False Guardians (Pixiv Fanbox)

"Are you kidding me?! There's no damn way I'm wearing something that lame!!!"

"You're a rugby player, for crying out loud! You wear a jockstrap all the time! That thing practically leaves your ass hanging out anyway, so how the hell is it any different from a fundoshi?!"

　In a certain rural fishing village—Umigami Village—the houses stood sparsely scattered here and there, but along the coastline, weathered white fishing boats were packed together in rows. In a single-story house across the seawall and a narrow local road, two men were in the middle of a heated argument. Both looked every bit like men of the sea, with tall, powerfully built bodies and sun-browned skin.

　As the two men went charging around the house in a frantic game of tag, it was only natural that the eighty-year-old building would groan and creak in protest. The whole house shook dramatically, sending dust drifting down from the ceiling as if it were desperately pleading with them to stop.

　The one running around the living room with one hand covering his crotch, after having his track pants and boxer briefs forcibly stripped away, was Ushio Hamada, a university student who normally attended college outside the prefecture. Chasing after him with a pristine white fundoshi was his father, Makoto Hamada, one of the most respected fishermen in the village.

　There was only one day left until the traditional 【Umigami Festival】, held in the village every year. With preparations for the festival entering their final stages, Makoto was determined to teach his son the customs of the Umigami Festival from the ground up, completely disregarding his son's wishes. But Ushio, a modern-day young man who had left his rural hometown in junior high to play rugby and had spent his life ever since in the concrete jungle, wasn't about to accept his father's reasoning.

"You don't realize how important the Umigami Festival is to this village~. I'll apologize for deciding to make you wear a fundoshi and take part in the festival without your permission, but you used to enjoy the festival when you were a kid, didn't you!? Come on~! I'm only doing this so we can make the festival a success~. Think of it as a favor from your dear, beloved daddy, huh?"

　His father's ingratiating, coaxing tone only poured oil on the fire, and veins began to bulge at Ushio's temples. Since he'd been playing rugby from a young age, Ushio was used to having his naked body seen—and to seeing other people naked himself. But being expected to parade around in a fundoshi in front of a crowd of men and women, young and old, was a completely different matter.

"That was when I was a little kid, you damn old man!! I'm twenty years old now, and I don't even remember that! There ain't no damn way I'm taking part in some crazy-ass festival where I have to run around with my bare ass hanging out!!"

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　The 【Umigami Festival】 is a traditional festival held every August in Umigami village, passed down from generation to generation for a thousand years. As for how the festival proceeds——,

① From midnight on the day of the festival until the ritual begins at seven in the morning, two men from the village serve as guardians, sitting inside the treasury where the sacred jewel is enshrined and protecting it.

② At seven in the morning, the two guardians accompany the Shinto priest, who carries the sacred jewel, to the main sanctuary of the shrine.

③ At the main sanctuary, the Shinto priest performs a ritual in which he offers prayers to the sacred jewel. During the ritual, the two guardians sit on either side of the priest and wait.

④ Once the ritual is complete, the sacred jewel is returned to the treasury by the two guardians.

　In accordance with tradition, the two men chosen to guard the sacred jewel are required to have robust physiques and to be closely related to one another. For that reason, fishermen who are father and son or brothers have often served as guardians throughout the years. They were also required to wear a headband and a white fundoshi during the festival, which was why Makoto had repeatedly drilled this point into Ushio.

　Perhaps because of all that, things had already gotten this chaotic even before the festival itself had begun.

"First of all, you've been taking the sea for granted, haven't you!? Just because you left home and think you've grown up, don't go getting cocky, you hear me?! You were raised right here on the beach until you started junior high! Have you already forgotten everything this village did for you!? The Umigami Festival has always been an important tradition for praying to the god who watches over this village, protecting it from natural disasters and watching over its development

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"——Shut uuuuup!! Fine, I get it! I'll wear it, okay?! I'll wear it!!"

　Now that Ushio had returned to the village, he understood that there was no escaping the festival. He knew the Umigami Festival well enough, having participated in it whenever he came home for a visit even after leaving the village, despite it being a long-standing tradition. In the end, the only reason he'd resisted this much was because his pride as a man had gotten the better of him.

"Jeez…… You should've just said that from the start! Here, Daddy'll put it on you♥"

"What?! I said I'll put it on myself! That's fucking creepy."

