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It had always seemed odd to Liam that Valentine's Day was firmly planted in the realm of winter. It was a terrible time to try and be romantic outside or go on dates... not that he would have had anyone to date even if the weather had been nice. It had been raining for weeks and was likely to rain for several more. The temperature was fluttering between thirty and forty degrees most days. Most of the trees around the city had been reduced to sharp, gangly, bare looking branches... but that didn't matter. A new year meant another chance to try again, to reset and resolve to do better, or more accurately, to try harder. It was unlikely that he'd be able to find anyone in the nine days before Valentine's Day actually rolled around, but making the attempt could hardly be a bad thing.

The first step had brought Liam to one of the city's tea shops. He'd never been that big of a fan of coffee or alcohol and as such there weren't as many places to go to. Now, Liam's biggest regret was that he hadn't come sooner. The Emerald Dragon tea lounge was apparently one of the city's hidden jewels. Liam wasn't even sure how long he'd been sitting here, although he did know he was on his third cup of vanilla chai tea. The shop's shoji style lattice walls were filled in with glass partitions to keep the heat in, but they looked out across a rather beautiful pacific northwest Japanese zen garden. The moss was lush and abundant, the stone path shimmering with a sheen of water that had built over it. There was a red-leaf ornamental maple tree with its uneven mushroom shaped leaf clusters watching over a grassy island in the center and a solitary holdover of bright pink blossoms off to one side. A short bridge arched over a creek that ran into the dense, untamed forest of immense trees that acted as a backdrop to the whole thing.

Once more, Liam took a sip from his tea before lowering it a few inches and exhaling, the liquid rippling beneath his breath. It was beautiful, far more beautiful than anything he would have seen if he'd stayed in his rut, but there still was no one to share it with. Liam looked back down at the cellphone resting on the table, the screen having long since gone dark. His reflection looked back up at him; thirty five, a fair face, his dusty blond hair hidden beneath the red beanie cap he often wore. He had on a light jacket, one that hadn't quite finished drying out from the precipitation on the way in, and a shirt emblazoned with his old university's symbol despite the amount of time that had passed since his graduation. Another breath left Liam's lips, though this one was a bit more forced. He didn't want to go another year alone.

Liam set his tea cup down and picked the phone up instead. He opened the play store and his brow creased as he tried to remember the name of the dating app he'd heard about so many years ago. He typed in a few letters, the skin at the corner of his eyes creasing a little as he strained. Cupid? Yeah, that had to be it... He typed in the rest of the word and hit search, only to be hit with a few hundred results; Cupid Cards, Cupid Crush, Cupid Catering... Liam gritted his teeth a little before tapping the first one that mentioned dating on the summary. The list of alternatives filtered away, replaced with a green heart with two arrows through it.

While the phone downloaded the app, Liam returned to his tea, sipping it down. It always felt like it took a lot of energy to climb out of a rut - and it did - but even the first few gains seemed worth it. It was a much more interesting day getting out and about rather than 'recovering' or 'getting ready for the next week.' Maybe this was how he'd get a jump start on the rest of his life. A slight smile crossed Liam's lips, finishing off his tea just as the download completed. Liam exchanged his cup for his phone and opened OrKCupid. He entered his email, his desired password, and then came the blank profile. Liam looked up, catching the attention of the waiter.

"May I have a cup of Orange Dawn please? Thank you." Liam said, smiling warmly as the waiter took his old cup. If he was going to hang out so long, he might as well offer patronage to the establishment. Liam looked back at his phone, reviewing the options. "Liam... Means strong-willed warrior." he murmured to himself. He filled out his height, weight, and build. "Man seeking man..." he added under his breath, moving down the list. He had nearly finished the basics by the time his fresh cup of tea arrived. He was about to load a picture from his gallery before he realized he had the perfect backdrop. A natural smile crossed Liam's face and he held out his phone, rotating just a bit to snap the picture. A quick review of the phone revealed it had been a success. It looked like something out of a fantasy novel to have him situated in front of the zen garden. With a nod of appreciation, Liam propped the phone up against the napkin holder to debate the profile questions while he sipped his citrus tea.

