The Beastaurant - Laurea di Portate

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Here at The Beastaurant we specialize in meals that leave diners with a transformative experience. Our food will shift your perspective and change your world.

We serve a three-course meal with a complimentary, customized drink crafted by our expert mixologists. These meals change every time we open to the public so come in and have your once-in-a-lifetime meals now before the menu changes forever.

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A Man's Hotdog *

A muscular male ass fitted with a male penis befitting its size and shape. The meat has been treated with healthy doses of oral and anal attention until pure ejaculation is achieved to ensure a full-bodied flavor. Naturally, the man this penis belongs to has been handled with utmost care and respect by another male through ravenous kissing, nipple play and worship of their muscles. *The man the penis belongs to is still attached. This is non-negotiable.

Change For the Greener

A fresh single-serving meal guaranteed to change your life. A human was transformed in the most pleasurable experience into a large, muscular orc. This naturally involved non-GMO muscle growth and comes with sides of penile and testicular growth. Expect to find little bite-sized flavorful surprises of clothes-ripping and bursting.

The College Experience

Drawing inspiration from college, this dessert is based entirely on consenting college students with a hint of jock-culture and sweetened all the more by a little but of domination/submission.

Mind Milk*

A specialized drink developed and recommended by our staff. Using a large amount of mind alterations as a base, we add a little bit of hypnosis to produce the richest, silkiest flavors achievable while also adding a bit of reality alteration. *May include raw cum.

Ingredient List

Our meals consist entirely of the following:

Male-on-Male Sex

Muscle Growth

Muscle Worship

Transformation

Lions

Humans

Orcs

Mind alteration/Hypnosis

Reality Alteration

Oral Sex

Anal Sex

Nipple Play

Domination

If you are allergic or have an opposition to consuming any of the above ingredients, please tell your server immediately to be given an alternative menu or you are most welcome to seek nourishment elsewhere.

Disclaimer

Unfortunately, The Beastaurant does not accommodate for children's meals at this time. Therefore, we cannot serve anyone below the adult age (18/21 depending on country). For our young and future diners, we ask that you please wait patiently for your change to partake in the life changing event that is the The Beastaurant dining experience.

Appetizer

Adam Lewis had always thought that the moment he got to college, the high school stereotypes and cliques would be well behind him. There would no longer be any bullying, being stereotyped as a nerd, labeled as a know-it-all or people throwing him into dumpsters. Courses would be structured in such a way that he would be learning things alongside like-minded individuals. Forced partnerships between incompatible students would be a thing of the past. Awkward moments when group projects were done by one person while everyone else relaxed and procrastinated would remain in his nightmares.

It took him an entire year to finally realize that was not the case.

“Come on guys," he pleaded as he was being hefted up onto the broad shoulders of Kyle Stewart's posse. “I'm just trying to get home!"

“This is your home!" Kyle laughed, using his bulging muscles to lift Adam a little higher into the air.

Kyle Steward was on the basketball team. The seven-foot-something tall lean, muscular, freshman lion was known for his showboating and his trademark roar that he'd unleash whenever he scored a three-pointer. People knew him as the college's 'Three-Point Pride' because of his tendency to rush the ball, steal it and then score three-points. Apparently, he was on a sports scholarship and that gave him a little bit more bravado than most other members of his team. So much so that he had taken pains to dye his mane a bright red while leaving a single golden blonde streak running down the middle of his head. Never going out without his red and orange letterman jacket, Kyle was always accompanied by the brutes of his posse except for a few times in the week when he met with his tutor for basic mathematics. The prideful lion didn't want anyone to know that he was failing one of the basic requirements for his communications course.

As luck would have it, his tutor was Adam.

A twist of irony, Adam had volunteered to tutor some freshmen in the maths class he had aced the year before. It paid a decent wage and netted him few points of extra credit for it. Too bad the only people that needed tutoring were the moronic meatheads like Kyle.

“Come on, Kyle!" he pleaded, flailing desperately. “I thought we had an understanding!"

The lion let out a loud, short cough-like laugh, flashing his one golden upper tooth. “Fuck yeah we do, nerd! You stay in the trash where you belong!"

The stink of the nearby dumpster sent Kyle's heart plummeting and he braced himself. PTSD flashbacks of the many times he had been thrown into a dumpster by the football team for being too smart replayed in his head and, in some ways, that helped cushion the blow when he was hurled off the shoulders of these jocks and crashed into the strangely soft and squishy, foul-smelling detritus from nearby businesses. Limiting breathing was the key but when he felt something move underneath him, he just had to gasp and he got a lungful of the weirdly sour, pungent smell of discarded soda, rotting fruits and whatever else was kept into the black trash bags.

Not again, he mentally lamented. Not again. I thought I left this all behind…

The raucous laughter of Kyle's gang filled his ears. Thankfully the cacophony of mockery began to fade as their heavy footsteps led them back to the entrance of the alleyway. One of them remained, however.

The Three-Point Pride leaned over the edge of the dumpster, growling low and threatening with his fangs bared. No one else heard them. “You're worthless, nerd! I pay you for the hour and all you get me is a C! Better hope I get bumped up to a B by the next test!" A thick arm reached for the lid of the dumpster. Adam's pleas went unheard. “See ya next time!"

Slam!

Blissful darkness would have been welcome if the horrendous stink didn't seem to exponentially accumulate around him. Adam squeezed his eyes shut, trying to fight back tears. For a whole year he had lived in the delusion that he had actually escaped tormentors like Kyle Steward. Yet it seemed the universe was reminding him that there were always these meatheads looming around every corner ready to 'put him in his place'.

College is no different from high school. Is this what the workplace will be like too?

Marinating in his misery and dumpster juices was not how he wanted to spend his evening. Groaning, Adam pushed up against the lid. The rush of fresh air was all too welcome. He grabbed the edges of the dumpster and slowly pulled himself out from the ever-shifting landscape of trash bags and miscellaneous goo. After having been thrown in the dumpster hundreds of times during high school, he had long learned that the key was to take it nice and slow. Having his sneakers plunge unexpectedly into the soft bags or slip on a hidden, partially decomposed banana peel was a surefire way to tumbled back into the garbage. Some foul-smelling brown juices leaked off his short, brown hair, making him grimace as it landed on his rounded glasses and made the slow descent across the lens down to the bridge of his nose. His nose wrinkled purely out of instinct, the light hitting the little freckles that ran across the bridge of his nose and faded around his cheekbones.

Gross….

A scaly hand with sharp, ivory claws came out of nowhere and gently grasped his hand. The presence of another fur and his recent experience of one immediately had him jerk back in surprise. Thankfully, this was not one of Kyle's bullies come for a second round. It was towering dragon with jet-black scales that seemed unnaturally matted to the pint that it absorbed all light that hit it. Laser-like golden eyes regarded him with a cool, almost stand-offish air. There was no letterman jacket wrapped around his shoulders. Just a plain black suit and no tie, the top buttons of his shirt hanging undone not by choice but because his chest was just so broad that it would not button all the way.

This guy looks all business.

“My apologies," began the dragon in a curt, even tone whilst offering his paw. “I overheard what was happening from my establishment but by the time that I came out here, they had already thrown you in. Are you alright?"

With a wry smile, Adam nodded and took the offered help. Despite the figure-hugging suit, the dragon was surprisingly strong and pulled the young college student out of the dumpster with ease. A droplet of the foul, brown juices from the garbage landed on the man's expensive-looking suit. Shame and fear caused the writing caterpillars that had wormed their ways into Adam's stomach to mutate into butterflies.

“I'm sorry," he mumbled softly. “Let me get that dry cleaned for you…"

The dragon held out his paw, giving him an easy smile and absent wave. “No. That is quite alright. I have the means to clean this easily enough. You though…" The dragon's muzzle wrinkled up as he held a paw over his nose. “Might I suggest you come inside so that you may be more presentable?"

The foul smell of trash seemed to grow stronger the longer Adam stood out in the hot, summer sun. Even wiggling his toes a little caused disgusting squishing noises to be emitted from his juice-soaked socks. Shorts were customary this time of year but Adam was now regretting wearing his favorite dark blue pair. They were thankfully spared the worst of the impromptu swim into garbage but it means that his shins and calves had been unprotected from the foul experience. There was a drop of trash slime running through his thin, wispy leg hairs that instilled the urge to turn and run stronger.

“No… I don't live far from here. I just need to take a cab and I'll be home…"

“I mean no offense," replied the man, his voice partially muffled by his paw, “but in my experience no driver will let you onboard their vehicle smelling as you are."

His gracious savior reached forward and plucked the banana peel that had been sitting atop Adam's head. That was the origin of that sole drop that had landed on his nose. The offensive piece of trash was tossed back into the dumpster where it belonged. The reptile turned that same paw to a gentle, reassuring gesture against his back though he suspected it might be the dragon trying to wipe off some of the grossness onto Adam's black shirt. It was a shirt he was proud of too. The words '2021 Mathalon Participant' were drawn on the chest and bright, yellow letters.

“Come on inside," urged the dragon gently. “We have laundry facilities. If you can stand to wait an hour or so, we can get you back on the streets after you have changed."

Adam lifted his hands. “I don't want to be a bother."

“It is no bother at all," replied his smiling helper. “If the matter of repayment would help entice you, perhaps you would be interested in being my taste tester?"

The sophomore astronomy major lifted his bushy eyebrows. “Huh?"

The reptile led him around the corner onto the adjacent street. With a proud smile, the fur lifted his paw away from his own nose and gestured at the sight hanging above the little, green door that seemed so out of place compared to the glass and concrete structures around him. The bright, green door was simple and had a little sign hanging on the golden doorknob that marked it as open. It was framed by raw, dark red bricks that crawled out from its surroundings and seemed to invade the surrounding painted concrete of the city. One could be given the impression that, for some reason, the city opted to avoid painting the building to leave the brick expose. Conversely, it could be that this sole establishment was there first and corporate America had opted to build a huge concrete monolith around it. Nothing really stood out about it and the average pedestrian could easily walk by and assume it was some sort of shoddy shop. Only the painted sight hanging right above the door seemed to indicate the building's true nature.

