Tales from the Nexus: The Candy Man

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Jawbreakers

Patrick O'Brien was crashing... hard. With it only being just a little past noon, lunch time had already come and gone but the mid-day drain had already begun to hit him. Strangely though he wasn't one of those people who lived a fast and hard lifestyle. He was a fairly tame guy, always in bed at ten every night, had a good eight hours of sleep, went to the gym four times a week and ate relatively healthily. But there were just some days when he was seriously sapped for strength.

This was one of those days.

The best way to describe it was that he was just feeling very 'blargh'. It took a monumental effort for him to even lift his arms to reach for the keyboard and when he sat down at his desk, in the cramped little cubicle, he found it very hard to ever get up even for just a glass of water. One of his co-workers suggested that he should get some fresh air and walk around a bit and he took his advice. Once he stepped outside the crisp, summer air did help clear his head a little but it still left him feeling somewhat numb and his eyelids constantly drooped from the exertion. Had his skin been a little sickly and if every time he opened his mouth all he was able to say were in-intelligible grunts he was fairly sure he'd pass off as a zombie. The fact that he was also walking around the mall with a slightly staggered step probably would have helped the illusion as well. The lethargic red head was almost tempted to call work and announce that he was heading home early to regroup but then he came across a store that piqued his curiosity.

It was a quaint, red-bricked store with a red and white awning shielding the droves of confectionary sitting beyond the large, glass windows. Colours designed to appeal to a child's wonder and awe danced on wooden displays. Whimsical sweets of different shapes and sizes were out for display inside the shop from a gingerbread castle with a meticulously crafted moat made completely out of taffy lined with blue wrappers. Dotting the area around the castle stood small trees made of liquoricedesigned to hold onto candy packaged in green wrappers and jawbreaker 'fruits'. There were even some creatively arranged lollipops to look like a field of colourful flowers.

The sight of all those sugary sweets just drew Patrick in. He knew he needed sugar if he was ever going to make it through the day. He had already been through his fifth cup of coffee and the caffeine just wasn't cutting it anymore. He needed a quick bolt of energy that could kick his scrawny 5'7'' frame out of his funk and he was willing to try anything. Even if it meant sucking on a ridiculous lollipop for the rest of the day.

Patrick gently pushed open the door, listening to the soft ringing of the bell that hung above doorframe. As he stepped inside he was immediately hit with the sweet scent of sugar and baked goods that filled the entire room. Somewhere his inner child sprang to life and he suddenly felt a little giddy. Patrick weaved through the tables and old-timey barrels filled with candy, roving the shop interior with a sense of wonder and excitement. Chocolate bars wrapped in colourful wrappers were on display close to the counter right above a refrigerated display case that showcased an assortment of gourmet chocolates. As Patrick leaned in for a closer look he remarked on how the miniscule little treats were barely bite sized but looked absolutely beautiful. At the other side of the counter there were also an assortment of cupcakes layered with a mountains of frosting and decorated in intricate designs. Behind the counter on a nearby table he could even see where some of the cakes were being decorated, with pipes of different coloured frosting sitting nearby a tray of fresh looking cupcakes. As their fresh aroma wafted into the air one would have thought that adding more sweet smells into the air would be too overpowering. But for Patrick it actually brought him a sense of comfort. As he glanced at the cakes Patrick felt a sense of nostalgia as he thought back to the days of helping his mother in the kitchen..

After looking around the shop for a few more moments Patrick then approached the counter where a man stood as he stacked cupcakes into a nearby tiered display. He gave Patrick a pleasant smile, dimples appearing on his gentle features and with brown eyes shining.

"Good afternoon," the shop owner began. "What can I interest you with today?"

Patrick felt a little out of place being a 29 year old man in a candy store. He probably looked like some kind of child molester looking for a lure for his next victim. The words stuck in his throat as he began to wonder if he would be better off just going to the local supermarket and getting an energy drink. But then he was hit with a pang of guilt for raising the hopes of this nice shop keeper in what was clearly a business that didn't see that much profit. With such an old-fashioned looking shop in the middle of the financial district of the city no self-respecting professional would be caught dead in here unless they had to. Maybe could be the excuse Pat would use when really he was still single and lived in a single bedroom apartment.

"Just looking around, I guess," he replied, regarding the various wares around him.

"Is there anything in particular you're looking for?" came the eager reply of the shop keeper.

"I guess something that'll last for a while." Patrick said as he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "I guess I'm feeling a little low in energy right now and I would really like to get a sugar hit. Coffee doesn't seem to be kicking it anymore."

The man nodded knowingly, a smile on his face. Setting the cakes aside the man moved fluidly from behind the counter and headed towards one of the large barrels nearby. "Perhaps this will interest you." He said as he reached inside and produced a large jawbreaker, bright red in colour and wrapped in its own clear, plastic package.

Pat laughed softly. "You're kidding, right?"

"It will last you the rest of the day, I assure you," answered the shop keeper with a bright smile. "And it'll give you the energy you need. Before long you'll be bouncing off the walls, typing up a storm and you'll be able to outrun a race horse. Just be sure you aren't wearing your formal shoes... "

Clearly this guy needed this sale bad. Pat took the jawbreaker and regarded the price. It was fairly reasonable especially for something that was essentially a solid sphere of sugar; although he was worried that it would make an obscene budge in his cheek. As long as the shop keeper didn't start pressing him to buy anything else, he wouldn't mind indulging in the small expense.

"Sure, why not?" he said with a shrug. He reached for his wallet but the man suddenly lifted his hand and shook his head.

"No, no, my good sir. That one is on the house."

Pat frowned. "Are you sure? It's quite alright; I can even pay in cash."

The beaming proprietor just laughed and shook his head. "My friend, don't worry. You can have it."

"No offense, but can you really afford to be giving products out for free? I mean, I now feel like I should buy something else..." Patrick responded meekly

The candy man gently took Pat's shoulder and turned him towards the door, giving him a gentle shove. "This shop is doing just fine. We are fulfilling our mission and our goal, no need to worry about money. Besides, if you like the product, you can always come back for more. And trust me, you will be back."

Pat laughed softly. "You're very confident about that."

For the first time, Pat detected something sinister in the man's smile. "Oh, I am. Now off you go. I'm sure you've got plenty of things to do. Enjoy that jawbreaker. Be sure to tell your friends."

Before he knew what was happening, Pat found himself outside of the shop, glancing back over his shoulder at the candy store in puzzlement. As he looked into the window he saw the shop keep as he smiled at him from inside, waving goodbye with a pleasant grin. A grin that for some reason sent a chill down his spine. Something didn't seem right but he shook it off as a side effect of his sugarless downward spike and lack of energy. With a shrug, he tore open the plastic casing of the jawbreaker and regarded the large orb of sugar in his hand. Conscious of the summer sun's heat, he quickly popped it into his mouth, letting it roll on his tongue for a bit before settling it against his cheek like a chipmunk storing a large nut.

Going back to work with such a glaring oddity would be bizarre enough so he hoped to at least get rid of some of it before his hour for lunch was over. However, even after lapping at it, shifting it from one cheek to the other and walking around from the district for another thirty minutes, the jawbreaker refused to go down. He tried to see if he could weaken the layers a bit by biting down on it slightly, but the candy was as hard as a rock. Seems that it kept to its namesake of 'jawbreaker'.

Though one thing he had to admit, he _was_brimming with energy. When he returned to work, he was raring to go and eager to jump back into what he was doing. Ignoring the questions and jibes from his co-workers, he sat down at his desk and began looking at whatever ticket was awaiting his attention. He worked at an IT department as a part of a major company so he mostly dealt with issues and bugs in the programs. This also meant that most of the emails he received were complaints, which after some time could be a little draining. But today it was at least a little different, whenever he forgot to shift his jawbreaker from one cheek to the other, he would pick up the phone and bump it against his cheek and whenever he spoke he sounded lightly muffed. It was a moment of hilarity in the otherwise drab cubicle office so he enjoyed the little moments of mirth.

But sitting down and tapping away at his computer had its own drawbacks. Brimming with energy as he was, being somewhat sedentary meant all that energy had nowhere to go. Pat rushed through his work and was actively looking for more things to do all the while absently suckling on the jawbreaker that was quickly became part of his routine. He never even noticed that he was tapping his leg against his desk until his co-worker in the next cubicle asked what that constant 'thumping' was.

It was just barely four-thirty in the afternoon when he simply ran out of things to do. As tempted as he was to head on home, a far more pressing matter started to nag him. All the energy that was flooding his system seemed to be culminating towards one location; his crotch. As the time ticked on to four thirty-one, he became painfully aware of a growing need in his cock. But didn't give it much thought. Spontaneous erections were just part of being a guy and healthy. Or so he had heard.

The only thing different about this time was that he was fully aware of the blood rushing to his dick; that undeniable pleasure of arousal rushing throughout his body, heat radiating from his groin and down the length of his member as it strained against his slacks. With every heartbeat his member throbbed, the sensation of his sensitive head brushing against his briefs becoming almost unbearable. Every minute that passed he even found himself subtly reaching down to adjust himself even though no one was looking. That however turned out to be a terrible mistake. The slight jostle was like a bolt of lightning through his body, sending a single message through his mind.

'Cum now.'

Barely thinking at all, Pat locked his computer and hastily made his retreat to the toilets. With it getting so late, there weren't very many people left in the office so the bathroom stalls were mercifully empty. Glancing around the room for anyone inside Patrick rushed into the corner booth, the only one with a solid wall bordering it. Shutting the door with little regard, he locked it and yanked off his pants without a second thought. He then seized his five and a half inch dick, gasping heavily as the sensations coming from his member became too much to bear. With his members newfound freedom it let loose a bucket full of precum that came spilling out of his cut prick, dripping into the toilet bowl and splattering against the rims.

Patrick's green eyes glazed over. He bit his lower lip for the briefest of moments before his tongue brushed up against the succulent jawbreaker in his mouth. That delectable sweet taste rushed down his tastebuds, sending a tingling sensation down his throbbing organ and all across his body. A rush of energy rocked down his spine, compelling him to jerk his hips. That one gesture got his hand moving up and down his cock's length, making him let out a guttural moan of pleasure before he was able to stifle himself. Giving his hips another thrust and wincing at the jolt of pleasure as it shot through him he was somehow able to keep his voice down as he rocked back and forth on his heels, hips bucking back and forth while more and more precum came pouring out of his dick. Soon the musky scent of his own arousal filled his nostrils, drowning out everything else leaving him only in the moment.

Pat could feel orgasm rapidly approaching; his balls tightening and pressure building just at the base of his dick. Knowing what was coming, he realized that he didn't want the wonderful sensation he was currently experiencing to end. The addictive euphoria was better than spending the next hour or so sitting at his desk just waiting for time to pass so he decided to take his time. Although primal instincts drove him to finish, he somehow was able to hold back, purposefully slowing his stroking and clenching down on his cock in a vain attempt to keep himself from shooting his load.

Through this all, he unconsciously continued to lick the jawbreaker, suckling it for the precious energies that flooded his veins. Electric warmth caressed his muscles and flooded all the way down towards his crotch but as kept his precum from flowing, that sensation had nowhere to go but back through his body. Suddenly with nowhere for the power to go, his veins were filled to the brim with raw strength. Had he not been wearing clothes, he would've seen rivers of blue crawling out from the base of his crotch and snaking their way all the way up his torso and down his legs.

Those very same veins still had their limitations, however. As he suckled on the delicious jawbreaker, the mysterious energies began bleeding into his muscles and bones. The first signs of his changes were massive at first, with his thighs pushing up against the walls of his slacks, leaving little room for him to move. Cloth groaned in protests with the expansion of his calves. The large, black shoes he wore creaked as the leather was strained by his expanding feet. Deltoids pushed, grew and widened, adding definition to his thin arms. The sleeves of his collared shirt lost every crinkle along their length as his arms quickly filled out every inch of space they had to offer. Patrick's chest that had been flat as when he had been a preteen surged outwards, two strong blocks of muscle stretching the fabric of his shirt to a near breaking point. Breathing quickly became hard so Pat quickly unbuttoned the top button of his shirt and loosened his tie. The moment of relief was momentary, however, as his neck quickly expanded to fill in the space.

Patrick could no longer contain himself. Every inch of his body tensed, bracing itself for the breaching of the floodgates. He became stiff as a board, his jaw hanging open and slack while his eyes were rolled back into his head. As his grip loosened his cock let loose the floodgates of pent-up pre, coating the toilet in his seed before his member joyfully unleashed its payload. Hot man cream blasted out of the tip of his cock with the force of a firehose. The force was strong enough to knock him back against the stall door and he had to use his other hand to catch himself against the wall before he fell down completely. As his cock let out a shot like a wild shotgun his cum splattered the rear wall, missing the bowl entirely. The following burst came faster than he had anticipated and with no aid from him whatsoever, his seed rushed out of the length of his dick and launched out of his body. Just as the warmth of afterglow started to ease into him, a his balls and cock tensed once more and another blast came shooting out of his dick, the force causing his hips to buck madly. Patrick grit his teeth together, trying to stop the flow but it was like trying to quell the tides. He came a fourth time, a fifth and then a monumental sixth with each orgasm coming with more and more seed, more than his balls could have possibly stored or produced.

At long last, after the tenth blast, exhaustion began settling in and his cock could shoot no more. Patrick's breathing was ragged and he could barely see through his sweat and the overwhelming warmth of post-orgasm afterglow. He was so tempted to just slouch against the stall and go to sleep but some part of him remembered where he still was.

With a titanic effort, he pulled himself up and stuffed his seven inch, throbbing dick back into his pants. His brain drugged on the cocktail of chemicals after orgasm, he didn't pay much attention to the changes in his body as he drunkenly tried to make himself presentable. Once he zipped up his fly and staggered out of the stall he left with the evidence of his activities painted all over the wall. Luckily, no else was there so he was free to head straight back to his desk, mutter a quick goodbye to his co-workers, put on his jacket and then pack up his things to head home.

The walk to the station was short but it was still a long train ride and a twenty minute walk back to his one bedroom apartment was after he had arrived at the station he suddenly became consciously aware of the jawbreaker that was still sitting in his mouth. The work day was over so he didn't have much need for that sugar hit anymore. A little part of him wanted to just spit out the piece of candy but he still remembered the nice little buzz he got from suckling on the large sphere of sugar. Besides, he was still in public and he didn't want to spit it out. Not to mention it was free and given by a kindly shopkeeper. Never one to look a gift horse in the mouth, Patrick began licking the jawbreaker once more, shifting it from one cheek to the other when he grew uncomfortable.

Just as the weariness of afterglow began to fade that energy began to pump through his veins once more and within moments, he was well awake again. When the train came by, he remained standing even though there were plenty of seats. As the train slowly glided down the tracks Patrick found that he was tapping his foot impatiently, urging the train to go faster so that he could simply move. When even that wasn't enough to expend the energy that was flooding him, he went so far as to start wiggling his toes within his shoes.

Eventually, he just could not stand still. Still three stations away from his stop, he got out of the train and bolted out of the station. The fresh air was like a splash of cool water. It somewhat calmed him but also got him riled up and eager to get moving again. He broke off into a brusque jog even in his dress shoes, heading in the vague direction of his apartment. There had been a few times when the trains had broken down and he was forced to take a temporary bus service to get to work, but that meant that he got a better look at his surroundings. He knew that if he kept on the path he was currently on he would eventually reach home. Although he currently wasn't in any rush to sit back down again. As he ran he felt the jittery feeling in his body begin to fade away. The exercise was working and he was actually beginning to work up a sweat. After passing a few blocks his legs started to feel the strain of physical exertion, something he hadn't felt since he had trained to be on the track team back in high school. But this was different. Though his legs felt the pump and every now and then, they felt the strain, the energy that came flooding through him from the jawbreaker eased any pain. It was like the moment his muscles began to burn, a lick to the jawbreaker sent a flood of soothing water that doused the flames.

It was a rather pleasant equilibrium that worked.

For a while.

Then the input of energy started to outstrip the demand. He began feeling the pump of power start to flood the rest of his body, particularly in his dick. His cock began filling with blood again and jogging became a little awkward. A flush touched his cheeks when he came to full mast and his member's sensitive head brushed up against the fabric of his underwear. Each step he took was another tantalising rub that reminded him of that mind blowing orgasm not too long ago.

"Oh fuck it..." he grumbled.

He suddenly veered away from his intended path. Luckily for him, his trail back home took him nearby a shopping mall. Sadly, with it being a Friday, the mall was packed with people but he really didn't care. The only thing that mattered to him was to get off. Passing through the entrance he hurried straight to the toilets and shut the door behind him, immediately locking it. Like before, he chose a corner stall that would at least give him some level of privacy. He couldn't whip out his dick fast enough once he had gotten inside though and the moment he did, he let out a sigh, a goofy smile on his features as he watched a dribble of precum slide down the head of his dick and soak into the thick, red pubic hairs that covered his groin. The aroma of his own arousal quickly overwhelmed the stench of the public bathroom and he was quickly back to work stroking his own meat.

It was second nature to reach for his cock and give it a loving stroke all the while licking the jawbreaker. The same sensation of power flowing through his veins and pooling towards his cock came and he was once again brought into a moment of bliss. Liquid fire radiated from within his muscles and filled every fibre of his being with a warm glow. He was eager to blow his load again, to feel the strength of the release and the flood of sleepy warmth like he was being wrapped in a toasty blanket.

"Don't leave me to just watch."

He froze as cold fear doused his burning libido. His eyes scanned the area, desperately searching for the source of the voice. Glancing to his side Pat caught sight of the large hole cut into the stall wall separating him from the next stall over. There was a pair of lips hovering on the other side of the gloryhole, licking themselves in anticipation. Patrick didn't know what to do. He had never done this sort of thing before. But he was caught. And his cock was just aching for release. He absently switched the jawbreaker from one cheek to the other almost thoughtfully as he struggled with what he wanted to do. The gesture caused the ball of candy to brush against his tongue however and his tastebuds eagerly absorbed the succulent flavour. His mind was then quickly made up for him as he started moving towards the gloryhole before he even fully registered what he was doing.

With much hesitation, he levelled his dick at the hole. A powerful force of gravity pulling him closer and closer to the stranger's mouth. But before he could touch the other man's lips he stopped short, fear and hesitation striking him as he realized just what he was about to do. Doubt crippled him a second time as he began to contemplate just stuffing his cock back into his pants and making a mad dash for the door before the man could see him. Then the stranger's tongue snaked out and lapped at his dick. The gentle touch, the warm saliva and the brush of that flesh against his sensitive head made him let out a low moan.

"Hush there big guy," his partner cooed. "Got to be discrete. Now stuff that sweet cock down my throat."

He didn't need further prodding and roughly pushed his dick deep into the opening. The stranger's hot breath wafted down his dick, a sensation he was completely unprepared for. His mind exploded with possibilities, doubly so when those lips wrapped around the girth of his cock. With both hands free, he gripped onto the walls and grit his teeth together, desperately stopping himself from making another noise.

