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Nest - which was the name of a small-framed, slate-skinned, Eastern bearded dragon (Pogona barbata), not the architectural feature - let his jaw hang agape in awe. He, much like you, had prepared himself for dicks. He'd heard about hyperphalia online and in books, had even glimpsed this particular example before, but up close, Nest had never seen a cock quite like this before, especially not one wielded so... casually.

The gray-furred California mouse - Peromyscus californicus, emphasis on the fornicus - of Nest's attentions was presently shucking a workout shirt that clung to his sweat-soaked body with obvious ardor. A pleasantly firm pectoral shelf overhung the rodent's chest. It was dotted with twin charcoal nipples and overshadowed by a gloomy glare that seemed to follow this particular patron to Brodin's temple wherever he went. Beneath was a sculptor's dappling of glare and umbra doting over the nascent mounds defining a modest abdomen that was still a few pounds from a six-pack, and beneath that was ten inches of soft, heavy, swaying, vascular, wrist-thick, vision-swallowing cock flesh.

How.

And beneath that hung two orbs. No, please, understand: we here in this mortal realm understand that rodents, especially rats and mice, have huge nuts (and, to be honest, quite small dicks), but these? A typical anthro rat may have received from his generous testicular lineage a happy pair of coconuts for him to thrust upon admiring and envious fellow gym bros. The subject of Nest's supplicating sanity held a pair of nearly knee-depth melons no natural underpants could hope to restrain.

HOW.

Nest licked his lips. Today. Today, he'd finally approach the man. He'd ask what no one seemed to have the nerve to ask in the face of that silencing glare the mouse always wore. He always walked nude from the lockers to the showers, perhaps because he didn't like feeling as though he had to hide, or perhaps to show what he had that was off-limits, or perhaps for deep reasons of his own, but he always entered the locker room late, as though keeping some secret. Nest knew his conversational tactics for extracting such secrets were shoddy, so he had decided he would take to strategy: "I," he had planned to say, "could fit that whole cock inside me, and I'll bet no one else can."

It was crude, and on top of that, crass. But death comes for us all, and so Nest had prepared himself for all outcomes, whether scornful rejection, quiet disgust, or, holiest of holy lines, "show me." He watched the gray mouse complete his task of disrobing and begin making his way towards the showers. There was, of course, an important caveat to this strategy: Nest was hiding inside his own locker and had been for the past hour, and it wouldn't do to simply pop out and scare the man.

Now, before you start judging the little kinkster for his less-than-innocent spying, understand that his first opportunity to observe his murine person of interest had come completely by accident. That day, Nest had been deaf to the calls over the PA system that the gym was closing due to his extremely high-quality earbuds, and after he'd finally begged from a member of the staff to at least let him shower, he'd encountered... this. There had been a stare-off between awe and thunder, and then weeks of fine-it's-stalking had ensued before Nest had confirmed that this mouse - whoever he was - made intensive efforts to always be the last one out of the gym, likely so that he was only made to endure at most one or two bug-eyed expressions when he revealed what lurked beneath his briefs.

That wasn't completely true. Over the few weeks, there had been two instances that Nest could remember of his mousy Hercules having a smiling conversation with someone on the way into the locker room, but then leaving alone. It made him shudder to consider. Maybe he was a bottom? It was the only rational explanation. Weirdly, the interlopers - ahem, the partners - didn't stand out in Nest's mind. Only the fact that someone other than himself was interested did, and it made him writhe. Who - WHO? - could possibly please someone this enormously endowed? No one. Except...

Nest happened to have known someone, a long time ago and in a far away land called the East Coast, who had known someone, who had gotten his hands on some extremely illegal, grandfathered-in biological enchantments that had gotten around the magical biologics ban. It was a cousin named Shivering Reeds Over Still Waters, with whom Nest had had a close relationship when they were children. They had endured puberty and adolescence together, so Nest had felt comfortable verbally salivating over his find over the phone. And that cousin had said, "Here, I'll send you an alchemical wonder developed by a friend of mine, but please don't try to form a relationship on the basis of physical sexual compatibility. Seriously, I have gotten to know some very strange people and if you need help, tell me instead of trying anything stupid."

Shiv was a coward, though, in Nest's estimation. Nest imagined that all Shiv had ever done was fuck that twink jaguar boyfriend of his and never experienced anything beyond vanilla sexual encounters. Nest, however, was prepared to do whatever it took to slake a unique thirst when its source was dangled so juicily in front of him. At least, that was what he told himself to justify his insatiable desire to ride that impossible cock to completion and fix the sadness its owner seemed to carry everywhere they went together.

To explain, this world had some amount of magic. As far as Nest remembered from grade school and community college, it had always had some amount of magic. But biologics? Those were complicated. Sure, any student with enough acumen could add or subtract a little heat, mass, or inertia from an object, but it was forbidden teaching to change the flesh, the blood, the nerves and muscles and integument of the body; to force cells to spontaneously divide, to warp the metabolism from steady fire to erupting furnace. Historically, it had ended poorly in numerous ways, at least one of which had swallowed the city of Denver, CO. After that, they'd been mega-banned, and all the ones anyone knew about had stopped working entirely.

(A/N: The Disagreements in the Deep, which banned those magics, are explained in the main story series!)

