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We fucked like we were going to die. The water would last another day, maybe two. The raft had no food. There was only myself and First Mate Jaco. Such a strapping, hard-bodied black bear. Prime Brazilian steak, that one. He used his striped shirt to pillow my head while we moaned and rutted together like beasts.

The truth was, we were terrified. The storm had smashed into our cruise ship with no warning. Everyone we had known - my dearest friends from back home in Britain, his co-workers of three years - were drifting toward the bottom of the hungry Pacific. Now, three days later, our situation was desperate.

At first, Jaco and I had tried to make the best of our situation. In the chaos of the sinking, he'd grabbed a survival pack containing rations and fresh water. With its meager contents, Jaco estimated we might survive up to a week. It was a ridiculously optimistic assessment, and we both knew it. He still felt responsible for me, and I was grateful.

The food gave out after two days. We lived on water and hope for another day and a half before despair began to set in. Jaco and I kept up a brave face for each other's sake, but emotional cracks began to widen.

In such a situation, a man's true character can't help but manifest itself. Dying slowly with nothing to distract oneself from one's inevitable doom is an exercise in quiet desperation that mounts with each interminable hour.

I was the first to break. Jaco woke in the dead of our fourth night on our small dingy to find me huddled, rocking, sobbing - a lonely red squirrel lost on a God-forsaken boat who would never even have a decent burial.

Jaco just held me, let me weep. We spoke frankly, then, of what we might do if things didn't improve. There was no escaping the fact that he was a large predator and I was a potential source of food he could use.

That broke Jaco. Amidst a tempest of Portuguese, he swore to me by all the saints that he would never, ever resort to such barbarism. We made love for the first time, then - sweet, tender love that was a comfort to both of us. Afterward, we slept well for perhaps the first time since the disaster.

Not like now. Under the hot sun, mad with thirst, Jaco ripped into my anus with his big thick pink bear cock unti I was screaming. It was all we could do. I didn't want him to hold back. I didn't care if he injured me. It was over for us.

We ended in a woozy, dehydrated faint, neither of us achieving a true orgasm. When I came to, I was alone.

I didn't realize, at first, that I was saved. Those who have been at sea for long periods will tell you that, when first you step onto solid land once more, the motion of the boat carries with you for a time. Thus, I still felt the dingy bobbing beneath me when I cracked open my eyes to witness wheeling gulls crying above me in an azure sky smeared with cirrus clouds.

I tried to call out for Jaco. All that came out was a husky, wheezing cough. I rolled onto my side and stared, dumbfounded, at my surroundings. The dingy rested on the shore of an island, a black volcanic beach stretching away before me with lazy, waving palm trees and jungle underbrush beyond.

Jaco was nowhere to be seen. But I spotted a curious thing - bear tracks staggered off toward the trees. Why would Jaco leave me? Perhaps he'd left to try and find a source of fresh water. I resolved to find him.

I forced myself to stand and weakly began to follow the tracks inland. My sharp squirrel ears caught the sound of running water. Never in my life had I heard a more beautiful sound.

A few minutes later I dashed upon the stream and drowned myself in its sweetness. I am not ashamed to say I wept with relief as I drank my fill. So grateful was I to be alive and safe for the moment, I drifted into a stupor.

When I came to, it was to see a man-made wooden roof over my head. An electric lamp on a plain wooden desk near my feet cast dramatic shadows over the large room. I lay in a hammock, stripped to my shorts.

Turning my head, I saw a large doorway. Not the sort of doorway to be found in a domestic house, but instead a wide, tall frame of tropical timbers that reminded me of the entrances to the warehouses one sees in the industrial areas of London. Yet, the room I occupied clearly held the dimensions of a bedroom.

I had little time to puzzle at this architectural incongruity when a figure rounded an unseen corner beyond the door to my room and approached me. My visitor was a paragon of the masculine form, a veritable Michaelangelo sculpture given life. I could make out the beautiful curves of his chest, his abdominals, and his arms even through the khaki short-sleeved shirt he wore. He was a canine of some sort, with a white and ruddy pelt and short, pointed ears. I judged him a hunting breed until he grinned and spoke.

"Ah, finally awake, hey? How do you feel, mate?"

The man's distinct Australian twang instantly identified his species as a dingo. I surmised that the storm must have driven our doomed cruise ship off course through the South Pacific, and that I had, by some miracle, been washed ashore. Perhaps on one of the Solomons.

"I...er..." my throat was still parched.

Sensing my distress, the herculean Aussie poured me a glass of water from a pitcher that rested on a wooden stool to the left of the door. This he offered, and I gratefully drained.

"Where am I?" I ventured to ask, and was gratified to hear a shadow of my old voice.

The dingo chuckled as if enjoying some private joke. "The private island of our good Dr. Benjamen Volker. Caught in the blow, were you? Nasty bit of weather, that."

I clutched at the dingo's paw.

"Please! There was another man with me. A bear named Jaco. He may have tried to make it to the stream where I was found!"

My musclebound nurse patted the back of my paw. "Don't worry, mate. He's safe and sound. In fact, we found him first and he told us about you!" He extended his paw to me. "Name's Andy."

"Whitley. Terrance Whitley," I answered as we shook.

"Well, Terry, let's see about getting you up and walking, hey?" Andy encouraged.

I smiled, and not just out of gratitude for his warmth and charity. There was no denying Andy was the mightiest example of manhood I had ever seen. To have those strong arms supporting me, easing me out of the hammock and onto my bare feet was no small thrill.

"Reckon the doc'll want to see you as soon as you're feeling up for it," Andy continued. "He's a busy bloke, but we don't get many visitors. No offense to your mate, Terry, but Jaco isn't much for talk."

"He saved my life," I said, a touch testily at the flippant way Andy dismissed the bear.

"Course he did, and good on him," Andy was quick to agree. "I only meant that I can already tell you've a good head on those shoulders, and the doc would appreciate better gab than I can give him!"

"Can I see him?" I asked.

"We'll get some tucker in you first," Andy said. "Then I'll check if the doc's free."

"No! I meant Jaco!"

"Oh, right! Well, ah, when I said he was safe and sound, I didn't mean he was entirely up on his feet, you see. The truth is, the doc thought he needed a bit of work."

I looked at Andy in alarm. "What sort of 'work?' Is it serious?"

Andy's enormous muscular arm cradled me a bit closer and his voice took on a honeyed tone.

"Don't worry, mate. The doc knows what he's doing. Aren't you even the least bit hungry?"

In point of fact, I was famished. I felt a pang of guilt at how rude I was being. I apologized to Andy and allowed him to guide me down a short hall that opened out into a lovely front porch. There was a polished wooden floor framed by a rail of rustic timber. The roof was thatched of local palm fronds. A wooden picnic bench awaited me. From some back room, a gramophone crackled out a Debussey arabesque.

I sat at the bench while Andy trundled into some back room I'd yet to discover. Moments later, he returned with a tray bearing coconut, tropical fruits, nuts, and a steaming kettle. I set to with gusto.

"You've a healthy appetite!" Andy praised.

"I haven't eaten in almost three days," I informed him.

Andy rubbed a big paw on my back in sympathy. "Rough bit of luck, mate. How many did you lose?"

"Nearly a hundred."

Andy whispered virulent curse words and shook his head in dismay.

"Have you any tobacco?" I ventured. "I could do with a good smoke."

These Andy supplied from his own stash. We shared his pipe between us. This combined with a blessed cup of tea did wonders for me. I felt myself well and truly safe, at last.

"Are we far from the mainland, Andy?" I asked.

"Several hundred kilometers," Andy reported. "There's a supply boat that swings by every month out of Darwin. It's due back in a week. Reckon they'd be happy to carry some extra passengers."

I gave a deep sigh.

"Andy, if there was a chapel on your island, I would be there on my knees. You and Dr. Volker are a godsend!"

A new voice, deep and rich with a Boerish accent, spoke up. "I'm pleased to hear you say that, of course."

Andy's tail wagged. I looked up from the remains of my repast and my teacup dropped from my astonished hand. For Dr. Volker was not only some sort of primate, but an even mightier specimen of man than Andy! I had assumed Andy to be an assistant, or perhaps quartermaster of the island's supplies. In any case, someone with brawn to match his employer's brains. Nothing could be farther from the truth!

Volker stomped toward me on bare, tanned humanoid feet each the size of a shovel head. He loomed like a colossus over Andy and I, his impossible body stuffed within a similar uniform of khaki that looked about to burst with one flex of that prodigious physique.

"Mr. Whitley, I presume. I apologize for not checking on you sooner. My duty as a physician demanded I stay with Jaco through the critical stages of his recovery."

I rose shakily to my feet and felt the almost unholy strength in Volker's grasp as we shook hands. The man was, quite simply, a god. Not only in height and breadth of muscle, but from what I could see bulging between his legs, in more carnal areas as well!

"I wasn't aware his condition was that serious," I said.

"The trauma due to dehydration, malnutrition, and exposure is often underestimated by the layman," Volker said. "You yourself would still be bedridden had Andy not been attending to you with a fortifying tonic of amy own design. You are, I perceive, unaware that you have been unconscious for two days."

"Two days?!" I exclaimed.

"Indeed," Volker confirmed. "It is the twelfth of June."

