Chapter 4: Climax
Sam, Max, and Elise were dragged deep into the complex beneath the Culinary school by the Amazonians that captured them. Sam, slightly disgusted with herself, couldn't help but notice the beautifully plump and firm asses of the women who guided them through the facility.
They were dressed in tight, form-fitting outfits that left little to the imagination, their curves accentuated by the snug fabric. Their hair was long and lustrous, their skin smooth and flawless, and their eyes sparkled with a fierce intelligence. They were, in a word, stunning.
She was a bit envious.
And a bit turned on.
Max, on the other hand, was too focused on their predicament to appreciate the view. He was trying to take in every detail of their surroundings, looking for any clue that might help them escape. The facility was a labyrinth of corridors and rooms, each one more bizarre than the last. They passed through a room filled with massive, bloated animals, their bodies suspended in some kind of stasis field.
He worried about his own bloated bigfoot belly, which he felt bounce pleasantly with each step. He'd enjoy it, if it wasn't for the current situation.
They were led into a large, circular room, which was filled with a forest scene of trees and a river running through it. Tame deer, all bucks, all massively swollen, meandered around. In the center of the room was a clearing, around which sat several women, all dressed in similar outfits to their captors. At the head of the table sat a woman Max recognized immediately - Mayor Thornton.
Her stout frame was draped in a rich, velvet robe, her hair pulled back into a tight bun. Her eyes, sharp and piercing, locked onto Max as he entered the room. She didn't look pleased.
"Ah, the new arrivals," she said, her voice like thunder. "I've been expecting you, Max. And Sam, of course. And Elsie, always a pleasure to see you."
Elsie nodded, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "Mayor Thornton," she said, her voice steady. "We meet again."
Max stepped forward, his eyes scanning the room. "What is this place?" he asked, his voice firm.
"What is this place, and what do you want with us?"
Mayor Thornton's lips curled into a sneer. "This is the heart of Roundstag, Max. The place where our secrets are kept, and our future is forged."
Sam stepped forward, her voice sweet and innocent. "Secrets? What secrets, Mayor Thornton?"
The mayor's eyes narrowed as she looked at Sam. "You know very well what secrets, girl. The secrets of our town, of our men. The secrets of our power."
Max's brow furrowed as he tried to make sense of the mayor's words. "Power? What do you mean?"
Mayor Thornton's eyes gleamed with a dark intensity.
"Roundstag is not just a town, Max. It's a prototype."
Ronda said, her voice filled with pride. "A new product from Ag Science. It's a weight gain agent, designed to make men... bigger. Stronger. More... appetizing."
Max's eyes widened in shock. "Appetizing?
Ronda chuckled, a low, sultry sound. "Exactly what I said, Max. We have a... unique appetite in Roundstag. And your kind, the big, hairy, bloated men, they're our favorite delicacy."
Max's stomach churned at the thought, but Ronda just laughed. "Don't look so horrified, Max. You and all the other men here aren't gonna be eaten. Least, not in a non sexual way. I'm just saying that it's time that Men in America read the room. We don't want scrawny, limp men. We want sasquatches. Big, hairy, strong wild men. C'mon, man, you couldn't have not noticed the dramatic uptick in the sale of monster erotica." She chuckled, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "The demand for hairy, fat, and muscular men has skyrocketed. And Roundstag is at the forefront of that trend."
Max shook his head, trying to process what he was hearing. "But why? Why would anyone want to be... like that?"
Ronda leaned in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Because it's hot, Max. Because it's sexy. Because it's a fucking turn-on. Look at you, for instance. You're a handsome man, but you're not exactly... imposing. But with a little help from our friends at Ag Science, you could be a fucking beast. like your turning into."
"That's nuts, women aren't-"
"There you go, typical man, always assuming they know what the ladies want. Max, did you ask Sam if she'd prefer you the way you were verses the big bellied bigfoot you're becoming?" Ronda snapped.
"You think you know what women want, Max? You think we all want some scrawny, weakling man? News flash, buddy, most of us don't. We want men who are strong, confident, and yes, even a little intimidating. We want men who can make us feel small, protected, and desired. And let's face it, a big, hairy, bloated man is just more... satisfying in every way."
She leaned back in her chair, her eyes locked onto Max's. "You think I'm the only one who feels this way? You think the other women in Roundstag don't feel the same?"
