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The Green Leaf Springs

Written by Leo_Todrius

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Idea by Patron DivineDragon

The sound of a gentle rain filled the air as the precipitation fell evenly across warm stone, weathered wood tiles and spongy moss alike. As the rain fell, steam wafted up from the grand stone path that led to the retreat. The stones had been placed in a giant mosaic and weathered by time to a perfect polish. Fall had come to the rest of the continent, but the Viridian Valley was timeless. The Maples and Bricklewood trees retained their verdant green year round, as did the lusk mosses and ferns. Rising up from nature was one of several wood structures. Most were shelters from the rain with elaborate curved roofs supported by columns that allowed one to see right through the middle.

Enoch hadn't been sure what to expect at first and his anxiety had become a familiar and well worn crutch, but even from the point of getting off the train, he'd felt that anxiety start to melt into something of wonder. There was another yearning to document everything, to capture it all digitally, but... that too seemed out of place. It had taken only a few dozen meters to feel the buzzing chaos of society shrink away and the comforting softness of nature to wrap around him. As he came to the end of the path and the first structure, he paused in wonderment. Sandal clad feet padded up the steps until he looked into an aquamarine salt spring pool.

Enoch had shaggy, faintly curly brownish-black hair down to the nape of his neck. Large circular glasses rested on a cute nose and he had an almost cherub-like pair of cheeks leading to a pointed chin. He was constantly mistaken for a college student, even sometimes a high schooler, but he constantly tried to remind himself that appearing young probably meant he was aging well. Still, it was hard not to be taken seriously sometimes - at least until people realized how serious he was. Enoch had opted for a gray sweatshirt which had been a bad idea as it absorbed the rain and khaki pants that showed the precipitation just as easily. In society they were neutral colors, but now they seemed almost artificial and out of place.

There was movement from one of the other structures. Enoch turned his head to track the approach of the individual, though his jaw dropped and his eyes widened. The most sublime, elegant, fit physique he'd ever seen was striding towards him; broad shoulders, full pectorals, curved biceps and triceps, and an abdomen that one could... Enoch didn't even know what one might do with abs like that. As splendid as his body was, almost all of it visible other than a pair of copper and black shorts, the striking feature was that his skin tone was a rich and healthy emerald green. Enoch forced his gaze upwards to find a handsome face of a young orc, his black hair shaved into a fauxhawk, faintly yellowed tusks rising from thick lips, and rich honey gold eyes gazing directly at him. The orc had a strong jaw line kissed by a fine spray of dark stubble that grew thicker at the back of his cheeks, remaining as thick as the short hair on the sides of his head.

"Welcome to the Green Leaf Springs." The man said, his voice rich and warm and deep.

"T-thank you, it's a pleasure to be here..." Enoch said, swallowing, "Was it... It said I wasn't supposed to bring any bags?" he asked. The orc smiled, his lips curving around the edges of his thick tusks.

"Everything you need will be provided to you." he said, offering his hand. Enoch looked startled, looking at the hand and then back at the guide.

"Do you want a tip?" he asked. The orc chuckled softly, shaking his head. He ran his tongue over his lower lip, at least between his tusks, as he contemplated how to phrase it.

"Everything you need will be provided, whether it be outward needs like clothes or food, or inward needs like touch or companionship. Would it be easier if I told you my name was Dharr?" he asked, hand still outstretched.

"Enoch..." The human replied, reaching out awkwardly until his pale peach colored fingers entwined with Dharr's green ones. He might have expected the touch to feel strange, a contrast between hands that worked for a living and his, or an awkwardness to him being paid to hold hands... but as their hands touched, their fingers brushed, as they held it there, Enoch simply felt a connection.

"Close your eyes, Enoch." Dharr instructed. Enoch swallowed a bit and did as he was told. Dharr moved closer, allowing their arms to drop between them, fingers still entwined, "Hear the rain falling around us, nourishing life, comforting and cozy. Smell the petrichor, the earthy smell of that life... Feel the touch of a new friend, your friend, sharing this moment with you." Dharr said. Enoch's heart fluttered. His chest rose and fell as he took in the scents. He opened his eyes and turned his head, looking up to see Dharr smiling at him, realizing only then that he was at least a foot taller and probably nearly double his body mass. Enoch blushed as blood started to well and collect in his groin, causing it to swell.

"I'm sorry..." Enoch muttered, though he didn't let go. Dharr merely grinned.

