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Catching Up to the Big Guy

SynTech Slushpile #14

By Danath

Characters © Libra

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Despite being well into his 20s, Heart the orca couldn't shake his boyish good looks. Perhaps it was his smooth, supple skin, constantly gleaming in the light, as it squeezed against the thing wrestling onesie the orca wore. It hugged his belly, ending in a deep curve below his well-formed pecs, and allowed the top half of black and white chest colorings to peek through the straps that stretched past his nipples and over his shoulders. The black skin covering his shoulders dipped between his pecs, forming a point between the round white muscles, and creating a large white heart that stretched down his belly, with the point ending somewhere in the bulging crotch of the blue onesie. The orca's legs spread as he pressed his bare arms upwards, grunting as he pushed the heavy bar into the air above his chest.

He inhaled deep on the way down, causing his tight outfit to squeeze around his thick thighs, which despite their muscular bulging remained soft and satisfyingly plump to gaze upon, especially considering the extra wide tail spreading over the end of the press-up bench and splaying across the floor, white on the bottom and black on top. The bifurcated tip smacked across the concrete as Heart let out a huge grunt, extending the bar with a few hundred pounds of weights over and over. The orca's biceps and pecs strained as he pushed himself to finish the reps properly, though by the end his arms wiggled side to side as he tried to rack the bar.

An enormous palm cast a shadow across Heart's black and white head. Giant fingers, each digit as thick around as Heart's forearm, grasped the bar and curled forward, showing the overlapping, darker brown scales covering the top of the hand and continuing along the top of the arm towards the shoulder.

And what an arm it was. Heart's eyes followed the bulging bicep to the enormous shoulders, almost forgetting he was supposed to be racking the heavy weights in his hands as his eyes traveled across the dragon's pale, taut chest. Fully bare up top, each muscle shifted as the giant male stepped behind Heart's head and grinned down at him.

Glamer's wide, short muzzle spread into a friendly smile as he gently tugged on the bar. The dragon's pecs twitched as Heart blinked and flushed slightly pink around the cheeks, but a moment later the bar clanked into its setting. Heart sat up, breathing hard - and not just because of his strenuous lifting regimen - as Glamer leaned forward, allowing the smooth, tan undersides of his arms to rest on top of the bar. He towered over Heart at just over 11 feet tall, all of it pure draconic muscle. His smooth, dark brown scales, which ran from his heavy brow, over the top of his head, and down his neck before spreading across his back, all the way down to the wide set dragon's rump, where his only article of clothing struggled to remain in place. The lime green speedo bulged obscenely over Glamer's thighs, drooping down and forward past the stitched lines of the thigh-holes of the bikini, over-packed with a shaft that, when freed, stretched to the enormous male's knees. Heart knew this, having timed his showers to coincide with the enormous dragon's on more than one occasion.

“Hey, that's a pretty good set," Glamer said. His voice wasn't as deep as would be expected from such a large male. The dragon grinned as he flexed his biceps, making the wide, round muscles bounce above his dense, deep-cut abdominals. “Pretty soon you'll be lifting more than me."

Heart leaned forward, arms on his knees, head turned to the side so he could enjoy the view. The big dragon had custom-ordered clothes to wear outside the gym, but it was nearly impossible for him to find sweatpants or gym shorts that didn't tear across his scales because they were too small for his thighs and calves, let alone his hips. So he settled for the drooping bikini briefs, much to Heart's continuing enjoyment.

“Thanks, but I doubt that," the orca said, eyes going wide when Glamer straightened and casually lifted the bar with one hand, curling it like it was a handheld dumbbell. “I really doubt that."

“You never know!" Glamer said, grinning down at the smaller orca past his scaled muzzle. “Anyways, you about done? I think I'm gonna hit the showers."

Heart nodded, and hoped he wasn't going to pop a boner on the way just thinking about it. As he walked with the enormous dragon to the showers, the unlikely workout duo chatted about the exercises they'd done and plans for the rest of the week. On Fridays, they compared gains, though after almost a year Heart had yet to win a week.

The shower tested the orca even more than his hardcore weightlifting regimen. Despite his efforts, Heart retained a smooth, round appearance that no amount of muscle could seem to dispel. His eyes watched the water and soap cascading from Glamer's glossy brown overlapping scales with a mixture of lust and envy, and he ended up having to end his shower early when he realized he was chubbing up. The orca was impressive, of course, but everyone felt tiny next to Glamer.

