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Thankfully, Pyctoral didn't have to deal with many people on his way back through the building towards his quarters. He could feel the tips of his ears brushing the ceiling every so often and found he had to avoid light fixtures. The musclebound wolf bit his lip lightly as he finally arrived back at the apartment he and Phasian shared within the League's complex.

All the while, Pyctoral could feel the essence of Parabolt trembling with pleasure at every muscle contraction, sending little jolts of electricity to get absorbed by his own repurposed suit. The capybara's thoughts, what the wolf could gleam without actively digging, were a spiral, reinforcing his position as muscle tissue for the powerful 'villain' he had been defeated by.

The massive wolf furrowed his brow as he carefully ducked down to fit through his doorway, turning sideways so that his much broader shoulders would fit. He swallowed, feeling the apex of his chest and the contours of his back both brush the door frame. Once fully inside and sure the door had slid shut behind him, Pyctoral brought his hands to his chest, stroking gently through the thick layer of rubber as he returned his attention to his passenger.

The stimulation seemed to turn the electric capybara back to his more intense needs. Pyctoral could feel the powerful surges of electricity trying to escape their insulated prison. The wolf could even feel the fur on his tail starting to self-repel as his body became more negatively charged.

Pyctoral sighed, closing his eyes as he focused on Parabolt deep inside him. "I'm sorry. I really went too far." His bass voice rumbled out through the apartment louder than he'd intended just from the sheer volume of air his lungs held with all of the size taken from the newly converted hero.

"...is that you Pyctoral?" A familiar voice came from another room, and the wolf heard footsteps approaching. "You didn't go and catch a cold or..." Phasian, the lupine's partner on the streets (and more recently in the sheets) turned the corner and saw how enormous Pyctoral had become. The stallion stood about six and a half feet tall, with a lithe build; no more muscular than a professional runner. He stared openly. "...something..." He concluded the thought well after the train had derailed.

The massive wolf blushed, realizing what a sight he must be. He stood nearly nine feet tall, ears splayed to either side to avoid touching the smooth ceiling. His shoulders and thick arm muscles almost reached the whole way across the entryway of the apartment and his front was covered in thick black rubber instead of his normal metamaterial super suit. The material was piled on heavily, obscuring his abs entirely and smoothing over the crease between his eponymous pectorals.

That last part, of course, helped hide that his erection rested directly between them. Said arousal was refusing to go down due to the feedback loop of lust and pleasure within his body's resident. Pyctoral cleared his throat, a low rumbling sound with his deepened voice. "You know how I sometimes play the villain for other heroes to train?"

Phasian nodded, the stallion slowly approaching the immense wolf. He was fully out of costume, not even wearing his mask, a sign of the trust they put in one another.

The broad-chested mass of muscle blushed slightly beneath his domino mask. "Well, I was sparring with Parabolt, you know, he just defected and all..."

A light of recognition spread across the horse's face as his eyes darted along the black rubber. "Wait... You ate him while sparring?" It was hard to tell if he was more impressed or confused, or if he was just astounded that absorbing the newly christened hero had added so much mass.

Pyctoral tapped the tips of his gloved fingers together, blushing a bit deeper as he averted eye contact, not that it was visible with his mask still on. "He... he got flustered by me doing my villainous posturing act and... well... I kept pushing it." He stroked his chest gently, his bass voice lightly quavering at the sympathetic sensation he received from within at the contact. "I got carried away, obviously... He's still... uh... I think it's called 'in subspace' when someone's like this, right?"

"Well, you'd better let him out." Phasian was blushing as well by now. He'd been on the receiving end of that villain act in bed and knew how effective it could be.

"I know. We'll need the bed; he'll be in no state to stand." The wolf carefully turned sideways to keep from bowling Phasian over and realized that he still took up more than half the entry hall that way.

The stallion's eyes widened as he realized this as well. He grasped one of Pyctoral's hands and started to lead him to their bedroom.

The mass of rubber from Parabolt's suit began to sink back into the wolf as he walked, leaving a glove in place for Phasian to hold onto. He swallowed and wrapped an arm over his chest when he realized his arousal would just flop forward like a built-in ironing board if he didn't. By the time he was tucking his head down to his shelf of pecs, Pyctoral was back to just his super suit and the rubber glove from the capybara's ensemble.

