SHORTS - DYLAN - 3 - THE CREATION
 
Dylan had gotten word from Doctor MacNeill that the transformation he caused in Ezra looked to be a one off event, and so the doctor had, reluctantly, said that he could resume his consumption of human volunteers. Having eaten nothing but horses and bulls for the past month, Dylan had another 'vorgy' and broke his record again, consuming 52 massive bodybuilders in one night of sex and vore.
 
Waking up in the morning, with his legs still in Alex's bedroom and his long abs laying across the corridor between their two rooms, Dylan just sat thinking about his amazing body and everything he could do with it. He decided to leave his legs in Alex's room as Alex had his huge cock up Dylan's ass, and he didn't want to wake him up - well, not yet anyway. Using his long tongue, he grabs his phone from his balcony and starts going through his Facebook and Instagram. As he's looking through the many fans sending pictures of themselves, as well as offering themselves to be eaten, he notices a message from a group calling themselves 'The Followers of Dylan'...
 
"Almighty Lord Dylan, God amongst mortal men,
 
We humbly send greetings as your faithful worshippers and invite you to visit our temple so that we who are unworthy might gaze upon your magnificence and welcome you to partake in a feast to honor your greatness, in the hopes that our brethren might transcend and become one with our Lord, and be proven worthy to be your followers."
 
*Fuck Dylan thought. I have a cult forming around me now. Holy shit*
 
The message then continued with the address and the time of their next meeting. Shaking his butt to wake Alex up, he guides his sleepy boyfriend through to his room to show him the message. Alex instantly wakes up reading it, and gets hard. "I take it you like the message?" Dylan cheekily says through as smile. "Fuck Dylan. That's sooo hot. You actually have a cult offering themselves to worship you", Alex says, starting to slowly hump Dylan's ass, getting harder and harder. "What do you think? Should I go along and see what they offer?" Dylan asks him, getting hard himself. "Are you kidding me? Of course you need to go! These guys will probably commit mass suicide or something if their 'God' doesn't acknowledge them. Plus, it would be interesting to see what they are offering you", Alex says, putting his hands on Dylan's hips and fucking him hard, his telegraph pole of a cock rigid in Dylan's ass. "Ooh yeah. Ooh. Yeah. I think I'll say yes then and arrange the flights. Ooh fuck, yeah, yeah" Dylan shouts, as Alex ploughs him hard. Not wanting to miss out he opens his own mouth wide and takes both of his cocks to the base, wrapping his tongue around them and jerking them off inside his mouth. With Alex hammering his ass, and sucking his own cocks off, combined with the thoughts that he is now a 'God', it doesn't take Dylan too long to blow his load. The same thoughts make Alex cum a few minutes later and the two boys just sit for a few minutes and rest. Dylan pulls his phone out and replies, making the necessary arrangements.
 
A month later, Dylan is on flight to the United States, followed by a drive to a little town called Southforkton. As they drive up to the address they have been given, they see the Temple of the Followers of Dylan - a huge building with engravings of Dylan all over it. "Shit, this is actually real", Dylan exclaims before having a laugh to himself. As the car descends into the basement, he is greeted by a single man, a tower of muscle at nearly 6 ft 10 in, dressed in something resembling a toga. The man prostrates himself before Dylan's car and waits for Dylan to step out. Dylan, thinking the occasion warranted wearing something a little more formal than normal, is in one of his custom made shirts and a nice pair of trousers and shoes. The man looks up, catches his breath and actually looks as if he is going to weep tears of joy.
 
"O great and glorious Lord, I, John son of James, High Priest of the Followers of Dylan in the Division of Southforkton, welcome you to our humble temple", the High Priest says. "Hi John", Dylan casually says and the man starts crying, but smiling at the same time. "O to be addressed by my own name by my God, is truly wonderful." "Wait", Dylan says, "you said you are the High Priest of Southforkton. Are there other temples?" "Oh yes, my Lord", John says. "We are but one of 20 temples, but the first to reach out to you." "Fuck", Dylan mutters under his breath. "Well, John, tell me what you have planned." John tells Dylan that the worshippers are all awaiting in the throne room of the temple - *a throne room?!!!* Dylan thinks - a room in which no man may enter clothed. It is there that the great feast will be held with the chosen ones, those who have attained the right to transcend and become one with their Lord.
 