But that was history. This was now, an era in which Nest knew, from endless experimentation, that his body, unlike others, could extend and amplify effects of magics that were worked on it. He'd endeavored to hide this feature, because it wasn't wise to let grade school kids learn that a simple telekinetic shove could temporarily glue him to a wall as by gravity, or that a minor illumination spell made his whole body glow for hours. His parents had agreed. So, he'd stayed away from magic classes after toying with the basics, but the knowledge had stayed with him, and like a properly horny teenager and, later, twenty-something, he'd never stopped thinking about what it could mean for... other effects.

Nest listened to the showers turn on, then crept from his hiding place, quiet as a mouse. Quieter than a mouse? The mouse in question was being kinda loud with his groans of post-workout relief, so Nest was, at least for the nonce, quieter than a mouse. He padded over to the row of showers, then started talking sooner than he should have:

"Hey handsome. I could fit that whole cock ins-aack!"

thud

With supremely delusional suavity, Nest had attempted to rest an elbow on the tile walls of the aisle of curtained off showers, slipped on a patch of soapy water, and just about busted his chin on the wet floor. With his gym clothes mopping up water, he scrambled clumsily up to all fours. His pebbly hips and shoulders wiggled comically due to his quasi-reptilian body. Then, he craned his neck towards the sound of a dour mouse slamming open a curtain.

"Many have tried," he decreed, "but few have succeeded."

Those eyes. They were so dark and angry. Nest blinked his golden, rapt eyes with both sets of eyelids and babbled, "Have any succeeded? I mean I kind of assumed..."

"In my youth," came the gravelly intonation, rich with lore expounded, "before I was too great to pound asses like yours."

Nest climbed the wall with his hands to get back to all fours. "Y'see, though, I've got a cousin who knows a guy who-"

"And oh what a sweet and terrible pounding it would be," the mouse proclaimed to the empty stalls with a dramatic sweep of his hand. His voice and gaze were thunderous in the echoing space. There was a deep darkness there that Nest just wanted to fuck and fuck and fuck and make it all better. At last, the object of his passion broke character, smirked, and offered a hand to help Nest the rest of the way up.

"Okay, but what I'm saying is, I could take it." Nest's gym shorts were obscenely tented, now that he was up close to this mouse's many desirable assets.

"You know what you remind me of?" the only-slightly-taller man asked. Both of them were below average height, due to their species, but the mouse was big for his. California mice tended to stand out among the rest.

"What's that?"

"A kobold."

Nest flushed furiously. "How dare you but thank you." Kobolds were, obviously, fantasy creatures. How absurd, to even consider that they might exist in a world with hyper-hung mouse men and suicidally thirsty anthropomorphic bearded dragons! And of course, to call a "dragon" a kobold was especially humiliating! Why, it was practically a slur, except that Nest was mortifyingly aroused by the recognition that he wanted to be of service.

"Mostly the 'bold' part," the mouse murmured with a smoldering smile. It didn't touch his eyes. There was a conflict, way back in there, that Nest badly wanted to comprehend. "My name is A Mostly Forgotten Relic. What's yours?"

"First From the Nest," Nest answered. "What should I call you? I go by Nest."

"Lief is good."

Nest blinked, confused. The blood had been drawn from his head to his dick for too long.

Lief chuckled softly. "From 'Most-LY F-orgotten.' I'd also take Forge."

"Those are pretty different. It's kind of a sad name, isn't it?"

"I'm kind of a sad person, I suppose."

"Is it... is it because you can't fit your dick inside anyone?"

Lief laughed out loud, and then dropped all the levity out of his demeanor at once. Immediately, he was the gloomy, enigmatic man Nest had developed his single-minded crush on. "It's related. Yeah, I could use a post-workout fuck, but let me make this clear." He stepped forward. His eyes were massive and black, and seemed to take Nest inside them. The smell of sweat and the heat from well-worked muscles and the steam of the interrupted shower wafted off him. "You get exactly one chance."

Nest was not the type of person to be intimidated. Instead, he was thrilled. He took Lief's words as permission to dive his head to the mouse's bulging pectorals and start tasting them with his thick, reptilian tongue. He slid down the other man's body with as much of his pressed to it as he could, fingers worshipping cobbled flanks, angular nose sliding in the grooves of his abdominals, and of course, smooth underbelly caressing the protruding length of flaccid, mostly sheathed cock below. He didn't move instantly to fellating it, because he needed to prepare it and because one simply didn't skip straight to the entree when appetizers were bountiful. Instead, he gummed at the thin, sensitive skin of Lief's Adonis belt and the warm, padded mounds where his nuts met his groin.

Before his eyes, a transformation was happening: as Lief's arousal finally took effect, his already lean body tightened. Nest wasn't terribly intellectual, but something clicked in his mind. This meant... the blood supply for Lief's burgeoning erection wasn't magical. All across Lief's body, skin pulled back, dehydrated and taut against hard muscle fibers. The mouse's breath became ragged as his circulation shifted to feed the monster between his legs, and he grabbed onto Nest's shoulders with a low growl when the "kobold" popped open a glass bottle hidden in his shorts and started stroking the belly of Lief's cock with the enchanted lubricant, then massaging it in with textured fingers. The rodent went from a merely muscular worshipper at the temple to an icon honoring Brodin himself - a tribute to Grecian athletic ideals hidden only by a thin coating of slate gray fur.

Nest's breath went shallow, as well, watching. He whispered, "How does it... feel, to have your whole body do... that?" His nose came up so he could once again trace the now deeply cut grooves in the mouse's abdomen with his worshipful tongue.