"Sorry for what? It's nice to be found attractive... just as I find you attractive." Dharr said. Enoch's face contorted and he shook his head.

"P-please don't, I know... I know it's your job, but please don't feel that you have to make things up." Enoch said. The mirth disappeared from Dharr's face.

"It's not made up..." Dharr said, "I like you. You are earnest, considerate. I just hope that I can help you to feel more open and confident during your stay." Dharr said softly before grinning, "And I love your hair." he added. Enoch looked up, brow twitching.

"Really? I never could get it to do anything I wanted." he murmured. Dharr grinned, reaching up with his free hand to caress through the shaggy, curly locks.

"It is proud hair, defiant, untamable." he grinned. Enoch blushed a little, giving Dharr's other hand a squeeze.

"So it isn't made up? You actually like me?" he asked. Dharr nodded, taking a breath that filled his vast green chest.

"Before the guests arrive, their profiles are given to the staff. That's why you filled out your likes and dislikes, your food preferences, your music preferences." Dharr said. Enoch's eyes widened again.

"I just thought that was like allergy stuff, or ambiance." Enoch whispered. Dharr grinned wider at that.

"And here I thought you'd laugh as I tried to sing Locathah Park songs while we shared beers." Dharr grinned. Enoch's jaw dropped once more.

"I loved Locathah Park when I was in high school... I mean, I was a nerd and smart so no one expected it because I didn't seem broody or defiant of authority, but I really liked the way they sounded." Enoch whispered.

"And the way they looked?" Dharr asked with a knowing grin. Enoch made a soft sound.

"I'm pretty sure I didn't put THAT on my form." Enoch smirked. Dharr smiled, using his free hand to reach up and squeeze Enoch's shoulder.

"You didn't have to." he said, looking into the human's eyes for a long moment with that radiant smile. When the moment had almost lasted too long, he finally gave his hand one more squeeze, "Let's go, there's plenty to do and plenty to not do." Dharr grinned, walking down the steps on the other side of the covered area. Enoch fell into step aside the strong, handsome, scantily clad orc. Enoch's face was already hurting a little from how hard he was smiling, feeling butterflies in his chest.

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It had only been a short stop to see his bungalow, but Enoch was already wishing he never had to go back home. The bed was raised higher than he'd expected, but the mattress felt like sinking into a comfortable cloud Dharr had shown him the shower, the restroom and the partition that allowed for some anonymity while changing. The wet sweatshirt, undershirt and slacks had been swapped out for a lavender colored tunic and white shorts. Dharr had waited outside while he changed, although Enoch was setting a personal goal to himself to get comfortable enough to change in front of the handsome man. To orcs that was supposedly a sign of trust and respect.

Crossing the grounds, Enoch wasn't sure where to look. Everything was so fascinating. The closer the grounds got to the hot springs, the more the stonework seemed to be natural and geometric, breaking into those hexagonal columns that one saw on nature documentaries of exotic islands. The air smelled warm and rich with minerals, the bubbling aquamarine pools cropping up here and there. Dharr led Enoch to one of the enclosed huts and up onto one of the tables. The material was almost as soft as the bed back in his bungalow, though it seemed a little more rubbery and easy to clean. There was a cut out for the face.

"Massages?" Enoch asked hopefully. Enoch nodded with a grin.

"Oh yes, the best that the Green Leaf has to offer." Dharr grinned.

"Will you be massaging me?" Enoch asked hopefully.

"I could, but I'm not the best. I was thinking I could let you sip exotic beverages as you get the tension released?" Dharr offered. Enoch looked a little surprised.

"Exotic like what?" he asked. Dharr shrugged.

"Up to you. Sake, vanilla chai, green shake, coconut milk..." the orc trailed off. Enoch considered for a moment.

"How about you surprise me with what you think is best after reading my profile? We can see how accurate it was." Enoch said. Dharr smirked.

"Well, then the die is cast. I'll be right back." Dharr said, reaching to give Enoch's shoulder a squeeze before he left. Enoch was about to settle himself when he heard other footsteps. He inclined his head and gasped slightly as a seven foot tall, absolutely shredded orc entered. His entire right arm and right pectoral were covered with tribal markings. His long black hair was braided into a plaited ponytail that hung down past his very round, very naked ass cheeks. His face was hidden in a bushy black beard that hung loose and full, cresting outward adt the cheeks to the width of his nipples before falling in a curtain half way between his sternum and his navel.

"I hear you have a lot of tension to let out." The man said, his voice a surprisingly lyrical tone to it. Despite his size, he sounded like he was practically the same age as Enoch... Enoch nodded.

