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It was a rather warm day in the Valley of the Four Winds, but the many farmers of the area were not tending to their crops as they normally would be. Recently the Mantid from across the wall had unleashed a terrible plague across the area that had poisoned much of the soil, and killed most of the crops. The fast-acting Tillers Union had managed to concoct an elixir to treat the soil, but it would take time, and without most of Pandaria's farms producing anything, a food shortage was on the horizon.

What few farms that had been spared the Mantid's wrath were to step-up food production enormously, and it was one of these farms, nestled on the outskirts of the Valley, between two particularly-large mountains, that Dao'shen made his home. It was likely it's location that had guarded it from the blight, and the pandaren was immensely grateful for his good fortune. He had been tasked with doubling the amount of crops he was growing, which was quite the task considering he lived and worked alone. To assist him with this task, the Union was sending over a farmhand for him, someone from beyond the mists who had already helped out another local farmer, and who showed great promise in agriculture.

The farmhand-in-question, Lars Redfang, was strolling down the dirt path that led through the gentle countryside towards Dao'shen's farm. He hadn't heard much about the owner of this farm, or much about the farm at all, only that he was to go there and help out. Wanting to make a good first impression, the grey-furred worgen had dressed in his finest work clothes, a smart red-and-black chequered shirt, and some dark-blue pants. Even if they were going to be grass-strained and worse within a few hours of work, Lars liked to at least look presentable when he met someone new.

The path soon winded around a mountain, weaving between it and another nearby one. As he rounded the corner, he was surprised to see a large farm, complete with sizeable farmhouse, nestled between them. There was even a small stream running down one edge and feeding into a large pond.

Lars was clearly taken aback by how perfect this relatively small area seemed to be for farming, and how well used every inch of the land was. As he admired the area though, he soon heard heavy footsteps coming from the house, and soon the sheet that covered the huge entryway was pulled back, a pandaren squeezing his way out of it.

The worgen's purple eyes widened in amazement at the male before him, for a multitude of reasons. Firstly he was tall, well, not just tall, -towering-, he had to be at least ten feet tall if not more. As well as this, he was built rather well, his arms particularly showed great strength in their sheer musculature, but his keen level of fitness was betrayed by the simply-colossal belly that jutted out from him massively, wobbling lightly with every movement he made. What Lars was the most transfixed on though was the man's chest, rather than a set of large pectorals, he had what looked to be a pair of absolutely-gigantic breasts, only held in a stretched, buttoned-up black tunic that left nothing to the imagination, the outlines of his oversized nipples bulged out from the fabric, tenting it on their own.

Lars quickly caught himself gawping, shaking his head and straightening himself up as he approached the colossal man.

"Ahem, greetings," the lithe worgen exclaimed, holding a clawed hand out to the pandaren, who had only just noticed the smaller man was even there, a surprised look on his face, followed quickly by a warm smile.

"Aha, hello there little one, my name is Dao'shen, what brings you to my humble home?" he reached out, taking the worgen's hand in his much larger one, and shaking it enthusiastically.

The soon-to-be-farmhand blushed faintly as he took in the titan's form from up close, he himself only reached as high as his lower-chest, the underside of those mountainous mounds hanging heavily before him, which certainly didn't help matters. Eventually though he found his voice, and managed to calm himself down somewhat.

"Lars, Lars Redpaw, the Tillers sent me to help you expand your farm and... well... here I am," he rubbed the back of his neck, clearly very nervous around the enormous hunk, though Dao'shen just chuckled softly, the worgen's eyes widening once again as he watched those immense hills of furred flesh shake violently, fighting for freedom from that pesky garment.

"Hah, no need to be nervous Lars, you sure seem friendly enough, so I'm sure we'll get along like a house on fire," he smiled widely and patted Lars' shoulder, walking over to a bare patch of land, and ushering the worgen to join him. The smaller made followed quickly, Dao'shen grabbing a hoe and a large bag of seeds, holding the bag out to him, "Gotta prepare the soil, hope ya don't mind jumping right in with it," he beamed before he turned around and swung the tool, hitting it into the ground, before dragging it through the soil, creating the shallow trenches that the seeds would be planted in.

Lars just stared at the bag in his hands for a moment, nodding and joining the pandaren in his work, tearing the large packet open and shaking a few seeds out every few inches along the trenches, then covering them over with soil. While he worked though, his gaze would continually creep back over to Dao'shen, watching him work, ogling at his tremendous body, parts of which would shake and sway for quite a while after each swing of his farming implement.