“This is my restaurant," his host said with a smile. “Welcome to The Beastaurant. I'm the owner. You may refer to me simply as your Host. Please, come in."

Main Course

Contrary to the exterior, The Beastaurant had a beautiful interior. There was a very distinct 'tribal' vibe coming from the decorations. Lightning was minimal. There had not been any windows anywhere in the exterior so that meant all lightning was generated from the overhanging lamps decorated with twisting deer antlers. Animal skins decorated the walls alongside what appeared to be traditional tribal prints. A series of archways made from enormous tusks was the first thing that met them as they strode up to the podium.

No one else was in the restaurant. No chef. No wait staff. The broad exterior could easily seat perhaps fifty people comfortably as well as some larger, private parties. Bar facilities complete with a fully-stocked wall of liquor and bar stool could serve a few more while they waited for their table. Yet not another soul was visible. The silence in The Beastaurant was unsettling. Even the air seemed to be paralyzed with fear and remained completely still.

I know this place isn't really well-known but it's dead… Like, completely dead. Like a graveyard.

The Host led Adam to a corner booth. Plush, soft green satin covered the soft seats. A circular table made from what appeared to be lacquered ivory stood at the center of the horseshoe-shaped booth. Malachite or some other form of green stone formed a thin layer on the tabletop. The booth could easily have fit four or five people and seemed much too big for Adam whose feet dangled over the edge of the seats with the tips of his toes just barely grazing the polished, tiled floors.

“Are you sure this is okay?" he asked, hesitant to touch the seats. “I'm kind of a mess right now… I don't want to get your furniture dirty…"

The dragon gave him a very polite butler-like bow - the kind where he had his dominant hand pressed against his stomach and the other curved against the small of his back. “I would much prefer to have our guest seated on a seat that can be cleaned than standing unattended." The Host straightened, a strange glint entering his eyes. “Our laundry facilities are currently occupied. If you would allow me, I will begin serving you our meals for your critique."

The entire situation had 'serial murderer' or 'poisoned food' written all over it. Despite his trepidation, Adam was finally coming down from the adrenaline that came from being carried out of the street by a bunch of jocks and thrown into a dumpster. A growl from his stomach demanded nourishment.

This is really scary…

“Sure. I'll do my best."

“Excellent," replied the dragon with a chilling smile. “Allow me to inform you of how meals are structured here at The Beastaurant. We serve three course meals with a complimentary customized drink for our diners. We will start with an appetizer, followed by the main course and, lastly, a dessert. As part of the dining experience, we aim to ensure that one meal comes as close to when the prior is finished." The dragon smiled softly at him, pressing his paws together almost in prayer. “So please, be honest with your critique. If our service does not meet this mission statement, please do not hesitate to tell me so."

If I'm going to be killed, at least this guy is nice about it.

Both honored and somewhat scared, Adam nodded. “Alright. I'll do my best."

“Excellent. Our meals are also set by the chef before hand. There are no substitutions and no alterations to the menu. We do not serve ala carte dishes either. We encourage you to finish every bite. That being said, do you have any allergies or preferences?"

Not willing to sound ungrateful for the free meal and getting his clothes cleaned, Adam just shook his head.

The Host once again did that butler-bow towards him. “Now if you will excuse me, I shall prepare your appetizer and drink."

The burly reptile left, looking more like a walking shadow with bright, yellow eyes. Not a single sound was made with each step of the titanic Host leaving Adam to wonder exactly how someone so big could move so quietly especially on tiled floors.

A few seconds after the Host had left, Adam finally allowed himself to breathe a sigh of relief. Much could be said about his current situation but at the very least, he wouldn't have to worry about dinner this evening. Kyle Steward would be unbearable most times especially during their tutoring sessions. The leonine oaf would just goof off and when Adam tried to teach him basic algebra and calculus. Little wonder his latest exam only earned him a C. Perhaps it would be best if he just resigned from being a tutor or asked his professor to assign him someone else. Throwing your tutor into a dumpster just because you could not grasp basic mathematics was not an appropriate response.

Maybe I should ask my professor if I can swap with someone else.

“Your appetizer, sir."

Adam jumped in surprise as the big reptile Host returned. Not even a minute had gone by since the Host had disappeared and now the big dragon had returned with one of those ridiculously large plates with a small indentation for the actual food. The dish simply screamed fine dining even if it seemed like a simple salad.

“Here we have what we are calling the 'Taste of Green'." As the Host spoke, he delicately plucked a napkin from the table, unfurled it in a single, smooth motion and set it on Adam's lap. “It is a salad made from fresh hearts of romaine, arugala and red lettuce. This is served with crisp carrot sticks, garlic chips and fennel. The sauce is a velvety, homemade dressing made from lemon juice, lemon rind, orange juice, chillies and combined with egg yolks to make a sweet and sour mayonnaise."

A salad fork was suddenly produced, looking so tiny in the huge claws of the dragon. “Please enjoy."

The description of the dish seemed far too simple compared to what was presented to him. Though appearing somewhat small in the bowl-like dish at the center of the plate, the hearts of romaine were packed tightly to the point where it had to be stacked in such a way that the individual leaves formed a barrier of sorts to cup the remaining ingredients. In the middle of this wall of lettuce was a delicately arrange bed of arugala and red lettuce, each slice and piece looking impossibly symmetrical. The 'crisp' carrot sticks were battered and fried slivers of carrots as thin as paper and sticking out of the other leafy greens to look like the stamen of a flower. The garlic chips could easily be considered like pollen with how fine it was prepared. Fennel lay amongst the lettuce. The strong, fresh smell of the mayonnaise was artfully placed all around the large rim of the bowl in swirls.

Overall, it reminded Adam of a real flower and brought to mind springtime.

Whoa… This is really fancy!

“I shall return with your custom drink," the Host said, once again bowing to him before turning, his broad wings folded neatly behind his back.

“Uh… T - Thanks."

Not wanting to seem ungrateful despite the fact he was clearly getting the better end of the deal, he pierced the lettuce with his fork. There was a very audible crunching noise indicating freshness from the ingredients. A little bit of everything was gathered onto the fork. A relatively easy task given how there wasn't that much to begin with. Touched with a little smear of the sauce and Adam brought the mouthful up to his lips.

“Your drink, sir."

The sudden reappearance of the Host had him freezing for a moment and he was grateful he didn't take that bite or he would have choked in surprise. A tall glass was set in front of him. Bubbling bright green liquid within its confines, lightly dancing between the perfectly square ice cubes. The grass-green juice turned clear white about halfway down before becoming a little more amber in color. A few sprigs of mint was placed at the top, settling atop the ice cubes and lightly cupping the black straw.

“This is called the 'Greener Grass'," the Host explained, using a finger to indicate the bright green liquid. “It consists of a refreshing green apple juice mixed with some soda water to give it a sparkling mouth feel." That razor-sharp claw went a little further down towards the clear liquid. “Supplemented by a mint schnapps and lastly…" The Host indicated the brown base later. “… a rich, brandy guaranteed to warm your heart. As appealing as its appearance is, it is recommended to mix it all together so that you may get the heat from the brandy, the palette cleansing effect of the apple juice and the refreshing sensations of the mint schnapps. This drink is more for cleansing your palette than hydration so if you would like some water, I can have some brought out for you."

Feeling that he was already taking advantage of the Host, Adam lifted his free hand and waved it hectically. “N - No! This is fine, thank you!"

“Please, enjoy. Though if I might suggest," intoned the Host while gesturing gracefully towards the tall glass. “Please start off with the drink so as to wash away any… lingering tastes from the alleyway."

Oh… right…

Being reminded that he had literally come from the garbage made Adam somewhat self-conscious. Blood rushed to his cheeks, brightening them to a deep red that hid his freckles. Under the watchful, golden stare of the Host, he picked up the glass. Cold steel met his grip when he grasped the straw. One, two, three little stirs with the straw and the entire brew became a deeper green in color that was strangely opaque, the mint leaves vanishing into the brew. Adam tentatively brought the drink to his lips and took a delicate sip.

First came the biting refreshing sourness of the green apple. The intensity was complimented by the fizzy sensation of the soda water which left his taste buds jumping. Each little burst of carbonated liquid brought on a new onslaught of the tart green apple flavor. The barrage of sweet acidity compelled him to swallow the entire mouthful. A moment of self-consciousness hit him as he feared he wasn't savoring the complex flavor of the custom drink. That was quickly washed away when he was hit by the gentle, warm burn of the brandy. Gentle, diluted heat spread out from his stomach, creeping out through his chest and seeping into his limbs. Tense muscles immediately relaxed and for the first time since being ambushed by Kyle and his goons, all the tension left his body and he slumped into the big, velvety seats. The soft sigh that left his lips came with the faint tingle of mint that wafted through his airways and even tingled his nostrils.

Oh wow! This… This is…

“This is amazing," he exclaimed.

“I am most pleased you enjoy it," replied the Host with a curt nod. “Do save some for the later dishes." Again, the big, black dragon gave him a smooth, elegant bow. “Now if you will excuse me. I shall be back for your empty dish."

Then he was gone, silent as a shadow. Adam waited a second or two, wondering if the Host would return as mysteriously as he arrived. On the third second, he took another sip of the '_Greener Gras_s' drink, once again washing away the tension from his body and leaving him blissfully warm.

