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The steady rhythm of his footfalls against concrete were the only sounds Kyle wanted to hear after his grueling exams. Just him and the birds flying about, traversing the surprisingly quiet city; the perfect cure for his math-related headache.

Instead, he had a certain someone following him, screaming and shouting as if he had finished his practice.

"Fuck yeah! Really glad, tests are done, eh Kyle?" The massive man yelled, causing the wolf to wince and stare at them with as much murderous intent he could muster.

"Don't be so loud, Kris..." Kyle said, before a large hand pulled him close. Suddenly, he felt all warm and fuzzy as he got a face full of dragon pec meat, the dragon simply shouting as if nothing was wrong.

"Come on, Kyle. Let me live a little!" Kyle could feel more and more of the dragon's heft pushed against him, the dragon either ignorant of the wolf. "Exams are over, we got a week off with just me and you! Aren't you excited?!"

Kris shook the wolf, almost dancing on the streets. It would have been embarrassing, and Kyle wanted to push him away. If it weren't for his large muscles, his towering frame, the delicious feeling of a barrel chest and a round gut pressing against him, arms so strong wrapping around his waist, being flailed around like he weighed nothing...

...alright, he had to admit, Kyle's got it bad for his roommate-slash-friend-slash-absolute hunk of a dragon. The man won the genetic lottery in terms of sheer masculinity and every day Kyle was thankful this hunk of a man chose him, of all the people in the university, to room with him. He could still remember that one chemistry class he had with him being his lab partner, and then out of the blue he just shouted "Hey, wanna be roomies?!"

To be frank, it was the perfect timing. He needed a space, and what better space for him to live his dreadful college life than with this towering dragon hunk that should...have...

"Let...ME GO ALREADY!"

Kyle pushed the dragon away, his paws accidentally pressing against those mounds of muscles Kris has for pecs. The dragon merely laughed, the wolf was considerably weaker than him. Still Kyle felt relieved, and slightly disappointed, that Kris actually let him go.

"Thank you, Kris. Now, can we go home?"

"You got it, little guy!"

The two continued their trek towards their shared room, the wolf a step behind the dragon as he looked over his giant roommate once more.

Kyle looked up, having to tilt his head just to see that annoyingly handsome face of his. Kris was the perfect mixture of conventionally handsome and manly; slightly chiseled chin, covered with that trademark stubble. His chopped, short white hair framed his angular face perfectly, and his brown eyes shone in the presence of light. He was incredibly nice to look at, though he had to strain his neck just to see the 6 foot 8 dragon's face a lot.

And then Kyle looked down and saw such a hulking body, somewhat contrasting his face. A neck almost like a pillar, being framed by those thick traps of his. Delts that looked like cannonballs stuck to his shoulder carried his mighty 23 inch arms, a large vein running down the very peak of his biceps despite being relaxed. Pecs so round and full of brawn made every shirt he wore tight, as if his almost door wide back didn't already do that.

And then there was his absolute favorite, Kris' round muscle gut. Faint outlines of a six pack decorated that dome of a gut, and Kyle knew firsthand that it feels hard and thick as it looks. Seriously, it was always a sight whenever the dragon gold scaled dragon changed clothes, seeing those muscles heave. And it was even better when clothed, his tight pink shirt and varsity jacket was stretched, deliciously wrapping his entire torso.

Kyle didn't even notice Kris' proud smile as the wolf stared at those massive legs of his. The dragon had to resort to loose jogging pants due to those tree trunk quads, bulging and heaving for every step. Claves straining, looking like hams. And then of course, that large bulge of the dragon, barely hiding his weapon, and Kyle, again, knew firsthand how large that thing can get; all of it bulging on his jogging pants.

Kyle was serious when he considered Kris the most handsome guy he knew. His golden scales just made him noticeable, not like his tall, hunky frame made him any less the center of the spotlight. With all this weaponry in his arsenal, it wasn't a surprise that the dragon hunk had gone to date and have sex with as many people as he could; from the prettiest, bustiest cheerleaders to the hunkiest athletes, the man's sexual conquest was a thing for the history books.

In contrast, the wolf was clearly unfit and unkempt compared to the dragon. Shaggy, long hair that he has to tie in a ponytail, his brown fur was admittedly generic, quite boring. He had a layer of pudge that gave him love handles, his belly shaking a bit for every step, his arms and legs a bit flabby. He really should accept Kris' offer to work out with him at some point, but his motivation was a precious resource he exclusively hoarded for his studies alone.

The brown wolf was of average height, standing at a mere 5 foot 7. His face was a bit rounded, sleepy eyes and a tired smile. Really, the only thing special about him was his purplish eyes; apparently it was a genetic thing. Aside from that, yeah he was as average as one can get wearing his usual graphic shirt and pants over his chubby body.

The two turned a corner where Kris met up with a teammate. Kyle didn't bother acknowledging the stare he was given before they left. Guess it's just really weird for him to be with someone like Kris, and honestly? He couldn't blame him.

The dragon was just...incredibly nice and friendly to him. If he wasn't bringing any dates, then the two usually spend their nights with a good game or show, eating the greasiest pizza while sharing cans of beer. He didn't know what caused him to do so, maybe it was that chemistry class, and at this point, he won't bother asking. The sheer benefits he got for being his friend, the pool parties and the food, was something he managed to use at times.

Though in turn, he had to endure nights of noisy fucking coming from his side of the dorm. The dragon would carry, sometimes literally, dates with him almost every night. The dragon was relentless for his search for a one-night stand; it didn't matter what people identify as, if they were willing to be fucked or to fuck him, then he's absolutely game. Kyle had to turn the volume up of his laptop just to drown the sounds of loud moaning, and it didn't help Kris was a loud one. It was truly insane.

And to be honest, he was jealous. To fuck or to be fucked by such a specimen of manliness was one of his lifetime goals, and he was scared that he ruined the chance when he drunkenly told him that. Sure, the dragon was more...handsy and physical, but it was just that. Friendly gropes and hugs. He wanted more, he wanted for the dragon to...acknowledge him, to be a choice.

The lupine sighed. Maybe his chance will come to him when the literal world changes. 'Like that will ever happen...'

"So what're you gonna do for this long week break, my dear wolf?"

Kyle looked over to the dragon, and he had to hide his disappointment real quick before answering. "I'll...probably just stay in the dorms. Was planning to go to my parents this week, but something happened."

"Which is...?"

"My uncle."

The dragon cringed as he immediately understood. The man had visited their dorm one time and it was a...unpleasant surprise, to say the least. The amount of time he had to apologize for that old fucker's behavior...

The wolf shook his head, returning the question to the dragon beside him. "What about you? Any plans?"

Kris sighed, placing his hands behind his head. The shirt rose, giving a peek of his muscle gut, his sleeves strained against those arms and the wolf was practically dying trying to keep a poker face seeing this gun show. "Eh, as much as I want to, the team and I got practice for a game."

Kyle turned his head as quick before Kris noticed, but he had a distinct feeling the dragon knew. He had to keep the conversation going, else it'll turn awkward. "Oh yeah, don't you guys have a game soon?"

"In over a couple weeks, yeah!" Kris said as he stretched his arms high, his chest and arms flexing and straining his clothes. "Kinda excited since we're up against a rival college. Wanna watch?" Kyle was about to say 'no' when he felt the dragon hug him again, scaled heft above him once more as the dragon enticed him. "I can give you a front row seat! I'll just ask Coach to give you a ticket! My treat!"

It was probably because of that heavy weight against him, feeling those pecs, those arms, but he actually considered Kris' offer then and there. Still, he held strong, as strong as one could get, and stammered. "I'll, uh...think about it."

Kris eyed the blushing wolf and laughed. He gently patted the wolf's back, Kyle almost stumbling with even the tiniest force before letting go. "That's as good as I can get!"

The unlikely duo of friends kept on walking and talking about their exams and other plans for this short break. The dragon has his muscled arm around the wolf's shoulders as they walk and talk. Kyle, thankfully, had his libido in control now.

Speaking of libido...

Kyle narrowed his eyes at the dragon. "By the way, are you planning on bringing more of the team into our dorms? Y'know? Like every practice."

The dragon took the accusation to stride, simply laughing as he answered honestly. "Nope, I'm a good dragon this week. I promise to coach, anyway."

"Hmph. Didn't realize you're going for the coach now."

"Hehe...was I THAT obvious?"

"...I was joking, you horny fuck."

"I'm not!"

The dragon merely burst in laughter as the wolf merely groaned. Despite his horniness, the dragon's feats in football were nothing to be scoffed at. He was the star player for the team for a reason. Despite him needing to work hard to retain his scholarship, the wolf had a feeling the dragon was gonna enter the team either way. He just seemed like that kind of guy, probably for the workout, probably for the hunky guys he could snatch.

The conversation pretty much died after that. It was understandable, their exams were surprisingly brutal. Even Kris was beginning to show signs of mental strain, rubbing his temples and the bridge of his muzzle. Kyle could only sigh, an idea popping on his head. "Hey, wanna watch some shows on PawFlix later?"

The dragon brightened up, that damn wide smile of his was enough to power cities. Certainly powered his heart. "Yeah, sure! I got a recommendation from a teammate of mine and..."

The conversation continued, Kris listing off shows with mindless plots that seemed perfect. The wolf was researching more of those shows when he heard a mumbled 'holy fuck' before getting pulled back by a strong hand.

"The fuck? Kris-?

"Shh!" Kris pointed towards the other side of the street discreetly. "Just...look at that guy, Kyle."

Kyle frowned before doing so, and oh boy, did he look. "Holy fuck..."

"Right? That guy is huge..."

Huge was an apt term to describe the raccoon manning the small stall. The man was just...wide, really. Even from here, the two could see that the raccoon was a bit short, shorter than even Kyle actually, but that wasn't a problem if his shoulders billowed out so much to the side. He looked wider than even the dragon beside him, his arms probably near 25 inches, bulging against his barrel chest as he simply sat there, arms crossed and merely looking around, every movement was straining his pink tank top.

The two can't see anything from the bottom, but have already decided the man has legs for days just by looking at coon's massive torso. The man was easily the biggest in the football team in terms of muscularity, barring the dragon and even then it was a close fight.

"Wow, he's really huge..."

"Yeah, that dude's hot..."

The two took a much longer look at the massive hulk of a raccoon. Kris was teetering between being inspired seeing a shorter guy with so much muscle mass and already wanted to go rush into the nearest gym or inviting the guy for a casual sex on his dorm, wanting to be fucked by such a shortstack hulk.

