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Another uneventful night, another dinner of takeout Chinese. It was a tradition that roommates Steve and Barry followed twice a week, much to their chagrin at times. Still, it was nice to come home after a long day of work and unwind with food delivered right to their door as cooking was a tall order to accomplish some nights.

"Oh man, I'm stuffed!" Steve threw his empty carton on the table, a heap of containers devoid of their contents stacked beside it.

Barry, meanwhile, was still chowing down on his dinner, though his pace had slowed quite a bit from when he started. "I hear ya. I'm about ready to pass out after all this."

His arms draping across the back of the sofa that he sat on, Steve looked at his roommate, though not before stifling his own yawn. "Long day, huh?"

"Oh, when is it not?" It took Barry everything that he had in him, but he managed to shovel down the last of his shrimp chow mein before tossing the carton with the others. "Not only do I have several customers that I've just started working with as their CPA, but I'm also meeting with another client _immediately_after the weekend," he ran his fingers through his brown hair in frustration as he recalled all the work required of him. "I keep telling myself that I should've gone into actuarial accounting."

"I know what you mean. The medical research I'm doing is rewarding, but tough as all hell with how much we're asked to do," Steve sighed. "But as much as I'd have liked to do more, it got to a point in school where I was ready to call it and move onto something easier."

The admission got Barry to chuckle. "Like stripping? A fair number of people in my classes declared that over the years."

"I've heard that before, but that's not what our saying is," Steve giggled. "We say that we'll quit and become business majors."

"Oh, fuck you!" Barry's laughter caused his stomach to cry out in pain, yet he couldn't stop himself. "I defy you to tell me that business programs are akin to taking your clothes off for money."

"Dude, you partied way more than anyone else we knew. You had fun while we all studied."

As much as he didn't think the accusation was totally fair, Barry knew that there was some truth to it. "Okay, but those days are long behind me. I don't have the drive to drink until I puke anymore with all this work looming over my head."

"Man, you could've been so much more productive with your time," Steve's hair part fell in front of his eye, its black colour contrasting with his pale skin. "You could've actually been a stripper and still done well in school with how easy your workload was!"

Now Barry felt like his friend was being rather unfair. "Yeah, well, I never had the body for it then, and I definitely won't now, even though I wouldn't complain about it in the slightest."

"You and me both. It'd be nice to be rewarded with something like that after all the bullshit we're put through!" Steve scoffed his frustration. "Why, yes, I _would_feel a lot better if I could wait for my organic samples to react in solution if I looked like a professional bodybuilder."

"Speaking of rewards..." Barry's eyes lit up as he remembered the fortune cookies lying on the table, snatching one for each of them.

"Nice, let's see what I got," Steve cracked through the confection in what felt like record time. He scanned which side of the paper held his fortune, his eyes glued to it when he found it, only to realize that it didn't read like what he was anticipating.

Wishes are a luxury few can experience, especially with one's hectic lifestyle. This fortune grants you one without condition, so make it count!

The writing on the slip completely caught him off-guard. What the hell was this? A chuckle escaped past his lips as he verified that, yes, this was all that he was given. It made him wonder if this was a misprint of sorts.

"You got something corny, I take it?" Barry, unlike his roommate, opted to finish the cookie first before looking at his fortune, a tradition that went back to his youth.

Honestly, it was close enough to the real thing that Steve paid it no mind. "Uh, yeah, something like that," Steve said, eyeing the slip in his friend's hand. "What's yours say?"

"Let me see..." Barry downed the last of his cookie before he read the paper, only for his expression to contort with irritation as he flipped it over again and again. "Are you fucking joking me?" His jaw fell agape and his eyes nearly bugged out of his skull. "I got a goddamn advertisement!"

"No way, lemme see!" Steve hadn't heard of such a thing before, but indeed, that's what came with his roomie's meal. "Oh wow, QR code and everything."

Barry slumped back in his recliner, feeling thoroughly defeated. "Man, the future is stupid."

Steve was inclined to agree at the sight of the other man's misfortune, but at least his wasn't far off from what was expected. Still, though, a wish? It's just a silly thing to entertain kids with, right? Should he even bother with it? He thought that he might as well humour himself, but what to choose...

Despite the fact that he could wish for literally anything, he still wanted something visually obvious; it'd been his plan for as long as he could remember if he'd ever found himself in this scenario. Truthfully, he didn't think that this was even a real possibility in all honesty, but it was for precisely that reason that he'd thought of the silliest thing that he could've conceivably imagined - something totally immature, and yet entirely adult at the same time.

