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Surpassing Further

Sneak Peek

“Oh fuck, so good dude! So fucking Alpha! Fuck,” Mark moaned, his voice light and airy.

“Damn right,” Caleb growled lustfully as he rolled his massive hips forward, the smack of those hips echoing like crashing mountains. “You know how hot I get when you call me Alpha.”

“Oh, fuck, yeah,” Mark groaned, the massive bulge in his gut from his friend’s dick rolling forward into him made the wolf’s toe paws curl. “Fuck Caleb, you look so FUCKING good with all that muscle. Fuck, why did I waste all that time thinking I was better at being big than you.”

“That’s a good pup,” Caleb growled, the sabertooth a monstrous paragon of masculinity. He slowly pushed down his thumb on Mark’s throat, the massive digit larger than any regular man’s hand. “Now, tell me when I’ve reached the right amount of pressure.”

“I will…if you call me your beta bitch again,” Mark gave a wet swallow, his Adam’s apple wasn’t as large as it used to be, but it still rolled against that thumb, feeling every bump and groove along that pad.

“Yeah, you like it when I call you my bitch?” Caleb smirked, his voice deep and rumbling as his saber teeth gleamed like blades framing his muzzle.

“You know how I like it,” Mark folded his ears back, the pressure on his neck increasing slowly to gently choke him.

“Damn right I do,” Caleb purred, the sound like rolling thunder that shook the floor. “Don’t worry Mark, your my fucking bro, my suby little beta. You’re this alpha’s personal cum dump. You’re my go to guy and bottom bitch.”

“Shit dude,” Mark’s face practically glowed with his blush as those hips hit his ass again. “You’re hitting all the damn spots…”

“What can I say,” Caleb rumbled, his voice deep and imposing. “I fucking love making your toes curl almost as much as I like busting my nut.”

“Fuck, do you even need me to call you an Alpha?” Mark panted out. “You…fuck…you’ve got more machismo than I ever had. If anyone calls you anything less, they’re just fucking kidding themselves.”

“That’s because I’m more than the sum of your parts,” Caleb lifted one of his arms, accidently smacking the popcorn ceiling and needing to lower it a bit before he flexed it, the bulging bicep defying the natural laws of biology and growing into thick peaks of muscle. Veins throbbed over it with that simple flex, even the smallest exertion of strength pumped up those already massive slabs of saber meat.

It had been a month since the events that swapped their lives. Caleb had become the beast he always wanted. A fucking monster of muscle, testosterone, and masculinity that had no parallel. Mark on the other hand found that being dominated, truly pinned down under all the muscle he had cultivated over his life, degraded and bread like some cheap whore was all he ever truly wanted. Sure, he sewed his wild oats when he was on top, but Caleb used his size so much better than he ever did. He remembered the first time he came back to the gym on campus.

Mark was completely ignored as everyone rushed to meet the twelve foot behemoth of a man that Caleb had become. He was taller than Mark ever was, larger, and more imposing. Biceps that crested his head when flexed, hands that could palm the next largest guy’s chest, pecs that would break the backs of lesser men if they tried to shoulder them, abs the size of literal cinderblocks packed together to form an abdominal wall of concrete and thunderous obliques. His legs were so thick and wide that the sabertooth had to maintain a constant swagger to move, his foot paws crushed and cracked concrete, those massive feet had raptor talons as claws, and his soles could crush a torso and still have enough clearance to choke someone out between his toes. They had to find special shorts for the sabertooth to walk in pubic, the damned things looking like they were a hammock where they stuffed two beach balls and a traffic cone inside.

It wasn’t until Caleb told everyone who Mark was that they recognized him. Caleb did a few good natured barbs about him being a beta bitch. It was common knowledge on how Caleb’s spell worked so no one feared being drained as well, but that just showed off what kind of shameless slut Mark was. He was so enthralled with Caleb, so subdued by his masculinity, that all it would take was a simple flex of one striation and the wolf would be on his knees lapping at Caleb’s toes. Though, people learned really quick that no one fucked with Mark.

