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A collaboration piece I did a couple months ago, finally fully proofread. Contains the following themes: transformation, orcs, m/m, muscle growth, hair growth, musk, bondage, anal, oral, multiple scenes, clothes ripping, etc. Enjoy! A collab by Arcsrazor and Centaurian I looked at the calendar on my wall, each date X'ed off leading up to tonight. Another full moon, another night in. I sighed. Granted, I was really getting into the groove of this schedule, but it wasn't without its risks. The sound of the doorbell jolted me, a sinking feeling forming in my chest. An unforeseen risk. Maybe they would go away, but the door rang again. I checked my phone; there was still time. I decided to answer and tell them to go away. I opened up the door and there was standing Ethan. Ethan was a good friend of mine, though we hadn’t spoken recently. He was 25, about the same age as me. He had a toned, medium build body with a moderate dusting of hair. His brown hair was in its typical, neat business cut, perfectly matched with his polo and khakis. The guy never relaxes himself. "Allen, so you are home! I was beginning to think there was no point to even trying to get ahold of you." Ethan said angrily as he pushed past me. "It's like you've been avoiding my calls to see what's going on or texts for that matter. Almost like you've dropped off the face off the earth. You better damn well give me some answers as to why you are pulling this shit! I mean we haven't seen you at Softball in weeks the coach has already replaced your position on the team, I don't even see you around at the gym anymore. That used to be the one place I could always catch you. I've been missing a proper spotter dude!" After getting over the initial shock of the outburst and barging in, I get to the immediately pressing task at hand. I tried several times to interject, but Ethan just wouldn’t shut up. I finally yelled in exasperation. "Ethan! Would you shut up for two seconds! I've had a lot of stuff going on in my personal life ok? Now, we can talk about this sometime soon, but I'm busy tonight ok? So if you could-" I started trying to guide Ethan towards the door before any more time is wasted. He, of course, started resisting and shouted back, "Doing WHAT!? You are not getting off the hook that easily! If you aren't willing to explain yourself for simply writing me off you might as well consider this friendship over. I wasn't looking to take it to this point but what you are doing is straight up avoidance of your friends. You know Susan, she actually has been wondering if it's been because you've gotten caught up in drugs or something. The way you've dropped off radar so fast. She's been thinking about arranging some sort of intervention crap!” He just kept going on and on… I had to get him out of here. “It's not drugs is it Allen? Dude, are you doing steroids!!?? You are looking bigger, and you must be getting your work done somewhere else since you no longer frequent the gym." I flushed a bit. The monthly changes had come with certain permanent aspects, increased musculature being one of them. It's true that I had been avoiding the gym to avoid certain people. The sudden change in my physicality would have been a dead give-away. I felt a pulse throb through my chest, and my eyes widened. I had to get him out of here now. "Look, I'm not on anything ok? I'm just busy recently and have a lot on my plate. Can we please just talk about this later?" The veins in my arms started to bulge a bit with the heightened blood flow in my body, my push becoming a bit more forceful. But Ethan just wouldn’t give up the goddamn fight. *** "Dude watch the hands! You know steroid usage is coupled with bursts of anger. You say you aren't on anything but if that's the case then you better have some explanation more than my plate is a little full. Does my friendship mean so little to you? I mean if someone in your family died and you've needed time that would at least be something sensible but no one's heard a peep from you. It's left many of us starting to wonder if you’re even worth the time." I said, feeling incensed that he kept wanting to brush the issue aside. This was turning into a ‘speak now or forever hold your peace’ ordeal, and he almost seemed like he didn’t care... or is it that he's distracted? Figuring he's more concerned with ejecting me from the premises, I decided to dig in my heels and refuse to budge. "I'm not going anywhere until we talk about this. You aren't considering the weight of the issue!" I was a bit thrown by a sudden change in his voice and demeanor. "Fine" he said in a voice slightly deeper than before, "But if you're going to stick around, you better damn well help." Before I could respond again, he grabbed me by the arm and started dragging me towards his basement door. The strength with which Allen pulled me with was frightening. He did it with such ease almost as if he was throwing a pillow across the room. Almost lifting me from my feet as he yanked me after him, I almost lost my footing trying to keep up. I was actually stunned into silence and slight confusion as to what the hell he was talking about. Upon reaching the bottom of the steps, Allen pushed me against a wall to wait while he started fiddling with something. My eyes try to process their surroundings to make sense of what was happening, slowly adjusting to the lower light. It was his basement still left unfinished; he had seemingly mentioned plans once or twice with the intent to fix it up but having never gotten around to it. Its cold cement floor the typical gray with white painted cinderblock walls that lined the room. As I began to take in the items scattered in the room, my mind was having difficulties putting the puzzle together. There were various lengths of chains strewn across the floor: some rudimentary shackles, various sized padlocks, in one of the darker corners I even spotted what looked like a wrought iron cage. Was this some sort of sex den he had brought me into? Turning my head towards him, I saw him fiddling with keys on some type of manacles that had been braced into the wall. "Allen, what the hell is all of this?" I said indignant. Not sure I wanted to understand what he had been talking about-worried that this might be taking a turn that I didn't want anything to do with. Allen seemed to struggle with his shirt-which hadn’t looked as tight a few minutes ago-and turned to me after. "I'll explain later, just help chain me up, alright? No back talk" He said in a gruffer voice, baring his teeth. His torso was already glistening with a light perspiration as he starts unlocking the device. "You seriously want me to lock you up!? Have you lost your mind?" Despite my hesitation, I moved over to assist, figuring maybe it might be safer to have him restrained for the moment while I try to get some answers. After closing the latch and backing away from him I couldn’t help but notice his straining erection having tented his pants rather obscenely. I speechlessly waited there while my mind grasped for any explanation that made sense. He gave the restraints a firm tug, keeping in place. He grunted and huffed a sigh of relief. Or was it a grunt of something else? His chest seemed to swell with every breath, muscles striating. The nipples seemed to be looking a bit off as well. "Thank... you..." He could barely seem to get words out. As I stared on, wishing somebody would start providing answers, I observed my friend's body. Perspiration seemed to be gathering across his hairy chest; his breathing was increasing, and it seemed like he was having difficulty focusing. His longer black hair hid the beads of sweat breaking out across his forehead. He had definitely gotten more buff since I had seen him last and I was kind of shocked. My eyes, mid-thought, are immediately drawn to some golden barbells that now pierced his nickel sized nipples. "Oh you've gotten piercings..." I kind of absentmindedly observed as I noted the new addition. My friend elicited a moan while he shuddered for a second. I noticed it seems like his newly displayed erection wasn't dying down, in fact it was quite the opposite. I wondered if my eyes were deceiving me as it looked like his arms started to grow. My voice trembled out of concern as I begged loudly, "Why are you having me do this? What the hell is happening!?" *** "For your... safety... Needed to lock... before-urrrgh." I grunted and snarled a bit. The change, while pleasurable, did sometimes have its elements of discomfort. Partly due to the fact that I still had my pants on. My erection throbbed uncomfortably against the tight-fitting fabric, growing increasingly more obscene in its scope. I tried a little modesty, but I knew it wouldn’t last long. I was surprised he hadn't left yet. My nipples tingled warmly from the golden metal, pulsing energy through me in matching time with the throbbing of my cock. Veins bulged across my arms as I flexed impulsively against the restraints, my biceps swelling like softballs and further, my forearms growing thicker, making the manacles a bit tight. Not helping my pants situation, I could feel my legs tremble and swell, the sound of fabric starting to strain at the seams. The quickest changes hovered around my chest, nipples pulsing a little larger and more sensitive, the off color turning a light, sickly green, and spreading over my chest. Though it would have been hard to tell with the itchy hairs increasing on my already hairy chest. "Thisss... is... a part of... me" I said through an altering mouth. My tongue danced clumsily against growing lower canines and a more defined chin. My nose flared slightly more with each huff, making my sense of smell greater. *** I was taken aback, not knowing if I should turn and run or stay out of concern for Allen. My mind screamed at me that everything I was witnessing with gaping eyes was unnatural, impossible, and while I know my mind should have been breaking from the impossibility of it, I found myself watching on. I stood astonished as I started to hear the ripping of seams, knowing how tough the seams in jeans were. Watching my friend's body swell visibly while he groaned and grunted in what can only be taken as pleasure, I stepped closer to him, wanting to observe with a better view. The front of his jeans was developing a dark spot where his pre was staining the fabric. Feeling a strange sensation, I looked down and realized I had actually gotten hard myself. My mind clearly in denial, I looked back up and notice my friend's broadening brow, his teeth seemingly sharper as two of his lower ones began to creep past his lips, extending upward and thickening into emerging tusks. A sound drew my attention to his feet where I noticed the laces starting to pop apart. My friend’s sneakers started to betray the size of the growing feet hidden inside. The leather gave an audible strain as my friend growled loudly. I almost broke a smile as the sound of stitching ripping apart filled the room, and I saw relief break across his changing face. The sides popped open on his left foot, while the toes of the shoe separated from the sole on his right. His upper body strength was growing at an alarming rate. His pectorals heaved while the skin darkened in shade, sweat matting his chest hair. Their size reminded me of the large dinner plates served at some Italian restaurants, his areolas were now at least quarter sized with the barbells piercing them still