Phasian turned back and swallowed as he took in the wolf without all that obscuring rubber. The way his chest jutted out above his pecs, the deep crease between them currently occupied by the tip of the far larger lupine erection, the still partially swollen knot with the bottom of the suit's chest window straining against its underside... The stallion bit his lip. "Wow... do you look this big when you've got me inside?"

Pyctoral shook his head, blushing as he looked down over his own costume. The red outfit strained and stretched to fit over the enormous form that had grown within it. Carefully, he began to peel his suit fully off, the metamaterial elastically snapping back into its proper shape once it was removed from his body. The wolf kept his mask on as he sat down onto the bed at the foot, finally letting his cock swing out from his chest and throb at an angle from his powerful torso.

The horse took a step back as an arc of electricity visibly danced between the tip and the wolf's chest as they separated. "I... I see why you left the glove on." As he spoke, he realized there was also a reason Pyctoral had left his mask on. Phasian quickly moved to retrieve his own mask, overly aware of his own arousal grinding against his inner thigh within his shorts.

The enormous lupine watched, waiting until his partner had put his mask on to begin what they'd come into the bedroom to do. Pyctoral cupped his hand around the underside of his pecs, with his palm spanning the crevice in between. He pressed down firmly in place, focusing on the capybara within, then drew his hand out away from his core by a couple inches.

As the broad hand shifted, it revealed Parabolt's head cradled in its grip. All that was left of his cowl was the rubber around his eyes, forming a sort of domino mask for himself as well. The rodent whimpered softly as he began to surface further from the powerful body.

Pyctoral kept drawing his occupant away from his insides, feeling his own proportions starting to shrink as the capybara's shoulders and back surfaced from his torso. He draped his other arm around the smaller male's hip to both add to his reassuring embrace but also to help pull the brown-furred rodent free.

When the capybara's arms surfaced fully, they immediately wrapped and clung to whatever they could grip. Parabolt's body trembled, as if the room was freezing outside of the wolf's body.

Phasian stood to one side watching carefully. He tilted his head slightly. "Is... he supposed to be my size? I heard he was more yours."

The wolf's eyes widened. As he drew the last of Parabolt out of his form, his own body hadn't returned to its natural size. He was still about a foot too tall and his musculature was still quite larger than he was used to. As his partner had said, the brown rodent was significantly smaller than he was supposed to be.

Parabolt carefully peeked over at the horse, squeezing tighter to the wolf's chest.

The stallion waved awkwardly, doing his best to give a friendly smile.

Pyctoral stroked over the capybara's back slowly. "This is Phasian. He's my partner. You don't need to worry about him." His voice resonated in the room with its deep notes, still not quite back to his normal tone from the extra mass.

Nodding, the newly reformed male tucked himself a bit tighter to the wolf's body.

The one silver lining that the wolf saw in this situation was that now that Parabolt was unmerged, at least partially: his throbbing arousal was finally going down. It had lost a good deal of size with the rest of his body, but was still large enough to be inconvenient in the current situation. He continued to stroke over the rodent's back gently. "I just want you to know... all of the taunting... the teasing... You know that was an act, right? I don't have the mass of dozens of heroes or anything..."

Parabolt breathed deeply for a few moments, as if processing this information. He nodded and slowly released from his clinging embrace. He rose his diminished torso away from the muscular wolf until he was sitting a bit more upright on the larger male's waist, letting his knees settle down to the bedding.

Pyctoral carefully lifted the smaller male to let him get both knees on the same side of the wolf's abs, before he scooted back on the bed a bit more, allowing Parabolt to have some space if he wanted it.

The capybara stayed upright on his knees, fidgeting with his fingers. "I... I never thought that I would... uh... like losing." He swallowed and looked up to the wolf. "Just being... utterly dominated, overwhelmed..." With his current nudity, it was clear to see he was still rather aroused by how things had been.

"Nothing to be ashamed of." Phasian spoke up, easing himself on the bed across from the rodent. "I personally love getting absorbed into this big lug." He lightly gestured towards Pyctoral's head with a smile.

Parabolt shifted his weight on his knees, fiddling with his fingers still. He clearly didn't know what to say to that, but he also clearly was staring at the wolf's chest, a look of longing striking his blunt muzzle.

Pyctoral noticed this, smiling as he raised one arm to be level with his shoulder, then slowly curled it to make the bicep and triceps swell out dramatically. He punctuated the move with a playful bounce of his pecs. "You know... all this extra mass is from you."

Eyes widening behind his mask, the rodent noticed how much he'd been diminished in his return to the outside world for the first time. He quivered, and quite blatantly his semi-hard arousal gained firmness once again.

