THE PERFECT PAIR

Jockstraps: Let Liam Loose

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Job interviews were always stressful. To put it mildly, it was like being thrown into a talent competition where you were paraded in front of people who wore smiling masks, gave warm handshakes and offered pleasant comments all to hide their scathing remarks and true opinions. Government jobs were no different.

Liam Stockton never thought any government agency would be interested in the small, sleepy town of Gauymore, Utah but here the young wolf was, sitting in an office that he had never even seen before in the town. With no more than 500 residents, that was saying something. All the walls were made of concrete; drab, grey and so Spartan that he was left with no doubt this was a government facility. The American Flag was the only thing that broke up the monotony and it was placed right above the door which he currently faced. Seated behind a cold, metal table in a highly uncomfortable chair, the 5'6'' wolf found himself constantly shuffling not only because he was incredibly nervous but also because there was a constant chill in the air that made feel like they were trying to freeze him.

Already, the hair gel that he had used to slick back his blonde hair as much as possible was starting to wear off. It had to be a mixture of his sweat soaking into his hair and the chill in this refrigerator of an interview room. A quick glance at his reflection in the reflective surface of the table and he brushed aside a strand of hair that had started to come loose. Living in a backwater town that wasn't even on a major highway meant that he had gotten used to letting his appearance go a little. That led to a little bit of a paunch in his stomach from snacking a lot, a slump in his posture from having played games too much and his hair being a little frayed. The little hole in his left ear from where he had it pierced was glaringly obvious now that his hair wasn't covering it.

He sincerely hoped these government-types wouldn't call him on it.

At long last, the door to the room opened. His spine let out some rather uncomfortable pops as he straightened and rose to his feet. A good thing too as his heart immediately sank to his feet as two huge felines entered. They were so big and brimming with so much muscle that they had to enter the room one shoulder at a time and duck under the top of the door frame. Their sheer size and musculature was _so_immense that they looked about ready to burst from their clothes at a moment's notice. Every crease and wrinkle on their suits were because of their bulging muscles and intimidating physiques. Both were dressed in suits, one a deep navy and the other a black. Very clean-pressed government-type complete with ties and ID badges. Despite this, they strode into room with a casual air. Completely in control and at ease. They held all the leverage, the predators cornering prey that had no escape.

Just what have I gotten myself into? Liam wondered.

In the face of such titanic men, he tried to keep his tail from sliding between his legs but found it incredibly difficult.

"Good morning, Mr..." One of the tigers, seemingly the older of the two, glanced at the tablet he was holding. The voice that came out of his thick neck was like thunder. "... Stockton."

Forcing an easy grin, Liam held out his paw before he realized he was just offering this beast an opportunity to crush his poor fingers. "Please, just call me Liam."

"Informal and friendly," observed the tiger, without taking his paw. Liam's heart stopped beating for a second. Then the feline gave him a toothy smile, revealing a single golden fang. "I like that." The huge paw that wrapped around his was surprisingly soft and light. The shake was similarly gentle. Surprising considering it was coming from an enormous beast. "My name is Bentley Hawkson." With his other massive paw, he gestured towards the other feline. "This is my partner and son, Dominic Hawkson."

Liam, surprised at the introduction, offered his paw to the other tiger. "Hi. Pleased to meet you."

Dominic nodded at him, seemingly just as nervous as he was already breaking out into a sweat. They shook paws as Dominic forced a rather uneasy smile. "H - H - hey. Welcome to the Department of Socio-Political Economic Reform and Maintenance."

He had never heard of this branch of the government before and he had to admit, he kind of understood why. Though they advertised themselves as the Department of 'SERM', he couldn't help but keep mentally giggle at the idea that the real acronym for this organization was 'SPERM'. But he didn't want to laugh at what could potentially be his new job. If need be, he would wear the badge of SPERM proudly on his chest.

That sounded better in my head.

"Thanks," he said, surprised that Dominic Hawkson' grip was similarly as light as his father's. As one, they sat down and the senior Hawkson began scrolling through his tablet, keeping Liam in the dark on what he was viewing.

"Why don't we start off by you telling us a little about yourself?" offered Bentley.

After he had learned that he had gotten an interview - just last night - he had gone through all his interview skills training from all those pre-graduation classes he had taken just before he had left California. This was a question he had prepared for.

"Well, my name is Liam Stockton as you know," he said with an easy laugh. "I'm 22 years old. Grew up right here in Gauymore but moved to California where I got a Bachelor's in Liberal Arts from the University of California. Moved back here after college to spend time with my dad and his brother. My uncle works the only garage in town. If you need to fix up your black vans, I can hook you up."

"I don't drive a black van," Bentley stated. A pit began forming in Liam's stomach. "I actually drive a red convertible. Audi."

"Oh... Uh... Neat." Momentarily derailed, Liam took a second to recollect his thoughts before continuing his spiel. "My dad is basically the town's only lawyer and I've picked up a lot about law enforcement from him. I've actually being thinking about joining the sheriff's office but then you guys came along and I thought what would be better than working for the small-town police force than working for the government, right?"

He smiled towards Bentley who returned a brief smile before returning to look at his tablet. Clearly a professional. Some backwoods Americana charm wouldn't work on him. So he turned towards the son. Dominic looked like he was just as nervous as Liam felt. The tiger with a little black circle beneath his left eye - like a mole - was constantly fidgeting, drumming his fingers against the metal desk. Sweat was dripping from the massive male's brow, soaking into his fur. He wasn't exhausted or weary. His whiskers were erect and alert and his pupils were contracted into slits though he wasn't looking at Liam. In fact, his eyes seemed to be directed anywhere _but_Liam.

"We actually don't do any law enforcement," said Bentley Hawkson calmly. The Department of Socio-Political Economic Reform and Maintenance is..." The elder Hawkson let out a snort and shook his head. "Let's just dispense with the pretenses here. We're SPERM. But we take our job _very_seriously."

Taken aback by the admission, Liam could only not vigorously. "Yes, sir. I fully understand. I take this position and interview very seriously."

"Good to hear." Bentley set down the tablet, swiping a finger across its screen and immediately setting it to a neutral white. "So allow us to be frank with the job description and the office. Do you know what position you're applying for?"

Liam nodded quickly. One of tips his professors had given him was to be very familiar with the job description when going into an interview; both what was stated and what was left unsaid. Nothing worse than applying for a job only to realize that you hadn't read something and have the interviewer call you out on it.

"It's in public relations. I understand you guys want to start a presence here in Gauymore and modernize the town. You'd like to hire some locals to help bridge the gap between the government agencies back in Washington and the locals here."

Bentley smiled softly. "Very astute, Mr. Stockton. That is exactly what we wanted though the job description phrased it as 'opening relations' with the local population of our new regional headquarters."

They picked Gauymore as their 'regional headquarters'? Why?

"We see you have questions," said the calm tiger, his soft brown eyes shining. "Feel free to ask them."

There was a very obvious question that had to be asked but if there was another thing he learned from his pre-graduation courses, it was to subvert expectations and surprise his interviewers. If you made an impression, made yourself more memorable, it was more likely you'd be hired. Though there were only five hundred people in Gauymore, there were still a lot of people who would go for a cushiony government job.

"Is your son okay?" he asked, nodding his head towards Dominic. "He seems a little... distracted?"

"Huh?" Dominic stammered, jerking towards them, ears perked. "Sorry. We were... uhm... I was..."

Bentley chuckled softly. "Apologies. Dominic is a fairly new recruit and is still adjusting to his role."

Dominic ducked his head, blushing a little. 'Y - Yeah... Sorry." He hiked a thumb towards the corner. "Hey, you don't mind if we just do some exercises while you two continue with the interview, do you?"

The senior interviewer, calm and posed as ever, gestured towards Liam. "It's up to Mr. Stockton."

Is this a test? To see how well I handle people or odd requests?

"Sure," he said with a smile. "Whatever makes you comfortable."

The younger of the two tigers let out a sigh of relief. "Thanks man. We appreciate it." The tiger then got up and practically skipped towards the corner of the room. Setting himself on the floor, the feline began executing some perfect push-ups, trying to keep as quiet as possible though emitting a few soft grunts with every repetition.

"We suspect you're wondering what exactly SPERM does and why we would pick Gauymore as a place to set up our headquarters," Bentley said, continuing the interview.

"I'll admit to a mild curiosity," Liam answered, trying to act cool. The balance of power was slowly shifting towards him. He could feel it. "And for the record, it's pronounced 'Gah-oh-more'."

The tiger returned a calm smile. "Ah, of course. We've only ever seen it written and always assumed it was 'Gay-more' or 'Guy-more'."

"We get that a lot."

They didn't really. No one ever came to Gauymore, Utah.

Bentley offered a little smile as he folded his large paws together, the muscles in his forearms bunching with the gesture yet his suit somehow maintaining its fit firmly over his body. "Calling this place a 'regional headquarters' is a bit of a stretch. SPERM is opening several operational centers all over the US to meet its goals; a mandate passed down from Washington itself. Congress and the President have signed off on it." The massively muscular agent lifted a paw. "Now we're not at liberty to discuss what this mandate is until you agree to it but suffice to say that it comes with full health benefits, a very healthy paycheck and housing."

"Housing?" Liam repeated in surprise.

He received a massive shrug of those huge shoulders. "Our operations might be considered controversial for some and we certainly wouldn't want the media to blow this out of proportion. At least not yet. Agreement to the contract will actually require you to move into a secure housing complex. At least temporarily until the later phases of the project. You've seen the campus grounds behind this very building?"

The 'campus' was actually an old high school that had been abandoned in the early 80's after the population of Gauymore just could not justify a second high school. There was talk of converting it into a college but no one wanted to take tertiary education here of all places. If the youth of the day didn't go off to study elsewhere, they just didn't go to college at all. Which was a little sad. Liam considered college one of the most enlightening moments of his life.

"I was wondering why you guys fenced off the whole place," he admitted casually. "So we'll be living there?"

"Correct. The facilities have been updated and modernized. Our architects suggested keeping the old facade for the purposes of making it more welcoming to the locals of Gauymore."

"Smart." Liam instantly regretted making the comment. Coming off as far too cocky was not what he wanted. His lecturers always told him to think beyond the interview. If he put on a mask and pretended he was someone he wasn't, even if he got the job, he would have to maintain that persona or risk people thinking he wasn't who he claimed to be and potentially get fired.

Need to change the subject, quick!

His eyes briefly flicked over to Dominic who must have been at his hundredth push up. The grunts were getting louder and there was so much sweat dripping off the tiger that it was like watching a salty waterfall run down that pale orange and black striped fur, sliding across what little he could see of those taut muscles and soaking into his suit. How that suit even managed to maintain its integrity while blood was being pumped into those muscles was a mystery.

"So what can you tell me about what you guys are doing?" he asked, diverting his gaze back to Bentley.

"As the job description said, we here at SPERM are trying to modernize and uplift small towns like Gauymore. America has countless small towns like this scattered all over the country that do not benefit from all the facilities that bigger cities do." Bentley chuckled and tapped the screen of his tablet. "Can't believe this place is just on 3G internet."

"And only in select places too," added Liam. "When I came back from California, I couldn't believe just how slow the internet was!"

"Precisely. We aim to bring such basic amenities to traditionally forgotten townships while maintaining their unique traditions and histories through socio-political and economic reforms."

His interest piqued, Liam said, "How?"

Bentley shook his head, holding up a paw. "Sorry. Can't tell you that."

Off in the corner, Dominic had switched to sit-ups.

Seriously, how is that suit still on him!?

"So let's talk benefits and pay," Bentley began, tapping on his tablet again. He switched the tablet over and pushed it across the table. "This is our starting salary."

Given that he had effectively been unemployed for over twelve months and lived in a town where the only job he could get that was even mildly interesting was as a clerk in his dad's office, he would settle for anything. Seeing the number on screen had Liam's eyes boggle and his throat immediately go dry. This being America, he didn't want to seem too eager but upon seeing that all those zeros and the commas, he couldn't keep his composure and let his jaw drop open in surprise.

"Wow... That's... That's a big package."

