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Nao leapt from tree to tree, prowling through the forest.

His muscles were tightly-coiled: each movement was like a spring releasing; a sudden surge of power coursing through him as he jumped from each branch to land on the next. His entire body bowed with the force of each impact, gel-flesh absorbing the impact, bending and twisting in ways that were still new to him. His balls lurched, like cannonballs, their solid swing-smack against his thighs punctuating each leap. His cock was peeking from his new sheath, the muscle a vivid cherry, color muted pink through the stretched-translucent flesh around it. His sheath spanned halfway up his stomach, a thick around as his immense, muscular legs, and the stubby length of his too-large cock hanging out the front pushed over his newly-chiseled abdominal muscles, almost up to his pecs.

Each jump -- the skin-on-skin slide of each motion -- sent bolts of pleasure radiating up through his impossibly sensitive flesh. Gel-fur caught across his inner thighs, tufts practically dripping down between his balls, and with each leap he found himself counterbalanced more and more, as his cock slowly pushed from his sheath. His spines were rubbery and soft, twisting into place to burst out from his sheath.

He wanted something to fuck. Already the dizzying fog of lust was creeping back, more than just the physical reaction of his body. His fangs itched, shudder-shocks of desire prickling across his skin. He had the vague sense-memory of the lion fucking him, from both sides -- body stretched impossibly around the monstrous cock, but just as much having his cock wrapped around something tight and clenching, writhing in his grip as he pounded inside. His cock spat out a rubbery line of slime at that, the hazy, half-aware memory of fucking himself.

He was so absorbed in the thought, of driving his cock into a groaning, shuddering body, that he almost missed running out of trees to leap to. He'd reached the edge of the mountain, trees petering out in a scraggly line, thinning as the ground became more and more rocky. He could turn around, head back into the jungle, find another lion -- surely there hadn't been just one -- but instead he kept going, along the edge of the jungle, to the far side of the island.

It wasn't even five minutes later before he was almost too hard to jump. Fully unsheathed, his cock spanned over his shoulder, leg-thick. It swung out behind him when he jumped, slapping up against the underside of the branches as he landed. His gel flesh bulged and bent, wrapping around each tree's branches. His entire body shuddered, cock lancing out a heavy line of pre down into the lower canopy, and he had to stop himself from simply rutting against the tree until he came, bark rough and textured against his stretchy, impermeable skin.

Then he saw the goat.

Through the leaves, higher up on the mountain: movement. And what movement. A goat, half-animal in a way beyond simply just being a goat -- bipedal, but with two immense fingers and a thumb for hands, half the length simply a huge cloven hoof, with huge shoulders and haunches that seemed just as well-suited for moving on four legs as two. The same muted gel-colors, creamy white and dark chocolate, gel dripping down his skin. He had two horns that shone in metallic colors, arching out from his head in long straight lines, like a foreign body pierced through his gel-body.

And, critically, he was lying on the slopes, legs spread, hooves pressed against a rocky outcropping. He was fucking himself on a pillar of rock, his fat ass split practically in two as his stretchy body sunk down on the gel-smeared spire, its chunky head visible stretching between his narrow waist, bulging out his ribs. The goat's own cock slapped across his stomach -- and chest -- drooling pre that was indistinguishable from the oozing gel the rest of his body was made from.

His cock was fat at the base, but it thinned quickly, and strangely curved, almost looping in curls like a pig's tail. The goat clenched his hands around his cock, nowhere near wrapping around the mammoth girth spilling from his sheath, but, like Nao's, where he clamped down it slowly compressed from the pressure, bulging out above and below. The goat fucked his hands, hips surging up to snap through his clenched fists all the way up the length of his cock, bottoming out on the rock dildo as he dragged his cock through his hands. It swelled thicker and thicker as he drew his hands up his shaft, until his cockhead was almost grotesquely inflated: an immense cone-shaped wedge almost the size of his entire torso, the rest of his spiraling cock stretched thin and tight. He released himself, and his cock started to sluggishly reform as he stroked it up and down with open palms, massaging it back into shape.

Nao mirrored the motion, hind paws anchoring himself to the tree. His cock was drooling and spitting webs of precome down into the forest, and the second his hands touched the aching, swollen flesh it erupted, sprays of precome blasting out like he'd turned on a firehose. His pre crackled under his palms as he worked his cock, coating his hands in a runny stream as he stroked up and down. Now that he could think about it, he could smell the goat's arousal, even over his own eager, syrupy scent. The mossy ground all around the goat was soaked and shiny with fluid, like he'd been there for a while.

