In Dog Years by Moonshade

In Dog Years

Moonshade, Age Progression, Bestiality, Boy, M/M, M/solo, Transformation, Underage, Werewolf, Wolf

In Dog Years Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by Xakrai

A cool summer breeze blew through the screens on the windows, filling the house with fresh air after the long, hot day. Crickets were buzzing in the yard and the sky was a rich periwinkle as the sun had set beneath the horizon Stars were emerging in the heavens above and the large moon hung in the sky, seeming so close to the Earth when it was at the horizons. Zack hung over the back of the worn out couch in the dining room, looking at the moon and feeling the breeze. He was six years old and terribly bored. Shaggy blond hair framed his young head, so dark it was practically brown. His large eyes were a mix of blue and green that was reminiscent of mountain streams. His lips were rosy, his cheeks round. He was the epitome of cuteness. Zack sighed softly, his open mouth revealing he was in the midst of exchanging some baby teeth for permanent ones. Zack climbed down from the back of the couch to sit on the cushion, looking across the dining room and into the living room on the other side of the house. "You're kidding.... No! That's absolutely the worst!" The teenage girl giggled, the cell phone clutched to her head. She had been going on like that for an hour already. Zack didn't really understand why his parents chose Lauren as the babysitter, she never paid any attention to him and she never did any of the chores. The garbage can was still full from dinner. Zack's eyes widened, that was something he could do. Maybe it would be less boring. Even with his short legs it didn't take Zack long to cross the dining room and move into the kitchen. He opened the cabinet beneath the sink quietly and drew out the overstuffed bag of garbage. It was a perilous job since the bag was almost as big as he was, but the challenge was fun. Zack tugged the bag up off the ground and walked step by step to the back door. He eased the screen door open, hesitating when it squeaked but Lauren showed no signs of pursuit. Zack toddled out of the door, the bag getting caught as the door closed on it before he tugged it free. Once that was done the young boy headed down the two cement stairs and along the narrow cement path that led across his back yard. There was plenty of room in the back yard, lots of grass... but it wasn't all that exciting. High wooden fences lined either side and a chain link fence ran along the back of the yard, adjoining an alleyway that ran between the houses. The gravel was thick and only the garbage trucks used the alley much. After making it across the yard, Zack faced his greatest challenge yet... The gate latch. Zack set the bag down carefully so it wouldn't spill out before he put the tip of his shoe into one of the chain links, then the other, climbing up part way. He reached and batted his hand at the latch before it opened and the gate swung out into the alley with Zack on it. He grinned, feeling rather accomplished. After climbing down he retrieved the garbage bag and moved into the alley, the gravel crunching beneath his feet. Gleaming yellow eyes peered out from the darkness upon hearing the noise. A wet nose sniffed the air before a tongue licked canine lips. In the shadow of the neighbor's big truck, a figure rose up onto four legs, watching Zack. Zack climbed up onto cinder blocked behind the garbage can and lifted the lid off, letting it rest against the fence before he bent down and picked up the bag. The form in the shadows began moving out, paws crunching into the gravel. Zack looked around, but saw nothing. It was hard for the boy to keep his balance as he maneuvered the bag over the rim of the garbage can but at last his task was done. He let go and the bag tumbled in, landing with a clang. Zack eagerly replaced the lid of the garbage can and moved down the cinder blocks. The canine clad in shadows saw its chance slipping away. It sped up, running along the gravel. Zack made it through the gate and back into his yard, the gate shutting with a click behind him. The young boy had made it half way back to the house when he heard the gate click behind him again. Zack turned around, green eyes widening when he saw the gate open, a huge wolf standing between the alley and the yard. It was the biggest dog Zack had ever seen, easily as tall as he was, golden eyes soaking in the sight of the boy. Silver and white fur adorned the wolf's body, his tail hanging low. "Hey there puppy... What are you doing in our yard?" Zack asked conversationally, both afraid and amazed. The wolf moved closer, large paws so wide they landed on either side of the narrow cement walkway. It didn't seem to be growling, Zack decided it was worth a try. He walked towards the wolf, reaching out. The wolf