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The Bluefin Tuna.

That was the official mascot of the Valemoore College football team; the Bluefins.

Orvar Stenstrom had to admit that the design team whoever had crafted the logo for the Valemoore Tunas did a very good job. The minimalist emblem of the large tuna bursting out of the water with the curve of its body lining up with the ‘C’ of the large ‘VC’ in seaweed green and periwinkle blue was very well done.

But it was still a tuna.

Still, there was nothing fishy about the huge Bluefin party being held a the one fraternity housed on campus that just so happens to have all of the football players as members. Simply known as the Bluefin Tuna Fraternity or BTF, the frat was hosting a party to welcome the spring season. It was advertised as being the party that would remind everyone of Spring Break in the middle of the semester.

Orvar bounded up to the large, red-brick, multi-floor home that had been customized to fit the fraternity’s rowdy and often destructive players. No one was ever going to hire someone from the Bluefins for a professional team but that didn’t stop the college pouring insane amounts of money into them or making sure their players were well taken care of. That meant that everything about the building was decorated in Bluefin colors.

The hedges out front had been carefully crafted to look like tunas leaping out of the water. Two huge topiary tunas formed an arch over the front doors. Banners of blue and green hung from windows while a flag with the letters ‘BTF’ hung above the door.

It was barely five in the afternoon and already the party was in full swing. Orvar had just come off his design class and had debated whether or not he should head back to his dorm room at McMillian Dormitory - colloquially known as McImmigrant - and drop off his stuff before attending the party. However, if there was anything he had learned from his time here at Valemoore College, it was that if there was a party at the BTF House, you had better get there quick and early because it would get crowded really fast.

Orvar stood at an intimidating 6’2’’ but he was in no way a model or athletic beast that fit into the fraternity. His mother back in Sweden often called him her ‘little string bean’ because he was so thin. Uncles and aunts would say he had the spirit of someone that was only about five feet tall but stretched out to fit the rest of the family. Tall but lanky, it was easy for him to squeeze past the people milling about the entrance of the frat house.

His long, sandy blond hair would have hung past his shoulders in gentle waves and because he took care of it very well and his shoulders were so thin, he had been mistaken for a girl before. This was especially true when he attended one of these parties where the horny football players got a little too drunk. More than one, one of those players would double back on their mistake before subtly hinting that they would still accept a blow job from him.

But he didn’t swing that way.

Orvar’s eyes were on the hot American girls who were looking for a beefy football player to cuddle up to. This evening, to avoid any faux pas, he had made sure to tie up his long hair in a tight man-bun. This accentuated his angled, European features, chiseled cheek bones, almost alabaster-like skin and bright, green eyes. He was as far from the thick athletes that were celebrated in this fraternity and he leaned more towards the sensitive, surfer-look and donned a light blue tank top that hung loosely on his skinny frame and a pair of off-white cargo shorts. A few seashells hung on a thin, black rope around his neck; really just a cheap accessory he had bought at the college store.

He navigated his way through the densely packed crowd. There was Marcia Lopez, a hot Hispanic cheerleader who had gorgeous, curly, black hair with the tips meticulously colored purple. Syrina Close’s ebony skin was hard to miss and she was about as tall as he was so he didn’t need to bend down to kiss her if he let her. Then there was Roxanne Vahn. American through-and-through but clearly with strong European descent with that blonde hair, blue eyes and perfect, porcelain skin.

There was only one problem.

All three were currently preoccupied by the team’s quarterback - Marcellus Leon.

The big, hairy brute somehow had already lost his shirt even though he somehow still wore that blue and green letterman jacket. This allowed the three girls to run their manicured fingers through the thick pelt of body hair on his broad chest. Marcellus wasn’t lean but he was huge. His belly had a faint outline of abdominal definition but it extended about as far as his thick, meaty pectorals. While far from having any chances of getting a professional contract - or even a decent quarterback for that matter - Marcellus was still the quarterback of the Valemoore Bluefins. That was automatically caused every girl to gravitate towards him.

So unfair, Orvar lamented to himself mentally.

He turned away from where Marcellus was currently making out with Syrina on the couch, his other arm around Roxanne while Marcia was massaging his broad shoulders. There was no way he was going to get any of their attention this evening.

Competing for the attention of any woman against any of the athletes at this party was a losing battle. This was the sports teams home turf and he might as well be the scavenger waiting for the lions to finish their meal so he could pick at the bones. But he thought he might as well try. In this highly competitive, sports-centric college and the American mentality that prized football above all else, someone like him wouldn’t stand a chance.

Especially in Valemoore.

He roved the halls, bobbing his head to the decent music being played. Before long, he had a red cup in his hand and was absently sipping at the cheap beer that was provided. There were a few girls that he managed to chat up but they only used him as a sounding board to either bitch about one athlete over the other. None gave her number but each one complimented and thanked him for listening.

That scene, however, quickly grew boring especially when people started moving away from playing games and the air grew a little more… sensual. At that point, almost everyone had a partner or multiple partners. Those that hadn’t found anyone were already starting to leave. Enough rejections and subtle threats had been thrown his way to know that if he didn’t catch the interest of a girl at this point, he was not going to get lucky. There was the off chance that some guy would do something to a girl to make them slap him or move on but he wasn’t the kind of person to sidle up to the offended party and play the part of the scavenger.

Chances of getting laid at this party had been slim from onset. Still, Orvar was the kind of person to push his luck even if those chances were slim. So, with that in mind, he stayed for another hour, just milling about and chatting with a few of the others that hadn’t found partners.

At around seven-thirty in the evening, he knew that staying was going to be fruitless and a waste of his time. He drained that cup he had refilled maybe twice in the past three hours and headed for the door.

Just as he was about to exit, however, a huge, hirsute mountain slammed into him.

“Whoa! Dude!” exclaimed Marcellus, recklessly spinning around.

Ice cold beer suddenly fell upon Orvar, dousing his entire torso.

“Ah!” he cried, jumping back and freezing in place.

“Shit! Sorry man!” the quarterback cried, still holding the four cups that were now partially empty in his large, hairy hands. “You okay?”

