Date: Tue, 01 Sep 1998 00:47:19 -0400
From: - gryphon - <lgryphon@erols.com>
Subject: "The Minotaur Equation"

This is a sequel to my story "I Think, Therefore, I am".

WARNING:  This story is sexually explicit fiction and describes 
male to male sexual practices.  If you are underage or are offended 
by, or are hostile to this type of material then don't read it.

INVITATION:  If on the other hand you decide to read this story, 
and  have intelligent, adult, constructive (non-flaming) comments,
compliments or even complaints you may reply to: 

	lgryphon@erols.com     (Leather Gryphon)

I will reply to sincere, helpful correspondence.

Enjoy! 


   LeatherGryphon  (aka: - gryphon -)

KEYWORDS:  muscle, growth, transformation, minotaur, bull, 
animal, sex, gay, fantasy

                    The Minotaur Equation

                      by LeatherGryphon

Copyright August 1998 by LeatherGryphon.

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Chapter 1:  The Beast Awakens

I was bored.  Perhaps jaded would have been a better word.  
In any case I wasn't satisfied with my situation any more.    Not 
that my situation was anything negative.  Hell, I had one of the 
world's  two best physiques.  More money than I knew what to do 
with, and more sex than I could schedule.  Never-the-less, I was 
bored.

The secret that Lance and I kept had provided it all.  A year 
earlier Lance's telepathic sense had led him to me.  He'd tuned in 
on my rare ability to visualize mental fantasies in great detail.  This 
ability made it possible for me to control his laboratory equipment 
to generate, for both him and myself, custom tailored DNA serums 
that transformed us into muscle gods.

The experience of the transformation from a middle aged 
engineer and frustrated bodybuilder into a totally erotic more than 
prize winning muscle freak had been incredible.  In two days my 
life had changed forever.  Despite my chronological age, I was 
physically younger, more handsome of face, absolutely consumed 
by sexual urges, and had the genitals with which to satisfy them.

The experiences of the following year had also been 
absolutely incredible and unforgettable.  I'd been walking around 
with the body of a winning bodybuilder since then.  It had been 
fun.  Easy to get as much sex as I wanted.  I simply made an 
appearance in public and had men and women hanging all over me.  
Mostly men, which didn't surprise me.  Don't let anyone tell you 
that "real" men don't fantasize about having or embracing 
masculine bodies.  They're just too insecure to admit it.

It had been amusing to watch the watchers.  Most men 
simply stared.  Once in a while though one would approach me.  If 
he was alone the conversation quickly led to either immediate 
rejection or a night they would never forget.   If he was with his 
buddies he would find any excuse necessary to start a conversation 
with me, then either shy away or coyly dump his buddies.  Straight 
men were the biggest tickler for me.  I'd tip the conversation just a 
little bit toward the wild side and they'd usually leap at the 
opportunity.  I took great pride in leading an otherwise "normal" 
guy into the world of man sex.  They secretly loved it.

Once in a while I got somebody who was interested in 
something more than vanilla "huggy", "kissy", "feely" jerk-off sex 
and wanted to become really invasive.  That's when I started having 
fun.  Leather bars usually turned up someone who was interested in 
handball.  I was comfortable at either end of this activity.  The trust 
and intimacy developed between two men connected almost up to 
an elbow resonates for years.

Easily available and uninhibited sex, actually makes one 
jaded after a while.  Once I'd realized that I really was looking for 
something more I began thinking about those vials of special 
transform solutions I'd made.  During my first encounter with 
Lance and during his own transformation while he was sleeping, 
I'd secretly used his laboratory to indulge my fantasies.  
Transforming my long repressed fantasies into DNA serum I'd kept 
the resulting vials in a freezer.   They inevitably began to intrude 
more and more on my mind.  Finally unable to stand it any more I 
started looking for an opportunity to use one of them.

Having become independently wealthy from porn movies 
and personal appearances the only thing that was keeping me from 
using the vials was my public schedules.  So I purposely started 
eliminating my appearances and scheduled a year free.  When the 
time came I examined my cache of chemical fantasies and picked 
one.

My first one labeled "M" was the Minotaur.  The mental 
images of a half-man half-bull creature had been my favorite turn 
on for years.  The massive muscles and pure sex it exuded had 
always excited me as an image.  Now an opportunity had presented 
itself to me to investigate what it would feel like to actually 
become that obscene creature.

When the day came, when I had no scheduled appearances 
for well over a year. I set my answering machine to indicate that I 
was not available, and to contact my attorney for any business 
discussions.  He'd been instructed to indicate that I'd be traveling 
for a long time.

  My excitement grew as I prepared for the next 
transformation.  Already massively muscular, my unashamed 
narcissistic tendencies resulted in mirrors all over the house.  They 
would serve to reveal to me my bestial body.  Plenty of growth 
nutrients were available for the intense feeding sessions I knew I'd 
have to endure.

The injection took just a few seconds.  The anticipation was 
pure hell but sitting calmly and waiting for initial reactions was all 
I did.  Once the reaction began then, like before, pain preceded 
everything else.  I began to sweat profusely and the pain in my 
balls mounted.  After about fifteen or twenty minutes I locked 
myself into my bedroom and rejoiced in the mounting pain.  This 
time, though, something was different. I felt new types of pain.  
This transformation was going to destroy existing body tissue, such 
as my feet and face.

The pain in these areas masked the  overall pain being 
experienced by the rest of my body.  My screams were animalistic.  
I passed out.

I dreamed.  I dreamed of animal sex.  Of pure gratification.  
Huge genitals and overpowering mass gave me the assurance of 
superiority.  Nothing could  deny me.  I had my way with anyone in 
my presence.  My dreams felt so real.  At one time I actually 
thought that the process was complete and that I had been the 
Minotaur for years.  I felt unstoppable.  My dreams of huge animal 
muscles on a human frame made me a god-like creation.

Finally about 10 hours later I woke up and anxiously 
examined my body.  I wanted to see some visible proof that the 
serum worked.  Yes.  My head showed red sore bumps directly on 
the side of my head above the ears and close to the front.  These 
would develop into horns I knew.  My feet drew my attention next 
because they felt so strange.  My human feet were strangely 
distorted.  They were much shorter and the toes had started fusing 
into a clump that was pointing downward and developing into a 
hard chitenous mass.  These I knew would become my hooves.  
Hair was sprouting all down my leg from the knee down.

I was ravenously hungry.  I quickly grabbed some food 
supplement cans and downed them one after the other.  Feeling 
better now.  I could feel my body re-arranging itself.  I was 
becoming more muscular.  Much more muscular.  As a human I 
was huge already.  Becoming even larger seemed impossible, yet I 
knew it was happening.  I remember the image I had created and 
knew that my body as the fully developed Minotaur would weigh 
about 420 pounds.  That was a nearly 140 pounds more than I 
already weighed.

By mid-afternoon my cock had grown to unbelievable size.  
I must be at least fourteen inches soft but that wasn't a condition it 
stayed in very long.  I kept using the tool for my pleasure.  When 
hard it was at least as long enough to reach my knees if it could be 
forced downward.  The head of it was more than two inches in 
diameter.  nearly a 9 inches around!  I felt power like I had never 
felt before.  I was the essence of maleness.  I was also the essence 
of animal power.  I was crazy with the feelings of sexual prowess.  
My horns were now about four inches long each and very well 
formed.  They looked hot!  I loved the way they added weight to 
my head.  My neck was thickening like a bull.  The long muscles 
down the side that attached to my breast bone grew into elongated 
balloons of muscle.  Twitching and flexing every time I even 
slightly moved my head.  My neck measurement had soared.  My 
arms were now twenty six inches and still growing.  My torso 
thickened like a bull.  My waist had increased to thirty-eight inches 
but the seventy-five inch chest made it look positively wasp like.

My balls swung like oranges halfway to my knees.  They 
were incredibly productive and I was leaking cum all the time.  
When I stroked myself to ejaculation, I would get nearly a half-pint 
of thick white cream.  It took minutes of continuous ejaculation to 
get that much out.  After it stopped, I'd still continue dribbling 
cum.  My little sperm factories were running on overtime for sure.

I continued to metamorphosize into the creature I had 
imagined.  A Minotaur of classic Greek history.  A beast fit to be 
caged and used as ultimate punishment for those who offend the 
king of the region.  I was that beast.  I knew I was myself mentally 
but I was half animal physically.  My hugeness made me need to 
flex and exercise my body almost all the time.  I also needed sex.  
By god, I could feel the sex drive generated in my balls radiate 
outward through my body and demand to be expressed.  I spent the 
next 24 hours of the transformation in the underground areas of my 
remote home.  Somewhere during that period. I went berserk.  
Vague images of unbridled anger, breaking glass, crumbling walls 
and innocent furniture made it through my pain wracked mind.  
Sometime during the night I couldn't stand it anymore and ran out 
into the darkness.  My 350+ pound still growing body crashed 
through the woods. Decent sized saplings and tree limbs, fell 
victim to my wild rush.  Huge deep hoof prints were left in the soft 
earth.  Naked animal flight through the empty forest.  The moon 
gave me enough light to recognize where I was going.  I was 
heading for the caves on the cliff at the shore.  In my befuddled 
mind I believed that was the perfect place for a creature like me.

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Chapter 2:  The Labyrinth

I had no plans other than to get to the caves.  I was driven 
by the physical need to exercise and relieve the pressure of massive 
amounts of cum in my balls.  I stopped a couple of times and 
stroked my twenty inch monster cock to climax.  The shudders of 
the orgasm forced me to give away my presence with a bellow that 
must have been heard for miles.  This forest was remote but not 
isolated.  There was traffic along the coast road which was the only 
way into my property.  My estate was eight miles straight east of 
the coast, deep into the forest.

Arriving at the opening to a cave I disappeared into the 
blackness beyond the entrance.  The cave wound down through the 
cliff area and opened into large caverns in several places. There 
was no direct route through the cave, it was a relatively random 
arrangement of tunnels and caverns.  There was, however, at the 
lower levels, a tunnel that lead  to a partially obscured entrance 
about 15 feet up the cliff face on the beach.

