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Vague recollections of the event were all Josh could pull from his fragile mental state, the tiger barely even remembering that he had passed out back at the restaurant. Duncan had flooded the place with a fucking deluge of sexual fluids, forcing the eatery to shut down due to the riot that had spontaneously gathered outside, the musky scent wafting from the establishment too much for the good people of the village to even think about resisting. Josh knew the great dragon had carried him home, straddling his semi-conscious state on a throbbing erection that refused to be calmed, garden hose-sized veins pulsating angrily between his furry legs as Duncan's brawny pectoral muscles massaged the sides of his face.

Needless to say the intense aroma of Duncan's manly scents had only served to excite his already overwhelmed brain, not taking into consideration that Josh was at least partially aware Duncan was strutting about in the nude like some obscenely muscular sex beast. The incomprehensibly powerful muscles bulging off Duncan's huge body even causing a multitude of minor accidents, random pedestrians tripping over their own feet or walking into lampposts as they gawked over the fact this hulking muscle god had saw it fit to grace their thankful souls with his arousing presence.

Josh inhaled deeply, filling his lungs with much needed oxygen as his mind finally recovered from its testosterone-induced stupor. The tiger opened his eyes, realising that his room had grown much too tall and much too wide to be right, his formally Spartan accommodations having somehow transformed into a huge chamber that even came with a dome-shaped ceiling. Josh palmed his bed sheets, realising the old cotton had turned into what felt like silk, the enormous size of his mattress accentuated by the four lacquered mahogany posts that upheld a curtained frame surrounding him on all sides.

It was then did Josh finally hear it, the deep grunts and guttural growls coming from beyond the bed. Almost instantly his cock grew solid, thirteen inches of solid man-beef throbbing painfully and pointing to the ceiling, eager to discover just who or what was responsible for sounds so manly and powerful. Josh turned to the side, his eyes growing to the size of saucers as he parted the veil that concealed him.

There, amongst a vast arrangement of oversized gym equipment stood a fucking monster. Josh had never seen Duncan so bestial, so savagely strong, so consumed by his carnal desires as he curled what must have been the biggest barbell on the planet. His eyes were glowing fiercely again, sweat pooling around him and falling from his herculean muscles like bullets, biceps a thousand times the size of Josh's head flexing with impunity as Duncan curled that fucking girder like the wild animal he truly was.

It dawned on Josh that the tiger had never seen his dragon pumping iron before, and the sight of Duncan's barbell bending under the strain of what must have been several thousand frigging pounds of solid iron only resulted in his cock engorging itself on more blood. Josh felt his face going pale as he admired Duncan's massive form, the dragon having stuffed so much weight onto either side of that rod that he had to bend the tips to prevent the plates from falling off. He truly was an almighty sex god, his hulking body snarling and growling as he worked himself like a pumped up muscle machine.

Josh could not help himself any longer, the tiger tumbling off the bed as Duncan's power left him burning with need. The dragon's colossal beast-cock was harder than Josh had ever seen it, so inhumanly muscular and pumping out so much cum the stone beneath his feet was glistening with his juices. Duncan's heaving testicular-sac had grown to the size of large beach balls, their hairy masses grinding lewdly against his hulking, sweaty quadriceps, throbbing with barely contained power as they flooded his body with raw testosterone.

Almost crying with arousal, Josh pulled himself off the ground, stumbling uncertainly as he dragged himself toward the monster of his dreams and his nightmares. The hulking, heaving, hairy muscle god towered over his tiny frame, insane muscles swelling and flexing across his glorious body as Josh drew closer. An electronic meter of sorts had been mounted on the far wall, counting the reps since Duncan began lifting; the astronomical figure alone was causing Josh to weep as his cock continued to gush. Duncan was approaching nine thousand fucking reps with five thousand fucking pounds of weight in his arms. No words could come close to describing the sensations occupying his fragile mortal mind, the tiger barely managing to resist as Duncan's masculine power threatened to consume him.

Josh's knees buckled and he fell forward, furry fingers grasping the lubricated surface of Duncan's imposing penis in a desperate bid for support, a great burst of cum splattering into Josh's face as the dragon growled from above him. Josh could not stand any longer, his own muscles twitching with arousal as his fingers gave way, the tiger splashing into the puddle of sweat and sex as his mind turned to mush. It was all he could do to turn his head at an angle, his furry muzzle worshipping the brutal development of Duncan's calves as the monster pushed himself through the last of his reps. Josh could see the counter from the corner of his eyes, nine thousand fucking reps clicking over the meter as Duncan snarled, the inhuman weight slamming against his body as he relaxed his herculean arms. But the dragon did not put it down, Josh's eyes threatening to pop out of their sockets as he realised what was going to happen.

