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Pyctoral strode down the hall of the League's headquarter building. Even though it was a secure facility, it was still customary to stay in mask within, so the muscular wolf was wearing his customary silver domino mask and his snug bodysuit. The red metamaterial clung to his chest most blatantly, especially considering the inverted triangular window that spanned the breadth of his collarbone while laying just an inch below. The shape of the opening in his suit came down to join at a point over the cleft of his pectorals, nearly at the solar plexus. Altogether nearly his entire masculine cleavage was exposed. However, the rest of his musculature was left hardly to the imagination by the smooth, snug material.

The lupine hero was on his way to one of the simulation chambers the League had built, intending to get some training in. He paused in his travel as a similarly muscular male stomped out of the computer archive he was about to pass on his left.

Parabolt, a recent addition to the League (to some heroes' objections) wore a black rubber suit that creaked audibly when he moved. His face was covered by way of the suit having an attached cowl that came to the top of his blunt, prominent muzzle. The capybara had golden studs on each of his knuckles, and the boots he wore had gold caps. Much like Pyctoral, his body type was such that his torso formed an inverted triangle. Also like the wolf his suit design accentuated this shape. Across his chest was printed his insignia: a Jacob's ladder with three colored bolts spanning the gap. The angle between the abstracted electrodes mirrored the way that his serratus anterior came down to his external oblique. The electric male had not had the chance to sit down and think about redesigning his suit since he defected from the Guild to join the League.

The wolf altered his route, casually stepping to be in front of Parabolt and stopping with his hands on his defined hips, a pose that jutted his chest forward a bit. That feature was part of his heroic name, after all. "What's wrong, big guy?" Pyctoral smiled congenially.

The rubber-clad capybara started, noticing the established hero the same moment he spoke. Parabolt pressed his lips together firmly enough that they scrunched along his muzzle, inhaling, before he exhaled slowly with his face relaxed. "Sorry, I am just frustrated. No one will help me with the computer system. I decided to stop trying to figure it out on my own before I ended up frying a console." His baritone voice was lightly accented, but in a way that could have meant that he was trying to suppress a stronger affectation.

"Might not be a worry if you didn't wear gloves that have conductors on them." Pyctoral ribbed good-naturedly. "But I know what you mean, they require a certain familiarity. And navigating that on your own..." The wolf looked over at the computer lab, pensively.

Parabolt let out a harrumph at the tease, looking at the back of his left hand and the golden studs there.

The broad-chested lupine casually moved to walk past the large rodent, but then clapped his bare palm onto the rubber covering Parabolt's deltoid. "You need to unwind some."

The capybara turned his head sharply at the sudden contact, before raising a brow enough for his incredulity to be easily seen through his rubber cowl at the declaration.

Pyctoral gave a light squeeze on the other male's shoulder. "I was on my way to the simulation chambers. If you want, you can work out that frustration training."

Parabolt squinted lightly, silently seeming to weigh the offer, but also clearly showing distrust.

Letting go of the rodent's shoulder, the pectacular hero chuckled. "Alright you got me." He pivoted, simultaneously moving closer while making more room in the hallway for smaller heroes and administrative workers to pass easily. This also had the effect of slightly crowding Parabolt between his chest and the wall.

The rodent reacted to this by pivoting to face Pyctoral, leaning back to the wall while crossing his thick arms across his chest with a squirk of rubber against rubber. He raised his brow, expectant of the wolf's new explanation.

Pyctoral chuckled amicably, rubbing the back of his head with the knuckles on his right hand. "See, we never went up against each other out there, before your defection." He smiled with his head tilted downward, easily reading as embarrassed. Though the nature of his mask made it hard to tell just where he was looking. "I always wondered what that match-up would be like."

Slowly, the capybara grinned. "Oh, is that all? Well, I suppose a sparring session would be good for me." He uncrossed his arms and pressed from the wall, starting down the hallway, before pausing and looking back. "They are this way, correct?" Parabolt thumbed in the direction he had started.

The wolf nodded warmly.

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At a large blast door, Pyctoral placed his palm against a reader. "You can choose iris scan if you don't want to let go of wearing gloves." He idly said over his shoulder as a little LED lit up the indicator light green.