****

There was a comfort in an office environment, especially after Liam's first few jobs had been customer service based. Aside from an occasional phone call, those days were thankfully behind him. Somewhere in the distance the laser printer was producing ream upon ream of paper, a gentle clatter of keyboards came down like a spring rain and the vents were circulating the scent of slightly over-cooked coffee. While Liam wasn't a big fan of coffee, he didn't mind the smell. Liam's blue eyes scanned his twin computer monitors, waiting for the data to load... and he kept on waiting. A quick investigation revealed that the information he required was downloading incredibly slow and it looked like some of the project heads had not included their information on time.

Normally Liam was an example of a commendable work ethic, but when it came down to it, he was still human. He lacked all of the information required to continue his own task and before he nagged the other project heads, he could afford a little slack time. He leaned back in his seat, his green dress shirt hugging his body. Liam fished his phone out of his pocket and opened it up, his heart skipping a beat when he saw a notification hanging from the top of his phone, a notification embodied by a green heart.

Blue eyes shrewdly peeked out of the open door of his cubicle, ensuring no one was lingering nearby before he tapped the notification. OrKCupid took a moment to load before several tiles popped up. Most of them were likes for his picture or various blind 'quivers' that required a paying subscription to the service, but even the icons on the likes revealed something unexpected. Of the seven likes he got, the icons for six of them were orc men. Liam's mouth hung open for a moment as it finally started to click. He opened the play store again and typed in Cupid, looking a little more carefully at the results. The unrelated games were still top on the list, but scrolling down revealed Liam's error.

If Liam had scrolled just a little farther in the tea shop he would have seen two dating apps stacked on top of one another, only separated by a single letter; OKCupid had been the service he'd been thinking of, but he had installed OrKCupid. That being said, it wasn't a deal breaker. In fact, in retrospect it was kind of exhilarating. He'd gone to school with a few orcs, at least in middle school. Liam opened OrKCupid up again and started going through his likes. There was an orcish twink with a shag of platinum blond hair that contrasted his emerald skin, but most of them were orcs in Liam's age range. Some were bald and bearded, others with long braided hair and equally braided goatees. They were big, manly, and apparently quite gay. Liam turned his attention to the comments instead, a blush starting to creep across his cheeks.

'Great view, and I don't mean the garden.'

'Looks like great first date material.'

'A shame it wasn't warmer so I could see you without the jacket.'

After a moment of reviewing the comments, Liam wasn't sure where to start... Once again, he felt a little bit of shame that it had taken him so long to branch out and try new things, but as the saying went it was better late than never. Liam took a breath, glanced over his shoulder to make sure nothing behind him held customer protected information or company secrets, and then posed for another shot. He uploaded the picture of himself in his button up shirt and tie, his dark blond hair combed back neatly.

'I clean up nice.' Liam captioned the picture before a flashing icon pulled his focus back to his work computer. The rest of the data was finally starting to pour in. He sighed a little. It was time to go back to work.

****

Liam's dress shoes clattered as they were kicked off his feet, rolling under the canvas and pvc stand that held his shoes. His tie was unceremoniously extracted and tossed over onto the kitchen counter as he moved to the fridge, opening it with one hand while the other unbuttoned the top few buttons of his shirt. Light spilled out of the fridge as he examined the contents, trying to decide what he wanted. With a slightly exasperated sigh, Liam closed the fridge and decided to order delivery instead. He made it over to his couch before dropping down onto the cushion, unlocking his phone. He was about to scroll to his delivery apps when a bit of a thrill tingled up his spine, seeing the tell tale heart notification at the top of the phone again. With a gratuitous hoisting of his feet to rest them on his coffee table, Liam opened OrKCupid and started examining the updates since his last check.

'Better, fewer layers between me and you.' The braided orc replied followed by a drooling orc emoji.

'Hello there business daddy.' the orc twink commented.