Orvar tried to offer a grin but his teeth started to chatter and it looked like he was snarling. “Fine.”

Marcellus glanced off to the left and Orvar followed his gaze. Those three girls the quarterback had been entertaining were starting to look bored. “Listen man, I’ve got to get them some drinks or I’m going to get blue balled tonight.” The hulking quarterback who was just about an inch or so shorter than Orvar, tossed the partially empty solo cups towards a nearby bin. It was a testament to his skills as a quarterback that he missed the wide, open trash can that was barely ten feet away from him.

While Orvar was distracted with his gaze upon the red cups on the floor, Marcellus reached out and grabbed his tank top. Orvar froze again as the quarterback quickly began lifting off the garment.

“Whoa! Wait!” exclaimed Orvar.

“I’ll get this washed and give it back to you,” said the quarterback, quickly yanking off the shirt. “I swear.”

Before Orvar could protest further or even give Marcellus where he lived, the quarterback was turning around and running back to get more drinks for his catch for the evening.

No way I’m seeing that shirt again.

Shirtless, slightly soaked in beer and still a little cold, Orvar turned and left the BTF house. Thankfully, his dormitory was not too far away. Just a quick fifteen minute walk. The spring air even helped dry him a little. Taking the positives out of the situation was one of his specialties.

And who knew? There was a slight chance that Marcellus might actually deliver on his promise. That might be a decent way to get into the quarterback’s good graces and might even be a gateway into getting a hot American girlfriend. He could be Marcellus’ ‘artistic, sensitive, foreign friend’.

Odds were not in his favor but that never stopped him before.

Positivity added a little more energy into each step as he trekked through campus to the red building that was McMillian Dorm. At this point, there was hardly anyone milling about. The first floor, however, was still occupied by the computer science study groups. They tended to pull all nighters or even just hang out in the first floor entrance area to play games or study. It was the largest common space in the entire building.

He headed past them, very conscious how the cool, air-conditioner air caused his skin to prickle and raise goosebumps. Such a sight was enough to catch attention of one of the students that he had made friends with. Harrison Black, an Australian exchange student looked up from his laptop and flashed him a critical grin.

“Lose something there, mate?” asked the blond-haired technologist in his thick, Australian accent.

He flipped off the only one guy in the entire dormitory that he had mistaken for being from Europe. “Just my pride.”

A quick shower and the warmth of his dorm room could not come any sooner. Orvar turned away from the group of students, waving back at Harrison as he took the the flight of stairs two at a time. By the time he reached the third floor, he was hurrying over to room 311 fully intent on grabbing some clothes and then hitting the communal showers.

The minute he opened the door, however, he was immediately hit with a very prevalent and strong odor…

The odor of freshly cut grass, hay and a few spring flowers.

And in the middle of the room, completely naked except for his fur, was his roommate, Binh Ton Phu.

It took Orvar a whole thirty seconds to process exactly what he was seeing.

“What the…?” he gasped, his eyes wide and jaw dropping wide open.

Then he immediately lifted his hand up to cover Binh’s very exposed, very large privates.

“Dude,” he scolded, stepping into the room and immediately shutting the door behind him. “Cover up! What if the RA walked in or something!”

Binh crossed his huge, muscled arms, turning towards Orvar while emitting a loud snort through his nostrils. “The door was locked. He wouldn’t just barge in. And if he came knocking, I’d have enough time to put on some clothes. You didn’t knock.” The bull then leaned forward and sniffed at him. “And you’re drunk. You smell like you’ve been swimming in beer.”

“I am not drunk.” Orvar walked past the huge bull which was a little difficult given how enormous Binh was. His roommate was easily seven feet tall, bigger and leaner than even Marcellus. How the college hadn’t recruited him into one of its many sports teams was beyond him. “I just got soaked when Marcellus Leon spilled some beer on me.”

“And that’s how you lost your shirt? Or did you go around campus shirtless?”

There was clear disapproval in Binh’s voice.

“You are not my mother,” countered Orvar, bending down towards the small compartment beneath his bed where he stored his clothing and personal belongings. “Besides, you can’t judge me. You were clearly jerking it in here.” He waved a finger around in circles above him. “The scent makes it obvious.”

Glancing over his shoulder, he saw the light blush on Binh’s cheeks that belied the truth.

Binh tried to shrug it off. “A bull needs to be milked. And you were supposed to be at that party all night.” A mocking grin crossed those bovine features. “Did Marcellus throw the beer at you to because he was jealous you were pulling all the girls?”

Orvar let out a bitter laugh as he pulled out a new shirt, shorts and underwear just for good measure. “If only.” He straightened and turned, facing the still very naked bull. “The oaf just ran into me while trying to bring drinks to the three girls he was trying to sleep with tonight.”

“Too bad. Any girl would be lucky to have someone like you.”

Was he hitting on me?

In the three years that he had known Binh, the bull had always been quite introverted despite how handsome and comparatively attractive he was. Binh went to the gym by himself, had his own workout schedule and mostly kept to himself either studying or playing videogames. Orvar always considered their dorm room less of a home but more like a place to sleep and spent most of his time outdoors and socializing.

More often than not, he would come back to find Binh already there. It was rare that he would arrive before his roommate. It had only really been in the last year that Binh had started opening up and being a little more comfortable around Orvar. That comfort level rose to the point that he could just be naked around Orvar.

“Not in Valemoore.” He quirked an eyebrow at Binh. “What about you? What were you doing that got you so worked up?”

Binh beamed and flexed a huge bicep, veins crawling all over the mound. “Just hit level 10 on this amazing new game I just picked up. Was going to hit up the gym now that the evening crowd probably died down.”

The bull’s dark brown eyes lit up. “Hey, since you’ve got the night free, how about we play a bit together? The game has a co-op mode!”

This is an event.

In all the time they had spent together being roommates, he had never once been invited to play a game with Binh. Not that he really had any interest to. As an aspiring artist and designer, Orvar’s eyes were cast into the natural world and he preferred traditional media. Still, Binh’s excitement was infectious. This would be the last year they would be spending together and it seemed a waste to not spend at least one night playing a game together after all this time.