Kyle, meanwhile, was drinking the entire view up, the sight of the shorter hulk was immensely arousing for him.

It wasn't until he saw flashes of crimson did he realize the other details of the coon. Kyle looked over the raccoon's body again, trying hard to ignore those bulging muscles, and froze when he saw something that shouldn't be there for his species.

Scales.

Rough, crimson scales covered the entirety of his paws, essentially giving him sharp claws, all the way to his elbows, where a small protruding spike jutted out from it. Kyle looked at the coon's head and saw that he even had horns in between his round ears, the base made of darker scales that went back and up till its very tips.

It was like a bucket of cold water poured all over his body. Kyle was now suspicious and somewhat scared of the hulking raccoon, especially with how he just had this stall in the middle of the street. He was about to poke Kris to move on but only managed to touch air.

"Kris? Kris?!" Kyle looked around in panic, only to be startled by a familiar, boisterous shout.

"Yo! Nice gains, bro!"

The wolf widened his eyes when he saw his friendly dragon roommate already halfway towards the probably dangerous raccoon. "W-wait! Kris, you dumbass!"

He was running towards them when the raccoon turned around, his crimson eyes almost burning. His slightly shocked face turned into a smirk once he saw the dragon running towards him and flexed his arms in response. "Hell yeah I do! You're not so bad yourself!"

Kris just chuckled as he flexed his arms, letting his bicep stretch his sleeve. "Thanks, dude!"

The two had an impromptu flex off in the middle of the streets, both muscleheads of different heights just enjoying each other's company and laughing. The wolf was also enjoying this as well, though his was a bit more...heated.

Especially in his pants. Lord knows he had a thing for muscle, and he had seen the dragon having a flex off with his teammates, but seeing him flex with this hulking raccoon was a blessing all together.

Still, that doesn't stop the fact Kris was flexing with a complete stranger. Kyle hurriedly ran towards the two buff figures. Kris stopped and waved at him, like nothing happened. "Hey, Kyle! Wanna join us?"

The dragon got a slap on the arm as a response, eliciting a loud ouch from him. It didn't hurt, but it's the thought that counts.

Kyle fought through his arousal and scolded his friend. "Seriously, you really just had a flex off with a stranger. Be careful next time, dammit!"

The dragon simply chuckled, scratching the back of his head as the wolf apologized to the raccoon who's looking quite amused at this whole event in front of him.

"Really sorry about him. He's just really..."

"Friendly?" The raccoon continued, his crimson eyes on the wolf as he shrugged his large shoulder with a wide grin. "Nah, it's fine. Us big guys greet each other with a bit of flexing." He turned to the dragon. "Ain't that right, big guy?"

"That's right!" The dragon did a most muscular pose, stretching his poor clothes apart. To make matters worse for the wolf, the semi-scaled raccoon followed suit, practically sandwiching the whimpering wolf in between two muscle hunks. Kyle looked around, anywhere that isn't a flexing muscle, trying to find something that would distract these two muscle heads else he will lose it.

That's when he looked down, eyeing the trinkets spread across the clothed table. He dared to look at the scaled raccoon and cough, even shouted to get his attention.

"Yeah?" The raccoon said, still in a pose that showcases how deep those arms muscles are. Kyle pulled his collar and gulped, making sure his voice won't be shaky.

"So, uh...are you selling, sir?"

"Hmm?" He looked confused for a second, and then he stared at the table in front of him...

"Oh, right!" The raccoon chuckled as he broke his flex and started to stretch his torso then and there, letting those strong muscles of his relax. "Anyway, yeah! I've got a few things to sell if you two are interested."

Kyle was relieved to see the two stopped having a pose off. He was scared he would nut then and there with such hulking men around him. He and the dragon decided to look around. Kyle grabbed a little necklace depicting a cartoonish piece of meat, while Kris was busy solving a Rubik's cube while the hulking coon watched over them.

"Name's Procyon, by the way." The two looked at the ruggedly handsome coon. Procyon, smirking, has his arms crossed against his barrel chest, letting his muscles bulge against the poor tank top. "And if you're asking, I'm a raccoon-kobold."

The two 'ooh'ed with wonder, staring at the coon-bold's form. Kyle had never seen a hybrid before, but that wonder slowly dissipated, now settling his gaze once again on the items below.

Even with his focus on the items though, the wolf still can't help but feel a bit scared. Procyon might be a bit friendly, having the same friendly jock attitude of his friend, but his short yet powerful stature made him look incredibly intimidating, the horns and scales weren't helping at all.

He looked to his friend, eyes locked to a weird cylinder though not for long as the dragon subtly looked at him and gave him a nod and a grin. Suddenly that worry was gone; at the very least, if worse comes to worse the dragon could probably hold him off in a fight.

Or they could just run. He doubted Procyon could with that much bulk, but he knew better than to underestimate someone due to their physique; Kris having the fastest sprint record on the team was living proof of that.

After a few minutes of window shopping, Kyle was feeling a bit bored. Nothing among these items caught his eye enough to spend money. A quick look to his side confirmed that even Kris wasn't feeling any of it. He was just waiting for the dragon to talk when he saw a jar of...

"Are those candies?!"

Kyle grabbed a small jar of multi-colored candies wrapped in semi-transparent paper just as colorful, casting colorful lights once placed under the sun rays. There was no mistaking, it was candies. Sweet delicious candies!

"Oh, interested in some sweets, eh?" Kyle looked up to see a grinning Procyon pointing a claw to the jar. "Those are homemade candies, made by my boss himself! Interested?"

Interested would be a severe understatement. Sweets were very, very special to the wolf's heart, he was a bona fide sweet tooth; from taffies, to chocolates, to even some pastries, the wolf was a big fan of anything sweet. His purple eyes shone as he looked at every candy. Each orb of sweet and artificial flavorings was as small as a marble and the wolf can't help but lick his lips, almost drooling.

"Oi, oi! If you drool on my stuff, you better buy it, wolf!" Procyon lightheartedly scolded.

On the side, Kris was just chuckling at how cute the brown wolf is. He inched closer to his little friend, now broken from his sweets-induced stupor.

Kyle dropped the jar as gently as he could before fishing for his wallet almost immediately. "How much for this?"

Procyon took a while to answer, only because he had to fish out a piece of paper from his back pocket and read it for a few seconds. "Says here it's five bucks."

"I'll take it."

The transaction was a bit too quick, even for the coon-bold, but the wolf was incredibly eager to own the jar of homemade candies. After it was paid for, Kyle held the jar like he would a little pup, staring at it adoringly, his purple eyes almost sparkling. It was then he felt a familiar set of pecs squeeze his head, large arms against his body, that belly grinding against his lower back. The poor wolf was blushing red, and Kris only grinned as he pressed his body tighter, teasing the smaller wolf.

"Aw, my little wolf is gonna get himself a treat."

"Get...off me!"

Kris immediately relented, getting another slap in response. Deep chuckles coming from the hulking shortstack made them realize there was another guy with them.

Procyon simply pocketed the money, smiling wide. "Pleasure doing business with ya! Hope you enjoy that, the boss worked hard on that one." The raccoon said as he grinned, those sharp fangs made the wolf just a teeny bit terrified as Procyon continued. "Heard that each color is... quite different, so you'll definitely have fun with those."

"Oh, like different flavors? Or maybe different textures?"

The silence lasted longer than what the wolf wanted, but Procyon merely shrugged, his toothy grin stayed. "...yeah, let's go with that."

He eventually sat back down, the chair groaning due to the weight of the coon-bold. With a grin, he regarded the two once more. "If you guys want something else, stall's here for another week or so. Though sometimes you might see my..." Procyon paused, tapping his claws on his scaled forearm. "...co-workers. Yeah, let's go with co-workers."

"Ooh, other hybrids?"

"Well, the boss isn't, but yeah."

The two nodded. Kyle was kind of intrigued by the prospect of seeing other hybrids like Procyon. His thoughts were cut short however when he felt the familiar weight of the dragon on him.

"Thanks, dude!" Kris said, his voice cheerful as always. "And hey! If you want to, we could do something...much more personal, if you get what I mean." The dragon smirked, leaving the wolf groaning once more.

"Really, Kris?"

"What? It was just an invite."

Procyon merely laughed out loud at that, stunning the two friends. "Well, if I have the time, sure!" The coon-bold smirked at the dragon. "Just be sure to get ready, I tend to go wild."

The two hunks merely smirked before laughing it off, meanwhile poor Kyle's mind was already filled with such lewd thoughts. He barely felt the dragon push him, already now on their way.

"Thanks again for Kyle's candies!" He barely heard the dragon say as the two went on their ways. Kyle broke out of his stupor and managed to walk, his precious candy jar in his embrace.

***

Procyon smugly stared at the duo's retreating forms, a wide smirk on his face. The poor wolf was about to experience a lot of changes he wouldn't even realize. That dragon better hope he's prepared to handle more of his wolf friend.

Then again, he didn't know exactly what effects those candies had. At the very least, the image of his boss being embarrassed was a good hint on its own.

"Eh, whatever. I'll know about it soon enough." He leaned back on his poor chair, feeling it already close to giving up supporting his weight.

He sighed, disappointed at the flimsy chair. "Chairs these days..."

Procyon sat up and looked around, eyeing the streets. After seeing that the cost was clear, he snapped his clawed fingers, and just as suddenly, the chair felt sturdier, thicker, and now able to withstand his weight and then some. He tested it out by plopping his entire weight and smirked when he didn't feel any shaking.

"Should have done that earlier." Procyon said, placing his hands behind his head and showing off his flexed arms. "Helios really shouldn't have listened to Sirius...."

Speaking of, he can't wait to rub it in that wolf-dragon's face that he managed to sell an item. On his own, too! His toothy grin promised a whole lot of prideful teasing on his part. "Not a salesman, my ass..."

***

The sun had set an hour ago when the two friends finally reached their dorms. After a little climb up to the fourth floor, the dragon immediately found himself plopped down on the couch, jacket by his side. His arms resting on the backrest, his shirt straining, his pecs flexed as he sighed. "Ah, home sweet home..."

The wolf pretty much shared the same sentiments. He was incredibly tired today, and nothing more would be better than to share the couch with his dragon roomie.

But first, food.

Kyle went straight to the kitchen to arrange the food they had bought. As always, the two had to share expenses both in food and their rooming, the dragon not much richer than the wolf is. Pretty much the main reason the dragon invited him to dorm together; for the dragon to save money. It was fine, not like Kyle wouldn't do the same thing...

The wolf looked over the items they had bought, now properly laid out on the counter. There's some frozen food they bought over at the grocer, packs of root beer, some vegetables to make salad and of course, their take out dinner.

