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The Tribal Amulet 5-7
by Anonymous
V: The ravagingKappa sprints towards you, his massive torso heaving animalistically with each stride. As he reaches out with his boulder-sized arms and tears into the ground with his massive legs, you can hardly react before he grabs you by the ribs and smashes you to the ground with the force of a 16-wheeler.
Bam. Both of you fly back several feet and land with a clinking together of your golden crotch chains.
You're on the ground with the wind knocked out of you. You can hardly breathe. Kappa's sitting on top of you now, your back covered in mud. He licks his lips and gives a predatory gaze as you try to gather your senses. As his 380 lb frame threatens to break your ribs, thoughts race through your dizzy head. Is there any way to escape this brute's grasp? And why do you feel a stirring within your cock?
Your inward thoughts are broken by something cold on your face. Mud, first diagonally down your forehead and cheek, then from your chin to the same cheek, then down all the way to your collarbone. A "K". You don't know it, but Kappa's recalling a faint shadow of his former life as Sergeant Tyler Jackson, and the protocol to label all his possessions "JACKSON T." But with all the time he's spent captive to these lilliputian –fey-men, the ability to write is as gone from his head as Jackson's black hair and grey eyes. The "K" is actually backwards.
"I'm taking that ass now, boy. Sit still!" he snarls. You gulp.
"Wait," you hear. "Fucking share, dude!"
It's Jesse, now enslaved/worshied by his tribe as Kanafi, the first of the two twins to come to this island. He had stood completely still as a statue while his twin brother got fucked, and now he has a raging purple hard-on, leaking pearly pre-cum down his leg and across the ground. There are golden sprouts that have come up along his path.
"Back off, boy" Kappa grunts.
"My dudes only needed to milk me three times today for their rituals, and that barely took the edge off! I'm horny as fuck, so let me and my bro in on this meat for now. Kaps, be a pal."
This is the first show of personality you see from any of these supermen. Though the powerful magic has erased and simplified much of his now hazy mind, the testosterone coursing through Jesse's veins still sharpens him for this moment of frat-boy aggression.
Kappa looks at you. Though he's still hungry for more, he enjoyed finishing off and dominating Dale when he at least had some previous work done to him. He prefers real men, not weaklings. You gasp in relief as his weight leaves your body. He then laughs, pointing his massive finger towards you.
"I think he can't wait for this either" Kappa says.
What does he mean? You follow his finger down to your crotch. Standing at full attention, garlanded by those odd golden chains, is your dick. You gasp and feel your face flush. How can it possibly do that at a time like this? Imprisoned by these freaks? You're not even gay! Fear can give you an erection, right? You don't realize that the leaf-shaped amulet started morphing your mind the minute you put it on last night, and even now whispers irresistible commands to your mind and body.
Suddenly Jesse spreads your muddy legs and looks at them with a cocky smirk. Another set of hands- his brother's- grab your arms. You're suddenly lifted up by all your limbs and carried effortlessly by the twins.
"NO! STOP LET ME GO, YOU FAGS! LET ME GO!" you shout and struggle, but those fucking muscleheads got an unbreakable grip on you.
Now that Dale has fully turned into Zawa, he doesn't look that different from the hulking Kanafi/Jesse. Though both of them are now Adonises with cleft chins and jaws that look carved from stone, their boyish eyes and flawless skin betray their youth. They set you on the black stone slab that you woke up on, Kappa standing by and stroking his 12-incher with a bored, empty look on his face.
*
Jesse grabs your ass while still holding onto one of your legs. He gathers some of the mud that stuck on you and directs it towards your hole. He shoves in a mud-covered finger. Lightning courses through your body and your dick strains even harder. What the fuck is this? You panic. Your heart pumping, you try to kick him in the chest as he's about to stick a second finger. Your foot gets stopped by solid muscle as he nonchallantly sticks a second finger in you, another explosion rushing through you.
"FUUUUUUCK!" you scream. "CAN'T.... DO THIS.... TO ME!"
Jesse chuckles. "You really think you can escape me? How cute. You're nothing. But all that will change, don't you worry". He looks past your head, and says "Bro, shut him up, would you?"
Suddenly Dale straddles your head on the stone with his knees, and kisses the amulet on your chest. To your horror, you suddenly feel compelled to completely swallow his cock. It overwhelms you as you force it past your lips; you gag on the heft and the inescapable musk. All you can see now is his tight ass as he violates your mouth. Your lips bump against his crotch chains. With each thrust, it gets deeper and deeper as something somehow loosens your throat. You try to scream. You feel a bite on your inner thigh. You look back at Jesse, who now has both your legs again.