“Let me get showered and let’s do it.”

“Go ahead and download the game,” Binh insisted. “It’ll be done by the time you’re back from your shower.”

Must not be a very big game.

He took the time to set up his own laptop, open up Fission and - using Binh’s instructions - found Labyrinth of Loot. Not exactly a game that he would normally be interested in. Still, he paid the fifteen dollars to get the game and begin the download. Once he was sure the process had started, he gathered his clothes and headed to get cleaned up.

Being a dorm room, shower time was limited. Not due to any cost cutting measures. Hot water just had to be shared across multiple floors and dozens of people. Though it was already late in the evening, Orvar was painfully aware of the pains a sudden blast of cold water could have.

Clothes in hand and some of his personal toiletries, he headed down the hallway to the communal showers of the third floor. At this time of night, there was no one using them so he had a modicum of privacy. He took up one of the stalls, turned on the hot water and quickly stripped. The pervasive smell of booze was offensive even above the steam and lemony disinfectant. That was quickly dispelled after he got under the hot water and rinsed his body with his personal soap - something his mom sent him from Sweden. Just for good measure, he gave his hair a quick lather just to ensure that he wouldn’t be waking up smelling cheap beer in his hair the following morning.

He had developed a sort of sixth sense about when the hot water would start to take a dip especially in the mornings. Six and a half minutes. At six minutes and fifteen seconds, he shut off the water, dried himself off and threw on his clothes; just a dark gray tank top and pair of comfy, gray track pants. There was no one to impress this evening so he had no obligation to keep up the ‘surfer look’. Though he did keep the seashell necklace around his neck.

Returning to room 311 was much less surprising this time around. Binh was perched on his bed, legs splayed out and still in the nude but with his laptop now sitting on his lap with a little cooling pad separating him from the device. On the one hand, Orvar was glad that the big bull was comfortable enough to just go around in just his fur around him but on the other, he also wished that they had reached that point in their relationship sooner. They had been roommates for three years and he barely knew the guy.

“Alright,” he announced, tossing his beer-soaked clothes into a nearby hamper. “Let’s look at this game you’ve been talking about.”

Fifteen minutes had passed since he had started the download. Fifteen minutes at most. On the terrible shared wifi of the third floor, he would be lucky to watch a thirty-minute video without at least some form of buffering. Yet, the admittedly gorgeous game that Binh had been raving about was already fully downloaded and ready to play.

Amazing.

Orvar pushed his laptop to the foot of his bed and lay on his belly. With his hair still wet from the shower, he did not want to lie down anywhere near his pillow. Sleeping on a wet pillow was just as bad - if not worse - than walking around with soaked socks.

“So what is this game about?” he asked.

Binh waved a hand absently at him. “It doesn’t really have a huge story. It’s about the game play. Part survival crafting and part RPG. But it’s got this multiplayer element that I’ve been dying to try out! Log on and let’s play together!”

Orvar chuckled softly. He had never seen his roommate so excited or sociable before. After spending most of the night being ignored or being starved for any sort of connection, it was a breath of fresh air.

The developer and publisher title cards played. No studio or company he had ever heard of. An indie game. Expectations were lowered to suit. Then the starting cinematic played and he was immediately impressed. The cutscene was gorgeous, well choreographed and moved smooth. He didn’t blink an eye at the concept of loot boxes being the core mechanic and just went straight to the character creator.

The options presented to him where quite vast and he had to commend the developers for their dedication. There was even an option to manually ‘style’ the hair of his character. His cursor transformed into a comb and he could twist and curl his avatar’s hair every which way so long as it adhered to the current length. Just for the hell of it, he spent a few minutes making his character as accurate to his real life appearance. The only difference was that he really leaned into the surfer look. Slightly bigger, leaner muscles than his actual body, sun-kissed hair, little bit of a tan. Maybe a little taller too.

Binh was urging him to hurry and he pleaded patience from his roommate.

When the game started, Binh walked him through the basic mechanics. The first ‘da-da-ding’ that announced he had managed to open was met with a shrug and a little patronizing smile as Binh eagerly looked over his shoulder to see what he had gotten. Nothing overly exciting. Orvar was savvy enough to know that these kinds of games had a steep reward curve. These first few boxes would be easy to come by but later levels would require more grinding.

Da-da-ding!

His second loot box came quickly and, like the one before it, it was hardly anything to write home about.

Binh, however, looked overly excited.

“Once you reach level 2, we can jump online and play together,” said the bull excitedly.

“What’s so good about playing together?” he asked.

“You level up faster,” Binh responded, seating himself on the edge of Orvar’s bed with his own laptop active. “Everything basically gives you a loot box so helping out a friend or carrying them for a bit also gets you boxes exclusive to the multiplayer component.”

Clever. Good way to get people to spread the game and play together.

That little chime sang out as he finally breached the threshold to reach the next level.

Da-da-da-da-diiiiing!

His eyebrows shot up at the slightly different tone that came from the box. Stars and beams of colorful light sprang out from the little prism on his screen with confetti even springing out from it.

Is this because it’s a level-related box?

“No way!” Binh exclaimed, leaning over and practically pressing his cheeks up against Orvar’s as he stared wide-eyed at the screen. “You got an Omega Drop already!? Lucky!”

“A what…?”

The box on screen burst open in a dizzying display of colors and shapes. Of the five items that he had received, one of them was coated in a swirling, rainbow aura. They were a pair of boots that looked far fancier than the rest.

Binh grasped his shoulders and was suddenly shaking him in excitement. “You got the Prismatic Boots! Dude! That’s so goddamn rare! And you got it right at the beginning too!”

Orvar wrenched himself away from Binh’s vice-like grip. “Is that good…?”

The bull quickly exclaimed that Omega Drops were the rarest of the rare. Each was a guaranteed equipment that had stats that far outshone anything else that was dropped in the game and possessed unique attributes that could not be replicated elsewhere. Better yet, they came in sets that, when combined with other pieces of the same set, would give even greater abilities.