glinting in the basement light. *** The rush was incredible, no less enjoyable than the other months I experienced it. My poor shoes didn't make the struggle, but the rip and feeling of air was so satisfying. My legs almost begged to be released from the increasingly strained pants, a couple parts of the seam splitting slightly when I flexed. My chest was heavy with muscle, making it hard to see my abs harden from a decent 6-pac to a tight 8-pac. My arms developed even further, my shoulders bulging outwards as well. Were the manacles not heavy duty, I would have ripped through the restraints then and there. Every tug I gave showed off the increasing flare of my lats, turning green as with the rest of my torso. My cock ached to be freed, the tight friction not doing any favors to calm the beast. I gave a deep, masculine grunt of pleasure as more pre leaked from the tip. My balls swelled against the confines as well, heavy with testosterone and virility. My glutes flexed against their prison, two boulders of hairy flesh increasingly straining to be freed. I licked my darkening lips, navigating around my increasingly lengthened tusks. My ears tingled as they gained slight points. The green spread light in color against the skin, but older areas were darker, the nipples a darker green than the chest. I could smell Ethan as he got closer, smelling his mix of fear and... arousal. A part of me took a primal pleasure in that as I smirked. His scent, partially masked by his cologne, served to make me hornier. I would have pounced on him given the chance. At the same time, I could tell the musk emanating from me had gotten thicker. A heavy pheromone piercing the air, though not as strong as it could be. *** As I continued to take in my friend's changes visually it seemed like the air was getting thicker, almost like an invisible haze had entered the room. A smell like the light musk that lingers in a locker room simply by the repeated presence of men sweeping through it. Not unpleasant, just overtly masculine. I watched on as my buddy writhed a bit against his bindings, stretching and flexing his legs. I guessed he was trying to rid himself of the pants which I could only imagine had to be seriously getting in the way at that point. I started to hear some rips again coming from the denim fabric trapping the changes from my view. A louder rip revealed openings-one over his outer side quad and the other one wrapping around his hamstring. After pausing a second, the struggle renewed with intensity as the obvious beast between his legs struggled for release. I looked on with increasing interest, for a moment tempted to aid him, but part of me was curious to see if he was going to be able to do it on his own. I was close enough where I could reach out and touch him, but yet I stayed fixed to my post almost as if I had a deep need to bear witness. I had this growing urge to want to explore his expanding muscles, to want to feel him growing in mass right in my hands so that maybe my head could wrap around what it was actually seeing. I couldn't begin to figure out what motivating factors were possibly behind my thoughts; I was caught up in the moment and unable to leave, that much I knew. I was again drawn down to see his feet pushing out from their confines, the remnants of the leather splitting open and folding outward from the sole like an opening flower. His feet flexed in their socks, enjoying their newfound freedom. Some holes had even started to open up in the fabric as I noted how much bigger they appeared. All my mind's eye could summon as a comparison were images of the hulk's feet. They hadn't unveiled themselves totally yet. *** I licked my dark green lips, the sensations increasingly sensual. My tusks were now pronounced from my mouth, my nose flared even wider, the tip upturning. Every scent in the air became clearer still, and I got turned on by my own scent. Despite my musk’s strength, I could sense the continual arousal from Ethan. A more primal part of me chuckled, the voice deep and masculine as it rumbled from my expanded chest, as a dark part of my mind fantasized about the implications of that arousal. I could feel my ears flick as the points grew a bit longer, and my vision shifted slightly as my upper brow grew a bit more pronounced. I rotated my wrists and flexed my arms again, hands curled into fists larger than most men, with rough green palms. A thick dusting of hair covered my torso, forearms, and hands, matted with the sweat trickling from my body by the exertion of the change. My body felt hot, especially concentrated around the piercings still pulsing from my nipples. I flexed my toes and stamped my feet, ripping through the remaining fabric of the shoes and socks. That done, I gave a grunt as I took in a deep breath of air and flexed my legs harder than ever. My green tinted legs tore through more of the fabric. Jeans were such a tough material to shred, but newfound muscle proved even stronger. The seams were fully pulled apart, and one last flex of the glutes tore the waistband, the button popping off at the same time. The ruined jeans fell away to reveal huge, hairy legs, the deep green enriching my skin reaching down to the last parts of my feet. My underwear strained against the bulge formed in the front, uncommonly large. My balls also strained the fabric, swollen with virility. The fabric was soaked with a mix of sweat and pre-cum, the scent of musk getting even stronger than before. I let out a grunt of satisfaction, my hands instinctively straining to touch my bulge but not having enough reach. I let out a frustrated grunt as I strained. *** I watched with some strange sense of satisfaction as the seams burst wider apart, beginning to let his pants legs flap about his massively carved thighs and calves in his struggles as they lost their grip on him. As he gave a kind of forward thrust and a pleased grunt, the button on the front of his jeans ricocheted off my thigh. The rather large head of his cock pushed through the zipper, breaking it. It was covered in stained cotton as his briefs still clung to him. He had breached the seam near on one side of his waist from a combination of his widening hips and his growing muscular ass. It began to fall away from him like parts of a molted shell as his enlarging lower body could finally feel the air circulate around it. The aforementioned haze deepened to a fog. He stood there with his boxer briefs clinging to his massive tool tenting the sweat and pre stained fabric, the basket of it stretched by his heavy sac. He strained against his chains, trying to break free. His grunts and groans were starting to come more frequently, something must have been building. I noticed how his green pointed ears neatly framed his face with his new thickened brow line. The actual eyebrows seemed to be bushier in texture. Gruff stubble broke out all over his face and widened chin. When his eyes weren’t closed in pleasure, they had more wild look about them. They flicked around the room to take in their surroundings at an alarming pace almost in an animalistic way. His tusks thick and prominent now stood two inches above his fleshier lower lip and gave his visage a more fearsome look. His nose was stretching as he looks down at me, its shape reminding me of a pig somehow. For a second, I thought he was laughing as his chest rumbled. The nose’s upturned tip and now widening nostrils flared as he continued to breathe deeply between the increasing grunts and longer bassy groans. The fabric of his briefs became increasingly taut as his ass continued to gain mass. I found myself anticipating the unveiling, curious to see the changes that have developed. *** Even as the changes started to finalize through my body, the pulsation only seems to increase. Veins bulged on my body as my heart steadily pounded faster. My large hands groped at the chains of the restraints as I tugged, wanting the freedom, wanting to touch my large, virile body. The bonds didn't budge, but I continued to tug, flexing. My chest bulged, rippled with striations. The golden barbells almost seemed to glow from their heat-my large, dark green nipples hard and protruding. I tossed my head back, heavy black hair cascading behind as I gave a roar and grunt of power. It was a deep bellow that almost seemed to shake the room. I gritted my teeth, tusks protruding dangerously, and planted my feet into a wide stance. I flexed my legs hard, in tune with the pulses running through my body. The tingling of change lessened more and more, but it was replaced with heightened awareness of the power and sensitivity radiating from me. My heart picked up even more pace, my cock rubbing with a sweet, raw friction against my underwear. My balls strained at the fabric, desperate to escape their tight prison. I flexed my body faster, glutes and cock working hard to make that last push. My heavy chest heaved, and I let out a snarling growl. My eyes, irises turned a dark red, focused on the small man in front of me. With a deep grunt and another roar, I tilted my head back and flexed as hard as ever, every inch of my green body wet and defined. With a loud rip, my cock broke free, a green as dark as my nipples. My balls bounced into view before drawing up to my body, my cock twitching with power. Sweet release as I shot a volley of cum, thick and white across the air. I couldn’t see where it landed in my closed bliss, but the reaction from the small man gave me a clue. My balls bounced with every shot, rope after rope of cum cascading across the distance onto the man who had not left. *** I stared at my friend becoming the beast as he thrusted in earnest watching as rips continued opening through his briefs. With one final thrust and a bellowing roar it finally snapped free the waistband popping open like an overstretched rubber band. His member revealed to me was masculine art as it stood throbbing before me. His member at least ten inches long and probably a good seven inches around was massive. It was at least as thick as my wrist, and his musky smelling nuts now housed testicles that had to be the size of jumbo grade A eggs. It began launching volley after volley of arcing seed as it splatted against my chest quickly drenching my shirt. His nuts spasming in their sac as he continued to let out successive grunts expressing the thorough pleasure he was reveling in. I didn't even flinch as I stood there feeling it soak through the fabric the smell of his seed putting that heady musk directly in my face as if I had buried mine directly in his crotch. I watched as the beast came down from his high lying slack against his chains. His breath was heaving as his body remained a carved work that would make Leonardo Da Vinci’s David jealous. I figured it would take him a bit to recover as it looked like the beast was settling into a brief rest. I went over to one of the side walls to lean against it as I settled to the floor. I sat there with my mind feeling vacant. I realized I needed to do some thinking with regard to the events that had just transpired, but it was like the gears in my head had frozen and refused to turn. I sat there with my legs extended in front of me as I laid my head against the wall and found myself slowly drifting towards sleep, still covered in my friends ample deposit of cum, and I think my head found it easier to accept the descending darkness. *** After blacking out for a good remainder of the night, I slowly came to my senses. The