"It sure is," snickered Bentley. The moment of immaturity surprised Liam and he glanced up from the tablet towards his interviewer. The tiger's face immediately went back to being calm and professional. "Apart from housing, we will naturally offer you basics such as water, electricity, a stable high-end internet connection..." He added a wink. "... and of course your selection of meals in the cafeteria designed to promote health and physical fitness. Naturally there will be doctors on-site that you will have full access to. The only caveat is that you must maintain a monthly schedule of check-ups with our dentists, physicians and therapists."

"Therapists?"

"Our line of work has us dealing with a lot of different people and can lead to interesting reactions. This can be a strain and we want to ensure that our agents are at their best both physically..." Bentley lifted an arm, flexing his bicep. The muscle was big enough to swallow Liam's head. Then, as easily as he produced the mound, he relaxed it as he turned his paw towards his forehead and pointed at his temple. "... and mentally."

Is... Is he flirting with me?

He had to admit, there was something attractive about the man. Liam was straight but he could appreciate just how handsome this feline was. That strong, square jaw followed by the charmingly casual mop of curly, brown hair sitting between his rounded ears with just the faintest flecks of grey was disarmingly striking. There was something about how his brown eyes twinkled that made Liam think the tiger was regarding him more than just a potential employee; like he was the most important guy in the whole world at that given moment.

"As you can imagine," Bentley continued, lowering his arm. "Due to the secrecy of our organization and operation, we cannot allow you to divulge your job or your day-to-day with your relatives and friends. It will all be part of the non-disclosure agreement."

"Of course," Liam said, giving a sagely nod. The loud grunt in the corner caught his attention. Dominic had moved on to doing squats now.

"You will naturally be entitled to four weeks leave per year with two personal days and two weeks of sick leave," continued Bentley. "We do recommend that you take leave in pairs or in groups as you can imagine, our agents do attract quite a bit of attention and, historically speaking, when one of us wanders around alone, questions get asked."

Liam tilted his head in curiosity. "I... I don't quite understand, sir. What do you mean by that?"

Bentley grinned and lifted both his arms, flexing before him and showing off that immense slope of his flanks as they formed a V-shape towards his hips. How his suit jacket managed to remain buttoned with those silvery fasteners flying off and hitting Liam's nose was a mystery. "Guys our size attract a lot of attention. If it isn't ogling or the occasional sneaky selfie, it's questions about how big we've gotten or our workout routine. However, when we're in groups, while we do attract more attention, it leads to people trying to _avoid_us. It's a little like how the markets work." He lowered his arms and lifted a finger. "A single product, rare and unique will naturally come off at a high price but inundate the market with similar products and suddenly, it's not so special."

"I... I guess I see that." Liam tilted his head in the other direction, his ears now swiveled forward. "But... Are you saying that _all_the guys that work here are as big as you? What about the receptionist?"

There was that predatory glint in his eyes again. "We cannot divulge more than letting you know that as part of the health benefits of this program, you will become very fit. More than you could have ever dreamed."

Oh... Oh wow. It sounds like they put you through some sort of physical training and diet that makes you huge.

Like the military.

Was this really the job for him? From all appearances, it sounded like a desk job or, at worst, a door-to-door salesman-like job. But this addition almost made it sound like he was joining some sort of military operation that expected a degree of mental discipline.

"With that in mind," the tall tiger began, "are you still interested in the job?"

Despite his doubts, this was still an excellent opportunity. It wasn't like he couldn't quit.

"Yes. Yes I am."

"Why don't we show him the campus, dad?" Dominic said, leaping to his feet and bouncing back towards the table, seemingly done with his workout.

Bentley grinned and slowly rose from his seat. "That's an excellent idea, Speedster."

"Speedster?" Liam repeated. "Rider"?

"We have nicknames for each other," Dominic answered with a shrug. "Dad is Rider."

Again, there was that strong military vibe that was making Liam doubt his viability or desire for this job. Trying to keep it casual, he said, "Do you... Do you... uh... get to pick your nicknames?"

"Not really. It sort of gets assigned to you."

Bentley turned towards the door, swiping his tablet from the table. "Why don't you two get better acquainted? I shall go to get a temporary pass for Mr. Stockton." Then the tiger left, once again having to exit through the door one shoulder at a time due to his sheer bulk.

"Your dad really is huge," Liam commented. "Do you guys really get that big?"

"Trust us," laughed Dominic, making a slicing motion through the air, "that's just one of the benefits for working with SPERM. They give you good food, all the latest equipment and it's a lot of fun too!"

The tiger's cheery attitude was rather soothing. He didn't look much older than Liam and if someone his age could consider working for the government 'fun' then surely it was actually a pleasant work environment. "Fun? What makes your work fun?"

Dominic shrugged those massive shoulder at him. "Can't tell you much until you sign the contract and NDA but we do a lot of research about how to make us more approachable and how to make modernizing places like this town more acceptable to the locals. Like we look into local cuisines, try to replicate them, go to hot spots, tourist attractions, learn about local customs and all that stuff. We try and learn as much as we can. We're all meant to be one nation and all but you'd honestly be surprised just how diverse every little town is. Every state has it's own culture and within each state are different towns that's got their own attitudes! It's honestly fun travelling around and learning about all this stuff!"

That did sound like an amazing opportunity. Travel was definitely on Liam's list of preferred benefits. "I didn't know you get to travel."

"Yeah. You pretty much get to pick your assignment. We chose here because it was new."

A light blush touched Liam's coppery red fur. "I hope you don't get bored. Gauymore really isn't that interesting." He reached behind his head and rubbed his neck in embarrassment. "I'm going to admit that I felt a little... disappointed when I came back here from California. There was so_much diversity and new experiences there and when I came back here, I realized just how _little Gauymore had to offer."

"We know. That's why we picked you for the interview."

He jerked back in surprise and regarded the tiger's shining eyes. The left one was brown and the right was green. "Come again?"

"You have a unique perspective, Liam," continued Dominic. "You left Gauymore and then came back. You've seen what it is like on the outside world. You can be the bridge that we need between SPERM and Gauymore because you were born here and can tell how people will react to how we do things and our projects. That's why we want to hire you." Then Dominic straightened, a coy smirk touching his lips and one black eyebrow rising. "Well... one of the things."

Liam felt like he was the prey again. "Uh... Ignoring that for the second. What do you mean_you_ picked me? Are you saying you're the one that suggested I get this interview?"

"Yep. Like Dad said. We're partners in this. We get an equal say."

That was certainly something different. Father and son working together for the government. One would think there'd be some level of competitiveness or dominance between the two as father attempted to ensure his son didn't overtake him too soon.

"Cool. I guess that's refreshing."

Dominic leaned forward, one of his big fingers reaching out and gently brushing against Liam's cheek. The sudden intimacy and contact caught the young wolf off guard. "What's really refreshing is just how cute you are when you blush."

Liam gulped loudly. He wasn't sure what was happening or when Dominic started to turn on the charm but he found himself paralyzed by the tiger's flirtations. Part of him was screaming how this was incredibly unorthodox and that he shouldn't act on it. Hell, that same part was screaming for him to report this to the authorities. The other part, however, was tempted about the job and he didn't want to ruin his chances by saying something to Dominic who had been the one to express interest in him.

Maybe I can just avoid threatening him with a lawsuit.

"Uh... This is kind of inappropriate, don't you think?"

"If you want to talk about 'inappropriate', you should talk about how you were staring at me while we were working out."

That's because you were working out_during an interview!? Who does that!?_

"I... I would rather not get caught..." he mumbled shakily.

"Trust me. No one will catch us. The office is all the way across campus and Dad will take fifteen minutes to get the pass and another ten to get back here. We got about half-an-hour." Dominic slowly rose and Liam immediately pushed himself away from the table, the legs of the chair grinding across the concrete floor loudly. The tiger straightened and tilted his head coyly to the side. "Oh. I see."

Liam was starting to panic. Did he just blow his chances?

Oh no... What have I done?

The huge tiger straightened, standing to his full height that had to be close to seven feet tall. "Alright. I understand that you're uncomfortable. I'm not going to press the issue."

Some part of Liam sighed in relief but a small, infinitely minuscule part whimpered in disappointment.

"But we've still got about twenty-five minutes before my dad gets back," Dominic said with a shrug. "So, if you don't mind, we're just going to do a few more reps to pass the time."

Oh no...

"Uh..."

Before he could even respond, Dominic was resting himself horizontally against the table, legs stretched out in front of him and hanging over the edge. Liam lifted his paws into the air, tail fluffed out and fur on end; every inch of him trying to keep away from the clearly horny tiger as much as possible. Legs pressed together, Dominic 'Speedster' Hawkson began lifting his legs towards himself, making sure to keep a wide arc with his feet. Those huge, meaty thighs showed surprising flexibility as they moved to become perfectly perpendicular against his flat body. A well-executed reverse crunch.

Liam could not help but follow the perfect curves of those thighs and how the tree-trunks lead towards a knee before flaring out again into heart-shaped calves. The formal shoes somehow managed to contain the enormous feet that those calves were connected to. The soft inhale from the tiger as he brought his legs back down brought his attention to the tauntingly hidden chest muscles as they expanded, the mounds of his pectorals perfectly outlined against the white shirt and divided by that black tie that was seemingly sandwiched between his pectorals. He slowly let out that breath again as he brought his legs up once more towards his chest.

The mesmerizing display stirred a desire to touch those muscles. It was like a child's inner curiosity had been sparked inside him. He was watching a well-oiled machine as it worked and now he wanted to know how it worked. As Dominic brought his legs up once more, his tail slackened, his hackles relaxed. With another inhale, Dominic brought his legs back down.

Why is he inhaling while he's relaxing his muscles? Shouldn't it be the other way around?

That curiosity brought his paws down although they briefly inched towards Dominic's chest. He immediately recoiled like a skittish deer when Dominic lifted his arms over his head, clutching the rims of the table.

The tiger winked at him. "Got to keep myself stable."

"Uh-huh," was all he could manage.

Another rep and like a crank, as those legs bent, Liam found himself gravitating towards the tiger. Every rep was pulling at an invisible rope, tugging at him and drawing him closer and closer. Before he knew what was happening, Liam was on his feet, standing over the hulking tiger with his paws quivering and hovering over the big feline's chest.

"Go on," cooed Dominic. "Touch 'em."

Liam's shaking paws fell towards the tiger's broad, muscled chest. Then Dominic bounced his pectorals and he immediately pulled his paws back. The youthful and musically charming laugh from the striped government agent eased the coppery red wolf and he rested his paw against on the pectorals. Once more, they bounced and but this time, he didn't pull away. He felt how the hot, taut muscles moved beneath his fingers. It was as if the clothes weren't even there and he could feel every striation along the broad mountains.

As Dominic brought up his legs once more, Liam's eyes were drawn towards the tiger's abdominals and he couldn't help but wonder how they contracted with the rep.

"C - Can I...?" he began.

"Go ahead, stud."

Slowly, he unbuttoned the tiger's suit jacket, letting the two flaps fall aside. The white shirt and the singlet beneath frustratingly hid the flesh and fur beneath but that barely mattered. The muscles there were so big that they clearly formed defined lines against the fabric. Like large, orange nuggets of gold, Liam was drawn to run his paws over the peaks of Dominic's pectorals and send them gliding along the rigid abdominals. His throat went dry especially when Dominic once again lowered his legs with an inhale, the muscles beneath his fingers inflating and stretching with the gesture. As those legs came back up, he felt them bunch up, compressing and nearly threatening to crush his paws between their hard, diamond-like cubes.

He ran his paws back and forth over the solid block of feline muscle only to come to a stop when he realized there was a _ninth_lump that was begging for attention.

"Take off your pants."

He started in surprise, green eyes wide. "Wh - What?" he stammered, regarding his interviewer.

"You heard me," Dominic said with a sly grin. "We can tell you're hard under there." He glanced quickly towards Liam's grey, wrinkled slacks that were doing a poor job holding back the wolf's erection. "Take them off."

Was this a joke? A test? Was the Department of SPERM purposefully tempting him with a scenario that would get him into some serious trouble?

I'm straight! I'd never fuck a guy!

Yet, as he thought this, the contact with the hot muscles beneath his fingers and the sight of the legs lifted into the air, began coalescing in his mind.