I wish that I was an ungodly hypermuscular version of Steele living with my roommate-turned-boyfriend, Balto, who is equally as gigantic as I am.

There were a number of things that made him smirk at his thought, the biggest of which - besides the obvious - being that, while the pair of them both happened to be gay, they weren't in a relationship with one another as they never felt the urge to take their friendship any higher than that level. While dull at times, they both felt that their lives were fine the way they were.

Which is why he went in the direction that he did as he felt it to be the perfect opportunity to indulge in a fantasy of his. But why that wish in particular? It was simple - Steve was a furry, a fact not unknown to the man that he'd just shared a meal with, but one that he'd never felt a need to bring up as he knew that his roomie had no interest in the fandom. But that wasn't a big deal to him since it wasn't like anything was going to happen anyway!

"Well, these were dumb, like they always are," Barry groaned as he threw his crumpled fortune on the pile of trash.

"You expected something more?" Steve smirked, his following suit.

A sigh of annoyance departed Steve's mouth as he reclined in his seat. "I mean, it'd be exciting if our fortunes told us about, you know, literal fortunes or something. Aside from the bullshit I got tonight, it's just been feel-good platitudes. I'd even settle for making my own fortune, like if it gave me a wish or whatever."

The coincidence got Steve laughing, though he intentionally kept his roommate in the dark. "Would that even make a difference, you think?"

"I don't know, man," Barry palmed his face with both hands, pushing it back against the headrest. "I think it'd be a little bit more exciting, you know?"

"Exciting," Steve smirked, thinking about what he'd wished for. "Yeah, I'd like that." At that moment he laid back against the couch cushions, letting his consciousness drift. While it could've broken up the monotony in both of their lives, magic didn't exist and he knew that; it was time to put that thought to bed for good.

Unbeknownst to him, the world beyond the material was a little weirder and more wonderful than he knew. The wish had been real the whole time and was heard loud and clear despite how ridiculous that he thought it was, with the powers that be materializing it immediately. He was going to get exactly what he asked for.

A bead of sweat trickled down Barry's face, causing him to fan the collar of his shirt. "Shit, did the AC break again?"

"Fuck, I hope not!" Steve grunted as he pushed himself forward, wicking the sweat from his brow. He found it incredibly weird that the both of them felt heated out of nowhere, but couldn't think of a reason as to why.

Barry went through the same thought process. "It doesn't feel like dinner's disagreeing with me. I wonder what could-" All that came out next was a loud gasp. His hand had fallen to his chest, unveiling muscle definition on what used to be a flat torso. "Uh, I was kinda kidding earlier!" In a panic, his hands poked and prodded his newly gained mass, though not hating it as much as he'd thought. "Maybe half-kidding."

Like his friend, Steve's body had begun swelling as well. The sudden finding had stunned him at first, but he'd discovered that he liked what he felt. _Really_liked it, in fact. "This is actually kinda nice. I wish this happened to us sooner!"

"I mean, yes, but-" The abrupt sensation of a draft along his midsection caught Barry's attention, cluing him into how his shirt now rode up his developing form. "Why is this only happening now?"

"Who cares? We both wanted this, right?" Steve let out an excited giggle as he started growing out of his clothes as well, the material of his pants exposing his ankles as his bulging thighs filled it out.

Confusion plastered onto his visage, Barry could only watch as his physique continued bloating against his will. "Uh, I think I'm as big as I wanna be now. This is where I'd like to stop. I can do that, right?"

"I don't think you're gonna get that kinda chance. Whatever's happening to us is just-" Discomfort set in as Steve arched his back against the couch. A shooting pain raced down his spine, culminating in the sprouting of a nub at the base of his posterior that pushed its way above the waist of his pants. "Oh shit, what is that?!"

"What is what?" Barry noted the abrupt irritation imparted by his friend's strained expression. "Hey, are you alright?" He went and reached out to try and help the other man, only to recoil when he saw a patch of brown hairs spreading along his arm from the back of his hand. A quick inspection showed it proliferating across his still-swelling form, apparently not slowing down until he was entirely covered. He couldn't deter his rising heart rate if he tried.

Steve, on the other hand, felt no panic whatsoever in spite of the aches produced by his shifting form. Sure, the soreness of his bodily features was some of the strongest that he'd experienced before, but it couldn't match the pure relief felt once the alteration had finished.