A smirk cut the mouse's frown of concentration and arousal. "No one's asked that in years," he mused. "It feels... Like a completion. Like this is what my body was made to do. I hate it, but I adore it."

"It's incredible." Nest felt the titanic shaft pulsing and growing in his palms. He continued moving them in spirals to coat the imposing cock in the enchanted fluid. He'd read in the accompanying instructions that while it was technically more correct to coat his own insides, the incoming shaft would be better, in some ways, than trying to shove his own arm down his throat or up his rear. Besides, he knew his body in particular didn't need much.

Lief's dick steadily throbbed its way harder. Its true shape had been hidden in its flaccid form, but more than anything, as it puffed up, and up, to a ninety degree angle from Lief's body, it was broad. Broad the way a thigh was broad, or the way a triceps was broad, and ornamented with thick, robust vasculature that wove across its surface. At a foot long, it was six inches wide. At sixteen inches long, it was seven inches wide. At twenty inches, eight, and when it finally stopped at more than two feet, at its fattest, it was ten inches across - nearly the diameter of Nest's waist, and wider than his head.

While Nest watched, he whined in the back of his throat with need. He was harder than he'd ever been in his life. His six inches of tapered, pale pink flesh made his athletic shorts shimmy with his pulse. It didn't make sense to try to fit this thing inside himself. It defied basic logic we all learn as infants: a bigger object cannot go inside a smaller object. But he could hardly stand it. He glanced briefly up at Lief's expression. The mouse was heaving with the effort to keep from fainting or stumbling as so much of his blood flow was diverted to his erection, and he still had that sense of contained rage and gloom in his clenched eyes, but Nest was certain all it would take to bring a smile to that face was a hard, earth-shaking, long-awaited fuck.

So he opened wide and slid his lips along the now-slick surface of Lief's gargantuan cockhead. A slight taper let his maw gape around the tip. His tongue pressed indulgently up against the groove of the cock slit, tasting salt and bathing in heat.

Then, he opened a little wider...

And a little wider...

And he felt his jaw joint start to stretch, past what should have been its breaking point...

And his throat was forced open and stretched like a snake's, and he pushed forward...

And his clavicle quietly, painlessly crackled as joints loosened and made way...

And his sternum unfolded outward, expanding his chest cavity and tugging at his ribs...

And after a brief murmur of pain, he found his nose all at once buried in Lief's crotch fur.

The mouse pushed Nest off by both shoulders and glared at him, panting. "What the fuck? Are you still alive? I thought that stuff was impossible."

For his part, Nest was feeling himself up with one hand through the fabric of his shorts and holding himself up on the other while a look of glee blossomed on his face. It had happened so quickly! He'd barely noticed as the inches glided inside his throat. He felt like oiled rubber. His paws groped at his own chest structure, feeling the joints settle back into place as though they had been made to dislocate like this. He inhaled like a bellows, inflating his throat pouch, and exhaled giddily. "Oh, I feel amazing!"

Still scowling, but hypnotized by the promise of pioneering new realms of oral sex - or, like nearly all people with dicks, possessed with need after that first encompassing feeling of a wet maw and throat - Lief pressed the crown of his cock against Nest's lips again with tentative pressure. The lizard answered the kiss wetly, grabbed it with both hands, then greedily opened his jaws to reveal the soft, bright orange flesh within again and ducked his head forward to bury Lief's length inside him. The mouse barked in surprise, then keened in sensuous need. He grabbed the sides of Nest's face, fingers resting along the lines of his ear ridges, and began to rhythmically thrust.

Hard, reptilian teeth became more like stiff rubber as the stuff soaked into them. Nest's throat provided muscular resistance, but still gave way easily while his neck bulged obscenely from the invasion. He put a hand to his throat while the other stroked his needy cock, so he could feel Lief stretching him out with every thrust. And Lief made use of all twenty-five inches of that cock. It may have been a long time since he'd had the chance, but he was not one of those to forgo technique just because he had size. He reared his hips back slowly, indulging in every iota of sensation, then pushed back inwards while he pulled Nest's shoulders towards him. Over and over he repeated that steady path, only thrusting for the last few inches to jam himself even deeper, to angle himself against the reptilian lips and get just another quarter inch.

"I'll tell you... another secret..." he groaned out. He pulled out long enough to let Nest take some deep breaths. The lizard panted luxuriously through a maw sticky with precum. He wriggled around to yank off his shorts and arrange them under his knees. Once he had, Lief grabbed him again and started sinking his whole length in, pulling the entire thing out, then doing so repeatedly, just teasing himself with Nest's welcoming throat. "When I was younger, just starting to play around with other guys, I learned something."

"Hhhh, yeah? glp!"

"Yeahhhhh... ah." He seemed even harder, now. His body was meant for only this. "A friend of mine, another mouse, and I decided to jack off together. I was big even then. Not this big. Eight inches, and with plenty of time to mature. Nice fat nuts, fatter than most rodents'." He sheathed himself completely in Nest and pressed in deep, so his assets were crammed against the reptile's chest. Nest palmed each one individually in worship. He hefted them. He stroked his fingers along their broad back sides. "Fffhhhh there's a good kobold. When I saw him go off, it was confusing. I'd never seen someone only cum a couple ounces. 'Cuz I'd only seen myself cum."

"Wh, wha? A few ounces is 'only'?-mmffhh..."