My ill-fated cruise had sunk on the fifth. My head whirled in astonishment, and I steadied myself by sitting down and pouring a fresh cup of tea.

"Andy," Volker rumbled, "be a chap and check in on Jaco, would you? He should be coming around within the next twenty-four hours. I'm sure Mr. Whitley will want to be there."

Andy gave me a wink as he left, as if to reassure me that this behemoth was friendly. Volker's bulk caused the table to noticeably sag and creak as he joined me at tea. Watching Volker reminded me of Gulliver's Travels, so great was the disparity between his frame and the kettle.

I began to notice other strange things about my host. I am no zoologist, but my university education had included a grounding in biology. Yet, I could not place what species of primate Volker was. He seemed to be a blend of gorilla, baboon, and chimpanzee. His general complexion was a rich tan brown, rather like that of a roan horse. The fangs I saw in glimpses between sips of tea did not seem those of any primate, but rather more like those of a great feline predator. Likewise, his eyes had a feral aspect to them that called to mind a hawk or other raptor. The way Volker studied me, I could easily imagine his eyesight to be of avian power.

I was thinking to myself how I might tactfully satisfy my curiosity on these matters when Volker set his tea aside and gave me a smile.

"My appearance unnerves you."

"Err...I suppose it does, at that," I admitted.

"I was not always thus," said he. "Surely you don't think I could have completed medical school with such proportions!"

"Has this something to do with why you're here?" I asked Volker, gesturing at the remote island around us.

Volker seemed immensely pleased by my deduction. "Quite so, Mr. Whitley. Quite so. May I call you Terrance?"

"By all means. I understand from Andy that Jaco and I are to be your guests for the better part of a week. I do hope it's not too much of an imposition."

"In point of fact, the next supply boat is due to arrive in six days, five hours. During which time I hope you will enjoy what meager hospitality I can offer," Volker said, spreading his gigantic arms out expansively.

I gulped. A devilish part of my mind imagined a double entendre in his mention of 'hospitality.' This I quashed.

"My work is all-consuming," Volker went on. "You will find little in the way of diversions here. Perhaps I could interest you in a tour of my island? I would relish the chance to explain my work to a kindred intellectual soul as, I sense, you are," he said with a nod to me, sipping at his second cup.

I felt a blush that such a giant of a man both physically and mentally should consider me a peer. There was little I could do but accept.

"Tell me, Terrance," Volker said, peering at me closer with narrowed eyes. "What is your background?"

And so we fell to talking of my life in Britain, from my time at Oxford all the way back to my childhood frolicking about the fields behind my mother's house in Newark-on-Trent. Volker seemed immensely gratified that I had training in the life sciences. It was part of the reason I had purchased the cruise through the Pacific. What better opportunity for a young Englishman to get a first-hand look at some of Nature's most exotic creations?

I will confide in you now, dear reader, that it was not the only reason for choosing that particular cruise. Nor even the primary one. I harbored a shameful secret, a condition which could ruin my career if discovered yet which I could not bear not to indulge. That fateful voyage was a chance for men of similar preferences as myself to meet. Enclosed in the safe isolation of the great blue ocean, we could be free to explore our own particular form of love with whomever we wished. I told nothing of this to Volker, of course. But I mention it here because it played a critical part in the terrible events to come.

Volker was an exceptional host. His interest was genuine, his comments insightful, his questions engaging. I found myself quite under his spell. He took me by the paw and we began our tour of his island.

Volker's Island was volcanic in origin, although it had been some years since its last eruption. The island was four kilometers in length, seven in width. It supported mostly equatorial rainforest, with a lagoon to the southeast and a stand of subtropical grasslands to the lee of the mountain.

At the time, it seemed to me a paradise. We took a footpath through the forest. Moisture dripped like sunlit gems from the palm trees. Parrots and cockatoos sqwaked, unseen. Great bejeweled butterflies danced amid tumbles of hanging flowers.The path crossed a small rapids over a short wooden suspension bridge.

That was when I saw it. Only the barest of glimpses, but it stopped me dead in my tracks. A creature had emerged from a stand of ferns to crouch down on his thighs and cup a drink from the stream. First impressions were of a cheetah, but one with the raw bulk of an elephant. Tiger-like stripes slashed across the creature's hulking back, and a crest of fur like that of a hyena ran from between his pointed ears down to the base of his spine just above his ass. For a "he" it undeniably was. His sheath was so large it dragged in the cool waters as he sipped from his palm, as if it, too, was thirsty. At the sound of us on the bridge, he looked up. Eyes of aquamarine fire caught mine, and then he was gone, crashing through the underbrush out of sight.

"What in God's name was that!" I cried.

Volker's hands clasped my shoulders and the wall of his abdominals pressed up to my back.

"Calm yourself, Terrance. Cheat would never harm you."

I whirled on him.

"You've named that beast?"

"I CREATED him."

Needless to say, the revelation cut short our tour. We returned to the main compound. In addition to the infirmary building in which I'd awoken, there were four other structures - a bungalow for sleeping, two warehouses, a sinister structure with barred windows, and Volker's laboratory.

The laboratory was the largest structure on the island. It dominated the view from every angle of the compound. Coming back from the forest, I spied Andy beside the open door to one of the warehouses. Two other canine figures, each bearing the gargantuanly muscled stamp of Volker's handiwork, were busy carrying stacks of crates up to the laboratory that would normally have required a horse and cart to move.

I couldn't make out much detail from my vantage point, but they appeared to be a cross between Dobermans and Great Danes. Each wore a leather collar around its bovine neck.

Volker bid me enter his lab. This I did, with some reluctance. The front room seemed a combination of a foyer and a surgical prep room. I noted the anatomical charts upon the walls, and a plaque hanging above the door to the laboratory proper bore a quotation by Socrates:

'What disgrace it is for a man to grow old without seeing the beauty and strength of which his body is capable.'

"I apologize if Cheat gave you a fright. I have grown so used to his appearance, I scarcely think of it anymore," Volker said.

"Dr. Volker, what in God's name IS Cheat? Or those strange canine servants of yours?"

Volker found me a spare pipe, and the soothing tang of the smoke upon my tongue was a balm to my jangled nerves. Volker's smile was sympathetic, but his strange eyes gleamed as they regarded me.

"Terrance, let me address you as a kindred intellect. Not only in matters of science, but philosophy as well. Some of what I will tell you now you may find shocking. I ask only that you keep an open mind. Can you do this?"

I assured him that I could. He invited me to his private study. It lay through a screen door to the left of the laboratory. The interior was cozily lit by floor and table lamps with stained glass shades depicting jungle scenes. I saw framed oil paintings of Charles Darwin, Archimedes, Gregor Mendel, and the Greek god Prometheus. The stained tropical hardwood floor was softened by a Persian rug. A fireplace such as one might find in any English house occupied one wall, and the rest were taken up by a private library with titles both familiar and unfamiliar to me, in languages ranging from English to French, German, and even Latin. The far wall was solid glass, an arrangement of bay windows that afforded a fine view of the ocean. We sat in a pair of leather sofas, enjoying our smoke. Volker poured us each a small brandy from a crystal decanter.

"Let me begin with a question for you, Mr. Whitley: Do you believe it is man's destiny to dominate the Earth?" Volker asked.

I considered. "That is a rather sweeping statement, Doctor. For myself, I have always been proud of Her Majesty's empire and it's accomplishments. I suppose that is the extent of my imagination on the subject."

"Accepted," Volker said with a nod. "I shall limit the parameters of the discussion to the Empire, then. Let us consider objectively those accomplishments you speak of. Britain has achieved marvelous things in its time, but at what cost? Consider the loss of men to accident and disease required to complete the Suez Canal, for instance. Consider, also, the repeated failures to construct a similar canal in the jungles of Panama. Think of how many British citizens die each year from hereditary ailments and deformities, or of the poor wretches born of such simple minds that they must be kept locked away in prisons. If you like, I can give you figures. I have estimated such, based on a careful examination of news reports and medical journals. Would you not agree that this is a waste of resources? Worse, of the British's potential as a race?"

I puffed on my pipe. The brandy was a fine vintage all the way from Scotland.

"I see no reason to dispute it," said I.

"Good. Men of stature will shake their heads and call it a shame, but none can agree on a viable solution," Volker went on. "Because, as Shakespeare so wisely said, 'The fault is not in our stars, but in ourselves.'"

Volker put a special emphasis on those last four words, and his golden eyes flashed with intensity. I shook my head.

"I'm afraid I don't follow."

Volker rose to his big feet. He plucked a large volume from one of the shelves, an easy reach for a man of his great stature. He tossed it with a heavy thud onto the table beside the brandy.

"There you will find the sum of all of man's history, Britain included. You will read how we rose to claim rulership over the wilderness through the use of our minds and the power of the tools we fashioned. Generation upon generation, we struggle to better ourselves, ignoring the simple scientific fact that we have known how to do so for hundreds of years."

Volker opened the book a third of the way through, to a fine illustration of Roman cavalry - those proud, mighty horse warriors who had helped Rome to conquer the known world.

"The Romans, and the Greeks and Arabs before them took their equine citizens and bred them to specific purposes - speed for messengers, strength and bravery for war cavalry, beauty and grace for royal escorts. Why, even today, the meanest horse can proudly relate to you the line of his pedigree, however mottled it may be. And they are stronger for it in every sense. Were it not for such breeding, where would the British Empire be? I posit to you that She might not exist at all!"

