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“[i]Ow![/i]"

Walid heard the impact and the resulting cry of pain all the way from upstairs. He was just coming out of the bathroom when the sound made his giant elephant body jolt. He recognized the voice of his husband, twisted as it was by whatever injury he'd suffered. All 750 pounds of the Indian elephant came charging out of the bedroom and down the hall towards the foyer steps. His thick trunk-feet thundered down the steps, a blur of dark tan legs and khaki shorts. Extreme worry kept his eyes wide while horrible images of exaggerated grisliness flashed through his mind. After landing in the first floor of the foyer he bolted for the kitchen where the backdoor was. He was there in a flash where he found Ethan.

Ethan was alive, that much the giant African elephant was certain of thanks to the sharp pain ringing through the very pinnacle of his cranium. He rubbed a hand through his crop of white hair, normally slicked into a shine across his scalp, now in a mess. His white handlebar mustache was intact as well as the two ivory tusks that jutted from his grimacing mouth. A terrific trunk was curled up in pain just in front of his massive gut. His black and white-banded bowler hat was on the floor in front of his feet. Though the sun was shining full tilt behind him with all its summer might, he wore a mint green vest over a white button shirt complete with a bowtie. Matching gray pants fell atop shined leather shoes and were bowed at the groin by his colossal cock and balls.

“Son of a bitch…" he grumbled. He creaked one eye open and looked at the top of the doorway. “It was only a matter of time." He pulled his hand from his head and looked at his fingers. No blood. That was good, at least, though a knot was certain to come.

“What happened?" asked Walid, empathetic to Ethan's pain but also relieved that it wasn't the terrible scene he'd braced himself for.

“I cracked my head on the damn doorway. [i]Fuck![/i]" The expletive made Walid jump a little. Ethan rarely cursed out of anger, gentleman that he was.

“Ohhh, you poor baby. Let me see." Walid hurried over and got on his tippy toes to see the top of Ethan's head. Ethan bowed so he could see. There wasn't any gash, but down the pale crease in the very center of his scalp was a rapidly swelling red mark. “Oof. That looks like it hurts. Here. Let me make it better." He hoisted his trunk up and “kissed" the injury with his nostrils. “Better?"

It got a giggle out of Ethan, at least. “Of course."

“I'll get you some ice. You have a seat."

Ethan did so while Walid grabbed a sandwich bag and filled it with ice from the freezer. “I dropped my hat on the way in here," Ethan told him. “I squatted to pick it up, then stood straight up like a fool." He went back to rubbing his afflicted head. “Damn. My head is still ringing. I can feel a goose egg growing."

“I bet." Walid came over with the ice bag wrapped in some paper towel and planted it on Ethan's head which Ethan held onto. He thanked Walid. “You're welcome. I think you oughtta be more careful coming through that doorway from now on."

“I think we oughtta hire someone to expand the damn thing like we always talk about." Ethan grumbled to himself. “Or at least I always talk about."

“I have to squeeze through that doorway too, you know."

“Not as tightly as I do."

“Then maybe you should lose weight, old man."

“Who the hell are you calling old, young man?"

“Anyone who uses the words 'young man' is automatically old in my book."

“And anyone who calls people old men clearly haven't been disciplined enough in their youth."

“Well, I'm still in mine, so maybe you oughtta discipline me."

Ethan scowled at him. “Aye, maybe I ought to." The bitterness of their argument withered when they both smiled. “Anyway, even if I lost all the weight in the world, there's nothing I can do about my height."

“I know, sweety. I don't want you to lose any weight anyway." Walid clapped a hand on Ethan's gut and gave it a good jiggle. “Ain't nothing I wouldn't do to hold onto this big ol' orb."

Ethan laughed and batted him away playfully. “But honestly, that doorway needs expanding in both directions. Entering one's own home ought to be painless. We should do both front and back while we're at it."

“And how much will that cost?"

“Nothing we can't afford, but not something we can do multiple times. The trouble with an old house like this is we need someone who specializes in working with them. You can't hire your average contractor. They'll expand the doorway, but in a way that might ruin the integrity of the surrounding walls. These homes are built different, quite literally."

Walid harrumphed. “You should've thought of that before you demanded we move into this place."

“I did, and I didn't demand anything. I merely insisted."

“Yeah, well you insisted pretty strongly."

Ethan smirked. “You love this place and you know it."

“Yeah, only because you do." Walid gave him another peck with his trunk. He twirled around and went into the kitchen. “I'm about to cook dinner. What do you want?"

Ethan's gaze was on Walid's ass as he walked away. His head was still in pain and yet he felt a mood coming on. “Oh, anything's fine. Whatever you can cook up." [i]What's come over me? Maybe it was that kiss. Silly to be rowdy over something like that.[/i] So he thought, and yet the real meal he was after was currently at the pantry, fetching ingredients.

“Well, that's good," said Walid. “'Cause we don't have a lot. That's my bad for not going grocery shopping today or yesterday. How does a carrot stew sound?" He turned to look at Ethan and saw him looking distant. “Ethan?"

He snapped his eyes back up. “I'm sorry?"

“I said I can make us some carrot stew. Is that OK?"

“Yes! Yes, that sounds great, just great."

“Don't fall asleep on me, now. I don't need you to die 'cause you gave yourself a concussion."

Ethan chuckled. “Hardly. It's going to take a whole lot more than that to rattle my noggin."

“I bet, it's so freakin' big."

Ethan rolled his eyes. “Hush."

Walid had dinner ready in under half an hour. Like he said, there wasn't much for him to work with, so Ethan had to go without their usual game of guessing ingredients with his nose. He asked for a cheap bottle of wine from the cabinet, not a more expensive one from the rack. “Carrot stew's not special enough for the big stuff, huh?" Walid asked while pouring Ethan a glass.

“Not at this complexity, no. Complex wines call for complex meals to accompany them."

“Right, right. I'll get you something complex next time."

“Yes, you better. I'd rather not live off nothing but carrots. I'm not a rabbit."

“OK, so A.) Rabbits don't eat just carrots, and B.) You'll eat whatever the hell I put in front of you, mister."

“Whoa is me, then." Then he had to lift his hands and duck as Walid grabbed a nearby rag with his trunk and threw it at him.

The meal was served in big wooden bowls that to a normal sized person would've been a salad bowl for serving out of. Both men ate with spoons wrapped up in their trunk, shoveling it into their mouths. Between big gulps they would have a conversation about whatever they had done for the day. For Walid it was mostly about what he'd seen on TV or watched on YouTube. For what little substance that may have seemed like he dominated table talk with it. During the semesters when Ethan was teaching paleontology at the university, it was him who had the most to talk about, albeit stuff that bored Walid out of his mind. In the middle of summer, however, Ethan was mostly without work, left to pore over academic studies and scientific finds. He'd written a few himself and peer reviewed several more. If Walid thought what Ethan did at school was boring, he would've dropped dead listening to all that nonsense. Of course, celebrity gossip and other trends weren't much better for Ethan, though he would at least pretend to care while his mind was somewhere else, usually dinosaurs.

But right now, Ethan wasn't thinking about dinosaurs. Ethan wasn't thinking about dinosaurs at all. He'd scooped away at his soup for most of the conversation, automatically stuffing his mouth with carrots while Walid prattled on about things he hardly cared about. [i]God, he's so handsome[/i], Ethan would think to himself on occasion, the thought being sparked by little more than the way Walid would smile or giggle over something he said. Eventually Ethan was out of carrots, and he was blindly scooping away at milky broth.

Walid noticed and laughed. “You want more?"

Ethan looked down and realized what he was doing. He chuckled. “Ah, no I'm fine. I think my mind's somewhere else."

“Oh yeah? I hope hitting your head didn't knock the attention span out of you."

Ethan had honestly forgotten about it. He curled his trunk up to feel where a knot had grown. “Maybe it had. Maybe I need some more of your kisses to make it feel better."

“Oh, you're such a big baby." Walid reached across the table with his trunk and landed another nose kiss on Ethan's head. “There. Better?" As he pulled his trunk away Ethan grabbed it with his own.

“Much better, but I could go for some more. How about we retreat upstairs where you can give them to me?"

Walid's eyes went wide into an expression of shock before it split into a lurid smile. “Yeah, I think I can do that." He stood up and unraveled his trunk from Ethan's so that he could reach out with his hand. Ethan took it and watched as his husband sauntered around the table to his side. “Lead the way, sir."

Ethan stood up. “Gladly." The two gentlemen made it upstairs through the foyer, Ethan in front. Walid was close behind, hypnotized by the ardent grind of Ethan's glutes and the pump of his gargantuan legs. Ethan came to the bedroom door and opened it. They wandered inside where Ethan guided Walid out towards the bed by his hand. “Go get comfortable for us. I intend to watch and do the same."

“Oh, I know you do." Walid floated to the bed and climbed onto it by the foot. Kneeling upright with his back towards Ethan he peeled his shirt up and over his head to show off the deeply tanned splendor of his back. In front of him hung a wonderfully huge gut topped by heavy pecs. He laid down on his stomach slowly, making sure that his ass jutted in the air behind the seat of his khakis. His whippy elephant tail flicked through the air before he rolled onto his back and unbuttoned his pants. They came down his legs ever so slowly, leaving his underwear behind to cover that leviathan set of cock and balls sitting atop his loins. He left it where it was, though he tucked one thumb into the front of his waistband and pulled it up. “Won't someone help me with this last part? It's so tight. I don't think I can get it off." The way he pouted his words was downright childish.

Not that Ethan minded. He was too distracted by the tasteful nudity his husband put on before him. “In a little bit, love. First, let me do this." Ethan's hands went to his vest which he unbuttoned and shrugged off. The bowtie he had spent meticulous minutes that morning putting together was rather rudely pulled from around his neck and tossed aside. Next was his shirt, the buttons coming undone from top to bottom. A wedge of gray chest grew from the collar down as more of his torso became bare. At last, he pulled out from the beltline and shrugged it off, that Herculean display of invincible pecs, arms like oak trunks, and massively round tummy sporting a bedrock of rigid muscle.