basement was still dark, but it must have been morning. My body felt a bit sore, particularly around the wrists where I was restrained. I looked down at my body. Human... smaller... naked. The air was still warm. I stretched in my shackles, the chains clanging a bit. I heard a shifting in the corner and saw Ethan resting against the wall, his clothes crusty. I remembered him standing in front of me, certain scents... but I'd worry about that later. I called out to him. "Hey Ethan, you awake? I can't unchain myself right now since you have the keys." *** I woke up hearing Allen calling out to me. My back was sore from having been slouched against the wall. I raised my head to look over at my friend, naked and his skin flushed. I slowly started processing and realize I still had the keys from last night in my pocket. He was leaning up against the wall, his frame noticeably smaller but still well defined. He was kind of avoiding looking at me as he stood there exposed to me. I tried to figure out if he was embarrassed or what exactly he was thinking, but then again, I guess he was in the same boat. I lifted myself up from the floor walking over to him. I released him from his bonds and he gripped his wrists trying to ease some of the pain from them. I told him "You might want to get cleaned up... I'll meet you upstairs when you are ready. The thought occurred to me to leave you chained but you at least deserve to retain some dignity while you give me an explanation." With that, I turned to walk up the stairs and headed to his couch in the living room to wait. *** I mumbled out a thanks before looking around. It's then that I realized all the clothes I had on shredded, besides the shirt. I bundled it up in front of my junk and tried to get to my room quickly. "One sec" I said as I passed by the living room to mine, going into my dresser for a new set of clothes. A lot of my wardrobe had to be updated since the changes had begun, my clothes a little baggy just in case. After changing into a pair of workout shorts and a tank top, I headed into the living room. I cleared my throat. "So... about last night... how are you doing by the way? Should I uh... grab you a new shirt?" I felt flushed, a bit embarrassed. I hadn't expected my secret to get out, and now here I was. His reaction so far had been... unexpected to say the least. At least he wasn't freaking out. He responded, with some exasperation, "Well while as I've never quite experienced what happened last night I think that the shirt isn't even on the list of topics to cover. I'll wash it later! I guess what happened last night explains some of the questions I had before I even conceptualized this as a possibility. Namely the questions as to why you've been avoiding me and everyone else. So without needing to get into that lets keep things to the topic of what the hell happened last night!" I nodded my head and sit down on the arm chair in the room. I sighed, collecting my thoughts. Where to begin? "I'm not fully sure when it started. Well... a while back I was looking into getting some piercings, and I heard that nipple ones increased sensitivity. I had sat on it a while, but I found a place online and went. It was an odd place; shady, but it had good reviews, so I braved it. My piercer was a strange fellow, but it went over well, and I was left with these." I gestured to the golden barbells. "They felt fine, but during that next full moon, I basically blacked out. The pleasure emanating from the piercings was so intense... and I was caught off guard that I woke up the next morning in my trashed living room, clothes torn up. I vaguely remembered the night, and I'm glad I didn't go out and hurt somebody." I sighed deeply. "I tried to go back to the place for answers, but the place had either moved or been closed down. I was scared, but... I was also... intrigued. The change has its uh *cough* benefits..." I said, blushing a bit. "So I figured out a way to do it safely. I had a few things set up in the basement, but I've found that the cage works best. I can't reach through the bars in my... orc form. Although it's not comfortable, it works. The shackles worked surprisingly well too, and a lot more comfortable despite the wrist pain. So... there you have it. I'm a freak." *** "Man if you mean like a freak of nature don't ever think that. A freak of a different kind, well something could be said for the way you thrusted your way out of those briefs launching your jizz across the room. That was something!" I said with a blush, my mind replaying the scene. "To say a few benefits might be selling it short you looked like you enjoyed the fuck out of that! So you are looking to just contain it not get rid of it? It's that good huh?” He shrugged, giving a wry smile. "Yeah, I want to keep it. It's been a bit tough, but it's been worth it. It's even started to help me, in some respects" he said as he flexed one of his arms to himself. "I'm just glad you helped me out in time. I'm not sure what would have happened to you had I been free. I mean, my mind is still 'there', but it's on a different frequency, in a sense. More impulsive, different inclinations. You can't let anyone know about this though. Tell them I'm doing well, that I'm busy or something, but I can't let them know about me. You have to promise me, Ethan." I sat there thinking a bit trying to figure out if I am willing to sign onto this. Keeping the secret is a no brainer, because I wouldn't want to hurt my friend, but I could back away now and I guessed he would understand and respect my decision. I mean, I would hope that my friend could successfully keep all this under wraps and there would be no further risks, but then I thought about the chance encounter that happened tonight. If that was enough to throw off his cover then how could he best ensure maintaining the secret? "My silence is guaranteed. I'm mean if you aren't looking for help finding a way out of this, how can you best make sure that you can maintain there won't be a risk of discovery? I mean think about last night." *** I paused for a moment, considering. Ethan had a good point. I had managed these past few months alright, but there weren’t any guarantees. "I hadn't really considered it. Things had been fine so far, and the installation in the basement worked well. You do have a point... but what exactly are you proposing? It sounds like you have a plan? Or are you just warning me?" "It's not that I'm proposing something in as much just making sure you are taking into account the apparent risks and deterrence you might have to run to ensure your secret stays yours or only those you trust." He pauses a moment before continuing. "Allen, I mean if you think about it the best way to 'manage' something like this is to have someone to cover should anything go awry so I guess if you wanted my help I can offer it, as I doubt there might be anyone else that you can think of to help." "Hmm..." I thought for a moment. It made a lot of sense. I nodded. "You're right man. If you're willing to help out, I'll accept it. It's nice to have someone who knows now at least. And I haven't been the best friend, so thanks for not bailing." I gave a small smile, sitting up a bit taller as if a weight has been lifted. "And hey, like I said, the chains are definitely easier on the body than that tight cage. I really appreciate this man. I'll keep you up to date on the cycle. And hey, if you don't mind switching to a new locale, we can even start working out together again." *** "Okay, but only if you are paying the first quarter of my fees." It felt nice to have reconnected after so long an absence from Allen, even if this was a majorly weird way to do it. I realized, thinking to myself, that I couldn't deny some part of me had a residing interest in the change I had witnessed. Part of me had wondered if he had ever captured it to witness the full extent of it himself. I felt my face flush at the thought as I stared off out a window for a moment. He smiled wider. "Then it's settled. We'll get this all sorted out for next time. But for now, breakfast?" ---- Well, two moons later and it looked like we were finally starting to develop a routine. Allen and I would meet up for workouts a few times a month just to keep tabs before the full moon approached. On the day of, we'd usually spend the evening watching movies or some such to while away the time before moonrise. When the moment was near we'd head down to the basement. We stuck with the manacles as restraint for his comfortability as his change would start. He first tried sticking with wearing sweats figuring it would give the least resistance and I convinced him if it was comfort he was going for and since he knew I had seen the goods so to speak, he might as well just wear a pair of briefs. Each time witnessing the change it never got old. Every time was just as intense for him, and I could see why part of him didn't want to be rid of it. I was finding it harder for me to hide my arousal when it would happen. Besides the beneficial side effects it provided he certainly didn't mind. The added strength, the hairier appearance, he even suggested a few times he thought the turning was making him just naturally hornier. He equated it to his latter teen years. *** I was sitting on the couch with Ethan, finishing up a movie. The alarm on my phone went off and I stood and stretched. "Well, looks like it's that time. Shall we?" I walked over to the basement and headed down the stairs. I stripped down from my clothes, comfortable on my large frame, but nothing ready for what was to come. I stripped down to my briefs, a bit baggy on my frame to compensate. Ethan helped me into the manacles, and I gave them a tug to check their strength, as good as ever. I gave him a nod and settled in. We talked for a few minutes until the all too familiar heat started to wash over my body, pulsing from my barbells. I gave a light groan of pleasure as I flexed my hands, getting into the groove of it. My muscles flexed and pulsed with the heat as they started to slowly expand outwards. A couple beads of sweat ran down my body. A little part of my mind started to awaken as well, the more impulsive beast inside. I reflexively licked my lips in anticipation of further changes. It was easiest to just give in as quickly as possible, the changes almost rewarding me for acceptance. My body continued to grow, the green tint forming from my nipples and flowing over my increasingly sweaty chest. My breath came out heavier, the changes continuing to expand. Nostrils flared out with every breath. My cock twitched and jumped to life, balls already starting to swell heavier with virility. Part of me wished I could have restraints that let me touch my cock, but I needed the rigidity. The tool throbbed with sensitivity, rubbing against the fabric of the ever tightening briefs. *** I stood before my friend in the throes of transformation again, watching as his dick rose rigid in his briefs and swelled in size as he moaned and shuddered. His body gained mass right before my eyes. As I looked on I was tiring of feeling envious of this pleasure Allen got to experience monthly and the sheer size of his body. An urge had been growing, the same way his cock expanded and began to stretch the fabric to its limits, inside me now to want to help him physically with the change to feel him as he changes. I walked up closer to him as he strained against the manacles and placed a hand across his rippling