Risking it all to save their friend, Brant and Morgri rush the bandits. Prepared to overpower them, but only stumbling into their grasp. Brought to their knees in seconds, then pinned underneath the two brutes. Forced to watch as Nirbolg continues to suck the last bandit's cock. Ears perked up, the brigands moans filling the air.
"That's it... ready for your drink?"
His grip on the feline tightens, forcing him to take the entire cock into his mouth. Not that Nirbolg seems to be complaining, happily waiting as a flood of seed is shot into his mouth. Throat swallowing every drip, as the catman is let go and licks his lips. Turning to the captive Brant and Morgri who cannot believe their eyes.
"Brant, Morgri. I've joined a new family."
Their friend is gone, no trace of him remaining. Instead, a pillar of muscle is before them. Every inch of his form firm and defined. Dim brown furs covering him, tail swaying absentmindedly and mouth resting in a cocky grin. Morgri however keeps trying to reach him, calling out.
"Nirbolg! This isn't you!"
But his protests are shut as Nirbolg lifts his arms, and his scent starts to overpower them. It's just like those other bandits from before. Choking out every other smell. Stinking of sweat and the nearby forest. Wet and virile, a treat to the adventurers' noses as they lose grip of themselves. It's a man's stink, one they need themselves...
The two are let go as they approach their former friend. Morgri stuffing his nose against the catfolks right pit, and Brant the right. The two men digging with their nose to take in more of that scent. The wet fur tickling them, adding further comfort as Nirbolg rests a hand on each man's back.
"Do me a favour, strip 'em."
Nirbolg says. The other bandits letting out a unified chuckle as they get to work. Easily stripping down Morgri, but requiring quite a bit of effort to get Brant out of his armour. Still, the two men are eventually in the nude. Allowing Nirbolg easy access to their bodies, groping each inch of them. Their arms which grow with each sniff they take. Their chest which swells with muscles. Their ass just begging to be ploughed...
Meanwhile, Morgri and Brant are in a haze. Imagining themselves, but far better than before. Morgri's green skin covered in brown hairs. Each inch of him having that pride of the bandits. Chest a forest of furs for his brothers to rest against, complemented by his slab-like pecs and abs which lead to his oversized cock. Thicker than his fist and ready to enter any man, bandit or otherwise.
Brant sees himself as someone stronger than he is. Retaining his more noble features, trimmed beard and squared jaw. Yet with the body of his dreams. Arms with sputtering's of hairs, a thick treasure trail leading between his plate-like chest to his dripping cock. Legs as hardy as his hands, each inch of him ready for a fight, and ready to fuck.
The two of them share a moan as every hair on their body turns brown. Starting from their head, then working its way down. New body hair sprouting with the journey, filling out Morgri's form while being more precisely placed for Brant's. Their posture adjusting as their bodies enlarge in width and height. Gaining that covering of muscle that ever brother has, gaining the mindset needed to spread for their king.
New scents joining the mix of men. One with an almost flowery scent to it, emanating from Brant. While the other stinks of mud and dirt, coming from Morgri himself. The two men lifting their arms, letting their new family take in their stink.
"That's it, you're almost done. Now, for your little dose..."
Nirbolg pushes the two back. Freeing them from his grasp, then bringing a single finger to each man's hole. The two letting out a moan, still unified as they are drunk from lust. The other bandits closing in, encircling the group as they stare at the new recruits' asses. Whispering amongst themselves as they decide who gets what. Giving a single moment to Brant which he uses it to snap out of his daze. Throwing a punch to Nirbolg and grabbing Morgri by the shoulder. Running off with the half-orc who comes to his senses in a split second. Joining the full sprint as the two run from the pursuing bandits. Having no pathway to return to their homeland, and instead heading further off into the direction of the bandit's kingdom.
It takes a few hours for Brant and Morgri to lose their pursuers. Entering into a nearby woods where they can be sheltered by the trees. This being their first opportunity to talk since everything went down, and their first opportunity to take in what they are. Speechless at their new mighty form. So much brawn to them. So much height. Such a delightful smell. Morgri bringing his nose to his pits and his hand to his dick.
"Morgri! Stop!"
The half-orc shaking his head and looking ashamed.
"Fuck! Smells so damn good!"
"It does, which means whatever happened to Nirbolg has happened to us."
"FUCK! He's gone for good now, ain't he?"
"Can't say for certain, my friend. But for now, he is our enemy."
The two contemplate on that. Thinking of how their long-time companion is now such a different man. He somewhat looks the same, but that attitude and fur and smell... They both gulp, knowing where their new weakness is.
"Shit... he was locked into their side when he drank their cum, right?"
"That's what it sounds like..."
"So, we gotta avoid their cum and avoid being fucked..."
"...That's what it sounds like..."
The two frown, unsure what they can even do to get out of here. There'd be bandits everywhere, and each of them would love to have a round with the two new 'recruits'. Maybe they can sneak back to the kingdom, or maybe there's even some help around.