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Be Merry and Gay Part 1: An Uninvited Guest Written by: TiranMaster “Dude, I’m not going to kiss you,” Felix said, the otter laughing as he pushed his friend away, the stag cackling as he stumbled back, the mistletoe pinched in between his fingers. “Can’t handle all this, bro?” Bryce asked, grabbing his crotch and thrusting forward, Felix groaning his disgust as he turned around. The room around them was brightly festooned with all of the colors and accessories of Christmas, the tree in the corner sparkling, and the festive music turned up. “Dude, the song said to be merry and gay or something, so why don’t we try it?” Bryce asked, laughing as he ducked under the sock Felix tossed. The pair were being loud as their third roommate, a handsome tiger came out of the kitchen, two bowls of popcorn held precariously in his hands. “If you two don’t knock it off, I’m going to kick both of your asses, and then I’ll tell the neighbors you were fucking like two gay elves.” Ryan growled, watching as his friends’ faces heated up at the suggestion, “that’s what I thought, now get your asses on the couch. Time to watch Die Hard, the ultimate Christmas movie.” “Not a Christmas movie,” Felix said, yanking one of the popcorn bowls out of his roommate’s hand. “Don’t start this again,” Bryce groaned, falling back onto his sofa, causing the furniture to creak ominously under his weight. “Personally though, I think we should watch the Gremlin movies though, much better winter movies.” “I already won three games of COD, I beat you guys and I chose the movie, we’re not doing this shit again,” Ryan growled, “and be careful with the chair, you already broke one this year.” Bryce flashed him a grin, shooting finger guns at his friend. “Good news, in just a few days, it’ll be a new year.” He laughed as Ryan tossed a pillow at him, nearly knocking the popcorn bowl out of his hands. The trio settled in, each of them munching hungrily on popcorn, Felix switching from bowl to bowl, flipping around on the couch with hyperactive energy. As the movie went on, none of the three noticed a strange glow pulsing from the star atop their Christmas tree, a magical energy gathering in the room. It wasn’t until their TV screen flickered and became a nonsensical static of candy canes and ornaments dancing across the screen did they realize something was very wrong. “Did you sit on the controller?” Bryce asked, glancing over at Felix, the otter throwing his hands up as he gestured with his tail at Ryan. “He has the remote!” Ryan picked up the remote and pressed the buttons a few times to try and fix the TV, but it didn’t seem to react at all. “Maybe pull the plug?” Felix asked, standing up to do so, before he noticed a strange line forming in the air in front of the tree. “Uh... guys, I think something’s going on?” When all three were looking at the strange rip in the air, they all were blinded as it ripped open in a sparkling mess of magical power. Red, green, and gold stars flared in the air as a shape slowly approached the entry from what looked to be a long hallway. “Ho ho hos, Merry Christmas, my cute little friends!” A deep voice bellowed, the voice seeming to come from both far away and too close, all three of them smacking their hands to their ears as they blinked away the strange sparkles. “Is that... Santa?” Felix asked, looking baffled as he tried to shake away the magical flashbang effect. “Dude, Santa doesn’t exist,” Ryan said, always the voice of reason, the tiger stood up and put himself into a defensive position as the shape from the strange hole started to clear. “Who the hell are you? How did you get in here?” The individual in the magical hole stepped out, revealing himself to be a massive deer with blue tribal tattoos running across his muscular pec and onto one of his thick biceps. All three men were baffled, as the entire situation was crazy enough, but what was weirder was he was wearing a bright red and white diaper with candy canes magically dancing across the surface. “No, I’m not Santa, little hos, but I am here to spread Christmas joy across the multiverse,” the deer said, spreading his hands wide as he grinned wide at the three. “Ryan, what did you put in the popcorn?” Bryce asked, putting down the popcorn slowly as he stood to his full height. Despite being the tallest of the three, and another buck, he was nowhere as tall as the stranger in their room. “Oh, hello there, handsome, I didn’t know there was another buck in the room,” the strange buck said, giving him an up and down. By that point, the three had noticed that the entirety of his eye was blue, as if his irises