Chip scowled as the kids in the text next to him started some sort of weird wrestling match. It was the middle of the fucking night! One of the Troop Leaders would probably be over soon to quiet them down. Or maybe not. They noise hadn’t woken up his tent-mate, though if Bobby could sleep through his own snoring, some scuffling sure wouldn’t bother him.
He tried to remember – it was a group of younger kids next door – about 14, two years younger than Chip and Bobby. Damn! What were they doing over there? A heavy odor wafted through the tent, rich and musky, a mix of sweat, urine, and... something else. Those fucking dweebs couldn’t be having some sort of fuck party!?
Scrambling out of his sleeping bag, Chip pushed through the flap of his tent and looked back at the four-man tent next to him. There was a flickering light high up, casting really weird shadows against the sides. He blinked as the shape closest to the tent side created a clearly identifiable silhouette. A huge cock.
What the fuck? Chip crawled around and lifted the flap of the younger-boy’s tent, figuring they had some kind of weird blow-up sex toy in there. “Are you guys crazy?” He blinked in the odd mix of purplish light and twisting shadows. “If Mr. Vincent catches you, you’ll…” His voice trailed off as the shadows resolved into four massive penises. Thanks to his years in Scouts, he recognized the huge equipment. The one closest to his tent side belonged to a stallion, the one next to it was human, and the other two were canine and bull, complete with sheath or foreskin. All perfectly normal-looking, other than the fact they were bigger than the boys who should be in here. And of course, the fact they were moving independently. Toward him.
He should have run screaming, but the sight was too much for his brain to process all at once. It had to be a joke, a gag, or maybe a totally twisted nightmare. By the time his brain finally reengaged with his muscles, the enormous black horse cock had slid around far enough to force him into the tent with a powerful shove. Chip tumbled forward and was immediately caught up in the middle of the four. They twisted and rubbed against him, shuddering and spewing what looked like semen. When he tried to get free, his hands pulled down the hot, slick sheaths or foreskin of that cock.
Chip’s skin was slick now, not with sweat, but with the natural lubricants of the cocks around him. Somewhere in the struggle, his boxers had come off. His own meager penis was fully erect despite the bewildering situation, looking like a twig among giant oaks. He should be terrified, yet as the immense cocks rubbed and pressed around him, Chip was getting excited. The horse cock, taller than he was and several feet thick at the base, twisted and tried to slide its base over Chip’s own crotch. He grabbed at it to lift it off, then gasped as something in the animal shaft closed around his cock and pleasure exploded. Rocking back, Chip thrust up against the incredible weight and pressure without thinking.
The heavy sheath sagged over his stomach and thighs, hot and slick. Still stunned, he stared as the black coloring began to spread out from the equine flesh, and his own body began to alter. The monster horse cock was transforming him!