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Tales from the Nexus: Steaming Hot

The spa was called New You.

It was located far from the city and nestled on a nice little hill that had unobstructed views of the rolling planes around it. The building had a very futuristic feel about it with broad, glass walls covering most of its exterior it and geometric shapes scattered throughout, mixed with a few swooping curves made of what could only be titanium that reflected the light in such a way that at some points, it shone a brilliant shade of gold. Outside there was a lush green garden out front and numerous decorative water fountains. It was a brilliant mix of modern design and nature, showing the beauty and sophistication of the facility. However, they also seemed to live up to the ideal that this was some sort of ultra-modern, tropical day spa and planted palm trees leading up to the front entrance.

Gont regarded the pamphlet that he had been given at the graphics design firm he worked at. Recently they had hired a new intern; a big muscular snow leopard that wore a tank top to work and with muscles so lean and defined that it was like each blood vessel was a string of pasta barely contained beneath a soft coating of spotted grey fur. He often boasted about how he always came to work after the gym but he never seemed to carry the stench of wet animal that most furs got whenever they worked up a sweat. No, somehow he always seemed to smell like he had just taken a scented bath and applied a healthy splash of cologne. It was he who had told Gont of this place and even got him a free session.

With nothing better to do on his forced leave - which upper management had imposed upon him for working too hard - he decided that if someone else was going to pay for the treatment, he might as well give it a try. Although he much rather preferred relaxing in front of the TV or with a good book, far away from his computer or graphics tablet on his days off. Still, he had never been 'pampered' before and the thought of some stranger rubbing their hands all over his body was a little un-nerving. But today was also going to be his 'unplugged day' where he wouldn't bring any form of technology with him. If he could manage it. Last time he attempted an 'unplugged day', he ended up driving back home from the hotel and just parking himself in front of his PC. It was likely that such habits had gotten him his chronic leg cramps and occasional back pains.

Gont carried his pudgy 5'3'' frame towards the glass doors, fully expecting them to either slide open or swing open automatically. But then to his utter surprise, the moment he approached, a lattice of beautiful floral cuts appeared all over the door. The slices of glass then neatly folded away into the corners of the doorframe in perfect synchronisation with a musical trill that filled the air.

Now that was impressive.

Inside there was a receptionist area along with a small waiting room set up with a few couches nearby and some magazines. Behind the main desk sat a pleasant looking woman, a human, sitting behind the counter and quietly filing her nails. Upon seeing him, she smiled and swept back her long, red hair before she tied it back in a ponytail and beamed.

"Hello and welcome to the New You Day Spa Facility," she intoned_._ "How may I assist your change into a better you today?"

What a curious greeting.

He then quickly shrugged it off and handed the receptionist the pamphlet, complete with the referral from that obnoxious intern. "Uh... Yeah, hi. I'd like to claim this."Ending the statement there seemed a little... blunt. "Please?" he added.

The receptionist smiled and regarded the pamphlet for a brief moment before she brought it down next to her computer and began typing. Gont then quietly waited as he watched her sharp green eyes dart back and forth from the ticket to the computer screen. Glancing downwards he finally noticed her nametag that had the name 'Zoe' written on it. After a few moments had passed, Zoe grinned and with a flamboyant flourish, she hit the 'enter' key and gave a short 'ah'.

"Everything looks to be in order," she exclaimed brightly. "So you have a variety of selections that we can start you off with. The first is -"

She suddenly cut herself off when a strange sound started to echo through the building. Both Zoe and Gont turned to see as a rather portly man with an intense amount of body hair came out of a hallway dressed in nothing but a towel. Gont would admit that he was not much of a looker himself, being rather pudgy himself and with pasty white skin from staying mostly indoors in front of his computer, but this guy was like looking into the near future. While Gont still had a full head of dark brown hair, this poor fellow already had a prominent bald spot that he tried to comb over in vain. The similarities continued with the light peach fuzz for a beard that they both possessed. As some consolation, Gont was relieved that he was at least hairless when it came to the body hair but this guy seemed like he hand an aura of fuzz hanging around his body.

"Oh Mr. Aarons," Zoe said, giving the man an exasperated stare and a patronising smile. "I told you that once you had finished undressing, you should use the call button and I'd come and take you to your first session."

The man ducked his head, a blush running all over his body, turning his pale flesh a rosy pink. "I tried using the button but... I... uh... I couldn't find it."

Zoe continued to smile pleasantly and got out from behind the curved, black counter. Everything about the facility so dark and modern looking that Mr. Aarons in his pale skin and white towel stood out so prominently in comparison. "Of course not. Please come with me." She then turned towards Gont. "I'll be with you in a moment Mr...?"

"Gont. Just call me Gont."

"What a nice name. Just take a seat over there and Ill be with you in just a few moments." Zoe then turned around and took Aarons by the arm and began leading his down the hallway. Gont looked around the room for a brief moment, remarking in the jet-black color of the entire room before he walked over and parked himself on one of the couches nearby. Like the rest of the facility, the couch was black but made of a rather comfortable leather.. A stack of magazines sat on a table made of clear glass in front of him. With the rooms dark colour and floor, the combination of the glass and the dark surroundings almost made it seem like the magazines were floating in mid-air. An Illusion that the interior designers may have thought up at some point.

Gont reached down and plucked the first magazine from the stack. It was a fur fitness magazine. Naturally, that meant everyone within its pages was ripped, stunningly handsome and simply oozed masculinity. Gont grimaced and set it aside but found little else in terms of variety when it came to reading material. If it wasn't a fitness magazine, it was a lifestyle magazine geared specifically for furs or an underwear catalogue for furs. He was starting to think that there was a theme going on here but he dismissed it as it seemed he wasn't the only human customer here, not to mention the fact that the receptionist was human as well.

"Ah, Mr. Gont. Are you ready?"

Gont looked up as Zoe beckoned him towards the door that Aarons and waddled out of a few moments ago.

"So you have a selection of three packages today," said the receptionist as Gont approached. She then held up three individual booklets in her dainty hands that were tipped with rosey red nails.. "The Urban Jungle deal is best suited for office workers who constantly spend their time in front of computers, on uncomfortable seats, hunched over their monitors and only occasionally getting up either to go to meetings, grab another cup of coffee or go to the bathroom."

Gont nodded. "That sounds like -"

Zoe then suddenly cut him off. "It consists of a full body scrub followed by an hour immersed in our patented relaxation gel and then an hour long full body massage with scented oil. You can rest assured that you will be as healthy as a horse by the time you're done."