He leapt, crashing to the bare mountainside. Scree went flying in every direction, paws sliding and skidding as he picked his way up the slopes. It was only a handful of seconds, but it felt like forever, heart beating fast, eyes focused on the goat's gaping hole, pulsing and clenching around the immense rock; on his thrown-back head, mouth lolling open.

Naoki crashed down on top of the goat just as he opened his eyes, looking over at the sound. Their bodies_splattered_ when they met, pre and gel splashing in all directions, fat lines cording out like webs, a blotchy outline surrounding the goat's thinner body.

Nao rumbled, mouth hanging open as he sloppily kissed the goat, muffling his moan. Their cocks ground together, rutting messily between their bodies. Spurs and bulbs caught against each other and bent, springy and rubbery. The jangling pleasure had Nao grabbing the goat's shoulders for leverage, mindlessly rutting against him.

The spiral of the goat's cock was springy and taut, bowing back and forth under Nao's heavy, rutting thrusts. His skin -- and shaft -- was a mottled cream-chocolate, splotches of color all the way up to the pale tip, and as Nao rutted, flooding his syrupy pre across the goat's chest, his pre painted the white spots a muted pink.

Nao's barbs flushed, heavy and drooping from their own weight, jarring and clashing against the bloated knobs along the goat's spiraled shaft. He dragged his cock back, and a barb caught on the spiral of the goat's cock, hooking them together. His ragged thrust dragged the goat's cock back, latched together, twisting the sloppy, springy gel into a wide loop, belling out in a wide curve all across his stomach. The goat bellowed, hips arching up, and his immense balls slapped across Nao's stomach. The glide of his cock upwards ended up looping his cock around Nao's, his spiraled length wrapping all around Nao's cock. The curl of the goat's cock dug firmly around Nao, practically locking into place. Nao's flesh bulging out between tight loops of the goat's shaft, smearing tight all along his cockhead.

Their frenzied rutting only enmeshed them more, each thrust wrapping another loop of the goat's twisted cock around Nao's bloated shaft, the springy flesh scrubbing up and down his cock. Their sheaths ground together; Nao's cock worked its way fully inside the coil of the goat's cock, pulling its tight spiral into a wide loop all around Nao's shaft. Each thrust pulled the goat's cock down like a spring, sloppy flesh curling closer and closer together until it seamed together, and then Nao bucked forward, driving his cock across the goat's distended stomach, cockhead crashing against the goat's head, pulling the goat's cock into a thin, stretched spiral.

The goat's body tensed, hips slapping up sharper against Nao's body. His cock twitched and curled, wrapping tighter around Nao's cock until finally the goat bellowed, practically bleating, as he came. The length of his cock flexed and pulled tight around Nao's length, the sharp tip gaping open as he let loose an explosive spray of creamy seed in all directions, splattering between their bodies and dripping between them. It just added a thinner liquid to the gel smearing between them already, forming a squelching slurry. Cords trailed along Nao's shaft as he fucked through the spring of the goat's cock, his own orgasm sparking in his guts, tension hot through his stomach as he ground against the goat, his barbs jamming back and forth against the goat's slopping cockhead, caught in the tangle right at their joined tips.

He came with a roar, his flared cockhead stretching the curl of the goat's cock even wider. Some slight tension ran through the length as it bowed out around his cockhead, his cherry-red flesh bulging in huge, bloated rolls between loops of the goat's cock. He pelted the goat's face with his load, thick syrup splashing in all directions. The heavy cords -- pinkish, near-opaque -- mired the goat's head to the ground, splashing all the way to the tips of his metallic horns. Both of them were groaning and panting as they spent themselves, shooting near-gallons of sloppy fluid across each other, until the space between their bodies was just a thick, translucent mire, full of cords and frothy bubbles.

Even the crashing orgasm racing up Nao's spine didn't do much to abate the near-desperate tension coursing through him, heat and pure need driving all conscious thought from his head, leaving him already hungry for more, and it seemed like it was the same for the goat-- he was already leaning forward, muzzle dripping the splash of their combined loads, mouth open and tongue sticking out, reaching for their enmeshed cockheads. His mouth slid over the very tip of their tangled cocks, heavy lips almost rubbery as they slid through the chunky slurry smeared across them. His lips dug into the divot of the goat's taut length, Nao's cockhead bulging on either side, wetly slurping on a single immense fold of Nao's bloated cock.