Whoever this stranger was, they knew what they were doing. The energy in Patrick was starting to become overwhelming again and just standing there while his cock was worshiped wasn't enough. He soon started thrusting his hips nearly gagging the stranger in the motion. But the other man didn't seem to be willing to give up quite yet and soon Patrick felt his hot breath on hic cock as he snaked his tongue down the length of his shaft. Patrick wanted more. The sensation simply was too good to pass up!

He could feel his cum quickly boiling deep within his balls once more. Patrick used all of his will to keep that dam from bursting as he tried to outweigh the desire to shoot his load to prolong this wonderful feeling he was experiencing. With an immense amount of will, he held back from orgasm but it was a losing battle. His mysterious benefactor lapped constantly at his tongue, suckling on his dick and drawing more and more of his precum out of his sack. Patrick could feel his hot seed constantly and eagerly rising up the length of his dick only for him to will it back down. But this tug-of-war with his own cock was not a battle he could ever win. As he shifted the jawbreaker in his mouth his tastebuds got another hit of that sweet addictive flavour and he felt his body surge with energy that quickly shot down towards his cock.

But just like before, he pulled it back and as a result, his body began metabolising the energy. Thick veins began rolling all over his body once again, carrying the bizarre power of the jawbreaker into his muscles and deep into his bones. His big toe soon strained against his shoes, the outline of his foot actually pushing up against the leather of his dress shoes like they were a pair of socks. The hem of his pants began to stretch away from his ankles, his legs lengthening and his thick calves finally getting a taste of fresh air. But after just a few inches, they could stretch no further as they became barred by his growing calves. However this wouldn't remain a problem for long as a massive tear in the fabric provided some space for his legs to breathe. The tear quickly went down the entire back of the lower half of his pants, exposing his bare flesh while the remains hung loosely across his exposed flesh. More tears then quickly began to form as his thighs tore the rest of his pants at the seams, exposing more of Patricks growing legs along with his briefs.

Patrick's shirt slipped out from where it was tucked in his belt from his advancing height. His abdominals brushed against the edges of his shirt, six mighty blocks of muscle stacked on top of one another and appearing painfully crafted as if from marble. His lats widened rapidly, forming a visible 'V-shape' that drew attention down towards his meat as he continued humping the strangers mouth from the other side. Soon then shirt started straining audibly as his growing shoulders and widening chest pulled his shirt down the middle. The buttons could only do so much to keep the garment together until finally a loud pop filled the stall as a button flew clear off and let his pectorals breathe, two square boulders sitting beneath pale skin that could barely contain them. As Patrick was hit with another wave of energy thick veins rapidly popped up against his skin and drew a roadmap all over his arms, permanently keeping his muscles fuelled with blood.

Patrick squeezed his eyes shut. He couldn't keep himself back any longer. A loud, deep rumble many times deeper than his normal voice came rising out of his throat. Somehow, he managed to keep himself from screaming but didn't have the strength to give warning. His huge, golf ball sized balls gurgled. For the second time that day, the dam holding back the flood broke. Hot seed came rushing out of his cock and straight into the throat of the stranger. He heard a gasp and a gag but he had no capacity for concern. That cocktail of hormones hit him like a brick wall and again sent him reeling into a euphoric bliss.. As more and more of his seed came blasting out, his already erect dick was pulled and changed by the constant flood. It grew thicker, wider so much so that it pressed up against the walls of the gloryhole. The seven inches of meat stretched further out as if searching for the mouth that had been wrapped around not too long ago. But its search stopped at nine inches as the flood began to subside.

Once again, exhaustion came after orgasm and Patrick pulled away from the gloryhole, his cock dripping like a faucet. Driven by instinct, he shoved his dick into back into his shredded pants. However, feeling the cool air against his skin made him realise something was... off. His shirt was no longer covering his chest. Now a chiselled canvas of muscle covered in sweat and a light dusting of red hair that definitely hadn't been there before was exposed for all to see. With his jacket, he almost looked like a Chippendale dancer.

"What the...?" he murmured, his voice slurred.

"Wow man..." came the voice of the strange. "Never seen anyone cum so much in my life. Fuck... And your cum is sweet. Like, literally. Sweet! What are you eating?"

Alarmed, Patrick gently wiped some of the seed dripping from his still erect dick and tentatively brought it to his lips. With a little lick, he got a taste of his surprisingly sugary cum. He was again reminded of the jawbreaker in his mouth.

And quickly drew a connection.

"I... Uh... I gotta go," he rumbled, his voice startling him.

He thought about spitting out the jawbreaker into the toilet but for some reason, he couldn't bring himself to do it. Without waiting for a reply from the stranger, he hurried out of the bathroom and back out into the mall. He got several stares and one mother even covered her child's eyes as he rushed by. His cheeks burned with embarrassment but thankfully, the shops were open until late. No one at the nearby clothing store asked for any explanation as he quickly bought a simple, plain, white shirt and a pair of loose fitting cargo pants to cover his new legs and package. Prying his massive feet out of his dress shoes was like trying to squeeze a brick through a small hole so he decided to forgo buying a new pair and just went with a pair of sandals.

Once he was somewhat appropriately dressed, he hurried out of the mall and rushed to get the next train back home. Panic was starting to set in. Questions of what was happening to him, how this was even remotely possible and what he actually looked like right now plagued his mind. But with his thoughts preoccupied, he subconsciously began suckling on the jawbreaker again. He kept catching himself in the act and forcing himself to stop. But the damage was done. He was addicted to the damn thing and the more he devoured it, the more he became aware of the changes happening in his body.

That energy kept no longer focused solely on his veins. It spread all throughout his body. He could feel it dancing across his chest like little bolts of electricity crackling over the peaks of his chest. Each one pushed out a new strand of hair out from his otherwise pale skin. The same thing was happening to his arms and even his legs. Right before his eyes, he watched as the hairs on his arms grew thicker and thicker, covering the network of veins that he now displayed. His cheeks began to feel a little itchy and a visible five o'clock shadow of darker red hair appeared just as he was one stop away from home. Every breath he took continued to expand his chest and he could already feel the sleeves of the shirt tightening around his muscles, being forced to match the contours of his ripped, Herculean form.

By the time he arrived at his train station, his legs had once again filled out the cargo shorts, his toes were hanging off the edge of the sandals and the shirt was threatening to rip apart. He barrelled past the other passengers, breaking into a run back to his apartment. The exercise helped once again as it consumed the energy that the jawbreaker constantly gave him and prevented more of the changes from occurring.

His massive heart was beating a rapid pace in his barrelled chest when he reached the front door of his building. Taking two steps at a time, he vaulted all the way up to the third floor and charged into his apartment. Throwing his keys aside Patrick headed straight to the bedroom and stood in front of the mirror and finally got to look at himself.

"Oh fuuuuuuck..." he moaned, squeezing his eyes shut.

The shirt split right down the middle, his back muscles erupting from the fabric with his shoulder blades leading the charge. The cargo shorts fell to the ground in shreds along with his underwear as his legs burst from them and another few inches were added to his height. Sticking out like a flagpole of victory was his cock, now a monstrous eleven inches and dripping with precum like a waterfall onto his carpet.

He stared at his reflection in the mirror, a look of worry marring his chiselled features. The strong square jaw covered in a light dusting of brown hair was not his own. His bright red hair was thicker than before and was matted against his skull. The same coloured hair covered his pectorals to form a treasure trail that met his thick pubic hairs. While there was hair on his thick, 26 inch arms, it wasn't as prominent as the ones on his forearm or the ones on his calves. He now stood at an immense 6'10'', a bodybuilder where once there had been a simply, skinny support technician.

"What the fuck...?" His entire body shuddered again. Thick veins pulsed beneath his skin and his muscles hardened just a little more.

He regarded his reflection on more time, focused entirely on the jawbreaker that was poking out against his cheek. A thousand voices were screaming in his head to keep it in there, just to see how big he was going to get. He was a man's man now. A stud. He could get any girl or guy he wanted! He had never had so much power before. But amongst the caucus, there was one voice that shouted the loudest of them all. It was the voice that compelled him to reach into his mouth and yank the jawbreaker out of his mouth.

With a thunderous cry, he charged straight towards the nearby window, yanked it open and threw the jawbreaker with all his might. It disappeared into the night, out of sight. The voices in his head told him to go after it but, renewed with his actions, that one voice told him to resist. Patrick slammed the window shut and turned his back to the cursed candy.

He stood there for a good minute.

Just taking in what he had done.

"I'm... I'm free..." he gasped. "I'm free!"

He broke into a partially hysterical laugh of relief and staggered over to his bed, collapsing into the sheets with his sweat soaking the bed. He covered his head with his meaty forearm. Bit by bit, the voices in his head began to fade. That compulsion, that addiction, was fading. He would have a lot of explaining to do once he went to work on Monday but with a body like his, he could probably go into construction or maybe personal training.

But that was a worry for another day.

He had more pressing matters to attend to namely the throbbing eleven inch dick slapping wetly against his abdominals. With a cocky smirk, he gripped the thick meat and entertained the thought of becoming a porn star. Like that guy at the mall said, he could cum more than anyone else. That would be a money making hook.

For the moment, Patrick stroked his meat and just enjoyed the pleasure that was unattached to the cursed candy. His massive hand went through practiced motions, pressure building constantly deep within his balls. Precum grew thicker and thicker and erupted from his dick in increasing quantities as he edged closer to orgasm He grinned at himself as he realized that this was going to be his third in only a few hours. That could probably be something else he could sell about himself within the porn industry.

He could feel himself getting closer to orgasm. As much as he wanted the sensation to last, he just wanted to cum, badly. Alone in the confines of his house, he had no qualms of just spraying his seed everywhere and making all the noise he wanted. He grunted, huffed and moaned. With his free hand, he tweaked his own nipples, the electric sensation driving him further to the edge.

But then he realized something was wrong.

He could feel his cum churning in his massive, balls and trying to shoot up his cock but something was stopping it. There was something blocking it, something keeping him from orgasm. Patrick frowned and sat up slightly, looking down at his own dick to see what the problem was.

Dread suddenly filled him as his eyes caught sight of the third orb sitting in his ball sack.

"Oh no..." he murmured.

Like a third testicle, the large ball just sat there, taunting him. He tentatively reached for it. It was hard, harder than a testicle should be but the mere touch of it sent a wave of lust rushing throughout his entire body. The sensation was crippling and he was thrown back against the bed on his back. Precum drizzled him as his hips involuntary began humping the air. His cum battered the third ball, pushing it out of his balls and towards the base of his dick!

"No!" he pleaded. "No-no-no! Please! No!"

But there was nothing he could do about it. His entire body had gone into autopilot. Hands clutched the sheets tightly, defying him from moving them; legs became locked in position. His hips just kept jerking into the air aiding his roiling seed in pushing the obscene orb further and further up his dick.

And it felt wonderful.

It was like feeling that moment of orgasm as his seed shot up the length of his cock in slow motion. He could _feel_every inch that the orb travelled, edging closer and closer towards the tip. Patrick could only watch as the sphere got closer and closer, sweat covering his entire body. When it reached the halfway mark, he was gone and lost in lust, his eyes squeezed shut and his pleas of protest turning into prayers of need.

The ball reached the tip of his dick, his piss slit opening wide as a flood of cum came pouring out like a waterfall. Cum covered the orb, lubricating its path as it created out of his cock and...

"Aaaaaaaaaaaah!" he screamed.

A loud, wet splashing noise came from his dick. The ball dropped out of his cock, paving the way for the barrage of seed that came out shortly afterwards. Patrick's entire body tensed, his back arched. His cum painted the headboard of his bed and splattered all across his face, covering it in the sticky, sweet white juices. He lost track of time. It seemed like an eternity that he lay there, bucking his hips with his seed pouring out of his body. His bed became soaked and the aroma of his musk filled the air.

Once the last drop of cum left his member, he slumped into his bed and finally dozed off into the sleep.

When he next woke, it was dark. Patrick groaned and wiped the sticky cum from his face, glad that it hadn't dried and caked onto his beard like some sort of lewd facial treatment. He propped himself up on his thick arms, confirming that his new physique was not just some sugar-induced dream.

Then he felt it.

That little ball that sat perfectly against his abdominals.

Dread filled him once more as he slowly picked it up and wiped his seed from its surface. The sugary outer coating of the jawbreaker taunted him, glistening in the dim light.

"No..." he whispered, tears forming in his eyes. "No... please... no..."

But as he pleaded, his body automatically shoved the jawbreaker back into his mouth. He moaned and wept at the same time. The taste was so good but he also knew what it meant. His tongue moved without his permission, rolling the large sugar ball all over his mouth and forcing him to savour the rush of energy that seeped through every vein. Patrick fell back into his bed, writhing against the unquenchable desire that built in his cock.

His hands, knowing full well that he could no longer resist, ran over the hard ridges and rippling mounds of his body, squeezing firm muscle through taut flesh and following the lines of every ridge and edge. Lusty moans rose from his throat. He salivated madly, wanting more of the sweetness that danced along his tongue and the strength that throbbed throughout his body, pushing up against his muscles and urging them to grow.

That blissful energy zipped all along his body, urging every limb to keep moving. Perhaps it his desperate attempt to cause some of that energy to dissipate before it caused more changes or maybe it was just a side-effect of his transformation. His hands were constantly groping every inch of his body, every little squeeze causing the muscle and bone beneath to grow from the stimulation. He threw his head from side to side, eyes shut in a mix of terror and ecstasy, a bizarre smile on his lips, his drool dribbling down his chin as he suckled on the jawbreaker. His toes constantly twitched, feet jerking back and forth and legs kicking madly. Violent heat pumped through his veins and he could feel that energy building all over his body just like it had been building in his dick when he had produced that jawbreaker. He wasn't sure what was going to happen but he knew there was nothing he could do to stop it.

The fiery sensation began to mount at the tip of his big toes, becoming so strong that he it felt like he was on the verge of orgasming again. A gasp left his lips as his thick dick spurted sweet cum onto his belly. At the same time, he felt his big toe suddenly cool. A strange crackling noise filled his ears and he regained enough senses to lift his left leg into the air and open his eyes.

Terror once again seized his chest as he watched the nail on his big toe suddenly darken, almost like it had been taken by gangrene. But this was different from rotting flesh. The nail hardened, becoming as strong as diamond. And it grew. The strange growth began spreading all over his toe, rapidly consuming it. The adjacent toe suddenly froze in place, unmoving as the growth _leapt_from his big toe to the adjacent one, melding them into one. Panic having taken him, Patrick checked his other foot and sure enough, the same transformation was occurring. All he could do was watch as the bizarre growth merged all five of his toes into one. His foot suddenly jerked forward, bones twisting and merging, and the entire shape of the appendage morphing into something alien.

And it felt so good.

It took him a moment to realise that a hoof had formed at the end of his foot and the moment that word hit his brain, his cock let out a joyous burst of sweetened cum. The shot sent his mind reeling once more, leaving it vulnerable in its sex-addled state. Defences down, strange forces began implanting thoughts on how to walk with his new feet into his mind, disconnecting certain nerves and reattaching them to better suit his new body structure.

Patrick's jaw dropped open, eyes gazing off into the distance as he learned. All the while, his feet twisted and grew his heel and tips of his toes stretching further and further away from another. His feet's structure reshaped so that he permanently appeared to be standing on the tips of his toes, a digitigrade stance. His hooves quickly widened to support the immense weight he would soon be putting on them. To supplement this, his calves ballooned out, thick veins pumping long their heart-shaped lengths. Two thick, teardrop shaped muscles sat pressed against one another, bulging out on either side of his shin with a clear divide right between them. Then thick, bright red hairs began springing from all over his calves, covering the muscles in a curtain of silky, crimson fur.

He moaned loudly with the length of his leg rapidly growing and stretching. His knees packed on both bone and muscle mass. Already thickened thighs bulged out, damning him to never be able to stand with them pressed together comfortably; they were simply too thick. His quads were like tree trunks and his hamstrings were decorated by a roadmap of veins that disappeared into his shapely ass. His hands roved the mounds of his legs. At first, they felt so alien but then his cock was hit by a powerful spasm, sweet cum splattering his face. It was like a slap to the face. Patrick jerked his head back. Knowledge of his new legs began seeping into his mind, telling him how to walk and how to use them. More, it told him about the fur all over them. For a moment, he wondered where that fur was then, right beneath his fingers, he felt the thin coat of chocolate brown fur pushing out of his pale, white skin, covering it entirely.

There it was.

Some part of Patrick realised this was wrong and also realised that the constant orgasms were somehow the root of it. He couldn't stop the jawbreaker, he was addicted but perhaps if he could stop himself from cumming, he could save some portion of his mind. So, in desperation, he pooled all his will into seizing his right hand and squeezing his thick cock, trying to stop the flow of his essence. But it was like trying to plug a garden hose gone wild. He let out a cry as his cock surged upwards towards his chest in defiance, cresting the mountains of his pectorals and spraying him directly in the face with his sweet cum. He spluttered and coughed. As punishment, whatever force was influencing his body began pooling in his balls, causing them to enlarge, growing to the size of oranges. Soon he could _feel_his engorged testicles brushing up against his titanic thighs like ball bearings. His thick pubic hair grew wild and longer, becoming bright red pubic fur that matched the 'sleeves' that hung around his thighs.

He let out another cry as hot cum shot up from his new balls and came shooting out the length of his dick. A whimper left his lips as he was once again showered by his own seed. Through the rain, he could see his up-to-then human cock changing. It grew thicker, more tube-like in shape. A strange growth began appearing about halfway down his dick, a ring of flesh that marked the halfway point of his monstrous eighteen inch member. The flesh grew darker, becoming a deeper chocolate brown than fur. The mushroom-like helmet sinking into itself and becoming flatter, almost disc-like.

Patrick, in his shock, touched his new equine dick with one hand. But that only proved to be the catalyst to the next stage of his changes. Another cry left his lips. More cum came spewing out of his new cock, his body putting it through its paces. The muscles all over his chest stretched and grew taut. His already broad shoulders surged out even more, pushing them to the edge of his bed. His washboard abdominals pushed out further, eight solid slabs of muscle stacked beneath two mountainous pectorals. As his cock throbbed, his pecs grew bigger and bigger, squeezing it between the tight ravine they formed as his nipples like twin, black peaks atop the mountains stood proudly even as his chest was covered in a coat of chocolate covered fur. That same chocolate brown fur that covered his legs spread like wildfire all over his upper body, sweeping over his abs, cresting his pectorals and rolling down his bulging arms. The thick red hair that had formed over his pectorals grew even thicker. Like raging wildfire his chest hair stood out proudly against his brown fur trailing down the valley of his abdominals to meet his pubic hair.