"What, are you embarrassed~? We used to take baths together and even wash each other's cocks when you were little~~. Daddy's hurt, you know."

"Quit bringing up shit from when I was a little kid!!"

　Even as they continued bickering like that, Ushio had never actually worn a fundoshi before, so in the end, Makoto took it and carefully wrapped it around his son's waist. The pure-white fundoshi looked striking against Ushio's powerfully built lower body, the unmistakable physique of a well-trained rugby player.

　Makoto let his fatherly side show as he smiled quietly, looking down at his son as he wrapped the fundoshi around Ushio's waist.

"……Hey, Ushio. This is just something I've been wanting for myself, but I've always hoped that I could take part in this year's Umigami Festival with you."

"What's with you all of a sudden?"

"I've always supported you as you worked hard at rugby at a school outside the prefecture. Even after you left the village, there wasn't a single moment when I stopped thinking about you. That's why, when you reached the milestone of turning twenty, I wanted the two of us to carry out the duty of being the guardians, a role that's been passed down through generations in this village."

　Ushio instinctively started to fire back with another insult, thinking his father was joking around again, but when he saw the subdued, heartfelt expression on his father's face, the words caught in his throat.

　Now that he had grown up, he could finally look at the father standing before him eye to eye.

(I didn't know Dad could look like this……)

　Ushio felt something warm slowly spreading through his chest. Just as Makoto had said, Ushio had loved the Umigami Festival ever since he was a child. And the reason was simple: he had always been proud of his father whenever he saw him wearing a fundoshi.

　He was bigger than any other man in the village, with skin deeply tanned almost black from the sun. Wearing a brilliantly white headband and fundoshi that stood out against his powerful physique, Makoto had always looked incredibly strong to Ushio——almost like a hero.

(Even so, this is still……)

　The cool, airy feeling around his crotch was something he just couldn't get used to. And seeing someone else wearing a fundoshi was one thing; being the one wearing it himself was another matter entirely.

　Somehow, it looked to Ushio as though the fabric was bulging prominently around his crotch, and the embarrassment nearly made him squirm in front of the mirror.

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"Is this what it's like before the festival begins……?"

　The shrine grounds were decorated with food stalls and lanterns, but none of them were lit, and with not a single person around, it almost felt eerily deserted. As they made their way along the approach to the shrine, the treasury came into view. The Shinto priest, who was carrying the key, noticed the Hamada father and son and bowed to them.

　It seemed the priest had already finished the prayers that were performed before the festival and had been standing outside the treasury, waiting for Ushio and his father.

"Thank you for your hard work. Here, I'll hand you the key to the treasury."

　The treasury had a relatively small door secured with a heavy lock. The wooden door was clearly old, while the frame around it had been reinforced with iron fittings, giving it a sturdy appearance. Makoto carefully turned the key in the lock, and the door opened with a long, creaking groan.

　The air inside the modestly sized room was surprisingly cool, and an unfamiliar, incense-like scent stung their noses. LED candles had been arranged around the altar in the center, casting a faint glow into the darkness to prevent any risk of fire.

　It was dim and quiet, yet the occasional cries of wild animals in the distance made the place feel strangely unsettling.

"This sacred jewel is said to grant a wish once every hundred years."

　At the Shinto priest's words, murmured almost as if he were talking to himself, Ushio turned his gaze toward the altar at the center of the treasury. The jewel sitting neatly atop an especially ornate pedestal was only about the size of an adult's clenched fist. Yet perhaps because of the moonlight streaming in through the skylight, it seemed to shine brilliantly, and Ushio found himself captivated by it for several moments.

"Over the years, many people have fought over this sacred jewel in an attempt to claim it for themselves. Taking those tragedies as a lesson, the tradition of having two guardians protect the jewel during the festival was established, so that it would never fall into the hands of someone with an evil heart. And this year's festival happens to be the thousandth——an important milestone. But with Mr. Hamada, the finest fisherman in the village, and your son protecting the sacred jewel, I'm sure it will be in safe hands."

　Makoto nodded deeply, then gave the Shinto priest a broad, confident smile.

"Of course! Ushio and I will make absolutely sure that the sacred jewel stays safe!"

"Oh…… Those are reassuring words. Thank you. I'm counting on you both until the festival is over."