He's not hot! Just a tiger! Just a tiger!

But Dominic Hawkson was hot. Very hot.

Okay... He's hot but... But I'm not going to jack off in front of him! That's... that's gay!

Dominic took a breath, once again lowering his legs. The movement brought Liam's eyes back towards the tiger's crotch.

Staring at a guy's cock is gay!

So he immediately turned his gaze towards Dominic's legs instead. Big mistake. Those juicy thighs were pressing up against his suit pants like they were just another layer of skin. Every curve, every muscle and every vein was perfectly accentuated. It all stirred something primal in him.

God.. He's just so... so big!

And he wondered just how 'big' the rest of him was.

No! No! I can't do that! I'll lose out on this job!

It was a test. It had to be.

If he whipped out his dick and began jerking off, he'd get thrown out on his ass without a job. If he didn't, he might _still_lose out on the job because Dominic was the one that hired him. There was a slim chance this was all a test and that if he refused, Dominic would just get up and say that he passed and move on. But then he wouldn't have gotten his rocks off.

And I so_want to cum._

"Let me give you a little incentive," Dominic said. The enormous tiger let go of the table, his big arms slowly moving towards his crotch where he expertly undid his belt. Liam found himself ghosting the movements, his own paws following along as he unfastened the buckle of his belt. Dominic peeled off his pants like he was pulling down a layer of plastic wrap wound tightly around a slab of meat. A black jockstrap was revealed beneath the slacks, tented by the feline's engorged member but strangely leaving no gaps between where the soft white fur met the black fabric. The name 'Speedster' was emblazoned on the elastic rim of the underwear in bright red letters.

The moment he set eyes on that jockstrap and how it was straining against the monster cock, Liam's pants hit the floor hard. His briefs went down with them, revealing his modest five and half inch lupine dick, just as red as the letters on Dominic's jockstrap, fully erect and oozing with his desires.

"Yeeees!" grinned the tiger. "Come on man! Stroke that cock."

Unable to help himself, Liam gripped his cock in one paw, stroking the painfully erect dick in tandem with every rep that Dominic performed. The tiger didn't tire even though his thighs kept getting more and more pumped with every lift. The veins all over his quads were popping up against his striped orange and black flesh. For the sake of convenience, Dominic shucked off his black, formal shoes and let his pants slide off, revealing a broad pair of feet hidden by grey socks. As he lifted those legs once more, his calves came into full view, each one perfectly defined with a sharp cut running down the middle to clearly show where one muscle ended and where the other began.

Liam couldn't help himself; he had to touch those muscles and feel them as they moved.

Though his paws were still shaking, he managed to reset one on the thigh of the massive tiger. His cock spasmed in excitement, shooting a string of clear fluids against Dominic's jockstrap as that thigh came back up once more. So preoccupied by the sight of those huge muscles coming so close to his nose, Liam didn't notice when his precum was absorbed hungrily by the jockstrap, vanishing into the black fabric and leaving it dry. Dominic's eyelids fluttered briefly, tongue snaking out briefly to lick his lips.

The shaking in the young wolf's paws stopped. The solidity and firmness of the quads left no room for trepidation and seemed to absorb his doubt into their steel-like forms. His fingers traced the veins curling up the large frames, his muzzle dripping with saliva just as his cock was oozing with precum. The massive legs had a gravitational field of their own and he was drawn towards them, unable to resist how those muscles seemed perpetually flexed even as Dominic lowered his legs into a relaxed position.

When those legs came back up, Liam followed the gesture by drawing his paw up towards the edge of his dick. His tongue snaked out from between his lips, leaning forward as those calves rose up towards him. A saltiness touched his tongue followed by the warmth of those vascular calves. All too soon, that leg peeled away from him. Mesmerized by the momentum, he pulled his paw back down towards the base of his cock, his knot already flared up and sending a jolt of pleasure throughout his body as his pinkie pushed against it. Dominic brought up his leg again, the gaps between reps getting shorter. Liam kissed that calf the second it came within range, his eyelids fluttering and another jet of precum shooting straight towards Dominic's black jockstrap.

The leg peeled away but came back a second later and with the gesture, Liam did another lap from the base of his cock to the tip. Up and down with every rep, faster and faster. Every inch of his body became more secure in what it wanted. The quivering of his lips faded, and he more confidently pressed his lips against the calf, the moment it came within reach. His other paw went from caressing the muscles beneath his fingers squeezing the taut muscles. That confidence, that heat, that energy flowed from Dominic's flexing muscles and seeped into him, filling him and hardening him just as every muscle in the tiger's body grew hard with each repetition.

That confidence crawled up Dominic's huge thigh and into his fingers. They filled his bones, his flesh, his muscles, pooling towards his palms giving him a itching sensation. He was thus compelled to rub his paw more against the orange fur to get rid of the feeling only for more of that power to flow into him. When Dominic next lifted his leg and his lips pressed up against the calf, that same tingling sensation travelled from the heart-shaped muscle, down his lips, across his tongue and made a beeline for his brain. There was a brief instant of panic before the fervor hit his brain. The worry and fear was instantly replaced with a numbing thought leaving him satisfied with the repetition and monotony of the exercise.

That acceptance triggered something within him and that tingling spread rapidly throughout his body. A moan left his lips as Dominic's leg peeled away. Thick, bluish veins crawled up from the palm pressed up against the tiger's thigh, snaking up his fingers with a sound akin to stretching elastic. He instinctively squeezed down on the tiger's muscles only for his paw to immediately stretch his fingers out again, each digit about half an inch longer than they were just a moment ago.

"Oooh..." he moaned, looking down at his paw through half-closed eyes. "What's... What's happening to me...?"

Some part of him screamed that he should be panicking, freaking out but that same tingling sensation in his brain absorbed all that, set it aside as 'irrational' and just filled him with a sense of wonder and contentment. Though his eyes were still fixed on his paw, the rest of his body was moving automatically Dominic lifted his legs for another rep and Liam went for a full-on lick of the plump calf. He watched in wonder as the veins faded back into his coppery fur but began crawling up his upper arms. The scrawny limb was hidden by his grey suit jacket but he could feel the tingling fill his muscles and bones. Wonderment filled him his wrists began emerging from the sleeves. The jacket was loaned to him by his portly father so it was a little bit larger than him yet he started to feel his forearms fill out the sleeves. The prickling sensation moved up towards his upper arm where his biceps just began to form a vague outline against the jacket.

Dominic began pumping his legs faster, his deep resounding grunts growing louder with each progressing rep. Precum was shooting out of Liam's cock like an open hydrant. Each blast was mysteriously accurate and splattered on or near Dominic's jockstrap. The black fabric hungrily absorbed the bodily fluid and those droplets that went astray were strangely pulled towards the garment.

Liam was forced to roll his shoulders a little while they pushed further away from his neck, stretching the suit's buttoned front slightly. A bone popped somewhere in there and he was flooded with a sense of relief. It might as well have been a damn breaking as the alien yet welcome sensation immediately flooded towards the rest of his body. Carried by his steadily beating heart, the tickling of growth spread across his chest, leaving him moaning and rolling his head right into another one of Dominic's calves. He lapped up at the tiger's calves hungrily, worshiping the enormous muscle even as his flat chest broadened to drop his moans a tone or two. The paunch of his belly was sucked away by the encroaching veins, that mass being pushed into his other paw which happily stroked his member with urgency. The veins snaked up beneath his suit and shirt, moving to his back where they tightened the muscles there and pushed the suit's fabrics to their limit without breaking them completely.

"Hurf! Urgh! Ah!" grunted Dominic, now lifting his legs at least two times per second, his lower abdominals crunching. Liam was subconsciously moaning with the rhythm, joining his voice to the chorus. Their vocalizations were complimented by the sound of the metal table groaning beneath Dominic's weight and Liam's cock splashing more and more precum in increasing thickness on the tiger's jockstrap.

Some intelligent force must have been controlling the growth as it added just an inch and a half to his overall height. Enough so that the large, grey jacket's hems hung comfortably against his waistline instead of stretching beyond his thighs and his shirt no longer had to be tucked and folded into his pants to keep them from flailing about. His toes curled in pleasure and slight discomfort as they were forced to push up against his shoes. The pants that hung around his ankles would no longer fit him with their rims hanging about half an inch away from the topline of his shoe. They would hang uncomfortably around his thighs as a newly defined vein would permanently run from his groin and across the broad mountain of his quads. The garment wouldn't fall too far down, though, as his once skinny, almost twig-like calves, inflated, the flared sides of the muscle moving up more towards his knees than hanging sadly midway.

"Yeah!" panted Dominic. "Yeah! Yeah! Oh yeah!"

His balls jostled in ecstasy with the touch of the tingle. Dominic's reps grew faster and faster still, now executing a rep at least three times per second. The pace only accentuated Liam's arousal and he felt his balls tightening up against the base of his cock. Orgasm was a few more reps away, however, as the growth and veins seeped into his testicles, pushing them to grow a little bigger to fill out his briefs with an obscene bulge. With that, their storage capacity grew. The veins crawled up from his sack up the length of his cock, following the feverish pace of his stroking to the tip. They pulled his cock out another inch, giving him a modest six and a half member. Unsatisfied, they remained engorged, pumping more mass and blood into the dick and letting it plump out to force Liam's fingers apart, leaving him incapable of fully clutching his cock on a single paw.

"Oh yeeeeah!" Dominic cried, practically throwing his legs back into one final repetition. For the briefest of moments, the irises of his mismatched eyes flashed a bright red, an inky blackness creeping into the whites of his eyes and engulfing them.

Liam let out a ragged gasp, like a machine gun rattling off its bullets. His cum erupted from his newly resized balls, speeding out of his vascular, red dick and came shooting in a single arc straight towards Dominic's jockstrap. The beads of white ooze, pearly droplets of rain raced splashed onto the black garment while Liam wrapped his lips completely around Dominic's calf, clamping on tight but not sinking his fangs in. His eyes were squeezed shut, using the firm muscle to hold himself firm and like he was bracing himself against the quakes that originated from his lower body. Though his legs gave out from the pleasure, he held on doggedly as a second blast of his seed coated Dominic's jockstrap.

The young wolf let out a gasp, pulling his muzzle away from the tiger's calf and letting it go. Dominic's huge leg sank back down towards the ground, mirroring Liam's descent as his knees gave out and he slumped back onto his seat, cock still erect but balls spent. A daze hung around the lupine's eyes, that prickling sensation in the back of his brain eased his doubts and worries, burning them away and leaving him with the warm, comfort and confidence of afterglow. Though his eyes were firmly fixed on the tiger's very erect dick hidden by that jockstrap and he was very clearly watching his cum being hungrily absorbed by the pair of underwear, he didn't register it... or perhaps he didn't care.

Why would I care? That was amazing.

The door to the interview room sprang open and Bentley Hawkson returned. That broke Liam out of his stupor and he realized that he was suddenly sitting half-naked in front of his primary interviewer's son! In fact, since Dominic was wearing a jockstrap - and jockstraps didn't have protection from 'rear access' - conclusions could be made.

"Uh... M - M - Mr. Hawkson," he stammered, his brain still trying to shake off the afterglow and fighting the haze that kept clouding his mind. "Th - This isn't what it looks like!"

"Isn't it?" Bentley asked, his lips a straight line and one eyebrows raised. "Please don't tell me you fucked our son."

"N - N - No! Not at all!" Liam cried, holding up his paws. "I... I just..."

Dominic straightened from where he was seated, his eyes mysteriously back to their normal colors. "He just jacked off, Dad. Came on my jockstrap. All according to protocol."

Bentley smiled. "Good." Then he checked the rather expensive watch sitting on his wrist. "Twenty minutes. Good job, Speedster. Got to be a new record. True to your name."

"We try," Dominic answered with a proud shrug. He jumped off the table and began pulling his pants back up.

Liam was utterly confused. "W - Wait... What's going on here? What did I miss?"

Bentley held out the pass he was holding alongside his tablet. "Why don't we talk while we walk. You might want to put your pants on, Mr. Stockston."