His breathing rapid, heavy and thick, Patrick lifted his spare hand and watched it reshape in terror. His fingernails grew dark just like his toes and he wondered if they would merge to become a hoof as well. Sure enough, the nails quickly consumed the tips of his fingers like conical caps. There was no compulsion to stick them together and there was some relief in knowing that he would get to keep his thumbs even if they were attached to huge, skull-crushing hands. He flexed his arm, veins bulging all over the limb but only to watch those very same veins disappear slightly beneath a curtain of bright red fur that sprang from his forearms.

Realising there was only one place left for the changes to finish, Patrick squeezed his eyes shut and prepared for the worst. Another moan left his lips and his cock sent out another ocean of sperm flying into his face. In a way, the sweet seed was kind of a warm blanket that soothed the transition. His neck thickened to match his body. Patrick threw his head back, carrying the moan from his throat towards his lips even as those very same lips began pulling away from his skull, his face stretching upward. His nose was dragged with his departing lips, becoming nostrils as they flattened against his new skull. Ears were pulled backwards in the opposite direction, becoming tall and pointed while his bright, red hair rolled down the back of his neck to form a long and flowing mane.

Cum began churning once more in his balls but Patrick had given up. He didn't need the orgasm to knock him back so that the jawbreaker could fill his mind with whatever it needed. Still, he came and knowledge of how to use his new senses, how to eat, how to breathe, how to see all flooded his mind just as his cum flooded his chest.

But he was not quite done yet.

The newly formed equine instinctively squeezed his huge cock with both massive hands as the jawbreaker began filling him with more information before it fully faded into his new, lengthy tongue. He jerked his meat roughly, grunting and groaning, the air condensing in front of him as it came shooting out of his nostrils. His eyes squeezed shut; Patrick felt the presence of three jawbreakers forming in his balls. The sweetened cum lubricating the path up his shaft and once the first jet came out, his testicles began pushing the jawbreaker put his length.

Patrick roared, the most mind-blowing orgasm yet sending three new jawbreakers toppling out of his dick and down onto his bed. Even with the birth of the new sweets, Patrick continued shoot his seed onto the already soaked bed for a good, long minute.

Only then did he have some degree of rest.

Patrick panted, his tongue rolling off to the side of his newly formed muzzle and his eyes glazed over. He eyed the three spheres covered in cum just sitting not too far away from him and became aware that he no longer had a jawbreaker in his mouth. For the first time in that entire day, he didn't have a desire to have one of those things in his mouth.

His cock finally then finally started to recede, slipping into his thick, furry sheath.

At long last, he could rest.

But for how long, he wasn't sure. Because by the time he woke up, dawn was just breaking and he became aware of his huge, thick cock pressing up against his pectorals, demanding attention. A pressing desire to create more jawbreakers began nagging at him again. He whimpered and seized his dick. It wasn't long before he was once again shooting his load and producing an impressive six jawbreakers.

"I... I can't..." he whimpered. "I can't go on like this..."

Through his fear and panic, he remembered where he had received the jawbreaker in the first place.

If he was going to figure this out, he needed to go back to that place.

To the candy shop.

To the Candy Man.

Who can take a rainbow And wrap it in a sigh Soak it in the sun and Make a tasty lemon pie The candy man Oh the candy man can The candy man can 'Cause he Mixes it with Love and Makes the world Taste good

Salty Taffy

Vaughn had given a lot of blowjobs in his young life. A lot. As in more than fifty.

At twenty years of age, he was putting himself through community college on a boring barista job at the local coffee shop. At least officially. Unofficially, he was also an 'escort'. That is to say that he was a guy who accompanied other people, male or female, and made them feel good any way he could. This meant going on dates, walking around with them in public and even playing the pretend boyfriend along with any other "services" be provided. Not every client was looking for intimacy or sex but when people think 'escort service' fucking was usually the first thing on their mind.

So yeah, Vaughn had given a lot of blowjobs.

But this little off-the-clock servicing was just... different. It was a Friday afternoon and he was out and about waiting for his friends to show up so they could get together to hang out. His shift at the café had just ended and he had a little extra spending money. So he thought it was about time he caught up with his friends and treated himself in the process. But then there was this huge, buff guy literally bursting out of his clothes that came rushing past him in the food court and went running towards the toilets. Vaughn could appreciate a hot guy but goddamn was that stud huge, hung and handsome. And even though he didn't get a full glance at the guy's package the memory of that cock bulging out of those slacks was permanently burned into his mind.

Like a magnet or perhaps a moth drawn to a flame, Vaughn followed the stud all the way to the toilets. Keeping a few paces behind he couldn't believe his luck when the guy jumped into the corner stall. This mall was one of the many places some of his clients wanted to meet and sometimes they wanted something... discrete and perhaps impersonal. Actually seeing someone's face as they sucked your dick or you fucked their ass was something most people who asked for escorts couldn't quite take at first. Especially if they were new to that world. Those who opted for this option allowed Vaughn to take them to this particular stall - if they were okay or maybe even into semi-public sex - and then Vaughn would blow them off.

Of course, as a rule of thumb, Vaughn had never solicited others for sex but this guy... he just could not keep his eyes off him. Even when he jumped into the adjacent stall, he went on his hands and knees and peered through the gloryhole. His eyes bulged as he got his first look at that thick, throbbing dick that seemed almost impossibly big and and nearly as thick as his wrists. He couldn't help himself and basically introduced himself to the guy in the sexiest way he could.

"Don't leave me to just watch."

He honestly didn't expect the guy to comply but when that huge, musky prick entered his mouth, Vaughn was in heaven. The next few minutes were utter bliss and though he vaguely registered that the precum erupting from the guy was oddly sweet, he really didn't pay it any mind. The other guy even started to get into it as well, banging his hips against the stall and nearly gagging him a few times. But when the time came the guy went off like a rocket Vaughn was taken off guard. The first blast shot down his throat immediately and then the next few shots fired all too soon. As he finally broke off from the delicious prick to breath he was still being coated in the man's sweet spunk. It was as if he was drowning in a sea of oddly sweet seed. But he loved every moment of it.

It was a pity that the stud had to hurry off. Vaughn would have loved to make him a client. After the load he had just sucked down he would defiantly the guy a discount. After cleaning himself up a little, he stepped back out into the mall. He had to make sure that his wavy, brown hair was perfectly clear of any evidence before he could step back outside. That guy had gone off like a firehose and what he couldn't swallow ended up blasting him right in the face and all over the stall. Feeling satisfied but with his own cock aching for release, Vaughn went to where he was meant to meet his two friends Hank and Rory.

A couple of minutes later his friends arrived, waving him down as they approached. Hank was 6'6'', a whole foot taller than Vaughn. His ebony skin was unblemished and perfect. The lean physique he wore served him well in the escort service and he was the one that introduced Vaughn into the world. From experience, Vaughn knew Hank was packing and his African-American features offered something exotic and perhaps even a little primal that Vaughn's 'white trash ass' could never offer. But Vaughn tended to offer something Hank refused to put up - his ass. Hank was solely a top and his cocky swagger, the glint in his dark brown eyes and distinct military-boy outfits he tended to favour made sure everyone knew that he was the domineering type.

Rory, on the other hand, was more 'vanilla'. Coming from a somewhat conservative Vietnamese family, he was lean, tall, played a lot of basketball and would never have even considered jumping into the escort service no matter how much he was paid. Still, he met Vaughn at the café where they both worked, they both attended the same community college class - though for Rory it was more out of an extension of his engineering course at the city university. Despite being raised to uphold traditional values, there was no denying that Rory had a bit of a rebellious streak. His hair was constantly dyed platinum blonde and he kept it styled in long pointed spikes like a cartoon Anime character that made him look a little taller than Vaughn. Though they were really only just about the same height and he also sported had a diamond stud in his left ear. For many years Vaughn had tried to convince Rory to get a tattoo like he had but Rory just laughed it off saying it would give his parents a heart attack.

"You look happy," Hank said, waggling his thick eyebrows at Vaughn. "You got a call from a hot guy?"

"Better," Vaughn replied smugly. "I just blew one off in the bathroom stalls." He hiked a thumb over his shoulder in the vague direction of the bathrooms. "This guy was huge! Like a bodybuilder huge! Veins everywhere and pumped like a freakin' god! And his dick... Fuck!"

Rory winced. "Guys, what have I said about this kind of talk around me. Can we just grab dinner and avoid the dick talk?"

"Why? Afraid you'll be shamed because of your puny Asian prick?" Hank teased, leaning down towards Rory with a sinister smirk. Vaughn had long suspected that Hank had a thing for Rory; perhaps it was a matter of Rory being straight and obviously unattainable to the domineering, confident man. "Wish you had a big black dick like mine? You can touch it, you know. Just so you know how it'll feel."

The engineering major didn't even blush and just pushed Hank away. "Yeah, yeah. 'It's as close as I'll ever get', 'I should worship it' and 'I could get closer to it I it was inside me'. Same bullshit as always, Hank. I'm starving, let's eat." He shot Hank a piercing look. "And no, I'm not in the mood for some 'blood sausage'."

"You take the fun out of everything."

The trio went to the food court and bought themselves some fast food. It was unhealthy and Vaughn knew that he would have to work up a sweat at the track tomorrow to keep up his lean, 'boy-next-door' look but it was good to splurge every now and then. However, even after his greasy burger, fries and extra-large milk shake; he still had a craving for something and he had no doubt of what it was.

The taste of that guy's oddly sweet cum was still on his mind. It was a weird combination of sweet and salty, a perfect balance that tingled his taste buds and had him yearning for more. His taste was just too tantalising. He wanted more.

As always, just after dinner, the wandered around the shops looking for anything that they might like. Rory insisted they go to the local electronics store as he always did and they spent some time looking at movies or videogames. Hank always tried dragging them to the sporting goods store even though they both knew the only sport he ever partook in was the game of sex. Normally, Vaughn would have gone to the high-end clothing store. Not to actually buy anything but just to browse.

But something else caught his attention.

It was a candy store.

Designed like one of those old fashioned stores made of red brick, the building had red and white tarp over the door and displays with old fashioned looking writing across the windows. Compared to the higher end and more "modern" looking shops it seemed so out of place within the mall. It was rather appropriately named the 'Candy Man' and he wasn't sure whether or not to laugh or shake his head at the pun. Still, he was drawn to the store and insisted that they go in.

"Huh... this place new?" Hank asked as they approached the store. "I don't think I remember this being here before."

"It's a mall," Rory responded with a shrug. "Stores like this pop up every now and then without us even noticing. Probably got set up last weekend. Doesn't look like it's very big. Doubt it took much effort to set it up."

Vaughn wasn't looking for an explanation. He was after something sweet and perhaps a little salty. Pushing open the door he strode into the store, a light ringing meeting his ears from the actual bell hanging above the doorframe. There was a kindly store clerk sitting behind the counter reading something on the monitor in frount of him that seemed a bit out of place given the stores "old timey" theme.

"Evening boys," the man greeted, giving them all a pleasant smile. "What can I get you today?"

"We were just looking around..." Hank began.

Vaughn raised his hand. "Actually, I was after something."

The clerk smiled and moved out from behind the counter. "Well then, what kind of sweet were you after? We've got a variety here. Did you want something chewy? Something to last you a while? Maybe something minty? Sour?"

"Sweet and maybe a little salty?" he suggested. He glanced over at where there were some salted caramel bars neatly wrapped and stacked. "I just had dinner and didn't want something too overpowering..."

"Ah then why don't you have some of these?" The clerk said as he reached into a nearby rustic looking barrel and pulled out a handful of colourful, individually wrapped candies. Vaughn recognised them and gave the clerk a rather puzzled look.

"Saltwater taffy?"

"You know those things aren't actually salty, right?" Rory said, ever the know-it-all.

"In mainstream confectionaries, yes," answered the clerk with a strange, enigmatic smile. "But you'll find that our saltwater taffy is quite unique in that sense. Here, try one."

Not one to turn down freebies, Vaughn shrugged and took one of the taffies. The clerk offered the others one as well and they each unwrapped it and popped them into their mouths. Vaughn was pleasantly surprised. While it was mostly sweet, there was a salty undertone to it that added a lot more depth of flavour. Every little bite of saltiness only enhanced the sweet so much more later on. It was _exactly_what he was looking for.

"Damn, these are good," Hank rumbled, nodding his head.

"How much?"

The store clerk looked at the big grandfather clock sitting in the corner. "Tell you what, boys? It's almost closing time and I'm feeling generous." He reached for the little stack of plastic bags beside the taffy barrel, filled it to the brim with the colourful candies and handed it to Vaughn. "Take them. On the house."

Vaughn's eyes widened. There had to at least be ten pounds worth of taffy in there. "You serious?"

With a shrug, the clerk said, "Like is said, almost closing time. It's a Friday. Go on, enjoy your candy." He smiled at them and bid them to head on out. Vaughn thanked the man but as he turned, he could have sworn he caught a glint of something sinister in the man's eyes. But he just shrugged it off and headed out the door, his mouth gummed up by the delicious taffy.

"That was weird..." Rory murmured.

"What's so weird about it?" Hank said. "Nice guy handing out free stuff just before closing. Ain't nothin' weird about it."

"Doesn't it seem a little... I don't know... like paedophilia to you?" Rory regarded the bag of sweets that Vaughn was carrying. "A guy offering kids some sweets?"

Vaughn couldn't help but laugh though with his mouth full of the taffy, the sound he emitted was a little gruff and a bit more of a gurgle. "You're overreacting, man. Besides, do you see a truck around here or something that he'll drag us into and buttfuck us?" He grabbed a handful of the taffies. "Speaking of which, here, take some. This is a hell of a lot of taffy."

Rory held up his hands, hesitant, so Hank eagerly grabbed the offered handful and shoved it into his pockets. Vaughn offered the bag of sweets again to Rory who, after taking a deep breath, took his own handful.

They spent another half-hour just wandering around the mall. Vaughn barely registered when he dove into the bag and took another taffy. Only when he actively began looking for a place to put the discarded wrappers did he realise he had eaten so many. He counted at least seven wrappers he had to dispose of though he wasn't alone in his endeavour. Hank threw away at least twice that and Rory guiltily threw away about five.

They were that good.

And they reminded him of where he got the first taste of that succulent blend of salty and sweet. It got blood rushing back towards his dick and his mind became flooded with imagery of that hunky guy practically_bursting_ from his suit and all that cum he sprayed everywhere. His erection became very insistent and he ached to have his release. He had been horny before but this was something else.

Thankfully, he didn't have to look for an excuse. Hank mentioned that he had a phone call and considering how neither Vaughn nor Rory heard the ringtone, they knew what they meant. Hank was getting a call for a fuck. It was something the dark Adonis had taught Vaughn. Explaining to friends and family that you suddenly got a booty call was a conversation that was best avoided. So switching their agency's phone number to a silent ring was the best course of action. That way, they could subtly slip away, take the call and make some other excuse if needed.

A moment later, Hank returned.

"Well, looks like I got a hot lay ahead of me," he said, flashing his perfect pearly white teeth.

"I can tell," Vaughn snickered, eyeing the bulge in Hank's pants. "Have fun big guy."

"You know I will." He winked at Rory. "You wanna come with, cutie? Threesomes are fucking hot."

Oddly enough, Rory didn't shoot Hank down immediately. He actually seemed to consider it for a moment. Then he shook his head and, as always, pushed Hank away with a scoff. "Maybe next time, big guy."

"Suit yourself."

"Don't I get an invite?" Vaughn complained.

"Company policy, bro," Hank answered, lifting his hand. "Client pays me to have sex with them. Ain't gonna pay double with two guys are involved that's from the same pimp."

That was true, sadly enough, no matter how well Vaughn may have performed.

Once Hank left, Rory called it a night and headed on home. Vaughn agreed and was grateful that 'home' wasn't that far from the mall. Being relatively poor meant that all he and his mom could afford was a two bedroom apartment about a thirty minute walk from the mall. Some would say that was some prime real estate but by the fact that Vaughn could easily whore himself out to someone on the street for a decent amount of cash just five feet from his doorstep said a lot about the price of housing.

When he arrived home, his mother wasn't there. Probably still out pulling a night shift at the grocery store. Sometimes, Vaughn wondered if she'd be better off without him but with their lack of funds, he wondered where he would go. The ultimate goal was to get a degree at the community college, find a decent job and move out.

But that was for later.

At the moment, Vaughn had an aching need that he simply could not ignore.

He headed into the second bedroom in the apartment, his bedroom, and shut the door. He made sure it was locked and pulled down his pants, letting his impressive nine-inch uncut dick spring up to freedom. A wave of relief washed over him as he eagerly gripped his dick with a practiced hand and began stroking the lengthy piece of meat. Precum was pouring out of the tip, more than he had ever produced. The day's events had really gotten him worked up. Even while he started jacking off he didn't even notice that he still had a piece of taffy in his mouth.

Vaughn kicked off his shoes and slipped off the rest of his pants. He didn't even manage to make it towards his bed before he could feel the onset of orgasm knocking. His whole body quaked and shook. Being a man whore, he had become accustomed holding himself back and he put that 'training' to good use. It was with an enormous amount of will that he pulled his hand away from his dick and took a few deep breaths to calm himself down. It was then that he vaguely registered that all the precum seemed a little more... elastic than before but all the blood had rushed towards his dick. Besides, he was never much of a thinker before. Rory was the brains of their group.

He couldn't get out of his shirt fast enough and he took his lean physique over to the bed. But then like a bolt of electricity a sudden shockwave of lust that radiated from his dick, forcing him down onto his knees just short of the bed itself. Memories that that enormous dick feeding him that salty-sweet cum flooded his mind, his brain drugged by strange chemicals that heightened his pleasure. With the taste of the taffy in his mouth, the images in his mind grew all the more vivid. It was like he was back in that bathroom stall, sucking on that massive cock again. Only this time, he finally got to whip out his dick and jack off.

The addled boy didn't even bother crawling up to his bed and only laid beside it, resisting the urge to seize the throbbing member between his legs. He lasted all of ten seconds before instinct won over sense and he grabbed his sticky member, a spurt of precum shooting out of the tip in joy. As he started working himself up to a steady rhythm he felt another jolt of pleasure shoot throughout his entire body. Making his his eyes became glazed, lost in lust as all outside thought where muddled and all he could think about was that big fat cock.

Electric pleasure shot throughout his entire body, stimulating his muscles and paving the way for what was to come. As he chewed and suckled on the piece of taffy in his mouth, mysterious energies began flooding his body, travelling down his throat, pooling in his stomach before radiating outwards and filling the rest of form. Thick veins pushed up against his flesh, consuming whatever little body fat he had left and turning him into a lean, ripped specimen of a man.

A groan left his throat. He threw aside all desire to hold back and vigorously stroked his cock, _begging_to cum. However the pressure of his seed built in his balls but no matter how much he wanted to cum, he was denied the pleasure of release. Vaughn bucked his hips, whimpered and even began twisting his own nipples with his free hand all in an attempt to get to his climax but his body just would not let him cum.