"That's nice. I think -"

"Then there's the Avid Adventurer package," Zoe continued, completely ignoring him. Almost as if she had stated this information a million times and did not want to be interrupted. "This is for those people who get out and about and need a bit of care for their bodies after being exposed to the elements for so long. You'll find old injuries even from years ago gone and melted away in our scented baths. You will then experience a deep tissue massage that will make every muscle feel so relaxed that you will feel like they were made of jello . After that a full body scrub will make sure that your skin is as beautiful as you feel and then we'll top it all off with a relaxing moment in our steam room. You'll be raving and ready to take on the challenges of the world. You'll be like a tiger on the prowl!" Zoe finished with a bubbly laugh.

"Riiiight. Well, I'm not much -"

"And our last package available to you," Zoe continued, "is the Full Moon package, our Director's personal favourite. It's made for those that want to leave their worries at the door and come out fresh, revitalised and a new person by the end of it all. We'll start you off with a rejuvenating mud bath that will cleanse your skin and clean out those pores. This is followed by a nice, long scented bath guaranteed to make wash away every inch of stress from your body. Then we finish off with our steam room built to leave you without a care in the world and a new lease on life."

Gont waited. When Zoe didn't say anything, he assumed she had finally finished. "Alright. Well, that all sounds great and all but I'm not much of an adventurer and if it's all the same with you, I don't like the idea of people running their hands all over me. So I think I'll go for the _Full Moon_package then."

She clapped her hands joyfully. "An excellent choice!"

With a gentle hand on his shoulder, she led him into what he could only assume was the change room. There were dozens of lockers along the walls as well as a few benches for those who needed a place to sit. He was given a locker marked 43 store his belongings in and she told him that he'd find a towel and a detailed explanation of the other packages available inside.

"I'll just go tell the guys in the back to prepare your treatment," Zoe said. "Take your time getting ready and feel free to watch the video detailing our founding and what we stand for." Zoe stated in a rehearsed manner. "When you're ready, you'll find a call button inside your locker. Just give it a press and I'll be here to assist you."

Remembering how flustered poor Mr. Aarons was, Gont made a note to use that button. He thanked Zoe and she headed out to leave him in peace. As he began to strip down, he vaguely wondered if there was a lady's change room. Normally they would be side-by-side but as he hadn't seen any sign of one as he came in. In fact, he was starting to get the inkling that this place was made exclusively for men. But he wasn't going to judge and began to strip off his clothing.

All the while, he was vaguely paying attention to the video playing on the monitors that hung from the walls. Only when the loop started up again did he start to actually take the speach. A strong, masculine voice spoke in a pleasant baritone as images of the day spa and its various facilities glided across the screen.

"The New You Day Spa was founded three years ago to give men of all walks of life a chance to leave behind their worries, cares and burdens at the door and emerge a new man. This facility is one of many under the New You brand founded by NexCare_, the branch of the_ Nexus Conglomerate that specialises in health and general well-being.

"After years of taking care of the employees within the Nexus Conglomerate as an internal health benefit, NexCare eventually branched out and became its own standing branch and has since begun helping people find a new lease on life not only through relaxing day spas such as this one but also in providing consultation in terms of work-home balance, psychological assessments and a distribution of vaccinations and medical treatments."

So this place was built on the money made from a cold-hearted corporation capitalising on other corporations insecurity about their employee's health. He rolled his eyes and wondered just how much an actual treatment here would cost normally. He guessed that that intern - what was that muscle-head's name? - would likely get a free session himself or a discount for getting someone in. Returning customers was where the money was, after all.

"Here are the New you Day Spa, we specialise in making sure that you leave this facility feeling and looking like a new man."

Testimonials cut through the narration and Gont felt a little unnerved that all of people who spoke were big and very muscled furs. Although really that made a lot of sense. It was clear who the Spa was targeted at and they could likely charge a fortune due to furs higher maintenance needs when compared to humans. After all, a simple perm or full body massage for a human didn't have to go through a whole body's worth of thick fur. And as for the muscular eye candy? Clearly a hook to bring people in. Gont sighed at his own round body and wondered if there was a spare towel he could find that would allow him to wrap rotund frame to avoid the shame of being paraded out the front for any potential customers to see.

The little video then ended with the words, "NexCare. We change because we care."

It had already been a few minutes so Gont assumed that Zoe had his first treatment ready. So he opened his locker and pushed the call button. Within ten seconds, Zoe was already poking her head into the room and beaming.

"Ah! You're ready I see! Excellent!" She beckoned him to follow. "Your mud bath is ready."

"Thanks," Gont murmured and followed shortly behind. He was still a little hesitant about stepping out into the cold atrium barefoot but he didn't complain as they walked the relatively short distance to the next room.

Zoe then unlocked the door and let him into the adjacent hallway, the same one that Aarons had disappeared down a few moments ago. After a short walk down the hallway she and pushed open the next door and walked inside. As Gont stepped in however, what sat before him startled him.

The warm, afternoon sun drizzled in from skylights, golden rays dancing delicately across the wooden floorboards. In the middle of the massive room there was a single rectangular tub filled with brown mush that he assumed that he was expected to slip inside. Another wide TV screen was mounted on the ceiling opposite to where his head was expected to lie on a pillow and a few feet away there was a full bar and grill at his disposal. The sound of the pool bubbleing slightly was only slightly broken by the sizzling sound of what smelled like scallops, bacon and something else quite savoury being cooked behind the bar.

Beyond the room with the mud bath, however, was another section divided by glass doors. He could see that, like this one, natural sunlight was allowed to stream in from several windows and the tub inside was already filled with steaming water. to the side there was another door with the big words 'steam room' plastered above the door.

It seemed that his treatment was to take a linear path.

"I kind of expected there to be a bunch of tubs..." he admitted, stepping up to the edge of the mud bath.

"We here at New You feel that if you have full baths beside you, it makes you feel more self-conscious," Zoe responded in a sing-song tone. "This way, you feel more natural and at ease. This session is all about you." She took his hand gently and gave it a light pat. "Now then, go ahead and slip in."

Gont nodded and let his towel drop to the floor and -

"Oh no, this will not do," Zoe said, shaking her head.

"What?" he replied. Had she finally taken in his pudgy physique and decided that he wouldn't fit in the tub? Was she going to say that he was a lost cause and there was nothing they could do for him?

"Your underwear," she said, pointing at his bright, blue boxers. "They need to go."

Gont froze. "Wh - what?"

"You seriously can't expect to submerge yourself in soothing mud and in _those_do you?" she said, shaking her head. "They need to be taken off. Besides, you didn't bring a spare pair, did you?"