hesitated but the young boy's hand came down on its muzzle, rubbing the fur before moving to scratch the chin. The fur on the wolf's chin was unusually long and the beast seemed to pant in delight as Zack played with it. Zack chuckled before he crouched down beneath the wolf, looking along his furry belly. Dangling from between his hind legs was a heavy sack and a fully engorged, glistening red penis. Zack eased back up to his feet. "I guess you're a boy, huh?" Zack asked, rubbing the wolf's head again. The wolf panted happily, its tongue hanging out. Zack grinned, moving to pet the lupine's neck. The wolf turned, pressing its muzzle into the boy's groin. Zack giggled and pushed the wolf's head away. The wolf growled before putting its muzzle right back there. He opened his mouth and his long tongue came out. Soon the wolf was licking Zack's crotch. "Stop it, you'll get my pants messy..." Zack said, trying to shove the wolf off but the wolf wouldn't stop. Zack whimpered and then he turned to head back toward the house. The wolf lowered to the ground, growling. Zack didn't like the sound of that. He broke into a run but the wolf bounded after him. The boy let out a muffled scream as he was tackled, the wolf rolling with the boy until they landed in the bushes under the dining room window. A powerful clawed hand knocked Zack onto his stomach. Zack coughed and sputtered, trying to get his breath back. Zack went to scream out again but he froze as he felt sharp, drool coated teeth press to his neck. Zack's young chest rose and fell quickly as he panicked. The wolf's paw began clawing at his pants. He felt the sharp tips poke through the denim and hit his flesh before pulling out just enough to only penetrate the cloth... And then the tearing began. The ass of Zack's pants and underwear were shredded as the paw pulled down, claws slicing through the fabric like knives. Zack whimpered as he felt his round, soft baby butt sticking out in the air. The wolf growled against his neck, holding him in place. "Please don't hurt me..." Zack whispered, "Please doggy?" he begged. The wolf was unheeding, his cock swollen, red, glistening with precum. He moved and began rubbing the pointed tip along Zack's ass cheeks, the large member soon finding the tiny hole. It was so exciting, the wolf leaked thick precum all over Zack's ass. The boy gasped at the hot feeling, having no idea what was going on... But then he felt it. The pointed canine tip of the wolf's cock was pushing between his ass cheeks. Zack whimpered harder, even at the risk of the teeth on his neck. Zack groaned, trying not to cry out as the cock slipped in to him, inch after inch. He didn't think so much could fit... and then something happened. Zack gasped deeply as his juvenile prostate was hit by the cock head, the organ tingling and throbbing in a way it never had before. Zack was silent, motionless, surprised by the sensation. The wolf growled happily as it sensed the change before it pulled back and thrust in again, this time with far less resistance. Once more it struck Zack's prostate, rendering the boy motionless in surprise. The wolf seemed to prefer this a great deal more and slowly it released his neck, tiny puncture points marking his skin. The wolf put its paws on the boy's shoulders, pushing him onto his chest on the ground. Zack turned his head weakly, staring at the foundation of the house, his mind not working right as it flooded with pleasure. The wolf was picking up speed, panting quickly, its tongue hanging out of his mouth as it dripped saliva onto Zack's back. Zack's tiny body was shoved back and forth in the dirt as his ass was raped, the wolf having little mercy. Zack didn't care. He was in a mix of shock, fear and pleasure. The wolf was panting very hard, thrusting wildly. The pressure built in Zack's ass before suddenly when the wolf pulled back, Zack's ass did too. The wolf was knotted, the base of his cock swollen so tight that he was stuck. The wolf tipped his head toward the sky and let out a small howl as his cock spasmed in Zack, spraying his thick hot wolf cum into the boy's intestines. Zack moaned out, unable to contain himself as a wetness spread in his pants. He thought he peed himself, but it was too thick. The boy's thoughts melted from his mind as he slumped against the ground in exhaustion. The wolf wasn't far behind, lying down on Zack's body, completely spent. The minutes passed by, the sky getting darker. The wolf was so heavy Zack couldn't move. Thankfully the wolf was also very warm so Zack wasn't getting cold. He could feel all the fur on him, the press of hard nipples against his back. Zack murmured as the wolf started licking his head, his dark blond hair sticking up with the saliva in it. Zack's whole body ached, he felt used and abused and happy and scared... It was all so much, and with that... Zack passed out.