Parabolt nodded, shifting a bit in his stance as the doors began to open. He was looking forward to this sparring session. He knew little of Pyctoral except that he could change his body to have different attributes of different materials. Of their comparative sizes they looked like an even match, but with powers in the mix, it wasn't set in stone. The rubber-clad rodent walked through once the doors had fully pulled back far enough to reveal... nothing.

The simulation chamber almost defied the eyes, lit in such a way that Parabolt couldn't tell if the back wall was ten feet or a hundred feet away. Looking to the side, he saw a small control panel setup by the door on the inside. "I'm not familiar with these. The Guild never bothered with such things while I was there."

The wolf stepped around to the other side of the console and started to type at the keyboard. "What sort of scene would you like?" The blast doors began to shut again, as a second display facing the rodent showed that it was programmed for two participants.

The capybara rubbed his metallic knuckles against his chin idly, using the beveled edges to itch at the fur there. It was a habit he had developed because his claws were too blunted by his gloves to be quite effective at such a maneuver. His mind went through various possible situations that he thought that the system might be programmed to recreate, before smiling. "How about a construction site?"

"Alright." Pyctoral scrolled with a ball mouse set into the console before typing again. The forward facing display showed the selection had been entered. "And civilian simulation turned off. This is about combat prowess."

Parabolt nodded, lightly tapping his capped boot against the white floor, curious to see how the simulation worked if it had that sort of setting. "Good idea."

Pressing a button, a chime went off somewhere in the space. The wolf took a step back from the console as a hardened bare earth floor appeared, followed by a myriad of tools and building materials starting to populate the empty space. A bare I-beam frame jutting from a cement footing appeared on the far side of the space, giving the capybara an idea of distance, finally. "Any ground rules? No hitting below the belt, no sleeper holds, that sort of thing..."

The broad-shouldered capybara pondered this. He was sure that the hero wouldn't do anything that could incapacitate him, either due to holding back from lethal force or his own ability to defend himself. Parabolt smiled. "Oh, I can handle anything you throw at me. We want to simulate a real fight after all. No holds barred."

Pyctoral idly licked his lips as he checked on the console, scrolling through settings while the site continued to populate, a bundle of rebar appearing next to some coiled up chain. "And of course, you can always tap out if things get too intense."

Scoffing, Parabolt put one fist on his hip, dusting his chin with the back of his glove to one side. He paused, and looked back towards the console. The forward display showed 'hero' and 'villain' with Pyctoral and Parabolt entered respectively. He scrunched his muzzle to one side, shifting his stance to be a bit more forward. "Does the simulation really need 'sides' for sparring?"

The wolf chuckled amicably, and pressed a button. His name and Parabolt's reversed in the display. "If you like, I could play the bad guy for you. Get you some heroism practice."

Raising his brow incredulously, the capybara glanced between the display and the heroic wolf on the other side. "I didn't realize there'd be roleplay involved."

"Other heroes have often come to me to train against due to my ability to replicate certain unusual qualities." Pyctoral explained as he pressed a button on the console. Suddenly his suit began to change. The primary red was replaced with a less saturated green in a wave across the metamaterial, silver accents appearing all over his suit to match his mask. The mask itself grew more angular, more mimicking the shape of his chest window. The bluish-grey parts of his fur looked more lavender, better aligning with his new outfit.

With his physical transformation complete, the wolf smiled over at Parabolt. "Besides..." He stepped out from behind the console as it vanished, letting out a far less friendly chuckle. "Who said anything about roleplay?"

Parabolt's eyes widened and he was suddenly glad that his cowl covered his cheeks. He could feel his cheeks heat up as the heroic lupine's sudden change in demeanor sent him blushing.

Stalking towards the de facto hero of the simulation, the wolf's chest and arms flexed, swelling against the tight metamaterials. Pyctoral smirked an arrogant slant across his muzzle as his face pointed directly at Parabolt's own. Again, because of the nature of his mask hiding his iris and pupils from sight, it was hard to tell exactly where he was looking, and why that made him lick his lips salaciously.

Trying to control his heartbeat, the broad-shouldered rodent found himself already on the back foot before a single blow had been exchanged. And most worryingly, his blush wasn't fading. Every intimidation display the wolf broadcast was striking somewhere deep in Parabolt's mind, and flipping switches in directions he was sure were unintentional. Or at least that he hoped were unintentional. He tried to beat back his flustered feelings, watching how the muscular wolf moved.