His eyes drifted back towards the salad that he had pierced with his fork. A sliver of saliva slipped between his lips. If the meal was as good as the drink, he knew he was in for a treat. Giddy with anticipation, he lifted the fork towards his lips, shaking so much that he had to consciously guide the fork into his mouth. The moment his teeth pierced the crisp, sweet, crunchy lettuce, a barrage of flavor assaulted him. Everything was so firm and fresh despite at least two of the ingredients being fried.

The hearts of romaine were the first thing he tasted. A sweet drizzle of freshness from the juicy lettuce set the scene on his prepared palette. A slight bitterness from the arugala was complemented by the crispy fried carrot shreds and the savory taste of the fried garlic crisps. This all formed the foundation for the true star of the dish - the fennel. The sweet, strong, part-onion, part-licorice-like taste was elevated by the compounding savory and bitter pillar the rest of the salad formed. This was crowned out by the sweet-sour sauce that left his taste buds feeling refreshed and ready for more.

There was an ineffable freshness that came from each bite. Images of a rushing, crystal-clear spring invaded his mind. Soft dewdrops slipped off silky blades of grass onto his palms while listened to the rushing waters nearby. Soft, warm sunlight beat down on his flesh, leaving it prickling slightly from the heat but immediately being cooled a moment later by the gentle breeze that rustled the verdant forest around him. An earthy taste from the roasted garlic and fried carrots brought to mind the moist earth after a summer drizzle.

It's… beautiful!

Adam's eyelids fluttered in delight, completely unaware of his surroundings and lost in the hallucination brought on by the orgasmic bite. Now that he was vulnerable, the true effects of the salad could take hold. Such freshness could not be sullied by years of junk food and unhealthy eating. A college student's diet would just not mix well with the vibrant energies that the salad delivered. One light gnashing of his teeth as he chewed brought a wave of springtime that washed away extra cholesterol and unhealthy fats. Leather seemed to stretch as the skin on his arms grew taut, the veins just beneath his dermis starting to become much more visible when caught in the right light. While not obese in any sense of the word, there was still a light layer of fat around his belly. The moment he swallowed that first bite, the vegetables ate away at this layer, sucking in his belly and his flesh to the point Adam had to stretch a little as his stomach felt like the skin around his stomach was being pulled back.

Desire for more of the salad overwhelmed him. The young, bespectacled college student managed a modicum of self-control as he speared more vegetables on his fork, dragged the collection across the rim of the plate for some sauce and immediately brought it to his lips. No hesitation this time. The satisfying crunch of his teeth chewing the bite was a crack of thunder that sent him reeling. Adam threw back his head, mumbling a soft moan while tears form in the corners of his eyes out of pure joy.

The sudden straightening of his form suited the change just well. Years of slouching over a desk were immediately erased. His shoulders were pulled back, consequently pushing his chest forward. Discomfort momentarily surged up his back as muscles and bones that were unused to standing up straight already began to strain. Another little chew was enough to wash away that ache and settle his body into its new configuration. This strangely brought some relief to his stomach which, up until that point, had been feeling tight and wound.

I've got to keep my posture right. Don't want back problems later on in life.

Adam swallowed his mouthful.

Before the bite could even reach his stomach he was already gathering the remnants of the appetizer. For a moment, he was taken away from the interior of The Beastaurant and was once again in that beautiful springtime glade by the clear stream. His imaginary self instinctively lay back in the tall grass, stretching his arms and legs as far as they would go, basking in the warm sunlight. That stretching sensations came with soft popping from his bones and a rubber-stretching-like sound coming from his muscles.

Spindly arms crawled further and further away from his torso. The more he stretched, the more he was left with that unsatisfying sensation that there was more to stretch so he continued to push his limbs away from himself. Toes uncurled while his legs pulled away from him. In reality, his heels pressed against the tiled floor when mere moments ago, his toes barely touched them. Eager to catch up, his torso begged to be stretched as well so Adam pushed his hips into the air, thrusting his chest upwards in his imaginary world as if to greet the sun. Popping rippled up his spine with each expanding vertebra. Muscle fibers all over his back widened to accommodate for the developing length, securing the foundations around the pillar of his new posture. The fabric of his shirt was slowly drawn tighter around his frame, the hem of the garment sliding up from where it rested around halfway down his waist inch by inch until it stopped just at his waistline. Tightness and discomfort followed around his shorts as their limits were tested as they went from being baggy and shin-length to getting caught around his knees.

Wait… Was I always this tall?

An absence of flavor in his mouth brought Adam back to reality. Lusting after another bite, he barely registered his sudden six-foot stature as he speared the last remnants of the three-bite appetizer on his fork, collected the last of the sauce on the bite and hungrily munched down on the serving.

“Mmmmmmmrf!" he moaned.

Doesn't matter. Means I can sit more comfortably.

A typhoon of springtime memories and flavors danced on his tongue, energizing his bones, muscles and organs. A staccato beat was drummed out by his racing heart as it grew to fulfill the needs of his rapidly expanding body. Blood raced through his veins, pushing each blood vessel to become thicker and press out against his flesh to feed the growing needs of his expanding muscles. Sweat soaked into the armpits of his shirt while the sleeves were forced to roll up against his shoulders, turning it into a black sleeveless top with a chest that was quickly becoming tighter and tighter against rapidly expanding pectorals.

Each nipple was quickly pushed up against the black fabric, his breathing growing deeper, longer and more ragged as he found it hard to breathe in the confining clothing. The hem of his shirt slipped further up his abdomen, peeling back at a set of faintly visible abdominal muscles lightly shrouded in a dusting of brown hair poking out from the straining belt barely holding onto his waist. The sound of leather being strained no longer came from his expanding physique but from his belt audibly being stretched. The grime-covered shorts were not spared either. Muscles packed across his thighs, bringing elusive valleys and hills across his quads and hamstrings that quickly began filling out his shorts. Their expanding breadth made it impossible to sit with his legs pressed together without compressing his genitals.

The bulge between his legs pounced at the suddenly space it was given. Confined by his briefs and shorts, his balls nonetheless strained against its cloth prison. Throbbing in time with the rapid racing of his heart emanated from his testicles. Each one ballooned to the size of lemons. Had they been free and allowed to dangle out, they would have stretched his sac until they hung nice and low. The sensation followed was only natural; arousal. Capacity for semen now expanded, his balls began production of the much-needed life juices and with it came the instinctive desire to put all that fluid to use.

Puberty dragged on through the teenage years but this seemingly 'second puberty' came rushing at him in the span of a few minutes; a eighteen-wheeler truck of sexual desire and lust that knocked almost every common sense Adam had from his brain and drained it straight towards his genitals. His penis began pulsing alongside his throbbing balls, rising and straining against his pants. Only when the discomfort from his cock pressing up against his strained shorts did he reach down and adjust himself. Only so much could be managed, however. He managed to angle his dick down into his left pant leg but the member continued to grow thicker, longer and more erect. It rode up the hard muscles of his thighs, curling against his waist until it began sliding out from right underneath his belt. Through bleary eyes, Adam looked down at his own cock head staring up at him, having to peer over his broad pectorals at the little slit that was spewing globules of precum onto his abdominals.

Oh no… I can't be hard! Not here! This is so embarrassing!

While no stranger to arousal, he was nonetheless confused at what he was seeing and feeling. The demand of his cock and balls for released was a battering ram hammering at the walls of his common decency but decency was starting to win over. The high of the delicious meal was wearing off. All the blood that had rushed to his genitals was being redistributed to the rest of his body as he quickly realized how much skin he was showing.

“Is… Is this me…?" he mumbled, running his finger across the rigid abdominals, smearing his own precum into the light hairs that dusted his belly. “How…?"

“Are you done, sir?"

The Host was back. Shame quickly overtook all his senses and he pulled his shirt as far as it would go to cover his abdomen and the little pink helmet that was poking out of from underneath his belt.

“Uh-uhm… Y - Yeah," stammered Adam. “It was delicious! Really fresh! No comments!"

“I am glad to hear it," replied his draconic guide. “I shall take your plate and be back with the main course. In the meantime, might I suggest taking another sip of your drink to clear your palette for the upcoming meal."

“S - Sure." The need from his crotch was starting to rise up again. He had to get rid of of his erection as soon as possible. “Do… Do you happen to have a bathroom somewhere?"

“Of course." The Host pointed to a door in the far end of the restaurant floor. “Just through that door."

Adam nodded appreciatively and offered a shaky smile. “T - T - Thanks."

“Always my pleasure." The Host picked up his plate and disappeared into the rest of the restaurant.

Logic would dictate that it would take some time before the mail course was served so Adam guessed he could at least jack off in the bathroom before then. Adrenaline continued to pump through his veins while shame burned his skin from the inside. This combination made him extremely thirsty. Taking a mental note to ask the Host for that glass of water, he grabbed his custom drink and took another sip.

That was a mistake.

The moment the refreshing touch of the brew slid between his lips, assaulting him with the popping sensation followed by the assault of tartness from the green apple, he was physically thrown back into his seat. The fizzling sensation on his tongue traveled up and down his body, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. The desire to orgasm intensified, lightning dancing through his nerves and crashing against his cock like it his genitals were a lightning rod. Spasms rolled up and down his body with his arms dancing towards his belly as if to hold himself together.

Urgh. Fuck it. I'm hard. So what? Not like there's anyone that can see or judge me.

Once again, his fingers brushed against his abdominals but this time, there was a sense of familiarity with the sensation. Doing a hundred sit-ups per day didn't seem so alien or impossible. Coupled with a hundred crunches and it seemed only right that he have a plate of armor-like muscle protecting his valuable internal organs. The weekly chest day where he would push his limits to get the big, plump pectorals followed by the punishing leg days at the gym helped round him off so that his muscles weren't just for show but functional. Some college students couldn't balance the triple responsibilities of being socially active, academically excellent and physically healthy but somehow, Adam managed.

“Your main course, sir."