"Alright..." He grabbed the frozen meat and placed them in the freezer, then the vegetables and root beer in the fridge. Afterwards, he arranged their dinner: stir-fry rice, a bunch of egg rolls, and some garlic pepper beef.

He looked over to the meal in front of him, his paw on his chin and thought to himself. "Something's missing..."

Kyle snapped his fingers and got two cans of root beer and placed it on the counter. The wolf crossed his arms and nodded to himself.

"There, a balanced meal." Green onions are vegetables still, right? So yeah it works out.

Proud of his work, he was about to call his roomie for dinner, but his eyes spotted the unassuming jar of candies over on the shelf. Kyle looked back to the living room, where the dragon continued to rest, before walking towards their little jar of sweets.

With a shaky paw, he grabbed the jar and turned it around. The candies shone so bright and colorful against the artificial light and already he could feel himself drooling. His love for sweets was too powerful at times.

He had to admit, he was a bit embarrassed for his love of sweets. Not because of the teasing, but mostly because he would remember and cringe at his teen self thinking sweets are 'for girls', and not 'for manly guys like him', a result of his childhood upbringing.

'Jokes on you, pre-teen Kyle, you're gonna be gay in a few years and have the largest crush on the most muscular dork in the world.'

Kyle continued to admire the jar. He had to wipe the drool out of his mouth. The hulking seller said that each color has a different flavor and his mind kept on thinking about what flavor each color is.

Maybe the red is strawberry, he thinks, that's usually the case, or maybe even cherry. The green is usually apple, already anticipating the tarty and sweet combination of flavor in his mouth. The purple could be grapes, the orange is orange, duh, and-

"Kyle~!"

It was then he felt the massive body of his roommate on his back, threatening to make him fall to his knees as he felt the full weight of Kris.

"Ugh? What?"

"Dinner~" he pathetically cried. The wolf tried and failed to push the large, laughing dragon off. "Kyle, me hungwy~."

"Starve." Kyle said as he felt the weight of the dragon's head on top of his own, highlighting the size difference between the two as he felt two arms wrapped his body. The dragon's pecs squeezed at his head slightly and he could feel his wolf shaft rising from the many stimulus he's having right now.

It was then he felt the dragon's scaled hands reach out to his precious jar. He held out his hand, trying to make sure Kris won't touch his treasure. He didn't care if he was cute, this jar is HIS.

"Back off, Kris! This is mine!"

"I just wanna check, sweet tooth." Kris said as it was easy for him to reach the jar, thanking his longer, muscular limbs.

After a few seconds, Kyle eventually relented and gave the jar to Kris, who started turning the jar, inspecting every candy with less enthusiasm than the wolf. Kris whistled as he saw the various colors of each candy. "Damn, this is a lot. You sure you could finish this all?"

"Give me a few days, give or take." It was true, he could probably finish it tonight even, but he would rather not chance a visit to the dentist like last time. "Why? Do you want some? I can share."

"Nah, you know I don't like sweet things that much."

The wolf looked at him, narrowing his eyes as his voice was steady. "You swallow cum."

"Sometimes, yeah!" Kris shouted as the wolf felt those powerful arms press into him. The wolf giggled and the dragon joined him, the two now full-on laughing. The dragon finally let go and placed the jar gingerly on the counter. "Let's eat? I'm starving!" He grabbed the takeout and motioned the wolf to the common room.

"Alright, alright..." Kyle relented as he grabbed the root beer. He stared at the jar of candies before sighing and leaving the room. He'll just get a few later.

The two had dinner in the commons, watching some random show on their shared PawFlix account on the wolf's laptop. The one they chose was a random Spanish telenovela that popped at the wolf's feed and already the two are mesmerized by how stupidly extra the story is.

"Okay, okay, hold on. How many times has the main lead been kidnapped already?"

"Five, and this is still the first season."

The two watched up until midnight, entranced by how...too much everything. Dinner was a quick affair and they were now munching on some snacks before the large dragon decided to call the day off.

"Had to wake up early for practice." He said. Kyle saw the dragon stand up, stretching his powerful, bulging muscles, heaving and flexing before he waved goodnight. "Night, Kyle."

"Good night."

The dragon chuckled. He walked close to Kyle and gave him a powerful hug. The brown wolf blushed, his shaft engorging with blood as the two stayed like that for a few minutes.

The gold-scaled dragon finally let go and patted the wolf's head before going to his room. Kyle simply watched him as he patted his head gently, blushing a bit at the affectionate action as the door closed, leaving the blushing wolf alone.

Kyle leaned on the couch, massaging his crotch. Were it any other day, he would stay up a bit more and watch a few raunchy videos, fapping the rest of the night away as the sight of studly men and the images and feelings of his previous hug from the hunky dragon fogged his mind. He could feel his wolf cock rise up, his boxers bunching up as his 4 inches was on full mast.

Kyle eyed his throbbing bulge, so tempted to whack it then and there, not that the dragon would mind considering what HE had been doing most of the time. But as it was, he was so tired due to exams that he should probably snooze early today.

The chubby wolf sighed and stretched his arms up before cleaning up the place, throwing the trash and putting away his laptop. He did his nightly rituals, enjoying the silence of the room, humming a small little tune before turning off the lights.

As his hand touched the doorknob to his room, he remembered his candies. His tail swung low, looking back and forth to the kitchen and his room.

A few minutes of self-thinking passed before the wolf gently walked back to the kitchen. Kyle saw the jar on the counter, being lit by the moonlight from the window, like a spotlight, giving it some kind of ethereal glow.

Smacking his lips together in contemplation, he decided to have a few sweets tonight. It was his candy anyway, and he was an adult. So as an adult he has full supervision to give himself candy, right?

That was his reasoning on why he opened the jar in the dead of night. The sweet tooth wolf reached out a small piece of green candy, inspecting it before popping it in his mouth. Kyle almost melted as the sweet taste of sugar mixed with the tarty artificial flavorings of green apple hit his mouth. Sighing in content, he eyed the jar and grabbed a couple more, this time red, popping them in and tasting the sweet taste of cherry before promptly closing the lid.

He's not keen on finishing the entire jar on his lonesome at the first night, but man, was he incredibly tempted to do so.

After fully melting the candy and rinsing his mouth with water, he went to sleep, not even realizing his limbs were twitching and his body shaking as he changed slowly but surely...

***

The wolf could already hear the usual noises of the urban jungle once he was close to slipping out of his dreamless sleep. The car horns blaring, the crowd rushing, it was somehow both irritating and relaxing.

Kyle continued to lay down on his mighty back, feeling the comparatively small bed groan against his incredible weight. He looked down, seeing two massive mounds blocking his view and chuckled, the familiar sight of his muscles being huge as always was something he would not get tired of.

The hyper-muscled wolf reached out for his phone and brought it close to his face as much as he would be allowed. He could feel his huge arm muscles, delts and traps bunch up as he eyed the time.

8:10 a.m.

"Huh. That's a bit later than usual." He noted, letting his deep voice rumble the bed and even the floor. Then again, he was used to waking up at an ungodly hour of five in the morning due to his hellish schedule, so maybe he was starting to get healthier in terms of sleep.

"Hopefully..."

The brown wolf sat up, letting his barrel chest bump against his swollen thighs as he did a few stretches. His powerful, muscular arms flexed, his chest pumping from the simple movement to the point that each mound rose farther up, close to covering his entire face with his own mighty bulk. It wasn't long before the wolf worshiped his own bulk comparatively small paws groping each and every bulge he could, his bulging biceps, rising higher than his fist, his deep triceps. He slid his hands underneath his pec shelf and lifted those mounds up, such heavy muscles being pulled down by gravity.

It was then he felt a familiar throbbing coming from his crotch. Kyle chuckled as he slightly thrusted his hips to the air and was greeted with a sight that was considerably just as monstrous as his own almost 700-pound bulk.

"Hello there, little guy."

Kyle liked to call it 'little' but it was anything but. What beheld him was his monster of a cock, 17 inches of throbbing wolf cock peeking below his pec shelf, stretching his custom-sized boxers to its near-limit. The tool was incredibly girthy, almost as thick as his mighty 35-inch thick forearms.

Kyle gently caressed his monster, his paw dwarfed by the absolute tool of sexual destruction. He could feel the large veins around his shaft, filling the cock with blood, his cock throbbed in sync with his heartbeat. He then lowered his paw, to his equally mighty balls. Each orb was too much for his own paw to hold, larger than cantaloupes and incredibly productive.

The hulking wolf merely chuckled, casually acknowledging his usual massiveness as he swung his mighty tree trunk thighs to the side of the bed. With a heave, he stood up, letting his thick, winglike lats hang to the side and pushing his arms so far that his elbows were locked in more than 45 degrees. He could feel his thighs rub against each other as he walked to the center of his bedroom, letting his footfalls shake the room.

Once he was sure he wouldn't accidentally bump into any furniture, he did his usual full body stretches. A twist here, a pull there, slowly but surely the wolf was becoming limber, as much as he could. Sounds of his body groaning filled the room as he continued his usual morning routine.

Meanwhile, his erection simply swung to the sides for every move, his massive pair of balls hitting his tree trunk legs. He chuckled as he looked down, slightly bending down to his waist to see his angry wolf shaft pushing through the fabric.

Kyle wrangled the monster shaft with both of his paws, and he whimpered at the amount of pleasure being sent to him in that simple action. The feeling of his shaft being so big that both his paws weren't enough to cover even half was just so satisfying, even with all the years he had this. He could feel a drop of precum leak and he shakily removed his paws and breathed, trying to calm himself down.

"I'll take care of you, dammit. Calm down for a moment." The massive hulking wolf said. Being this huge and liking it, no, loving it to the point of narcissism was incredibly hard, but it was something he had to get used to ever since his puberty granted him with more than impossible bulkage and length out of nowhere.

Besides, he was humbled by the fact that his height was, at best, average, standing at a mere 5 foot 7. Though it came with the fact that his height highlighted how monstrous his bulk and bulge were even further.

Kyle chuckled as he grabbed his shirt from the foot of his bed. The combination of his huge muscles and his thick coat of fur was enough that wearing a shirt, even in the cold nights, was just too much. Still, he had to be at least presentable when going out of his room.

Boxers threatening to tear wide open notwithstanding.

With a bit of expert maneuvering around, he managed to wear the article of clothing, stretched thin by his bulkage after months of wear. He felt the sleeves only reach half of his mighty delts, the bottom of his shirt unable to cover his monstrous trunk, but it was enough for the wolf.