I ran into the first cavern and stumbled into the back.  
Hunching in the dark my breath came in massive rasping gasps 
through my huge new jaws and thick bovine lips.  Breath whistled 
through my flattened nose and my huge muscular chest heaved in 
and out at least a foot each time. I felt safe finally.  I don't know 
why this place felt safe, but I relaxed for the first time since I 
realized what the transformation was really doing to me.  I sort of 
panicked when I realized that I had become really non-human. 
How was I going to continue my life.  I would stay this way forever 
unless I had some more of the transformation virus.  The only vials 
that I had left were all either half-human half-beast like this, or 
they were so obscenely, hugely, muscular and genitally endowed I 
couldn't appear in public without attracting dangerous attention.

I had indeed painted myself into a corner.  How in hell was 
I going to get out of this mess.  More importantly, how was I going 
to feed myself, and what was I going to do about this sex drive.  
Already I had to stroke myself to satisfaction again.  My bellows 
were uncontrollable, and I'm sure they resonated in the cavern and 
projected the sound out through the forest.  If I was going to do that 
again I'd have to move to the lower levels in the dark.  I cursed the 
fact that I'd come here without tools.  I actually was a naked 
animal.  My body was covered now with thin soft brown fur, just 
like I'd imagined it.  I wasn't going to freeze anytime soon, but I 
had nothing with me, no matches, no knife.  I was either going to 
have to risk returning to the estate or fend for myself here.  Starting 
from scratch like primitive man.

  I had several advantages over primitive man though.  First, 
I was highly intelligent and educated.  I knew advanced physics, 
chemistry, geology, nutrition, and botany.  Second, I was far 
stronger and more capable of defending myself than any naked 
human had ever been.  Thirdly,  I did have friends in the real 
world.  I'd have to find some way to reach them. The estate was the 
obvious choice for that so I'd have to plan a trip back there 
sometime.  Right now, however, I was relaxed enough to sit back 
in the darkness of this inner chamber I had groped my way into. I 
begin to explore my new body with my hands and huge tongue.  I 
worked myself into sexual orgasm several times feeling myself 
everywhere I could.  My hair raising bellows echoed over and over 
here in the cavern but I was sure that this far down, the noise 
wouldn't get outside.  For hours I brought myself to climax.  The 
monster cock reached easily to my cavernous mouth and I greedily 
licked, sucked, and loved it.  Finally the intense exercise that the 
run and the masturbation had given me exhausted my supply of 
energy and I fell into a deep sleep

I dreamed,  I dreamed of a colony of massive man-bulls like 
myself engaging in wild orgies of animal competition and unabated 
sex.  Every moment of existence dedicated to pleasuring our 
bodies.  Our massive bodies.  Our muscular, furred, horned, 
hoofed, and orgasmically hung, "hung like a bull", (literally) 
bodies.  Only our huge bovine shaped mouths could accommodate 
each others cocks.  We fucked and '69'd each other incessantly, 
thrusting nearly two feet of coke can sized cock deep into any 
orifice that could take it, and even some that couldn't.

I had no idea what time it was when I woke.  I kind of 
snickered, "Time", what use do I have of time.  Then reality hit me 
again.  I was hungry. This body needed lots of protein and all forms 
of nutrients to keep it functioning.  Shit, what was I going to eat?  I 
wondered again, what time is it? I knew I had to find out.  I'd 
assumed it was morning but deep in the cave I had no indication of 
real time.  It was absolutely lightless.  There was no concept of 
direction any more.  When I came in I had kept a mental picture of 
my movements, but after being unconscious I'd lost my mental 
reference.  Gotta have light.  Gotta have fire.  Somehow I'd have to 
make a fire.  Shit, what would burn in a cave?  I could almost think 
I could get a spark somehow, but what in hell would burn?  I 
stumbled around for a long time hoping I'd either find a piece of 
wood that had washed down here or find some indication of light 
from the outside.  I was getting hungrier by the minute and starting 
to get worried about the stupid way I'd gotten myself into this 
situation.

Frustration prevailed.  I gave up and sat with my huge back 
muscles resting against a boulder.  I hung my big heavy horned 
head against my massive furred pecs and actually began to sob.  
Some monster I was.  "Stupid cow, you've killed yourself." I 
thought.  Yea, it felt great actually to have a body like that but 
"Lance's warning echoed in my head "Be careful what you wish 
for...".

I don't know what possessed me but I tried to sing a song I 
knew as a kid.  I guess I was delirious.  Nothing human came out 
of my mouth.  I tried again.  I tried to say anything.  Nothing 
human came out.  Oh, God no!  I screamed in my head,  I couldn't 
talk.  I threw my head back and bellowed again and again.  Now 
even if I got out, how was I going to call Lance or anyone.  My 
dispair got deeper and I began picking up rocks and throwing them 
against the walls of the chamber.  Some of those rocks were more 
than two foot in diameter and must have weighed 400 pounds.  
Strength was getting me nowhere.  I collapsed again against a 
boulder and let myself drift off to sleep.  It seemed like that was the 
only thing that was going to take my mind off my predicament.

I dreamed,  I dreamed of my new body.  I saw myself as a 
god among men like me.  Worshipped and attended to.  My 
physical needs satisfied by any and all in my court.  The dream 
shifted.  I was alone naked with my puny original body.  Totally 
alone in an empty void.  Just me and my thoughts. I woke drenched 
in sweat and matted fur and realized I was still in the cave.  I ran 
my hands over my body and knew I was still the monster Minotaur.  
Unable to talk.  Just a massive man-bull lost deep in the bowels of 
a lightless cave.  Hunger, forced itself into my thoughts and I knew 
there was nothing here to eat.  I forced my mind to go blank.  If 
anyone could have seen me it would have been a strange sight.  An 
obscenely massive muscular man-bull sitting in as close to a 
meditative position as I could get.  Trying to achieve some level of 
peace.  I was accepting my situation and wanted at least to die like 
a human.  I promised myself I wouldn't panic and go insane.  I'd 
keep trying to find the way out and when the time came I would 
simply sit down and calmly die.  My bones would be an interesting 
find for some future spelunker.

A sound of falling rock yanked me from my meditative 
state.  I strained to listen and again I heard the unmistakable sound 
of a small cascade of rocks and pebbles off to my left and slightly 
above me  perhaps a hundred feet away.  Then like an electric 
shock I heard voices.  Someone was coming.  Almost as if my 
dream had predicted my salvation, spelunkers were exploring this 
cave, today.  I wanted to yell to them but knew that only inhuman 
sounds would result.  So close, but so far away.  How was I going 
to handle this.  If they saw me they'd be in for the shock of their 
lives and would probably run away.  I decided I'd stay out of sight 
and see how the situation developed.  Perhaps I'd think of some 
way to communicate with them.

A faint flash of light appeared then disappeared from the 
direction of the voices.  The light re-appeared.  There was enough 
light scattering around and my eyes had become so sensitive that I 
could see outlines of shapes within the cavern.  I quietly slipped 
into a crevice behind a large boulder and waited for the men to 
work their way down into the cavern.

  Two men came into my cavern.  Their powerful 
flashlights slicing through the endless darkness.  The intensity was 
so painful that I avoided looking at surfaces directly illuminated by 
the beams.  Talking to themselves and joking, they started to 
unload their packs and equipment when they reached the floor of 
the cavern.  The area picked was relatively flat and rock free.  Once 
free of their equipment, they stood talking quietly to each other for 
a while then one reached over and embraced the other.  They 
pulled closer and started kissing and feeling each other with the 
tenderness and forcefulness of experienced gay men.  They were 
getting into it and quickly disrobed each other and rubbed and 
grabbed skin wherever it became available.  Their breathing 
became heavy.  The sounds of wet licking and sucking and kissing 
was punctuated by sharp slaps of hand against skin.  Mutterings of 
sex talk began to echo in the cavern.  "Yea, fucker, you want this."  
"Oh, yea, that's it, that's what I like.  Again.  Yea, harder."

  Their passion became more wild.  Lowering themselves 
onto the flat rock they began to work into position for one to fuck 
the other.  Moans of pleasure indicated their success, "Yea, come 
on fuck me crazy.  Yea, deeper you mother fucker,  ram that horse 
dick int'a me.  You know I love it.  Keep it coming buddy.  What?  
You love your tits twisted?  All right you horny son of a bitch, try 
this.  A sharp sound came from the man on top, then again.  He 
apparently liked it because he started driving harder and muttering 
"twist 'em, pull 'em make my tits sore, oh, yea, don't be afraid of 
hurting 'em.  Yea, my tits are a direct connection to my cock.  You 
want a good fuck?  Keep workin' those tits.  Yea, man.

The two continued, unaware of my presence.  I was getting 
hot watching them.  My huge cock started to rise.  I started feeling 
myself safe in my hiding place.  I stroked myself in concert with 
their performance.  This was as hot for me as it was for them.  I 
came with yards of hot thick cum.  I tried to suppress my 
vocalizations but I must have made some noise, because suddenly 
one of them said "Fuck, what was that?".  They stopped their play 
and grabbed their flashlights, waving them in my direction.  Both 
of them started walking toward me scanning the area with their 
lights.  I knew I couldn't let them see my head or feet.  Given what 
I'd just witnessed, I figured that they would be most receptive to 
me if I showed them something they might be interested in.  I 
deliberately raised my head up into a hidden pocket in the rock 
shelf above me, sat on my knees and started stroking my monster 
cock in plain view of their flashlights.  "Holy fucking shit!"  Who 
the hell are you?"  I was asked.  I couldn't answer.  I let them know 
I had heard by stopping my action.  I exaggerated the stroking of 
my huge cock  so they could see it clearly, then started wagging it 
at them enticingly.

