Jack the Hammer: Supernatural Surprises

October 29, 2024

Jack the Hammer: Supernatural Surprises

Happy Halloween!

The Jack the Hammer series takes an outragrous and supernatural turn in this brand new chapter. Set immediately after the deaths of Trojan and Cody in part 1&2 of the Campus Kings kills, Jack does not hold back in destroying an entire group of muscle sluts in one sexy and horrific massacre. This chapter is again written by my good buddy Dissonant Murmur and with all stories on this site, they are NSFW, explicit and contain extreme horror and gore. They are purely fiction and we do not condone acting out anything contained within, in real life! If this is not your bag, do not continue.

Fitness Freaked

The murder of the university’s championship winning quarterback, Trojan, and his best friend, Cody, had sent the campus in an uproar. Everybody had a theory about what had happened. Gossips suggested Trojan had been paid off to throw a game but reneged on the deal. Others argued one of Trojan’s father’s enemies had arranged the killings because of some twisted business dispute. Another popular theory was one of Cody’s deranged admirers had killed the two in a jealous frenzy. Nobody seriously believed Jack the Hammer had returned. At least nobody did until notifications started popping up in apps, texts, and emails across campus. All the messages linked to a video on an anonymous file sharing site. The video started with a blinding light. The glare of harsh artificial bulbs filled the image before the camera was turned towards an unbelievably handsome face that was far too close.

“Hey, I’m Atlas,” said the face, and the college student’s rich, deep voice flowed like warm honey. The young man’s lightly tanned skin was as smooth as his voice. His light brown hair was painfully fashionable in the latest style as were the carefully plucked eyebrows above friendly blue-green eyes. High cheekbones gave him an almost high fashion model appearance. As the camera pulled out, viewers could see he was wearing a skintight white, sleeveless shirt and small blue shorts. Both pieces of clothing only accentuated rather than hid the large, tight muscles rippling across his sexy body. He looked exactly like what he was, one of thousands of young, fit, model handsome influencers who were all desperately seeking quick fame and fortune. Then the camera turned to Atlas’s left.

“I’m Rock,” said another amazingly good-looking teen. This young man had a more serious expression but cracked a grin when he said his name. Viewers could easily see how he got his nickname. The college stud’s big, rounded muscles looked like boulders hidden underneath his shirt and shorts. Compared to Atlas, his skin was darker due to the Honduran side of his family. His black hair was cut short and spiked. His square jaw would cause envy in many actors. His dark brown eyes drew in the viewer’s attention before anyone realized they were staring. However the appreciative trance was broken when the camera spins to Atlas’s right and tilted upwards a little.

“I’m Titan,” said the third equally stunning young man. He was a several inches taller than his companions at 6’10” and had muscles piled on top of muscles across his gigantic frame. He had pale skin with a wide smile of perfectly white teeth sparkling in the light. His open expression immediately made you want to trust him to be your friend and protector. His medium blond hair was the longest of the friends, his neatly cropped beard framed his powerful features, and his steely gray eyes were filled with the confidence of a man who had never really been afraid of anything in his life. He bounced his broad pecs for the audience, which strained against his shirt. The camera moved rightwards to another smiling face.

“I’m Jake,” said a fourth handsome man. The twenty year old’s light brown hair was wavy above his geek chic glasses. He looked like a porn star playing as an outrageously over-the-top film version of a college nerd complete with outfit, but his guileless brown eyes showed no signs of being anything more than an intelligent, attractive young man who was fanatically dedicated his studies and fitness. Jake had often rapidly rattled off facts about diet and exercise to viewers, but he was oblivious to the fact that many people only paid attention to how good he looked. His clothes were the least obscenely tight of all the guy’s, but the audience did not need to look hard to see how his muscles stretched out the shorts around his tight ass and big pecs.

“And I’m Zack,” said the beautiful fifth man with floppy blond hair after the camera tilted downwards to him. The athlete’s deep blue eyes burned with evangelizing zeal as he smiled at the viewers. Though he was the shortest of the group at 5’9”, his passionate expression always caught his audience’s attention. The devoted vegan claimed his scientifically proven diet was the reason for his clear skin and large muscles, but even he had to admit genetics had been responsible for his chiseled jaw and perfectly proportioned facial features, which he happily used to sell his lifestyle to his fans. His habits had left his abdominal muscles absolutely shredded with lean muscle to the point viewers could count his abs through his tight shirt with ease.

“And we’re the Fitness Freaks!” all five yelled together while Atlas held the camera out far enough to capture all five men hooting and slapping each other on the backs.

The five guys had been friends since high school where they quickly bonded over their shared obsession with fitness. They quickly gained a reputation as the experts on everything related to topics like exercise, diet, and skincare, which soon led to them putting out tips on social media. By the time they had graduated, the five had a modest but growing fan base across several sites. They had uploaded hours of videos of them cooking and working out and had also posted more than a few thirst traps and challenge fads that always seemed to involve an excuse for them to show off their incredible bodies. Now that all five were at least eighteen, they had even started “accidentally” giving fans glimpses of their asses or wore posing thongs which showed the outline of their massive sets of meats and potatoes.

In this video they were all wearing tight, white tank tops that left bare their big, muscular arms. The thin shirts were so stretched across their torsos that people could count their abs and see the rosy color of their nipples through the cotton material. Their tiny, dark blue shorts were little better at covering their assets. Viewers could easily notice they were all wearing thongs beneath the shorts, and both the shorts and thongs struggled under the pressure of their bubble butts and manly endowments. Both shirt and shorts were branded with their “Fitness Freaks” logos, which also served as the name for the gym Titan and Zack had started running last year.

“We’re here to stop you from getting those frightful freshmen fifteen,” Titan said as the video zooms closer to him before suddenly spinning over to Rock.

“Remember, gains through pains,” Rock intoned their slogan like a recitation from scripture.

“So today we’ve set up cameras all around this orientation event to show you what foods to AVOID,” Zack said as his smiling face dimples.

“And just as importantly, why you should avoid them,” Jake added with a more serious expression.

“That’s right, boys,” Atlas’s grinning face again fills the screen as he spoke. “We snuck into the university’s Welcome Back Bash to talk to you about why you should skip this garbage and focus on eating healthy foods instead.”

Atlas turned the camera around to show the huge tent they were inside. Then the view changed to show the space from various angles as seen by several remote cameras placed throughout the tent. Outlines of the university’s stallion mascot had been taped to the walls and tables. The tent had been decorated like a cross between a fairground and a tailgating party. Massive cooking devices were lined up in the back of the room behind the rows of serving tables. The industrial sized machines had been prepared to serve thousands of students tomorrow with fully stocked shelves, freezers, and jugs of cooking oil all lined up and ready for action. The view returned to that of the handheld camera and zoomed in on Rock as he stood in front of the enormous deep fat fryer.

“Deep fried foods might taste good, but they are also loaded in unhealthy junk like saturated and trans fats. That’s bad for your blood, your heart, and your rock hard abs,” Rock said the last part when he lifted up his shirt to display his tightly muscled eight pack. He shifted into an abdominal pose which made every inch of his tight body look as hard as steel.

“You’re right, Rock, and keeping your waistline in check isn’t going to be helped by eating lots of processed sugars either,” the camera turned towards Titan as he spoke from behind a huge cotton candy machine. Titan’s smile grew as he did a double bicep pose. The corded muscle flexed and bulged across every inch of the tall man’s long arms until his shirt ripped open at the shoulders. Titan merely grinned at the camera as he flexed even harder, and the damaged shirt ripped off and fell to the ground to leave the hugely muscled teen’s incredible torso bare.

“The same goes for chocolate fudge. All these garbage foods increase your risk of diabetes and are only empty calories. Not what you should eat if you want a strong, fit, and healthy body like this,” Jake warned in front of a fudge machine as he pushed out his thick pectorals and bounced them for the camera.

“And that does not even mention the ethical problems with using animal products. The only meat that should be in your body is the meat you grew yourself!” Zack said while standing beside a beef grinder attached to a conveyor belt. He was in a quarter turn pose to show off his thick thighs and rubbed his hard ten pack abs when he said the word “meat.”

“Right you are, Zack,” Atlas said as the camera returned its focus to him, but he was more distant this time after handing the camera over to Rock. “These things bad for animals and the environment, and if those are not reasons enough remember these waffles might look tempting, but think about how much time you need to work out to get rid of those calories. Just one large waffle with syrup takes over an hour on a treadmill to burn off, so you have to ask yourself if would you rather stuff your face with junk or would you rather look like this?”

Atlas pulled his shirt over his head and tucked it into his shorts. Then he lifted up his hands in a classic vacuum pose. He sucked in his already small waist and gave the camera a smug grin. The view emphasized the inverted pyramid shape his torso formed with his broad shoulders and thick pecs narrowing down to his rippling abdomen. Suddenly Atlas’s confident smile gave way to confusion. A loud “thud” could be heard from behind the camera. A surprised yell from what sounded like Zack was suddenly cut off.

“Shit! Jake, Rock, look out!” Atlas screamed and pointed in the camera’s direction before the image tilted sideways. Another, louder impact was immediately followed by the view falling to the ground. The picture broke up into pixelated static before the image was restored. A hulking man who dwarfed even Titan had grabbed Atlas by the neck and was squeezing his throat. The shirtless teen’s fist was pounding his attacker’s arms, but the blows did not seem to accomplish anything at all. Seconds later Atlas slumped unconscious, and the newcomer laid out the muscular youth on a table. The stranger turned around and picked up the camera, which allowed the viewers a clear picture of a burn scarred face with malevolent eyes. Then the image went black.