***

It was the sound of crickets that finally woke Zack up, it had grown quiet when he took the garbage out, when the wolf had come. Zack's eyes opened and he looked around. The warmth and weight of the wolf was gone... Zack groaned softly, reaching up to wipe the excess moisture from his eyes. After a long moment the boy pushed himself up slowly onto all fours and then onto his feet, grabbing a branch for support. He stepped out of the bushes and up the steps, easing the door open and moving inside. Zack moved through the dining room towards the living room, seeing Lauren. He wanted to burst into tears, to scream, to demand why she hadn't come to help him... but he was embarrassed his pants were ripped, angry that she had done nothing... Zack's lips curled and he let out a small growl of anger, but soon he was silent again. There wasn't a point now, all Zack wanted to do was sleep. He turned and moved up the stairs one by one, heading down the hall to his room at the end of his house. Zack opened his door only enough to squeeze in before he shut it, walking past his toy chest to his clothes drawer. Almost as if he was sleep walking, Zack pulled off his muddy and bloody shirt, his torn pants and underwear and left them in a heap in the corner before he pulled on a fresh pair of Mario underwear and climbed into bed, pulling his blankets over him before passing out again.

***

Silence pervaded the neighborhood, more fresh breezes blowing in through Zack's bedroom window, the huge moon filling the room with light. Zack had slept fitfully, turning one way and then the other, tossing and turning before his green eyes suddenly opened. The six year old let out a soft groan, feeling something was different. He licked his lips and sniffed the air. He reached up and passed his hand over his nipple, wondering what had woken him. Zack turned, looking at his clock. It was two in the morning. His parents no doubt were back and in bed, Lauren gone. Why was he awake? Then Zack realized, his underwear felt tight... and wet. Zack blushed furiously in embarrassment. "Oh no... I wet the bed..." He murmured, reaching down to feel around himself, soon finding that the bed was still dry. Zack was baffled. He tossed his blankets to the side and his eyes widened. His underwear was pushed into a point high above his hips. A thick liquid had soaked the underwear and it almost looked yellow, but it wasn't pee. Zack reached down, touching the tent in his underwear. He moaned, it felt so good... and it covered his finger in the goo. Zack lifted the finger to his nose and sniffed it. It smelled salty, musky. He licked at his finger before he sucked it clean. It made his tummy feel very good and he smiled, but there was still the mystery of what was going on. Zack reached down and began lifting his underwear slowly. What the boy revealed to himself was a mystery at first. His flesh had changed around the base of his shaft, forming a retracted sheathe. What came from it was even more mysterious... Wet, red, thick, veined... Bulged around the base, pointed at the tip. "I'm like a doggy!" Zack exclaimed in shock. Standing up from his groin was a cock almost as big as the dog that had raped him, the shaft pulsing and leaking with need. It had to be at least seven inches long. Zack shivered in shock, but... something told him to touch it, to tease it. Zack reached out and began curling his fingers around his wet shaft, the goo soaking his fingers. The pressure was amazing, causing the six year old's eyes to roll back into his head. Zack squeezed his member, letting go and squeezing again before he instinctually moved his hand down and then up. That was even better. Zack moaned, sliding his hand up and down his wolf shaft even harder, faster. Soon the young boy's tongue was hanging out of his mouth, jerking off his cock like a seasoned professional. He panted deeply, his small hips rising up and down, the hands so lovingly wrapped around his animal cock. Moment by moment Zack felt better, realizing what the wolf had done wasn't bad... It wasn't something to be angry about, it was a gift. Zack had never felt so good, his cock was like a drug and he was taking hit after hit. Zack panted hard, bouncing his hips up and down on the mattress, fucking his hand furiously... Not realizing what he was bringing on, what was happening. In Zack's mouth his missing baby teeth were being replaced by adult teeth, pushing in through his gums. The changes weren't limited there. Zack's head had seemed big compared to the rest of his body, his face dominated by his