had bled throughout. More than that though, his eyes were glimmering, literally glowing with magical energy. “As for who I am, my cute little ho’s, my name is Stringham, though you can call me Daddy if you’d like,” he chuckled. “As for why I am here, your Christmas merriment and gay acts brought me here to help you spread your joy to the world.” Little bells hanging from the tip of each of Stringham’s horns jingled and jangled with every movement, and the candy canes continued to dance animatedly upon his diaper. He gave a little spin as if to make sure they all got a good look at him, but none of them could really believe what was happening. “How in the hell did you get in here?” Ryan asked, still unsure of what was happening, wondering if he’d fallen asleep during the movie. Stringham just chuckled as he gestured towards the magical rip in the air, a gust of cold air whipping into the room, causing the three inhabitants to shiver despite their fur. “Isn’t it obvious? I walked across the dimension boundaries to come and pay you all a visit. After all, this world is so dull and boring without some magic, so I brought it myself.” “This is insane,” Felix said, shaking his head slowly as he took in the sight before him. “Bryce, did you pay your cousin or something to wear a diaper and dance around the living room? Cause if so, congrats, you won the winter prize for crazy bullshit.” “Dude, this guy looks nothing like me, and I wouldn’t get any member of my family to prance around in some fucked up diaper.” Bryce looked offended, but more than that, he was looking more annoyed and agitated by the moment. Stringham seemed to ignore the argument amongst the three as he clapped his hands together, the bells on his antlers dancing and ringing. “Anyways, it is as I said, I could feel the magical call of this world, and so I’ve come! Don’t you all worry, I have presents for you three which will fill you with such magical joy, and you’ll pop with excitement!” Seeming to recollect himself, Bryce shook his head, his own antlers seeming oddly dully compared to the magical buck’s own. “Dude, we’re not gay. Please, just go away, I don’t know what the hell this is about, but we don’t want any of your gifts.” Stringham’s expression grew giddy as he clapped his hands together, his body starting to glow with magical energy. “Don’t you worry, my studly brother, I can help you with that. After tonight, you’ll all be singing falalala with gay Christmas glee!” He then plucked a box from behind his back and threw it towards Bryce, the other buck grabbing it out of the air with a quick yelp. When the box landed in his hands, the bow untied itself, and opened itself to reveal red and green magic glowing within. “Whoa, wait!” Bryce yelled, and then the insides released a great magical blast that struck Bryce full in the face. The room was filled with the smell of peppermint and gingerbread, everyone blinded once more as the smell filled the air. Felix and Ryan blinked several times, waving away glitter and snowflakes hanging in the air to get a look at their friend. There was still a buck there, but he had changed, his normally brown pelt of fur had been turned into a stark white color, with red stripes going down his sides. A candy cane pattern wrapped up his antlers as well, jingle bells hanging from the tips of his own antlers, much like Stringham’s own. He swayed as he blinked several times, peppermint swirls in his eyes as he let out a long moan. His friends couldn’t help but notice that he was also completely naked, his cock fully erect, also taking up a similar candy cane swirl up to the tip of his cock. “Whoa...” Bryce groaned, his eyes spiraling still as he straightened up a bit more, his bells ringing. “Bryce, are you... okay?” Felix asked, timidly stepping forward, shooting a glare at Stringham who looked positively giddy with himself. “Dude, where are your clothes?” “Clothes...?” Bryce asked, looking confused as he looked down at himself, his eyes widening in surprise, but not as much as they would’ve expected. “Shit... where’s my harness?” “Harness?” Ryan and Felix asked in unison, the pair flummoxed by their friend’s strange reaction to his own change. “Yeah, my harness, guys. Did one of you jack it?” he asked, suddenly looking more annoyed than confused, “Felix?” His friends looked at one another with clear confusion, returning to look at their friend, both attempting to avoid looking at his still very erect shaft. “Bryce, you don’t... wear a harness,” Felix said slowly, “and even if you did, I wouldn’t take it off your far too naked body.” Letting out a deep sigh, Bryce shook his head, the bells on his antlers ringing