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Being the runt of a community often came with pity on the best of days and malice on the worst of them. Relio was intimately familiar with both outcomes.

The Caravan gnolls were a lively bunch, traveling the world with adventure in their hearts and stories on their tongues. Some claim the source of their powerful physiques, bulging muscles and tough spotted brown hides were from the blessing of the sun itself. Yet Relio did not fit into this description, not a bit.

Since birth, the young gnoll was considered the weakest of the weakest. Where most could lift hundreds of pounds by their eighteenth winter, he could hardly manage his middling body weight. Where others were eating heartily and growing taller and larger every year, he would stay the same no matter how much he ate, if he could even keep it down. Most doubted he would hit adulthood with his sickly figure and diminutive height. He proved them wrong and continued to live in the caravan despite the larger of the caravan looking down on him.

One would expect the years of derision and disdain from his fellow gnoll to lead to a sad, bitter life. Yet for what Relio lacked in size, he made up for in heart. Those who knew him were familiar with his kindness and respect. Though the occasional bad actor would treat him poorly, he usually didn’t mind. It was how they treated others that mattered to him.

It was a normal afternoon day with clear skies and a high sun. It shone down on the Caravan gnolls’ camp, a truly massive collection of wagons. Near its center, a few large gnolls circled a cloaked figure.

Ragg, Magg, and Yagg were triplets that were some of the biggest gnolls around. At six and a half feet, they made up some of the tallest of the caravaners. On a good day they’d claim to be seven feet tall. Like most caravaners, they only wore loincloths, the better to soak in the rays of the sun and show off their physiques. They were doing what they normally loved to do: menace people who were smaller than them. But instead of Relio, they found a new quarry.

A robed man was swaddled in coarse fabric with hardly a bit of flesh or fur visible. A large furred hand tightly gripped a walking stick, its white fur marking him as an older man. It was hard to tell how tall or how big he was, swallowed in such large clothes and walking with such a heavy slouch.

“Come on old man, you gotta have somethin’ for us, right?” Ragg jeered. He bent over at the waist, his cruel mug twisted in a large grin. Muscles pumped as he bounced his pecs, flaunting his strength at the old man. “You’re a guest here after all. It’s polite for guests to pay up.”

Magg stood nearby, arms crossed and pumped up. Veins crossed the peaks of his biceps as he tried to look more intimidating. Instead it just looked like he was just holding his breath. “Yeah! Pay up!” He sputtered.

Yagg cupped his prodigious loincloth, the fabric barely concealing the sensitive, veiny flesh behind it. “Biggest gets what they wants, that’s how it works around here. So what’s it gonna be?”

The robed figure didn’t grace them with a response, instead chosing to walk past them. It seemed that was the triplets’ limit as Ragg snatched the walking stick with a meaty hand. The old man hit the ground hard with a barely audible thump, his outstretched hand the only visible part of himself.

Ragg whistled as he beheld the walking stick. Handcarved runes swirled up and down its length, the roughness proof that it was hewn by claw. “Not bad, old timer. This is some quality. Heavy too. Should fetch a pretty penny, no?”

The muscled gnoll started to laugh but was interrupted by a sudden rock to the cheek. It didn’t bother him too much of course, but the gall of someone to throw a rock at him got under his skin. And he knew who it was too.

The runt of the Caravan gnolls stood not too far from the triplets. Besides his diminutive stature of about three and a half feet, the only other thing of note was the dull golden blonde fur that dusted his chest and shoulder length headfur. The same dull gold flashed in his irises as he shivered fearfully at the sight of the large trio, yet he stood his ground. He wore only a loincloth like his fellows, though his didn’t bulge out like almost every other gnoll’s.

“Leave him alone,” he said in a wavering voice.

Ragg sneered at the sight of the runt, raising a hand as his brothers began to speak. His anger simmered to a self assured smugness. The handcarved staff whacked his hand loudly, echoing like a crack of thunder. A storm approached the small gnoll and battered at his shores.

“Well, well, well. Little ‘ol Relio thinks he can tell us what to do. And he’s got the stones to throw stones, huh?” A tower of bulging muscle almost double his height menaced the smaller gnoll. His shadow fell on Relio like a colossus of old. Ragg stared down over his pillowy pecs at the intruder, hatred in his eyes.

“Try again, Relio. See what happens when you tell me what to do.”

Magg and Yagg giggled to each other at the sight of Relio looking almost straight up to meet the massive gnoll’s eyes. “Yeah, Relio, give it a shot, I’m sure you’ll reach!”

Despite his shaking, the little gnoll kept eye contact and spoke: “Don’t you have shit to shovel, Ragg? Last I heard you still got a month to go after you lost a wrestle to-“ A sudden whack to the head interrupted him. Stars filled his vision as he hit the ground, his hearing replaced by a high pitch whine. Barely through the whine did he hear the triplets conversing among themselves.

“Sun above, Ragg, you coulda killed him!” One of them protested.

“He was asking for it, wasn’t he? He’s fucked with us enough!”

“Cm’on Ragg, we’re gonna get in real trouble, let’s just go.”

Relio gently touched the point of impact with a small hand, his fingers drawing back blood. He hissed in pain as something grabbed his hair and yanked his head up.

Ragg crouched over the gnoll, further accentuating the vast ocean of size between them. He snapped his huge fingers a few times, though the sound was closer to the crack of a whip. Relio winced at the noise before finally managing to open his eyes a sliver.

He raised a finger. “Fuck with us again. One more time and I swear on the sun, it’ll be your last.”

Ragg’s grip released, almost hitting Relio’s head on the ground once more. A loud clatter of a walking stick followed shortly after, narrowly missing his face. The hulking gnoll scoffed and turned to his siblings. The trio bickered at each other as they left, off to bother some other unfortunate soul.

With a quiet groan, the diminutive gnoll shuffled to his knees. He sniffled in pain as he took up the walking stick in his small fingers. “Ow, ow ow…” Relio tightly pressed his palm against his aching head, his voice wavering in an attempt to hold back tears. Finally, he got to his feet. Leaning against the walking stick, he made his way to the old man swaddled in cloth.

