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Pulsing. Throbbing. Hot, soft, slick walls encasing him in a cocoon of flesh. A large, shaggy-furred form pressed against his own; a fat erection grinding against his own cock, muscular arms wrapped around his torso, and a writhing tongue dancing against his as he locked jaws with the other male. All around, he could hear deep, bassy roaring and rumbling--the croons of Daddy's pleasure being fueled by his and his partner's lusts--as the slimy inner walls slowly slid against the entwined pair; as they slid down the passage of Daddy's insides.

Good boys. Sweet boys. Daddy's sexy, gay, slutty boys...

Zach let out a blissful moan into Jenson's working maw, and felt it returned by a muffled groan from the bear. That was right; they were Daddy's gay, slutty boys. They wanted to fuck each other, suck each others' cocks and taste the rich flavors of each others' bodies; their pits, their asses, their balls and sheaths. Breathe in the mingling musk of their manhoods while sharing pleasure with each other; sharing pleasure with Daddy. They wanted to feel and touch and smell and taste each other and other big, sweaty, muscular, sexy gay men just like them.

A twinge in the wolf's mind as the walls around them squeezed and clenched and he rocked against the older wolf laying below him while they kissed, slow and deep and passionate. Daddy--_the worm, wearing the guise of his father, Damien Fried; but Zach couldn't bring himself to care about the distinction--_gave Zach a loving smile as their hips worked together. Cock. His father's--his Daddy's--big, thick musky cock. The cock he'd been craving all his life; that had pumped him into his mother's womb, and now lay bare and erect and aroused before him. "I love you, son. Daddy loves you."

"Mmmf... and I love you, Daddy..." Zach stroked his father's face, and dipped down to nibble along Jenson's throat. "Fuck... mmm..."

"Cap... Zach..." Jenson groaned, sighed, and his hips thrust upward as his latest orgasm joined the thick coating of mixed seed soaking their crotches and torsos. The feeling of the bear cumming, the sensation of Daddy's cum--his father's rich, potent seed--soaking his body sent Zach into spasms of pleasure as his own cock throbbed and spurted its load.

More. They needed more. Daddy needed more.

The fleshy walls surrounding them pressed in tighter against the pair. Tight. Almost crushing. Forcing them to shift against each other to find more comfortable positioning for their limbs and faces. The long, pulsating passage around them convulsed and shifted as they were squeezed down it. Further. Further.

Out.

Zach almost didn't recognize the feeling of semi-fresh air--still humid and tinged with raunchy manstink and thick, cloying, earthy musk, but fresh--washing over his slime-coated face and body as he and Jenson were pushed free from the worm's body. The orifice at the tip of the beast's long, fat, blunted form clenched around the two as their torsos, their hips, and their legs finally slid free. With a long, low, bassy rumble--a moan of pleasure as Daddy gave a second birth to his sons--Zach and Jenson dropped together into a pile of tangled limbs on the spongy floor.

Zach grunted. Zach groaned. Zach felt the warmth spreading through his brain--Daddy's hands and lips caressing his body--_as he stretched his tingling arms and legs and pushed himself up. The wolf looked to the worm--the beast that had captured him, molested him, _freed him--and set a hand on its fleshy form.

A pulse through his hazed mind accompanied the gesture--_Daddy was looking down at Zach, a warm, loving smile on the older, larger, sexy man's face as his son felt up his supple, muscular body--_and a smile tugged at the wolf's lips. "Daddy..." That word, which had passed his lips only in his childhood and only to one man--his father, who had cared for and raised him into the man he was--now rumbled in his throat with desire for that man; for all men, but especially for the nude, aroused, grinning image of his father filling his lust-and-musk-drunk mind.

The beast turned its upper body, its multi-jawed head shifting closer to the smaller--tiny in comparison--wolf. Son...

"Cap..." Zach blinked as he felt a massive paw land on his shoulder. Jenson was staring at the sight laid out before them in the wide, scent--and noise?--filled cavern. The bear's eyes were wide, his jaw had fallen open in shock, and the burly man's thick cock was already throbbing at full erection once more. "You gotta see this."