Blushing, Gont admitted that he did not in a soft murmur. His skin was starting to prickle and turn red as he turned away from Zoe and wiggled out of his underwear. Not like she could see much of anything anyway. He hadn't been able to actually see his own cock without a mirror in years. So much for not feeling self-conscious. He slowly, lowered himself into the mud bath, gasping in shock as the warm, almost goo-like substance clung to his toes. After having his feet tap across cold hard floor for a while, it was a bit of a shock.

However, as he started to slide his feet more and more into the mud, he actually starting to like the warmth. He braced himself as his balls and two inch flaccid dick began to inch closer and closer to the surface of the soft surface. It was surprising that he didn't yelp back in pain as he slowly dipped himself into the pool. As the warmth of the fluids wrapped around him, he let out a soft sigh. It was actually starting to feel rather relaxing and that dull throbbing in base of his spine was starting to fade away in the gentle rhythms of the mud bath.

"This 'mud' is actually made of a special formula developed by _NexCare_to optimise relaxation and wear down impurities all over your body. While I would not recommend submerging yourself entirely, an assistant will be with you shortly to cover your face in some of the substance to leave your skin feeling fresh and relaxed for the bath to come."

"Cool..." Gont gave her a lopsided grin. "Am I going to get little cucumbers to go over my eyes?"

She laughed brightly. "If you want but speaking of food..." He stepped aside and gestured at the bar and then at the button beside his right hand. "Pressing that button will call over the very same assistant. It is an open bar and you will be offered some canapés to munch on while you enjoy our range of quality programming. All costs are covered in the packages so please, feel free to eat but leave plenty of room as you still have another two treatments to go through and each with their own meals!"

"Wow..." Gont said. "Spa treatments and meals. Don't think I've ever heard of that before."

"NexCare stands out from our competitors because, well... we care." She beamed broadly at him. "Well, relax, enjoy and if you need anything, hit that button." Again, she indicating the button beside him. "NexCare. We change because we care."

She gave him a little bow and then headed out, shutting the door behind her.

The privacy of the room and the warm sun shining in down into the room without actually hitting him was actually quite pleasant. He wondered how the mud stayed so warm but decided not to question it. He dunked his arms into the pool and settled in, resting his head back on the pillow and letting out a contented sigh.

Every inch of his body was feeling very relaxed. The stress and tension of work, the aggravation of dealing with that new intern and the annoyance of driving all the way out here all began to fade away in the gentle undulations of the mud bath. Not one to sit still for too long, Gont picked up the remote control beside him and switched on the TV. Quality shows indeed! He was pleasantly surprised that this facility had decent TV this far out in the middle of nowhere.

He was just starting to get into a good show when the door opened and a big, muscly masseur stepped in.

The man - human, thankfully - was dressed in a black shirt with two white stripes running down from his right shoulder down his chiselled v-shaped flanks. A pair of black shorts revealed his chiselled thighs and the healthy amount of hair on his otherwise tanned and sculpted legs. The man had a rather beautiful set of curly blonde hair that kind of reminded Gont of a surfer but he had the clean, pressed look of one who worked out but was still all business without being too much of a frat boy.

"Good day, sir," said the man. "My name is Ian. I'll be your assistant for your treatment today. Is there anything I can get for you?"

Gont pursed his lips and gave it some thought. "Well, I could use a drink."

"Any drink you'd like in particular sir?"

"Uh... A Coke?"

Ian gave him a cute, broad smile. "Come on. You've got a full bar in front of you and all you want is a Coke?"

"Well, what would you have then?" Gont asked.

Beaming, Ian headed over to the bar and began making a drink. "My specialty. A cucumber iced martini."

"That sounds... weird..."

"Trust me. It's amazing." Ian rolled his blue eyes for emphasis and began to cook up the drink. Gont watched him work and was rather fascinated how such big, burly arms could move with such precision. He was mesmerised by the thick throbbing vein on Ian's left bicep that only appeared when he bent his arm but when he stretched out said arm, Gont got a good view of Ian's vascular forearms.

Gont immediately turned away from the sight, sensing something starting to bubble up deep inside of him; a little thought that made him wonder what it would be like to have arms like those. To be able to flex them, see them bulge. His cheeks began to burn again and he had to force himself to focus on the relaxing waves of heat washing over him.

Such thoughts were a little... alien to him but he was curious what they meant. Grateful for the thickness of the mud and the fact that Ian couldn't see what he was doing, Gont reached down towards his crotch and was surprised to confirm he was hard! He bit back a moan as he touched the sensitive flesh of his five inch, erect dick. The heat from the mud wasn't helping him go down at all and the confusing thoughts of being big, buff and ripped like Ian only made it even more difficult to go down.

"Here you go, sir," Ian said, setting down a cool, light green drink beside him. "I'll get to work on your food."

"Thanks," Gont said quickly and he picked up the martini glass. He had never had a martini before and wasn't sure what to expect. The salt at the edge of the glass, however, worked extremely well with the sugar within the cool, refreshing drink. He actually liked it a lot. "Is there any alcohol in this?"

"No sir," Ian replied. "If you want me to make you something stronger..."

"No. This is good." Gont took another sip. "I might have another, actually..." he whispered to himself as he returned to the show flashing on screen in front of him.

The show started to get really engaging by the time Ian came back with a tray of food. The masseur explained that what he had in front of him was some deep fried risotto balls, a mini wagyu beef burger, lamb rolls and a small seared scallop salad. Gont devoured it all, loving the saltiness of the risotto balls mixed with the richness of the lamb rolls. So much so that he asked for more and Ian was only all too happy to provide.

He was really starting to relax more and more and genuinely enjoy himself. Even once all the food was gone, he felt surprisingly light in the mud bath like he was floating. Then Ian said it was time to apply the mud to his face.

Gont tensed up as the big masseur came over with a bowl of the same substance. He was about to reject the offer when he saw Ian's big, muscly arms again and he had to focus on keeping himself from moaning. He shut his eyes to keep focus and Ian took that as a sign to proceed. Gently, Ian began applying the mud pack over his face. It was a little cooler than the one in the bath but it was nevertheless very relaxing.

The gentle pressure Ian applied and the rhythmic strokes allowed Gont to ease back into the pillow, resting his head back and letting Ian to his work. As the masseur moved away from his right eye, Gont dared to open it and got a good view of Ian's thick, vascular arm from up close. He could see every line of muscle in the appendage and in the right light, he could see every movement as the masseur applied the mud. Gont found himself getting hard again but this time, he didn't fight it. He even went so far as to seize his cock and give it a few tugs, imagining that thick arm was wrapped around his own dick and attached to his own body.