When the video resumed, some time must have passed. Nobody could tell exactly how long, but Atlas was awake. They were sitting on top of the tables. More importantly, all five had been stripped down to only their thongs. Their legs were spread out, which allowed the camera to stare directly at the massive bulges resting between the boy’s huge thighs. What was left of their branded shirts and shorts were pinned to the tent ceiling above them. All five had their hands tied behind them by what appeared to be frozen dough. Similarly their feet had been tied to the table legs. All were swearing and struggling to get free, but the man who had captured them was ignoring their efforts.

The figure who looked exactly like someone wearing a Halloween costume of the legendary murderer Jack the Hammer appeared and looked into the camera lens. He adjusted the camera and moved away to finish up some project that could not be clearly seen from this angle. Jack turned towards his captives. Now the camera could see the killer was holding a knife. The tall, blond Titan was nearest, so Jack stopped besides him first. Jack stood to the side in a way obviously intended to let the viewers see exactly what was happening.

“Let us go! You cannot do this!” Titan was yelling and pulling as far from the killer as possible, but instead of stabbing the fit stud, Jack put the knife underneath Titan’s thong and pulled up. The overburdened material was easy to cut, and the young influencer’s massive cock and balls fell out onto the table.

Every day people made requests for the young men to make an account at an adults only site to share more risque images, but they had refused so far. They were happy to tease but were also worried about losing sponsorship deals if they ever went too far. Embarrassing their families had been another concern. However they had enjoyed the compliments and the extra money that poured in whenever they let fans get a glimpse of what they were packing. Unbeknownst to them, Jack had come across their teasing pics and decided they needed to be punished for hinting at the goods without intending to ever deliver. The students looked at the unblinking camera in unison when Titan’s thong came free. Together they realized Jack was going to give their fans an unforgettable show.

Titan’s pale skin was already turning red in anger but now his flush deepened with embarrassment at having his prick exposed to the camera against his will. His neatly trimmed pubic hair did nothing to hide his massive manhood and similarly proportioned balls. The giant blond’s cock was the longest of the friends, and Jack lifted up his manhood for the camera’s inspection. Despite his anger and fear, Titan’s cock plumped a little in Jack’s hand, which made the killer chuckle before he moved on to expose Rock. The snarling teen’s body looked as toughly shaped as his namesake with every muscle group seemingly carved from stone. Rock stared at Jack with murder in his eyes, but the thickly muscled teen only helped show off his great body by straining against his bonds. Rock’s dick was even thicker if shorter than his blond friend’s when Jack tore off the darker skinned hunk’s posing thong. Jack tweaked Rock’s nipples on the tough man’s dense pecs, and the killer laughed at Rock’s increasingly loud curses.

“Fuck you. What kind of sicko are you?” Rock screamed, but Jack ignored him.

“We can work out a deal,” Jake said when he realized he was next. “We’ve got money, girls, guys, whatever we can hook you up with.”

Jack paid no more attention to Jake’s attempts at negotiation than he did to Rock and Titan’s threats. Instead the killer noticed how Jake’s geeky glasses looked even more absurd now that the college student was nearly naked. The large, lean muscles of his strapping form shivered in fear. The camera could easily see his ten pack abs heaving in panic as he tried to think of some way to escape. When revealed, his pink dick uncurled from the torn thong right into Jack’s hand. The killer admired the thick organ, which Jake had claimed in some of his videos had never been used to fuck. Jake’s brown eyes grew even wider as Jack’s fingers teased the handsome student’s thick cockhead for the camera, but he released a sigh of relief when Jack moved on to Zack.

“Just let us go, dude. We don’t want anything to do with whatever you’ve got against this school or the football team or any of this other shit,” Zack pleaded.

The shorter blond’s body was already getting sweaty, which further highlighted the vegan’s chiseled muscles. Another quick slice of the blade revealed a cock that even soft was already huge. Zack closed his eyes and started murmuring, though whether it was a prayer or plea for mercy could not be heard by the camera’s mic. Jack grabbed Zack’s huge thighs and spread them out further so viewers could get an unimpeded look at the young man’s generous endowments and curves of his thickly muscled bubble butt. Despite instinctively trying to close his legs, Zack hung his head in shame as he realized there was nothing he could do to cover up. Then Jack stripped Atlas naked.

“Hey, Jack or whoever you are. My friends are right. Just let us go, and we’ll call things even, okay? We’ll pay you or lure some of gym customers somewhere where you can fuck and kill them. That would be better, yeah? A steady supply of young, sexy, college studs for you. You would never need to hunt anybody down ever again!” Atlas’s mind spun as he tried to figure out some angle that would appeal to the impossible figure before him.

With a flick of Jack’s knife, the “face” of the show had all of his natural talents on display. His balanced muscular proportions would easily be worthy of gracing fitness magazines and websites, but now his audience could see the testosterone factories that had helped him grow those incredible muscles. His big dick was middling among his friend’s in size, longer though thinner than Zack’s and Jake’s, but Atlas was carrying the biggest set of balls of them all. The handsome influencer’s smooth shaved ballsack held a pair of orbs a bull would be proud of. Jack stepped off screen and allowed the camera get a good, long look at the naked hunks. With their legs tied in such a spread out position, there was no hiding the goods from their fans anymore, but Jack was only starting the show. The murderer reappeared with a long, clear tubes. The tubes connected to a nearby soda machine pump, and without warning Jack grabbed Atlas’s prick and stuffed the tube’s end deep into fitness stud’s big dick.

“Oh, fuck!” Atlas yelped as he felt the tube being forced deep into his meat. His handsome features twisted in pain and fear while he begged. “Please, let us go, man. We didn’t do anything to you or anybody else! Shit, this is embarrassing. You can keep the camera, the video, whatever you want. We can give you more money or all kinds of other shit. We’ll even give you nudes, jerk off, whatever. We can get some kind of deal, right? Just tell us what you wa...”

Atlas’s pleas were ignored as Jack toyed with the model handsome man’s dick. Satisfied that the tube would not come out from either end no matter how much Atlas struggled, Jack moved over to Rock to repeat the process. Rock never begged. Instead his string of curses and threats only increased in volume when Jack pumped the muscle teen’s thick cock enough for the tube to slide deep into the enraged man’s semi-erect dick. Rock’s angry tirades stopped when Jack shoved a giant lollipop into his mouth. Enjoying the relative quiet, Jack started with Titan.

“You think you can get away with this, you fucking monster? The whole school’s going to be after you. Hell, the whole city. The state! The FBI! You’re so fucking dead. If I don’t kill you, someone else will. You’re going to wish y…” Titan’s voice continued unimpeded as Jack merely strung a tube down his long shaft.

“Please, sir, there must be something we can offer you. You can’t really want to hurt us! We never did anything to you,” Jake tried to reason with Jack while the killer ensured the hunky nerd’s tube slid deep into the young man’s cock.

“This isn’t right! You know that. Cruelty is wrong to all living things. There is no…” on and on Zack prattled to the point Jack was tempted to just gag the vegan to stop all the platitudes spewing from the handsome stud’s lips, but Jack knew the shorter blond would change his tune soon enough.

Finally Jack turned to the camera and spoke in a raspy, menacing voice that seemed to emerge from hell itself.

“Our dear audience, these handsome young studs have wasted years of their lives on foolish vanity. Instead of truly focusing on being stronger, on being better, they focused on fame. On whoring themselves out without even the decency of giving us what whores owe. Today I collect their price. They sold image over substance. They sold endurance without suffering. They sold manhood without manliness. They sold sexuality without sex. They sold strength without power. They sold fads without meaning. No more. Tonight I will show you their truth, and we start with the one who led them astray. The false prophet himself, Professor Storm!”

With a theatrical bow, Jack stepped away as a spotlight turned on to reveal a struggling man bound to a spitroast behind the five men. The thirty six year old professor usually kept his wavy black hair neatly styled. His gorgeous green eyes usually brimmed with confidence during his lectures. His scientifically honed body was usually outfitted in tight trousers and smartly cut shirts that tastefully highlighted the rippling muscles decades of exacting diet and determined strength training had built. Tonight his hair was a mess, his fearful green eyes darted between his students and the killer, and his superheroically proportioned body was completely nude. The hard muscles built from decades of weight training strained fruitlessly against his bonds, and the big bulge usually hidden in his tight pants was now in full view of both his students and the cameras. Storm’s gagged mouth prevented his angry yells from being heard, but nothing kept the in-person and video audiences from seeing the thick set of cock and balls swinging between his muscular thighs. As with his students, a tube was connected his big dick. The tube ran besides his body towards his feet before entering a swiveling holder attached to spitroast and dropping down to the soda machine.

“The professor here has fed these young men a diet of lies, so tonight I shall return the product of those lies to their origin,” Jack said just before slamming a power circuit closed. Professor Storm screamed as best he could into his gagged mouth as he started slowly spinning above a heating element that was beginning to glow red. Below him his students were also making new noises, and the professor soon found out why. The tubes stuck down their dicks had begun vibrating as the powerful soda machine’s pumps went to work. Deep in their bodies, the tube’s ends were twisting and turning in their prostates. The constant vibration and suction stimulated their sensitive organs in ways the virile men had never experienced before, and in seconds all six men’s cocks starting growing. The unblinking camera captured it all in crystal clear 8K definition.