eyes... but as he jerked off, he was changing. His arms and legs ached and throbbed as they began to stretch, growing longer... but his cock felt too good to pay attention to it. Zack continued to moan, his spine stretching, his torso growing longer. His feet throbbed, swelling bigger. Even Zack's forehead was expanding a little, his eyes not seeming so big... Zack was getting older. In a matter of moments he looked eight, rather than six... and the changes weren't stopping there. Zack continued to groan and moan, the pleasure mixing with growing pains as his body went through such a rapid shift. Cold night breezes blew through the window across his hot skin, his heart racing as it too grew larger to keep up with his body. The bed shifted gently with the force of Zack's hands working up and down his strange, animal member that gave him such pleasure. Zack had been a mere four feet tall when he'd woken up... Now he was seven inches taller, his underwear painfully tight around his hips. "Ungh..." Zack grunted, his voice a bit deeper. He tugged the underwear off, kicking it to the floor, writhing naked on the bed. He was helpless in lust as his body matured. Zack's sack began to swell slowly, his balls pushing away from the body, growing. Zack's smooth skin almost seemed to ripple for a moment before tiny pricks came, darker hairs pushing out of his skin, growing at a quick rate. While there were only a few at first, soon there were too many to count, all a dark brown. At the same time the hair on Zack's head had lost its blond, becoming a rich brown, slowly growing longer, the hair gaining a small amount of curl as it lengthened. The changing boy was in the midst of such lust, pain, pleasure... His wolf cock spurted precum out over his hand, saturating his brand new bush of hair. The boy's free hand reached up to massage his left nipple, pinching it as soft patches of hair emerged under his arms. Zack was continuing to age, looking at least eleven. The peach fuzz on his upper lip got thicker and thicker, glistening in the moonlight... before pigment began setting in. It got darker, looking like the first mustache before a boy started shaving. The next flood of changes all seemed to be beneath his flesh, working at his insides. The baby fat started to melt from his face, his jaw seeming more prominent. His arms, so focused on pleasure, began to ripple as they became more defined. Muscle grew along his arms, his pecs pushing out just a little. Just as his muscles had grown, the next change was one that Zack appreciated most. Each tug and squeeze of his cock made it seem to stretch and swell, the leaking canine member soon grazing his belly button before it stopped, almost a foot long. The moans escaping Zack's lips were not those of a boy, they were of a teenager... a thirteen year old with a wispy thin mustache. His blue-green flecked eyes opened just long enough to gaze at the moon before he shuddered again, growing still taller. His mustache darkened, hairs crept down his cheeks to form sideburns. More hairs began poking out along his chest. As Zack reached over five and a half feet tall, his slightly curled brown hair reached his shoulders. He looked very much like an indie boy that would be at home with a beanie cap or baseball hat unable to capture his main of hair or his soft lips. Zack had outgrown his childhood bed, his legs dangling off the end, his feet having numerous shoe sizes until they were now at least a size ten. The teenager's voice dropped more rapidly as he gained a few more inches, his features refining, his grunts almost that of a man. His hands flexed around the cock he knew so well, palms much bigger. His toes curled gently, his nipples ached... The sideburns on Zack's cheeks had grown in thicker, almost bushy. The pleasure was reaching a crescendo, a pinnacle. Zack felt like he should be cumming... but it wasn't, not yet. He was getting a break. As quickly as it had started, Zack felt the pain of his accelerated growth fade away. He fell back against the mattress, panting. His large chest rose and fell, his feet angled down enough to spread out on the floor past the foot of his bed. Zack was five foot eleven, size thirteen shoes and he looked to be at least seventeen years old. He had all the body hair of a man, a handsome one at that... and the cock of a wolf. Zack stopped thrusting his hand for a moment, still holding his cock. He opened his eyes and gazed out at the moon, wondering what had happened, what was next... and the answer came to him as the moonlight filled his eyes, all of his senses.

