully hard, a damp spot already forming on the front of his jeans, while the sight of Gabe's impossible cheeks and Wyatt's lumpy muscles made his mouth water like a starving man at a buffet.

"Luke? Dude? You, uh, you okay," Wyatt asked, staring at the obvious tent in his friend's jeans.

"Luke! What's going on, man? Say something, bro." Tony took his eyes off the lanky monster on the porch only long enough to shoot a concerned look over at Gabe. Luke had literally torn off his spotted t-shirt and was clawing at his jeans, tearing them open in a frenzy as he stumbled forward. He ripped his briefs to pieces as the denim worked its way down his toned thighs, his throbbing seven inches wagging eagerly when he finally kicked his legs free.

The other three watched their handsome, chiseled friend stagger naked towards them, a crazed look in his eye. The sight of the modest, bookish young man stripping down and pumping away on his exposed cock was almost as difficult to wrap their heads around as their own changes.

"You still in there buddy?" Wyatt asked, looking up at the jock who now towered over him. "Speak to us, man."

The naked young stud had a pained expression. His brow furrowed and his lips moved without speaking, struggling to form words that would never come. Luke gave his friends a pleading look while he pumped away, knowing that something was wrong but unable to put his finger on exactly what. "Want...fuck..." he finally grunted.

A small puff of fog accompanied the crudely barked words. Tony and Gabe watched the wispy tendrils disappear into Wyatt's nose, the shrunken man's eyes going wide and glassy. There was a pause as the beefy little man's bulging pecs started rising and falling faster, his straining underwear twitching and stretching. Without a word he lunged forward and wrapped his stubby arms around Luke's trim waist, licking and sucking his way down the naked man's washboard abs.

Luke let out a loud groan as Wyatt's widened fingers kneaded his muscular cheeks and the smaller man's mouth made its way to his oozing rod. He squirmed and gasped in the powerful grip, his thick cock filling his friend's mouth to capacity. He held Wyatt's altered head in place, bucking his hips and jamming deeper and deeper into his friend's eager throat like Wyatt's new mouth was built for it.

"Guys! What the fuck?!" Gabe yelped, stepping forward to separate his friends. "Tony! Help me out here!"

Luke kept gliding in and out of Wyatt's mouth while his friends approached. A part of his addled brain was trying to warn him about something, but he couldn't get his thoughts to gel. All that managed punch through his lustful haze was a brief feeling of unease that was quickly forgotten when Wyatt's warm tongue wrapped around his aching member.

"Want...fuck...!" he spat, resisting Tony and Gabe's attempt at separating him from Wyatt's bobbing head.

Like before, a puff of fog spilled from his mouth, splitting and vanishing into his friends' stunned faces. There was another pause as Tony and Gabe stared glassy eyed at each other before erupting into an explosion of limbs. They fell on the ground in a heap, Tony howling ecstatically from the sensation of Gabe's writhing body on top of his. The lean, bottom heavy man straddled the orange-tinted bodybuilder, trying desperately to impale himself on Tony's spurting rod while his lifeless cock oozed limply on his friend's chiseled stomach.

They were oblivious to the creature watching their desperate lust from the porch, its glowing eyes flaring with satisfaction as they were swallowed by the swirling fog.

"Wan..."

"No! Don't say it!" Gabe clapped his hand over Luke's mouth before the naked man could finish. He gave his friend a stern but sympathetic smile. "We good if I move my hand?" He waited for Luke's nod a few long moments later. His friend didn't process things as fast as he used to. "Okay," Gabe sighed with relief, dropping his hand. "What's up?"

Luke nodded pitifully towards his exposed, rigid pole before giving his friend a hungry look. Gabe's upper half was clad in a thin blue t-shirt that showed off his ripped torso like always, but all the lean young man had on from the waist down was a straining, purple jockstrap. The pouch was filled to capacity by his uselessly long cock and heavy balls, while his impossibly huge cheeks were lifted by the straps in back, the bottom of the shirt resting on them like a shelf. Gabe's boxer shorts, and most pants in general, had quickly become a thing of the past. Covering his massive globes required custom tailoring, and even then it was far from comfortable.

Gabe reached over and tousled his friend's shaggy hair. "Sorry bud, you just need to wait a bit longer, okay?"

The other man's lower lip stuck out in an exaggerated pout as he folded his arms across his sculpted chest.

"I promise!" Gabe laughed. "Tony should be home with a couple guys soon...we just don't have time right now." He locked eyes with Luke and rubbed his friend's shoulder. "You understand me?" There was another pause before Luke's head bobbed up and down. "Good. I'll come get you when they're here, okay?"

Gabe sighed as he watched his disappointed friend trudge away. He'd be lying if he said he also wasn't a little disappointed. Just thinking about Luke's long rod slipping inside him made his stomach flutter. Luke's brain might be running on fumes, but he'd become a genius when it came to sex. He somehow knew exactly what drove another person wild and would eagerly use every inch of his athletic body to make it happen. Topping, bottoming, rimming, blowing; nothing was off the table. As long as it didn't involve talking or thinking, Luke would do it over, and over, and over.

The familiar stab of guilt hit Gabe with the thought. It was a mix of emotions they'd all become familiar with since Halloween. Luke's chiseled, athletic body may not have been altered like theirs, but the former bookworm's changes were by far the most drastic. He could still understand most of what was said to him, but talking was out of the question. Luke only ever said two words anymore, and when he did the consequences could be extreme if someone wasn't paying attention. It made the rest of them feel slightly better about their own horrifying changes, at least.

They still had no idea what really happened that night. Their memories of it were hazy, and despite repeated attempts, they'd never been able to find the dilapidated neighborhood with the crumbling streets and abandoned houses. Nor could they find any information about the lanky monster with the jack o'lantern head. They found plenty of myths and legends surrounding the tradition of carving pumpkins to keep evil spirits away, but nothing like what happened to them. They'd woken up the following morning back in their campus apartment, the twisted bodies from their nightmare coming with them.

Things only grew more confusing when the altered young men discovered that, to the world at large, nothing seemed out of place. Tony's permanent, fake orange tan, smooth skin, and newly defined muscles were treated just as casually as his hyper sensitive skin and sudden interest in men. It was the same for all of them. Everyone treated Wyatt like he'd always been a short ball of beef who loved having a dick in his mouth, and as far as the world was concerned, Gabe had never been anything but a limp-dicked pretty boy who loved having his twerk queen's ass eaten out. They'd never been athletes or ladies men, but always freaks and oddities.

Even Luke's dumbing down and effect on others was seen more as a parlor trick than a terrifying impossibility. Their former peers and teammates now used the dazed stud to prank each other, sending him into a locker room or rival frat house and leaving the place full of glassy eyed zombies fucking each other's brains out. The effect only lasted a few hours, but no one seemed to notice the mark it left afterwards as even the straightest of jocks suddenly found themselves a bit more interested in their fellow man from then on. Like the guys Tony was currently bringing home, it wasn't uncommon for former prank victims to seek Luke out so they could be put under his sway with each other again. For the right price, the group was happy to oblige. It was getting to the point where Luke was now being hired out for more private parties than pranks. He may not have been attending class anymore, but the handsome young stud was still a valued part of campus.