'Those tusks are coming in great, brah.' a mohawked orc added. Liam stared at the comment for a moment in confusion, trying to figure out what he had meant before deciding that he must have sent the comment to the wrong person. Liam went to tap back on the homepage, but instead the screen filled with the vector art for a stylized orc, apparently the mascot of the dating app. While the green skin was cute and the tusks were comical, the eyes were oddly dark... solid black, featureless, like twin inky pools that somehow seemed deeper than the phone screen they were displayed on - and the longer Liam looked, the deeper they seemed.

The words 'syncing app' began to pulse just below the mascot's face, but Liam was only vaguely aware of the pulsing light. The confusion melted away from Liam's face, his mouth relaxing as he gazed into those solid black eyes, feeling as if he was sinking into a hot, relaxing bath. His body felt as if it wasn't there, sort of like the vagueness of sleep. Only a growing arousal in his loins and an odd hot pressure in his face flashed through it all. A drop of drool leaked from the corner of Liam's mouth as his lower lip began to tingle and throb, pulsing. It was coupled with an odd pressure in his jaw that built and built before it suddenly released.

At first the change was subtle, as if Liam had taken up a bad habit of chewing tobacco, but the lump in his bottom lip seemed to part to either side, his lip sticking out a little further before two tiny ivory nubs began to rise up from them, poking out a little bit. If it hadn't been for his vacant, slack-jawed expression, the new tusks would have pinched his upper lip - a risk that was already being mitigated by the dull heat that came as Liam's lower jaw began to grow, pushing forward little by little to make room. His skull felt like hot concrete that hadn't yet finished setting, holding the potential for so much. No longer kept back, the tusk nubs wiggled a few more centimeters higher before coming to a stop and hardening into place.

As the heat died away, sensation started to return to Liam's body. The mascot on the screen gave a wink and a smile before the words 'sync complete' flashed a few times and disappeared. Liam blinked slowly, returning moisture to his eyes. He reached up to wipe the drool from his mouth, only to bump his fingers into his extended underbite and feel the nudge of the tusks against his upper lip. His eyes widened a little in shock as he ran his fingers over them, touching the tips of the tusks before sliding them down, feeling where they curved into his jaw. There was a strange mix of shock, fascination, pride and confusion.

Liam set his phone down on the coffee table and sprung to his feet, heading into the bathroom. He flicked the light on and looked at the mirror, his eyebrows rising. Sure enough, he was the proud owner of a pair of tusks... They weren't huge by any measure, but they were distinct. It also gave him more of a lantern jaw, the sort of silhouette that many men would have been quite envious of. Liam reached up to run his fingers along his jaw, feeling the sharp bristle of stubble just starting to peek through the skin. Despite being dumbfounded as to how it had happened, he was kind of excited that it had. He wasn't just another man lost in the crowd, there was something... special about him now. Ever so slowly he smiled, and ever so slowly he started to get used to how that smile looked with orc tusks.

****

Pride was an unexpected and foreign feeling for Liam, but it was certainly a good one. The compliments and positive responses had been rolling in on the app for the last two days and he'd been getting just as many at work and in the grocery store. He was sure part of it came from the refinements that had sort of worked their way into his personal life, but he also knew he was carrying himself with more confidence. The attention made it that much easier to commit to going to the gym, eating a little bit better, and catching up on his grooming routine.

There was a faint zing in the air of the barbershop, the smell of countless products used in an aesthetic alchemy. Liam sat in the waiting area by the cash register, scrolling through the most recent flirtations from his gaggle of orc hunks. He leaned back and held his phone aloft, snapping a quick 'before' selfie, giving a tusk framed grin, realizing only after it was too late that the stylist was waving him over.

Liam tucked his phone in his pocket and moved over to plop down on the chair just before the heavy apron came down over his chest and snapped into place behind his neck. An elf with earbuds moved around him, his pearl-gold hair worked into intricate braids and tresses worthy of a movie star. The stylist's pointed ears were pierced countless times over with gold lattices and his neck was emblazoned with the metallic ink tattoo of a butterfly with sharp edged wings.

"The usual, my big man?" the elf asked, unfolding his kit and revealing the equipment. Liam sat with the question for a moment.