He wanted an arm like that.

But all too soon, Ian was done and instructed him to relax.

Ian quickly headed into the adjacent room, no doubt to prepare the next part of the treatment. Gont watched him go, eyeing those diamond-hard, heart-shaped calves and how they stuck out so proudly. He even dared to spy on Ian's perfectly shaped buttocks, wondering how it would feel to have such a tight ass.

His fantasies ended, however, when Ian ducked out of view and Gont had to let out a little sigh of disappointment. Forced with nothing else to do, he turned back to the show before him, a little frustrated that he was currently in a mud bath. He doubted_NexCare_ would appreciate him spilling his seed in the pool.

A good thirty minutes later, Ian returned, sparking Gont's energy again.

"Time to move on to the next treatment, sir," Ian said.

Fantasies at that point would not be a good idea especially seeing as he was completely naked. Gont tried his best to rise out of the tub but needed Ian's help. The mud had stuck to him and was strangely heavy as it weighed him down. He mentally laughed at the thought that the mud did not want to let him go as Ian brought a stack of large towels and began to wipe the mud off Gont with gentle strokes.

It was a pity that Ian had a towel in his hands because Gont won't have been opposed to having the muscular man's hands all over his body. Though if he were a little more fit, he would have enjoyed it all the more.

Still, he thought to himself that, he wasn't that unfit. Certainly still a little tubby but perhaps not as bad as he thought. Perhaps just a little bit of baby fat and a little bit of a belly but nothing so much that one would call 'pudgy'.

He then began to fantasise that some of his fat and self-consciousness might have melted in the mud and now Ian was wiping it off. If only it were that simple. At least he could see his four inch dick now and it was flaccid and not smacking Ian in the face. He still wrapped a spare towel around his waist as Ian led him into the adjacent room, to his next treatment.

Just as they were both heading towards into the scented bath area, the door from the hallway suddenly sprang open and both men turned in surprise. That man from before, Mr. Aarons, rushed in and took three steps into the room before stopping.

"Oh," the man rumbled. "This isn't... I mean... Sorry..."

The guy was either confused or senile despite just looking about two decades years older than Gont's own twenty years of age. Though Gont could have sworn the guy looked much older last time he saw him. Maybe he was just being judgemental and self-depreciating. Aarons didn't look _that_bad. Gont remembered a rather terrible comb over but Aarons now had quite a full head of hair and he was looking quite beefy. He had previously mistaken that belly of his to be one of pure fat but now that Gont gotten a good look at him, it became apparent that it was a roid gut, the kind of muscle gut that someone got from using a lot of supplements and strength training. Certainly the man's strong pectorals and thick, taut arms were evidence of this. That thick body fuzz was still present, though.

"I'm afraid you're in the wrong room," Ian said pleasantly. "Let me call Zoe and she'll come and get you."

"No!" Aarons exclaimed. "I just... I just want to get my stuff and get out."

"You're not enjoying yourself?" Ian asked, looking worried.

"No! I am but..." Aarons coughed. "I..." He frowned and then shook his head. "Nevermind. Um... I'll wait for Zoe."

Ian headed over to the bar with a smile and pressed a button to call Zoe over. Within moments, Zoe was striding up the hallway and taking Aarons by the hand.

"Oh Mr. Aarons. How many times have I told you to just use the call button if you need assistance. Didn't Kenneth provide you with everything you needed?"

Aarons was blushing again, his entire body going red. "Um... He did... but... ah... I feel like something is different..."

Zoe laughed and pulled him out of the room. Her last words before the door closed were, "Of course! That's NexCare. We change because we care."

Gont had to laugh quietly as the two left. "I guess that guy doesn't really like being pampered, huh?"

Ian shrugged and pulled open the door to the adjacent room. A rich, floral scent wafted into Gont's nostrils, sending a shiver down his spine and making him think of a field of flowers. "Some clients are like that. A lot of guys don't like other guys touching them, you know. Or they don't like the idea of doing something that's typically reserved for women."

"Yeah..." he chuckled softly and followed Ian to the room.

Like the mud bath area, the floors were made of wood and a gentle heat radiated up from them, likely heated floorboards. Natural light streamed in from the floor-to-ceiling windows nearby. The large tub at the centre of the room was big enough to fit at least three people and when Gont looked inside, he could see the steaming hot water mixed with little colourful swirls of scented oils and even some unique flowers he had never seen before. They were bright red, had exactly seven petals each and each petal was streaked with golden lines. Oddly enough, their centres were a bright blue colour. He didn't think a blue colour occurred naturally amongst plants.

"What are these flowers?" he asked, gesturing at the flowers.

"Specially bred flowers by NexCare with the help of another Nexus Conglomerate corporation, NexGen. They not only have a beautiful scent but their rejuvenating properties."

Gont laughed heartily. "You don't need to give me the sales pitch, man. I get it. Company secret." He took the steps up to the elevated pool. He bashfully turned away from Ian as he let the towel around his waist drop and slipped into the pool. It was definitely hotter than the mud bath but the heat seeped deep into his muscles and left him feeling relaxed and strangely full of energy. It was like his body was eagerly consuming the heat and converting it to strength.

He sank into the waters with a deep sigh and let himself float for a few moments. It had been a very long while since he had gotten to float in some water like this and he was rather pleased with the result. The heady, sweet scent wasn't too feminine. In fact, there was a bit of musk there that stopped the scent from being cloying. He wondered how long he could just lay there without starting to prune up.

Then he became aware that Ian was hovering over him and he sat up.

"Anything to drink, sir?" Ian asked.

"Just call me Gont," he responded. "And another one of those cucumber martinis would be great."

Ian beamed. "Coming right up!" He headed towards the bar in the far corner of the room and began whipping up another of his 'famous' drinks.

Gont just let himself relax, enjoying how his body felt in the pool. He was feeling extremely mellow, very relaxed. Even as he became increasing aware that this member was clearly visible in the opaque waters, he wasn't worried. What worries and stress he may have had were genuinely being gently washed away by the scented waters.

In a few moments Ian came back and gave him his drink which he eagerly accepted and began to nurse. His eyes were set on the serene scene just outside of the pool, through the windows. The rolling plains outside of the facility stretched on for miles. There were a few fluffy, white clouds in the sky drifting lazily across his visible but other than that, it was a perfect, uninterrupted painting of earth meets the sky.