abdominals. Growling as his facial features were changing, he barely took the time to focus on me. He gave a slight look of confusion at my approach. I hooked my fingers into the band of his briefs peeling them back over the length of his cock, letting it pop out into view as the greenish hue washed across its length. "What... what arrrre you doing?" He said, letting out a deep gasp as the fabric pulled away from his junk. It throbbed as it came in contact with the air, as if in anticipation. "E-Ethan?" He said gruffly. "Shhhh big guy, sit back and try not to worry about me so you can focus on your changes buddy." I soothingly said while I pulled his briefs past his straining thighs and let them fall to the floor. I stared down at his pulsing rod as I wrapped my hands around the length of his changing shaft. I could feel the heft and weight of him and it was rock solid. Yet despite that, his penis flexed as he grunted, and I felt his cock expanding further in my hands. Its changing girth, its increasing length as its now lime green steadily darkened towards an emerald hue. Entranced, I bought its thickening head to my mouth, his dick jumping as it felt my breath caress across his glans. That heady scent that accompanied his previous changes was starting to fill the room and I sucked the head into my waiting mouth, swirling my tongue over Allen's massive dickhead. The taste was intoxicating as the pre that had been dripping from his slit washed across my taste buds. Deeper! I was instantly compelled to try and take more of him within my mouth as I started choking on his shaft in an attempt to deep throat as much of him as I can. Cutting off my air I started to gag a bit and my eyes watered. My hands now free, I moved my left down to cup his hairy sac as they grow heavier in my hands. My right hand creeped up over his pronounced, flexing abdominals up to meaty heaving pectoral to find the barbell piercing his quarter sized nipples and squeezed it. His dick jerked within my mouth in response and he elicited a roar as I teased the beasts rising passions. *** My breathing grew heavier, and not just because of the changes. My mind was still reeling from the unexpected attention, the more primal side pushing more quickly than usual. I couldn’t even think of a proper vocal response other than the occasional groan, my mind was growing so foggy. Those times before with the thoughts... the idea of dominating over him... smelling his arousal each time... I should have seen it coming. A little drool escaped my thickening, greener lips as my body shuddered from another moan. My GOD did that nipple stimulation work me over hard. Almost as if it was quickening me along. My body flexed as Ethan took me deeper, my heels digging into the hard floor. The pleasure was so intense; I could barely focus my sight. It hadn't been this bad since the first time I changed. Breath heavy, I tried to steady my heart rate and look down. I looked over the curve of my pecs down at Ethan below me, his eyes closed as he tried desperately to take more of my cock into his mouth. My cock leaked its generous amount of pre inside of him. I blinked a few times and squinted. The lighting was a bit dimmed, but something was definitely off. Ethan's ears looked larger... pointier. As his mouth came back to the tip of my shaft, I could see a slight discoloration in his lip, a pale green as if he were wearing some kind of makeup. My eyes widened as I realized what was happening, the human in me worried, the orc in me... excited. As if an instinctual part of me knew this would happen. I tried to let out a warning, something to stop it and help my friend, but the thicker, almost softer lips wrapping themselves down my length caused me to let out a moan instead. I could feel an orgasm slowly approaching, and I knew what that will mean for my friend. "E-Ethaa-ugh" I couldn't think... *** My left hand continued working Allen's nuts as they swelled to their new size as I continued trying to down his shaft in repeated strokes. His dickhead pushed back against my tonsils as I kept trying to get my throat to open wide enough to take him fully yet to no avail. My right hand had dropped to the hilt of his pulsating shaft to stimulate the length I couldn't fit entirely within. His grunts were getting louder I knew he had to be getting closer. Things seemed to be happening faster for him during this change and I wondered in part if my ministrations had something to do with it. Allen's body thrashed wildly as it seemed torn between wanting to thrust willingly to completion or as if trying to fight me off. With my vice grip around his cock making sure each stroke provided ample sensation and suctioning mouth keeping a firm fastness to him as if I was a man dying of thirst, I continued my efforts. Something was starting to give because the beast began thrusting his hips forward with a rising desperation as my left hand felt his sac tightening. The fingers of my hand running through the bushier hair he now sported there as the musk emanated thickly from his groin. I was beginning to grunt while I was downing him intently as I yearned for his impending release. My own cock trapped in my briefs strained my pants tightly. It was starting to become uncomfortable as I needed to free myself, to be able to touch myself as my friend was reaching the summit of his transition. Dropping my hand from his nuts I began to fumble with my zipper trying to quickly release myself from the trappings so that I could grasp my own tool. I could feel the tempo change within me as I knew the arousal from bringing my friend to the brink was bringing me near erupting myself. I quickly pushed my pants down past my knees so I could balance myself on them, my hard dick bobbing in the cool air for the basement. My dick was apparently awash with pre as my passions had been rising while servicing this orcish beast. Allen was thrusting urgently into my mouth hilting me on his cock as far as I could take him and withdrawing almost fully to repeat the process. I did my best to keep my lips locked in place to avoid any possible scraping. I kept trying to take any breath I could between the strokes as I let him use me to his own ends. The beast suddenly reared back against the chains holding him roaring loudly as his dick started flexing hard in my mouth as he shoved it in and started to push back into my throat holding it there. His testicles jumped repeatedly in their sac as he started to unload down my throat. I had no resistance as I tried to refrain from choking on his massive meat as he unloaded continuing to roar throughout. Time seemed to take forever to pass as surely this must have been the heaviest ejaculation he must have ever had up until this point. *** My breath came out ragged, heavy with the exertion of my orgasm. I hadn’t experienced anything so intense since I had first transformed. It had been a while since I had direct physical contact with my cock as well in this form. My heavy, virile balls had unleashed their load, and as the remainder of my physical changes coursed over my body, the orc in me smirked. Sweat dripped from my body, hot from the pleasures that had just ensued, making the scents in the air all the stronger. My dark green skin glistened in the dim light. I snapped out of my thoughts a bit as Ethan stood up. Even without seeing differences up close, I could smell a change. The wide nostrils of my snout flared as I took in a new musk mixing with mine, though it was a tad faint. I looked into Ethan’s face as he faced me, his height a little shorter than usual in comparison given my changes. “That was…good” I grumbled out in a deep baritone, smirking a tusky grin. It was then I could really take into consideration the alteration of his form. His ears had definitely gained length, and his own nose had flared out in the beginnings of a snout. His lips, green, were thicker, and I could espy the slightest poking of tusks from the lower. Beyond that, his still brown eyes had a new look to them, even more sly and cunning than before. He shifted closer, his breath rolling over my thick chest and neck. I let out a primal groan as he gropes my sac, my cock already hardening again. I pulled hard against my restraints as I forced my head down, loosely locking lips with the changing man. I closed my eyes, my ears picking up the sound of straining shirt fabric. I could feel his body pushing outwards against mine with each passing second, the green no doubt having spread over a large amount of his face at this point and creeping down his neck. Our cocks brushed against each other, mine smearing a layer of pre against his tighter shirt. I knew what I wanted; I wanted to change him faster. The small human voice was still unsure, but it was the orc’s time to play. *** His musk was filling the air, drifting off of his body in waves laced in the sweat that graced his torso and back, still lingering from his orgasm. My body still yearned for release and my head was swimming still from the frenzy of passion when I drank down his load. Something felt different. There was an energy coursing through me as I stood in front of him, moving my hand from his nuts to his thick shaft. He was still rigid and ready despite his recent climax. He looked down grinning at me, almost sizing me up, waiting to see what I'll do next. I had to stretch up to reach him as I pressed our cocks together and grinded against him. Something within me wanted more of him, and I debated in my head as to my next course of action. I started to tease his nipple with my mouth, my tongue feeling over the texture of the barbell. As I sucked on him I felt like my arms were getting stronger. My shirt tightened over my body, the seams over my shoulders I could hear the starting to tear slowly apart. I began to climb up Allen's body, gripping the chains to his manacles as I brought my hips to straddle his, wrapping my legs around him. I pulled him in for a kiss as I slowly thrusted my tool against his abdominals. I could feel his stiff cock brush against my ass cheek as I slid against him. I was coming to the realization that my goal had been achieved. While I may not have initially sought it directly, inadvertently I had wanted to be like Allen, and it seemed that in partaking of his essence, I could feel the changes coursing through me. The level of my horniness was becoming a fevered pitch; I needed to do something to satiate the growing need that was threatening to consume me. I slid down his torso some as I made contact with his shaft. Reaching my hand backwards, I began to line up his massive tool with the crack of my rear. He was still oozing pre even now as I let him thrust some to smear it as lube between my crevices. My actions seemed to be getting a rise out of him, and he is trying to reposition himself to gain some leverage to at least control his movements. As I was wrapped around him, I moved with him so I could remain entirely in control of the situation. Allen grunted in frustration while I kissed and lapped at his neck. The fabric across my back was beginning to tear in larger openings as my new expanding muscles flexed against it while I maneuver. With my legs entwined around his hips, I sensually grinded his pulsating dick between the cheeks of my ass. I could tell Allen had a growing desire to want to penetrate me as the teasing was beginning to frustrate him. He started to give off this bassy growl that reverberated through his massive chest. Clinging to him, I