After all that, he waddled to his closet; his only source of reflection. He smiled as he stood there with his lats pushing his arms away, the little mirror wasn't enough to show off even half of his body, and he had to swing his mighty torso back and forth, just to make sure his thick, brown fur was fine.

In a show of pride, he moved closer to the closet. He could feel his pecs already hitting the furniture, feeling his whole body encompass it and then some. His billowing shoulders reached far to the side, enough to let a person sit on the bulging muscle. His upper arms, still cold and relaxed, were close to its width. His lats, somehow managing to push his arms to the side, were incredibly dense and thick with muscles as thick as steel cables. His pecs, blocking his view down and then some, jutting out more than a foot and a half from his body, bounced against the closet, teetering it ever so slightly. His tree trunk thighs rubbed against each other despite the already wide stance. And of course, there was his monster cock, trapped between the closet and his mighty pecs. He could feel the large, almost melon sized head gush more and more precum. Kyle merely chuckled as he stepped away, studying what he could of his reflection once more.

It was truly awe-inspiring how strong he really was. Truly, this hulking wolf wasn't all fluff, and he could already feel his beast spurting more pre at the sight of this. It was something he could not get used to, even after all these years.

Most certainly not because a few pieces of candy changed him overnight, oh no.

Kyle grinned a bit as he flexed his massive muscles, each pose making his impossibly huge muscles dance, tighten, and harden. He had to admit, Kyle had become somewhat terrified of his body in his early years, his muscles growing without much effort on his end. Clothes being ripped one by one, objects and furniture becoming smaller and smaller against his growing bulk. He had to get used to waddling to get around, his head becoming smaller against his own bulk. It was terrifying.

Though at some point, he heard the compliments from other people, how his biceps can be compared to entire torsos, how his pecs jutted out so far that he was a waddling shelf. And then there were some people who were just interested to come close to his bulking, his physique. He could remember the people worshiping both his muscles and his cock, a certain dragon in the forefront of it all.

Kyle chuckled. In the end, he became used to the bulk, the attention and came off it slightly prouder than ever.

After a few more poses, he ended his posing session with a powerful crab pose. Biceps clashing against his pecs, Traps and delts closing in on his head. He felt his abs tighten, his tree trunk legs bulged. He was a muscle monster through and through and he had never been so proud to be one.

"Haah...alright that's enough." The wolf said, bouncing his immense pecs. Before he could even wonder what else to do, his stomach growled incredibly loud. The hulking wolf laughed, touching what he could reach of his stomach, his pecs and biceps clashing. "Well, guess that's decided then." He then patted his monstrous shaft, tracing the large veins around it. "You wait for a bit, okay? Big wolf's gotta eat."

Kyle simply walked to the door as is, not even bothering wearing some stretchy pants. It's not like he was going anywhere anyway now would his roommate see anything he hasn't. He opened the door and sighed.

"Here we go."

Kyle waddled, turning his body around, then with gentle steps, he let his billowing arm go in first. He could feel the opposite peaks of his arms squeeze through the wooden frame. Once he was done, he moved on to his left pec, maneuvering his bulk around with as much grace his hyper bulk could muster. It was a painfully familiar song and dance, and already he could hear his dragon roommate chuckle and say-

"Need some help there, wide guy?"

"Fuck off." Kyle said as he finally passed through the door. The hulking wolf waddled towards the kitchen, his erection swinging shamelessly. The dragon by the stove just whistled at the sheer display, his grinning face tinged with a bit of redness.

"Showing off this early in the morning, huh?"

"Not like you're one to talk..." the wolf mumbled, feigning interest as he saw the stack of pancakes and bacon on the table. The dragon was currently wearing an apron, a thong that leaves little to imagination, and nothing else, showing off his hunky physique and especially that hefty ass to the admittedly staring wolf.

Kris continued to prepare breakfast despite all this and the wolf ate up the sight of his jock roommate almost naked before ultimately scolding him. "I don't care if dragons are fireproof, wear at least a shirt while cooking."

"And if I don't?"

Kyle narrowed his brown eyes "I'll bury you in my pecs."

Kris grinned. "Don't tempt me with a good time, wide guy."

Kyle stepped forward with his own grin, flexing his lats and making him look even wider. "Correction: I WON'T bury you in my pecs." He bounced his pecs for good measure, each rose and fall just as heavy as it looked. "Now wear a shirt."

Kris merely huffed, adjusting the growing bulge in front of the wolf. He grabbed his shirt by the table and wore it...above his apron. The golden dragon smirked as the wolf glared daggers onto him.

"I hate you."

"I love you too, dude."

The wide Kyle simply shook his head. He grabbed two chairs with his mighty paw, set them beside each other, and sat on them as he waited for his breakfast. His massive glutes would always be too big for one chair so one day his roommate had a bright idea to suggest this. One of his better ideas, that's for sure.

As he sat in front of the table that was just a few inches wider than him, he looked at the dragon, now properly wearing his shirt. It wasn't enough protection, but the dragon knows what he's doing at this point.

Which reminded him...

"Thought you had an early practice today." Kyle eyed the dragon, his sights squarely on that plump ass. He could feel his erection bumping the table underneath as Kris swayed his hips.

"Oh, something came up with the coach so we're having it in..." Kris checked his phone by the counter. "...2 hours. Decided to be a good roommate and cook some breakfast for the widest wolf in the world."

"I'm flattered, really." The drawl in his deep voice was an obvious sign of sarcasm, but his smile was just as present.

The smiling dragon served up a few more stacks of delicious bacon and pancakes, all standing precariously due to how high it was stacked. Kris sat down on the other side of the wolf as he smiled. "Let's dig in!"

And dig in they did. Kyle ate ravenously, shoving strips of bacon and pieces of pancakes like there was no tomorrow. If it wasn't obvious, he needed a lot of food to power up his massive, heaving body. He took a few strips of bacon and shoved it down his jaw, feeling his arms, his pecs, and his delts bunch up. Any little action caused his wide body to flex, it was almost beautiful to look at and the feeling was much better if his twitching cock was to be believed.

Certainly, the feeling of a certain dragon staring at him wasn't helping.

He stopped midway to stare at the dragon. Kris simply stared, eyes shining. It wasn't a rare sight, in fact the horny dragon had done worse things to him.

But seriously, over breakfast?

"Stop looking at me. I'm eating."

Kris smirked, shoving a couple strips of bacon. "Is it wrong? I was just thinking of burying my face against those cannons."

The brown wolf cocked a brow. "Not my pecs, Kris? I'm hurt." Kyle sat up and made a show, bouncing his hefty pecs for the dragon, who merely chuckled.

"Hey, nothing wrong with a bit of variety." Kris smirked, leaning on the table. "Besides, I fully know how massive those pecs are."

"Really?" Kyle teased. He flexed his pecs fully, letting those mounds rise up and cover half of his face, his snout buried by his own masculinity. "You don't want to make sure?"

"Kyle, I have practice." Kris said, his voice strained as he adjusted his own growing bulge. "Can you not?"

Kyle dropped down the act almost immediately, narrowing his eyes on the dragon. "Then stop staring at me!"

"Not my fault you're so big!"

Both wolf and dragon stared, their eyes narrowed as if to challenge the other. Though it barely lasted a minute before the dragon started chuckling. Kyle could barely hold on as well, and both big men were laughing their ass off, their deep voices filling the room.

"Haha...but, seriously. Rain check on that? I have to focus on practice."

"Fair." The two sat back and started eating. Kyle looked over to the dragon, munching a few strips of bacon before talking. "Good luck on the practice, by the way."

Kris smiled. "Thanks, wide guy!"

***

The two finished their meal, just an hour before Kris' practice. Said dragon was already in the showers while Kyle did his share of work and cleaned the dishes.

With gentleness he was immensely proud of, the hulking wolf tenderly scrubbed the plates. His incredibly wide body overshadowed the sink right in front of him, making him smirk. It was always to see how much he outsized everything. If it weren't for his average height, then he would be a titan of lupine muscle.

Not that being a shortstack hulking wolf was any bad. He had acquired a decent amount of admirers and worshipers that loved his hyper muscularity.

One of them was Kris who, back in their freshman years, decided to talk to him back in gym class to have a little 'one-on-one' back in this very dorm. After a saucy night of the dragon worshiping every inch of the wolf's body, Kyle drunkenly talked about not having a place to stay yet and the dragon, laying down and basking at the afterglow, decided to invite him to share dorms and save money.

It was how they ended up in this arrangement and it was something the wolf liked. The two had their own fair share of dates and one night stands with other people, but nothing beats how Kris does it. The way his scaled hands rubbed every inch of his furred muscle, his muzzle pressed against the very crevices of his canyon-wide back, all while the dragon pressed his tall body against his wide one; it was like the wolf could just feel it happening right now...

...and when he heard the dragon moaning, whispering his name right behind him, he realized it's because it was.

Kyle could feel arms wrapped most of his torso, scaled hands underneath his pec shelf and grabbing what they could of his massive chest, the dragon's own chest and gut pressing against his behind. The wolf whimpered as more and more of his body was grabbed, pampered by his roommate, his tail swishing against such a hunky body.

He felt the dragon's head gently rub his traps, the very snout by his ear and he could hear him whispering his name, sending shivers to his whole body. Kyle whimpered loudly when Kris grabbed a handful of his pec muscles, all while gently thrusting his hips against that massive ass of the wolf. Kyle had to grab what he could off the counter, all the while letting his wolf cock come alive, and the spire of masculinity twitching and growing larger by the minute.

"Kris..." Kyle moaned, and Kris responded by breathing by his ear, expecting to whisper his name, to whisper sweet nothings, to forget everything and have another session...

Instead, what he got was a scream. "I'm off, Kyle!"

The wolf cringed, his ears ringing before he even realized the dragon leaving the kitchen, already on the door. "I'll treat you to dinner!" was the last thing Kyle heard before the door slammed shut, leaving the extremely aroused wolf alone.

It took Kyle a while for him to process what just happened, his ears stopped ringing and yet all he could process was...

"OH, FUCK YOU KRIS!" Kyle shouted from the top of his lungs before loosening the grip he had on the countertops that he never realized. His large paws immediately went to grab his erection and the wolf let out a deep moan the instant it made contact.

"God, fuck that guy." He mumbled as he immediately marched towards his door, his shoulders bumping before turning himself sideways to get his bath towel and did the same to the showers. The wide wolf could feel his bulge swaying back and forth, his mighty towering cock swinging like a baseball bat, his balls so achingly full and ready to burst as he entered the showers and removed his boxers so brazenly.