"Is that what you've done here, Dr. Volker?" I asked, wonderingly. "Instituted some sort of enforced breeding program?"

Volker sat again. "At first, yes. Years ago, back at university in South Africa, I conducted experiments in husbandry among the native zebras. Of course, one can't explain to such superstitious savages the need for such things. In time, they grew so violent and fearful of my work that the university rescinded its support."

I sensed much bitterness in his voice.

"Then you came here?" I prompted.

Volker refilled my glass with a nod. "Indeed. I discovered this island quite by accident, during a voyage to survey the coastal flora and fauna of Australia. I knew the moment I saw this place that I had found a chance to start afresh."

"To do what, exactly?"

Volker fixed his tawny eyes upon me and his gaze was feverish with suppressed excitement. "I mean to do nothing less than reinvent mankind."

Volker anticipated the look I gave him with one brutish raised hand. "I have already elaborated to you the potential benefits to Her Majesty's empire, have I not? But there is more, Terrance. Much more. You see, here on this island, I have unlocked the very secrets of life itself. The primordial components by which our very bodies are formed in our mothers' wombs. For millions of years, Mother Nature has tested Her creations and weeded out those too weak to survive. Now, at last, we stand poised to fulfill Her ultimate purpose - to become the very pinnacle of evolution!"

Volkler's powerful voice had been steadily rising. Now he stood half towering over me and in his fervor, he flexed both arms to either side of his head. Those obscene, black-furred gorilla biceps of his tore through their cloth prison all the way to the shoulder. His traps burst the seams to threads.

My chair toppled backwards. I managed to find my feet before it did. I stood with my back to one of the bookshelves, gaping at Volker. It was not only his enormous muscles that had bulged. His endowment was softly pulsing in time to his heartbeat, hidden away still within his khaki shorts. The size was frightening, even in silhouette.

I don't know what would have happened next if Andy hadn't intervened. He rapped on the doorway and spoke without preamble.

"Doc, there's been an incident."

"Who this time?" Volker asked.

"Cheat."

Volker nodded. He regarded me. "I regret we must continue our discussion later. Please, excuse me."

Andy stepped aside to let Volker pass, then followed in his wake. Since neither forbade me to do so, I followed. I was forced to jog to keep up with their powerful strides. The difference between their heights and mine focused my attention on their delicious, perfect round hard asses. The sight was a great distraction. I found myself unable to reflect on Volker's incredible statements.

Then we were out in the yard of the main compound. The scene before me further dispelled any chance I might have had to gather my wits. For there in the yard was the massive muscled figure of Cheat, yowling and fighting in the rippling, restraining arms of Volker's two doberman dock workers.

I had not appreciated Cheat's true size in the brief glimpse I'd had of him. He presented at least as large a figure as Andy - a glorious specimen of titanic proportions. Pectorals as wide as wagon wheels heaved and rippled. Visible abs twitched above a lewdly thrusting sheath that stood erect and eager. I could have wedged my whole head within the monster!

Cheat's strength was prodigious. Even with their combined might, the growling dock workers were only barely able to restrain him. Cheat's mighty paws tore at the dirt. The doberman's arms each seethed with muscle and visible veins, far larger than any arms had a right to be on a dog. With such muscle, all three brutes looked somehow deformed as they strained and panted, taut hides gleaming under the tropical sun.

The source of Cheat's distress wasn't visible. It lay somewhere within that mysterious building I had noticed before, its windows reinforced with industrial-strength steel and bars so much like those of a prison.

Volker strode fearlessly forward. He faced Cheat, and a stern expression of disapproval was all it took for Cheat to cease his struggles. In fact, he cringed away from Volker.

"Master," he mewled in a liquid bass.

"You desire the male creature you smell?" Volker asked.

Cheat shivered and squeezed his eyes shut. Yet he nodded.

"You know such desires are forbidden."

"Yes, Master."

Volker pulled a syringe from a side pocket of his skin tight shorts. The dogs had to hold Cheat again, who began yowling anew. This time in fear. Volker pushed the injection into Cheat's enormous shoulder. Some minutes later, Cheat was unconscious and being dragged into Volker's lab.

Volker sighed. Andy put a paw on his shoulder. "Don't be too hard on yourself, Doc. He lasted longer than the others."

"Prep him. I want him ready within the hour."

Andy took his leave. I was left to try to assay what I'd just seen. I noticed Volker examining me from where he stood. I did not like the way his eyes seemed to take me apart, as if he could see within me to those mysterious building blocks he'd mentioned and found me wanting.

"I will be indisposed until this evening," Volker informed me. "Perhaps you'll join me for a private dinner?"

I was hardly in a position to refuse. Volker left me alone in the sunlit yard. Not entirely alone, however. Volker's two Herculean Dobermans remained. I looked up at one. I tried to ascertain how much intelligence lay behind those eyes. For his part, the brute simply stared back at me as a simple pet might have. His tail gave a wag.

I made my way to the wall nearest the barred windows. Placed my ear against it. I could hear nothing of consequence, but I was convinced someone or something lay within. I imagined I could hear breathing.

A cool nose against my neck made me jump. The curious Doberman backed off. He stood near his companion, their tails thumping in time, gazing at me with a sort of curious longing.

"Haven't you work to do?" I asked.

"No," said the one on the left. "All done!" He sounded exceedingly proud of himself.

I folded my arms. "And what does Master say you're to do when you're done with your work?"

"Train!" barked the one on the right.

"Indeed?" I let my eyes wander over their massive chests, their obscenely sculpted abs, those titanic arms. "Perhaps I'll come watch."

The Twins, as I decided to call them, were only too happy to oblige. I followed my two living mountains along a winding dirt path deep into the heart of the island. The journey took us through the steaming jungle, past a series of natural hot springs where I spied enormous, muscular reptilian figures lounging together. The path ahead curved up a steep incline as it reached the foot of the mountain. The Twins traversed this tirelessly, their mighty legs pumping and rippling. I was soon left behind, puffing as I tried to keep up.

One of them took pity on me and I found myself being carried in those heavenly arms as tenderly as a babe. The feeling of that masculine strength embracing me so made me swoon a bit.

Then we were entering a sort of cavern. A roaring fire burned in the center. Above, sunlight streamed down through a hole worn through the rock by centuries of tropical weather. I sat in the arms of my burly porter and gazed about myself in amazement.

Here, I thought, was a vision of the future of mankind if Volker succeeded. For the cavern was filled with beasts. Here, a liger grunted as he pumped a heavy wrought iron weight with one prodigious bicep. There, a creature that was part horse and part bull hefted boulders the size of carriages. I saw a relatively slender form that might once have been an otter until Volker had blended him with wolverine to produce a sabre-toothed Adonis capable of winning any swimming competition in the world with ease.

Standing there amid the sweat, the grunts, the snarls of effort, I felt a small and helpless as a child. My eyes swept the cavern walls, where primitive minds had painted crude images. In these I saw an echo of our own earliest ancestors and their first fumbling attempts to explain the forces that ruled their world as well. Prominent amongst the images was the terrifying ape in white, standing over cowering figures with a syringe in his right hand and a basket of food in his left.

The Twins left me alone to join their hulking brethren at the weights. I sat, mesmerized. Never before had I imagined such a display of masculine power and beauty. But Volker had twisted it, exaggerated it all out of natural proportion. These were not exemplars of the Greek ideal of beauty espoused by most educated men, nor even the burly physiques of an ordinary man blessed by his Creator with a talent for brawn. The monsters in the cave lumbered about on legs thicker than tree trunks. Chests thrust out like beer barrels stretched under tight skin. Veins snaked visibly beneath hide and fur, and in every case that I dared look, I could see sagging heavy balls and massive hungry-looking sheaths. For, to a man, the creatures in the cave were naked.

Inevitably, a few of them grew curious of this puny intruder in their midst. Horsebull was the first to approach. I decided he was the most well-formed of the lot, for other than his exaggerated size, his proportions were still largely natural. Yet, even here, Horsebull's lats and shoulder width yawned to fill my entire field of vision.

He cocked his head at me, body gleaming with sweat, huge hands on his hips. And then he spoke, and I found my entire world turn end over end.

"You wouldn't happen to be a good fellow Irishman, would you?"

In a flash, my mind made terrible leaps of logic. Horsebull had once been an ordinary man like myself. Which meant it was likely that there were others as well. Or perhaps all of them - even the barely articulate Twins - had been derived from MEN. Servants employed by Volker. Men bribed, lied to, perhaps even kidnapped for his experiments. And - I shuddered to think it - the occasional cast-away like myself!

I leapt to my feet, but the volcanic rock beneath me was weak, and gave way. My squirrel agility saved me from a nasty tumble, but I ended up smothered against Horsebull's abs.

"Steady on, man!" Horsebull said.

I backed off, shaking my head in horror and disbelief. Horsebull sighed and wrapped his huge arm around my shoulders.

"Come on, boyo. You've been on our island for days, now. Still not used to meeting us freaks, are you?"

"I thought Volker only used mindless animals!" I cried.