Solid muscle began bulging out against Duncan's arms, barely contained within his scaly hide as the dragon tightened his grip, his hands so fucking strong they began crushing into the steel of his barbell. An animalistic growl rumbled throughout the room as Duncan began to lift, his entire body trembling with raw energy as the barbell rose toward his hulking chest muscles, his biceps splitting into multiple peaks as Duncan's growl turned into an ear-splitting ROAR!

Josh's screams were drowned out by the thunderous bellow, the tiger's explosive orgasm firing thick ropes of cum into the air as the counter registered Duncan's last rep. The dragon was breathing hard, his massive body heaving with untold power as he held the barbell with one hand, positioning it beside him and letting it fall to the ground with a mighty crash. Josh had dissolved into a howling puddle of orgasmic wails by this point, his brain fighting to comprehend what he had just witnessed. The number of reps Duncan had just curled was over nine thousand! Such strength, such raw unbridled power! Josh's testicles were dangerously swollen by the time Duncan bowed to look at him over those awesome chest moulds, the demon's fiery gaze blazing a new trail of arousal through the side of Josh's head.

Growling like a true beast from hell, Duncan lowered himself to the ground and ran his rugged face over Josh's fluffy features. The tiger could hear himself mewing weakly, shudders running down the length of his body as Duncan mounted him and pressed into his face a pair of gargantuan pectoral muscles, each rippling slab of hairy beef massaging the drool from Josh's lips as the flexed and heaved. The dragon began pushing himself off the floor, shredded chest muscles clamping against the sides of Josh's head and lifting his entire body with an ease that caused his orgasm to surge with renewed vigour.

Duncan brought him over to the bench press, where a barbell even more massive than the previous laid waiting. Josh did not know how he had come to know that information, almost as if the dragon was transferring information into his addled brain in a bid to keep him conscious. The tiger could only moan with approval as Duncan straddled the bench and leaned his considerable weight upon the protesting metal, his hard muscles releasing Josh's face and leaving him free to move as he pleased.

Only Josh was too taken by Duncan to even care about his newfound freedom, everything he wanted was already before him, the tiger letting his tongue run free as he lathered the dragon's hairy cleavage with his drool, mixing it with the river of sweat that was already running through the furry canyon. Reinforced steel began squealing as Duncan gripped the bar above him, his muscles rumbling and bunching up as he lifted the barbell off its rack and began to pump, his ginormous pectoral muscles heaving and flexing against Josh's face in the most muscular facial massage on the entire fucking planet.

Josh knew it was phenomenally dangerous to be in such a position when someone was bench pressing what must have been close to seven thousand pounds of compact iron and steel. There was more than forty times his weight rising and falling mere inches from the back of his neck, even gracing down to his furry skin as Duncan worked his hard muscles, only Josh knew he was perfectly safe, probably safer here than he would be on the bed at the other end of the room. Duncan might be a savage beast from the bowels of hell, a demonic animal created with the sole purpose of lifting and fucking, but the colossal monster was also his guardian, his protector and his lover. The dragon would no sooner castrate himself than let even a hair on Josh's body be harmed, and that knowledge only served to empower Josh's orgasm even further.

"I want you..." moaned Josh, drunk on the testosterone-laden vapours surging through his nostrils, "Please... I want you more than anything I've ever known!"

Duncan unleashed a ferocious growl, his unholy baritone rumbling within his muscular chest as he acknowledged Josh's pleads. It was all the tiger needed to hear, his hips bucking and jerking as yet another orgasm erupted from his aching cock. Josh remained where he was, cumming and groaning and shooting and mewing with Duncan pumping his ponderous pecs against his furry face. Several hours passed as Josh drifted in and out of consciousness, the greatest of his orgasms overworking his bulging balls as they throbbing and pulsed in a pool of Duncan's pre-cum, the dragon's towering tool drenching everything within reach with his creamy sexual fluids.

It wasn't until Josh heard the deafening crash of misshapen steel slamming against its rack did the tiger truly wake up. Duncan's chest was more pumped than he had ever seen in, so much fucking muscle bulging against his face and heaving with a strength that caused his nipples to spurt endlessly. Josh fell back as the dragon sat up, his hairy abdominal muscles so developed he didn't even need the help of his arms. Hot hands gripped him by the sides of his narrow waist, Duncan's calloused fingers gliding sensually over his fur as the dragon picked him off his crotch, his long tongue tearing its way into Josh's mouth as the tiger fought to remain sane.