Little did he know, his body was quickly consuming the energy that came from the mysterious taffy. His muscles hungrily accepted the offering, growing thicker and stronger until they began to push his skin taut. His once visible but otherwise unimpressive pectorals grew, his ribs and lugs growing bigger and bigger as his chest swelled to fit into the new growing chest cavity. Next came his nipples as they grew flushed with pleasure, hardening like diamonds as they crested the mountains that had become his pectorals. Below the growth of his upper body another series of changes then began to wrack his abdominal muscles. With each breath the thin outlines of muscle clenched and relaxed, growing bigger and bigger until they painfully pressed up against one another. What had once been a barely visible stack of six cubes grew into eight solid blocks of muscle that looked painfully chiselled, his belly button disappearing between their folds. Sweat then began to roll off his skin, causing every edge of muscle to glisten and shine in the dim light of his room.

The muscles all along his legs grew wider, the lean legs of a runner transforming into tall poles of sinewy muscle that were covered in veins like vines. For a moment, his feet ached but that feeling quickly left him as they expanded, ready to accept his new weight. His grip around his cock grew stronger just as his dick became thicker, meatier. With every stroke of his monster cock, his forearms bulged, the accompany biceps and triceps bulging out. The energy could not be consumed by his upper arm bled into his shoulder, forming strong plates of muscle that led to his thickening neck.

It was with a long gasp that his body finally had enough of the feast for the moment. Vaughn threw his head back, mouth hanging open in a gasp. His thick cock was hit by a strong spasm, his seed shooting out of the tip and splashing all over his face. His entire body seized up, paralysed by pleasure. Like a firehose had been attached to his crotch, his cock just kept shooting more and more seed, splattering all over his bed and splashing his face. He barely registered the oddly sweet-salty tasted of his cum as he fell directly into his mouth. The amazing taste instinctively drove him to swallow his own seed, lapping it up and licking his lips eagerly even as more seed came.

Eventually, the flood ended and the exhausted teen slumped on the side of his bed, exhausted.

Vaughn fell into a peaceful slumber.

Only when he heard his phone buzzing noisily did he wake. It felt like hours later and it was already dark outside. He couldn't hear his mother so he assumed she was still working a very late shift or it wasn't that late yet. The time on his phone indicated it was just a little past seven in the evening. Still fairly early. The caller was also the agency.

"Hello?" he groggily answered. He licked his lips, tasting the salty-sweet taste of his own seed. Though he just dismissed the odd taste as coming from the taffy that he had been downing like his life depended on it.

It was indeed the agency and they had one of his regulars asking for him.

"Buck...?" he muttered. "Yeah, I know him. Where does he want to meet?"

He was given an address and Vaughn replied that he would be there. Before he hung up, the agency worker asked if he was feeling okay as his voice sounded a little hoarse. Vaughn chalked it up to having just woken up after what felt like the best orgasm ever.

Vaughn finally switched on the lights in his room if only to see where he was going and to find something suitable to wear. Then he saw the extent of the damage he had done. His cum was all over his bed, lying in sticky white puddles all over his sheets. He had never produced so much before though he wondered if that guy in the mall bathroom was taking something because now it seemingly affected him! He chuckled to himself and considered finding the guy and seeing if he could get some of that stuff. Being able to produce so much would help him make a killing in his line of work.

He forewent underwear and threw on something suggestive; a pair of short denim shorts and a red tank top. He knew Buck Cunningham loved it when he came in looking rather effeminate. Buck was married after all and had only called for an escort when he and his wife had gotten into a rather bitter argument. Although these arguments seemed to happen at least once a week and Buck always called Vaughn to fuck. Though he hated the idea of being a homewrecker, Vaughn needed the money if he was going to keep up with tuition and eventually move out of this place.

He caught his reflection momentarily in the mirror and felt like something was a little... off. The 'boy-next-door' look was a little... diluted and he didn't look quite as effeminate as he would've liked. His muscles were a little too big. Well, he was sure Buck wouldn't mind. The guy was all about being on top and if he managed to stick his fat dick in something that was manly, he was sure to assert his alpha-male dominance.

Now 'properly' dressed, Vaughn started to head out the door. But he stopped for a moment as his foot brushed against the bag of taffy laying on the ground. With a shrug, he grabbed a handful, popped one in his mouth and pocketed the rest. Then he headed out and went straight to the bar that Buck liked to frequent; the one close to the construction site he worked on. Thing was, it was a straight bar and Buck and his co-workers were there all the time. It would be crowded on a Friday night but everyone was drunk enough not to notice the guy in the short shorts sliding into the back alley and subtly texting his client. While he waited,

Moments later, a burly construction working, smelling of sweat and concrete stepped out from the emergency exit. Buck wasn't much of a looker. He had a thick beard, big bear belly and was a hairy ape. But he had a fat dick that filled Vaughn to the brim and he was a well paying client. That was enough for Vaughn.

"Ya look different," Buck rumbled. "Been hittin' the gym?"

Vaughn flexed his arm. "Little bit. Like what you see?"

Buck grunted. "I don't really care." He gripped his package, already hard. "I need a fuck. Like right now. Up against the wall."

Vaughn played the part of the helpless victim and backed away, hands in the air. His client advanced, roughly seizing his wrists and pressing him against the cold, brick wall. Buck never kissed, he never cuddled and he certainly never said anything sweet. He was a man's man and he needed a fuck. But today, he paused and sniffed Vaughn.

"You smell nice."

Funny thing to say to a guy who had just cum all over himself. Then he realised it must be the taffy in his mouth. "Do I now?" he teased, gently breathing down on Buck, the sweet-salty smell of the taffy wafted into the construction worker's nostrils.

Buck's eyes widened and he roughly pressed his lips against Vaughn's, gently brushing his tongue against the taffy Vaughn was suckling on. It was only a moment and Buck broke it by pulling away.

"That shit tastes nice," he grunted. "Where'd you get it?"

"A store in the mall," Vaughn answered with a shrugged. "Call the 'Candy Man'. Has some really cool shit. Old timey looking."

"Nice." Buck then grabbed Vaughn's shorts and yanked them down roughly. "Enough talk. We fuck."

Of course Buck had a condom and while he put it on, Vaughn swallowed the candy he had in his mouth. But the moment it was gone, he instantly felt a yearning to have more of it. He couldn't resist and unwrapped another one and began chewing on it. His eyes were fixed on Buck's thick, fat cock as his own began to rise to its full eleven inches. With the taste of the candy on his tongue, memories of the thick dick that had he had sucked off and that wonderful orgasm began flooding his mind again. He mildly wondered if he was starting to condition himself. Maybe the taffy was like his aphrodisiac or something. Could be his 'thing'.

He didn't get much time to mull about the idea. Buck was straight to business. There was no foreplay with him though Vaughn wished he at least had some lube. It didn't matter, Vaughn had been fucked so many times he was pretty loose and with a 'regular' like Buck's fat cock, he didn't much need it. It meant he had to squeeze down for those guys with non-beer-can thick dicks though.

Buck had him pressed up against the wall again facing away from him. The construction worker wasn't the type to look a guy he fucked in the eye. Vaughn felt him enter, rough and hard like he always did. The experienced escort knew well enough to keep his voice down especially in such a public place and the taffy certainly helped. He imagined being spit roasted with that guy from the mall shoving that monster member down his throat and Buck's fat cock spearing him from behind. It got him leaking pre like a faucet and with Buck's vigorous thrusting, he was painting the wall with the sticky, clear fluids.

Whether he realised it or not, the salty-sweet scent began permeating the air. The heat from his body, the sweat from Buck's and the alley's scents did nothing to hide the strong odour that came from his pre. It seeped into his nostrils, filling his mind and lifting him back into that wonderful blissful state. Buck breathed in the fumes as well and he quickly fell into a rhythm as he too fell prey to the mysterious aroma.

Just like before, Vaughn's body accepted the changes all too willingly. His chest rumbled audibly, a sound like stretching leather filling the alleyway. His abdominal muscles began to stretch and grow, that sculpted eight back becoming flanked by an array of muscles that bulged out of his flanks, giving him the look of a man who could wear one of those anatomically correct bodysuits like the superheroes in comics wore. Only these wasn't a suit, it was his body. To complement that amazing abdominals, his chest expanded and grew, pushing his tank top to its limits. His nipples pushed out past the fabric, visible even through the darkness. The straps of the shirt disappeared through the folds of his deltoids and neck.

Thick veins pushed up against his skin especially around his shoulders. They carried the raw strength all down his arms where it fuelled the growth of his arms. His biceps bulged, becoming as large as watermelons and his triceps surged to accompany them. All in all, his arms became as large as Buck's head. His forearms became decorated by a lattice of veins, each one throbbing to the beat of his rapidly pulsing heart and cock. His hands clenched and unclenched, each motion letting them grow bigger, thicker and stronger.

It didn't seem right that a man with such a magnificent torso be confined to a mere 5'4''. Whatever power compelled him to grow pumped mass into his spine. His bones cracked and grew rapidly, adding a good half a foot to his height. The red tank top rode up his abdominals as inch by inch, he sprang up to a decent 5'10''.

Vaughn's transformation was far from over. His legs throbbed with the rhythm of his cock and Buck's feverish thrusts. Like a pump for his muscles, the construction worker's hips encouraged his quads to grow, Hard lines and curves of muscle appeared all over his legs, big and strong so much so that the hairs all over his legs seemed to vanish in the vast fields of muscle. A roadmap of veins rolled down his thighs, running down the mounds of his calves until they reached his expanding feet. His toes stretched past the sandals that he wore, brushing against the ground. With the mass in his legs, he needed more height to bring him back to proportion.

Unable to contain himself, Vaughn let out a moan. His legs took that as a sign and added another half foot to his height, bringing him to an impressive 6'4'', just about Buck's height. Neither man was too concerned with the sudden growth as the scent Vaughn exuded became so strong that their brains basically marinated in it. They became two wild animals fucking in the alley and whatever reservations Buck may have had about fucking a guy quickly went out the window.

For the first time since the he had hired Vaughn, Buck pressed his sweaty body against the escort's, feeling the powerful muscles all along the teen's back and the power it radiated. His big, meaty hand reached around Vaughn's waist and seized the throbbing dick coated with the strangely sticky precum. Vaughn gasped in surprise and in doing so triggered another change.

He could feel the pressure building in his dick and just like before, he just wanted to _cum_badly. It was like someone was pumping his balls full of cum, inflating them in size until they reached the size of golf balls. When they could stretch no farther, the seed started pumping into his dick. His cock grew thicker and thicker. Beer cans would've blushed at the sight of his mighty prick and men could easily be ripped open by just how thick it became. Only when the extra two inches brought him to a monstrous thirteen inches did Vaughn finally cum.

And he wasn't the only one.

Buck's hips slammed into his muscled, perfectly rounded ass one last time and sprayed his seed deep inside the teen. The amount seemed so miniscule compared to the ocean that erupted from Vaughn's massive dick. The young escort's eyes rolled into the back of his head and his jaw went slack. All the energy in his body became devoted to pouring out the cum that been pooling up in his balls. The first blast sent him reeling back into Buck, slamming his ass down on the construction worker's dick. The next few gave him room to stabilise himself but not by much. He was knocked into bliss, his mind becoming hardwired to love the sensation and quickly linking not only sex but the taffy to this wondrous feeling. He didn't even care when his cum splattered the whole wall and began forming a puddle beneath him large enough that it began soaking into his toes.

The strength of his seed didn't only affect him either. Buck, who had never cum more than one in a session, went rigid as a second blast shot out of his cock. The third drove Buck from consciousness and his body automatically gripped onto Vaughn for support, every action becoming autonomous. Both men stood in the same position for a whole five minutes, not truly conscious but just riding the storm of pleasure that their continuous orgasm had created. Even when their balls mercifully came up empty, they both let out a few grunts as a few dry orgasms rocked their bodies.

Eventually they had to come down from their sexual high and Vaughn was the first to start trying to gather what was happening. His first thought was that he really wanted to go back to bed and ride the waves of afterglow to the next morning. The dingy alleyway was not a place to sleep off the sex. He let out a deep, rumbling grunt, not even really registering how his voice had dropped an octave.

"You done...?" he murmured sleepily.

Just to make sure that he exerted his dominance, Buck thrust his hips one last time so that he got the last 'fuck' in. The construction worker was drenched in sweat as he extracted himself from Vaughn. Neither man registered Vaughn's sudden transformation as they were both still swimming in the cocktail of euphoria that addled their minds. Vaughn pulled up his shorts which might as well have been a jockstrap with how it hung around his thighs. It was impossible to shove his semi-erect cock into the garment so he just made do with letting stand pressed up against his abs, the waistband of his shorts keeping it in place.

He bid Buck a good evening, not even taking any payment, and headed off. As if by instinct, he reached into the pocket of his shorts, pulled out a taffy, unwrapped it and popped it into his mouth. He didn't remember what he did with the wrapper.

It was about halfway back to his home that he started to feel a little... strange. Heavier. Bigger. But with the taffy in his mouth, those thoughts kept getting pushed back as he could feel his arousal starting to kick in again.

"Fuck I'm horny..." he grunted, a cheeky grin on his face. "I need to be fucked again..."

He wondered if anyone was up for a freebie this evening and reached for his cum-soaked phone. It was a miracle that it still worked especially given how thick, viscous and sticky his seed was. He didn't even give a second thought to leaning down and licking his salty-sweet juices off the screen.

Then his phone rang.

Blinking in surprise, it took him a few seconds to register who was calling him.

"Rory?" he greeted.

"H - H - hey, Vaughn."

Concern overrode all the pleasant feelings that came from chewing on the candy. He even found the will to push aside his erection and focus on the call. "Hey man. You okay? You sound terrible."

"Um... h - hey... fuck... Um... You wanna come over? I... I got something I need help with."

"Sure man. I'll be there. Just give me half an hour. You live kind of far."

"S - sure... H - hurry... Ah!"

Vaughn hung up and quickly hailed a cab. The cabbie didn't ask any questions about the six foot bodybuilder in revealing clothing sporting a poorly concealed hard on and just drove him to the suburbs where Rory lived. He paid the man and jogged up to the quaint single-storey home.

The lights were off and the car was missing which mean that Rory's parents weren't home. Fear began pumping through his veins. He had heard all the urban legends and slasher rumours that occurred in the suburbs. This looked to be the start of one. Maybe Rory had called him over because he was hiding from a killer or something.

He shook away those thoughts. Rory would've called the police first.

He rang the doorbell and just like that, the lights inside flickered on.

The door opened a second later only the man who answered wasn't quite Rory.

The huge guy in front of him stood at a whopping 6'9'', taller than Vaughn, and all muscle. Despite the size difference, this was clearly his bookish friend. Rory was completely shirtless and the boxers he wore were wound so tightly around his thighs that they almost burst. His package was barely contained by them and upon seeing Vaughn, the strain started to show as a wet spot started to appear against them. Vaughn's eyes were drawn straight to Rory's abdominals which was simply a wall of delicious muscle. It was all Vaughn could do not to tackle his friend and run his tongue up and down that canvas of muscle.

"Rory! What happened to you!?"

"Me? What happened to you?" Rory responded. "You're fucking... urgh!"

Before his friend could finish, Rory's eyes rolled into the back of his head and a visible tear appeared on his boxers. Vaughn's eyes widened in surprise as Rory's dick _burst_out of his boxers, ripping the garment to shreds. Only it wasn't quite... human. It was big, thick as a beer can but it was bright red, fleshy and had a pointed tip. It sprang from a thick forest of dark brown pubic hair that wrapped around Rory's balls almost like fur.

He realised he was looking at a dog's dick. And for looking, he was rewarded by a splash of thick, sticky precum to the face. It smelled and even tasted like the taffy and his hormones started to go wild. But concern over his friend still overruled his instincts... barely.

"Rory..."

"Fuck... that's the third piece of underwear I've torn through..." Rory grunted, staring helplessly at his alien dick. "I'm going to need to take another cold shower." Realising that he was standing in the door with his monster cock out, he stepped aside and said, "Come in. I need help with this."

"Whatever I can do, man."

And he meant it.

More than anything, he wanted that dick inside of him. It looked like it was the only thing that would fit and perhaps fill him like Buck's never could. He stepped inside and Rory led him to his room at the back of the house. The smell of sex filled the air mixed with the odd salty-sweet scent of cum and taffy.

The moment Vaughn stepped into the room, however, Rory seized his waist and tackled him to the ground. Loud whimpers left Rory's lips as he ravaged Vaughn's neck with licks and little nips. His friend began to feverishly dry hump him and the feeling of that hot, thick, doggy dick rubbing up against his thighs stirred something primal in Vaughn.

"I'm sorry..." Rory whimpered. "I just need to fuck you so bad!"

Vaughn didn't reply verbally and just tore off his shorts. Using his new strength, Rory lifted the slightly smaller Vaughn off the ground and deposited him on the couch. The motion threw Vaughn's legs up and settled them directly around Rory's waist. A wild, animalistic look crossed Rory's features as his precum splattered all over Vaughn's ass.

"I... I don't know what's happening..." Rory begged. "I've just been so... fucking horny!"

Then Vaughn smelled his breath.

The taffy.

It was the taffy!

Whatever was in it was doing this do them.

He should've panicked. He should have tried to convince Rory to stop but as the salty-sweet aroma of his own and Rory's precum filled his nostrils mixed with the smells already in the room, his concern began to fade in exchange for a desire to be filled.

Rory clearly felt the same way because he began stuffing his dick deep into Vaughn's ass. The pointed tip made easy entry but the sheer girth of that monster dick began to stretch Vaughn in a way that he hadn't been penetrated in such a long time. Within the confines of Rory's home, he was allowed to moan as loudly as he could and Rory mirrored the noise.

Both men began to pant loudly. Rory quickly found his rhythm, pumping inch after inch of his doggy dick into his friend. Neither of them cared that they both had a piece of taffy in their mouths or that as they fucked, they began to salivate madly. Rory's tongue began to lengthen and with each pant, it slipped further and further out of his lips, drizzling Vaughn's chiselled chest with his drool. The desire to fuck and be fucked grew them both and their gyrations only caused it to multiply exponentially.

Vaughn's dick was spewing sticky precum all over his chest, soaking his tank top while Rory's own member was eagerly pumping him full of the strange, sticky, sweet substance. Rory squeezed his eyes shut, sweat dripping all over his brow as the pressure growing within his body, that burning desire, grew to unbearable levels. Vaughn arched his back, inadvertently allowing more of Rory's dick to push deep into him. He threw back his head, eyes not truly focused and with his lips parted in a silent cry of ecstasy. Just like his friend, flames of lust grew stronger and stronger deep inside of him, lashing out at his bodybuilder's form and pushing his muscles, bones and skin out from the inside.