"Maybe a little sharper this time, not too much change." Liam replied. The elf gave a nod and reached over to tap the tablet that held his customer's records. Liam's file came up, although after a moment it flickered and twitched as the values of the preferences shifted. Liam closed his eyes and held still, a lifelong technique he'd had after too many childhood experiences where his ears were nipped by the scissors or he got hair in his eyes. If he was well behaved, it was far more likely that the experience would go well.

The stylist started out easy, getting out a mister bottle and a comb. Liam felt the cool spray come down across his hair before the comb dug deep and worked out from root to tip. There was an odd pleasure in feeling his hair get manhandled by the stylist, working against the grain. Liam felt his hair getting gathered from the outer edges toward the center, perhaps so the stylist could see which sections were longer. Liam breathed in and out, his mind wandering back to the compliments he'd gotten and to the unenviable task of trying to sort through his suitors. If he was going to live up to his goal, he was going to have to move things towards having a date for Valentine's day - and for the first time in his life, it felt like that was actually an achievable goal.

Would it be better to try someone wild and outside his comfort zone to shake things up, or stick with someone a little more approachable but perhaps too shy? Then again, maybe he was still getting ahead of himself. Flirting online was easy. Translating that into reality could be significantly harder. Despite his hesitations, though, it was clear that his focus on improving his situation was working out, even if it had led to certain unexpected circumstances like gaining tusks that everyone somehow accepted without question as a feature he'd always had growing up...

The chirpy lo-fi beats coming from the stereo system seemed more distant as the stylist powered on the clippers. Liam was used to clippers being used to tidy up his neckline, carve out around his ears and to feather the layers. When he felt it dip into his hair on the left side of his head, it took all of his focus not to jump in his seat and cause an accident that would have been even harder to recover from. Liam's blue eyes snapped open as he saw bare scalp being revealed. He breathed in slowly, holding the air in his lungs as his muscles tensed with surprise. It wasn't even an asymmetrical cut or a fade, it was down to the skin... and yet Liam wasn't quite ready to say anything yet.

What Liam had assumed had been just getting his hair wet earlier had been working it up into a mohawk, a mohawk that was an actually respectable length. The stylist had then taken the next step to clear away the sides, leaving just his masculine plume. Liam couldn't help himself. His nipples hardened, as did his cock. He was getting a mohawk, he had tusks, his stubble was growing out... he looked like a real man, a man worthy of the compliments he was getting on the app. A slow grin crossed his lips, his lower lip stretching over his tusks. This wasn't at all what he expected, but maybe that was the point. He was going to have one hell of an after picture to upload onto the app.

****

Electronic, semi-orchestral euro-tech music pumped through the upper floor of the gym, giving an energy that might have otherwise seemed absent in the off-hours. For Liam, it was just what he needed as he curled the weights up and watched his arm muscles bulge beneath his well toned glistening skin. It seemed he was always at least partially smiling these days, feeling his heart thump in his chest and his blood circulating. He tried to keep track as he was counting his repetitions, feeling the burn as he got to ninety-six, ninety-seven, ninety-nine, and then an even hundred.

Liam exhaled and set the weight down, exhaling a bit as he grabbed his water bottle and tipped it back, giving it a squeeze to shoot a long arching stream into his mouth which splattered across his tongue before he gulped at it. An even more satisfied sigh escaped his lips before he traded the water bottle for his phone, turning the selfie cam on. As the screen resolved from dark to light, he was nearly taken aback in stunned admiration for himself. There he was, a six foot one blond beauty with orc tusks, dark blond sideburns and a tall, proud mohawk. He gave a winking face and took the selfie before promptly opening OrKCupid.

'You have one hundred and eleven likes!' the app declared upon loading. Liam was once again surprised. They hadn't even seen his sweaty shirtless gym pic yet... but he bet he'd get a lot more likes. Out of curiosity, Liam tapped the 'see who' button beneath the likes but was presented with an all too familiar banner. 'Upgrade to Premium to see your likes!' Normally such things would have irritated Liam, but he'd found himself a lot more open and easy going recently. His life was starting to take off and a lot of it was thanks to this app. If he had to pay a little to get out more functionality, maybe it was worth it. After a moment of consideration, Liam gave himself a nod and brought his thumb down to hit the upgrade button.