Not that much had changed anyway; besides his elongating tailbone, his ears migrated to the top of his head as they grew triangular, and the bottom half of his face pushed out into a recognizably canine muzzle. The one saving grace was the relative speed of the alterations as it was still quite painful to endure.

Barry suffered through the exact same changes as the fur advanced with every passing second. He barely had a chance to process anything happening to him before some new thing occurred, pulling his attention across his entire burgeoning frame. Anguished groans sounded out as his face also elongated, taking on a similar shape to his roomie's. Not that he could even tell as his eyes had been screwed shut since the torment began.

With the difficult part seemingly over, Steve panted as fur of his own blanketed him from head to toe. The sensations were alien to him as he squirmed in his seat. His chest heaved with every breath until... it was over, and he could take stock of what happened. Well, he would've looked over himself if the first thing that he saw wasn't his friend, but what a sight he was!

Easily as large as competitive bodybuilders, his roommate strained the life out of his attire, each garment stretched across hundreds of pounds of freshly-gained beef. It was evident that the material wasn't built for that kind of physique as something as simple as moving an arm popped a seam. But all that muscle mass coupled with that handsome lupine face? Oh, he felt his heart swoon!

But... wait, the other man looked remarkably familiar. He knew that it was obviously a fictional character that he recognized, but trying to recall that face was a bit of a struggle due to his brain being fried by his rapid transformation. Though, if his friend turned into someone that he remembered, did that mean-

"Holy fuck, you look like some kinda dog!" Barry blurted out, now noticing his friend's alterations. His breathing grew laboured with every moment that went by, consternation welling up inside of him. Each glance at a different part of the other canine's bulging body rang alarm bells in his head, but also strangely tickled a part of his psyche that normally wouldn't care about something like that. And who the hell was he looking at? Damnit, it was on the tip of his tongue! "Hang on, that's someone I saw in a movie as a kid, I think."

And then the answer hit Steve like a ton of bricks. "Balto!" The pair of them had transformed according to what he'd requested from the fortune cookie. His wish somehow came true!

"Uh, no, I think you're actually the other guy." With a tense grunt, Barry had to force his hand from caressing his ballooning package. It almost embarrassed him how much he was enjoying this.

"Yeah, Steele. That makes sense," Steve's mind went into overdrive as he processed the changes that'd developed. He could feel his new tail thumping against the padded sofa cushions as he gripped his growing chest, a smile contorting his doggy muzzle.

Barry, meanwhile, wasn't anywhere near as content. "How the hell could any of this possibly make sense to you? This doesn't happen to people!" His tense demeanour reflected in his body, his clothing gaining new tears due to his freakish musculature flexing.

"Well, it's because-" Steve stopped himself mid-sentence as his mind centred on his wish. It was undoubtedly the cause of their transformations - he was certain of that - but he didn't want his friend to either blame him, or start questioning his sanity. Good thing that his mind was sharp as a tack. "You know, you're Balto, and the other prominent dog in the movie was Steele, so..."

"I suppose..." A whine escaped from Barry's throat. Another round of shredding suddenly erupted out of nowhere, with him discovering in horror that his sleeves had torn despite having done nothing. "God, are we _still_growing?"

It took Steve all of a half-second to verify, realizing that he could see more of his chest past his snout. "Oh, we are!" His prodigious pectorals filled out more of his shirt, a rip forming at the collar as billowing fur sprouted from between the slabs of beef. That seemed to be the catalyst for more changes as his clothing began to feel weird against his pelt. In an instant the tightness abated, if only slightly as it had still clung to his swelling form. But why? His question got answered when he looked at his friend.

As if trying to show off as much of that rocking bod as possible, Barry's clothes had also morphed into something more appropriate, transforming into loose-fitting gym clothing that neither of the two men had ever seen the other wear before. And truthfully, 'loose-fitting' would only be accurate for so long.

Steve only caught the tail-end of it, but he saw that his T-shirt became a sheer A-shirt right before his eyes, the mesh straps stretching across his nascent traps. It was... odd, to say the least, but it made total sense to him considering the colossal stature of the pair of them. If there was one thing that the elastic material was good for, it was showing off how well his ever-growing, hairy bulk filled it out. "Oh wow!" He marveled at his quad rippling with beef as his swelling persisted.