The goat's mouth stretched, unevenly -- jaw unhinging, cheeks swelling -- as he stretched his mouth over their cocks, impossibly tight but stretching with every minute bob and flex. Nao's thighs were trembling, muscles exhausted, and his cock twitched and shuddered uncontrollably, like he had muscle spasms. The movement was strange and alien as the muscles webbed across his stomach and thighs twitched, jerking his cock to the side and forcing the goat to follow.

His muzzle was stretched almost halfway around Nao's cockhead, the rest of it fully the entire size of his head. But-- his mouth gaped wider, creamy skin stretching, shaggy fur subsumed into the mess of gel, slowly stretching his muzzle into a glossy-smooth sheath, bone structure only vaguely visible under the bloat, anatomy deformed almost to unrecognizability around the impossible swell of their cockheads.

The goat groaned as he sucked his own cock, wrapped tight around Nao's, and it wet out a gush of come straight into his mouth, visible as a bubble of dusky chocolate-colored come in the goat's throat, before he swallowed it down.

Nao lunged forward, body moving on impulse. He grabbed the already-bloated stretch of the goat's muzzle and yanked it even wider, the full stretch of their combined cockheads lurching inside. He drove it inside, bending the goat double, slamming to both of their cocks down to their fuzzy sheaths. It was a warm tight heat, gel stretching tight around his cock, rippling and coaxing him deeper. The goat's cheeks bulged -- his entire face bulged -- and his throat distended, practically just a sheath around their cocks.

The goat's horns spired up from his head, slick but solid, so Nao grabbed hold, using them as purchase as he started thrusting. His own mouth was open and drooling, hips hammering against the goat's face, balls like cannonballs as they crashed against the goat's chest. The impact rippled through the goat's body, massaging Nao's cockhead lodged deep in his chest, and so he picked up his pace, hugely-muscular hips snapping forward again and again, churning up the thick gel lining the goat's throat until each thrust was like sinking into a sloppy ocean, half-solid gel churning and squeezing all around the length of their cocks, caressing his cockhead, giving the slightest possible resistance against his barbs as he drew back.

The goat's head was distended, jaw open in a way that would be cracked if he had any bones, but instead the goat was just groaning, sloppy bleats and groans popping to the surface through the slurry smeared all through their enmeshed bodies, muzzle hammered squat against the immense, blocky curve of Nao's stomach. Nao growled, snarling and snapping at the air as he pounded the clenching tube of the goat's throat. His barbs scoured across the gummy inside of the goat's chest, each thrust dragging them back, heavy and bulbous, sending ribbons of heat up his shaft, sparking and hot when they flared and dug into the goat's gooey body, slopping slowly through the half-solid mess.

Their cocks were sizzling, the coiled ring of the goat's cock sinking into Nao's shaft, half-congealed together. He felt every burst of the goat's precome rushing through their shared cock, and there was no doubt the goat was in the same boat. His precome was a milky bulge, visible through the goat's hide, sloshing and slowly mingling into the rest of the goat's body. The goat was spraying pre too, chocolaty, and together they mixed into a thick slurry. They kept pouring more in, murky bubble expanding as the rest of the goat's body swelled around it.

Nao dug into the goat's shoulders, fingers sinking inside his body. His mouth dropped open in a yowl, ragged cut-up noises coming out as the entire length of his cock trembled, some internal structure twitching and thrashing as he came, and the goat's own orgasm came crashing into him too in the same moment. Frothy come shot deep into the goat, spraying visibly inside him, like a high-pressure jet, and each burst inflated him further.

Their off-pace bursts synchronized, each jet bloating the goat twice as much, his hide rippling all around the immense bubble inside him. Each long gush of fluid roiled, churning and flowing between his barbs -- down the spiral of his cock -- as Nao filled him up. Nao rutted mindlessly back and forth, cock slopping and crackling as he pumped it through the goat's stretched jaw, his cockhead increasingly hidden by the huge swell of come crashing inside the goat.

He jerked back, barbs scraping all along the sloshing, milky interior of the goat's chest, pulling up his chest with a liquid slob and finally popping from his mouth, heavy gel slime burbling past the goat's distended lips as his head and throat started to reshape themselves. Nao spent the last of his load in sloppy gushes over the goat's body, each pulse seeming all the larger spraying in ropy lines over his skin, rather than coiling in a single blob inside him.