Players were guaranteed an Omega Drop every ten levels but there was always a chance that they would get one outside of those milestones. Considering how the level limit was level 99, it would mean that players would only have a guaranteed nine Omega Drops. With multiple sets in the game and so many equipment slots available, getting the piece you wanted was extremely slim.

“So you could go through the entire game and never get what you wanted?” Orvar asked, glancing back at the shining boots on his screen.

And that means I’m really lucky because I got it outside of the level milestone.

“Yeah…” Binh sighed, seating himself back on his side of the bed. “But Omega Drops aren’t account bound and you can trade it with other players. Not to mention you can always hit New Game Plus. Apparently you get to reset the world and your level but keep your equipment so you get to try out different builds and go for those drops you missed! There are no repeat drops either!”

That’s one way to extend game.

Orvar grinned tauntingly at the bull. “Guess I’m just lucky, huh?”

Binh pouted at him. “Just make a lobby already.”

Mood improved after striking out at the party, Orvar entered the menu and created an multiplayer lobby as Binh instructed. Moments later, Binh was joining his world and the two were running around collecting materials, fighting monsters and opening loot boxes together. Just for good measure, Orvar made sure to show off his new boots.

The Prismatic Boots apparently gave him exceptional passive resistances to all elements and reduced the chance of being inflicted with a negative status ailment by five-percent. The Boots’ bonuses improved with each level he gained so it was one of the few pieces of equipment that scaled with him. It’s unique ability, however, was the ‘Prismatic Leap’. It enabled him to jump a short distance and, upon landing, a blast of energy would erupt from him and inflict a random status ailment on his enemies. The first instance he showed this off to Binh, the bull snorted in playful derision.

Da-da-ding!

The next loot box he opened was, disappointingly, average. Still, Orvar couldn’t help but hold out hope for that tantalizing Omega Drop. He knew that the chances were slim that he would get another one so soon after his first but there was still that non-zero chance. And that was good enough for him.

Beside him, Binh was likewise getting bonuses for helping him through the challenges. His roommate was not opening loot boxes as often as he was but apparently it was much easier to meet the requirements of the multiplayer loot boxes compared to his current level. On the opposite side, with Binh’s improved statistics, Orvar was benefitting from getting the materials to craft and open his loot boxes much quicker.

Da-da-ding!

For a second, the Swedish artist’s heart jumped to his throat as the box he opened shimmered with golden light. Sadly, it was not an Omega Drop. Though the loot was considered ‘epic’, it was nonetheless not as exclusive as the coveted rarest of the rare.

Thrill and excitement built within him with every box he opened. Anticipation over seeing that flurry of lights and confetti that was so elusive but tauntingly just on the horizon. And with every box that he opened that drew him closer and closer to level ten, he knew that Omega Drop was getting ever closer. That non-zero chance was getting better and better with every box that he opened.

His chances at the Omega Drop were not the only things improving about Orvar Stenstrom. A faint tingling sensation rand down his spine, starting from the base of his neck and creeping its way quickly down the length of his back until it ended just above his flat rear. The feeling was quickly dismissed as a drop of water from his long, blond hair that naturally ran down the slope of his back. In reality, it added about a tenth of an inch to his spine’s length.

Da-da-ding!

Another box was opened. Orvar was hit by a pang of disappointment as there was nothing even remotely rare in the contents. Though he was rewarded for his efforts with some stat bonuses, that only cushioned the blow. Still, that despondency was quickly washed away with the promise that the next box would be better.

It has to.

His hands soared over the keyboard, guiding his character through the virtual realm. All the while, that tingling sensation continued to rippled down his spine with the rhythmic tempo of the ocean’s waves against a quiet, secluded beach. Each time those waves crashed against the white sands, a little more mass and a little more height added to his torso. Gradually, the dark tank top he wore began to slide up from where it hung just above his rear. Just a little bit over an hour passed and the hem of his shirt was now _jus_t in line with his waist.

The indistinguishable shape of his ass began to inflate against his fluffy track pants. At first, it was barely noticeable but the minute he hit level 3, there was a very distinct mount that was forming against the seat of his pants. That rippling prickling sensation broke through the barrier of his spine and began cascading over the mound of his butt cheeks, causing them to jiggle ever so slightly. Discomfort from the itching down his spine was immediately replaced with the oddly comforting and arousing feeling of his ass vibrating and jiggling.

Orvar was growing hard, his impressive eight-inch cock pressing against the mattress beneath him. His arousal, however, was completely ignored as he was drawn further and further into the game.

Da-da-ding!

Orvar jerked a moment, surprised at the sound because his screen hadn’t indicated that he had opened a loot box. Turning his head, he recalled that he wasn’t the only one playing. Binh still sat at the edge of his bed by his feet, completely enraptured by the game as well. He vaguely registered that the big bull’s cock was at half mast but didn’t give it much more thought.

“Slow down!” he laughed, turning back to his game. “I’ll never catch up at this rate!”

His very sexy, beefy roommate let out that alluring, gravelly chuckle of his; a sound like a cement mixer rolling but with the gravitas and reverberation of a thunderstorm. “You’re already level 3, dude. You’re growing way faster than I did.”

There was something weird about that statement but Orvar ignored it and continued playing, eager for his own loot box to drop. With Binh’s help, he was opening a box almost every minute. The expertise of the bull also helped guide him to structuring his build. The Prismatic Boots was clearly geared towards mobility to he was investing heavily on statistics that boosted his character’s speed and agility. They farmed for those materials and occasionally investing in the other statistics just to balance out the build or if he needed that last push to get to the next level but the materials to build the next loot box for his speed became quite costly.

A strategy was forming in his mind, one that he was sure would work.

Since the material costs for subsequent loot boxes in any particular statistic or sub-statistic grew with every box he opened for that statistic, he decided to focus on three primary fields. He and Binh cycled through farming for those three statistics. When the materials for one stat because too expensive to maintain a reasonable pace, they would switch to the next one. That way, they would maintain relatively the same pace for his character’s development while still staying true to his intended build.

“Wish I had thought about doing that,” Binh admitted. “When I started, I was just farming for whatever was convenient.”

Orvar grinned and tapped the side of his head. “Got to know your chances and play the game!”

