Patreon Update and Archive Sample

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Excerpt from “Hick Frat” Chapter 1

After listening to a few of Snake’s moans, Josh finally stepped forward unable to take it. “What the fuck are you doing, Brett! Come on!” He tried to grab his friend’s shoulder and pull him away, but Zed stepped between them before he could.

“Now, now, yer friend here is going to have plenty to do for a while. Besides, we still have the matter of the rest of the curse to sort out for all of you greenhorns here.” Zed said, and pushed Josh back with his belly, “Ya got spunk though, I like that in a man.” He said, and grabbed Josh’s crotch in his hand, gripping Josh’s balls through his jeans, the same green glow from earlier encassed Josh’s groin. When he took his hand away, a massive bulge had appeared there. Josh tried to move away, tried to speak, do something, anything, but he was rooted and frozen in place and Zed undid his fly and hauled out his balls. His massive, grapefruit sized ball sack, pulled taut, and yet still managing to hang incredibly low.

“See what I mean?” Zed said, “Lot’s a spunk in those puppies. Bet that testosterone has affected you in all sorts of ways. I mean, just look at all of this hair!” He gripped Josh’s T’shirt and ripped it down the front, revealing Josh’s now thickly furred chest. “Nicely muscled too, I must say,” he added, feeling up Josh’s pecs and biceps, every area expanding from his touch, “but still a good gut as well. I like that it a man–show’s he knows how to eat. Pity you’re going bald so soon–what are you, thirty five?” Zed ran his hands through Josh’s hair, which pulled back into a heavily recessive horseshoe fringe, his remaining hair growing out into long, wavy locks which quickly turned tangled and greasy. Lastly, Zed swept his glowing hand along Josh’s jaw, a massive beard sprouting and extending down to his chest. “Yes, a nice biker beard, I think, but a few final details. Clothes of course, some tattoos, and…ah, a smoker, I think.” He tapped his finger on Josh’s lips, and as he pulled back, a thick cigar sprouted, and flamed, Josh immediately sucking in as much smoke as he could, his limbs free to move once again.

Looking down, Josh wasn’t sure what to take in first. His clothes had changed entirely, his jean growing ripped and faded, with a massive hole in his crotch showing off his heavy nutsack, and the fact that he had on no underwear. Over the jeans he had on black leather chaps, and his sneakers were now black biker boots. His ripped shirt had become a black leather vest, showing off all of his new body hair as well as the crude tattoos all over his chest and arms, most of them bike oriented, with plenty of Harley logos and the words “BIKER PIG” across his chest. He wanted to scream, or run or anything, but all he could do was mutter in a deep, smoked out voice, “What…what did you do to me?”

“It’s all in the curse. Didn’t anyone tell you? As a member of Eta Iota Gamma Kappa, you inherit their obligations, and that includes their debts, and it just so happens that this fraternity owes us plenty…” Zed said, his voice turning fierce and even violent, his hand again at Josh’s balls, and he felt them churn to life, a sudden need for sex filling his body, but not just any sex. Sex with men, rough, dirty, violent men. He grabbed his crotch and started massaging his sack, no longer caring what was happening, as Zed approached Tony and Tate. “What the fuck is up with you two? Did you plan this or something?” he said, “Well, since you seem so eager to copy each other, might as well make it run in the blood, don’t ya think? Yeah, a couple of chubby cub twins would be fun.”

The two had enough time to look at each other in fear before a blast of green shot out of Zed’s hand and wound its way around both of them, and both of them began to inflate, packing on the pounds around their lean stomachs and asses, their soccer jerseys riding up, showing off their lightly furred chests. Their faces grew in matching goatees, still in their same dirty blond, and their hair grew out a bit, becoming identical high and tights. A few moments later, Tony and Tate were truly indistinguishable, for all the world they were just two fat twin brothers in some poorly fitting soccer gear. Zed sent out another beam, and their clothes wiggled and shifted into cut off jean shorts and flannel shirts with the sleeves ripped off. Tony’s shirt was red, and Tate’s was blue, but other than that, they were indistinguishable, not even a single hair out of place.

When they unfroze, both of them felt immediately drawn to the large biker rubbing his swollen crotch. “You need some help down there, daddy?” Tony heard himself say, and tried to scream as he got down on his knees and started sucking on Josh’s faded jeans, lapping at the exposed sack as he did. Josh let out a groan, but knowing it was wrong, tried to push the cubs away, but Tate just moved in closer. “Don’t worry, we don’t bite hard, and we can see how much you need relief, sir.” Before Josh could protest, he plucked the cigar from his mouth and gave him a deep kiss. Josh tried to resist for another moment before giving in and shoving his tongue into the cub’s mouth and grinding his massive balls into Tony’s face.