　The Shinto priest looked relieved. After bowing politely, he quickly made his way out of the treasury.

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"Hmmm…… This little crystal-like ball is really supposed to grant wishes?"

　Ushio approached the altar and stared intently at the sacred jewel, tilting his head in curiosity.

"You idiot. It may have no value as a commercial product whatsoever, but they say that jewel is a sacred treasure bestowed upon us by the gods. It's a holy object, so don't treat it carelessly."

　Makoto gently brushed away Ushio's hand just as he was about to reach for the sacred jewel. Still, there was no denying that the jewel looked as though it were sparkling after absorbing the moonlight, and even Makoto found himself captivated by it for a while.

　Then, suddenly sensing a presence behind them, the two men turned around and looked toward the entrance. Two black silhouettes could be seen standing there in the open doorway. Almost reflexively, Ushio shouted, "Who's there?!"

"Oh! S-sorry…… We were just taking a walk around the village when we happened to notice that the door was open, and we got curious……"

　One of them was an older, slightly overweight man with thinning hair and a greasy face. The other was a tall, slender man who looked to be in his thirties. Makoto recognized the two men.

"You two are Kazuo Shimura and Naoto Takehara, right? You only moved to this village recently, if I remember correctly…… Taking a walk this late at night?"

　In a small village like Umigami Village, rumors about newcomers spread in no time, and even if you have no particular intention of doing so, it is easy to run into people naturally. Even so, Makoto had only encountered the two men a handful of times, enough to count on one hand, and this was the first time he had ever exchanged words with them.

　On top of that, he could hardly afford not to be wary of anyone wandering around the shrine grounds in the middle of the night.

"I'm sorry, but this area is off-limits in preparation for tomorrow's festival. I'm afraid you'll have to refrain from sightseeing here……"

"Could you please let us take a closer look at that beautiful, glowing jewel, just for a little while? It would be a memento of our first date here in the village together……"

　When Shimura and Takehara gazed dreamily into each other's eyes, Makoto and Ushio, both heterosexual, were utterly taken aback. The two men were a middle-aged, slightly overweight man and a younger, slender man, seemingly far enough apart in age to be father and son.

　Neither Makoto nor Ushio had ever imagined that the two were gay, and they were so caught off guard that their wariness toward the pair momentarily faded.

"Uh…… well, um…… Haaah…… You're only going to take a look from up close, okay?"

　Not knowing how else to respond, Makoto ended up letting the two men into the treasury. Just like his father, Ushio couldn't think of what to say to drive them away either.

　According to tradition, the two guardians were supposed to sit there and stand watch over the sacred jewel, but that duty wasn't supposed to begin until 12:00 a.m. on the day of the festival. Since it wasn't that time yet, Makoto and Ushio both found themselves thinking that there probably wasn't any harm in letting fellow villagers inside.

"So this is that famous sacred jewel…… It's beautiful, but it kinda just looks like an ordinary crystal ball to me. What do you think, partner?"

"Sure does, boss……"

　After whispering to each other, Shimura and Takehara bowed toward the sacred jewel. Makoto noticed the two men grinning ominously, and without thinking, he grabbed Shimura by the wrist and twisted his arm behind him.

"Gaaah!!"

　Overwhelmed by the sheer strength of Makoto's grip, Shimura groaned and dropped to his knees. At that moment, something fell from inside his clothes with a heavy clunk. It was the sacred jewel that was supposed to have been sitting on the altar.

　There was still 【something resembling the sacred jewel】 sitting on the altar, but it was obvious which one was the real thing.

"You bastards are thieves, aren't you!?"

　Shimura desperately struggled to break free, but there was no way he could match the strength of a seasoned fisherman like Makoto. Meanwhile, Takehara had lost all strength in his legs and was sitting there with a frightened look on his face when Ushio subdued him without the slightest difficulty.

　Fortunately, there were some sturdy ropes in the treasury, so Makoto and Ushio used them to tie up the two intruders. The jewel lying on the floor continued to radiate a beautiful light that was impossible to take one's eyes off.

　Makoto picked it up and glared at the thieves.

"Why did you try to steal this sacred jewel!?"

　He demanded in a deep, intimidating voice. Realizing that there was no way out, Shimura finally gave in and began spilling everything, as though he were pouring the whole story out of himself.