The resonating voice of the Host snapped him back from his reverie and, once again, he was reduced to a blushing mess. What the black-scaled dragon must think after seeing Adam not only squirming with his cock clearly erect in his tight shorts but now fondling himself. If the golden-eyed dragon showed any signs of disgust, they were far too subtle for Adam as a large plate was set in front of him. The strong savory smells of the meal and the steam coming from it made the college tutor's mouth water.

“Here we have a pan-seared lamb chops with a fresh basil, mint and pine nut pesto with a side of spinach, radish and fennel salad dressed with a warm brown butter sauce. We call this meal, Blooming Youth."

That description was far too brief for the majesty that was on the plate. Six perfectly cooked and still-sizzling lamp chops with a beautifully golden crust sat in front of him in a floral pattern with the meaty parts of the lamb pressed together and arranged in a circle. The deep, emerald green pesto was placed on top of each chop in a perfectly circular drop. Beneath the lamb was a bed of the aforementioned salad. The spinach looked perfectly bright, crisp and fresh with the radishes cut so thin that they were almost see-through. Once again, the half-moon slices of fennel added a lighter color to the entire place while the golden-brown butter sauce was slathered over the salad in such a way not to wilt the greens but to enhance them. Rich, meaty odors from the lamb mixed with the unique licorice-like scent of the fennel, bridged together by the savory brown butter sauce.

Adam fought off the urge to dig right in. There was still the matter of his raging erection that demanded release. Leaving now would be a travesty. Every inch of his body wanted this spectacular meal in him but at the same time, he was conflicted by the erotic energies radiating from his crotch. Without knowing why, he had reached for his glass and once again taken a sip from his drink.

“Oooooooooo-aaaaah…" he sighed, his eyelids once again fluttering while his eyes grew glazed and distant. A soft green light radiated from his brown irises. His hands were already reaching for the steak knife and fork that had been set to him by the Host. The pleasant wishes of the Host to enjoy his meal went unnoticed as he sliced into the perfectly cooked lamb, getting a little bit of the pesto on it and some greens.

Lifting it towards his lips was like trying to maintain control of a falling dumbbell while his arms were exhausted. Gravity, physics and everything else in his body demanded that he plunge the mouthful past his lips, chomp down and start chewing immediately but he forced himself to resist, to savor the build-up until the juicy lamb crossed the threshold and his teeth closed in around its tender, savory flesh.

There was an immediate burst of flavor. If the appetizer was a gentle, relaxing afternoon spent lazily by a river in springtime, the lamb was the harsh heat of summer. Raw, primal and ferocious. All the flavor dripped down his throat, washing over his tongue and filling him with the strength and power of the meal. The pungent aroma of the lamb mixed with the fragrance of the pesto assaulted his senses. Mixed with the crispness of the spinach and radish, he was given texture as well as taste. Every little burst of flavor built up to the finale thanks to the brown butter sauce with the highlight being that fragrant, almost sweet twang of fennel that had him craving for more. His tongue simple screamed in ecstasy, causing a low moan, muffled moan to rise from his throat. Every other cell in his body were so moved by the symphony that they demanded a taste of the dish.

And through the magic of The Beastaurant, they got their wish.

Adam's stomach worked in overdrive to metabolize the one mouthful he had consumed but even before it reached his belly, the effect of the food was already spreading all throughout his body. Strong, radiating heat erupted from his mouth like he was chewing on the sun itself. Slight pain ran through his jaw, that sun he gnawed upon unleashing a barrage of solar flares that battered at his jawline from the inside. The discomfort was worth the seemingly everlasting and lingering flavor he got from chewing the one bite he had in his mouth.

A soft crack emanated from his left, lower incisor but it went mostly unnoticed by the soft crunching of his chewing. Another came from his right. Inch by inch, his lower jaw inched forward. The angled jaw became broader, squared and far more pronounced. Adam swallowed and with a soft gasp, he briefly registered something was off with his mouth. That thought was quickly overcome by the desire to consume more of the delicious meal. Another slab of lamb and greens was already on its way to his mouth by the time he even began to ponder why his lower jaw felt so swollen. That first bite into the fresh serving was enough to wash away his doubts and suddenly, he was using the new weight behind his jaw to gnash at the mouthful to get as much flavor out of it as possible.

Oh god… This is so good… I want it all in me!

Completely oblivious and happily chewing away, Adam paid no notice to how his lower two incisors began growing bigger and bigger. His new, broader jawline had more space to fit much bigger teeth and these incisors were the first to leap at the opportunity to grow. They crept further and further past his lips, rising past even his upper lips and growing thicker in the process. They pushed his other teeth outward, commanding them to fill the rest of his jaw. Like little soldiers obeying their much bigger commanders, the rest of his teeth hurriedly rearranged themselves while simultaneously gnashing away at the lamb and greens that were contained within his mouth. Both incisors obtained a thick ivory-like layer around them, transforming them more into tusks than actual teeth.

Urgh… But it's hard to chew… My mouth… My mouth is…

The serving he had thrown into his mouth had fit a human's mouth but now with his new enlarged jaw, the serving slipped down his throat with ease. Disappointment flashed in his eyes as this serving did not last nearly as long as the last. What made it worse was that he had now consumed one entire lamb chop, leaving him with five more. Most of his brain demanded that he savor the experience but the rest of his body had seen the growth of his jaw and begged to experience the same transformation. Even if his mind begged him to use the knife and fork to slice up the portions, his hands were already grabbing one of the chops by the bone and lifting it towards his lips. Using instincts that didn't seem like his own, he used his new tusks to shave off the slab of meat from bone while also using his other hand to spear come of the salad and stuff it into his mouth at the same time before he started chewing.

Fuck. That's better. Now I can eat like a real man.

Adam's eyes and head rolled in ecstasy. Firecrackers of flavor went off in his mouth, succulent lamb juices mixed with the pesto and the fresh greens surged throughout his entire skull. Each pop of piquancy pushed part of his features in an odd direction, seeping into his bones and physically pushing it out. Cheekbones protruded from his face, becoming far more defined and pronounced even as they started shuffling to the side, broadening his features. The pointed, hook-like nose was stretched out with his expanding head, flattening while still large enough to remain proportional with the rest of his face.

Fuck this is good. So fucking good. I want more.

The discomfort that came from his suddenly swollen jaw faded as the rest of his mouth shuffled over to fit the sudden oversized underbite. Each moment of mastication grew more and more familiar. Moving his molars to gnaw at the meat and vegetables, moving his tongue to avoid his much larger teeth became second nature. Instructions on how to use his new equipment flooded his brain leaving him with a faint throbbing sensation battering against the inside of his skull. The sensation was fleeting as it was quickly replaced by the same warm, popping sensation of flavor rushing through his veins. Little eruptions rippled over the top of his head, snaking their way up from his broader nose and over his brow. One piece at a time, his forehead inched forward, pushing his eyebrows a little over his eyes. For a moment, it almost looked like he was balding as his hairline remained where it while the rest of his head continued to expand.

Then these glorious, flavorful bursts reached his brain. Every neuron and memory became marinaded in the tasty lamb flavor mixed with the zesty pesto and fresh greens. Being a sponge for knowledge, his academic mind consumed all the information that it was being offered, expanding rapidly to fit his broadening skull. Suddenly, his receding hairline seemed wrong for his age. Sensing the wrongness, the changes occurring all over his head ordered his hair follicles to rapidly expand their territory. New strands of hair quickly sprang up all over his skull, shotting forward to claim the territory that was suddenly offered to it. Each strand grew much thicker and longer as well. A strong widow's peak sprang up with his reddish-brown hair thickening to become voluptuous and capable of standing on its own in strong, sweeping spikes without the use of product.

Adam's eyes sprang open as he swallowed, a deep gasp leaving his lips followed by heavy panting. The bright, green glow rising from his irises sparked the transformation of his sensory organs. For a moment, he had to shut his eyes once more as they filled the suddenly bigger eye sockets that his new skull had provided. A faint tugging pulled at the tips of his ears. Sharp points pulled the organs a little into the thick mane of black hair he now possessed. Air rushed into his new, bigger nostrils followed by the long tongue that began grazing his tusks to get as much of the flavor off them as possible. A prickling sensation poked at his flesh, quickly spreading. He dismissed it as something akin to a shiver down his spine but to the Host who quietly watched from his stand, it was the spread of a deep green coloration all over the young man's face.

Two lamb chops down and four to go.

More. I want fucking more!

Mind already fully changed, Adam immediately reached for the next piece of meat, putting the entire chop into his broad chaw and using his tusks to tear into the meat, scraping it off the bone. As an afterthought, he shoveled some of the greens in there as well. Even before he began chewing, his neck was already rapidly broadening. Thick veins snaked down from his skull, seeping into his traps and commanding them to use the power of the food to swell up. Unable to resist, his muscles sprang up, two enormous mountains coming to swallow his neck. At the same time, his neck itself thickened in all directions. His Adam's Apple pushed up against his skin, each grunt and moan he made becoming deeper and deeper. Memories of doing extensive shoulder exercises and shrugs filled his mind followed by the odd satisfaction he got when he looked like he was permanently hunched over because of the sheer thickness of his neck.

Bigger nostrils and a bigger mouth meant more air was flooding his system and with a broader neck, the highways into his lungs had expanded. Now it was time for his lungs to develop. Primal growled rose from his throat as he hungrily chewed on his meal, growing deeper with heavy grunts interjecting between each one. The noises he made were supported by a rapidly expanding chest. The transforming young man shut his eyes, his mind unable to comprehend why his chest suddenly felt so tight. The shirt he wore was his favorite shirt. It was one he constantly wore. One he had won from competing in 2021 Mathalon. He wore it a least once a week.

This shirt… It's my shirt. My favorite shirt. Why is it… so tight? I haven't bulked up during the summer that much, have I?

Yet it was so wrong.