As he locked the door, he accidentally took a large whiff of the inside of the room, and cursed when he smelled the natural musk of the dragon combined with his favorite mint soap. Kyle had to stifle a moan as his painful erection throbbed, the cockhead squirting so much pre.

He whimpered, he really REALLY needs to cum right now. With as much grace as he could muster in his current state, he removed his shirt and boxers, letting his mighty cock swing erect before squeezing himself into the showers, moaning so loud at the feeling of his massive body being too much for the stall. He was incredibly aroused that even the thought of being too big for the shower was enough to send him weak to his knees.

He didn't even bother with the subtleties anymore, he was pent up to the max, his balls sloshing with so much seed. He turned on the shower then pressed his massive cock between him and the wall, his pecs getting a vigorous amount of precum while humping the wall like an animal in heat. His barrel chest bouncing, squeezing his cock, moaning as he felt his own hyper-sized muscles, all heaving and bouncing.

He kept on this pace, worshiping his own mass and his cock. His sloshing nuts bumped against his knees for every thrust, so heavy and full of seed and it was getting worse as his mind grew cloudy with so much arousal.

Kyle began groping his own muscles, all bulging and heaving with so much mass and strength that he could only go further. One hand squeezed his juicy pec, the other on his incredibly detailed abdominals, tracing all the way to the base of his cock.

The hand on his pec was removed as he flexed his arm, licking the very peak, his tongue touching the thick vein running across it. He continued worshiping his body, all the while humping the wall with his twitching cock. His mind traveled to all those people worshiping, imagining his own hands to be of someone else, the water to be the saliva of all those licked his might, all loving his body and worshiping him as the muscle god that he is.

And then his mind wandered further, suddenly those hands became scaled, suddenly he could feel muscled arms wrapping his torso, suddenly he could feel a hard muscle gut. Suddenly, it all became about Kris.

"Shit, FUCK!"

The wolf quickened his pace, just the thought of his dragon roommate sent him into a deeper frenzy. Sure, he was wider, stronger, but there was just something about him that was so enticing, his charism overflowing, his body was sexy as fuck, and the way he touches him was electric.

Those gentle, calloused hands massaging every inch of his bulging muscles, groping his body so lovingly. The wolf could just see the grin on the dragon's face, his hands holding his massive monster, rubbing it up and down. The thought of being in the mercy of this wonderful roommate of his, he could only thrust his hips against the tiled wall, grinding his monstrous shaft against the cool surface. He could feel himself coming close to bursting already, and yet he wanted more. More of his touches, more of Kris, more of that wonderful dragon against his enormous, hulking bulk.

"Ugh...SHIT! KRIS!" The wolf was in pure ecstasy, pecfucking himself against the wall as he let his hands roam his body. He was becoming close, extremely so, and his mind supplied him with the perfect image of Kris, hugging him from behind, preparing to penetrate him with his own massive member, slowly inching closer and closer till it touched his own hole and...!

"F...FUCK!"

He finally felt his wanted release, blasting a godly amount of cum on the wall in front of him. One blast is enough to paint the wall white, and there was more to come, his balls churning still. Each blast, he could feel his massive muscles twitch, his pecs bouncing with the rhythm of his heartbeat, the steel cable-like muscle fibers surrounding his body tightened.

After 5 minutes of nothing but cumming, he was finally spent. Kyle steadied himself, widening his stance; he was not keen on leaning on the walls like last time, especially with how expensive it was to replace almost everything. He could feel his chest rising, blocking his view every so often. The water continued to run its course around his entire body, running deep against the many crevices between his bulging, overblown muscles, all the way down as the water dripped down to the floor.

That wasn't the only thing dripping to the floor.

The wolf looked straight ahead and grinned at the familiar sight of the cum-painted wall in front of him. He chuckled, touching it with his paw and admiring how potent he was. His mirthful chuckling turned into a tired sigh as he scooted out of the shower and grabbed the usual cleaning items, his flaccid cock and now empty balls swinging by his knees.

Kyle looked back to the mess he had made, and then to his own massive, yet dripping wet body, then sighed.

"Welp, time to actually clean."

***

After a lot of scrubbing and soaping, both the wall and his body was thoroughly cleaned up. His brown fur dried up after shaking his immense body, something that he liked to do, especially with his immense muscles shaking along. After a bit more toweling, the newly dried Kyle was now stomping around the room, carrying his laptop with nothing but his boxers. The monster cock hiding against this sole clothing was flaccid, and yet it was still bigger than some people's erect cock with its 10 inch length, even Kris'.

The mere thought of the dragon threatened to chub up his cock once more. "Fuck, not now..." Kyle sighed as he placed the laptop gingerly on the table, deciding to set up for his noontime watching. He intends to use this week-long break purely for relaxing, and what better way than to watch trashy telenovelas in the comforts of his dorm room.

He hadn't sat down yet, however, he still had a few things to do. With his boxers stretching out against his massive glutes and his overbearing bulge, he walked around to grab some snacks in the fridge. He let a paw graze his boxers, feeling it stretch dangerously. It reminded him that most of his clothes were fraying already and he had to order a new batch. "Really should upsize. These things are frail..." He mumbled. All this time, he was satisfied with a size lower from what he really needed to save money, but maybe he should risk the upgrade...

Speaking of budget, Kris probably had a few funds on him if he was treating him to dinner tonight. The hunky dragon wasn't the poorest, his football scholarship helping a lot in saving money, but buying dinner, in particular his, was still a large dent in their wallets considering the amount of food he needed to keep his massive body going.

Which reminds him, his massive body. Kyle checked out his incredibly powerful, 65 inch arms. The peaks rose higher than his head as he flexed it up, and again, and again, feeling the little burn from this little show. The massive wolf, once again, was locked in a cycle of self-worship; his huge muscles flexed for every grope, making him want to grope them even more. It was all so exhilarating to him, and his cock responded by engorging with so much blood, blowing up to 12 inches easily and was still blowing up, twitching and growing.

And then his mind went to his roommate, to his incredibly sexy, giant roommate. He could remember the last session they had, where the dragon had decided to pecfuck him right in his room. The sounds they both made was truly arousing and-

"Ah, fuck." He could feel his throbbing cock becoming full mast once more. The wolf sighed as he released all those thoughts away, not too keen on cleaning the kitchen this time.

With the agility he surprisingly still has, he grabbed a few snacks and carried it all on top of his massive pec shelf. He had to make use of this, he proudly thought, the urge to bounce them incredibly strong. Before he could even leave, though, he became immensely aware of a certain item he just bought yesterday.

Kyle turned to his right, where the jar of candies was placed safely, tucked in the shelf. The wolf smacked his lips in contemplation, but all his thinking lasted barely a minute before he waddled to the jar. Besides, it's not like anyone would dare stop him from getting his little treats.

"I like to see them try." He raised his arms, flexing his massive muscles before letting them rest against his lats. He grabbed the jar gingerly, opened it up and tilted the container down. He saw various colored candies drop down to his paw; some reds, greens, orange, purples, and a singular blue colored candy. He smiled, closing the lid and placing the jar back before grabbing a few more substantial food.

Once he had grabbed enough food to satisfy an entire herd, or in his case, enough till lunch, the massive wolf walked back to the living room and prepared his stuff. With all his food near him, his PawFlix fully set up, he sat down as gently as he could, his bulk filling up the three-seater sofa. Kyle immediately ate his candy first, humming in pleasure once the sweetness hit his mouth, before putting his full attention to the show, popping more and more candy.

Hopefully, Kris won't mind if he went ahead and watched the show without him.

***

So many episodes had gone by and, aside from him cooking up some lunch, the wolf had barely moved from his spot since this morning. An entire pile of trash had accumulated beside him as he continued to watch his little show, engrossed at the absurdity while sitting on the floor, his absurdly massive body too heavy for the couch.

"Didn't think I'd like this show at all."

"Kris will tease us once he finds out."

A head nodded and Kyle chuckled with all three of his heads before going back to his little show. A pair of hands behind his heads, flexing his upper arms, two pairs crossed against his massive pec shelf, while his lowermost pair was rubbing his beanbag-sized bulge. The multi-limbed, hyper muscled cerberus was somewhat enjoying his time just lazing about.

He had to admit, though, it was really boring watching it on his lonesome. Sure he can talk with himself, but it was just all him. No homework to be done, as far as he knew, and no dragon annoying him every after class.

Which reminds him, how long had he been watching shows?

He let one of his arms stretch to the side, grabbing his tablet and bringing it in front of him with a bit of difficulty due to his awe-inspiring mass. He turned it on and was surprised to read the time.

"Wait, it's already 7?!"

"Shit, that long, huh?"

He never had time to process it all before the tablet rang; apparently Kris was calling him, which reminds him that the guy should have been here a few minutes ago. With a flick of his meaty finger, he answered the call, and the image of a tired dragon popped up, waving at him with a smile that belies his state.

"Hey there, big guy! Hungry?"

"Uh, kind of...?" Said Kyle's middle head before his left head continued. "We kinda lost track of time doing something so..."

"Huh, that's surprising. But that's good! Because-"

A lot of shouting and grumbling can be heard on Kris' side and the wolf wondered where the hell he was. Kyle fumbled around with the tablet, his three heads tilting to see the full picture, as if that would help. "Where are you anyway? And why are you taking so long?"

The dragon merely sighed he looked anyway but the camera. He saw Kris hesitate a bit, scratching his head, his bulging biceps proving to be a good distraction for the wolf who was now focused on the feed. "Uhh...so you know the pizza place Myst works at?"

"The usual palace, yeah." The three heads nodded, his necks bulged thicker than his heads as they did so. Myst was a classmate of his in some of his morning classes. The marten was a nice enough guy and admittedly quite curious about wolf body, anyone would be really considering his massive frame and his extra heads and limbs, but unlike the usual encounters, the two hit it off quite well enough, the marten becoming a permanent friend of his.

Going back to the problem at hand, that pretty much solved his first question. "Is there a problem over there?"

Kris didn't have to answer, only moved out of the way from the camera, and suddenly all the noises the wolf heard made sense.

"That...is a lot of pizza."

Towering stacks of pizza boxes as far as his three pairs of eyes can see, all being carried to a large truck. The employees looked pretty tired, they've probably been hauling boxes since a few minutes ago. The wolf was silent, so was the dragon; the only sounds that both could hear were from his laptop and his gurgling stomach.

Three canine heads turned to the dragon, his voice steady. "...Kris, I might be a massive, three-headed hulking wolf, but I don't eat THAT much." Though he had to admit, he wouldn't be opposed to having such a greasy buffet in front of him.