A moment later, Ian returned with a platter of more nibbles, these ones slightly bigger than the first one.

"So here we've got a nice pomegranate tart with some fetta," said the masseur. "Some buffalo chicken wings with ranch dressing and carrots and celery, freshly made sashimi with wasabi, bonito flakes and soy sauce to dip, a cup of a wonderful split pea soup and lastly a spicy peanut coated Asian-inspired beef skewer."

Gont inclined his head at the platter. A soup, a fish dish, a chicken dish, meat and desert. "Is that like a mini-five course meal?"

Ian laughed and shrugged. "Got me. I try to make sure my menus are at least a little bit classy, you know."

"Your clients are very lucky." Gont picked up the little cup - no bigger than a mouthful - of soup and dipped it into his mouth. It was velvety, flavourful and an amazing way to start the meal. He wished he could've had more but he remembered that this was a day to relax not to gorge himself on food. Still, his stomach rumbled and he reached for the next meal, delicately using a pair of chopsticks to shovel the sashimi into his mouth.

All the while, Ian stood by, watching him closely. It was a little unnerving and it seemed that the guy was waiting to see how he liked the food.

"It's really good," he said.

"I'm glad," Ian responded, crossing his arms and beaming.

Again, Gont was privy to seeing those powerful, vascular arms and found his cock twitching in excitement.

"How'd you get so fit, by the way?" he asked. "And don't tell me it's from massaging your clients."

Ian chuckled softly and leaned against the edge of the tub. "That's part of the reason. The other is that I was a client just like you when I first came here."

"You're kidding," Gont responded, finishing of the sushi and moving onto the chicken wings. He was a little leery of picking up the sticky wings after he had just had a beautiful mud bath and now was basking in clean waters. Seeing his hesitation, Ian picked one up and broke off the wingtip, offering it to him. "Now you're really kidding."

Giving him a pointed stare and smile, Ian still held out the chicken wing for him. Gont rolled his eyes and opened his mouth, leaning forward and sinking his teeth into the wing. It was incredibly awkward. Wings were meant to be eaten with your own hands and yet Ian insisted and he had to admit, it was kind of funny.

"And I'm not kidding," Ian said, twisting the wing around so that Gont could take off every bit of flesh. "I came here, a little sceptical myself but then I had an amazing time and just came back for more. This place really changed me. I felt like a new man and after being refreshed and revitalised, you just can't go back to being the slob that you were before. I mean, what's the point, right?"

"Isn't that..." Gont cut himself off as he chewed the spicy but still beautifully balanced meat. He had to wash it down with some of his martini but that only helped to complement the taste in his mouth. It left a rather nice little tingle on his tongue. "Isn't that how they retain customers, though? Make their money. People come here, spend a fortune, then go back to being who they were before and when they feel like they need to feel renewed again they just come back here."

"That's one way," Ian said with a coy smirk. "The other is the great customer service."

"Not many masseurs I know would be willing to feed a guy chicken wings," Gont laughed.

"How many masseurs do you know?"

He decided not to dignify that with an answer and just followed Ian's lead to munching another wing. It took a while but he was through each of the wings at last and then it was onto the skewers. This, he could do himself and he reached towards the skewers, pulling off the succulent meat off the wooden stake with ease. It was just as good as the wings and the moment that wonderful taste touched his lips, it sent tingles all over his body, making his toes curl in pleasure.

"Getting a little excited there, huh?" Ian chuckled.

"The food is good."

"No, I mean... excited." Ian pointed at Gont's crotch and the young man glanced down his plump pectorals partially submerged in the relaxing waters, down his barely visible abdominals and then down to his erect six inch dick. The waters were starting to get a little murky around his cock as precum poured out of the tip.

"Oh... Erm..."

The muscular masseur laughed and moved towards the other end of the pool. "It's alright. People get aroused all the time in this place. It's something in the water."

"Could also be the hot guys with excellent customer service," Gont replied slyly.

Ian beamed at him. "Now you're getting it." He reached into the waters, his thick forearms sinking into the scented liquid. Gont froze, mentally screaming at Ian to demand what he was doing. Thankfully, it wasn't what he feared - or was he anxious? - rather Ian reached for Gont's left leg and gently lifted it out of the water.

With gentle, methodical strokes, Ian began to gently massage Gont's leg making the client groan and his toes curl.

"Ooooh... Just... be careful," Gont murmured. "I get leg cramps..."

"Really now?" Ian asked, genuinely curious. "Any other pains?"

"Back pains. Comes from sitting at my desk all the time and never getting any exercise."

"You look pretty fit to me."

Gont frowned at that and glanced down at his body. Slowly, it began to click that there was something definitely wrong here. His rounded belly was completely gone and he was sure he had one. His man-boobs were replaced by firm, square pectorals that stood proudly on his chest and led perfectly into broad, rounded shoulders. Hell, he could even see a vein popping up against his bicep as he held his arm curled with a skewer in his hand. Looking down at his leg, he could tell that it was longer than before and all the rolls of fat had vanished. It was actually possible to tell where his thigh ended, led into his knee and then spread out into a delicious curl of his calves.

Though he knew something was wrong, he didn't feel panicked or even fearful. In fact, he just felt very... very relaxed.

"What... What's going on?" he asked slowly.

"Like I said, you leave this place feeling like a new man," Ian said with a grin. "Literally. This is Nexcare after all. We -"

"Change because we care, I know," Gont said. "That doesn't explain what's..." He lifted a hand and pressed it against his chest to indicate himself. He couldn't help but rub his fingers all over his smooth chest, feeling the powerful shape of his pectoral. "... what's happening to me..."

"We change you because we care," said Ian. "Everything about our treatments are designed to make you feel, look and _be_better. The mud bath? It was actually designed to prepare your body for the change that's coming. It also saps away a lot of your imperfections."

"What made you think I was imperfect before?"

Ian beamed at him. "It saps away your imperfections. Whatever you think is bad about yourself, it starts to take away. If you thought you were the best looking guy in the world, it wouldn't have done anything but make you feel good."

Ian gently moved up Gont's calf, making the young man curl his toes in pleasure. "This bath right here? It starts to fill your body with the materials and nutrients it needs for the change. Your muscles get bigger, you become taller and sexier. Old injuries and scars all get washed away as the waters fuel your growth."

"Feels... so good..." Gont murmured. Ian took that as encouragement and moved further up his leg, massaging his thighs.

"Then the last phase? The steam bath? It'll make you into the man you always wanted to be. Whatever or whoever you want. It'll grant your wish. You just need to relax, breathe in the steam and let yourself change. It can be very..."