“”Are you okay, sir?” Relio kneeled in front of the downed man, holding the walking stick to him. To his surprise, the white furred hand gripped the stick firmly. The voluminous cloak rustled as the man began to stand. Even slouched so far over, he eclipsed Relio in height. Another hand was visible now, a few handwoven bracelets tightly clutched a wide wrist.

Relio rubbed at his head as he scanned the man up and down. He seemed alright, even after having taken such a fall. The gnoll sighed and rubbed his head some more. “Follow me, sir. I know a Sun shaman nearby. Gods know we both need the treatment. I think he owes me a favor so maybe it won’t be too pricey.” He gingerly took the old man’s hand and went to lead him away.

“That won’t be necessary,” a deep bass said from deep inside the cloak.

The old man withdrew his hand from Relio’s and instead grasped his wrist in return. Turning in confusion, Relio flinched as the old man suddenly went into a squat. The old man gripped his hood and threw it back, revealing himself at last.

Relio gasped at the sight. He was gorgeous. The lionfolk had a long mane of white fur, just like the rest of his body. A broad muzzle bore the occasional faded scar, betraying a history of combat. His chiseled jaw gave him a rugged beauty while laugh lines hinted of age near his eyes. Silver irises in a pool of black looked over Relio’s wound. They were some of the kindest he had ever seen.

A hand reached out as Relio realized he could see the lion unmasked. In an instant, somehow, the obscuring cloak was no more. The lion’s upper body was almost completely bare, showing off bulging rounded muscles rivaling even Ragg’s. What the lion lacked in definition he made up for in size. A shelf of powerful pecs sat above a rounded belly, proof of a life of fitness and indulgence. Veiny arms bulged even as his gentle hands pushed aside some of Relio’s hair to look at his wound.

The stranger hissed under his breath. “He gave you a pretty solid whack, didn’t he?” A touch of concern flooded his silver eyes. “I don’t think it’ll be anything long lasting, but I’m sure it hurts.”

Relio swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry at the sight of the handsome lion caressing his face. His brain short circuiting, he could only say the first thing that came to mind:

“G-giant guy like you and you couldn’t help me out, man?” His eyes widened to the size of saucers as his hands clapped over his mouth.

Instead of derision or a threat, the big man laughed. It was the laugh you’d hear in a raucous tavern surrounded by friends. “I’ll admit, I was going for a bit of a mysterious traveler thing. Like those old parables of not judging a book by its cover, dramatic reveal, life lesson, all of that. I didn’t expect him to get so violent so fast.” The lion scratched the back of his head with a sheepish shrug. “Didn’t really pan out.” His brow furrowed, ears dipping down a touch as he bowed his head slightly. “I apologize.”

Relio raised his hands with a nervous giggle, still trying to placate the big lion. “Uhh, no harm, no foul. All good.” He awkwardly shuffled in place while the lion finished looking over his injury.

“Hmm.” The lion stared deeply at Relio. Gold met silver as their gazes intensified. The gnoll sniffed, trying to avoid eye contact yet returning to see the old man still staring. The stranger’s eyes narrowed for a moment in focus, his gaze unfocused. The lion looked past him as if staring into the horizon. His eyes widened in recognition with a quiet gasp.

“Interesting.” He said with finality. Relio noted a subtle blush visible on the lion’s face. He furrowed his brow in confusion. Before he could respond, the stranger clapped a massive hand on his shoulder with a comforting weight.

“Tell you what. Let me make it up to you. I’m a wanderer with a bit of medical knowledge myself. You get patched up and I get my conscience cleared, win-win.” The lion gave him an easygoing smile that brought peace to his heart and heat to other places. “Oh, and if you don’t mind, I’d like to evaluate you as well. There’s something… well there’s something a little interesting about you that I’d like to look at.”

The gnoll couldn’t help but shiver a bit at the sight of the giant man and the feeling of his hand on his shoulder. He stammered, failing to put a lie together, excuses slipping away and false prior engagements not coming to light. The mention of something ‘off’ caught his curiosity and the handsome stranger did seem guilty about the injury that Relio got. “Uh, I mean- sure. Yeah, sure.”

“Great! Come on, I got a wagon not far from here,” the stranger said as he stood.

Relio’s eyes widened as the stranger stood to his full height and he could see him in all his glory. The lion was truly huge in every sense of the word. The diminutive gnoll quietly gasped at the realization that he wasn’t Ragg’s equal, he surpassed him in every way. He must have breached seven feet tall, a solid head over the triplets. He raised his muscular arms in a stretch, inadvertently giving the gnoll a show. Muscles swelled as the gnoll beheld true strength. A layer of fat coated the lion’s form, giving him a powerful plushness. Sprouting from round shoulders were arms carved from stone, easily the size of Relio’s head. One the gnoll’s size would have a variety of choices to use as a pillow from the softness of his form. Be it his massive chest topped with large black nipples or a prodigious, jiggling belly that hung over his undergarments that were a touch too tight.

Yet it was what was below his belly that caught Relio’s attention greatest of all. And how could he ignore it? Even while standing, it was at the gnoll’s eye level. Though he never had the opportunity to have sex, the attire of the Caravaners left nothing to the imagination so he had seen his fair share of genitals. And yet, this was the biggest cock he had ever seen.

A thong fit to burst tried desperately to contain it. Powerful veins pumped with vigor through the fabric. The gnoll’s sensitive ears flicked at its gentle throbbing, the undergarment stretching with the beat of the lion’s heart. Easily thicker around then the gnoll’s arm, he vaguely wondered if it would be thicker than both of them together. Roiling balls in tight confinement shivered with a heavy load. Relio wouldn’t have been able to hold one in both hands. As if noticing the attention, they heaved in their captivity with a quiet slosh. They pumped a bit of pre almost as a way of saying hello. Though ‘small’ to the stranger would have been more cum than Relio could have made in his life, the front of the stretched thong now wet from the quantity of it.

The gnoll pried his eyes away to look straight up at the lion as he finished his stretch. Looming over the young man, he gave a knowing smile. “Name’s Vroth. Mister…?” He motioned down to the gnoll.

“R-Relio,” he responded, only slightly shaken out of his stupor.