Walid let out a tweet through his teeth. “Look at you, big man." His tail was thumping on the mattress restlessly.

Ethan smirked. “Oh, you haven't seen anything yet."

“I know I haven't. I wanna see more."

“And you'll get more. Just you wait." Ethan's belt made a swift whisper sound as it was pulled from their loops. The buckle hit the carpet with a solid thud as his hands undid his fly. Down came his pants and underwear, letting free that titan of sex, a cock on par with the breadth of his forearms, vascular and burdensome. Orbs like volleyballs sat in the slightly wrinkled purse that hung from the root. The foreskin was pinched around the stainless-steel orb of a piercing that stuck in Ethan's cock slit. Five more piercings ran up the length of that shaft muscle, each one spaced exactly one foot apart when he was erect; a recent addition to even better demonstrate the immensity he possessed. He rubbed that hellacious organ of his, breathing it to life and pulling the foreskin off the head. “How's that? Enough for you?"

A purr rolled through Walid while he bit his lip. It was a sight he'd seen a thousand times but never got old. “I don't know. I think I'd like a closer look."

“I bet you do, slut." Ethan strutted up to the bed and mounted it by the foot. He knelt in front of Walid, his colossal dick and balls sitting on the mattress like an anvil. Walid purred and reached out with his trunk to begin stroking it. Hot, pulsing meat thrummed against him. He wrapped the tip of his trunk around it and squeezed. “God… So fucking big."

“You've mentioned that before," cooed Ethan, feeling his cock harden by the second. With Walid's deft touch it would accelerate, turning into something like a siege weapon in no time. Ethan leaned forwards and pulled Walid's underwear down his legs so that he too would be in the nude. His pecker, perhaps not as large as Ethan's but still massive, flopped over one hip, a dark brown scepter of excited flesh yearning to be hard. Ethan offered a hand by wrapping his fingers around it and stroking it ever so slowly. It too possessed a Prince Albert piercing, revealed once Ethan stroked him and pulled his foreskin down. The raw heat of it tickled against his palm, each bump and vein that offered texture sending a shiver up Ethan's arm.

The two lovers spent some time fluffing each other, humming and cooing throughout. With the amount of blood they had to pump, it was no small feat getting hard, but with some expert touch and knowledge of each other's bodies they came to full staff. Walid's reached past the full height of his stomach with the head of his cock resting between his pecs. While kneeling between Walid's legs, Ethan's cock sat on his belly like a massive log, bigger and longer. Walid could see his reflection in the surface of Ethan's cock piercing.

Walid purred his delight as he continued rubbing that monstrous fuck stick. “Mmm, and what do you plan on doing with all this, mister?"

“I plan on getting those kisses I asked for," said Ethan before he scooted towards Walid on his knees and straddled him by the thighs. The bedframe croaked beneath them, though it stood firm beneath their colossal weight. Ethan's cock tip hovered in front of Walid's face, carrying with it that potent, dank man smell. “How's right there sound?"

“This doesn't look like your head, sir," quipped a sarcastic Walid. “You're not telling me you knocked this thing on the doorway."

“Well, it may not be my head-head, but it is certainly a head, something you should be giving me right now. And I do often knock it on the doorway. You can imagine how something this gargantuan can get in the way sometimes."

“In the way like it is for me right now?"

“Shut up and suck it."

Walid snickered. “Yes sir~" His trunk went back around the root of Ethan's cock so that he could aim it at his maw. He delivered a tiny peck on its summit, feeling the heat of Ethan's flesh and the cold of his piercing. With some added strokes of his trunk he brought on the first dab of precum, that glassy, masculine oil which Ethan let out with a clench of his cock muscle.

“That's it darling," huffed the professor. “Give us a kiss." He placed one beefy hand on the top of Walid's head, propping it up so he could focus on sucking Ethan's cock. That he did, letting his jaw go slack so that he could let loose his tongue in a sweeping orbit around that massive cock helmet. It snuck into the inside of his foreskin and bulged it wherever it was. Ethan purred his content. “That's good, but I think you can do better."

Walid met his challenge. With gazes locked together he split his maw further and swallowed the whole of Ethan's dome. There came rude suction noises along with soft purrs out of the both of them as Walid kept a tight seal with his lips. His trunk wormed around Ethan's huge muscle gut. His hands formed a double grip on his pole to stroke what he couldn't fit in his mouth. There was a lot, thus he performed long, firm pumps that ensured all that masculine magnificence was worshipped.

Ethan breathed out a long sigh. He played with Walid's hair. “Ahhhh, that's it. That's the kiss I needed." Walid smirked around his cock. “Want me to finish like this? Or should I fuck you sooner?" Walid didn't answer besides giving him an affirmative squeeze with his hands. “I see. Keep it up, then. Mmmm… I won't be much longer."

Walid made sure of it. His tongue went full assault on the underside of Ethan's glans where the notch and a sweet bundle of nerves was. It squirmed and darted this way and that, knocking that metallic piercing around and blessing Ethan with a very sharp pleasure. His efforts were rewarded with sincere huffs and sighs out of Ethan, plus more throbs of precum which Walid dutifully swallowed. He did not stop with his hands, one of them massaging that humungous sack resting on his stomach while the other remained in a back-and-forth shuttle along that awesome shaft.

That was as much as Ethan could take for so long. From his slackened jaw he started to moan. “Ahhh… Ah, I'm close. Huhhhh… I'm gonna cum. [i]Hfff! Cumming~![/i]" The strain in his voice hit a climax the same moment he did. With a great bellow of delight his penis spat forth a wallop of cum straight into Walid's mouth. That enormous muscle running his length imploded and throbbed out a load of spurts, the first few Walid could contain before he was forced to retreat and let his head fall back. His lips separated from Ethan with a wet [i]thhhp[/i]. Inside was a fat puddle of ivory laying on his awaiting tongue. The stroking continued, urging the rest of Ethan's load to come spurting out and landing amongst his tongue, palate, and lips.

Ethan's groan deescalated at the same time he finished cumming. The rigidity of his penis withered atop Walid until he was drooped across Walid's collar and neck. “Hahhhhh… Goodness… That was heavenly. Hahhhh…"

Walid was struggling to swallow the load. Once the last bit of molten ivory had slithered down his gullet with a hearty gulp, he let out a sigh. More of it was dotted around his lips and the underside of his trunk, but he left them alone for now. “Wow. That was something. Feel better, big guy? Did that 'kiss' make your head feel better?"

Ethan had totally forgotten about the bump on his head. While swimming in a pool of dopamine it was hard to feel any bodily ailments. “Hahhh… My head feels fine and dandy. How's yours?"

“Well, you haven't given me any complaints yet." The two shared a giggle, that being a running joke between them. “Mind getting off? I think you oughtta repay me for that 'kiss'."

“Aye, I ought to." Ethan unsaddled him and knelt aside. Walid repositioned on his fours with that well-fed wagon of an ass jutting out behind him. His ballsack hung between his thighs like a pair of oversized speedbags while his cock rested on the mattress below, hard as diamond and leaking seriously. His tail flicked and swayed gaily while his eyes gave Ethan a similar look.

“Hurry up and get that thing hard for me, sweetheart. I ain't got all day," he said cheekily.

Ethan punished his impatience with an open-palmed swat across the ass. [i]THWACK![/i] “You'll wait as long as I damn please, slut," declared the professor with a smile.

Walid had let out a small yelp before he bit his lip and purred. “Mmmmmm, yes sir~"

Ethan walked on his knees up behind Walid where he was presented with the sprawling tan canvas that was his ass. A faint pink mark in the shape of his hand grew on the outer part of his haunch. If Walid gave him any more sass, which he knew he would, then it would grow a lot redder. But that wasn't Ethan's focus for now. Capturing his attention was the fathomless crevice dug in between Walid's glutes where Ethan could faintly see his puckered star. Ethan helped himself to a better look by spreading them, making the wrinkled, dark brown bow out at him. Walid gave him an inviting wink.

“Whatcha doin'?" asked the bottom.

“Just looking," said the top. Distracting him was the to and fro of Walid's tail. He put a stop to it by grabbing it with his trunk. From there he dove his face into Walid's backside, mouth agape so that it fell around Walid's tailhole, making him jolt.

“Oh! Ooooooh~" His eyes fluttered as he gripped at the bedsheets. Ethan's tongue made sweeping circles around his ring knot, tickling him something fierce and making him tremble. “Ohhh… Hahhh… Oh, you know how to do that. Mmm…" Of course, if anyone did it was Ethan, proving as much with a rapid orbit with his mouth muscle. He soaked the inside of Walid's crack and absorbed that raunchy taste. More of it was inside. He drilled at it with a few rapid darts of the tongue before outright pushing it all the way in.

Walid reacted in part. “Oh! Hahah! Mmm! Mmmmm… Yeah… That'll do it. Ohhh…" His fists clenched and unclenched at the sheets while more precum dribbled from his cock. He was dimly aware of Ethan stroking his own penis to get hard again, though anything that wasn't a thick tongue wriggling about his ass was secondary at best. His trunk lay flat with his chin on the mattress while his visage contorted. “Almost hard back there? Huhhh… I'm so fucking hot. Mmmm…"

Ethan nearly was, driven there by his backdoor antics and Walid's needy moans. He wanted to fuck him badly, but at this rate it might have been a while until he was back at the ready. His face came out of Walid's butt, tongue lolling, a nearly tangible vapor rising out from that beloved canyon. He wiped his face of the spit with the back of his wrist and knelt upright. “Almost there, darling," he said. “I think I've a better method of getting us there."