The first time someone tried to push him around, Caleb showed them the type of beating he gives Mark every night. Suffice to say, that person didn’t last long. Mark was concerned that their dynamic would change drastically, and it did, but only for the better.

They were still bros! Thickest of thieves who loved to make the other nut! Mark wouldn’t say he was in love, but he loved Caleb, and Caleb loved his little bro wolf. The experience drew them together and made their relationship deeper and more complex. They still liked all the same shit, and Mark had quite a few tips on how to live as a big guy. Mark especially liked helping Caleb shower, but currently, their favorite nightly ritual was draining Caleb’s nuts.

Caleb straddled the bed, his massive thighs on either side of the queen mattress, his massive nuts hanging off the end as he rolled his hips forward. Caleb’s boulder ass cheeks would flex, the individual muscle groups smoothed out by his luscious fur could still be seen as they flexed and rolled forward. The thick slosh of those heavy nuts as they gargled and churned with fresh saber seed. Mark was on his back, his hands gripping the bottom of the head board to help push back against Caleb’s thrusts, Caleb’s fingers gripped the top of that head board, gouging through the back and raking it with his powerful blade like claws as he purred, the sound like rolling thunder, with each thrust.

“Fuck Caleb, I mean my Alpha, I mean…fuck,” Mark tried to hold back, but his six incher throbbed and spirted a pitiful streak of seed over his shallow abs, the bulge of Caleb’s massive mushroom head causing the lines to distort and run over his stomach in bunching rivulets.

“Shit, did you just cum?” Caleb grinned. “You call yourself a dude when you’re squirting on my cock like that? You never had any self-control, but fuck, you can’t help but squeal like a bitch with my dick prying that bussy open.” Caleb picked up the pace, his cock squelching deep inside his favorite cock sleeve.

“Fuck…fuck you man…” Mark panted, dog dick still hard as iron, so hard it was turning purple. “I can’t…fuckin’ help it. You’re such a fucking…fuuuuuuck” Mark’s cock throbbed, another thick spurt of cum smacking him in the face, Caleb’s four foot mega cock milking that prostate and forcing it to shoot as he rolled his hips. “Such a fucking stud, such a fucking stud…”

“Yeah, get it all out, it’s the last time for a hot minute,” Caleb grinned darkly as he continued rolling his hips with masterful control, his abs grinding together with each calculated thrust.

“Fuck, what am I going to do…without that big ass alpha cock…” Mark moaned, his legs barely reaching either side of Caleb’s waste, his heels bouncing on those massive ass cheeks.

“It’s only temporary, my dude, my beta bitch dude,” Caleb cooed gently before a cocky grin gleamed across those saber teeth. “Then I’ll be even bigger,” Caleb thrusted hard, his cock bottoming out. “Stronger and more virile than ever before.”

“Fuck yeah dude,” Mark growled. “Fuck yes…shit!” Mark’s cock throbbed, cum dribbling from it as he came again. “Dude, I don’t know if I can last. A whole fucking day without that dick?”

“Don’t worry pup,” Caleb lifted a claw and put it right in the space between Mark’s pecs. “It’ll just be for a bit, and we’ll make it work in our favor anyway. Besides, I promised those two dolts that I’d cut the size to make things fair.”

“But…do you have…mmmf! Have to give it all back?”

“Whatever I didn’t build myself,” Caleb smirked. “That was the deal.”

The triangle that started it all flashed into existence on Mark’s chest, the upside-down pyramid along with the right side up one on Caleb’s chest. The saber tooth’s was practically hidden in his massive cleavage and chest hair.

“Do you agree to our terms, beta pup?” Caleb asked, the spell no longer needing paper if the parties agreed once. The spell would always be there and could be reversed at any time.

“I…fuck…yes!” Mark wined reluctantly, clenching is ass around that dick as if not wanting to give up that premium sabertooth meat, loving how it stretched him, not wanting to let go of that overly full feeling tingling up his spine.

