****DISCLAIMER: This story is for adults only (18+ years) and contains sexual descriptions of male/male interaction, muscles, hyperphallia, inflation, lots of musk, growth, some violence, etc. I will not be held accountable for any discontent this may cause. Please do not comment about the subject matter if it is not to your liking.*****

Natural Charisma

"You won't get away with this."

The quivering, suited vulpine was glaring up at the towering figure standing beside him. His orange fur bristled against his restraints--it felt like elastic, but he couldn't stretch it at all. He jerked in his chair despite feeling the barrel of a gun against his head.

"Ah, a classic line, little fox," the gigantic wolf growled, his voice echoing through the room as if communicating through water. It was deep, masculine, but almost sounded altered to an extent. "I must reply with my own: I already have. You are being very brave though, I must commend you."

Glinting in the dim light, the powerful figure stood tall in his peculiar outfit. The wolf was wearing a silken blue trench coat that looked to belong to a pirate captain. It was lined with silver along the middle and cuffs, similarly-colored buttons along the sides. Behind him, the coat extended and bowed outward as his booted feet hit the floor with clattering thuds. The male lifted a paw and adjusted the crown he was wearing--it was a silver diadem encrusted with a few diamonds and a massive sapphire in the middle that seemed to be ever glowing.

The only thing that could be seen on his face, however, was his aquatic eyes that glinted brightly through the cloaking shadow.

"I wouldn't have even had to come out if you hadn't insulted me, dear fox," the wolf growled, slowly drawing the large pistol from the vulpine's temple, waving it about as he hummed. It seemed like a regular gun, save for the glowing tube where the slide was.

"I-I... wait, insult you? How did I insult you?! I don't even know who you are!" the fox snapped, jerking against the strange cuffs he was wearing behind his chair.

"You may call me... 'the Blue Storm'. You may also know me as someone else, but I dare not divulge my true identity," the wolf snickered, trailing a paw through his long, blond hair.

The fox bit back his words, looking down while to think of past business deals that may have gone sour.

There were too many to count.

"L-look, I'm sorry, okay? I didn't mean to insult you. Please, just let me go. Do you want money? I can give you so much," the fox stated.

The Blue Storm huffed and rubbed his head, grunting out.

"And then, you had to beg. Why do they always beg? I didn't ask for your GROVELLING, KIT," the wolf snarled, shoving the barrel of the gun against the fox's head again.

The fox winced hard, giving a slight yelp at the gun, but more so at the monstrous sound that erupted from the gigantic lupine. He stayed silent, closing his eyes as he felt the tip of the gun digging into his temple, tears welling at the corners of his eyes. He wasn't sure what to do, he had never heard of anyone getting ANGRY over begging. He shuddered as the gun was pulled from his temple once again.

"W-why... why does a big brute like you need a gun anyway?" the fox huffed, blinking back his tears as he regained his cheeky attitude.

The darkened muzzle grinned; those sharp, pearly teeth glinted through the magical veil of shadow as well. It seemed he was pleased that the fox was gathering his courage again.

"Oh, you saw through it? It's a special firearm, you see. It holds liquid instead of gunpowder. Hrhr. A special invention just for my line of work," the wolf stated, spinning the weapon over his thick finger.

"Y-your... line of work?" the vulpine asked.

"This city must grow, Mr. Kendrick. It must grow and prosper through any means necessary," the villain explained, smirking all the more, "as well as its citizens. And to more easily accomplish this, I need your company."

The fox let out an amused snort.

"And what makes you think I'd give up my company?" Kendrick asked, grinning as well.

"Give up your company?" the wolf repeated, acting aghast. "Oh no, I don't want you to give it up at all. I am merely going to insert my own products with yours. We're going to be partners, you see."

The red male gave a laugh this time.

"And what makes you think I'd be your PARTNER?" he asked snidely.

"Watch your tone, Mr. Kendrick. Remember, I don't take kindly to insults," Blue Storm's voice dropped as his blue-green eyes glared.

The fox flicked an ear and settled back into his chair, though still looked at the huge man--he seemed serious about a partnership.

"Your company has connections to quite a bit of the country. The transportation is something my business needs. You're going to assist me," the wolf explained.

"And if I refuse?" Kendrick asked.

"You won't," Blue Storm replied simply. He brought the gun back into view, pressing it against the fox's head. However, he let it slip downward, trailing down his neck and then to his shoulder. "Brace yourself, you're going to feel a little... pinch."

"W-wait, wait, no!"

Click.

With the trigger pulled, a needle shot from the barrel of the gun and launched into the fox's arm. In an instant, the glowing liquid was drained and the shot was over. Blue Storm pulled the gun back and holstered it into his coat, smirking down at the fox.

Kendrick panted, looking down at his arm. He saw the dull glow beneath his pelt, watching it spreading through his bloodstream before it dissipated.

"W-what the fuck did you just ...nngh... shoot me with?" the fox asked with a tense, gasping at the heat rushing through him.

"A sample! I'm sure you'll enjoy the results," Blue Storm replied with pearly whites smirking through the shadow again, "here, I'll even remove your restraints."

With a snap, the binds that held around his wrist seemed to pop and splash, almost sounding like a water balloon.

A burst of speed came from the fox's legs. He grabbed a remote, but the wolf was much faster.

With a sling of his paw, Blue Storm's eyes glowed a glacier blue as an orb of water gripped around the fox's entire hand, remote included.

"No!" the fox shouted again, trying to press the small, red button, but his fingers would not cooperate. It was as if the ball of water had frozen his joints from the pressure.

"And what might this be?" the wolf asked as the orb pulled from the fox's hand, relinquishing the contraption. The water levitated to him, popping to reveal a dry remote, landing in his fingers.

"A distress beacon," the fox groaned while he moved back toward the wolf, but fell to his knees as the heat continued to grip his entirety.

"Oh, interesting," the wolf stated, pushing the button, himself.

Kendrick blinked at the action, seeing the blinking light at the end of the antennae.

"Y-you know that's... going to alert the police, right?" the fox panted, starting to lean back before he sat down, sweat dripping along his brow.

"I figured, yes. Perhaps I'm hoping for something more exciting. The night was going too perfectly," the wolf laughed, tossing the remote into the nearby leathery chair. "Either way, it shouldn't be long now. You should start feeling the effects very soon."

The fox panted, shuddering and rubbing his head. It wasn't a bad feeling. In fact, it was steadily moving toward a good feeling. His heart was racing, but the heat was comforting. He tugged at his suit, giving a grunt while his body tensed, rippling slightly and causing him to miss the buttons on his clothing. Kendrick readjusted his pants, gripping at his crotch and tugging down to get his thickening sheath to a better position.

"What... what'd you... oooh... inject me with?" Kendrick asked again, though it came out as a moan while his muscles clenched, seizing a bit beneath his dress clothes.

"Shhh... you'll learn soon, little fox," the wolf stated, seeming almost caring. He walked over to him, leaning down and trailing his paw along the fox's head, trailing a bit of sweat from dripping down.

"Y-you're... still not going... to get... nnnngh! away with this..." Kendrick moaned as his suit began to tighten while his heart jumped.

Blue storm didn't reply, only grinning through his veil of darkness.

The fox's body throbbed harder while he arched and gasped. The arm that was injected seemed to pulse bigger, swelling and stretching the material around it. Lifting it, he watched with wide eyes as his bicep thickened, tricep pushed back, and his forearm fattened with muscularity. He gave it a testing flex, gasping as his suit popped at his upper arm. It ripped along the seam, showing the white shirt beneath, which was steadily stretching as well.

"A... a steroid? O-oh... oh God..." the fox moaned out as his package throbbed, starting to fill his crotch area. His dress pants showed the bulge quite well.

"Something like that," Blue Storm replied with a smile, "but better."

Kendrick continued to moan, feeling the growth trail through his chest, pumping up the connecting mound. The weight caused him to lean into it somewhat, but his other arm was beginning to fill out as well. The fox bulked bigger at his torso, pecs straining forward, rounding out and becoming blockier while the suit strained to contain it. It was no use--the buttons popped off, pinging the walls and furniture one after the other.