"I wanted something valuable…… You wouldn't know it by looking at me now, but I used to be a professional jewel thief who made quite a name for himself across the country. But you can't fight the passage of time. I was already having trouble making ends meet when I heard through the grapevine that this village had a sacred jewel capable of performing a miracle once every hundred years. So I figured I'd give stealing it a shot. ……This guy—Naoto—came along with me without knowing anything about what I was planning. Come on, can't you let him off the hook?"

　Shimura pleaded in a feeble, barely audible voice, his sparse, barcode-like hair swaying from side to side. Takehara, too, pleaded with them from a short distance away, tears streaming down his face, but none of it moved Makoto, who had been entrusted with this special sacred ritual associated with the sacred jewel's once-in-a-century miracle.

"Ushio, go get the Shinto priest."

　Ushio seemed to feel the same way as his father. He exchanged a glance with Makoto and gave a small nod before hurriedly making his way toward the entrance of the treasury. He could hear the villains muttering spitefully behind him, but Ushio paid them no mind and was about to step outside.

"Hah! You two have it good, don't ya!? With those rock-hard, muscular bodies of yours, you don't have to feel ashamed even when you're naked——you can practically flaunt those physiques without a care in the world! I wish, just once, I could've had a rugged body like yours and had sex with my partner……"

　The moment Shimura muttered those words with a hollow smile on his face, the center of the sacred jewel in Makoto's hand began to cloud over with a purple hue. At the same time, the door to the treasury suddenly slammed shut on its own, and no matter how many times Ushio rushed over and pounded on it, it wouldn't budge.

　The moonlight that had been illuminating the room was also blocked by thick clouds, plunging the treasury into darkness.

　The four men, trapped in a space that resembled an underground dungeon, were thrown into a panic. Then, pale purple smoke began to seep from the sacred jewel, which until then had been quietly radiating its light. In the blink of an eye, the treasury was filled with the smoke, and all four of them collapsed unconscious where they stood.

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　After some time, the sacred jewel began to float on its own and started forcefully sucking in the smoke surrounding it. But the smoke wasn't the only thing being drawn inside. Even the 【surface of the bodies】 of the four people inside the treasury was being sucked into the sacred jewel.

　The four whose bodily surfaces had been drawn into the sacred jewel became as transparent as crystal. Their hair and even their faces had been completely sucked away, leaving them looking, in a manner of speaking, like mannequins made of glass.

　Once the sacred jewel had finished absorbing everything, it began to release smoke once again. This time, however, it was no longer pale purple; instead, various colors resembling the colors of hair and skin were swirling together within it. The smoke separated into four different colors and began to envelop each of the four people lying unconscious in the treasury.

　At that moment, color began returning to their once-transparent, lifeless skin. A healthy flush returned to their cheeks, moisture and vitality returned to their skin, and even their hair and body hair began growing back in full.

　It looked as though the bodies of the four men were returning to their original state, but in reality, each of their bodies was undergoing a completely different transformation. Their bodies had first been broken down by the purple smoke, and as they were being reconstructed, each one was being reshaped into a different form.

　For example, the body of 【Makoto Hamada】, lying on the floor, had not changed in height, muscular build, or facial structure. However, his skin was no longer tanned, and his body hair had grown thick and dense, almost like a jungle. On top of that, instead of his short, black crew cut, his hair had become thin like a barcode, while his facial features were an exact match for those of 【Kazuo Shimura】.

　If one were to put it into words, it was as though Kazuo Shimura's body had been kneaded and molded like clay, then reshaped until it looked exactly like Makoto Hamada's body——.

　And the same bizarre transformation was taking place in the other three men as well.

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"Wait a second…… Are you really my partner?"

"……You're the boss, right? Seriously……?"

　Although their speech patterns were still those of Shimura and Takehara, their voices sounded almost exactly like those of the Hamada father and son. Shimura now had the rich, resonant baritone of a middle-aged man, while Takehara had the fresh, youthful voice of an athletic young man.

"What the hell happened to us!?"

"This is bullshit! Untie these ropes binding us!!"

　The four men woke up at different times, one after another, each crying out in a different voice as they gradually regained sensation in their bodies. However, the only ones who had regained freedom of movement were the two thieves, who now possessed the powerful physiques of the Hamada father and son. The father and son, who had originally been there to guard the sacred jewel, were instead bound tightly to a pillar with ropes.