As his skin touched the glass of his phone, there was an eruption of shimmering gold light that shot outwards. The gym lights flickered for a second, as did the lights in the apartment building across the street from the gym. As everything normalized, Liam looked down to realize his thumb was turning a rich shade of fern green. The pigment was deeper than any smudge or stain he'd ever seen. Even the flesh beneath his fingernail was clearly green, and it was spreading.

Liam set his phone down onto the bench, looking at his palm as the green coloring continued to expand. It settled into the wrinkles and creases and as he turned his hand, he saw new patches of golden fuzz pushing out from his knuckles as well as two little triangles of hair on either side of the back of his hand. While his natural body hair was invisible on pink skin, it was clear just how much he had as the green tone spilled over his wrist and climbed up his arm. Neglected on the bench, Liam's phone continued to pulse with the words 'Syncing app. Upgrading to Premium.'

The changes continued along Liam's arm as he watched in wonder, shivering and letting out a moan as his biceps and triceps inflated almost like a balloon as the green skin changed over them. A hot, nearly painfully sizzling came as some of the flesh darkened quickly, taking on sharp and distinct shapes as a spiraling tattoo wrapped its way around his arm, then his shoulder. Liam watched in wonder, though he looked down as he realized that his nipples weren't just getting hard, they were getting thicker... the flesh plumped and bloated, pressing out longer and thicker, forcing his areolas to widen to compensate. They looked far more at home on the fatter pectorals he'd been sporting since his visit to the gym.

Unable to resist, Liam lifted his green hand to start rubbing at his nipple, gasping as the tingling jolted through the sensitive flesh like electricity. As he watched, his nipple turned from pink to a brownish green, the lighter fern green blossoming out from around his nipple to cover his pectoral. It spread out faster, tendrils connecting to the green shoulder before the gaps filled in. Liam threw his head back, moaning deeper, panting hard as the green conquered his ribs, dominated his back and began climbing up his neck. Sweaty human skin was sexy, but there was something about sweaty orc meat that pushed it that much further, looking primal and organic and vital all at the same time.

As fascinating as it was to watch himself change, some responses were not voluntary. The sudden cramping in Liam's stomach made him double forward, protecting himself with one green and one pink arm. As they brushed, though, the green started jumping across to the other side. Liam controlled his breathing and focused on unlocking his arms, looking down at his stomach. While he'd been making gains, he was startled to see very firm, very defined abs pushing out from beneath his ever tighter skin. They pushed out, climbing up from his waist to his pecs, anchoring in deep as they took on a rich shade of green as if they were oxidized metal ingots.

Liam's grunts and groans echoed through the gym, his reflection on the wall to wall windows very clearly showing his transformation. If it hadn't been for whatever supernatural energy had warped his own history, he had little doubt he'd be the spectacle of anyone with keen eyes in the apartment building across the street. He panted hard, fumbling for his phone. He wanted evidence, some hint as to what was happening, but as his green fingers tapped and swiped on the glass, the same words kept pulsing on the screen as the app synced and he was upgraded to premium.

A sudden roar escaped Liam's lips, spittle flying out as the spiraling tribal tattoo on his right arm suddenly burst out larger. Tendrils coiled around his muscles like tentacles before settling in. Black ink spilled over his shoulder, claiming more flesh for itself until it covered everything from his elbow to the valley of skin between his shoulder and his neck. He gasped out loud for breath as the red hot heat faded away, though the rest of his body felt on the verge of being uncomfortably warm.

Liam grabbed his shirt to wipe the sweat from his brow, but as he did he saw the forehead beneath was staining green. Mottled spots had appeared before blossoming out, growing into one another until it was an even mix. The green pigment permeated his cheeks, sinking into his thick lips. As the corruption slipped over his jaw bone and met up with the green skin of his throat, Liam started breathing faster and deeper. His chest rose and fell faster, huffing before he let out a growing growl.