Nao tottered on his feet, legs weak after the explosive orgasm, and he buckled, thudding to the ground on his haunches. His eyes were still glazed, shocky pleasure still coursing through his cock, globs of gel and come dripping off his barbs in a thick, chunky stream, the dregs of his load just drizzling over the goat's thighs. They were locked together at the hip, sheaths caught together, and even the base of their cocks were smearing together -- Nao's cherry red flesh soaking into the goat's more muted colors, the goat's caramel-chocolate sheath stretching around their combined cock, streaked with Nao's golden-red.

His cock twitched, spurting out globs of precome like water balloons, falling from their hybrid cock and bursting when they hit the ground. His cock -- their cock -- helixed with each slobbery burst, flanges and curves bulging to the surface. Where their cocks had soaked together there was a long spiral of white and brown flesh, and their cock clenched and twitched, inner substance shifting as it started to curl around and around, in a spiral just like the goat's.

The cock was a bizarre hybrid: barbs still immense and fat, cockhead even more sharply-sloped. The shaft corkscrewed around, the outside patterned in milky white and chocolate streaks, all the way down to his sheath, while the inner curve as the same cherry red Nao had only barely started to get used to.

Their bodies were stuck together around their joined sheath, balls crashing against each other below, except the goat's balls smacked heavily against his, and -- with an electric spang of sensation -- their gooey flesh joined together, heavy zigzags of material crawling over their bloated sacs as they joined. Nao's balls pulsed, fattening until it felt like they would burst, and at the same same he began to dimly feel the goat's balls, shrinking to match.

The goat -- the both of them, now -- were somehow still hard, cock drooling the last of their load and fresh precome in equal amounts. The goat was doubly-distended, from the bubble of their mixed come and the rock still lodged deep inside his ass, gel-flesh stretched in sloppy bulges around them both.

Nao was dazed, flushed and trembling, overloaded by the sensations racing through his reshaped cock, the new weight of his four balls, and even his slightly less new leonine instincts weren't enough to keep the goat from turning the tables.

The goat lurched forward, immense fat ass pulling off the rocky spire in a long gushing motion, leaving it slimy and gel-coated. He shoved Nao, bonelessly sprawling on his back on the rocky slope. The goat lurched forward, cock dragging him with; it was practically a third person, just as big as either of them, huge and fat sprawling between them. The goat pinned Nao, glittering horns bobbing through Nao's field of vision, staring dazed up at the cloudless sky.

His hoof-hands wrapped around their cock, tugging up, squeezing the gel around. He pumped their cock up, squeeze after squeeze. He kept his fingers clamped down hard, both hands wrapped around their sheath, fingers squeezing the gel thin enough so his fingertips just barely touched. That cut a sharp line in their cock, the rest of it bloated practically twice as thick.

He practically massaged their cock, opening his hands to slide lower, only to clamp down and drag upwards, each motion forcing more gel into their already impossibly huge cock, until it towered over the both of them, standing straight up, shaft iron-hard. It felt impossible; like he was about to burst, the tight pressure right before he came only stretched out forever, until it become the backing sensation to his existence, the boiling, taut pressure in his cock, every slight sensation trembling and resonating inside the packed gel, like a bubble of water bouncing back and forth.

Veins the size of Nao's hand bubbled to the surface, winding lazily up the side of their shaft, and their cockhead slowly bulged fatter and fatter until it was almost spherical, cockhead stretched flat, his barbs flared and stretched, spanning out like the ribs of a perverse umbrella, casting pink shadows over their bodies. Fresh precome bubbled from their aching cock, a practical river of it sluicing down the side, crashing like a waterfall against their sheath and running over both of their bodies, drooling down the mountainside like a miniature stream.

The goat finally decided that was big enough, apparently. He stared up at their ludicrously-inflated cock, as thick around as entire rest of Nao's body and taller than either of them. The goat reached back -- and the instant he let go, their cock wobbled and started shrinking -- and reached inside himself, hand digging around in the strange metal spar down from his horns that seemed to work like his spine.