“Relio. Good name! Anyway Relio, let’s get to it.”

Vroth turned on a heel, beginning to make his way to his carriage. The turn only gave Relio a new kind of show, his eyes locked on to his voluminous ass. His cheeks wobbled deliciously with every step, the strap of the thong consumed between them. Vroth walked with the slightest sway to his step, his tail swished back and forth tantalizingly in an effortless sensuality.

A flood crashed into Relio’s mind. Was Vroth trying to get a rise out of the gnoll? Had he noticed his oogling earlier? Could he have some kind of interest in runt of the caravan? Relio’s condition didn’t just extend to his size, it unfortunately applied to his sexual abilities as well. The poor gnoll hardly got hard, the fires of arousal almost never finding their way to his mind and body no matter how much he wanted it. True arousal being such a rarity in his life, Relio had never even masturbated in his twenty five years.

Yet this stranger double his age set a fire in his loins greater than any before him. There wasn’t much to bulge Relio’s loincloth, only a scant two inches but it was the hardest he had ever been. He throbbed at the sight of Vroth adjusting himself in his thong. Was the lion feeling the same attraction?

He gasped with a start at the realization that he was just standing there, Vroth already some distance away. Relio padded after him, stepping a little strange with the little hardon between his legs.

-–

Vroth’s carriage was a unique one amongst the caravaners. Used as homes for a large people, they were typically huge, pulled by massive oxes specially bred for this purpose. The lion’s, however, was almost comically small. It might have been just large enough for him to huddle inside alone but any company would have to stand outside. Two stags stood at the front, their antlers stretching proud above them. A purple paint job made it stand out even more amongst the usual wood of the caravan.

Despite its size, the huge lion approached the door, opening it with a smile. He bobbed his head towards the inside. “After you.”

Relio paused for a moment. They wouldn’t fit in there together for sure. But if the big man insisted, he would oblige. Relio stepped through the threshold of the doorway and gawked at the sight.

A kitchen awaited both of them. It was complete with accessories, a table and some chairs, even a stove. His eyes shot to the ceiling, noting that it stretched far higher than he could have imagined. It didn’t make sense. There was no way this could have fit inside the tiny carriage. Not to mention the other rooms he saw deeper into it.

He turned to Vroth as he closed the door. “Hold on. How is this possible?! First the cloak covered you up and now the carriage? Are you…”

Vroth placed his cloak on a hanger near the door. The burly lion smiled with a shrug as he made his way to the counter. “Like I said. I’ve done a lot of wandering. Means I’ve picked up my fair share of magics and artifacts.” As if to prove his point, he procured a pitcher whose bottom was perpetually covered in a thin layer of frost. It clanked against the center table, drawing Relio’s eye to the unnatural sight.

“You’re not going to steal my soul or something, are you? Trust me, I don’t think it’s worth much.” Relio blurted.

Vroth gave another deep and hearty laugh, a hand clapping hard on his belly. The gnoll couldn’t help but watch it ripple for a bit before meeting the lion’s eyes again. He shook his head as he tried to regain his composure. “No my boy, no. Like I said, my only interest is to make up for your injury and maybe satisfy a bit of curiosity about you.”

The gnoll touched his hand to his temple. In all of the rush, he had almost forgotten about his wound at Ragg’s hand. He swallowed at the sight of the huge man next to him. Relio knew how he would like this day to go, but knew it wasn’t possible for someone like him. Maybe today would just be a fun outing with an interesting stranger.

Vroth guided the gnoll to a chair. It swallowed Relio with its size, his legs dangling off the edge. Opening a nearby cabinet, the lion took out a box and placed it on the table next to him. It was fit to burst with various bandages and herbs, all one would need to treat a wound.

As Vroth set some aside, he glanced over at Relio. “This may be a bit of a common question but you’re certainly the smallest gnoll I’ve seen. Have you ever found a reason for it?”

Relio shrugged. “Was like this since forever. I was a usual size as a baby but I was pretty sick after I was born. They didn’t think I was gonna make it.” Vroth listened intently as he began to clean the gnoll’s wound. “Shamans said they had done all they can and the best thing to do was to keep me comfortable before I passed. My parents brought me out into the woods to have me in the sun before I went.” Relio frowned at the memory of his late parents who had fallen sick not too long after his birth.

With gentle hands for their size, Vroth got to work applying a bandage to Relio’s head. He frowned at the story, a thumb giving a gentle pet to Relio’s hair. “And?”

“Well. They said I got really quiet and then started crying again. Good as new, happy and healthy. They swore up and down that I had to have been blessed by the sun that day but I sure don’t feel that way.”

Vroth paused for a moment at that revelation, Relio glancing up at him. He stared off for a moment lost in thought. With a start, he continued back to his work. Around the gnoll’s head he looped, wrapping the wound up tight. “Well. That’s a story. So you’ve just been small ever since?”

Relio’s eyes narrowed. “Yeah. They figured it was something to do with whatever happened at birth.” They sat in silence for a time as Vroth finished up the bandage.

“There we go. Good as new.” Vroth took a seat near the newly bandaged Relio. “Would you like a drink?”

“Sure,” he replied. Vroth took two cups from the center of the table and placed it for both of them. He tilted the freezing pitcher over. Ice cold lemonade poured out, the lion filling each of their cups. It was oversized for Relio but he endeavoured to not let the drink go to waste.

“What about you?” Relio said. “Who are you really?”

Vroth smiled as he finished pouring lemonade for the both of them. “Like I said, I’ve been a traveler for a while. Haven’t found somewhere to settle down. So I travel, meet new people, find new places, help where I can.”

“What kind of help?”

“Curses and blessings are my specialty.” He tapped his temple with a claw. “I see them. Big ones, little ones. I can feel them sometimes too, if they’re strong enough.”

“Fought any monsters?” Relio’s eyes glittered at the thought of the lion facing down hordes of monsters.

Vroth gave a coy grin, finger tracing the faded scars on his muzzle. “Didn’t get these just for show. I’ve dabbled in a fight here and there.” His eyes left the gnoll only for a moment to take a sip. The old man chuckled when his gaze returned to Relio, the young man leaning in to hear more.