Beneath the emerald skin, his jaw felt like it was molten. His teeth radiated the heat but his tusks began to burn and throb as they pushed out further and taller, climbing up from the corners of his mouth. What had been innocent nubs began longer and sharper like curved daggers. Just as the hair on his arms had become more visible on the verdant background, his blond mutton chops looked thicker and longer as the change continued - though it was more than just a trick of the light. The hair WAS getting thicker and longer too, stretching out centimeter by centimeter, counterbalancing his proud mohawk.

The last patches of pink flesh above the waist were overtaken by green, but Liam felt the familiar sensation of his legs thickening and bloating as the green skin spread over them. His ass cheeks rounded and fattened further, giving him a slightly different center of gravity. The heat of the change became secondary as Liam felt the pressure and pain of the pants cutting into his skin until he heard an awkward pop, snap, and then tear. The side of his pants split before they suddenly sagged down, revealing the boxers stretched to the limit. With his pants pooling around his feet, Liam was able to watch as his calves began to bloat and thicken. Once more he hissed out loud as the stinging, burning heat of tattoos came. This time the black spiraling tattoos sizzled into sight around his ankles like ceremonial cuffs. The inked skin brushed against the ever-tighter hug of his sneakers.

As they got tighter and tighter, Liam grabbed onto the weight rack with one hand to steady himself, stepping out of his torn pants and kicking them off. Normally his shoe would have gone with it, but the sneaker was stretched out over his expanding feet. Nothing could stop the spread as the green seeped into the last few inches of his human skin. The knot on his shoe strained, pulled, and then snapped. As it did, the shoe eventually gave out and flared before toppling to the floor. Liam's sock looked like swiss cheese as it stretched and tore before falling away, revealing an immense green foot tipped with plump green toes.

The exposed, naked foot slammed down onto the laminated wood flooring enough to send a shudder through the gym, but Liam merely flexed his longer, thicker toes. He looked at the veins pulsing along the green slope, the thick wedge of his heel. Blue eyes turned to look at the other foot as a smile crossed his tusked face. Liam arched his foot, snapping through the laces of the other shoe. His toes burst through between the rubber and the leather, the materials of the sneaker splayed and frayed as they collapsed and fell away.

Once more, Liam's chest rose and fell with deep breaths... but it wasn't his chest, at least not as he remembered it. The heat faded, the tingling diminished, the cramping ebbed. Liam slowly stood up... and up... and up. He blinked a few times, reaching to run a calloused green hand along his thick sideburns, his refined chin, his neck, and then down his meaty chest. He was six foot eight, likely nearly double his original body weight. His pants and socks and shoes had torn, his shirt would never fit. Only his boxers had tried to stay on, though they were clearly distended in front of him. A mischievous grin crossed Liam's lips before he slid his fingers under the waistband of his boxers. The elastic could take no more and snapped.

As his boxers gave out, the fabric stretched easily to reveal the thick sausage of green manhood coiled up in front of him, draped over balls the size of russet potatoes. Even in standby mode it was clearly enough to please any ordinary man, but Liam was done with such mild fantasies. He was going to set his sights higher. He was going to find the perfect orc on the dating site that had brought out the real him. Letting go of his boxers, the now looser material hung scandalously low on his hips, revealing the faintest edge of the root of his cock. He picked up his phone, turned the camera on, posed and grinned. It was going to be the best before and after picture of his entire life. Now the question was, which suitor would he ask out on a Valentine's date?

****

While the Emerald Dragon tea lounge was considered to be a hidden jewel, it was still a brightly sparkling one when it came to Valentine's day. Paper lanterns were strung up and glowing with warm creamy-gold light both indoors and out. Candles flickered on each table and a variety of additional beverage options had been set out, including a carbonated punch bowl with a frothy sherbet layer melted across the top. Even more flowers had inexplicably blossomed despite the cold weather, making the green space behind the shop seem like an oasis. The red-leaf ornamental maple tree sparkled with raindrops across its branches.