Zach turned away from the worm--from Daddy--to look where Jenson's clawed finger was pointing. The cavern they'd found themselves in--that Daddy had taken them to--was massive; the ceiling of it was lost in the shadows far above, which extended down in reaching fingers towards the places that same strange bioluminescence that had lit the worms insides couldn't quite reach. In that gargantuan, dimly-lit hall, Zach could see twisting, winding tunnels through which more worm creatures--more of his big, sexy Daddies--slithered and wriggled and clumped together in twisting piles. And among those rocking, thrusting, rutting fathers--images of his father and Jenson's and so many other mature, burly men multiplied a hundred-fold as they lay together and sucked each others' cocks and enjoyed each others' bodies--_other figures mingled and came together and grouped up to enjoy each others' company as well. Men. So many men of every species that the wolf could think of, congregating amongst the _Daddies who had gathered them up.

The men who had disappeared into the worms' maws, still alive and well and seemingly well-taken-care-of.

"Fuck..." Zach breathed in the humid funk of the cavern--manstink and musk and gay, raunchy sex--and felt his erection--and his brain--twinge at the sight. So this was the fate of those chosen by their Daddies. That was what happened to good, slutty gay boys. This was their Neverland, where they could pleasure each other, be pleasured, and indulge in every fantasy that had ever passed through their minds. He took Jenson's hand in his own; the bear blushed as their eyes met, and the wolf's paw squeezed the other man's as Zach's own cheeks and ears burned. "Well, what are we waiting for? Come on, let's see if we can find the rest of the boys."

A throaty, familiar chuckle in his ear. Arms wrapping around from behind him, stroking his chest and belly and dribbling cock. Damien Fried's voice mingling with Daddy's bassy crooning as Zach felt a breath on his twitching ear. "Follow Daddy, boy. We've got plans for you and the rest of your boyfriends."

Boyfriends. His squad; Jenson and Smith and the others. The word felt achingly, arousingly right.

The worm slithered its way down into the cavern, and Jenson and Zach followed. They could see faces familiar and foreign; the disappeared men of the town whose profiles were presented in the debriefing before their operation, and the men of the other towns around the crater. Here, a goat was bent over at the waist, rocking himself between a tiger and lion pair who were sharing a deep kiss as they pounded the smaller male from both ends; who had they been in their previous lives? There, a doberman couple--one older and one younger; father and son?--were fucking in the coils of a pair of worms, their bodies coated and soaked in musky slime and sweat and each others' semen; had they shared such lustful gazes and touches and kisses with each other in their old life, or had their Daddies broken through their resistance to lay bare their most intimate, needful desires? All around them, men were sharing pleasure with each other to the low, bassy, rumbling moans of approval from the worms.

"Captain! Jenson! Over here!"

The duo perked up at the boisterous shout, their cocks pulsing and holes clenching as the twinges in their brains sent hot pleasure down their spines. They found Smith lounging against a fleshy pillar, his fat erection buried in the clamping, working hole of a young-looking lizard. The reptile was bucking down into the boar's lap, tail hiked and lashing behind him as he clutched at the older man and buried his scaly snout in the thick, sweat-and-smut-soaked fur of Smith's chest.

"Daddy... oh, Daddy...!"

"Shh, boy. We got company." The boar turned to give Jenson and Zach a grin as they approached, and gestured for the duo to settle in on either side of him. His arms moved from the lizard's shoulders to sling around the bear's and wolf's own, pulling them in close for a tongue-filled kiss with both nude, sweaty, erect men. "Took ya two long enough. Though you might not've been scooped up after all."

"I could say the same for you." Zach's finger's traced around a fat, plump nipple as he nibbled along Smith's throat. Fuck, the boar was raunchy; he loved it. He breathed in deep, filling his lungs with Smith's scent--_the scent he'd been craving ever since first watching the boar strip down in the locker room with hungry, lustful eyes--_and gave the supple pectoral cupped in his paw an appreciative squeeze. "What the fuck are you doing here, soldier? Thought I assigned you to the outskirts of town." The words held none of the venom Zach would usually use to berate his subordinates--_there was no need to berate a man indulging himself in pleasure, especially when it ended with him in Daddy's stomach--_but were quietly smoldering with the arousal pulsing between his thighs.