Dylan is led to a chamber where he is to strip out of his clothes. He is then led, naked and showing off every inch of his body, to the Throne Room, where 80 men prostrate themselves until he sits on his throne - a specially made chair that supports his full 19 ft 8 in frame, angled in such a way that his body sits at 45 degrees to the floor. There are steps leading up to the top of the throne to allow normal sized men to come up to him. Looking around, Dylan notices no food anywhere in the room, and realises that these men are the feast themselves. With that realisation, Dylan smiles from ear to ear. *If only Alex were here - he'd love watching me eat all these guys*.
 
John, the High Priest, commences with the ritual script, which Dylan barely acknowledges as he's too busy scanning the men, looking at all the delicious men, naked and muscular. Suddenly, two men rush forward and lift Dylan's cocks. They stare in awe at the cocks - no one else in this room has a cock even half their size - before starting to suck them off. Dylan moans. It's one feeling to suck your own cocks off, but having two separate guys sucking each cock off in a different way is something that just can't be described in words...
 
A bit more ritual from John before the first man starts climbing the stairs to Dylan's upper body. He bows before Dylan and says "Lord, please accept my mortal body as a tribute, that I might become one with you and transcend to greatness". On that cue, Dylan opens his mouth wide and the man steps in to the gaping maw. Dylan swallows him whole, and the assembled mass watches the body of their fellow worshipper slowly progress down his throat before slowly being crushed by those magnificent abs. "Behold!", John shouts, "he has become one with our God". The men then start to form a queue and climb the steps one at a time, each jumping into Dylan's maw with eagerness, so much so that he doesn't bother to close his mouth and simply leaves it open for the men to continue to jump in. Men continue to jump in, disappearing underneath those abs, until, after an hour, he reaches the last one. Dylan closes his mouth to ask, "what is your name?" "Findlay", the man says in a familiar accent. "Wait", Dylan says, "are you from Scotland?" "Yes I was born there but moved to America a few years ago. My family all died in a fire, and now I have nothing left but to become one with you." "I'm sorry" Dylan says quietly before opening his mouth wide. Findlay jumps in with a smile on his lips.
 
John, the High Priest, then announces "It is done. This class has transcended and become part of our God." He then invites Dylan to return in a year's time when the next class will be ready to transcend. "I look forward to that", Dylan says. He then looks down at the two assistants who were sucking him off. After an hour, and Dylan cumming 6 times, the two are covered in cum and have blacked out with smiles on their faces. Some more assistants come in and wash Dylan before he is led to his dressing chamber and departs back for home.
 
Once he's on the plane he has a quick snack of a horse, then phones Alex and tells him all about it. "80! You managed 80!" Alex shouts over the phone. "Yip, and they all tasted good. Almost like they coated themselves in something sweet to make the taste even better." Suddenly Dylan's stomachs start gurgling and a bulge starts to form in his abs. "Oh, got to go Alex. Think I'm going to be sick" Dylan hurriedly says before hanging up. The bulge slowly progresses up his abs, getting bigger and bigger. Dylan thinks back, starting to wonder if this is the same as when Ezra was transformed...
 
The bulge reaches his chest and pushes it out to massive proportions. Dylan opens wide and vomits, before pushing out not one, but two beings. In a gargantuan effort, he notices that one of the beings seems to be the horse that he had just eaten, a beautiful white stallion, whilst the other appears human... Wait, no, he must be going dizzy or something because it looks like that horse has a human torso attached to it... Coughing and spluttering, the two beings wake up and Dylan looks at them closer. The horse definitely has a human torso where its head and neck should be, whilst the other guy is stretched out with extra abs. "Fuck", Dylan blurts out, "you're Findlay aren't you?" "Yes", both guys say at the same time. "Wait, you're both Findlay?" Dylan asks, confused. Then looking at them, they both have the same face and upper torso. "How the fuck? I've managed to make two of the same guy?" Dylan asks himself...
 
Findlay and Findlay both look at each other, then look down at their new bodies - one centaur and one with extra abs and an extra cock - then back at each other. "Who is the real Findlay though", they both ask. Settling it the only way they can think of, they try Rock, Paper, Scissors. But it doesn't work as each knows what the other will go for. They discover that they both have the same memories, but they are separate identities now. In the end, Dylan decides to settle it - "Well you came out my mouth first" he says to the Centaur "so you can be Findlay". "So who will I be then?" asks the other guy. "Do you have a middle name or something?" Dylan asks. "Arlo is my middle name." "Ok, you can be Arlo then", says Dylan. "I think I might ask Doctor MacNeill just to check you guys over - this has happened before, but he said it wouldn't happen again..." Dylan says, before passing out. Findlay and Arlo spend the rest of the flight checking out their new bodies...