After getting dressed, the orca and dragon said their goodbyes, waving to each other and the employee on duty at the counter, a muscular white tiger. Back at home, Heart found a note pinned to the door of his apartment.

“Movers came by with a delivery, so I opened your apartment to let them in. They set it up in your living room. - L"

Delivery? An order? Heart quickly unlocked the door, wondering if there'd be some sort of mistake, as he hadn't ordered anything recently, let alone anything that required setup.

And he definitely did not order a complete set of top-of-the-line workout equipment. His living room was transformed - his couch shoved to the side, the TV squeezed into the corner, the bookshelves and coffee table gone entirely. In its place: large posters of heavyweight lifting champions pinned haphazardly into the drywall, a metal shelf full of empty plastic shaker bottles and half a dozen tubs of protein powder, and large rubber, spongy mats on the floor. And of course, the equipment.

“Oh, wow!"

It gleamed, shiny and new, so fresh from the packaging Heart swore he could smell the factory still. The bench press sat in the middle, already racked up with the same amount of weight as he'd pumped at the gym earlier. There was also a squat lift station and a rack of dumbbells and kettle weights of various pounds. It was everything a home lifter could dream of. The white paint along the bars featured a prominent, bold uppercase “A" in the corners, but otherwise there was no branding that made it obvious which company sent it or who was supposed to receive the equipment.

Heart peeked into his bedroom, where he discovered another marvel of heavy duty construction: a treadmill several feet wider than any he saw at the local gym, with a base composed of what appeared to be heavy-duty coil springs to dampen the impact. The controls were six feet high, though the legs, Heart saw, were adjustable. But who in the world would need such a large treadmill?

Shaking his head, Heart wandered through his living room, admiring the sheen on the immaculate black weights and the glossy white paint on the rest of it. The leather pads on the bench press, which featured a leg press station at one end, were striped like a tiger's pelt, a flash of style on the otherwise simple, straightforward equipment.

What was the orca supposed to do? It was well after eight o'clock, so the company that shipped it was probably already closed. Regardless, Heart reasoned as he moved towards the bench press, they'd realize their error when the intended recipient called in demanding to know where their thousands of dollars of equipment was. In the meantime, before the delivery people came to reclaim the brand new workout material, Heart reckoned it wouldn't hurt to give it a go. The orca had always wanted a home gym, but it just hadn't been practical because of his budget. It would be fun to know what it was like, even for a night…

The orca's arms, already burning from the previous session, still straightened easily, lifting the large bar from the cradle. Even the bar was larger than normal, and Heart's tail didn't trail over the end of the bench, but actually stopped quite a few feet short. The orca huffed and puffed as he pumped his arms, pecs aching in that good, deep way that Heart knew meant he was really hitting home with this session. Before he realized it, the orca was on the squat station, thighs bulging and straining. And when had he changed into his workout clothes again? His shirt got even wetter and damper as sweat poured down the orca's shoulders and neck. His wide hips flexed outwards as he dropped low with the huge bar across his shoulders, then grunted and strained to push back up, loving every moment of the hard exercise.

By the time he wrapped things up on the treadmill, Heart could barely stand. He leaned into the bar holding up the control panel, gasping for breath, aching from the top of his smooth head to the tip of his wide tail. He hadn't felt like this since he first started working out so many years ago.

The heat of the shower did little to relieve the tension and ache in Heart's shoulders. The orca slumped against the tiles of the shower as the steaming hot water splashed across his chest and belly, merely washboard smooth despite his constant efforts.

The orca blinked, and realized he was on his couch, legs kicked up onto the cushions, sipping a protein shake with one hand while the other was… was…

The thick-hipped orca grunted. His toes wiggled in unison as streams of thick white cum shot from his fully aroused maleness, dripping and dribbling down his wrist and belly. On the television in the corner, loud grunts and moans echoed through the room, matching his own volume, as he instinctively squeezed his hand, stroking harder. He couldn't remember starting to masturbate, but he wasn't about to complain as his hips jerked upwards off the cushions, pumping into his hand as his eyes locked onto the television, where grainy, hardcore porn played. On screen, an enormous brown stallion pumped a squealing pinto across a few bales of hay. Heart's eyes narrowed, watching as the enormous shaft plunged into the smaller male's hips, and his own shaft lurched, pumping a few more thick arcs of seed that splattered across his taut pecs. Heart gasped, flopping back onto the couch, ignoring the dribbles of seed soaking into the cushions around him as his heart raced. He closed his eyes and tried to take deep breaths, but every little move sent shocks of pleasure up his cock, which remained fully hard in his fingers.