"It... it feels... good..." Kendrick panted, gasping as his chest pushed out more, starting to burst the buttons from the white shirt below while his chin was being pressed up by the swelling. His voice was getting lower, startling him slightly, but soon brought one of his popping paws to his chest, caressing over the vibrating mounds as he grunted. He brushed over his thickening nipples, squeezing it to let a snarl of pleasure out, rolling the bouncing pecs as his shirt ripped further now that the suit was in tatters.

"Doesn't it? Let it happen, Mr. Kendrick," Blue Storm rumbled pleasantly, echoing voice still filling the room. He fell silent for a moment afterward, perking his ears beneath his diadem.

"That was... quick," he grunted.

There were a solitary pair of footsteps stomping up the nearby stairs. The Blue Storm blinked as he looked toward the office doorway, grunting as a large silhouette appeared in the matted window. With a few twists to the doorknob, it opened, revealing a rather muscular, suited and masked squirrel. The wolf raised an eyebrow beneath his veil of shadow, looking over the obviously powerful form. He wore blue around his arms and legs, while a darker, ridged blue material trailed along the front. Around his wrists were glinting, computer-like bracers.

"Halt, evil doer!" the man called in a cheesy, cocked voice.

The wolf almost palmed his face. With a deep breath, he brought his paw up and combed his blond hair back, almost seeming to bulk a bit larger as he stood straight.

"Who are you?" The Blue Storm asked.

"I am Cyber Centurion! Mighty light-wielder and guardian of justice!" the squirrel shouted.

The wolf grinned, trying to bite back his amusement. It didn't work and he burst into laughter.

"Cyber what now?" the wolf asked.

"Laugh all you want, villain. Your time of reckoning has come! Unhand the citizen at once!"

"I have no hand on any citizen. There is simply a growing man in our midst."

Kendrick was groaning louder now. He gripped into the floor while his back bulged, having leaned forward to better situate himself. His pants were ripping while his thighs spread apart, orange fur showing through the black clothing. The muscles were rippling further while his back popped, resituating itself while his height increased. The zipper broke between those swelling thighs, the fattening junk slapping between those legs as it broke through.

"What have you done to him!?" Cyber gasped, dropping the cheesy routine and rushing forward toward the distressed male.

"I have simply given this fox a purpose," Blue murmured, smirking a bit more.

Kendrick snarled, shoving the big paw away from him.

"G-get... away..." the fox growled as his back hunched further, his shoulders spreading apart while his muscles rippled. His cock slapped to the floor as it pushed out of his sheath, dribbling along the floor while groaning more.

There was another pair of running footsteps, though these were lighter. Blue Storm grunted and turned around with annoyance, expecting to see another hero. However, the male in the police uniform threw him for a loop.

"J-Jeffery!?" Blue Storm gawked, maw dropping at the sight of the red-haired mouse.

Cyber Centurion picked up his head, looking to the doorway and then back at Blue Storm.

The mouse was panting, holding his gun up toward the villain.

"F-freeze... and put your hands... wait... how do you know my name?" Jeff asked, raising an eyebrow as he tried to regain his breath from running after the squirrel.

"Do you know him?" the squirrel asked with a raised eyebrow behind his mask.

"Never seen him before," Jeff replied, not taking his eyes off the shadowy face or the glowing eyes seeming to levitate in the veil.

The Blue Storm looked to Jeffery and then back to Cyber Centurion, his eyes widening in shocking realization--Vincent? Was that Vincent? It couldn't be, could it? He was a superhero? The surprise caused him to take a few steps back in silence. This was a bit of a pickle. Even though Tachi took up the role of a supervillain to better play out his power trips, he had a strict policy not to harm his close friends, but he couldn't let them know who he was.

"What, no witty retort, villain? How do you know him!?" Cyber Centurion barked.

The Blue Storm blinked back from his stupor. His wide eyes soon clenched with a new determination.

"I have a name--the Blue Storm. And I... I keep tabs... on the police department," he lied.

Kendrick flared through the rest of his clothes. His groans and snarls were vibrating the furniture in the room, his cock gushing precum down beneath him. He soon lifted upward with his new, massive body, looking down at his pecs, barely able to see over them. He rubbed them and squeezed into the mounds while his member bounced, seeming not to mind it. The orange-furred arm lifted up and tensed, bulking gigantically and pushing veins to the surface while he experimented.

"How's it feel?" The Blue Storm asked, ignoring the two new arrivals for the moment. He walked up to Kendrick, smiling a bit before reaching up to grip one of those pecs, squeezing and sinking his paw into it.

"I-it... it feels great, sir," the fox spoke in his deep voice, though looked down at the wolf with wide eyes, almost expressionless, "thank you..."

The villain smirked and lifted his head, pressing a kiss to the fox's muzzle. He tilted his head, feeling the other leaning into it and letting his tongue fill the wolf's maw. Blue squeezed along that chest a bit more as he stood a head below the monstrous fox, sucking against the appendage before he pulled his head back, reaching up and patting the male's cheek.

"We have some unwanted guests here. Why don't you show them out of your office, Mr. Kendrick?" the wolf suggested.

The huge vulpine immediately looked up, glaring at the gaping squirrel and mouse. Stepping around the wolf, he began to stomp toward the dark-furred squirrel.

"H-Halt, citizen! We can get you back to normal!" Cyber Centurion called out, though took a few steps back.

Kendrick kept moving forward.

"S-stop! I'm warning you! You are not in your right mind, citizen. Stop!" he continued.

When the fox showed no sign of stopping, Vincent drew his arms up while his bracers glowed. Lines moved faster and faster along the surface until there were neon-blue lights shining from them, moving over his gloves and shooting toward Kendrick in a solitary ray.

Kendrick gasped as the cord-like light ray gripped around his waist and arms, locking him down. He jerked and tensed, his powerful muscles flaring and bouncing, but he couldn't budge it. He was picked up from the floor as if he weighed nothing, was turned, and slammed head-first into his desk. When the ray of light dissipated, the fox fell over--unconscious.

The Blue Storm took a step back, eyes widening once more. It seemed that the squirrel wasn't all talk.

"Tsk. You're not going to make this easy, are you?" the wolf growled.

"Of course not," Cyber let out a haughty laugh.

Tachi was still in a dilemma--he didn't want to hurt Vincent in the least bit, much less Jeffery. He looked from the squirrel to the mouse who had entered deeper into the room with his gun still lifted. Why did it have to be them? When Jeffery moved closer, however, Tachi's glowing eyes followed down to the badge on his chest. A smirk crept over his face; there was a way out.

"You're with the city's department, are you?" the wolf asked, now looking over Jeffery's face.

"Yeah, what's it to ya? I thought you kept tabs on us," Jeffery replied, scowling.

"I do, dear mouse. In fact, I would say I know quite a bit of your secrets," he growled.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Jeffery asked, sounding a bit fearful all of a sudden.

"Oh, nothing. Nothing at all," the wolf stated, slowly drawing his hand downward. He flexed his fingers, though acted as if he were simply stretching them. His eyes glowed that glacier color once more. A smirk followed as he heard the dull click beneath the mouse's uniform.

Jeffery's eyes widened.

"Uh-oh," he murmured.

"What?" Vincent asked, looking to his companion with another raised eyebrow.

"U-uh... well fuck..." Jeffery winced, sweat visibly appearing along his brow while his heart rate increased. Veins began to push up along his arms beneath his sleeves, though he still held his gun up.

"Jeffery? What is wrong?" the squirrel asked, a bit more impatient.

"I think... I think something's wrong with my under armor..." he replied, his body shivering and tensing, uniform letting out a few strains while his body visibly thickened.

"What? What'd you do!?" Cyber Centurion asked, turning his attention back to the Blue Storm.

The supervillain blinked and feigned ignorance.

"How could I have POSSIBLY done anything from way over here? I didn't even know he was wearing something else," Blue snarled in reply, even though he knew exactly what was there. It was nearly the same serum that he had injected Kendrick with, only without any mind-altering substance. Tachi had quite a hand in the operation of the police department, his business having provided substantial upgrades to their equipment.

Jeffery let out a grunt as his body continued to strain, starting to lower his gun. His body pulsed harder, bulking wider and straining the uniform more. A few rips were heard along the thickening limbs of the mouse, swelling biceps pushing his arms away from his growing torso. He panted a bit harder with sweat dripping down his face, uniform darkening beneath his arms and at his bulging groin.

