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Halca Hepburn had everything in order, from the space she had rented to the clothes on her back. The studio building she was renting was set up with all of the gym equipment she needed. A false examination room was installed there too. She burned a butt load of money on clothes and gear to make herself look official, and even took a few acting classes to pass herself off as a professional. Finally, she rented several billboards across the city, letting everyone know what she was doing.

[center][b]CREATURES WANTED![/b][/center]

[center][b]SIMPLE AND FUN TESTS FOR RESEARCH![/b][/center]

[center][b]EASY MONEY! CITIZENSHIP GUARANTEED[/b][/center]

She was certain that would be reeling them in soon, and she was right. The city Halca lived in was for a very long time human-only. The creatures and monsters who lived elsewhere weren't explicitly barred entry, but it was all but impossible for them to find a job or a place to live. The city quite simply wasn't built for flying dragons, lumbering titans, or fierce beasts. The humans who lived there felt safer without them. That was until the mayor took action to make the city more accessible for them. It wasn't fair that so many majestic creatures would be denied a life in their town simply because it couldn't hold them. Orders were put through, and the city was refurbished. The message was out: Monsters Welcome.

Halca was one of their most hospitable welcomers, but for reasons selfish and impure. She was self-centered and conniving, but she got away with it thanks to her stunning looks. She was fit and slim except where her thighs swelled into her hips and around her pert bosom. She liked to wear skin tight suits which outlined her body shape. Her skin was fair and her facial features small. Most spectacular was her blonde hair which exploded from her scalp and fell into a beautiful cascade of shimmering gold. She was pleasing to look at, but her appearance belied a dangerous and manipulative cunning, which she used whenever she wanted something.

The lengths she had gone through to lure monsters into her building was an indicator of this. A great curiosity had been nagging her for a while now, and she needed a particular type of creature to help satiate it. Of the many types of creatures out there, most whimsical to her and mostly everyone were the wind dragons. They were tall, proud beasts who could soar to incredible heights and with blistering speed. They were reptilian in shape, but featured soft and smooth skin much like a human's. Their hands and feet were big. They had long necks and sleek, shark-like faces. Their tails were long and conical, made for balance in the air. Most spectacular were their wings, enormous fans of soft feathers that [i]whooshed[/i] majestically whenever they flapped. Their ears were long and feathered, swept back like the fins on a sports car. Their backs were colored with a surrounding serrated pattern. They grew hair on their heads just like humans.

But none of that was what interested Halca. All of those traits were obvious to anyone who had the luck of seeing one of them in person. Much less apparent was hidden in their pants, something Halca heard was very, very big. She'd heard it from people who had seen nude photos of them on the internet. They're super hung! Like a whole arm! Enormous! Gigantic! Incredible! Amazing! Halca had to look it up for herself, and sure enough, every nude image she found of a male wind dragon featured a barbarically large penis. Just like that, her mind was set. She had to see one in person.

Unfortunately, there weren't that many wind dragons going around prostituting themselves for looks at their large dongs, nor did she think any of them would oblige her if she asked nicely. She had to formulate a plan, one that would not only succeed, but not get her in trouble. She came up with something she thought would work. She would pose as a scientist working for the city trying to gather data on creatures in order to build a better living space for them. She would lure them in with promises of pay and citizenship, something she had enough money to pay and to bribe for respectively. She would bring them to her gym, dress them up in some skimpy clothes which were fixed to break, then get a glimpse at some dramatic dragon dong. The calls came in as soon as the advertisement went up. She took names and species, waiting for someone to say “wind dragon." She finally got not one, but two in one night.

“Yes, my brother and I were inquiring about the tests you were having," said a polite voice over the phone.

Halca was leaning back in her office chair at home, twirling a pen in her fingers, rocking back and forth slowly. This was the eighth call she'd gotten. So far, no wind dragons. “Yeah, this is it," she said dully. “What are your names and species?"

“My name's Shiron, my brother's Ranshiin. We're wind dragons."

Halco almost fell out of her chair. She straightened out and stared ahead wide-eyed. “Are you really?"

“Um, yes ma'am. We've been applying for citizenship but have hit a bit of red tape. We were wondering if you could help us?"