“Oh yeah? And what's-“ Walid felt a massive slab of wet meat fall between his buttocks. “-that? Hahah… OK. I see. Make me do all the work," he said as he began grinding back on that turgid pillar.

“Simmer down. I'll be doing the heavy lifting in just a little bit. You shouldn't be so opposed to doing your share."

Walid was in a fluid sawing motion, enjoying the gentle glide of Ethan's penis up and down his crack. “And you shouldn't need my help. Get hard yourself, old man."

Then came the hiss of a palm cutting through the air. [i]THWACK![/i] “Enough out of you. Keep it up and I'll see too it you won't sit right for days."

A grunt and a chuckle from Walid. “Mmph… Dick."

“You know it."

Ethan did get hard again eventually, his granite member reaching across Walid's back with the bulb of his piercing glinting in the sunlight. He had to scoot backwards some ways just to make room for his cock between them. One hand helped steady his aim at Walid's hole. With a gentle push he was on it and gaping it, watching as his cock head was slowly and wholly devoured.

“Uhhhh… Nnnnnn… Huhhh…" Walid felt the pressure intensely, face twisting, fists clenching. Upon having his boyspot grinded past he could let loose a soothing moan, his expressions of discomfort quickly alternating between that and joy. “[i]Ohhh… Haha… Uhhhh… Yeah… That's it…[/i]"

Ethan was enjoying it himself. There were rumbles of delight from the depths of his chest as he drilled deeper into that exquisite tightness. His enormous shaft disappearing into Walid's gaped asshole by the foot was a sight that never got old. Just listening to him whimper and beg for more was a narcotic he couldn't quit, that and feeling him tremble like leaf around his member. Down to the balls he went, taking a moment to savor that incredible tightness while his hands swam around the small of Walid's back. “Hahhhhh, that's what I like. How about you?"

Walid could laugh through the shivering delight that wracked his legs and lower body. “[i]Hahaha… You have to ask? Huhhh… I'm shaking like fucking crazy here… Mmmmm…[/i]"

“I noticed. I wanted to hear you say it. You're awfully tight, you know."

Walid bit his lip and groaned. “[i]Fuck… It's because you're so big…[/i]"

“I know I am, now why don't I fuck you and make you cum your brains out?"

More chuckles from Walid. “[i]You know… sometimes I like you better when you're not so cocky.[/i]"

“Really? Is now one of those times?"

“[i]Nnnnnnnnnn… No…[/i]"

“Heh. Didn't think so." Ethan made the first backwards pull with his hips, retracting half of his pole before returning it with a swift and heavy thrust. It was repeated immediately after, setting the tempo for some slow, grinding humps that penetrated Walid to his greatest depths, so much so that he felt that solid cock head punching him close to his chest.

“[i]Oh! Ohhh! Huhhh… Yes… Ohhh…[/i]" He was putty in Ethan's hands, slumping atop the mattress with the side of his face flat on the sheet so Ethan could see his face twisting under the euphoria. He offered nothing in the way of effort, his lax body being pulled on by the hips at the same time Ethan would thrust. His massive frame posed no issue for the bull, those terrific muscles tugging on Walid like he was nothing.

Ethan grunted growled his own delight, adoring the way Walid looked him with that massive dick pistoning in and out of his backside so fluidly. Each thrust was powered by the clench of his glutes which would pummel Walid's with his hips in turn. He went just fast enough that his balls dragged across the sheet audibly, those obese crotch globes rolling this way and that like they were balls of clay. “God, you're so gorgeous when I've got you bent like this. Mmf. How's it feel, huh?"

Again, with the redundant questions. Walid was already making it quite clear how things felt. “[i]Huhhhh! Uhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhh, so gooooood… Huhhhhhhhhh![/i]"

“Hahhh… Damn right it is. Hmmm~"

“[i]Huhhh! Huhhh! Harder![/i]"

“What's that? You want it harder?"

“[i]Yes! Huhhhh! Harder! Oh God![/i]"

“Oh, you're going to have to beg for it, darling. Tell me how badly you fucking want it."

“[i]Huhhh! Please! Oh God, please! Yes! Fuck me harder! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh![/i]"

Ethan cackled. “Heh, alright, darling. Here it comes." Slowing down for just a moment, Ethan bent over slightly so he could grab Walid by the shoulders and pull on him even harder. The thrusts that followed were shorter but much more rapid and powerful. Soon the room was full of the bedframe's creaks and the impact of flesh on flesh. [i]BAP! BAP! BAP! BAP! BAP![/i] Louder than all of that were Walid's moans, now well into becoming screams.

“[i]HUHHH! YES! OH GOD! HUHHHH! FUCK ME! OHHH! OHHHHH![/i]" His pleasure was spiking into something white-hot, the inexorable climb towards orgasm which made his pitch soar a couple octaves. “[i]HUHH! HUHHH! CUMMING! CLOSE! I'M CUMMING![/i]"

Ethan wasn't far behind him. His teeth were gritting as the effort began to take its toll on him. Sweat had broken out across his brow. His muscles were starting to fatigue, especially those in his legs. It wasn't about to stop him, not when his lover was on the brink of cumming. He huffed out a few words of encouragement. “That's it… Hrnnn… Cum on this dick. Hahhhh!"

Walid obeyed soon after. “[i]HYEEEUUUUUUGGGGHHHHH~~~!!![/i]" His climax blue from the head of his cock in a thickish series of oozes powered by Ethan's still-thrusting cock. A bliss had erupted throughout his insides like a supernova, triggering that girlish caterwaul and the oily mess he was spewing between the sheet and himself. It went on and on with the continuous pounding he received from behind, one that would not end until Ethan had cum too.

Of course, neither of them had to wait very long. With the siren song of his husband's fruition, Ethan found another of his own. His hips heaved and his visage scrunched. “[i]HHRRRRNNNNGGGHHHHAAAAAAaaaaaaahhhhh~~~!!![/i]" An explosion bigger than what had preceded it blew through Walid's backside, that thickish load winding through his insides on the power his throbbing cock muscle provided. His buttocks clenched hard to form big dimples. The balls lifted off the mattress upon each contraction. Though Walid was on the tail end of his own release, he could sustain himself on the joy of his husband unloading on him.

Ethan fell off his peak and the two of them spent the next several moments wallowing in their happy chemicals. After panting for a little while, Walid started to laugh. “Oh my God… Hahhh… Where did that come from?"

Ethan was still catching his breath. “What… Huhhh… do you mean?"

“I mean you were so aggressive. Fuck. That was extra even by your standards."

“Ah, sorry. I think that bump on the head knocked something into me, or rather knocked the inhibitions out of me."

“Mmmm, don't apologize. If that's the case I think I'll carry a mallet around and knock you over the head whenever I'm in the mood."

Ethan scoffed. “Careful. It's my head that earns the bread around here."

“Well, judging how much you loved my 'kiss' it should be my 'head' that makes the money."

A guffaw from Ethan. “[i]Ha![/i] Then maybe we could find a third who'll have some fun with us."

Walid laughed too. “Yeah, I wish." Ethan pulled out of Walid's backside, his cock having gone limp. It slumped out of a gnarly shaped O in Walid's backside which followed with an ungodly river of cum that oozed to the sheet and created a fat, puddle of oil. Walid was on his side, feeling the gooey muck fall out of his backside. He grimaced. “Fuck. Now I gotta clean all this up [i]and[/i] the kitchen downstairs."

“What's wrong with the kitchen?" Ethan asked.

Walid looked at him incredulously. “We had dinner, remember?"

“Oh, right. Sorry if the past hour has been something of a blur for me. I'll go and fix the kitchen, the bed too. You just relax."

“Thanks, but I'll take care of the bed up here. I may or may not have no sensation in my legs right now 'cause you fucked it out of me." His legs were shaking visibly without signs of stopping anytime soon. He was still deep in the afterglow.

Ethan patted his jittery thighs and climbed off the bed. “Alright, darling. You rest up. I'll clean up and look up a contractor who can work on the doorway."

But Walid was already slumped back on the bed, dwelling in the delight of having had his brains fucked out. “Mmhmm," was all he had to say.

Ethan left for the bathroom to shower off his cum-glazed pecker. He didn't bother to put any of his clothes back on, instead opting to dump them in the hamper. With nothing to do for the rest of the day, it was virtually obligated that he and Walid would remain nude. His flaccid cock swung about his thighs for every step of the way to his office. There he sat at his desk, perched some reading glasses in front of his eyes and casually booted up his PC to browse for some potential contractors.

He found quite a few from the area, but none who claimed to specialize in Victorian houses. Any of them could've gotten the job done, but Ethan wasn't about to risk someone doing unnecessary damage to the 175-year-old structure. He would hire only those who explicitly claimed to have experience in working with such old houses or specialized in it. There was plenty of hay to sift through, but not a single needle. Ethan grumbled to himself. [i]I might just have to live with a tight doorway. Suppose I can be more careful about bumping my head from now on.[/i] He scrolled the mouse wheel one more time, more so out of habit than an attempt to continue searching.

He didn't think he'd find someone useful until he did.

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[center]Knock-knock-knock![/center]

Ethan jerked in his chair at the sound of someone knocking on the front door. He was in his study, chewing on the stem of his pipe with a book in his hand and some glasses on his snout. Just a white button shirt and some pants covered him, much more than his usual birthday suit given his time off with Walid. Now that they were expecting company, however, the two of them were forced back into their clothes. If things went well today, then it would continue for the rest of the week, a sacrifice Ethan was willing to make.

He plucked the pipe from his teeth and hopped from his chair to make a hasty charge for the front door. He heard Walid call out to him from somewhere in the house: “Is that the contractor?"

“Yes!" hollered Ethan as he trampled down the foyer steps. “Put your clothes on!"

“I am wearing clothes! Are you?"