"I-I think... I think it released a lot of its reserves," the mouse huffed, dropping his gun-holding hand completely while he flared in the doorway. He filled it further, having to step forward into the room to allow his body more space to fill. He wiped his forehead while his uniform top strained, the buttons popping off and ripping over the swelling pecs, hair bristling from the center as he reached down. He tugged at the material until his torso was exposed, the masculine scent wafting through the room.

Jeffery's fingers popped thicker, arms and legs extending as he continued to bulk. His pecs pushed upward and outward, hanging heavily over his bricking abs, everything thickening further. His groans grew deeper while he leaned back into the wall, broad torso rippling and strengthening. His back was pressing him away from the wall, tail even growing thicker while his rump pushed through his pants.

The Cyber Centurion blinked as he watched his partner bulking through his clothes. As Jeffery grew, so did Vincent's groin. It throbbed down his thigh, leaving his suit to visibly bulge. His face was red beneath his mask, heating further while he bit his lower lip. The scent that was emitting from the powerful form caused him to shudder, reaching down to adjust the ridged material moving down his crotch. He huffed, shuffling somewhat.

The Blue Storm picked up on it immediately.

"Oho... seems like someone's getting a little hot and bothered," he teased.

"H-hold your tongue, villain! I... ...uh... you know not of what you speak!" Centurion grunted, glaring at the suited wolf.

"I know quite a bit of what I speak, hero. You're sporting quite a bulge," he continued, smirking through his veil.

"I-I... I shall not be mocked, Blue Storm!" Vincent snarled. However, while his annoyance grew, so did Jeffery. The pleasure of growth caused him to stumble to a knee, a deep gasp coming from him as his pants strained.

As much as he wanted to watch, it was a bit too dangerous at the moment. When Vincent rushed to the mouse's side, Tachi took a few steps back near the window he had come through, looking back at it before making note of the two rodents' movements.

"He's... trying to get away!" Jeffery called out, raising his gun again, but more rips were heard down below as his huge package slapped down in his briefs, breaking apart the seams of his pants. His thighs surged, leaving him to wobble and gasp as they pushed each other apart, letting his junk hang down lower.

Cyber Centurion turned and lifted his hands up, bracers building up the glow of neon light once more.

"Halt!" Vincent called out again.

With another wave of his paws, Tachi drew up a layer of water, which quickly solidified into a shiny, mirror-like ice barrier. When the light shot toward him, the wolf angled the levitating disc to where the beams hit it, slamming upward into the ceiling before disappearing. A few tiles fell, though he took a few more steps back.

"You'll have to try better than that, Centy dear," the wolf taunted as he made his way toward the large hole in the window.

With a growl, Cyber Centurion sent another beam toward the wolf, though that was deflected as well.

A shot rang out. It was so quick that it caught Blue Storm by surprise, shattering through the ice.

"ARGH, FUCK!" Pain seared through his shoulder while he let out a snarl, taking a few more steps back until he felt the window behind him. Red dripped down his arm while he gripped his deltoid muscle, breathing heavily while he glared at the two.

"That was a warning shot. Stay where you are," Jeffery's deep voice rang out, despite still pulsing thicker. He had rose above Vincent's height while deep cracks and creaks sounded through his bulging muscle. He was now completely exposed, save for the briefs he was wearing, which were steadily being pushed downward by his massive, pink cock and huge, tan sac.

Tachi was silent, staring at his friends through his glare. He couldn't blame them for taking precaution, especially with the situation and what he was doing. The half-broken disc was still hovering in front of him like a shield. He had to think fast; Vincent would catch him and that would be the end of everything. He couldn't let that happen.

Cyber Centurion slowly brought himself forward, lifting his paws up to show he intended no harm.

"If you come quietly, no further harm will come to you," Vincent stated, expression almost pleading. He didn't like hurting anyone, either, even if they were villainous. Some things had to be done in the name of justice, however.

The Blue Storm smirked. His maw opened only slightly while steam emitted from his lips, smoke trickling upward and curling around his muzzle. It got thicker, starting to billow from his lips before there was a heavy exhale.

Vincent didn't see it in time.

Like fire from a dragon, steam erupted from the wolf's maw and engulfed the area, spreading out and hiding him from view in the large, hot cloud. It continued to expand, but Vincent ran forward and grabbed blindly with his bracers glowing once more. His paws grabbed nothing.

"Damn it!" Cyber Centurion snarled, lighting up the cloud and causing it to disperse somewhat. He waved his paws about, trying to clear it, but it was as he feared. The Blue Storm was already gone.

"Centurion! You let him escape!" Jeffery squeaked deeply, stomping forward while he looked out the hole in the window.

"Oh, yeah, because I knew he had an internal SMOKE BOMB," Vincent snorted.

"I'll put in a police report at the station," Jeffery sighed, rubbing his head as he continued to look out the window, seeing nothing. He drew back and looked down, looking over the gun in his large hand.

"Hey, it's alright. You shot him in the shoulder, I'm sure he can take care of himself," Vincent stated, holding a hand against the huge shoulder of his grown companion.

"You know I don't like using this thing," Jeffery grunted, holstering it while looking down.

"He was about to escape and he was deflecting everything I was throwing at him. Besides, he deserved it," Vincent countered.

"Well... did he really? He made a guy get bigger," the mouse grunted, thumbing to the stirring, beastly vulpine at his desk, "whoop-de-doo."

"Maybe he can tell us," Vincent suggested, moving over to the stirring fox while helping him sit back up in his too-small chair.

Kendrick held his head, wincing an eye open while he looked to the muscular squirrel and the huge mouse nearby. He continued looking around, not seeing the big wolf.

"Is he gone?" Kendrick asked, blinking as he regained consciousness.

"He is, citizen. Are you alright? I apologize for my earlier actions, but I had no choice," Centurion stated in his cocked, heroic voice.

"I'm... I'm fine. Where did he... go?" Kendrick continued looking around, seeming dazed, regardless.

"We're unsure. What was he trying to do here?" Jeffery asked, coming closer and looking down at the huge fox, not seeming to mind that they were practically naked.

"He... I..." Kendrick trailed off, blinking again before he grinned somewhat, "I wanted to get bigger. He was helping me."

Jeffery blinked and raised an eyebrow, looking down to Vincent and back at the fox.

"That's it? Why was there a distress signal?" the mouse grunted.

"Accident," Kendrick replied, soon smiling more, "I pressed it while I was getting bigger by my desk."

Jeffery blanched. Had they made a mistake? He looked down to Vincent again, who seemed just as shocked.

"W-well... um..." Centurion stammered, scratching through his dark headfur, "I apologize... again..."

"Oh no, it was my fault. I got excited and I'm sure I came off as threatening with my new size. However, I do have work to do," Kendrick stated, adjusting his massive rump in his chair while he rolled up to his desk.

Jeffery's face had gone from white to red, seeming embarrassed.

"We... we will be on our way, then. We apologize for barging in," Cyber Centurion stated, walking out the door with Jeffery following.

"Well, this is great. We just created an enemy, and for what?" Jeffery grunted, pushing through the doorframe and popping out before shutting the door behind him.

"Something else is going on here, Jeff. The fox WAS in distress when I first arrived, but he made out with the wolf after his growth stopped!" Vincent said in exasperation while rubbing into his hair.

"Maybe it was the effects of whatever the Blue Storm used," Jeffery stated, walking down the stairs with his suited companion--the elevators wouldn't hold them at the moment.

"Well, it doesn't matter now. We'll just have to keep an eye out for him," Vincent sighed, reaching the ground floor with Jeffery stepping behind him.

"I suppose so. We're going to be late now, though," Jeffery murmured, looking at a pocket watch that he pulled up from his tattered uniform.

"Late? Late for wh-oooh... damn it, I thought you forgot," Vincent murmured.

"Why would I forget? Game night happens every week. You don't have to go," Jeffery grunted.

"Eh, it's fun to tease Scottio. I can handle a little nerding out for that," Vincent chuckled.

Jeffery rolled his eyes as they headed to his apartment to get better-suited clothing. It was time for a bit of relaxation after a day of crime fighting.