His excitement overshadowed the tingling feeling as it had now moved down from his ass and made its way down his thighs. The skinny twigs that barely supported his weight began broaden and balloon in mass. Loose, gray fabric of his pant actually began to press against his skin as his quads inflated. That baggy look started to vanish against the growing mass.

The hems of his pants inched away from his ankles. Another inch was added to his height but this time, it came from a grown along his legs. His calves ballooned out, catching the migrating hems about halfway up their length and forcing them to stop, acting like a barrier, trying to stem the growth.

That did not seem to bother the changes occurring to Orvar.

Da-da-ding!

He inadvertently bit his lower lip, watching the spinning loot box in anticipation. All the while, his whole body tensed, holding itself in place. The tension in his feet seemed all the more intense. Muscle fibers and bone there grew outward, emitting a sound like stretching leather and crunching bone even as he crossed his toes in an attempt to give himself more luck. His size 9 feet grew to an impressive size 11 and didn’t stop there.

They reached size 12 before the box sprang open and he was met with the disappointing shower of blue light.

“Damnit!” he cursed, slamming his feet down against his bed in frustration.

Or at least he thought he was hitting his bed. What his toes met instead was hard, steel-like muscle contained beneath a leathery hide and thick fur. He again glanced over his shoulder, completely oblivious to the mass that had been added to his traps. He had accidentally hit Binh in his frustration

“Sorry dude,” he said meekly. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

Binh smirked at him. “Babe, please. You couldn’t hurt me if you tried.”

Orvar briefly wondered when Binh had started calling him ‘babe’. It was odd and uncanny.

Then again, he reasoned, we’ve been roommates for three years.

A little familiarity is to be expected.

“Cool,” he said, turning back to his game. “This game just gets me running hot.”

“It’s awesome, isn’t it?”

Orvar just offered a grunt of acknowledgment and continued playing. Level 4 was achieved and yet, still no Omega Drop. Though he knew that one such drop would be guaranteed once he hit Level 10, there was this part of him that itched to achieve see every color of the spectrum dancing across his screen again even before he hit that milestone.

That urged him further as did the rippling growth that washed over over his body.

The scrawny limbs that had given him that wannabe-surfer vibe glistened with sweat. The lavender-scent of his body wash intermingled with his natural musk. Pale skin flushed red with exertion. Every box that he opened had his whole body tensing up, his green eyes bulging and every muscle twitching in anticipation. The moment the box opened and he was met with a flash of white, blue, purple or orange, he was immediately hit with disappointment and every fiber of his being deflated.

Then raw energy shot through his veins. Like a second wind. It compelled him to push forward, to keep going, to find that shimmering rainbow that would reward all his hard work. It was here that veins popped down his thin arms and down his neck. Muscles absorbed the influx of power and blood, inflating to accommodate the suddenly rush of movement as he tapped away at the keys and pursued that next level.

Da-da-ding!

Shoulders inflated, clear striations appearing from his deltoids and broadening his frame. A V-shaped taper strained the sides of his tank top which had now risen up past the small of his back, showing where his lower back folded into his spine in amazing detail. A single vein ran all the way up from his left pectoral, up his shoulder and down his bicep before it disappeared into the crook of his elbow. Each forearm was a collage of lean, firm muscles that moved and flexed with every tap of the key.

His poor track pants audibly strained as every muscle down his legs continued to widen and expand. Built for absorbing sweat and remaining airy, now that they were stretched taut against his widening frame, he felt a great discomfort growing where his sweat had soaked into the fabric, particularly his perky ass and genitals. Orvar shifted slightly in place, momentarily lifting his rear into the air and alleviating the pressure on his very erect cock.

The throbbing meat between his legs took the opportunity to surge forward, forcing its way past his waistband and shooting a jet of clear precum onto his bed. Now over ten inches, the long, thin member almost seemed to scream out for help, trying to warn him that something was wrong. However, he immediately pushed his body back against the sweaty covers of his bed, barely registering the jet of pleasure he felt from having his cock stimulated by the tightness of being pressed against his emerging abdominal muscles and the bed.

Da-da-ding!

“Level 5!” he exclaimed, pumping a fist into the air. The straps of his tank top strained against the bulge of his traps and deltoids

“Halfway there!” exclaimed Binh. “And I just hit level 12!” The bull reached over and…

Smach!

… gave Orvar’s ass a playful slap.

The Swedish exchange student sat up a little, stunned by the motion but equally stunned that he quite enjoyed the bit of attention and the contact. He had been starved for any sort of physical contact all night. It was also the first time that he became aware of his own raging erection. Though, as he looked over his shoulder and noticed Binh’s own throbbing bull dick oozing precum onto the floor, he quickly concluded that this was not necessarily a bad thing.

The game called to him, however, and he turned back to his screen and began his journey to level 6.

“I swear to you, man,” he said through gritted teeth. “I am going to get an Omega Drop again. Before I hit my pity at level 10!”

“Wouldn’t count on it!” Binh taunted.

Orvar lowered his feet and found them securely sitting on Binh’s lap. The proximity of his bare foot to his roommate’s cock and balls was something was very conscious about. The placement of his limb was intentional as his size 13 feet gently grazed the bull’s meaty quads. It did not take long for Binh to take the hint and every now and then, the big bull would reach down and absently stroke the sole of his foot, teasing at a massage. Orvar bit back a moan each time.

This all masked the continued growth happening throughout his body. Pectoral muscles pumped outwards, further straining the fabric of his already tight tank top. The hem of of the garment had slipped up past his belly button and now looked more like a dark crop top than the loose-fitting tank top that he had originally donned after his shower.

Sweat glistened off his smooth, lightly tanned flesh. He was forced to reach up every now and then to brush a stray blond lock away from his face. At one point, he tucked the length behind his ear and, in doing so, his fingers brushed against the sides of his face. There, he felt a rough stubble. Strange because he generally liked to keep himself quite clean shaved. But, he reasoned, it was late in the day so he was naturally going to get that five o’clock shadow.

Da-da-ding!