"That's insane, that's not what most women want, right Sam?" Max asked.
The pause that followed forced Max to look at Sam, she had a pained look on her face, she looked away from Max.
"She's right, Max." Sam said quietly.
"You're... changing. And I have to admit, it's... exciting. You're becoming something... more. Something powerful. Something... primal. between the old you and this thing you've become, it's no contest. You are better as a beast."
Max stared at Sam, shock and betrayal written across his face. "You can't be serious, Sam. This is... this is crazy. These women, they're talking about turning us into... into beasts. For their pleasure."
Sam's eyes flashed with anger. "And what's so wrong with that, Max? Why is it so hard to believe that women might want something... different? Something... wild?"
Max shook his head, at a loss for words.
He looked around the room, taking in the sight of the bloated deer, the lush forest, and the women who sat around the table, their eyes gleaming with a fierce intensity. He felt a chill run down his spine as he realized the full extent of what was happening in Roundstag.
"Listen to me, Max," Mayor Thornton said, her voice firm. "Roundstag is a test case. A prototype for a new future. A future where men are strong, powerful, and desirable. A future where women can indulge in their deepest, darkest fantasies."
Max scoffed. "And what about our fantasies? Our desires? What about our consent?"
Mayor Thornton's eyes narrowed.
"Men don't need to consent. Everyone acts like Men's opinions in the subject of sex matters, it doesn't and we need to drop that notion. it's insulting." Mayor Thornton's voice was like ice.
A number of the women guarding the group turned to the mayor in shock.
"But Mayor Thornton," one of them said, her voice trembling, "we can't just... impose our desires on them. That's not right."
Mayor Thornton's eyes narrowed as she looked at the woman. "And why not? Men have been imposing their desires on us for centuries. It's time we took back control."
"So, It was wrong then, and it's wrong now, who's doing the terrible thing doesn't change the fact that it's A TERRIBLE THING TO DO!" Max bellowed, felling his body becoming more and more sasquatch like as he sat in the room.
"So, this is all about power. About control." Sam murmered.
Mayor Thornton smiled, a cold, calculating smile. "Exactly, Sam. And Max going to help us achieve that."
Max shook his head, his voice firm. "No. I won't be a part of this. I won't be a..."
"Enough. Dr. Remer!" the mayor called out.
"Dr. Remer, please join us."
A tall, thin man with a stern expression entered the room. His eyes scanned the group, lingering on Max for a moment before moving on. He didn't quiet look like a mad scientist, he looked more like part of the morning joggers. He wore a white shirt, running shoes, running shorts, round glasses and short, messy hair. He carried a small, leather-bound case in his hand.
"Dr. Remer," Mayor Thornton said, her voice like ice. "This is Max, one of our new arrivals. He seems to have some... misconceptions about our town and its purpose."
"Well, I mean 5 years of trekking through Minnesota and the Pacific Northwest to find enough Sasquatch DNA to turn into a mutagenic retrovirus is quiet a bit of effort to be blown off as insane and worthless research. Is that what you think this is, Max. A waste of time?"
Dr. Remer's voice was calm, measured, as if he were discussing the weather rather than the most controversial topic of the century. "I assure you, Max, our work here is anything but insane or worthless. In fact, it's quite the opposite. It's the future of America."
Mayor Thornton's voice was like a whipcrack, sharp and unyielding. "A future where men are no longer the dominant force. Where women take control. Where we can indulge in our deepest, darkest fantasies without fear of judgment or consequence."
Max's heart pounded in his chest as he tried to process what he was hearing. He looked at Sam, but her eyes were fixed on the mayor, a look of almost reverent awe on her face. He felt a chill run down his spine as he realized that Sam was not on his side. Not anymore.
"Sam?" he whispered, his voice barely audible.
She didn't look at him.
But what came next Started Max.
"Excuse me? What?" Dr. Remer spoke.
"What?" Mayor Thorton replied.
"What the hell did you just say? What the hell have you been using my breakthrough for?" Dr. Remer asked, growing angry.
"Oh, c'mon, Egghead-"
"No, No. I didn't develop this scientific marvel for you to use it as some cudgel in the fucking gender war!" Dr. Remer's voice shook with anger. "This was meant to help people, to make men stronger, better! Not to turn men into... into beasts for your control!"