　Unable to move no matter how hard they struggled, all they could do was curse bitterly.

　The two thieves, Shimura and Takehara, whose faces and certain parts of their bodies still retained traces of their former selves, were completely captivated by their new bodies. With dreamy expressions on their faces, they ran their hands all over themselves, caressing every inch of their new physiques.

　【Ushio Hamada】 stood completely naked, his arms and legs thick as logs, with such a perfectly built physique that he could easily be described as a rugged, athletic young man.

　Yet the body of his father, 【Makoto Hamada】, who had been a fisherman for many years, was even more impressive. His neck was as thick as a great tree trunk, his shoulders broad, his pectorals bulging, and his abdominal muscles thick and well-defined. His arms and legs were heavily built, hard and rugged like steel, and on top of all that, his cock was so large that its impressive shape was clearly visible even through his fundoshi.

　However, the two men's skin tones now looked unmistakably like those of people who spent most of their time indoors. The thickness of their body hair was different as well. But to them, such trivial differences no longer mattered.

"Boss……♥"

"Partner……♥"

　After thoroughly examining every inch of their partners' bodies standing before them, Shimura and Takehara wore lustful expressions on their faces. After all, they had just acquired the bodies of a father and son who could boast some of the finest physiques in the entire village.

　They had dreamed for years of having sex with muscular bodies like these, so it was hardly surprising that the prospect had made them lose all sense of restraint and forget about the consequences.

　Still in a state of excitement, the two men embraced each other tightly.

"I've always wanted to have really wild gay sex with you, boss!"

"Ah…… Partner! I've always wanted to be held in powerful arms like these, too!"

　Shimura wrapped his massive arms around Takehara's back and squeezed him with all his strength. The harder he hugged him, the more his cock hanging between his legs swelled in size.

　Takehara's flushed cheeks relaxed into an increasingly blissful expression.

　As though the beast-like desire within them had suddenly exploded, the two began stealing kisses from each other, neither seeming to care who made the first move. Their tongues pushed into each other's mouths as they changed the angle of their kiss again and again, greedily exchanging saliva.

　Meanwhile, Takehara's right hand stroked Shimura's erect cock, while his left hand kneaded his large, protruding buttocks.

　Shimura, in turn, reached for the large cock Takehara had exposed and stroked it in the same way. The breaths escaping from their mouths gradually took on a sensual quality, while their low, whisper-like voices echoed throughout the treasury.

"Mmh♥ Ahh~~~♥ Your cock, boss…… The hardness and thickness are just perfect…… Just seeing you get hard from kissing me makes my own cock ache so badly~~"

"Heh heh…… Your thick cock is exactly my type, too♥"

　The act of seeking each other out with the muscular bodies they had long yearned for far exceeded anything they could have imagined.

　Their hands were rough and forceful, yet the two smiled at each other as though cherishing one another. Without even needing to put it into words, they were already moving on to the next step.

"Boss, with your cock being this thick…… don't you think my ass might break if you put it in……?"

"Let's just give it a try. After having that big ass of yours flaunted right in front of me, I can't hold back anymore……! Come on, hurry up. Let's enjoy some wild, beast-like male mating♥"

　Shimura gently pushed Takehara down onto the floor and began carefully inserting his thick fingers into his anus, slowly loosening it.

　Suppressing his moans, Takehara wore an ecstatic expression as Shimura fingered his anus, while his body gradually prepared itself to receive the enormous foreign object.

"Ah…… Ahh! Boss! Bossss~~!! I love you! I love you sooooo much~~♥♥"

"Hehehe, you adorable thing…… I love you too, partner♥"

　The fit of their newly transformed bodies was unbelievably pleasurable, while their souls had already become so perfectly accustomed to them that it felt as though they had always been this way.

　On top of that, their testosterone-filled bodies were overflowing with an overwhelming sexual desire, like beasts in heat. They continued to drown themselves in pleasure, as though unwilling to let this miraculous night come to an end.

　Apparently, Takehara's ass was still the same as it had originally been, and 【Makoto Hamada】's well-used, sperm-stained big cock slid inside without much resistance, plunging in and out with ease. Even so, the sensation of its thick shaft grinding roughly against his intestinal walls was overwhelming, and moans resembling screams escaped Takehara's mouth.

