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Terry and Adam had come in on a whim. They already had gifts for each other, and were still looking for gifts when they'd taken a wrong turn and ended up somewhere that at least gave them a laugh. Adam had asked, "Do you want to go in? We could get each other a present, maybe?" It wasn't meant as a suggestion of a preference, but as usual Terry seemed to take it as such, and they went in.

Having looked around all the dildos and lubes and videos at the front of the store, Adam had started wandering towards the back. It was pretty quiet, but he hadn't really found anything that he'd wanted. Then he'd seen the stalls, looked inside, and he knew what he wanted.

Every guy had one fantasy that was always going to be impossibly to realise unless the fates were really kind and into something kinky. Adam had always kind of wanted to suck off some random guy through a glory hole; he hadn't because it was way too risky, and he was now in a relationship that he didn't want to mess up. But Terry was here, and the glory holes were here: it was about as safe as he was going to find. Adam started feeling the ideas connect, and an erection swelling in his pants.

"Come here," Adam whispered after he'd found Terry perusing the bondage gear. "I know what I want."

He pulled his boyfriend over towards the booths with the convenient holes in between. "I don't get it," Terry confessed. Adam whispered what he wanted; for good measure he started groping Terry's crotch through his jeans. He normally didn't act this way in public, and Terry called him out on it. But Adam was insistent, and eventually Terry relented.

Reaching into Terry's now-unzipped pants, Adam whispered, "See you on the other side," and gave his boyfriend a quick kiss on the cheek. He wondered why he'd been so brave. Maybe because it was the holiday time, and people seemed to be in the mood for other toys: the store was quiet, and the guys working here probably saw this stuff a lot.

Inside the stalls the floors and walls were stained, and they smelled. Adam suddenly felt the sudden twinge of regret. Terry probably wouldn't like this at all. His own erection slowly died back, and he was about to pull open the door and call out when he saw the cock slide through the hole.

Suddenly, the worries were gone, and he quickly slid the bolt across the door so they wouldn't be disturbed. Dropping to his knees, he gripped the protruding erection in his hands, moving his lips to the tip. He always liked sucking Terry's cock: for his Mr. Right, he was willing to do anything. There was nothing he enjoyed more than having Terry mounting his chest and fucking his face. Except for maybe this. The cock thrust through the hole, Adam's mouth was already sore. Terry seemed to be getting into it too: the squelchy, fat head of the thick cock was dripping juicy pre-cum into his mouth.

Terry whispered, "Okay, I'm going to put my dick through the hole now." Adam's mouth froze, pulling back. Awkwardly, Terry's cock speared through the glory hole completely saliva-free. Adam was confused: he knew Terry's cock pretty well, even in the low light. Terry wouldn't have gone into the stall if someone else had been in there. He felt he should say something, but he needed to figure it out. Right now didn't feel like the right time.

"Maybe I just imagined it?" Adam thought, taking Terry's cock into his mouth, possibly again. The one in his mouth felt the same as the one before: thick, long and juicy. He shook off the weirdness from earlier as just him feeling supremely horny. His hands, grimy from having pushed up against the wall, worked down his fly, freeing his own erection which felt really big. "Holy fuck," Adam thought. It was just as wild an awesome as he had wanted, only with the added thrill of not having to worry about if the guy on the other end had any diseases or not. One hand reached back up, using his hand to keep Terry hard - and edge him a little bit - while he rested his aching mouth a little.

Adam's cock continued to grow beyond his normal erection, the tip lengthening between his fingers. To keep up, his strokes became longer, teasing has his excitement turned into lubrication. Squeezing his hand on the head, the flesh almost flowing between his fingers as a thick blob of clear fluid got forced out, then smeared down the aching length of the fleshy pole growing in length, rigidity and pinkness. That seemed to be enough to get more flowing down on his own, dripping down around the thick ring of flesh out of which the rest of his cock seemed to push out. It continued flowing over the tight-skinned sack, barely holding his balls in as they started to spill out of his boxers. The fabric of his pants started to strain, but Adam couldn't bring himself to stop.