A loud tearing noise filled Rory's room as his tank top split down the middle, his pectorals bursting free like two volcanoes ready to erupt. The straps of the shirt broke even as some extra room was provided and the remnants of the garment just fell uselessly onto Rory's soaked couch. His rigid abdominals grew alongside his pectorals, thickening to become eight solid steel blocks that were as impenetrable as any armour. The muscles along his flanks grew bigger and more defined, rows of perfectly sculpted mounds accentuating his abs. He felt something hard and firm press up against his gurgling balls and once glance downwards revealed that it was Rory's own growing abs.

Right before his eyes, Rory's already immense frame grew even bigger. The changes he felt in his own body were mirrored in Rory's quivering frame. Shoulders broadened to become huge, bowling balls leading up to the mountainous hill that was a thick, corded neck. Biceps and triceps surged with new size and mass, divided by a tight valley and decorated by a lattice of lean veins. Rory's bulging forearms seized Vaughn's tree trunk thighs, holding them in place even as both of their changes reached their climax.

Vaughn could feel deeper changes occurring within him, his suggestive mind filled with information and nullifying the shock or questions that any normal person should have been desperately shouting. Some spark of doubt continued to linger but then he felt something thick, fleshy and warm press up against his ass. Rory whimpered loudly, desperately trying to ram his knot deep into Vaughn but the rapidly changing man was just not quite big enough to let it in.

Not yet.

The moment Vaughn mentally pleaded for more, the changed truly accelerated. It started with his member. Already rising past an incredible fourteen inches, his manhood began to morph and change. One thick vein crawled up from the base of his dick and as it traversed the inches, the flesh of his cock became a brighter pink and far more sensitive. He watched in awe as the vein reached the tip of his dick, pushing the member into its new shape; a pointed canine cock, bright red and spewing so much precum that he might have been able to fill buckets with the amount he was producing.

But the changes did not stop there. With the transformation of his cock, his balls were next in line. Tawny brown hairs began springing up from all around his cock, much lighter than his pubes. It spread rapidly over the swelling, lemon-sized testicles that stretched his scrotum to their limit. The fur settled it and then quickly spread all over his legs and started crawling up his abs. He felt it seep down his ass, encouraging the growth of his glutes and pelvis. His ass became bubble-tight but his hole also widened. With every desperate thrust from Rory, he could feel more and more of his friend's knot pushing deep into him.

Vaughn let out a whine himself when the door to Rory's house suddenly opened.

The first thing he noticed was the huge monster of a man standing there.

"Oh fuck..." Hank grunted.

The now familiar sound of shredding clothing filled Vaughn's ears and he could only guess that Hank too had just burst out of his pants.

Rory somehow managed to break away from his trance somewhat and glanced over his shoulder. Even with his eyes barely focused, his hips were still thrusting into Vaughn.

"H - H - Hank... Oh fuck... you too..."

Hank stepped into the room, his huge, muscled body glistening with sweat. Every inch of his body was clearly defined especially his armour plate for abdominals. As he stood there, panting and breathing in the scent of Vaughn and Rory's sex, his body began to change. Vaughn noticed the piece of taffy his large friend rolled in his cheek and knew that the big, black Adonis was in the midst of the changes just like them. Craning his neck, he watched Hank's already impressive eleven inch dick grow bigger and longer, transforming into a jet-black doggy rod with a pointed tip.

"Rory... fuck... sorry man..." Hank growled. He suddenly stormed forward and lifted a long, length of flesh covered in creamy blonde fur. It took Vaughn a second to realise that he had just lifted Rory's tail. Rory suddenly let out an all-too-canine yelp and Hank answered with a grunt. Despite the surprise, Rory's eyes rolled into the back of his head and a goofy grin crossed his face. His lengthened tongue rolled out between his lips, changing with every passing second.

Then Hank began jackhammering Rory. The sheer force of the ramming sent Rory diving deeper and deeper into Vaughn. All three men became servants to their lust, not truly conscious and drowning in a sea of ecstasy. The transformations that would have been painful were instead experienced as overwhelming pleasure.

Hank's shape and form grew to be the biggest out of the three, rising to a tremendous 7 feet tall with a wall of muscle across his back and chest. His legs became tree-trunk thick and as he hammered Vaughn, dark brown, almost black fur began sprouting all over his body. The short fur hugged his muscular shape perfectly, accentuating every curve and hard ridge. Yelps of pleasure grew louder and louder. The bones in his face began to twist and change, forcing him to momentarily shut his eyes as his jaw travelled forward into a broad, square muzzle. His ears flopped downwards while his black hair nearly vanished against his dark fur. Lighter brown spots appeared where his eyebrows should have been and he was granted a light brown crest running along his collarbone and sliding down the valley of his pectorals just to accentuate where that tremendous divide was. Hank snapped his new, powerful jaws and instinctively found purchase around Rory's shoulder; a mating bite and one that solidified his dominance in the pack.

Rory let out a yelp and threw his head back. Where Hank sank his fangs, the same creamy, blonde fur began to grow, rapidly spreading over his broad shoulders and all the way down his arms. His hands seized up. The tips of his fingers and palms grew rough and thick, almost like callouses had formed there. These growths thickly blackened and turned leathery. The same fur spread out around them, sweeping all over his fingertips. As they touched his fingernails, they turned the tips of his fingers black. His nails sharpened, transforming into solid black claws. He used those strong claws to hold onto Vaughn's thighs . The blonde fur swept through the rest of his body, slightly thicker than Hank's but still allowing much of his definition to shine through. Rory let out loud, excited yips and barks, each cry causing his face to grow and change, becoming a long muzzle topped with a black nose. That same goofy smile, drugged up in lust, remained on his leathery lips even as his tongue danced over his sharp fangs.

As Rory's claws scraped across Vaughn's legs, tawny brown fur spread across Vaughn's skin. It was far thicker than either of his friends' coats. As the fur rushed down his legs, covering the thick veins that pulsated with every thrust from the two dogs it began to trigger its own set of changes. It swept down his calves as they curled around Rory's waist and slowed as they reached his feet. His already large feet stretched and grew to accommodate his bigger size. The same leathery pads grew at his soles and the tips of his toes, black claws jutting out to replace his toenails. While the brown fur rocketed up his chest and back, it turned a darker shade of brown or black across his spine. His thick, dark brown pubic fur grew even thicker to match this colour and spread all over his chest, giving him a thick bush over his pectorals but leaving the rigid plates of his abdominals untouched.

With one final slam, Hank shoved his dick, knot and all deep into Rory's ass. Rory, in turn, slammed in his knot into Vaughn. As the bottom of the threesome, Vaughn suddenly felt all the barriers holding him back from orgasm suddenly drop. He threw back his head and let out a primal sound, something that would never have come out from a human; a howl. As the sound left his lips, his face contorted and change, his long muzzle shooting forward and his ears rising to the become two, sharp, triangular points at the top of his head.

Then, at long last, all three men were allowed to orgasm.

As Hank filled Rory and Rory in turn filled, Vaughn, something triggered in the bottom canine. His body received signals from both men carried by their scent and their seed. His cock went rigid and what came out was not the white cum one would expect. Instead, the tip of his cock shot out something long, thick, ropey and orange. It snaked out of his dick, keeping its tubular shape and layering all over his chest. Vaughn's hips bucked over and over again as more and more of the substance spilled out of him. He continued to cum for a whole six minutes before at long last, his stream of strange, sticky seed came to an end.

Vaughn panted, still not fully conscious but very aware of what felt like ten pounds on his chest. With a grunt, he shoved the piles of the stuff off his chest and let it drop to the bed beside him. Hank groaned and tried to pull out of Rory, causing the Labrador to whine. He instead took Rory with him, pulling the middle mutt out of Vaughn. Hot white canine spunk spilled out of Vaughn's ass and he was left feeling a little empty. Eventually, Hank managed to pull his dick out of Rory and all three men collapsed in Rory's living room in various levels of exhaustion.

When Vaughn next became fully aware of himself, he noticed that the clock read that it was ten in the evening. He struggled to his feet, becoming aware of his new size and shape for the first time. Slowly, he ran his paws over his new body, stunned but in no way horrified. He actually liked it. Poor Rory was completely passed out on the floor. Hank, however, was regarding the pile of orange stuff that Vaughn had produced.

"Hey man...?" Hank began. "I think you came out taffy..."

To emphasise his point, Hank took some of the sticky rope and pulled a section from it. It stretched like taffy and he broke the segment in half, handing a bit to Vaughn. The stunned German Shepherd took it and began rolling it in his mouth. The moment the salty-sweet touched his tongue, he felt his cock start to fill with blood again, rising out of his fluffy sheet. Hank was already hard.

"What the fuck happened to us...?" he murmured.

Hank shook his head, the Rottweiler crawling over the bed and yanking Vaughn back down into the sheet. "I don't care. All I know is that shit makes me horny as fuck and I wanna fuck you right now."

Vaughn wasn't about to complain and rolled onto his belly, lifting his tail for Hank. The bigger canine mounted him with no further delay and within moments, the two of them were grunting and growling. Both lost track of time. Only when Rory started to wake did Vaughn cum again. Proving Hank's theory, the cum that spilled out of his cock was not any seed any normal person - or dog - would have produced. Instead, it was taffy. Only this time, it was red in colour.

"What the...?" Rory asked, regarding the candy in surprise. "Dude... did you just...?"

Vaughn collapsed onto the bed, managing to avoid landing in the candy. Hank hadn't tied with him and the burly Rottweiler clearly was still horny. The biggest of the canines grabbed some of the new red taffy, put it in his muzzle and then dragged a stunned Rory to the ground. From the sound of muffling, Vaughn could only guess that Hank shoved some of the stuff into Rory's mouth. Too exhausted to really care, he just lay on the bed, letting his eyes shut to the sounds of his two friends fucking.

He was awoken a little later by Rory.

"What...? What happened?" he mumbled.

"I think we figured it out," Rory said. He gestured to where there were four new piles of taffy on the ground, two red and two yellow. They had clearly been busy. He could hear a shower going somewhere and Rory smelled like he had just taken one himself; the smell of wet dog.

"What do you mean?"

"When we fuck one of the others, we produce cum but if_we're_ fucked, we produce taffy," Rory explained. "If Hank fucks someone, they produce red taffy. If I fuck someone, I they produce yellow taffy."

Vaughn inclined his head to the side. "You fucked Hank?"

Rory shrugged absently. "For science."

"Right... But I produced orange taffy..."

"I think that's because Hank was fucking me and I had my dick in you. Yellow plus red equals orange. If I were to guess, if you were to fuck me, I'd produce blue taffy. Between the three of us, we'd make all sorts of coloured taffy."

Vaughn shook his head. "We shouldn't even be producing taffy... let alone look like this!" He gestured at his furry body.

"I was thinking about that," Rory mumbled. "And we got this from that candy store. I think we need to go back there. Like, right now. Before anyone sees us."

On that, they both agreed and when Hank came out of the shower, he too came to the same conclusion. No clothes would fit them anymore so they went out into the night in just their fur. Thankfully, things were fairly quiet and given their new size and stature, running all the way back to the shopping mall did nothing more to them than just give them a light exercise. Though they did have to fight hard not to take breaks and collapse into a pile of canine muscle and cum.

Just an hour later, they reached the mall which should have been securely shut at the point. However, the automatic sliding doors allowed them to pass through and there was a single store that still had light.

The Candy Man.

The three men headed to the store and Vaughn knocked on the door.

The shopkeeper emerged from behind a door in the back of the store. He saw the three and instead of looking horrified or shocked, he merely smiled. The kindly man opened the door and greeted them.

"Well, what do we have here?"

"We were the three kids you gave taffy too earlier today," Hank exclaimed. "And your taffy turned us into this!"

"What the hell man!?" Vaughn demanded. "What happened to us!?"

"All in due time," answered the man, raising a hand. "Why don't you come in and I'll explain?"

The candy man makes Everything he bakes Satisfying and delicious Talk about your Childhood wishes You could even eat The dishes

Chocolate

Buck Cunningham wasn't exactly a model husband and citizen. He drank, he spent as much time away from his wife as possible, he gambled and yes, he hired a male escort once every week to fuck because his wife didn't want him to touch her, at least not anymore. Back when they had first met she was the high school cheerleader and he was a football player. It was your standard high school relationship though and once he lost out on any chance of playing for a major team he went into construction and she went into accounting. Time however chose different paths for the two of them and she remained slim and beautiful while he got fat and started losing his hair.

Plus he was fairly sure that she was seeing someone else on the side but he couldn't prove it. Instead, he just fucked a nice looking kid every now and then. Originally, it had just been a prank by his co-workers who decided that since he couldn't get any from his wife, he should get someone who knew how to touch a man. They had purposefully omitted the fact that the guy they had hired was a male college student. Just to get back at them since they were paying by the hour, he had actually spent some time with Vaughn. They didn't exactly connect on a personal level but the sex was awesome.

So it became weekly thing between him and Vaughn.

Of course it meant that, even on a Friday night, Buck was late getting home and he knew that is Lisa would give him an earful for it. He needed something to at least soften her up a little bit. He was wracking his brain for that something - anything - he could give her to at least allay the eventual berating he would receive.

His solution came in the form of a discarded wrapper.

After he had pounded Vaughn into next week, the college man had consumed a piece of candy, probably to replenish his sugar supplies. He discarded the wrapper absently over his shoulder. Ordinarily, Buck wouldn't have even given the gesture a second thought; they were in the back alley of a sports bar, after all. But something about the wrapper just caught his attention.

He picked it up, taking note of the silvery lettering on it.

"The Candy Man, huh?" he read aloud.

It came as no surprise that the store address was actually fairly close; just a block away in fact. That was perfectly convenient. But he still couldn't couldn't walk long distances these days and headed towards his pickup truck. It was a company-owned vehicle smeared with dust from the construction site and kept only barelyt functioning with ducktape and scrap. The heavy clunker creeked as he drove the hundred or so metres to get to the shop and parked it outside. It was still fairly early in the night and some of the shops were still open for business but many had already begun to shut their doors. He didn't think that a candy store of all things would be open but there it was, looking so out of place in the modern town with its red brick walls, 1960's façade and old timey lettering.

The soft ringing of the bell above the door called over the shopkeeper, a pleasant looking man who weaved through the colourful artfully arranged displays of candy.

"Good evening, sir. Looking for anything in particular?"

"Actually after something for my wife," Buck grunted.

"That's sweet. What kind of woman is she?"

He wanted to say, 'a bitch' but this was a complete stranger and he didn't want to go spilling his life's woes to the poor guy.

"Former cheerleader turned accountant. I guess she likes chocolates..."

"What woman doesn't?" the shopkeeper said with clearly articulated words. "We have a fine selection of chocolates on display. Some have been carefully handcrafted to -"

He held up a hand. "Sorry to interrupt, chief. Kind of in a rush and strapped for cash. Just give me something simple."

Nodding sagely, the shopkeeper headed over to one of the stacks of chocolate boxes and plucked out a rather generic looking box. It was red and had gilded edges. He opened the box to reveal six rows of rather generic individual bite-sized bits of chocolate, three rows contained white chocolate and the other dark. "Why not try one of these?" the man suggested, holding out one of each.

Shrugging, Buck took them both and threw both into his mouth. He was never really one for sweets but he had to admit, the chocolates had a rather stunning effect on him. The sweetness melted in his mouth and filled his entire body. He suddenly felt rather warm and fuzzy, like he had just taken some sort of party drug and just starting to feel its effects. It was a rather pleasant high that left him feeling rather happy.

"What's in this stuff?" he asked.

"Company secret, I'm afraid," chuckled the shopkeeper. "Will you be taking a box?"

"Sure," he said. The chocolates were good and if they had the same effect on Lisa as they did on him, he was sure she'd at least be giddy for a while. Though he might have to feed her a whole box. "Actually, make it two."

"Not a problem," answered the shopkeeper enthusiastically. "Would you like that gift wrapped?"

He considered it. Maybe some nice wrapping might butter up Lisa a little bit more. The more there was between him and getting mauled by her vicious barbs, the better. "What's it cost?"

The shopkeeper looked around the store and shrugged. "You know what? Why don't you take the boxes for free? I can wrap them up for you as well. No charge. It's late in the night, it's a Friday and you sound like you're about to go into the dragon's cave. Least I could do."

Buck was stunned. "Really, man? I can pay."

"It's no trouble at all."

"But don't ya run a business...?"

The kindly shopkeeper gave him a hearty laugh as he plucked a second box from the stack and began wrapping them up individually. "My friend, I get plenty of business. Don't you worry about that. Now please, take the gift."

Having been used to the abuse from his wife and the harshness of life as a construction worker, Buck was a little unused to the seemingly random act of kindness. The shopkeeper refilled the box of chocolates, wrapped them up in some gold wrapping paper and even went so far as to tie them both up with a red ribbon. Then, he offered them to Buck who, for his part, regarded the gift awkwardly, unsure if he should take it or just leave.

In the end, the lingering taste of the chocolate in his mouth reminded him of just how good the treat tasted and the good feeling it left him. He took the box, thanked the man and headed out. He made a note of where the shop was. Maybe if he could get some candies for Lisa every week after his little dance with Vaughn, she might look at his outings a little more favourably.

It would take a good forty-five minutes to drive back home. Every minute was another minute his wife had to stew in her rage so he sincerely hoped that the chocolates would provide some buffer between them. His stomach began to rumble for dinner about halfway down the trip. His mind instantly went to the chocolates and seeing has he did buy one box for himself, he decided to open one up. At a particularly slow traffic light, he ripped open the box and threw a piece of dark chocolate into his mouth. The strong bitter taste melted on his tongue leaving him feeling warm and fuzzy.

He couldn't just leave it there, however. He placed a piece of white chocolate on his tongue and savoured the stronger, sweeter taste as it melted with the bitterness of the dark chocolate. The amalgamation of the two flavours swirled on his taste buds and slid down his throat like he was downing some nice, creamy, hot chocolate. His skin prickled as the little treat reached his stomach, somewhat sating the hunger inside of him and replacing it with a sense of contentment and bliss. It was almost like that time he once tried weed back in college. He felt very mellow, calm and relaxed.

The feeling lasted even when the light turned green and he had to continue his drive. As the minutes ticked by, though, he could feel his blood pressure rising in anticipation of whatever Lisa was going to throw at him. Hopefully it was just words and not something breakable. With his stress levels once again rising, he began missing that mellow feeling again. He grabbed two chocolates again, one white and one dark because he found the combination of the two was quite nice, and let it sit on his tongue. The natural warmth of his both slowly melted the chocolates so that the feeling of calm and serenity lasted much longer this time.

In those moments of peace, his mind wandered. His thoughts veered purposefully away from Lisa and all the negative emotions just the mere thought of her brought and he went instead to the things that made him happy. High school football when he was at his peak condition, the few times he actually got to have a night out with the guys and fucking Vaughn.

Fuck Vaughn...