All the handsome, strong hunks were sweating now, especially the professor in the rotisserie. They were all fully hard. Each man’s twelve or more inch cock was erect and generously leaking precum into the tubes. The milky white liquid was quickly collected by the pump, which was hungry for more. Atlas tried to twist away in shame as his cock started pulsing in a growing need to release its load. Rock gritted his teeth in futile resistance as his body shuddered involuntarily from desire and anger. Titan stared at Jack as if he could will the murderer to release them before his towering manhood detonated. Jake closed his eyes in the vain hope of willing his cock to behave despite the amazing feelings coming from deep inside his body. Zack kept begging for mercy even as his traitorous dick became more and more distracting. Storm thrashed and kicked, but every time his front turned towards the camera, the studly professor’s cock was just as stiff and needy as his students’ owns cocks.

The camera caught everything. The groups fans, new and old, could see what many had never expected to see outside their wildest dreams. The Fitness Freaks and their professor were about to cum. The anger and fear on their faces soon became mixed with other emotions. Muscular chests heaved as their breathing increased. Strong legs strained for a different kind of freedom. Their hips made abortive thrusts as best they could with the legs bound. Their large orbs bounced against the table with each shallow thrust as the students’ desire to cum started to overwhelm their need for freedom. Eyes glazed over, jaws hung slack, and pleas for freedom transformed into gasps of pleasure.

Jake came first. With a groan of defeat mixed with relief, Jake opened his eyes to watch a thick stream of hot, white seed being suctioned out of his dick, and like that the floodgates opened. Zack and Titan came together. Zack’s thicker load emerged in several short blasts while Titan’s thinner cum poured out in longer streams. Atlas’s handsome face twisted in ecstasy as his dick finally surrendered huge loads of cream, and Rock yelled in rage even while his manhood shot off like never before in his life. Professor Storm shook like a leaf in a storm, but no amount of shaking could hide the thick white load his throbbing prick blasted into the tube. The merciless machine sucked up every drop and kept on going.

“Do you see how easily they give up? How quickly their need to live gives way to their need to get off?” Jack asked as he walked behind the students towards the soda machine. “They denied you their sexual potency because they lacked the ability to truly control it. Like in the rest of their useless, wasted lives, they talked a big game, but they could never really deliver. Not until now at least. Not until I remake them into what they really are. The things they hated reminded them of their true natures, so tonight we will let them explore their real selves.”

Jack stopped in front of the soda machine, whose flashy display helpfully recorded the men’s outputs. No viewer was surprised to see Atlas’s huge balls had produced the most. One by one Jack had the machine dispense some of each men’s cream into a cup and tasted the result. He swirled the cum around in his mouth like a sommelier and looked thoughtfully in the distance. All the while the six captive men kept struggling. Their cocks never softened and from their motions viewers could tell they would soon cum again.

“Yes,” the killer said at last. “Just as I expected. You are all exactly what you appear to be.”

With a flick of his hands, the tubes connected to all but Jake’s dick withdrew, and in an astonishing blur of speed, Jack appeared before Jake and jabbed a needle deep into the nerdish hunk’s balls. The shocked twenty year old barely had time to realize what was going on before an anguished scream was ripped from his mouth as he felt an incredible burning sensation in his orbs. He did not notice that his dick alone remained connected to the soda dispenser.

“Jake, for all your intelligence, you never learned wisdom. Nature blessed you with incredible virility that you never used. You never used this body nor this cock for anything beyond inane babble. Since you found neither lover to please nor child to create, you shall offer your body and seed for useful service while casting off the intelligence which you used so wastefully,” Jack smacked Jake’s balls, which squirmed unnaturally on the table.

“Titan,” Jack stepped up to the tallest student who was already grunting out a second load as the killer spoke. “You were blessed with stature above most others, yet you never truly led, grew, or took charge of your life. You took the easy path, the path which appeared a short, sweet route to success. So shall you tonight continue down that road before these witnesses.”

As Jack spoke those words, he lifted Titan up by the neck as if the tall, heavily muscled student weighed nothing. He threw Titan into a taffy puller that immediately turned on. Titan’s limbs were immediately captured by the taffy machine and pulled away, so he was stretched out like on a medieval torture rack.

“Zach, you preached kindness but truly only sought self-aggrandizement. You enjoyed feeling superior to others. You never used your strong form to aid others or to benefit the world. Instead you focused on looking good, being praised by others, and preying on idealistic young women. As you reshaped the truth to whatever form was convenient for you at the time, so you shall be reshaped yourself.”

The shorter blond had been constantly shaking his head in denial during Jack’s speech, but the killer paid him no mind. Instead his handsome body was tossed into a massive bowl that began slowly spinning around and around.

“Rock, you call yourself tough, but you never knew the meaning of the word. You left leadership to Atlas, you left learning to Jake, you left earning money to Titan, you left talking to Zack. Your hard outside has always been a cover for your weak inside. Tonight you shall show the world what you are really made of.”

Jack freed Rock and carried the thickly muscled young man over to a kneading machine, which scooped up the struggling fitness stud and began continuously turning him over.

“Atlas, you consider yourself the leader, but you never led. You followed fads, copied others, never left the well trod road. You had the looks, the talent, and the body to make your own way, but you never tried. You yearned for the necessary pressure which would allow you to grow and succeed, but you always shied away at the last moment. I shall ensure you have the test you need to show your worth.”

Atlas yelled in fear as Jack threw him into a giant container of flour.

“Now, dear viewers, let the revelations commence,” Jack smiled in an expression that showed teeth far too numerous and sharp to be completely human.

Atlas’s struggling body rolled across the finely ground flour, which soon covered Atlas’s sweaty body. The handsome student was more worried about escaping than the flour, but the powdery stuff coated and stuck to every inch of his body. His strong hands gripped the edge of the bin, but the sweat and flour made his grip too slippery. Instead of pulling himself out, Atlas was shocked by falling straight down into the flour. He raised his head and coughed out a cloud of flour while his naked body sunk deeper. His muscles twisted across his back, arms, and legs as he pushed himself up. His still hard dick was caked with flour where his leaking cum had merged with the powder. With a frustrated roar, Atlas jumped as high as he could in the hopes of getting high enough to pull himself over the edge. He almost fell back in when he came face to face with Jack.

“You aren’t going to wiggle your way out of this one, Atlas. That handsome face and hot body of yours have gotten you out of trouble for the last time,” Jack said and threw Atlas back into the bin.

Meanwhile, the taffy machine continued to pull on Titan’s arms and legs. The tall man’s muscular body strained and sweated in the artificial light, as Titan struggled against the machine’s constant pressure. The cameras captured how magnificent his huge, sweaty muscles looked under the bright artificial lights. His big arms and legs flexed at their maximum against the machine’s pull, but still the camera’s mic could pick up the sounds of his cracking joints.

“Oh, that won’t do, Titan,” Jack said as he stopped besides the big student. “At this rate your long cock won’t keep up with your new height. Let’s fix that.”

Titan screamed as Jack grabbed the fitness stud’s dripping, floppy dick and pulled attached another of the taffy machine’s hanging arms. Titan’s screams went even higher as the machine quickly yanked up on his dick until it was stretched out tightly from his body. Titan attempted to raise his hips to relieve the pressure, but the machine kept his limbs tightly clasped no matter how much the muscular youth strained and twisted. Rivers of sweat ran across his body as he was slowly but relentlessly stretched outward.

“I’ve got to handle your friends, but don’t worry, Titan. I’ll be back to check on your progress later,” Jack ruffled Titan’s long blond hair before disappearing.

On the table, Jake’s balls had grown larger. While the fitness nerd watched, his balls shuddered and squirmed while slowly getting bigger and bigger. Jake screamed as another orgasm took him by surprise. The muscled student fucked the air as more of his cum was slurped up the tube. He had not yet noticed that his balls were not the only thing that was growing. His cock had already shot up another inch in length. His pecs were even broader than before. The muscles along his legs and arms had grown as well. Usually the observant Jake would have found these changes obvious, but each time Jake came his brain changed too. Each orgasm rewired his mind to focus on how good it felt to cum. Everything else was a distant second in priority. Jake just wanted to feel good, and so he did.

“You’d better drink up, champ,” Jack appeared besides the young man with a large tube piped in from above. “These nutrients will help keep you hydrated and healthy while you work out those growing muscles.”

“I shouldn’t… I don’t want… Oh, oh, God, yes,” Jake barely managed to speak. He felt this was wrong. He surely should not be trusting this person or whatever strange substance they were offering, but at the same time he was feeling pretty good right now. Wasn’t this guy the one who had done that for him? A part of Jake screamed out that he hated Jack. That he should get away from the killer. That he should reject anything this mythic being offered. However that part of him shrank a bit as Jake came again. While the orgasm rolled through expanding muscles, Jake realized he was very thirsty. He took the offered nipple and started gulping the bittersweet drink.

Rock’s tough body was being steady worked over by the kneading machine. Normally the machine would warm bread dough through constant turning and twisting, but Rock’s sturdier form did not give in so easily.

“Rock,” Jack appeared besides Rock who screamed in terror. “You look like you need a break. Let me help you out.”

Rock tried to punch Jack, but the kneading machine twisted him back onto his butt before his fist could connect with anything more than air. However Jack managed to grab Rock by the leg. Rock’s head bashed against the machine until Jack stopped the machine’s arms and dragged the dazed stud halfway out of its clutches. Jack draped Rock’s legs out and left Rock’s bleeding face resting against the machine.

“You’ve got such a nice ass, Rock,” Jack said as he stroked Rock’s well-muscled buttocks. “It’d be a shame to let you die without fucking that tight hole of yours.”