Duncan's lips were so hot, his tongue even hotter as their mouths made contact, gouts of steam blasting against his fluffiness as Josh dumped load after load of protein-rich cum against the dragon's chest and stomach. Another hour must have passed before Duncan let him go, Josh falling into the demon's arms as he carried him off like a coveted prize. Josh expected to see the bed drifting into view, but Duncan had taken him toward the centre of his newly enlarged room, where a large pool or tub of sorts had been cut into the stone. It was currently empty, though Josh knew that would not be so for very much longer.

Josh jittered excitedly as Duncan lowered himself onto the single step that had been carved around the edges of the pool, deep enough for Josh to sit on and shallow enough for him to breathe when the pool was filled. Duncan began pumping his monstrous cock, insane muscles flexing powerfully as his prick erupted with the force of a thousand orgasms, cum gushing and splashing in every direction as the dragon howled and roared. Josh, who had rolled onto the empty space beside him, felt his cock rocketing to full mast as the level of cum continued to rise. Duncan's cock was pointing straight down thanks to his overdeveloped inner-penile muscles, his rejuvenating cum blasting out of his gaping dick-slit with the force of an unscrewed fire hydrant. Josh leaned against Duncan's herculean arm as his genitals were immersed in cum, slipping and sliding as he sought to straddle the dragon's legs.

Duncan had kept his back straight and pressed against the sides of the tub the entire time, his hot man-cream only just reaching his erupting nipples by the time the pool began overflowing, the excess juice draining away by the magical runes along the edges of the tub and pumped back in through some sort of pseudo-portal on the very bottom of the pool. Josh, who was up to his chin in Duncan's sexual fluids, was beside himself with glee as he bathed his companion in his own spunk, the dragon even leaning forward so Josh could smear the cum into his orange mane. It seemed that the ferocious, growling, snarling Duncan-Hulk from before had finally been calmed by the incredible orgasm Josh had just witnessed, this Duncan having replaced his glowing eyes with the orange-coloured irises he seemed to have taken a liking to.

"I hope I didn't scare you back there," Duncan purred softly, slouching backwards so Josh could grope at his beefy chest muscles, "I just wanted to get all pumped for when you finally woke up."

"Duncan that was the most amazing workout I have ever witnessed in my life!" spluttered Josh, trying to speak and sing and taste Duncan's cum all at the same time, "I've never been so excited before and definitely never been so exhausted just from watching someone lift weights!"

"That's good to hear, because I'm going to be doing this several times a day from now on. It'll be nice to have you drooling all over me, I don't think you were in any position to realise it back there but you were motivating me pretty hard."

"I'm going to be looking forward to that," squealed Josh, drool overflowing from his cum-stained jaws at the prospect, "But don't you have to spend a few days recovering so you don't injure yourself?"

"Does this look like it can be injured?" Duncan rumbled, raising an arm out of the cum bath and flexing it so hard Josh could see the veins throbbing across the shredded surface, "I recover extraordinarily fast from my workouts, even by demon standards, that's why I have no problem pushing myself to the limits several times a day. The more I lift, the bigger and stronger my muscles grow, and it's as easy as that."

"The prospect of seeing you even bigger than you are now is more arousing than you make it out to be Duncan," gasped Josh, the tiger trembling as another spurt of cum burst from his cock, "Though I'm wondering how on earth I'm supposed to manage the bakery with you taking me out of action so many times a day, it's already well into the night and I haven't even tidied up the store yet."

"If you mean chucking all the unsold buns into the warmer, I took the liberty of doing that before we got home."

"Actually I meant that we would have to throw them away since I don't use preservatives, the bread will go bad within a day and warming them overnight is going to turn them solid."

"Oh, well I guess that means I made the correct decision when I put a preserving spell on the warming, so time practically stops moving for them and so they'll remain fresh forever, unless you take them out."

"I love you so badly you know that?"

"And I love you when you're loving me so badly," Duncan cooed, leaning forward so Josh could kiss him properly, "I can't wait to spend the rest of eternity with you in my arms!"

Josh giggled as Duncan grabbed him and waded out to the middle of the pool, lowering their bodies into the warm fluids until they were both up to their chins in cum. Duncan was the first to react, running his long tongue all over Josh's face to wipe away the stick spunk clinging to every inch of his fur.

"So when are we going to get about making more Brawny Buns, and Beefy Buns too for that matter?" asked Josh, throwing his arms around Duncan's solid traps and squeezing himself closer, "I don't want to be the only one with a great big muscleman to call my own."