“Nnnngghhh… the fuck," Heart gasped, shivering as his fingers worked their way down to the plump, swollen white balls sagging into the wet cushions between his thighs. “Oh, fuck, yes…"

The orca grinned, lips curling upwards, as he watched the scene fade out. As he stroked harder, the orca's wide muzzle dropped open and his large red tongue fell forward. On the screen, a new picture faded in from black, of the same massive stallion, but this time with a muscular fox. Heart's groans rippled through the air, matching the oversized stallion as the big horse mounted the large fox underneath him. Heart squeezed his cock, grunting as the familiar feelings surged through him. His eyes widened and his body tensed as he locked onto the scene, wanting nothing more in that moment than to be in the stallion's place, showing some thick, muscular slut who the real boss was…

The orca groaned as he came again. The splatters of rich white seed, even more plentiful than the first, drizzled down his sides and splashed onto the floor as he bucked, humping into both hands as his cock fired, though his eyes remained locked onto the screen.

By the time the scene faded and the next one began, Heart thought his chest would explode. He'd never felt so hot, so horny in all his life, not even after he “accidentally" got a pawful of Glamer's surprisingly soft rump one time. The new scene made Heart's foot kick into the arm of the couch. It broke in two, sagging as the fabric was all that remained keeping it together. The orca didn't notice - or didn't care - as he pumped his paws right on through the second orgasm. An intense gleam filled his eyes as he watched the third scene of the noisy porn film unfold, this time featuring an even more muscular bottom - a dragon - spreading open for the stallion.

Heart started cumming and didn't stop. He gasped and shuddered as thick seed pooled in his belly button and between his pecs. Seed squeezed from the cushions underneath him as his shoulders rolled backwards, legs stretching past the broken arm as his cock fired again and again, nonstop, each splatter of musky white seed adding to the substantial mess already present. Gooey, thick white ooze dripped down the orca's body as he watched the dragon squeal and wriggle, hips shaking and rump jiggling as the stallion's fat maleness flexed forward, opening him up with a brutal roughness the orca couldn't stand.

His fingers clenched as he pumped his hips hard, holding his wide tail off of the couch as shots of jizz splattered across the floor beyond his head in increasingly large quantities. The empty protein shake bottle tipped over as droplets of thick seed as big as golf balls erupted and flung across empty space with each squeeze and clench of his paws.

The orca's eyes went wide, unseeing, glazed and dilated all at once. His muzzle went limp first, followed by his shoulders. His hips squelched down into the couch cushions, causing a visible wave of thick white orca jizz to squeeze from the sides of the couch like he was wringing out a sponge. Heart groaned, deep and guttural, before the orca's legs twitched and fell limp along with the rest of him. His paws fell to his sides as his cock, still jerking and slapping across his belly, released one more blast of cum after another. Heart gasped for air, pleasure overwhelming his senses as the heat of his lust turned into an all-consuming fire. As shots of seed ricocheted from between his pecs to splatter his open muzzle, giving him a taste of his own essence, the orca's whole body shuddered involuntarily.

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Heart woke up feeling… good. The orca grinned up at the ceiling. What a crazy dream that had been. As if it were possible for anyone to cum that much anyways. The orca sat up and turned to the side, still under his covers on the bed, but then paused. A funny look crossed his face as he stared at his thighs, where the obvious outline of a massive, flaccid cock stretched against the sheets. The black stalk curled back towards his belly, keeping the fabric from outlining the large testicles Heart could feel accompanied it.

It was huge. Massive. He'd never been this hung, not ever. And that wasn't all. Heart's breathing quickened, huffing from enormous nostrils, as he gazed down at the broad expanse of muscle flexing and stretching across his chest. Each pec was several feet across, round and full, hovering over top of his immense belly. The smooth white skin pulled in around his pecs before stretching across the huge expanse of his muscle-gut. It shifted with each breath as he pulled away the sheets, revealing the equally impressive maleness draping over his thighs. It was thick, easily as big around as his own huge bicep, and his balls more than filled his hand. Heart groaned and his cock jerked as he wrapped his smooth fingers around the plump flesh, giving it an experimental squeeze.