Relio’s tail wagged as Vroth detailed a few of his adventures in his youth. From humble beginnings of dealing with bandits to an arduous quest to fell a dragon, the lion’s life was full of danger. To the gnoll, it was as someone had jumped from the pages of heroes of old to real life. He was as attractive as he expected them to be too. It felt like they had chatted for hours, Vroth regaling Relio with stories of his youth and the gnoll explaining the customs and culture of Caravaner life. The lemonade long since finished, the two decided it was time for their meeting to end.

Vroth looked over the bandage on the gnoll’s head, peeling back the natural adhesive to reveal a closed wound. Perhaps purposefully or not, his hands held Relio’s face intimately. “There we go, good as new.” His touch lingered just a little too long. With a clear of the throat, he stood and started to put away the cups and pitcher.

After a brief moment of silence, Relio finally had the courage to speak up. “We didn’t meet by accident, did we? The ‘curiosity’ you mentioned is something about my size, right?”

The massive lion blinked, the silence lingering in the air after Relio’s question. After a pause, he spoke: “Yes, actually. Well, I mean-“ he sighed. “It’s complicated.”

Relio swallowed and nodded. Unbidden words brimmed to the surface that he couldn’t control. Something that he had to say.

“Am I cursed?”

Vroth squatted in front of the gnoll in his chair. It was always awkward to answer this question even after so many years. “Yes,” Vroth said plainly.

Relio’s heart skipped a beat at the news. Faced with the truth after a lifetime of doubt stole his words away. His ears drooped sadly as Vroth continued.

“I’ve seen this many a time before. Being so close to death but not passing on can leave one with a sliver of death’s touch. It manifests physically, usually, denying them the life force they are owed until it eventually takes them.” Vroth spoke with a grave tone, eyes the most serious that Relio had seen of him so far.

Vroth’s somber expression dropped with a smile. “But. Whatever blessing you got from the sun saved you. You’ve got the tell tale signs of it: gold eyes, gold fur. You should have died that day but here you are. I see a vast wellspring of life in you Relio. Far more than you could imagine.”

Neither of them spoke, Vroth gave Relio the time to collect himself by getting him some water. It didn’t help. The cup shook as the gnoll took a sip. He wasn’t sure what to do. Relio certainly didn’t expect the puzzle of his life solved in an instant when he woke up this morning.

A meaty hand shook Relio’s knee to bring him out of his stupor. He gave a warm smile that sent a flutter through the gnoll’s chest. “But what’s important is the fact that we can fix this. If you’re willing.”

Relio’s eyes widened to the size of saucers. “Fix this? What do you mean? Start growing again?”

Vroth tilted his head back and forth. “Well, more like you become what you were supposed to be. The curse blocks the life force you were supposed to have, cutting your body off from your soul’s energy. We break the block, you get it back.” Clawed fingers rubbed at his chin as he pondered. He chewed a lip nervously for a moment. “We only got one problem.”

“Problem?” Relio swallowed his anxiety even though it didn’t help.

“This isn’t going to be a gradual thing. I can’t just slowly break the curse and introduce your life force back to you over time. It’s either there or it’s not. So if I do break the curse, you’ll be getting this energy all at once, like breaking a dam. I’ve seen it before and let’s say it’s… a little explosive.”

“Explosive?”

Vroth winced with a nervous grin. “Like you’ll be flooded with energy that you were supposed to have since you were born. Going through all the natural processes you’ve been denied. And that’s a long time. Not to mention…” with a bit of a blush and a swallow, the lion was bashful for a moment. “You’ve never had a rut have you?”

Relio froze, a throb going to his untouched cock. A gnoll’s rut was a yearly affair starting around puberty for a gnoll. Though it lasted a few weeks, a gnoll would go through most of their growth for the year and undergo all-consuming sexual urges. Many a fight and many a broken bed were had during the average gnoll’s rut.

“Uhm…” he squirmed in his chair trying to ignore the building heat in his loins. “No.”

Vroth’s blush deepened, a fang still digging into his lip. “So not only are we dealing with the life force you’ve been denied, we’re dealing with the sun’s blessing on top of it and more than a decade’s worth of ruts. All at once.”

Relio couldn’t bear eye contact with the handsome lion anymore, only able to offer a nod in response. His thighs squished together, his cock stiffening for the second time that day. Try as he might, he couldn’t help but fantasize about how it would feel. Swelling larger and larger with the size denied to him since he was born. Virile and powerful like he always dreamed.

It seemed Relio wasn’t alone in his thoughts as his eyes dropped to Vroth’s thong. Again he throbbed, the root of his cock visible with how far he stretched the fabric. The damp spot at the end grew larger as a new dose of precum coated the inside. Relio’s eyes met Vroth’s again, only to find the same excitement reflected in his.

“Like I said, I’ve seen this many times before,” he scratched his chin with a bashful grin. “My source of my magic is… intimate to say the least. I ‘helped’ some of the afflicted ones in many ways.” A huge hand reached down and gently stroked Relio’s thigh, sending lightning bolts of anticipation up his spine. “But only if you want to. It’s a big change, after all. Take the time tonight to-”

“Now.” Relio blurted. His mouth was dry as he finally said what he had been thinking of all day, all of his life. “I want it now.” His eyes widened in horror at making his desires so blatant. “If… if that’s okay.”

Vroth blinked in surprise before letting out a hearty laugh. Effortlessly, the lion scooped up the little gnoll in his bulging arms, pressing him hard against his bountiful chest. Relio let out a whimper as his face was buried in the expanse of the larger man’s pecs.

“The man knows what he wants,” Vroth said as he began to stroll through a nearby door.

A bedroom awaited the two, most of it dominated by a huge bed that the little gnoll could get lost in. It was neat, with perfect sheets and pillows almost as large as Relio himself on the headboard. On the wall, a mirror stretched lewdly across the room for more stimulation for the senses. Relio was gently placed on a padded, sturdy chair in the corner. He swallowed and bid himself to not shake in excitement, though his body disobeyed.