"I don't know who the fuck you are, but if you want to play 
with that pole I'll be glad to help." one of them said.  I continued to 
wave it at them.  One of them finally got down on his knees in 
front of me and took the head of my long hard cock in his hands 
and started licking it juicily.  The other man held the light on the 
cock and its attendant watching intently the action building down 
there.  There was no way the head of my dick was going to make 
into his mouth but he was trying valiantly.  Content finally to lick 
the head and shaft, he gave it a good washing.  The man with the 
light propped it against a rock and got down beside his buddy and 
began licking my fleshy grapefruit sized nuts.

The two continued, content to take advantage of my 
equipment without being too curious about the rest of me. Groping 
hands eventually started feeling my abs and chest.  His excitement 
grew as he realized how big I was all over.  I could sense him 
getting curious about what he was discovering.  My fur was like 
dense human hair so I don't think that was what he was checking 
out.  Rather, the immense size seemed to draw his hands.  He felt 
my bulging rock hard abs, and the massive pecs over them.  His 
fingers found their way into the deep cuts between and under the 
chest muscles.  He strained to reach up under my arm pits and 
around behind my wing like lats.  I heard him mutter "Fuck, you're 
a fuckin' horse."  

"More like a bull" I thought with a snicker.  All this time 
he'd kept his mouth on my cock greedily washing and sucking it.  I 
grunted and my cock started to jerk violently.  He lost the wild tool 
for a moment but eagerly grabbed it again and pressed his mouth 
directly over the piss hole and reamed it out with his tongue.  That 
was it,  I came directly into his mouth and he swallowed the thick 
salty nutrients as fast as he could.  It was too much for him.  He 
backed away catching his breath.  My cum continued to spew forth 
and the guy on my balls saw his opportunity. He quickly grabbed 
the juice covered tool and took the job of keeping my gism from a 
useless death on the floor of the cave.  He too took as much as he 
could and finally pulled away to breathe.  I finally finished my 
ejaculation and sat back on my heels giving a sigh of satisfaction.  
The three of us sat there breathing heavy and just enjoying the 
situation.

  "That's one  hell of a cock there friend". "Come on out'a 
there.  I wan'a see what else you've got".  I held my hand out as if 
to shake his hand.  I tried to keep my horned head out of sight till I 
could get some more positive reactions from these guys.  He finally 
got the idea and grabbed my hand in a friendly shake.  Then I 
manipulated my hand in a way similar to sign language.  I knew 
just a few signals but what I really wanted to impart was the fact 
that I was mute.  They already knew I could hear but it was 
important for me to let them know I couldn't speak.  The other guy 
spoke out "I get it you can't talk, right?"  I clasped his hand with 
both my massive hairy hands and shook it in affirmation.  Then I 
opened one palm flat up and pretended to write on it with the other.  
"Just a minute, one of them said.  He came back with a small pad 
of paper and a pencil.  He gave it to me and held the light on it so I 
could see to write.

This was it.  Somehow I had to let them know my situation 
and yet protect myself from their reactions or worse yet, capture by 
the authorities.  I wrote:

"Lost in cave.  Scientist.  Experiment gone wrong.  No 
voice.  Must be secret.  Need help. Don't panic.  Help me!"

on the second page I wrote "Don't panic.  Help me!  I won't 
hurt you!"  They took the pad and were silent for a moment.  "OK, 
buddy,  we'll help.  I held my hand out again for a second 
handshake to reinforce my humanity before I showed them how 
inhuman I looked.  I raised up off my knees a bit and swung one 
hairy hoofed leg out where they could see it.  I don't think they 
realized what they were seeing for a moment until I brought the 
other leg out.  Suddenly, as they both scrambled away, "Holy fuck, 
what the fuck, what the fuck , geez, whoa man WHAT the fuck are 
you?"  I stopped moving my legs and quick held out my hand 
again, and used the other one to wag my enormous cock.  I heard 
him scrabble to back away a bit further, then he laughed.  "Oh yea, 
you're the cock in the corner."  "OK friend,  I won't panic. 
Whatever the fuck you are, you've got one hot crotch and you can't 
be all bad.

I eased my massive body out from under the ledge that 
covered the crevice I'd been hiding in.  When my head came out, I 
had a bit of trouble with the horns catching on the rocks, but finally 
I was out, looking at two handsome, scared men with their jaws 
open starring at me.  I tried to smile but I'm not sure how it really 
looked. My face wasn't what your call human, much less friendly.  
I resorted to the handshake symbol again and indicated that I need 
the writing pad.  They stood there just looking at me.  I waved my 
hands in front of their eyes mockingly trying to break them from 
their spell.  A second try at getting the writing pad finally worked.  
I took the pad from the incredulous rescuer who hesitantly handed 
it to me and I began to write. I tried to keep the story short, besides 
they didn't need to know all the details and I didn't want to give 
away too much information yet.  "These things have to be handled 
delicately".  I finished with "My name is Dale". They read the pad 
simultaneously, and took the hint at the end.

"I'm Roger."

"I'm Travis."

The introductions broke the ice.  Travis reached over 
cautiously and felt my horns, and drew away when he realized they 
really were growing from my head.  Not much was being said.  I 
couldn't say anything without writing and they were still in a trance 
trying to fathom me.  Roger, the one who'd been sucking on my 
balls came over with a big smile on his face, reached down, and 
tried to grab my balls.  He couldn't get both of them in one hand so 
he cradled them in both hands, and massaged them gently.  I 
nodded my head up and down and gave a gentle sigh.  I reached my 
hand up and stroked his back.  I felt his butt and worked my arm 
between his legs and gently enclosed his  cock and balls with my 
massive hand.

Roger's success, triggered Travis to touch me again.  He got 
around behind me and rubbed his hands around my hugely muscled 
back.  After a few tries he got the idea that he had to rub with the 
grain of the fur.  I was somewhat hot and sweaty, and hadn't taken 
a shower in almost three days, so I was probably pretty ripe 
considering the fur and all.  It didn't seem to bother Travis though.  
He dropped to his knees behind me wrapping his arms around me 
as far as he could (which wasn't very far)  His neck nuzzled mine.  
He licked behind my floppy bull's ears and took the flaps of flesh 
into his mouth.  His tongue cleaned my ears and worked it's way 
down my neck, across my yard wide shoulders and dove his nose 
into the armpit.  Long strokes of his tongue wet down the fur under 
in the pit.  There was lots to clean in there.  My massive muscles 
formed a tent over the pit that could almost swallow his head.  I 
had to keep my arm up high.  I could have smothered him if by 
flexing a bit and holding his head deep in my armpit.  The cleaning 
he was giving me felt fantastic.

Roger had been equally busy cleaning my crotch, abs and 
chest.  His tongue left no crevice unattended.  Deep between the 
pecs, down the hard six pack of my abs, around the side undulating 
over the obliques.  He paused on my enlarged nipples taking the 
inch long mini-penises in and sucking hungrily on them.  Those 
nipples were something I'd forgotten that I had imagined.  I'd 
always fantasized about having functional nipples as sensitive as 
my penis so I guess the image I came up with for this Minotaur 
inherited that fantasy.  Roger was fascinated by the huge sensitive 
tits and it wasn't long before he realized that they could cum also.  
He got a mouthful of salty cum from one then went over the other 
and satisfied it too.  Each time one of my nipples came, I'd shudder 
and flex impulsively.  This turned on my cleaning crew and they 
redoubled their efforts.  I guess I'd finally gotten through to them 
that I was a friend worth helping.

After the two of them had been all over my body, cleaning 
it they started converging on my crotch.  Again I found one 
working my balls and the other nibbling my monster cock.  It 
wasn't long before I was shooting long streams of cum.  Wad after 
wad was ejected from my balls with enormous velocity up into my 
groin and out my firehose cock into one mouth or the other.  They 
took turns catching as much as they could, getting a breath and 
coming back for more when the fountain was free.  Satiated, they 
backed away and the cum still spraying from my dick splattered on 
their hot flesh several feet away.  Travis lay on his back rubbing 
my cum around his belly and making quiet sounds of contentment.

  I caught a quick glimpse of his ass hole and realized he 
was experienced at handball and if he could take an arm he could 
probably take my cock.  I made my way over to him and lifted his 
legs over my shoulders.  I was so big, that his butt lifted way off 
the ground and pointed his excited pucker right in front of my 
crotch.  I took my spit slippery tool and guided it into that waiting 
hole.  He gasped and made a small attempt to stop me but I pushed 
in further and his gasps turned to intoxicated moans.  I thrust into 
him quite a ways initially.  Unsurprisingly he definitely was 
experienced at taking things deeply.  I was pleased to find someone 
to take my cock this far.  I was in heaven.  His hot hole was 
actually pulling me in.  His gyrating and grasping anus muscles 
massaged my cock and sucked it further and further into his 
insides.  I'd been using slobber from my huge mouth to lubricate 
the shaft and his whole crotch area was now slick with my spit.  I 
pulled out a ways and thrust in again.  His moans were 
intoxicating.  I pulled out further and thrust in again.  I played his 
ass like a trombone.  Both of us were phasing out into a different 
world.  I started cuming again and filled his insides so full the gism 
oozed out around my dick.  I pulled out a bit to make room for 
more cum in him.  Finally I was all the way out and I was still 
cuming.  The moment of complete extraction sent him over the top. 
Screams of pure pleasure coincided with  his collapsing anal 
muscles.  Jerking wildly his dick pumped furiously.  His cum 
wasn't wasted though.  Roger had worked his way around and had 
his mouth over Travis's cock taking his load.  When the waves of 
excitement abated we all lay back and rested again.

I lay down on my back put my hands behind my head and 
stretched  flexing my oversized muscles, contracting and relaxing 
them in rhythms around my massive body.  They both crawled over 
and curled up against me and snuggled close.  I brought my arms 
down covering them, holding them close.  We all fell asleep there.