What had happened? The orca tried to think. He'd come home, found the equipment, then… then…

Heat flushed in the orca's body. A smile spread across his face as his fingers stroked with confidence down the veiny length of shaft, until his fingers squeezed the broad white tip. He was just imagining things. What a dream, to make him imagine he'd ever been so small.

Heart grunted as he stood up and let his fat shaft flop down over his balls. The orca's head almost scraped the ceiling, well over eleven feet tall, maybe past twelve. His smooth head widened into impossibly thick shoulders, bulging with power and strength, black on the back and white on the front. His backside rippled, smooth skin glinting and dimpling around each divot formed by the powerful muscles and shoulder blades. His toned, round rump was taut, hard enough to bounce a quarter off of, and squeezed side to side as he strutted down the hall. As tall as he was, the enormous orca looked squat thanks to his beefy, muscular proportions and thick, barrel-like chest, belly, and hips. The only “curves" the orca sported were his pecs and biceps. That didn't stop him from performing his regular morning ritual with practiced ease. As he left the hallway, his massive hand shot out to the side without looking, grasping a bottle of protein powder and an empty shaker bottle. A fresh towel he'd thoughtfully left behind for himself the night before waited as well, draped over the door handle. Within a few minutes, fresh drink in hand, the orca was ready for his morning workout.

The new equipment was the best purchase he'd made. The orca's enormous cock scraped across the rubber mats each time his hips dropped, sinking low enough that his enormous white testicles also flattened across the protective mats, with each and every rep on the squat bar. Heart grinned, eyes narrowing as he found himself lost in thought during the reps. He'd been eyeing that cutie at the gym for long enough, he thought… today would be the day he'd make that hot piece of ass moan for him, all right.

The orca grunted, then racked the weight with ease and stepped forward, flexing both arms and admiring his reflection in the mirror above the television for a few minutes, before he showered and dressed. The orca's specially tailored clothes were made to fit his oversized body, but underwear was still tricky to find, and the tailors never seemed to make the crotches quite baggy enough. The orca's massive length pressed down the left leg of his jeans, fully outlined and visible, while his huge balls swelled in the crotch and his right leg. He adjusted himself as comfortably as he could, then give his sleeveless muscle T a tug so that it hung down past his pecs, obscuring less than half of his incredibly cut belly.

Heart left his apartment with his wallet in his pocket and the broken, cum-soaked couch in tow with one large hand. The giant orca grinned at his neighbor as they boarded the elevator together. The stink of musk quickly filled the small space, and as Heart tapped his toes and stared ahead; behind him, the small vulpine's pants wettened. When Heart strode out of the elevator dragging the dripping couch behind him, the fox fell to his knees, gasping as he scooped some of the puddle of seed on the floor of the elevator into his muzzle while the doors closed and carried the fox back upstairs.

The orca, oblivious, tossed the couch into the dumpster behind his apartment building one-handed, then tucked his fingers into the pockets of his pants and strolled towards the gym. On arriving, he nodded at the white tiger behind the counter, who smirked up at him, before heading into the locker room to change.

No sweatpants or workout shorts in the world could contain Heart. The orca had plenty of ruined clothing to prove it. He settled instead for an enormous sling of stretchy fabric, a so-called bikini bottom that featured a massive cup in the front that looked more like a windsock than a bikini. Heart grinned as he wiggled his hips, pulling it up and around his huge maleness. The orca hauled on the straps until they squeezed over his hips, somewhat snugly holding his overly generous endowments in place. The orca grinned and nodded at the awestruck gym members in the locker room who stared at him through the entire process, more than a few showing obvious arousal as the beefy, confident orca strutted back into the gym, ready to begin his workout properly. The sling-style bikini really made the orca's cock wiggle and bounce side to side as he walked, ensuring everyone could ogle his beefy, immaculately muscular composition.