When Pyctoral stopped flexing, the capybara saw his opening. The distance had been closed such that he could just shift his weight, wind back and punch right at the white fur exposed on his chest. Parabolt went for the sternum, only to nearly lose balance as his fist just kept going forward after meeting the cleft of the relaxed muscles.

The broad-chested wolf grasped Parabolt's shoulders in his hands, holding him firmly in place. He was showing no pain at having an arm buried nearly to the elbow in what should have been the bones protecting his vital organs. In fact, he was rumbling, a low lascivious croon escaping when he parted his jaws to speak. "Oh, you didn't say anything about feeding yourself to me. Or... did you not know that men vanish into my chest, feeding my powerful muscles?"

Parabolt shuddered, repositioning his booted feet on the packed earth to get himself better leverage to yank his hand back. Unfortunately, at that moment the muscular lupine flexed his chest tightly. If anything, the capybara felt his hand sink deeper. Seeing his elbow nestled into the valley between his opponent's pectorals, hearing those teasing words... he couldn't really, could he?

Pyctoral leaned his muzzle in close to the other male's ear, growling in a breathy baritone rumble. "Why do you think I have a chest window?"

The rubber-clad super clenched his fist tight within. Parabolt released a stun-gun's amperage from his knuckles directly into the chest. It certainly wouldn't relax those muscles, but it might stun the wolf enough to halt his advance. The capybara felt his rubber suit getting tight in the groin as his conflicted mind dealt with all this new information.

As he hoped, Pyctoral quivered, letting go of his shoulders. As he expected, the wolf's chest squeezed even tighter on his arm. As he'd feared, the growling voice returned, unphased. "Ooh, electro-stimulus..."

Parabolt thoughtlessly let out an undignified squeak and braced his free arm against the top of the chest window, astride the deep valley holding the other. The electric rodent yanked hard, twisting his whole torso like he was trying to start a lawnmower. His hand came free with a ripping sound, and the capybara staggered out of easy arm's reach. The broad-shouldered male panted heavily, shifting into a ready stance, arms settled below his shoulders and wound up to punch again.

"Next punch won't get free so easy." The wolf licked his lips and tilted his head towards the hand that had been buried into his bosom.

To not take his eyes off his opponent, the capybara raised that arm up into his vision beside the broad-chested lupine. He shuddered as he saw his bare brown fur instead of the rubber of his suit. There was a clean tear at his elbow, and none of his glove that had passed into the dark valley had been allowed to return.

Pyctoral mirrored the arm pose, extending his fingers. With a flourish of those digits back into a fist, the rubber glove appeared, as if bursting from his flesh, even passing through the sleeve of his suit to layer on top. The black rubber was all there, complete with the golden studs across the knuckles. The wolf's, however, looked purposefully cut at the elbow, a straight hem unlike the uneven tear where it came from. "I can also repurpose anything I absorb.... Just with strong heroes like you, I feel you have your best purpose as my muscles..." He groped his chest as the glove sank back into his flesh like it had never been there. "I suppose you are wondering how many grace my frame?" The lupine's growl verged on the purr of a cat toying with a mouse. "I'm afraid I've lost count. But I remember every one... and I'll remember you too, my sweet."

Sure that his ears would have been glowing red if they were exposed by his cowl, Parabolt wound back and lunged again. This time, the flustered hero aimed right for the smirking jaw.

The smug grin parted, jaws opening wider than the capybara was expecting the lupine's could. The dark gullet at the back of his maw was right where his fist was on a collision course with. Pyctoral even leaned forward to close the distance to his oncoming meal.

At the last moment, Parabolt locked his elbow at mid-extension while letting his shoulder continue around. Sparks visibly arcing across his exposed arm, he reversed the rotation of his torso to give an electrified backhand to the side of the wolf's head. His hand connected and travelled across the path of his originally planned punch without getting caught in the open jaws. The rodent used his momentum to pull back, dancing back to be out of reach. He was panting openly from exertion, watching the stationary wolf carefully

Pyctoral didn't seem to be as affected by the charge unloaded into the side of his jaw as the mere kinetic hit of the impact. And even then he was unphased. His head turned to stay pointed at his prey as he moved.

