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Meanwhile, back down at the end of the beach, the other men were quite happily relaxing. Zixxle had found himself the perfect sunbathing spot, conveniently located between Tidelo, the muscular night elf, and Zintaak, the towering draenei. Besides working on his tan he had quite the view, laying between these two mountains of muscle. "Mrrr, zis is ze life. Warm sand; cool breeze, being beaten by sun", the draenei sighed contently, sprawling out more. "You said it, i'm still not sure why exactly we're here, but why complain?", the night elf murred happily, stretching his arms and legs and shifting about. Zixxle blinked, soon finding the huge, hulking men edging closer, indeed it was only mere moments before he was squashed between them. He flailed his arms and legs, managing to push his head up as he gasped for air. "'Ey! Watch where ya movin'!", the small goblin muttered to himself, glaring between the two, his glare soon relaxed though as he took in the sight of both their bodies. Powerful blue and purple muscles as far as he could see. With the strength these two possessed he was lucky he wasn't crushed between them, though it was certainly a good way to go. The heat of the sun was clearly getting to the two, much to the medic's delight. Beads of sweat slowly rolled down their bulging muscles, dripping onto the sand below. He felt a tap on his head, quickly looking up and realising Tidelo had been speaking the whole time. "Distracted are we?", he grinned and raised an arm before the shaman, flexing it with all his might. Zixxle's eyes almost popped out of their sockets as the elf's bicep swelled to the size of a cannonball. His tongue was hanging from his mouth at this point, as a small puddle of drool was now forming over the druid's arm.

"I hope you're all enjoying yourselves". Tidelo raised an eyebrow and looked over where the voice came from, greeted by the sight of their green-haired host patrolling the beach towards them, wearing a similarly mossy coloured speedo which held his oversized privates. Zixxle finally tore his gaze away from the Tidelo, only to catch sight of the other night elf. "Oh! It's you", the goblin squeezed himself out from between the two men and hopped down to the ground, brushing himself off. "Can ya tell us exactly why we're 'ere, I mean it can't be just for the comp'ny". Farelion smiled warmly down at Zixxle, kneeling down to him. "A fair question, though it's just as simple as that. Spending time only with one other person can get tiring after so long; we wanted to bring men of different races here to see how they'd enjoy themselves, I must say some of you are certainly having a good time". He winked coyly as almost out of nowhere a bat swooped in and perched upon Farelion's shoulder. Zixxle took a step back, slightly surprised. "...ehh...", he examined the creature, soon noticing it's unusually long ears and a small, dark blue mane as he narrowed his eyes. "Wanted to stay behind a little longer, hmm?", the night elf chuckled as he stroked along the bat's head with a large finger which the bat nuzzled against, squeaking happily. "I uhh...guess that's your brother, huh?", the goblin was speaking though he seemed transfixed on Farelion's colossal package which he'd only just realised was only a few inches from his face. "You'd be right, we found the form of bats was more suitable in a cave, easier to stay unnoticed". Zixxle nodded slowly, "Uh huh", not paying too much attention to the man's words. Farelion stared blankly down at the short, green man for a moment, snickering under his breath as he waved a hand, his speedo shimmering for a moment before it's contents began to grow. Zixxle gaped at the elf's enlarging crotch, the tightly-contained shaft now pressing against his nose, no, soon his whole face, the shaman's hands darted onto the fabric, gently stroking the giant balls as he felt them expand in his hold. The night elf let out a long, deep moan at the treatment, quickly becoming more excited, his member seemed to start growing even faster as it hardened. Zintaak and Tidelo had since pulled themselves up, staring in amazement as they too could do little to hide their increasing arousal. "Oooh, you're rather good with your hands aren't you? A little out of proportion though, hmm...", he clapped his hands together, the night elf immediately surging in size; his entire body rapidly expanded before them, as the small group were enveloped in another blinding light.