Kris merely guffawed at the notion. "Lucky for you then! Apparently they got a really huge order for some charity party and they've been cooking like a hundred pizzas for an hour now."

"What kind of charity party needs that many pizzas?" Kyle's left head said as his middle and right head placed their attention back to the show he's watching in his PawFlix. "And I guess you ordered quite a while ago?"

"Dunno what kinda party it is but I kinda wanna join!" Kris went back in view, his bright smile making this situation a bit more bearable. "For the second question, yeah, already did. Been waiting here for so long now and-"

Someone out of the call shouted to the big dragon who immediately smiled. "Hold on, Kyle!" The screen immediately showed the face of someone the wolf is familiar with as the dragon held out the phone to a certain marten, his face tired and his green eyes almost drooping...

Still, the marten named Myst smiled as he faced the dragon's phone and waved to the multi-headed wolf. "Oh, hey Kyle!"

"""Hey, Myst.""" Kyle's three heads said in unison, his smiles as wide as his unnatural hulking physique. The marten wiped the sweat off his head and sighed, his smile flattering for just a bit. Kyle's three heads looked at each other, before the right one spoke. "You doing fine there?"

"Not really." Myst sighed as he looked behind him. "Been helping with that huge order you see in the back for half an hour now. I just started my shift and I'm already tired!" And it was obvious. Aside from his admittedly cute face, his usual blue uniform was already slightly wet with sweat. The twink marten fanned himself before continuing. "It's a good thing it was just cheese pizzas with no toppings or I would have lost my mind."

"I think I would lose my mind if I ate that many cheese pizzas." Kris said in the background, crouching down to meet with the marten's height, who's shorter than him by a foot and a half. "Not even a thin slice of pepperoni in each one?"

"Nope, all cheese."

"Disgusting." The wolf said, his two other heads nodding as if to emphasize his own thoughts. He heard laughter coming from his tablet as he adjusted his position, crossing his remaining six arms against his massive pec shelf.

"Anyways, I was just gonna tell Kris that he could go ahead." Myst said as he looked up to the dragon. "I'll just deliver the pizza after a quick break, so just wait there instead of here."

"Hell yeah! Thanks dude!" The dragon took the phone from the marten's hands, who immediately went back to the shop. "So, uh yeah. See you soon!"

Kyle merely nodded his three heads and ended the call. The hulking cerberus sighed, his monstrous chest inflating and stretching his tank top before leaning against the couch. Kyle could hear it groan against his more than half ton weight, thankful that he was merely leaning less than his back on the entire couch rather than sit on it. He was simply too big.

Speaking of, Kyle let two pairs of hands under his traps that already towered over his heads, one pair fondling those overstuffed pectorals and the last one on his person-sized bulge. He felt the hems on his poor stretched up underwear already fraying against his mighty tool and size.

"Remind me to order clothes first thing tomorrow."

"We'll probably forget it again anyway."

The three headed wolf sighed. Clothes had always been a problem for the gigantic wolf. His height of 7 foot 9 was already making it hard for him to find decent clothes, and then there was his absolutely monstrous one ton weight, all of it because of his bulging, perpetually pumped muscles.

And THEN there were his numerous limbs and heads. His three heads and monstrous eight arms made sure he could only wear side-cut tank tops, not to mention each of his arms are more than twice as thick as a regular person, each limb condemned to grind against their brethren, to fight for space that he was already lacking.

And then there were his cocks and balls, four masculine spires filled with so much size and heft. His two pairs of balls were almost as big as a bean bag and pushed his four shafts forward. The poor boxers were strained to contain him.

The wolf sighed from his three heads. His pitiful amount of clothes already costs a lot. At this point, a certain dragon's joking suggestion of just going naked...

"I'm back, Kyle!"

Speak of the devil.

"That was quick." Kyle said as he used 4 of his hands to push himself off the floor. The monster of a canine stood up and up to his full height, his ears and traps close to hitting the ceilings. He stretched his body, his numerous arms bullying and getting in the way of each other, his heads being covered by his bulging mass as creaks groan filled the room.

"Basically ran all the way here." Kris said, clearly out of breath

That makes sense, the pizza place was at least a ten minute walk from here. The wolf had to lean down from his waist so he could see the dragon immediately tackling him and hugging what he could of his massive body.

"Wha-! "Kris!" "Where-!" All three of the wolf's heads stuttered and Kris just laughed as he tried to lift Kyle's heavy pecs from underneath using his arms, the wolf blushing even further as he could feel his massive bulge twitching.

If Kris noticed, he didn't care. In fact the dragon went all in. Kyle could feel Kris' head press against his looming pecs, muscled arms wrapping what he could. Kyle could wag his twin tails, his three heads blushing.

One would think that the monstrous form of the wolf would scare anyone, but the dragon took this with stride, even smiling and being so considerate about his...needs. Really, the giant, three headed, eight-armed, one ton wolf would never find another roommate as good as him. Especially the sex they have sometimes.

Oh boy, the sex. The first time the dragon walked to him while he was eating lunch, the dragon immediately invited him to have a night in his dorm. The wolf merely smirked, his three heads looking at the jock dragon as he stood up and towered over the poor guy. He could remember the dragon whimper at the sight of the brown-furred, eight-armed, hulking cerberus, before smirking at the challenge posed in front of him

It was...a really good first meeting, all things considered, and pretty much the reason he's living in the dragon's dorms. It was a good thing the dragon was rich enough to have a dorm with higher ceilings. Of course, the wolf ain't no freeloader, but the dragon was always treating him with food and that made him feel guilty at times.

"I just missed my big wolfy~" Kris said as he pressed his head deeper in the wolf's cleavage, his decent-sized arms trying to grab those absolutely massive mounds, only getting less than half of it all. The wolf, still blushing, chuckled, letting the dragon relax as he grabbed him gently, two pairs of hands on his shapely legs, one pair on his tight waist, and the last one on the torso as he carried the dragon back to the couch.

Kyle heard the dragon let out a playful "whee~" and he just shook his three heads as he gently let Kris go, the dragon gently placed on the one seater couch.

"Ah, that was great..."

The towering, hulking wolf smirked at the sight of the tired dragon, reminiscent of their...nightly ventures as he took his previous position before resuming his PawFlix. The room was quiet for a minute before the dragon let out a scandalous gasp, the wolf jumping a few centimeters.

"You watched the show without me?!"

"""Yes.""" All three heads of Kyle said as the dragon dramatically leaned on the couch, his hand on his head.

"Oh, why would you betray me like this? My darling, Kyle. The light of my life." Kris said as he recited one of the character's lines word-for-word and the two just laughed at the absurdity of it all.

"I'll get us some beer. Be right back." Kris said as he stood up and went to the kitchen. Kyle merely watched with all three of his heads and sighed contently. The giant wolf really appreciated Kris for casual moments like these sometimes. The dragon came back with his haul of two packs of root beer. With a flourish the hunky dragon surprisingly had, he grabbed and threw three cans to his roommate, who simply grabbed it with his three left hands.

"Thanks." Kyle's left head said. The sizzling of four newly-opened cans filled the space as the two drank their drinks, sighing and relaxing. The dragon even more so as he simply leaned on the couch hard, his head staring at the ceiling.

The three-headed wolf heard Kris' tired sigh as he looked down a bit, meaning to see over his massive delts and pecs. "Tiring day?" The left head asked.

"Yeah..." The dragon groaned as he stretched his shoulder around, the wolf getting a glimpse of Kris' powerful, tired muscles flexing. "Coach had us run drills for hours. My body's all beat up..."

"Gonna work hard for that bear dick, I guess." "It's gotta be worth it."

"Don't think it's worth it at this point. My body's all sore..."

"What if this is his plan all along?" "Making Kris tired all day?" "Yeah."

"Then he's smarter than I thought."

"""You're just dumb."''"

"Haa...yeah, maybe..." Kris sighed. He took one long swig of his drink, crushed the can with his hands and grabbed another one.

Kyle's heads looked at each other, then to the tired dragon. One hand on his root beer, another massaging his hunky body. Kris grimaced a bit, his arm twitching as he tried to reach for his back. The three heads nodded to himself and stood up, hearing the couch groan as it was relieved of the wolf's partial weight.

"Hmm? Kyle?" Kris said as the wolf stood behind the dragon, looming over him like the massive, hyper muscular giant that he was as crouched down a bit before letting his meaty paws rest on Kris' shoulders and massaged it tenderly.

"What are yo-oh, god..." The dragon practically melted on his seat as he felt the wolf's plentiful hands massage his body. Two hands each on his sore arms, rubbing his upper arms and forearms with such gentle strength one wouldn't expect with how much mass he carried. Another pair was on his back, sausage-like fingers circling around the very mounds of his back. And Kyle's last pair of hands was busy on his front, massaging and kneading Kris' pecs, all the way to his beer gut.

Kyle could hear the dragon sigh in content, practically enjoying his little massage. Kyle let Kris fix the way he sat so that the wolf would get a much better view of his entire body, and boy did Kyle get it. His three heads staring down on Kris' deliciously buff body as he continued to mindlessly massage him. It was therapeutic, at least that was the intention, but now the massage session slowly but surely turned into a worshiping session. The mighty, hulking wolf groping each and every bulging muscle of the dragon, humble in size in comparison to his bloated muscles.

The hands on Kris' body was becoming incredibly stimulating for both the wolf and the dragon. They two friends with benefits groaned, their libidos rising in a steady pace. Kyle let his hands roam all over the dragon's body, feeling the firm muscles underneath that delicious layer of fat. The two were pent up, their arousal at its peak. The wolf could feel his cocks bulge, his balls getting fuller and fuller until-

*DING**DING*

The two jumped at the sudden noise, the dragon even screaming at the top of his lungs. They heard the doorbell once more as they looked at the door, then to themselves. The room was silent, before the first chuckles were let out from the dragon. The wolf followed, which cued both of them to laugh out loud like maniacs. Kyle even fell down, his legs unsteady at the absurdity of their situation as his massive rump caused a small quake on the entire room.

Their laughter continued as Kris stood up, still feeling mirthful and incredibly horny after all that happened. He looked back to see the three-headed wolf slowing down as well.

"I'll...haha, I'll get that..." Kris said as he walked out to get the door, but not before making a show of readjusting his bulge in front of the wolf, showing his meaty bulge and shaking it.