Blushing and utterly surprised he hadn't been kicked out, Liam brought up his pants only to find that half-inch of distance between the hem of and his shoes. As he buckled his belt, he also became aware of how much longer his arms appeared to be and that his feet were aching in his shoes. Bentley Hawkson was suddenly in front of him, making him freeze in surprise. The tiger casually clipped the pass onto the breast pocket of his suit while the other paw gently caressed the back of his head, thick fingers running through Liam's blonde hair.

"You're coming along really well, Liam."

There was an intense heat coming from Hawkson's crotch. Liam was too afraid to look down.

"I... I don't... understand..." he stammered.

Then, Bentley leaned forward, pressing his lips against Liam's. This was no innocent peck either. The tiger went all in, pushing his tongue into the wolf's muzzle and exploring while letting out soft moans between loud smacks of their lips colliding. Liam surprised himself when he was leaning into the kiss and sent his own exploratory expedition into the tiger's muzzle.

But... but I'm gay!

It took him all of a second to realize those thoughts were wrong and then another second to realize why it was wrong.

No! I mean, I'm straight! I'm not gay!

By then, Bentley had pulled his lips away, smirking confidently to himself. "Sorry. Just had to get a taste before you proceeded to the next stage."

Somehow, physical contact with Bentley filled him with the same confidence that he had received from Dominic and his stutter vanished. "What are you talking about?"

One arm wrapped around his shoulder, Bentley led him towards the door while Dominic was just a few paces away. "The project the Department is undertaking is a rather complicated one. The US government realized that overpopulation is a very serious matter." Before Liam could protest about how the US had lots of space, Bentley lifted a finger to silence him. "Normally, by the time a country decides it's overpopulated, it's already too late and it's not like you can just purge people. The population is expected to reach 10 billion within the next thirty years and there simply aren't enough resources to feed all those mouths let alone enough jobs to keep people productive."

They left the grey, drab room, passing the incredibly busty and admittedly beautiful elk receptionist as they did so. Liam recalled trying desperately to hide a boner as he waited for his interview to commence while she went about her work. Blonde, blue-eyed and with such a hefty rack that he could get lost in their valleys. Strangely, the moment he glanced at her, he felt... nothing. But when he turned back towards Bentley, his cheeks brushing against the big tiger's huge biceps, the back of his neck resting in the crook of the striped feline's elbow, his cock was immediately at attention.

"There were other concerns from the government," continued Bentley as they headed out of the 'welcome center'. The tiger immediately turned towards the campus. The large, white, three-storey building looked quite modern. Not too long ago, it had been covered in graffiti, windows were smashed and bird shit was everywhere. Now it was clean, had a futuristic look to it and the American flag fluttered proudly at the top of its tallest tower.

"Unemployment may be down but that only meant that there were jobs that were unfilled and there were people unwilling to fill them," continued Bentley. "So, in an attempt to address both of these problems, the government authorized an enormous social engineering project that involved highly experimental techniques. Researchers at the Department alongside its sister organization, the Office of Virtuous Unity and Maintenance, developed a unique life form under the 'Perfect Pair Program'. It was subsequently called the 'P3 Symbiont."

Liam's brow furrowed, his eyebrows nearly touching as they crossed the vast grounds and gardens of the Department campus. There were multiple cars parked in the lot. None of them were the typical jet-black that one would expect from a government agency. There were sports cars, convertibles, family cars, sedans and even a really old bug. This didn't at all seem like your typical federal operations. His doubts were washed away by that itching in the back of his mind, telling him to listen to what Bentley had to say.

"The P3 Symbiont is a pre-programmed symbiotic creature that takes on an unassuming form. Its purpose is to alter the behaviors of its pairing symbiont while also maximizing the potential of their host and then _exceeding_those limits both physically and mentally. Tests identified that the hosts of the P3 Symbiont would be smarter, faster, stronger and more durable than any average person."

"Bigger too, right?" Liam prompted, eyeing the two hulking tigers.

"Right," Bentley answered, a sly smirk on his muzzle.

They passed into the atrium of the campus. A few agents dressed in suits passed them by, greeting the two tigers with a nod and waving at Liam as if he was just one of them. All of them were just as big or even bigger than the Hawksons.

"The P3 Symbiont changes certain behaviors and preferences of the host to align with the US government's objective of curbing the risk of overpopulation and ensuring that its citizenry contribute to society," Bentley lectured, leading him towards an elevator. "In exchange, its host is permanently bonded to said Symbiont and will be assigned to protect it. The Symbiont is incapable of higher thinking and could be likened to one of the many bacteria that lives inside our intestines that help break down food for digestion only its abilities are far more complex. After having successfully altered it host, the Symbiont only has one other objective."

Dominic leaned forward so that he was visible past his father's broad chest. "Reproduction."

Bentley nodded just as the elevator arrived. All three men entered. Liam no longer needed to be led inside and entered of his own accord, standing securely between the two tigers.

"How does this help the government?" he asked.

"Like this!" Dominic exclaimed. The big tiger reached past Liam, grabbed the back of his father's head and pulled their lips together in a very passionate, very sloppy kiss.

Holy shit... that's hot!

But it was incest.

But it's so hot!

Liam gulped loudly, his cock once again tenting against his pants. Bentley rolled his eyes and pulled away from his son, petting Dominic's cheek affectionately.

"It... It makes you gay?" stammered Liam.

"Totally," chuckled the younger of the Hawksons. "So fucking homo that you're shitting rainbows and bleeding cum." He winked seductively at Liam. "How do you stop overpopulation? Make people gay so they don't go around fucking and making babies!"

"Research has shown that accidental pregnancies especially amongst low-income households not only contribute to overall unemployment but loss of productivity," Bentley said. "In order to improve the quality of life for its citizenry, the US Government has decided that select populations would be designated as targets for either the Department or the Office. The Department turns all men gay while transforming them into hulking, masculine specimens like us..." Bentley lifted an arm and flexed. Liam couldn't help but reach out and run his paw over the big tiger's chest as a result, feeling just how tense the muscles there were even if the feline was flexing a bicep. "... while the Office would turn all the women into lesbians, accentuating their features. All through the P3 Symbiont."

"You have a symbiont?"

"Yes." Bentley leaned down, grinning while gently sticking out his tongue seductively and biting it lightly. "Care to guess where?"

Liam's eyes drifted down towards the tiger's crotch. "Your... underwear?"

The father tiger gently poked his nose. "Bingo." Straightening as the elevator let out a ding, Bentley said, "Each 'species' of P3 Symbiont has different characteristics and will mold their host into a specific type. For us, the 'jockstraps', we become very athletic, muscular but also quite clean cut. You'll always have a full set of hair, never have to worry about going bald and your body will be shaped into one that can fit into all sorts of physical activities from football, soccer, tennis..."

"Construction, factory working, law enforcement, mechanics and all sorts of traditionally 'blue collar' work," finished Dominic.

That was what SPERM was about. They were forcibly subverting genetics, education and even species to make complacent workers! All just to curb overpopulation, eliminate unemployment and increase productivity?

That's insane! That's... that's mind control! It's against the Constitution!

"You can quit, of course," said Bentley. "But no one ever does. We have way too much fun." He winked at his son. "You should know that workplace fraternization is wholly encouraged. Especially with our types."

"Your... types...?" Liam repeated slowly.

"Something else about us Jocks," Dominic chimed in as they entered a hallway. "We've got to keep active. Can't really sit still."

It seemed like where classes were once held. The sliding doors were still intact and there were windows beside each of the doors framed by curtains of different designs based on the occupant. Golden name plates were placed in front each of the doors denoting who lived within each room. One glance into said classroom revealed a bed, desk, entertainment system and so many more things that would make any individual comfortable. The classrooms had been turned into dormitories.

Liam recalled how Dominic had been working out during the interview. "Is that why... you... you had to workout while we were doing the interview?"

Bentley chuckled as they approached one of the dormitories. It had a golden nameplate with the name 'L. Stockton' on it. "Over time you get better at controlling the more... unique qualities that having a P3 Symbiont gives you. For instance, we learned a while back that being spit-roasted between two men tends to give you a nice reprieve from the need to be active." He waggled his eyebrows at his son. "Something my son hasn't quite gotten through his thick skull yet."

"The other thing," Dominic answered with a smirk, "is that you're mentally and physically linked to your P3 Symbiont and you instinctively refer to yourself in the plural because, really, you're speaking for two guys. You get kind of good at either avoiding a pronoun or switching to singular."

That was why they were constantly referring to themselves as 'we' or using 'our' when being possessive. Though he noticed that Bentley was far more adept at switching than his son. The thought was brushed aside, however, as his eyes were fixated on the name plate in front of him. Part of him was scared to see what exactly lay on the other side but at the same time, that tingling in the back of his head was excited.

"I'm... I'm infected, aren't I?" he stammered.

Bentley's lips twisted in a slight disgust. "I wouldn't say 'infected'. It's such a gross term. I'd say... 'integrated'. Right now, your P3 Symbiont is in its infant stages. I bet it's already starting to subvert some of your preconceptions, keeping your mind open and getting you aroused at the right things."

Right things? How dare he decide what's 'right' for me? I was straight and that was right!

But if felt right and good when he was touching Dominic like that. Hell, when he was licking those calves, tasting those muscles beneath his lips, he never felt more alive.

I guess... I don't want to be a bigot. I'm open minded. Just wish I had been given the choice.

"It's not too late to turn back, of course," Bentley said. "We did ask you if you wanted this job even if we didn't tell you everything it entailed. But I thought you'd want to experience everything that the program offers before you make your decision."

The large tiger swiped his card against a reader beside the door handle. With one big paw, he pushed open the door. Inside was a huge bed even bigger than a king-sized bed. Had to be if men as big as Bentley were going to sleep in it with two other guys or more. There was a cute little coffee table sitting on the side in the antique mahogany style that Liam liked. Though it was all one, big room, there was still a 'lounge' area where a large, leather couch sat alongside two bean bag chairs. An entertainment system complete with game consoles were perched on the wall beside a library movies. There was a desk on the side of the room right next to the bed. It was a corner desk as well. The PC rig looked rather powerful and had two monitors.

Just the way he liked it.

Awed, Liam stepped into the room, his shoes crunching against the soft, seafoam green carpets. His paw glided over the mahogany table. His eyes scanned the movie collection before settling on the bean bags.

"I love bean bag chairs..." he murmured.

"Because they remind you of your college dorm," Dominic supplied. "It was shitty but you just like how it reminds you of the freedom that California represented." The tiger happily bounded over to the stack of movies. "We've got all your favorites here too. Everything from _Pixar. Disney_classics and some old 90's movies. Got the latest gaming consoles as well and though your PC is fully capable of it, we just kept the basics on it because you're a console gamer."

"You... You've been spying on me?"

"Profiling," Bentley corrected, stepping into the room and shutting the door. "Before coming to Gauymore, we profiled each and every person that lived here, looking for ways to make them more comfortable with the upcoming changes and how to have them integrate into the program more readily." He placed a paw gently on Liam's shoulder. "We weren't lying when we said that we wanted you to be a bridge that helps connect the Department with the rest of Gauymore. You have an open mind and one that has a great frame of reference since you left Gauymore and came back." The tiger leaned down, his lips hovering just at the edges of Liam's ears, breath ticking the fur. "You are the key to Gauymore."

Liam bit his lower lip.

They want me to help them infect the rest of the town...

But 'infect' is just a gross word. 'Integrate' was the term Bentley used.

... Everyone still has the choice, right? I mean, even if I help them integrate the rest of Gauymore, not everyone_has to join the Department. They can quit._

Why would they want to quit, though? It felt so_good to jack off while feeling Dominic's incredible muscles. He was sure quite a few people would love to feel that good in this sleepy town forever. There would be so many who would be glad to have a decent _job.

"What... what happens if I say no...?" he moaned, arching his neck away from Bentley. That was a mistake, though, as Dominic was hovering on his other side. That caused his lips to mesh with the younger tiger's and his tongue instinctively sought out the feline's.