Heart's globe-like rump cheeks shifted above his thighs, under the immense tail providing some counterbalance to the huge male's pumped-up chest and gut. The orca grinned as he started his workout with the free weights, going after each bicep in turn with rep after rep of the largest hand weights. He felt good, strong, and even though he'd just put himself through a muscle-busting workout at home, he went after this one with just as much energy. The enormous orca grinned as he pumped his arms, showing off his biceps as more people furtively made their way to exercise stations ringing the impressive male specimen.

“Heart?" a familiar voice asked, breaking the unnatural silence in the gym. More than a few watchers quickly turned to their equipment among a clatter of weights and grunts.

The orca spun around, then set down his hand weights. He rested his paws on his wide hips, smirking as he watched Glamer approach. The dragon's lime green bikini bottom swelled, stretching outwards far more than usual as the 11-foot-tall dragon's eyes stared with disbelief at the orca.

“But you're… you were… you're not… I mean, I thought…"

Glamer trailed off as his bikini bottom bulged outwards. His glossy, sleek dark brown scales shimmered as his backside twitched, muscles involuntarily clenching in turn all the way down to his wide, plump rump cheeks, which noticeably clenched as the dragon's gaze lingered on Heart's hips.

“What's the matter, little guy? C'mon, we've been working out together for a year," Heart said, his voice full of unspoken meaning as he strode up to the dragon. “I keep telling you how you're gonna catch up someday, don't I?"

The orca stopped a few inches from bumping his enormous, smooth white chest against the dragon's taut, tan pecs. Glamer's nostrils flared, and the swelling in his lime green bikini bottom intensified, showing the outlines of veins throbbing against the cloth. It shoved forward into Heart's thighs, and the orca smirked even more widely.

“Anyways, I'm just finishing up here if you were waiting to use this station," Heart grunted, taking a step past the frozen dragon. “Make sure you find me before you finish up today, little guy."

As Heart took another step forward, the ricocheting echo of the open-palm smack he dropped on Glamer's rump cheeks, and the accompanying jiggling, stopped all action in the entire gym for a few long moments. The orca strutted away, his thong heaving side to side with the weight of his spectacular bulge, while his muscular arms and thighs glistened. He made his way to the next station in his workout, leaving Glamer to blink, confused for some reason.

Of course Heart was bigger. Heart had always been bigger. So big, in fact, that Glamer was too intimidated to really do anything about it, despite the aching need he felt under his tail each time the muscular, big-bellied beefcake swung through the gym, leaving a tide of musk and hard-ons in his wake. The dragon shivered, nostrils flaring again, as he turned his thick neck around to watch the orca move on to the squats.

By the fourth squat, Glamer's bikini snapped. The dragon's muzzle dropped and his eyes widened as he stretched his hands down to try to contain his own growing maleness, but there was no hiding the size of his thick shaft, which flopped over his hands, still only half-hard but growing fast. He squeaked - a rather undignified noise for a dragon of his size to make - and dashed for the locker room, hoping as his tail curled around his hips to assist with containing his maleness that Heart hadn't noticed. He'd just die of embarrassment if…

Glamer froze just inside the doorway of the locker room, which appeared to be empty except for Heart. The enormous orca rested his elbow on top of a bank of lockers, while his huge tail flapped slowly across the tiles. The orca's left leg crossed behind his right, letting his package swing low and free in the briefs.

“Having a little malfunction, are we?" the orca grunted, his deep voice reverberating through the empty locker room. “Don't worry, that's a common problem."

Glamer's breathing intensified as he watched the orca's bikini briefs swell outwards. Even with the added, supersized swell of the cup built into the briefs, it wasn't long before the material pulled away from Heart's hips. A noisy rip, and then a groan from the dragon as several feet of impossibly thick and long orca cock flopped forward over the swell of his white testicles, ending up hanging somewhere around his knees, just past the bottom of said nuts. The dragon's maleness rose, pointing upwards, twitching as it bounced off his hard six-pack. The eleven-foot-tall male's nostrils widened again as his tail lifted automatically, then lowered as he brightened around the cheeks.

“Heh… you sure are cute when you're embarrassed," Heart said, his voice dropping to a low, warm throb as he pushed himself upright and strode forward. He stretched his hand out, wrapping it around the back of Glamer's neck, gripping the dragon's scales as he leaned forward, muzzle parting.

The dragon's eyes closed, but the kiss never landed. He opened his eyes again, and flinched when he felt the orca's fingers tighten on the back of his neck.