"Hey, that's really considerate of you to hum while servicing my bro, but I have my needs too you know. I guess you don't wanna take it slow, now do ya?"
With his two bulging arms now completely gripping both of your ankles, he pierces you with one powerful thrust propelled his massive glutes. You scream a muffled cry and clench. Jolts of electricity course through you once again. You feel unbearable pain, and even worse, to your horror, you're starting to feel pleasure. You actually want more. Some part of yourself gives in, though you feel like only a witness to the agent that does so. The voice that was barely a whisper in your head last night has been growing louder and louder by the hour, and now booms commands that your body cannot refuse... doesn't want to refuse. The amulet burns warmer against your chest.
You furiously suck at Dale's 9 inch monster, desperate to finally consume the seed that this ritual is designed to give you. You don't know how you even know how to suck like that, but you don't care. You need Dale's cum in you. You need it to complete you, to take yourself to the next step in your pleasure and in your metamorphosis. You feel Dale start to buckle but it doesn't happen fast enough for you, you need it, and you need it
NOW
VI: The seed
Dale erupts with a roar. You feel the stone slab shudder along with his hulking body as wave after wave pumps into your mouth. You gag and cough as it's too much for you to swallow. Your mouth quickly overflows and the cum dribbles all over your cheeks and ears and down your mud-lined neck. It's hard to catch your breath as even still Dale's dick just pumps out more. It's sweet as coconut milk, salty as the seas around you. As radiant as a thousand suns. You can't get enough. You gulp as much of it down as you can, but you can't get enough. You feel the heat of a tropical mid-day sun gathering within your stomach, radiating towards every crevice of your rib cage. The heat travels to your groin and settles in your balls before reaching out to all your extremities and traveling up to your chest, then to your neck and your head, making your face flush.
Your thoughts are blasted away by a powerful rush as some haze overtakes your senses. You can only hear your heartbeat as it quickens, seemingly trying to sync with some primal drumbeat carried by the heat inside you. Suddenly you're aware of your body's muscles as they burn and ache and flex involuntarily against Zawa's and Kanafi's restraining holds. You can barely see the rest of your body as Dale's still crouched over your face with his cock in your mouth, his flow now down to a mere (yet still forceful) sputter, but you somehow know that something's changed about your body as your muscles strain and pull.
Dale finally pulls out, and he leaps off the platform. He pins you down again by the shoulders. The sun momentarily blinds you. The compliance command which he had activated by kissing your amulet has been spent and you're suddenly aware of your body as it's being held down on this obsidian slab by two muscle freaks, recently fucked by one of them and currently getting fucked by another, his powerful thrusts sending surges of electricity through your spine. You feel horrified by your absolute lack of control in this situation. You look down at your own body, covered in magically-implanted black studs in your legs and arms and navel and ears. But wait, this can't be your body! You've always been "slim," but hardly fit, with a softness all about you that you resented your desk job for giving you. But now you can make out each muscle as they've taken on some toning, as if you were a swimmer in peak condition! What the fuck!
You take deep breaths and try to force your breathing to become normal again even though your chest and lungs ache. You start to wonder what the fuck did these freaks do to your mind and your body you when you realize Jesse's thrusts are quickening and he too starts to roar. This time, you orgasm as well, bellowing some primal bellow that you never knew was inside you. Your cock shoots a bit, splattering your nascent abs.
Inside yourself you feel his cock pulse as it pumps wave after wave of semen, which a voice tells you to accept into your system. You fight it, even as you feel the radiation travel deep inside of you, even as you feel the power travel throughout your entire body. Your skin and veins feel taut, pumped. This time, you see your body as it grows, and you lose control of your breathing and feel your heaving chest grow heavier and more powerful with every breath. Just the stretching of your skin itself almost makes your lose yourself in pure bliss. But you clench your now powerfully built neck, as if trying to stop the force from getting at your mind. But Dale's stream is steady, and his cum's effect on you only builds. You give yourself over to the magic, and let its tide wash over you.
VII: Becoming the fountain
The four tribes of Lilliputian fey-men cheered as Dale and Jesse helped you off the obsidian slab. Your body felt different now, heavier and taller, yet better able to support all that weight. It had changed so much that you had to hold yourself in a way unfamiliar to you. Yet still, you weren't allowed to have a proper look at yourself in the nearby water, as Kappa still had to finish you off. The chieftain of your tribe, the Kurgtal, gave you instructions to accept Kappa's cum for the last step, addressing you as the newly formed Kurg, and not the Jason who you once were. Testosterone coursed through your body and flicked a spark in your dazed mind, prompting you to rush Kappa in a running leap, flinging yourself at him and latching around your arms around his broad shoulders, and your legs around his powerfully compact waist. Your dick collided with his cobblestone abs. He took a step back, but the momentum of your maneuver hardly budged him. He looked down at you and smirked at your challenge.