"Unless fully grown, the P3 Symbiont will die on its own after a few days," Bentley answered curtly. "Your body will naturally reject it like any other..." The tiger paused for a second. "... infection. After full integration, however, you would need special treatment to have it removed. Something OVUM provides." The big tigers paws slowly navigated towards Liam's crotch, his fingers gliding across the wolf's chest and caressing his stomach. "Just as we hold the key to freeing any women under the effects of P3 Symbiont that the OVUM create. The two organizations balance one another out but we aim to ensure that a select number of the population remain to be breeders. We want to stem overpopulation and increase productivity not confine our species of a slow, prolonged death of stagnation."

Liam was barely listening. Dominic was simply delicious. The contact with the other tiger sent his mind buzzing once more, his thoughts becoming clouded. The protests about constitutional freedoms, ethical ramifications and civil rights faded in the pleasant haze. A little like getting drunk. Somewhere, in the back of his mind, he likened it to being a college fratboy jock back in college and having one too many drinks. Now he was just horny and his inhibitions were shot.

"With all that," Bentley began, "are you sure you still want this job?"

He broke the kiss long enough to say, "Count me in."

"He's in!" Dominic exclaimed triumphantly as Liam dove for his lips again. This time, the tiger arched his neck so that Liam could lap at the feline's strong, corded neck. "That's it, man. Let loose!"

A soft growl left Liam's throat as he threw his arms completely around Dominic and began lapping at every exposed muscle he could touch with his lips. With a laugh, Dominic wrapped his huge arms around the smaller wolf and lifted him easily. Liam was carried the short distance into the bed where Dominic toppled into the soft, cloud-like mattress back first. Unable to contain himself, the young wolf pulled apart the clothes hugging the tiger's form, practically tearing the buttons aside. When he got to Dominic's shirt, it was like opening a treasure chest. He was almost blinded by the majesty and glory of those immense, chiseled pectorals with downward facing nipples and the rigid set of abdominals, freshly tense from the rapid, unrelenting set of reverse crunches.

Liam immediately pressed his muzzle against the massive pectorals, pushing his nose right between the cleft. The fresh contact with Dominic's flesh sent a warm feeling down his chest but strangely didn't intensify the buzz that was swirling about his head. He briefly caught sight of some movement behind him; clothes being thrown to the side. Then he felt the immense, warm body of Bentley Hawkson press up against his back, one paw cupping his waist and the other resting against the bed to stabilize himself.

"Every P3 species has a different kind of 'introducing' itself to a new host," crooned the much bigger tiger. Bentley gently nipped at his ear, making him moan. "For the Jocks, muscle worship and all its nuances is our forte." Bentley licked his inner ear, making him moan. "Go on, Liam. Run your paws over my son's pecs. Feel just how firm they are."

Shaking not out of fear but anticipation, Liam settled his paws against Dominic's chest. They were arm, firm and even with the softer white chest fur, he could feel just how big they were. It was like gripping onto two solid steel slats that were perfectly curved and gentle to the touch. Then Dominic bounced his pectorals. Liam let out a soft squeak.

Fuck that's hot.

Without further prompting, he reached down and held on tightly as Dominic tensed his chest muscles. The undulation sent a new wave of tingling through Liam's paws, sending it racing all the way up his arms, towards his chest where it split off into every corner of his body. The buzz in his mind intensified. He couldn't help but let his tongue slide out, panting heavily. His paws ran circles all over Dominic's chest, memorizing every curve and caressing where plump veins ran down from the big tiger's shoulders only to vanish into the mountains of his pectorals.

Bentley's lips gently peppered his neck, the soft, wet touch increasing his arousal and making him whine. Reading his needs, the older tiger reached down and swiftly unbuckled his belt. Expert, practiced paws slipped the grey slacks down from his waist, easily pulling his tail out through the tail hole before discarding the garment on the floor where the rest of the clothes lay. Strangely, Bentley left Liam's briefs even though the smaller wolf's cock was already painfully tenting them. His hands occupied with Dominic's pectorals, Liam neither had the capacity nor the mind to remove the underwear himself. Dominic easily shrugged off the remnants of his shirt and jacket, leaving his torso completely exposed for Liam's hungry eyes to gawk at. The copper-furred wolf moaned as he felt a massive, hot rod press up just against the base of his tail; Bentley's erect dick confined by the P3 Symbiont, the Jockstrap.

Fuck, I want that in me.

This wasn't the time. He would get destroyed by that beast. He needed to get bigger first.

Yes. Bigger. I need to get bigger.

Bigger like Dominic. Bigger like Bentley.

He leaned down, tongue still out and pressed it against the lowest most abdominal of Dominic's abdominals. The fur might as well not have been there. Dominic's abs were so firm that he could easily slide his tongue up and down those abdominals without the fluffy white fur getting in the way and still feel ever curve and slope. He could cut his tongue on those ridges. Dominic's steady, confident breathing radiated with every breath, sending wave after wave of that energy flooding into Liam and sending his entire body tingling.

Liam hungrily followed the ladder of muscle that was Dominic's abs towards the tiger's broad pectorals. His tongue followed the curve of those pecs, the mound seemingly going for miles until he found the taut, pink nipples that served as their peaks. His muzzle eagerly wrapped around them, suckling on the fleshy nubs while Dominic tensed his muscles and gave the young wolf a show from close up. Drunk on the raw masculinity that the tiger exuded, Liam could do nothing but ride the waves of pleasure as the prickling sensation reached a crescendo.

Once again, it started with his paws. It felt like thousands of microscopic threads were worming through his pores all the way down to his bones where they filled the marrow with strength and energy. His joints locked up, his fingers freezing in a position where each digit was stretched out to their fullest. The limits of his paw had been reached but that was when the P3 Symbiont went to work and pushed him past those limits. One by one, each finger stretched further across Dominic's pectorals, cresting the broad, furry mountain while his palm broadened to cup more of the juicy base. His forearms stretched further out of his suit's sleeves and the sudden tightness around his arms reminded him that while his pants were gone, his shirt and jacket were still snugly around his shoulders.

Sensing his intent, Bentley leaned down towards his ears, one paw press against his back.

"I want you to burst out of your clothes," rumbled the tiger, the need and hungry dripping from his voice.

Liam could do nothing but comply. He just wasn't strong enough to fight back against the elder tiger.

Not yet. I can get stronger!

With those words, his forearms filled his sleeves completely, large teardrop shapes pushing up against the grey fabric with the sleeves coming down about two inches away from his wrist. The hem couldn't retreat any further as his biceps ballooned out. Pressure built against his arms. He found himself doing something he never thought he'd ever do: flexing. Even as the confining grip of the fabric tried to contain his growth, he flexed, pushed and kept growing. The groan of the cotton-wool blend coming apart at the seams rang out in the room. The first split appeared against his bicep and this was quickly followed by a second tear just at the crook of his elbow.

He gasped into Dominic's nipples, making the tiger moan at the sensation. Turning his head to rest against the tiger's pectorals, he lifted his arm towards his face. His paw was huge. Thick veins crisscrossed the back and led perfectly into his meaty forearms. The remnants of his sleeves hung around midway, looking so small now compared to the rest of his arm. The second half of his sleeves was torn right down the middle, revealing the shredded white shirt beneath and the melon-like upper arm that had a rugged vein that popped up against his coppery fur that crested his bicep and quietly vanished into the crook of his arm.

"This is amazing..." he breathed.

"Keep going," urged Dominic. "Let Liam loose."

Without further urging, Liam dove for the tiger's nipple once more, lathering it with his tongue while working the muscles with both paws. His newly strengthened fingers kneaded the plump pectorals, prompting Dominic to tense and bounce them. A fight arose between Liam's attempts to soften the mountains while Dominic tried to reinforce them. With each cycle, more and more of that transformative energy flooded into Liam.

The power continued up his arms, pooling in his shoulders. His poor suit and shirt groaned in protest. Deltoids broadened, rounding out into bowling balls that formed a scalloped shape against his upper arm. Prickling rushed up towards his traps, making their way towards his neck and pulling the muscles with them to form that arch where shoulder and neck became one. Bentley must have seen this because he immediately leaned down and nibbled on the growing mass, sending a different kind of tingling down the wolf's flesh. Liam instinctively flexed his back, pinching his shoulder blades and promoting the growth there. When he relaxed, the muscles and bones spread further than before. He was stopped when the limits of his suit were reached but it still felt like he was slouched over. The pressure built again and once again, he tensed every muscle in his back, pushing against the pressure, flexing until -

Rrrrrrip!

A tear appeared right down the middle of his suit jacket's back. His white shirt was momentarily visible before -

Rrrrrip!

... it too was torn and his red fur burst forth, backed up by powerful muscles.

The rush of relief from having lost the confining garments made him moan, his eyes rolling into the back of his head while his eyelids fluttered. His breathing grew heavier, more desperate like he was trying to inhale the very essences that Dominic and Bentley were happily giving him to grow the Symbiont inside of him. He could feel it getting stronger. That heady buzz in his head was spreading, taking over. His body was moving of its own accord and he was just along for the ride. Not that he minded.

This feels amazing.

He squeezed his eyes shut but didn't stop moaning as the tingling sensation spread down towards his chest. Every sound he made grew deeper and deeper with his expanding neck and broadening chest. Bentley's expert paws slipped past his wide lats. Claws found the buttons of his shirt and easily tore them away. Something told him that this wasn't the first time the tiger had helped a new recruit grow. That made him smile and his Symbiont reacted with a flood of growth to his chest.

His flat pectorals, having long vanished into thick, white chest fluff, surged outward. Liam could not help but thrust his chest forward, grinding it against Dominic's abdominals. He could feel his nipples pressing up against the tiger's hard flesh and soft fur. Just before the next wave hit, he pulled his chest back, arching his back.

Boom!

The blast of raw masculinity pushed his chest further out and forced them to become tighter. His collarbone could barely contain the thick, rounded masses. The throbbing of his heart was only matched by the pulsating heat that came from Dominic's cock just a few inches below his pectorals. A devious idea sprung to mind and he finally released the tiger's nipple and shuffled down a little.

"Ooooh fuck, dude..." Dominic moaned. "We fucking love it when guys grow against our dick."

Slavering like a wild animal, Liam ran his tongue once more against Dominic's abdominals. He pushed the mighty cock still somehow contained by the black jockstrap against his newly formed pectorals, sandwiching them between the large shelves. The tiger beneath him thrust into his chest and he, in turn, thrust back, squeezing the muscles he suddenly had control over. Those very same muscles swelled in size, forcing his nipples to turn downward due to their sheer size.

"That's it," cooed Bentley, whose paws rolled over Liam's newly formed abdominals. "Bigger, kiddo. Feel our son's muscles. Get a taste of just how big you can get."

I want to be bigger!

Liam hungrily lapped at Dominic's abs, kissing and licking each one over and over again. All the while, he flexed his pecs just like how Dominic had done for him, squeezing the cock between him. Each gesture, each undulation pushed the tingling sensation further and further down his body. It spread towards his legs and that compelled him to run his paws down the squirming tiger's thighs. As he felt up the ridiculously defined quads, so too did his own thighs tightened and broaden, transforming into thick tree trunks of muscle with vines made of veins spreading out from his crotch ad curling all over their surface. His briefs were forced to ride further up his thighs, comically turning from a pair of comfortable, white underwear to a weird fusion of brief and thong.

His toes curled and uncurled with each thrust. His shoes were still well on his feet, already tight as they were but he knew he could trust that fact to his growing Symbiont. True to form, the tingling spread down past his calves, ballooning the muscles and stretching the bones until he was well past his original height and now securely in the range of six feet. Such a height deserved proportional feet and as the prickling reached his toes, he let out a loud moan, arching his head back. Leather snapped and tore. His toes burst from the rims of his expensive formal shoes, the laces snapping away like whips while his claws shredded the black leather and left him with little more than black flaps barely hanging from his ankles.

"Fuuuuck..." he moaned.

Strong paws suddenly pulled him up, forcing him to sit up and cradle Dominic's waist with his new, powerful thighs. Bentley's wrapped around his broad chest, one against his pectoral and the other hovering over his crotch. The tiger, nuzzled his neck, rough tongue lapping at his neck. There was that different tingling sensation; one of arousal instead of growth.

"You've got to cum on his jockstrap," rumbled the tiger father. "It's all part of your transformation."

"Yeah," Liam moaned, turning his head to kiss Bentley's cheek. "Okay."