“You've been wanting me for a long time now, haven't you, cutie?" Heart grunted, his lips inches from the dragon's muzzle. Glamer's cock flexed, bouncing back and forth between the narrow gap between their bulging pecs.

“Nnnngggh… hhffff… yes," Glamer gasped, brightening even more at the cheeks.

“Yes, what?"

“Yes… d-daddy!"

The orca's fingers pinched, and Glamer's chest shoved forward. Ramming anything into Heart, though, was like driving a car into a cement wall. The unyielding orca's pecs twitched as the dragon's cock flexed into his belly, while the dragon found his muzzle shoved down, not into a kiss, but towards the fat black nipple capping the orca's muscular pec.

“Good boy. You get a treat."

The orca grinned as he felt the huge dragon's muzzle clamp around his nip. The muscle-gut on Heart's torso squeezed forward, forcing the dragon's cock to curl around it, as the even bigger male showed the first signs of impending arousal. His fat, black-stalked, white-tipped shaft pushed forward between the groaning dragon's knees, under the heft of the smaller male's balls. At nearly two feet taller and almost the same in width wider, Heart had no trouble putting the willing dragon's muzzle exactly where he wanted it.

Glamer popped off the enormous black nub with a gasp. Strands of saliva draped from his lips to the orca's teat as the big male grunted and shoved his hips forward. Glamer's eyes widened as he felt the thickness fatten up between his thighs, forcing him to spread his legs apart and lean forward into the bulk of the orca's belly. Glamer's long, thick brown fingers squeezed into the orca's smooth, supple skin, which formed a taut layer across the hard-as-steel fibers below. The dragon's moans came louder, stronger, as he lifted his tail all the way, until the pointed tip flicked high over his head. His hips jutted outwards, scales shifting across the twin spheres, showing the tip of Heart's maleness spearing between them from the other side.

Glamer clenched his legs, gasping as Heart's hand pulled his head back. The orca stretched a palm open and spread his fingers across Glamer's muscular chest, kneading the tips deep into the dragon's flesh. Glamer writhed, off balance and supported only by his heels and the orca's hand at the base of his neck, as the fingers explored his pecs, his abdominals, down down to his inner thighs, groping and fondling, massaging and grasping, clenching each bit of him until the dragon's moans turned higher, desperate, and his thick maleness bounced off his arched chest, dripping plenty of richly musky dragon pre-cum each time.

“Mmmmmhhh… been wanting to do this for awhile," Heart grunted, as he worked his fingers down one of the dragon's biceps and forearm before working his way back up the other. The dragon twitched, but there was no escaping the massive orca's grip. “Now I've got you just where I want you. Heh…"

Glamer moaned. What could he say in response, as his enormous cock dripped down his chest. What could he possibly do to explain away his clear arousal, his instinctive want to submit to such a muscular, vastly superior male such as this? How could the eleven-foot-tall tower of draconic strength possibly convince the orca that the scent of the black-and-white male's musk was driving him insane with lust?

The dragon almost came. Almost. His chest heaved, but before he could cry out, he felt pressure on his neck, then even more pressure on his cock.

“Not yet, you don't," the orca growled as he wrapped the jump rope securely four or five times around the base of the dragon's cock and balls. “You're gonna learn quick that you don't get to cum until Daddy does!"

Glamer's eyes widened as he felt the orca's hands spin him around and shove him forward like he weighed nothing. His hands spread across the concrete block wall at the end of the galley aisle of lockers. The dragon's high-pitched gasp filled the locker room as his legs spread until they bent the steel doors of the lockers at the bottoms. His tail lifted, revealing his permanently clenched cheeks, each muscular glute indenting on the sides as the enormous dragon offered himself, unable to stop the urges filling his body. He'd wanted this… he'd needed this… for so long. Finding a male bigger than him, to really use him… after so long… or had it been that long after all?

The heat in his belly distracted Glamer's thoughts as the massive, muscular bottom felt the thick log of orca meat slap down along his lower back. A few splatters of pre-cum slopped out, messily dripping down from between Glamer's twisting, shifting shoulder blades, as the dragon's head tipped backwards.

“Fu-fuck me, Daddy!"