Meanwhile, the Blue Storm was flying through the air, holding his shoulder where the bullet wound was. Massive, blue wings were spread from his back, completely translucent and seeming to constantly drip with moisture. They were composed completely of water, and with each flap, a mist seemed to splash from them. Landing on the top of the Sapphire Gym, he sighed and opened the door that led to a stairwell, which ended down to Tachi's utility room.

Having already gotten the bullet out with his hydrokinesis, the blood continued to dribble from the front of his shoulder. Walking through his living room to his bedroom, Tachi lifted his diadem off, revealing his face and returning his voice back to normal. He placed the headpiece on his dresser, disrobing his coat and frilly white shirt; he tossed them to the bed to patch up later. Walking toward the bathroom, he began pulling out his medical kit. He healed faster than most, thanks to his abilities, but he still wanted to bandage himself.

"I can't let that happen again. I haven't sustained a wound in... how long? Eh... I didn't know Jeff had it in him. That was pretty hot, though," Tachi murmured to himself, looking in the mirror as he dabbed the wound with rubbing alcohol, cleaning up the blood that had smeared. After doctoring it up, he drew a bandage over it and slipped a different, more casual shirt on.

"Shit, I'm going to be late for game night," he grunted.

*****

"You think a text or something would kill you guys," Scottio huffed.

The tan horse had already set up most of the things needed for their tabletop game. The screen sat in front of Scottio's chair with a dry-erase grid in the middle of the table. Different sided dice were in piles in front of the other chairs.

"Sorry, we had a bit of late work," Vincent murmured, stepping through, "and we had a complication."

Jeffery followed behind him, having to settle for a tight, blue tank top that barely covered anything, and blue shorts that did nothing to hide the gigantic bulge hanging down below.

Scottio's jaw dropped at the sight of the mouse.

"Yeah, yeah, I know. It'll wear off eventually," Jeffery sighed, rubbing his tightly-curled red hair.

Breaking from his stupor, Scottio looked around and then hummed.

"Tachi's not with you guys?" the small horse asked.

"Haven't heard from him. Maybe he got held up at the gym," Vincent murmured.

The small horse picked up on the sullen tones almost immediately. He frowned slightly as he looked between the two men.

"W-well... um... tonight should be fun, at least. We're about to storm the citadel of Markeskild," he suggested.

"Oh, really? That's so awesome. I hope Tachi gets here soon," Jeffery stated, perking up a bit.

Vincent still seemed distracted, but he rubbed through his hair and followed the huge mouse toward the table. He looked up, grinning slightly as Jeffery tried to balance himself on the much-tinier chair.

"Uh... maybe Lorank has a chair suitable for someone your size," Scottio murmured, blinking up at the grown rodent.

"I think two would work," Vincent stated, pushing up one of the empty chairs to the back of the mouse while he chuckled.

Jeffery grunted, lifting his big rump cheek and thigh and settled it on the other, looking back over one of his massive traps as he hummed.

"Yeah, that works," the mouse murmured with a blush.

Scottio's phone vibrated. The small horse went to his chair and moved his finger over the pattern, seeing a text message pop up.

"Tachi'll be here soon, seems he's picking up some snacks," he announced, placing the phone back face-down, "he said to go ahead and start without him, his character will just be lumbering behind."

"Excellent. We just got through the winding caverns before the citadel last time," Jeffery murmured, looking to Scottio with a grin.

Vincent rubbed his head as he looked down at the grid and chuckled, soon bringing his miniature out and adjusted it with the other two that were on the board. Each one looked like their respective players, thanks to the 3D printer Tachi had. They were all quite fond of them. He continued looking at them before he noticed something peculiar about Tachi's miniature.

"Hey... Jeffery," Vincent murmured, soon reaching and picking up the small figure, examining it closer, "I never really looked close enough at Tachi's figure, but..."

As Vincent trailed off, Jeffery looked up and blinked, looking at the figure as well. After staring at it, he blinked and then looked to Vincent.

"No way. I mean... it looks kind of similar, but... Tachi always loves frilly stuff," Jeffery murmured, looking at it a bit more.

Tachi's small statue had a long, draping coat that was painted blue, silver along the edges. It wore a crown on its head, painted silver with a blue jewel in the middle. The only thing that seemed out of place was the trident the character was wielding. Everything else was uncanny.

"Hm? What's wrong with it? Tachi's had that for a long time," Scottio murmured, blinking at the two who stared intently at the small figure.

"Nothing. It's nothing. There's no way," Jeffery grunted.

"Maybe you're right. But you have to admit, it looks a lot like him," Vincent murmured, frowning from concern.

"Well, let's hope it's not! That would be even WORSE. Remember what happened?! The only thing he did was make a guy bigger, and we...! I... if it was..." Jeffery's voice rose a bit, but soon tapered off, looking upset all of a sudden.

Vincent winced at the rising volume, swiveling his ears as he set the miniature down.

"You're right, Jeff. I'm just grasping at straws now. I'm sorry," the squirrel murmured weakly.

Scottio was staring with a raised eyebrow at the two, jaw slack.

"I think... I missed something. Who? Tachi? What happened?" the small horse murmured.

"No, someone else. It's not important. Forget it," Vincent murmured, rubbing his head again, "let's just play the game."

Scottio blinked a bit more, but gave an exasperated sigh before sitting up in his chair.

"Very well, you've just made your way through the winding caverns, as you said, Jeff. You come up to a rickety bridge that led to a massive castle. Luckily, with the path you decided to take, you ended up at the back entrance. The bridge, however, looks old and worn. Are you guys going to try to cross it, or do you want to go around?" Scottio murmured, looking between the two.

Jeffery perked a bit as the description was given, looking down to the horse and then his squirrel companion.

"Well, we should probably just go over. We might have to do some dex saves to cross," the mouse murmured, rubbing his chin.

"Yeah, let's go ahead. Does Jeff suffer disadvantage from being so huge?" Vincent asked with a bit of a snicker.

Jeffery huffed, smirking somewhat at the squirrel's statement.

"Maybe I should carry you around under my arm so you don't have to worry about it," the mouse countered, tensing his arms and pecs, causing them to flare in the shirt he managed to find. The muscles bulged along, making the sleeves raise up over his tremendous biceps, pecs pressing out and showing a bit of his hair through the neck hole.

Vincent blinked and gave a huff as he watched the muscles strain before him. His groin throbbed, already pushing his shorts out under the table as he reached down and adjusted the material. His face reddened and he cleared his throat, looking to Scottio.

"We cross the bridge," the squirrel murmured.

"Well, Jeff was right. As you cross, a board or two breaks beneath your feet. Roll dex saves," Scottio murmured, trying to keep focused on his notes while Jeffery practically ripped out of his shirt.

Jeffery and Vincent both rolled their d20's, easily succeeding.

"Alright, you both easily skip over the brittle planks, making it to the other side. There doesn't seem to be anyone around as you walk down the cobblestone path toward the citadel. The iron gate was closed. However, as you stand there, you hear a deep, snorting breath, then another. As you look to the left, you see a relatively large, orange dragon. Around its neck is a metal collar with chains connected to it, leading to the wall to the left of the iron gate," Scottio murmured, grinning as he looked up at the two, "what do you do?"

"I wake up the dragon and fuck it," Vincent didn't skip a beat.

"I... uh... huh?" Scottio murmured, blinking.

"You can't fuck the dragon, dude," Jeffery stated through chuckles.

Vincent lifted himself out of the chair, reaching down and drawing his massive, shorts-covered bulge up from beneath, letting it flop on the table behind his dice. It sloshed a bit, but it was obvious it had been stirred up a bit.

Scottio's face flushed whenever he looked at it, then glanced up to Vincent with a blink.

"Oh no?" Vincent asked with a smirk. He picked up his d20 and dropped it, letting it bounce off the thick cylinder of meat before it toppled onto the table. It rolled along before stopping on the 20.

Jeffery burst into deep, bellowing laughter as he realized what happened.

"Seriously?" The small horse let out a squeak and grunted, leaning back and rubbing his head while looking up at the ceiling. "Are you really attempting that?"

"Yup!" Vincent announced with a smirk.

"The dragon wakes up as you approach it, but as you... work your charisma... he doesn't immediately attack you. He even seems enthralled by your presence--" the flustered Scottio was cut off by a knock at the door.