“Good boy,” Caleb purred, his finger tracing a circle around the triangle and causing it to flip, their symbols inverting so Mark’s was up and Caleb’s down.

The effects were almost immediate. Caleb felt the magic burn inside of his body, the very framework of his bulk shuddered as his cock became increasingly sensitive.

“Fuck, gunna bust!” Caleb thrusted, his hips smacking the bed, the back board cracking the dry wall as he fucked like a mad man. “Fuck yes! It’s so intense! So much power, so much strength surging in my nuts! Fuck!”

“Fuck yea dude! Fucking bust! Bust inside me! Make me fucking spit up that shit! Bloat me! Make me a fucking cum balloon! A fucking cum bubble!” Mark felt that flag pole fucking him get harder, unwilling to bend as it bloated with pleasure before Caleb roared in his release. He slammed his hand against the wall, aiming specifically for the stud to prevent from breaking all the way through as he came.

Caleb’s claws raked the wall as his balls drew up and audibly churned before bouncing, lifting off the ground only to smack back down. His cum pipe bloated before his thick head swelled and started spitting his kittens deep inside that wolf’s guts!

“FUCKING TAKE IT!” Caleb roared, his voice slightly higher already. “FUCKING TAKE IT ALL BACK YOU FUCKING BETA BITCH!”

That first shot visibly jostled Mark’s gut, it sloshed with that powerful jet and was quickly rounded out by that powerful stream as his belly bulged. Mark’s cock throbbed and shot blanks as he was filled. Mark was in a pleasured haze, his body surging with energy. He lifted his hands and rubbed them over his bloated belly as it continued to expand, swell, jostle and shunt out larger and larger with each heavy load of cum. He brushed over it, loud gurgling and sloshing, squelching as his belly was stretched with each shot. Mark moaned as he went form a baby bump to full term, to bursting with twins. The first time he took Caleb’s mega load, he was spurting cum form his mouth and nose, but after a month of heavy fucking, he could take a little more, but he loved knowing he was the beta of an alpha with so much virility that he could overflow him with a single nut.

Mark’s moan was suddenly cut off as Caleb thrusted again, his nuts churning out another shot and causing the wolf’s throat to bulge. Mark closed his mouth just in time to have the next wad of cum smack the back of his teeth as he tried to hold it in. All that musky, salty, sabertooth tiger essence marking his every taste bud with the bitter tang of virile man. But the next powerful jet proved to be too much. Cum shot out of his nose in streams before he opened his mouth, a thick slosh of cum wetly shooting out his muzzle and oozing out like a broken fountain.

Caleb’s orgasm was subsiding, his body already feeling his strength leaving him. His muscles deflated, his striations smoothed out as his pleasure ebbed. He had lost a foot and Mark’s veins were already throbbing with power, his muscles bulking up as he inched taller, his eyes rolling back into his skull as he gargled on that cum as new vigor rolled into him.

Mark coughed and gargled as he caught his breath, his lungs getting larger, his pecs pushing out further, the baby belly becoming less pronounced as his abs fought to push it into his larger gullet. He simply huffed and patted his belly as he continued to swell with size.

“I forgot how long it took you to drain me of all that size before,” Mark burped, a large cum bubble coming out of his muzzle as he huffed. “Fuck I’m full.”

“Still have a long way to go,” Caleb chuckled. “But you feeling up to ridding me now? My legs feel weak for the first time all month.”

“Shit, I really took that much from you already? Sure!” Mark gave a little groan as he tried to move, but the weight of the cum belly above him had him pinned. “I…um…need a little help.”

“I got you dude,” Caleb scooped up Mark and spun them around, his back slamming onto the mattress and shattering the frame. “Shit, sorry dude.”

“Don’t sweat it brah!” Mark was already feeling some of his dominance return to him, but all he wanted to do was be a power bottom for that sabertooth dick! “You have any idea how many of my own bedframes I’ve shattered over the years? It happens.” Mark started to bounce, his belly sloshing with that thick cum and his belly button popped with its volume.