"This is why I can't get enough of you," Duncan spoke, his sexier-than-hell voice teasing the insides of Josh's brain with every letter, "You're just so... nice, how I wish I could have met you so much earlier in my life, but to answer your question I also installed a milking machine at the back of the bakery."

"Oh you so did not do that!"

"Indeed I did," Duncan chuckled, "I'm basically going to suction a cylindrical pump onto my cockhead and cum as much of my 'special' cum as you want me to, the machine will then filter out the specific compounds required for each kind of bun and divert them into separate tanks for storage purposes."

"Do they have fetish porn in Hell or something, your imagination is wild!"

"Actually I got the milking machine idea from the smutty stories you downloaded onto your laptop, and by the way I guessed your password on the first try."

"And here I was thinking 'bigcockbigmuscles123' was un-guessable."

"Well maybe if I didn't know you so well, or maybe if I didn't have at my fingertips more than enough power to level the entire planet and rebuild it in your imagine."

"Please don't."

"Oh I won't don't worry, not unless you ask me to anyway."

Duncan giggled coyly as he began nuzzling Josh, their juice bath lasting well into the night before Josh was finally too sleepy to continue. The tiger was piggybacking against Duncan's brawny shoulders when the dragon stepped out of the pool, his hands making one swift, sweeping motion that wiped them free of cum in an instant, the excess splashing back into the pool and leaving them squeaky clean and practically glistening.

"How did you do that?" Josh exclaimed. His eyes were wide as Duncan plopped him onto the expansive mattress and eased his glorious nakedness beside him, wrapping his still pumped arms around the tiger and holding him against his warm muscles.

"The same way your dreams tonight are going to be wilder than ever," Duncan laughed, throwing the blanket over them and snuggling against Josh's fluffiness, "You're going to have to fall asleep first though, good night Josh!"

"Good night, Duncan!" replied Josh, the tiger smiling as he closed his eyes and pressed his face against the dragon's hard, strong chest.

***

Brock groaned softly as he turned away from the sunbeam streaming in from his opened window. It was morning again, the effects of Josh's buns having worn off while he slept, and with a disappointed sigh he realised he had reverted to his regular old size. The bull palmed his hard muscles, missing the raw power that bulged against his palms when he had been bigger and more massively endowed, not that he wasn't already huge and hot for his age. Brock got to his feet and shut the window to his bunk, his jaws dropping as his sleepy brain finally registered the magnitude of his adventures.

Thick viscous cum covered every inch of Brock's room, even the ceilings and walls were not spared, all this the result of a small bag of buns Josh had sold him the day before. Brock grabbed the bag hopefully, his ears drooping when he realised that he had already eaten them all during his sex-crazed transformation. Despite the immense confidence that accompanied his hulk out, Brock had not managed to muster up the bravery to pay Bradley a visit, choosing instead to spend the night jacking off and howling like an animal in heat. Already he was regretting his choice, there was no way that sexy lion could have denied him when he was seven foot tall and strong enough to lift a small car over his head, and now he was normal again and in no position to ask Bradley out on a date.

Sighing yet again, Brock waded over to where his laptop lay and lowered himself onto the exercise ball he had been using as a chair. There was a big blinking mail icon flashing on the corner of his screen, Brock clicked it open to reveal a link to a video on YouTube, something about the greatest video morphing program ever designed. Shrugging, Brock followed the link and felt his jaws dropping at what he saw. The video began with a lone figure standing in the midst of what appeared to be a university bunk room, dressed in nothing but his underwear and covered in a suspiciously familiar coating of fur. Nick had positioned the camera such that his face was completely hidden, only the fox had probably not realised the bodybuilding posters plastered on the wall behind him would have given his identity away to those who knew him.

Brock felt himself growing harder and harder between his legs as Nick shuddered in the video, his laughably tiny (by bull standards) penis throbbing madly as it hulked out before his very eyes, four inches morphing into an incredible nine inches and pulling the fabric of his underwear well away from his body, pre-cum oozing from the cockhead and forming a large stain. Nick's high pitched voice was deepening as he moaned, muscle filling out his slender frame as it broadened and thickened in all directions, the fox's traps disappearing above the top of the video as he grew taller and taller. Brock swore under his breath, that bastard had probably nicked a bun or two from his bag when he had forgotten about it, so this was what that little twat had been up to!