The shock of being pinned against a tree by Kappa's massive hands, with your feet a few inches off the ground, almost gave a chance for your old self to recover. Likewise, in between the waves of pleasure from his massive dick filling your hungry hole, the realization that you're getting fucked by a man made rise alarm bells and protests, though the tides of ecstasy would wipe them away, as the tide does footprints in the sand. The footprints of your old self were getting erased with each thrust.
Bruised and battered, and with so much strength depleted from this fuck fest, you stumbled over to the pool of water to get a drink. You quickly stood up when you noticed the reflection in the water.
A muscled stud stared back at you from the water. This couldn't possibly be you. 6'3" and easily 260 pounds, the reflection had your face— or at least, an oddly familiar, hyper-masculine, classical Greek sculptural imitation of your face, with a square jaw and deep-set eyes. Your hair, drenched in sweat, is matted against your brow, and your natural black hair seems to be a dye job as shimmering golden roots have somehow appeared underneath. Your skin, also drenched in sweat, is now darker than you remember it, taut against your swollen physique. Your traps bulge out against your neck, and your delts, biceps and triceps seem like thick loaves of bread placed in a tight arrangement. Veins run in high relief against your swollen forearms. Your pecs now form a deep valley, and the leaf-shaped amulet that got you into this mess in the first place sits high the sculpted peaks. Your lats and powerfully-abbed chest somehow carry all this weight perfectly erect for this inspection. You see your powerful legs for a moment before your eyes are drawn to your cock. No fucking way is that yours. Pulsating and leaking pre-cum, this thick, 8-inch monster is somehow attached to YOUR body, gently caressed by golden chains entrapping your now lacrosse ball-sized balls.
You look down at your feet to see strange sprouts of some strange gold-leafed plant emerge from the pool of pre-cum. You look back at where Kappa had stood waiting for his turn, jacking off onto the ground and see the pool of cum sparkling in the sun, but pierced by several strange growths of golden plants wielding pinkish, bulb-shaped flowers. You suddenly wonder what the tribes of little men had to gain from all this.
"Beautiful, beautiful work on our new fountain-idol," says the chief of Kurgtal to the other chiefs, fondling their balls in thanks.
"Tribe of Zahk, tribe of Kanafoo, and tribe of Kappakai! Thank you for your help, as our newly split-off tribe now has its own spring of life! Rejoice, as our Kurg can now provide us with food-flowers, spell-flowers, and birthing-flowers, for many days to come! Hopefully, now, we can please the human witch doctor who has given consciousness to us island spirits of virility with many fountain offerings too! And may that man thusly satisfied, bring our people many more fountains for us to milk! KALUWE'E!!!"
"KALUWE'E!!!" the tribes cheer.
"But wait!" one voice cries out.
"Look at his eyes! They're still brown!" You hear muttering as the little men look up at your eyes, though a few look hungrily at your body.
"Curious. His body has taken on the muscle, yet his skin, eyes, and hair are incomplete" a chief observes.
"We must remember that we ourselves have not yet given our own seed to Kurg; the receptacles we have installed remain untouched," someone replies, referring to the black studs all over your body.
"I am certain that in this final step of claiming him, the process of changing him will complete."
"Well then, what are we waiting for?" someone calls out.
It doesn't take long for them to descend upon you. Or rather, ascend upon you. They climb all over your built physique as a voice from the amulet tells you to stand still. Pretty soon feel their miniature yet still muscular bodies thrust into the black studs, all along your arms, your legs, your back, on your navel, and even in your ears. You feel the sensation of their dicks amplified, blasting at you from all directions with an overwhelming assault of bliss, letting you feel orgasm from every aspect of your body. Your knees want to buckle but you obediently stand tall and still. Eventually the last one to finish climbs off your body, taking a leap from the golden chains of your crotch. You're still cumming into a ditch that one of them has built. It takes you six minutes to stop. You now know your home.
Days turn into weeks and weeks turned into months as you cum upon command from the Kurgtals, sometimes by a command word, sometimes by jacking off, and sometimes by being swarmed by their little bodies and getting the living daylights fucked out of you. Sometimes the virility island spirits gather together and you're allowed to fuck the other transformed men, and twice you've been called upon to transform new captives. Barely any thought occurs behind those empty, cyan eyes of yours framed by a golden mane, other than thoughts of sex, of masculine wrestling contests and muscle displays with the other fountain-idols, and of serving your tribe and the unseen Master Witch Doctor. Unbeknownst to you, you have already met the Master Witch Doctor once, and he will one day come to your tribe and demand of them what is his.