Without approaching, the capybara jabbed powerfully with his left hand. Arcs of electricity leapt from his intact glove's golden electrodes and right into Pyctoral, all three bolts connecting just beneath the ribs. Parabolt carefully aimed for a spot that, if he were facing someone with normal anatomy, would have a strong effect.

The lupine chuckled darkly. "You can save your lightning." He rubbed a bare hand over the white fur on his chest, smoothing it down to a glossy surface. In a wave from that contact, his fur coat changed to what appeared to be polished rubber. "I can take on the qualities of what I have absorbed, as well.

Parabolt took a step back, as if he had been struck by the words. He stared openly at the wolf, shuddering. He'd never felt so powerless before... then again, before he defected he had mostly dealt with security and police, apart from his clashes with Zuma. But he and the feline couldn't actually counter each other's abilities directly, making things a bit more evenly matched.

And why on earth was it turning him on so much? The capybara shifted his stance, hoping that that aspect wasn't being broadcast by his elastic choice of costuming.

"You know, when I come to collect a hero, I expect them to fight with some kind of finesse." Pyctoral taunted with a rumble, crossing his arms over his chest. "Not just punching and striking with such insignificant force and no strategy at all..."

Parabolt swallowed. The wolf was right, he wasn't thinking strategically. The rodent had suggested the construction site for its improvised weapons, large amounts of conductive metal, and plenty of barriers to use to gain an advantage. He hadn't bothered to even assess what he had to work with. His eyes darted around.

With the simulation in full effect, even the white walls were hidden, probably as part of a projection of the cityscape surrounding the site. It was a moonlit night with plenty of bright lamps illuminating the open space they stood in, but stepping out of it, shadows would likely be easier to take advantage of.

On this thought, Parabolt darted to a nearby cement divider and vaulted it, tucking himself down on the far side from his opponent. He began to crawl carefully, intending to pop out elsewhere that the wolf wouldn't expect.

Pyctoral's baritone voice called out. "You know, rubber isn't the best material for stealth. Pretty squeaky over there... then again you are a rodent."

The capybara froze at this. He took a deep breath and looked down between his hands, trying to not let the words get to him. There was a length of chain coiled up. Stealth was already out the window with his suit... the noisy metal links couldn't hurt. Most importantly, as he looked over the loops, he formulated a plan.

Parabolt grasped the length of links in his still gloved hand, feeling along the cement divider as he crouch-walked a few paces, before getting frustrated with staying cramped and off-balance when he wasn't trying to hide any longer. The rubber-clad male vaulted the divider and landed with both boots. In the same motion he let a good length of chain go free from the loop in his hand.

Pyctoral was there, standing about fifteen feet away, arms crossed over his chest and already pivoted to face where the electric hero had jumped into view. "Oh, I'm dying to see what you do here..." His voice maintained the playful, confident rumble that had kept the electric male's cheeks burning beneath his cowl.

Spreading his stance, Parabolt began to spin the length of chain, sparks starting to dance along between the links. He spun it from one side of his torso to the other, changing his grip to his dominant hand. He flicked his bare arm in a rapid movement over his cowled head and sent the length swinging. He let loose, the other end of the coil still in his gloved hand. The chain's curved trajectory sent it crossing the gap between the two muscular men. The charge was keeping the links snugly together, adding rigidity to the improvised weapon as it swung. Then, just before it crossed into arms reach of the wolf he rapidly swapped hands again, sending an undulating wave along the chain.

This added a whipping motion to the tip, changing angle and direction of the strike much like when he had turned a punch into a backhand.

Pyctoral casually raised his fist, his hand turning noticeably metallic as the chain wrapped around his suit-covered arm.

Parabolt squeezed tight on the chain. He had forced his opponent to change to a material conductive to electricity, this time it would surely have an effect! Electricity surged, filling the air with the smell of ozone.

And yet the wolf remained unphased. The broad-chested male chuckled, holding his arm stationary. "You see, the skin effect means that a current will pass through a conductor that is on the surface of an object, rather than through the core of the object if said core is less conductive..." Pyctoral raised his boot to reveal he'd formed one of Parabolt's knuckle electrodes into the sole. Directly beneath it, the packed earth was molten-hot from the energy that had been unloaded into it. "Gave me a bit of hot foot, is all."