Mayor Thornton's eyes flashed with fury. "How dare you speak to me like that, you ungrateful little worm! I made you, I gave you this town, this research facility, everything! And this is how you repay me?"
Dr. Remer's jaw clenched, but he held his ground. "I won't be a part of this, Mayor. I won't let you use my work to hurt people." Dr. Remer's voice was steady, his eyes locked onto Mayor Thornton's.
The mayor's face turned a shade of red Max had never seen before. Her hands trembled with rage as she pointed a finger at the doctor. "You will do as I say, Hank. You will continue your work, and you will help us turn Max here into the beast we need him to be."
Dr. Remer shook his head. "I won't. And you can't make me."
"Oh, can't I? You think you have a choice in this, Dr. Remer? Ronda!" the mayor cried.
Ronda, as if rehearsed, grabbed the case on the table, and opened it. Inside was Three syringes filled with the serum. Dr. Remer attempted to flee, but he was caught by the Amazonian Guard.
Ronda, with a wicked grin, grabbed one of the syringes and injected it into Remer's neck. He struggled for a moment, then went limp, his eyes glazing over.
"Now, Dr. Remer will Join you Max." The mayor said with a chuckle. she fixed her gaze on Dr. Remer. He regained his sense, as the area around where he was injected started to darken. He started his transformation.
His body began to swell, his muscles growing larger and more defined. His skin darkened, and a thick layer of alabaster white hair began to sprout across his body. His cock, already hard, grew even larger, the veins pulsing with blood. He could feel his senses heightening, his vision sharpening, his hearing becoming more acute. He could smell the sweet scent of the women around him, their arousal filling the air.
But, his most obvious change, was his swelling gut.
"I feel funny!" Dr. Remer cried, his shirt starting to rip.
"What the fuck is happening to me?" he gasped, his voice already deeper, more guttural.
Mayor Thornton chuckled, her eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure. "That, Dr. Remer, is the power of your own creation. The serum is mutating your DNA, turning you into the beast you secretly wanted to be."
Max watched in horror as Dr. Remer's transformation continued. His body swelled, his muscles bulging, his skin darkening to a deep, ruddy hue. His hair grew thicker, longer, until it covered every inch of his body, a wild, matted mane that reached down to his waist.
His stomach began to distend, a slow and steady expansion that was both visible and palpable. The once taut fabric of his shirt strained against the growing bulge, the buttons pulling taut as if they might pop off at any moment. The sensation was not one of discomfort, but rather a strange, almost surreal feeling of fullness that seemed to radiate outward, as if his very core was being filled with some unseen substance. The change was not immediate, but rather a gradual, almost imperceptible shift that seemed to happen over the course of several minutes. It was as if his body was slowly transforming, the once flat plane of his abdomen now rounding out into a gentle, almost spherical curve.
"Oh, fuck," he groaned, his voice already deeper, more guttural. "What the hell is happening to me?"
Sam watched in awe as Dr. Remer's transformation continued. One of the Amazonian guards, a particularly wide hipped and deep chested young lady, moved towards him . She grabbed his now oversized cock, stroking it gently. Remer, despite the strange and terrifying situation, felt a surge of lust. His cock throbbed in her hand, growing even larger.
"Fuck," he groaned, his voice now a deep, guttural growl. "What are you doing?"
The guard looked up at him, her eyes filled with a primal hunger. "What does it look like, big boy?" she said, her voice a low purr. "I'm going to make you feel good."
She dropped to her knees, her hands still stroking his cock.
She looked up at him, her eyes filled with a hunger that was almost feral. "You're going to fuck my face, big boy," she said, her voice a low growl. "You're going to fuck my face until you come down my throat."
Dr. Remer groaned, his cock throbbing in her hands. He could feel the lust coursing through his veins, his body aching with a need he had never felt before. He looked down at the woman kneeling before him, her eyes locked onto his cock, her tongue darting out to lick her lips.
"Fuck," he groaned, his hands tangling in her hair. He could only see her massive ass over the swell of his hairy gut.
She was on her hands and knees, her ass high in the air, her pussy glistening with wetness. He could see her juices dripping down her thighs, the sight of it making his cock throb with need. He reached out, his hand gripping her hip, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. She moaned, her body arching back into his touch.
"Fuck, you're so wet," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "You want this, don't you? You want me to fuck you like a beast."
She moaned in response, her body writhing beneath his touch. "Yes," she gasped. "Yes, please.