The goat pulled out a single shining ring, like a loose bracelet, and with a single sharp motion shoved it inside their gel cock, around the crease at the base where he'd been squeezing down. It vibrated inside him, sending rippling waves up through the impossible pressure filling his cock, and Nao cried out and yowled, claws dragging through the rocky scree, writhing. The goat seemed to be in a similar state, groaning out in sharp bleats. Their cock shook back and forth, folding over itself as he thrashed. It crashed against the ground on either side of them, starting some minor avalanches of pebbles, rattling down the slopes.

Rather than slowly deflate, with the ring wedged inside him it felt like his cock was stuck, gel trapped on one side or the other, practically half his weight in the immense, overfilled pillar of his cock.

Then the goat started on their balls.

Nao yowled, mouth gaping open, ragged noises like hissing or moans feeling like they were bodily dragged out of him. The goat settled atop their balls, their conjoined balls flopping out over Nao's thighs, spilling over his lap, with the goat perched on top, straddling the churning bunch of all four.

The goat settled his hands on Nao's thick hips, and just dragged gel down, through their fused sheath. The first motion bloated their balls half-again as large, rising up so high the goat's fingers slipped off Nao. The pressure here was more diffuse, sparking heat sizzling between his balls, resonating inside him. It made the movement all the sharper -- when the goat let go to massage the next bulge of gel inside there was a half-second of release, Nao acutely aware of the slow slosh of his gel body reshaping itself, and then the goat's hands clamped down around the stretched connection of their balls to his body, plugging it all up again.

Their balls sagged outward, each pull plumping them up fatter and fatter. Even to start they barely fit on Nao's thighs, but now each motion made them teeter and wobble on the increasingly too-small platform of his hips, until one simply lolled over his thigh, flesh slopping to the side, dragging his sac out in a huge loose shape. Gel-flesh draped over one leg, the churning weight of his ball settling on the ground beside him, followed by another, rolling like a boulder over Nao's leg, hitting the other with a smack.

The goat shoved another ball ball to the other side, crashing to the ground with a strange frisson of pressure, leaving him settled on just one, that alone practically filling the space between Nao's thighs. The goat squirmed, bouncing atop a single ball, like a beach ball under him, and the pressure sent dizzy pleasure racing up Nao's spine. He crept higher, legs curled around the huge, lopsided orb, hands busy on the huge rolls of loose, sloppy flesh between Nao's thighs, the flesh of his sac distended and heavy, stretched impossibly to fit his balls, and yet somehow still soft and supple.

It seemed like it went on forever, each drag sending more heavy gel into their balls, the pressure amping up and up until it felt impossible, not like they would burst but that it was impossible that it shouldn't feel like they would burst. Gel shifted inside him every time the goat let go, until just as much was gushing up out from their balls as the goat was shoving back in.

The goat finally let go, and the gushing relief was almost an orgasm itself, pressure streaming out from his packed balls in lurching waves -- and then there was another clack as the goat detached a second ring, burying it just at the junction of his hips, and Nao let out a ragged sob, all that gushing release suddenly cut off. A dizzying vibration flooded back and forth through their balls to match the ache up and down their cock. He was weighed down, pinned completely immobile under the weight, cock and balls spilling out bigger than either of them.

The goat pulled back, hooftips dragging sloppy lines down the underside of their cock. He stood up, pressure dragging strangely through their shared cock. Nao realized with a dizzying heat that the crested barbs of his cockhead were still above the goat; even standing up their cock was taller than the goat's entire body. The point where it connected to the goat's body looked absurd, flesh stretched like taffy, even his heavy, fat hips looking stick-thin compared to the mammoth girth of their cock.

The goat stepped forward, hands trailing along their shaft. Even the slightest touch sent waves of pressure through him, gel shifting and carrying, eddying through the entire shaft in waves. Ripples of pleasure vibrated up through his body, streaking up through his body and resonating inside him. The goat tipped their cock forward until it crashed against the ground, and the sensation from that whited out Nao's mind, pleasure like solid ropes coiling down their shaft, dragging the rest of his body with it. He yowled, chest rumbling, but the same force that kept the gel packed inside their cock kept him from coming, just drooling out huge useless bursts of precome, nowhere even close to releasing the pressure.

The goat pulled, shared sensation rippling up Nao's spine. Stones scraped underneath as the goat took a shuddering step back, hips and stomach swollen even further, drawn out into a incoherent stretch as he stepped up along the fallen pillar of their cock. Gel corded, sheath bunching and stretching halfway up their absurd shaft as the goat dragged himself further up. The goat's fingers trailed over their bloated cockhead, almost painfully-sensitive, and then the touch was gone, replaced after a moment with a dim pressure spanning all across his flared cockhead. Nao managed to open his eyes, turn his head, and just stared.