The capybara clenched his teeth firmly and gripped the chain. He re-engaged the magnetic field through current control, making sure the chain stayed rigid.

Pyctoral felt the current change and the links seem to squeeze tighter on his arm. The wolf extended the arm forward, and then yanked back firmly, twisting his torso back for leverage.

Rather than be pulled off-balance, Parabolt was already running forward. The fingers on his hand released the chain, forming a ring between his fingertips and thumb. Arcs travelled between the pads of his digits and the metal as he began to use his current to pull the chain through his open grasp via induction. This kept the tension on the links while sending the slack out behind him.

The broad-chested wolf extended his arm in a strong flick, sending torque towards the oncoming rodent.

As the wave of links traversed, threatening to pull the chain fully out of the open grasp when it met with the electric hero, Parabolt threw his feet forward as if to stop himself abruptly. He used his momentum to bend his knees, and then leapt. He clenched his fist down on the chain once he left the simulated earth, gripping firmly and yanking back sharply on it as he rotated in midair, bringing both treaded boots forward into a drop kick.

Pyctoral even seemed to be pulled off balance by the yank, his torso turning back to perpendicular with the oncoming attack and...

The capybara's eyes widened as he realized his mistake too late. Like before, what should have been an impact kept going. Parabolt felt a familiar pressure around both feet and calves, clenching down. The short length of chain left between the pair was held taut, arm to hand.

The lupine rumbled, licking his lips as he brought his free arm forward to support Parabolt's hip. "Forgot how you lost your glove so easily... or were you just so frustrated you didn't think?"

Blushing furiously, Parabolt flexed his legs, using his free hand to strike at the gripping claw on his hip. If he could drop his center of gravity, maybe torque would be on his side to free his feet. To his dismay, the supporting hand was immobile, not reacting at all to his strike as the chest around his legs crept up to his knees with a firm flex.

"This time I'm not settling for part of your suit." Pyctoral rumbled, raising an eyebrow coyly, starting to pull backwards on the chain. At the same time, his grip on the other male's hip pulled towards the open window in his suit. The wolf's chest performed another greedy contraction, dragging both rubber-clad knees into the depths of the impossible valley.

The capybara continued to squirm as he was dragged closer, feeling his thighs being compressed by the slabs of powerful muscle. He panted heavily from exertion, splaying his toes... his eyes widened as he realized he could spread his toes. His boots were already gone. His bare feet were pressed to directly by the flexing, greedy muscles. Parabolt dropped the chain entirely, bending forward to push at Pyctoral's shoulders with both hands.

The grinning lupine shook his arm to let the coil of chain fall to the ground and then flexed both arms in a strongman pose. The resulting clench pulled Parabolt's legs the rest of the way in, leaving the capybara's muscular glutes sitting on the edge of pectacular oblivion with his torso twisted awkwardly.

Panting heavily, the capybara maintained the strained posture to keep pressing at his predator's shoulders. The rubber-clad hero clenched his jaw. He could feel the deep, pleased rumble of the wolf directly against the bulge of his loins in his suit. He felt the material give up trying to contain the swelling and his mounting erection press free of the hidden jock to bulge out the rubber over his abs. Parabolt shifted his hips, adjusting his grip to plant a palm on each broad pectoral, outside of the chest window.

"It's alright to feel aroused about this." Pyctoral rumbled low, crooning and teasing. "After all, I'm quite affected as well..."

Parabolt twisted a bit, looking over his shoulder and down towards the ground, towards the wolf's leg. His struggling froze and his shaft visibly pressed out harder on his suit. His eyes had landed on the distended shape of the wolf's own growing arousal, pressed all the way along his defined quadriceps to the knee.

It still appeared to be growing, straining the green and silver suit. The wolf put both his hands on the capybara's forearms. "It's a pity I couldn't have bent you over and claimed you that way first..." He licked his lips lasciviously. "I can settle for consuming you utterly, however." He flexed his chest again, dragging on the rodent's hips and working his blatant arousal out of sight into the deep crevice the wolf always made sure was visible.

Panting, the rubber-clad male couldn't help himself. He started grinding needily into the powerful slab of muscle as it contracted and rippled, dragging him deeper. He didn't care if that made it easier for him to take in. If anything, the fact that he started to sink in faster with his movements just stoked the electric capybara's lust.