 I dreamed.  I dreamed of warm unabated man sex.  I 
dreamed of love and adoration, of worship, of satisfying my 
subjects.  I was king of my domain.  Again the colony of Minotaurs 
filled my dream.  Endless powerful, musclebound, intimate, slimy, 
animal sex.  Huge half-man half-bull lovers giving to each other 
the passionate attention they all needed.  Creatures endowed with 
sex tools more than adequate for the nearly constant use they 
would make of them.

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Chapter 3:  Unwanted Changes

Travis's noises woke me.  This time the moans were not 
pleasant.  He was holding his stomach and rolling on the ground.  
"It burns, Oh, God, it burns.  Make it stop.  Help me."

Roger was trying to comfort Travis but there wasn't 
anything either of us could do.  Travis's pain increased and he went 
into convulsions screaming maniacally and finally passed out.  A 
few moments later the convulsions slowed and stopped.

He looked strangely relaxed.  We laid him out and covered 
him under and over with clothes.  Roger started talking to me and 
said that he wanted make his way back to the surface and get help.  
I looked around and found the writing pad and pencil and quickly 
started writing.

  "I think this is more serious than it looks.  If this is what I 
think is happening you'll need to get to phone as quickly as 
possible and call a friend of mine named Lance.  He'll knows 
what's happening.  He is the only one in the world who can help 
us."  He looked at the word "us".  I nodded my head affirmatively 
and grabbed the pad back.

"I think the virus that transformed my body, did not all die 
like it was supposed to.  I think it survived in my balls and I've 
infected you both with my cum.  I gave Travis a much larger load 
than you so he was affected first.  I think both of you are going to 
transform like me.  You must get to a phone in the next 24 hours or 
you may be unable to speak either.  Lance and I together can 
change us back so it's most important that we not be delayed by the 
authorities.

The look of shock on his face was frightening.  I grabbed 
the pad back and wrote.

"Believe me this is reversible,  but only I and Lance 
together can do it.  Neither of us alone can do it.  You must trust 
me and get a call to Lance right away.  I repeat we must not be 
discovered by the authorities or anyone else.  Can you do it?"

He nodded "yes".  Then remembering he was the one who 
could talk said in a quavering voice.  "Phone's not a problem, we 
have one in our pack, but I have to get to the surface to use it."  I 
jotted down the number and some special codes he'd need to get 
through directly to Lance wherever he might be.  I told him that 
food was our next problem.  Travis was going to start growing 
soon and without nutrition he'd probably die of starvation in 12 
hours.  I also needed food, I hadn't eaten for over a day and I could 
feel my huge body running out of energy.  You will probably start 
feeling the pain in 3 or four hours.  Once your transformations 
begin you can't rely on logical skillful thinking until the 
transformation is complete.  I know because that's how I ended up 
here lost in the dark.

He agreed, and started getting ready for the hour or so trip 
to the surface.  He dumped his pack onto the cave floor and found 
the phone. He stuck the phone in his pocket, grabbed a couple of 
lights and started up.  The trip into this cavern wasn't difficult so he 
needed no special equipment.  I looked over the contents of the 
back and found several high protein bars and some cans of juice. I 
ate a couple but saved the rest for Travis who was going to need 
them soon.

Roger was out of sight and hearing now so I sat there 
hunched over Travis waiting for signs of growth.  I had to trust that 
Roger would succeed.  I think that he believed me and would do 
the right thing.  I had to hope so.  After all, once you've seen me it's 
kind of hard not believe at least part of my story.

I guess I could have made the trip to the surface myself but 
somehow I still felt comfortable in the cave.  I felt confident 
because I knew which direction to get out and I had a light.  
Actually I started thinking about the situation and realized that I 
could have easily carried Travis out with me. I was so big that his 
weight would be no hindrance at all.  Then I remembered that 
Roger wouldn't know that we had moved and would come back to 
this particular cavern.  We had to wait here for him.  I decided to 
give him three hours.  Then I'd take things into my own hands.

Luckily, I didn't have to wait more than three hours.  Roger 
came back right away.  He'd been able to get the call into Lance.  
Then said he'd gone to his car and gotten a case of food supplement 
bars he had in the trunk.  I tore open several of them and practically 
inhaled them.  He handed me a canteen of water and turned his 
attention to Travis.  I heard him gasp and call me over.  He pointed 
at Travis's body and leaned down to feel the fur like hair that was 
growing on his now somewhat enlarged body.  "Oh my God, It's 
true.  Oh, fuck!  What have you done to us?" he wailed.

I pointed to the phone in his pocket and gave the OK hand 
signal. He understood what I meant. Help was coming.  Looking 
directly into my eyes he asked.  "But what's going to happen to us.  
People will be looking for us if we don't check in on time."  I 
pointed at his watch and drew a question mark in the air.  "It's 4 
PM we'll be missed if I don't call in by noon tomorrow.  We were 
going to spend the night in here anyway." I pointed at his watch 
again and grabbed the note I'd written earlier that had Lance's 
phone numbers on it.  "Your friend Lance said he'd get here as 
soon as possible but it was probably going to take him at least 
twenty hours. I sat back on my haunches, my huge arms over my 
knees making my massive torso even bigger looking by pressing 
my thirty inch arms a bit flat and more prominent.  I saw him 
examine my arms and follow them to the bulging round shoulders 
across the crushing chest and settle on my strange horned head.  
His eyes met mine again and they spoke a desperate question.

I looked around for the pad.  He found it for me.  I 
scribbled down.

"We can't wait here, we have to go now.  My estate is eight 
miles into the woods but probably more like 16 by road.  We have 
to get to proper nutrition soon.  Travis will wake in an hour or two 
and be ravenous.  You will probably begin the process shortly after 
that and I don't want to risk either of you. We have to get out of 
here now!  I'll carry Travis.  You grab what you need and let's go."

The need for action flushed the fear from his mind and we 
were on our way out in less than five minutes.  The trip to the 
surface was really quite easy.  Roger had been this route many 
times in the past he explained to me while we were leaving.  Easy 
that is if you have lights.  I thought of the night I came down here 
in the dark crazy out of my mind with the side effects of the 
transformation.  It's a wonder I made it as deep as I did without 
breaking a leg.  Travis was no problem for me to carry.  One 
advantage of having a bull like body, I thought with a mental 
laugh.

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Chapter 4:  Duo

Light finally showed around a corner and the entrance was 
a welcome sight.  Travis' car was parked on a makeshift logging 
road about a quarter mile away.  Roger helped me get Travis onto 
the back seat and I squeezed myself into the front seat.  Thank god 
I wasn't going cross country in this sardine can.  It took us about a 
half hour to get to my estate.  Once inside I realized how demented 
I'd been.  The house was a mess.  Doors off their hinges, windows 
broken tables smashed, holes in the walls.  I didn't even remember 
doing those things.  I went right to a phone and dialed Lance again.  
I grabbed Roger and jammed the phone in his hand and quickly 
started scribbling instructions on paper.  I told him to have Lance 
come here and come with lots of food supplements,  I had enough 
for one for a couple of days, but with two growing boys and myself 
I had about a half-day supply.  I also told him to check the records 
of the transformation computer and discover what I'd created and 
start thinking about what had gone wrong and how to fix it.  After 
Roger relayed the information he handed the phone to me and said 
"He want's to speak to you".

I rolled my eyes, expecting an angry "what the hell are you 
doing" lecture.  On the contrary, he said "I knew what you had 
done before you even left the house that week.  I didn't say 
anything because I was interested in the results.  I did however 
expect you to keep in closer touch with me.  Keep me in the loop.  
I've got an open mind.  Let's talk about this when we get you back 
your vocal cords."  Relieved, I knew that everything was going to 
be OK.  We just had to get through the next 18 or so hours.

I had Roger call his family and let them know he and Travis 
were out of the cave but had decided to spend a few days with 
friends and not to expect them back for a while. That gave us 
enough time to get these transformation problems straightened out.  
I hoped.  Not five minutes after Roger hung up the phone, he 
started having pains.  I led him to a bedroom and did what I could 
for him, which wasn't much.  He'd seen what Travis had been 
through and wasn't looking forward to it. I had my hands full 
because Travis had revived and was hyper from the transformation 
effects.  He was currently in the phase of examining his 
transforming body.  His muscles were getting noticeably larger, 
and the fur was starting to appear thicker.  He could still talk and I 
made sure that I told him the situation with us three.  We would all 
become mute.  The transformation caused dementia for about 10 
hours and both he and Roger would become dangerous to 
themselves and perhaps me too.  Cautiously I suggested that he let 
me lock him into a cell in my S/M dungeon so that he couldn't run 
out into the woods like I had and nearly gotten myself dead.

"No way!" he said in a panic.  

"Look!", I wrote a little more forcefully, but as reassuringly 
as I could, "I'm in total control of myself now except that I have to 
write all this fucking stuff down.  For your own protection you 
need to be restrained for the 10 hours you will be unable to control 
yourself.  Believe me, you HAVE to let me protect you."  He still 
was saying no, but I could see that he was beginning to realize I 
might be right.  I continued writing as fast as I could.  "All right, 
think about it.  Right now I'm about two hundred pounds heavier 
than you and could crush your neck with one hand.  If I had any 
malice in me you'd both be hamburger hours ago.  I've invited you 
into my house.  I'm saving your life.  Yea, I've infected you with a 
terrible, but as you'll find out a wonderful disease.  In 18 hours, 
you'll be on top of the fucking world with how wonderful you feel.  
Hell, it's almost a spiritual state of mind.  The power, the incredible 
sensuality, the confidence.  I want you to experience this as safely 
as you can.  Lance and I together can get you back to normal if 
that's what you want and it won't take more than a few days.  But, 
you're going to have to trust me."

  He was half nodding his head, so I continued.  "In an hour 
or two you are going to be so horny that you will take any type of 
sex.  Why don't we just have fun in the dungeon and when you get 
to the point of dementia, I'll put the game on hold with you in the 
cell until you're OK again.  You'll probably sleep most of those 
hours anyway."  Finally, hesitantly, he submitted.  He was 
unconsciously feeling his body, all over with his hands.  I extended 
my huge paw and stuck two fingers in his mouth, he sucked on 
them and started licking more and more of my hand and arm. He 
drew himself close and wrapped his growing arm around my waist 
and scratched as much of my back as he could reach.