The goat's hooves were planted on the solid rocks past his shoulder, body twisted backwards, his wide hips spread around their cockhead, cheeks spread. The front of his body -- thighs, crotch, stomach -- were stretched out impossibly, sleek hide and vague shadows of muscle stretched to incoherence, folded over itself where he twisted around. The goat was actually trying to take their cock, -- his own cock -- ass pressed against the sharp tip. The span of their cockhead, even without the barbs, was just as thick as the goat's fat ass; even his wide, curvy hips were nowhere near big enough to take any part of it. The barbs spanned out past the goat's hips, trembling and bobbing in the open air as the goat's plump ass flattened around his cockhead.

The goat's asshole unfurled, spreading in sloppy jerks and motions as it crept over the barely-pointed tip of Nao's cock. The strange new pressure pushed back against their cock, forcing the rest of it even thicker. Nao whined and rutted forward, body again just trapped immobile under the weight of their cock, even if now the sizes were on a whole other order of magnitude.

The goat's hooves shifted on the scree, pebbles clattering against Nao's shoulder, and he just stared up at the goat as he actually sunk fractionally down on the impossible flare of their cock. If he could stretch his entire body to fuck himself on his own cock, he had to be able to take it, but somehow that didn't make the sight any less surreal. The goat bleated, their cock spraying a pulse of precome across the curve of his ass, groaning as he worked himself onto the huge cock.

The goat's immense ass was slowly clamping down on the cockhead, shrinking it minutely, making the rest of the shaft bulge out even more impossibly thicker. The pressure was indescribable, a thousand times tighter than the simple tension of his gel-packed cock, and as the goat's hips distended around the crown of their cockhead he could feel every minute internal ripple, heat rippling all across their cockhead in impossible electric lines.

Their cock was so heavy, engorged with gel, even its automatic flex didn't move it, just made it lurch to the side, half-dragging the goat with it. His hooves scraped over the rocks until he was straddling Nao's face, giving him an up-close view of the impossible stretch of his ass, immense curving hips splayed wide and then stretched further, gel-body distending under the implacable force of their cock, the bizarre stretch of his stomach warped all across the underside of their shaft. Their barbs lurched into the goat, pinned tight to their shaft, only to immediately burst back out once they crawled over the furl of the goat's asshole. Each individual barb stuck out from the goat's hips, hide stretched around them, dulling the points slightly as they dragging up and down through his hips and sides.

The goat's breath was coming out ragged, between sharp bleats. Their cock was pulsing and dripping, half from the goat, mouth open and drooling from the pleasure as he forced himself back on their cock. He kept lurching backward, cock slamming higher inside him now that the cockhead was solidly lodged inside him. His hips and stomach were swelling, the shape of his body fundamentally changing: heavy fat hips growing even wider, cords of new muscle splayed across his abdomen, in a wide spread that only got wider and wider as he sunk further onto their cock.

If it wasn't for the rings inside him, Nao would've come ten times over. Their cock pulsed and jerked, pre spraying in jets inside the goat's stretched body, mingling with the half-absorbed load he'd shot inside the goat earlier. As Nao watched, the milky fluid thinned and separated, smearing through the goat's body to add bulk to the goat's hips and stomach, like what had happened with the lion in reverse, letting the goat stretch further around Nao's cock.

Nao just let his mouth hang open, tongue lolling out as he gave his body over to pleasure, impossible sensations racing through his body. Their cock was squeezed like a vise around the goat's body. Even the impossible gape of the goat's asshole clenched tight around their cock, and the shaft just under him grew fatter and fatter as the goat clamped down.

Still, the goat fucked himself down on their cock, the cockhead deep in his chest, scraping back and forth through his body. The goat's chest and stomach inflated as he sunk further down, hooves stretching further apart, hips churning back and forth on their mammoth shaft. The goat's gel-body just distended, proportions first skewing impossibly and then being half-erased, bloated into incoherency. His barrel-chest just stretched around the crest of their cockhead, his entire body like an extra sheath over their cock.