Pyctoral smirked. "Well, since it's unlikely you're going to tap out..." He slid Parabolt's left hand across the suit to the exposed white fur and guided the gloved fingers right into his man-eating chest.

Frozen at the realization of what just happened, Parabolt breathed heavily... at any time... he could have just tapped out and ended this... he still could. He looked down at his right hand, shuddering. He swallowed, lips parted in a moment of indecision.

"Of course, a villain would never pass up the opportunity to consume a hero..." The wolf slowly sent the right hand to join the capybara's hip. He lingered on it, long enough that Parabolt knew he could have managed to tap out...

He felt the constraining rubber around his loins be absorbed away, and his throbbing erection was pressed directly against the inside of the powerful pectoral. Parabolt moaned weakly, extending his own right arm the rest of the way to let it be caught, panting.

"That's a good hero, knowing where you belong..." Pyctoral growled, raising both of his powerful arms over his head. He grasped his fingers together just in front of his ears and flexed firmly. Pulsing clench after rolling muscle contraction, his body eclipsed more and more of his quarry.

Parabolt felt the powerful muscles creeping around his broad shoulders, shuddering as he continued to desperately grind within his pectoral prison, panting lustfully. He couldn't help himself. Whatever in him the wolf had touched upon was too strong to resist. He let out a soft whine as he realized just how much he wanted to be claimed, taken by another powerful man... by a villain even...

The lupine grunted with effort as his white chest closed firmly over the rubber-clad deltoids, then synched in all the way to the neck. Pyctoral groaned appreciatively, shifting his hips a bit against the straining of his super suit.

The capybara meanwhile, found his muzzle facing up with the powerful chest creeping up around his head on either side. Over the curve of the continental shelf, beyond the deep valley and the hem of the chest window, he could only see the lustful, smug look on Pyctoral's muzzle. Parabolt panted needily, shifting his arm as best as he could with tight muscles keeping them pinned to his form, grasping at his arousal desperately.

As he did so, he found himself much more easily able to stroke himself than he'd have thought. He curled his toes, distantly knowing that at the distance between Pyctoral's chest and back, there was no way he should fit. But the white mountains were closing in around his face as he sank deeper into the valley, seeing the top of the chest window at the bottom of his vision. Parabolt tilted his head back as best he could with the chasm scrunching his rubber-clad cheeks. Breathing in shallow quivering breaths, he saw the angled bottom of the opening in the suit along with the packed earth and the various tools. His view of the simulated construction yard became a line, and then darkness.

Parabolt was lost in tightness, closing in from all around. Certain times he felt resistance against his movement, but he could never sure where it would be next. Mostly it was just pressure. He had no concept of direction, or even gravity anymore. The pressure was increasing, but he still worked at his shaft. Silently he wished it would get even tighter... then he got an idea.

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Pyctoral panted heavily, rubbing over his chest with both hands. Below the surface of his muscle, the shape of the rodent writhed. A set of capybara toes here, his blunt muzzle there... The wolf hooked a finger into the lower corner of his chest window and yanked outward. His pulsing shaft eagerly flopped up to push between his swollen, squirming pecs. He flexed his biceps hard against his writhing chest as he ground his pointed tip into the valley Parabolt had vanished into.

Suddenly, the lavender-furred lupine tensed, shuddering as he felt a jolt of electricity into his muscles. For a moment he wondered if the capybara was going to struggle again, but then he realized the effect the charge had on his chest just now, as it had before when it was just the electric hero's arm, to squeeze the wolf's muscles down tight.

Pyctoral groaned and ground his shaft up into his masculine cleavage more intently. "Ten..."

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Deep inside, the capybara wondered why the greedy wolf had said that... then the word 'nine' resonated around him. And 'eight'. The muscular walls were contracting more rhythmically again, like when he was being swallowed. Parabolt blushed deeply. He was 'down for the count'. When the wolf reached 'one'...

He shuddered, jerking at himself harder, having a deadline to reach climax before he had no other choice.

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"One." At the end of the countdown Pyctoral clenched down hard, his whole chest contracting down towards the size it had been before it consumed a man, even the shifting forms inside smoothing over in favor of his stone-hard slabs of muscle.

The wolf threw back his head and howled as he felt the proper absorption begin. Over the course of the cry, his voice went from baritone to bass, resonating against the walls of the simulation chamber. At the same time his chest fully contracted to its original size, but only for a moment.