"Must be Tachi," Vincent said, pulling his junk from the table as it bounced back between his thighs. He walked to the door and pulled it open, revealing the huge wolf with armfuls of bags and a few pizza boxes being held up by a paw.

"Nngh, sorry I'm late, guys. Wanted to make a quick food run and all," Tachi murmured, peeking around the bags he was holding, "anything exciting happen yet?"

"I'm about to fuck a dragon!" Vincent stated with a broad smirk, collecting a few of the bags to assist the bigger male.

"No shit? Dude, I'll take the front!" Tachi laughed, pulling the door shut behind him.

"You can't fuck the dragon, Vincent!" Scottio called from the other room.

"I fuck plenty of dragons, why can't I fuck this one? I just bloated up one at the gym the other day!" Vincent replied with a grunt, setting the bags on the nearby counters, "and besides, I rolled a nat 20!"

Tachi began laughing this time, walking into the den. However, his laughing stopped when he paused in place at the sight of Jeffery. Although he knew exactly how it happened, considering it was he who caused it, he feigned surprise and moved toward him.

"Holy shit, Jeff! What happened to you?" he laughed, reaching over and gripping one of the monstrous arms on the powerful mouse.

"U-uh... armor... malfunction, I assume. I'm not sure, actually," Jeffery smiled sheepishly, flexing his arm for the wolf while he glanced to Vincent.

Vincent saw his companion's eyes and then swiveled his ears.

"Hey... Tachi? Does... 'Blue Storm' mean anything to you?" Jeffery asked, his smile falling a bit.

Tachi's smile also fell, but he blinked at the sudden seriousness. He looked from Jeffery's face to Vincent, then back to the mouse again. He raised an eyebrow as he released the mouse's arm slightly when he seemed to realize the gravity of the question.

"Unfortunately not... Should it? Is something wrong?" Tachi asked, his own seriousness becoming apparent. The wolf knew how to make a lie as genuine as possible.

"No, no... it's nothing, I was just wondering. No need to worry," Jeffery reassured, smile returning--he seemed relieved, at least.

Vincent looked a bit guilty, glancing away from Tachi and down at the food he was setting up.

"O-kaaay... uuuuh... anyway, you guys should like these snacks. Best ones I could find on short notice," Tachi continued, setting up a few bowls and taking out the party trays and other goodies that he surrounded with chips and dips. He paused as he noticed Vincent, frowning and bringing his paw to the squirrel's back.

"Hey, what's going on? Are you guys alright?" he murmured, more quietly to Vincent.

"Yeah, I just... I need to trust my friends more, I suppose," Vincent replied softly as he set the rest of the containers out.

"Psh, come on. Everyone distrusts sometimes, that's what makes us... intelligent creatures. Question everything. Look for loose ends and tie them up. Uh... live life. The point is, friendship is stronger than most forces. What doesn't break us makes us stronger," the wolf murmured, smiling as he brought his paw up to Vincent's chin, lifting it up. "We're here to have fun right now. Together. The past doesn't matter."

Vincent blinked as he looked up at the wolf, swiveling his ears with a gulp. Tachi was talking like he knew exactly what the squirrel was concerned over. With a nod, he looked down again, still seeming unconvinced.

Tachi leaned in, pressing a kiss to the squirrel's lips. He tilted his head, bringing his paw from that chin and along that neck, holding him while he growled against the beefy rodent. His other paw ventured downward, giving a firm squeeze to Vincent's fat junk, rolling it in his paws as he held the other closer, letting their hairy, warm bodies mesh together.

Vincent grunted at the squeeze, but he didn't resist. He pressed into Tachi's huge form and lifted a paw up, squeezing against one of those fat nipples that capped his pecs, leaving the wolf to groan while his own package throbbed. They meshed together while saliva trickled, trailing down their chins in a sloppy manner before Tachi parted it, breathing a bit while he looked over the squirrel's face.

"And we can have more fun after the game, if you want," Tachi murmured with a grin.

"Get a room!" Jeffery called out, laughing somewhat, "there's plenty here, after all. I want some too."

Scottio was gawking again, watching the make out and the bulge groping. He rubbed his head and huffed while his face reddened again, though looked along the filled countertops.

"Geez, feast much?" Scottio blinked at the sight of the spread.

"Thou can not adventureth on an empty stomach, oh mighty dungeon master!" Tachi replied with gusto, releasing Vincent and grinning as he opened a few steamy containers that wafted the smell of meats and cheeses through the room. It didn't take long for his plate to be filled with the various snacks he had brought.

Vincent let out a "pfft" and loaded his own plate before sitting back down, seeming in a much better mood all of a sudden. Scottio followed to get some of it, and finally, the massive, lumbering mouse got three plates. The three men looked up from the table at the sight of Jeff bringing back a triple serving, Tachi chuckling a bit in the process.

"What? Hi, I'm big, shut up," Jeff grunted as he sat down, face red as he began to eat.

"So, back to me fucking the dragon," Vincent murmured, though somewhat muffled with the food in his maw.

Scottio sighed and rubbed his head, looking at the three players before he snorted, gaining a stern look on his face.

"The dragon doesn't let you fuck it. However, due to your charisma, he seems calm as you approach. Around his neck, you can see a few keys dangling," the horse murmured.

"Aw, c'mon. I wanted to double-team him," Tachi replied with a smirk.

"Fiiiine, I slowly take the keys from its neck if it shows no signs of aggression when I do it," Vincent murmured, stuffing his muzzle a bit more.

"Alright, he lets you take the keys, but continues to stare warily at you," the small horse continued.

Vincent hummed and then rubbed his chin.

"Try a few of the keys to the dragon's collar. There's a lock, right?" Vincent asked.

"The collar comes off with a clank, releasing it," Scottio grinned somewhat and looked to the squirrel, "and it still stares. However, after a few moments, you realize that he knows what you've done and quickly flies off. Behind him is a small chest of gold. Your party gets five platinum pieces, 300 gold pieces, and a sword that gives off an arcane feel."

"Aw yeah. I guess I can settle with not fucking the dragon, then. Try the keys on the iron gates," the squirrel murmured through his mouthful.

"The gate opens slowly to a long, musty corridor of tiles and candles. It seemed like no one had been there for years. Cobwebs lined a few of the candle holders. There was a thick layer dust among the small decorations along the walls. I assume you guys are proceeding?" Scottio asked.

"Yeah, let's go guys," Tachi murmured, grinning as they all continued eating.

A couple of hours and waves of enemies later, they would proceed to roleplay to the top of the citadel. In the meantime, the massive bear that ran the resort lumbered into the room, sniffing the air. Lorank stomped in and sniffed along the food, to which he looked to the four others that were crowded around the table, watching them move their miniatures about and roll dice. He rolled his eyes and huffed, soon tapping Tachi on the shoulder.

"Hm? What's up, big guy?" Tachi asked.

Lorank motioned to the food and then pointed to himself.

"Oh, yeah, definitely. Take as much as you want, big guy. We've already had our fill," Tachi replied with a grin, patting the massive forearm of the gigantic, red-furred bear.

Lorank grinned and leaned down, giving a kiss to the wolf's cheek before going to fix his own plate. After he had loaded it, he lumbered over toward Scottio's chair and leaned over, looking over the screen and the scribbles he had made on his notepad. The gigantic pecs pressed along the small horse's head, almost engulfing it while the huge bear snacked.

Scottio gasped as the huge mounds pressed over him, engulfing him in thick hair and musk. He blinked and looked up, giving a light squeak as he tried to press away from the huge bear, but he was all around. He listened to the deep, happy grunts of the bear eating his food while trying to focus on the campaign.

"U-uh... you guys... make it to the top... of the citadel. You meet the self-proclaimed king, an orc chieftain by the name of Gorgnok, which he shouts as you enter his throne room," the horse murmured, trying to stifle his swelling bulge beneath the table, shifting in his chair.

"I seduce him," Vincent murmurs, leaving Tachi and Jeffery to chuckle again.

"He's a boss monster," Scottio murmured with wide eyes, "you can't seduce a boss monster."

"I'm pretty sure I can. My charisma is off the charts," Vincent countered.

"I... Vincent, he's an ORC. CHIEFTAIN. He's also crazy. And a psychopath. How are you going to charm an orc who thrives on bloodlust?" Scottio huffed.