The work would last for quite some time, considering they had to double the amount of land the farm was using to grow crops. The sun shone down brightly over them while they worked, and while Lars remained cool enough, not really having to do much strenuous work at the moment, the pandaren was getting rather warm indeed, tugging at his jerkin.

"Ngh, hope you don't mind if I take this off, I'm roasting," before Lars even registered what the massive male meant by this, Dao'shen was already unbuttoning his black vest, quickly pulling it open so those gargantuan melons of his blasted out, Lars' jaw practically hitting the ground. Not only did those mammoth peaks look at least twice their previous size now, but the black fur that covered them was seeping with sweat, so much so it was literally dripping off those mighty hills. The worgen's nose twitched as he detected the heavenly aroma of the pandaren's powerful musk, filling his nostrils with the unbearably-masculine scent, it alone sending pangs of pleasure coursing through his body. On top of -this-, he was also mesmerised by the stud's oversized nipples, which pushed out proudly from those goliath globes, pulsating softly in the warm air.

Lars was panting at the sight, Dao'shen noticing this and tilting his head slightly, "Mmh? Something wrong there, Lars?" The worgen quickly turned his head away, his face reddening furiously as he stumbled over his words.

"I eh... eheh... nope, p-perfectly fine, just a little... eager to get more work done is all," he leant down and shook the bag of seeds frantically, emptying much of it's contents into the trench, the pandaren just quirking a brow, clearly -very- confused, but he shrugged it off and went back to work.

The next few weeks went quite the same way, both men working hard to expand the farm, and to get a wide variety of crops growing to make up for the deficit in the valley. However, between the sparse rains, the temperature was broiling, and Lars ended up watching Dao'shen work shirtless almost every day. He always managed to regain his composure though, if only barely, but he would always steal glimpses of those behemoth breasts at every opportunity. He'd never seen a man with assets like those before, let along a massive, beefy brute like Dao'shen. Well, he wasn't really a brute, Lars was surprised at how warm and kind the hulking male was, the farmer treated the worgen incredibly well, and this only made Lars fall for him even more, not only a physical attraction, but a romantic one too. Of course he kept this to himself, he highly doubted the much larger male had any similar interest in him beyond friendship, but he was content with just that, and made sure to work as hard as he could for his new friend.

One particular evening, about a month or so after he first arrived at the farm, Lars and Dao'shen were sitting down for dinner. The worgen always loved what the other man cooked, every mealtime was a treat when you lived with someone as culinarily-gifted as Dao'shen. Tonight it was a Wildfowl Stew, with extra helpings of mashed potato. Lars had already polished off most of his, as delicious as ever, but as he looked over to his friend, he saw that the pandaren had barely even touched his. The worgen was very surprised indeed, Dao'shen would always be the first to finish a meal, and he always had at least three-times the amount of food as the smaller male did anyway. Something was definitely wrong, so Lars was quick to ask.

"Something wrong Dao?" the worgen furrowed his brow, a look of concern across his face. The pandaren looked up from his meal, feigning a smile and shaking his head.

"Oh, I'm fine," was all he said, then once again stared forlornly back to his food.

"You don't look fine, come on, you can tell me," he smiled warmly up at his friend, who once again looked to him, hesitating this time, before sighing softly.

"I suppose I should tell you," he looked to the side, biting his lower lip, and remaining silent for the next few moments. Lars gave him the time he needed, and was rewarded when Dao'shen finally spoke.

Since you came here I... I've really taken a shine to you," he smiled weakly, managing to keep eye contact for the moment, the worgen beaming back happily.

"Thanks, I really like you too," he replied, before the pandaren frowned again, going on.

"It's eh... it's not just that though, I... I -really- like you," he gulped, turning away again, Lars tilting his head a little, though his eyes widened when he realised what Dao'shen was getting at, a tense feeling of shock hitting him, before a more gentle warmth of relief filled his body.

He reached up, patting his friend on the shoulder, before he answered, "I feel the same way," was his short reply, the massive pandaren peering down at him confusedly, having to do a double take.

"What? S-So you mean you... ," he struggled to think if a word for it, but the worgen helped him along.

"I have feelings for you, pretty strong ones. At first they were just physical, but over time I really fell for how friendly you are, hah, sorry, I'm just rambling now," he rubbed the back of his neck, embarrassed. Dao'shen brightened up considerably and pulled the worgen into a tight, warm hug.

"Hah, that's wonderful news! I thought it was just me, oh I've been so nervous lately, thinking you'd hate me or something," the farmer tightened the hug, Lars happily nuzzling against the much larger male, with their height different his face was being squashed into the underside of one of those barely-contained breasts, but he didn't seem to mind, and he wrapped his arms around as much of that vast gut the pandaren had, that he could, hugging back.