"What's going on, bro?" As soon as the inquiry came out, Barry clasped a hand around his muzzle in shock; that last word came out of nowhere. "What the hell was that?"

"I dunno, bro," Steve's eyes lit up when he let loose the same affectation. "Oh shit, I did it too, dude!" Uh, that wasn't specifically something that he'd asked for, but he supposed that it made sense given the rest of their transformations. It, uh... would just take some getting used to.

Barry was clearly the most weirded out by all these alterations. "Man, what is even going on today?" He watched in wide-eyed confusion as his own pectorals continued to balloon in his new tank top, unsure of when they'd stop. Scratch that - _if_they'd stop!

It was obvious to Steve that the two of them had effortlessly surged past the size of bodybuilders, even beyond what the heaviest of heavyweights were. A quick flex of his arm got his blood pumping as it was now bigger than his head. His roomie was beside himself, but he was thrilled at everything going on! He wanted the wish to keep going for as long as it could; he wanted more!

In complete contrast to the other dog, Barry felt more amazed at how the world around them reacted to their changes. They probably weighed several hundred pounds by that point and yet neither piece of furniture that they sat on said a thing. "Dude, this thing's holding my weight no problem!"

"Oh man, our furniture is, like, hella reinforced!" Steve gave the sofa a few test pumps to confirm. "It's like the stuff around us is adapting to our size, broski."

Indeed, their growing bodies weren't the only things that changed. In addition to their furniture, the apartment itself shifted before their eyes. On one hand it got bigger to accommodate their mammothian sizes, but there were also new fixtures to their pad that weren't there before.

"What the..." Barry observed as used condoms willed themselves into existence, tied up and full of doggy spunk. "The hell?!" These were gigantic! Sure, it was logical given their brawny immensity, but he didn't even realize that rubbers that massive were sold. "Dude, look at the size of these condoms!"

His brow cocking, Steve looked at the table to see one of the wrappers laying beside the remnants of their meal, impressed at what he examined. "That's a lotta Xs, bro."

"Yo, what's that?" Barry spied an empty two-gallon jug beside the coffee table, looking like it used to contain some beige-coloured liquid.

"Oh dude, that's totally a protein shake," Steve felt amazed that he immediately knew what it was.

Out of the corner of his eye, Barry spied a metal canister that he didn't recognize and picked it up, bewildered at his discovery. "Body spray?!" His prodigious chest heaved as he gasped, pulling the material of his tank up to expose his fluffy midriff. "Brosef, why do we need this?"

Acting on a hunch, Steve lifted his arm - now heavier than an average person - and took as much of a whiff of his furry armpit that he could, moaning at the heavenly aroma that emanated from it. "Oh man, our scent's, like, wicked strong!" His cock chubbed up so much at his musk that the tent that formed in his tightening shorts showed off the base of his telephone-pole-thick doghood, which erupted in a bush of dense pubic fur, the smell emanating from it magnitudes stronger than the scent wafting from the rest of his body.

"Are you getting off on this, dude?" A whine escaped from Barry's throat, his ears dipping. It only just dawned on him that the seat of his recliner had doubled in width since sitting down.

"Hell yeah, bro!" With a happy whuff, Steve dug his thumbs under his waistband and pulled them down, exposing his monolithic pillar to the world.

The sight of his friend's pupmaker out in the open gave Barry pause, though simultaneously sending blood rushing to his own. He was forced to do the same thing as his own endowment couldn't bear the pressure anymore. Immediately, his breathing grew laboured as his intense manly aroma assaulted his olfactory nerve.

Air got forced from Steve's nostrils as he observed the magnificent spectacle of the lupine baring his own masculinity, his heart fluttering. "Dude, you're fucking huge, bro! You could totally become a stripper now if you wanted."

The mere thought made Barry whimper in embarrassment, but it jolted a thought that'd laid dormant. "Oh shit, what about my job?" In a panic, he whipped out his phone and brought it up to his face, unable to move his head thanks to traps that swallowed his neck and a chest like the front of a sedan. It took until seeing the text conversation with his boss for his heart rate to slow down. "Woah... everything's still here."

"Oh, bro, that's awesome!" Steve thanked his lucky stars that his cellphone was sitting on the table as there'd be no way to fish it out of his shorts with legs as thick as Greek pillars stuffing the fabric.