Ethan didn't answer. He'd made it to the front door where he took a moment to catch his breath. [i]Goodness. I bet he heard all that commotion. Maybe that wasn't necessary.[/i] Once he was calm and collected, he opened the door for the contractor. He was a Dalmatian, average height but of exceptional build. Behind his neatly fitted, light blue polo shirt was a trim, muscular torso with thick, sinewy arms to match. Spotting his short, snowy fur were a thousand black dots. One big dot covered the side of his head and the floppy ear that was connected to it while the opposite remained white. Lighting a handsome, young-looking face were icy blue eyes and a professional smile.

Said eyes grew round at the sight of his behemoth host filling the entirety of the doorway. It was a reaction Ethan had grown used to. He had to bend to the side slightly just to look at him from beneath the top of the doorway. “Hi!" chirped the professor. “Devin?"

Devin blinked a few times and regained his composure. “Y-yes! Hi! Ethan? We spoke on the phone."

“We sure did. Please, come inside." Ethan stepped aside and Devin came in. The Dalmatian felt even tinier without the doorway between them. Having to look so far up just to make eye contact was a bizarre feeling, not to mention that barbaric cock bulge that jutted out at him as subtly as an explosion.

“Thank you, um… I see why you need the doorway enlarged!" Ethan joked to ease the tension pulling at his gut.

Ethan laughed. “Aye. Never gave me any severe problems until the other day when we spoke. Knocked my head on the top pretty badly. Not something I'd like to repeat. I love this neighborhood and the houses here, but they weren't built for folk as large as my husband and I."

“No, they certainly weren't." He looked Ethan up and down again, his gaze lingering on the crotch longer than he would've cared to admit. “So, can I see your backdoor? The backdoor?" He gulped at the unintentional double entendre, hoping the elephant wouldn't notice.

Ethan did, but he wasn't about to point it out. People were always nervous when meeting elephants for the first time. He saw it with new students every year. Having a colossal dick he couldn't hide didn't help either. He pointed towards the kitchen. “Right over here." He led Ethan to the back of the house. There Devin got a better sense of how massive everything was to match an elephant's size. With such oversized furniture he felt like he'd been transported back to the time when he was a kid. At the same time Walid was coming downstairs wearing some tight khaki shorts and a salmon tank top. He'd thrown it on in a matter of seconds when Ethan asked him if he was wearing any clothes, but they didn't need to know that.

“Hello there!" Walid said, coming up to him with an extended hand. “I'm Walid. Nice to meet you."

Devin shook his hand, once again having his paw completely swallowed. He marveled at the size of Walid's junk too. [i]Both of them?[/i] “I'm Devin! Nice to meet you too."

“You're here to fix our doorway, right?"

“That's what I'm going to find out! I've worked with old houses like these-“ He tapped his toe on the floor. “-for a few years now. Think I can do things a way that'll keep as much of the original material intact."

“Oh honey, I don't care about any of that. I just want a doorway I don't have to suck my gut and duck my head to get through anymore. And I don't want another scare where I think the old man here fell and split his head open."

Ethan waved it off. “He's being dramatic. I'm just glad I have someone who'll do the job with the delicacy and care required to handle a home of this age."

“You oughtta be gladder we won't have to worry about a tiny doorway."

Devin could tell he was about to be in the middle of a marital back-and-forth. No matter how kind natured it might have seemed, he didn't want to be a part of it. “Um, if you'll excuse me, I'll just take some measurements on that doorway. Won't take me more than half an hour. Then I can give you guys an estimate."

They smiled at him. “Please, go right ahead. Don't let us distract you," Ethan said.

“Can I get you a drink?" Walid asked.

“No thank you," Devin insisted as he hustled over to the doorway. “I'll have this done in a jiffy." Once his back was to the two elephants he gulped. [i]God, they're so fucking hot. How the hell am I supposed to work with these two hanging around?[/i] He took a deep breath and reached into his utility belt. [i]Relax. Just like any other job. Any other job. Focus. Focus.[/i]

Easier said than done. While he took measurements and used some instruments to read what was in the walls he heard the two homeowners mulling about behind him. They chatted amiably like Devin wasn't even there. There every step brought about the creak and moan of the floorboards. Devin was screaming in his head for them to stop moving. He wanted to ask why two bull elephants would even buy a place like this, but then he thought about Ethan. He was an older fellow with a sophisticated taste, evident by the way he spoke and dressed. Devin had seen the collection of Victorian art pieces and shelves with fossils. [i]I think if I was into that kind of stuff as much as he was, I wouldn't care how big I was. I'd still live here too.[/i]

He didn't realize that Ethan was thinking about him just as much, Walid too. They spent an odd amount of time in the living room and the kitchen, pretending to chat and do chores. In reality they were keeping an eye on the handsome Dalmatian, watching as his brilliantly toned muscles shifted within his polo upon every movement. It was a good thing he was focused on his task or else he would've seen the two elephants ogling him like eye candy. Both wondered if he was gay, and pondered what they would do to him if he was.

“OK!" Devin announced suddenly as he retracted the measuring tape with a sudden snap! It startled Ethan and Walid who were sitting at the dining table behind him. Devin turned around with a bright smile. “I know everything I've got to do here and what I'll need to do it."

“Wonderful!" Ethan said. “And how long will that take?"

“If I start tomorrow and everything goes alright, I can have it done for you in a week or so." Devin gave the two a price estimate. It was steep, but nothing they didn't expect or couldn't afford. If it meant no longer having to worry about splitting their heads open, then it was worth every penny. “I'll be here in the morning tomorrow with all my gear. How does 9 AM sound?"

“That's perfect. I'll let you in whenever you get here," Ethan told him. Walid wasn't so eager. Waking up to the screech of saws and the bark of hammers was not ideal.

“Perfect. I'll text you in the morning when I'm on my way." Devin said before heading back to the foyer.

“Thank you so much," Walid said as he headed out the door. “Drive safe!"

Devin waved back at them from the porch steps. “You're welcome, and I will." Walid closed the door. He and Ethan watched him climb into his van and drive away.

“9 o'clock," Walid said bitterly. “Couldn't have him come over just a while later?"

“What? Will it interrupt your beauty sleep?"

“Yeah, it might, actually."

Ethan rolled his eyes. “Hush. You'll live." The two of them headed back to the kitchen where they took a seat at the dining table. With Devin gone, they could finally start talking about him. “So, what did you think about him?"

Walid made a goofy smile. “Oh my God. He's so cute. Did you know he looked like that when you chose him?"

Ethan shook his head. “Only his face, which I will admit is rather handsome. We spoke over the phone. He didn't strike me as the kind of strapping fellow like that, not that you can tell from someone's voice."

“He acted really shy. Do you think he's gay?"

“I think that was just being around two elephants. We're not exactly subtle, you know, least of all with our cocks. Even the straightest man would act nervous around us, so no, I don't think he's gay."

“Oh come on. A guy that clean looking's gotta be a little fruity."

“A straight man can be clean, you know. And I don't think it's any of our business."

“Hey, a girl can dream. I bet he's a monster in bed. That, or really shy."

Ethan narrowed his eyes. “And what do you suppose we do to him? Fuck him for payment? Sandwich him on our bed and make a beast out of him?"

“Well, now that you mention it, that does sound pretty hot."

Ethan scoffed. “Please."

“Come on. I saw how he was looking at us. He wishes he had bodies like ours. You know how many guys would kill for that?"

“I know many men don't know what it's like to live as a giant, where nothing is sized properly and everything you buy has to be specially tailored."

“Preaching to the choir, sweety. I'm just saying, maybe he's the kind of guy who wishes he was bigger. You saw how cut he was. Maybe he wants more. I say we give it to him."

Ethan rolled his eyes and looked off into the backyard through the door windows. He could not deny his attraction to the Dalmatian, nor how fun it sounded to share a bed with him. What he could question, however, was how appropriate going after such a pleasure was. If Devin really wanted that kind of thing, then everyone would be happy. But if he didn't, if he was a straight man worried about what two enormous gay elephants would do to him, then any advances could come off as predatory. They would lose the best chance at expanding the doorway which they so badly needed. Adjacent to the image of plowing the sexy dog was him hastily evacuating the house because of the two incessantly horny giants.

“Let's just wait until tomorrow," Ethan said finally. “Feel him out. Offer help where we can. You know he works by himself."

Walid's brow lifted. “No, I didn't. So, he's coming alone?"

Ethan nodded. “Aye."

To that Walid grinned. “Even better."

***

Ethan woke up when his cellphone buzzed on the nightstand next to the bed. He creaked an eye open and picked it up to see a message from Devin: Leaving the place now! Should be there in around 20 mins. The time read 8:42. Ethan sighed and sat up. He was a tad drained from last night's fuck session with Walid, one as virulent as the day he'd knocked his head. [i]If we do end up fucking him and I'm still in this state, by God he'll be in for it.[/i] Ethan sent him a text letting him know that the front door would be open. He got out of bed to get ready for the day while Walid remained fast asleep in bed.

He trudged downstairs in the nude to unlock the front door and came back upstairs to take a shower. Out of habit he didn't put any clothes on, something he hastily corrected when he realized Devin was only about four minutes away. He was in the middle of pulling his socks on when he heard the front door open. Once he'd put together a modicum of decency he went downstairs and found Devin at the door with a large box of tools and a rolled-up tarp. He was putting them down when he looked and saw Ethan standing behind him.

“Good morning!" he said. “About to start work."

“Good morning, and thank you. What will you be doing today?"

“Well, first I'll have to mark where I want to cut and then start knocking it out. It's the cutting part that's tedious. It's gonna eat up most of my time. Once that's done I just put in the fitting and then the door itself." While he spoke he unraveled the tarp across the floor to catch what debris he was going to make.

“Good, good. I'll be making breakfast for myself. Can I get you anything in the meantime? A glass of water, perhaps?"