"I'll help you over the edge."

Bentley's big paw gravitated towards Liam's crotch, gripping the tool barely hidden by the tented briefs. The touch of the warm paw was electric, very different from the one the energy he had been fed from Dominic. This was nothing supernatural. It was just two men enjoying an intimidate touch and one of them about ready to burst. Beneath him, Dominic crossed his arms behind his head, grinning from ear to ear and licking his lips. If Liam's first orgasm had been an appetizer, this would be the entree. Just one more course left but one he was still looking forward to. His excitement caused his cock to ache within his jockstrap but also for black tendrils to seep from the corners of his eyes, engulfing the white sclera while his irises burned a luminescent red. His eyes briefly met with his father's and like him, Bentley's eyes had transformed. Liam was too engrossed in the pleasures of the flesh to notice.

Liam arched one muscular arm over his shoulder, clutching the back of Bentley's head and pulling them both into a deeper kiss. Their tongues danced against one another, raw passion and primal desire combined as their muzzles locked with one another, their lips smacked noisily and they slurped up one another's taste. His other paw clutched onto Dominic's chest, momentarily roving the muscled mound again before he found what he was looking for. With his thumb and forefinger, he gave the nipple a little tweak and the tiger beneath him bucked his hips in response.

Pressure began building again but this time, it was deep within Liam's crotch. His balls churched, gurgling noisily and audibly as they jostled of their own accord - or perhaps controlled by the growing Symbiont. Each one grew bigger doubling in size until each one was the size of a golf ball. The tightness of his underwear grew somewhat uncomfortable. Even as his briefs began to tear against the new size, it wasn't enough. His dick needed to be released.

He needed to let loose!

Liam let out a loud half-moan, half-gasp giving Bentley a moment to lightly bit his lower lip. His cock throbbed with every stroke from the tiger and with one, resounding rrrrrip, it burst free from his briefs, a proud nine inches of canine cock as thick as a beer can. Bentley only managed to seize the newly freed and newly grown cock before all the pressure that had been building came exploding out in a titanic eruption. Liam threw back his head, letting out a deafening howl. The sudden movement caught Bentley by surprise and one of his fang dug a little too hard into the wolf's lips, drawing blood but the rush of pleasure and release of orgasm overcame the momentary pain.

Hot cum came blasting out of the young wolf's dick for the second time in less than an hour. Volume was greater than the first but just like the first, every drop somehow gravitated towards Dominic's crotch. The black jockstrap, tented from Dominic's own erection, eagerly consumed the seed. When almost every inch of it became coated by Liam's third blast, it increased it pace and sucked it all in quicker. Liam's hips were thrusting and shooting blanks a few seconds later, leaving him panting and gasping but securely in Bentley's strong arms.

The young wolf, eyes opened but barely seeing, gave the elder tiger a goofy smile. The gesture, however, reminded him of the pain on his lip and he curiously reached for the wound. By the time his paw went from where it was clutching the back of Bentley's head to his lips, the cut was gone.

"One other thing you should know," rumbled the tiger, nuzzling his sweaty neck affectionately. "You will heal faster. You'll need to eat to fuel it though. Something can't come from nothing but your body and metabolism will be regulated by your Symbiont in the most efficient way."

"Uh-huh..." he mumbled, barely registering what was happening.

Bentley chuckled and slowly guided him off the bed and onto his feet. The sudden increase in size gave Liam a bit of vertigo but he found himself quickly adjusting. Likely his Symbiont. "Come on, kiddo. Let's get you something to eat."

"Uh-huh."

Just as Bentley predicted, he was quickly recovering. Though he wanted to ride the pleasure of afterglow for a little longer, all the movement was getting him to wake up. His body - and subsequently the Symbiont - recognized that he needed to be active so it shook off the haze of post-sex warmth and began bringing him back up to speed. Surprisingly, it only took him a minute to sluggishly put on his pants commando-style before he was fully aware of himself again.

He glanced over to Dominic who was still lying on the bed, licking his lips over and over like he had just finished eating a scrumptious meal. The object of the tiger's lip-smacking was his crotch where his jockstrap was absorbing the last bits of cum that Liam had spilled. A light blush touched Liam's cheeks as he realized that was his seed that the muscular, striped feeling was eagerly consuming.

"I had to cum on Dominic, right?" he asked. "It couldn't be you?"

"Correct," Bentley said, stretching his arms over his shoulder. "Part of our reproduction cycle involves another Symbiont and their host being your progenitor. You become bonded to your progenitor in a similar way to how your Symbiont becomes bonded to you. It's a special bond because you'll never have another progenitor. Since you started worshiping our son's muscles, he became your progenitor and as such, he must be the one to receive your seed. At least until your fully bond with your Symbiont and become one of us."

"Okay." Liam said, tiling his head to the side. He was momentarily shocked when he found resistance against his neck and but then realized it was due to his engorged traps. "But why?"

The elder tiger smile at him. "Because your progenitor becomes locked to you as well. Right now, Dominic won't be able to start the reproduction process with anyone else. The only time he can spread the Symbiont to others is at the end of the process when your Symbiont reaches full maturity."

"Oh. So if I came on you..."

"I'd be locked to you as well," Bentley answered with a nod. "But since only one of us can be your progenitor, it would mean one of us would permanently be incapable of reproducing again." He smirked. "That is, unless, you reject your Symbiont and then start the entire process again but that's rarely ever happened."

Nodding in understanding, Liam regarded the shredded remains of his clothes which hung on him like tattered laundry. Pride swelled in his newly muscled chest as he literally 'hulked out' of his suit but at the same time, he became aware of the tightness of his pants which were fit to burst and with the hems riding up near his knees. He regarded his paws, clenching them and watching the muscles across his arms bunch up in response.

"You said something can't come from nothing," he said. "Where'd all this..." He gestured at his body. "... come from?"

Bentley padded over and reached for the scraps of clothing hanging from the still-smaller wolf's shoulder, stripping them away in a very father's gesture. "Right now you're at the stage where your body is at the maximum it could have been had environmental factors and genetics not been taken into consideration. Your Symbiont has stripped away those imperfections and made you the best version of you physically. All that came from within you with a bit of help from both us. I'm sure you've felt the energy passing into you."

"That tingling sensation..."

"Right." The towering tiger dusted off his shoulders, leaving him in nothing but the extremely tight slacks. "But in order for you to complete your transformation, you're going to need one last push. Could be a variety of factors for different people. Might be extra nourishment, acceptance, submission. Anything."

The mere mention of food sent Liam's stomach grumbling and he rested a paw against his rigid abdominals. It surprised him how he could see the shadows that his abs cast against one another. "I _am_hungry..."

"Great. Let me show you the cafeteria." Bentley glanced past him. "Speedster?"

"Almost done, dad," rumbled Dominic, smacking his lips loudly. "Just savoring the taste." He winked at Liam, causing the young wolf to blush. "You taste really good, man."

Liam wasn't sure how to respond to that though his Symbiont did. He flexed an arm and winked back.

A second later, the last drop of cum was absorbed into Dominic's jockstrap and the spry tiger leapt up and clapped his paws together, announcing that it was time to go. He stuck close to Liam, one large paw on the wolf's bubble butt while Bentley had his arm draped around Liam's shoulders like before.

"You guys really are affectionate," he commented.

"You'll find that with all the guys here," Dominic answered, giving his ass a squeeze. "It's not always the same with every kind of Symbiont but with us Jocks, it's kind of given when you're constantly working out with one another. You know, spotting one another. Watching another guy's muscles flex and stuff. Just don't be surprised to turn a corner and find two or more guys fucking."

"Really?" Liam knew that any normal person should be shocked but he only found himself getting excited.

"Yeah. Like I said, us Jocks got to keep moving. Lots of energy in our system. Fucking is a great way to get rid of that energy."

"Do you guys sleep?"

"Sure." He turned a sly smile towards him. "But only after we fuck each other until we're wiped and senseless."

"Oh wow..."

Bentley, taking the ever professional tone, said, "Other Symbionts are different, of course. But we aren't privy to that. The Department deems it necessary to ensure that we keep the details of other Symbionts sequestered from one another at least in the initial stages of integration."

I suppose that makes sense. If the people got wind that there were so many Symbionts out there and so many types, they might freak out.

Though he was curious what other types were out there, he was very much glad to be a Jock. Or at least turning into one.

They took a flight of stairs down because, as Dominic put it, the bedroom activities were great but he still had some energy bubbling up in him. They only had to go down two flights of stairs but both tigers dashed up and down the stairs a few times to blow off some steam. He didn't realize that the two were only dressed in their black jockstraps until their mighty forms were moving and he was mesmerized by every movement of their enormous muscles.

One they were done with their light exercise, they passed through the door. It was about lunch time so the cafeteria was very busy. It was full of people of all different species but all of them were heavily muscled and all of them were sporting black jockstraps. None of them wore any other forms of clothing. That wasn't the most surprising thing as he stepped into the broad cafeteria. Just two tables away from the entrance, a stag was ploughing a crocodile over the table, the two of them grunting and moaning loudly. No one else seemed to mind them. Against one of the windows, a hawk had a rat pushed up against the glass and they were spilling their seed all over the polished, tiled floor. Open affection was shown everywhere with several guys sitting at the tables and fondling each other's balls or even kissing one another between bites of food. He caught sight of two lions who had to be twins feeding one another their food before mashing their muzzles together, mouths still full.

"Whoa..." he breathed.

"Yeah," Dominic said, showing the first sign of embarrassment with his cheeks turning rosy. "Problem with being a host to a P3 Symbiont. You connect with other hosts on a much deeper level. Because you don't give a fuck about mating and making kids, you kind of just fuck around and that kind of means you get to love everybody."

"Marriage and relationships were built around the whole concept of reproduction," Bentley said. "Get rid of that directive and you find yourself freed of the concepts of monogamy and traditional relationships. Because our Symbionts adjust our behavior and the Department's goal was in increase workplace efficiency, we become hardwired not to take any relationship too seriously. Workplace drama is a key contributor to loss of productivity, after all."

"Doesn't mean we can't love," Dominic said quickly. "But it's a more non-traditional version where you can be mated to a guy or even multiple but still fuck around. Not like you can get any STDs or anything."

Stunned by that last comment, Liam turned to Dominic. "You can't?"

"Totally, man. Being a host means you'll _never_get sick. I mean, we're practically immortal!"

Bentley reached over and gave his son a light smack behind the head. "He's exaggerating. The program is still new but theoretically, we can live much longer than the normal person. Aging really is caused by cellular degradation and our Symbionts allow us to recover much faster and more efficiently than most. After all, I've fifty-seven and I still look like I'm in my early twenties."

Liam jerked back in surprise, appraising the tiger who looked extremely good. "Holy shit... You're kidding!"

"Nope," Dominic answered, pulling them towards a nearby empty table. "The Symbionts will make you the best version of you within its programming. Gets rid of grey fur, unless you look smoking hot with a little grey and beefs you up if that's what it wants."

"But we aren't immortal," stated Bentley gravely as he sat down opposite to them. "We still need fuel. If we get shot in the head, we'll still die, though our skin, muscles and bones are a little harder than the average person. We're still susceptible to mortal wounds and though fatal amounts of toxins or poisons that would kill anyone else would need to be multiplied when applied to us, we can still die from them."

Liam snorted softly. "So you're basically super soldiers."

The younger of the Hawksons snickered. "Totally. Except we're all gay and instead of fighting foreign powers, we're fighting poverty, overpopulation and unemployment!"

A tall Doberman suddenly approached their table, his jockstrap almost invisible against his dark fur save for the name 'Cannonball' drawn across the rim. He set a large paw against on Bentley's shoulder while a seductive smirk touched his lips. "Hey, Rider," boomed the canine. "Haven't had a taste of that sweet ass in a while. You down for some food and fucking?" The canine's predatory stare took a turn for the strange when the whites of his eyes turned black and his irises burned like bright, red coals.

Bentley coughed and flicked an ear towards Liam. "Gary, this is Liam Stockton. He's a new recruit. He's up to Stage 2."

The Doberman's eyes slipped back into their normal brown colour and his sclera turning white once more, his big, thick eyebrows lifting in shock. "Whoa! Sorry kid! I didn't know. You were looking so fucking huge already. It was an honest mistake."