It was hard for Tio to imagine a place more antithetical to his own personal habits. The twenty year old orc stood out front in a black leather jacket, the spikes in the shoulders glinting along with the ring on his left nostril. His naturally black hair had been bleached and dyed a blood red and worked into menacing spikes of their own. A scar ran through one eyebrow and a dark mustache curved over his upper lip, dropping down on either side of his tusks, stopping just shy of connecting to the tuft of reddish-black hair hanging down from his chin. While his jacket was rugged, his undershirt and black jeans had holes in them, betraying the green skin beneath.

Tio's face tightened a little, not exactly the part of his body he'd expected to get tight when he'd responded to Liam's offer of a date. He'd watched the man mature and blossom on OrKCupid just as he had, coming into his own and becoming downright sexy. Most of the world couldn't tell that they had changed, but anyone on the platform could. Tio loved how Liam looked, how funny he was, his charm... but here he was in a tea shop in Chinatown. He looked around, trying to decide if it was too late to ditch when he saw a hulking figure approaching with a big tusk framed smile.

Liam moved up with a confident stride, standing a good foot taller than Tio. The shirt he wore failed to hide any of the contours of his pectorals or abs and the fabric even betrayed the fact that he'd recently gotten his nipples pierced. The larger orc's pants contoured over his bubble butt and his impressive bulge, curving down his hips and thighs and calves to his rather impressively large boots. Despite the cold weather, Liam had gone without a jacket, showing off his muscled arms and the intricate tattoo sleeves that covered both down to his wrists. Liam nearly gave a purr looking at Tio.

"You look amazing." Liam said, blue eyes gazing into Tio's brown ones. Tio shrugged a little, gesturing back into the restaurant.

"Is it possible to be over and underdressed at the same time?" he asked. Liam chuckled a bit at that.

"Well, I can help with the overdressed part. I'm looking forward to undressing you." Liam murmured. Despite his reservations, Tio's natural smirk crossed his lips.

"I bet you are, big guy..." he said, reaching to place his hand on Liam's chest, giving the plump mound a squeeze. Liam grabbed Tio's head and leaned in for a kiss, their tusks scraping slightly, their faces tickling where their facial hair styles complimented each other. Tio moaned, his fat lower lip being tugged forward by Liam's over eager tongue. The two embraced, chest to chest. Tio could smell the spicy musk Liam had gained and he could feel the firmness in his pants as they were close together. When they finally parted, Tio was panting. Liam growled happily, reaching up to give Tio's goatee an affectionate stroke with three of his fingers.

"Thanks for liking my profile. I wasn't sure I'd ever have a date on Valentine's Day." Liam said, remaining quite close to Tio. Tio tried to force his cocky grin again.

"Hey, you play your cards right, we could have a lot more hot dates." Tio said. Liam nodded at that and gave Tio one last quick kiss before he stood back upright, slid a hand down Tio's back to his ass and guided the punk inside. Some food, some tea, maybe something a little stronger. It was time to see where the night took them.

****

The bed lurched as Tio landed on it on all fours, his long cock slapping against his stomach as his balls swung beneath him. He panted and looked back over his shoulder, amazed that he'd just been tossed half way across the room. Their clothing littered the floor, lying wherever it had been tossed. Liam approached steadily, his large green feet planting as he stalked closer. He was a beast, a behemoth, and he was ready to take his prize. Tio shivered with delight as Liam's strong hand slapped his ass cheek before grabbing on to both hips. Liam's huge cock draped down along the crevice of Tio's back, nearly reaching the small of his back before the bigger orc pulled back.

Silvery globs of precum oozed out of Liam's cock, running down the cleft of Tio's ass, lubricating his tight pucker before Liam began pushing himself in. Tio's fingers dug into the mattress as he gasped and inhaled, feeling himself stretched wider and wider. He'd been fucked well by many, but he had a feeling he'd never be able to go back after a night like tonight. Liam, meanwhile, felt as if he was truly embracing his new self. He tried to be careful, to control himself, but that wasn't who he was anymore. As Tio reached critical width, Liam suddenly slammed into him, spearing deep. Both men moaned out loud.