Vroth sauntered over to a nearby nightstand, walking much like he had outside. Relio’s eyes were fixed on his sensual form, hands drifting to his crotch but staying away. Despite the situation he was in, he was still too nervous to please himself.

The massive lion slipped on two bracelets, dotted with studs and runes with a faint purple glow. He returned to the gnoll, stalking towards him with a predatory smile. “So here’s how it’ll go, big guy.” White furred hands gripped the sides of the chair as he leaned over the diminutive gnoll. The huge belly pressed against Relio, giving rise to another throb from his two inch cock.

“My magic will only work if we’ve consumed a bit of each other’s essence to link us together.”

“Essence?”

Vroth raised an eyebrow with a smirk.

“Oh.”

A meaty hand reached towards Relio’s loincloth. “Here, I’ll sta-“

“No,” Relio said, his small hand stopping the massive one approaching him. “You’ve done enough.” A lustful resolve shown from dull gold eyes. “It’s the least I can do to get us started.”

Vroth blinked for a moment before giving the man a warm smile. “By all means.”

His belly jiggled as he stood, leveling his bulging thong at Relio. The girthy cock and balls throbbed again with anticipation, ready to be unshackled. With a lick of his lips, the gnoll reached up to the straps of the thong. It took a few tries but with a mighty pull and a touch of help from Vroth, he found his treasure.

His prize popped free from its confinement onto his face, its warm length pulsing gently against his muzzle. Relio’s brain short circuited at the sight. It was even bigger than he imagined. It throbbed again powerfully, veins flaring in response to the touch from the gnoll. With every beat of his mighty heart, his cock shook. Roiling balls below filled with an unspent load churned audibly, drawing up in their sac before relaxing. They had to be the size of both of the gnoll’s fists together.

Relio reached his hands out, barely enough to hold one of them. His fingers massaged the pendulous orbs, only relieving a bit of pressure. Vroth rumbled in bliss after the gnoll gathered up the strength to lick one. Before long, he had his whole muzzle between them, licking them clean. The smell and taste was heavenly, the lion evidently washed himself frequently. Hesitantly leaving, he explored the lion’s cock properly.

It was too thick for his fingers to reach around, even using both hands. What he explored with his fingers he followed shortly with his tongue. A bulging vein throbbed near its base, one of many feeding the massive member. Relio’s tongue followed the veins like a trail up to the tip, ecstatic to hear Vroth moan above him. “Ooh… this can’t be your first time… you’re too good at this.”

His heart soared at the compliment. Moving to the crown of his prize, he pulled the skin back to unveil a pristine head. The slit was moist with precum from his ministrations, which Relio dutifully lapped up. A difficult to pin down flavor danced on his tongue but it was delicious nectar to him. Despite never kissing anyone before, Relio could say that his first kiss was to a beautiful cock. Lashing the cockslit with his tongue, Relio grew slightly more aggressive as his confidence grew. He made sweet love to it, encouraging more and more of that wonderful taste. His tongue dived under the meaty foreskin, teasing sensitive flesh.

Vroth moaned at a lower pitch and leaned back, losing himself in the little gnoll’s worship. His nuts churned audibly as they rose in their sack and sent a large dollop of pre into Relio’s mouth. A mouthful for such a small man, he swallowed subserviently until another came. And then another. And another. Over and over Vroth’s balls pulsed, sending their contents into Relio’s stomach. It was almost starting to be too much, the gnoll getting quite a paunch in his belly from the copious amount of precum.

A hand touched his hair. He almost expected him to be pulled deeper onto the cock but to his surprise, he was pulled off. Relio whined at the interruption until a mouth met his, giving him his first non-cock kiss. Vroth’s tongue dwarfed the little gnoll’s but instead of a show of force, it was a warm embrace. Relio lost himself in the deep kiss as their tongues danced together as equals despite the size difference. Again his confidence surged as Relio reached and pulled the lion’s head closer to his. Vroth moaned ever so slightly in submission, his heart fluttering at the passion of the younger man.

They came up for air with deep gasps. Relio panted, not having caught his breath since he sucked off Vroth. They stared at each other in the afterglow. The lion gave a panting laugh, “Sorry. Didn’t want you to drown, I didn’t think you wanted it THAT bad. A little longer and I woulda flooded you.” He poked a finger at the gnoll’s sloshing belly full of precum. “That’s enough, trust me. Now…”

Vroth gave him a predatory smile as he laid the gnoll down in the large padded chair. Built for someone far larger, it was almost a cot to the gnoll. His manhood still hidden and hard behind his loincloth, Relio shook in anticipation. “These won’t be fitting you for long.” A sharp claw caught underneath one of the folds of Relio’s loincloth and cut.

The remains of the underwear lay abandoned on the floor, Relio’s cock now free to the air. The fur down there was a velvety black contrasting the browns and golds of his fur, It pulsed from base to tip, two inches stood proudly from his groin. A tiny scrotum held two balls ready to burst. “Beautiful,” Vroth said. The gnoll buried his face in his hands with a deep blush, shaking even harder at the praise.

The diminutive gnoll gasped as a huge tongue began to run its way up his thigh, steadily approaching his nuts. One singular lick by the end of the big man’s tongue sent shivers up Relio with a moan. A few drops of precum spurted from the little cock without even being touched. Vroth rumbled in approval at the reaction. He licked harder, incorporating more of his tongue. Relio was breathless, light headed at the cat’s tongue on his dick. Squirming, he whined and moaned through the firm stroking.

Vroth’s mouth closed around the entirety of Relio’s cock and balls, tongue massaging alongside his lips. Enveloped with warm flesh, Relio gasped at an unfamiliar sensation. A pressure built deep in the gnoll’s cock as his balls surged at the sudden blowjob. It all came to a head in the tip of his penis as white hot pleasure engulfed him. He gave a high pitched moan as he came for the first time in his life. It felt like the lion sucked him dry, his lips and tongue coaxing more and more cum from him. Little hips bucked upwards, hands all over the big man’s muzzle. He gasped and moaned, panting as his orgasm finally tapered off.

To Relio it was a flood, to Vroth it was a sip. But it was enough.

Vroth stood up again, licking his lips as he did with a swallow. He couldn’t help but chuckle at the drained gnoll panting on the chair.