The rest of their night was spent fucking, draining their size over to Mark to get ready for the big event. The team captains of the rival college football team were coming over, and Caleb had big plans for the douchebag duo.

Very, very, BIG plans…

***

The party was a rager!

Players from both rival schools called a truce for the night and converged on the most drug filled, pussy popping, ball busting, music screeching party of the year. The kegs flowed like a broken water main and not a single countertop or card table was spared with the amount of plastic liters of booze, red solo cups, bowls of snacks and condoms there were. A duo of taco trucks were parked out front to feed the drunk and horny collegiate throngs to keep them fueled for the party inside. The lights strung up around the house showed every dent, flaw, and crack from party’s past that would never be repaired in order to keep that tapestry of their history on blatant display. Chipped and faded paint from the frat house’s siding was only accented by the golden lights that were strung up amongst its rafters.

From the front porch where dudes were getting it on and the lightweights were puking their guts out, to the back yard where the pool and dance floor were covered with more spillage, booze and sexual alike, the place was going off.

Caleb was up front, his six foot two frame leaning on one of the railings with red solo cup in hand. He wore a backwards cap with the frat’s logo scrawled across it, his tank was too short and rode up his massive pecs and showed off his powerful abdominals, his belly button exposed. His cutoff jean shorts showed off his powerful legs, his long tail flicking in anticipation behind him as he shifted his weight to and from his size twelve flip flops, his foot paws flexing against them. He took a swig of beer, ignoring the shit flavor for the buzz it promised as his blue eyes scanned the arrivals.

Caleb was wearing his old clothes, but even now at his diminished size they were just too tight. He was basically back to his old self, but after having a month of that much size and growth potential, he gained a couple inches and a few pounds of muscle on him that just refused to shift over to Mark. He had earned that size through work outs and the potential growth that Mark had so willingly given him. Caleb looked at his hands, flexing them and feeling a sour frustration in his gut at the fact they didn’t look too large for his body anymore. A clear sign that his current form was done growing. He simply huffed and looked up.

“Not even close to done,” Caleb growled lustfully. Then his eyes landed on his prize, or prizes. Caleb’s sabers gleamed in the lights and cheap tiki-torches as he eyed the two star jocks walking up the dirt path.

Bryce, a black bull with massive horns, swaggered his way in with his friend and partner in crime, Jake, a chocolate race horse with legs for days. Bryce’s chest was clad in a simple cut-off tank, his monstrous chest pushing it out as the thin straps fluttered around exposing his dark nips, the bottom of that flowing fabric brushing up against his abs every once in a while to show off their definition. His lats spread out like winks from that cut off, forcing his arms to stay at an angle with how bulky they were, his neck was almost twice as thick as his head, but that square jaw and those cords of muscle kept his head held high with the confidence of a man who knew he could beat his way out of any problem.

Bryce was eye to eye with Caleb, making them both six two, but the bull’s horns gave him a few extra imposing inches. Though, Jake was a beast on his own. He must have had Clydesdale blood in him. The stallion was six eight, his main a sun bleached beauty that flowed down his head. Next to Bryce the stallion’s neck and upper body looked average, but that’s because of the vast disparity between the two bulky jocks. Jake’s tank clad chest and free flexing arms could put anyone to shame, second only to his buddy Bryce’s physique, but the stallion’s pride emanated from further below. The stud wore athletic shorts that looked painted on. The racehorse’s legs were thick, forcing him to almost waddle with his swagger from their powerful size. But that waddle wasn’t just from the lack of space between his legs. Jake was clearly free-balling, his legendary horse cock barely contained in those shorts.

“So, the kitten actually shed his stolen mass like he said he would,” Bryce came up to the sabertooth, the bull needing to look up, the tiger being on higher ground. “You really are just lookin’ to get your ass beat.” The bull punched his fist into his palm, the calloused fingers from his lifting making solid smacks as he cracked them.

“It was the only way I could get you chickens to come squawking your way in here,” Caleb shrugged. “You fucking pussies couldn’t stand the fact that I made your knees quake and kicked you a few dozen notches up on the Kinsey scale. Not used to being on bottom?”