raised up to position the head of his cock at the entrance without the use of my hands. It took a few tries, but when I finally lined him up correctly, I could feel the head of his dick swelling in anticipation. I began to slowly press down with the increasing weight of my body as the head of his tool started to push against the sphincter muscle to try and gain entry. Trying to pace myself, I struggled with the idea of taking the pain all at once and trying to get it over with or easing into it slowly. As tensions rose on both of our parts, I opted for the first option. I shoved my weight down on his cockhead, taking in the whole head in one thrust and just a bit past it, letting out a sound between a roar and a yell as I felt my ass like it was on fire from being breached. Allen also growled, but his was from the growing pleasure of feeling his tool engulfed from such warmth. I sat there breathing through the initial pain as I gave my ass a moment to adjust to its invader. After some of the initial pain had subsided I start to slowly bounce using gravity and my weight to try and assist in taking on the many inches of Allen's emerald rod. *** My muscles bulged with the strain I was placing against my shackles, veins bulged along my beefy green arms and shoulders. Sweat trickled down the thick forest of hairs over my body, especially now that there was such prolonged body contact. As Ethan positioned himself over my cock, I flexed it into position, pushing against his tight, still human hole (though the tint of that muscle had started turning green from the exposure to my pre). As my head pierced through the barrier, my red eyes rolled in my head as I tilted my head back, letting out a roar of pleasure. It was almost painfully tight, but that just made it all the better. As he slowly started to bounce, I could feel some slight changes occurring. His weight was starting to feel a bit heavier hanging on my frame, his ass started to swell with weight as it flexed around more and more of my cock. His hole increasingly adjusted to taking my size, though the tightness remains just right. I could feel my pre lubing the inside of his hole, allowing me to enter deeper and deeper. I could see Ethan's nipples hard against the ever straining fabric of his shirt, and I licked my lips and tusks as I contemplated teasing his tight, increasingly orc-like body. Unable to help myself, I started giving small thrusts in time to his bouncing, getting him closer to my hilt. His thighs, cinched around my waist, bulked with muscle to match his no doubt glorious and furry ass. As I felt his ass bottom out on my cock, we both let out a primal groan. He adjusted his arms, gripping onto mine to steady himself in the position. However, our combined weight and pull proved too much. My ears flicked as I hear a loud CHINK and the resistance of the chains slackened; the wall attachment points broke completely free. Eyes wide, we fell forward to a rough landing. Ethan's breath left him for a moment, but his new body took the impact better than I anticipated. Having gained control of the situation, I gave him a mischievous grin as I started to hump with steady strokes into his large, green ass, his legs splayed below. I held onto his legs until I noticed his shirt was still on. I gave a deep chuckle as I gripped the fabric with both hands, pausing my thrusts for a moment, and flexing, cleanly ripped the fabric in half. His green, furry, muscled torso was revealed, his dark green nipples pert in the exposed air. I licked my large thumbs before placing them on his nipples, rubbing lightly in a circular motion, slowly increasing the pressure. He let out a grunt of pleasure, hot breath escaping from his porcine nose as he writhed in pleasure. I picked up my thrusts again, slowly to match the pace of the nipple teasing, but both are increasing every moment. *** As Allen thrusted into me with renewed vigor, the change that was coursing through my body was only adding to the increasing pleasure from his cock up my ass and hammering my prostate. I wrapped my thickening legs around him, his ass flexing as he thrusted in harder. The grunts of his were interspersed with his panting as his pace increased his body's exertion. He licked at my neck and sucked at my earlobe as he lost himself over to his instincts willingly. The transformation was nearing its completion, and my dick was anxiously dripping, desperate for release as it ground against my partner’s flexing hard abdominals. I was losing focus, mind barely holding onto reality as the passion along with the transformation was nearing its pinnacle. The only thing I could manage was to hold on tightly as I was being swept away, adrift in a sea of flooding sensations. Out of the haze, I believe I could hear him starting to near the summit of his journey as the sounds he elicited were becoming more savage. My body started to shudder against him as I could no longer control or resist my own rising urges within me. My new emerald cock had swollen hard against him, having increased in size and girth every inch of it feels the hunching of his abs, his belly fuzz tickling my shaft as his thrusts reached a frenzied pace. The climax exploded inside of my mind as it shatters like a thousand shard of glass, intense pleasure as my cock erupted against his abs and splashed between our two bodies. I couldn’t even consciously tell if I was making a sound as my mind had trouble distinguishing the environment around me lost in the clouds of pleasure and mind numbing intensity. As I continued to eject my seed, my ass has started clutching at his shaft frantically and involuntary, but it was throwing Allen over the edge of the abyss into the freefall of his impending orgasm. The thrust started to jar my body to its foundations as I felt a warmth explode within me, his cock flexing hard inside me. Allen liberally painted my insides with his seed, claiming me in an intense act of passion as his thrusting started to stagger, his seed still shooting within me as his breath heaved from his massive chest. As his thrusting subsided, Allen stays firmly lodged within me as he collapsed in exhaustion on my frame. Despite the added weight, I could still breathe thanks to my own frame. He nestled his head in the crook of my neck, his breathing slowing into my ear. My mind was still slightly lost in the haze of the high I had felt and never achieved before now. I raised my burly arms, wrapping around him and pulling him tight against me as I welcomed his enveloping mass of muscles. The feeling of my friend in my arms as we drifted off to sleep was a very anchoring experience, making the events of this night solidify in my mind; my orc knew that I belonged to him alone. *** It was another month, another night. Some program was on the TV, not that I was paying too much mind to it. The beeper on my phone went off, signaling the few minute warning. "Well, it's that time. Shall we?" I said, smiling, looking over at Ethan on the couch with me. He was wearing a loose chain harness on his frame, courtesy of the demolished shackles of my basement. His frame had filled out a good amount over the past month thanks to his initial change. We started working out together, getting a number of stares at our progress, but I didn't care. His chest was also a bit hairier than before too, his whole ensemble so vastly different than his normal polo demeanor. While I had been initially taken aback by his advance, the situation now felt right. We stood up and I pulled off my shirt, prepping for the changes I could feel about to tingle through my body. We started walking towards the basement door, me giving his firm ass a good squeeze before we headed down the stairs. I closed and locked the door behind us. It was going to be a very good night.

NAKED Part Nine “You want to know what it feels like lying atop my boyfriend?” “I mean…I don’t want to…do anything.” I had some doubts about that. Not that I didn’t believe him, but having been on top of my boyfriend’s muscular and perfect body, I knew how difficult it was going to be for him not to just start spontaneously pumping ropes of cum from his balls just feeling the sensation of his warm skin. So I smiled, and said, “I don’t think Lance would mind even if you did, but knock yourself out. I just don’t know exactly what he’ll do if you wake him up. He tends to be very…amorous after a nap.” Sam smiled and almost giggled at the thought. “I’ll be careful,” he said. The bed was already sagging under the increased weight of my boyfriend’s recently muscle-swollen body, but it still creaked with complaint when Sam set his knee on it and carefully, slowly, and cautiously climbed on top. Lance moaned and moved slightly, adjusting his leg and turning his face in the other direction, and Sam acted like he was trying to approach a lion in the African scrub, freezing in place. “He’s not that sensitive,” I said. Sam whispered, “He’s so warm. I can feel heat rising off him and I’m not even touching him.” I nodded. “It gets better. Feel his skin.” Sam hovered his hand over Lance’s butt. “Don’t be shy. He’s certainly not.” He lowered his palm against Lance’s ass and moved his palm across the firm hump of butt muscle. “Oh my god,” he said, predictably. Then he set his second hand on the other buttock and started to slowly and carefully caress my boyfriend’s ass. “Oh my god,” he repeated, “he feels like…it’s so smooth and warm and…” Sam’s dick started to move, swelling as he experienced the intense sensual pleasure of Lance’s paper-thin skin covering all his muscle. He reached forward and moved his hands all over Lance’s back (leaning his dick against the tight crevasse of Lance’s ass in the process), then he pulled them back towards that amazing ass again and started to caress his butt mounds with obvious worship. Lance moaned, in a manner that I was very accustomed to. I assume that his own dick was responding in kind to Sam’s gentle, careful caressing of his ass. “Pull his cheeks apart,” I advised. “Pull him open and play with his hole.” “Won’t that…?” “Trust me,” I said. Sam took a slow, deep breath and placed his hands on the edge of Lance’s deep valley, and pressed both thumbs down the crevasse. “Oh my god,” Sam said again. “Yep,” I agreed. Lance groaned, a deep and satisfied sound from his massive chest, and he repositioned his legs to allow whatever sensation he was experiencing in his dreams to accelerate toward its goal. “Should I…?” “Rub him, right there.” Sam closed his eyes and raised his chin, looking like he was experiencing something like nirvana as his thumbs reached down and touched the hot, wet softness of Lance’s amiable asshole. I watched the tendons of his forearms move as he carefully, slowly, rubbed Lance’s warm, tender, talented fuck hole with the pads of his thumbs. “That’s a hell of a way to say ‘good morning.’” I looked up and Lance’s eyes were open but he wasn’t looking at me. Obviously he thought I was the one knocking at his backdoor. Sam looked like he’d just seen a ghost at the sound of Lance’s deep, sonorous voice, but I laid my hand on his shoulder and whispered very quietly, “Keep going.” Sam’s face looked pained and scared, but I nodded encouragement. This was getting me hot, too, watching someone so small and fragile leaning against Lance’s massive frame and tickling his butt. Sam swallowed drily and continued doing what he was doing. “Mmm,” Lance moaned. “Deeper.” Sam looked askance but I mouthed, ‘you heard him’ and gestured