“I’m..I’m sorry,” Relio sputtered.

The massive lion shook his head. “Don’t be, it was wonderful.” At the swallow of the gnoll’s cum, the runes and sigils on Vroth’s wrists began to glow. Their essences resonated with each other, a purple symbol flashing on both of their bellies. “Besides, by the end of this, you’ll have plenty more to give.” Well and truly linked, Vroth murmured under his breath a spell to shatter the curse on Relio.

The tips of his fingers met, fur standing on end for a moment as another flash of purple echoed through the magical charms. “Okay,” he sighed with a sense of finality. He turned to the gnoll who had recovered from his orgasm somewhat. “This is it. Next time we touch, the spell takes effect.”

Relio swallowed at the prospect of the coming change. He was a storm of anxiety and excitement. He scooched closer to the edge of the seat but his hand didn’t reach out. For a moment he wavered, unsure.

“Just lean back,” Vroth said warmly.

Relio obeyed, leaning back into the same position he was in for the blowjob. Vroth turned, his ass fully on display now for the gnoll. He raised his tail lewdly and positioned himself over the gnoll’s small cock. Relio bit his lips at the sight of the older man’s fat ass jiggling above himself. Vroth turned, with a slight smile. “Ready?”

Relio murmured something quietly. Vroth flicked an ear, tilting his head. The gnoll sighed anxiously and spoke, barely audible: “Am I gonna change? Like… not be me anymore?” The twins’ actions to those around them weighed heavily on his mind, the trio motivated purely to show their size off. If Relio had that size since birth, would he be the same?

“Relio.” Vroth said, snapping the young man out of his stupor. His stare was warm but determined. “No matter how your body changes, you’ll still be the same kind gnoll who helped an old man feel alive today.”

Relio’s heart soared at the words of encouragement. With new resolve, he gathered himself with a deep breath. “Okay. Do it.”

At his behest, Vroth’s ass met Relio’s cock for the first time, the small member slipping between the voluptuous cheeks.

Almost immediately, warmth enveloped Relio’s cock alongside the buzz of something deep in his chest. A purple wave pulsed outwards from where their bodies met, bringing a wave of raised fur in its wake. His heart pounded as the buzz deepened into a deep vibration. Faster and faster it went, eventually starting to spread to every inch of his body. His eyes scrunched closed as a low humming reverberated in his ears. The curse fought back one last time. It was almost unbearable, his face contorted into a grimace as the vibration grew deafening, compounding on itself over and over again.

And it broke.

Something shattered deep within the sun-blessed gnoll. Something that had been there since the very beginning. His eyes cracked open, blinded by the light in the room for a moment. A shining gold had replaced his previous dull yellow. Everything was sharper, crisper. He gasped as a cornucopia of sensations assaulted him.

A veil had been removed from his perceptions. Every feeling, be it the sun he walked in every day or the padded chair he laid in or even the supple flesh of the old man sitting on his lap, had been muted since birth without his knowledge. He breathed deep as if he had never taken a breath before, the fresh air filling his lungs. A shuddering exhale foretold the tears that filled his eyes. Relio sniffled, fingers wiping away tears from eyes that shone like the sun.

Vroth stood from the gnoll’s lap and looked over Relio for any lingering issues. It was clear. He was free. The old lion kneeled next to him, a comforting hand on his knee. “How are you feeling?”

Relio panted and sighed for a bit longer before he tried to speak but his words were caught by a sudden heat. His body began to warm up, his heart jumpstarting again. Panic set in for a moment before Vroth broke his fear with a kiss on the cheek. “Relax. Enjoy it.”

Once again the lion calmed the gnoll’s heart. He closed his eyes and sighed. He felt like he was on the precipice of something massive, a giant shadow cast over him. Relio let it in.

It started with his cock and balls. His penis suddenly stood at full mast once again, engorged to the brim. Small testicles burned with energy as they too flexed suddenly. They drew tightly to the gnoll’s body and bulged. The sensitive flesh relaxed, his nuts settling lower and bigger than before. Relio groaned as they clenched tight again, the skin pulled taut with angry veins pulsing. Now double in size, they twitched and rumbled. It wasn’t long before they doubled in size yet again, several times larger than they had been only a few moments before.

Vroth’s eyes widened as he beheld Relio’s nuts in an unending cycle of throbbing and growth, clenching and releasing over and over again. Muscles crunched with seemingly unending power until eventually they matched his own mighty balls. Relio’s monuments of virility hung heavily off the chair, sloshing with an unspent load. Not content to be left behind, the growth shifted towards Relio’s cock. Like its brothers, it stretched upwards in the same rhythm.

Flattened by the sensations, Relio could only watch as his cock grew taller and thicker and fatter before his eyes. What started as two inches doubled to four, and doubled again. New veins sprouted, feeding the breeding tool in its ascension. Its girth was beyond compare to how he was, he would be unable to lace his small fingers together around it. Now a proud spire, it stuck out straight ahead, about a third of his height at a foot and a half. It was even longer than Vroth’s.

The growth suddenly stopped, leaving the small gnoll with an egregiously oversized member. He managed to sit and scooch up to the chair’s edge, his pendulous balls almost reaching down to the floor. Thin thighs had to spread widely to accommodate the huge package. Relio panted for a moment before meeting eyes with Vroth. The sight of the muscular yet soft, sexy lion made him stiffen as his cock and balls throbbed in unison. A thick globule of milky-white pre spurted from his member onto the floor.

Not only did the sight make him throb, he felt a sudden burst of desire deep in his loins. His very skin tingled with lust, forcing him to plant his hands behind him in an attempt to stay stable. Eyes rolled while his face slackened and tongue lolled as he gave a primal moan. He freefalled deep into his first rut. The gnoll was more genitals than man currently, it was no wonder his world revolved around them. Testosterone cleaved his brain as logical thought melted away into the all-consuming need to breed. His nuts gurgled loudly in agreement, sending more precum careening to the floor.