Rock was still too dazed to really understand Jack’s words, but he understood Jack’s huge cock slamming its way deep into his unprepared ass. Rock yelled in agony, and his muscular arms and legs kicked and twisted. However there was nowhere for the arrogant young man’s hands to grab across the slick machine’s surface, and the machine kept Rock’s arms pulled back, which meant Jack had no problem keeping his prey firmly in place as the killer starting fucking the tough fitness hunk. Rock’s tight ass felt heavenly on Jack’s prick while Rock screamed and struggled futilely. The metal arms dug into Rock’s hard abs while Jack’s fucking became faster and faster. Bruises broke out as Rock’s hard muscles were beaten into the stainless steel. With with raspy grunt, Jack came, and Rock screamed as the killer’s hot load felt like a pressure washer had been left running in his guts.

“Not the glazing I had first planned,” Jack laughed as he pulled out and blasted the last of his load around Rock’s gaping asshole. “However this is a good start.”

Rock started sobbing quietly as Jack smeared the thick cum around Rock’s worn out hole.

Zack tried to clamber out of the bowl, but as soon as he got to his feet, the bowl began to spin. Zack fell flat on his thickly muscled ass as the bowl rotated around and around. The naked man attempted to get up again, and suddenly the bowl reversed directions. Zack was tossed onto his stomach. He cursed in pain as his hardon was squished against the unforgiving stainless steel. With an angry growl, he pushed himself up and immediately was spun into the side of the bowl. No matter how much force he put into his sturdy legs, Zack could not keep his balance. The sexy vegan was spun around and around, and no matter how hard he tried, Zack never could find a way to use his big muscles to climb out. Instead the personal trainer kept being thrown about with no end in sight.

“How’re you doing in there?” Jack asked Zack as the killer looked down into the bowl.

“Fuck you! When I get out…” Zack’s threat was interrupted by Jack spinning the bowl. Jack admired the hunky young man’s muscular build while the cursing young man tried to push off the bowl. Jack wondered if he had time to fuck the personal trainer’s fat bubble butt right then, but then he decided to save that honor for someone else. Instead he watched Zack struggle. Despite all his strength, Zack could never quite compensate for the motion enough to avoid being tossed about.

“Oh, don’t worry, Zack. I’ll let you out soon enough, but first, let’s get some ingredients together. I feel like some fudge. I’ve got the sweet chocolate, your friend Jake has provided us with plenty of hot cream, and you can provide the nuts,” Jack laughed and Zack howled when Jack slammed the end of a large wooden spoon into Zack’s ballsack.

Zack was dry heaving when he heard a rumble from above. He glanced up just in time to see three spouts open up. He put up his thickly muscled arms and felt Jake’s warm cum spewing into the bowl. The sweet smelling load splattered everywhere, so Zack had nowhere to hide. He stood up and moved to the side, but Jack switched the bowl back on. Zack fell headfirst into Jake’s fresh cum and immediately pulled his head out and started spitting out the thick cream. Then he started screaming as scalding hot chocolate started pouring onto his back. Finally, the last spout opened, and from the smell along Zack could tell the killer had added dark red blood to the mix.

Jack returned to Atlas and opened the chute above Atlas’s bin, which released a flood of Jake’s freshly produced seed. Atlas tried to clamber away from the middle, but all his struggles achieved was to help mix the flour and cum into a thick batter. In seconds Atlas felt like he was trapped in quicksand. No matter how much his muscular body struggled, the heavy mixture barely allowed him to move at all. The batter stuck to every part of his body until only his eyes and mouth were visible. The batter steadily grew even thicker. Atlas looked like a plaster statue of his previous self. His big muscles were obvious even under the drying batter, but they were deformed versions of themselves. He looked like an exaggerated, steroid abusing bodybuilder more than the trim, fresh-faced model he had seemed to be earlier. His big dick and even bigger balls looked like a parody of overdone masculinity. Only the steady dripping from his oversized prick indicated a real cock was inside the thick tube of slowly oozing batter jutting from Atlas’s groin. The student’s huge balls looked more like an artist’s impression of an obscenely shaped golem’s orbs than a human being’s.

“Good, Atlas. Very good. I think you’re ready to go,” Jack said and pulled a lever.

Atlas mumbled a protest as the bin turned onto its side and dumped Atlas and all the batter onto a giant waffle iron grill. The panicked young man screamed and tried to get off the metal surface, but the sticky batter kept him stuck to the grill like a trapped bug on fly paper. Every movement was incredibly slow and took all his strength, and even then he could barely manage to move a centimeter or two. With a click, the grill came to life.

Titan’s muscular body was no more massive than he used to be, but he was even taller. The already big man had been stretched out until he was almost ten feet in height. His strong form looked like a funhouse mirror version of the one with which he had entered the tent. His large muscles had been pulled out with his limbs until he was left far more lean build than the stacked fitness model hunk he usually would see in the mirror. Titan’s arms and legs were still corded with muscle, but those muscles had been elongated. Even his thick pecs and carved abs were stretched out until they looked like something you would see on a fit skater’s or dedicated swimmer’s build instead of a hugely muscled stud. Unfortunately for him, his cock was even bigger. Titan’s once long cock was now almost as long as Titan had been. The five feet of dick had been stretched nearly as thin as a drinking straw, which delighted Jack as he released the sobbing Titan’s dick and started stuffing the student’s manhood into Titan’s asshole.

“This should cheer you up!” Jack said, as Titan moaned in pain while Jack shoved foot after foot of Titan’s mishappened cock into the warped young man’s ass. Despite its new thinness, Titan’s cock was equally as massive as it had been, so Titan shuddered in pain while Jack patiently continued until every possible inch of Titan’s oversized cock was stuffed into the stretched out student’s body. The student’s narrow cock looked laughably tiny as it ran under Titan’s large balls then up between the stretched out muscles of Titan’s butt.

Jake was nearly twice the man he once was. Before entering the tent, the fitness nerd had weighed 255 pounds. Since then his muscle mass had almost doubled. While Jake had grown taller, the cameras could easily see most of the growth had come from the once solid musculature across his body expanding to gigantic proportions. His arms and legs bulged to widths of some people’s chests, and Jake’s chest had grown even larger. Only the incredible strength and density of his striated muscles kept the twenty year old’s vast pectorals from hanging down like cow udders. Instead the huge chest mounds jutted out horizontally without wavering. The young man’s formerly average sized nipples had expanded into big, sensitive nubs that were larger than most men’s cockheads. The abdominal sections in Jake’s ten pack abs looked like ten metal plates had been inserted beneath his golden skin. His cock had grown to over two feet in length with more girth to match, and his balls were the size of small melons.

And Jake never stopped cumming. Sometimes the pleasure would reach a new peak and Jake’s cock would pump at a higher volume before both sensation and output dropped lower, but the mind destroying ecstasy never completely stopped. The tube continuously sucked out load after load from the formerly intelligent student who now was hopelessly addicted to orgasming.

“Thank you, Jake, for all the milk you have produced for us, but we also need you to provide something else this evening. It’ll feel even better than this old soda machine,” Jack said while disconnecting Jake’s cock from the milking device.

“Ooohhh,” Jake sighed when the killer slowly stroked the monstrous cock the student had grown. “YEAH! I wanna feel good! Feel good! FEEL GOOD!”

Jake’s cock was still cumming nonstop, but Jack’s touch had triggered bigger geyser of unbelievably thick seed to splatter across the floor.

“And you are a virgin. You’ve never fucked anything before, have you?” Jack asked while still admiring the student’s enhanced manhood.

“No,” Jake looked away shyly. His geeky glasses looked even more absurd with his nearly vacant expression. “Too busy to play.”

“Well, a big bull like yourself should be able to feel good, right? It feels good to feel good, and fucking is the best good feeling you can feel,” Jack said as Jake nodded in starry eyed wonder. “But I’m afraid you’re too big for anybody. You’d kill someone with this thing. Your meat’s a lethal weapon, kid.”

Jake looked like he was about the cry. The usually intelligent eyes grew wide and teary. He thought about how he would never be able to fuck despite how big and strong he was, and the idea seemed like the greatest possible injustice in the world. The camera’s microphone could even pick up little sniffles coming from the enormous man.

“Oh, don’t be sad, Jake. Your friend Jack is going to help you out. That’s what friends are for, right? Follow me!” Jack smiled and grabbed the nutrient hose from its hanging rack and walked over to a machine to the back of the tent. The gleaming stainless steel and glass encasement had a massive opening chute at knee height. The camera could barely make out countless little glints of reflected light deeper inside the machine. While his friends screamed for Jake to stop, to free them, to run for his life, and to go get help, Jake lumbered after his new and bestest friend who had made him feel so good tonight. His gigantic balls churned with need despite the uninterrupted trail of thick cumslop his spurting cock left behind.

“Here we go, champ!” Jack chatted playfully and smacked the dimwitted student across the young man’s incredibly broad shoulders. “This was built specifically to handle a full-sized bull. Works their meat like nothing else. Now it might tickle a little, but a big, strong stud like you can handle that. Go ahead and try it out.”

Jake looked into the machine and could not help the shiver of fear that ran through his hulking form. He was pretty sure you did not want to put anything important among all those little sharp spinning things, but he dimly recalled he did not like it at first when his new friend had injected something into his balls and hooked him up to that other machine. He really, really liked those things now, and his friend promised this would be even better. With new confidence and a big grin, Jake guided his over three feet of dick into the machine.

Jake began constantly humping the meat grinding machine. Though the experience had hurt, his friend had not lied to him. It also felt great! The muscle beast Jake had become was rutting his dick into the machine as deep as he could while still holding on to the frame with his large hands. Jake’s monstrously muscled body slammed his cock into the machine where the rapidly twisting blades sliced off thick chunks. Every time Jake pulled his dick back out, his dick would heal even bigger and stronger than before. His constant cumming and bleeding lubricated the blades until their touch almost felt like loving caresses, yet he still wanted more.