She wasn't listening. The moment he answered her she was holding back squeals of delight with her fist over her mouth. She took a deep breath and collected herself. “Why yes, sweety. I can help you and your brother out." She frantically searched for a pen and paper. She found some and stabbed the ballpoint down hard enough to dent the paper. “And what did you say your names were?" Shiron told her again. They quickly scheduled a date for them to show up.

“Thank you so much, ma'am! We'll see you then!"

“Yes! And I'll see you too~" They hung up. Halca sat back in her chair and kicked her feet up onto the desk, a smug smile on her face. She couldn't wait.

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Halca was delighted to see Shiron and Ranshiin fly into the parking lot and walk up to the front door on their scheduled day. Once they stepped inside she could appreciate how big they were; both of them had to duck under the doorframe. Both of their skin was white except for the colors on their backs. Shiron's was sapphire blue, Ranshiin's was pitch black. Shiron's wings were broad and white-feathered like an angel's. Ranshiin's wings were shorter but much softer looking with a matching black color to his back. They were dressed normally in t-shirts and pants, something Halca suspected was to appear more human. On Shiron's head was a WWI style leather flying helmet and some goggles. Frizzy white hair plumed out of the back of it and down his neck. Ranshiin had long blonde hair fashioned into a ponytail. Halca was already impressed, though she couldn't tell how endowed they were just yet. Their pants concealed any bulge well.

She was wearing a white lab coat and fake, round glasses to make herself appear as she said she was. Her blonde hair was tied up into a fat, curly bun on the back of her head. “Shiron! Ranshiin! Good to see you both," she said from behind the front desk. “I hope you two made it here OK."

“We did! Thank you for having us." Shiron reached his colossal hand for her to shake. She placed her hand into it and watched it get swallowed once he closed his fingers around it. Excitement bristled her skin with gooseprickles. [i]If their cocks are as big as their hands I'm in for a treat. [/i]

She shook Ranshiin's hand too. “Thank you for having us," he said. He didn't seem as enthusiastic as his brother.

“You're very welcome. Please, come inside and have a seat. On the wall behind her were some double doors leading into the studio floor. She opened it for them, and they walked inside. The studio was a wide open floor made of hardwood. Several workout machines were laid out sparsely. A gym rope hung from the ceiling next to a small bell. On the opposite wall was a large mirror. In front of it were several yoga mats. Halca hoped it was convincing enough for them. She had visited several gyms to get a good idea of how one should be laid out. The brothers looked around. If they felt anything was off, they didn't betray it.

They weren't alone. Warming up in the gym was a small group of monsters, ranging from large to small. They were all wildly different both in size and in shape. There were lions, wolves, crocodiles, salamanders, horses, all of whom were eager to earn a quick buck and their citizenship. They came together in groups of twos or threes like Shiron and Ranshiin had. Halca clapped her hands together to get their attention. “Alright, everyone! Now that we're all gathered here, I'd like to tell you all what we'll be doing today." She introduced herself and gave a fake story about how she had been a scientist personally hired by the city to perform tests on incoming monsters. She told them that they would be doing a series of exercises while having their vitals monitored. All of this was to get a proper idea of how far and fast a monster could travel on their own power, that way the city could determine what public transportation was necessary for them, if any at all. It was all an elaborate fiction, one that none of them bothered to question, so long as they got paid.

“First I'll have you all step into the examining room and get dressed in some gym clothes. We'll apply some monitoring stickies to you, that way we can keep track of your vitals. Any questions?"

A lion fellow wearing a green and yellow striped headband raised his paw. “Yeah. It ain't nothin' too hard, is it? You got some serious equipment in here. I ain't tryin' to burn myself out." The other monsters nodded in agreement.

Halco smiled patiently. “No need to worry. The activities I'll have you doing won't be any harder than anything you'd do in a high school gym class."

The lion's paw went back up. “I ain't ever been to high school. Is it hard?"

[i]Well, that depends on who you ask.[/i] “Not at all! And if you do find it too difficult, you can tap out at any time. As long as you try, you'll still get your pay."

Everyone seemed to like that, especially the lion. “Alright!"