 His passion took over.  "Oh, god, I feel so erotic!"  
"Incredible, it feels so good to touch flesh and fur.  Hot, muscle 
bulging all over,  your huge lips and monster tongue feel so 
sensual, lick me with it monster.  You wild animal with that unholy 
cock.  Yea, lick me and suck me and slime me, tongue my throat 
till I gag.  Yea, slobber my ears, neck, down the chest, under my 
arms, clean me all over you fuckin' beast.  Down my abs, feel my 
growing abs, they're bunching up like stone.  Hard carved blocks of 
muscle.  Now you're hot.  Yea, fucker, lap that huge tongue around 
my cock and balls.  Lather them up nice and slimy.  Ohhhh, fuck 
man, it feels so good when you suck my growing dick and balls 
into your huge suck'n' mouth. Yea, man, use your tongue, that 
massive slimy muscle.  Wrap it 'round m'dick & stick the tip of it 
up m' ass. Twist it, suck it. pull it, Ohh, yea, god damn, hot mother 
fucker, Ahh, Ohhh, oh my god you're sucking my cock and balls, 
and your tongue, that fucking huge tongue is lapping my butt crack 
at the same time.  Fuck'n A!

We wrestled with each other in hot sweaty passion.  
Grasping, groping, pinching twisting, licking, sucking, biting, 
rubbing, scratching, squeezing, kissing.  The scene got hotter and 
hotter.  My huge size was becoming less one sided as his growth 
continued.  Empty cans of protein drinks littered the floor.  Every 
chance we got we both downed another.  I could feel his increasing 
weight.  Growing, hot, bulging muscles.  His fur was almost 
complete,  his strength was becoming incredible.  I could still 
easily out power him but I knew that in only a couple of more 
hours we'd be wrestling for real.  He loved it.  His growing sensual 
body was becoming more like mine.  He was desperate for exercise 
and wild sex.  I accommodated him gratefully.  My new form was 
pure essence of maleness.  Sex was so much more enjoyable and 
necessary.  The male drive in my huge half-man, half-bull body 
endowed with it's knee length cock and grapefruit sized balls was 
incessant.  I had to relieve myself often.  Travis too was becoming 
a beast driven by lust.  The two of us accommodated each other 
eagerly for two or three hours.  He was cumming almost 
continuously.  His nuts had grown now to heavy low hanging 
tennis balls.  His cock, standing stiff pointing up at a 45 degree 
angle, waving and bobbing as he moved.  His walk was becoming 
exaggerated by his growing muscular thighs pressing against each 
other and forcing them wider as the hours passed.  Into the night 
we played.

Somewhere in the fog of passion, I remembered that I had 
to make sure I had him under control before he became so inflamed 
with his animal drives of this transformation that he became 
uncontrollably obsessed and possibly violent.  He loved handball 
and I worked the situation into the sling.  It groaned under his new 
weight that was probably about 220 pounds by now.  He knew this 
position well and automatically lifted his legs onto the chains 
holding the leather sling. While keeping him excited and fingering 
his hole, I tried to plan how I was going to get him immobilized 
and hopefully into the heavy barred cell.  My lubricated arm had 
now worked it's way about a foot into his anus and he was loving 
it.  He moved his butt around as to slip my arm in further.  He'd 
gasp, then groan, then smile and start moving again to help me get 
it in further.  My huge forearms had stretched his hole big enough 
to have shoved a grapefruit into it.  Carefully I wiggled my fingers 
deep in his gut.  Pleasure, pure pleasure radiated from the sounds 
he made.  His head fell back, he shuddered, and shook, and 
moaned gratefully.  Again he shuddered and convulsed into an 
orgasm that could only have been primal animal passion.  Streams 
of thick, salty, gism sprayed into the air.  It splattered on the wall 
behind him, his wildly jerking cock then aimed the liquid bullets in 
all directions.

By time he finished cuming several minutes later we were 
both covered with his man-bull sperm.  He collapsed in deep gasps.  
I carefully withdrew my arm, quickly wiped it with a towel and 
reached for a heavy bondage collar,  I slipped it on him and used 
lengths of chain and padlocks to bind his legs and arm restraints to 
his neck.  He was, for the moment, essentially immobilized.  Now I 
had to get him into the cell before he came out of his trance and 
resisted my efforts.  I undid the quick releases on one end of the 
sling chains allowing his legs to lower to the floor.  I stood Travis 
up while he was still groggy, and quickly unlinked his arms from 
the sling chains and lifted him over my shoulder.  I carried this 240 
pound stupored man becoming beast like a long bag of concrete, 
over to the five by five foot cell.  If I could get him into it he'd be 
secure.  Even I couldn't bend the inch diameter stainless steel bars.  
It was easier that I'd hoped.  I had him in and the door locked 
several minutes before he stirred from his orgasmic trance.

He roused quickly and wildly rattled the bars of the cage.  It 
held like I knew it would.  He was making mad bellowing sounds.  
I think he was trying to yell at me but his throat structure and that 
huge tongue had now made that impossible just as it had done in 
me.  It was most interesting to watch his behavior.  I hadn't had 
anybody to watch over my transformation and I'd gone amok, 
running into the forest and eventually blindly getting myself lost in 
a lightness cave.  If this beast developing in front of my eyes could 
get free it would be hell trying to catch and subdue him.  His 
enraged muscles strained at the bars.  His animal bellow became 
louder and more crazed.  I looked at him wishing I could talk to 
him to try to keep him calm.  My muteness prevented that.  I gave 
him a last look, turned down the lights and left the dungeon, 
closing the massive door behind me.  He'd be OK for the next 
several hours until the morph induced insanity ran it's course.

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Chapter 5:  Trio

I returned to check on Roger's situation.  I tried to estimate 
when he'd wake and be just as horny as Travis had been.  If they 
were both berserk at the same time I'd have to think of how to 
restrain Roger,  I only had one cell, so I might have to get creative.  
A quick check showed Roger passed out from the pain the initial 
infection causes.  No doubt about it, the pain was incredible, I 
know I'd been through it myself.  Hoping I had at least two more 
hours to myself, I entertained myself by finally taking time to 
explore my new body thoroughly.  For the last 24 hours I'd either 
been demented, sleeping, fucking, or intently trying to control the 
situation I'd created.

Since my first transformation into a genetically morphed 
bodybuilder, I'd yielded to my narcissistic obsessions.  I was in 
love with my muscle body.  I'd wanted it for 40 years, and I'd 
gotten it in 48 hours a year ago.  Lance's technology and my ability 
to drive his machinery with my mental imaging talent had given us 
the power to create any transformations desired.  Now I had this 
incredible body of a Minotaur.  Massive muscular body of a man 
and a horned head with a short snout, thick bovine lips and 
unbelievably long thick muscular tongue of a bull.  My feet had 
changed into hooves to complete the picture.  God I was beautiful.  
An image of obscene masculinity.  Brown fur covered most of this 
body.  Not stiff bull hair,  I'd deliberately envisioned short thick 
soft fur.  I ran my wonderfully huge hands over the fur, feeling the 
curves and deep crevices of my rock hard bulging muscles.

I drove myself to a frenzy of self massage, feeling 
everything I could reach.  Grabbing my stiffening cock, I lubricated 
it and broadly stroked the two foot monster.  It was totally erotic 
the way my huge arms squeezed my massive pecs together when I 
held onto my cock with both hands.  My chest muscles bulging up 
so far I couldn't even see my cock without looking in the mirrors.  
Long strokes up and down and around the head,  teasing myself 
with the intense sensual feeling of the cock and the body working 
in concert.  I lost myself in the erotic shivers I was giving myself.  
Yes, I loved this body.  It was almost perfect, except that I couldn't 
speak.  I'd allowed too much distortion of the head.  When Lance 
got here, I'd work with him to modify the DNA programs and 
produce the changes that would re-morph my body.

I loved this body.  I wanted to keep it, but I'd have to get 
back my speech.  I'd do the same for Roger and Travis too of 
course.  They had saved me from dying of starvation in that dark 
cave.  I felt ashamed that I'd infected them with the morphing 
virus, but in a way I was excited at the prospect of sharing this 
experience.  I could help return them to normal men if they wanted 
it.  I actually expected, however, that at least one of them might opt 
to remain a monster of muscle and sex.  I could provide for them 
here on the estate.  The wonderful thing about this all is that we 
can always either return to normal or play with another 
transformation.  I had several erotic ideas I wanted to try, and if I 
could get a "family" of men willing to share the possibilities with 
me then my prophetic fantasies would be made real.

I returned to the room where Roger was still passed out and 
sat for a moment watching him.  I didn't want to fall asleep for fear 
of not hearing him when he wakened and started experiencing the 
ecstasy of initial growth effects.  Sitting quietly was something I 
hadn't done since my latest transformation began nearly 3 days ago 
now.

Roger slept quietly, the initial pain of the infection had 
passed and he was starting to transform.  I noticed that he seemed a 
little beefier and a shimmer of extremely fine fur had begun to 
sprout on his chest, arms, and legs.  He was a good looking man 
already.  Healthy and fit.  By morning though he'd be well on his 
way to hugeness.  I knew that by early afternoon though he too 
would be entering the dementia stage.  A quick analysis of my 
prisoner Travis's condition relieved me.  He would be returning to 
sanity about the same time Roger was going to need to be 
restrained. I fell asleep in the chair.