"Normal for rodents, I guess. But not for me. Even back then, I'd do that in one shot. And then he was done, poor guy. I'd coated my whole chest and neck, but I wasn't done. I needed to cum again. And his eyes went wide, got that look like you got. Like everyone who sees me gets." That anger surfaced and showed itself in a harder, foot-long thrust that made Nest whimper - but not gag.

"Mmmmmm!hm?" he whined. One hand went back to his cock like he couldn't control himself while the other held onto Lief's hip.

"He face-planted in my lap and got me in his throat after a few minutes. I fucked his face. Held his head down there, and went 'til I got my rocks off again. He thought he'd drained me. No; I was just getting started. He gave me a handjob, then another blowjob, and then he was finally ready to go again so I knelt on his lap and we frotted and I soaked his chest and neck, too."

Nest trembled and came, spurting his seed over his own hand and onto Lief's shins and feet. He couldn't take it all: his manual stimulation, the insane, mammoth cock that shoved his own sternum out of the way, and the image of Lief absolutely drenching someone even before he'd grown to this size. He got his breath after trembling a few moments. "A-and then?"

Lief smirked and rubbed the top of one foot with the other. "More than I thought you'd have. Nice." He was clearly edging, but he took a moment to stroke Nest's head like a pet before resuming his story. "Then, I lubed him up and fucked him twice." He pried Nest's jaws open and slid himself in again. He fell silent as he bucked, finally accelerating. His breath came heavier with each movement. He stopped letting Nest up for air. "And then I was done. So I hope that stuff you got is long... lasting...!"

Mouse seed blasted directly into Nest's stomach like a hose had come unkinked, while Lief roared his orgasm. A pint of the stuff, then another, and Nest writhed, his body desperate for air but only receiving more of Lief's fluids, instead. A third and fourth shot were slightly smaller, a fifth and sixth, a seventh, an eighth, and finally, with Nest's belly visibly stretched out with mouse cum, Lief released his grip and let the lizard breathe again.

"Th-that... was just... one...?" Nest belched loudly between desperate gulps of air, which pulled a wild giggle out of him.

Lief panted, his breath ragged. He seemed sincerely surprised at his own output. He stroked the top of his cock like one would a fine hound, and shudder of aftershock went through him that splashed Nest's muzzle with more cum than most men could produce in a whole climax. "Maybe it was... more. Fuck you feel good. I might even keep you around."

"What does that mean?" Nest asked. He blinked both sets of eyelids in concerned confusion. That was a strange thing to say. It rattled him out of his hedonic haze with how... threatening... Lief made it sound, but then, "Oh! You mean, you want my phone number?"

"Not right now. Right now I want you on your back on a bench. Get." There was that rumbling fury again. Dark clouds of distant emotion constrained and obscured Lief's expression. Nest again felt a moment of fear, but he snatched his vial of ointment and began putting a second coat on Lief's monstrous cock. The thing was hot. It bobbed with every rapid heartbeat and drooled aftercum, and was obviously not going to go flaccid any time soon. Nest was boggled by it. Even men with stamina had to wait through a slight refractory period. Lief's erection hadn't waned for a moment.

Nest was insatiable, though. If Lief had this capacity, the lizard would contain it. He lubed himself up with a few fingers, found a broad bench to lie down on, and prepared himself to be used. He rubbed at his gurgling, swollen belly, and couldn't help but grin. He didn't feel bloated. He felt just a pleasant stretch as his elasticized body easily contained what it had been blessed with. He watched Lief's approach in awe at the pendulous shaft that was rooted across most of his waist. People must have snapped photos of it. They must have. Maybe the mouse was savvy enough to somehow block himself from being recorded?

"Wait," Nest said suddenly, just as Lief was lining up that enormous cockhead between his legs. "How can you make that much cum? The erection is cool and all, but." He slapped his distended belly, making it jiggle. "Where did it come from? Is cum..." He chortled despite himself. "Is the cum stored in the balls?"

"Curious guy, aren't you?" The larger man gripped Nest's thighs in powerful hands and pushed them wider. He was staring at the lizard's undercarriage in obvious doubt, but then his eyes drifted back to the inflated belly and he smirked. "Guess this will work if that did." Despite his eagerness, he managed to go slowly at first. His eyes went huge as he watched his cockhead spread open Nest's entrance - to the delighted cries of the lizard - and slide inside. "Impossible," he murmured. And then, in one dozen firm, steady thrusts, he pushed his length, two inches at a time, inside his kobold's accepting body. He gasped with each one. His cock was thickest at the middle, and though the dragon's body strained, it accepted him, those inches at a time. He could feel the shape of Nest's pelvis distend for him in deference to his size. He felt the pressure of the diaphragm, and then it obediently made way, without seeming to harm the lizard. More, more, and more slid inside, until his fur met scales of the same color, and he was, for the first time in years, fully sheathed.

"Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!" Nest practically cackled in bliss. He looked down and watched as he was so easily stretched out. Just like Lief's anatomy seemed devoted to the singular purpose of supporting his gigantic cock and balls, Nest's was now readied as a receptacle for them. He watched the outline of Lief's head and shaft work their way up his abdomen and beneath his pecs. He placed both paws over his breast and squeezed so his body could tighten around the shaft so completely enveloped in him. He felt his internal anatomy shifting to accommodate the thing, organs stretching and rearranging just to make room for this colossal invader.