The wolf flexed his other arm as well, under his shelf of pecs to squeeze the bicep and the side of his chest together. "Why don't you feel all you've added to me?" He relaxed his arms, looking to his partner. "That is... if that's okay with you?"

Phasian blushed a bit, having gotten quite captivated in the gun show himself, before looking over to the other comparatively small male on the bed. "Go on ahead."

Parabolt carefully approached while balanced on his knees, scooting the last bit with a tentative raise of his hands towards the powerful arm at the lupine's side.

Pyctoral flexed it again, curling it upright and holding his arm still for the smaller male. "I won't force you into anything. You take it at your own pace, okay?"

The capybara nodded as he lightly made contact with the firmed up muscles. He trailed his fingertips along the creases between the muscle groups, through the soft blue-grey fur that covered them. What little detail obscured by the coat of fuzz was perfectly tracked by touch. Parabolt slowly pressed his whole palm to the wolf's bicep and gave a squeeze, feeling how little give it granted his grip.

As the body exploration began, Phasian whickered lightly. His shorts were getting uncomfortably tight. Watching his partner being this large, handsome and powerful... another male his own size fawning over those muscles. He dug a thumb into his waistband and began to disrobe himself.

Parabolt trailed his fingers up to the lupine's shoulder, rubbing along his deltoids, before his hand trailed down towards the powerful trapezius. The capybara's other hand slid to the front, palm pressed directly to the center of one of the large slabs of pectoral meat. He inhaled slowly, his quivers and nervous glances having faded. "I really added a lot..."

Pyctoral reversed the flex of his arm to gently wrap it down over the brown-furred rodent's back, stroking affectionately. "If you like you can get back in my lap." He rumbled in his low baritone.

The capybara took the larger male up on this offer, lightly ducking his head beneath the powerful arm as he carefully straddled the wolf's waist just above the hips. This put him in a perfect position to get to exploring Pyctoral's powerful chest. As he stroked and rubbed along the broad pectorals, it became clear that his almost compulsive submission from before had been shed in favor of simple admiration of form and strength.

Pyctoral smiled, bringing his other hand around to gently stroke along the rodent's far more slender form, noticing the renewed confidence.

"So... how do I get my strength back?" Parabolt asked, looking up into the wolf's eyes. "All of my muscles... they look so natural on you."

The wolf's smile broadened as he gave the capybara a gentle squeeze with his hands. "Well," His deep voice gained a more playful tone. "The easiest way would be to absorb you again. When I let you out next time you just need to make sure you take your muscles with you," He let out a teasing growl, his tail swishing on the bed behind him. "Or else we'd have to do it again." He winked.

The rodent fidgeted in place, but didn't look nervous or insecure like before. Parabolt's lust came about more ardently, bringing his already mostly firm arousal to full erection as he ground it into the wolf's abs. "Is that all...?"

"You'd better take it all back with you or else I won't be able to ride my boyfriend's cock." Phasian blurted out. "Not without phasing, anyway. Where's the fun in that kind of sex?" The stallion was stroking over his own erection as he watched the pair grind and rub.

Pyctoral smirked over at his partner. "Oh, we're boyfriends now? Thought we were keeping it semi-professional."

The horse huffed and whickered. "Your profession is being my boyfriend. Eat your twink so he can get bigger."

Parabolt looked over at Phasian in surprise, flitting his tail slightly. The rodent's eyes trailed from the stallion's mask to his pulsing equine arousal, before turning away. He looked up at the wolf uncertainly.

"I'll let you out as soon as you're ready to come out." Pyctoral stroked along the capybara's back again, lightly cupping his rump with his paw as he got to the end of the trailing path. His baritone walked the line between assuring and flirtation as he continued. "And you can return whenever you want. My body will always welcome you back."

The smaller male fidgeted a bit at what he thought was a pure tease, before a blush lit up beneath his mask. The wolf really meant it. Parabolt quivered, somehow finding the sincerity more of a tease than flirtation would be.

"That is, if my boyfriend is alright with it." Pyctoral amended with a chuckle.

"You're too big for just one boy, anyway." Phasian bandied back with a lilt, though his attempt at a suave turn of phrase was undercut by how firmly he was stroking at himself.

Parabolt, meanwhile, had found himself staring into the cleft between the great wolf's pectorals, the very same chasm that had swallowed him before. He grasped onto Pyctoral's sides beneath his powerful arms, breathing heavily as he lustfully rolled his hips against the powerful abs and down to the base of the lupine's own maleness.