"You wanna know?" Vincent leaned toward Scottio, almost whispering.

Scottio's eyes widened, though he nodded and leaned in toward the squirrel.

"Come a bit closer, it's a secret," Vincent whispered this time.

Scottio was leaning away from Lorank, ears perked toward the other.

In an instant, Vincent drew his big, dark paw behind Scottio's head and drew him into a thick, sloppy kiss. His lips spread, trailing his tongue into the small horse's sputtering mouth, hearing the whines and moans while the squirrel continued assaulting the equine with his lock. He tilted his head, saliva trickling down his chin while he lapped deeply into Scottio's maw, feeling it spread and press more firmly against his own.

Tachi whistled while Jeffery chuckled, but perked his ears whenever he looked to the distracted mouse. While the two made out, the wolf lifted his foot upward and pressed his thick sole along the middle of the mouse's groin, shoving at the gigantic junk that was resting there. He pressed deeply, rolling it a bit while he looked and connected eyes with Jeffery.

The mouse gasped as he felt it, knees hitting the table and causing it to shift. He looked to the distracted squirrel and horse before looking back at Tachi, smirking to him. Jeffery tensed his thighs, causing his package to press more firmly along that sole, rolling his hips slightly with a grunt. It throbbed fatter, heavier while the wolf moved his foot, leaving him to shudder and spread his legs wider.

Tachi smirked at the response and only sank his foot deeper, kneading against the pulsing package while it fattened, bulging in those straining shorts while his own groin throbbed at his own actions. His toes pinched and kneaded against one of those big balls as he felt it slosh and gurgle against his foot, but he continued to knead and press against it while Jeffery turned toward him a bit more to let him have easier access.

Lorank snickered somewhat through his food, soon bringing himself to the chair that Scottio was sitting in, placing his own huge rump on it. He drew the horse's rump into his lap after Vincent released the kiss, letting the small equine press against the massive bear bulge below. The horse sputtered a bit more, squirming at his new "seat" and huffed, dripping with squirrel saliva while he swiveled his ears.

"N-no, Vincent, you can't... seduce the orc chief. Roll initiative," the horse grunted, feeling the bulges beneath his rump shift while he was engulfed with bear hair and muscle.

"Aw man, you never let us have some sexy fun," Vincent grumbled, crossing his thick arms after rolling his d20.

Lorank watched the dice hitting the table, sniffing lightly as he continued biting into his pizza. He picked up one of the tiny d20's and rolled it on the table as well, watching it stop on the 12. He looked at the others with a raised eyebrow, rolling his eyes before he patted Scottio on the head, deciding to stand. He slipped the equine off and walked to the snacks, getting a bit more food before trodded back to his room.

"Huh, must not be excited by numbers," Tachi murmured with a chuckle, pressing his foot harder into Jeffery's groin, causing the huge mouse to gasp slightly and grip the table.

Vincent perked and looked up at the distracted, tensing mouse and then to Tachi, who was smirking while Scottio smoothed his hair back down, sitting to continue the campaign. The squirrel smirked and looked back to the mouse, bringing his own paw down to slide along his leg, gripping beside Tachi's broad foot. He squeezed into the firming groin, feeling it swell bigger between his fingers and against his palm.

Jeffery was trying to stifle his groans as he was stimulated by the two men. His shorts were already ripping over his gigantic package, heated liquid dripping and staining the material before it tore a bit more. He was breathing heavily while his muscles tensed, arms bulging with his grip to the table, looking to the horse while smiling tightly.

The battle was started while the mouse being molested by his two friends. They were all rolling their hit chances and damage, dodging and parrying where they could. Through the fighting, there were more rips being heard beneath the table while Tachi continued to work his toes and pads along the straining junk, but soon, the loudest rip of all was heard, a heavy, meaty thud smacking up to the underside of the table.

Scottio blinked and looked to the three, who all perked and looked back.

"Sorry, hit my... uh... knee," Jeffery murmured with his face reddening, his breathing still heavy.

"Ahuh... anyway, he's bloodied now. You guys are hitting him pretty hard," Scottio murmured as they continued the fight.

Now that Jeffery's cock was out and throbbing, the naughty wolf trailed his foot along the length a bit more. Tachi rumbled and pressed it up along the table as the pulsing grew heavier, making the mouse shudder and roll his hips, a few dribbles of precum giving slight pattering sounds along the floor. Vincent's paw was steadily squeezing it as well, rubbing along one of those massive balls hanging so low in those shorts.

Scottio was talking about something, so he didn't hear. He announced that the orc had been killed and they received their experience and the magic items that were in the throne room. Afterward, they had quickly made their way out of the citadel to go back to the nearby town with the orc's head to show that they were no longer under the tyranny of the chieftain.

It was difficult to concentrate for the other three, though. With that huge cock throbbing, it began to hit the table with each pulse and Jeffery couldn't keep quiet any longer. He arched and gasped, groaning as a splatter of precum could be heard from below.

The small horse blinked and looked to the three, not even regarding him this time.

"Guys?" Scottio squeaked, seeming to take in the growing masculine scent that filled the room, his own groin tight in his pants from the earlier motions from Vincent.

"Hm? Oh, let's make our way to the inn, then. I give the inn keeper a handy as payment for the night," Vincent murmured with a smirk.

"Y-you can't... give the inn keeper a hand job, Vincent..." Scottio murmured, taking a heavy swallow.

"Oh come on, Scotty," Vincent murmured, taking his attention away from Jeffery to lean toward the small equine, reaching out and gripping his groin.

"V-Vincent!" Scottio squeaked, gasping from the squeeze.

Vincent pressed his paw beneath the waistband of the horse's shorts, gripping at his groin directly and squeezing firmly. He rolled the throbbing flesh while he rumbled, smirking a bit more at his friend.

"You're telling me this isn't worth a bed for a night?" the squirrel teased, stroking and kneading with his expert fingers. The strength behind them dug into that member, feeling it pulsing fatter, sliding down his leg.

Scottio squeaked and moaned, reaching down to grip the big wrist of the squirrel, panting as he arched upward. His voice raised as his own dark spot grew down below, causing him to squirm further as he pressed to the table, trying to scoot back from Vincent's grasp.

"Stop squirming so much, I'm trying to make a point. Do I have to do it harder? I'm sure the keeper would love this," the squirrel smirked as he squeezed a bit tighter, pumping it roughly while he growled.

"Y-yes, yes, fine, he'll allow it! Nngh... don't... make me cream my pants, Vince!" Scottio squirmed, gasping as more precum dribbled down his thigh in his shorts.

Tachi hadn't let up from the grinds of the mouse cock. His own shorts were tenting hard, though he gave a gasp at a foot on his own package. He looked up, seeing Vincent had returned and decided to give his own footsie. The wolf gripped the table and rolled himself forward, pressing his foot a bit harder along Jeffery's cock in the meantime.

Scottio was panting, quivering somewhat.

"I-I guess... we can pause here for the night, sleeping at the inn. I'm sure you guys will have a feast... and have fun in the beds, huh..." the small horse panted, adjusting his shorts a bit more before he collected the dice and the mat, placing them aside.

"U-uugh... finally...!" Jeffery moaned out and arched, his cock suddenly slamming up to the table, knocking it over and causing it to fall on its side. He revealed his gigantic member that lifted up and throbbed above. Precum dribbled with louder plops now, his shorts having torn from his bulging nuts. He reached over and gripped Tachi by the shirt, pulling him forward into a deep, heavy kiss.

Tachi gasped as he was so easily pulled to the massive mouse, grunting and returning the kiss as he gripped into the powerful chest of the bulky man. He rolled the muscle tit a bit while he shared saliva, tilting his head and trailing his tongue into Jeffery's. Drool was already dribbling while Tachi moaned in bliss, his shorts straining harder, pushed down by his straining cock. The big wolf was pressed to the nearby wall with Jeffery stomping forward.

"Hope this is a cheap shirt," Jeff growled, gripping it and suddenly ripping it off with a tense of his arm.

Tachi's torso was soon bare, belly flopping down before tensing with the muscle beneath the belly. However, he had forgotten about one little key factor and the mouse's shifted tone startled the wolf.

"Tachi..." Jeffery murmured as he looked to the wolf's shoulder, "why... why do you have a bandage there?"