The hairs on his cheeks thickened particularly around his side burns. The blond hair there darkened, turning a darker gold in color as it crawled down the sides of his face. Even his dirty blond hair glistened with sweat. All the dark coloration seeped into his side burns, leaving the long, curly locks looking like woven gold. The tousled strands rested comfortably down his back, finding a nook where his traps curved upwards into two, huge, vascular mountains like liquid gold seeping down a valley of muscle.

The necklace that he wore around his neck rose up from where it hung loosely below him. As his neck and chest thickened, it was pulled closer and closer up his body. For a brief moment, it got stuck between his expanding chest muscles. Then, when another loot box was opened, it slipped out with a satisfying pop and crawled its way up his collarbone, on its way to becoming a choker.

Da-da-ding!

Another box opened and another opportunity for an Omega Drop missed. Orvar’s whole body heaved and shuddered. It grew hot with frustration but also motivation. Those track pants audibly groaned, the hems stuck halfway up his bulging calves. In short order, Binh would no longer be able to ignore the large slabs of meat in front of him especially with how hot Orvar was running.

Come on! I know you’re in there!

He tapped furiously at his keys, eye focused on the screen and his teeth grit together. Lean veins pressed up against his thick, bulging biceps, skin flushed red with exertion. Every breath he took was like a huge, heaving huff from a bull getting ready to charge. In many ways, he was already that bull with the matadors tauntingly waving that red flag of the Omega drop in front of him.

Give me that sweet, sweet Omega!

This bull charged as another loot box was opened.

Da-da-ding!

And he was again disappointed as he got nothing of worth.

“Grrrrah!” he snarled, oblivious to his voice having dropped a few notes. His cry hid the tearing noise that erupted from the seat of his pants. The sound of clacking keys masked the cooling sensation of the air brushing up against his now exposed butt crack.

Binh, however, took complete noticed.

With Orvar’s calves sitting across his lap, he could no longer ignore the Swede’s presence. Binh looked towards his roommate and, seeing the now exposed crack, grinned to himself.

“You need to cool off a little bit, babe.”

“I’m almost there,” snarled Orvar, tapping furiously away and urging his avatar through the fantasy world feverishly. “I can taste it.”

Binh licked his bovine lips. “So can I.”

Orvar didn’t hear the bull’s words but, a moment later, he felt their feeling. When Binh’s large hands gripped his ass cheeks, Orvar was immediately hit by that same pleasurable sensation of someone touching his ass, satiating that need for physical contact that he craved all night. There was no time to ask what his roommate was doing because a second later, the bull’s hot, wet lips was pressing against his crack.

“Oh!” he exclaimed. “What are you…”

Binh pushed his ass cheeks apart and the long, flexible, bovine tongue snaked out and licked his sensitive pucker.

“Ooooooooh…” he moaned.

A new sensation rushed up from his rear, a familiar and yet different tingling sensation that made his eleven-inch cock throb in ecstasy. He went back to biting his lip, his eyes partially fluttering beneath his eyelids.

“Keep playing,” rumbled Binh, that deep, thunder-like voice of his reverberating through all of Orvar’s being like he was whispering those silky words into Orvar’s ass and it all somehow made it all the way up to the Swede’s brain. “You just need some of my luck in you.”

Binh’s tongue brushed up against Orvar’s ass again commandingly. Orvar’s hands were moving on their own and he was barely seeing what he was doing. The movements were familiar by now. The sounds rang in his ears like the Pied Piper’s melody luring him deeper into the abyss. Even with his eyelids fluttering, partially obscuring his vision, he was still playing efficiently. He could have played the game blind folded.

Da-da-ding!

A loud ripping noise erupted from his track pants followed by a sudden snap. His glutes ballooned all the way out, two rising mountains out from underneath the confines of a polyester-cotton blend. Leading the charge was a long, whip-like tail covered in tawny, reddish-brown fur that was almost the same color as his flushed skin. At the tip of it, like a little paintbrush dipped in gold, was a tuft of golden-blond hair.

Orvar barely noticed it but was aware of the amazingly relieving sensation that the growth brought. But, as with the game, that relief was immediately pushed aside by his desire for more.

Blond, nearly-white fur sprouted from the valley of his ass, spreading rapidly all over his expanding glutes. Expanding muscles peeled away the taut garment, a golden, muscled butterfly emerging from its chrysalis. When Binh’s tongue pushed up against his exposed hole, muzzle securing itself between his ass cheeks, and invading his insides, the growth accelerated.

Hamstrings exploded clear out from underneath his track pants. This was helped by Binh reached down and shredding the fabric clear off, giving the reddish-brown fur free reign to sweep down his legs. Quads burts outwards, clear, lean striations of every muscle group clearly visible even as his fur spread over the tree-trunk-like limbs.

Orvar absently kicked, squirming in pleasure against Binh’s ferocious invasion of his ass. He lifted his hips, freeing the front of his waist from the confines of his garments. An already impressive, member lunged forward, snaking its way past his belly button. A jet of precum bubbled its way up from his balls, gurgling up the length of his dick.

Perhaps out of some sense of preserving his laptop from a jet of liquid, Orvar immediately slammed his waist back into the bed. That flood of precum instead squirted straight into the deep recesses of his washboard abdominals. The sudden motion momentarily freed him from the assault of Binh’s tongue but also exposed him on another front.

The bull reached down between his spread legs and gripped his balls in those enormous fingers of his. Binh muzzle pressed against his sac, taking a big, long sniff of the musky orbs that left Orvar quivering. That very same long, flat, elastic tongue snaked out and fondled his balls as easily as one would play with a pair of marbles. The moment Binh’s tongue snaked up his perineum, Orvar threw his head back and let out a cry.

“Oh My-ooooooooh!”

Never mind that the cry almost sounded like a genuine ‘moo’. He was in bliss.

To cap it all off, his fingers were still moving his character and even with his vision blurred, he still managed to craft and open a new loot box.

Da-da-ding!

His testicles, jostling in Binh’s grip and assaulting by the bull’s tongue, spontaneously inflated. The easily filled out Binh’s enormous hands, hanging low and heavy. The same white fur that had covered his ass spawned over his balls with a little tuft of blond hair sprouted between the outline of his testicles against his strained, furry sac like a golden Mohawk. It was almost possible to hear the cum sloshing around in them as Binh gave them one last lick.