Pyctoral squeezed with his grip on the capybara's hip and continued to stroke with his other hand. "You know, this would actually be a good opportunity to try out some costume changes." He found it a bit ironic that he was the one keeping control of his urges in this situation, though he was starting to feel a sympathetic ache in his chest, perhaps from the parts of Parabolt he had stolen wanting to be reunited. The wolf's shaft pulsed on the far side of the rodent, bobbing over his still over-swollen testes close to the foot of the bed.

Eyes wide, the smaller male removed one hand from Pyctoral's body and felt his face. He found the small rubber mask there instead of his cowl. "Looks like you already did some designing... But why is this a good opportunity?"

The broad-chested wolf smirked. "Well, each time I reform you, I can form your suit back onto you in a different arrangement until we find something you like... it absorbs as easy as you do, after all."

Parabolt quivered again, his lustful grinding resuming more blatantly. "You mean... you want to take me over... and over... and over..." His eyes had trailed back to the powerful chest in front of him.

"Oh, look what you've done, you've gone and made him all needy again." Phasian playfully chastised his partner, though his gaze was also clearly on the carnivorous pectorals.

Pyctoral ignored the stallion, focused on the lustful rodent in his arms. He gave a gentle squeeze over Parabolt's rear and rumbled. "I'll only that if that's what you want."

The capybara squeaked breathily. "I've only been holding back from stuffing myself back in your chest the last five minutes."

"Well, I'd best get into a better position to get stuffed." The lupine crooned with a lick of his lips, slowly laying back on the bed. He scooted on the bedding with no trouble despite the smaller man on top of him, getting his head onto one of the pillows. With a light, affectionate squeeze, he pulled his hands away from Parabolt's body and laid them beside his head. He clenched them into fists and flexed his arms and chest together, forcing the muscles to jut like mountains above the rolling plains of his abdomen.

Parabolt watched this, still mostly upright in the big wolf's lap. He looked over to Phasian questioningly.

Phasian was just as desperately erect as the capybara. "It's up to you, but you gotta get your strength back sometime." The stallion panted, looking between the bare brown-furred rodent and the deep valley of the lupine chest.

The capybara nodded, curling his toes on either side of the wolf's hips, before he turned his attention back to the broad pectorals. He could hardly see the wolf's face from this angle, just a bit of his smile peeking out of the part between the massive muscles. That was the last bit of assurance Parabolt needed. He pressed his hands together like he was going to dive and carefully pressed them into the valley like a wedge. The moment he shifted his weight, he felt the flesh yield, letting his hands sink deeper than what seemed rational, once again.

Pyctoral groaned appreciatively of the sensation, his muscles trembling as he held back from squeezing his pectorals together. He relaxed his chest and arms fully to let the capybara go at his own pace.

Parabolt was focusing on the process, how his arms sunk between the white-furred slabs of muscle into the shadows between them. It was almost as if he was entering an abyss that was at the core of the powerful wolf. One he had been lost within once before. But back then it was a mistaken entry in a mix of panic and confused arousal. Now he was initiating it on purpose.

The wolf turned his head, giving a little wave to the stallion to coax him along the bed to see him around his chest. When Phasian came over, Pyctoral rumbled out a request. "Could you get me a condom? Last time I absorbed him I made a mess of the simulation room."

Phasian looked over at the rapidly pulsing wolf cock and licked his lips unconsciously. "Yeah... makes sense. I hear it gets used for that a lot." The horse slipped off the bed, his erection bobbing in front of him as he went to the chest of drawers.

While they spoke, Parabolt ducked his head between his arms, as his elbows approached the white-capped hills. Closing his eyes and letting out a lust-filled groan, he flexed his legs and pushed up from the wolf's lap. The capybara half-stood in order to get more of his weight over his descending upper body as his arms pressed into deeper and deeper tightness.

Pyctoral was about to retort to his partner's comment with a defense that they actually had gone there to train but that too was derailed by Parabolt shoving his arms into his chest. The wolf quivered, and couldn't hold back any longer. His chest flexed, the slabs of muscle pulling together and, far more importantly, down on the intruding upper body. The pectorals pressed up from their resting position to fully obscure the capybara's arms, pulling back down before the next flex began conquering his narrow chest with the lupine's might.