“Oh no, I'm fine, thank you."

“Alright. Just be sure to ask for anything if you need it"

But Devin wasn't paying attention to him anymore. He was already making second measurements on the doorway. Ethan baked himself a tower pancakes and split a grapefruit. He figured maybe he'd be done with it in time before Devin started tearing the doorway apart and made being in the kitchen unbearable. He was wrong. Not even halfway through his meal Devin had the section marked and started hammering away at it. Ethan jolted hard at the first strike, dropping a syrup-soaked wedge of pancake off his fork that was only inches from his waiting mouth. Each smack of the hammer was like a gunshot that shook the entire house. Ethan gathered his plates and opted instead to eat on the sofa where he was slightly farther away from the ruckus.

Someone who couldn't escape it no matter how hard he tried was Walid. He'd snapped awake at the first hammer strike and spent a few minutes with a pillow wrapped around his head to cover his ears. That didn't do much. With no hope of going back to sleep he dragged his ass out of bed and threw on a pink bathrobe that he took with him downstairs. It was when he wandered into the living room where the other guys were that he saw a horrified look on Ethan's face. Walid wondered what the hell that was when he looked down and realized he'd failed to tie his robe up, leaving his bare stomach and pendulous cock on display. With terror grabbing his heart he pulled the flaps closed as quickly as he could, only to realize the head of his penis still swung below the bottom. He made a hasty retreat into the foyer, his massive elephant feet thumping rapidly and shaking the whole house.

Devin, who had been focused on his job, spun around. “What was that?"

Ethan coughed into his fist. “Ahh… That was Walid. I think he forgot something upstairs."

“Oh, OK. Is everything alright?"

Seeing how calm Devin was, Ethan could tell he hadn't seen anything. He smiled. “Yes, everything's fine." Walid was back downstairs a few moments later. He wore the same robe, albeit tied tightly and with underwear to keep his junk under control. He passed Devin to brew himself a cup of coffee.

“Good morning," he said to the Dalmatian groggily.

“Good morning!" Devin said back, hammer in paw. “Walid, right?"

Walid was dumping some coffee beans into a grinder. “Yeah. Devin?"

“The one and only. Hope I didn't wake you."

“No, no. You're fine. I need to get up anyway."

Ethan took the opportunity to pipe up. “Lazy bones here likes to sleep in every morning. Spends the rest of the day watching TV."

There was the loud buzz and crackle of the grinder going to work when Walid pressed the button. “I spend my days cleaning and grocery shopping, thank you very much," he said over the noise. He turned the grinder off and dumped it into the brewer where a coffee filter was waiting. “I do my share, don't you worry."

Devin couldn't help but feel he was in the middle of another marital duel. “You never told me what you do for a living, Ethan. I see you got a lot of cool dinosaur stuff around. Something to do with that, I hope."

“As a matter of fact, I do," Ethan said proudly. “I teach paleontology and archeology at the university."

Devin's eyes lit up. “No shit! That's awesome! How long you've been doing that?"

“Almost twenty years now."

“Wow. Is that, like, your dream job? It sounds pretty cool." Devin took a moment to do some more work, hammering and chiseling away. Ethan waited patiently before answering his question.

“Oh, it's certainly satisfying. You meet the most interesting people, both students and fellow paleontologists."

“Sounds like it," Devin said right before resuming work.

“And what do you do?" Walid asked beside the gurgling coffee machine. “Is this what your main job is? How long have you been doing it?"

A few more hammer strikes before he answered. “Actually... this right here is more of a hobby than anything. My real job is plumbing, which is kind of similar to this, but has waaaaay more job opportunities. I'm just one guy doing contracting stuff for old houses like this one," he gestured to the house with his hammer. “Can't expect a whole income on that alone." He went back to hammering.

“That's nice," Walid said. “Do you have a family?" Ethan shot him a look that went ignored.

Devin chuckled. “Nah. Not me. I'm single without kids." He said it casually, like he didn't plan on changing that fact any time soon. It helped the possibility that he was gay but didn't prove it. Any straight guy can be single without kids.

Ethan changed the subject. “And how long have you been doing this? Working on old houses, I mean."

“Well, actually I'm pretty new to it. Only got into it maybe… two years ago? I don't know. I've always had this fascination with old buildings and architecture. Now, this isn't exactly being an architect, but it gives me the chance to be close to buildings like these. Oldest house I worked on was an old colonial from 1747."

Ethan whistled. “That is old. As you may have gathered, I have a bit of a fascination with the Victorian era, specifically pre-Civil War. I was almost a historian, you know, but my love for dinosaurs won out. Archeology still lets me go hunting for relics at battlefields."

“Really? What kind of stuff do you find?"

A groan and an eye roll from Walid. “Oh God. Don't get him going."

“Ignore him," Ethan said. “He suffers my long spiels on what I do at the school during the semesters."

“And I'd love it if I didn't have to sit through it during the summers either."

Ethan waved him off, keeping his gaze on Devin. “Anyway, I find all sorts of things. The school pays for digs at the battlefields every year. If you'd like to come sometime, I can invite you."

“Yeah! That sounds awesome!" Devin said excitedly.

Walid groaned to himself again and picked up the filled coffee pot to pour himself a cup of Joe. While the two men prattled on about boring history stuff he went over to sit on the couch and watch TV. Luckily, he had a pair of Bluetooth headphones that blocked most of their conversation, if only a little bit of the hammering. The conversation went on between Ethan and Devin for some time with Ethan growing deaf to the sound of work. Eventually Devin had carved out an entire section of the wall that was to be removed for the new door. It looked gnarly, but Devin assured Ethan that this was the best method given what the structure was made of. Ethan, with no experience with carpentry whatsoever, had to take his word for it.

However it was supposed to be done, it wasn't easy. Devin had broken into a sweat after less than an hour. The time he spent between working grew longer. Whenever he spoke to Ethan, he would huff to catch his breath. The man was in shape, but he could only do so much.

“Why don't you take a break, Devin?" Ethan asked eventually. “You've been working your tail off all morning."

“I'm fine, thank you!" Devin said in the middle of using one of his tools. The tarp around his feet was littered with debris from the wall. “I was going to take a break at noon. I'll do an hour or two of work after that and head home."

“It's 15 'til 11. Noon's an hour from now."

“I know. I'm alright, thank you," he said while drips of sweat fell from his nose at a steady cadence. His shirt was soaked at the pits and the underside of his pecs. Still, he did not falter, hacking away at the wall like it was his duty.

Ethan had to put his foot down. “Please," he said forcefully. “I insist." He got up from his chair and went to the kitchen. He grabbed a glass from the cabinet and filled it with ice water from the freezer. It was thrusted in front of Devin, the ice cubes sloshing about the water invitingly. “Take a few minutes off. You've earned it."

When an 8 foot, half ton bull elephant gives you something to drink, you better have a sip. Devin put down his tools and accepted the glass. It looked massive in his comparatively tiny paw. “Thanks."

Ethan smiled. “You're very welcome. Please, have a seat." They sat at the dining table with Devin looking like a toddler in his chair. “You work this hard at every house you go to?" Ethan asked.

It took Devin a moment to answer. He was busy gulping down the deliciously cold water. He came off it with a crisp sigh. “[i]Ahh… [/i]Yeah, and just about every other job. I try really hard to stay in shape both from work and exercising. I'm a bit of a health nut. Drives me to go extra hard with everything I do."

“Well, you look amazing, if I may. I can tell you work hard to upkeep such a physique."

Devin chuckled. “Thanks." He took another swig of water. “Honestly, I wish I was bigger. You know, stronger. I do all this work by myself. It'd be hard for me to even get an apprenticeship for this kind of work, it's so niche. I could hire some help, but that would suck the money right out of it. I mean, I'm not greedy, but I've gotta make money any way I can."

“Oh, I understand. Swinging those tools around so hard and for so long requires some strength and stamina. I'm actually impressed you were able to do as much for so long. Were you really going to work all the way to noon and then some?"

Devin gave him a wry smile. “I was, at least until you stopped me."

“Well, good thing I did, then. No point in hustling yourself to death. You're doing us a favor with this. Take as much time as you need."

“I really appreciate it." Another big gulp of water. As his head tilted back and the icy liquid fell across his lip, he looked at Ethan's physique. It was like it had been carved out of marble, those tremendous pecs and biceps looking like they could stop a bullet. Ethan had on a shirt and vest and yet Devin already had a good idea how built the professor was. He was willing to bet that if he took off his clothes where would be veins winding along his arms. He imagined poking them. It had to have been like touching a statue. [i]And that cock. Holy fucking shit. What can you even do with all that? Poor Walid. Actually, no. Good for Walid. I bet he loves it. [/i]

Ethan saw where he was looking. He betrayed no reaction, and instead waited for Devin to finish gulping his water. “You know, Devin, don't tell anyone I said this, but my husband thinks you're cute."

Devin's eyes went round. “Oh! Thanks. I mean, that's nice. He's pretty cute himself, I think. You two look like you make a nice couple."

“Thanks, we certainly do. We have our gripes, but I wouldn't want a relationship that's perfect. Takes the fun out of it."

“Neither do I, but uh… If you don't mind me asking, why are you telling me this?"

“Well, you said you wished you were bigger and stronger. I know a way you can be."

Ethan saw the spark in Devin's eyes. “You… you do?"

“Aye, but I have to ask you a very personal question first, if you don't mind."

Devin was more afraid of what would happen if he said he did. “No. What's up?"

“Are you gay?"

Devin blinked. He'd been expecting something wild, but not quite to that degree. Luckily for the both of them, he took no offense and smiled. “As a matter of fact, yeah. I'm bi. I pitch for both teams."

Ethan smiled too. “Splendid. Devin, how would it sound to be as big and strong as someone like myself?"