Ian then reached up and wrapped his fingers around Gont's cock making his client gasp and whimper. "... pleasurable."

Gont moaned and quivered in the tub. Ian's fingers around his dick were so warm. Each gentle stroke send a wave of raw ecstasy through his body, radiating out of his dick and causing every muscle in his body to shake and clench in anticipation of the next wave. He leaned back, closing his eyes, a content smile on his face.

"No, no," Ian said, giving his dick a squeeze. "You'll want to watch this. Here, I'll help."

The masseur pulled his hand away from Gont's dick, making his client whimper. The contact between the two men was broken only briefly, however, as Ian's big hands gently gripped Gont's foot and gently began kneading his sole. Waves of pleasure rippled up his foot. He fought to keep himself from just going completely limp. Ian was well practiced in his art and the gentle but firm paths he carved with his thumbs worked well across the shape of Gont's foot.

Then the real magic began.

Still submerged in the scented waters, Gont watched in amazement as the little pushes that Ian made seemed to cause his entire foot to start shifting and growing. It was subtle at first but as the second ticked by, he could see and _feel_new strength pushing through his bones and muscles. Thick veins crossed against the back of his foot and new mass was added to his bones as they pressed up against his skin. What little fat was left on the appendage was reforged into muscle and bone. There came a marked difference between one foot and the other, at least two shoe sizes in difference and still growing.

"Oh wow..." he murmured, eyes wide. He wiggled his new, big toes just to make sure that they were really his. "I can't believe this is happening..."

Ian moved towards his other foot. Gont was about to ask him to keep going but as he watched, the change just kept progressing up his leg even without Ian's interference. It was like getting massaged by invisible hands. He was so amazingly relaxed as tiny, invisible hands continued to knead his foot, slowly progressing up his leg and running laps up and down his calves. He bit his lower lip, trying to stifle a moan. Even as Ian began the change in his other foot, he could already see his calf starting to beef out, thick muscles pushing up against his skin and adding definition to the shape. He twisted his leg to the side and watched as every band of muscle grew and tightened, forming a heart-shaped mound sitting behind his shin.

"This is so unreal..." he moaned and quivered as Ian's practiced hands began working their magic on his other foot.

His other leg raced to catch up and within moments, both limbs were sporting huge, beefy calves with thick veins pushing up against his skin. Becoming conduits for the transformation, those very same veins travelled up his leg and began pumping his thighs full off muscle. Gont kicked slightly, disturbing the waters as the sudden surge of strength demanded use. It was like there was a fire building up in his thighs that if he didn't expel it immediately, he would explode. He squirmed, a grin on his face as each little kick was like an explosive orgasm. There was the tense build-up, the tightening of muscle and then the rush of release followed by the warming relief of afterglow. Then it started up all over again within moments. Right before his eyes, his thighs became thick, tree-trunk mounds of lean muscle cross-crossed with deltas of veins.

His eyes boggled as he felt the transformation sweep up his chest and pulse through his cock and balls. No matter how he tried, he couldn't keep watching as his entire upper body just tensed and locked up in the rigours of orgasm. Gont instinctively bucked his hips, streams of precum pouring out of his dick as yet another inch was added to its length. His breathing grew quick and ragged, each one causing his stomach to clench and chest to rise. As another inch was added to his cock, five more was added to his chest as his plump, square pectorals pushed out of the waters like two, immense peaks of flesh rising out of an ocean. His abdominals began the firm valley sitting just beneath the mountains.

"Ooooh god..." he moaned, clenching his teeth together. "This feels _sooo_amazing!"

But as quickly as it came, it was suddenly over. Gont's body let out one last spasm before seeping back into the waters, drifting back into relaxation. But his mind was racing at a million times a minute. He wanted more. He looked down at his body, lean, muscular and ripped like a god.

Ian stood a short distance away, holding the little tart in his hand. "Ready for dessert, big boy?"

Gont grinned and rose out of the tub, completely unashamed of his erection or his nudity. "Yeah. Give that here." He plucked the tart from Ian's hands and popped it into his mouth.

Ian giggled and led him towards the steam room. Gont didn't even bother drying off and hurried after, dripping the scented waters towards the wooden door. Ian pulled open the door and let him in first.

Inside, it was a traditional steam room. Wooden walls, small seats and a big pit in the centre filled with hot rocks that one could pour water over to produce steam. He heard the door shut behind him and a pair of strong arms wrapped around his waist. He felt Ian's breath on his neck, causing the flesh to rise with goose bumps.

"Take a seat, handsome," Ian cooed in his ear.

Grinning, Gont swaggered over to the nearby seat and parked himself onto the wooden frame with a loud huff. He crossed his arms expectantly, waiting patiently for whatever Ian had in store for him. It only came as a mild surprise when Ian began to strip off his shirt revealing the toned and tanned flesh beneath. Gont licked his lips at the sight of that chiselled chest even more so when Ian dumped a spoonful of water onto the hot rocks and steam rose up around him. As the moisture gripped Ian's chest, it only outlined every muscle on his body all the more. It was like he was a beautiful god emerging from the mist.

"So what's supposed to happen now?" Gont asked, rolling his broad shoulders. "I already feel like a new man. What's this steam room meant to do for me?"

"Like I said," Ian answered. "You just breathe." He took a deep breath, making a gesture of wafting the steam into his nostrils. "Breathe in. Breathe out. Keep calm and let the heat soak through your pores and into your very body." He gave Gont a wink. "For this, you can close your eyes."

Gont smiled smugly and shut his eyes, lying back in his seat, back resting up against the wall. The heat in the room was a little uncomfortable at first but as his body began producing a heavy sweat, he grew more and more used to it. Unlike the mud bath whose heat just seemed to caress his skin and the pool that sunk into his muscles and bones, this head washed through every fibre of his being. Ian's direction to breathe helped bring the stimulating warmth through his lungs and bleeding through the rest of his body.

A soft groan escaped his lips, causing to curl back in a pleased smile. It was very relaxing indeed.

"Ooooh... I think I'm feeling it," he murmured, his body starting to shake. Unlike the more violent quakes from the pool, this felt more like the quiver of thrill pulsing through his blood, the rush of adrenaline, pump of exertion or the excitement of arousal. He felt no shame as he seized his dick and began pumping the thick meat. He could actually feel the hot rod growing between his fingers.