“If that's all, I'll have you line up to the examination room and I'll prep you for your workouts." The monsters made a line. Shiro and Ranshiin were at the back. Halca went inside and invited the first monster in. Inside the examining room was a paneled privacy curtain. In one corner was an EKG machine and some other various gadgets. They were all real, but wouldn't be doing any reading that day. She was only renting them anyway. The procedure was simple: She would ask them their shirt and pants size and hand them a white tank top and black gym shorts. Because the monsters were all oddly proportioned, either being super wide and short or tall and skinny, she ended up giving them clothes that were either about to tear or fall off of them. They would get behind the privacy curtain, get dressed, then have several white suction cups pasted over their torsos and heads. They were, in her words, “wireless EKG transmitters". In reality they were just plain suction cups made to look like she was tracking their heartbeat. It was simple putting them on each monster. She was secretly thrilled to see so many burly bodies bulging with muscle and, for some of them, covered in scales.

Finally it was Shiro's turn, and things got extra exciting for her. She thrilled at the sight of him ducking his head through the doorway, nearly touching the tiled ceiling with the top of his feathery ears. He kept his majestic wings tucked tightly into his back. She noticed for the first time how pretty his eyes were. He smiled down at her. “What's that look for?" he asked amiably.

She realized she was grinning like an idiot. Her smile faltered and she regained her composure. “Nothing. I'm just happy to help you people, is all."

“Well, me and Ranshiin really appreciate it. Do you want me to sit?"

“Actually, I'd like it if you stepped a little closer in front of me." He took a step forward. Her eyes plummeted right down to his crotch. She thought she could make out the faintest bulge, but she wasn't sure. She reached into her pocket and produced a soft tape measure, something she had kept hidden from all the other participants. “I'm going to take your size now. You'll be wearing a special gym outfit."

“Special? Like, different from the other guys?"

“Just a little different, for you and your brother. It'll fit you better since you're both wind dragons."

“Oh, OK." He trusted her implicitly. That made things easy.

She stood up from her chair and bent over in front of him. She reached around his torso with the ruler and belted it around his waist. With her face so close to his abdomen she could already tell how tough and disciplined it was. She had to resist the urge to run her fingers up his shirt. Touching his waist was exciting on its own. The knowledge that she was so close to his cock had her buzzing. She pinched the end of the ruler to where it made a loop and read the measurement. She didn't really give a shit what it said. It was an excuse to lay her hands on him. She repeated around his midriff, getting her first feel on his washboard abs. She asked him to hold his arms out to measure his wingspan. He obeyed, and she put one end of the ruler in his hand and traced it to his other. Meanwhile she 'accidentally' brushed her hand across his pecs. They were as firm and ungiving as rock. She liked that. She liked that alot.

She repeated the process around his thick thighs and down his legs. Shiron kept quiet the whole time, awkwardly looking around the room and wondering if he should say anything. The silence was killing him, as was the alien feeling of having a human woman touch him so personally. She took the last “measurement" and rolled up the ruler. “Well, I've got your sizes down, I think. I'll get your clothes." She went to a wardrobe and opened it. All of the normal gym clothes were neatly piled on shelves from top to near the bottom. On the very bottom shelf, however, were two outfits she had designed herself. She pulled them out and showed it to him. “Here you go, sweety. Put these on."

Shiron frowned. He looked back and forth between her hands. They looked way too small for him to even try to put on. “Um… Those are mine? Are you sure you got the right size?"

“To the number. Like I said, these are made special for wind dragons. You'll feel comfortable in them like you're wearing nothing at all." [i]Which would be even better~[/i]

He kept looking at them, doubting her for the first time. He thought about what he'd look like in them and what his brother would think. Then he remembered how badly they needed the money and their citizenship. “OK…" He took them from her, the shirt in one hand and the shorts in the other. He walked over behind the privacy curtain, which wasn't doing its job too well given that his head hovered over the top of it by a few feet. She watched his head jerk and sway with his movements. She recognized that when his head dipped below the top of the curtain it meant he was pulling down his pants. He lifted his shirt over his head, and replaced it with the one she'd given him. Once it was on he looked down at himself with his eyebrow cocked uncertainly. “It's, uhh… It's a little tight around the chest."

“Too uncomfortable? I hope not," she said with a hint of remorse.

“No, no… I can work with it. I think." His head disappeared as he bent over for the shorts. He didn't reappear for some time. She heard him grunting. “Ahh, these shorts aren't gonna work."

“Are you sure?"

“Yeah. They're, ah, not going past my underwear."

“You can take those off if you have to."

There was a long silence. He peeked his head over the curtain and gave her a mildly concerned look. “Take my… underwear off?"