When they opened their eyes, they still gazed upon the elf, only now he was gigantic. He sat before them at around five times his original size, smirking wickedly down at them, the tiny bat still sitting on his shoulder. Zixxle's jaw dropped, never in his life had he seen someone as big as this. He craned his neck upward as he ogled the giant, staring from the remarkably still-covered mountain between his legs, up to his abs which could only be described as a brick wall. He took a step back to see even higher, a noticeable blush forming over his face as he saw the pair of enormous muscles that were his pectorals. He would have guessed they were made of rock if it weren't for their gentle rising and falling. "Ah, much better", the shaman nearly toppled over as his ears were assaulted by the deafening sound of Farelion's voice. "And this is just a taste of what we can do".

The bat chose that time to fly down, landing now on Zintaak's shoulder and disappearing in a cloud of smoke, in it's place now sat a blue-haired night elf. "Yep, we can do aaaaanything you could ever think of", he lightly patted the draenei before hopping down, sliding down his torso and landing atop the dark death knight's hugely-packed speedos, still heavily tented from the earlier show. "...ah...vat are you doing?", he asked nervously, his breath picking up as he felt the tiny elf wrapping his arms and legs around the clothed pillar of meat and sliding down it. "Oh...m-my...".

The other two were far too engrossed by the far bigger elf, Tidelo clearing his throat. "If you can truly do anything, then do the same to me, make me grow to that size", no sooner had the words left his lips then he exploded in size, his leather clothing soon scraps in the beach. The inflating druid overcome by his new size, falling forward and landing over Farelion, who merely moaned to him, wrapping him arms around the now-naked night elf. Zixxle was just as content watching the spectacle unfold, sitting down and gripping his rock-hard shaft in his hand, jacking off madly to the two giants.

"Hmmhmm, couldn't resist towering above all others, could you?", his hands slid lower, firmly gripping Tidelo's firm rear and murring. "How about putting on a show for the little goblin here?", he snapped his fingers, his speedo disappearing which caused his own fully-hard cock to rub up against the druid's. "Perhaps you could start by getting this all wet and ready", he didn't need to tell Tidelo again, he was already lapping over the shaft, trailing his tongue over every inch of it. The shaman just sped up, "Now we're talkin'!".

"Nrrrgh!", Zintaak yelled out, his swimwear snapping off as his huge cock burst free, throbbing dangerously in the cool air. Zixxle yelped as the extra-large pair of speedos landed over his head, the rather expansive crotch part over his face. He took a deep whiff of the cloth, moaning out as he yanked it off his head, looking back over the giants. He grunted as he saw Tidelo sliding the monstrous length down his throat, already passing the half way point as Farelion groaned in pleasure. "That's it, get it nice and slippery".

Behind the goblin, the draenei was being climbed, Tarelion shimmying back up the draenei's colossal manhood, his hands groping all the while. "Zat is just....ah...too much...", Zintaak huffing and puffing, still staring at the little elf in disbelief as he climbed, soon reaching the head. "This is a whopper you've got here, let's see if I can make it blow", he leant in and let his tiny tongue slide over the huge head of the death knight's shaft, it's owner crying out. "Oh zat...zat feels amazink!", he gripped the thick base of his cock with both hands and started to pump up and down rapidly, nearly knocking the night elf off of it. "More, more!". Tarelion obliged, climbing over more and reaching the slit, rubbing his face against it as it poured with precum, showering the tiny man in moments.

"Oh.....fuuuuck!", Tidelo's bellowing shout must have been heard up and down the beach. He'd long slicked up Farelion's spear and positioned himself carefully over the thing, but the other man must have been impatient. He'd kicked the druid's legs away, Tidelo falling and being impaled on the gargantuan beast, stretched to the limit by the impossibly thick pillar as it filled him completely. "Grah! How are you this...tight?!", Farelion howled in pleasure as he rolled the pair over, Zixxle narrowly darting out of the way. The twin stared down at Tidelo, grabbing his legs and hoisting them over each shoulder, gripping his hips firmly as he began to slide out. The druid roared out again as the cock was slammed back inside him, the other night elf building up a rhythm as he pounded away at Tidelo's hole.