I dreamed.  I dreamed of  my community of Minotaurs 
again.  Content with our lives of pleasing each other.  Amidst our 
numbers I noticed other groups of creatures.  Satyrs, Centaurs, 
Werewolves, Gryphons.  All intermingling and pleasing each other 
with most creative ways of having sex.  Massive temples of marble 
columns crowned the hilltops of the countryside.  Down the valley 
spreading out to the sea was a gleaming city of red-tiled roofs.  The 
city center announced itself proudly with broad avenues between 
imposing columned buildings.  The sea was dotted with ships of 
many colors silently gliding against the wind without sails.  Once 
in a while an air ship floated swiftly and silently to and from 
several areas of the city.  This image of ancient  Greece and Star 
Trek didn't seem incongruous at all.  It felt perfectly normal.  I 
knew it was special though, an idyllic setting at peace with itself 
and secure from threat.  The images floated through my mind and 
gathered a reality that anchored itself within my being.  I was that 
future, all emanated from here and now, unfolding itself into a 
space that could only be fantastic.

Movement around me yanked me back.  Roger had sat up 
and was examining himself.  I grasped at the last remnants of the 
dream but it dissolved into the present reality.  Absorbed in his self 
examination, Roger had located a mirror and was posing for 
himself.  His easy flowing movements told me that he was not 
unfamiliar with physique posing.  Before the transformation he did 
have a decent body, but not really a body builder physique.  This 
posing experience he demonstrated  indicated his deep seated 
desire to be big.  I began to see in him elements of myself.  This 
boy was going to be interesting within 24 hours. He'd mentioned 
that he was an architect with one of the firms in San Francisco.  I 
estimated his age at 29, still young enough to have a boyish 
innocence about him.  Well, I'd deprived him of his innocence in 
one day.  What ever he experienced in the next few days would 
leave him at least mentally transformed beyond his wildest 
imaginings.

  "Incredible," he said over and over.  Feeling all over 
himself, his young adult body had matured into a muscular body 
builder.  He was definitely enjoying the change.  Reverting to well 
practiced poses his eyes glinted and examined the new man he saw 
in the mirrors.  "Oh, yes, god, yes, look at those biceps, I'm fucking 
incredible."  Words were insufficient to express his amazement.  
Over and over he spoke the same few expressions.  He finally 
noticed me watching him and quickly stopped his posing as if I'd 
caught him with his hand in the cookie jar.  His face blushed and a 
quiet mumble of "just checking myself out" reached my ears.  I 
smiled broadly and held up a double OK sign with both my hands.  
I ran my left hand down my hugely massive and chiseled right arm.  
I brought the hand over my bunched abs and up to my thick 
mounding chest, fingering the curves and crevices deliciously.  He 
watched me do this entranced with what he was seeing.  I made a 
quick gesture to indicate my whole body and pointed an index 
finger at myself, then at him again, and made the OK sign again.  
He got it.  A smile of realization that he was going to become huge 
like me brightened his whole aura.  Turning back to the mirror he 
resumed posing, not at all embarrassed anymore.

I left him to his mental masturbation and went to the 
kitchen to get another case of food supplements.  I returned to him 
and held out one of the cans.  He took it and opened it as if he 
hadn't eaten in a week.  Two more and he looked satisfied.  The 
energy from the nutrient intake re-kindled his interest in his body.  
I knew that each time I ate while undergoing the transformation, 
the growth accelerated and caused intense body feelings.  He 
grabbed his dick reveling in how large it was now.  Thick and 
heavy.  Playing with it excited him more and he stroked it 
frantically.  I stepped behind him, put both my arms around him 
and took over the duty of satisfying his cock.  His hands free again, 
he took the opportunity to feel his chest, and play with his sensitive 
tits.  His head came backwards and rubbed against my neck.  He 
leaned back into my chest and let me support him while he 
dissolved into the erotic passions arising from our efforts.  His 
arms left his chest and began to feel my arms and torso,  stroking 
the fur lightly he examined my muscles intently.

  I brought him to an exhausting climax.  Cum sprayed on 
the mirror.  Neither of us cared.  Our passions were in control now.  
He turned to face me examining my head.  His eyes scanned over 
my face up to the broad horizontal horns that came out of the heavy 
boned temples.  They extend about seven inches out on each side 
and curved up slightly at the ends to a dangerous but not sharp 
point.  They were about an inch and a half in diameter.  He reached 
up and felt them wonderingly, running his hand over and around it, 
examining the tip and back down to where they joined my temples.  
The area around the base of them was sensitive and sensual.  His 
touch excited my cock as he felt the side of my face and massaged 
my fleshy furry ears.  Not human ears but soft thick pointed muscle 
covered cartilage like an animal.  His eyes came back to my face 
and he clasped my head on either side with his hands and drew my 
face to his.

Our lips met and a sensuous kiss united us for a long time.  
Forcing his tongue into my huge mouth he washed my teeth and 
sucked on my fleshy lips.  I carefully returned the favor with my 
strong massive tongue.  I filled his mouth with it and stroked the 
back of his throat gently not wanting to induce a gagging response.  
His eyes closed and he sucked my tongue in farther.  Gentle darts 
down his throat sent shudders through his body.  Pulling my tongue 
back a bit periodically I allowed him to breathe.  I synchronized my 
breathing with his and started sharing breath with him.  Passing 
stale air several times between our lungs, quickly induced a 
carbon-dioxide high in him,  He pulled away swooning and 
sucking in fresh air till he was ready for more. Over and over we 
filled each others lungs with our moist warm personalized air.  
Lowering ourselves to the floor we continued our love making on 
into the night.

After we fell back exhausted, I remembered Travis locked 
in the doggie cell in the dungeon.  I knew that Roger would be 
approaching the phase of his transformation where dementia would 
make his actions unpredictable and I had to get Travis out and 
Roger into confinement.  While Roger was still coherent and able 
to speak I'd have to convince him to let me confine him during the 
dementia stage.  I got up and located the notes I'd written to Travis 
explaining the situation.  He read them intently, glancing at me 
once in a while.  He nodded at me, smiled, and sunk to his knees 
taking my cock in his hands and mouthing as much of it as he 
could.  This boy was one hot man now, I thought, just think what 
he'll be like when the transformation is complete.  I smiled 
inwardly and considered my next actions.

Breaking the spell, I helped him to his feet and lead him by 
the hand like a child down to the dungeon.  A quick punch of the 
combination unlocked the massive door.  We entered the dimly lit 
rooms.  I didn't take him to the room where Travis was being held.  
I wanted to check out the situation before Roger saw him.  I played 
with Roger for a while, he seemed to know exactly what to do here.  
He faced the wall and leaned against it holding him chest away 
from the wall with his arms.  I stroked his body with my hands for 
a few minutes, slapped his ass a couple of times to test his 
reactions.

His response was just what I wanted, and I was doing just 
what he wanted.  This boy was surprising me again to my delight.  
I reached behind me and selected my favorite flogger.  I ran the 
long soft strips of leather through my fingers a few times as if 
caressing an old friend.  I swung the handle slowly and gently let 
the ends of the strips announce their presence on his back.  He 
arched his back a little and steadied himself in anticipation of 
more.  I continued stroking his back and ass accelerating both the 
speed and intensity of my strokes slowly.  Red blushes of sensitive 
skin formed in long rows on his back. I stepped up the intensity 
within a few strokes and he gave a groan of "yesss, oh yes sir!  
More sir, please!"  I accommodated quickly to the point where his 
breath hesitated the moment the heavy stinging leather struck 
home.

I kept this pace for a while letting him get used to it. 
Careful not to strike really sensitive places too hard too quickly I 
could see his trust and understanding of my skill was growing.  His 
body language told me he wanted more so I stepped up the tempo 
again.  His butt quivered, small whimpers escaped from his mouth.  
Finally I'd reached the point where he pulled his butt away from 
me.  I saw him biting his lip trying to stay silent.  I walked up 
behind him and massaged his body.  My huge cock flopped 
between his legs, I reached around him and grabbed my cock 
between his legs and stroked both him and myself simultaneously 
for a while.  I kissed his back and butt with my wet muscular lips 
and tongued his ass deeply with the monster tongue that kept me 
from being able to speak.

After I stopped the caressing, the flogging resumed.  He 
was ready for much more now, and I accommodated.  His gasps 
were genuine but he loved it.  I could see his head drooping and his 
attention drifting into an endorphin high induced by the pain he'd 
so patiently endured.  This is what he was after.  Sometime I 
wondered who was controlling who in these situation.  I was 
enjoying see himself enjoy my attention and getting off on his pain.  
He was getting me to do his bidding.  I was pleased that he was 
letting me love him this way.  He was good.  He knew how to give 
me enough feedback to know how to control the strokes.  I was 
controlling the strokes, but he was controlling me.  Top, Bottom, 
it's all relative, depending on who is teaching who what.

When I decided that he'd had enough.  (Rather, when he 
indicated that I should decide that)  we stopped.  I hugged him 
from behind soothing his now bright red back, ass and thighs.  The 
heat from his blood enriched skin excited me and I hugged him 
tighter.  I turned him around and indicated that he should kneel.  
He did so, promptly and perfectly, head bowed slightly, knees 
slightly separated, his palms resting gently on the top of his thighs.  
He waited silently.  His body was definitely much bigger now.  
Before I let him see himself clearly in a mirror again I wanted to 
continue this scene properly.  I located a bondage collar and wrist 
and ankle restraints.  I dressed him ceremoniously, silently 
ordering him to stand when necessary.  I attached a leash to the 
collar and led him to a mirror and let him discover how big he'd 
grown.  He tried to speak and his tongue got in the way.  He tried 
again and realized that his face had morphed so much that he was 
becoming mute like me.  A look of shock entered his face.  I was 
quick to indicate that all would be OK.  I scanned the rack of 
equipment hanging on the walls and selected a set of chains which 
I connected to his collar, wrists, and ankle restraints.  another chain 
attached around others was firmly latched to a mounting eyelet in 
the concrete floor.  We wasn't going anywhere.  I kissed him gently 
and left the room.