　It was a strange sensation, a mixture of pain and pleasure that somehow felt nostalgic, and Takehara writhed in agony and ecstasy.

"It's going in~~♥ Boss's big cock is…… inside meee—ahhh♥♥"

"Uohhhhh! Sex between two beefy muscle men……!! Feels so good……♥ So this is the ass of an active rugby player, huhhh♥"

"Th-there♥ Right there, my prostate! Pound it hard, please♥ Nnnngh♥♥ Feels sooo good~~♥ Ah♥ Ahhn♥ Aahh♥ If you fuck me this hard…… I-I'm gonna cum already♥ My ass is gonna memorize the shape of your cock……♥♥"

　As Shimura increased the speed of his thrusting hips, the sound of flesh striking flesh echoed throughout the treasury, and Takehara responded by lifting his own hips to meet each thrust.

　His inexperienced intestinal walls greedily clung to Shimura’s rock-hard cock, squeezing it tightly as though determined never to let it go. Sensing that Shimura was nearing climax, Takehara let out a sweeter, more pleading voice than before.

"【Dad】…… Shoot inside my intestines……! I want to get pregnant with 【Dad】's cum……♥"

"!? ……Yeah, all right. I'll fill you up with plenty of my sperm, 【Ushio】!!"

　Before they knew it, the two men were no longer calling each other by their original names for one another, but by terms corresponding to the bodies they now resembled. Of course, neither of them found anything strange about it at all——.

"Ahhh!! 【Dad】's hot cum…… You're filling me up with so much of it~~~♥♥"

"Haaah……♥ Heehee……♥ The boundary between me and my 【Ushio】 is melting together with our cum, and we're becoming one~~♥♥"

　Arching his back, Takehara quickly reached his limit, and Shimura followed soon after, spilling every last drop of his cum inside Takehara's intestines. The milky-white fluid, released with tremendous force, coiled inside Takehara's belly.

　The Hamada father and son tried to avert their eyes after witnessing the beast-like mating of the two men whose physiques were almost identical to their own. Yet, for some reason, they found themselves unable to tear their gazes away from the obscene spectacle——and even became aroused themselves.

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　Still lost in the afterglow of having sex in their new bodies, Shimura and Takehara staggered over to the Hamada father and son and released them from their restraints.

　Makoto had no idea why they had done so, but he quickly backed away, hiding Ushio, who had likewise been freed, behind him. Then he nervously looked down once more at the body he had been transformed into.

　Even while crouching, he could tell that the ground was much closer than usual. It was proof that he had become shorter. To make matters worse, his chest sagged beneath a thick layer of fat, his belly protruded heavily forward, and his eyes fell upon the frail arms and legs supporting that bulky torso.

　Makoto felt as though he were about to lose his mind, and with his sweaty palms, he frantically kneaded his sagging chest and belly. He had found himself hoping that, if he did so, his original body might somehow return.

　But of course, there was no way such a miracle could happen——.

　If anything, the unmistakable sensation of the penis between his legs only made matters worse, sending a shuddering thrill of pleasure racing down his spine. He did not want to admit it, but the body he now inhabited, belonging to a homosexual man, desperately craved an impossibly powerful male physique.

　As if responding to that desire, Shimura pushed Makoto to the ground and straddled him, then flashed a leering grin as his enormous cock sprang erect.

"You…… you two…… Put our bodies back the way they were! If you do that, we'll pretend none of this ever happened——"

"I don't know how the hell you did it, but hurry up and put our bodies back!!"

　The anguished cries of the two men whose bodies had been forcibly taken over were nothing more than naïve delusions to Shimura and Takehara now. Annoyed by their complaints, Shimura ran a hand over his thinning hair, ignoring the Hamada father and son's voices as he roughly stroked 【his own】 massive cock.

"How the hell are we supposed to turn you back when we don't even know what happened to us……? Besides…… who in their right mind would throw away a body like this and actually want to go back to some fat old man's body? You could search the whole damn world and you wouldn't find a single weirdo like that! Right, partner?"

"Exactly, boss♥ Once you've gotten a body with this much strength coursing through every inch of it, there's no way I'd ever want to go back to my scrawny old body!"

