In His Tent

Trevor's head was killing him. What had happened last night? He didn't remember drinking or anything more beyond smoking his usual amount of pot. Any memory of the strange orb or the worm had left his mind. On top of that, despite apparently sleeping a top his sleeping bag, his whole body was hot and prickly. He reached out for the water bottle he kept in his tent, grabbing it and holding it up to his mouth, before he realized he was absolutely crushing the thing. Trevor scratched his head. He must have misjudged his strength. His power.

Trevor blinked a few times like he had heard something. Realizing people were out and about outside his tent in the campsite, he groaned, and pulled himself out of the small shelter. People were milling about and doing various camp chores. The group had been planning on staying out for at least a week, and that involved mostly gathering more firewood, filtering water, and sending someone back to town to get food. Trevor's best friend Scott, a tall skinny man with wispy facial hair, was talking to his girlfriend, Tiffany, a cute blonde with an athletic build, tight ass, and small but perky breasts. He doesn't deserve her.

Trevor shook his head again, it was killing him. Another girl on the trip, Amanda, took notice of him getting out of his tent and ran over. "Trevor! Are you ok? You look awful."

Trevor shook his head and groaned saying "I feel like shit." It was coarser than his usual, more laidback responses, but Trevor was in a shitty mood. Amanda, a tall and leggy brunette with larger tits but a smaller ass than Tiffany ran her hand over Trevor's head. A look of concern grew on her face, an odd reaction for Amanda, who normally ignored Trevor in the friend group in favor of their more athletic and musclebound friend Jack. Jack and the rest of the camping party were no where to be seen, presumably having gone hiking to a nearby lake.

Amanda looked at Scott and Tiff, and said "He's burning up. We need to get him back to town. Trevor, can you walk?"

Of course I can walk you insolent bitch. Trevor stopped the intrusive thought just before it escaped his lips. Catching himself, he said "Yeah... should be able to. Don't... feel weak, just... bad headache."

Scott said "I can help you back if you want."

"No!" Trevor shocked himself at how much he disagreed with the helpful proposal. "I mean... sorry head's got me in a pissy mood. I'm fine... ish. I can walk back with whomever is doing the shopping."

Amanda, Tiffany, and Scott frowned at him for the initial outburst, though Amanda's face quickly changed tune when Trevor mentioned walking back with the shopper. "Good timing for this then," said Amanda, "I was just about to leave. Put your boots on, drink some more water, and let's go."

You don't give me orders slut. Trevor blocked the thought again. What was going on with him today? The walk back to town took an uneventful thirty minutes for Trevor and Amanda. The fresh air seemed to do Trevor some good, as he felt stronger and stronger as they hiked. His headache began to subside a bit, though he found himself locked on more and more on Amanda's assets as they hiked. He also swore it felt like his clothes were getting tighter.

Cresting the small hill on the edge of town, Trevor got a good look at Mistville. The typical image of a small New England town, it was dominated by the college's large church steeple overlooking a small cluster of dormitories, academic buildings, book stores, general stores, seafood restaurants and houses. A singular main road connected the small community to the rest of the world, snaking away through the woods, while the town's harbor sat enclosed from the greater ocean by a ring of islands. It'll all be mine. Trevor didn't seem to mind the dark thoughts flowing through his head anymore. Why shouldn't it be his.

Trevor shook his head, what was he thinking. The pair of hikers reached the edge of town, and Trevor coughed slightly and said "I can walk myself home from here Amanda if you want to do the shopping. I need to go lay down."

Amanda looked concerned for a minute, before breathing in deeply. She calmed down and said "Alright sure. I'm gonna check on you before I hike back out though. You looked absolutely awful earlier."

The duo split up and Trevor headed down towards the harbor where the large house he rented with his friends sat. Of course, Scott and the rest of them would be off in the woods for the rest of the week, so he now had it to himself. Trevor dragged himself up the stairs of the house, his headache growing stronger than ever. He reached his room. Looking at himself in his own mirror, Trevor was stunned by what he saw. He hadn't paid attention to himself so much since this morning, but he was stunned by what he saw. He had gained a non insignificant amount of muscle mass and grew at least an inch over night. His tired eyes and paler skin must have distracted his friends from noticing.

Suddenly he was wracked with another headache. Trevor fell to his knees, as thoughts began to flow through his head uninterrupted. Control, Own, Rule, Take, Enslave, Breed, Breed, BREED! Trevor ripped off his shirt as he groaned in pain. He shed his boots as quickly as he could, his feet growing at least two sizes. Finally he got to his pants. Yelling, he ripped both his camping pants and boxers off in a single motion, revealing for the first time since last his crotch. His penis was absolutely enormous. Trevor had never had a cock to sneeze at, but he had gone from a little hung to absolutely inhuman over night. His dick was now at least a foot long flacid, and almost as thick as a soda bottle.

As he stared at in wonderment, Trevor reached down and touched it. As he did the thoughts in his head grew stronger and stronger. Breed, Fuck, Break, Transform, Submit, Control, Own, Ruler, King, Breed, Breed "BREED!" Trevor yelled as he felt his balls contract and orgasm seemingly at his own thoughts of just breeding. He felt some kind of barrier break in his mind, and the headache was replaced with the most glorious feeling of pleasure he had ever endured. His body seemingly followed the mind in this breaking, as the slow changes became rapid. Trevor grew another 6 inches in height, gained another 20 lbs in muscle, and now stood as a 6'9 muscle bound adonis with a 13 inch soft cock hanging between his legs. The strangest change of course was his eyes turning into a strange milky white color. He also felt what felt like his own throat coming to life, with pleasurable but strange writhing feelings crawling up and down it. Downstairs, he heard the door to the house opening, and the voice of the landlady Sandra coming from below, talking on the phone to some friend of hers about her "unruly" tenants.