At the foot of the bed, the stallion did his best to resist just grinding his arousal into his partner's broad balls or against his forming knot. His blunt fingertips carefully pulled open the package of the condoms he got usually for himself. Thankfully they were rated for horses far more endowed than he also was. Making sure the rubber sleeve's ring was facing the correct way, Phasian began to work it down over the cock's tip and along the shaft with both hands.

Parabolt was bending at the hip, carefully stepping up on either side of Pyctoral's waist with his toes extended to give his rear as much height as possible. As the muscles of the larger male's chest worked to pull his torso in, he was having a harder and harder time keeping his leverage to have his body be in an easier position, rump up in the air.

Phasian finished getting the ring of extra rubber all the way down beneath the base of the lupine's pulsing arousal, under the burgeoning knot. He was sure that the bulb of flesh would help keep the sleeve from slipping free once it started filling up. The horse then noticed the capybara's difficulties and stood up on the bed, carefully stepping over the newly latex-wrapped shaft to place his hands on Parabolt's rump. He pressed down firmly.

Pyctoral groaned out at the sudden addition of pressure, feeling the rodent's hips nearing his chest. The wolf raised his head from the pillow and spotted the horse standing behind the approaching upturned rear of his prey. "Careful... You might end up getting dragged in with him."

The capybara writhed, his blunt muzzle lifting from the tuck between his arms to press into the firm walls as they contracted and pulled at him over and over again. Parabolt gave up trying to hold onto the bedding with his toes for leverage, raising them up into the air the moment he felt the blunt-fingered hands leave his toned cheeks.

This worked out just fine for the stallion, who grasped the brown-furred male's calves and pinned them together with his hands, applying pressure downward again. "Don't go giving me ideas, honey." He coyly responded to the wolf as he worked to feed the writhing capybara into the greedily flexing chest.

Low moans rolled and resonated through the room as the lupine felt a warm weight against the underside of his cock. This was a tell-tale sign that he'd already started filling the reservoir of the condom with his copious pre. Continuing to flex repeatedly around his pec meal, Pyctoral let his head rest back onto the pillow, biceps firming up in sympathetic twitches each time more of the eager rodent sunk into the valley. He closed his eyes and just let himself enjoy the consumption, knowing that he'd taken all precautions he needed to.

Deep within the pulsing chest, Parabolt moaned out muffledly. The grip on his calves had shifted to his soles as his knees dropped into the warm tightness that surrounded him. His arms had transcended the pressure, finding that odd freedom of movement he'd discovered before he'd begun needily using his powers to tighten things up again. He felt around with his arms, wondering if he was still only within the pecs or within all of the muscles at once.

Phasian pushed down more firmly on the wriggling foot paws of the nearly entirely enveloped male, his own arousal pulsing rapidly above the godly torso of the largest man in the room. The stallion licked his lips, watching the feet his hands were holding onto sink to be about level with the highest point of those pecs when they relaxed... then the next clench wrapped up around his wrists. Flitting his tail, he grinned coyly. "Oops~"

"Oops...?" Pyctoral blearily asked, biting back another moan. His chest continued to flex and relax, working its catch deeper as it started on its new meal, one it was quite familiar with indeed. The wolf opened his eyes and gasped as he realized the stallion was starting to dive in as well. "I'll... I'll relax to let you pull... ooh..." He shuddered as his chest just kept its powerful swallowing motions going despite his words.

As the wolf tried to relax, the horse spotted something he'd never gotten the chance to see in person. On the left slab of powerful muscle, a pair of hands pressed out from the inside, losing definition each time the pectorals clenched. When they relaxed, the fingers became more distinct again, as if the surface they were pressing against was changing hardness... because of course, that was what was happening. Parabolt continued to explore, stroking as his legs slowly joined him in the space beyond physical compression. His blunt muzzle was next to 'surface', clearly nuzzling into the powerful chest from within.

With that image bright in his mind, the stallion's head was dragged out of sight as well, leaving him for the familiar dark of his partner's body. Unlike Parabolt, Phasian knelt on top of the washboard of a waistline that the massive wolf sported. He pressed off with his toes feeling the radiant heat of the rapidly pulsing cock behind him. His own shaft was leaking into the white fur beneath his hips, his own rump turning up in the air as he continued to dive down.

The predatory hero groaned, letting go of his worries once again as he felt a sudden shove deeper. With every beat of his heart, his rod jolted and added more clear pre to the latex reservoir, his chest pulsed and dragged the stallion deeper, his body clenched down on the rodent already tucked into his pec. Pyctoral shuddered, feeling his peak rushing toward him rapidly as the pleasure of consumption roiled through him.