　As though they intended to erase the very existence of the Hamada father and son, the two gay men began kissing passionately once again. Their intense kiss was so deep that they stirred each other's saliva until it splattered from the corners of their mouths, accompanied by an overwhelming rush of pleasure. Before long, Shimura and Takehara's testicles began to rise and tighten.

　And the new power that had welled up to the point of overflowing deep within their mighty bodies was now directed toward partners who looked like versions of their former selves.

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"No, stop~~!! I don't want to be fucked by a man……"

　The moment Shimura pushed Makoto down, Makoto had assumed that a familiar cock would be inserted into his anus. But before he knew it, he found himself having his still-unfamiliar cock forced into Shimura's wet asshole as Shimura straddled him. Shimura's ass swallowed the cock without the slightest hesitation.

"Whoa!? W-whoaahhh♥♥♥"

　The cock whose sensations were still unfamiliar was smoothly sucked into the slick hole, and Makoto was immediately overwhelmed by pleasure so intense that it made his head spin.

"Ooh…… A gay old man's filthy cock is buried deep inside the ass of a straight father who's got kids……♥ Maybe it's because this straight body is resisting, but the feelings of pleasure and disgust are fighting it out in my head, and it's sending shivers down my spine♥ ……Which means that now that you've become a gay man's body, you're actually enjoying sticking your cock into a man's ass, aren't you?"

　Makoto tried to firmly deny it, but the words caught in his throat. Because it was exactly as Shimura had said. Makoto's body as it was now was trembling at the forbidden act of sex between two men.

　Normally, a heterosexual man would find such a thing disgusting and filthy, something to be avoided. And yet, the sensation and warmth of a cock inside his ass felt unbearably good——.

　With his lower body stiffening, he reached orgasm almost without realizing it, and his vision began to flicker. Even though the one having sex with him was the very man who had stolen his body, a deep, throbbing numbness spread through his lower abdomen, as though he were completely satisfied.

(Why……? I'm not a gay……)

　Despite his growing panic, Makoto suddenly realized that his hips were making small back-and-forth movements, leaving him stunned. The pleasure of being skillfully squeezed by the hole and having the tip of his cock sucked made his current body move of its own accord.

　Takehara, meanwhile, was thrusting a monstrously thick cock that his original body could never have possessed deep into Ushio's ass, moaning as he drove his hips against him with abandon. His radically altered body possessed a rugged strength capable of embracing everything, and the distinctly masculine scent of a man who had presumably built his physique through rugby tickled Takehara's nostrils, making it impossible for him to do anything but thrust his hips according to his instincts.

　Even the formal festival attire he wore only encouraged those impulses further, heightening his sensual excitement.

"Don't worry…… As thanks for letting us have your bodies, my partner and I will make damn sure this Umigami Festival goes off without a hitch♥"

"What the hell did you just say!? You're nothing but a couple of thieves!! No matter how much you two come to resemble us on the outside, there's no way the villagers won't see through you!!"

　Makoto was right. Even if their appearances had come to resemble the Hamada father and son to some extent, as long as their facial features and other crucial details remained unchanged, the villagers would undoubtedly realize that they were impostors.

　And yet, for some reason, Shimura and Takehara were convinced that they could completely pass themselves off as the Hamada father and son. As though responding to their determination, the sacred jewel once again began to shine brilliantly.

——Ripple.

　Shimura and Takehara's entire bodies rippled. At the same time, their skin gradually turned a sun-browned, dark tan——the sort of complexion one would expect from fishermen. But that was not the end of the transformation.

　The features of their faces, which could easily have been described as ugly, began to reshape themselves, transforming into the rugged, handsome faces of the Hamada father and son.

　As the trembling in their bodies began to subside, the two asses, which had been stretched wide enough to swallow a cock without hesitation, also closed with a faint sound. The transformation had been so precise, so exquisitely detailed, that even their closest relatives would have been unable to distinguish them from the real thing.

　A smile appeared on the lips of Shimura, who had by then become none other than 【Makoto Hamada】 himself. His breathing, the body odor emanating from the surface of his skin——everything matched Makoto's exactly.

　It was the moment when the appearance of 【Makoto Hamada】, Ushio's father and the finest fisherman in the village, had 【returned to normal】. Beside him, 【Ushio Hamada】 likewise curled the corners of his mouth into a smile.