“Um, well, I think it'd be awesome. It'd make my job ten times easier. I'd be able to do so many other things that involve heavy lifting. Are you saying that's possible?"

A nod from Ethan. “I am, I just hope you're willing to spend some quality time with Walid and I."

“Oh God… That… That sounds…" Devin coughed into his fist. When it came down it revealed a beaming face. “That sounds awesome. I would love that."

Ethan's genial attitude belied the tension pulling at his heart. It went lax upon hearing Devin's affirmative answer. “Great! I think Walid will love it too."

“So, uh… How exactly does that work? Is it just like growth hormones, or something?"

“Something like that. I teach paleontology, not anatomy." They both had a laugh.

“Yeah, so. Does me growing include…" He eyed Ethan's massive bulge. “'Cause I don't think I want my whole body to grow huge if my dick's gonna stay the same."

“Oh, trust me. Everything will grow to their appropriate sizes." Ethan stood up from his chair. “Come on. Let's go upstairs."

Devin looked surprised. “You mean right now?"

“Sooner the better, I think. It's up to you."

“I mean, now would be nice, but I've still got work to do."

“Then you really ought to do it now. It'll make the rest much easier."

Devin thought about it, then cracked a grin as he stood up. Damn, he's good. “Alright. Lead the way, professor."

“Gladly." The two men waltzed into the living room where Walid was still lazing about the couch with his headphones on, oblivious to the pact that had just been made behind him. He felt a tap on his shoulder and looked behind to see Ethan and Devin smiling at him.

He took his headphones off. “What's up? Is everything OK?"

“Oh, everything's just fine, dear. Do you mind joining Devin and I upstairs?"

“Upstairs?" Walid's eyes darted between the two of them. “Wait. What's upstairs? What are we-?" Then it clicked for him. His eyes went round in the short moment before a boyish look of shock came across his face. “You're kidding."

Ethan shook his head. “Not in the slightest."

“How did- Wait, so…" He looked at Devin. “You really want to do this?"

“Hell yeah, I do. Can't turn an opportunity like this down," Devin said.

“What made you change your mind?" Walid asked Ethan.

“Lad said he wished he was bigger and stronger for jobs like these. I said I had a way to make that possible. So are you in? Or are we going to disappoint him?"

Walid rocketed off the couch and spun around to face them, blowing out the bell of his robe and flashing Devin that huge bulge of his. “No! Come on, come on!" he said while walking around the couch towards Devin. “I've been wanting to do this the moment I saw you, you cute thing." He patted him on the butt. “Up the stairs with you. Come on. We'll make a giant out of you yet."

Devin recoiled away from the friendly spank, laughing to himself. “OK! OK! I didn't know you wanted me that badly."

“Sweety, you oughtta know not to come into a house owned by a couple of queers lookin' as good as you do."

Devin made his way to the foyer. His tail was wagging. “Clearly I should~"

The trio headed up the stairs with Ethan leading the way. Walid was in the rear, taking time to further admire Devin's physique. He wanted nothing more than to just pinch those rocky glutes with his trunk as they grinded in front of him. For now, he kept his trunk to himself. There would be ample opportunity to grope him in just a few minutes. Devin was going through something similar with Ethan, albeit to a much, much greater degree. Standing behind the elephant felt like being below a grand piano on a rope. If he fell backwards Devin would be pancaked between the two goliaths. The steps creaked loudly beneath him; Devin braced for one of them to collapse at any moment. Fortunately, they all made it to the second floor without any accidents. Ethan opened the master bedroom where Devin walked inside to find an appropriately massive bed. It was crisply made courtesy of Walid who had no idea what he would be doing and who he would be doing it with later. “I hope everything's to your liking," Ethan said.

“Oh, this is wonderful. I hope that bed can hold the three of us," Devin said.

“Well, it holds us two just fine. I don't think you'll be the straw that breaks the camel's back."

“He might be if we make him big enough~" cooed Walid. He waltzed towards the bed. With his back to the other two gentleman, he untied his robe and let it flutter to the carpet. All he had left were his briefs. They clung to the shape of his ass and hips like cling wrap, looking ready to rip at any moment. His whippy elephant tail swung gaily as he climbed onto the bad and rolled onto his side to assume a sexy position, his head propped up on his fist with one leg kicked up so that Devin could see the underside of one thigh. The underwear bulged terribly around his sack, the underside of which Devin could see. Walid rubbed the sheet in slow, sensual circle. “This bed is awfully comfy. Why don't you come over and join me, handsome?"

Giddy excitement made Devin's fists clench. He looked up at Ethan who in turn gave him the go ahead with a nod. [i]He's all yours, at least until he's ours.[/i] Devin gladly marched to the bed until he was stopped by Walid lifting a finger. “Ah, ah, ah. You're gonna have to take those silly clothes off for us first, mister."

“Gladly," Devin said, first pulling his polo shirt up and off his body. Revealed was that spectacularly cut midriff, a washboard of soft tan separated from the white fur constellated with black dots. Walid purred at the sight. “Oh, I love it. Show me more, please."

“I will. Why don't you show me more?"

“Don't worry, honey. You'll get to see this treasure once you've paid the toll. Come on. Don't tease me now."

Devin chuckled. “You're right. I'm sorry."

“Don't apologize. Just get naked."

“Heh, yeah." Devin obliged to peel out of his boots and unzip his fly. Down came his jeans and underwear, leaving him in the full delight of his nudity. His legs carried the theme of fitness and strength like the top half of him did, there being veins rooted around his hips and down his bulging thighs. A modest bundle of sex organs hung between them, his blood red cock tip peaking from his sheath already. Devin gestured to himself. “Is this toll enough, your highness?"

A scoff from Ethan. “Don't encourage him, please."

“Ignore him," Walid said. “He's not a part of this. Not yet, at least. And yes, that is more than enough, sweetheart." He patted the mattress. “Come up here and let me get a good look at you." Devin obeyed, kneeling in front of Walid with his legs wide open for the elephant's inspection. Walid liked what he saw, another purr of satisfaction humming through his trunk which he used to feel Devin's rocky abs. “My, my. I don't see why you need to be any bigger or stronger. You're gorgeous the way you are."

Devin had to withstand the tickle of Walid's nose hairs, making him jolt and giggle. “Haha… I appreciate it. I just- Haha… Need a little something- Mmph… More to make my job a little easier. Haha." He put a paw on Walid's trunk. It was built with a core of muscle, dexterous and flexible. “But if it means I get to have sex with a fine specimen like you, I don't mind being this size."

“Mmmm, well enjoy it while it lasts, honey, 'cause I'm about to turn you into a beast." Walid slid a thumb into the waistband of his underwear and tugged at it. “Do you mind relieving me of this? I don't think I'll be needing it for what we're about to do."

“Allow me~" Devin leaned forward and grabbed the waistband. Pulling it down brought to light more of that deeply tanned elephant thigh. There came the enormous curves of Walid's ass and the upper frizz of his pubes. At last, Devin saw the upper part of his shaft. It was a long, slow journey for the rest of the way, ending around Walid's knee where the cock head, still in its foreskin, was slumped on the mattress with the piercing glinting in the sunlight. Devin kept his eyes locked on it as he rolled the underwear the rest of the way down Walid's legs. Once they were completely off, he held it up in his paws like a flag. “Goodness gracious. Never seen a pair this big."

“My underwear or my balls?" Walid joked. He rolled over onto his back, letting that massive set of junk settle between his thighs with the tip starting to peek out of his foreskin.

Devin laughed and chucked the underwear aside. “Both, but it's your balls that I think are the most insane."

“Well, why don't you give 'em a good feel? Maybe help me get hard while you're at it."

“Oh yeah~" Devin scooted closer and cupped his paws underneath Walid's shaft. He lifted it upright, feeling like the Marines raising the flag on Iwo Jima. He had to stroke it with both paws just to get a good grip. Heavy, turgid man flesh wagged this way and that to the speed of his strokes. Just touching it made his entire body buzz with energy, a surge of hormones already working to make his body bigger. Raw, sexual power thrummed within his palms, ready to explode at the right moment. “Goddamn… This is crazy."

“You liking it?" Walid asked.

A nervous chuckle. “Yeah, I am. I hardly know what to do with it."

“Don't worry, sweetheart. It's not this you'll be working with, but this." Walid reached around his cock with his trunk and cupped Devin's balls with his nostrils. The Dalmatian tensed before relaxing with a coo. Those dense orbs were rolled around in Walid's nostrils, those tickly nose hairs going to work at arousing Devin something crazy. His bright red penis began a slow entrance out of his sheath, soon turning into a proud and gaudy erection. At the hilt just above the sheath was a knot, yet to burst but still dense with the potential to lock itself in an orifice. Walid clenched the tip of his trunk around it and massaged it with impressive gentleness. “How's that for a nose job?" he joked.

Devin laughed shakily. “Hahah… I'll never be able to hear that term the same way again." He continued rubbing Walid's penis, watching as it started to really tower out of his lap. “God, how big does this thing get? My arms are getting sore."

“I think you can stop about there. Let me take care of the rest. As for you, how do you want me? Doggystyle? Missionary? Want me to ride you?"

“Ooh, all of those sound nice, but I think you'd crush me if you rode me." He rubbed his own penis. “I wanna do doggystyle, but I don't know if I'm even big enough to make it past your ass, to be honest."

“Why don't I spread 'em for you?"

“Yeah, that would be nice."

“No problem~" Walid rolled back over and lifted to his fours. Devin was physically moved backwards by the sight of so much ass, all of his vision being absorbed by those enormous hills of chocolate. Something like a pair of basketballs hung in that giant purse, swaying ever so gently while his precum-bleeding cock laid on the mattress beneath his belly. He lowered his face to the bed and spread his buttocks. That saucer of a tailhole bowed out, its many wrinkles flattening, the ring of muscle winking. “How's that, handsome?"