That last flick of warmth made Orvar kick his legs out. The last few inches of growth burst down his calves. Two, huge heart-shaped mounds of muscles burst out of the last remnants of his pants that were clinging onto his knees and calves. The rush of fur had slowed as it was reaching his knees but the moment the last shreds of clothing were stripped off his legs, it scrambled forward, consuming his calves and rushing all over his feet.

Orvar was forced to uncross his toes as each group on his feet was forced to merge and fused into two, distinct hooves. Toenails blackened and stretched out, arching forward and forming protective lining along the two, new toes that dominated his feet that would never again be covered by any sort of shoe or footwear. Not that he minded. He loved the feeling of sand between his toes which he could distinctly remember.

Binh suddenly began to shuffle away.

Orvar blinked a few times, dazed by the assault of sensations that had ripped throughout his entire body.

“Wha…?” he began. “What are you do -?”

He never got to finish that sentence as he felt Binh’s enormous weight press against his back and the tip of that thick, bovine cock rest against his crack. Precum oozed into his loosened and needy hole.

“I told you,” whispered Binh, right into Orvar’s ear. “I’m going to put my ‘luck’ in you.”

As those sultry, gravelly words wafted over Orvar’s ears, brown and white fur sprouted from the Swede’s organ. The heat of Binh’s cock overwrote all other sensations. Even the exquisite feeling of his ears flexing and pulling away from his skull to become two, leaf-like appendages was forgotten by the feeling of the first inch of that thick member pushing into him.

“Fuuuuuuck…” he moaned.

It was hard to believe that after three years, each fuck still felt as good as the first.

For the first time in a while, his fingers stopped tapping at the keys as he set them against the bed and twisted the covers, bracing himself for each beautiful inch of man meat pumping into him. His cock begged for more, squirting increasingly thick precum into his sheets. His brain drowned in a cocktail of pleasure, overheated and addled. His body tightened and flexed, squeezing at Binh’s member with all his might.

Now with a firm position, Binh reached up with one of his large hands, gripped Orvar’s and gently guided it back to the laptop. Wordlessly, Orvar continued to tap, slower now but still with immense accuracy and precision as Binh’s humongous hand continued to hover over his like a protective umbrella.

Da-da-ding!

Fur spread up from Orvar’s crotch. A faint, blond triangle of crotch fur appeared first before quickly being overwhelmed by the creamy white of his undercoating and beings surrounded by his thicker, reddish-brown coat. The contrast perfectly outlined his lean and chiseled obliques that looked like they were cut from marble.

Half of Binh’s cock was in him now and with each pump, his pleasure was multiplying. He could barely see straight and yet, when the bull reached down and gently grabbed his other hand and guided it towards his laptop, he found himself centered once more.

There was only one thing that mattered.

Got to get that Omega!

So he played.

Da-da-ding!

His lats flared out, ripping through the tank top that had held on for so long. Brown fur spread all up his back, covering the rippling muscles that would have put any anatomical chart to shame.

Da-da-ding!

“Level 6!” he huffed.

Dazzling, hypnotic lights flashed before his eyes but still, there was no Omega Drop. To console him, another inch of his boyfriend’s cock pushed into him and he could feel the bull’s thick, warm precum soothing him from the inside, encouraging him to keep going because they both knew that he would get that glorious rarest of the rare soon.

Da-da-ding!

Shoulders ballooned out further. Brown fur crept down his arms, doing nothing to hide the lattice of veins that crawled all over his biceps and seemed to multiple ally over his forearms. Binh had always been jealous of how lean and vascular he was but Orvar countered that by complimenting his boyfriend’s sheer mass and strength. Sure he was only only about half a foot taller than Binh at 8 feet tall flat but Binh was, as he put it when they first met, ‘all beef’.

Da-da-ding!

For a second, Orvar’s fingers spasmed, locking up. Prickling rippled through his digits, returning feeling to them and he began moving them again with a familiarity that belied their changing shape. His palms widened and stretched, becoming longer than Binh’s but not as wide. Similarly, his fingers stretched forward, his nails blackening into dark, hoof-like shells. They were longer than Binh’s but his boyfriend’s was thicker and more powerful. Just to prove it, Binh’s turned to gripping his thick wrists instead of fully guiding his hands.

He knew what he needed to do. He didn’t need Binh’s guidance for that.

Binh’s touch alone seemed to accelerate the spread of the fur. Just as the wash of red and brown was sweeping up from his elbow, the moment Binh grabbed his wrists, the same fur spread out fromthe contacts, covering his hands, and making its way down his forearm where they met with the core growth.

“Come on, babe,” panted Binh right into Orvar’s neck. “You got this!”

Orvar panted and huffed, each breath deeper and bigger than the next. Binh’s cock was fully inside him, sliding in and out with the might of a bull in heat. That was something he loved about his boyfriend; the bull was always so passionate.

Da-da-ding! Da-da-ding!

Level 7 and still no Omega Drop.

Orvar threw his head back, letting out a wail of frustration. His voice audibly deepened mid-cry. White fur spread across his thick, broad chest even as his pectorals, ribs and lungs continued to expand. For a moment, the fur consumed his nipples entirely. Then, as the growth of his torso stopped, two, perky, pink nubs pushed out of the tips of the fur like the peaks of the Swiss Alps protruding past a cover of snow.

To compliment this, his traps sloped upwards from his shoulders, forming a meaty curve that framed his thick, wide neck perfectly. The necklace that had clung to his neck crawled up his mountainous frame, tightening around his neck and somehow managing to remain intact as it sat securely as a choker. The seashells hanging on the necklace glistened with his sweat and stuck out against his short fur.

Da-da-ding! Da-da-ding! Da-da-ding!

Level 8.

Just two levels to go before his guaranteed Omega Drop.

Binh fucked him even harder, urging him to go further, pushing more and more ‘luck’ into him. Each thrust caused his cock to throb and pulse, pressure building in his crotch. His balls jostled like every ounce of precum his bull boyfriend pumped into him was immediately being transfered into his own stores only to add more and more into his need to release it all.