“We’ll show you who’s on fucking bottom tonight!” Bryce huffed but Jake put a hand on his buddy’s shoulder.

“Calm down dude, he’s just baiting you,” Jake huffed and flipped his mane. “Dude’s got no class.”

“Class?” Caleb cocked his brow. “Do you go commando to every party, mister classy?”

“Wa-Fuck you,” Jake stomped his hoof. “You think you’re so fucking tough because you got your magic and shit. Well, we got the brawn that’ll take you out.”

“Funny,” Caleb shook his head. “Your terms were very clear. I needed to drop my bulk before you’d come. So, you pussies only show up to fights you know you can win, huh?”

“You saying you’re scared now?” Bryce crossed his arms and gave a cocky grin.

“I’m saying that I’m being as accommodating as I can so you weeping pussies aren’t so scared shitless you don’t even show.”

“Where is all that mass anyway?” Jake leaned forward, his dark eyes squinting. “You’re not hiding it under some magic, are you? Where’s it all at?”

“Already simping for my size before you can see it?” Caleb shook his head, downed the rest of his beer, then tossed the empty cup at the two. “Come on. I’ll show you exactly where it is.”

Caleb waived them forward, but didn’t look back to see if they were following. He didn’t need to. The tremors of their footfalls were enough to tell him they were coming along. Fuck, he missed how his body shook the fucking rafters of this house. Given, Mark and him need an apartment off campus to survive with their augmented size, but the frat was more than happy to host the event for tonight.

All Caleb could think about was how the house rattled when the two walked in tandem, how all that weight and size was such a force when compounded together. Caleb had to bite his lip to keep his dick from springing forward. Having a soft cock was a strange experience for the tiger now that he didn’t have his hyper virility. All that size and strength, funneled into one body, his body, coursing with unbridled power, it was hard to contain himself.

He would have it all.

They passed through the kitchen where they all snagged another drink, the duo of douches hitting on some girls and snagging some jello shots before following Caleb out back. Once they hit the packed dirt of the back yard it was obvious where all that size went.

There, in the pool, was Mark. The old Mark. The wolf was restored to his bulking, goofy self. The massive wolf stood in the deep end of the pool, his massive legs leaning into the pool, his foor paws inclined as he reached the drop off of the pool, his hands resting along the far end of the pool as though he were lounging on a couch with a short backrest. His massive body was as large as all three of the other’s combined, and then some. His cock was on full display, his swim trunks in a wet heap next to the pool as several guys and girls hung on his obliques like climbers on a cliff and straddled his periscoping dong.

“My beta will be holding onto my size for now, he needs a break from riding my cock anyway. Besides, some of the people here miss being knotted by the stud.” Caleb presented Mark like he was some sort of prized pet ready for show. The two other guys stood there, jaws hanging as they saw the state champ with his body on full display. No one dared question Mark’s nudity, his three foot dog cock pointing up towards his massive shelf of pecs. A duo of chicks on one of his biceps were squealing as he flexed for them. Two dudes clinging to his sides had their foot paws working over and messaging his nuts. The reek of chlorine was being tainted by Mark’s musk, the pre dribbling from his cock getting sucked up into the jets and marking everyone with his virility. It was almost comical when Mark spotted Caleb, his cock grew darker as it flexed, thick shots of pre smacked the underside of his pecs and ran down his brick like abs and into the frothing bubbles below.

“Sup bitches,” Mark rumbled. “The Alpha bro giving you the tour? Dude’s been waiting to get a hold of you two for a while. I thought you guys were bigger.” Mark’s eyes were hungry, almost predatory as he licked his chops. “You’re lucky I’m not competing tonight, or I’d fuck you into the dirt for him.” His voice was thunder, his threat like a warning from on high. The two almost shit themselves, and Caleb simply smiled and gave the big wolf a wink before kissing the air. Mark hid it well, but he blushed, his asshole clenching under the water as Caleb held supreme authority over the wolf even at his diminished size. Mark had to suppress a whorish wine, his massive foot paws flexing before he reeled himself in and put on his dominant act again.