Zintaak cried out in sheer bliss, his massive shaft being licked out by the minute elf, who was spattered head to toe in the frequent blasts of precum he'd been spouting. "Hmm, this may be too big a job for just me". Tarelion waved a hand, three short beams of light shooting out from him, two at each of Zintaak's shoulders and one down to his balls. At the end of each light appeared an exact copy of the night elf himself, who got to work pleasing the draenei. The one down at his sack was lapping over his enormous balls, taking in the pungent aroma of sweat they emitted and passing his hands over the massive globes. The two on his shoulders slid down to his chest, positioning themselves before his huge black nipples, big and hard from the excitement the draenei had been receiving. They bit down on them and lashed their tongues against the sensitive flesh, hearing Zintaak let out another piercing moan, his body shuddering in delight. "Oh by the Light!", he could feel the draenei's balls start to tighten and could tell he was coming close.

Farelion picked up speed tremendously, ploughing Tidelo mercilessly as his cock continued to ravage the druid's tight hole, feeling himself nearing his limit and from the noises his partner was making, he wasn't the only one. Tidelo gritted his teeth, managing to last little more than a few more seconds before he threw his head back and roared out. A wave of spooge erupted from his shaft over his body, some of it pouring down his sides which the goblin eagerly starting guzzling down. His hole tightened considerably around his host's mighty cock which was too much for him. He too let out a roar as he thrust deep inside the druid, unloading his immense seed into him, filling him up even more. Zixxle had shot his load twice already, and rolling around in a huge lake of semen only got him worked up again, the goblin fapping madly.

Zintaak wasn't going to last much longer either, what with two tiny night elves almost milking his pecs, another who's whole head was pushing it's way into his cock, and a forth who was fondling his oversized balls, it was getting too much. His hips buckled as his eyes rolled back, the death knight's huge meatpole exploded. Copious amounts of his load blasted out, sending Tarelion flying back. The other micro-men only enhanced their efforts, suckling on his nipples and humping his pecs, throwing themselves against his balls as they were showered in his load. The tiny host landed quite a ways back, watching Zintaak and he chuckled mischievously and snapped him fingers.

The draenei howled as his cock and balls immediatly grew in size, churning out ever-increasing amounts of thick, white cream. Zintaak himself was soon covered in the torrent of cum as the stream only strengthened into more of a geyser. Zixxle unfortuatly had to stop his paddling as the small pool of seed soon amounted to a lake, the shaman frantically swimming through the thick tide to get away. Even the two giants were being coated in the vast splattering of man-juice. Tarelion licked his lips, snapping his fingers again as the draenei's genitals returned to normal, Zintaak now finding himself floating amidst a sea of spooge.