He dared a peek and watched in amazement as it grew thicker and thicker, practically pushing his fingers apart as it grew more and more. Excitement pushed through his veins shown physically by the thick vein that popped up his length. Blood rushed both to his groin and his cheeks. He started to feel his strokes starting to visibly affect his cock. Every time he tugged at his dick, it was like he was pulling the mass upwards, shaping it into a point. With every return to the base, he was likewise pushing the growth there as well. His eyes widened and his curiosity mounted. He wanted to see where this change was going.

Even as he shaped his member, more and more mass was pumped into it from the energy pumped into him by the heat of the steam room. This very same power flooded straight to his cock, ready for him to mould it as he saw fit. Whether he was consciously doing it or not, he was slowly changing the shape of his dick inch by inch into a tapered point. A groan left his throat as a thick, fleshy nub began resisting his touch at the base of his cock. A large mound began swelling there, big, bulbous and angry red. That same red colouration spread all the way up his dick, somehow making the flesh even more sensitive. It took him but a second to realise that his cock was reshaping itself into a canine's.

Whatever shock he felt was short lived as Ian's form knelt in front of him.

"Hmmm... A man of my own tastes," said the masseur with a lick of his lips. "If I may?"

Gont, his throat surprisingly dry just nodded and let Ian gobble up his massive, nine inch dick. The five inch girth stuffed Ian's mouth easily and for a second, Gont was scared that he would choke the poor guy. Then a mysterious change began occurring in Ian. The little, golden blond hairs began springing up all over Ian's face, spreading like wildfire across his cheeks and meeting up with his hair. Ian drew one, long lap of Gont's thick rod, making his client shudder with pleasure. But something Gont did notice was how unusually long and flexibly Ian's tongue was.

He didn't get much time to marvel at the oddity as Ian's entire face began stretching forward like someone had pinched his nose and was pulling at it. Ian's nose flattened, transforming into a black, triangular point at the tip of his face. His lips turned rubbery, perfect for wrapping around Gont's dick. There was a flash of fangs beneath his emerging muzzle. The golden hairs over his face transformed into a thick, golden pelt that quickly spread over his reshaping face. As his face lengthened into a canine muzzle, his ears were pulled to the top of his head, growing rapidly where they became two, big, triangular points covered in the same golden colouration with white tufts of fur within.

Gont realised what was happening. For the first time during the entire ordeal, he realised this was not natural and tried to pull away. Ian must have sensed his growing unease as he quickly pressed his hand against Gont's ripped abdominals and began making soothing, circular motions. Gont froze. The touch of Ian's hand was quite soothing and his eyes were drawn to it. He watched as Ian's nails began to blacken, transforming into claws that moved further to the tips of his fingers. The same golden hairs began consuming his entire hand, changing the fingers into thick, meaty appendages with leathery pads on the palms.

His breathing started to slow down as Ian continued to calm him. He let out a soft sigh and then nodded at the emerging wolf. Ian naturally returned a rather wolfish grin and then proceeded to adore Gont's dick with his muzzle. As the pleasure began rocketing up Gont's entire body once more, the young man resumed breathing and letting the raw power of the steam room flood through him.

His changes continued then. His pubic hairs began to thicken, transforming into a thick, black bush that quickly streamed up his abdominals like fire to form a rather handsome treasure trail. From there, the fur began to spread rapidly, coating his abdominals in a smooth, white coating. The start white fur stopped just at the edges of his abs where the turned a stark blue, slightly deeper than the sky but not quite dark as navy. His entire body tingled with the emergence of every single follicle. The blue fur spread all over his back and his arms, wrapping his limbs in their warmth. The white rushed up his chest, leaving his plump pectorals coated. Together, the two colours began to sweep up his neck.

Gont rolled his head, moaning softly. Ian's pace began to quicken and he felt his balls starting to tighten. He bit his lip, holding back as much as he could. As he did, his teeth lengthened into fangs. He could feel the warmth and power blossoming up through his chest and battering the inside of his skull, reshaping it from within. His lips formed a lusty 'O' as they were pushed outwards inch by inch, each little burst like another explosive orgasm. He wiggled his nose and took in the strong scents in the room. He smelled his own arousal and in return, his nose transformed into a blunt, black triangle at the tip of his muzzle. He took in Ian's strong pheromones and the blue fur washed over his face. He caught a whiff of both of their scents melding together and he flashed his fangs in ecstasy.

"Fuuuuuck..." he groaned, his tongue flopping out from between his lips in steady panting. He bucked his hips, shoving his dick into Ian. The blonde wolf gagged. Even with a lupine muzzle, Gont was still too big for him and that just build more of the confidence in the blue wolf.

He bared his fangs and snarled while his ears migrated to the top of his head, forming two, sharp triangles capable of catching even the faintest sound from a distance. His hair remained dark and black just like his pubes but it quickly spread across his chin forming a very manly chinstrap beard. He felt it prickling against his flesh and he almost wished for a mirror so he could see exactly how he looked like. He knew it made him far more masculine than he had before and that just drove him further. He formed a rhythm with Ian, thrusting his hips into the masseur's muzzle while he urged the changes more and more through himself.

"More," he growled. "More!"

And more he was given.

The rush of power that filled him pumped through his veins. His voice grew deeper and deeper as his chest, slightly lost in the thick fur, began to push out more and more with new muscle. His lack of definition thanks to his newly acquired fur quickly vanished as the valleys of his chest and abdominals became clearly visible despite the moisture in the air.

"More!" he bellowed.

His arms erupted with strength, plumping up with strength and thick veins popped up all over his forearms and led into his upper arms. They just barely vanished into his shoulders, just kissing his pectorals.

Gont grunted and urged the power down into his legs which were sadly left alone. He grinned using he newly acquired fangs as the blue fur rapidly swept down his thighs and his calves. The strength in them was intoxicating and he felt it all culminating at the tips of his toes where his toenails transformed into claws. When he set his new legs onto the floor, he could feel black pawpads touching the hard wood floor.

Another rocket of euphoria shot through his body, causing him to buck his hips harder as his calves erupted to become thick, meaty stacks. With just the strength of his legs, he lifted his body off the seat. This gave room for a fleshy nub to quickly grow out of the base of his spine, covered in the same blue fur as the rest of his body. A deep, resonating growl rolled out of his thick neck. The change pushed through his thighs, making his rise one more time and this time, he followed through with the change and stood up fully.

He seized the back of Ian's head, gripping it in his newly acquired paws and shoved his cock deep into the golden wolf's throat. Ian loved every moment of it and worshiped Gont's dick like it was his only source of nourishment. He lapped at it, using his tongue to cover every inch of surface with his drool while brushing against Gont's lemon-sized, furry balls. The excitement really got Gont aroused and he could feel the blood rushing towards his emerging tail. With a grin, he glanced over his shoulder to watch as that fleshy nub began to push out further and further until it became a full, fluffy tail wagging excitedly behind him.