Vroth was taken by the sight. He had his fair share of adventures, fair share of men he had bedded. But none compared to the potential of the young man in front of him. The muscular lion’s hole twitched and knew it was time to help this rutting stud out. He lifted a finger and traced a symbol on his belly. A purple sigil flashed for a moment as he casted his usual spells: elasticity, lubrication. The words of the patron who gifted him his powers echoed in his ears, the one catch that came with his powers. He swallowed and made sure that his contraceptive spell was as powerful as he could cast. It would be enough to deal with the lust drunk gnoll. Right?

He pushed such thoughts away, he had someone to help. The lion approached, a hungry look in his eyes at the meat that now sprouted from Relio. A blowjob wouldn’t be enough, a rut wasn’t doused so easily. That was well enough for him as he turned, exposing his thick backside to Relio again. The gnoll gasped and whined at the sight, feeble thrusts unable to properly lift his too-heavy balls and cock. Vroth swayed his jiggling ass back and forth tantalizingly, hands spreading his cheeks. Relio’s claws dug deep into the padded chair at the teasing, his virginal spear begging with each throb to claim the lion’s ass.

The old man gripped the sides of the chair and hovered his hole above Relio’s cock. He couldn’t help but tease him one last time by lowering himself just enough to have the sensitive cockhead poke at his hole. The cock flexed in a vain attempt to penetrate on its own, the desperate mewlings of its owner filling the room.

Finally, Vroth’s weight shifted and Relio was a virgin no more. The cock slipped through the lion’s ring and sunk several inches in. Relio almost screamed in relief, hands rubbing at his face in sweet agony. Vroth bit a lip as he lowered himself further and further, the elasticity and lubrication definitely a good choice. Relio rocked his hips madly in an effort to stimulate himself further, until finally there was no more to push.

Vroth fully sat on Relio’s cock, the flexing spire fully sheathed into the old man. He moaned at every vein, every throb of the hung gnoll, his heartbeat going a mile a minute. Properly balls deep, the lion shifted his weight side to side, grinding against the younger man’s hips. Though it was damn near the biggest he’d ever taken, the contraception spell held strong. Though he tried to resist overwhelming the little gnoll, he couldn’t help but begin to bounce on that cock like his old slutty days.

The old man’s ass clapped against his hips lewdly, the sex-addled gnoll only able to stare at the wobbling mass. It quickly became too much for Relio, his massive balls drew up in their sac, ready to deliver its heavy load deep inside. A familiar feeling from his first orgasm built into his cockhead, ready to burst. Yet as the incoming orgasm reached its peak, Relio found no release.

Frustrated, he rocked his hips again to try to crest over the hill but found himself blocked. He opened his mouth to speak but could only find himself moaning carnally again. Another rut struck him like thunder. Again heat flooded his body, exacerbated by the riding lion above him. More testosterone flooded his system, dousing his brain in lust.

Vroth bounced on Relio’s cock, reliving his glory days of riding cocks all day. He failed to notice the rhythmic throbbing of his balls below him, signaling the gnoll’s growth. It wasn’t limited to his genitals this time as his limbs and body began to stretch too. Before long, his feet met the floor. Lost in the moment, the lion gasped in shock as hands grabbed his hips and the gnoll began to thrust. Vroth’s eyes rolled as Relio went even deeper than before. Every stroke flattened the lion’s prostate, his hole twitching and massaging the intruder.

The gnoll adjusted himself on the chair, now properly sitting in it. Though shorter than the average gnoll, he rapidly approached an average human’s height. He packed on pounds and pounds of weight with each thrust, filling out his previously thin body. He savored every move, almost drooling at the pleasure of his needy rod inside of him. But it wasn’t enough. He was tall enough now to stand, Vroth stumbling forward to make room for him.

The old man yelped as Relio grabbed the base of his tail and began thrusting more vigorously. Such a dominant act from a younger man sparked a loud mewl from the lion. Relio’s low-hanging balls beat ripples against Vroth’s pillowy cheeks, the room filling with the slaps and plaps of sex.

Vroth’s breath hitched at the assault on his prostate and the grip that Relio had on his tail. In his travels, he had taken many a man to bed but every slap of Relio’s balls on his ass solidified him as the best lay he’s ever had. The revelation that this stud railing him was barely half his size only hours earlier and still had room to grow set him off.

He moaned whorishly as his cock flexed to full mast and throbbed powerfully. Huge nuts rocketed up and dispensed their massive load. Pearly white cum spewed from his tip onto the floor below but he was too lost in the sensation to care.

Relio growled out of satisfaction and jealousy for fucking an orgasm out of the old man. Though his length was massaged by his spasming passage, it wasn’t enough. Despite all his work, he still couldn’t cum. Maddened with lust, he guided the lion to the bed with his thrusts to continue his quest to fill him.

Vroth was bent over the side of the bed, barely able to stand anymore. With the new position, he was able to look freely at the mirror to watch the stud rail him. He gasped at the sight, hole tightening around the cock that grew even longer.

Relio had changed. Though his face remained similar and his golden fur marked him as the Relio he knew, his body was unrecognizable. Rut after rut had swelled him to be even taller than Vroth, the old man would have to look up to him now. But the muscles were what truly caught his eye. He was the biggest man he’d ever seen.

Wider than Vroth himself, the gnoll’s titanic lats crunched with effort with every thrust. Veins crossed the peaks of his arms that were wider than his old hips, ready to crush stone with a flex. His powerful shoulders widened his already overwhelming stature. A massive shelf of pecs swelled with effort, the size forcing his nipples to point downwards. Every muscle swelled a bit bigger with every passing second, the ruts indistinguishable from each other.

His cock had swelled even larger than before, so much so that he couldn’t go balls deep anymore. A pair of gravid nuts burdened with cum slapped against Vroth’s pair, reminding them of their difference in size with each thrust. He fucked like an animal, mind almost completely surrendered to the whims of his body and cock.

Vroth reveled in the sensations before an unfamiliar one caught his breath. Deep in him, something tried to slow Relio’s assault into his ass but was starting to wane. The contraception spell was giving out. With the obscene load in Relio’s balls and the virility he had regained from the curse, getting pregnant was almost a guarantee.

Vroth managed to gather his breath to speak, even under the storm that battered his prostate: “R-Relio! H-hold on a sec!”