A quick search revealed that Nick had at least been smart enough not to include details as to how his growth occurred. The bull was about to close the video when he realised that the now muscular, definitely well-endowed Nick had picked up another bun and brought it to his mouth. Brock clutched his face, slack-jawed as the lecherous fox tore free of his underwear, hulking boulders of sheer muscle exploding all over his body as he screamed and moaned. The bull estimated Nick's cock to be eighteen inches as it erupted all over the camera, blocking it out in some places and hiding portions of the fox's growing body. Brock swooned, watching as Nick's only visible arm began flexing and flexing hard, his biceps never returning to their previous size each time he relaxed. The fox now boasted an incredible eight-pack, just as he had, not to mention rippling pectoral muscles that could flex and bounce independently of each other.

Nick was swearing and growling by this point, the fox flexing pose after pose and bouncing his rock hard erection for the camera, almost ten whole minutes of mindless self-worship before he leaned over to shut the recording off, never revealing his face the whole time. Brock bit his lip as he realised the video had already garnered close to a million views in the short time it had been posted, the majority of viewers demanding the programme responsible for such incredible special effects.

Brock was fuming now, to think that Nick had stolen two buns from him when they could have set them aside for him and Bradley! The bull had half a mind to march down to his room right now and give him a trashing he wouldn't forget, only that Brock knew that there was no way Nick would have remained in his room jacking off just as he had. Judging by the video, Nick must have morphed into a seven foot tall beast of a fox, practically as huge and as muscular as he had been after his first bun. That man-hungry muscle-hound had probably ventured down to one of the hidden strip clubs in search of a good time, and when you were that hot there was no doubt the fox would have had his choice of the pickings. Brock brought his fingers together and thought for a moment. Nick was probably unconscious in some other guy's bed by this time and hopefully back to his usual tiny self for that matter.

"Hmm," murmured Brock to no one in particular, "I wonder..."

The bull made up his mind and rummaged through his cum-soaked belongings, pulling out some fresh clothes, a towel, and his cell phone. A plan had already formulated in his mind as to how he would spend the rest of his day, and now it was time to put that plan into action.

***

Bradley yawned sleepily as he trudged through the morning snowfall, barely awake and definitely not paying attention to where he was going. It was a good thing moving vehicles were few and far between around here, if Bradley walked about with his eyes closed anywhere else he would definitely be in some trouble. The lion opened one eye on an occasional basis, just to make sure he was still headed in the right direction before returning his body to autopilot. Brock had woken him up at the seventeenth phone call, sounding especially excited for someone who had just totalled his car the day before. Bradley had been rubbing his eyes too hard to register what the bull was telling him. All he knew was that he had agreed to meet him by Josh's bakery, immediately at that.

And so here he was, accidentally bonking his head on the glass of display window before remembering the bakery had a door. Bradley pushed his way in, purring softly as the heated air breezed through his mane before greeting the fluffy tiger that had popped out to meet him.

"Mornin' Josh."

"You're up early," said Josh politely, the tiger raising an eyebrow before placing down the tray of buns he had been carrying, "I'm sorry about yesterday, didn't mean for you to lose your job but-"

"Hey no sweat bro," Bradley replied, raising a paw to wave away Josh's apologies, "I saw what happened and it was amazing as fuck, I'd lose any job any day to see that happening again, anyway what am I here for?"

"You um... walked in without knowing why you came in?"

"Brock said something about meeting him here or something, you know anything about that?"

"Maybe he just wants to pick up breakfast before heading to the gym with you?"

"Actually yeah that sounds about right, we're both pretty free now and I've been slacking with my training," Bradley admitted, "Can I wait in here though? It's freezing outside and the wind keeps messing up my mane."

"Of course you can stay," Josh said pleasantly, pulling a pair of bread tongs from somewhere and grabbing a bun, "Would you like a Beefy Bun since you're here? They're freshly baked and... guaranteed to spice up your day."

"Ah no thanks man, I'm not a fan of bread."

"It's on the house," Josh insisted, waving the bun before him and smiling broadly, "And there's a nice juicy wedge of beef in the middle too!"

"Oh alright," Bradley relented, "But only because it's free."

The lion picked the Beefy Bun off Josh's tongs, enjoying the flavourful aroma that wafted from its surface. Bradley didn't particularly like bread, but even he had to admit this one smelled absolutely amazing, it was as though somebody had mixed in some kind of secret sauce into the dough before baking. Suddenly more comfortable, Bradley stuffed the bun into his opened maw and delighted as everything seemed to melt, even the wedge of beef dissolved into a puddle of delicious barbeque-sauce-like goodness.

"Oh boy this _is_good!" Bradley exclaimed, the lion licking his fingers in a bid to taste more of those buns, "And it's just like you said too..."

"I'm feeling warmer already."