A low growl rose from his throat as the tightness in his chest grew. Eyes shut, Adam arched his back, pushing his chest forward while his pecs throbbed and grew. Downward-pointing nipples pressed up against the black fabric of his shirt. The outline of his well-defined, slab-like pectorals no longer needed the perfect lighting to make them pop. A loud rip rose from the shirt collar. An earthquake was splitting the black garment right down the middle. His shoulders widened, pulling at the strands of the shirt and leaving his flesh completely exposed. The fabric couldn't even hold onto his shoulders as an open vest. Rapidly expanding shoulders and boulder-like biceps ripped the garment entirely, leaving fragments floating down around him with sweat-soaked strips getting lost between the expanding muscles of his mountainous back.

Better. So much fucking better.

“Uuuuuurgh!" he grunted, his perky pectorals finally free and bouncing happily in the cool air-conditioned air. Shame wormed its way into his psyche, warning him that this was not right; that he shouldn't be going around shirtless in such a fancy restaurant. Maybe in a tasteful tank top but not completely shirtless.

Then he swallowed.

Adam rolled his eyes and head, moaning softly while his single mouthful traveled down his throat and began its journey towards his stomach. Where it passed, green skin began spreading. The pasty, sweat covered flesh became the same dark green as his face, washing over his traps, spreading down his shoulders and running over his huge, smooth pectorals. Bleary eyes momentarily caught the instant that the last vestiges of pale pink skin began vanishing from his fingertips.

“What the…?" he mumbled.

Why is it pink? Did I get some lamb juices on it?

On instinct, he lifted his finger to his lips, pushing it between his tusks and gently suckling on it as if he was cleaning a wound. When he pulled it out again, every inch of his finger was green.

“Much better," he rumbled with a toothy grin. “Must've been some left over meat or something…"

His glowing green eyes then went back to the three remaining lamb chops. With his enormous, emerald hands, he grabbed one in each, using them like spoons to scoop up the pesto and vegetables. The one on the right was the first to be devoured, his tusks scraping the bone and getting all that glorious caramalization across the protein.

An explosive sensation rippled throughout his entire body. Much like that first bite, there was a burning sun of pleasure centered at his very core. This sun was threatening to erupt from him and every inch of him wanted to contain it within him for as long as possible even if he knew it would eventually have to be released. Adam's legs instinctively crossed, his toes curling and every muscle in his body tensing, using every ounce of strength it could muster to keep him from exploding all too soon.

Pants… so… tight…!

It was a futile effort.

Indignant at being contained, this internal sun threw its entire weight against his thighs. The already strained shorts simply exploded off his expanding legs, strips of the tan garment flying off and even landing in the next booth over. Thick, defined muscles that would make runners blush were forced to unwind as they were not meant to be crossed in such a fashion. Some degree of flexibility was lost with his thickening quads and his mind automatically adjusted to ensure that his standard walk had become almost a waddling strut. Fat burned into solid muscle along his ass, turning it into two, taut buns that could turn coal into diamonds with a simple squeeze.

One of the reasons why he would never bottom for any man.

Wait… Men? Why would I…?

It occurred to him for a brief moment why he would even consider bottoming for a guy or why he'd even consider being with a guy at all. The relentless star of growth burned these concerns away and he quickly accepted that he could get any guy he wanted because he liked guys. Luck never favored him amongst women anyway.

Yeah. Guys are the way to go. Cocks. Dicks. Muscles. Fuck yeah.

Femurs were forced to thicken and lengthen to accommodate for the sudden explosion of muscle, feet now securely pressed against the floor and even forced to slide away as his shins lengthened. Muscles along his calves widened like wings, pushing his socks further and further down his ankles before they too began to tear with his expanding feet. The constricting mass of his shoes was another wall this burst of pleasure had to overcome but it was quickly running out of power.

Of course, there was another lamb chop already in his hand. More fuel was added to the fire as he chomped down on the rich protein, its juices sloshing around in his jaw and funneling its strength down his broad neck, under his mountainous pectorals, through the valley that was his rigid, eight-pack abdominals, into his tree-trunk thighs and down past his meaty calves. All that power slammed into his feet, forcing his toes to uncurl with such force that they came bursting out from his shoes. Relief and satisfaction like he had just orgasmed flooded his mind. Euphoria compelled him to swallow his mouthful, dulling sensations of his broadening feet tearing through the remnants of his shoes.

There wasn't an inch of clothing left on him… save for his tight briefs that had retreated against his waistline and was now visibly straining and stained by his raging erection.

And there was just one more lamb chop left.

He reached down, grabbing the remaining morsel in both hands like he was holding the Holy Grail. Glowing green eyes wide, he brought it to his lips… and then wrapped his lips around it.

“Mmmmmmmmmrghf!"

Adam's eyes squeezed shut and he collapsed against the seat, bucking his hips madly. His gyrations slammed against the table, jostling it loudly. All that disturbance went unnoticed by him as the tightness around the prickling sensation of his skin turning green swept down his legs, causing his briefs to stand out all the more. All his awareness became focused on chewing the last piece of meat between his jaws and the rising desire that was pulsing louder and louder between his legs.

Fuuuuuuuuck!

He tore the protein from the bone and his cock throbbed upwards a good four inches, pulling the elastic of his briefs away from his skin. The fabric disappeared between the crack of his thick, meaty ass. Three hearty crunches of his molars and the vegetables released their sweetness with the lamb. His cock pushed out another three inches, the elastic now groaning audibly. Flavor danced between his tongue and he guided the meat towards his teeth. Just one bite was all it took for his cock to burst free of its confines. Precum-soaked cloth flew off in all directions, the elastic snapping right down the middle and collapsing against the seat, defeated.

“Urghfff… Urghff! Mmmmm… Urghfff!"

Being the last serving before the end of the meal, this mouthful was the most in need of savoring. There were some parallels between the last bite of this meal versus the overwhelming need to cum churning in his balls. Somehow, Adam managed to resist and kept his big, green hands well away from his throbbing cock. Instead, his fingers dug into the velvety upholstery he was sitting on, twisting and curling in ecstasy as each rush of flavor edged him closer and closer to release.

Not to be denied their own growth, his balls surged in size. The dark hairs curling around his sack nearly disappeared against the growing green mass that quickly forced his thighs apart, giving him further reason to walk around in a waddle than just the mere breadth of his quads. Positioned as he was, his orange-sized testicles slipped over the edge of his seat, hanging low between his legs while happily filling their new, bigger stores with as much of his seed as possible.

Behind the scenes, something the flood of sensations towards his cock was doing something else than just stimulating him. Every burst of sweetness from the vegetables, sour tang of the dressing, fresh bitterness from the pesto and tantalizing saltiness from the meat traveled down his throat carrying inconsistencies in his memory.

Days of being bullied for having such a scrawny frame in high school were peeled away from his mind, replaced instead with attending parties but being the responsible big guy in the room that dragged away his drunken friend and made sure they got home safe.

What…? No. I… I was small. I couldn't do that. I never drank either…

Of course he had to be the one to do it.

Why? Why me? What did I have to offer?

No one else were nearly big or strong enough to carry their fat asses to safety. He was their big, green guardian angel.

Well… Yeah, I guess that makes sense. They did call me that…

Lonely nights spent masturbating to images found for free on the internet were washed away. In their place was a one-night stand with the most popular girl in school who turned out to be a real bitch and only wanted to use him for his popularity and size.

No… If I dated Chloe Kichimura I wouldn't clung onto her for dear life even if she was just using me for my body…

That turned him off women for good.

But… What she did was pretty bad…

That magical evening he spent with his best friend and fellow wrestler getting over the crushing realization of being used was the turning point of his sexuality.

Wrestling? But I never wrestled! Though, Colin was really nice. And we've known each other since we were kids. Too bad he moved away…

Guys knew what guys wanted for physically and psychologically.

Yeah. Guys are great. I love hanging out with the guys and I love fucking them.

Even the moment when he was thrown into the garbage by that asshole Kyle Steward was erased from his memory.

Fucking Kyle… Such a dumb little shit.

When he had heard that the guy he had spent hours tutoring and even come up with clever sports-related analogies to get mathematics through his head had gotten a C in his last test because he fell asleep halfway through it, he was furious.

His problem isn't that he's stupid. He's smart. But he's just too fucking committed to the whole 'dumb jock' persona.

That piece of knowledge was enough to turn his green skin red and he had been on way to beat some sense into that thick-skulled feline.

If I can be smart, buff and play sports at the same time, so can that idiot!

These memories of skinny, bespectacled human Adam Lewis were pulled from his mind and his past. Each followed the trail of flavors from his mouth, the morsel seemingly resisting fully being swallowed until every last trace of the old Adam was sent down to his stomach where they were digested and immediately pumped towards his churning balls.

The last memory was coming into The Beastaurant. He hadn't been helped out of the dumpster by the Host.

Why was I even dumpster diving in the first place? That's stupid.

Kicking Kyle Steward's ass required sustenance and he had spotted the little restaurant on his way to the idiot's frat house. Always a proponent for small businesses and indie restaurants, Adam had decided to try the place out before he gave Kyle a piece of his mind.

And this place is fucking awesome!

That last bit of information was the last piece that demanded he swallow his mouthful. His eyes sprang open, the bright green glow in his irises fading to leave his eyes a light, nutty brown with flecks of gold around the edges. Panting and with his big, green, naked body heaving, Adam shuffled back up to a sitting position. The enormous frame of an orc fit the booth perfectly. Perhaps one other orc could fit in the booth with him or maybe to smaller humans. Images of having two sexy guys flanking him, one in each arm, caused his cock to twitch with excitement.

Wait… Why the fuck am I naked?

A rush of embarrassment crept up his cheeks.

Fuck! What the hell!?

“And here is your dessert, sir."