He was snapped back to reality at the feel of Lief's paw cupping his cheek. He opened his eyes, not having realized they'd closed, and met the mouse's. He couldn't help but drink in the sight of that rock-hard, impossibly lean body hovering over him, and then he stopped at the jet black eyes with their tremendous pupils and dark irises that were now inches from his. That storm was still there, but there was a tenderness to it. "It's stupid to feel anything for a quick fuck. You know that, right?" came Lief's low voice.

"I don't care," Nest answered timorously. "I'm here for the dicking of a lifetime and to make you happy."

"So you're not hurt?" There was genuine concern there, and some fragment of hope. Something in the mouse's personality was in flux. He was holding his head above turbulent waters.

"I feel incredible. Fuck me and tell me another story."

The tender moment faded. With some awkwardness, Lief crawled his way back up to standing so he could eagerly do as requested. The two of them grunted in tandem as the many inches of mouse cock slid out, then crammed their way back in. "This isn't easy," Lief chuckled with surprisingly honest sheepishness. "I never thought I'd even get to do it again."

"I can feel you grinding along my ribcage," Nest gasped as Lief completed another, shorter thrust. "Oh, fuck, it feels so good." His eyes were radiant, his voice exultant.

"Oh, I am definitely keeping you around."

"That again..." They set a rhythm, with Nest weakly, but determinedly, using his hands and his hips and his abs to meet and encourage each foot-long thrust, or pair of half-thrusts, or whichever maneuver Lief shifted to as he explored Nest's body and his own pleasure with long-dormant curiosity that he could finally sate. "What happens to those others you come in here with? I just, assumed you were a bottom, honestly, and they were so exhausted you-aaaahhhh... after you were done, with them, you left them. Thought I'd, see if, you wanted to, finally top someone, and I was right, ahahhhhh..."

Confusion swept over Lief's face, but his body's libidinal demands wouldn't let him stop his pounding, now. "Others? You shouldn't..." He trailed off.

"I know I shouldn't, I know I'm, a perverted, little - fffaahhh! - stalker, but I couldn't, help it. You're just so... mmmmmm handsome, and mysterious, and_huge,_ I wanted...!"

Lief studied the groaning, squirming, swollen lizard boy under him. This was new to him. He watched as his vascular meat slid so easily in and out of the tight, straining body. Heat and need climbed in his own. "I mean, you shouldn't be able to remember them."

"Why...'s that?"

"When I swallow someone, they disappear," he answered darkly. Anger swirled with libido in a deep cauldron with him. He groaned through his next thrust before responding. "They're gone forever. It's like they never existed."

"When you... what? Nnnnhhh!"

"I'm not this big from a simple growth defect." Not just big. Behemoth. Overpowering. Devastating.

"But that would make so much more - ahh! - So much more sense."

"Agreed. And that was a lot of it. I was already making horses jealous before my first meal. But you asked where the cum came from, and that stopped making sense years ago. Cumming pints? I should have died from the pressure changes alone." He never stopped thrusting. His body demanded satisfaction. It always had. He could feel himself getting close, exulting in his size and strength, while his hips and thighs rolled in circular, unstoppable motions like a piston, faster and faster. He was closer than he thought he would be. The sensations of stretching, manipulating, filling this little lizard were building faster in him than other pleasures did.

"How do you... what happens?"

The memory washed through him. Remembering his most recent meal awakened an even greater need, a spike in his arousal. Lief slammed home, hilting himself again and again and again in sudden fervor, heavy nuts wailing on Nest's ass, until climax burst out of him like an explosion. They both watched in lusty awe as Nest's belly expanded to contain another pint, another quart, another_gallon_ of rodent seed, all amidst huffs and growls and jerking, halting thrusts... and then Lief's body, ready again, demanded that he start his rhythm anew, and he did.

"Fuck you feel good. Oh... fuck, Nest." Lief could feel something shifting in him. It was more than just the wave of afterglow that for him, had always come with another round of arousal. That one was here, definitely, and with it was his renewed surge of virility that made his cock feel even harder, even more sensitive, even... hungrier, for completion. On top of that, though, was a loosening and a warming, a softening. How stupid, he thought. How stupid that, in fact, a good fuck might actually be affecting him.

"Give me all of it, Lief. Or, should I call you, Forge, now? You're so warm," he crooned, "you feel molten."

"Anything you want, my little kobold." He grunted and took a brief break from the pounding just to spread his arms and widen his stance a bit and stretch, while still sheathed. His body glorified in being used this way. He could feel the exertion leaving him lightheaded and the burn in his thighs and hips and abdomen to keep his movements going. Nest's soft feet traveled up and down his butt and the backs of his thighs while he did, in adoration that was mirrored in the reptile's gaze.

And then he set back to it. "It gets hungry," he said as he stroked his shaft with Nest's ass. "It wants to grow. Heh, honestly, even more when I bottom, it craves a meal. To feel someone else's cock inside me... I want that size for myself. I want the rest of them inside me. I can imagine you right now, that scaly body, that smooth tail, just slipping in, an inch at a time, to make me bigger..."

"You're not, big, enough?" Nest asked between gasps.

Forge, or Lief, grunted and carefully rotated Nest on the bench to be able to fuck him sideways, with one knee over his shoulder. It took some balancing, but they got there. "Stopped growing at eighteen, but I could always feel I wanted more."

"Inches, or years? More..."