"A lot of me feels... stiff." he murmured. The man gave a nod.

"I've got just the thing for that." he said, moving over to open a cabinet. He pulled out a few bottles, setting them out, "Take off your tunic when you're ready." he added. Enoch swallowed, sitting upright long enough to take it off and drop it to the floor before he lay down, letting his face sink into the donut of a pillow. The masseuse poured two of the liquids into his very large hands before he started massaging them together. The air started to still with the scent of citrus and eucalyptus. When the aroma was just right, the masseuse added a creamy lotion to it all, made sure it was blended just right and stepped over to Enoch.

The human had seen enough movies to know that it was a trope to have a big, strong, heavily accented masseuse that hurt someone until they were better.... But the orc masseuse came in gentle and soft, his fingers little more than the patter of rain had been when Enoch had first arrived. Touches, brushes, then gentle caresses. It wasn't until the faint tingle of the lotion sunk into his skin that Enoc realized what was going on. Then, as the first firmer presses came to his shoulders, he nearly melted. Enoch had never in his life had a massage, and to jump right to one of such quality was mesmerizing. As the tension melted away from his shoulders, he became aware of the mounting aches in the ball of his neck and the small of his back.

As if sensing the human's need, the bearded masseuse worked upwards, his fingers circling, rubbing, and then gently pressing the knot in his neck. Enoch let out an audible murmur at that, his fingers clenching and unclenching. The masseuse continued, working the tops of his shoulders, the sides, then fanned his way back in and down the spine... and down... and down. He worked off around Enoch's ribs, working his flank, pressing his fingers in deeper. Enoch's moans and murmurs continued, his eyes squeezing tight in rapture as pain and discomfort were finally addressed. He inhaled in short, shallow breaths as his spine was worked, releasing that pressure that was so elusive

The minutes ticked by and Enoch was starting to feel like a tenderized steak, but he didn't care in the slightest. He had settled into deep breathing, his face entirely relaxed, his limbs limp and motionless at his side. He was at the mercy of the masseuse. The large orc went down Enoch's legs, massaging his thighs, his calves, and then his feet. This stirred a reaction from Enoch as he felt the soles of his feet manipulated, the pads and the heel, even the toes. The masseuse ran a tongue up one side of his large ivory tusk before his fingers suddenly dove deeper on Enoch's feet. Enoch gasped suddenly, his face tensing and then relaxing in the rubber donut.

It felt as if the masseuse's fingers were going so deep they were plunging into his feet, massaging the bones and ligaments and tissues. While the masseuse hadn't actually put his hand into Enoch, he had applied another lotion and was massaging it into a foot that was... growing. At first it looked as if it was just muscles relaxing, but there was no doubting the change as his heels expanded wider, the layer of pillowy flesh protecting it getting thicker. The arch of his foot increased, the balls of his foot expanding. His toes grew longer and thicker, and as the masseuse worked down to the tip of every digit, he brushed new brownish-black wisps of hair growing out of the toe knuckles. The masseuse couldn't fight the smile on his face as the foot reshaped beneath his hand like a master artist with world class clay. He coaxed it just a bit larger, longer and wider, pushing just a bit past what would have seemed appropriate for a human of his height.

With such focus on his work, the masseuse almost missed Dharr's return, catching the motion in the corner of his eye before he looked up. Dharr gave a slight nod of his head, sipping on his own drink. The masseuse finished working on Enoch's left foot and started on the right. Dharr finished his drink and snuck over quietly, replacing the sandals that had been there with a larger size of identical style, sliding the first set into a bin inside a cupboard and out of sight. Returning to the doorway, he reached for the tray and grabbed a beverage inside a coconut shell with a straw and entered more loudly than he had before.

"I really think you're going to like this one, Enoch." Dharr said, crouching under the head of the massage table. He lifted the coconut and brought the straw to Enoch's lips. Enoch closed his mouth around the straw and suckled, being rewarded with what had to be a combination of warm coconut milk with cinnamon and spices. It coated his throat and warmed his stomach. Enoch's moan was almost a whimper, especially as the masseuse started moving back up the legs.. The special lotion was worked in, causing the hair on Enoch's legs to darken and thicken even as his calves swelled larger and rounder. The skin was taut and pliable at the same time.. The masseuse worked up to Enoch's hips, his fingers brushing inward before sinking into Enoch's flank.