Horsebull chuckled. "Master may be a miracle-worker, but even he can't give animals a mind, nor a voice! No, I'm afraid we're all the same salt of the earth as you, you Brit."

We sat together. Horsebull had to hold me closer, for I trembled.

"What did he do to you?" I asked.

"I was a sailor, once," Horsebull confessed. "And a shipwright out of Belfast. I was on the crew that brought Master here in the first place. When he told me he needed volunteers, I put myself forward."

"Did he explain what he intended to do?" I asked.

Horsebull gave a casual shrug. "I was never much for books. Something about improving mankind, a vision for the future, and all that. All I knew was that he was going to make me bigger and stronger than I'd ever dreamed!"

Horsebull bounced his heavy pectorals in pride. I thrust a wave of desire aside.

"This is madness!" I said. "You mean to say you let him use you? Change you into some unnatural bugbear who could never fit into Christian society again?"

"I let him perfect me," Horsebull said with vehemence. "Go ask any man if he wants to be small, skinny, clumsy, sickly. If that's how God made us, then God made us flawed. I'll take who I am now and Volker's orders gladly!"

"But..."

"Look around you, man," Horsebull said, sweeping the cavern with his mighty arm. "You see a cave of monsters, do you? I see my new family. Liger, the Twins, Otterine, they're all my brothers. And you could be, too."

"NEVER!"

I leapt up, intending to flee. To run all the way back to the shore and somehow steal a boat if I had to. Anything to escape this mad place.

Horsebull stopped me with a simple hand between my shoulders. I landed backward, directly into his lap. He gave a soft grunt, followed by a low hum.

"You feel lovely, Brit," he murred over the top of my head. "Won't you stay a while? Visitors are so rare."

His hands were about my waist. Though I struggled, he scarcely seemed to notice. The friction of my rump against his enormous balls only made him clutch at me harder.

"I thought such feelings were forbidden by your master!" I protested.

Horsebull chuckled. "I have to admit, I never gave a thought to loving up another man until I came here." He nuzzled my neck. "These days, I can't think about much else. Especially not with a little beauty like you."

The enormous slick smooth head of his equine cock was exposed, a pressure against the back of my pants, seeking entrance into what lay beneath.

Thoughts of my impending need to escape were starting to crumble from Horsebull's affections. I worried what Volker might do to me if he knew I was actively encouraging such behavior. Then came a flash of anger.

I had left England for the freedom of the sea precisely because of people like Volker, people who saw no value in whom or how I loved. Now Volker was creating creatures such as never had existed but in the lurid dreams of men like myself. How could he expect such masculinity, such eroticism, to remain contained and content? Especially since Volker had evidently not seen fit to conduct any experiments on the fairer sex.

"What's your name, lovely one?" Horsebull mooed in my ear.

"Terry," said I.

Then I was lost. Lost in such a realm of pleasure that I knew not who, where, or when I was. There was no time, nor need for concerns about the future. Because Horsebull was quite simply the greatest lover I had ever known.

Those incredible arms held me like a child. My paws exploring their godly contours brought sighs of delight from the Irish hulk. Our mouths danced together like nymphs. Somewhere amid the sweet confusion I was stripped naked.

Horsebull's skin was satin against my fur. The mingled scents of men flooded my lungs. I clawed at his shoulders, mad with desire. Horsebull responded in kind.

He was too endowed to enter me, but I embraced his shaft between my naked ass cheeks and did my best to pleasure it for him with my feathery squirrel tail.

"Flex for me,"I begged him.

Horsebull was only too happy to. I had no words of praise great enough to describe the sensational physique that swelled before me. I clambered up his body like a mountaineer and sank my teeth hungrily into his flesh. I gnawed like a mad thing, slurping across a bicep vein as thick as my snout. My incisors were capable of cracking walnuts, and yet they barely dented Horsebull's hide.

He bid me climb up onto his arm like a sawhorse. With him rumbling in lust, ramming his mighty cock into his own grip, he pumped his gigantic muscles under my humping body until I was screaming, spraying my seed with abandon.

Horsebull joined me in heavenly orgasm. I fell back into his arms, nursing on his bloated teat of a nipple while we held each other there in the beasts' cave.

Curious, I peeked out one eye at the others. Some ignored us to continue their training, but nearly half had ceased and now gazed at the two of us with longing eyes.

Oh how well I knew that longing! Volker had no right to deny these men their natures!

I opened my arms to them. If only I had not! If only I had heeded Volker! For when I gave in to them, I was sealing all our fates.

The cavern descended into madness. I was passed from body to body like some living toy. Liger devoured my miniscule manhood in his mouth with a hungry growl. I had to hold onto his neck while he made my eyes cross with the power in those lungs. I fed him well from my balls before I was ripped from him by Otterine.

We rolled together on the floor of the cave, his powerful lutrine tail somehow prehensile enough to crush me like a snake's coils. He was just barely small enough to thrust himself up within my body. His muscles muffled my barks as he crushed himself on top of me and rammed his shaft into the tunnel of my anus with vigor.

The Twins had me between them, gentler but no less intense because of it. I had by now come to the conclusion the Dobermans had once been African seamen, possibly from Johannesburg or some other South African port.

They smothered me between their sweat-soaked, mountainous bodies. I was their sex toy while they worshipped each other, their massive elephantine cocks smearing precum all over my backside and my chest. I was massaged by twin sets of heavy six pack abs like a mighty squeezing fist while buried up to the neck between their moaning, heaving heavy pectorals.

We came as one three headed beast, a single glorious explosion that left us in our separate bodies. I cradled myself against the softly burgling coconuts of a doberman's ballsac and started to doze. About me, I could hear the animal shrieks, snarls, groans, bellows - a Noah's Ark gone mad with lust.

Then my eyes snapped open. I suddenly knew who must be trapped in that mysterious celled room next to Volker's lab. It could be no one else but my lost companion, First Mate Jaco!

I meant to extract myself from my titanic lovers and make for it straight away. This proved difficult. The beasts of the cave were far from satisfied. Horsebull crawled toward me on all fours, dragging a glistening line of pre behind him. He panted like a dog, tongue out and drooling for me. His eyes burned with a sexual hunger that sent shivers down my spine.

A set of mighty hands gripped my arms from behind. One of the dobermen twins growled in my ear, then started to give wild, heavy slurps to my neck. I struggled to break free. This, of course, was impossible. The doberman was far too strong.

"Now we fuck," the doberman rumbled.

"We already did," I protested.

"AGAIN!"

Growls of agreement filled the cave. Other muscle monsters had dropped their weights, approaching us. I was presented by a forest of prodigious man-poles, every one of them drooling with excess cum.

A grinning three-horned rhino - three meters tall, his body a jungle of pulsating veins criss crossing his seething inhuman muscles, his taut skin a mottled mix of varying grey shades - grabbed by jaw.

"Open wide, ya little cunt," he snarled in a heavy Cockney drawl.

Monstrous, manly mouths twisted into savage grins everywhere I looked. I had to escape before I was raped to death!

Wildly, I searched for some method of escape I hadn't tried. My eyes lit up on the effigy of Volker scrawled high upon the cave wall.

"Stop!" I cried, with as much authority as I could muster. "In the name of your master, Dr. Volker, I command you to stop at once!"

I saw a moment of hesitation among them. I seized upon it.

"You dare you!" I yelled at them. "Your master sent you here to test you! To see if you would obey his laws! And you have all FAILED!"

A collective moan of dismay. The doberman hulk released me, backing away, on his knees with his paws over his head.

"Yes!" I shouted. "And you know the punishment for such failure!"

"No! No, no, no! Not the Box of Pain!" howled the second doberman.

The wall of muscle began to part, to back away from me. I saw my pants and seized them. Stuffing my still-erect member inside, I yanked them up my legs and backed to the cave's exit.

"It will be the Box of Pain for each and every one of you unless you all return to your duties at once!" I cried.

That sent most of them lumbering for the weights or higher up in the cave where crude hammocks lay for sleeping. But not all. Three-Horn, the freak rhino, stood his ground and pointed a blunt finger at me with a distinctly nasty sneer.

"Go on, then, cunt. Run back to the lab. I'll pin your ass bloody to the wall before you leave this here island! Just see if I don't! And not even 'Master' can protect you!"

Three-Horn did not charge me, but he did grab Horsebull and tear him forcibly away from his weights, back into his arms. I left the two of them in the throes of their manly rut, with the sounds of others moaning and yearning to join them.

I ran. I sensed the spell of my threat would not last long. I sprinted headlong through the jungle, ducking moss-covered vines and leaping exposed roots. I skidded to a stop when an immense fallen tree trunk confronted me.

I dashed left, around its long-rotted root system, and onward. Onward toward what I thought was the only source of safety on this madhouse of an island.

It was sunset by the time I returned. A light burned, golden and welcome, on the front porch. Ignoring its siren call, I staggered toward the cell. I could not reach the barred windows, but I noticed a gap some ways back beneath the floorboards, for the cell had been built in the tropical style, raised above the ground on short squat legs to provide air movement from beneath.

Into the gap beneath the cell I crept, mindful to make as little noise as possible. Having acquired the gap, I set my eye to it.

All was dark within. Yet, as my eyesight adjusted, I fancied I saw some mountainous form slumped against one corner.

"Jaco," I hissed.