“If you like having just the tip inside, won’t you like feeding it your whole dick even more?” Jack said before smacking Jake’s huge glutes.

Jake kept drinking from his nutrient tube but must have heard the killer’s encouragement because the monstrously built student began fucking the machine even harder. His bowling ball sized cum factories spilled over into the grinding machine where the blades began slicing into the sensitive organs. More blood and cum ran down into the greedy maw, yet Jake pushed himself deeper inside. He braced his huge arms and legs on the outside of the opening and fucked hard and fast. The equally oversized muscles of his chest had expanded so much that they too were pushed into the opening. The blades started carving out chunks from the student’s massive pecs and thick abdominals, but Jake only moaned in pleasure as his body healed from each gouging stroke. The newly reformed fleshed felt even stronger and more sensitive than before, and Jake came harder than ever. Thick cum, hot blood, and shredded muscle flooded the machine’s innards until the metal groaned in protest and blades slowed to catch up with the vast quantities of material being fed into them. The machine growled like a frustrated animal as it churned through the massive amount Jake was feeding it.

“I make a BIG cummy!” Jake cheerfully yelled at his friends before quickly latching his lips onto the nutrient tube. His body was rapidly consuming resources, so he felt constantly thirsty. However Jake did not understand or care. All he knew was fucking felt good and made him want more. The massively muscled and incredibly dumb bull he had become only cared about cumming as much as he could. Meanwhile bits of ground meat started emerging from the machine onto the conveyor belt. The thick patties of cum marbled beef seemed perfectly formed for grilling, which was exactly what Jack planned to do with the first batch.

Rock was barely conscious from his mind blasting rape by Jack’s huge dick, but he recognized the killer’s return with a moan of fear. Jack’s load was still leaking from his red asshole.

“Yeah, I knew your toughness was skin deep, Rock. I’m doing you a favor, honestly. Just think how disappointed people would be once you got out in the real world and you fucked things up. How many people who depend on you would be let down by your weakness?” Jack asked as he picked up Rock and carried the fitness hunk over to a prep station.

Rock shivered in fear and pain. His masculine, athletic body looked as strong as ever with his rippling muscles only showing some bruising from his recent experience, but the cameras could see Rock’s terrified eyes. Rock’s handsome, bloody face was streaked with tears. The tough muscle stud was beaten mentally well before his body had reached its limit.

“Better to find out now than later, Rock. Now it is time for you to give up the discipline that fooled you into believing you were strong. As soon as your body matches your true self, you’ll be free,” Jack grabbed a tube from a giant container of fruit jelly and stuffed it down Rock’s throat. Immediately Rock started gagging as the sickeningly sweet jelly started pouring into his mouth.

The hot chocolate mixed with Jake’s cum and gallons of animal blood in the rapidly filling bowl. The dark, thick mixture burned his flesh. His once beautifully tan skin peeled and bubbled. Zack tried to squeeze closed his eyes to protect his deep blue orbs, but the hot liquid managed to work its way into his eyes, ears, nose, mouth, and ass. The burning heat flooded his body from every available opening. Zack’s muscular body shuddered and twisted, but the relief of death never came. Instead the pain grew.

He reached out with an arm in a plea for mercy but was horrified to feel his arm collapse back into the chocolate. Not that his arm collapsed in the sense of his muscles giving way. No, his arm literally melted into chocolate and fell back into the middle of the bowl. Zack opened his eyes in shock and could not understand what he was seeing. In the distorted mirror of the stainless steel bowl, his face appeared to be shaped as it had been. He could see his chiseled jawline and handsome features. His short, floppy hair remained intact. Even his eyes were still there. However he was chocolate. His once blue eyes were chocolate orbs, his blond hair had become stringy chocolate, and as his jaw dropped in shock, Zack could see even his teeth and tongue were the same. Every inch of him had been transformed into chocolate fudge, and while he watched, Zack’s face started melting.

Zack experimented with his new form. He could keep his human shape if he concentrated. The feeling was similar to flexing a muscle. A little thought and effort allowed him to raise his arm into the air. Despite being fudge, his right arm looked like it had earlier. He could even see tiny chocolate hairs and feel the air as if he still had normal skin. The sharply defined muscles running across his arm looked as strong as ever, but if he lost concentration, his arm would slowly start to melt into the hot mixture.

“Oh, I see you’re figuring things out. Maybe I underestimated your intelligence after all, Zack,” Jack again appeared over the bowl’s edge.

Acting on pure instinct, Zack lunged at the killer. The shape of his body emerged from the chocolate. His naked body rose from the surface as if he still wore normal flesh. His muscular chest expanded with an angry breath. His thickly muscled arm flexed to throw a punch. Even his thick cock and balls reshaped themselves into their old form while his strong thighs grew from the liquid. Other than their rich brown coloration, Zack’s highly developed muscles looked as big and capable as they had ever been, so Zack was shocked yet again when Jack caught Zack’s thrown punch and twisted Zach’s arm off. Zack fell backward in pain as Jack bit into the large bicep muscle still attached to Zack’s stolen arm. The pain of Jack’s teeth felt no different than the pain Zack would have felt if someone had bit into his former body.

“Oh, that’s good, Zack. Who knew you could be so sweet?” Jack laughed before his teeth tore off another chunk of fudge.

“I’m going to rip your head off, you sick fucker!” Zack screamed and gritted his teeth against the pain. However he found his arm had reformed even though Jack was still eating from the arm Jack had torn free. He realized then that he was all of the fudge. He had been so focused on maintaining his human shape that he had not understood he could feel himself in every ounce of the hot liquid. Again Zack rose from the liquid… and so did Zack… and so did a third Zack. Together the three nude muscle men attacked Jack, but however much those bodies looked like Zack, the hard musculature of his tightly defined body were now in fact made of fudge.

Jack punched a hand right through one of Zack’s thick pectorals and ripped out the beating heart. Both heart and body staggered in pain and quickly melted back into the bowl. Zack’s other two bodies also yelled in pain and anger while punching Jack with all their might. The soft fudge of Zack’s body gave way against Jack’s real flesh. Jack chopped off the head of one of Zack’s bodies before stabbing his wooden spoon deep into the last body’s seemingly hard muscled abs. Zack bent over in agony as Jack ripped out the spoon, which also took out a large spoonful of chocolate intestines.

Jack brought up the spoon to his mouth, swallowed a mouthful of the rich chocolate, and said, “Cooking nicely, but it could use a bit more salt.”

An enraged Zack once again rose up with four bodies this time. The fudge dropped to almost nothing but a puddle as Zack put all his effort into keeping together his new bodies, and Jack immediately grabbed one body and tossed it into another. The two slammed together with enough force to merge together and slump down into unformed fudge. Then Jack tripped another one of Zack’s bodies, which made him fall face down into the fudge. Zack’s last standing body snarled in fury and prepared to throw himself at Jack when the killer said, “Stop.”

Zack froze where he was with his muscles bunched in readiness to pounce. An infuriated expression twisted his usually handsome face. Jack took a second to run his eyes over the two remaining bodies, which provided an unusual opportunity to enjoy both the front and back view at once.

“Did you really think I would unleash a magic I could not control?” Jack asked to Zack’s unmoving body. “Kneel then jerk off. I want to see how much salt your new cum will add to the recipe.”

Zack’s angry expression never changed, but his body quickly knelt. His hand came up and grabbed his prick and started stroking his chocolate manhood. However no matter how he tried, his cock refused to fully harden. Usually the horny stud would have no trouble getting hard. He teamed up with Titan to score chicks at every opportunity, and while his bitches might rightly complain that he fucked them and dumped them, they could never honestly say his dick refused the call to duty. However there was a big difference between a hot girl and a crazed supernatural murderer.

“Need some help, limp dick? Fuck yourself,” Jack said with a devilish smile.

Atlas heard Zack’s screams but was in no shape to help his friends. The grill beneath him was getting hotter by the second. He was already sweating heavily. Little drops of sweat streaked through his battery coating and sizzled when they dropped off his body onto the warming metal. Before long Atlas was twisting his body as much as he could to change what part of his body was touching the grill. The smell of cooking batter started filling the air. He hoped to shift positions well enough to cool, but the heat was increasing. Now only the batter was cooking, yet he knew he would start burning soon. The grill’s sides were too high to roll off the edge even if he was not nearly mummified in this thick and hardening batter, so Atlas was focused on buying as much time as he could in the hopes of the batter becoming brittle enough to break free. He was still twisting and kicking about on the hot grill when Jack reappeared.

“Atlas! You’re looking hotter than ever,” Jack said when he returned to the struggling leader of the group. The handsome student was a mess. Half-cooked batter clung to his body in large patches while more runny batter kept oozing down him. His usually cheerful face was set in a defiant expression as Atlas struggled to free himself. What little of his skin viewers could see through the broken through the batter was red.

“I’ve always like some extra protein with my waffles,” Jack added as he placed some ground Jake patties onto the grill besides Atlas. The meat sank into the waffle batter and immediately started sizzling and popping as it cooked.

“Mmmm…” Jack inhaled deeply, “Nothing beats the smell of a man’s essence being rendered down to feed his betters. All that effort in making yourself look handsome, all those muscles you’ve grown, all that pride in your big balls. All of the stuff you and your friends wasted their lives on will finally be put to some good use.”