“Yes. If they're getting in the way."

He looked back down at himself, pondering what to do. Quite suddenly he wasn't trusting her as well anymore. “Um… Do I have to?"

She nodded sadly. “If you want to perform the test, yes you do."

“Oh… OK…" His head vanished back down. Butterflies fluttered through Halca's tummy when she saw his tighty-whities appear on the edge of the curtain. Finally his head reappeared over the top. “Yeah, I got it. They're on. They're pretty snug, but they fit. Kinda…"

Her heart started to pound. “Come on out. Let me see you." He waddled out from behind the curtain and faced her, a very uncomfortable look on his face. He wasn't lying when he said it was tight, although that was certainly an understatement. It looked like a second layer of skin rather than clothing. His tank top was cropped around the hem, showing off half of his chiseled abdomen. She could see the outline around every individual muscle, most starkly around his thrusted pecs.

Of course, all of that was trumped by the majesty of what happened below his waist. His shorts were just as tight on him, hugging onto his body like a vacuum seal. The bottoms only just came below the bountiful swell of his buttocks. The waistband was cut very low, coming dangerously close to revealing the top portion of his pubis, though there wasn't a single hair that Halca could see. What topped it all off was the crem-dela-creme, the answer to Halca's prayers, the monument to all of her achievements: Shiron's cantankerously fat bulge. She could make out every contour and curve. His scrotum threatened to tear open the already stretched fabric. She could make out his giant testicals, heavy and ripe like juicy limes. His cock was slung over to the side like a lazy anaconda half-wrapped around a tree branch. Its magnitude surpassed that of anything a human could muster, that much Halca was sure of.

She was lucky she had put on makeup that morning, or else Shiron would've seen the way her face turned red. The arousal fell on her like a sledgehammer, buzzing her skin into gooseprickles. Her nipples went hard. The first rush of heat fell into her womanhood. She closed her thighs together reflexively. She realized where she was staring and darted her eyes up to his. He looked worried for her. He either didn't notice her ogling his dick or didn't consider it vulgar to do so. She cleared her throat. “Well, I'm glad it fit on you. Do me a favor and turn around for me."

He did so slowly, still getting used to moving around in such constrictive clothes. There were his buttocks, nicely encapsulated by his booty shorts, emphasis on booty. His buttocks were nicely plump, a step away from the toned muscle throughout the rest of his body. It was the kind perfect for smacking or groping, perhaps even motorboating, if Halca would be so crass. A nice touch was his backsack, just barely visible underneath the bottom cusp of his cheeks.

Halca's face was on fire. She cleared her throat again. “OK, you can turn around now. Come here. Let's apply the monitor stickies." She took great pleasure in adding those suction cups to his skin. She popped them around on him liberally, enjoying her proximity to that glorious mound of man meat. Once she was done, she dismissed him. “Ok, sweetheart. Send your brother."

He clearly didn't want to. He looked about as eager as a man headed to the gallows as he walked to the door into the studio. The moment he opened it, everyone else spotted him.

“Whoah!"

“Um, OK."

“Yeesh."

Ranshiin was the one who laughed. “Lookin' good, Shiron! Did you pick that out?"

“No!" Shiron snapped, blushing hard. “She said this was for wind dragons, and she said she has one for you too."

Ranshiin's smile immediately faded. “Aw, shit." He trudged over to the examining room. Shiron stood outside waiting with his arms folded over his chest self-consciously. He felt his penis flex against his shorts, stretching them. He blushed harder and turned away from everyone else. The other creatures stayed silent, although they remarked among themselves how hung he was.

Ranshiin stepped into the observation room. “I saw what you put my brother in. You're not gonna make me wear that, are you?"

Halca shrugged. “Sorry."

Ranshiin rolled his eyes and groaned. “Come on. We can't wear what the other guys got?"

“Wind dragons have to wear the outfits they're given, or else the test can't be delivered properly."

Ranshiin smelled bullshit, but didn't have the evidence to call her out. Like Shiron, he remembered the money, and acquiesced. “Alright, fine. I guess." He held his hand out for the clothes. “But if anyone starts laughing at me, I'll kick their ass and then I'm leaving."