Devin was speechless for a moment. “Fantastic. Holy shit."

“Well, don't just stare at it," called Ethan from the other side of the room. Devin looked over his shoulder to see the professor in the nude, sitting in a chair and stroking his dick. “Fuck him!" He saw the trepidation in Devin's face. “Oh, don't worry. This is for Walid when it's my turn. When you're done growing I say we both have a go at him."

“Sounds great," Walid said. “But right now I want you to focus on me, sweetheart."

Devin was overwhelmed. [i]So many hot elephants. I'm going to lose my mind.[/i] With no hope of fucking Walid on his knees, Devin stood up with his knees at a slight bend so that his pecker was in line with the tail hole. He grabbed his pecker and aimed it at the fleshy portal, feeling the raw heat of it as he came closer and closer. Flesh met flesh, and pure energy rippled throughout Devin's body.

“Oh God…" he huffed. Quite suddenly his body began to shake. His grip on his cock tightened. It was like he'd shoved it in an outlet, though what surged through him was nothing but pure rapture. He snarled his teeth, swore under his breath, and pushed onward. Walid gaped around him with ease- it was used to much bigger -and had Devin to the knot in one, slow stride. Hot, quivering flesh gripped him mercilessly. That muscle-buzzing sensation he felt were the hormones going haywire, ready to trigger his expansion into a giant like the man he was inside of. To him, it was just his body reacting to such a wonderful feeling. “Fuck… Hahhh… Oh shit…"

Walid brought his cheeks back together slowly so as not to crash them on Devin. They hugged the dog's hips tightly, not wanting him to go anywhere. “Mmmmm, how's it feel sweety? Good, I hope."

Devin let out a weak chuckle. “Hahah… Fucking fantastic. Ahhh… God, that's good."

“Mmmm, I think so too. Why don't you start fucking me and make it feel even better?"

“Y-y-yeah, sure." Devin pulled back as far as he could, which is to say not very far in comparison to Walid. He couldn't escape the Draconian grip of Walid's glutes before he had to thrust forward, plowing back into Walid's depths. A moan shuddered out of him, the pleasure starting to claw its was across his loins and throughout his body. The fatigue of working on the door quickly dissipated. It was replaced by a desperate need to fuck the elephant stupid. That he did, unfurling his hips back and then slamming them again to achieve a rapid, powerful sledgehammer. The room quickly filled with the sound of bodies slapping and Devin moaning. [i]Pap-pap-pap-pap-pap.[/i] “Ahhh… Huhhh… Huhhh… Fuck… Yes… Hahhh…"

Walid made some joyous coos of his own. His hands were folded beneath his chin while a look of relaxed whimsy rode his face. “Mmmm, that's it sweety. Keep doing that. I love it~" It wasn't anywhere like being fucked by Ethan the super stud, but hearing Devin huffing and whimpering while being pounded from behind by such a relatively tiny body was cute in a way that was also arousing. He started rubbing his penis to really start enjoying things. A long, sincere moan rolled out of him. “Mmmmmmmmmm~"

Ethan was enjoying himself too. His view from behind was a funny one: that miniscule-looking Dalmatian with his array of black spots trying to fuck Walid. His tail was wagging like crazy. Dimples would cave in his buttocks with each thrust, warping the spotted fur around it. The way his ears flopped was adorable. So were the moans that so readily rolled out of him. Ethan's penis was at half mast, almost ready for its own turn at Walid and eager to see what would become of Devin.

They didn't have to wait very long. At the pinnacle of his body's reaction to fucking Walid, his muscles started to grow. Ethan noticed that the definition in his body, already at an impressive level, was getting sharper. His deltoids stretched the full length of his shoulders while the traps rose up the height of his neck. The lines in his thighs deepened with the swell of his hamstrings. His calves grew bigger and so did his triceps. Veins wormed their way to the surface and about his many Dalmatian spots. Ethan lifted his eyebrows out of surprise. [i]Damn. That was quick. [/i]

Devin didn't notice how he was changing. Something like a body high had taken over him. A haze had befallen his mind like he was drunk. Thrusting into Walid was no longer such a task as it was something done automatically. His force increased without him realizing it. [i]Pap-pap-pap-PLAP-PLAP-PLAP-PLAP![/i] He may not have noticed, but Walid certainly did. It was hard to miss when a man starts fucking you harder and faster. What's more was the added grip on his hips and the subtle but still noticeable swell of Devin's cock inside him.

“Oooooh, that's it, honey. Huhhh… Keep it up. Mmmm… Let me feel it. Oh God…" Walid huffed.

Devin let him feel it, alright. His growth continued at a steady rate until he'd bloated into nothing short of a body builder. Traps like small hills, biceps the size of boulders, pecs fit to be cinderblocks, all came to create a beast of a man like Ethan had predicted. Unseen by any of them was the awesome shaft his penis had become. Walid was definitely feeling it now that it had reached his boy spot and filled him with the first few bursts of genuine pleasure. Devin wasn't cute anymore, but a hyper-masculine hunk on his way to the same level as the two elephants. Progress was rapid, his height elevating now that his transformation stretched his bones.

Ethan saw his balls inflate and sag down his thighs. He knew his cock was growing too with how loudly Walid was starting to moan. The volume of his impacts spoke enough. [i]SCHPAP! SCHPAP! SCHPAP! SCHPAP! SCHPAP![/i] Walid could hardly take it. He melted into the sheets, clawing and grabbing at them. For a moment he forgot that the man behind him wasn't his husband. Nobody else he knew could fuck this good. The only reason Devin did was because of how his body was changing, and oh how it had changed.

Devin was done moaning like he was the one being fucked. His slack jaw corrected itself into an angry clench as he started to bend over Walid with how tall he had become. He kept his eyes scrunched shut while his legs spread further and further to accommodate their new heights until finally, he was forced to kneel. It didn't occur to him why he needed to do that. There was only the need to breed, something he satisfied with continuous thrusts now powerful enough to rock the bed on its frame and send ripples through Walid's ass flesh.

Walid didn't have to touch his cock anymore, not with how good Devin was making him feel. “[i]Huhhh! Oh fuck, Devin! Yes! Huhhhh! So big… Hahhhhh…[/i]" Looking over his shoulder he saw what had become of Devin. He towered over him, rippling with muscles like an Olympian, that handsome face contorted by the combined effort and ecstasy. “[i]Ohhh, yes… Fuck me, big boy… Ohhhhh… Oh I think I'm gonna cum… Huhhhh! Yes! YES![/i]"

Devin felt the same, though he couldn't hope to articulate as much, not while he grunted and growled so dramatically. His coming climax built along his loins, focused around his cock tip where he felt ready to explode. Veins crept up his knot as it came close to bursting. Now the size of a mason jar, it pounded against Walid's backdoor. The pillar it was attached to was like a battering ram, much closer to what Walid was used to with Ethan, more than capable of making the elephant cum.

Devin went first. The last few humps were on a downswing of speed, but not power. With one final, Wagnerian heave Devin slammed his hips so hard that his knot fell into Walid with an audible POP! In the very next moment it exploded, locking the two men together while Devin, his body curved backwards and shaking, let rip his orgasm. “[i]HRRRRRNNNNNGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAaaaaaahhhhh~~~!!![/i]"

That was Walid's first time being knotted. It did the trick, outright drowning him in an ocean of ecstasy triggered by a very sudden and powerful climax. A wild wail blew out of him alongside a series of cum spurts that painted his chest, his neck, and the sheet beneath him. Each blast of Devin's cum was like a kick in the gut. Molten warmth swept through his insides and collected in his tummy where it felt like Devin's cock head was buried. That knot was swelled at the very gate of his tailhole, ready to tear it.

The two lovers panted and trembled where they were, deep in the throes of their afterglow. Walid's legs shook while Devin felt ready to collapse over top him. Finally, he opened his eyes and looked down at the elephant. He frowned. [i]Wait, wasn't Walid bigger?[/i] Then he saw the two, strapping arms that held Walid by the hips. He didn't believe they were his until he lifted one up to look at the paw. Sinews like steely wire ran through his forearm, bouncing and tweaking with his every subtle movement. His eyes grew round. [i]No fucking way.[/i] He looked down at himself and saw that the view of his abs was blocked by a Herculean set of pecs.

“Holy shit!" he hollered. In a miraculous recovered from his orgasm, he rapidly began patting around himself to feel everything. Dense muscle, wild veins, and impenetrable sinews. He flexed his arms and marveled at how massively the biceps swelled. He could hear the sinews popping with his every movement. He felt like he could crush a granite rock with one paw. He probably could. “This is… This is amazing!"

Walid was still gathering himself when he chuckled. “I'm glad you like it sweety. Huhhh… I know I do. Mmmm…" He winced as he tried pulling off Devin only to have that knot stay in place. “Oh God. I knew these knots were big, but holy shit. This is something else."

“Ahh… Sorry about that. I wasn't thinking enough to let it burst outside of you."

“How long until the swelling goes down?"

“Until I can get out? Maybe five to ten minutes."

“Good," said a deep voice from behind them. It was Ethan. They had both totally forgotten about him. He was happy to remind them by waltzing up to the bed with that colossal fuck stick waving in front of him at full size. “Hold him there for me so I can fuck his pretty face."

Walid purred. “Mmmm, two handsome studs to please. It's my lucky day."

Ethan grinned saucily. “Isn't it? Devin, if you don't mind, you might want to stand off the foot of the bed. I don't think this bed can handle all three of us."

“Yeah, you're right. Hold on, let me just…" He looked over his shoulder and made a halfhearted attempt at backing up to the foot of the bed like he'd been asked but was still held in place by his knot being inside Walid.

“Oof, hold on sweety. Give me a minute." The tied lovers coordinated an awkward backwards shuffle so Devin could get off the bed. It felt incredibly weird for him with his newly grown legs. Fortunately, the mattress was just high enough off the ground so that his cock was still level with Walid when he stood up.