Adam immediately went to hide his raging fourteen-inch boner from the draconic Host. Strangely, the golden-eyed dragon made no comment as he took away the large plate that had been wiped clean with one hand and replaced it with a smaller plate with some sort of opaque, creamy, green jelly sitting at the center.

“This is a pistachio panna cotta," explained the host. “It is served on a base of homemade wild berry gelatine, sugar crystals candy made right here on site for a crunchy texture with a strawberry coulis and some fresh berries. Our chefs have called this our Step to Graduation. Once again, I suggest having a drink to clear your palette before partaking in this meal. Please, enjoy."

Without another word, the Host turned and left with Adam's finished plate.

Fuck… Probably left because I'm streaking over here.

Adam regarded the beautiful dessert in front of him. Perfectly circular, the panna cotta was a soft, creamy green in color and jiggled playfully when lightly disturbed. Its based was made from a bright red jelly that had slivers of strawberries and other berries embedded artfully into it. Roughly shaped sugar crystals dotted the entire plat like little geodes painted a light green. Strawberries, blueberries and a lone raspberry sat right beside the little mound of green. Swirls of bright red from the coulis decorated the gaps between the components.

It was too breathtaking to eat but a strong compulsion demanded that he finish his meal.

Better finish my drink first.

He grabbed the Greener Grass, his drink, and lifted it towards his lips. The straw and glass seemed oddly small and even a small sip no longer satisfied or wet the entire mouth. Only a single mouthful remained of the brilliant cocktail so he downed every last drop - even achieving the slurping noise - before swallowing. The sweet and minty taste of the drink danced on his tongue like it always did and as before, his eyes became glazed while green light shone behind his irises. The rest of his body moved on autopilot as his big hand picked up the petite little dessert spoon and scooped a bit of the panna cotta onto it, grabbing some of the coulis, sugar crystals and a lone berry before lifting it to his mouth.

Nothing could have prepared him for what came next. The moment his lips closed in around the bite, he was assaulted by a vastly different experience than before. The appetizer had been so fresh and full of life like spring. The main course had been like a powerful punch in the summer heat. This dessert was the calm, mellowness of fall. Tartness from the berry and berry jelly was the first thing that hit him. Against his cleansed palette it was a big burst that had his lips squeezing together and his eyes pulling shut. Then came the middle ground of the coulis, gently leading him down a path from sour to sweet which ended in the sharp, crunchy bursts of sugar that were the crystals. This paved the way for the mellow, creamy flavor of the pistachio panna cotta itself to finish the taste and compel him to swallow.

There was no stopping it.

Just as there was no stopping the sudden onset of orgasm that was pumping through his cock.

Fuck! Of fuck! I'm going to cum!

Adam threw his head back, letting out a loud, bellowing roar that shook the restaurant and rattled the now-empty glass in front of him. Hot, white, orc cum carrying the remnants of the old Adam Lewis came spewing out of his thick, veiny cock. Geyser-like seed reached an apex of just about nose-level before it came crashing back down around him, splattering all over his chest, arms, legs and the strips of clothing that he had discarded. In fact, each drop of his creamy, white seed seemed to fall directly on a piece of discarded clothing even though one of them had fallen in the adjacent booth. Those pieces of cloth absorbed the seed hungrily, allowing each to seep into the discarded scraps before growing transparent, limp and eventually fading from existence. Even the shards of his shoes were not spared as his cum appeared to home in on every piece of discarded clothing of the old Adam Lewis and erase them from existence.

“Fuck…" he moaned, panting heavily. “Fuck me… Urgh…"

Even without needing to open his eyes, Adam somehow managed to find where the dessert was, take another scoop and bring it towards his lips.

I've already cum… I'm not going to cum again… Can't make more of a mess anyway.

How wrong he was.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck!" he groaned.

The moment that next mouthful entered his system, his cock and balls immediately went into overdrive. The shockwave of pleasure sent him tumbling back into the seat. His dick once again gushed what seemed to be gallons of cum, this time shooting straight upwards. The rain of white man cream splattered all over his face, chest, forearms and somehow even managed to splattered all over his legs. Like nourishing rain to dehydrated crops, where his seed landed, thick, black hairs began springing out of his green skin. Dense, curly hairs sprang up all over his pectorals forming a thick mat that tapered down to a point just above his abdominals before forming a single, dark streak right down the middle of his stomach to meet up with the thick treasure trail already there. Similar hairs curled around his forearms, creeping up the back of his hand and around his knuckles. A forest of dark hairs covered his thighs and thickened around his calves almost like his own furry set of black pants.

I… I can't… Fuck… I can't.

But he had to. He had to finish his dessert.

Even before he finished that though, his hand - still gripping the dessert spoon and guided by some mysterious force - had already scooped up the next mouthful and inched it towards his lips.

I can't cum again… My balls have got to be empty… I can't…

But he did.

The panna cotta slipped down his throat, traveled through his system and rammed his testicles from the inside like an electrified battering ram. Dick still very much erect, a violent explosion of seed came blasting out of his meaty tube with enough force that it surged upwards another two inches. The power of the orgasm was enough that his foreskin green foreskin was dragged back around his even darker green glands.

Which only made sense. Orcs didn't get circumcised. That was a human thing.

Like before, his seed came crashing back down onto him but this time, it was focused in certain body parts. Two large pools landed directly over his downward facing nipples. There, the focused, solidified and pierced the sensitive, dark flesh. Two, silvery wring materialized from his cum. The drops that fell all over his right arm coalesced around his right bicep, transforming into a black band with a pocket for mini-audio player. That very same audio player materialized a moment later from large globules of cum that migrated from his chest and made their way to the pocket. Those on his left arm wrapped around his wrist, transforming in a big, silvery watch - a gift from Colin his first boyfriend when they moved away from one another. The splatters on his face nestled over his nose and ears, transforming into sharp, square glasses. His vision was not perfect but he didn't need them all the time especially when he was wrestling.

“Shit…" Adam panted, regaining some control over his body. His left hand seized his thick, throbbing meat. “What the fuck, dude?" he growled. “You're horny as fuck today!"

Even as he said this, his right hand had already used the spoon to scoop up another morsel of dessert and slipped it between his tusks. Adam's eyelids fluttered and he let loose another ear-splitting roar. Hot seed came blasting out of his cock, covering his entire torso. Warmth from his own cum was strangely familiar and brought back memories of when he had jumped into an orgy with six other guys. Bathing in their cum as it came fresh out of their cocks and he likewise lathered them with his own was definitely one of the best experiences in his life.

Wait… did that really happen? Did I…?

His cock immediately responded with a resounding 'yes' as another burst of seed struck his neck.

Fuck yeah! A seven-way! A new record! Gonna go for eight this year! Hell! Let's do ten!

Beads of cum around his neck quickly hardened, transforming into a thick silver chain that clung to his dense neck almost like a choker. Two orc fangs hung from the chain - his baby tusks - as was tradition amongst his particular subspecies of orc. The seed that covered his chest turned black, creeping all over his torso, hugging his taut muscles and sliding over is hilly back. The creamy texture of his seed became more like fabric, transforming into a black tank top with a shockingly deep neckline to show off the deep valley between his pectorals and the proud bush of curly black chest hair he sported. On the garment were the words 'Math + Muscle = Bodybuilding' in bright yellow letters. Across the back were the words 'Mathalon 2021 Champion'.

More control returned to the rest of his body and somehow, Adam managed to sit himself up even as his cock continued to slap against his chest and ooze cum.

“Goddamnit," he growled at his own manhood. “You've gotten me into more trouble than I can fucking count!"

Though I've never been kicked out of a restaurant before because I was horny.

That'd be a first.

As these thoughts finished, the last few bites of his dessert were finding their way to his lips by his rogue right hand. He was already swallowing the deliciously sour and sweet dessert by the time he even registered what had happened and that was only because his dick unleashed its next torrent of seed right into his face. The sudden splash of warm fluids was so stunning that he remained in that position for a good long while, long enough for his seed fully integrate into his features.

Much like the cum that had splattered all over his chest, his own fluids seeped into his pores. Strands of hair grew and multiplied from his eyebrows, ensuring that they were thicker and fuller to highlight his shining eyes. Much of the cum gathered around the edges of his strong, square jaw. Strands of curly hair sprouted from his green skin, gathering together and forming a well-kempt chinstrap beard that helped to define where his neck ended and his jaw began. Without even knowing it, he lapped up some of his own seed, mixing the delicious cream he produced with the creamy deliciousness of the panna cotta.

Left with just a few bites left, Adam lifted his head and scooped his second-to-last spoonful and brought it to his lips. Pressure built in his balls almost immediately. His powerful fingers wrapped around the base of his cock, trying to hold back the tide and he succeeded for all of a few seconds before the dam burst. This shot was not as powerful as the past ones but it still produced a copious amount of seed that shot high enough to the air that when it came back down, it landed on his shins. The angle of his legs allowed easy access for his seed to slide down towards his feet, sliding between his toes and quickly forming enormous sandals that would not fit normal humans.

One last bite left.

Regret panged through his chest as he picked up the last berry, the last dribble of coulis and the last bit of the jiggling panna cotta. His eyes shut, drifting off into bliss as he allowed the last mouthful of the life changing meal to slide between his lips and down his throat.

“Uuuuuuuuuck…" came his low, rumbling moan.

A river of his seed leaked out of his cock head, drooling all over the length of his manhood and quickly spreading along his legs. The pearlescent goo turned a soft, faded blue, its texture becoming harder and wound into tight, blue fibers that would be tough to break. The exception was right around the knees which was permanently shredded by design. The tough jeans curled around his thighs, hugging his bubble ass and making it pop out all the more. Before the buttons wound together to seal away his sizable boner, a the cum around his cock morphed and twisted into a bright red and white jockstrap that perfectly cupped his member.