"""Fuck you!""" Kyle said with all three of his heads, and the jock merely laughed all the way to the door. The massive wolf pushed himself off the floor, using his mighty lower pairs of arms to help him stand up. Once in his full height once more, he could feel his traps grazing the ceiling. Kyle simply shook his three heads and let four of his hands touch the ceiling, his meaty paws covering quite a lot. He had been thinking of moving to another place that has higher ceilings and doors. It was tempting, that was for sure...

...but that would mean leaving the dragon alone, and as much as he could be a pain in the ass sometimes, he enjoys this friendship he had with him.

And yes, the sex and free lodgings and food might have helped, but obviously he won't say that out loud.

The three-headed wolf lumbered towards the door where the tall dragon leaned on the door frame. He could hear him talk so happily with another familiar voice.

"Seriously, little guy, thanks a lot!"

"You're welcome, Kris."

The dragon was leaning down to fit his tall, hunky physique on the doorframe, while the former had to look up to talk to the towering dragon eye to eye.

And then Myst has to tilt his head higher up as a massive figure casted a shadow on them both. He smiled as he saw the familiar frame of his friend. "Hey there, Kyle! I got your pizzas!"

"You're a lifesaver, Myst." Kyle said as he eyed the stack of boxes of pizza by the thin marten's side. His shorter friend, now blushing at the compliment, was wearing a fresh uniform, the marten probably had a change of clothes before coming here.

"Yeah, I bet you're starving already." Myst said with a smile on his face. "Like I said, sorry it took so long. That previous order was huge."

"Nah, it's fine, dude!" Kris said as he was about to push the trolley inside but Kyle got to it first. Kris and Myst both stepped aside for the wolf. The two saw how Kyle had to kneel down and twist his body against the door frame just to fit in. He then grabbed half of the stack of pizzas; one massive paw on the top, bottom and each side. He did the same on the other half until all eight of his hands were occupied. Carrying all those boxes requires no effort from him, barely breaking a sweat as his muscles slightly bulged.

It would have been an awe-inspiring sight, if it weren't for the wolf struggling to get back in. The wolf had to twist and turn to fit himself onto the frame, and with all his hands occupied, he was having more problems than ever.

Kris chuckled when he saw the wolf having a hard time fitting back. "Need help there, big guy?"

"""Fuck off!"""

The dragon laughed out loud, and even Myst dared let out a chuckle, silencing himself when Kyle's three heads faced him.

"You too, Myst?"

"Hehe...sorry Kyle. It was kinda funny..."

After a few more twisting and turning the wolf finally got inside, pizza boxes in his hands. "I'll put these inside now. Bye, Myst!" He nodded to the both of them and walked away.

"Thanks, big guy! So anyway, what was that order..."

The wolf could barely hear the conversation now, his mouths already watering as the savory smell of the pizzas wafted around his three noses. Kyle set the stack of boxes neatly on the living room table, taking count as he opened each and every one. There were 16 of them, 4 of each flavors both the wolf and dragon liked.

The giant, musclebound hulk eyed each box, his three heads frantically looking as he grabbed three slices from random boxes, one for each mouth. He took a bite and basically melted at the greasy yet delicious food, so much so that he scarfed all three slices almost instantly. The wolf was about to grab more when the dragon walked in.

"Wow...already eating without me?" Kris said as he jumped on the lone couch and grabbed a slice from one of the open boxes.

"""You're too slow."""

"My running record says otherwise."

The two laughed before eating in relative silence. It didn't last however, the dragon once again told stories about his practice, his loud voice drowning the voices from his laptop as they watched more of the telenovela.

The tired dragon, for his part, lasted a bit longer than usual before finally hitting the showers. The cerberus continued gulping down the remaining pizzas, still feeling a bit peckish despite eating more than half of the pizzas bought. He had to eat so much as always, and yet he only gained enough fat to layer his monstrous muscles to make them soft and plump.

Kyle decided to do a bit of multi-tasking; cleaning the mess made as his two heads scarfed down all the remaining pizzas. Two hands holding three slices of pizza on top each other, feeding himself as he nommed on them ravenously as his six other hands carried the boxes and cans and threw them all in the trash.

Kyle stretched his enormous body, his 90 inch arms bulging, arms clashing against each other as they crowded his sides. His looming pecs had made sure he could never look down, not without bending from his waist. He let his lower pairs of hands roam his cobblestone abs, stone-sized bumps just as hard as concrete. He let fingers graze the crevices of his waist and he chuckled, his pecs and delts and traps surging a bit and trapping the three heads deep in their rising mass. The middle head, not busy with chowing down on some greasy food huffed with pride.

Sure, he hadn't worked out at all, his mass simply the result of his weird ass genes, but there was no helping being proud of his body, and a lot of people showed how much they appreciated his body as well. The wolf has had various dates at some nights, mostly with a group of people as one man alone can't handle his massive muscles, his towering frame, and his collection of ass-clenching cocks.

Well, besides Kris of course.

The wolf got distracted as he heard the bathroom door open. The middle head was about to say something, but his jaw dropped at the sight. The right and left ones followed suit, almost dropping the pizzas on their mouths as Kyle saw the beautiful erotic sight of Kris naked.

Sure, he had seen Kris naked. Hell, they fucked a few times already. But just seeing the dragon being naked so casually, drops of water traveling from his meaty torso, down to his muscular thighs was a sight that made his bulge almost erupt.

If Kris was really tired, then surely he wouldn't tease the massive wolf like this, but here he is; flexing his own set of heavy muscles, his arms bulged, his pecs heaved, his muscle gut clenched as he let out a relaxed sigh. Kris was literally flexing for his wolf roommate and the slight grin on his face meant that he knew how hot he is in the eyes of his wolf friend. Kyle gulped as his beanbag sized bulge throbbed bigger and bigger, threatening to rip the material apart.

"Welp! That was a good shower." He said so casually, like he didn't just make the wolf horny. But the teasing grin on his face betrayed what he really felt as he shook his ass, his tail swinging side to side as he walked closer to the wolf.

Kris stood in front of the wolf, their size difference apparent. Kyle was taller, bigger, more muscular than the dragon, but the dragon's charisma and charm made the wolf weak to his knees. Even more when Kris touches Kyle's growing erections, the poor wolf's boxers straining the might contained within as the dragon smirked. "Good night~"

The dragon then slapped the oversized bean bag-sized crotch in front of him, making the wolf whimper as he walked with the swagger of someone who could make a larger man weak to his knees. The door then finally closed, the dragon finally in his room and it was like the wolf forgot to breathe. His three heads inhaled simultaneously, filling his lungs and making his already massive chest inflate. He then exhaled, releasing all that air as his heads moaned a bit, rubbing his sensitive bulge with his lower four hands.

The three heads looked at each other, then to the still dirty living room. The wolf could hear his lupine balls already churn, becoming full with his potent seed...

Kyle looked at his heads, to his hands, then to his surroundings before sighing. He'll just clean this up tomorrow...

***

The wolf lumbered towards their own bedroom as fast as he could. He had to duck to fit their towering frame, and to turn sideways to fit all their massive bulk and massive bulge before he finally closed the door. Kyle ripped off his tank top with four of his hands then immediately laid down on his two king-sized mattress bed, groaning against his ton weight. The wolf moaned from his three heads once his back collided with the mattress, his mountainous back just slightly wider.

The wolf hesitated a bit before ripping off his boxers with his four lower hands, letting his four towering two-foot cocks sprang into action. Kyle's three heads moaned as their giant spires of masculinity hit their massive pecs, his four cocks twitching for every breath, coating his massive chest with pre, dripping down to his bed and his entire body.

Kyle wanted to savor this moment, wanting to caress his cocks with his plentiful hands, but he has needs and he wants it now.

Without any preparation, all of Kyle's three heads took one massive cock each on the mouth, pushing the massive melon-sized head inside their jaw. Kyle deeply moaned, his chest rumbling as he pushed the lone remaining cock in between his beach ball sized pecs before thrusting his hips up and down.

The sounds of the bed groaning against his mighty weight were effectively drowned by his whining and moaning. His mouths were filled by his cockheads being pushed deeper and deeper down his throats. The buckling of his hips had gone even wilder, the feeling of arousal rising as his cocks were pleasured by himself and only by himself. He let his four upper hands roam over his hyper muscular physique, worshiping his entire divine frame, feeling each muscle bugle for every action. His lower hands were busy stroking his cocks, feeling the pencil-thick veins surrounding his spires, jerking himself off and those inhuman cannons. The amount of pleasure he could give to himself, with all these arms and cocks and heads was something he himself could only do.

The giant cerberus could feel pre filling up his throats, his singular stomach filling up, pushing their round dome of a gut further and further against their body. The feeling made their four churning balls even more productive, already hanging over the edge of the bed with how large it had become. It seems it will be another massive blast as always.

And yet the wolf teased himself more, his mouths making dutiful work pleasuring his three cock. Kyle squeezed and flexed his gargantuan pecs, his three mouths letting out a deep moan as their remaining cock got pleasured to high hell, pre coating the top of his pec shelf and dripping down to the side, coating their upper torso with his precum. He could feel his herculean body weakening, his arousal reaching its usual peak. His humongous muscles all bulged, making it hard for him to fully worship himself, and yet he continued to do so.

Biceps and triceps bigger than his head twice over clashing against one another, his wide back surged against his bed, his heads sank lower against his groaning frame as more and more pleasure and arousal filled the wolf. Two hands pressed against his growing stomach, pushing his dicks away from his hungry mouths. He had to sit up and lean down to continue to give himself a blow job, the monstrous canine continued to defy mortal limits.

Kyle's moans became more and more erratic, his heads managed to take the entirety of the cock head and yet he continued to take more and more of his tools. His tongue licked, his hands grabbed, the regular person would have fainted with the amount of pleasure but this was common for him; a man of his weird frame requires a lot of needs, something he could fulfill on his lonesome.

He felt his balls lurch, as he continued to pleasure himself. Continuing to pecfuck and oral himself as he felt himself so close to climax.

Kyle sped up as much as he could. The bed was creaking loudly faster and faster, almost threatening to break down, as the wolf could feel it...so close.

And then he hit his climax, and all three mouths of his got filled by just one blast, the other cock deep in between his pecs blasting his heads and even the wall behind him with his virile seed.

All three heads kept on swallowing more and more of his fresh cum. He could feel his stomach bulging, his slightly defined muscle gut being pushed with so much of his seed inside. He let all of his hands hold the growing belly as each blast could fill a two liter bottle with ease. His throats were burning with such actions but he just wanted to feel his belly inflate with so much of cum. His three heads looked at each other, as if preparing himself for more to come.