Salivating hungrily, Adam swallowed to clear his mouth. His tongue felt big in his mouth, as though it was getting erect too. Everything around his mouth was feeling swollen: his nose that was suddenly really into the dirty smell of old sex in the room and very into the fresh scent coming off of Terry's cock, the lips he licked in preparation of slipping around his boyfriend's cock, his tongue that was almost as heavy as a second cock in his mouth. Even the teeth in his mouth felt broader and flatter as he pulled his jaws apart, enveloping his lover's cock. The bigger feeling of his mouth was cool: it gave him more room to play around with. He pressed his nostrils, which seemed to tilt forward, up to the wall. He liked how big his nostrils felt: all the better to smell his boyfriend's musk filling his nostrils. His lips pulled back, enjoying it so much he felt his eyes start to roll back in his head.

Straining, Adam's cock started banging against the wall. It had gotten enormous and beastly, to go along with his oversized balls, but he barely paid attention to the changes to his genitals. His shaft wasn't the only thing straining, his genitals not the only part of his body growing. Adam's spine extended: his shirt was taut around his ballooning pectorals and wide shoulders, showing off the cream-coloured hairs slowly covering his pronounced abdominals. Neither had been there when Adam had come in, but both were becoming increasingly prominent. Even the nipples scraping irritatedly against the fabric of the shirt had thickened, the skin darkened.

Probing the head of Terry's shaft with his thick tongue, Adam loosened some of his boyfriend's salty fluid. His mouth quivered, reflected through his whole body. His jeans were tight around his legs, in between the extra thick fur and the heavily, toned muscles strengthening and growing. The crotch at his pants began to give way: Adam's pants were not designed for his current legs. The continued changes only registered as annoyances to him getting to please his lover. His pucker twitched: he wished there were two of Terry. They hadn't been too successful with anal stuff, but god damn did his asshole ache to be stretched by his lover.

"I can't..." Adam thought, unable to keep this weird thing pushing out of his body almost everywhere contained. He let it wash over him, groaning as his jeans tore open in several places, his shirt shredding to ribbons. Bits of it were still wedged where his arms pressed down where his massive pectorals curled into the hairy biceps and triceps. A thick tuft of brown and cream hair lifted up into the air, like a flag welcoming his lover to fuck his thick-ringed, dark hole. The front of his shoes tore open as long, thick feet expanded into lower parts of beastly hind legs.

Rubbing his crotch against the ground as his large fingers itched, webbing merging them together. Even the dark, hoof-like nails slowly clacked, knitting together. His antlers bumped up against the wall, making him snort in frustration. The stall felt really tiny. He was having trouble breathing. He opened his eyes, suddenly noticing the shimmer of fluids - old and new - that stained the room.

It wasn't enough. It was too hard. He couldn't think of anything. Slurping noisily, he let his muzzle release Terry's cock, leaving it dripping with his saliva. Smashing through the door when he couldn't quite get a hold on the handle fast enough, Adam's huge muscles tore through the wood easily. There was only a little bit more wood keeping him from Terry.

Terry looked shocked when he burst through the door. It seemed he wasn't prepared for a giant, monstrously buff reindeer-man staring down at him with wild eyes and an oversized erect cock, oozing eagerly as it pointed over his head. Adam's massive chest heaved, the rippling muscles only barely visible through the thick pelt covering his naked body. He was a little startled himself: between the thick antlers and the rest of him being so huge he almost obliterated all of the light that should have been coming into the now-open stall. He snorted, then turned around. "Terry," he bellowed out in a deep, desperate voice, "please, fuck me!"

Rearing up, Adam dropped onto all fours, flicking his tail into the air. His cock smacked up onto his chest, making a huge wet splat and leaving thick goo dripping down from the thick furry tuft bursting out between his pectorals. His muscles throbbed; suddenly he ached for something to do. He enjoyed being active, his body seemed to feel. Fucking was what he really wanted to do, but running, jumping, even swimming, would have been a good outlook to burn off all the energy buzzing through him.

Eagerly - maybe too eagerly - he backed up further, his broad ass forcing Terry into the wall. He heard him grunt. "Adam?" he heard Terry inquire. He sounded winded, concerned, and maybe just a little bit too intrigued about what had happened to be completely innocent. He nodded in response: it was too hard to talk.