"Years. Eleven inches, then. Same friend was over again. We played doctor, and all I could think about when I was playing with his cock was how much better it would be for me to have his junk than for him to have it. I was already huge. I could be bigger."

"But that's all - ahhh! fuck! - impossible."

"Don't ask me how it works." With aching control, he pulled out completely, then pushed the whole thing in again and watched the way it distorted Nest's torso. He could feel the hunger now, demanding to be satisfied. He hoped Nest could exhaust him enough to prevent it. He wanted to be able to fuck this lizard again. "I took his fingers and coated them in cum. I had just finished nutting a few times, so he was soaked to the bone, anyway."

"Oh, fuck."

"Then I just... pushed them inside me. In my cock. I remember that first time so well. I felt muscles in there, tugging, hhhhungry." He leaned into the next thrust hard. "I needed the rest. He struggled, but he was curious. I was curious. I didn't know what my body was going to do. I pushed the rest of his fingers in, and my cock just... swallowed them. Then his wrist was in there, and before we both knew it, it was sucking at his elbow."

"That's... so... that's so hot... you're so huge..."

"He said to stop a couple times. Tried to pull out. But my body and brain told me not to let him. He was entranced. I was ravenous. He wanted to see how deep he'd go. I knew it would be all the way in well before he did. I felt his fingertips inside my sac, and knew my nuts didn't work the way everyone else's seemed to. I just kept pulling and swallowing. I stretched as much as I needed to. He was in up past his shoulder and forced down on his knees. I remember the look in his eyes as he stared at the dick that was about to swallow him, inches from his face. He was so eager, so scared - so thrilled. Everyone is."

"Fuck..."

"And then I palmed his cheek and just pushed his muzzle in there alongside his arm. I needed to feel him deeper. I needed to feel his whole body sliding in there, so I did. Head, ears, neck, all went inside, then started curling up in my nuts. I remember watching his back go in, thinking I was about to have all of him as part of me. The friendship... it dissolved into the hunger. He wanted in. I wanted him in. I told myself this was the friendship, this was the right way for it to go. I swallowed his abs, I stretched around his hips, every moment the hunger just growing more, and more, and after that, I felt like I was cumming the rest of the way. My cock gulped him down as hard as it was blasting cum into you, swallowed furiously like it was famished. His feet were kicking as they went down, and then I sucked in the rest of his tail, and it all curled up in my sac, and he was gone."

"Aaahhh!" Nest came for the second time. Forge's eyes had gone distant and he'd barely noticed the reptile had been jacking himself off. He watched with a weird smirk as Nest splattered himself with seed, his smaller body seizing wonderfully around Forge's cock. Serving him. A gray sheath, just like the one attached to his hips. Nest belonged there.

"I can't explain what happened next. Not really." He rolled Nest the rest of the way onto his back and yanked his tail up to grant himself even deeper, more complete access to the bearded dragon's body. His low voice continued its tale while his body continued its work. "My dick went back to its usual size, and while it did, my friend just... melted. I remember the sounds he made. They were the same ones you're making now. Moans, squeals, and then a long peal of orgasm that felt like it vibrated inside me, and like it was phasing in and out, more than anything, and then it was like he shivered into a different phase."

"And then... ahhhh... and then what?"

"Then, I felt my climax welling up like a pot suddenly boiling over. I ran - mmfff SKIES above you feel good - to a bathtub and I came his entire body out as seed. He was me. He was mine. He was my climax, my seed, my ecstasy, and I fucking loved him for that. He became inches of me, ounces of me, a bathtub full of my cum." His voice grew and grated and growled with predatory ferocity as he recalled that first, fiercest feast of his senses. He rammed his cock against Nest's ass with relish, nearly driving himself to a third orgasm already. The lizard couldn't see, but his face was wicked revelry as his claws dug possessively into Nest's hips.

"Are you...? Are...! Are you cumming someone, into me??"

"No, no," he murmured, slowing down without stopping. "No, when I was done, I could feel that... I'd made his assets mine. Most of his body had turned into a singular, mind-shattering nut. He had become sensation and seed. But his own sexual capacity had become mine. I don't know how I knew, but his cock had been added to mine, his nuts to mine, his libido to mine. Everything I'm pumping into you is... as natural as I ever am, these days."

Nest wasn't great at math, but... "But you're huge now. And by volume... If you were just under a foot then, and this is you now..."

Forge leaned his hot, hard, sweating, pulsating body down over his submissive partner's slender back and whispered into his ear. "I've had dozens, little kobold, in the last four years and change. And each one of them has made me bigger than before." Nest whimpered. Forge pulled out just a few inches and slammed them home, hard. "At this point, I barely notice what one person adds. I've tried two at once, and loved it. You'd be little more than a morsel." He rammed his hips again. He'd sent so many down there. Vanished within his loins, his appetite. "But I'm still going to eat you." Again. "I don't know when." Again. "Maybe today, maybe the next time we meet." And again. He couldn't stop his body any more than he could stop his words, and he didn't want to. "But you're coming inside me, with all the rest." He wrapped his arms under Nest's to anchor the two of them together, and dragged his tongue from neck to cheek. "I'll enjoy it more, though." Again, and again. "The world sort of... forgot the rest. I'm the only one who knows they ever existed." And again, to a grating, whimpering moan, while he growled into Nest's ear. "No names, no records. Their bodies, their sex, their spirits - their entire timelines - are mine. In me. Part of me." Each phrase with a powerful thrust, as his breath and voice grew ragged again. "Mine alone. Just like you." He put his weight down on Nest's back, pressing his sculpted chest there, and crushed the lizard against him with the strength of his arms and hips. "I'll eat you alive, First From the Nest. Just like a kobold should want." And finally, he bit down, hard, on Nest's neck, and rammed forward harder than before, and screamed his orgasm, muffled, into the reptilian flesh as, not cups, but gallons of seed came rushing out of him. Both their bodies were lifted up by inches as Nest's elastic belly stretched and stretched to contain the torrent of cum. Forge's virility was a force of nature that neither of them could stop until it had emptied its reserves, and so they scrabbled against one another and against the bench until they toppled off with yelps of alarm, and still Forge continued to power his climax into Nest for long minutes.