as he glanced down at himself once more in annoyance. “This is not funny, guys. I can’t be rockin’ out with my cock out without my proper harness. How else am I going to maintain the optimal erection?” “What the fuck did you do to him?” Felix snapped, rounding on the other buck, Stringham just smiling happily as he looked at the product of his magic. “Who are you talking to, man?” Bryce asked, cocking an eyebrow as he looked right at Stringham... or rather, right through him. “This is not funny,” he sighed, “I’m gonna go get changed. If we’re going out to the club tonight, I gotta get dressed.” He walked past his friends, both of them noticing that both of his ass cheeks were tattooed with bells that seemed to move with every step. Letting out a deep chuckle, Stringham stroked his chin, admiring the show. “Damn, normally diapers are my thing, but it’s very hot to see a young buck like him leaning into that harness lifestyle. I’d better prepare his room though, or else he’ll be very disappointed.” He held up one of his hands and snapped his finger, the entire room shifting for a moment with the sound of the resonant magic, bells seeming to ring in the distance. The room faintly smelled of urine and something that neither of the other two men in the room wanted to think about, both stepping back, realizing the threat that Stringham really posed. “Why are you doing this?” Ryan asked, the tiger’s claws slipping out as he kept a healthy distance from the deer. “You changed our friend, turn him back to normal.” “Mmm, I don’t think I want to,” Stringham said, giving a small raspberry to the tiger, chuckling to himself as he absently groped the front of his diaper. “Anyways, how else will I enjoy the festive time in this world without some fun? Christmas only comes around once a time in every universe, and I’m here to spread some proper holiday cheer. Doesn’t that sound like fun to you boys?” “Not your kind of fun, buddy,” Felix said, glancing back towards the stairs, his expression clouding with worry. “How do we fix him? Something’s really wrong with Bryce, he’s not... like that.” Stringham pursed his lips, tapping them a few times, his blue eyes glowing with his magic as the world around him seemed to shudder. The rip in the world seemed to be actively glittering with several snowflakes falling to the floor, the occasional candy cane falling out of it as well. “Well... I do enjoy games, it’s kinda my thing,” he chuckled, tapping his muscular chest, the other two men giving each other anxious glances before looking back to him. “How about this? I like some fun, and you two look like you might have a blast with my game.” “What is it?” Ryan asked, his ears flicking as he heard the sound of bells from upstairs, Bryce likely returning from his room. “It’s simple, I’ll turn the three of you into my little Christmas ho’s, if one of the three of you can resist the temptation to spread your Christmas joy til the end of the night, I will reverse the magic,” Stringham explained, “though, I can assure you, you’ll likely lose,” he said with a smile and a wink. “Dude, you turned Bryce into a total freak, why the hell would we agree to that?” Felix asked, the otter folding his arms as he frowned at the massive magical buck. “You’ll just mindfuck us too, and then we’ll be just as good as Bryce.” “Did I hear you boys calling?” Both friends turned to see their friend strutting down the stairs, the sound of bells somehow even more obnoxious, the white deer walking down, the red still vibrant on his pelt. Bryce had a thick black collar around his throat, his cock still swaying out in the open, but a new thick cockring slid down around the base of his shaft. A little drop of white and red cum dribbled down the side of his shaft, sliding down the equally red and white erection. “You two ready for a night of fun?” he asked, the buck winking as he swayed his hips. A black leather harness crossed his chest, bound by a metal circle holding it together, little bells running the length of the leather. “I didn’t say it would be an easy game,” Stringham said with a wink, “some people have resisted my spells before, though it tends to be a losing game, I admit. Anyways, I don’t think any of you boys have a choice, after all,” he grinned, “you can’t stop me.” With that, he gestured towards the ceiling, and a little magical wave formed over Felix. “Oh my, what’s that I see about you, little otter?” Though he couldn’t hear the other buck, Bryce apparently immediately noticed as he glanced up and gave a big grin. “Oooo, Felix is under the mistletoe!” “Wait, Bryce-” Felix started, turning around, trying to make distance between himself and their