Thoughts of dominating that huge, hung man whore permeated his mind. Memories of Vaughn's oddly sweet breath, sweat glistening off those enormous back muscles and tight bubble ass... It got his blood boiling in a whole different way. Entering the house with a raging boner probably wouldn't have pleased Lisa. Sex was the last thing on her mind these days. Or perhaps it was just sex with him.

Thoughts of Vaughn invaded his mind. That feeling of having his fat dick squeezed by those muscular glutes and inside that tight pucker mixed in with the mellow contentment that the chocolate brought. But he couldn't get aroused on memories alone. Before he knew what he was doing, he pulled one hand from the steering wheel and slipped it under his shirt. He found his nipple and gave it a firm little twist. He remembered the days when Lisa used to twist his nipples like that. It made him so hard. He grunted loudly, his thick dick pressing up against his dirty work jeans.

Thankfully, he got a hold of his senses before he could get too into the sensation. Pleasuring himself while driving probably was not a good idea. His obituary would be one for the ages; 'Buck Cunningham, died in car crash. Masturbating while driving.' As amusing as the thoughts of some public service announcements about the dangers of sexual acts while behind the wheel was, he did not want to be the face of such education.

But he wasn't going to get rid of the raging boner either. He was already late. What was another five or ten minutes?

Buck pulled over to the side of the road and couldn't get his pants off fast enough. His thick five and a half inch prick was already fully erect and dripping more precum than he had ever produced in his life especially after just having fucked Vaughn not even an hour earlier. Perhaps chocolate really was an aphrodisiac. All other thoughts became secondary as he seized his meat in one, hairy hand and went to work. In the privacy of his truck, he could make as much noise as he wanted. His hand never left his nipple. He constantly tweaked the fleshy nub, electric bolts of pleasure running throughout his entire body.

True to his name, Buck began thrusting his hips into the imaginary ass of some faceless body that tickled his fancy. It didn't matter if there was a cock or a cunt attached to that body. As long as the hole that he was shocking his dick in was nice and tight. The mental imagery helped with the strangely large amount of cum his cock was producing, all building in his balls with a pleasant tingling sensation that he simply could not deny. His scrotum stretched with the sudden increase in the size of his testicles, cum sloshing inside while he continued to jerk his meat. Pressure was building with every little nudge he gave to his nipples like it was a button that told his balls to produce more of his seed. The flood of precum that poured out of his fat dick could only do so much to alleviate the building pressure.

The lusty construction worker was in no rush, however, and he purposefully pulled his hand away from his nipple. He wanted the build up to orgasm to last a little longer. An idea sprang into mind; the chocolate made him feel so mellow. It would naturally be contradictory to his raging libido. So he grabbed two more of the chocolates, one milk and one dark, and shoved them into his mouth, letting the smooth texture and sweet tastes meld and flood his body. Strangely, it didn't have the effect he was expecting. His cock only ached even more for release. He could feel it vibrating in his big meaty hands, begging to be let loose.

"Fuuuuuuck..." he groaned.

He couldn't hold in the orgasm. His entire body just went rigid, his back arching and his arms being thrown back like he was baring his chest for the world to see. His cock erupted like a long-dormant super volcano; hot molten cum shooting from the tip in gallons. Buck's mouth fell open in a silent gasp. His seed splattered all over the dashboard of his car and its windshield and would have rendered it useless had he been driving.. Buck's mind was completely doused in the cocktail of chemicals that came from the orgasm and mixed with the contentment from the chocolates, he rode the waves of warmth like he was just soaking in a hot bath.

Little did he know what else his orgasm did to him.

As more and more of his seed came shooting out of his cock, his rather pronounced bear belly began to bubble and gurgle away. The rounded frame shrank, the loose layers of skin tightening up over his abdominal muscles which quickly began growing bigger and stronger. His waist rapidly dropped a couple of inches and his underwear no longer felt so stretched where it rested. The layer of belly was crafted and moulded from a fuzzy bush to a sculpted outline to his abs.

The layers of flab all over his legs started to melt away with another explosion of seed from his cock, showing off those old, strong legs from his days playing football. The curves of his legs started to show, no longer were they just one pillar of mass. His thighs glided effortlessly towards his calves which ballooned out once more before tapering towards his feet. As the topping to the proverbial cake, a few veins began popping up over his thighs.

The man breasts that had come from years of drinking and fatty foods tightened up. At first, they just vibrated before their saggy, almost feminine shape began to harden into solid blocks of muscle. His nipples which were more pointed downwards, began to angle up and to his sides, the cleft of his pectorals forcing them to move away from one another. His collarbone showed to frame his new pectorals, the layers of chest hair over it unable to cross their threshold.

His shoulders had never lost their mass given his line of more but they had lost much of their posture as he spent most of his time off slouched in front of the TV. Now, his deltoids pulled back, forcing his spine into an almost military-like straightness. His traps grew out, leading to a gentle slope up his neck. Fat that had grown all over his arms faded away with another blast from his cock, old muscles showing through his skin.

Buck suddenly collapsed from exhaustion as the last blast from his dick ate away at the layers of fat in his neck and cheek, letting his cheekbones stand out just a little more. The warmth of afterglow mixed with the gratification given by the chocolate lulled him to sleep.

It was only ten minutes later that he awoke and quickly gathered his thoughts.

"Shit..." he muttered, looking at the mess he had made. He glanced down at his cock, now sitting at an incredible five inches flaccid. "Guess I was pretty pent up..."

He ignored his new size, mentally reasoning that he probably just forgot how big he was given how he had only recently used his cock to fuck again. Thankfully, he had some tissues that he quickly used to wipe away the mess he had made. His truck smelled like sex, however. Sex and chocolate. It was actually a nice smell to him and with a shrug he decided to keep it. Not like Lisa would ever take a ride with him anymore.

He chuckled at the little sexual innuendo.

Still, he had to clean himself up before he headed back home. There was a lot of cum everywhere. He stopped by a gas station, washed off some of the cum on his shirt and face and then returned to his trip home. It took him an entire ten more minutes to roll up into the driveway and it was nine in the evening. He wasn't even out of his truck when the front door opened and there was Lisa, still dressed in her sharp business suit with her arms crossed.

She was pissed.

"Should I even bother?" he grumbled.

Her perfectly trimmed eyebrows twitched in agitation. Most of the time, he just took whatever she had to dish out, he slept on the couch and she retreated to the bedroom, slamming the door shut. There wasn't even any cold scraps of dinner waiting for him. Today was clearly one of those days when he was feeling ballsy.

"I don't know, Buck," she answered sharply, her shrill voice cutting through the night. "Are you even going to give a believable excuse or were you just out 'drinking with the guys' again?"

"Do you even want to listen to any of them or are you going to bitch all night?"

Buck hadn't expected to come home to a warm reception but Lisa's icy stare and whatever else she had in store for him just didn't sit well with him. It was seriously bringing him down. The contrast from that pleasurable high he had just moments ago and then to this... He could feel his blood starting to boil and he didn't like it very much.

"I've put up with this kind of behaviour every week for the past few months, Buck!" she snapped. "You have a wife and home! You can't just go out 'drinking with the guys' every Friday night without calling! You should -"

"You know what, Lisa?" Buck snapped. "I may not have a high-paying job like you or the same body I had since high school but at least there's someone in my life willing to touch me!"

She went rigid and her jaw locked shut, something new for her.

"Oh, did I get that wrong?" he growled. "Or was that really Charlie Packman's jockstrap I found under your pillow that one morning and not one of mine? I don't think the name would've faded enough that instead of 'Buck' it read 'Chuck'."

"You do not get to talk to me that way!"

Well aware that they were out in the open, Buck raised his voice. The neighbours were starting to poke their heads out to see what was going on. "Oh no? That was eight months ago, Lisa. You've been careful but I've seen his shit lying around here and there after you've had him over and let him fuck your brains out! I've been shoving my dick up a guy's ass for the past three_months!" He jabbed a finger in her direction. "You wanna talk about responsibility to your partner and home? At least I have the decency to take it_away from the house! You're lucky we don't have kids!"

Lisa's eyes boggled. "Get out! Get away from me right now!"

"Fine!"

Buck jumped back into his truck, slammed the door and drove right out of the driveway. Just to get some extra spite in, he rammed the mailbox on his way down.

"And don't bother coming back!" Lisa shouted.

There was no way he could let her get the last word in.

He rolled down the window and scowled at her. "Here's something I never thought I'd ever say to you again!" He gave her a very pronounced middle finger. "Get Fucked, Lisa!"

Then was driving at high speeds a few moments later.

In retrospect, it wasn't such a wise move. He had just admitted to having an affair out in the open and he had only accused Lisa of hers. He really had no proof apart from a few scraps of evidence here and there. If he was taken to court, he was at a disadvantage. She was the one making all the money as well so she would likely have better lawyers.

"Fuck it," he grumbled. As long as he was away from her, he didn't care. Some bitter part of him wondered if he could marry Vaughn and flaunt his boytoy in front of her.

He shook the thought from his head. Vaughn was way too young and he wasn't gay. Just needed a good fuck.

After some distance was put between him and that toxic home, he pulled over on the shoulder and reached for his phone. He didn't fancy sleeping in his truck all night but he did have a few people he could call for help. The first number he dialled picked up.

"Hey Buck! What's up man?"

"Hey Tom. I just had it out with Lisa. I think it's pretty much over. You think I can stay with you tonight?"

"Aw shit man... Sorry to hear that. Of course. Come on over. Jus' me around anyway."

"Thanks man."

"Sure, bro. Sure."

Buck hung up and closed his eyes. Tomorrow morning, things were going to get very complicated. Lisa had probably been preparing for this day for a while now. She was going to screw him over as best as he could. Burn any evidence of her affair with Charlie Packman and make sure Buck looked like a paranoid, spiteful little man who had slept with a guy in an attempt to get back at her; her the perfect, loyal, hard-working wife who just wanted some attention and love but was instead treated with disrespect and suspicion.

He ran a hand down his face and glanced towards the passenger's side seat. The chocolates sat there. Tomorrow would be a pain but tonight, he just needed to forget about it all. He grabbed a handful of the chocolates, not even caring what was in them, and shoved them into his mouth. The smooth calming feeling of the candy hit him instantly and he wondered if there was some sort of drug in them. He didn't care. He slouched into his truck's seat and just let out a content sigh. The warmth of the chocolate slid down his throat, swirled in his chest and radiated outwards, making his entire body feel a little tingly.

He ran his hands over his pectorals, adoring how hard and muscular they felt, the lump beneath his shirt. His palms brushed over his nipples, already diamond hard and extremely sensitive. A moan left his lips and his hips involuntarily bucked, a large wet spot appearing on his pants.

"Fuck... I'm hard," he grunted, looking down at his impressive package bulging out from his dirty, denim pants. After the stress of the past few minutes, he really could use some relief. Perhaps it was in bad taste to jack off after having effectively divorced his wife but in the back of his mind, it was yet another insult he could throw in her face. He bitterly entertained the thought of collecting some of his cum and literally throwing it into Lisa's face.

Without hesitation, he pulled down his pants but only got them about halfway down his thighs before his muscles started growing again. His quads already began to balloon out, stretching the denim and making it impossible for him to remove them entirely. It didn't matter. His fat, seven inch dick was now free and drooling precum onto his shirt. Buck seized it, shuddering at just how warm and vibrant it felt. So full of life and so excited. He soaked his hand with clear, sticky fluids within seconds.

He was beating his meat a second later, his other hand instinctively reaching for his nipples and giving them a firm tweak. The heat the chocolate gave him was nice but as he worked towards his orgasm, a new kind of heat was building in his balls radiating outwards like an oven. All the while he began working his meat his balls churned with his seed, constantly mixing it to keep it fresh and loose. Even without any movement on his part, his testicles jostled around of their own accord, growing bigger and bigger until they pushed up against his thighs, already as big as lemons.

All that cum had to come from somewhere, however, and as Buck continued to ride the waves of pleasure, more and more of the body fat that layered over his body began to shrink away, every ounce converted into seed. More than that, his balls pumped testosterone through his body, growth hormones flooding every vein and muscle all the while increasing his libido to inhuman levels. Buck was completely lost in the sensation, thrusting madly and panting like a wild dog.

There were small bouts of pain as his body grew. His spine stretched, adding another half a foot onto his height. The pain erupted from his back and he grimaced briefly but then let out a content sigh. The warmth from the chocolate and his volcanic balls and cock seemed to sense his discomfort and flooded the affected area. His back muscles hardened and ballooned out, stretching his shirt to near bursting. His growing lats and traps were like hard cushions against the pain.

He gnashed his teeth together. The odd mix of pain and pleasure was like an orgasm and he could feel it building in his arms and legs. His bones stretched to suit his new height and in response, his muscles grew rapidly to keep him in proportion. Thick veins pushed up against his flesh, leaving all sagginess from fat out of the equation. A roadmap of blood vessels appeared all over his forearms, partially covered by his thick arm hair. He kicked out absently, shucking his heavy boots before his feet could explode out of them. He couldn't pull off his pants anymore and their fate was simply to let them tear to shreds as he continued to grow.

The transformation didn't seem strange to him, however. He accepted it. He could feel what was happening to his body. He was becoming hot again. Some part of his brain linked his sudden growth to dropping his venomous wife. Now that he was rid of her toxic influence, he was becoming the man he was always meant to be. A grin crossed his lips as he felt his pectorals push out further and further, tearing his sweaty shirt down the middle. They were his pride and joy; his huge, square, stone plateaus barely contained by his skin. And his nipples; two big buttons that with a simple push would tell him to 'go'.

He grunted loudly as he could feel his cock growing in his hands. Even though it was already painfully erect, his dig grew thicker between his fingers until he could no longer wrap his whole hand around it. Each stroke caused it to lengthen bit by bit, prolonging his pleasure from the moment when his fingers touched the sensitive tip to when they touched the base of his dick.

The only time he actually felt odd was when he took a break from squeezing his nipples and wiped his brow. His big meaty hands brushed his hair absently. In doing so, a large clump of his hair tumbled down onto his bare, hairy chest. Buck frowned and ran his hand through his hair. He took a handful out. A frown touched his lips and he looked at his reflection in his rear view mirror. There was now a significant bald patch running down the middle of his head. With his thick beard, it just made him feel and look older than he was. He didn't like how it looked.

Buck ran his hand through the rest of his hair, somehow knowing that it would just easily come off. He was left completely shaven though his beard remained.

That was a look he loved. Big, tough. A man.

He leaned back and grinned. This new look suited him. He went back to squeezing his nipples, resuming his blissful activity. So lost in lust, he never noticed the flash of red and blue lights from behind his truck. His eyes were closed at that moment and he was so close to orgasm. His hips were violently bucking, the truck shaking and jostling up and down with his new weight. It was more than enough for the lone policeman to step out of his cruiser and investigate.

Buck let out a lustful cry and his cock erupted, his hot white seed spraying everywhere like a wild garden hose. Some impulse demanded that he make sure he cover as much surface area with his seed as possible and he complied. He swung his nine inch dick left and right, splattering his oddly thick cum all over his windshield for the second time that night. This time, however, with the window rolled down, he caught someone else.

Officer Ron McIntyre just came into view of the truck's cabin when he heard Buck roar. He got a face full of the oddly thick and sticky cum, jerking back in shock as it hit him hard. He would've been insulted had he not been so impressed. Buck just came and came and came, cum spewing from his cock for a whole five minutes. Ron actually started checking his watch as he ducked down to avoid more splatter. He wiped the seed from his face and got a little bit of it on his lips, finding it warm and... sweet.

When the rocking of the truck eventually stopped and he heard a content sigh from the man inside, Ron got up and peered at the monumental bodybuilder lying in the truck.

"Sir, are you alright?"

Buck was vaguely aware of the officer's voice like someone was trying to speak to him through a wall of thick gelatine. He turned his bleary gaze towards the cop, not really seeing the blue uniform or the face it was attached to until a minute later when he started to come down from the mellow high he felt.

"Sir, please set out of the car."

Buck gingerly obeyed and Ron had to step back lest he be speared by Buck's still raging erection. Not only that but Buck was a titan amongst men, a behemoth. He was twice as thick as Ron, perhaps over three hundred pounds of pure muscle with a chest that was like a wall. His shaven head only made him look tougher and the fact that he towered at 6 feet and eleven inches would have made him truly intimidating. But at 6'10'' himself, Ron wasn't too shaken.

The officer shone his flashlight into Buck's eyes, checking for signs of drug use. Oddly enough, Buck's eyes were fine. He just seemed a little out of it from the explosive orgasm.

"Have you been drinking tonight, sir?"

"No..." Buck answered lazily. Then he shook his head, returning to his sensibility. "No officer. I just had it out with my wife and she kicked me out. Caught her cheating on me and... well, I needed some air."

Ron naturally had to check for domestic abuse but didn't want to fire up a man who was clearly stronger. "License and registration please."

Buck gave his details and Ron gave him a nod. "Try to keep it in your pants, sir. And hope things get better with your wife."

"Not counting on it..."

Ron left, hoping he wouldn't find a crime scene when he headed to Buck's address.

In the meantime, Buck was slowly gathering his wits about him. He checked his reflection once more in his rear view mirrors. The man standing in front of him was not the Buck Cunningham that had fucked Vaughn just a few hours ago. This guy was a beast. And he loved it. Maybe he could start a new career as a professional bodybuilder or something. Get rid of his old life and move one.

Feeling very good about himself, Buck hopped back into his truck, not even questioning his spontaneous growth and hair loss. After wiping down his windshield for the second time that night, he drove over to Tom's address - a small house in a developing area. It only took him twenty minutes but by the time he arrived, Tom's red minivan was gone. He wondered at his friend's absence, he checked his phone.

He had a voice mail and it was from Tom.

"Hey bro. I know you're heading over and you probably need some food. I'm going on a beer run and will grab us some pizza. There's a key under the mat. Let yourself in. I'll be back soon. Don't do anything crazy, okay?"

Good old Tom.

With a smile, Buck instinctively picked up the chocolates and headed towards the front door, his pants shredded and gone, his underwear ripped and his shirt hanging over his shoulders like a vest. He found the key Tom mentioned easily enough and entered the home. It was a small, quaint place. Tomas Riker was a bit of a neat freak. Always had been in high school and college. He wasn't the kind of guy that stood for the old 'smelly jockstrap' routine despite being on the soccer team.

Buck sat down on the couch, well aware that his bare rump was parked on the cushions. He was always aware that his cock was still fully erect and he was dripping precum everywhere. Tom probably wouldn't like that. He imagined his friend would get quite the surprise seeing him like this.

His first thought was to borrow some of Tom's clothes though he doubted anything his friend had would fit him. Not anymore. He glanced around, wondering if he could make do with a towel for the moment or something but then he caught sight of the chocolates again. By now, he was well aware that something was going on with them. There was something in them that made all of this possible and he felt both elated and anxious at the same time.