Enoch gasped at that, feeling his butt massaged, a tingling sinking into the cheeks as they began to swell and grow and round outward. He looked alarmed, but he murmured as Dharr brought the straw back to his lips. Enoch suckled the warm milk again, the tension fading from his face as he drank and drank and drank, resting back against the cushion. Dharr shot the masseuse a look and the bearded orc reluctantly moved upward, working on ribs that were now coated with more flesh than before, shoulders that were fuller than before, and even arms that had taken on their first definition.

Dharr remembered one guest, an athlete, that had been left to the masseuses' whims. He'd wound up two feet taller, two hundred more pounds of muscle and a thick beard down to his horse-sized cock. It had been amazing to watch and the lifetime super bowl tickets had been an added bonus. Still, Enoch was Dharr's guest, not the masseuse. Dharr lifted the coconut drink up again, letting Enoch slurp the last of the cool, sweet contents down his throat. Setting the shell aside, Dharr crouched down beneath the massage table, smiling up at his guest.

"Are you feeling less tense?" Dharr asked hopefully. Enoch's eyes were half lidded with an almost drunken contentment. He nodded weakly.

"Oh yeah..." he said gently. Dharr grinned wider.

"Well, if we can get you put back together, I was thinking something to eat and a soak in the hot springs? The water is copper infused and has healing properties." Dharr said. Enoch murmured dreamily.

"Food sounds amazing. I had no idea I'd be this hungry." Enoch said, his reply breaking into a moan as his shoulders began to blossom and swell beneath the masseuses' hands. Dharr shot him a look and the taller orc grimaced and blushed a deeper shade of green in apology. Dharr wanted to be mad, but he couldn't blame him. They were masters of their craft and the human form was so... malleable.

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Enoch had followed Dharr almost like a baby duck, more distracted by how his shoes seemed to both fit and not fit at the same time, his shorts riding a bit higher than he recalled. He hadn't yet realized that he was now eye to eye with Dharr, but he certainly had enough distractions to keep him occupied for some time. The stone tile work began to devolve from perfectly even hexagons to ones that were slightly different in width and elevation. When Enoch lifted his head, an audible gasp escaped his lips.

The hot spring was the embodiment of contrasts. The uneven natural geometric formations formed an irregularly perfect border around a greenish-teal pool of hot mineral water. The pool was bordered by a fence made of bamboo, both simple and yet timeless. There were sandy Zen gardens resting on three of the corners and the fourth held a bonsai tree that was meticulously cultivated. There were traces of snow on some of the higher boulders but steam wafted off the hot spring. The rain still fell around them in gentle drops.

"It's beautiful..." Enoch whispered. Dharr nodded.

"We are quite proud of it." he smiled, his tusks jutting up a bit higher with his smile. Enoch looked at the green man, his rough black sideburns and the spray of stubble that covered the rest of his cheeks. He was so young, so confident, so strong... Enoch's heart ached slightly and he wasn't sure why.

"Would you like to bathe by yourself, or would you like company?" Dharr asked. Enoch was shaken out of his contemplation, reaching up to wipe some droplets from his glasses.

"It's a pretty big spring, I'm sure there's room." Enoch smiled. Dharr grinned a little, his eyes more sheepish.

"It is, but it is customary to go in naked." Dharr said more quietly. Enoch knew he would have choked in surprise before, but he'd been thinking of this moment since he'd changed into the spa clothes. Enoch held on to his determination.

"We'll do it together. There's so much I want to know about this place still." he said, looking around until he saw a pleasant bamboo bench a bit weathered and darkened by a natural patina. Enoch pulled his shirt off and set it neatly on the bench, wondering if the branches of the maple tree would make it dryer or wetter than leaving it elsewhere. He slipped his sandals off, one foot easing the other, before nudging them under the bench. Lastly he dropped his shorts and underwear in one fluid motion, feeling his heart catch a bit in his chest. He lifted them upright, golden them neatly and paused.

"I should have asked if there were any towels before I-" Enoch froze as he turned, seeing that Dharr had already stripped. Not only was his emerald green skin fit and firm all the way down, but there was a black tattoo on his hop of a tusked fox with a tail made of smoke. His manhood curved down over apple sized balls, looking veined and rubbery even when limp. His toenails were dark and a little sharp, seeming more dangerous than a human's might be. Enoch nearly drooled, his nipples hardening and his own modest manhood firming as he looked. Rose blossomed across his cheeks before he moved towards the edge of the water.