The dark form shifted in response. Then I let out a cry of surprise as a great paw clamped down upon my ankle and hauled me back into the light.

Andy held up a lantern in one hand, glaring down at me.

"Terry! Where the bloody hell have you been, mate? We've had search parties out for you close to two hours!" he exclaimed.

"I saw the cave," I said.

"Cave?" Andy echoed, brow furrowed in puzzlement. "What cave?"

"The cave where your monsters go to train, you canine freak!" I yelled. I was through with games. I pointed at the cell.

"Is he all right? Tell me, Andy! Has Volker been at Jaco yet with his blades and his devil serums? Is is still himself?"

Before Andy could reply, Volker's stern tone came to us from the front porch of the bungalow.

"Do calm yourself, Mr. Whitley. Your friend has made a full recovery. I was planning to reunite the two of you at dinner tonight. A dinner that is now, regrettably, gone cold. Now what is all this about a cave?" Volker said.

"You mean to tell me...you don't know?" I said, staring at Volker. "Did you not command your...your CREATIONS...to train with weights and such when they didn't have other duties to perform?"

"Andy," Volker said "Why don't you see about warming up Mr. Whitley's dinner, along with some tea for all of us?"

Andy raised a silver whistle to his lips and blew a series of three double blasts. At least, that was what I saw his mouth do, for I heard no sound. Yet, in the distance, I heard the crash of underbrush and some heavy panting as someone responded to his signal - his search party, no doubt.

I followed Volker back inside, calmer now but no less determined. I would not let his charms beguile me any longer. Jaco - my friend, my lover - was trapped like a caged animal and possibly transformed into God knew what sort of monster. I knew Jaco could not have consented to any procedure. It implied that others among the island's inhabitants had been similarly forced.

We adjourned to Volker's study. Volker helped himself to a cigar. He offered one to me, but immediately saw I was in no mood for social pleasantries.

"To business, then," Volker said. He bade me sit.

I refused at first. Volker sat facing me, those golden simian eyes calculating.

"I demand that you release Jaco," I said.

"Jaco was never my prisoner," Volker replied.

"Oh no? You have him locked in that brig of yours! I saw him!"

"The cell room is for his protection during his recovery." Volker said. "During the waking stage, you see, subjects can become delirious. I'm sure you agree that, given their enhanced strength, a certain measure of security is reasonable."

"Then it's too late," I gasped. "You've changed him."

I collapsed into a chair, head in my hands.

Andy entered with a tray bearing tea and a covered platter with my dinner. I had no appetite. But Andy gave me such a look of concern that, out of pity for all the trouble I'd caused him, I took some tea.

"I had hoped that, by now, you would have come to see the good I am doing here," Volker said.

"Good?" I bit down on the word, glaring at him. "You dare to twist the laws of Nature to suit your own perverted ends! You use men as pawns for your conceited ideas of 'improvement!'"

"Conceited, am I?" Volker said, amused, and enjoyed a draw from his cigar. He called for Andy.

"Sir?" Andy said when he arrived.

"I think it time Terrance and Jaco were reacquainted," Volker said. He fixed me with those baleful yellow eyes. "Then we shall see how conceited I am."

It took only moments for Andy to return, accompanied by Jaco. Or rather, by the stupendous bugbear Jaco had become.

A great shadow filled the spacious doorway behind Andy. I could hear Jaco's heavy footsteps. I stood in anticipation.

Andy slipped out of the way. Two massive paws, each tipped by murderous claws as big as my palms, gripped the doorway to either side. Jaco gave a soft grunt, then squeezed himself into the room.

I stared, aghast. My lovely Brazilian was gone. In his place was a beast so enormous that he stood with his continental back shoved up against the ceiling, bracing his paws on top of his own thighs. Voluminous muscle distorted his frame all out of proportion. His bookshelf wide thighs were solid knots of power. They looked incapable of fully relaxing, as though they were permanently flexed. So, too, with the arms. Arms so stuffed with meat that his mighty paws had almost no wrists, but instead exploded straightaway into great strips of forearm muscle that looked connected by the rivers of veins which now flowed like a map up and across both bicep and tricep, only to snake across the top of his pectorals. And SUCH pectorals! They hung out nearly 3 feet from his body. This should have caused them to sag, yet they stood firm and solid as the cliffs of Dover. Nipples that looked as though they could have swallowed my entire head sagged like eggplants, low and fat and glistening. A miniature jungle of thick hair sprouted up over the first third of his pecs like a bridge between them. They ponderously rose and fell with every mighty breath.

Jaco's face, while still recognizable, was distorted as well. Incisors now jutted down from his upper jaw, permanently exposed. His pure ursine frame had been melded with that of badger, so that he now had two distinct stripes of lighter fur that graced his back.

I saw, too, that his endowment had not been spared. Jaco stood nude - possibly for me to better inspect him - and thus I was able to see for myself that his sheath had expanded four times its former already impressive size.

Jaco smiled at me in recognition.

"Jaco?" I squeaked. "Is that you?"

"Oh, Terry," he crooned. His voice was astonishingly unaltered, if greatly magnified in volume. "Isn't this wonderful?"

Jaco twisted his impossible upper body to one side, smirking at me with beckoning eyes while he flexed his biceps. I watched them split into twin heads that each jutted out until they were the size of mortar shells.

"Feel," Jaco murred.

I placed both paws along one steel hard curve. I saw Jaco's mighty sheath start to gape like some great fleshy submarine aperture.

"As you can see," Volker said, stepping up behind me, "Jaco is quite content with my 'conceited improvements.' I think you will find his sentiment shared by any of the others. Some may have come unwitting or unwilling, but ALL, in the end, thanked me."

Jaco gave Volker a look of pure devotion. "Thank you for this body, Master!"

"Don't call him that!" I yelled. "He is no master to you, Jaco! Come with me! We can still escape together!"

Jaco blinked at me. "Escape? But this is my home!"

Andy moved to stand in front and to the left of Jaco. The giant bear placed his arm easily around Andy's bulging shoulders.

"Join us, Terry," Andy said.

"W-what?" I cried.

Jaco held out his huge paw. "Join us. Master can help you like he helped Andy and me. We will be together, Terry."

I bolted in a blind panic. Or rather, tried to. My legs would not obey me. I skidded against the wooden floor and fell hard. Groaning in pain, I rolled over to see Volker crouching beside me.

"I regret have to stoop to such methods, but you left me little choice, Terrance."

The tea. He'd slipped something into my tea. Those were my last thoughts before consciousness left me.

I awoke again to find myself in an all too familiar locale. All around me, on every side, were walls of thick tropical hardwood. Dawn's light shone in strips of dark and bright through the bars on the single window of the cell. The room had a distinctive odour - a subtle melange of various male scents. I recognized Jaco's, and Horsebull, and Three-Horn. All tinged with the heavy scent of terror.

I wrestled with my own tide of horror. The Box of Pain, the cave dwellers had called this room. The room was bare, save for a sort of grate that I surmised was to be my latrine. A door - locked, no doubt - stood on the right wall.

I meant to move forward and examine this, when stabbing agony wracked me from neck to toes. I stumbled, screaming, and crashed heavily to the floor. I lay there moaning, and even as I moaned, I could tell the timbre of my voice was much altered. It was richer, far deeper.

I felt other changes as well. I was heavier. Larger, as well. I could feel the plumpness of my new testicles where they lay pressed against my inner thighs by my position.

I pushed myself up onto my knees, baring my teeth against the pain. I had to see. Had to know. And yet I feared to.

Slowly, I lowered my head to look at myself. Two round mounds of pectoral muscle were the first sight I had. I could not, in fact, see much else around them. My nipples were still relatively small, but they now jutted forward like pistol muzzles. I felt the urge to touch one.

Resisting this for now, I turned my attention to my arms. My paws were far larger, but surprisingly well-formed. I experimented with moving my fingers about and clenching them into fists. Each fist looked capable of knocking a man out cold with a single punch.

I flexed my right arm. I could not contain a sharp intake of breath a the sight of that arm - MY arm - bulging up high and proud, and so wonderfully thick. No veins marred the glory of my muscle.

When I thrust one leg out far enough to see, I found a similar state - great sweeping thighs, beautifully sculpted as though by the hand of a Renaissance master, and calves that were mouth watering without being too big to hinder my movements. My large powerful paws were more like those of a kangaroo.

My eyes widened. A kangaroo. The fiend had muddied me with a kangaroo. My tail, though still softly furred to the touch, was now thick with muscle and tapered to a point beneath. I felt my ears and muzzle, both longer and sleeker.

A brief caress down my belly revealed a beautiful, rock solid six pack. Of course I was now without clothes.

Despite the sickening dread roiling within me, I could appreciate the extra care Volker must have taken with me. He had gone out of his way to try to conform me to the Greek ideal of Adonis, rather than some overblown Hercules. He had remained true to the spirit of my original body's design and function, for he wished to enhance my inherent strengths.

I felt comfortable enough now to test the limits of those new strengths. The pain of movement was easing. I bobbed and weaved on my heels. Instantly, my body responded with such grace that I felt as if I were dancing. The sensation was pure, sensual delight! I tried a simple jump, and was propelled high enough to rap my head against the ceiling!