The wolf blinked, looking up and then to the right, looking at his shoulder. He had to think fast.

"Flu shot," he murmured with a sheepish grin, "I told them I didn't need one, but they insisted. Forgot it was there."

Jeffery gripped the bandage and tugged it off before Tachi could respond.

There was no wound and the mouse's eyes widen.

Tachi winced at the sudden rip, swiveling his ears and frowning at the mouse.

"Jeffery?" the wolf asked, putting on a shaky tone, "Is everything... okay? Did I do something wrong?"

The mouse shook his head quickly, pressing closer to the bare chest of the wolf. He lifted his paw and ripped his shirt to let his own pecs spill out, bouncing to Tachi's.

"I'm sorry, Tachi. There was a guy that... gave us some trouble earlier. He kind of reminded us of you, I suppose..." Jefferey murmured his explanation.

Tachi blinked and then trailed his fingers through that curly, red hair atop the mouse's head, soon pulling him down. He let their gigantic pecs press together, sliding along each other while the heat built between them as they slipped down the wall, falling to the floor while the wolf drew him forward.

"Is that all? He must've been pretty hot, then. Forget about it, Jeff, let's focus on the now," the wolf rumbled with a smirk. He gripped the mouse's head and drew him into a deeper kiss, slurping into his maw while he felt the powerful arms surrounding his waist. He felt the mouse shoving that gigantic cock along his front, steadily pressing him down further while they growled against each other.

"Yeah, you're right. I'm going to fuck you," Jeffery grunted.

Tachi's face reddened somewhat at the forwardness, regardless of being pinned by the gigantic mouse before-hand.

"Fuck me then, big mouse," he growled in reply.

Vincent, watching the action, soon lifted himself up, pulling his shirt off. His thick, hairy body lumbered forward and pressed his own straining bulge along Jeffery's rump, letting those huge cheeks spread around his throbbing groin. He tugged at his shorts and let them fall, huge pink cock flopping over Jeffery's back while his fat, dark nuts slapped along those cheeks.

"And I'm gonna fuck you, Jeff. I've been waiting the entire night for this," Vincent murmured with a smirk, though soon looked back at Scottio. He motioned with a finger as he rumbled. "And I seduce the dungeon master. Pretend I rolled another nat 20."

The small horse's face was red, speechless from the moment the table had been flipped. He watched Jeffery press Tachi into the wall, but flushed further whenever he was regarded by the squirrel. Whenever he was called over, Scottio followed, breathing heavily while his thick precum continued dribbling down his leg. He couldn't resist the squirrel's charisma, even if he wanted to. He stood beside the three men on top of each other, looking helpless.

In the meantime, Jeffery shoved his massive cock between Tachi's thighs after pulling his shorts the rest of the way down. The wide, pink head pressed against that huge rump, shoving the cheeks apart before the dribbling head press and was kissed by the wolf's thick, black tailhole. The fat member spread Tachi more and more before the helmet popped behind that tight ring.

Tachi gripped into those pecs and gasped, snarling in bliss and sinking his paws into the huge mounds. He squeezed and whimpered as his waist bulged with the shape of that massive cock, lifting his head back a bit more as he snarled. His thighs were spreading wider as he pressed back further against the wall, drooling into the kiss that was still going on.

"F-fuck... I think you're bigger than... when you were at the gym," the wolf gasped as he saw the bulge moving beneath his thick muscle gut, visibly moving with the pushing thighs of the powerful mouse.

Vincent gripped Scottio's shoulder and drew him up, dropping him between his thick pecs and Jeffery's broad, rippling back. The dark squirrel smirked a bit more and pressed his hairy mounds against Scottio's front, pressing him down a bit more while he arched, letting his cock slap against that mouse rump. He pushed forward, sinking his fat, pink length between the muscled cheeks, feeling it eagerly accept and almost tug at it.

Scottio was whimpering as he looked up at the big squirrel who was practically three times his width. He was pressed against the damp tits and felt the muscles rippling behind him, leaving his shorts to tent further, dribbling more against the abs it was grinding against. He felt Vincent's paws sliding up his shirt, soon pulling it from his torso and tossing it to the floor behind him, leaving him to squeak and shudder.

"The dungeon master should start describing the environment," Vincent whispered.

The small horse whimpered and gripped into the hairy pecs that were shoved against him, breathing heavily and rolling them while he stared. His shorts were soaked while he continued to rub and knead, worshipping the powerful squirrel chest that was pinning him so thoroughly. His fingers trailed to the edges to grip the fat nipples, tugging them as they filled his hands. He listened to Vincent groan from the stimulation, pinning him harder as he thrusted into the mouse.

Jeffery moaned out as well, inner muscles clenching before he slammed forward, sending a few feet of mouse cock into Tachi's body, spreading his front quite thoroughly. It strained through as precum filled him, already rounding his belly a bit while he kissed and lapped into the wolf's muzzle. Saliva continued to splash from their lips as he grinded and thrusted into Tachi's rump, feeling those inner muscles rippling while their pecs slapped to one another, shoving and meshing together as sweat dripped.

"J-Jeff... you're so fucking huge," Tachi gasped, reaching up to grip the wide shoulders, squeezing the muscles as he felt the thrusting begin. His cock throbbed up, pinned between muscle gut and the mouse's powerful abs, sliding upward as he arched with the fucking.

As Jeff lifted his waist to thrust into Tachi, Vincent pushed forward to meet him. He growled to Scottio while the small hands gripped more, leaning forward to press his lips to the horse's. They began to make out as well, trailing his thick tongue along the smaller one, matching Jeffery's thrusts. Precum dribbled from his own length, pushing into the mouse while he slurped and sucked Scottio's lips.

"T-three... huge beasts find the den of lust..." Scottio panted through the kisses, taking a breath whenever they parted now and then, "and the powerful aura of the room... overtook them. Two of them went at each other while the darker man joined in, pulling the small, helpless DM against his huge, sweaty body..."

Vincent chuckled, growling into the kiss before he slurped along that muzzle, kissing into him again. He grinded harder, fucking deeper into Jeffery's body as more precum splattered. It filled the mouse's belly, causing it to push out similarly to the wolf's, but not nearly as quick. He gushed while he flexed his pecs, bulking them out into Scottio's grasping paws, rolling along his form while he panted and moaned into the kiss while the heat steadily increased around them.

Tachi grinned as he heard Scottio talking, but was soon only able to focus on the slamming mouse cock moving through him. He listened to the increasing grunts of the other while the thrusts grew harder, driving him along the floor and pulling Vince and Scottio with him. The wolf's inner muscles clenched while sweat dripped from his brow, reaching from those shoulders to grip at the huge pecs pressing along his own, almost engulfing them with the size they had.

"Harder, Jeff... make me feel your strength," Tachi panted, his eyes glinting in the light while he squeezed and rolled those mounds a bit more.

The mouse didn't need further encouragement. He slammed roughly into the wolf while reaching around his waist, holding him steady so he wouldn't be bucked through the wall. He humped and thrusted, jerking Vincent and Scottio above as he growled and panted, steam almost erupting from his small nose as he arched. More precum gushed, leaving the wolf's belly to swell further--he'd be bloated by the end of it.

The sharp thrusts left Vincent to gasp and push forward, grinding his pecs harder over Scottio and folding around his torso. They almost pulled him into the deep, musky crevice before he reached forward, gripping against Scottio's arms while he rolled himself back and forth. His cock bashed harder into the mouse's walls while he used his abs and pecs to slide along Scottio's groin, smirking down at him through his wincing pleasure.

"A-and... the small DM couldn't resist the huge, muscled hunk that was one of the beasts of the group. He needed to rub and squeeze... knead and grope. He was so big, so powerful... that the smaller man couldn't resist him. He was slammed over and over again against the monstrous mouse's back, losing HP with every hit," the horse gasped, grinding upward as he moaned while more precum soaked his lower half, unable to get his shorts down from being so thoroughly pinned.

"He would roll saving throws, but he kept failing... There was nothing he could do. It looked hopeless for the small horse," Vincent growled, almost dangerously. His smirk was apparent while sweat dripped, pressing his lips back against Scottio's.