He turned back to Ian and seized the wolf's head with both paws, thrusting faster and faster, moans rising from his throat. The power that filled him just kept pumping through his entire body, adding new height to his form. His legs lengthened and with every inch they gained, his torso did the same. Gont's eyes became unfocused as he became only focused on the pleasure in his dick.

A rising moan emerged from his chest, growing more and more primal with each fevered thrust of his dick. The precum he poured into Ian grew thicker and thicker. As he reached an immense seven feet tall, he knew he was coming close. He couldn't give Ian any warning as that moan in his throat was quickly evolving into something much more fierce and animalistic.

His claws dug into Ian's skull, his feet bracing themselves for what was to come.

He tilted his head back and suddenly let out an ear-splitting howl, his tail wildly thrashing from side to side. Hot lupine seed erupted from his pointed dick and poured straight down Ian's throat. Ian was stunned by the erupted and tried to pull back but Gont was stronger and pushed him back down, forcing the golden wolf to take every droplet of seed he was given. Ian's entire body shook and his own dick erupted in joy.

Gont's hips bucked twice, a third time and then a fourth before a wracking shudder hit his entire body. It felt like every muscle in his body had just orgasmed at the same time, tensing in that one glorious, euphoric moment before suddenly relaxing and a wash of warmth flooding his new body, wrapping it like a warm blanket.

He collapsed to his knees and strong, warm paws wrapped around his shoulders, steadying him.

"Whoa there, big guy!" Ian laughed. "Stay with me! You can't fall asleep in here!"

Gont mumbled something incoherent but managed to keep his eyes opened. It was actually a little strange to see Ian as someone who was smaller than him. The size comparison made Gont's cock twitch and shoot another little shower of jizz onto Ian's thigh. "Fuck that was awesome..."

"I know. First time is always the best."

"First time...?"

Ian shrugged absently. "Well, depends on how you want to take this. I get to change into whatever species the treatment turns you into. I was a bull yesterday. Stallion the one before that. Got to say, though, wolves always do it better." He gave Gont a wink, even sexier now that he had that cute, lupine features about him. "Come on. Up you get, big guy."

Ian hoisted him up to the seat where they sat back, side by side and basked in the warmth and relaxation of the steam room. Gont wasn't sure how long he was just sitting there and he was sure he dozed off for a bit before Ian elbowed him lightly but he felt infinitely calm, tranquil and serene. In an effort to stay awake, he watched in fascination as their cocks began to recede into their sheathes. He even poked his new equipment a little and was amazed how it was still so sensitive despite disappearing into a tube of furry flesh.

"So... I can stay like this if I want to?" he asked.

"Absolutely! Or you can keep changing if you ever become an employee here!"

Gont considered it and shook his head. "Nah... I think I like this." He flexed his arm, the enormous biceps as big as watermelons.

Ian licked his lips and ran his paws over the thick, vascular mound. "I can see why."

"Aren't people going to ask why I'm suddenly..." Gont gestured at his chiselled, furry body. "This?"

"Why don't we worry about that after your treatment is over?" Ian asked.

"It's not over?"

Ian grinned at him. "Sure! You still got about another hour in here."

"Am I going to keep growing?"

"Dude, any bigger and you'll break through the roof!" Ian shook his head and rubbed his paws across Gont's chest. "I don't think you'll get any bigger. But I can think of some other things we can do."

Gont grinned, his tail wagging.

******

"Aaaaaand... there!"

Gont added a little swish to his signature. Being a new man meant he should have a new signature, after all. Well, semi-new.

Zoe smiled and checked the paperwork again. "Looks all good." She tapped the papers so that they were all straight and then stapled them together. "Okay, the moment you head out of that door, you'll welcome your new life. Your co-workers will all think that you've always been like this, friends and family will never question how you're a wolf now and you'll find all your belongings all adjusted to your new needs."

"Awesome!"

She gave him a puzzled stare. "You know, most people would ask more questions than this. Mr. Aarons certainly did."

"Oh yeah, that guy. What happened to him?"

She nodded at the door. "He's out there. Came here by cab. You might be able to offer him a ride back to the city. I'm sure both of you have a lot in common now."

Gont grinned. "I bet we do." He shrugged. "And the way I figure it, I'm not going to look a gift horse in the mouth. Thanks for this, by the way."

"No need to thank us," she said with a wave. "We're NexCare. We change because we care."

He beamed, flashing his new fangs. "That you do. That you do." He slung his shirt over his shoulder and shoved his other big paw into the pockets of his tan jeans. "Well, thanks again! I'll be back!"

"I'm sure you will. Oh! But before you go!" Zoe handed him a pamphlet, interestingly the same type as that not-so-annoying co-worker had given him that got him to this place. "If you know anyone would could benefit from our treatments, be sure to send them over."

"Oh you bet I do," he laughed. He gave her wave with the pamphlets and headed out the beautifully unravelling door.

He stopped just a few feet out of the door as he noticed a big, grey wolf standing in the shade, dressed in nothing but a pair of pants and a very tight fitting black singlet.

"Aarons?" Gont asked, heading over. He sniffed the air. "Hey! It is you!"

The wolf looked up and gave him a shaky smile. "Oh... hey, you're that kid. You're a wolf too, huh?"

"Yeah! And so are you! Sweet, huh?"

Aarons shrugged. "Still getting used to it, to be honest."

"No regrets?"

"Of course not!" Aarons flexed his biceps, showing off his big muscles though they were comparative to Gonts. "I've never felt better. Just... it'll take some getting used to. Not used to having a tail. I keep sitting on it."

Gont laughed. "Yeah. I know." He pulled his keys from his pocket. "Can I offer you a ride?"

"Can your ride even fit you now?"

His heart sank. He owned a rather small car and definitely not built for furs over seven feet tall. "Erm..." He hit the button on the keys and a loud 'beep-beep' echoed from the parked cars nearby. It came from a big, blue sports car, much bigger than most other models. His eyes widened at the sight of the beautiful beast that matched his fur colour.

And he grinned.

"Oh yeah. We'll fit." He beckoned Aarons over, his tail wagging. "Come on, let's test this baby out."

Even Aarons' tail was wagging. "Really enjoying the new you, huh?"

Gont laughed and spread his arms wide, welcoming the warmth of the sun against his blue fur.

"Hey, let's make the most of it! We changed because they cared, after all!"