Hundreds of pounds of muscle came to a sudden stop. The creaking of the bed and the slapping of flesh on flesh ceased, replaced by the sounds of the two men panting. Relio’s far deeper voice forced a shiver up Vroth’s back. He turned to look at the gnoll behind him.

Though his jaw was more defined, his muzzle was thicker and tusks grew from his lower teeth, his eyes were the same as the tiny man who had entered Vroth’s home. Even though the might of twelve ruts flowed through his veins, Relio’s gaze was filled with concern for his lion. Vroth chuckled, a hand settling on Relio’s still gripping his hips.

“I’m alright,” he panted. “I’m alright. Just…” He huffed and puffed with a sigh. “If we keep going, I’ll get pregnant.”

Relio tilted his head, still catching his breath from the romp they had paused. Despite his confusion, his balls gurgled and churned with need at the chance of breeding the lion. They swelled and hung lower with an even thicker load at the news.

“Long story. But… I’m willing to continue if you want to,” the lion said with a blush.

Still of his right mind but not capable of words: Relio gave his answer. His fists pressed themselves into the sheets above Vroth’s head while his feet planted themselves onto the bedframe. The old man arched his back with a gasp as the massive gnoll shifted himself onto the lion’s back in a prime breeding position. So close now, the disparity of size between was even more noticeable. Where the lion was large and muscular, fat had also given him a plush form. In contrast the gnoll was pure muscle and width, towering over the lion by about a foot.

With his tail raised high, Relio’s hips slowly pressed forward. The resistance inside Vroth finally gave out as Relio sheathed himself balls deep in the older man. Vroth moaned, eyes rolling as the gnoll’s herculean member plumbed his depths further than any man ever did or ever will. His thighs quivered at the warmth of Relio’s massive nuts. The spell now well and truly broken, Relio started to move.

In and out he went, his hips driving his veiny spear into Vroth again and again. The gnoll growled through his pleasure, letting decades of desire out on the lion. The old man couldn’t stop moaning, almost screaming at the powerful mating. He arched his back higher and higher, desperate for more. A sudden warmth began to flood the lion’s system, his cock addled mind realizing that a man his age was falling into heat. His thoughts melted away into an animal instinct as his desperate hole milked the virile rod for all it’s worth, begging for his cum to douse the fire within.

Relio’s climax was fast approaching, the gnoll’s stamina faded as his strokes became erratic and growls faded into moans. Huge gouts of precum slicked the needy passage, hardly lowering the pressure in his immense balls. The throbs continued, signaling the coming of the end.

Vroth moaned as a man half his age was about to knock him up. His cock jerked and his nuts began to swell as his second orgasm raced towards him. “Show me-“ he yelled, interrupted by a particularly powerful thrust on his prostate. “Show me how big you are!” His hole clenched on Relio’s dick as he came, ruining the sheets below him.

His length massaged by the lion’s orgasm, the titanic gnoll had to oblige his lover’s request before he dumped his nuts into him. The colossus lifted Vroth with ease, the cumming lion holding onto his neck for dear life. The iron rod balls deep in him helped keep him up as Relio released his grip.

Hands free, Relio raised his arms up before crashing down with a massive flex. He swelled just a bit larger one last time, the finale to the growth he had been gifted. Vroth could only cum harder at the show he had been given in the mirror. After one last spurt of growth, he was what he was always meant to be.

One would think the gnoll was a demigod with the physique he wielded. His chest was solid mounds of masculine might, massive pillows inviting anyone to lay their head and rest. Veins crossed the valleys and peaks of his arms swollen to their limit by his flex. Engorged back muscles give him a wingspan of muscle, taut and powerful. His abs crunched with the effort of his multitude of ruts, powered by a plump ass and huge quads.

All were in service to the cannon between his legs. A pulsing breeding pole that dwarfed even Vroth’s in girth and length, the perfect tool for dispensing his seed from his mammoth balls. Two pup factories taut with cum churned audibly as the dam that held them back finally broke. They heaved upwards, tightly affixed to his taint and began to send their contents up. Relio’s tongue lolled out as his load traveled its long road, his iron cock throbbing with effort to cum for the second time ever. Again they pulsated, another step of the long journey. Years of frustration and denial powered his orgasm as his stint as a runt came to an end. His eyes rolled from the pleasure of his cock and balls rewarding him for following his instinct to breed.

At long last, his cock erupted with white hot pleasure into the old man. Cum splurted into the deepest recesses of Vroth, the hyper virile seed impregnating him in an instant. Relio’s thighs quivered as his hands gripped the lion’s belly. Not nearly done, Relio’s breeder nuts continued their onslaught. In a stupor, Vroth watched as his belly expanded outwards with the second splurge of semen, the gargantuan stalk breeding him mercilessly. The purple sigil on his cum-filled belly turned a sunny yellow with the third cumshot, his magic well and truly overwhelmed by the virility of the runt-turned-stud.

Relio’s fingers sank into Vroth’s belly as he filled him, thrusting with every heave of his nuts. After twelve long ropes of cum, the throbbing began to slow. The lion looked well past pregnant, his wobbling belly almost reaching his knees. He whimpered at one final spurt, just in case the tidal wave of cum wasn’t enough to impregnate him. Well and truly bred, his hands rubbed at his colossal belly. A purple spark from his bracelet would make sure that no cum would escape from his depths.

Still inside the lion, Relio tilted over and crashed down onto the bed like a tree falling in the woods. His grip on Vroth tight, his cock was somewhere even tighter still. He grunted as he settled the both of them on the bed. The old man’s head laid back onto Relio’s expansive chest, the gnoll’s massive hands hefting and stroking the cumflated belly.

They laid in silence, basking in the afterglow of a good old fashioned breeding. Their panting and the occasional sloshing of Vroth’s gut was the only sound in the room. A deep bass echoed in a quiet laugh. The lion looked to the chuckling gnoll. Relio returned a smile.

“‘Explosive’, huh?”

They could only laugh together as they embraced. Their muscles were like jelly from the exertion. It wouldn’t be long until they caught their breath. After all, they needed a few minutes before round two.