Titan had been turned into a twisted parody of his early self. The already tall man was now over twice as tall as he had been. He was also much thinner. His huge muscles and sturdy bones had been pulled out until Titan was only a few inches thick. His warped body kept being stretched out more and more by the taffy machine until Jack finally came over and turned it off.

“You were always proud of your height, Titan, so now you must be very happy with yourself,” Jack said while he loosened the machine’s arms.

“Please…” Titan begged. His stretched vocal chords made him sound like a little girl quietly asking for help.

“Please? More please? That’s very greedy of you, Titan, yet I appreciate your enthusiasm. Let’s show your fans what your new body really can do,” Jack grabbed the screeching young man and threw Titan over his shoulder. Titan hung over Jack’s sides like a skinned pelt. His big if deformed muscles quivered but never managed to do more than slow Jack down before the killer threw the over twelve foot man into a giant cotton candy machine.

“Around, around, he goes. Where will he stop? Does anybody know?” Jack sing-songed as he pressed the on switch.

Titan’s high pitched scream grew even louder as his long body was spun about.

The formerly intelligent nerd Jake was still fucking the meat grinding machine. He had never felt so good before, and he wanted to feel even better. Even though he hurt whenever the blades cut into his body and carved out some of his flesh, the healing process felt amazing as his gargantuan muscles and smooth skin were nearly instantaneously restored. The feeling was even better when his stupendously oversized cock and balls regrew, and he would cum gallons of jizz while his hulking form quaked in a nonstop orgasm. However he wanted more. He wanted to feel those things across his body. Not just his mountainous pecs and his abs that could replace tank treads. He wanted to feel this everywhere.

So Jake stopped drinking and with an ecstatic smile, he threw himself into the machine. Both Jake and the machine seemed to moan in delight. Each time his flesh regrew even stronger than before, so the spinning blades had to work harder to cut and separate the meat from Jake’s body. The spiraling blades separated the former nerd’s muscular buttcheeks that were larger than bowling balls, which allowed other blades to spin deeper into Jake’s virgin ass and slice out muscle from the meaty ass and pluck out sections of Jake’s pumping prostrate gland. Jake moaned in pleasure and pain as his body was shredded and restored.

Meanwhile Rock was trying to pull the tube out of his throat to no avail. No matter how much the thick muscles in his arms flexed and strained, the tube remained stuck. The jelly was revoltingly sugary with a terrible artificial flavor that made him want to vomit, but the disgusting stuff kept coming. Before long he felt full. Rock looked down and saw his abs start to be pushed out. His narrow waist was the result of a lifetime of good eating and hard effort, so he was proud of how good his abs looked. Not any longer. Already he was developing a bit of a gut, though you could still see the ridges of abdominal muscle on top of the growing belly.

However building up a gut was something like building up muscle. Rock shook his head. No, that was dumb. They were nothing alike. One took work, the other took sitting on the couch eating junk food. His stomach did look good, though, right? He had never seen himself like this before. Why had he taken so many shirtless selfies with his abs flexed again? He reached down and pressed at his growing belly. An erotic shock pulsed through his body. He groaned despite the tube stuck down his throat. Touching his gut had felt amazing. It was better than jerking off had ever felt. Hell, it felt better than sex. Rock used both hands to rub his stomach and loudly moaned at the mind blowing sensation which shot through his body. Without warning, Rock’s muscle-fat body tensed up and thick loads of cum rocketed out of his dick onto the underside of his growing stomach.

Earlier today Rock had hard, flat, washboard abs crisscrossed with rippling muscles, now all he sported a massive gut. Many of their viewers’ eyes had been drawn to the bulge in his tight shorts, but the only bulge the camera could see on Rock now was his massively bloated stomach. There was no sign of the stud’s huge dick despite more of his watery loads visibly spurting out from under his sagging belly. His overweight body looked like a former powerlifter who had decided to pig out. Rock was drenched with sweat as his transformed body packed on pound after pound of fat. The formerly fitness model caliber hunk had eaten a month’s worth of calories in the span of minutes, yet the tears streaming down his bloated face were not from despair. Instead they showed how happy Rock was.

Jack’s command to fuck himself reverberated through Zack’s mind. Without Zack even realizing he was doing it, Zack made two more bodies from the fudge again, both of which leaped at the earlier forms. The kneeling Zack was grabbed by his other self with a hand that snaked around the kneeling body’s hard ten pack abs to grab the dangling cock. Zack’s face down body was still frozen in on his hands and knees, so the other new body parted the face down Zack’s muscular ass cheeks and started brutally finger fucking his copy’s asshole. Zack groaned in pain and pleasure as he felt the sensation of four different bodies at the same time. He could feel his huge dick being jerked off and his virgin ass being penetrated. In seconds all four of his cocks had grown to full mast. Little droplets of chocolate precum started dribbling down the shafts.

Zack knew it was wrong. He knew it should resist whatever compulsion Jack had placed on him, but part of him looked at his thickly muscled ass, times two, and knew he had to try them. Why had he spent so much time doing squats if not to enjoy the feeling of those hard globes squeezing his huge cock. A piece of him knew that made no sense. That such a thing could not possibly make sense. However that part of him was shrinking every time he stroked his cock and every time his fingers rubbed the hard nub of his prostate. Without really thinking about it, the two Zack’s shoved their dicks deep into their copies’ asses.

The cameras above were treated to the sight of a clone orgy, a fucking which was fast and brutal. Zack fucked himselves like he had never cum before. He groaned in pain as his thick dicks stuffed his tight holes. Only the fact that his new form was more malleable than before kept the pain from knocking him out entirely. Instead Zack found his bottoming forms adjusting to the invaders and even tightly gripping his topping selves cocks with a grip none of his girl’s cunts could ever match. Zack used all the tricks he had picked up from countless fucks to get off as quick as he could. He twisted his hips in a short rotation to ream out his ass as thoroughly as he could. He reached around and underneath his bottoming forms and squeezed his own big pecs like he would treat the hanging boobs of a girl he was fucking. Muscular thighs met muscular thighs as a rapid slapping noise echoed in the bowl. Thick pec meat ground against thick back meat. Muscular arms wrestled with muscular arms to grope his many bodies. His cocks plundered his asses, shoved down his throats, ground against the bowl, slid between choking fingers, twisted between legs, and experienced more positions than Zack could ever keep track of.

Zack’s four bodies finally ended up in a line kneeling one behind the other. The rear body in the chain had his own hand shoved up his ass while the first was jerking his cock with a harshness that probably would have peeled the skin if Zack still had skin. He fucked himself with the coordination of one mind. He groaned and hissed as the pace went harder and faster. His four muscular bodies contoured together with inhuman speed. Bits of himself started to melt down and reshape themselves as his control frayed from the impossible pleasures.

“Oh, fuck, fuck, FUCK!” Zack’s four mouths moaned. Zack’s bodies came together. Hot liquid chocolate fudge pinged against the bowl as Zack’s leading body jerked himself to completion. His other bodies started flooding his asses with more dark liquid. Only the final body did not get to enjoy that experience no matter how deep his twisting hand reached, but Zack felt everything. He had enjoyed four orgasms in a night but never four orgasms at the same time. As Zack came and came and came, he started literally melting down. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed into his shuddering bodies, which kept him from being able to concentrate on keeping those shapes. The short, muscular fitness stud steadily shrank as his body mass was converted into fudge cum. His head melted down followed by his shoulders. His legs drew up with each spurt of his huge cock. His shoulders and pecs disappeared followed by his thighs and abs. After minutes of nonstop orgasming, only four pairs of cocks and balls remained until their vibrating forms rapidly dissipated into the fudge. Meanwhile Zack’s mind was frozen in thoughtless ecstasy.

Atlas had the opposite problem of being frozen. The batter covering Atlas was cooking steadily, which meant his flesh was no longer as protected. His once blemish-free skin was now badly burned in several sections, especially along his back, but Jack was going to help maintain the youth’s symmetrical appearance. The killer lowered the giant grill lid down as Atlas screamed and screamed. He screamed for mercy, for his fans to save him, for his friends to help. The entire time Jack enjoyed the show.

Atlas’s huge balls were rolling in their batter. The cum in his orbs were literally boiling hot now, and Atlas yelled in pain as his scorching load exploded out of his cooking cock. The once handsome teen’s manhood was popping like a well cooked sausage as his cum splattered across the grill lid. His seed mixed into the batter below and sizzled against the lid. Atlas barely felt any pleasure from the experience. What little release he enjoyed was overwhelmed by the incredible pain of his prostate and internal organs being cooked alive by his overactive balls.

Beyond provoking Jack’s delighted laugh, the pain also distracted Atlas from holding up the grill. His big muscles buckled. More batter hardened across his body as the hot grill lid drew closer and closer. Before long the hot metal pressed into Atlas’s body from top and bottom. He braced his thick arms against the grill lid despite the intense heat. Atlas tensed his muscles as best he could to resist the compression of the burning hot metal, but he could not prevent the grill from cooking his hard muscled body. Flesh burned and flayed under the heat. Muscle and tendon twisted. The teen’s proud musculature only slowed the inevitable.