His stomach and crotch, if anything, looked more and more reasonable as he took more of the cock, sheath smearing back into place to wrap between the goat's thighs, slapping wetly against his gaping asshole. For the first time his anatomy lined up, coherent enough it did actually look like the goat was twisted around his own cock, shaft folded back between his thighs so he could fuck himself in the ass. The goat sunk further, until he hammered his fat ass right down on Nao's stomach, their cock protruding like a pillar from his stomach, its spiraled flesh even further muted by the goat's hide, stretched translucent.

He fucked himself on their cock, body rising and falling only a few feet, most of their cock just trembling and spurting deep in the stretched fold of his stomach, precome sloshing down their cock in streams, glistening through the thin membrane of the goat's body. An extra-large burst erupted each time his unfurled asshole spanked down against Nao's stomach, their achingly large balls bouncing and churning over Nao's thighs, their skin tensing and trying to pull tight against the sheer weight of their four bloated balls. The goat bleated, body still filling out with their mingled pre, sloppy gel going straight to his hips, his huge thighs and ass growing to rival Nao's own as he worked over Nao's cock.

Already the rest of them was starting to merge together - the goat's dark thighs left smears over Nao's hips, and gold-red-purple streaked over the curve of the goat's ass. The gel between them was smearing thick, forming glimmering strings that webbed between the goat's distended ass and Nao's thighs.

The goat slammed down and stuck, and when he pulled up the next time his hips and stomach stretched in a new way, bloating in rubbery layers as their hips smeared together, thickening into a single huge span, sharply curving between their stomachs. The goat groaned, half-fused to Nao, and Nao could feel the denied pulse of his orgasm through their cock, frustrated sensation racing through their cock. The goat groaned, the noise turning into a ragged, cracking bleat as he fucked himself harder against -- into -- Nao. Huge, heavy pumps of precome sloshed into the goat's stomach, bloating the curve faster than it could be re-absorbed, forming a heavy, sloshing pool along their half-joined stomach. The tension of the goat's spasming body clamped tight around their cock, sending pressure in rippling waves down their shaft.

The goat clamped his hands down on Nao's legs, arms sloppily fusing with Nao's buckling legs, smearing his paws longer and leaner, claws blunting and stretching, turning dark to match the goat's hooves. The goat jerked up, hips giving one final kick before merging fully with Nao's body, and the resonating kick of the discs wedged inside him drove upwards, into a buzzing frenzy, before they caved under the increased pressure.

Nao didn't even have a moment to realize they'd stopped; the instant they released his long-denied orgasm slammed into him with the force of a punch, rippling up through his body like it was a solid thing. He tipped his head back and roared, some strange new mixture of a roar and a bleat, dying out with a hitching cry. Their -- or his, again, maybe -- cock practically rippled, heat slamming up from his balls. Sloshing currents of gel mixed inside him, but he was lost, mouth hanging open as the entire length of his cock spasmed once, twice, before erupting.

Half of the burst bubbled around the goat's swollen hide and drooled down his shaft, but the other half burst through, passing through the thin membrane wrapped around his cock to arc up in chunky globs and splatter down around him. They crashed to the ground like bombs; the immense droplets of come hit the ground and practically exploded, spraying come in all directions. His cock lurched, skewing to the side, and the eruption of come followed, heat just boiling up his shaft and bursting into the air, blobby coils wicking down his shaft as the rest shot into the air like an artillery cannon shell, crashing into the mountainside and hosing it down in long, uneven lines as he spent himself in heavy throbbing pulses, stretching the goat's stomach until it was a lopsided blob, an ocean of come churning inside the thin membrane stretched around his cock. His stomach hung over Nao's chest, pressing against his chest and spreading to the sides, the pressure like being immersed in water, a constant heavy pressure all across his body.

The sloppy crackling mess of come sluiced over him, indistinguishable from just more gel, in custardy streaks, vanilla and chocolate. The strange sensation of interpenetration was all the stranger for being somewhat like what had happened with the lion. His muscles spasmed erratically, gel-structure distending and shifting. The gurgling mess of his -- their? -- spraying load just collapsed over them both, gel-flesh of the goat's stomach stretched practically to breaking, blobbing out in thin bulges, lopsided as the goat's slime thinned. The goat's gel clung tighter and tighter to their cock, their load spraying higher and higher through the thin sheet, until it fused with his skin with a shock of sensation, like a sharp tingle rushing all the way down their shaft.