"I didn't think - well - I guess we both got what we were after," Terry chuckled. "You can still understand me, right?" he asked.

Nodding, Adam grunted, "Yes, please, fuck my ass!"

Deliberating, Terry finally responded, "Not here. I just want to see how much of what I wanted I got." Adam lowered his giant, antlered head, and grunted and panted as Terry climbed onto his back, pulling on his surprisingly resilient fur until he had his legs wrapped around Adam's waist. "Let's fly!" Terry commanded.

Eagerly, Adam snorted, gripping Terry's tiny-seeming ankles. The potent need to run permeated his head. His antlers scraped along the roof; he snorted to clear his nostrils. His itchy hooves needed to run; suddenly he was pounding along the floor, running through the floor. The ground shook with each step. Pounding forward, he reached the door; suddenly, his legs throbbed, and he jumped into the air. He felt his heart pounding: flying felt really, really good.

Everything looked so oddly small: they weren't as high up as a plane - fortunately - but just enough to clear most buildings. He moved impossibly fast, jumping from rooftop to rooftop, twisting to avoid smashing into the skyscrapers as he ran. His body continued to pulse with erotic energy. Being this strong and powerful was incredibly arousing, especially with Terry clinging so closely to his back. He seemed excited too: at least the cock rubbing on his back, and the gentle thrusting, seemed to indicate that much.

Running slower, he started landing closer to the ground as they moved through, and then left, the outskirts of the city. Once they landed in the middle of some farmland, he dug into the dirt with both hooves, leaving huge rivets appearing in the dirt. Collapsing down, Adam grunted as his weight squeezed out a bit of lubricant from his erection as it got trapped under his body. Snorting loudly, he felt Terry climb down off his back. "Holy shit, Adam," Terry replied, "that was a rush!"

Grunting in reply, Adam got onto his hands and hooves and pleaded, "Fuck me!" Raising his tail, he showed off where he wanted.

Adam felt Terry's hand run over his body; the touch was electric, as though every finger was sending miniature orgasms surging into his body. He rasped for air, cock throbbing and pleading for him to be fucked as Terry walked around him, inspecting Adam closely.

"You're pretty big," Terry commented, "I'm not sure if you'll feel it, but I guess we didn't finish your fantasy earlier." Getting Adam to squat down, Terry used the rivets to get Adam a bit closer to the ground. Then Adam felt an intense electric surge originating from his butt as Terry spread his thickly-fuzzy cheeks apart. He pushed back, ring relaxing. He heard a spitting sound, then something probed inside.

Pushing back on Terry's erection, Adam moaned. He'd tried out dildos - he needed to work up to Terry's size - and had enjoyed it, but this was different. Accented by his own desires, and the magic that had changed his body, he didn't mind the pain, but totally enjoyed the pleasure. He didn't even have to have anything touch his cock. Being fucked was almost as good as getting head, or being fucked in the mouth and jerking off.

"Oh god," he thought, "I'm such a fucking slut! Please fuck me!" Adam wished there'd been two Terries. One could have his ass, the other could have his mouth. Maybe another to grind on his cock, but only if he wanted that.

Ramming faster into his boyfriend's ass, Terry continually checked that Adam was okay. Adam let him know it was more than okay for him to be as rough as he wanted. Because he wanted it to. The pounding got faster. He could feel splashes of hotness inside his guts, smelled the scent of it as it dripped out of his ass. Terry's cock seemed to be swelling inside him, making the thrusts nicely painful to Adam. The fluid drips became more frequent. The thrusting more immediate. Terry's breath increased. Then he gripped tightly, slamming in and unleashing his load.

Needing Terry's cum inside him to release his own load, Adam bugled as his gigantic cock disgorged a huge quantity of semen onto the ground. His calls echoed through the air, but he didn't care. He was being fucked rough and raw by the man he loved, and now he had an ass-kicking body to boot. As Terry flopped onto his bag, hugging his rump, Adam sighed contentedly. This had been a great romp. And they had a lot of things to look forward to: festive bondage gear, being forced to drink each other "egg nog", getting Terry to wear either a Santa suit or an elf costume and have him tending to a needy reindeer. There was so much to pack in before Christmas came.