“Trust me. Nobody's gonna make fun of a beast as strong looking as you." She reached for his outfit and handed it to him. He didn't thank her as he snatched them from her and walked behind the privacy curtain, an annoyed scowl on his face. He took off his shirt and replaced it with the new tank top. He sneered as he looked down at himself. “God, you call this a shirt? Feels like a fuckin' wetsuit."

“It's meant to keep you comfortable, sir."

“If this is comfortable, I'd hate to see your painful." He slid his pants down.

“I recommend you put them on without underwear," she said. “It won't fit right with them on, at least they didn't on your brother."

Ranshiin scoffed. “No, of course they didn't." He peeled his underwear off and pulled the shorts on. “God, I feel so stupid."

“Now, now. Don't say that. Let me see it." He sighed and stepped out from behind the curtain. It was the same story as his brother's: Tall, muscular, and packing. The excitement she felt earlier came back with a vengeance. Ranshiin's darker color scheme and pretty blonde hair made him more handsome in her eyes. His manhood was indistinguishable from his brother's in size, but his comparatively better looks made it seem even bigger. Her knees knocked and her lips pursed. “Yes, that'll do fine, sweety. Let me put these stickies on you and then we'll be done." She posted only a few of the false monitors on his body, rushing for him to get out of the door. There was something she had to take care of. Once the last one was on him she excused him, and he left while grumbling to himself.

The moment the door shut she went to work. “[i]Oh God~[/i]" she huffed. She leaned back in the rolly chair and opened her legs. Her womanhood was on fire. The panties were soaked around her crotch and a faint dark spot was growing in the center of her pants. Her delicate hand pressed itself to the damp fabric, scraping the inside against her slavering cunt. Her legs shuddered. A soft gasp opened her red-painted lips into an O. “[i]Oh God… Uhhhh… Yes~[/i]" Her fingers slid up and down where her crease was, blossoming an intense arousal through her loins and into her tummy. Her mind went places it shouldn't have. She saw those giant dicks in front of her, so hung with weight and magnificence. She fondled their scrotums, enjoying the raw power of their testes, firm like plums and large like lemons. Her dainty hands slid up their shafts, up to the glans and down to the root, taking their sweet time to savor the brothers' enormity.

She strangled a moan in her throat. She closed her mouth to lick her lips, then resumed breathing through it heavily. Words no louder than a whisper beat out of her in a chant. “[i]Yes… Yes… Oh God… Fuck… Yes~[/i]" The volume of her voice, restrained as it was, was upsettingly loud. She was picturing the beasts at the door, their ears to the crack, snickering with their paws over their mouths. She gulped and swaddled the flaps of her lab coat around her torso, concealing her wet crotch. [i]No. Definitely not now, not while there's work to be done.[/i] She zipped up her composure and stood from the chair. With one sweep of her hand down the front of her coat to retain her dignity, she strode through the door.

None of the monsters were at the door making lewd remarks or blushing. They were waiting patiently, chatting among themselves. Shiron looked uncomfortable. He kept his legs together to conceal his shame as best he could. Ranshiin had his arms crossed, looking off to the side, pretending there was nobody around him. They came to attention once she joined them. “Alright. Now that we have everything in order, we'll start with our first exercise." She nodded to the mirror and the mats in front of it. “We'll be doing some warm-up stretches. We don't want any of you to pull any muscles. Everyone find a mat that isn't the one closest to the mirror and stand on it."

Everyone made their way to the mirror and stood on a mat. Halca stood on the one in front of them to act as their instructor. Normally she would take off her lab coat, but the wet spot on her pants kept them on. She clapped her hands together. “We'll be doing some basic stretches for now. First, I want everyone to stand upright, reach your hands into the air, and bend over to touch your toes." She demonstrated step by step. “There you go. Let me see you try." By “you" she meant the dragon brothers. Everyone did as they were told, to some varying degrees of success. Touching toes was as easy as breathing for some, impossible for others. Some of their arms were simply too stubby. They grunted and cursed as the tip of their fingers wiggled towards the top of their feet but couldn't… quite… reach it.

She didn't care about them. Her focus was entirely on Shiron and Ranshiin who were both doing it. They hooked their toes with their fingertips and held it. “Good job!" Halca cheered. She stepped off her mat and came closer. “Wind dragons must be flexible."

“It's not that hard," Ranshiin said plainly. “Is it for humans?"

“No, depending on how the person's built."

“OK. How long should we hold this?"