"But I imagine they would have gotten wet anyway." he said by way of answer, extending one leg down into the hot spring. He inhaled a bit at the temperature difference, realizing he should have been more careful. Still, the water was undeniably silky, rich with salts and metals and other minerals. It was like putting his leg in liquid butter, although the unique tint of the pool made his skin look a bit more aquamarine. When his foot found the bottom of the pool and it wasn't too slippery, he brought his other leg over the edge and dropped in. Small waves radiated outward as he sank to his waist, his grin broadening.

Dharr smiled, glad to see him enjoying himself, but rather than diving right in, he walked over to a small covered tray sitting on another bench. He set the cover aside and came over with the last thing Enoch had ever expected - asparagus. Enoch's brow furrowed as he saw Dharr approach with the plate of green stalks. He looked up as if to question, but Dharr was already sitting down on the edge of the pool, letting his dark green legs sink into the warm, wet embrace.

"Don't knock them until you try them. I cooked them while you were getting your massage." Dharr said, picking one up with his fingers to feed to Enoch. Reluctant but willing to indulge his host, he opened his mouth, accepted about half the asparagus into his mouth before he bit down. Enoch had never considered himself a picky eater, but feeling the satisfying crunch of perfectly prepared asparagus made him realize he'd never really had it done right before. He'd only ever had it mushy or fibrous and rarely flavorful, making him think he hated it, but the way that Dharr had prepared it left it with a strong zing of lemon, the crisp spice of fresh pepper and garlic, and the most satisfying resistance before it snapped between his teeth. Even as he finished the last bite, Enoch kept licking his lips free of the butter, finding it all so savory and oddly exhilarating.

"You were right..." Enoch murmured, sloshing through the water before he found a boulder to sit down on, the water rising up to his neck. Dharr waded after him, feeding him more and more, watching the human slurp down the savory greens. Enoch started to blush again as his erection returned with a vengeance, his shaft rising up from his lap. He only hoped the turbulence in the water would hide it. Dharr seemed perfectly content feeding Enoch, sliding inch after inch of those green spears into his mouth. Enoch swallowed them greedily until his glasses fogged up. He murmured with a little disappointment.

"I'm not going to see you at this rate." Enoch said with sadness. Dharr grinned.

"I didn't realize I was what you wanted to be looking at." he said. Enoch smiled wistfully.

"There isn't really a point to playing coy, you're incredibly handsome and attractive, not to mention the fact that you can cook." Enoch said. Dharr grinned at that, stretching to put the now empty plate on the edge of the pool.

"Then let me help you see in other ways." Dharr replied. He used the spring water to wash his hands before he reached up to remove Enoch's glasses, carefully setting them next to the plate. He reached up to brush Enoch's now wet brown hair back out of his face, then caressed his cheek before he leaned in and kissed him. Enoch's eyes went wide for only a moment before they fluttered shut. He let his lips brush the orc's, feeling the odd way they curved around his tusks. He reached a hand up to caress Dharr's cheek, finding that thick mutton chop on the side of his face endearingly thick and bushy.

The orc showed just how good he was at kissing by tilting his head just the right amount, coming in at angles that made it easier to embrace and let their tongues begin to dance. It was warm, inviting, enveloping. Enoch felt like the first rays of sunshine were creeping across his skin, though it was actually a faint green tongue soaking in from the water. It was faint and subtle, the lightest of lime tinges that settled in across his body. It darkened faster across his nipples and elbows, settling closer to the color of a newly grown fern. Not wanting Enoch to be alarmed, Dharr slipped closer to the human, spreading his legs to either side of the boulder until he was straddling the young man. He came down true, letting his rubbery ring find the head of Enoch's cock.

"Dharr!" Enoch gasped, half out of breath already from the kissing. Dharr froze, looking up with earnest concern in his honey gold eyes.

"I'm sorry, did you... do you not like me?" he asked. Enoch almost shuddered.

"I like you a lot! I just... Don't want to let you down. I've never done anything like this." Enoch said. Dharr reached to pet Enoch's cheek, feeling the stubble thickening there beneath his fingers already.

"You don't have to live up to anything. I just want you to be with me, in me." Dharr said. Enoch lingered in the sentiment for a long moment before he nodded. Dharr grinned and began lowering himself, letting Enoch's clearly aroused pillar slide in deeper. Dharr snuggled his pert, hairy ass cheeks down around Enoch's lap and wriggled there, grinding a little before he pulled up and came down again. The movements were slow and deliberate, but as he began to pick up pace, he sent out ever tighter rings of turbulence through the pool. Enoch's moans were half pleasure and half curiosity. As he'd said, he'd never done anything like this before.