That this mammoth of a dog called him 'fucking huge' was a massive compliment and he blushed beneath his coppery fur. "Aw... Uh... Thanks."

"Who's your progenitor?" Liam glanced towards Dominic who puffed out his chest proudly. The Doberman nodded in approval. "Nice, kid. You're starting off with a nice family there. You're Stage 2 already, right? Induction." He winked down at Liam. "If you decide to sign up, hit me up. Name's Gary Akoshi. 'Cannonball'."

"Sure." Liam's tail began wagging at the thought of motorboating those big, meaty pectorals.

Gary then turned towards Bentley, waggling his eyebrows.

Bentley sighed, a tempted smile touching his muzzle. The elder tiger turned apologetically towards Liam. "I'm sorry to have to leave this part of the interview, Liam, but..." He smacked Gary's ass and gave it a tight squeeze. The Doberman didn't even flinch. "This meal is _far_too tempting to pass up."

Just by Liam's smile, Bentley got up and allowed Gary to lead him away - holding paws - to another table. They were kissing and fondling one another even before they sat down. Even that didn't last too long as Gary pushed Bentley onto the table and proceeded to molest the tiger there and then in front of everyone. No one really paid much mind.

"So much for 'food and fucking'," snorted Dominic. When Liam gave him a puzzled look, the younger of the Hawksons said, "Normally they eat something to fuel up and then they fuck." He gestured disapprovingly towards his father. "They're not nearly going to get enough stamina to really go at it."

It was simply amazing just how different the culture was here. Maybe the sacrificed some parts of their personality but it was all part of the contract they signed, the compact they formed when they accepted the Symbiont. They went into this willingly. Dominic and Bentley had been very transparent about the cost that entering this covenant would entail. There was an obvious out as well. If no one chose it, then clearly this was a paradise. An Eden for gay men.

One of many.

"Hey," he began, "Cannonball mentioned that I was at 'Stage 2'. What did that mean?"

Dominic smiled at him, lifting one finger. "Stage 1 is the Introduction. That's the interview we had at the beginning. Usually ends with you cumming on me and the first parts of the conversion occurring. You did say you were interested so we went from there and gave you a taste of what it means to be part of the Department of SPERM."

Liam couldn't help but smile at the name. "Sorry. That acronym is still pretty on the nose."

Dominic rested a paw over his. "Hey, we may be part of the government but we try not to keep so many secrets. Yeah, we're not in the public eye and we're not exactly announcing our intentions, but we try to be as transparent as possible. National stability and all that." Holding up four fingers, he said, "You're going to get asked four times if you want this. Say 'yes' all four times and you're really in." He hiked his other thumb towards the cafeteria line. "How about we grab some grub. I'll explain the other stages to you."

He agreed and together, his paw securely in Dominic's, they headed towards the line where the other agents were getting their food. The eyes of a few of the men were on him and he could feel their hungry looks. More than a few had their eyes obtain that strange coloration that he had seen on Dominic before.

"Stage 2 is Induction," Dominic said, grabbing a red plastic tray for himself and one for Liam. They trays were strange much larger than he would have expected. "That's the tour and, let's face it, the first real orgasm you get your progenitor. You're asked again if you want to join."

"And I did," answered Liam, his back straightening. Someone hooted at him and that filled him with confidence. He was hot.

"Yep. The last stage is Stage 3, Integration. That's when your Symbiont reaches full maturity, you bond with it and you're a full member." Dominic winked at him. "It's also when you get fucking huge for us Jocks."

"Nice." He grinned broadly at the prospect of getting even bigger and getting a cock like Dominic's in him. "Is that when my eyes get all dark and red?"

"You noticed that, huh?" Dominic turned to him, his eyes shifting into the mesmerizing colors. "Happens when we're really fucking horny. Our Symbiont and us are really in synch. Makes our senses really sharp." The tiger gently brushed a finger against Liam's cheek ruffs as they shuffled up the line. "I can feel every strand of fur. I can smell you from miles away." Then his eyes shifted back as quickly as it appeared. "Makes the sex fucking awesome." The younger but by no means smaller Hawkson tilted his head aside. "Comes at a bit of a risk though."

"Why? You can switch it on or off, right?"

"Yeah but you just get horny around other guys with Symbionts. If you're not in control by the time you meet someone out in the field, you'll bone up, your eyes go dark and it'll be a dead giveaway." Dominic shrugged. "It's kind of why I'm not a field agent yet. Still got to practice a bit more."

Liam's mind wandered to all the guys out in Gauymore. The idea of bringing them to the Department, having their warm seed all over him, soaking into his jockstrap and helping them become big and buff stirred his loins. "I'm sure you'll get there. Fuck, I'd love to be out there right beside you."

"That's what we're hoping!" Dominic said with a grin. "Like we said, you'd help ease the guys in Gauymore into being part of the Department."

They finally reached the windows of the cafeteria line. A huge longhorn was perched behind the glass. Like everyone else, he was absolutely huge and just like everyone else, he was just dressed in a black jockstrap. The name 'Charger' was emblazoned on his sole garment. Charger was serving the guy ahead of them, a donkey. The bovine 'accidentally' spilled some gravy over his huge, broad chest, making the donkey bray in approval.

"Just give us our food, Charger," laughed the equine. "We'll fuck you later."

"Whatever you say, Beater."

Liam was stunned at the amount of food that was stacked on the red tray. It was a whole, hearty meal. A juicy steak, fresh greens, a mountain of mashed potatoes, freshly baked dinner rolls and what looked like a rather jiggly flan covered in caramel syrup. Liam's mouth was watering just looking at it and his stomach growled the moment it came for their turn.

"Hey Charger," Dominic said, lifting a paw. "Meet the new recruit. Liam Stockton."

Charger grinned behind the glass and held out one huge hand. "Nice to meetya, Liam. I'm guessing you're in Stage 2?"

"How can you tell?" Liam asked.

"You're still wearing pants!" That got a nice laugh from the others in the line. Charger waved away the joke and began serving them a rather hearty helping. "Check back when you're sporting a jock, my man. I'll give you a taste of some real beef."

That made his tale wag in excitement. "I'll look forward to taking the bull by the horns!"

"Oh-ho!" exclaimed the longhorn, clearly pleased by his banter. "You'll fit right in kid!"

With their helpings secure, Dominic led them back to their table. Liam had just sat down when he realized he was missing some cutlery. That didn't bother Dominic. Claws out, the tiger picked up the steak in one paw and began tearing into it. With the other, he shoveled scoops of mashed potatoes into his muzzle. All around him, the other men were inhaling their food in much the same way. There was no room or time for etiquette here. Shrugging, he dove right in, burying his muzzle into the mashed potatoes and chomping down on the meal.

Strange as it was, he could feel his body metabolizing the meal just as he ate it. Normally, when he ate something, he would feel his stomach start to bloat. But now, mere seconds after he swallowed the meal, he could feel it dissolving in his belly and its material feeding into his hungry muscles, bones and organs. The helping would have taken him half an hour to finish back when he was small and skinny but in just ten minutes, he was done.

"Fuck that was good," he groaned, patting his ripped abdominals. He took a moment to wipe his paws and muzzle clean with the mountain of napkins that he had procured. "Weird. I don't feel full but I don't feel hungry either."

"The Symbiont helps regulate that," Dominic said. "Keeps us from overeating. Makes sure we're only feel hungry when we need it. Avoid unnecessary eating." The tiger wiped his muzzle with the back of his paw. "So, that's basically all I know about the Department. All you'll need to know." He snapped his finger. "Oh, I guess the one thing I should tell you is that if you decide to bow out now, we'll take you down to the medbay on the first floor, give you a little injection from OVUM and you'll have one last mind-blowing orgasm and go back to how you were before. We'll give you replacement clothes, of course, but when you cum, you'll literally blow your mind."

Liam tilted his head to the side. "Uh... What?"

Dominic spotted a speck of mashed potato hanging from the wolf's muzzle with that tilt and leaned forward, wiping it off with a finger. "After you cum, you won't remember anything about the Department, what happened to you and everything we talked about. You'll be back to good old Liam Stockton. Doesn't mean we won't eventually get you." Dominic winked at him slyly. "But just not right now. Unless you move out of town that is. Our jurisdiction is only in Gauymore."

A crossroads. Perhaps the last one he could possibly take. Down one road, he would permanently change, becoming bigger and better than he had ever hoped to become and bonded permanently to a Symbiont. He would spend his days within these walls, working out, eating, fucking and converting the rest of his hometown into the same horny, muscled gay guys that filled the rest of the Department.

On the other road, he could walk away. He would have one last blissful orgasm before everything faded to black. Maybe he'd wake up again in that interrogation room like nothing had happened. He'd be rejected from the job and he'd go back to his normal life at least until the Department sought him again as they converted Gauymore. Maybe he might escape if he left town.

This is it. Time to choose.

He twisted his lips in thought. "Has anyone ever taken that option."

"Nope."

Didn't think so.

"So let me ask you one last time," Dominic said, holding out a paw. "You want to work for the Department?"

Liam didn't even hesitate.

He clasped that paw tightly.

"Fuck yeah."

Dominic grinned broadly and pushed that grin against his lips. Liam melted into the kiss, his cock hardening uncomfortably in his pants. The tiger pulled away and stood only to push aside the empty trays and place himself upon the table on all fours. He looked intently into Liam's eyes, his eyes shifting into their dark colours.

"You know what to do."

He most certainly did.

Liam Stockton, right in plain view of a hundred men, discarded his shredded pants and placed himself right behind Dominic Hawkson. His cock was already at full mast and oozing with precum. There was a loud snapping sound and he was stunned when the bands of Dominic's jockstrap abruptly snapped. The black fabric liquefied, turning into a black goo that crawled over the tiger's shapely ass, seeping between the cracks and disappearing into the waiting hole, bringing a lusty moan from Dominic.

Huge orange-sized balls covered in white, fluffy fur hung between the tiger's chiselled legs. Curious, Liam angled his head around Dominic's thighs. His mouth watered at the sight of the immense, barbed member that had to be more than a foot long and at thicker than his fist! It was so immense that it easily slapped the base of Dominic's pectorals. So much precum was pouring from it that it was hitting the red table beneath them with loud, wet thumps and already starting to flood over the sides.

This was too much. Liam couldn't control himself anymore.

Fuck him! I've got to fuck him!

He shoved his dick right into Dominic's hole, meeting resistance just after the first inch.

"Oh fuck," he moaned. "You're so fucking tight!"

"Best versions of ourselves, remember?" panted Dominic. "Means no matter how much we get fucked, we'll always go back to being tight as if it's the first time getting our cherry popped."

Liam pushed deeper, feeling Dominic's tight ass wrapping around his dick after another inch. "Holy shit... Oh fuck..."

The sensations around his cock was just too much. For the briefest of moments, he knees went weak. Then, they went rigid and his body went into auto-pilot. His paws seized Dominic's waist, claws digging into the hard flesh and fur commandingly. A deep growl rose from his throat as he pulled back an inch before driving in two. Dominic let out a high-pitched gasp as he was speared by three inches of wolf dick. He didn't get a moment of reprieve. Liam pulled out one more inch and then drove in hard, gaining another inch of ground; four inches buried deep into the tiger. Waves of pleasure were crashing through his body and his mind was too weak to keep going. Thankfully, his Symbiont was there, taking control and driving his cock another inch forward.

This is how it feels.

Another inch deeper. Six inches now.

I have a Symbiont. Supporting me. Helping me.

His knot had fully swollen and with another inch in, he came closer to fully entering the tiger.

It's amazing.

Eight inches.

Just one more.

"Don't tie with us!" cried Dominic, panting in lust. "Just trust us! Don't tie!"

"You're making that really fucking hard!" Liam snarled back. "Why the fuck do you have to be so fucking sexy!?" With a snarl, he pulled back out and began sliding back in, having to consciously fight every instinct to push his knot deep into the tiger. He could feel his Symbiont wanting to push the knot in but also acknowledging Dominic's command not to. But with every repetition of pulling and pushing, it became harder and harder. Liam had to step in and with his mental support, he turned their desperate thrusting into something more rhythmic and stable.