Smarting, I landed awkwardly, rubbing my head. I looked up. To my astonishment, the impact had formed a hairline crack in the wood. Why, by all rights, I should have been on my hands and knees!

Eager to test what else I was now capable of, I began to jog the perimeter of the Box. My new jog was the speed of a sprinting man. Yet it felt so natural! I fluidly increased speed far past what a man could have run, approaching the canter of a horse! On I ran, and on, faster, faster, until I was racing along the very walls as though they were the floor!

I flexed my toes and left long deep furrows in the wooden floor from my new toe claws. A rolling bass laugh rose up inside me. Yes, this was a FINE body! A stupendous body! Never in my wildest imaginings had I guessed what potential lay within a mere squirrel!

The euphoria left me half hard. I ran a single finger along my semi-solid erection. My eyes rolled upward past my lids. Oh sublime. So utterly sublime! Never had I felt such pleasure from my cock. It was a cock the size of a stallion's. A greater cock than any a squirrel had ever owned! Caressing it left me panting into the air. Then I was no longer caressing it. I was pumping it with my newfound strength. Little panting whimpers became long, joyous moans. My free paw found one of my nipples. To my amazement, they were delightfully sensitive as well and seemed to be permanently budded and firm.

"Mmmmnnaaagh!!" I cried.

Cum - heavy as buttercream - gushed forth to splatter the floor. It formed a pattern as that of a glass of water tossed out upon the ground. Yet I felt little release. Yes, my cock ducked back into its sheath, but I experienced none of the normal fatigue, the post-orgasm desire to rest. In fact, had I had a partner with me in the Box, I am quite sure I would have been more than willing and able to ram my new 'weapon' up their rump for hours.

Such thoughts made my fingers flex while I whet my lips. I shook my head to clear them. Brimming over with confidence from my new found powers, I strode boldly to the door and hammered upon it with my fist.

"Volker!" I called. "VOLKER!"

Receiving no answer, I raised my foot and kicked. Open flung the door with a loud snap of deadbolts! Such were the strength of those locks, they could have secured a safety deposit box. And yet now I strode free!

I rolled my mighty shoulders, glancing to and fro to get my bearings. I felt utterly no shame in my nudity. I gloried in it. I noticed colors, details to shadows, patterns in the wood I never had before. My ears twitched at the slightest whisper. Indeed, all of my senses seemed enhanced! Perhaps that explained how erotic a simple breeze off the ocean across my muscular chest felt.

I headed down the right side of the hall. At its end, another door, locked as well. I actually chuckled at such trivial security. I gripped the handle and twisted. The entire knob snapped like winter ice.

I shoved open the door and found myself looking down wooden steps to the open ground outside the compound. Andy was there, some sort of manifest attached to a clipboard held in one paw.

He looked up at the sound for the door's destruction. Did I think him handsome before? Not so beautiful to me as he was now, with the smile that rushed from his mouth over his entire body. Andy seemed somehow more ALIVE to me than he had before. So much more detail to how he looked and smelled!

"Terry, oh bloody Christ, TERRY! You're magnificent!"

We embraced. In that embrace I could smell his arousal. It tinged his scent like an aura. I made to kiss him.

Andy responded for a moment, then stepped out of reach, loosening the collar of the skin tight khaki shirt he wore.

"Ahem, ah...right! Well, let's get you to the good doctor, shall we?" Andy sputtered.

"Yes," I said. "Let's."

During our short walk back to the main laboratory, Andy revealed that it had been almost a week since my last confrontation with Volker. I had been delirious through most of it. I asked Andy if he had suffered a similar memory loss.

A smile of pride rose on the dingo's gorgeous face.

"Actually, mate, Volker never did a number on me."

"Then how...?"

Andy laughed and put a paw around the far side of my sculpted waist.

"I always was a large bloke, Terry. When Volker first met me, he was just starting on the chain of experiments that would lead to this place. He wanted to study the effects of different supplements and diets on muscular development, and so I volunteered. But other than a few of the doc's super-protein serums and growth elixirs, I'm all natural!"

"Will you stay with me?" I asked Andy.

Andy nuzzled me. "I know things are a bit confusing right now, Terry. If it helps having me with, I'm glad to."

I squeezed his paw in gratitude. Then we were through the door and into the outer room of the laboratory. Volker's prodigious back was to us. He stood hunched for a microscope, that mighty body swathed in a white lab coat that hung open in front.

Andy cleared his throat. Volker looked over to us.

"Ah, Mr. Whitley. I see you are back with us."

Volker gestured for me to sit upon the examination table in the room. I hesitated, but there would be little point in beginning this battle with a show of petty defiance. I sat.

Volker began to give me a thorough physical examination, much as any British doctor might have.

"And how do you feel, hm?" Volker asked me while he worked.

"Greater, I suppose," I said.

Volker took a small step back, a slight smile on his face. "Your honesty does you credit, Terrance. I had not thought to get such an admission from you so easily. Not after your last tirade."

"You'll be disappointed if you expect me to thank you," I said.

Volker's countenance grew colder. "I see."

Volker moved away to replace his instruments. "Perhaps you don't yet realize the artistry that went into your transformation. The careful balancing of proportions and design to achieve optimal physical performance."

"I'm fully aware of what I can do, now," I said.

Volker faced me, a flash of anger in his yellow eyes. "And yet you still insist on claiming the moral high ground. I gift you with the greatest potential of which your miserable species is capable, and you have the audacity to play the victim!"

"You violated me, Volker," I said, keeping a hard reign on my own temper. "Just as you've violated every poor soul on this island. You've put your own stamp upon us, never letting us realize for ourselves what we might have become."

Volker laughed, the sound harsh and scornful. "And what would that have been? Some meek servant of Her Majesty, toiling away your best years in some quiet office, enjoying your Sunday constitutionals and amateur boxing club? No one would have ever remembered you! Now? Now, no one will ever FORGET you!"

"Because of you," said I.

"YES! Because of ME!" Volker said, slamming his fist upon the edge of the table. By some miracle, the table didn't collapse, though the whole building shuddered at the force of his blow.

I watched Volker fight for calm. He shook his head. "Terrance, you don't understand. With each new subject, I further perfect my technique. You are my latest and greatest achievement! You have proven my methods will work not simply on larger species, but for smaller ones as well!"

"What is it you think you have achieved, sir?" I demanded. "Do you suppose ANY woman would want to bed freaks of nature like us?"

I could tell I had struck home with that point. Volker set his jaw. "I concede that I still have complications to work out. I had hoped to perfect the male form before moving on to female subjects."

"You bloody fool," I said. "You've no idea, do you? No idea how wrong your experiment has gone."

"You mentioned a cave," Volker said. "Perhaps you'll tell me about it now."

Andy went to fetch us tea. We sat about the laboratory while I told Volker and Andy everything the doberman twins had shown me. After the first few minutes, when Volker had not touched his tea, but stared fixedly at me, I realized just how little he had suspected.

When I'd finished, Volker sat his tea aside untouched. Then, in a sudden terrible display, he backhanded tea cup, kettle, and stool to smithereens. A pure gorilla roar erupted from his throat.

"How could you, Whitley?" he demanded. "How COULD YOU?!"

Volker advanced on me, huge hands balled into trembling fists. I watched his back and pectorals heave fit to burst through his lab coat.

"YEARS of research, of painstaking work, and for what? So you can...can DESTROY it all for some petty little FLING?"

Andy stepped between us, fangs bared. "It's not his fault, doc! Leave him be!"

Volker yanked Andy clear off his feetpaws with one hand. He slammed the muscle bound dingo into the ceiling, cracks rivening the tropical wood.

"If YOU had bothered to do your job properly, this island would have been a monument of scientific genius! I entrusted you to control these creatures!"

I launched myself as a living missile for Volker's rippling abs with all my new strength. Volker was somehow ready for it.

His reactions were superhuman. Catching hold of my scruff as I came within reach, he spun and hurled me as a javelin through the laboratory doors and into the main operating room.

The room was dominated by an enormous slab covered in leather belt straps. It was meant to tilt from fully flat to fully upright, though at present it rested at an incline. This I grabbed onto with both paws. Flexing my own powerful core muscles, I performed a gymnastics feat, circling my entire lower body around the top of the chair as though it were a saddlehorse.

I used the remaining inertia from Volker's throw to rocket back toward him. Andy's arms bulged with the force of his struggles to free himself. Volker barely noticed. As I lunged toward the brute, I began to wonder just how strong Volker had enhanced himself to be.

I caught the door frame with both paws and struck upward across the ape's jaw with my feet. Volker released Andy and staggered backward a single step. His lab coat caught under one prehensile foot and tore compeltely away.

Volker rose up - black, terrible, huge in his nudity.

"You DARE!"

His voice rattled everything glass in the building. Drool ran from his lower lip, off horrific predatory fangs. Volker let out a growl and flexed his hands. Tiger-like claws extended from each finger.

A strange madness burned in his yellow eyes. They shone almost luminous with it. He advanced on the two of us, panting. I risked a glance between his legs. It confirmed my suspicions. Whatever sexual fervor had gripped Volker's creations in the cave now possessed the master himself. Volker's cock was a throbbing dark spear a full thirty centimetres long, nearly fifteen across!

"I'll teach you SLUTS your place!" Volker snarled.