With a careful squeeze of the punk's hips, Liam started to slide back and forth, getting a feel for his new partner. They'd had tea, they'd had beers, they'd talked and flirted and cuddled until the sun was nearly starting to rise again. They'd been on a simmer, then a boil, and now that heat couldn't be contained. Liam had found himself, his confidence. He'd also found someone to share that with, someone that was equal parts dangerous and funny, street smart but open to new experiences - and Liam had to admit, he looked great impaled on a huge orc cock. Liam licked his tusks as he started to really ram in and out.

Tio bit down on his lower lip as best he could for an orc, bracing against the pounding that filled him deep and hard and fast. Liam seemed to be able to hoe in and target his prostate, hitting it over and over, sending waves of bliss through the punk's body to the point that not only was his cock drooling pre all over the mattress beneath him, but even his nipples felt a bit moist with orc musk. The punk's eyes rolled into the back of his head as he started to clench and unclench his ass, eliciting a roar of pleasure from the almost four hundred pound orc beast behind him.

Liam thrashed and ground against Tio, sneering in pleasure, his own eyes clenched shut. He felt hot and virile and potent and strong and masculine. His metamorphosis had completed. He was sowing his wild oats, but it was more than that... Maybe it was a bit of the original Liam somewhere inside, but he could see adventures with Tio - not just sexcapades, but true adventures. They'd grow older, wiser, connecting in more ways than one. Liam certainly felt like he had more than enough to share now. His cock was thicker than his wrist had been as a human and he no longer doubted himself. He could achieve his goals and dreams... and right now he was dreaming of filling Tio with so much cum that he wouldn't want to get up for days. Using his size to his advantage, Liam leaned down over Tio's arched backside, bringing his tusks to graze against the punk's neck. He sniffed and nuzzled before he growled slowly.

"You're mine..." Liam whispered into the orc's ear. Tio suddenly gasped, his back arching and pressing into Liam's stomach as he not only came hard, but his nipples squirted out a spicy, musky precum like substance as well. All three streams splashed and splattered, soaking the bed with the scent of orc male fertility. The punk groaned hard, his ass undulating and pulsing, making Liam growl, groan and then roar as his huge balls throbbed, his fat cock pulsed and a geyser of sperm erupted deep inside Tio's ass. While not pulling in or out quite so much, Liam did grind against his partner, churning his seed deep inside the punk, making sure to fill every nook and crevice that Tio had.

The two writhed and basked in their afterglow until Tio eventually collapsed onto the wet sheets, sweaty and spent, panting for breath. Rather than crush him, Liam carefully laid down to the side, turning his partner and pulling him close. The larger orc's tattooed, muscled arms slipped around Tio, though two fingers found a way to one of his sensitive nipples, giving it a pinch and a tug, milking a little more musk out of it. Tio melted against Liam's chest, drooling. Liam growled happily at that, reaching over to start pinching and tugging the other side, working both of Tio's nipples.

"I didn't know about this before, but I like it..." he whispered, "Do you like it?" he asked, licking Tio's ear. Tio let out some incomprehensible murmuring as he came over and over again, his cock sending out jets of cum across the bed and onto the floor. Liam growled triumphantly, kissing and licking the punks' neck, imagining all the sorts of naughty fun they could get up to together. All the while, Liam kept cumming, making his own wish come true as Tio's belly filled with cum to the point that it started to bulge slightly, losing a little of the definition of his own muscles. What few synapses Tio still had flashed back to when he'd been human, uncertain if society would ever accept him. Now he didn't care what society thought, all he needed was Liam and his amazing cock and his warm heart.

Somewhere to the side of the bed there was the sound of a vibration, Liam's phone shaking as the screen woke up. The OrKCupid app had snapped open and the screen began to pulse with the words 'syncing app' again, but this time it wasn't syncing Liam to the app. It was syncing the app to both of them. The phone moved as if someone was swiping one way and then the other, entering text. Liam's profile switched from single to 'in an open relationship'. Pictures of him and Tio on their date appeared and the profile shifted to contain biographic details from both of them. It seemed that somewhere in their subconscious, not only did they have a strong connection to another, but it seemed they would be more than open to having a third join them. After all, if their hearts had opened enough to find each other on Valentine's day, there had to be room for more.