His panting grew more and more fervent. Sweat rolling off his shoulders and his fangs gnashed hard together. His eyes were shut, all his focus in the thrusting of his hips and the euphoric pleasure of his cock sliding in and out of the tiger's tight, warm ass. Both he and his Symbiont were only vaguely aware of the ocean of precum that had started to seep past Dominic's legs and pool around their feet. It made his grip on the table somewhat precarious but he tenaciously kept thrusting. There was no turning back.

He wanted this.

_They_wanted this.

That one difference, that moment he started becoming an 'I' and became a 'we', the transformation reached it climax.

His body still on autopilot, Liam threw his head back, staring straight up at the high, glass ceiling even as his green eyes rolled into the back of his head. His muzzle hung open, shaping into an 'O' like he had suddenly been struck by some divine enlightenment. With the sun at high noon, golden rays streamed in from the ceiling and fell upon him like it was a beautiful moment of transcendence. In a way, he was transcending; becoming more than just a mere wolf and turning into something more.

Already at six feet one inch, his metamorphosis took the wolf far beyond what his genetics would have ever allowed. His spine stretched with the sound of crackling bones, the tingling sensation spreading out from the central column of his entire nervous system and seeping into every muscle, every bone, every pore and every strand of fur. Already broadened shoulders ballooned out in both directions, spreading like a monstrous pair of muscular wings that no normal door frame would ever be able to accommodate. His traps rose up, swallowing his neck and providing a clear ramp towards his skull. Thick veins crisscrossed along that slope, forming an uninterrupted river from his jugular, over his shoulders and into his biceps. There, the vein split off into multiple tributaries and deltas, crawling all over his upper arm as it inflated to monstrous 50-inch thick. The divide between biceps and triceps was perfectly defined by a deep crevasse between the two that could crush coal and spit out diamonds. The veins faded somewhat as they reached his elbows only to explode into bigger and thicker around his ham-like forearms that led into paws that grew to perfectly seize one of Dominic's glutes in a single palm.

A deep rumble like thunder rose from his chest. It dropped in pitch, falling a whole octave with his widening back and swelling pectorals. Just like Dominic, he pectorals were big, round and plump. The soft white fur on his chest did nothing to hide the deep canyon between the two mountains. Supporting the mountains was a column of eight, perfectly shaped abdominals. Covered in the same white fur, it was like looking at a white chocolate bar with the faintest whispers of veins snaking down from Liam's lats that made it impossible for him to ever pin his arms against his sides without concerted effort.

The power of his thrust grew greater as his thighs widened to match Dominic's. The sound of the two sets of tree-trunk like legs slamming against one another with each thrust was like peeling thunder. His balls, already swollen from his previous transformation, grew bigger. Their weight dragged his sack down, leaving with him a pair of low-hanging orbs compatible to Dominic's swollen testicles. With his next thrust, his cock shot forward another two inches, thickening while still within Dominic and causing the cat to yowl. The sound of stretching was either coming from Dominic's ass being abused or the growth taking over his dick. He could feel when every unique curve of his perfectly sculpted muscles rubbed against similarly hard striations along Dominic's. His calves went from heart-shaped, swollen shapes to hardened diamonds, clearly showing where they connected to the back of his knees and the veins that fed them with precious fuel and blood. For a second, his toes curled back, the pleasure of the growth running culminating throughout his body. Then the broadened, exploding into a size that could not be found in stores and would have to be custom made. His huge claws slammed into the table beneath him, cracking the red plastic.

The weight of the two men was too much and the table let out one last groan. It immediately gave way with a thunderous bang. The impact the two men hitting the ground was enough to tip Liam over the edge. He fought hard not to tie with Dominic and he was fairly sure he was successful but that was all secondary to the explosive bliss that erupted from his cock and balls. A dam had burst, the levees shattering as all his cum came racing out of his body and straight into Dominic.

But there was something else.

It was strange but the flood of cum gave him a strange sense of clarity. The buzz that had been clouding his mind suddenly flushed from his brain, seeping down his spine and taking with it the overwhelming tingling sensation that had consumed his entire body. It pulled the prickling from his arms, his chest, sucking it up from his feet and legs before pooling it all into his balls. He was struck with a sudden heaviness from his sack as he _physically_felt the source of that phenomenon fill his swollen sack.

Too late he realized what that 'thing' was.

It was his Symbiont.

The howl that erupted from his chest was partially out of anguish and unbridled ecstasy as the flood could not be stopped. His Symbiont was forcibly ejected from his balls, shooting up his massive sixteen inch cock. He tried to hold it back but it was like trying to stand up to a storm; impossible. It shot out of his cock in one last blissful ejection and straight into Dominic.

Beneath him, Dominic threw his head back and let out his own ear-splitting roar. With the cum filling him, his own Symbiont went to work metabolizing it. His cock erupted like a wild high-power hose, shooting his seed all over the remnants of the table beneath them. His cum splattered across a fragment that was on an incline with enough force that it splashed back against his muzzle. The thick, white, gooey fluid bathed the tiger, wrapping him in a warm glow. But his job wasn't over. Not yet. He came over and over again, pumping seed out of his behemoth of a dick over and over again until his Symbiont finally found what it was looking for; Liam's Symbiont.

The poor, confused creature couldn't understand why it had been forcibly ejected from its host. It didn't have the capacity to understand. All it knew was that it was already starting to weaken. It was desperately trying to sustain itself on the cum that Liam had ejected but it was a finite amount and it was in an alien environment it knew nothing about. Then, it was wrapped in the warm embrace of another Symbiont; Dominic's. There was a quick exchange of information, a progenitor imparting knowledge of survival to its young.

Then, Liam's Symbiont was being pushed into Dominic's balls where it was immediately ejected back through the tiger's throbbing cock as one final blast. Black, viscous goo came splattering out of the tiger's dick, seemingly getting lost in the soup of semen all around him.

Liam, free of his daze and fully aware of himself for the first time in what seemed like hours, looked at the destruction around him. He became aware that he was very naked, very big and filthy with cum and sweat. Worse, he was alone. Not 'alone' in the traditional sense but alone in that he no longer had his Symbiont. A desperate glance around him and all he could see where the mildly interested looks of the other SPERM agents.

No one was helping him. Didn't they understand?

He was alone.

He turned his pleading eyes towards a panting Dominic.

"Speedster..." he whimpered. "I... I don't know what happened... I... My Symbiont..."

The tiger wearily gave him a wry grin. "Hold that thought, bud."

Liam immediately pounced at the tiger, clutching the feline's shoulders desperately. "You don't get it!" he cried, tears streaming from his eyes. "I lost my Symbiont! I... I... I had this... this beautiful moment when I connected with it. We were one, Dominic! But then... I don't know..." He leaned back, looking at his own paws in horror. "Did... Did I cum too hard? Did I shoot it into you?"

He was surprised when he heard Dominic laughing.

This isn't funny!

"Dude, chill." Dominic got to his feet, offering him a paw. "It's all part of the process."

Liam shakily took the offered paw and was once again hit by a sense of vertigo as he was pulled to his feet and his new height. He had to be on par with Dominic now; approaching seven feet tall or maybe even passing it by an inch or two. "What do you mean?"

Dominic held up four fingers. "I said you'll be asked four times if you want this or not. The first time was at the interview. The second time was..."

"When I worshiped your fucking hot body you in my room," Liam said. "Yeah, I know. Third time was just a few minutes ago so..." His eyes widened and Dominic smiled at his realization.

The tiger turned around, facing the pool of cum around him. Something was stirring in the white ocean. Liam's eyes widened as he watched the contrasting black goo start to coalesce together, forming a familiar texture and shape. His progenitor leaned down and plucked the jockstrap from the pool. Liam's heart leapt to his throat and he let out a choking laugh.

The words 'Levee' was drawn on the jockstrap.

"Speedster..." he mumbled. "The nicknames aren't really your nicknames are they?"

"Nope," answered Dominic, handing him the garment.

They were the names of their Symbionts. However, because host and Symbiont were one and the same once bonded, it didn't matter. The names were interchangeable.

"So, I gotta ask," said his feline progenitor, paws on hips. "Do you want to put on Levee and become one of us?"

To answer that, with his mind completely clear of any sexual haze, Liam Stockton lifted a leg and slipped it through one band of the black jockstrap. Already he could feel his body quivering in anticipation of being with his Symbiont once more. Another leg through the strap and his cock was back to being erect, oozing precum onto the fabric. His Symbiont was waiting for him. It wanted him just as much as he wanted it.

Liam 'Levee' Stockton.

He would be the bridge that between the Department and Gauymore, Utah.

No.

He pulled the jockstrap up, stretching its band and its pouch well over his cock; more than any normal jockstrap would ever be able to stretch.

I'm not a bridge.

Then he let go of the elastic band.

His eyes slammed just, the connection once again reforged. This time, he would never be apart from Levee again.

A smile touched his features.

We're going to be the fucking dam that breaks and floods this town.

He opened his eyes.

Inky black tendrils snaked from the corners of his eyes, shrouding all the white in darkness. Green irises glowed a brilliant red, matching the glow from Dominic who stood proudly opposite to him.

"Welcome to the Department, bro," the hulking tiger greeted. A black substance oozed out of the tiger's cock, immediately spreading over his crotch and quickly reforming into his own jockstrap.

Liam licked his lips and strode forward, his erect cock sheathed in his Symbiont, his partner and his jockstrap brushing up against the feline's own covered but still erect member. One paw squeezed at the tiger's cock while the other curled around the back of the feline's head.

"We're glad to be here."

*******

It had been a_very_ long day at the garage. Not that it was busy. But that was why it was so long. In a sleepy town like Gauymore, getting a single car to fix was a miracle and a welcome change to the near-constant boredom. Of course, that had changed when those government people started moving in and building over the old abandoned high school. Too bad none of them needed their cars fixed.

Though he wasn't really sure he wanted their business. Something about those guys rubbed Eli the wrong way. They were all... huge. Bigger than any guy should rightly be. And they always travelled in pairs with this weird sense of familiarity between them like they were always sharing some huge in-joke and left everyone out.

Eli sighed as he brought up his rusty, lime-green car up to the garage of his single storey home. His brother, Cameron, clearly wasn't home since he didn't see the awful banana-yellow two-person car there. His nephew's new, red electric car was there though. He always hated electric cars. For his entire career as a mechanic, he had built and repaired cars that used goddamn gas. These 'sustainable vehicles' would put him out of business.

After the boredom of the day, though, he would welcome a lecture about 'expanding his horizons' from his scrawny, whiny nephew. First, he needed a smoke. It always calmed him down. He plucked a cigarette from his breast pocket and lit it up, his window rolled down. After a good ten minutes, he tossed the butt out the window - hopefully where his nephew wouldn't see - and stepped out of his car. No need to lock the damn thing. No one ever really stole anything in Gauymore and it wasn't like his car was worth stealing in the first place.

With a sigh that led to a series of coughs, Eli padded up to the wooden door, slotted the key into the keyhole and pushed.

"Yo! Liam!" he bellowed. "You home?"

A deep rumble came from the kitchen. Though it sounded off, it was distinctly Liam's. He had been on the receiving end of whiny lectures form the California college graduate enough times that the grating voice had been engraved into his memory no matter how much it had been altered.

Maybe his balls finally fucking dropped, he mused bitterly.

He entered the kitchen and immediately jumped back in horror.

"What the fuck!?" he cried.

Standing in the kitchen, washing the dishes that seemed much to small for his enormous paws, was a hulk of a wolf. Though he was a mountain of muscle, when that head turned to grin at him, there was no mistaking that this was his nephew, Liam Stockton.

"Hey Uncle Eli. Welcome home. We're just getting dinner ready. Have a seat. You want a beer?"

Eli shook his head. Then rubbed his eyes. Then pinched himself.

He wasn't dreaming.

That was really his nephew.

"L - L - Liam?" he rasped. "What the fuck happened to you!?"

Liam beamed and turned fully towards him, revealing the huge chest that was barely contained by the white singlet he wore. His nephew lifted one massive arm, veins popping all over its length as he flexed.

"We got the job."