“You little guys have fun with your pissing contest.” Mark waived them off with just is fingers, his arms occupied. “I’m going show these amateurs what a real party beast can do!” Mark let out a howl that was almost like a sub-woofer, everyone in the party stopped to shout and scream with him, some of the dudes joining in with the howl.

Once the crowd died down, Caleb clasped his hands together. “Okay, broskis, we ready for this?”

“Shit, right now?” Bryce asked, his confidant mask cracked after seeing Mark. Even the big bull wasn’t immune to the Alpha’s call with all that size. “I mean, is that the best, shouldn’t we take a moment to mingle or whatever?”

“Dude, nut up,” Jake slapped the bull’s shoulder. “He’s just trying to rattle us. Besides, no one can beat us at our challenges we submitted.”

“Shut up dude,” Bryce elbowed the stallion. “I just wanted to enjoy the party for a bit before I destroy their star player.”

“Sure,” Caleb chuckled. “Let’s get this shit started. Who wants to go first?”

“How about we do Jake’s challenge first,” Bryce crossed his arms, his drink heled in one hand by the rim of his solo cup. “You go first too. Show us how it’s done magi-cat.”

“Aren’t you forgetting something,” Caleb pulled out a slip of paper that was folded in his pocket. “The wager?”

“You think we’re going to miss out on snagging your size?” Jake smiled. “What do we have to do?”

“Simply say you agree to the terms of our deal as written on this paper,” Caleb offered the paper for them to read. Bryce snatched it out of Caleb’s hand and read it over.

“Looks good to me,” Bryce huffed before Jake snatched it from his hands.

“I’m the business major, let me do the contract shit,” Jake scanned the page over and confirmed there weren’t any tricks or holes that could be exploited. At least none that he could see.

“You even agreed to lock yourself out of using magic during the competition, apart from what’s already been cast to keep the initial wager going. You even added a provision to wager other people’s size?”

“It’s a proxy provision,” Caleb shrugged. “If you lose everything in one match you can pull from your partner for size. Kind of like getting someone to spot you.”

“So what does that mean? That you can take back your ridiculous size if you want to?” Jace scowled.

“No,” Caleb waived a hand to dismiss the thought. “What if your partner loses all their size? They would just be dead weight, little as they may be. So, you can name a proxy to wager their size on your behalf. Of course, Max is excluded from providing size as a proxy. I figured you pussies wouldn’t agree without that as a provision. Also, you can only gain the size needed to match your opponent, not exceed, and only from one patron at a time. Keeps things fair huh?”

Jake glowered at the text, analyzing it up and down and trying to find any loophole the sabertooth could take advantage of.

“I agree to it,” Jake finally felt satisfied and Bryce said the same quickly after.

“Good boys,” Caleb smirked and snapped his fingers, the paper burning up in a flash of blue flame. Glowing bands of blue light shot out from the flames and latched onto all three of their wrists. “There we go. Now, none of us can pussy out now. We’re stuck here until all three challenges are completed.”

“Then what the hell are we waiting for,” Bryce knocked back his drink, his thick throat bulging with each powerful gulp. “Fuck, let’s fucking do this! Gunna be the easiest gains I made all year.”

“Fuck yeah,” Jake huffed. “And when we take you out, the rest of your team won’t be able to stand up next to ours.”

“Sure,” Caleb smirked. “Quit your talking and get to the keg.”

A fresh keg was rolled out from a rack for the challenge, the nozzle clear so everyone could see the amber fluid flowing so one couldn’t just pretend to be drinking. Simple rules for the first challenge. The person who could last longest gets to take a portion of size for every second past the loser’s time, and you must keep doing pushups while doing the stand. If you stop drinking or stop pushing then you’re done.

It was a two on one challenge. Caleb would take size from the two of them for every second over their time and the other two would take size from the tiger for every second over his time. It was straight forward.

And if Caleb played this right, he would have the two right where he wanted them.

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