“Yeah," grunted a nearby monster. “My leg's about to pop!"

“Just a little longer. If you can't do it, you can stop trying." The failures didn't need to be told twice. She walked around and stood behind and between them. She took a good hard look at their asses, two wonderfully crafted glutes which she had to resist the urge to spank. Their purses were tightly packed between their thighs. She could make out both of their balls, looking like two kiwis packed inside an opaque plastic wrap. “Yes… Very good, very good." She speed walked back to her mat before she got too excited again. “Now, reach for your foot with your alternate hand and switch, like this." She bent over and reached for her right foot with her left hand, then vice versa, then vice versa again.

The group replicated her movements. Again, some were better at it than others. Again, she didn't give a shit. She made a beeline for the brothers' backside, enjoying the back and forth of their floaty hips and swollen man fruit. Ranshiin shot her a scathing look, more for Shiron's sake than his own. Shiron just looked straight ahead, unaware that she was there. He was starting to have a little fun. Once the heat of arousal started settling back in her she clapped her hands. “OK, that's enough." Everyone came to a stop and turned to face her. She was reminded that their front sides were just as sexy as their backs once she was reintroduced to the sight of their hellacious cock bulges. She snapped her gaze away and pointed to the farther wall. “Now, all of you jog for five laps around the gym. You don't have to run; it's not a race. Walk if you have to. Just try to keep a steady pace for five laps around the floor."

The group crowded up into a clot next to the wall, awkwardly brushing and shoving their shoulders. Halco counted down from three and said “Go!" They started their jog. Their enormous feet thumped loudly, sounding like an oncoming stampede. Halca was afraid the floor would give out beneath them, or that she would have to pay extra to get the scuffing of their claws buffed out. None of that mattered, really, not when her eyes followed the bounce of Shiron and Ranshiin's dicks. They were packed like sardines in their shorts, but that did nothing to stop them from bouncing like the supple breasts of a lifeguard on the beach. Halca's heart stuttered. She was oblivious to the huffing and puffing coming from a few of the other monsters who were not quite built for running or jogging, even.

Before she knew it, the five laps were up, and the heavenly bouncing came to an end. The brothers finished first, having broken out in a very thin sweat. Some of the others were practically bathed by the time they were finished. A couple had quit before their five laps were done. “Well, I hope you enjoyed that! Next we'll be using some of the weight equipment here to test your strength. Now, using these can be intimidating for those who never have, so I'll show you how they work. I'll need a volunteer to help me." A few hands went up, none of them Shiron's or Ranshiin's. “Shiron! Why don't you step up."

Neither he nor Ranshiin were all that surprised, but Shiron was flattered either way. He stepped up beside her. Maintaining a look towards everyone else and not down to her right where his cock was so close was a monumental task. “I'll lie down on the weight bench and do some presses. Shiron will spot me so that the bar does not fall down and hurt me. Can you do that for me?"

“I sure can!" he said proudly. He seemed to have forgotten about the skimpy clothes he was in. Ranshiin was still working on that.

“Good!" She walked over to the weight bench where a barbell was racked above it. It only carried a few small weights, about 20 kilos. She lay on her back beneath it and gripped the bar. “Now, Shiron, stand above my head and keep your hands below the bar, ready to catch it if it falls on me."

Shiron, the naïve soul, did as he was told, but misunderstood her terribly. When she said “above her head" she meant behind the bench where her head was. He took it more literally and stepped [i]over[/i] the bench, hovering his crotch over her face, and with it his pendulous package. He held his hands an inch below the bar, smiling down at her hopefully. “Like this?"

Halca was speechless. Even through the thick layer of makeup on her face one could see how red she had turned. She could all but feel the heat of his loins radiating against her cheek. She gawked at his fat snake which seemed to stare back at her knowingly. [i]You wanted to see me, madame?[/i] She was silent for several seconds before she managed to speak. “Yes, sweety. Just like that." She pushed the bar off the rack and lowered it to her chest. She pushed it back up with ease, then repeated. Shiron kept his hands under the bar attentively, ready to catch it if he needed to. He was focused, unlike Halca who gave his huge orbs the two thousand yard stare.

She remembered that she was being watched and remembered to speak. “J-just do these for a few reps before putting the bar back. When the person is done, the spotter should help them put it back on the wrack. Shiron?"