A short trip into the room where Travis had been confined 
in the heavy steel barred small cell held no surprises.  He was 
there, sitting on his haunches jerking himself off.  He looked up at 
me and his mouth moved but no human sound came out.  I nodded, 
knowing that the worse had passed and he was regaining control of 
himself,  His transformation was almost complete.  He was like me 
a huge half-man half-bull monster of sensuous muscle and genitals.  
My cock rose to attention quickly, I was definitely turned on by my 
new brother.  I reached my hand into the cell to see if he would 
respond by shaking it. He did.  We looked into each other's eyes for 
a moment silently communicating.  We scanned each others 
monstrously large muscular, furred, horned, hoofed bodies.  He 
squeezed my hand a bit and nodded his head indicating he was OK.

I retrieved the keys and unlocked the cell.  It was a tight 
squeeze for him to turn around and get himself out but except for 
catching his horns on the bars a couple of times he got himself out 
and stood facing me.  We both seemed to know what we wanted 
immediately.  My huge mouth and tongue were a challenge to 
normal humans but here was a matching orifice.

We greedily opened our mouths and kissed like no 
creatures on Earth had ever kissed before.  Deep and wet.  Huge 
tongues winding around each other and examining the cavernous 
mouths.  Slippery wet bovine tongues trading love between their 
owners.  I synchronized my breathing with his and attempted to get 
him to share breath with me.  It took a few tries but he eventually 
got the idea.  Our huge chests and their corresponding lung 
capacity were equals.  Once we got into it, the deep long exchanges 
of moist stale air was intoxicating.  Almost to unconsciousness we 
shared our oxygen depleted air.  A quick inhale through one nose 
or the other was enough to replenish enough oxygen and keep us 
lip locked for nearly a half-hour.  We finally separated and 
staggered apart dizzy with the carbon-dioxide overload.  I slid 
down the wall and sat on the floor, he dropped to his knees, put his 
hands on the floor and rested there panting deeply.

We recovered our breath and I remembered Roger chained 
to the floor in the other room.  I motioned Travis to follow me.  
When we entered the other room, Roger was wildly yanking on the 
chains holding his arms and legs to the eyelet in the floor.  He took 
one look at the two huge Minotaurs approaching him and cowered 
as far away from us as his chains would let him.  I don't think he 
knew us as his friends.  I'd let him progress into the dementia 
farther than Travis had.  I'm not sure I could get him into the cell 
without a fight.  I tried to calm the almost panicked chained 
demented half-beast but he'd have nothing of my advances.  I 
looked plaintively at Travis, shrugged my shoulders and waited.  
He knew what had to be done.  He pointed at the chains and then at 
me, then he pointed at himself and indicated he'd try to control 
Roger.  I nodded, and bent down to unlock the chain padlocked to 
the floor.

Travis got behind Roger and wrapped his huge animal arms 
around the frightened transforming man.  Roger's fear was vocal, 
he bellowed and struggled.  Travis the fully transformed Minotaur 
holding him was determined to control his friend and help me get 
him to the cell.  He'd be safe in the cell for the next 10 hours or so 
while the transformation ran it's course.  I had the chains unlocked 
and held securely in my strong hands.  The two of us forced a 
violently struggling Roger into the cell and locked the door.  We 
sat nearby for a while watching him cower in the small cell.  I 
noticed a tear emerge from the corner of Travis's eye and get 
absorbed into his facial fur.  I motioned to Travis to follow me and 
we left the caged animal in his cell and left the dungeon closing 
and locking the massive door behind us.

Travis and I went upstairs and consumed mass quantities of 
food.  A couple of hours of mad passionate beast sex, and we both 
fell asleep entwined around each other on the floor.

I dreamed,  I dreamed of centuries.  Long, very long 
memories ran through my mind in what seemed like seconds.  A 
twisting tunnel of events sucked me through the universe like an 
electron in a magnetic field.  I was propelled towards the future not 
certain what was ahead, but able to see what was behind.  I 
watched seasons ebb and flow like waves on a beach.  Cities and 
the roads between them grew and flourished.  Lights covered the 
Earth.  Then were instantly extinguished.  Dark charcoal remnants 
of forest's and cities were buried under decades of snow and ice.  
The ice receded and the Earth healed itself.  Hundreds of years 
passed, simple villages appeared on the shores of the lakes and 
rivers left by the ice.  Civilization returned to the Earth and great 
cities appeared again.  Beautiful cities,  gleaming white cities of 
stunning architecture.  Somehow I knew I was at the center of these 
events.  I was there.  Through all that time.  It seemed perfectly 
natural, not incongruous at all.  I was the seed of the future.  The 
decades and centuries accelerated behind me. The flower of 
humanity blossomed and seeded itself around the solar system and 
slowly to the nearby stars then almost instantly began to appear all 
over the galaxy.  The rush of space/time slowed and came to a stop 
on the other side of the galaxy on a planet I was calling Omega.  
The images faded and I woke to the sounds of the doorbell.

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Chapter 6:  Like Moths To A Flame

Lance looked me over and said, "Well, well, you seem to 
have a really interesting imagination Dale."  I reached out and 
hugged him tenderly, lifting him off his feet.  He'd grown to nearly 
300 pounds of beef, based on the virus programs I'd visualized for 
him, but I lifted him like a puppy dog.  I backed through the front 
door which seemed a bit too small now that I was about 6'8 and 
420 pounds of massive muscle.  He followed me in and glanced 
around the entry hall.  I followed his gaze and realized he was 
drinking in the disarray the room was in.  In my demented state I'd 
punched holes in the walls and broken things here and there.  The 
pieces of plaster and glass and porcelain were still littering the 
floor.  I hung my massive horned head, gave a big sigh, shrugged 
my shoulders, looked up and smiled broadly.  He laughed and said, 
"Glad I missed that part of your grand experiment."  "OK, show me 
your friends and we'll take care of this stuff later.  I nodded and led 
him upstairs.

I shook Travis awake.  He stiffly rolled over and sat up.  I 
reached down extending my hand.  He grabbed it and I yanked him 
onto his hooves.  Lance, never one to mince words, quickly 
introduced himself and gave Travis as big a hug as he could.  This 
seemed to win over Travis and he reached down and grabbed 
Lance's obvious bulge and licked his own face with his huge 
bovine tongue.  The sparkle they both showed in their eyes, told 
me they were going to be close friends very soon.

Pleased that the first introduction had gone off so well, I 
thought about what state Roger was in now.  I didn't think the 
dementia had passed yet.  I went over the desk and retrieved paper 
and pencil and began to write out the essentials of the current 
situation.  Lance read as I wrote.  I could see him stare off to his 
right like he always did when he was examining an inner thought, 
then he'd look back to the paper and catch up with what I was 
writing.

"No worries, Mait" in that fake Australian accent he liked 
to use when talking among friends.  "I've got the equipment in the 
air and it should arrive in 6 or seven hours.  We'll need a room to 
set it up in.  I hope you've got enough electricity.  He told me the 
amperage needed and I nodded and waved my hand at the whole 
house and all the out buildings.  He got the idea and said, "Yea, if 
you can run this "hotel", I guess we can re-wire a couple of circuits 
together and charge up the scanners.  Now.  I've got a team of 
movers and engineers arriving with the equipment so we'll have to 
get the house straightened up as much as possible and get you 
gorgeous beasts out of sight until they leave."  He smiled gave me 
a mock kiss and grabbed my cock with one hand and Travis's with 
the other, stroking them their full lengths.  We stood there for a 
moment enjoying the intimate moment.  He broke it off suddenly 
and started ordering us around.

He was taking over like he always did and we obeyed 
willingly.  He had us sweep up the litter on the floor in the main 
areas of the house and pick up trash wherever we found it.  Not a 
difficult task but we'd been too busy surviving and fucking for the 
last 36 hours to pay any attention to civilities.  His guidance kept 
us organized and things got done quickly.  By 11:00 the house 
looked presentable except for the holes in the walls but there was 
nothing we could do about those for now.  I pointed at a clock and 
pointed down toward the dungeon and motioned both of them to 
come with me.

We found Roger exactly the same way I'd found Travis, 
sitting on his haunches jerking himself off.  Another fully 
transformed Minotaur emerged from the cell.  Travis hugged his 
friend forcefully.  They embraced lovingly for a while then began 
playing with each other.  I motioned to Lance to follow me out.  
We left them alone for a little while. Travis was the obvious one to 
help Roger through this situation, although it didn't look like there 
was going to be any problem, I thought grinning.

Lance talked to me a while.  He'd run some analyses of 
what had gone wrong and explained that since I'd generated the 
morphing virus while I was still in the process of my first 
transformation, that the results were somewhat beyond what I had 
intended.  I nodded in agreement and grabbed my half-snout and 
stuck out my enormous tongue.  "I think we can get you 
synchronized with your original intentions.  The computer records 
of what you envisioned can be used to compare with your current 
DNA structure. The differences can be dispersed with the virus 
again, this time using proper preparation of growth hormones and 
agents to permit the virus to spread evenly.  That should prevent 
the crippling pain you described.  The DNA changes will be slight 
but the snout and tongue will reduce to more human proportions.  I 
might add that if there is anything else you'd like to change, think 
about it now.  I want to get started as soon as the equipment is 
ready.  I really want to talk to you about this.

We peeked in on Travis and Roger, they were fully engaged 
and paid us no notice so we left them there.  We left a note on the 
inside of the dungeon door telling them not to come out until we 
came back for them.  We didn't what them being discovered by the 
people who would be arriving soon.  I helped Lance prepare one of 
the basement rooms as the new laboratory and showed him where 
the electrical service boxes were.  He said that he'd take care of 
everything now and that I should get out of sight too.  I went back 
down into the dungeon and joined Roger and Travis.  If I had to be 
out of sight, it was sure going to be a lot more fun playing with my 
new brothers of flesh.

  We exulted in our new bodies.  Hot sweaty, man sex like 
never seen on Earth.  Man/Beast/Muscle/Sex an orgy of heavy, 
invasive, exhilarating play.  No ordinary man could satisfy us 
again.  The experience was totally addicting.  I knew in my heart 
that I would never again be totally human.  I didn't want to be.  
This was too much fucking fun.  I had wished for this and now I 
had it.  This was one wish that was worth the trouble.  If I could 
just get my voice back we could actually function as fully civilized 
"men".