"Came runnin' with the rest of the boys when Jenson here gave the distress call." Smith pulled the bear's head down to nibble on one of his round ears, and Jenson groaned as he wet his belly with yet another spurt of precum. "Didn't expect to find Daddy--the worms--gulpin' everyone down like a fuckin' buffet. Got grabbed up, and..." He trailed off, gaze growing distant--and hips rocking up to push his cock deep into the lizard riding him--as the boar seemed to lose himself in reminiscence about his own time inside his Daddy.

"That's enough, Smith. Pretty sure I can piece together the rest." Zach nodded and let his erection brush against Smith's thigh as he turned his attention to the lizard. Thin but toned, with a pretty nice cock rising out of that slit between his thighs to bounce on Smith's firm gut. Zach grasped that bobbing shaft--just as lithe as the young man it was attached to--and began to pump the slick, pre-coated length. "And who's this."

"His name's James. He joined up with me inside Daddy a while after I got settled in"--Zach knew that time had passed since they'd been joined with their Daddy, but exactly how much had been lost in a cock-scented haze of sex; hours? Days?--"and took to getting' a dick up his ass like a fish to water."

A cute tinge of red spread across the scales of James' snout. "I've always loved men. The bigger and... s-smellier, the better." A shudder ran down the lizard's spine, and his erection jumped and spurted in Zach's grip. "Back in the dorms, I'd suck the other guys' cocks whenever they needed to blow a load, and loved it when they bent me over to shove it up my ass." Whether his words were a horny fantasy or the truth didn't matter; but Zach liked to think such a hot guy really was as slutty as he proclaimed. "I loved the smell of their dicks and their balls and their asses. And Daddy--Mr. Smith here--really loves having my tongue all over him." Said tongue--long and thick and dextrous--flicked out from between the James' lips to waggle teasingly for the three older men.

"That's right, boy." The boar's own meaty hands grasped James' hips, and the lizard cooed as Smith resumed pounding up into his hole while drawing him into a kiss. "You can smell Daddy all you want while he's fuckin' your tight little ass. And when Daddy's gettin' his fill of cock, you can suck all the loads of cum outta Daddy's raunchy hole you can handle."

James moaned at that, and buried his face in Smith's chest once more. Meanwhile, Zach nodded in approval and then turned his grin to the boar. "And how about you, soldier? You love big, smelly men too?"

"Hell yeah, Captain. I'm so fuckin' gay." The boar grinned--both pride and lust shining in his eyes--and licked his lips. Seductive. Slutty. "Been wantin' to suck your dick for so long. And Jenson's too. Hell, been wantin' to bend over and have the entire fuckin' squad blow their loads up my ass. In fact, if I didn't have my arms full"--he chuckled and bounced James in his lap, letting his fat, full ballsack grind on the lizard's tailbase--"I'd lay back and let you both fuck me right here and now."

A throb through Zach's own erection. A flutter of his eyelids as his mind twinged and stung and burned with pleasure. A spurt of precum up Jenson's flank. "What a coincidence. I've been wanting your fat ass for a long fucking time." Spread it open. Nibble those fleshy, furry cheeks and breathe in his scent. Tongue-fuck that tight, cum-filled hole and then rut it until Smith screams. "We can definitely arrange something with the rest of the boys. Ain't that right, Jenson?" When he didn't hear and answer from the bear, he cracked his bliss-shut eyes open to glance over. "Jenson?"

The bear was staring, gaze clouded and jaw slack. His brow was furrowed, as though he was trying to break through the cloud of musk no doubt fogging his own mind. He grunted, looking over the lizard bucking and grinding down into Smith's lap. Appreciative. Desiring. A spark of recognition? "James? James... Archer?"

James blinked. He raised his head to look to the bear; to ogle the nude, erect older man's burly chest and firm belly and large, thick, dribbling shaft. He nodded. "Yeah?"

"Wait, aren't you... one of Kyle's friends?" The words seemed like fingers of ice down the bear's spine, and Jenson shuddered and moaned. "What... what are you doing here?"

"Daddy... not Mr. Smith, but..." The lizard looked to one of the worms lounging nearby--to the large, sexy Daddy resting from gathering up his sons--and swallowed. "He came to the dorm. He and the others. I..."

A twinge in Zach's mind. The reports of the creatures attacking towns around where the crater was. Men--only men--disappearing into the worms' jaws to wind up here, where they could indulge in all the pleasure they could want with their Daddies.

The same thoughts flittered over Jenson's own expression. "Kyle...?"