for him to continue. Sam was evidently performing to my boyfriend’s satisfaction. I watched his shoulders bunch up into an incredible display of power and he buried his face in the pillow and groaned again. He stretched his bent leg straight and spread himself open for “my” ass play, making the kind of pleasurable sounds that always drilled directly into my libido. My cock started to throb and stretch and my balls were tingling. Sam was looking downward, between Lance’s cheeks, and he licked his lips. I knew what was coming next, though I hardly believed it was happening. Sam gripped Lance’s muscular cheeks and pulled them apart, and then he dipped his narrow face between my boyfriend’s thick buttocks and I could hear him lapping at Lance’s hole. Lance’s entire body literally shuddered. He hugged the pillow hard and the muscles along his arms swelled with deep cuts and massive cables. He made a kind of whimper, or whine, his normally deep vocal tones reaching high into a new register. I thought, wow, I’ve never made him make that sound before. I was stroking myself as I watched what was obviously an expert rimmer going to town on my boyfriend’s ass. The sounds of Sam’s juicy and eager buffet paired with Lance’s little coos and whimpers of what I could only judge as overwhelming joy made my cock swell upwards at record speed. Lance reached back and placed his bear paw on Sam’s head and pulled him in closer, looking like he wanted the lanky young office clerk to climb inside him to increase the pleasure he was already feeling. His little squirms of bliss along with the tiny squeaks and lingering moans escaping his throat were making me both jealous (not that Sam was doing that to my boyfriend, but that Sam wasn’t doing that to me) and incredibly horny. Sam’s moved one of his hands over Lance’s rump and pushed beneath him, obviously wanting to get a grip on Lance’s cock and heighten his pleasure. Lance, who’s not an idiot, raised his hips off the mattress and allowed Sam’s hand to slip under his pelvis. That also caused Lance’s butt to rise up and shove itself more fully at the target of its current pleasure, and my powerful boyfriend opened his ass up fully to Sam’s attention. I knew when Sam had his hand on Lance’s mammoth prick because they both groaned with audible pleasure at the same time. I was now in possession of one of my gold medal hard-ons, and I was pumping a steady stream of pre that slicked my grip with warm honey. Hard eruptions of sexual bliss were finding their way into the core of my body and I was heating up with need. Someone’s ass was going to be on the receiving end of a mind-blowing cum explosion. “Awwww, fuck,” Lance groaned. Sam came up for air, his lips and chin coated in spit and ass juice, and he was smiling very large. “Oh my god,” he said. And then Lance pressed up on an elbow and turned around. He looked at Sam, and then he looked at me, and then he looked at Sam and he said, “Hi.” “Hello,” Sam responded. His eyebrows arched and he smiled at him. “Well?” “What?” “Don’t you have a job to finish?” He wiggled his muscular ass at him, then raised it up and backed it into Sam’s face. “Oh my god.” Lance shifted his sea-green gaze to me. “And then you’re gonna fuck me, right?” I was stroking my thick cock and lost in a fog of lust and could only nod. “Good, because my ass is going to be in definite need of a good, hard, deep fucking. Right Sam?” “Oh. My. God.” Lance provided his ass in the most convenient pose possible for Sam to get in there with everything he had. The muscular method with which Sam was kneading Lance’s ass flesh, the sounds of hunger and desire and pleasure he was making, and the way he could eat out Sam’s ass while simultaneously stroking his hard-on with such seeming ease suggested that Sam’s expertise in this area knew no bounds. How long was that dude’s tongue, anyway? It appeared that he could lick Lance’s ball sack, taint, and hole at the same time! Lance, on his knees with his majestic ass jutting backwards, his wet slick hole dripping with spit, was twisting the rubbery nubs of his tits and I could tell that he was in some realm of delight that we only reached occasionally, and maybe it was good to have Sam around for the week. Not that I ever tired of fucking or being fucked by my huge, handsome boyfriend, but different people had different talents, and fuck knows I wasn’t going to let Lance have all of Sam’s undivided attention. And maybe he could teach me a few tricks, though it appeared that the major source of his talents was simply his love of ass. And Lance had a lot of ass. It was during this process of the smaller man eating out the larger man that something unexpected happened - Sam set his own legs apart and opened his butt towards me, sending a clear signal that the man wanted me to somehow fit my mammoth meat inside his narrow frame. I couldn’t even imagine that such a thing was possible. My cock at full power, like it was now, is an almost frightening tool. Thick, long, hard, and covered with veins, it looks like an extra arm attached between my legs, mounted over a pair of balls as big as plums. Did he really intend for me to shove this monster inside him and start fucking his entire body as he attempted to dig his tongue inside my boyfriend’s ass? He knew exactly how big I was. He’d manhandled my meat with his expert touch and saw me plaster a room with my load. Hell, the dude had practically taken a shower in cum as I exploded all over him. He knew what I could do, and did he actually want me to do it? He shook his little butt at me, which I took as an undisguised invitation, and who was I to deny him his wish? I was leaking copiously so I spread the warm honey of my drooling pre-cum all over my hot meaty prick until it glistened like glass. The head was a fat mushroom and the shaft was throbbing hard as I touched the tip towards his hole and wondered how in fuck I was gonna manage this without ripping him in two. Then I started to push myself inside. To say that it was a tight fit at first is like saying I was trying to ram a Space Shuttle rocket inside a keyhole. I can’t imagine how that dude wasn’t positively screaming as I moved myself inside, but if you’re the proud owner of a big one, you know that after the initial entry - getting past that first tightness and the other dude’s automatic reaction to something big trying to get inside him - the rest is just cream. And cream is exactly what I started doing once I began sliding my hard meat inside his warm, tight chute. My balls were positively on fire and I could feel my explosion erupt along every inch of my cock as I started coming almost immediately, pumping my supply of hot cream like fucking Old Faithful. Once I started, I couldn’t stop. There’d be enough to go around, of course, so I didn’t even bother to think about Lance’s hole and how much bigger I might be able to grow him. By this point if I didn’t start emptying my balls I was afraid they were going to burst like over-inflated balloons. Sam wasn’t prepared for me. I mean, let’s face it, who could’ve been? Even if I had told him what his butt was in for with me plugged in, he would’ve thought it a worthless boast instead of a warning. “I cum a fucking river,” i might have said, but then he’d only smile or shrug or say something equally boastful like “I can fucking take any load you can give me.” Only, obviously, unlike my giant muscular pal, he couldn’t. Once I was uncapped, I was squirting a hot flood and shoving it out of his ass with every thrust of my hips. It splattered out of his ass against me and was running down my legs, and I kept on cumming. I wish I had a video of that scene. I mean, can you imagine what we looked like? Three naked dudes in this seedy little motel room decorated like some bad American Apparel ad. One giant bodybuilder-looking dude on his knees on the bed with his joint in his grip being eaten out by a second naked dude with a wiry frame and his head shoved between the first giant dude’s butt cheeks, while a third naked dude build like some Olympic gymnast and outfitted with a cock fit for a stallion was slowly pumping his meat inside the second little dude’s ass and seemingly exploding a load of cream more suitable for a cow’s fucking udder than pumping out of his cock. And all of us dudes gasping and groaning and cooing and moaning as we all received exactly what we wanted. My doubts about Sam’s ability to take me were soon erased, and my head still sort of reels around the memory - both of the appearance and the sensation - of my huge meat sliding in and out of his tight little butt. It seemed like a magic trick at the time, watching my huge prick disappearing inside him inch by inch as his ass swallowed it all up, and then I’d start to pull myself out and watch all that slick, glistening, pink, veiny meat reappear before I shifted my hips and plunged back inside of his tight, hot butt, pumping ropes of warm cream the entire time. It felt like my cock and his ass were made to fit. Was it some magical trick, my overestimation of my cock, or my underestimation of his ass? Whatever it was, it felt amazing and I could not stop coming for anything. Then, suddenly, Lance was back. The Lance I knew so well, the muscular beast who could ask anything of me and my dick and I’d do it without hesitation or thought. It felt like the room suddenly got smaller, or he got bigger, because even though I was fucking the tightest and most talented little butt I had ever met, he needed me now and he let us both know it. “Gotta get fucked,” he groaned, his deep voice both needful and demanding. “Gotta get fucking fucked right fucking now.” Had any ass in the history of asses been as well-prepared as his ass was for me? Sam had spent minutes prepping his hole for some major meat, and I was pushing out thick streams of cum from my swollen balls up my rock-hard massive prick - and just the sound of his voice, and those words, felt like my balls caught fire all over again and I needed to give him every drop I could. I slowly pulled out of Sam’s butt and my dick was an explosive fountain. I wasn’t even pumping spurts of cum anymore, I was just constantly cumming like by cock was attached to a faucet and spraying cream like a hose. Fuck, it felt amazing and overwhelming and I had to get inside my beautiful massive muscular boyfriend right fucking now! I practically shoved Sam off the bed to get my cock inside Lance and once we were connected, some sort of nuclear explosion of sex happened and I was nearly overcome with the sheer unfiltered bliss that was emanating from my dick and throbbing into my whole body, making me gasp and groan with savage ecstasy. Sam was probably still in the room but he no longer mattered. It was just me, and my cock, and Lance, and his ass, as I was dialed up into the red and flooding him with cum. Lance planted his hands on the mattress and pushed his butt up against my pelvis and started to slowly rock, fucking my cock as I fucked his ass. Stars and sparks appeared in my vision and my balls throbbed and tingled and my body felt energized and massively horny. I felt him growing again. I could feel the sensation of his intense sexual heat and massive muscular power increasing like a fist around my cock, tightening its grip and sucking the cream from my balls. “Fuck yeah,” Lance groaned, moaning with perfect divine rapture as his muscles swelled and his cock lengthened and his whole body grew more perfect and beautiful. Fuck yeah.