"If it isn't too much to ask, could I... kiss you?" Dao'shen asked the much smaller male, a blush on both men's faces at the question, but Lars just craned his neck up, the pandaren leaning down so their lips could meet, a gentle murr leaving the pandaren as he kissed the worgen, pulling him even tighter against himself, and at their current positions, this meant that most of Lars' body was pressed against the farmer's gargantuan bosom, the worgen having to be careful not to get lost between them. As the kiss tightened, Lars couldn't help but let his hands explore, slowly moving up from the man's massive stomach, and reaching the soft, barely-covered furred-flesh that covered his mountainous chest. As his hands roamed the undersides of those godly globes, Dao'shen moaned into the kiss, and slightly opened his mouth, his tongue pushing against Lars' lips. The worgen eagerly responded in kind, and soon the two were frantically making out, both men's arousal escalating quickly. Pretty soon the worgen was grabbing at the pandaren's jerkin and tearing it open, groaning as he felt those gigantic jugs squash against him, feeling the warmth they radiated, feeling the soft, short fur that covered the immense plains brush against his body. He grabbed large handfuls of the oversized assets, squeezing them, groping them, weighing them in his hands. He moaned out louder as he found he could barely even lift one of the behemoth breasts, but he soon located something even more awe-inspiring, Dao'shen's nipples. With all the fervent toying Lars had given him, the farmer was hugely-horny at this point, and his nipples were at their full size, truly-massive, pushing out thickly, and throbbing madly. The moment Lars so much as touched them though, they seemed to pump up even larger, and the much larger man had to break the kiss, throwing his head back and roaring out in ecstasy.

The sheer magnitude of pleasure he could see Dao'shen was experiencing ushered him on to be a little more daring, he moved his head toward the deep chasm between those rolling hills, and lightly pressed his long muzzle into it, feeling those huge, warm mounds pressing in on his face, and moaning out deeply. His tongue poked out from his maw and he began lapping it about wildly over what he could reach of those near-endless expanses, revelling in their softness, and how they lightly shook with the pandaren's excitement. While he was doing his, his hands were grabbing even more fiercely at those mammoth nubs, his long, clawed fingers not quite able to fully encompass them, but doing an admirable enough job. Making sure he didn't hurt his much larger friend, he began to 'pump' them, holding onto them firmly as he jerked those thick pads of flesh, as if he were milking a bovine rather than pleasuring the farmer. Regardless, both actions seemed to bring Dao'shen to even greater heights of pleasure, his moans growing louder and deeper, and the distinctive sound of liquid sloshing about could be heard. At first the worgen struggled to pinpoint the source of the unusual noise, but soon he paused as he realised they were coming from within those colossal jugs the pandaren was gifted with, and it took only a second or two for him to deduce exactly -why- he could hear that noise.

As if reading his mind, the pandaren chose then to pipe up, his voice a tad more timid than usual, "Ngh, L-Lars... I should probably tell you that I... m-make milk in these things," he blushed more darkly now before continuing, "If you'd like to you could... ehh... drink from me... only if you want to of course," he smiled widely down with some hope that the worgen would do just that, and as soon as he was given permission, Lars slid over so that one of those massive nipples was staring him in the face. He opened his mouth, as much as he could actually, and thankfully for him, worgen were built with wide-enough maws to just about fit around one of the pandaren's oversized nubs. As soon he he was in position, he'd bite down softly, before beginning to suck on the obscenely-thick pad, Dao'shen immediately roaring out in bliss, few things excited him more than a man or two drinking from him, and this worgen was clearly -very- eager, already suckling madly, his hands returning to that gargantuan globe and stroking around that enormous teat lovingly, sinking slightly into the acres of soft flesh.

A few more moments of heavy panting from the hunky pandaren was followed by a bellowing moan, and the worgen would nearly be forced back by the fierce eruption of milk down his throat, gallons of the rich, creamy nectar surging out of that breast and into his mouth. He held on tightly, both with his hands and mouth, grounding himself, and gulping down that delicious cream, a deep murr echoing from him. Dao'shen grabbed the sides of his gargantuan mounds, squeezing them together so that the tide of dairy grew stronger, testing Lars' strength, but through sheer force of will, he summoned the energy to fight back against the powerful geyser, guzzling the stuff down as if he hadn't drank for weeks. The pandaren's other breast was unloading too, a deluge of his milk splurting out over much of the room, showering every piece of furniture in the blast zone. The farmer didn't seem to find though, too far gone with pleasure to worry about such things, the only thing on his mind was the beast one his chest.