This time it was I who stood in front of Andy as a shield. I was the only enhanced one. Andy, for all his superior bulk, was woefully ill-equipped to deal with Volker.

I sent a hard slap across Volker's face which left my paw numb.

"Doctor Volker! Get a hold of yourself, man!"

The gorilla leered at me, licking his lips. "Perhaps I should test out the ass I sculpted for you before I move on to the dingo!"

Desperately, I looked about me for a weapon. It was Andy who came to my rescue. He shoved me back and held up a countertop mirror.

"Look at yourself, Ben! Look at what you're doing!"

The sight of his reflection seemed to bring Volker back. He shook his head with violent force. I looked from Volker to Andy.

"Then my lustful urges aren't just the euphoria of a new body," I surmised.

"No," Volker admitted.

He returned to the outer room to retrieve his clothes, held them up to inspect the rent in them, and sighed. With as much dignity as he could muster, Volker returned to us. His cock still stood nearly half mast. I could not help but admire the full magnificence of his physique. In another time and place, I would have gladly worshipped such a body.

We followed Volker back to his study. He seemed to retreat there whenever serious thought was required. This time, Volker did not sit down.

"There seems to be an inherent streak of homosexual behavior that has imprinted itself upon every man whom I have enhanced," Volker said. "It varies with time, but inevitably, they all descend into a kind of sexual madness. I then have no choice but to take them back into the lab, make certain neurological and hormonal adjustments, and release them."

"Does that work?" I asked.

"Not really," Andy said. "I mean, for a time, yes. But then the old habits creep back."

"I have tried to curtail the degradation with social sanctions against expressing their desires with each other," Volker told me. "Obviously, with limited success."

I shook my head. "I provoked them. Dear God, I blew their inhibitions wide open."

"You didn't know," Andy said, with some feeling.

"The damage is done," Volker said. "What remains now is to determine what to do about it." He straightened his bulging shoulders. "Mr. Whitley, you will show me this cave. Andrew, prepare the tranquilizer guns."

A wave of trepidation overcame me. "What exactly is our plan?" I asked.

"We will subdue the residents and keep them sedated while I work on them one by one," Volker said.

"But that's only a temporary fix," I said. "You know it won't hold!"

"What would you have me do, Whitley? Use live rounds?"

"Of course not!" I said, aghast. "The next supply ship is due soon. Let us make preparations to evacuate. We can leave enough provisions behind for the residents to live on until they learn to fend for themselves."

"In other words, maroon them," Andy said.

"This island is their only sanctuary," I insisted. "I say we give it to them."

"What about you, Mr. Whitley?" Volker said. "You are one of them, now, as well."

"Terry can stay with me," Andy volunteered, putting a burly arm around my shoulders. "Australia's a big place. We'll start up a ranch somewhere in the interior, out of the way."

I blushed. I was at a loss for words. Yes, I thought. I could spend my life with Andy. I looked over at him, hoping my eyes could express what my heart could not. Andy smiled back.

Volker's sigh swelled through his entire body. "So close..." he murmured. "I was so close. I know it!"

"There's still your growth elixirs," I reminded him. "Surely someone will find a use for them."

"Relegated to producing science for profit like some drug store chemist," Volker muttered under his breath. "I could have changed the world!"

"We'd best get to packing," Andy said to me, drawing me away.

We left Volker in the shambles of his laboratory. But we did not travel far. Stepping out into the open grassy space in front of the buildings, we were met by four huge figures. They stood in a "V", Three-Horn at their head.

The enormous rhino fixed me with hungry eyes.

"Told you I'd be back for you, cunt."

The Twins stood to either side of him, armed with crude clubs. Behind them, I recognized Cheat - the elephant-sized feline I'd first spied during my initial tour of the island - and, to my shock, Jaco as well.

All were naked. All were hard. Pre dripped continuously from four throbbing python-sized dicks.

"What do you think you're doing?" Andy demanded.

Three-Horn sneered at Andy. "I'll 'ave you later, runt. Right now, the squirrelroo and I've unfinished business."

Three-Horn's posse lumbered toward us. Jaco grinned at me. Not the charming smile I'd always known, but a disgusting, bestial parody of it that left slobber dripping from his heavy lower lip onto his own nipples.

"Master changed you," Jaco murred in obvious approval. "You belong to us, now!"

"'es not 'Master' any more," Three-Horn said.

"Is that so?" barked a deep voice from the porch.

Volker had found some of Andy's clothes to change into. They looked ready to explode at any moment. He filled the front porch of the laboratory building, a rifle cradled in his hands.

The Twins wavered in their resolve. Chet bared his sabre-toothed fangs.

"YOU," Chet said, hatred flowing like fire from his mouth.

Volker raised his rifle in warning. "Stay back, Chet. All of you, stay back! This is no tranquilizer."

Andy nudged my side. We made our way slowly back toward Volker. The four brutes growled in frustration and fanned out, but none dared come closer to Volker's gun.

"You took me," Chet went on, glaring at Volker. "You drugged me! Hurt me! You said it would FIX me!"

"I can still fix you," Volker said. "I just need the time to determine-"

"LIES!" Chet roared.

Volker fired. Chet fell backward. The other three recoiled several paces. Three-Horn fixed all his bestial ire on Volker.

"You'll pay for that, ape!"

The Twins set up a duet of growls. They were no longer the lovable mountains of muscle who had been so cuddly to me. Their allegiance had shifted. I worried these four represented a larger insurrection. If the whole island turned against us, we stood no chance.

Chet stirred. His abs bunched and he sat up. I'd seen the bullet strike his chest. Yet it had only WINDED him! Volker cursed in Afrikaans. He loaded a second bullet while Chet staggered back to his feet.

This time, Volker fired at his head. A general outcry arose for, as the bullet flew, all present saw it simply bounce off! Chet looked slightly dazed, but none the worse for wear, and was now TRULY enraged!

As one, the four massive men charged. Their collective footsteps were like a herd of wildebeest, shaking the ground until my teeth vibrated. Andy and I flew one way, while Volker took his chances alone within his lab.

We raced through the palm trees, back to the beach. Or rather, I raced. Andy was left puffing well behind me in seconds. I slid to a stop upon the sand. Turning, I saw Three-Horn tear his way through a copse of trees, his shoulders bursting apart trunks like driftwood.

I doubled back. Without a word, I hoisted Andy up across my back as though he were a wounded soldier.

Andy made a wordless cry of astonishment at my strength, but I was already taking advantage of my superior speed to race out of Three-Horn's sight around the island's tiny cape.

This section of the island was unfamiliar to me. I lowered Andy back to his feet. Distantly, we heard Three-Horn's bellow of frustration.

"He'll chase us around the whole island unless you know of a place to hide," I said.

"There's a cave," Andy informed me.

I followed him for half a kilometer more before we came upon it. The cave was amazingly symmetrical and round, its walls almost polished. I put a wondering paw along the smooth surface.

"Old lava tube," Andy said. "The island's riddled with them on this side. It'd take all day to search them all."

"What about Volker?" I asked.

Andy shook his head. "I don't know that there's anything we can do for him, mate. Especially since it looks as if the doc somehow made all you boys bulletproof!"

I sat down on a huge chunk of obsidian. "How did he manage to make tranquilizers work, then? I mean, if bullets are ineffective."

"Well," Andy thought aloud, "the darts are diamond-tipped at the end. Reckon that makes them hard or sharp enough. Pity we can't make diamond bullets, hey?"

"There'd be no need for any of this violence if we could just escape the island!" I said.

"I'm with you, Terry. Unfortunately, if our friends out there have their way, we won't last long enough to catch the supply ship," said Andy.

"There has to be some other way off," I reasoned. "Some small craft for emergencies. Some way to radio for help."

Andy shrugged. "Doc values his privacy. If he has any of that, he's never told me."

I shook myself in aggravation. "There's nothing for it, then. We'll have to try searching the island."

"Right," Andy said. "But we'd best wait a bit, first. Until we're sure they've given up the hunt."

I agreed. We debated starting a fire, but decided against it, lest the smoke alert our pursuers. Conversation fell into awkward silence.

"Thank you," I said. "For offering to be with me."

"I'm not enhanced, you know," Andy reminded me. He came and sat beside me. Took my paw in his. "My feelings for you are real."

I shuddered. I was hardening at incredible speed, my cock an undeniable spear of pure pleasure. Andy shushed me as I cried out. He held me closer to comfort me.

I kissed him. Hard, long, deeply. Then I yanked him down onto the cave floor.

A lust such as I had never known burst through me. I wanted...no...NEEDED him. NOW! There would be no denying me.

Fortunately, Andy was willing. We rolled across the rock. I rubbed my paws over his gorgeous, thick pectorals. Squeezed them hard. Oh how long I'd wanted to caress that beautiful body! Andy clawed at my sculpted back with equal fervor when at last I thrust inside of him.

Andy gasped out for me to slow down. I refused. I could not! The SENSATIONS that throbbed back down through my loins, teasing me all the way to the base of my tail were undescribable. I knew I would never again be satisfied to abstain until another time. When the urge struck, so would I. It would not matter what was occurring or who I was with.

The incredible freedom of it drove me into a frenzy. I rocked. I fucked. I PLOWED that moaning Australian beauty until his balls bruised me from their wild slapping.