Barry's leviathan rod pulsed as his physique creaked larger, the muscle fibres tearing and repairing themselves in an instant. "Yeah, but, like, I'm really weirded out about it," He saw how his bulging pectorals dominated the view in front of him, making him feel hysterical about the upcoming work week. "I still got that client I'm meeting on Monday and everything. What if someone says something, man?!"

"Dude, you're totally overthinking things! As far as anyone at your work is concerned, you've been a mega-studly wolfdog behemoth the entire time you worked there. It'd be weird if you didn't look like that now, bro!" Steve huffed, his intoxicating scent causing a glob of preseed to dribble down his shaft. "I mean, you got your degree and everything, right? Your life's still in order, bro, so just chillax!"

"I guess..." The malamute's dismissal of his worries didn't exactly put Barry at ease. Not helping the matter was that, upon looking at the rest of the text messages on his phone to verify that everything was the same there as well, he noticed the names of several contacts that he'd never seen before in his life. "Yo, like, who the fuck have I been texting?" Opening one of the conversations revealed a shock that in no way was he expecting - the person that he'd been in touch with was also a muscular dog, not quite to his incredible degree, but still impressive nonetheless.

His curiosity piqued, Steve opened up his texts as well, a smile stretching across his face when he noticed new names that he didn't recognize. "Oh, dude, I think I got them too!" He'd already formulated an idea of who they could be based on the names themselves, being proven right when he saw countless pics of canines in various states of undress.

There were Huskies of different heights, but with converse widths that made them all look roughly the same weight; a Chinook pleased with the way his sumptuous arms outsized his tree-trunk legs; a Chow-Chow proud of his powerful core, as evidenced by how many pictures of his tortoise-shell of a gut were taken; and a particularly handsome, elderly Saint Bernard with pectorals each larger than car tires, effortlessly looking like the biggest dog around had neither the malamute nor the wolfdog been in the picture.

"Do we..." Barry scrolled through a random conversation, not only surprised when he saw how many dick pics had been sent to him by the gargantuan Saint Bernard, but also by how many that he'd apparently sent back in return. He felt a sudden shudder rip up his spine. "Do we know these dudes?"

Steve, on the other hand, relished in the sight of so much dog beef. His hand had unknowingly shot to his hefty package, stroking his meat in a more heated manner the longer that he flipped through each exchange. "We might not know them, bro, but they sure know us!" Not only were he and his roomie massive canine beefcakes, but they seemingly also had an inner circle of other hunks just like them. This was many of his dreams coming true all at once.

"Broski, they know me better than, like, I know me!" Barry couldn't believe the dialogues that he'd had with these other dogs, especially with how explicit _he'd_been. Cheeks flushed a rosy pink, his cock drooled with pre the longer that he read the lascivious comments on his photos.

Meanwhile, Steve felt his precum production ramp up as he gawked at every photo sent his way, only to perk up when something stuck out to him. "Yo, look at the pics our bros have been sending us."

Barry hadn't a clue what the hypermuscular dog was getting at, but immediately understood upon seeing how much more canine beef the images now contained. "Dude, they're totally getting bigger as we are!"

"It's like we're shifting their realities too, man." Regarding each dog's heavier chest got Steve clutching his own, his redwood length leaking like a running faucet as he knew that his pecs were bigger. Seeing the name of his supervisor, however, switched his mindset entirely, remembering an important email he'd sent the day before. "Hmm, I know I told the boss-man I needed my schedule accommodated, but I wonder if I also asked for, like, size accommodation in this reality." A quick scroll through the message lit up his face. "No way, I totally did!" It was then that he noticed an email that he didn't recognize, one that made him happier than he thought possible. "Oh dude, apparently, we cancelled a gym sub. I put down that, like, their equipment wasn't resistant enough for us anymore!"

"Bro, how big are we?!" Barry knew the answer, he just didn't want to admit that they were each crossing the multi-ton threshold.

Of everything that he'd read thus far, one piece of information caught Steve by total surprise. "Enough to be called the biggest couple in the world, apparently."

"Bruh..." Barry was beside himself due to the announcement. Everything moved so fast, and how could anyone love him like this?! At the very least, the pairing with his roommate made a modicum of sense. "We're, like, a couple?"

"Yeah dude, everyone totally refers to us as one," Steve relished the idea of the lupine being his lover. The pair of them could fuck a skyscraper to rubble and not feel a thing; they were made for each other.