"I don't know, if I can hold it all...!" Nest whined, tail thrashing.

Forge's own long tail found the reptile's and wound around it possessively. "You will," he snarled while his musculature squirmed against his lover and every fiber he had claimed the man. "You'll hold every drop I give you, because if you don't...!"

There was an element of fear, there, that Nest instinctively answered by clasping a hand atop Forge's. "You'll eat me," he said breathlessly. "You'll make me part of that beautiful cock of yours."

"You're already mine."

"Yes."

"You're mine forever," he breathed harshly, lost in the tempest of his climax.

"Yes."

"You... ahhh... oh, fuck... you..."

"Yours."

"Mine..."

Forge's body at long last stopped trying to cram itself deeper inside Nest's. The reptile asked, quietly, "Forge?"

"You..." Forge shook as the tension finally set him free. He looked at the bite mark that he'd left in Nest's shoulder and the trickles of blood there. His great, black eyes blinked. "You did it."

"I did?"

"You did," he grunted. "I'm not..." Despite the hard, cold locker room floor, Forge found himself tenderly maneuvering to hold Nest, not possessively, but now protectively, as though he weren't the very same danger Nest needed protection from. "I'm not hungry."

"Heh, I don't know... I don't know if I'm disappointed." Nest moved, with no greater purpose than just to feel his skin against Forge's hot, throbbing form.

"Idiot. You'd disappear." The mouse's body pulsed and throbbed with, at long last, proper, draining aftershocks. It had somehow only taken three. Skies above, Nest must have drained him.

"I don't... think I would," he answered distantly. "I think... I don't know." For his part, Nest felt at his limit. But, his strange body that could hold onto and amplify magical effects was processing the gallons of cum inside it in a way that felt like it was flickering against the edges of his consciousness. He was getting some residue of what it was Forge's physics-defying anatomy did. He felt dizzy, which he assumed was normal for having been so monumentally fucked, but he also felt something else, hovering there, just beyond his ability to make out the shape of the thoughts.

They lay there quietly for a long time. Forge stroked his fingers all over Nest's body in an adoration he hadn't known he was still capable of. As ever, thoughts and desires and conflicts thundered through his mind, but for the first time in a long time, there was this little respite he could focus on, right in front of him, in his arms. The wrathful hunger melted away to, for a moment, let some long-overwhelmed person surface, and that person held fast to Nest. He felt his arousal soften and with a lengthy, careful maneuver of his hips, slipped his way steadily out of his lover. Unexpectedly, there was only a slight backwash of his seed, as though Nest's body had simply sealed the rest inside him. They lay like that for long enough that Forge felt his kobold's breathing deepen and lengthen, as though he were falling asleep.

"We'll have to sneak out of here... the whole cleaning staff must have heard us," Lief murmured. He propped himself up on one elbow, then slowly sat up, only to find himself pausing again to fondly rub Nest's near hip.

"Yeah... I, uh." With some help from the mouse, Nest also sat up. His belly sagged, no different from a water balloon. Well. Warmer. Stronger. "I don't know what will happen with all this." He rested both hands on it, then tilted his head. "Wasn't there more...?"

Lief studied the bloated belly, but shrugged. "I couldn't say. I haven't measured what I can put out in a long time." He stood up and stretched. Nest gaped, still in awe at the pure physique before him. With the erection dormant, Lief's body had filled out again, but still, to see that beautifully lean form, slightly slender, and adorned with so many pounds of loins... he couldn't believe his fortune.

The two stumbled into the showers to clean themselves off. They heard a shouted, "Hey, hurry up in there! I've gotta finish my shift, lovebirds." By the time they were rinsed, Nest's belly had shrunk to merely hugely bloated, rather than comically ballooned. They looked at one another and shrugged. This was for scholars, not two horny twenty-somethings.

They exited together, into the cool evening air.

Lief spoke first. "My car's parked over there, if you want to... come over." He rolled one shoulder. It felt foreign, by now, for there to be a chance of a second date.

Nest smiled at him. "I'm not ready to risk getting eaten again just yet, though it sounds exciting. I mean, heh, obviously, I want you to fuck me another dozen times, but..."

The storm clouds swept in across Lief's features. "It bothers you. It should bother you, more than it does. It bothered me, before it stopped. And that..."

"Dozens, you said."

He nodded. "Dozens." The hungers blossomed in him the way explosions expand in deep places and his eyes intensified like a stalking wolf. "They're mine." His entire body stiffened, and his fists clenched, and his jaw tightened, and his fur bristled. "Mi- ne?"

Forge stopped. His eyes focused. He felt Nest's hand on his chest. The little dragon's golden eyes were afraid, but he was smiling. "They're yours. I think... you might have shared them, though."