"Nnngh, oh Lars, yes! Mmmh, h-harder! Please!" Dao'shen roared out, begging the worgen to ravage his highly-sensitive and oh-so-goliath globes even more, a task the smaller male happily took up. He was heavily kneading that humongous mountain, biting down harder on the giant nipple which filled his mouth, though it's sheer size and turgidity ensured this did no harm, and only stimulated it's owner more. He also managed to force his tongue against the milk-gushing teat, at first just gently licking over it, before soon finding the small slit that the cream was coming out from. He abruptly drove his tongue into it, actually forcing it inside the pandaren's nipple, and plugging up the milk's only escape route. This of course sent waves of pleasure through the enormous farmer, and his mighty body trembling sent tremors through much of the house, paintings falling off the walls due solely to Dao'shen's arousal.

*RIIIIIP * The sound filled both men's ears as the much larger man's pants -finally- gave way, his truly-monumental manhood bursting free, fully-hard and throbbing dangerously at the size of six-feet long, hugely-thick and all. It slapped against his massive gut, and the head wedged itself firmly between those godly globes, streaming precum throughout the man's copious cleavage.

The sight alone could have caused Lars to shoot if he wasn't desperately holding back, but it was enough to have him pull back, his entire front immediately splattered in the pandaren's milk as he did so. He moved back between those breasts, or rather in front of that titanic manhood, which had rudely stolen his spot. He peered up at Dao'shen, not even able to see the farmer's face from over those gigantic mounds.

"Dao'shen... I... I can't believe just how... irresistible you are," his words were drenched in lust as he stared blankly at that goliath meat which towered over him, pulsating rapidly, precum already dripping messily down it's great length. "Every inch of you is just so... perfect, so undeniably-captivating. I only hope I can worship you the way you deserve to be," he trailed off as he leant in closer, mashing his face against Dao'shen's giant erection, causing it to lurch violently and send a wave of precum up over the farmer's face, who only moaned out louder and licked what he could of it up. Lars then began to jerk that pillar of manliness as quickly as he could, though his hands didn't make it even half-way around that obscenely-thick shaft, still, it seemed to be working, Dao'shen squashing his mammoth melons tighter around his cock, then starting to thrust his hips wildly, so that he was mercilessly tit-fucking himself. Every time that enormous python thrust up between those expansive plains, and that huge head neared the pandaren's lips, he'd take in the powerful scent of his own musky preseed, and lap up what he could of it, until the next thrust.

All of this was having a powerful effect on both men, Lars' hands had slipped down from Dao'shen's mighty cock, and was now handling those giant balls of his roughly, though he was only able to knead them, as much as he tried, he was unable to so much as lift the colossal sack, weighed down far too much with the sheer volume of seed the farmer had been brewing up over the last few weeks.

Those vast reservoirs of cum were bubbling wildly now as Dao'shen mustered all his willpower to hold back, but the feeling of the worgen wildly groping his hefty balls frantically, not to mention the sensation of ploughing his own gargantuan rack was too much, and soon he had to throw his head back, murring out in pleasure, the whole room shaking now as he finally reached climax. The pandaren's face was soon plastered in his thick, creamy cum as it fired out of his goliath cock by the kegful, before it began coating the ceiling and much of the walls. It also soon rained down over those truly-mammoth peaks of his, the black-furred mounds soon a pristine-white as the tar-like seed drooled lewdly down them. Lars too wouldn't escape unscathed, as huge dollops landed on him, this the final straw for the worgen as he too began shooting in his pants, a decent-sized load, but paled by the literal flood that was spewing forth from Dao'shen's towering erection. The farmhand just scooped up whatever landed on his face and happily wolfed it down, not-so-surprised the find his friend's cum was equally as delectable as his milk, which was still gushing wildly from both 'cannons'.

Eventually though, after Dao'shen was truly spent, his loads would finally halt, and both men were left panting heavily, catching their breaths and staring around at the cum-and-milk filled lounge. Just as Lars was about to apologize though, he felt the pandaren's huge arms wrap around him, and pull him back into a tight hug, the pandaren standing to his full height so the worgen was mashed into that enormous belly.

"That was one of the most amazing experiences in my life, thank you so, so much, Lars," he held him tightly, beaming brightly down at the much smaller male who still couldn't see past those colossal melons. "If you'd like, you're free to stay here, even after all this work is done," he stroked up and down along the worgen's back tenderly, Lars returning the affection by rubbing that mammoth gut.

"I'd like that," was all he said, moving in to nuzzle Dao'shen's belly, smiling wider than he ever had, ready to begin a new chapter of his life.