Andy lay beneath me, muscular thighs spread wide to receive me beneath his tail. He'd slipped his paws behind his head to protect it from striking the cave floor. A part of my enflamed mind was still lucid enough to register the winces that came with each of my thrusts.

Instead of concern, I felt a sadistic sort of pride. I was stronger than him. Stronger than any squirrel in history! My eyes narrowed. Perhaps it was time I tested what this new body of mine was REALLY capable of!

Andy's paws pushed up against my thick chest.

"Terry! Stop! It hurts!"

So close...so close to release. I was riding my chosen fuck toy through the gates of a heaven I'd never known. A sudden blow made me blink. Small shattered bits of stone tumbled through the volcanic sand of the cave floor.

Andy had found a rock and struck me in the face. I looked down at him, both of us panting.

"Andy...I...I'm sorry!"

Andy hugged me. I was not immune to whatever flaw plagued the other inhabitants. I knew that, now. My cock still pulsed firmly within my dingo lover, pumping out great bursts of pre with every throb.

Taking great care not to injure my lover further, I pulled out of Andy's ass. I was afire with shame at what I'd nearly done.

Andy pulled me back into a redeeming kiss.

"It's all right," he murmured. "It's all right."

Dear, sweet Andy. I could have wept, but for the incessant needs of my loins. Andy took note of that.

"Here. Let me."

Andy moved behind me. I understood at once. I raised my tail for him. Andy pushed himself into me with a grunt. My superior anal muscles gripped his shaft like a fist, locking it in place with hungry pressure.

Andy embraced me from behind. I could feel his heavy chest muscles against my back. His bulging arms pumped around my body with each thrust. Even as a bottom, my body's enhanced nerves rendered me nearly insensate with pleasure.

We sank to our knees. The sounds of our rutting mixed with the soft rushing of the ocean waves outside.

Together, we climaxed. Andy with great heavy moans of joy. For myself, it was more like a kind of shell shock. A sweet and heavenly torture. I could not help the screams that ripped through me. My cum blasted forth like smoke from a cannon in huge ropes of white cream. It half soaked a good portion of the cave's entrance, even dripping off the walls a little.

Andy gently kissed down the side of my neck. I could have easily gone into a second round of sex at once. For Andy's sake, I restrained myself. We fell asleep in each other's arms, lulled by the heat of the sun through the cave mouth.

When I came to, it was night. The tide had gone, leaving a wide band of new beach that thrummed with the sounds of nocturnal insects. I perked my ears. I could hear distant sounds. With my enhanced hearing, it was difficult to estimate how far away the noises actually were. They could have been several kilometres distant.

Andy stirred. He moved with the stiff soreness of one exhausted. I again felt sorry for the merciless way I had treated him. Andy crawled on hands and knees to his canteen and drank deeply.

I helped him to find his feet. After a light meal, we considered where best to start searching. Logically, any escape craft had to be located somewhere along the coast. Constrained as we were by the need for silence, Andy estimated we might cover half the island tonight and complete the rest of our survey on the morrow.

Yet, even as we started up the coast, I felt compelled to investigate the sounds coming from the interior. They grew strongest some two kilometres ahead. I had mentioned the sounds to Andy, but even when I felt sure Andy would hear them, he informed me he heard nothing.

"Wait here," I said. "I wont't be long."

Andy took my paw in both of his. "Terry, be careful."

I assured him I would be. Slipping from his grasp, I made my way into the jungle.

This was not the same jungle as before. With my new senses, I perceived so much more detail. Though the night was pitch black, my eyes seemed capable of ascertaining the smallest light, allowing me a rudimentary night vision. My nostrils detected a thousand details within the greenhouse scent of the jungle - rotting vegetation, spilled blood and urine, the scents of sleeping birds, fresh ferns and moss. It was my ears that guided me, though.

I pressed on through the heavy underbrush. At last, I spied firelight ahead.

I came upon the clearing that surrounded the beast cave. Much had changed since my last visit. The exterior of the cave was now awash with layers of splattered semen. Trees and boulders lay shattered everywhere.

A towering bonfire nearly two metres high confronted me. Surrounding it on all sides lay Volker's creations. They moved as one, a great undulating mass of muscle. Arms and legs entwined with cocks and asses and balls. Mouths that slurped and suckled, bit and kissed with such abandon that for a moment I was spellbound.

I felt an instinctive pull to join them. My brothers. To lose myself in the unending worship and love of their embrace.

Volker knelt in the center of them. His massive naked body was tied to a post made from a single mighty tree trunk that had been rammed forcibly deep into the earth. Even with his immense strength, Volker seemed unable to tear his bonds.

As I watched, the Twins each took a nipple. With cooing moans, they slurped at his jutting fat nubs until they looked ready to erupt. Veins criss crossed Volker's enormous pecs from the base of his nipples, such was the strain being put upon them.

Volker's head thrashed slowly back and forth.

"No! Nooo! I won't give in!" he cried.

"Mmmm...but don't you love us, father?" rumbled one doberman. "Aren't you proud of us?" questioned the other.

The huge figure of Three-Horn lumbered up behind Volker's post. He sneered down at the imprisoned ape.

"Who's master NOW, bitch?"

Volker growled up at him. Three-Horn responded by gripping Volker's scalp with one hand and smothering their muzzles together in an obscene French kiss. Volker fought valiantly to break free but he was helpless.

Three-Horn had his way with the mighty ape as he wanted.

"Give in," Three-Horn rumbled.

"Give in," the Twins groaned against his pecs.

Surrounded by such immense man sex, it was hard even for me to not obey. Poor Volker shuddered, shook, moaned, and came.

He lunged upward, now eager for Three-Horn. Three-Horn and the Twins helped to unbind him. Ape and rhino crushed each other's naked bodies in the dirt. They rutted like sweaty living mountains into the fire, yet seemed not even to feel the flames!

Their doubled eruptions of cum smothered the flames in a bubbling hissing disguisting steam.

"Take me back to the lab," Three-Horn rumbled to Volker. "I want MORE."

The smile Volker gave to him was mad. Yet the doctor's fierce intelligence lingered on. Volker would obey Three-Horn's wishes. And when the supply ship arrived, these monsters would board her and kidnap away her crew to add to their hideously bloated number.

I had seen enough. I stood to leave, and my left foot struck a dry branch. There was a sound.

Like an alerted herd of deer, the muscle monsters raised their heads. Three-Horn spied me.

"GET HIM!"

I ran for my life, blindly through the jungle, a ravenous and howling pack of horny hulks at my back. A fallen tree trunk blocked my path. I simply dashed through it, shattering it like a living saw blade.

The force of the impact staggered me, yet I ran on.

Making the beach, I saw Andy ahead. There was no time to lose. I swept him up with one mighty arm without breaking my stride.

Andy clambered upon my back as though I were a charging stallion. Indeed, I was running so fast that I could have won the Kentucky Derby! Volker had designed me in order to enhance the natural strengths of the squirrel, and I used those to their full advantage.

I leapt up into the trees. In a single bound, I made it 10 metres. I leapt perpendicular off trunk after trunk like some circus acrobat, with Andy clinging to me all the while.

We found ourselves in the ruins of the main facility once more. The laboratory still stood, though its front door was torn ajar. The living quarters and warehouses lay in ruins.

Yet, amid the devastation, I saw a glimmer of hope. My life raft! The very raft that had first brought me to this accursed island lay abandoned up the coast, at the limit of my enhanced vision.

Though I'd run now for over two kilometres, I felt barely winded. I wove amid the ruined buildings, the ground shaking beneath me from the steps of my pursuers. I would need a greater gap than I presently had if Andy and I hoped to launch the dinghy.

I performed a series of running leaps. Each would have placed me within the Olympics. I risked a backward glance to gauge their effect.

I was now less than a hundred metres from the boat. The remaining buildings lay between me and the islanders.

An enraged Volker grabbed the side of the nearest building - the laboratory. His accumulated knowledge, painstakingly assembled over years of grueling work. Volker tore the entire building from its support poles.

"Jesus bloody Christ!" Andy whispered.

We stared in awe as Volker raised the building up on high, then hurled it after us.

"Go! Go! Go!" Andy yelled.

Galvanized, we dove for the raft. I could hear the deadly rush of air displaced by the falling building as it drew near. I used every last ounce of my remaining strength to shove us away from the shore.

The laboratory struck home. We avoided its main impact, but the force of the blow sent debris flying about us in all directions. Shock waves flattened the sand and tossed the dinghy up upon a rogue wave. An enormous wooden beam, whistling end over end, hurtled directly for us.

I threw myself over Andy. The beam struck, and I knew no more.

Five years have passed since that terrible night. By the grace of God, our dinghy was picked up the next morning by the supply ship on its way to Volker's island. Together, we persuaded her captain to change course and make for Darwin.

Dear Andy remained true to his promise. We arranged the purchase of a fine plot of ranch land far from the swelling towns along the eastern Australian coast. A refuge away from prying eyes and judging minds. A place where we can love each other in peace.

Yet peace, for me, refuses to come. For on our annual migrations to the city to sell off our cattle, I often see the looks of desire and envy in the eyes of other men for our mighty bodies and obvious, heavy, swollen cocks. That same desire which drove Volker into his madness. And I cannot help but fear that one day, Volker's quest will be take up anew.