James shrugged, but the bear seemed to know the answer already. He stood, gazing around; and his breath hitched even as his cock jumped and bobbed before him when his eyes landed on a pile of men grunting and groaning nearby. The younger bear that was on his hands and knees in the middle of the pile, his tongue lolling over the thick cock being offered to him as he was rutted hard and deep from behind by an athletically-built mutt; the canine slammed forward, and the bear threw his head back in bliss as he was knotted.

Jenson rose up, standing on shaky legs, and Zach watched the older bear move over to kneel beside the young stud--his son--while Kyle rocked himself between the two men fucking him. One of Jenson's paws moved to his cock, slowly pumping the throbbing length, while the other stroked the younger bear's back. Kyle's eyes opened, and time seemed to freeze for the duo as their eyes met.

Kyle let the cock in his mouth slip from between his lips, and rose up onto his knees. His own erection--good sized, long and plump and drippy--twitched and spat a glob of pre onto Jenson's crotch as they faced each other. They didn't share any words--none seemed to be needed--as Jenson carefully reached out to grasp the younger bear's shoulders. Pull him in close. Let their nude, sweaty, slime-drenched bodies--their cocks--press together.

Jenson embraced his sexy, slutty, gay son, and their lips brushed together. Pressed together. Mashed together as the two fell into a hungry kiss with each other. Kyle whimpered as he pulled off the cock in his ass--as the knotted shaft popped free from his pucker, and the load of cum in his bowels dribbled out over Jenson's fingers as the older bear felt over his son's used hole--and fell forward onto his father. They humped. They frotted. They began to make hard, raunchy, gay love to each other in the middle of the worms'--their Daddies'--lair.

And Zach watched the incestuous display--Jenson's deepest, darkest fantasies coming true--_while pumping his own shaft. He didn't look around to the other men in the cavern, hoping to catch a glimpse of graying fur. He didn't allow his jealousy at Kyle _fucking his father's slutty ass as the bear lifted his hips and let the younger man's erection slip under his tail to burn too hot. He didn't hope to see the handsome man of dreams--the man he'd buried years ago--joining the orgy of debauchery that the worm-creatures had organized.

Strong, muscular arms wrapped around him, gently pushing his paw away to take over pumping the wolf's erection. A body settled against his back. His father--Daddy, the worm-creature wearing Damien Fried's form as it pushed theses fantasies about the older wolf into his mind--pressed a kiss to Zach's cheek. "Come with me, son."

"Daddy?" Even as his cock pulsed in Daddy's warm, firm grip, tears pricked the wolf's eyes and a sickening, painful knot twisted in his chest.

"Shh. Daddy's here. Daddy's going to make it all better..."

---

Zach followed his father--the apparition of his father conjured by the worm-creature--to a large pool near the center of the hive. Massive, squirming, writhing worm-creatures gathered around the edge of it, large protrusions rising from plated slits along their underbellies and hanging into the pit. Thick, sticky, off-white slime poured from the monolithic shafts; Daddy and his brethren were groaning and panting in pleasure, paws pumping their fat Daddy cocks and filling the pool with their potent, virile cum. Zach watched, cheeks burning as the apparition of his father gave him a wide, inviting grin. "Step into the pool, son."

"Daddy?" Zach's eyes ran over Daddy's--the worm's--gargantuan length. Even without the vision of his father jerking off--_turning to share the occasional hot, hungry kiss with the man standing at the cum-pool's edge next to the older wolf--_Zach's pucker itched and pulsed at the sight of _Daddy's erection._Would he be able to taste it? To stroke it--with his entire body, probably, judging by the sheer size and girth of it--and suckle on its tip and feel it pushing deep into him?

"All in due time." Daddy chuckled--the worm rumbled and shook, its purring deep and bassy--and beckoned Zach forward. "Come on, son. Bathe yourself in Daddy's cum. Trust Daddy..."

"I do..." Voice distant even to his own ears and mind swimming through the haze of thick, just-this-side-of-rank_Daddy musk_, the wolf lowered himself into the pool. He couldn't stop a gasp--a shudder down his spine--as the thick slime engulfed his hindpaws, his legs, his waist, and then his chest. From far away, he could hear and see other men--other slutty gay sons--joining him in the pool of cum; Smith and James, Jenson and Kyle, and even the rest of his former squad moaning in bliss as they bathed themselves in the thick slime. Something brushed against Zach's legs; something--multiple somethings--that were long and thick and wriggling. Tentacles? Daddy's arms wrapping him in their embrace and pulling him down into the pool.