On the edge of his vision, Josh could see that the other frat boys on the edge of the room had begun to shift as well, breaking off into pairs or triads, beards sprouting, guts growing, and clothes changing as all of their latent rednecks came out of hiding. Curse, Zed had said. He knew he should care, that he should fight back, but the cub’s mouth tasted so good, and he was so damn horny all of a sudden. His cock was leaking precum like a faucet, a dark spot already forming on the front of his jeans which Tony lapped at, making him shiver, grab the back of the boy’s head and grind him in deeper, thrusting his tongue into his brother’s mouth as he did so. Dang these boys were hot. He was going to be needing their services often, he thought, the worries fading from his mind as sex crowded them out entirely.

The other initiates just stared at the three of them in horror, Darren also looking on, his brow a bit sweaty, as if concentrating on not seeing what was going on around the room. “What…what did you do to them?” Carl managed to stammer, and Zed grinned.

“Ya’ll really have no clue, do ya? Haven’t any of ya heard about the legendary fire that occurred around campus four years ago? About all those deaths that happened in that trailer park across the street? No, I suppose you didn’t, because someone…” he paused, and moved over to Darren, putting his arm around his shoulder as he continued, “…has a rich daddy who could afford to pay the police off and shut down the investigation! It was just a bunch of hicks who died after all, who cares? Well, a couple of curses later, guess who cares now?” He said, staring at Darren, who was doing everything in his power to keep himself under control. Little by little though, he was caving. Carl saw his belly start to expand a bit, pushing up the bottom of his tight T-shirt, his face developing a five o’ clock shadow, and he started to lean in towards Zed a bit, his nose towards his hairy pit, sniffing gently.

“Every member of Eta Iota Gamma Kappa shall live a double life,” Zed continued, “their own, but also a life mirroring those filthy, faggot hicks, rednecks and trailer trash they hate so much. And further, every year, one sacrifice shall be made to Louisiana Acres as restitution for those lives lost in the blaze which this one here thought it would be funny to start, right Toilet Breath?” Zed pulled Darren in closer, his face landing in the man’s pit, and Darren groaned. He was growing shorter now, his gut expanding rapidly, while the rest of him, especially his legs and arms, lost most of their musculature. Suddenly, a wet spot appeared on the front of his shorts and a stream of urine ran down one of his legs as he pissed himself, his tongue now actively lapping at Zed’s nasty armpit, his beard growing in patchy and grey. Zed pushed him down onto his knees, pulled out his cock and started pissing on the frat president’s face, Darren groaning and drinking down as much as he could, his clothes shifting into a yellow rubber tank top with the words “TOILET” printed boldly across it, stretched tight over his massive gut, and a pair of yellow rubber shorts, with a hole allowing access to his puny cock and loose asshole. Once the flow stopped, Darren edged forward on his bony knees and started sucking on Zed’s cock, one hand rubbing the piss around his body, the other reaching around and fingering his sloppy hole. “And trust me, this fucker deserves much worse, if you ask me. But of course, there are other issues to attend to. How about you next, Mr. Intended Sacrifice?” He shoved Darren off his cock and approached the nerd.

Carl tried to back away, but still couldn’t move as Zed’s green glow enveloped his body. “Please…please, you don’t have to do this.”

“Oh, don’t worry. You might even grow to like it. Heh, grow. Sounds like a good idea to me!” Zed said, and the green intensified, as Carl felt a deep burning pain sink into his body, his muscles feeling like they were spasming and working harder than they ever had in his life. Suddenly, like popcorn, one of his biceps exploded, quadrupling in size, followed by his deltoid on the other side, then one of his pecs, the process speeding up, his entire body growing heavily muscled and huge, his spine lengthening, until he was bigger than most of the football players on the team, and nearly as tall as Darius at around 6’5” and he could almost look Zed in the eye. “Man, that face though, that is just…here, let me fix that for you.” Zed grabbed Carl’s glasses off his face and Carl felt his brow extend and his eyes shrink in. With a crack his nose broke and re-healed crooked, his hair growing out into a greasy mane of black hair with a fu-man-chu framing his mouth. “Yeah, that looks much better, tough guy.”

Carl looked down at himself as his clothes shifted, his khaki’s disappearing, revealing a filthy jockstrap bulging out from his crotch, barely containing his new, massive cock, and a muscle tank stretched across his muscular body, looking almost skin tight. A musky, heady smell hit him suddenly, and he lifted up one of his arms, smelling the awful funk under there, but it just made him horny, so he shoved his face closer and took a deep inhale, when he felt something start rubbing itself on the pouch of his jock. Looking down, Darren, now fully transformed, was sucking on the dirty jock in heaven. “Please sir, gimme some piss sir, I’m so thirsty…”

Unable to help himself, Carl started pissing into his jock, the stream running out all over himself, but also all over Darren. He was appalled for a moment, but watching the toilet down below struggle to drink down as much as he could, the pity he knew he should feel evaporated, and his mouth twisted into a sneer. When he finished pissing, Carl immediately turned around and presented his ass to Darren, who dove in and started cleaning his sweaty crack with his tongue.