Cliff and Gordon were walking down the stretch of beach, hearing long moans coming from behind them in the direction of the tent, and just about making out two night elves. Cliff shrugged lightly and carried on, Gordon joining him. "So what do you think? Too good to be true, right?", the paladin asked the smaller man. "Yeah, somethin' just doesn't smell right to me", he sighed quietly as he looked forward at the seemingly endless length of sand. He briefly looked to the barbarian he was with, namely his huge, heaving chest, dripping with sweat. He licked his lips, his usual smirk returning as he gazed at the small trickles of sweat slowly sliding down the impressive muscles, pooling in the vast chasm between them. "Ugh, this place is too hot...", Cliff grunted. "I thought ya grew up in the Badlands, this should be nothin'", Gordon sneered, looking down the paladin and at his red speedo, which failed to hide the huge python nestled within it. "Tch, they were nothing like this, probably those elves fault, making me drip with sweat for their amusement", he muttered and halted, catching his breath and grabbing his crotch, squeezing the bulge which twitched and began to grow within his swimwear. Gordon grinned widely. "And what are -you- doing, hmm?", he chuckled as his own shaft sparked with life. "You know how heat gets to me....gah, its getting-", Cliff was cut off as a loud tearing was heard, his speedo flying off as his monstrous, semi-hard shaft burst free from it's prison. He immediately grabbed it with both hands and started to pump it rapidly, groaning in pleasure. "Oi! Leave some for me", Gordon was already out of his swimwear and pacing toward the knight whose cock was by now full-size. As soon as he was within reach, Cliff snapped up the rogue and pressed his face against his impossibly-thick member, Gordon moaning as he felt the sheer heat radiating from it. He licked madly over the beast which only caused Cliff to murr deeper. "I still can't get over just how big you are Cliff, in every way", he grinned as he continued to lap over every inch of the considerable shaft, reaching to top and lightly teasing it with the tip of his tongue. "Ngh! Gods Gordon, you...aah", his words were soon replaced by more moans, Gordon gulping down the precum that was now leaking from the tip. He looked up, gazing at the barbarian's massive, sweaty chest. "See something you like?", Cliff smirked down at him, grabbing the rogue again and picking him up, turning around and resting him against the wall, the smaller man's still-impressive shaft now lying against the paladin's pectorals. Gordon's eyes widened as Cliff flexed his chest, the expansive slabs of beef advancing around his cock, trapping the length between them before tightening around it, squeezing the man's member. He almost yelled out at the sensation, the feeling of the two behemoth muscles squashing his cock from either side, his grabbed at the knight's broad shoulders. "Heh, thought you'd like that...", and with that he began to bounce his pecs, the muscles taking turns to rise and fall, still holding the shaft tightly between them as they now grinding up and down around it. "Fuck! Cliff wh-why have you never done this before?!", he felt his hips rocking lightly back and forth as he stared, mesmerised by the rhythm of the powerful, sweat-soaked muscles. "Why don't you see if you can fuck them? I promise they can be as tight as any hole", his bouncing ceased. Gordon stared blankly between the pecs for a moment, nodding and tightening his hold on Cliff's shoulders, pulling his hips back and slowly managing to pry his shaft from the paladin's chest. He then thrust forward, the head of his shaft pressing against the deep divide before, with some effort, he managed to drive it through, crying out as once again he felt the vast mountains of muscle constrict his cock. He began to build up momentum, his speed picking up as he slowly fucked his lover's chest. Cliff brought his hands to his heaving pecs, grabbing them and squeezing them even more around Gordon's shaft.

The rogue roared with excitement, his body beginning to change. His muscles bulked up as a fine fur grew across his skin, the man growing taller too as his cock thickened. The worgen then returned to his ploughing, far more strength behind each pound as the now-larger shaft throbbed wildly. Cliff licked his lips as his gaze darted over the wolf-man's features, his eyes suddenly shooting open and a deafening moan escaping him. Gordon had grabbed the knight's large nipples, twisting them harshly between his claws. "Aaaaah! Damn it Gordon you know they're sensiti-aaaaagh!", Cliff roared as his cock throbbed against the rogue's back, his massive balls tightening. "Why'd ya think I did it? The good of me health?", the worgen squeezed the man's nipples as felt himself draw close; he slammed one final time into the hulking brute's chest as the head of his shaft struck Cliff in the face, it then erupted with it's load, the hot, sticky cum landing all over the paladin's face who eagerly lapped it up, taking the head into his mouth and sucking it dry. It wasn't long before Cliff himself reached his limit. His enormous cock shooting a powerful surge of seed into the air, moments later the thick cream stared to rain down on the two, splattering the men in the gallons of spooge the man was churning out. Eventually his load ceased, Cliff falling backwards on the sticky sand with his lover in his arms, the worgen snuggled against the knight's chest and soon drifted off to sleep, followed by the paladin himself.