Jeffery was pounding harder. His hips were slamming as his balls drew along the floor, precum filling the wolf up more while he moaned. He pressed his forehead against Tachi's while he held him, the other two unable to see the wolf from the size of the mouse. Tachi was completely hidden in mouse bulk. He felt the muscles shifting over him, rolling and gripping him through the pleasure, hair bristling against hair.

All four of them were grinding against each other, Scottio making the most noise from his squeaks and moans. The small horse humped into Vincent's front, gripping harder into the pecs that folded around him, though he could barely move from the other's form pinning him down into Jeffery's massive back. He felt his precum dribbling harder, making him squirm as his shorts continued to squelch and move over his straining cock.

Vincent was humping harder as well. While Jeffery's thrusts grew more erratic, so did the squirrel's, trying to keep pace with his beastly companion. It was difficult with the sheer strength Jeffery had gained, though. Regardless, he pumped harder, still slurping into Scottio's maw while his paws stroked through his mane, squeezing along his shoulder while he flexed his powerful pecs and abdomen against the small horse.

Tachi felt the massive length thrusting through him, bulging him out further while his cock splattered between their forms, sliding up to their pecs to add to the moisture between them. The wolf brought his paw up, squeezing along that huge neck and sliding through that tight red hair, rubbing along his scalp while he drew himself up to make out with Jeffery all the more. Their tongues slid along each other as they grunted and groaned with each other, the pounding growing harder, knowing the powerful rodent was about to blow.

Scottio couldn't take it anymore. He arched and whinnied, nickering and squeaking with each grind and thrust. He squirmed beneath the kisses of the big, burly squirrel, feeling the hair prickling against his own pelt, muscles rolling harder against him.

"A-and... and the DM... would end up failing... one last time... H-he couldn't... overcome the beasts... and fell to them!" the horse whinnied before squealing out as his cock unleashed into his shorts. Gush after gush erupted from his thick horse member, coating the material and splashing downward between them as he arched. The heated liquid would splash from Vincent's front, dribbling over the back of the mouse's massive balls.

Tachi growled and gripped roughly into Jeffery's chest all the more, his rump clenching harder, rolling over the massive cock as it pushed through him over and over again. The friction caused more heat, tingling with the pressure and pleasure of it all. It wasn't long before the wolf was squirming and gasping as well. His orgasm exploded through him, gushing from his big, black cock and firing over their forms, coating their fronts with white.

With the rump spasming and clenching over his cock, Jeffery gasped and growled louder, almost snarling in a beastly manner while he humped and shoved. The fleshy vice around his cock caused his own rump to clench, tensing up around Vincent's member while he pressed back and forth, humping deeply into Tachi before his body bulked up. It flared, muscles tensing and rippling with strength as he panted and gasped.

The movements and cum splashing from Scottio caused Vincent to snarl louder. He tensed as well, muscles rippling before he peaked, gushing into Jeffery's rump. His heavy squirrel seed filled the other rodent, feeling every clench and tug from those powerful glutes that caused his peak to hit. Each slam sent Scottio bouncing between them. Vincent was focused on his own pleasure at the moment, however, while he thrusted harder.

Jeffery was the last to hit his orgasm. His cock rumbled with its size, pulsing and rippling as his gigantic balls surged, pulling up toward him before the cum flowed. It exploded into Tachi like a volcano, firing hot lava-like mouse seed into him and flaring his belly. It bloated and grew between them, pressing the wolf down while the mouse continued slamming in. Those balls gurgled audibly through the room, but was drowned out by all four men moaning and snarling with each other.

Tachi squirmed and gurgled, eyes widening and rolling back while his belly strained with so much rodent seed. He reached down, feeling it stretching and bloating beneath his fingers, spreading them slowly as Jeffery unloaded into him. He felt it creaking, starting to slow in its growth despite Jeffery not letting up on his eruption. With the pressure growing, the wolf began to belch slightly, groaning and gurgling before white splashed from his lips.

The mouse watched that maw dripping white through his wincing. He smirked as he grunted and moaned, leaning forward and kissing the wolf, tilting his head while he tasted his own cum dribbling into his maw from Tachi's. He reached up, trailing his fingers through the thick, blond locks of the wolf while he sucked and slurped the liquid that began to spew from the wolf's lips into his own. He drank his cum down, still gushing and pressing against the huge wolf.

Vincent felt Jeff's belly pressing out while he held around him, almost unable to grasp it with the squirming horse between them. He lapped at Scottio's muzzle as the smaller horse's orgasm waned and dribbled, leaving him to focus on the rest of his own. He humped and stroked through Scottio's mane a bit more, humping hard into his mouse companion while unloading fully into him. It wasn't long before his own dribbled to a stop.

Tachi came down from his orgasm, but the mouse's raged on, splashing from his belly and maw and into Jeffery's. He felt the tan belly pressing down over him, bloating the mouse's abs out and pressing against the cream-colored gut. Each gush left Tachi to spew more of that rodent cum into Jeffery's maw, stroking through his pec fur and squeezing into the nipples capping them. They were so thick and meaty that they filled his paws, easily tugging them like trash can lids.

After minutes had gone by, Jeffery's orgasm dribbled down until it stopped. He huffed, panting as he parted their cum-laden kiss, licking his lips and stroking through Tachi's hair a bit more. Sweat dripped down and collided with each other's bodies, musk wafting from their powerful forms, but the mouse's was strongest. He panted, licking his lips a bit more before he laid there for a moment, trying to catch his breath.

Vincent gripped around Scottio's form and pulled him upward, smirking at his dripping shorts. He slowly tugged out of Jeffery's powerful glutes, wincing in pleasure as his softening cock slapped over his beachball-sized nuts. He panted, lapping over the small equine's face, setting him down afterward. The squirrel snickered at the sopping shorts that slapped along Scottio's thighs.

It took a few more moments, but Jeffery slowly drew out of Tachi, leaving an eruption of cum to follow before the wolf closed back up. He drew his lumbering form upward and tugged the wolf to stand as well, smirking at the sloshing gut that he gave the wolf. He drew his huge arm around the wolf's shoulders, drawing him tightly against his chest and near his pit, coating him in a bit more of his sweat and musk.

Tachi grunted and squirmed in the grasp, but soon nuzzled deeply along that chest and into the crevices that contained that scent. He breathed heavily, looking up at the mouse before lifting his head, giving one more deep, sloppy kiss to the rodent's lips, growling against him while he felt their muscles pulsing against one another. After parting, he leaned into the huge form before grinning to the other two.

"Same time next week? You need to get big more often, Jeff," Tachi rumbled in delight.

Scottio whined again, tugging at his shorts and letting them fall to the floor with a sloppy splatter.

"Same time next week," Vincent replied, moving over to the wolf and sharing a kiss as well. He slurped into the wolf's maw and rumbled, holding the two men before drawing Scottio in the middle, squeezing them between massive, bulging pecs, two heavy cum-filled bellies, and a thick set of abs.

"F-fuck, guys, I can't cum anymore," Scottio whined as he felt every mountain of pec flesh grinding against him, meshing sweat into his fur, coating him with three different musks. He dripped and went slack, letting them have their way as he moaned.

"Should've let me fuck the dragon, I'd have been completely satisfied," Vincent murmured with a growl and grin.

"N-no you wouldn't have..." the horse replied with a huff.

"Besides, I'm better than any dragon," Jeffery rumbled in reply, flexing against them and holding all three now.

"N-nggh, I'll say..." Tachi murmured with a grin, kissing the mouse, squirrel, and horse once more.

Lorank lumbered in once more, though paused at the sight of the four men, now naked with clothes strewn about, as well as a few puddles of white and clear on the floor. He huffed, frowning at the four before he crossed his arms, almost looking incredulous at the apparent sexual enjoyments that went on.

"Sorry, big guy. You could've stayed, though! You can join us next week, if you want," Tachi suggested with a smirk.

Lorank huffed and gave a shrug, setting the table back to its legs, nodding somewhat.

"Oh, great. Now I have to handle four gigantic men who want to tease me," Scottio huffed, almost throwing his hands up.

"You know you like it, oh great dungeon master. Just wait until next week," Vincent snickered, licking his lips at the ideas he was already coming up with to mess with Scottio.

The horse whined and rubbed his head. Maybe he should've let Vincent fuck the dragon.