"Looks like the god of this village has smiled upon us after all♥ All that's left is to use these bodies to completely become you two and guard the sacred jewel here until tomorrow morning……"

　No! This was going exactly according to the thieves' plan.

　Ushio realized what was happening and tried to resist, only to be restrained from behind by Takehara, who had become a perfect copy of 【Ushio Hamada】.

　Before they knew it, the bodies of the real Hamada father and son had also transformed into appearances indistinguishable from those of Shimura and Takehara. Even their once-flaccid cocks were dripping with copious amounts of pre-cum, as though their bodies themselves were taking pleasure in what was happening.

　And so the tables were turned. This time, the new 【Makoto Hamada】 thrust his cock through the lewdly opened asshole of the slightly overweight 【thief】, while 【Ushio Hamada】 took the skinny 【thief】's cock into his own anus and began moving his body like a beast.

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"Soiya, soiya!! Oisa, oisa!!"

　It was one o'clock in the afternoon on the day of the festival. Beneath a perfectly clear sky, a group of rugged men carrying the mikoshi marched through the village, shouting their festival chants.

　Among them were the two men who had been chosen as the guardians of the sacred jewel for this thousand-year milestone. Dressed simply in pure-white headbands and fundoshi, their masculine physiques stood out all the more.

　Thick necks, broad shoulders, thick and powerful torsos, and heavy-boned limbs. The fact that they wore such plain white festival attire, without any unnecessary adornments, only made their massively muscular bodies stand out even more.

　They looked like incarnations of the god of the sea itself——powerful, rugged men perfectly suited to guarding the sacred jewel.

　Having fulfilled their important duty, the two men had both taken their places at the very front of the mikoshi procession as representatives of the men of the village.

"——Hey, look! The Hamada father and son are leading the mikoshi!"

"Just what you'd expect from Makoto and his son. Man, look at those thick bodies!!"

"Ushio, you look so cool~!! Aren't you even more muscular than you were last year!?"

　The two men, hailed as the heroes of this year's festival, had now become beloved celebrities throughout the village. The villagers who had crowded in just to see them called out with high-pitched cheers one after another, and the whole scene was practically indistinguishable from an idol surrounded by his fans.

　After guarding the sacred jewel throughout the night, the minds of 【them】 who emerged from the treasury had become completely assimilated into their bodies, from the tops of their heads to the tips of their toes.

　The fact that they had successfully completed everything, right down to returning the sacred jewel to the treasury after the ritual, left absolutely no room for anyone to suspect that they were impostors anymore.

"Wahaha! Looks like even more people came out to see the festival than last year, Dad!!"

"Yeah, you're right, Ushio! It is the thousandth festival, after all. Gufufu♥ We ought to thank everyone in the village for making it such a magnificent festival♥"

　The two men, newly reborn as 【Makoto Hamada】 and 【Ushio Hamada】, looked at each other and laughed together from the depths of their souls.

　Having become completely like the original 【Makoto】 and 【Ushio】, they carried the mikoshi while behaving exactly as a natural father and son would, and eventually made it safely to the shrine.

　Then, the two men who could be called the true stars of the festival were hoisted into the air in the center of the shrine. It was the perfect sight to bring the festival's grand finale to a close.

　Once the festival is over, Umigami Village will return to its everyday life. By the time summer comes to an end and the autumn breeze begins to blow, everyone will surely have let their memories of the festival, along with the legend surrounding the sacred jewel, fade with the passage of time.

　However, Makoto and the others, whose wishes had actually been granted by the sacred jewel, had a strong feeling that the tale claiming that it could grant wishes only once every hundred years was probably a lie spread by the villagers of the past to keep evil people away from it——.

　Surely that 【evil】 sacred jewel would grant wishes every year, perhaps even every time the festival was held.

　This village is small, but as a fishing village, it is home to many fine, powerfully built men whose physiques are every bit as impressive as Makoto and Ushio's. The Hamada father and son will probably not be chosen as guardians every year, but surely another opportunity will come around again in a few years.

(Until then, I'll enjoy these bodies to the fullest——)

　Hidden beneath their pure-white fundoshi, the cocks of Makoto and Ushio slowly hardened in secret, unnoticed by anyone else.

(End)