In the end, Atlas could not hold up. The handsome influencer had kept his hard muscles tensed and flexed despite the enormous pain and pressure he was under. The hours he had spent building up his iron pumped musculature paid off in extending his life by seconds. Despite the force Jack applied, Atlas’s strong body kept the grill from snapping closed. Even as he felt his thick pecs and wide back muscles being cooked, Atlas was proud that he was tough enough to resist this legendary killer. Then Jack jumped on top of the grill lid. Atlas screamed in pain and anger as Jack jumped again and again. Each time Atlas could feel his muscles give precious millimeters to the hot metal plate. Then Jack leaped high in the air and finally managed to slam the lid closed. In a split second, Atlas’s body was squished into gory mush. Blood and batter ran down the sides while the sounds and smells of grilled meat filled the tent. After several seconds of cooking, Jack lifted up the top and saw the formerly sexy hunk was now a hunk of grilled meat and waffle. Atlas’s body had been so thoroughly flattened and cooked his remains were difficult to distinguish from the surrounding waffle.

The cotton candy machine spun Titan around and around. His already tall body grew even taller as his bones popped and stretched out of their sockets. If not for the motion pulling in the contents of his stomach, he would have vomited out everything, but instead the huge jock could only suffer and moan. He was increasingly dizzy. The world felt like it was spinning in random directions though Titan was only completing the same circuit with ever increasing speed.

Titan no longer knew where he was. The blood being pushed to the back his brain had left him with little room for thought beyond suffering. He had no sense of time nor place. All he felt was pain and the sensation of a world constantly moving in random directions. At least he had no sense of time until the hot sugar was added. Jack dumped gallons of the stuff, which scorched his body in a hundred different places. Lines of hot sugar stuck and burned their way into his skin across his tall, muscular form. Titan’s piercing grey eyes were destroyed as the sugar melted through his eyelids and deeper into his eyeballs.

Then Titan came apart. The hot sugar melted into his body combined with the spinning to unravel the massively muscled teen like taffy stretched too far. Huge biceps split from deltoids. Thighs and legs were ripped away. Titan’s intestines unspooled like string. His bulging pecs were slung to pieces while his ribs and abs were steadily ripped off section by section. Finally his neck tore open and Titan’s head rolled and spun about the machine a few more times before the tall fitness jock’s suffering finally ended with Titan’s brain being pureed and poured out of his own throat.

Jake was beyond lost to the pleasure at first, but he was no longer drinking his nutritious sludge. His body was no longer capable of replacing his lost flesh. A blade nearly cut his huge cock in half. Blood and cum spewed from the still giant organ, but it healed very slowly. The huge balls beneath were repeatedly skewered with large chunks of the overproductive fibrous tissue inside being hauled out with each cut. Jake’s body was tougher now, but that only meant Jake felt more pain as his body stopped growing bigger and stronger with each slice cut out of him. Now the opposite was happening. Each cut shrank down his reforming body. He went from mountainous to enormous to huge. Eventually Jake was reduced back to his old body in size and shape, and with his old size restored he also regained his old intelligence.

“No, I didn’t think…” Jake was silenced as a blade slit his throat. He grasped his healing wound to keep the blood from pouring free, but the rest of his body was not so lucky. Jake’s bloody form tried to scramble out of the machine, but the spinning blades pulled him back inwards no matter how he tried to escape. More blades ripped into his fitness model body and tore out more muscle. Down, down, down Jake went in size until he looked more like a stereotypical skinny nerd than the fitness hunk he had been, and the blades kept going.

“Help…” Jake pathetically called out, but no one came for the tiny husk of the formerly strapping young man. A bloody hand with only three fingers remaining reached out into the air in the hopes of some last minute reprieve, but Jack was waiting to grab the student’s stick-thin arm and shove Jake back into the machine. With a happy purr, the machine finally managed to carve out the last bits of meat from this troublesome bull. Jake’s arms and legs were neatly severed and stripped to the bone. Jake’s ribs were cracked open and the innards rendered down into slurry. Lastly Jake’s skull was shattered and the once intelligent brains were rendered down into fatty marbling for the remains of the former hunk’s muscles.

“You look like you are ready, Rock. Any final words?” Jack asked as he picked up the now enormously fat Rock from the table. Rock only whined like a kicked puppy as Jack disconnected his mouth the tube. Instead of trying to fight back, Rock worshipfully cupped his enormous belly like an expectant mother. The once fit and discipline-minded athlete was completely focused on how good his massive gut felt. His broken mind barely registered where Jack was taking him.

Jack dropped him into the deep fat fryer. Rock released an earth shaking yell of pain before the noise of sizzling oil drowned him out. The sweat on Rock’s skin exploded in contact with the hot oil. As his strong muscles thrashed and pulled him under the oil, small bits of Rock’s tightly stretched flesh were ripped open with each tiny explosion, which let the hot oil seep into the young man’s body. Shredded pieces of skin and muscles flayed off, which exposed more blood to interact with the hot oil. Rock struggled to grab an edge, but the pain and his obese form slowed him down.

Rock exploded. The hot oil kept popping and tearing deeper and deeper into his flesh. Every new opening released more water to violently react with the oil. Rock could not contain his pain any longer and opened his mouth to scream. Hot oil flooded into his already bloated stomach and lungs. At first his muscular body looked even more pumped. The teen’s chest expanded. His burgeoning pecs had grown larger. His arms and legs looked even bigger. His gargantuan gut bloated up to almost as big as Rock had originally been. Even his cock and balls expanded to enormous proportions. The hot oil seeped further into every bit of the youth’s muscles and organs until the chemical reactions crossed a critical threshold. With a loud bang, Rock’s ruined fitness model body exploded into hundreds of doughnuts. As the fried pastries were pulled out of the oil by the automated wire wrack, the camera could see the tiny imprints on every one. They criss-crossed grid outlined in the puffed up dough looked exactly like the deeply carved abs of the former Rock. Some looked like they had when the fitness trainer was first stripped naked with tight abdominal muscles while others bulged outwards as if overstuffed with jelly filling.

Zack was brought back to some semblance of normalcy when Jack hit the drain button on the machine. He felt his fudge self flow out into a large tray which immediately was put into a flash freezer. Zack attempted to reform into his old body’s shape, but the sudden freeze instantly hardened him. The sudden temperature change registered as a sudden spike of pain that ripped through his entire body in an instant. Now all the camera could see was the shape of a Zack’s naked backside stopped mid-motion. His rich brown arms and legs were splayed out in the early stages of trying to push himself up. His broad back was raised and tensed, so viewers could see every line of muscle. His face barely managed to clear the rest of the fudge and was frozen with an expression of rage. His muscular butt was flexed and lifted upwards in what in other circumstances might seem an invitation to be fucked.

“At least this way you will be of some use to others, Zack,” Jack said while pressing a button on the side of the freezer. A grid of sharp blades popped out of the ceiling and steadily lowered.

Zack tried to move, to scream, to do anything, but his chocolate form was freezing cold. The metal grid slowed at first contact with Zack’s body but pressed on. Zack felt intense agony as the metal cut into his raised bubble butt. Little by little the grid lowered and cut cubic patterns into Zack’s transformed flesh. Now the grid was slicing into his head and shoulders. What looked like hard muscle and bone was pure fudge all the way through, so the thin metalwork quickly separated and dug deeper into Zack despite the cold chocolate. Zack panicked when he realized he was losing feeling in his new body. Once his consciousness had resided in every centimeter of the fudge, yet as the squares were cut into his body, he could no longer feel as much. The grid kept moving downward. His arms and legs were being cut into cubes. Then the blades dug into the remaining fudge still pooled in the tray. Every moment made Zack feel like he was losing himself. Just when he was certain he was dead, Zack felt the door open. The outside air felt burning hot to his freezing body.

“Oh, sorry, Zack. I thought you were done,” Jack said as he grabbed the tray and moved it to the table. “Don’t you hate it when these things don’t cut all the way through? Thankfully, there is an easy way to finish up. Goodbye, Zack.”

With that final word, Jack dropped the tray on the table. Zack screamed internally. He tried to move, but his already chopped up body was a series of almost disconnected parts. He had no time and was far too cold to change his shape. With an ear-splitting crack, the tray hit the table. Zack fractured. His barely connected pieces broke apart. Zack’s mind shattered in the same instance. The once cocky, womanizing vegan splintered into dozens of tiny animalistic selves locked in an experience of fear and pain.

Jack took out a piece of the former Zack and chewed. The killer made a satisfied sound at the delicate blend of sweet and salty flavors. Maybe a vegan diet had some uses after all.

The automated machines hummed happily along with their ingredients. The cameras captured a large package of waffles rolling down an automated conveyor belt. Atlas’s cheerful face invited the viewers to dig into their meal, but a closer inspection of the waffle showed Atlas’s face in a different expression. The in the center of waffle was Atlas’s face right as it appeared just before Jack had slammed the grill closed. Atlas was screaming in desperation and agony while what appeared to be his hands reached out in a futile attempt at preventing the inevitable. Parts of his face were scorched with blisters popping out of the waffle’s surface. The contrast between his beautifully shaped picture and the reality of the waffle was stark, but viewers could not help but want to devour the young man’s handsome face. They experienced an irresistible desire ruin his pretty image and make his beauty their own.

Cotton candy packages spun out onto the nearby table. A picture of Titan’s confident form filled the top of the package. His gym built body was pumped and oiled to show off every as much of the tall man’s muscular body as possible. The soft candy had been molded into a pair of arms, which appeared to have been raised and flexed as if in a bodybuilder pose. The huge biceps and triceps could be easily made out in the fluffy sugar, as if the cotton candy wanted to retain the shape. Consumers felt a need to possess the smiling Titan’s beautiful body, but the sweet candy would dissolve in their mouths and leave them feeling somewhat disappointed.