Suddenly, the pecs surged outward in size, followed by his biceps and triceps, his deltoids and trapezius. Bulk surged through each of his muscle groups in a wave from the point of consumption. As the wave met his extremities, a return wave of tensing up surged back. But instead of converging on the chest, it met the root of his rigid shaft. The sex organ gained size, thickening and lengthening enough to push the tip out the top of his cleavage into the inside of the suit above the chest window.

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Parabolt had lost track of where he ended and the warmth surging around him began. He felt as though his muscles were flexing in sequence, his cock twitching on the edge of orgasm as they reversed their order.

Then, the consumed male felt himself dragged deeper still...

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The lupine growled, his bass rumble surging into a snarl as his muscles all flexed once more. His whole body swelled, gaining height in a surge. His head rose by over a foot as each muscle group experienced a second expansion, even while the sensation of growth made his knees bend further. And then arcs of electricity danced along his canine member as it broke free of the suit, jutting out in front of his panting jaws.

Pyctoral pushed out and down at the navel-facing side of his cock firmly, forcing the bottom corner of his chest window to slide down to his swollen knot. Lightning trailed between his chest and shaft, dancing across his pecs as well. Each pulsing throb raised the amperage as he lurched towards the edge. The lupine huffed and growled in a rolling bass as he finally struck climax: "You're MINE, Hero." Rope after girthy rope of lupine seed splattered to the packed earth floor yards in front of him, each pump leaving a trail in its wake nearly to just beneath the pointed tip of his jolting maleness.

It felt like an hour to the massively muscled wolf before his flow ended, shaft still twitching as it leaked thick wolf cum from the slit. He still felt an electric tingle in his member and his chest, but it wasn't as blatant as it had been at his release. His chest heaved with his panting, before he extended his knees and stood upright again. He kept his hand on the top of his shaft, keeping the length outside of his strained suit for the time being. Fully upright, he must have stood over two feet taller than when he'd entered the chamber. "End simulation." He ordered in a rumbling bass.

In a wave from his mask, his suit returned to its original design and coloration. His fur returned to its natural hue as his mask reverted fully. As the change hit the floor, the earth faded, leaving only white behind. The construction site rippled away, leaving the enhanced wolf alone in the room.

With his free hand, Pyctoral cupped his massive chest, squeezing at the overhang his shelf of a set of pecs gave over his abs.

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Parabolt felt a surge of joy as he was cradled and squeezed by a familiar touch. The former capybara wasn't sure what was going on, but it was warm and everything felt good. Everything contracted on him, a full body embrace.

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The wolf held like that for a moment, before releasing the tension in his chest, smiling. He could feel just how comfortable his passenger was as part of his muscles. He stroked over his pec again, running a thumb along the cleft between the two slabs of meat. "If I was a real villain, I might never let you go."

Deep inside, Pyctoral felt the former capybara quiver, flustered by this line of thought.

The lupine grinned a bit at that reaction. "Then again, I could get used to your electricity powers being mine..." The wolf crooned to his carnivorous chest. "And all this size..."

The spent shaft started to pulse back towards full erection, sparks once again arcing along its length. Pyctoral moaned, his bass voice resonating in the room again. "Hey... behave or I'll never want to let you go."

Quivering at the surge of pleasure that ran up his shaft, he realized he should stop teasing or he'd never be able to get his cock to go down. Pyctoral hadn't gone in realizing just how effective his flirting was going to be, and in hindsight, he had leaned a bit too hard into his role when he noticed Parabolt blushing. The oversized lupine panted a bit, looking over himself.

With his new size, the wolf's chest window was more of a torso window, his cock pointing up and out of it like a pylon. It would be no trouble to hook the bottom corner of the opening around his girthy knot to keep his whole front exposed, aside from the giant cock in the way of the view. That wouldn't exactly be a more appropriate look for walking back through headquarters to his suite he shared with Phasian. He sighed, and started forming up rubber from Parabolt's suit to fill in the gaps and do his best to hide his insistent arousal. "You're lucky my boyfriend's weak to electricity or else I'd go pound his brains out with how horny you've made me."

Another jolt of electricity arced between the fleshy meat and the broad chest before both were encased in black rubber.