“That’s the spirit,” Zed said, and stepped up to Darius and Mick. The basketball player was shaking uncontrollably, but Mick just stood defiant as Zed approached. “Now, I suppose that just leaves the two of you.”

“Well, if you’re going to make us into a bunch of white trash, then why not make this nigger my slave? That would be pretty fucking hot, don’t you think?” Mick said, Darius looking at him with horror, but Mick just grinned at him.

“Slave eh? I could see that.” Zed said, and walked over to Mick, whose clothes vanished suddenly, revealing all of the tattoos covering his body. With his finger, Zed came up and started scribbling over the images and words, starting with the swastikas on both of his pecs, erasing them and turning them into panthers crushing the symbols beneath their paws.

Mick looked down and saw the change, and glared at Zed, “What the hell is that?”

“Simple. You suggested slavery, I’m just giving you what you asked for,” Zed said, and changed the tattoos on his upper arms. One now read “Black Supremacy,” and the other “White Pig Boy.” “I mean, you do want to serve black men, right? Isn’t that the whole goal of your life?”

“You fucking sicko! No! That’s disgusting.”

Zed walked around behind Mick and wrote “Nigger Owned” across the skinhead’s back, and “Big Black Cocks Only” right above his ass. “Huh, well, these tatts certainly say otherwise. And if that’s not how you feel, how come you keep staring at your black friend’s massive cock?”

“He’s not my fucking friend–” Mick said, looked over, and saw the massive tent in Darius’ shorts, his mouth suddenly dry. It was huge–had it been that big before? He couldn’t remember, but it sure was huge now. Way bigger than his little three inch cock. He was such a weakling–he deserved to be dominated.Yeah, he needed a big black man to control him, dominate him. Fuck, that would be so hot! As thoughts of serving Darius flew through his mind, Mick’s frame began to shrink. He didn’t lose height so much as muscle, all of his body hair disappearing and his skin lightening until it was so pale it looked like he’d never even seen the sun, his eyes lightening to a brilliant blue. His shaved head started sprouting hair, becoming a thick, blond mullet, a small mustache appearing on his upper lip, which he ran his tongue over as he looked Darius up and down. Lips trembling, the redneck twink dropped to his knees, and began to beg in a high pitched, effeminate voice, “Please Sir, can I worship your big black cock? I know I’m just a worthless, whitetrash cumpig, completely inferior to my black masters, but please sir, I’m so hungry, and only a strong black man’s cum like yours could ever satisfy me. Please, please sir, please…” Mick dropped down and began licking Darius’ shoes, desperate to please the man he had thought was his mortal enemy not moments earlier.

Zed pointed down at Darius’ feet, who watched as his already big, size fifteen feet grew larger and wider, to a size twenty, his sneakers becoming mud crusted work boots before his eyes. He looked up and saw Zed contemplating what to do to him. “Please…This is so wrong on so many levels, don’t do this…” he pleaded, “I jus’ don’ think its right,” he added, but his voice had changed, taking on a deep southern twang, “Wha’ in tarnation?” he added, and Zed laughed.

“Just the first steps along the way to becoming the black bubba daddy of this white trash pigslave’s dreams,” he said, “but you’re just too young to pull the look off, I think. Let’s add some years to ya, and see if that helps.” Darius began to age rapidly, his form filling out with fat which began to sag, his hair turning grey and receding a bit at the temples. Curly grey hair sprouted up and down his arms too, which were filling out, becoming meaty and thick. A short beard coated his face which grew broader, a second chin filling in underneath, and something strange pushed out one of his cheeks–a massive wad of chewing tobacco.

Zed stepped back and admired his handiwork. Where moments earlier had stood a slender, young all-star basketball player, there was now a sixty five year old, greying, big bellied tobacco chewing, black bubba bear, dressed in overalls with one of the straps undone, showing off his grey furred chest. The black bear grinned, showing off that several of his teeth had been replaced by gold crowns, and spit a dark wad of tobacco juice right on Mick’s face. “Guess yer gonna be mah spittoon from now on, pig. Nah open up!” Mick opened wide, and Darius spit again and watched Mick to swallow the tobacco juice down as if it were a gift from the gods, then unzipped his fly and hauled out his massive, thirteen inch dick. “So, does the little white pig slave want to see if he’s worthy of taking his black master’s massive cock?”

“Oh god! Yes sir, please, fill my worthless white asshole with your glorious black spunk!”

Darius lumbered over to a nearby couch and flopped down on it, the frame cracking under his bulk, and kicked off his boots and socks, revealing his massive feet, “Then git ova here ‘n clean off daddy’s feet pig, ‘n if ya do a good job, ya can git mah big cock stuffed up yer ass if ya beg real nice like.” Mick immediately crawled over and started slobbering over his roommate’s feet with his tongue, his three inch pecker rock hard and leaking, but he knew better than to cum without a black man’s permission.