At first Enoch sat on the boulder, but he soon started to lift his hips up as Dharr came down. It was like something out of a romance novel; There he was in a snow kissed Orcish hot spring with ancient bamboo walls while a young orc in his prime started to impale himself on his cock. Dharr's hair was wild, his mutton chops unruly, his muscled physique perfect, and his skin was so warm and so green. Enoch leaned forward and grabbed Dharr's head, kissing him again as they fucked. Dharr growled in delight, feeling Enoch go at it harder and harder. Dharr broke the kiss, leaning down to graze his tusks along Enoch's neck.

"Fuck me, stud.... Wedge me wide open with that fat cock of yours." Dharr growled before he moved back to kiss Enoch. Enoch relished the dirty talk, his efforts easily redoubled. He worked his hips faster, tilting them to add friction and finesse to the coupling. It only took a half dozen thrusts before Enoch started to feel a new strain, as if his dick had taken the dirty talk to heart. He could, of course, chalk a great deal of it up to the fact that he was having wilder sex now than he'd ever dreamed possible. It only took a half dozen thrusts until his dick had stretched to its record longest, the skin tight, but after a few more strokes, he felt Dharr's sphincter squeezing tighter and tighter around his girth. Dharr exhaled a hot breath, leaning closer and closer to Enoch's ear, giving it a gentle lick.

"That's it, stud, you're so big... I'll never be the same after you put that all the way in me..." Dharr whispered. Enoch's eyes were growing milky, a small drop of drool gathering at the edge of his lip. He worked harder and faster still, the water sloshing around them both. If it hadn't been for the massage, Enoch might not have had enough muscle to lift Dharr so easily, but Dharr was starting to jack hammer up and down with ease. The green tones soaking into Enoch's skin grew more and more intense the longer he stayed in the water. His ass cheeks filled out further, rounding and plumping far more than the flat useless flanks they had been before.

Enoch's skin glistened in the faint dispersed silver light of the rain storm, the drops rolling down over arms that were thickening and filling out. Enoch's face grew as dark as the edge of the storm clouds as his stubble filled in his cheeks, his chin and spread across his upper lip. Splashes of water speckled his face, starting the green taint on his nose and lips that spread rapidly. Dharr threw his head back, the long side of his hair falling down to his shoulder as he rolled his head and arched his spine, feeling that growing cock rearranging his guts. In fact, he looked down in time to see his muscled stomach start to stretch and distend from the fat, curved head of Enoch's member as it swelled longer and fuller still. Somewhere below that rod, his balls had to be growing to the size of oranges, held in a thick leathery green sack.

Enoch was grunting and panting without a concern for anything, his shyness and his modesty long since eroded. His toes curled and uncurled in the water, the hair on his legs growing longer and thicker as the water currents swirled and shifted around them. Enoch's scalp tingled as his long, unruly, wavy brown hair started to grow longer, edging its way out from his scalp. Dharr began to clench and unclench his ass, using it as a tool to pleasure his guest. Enoch grunted and growled until the sounds were muffled by another kiss. Dharr came in, their jaws brushing, and then Enoch winced. He winced because his lower jaw was sensitive, even swollen.

His lower lip was puffy, his teeth throbbing a little. He ran a tongue forward and found that they had been pried apart as two of them had started to... grow? Two of his teeth were broadening, thickening, swelling and lengthening. The dentin was softer and warmer than it should have been but it was still firm enough, curving forward and rising upward. The nubs grazed across his lower lip before they were pushed far enough forward that the two tips rose up from Enoch's lower jaw like twin volcanoes emerging from the sea.

"You're almost there, stud! Fill my belly with your cream, give me what you got!" Dharr begged out. Enoch threw his head back, his longer hair brushing the water as he roared. His pecs twitched, his biceps quirked, his balls throbbed and then his huge cock began to pulse. It took a few faux squirts before everything synced up and one thick sticky blast of semen rocketed out of Enoch after the next. Dharr shivered in pleasure, feeling it fill him. He leaned forward and gently began to lick Enoch's emerging tusks. The ivory grew wider and wider as it lifted, thickening at the base, distorting his jaw fairly evidently. Even the point of his chin had broadened to a more chiseled jaw line.

"What's... What's happening to me?" Enoch asked, his voice deeper and gruffer. Dharr reached to pet his cheek, then his chin, finding the stubble there growing faster. There was already a good two inches of facial hair to stroke affectionately.