"So... good..." Zack murmured, the teenager slowly climbing off his bed. He moved over to the open window, standing in front of it, moonlight spilling across his skin. As Zack looked into the moonlight, his eyes began to shift. The green got more vibrant before shifting to gold... The same hungry gold that had eyed him earlier in the evening. Zack's tongue licked his lips, his next moan revealing his adult teeth had begun sharpening into fangs. Zack's ears began to push into points, his muscles swelling larger. He was becoming something else entirely. Zack's hand shot back to his wolf cock, squeezing and thrusting up and down. The member was leaking precum quickly and as it poured along his fingers, his nails turned black and stretched into claws. Zack kept thrusting, the moonlight infusing him, changing him. The toenails on Zack's large feet turned black as well, the forming claws soon tapping against the floor. His shoulders stretched wider, his pecs and abs became more defined. Tiny sensitive nubs of flesh began forming on his abs before new nipples pushed out, but Zack was too addicted to his cock to care. Zack's legs creaked and shifted, the bones moving around. The fuzz on Zack's face and chest starting getting thicker before the hair on his arms and legs spread, getting longer and softer. His tailbone began stretching out, the nub of flesh moving, curving, lengthening before fur pushed out from the flesh, growing in thick. Soon Zack had a wolf tail wagging behind him. The hair on his body became fur and kept spreading, becoming a rich dark brown, creamier fur on his stomach. His swelling muscles were obscured, his feet contorting into lycan paws. Once more Zack's cock began to swell and grow, stretching large enough for him to wrap both hands around, the furry paw like digits covered in precum. And that was when Zack realized it... His back was more flexible, his cock was so long... Zack rushed back to his bed, sitting down at the foot of it. Zack had always been confused by dog's ability to lick their balls, maybe now he'd understand. He jerked his cock off as he leaned forward, stretching his tongue out toward the dripping tip. When his tongue touched his precum soaked tip, he was lost. Zack leaned forward and put his tips to his cock, sucking and slurping. The precum accelerated his change. Zack's boyish good looks and rugged charm were becoming something more wild as his cheeks and jack cracked and stretched, his face pushing into a muzzle as his beard became soft fur, spreading to cover the rest. His wolf ears reached the top of his head before they flattened down in his bliss. Zack's nose merged with his muzzle, reaching a wet tip. He took his entire cock into his mouth, sucking and slurping as his claws grew longer, muscles grew bigger, tail grew fluffier... before at last he was a fully grown werewolf. Zack felt the instinct to howl rise up as he came, but with his cock buried in his own mouth he managed to stay there. The hot, thick spunk flooded over his tongue and he gulped it down, squirt after squirt, letting it warm his belly. After several minutes the flow ebbed and became a steady trickle again, but Zack was still horny... Even after an orgasm, he was fully hard. He needed something more, something warm to fuck or to fuck him. Zack moaned, standing back up. He moved back to his open window and slipped a furry leg out, glad that his fur blended into the roof more than a naked boy might. He glanced back at the clock, five in the morning. He doubted anyone else would be up at this time of night, but that would only make the hunt more interesting. Zack moved out onto the roof, running and leaping off the edge. He landed on the lawn of his neighbors on all fours, breaking into a run. He bounded along; sniffing the air, cock drizzling pre all over as he ran. After Zack had traversed four blocks he had started to worry about finding something to satiate his lusts, but then he smelled it... Male... The scent as musky and feral as his own, almost familiar in a strange way. Zack turned the corner and moved up towards an old house that was rather beat up. He heard the familiar sound of a hand on a cock and he moved towards the porch. He came to a stop, seeing the movement. Sitting on the steps of the porch was another large werewolf, seven and a half feet tall with silver and brown and white fur, an unusual tuft hanging down from the beast's muzzle, cock knotted and dripping. The claws were so sharp, so covered in pre... Zack sniffed at the air before his canine eyes widened in surprise. It was the wolf that had changed him, the wolf that had made him what he was. Zack advanced slowly, keeping his head low and submissive, inhaling the scent of the larger wolf. The other grinned with his fangs exposed. "Young pup, you found me... I am glad." The beast murmured. "I'm hungry... Feed me." Zack murmured. The big werewolf licked his lips. "I'll feed you if you feed me..." He said before lunging off of the porch. Once more he tackled Zack but the two were more evenly matched. They rolled and tumbled and soon Zack felt the hot tongue of another at his cock. He howled and as his muzzle spread he was rewarded with a wolf cock filling his mouth. He clamped down just hard enough to suck and slurp. The older wolf did as well, their canine muzzles so easily taking the cocks in deep. With the wildest, sloppiest sounds the two sucked each other off... and soon the elder wolf couldn't pull off of Zack's cock, the boy's bulge so big he was caught. Zack too couldn't remove himself from the wolf, both such dominant males. They whimpered, moaned, clawed at the ground and each other... and then came. The feral yellowed spunk was so delicious that Zack was in heaven, gulping it down. His own cock spasmed, spraying his juvenile seed into the other werewolf's gullet. The two kept gulping, drinking, moaning... but as they drank, the light began to change. The moon had set some time ago, the sky was changing colors... First brown, then an odd yellow, and then the first hints of blue as the sun began to rise. As the moon faded, Zack's body began to change as well. His muzzle shortened some, his muscles melted away into softness, his tail got shorter, his ears smaller. Even his hands and feet began to shrink. Zack murmured in surprise as his spine began getting shorter, vertebre compressing and shrinking. The older werewolf pulled his cock from Zack's mouth and let go of Zack's cock, slowly turning the changing boy around to face him, lying on his furry belly. Zack's claws retracted part way, his features became softer... He was soon four foot seven, four foot two... Shrinking, youthening... before the big werewolf had on his lap a six year old pup. The older werewolf reached up, running his fingers through the boy's fur. Zack looked at the werewolf with such love, leaning in to run his canine tongue along the fur, tasting the nipple. "You should hurry home pup, before your parents wake up." The older werewolf said softly. Zack whimpered, looking to him pleadingly... But the big wolf was his alpha, he would obey. Zack slowly got up, his paws pounding on the cement as he rushed home to sneak back into bed, knowing his life would never be the same again.