friend. Apparently the magical mistletoe that had appeared above the mustelid intended on keeping him there, his feet freezing to the floor as the much larger buck approached him and grabbed his face in both hands. “Ryan, stop him!” he yelled, forced to stare into his friend’s spiraling candy cane eyes. “Bryce!” Ryan yelled, jumping towards the buck, intending on stopping him. He was too late though, Bryce leaning in and giving Felix a big dramatic smooch, locking lips with the other man. There was another flash of Christmas magic, the air filling with snowy powder, the smell of ginger and cinnamon, and a comedic cartoonish popping noise. Ryan waved away the magical power, trying to peer through the haze, trying to see what had happened to his other friend. Bryce was in the process of leaning back, licking his lips as he let out a chuckle. “Damn, Felix, you taste good!” There was a moan of delight as Felix blinked several times, his gumdrop eyes glowing happily as he licked around his mouth, his fruity lips smacking together a few times. Where had once been a normal otter, was now occupied by a gingerbread otter, his clothing having vanished much like Bryce’s own, though his crotch was completely bare, instead occupied by a gumdrop bulge. “Thanks, Bryce, you taste pretty minty yourself,” he giggled, his voice a bit more high pitched and effeminate as he rubbed his bulge. “Damn, too bad I’m not rockin’ the same kinda bod you are, mister candy cane, or else I might be sportin’ a stiffy,” he giggled, winking as he shook his surprisingly large posterior. “What... the...” Ryan said slowly, unsure of what he was seeing, looking at the white frosting details of his friend’s body. The otter’s nipples were a pair of chocolate drops, his hair had been replaced with white frosting that shifted with the gingerbread otter’s every movement. His tail seemed to have been replaced with some kind of licorice, swaying with a lazy glee. His null crotch seemed to throb with his arousal, but it seemed clear that he wasn’t carrying the same strange package their deer friend was. “You... freak,” he growled, turning on Stringham, “what the hell is your problem?” “No problem with me, kitty,” Stringham purred, leaning back as he examined his nails, "I'm just here to spread holiday cheer. Those two seem pretty happy, don’t you think?” “Who’re you talkin’ to, Ryry?” Felix asked, before letting out a breathy moan, “oh damn, Bryce, you sure do know how to work your tongue.” When Ryan turned to see his friends, he was repulsed as he saw Bryce sucking on his friend’s gummy bulge, giving it several long sucks before pulling back and licking his lips. “Felix, you have to remember, we need to resist,” the tiger said, hoping that his friend might remember. “It’s because of that weird buck, that’s why you’re acting like this. You have to fight it, c’mon!” The gingerbread otter just gave him a dopey smile, his cream frosting lips giving the otter a surprisingly cute appearance. “Bryce isn’t weird, silly! I don’t know what you’re talking about, but we gotta get ready to head out, cutie! We gotta go find some cute boys! Maybe they’ll fill me with some of their special frosting,” he giggled. “Yeah, Ryan, let’s go around town. I can’t wait to deck some halls and fill some holes,” the buck purred, standing up and grabbing one of Felix’s asscheeks. “Though I will say, this spicy hole looks pretty tasty to me.” Felix giggled as he wagged his butt to show off how large and puffy his cheeks were, winking at Ryan, as if he’d not just been changed in an instant. “What can I say, when the gingerbread is this hot, it must’ve just come out of the oven,” he said with a flirtatious wink. The sight of his once straight and normal roommates flirting with one another while they were buck naked was enough to cause Ryan’s temper to truly flare up, his eyes landing on the buck in the room, still standing with a diaper wrapped around his crotch. “I’ve had enough of this,” he growled, stomping towards Stringham, poking one of his fingers into the buck’s thick chest. “Turn them back, get out of here, and never return!” he snarled, pressing hard enough that even the powerful mage winced. “My my, so testy,” Stringham chuckled, “one might think that this little kitty is thirsty.” Ryan’s eyebrows shot up in confusion at the term, before his head was grabbed in a tight vicelike grip, “but don’t worry, little kitty. I have the cure for all that ails my little Christmas ho’s.” With that, he dragged Ryan’s head right up to his meaty chest, right to where his nipple was. “Why don’t you try taking a sip of daddy Stringham’s personal milk? Not many get the chance.” Revulsion ran