At long last, the blood began draining from his cock, allowing him to achieve that moment of post-coital clarity. The glow from his eyes faded, leaving him blinking up at the Host that hovered in front of him expectantly.

“How was your meal?" asked the black dragon.

Adam took a second to recompose himself, resting his meat hands over washboard abdominals. Memories of the mind-blowing meal was still fresh in his mind but gone were the thoughts of having felt weird being in such a big body, the oddness of having grown tusks, his flesh turning green or cumming over and over again. He was vaguely aware that he had grown erect because of the food and was a little bashful at the very visible cumstain that soaked the front of his pants but that actually filled him with a little bit of pride as well.

“It was fucking awesome, man," he laughed. “I'm going to have to recommend this place to all my friends!"

“Thank you kindly," said the host, bowing to him and taking the finished dish as well as his empty glass. “Thank you for your patronage. I hope you enjoyed your experience here at The Beastaurant. Enjoy the rest of your day."

Hold on.

“Wait a second," Adam said, lifting a hand as the Host turned to leave. “We have to settle up."

An enigmatic smile coupled with a strange glint in the dragon's eyes felt Adam feeling a little… strange. Scared, even. Like he had just made a deal with the devil.

“No need. You have already paid."

“I… Have?"

“Why yes. You have spent your time here. That is all we can ask. Have a nice day, Mr. Lewis. And don't forget, you asked me to remind you to pay one Mr. Kyle Steward a visit."

Fuck! That's right!

Adam rose from his seat, having to push aside the ivory and marble table to shuffle out of the booth. “Right. Thanks for reminding me, man. Thanks again for the meal! See you later!"

As the orc bounded out of the restaurant, having to duck his head under the doorframe of the exit, the dragon smiled softly to himself.

“I sincerely doubt that."

Little did Adam know, the moment he stepped through that door and began running down the street, the little green door with the neon sign vanished from sight. The odd corner store that seemed like the painters and designers had purposefully forgotten to paint over the red bricks faded from view. All the exposed brick was covered in the same bland, gray concrete of the surrounding buildings and no sign of The Beastaurant remained.

Another happy customer.

Dessert

When Adam Lewis, the towering champion of the college wrestling team came charging down the hallways of the fraternity, no one stopped him. The sophomore astronomy major was well known in the house because he either tutored most of the people there or worked out with them. Invitations to join the frat had been denied multiple times because Adam was above the partying, drinking and senseless fucking that went on behind the scenes. Plus, after having learned just how stupid some of the guys were, he felt that he'd lose entire letter grades for each second he spent with them.

That didn't mean he didn't take pride in elevating their grades and injecting some much-needed balance into their lives. Many touted him as the upcoming valedictorian simply because he was socially active, loved by his professors, got amazing grades, was physically fit and drop-dead gorgeous. No one - orc or human - could match his popularity.

Fratboys parted ways out of respect as he stormed up the to the second floor of the frat and barged right into Kyle Steward's room. The lion, who was reclining on his bed and playing on his phone, immediately jumped up in surprise, fangs bared. Claws were halfway out when he realized who he was snarling at and he transformed into a meek kitten, ears folded back and eyes wide as Adam stormed over to him.

“Hey fucker," growled Adam, slamming the door behind him. “What's this I hear about you getting a C in your last test?"

“Uhm… Hey Adam," mumbled Kyle, shrinking all the way back up against the headboard of his bed. “I… uhm… H - How'd y - you hear about that?"

Cheeks flushed red with anger, the freckles across his nose became more visible whereas before they were nearly invisible against his green skin. He balled a massive hand into a fist and slammed it against the nearby wall. The ensuing quake made Kyle yelp and jump. Scrambling and hurried whispering could be heard on the other side of the door. Everyone knew what happened when you got a sub-par grade when Adam Lewis was your tutor.

“How the fuck do you think I found out?" he growled back, storming over to the feline. He reached for the rims of his tank top, slowly peeling it off so that he could keep eye contact with Kyle for as long as possible. “I'm sure you've heard what happens when people get bad grades after doing something fucking stupid like sleeping in the middle of the test."

“N - N - no…" Kyle whimpered.

Liar.

It was clear from the rising bulge in the lion's pants that was a lie. Part of him wondered if the idiot had failed on purpose just so that he could get the dicking he deserved and he was tempted to hold off. But he had a reputation to uphold. Anyone who got Adam Lewis as a tutor got a reward based on their performance. A's meant you got Anal. C's would normally mean you'd get Cock and naturally D would be a good Dicking. The growing suspicion that Kyle had purposefully underperformed was too hard to ignore.

Adam removed his sweaty tank top and tossed it in Kyle face. The lion visibly took a long, deep whiff of the sweat-soaked garment and even had the audacity to press it against his face for as long as possible before removing it. When he did, however, he found himself nose-to-nose with the growling orc.

“What grade were you aiming for, Kyle?"

The basketball player swallowed loudly. “A… An A…" he offered meekly, the sheepish grin being completely unconvincing. “Of course I wanted an A."

WHAM!

Adam's fist visibly cracked the headboard behind the lion. “Tell me the truth, Kyle!"

The lion shook in fear. “D… I wanted a D. Because… Because I heard you… uhm… You…"

Unfortunate but Adam's reputation preceded him. Everyone knew that getting an A resulted in one of the most memorable and mind-blowing sex ever. Ethical questions could be raised about it but there was no doubt that the results spoke for themselves. Those he tutored loved how attentive Adam was to their needs whereas getting a C or D unleashed an entirely selfish Adam who would use the failing student more as a Dick Dock or a Cum Dumpster than anything else, often times leaving them unfinished and unsatisfied much like their grades. An alpha male like Kyle would not have requested his tutoring services - especially in this frat house - without knowing the consequences.

“Tell me why and be honest this time," Adam growled. “Why the fuck would you compromise your whole fucking future just to get my dick in you?"

Kyle looked away, lips twisting defiantly. “Look, everyone in the house says you're fucking awesome at sex and, I'm straight and all, but they just keep going on and on about it that… I got a little curious." He crossed his arms with a huff. “I figured if I got a really bad grade, I would hate the 'Dicking' you'd give me, still stay straight and at least be able to tell the other guys that I fucking tried it."

So that's it. It was peer pressure.

All that machismo, bravado and posturing was just to maintain an image.

It's sad but an unfortunate reality.

“Fine," Adam sighed, straightening slightly. “Tell you what. I won't give you the 'Cock' treatment that comes with a C. We can just tell everyone that we did it. I've got a reputation to uphold after all."

Kyle's features brightened slightly. “Really?"

“Yes. Really. We'll just have to make very convincing sounds."

The lion seemed a lot more at ease. “Yeah. Sure. I can do that."

“Good."

Then Adam started unzipping his pants making Kyle go rigid.

“W - W - whoa! The fuck are you doing man!? I thought you wouldn't coat me in cum!"

A savage grin crossed his features, his shark tusks glinting in the light. Tattered jeans fell to the floor with a loud, heavy whump. The red and white jockstrap strained against his rising manhood. “I said I wouldn't give you the treatment deserving of getting a C. I'm not going to give you the D you wanted either."

The cogs were ticking slowly in Kyle's pea-brain. So slowly in fact that an entire minute passed before Adam got fed up with waiting for the lion to catch on.

“I'm going to fuck you, you dumb piece of shit!" He slammed both his hands against the headboard, pinning Kyle between his meaty biceps. “You'll get to feel what it's like to get an 'F'. That way, you'll never want to fail again."

“W - W - What!?" Kyle stammered despite the fact that he was already reaching for his own pants and starting to pull down his shorts. “I… Uhm… I don't… I never…"

“Don't worry," Adam replied with a savage grin. “I know it's your first F. So I'll go easy on you. Now turn around."

No further protests were offered as Kyle, his own ten-inch boner pressing up against his shorts, turned onto his stomach and offered his ass to the orc tutor. Adam reached forward, hooking those shorts with his fingers and easily sliding them off the lion's shapely ass. The tufted tail was lifted so far up into the air that he could likely fly a pride flag from it and it'd be seen halfway across the country. There were more lessons to be learned here than just a failing grade.

Kyle's eyes were shut and he was shaking in anticipation. Heat radiated from his balls with such intensity that he could likely roast a whole turkey from contact alone. That didn't deter Adam, however, who leaned into the lion and took a deep whiff of the feline's balls. Waterfalls of precum were already pouring out of the lion's erect dick. Either the basketball star hadn't gotten off recently or he had been looking forward to this moment for a very long time.No matter the reason, Adam's long, flexible tongue snaked out between his tusks and slipped over the hair, tawny orbs.

“Ooooh… Ah!" gasped Kyle. “Is… Is this the 'B' treatment?"

“Shut the fuck up, dipshit," Adam snarled. “I'm tutoring you here. Now pay attention."

With his tongue, Adam guided one of Kyle's balls between his lips and began to gentle suckle on it. Cum churned within those orbs that he could almost feel it pulsing towards the lion's cock. Heat intensified and at the same time, Adam's had stimulated his own salivary glands enough for the next step. Pulling away form those orbs, he drew his tongue slowly up the back of Kyle's scrotum, grasping the meaty buns of the lion's butt and slowly pushing the two large muscle aside.

“Oh god…" mumbled Kyle, eyes shut and a soft whimper rising from his throat.

Adam tasted the salty need from the lion. His tongue expertly ran around the ring of sensitive, virgin flesh, doing slow, gentle laps that had the lion quivering. Tension soon left the feline's muscles and was replaced with a quivering desire. Adam Lewis was well-known for catering to each and every one of his student's needs and had a keen sixth-sense for what they wanted and what they needed to learn.

And Kyle Steward needed a good fucking.

He pulled his tongue away from the lubricated hole, tusks flashing. “Now tell me, Kyle. What's the zero plus one?"

“Huuuuh…?" moaned the lion.

SMACK!