And there was so much more, liters upon liters of hot wolf seed was swallowed till the belly was bigger than Kris. The sheer thought of his hot dragon roommate made him lurch even more, his balls filling up for a second before it all comes down to one massive blast.

It lasted a good 5 more minutes till he could feel himself well spent, flopping his legs on the poor bed as he finally let go of his cocks on his mouths. His towering wolf shafts stood lazily as they flopped slowly to his wide thighs. His three heads just kept on heaving, his massive chest rising till all they saw were his own mass, gasping for air as he used four of his lower hands to prop himself against the wall. It was then they felt something sticky on their back fur and they groaned, knowing what it was.

"Haah...that was..."

"Yeah...probably should have...pointed it to the ceiling..."

"Think that would be worse..."

He didn't bother reaching for his back, he could barely reach his own traps due to his limbs being so bloated. Instead, Kyle focused on his cum-filled stomach, the absolutely large belly surging past his deep and thick pec shelf, almost thicker than he is wider. He could feel cum sloshing on his belly as he chuckled, squeezing his cum-inflated stomach with his many hands.

After a few more minutes, he looked at the clock on the other side of the room.

It was an hour after midnight. He looked around and saw that the vicinity near him is almost clean, besides a few drops of cum. The only messy thing really is the wall behind him and his sheets. He contemplated, looking at his heads as he bounced ideas with himself.

"We should at least clean the wall."

"Can we clean ourselves too?"

"Do we have time? It might last at least an hour."

"Not like we do much around here..."

After minutes of this, he had decided to fully clean himself and the wall behind his bed. As much as they want to, they would rather not have cum dripped on his faces while he was sleeping.

With a bit of effort, he stood up, his lumbering, towering frame, now even more intimidating with the addition of his massive belly. He could feel his cockheads slightly grazing the ground, barely even soft, but he has no time to wear boxers. Besides, he will take a quick rinse anyway.

With a few labored steps, his belly shaking with all his cum, he went on to clean himself and his room.

***

"It's really nice that we have all these hands."

Kyle had to agree to himself. Sure, the size of these limbs of his was unwieldy at times, but the extra limbs proved to be helpful at times.

Like right now. Four of his hands were scrubbing the walls off with cum while his lower pairs were busy cleaning up the bed. While he only needed to fold the dirty sheets and replace them, the walls were more of a trouble. He had already used so many rags and buckets and there was still so much cum.

"Let's prepare a condom next time."

"Like that would help."

"Nothing could handle us, we already tried."

Conversation between himself made the errand quick, and at the end he had used almost all of the rags available and filled most of the buckets. He carried it all to the bathroom, gingerly walking so as to not wake the dragon up.

"He surely heard it all."

"He's probably fapping right now."

"Can you two stop?"

After placing all the buckets and rags in a corner with the intent to clean it all up tomorrow morning, he decided to take a deep clean.

The process of cleaning himself was fast, as fast as his massive body could muster, at least. With a sturdy bath brush on each hand, he scraped off all the cum on his thick muscles, making sure to scrub thoroughly to get the tougher spots before it dried off. The wolf scrubbed hyper-sized arms, his canyon back before he set the brushes aside to lovingly lather his front; two hands on each pec, and all four on his cum-gilled gut, enjoying the heft of each massive muscle.

He was thankful the showers were incredibly wide, else he would have to resort to just using the showerhead to clean himself so agonizingly slow. The lack of hot water was sad, but the wolf was used to his near-midnight cleanups anyway, especially when he gets to a horny rut like earlier.

The heads sighed as the image of the dragon passed by before shaking their heads, furry cheeks grinding against each other as he let water flow on his yards wide back. He hummed, making his massive pec shelf tremble as he felt water travel in between the crevices of his mountainous muscles, he dared flex all of his arms, making his body immobile for just a moment as his arms bulged with so much fervor. The three-headed wolf chuckled, enjoying the feeling of muscles against muscles before relaxing.

He got out of the shower, fur incredibly heavy and wet. He felt his two pairs of massive nuts and four soft cocks almost grazing the floor. He stretched his limbs to the side, feeling the water dripping from his fur. Kyle looked over to his other heads, all three grinning as he took his stance and shook his massive body hard. His hyper limbs flailing, his pecs bouncing as he dried himself off much faster than a towel would.

Afterwards, he stood up straight and flexed his mighty body, all his limbs bulged, biceps rising higher than his clenched fists, bumping against triceps so deep. His pecs flexed and covered his three heads in tandem with his traps. His belly surged thicker, the outline of his abs showed beyond his fur. The wolf took another flex, focusing on his mighty thighs, ballooning with so much mass that pressed against each other. With all these actions, his cocks responded almost instantly, lengthening a bit.

"""Shit!"""

The wolf immediately relaxed his body, taking deep, calming breaths before he would need to have another session. He rather not have a repeat of earlier morning, where he almost flooded the showers with his cum. Once his cocks steadied, he sighed.

"Let's...just go to sleep."

Kyle's two heads nodded. And so he lumbered out of the bathroom, grabbing a towel on the way out of habit and hanging by the base of his cocks. He, however, took a small detour to the kitchen to get a glass of water, but his right head took notice of a certain item he bought yesterday.

The candies.

Kyle stopped, his focus squarely on the jar, looking incredibly small even from here. He remembered handling the thing, so tiny and yet so full of delicious sweets. Now though, the jar was almost half-empty.

"Or half-full."

Right, and he had a few earlier, but he was already thinking of having a few more. The wolf looked at his heads and shrugged his mighty shoulders. It wouldn't hurt to have a little sugar before sleeping, right?

So he opened the jar and poured himself three handfuls of candies, not caring about the flavors and how many. He inhaled the candies with such speed, flavors upon flavors mixed with the taste of cum in his mouths as he closed the jar.

"Oh right, our mouths." One head smacked his mouth, the taste of cherry mixed with cum was...admittedly not a bad combination. Still, it meant that he had to brush his teeth, too...

All three heads sighed. "We'll brush our teeth later." One head said as he gently placed the jar back on the counter and went to his bedroom. With new sheets and a now-spotless wall behind him, Kyle let his massive body rest, his three heads sharing one large pillow stuck between his and his towering traps as the mighty beast slumbered.

His snores filled the room, the beast already in deep sleep. Incredibly unaware of two sets of eyes looking at him at the rooftops...

***

"That's him, right?"

"See anyone else that has multiple heads and arms and a massive body, boss?"

Helios huffed, staring at the man standing close behind him. The brown furred hyena was this close to throwing the binoculars at the raccoon-kobold, whose shit-eating grin served to annoy Helios even more.

"What? Something I said, boss?"

"Fuck you, Procyon."

"I mean, if you want to..." Procyon merely shrugged his shoulders as he walked closer to the edge of the rooftop they were in. The two were inspecting a certain apartment, days after Procyon reported his successful transaction of a certain item to a certain wolf.

The hyena merely went back to looking over his binoculars, his sight firmly set to a certain herculean, multi-limbed cerberus. Helios could feel his pants tenting at the mere sight of the sleeping giant.

"Goddamn, he looks huge...."

The coon-bold chuckled. The man beside him was, in many ways, an enjoyer of large men, and it rang true as Helios' dark gold eyes shone bright despite the night sky. He could even see drool dripping from his muzzle.

The Shard shook his head as he conjured a napkin with a snap of his fingers. "Napkin for the thirsty?"

"Fuck off." And yet Helios took the napkin gently, wiping off the slobber from his face. With a snap of his own fingers, the binoculars were gone and he stood up to his full height, three inches taller than the incredibly buff raccoon-kobold. "I didn't think those candies would be this...potent."

"Gotta say, I'm surprised as well, considering it was your first time making an enchanted item. Seems you have a knack for this, boss." The coon-bold saw a glimpse of pride on his boss' face and chuckled, wrapping a muscled arm around the yeen's shoulders. He felt Helios flinch against his limb before pulling him down to his level, whispering to his ears with his rough, deep voice. "Guess the boss' quite kinkier than us three expected~"

"Told you so." Helios bluntly said, as he pushed away the coon-bold. After so many teasing and...passionate sessions, the hyena was now slightly immune to their continuous ribbing to their boss.

Big emphasis on slightly.

Procyon could only grin at how much Helios was blushing. If he could read his mind, then his mind would have been swarmed with foul words.

The hyena sighed, switching to another topic. "I guess he hadn't finished the entire thing, huh?"

"Probably." Procyon agreed, looking around as the world shifted under their feet. Helios had to steady himself against the Shard and he let him, no teasing necessary. The room occupied by the wolf and the dragon had somehow teleported itself to the ground floor, though the coon-bold was unsure if the hyena knew. "Don't know how strong you made those candies, boss, but I think he's at least half way to eating it all."

The hyena thought to himself, crossing his arms against his chubby body, tapping his foot into the concrete. Procyon simply watched as the boss thought of something.

And then, Helios smiled.

Then grinned. Deviously.

"I...got an idea."

Procyon brightened up, imitating the devious grin his boss had with his own set of sharp teeth. "Oh, do tell, boss."

The hyena snickered to himself, grinning like a madman as he stared at the wolf's previous room. Procyon wasn't even able to correct him before the yeen snapped his fingers, disappearing right before his eyes.

Procyon huffed, annoyed for being ignored before he eyed the building, and a few seconds later the yeen came back growling.

"First floor, boss." Procyon didn't even stutter, his shit-eating grin directed to his fuming boss. The hyena sighed heavily, conjuring his binoculars for a minute to check if his companion is right before making it disappear and teleporting once more. The raccoon-kobold could only chuckle as he waited for his boss to return, tapping his foot.

He didn't have to wait for long, though. A few minutes passed and Helios came back, looking incredibly proud of himself.

Procyon cocked a brow. "That was fast. Already done, boss?"

"Oh, hell yeah." Helios smugly said, wiping dust away from his paws as he pocketed them in his hoodie pocket. Procyon was about to ask what he did, but Helios spoke first.

"Say, I'm getting a bit hungry, Procyon. How about we go home?" Helios had a shit-eating grin plastered in his face. "Besides, Eltanin promised he'll whip up some chicken for later, and I can't wait!"

Procyon merely narrowed his crimson eyes at his boss before he laughed out loud at that. Seems like his boss was finally starting to embrace the chaos. With the hyena hugging his hulking form tightly, the raccoon-kobold prepared his scaled hand. "Ready?"

"Yup! Let's go home!"

"Your wish is my command, Helios."

And in one snap of the raccoon-kobold, the two strangers to Kyle's life disappeared...

***

The beast and the dragon continued to slumber, the jar quietly tucked in the corner.

It was completely full.