We were a new species of man.  I remembered my dreams 
and knew that this was the beginning of the future I saw.  I 
withdrew from the tangle of muscle and lay on my back for a 
moment thinking.  How was it that I saw myself in that future for 
so many centuries.  It must have been a thousand years of future 
history that I had foreseen, yet I knew that I was there and would 
be there through it all.

A flash of insight hit me so abruptly I convulsed 
involuntarily.  DNA regeneration.  The cause of aging was gradual 
degradation of DNA, that's why Life had evolved "Death".  Life in 
the broadest sense was eternal.  Life has existed continuously in an 
unbroken time line since the first self replicating molecules existed 
on earth.  Without mutation, there is no chance of evolution.  Cells 
that clone themselves have no future.  Individuality arises out of 
DNA restructuring through sexual differentiation.  The price paid 
is that each organism becomes unique and "Death" is an illusion of 
an end.  However, "Life", that endless chord going back 3 billion 
years continues.  The more advanced a species, the more it 
recognizes it's individuality and fears death.  Humans pay the 
biggest price of all, we run our frantic short lives trying to avoid 
the illusion of death instead of facing it as an illusion.  Deep inside 
us is the "Life" we really are.  Eternal.  Connected.

I flashed back onto the thought that started this revelation.  
DNA regeneration.  I could re-program my DNA to counter the 
effects of aging and degeneration.  I could probably do this for 
others too.  My mind reeled. I'd just convinced my self that death 
was nothing to be feared but now I knew I could avoid a natural 
death for centuries perhaps even the thousand years I'd seen in my 
dream.  The paradox tied my thoughts in knots.  If I helped evolve 
human species into beings like myself I could also give them near 
eternal life.  Is this what I wanted to do?  Is this what I should do.  
Just because something "can" be done doesn't mean that it "should" 
be done.

Right now, I needed to decide the future course of 
humanity.  The reality of the situation exploded in my mind.  This 
tiny moment in all of "Life" on earth would dictate the evolution of 
life throughout the galaxy for at least a thousand years.  Even if 
humanity eventually died out or evolved beyond corporeal  
existence, our effect on the billions of stars and countless more 
planets of this galaxy for millions of years to come was focused on 
me right here and now.

The weight of this realization and the near immediate 
decision needed lifted my body from this space/time and I instantly 
saw the whole thing unfolded.  I had no choice.  It was going to 
happen, it had happened, it was happening.  The process was 
immutable.  All of time and space was open to me.  I saw the 
planet Omega and knew why I had called it Omega.  I saw "Life" 
spread to other galaxies and flourish for billions of years more.  
The rare places in the universe where conditions had been just right 
had started "Life" like bacteria in a culture dish.  It is destiny that 
"Life" bloom and nourish itself to consume and spread to the limits 
of it's medium.  The beauty of it though was that there is no limit.  I 
saw universes without end.  Creation eternal.  Time, the 
consummate illusion.  It all had happened, it all would happen, it 
all was happening.  Rain falling from the sky.  Each drop 
interacting with it's neighbors and experiencing the fall, but it's life 
was an illusion,  The drop came from the ocean and would return 
to the ocean.  that's the way it is.  The ocean of Energy creates all 
space/time.

 This grand vision flashed with such brilliance that I was 
thrown from the intimate presence of God back into time and space 
again.  As I fell back to the here and now, this truth remained 
certain.  I know that the Universe is but the shadow of the body of 
God, that Wisdom is but the shadow of the mind of God, and that 
Life, all Life everywhere is the process of God discovering Self.

Suddenly returned to my body I realized there was no 
decision to make.  I would simply do what had to be done when it 
had to be done.  I felt great confidence and trust in the universe.  
The ocean of energy from which we emerge will take us back.  All 
we can do is enjoy the fall.

I sat up and watched Travis and Roger.  They certainly 
were enjoying themselves.  I thought of Lance organizing the 
unpacking and setting up of the equipment out in the new 
laboratory.  Right now I had no decision to make.  I was going to 
enjoy the fall, and eagerly joined The orgy already in progress.



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Chapter 7:  Alpha

It had been five years since my transformation to a 
Minotaur.  Lance was able to establish his laboratory at my estate.  
The first test of it was reprogramming my DNA to counteract the 
excessive effects my poorly planned experiment had generated.  
We used the same technique on both Travis and Roger.  As I 
expected neither of them wanted to return to human form. They 
took up residence with me at the estate.  The genetic engineering 
company that Lance and I had set up flourished.  Of course we 
didn't let on how we engineered the DNA changes or how far we 
had taken the process.

We all kept out of the public eye.  Roger, Travis and I had 
to because we were non-human looking.  Lance was just barely 
human looking because of his extreme muscularity.  Had he 
wanted to, he could have taken every bodybuilding trophy in the 
world.  He did travel though, he loved having people idolize and 
worship his body, but he went where he wanted, when he wanted, 
and with whom he wanted.

Business was handled primarily through a board of 
directors, lawyers, of our medical laboratory that simply grew and 
packaged the viruses we produced in minute quantities in our home 
lab. We didn't introduce a new strain very often, it would evoke too 
many questions.  So we essentially had nothing to do except enjoy 
ourselves and watch the money roll in.  One could get used to it 
very easy. 

Roger, Travis and I were the only people on the estate.  The 
isolation and 12 foot high walls around the 50 acre grounds.  The 
main house was so big we really only used a couple of apartments 
worth of rooms.  Most of the house was unvisited for months at a 
time.  Dust was a problem and we sometimes wrote a date in the 
dust on a table just to see how infrequently we went there.  Every 
four months or so Lance would be home and would arrange for 
cleaners to come in and take care of all the housecleaning for all 
the buildings.  We also had any major repairs done during the two 
or three weeks he was around.  He was a wonderful organizer.

  Again, our transformations made it imperative that we not 
be seen by anybody.  The whole scheme of things to come 
depended on vast amounts of money and we couldn't risk too many 
questions before we were financially able to move the plan to 
phase two.  Phase one was to make money and make plans beyond 
phase two, and enjoy ourselves.

The letters, calls, faxes, and e-mail we got from Lance all 
indicated that he certainly was having fun.  Once in a while he'd 
send a coded message indicating a new idea to consider for the 
grand plan.  Travis, Roger and I had no difficulty enjoying 
ourselves.  The huge genitals we had saw to that.  We played all 
together or in pairs, or alone at least three or four times a day.  Sex 
was a part of our life.  We couldn't conceive of hostilities toward 
each other.  We never tired of play.  We could suppress it for a 
while to accomplish something that needed doing, but if time was 
available sex inevitably filled the gaps.

We actually were achieving progress with "The Plan".  
Phase one was in progress. Phase two was on paper, and Phase 
three was beginning to take shape in our minds.  Time was the 
problem though.  We expected phase two to take approximately 40 
years.  My visions were our basis for our timing estimates.  In 40 
years, I'd be almost 95,  Lance 113, and the two younger members 
of my species would be about 75.

We had to solve the DNA degradation problem. 
Somewhere in the next 10 years we needed to learn how to repair 
damaged DNA.  In effect a youth serum to keep us healthy enough 
to guide our plan for as long as we could.  A plan as grand as this 
would take hundreds of years to nurture until it matured and could 

survive on its own.  No one else could be trusted to see this 
through to the vision that I know must happen.  It was Destiny.  
Destiny is that which must happen.  In my grand vision I know that 
it had happened.  Everything that has happened was destiny.  The 
foggy illusion of time and space creates the paradox.  But I've seen 
beyond the veil.

The plan had revealed itself to me first, then the other two 
who had transformed into Minotaurs had lesser visions.  They saw 
the future for about four hundred years, and never did get the grand 
vision I achieved.  They had to believe in me.  Our visions agreed 
to the smallest details so they were confident that my future reality 
true and was in our hands for a while.  Furthermore, the images I 
saw beyond theirs were consistent with the path we were 
establishing for humanity.  All was coming to pass.

We didn't know what was going to cause the destruction of 
current human civilizations, but we did know it was going to 
happen about the year 2035.  We needed to be prepared.  A colony 
of transformed humans who shared our mutual eroticism and love 
for each other needed to be secure and safe from the ravages of the 
destruction which was coming. It would help if we knew what the 
destruction was.  Based on the almost instantaneous blacking out 
of the Earth in our visions, there were two primary causes that 
popped to mind first.  War or asteroid hit.

Since I was the only person we'd found who could properly 
control or "drive" the DNA mapper scanners by my mental 
imaging we were stuck with my abilities. Lance was always on the 
look out for another "driver".  Perhaps another mind would hold 
the answer to our DNA regeneration problem.

Slowly we selected new members for our species.  
Approached carefully they were recruited and transformed.  Once 
our intentions were fully known, they were committed.  We could 
not permit our presence to be known yet.  The memory of the two 
that rejected us still pains me, for I had to resolve the situation 
myself.  



About the year 2020 though, rumors had begun to spread 
about a cult of beasts hidden in the remote Himalayas.  Well the 
rumors were off by 10,000 miles but our presence was suspected.  
It wasn't long before Lance showed up with the first large group.  
He'd followed the rumors to Nepal and located a weird group of 
mis-informed devotees.  From the group of nearly 100 he selected 
30 and flew them back to the estate.



Construction of new housing soon became necessary.  
Eventually the estate had to be abandoned completely.  A new site 
called "Alpha" was chosen and prepared for the increasing tide of 
obsessed.  Like moths to a flame they came heedless of their fate. 
To enter "Alpha" was to leave the world of man forever.  The Plan 
was proceeding well.  The elements of a formula were adding up 
properly.  The solution offered by the Minotaur equation was at 
hand.



	Author's note:   I hope you enjoyed this trip into my fantasy.  This
	particular saga is great fun for me to write.  The story continues 
	in my head and some of it has been committed to paper.  Please, if
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		LeatherGryphon   (aka: - gryphon -)