“Yes, ma'am." He grabbed the bar and lifted it like a toothpick. It clanged onto the rack.

She cleared her throat. “Thank you. You can move now."

“OK!" He kicked his leg over the bench and moved from over her.

She sat up, face ablaze, crotch wet like the tropics. She sat up and pulled her coat around tight. She kept her thighs together tightly. “Now, the rest of you take turns doing reps. I'll… I'll do something in the room… over here… Excuse me." While everyone got into positions, she jogged to the examining room and shut the door behind her. She didn't even make it to the chair. She pressed her back to the door, opened her fly, and furiously started to finger herself.

“[i]Huhhh! Huhhh! Oh fuck! Yes! Yes! Yeeeeeessssss~[/i]" Her hand jittered wildly within the flaps of her pants. Her middle and index fingers assaulted her clit, filling her with a blistering joy that didn't last long before she came. Her breath got trapped in her lungs, holding her mouth open into a bright red oval. She slammed her ass back into the door and doubled over. Her teeth gritted and her face contorted. A very shrill squeak bubbled out of her, the result of her fighting back a howl. Her legs jostled beneath her, threatening to give way. When her orgasm was done her fingers and panties were utterly ruined, smothered in a thickish layer of her cream. She pulled her hand out and held onto the wall behind her to stay upright.

“Fuck… Fuck… Dammit…" She hated herself for her weakness. She wasn't supposed to masturbate until afterwards, but Shiron's giant dick in her face was a wrench in the cogs of that plan. It didn't help that her ruined clothes would give her away. She was fortunate to have a sink in the room with her. She hastily stripped her clothes off and stuffed them into a cabinet. She washed her hands, wiped her crotch clean, and put on one of the gym outfits. It was big on her, but managed to stay on. She sighed and went back to the studio. The monsters were working out dutifully. The ones who had struggled running and stretching were now showing off their full worth, pumping as much iron as they could. Some of their spotters weren't even paying attention, confident that there was no way they would drop it. Once they saw Halca come back, they snapped back to their duties.

“Hey, you OK, Ms. Hepburn?" asked one of the spotters.

Her heart clenched. “Yes. Why do you ask?"

“We heard a big thump, and you got some gym clothes on."

“Ah, I just slipped and hit the door. Spilled some water on my clothes and had to change."

The questioning monster shrugged and continued spotting. Eventually she told them to stop and to gather around. “We have two more workouts left. This next one, and another. After that we'll be done and you'll all get your pay." She pointed to the rope hanging from the ceiling. “I'd like you all to try and climb that rope and ring the bell at the top."

The group circled around the mat at the foot of the rope. They each took turns climbing it, hugging the tightly woven hemp and squirming up to the bell to pull its string. [i]Ding-Ding![/i] With each successful ring, the group would clap and the climber would slowly descend. It was Ranshiin's turn when Halca decided to give some extra encouragement. Once he was high enough on the rope she stood beneath him, looking right up into his ass crack and the two balls next to it. His nuts were squished nicely between the rope and his wholesome butt cheeks. “There we go. Good job. I like what I'm seeing. Keep it up."

He came to a stop and looked down at her with an unkind expression. “I can do it without the cheering, thanks." He resumed his task grimly, eager to ring the bell and get it over with. Halca remained silent, but continued to stare at his ass. He rang the bell, the group clapped, and he came back down. It was Shiron's turn. Eager to outdo his brother, he jumped onto the rope, swinging it out a few feet, and hoisted himself up quickly.

“Now, now!" Halca warned. “No rush. Take your time."

“Oh yeah. Sorry." he said, then slowed down.

Halca was underneath him, wanting to admire the view for as long as she could. “It's OK, sweetheart. You're fine~"

He rang the bell and came back down. The last few monsters took their turns and gathered around for the last exercise. She couldn't hold back a mischievous grin. “Now it's time for some squats. You'll have your hands on the back of your head like this-" She demonstrated. “-and lower yourself by bending your knees as far as you can." She lowered her butt down and stood back up. “Easy."

The group lined back up on the mats and started squatting. This was it. This was what Halca was waiting for since she had rented the studio and put up those billboards. She stood in front of the brothers, eyeing them closely. Ranshiin watched her from the corner of his eye while Shiron maintained his workout, staring ahead resolutely. Up and down they went like machines, flexing their mighty glutes and stretching their shorts around them. Halca could hear the fabric scrape against their skin.