"You're becoming an orc, like me. It's the gift of the Green Leaf Springs. Don't worry, the effect is temporary..." Dharr said. Enoch's face was a maelstrom of conflicted emotion, raging from shock and outrage to the pleasure of the fact that he was still cumming.

"What... if I don't want it to be temporary?" Enoch panted, "What if I want to stay?" he asked, moaning as he came a little more. Dharr slowly sank down on Enoch's impressive rod, at least as much as he could. He looked into the former human's eyes, the rich brown seeming warmer as the green pigment swept around his eye sockets, crossing his forehead and disappearing into his hairline.

"There aren't a lot of job openings for orcs on the mainland, especially newly turned ones. You'd have to work here." Dharr said.

"Are we allowed to fraternize with one another?" Enoch asked. Dharr grinned and nodded.

"Quite a bit, yes. The needs of our guests aren't usually enough to satiate our hunger." Dharr said. Enoch considered that.

"And you really like me?" he asked. Dharr chuckled.

"I do. I read your profile, and everything I could find about you. I love what I found, and I love what we've shared so far, but I think we still can get to learn a lot more about one another." Dharr said. Enoch grinned at that.

"Like the fact that you're looking for a bigger man?" Enoch asked, gyrating his hips back and forth to illustrate the fact that he'd made his cock almost as wide as it was long. Dharr nearly melted at that, sighing breathlessly.

"Among other things..." Dharr murmured, moving to lay his head on Enoch's wider shoulder. Enoch breathed slowly, feeling the waters of the pool slowly calming.

"How far can you push this? I mean, one massage and one bath and I'm already a beefy orc... Wasn't my stay supposed to be three days?" Enoch asked. Dharr grinned a bit at that.

"Well, it was a getaway, right? What better way to get away than to getaway from yourself." Dharr said. Enoch murmured at that, "Well, before I join the employee roster, maybe we should make the most of my time off..." Enoch whispered. Dharr considered that, a greedy glint in his eye.

"You want to see how far we can go?" Dharr asked. Enoch grinned.

"I think that sounds like a great way to relax." Enoch purred in response.

****

As the sun had set, the storm had only gotten worse. It was the first real storm of fall and not entirely uncommon, at least according to Dharr. He'd ventured out long enough to grab a six pack of beard and a few provisions before the kitchen had been shuttered and the other residential buildings closed. While Enoch's guest room would have been comfortable enough to weather the low pressure system, the invitation to stay with Dharr had been eagerly accepted. The newly minted orc sat on a low, wide bed, looking around with fascinated eyes while his tongue inadvertently ran over his new tusks.

Dharr was moving back and forth in an effort to tidy up, collecting his various clothing into a pile and clearing off a few surfaces that might be used. Enoch found it all very charming. It had a sort of cabin-boy feeling with hammocks and bandannas, not to mention an assortment of metal coins from around the world in a shadow box on the wall. Every detail was interesting to him, although Enoch started to feel a budding shame that he knew so little about orcish culture. He decided to try and learn a little through the lens of his own experience.

"So... when I got sent to the spa, my company said they were sponsoring the trip? Won't they get mad if I don't come back?" Enoch asked. Dharr looked up from where he'd been pushing his laundry into a bin, his grin almost lascivious.

"The Green Leaf spa is famous for many reasons... You have an injured athlete? We'll heal them up in record time. You have an artist that's retreated into themselves? We'll shelter them out and reignite that spark. We will heal mind, body and soul... But we don't always give them back exactly the same way, and we don't always give them back. It's part of the price. We're always on the lookout for natural talent." Dharr said. Enoch was mesmerized, though he was also a little confused.

"Wait, so my company... thought I was worth sending here?" he asked. Dharr nodded, casting a glance around to confirm that his place would be 'good enough' before he grabbed two of the beers. He popped the metal lids off on the counter edge before moving down to sit hip to hip with Enoch, handing him one.

"You came from a high churn environment. You outlasted a lot of your peers, you hold a lot of institutional knowledge, and you didn't drink the corporate kool-aid. That meant that the only options were upward movement or eventual burnout." Dharr said, "I guess they thought it was worth the risk." he said before taking a pull of the beer bottle. Enoch looked at the floor before he tipped his beer back, taking a sip, then a full gulp before he lowered it.

"And it's really okay that I want to be here? To stay an orc? Don't all the guys like you?" Enoch asked.