***

The sounds of breakfast at Zack's house had come earlier than usual as he wandered down stairs slowly in some pajamas he had pulled on before bed, rubbing his tiny hands across his big eyes. He yawned, the baby teeth missing on either side of his upper front two. His toes curled into the carpet of the stairs before he reached the dining room, looking around. His father was at the stove cooking bacon, a plate of hash brown and eggs already dished up, but someone was talking in the living room. Zack decided to turn and head into the living room, moving up to the front door. His young jaw fell wide as he saw who his mom was talking to. At the front door was a teenager, probably nineteen years old. His shaggy hair had been dyed to have silver streaks and a long goatee hung from his chin in an odd tuft. His fingernails were painted black and a wolf claw necklace hung from his neck. He even had a screen printed t-shirt with a silver wolf on it, his jeans tight. "Well, we sort of already have a babysitter for Zack, I think you may have to-" His mother was interrupted as Zack rushed forward. "No mom! Lauren is bad! She doesn't pay a tension to me! He walked by yesterday, helped me take out the garbage! Please let him be my babysitter!" Zack pleaded, running over to hug his mother's leg and look up at her desperately. His mother was obviously shocked. "You took out the garbage by yourself?" She asked. The boy at the door cracked a grin, his canine teeth extra long. "You should have seen him. I didn't really have to help him at all, he got the bag all the way in the can. I just didn't want to see him get hurt or be all alone. There are some pretty wild animals in this world, it can be dangerous for a young boy when he isn't supervised." The young man said. The mother considered for a long moment. "Phil, would you come here for a moment?" She asked. Zack turned, watching his father come from the kitchen. His mother turned to introduce the boy, "Phil, this is Caden. He lives in the neighborhood and was looking for a babysitting job. I told him we had one, but then Zack started telling me he didn't like her." The mother explained. Phil looked down at Zack. "Is she really that bad?" He asked, worried that they had left their son with someone so bad. Zack nodded. "I fell down and tore my pants real bad and she didn't even care... They're up stairs in my room." Zack lied. His mother seemed furious. "Well, that's the last job she'll ever have from us! Caden, we'll give you a trial run and if Zack likes you we'll keep you as our steady babysitter. Does that seem fair?" She asked. Caden grinned wide. "More than fair." He replied. Zack detached from his mother's leg and moved over to hug Caden's, inhaling the boy's scent deeply. It was the scent of his alpha male, his master. Zack was already getting hard just from the smell of his master's musk. "Well I better keep that bacon from burning. Marsha, will you get the juicer? Maybe Caden could have breakfast with us so we can get to know him." Phil said. "That's a wonderful idea! Why don't you two sit in here and we'll call you when breakfast is ready." Marsha said, heading off to the kitchen, Phil close behind. Caden moved over to the couch, sitting down. He patted his lap. Zack rushed over and climbed on, sitting down, feeling Caden's bulge. "Looks like I'm your baby sitter." Caden said. Zack leaned into the older boy's chest, reaching up to stroke the boy's long goatee. "Why did I get older?" He whispered softly. Caden nodded. "Because you're older in dog years... Being part canine, you end up more mature." Caden explained. Zack nodded, accepting the answer. He stretched up and pressed his lips to Caden's. Caden's lips parted and their tongues were soon swirling together. Zack could feel a tongue piercing in Caden's tongue, an added bonus. "Is everything alright in there?" Marsha called out. Zack broke the kiss. "It's great!" He called out, gazing into the eyes of his lover.