But he couldn’t release it.

Not until he saw those rainbow beams.

“Come on!” roared Orvar both in frustration and excitement. “One moooooooooore!”

His jaw emitted a loud crackling sound while his nose snapped and flattened. The tones of his last cry pushed his lips forward, forming a long, square muzzle capped off with black nostrils. The creamy white fur from his chest spread all over his muzzle. Contrary to this, darker, reddish-brown fur spread from his sideburns, colliding midway that almost looked like he still had those high cheek bones of an Eastern European human.

The long, curly, golden blond hair of his spread own the back of his neck like a mane but remained long enough to tumble down his broad shoulders. From underneath their curls, two, black horns burst forth, curling a little higher and longer than Binh’s.

Da-da-ding!

He clicked on the loot box.

Rainbows came springing out.

His bright, green eyes widened.

“Yes…!” he gasped.

Binh stopped fucking him long enough to see the brilliant colors dance across his bovine features.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” he roared.

The loot box opened, the top of the cylinder springing upwards off screen while a shower of confetti erupted from the box. Mimicking this, all the pressure and cum that had been building in him slammed against his body and his aching cock unleashed its long-held payload.

“Yeeeeeees!”

His cry was echoed by a deep, resonating ‘moo’ from Binh.

Hot seed pumped up from his balls, propelled by his prostate and pumped up his long cock before erupting straight into his mattress. Binh’s final thrust before orgasm kept him pinned to the bed so he wouldn’t end up destroying his laptop with a torrent of cum. His first load almost felt like a test shot that was still enough to soak his sheets because the subsequent blasts was simply mind blowing.

The second blast caused every bone in his body to tense, his enormous arms locking into place as he threw his head back and celebrated his victory. His brain swam in the chemicals brought on by this unlikely victory and the euphoric sea of ecstasy brought on by his orgasm. Coupled with his boyfriend literally being inside of him, Orvar Stenstrom was caught in a maelstrom of simply feeling ‘good’.

It was on the third blast that Binh’s own orgasm hit him, shocking his system to take the opportunity to complete his transformation. Eyelids fluttered as his brain worked in overdrive to rewrite everything that had been Orvar to fit the new narrative of this big, blond bull. This moment was spent rewiring him with the knowledge of having grown into this body.

The next shot coalesced his dedication to Labyrinth of Loot. More than anything, he was a gambling man and this game spoke to him. That tantalizing possibility of getting an Omega Drop, the rarest of the rare, even if it was slim was just too tempting to put down. He loved that part of the game and even though there was a guaranteed drop every ten levels, the possibility of getting one even before those milestones just meant that he could get double the drops.

Another burst of cum.

Orvar Stenstrom came to Valemoore from Sweden. That had not changed. The towering bull caught everyone’s attention as he was easily the tallest person on campus. Eight feet was nothing to scoff at. He was afraid he would stick out especially since he was quite toned and well-built. But then he met his roommate, Binh.

What were the odds that he would meet another exchange student - admittedly from Vietnam - who was a bull? They quickly hit it off. Binh’s enthusiasm for the gym was something they could both had in common. They went to the gym together. Shared some of their mandatory classes together. Played games together. Saw each other naked.

Then they saw each other naked while ‘working out’.

Yet another burst of cum and his soaked sheets oozed with his seed. Binh’s own blasts couldn’t be held by his innards anymore and it oozed out of his ass even as the thicker bull continued to pour gallon after gallon into him. The warm cum of his boyfriend seeped over his balls, joining the ocean that was soaking his sheets.

More cum came shooting out of both bulls.

They had made it official last year when graduation came looming on the horizon and they had to decide whether this would be a college fling or something more.

They chose to make it something more.

Another simultaneous orgasm.

They made plans to move in together and get their citizenship. Both of them would seek out good jobs, continue to work out together but, most of all, play games together. Both had met one-another’s parents and their relationship was cemented.

The penultimate jet of seed and he found the heart of his very existence coming in the form of this good game; Labyrinth of Loot. It was a game that both he and Binh really got into at the same level.

It was just that good of a game.

At long last, Orvar’s balls ejected the last bits of seed out of him. A final shot that celebrated his emergence as this Orvar Stenstrom. With this last burst, steam visibly erupted from him, filling the room in a light haze that smelled of musk, man and cum. Orvar heaved, huffed and slumped forward, his furry cheeks pressing against his cheeks with a loud, wet squelch.

The moment of rest was short-lived, however, as Binh was still in the throes of his orgasm. Orvar grunted, huffing as his boyfriend shot two more loads into him. Only after the last blast was done, Binh, slumped on top of him. He could feel the cum rushing out of him as Binh’s mass pressed down on his back.

“Fuuuuck…” mumbled his boyfriend.

Orvar could barely manage a smile. He did manage to crack an eye open though. Just enough to gaze upon the dazzling display of lights on his screen.

“Damn…” he mumbled. “… Doesn’t look like it’s from the Prismatic Set.”

Binh mumbled something incoherent before shuffling so he could see what was on screen. He gave Orvar a light kiss on the cheek before his dark eyes settled on the pair of gloves. “The Beast _’s Gloves_. Strength focused.” A mischievous grin crossed the brown bulls lips. “You know, I_ ’m_ more spec’d towards strength. You could give it to me.”

“Oh yeah?” teased Orvar, turning towards his boyfriend. “And what will you give me in return?”

Binh pretended to think about it for a second before he leaned down, pressing his forehead against Orvar, their horns just barely touching.

“Oh… I can think of something. Besides, since you got this thing at level 8, you know what that means, right?”

Orvar tilted his head to the side for a second. “What?”

Binh rolled his eyes and gently grabbed one horn and used it as a handhold to shake Orvar’s head lightly. “You’ve still got your guaranteed Omega Drop at level 10, stupid!”

With that, a renewed energy shot through Orvar’s body. The excitement of seeing the rarest of the rare a second time exhausted every inch of weariness afterglow would have imposed up on him.

“Bet you I can get another Omega Drop before then!”