The meat grinder had released a new series of packages onto the conveyor belt. Each were exactly the same. A thick tube of ground beef shaped disturbingly like a human cock rolled down belt. On the side of the package was a label proudly declaring “Jake’s 100% Young Beef.” Underneath was a picture of a handsome man wearing a tight, white short sleeved shirt with a dickie bowtie and braces holding up some extremely short dark tartan shorts. The handsome face was framed with geeky if chic glasses. The tight clothes did not hide the rippling muscles beneath, but viewers could not help but notice and envy how the thick cock outlined in those tiny shorts looked exactly like the shape of the packaged meat. Pairs of glasses like in the picture were perched between the packages’ bulging cockhead and the rest of the shaft.

The cooling doughnuts were boxed up by the packing machine. On the front was a picture of Rock’s handsome face cast in a stern expression. The hard muscles of his toned body looked ready to pop out of the package as did the big package filling his workout shorts. However the hard muscles in the picture looked absurd in the doughnuts inside the box. Viewers knew nobody could have abs like in the picture if they kept eating those sweet pastries, yet anybody who came across these doughnuts could not avoid thinking about how good it would be to stuff themselves on the doughnuts impressed with images of Rock’s belly at various stages of his being stuffed with jelly.

Lastly, a neatly wrapped box of fudge slid down out of another machine. Zack’s deep blue eyes were mesmerizing on the label as was the fat bubble butt that was barely contained by his tight red shorts. The picture’s gaze seemed to order anyone looking to pounce on Zack’s juicy ass. The fudge could be seen in the clear window below, and strangely the chocolate treats were shaped exactly like the personal trainer’s muscular glutes. Viewers felt a supernatural compulsion to bite into those perfectly formed globes. The words “Pure Vegan Zack Fudge” were printed in bright green colors beneath the window.

“Oh, did you think I had forgotten you, Professor Storm?” Jack said as he stopped the rotisserie machine from spinning.

Storm screamed in his gag as his body stopped rotating with his thick cock dangling down towards the heating element below him. Rivers of sweat ran across and off his muscular body as he twisted in his bindings. The muscular professor looked nothing like the commanding researcher he usually was. Here he was merely another hunky man who Jack had decided to destroy. Storm’s eyes were streaming tears from both seeing the twisted murder of his students along with his pain, but Jack was certain the good doctor would be crying even more soon. With a terrifying smile, Jack got into Storm’s sweaty, red face and motioned to the cart behind him.

“Now you will take the results of your pernicious fables, my dear professor. I return your words to you in the bodies of your students,” Jack smiled even wider as he removed Storm’s gag. The professor did not have time to scream before Jack smashed a chunk of waffle into the professor’s mouth.

“Eat up!” Jack laughed and followed up the waffle with a handful of thick fudge. Storms face reddened even more as the food was jammed down his unwilling throat, but he had no choice but to swallow. Even if he had wanted to do otherwise, he instinctively tried to breathe and choked down the impeding food. While Storms ate, Jack fondled the professor’s body. Storms’s bodybuilder level physique was steaming hot in both literal and metaphorical senses. Each of his massively developed muscles looked tough as ever, but the steady grilling had weakened his meat. Jack groped Storm’s thick pectorals and felt the tightness of those huge mounds weaken as he dug his fingers inwards. His hands traced downwards to feeling the professor’s rippling abs start to push outwards as Storms swallowed more of his meal.

“A good start, but your students made so much! You need to eat more,” Jack stuffed a patty of grilled meat in Storms mouth and moved around the professor’s squirming body. The killer ran a hand down Storm’s muscular back, which left a streak of chocolate from across the statuesque teacher’s broad shoulders down to his hard ass. Without warning, Jack shoved a handful of doughnuts deep into Storm’s asshole. Storm was no virgin. Many students had earned some extra credit through some late night practical fitness exercises, which involved repeatedly stuffing their meats into Storm’s tight butt, but Storm had never experienced anything like Jack’s work before. Jack slammed his entire hand into Storm’s ass and deposited a fistful of cotton candy deep into Storm’s body.

Storm heaved and tried to vomit, but in the blink of an eye, Jack returned to the professor’s mouth and stuffed more goodies into Storm’s handsome mouth. The pain was indescribable as Jack pushed more and more food into his victim’s body. Storm’s crying grew louder as his throat and ass alike were widened and ruined with huge lumps of sickeningly sweet and greasy food. His body was stretching strangely around all the food being dumped into both ends. Plumping while still maintaining most of his muscular definition, like one of those blow up musclemen suits. When Storm’s body needed time to adjust, Jack smeared more food across the professor’s body. Fat and sugar merged with sweat to run into the ridges of Storm’s defined muscles and dribbled down his body. Food fell onto the heating element below. There the food sizzled and cooked.

Jack grabbed Storm’s cock and started milking the choking man’s dick. Sticky chocolate and broken waffle tore into the professor’s dick like sandpaper, but in only seconds, Storm groaned in embarrassment as Jack easily got him off. Jack aimed the thick stream of cum right at Storm’s anguished face. The hot seed temporarily blinded the teacher, but Jack kept pumping the professor’s dick to dredge up more and more until his victim’s thick pecs and growing stomach were dripping with Storm’s load in addition to the sweat and food running down the doomed instructor’s body. Then Storm screamed and swallowed more sticky treats along with his own cum when Jack snapped the professor’s dick in half like it was nothing more than a peppermint stick.

“Your last lesson, Professor Storm, your last act as a man shall be to show your students and everyone else what you really are,” Jack said and then shoved both of his hands deep into Storm’s ass. Storm felt his enormous cock, now a pole of crystalline rock candy, rip through his colon without stopping before being lodged deep into his intestines. The professor’s muscular body shook constantly as Jack tore open Storm’s ass and stuffed more and more food into the fitness expert. Waffles, cotton candy, fudge, grilled meat, doughnuts, cum, cream, oil, taffy, condiments. Any food Jack could get his hands on was crammed into Storm like the agonized teacher was a stuffed turkey. Storm’s abs were utterly annihilated now. Stretch marks ran up from his groin and across his chest. The man’s once firm pecs were hanging down like cow udders. His broken cockroot and growing chest and belly were lower and closer to the heating element, which was now hot enough to scorch the professor’s hugely swollen stomach. Storm felt the food inside him cooking into an horrific brew of unhealthy garbage. Storm’s entire body was bloated like a water balloon. Jack pulled out a long carving knife.

“Behold!” Jack said and stabbed the blade right into Professor Storm’s hanging gut.

Storm screamed. His mouth released a frothy mix of chocolate and meat, and then he popped. Just like an overinflated balloon or overfilled pinata, Storm’s body burst apart. Countless types of candies and treats rained down onto the floor and heating element. Some were little fortune cookies with trite nonsense written on the papers inside them. Others were taffies that would always yank out a tooth if chewed. Candy bars were so sweet you would be sick for days upon tasting them. Caramels would stick to your stomach and make you horribly constipated. The many cursed foods flooded the area in far more numbers and mass than could ever be explained by the destroyed teacher’s body. Professor Storm gagged and spit up another handful of candies before his handsome head dropped down in death just as Jack released the latch holding up the spitroast.

Professor Storm’s body collapsed into the heating element and instantly burst into more treats. Jawbreakers that would break jaws. Candy corn that would sprout in victim’s bellies. Rice treats that would pop like miniature firecrackers in your mouth. Chocolate covered marshmallows whose innards would always burn your mouth whenever someone bit into them. Sour twists which made your mouth pucker and tongue tie itself into knots. More diabolical delights for

Jack smiled at the mess and turned off the machines. Heating elements cooled, doughnuts rested in their boxes, candies and meats laid out neatly for inspection. All was right. Jack walked over to the camera the students had been holding and lifted it higher to ensure what was left could be clearly seen by the viewers. The image froze on the transformed hunks. All of the Fearsome Fitness Freaks and their favorite professor had been destroyed. The teasing, thirst trap posting, aspirational fitness influencers had been humiliated, slaughtered, and converted in front of not only their fans but the entire world. The recording ending with a close up of their smiling faces on packages containing what was left of their ruined bodies. Jack could think of no more fitting a final image for the fame chasing studs.

The campus Halloween event was a disaster. When word got out of the festival tent already being open and filled with treats, thousands of college students swarmed the site before the staff had even arrived. Candies and confections disappeared into hungry mouths in seconds, but all of those students would regret it. Everyone who ate something reported odd symptoms. Hundreds were sick. Dozens had to be hospitalized. There was so much attention to the event that people barely noticed the torn clothes in the tent. It was only later that evening when the video was released that most people on campus even realized the fitness fanatics had disappeared.

Jack was amused to discover his killing the vain youth had in fact given them the fame they had sought. Views of their workout videos skyrocketed. Merchandise from their store sold out in less than an hour. People cried about the awful murder of these handsome, hard-working young men, but many saved the video and guiltily replayed it again and again. Millions would masturbate while enjoying the sight of those strong bodies struggling to free themselves. Untold numbers of men and women alike would cum while watching the fit young studs shoot their loads. However many others would cum later. They would wait to get off until those hot young fitness gurus were force fed, beaten, spun, frozen, torn, cooked, and flattened to death. They imagined what Jack felt like to have that power over those narcissistic young muscle hunks. They wanted to have been there and seen everything themselves, but Jack was the only one who would ever enjoy that experience.

Jack knew there would still be people who doubted his return, but he welcomed them. Already many were calling the video fake, a work of deranged copycat killers and special effects artists. Jack would play into their game for now. He had plans for the inevitable denials the university and police would release to maintain their image of strength, but Jack was very good at taking down people who believed their strength alone was enough to survive. Their weaknesses would give him plenty more opportunities to hunt down more of the campus’s arrogant, muscular sluts. Jack would prove to them how very wrong they all were.

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