It took until reaching a staggering height of fifteen feet, but Barry actually stopped growing. The towering wolfdog jutted out in every direction, his shorts becoming a cozy to boulder-like testosterone factories. "Holy shit, bro. I'm so... wide." Initially sitting a foot away from his new boyfriend, he now found himself right next to the other canine colossus without having moved an inch thanks to the altered recliner.

"I know, it's hot as fuck, dude!" Steve had also completed his growth, easily able to loom over the populace with his multitonnage of sweaty malamute bulk, the veritable carpet of body hair running from the cleft of his prodigious pectorals to the hilt of his gargantuan obelisk alone was taller than the average person. He could crush a tank like a tin can just by sitting on it as each of his dimpled ass cheeks weighed as much as a boulder.

"I-If you say so..." With balls that easily overfilled Olympic-sized pools, Barry couldn't stop pre from deluging down his cock. "Bro, I'm, like, so fucking horny."

That was Steve's cue. Wordlessly, he seized his opportunity to grip onto the other canine's fuckmeat, basking in the immensity of his boyfriend's pole. As much as he wanted to lick the preseed rushing down the shaft, he had several metres of pectoral heft in the way that prevented him from getting his tongue close to the quivering flesh. At least the heavenly scent of manliness wafting in his direction gave him something to savour.

Barry, meanwhile, had to contend with the other dog's lovemaker dripping everywhere, clutching onto it like his instincts guided. He fought a losing battle, his body reveling in the sheer masculinity radiating off of his lover. It made him want more than just this; he wanted to get closer acquainted with the purported love of his life.

His endowment being fondled, Steve bit his lip as the sensation that his leviathan hog shot through his system blasted the pleasure centre of his brain with lewd desire. He wanted more; he craved more. His hips bucked uncontrollably, discharging more of his slimy pre as his libido catapulted higher than it'd ever had before. He was beyond thrilled that this was his normal from now on.

The same could be said for Barry, who felt a bit miffed at first that he couldn't overcome his new urges, though the immense euphoric bliss pummeling his very soul changed his tune right then and there. The pulsating log of malamute fuckmeat in his grasp turned him on harder than anything else had previously in his life, not to mention the canine behemoth that it was attached to. It finally clicked in his brain as to why they were a couple as no one else could satisfy each other like they could.

Intense arousal coursing through Steve's veins tensed the muscles on his body, flexing them twice as large as they were normally and shoving his muzzle deep into his solid pectorals, much to his delight. The virile scent inundating his nostrils fried his brain, moreso when it hit him that that was what he smelled like. This never really did much for him when he was small, but now his ambrosial essence by itself could potentially make hum cream himself without doing anything else. His tongue excitedly lashed at the forest of body hair in front of him, unearthing more of his delicious musk. He needed to know now what the wolfdog smelled like up close and personal; he bet the other man smelled even better.

One of Barry's hands slipped away from his lover's megacock and grasped onto one of the fat nipples that topped his colossal pecs, eliciting a low, loud moan with every squeeze. It involuntarily played with the fleshy nub like a radio dial, twisting it this way and that and engulfing him in ecstatic frenzy. He imagined his boyfriend doing the work, causing his crotch rocket to belch forth bucketloads of pre. The titillation had him teetering on the peak of orgasm.

From both his lover playing with his doghood and his own scent assaulting his senses, Steve knew that climax was fast approaching. The rush of both growing and seeing the other man grow pushed him close to the edge, with the wolfdog's ministrations being the thing that eventually sent him over. The pressure had already built up in his taint, and he was ready to blow. He mustered a mighty bellow to signal the eruption that was to come before his balls pulled up to his pelvis and sent his dogbatter shooting to the ceiling in arcs.

Like the other canine, Barry couldn't hold his arousal back any longer and let loose a howl of passion. His floodgates burst wide open, blasting cum so hard that it stripped paint off of the walls. The throbbing between his mitts indicated that his boyfriend's firehose gushed as well, the both of them becoming the sexiest geysers that one would ever lay eyes on. He wrapped his arms around his cock as far as they would go, humping his body like he would a lover - his lover. It was the first time that he felt okay saying that.

Steve felt like eternities had gone by in the time that he'd drained his cum tanks. The untold megalitres of cum that had pooled on the floor had miraculously diminished, diverted out of the room by a drain that neither had discovered yet. Fuck, he wanted to do that again and again! He loved his mega-studly wolfdog behemoth as well as everything that had happened to the two of them that day, but a thought forced its way to the front of his brain - could he get his paws on another wish?