Zach couldn't stop his body from convulsing and squirming in the cocoon of fleshy, muscular tendrils wrapping around him as his head was pulled under. His jaws opened wide in a muffled groan as one of them--as Daddy's cock--sank deep into his convulsing hole. He felt something--a tentacle like that in Daddy's stomach, with a wide, gaping orifice at the tip--wrap around his muzzle. Daddy kissed him, soft and slow and deep. Slipped his tongue into the wolf's maw and filled Zach's nose and lungs with the scent and taste of cock and balls and ass; his father's thick, dripping, virile cock, full balls, and raunchy, puckered, cum-hungry ass. A twinge in his head, a burning in his left ear_--_the tentacle worm that had wrapped itself around his brain slithering out of the passage into his skull; feeding on the rich seed encasing the wolf?--and Zach felt his mind throb and his thoughts scatter. Sink into the mire. Fade away in a haze of manstink.

Zach dreamed.

He was a child, small and helpless. But the arms that embraced him--his father's arms--were strong, and powerful, and so very loving. He looked up at the older wolf with the bright eyes and wide, open smile of youth, and felt the older wolf gazing back at him with paternal warmth.

He was older now. Adolescent. His body had matured, and began to respond to the stimulation of sexual fantasizing; men, nude and erect, dancing through his mind in every provocative position and kinky scenario he could dream up. One man in particular always taking center stage in his lustful imaginings; the man who'd been in his life, and loved him wholly and unconditionally, for so long. His father, Damien Fried. Now the bright eyes of youth were tinged with the desiring hunger of a young man in love. His father was handsome. His father was sexy. And by the glances--the knowing smiles, the soft touches, the not-quite-accidental shows of his burly, bare chest and flexing arms and underwear-clad crotch--the older wolf would give Zach on occasion, his father was interested. They were attracted to each other.

It was Zach's eighteenth birthday. The younger wolf was celebrating his acceptance into the army with his father, and the older wolf decided to finally give his son the gift he knew Zach wanted; the gift that Zach had wanted for so long, and that his father--Damien, the sweet, handsome, sexy man had wanted Zach to call him by his name that night--was finally free to give him. His body. His cock. His burly chest--the firm pecs and plump nipples and musky armpits--and muscular arms--wrapped around Zach as they ground against each other and shared their first passionate, tongue-wrangling kiss--and underwear-clad crotch--the thin material finally peeled away to release the thick, long, knotted erection that had sired Zach--presented with pride to the younger wolf. Every inch of his father open to be touched and sniffed and tasted and explored as he pleased. They made love, Zach being bent over and rutted by Damien, and then Damien laying back to let his son take him. Grunting. Groaning. Crying out as they drenched each other in their respective orgasms.

He was in boot camp, in the showers after a long, sweaty day of training, and ogling his fellow recruits. His cock slipped from his sheath as he watched their paws rubbing their lithe, supple, wet bodies; and he could seeing more than a few of them springing erections of their own. One recruit--a bear by the name of Jenson--slung an arm over his shoulder and asked if he could suck Zach's dick. When Zach had nodded, a hot blush on his cheeks and ears, Jenson had dropped to his knees right there in the showers to engulf the wolf's length in his hot, humid, experienced maw. And when the bear had swallowed the last drop of cum from Zach's tightly-drawn-up balls, the wolf returned the favor; right there in front of the other watching, grinning, masturbating recruits, he lapped the precum of Jenson's shaft and sucked his balls and deepthroated Jenson's long, thick, girthy manhood.

He and Jenson grew close over those weeks in boot camp. They shared a bunk with each other, explored the scents and flavors of each others' bodies, and rutted each other hard and fast and deep; just like they could hear and see and smell the other recruits doing with each other. When bootcamp was over the two travelled together to their homes, were greeted by their fathers, and saw each other fall into a tight, intimate, groping and squeezing and stroking embrace with the older wolf and bear respectively. Jenson and his father shared the same relationship that Zach did with his--they were gay, incestuous lovers, kissing and sucking and fucking each just as passionately as they did any other sexy man that caught their eye--and the revelation only brought the two closer.