Kyle yelped, his left butt cheek quivering from the sudden slap. “Yeow! The fuck!?"

“What's zero plus one, dipshit!?" roared Adam.

“One! Okay? It's ooooooooooooo…!" Kyle's eyes rolled into the back of his head as one of Adam's big, green fingers pressed into his ass. “Oooooh… One… one… one…"

“That's right," Adam said with a grin, slowly pushing his finger deeper into the lion, one knuckle at a time. “Just one. See? Isn't that easy? Just relax. It doesn't have to be hard."

Kyle whimpered, burying his head into the pillows of his bed while his cock continued to leak precum all over the sheets. He was completely unaware of Adam slipping his own jockstrap off, leaving his sixteen-inch member to rise up and just kiss the lion's balls. Thick globules of precum squirted from the uncut head, oozing onto the balls, seemingly stimulating them all the more. Every thrust pushed him closer and closer to Kyle until their cocks were practically pressed against one another, his hanging right underneath the lion's. Insatiable lust and a stimulated prostate poured precum right out of Kyle's feline cock and onto Adam's, the clear slime traveling along the thick, green meat before dropping onto the sheets below.

“Now. What's one plus one?"

“Oh god…" whimpered Kyle. “It's… It's… Two… Twoooooooooo!"

Another finger joined the first and suddenly, Kyle was gyrating his hips in tandem with Adam's slow, steady thrusts.

“Yeah. That's right. Good boy. Now you know what comes next, right?"

“Three…"

“Got that right."

A third finger and now, Kyle was yowling in pleasure, unable to contain himself as he lustily speared himself onto Adam's fingers. The sight of the lean, muscular alpha-jock prostrating himself in front of him was somewhat cathartic but at the same time, Adam couldn't help but feel a little sorry for the guy. Pressured into adhering to the same standards that had been outdated for fifty years, shameful of his own needs and so far in the closet that he needed to get a failing grade in order to get fucked.

He just needs a good fucking.

“You ready for a hard lesson?" Adam growled.

“Please…" moaned the lion. “I need it… I need it so bad…"

Cock now completely lubricated in Kyle's own precum, Adam pulled his fingers out of the stretched hole and leveled his member at the prepared entrance.

“This is what happens if you get an 'F' while I'm your tutor."

Without much ceremony or more warning, he rammed his dick right into Kyle's ass. He couldn't get more than six inches in before he hit resistance but it was enough to cause Kyle to immediately throw his head back and let out a cry that was half in shock and half in pleasure. Adam grabbed the lion's dyed mane with one hand and the long, rope-like tail in the other. A quick tug on both and he impaled the lion another to inches onto his dick.

Before he could even ask how the younger student was doing, Kyle shouted very loudly, “Fuck! Deeper! Fuck me deeper!"

A bit of concern flashed across Adam's features. “You sure? This is your first time."

That bit of jock bravado burned behind the lion's eyes again as he glared over his shoulder. “Fuck he deeper, you pussy! Or is that all you've got!?"

Adam snarled, pulled back his cock an inch or two and then rammed it back with enough force that Kyle was momentarily lifted off the bed. “You can't take all I've got, dipshit!"

“I can take it! I can so fucking take it! Come one! Fuck me! Fuck me harder!"

He happily obliged partially to see this cocky alpha brought down a peg but also because his own desire was mounting like a volcano readying to erupt. Kyle's virgin ass wrapped tightly around his dick like a vice, squeezing his sensitive flesh as he thrust in and out with increasing frequency. His grunts and Kyle's moans quickly fell into a rhythm, harmonizing with the squeaks and groans of the bed beneath them.

Inch after inch buried deeper and deeper into Kyle. Ten inches was the limit before Kyle had to adjust his positioning. The lusty lion desired more even though Adam's cock was pressing hard against his prostate causing bursts of precum to shoot out of his cock like a sprinkler. A different position was needed. Despite being a virgin, Kyle had the true instincts of a bottom and leaned back into Adam's chest. The new position allowed further two inches to sink into him and for each thrust to become longer, stronger and hotter.

No longer needing to hold the lion's tail or head, Adam's hands were free. That gave him the flexibility to reach around the feline's chest, grabbing the letterman jacket the jock always wore and flinging it off tot he side. The white shirt beneath still remained an obstacle and he didn't have patience to remove it entirely. He just seized the collar and tore it right down the middle, revealing the lion's chiseled chest. One hand pinched a nipple and Kyle rolled his head, moaning in ecstasy. That allowed his ass to loosen a little bit more and a further two inches to sink in.

Loud, wet slapping echoed in the single bedroom. Harder and harder and with increasing fervor, Adam tried to push the last two inches of his cock into the feline but to no avail. This was the limit.

Or is it.

Half of his cock was pulled out of the lion before he roughly grabbed Kyle's shoulders and then spun him around, pivoting on an axis of his cock. Dazed and a little stunned, Kyle stared in surprise as he suddenly found his back pressed up against the bed and with his legs folded behind Adam's back. Grinning, his tusks flashing, Adam grabbed the lion's paws and guided them towards the handlebar nipple piercings.

“You better hold on," he growled.

Kyle's eyes widened in horror. “Oh shit…" He immediately grabbed the silver piercings, the stimulating tug immediately triggering Adam's primal, orcish nature.

A deafening roar rippled through his throat as Adam shoved all sixteen inches of his dick right into the lion's ass with enough force that Kyle's back was forced off the bed, his chest thrusting into the air and a high-pitched yowl rising from his throat.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuuuuuuck!" cried the lion. “Urgh! Yeeees! You monster! You fucking beast!" Kyle tugged harder on the piercings, urging Adam on. The orc pulled his cock back and then slammed himself deep into the lion over and over again with increasing intensity; hilting over and over, balls slapping against that tight, furry, bubble butt and with precum pouring out of the abused hole like a fountain.

“Aaaaaaargh!" Kyle roared. “Fuck! I'm getting close!"

Adam didn't want to admit it, but so was he. Growled past his tusks as his balls churned, readying to unleash their payload. He held back, however. Failing students wouldn't see him cum first. They had to cum first so that they knew their place. They would have to work their way up to C and above before they had the honor of getting to feel him cum first.

“Yeeees!" moaned Kyle. “Fuck yeeeeeees! Aaaaaaaargh!"

The lion released Adam's nipple rings, claws out and raking across the sheets beneath him. Those very same claws scraped across the mattress, sending puffs of cotton and spongy mattress foam into the air. The resounding ripping noise was joined by Kyle's cry of ecstasy. Molten, creamy, lion jizz spewed out of the barbed dick, spraying all over the feline's exposed chest. It was Adam's next thrust, however, that send that seed shooting right into the lion's open muzzle.

“You better fucking swallow!" roared Adam, shoving his cock back in to the abused hole.

Kyle licked up the cum that was still spraying all over his muzzle, swallowing as he went along.

That was enough for Adam.

The orc let out his own bellowing cry, unleashing his hot seed right into the lion's ass. Kyle shuddered and his orgasming cock renewed its intensity and fired off an even more powerful blast of cum all over his face, some even landing on the headboard behind him.

Both men quaked, shuddered and convulsed as they unleashed their payload. Kyle's virgin ass couldn't take a lot of the virile orc's seed so much of it leaked out of from between what little gaps the monstrous, green cock allowed and fell onto the mattress. Even once Kyle's entire supply of seed was spent, he was visible still orgasmic, bucking his hips and squirming as more and more orc cum poured into him.

Minutes went by, most of the time spent dry humping one another before Adam decided it was finally time to pull out. As he extracted his cock, a gush of his cum poured onto the torn and shredded sheets beneath him. Kyle collapsed into the pool, spent, sweating and slightly delirious. The basketball player was absently licking his muzzle even though it was already clean of seed. Clearly he enjoyed the taste.

“Lesson over," growled Adam with a satisfied grin. He swung his legs off the bed and reached for his jockstrap. A few minutes had to be wasted waiting for his erection to go down but he smoothly got dressed in a practiced fashion shortly afterward. This wasn't the first time he had to show a student what an 'F' felt like.

“Don't fail on purpose again," he sneered, heading for the door. “Next time, you better bring your 'A' game."

Adam twisted the doorknob and pulled the door partially open. Several other doors down the hallway slammed shut as he placed a foot out of Kyle's room. Clearly other members of the fraternity had been listening in. That brought a cocky smile to Adam's lips. Kyle managed to get hit by that post-nut clarity and immediately sat up.

“But… We've got a session right now."

For a second, Adam Lewis regarded his watch.

Fuck… He's right.

Then he grinned.

Fuck. He's right.

Slamming the door shut, he turned back towards Kyle, his cock already stirring in his pants.

“Let's go over your A, B, C's again."

Mignardise

Adam Lewis graduated as valedictorian of his class and went on to pursue a Masters Degree in Physics. He took a teaching course on the side before eventually taking a job in the same university as a professor teaching both Astronomy and Physics. Well loved by his students for his easy going manner and his unique means of teaching by mixing physical education with advanced mathematics and actually showing how calculus and physics apply to real life with live demonstrations, he would go on to enjoy a storied career before eventually settling down with his life partner, Kyle Steward.

Kyle, in the meantime, continued to pursue basketball up until he graduated. While he got top marks in his communications course, he eventually abandoned his dreams of becoming a basketball player in the NBA and became a personal trainer instead. He and Adam dated openly all throughout his career with Adam often testing out some 'experimental teaching methods' on him before bringing them to his students.

Both men quite enjoyed helping particularly hard-headed, stubborn or struggling students with their own unique one-on-one lessons or, if particularly difficult cases, two-on-one. Using Kyle as a case study often helped inspire other students to pursue greater heights of academic excellence.

This year, both Adam and Kyle attended a personal training conference in Hawaii where their unique 'grading system' was submitted for consideration as a national standard.

Kyle also proposed.

Adam said yes.