Phasian raised his lower legs from the wolf's waist, then flexed his glutes to raise them into the air, still bent. The contours of Pyctoral's chest meant that the equine arousal easily slid into the crevice that was so greedily swallowing its owner without much input from either party. The stallion did have a trick up his sleeve to aid his ingestion. He focused and then pushed both feet off against the air as if it was solid, shoving himself deeper with an excited, muffled whicker. Almost immediately after, the right side of the lupine's powerful chest began to show bulges as well, mirroring the explorations on the other side.

Pyctoral couldn't help but to grope over both sides of his chest as each slab of muscle writhed and distended with smaller men. He squeezed with his fingers in between the flexes, when it was easier to feel the rodent and his partner inside.

Parabolt's muffled voice came through the flesh as he pressed toward the source of the groping, getting his feet up in the pec with him, bulging the underside while his face and hands neared the top. The capybara felt himself getting held tighter and tighter just within the more contained space with every possessive clench of muscle.

With two more footholds on the air, the stallion finally climbed down into the valley of his partner's potent eponym. Beneath the groping and clenching, he too found himself being driven to be flattened out in a crouching position, as if he was kneeling beneath a bed and the floor was the surface of Pyctoral's chest. He reached down to stroke at his arousal, forcing his shoulder to press to the repeatedly tensing surface beside his face.

The wolf shuddered as he realized both of the smaller heroes were bundled up in his chest. He flexed his arms and legs, rolling his hips sensually as his swollen pecs writhed with their contents. "Oooh... Both of you... mine~" He growled lustfully as he felt his inner muscles getting far more active.

To the capybara and the horse, it felt as though the repeated tensing was kneading, restricting their movement as the tightness grew more powerful with every clench. The warmth all around them began to suffuse through them, the borders blending further and further. Soon, neither could feel the 'surface' any longer, as though they were being dragged deeper.

The bulges of both men faded as the chest contracted down further with a few more powerful clenches. The wolf's body quivered, the muscles all over his body relaxing for a moment. His chest flexed out powerfully, shoving up from the rest of his form, then his arms tensed and curled, biceps and triceps visibly growing larger. Pyctoral's moans audibly shifted deeper in register as the gains rocketed through every muscle group, tightening up his powerful abs, adding to his potent glutes and quads, widening his calves as he curled and pointed his toes. He felt his trapezius swell against the back of his neck, threatening to lift him from the pillow.

Then the surge reversed direction. Each muscle group relaxed, but kept the size it had been when it was at full tension. Pyctoral panted on the bed for a moment, before he let out a deep bellow, flexing his pelvic floor firmly. His shaft jolted as this sent him properly over the edge, the channel on the member's underside swelling out with the first shot of climax. The wolf's whole body suddenly surged in size, gaining feet of height and breadth, filling out the bed. At the same time electricity reappeared on the surface of his body, dancing over his muscles.

Shot after shot pumped the straining condom's reservoir larger. Not to be left out in all of the growth, his cock had regained its size and more from when he'd let Parabolt out. The mouth of the latex sleeve strained against the base of the watermelon sized knot, just barely holding on as its elastic material was called upon to hold gallon after gallon of potent release.

By the time Pyctoral came down from his peak, he realized that he hardly fit on the bed that normally fit himself and Phasian anymore. His legs were hanging off the foot and his arms could hang off either side easily. He groaned, his powerful voice shaking the window frame. The godly wolf sat up slowly, looking down at the condom as it sagged onto the floor with his pelvis' rotation. It looked as though at least a man's worth of volume had filled the rubber.

Not a drop of it was either of the men he'd consumed, though. He could feel them, both tucked away as part of his muscles once again. Pyctoral panted, stroking over his chest as the arcs of electricity calmed down. Thankfully, this time around Parabolt wasn't spiraling in a lustful loop of need. Both of his men were resting deep within him, emanating what could only be described as bliss. The powerful wolf reached down to grasp his shaft with the condom still tautly wrapped around it.

With a thought he phased the condom through his cock using his partner's powers. "Well, at least I won't have trouble getting through doorways before I let you two out." He chuckled in his new contrabass as he tied off the condom. He looked over the mass he'd produced in his lustful consumption. He'd definitely have to invest in more of this size condom if having both men fused into him was going to become a regular occurrence.