The oversized orca's biceps squeezed around the dragon's sides, clenching the male tight. Cracks appeared in the wall as he dragged his hips forward and back, working his stiffness to full arousal before aligning the tip under Glamer's wide tail. The dark brown scales jiggled as his rump cheeks squeezed around the tip, and the dragon's eager pleadings increased in volume and need as Heart took his time. Those fat, muscular rump cheeks rippling around the tip of his stiff maleness felt more than good enough for the moment, though he made sure to abruptly shove forward once in a while just to keep the smaller dragon his toes.

“MMmhhh… fuck yeah… just like that…"

“Please!"

The needy whine triggered a grin from Heart, whose paw abruptly swept down, smacking off the dragon's rump. The resulting clench felt good enough that Heart repeated it five or six more times on each cheek, all the while keeping his massive tip lodged against the dragon's seemingly impenetrable ring. Glamer's claws dug furrows in the concrete as he yipped and squealed with each broad-fingered smack, until his rump cheeks squeezed and jostled around the tip so tight the orca let out a moan of pleasure despite himself, which perked the dragon's shoulders right up.

“Heh… so far so good, cutie, but here's the real challenge!"

The dragon's face pressed into the wall, his widespread claws dug in on either side, as Heart switched his grip to the dragon's hips. There was no more foreplay or warning, not that either wanted any further delay. The dragon's muzzle dropped and his tongue splayed across the concrete, slathering it in saliva, as one fat inch after another stretched him open but good. His tail pressed against the orca's slick, muscular chest, curving and contouring over the globe-like pecs, while the thinner part towards the tip flicked around the orca's shoulders and neck, trying to tug the massive thirteen-foot-tall muscle-whale closer.

Heart, however, didn't move at anyone's pace but his own. Glamer's eyes bulged as much as his tongue as the orca sank in, overcoming what little resistance the muscular dragon could offer. The tan belly rippled, bulging outwards as the orca's heat filled him and then some.

From there, things got messy. The locker room didn't close for anything, though, and even as thick rivers of overwhelmingly musky seed drizzled into the grates on the floor, other gym members strolled through on their way to change or shower. Many lingered to watch as the orca thoroughly worked over the gasping, moaning, subby dragon, whose thick muscles and powerful build were no match for the brute strength of the orca. Cries of “Daddy, yes! More!" rang out as the orca's head and shoulders bobbed above the tops of the banks of lockers, while occasionally the dragon's tan and brown claws reached up to scrape down the concrete.

More than a few mobiles captured the action on video, some more brazenly once the orca made clear he didn't care. At one point, he even turned and flashed the camera a thumbs up while bottoming out in the dragon, getting a good howl out of the muscular male at the same time.

“Heh… make sure you tag me in that one!" Heart growled, before returning his full attention to his wriggling pet. “Time to reward you for being such a good… little.. Dragon!"

More than a few spontaneous, sympathy orgasms filled the shorts and towels of those watching as the dragon's muzzle and chest slumped into the wall, backfilling with orca seed within a few pumps. The dragon's six-pack belly slumped forward, rounding out as gallons of thick white seed filled him. His lips pulled back, smiling and dazed as he came, his own thickness squeezed into the wall and massaged by his ever-growing belly as the musky, massive orca thumped forward, balls deep and still thrusting through the gut-wrenching orgasm.

“Hnnnnfff… pretty good for the first one, yeah? Wait'll you see number two… heh heh…"

Glamer's eyes closed as he grinned, tongue flopped out, his wildest fantasies playing out in full view of a growing crowd of murmuring, appreciative voyeurs.

“Isn't that dragon the biggest guy here?"

“Not anymore. That orca really bulked out! Wow!"

“Fuck… that thing would rip me in half."

“I knew that dragon was a bottom. I knew it!"

“I owe you twenty bucks. For some reason, I don't mind."

The orca's low groan drowned out the chatter as several feet of thick shaft dragged free of Glamer's rump before wetly thrusting back in amidst a drenching outpouring of seed. The dragon's cheeks still clenched, wrapping completely around the massive pole as it pounded him open again and again. Glamer's torso sagged into the wall, his round and muscular rump completely at the mercy of the enormous orca as he clawed at the wall and moaned with need.

“Now, cutie," Heart said, grinning down at the dazed dragon's musky muzzle, “keep clenching like that, and we'll do more than a couple reps!"

“Yes, Daddy!"

The end