“Whoa… OK, this works. God, this body's going to take some getting used to," Devin said.

“What a way to get used to it by fucking an elephant, hmm?" teased Ethan as he crawled onto the bed, carrying his dick around with it and then letting it slap on top of Walid's face when he was in front of him. Walid wrapped his trunk around it and kissed the underside. “Looks like you've got him loosened up for me. He's ready to act a slut."

“I see that," Laughed Devin. “Just wish I was-“ He grunted another attempt at pulling his knot out. “-[i]a little[/i] smaller so I could jimmy myself out."

“Don't worry. You will be. When you are, we can spitroast this little fuck toy here together."

It was jarring to hear the professor talk with such vulgarity. Devin loved it. “Yeah, we sure can."

“That's right, now if you'll do me a kindness and give that boy a nice spank. That'll get him going."

“Uhhh, are you sure?" He looked to Walid. “Can I do that?"

They heard some laughter from beneath Ethan's cock. “Sweety, I've been wanting you to spank me since you first walked in our house. You've already fucked my brains out. You can do a lot worse than spanking."

“Yeah? I think you're right." Devin's paw came backwards in the form of a paddle. It swung forth with a hiss, ending its journey on a devastating [i]SMACK[/i] that landed right on the outer curve of Walid's haunch. Gelatinous flesh rebounded and wobbled wildly to the sound of Walid grunting with joy. “How was that?" Devin asked. He'd startled himself with how hard the smack had landed. “Too hard?"

Walid growled. “Nnnnn, no. Come on. Gimme some more."

“I told you," said Ethan, chuckling. Devin did as he was told and wound his arm back for another power slap.

[i]SMACK! [/i]

Another groan from Walid. “Again."

[i]SMACK![/i]

“Nnnnn… Come on, again."

[i]SMACK![/i]

Devin didn't wait next time.

[i]SMACK![/i]

While Walid growled his satisfaction, Ethan laughed. “That's good. You've got him hard like a diamond again. Think I'll do something with my own, while I'm at it." He grabbed his cock and pulled it back through the loop of Walid's trunk. He had to scoot back on his knees a couple feet so Walid could aim the tip at his open, waiting maw. Ethan drew forward, and Walid's lips enveloped the head. “Mmmmm, that's good."

Walid purred and formed a corkscrew with his trunk around the rest of Ethan's pole. He sucked him gently, imploding his cheeks and forming a tight seal. There were suction sounds and gobs of spit that oozed down his chin. The slow bob of his head made it just a few inches farther down Ethan's shaft and tugged on Devin's knot. The Dalmatian winced having his sensitive muscle pulled on. Feeling Walid move and moan on Ethan's knot was exciting, but he couldn't do anything about it where he was. It also bothered him because he couldn't see just how massive his cock had become.

Ethan could read his impatience. “Want that knot to go down, don't you?"

Devin grunted. “Yeah. Give me a minute. I…" He massaged what part of his knot he could see. It was crowning out of Walid's horribly stretched pucker. Devin figured correctly that it was only the tip of the iceberg and that something truly massive was buried inside.

“Take your time," Ethan said, putting his hand on Walid's head and pulling it further down his cock. Walid let out a little gag. “We're not going anywhere any time soon." With his husband in place, Ethan started to hump softly. The head of his cock would poke in and out of Walid's throat.

“[i]Ulk. Uck. Ulk. Ulp,[/i]" said the man with two men inside him. He kept his jaw and throat slack. A thickish column of spit connected his bottom lip to the sheet. More of it glistened across Ethan's pistoning pecker.

Devin wasn't one to be left out, not when he'd grown into a leviathan like the other two. He kicked one foot onto the bed so he could get some leverage into twisting his knot at a better angle. He massaged what he could to ease the swelling. “[i]Come on, come on,[/i]" he hissed under his breath. Walid's muscle ring was starting to distend slowly, no easy task given how massive Devin was. A deep wince came across both their faces as Devin pulled and pulled. Walid had to resist clenching his jaw lest he accidentally chomp Ethan's penis as it was pummeling its way down his gullet. Devin kept going, and going, until finally…

[i]POP![/i]

Out shot the knot, an ungodly huge double sphere of solid dogmeat wider than two of Devin's head put together. Red like a cherry and swaddled in veins, it left behind a horribly gaped tailhole that struggled to close itself around Devin's shaft. Devin almost came toppling backwards; it was like someone had let go of a rope in tug-a-war. He regained his footing on the floor and noticed what had become of his cock.

“Oh my God…" Standing out of Walid's backside was an absolute rocket, an almighty pillar of thrumming organ like he saw on the elephants. Seeing and feeling how it was attached to him was surreal enough to make him pass out. That Walid was able to take all of it was equally baffling. But there was little time to admire himself. He had an elephant to fuck. He went to the task dutifully, pulling back those mighty glutes and hips to deliver a spine-collapsing thrust.

[i]SCHMACK![/i]

Walid cried out around Ethan's cock, though it was quickly cut off by his throat being plugged. “That's it, Devin," goaded the professor. “Give it to him." Ethan did the same, slamming his pillar as deep as it would go down Walid's battered throat. Soon the room was chaotic with the sound of sex, grunts, slaps, gags, moans, and swears. Devin lost himself again, jackhammering Walid with that huge knot of his like it was nothing. Ethan didn't have to do much, not when each of Devin's impacts would push Walid's mouth down his cock. Still, he made sure to grab a handful of the slut's hair, just to keep him in place where he ought to have been.

Then there was Walid in the middle of it all. He felt so small and vulnerable, caught between two hunks who fucked his brains out. He loved it so much. His eyes were rolled in his head. Between times when Ethan was buried in his throat there would escape loud, desperate wails. Devin had pounded his button into a pace, robbing all power out of his legs and turning them into rubber. He felt his back ready to blow out any minute. Powerless as he may have been, he did not take it all so idly. His body came back on Devin in time with his thrusts while he cradled both of Ethan's balls in his hands just the way he liked. He swam in the music of both men grunting and huffing. So much was happening to him at once. It was pure sensation overload. He was in heaven.

Devin announced that he was about to cum again with a loud and sudden grunt. His tempo escalated, barreling towards the finish at full speed. Ethan joined him, punching deep into his husband's throat while his pleasure started to edge on completion. Walid felt it all the most sincerely and completed the trifecta with his rapid ascent in pleasure. Devin came with a heave and a roar. He was held from slamming his knot back inside by only sheer girth alone. It swelled back to its greatest, powering another flood of cum into Walid pump by lovely pump. Ethan came next. An ugly grimace twisted his face while the first rope burst out of him at the deepest part of Walid's throat. He kept a tight grip on his hair, ensuring that every last drop was absorbed. Walid's body reacted in tune with them, their collective orgasms culminating in his own which added even more of his seed to the bed sheets.

The two tops spent the aftermath panting and wheezing hard. Devin tried pulling out by drawing his hips back, only to still be deeply ensconced. No way… He had to take two whole steps back before he saw the warhead flop out of Walid's gaped hole, letting loose a sinful glob of his cum. Devin ogled the full glory of his fuckstick, longer and as broad as his thigh. Cum was lathered across the shaft, now starting to go limp. More of it bled from the tip and plopped on the carpet below. That all of it had been inside Walid astounded him. “Holy shit. Oh my God. That's… Holy shit."

“As big as you hoped?" Ethan asked.

“Yeah. I mean, it's…" Devin ran one paw up the length of his shaft from the knot to the tip. His finger would run across the skin and he would feel the sensation. It wasn't an illusion or a prosthetic. This was genuine, living, blood pumping flesh, his own flesh. He pulled it up and let it fall forward. The weight of its bounce almost toppled him over. Devin just smiled and shook his head in disbelief. “It's the craziest thing I've ever seen. I can't believe I just fucked someone with it.

He heard a cackle from Ethan. “Well, I say you used it just perfectly!" He had pulled out of Walid's maw, leaving the wasted elephant to slump onto the mattress with torrents of warm jizzum flowing through his insides and sloughing out of his ruined tailhole. He was barely conscious within a storm of dopamine, all of his limbs having gone numb. “Gave him as good a railing as I ever could. Good on you."

Devin was shocked by the destruction he had created. He scratched the back of his head guiltily. “Honestly, all the credit goes to you guys. Wouldn't have been able to do anything close to that without growing to this size. I guess I gotta thank Walid for letting me fuck him." But Walid was in absolutely no condition to accept any thanks. Devin could tell as much.

“Ah, tell it to him later. I'm certain he'll tell you it was no problem whatsoever."

“Yeah," chuckled Devin. “I think so to." He looked down to see his cock retracting back into his sheath. Even as the tip disappeared there was still a gurgling need to fuck again. Inside those two titanic eggs churned a maelstrom of testosterone and cum. “God, I feel like I can fuck my way through a herd. Is it always like this for you guys?"

“When we get going, it is. You'll get used to it. Just try not to tear anyone in half, alright?"

“Hell, can't make any promises. So, uh… I guess I'll get back to work. That was one hell of a break."

“You don't have to. You can take the rest of the day off. Consider it thanks."

“Oh no. I did this because I wanted to make the job easier. Might as well do the job." He looked down at the floor and searched for his clothes. “I consider all this payment enough."

“Well, alright." Ethan climbed off the bed, swinging his cock around while he stood up and did a good stretch. “If you'll excuse me, I'll be taking a shower. You're more than welcome to join me~" Ethan made the invitation as he strode to the bathroom, but Ethan didn't respond. The Dalmatian had his back to him. He was holding something in front of him. “Is everything alright?"

“Yeah," said Devin, laughing. He turned around and showed that he was holding a tiny polo shirt, one that looked like it had shrunk in the dryer. It just so happened to be his. “Do you mind if I borrow some of your clothes?"

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