"I mean, I hope so, at least I hope they find me welcoming. I'm usually a greeter, a waiter, a gofer. I help out on some of the larger projects, sure, but there was something about you that I wanted to take you on personally. I'm glad it paid off." Dharr said. Enoch grinned at that.

"So, aside from pleasuring my man, what will I bring to the table?" he asked. Dharr grinned, sipping his beer.

"Well, for one, I think you'd do a great job innovating our online presence, maybe updating our digital presence." Dharr said. Enoch's lips compressed.

"How much of an online presence does a wellness spa need?" He asked.

"Okay, well, maybe you can organize our techniques, make something comprehensive to help train new recruits such as yourself?" Dharr asked. Enoch murmured at that, leaning back a little.

"Okay, that might work... I've always been good with new employees. They're not jaded yet." Enoch said. Dharr hissed a little.

"Be careful with that term, it has a double meaning." he whispered. Enoch winced.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to be offensive." Enoch apologized. Dharr waved his free hand.

"It's nothing like that, it's just the term we use for someone going through the change." Dharr said. Enoch nodded at that, looking down. Even with borrowed shorts on, the mound on his groin was quite visible, as was the way his new chest pushed against his shirt.

"So how far does the change go? I'm already as big as you... Bigger, in some ways." Enoch said. Dharr smirked at that, snuggling a little closer.

"It just depends on what you want to be. Every treatment here is designed to bring you peace and joy and to enhance your physical prowess. There are mud baths, the humidors, the buffet, the sauna, the gym..." Dharr whispered with a sultry tone in his voice.

"You make each one sound so... sensual." Enoch said. Dharr grinned, setting his beer down on a night table to slide a hand over to Enoch's bulge, giving it a gentle squeeze and then a rub.

"It is." Dharr whispered. Enoch murmured at that, turning his head just long enough to drain the rest of his beer before he set the bottle down, placed one large hand on Dharr's chest and pushed him back onto the bed. Dharr moaned in delight as Enoch came down atop him, peppering him with kisses and grinding their groins together. This was most certainly the best way to spend a storm.

****

The growl of skateboard wheels roared out from the winding serpentine path that led down to the Green Leaf springs. Autumn had firmly taken root, bringing cooler and crisper days with it. Shawn didn't seem to mind, bundled up in a beanie hat and thick sweatshirt and baggy pants. The vibration traveled up from the wheels of his board through his legs, giving his bones that familiar buzzing feeling. A long mane of fiery red hair whipped out behind him as he rolled, the morning light kissing pale skin and the small red turt of hair hanging down from his chin. Shawn had almost made it all the way to the front entrance when he slowed to a stop, eventually kicking the deck ofi his board up into his hand. He took a step toward the wooden entrance when a large green figure with prominent tusks stepped into view, his own wild brownish-black hair pulled into a loose ponytail and light glinting from thick earrings.

"Wow..." Shawn murmured. A sly grin crossed Enoch's larger mouth.

"I feel like I should be the one saying that." Enoch said, "Welcome to Green Leaf Springs Shawn. It's a pleasure to have you here." he said, offering a large green hand. Shawn reached out, meeting it with a finger swipe and then a fist bump.

"Do you get a lot of snowboarders out here at the spa?" he asked, reaching to brush his long mane of red hair back over his shoulder with his free hand.

"Our staff has helped rejuvenate several Olympians before, but you are certainly one of the most famous." Enoch said.

"I'm not going to be like... mobbed by fans or anything, right?" Shawn asked. Enoch shook his head.

"No, we hold ourselves to be quite professional. You are here to rest, rejuvenate and to have a transformative experience. You will have as much or little contact with others as you want." Enoch said. Shawn flashed a set of pearly white teeth and slung his skateboard over his shoulder.

"Dope!" he grinned before walking up the steps to the first structure. Even with how baggy his clothes were, Enoch could see a very nicely plump ass swaying side to side in those baggy pants. Enoch felt his cock quiver a bit. While the public files were quite tame, the more vigorous research Green Leaf had pulled was that Shawn was a bit of a sex maniac. His thirsts knew no bounds and many of the orcs were quite pleased to meet him. After all, what was copper most famous for than oxidizing to a most pleasant shade of green? Enoch hoped Dharr would be proud of how he handled his first client, though his heart would always return to the orc that had reshaped his life so much for the better. With one soft, gentle smile, Enoch moved to catch up to Shawn, ready to show him just what the springs had to offer.