He still had one and a half boxes worth of the candies left. Looking at his arms and giving them a little flex, he knew he could get bigger. Become better. He wanted it so badly and in response, his cock jerked, splattering precum all over the carpets.

He definitely wanted it.

Not caring at all about the mess he would make, Buck shovelled the chocolates into his mouth, chewing like a wild animal. The warm feeling they gave quickly began settling in, threatening to send him into a nearly comatose state of bliss but he fought it off. As soon as he finished the rest of the opened box, he reached for the second. He didn't have any patience to peel open the ribbon or carefully unwrap it. He just sunk his teeth right into the box and tore at the cardboard and wrapping paper to shreds. He could feel the euphoria started to cloud his consciousness, causing his limbs to leaden and move into the familiar position of tweaking his nipples and stroking his cock. The blood was rushing to his groin, pumping his fat prick to become even bigger than it already was. Testosterone, hormones and all sorts of chemicals were swirling around in his brain but he couldn't let it take over. Not yet.

He needed more of that chocolate in him.

Buck shovelled the candy into his mouth collapsed onto the floor in his attempt. He barely got through half of it before his entire body was hit by the full force of all the candy he had consumed. A lusty shout escaped his lips and rolled onto his back, spine arching while his cock shot up a whole three inches in length, giving him a thick, foot long monster. With the sudden surge, his seed erupted up the fleshy tube and came rocketing out of, splattering his face. The last of his humanity left him at that instant and nothing was left to hinder his transformation.

Buck Cunningham gave himself entirely to the changes, squeezing his nipples with both hands and completely leaving his cock to orgasm unopposed. With every little tweak, muscles compounded onto muscles rapidly. His bodybuilder build became a godly build. It started all with his proud chest. The already enormous square boulders compressed beneath his chest surged outwards, rising high into the air and blocking his view of his entire lower body. His plump chest grew hard bands of muscle all across their mountainous plateaus, the dense fuzz on their surface growing thicker. His nipples suddenly began to change from their bright pink colouration to a jet black. With this transformation, they grew all the more sensitive.

He gave his left nipple a little tweak just as an experiment and his cock exploded in joy, a warm, sticky, white substance pouring out of the tip and landing in the valley of his chest. The cleft and curve of his chest allowed for the liquid to pour down to his neck where he eagerly lapped it up. It was very sweet. In fact, it was sweet, smooth, sticky and just like the white chocolate he had consumed. He wasn't worried. This was exactly what he was meant to become and he accepted it.

With this acceptance, the flesh around his nipples began to change. Instead of the rough, skin of a man in his late forties, his skin became smooth, glossy and pure white. While his dark brown chest hair remained to coat the new rubbery skin, the change was still advancing. The rubbery skin swept down to his abdominals, keeping them sharp and pronounced even from underneath his thicker hide. But while the white flesh continued to take shape on other parts of his body, it came to a stop at an invisible border just past his nipples. There, his skin turned jet-black though still with the same rubbery texture.

Buck groaned in pleasure and gave his right nipple a squeeze. As before, his cock blasted out a torrent of liquid only this one was a deep, dark brown, almost black. It poured down his chest, his new skin offering little resistance as it poured into his waiting lips. Dark chocolate.

A smile crossed his lips, one that quickly transformed into an 'o' of pleasure as the transformation spread throughout the rest of his body. As his new skin washed over his frame, his legs, spine and arms all lengthened pushing him to an incredible 7'11'' tall. He felt an immense pleasure building at the base of his spine and he was forced to roll onto his back. As he kept a firm grip on his right nipple his cock continued leaking a stream of dark chocolate that pooled onto the ground. He let out a rising moan. Muscles, bone and nerves all began to bunch up where the pressure was building and slowly, a thick nub began to grow just above his bubble butt. Within moments, that nub lengthened, growing longer and thicker until it was as thick as one of his legs and just a little longer. The end of the tail split and grew into two, flat, leaf-like growths.

Buck gave his left nipple another twist and the dark liquid pouring from his cock turn turned white as more chocolate poured out of his dick, mixing with the dark pool he had already made. Bones began popping pleasurably across his spine. The same pressure build above halfway up his back and within moments, a tall, proud dorsal fin grew. He began to find it hard to breathe not only from the immense pleasure he was feeling but because his nostrils started to weld shut. His pants grew more and more desperate but he simply could not stop.

With a cry, he squeezed both of his nipples at once. A light brown goo spilled from his dick, milk chocolate, and with it, his last human form. His face grew into a rounded, bulbous shape, losing all semblance of humanity save for the thick, brown beard that clung onto his smooth, curved features. He squeezed his eyes shut with the reshaping of his skull, human teeth fading into sharp fangs built for tearing and a rounded beak to hold them in. A hole suddenly appeared in the back of his head and air rushed in through the new blowhole. With the sigh of relief, Buck let out his most explosive orgasm yet, his deep rumbling voice shaking the whole house as milk chocolate came shooting out of his dick, an ocean's worth that the newly created orca would have gladly swam in.

Buck collapsed into the pool of chocolate he had made, basking in the warmth and the lovely tingling sensation that wrapped his entire body. He smiled, his new features fitting it perfectly. He gave his right nipple a little squeeze and his sixteen inch cock complied by pouring dark chocolate down his chest, coating it like armour.

Though he was very tempted to just lie there in the warmth, he knew he couldn't.

Tom would be home soon and he was needed at the Candy Man Store.

Buck pulled himself out of the mess he had made and made his way out of Tom's soiled home. He didn't bother cleaning up and didn't bother taking his truck; he wouldn't fit in it anyway. Though he was an orca, he easily ran all the way back to the Candy Man Store, his new physique carrying him there with ease. He bore a pleasant smile all the way there.

He now knew what he true calling was and he embraced him. He'd never be able to produce kids but what would he want to? Ironic that Lisa would never have borne his child anyway.

He reached the store and, as he expected - knew - the shopkeeper was standing behind the counter.

A quick knock and he opened the door.

"Well, what do we have here?" the shopkeeper said with a wan smile.

"My name is Buck Cunningham," he explained. "Earlier tonight, you sold me some chocolate. I ate it and I became this." He smiled in pride and pounded his big, plump pectorals; the most defining feature of his body. "Can I get to work?"

"All in due time," answered the man, raising a hand. "Why don't you come in and I'll explain?"

Buck complied and shut the door behind him. He was bouncing with energy, ready and willing to get on with his new job.

"You see, this store is sponsored by none other than the Nexus Conglomerate. Have you heard of them?"

Buck closed his eyes and searched his memories, new and old. "I think so..."

"The Nexus Conglomerate is an assortment of companies that have come together for profit. This store and many like it are funded by a relatively new branch; the Nexus Confectionary Group or NCG for short. They look after small consumables such as hotdogs, food stalls, small restaurants and yes, even candy stores like my own."

The shopkeeper smiled and looked up at Buck. "You may be wondering why my products have changed you in such a manner. Well, the NCG is just starting, after all, and stores like mine need a means to mass produce the confectionary it sells on an interdimensional level. Trying to meet the supply of an entire reality is one thing but try multiple!"

The shopkeeper chuckled to himself mildly. "Anyway. Why don't we get you settled in, hmmm?"

Who can take tomorrow And dip it in a dream Separate the sorrow And collect up all the cream The candy man Oh the candy man can The candy man can cause he Mixes it with love and Makes the world Taste good

Caramel

When Tomas Riker came back from his beer and pizza run in an attempt to comfort his friend, he did not expect his lounge room to be completely and utterly wrecked covered in what appeared to be melted chocolate. He didn't know what to think and just thought someone had broken into his home and the chocolate was some sort of sick prank.

So he called the police.

The authorities were equally as baffled when they saw the crime scene. Nothing seemed to be stolen just... covered in chocolate. It could be some bizarre form of breaking and entering but one could never be too sure. There were a lot of crazies in town.

"So can you tell me again about this friend you were expecting?" the officer interviewing Tomas asked.

At a lanky 5'10'', Tomas was a little intimidated by the officer's height which stood at a foot taller than himself. Officer McIntyre was clearly built for the job; two hundred pounds of muscle at the very least. Tomas was skinny, had dirty blond hair that he had tied back in a short pony tail and was more used to doing menial jobs around the construction site than any of the heavy lifting.

"His name is Buck Cunningham," Tomas said. "He just had an argument with his wife, was kicked out and was coming to me for a place to stay. I don't know where he is now..."

McIntyre frowned. "Buck Cunningham...? Big burly guy? 6'11'? Shaved head? Built like a tank with a huge chest?"

Tomas frowned. That didn't sound like Buck at all.

"Erm... No. Buck is only about 6'2''. Little taller than me. And he might have some thinning hair but he's not bald. And he's _definitely_not built. He's got a huge beer gut!"

There the officer returned the frown. "Does Buck drive a white pick-up truck? Licence plate ZDR-276?"

"Uh... Yeah. Why?"

McIntyre shut the notebook he had. "I ran into someone earlier this evening who was driving that very same truck. He gave me your friend, Mr. Cunningham's licence and registration. He was pulled over at the side of the road and jacking off. He claimed to have had an argument with his wife and was blowing off some steam. But he looked nothing like the man you described."

Tomas pulled back in shock. "Wh - what...?"

"I don't want to jump the gun here, sir," the officer said, "but we may be dealing with some sick, perverted killer here that takes some sort of sexual pleasure over killing. He may have preyed on your friend due to his emotional state and was coming after you."

"What!? No!"

Again, McIntyre calmed him. "I don't want to jump to conclusions but you have to admit that there was a stranger in Mr. Cunningham's car and he knew Mr. Cunningham's motivation not to mention you were expecting him and this happened." He gestured at Tomas' house. "If it's all the same with you, I'd like to bring you down to the station to keep you safe."

He couldn't believe his ears. Had Buck fallen prey to some weirdo's sexual fantasies? Was he meant to be next!?

Another officer suddenly headed up to McIntyre. "Sergeant, we found this amongst the... um... chocolate."

It looked part of a box and it had a name and address on it.

"The Candy Man," McIntyre said. "Interesting. Might be were our perp got the chocolate. Good work, Private."

Tomas whirled around to face the officer. "Are you going to that store? I want to come to."

"Sir -" the officer began.

"Listen, that's my friend that went missing. I want to find him!"

McIntyre sighed and nodded. "Alright. It's against regulations and highly risky but if you promise to keep your mouth shut, we can go."

"I'll let you do the talking."

Tomas hopped into Officer McIntyre's car and sat in silence, mind reeling with all the possibilities that could be just around the corner. He immediately thought that the owner of the store must be the killer. But then again, what kind of person - no matter how crazy - would spill chocolate all over another guy's house? Maybe it was a warning? Was he really next?

The Candy Man store was a little ways away, about thirty minutes' drive and located near the outskirts of town, just before the land turned rural. It had an old-timey vibe to it and was surprisingly open even given the late hour. Tom noted that there was a rather cheap motel right next to the candy store. Already he was coming up with plans to stake out the place just in case the real killer decided to pop up.

They entered the store, the soft ringing of the bell bringing the shopkeeper's eyes up from behind the counter.

"Evening gentlemen," he greeted. "What can I do for you today?"

"You're open awfully late," McIntyre observed.

"Well, this is a privately owned store and I live in the back," answered the man, hiking a thumb over his shoulder at an unassuming brown door behind the counter. The words 'Employees Only' was written across the wood in big, golden letters. "I can stay open as long as I want and you never know who might want a late night snack."

"I'll say. Has anyone -"

"What did you do with Buck Cunningham!?" Tom exploded suddenly. He charged forward and seized the man's collar. "What have you done with him!?"

McIntyre's big, strong hand pulled him off the stunned shopkeeper. "What did I say!?" he growled in Tom's ear. He then turned back to the shopkeeper with an apologetic look on his face. "I'm sorry, sir. We're investigating a possible homicide. His friend, Buck Cunningham, is missing and I encountered a man who was driving Mr. Cunningham's truck and gave me Mr. Cunningham's details while the victim was on his way to see Mr. Riker here. An hour or so later, we found Mr. Riker's house trashed with chocolate of all things smeared all over the walls and carpet. There was a box found there that had this store's address on it."

The shopkeeper frowned and straightened. "Well, I am sorry to hear that but we do get a few customers. Was there anyone in particular you were looking for?"

"Yes!" Tomas sneered. "Buck is about three inches taller than me, kind of fat, thick beard and brown hair that's sort of thinning. He's a construction worker."

The shopkeeper nodded. "Ah yes. I seem to recall someone fitting that description coming here to buy something for his wife. He mentioned that he was trying to butter her up after being out so late."

That did sound like Buck...

"But he was here several hours ago."

"How about a man about seven feet tall," McIntyre said. "Very big, Very muscular. Like a bodybuilder. Bald."

The shopkeeper shook his head apologetically. "I'm sorry. No man of that description came through here and I would remember."

McIntyre nodded and asked if he could look around. The shopkeeper had no qualms about that and the officer wandered around the store, examining the various piece of confectionary. Strangely, there were no chocolates on display. Tomas grew edgier and edgier as he McIntyre continued to scour the shop. He didn't know what the officer would find but it certainly wasn't in this shop.

He grew impatient. Buck wasn't here.

"Let's go," he growled. "There's nothing here."

McIntyre rubbed his cleanly shaven chin and strangely licked his lips. Maybe he had a bit of a sweet tooth. "Maybe not." He pointed at the jar of gummy snakes sitting away from any windows. "How much is this jar?"

"Are you fucking kidding me!?" Tom exclaimed. "My best friend is missing here and you want to buy some candy!?"

"It's going to be a long night, Mr. Riker," the police sergeant replied patiently. "Might as well enjoy what you can." He nodded at the nameless shopkeeper. "How much?"

The man behind the counter smiled wanly. "I can appreciate your hard work and your loss." He nodded at Tom. "How about you take it for free? And you, Mr. Riker, why not grab something from my fine selection? Think of it as a peace offering."

"Peace -!?" Tom began but McIntyre cleared his throat. He pulled back his fury and nodded. "Alright... But I don't like anything with jelly in it. Hate the thought of it being made out of horse hooves and shit."

The shopkeeper laughed jovially. "I can assure you, no horses were harmed in the making of any of our confectionaries." He moved out from behind the counter and waved at his displayed. "Come, if not anything gelatinous perhaps you'd prefer a sour ball? Maybe a lollipop?"

"What do I look like to you, twelve years old?"

McIntyre muttered something about acting like it and Tom shot him a piercing look.

"Then perhaps some caramel fudge?" offered the shopkeeper. He moved to where some fudge was stacked neatly in a pyramid, short, rectangular logs wrapped individually in plastic to keep them from the elements. He took one off the top and opened it, offering it to Tom.

Seeing as it was already opened, Tom took the offered candy and bit into it. The taste was spectacular. Not overpoweringly sweet, a hint of salt and incredibly creamy. There was even a filling of actual caramel inside the bar to keep it from being too dry. As he chewed it, the explosion of flavour sent his mind abuzz with activity. He suddenly became very... aware of his surroundings and gained a sense of clarity.

Buck had always mentioned that his wife was probably cheating on him. What if the guy that Officer McIntyre had caught was actually the guy Lisa was sleeping with. What if the dick wad was jacking off to Lisa's image now that he had gotten rid of her only competition? Hell, if they found the car, maybe they could get a sample of the guy's DNA and pin him!

"You said the guy you spotted was jerking off, right?" he said to McIntyre.

"Yeah, what of it?"

"Can't we do some DNA tracing or something on him? If we had a sample of his DNA?"

The police sergeant absently ran a finger down the collar of his blue uniform. "You're right. Good catch. I'll run it through some tests."

"You have a DNA sample?"

"Of sorts." McIntyre's cheeks began to turn a rosy red. "Come on, let's head out." He nodded to the shopkeeper with a jar of gummy snakes under his arm. "Thanks for your time."

The shopkeeper waved jovially at them. "Not a problem. I hope you catch your criminal or at least find your missing friend."

Tom regarded the bar of caramel fudge in his hands. He felt a little bad for accosting this kindly shopkeeper who likely had nothing to do with Buck's disappearance. Maybe the chocolate bar was just a clue to the true criminal and this guy was just a circumstantial link.

"Look, I feel bad for getting rough with you," he said. "How about I buy more of these things from you? How much?"

The man just smiled at him, a strange twinkle in his eyes. "If you wanted more, just ask." He plucked three more from the display and handed them to Tom. "Take them. When you find your friend, be sure to offer him some. I'm sure he'd appreciate them."

"I don't want to deprive you of your business..."

He got a soft chuckle from that. "My friend, my profit is not in selling my goods." The shopkeeper winked at him slyly before shooing them out of his shop. "Now off you guys go. There's a criminal out there to catch."

Tom gave the shopkeeper his thanks and headed out of the store, chewing on the caramel fudge he had. His mind was racing at a million miles per second. He had never been a very smart person but he did averagely in school. The stimulation he felt rushing through his mind at that moment was certainly something different and it got him excited. He saw things with a great deal of clarity.

He hopped into McIntyre's cruiser and cut off the police sergeant's question before the man even had a chance to ask the obvious.

"Yeah, Buck was special to me," he said. "Didn't realise it until now, really. Never thought I was gay or anything but I've always been best friends with Buck and I guess I liked him more than best friend should. Only when I realised he was missing did these feeling pop up." He glanced over to the sergeant. "Sorry if that makes you uncomfortable..."

The man sighed and ran a hand through his dark, curly hair. "I understand. I mean, I get that you care about him not about being in love with a guy. But you got to keep your cool. Let the police do their work, okay? It was a courtesy on my part to let you come along. Probably going to get written up for it." He gripped Tom's shoulder and gave it a firm squeeze. "Just promise me that you won't go doing anything crazy."

He could see that he was not going to get any more sympathy points from the sergeant. As luck would have it, McIntyre didn't throw him in jail or the shopkeeper didn't press any charges. The man's offer to keep him in the station for safety still stood and he made sure to reiterate that. However, Tom said he had some other place to stay low for a while and told the sergeant that he would call him in the morning.

The burly sergeant agreed to those terms and drove him back to his house which was still under investigation. He had finished one caramel bar by the time they arrived and his mind was constantly awake. He realised that there were no signs of a break in which suggested that whoever had entered either picked the lock or knew where he had placed the spare key. The further possibility that the same someone had picked up Buck's cell phone and received his message about the pizza run also entered his mind.

But there was also another possibility that crossed his mind.

Thankfully his car was not impounded or considered 'evidence' so he was allowed to take it and drive it away. He told McIntyre that he would call him in the morning, reinforcing his promise not to do anything crazy. But as he said this, his mind obsessed with the idea that the shopkeeper of the Candy Man wasn't quite telling him the truth.

He drove up to the motel right beside the shop, paid for a room with a clear view of the shop and locked himself inside. The beer and pizza he had brought to comfort Buck were still in his car so he brought those in to the motel room alongside the bars of caramel fudge. The dingy bed and poor excuse for a living area were the least of his concern. He pulled one of the chairs up to the window and parked himself down for a long night. His heart continued to race. There was no movement in the shop despite the lights being on. He didn't expect there to be any activity this night. It was too early from the crime, after all. Tomorrow or perhaps the day after, that would be when the criminal would come.