*BUURRRRRPPPP* Thanks Guys, that was a great stream! Enjoy the rest of your night!” Jason turned off the webcam and sat back in his chair. He could finally relax and was glad for that. It was a hard day at work and then had to come do a stream that he promised that he would do some time ago. However, Jason wasn’t streaming games, no…Jason was streaming food, or more specifically, him eating food. He had taken the idea from the Korean form of entertainment called “mukbangs” (lit. food room) and thought that he could use that to capitalize on the gainer community that he was a part of. He was not a terribly attractive man, quite overweight, but like many men of his size, he was jovial and had a good personality. He was also a good entertainer, which made him very popular for his streams because he could entertain the crowd by providing more than just a show of him eating large amounts of food. As evidenced by his large following, he saw an opportunity and did something that no one else was doing and managed to capitalize on it. He set up a funding method and people (mostly men) would donate money, either when they felt like it, or sometimes even a monthly subscription. This provided Jason the ability to purchase the large amounts of food he would eat on camera but also provided him with an extra income that allowed him to live more comfortably than his salary from work would normally allow. Sitting on the sofa away from his computer desk, which was now buried in food serving dishes and other such paraphernalia, he sighed. He knew that although he loved doing these streams, it was taking a toll on his health. He was overweight when he started streaming but his weight ballooned up and he was practically obese. He dreaded going to the doctor because he knew that it wouldn’t be good news. He also wasn’t very lucky in the romance department; he had gone on a few dates with some from the gainer community but there was no magic, no spark, and he didn’t know where that would come from. He was alone, and sometimes felt doomed to be that way. Getting up, he adjusted the very large UnderArmor shirt that he was wearing to accentuate the bloating from all the food. Shambling over to the computer area, he started picking up the food containers and utensils. He discovered this little box tied up very beautifully with ribbon. Carefully pulling on the ribbon, the bow came loose and fluttered to the floor. Opening the box, Jason saw four elegant little chocolate truffles, and thought “why not, a little dessert won’t hurt” and ate all of them, one by one. At the bottom of the box was a note: “Jason, Hope you enjoyed the truffles! Now watch this video at the URL below to see what happens next! - Jace” Jason smiled. Jace was one of his younger fans, only 20 and lean, but an enthusiastic supporter. The two of them interacted outside of the stream, sometimes chatting or via email, just talking like two friends would. This note however, was a little strange although not something that would be completely out of the ordinary for Jace. Jason walked over to the computer, fired up a web browser and went to the URL given on the note. It took him to a private video with no title or indication of what was the subject of the video. After loading for a bit, the screen showed the back wall of a room and Jace walked into the room, dressed up in a dress shirt w/ tie, black dress pants, and black dress shoes. Jason knew that Jace was a cute kid, but now he looked downright handsome. Jace took a deep breath and started to speak. “Hi Jason! Glad to see that you enjoyed the chocolates that I sent you. I have a confession to make. You are a great and funny guy and watching you eat food is just part of the entertainment, but the only gaining I want to do is muscle. I’ve loved muscle for years, and I finally get the chance to experience it. My brother found this formula that is supposed to pack on a lot of muscle on you in a short amount of time and tried a tiny bit of it so I know it works. You’re such a great friend so I want you to be the first to see the new me after I take a full dose! Here goes nothing!” Jace drank a clear glass vial. Nothing much happened for a few seconds, but then some sort of rumbling was heard. As Jason looked closer to the screen, he could see parts of Jace’s clothing moving outward. The muscles looked to be getting bigger and broader, Jace was in ecstasy as the feeling moved throughout his body. “Oh yes! This feels so damn good!” Jace’s pants started to rip as his quads and hamstrings overcame his dress pants, causing the seams to split farther and farther with every second. You could clearly see the teardrop taking shape as his quads grew bigger and bigger. His calves were next, ballooning out the back of his legs into huge diamond shaped footballs. Just as his calves were almost done growing, Jace’s chest burst the front of his shirt, causing buttons to fly at the camera. allowing the chest to grow bigger, thicker, wider, forming a huge shelf on his upper body. Arms soon followed suit, as Jace flexed one arm and then the other, causing the seams to just explode open with the sheer mass of the biceps. The growth crept up to his shoulders, causing them to grow like bowling balls of mass, before his neck and traps caused the collar to pop open and forcing the tie off his bullish neck. Finally, the growth reached his back where it flourished and blew up Jace’s lats in both width and thickness, causing Jace to have a vicious v-taper from his super wide shoulders and lats down to his tiny, shredded waist. Jace started posing like a bodybuilder on the posing dias and then spoke with a rumbling voice that sounded like it had dropped an octave during the growth. “Aw fuck…that felt so damn good…wish I could have more of it! Now, on to my note…uh..I think something more is going to happen” The rumbling started again, but this time, Jace grew six inches and along with it, his feet shredded his dress shoes. While Jace was still figuring out how to properly stand at his new height, his cock added another 4 inches in both length and girth, with huge balls to match, bursting out of his crotch and tearing the remaining parts of his dress pants. “Shit, what the fuck?! Wow, ok, that didn’t happen with my brother. It all feels so good. Wish you could be here to feel all of this muscle, because I think you’d enjoy it *wink*. But, you’ll find out soon enough, because I couldn’t leave my best buddy out of this, so I added a half dose of the formula to each chocolate, accounting for your larger size. Just sit back and enjoy the ride. Oh, you better get the door” As soon as the video ended, there was a knock on the door. Jason went to go answer it and there was Jace, standing there in nothing but some workout shorts, a smile, and a bouquet of roses in his hands. Jason let Jace in, who put the roses down on a side table and, with his massively increased strength, pinned Jason to the wall and gave him a big kiss. Jason started worshipping Jason’s big muscles, squeezing and licking them, finally realizing that he found the spark he’d been looking for. “Oh yeah man, feel those big muscles, feel their power…fuck man I can’t wait to see what this formula does to you” Jace didn’t have to wait long, because soon there was a rumbling that emanated from Jason, signalling that his growth was about to begin. What Jace didn’t know, though, was how it was going to take place on a man of Jason’s composition. Similar to Jace, Jason’s legs started growing bigger and bigger, causing the jeans to rip at the seams, and same with the calves, but what was different was that it didn’t look like Jason was losing any fat, but just gaining muscle underneath his fat, making him look even more massive. His calves blew up, becoming more like bowling balls shoved underneath his skin. Jason’s chest started to expand, changing the shape of his chest somewhat, making it look a bit more like his had pecs. Growing further and further, his chest finally defeated and spilt the UnderArmor shirt that he was wearing. Same for his arms, gaining a little more shape, but mainly just looking absolutely massive and finally splitting the seams. Shoulder, traps and neck followed suit, making Jason look like a freaky huge offensive lineman. His back grew thicker and wider, just accentuating his look. Jason, for his part, looked down at himself and tried to move, but found his movements restricted due to his extreme bulk. He frowned a bit and looked dejected as he looked like he was monstrous in a bad way. A lot of muscle maybe, but all covered in fat. “What the hell! Jason, I’m sorry, I didn’t expect this to happen” Jason said as he looked and felt guilty for what he had done to his friend. “It’s ok Jace. Maybe in time, the extra muscle will burn off the fat. I can see if I can join a gym” “Yeah, but…” Suddenly, Jason felt something…something different. He felt hot, REALLY hot. “Hey Jace, I think something’s happening” Jace looked at the perspiring Jason, and then down at his legs. His legs looked to be shrinking, but only the fat…the fat was being burnt off and you could start to see the definition in the muscle, faintly at first, but then in full, shredded glory. This made Jason smile a mile wide. Slowly but surely, all the extra fat on Jason’s body, all of which he had carried for a good portion of his life, was being burnt up. His chest went from being man-tits to a set of pecs worthy of a statue with their huge shelf. His back shredded up and was like a cobra hood, with many nooks, crannies,and veins. His arms went from being indistinguishable balls of muscle to being ripped enough that you could tell each individual muscle that gave them a wicked peaked bicep, complimented with a vicious horseshoe tricep. His shoulders similarly got lean enough that you could easily see all the striations. His waist shrunk to almost nothing, with some of the most amazing 8-pack you would ever see, completely shredded and striated. As Jason’s body temperature returned to normal, he breathed a sigh of relief. Jace walked over and felt Jason’s huge muscles, even bigger than his own…much bigger in some cases, like Jason’s legs were already well-developed from years of walking around with a large body and the extra muscle made them monstrous and powerful. Just as Jason had worshipped Jace’s muscles, now Jace was worshipping Jason’s muscles. Just as Jace was about to kneel down to go fishing for Jason’s cock, they heard the rumbling that signified the final phase of growth for Jason. Jason stepped back, and felt himself be torn apart. His body was growing in all directions..height, width, thickness.. He slowly grew another two feet, topping out at around eight feet tall. His muscles grew as well to compensate for the increased height, but then grew even more on top of that. His legs, freaky before, grew even freakier, with massive quads, boulder sized calves, and monstrous hamstrings. His pecs, arms, back, shoulders, all of them just blew up in size, becoming almost cartoonish in their size. He looked like someone had done a morph of his previous self after all the fat had melted off. Finally his cock burst out, growing another 10 inches and adding 6 inches of girth, balls so big that they could only belong to a cock so big. Jason felt the growth subside, breathed out a sigh of relief, and looked down at Jace with his mouth still gaping wide open. Jason picked him up, closed Jason’s mouth, saying in a basso profoundo rumble “You’re letting flies in sweetheart, how about we head to bed and talk about this in the morning?” With that, the two of them went off to Jason’s bedroom to retire for the night. Jason knew he wouldn't be part of the gainer community anymore.

I was dubious - not always a fan of the 'switching perspectives' style - but the writing in this is solid, and the gradual change in Ethan was really hot. Well done!

wow building up nicely love to see a full on worship session between sam and some of the twenty cant wait for more chapters

Sir... as always you leave me in awe of your work. I tip my cap to you. Sir Knight

Terrific second part! I sure hope Vuk wins the showcase showdown. If he wins a trip it always says "you and a guest will fly" to somewhere. Maybe that will be how Connor grows? Looking forward for more!

Very nice, thanks for sharing! If you choose to post as PDFs, I think it might make the most sense to keep all of them in this topic, and just update as you add new chapters. Not that it's a big deal - I just like to know where to come for my next slice of pie.

Great muscle growth description! I especially liked the pec growth: hey had an up close view as the front of his shirt burst open to allow thick pectorals to spill out ward as his chest swelled further and further.