through Ryan, he attempted to push away from the powerful grip of the magical deer, but found his fighting was useless as he was pressed harder against the buck’s powerful chest. “You’ve got to be kid-” He started to shout, but his mistake was opening his mouth as he found his muzzle suddenly latching around the other man’s nipple. “So testy, but don’t worry, my magic will help you along, kitten,” Stringham purred. Despite his own revulsion and reluctance to do so, Ryan found his mouth latching on and starting to draw from the buck’s nipple. He tried to pry open his mouth, or pull away, but it was all useless. “There’s a good kitty, drink deeply, after all, you have a long night ahead of you.” At first, there was nothing but the continuing draw of his mouth upon the nipple, Ryan’s cheeks blazing with embarrassment. After the first few pulls though, a thick liquid started to rush into his mouth, and to his own shock... It tasted exactly like eggnog. Warm with an almost cinnamonny spice to it, the liquid poured into the tiger’s waiting mouth, washing over his tongue and down his throat. He flailed, attempting to back away, or cough it up, but his body reacted naturally and swallowed down the liquid with an almost starving zeal. “That’s right, drink it all down, my milky kitty,” the buck chuckled, smacking the tiger’s back as if he were some sort of infant. What scared Ryan was that as the milk poured down his throat, he felt a warmth spreading through his body, his mind was becoming a bit blurry as well as he continued to suckle down the delicious brew. He railed against his own mind, against his own senses, he couldn’t possibly be enjoying the drink... but his body seemed to protest against that, suckling down the juice heavily, some of it even leaking out of the sides of his muzzle. The tiger felt the warmth to his very core, his head growing increasingly hazy, his cheeks flushed as he guzzled down the creamy liquid. After what felt like an eternity, Ryan was let loose, the tiger stumbling back and falling onto his ass on the couch. What immediately struck him was that his bare ass struck the couch, he could feel no fabric between himself and the plushy material. The world spun around him as he tried to sit up, his mouth still tasting of the delicious creamy drink, his mouth smacking together a few times as he tried to regain his composure. “Oh, looks like someone drank a little too much nog,” Felix giggled, leaning over the tiger and slapping the side of his face a couple of times. “You still wanna go out for a fun night, handsome?” Ryan blinked a few times, screwing up his thoughts, trying to remember... what was happening? He remembered he and his roommates planning a fun night for Christmas, and then there was... a deer? He glanced around, but saw nobody else, and noticed the empty bottle of alcoholic eggnog on the table. The one that Bryce had dared him to chug, his lips smacking together once more as he remembered how sweet and delicious it had been. “I uh... don’t think I can drive,” he grunted, staggering to his feet, feeling the room spin once more as he felt the warm liquid bouncing in his belly. “Well duh, you don’t even have a drivers license, silly,” Felix laughed, wrapping his arm through Ryna’s. The tiger glanced down at his arm and frowned, something was wrong but... he couldn’t place his finger on it. “I think... I gotta use the bathroom before we go.” “I’ll get the car started, don’t want our sloshy roommate to be cold,” Bryce chuckled, walking towards the keys to get the car started. Ryan touched his head, trying to remember why things felt so strange, and why he felt so damn good? He grunted as his cock throbbed between his thighs, feeling so heavy, wondering if one of his two handsome roommates might give it a drain. Stumbling towards the bathroom, Ryan felt so warm and more than a bit drunk, his mind flashed to an image of him suckling on a big meaty nipple. “Fuck...” he moaned, feeling his cheeks burn at the thought, he loved the idea of sucking on a man’s chubby nipple. Maybe he’d get lucky and find a big guy he could chew on their pecs, just the thought had him wanting to stick his dick in a hole. He briefly remembered flashes of himself on dates with women, but that didn’t seem right, he and his roommates were all super gay and loved to bring men home to compare to one another. When Ryan practically fell into the bathroom, he closed the door behind himself, nearly catching his tail as he sloshed towards the sink. He splashed some water onto his face to try and sober up a bit, though he found himself wondering what the fun in that might be? After all, he was a kitty who loved to be full