[i]Errr Errr Errr Errr[/i]

Every time one of them came down she felt the anticipation claw at her heart. The sound of the shorts stretching grew louder, at least in her head. At any moment her plan would reach fruition and she would achieve everything she had hoped for. All she had to do was wait, but as the seconds ticked by that was proving to be agonizing. “Make sure you go all the way down, dears." she reminded them, eyes still locked on the dragons and their bulges. They obeyed. Up and down, up and down. Still nothing. The hope was beginning to fade away. Her palms got sweaty. At any moment she was ready to give up and tell them to stop. Then…

[i]RRRIIIIIIP!!![/i]

A tearing sound shredded through the air like a missile, making everyone jerk out of fright. Both of the brothers' eyes went wide as the horror dawned on them. Together, at once, their shorts shredded and collapsed around their waists, drifting down their legs as a collection of dismembered scraps. All that remained were the waistbands and a few measly strings. Their dicks swung free like birds from cages, uncensored and untamed. Their buttocks wobbled into their natural shape heavily. As she had already seen, the dragons' phalluses were colossal. What was almost as remarkable were their features, which was practically none. Their shafts were long and smooth tubes devoid of any veins or bulges. Their foreskins were pinched closed a full inch in front of their tips, concealing their cock helmets. There wasn't so much a wrinkle on their giant scrotums, nor any hair. The skin on and around their genitals were as smooth and soft as a river stone. Halca was able to see and deduce all of that before they both bent over slightly and crossed their hands over their crotches, blushing madly.

Halca gave her best shocked gasp. “[i]Oh no![/i]" She ran up to them and grabbed each of their wrists. She pulled them to her side. “Come here! Stay close!" She wrapped an arm around their lower backs and hustled them to the examining room. “Come on, come on. Let's get you two out of here." They waddled along with her, trying to speed up but unable to thanks to her vice-like grip around their torsos. Their cocks bounced and swung with each step, much to her secret delight. She opened the examining room door and shoved them both inside. She joined them and shut the door behind her, leaving behind a very bewildered and embarrassed group of monsters.

The brothers stood in the center of the room, legs together, hands hiding their loins. Both of them were blushing hard. Shiron looked like he wanted to die, Ranshiin looked like he wanted to kill someone. Halca approached them with her best apologetic face and voice. “Oh goodness, boys. I'm so sorry. I didn't think that would happen. They told me to use those shorts on wind dragons. Oh geez, if I had any idea…"

Shiron gulped. “Ahh… It's OK, ma'am. You didn't know."

Ranshiin couldn't bring himself to look at her. His teeth grinded in his mouth. “Un-fucking-believable…" he grumbled.

Halca got closer and fell to her knees. “Here, let me look and see what went wrong." She pried her fingers under their hands and peeled them away. She was face to face with their hanging glories, now completely unveiled. Her cheeks got hot like they were in an oven. By a very impressive use of sheer willpower, she managed to not give them a squeeze. “Well, it looks like the threads on these shorts were poorly woven. Probably made in some cheap sweatshop. I'll have a word with whoever ordered these. I promise nothing like this will ever happen again." Her eyes swung between each of their dicks like a pendulum, unable to determine which one she adored more.

Ranshiin batted her hand away. “No need. We're never coming back here ever again."

Halca bowed her head. “I understand. I do apologize sincerely. I'll pay you double what's been promised."

“Whatever." Ranshiin turned around and collected his clothes from behind the privacy curtain. “Come on, Shiron. Let's get the fuck out of here."

“O-OK." He looked down at Halca and gave her an apologetic look for his brother. She gave him a look back that said it was OK.

They got dressed, popped off the suction cups, and stormed out. The other monsters did the same, not saying a word amongst themselves. They lined up at the front desk where Halca gave them their money. The brothers went last so that she could give them double in secret. “Thank you for coming, you two. I'm very sorry for what happened."

“Yeah, thank you too. It's OK, I guess." Shiron said. Ranshiin stayed quiet.

Halca said goodbye, and the two wind dragons left the studio, spread their wings, and flew off from the parking lot. Halca no longer had to hide a wry smile. She turned around and waltzed into the studio. With the image of the brothers' members stark in her head and a heat growing between her legs, she went to the examining room to take care of something.

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