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Chapter 25 I stood there unable to speak for what seemed like an eternity. Long enough that Patrick’s beaming smile began to fade, replaced by a look of worry. He started to stand up. “I’m sorry, you don’t have to answer now” he started, “I just… you’re so perfect and you love me for me and you’re supportive of all my weirdness.” He was almost in tears. “You can say no.” His voice faltered. “I’ll still love you.” The dam broke and tears began flowing down his face. It killed me seeing his heart break. I wanted to yell, I wanted to scream… I just couldn’t find my voice. Patrick lowered his eyes to the floor and began to walk away. As he took a step back I finally got my act together. “Y-y-y-yes,” I managed. “Yes I’ll marry you! Of course I’ll marry you! I love you Patrick!” He lifted his head back up and looked me in the eyes. His eyes, which a moment before had be dull and dark, quickly began to light up again as though clouds were parting to let sunlight break through. “Really? You’re sure?” he asked tentatively. I nodded, and I’m sure I was grinning like a Cheshire cat. His smile surpassed mine as he quickly took a step towards me, bent his knees slightly, and picked me up seemingly without effort. His hands didn’t stay right below my glutes for long though. He took two more steps before falling forward with me onto the bed. We were making out like men possessed by teenagers who had five minutes to fuck before they’d get caught. After several minutes of making out, Patrick started making his way down my body. Kissing every inch of skin he could find. After every few kisses he’d say softly either “thank you” or “I love you”. He’d also now and then mumble something about being there for me and taking care of me and who knows what. I couldn’t make out his exact words because he couldn’t keep his lips off my skin long enough to formulate more than three syllables at a time. I was trying to kiss him too, but whenever I’d move too much he’d grab my wrists or shoulder and push me back down. He was getting strong. I found it incredibly erotic. I tried resisting, and it took nearly all my strength to get him to budge a few inches. This served to turn him on more as he redoubled his efforts, pinning my taller frame to the bed as he surveyed my body with his lips. He started trying to take my shirt off, so I went to sit up to help with the effort. Apparently it was taking too long, because without thinking about it Patrick grabbed both sides of my color and ripped my v-neck t-shirt in down the center. I didn’t have time to process that before his tongue was on my right nipple. He didn’t spend much time there. He instead worked his way quickly down to my groin, kissing and rubbing my cock through the fabric of my jeans. He jerked my button fly open. As he did I was admiring his arms. He had nice horseshoe triceps now, and his shirt seemed to be digging into his biceps. I raised my ass so he could lower my pants and briefs, and as he gave them a tug his biceps swelled from the sudden effort and his sleeves both popped in unison. The feeling of his sleeves ripping distracted Patrick. He stood up quickly and stared at his right arm. He raised his arm up and flexed. “Fuck,” he blurted out. “I didn’t realize this was one of my older shirts. No wonder it felt so tight.” He brought his other arm up and flexed while grinning at me. “You’re sure you’re ready to be mine forever?” He asked in as cocky a voice as he could. I glanced from his eyes to his arms to his torso and down. As my eyes passed by his cock I realized he was practically pissing pre-cum in his jeans. “Fuck yes, sir, I’m yours!” I fired back. “Good.” Patrick tried snarling, but he was in too good a mood to pull it off effectively. He focused back on his arms. “I wonder…” Still flexing he pulled his arms in towards his abdomen leaning forward slightly as he did so. He took a deep breath and as he exhaled I could see the veins in his neck pop as he pushed himself to flex as hard as he could. I heard a tearing sound much like when he had ripped my shirt a few minutes ago. “Yessssss!” he hissed. He straightened back up and reached his right arm up to his collar and gave a light tug. His shirt fell away from his body, the back was torn down the center until almost the base. He reached both arms inside what was left of his shirt and finished the job. He then quickly shucked his jeans and briefs and then placed his body as mine as he went to kiss me. His cock quickly drowned mine in pre-jizz, which I took advantage of by dry humping his body. I don’t know if it counts as dry humping if it’s soaking wet, whatever. It turned Patrick on too, and that’s what mattered. After just a few seconds of this, he pulled back with a strangely confused look on his face. He rolled to his side and pulled me with him. Reaching down, he grasped both of our dicks and pushed them side by side. He did a double take. He went still as stone and stared transfixed at our appendages. I glanced down thinking maybe something was wrong. Our cocks stood erect side by side, nearly identical. His dick was only a half to three quarters of an inch shorter than mine, but it was every bit as thick. His nuts were clearly larger though. “I’m almost bigger than you,” he whispered, shocked. “FUCK YEAH I’M ALMOST BIGGER THAN YOU!” His next move was like lightning. I still can’t think of the specifics, but somehow he managed to flip me over and position his cock at my hole in one deft move. I felt his cock pulse and it was like he had spat out a glassful of lube directly on my asshole. He grabbed me by the hips and buried himself in halfway to the hilt before I could react. I let out a shout. Fuck it hurt. I reached back to try to push his thighs back a bit but that only seemed to encourage him. I managed to come up off his cock about two inches before he reasserted himself and knocked my hands away and drove himself back into me. On this second thrust I felt his short pubes hit my ass. I tried to tell him to stop but all that came out was “Augh”. He gave another push trying to get as much of his cock in me as he possible could when I felt him hit that spot again. My ass was already on fire and this added pain to discomfort, or more accurately discomfort to pain. I let out another involuntary shout and he pushed my face down into the pillow, muffling my screams. He rutted me. He pounded me. He fucking pulverized my asshole. After several minutes the pain let up a bit. I could feel his sweat drip down on me as he began pulling all the way out and then slamming his cock home. I could feel that I had come, but I couldn’t tell when. All I could really focus on was the large cock that was making itself space in my battered hole. Patrick’s breathing became labored. I didn’t think it possible but he began pounding me harder. My ass couldn’t put up resistance anymore. I felt like I could land a Boeing jet in what was now my cavernous asshole. Patrick let out loud moan that ended like a roar and his cock began to spasm in my butt, filling me with his juice. He kept fucking me slowly while he came, pulling out an inch and then forcing his cum further up my chute. I felt pressure like I was douching too deep. Yet still the cum kept flowing. He began to pull out more. Every couple of squirts from his cock he’d pull out another inch. Until finally he instructed to squeeze my asshole as he pulled out. I tried, desperately really, but my asshole just didn’t have the strength. Instead his jizz came pouring out of my asshole like a river from a spring. At some point I remember asking myself if my ass was ever going to stop leaking spunk. After what seemed like an eternity it finally stopped. Patrick went to grab a couple towels to clean up as I lay there trying to recuperate. As I laid there on my stomach, he took a towel and began cleaning his load off of my bum. He noticed that there was a lot of pink and red mixed with the milky white of his fluids. “Oh my god did I hurt you?” he asked worriedly. I must have given him a look like he was stupid. “Yes that hurt. It hurt a lot.” I said. “At first. It eased up a bit after a while but you’ve got to remember you’re not fucking small anymore.” His cock twitched at that. “Truth is, you’ve got just about the largest dick I’ve ever taken now. It’s not easy to take.” “But, but… you fuck me and I can take it.” He countered, visibly shaken. “Yes, hon…but your insides are a bit different than mine. Plus, when we first met there was no way I was going to be able to deep dick you on the first or second thrust without putting you in the goddamn hospital. It took time to open you up.” Patrick began apologizing profusely. He was saying how bad a person he was, how I deserved better, that he was sorry, and that he would understand if I wanted to break up with him for being a selfish asshole. He went on about how he never wants to hurt me, on and on. Finally I interrupted him. “Babe, it’s ok. Calm down. Don’t be upset. It’s no big deal. Just in the future, let’s come up with some sort of safe word that I can use if I need to stop or slow down, ok?” Patrick glanced at me for a second and then gave me a big hug. “Your safe word is Zhaitan” he whispered in my ear. I laughed. “By the way, where did we drop my ring?”

Chapter 24 Patrick did indeed frame his blown out sneakers. He bought a shadow box frame, and even a little plaque that he had inscribed to say “Size 8 Blown Out Feb-13-2016 New Size 12.5”. Yes, my guy was a dork… and increasingly big dork. I got lost in contemplation of how much bigger he could get over the course of his treatment. He’d already blown past every other participant’s results. Would he stall out? Would he grow taller than me? My thoughts were interrupted as Patrick paused from packing his suit case to ask me a question. “Aaron, have you seen the charger for my Nintendo DS? I’ve got a long flight so I’ll have plenty of time to play Pokemon.” “Have you checked your laptop bag? That’s where you always keep your chargers.” Patrick hurried over to laptop bag, which he had set on his desk chair. After a couple seconds of rummaging, he smiled. “Sweet, here it is. Thanks babe.” He finished packing. “So how long are you going to be gone this trip?” I asked. “Unfortunately this one is probably going to take a full month. After I get everything set up they want me to train each office separately, starting with London.” “Is that going to mess with your gym routine?” I asked. I knew how important it had become to him, and was concerned that without it he’d feel he wasn’t maximizing his opportunity. “Oh… Cody’s going with me.” Patrick said nonchalantly. “He’s going to cook for me and train me every day.” I was shocked. “Wait… what? Cody’s going with you? Doesn’t he have other clients? Isn’t that going to cost a fortune?” Patrick looked at me like I was a dumb kid. “Aaron, yes Cody is going with me. His other clients are being covered by other trainers at the gym while he’s away. I don’t know how much it’s costing because Doctor Stephens is paying for it. I tried to tell him that I could manage, but he insisted.” “Wow. That’s… actually kind of awesome.” A few seconds later I added, “Cody is straight, right?” That got a laugh out of Patrick. “Yes, Cody is as straight as they come. Otherwise I don’t think his fiancé would let him go on this trip.” His expression suddenly changed. “Speaking of which…” He went back to his desk and opened a drawer. He pulled out a Nintendo DS box and came back over to me, beaming. “Happy Valentine’s Day.” “Thank you, you’ll have to teach me how to use it though,” I laughed and gave him a kiss. “Go ahead, open it up,” he encouraged me. I opened the box. There wasn’t a Nintendo DS in there. Instead, there was another box. A ring box. I got goosebumps, I had to blink a few times because tears were coming to my eyes. I barely registered as Patrick reached over and gently plucked the small black box out of the larger white one and went to one knee. He opened that little box, as I dropped the white one. “Aaron Jeremy O’Connell, will you marry me?”