The incoherent structure of the goat's gel was smeared across his balls, sloshing as he fused with Nao's body. Without the pressure of the goat's hanging belly, Nao felt his own body start to reshape itself, pulling sloppy tendrils of goo back and forth across his chest and hips, zig-zagged in bizarre stripes, half his golden-red-purple and half the goat's tan-brown, thickening to mimic the goat's hugely distended hips, thighs immensely bulky, ass practically ballooning outwards as gel shifted into it, the sudden spring lifting his back minutely from the ground as his ass filled out.

His hands shifted too, claws blunting to match his feet, becoming thick black talons, blunt-tipped. It was hard to even tell if he was coming any more; his whole body was churning and shifting, sloppy gel oozing through his limbs. The goat was absorbed fully in him -- or the way around, he'd been fully transformed by the goat. His thighs saw the most impact: fuzzy with shaggy hanks of gel fur, in bunches around his still-bloated sheath. His tail whipped out behind him, tufted thicker with rippling bunches of fur in gooey dribbles. The goat's fur clung to his shoulders and elbows, tufting out in heavy dark bunches, and more streaked down his thighs, stripes like runny paint soaking into his skin, leaving behind thick almost-fur in bunches.

The goat's horns -- the strange metal swam inside him, weirdly solid now that the rest of his body was stretchy gel. The discs churned up through his body, reforming into a linked chain of discs, buzzing and humming as they settled into place up his back. The pushed halfway from his body in a series of differently-sized half-circles, gel dimpling outwards to keep them fully contained. They felt strange, a weird solid tension, the one bone left in a body where everything else had done gooey. They ran up his spine -- where his spine would be -- and to the back of his head, linking together tighter as they shifted around inside his head and eventually distended his forehead, pushing out in blobby, fat-tipped horns. They stretched out with a weirdly sexual thrill, gel-body stretching and pushing outward, horns throbbing fatter and larger, spiraling -- unlike the goat's ramrod-straight helix -- in huge sharp curves, arcing up and forward.

Even getting to his feet felt new. His paw-hooves splayed in strange ways; the merged hoof-claws dug strangely into the rocky ground. And, of course, there was his cock. He was dripping come, in ragged spurts, but it was almost a wholly-mechanical thing -- a pulse deep in his gut, followed by a spurt of milky fluid, barely drooling from his cocktip, visibly pooling and bulging under his translucent flesh.

Unstretched, unkinked, his shaft was shrinking fast, redistributing its gel back to the rest of his body. His balls hung almost to the ground, and only almost because they were shrinking back to normal size too, gel pumping up from his balls into the rest of his body, the heavy ripple of gel flooding through him still a completely alien sensation.

His cock was even more of a bizarre hybrid now. There was a spiraling loop of caramel-chocolate flesh running around his shaft, what would be the outside when tension pulled it into a spiral. The rest of it was still cherry red, and his cockhead was a mottled smear of color. Barbs hung heavy and fat, bulging out from the newly-sloped structure of his cockhead, all the way up to where the tube of his urethra stuck out from the tip of his cockhead. It was... strange. His sheath was shaggy, huge hanks of gel fur bushing out across his thighs and trailing up his stomach, forming teardrop-shaped spines along the edge, like he was in the process of melting, and the heavy tufts of gel-fur ran in a thick line along the furrow of his sac, all the way from the root of his cock just below his ass cheeks up to his sheath.

His center of gravity was way lower, his hips so wide just walking felt bizarre. His thighs were taut, gel-flesh contracting and relaxing in imitation of huge muscles, and even though it was illusory he could still feel the power ripple through them, cording up through his thighs and ass. His paws were still huge, but somehow delicate, the clack of his hooves sending a strange ripple of pressure-sensation up his legs. His tail whipped behind him, slightly more prehensile, and zig-zagged with color, tufted in ragged bunches down its length. His skin all over was a mess, shaggy and striped, red and tan and brown and purple all overlapping and merging together, mixing in a complex and bizarre medley of colors, in streaks and stripes all across his stomach and chest.

His legs revolved in their orbits, hips swaying as he clambered down the mountain.

The horns were making him dizzy, their actually-solid pressure strange, but it was more than that. There was a... something. It was like an intuition, only he knew unmistakably it was an intuition coming from the bizarre machinery of the horns.

An intuition that floated through his head for something to connect to, suddenly snapping into place: the labs. The labs that had been on the island before it was abandoned. He knew exactly where they were, and he was in complete agreement with the strange impulse racing through him: he had to go check them out.