of fizzy alcoholic drinks, how else was he gonna catch all the men in town? He glanced at his reflection and felt a moment of the world spinning, but this time not from his own alcoholic rush. The tiger in the mirror had a chubbier face than Ryan did, but that wasn’t the most shocking thing, he still had the telltale stripes of a tiger for sure. His body though... the orange should be there... wasn’t, instead he was strangely transparent. He could see right through his head to the other side, though he could make out his eyes, one red and the other green, which was... wrong? He tried to focus on what was wrong, but all he could remember was suckling that hot creamy load of eggnog, his stomach bubbling at the thought. When he glanced down, he saw himself in full, his rotund belly bouncing with every motion, his christmas sweater tugged low, but not able to fully cover his swaying stomach. When Ryan pulled the sweater up, he saw through his transparent body to the bubbling eggnog within, warm and speckled with cinnamon within. Though that made sense, of course it did, he was a whiskey kitty. Whatever Ryan drank, his body produced more of it, making him into an infinite source of any alcoholic beverage. The thought alone had him flushing as he imagined men shoving their muzzles around his cock, allowing him to dispense creamy alcoholic loads down their mouths. “Fuck...” he moaned, stumbling back, cock thickening up as he bumped into the wall behind him. There was something he was forgetting, something very important, he needed to... not fuck someone that night? The tiger tried to figure out why he was thinking like that, but it was quickly whisked away by another throb of his needy cock. He needed to empty a bit of his load, or else he would overflow with his own tasty concoction. He waddled over to the toilet, reaching down to stroke his thick cock, sure it wasn’t as long as the candy cane buck, but he had a thick cock that men liked to drink from. He groaned as he shot a long stream of his creamy eggnog load, groaning as he felt his stomach shrink a bit, a full three minute orgasm that had the tiger’s eyes rolling back in pure pleasure. Standing in the corner of the bathroom, Stringham watched as the newly chubby tiger purred and growled, releasing a solid stream of his own tainted cum. “I love the winnie the poo look,” he chuckled, though he was well aware Ryan couldn’t perceive him anymore. The tiger’s tail was wagging back and forth as his wide ass swayed, the eggnog within him bubbling and sloshing with Ryan’s every movement. The buck reached up and tweaked one of his nipples, groaning as the raw meat dripped a little eggnog. “I’ll have to do that more often, didn’t know it could be so fun.” After releasing what felt like all of his liquid, Ryan stumbled back, hiccuping a little as his alcoholic contents made his egg reel. “Fuck... that was good... gotta go before the boys leave me,” he chuckled, walking over to the sink to wash his hands. He’d shrunk a bit, becoming a bit thinner once more, more fit like his original appearance, albeit with a transparent body. Already he was generating more eggnog within himself, the juices bubbling and starting to build up as he looked into his red and green eyes. He shot himself a devilish smile, imagining the men who would line up to suck his cinnamon flavored nog. “Merry Christmas, it’s going to be a great night.” Swaying out of the bathroom, Ryan followed after his two transformed friends, both of them looking eager and ready to put on a proper Christmas show. “Let’s go, boys, don’t want to leave the men waiting,” Bryce said, grinning as he slid a finger down his erect cock once more. “Don’t worry, I never leave them waiting, I leave them begging for more,” Ryan purred, his belly sloshing as he reached down and grabbed ahold of his chubby cock. “Let’s go and show them the meaning of a proper Christmas night.” Felix just giggled as he slid his arms through his roommate’s, already starting to wag his tail once more eagerly as they all left. Though unseen, Stringham followed behind, none of the three bothering to close the door behind them, as if aware of his presence though none of them could see him. Shutting the door after himself, Stringham noticed a lion out in the hallway, his eyes wide in confusion and shock at the sight of the three changed hos and the tall diapered buck. “Don’t worry, they’ll be back soon for some more fun,” the mage chuckled, giving the lion a wink before walking after his three playthings, eager to see the Christmas joy they would bring. *** As the trio drove down the road, Ryan swayed in the backseat, his balls feeling especially full as