A Walk in the Woods

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There was always something magical about the woods. It had a way of transforming people. Not that I believed any of the folklore or legends that surrounded the Dabney Woods.

”So, tell me about the Dabney Woods.” I said into my microphone. About a year ago I started a podcast about the strange and We had recently gained quite a few sponsors. Small time products and companies, but it was money coming in it wasn’t taking away from our content.

”Well, people talk about a man who came out of the woods years ago. He went in the night before with a group of friends to have a party. They had just graduated, you see.” The waitress poured coffee into the mug in front of me and then set the pot down.

”The three guys set up camp and did what they needed to do and then the next day they were gone. They disappeared into thin air. People went in to look for them, but when they started to go missing as well the search stopped and the woods were marked as a restricted part of town.“ The waitress turned towards the kitchen and grabbed some plate after the cook tapped the bell. She placed the plates farther down the bar and came back to me.

”Is it safe now?” I asked, I held out the mic so she could speak into it.

”No one knows. Visitors come from all over town to see it, but hey either leave quickly or the woods gets them too. Be careful out there.” She gave me a smile and then went back to taking orders. I put away my microphone, finished my meal, and paid my ticket before heading back to the hotel to get ready for the evening.

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”Tonight is the night that everything might change. The Dabney Woods: is it just a scary story to keep kids from the shadows or is it really a Bermuda on land. Tonight I will be camping out to see what really goes on here.” I had gotten special access from town hall and made sure to close the gates I had to get through.

”The path is still well lit and I can see other camp sites that seem to be new. Fires have yet to be started and the tents look brand new. We’ll be setting up camp just a little farther ahead. For now, let me tell you a little bit about this episodes sponsor.” I clicked the mic off and continued along the path. The rocks crunches beneath my feet and eventually we rached a small clearing where I pitched my tent and climbed inside. I talked a little bit more about the history of the woods dating back to its first settlers and more about the disappearances. Eventually, I found myself drifting off to sleep. When I woke up, the sun was just barely shining through the tent.

”Fuck.” I said, unzipping the front and stepping out. I clicked on my mic and started to discuss my disappointment.

”Well, it seems that the Dabney Woods are not such a scary place and just urban legend. A legend caused by unfortunate disappearances...” I stopped talking and stared into the brush. Chills went up my spine as I looked at what was the figure of a man. Almost instantly it vanished, black particles dispersing and suddenly converging towards me. The whisps of energy wrapped around my skin and I felt tingling all along my body. My average frame seemed to bulk. My chest and abdomen, which were smooth and a little flabby, now had two slabs as pecs and a washboard set of abs. I dropped my mic as I felt myself lifted off the ground and my shirt removed, thrown to the side. My pants unbuttoned and the black disappeared between the zipper. I moaned as I felt my cock thicken, not just because I was getting hard, but my average cock was now huge. The rest of my body tightened and perked until I could tell I was a little taller and then I felt the ground again. My feet crunching on the ground below.

”What the fuck?” I said. My voice was no longer slightly nasal sounding, but it cane out smooth and sultry. I couldn’t help myself, but I immediately dug my hands into my open pants and starting jerking myself off. The hard on I had received during whatever just happened had taken priority. Once I came in the underwear of my now slightly-too-small jeans, I looked down to find that my phone had recorded my moans.

“Something wild just happened,” I flexed my arms, “somehow I look and sound different. I‘m hot! Or, at least, what I would consider the perfect guy.” I couldn’t help but flex all of my new muscles, really feeling the power surge through me. From the corner of my eye, I noticed some movement. A group of men appeared and urged me forward.

”I think this will be my last recording, if you find this, tell everyone I will see them again someday. Even if I don’t see them as how they knew me. This has been your number one paranormal podcast: Between Worlds. I dropped the mic and followed the men towards a new life.