Forge's eyes flashed, but he bit down hard on his lip to keep himself frozen in place.

Nest smiled. He rubbed his hand in soft circles around that muscled, tense torso, and felt it relax under his touch. "I'm not sure. I'll sleep on it. And I know someone who might have an idea."

"You can't tell anyone. I've never let anyone go who knew. You can't. You can't." He was furious. He was afraid. "And if you have something that's mine you can't keep it."

"Hey. Hey. I'm all yours." He paused, and mouthed the words again, then giggled to himself. "That feels weirdly good to say."

"It's true. Don't go thinking it's romantic, though," Forge warned. "It's just a fact."

Nest nodded easily. He hadn't thought otherwise. But it did feel... it felt nice. He was surprised at himself. At last, he said, "If it goes wrong, all you have to do is eat me, right?"

"Them, too."

"Mhmmm, I know. And I'd bring them to you."

Forge blinked. "You'd do that?" That infernal hunger rose in the back of his throat and came out in a growl.

"I would. I'd watch you make anyone into more of you. That feels so... dark. But it's so thrilling." He grinned wolfishly, the expression strange and alluring on a face that had been mostly laughing and lusting, then pulled out his phone. They exchanged numbers. "You just text me when you're hungry, and we'll put someone away in there. I want to see it."

"I don't... It's not good. I end people."

"I don't think you do." His eyes glinted impishly. "Anyway, I'll pick someone mean."

"For all you know, I ended one tonight and you just don't remember they ever were."

"February second and March thirteenth, I think? Those were the last ones."

Forge stared openly. Nest looked radiant. He hadn't stopped smiling in minutes and his eyes were fairly glowing, even though his frill was tensing and relaxing eclectically with nerves. "That's right," he said quietly.

"Yeah. I hold onto things. Heh, you're right." He laughed despite his nerves, seeming to see something far-off that Forge couldn't, until they locked eyes again. "I'm a kobold, and I'm getting to serve a dangerous purpose. Never heard of a mouse dragon, though." He leaned in while Forge was still stunned and kissed his lips. He pulled back, just barely, and whispered, "Stupid of me to fall for a quick fuck, but it wasn't exactly quick, so I'll forgive myself for now. Text me." And with that, First From the Nest walked away, leaving A Mostly Forgotten Relic to stew in his confusion, before finally heading the opposite direction.

For once, he realized, he was only the usual kind of hungry. Starving, really. Maybe he should think about where all those gallons came from.

It shouldn't have been emotional. After all, it was simply a key finding the right lock. They each fulfilled a purpose for the other. But Nest had been so delighted, and so genuine, and Lief had felt something stir inside him while holding the other man, and then while feeling those lips against his own, that had for so long been buried beneath his other, more demanding, always-bellowing hungers, that made him feel as though maybe, at long last, something could change.

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"Lily Boutique and Sundry. We're currently online-only due to an arson of ardor, Lily himself speaking. How can I help? ... Absurd, I tell you, and preposterous! How dare you insult my sanity by even suggesting it?! Interrobang. ... You sound convinced, but my good sir, spacetime itself and lived history are not substrates that can be consumed! If no one remembers the victims, it's much more parsimonious that their close contacts and friends were telepathically tricked. ... No, no, no, I won't have it. You owe me a favor for that salve by proxy and for said favor I must insist you cease such a frankly stupid line of inquiry. ... Well no don't call the cops, you imbecile. I'll come as soon as I can. ... Yes I know I said that it was stupid, but that doesn't mean it's not worth investigating for myself and while I'm there, I can assess the salve's assistance to your ass and perhaps to his assets. Email me the address; I won't remember it. Yes thank you, Mr. First From the Nest. You were right to call me, and please by the skies above don't call the magic cops. They are as insufferable as they are incompetent, and they are very much of both."

An ermine man with purple eyes slammed an old time-y telephone back on its stand for effect, then tapped the smart phone he had been speaking into to hang up the call. He met the eyes of a diminutive, heavily muscled, grey furred lynx who stood in the corner of the bedroom he was using as a temporary office space. The lynx's eyes were hard to look at because they were pitch black, except for an azure colored pinprick of light in each that seemed like a star far off in space, and because they hadn't always been that way.

"Eryx," he said, in a voice very far removed from the pompous frivolity of his other conversation, "I don't know much, but I know a large fraction of my life has gone missing. You and I are going to explore some possibilities for how that might have happened with this A Long Forgotten Relic fellow, I think."

The lynx vibrated where it stood and adjusted its footing before answering. "Yes, sir. When do we leave, sir?"

"Soon, so that no one sees you like this. As for funding it..." He let the thought drop while he stared at the little feline. Thoughts did that a lot, for him. He steepled his fingers. "I'm not sure how I made you, and I'm not sure I should have. I worry it was evil of me, but you're very cute this way. I just don't know... I mean, I suppose it's coming back into vogue to eat people, if what Nest says is true and that fellow Forty is mucking about, and Xander, and who knows who else, but I still didn't mean to eat you and Enrapt. I'll let Enrapt out... eventually. It just feels so good in there. So..."

It vibrated again. There was a flash, like one frame in a movie, of anger. And then it said, "Of course, sir. Everything is in order for me to stay this way as long as is necessary."

"And?"

"What you do with Enrapt is none of my concern, sir, except for how it pleases you."

"Good, good."