he rode along, his body slowly refilling with the alcoholic juice. He didn’t even seem to notice the fact that he was leaking on the seat, his cock dribbling some of the juice as he smiled happily. He could still feel something looming in the back of his mind, a fact he needed to remember, something wasn’t right. Whenever he thought too hard on it though, he found himself dreaming of getting some guys to drink from his heavy load of cream, watching them get drunk on his juices. Just the thought had the tiger moaning and growing hard, his cock swelling to attention, looking small in proportion to his heavy balls. “Bryce, how far are we from the fun?” Ryan asked, leaning forward and glancing at the driver. Bryce grunted and moaned as Felix’s muzzle slid down to the base of his cock, nuzzling his muzzle up against the candy cane reindeer’s minty balls. “Fuck, you’re good, Felix,” the deer groaned, nearly releasing another load of his sweet cum as he glanced over at Ryan. “Shouldn’t be too much longer, Ryan, I know this swingin’ bar that’s got to be busy on Christmas Eve.” Felix slid off of his friend’s cock with an audible pop, running his gummy tongue over the head of the deer’s shaft. “I bet there are plenty of hungry and thirsty guys there, ready to take all of our sugary love.” He straightened up and turned up the radio, a popular christmas song blaring over the speakers. “I fuckin’ love this song!” he shouted, bobbing along to the music, his offkey singing soon joining the clear notes. Ryan just giggled as he leaned back, his body sloshing, the beverage within him swelling past his bellybutton, his stomach starting to sag again with growing weight. “How long is it till midnight?” he asked, not quite certain why, but feeling like it was important for some reason. “It’s only nine, you already want the night to end?” Bryce asked, shivering as he ran his free hand over his cock, feeling the wetness of his friend’s saliva still there. “C’mon Felix, you can’t leave a friend hangin’.” “Well I thought you’d want to hold in a load to fill up a proper hole, not my mouth,” Felix giggled, leaning over and laying a big smooch on the buck’s cheek. The otter then turned to look at Ryan, staring at the tiger’s already swelling belly. “Look at you, milky cat, looks like you’re going to have plenty of guys to serve at the bar. You’re going to put the bartender out of business with all of that tasty juice!” A shiver went down Ryan’s spine, his eyes glazing over as he imagined kneeling on the bartop, letting man after man empty his cock into their cups and mouths. “I gotta keep all the boys happy, don’t I? Can’t have anyone leaving sober,” he said with a wink, running a finger up his thick swollen balls, letting out a low moan as he leaked onto the car floor. The vehicle reeked of sweet scents, and Stringham was loving it. The mage had slipped in with the three, but once more none of them noticed, too caught up in his spell. He reached over and gave Ryan’s balls a healthy squeeze, causing the tiger’s back to arch as he shot a heavy load onto the back of Bryce’s seat. “Dude, I gotta wash out all of your stains,” Bryce complained, looking a bit annoyed, but he just chuckled to himself as he pulled into a parking lot, seeing plenty of people milling about, making their way towards the bar. “We’re here though! So get your party faces on, we have lots of hot ass to fuck.” “And plenty of hot guys to fill our holes!” Felix giggled, rubbing his null gummy crotch, letting out a horny moan as he humped his own hand. Ryan shivered as he came down from the orgasm, having released a heavy squirt, but still feeling full to the brim as he ran a hand over his sloshing belly. “Sounds good to me, boys,” he panted, unsure of what had come over him, but glad for some relief. He glanced out the window and tried to recollect his thoughts, thinking that it might not be a good idea to fully let himself go... but even so, he could feel the weight of his balls, and that fact alone had him hankering to get some men enjoying his personal product. As the trio exited the car, Stringham licked up some of the alcoholic beverage, groaning as some of the magic affected him, his eyes glossing over at the powerful and intoxicating drink. “Damn... looks like I did some good work. If that works on me, then these mortals are going to have no chance,” he chuckled, his own balls swelling as they started to produce copious amounts of alcoholic cum. He stepped out of the car, watching as the trio strode towards the bar. “Let’s see how this turns out for this little holiday inn,” he chuckled, shutting the door before following after the trio, ready for a night of fun.