The pair continued fucking around with each other; both on tour and on leave. They shared their fathers with each other; Jenson bent over to take Damien's fat cock up his ass as he sucked Zach off, and Zach was just as eager to lay back and feel both younger and older bear fill him with their fat erections while watching the two make out with each other. They were there for each other; Jenson when Zach buried his aging father, and Zach when Jenson's father passed from liver failure as well.

And when Jenson's son Kyle came of age, they were both eager to welcome the college-bound young bear into their bed.

Years passed in a haze of musk and cock and cum and ass. Fucking. Sucking. Rutting and being rutted in turn. Being slutty and gay with each other and with their fellows in the squad. And when their Daddy came for them--when Jenson and Zach were swallowed, and fucked, and brought into Daddy's gut to let their lusts be Daddy's sustenance--the two were eager to sink into the dream together.

No. Their old life--the life that was already a fading memory--was the dream. And now it was time to wake up.

Wake up, son.

---

Zach groaned. Shuddered. Felt his stretched, itching, needy passage clench around the tentacle within him as it slid free, and gasped as the one enclosing his muzzle pulled away. Thick, salty, potent cum flowed into his mouth as the tendrils embracing him dragged him to the surface of the pool. As he rose up, a new man--a transformed man--he felt his pulsing, dribbling erection twitch and add its own load to the sea of Daddy seed.

He was freed; and not just as the tentacles unwound from his body. He could feel it in his brain; as the tentacle-worm slid back into him to take its place--_as Daddy entered him, claimed him, filled him to the brim and beyond--_his drifting thoughts coalesced and reshaped themselves. Hot. Lustful. Achingly, arousingly gay.

He waded to the edge of the pool and collapsed onto the spongy, fleshy shore. Two more bodies joined him; Jenson, wrapping him in a firm embrace from behind, and Kyle, grinding his cock against the wolf's erection while nursing on Zach's nipples. Just like the younger bear had always loved doing in those dreams he'd had; those fantasies, those memories.

"Jenson..." The wolf looked to the older bear, blushing and groaning and rocking back into that intimate, familiar embrace. Then he looked down to Kyle, stroking between the younger bear's ears as their eyes met; as their lengths pulsed and throbbed and rubbed together, smearing their precum against each others' crotches. His hand slid down Kyle's back to cup the ursine's full, firm ass; groped it, squeezed it, pushed his fingers between the fuzzy cheeks and into the hot, clenching hole between. Right where they belonged. "Son." The word slipped from between Zach's lips without a thought, but it felt good. Right.

And when the younger bear--_the sexy young man he and Jenson had raised into a cum-guzzling, musk-huffing slut just like they were--_smiled and replied, everything clicked into place for Zach. "Daddy."

That's right. He was Kyle's Daddy. Jenson's lover. And...

He looked to his and Jenson's own Daddy--the big, rumbling, crooning, sexy worm-creature looking down at them with warm, loving, paternal eyes. Back in the abandoned town--back before this dream had begun, back before he'd awakened from the dream his life before had been--he'd stared at Daddy's massive form with fear and disgust. Now, the sight of the worm's maw opening wide to invite him in sent a pulse of heat through his groin; the writhing tentacles waved so seductively through the air, and Zach could already smell rich, potent musk on Daddy's huffing breath. He and Jenson and Kyle helped each other to stand, stepped forward while holding their arms out towards that open cavern and those writhing tendrils, and Zach was embraced by his father's strong, muscular arms. As they shared a deep kiss, pressing their bodies together, Zach let out a moan of bliss.

Zach was warm. Zach was safe. Zach was home.

The wolf was swallowed by the worm once more. His body was stroked and squeezed and fucked from both ends by the thick, musk-leaking tentacles in the beast's maw and throat. When he reached Daddy's stomach, he'd find himself in the arms of both Jenson and Kyle once more; his boyfriend, his son, his lovers. And as the gay, incestuous, slutty family made love in the worm's guts, their pleasure became sustenance for Daddy; their arousal and orgasms and love a sweet, nutritious, filling feast for the worm-creature. They'd fuck and suck and cum into and all over each other, pass through Daddy's guts to join the orgy in the worms' hive, and then be swallowed to repeat the cycle once more.

Again, and again, and again.

Forever.