The excitement of the night got his stomach rumbling and cracked open a beer - now only slightly cold - and leaned back in his chair, watching. After the first sip, he reconsidered. He needed all his mental faculties to be on the lookout. Still, he was hungry and that pizza was getting cold. After a few slices, he was satiated for the moment. Admittedly, having a full stomach was making him a little sleepy.

It had been a long night after all.

In an attempt to keep his mind away, Tom reconsidered his plan. He wondered just what or who he was looking for. His mind began to get fuzzy and weariness from the night's activities began to slowly make him lethargic. After a long day's work at the construction yard plus all of this, he was feeling exhausted. But he refused go to sleep. Not yet. His obsession got the better of him and he reached for another of those caramel fudge bars. Maybe having something in his mouth would at least keep him awake. He took a bite and like a hit of caffeine, he was wide awake again.

Mind racing, he recalled that Officer McIntyre had mentioned that the guy he had met driving Buck's truck was a big, burly guy who had a beard and was bald. He kept a keen eye for such a person. Surely they wouldn't be hard to miss. But something else was starting to nag at him.

Was it possible that Buck had decided to change his identity after breaking it off with his wife?

But the guy that McIntyre described didn't look anything like Buck... 6'11', ripped like a professional bodybuilder...? Buck was at least half a foot shorter and kind of fat. While he was starting to lose some of his hair, he wasn't completely bald. Though he could easily have shaved it off...

Then again, it was dark, right? Was it possible that McIntyre was just tired or maybe inebriated? He got Buck's licence and registration. Surely he would have compared the Buck in the driver's license to the person standing in front of him. If they were vastly different, wouldn't he have said anything? Made an arrest?

A throbbing pressure began building in Tom's head and he grimaced. The headache rapidly intensified. With so many thoughts bouncing around in his mind, it became hard to concentrate. Glancing at the bar of caramel fudge, he grunted and set it aside. So much for stimulation with sugar. He wondered if he should call it a night and get some rest but he couldn't abandon Buck.

He needed to stay awake.

Not for the first time that night, a new idea crossed his mind from left field. He remembered reading an article somewhere saying that masturbating helped alleviate headaches. It seemed like a good idea at the time and he was willing to try anything. Never mind the fact that the moment he orgasmed, he could fall prey to the sleeping pill effect of afterglow. He just wanted the migraine to go away.

Tom got up and headed to the bathroom, dropped his pants and angled his flaccid 6 inch dick towards the bowl. Now the problem was coming up with something that could arouse him. With his temples pounding, it was difficult to think of something.

Then he thought of Buck.

Of sexy, burly Buck who had always been there for him, laughed with him, cried with him and whom he was doing all of this for. He had seen Buck naked multiple times before. Sometime, Buck spent the night at Tom's place for whatever reason; this wouldn't be the first time that Buck and Lisa had an argument. On occasion, Tom would catch Buck in the shower and he would see that big, fat dick. Only flaccid, unfortunately but he let his imagination run wild.

Tom closed his eyes and envisioned Buck's big hairy arms wrapped around him, that thick dick sliding up and down his but crack, radiating a warmth that soothed his racing heart. He imagined Buck's lips peppering his neck, each little kiss pushing more and more blood towards his dick. Tom licked his lips, wondering what it would feel like to have Buck's own lips pressed against his, that thick bear brushing against his cheeks.

He was invested in the moment, in the fantasy of having that big, hairy bear of a man cuddling with him and their tongues dancing as one. His hand went towards his cock, squeezing down on his meat and sliding up and down its length, pretending that it was Buck's. A grunt let throat, drowning out the sounds of his precum pouring out of his dick like a waterfall and dropping into the bowl below him. Tom was lost in thought, the candy offered by the Candy Man already well at work twisting his thoughts and drilling that fantasy of Buck into his mind.

He simply could not help himself and he became invested in the fantasy, ignoring all other stimulation. This paved the way for the changes to occur all over his body. In his fantasy, he imagined he and Buck lying on a bed, with the hunky construction worker at his feet. Slowly, Buck wrapped his tongue around each of his toes, lathering it with saliva and warmth, suckling on every toe. In reality, his feet began to change and grow. This, light brown hairs began springing up from his tanned flesh, covering the back of his feet as they grew and grew bigger. To be in line with his fantasy, Tom kicked off his boots but didn't have time to take off his socks before his feet began to stretch them.

His imagined Buck moved on to worshiping his calves, lathering them with his tongue while his big, manly hands caressed the muscles gently. As his thumbs slowly ran up the length of Tom's shins, the bone and muscle stretched, adding a little bit of height to Tom's already impressive 6'3'' height. Where originally, Tom's blonde hair made for a barely visible layer of fuzz on his legs, the hairs became thicker, darker and far more visible. The muscles of his calves grew with imaginary Buck's gentle caress, filling those big, meaty hands so that they had something more to grip.

As Tom's fantasy moved up towards his thighs, Tom eagerly pulled down his pants, allowing his quads to balloon out. Buck's phantom fingers traced the lines of every muscle group, every vein as they grew and hardened into two thick pillars of godly muscle. Like before, Tom's leg hairs grew thicker and darker. He imagined Buck's beard brushing up against them, a sort of electric feeling dancing between them as their hairs touched.

He let out a deep, rumbling growl, something he would never have produced as Buck moved towards his dick. The imaginary boyfriend lapped at his balls seductively... but then roughly spun him around. Suddenly, Tom had his ass exposed to Buck and the big, manly construction worker pushed his fat dick deep into Tom's ass. A blast of pleasure and warmth spread all throughout the transforming man as his own hips bucked to the rhythm of his fantasy. With every thrust, the changes continued.

Buck's imaginary precum poured into his gut, filling out belly. The flat, unassuming stomach began bulging out of his shirt even as his spine stretched towards the ceiling. Hard rock abdominals pushed up against his skin even though his belly protruded past his pectorals. Not to be outdone, his chest began hardening, strong muscles building. Where he had previously been rather hairless in terms of chest hair, thick layers of chest hair began growing all over his torso, spreading over the proud pectorals and all over his belly like a wild forest. It even spread over his shoulders and arms, urging the transformation into those parts of his body.

His shoulders in particular pushed out to his sides, growing into two, impressive bowling balls of muscle attached to his equally impressive arms. His shirt began to groan in protest at the sudden grown and a slight tear appeared in his collar, just enough so that his brown chest hair could be visible.

In his imagination, Buck let out a loud, primal roar and his seed poured deep into Tom. In turn, Tom's own dick was wracked by spasms and his cum came shooting out in copious amounts. It would be the last time he would ever truly orgasm as a pure human. All his seed - and indeed what made him human - poured out of him in powerful jets, enough to strike the back wall of the bathroom. Tom orgasmed for a full five minutes, rocking back and forth on his feet, pretending that he was being fucked by Buck.

The headache was gone but in its place, he was left with a rather clear mind, almost empty in fact. Tom stood in place for fifteen more minutes, just staring absently into space, his jaw slack and open. He was lost in the world of his own imagination where he and Buck were still passionately making out even after the vigorous sex they had just had. His cock remained agonisingly erect, precum leaking out of the tip. Only when the warm, stick, clear liquid began dripping across the suddenly thicker hairs on his balls did he feel the compulsion to snap out of his dream.

Tom rumbled softly, voice a whole octave deeper, and strode out of the bathroom. He sat back down on the chair he had perched by the window. Though he resumed his vigil, he couldn't quite understand _why_he was watching the candy store intently. All he knew was that he was looking out for a bald man and built like a tank.

He remained alert for a good hour or so before the weariness of night began to burden him once more. Something told him that it wasn't a good idea to have another bar of caramel fudge. Rest was what he needed so he stood up and followed the mysterious compulsion. Tom slumped into the bed, tore off all forms of clothing and drifted off to sleep.

While he slumbered, he dreamed. Again, he was drawn into the fantasy of him and Buck making passionate love to one another. Only in his mind, addled with lust, the image of the big hairy man with the pronounced belly morphed and twisted into a towering behemoth of lean muscle. Buck lost all his hair but his beard thickened. Not a single shred of fat remained on his titanic body and Tom fell to his knees, worshiping that monster cock while running his hands eagerly up and down Buck's washboard abdominals.

For the second time in less than two hours, Tom worked himself up into frenzy as he gripped his throbbing dick and pleasured himself to Buck's image unconciously. He licked his lips, physically eager for something just like Buck's cock in his mouth. Subconsciously, his free hand reached out and gripped a bar of fudge from beside him. He tore open its plastic wrapper with his teeth, his dream substituting the experience as ripping open the package of a condom. He slipped the salty, sweet bar between his lips, adoring the strangely similar taste as he pretended it was Buck's dick sliding in and out of his mouth.

Completely caught in the dream and enthralled by the spell of the Candy Man, Tom's body began to morph and twist quicker than last time. His weight skyrocketed as his belly surged out. His pectorals rapidly grew, chasing the rising mountain of his stomach. The hairs all over his body grew much coarser, thicker and denser. Within moments, he became covered in thick fur from head to toe. Sweat gleamed off his newly acquired pelt, outlining the thick lines of his muscles particularly his monstrous arms.

His legs curled and uncurled as they grew, stretching beyond the confines of the bed. With his feet growing past the foot of the bed, his spine stretched in the opposite direction. His head brushed up against the headrest, forcing him to sit up slightly. More and more mass was added to his already large frame, shoulders pushing out to either side of the single bed. His meaty biceps became twice as large as any normal man's head, a single thick vein cutting through even the layers of his fat and fur. With his added weight, his thighs and calves grew to ensure that his weight could be supported.

With every feverish tug on his growing dick, Tom grew closer and closer to orgasm. His massive cock thickened in his hands, growing to a monumental twenty inches long, quite fitting for his eight and a half foot height. He was forced to momentarily stop gripping his dick as his hands grew. A sensation like pins and needles ran down his fingers, running from his wrists and spreading all the way to the tips of his fingers. Thick, leathery pads pushed out of his palms, warmth radiating from them as they once again wrapped around his dick. Sharp, dagger-like claws jutting out of the tips of his fingers, his nails vanishing beneath the thick fur. His feet underwent a similar transformation, his claws scraping against the ground as he grew too big for the bed.

The last vestiges of his humanity began to melt away as his human face, covered in fur as it was, morphed and twisted. His lips jut forward, inching further and further up the caramel fudge bar in his muzzle. Sharp fangs took the place of his teeth and gripped around the bar securely even as his nose travelled to the edge of his muzzle and became a leathery black triangle. His features broadened, neck thickening to be almost as thick as his biceps. The voice that rumbled out of his throat could have matched the roar of thunder and it shook the entire room as he drew closer and closer to orgasm. His already rounded ears slowly shifted to the top of his head with the reshaping of his skull, completely covered in the dark brown fur.

But his transformation was not quite done yet. From the dense fur, a trickle of golden brown began to cut through. Slowly, bands of lighter, almost blonde hair began springing up all over his body. First, it started between his ears, sprouting up to form a semblance of his former, curly locks. These same hairs began trickling down the back of his neck, not as thick as the ones on his head but from there, it quickly spread. The hair spread over his shoulders, down his back and down his arms and chest. It thickened all over his arms, particularly dense around his forearms. The wild growth crawled all over his chest, outlining the curves of his massive pectorals and the firm abdominals that stuck out even with his pronounced belly. Even his legs were not spared.

Tom's eyes suddenly snapped open. His cock exploded in joy, hot, white seed spilling out of his dick. He let out a roar of pleasure but with the thick, sticky caramel in his muzzle, it came out as a muffled rumble akin to a dull earthquake. His entire body shook with the orgasm, massive heavy body almost four hundred pounds in weight slamming against the bed over and over again. The cheap motel bed snapped off its supports and crashed to the ground with the last blast of cum - and his humanity - from his dick.

Hot, alabaster cum coated the new blonde bear. A dull, dazed and almost dumb look was plastered all over Tom's face. He wasn't thinking, not truly. Driven purely by instinct, the bear slowly sat up and massaged his orange-sized balls. He held out one of his massive paws over his constantly-erect dick as he massaged the arm-length member. Not even a minute passed before he orgasmed for a third time but what came out was not his seed.

Thick, golden brown fluid squeezed out of his cock. He found that he could easily control the flow even though it was hard to deny the immense pleasure that came from producing the caramel. He cut off the flow before too much of the delicious liquid could spill into his paw and drip onto the floor. The burly bear eagerly lapped up the liquid with his new, long tongue. The salty taste brought him back a fantasies of Buck but the big, hairy man had been replaced by a black and white creature who could produce chocolate from his cock.

With such a hot image playing through his head he showed no restraint in producing more sticky caramel. Smiling goofily as he smeared the entire wall with his powerful seed. He did not stop the flow that time.

Tom played with his newfound abilities for the better part of thirty minutes before the fantasied of Buck became too much to bear. He could not just live with fantasies anymore. He needed the real thing and he knew where to find them.

Without a care in the world, he headed towards the door. It was a challenge to squeeze his enormous bulk through the small door; he had to take it one foot and shoulder at a time and shuffle sideways. Thankfully, no one was watching or keeping alert as the massive bear headed out of the motel and strode up to the candy store right next door.

He knocked on the door and waited patiently.

The Candy Man saw him and smiled. The shopkeeper took his time to open the door.

"Well, what do we have here?" the shopkeeper said with a smile.

Tom wasn't sure how he managed to speak with his new muzzle but he somehow had all the knowledge there and he just went with it. "I'm back. Just as you called me. I'm ready."

"All in due time," answered the man, raising a hand. "Why don't you come in and I'll explain?"

He smiled back and nodded. Somehow, the doorway to the store fit him perfectly and he managed to slide in easily enough. Something told him that the door wasn't always that big and the Candy Man shouldn't have been able to open it without some help but those questions were quickly fading into nothingness. He could feel those thoughts creeping from his brain and being transferred into his balls, ready to be turned into cum or caramel at his discretion.

"You see, this store is sponsored by none other than the Nexus Conglomerate," the Candy Man said. "Have you heard of them?"

Tom previously hadn't but he knew about them now. "Yes."

"The Nexus Conglomerate is an assortment of companies that have come together for profit. This store and many like it are funded by a relatively new branch; the Nexus Confectionary Group or NCG for short. They look after small consumables such as hotdogs, food stalls, small restaurants and yes, even candy stores like my own."

The shopkeeper smiled and looked up at Tom. "You may be wondering why my products have changed you in such a manner. Well, the NCG is just starting, after all, and stores like mine need a means to mass produce the confectionary it sells on an interdimensional level. Trying to meet the supply of an entire reality is one thing but try multiple!"

The shopkeeper chuckled to himself mildly. "Anyway. Why don't we get you settled in, hmmm?"

"Yes please," Tom rumbled.

The Candy Man led him towards a door at the back of the shop. "Every piece of candy in this... let's call it a 'pioneer' store will transform you into a producer just like all the others. The candy you produce can be transformative as well but we target those people that best fit what we would call a 'model employee'. Patrick O'Brien's sheer energy allows him to produce candy at a very impressive rate. The sex-driven attitudes of Vaughn, Hank and Rory offer endless enthusiasm to work. Buck Cunningham was more than willing to toss aside his former life for a brand new one."

The shopkeeper smiled wanly at Tom. "And you, my friend, you would give anything to be with Buck."

He gripped the doorknob and slowly pulled the door open.

"So now let me show you where you will be working..."

The candy man can cause he Mixes it with love and Makes the world Taste good

Gummy Snakes

It was the next morning and Tom Riker had not called him.

Ron McIntyre was starting to get worried. It was only early in the morning but he given the events of the previous night and the reports that were starting to come in, he was growing worried. Buck Cunningham wasn't the only one that had gone missing, apparently. There were reports of various teenagers having gone missing, at least twenty overnight. Husbands, boyfriends, sons and nephews had all suddenly disappeared. Though the police couldn't quite do anything about it yet as it had not yet been a full twenty-four hours, it was too much of a coincidence to be... well, just dumb luck.

Was their little down in the midst of some sort of mass disappearance?

Already crackpot theorists were spinning tales of government conspiracies, alien abductions and secret societies.

Ron long discounted the idea of a serial killer.

More than a hundred people went missing all in one night? Even several serial killers couldn't do that. Could they? Unless it was some sort of cult? It wouldn't be the first time in history that people just up and left for something they believed in. Based on the reports, however, none of these people had any inkling towards a fanatical religious belief. There was even a guy uptown that was a devout, outspoken Christian who was scheduled to give an inspiring speech at today's congregation.

It was turning out to be a very strange Saturday morning and Ron was going through his fifth cup of coffee. Sleep was a luxury he could not afford and he had spent the entire night working with the detectives and other officers. It wasn't that any of them were forced to stay at work. Rather it was that they were compelled to by a sense of duty. Something was happening in their town and none of them felt safe knowing that it was still occurring.

At the back of the office, there was a big lattice of pictures of all those who were reported as missing. Pieces of string with post-it notes attached to them connected those who were related in some way. There was also a big map of the city and the surrounding suburbs at the centre of the collage with string linking the pictures to where they were last seen. No discernible pattern was evident. Thankfully, the reports of missing people had stopped.

"Where have you all gone?" he asked himself softly.

He swept his gaze from left to right, following the timeline of people missing. The first person to go was a farmer out in the rural part of the city and that was a week ago. Apparently, he had gone out to get some groceries and never came back. The latest person to disappear was none other than Buck Cunningham after the rather bizarre break-in at Tomas Riker's place.

Though Ron wondered if Riker was the next victim.

He ran a hand down his face and wished he had gotten the guy's number.

Maybe he was just being paranoid. Like him, Riker probably needed some sleep after what had happened overnight. He glanced at the clock and grunted. It was already eight in the morning. He had been up for more than twenty-four hours now and it was starting to wear on him. His computer monitor was a mess of gibberish that he could barely make out.

He could not keep going. Not like this.

With a sigh, he got up from his seat, taking his 6'11'' height of compact muscle and told the guy nearest to him that he was heading home for the day. A vague, tired grunt was his reply. Obviously, he wasn't the only one that needed some rest. He shuffled more than walked out of the police station and hopped into his cruiser.

His eyes settled on the jar of gummy snakes that sat on the passenger seat. That store, the Candy Man, seemed like a promising lead. There were a few instances amongst the disappearances that were somehow related to confectionary. A few witnesses mentioned that some of the missing people were last seen eating some form of candy or snack usually in a highly populated area. It wasn't anything concrete, however. A few bizarre scenarios just like Tom's situation also dotted the cases. He remembered reading a report where a guy's apartment was covered in sticky marshmallows. There was another guy that was rather obsessed with what appeared to be lollipops without the sticks.

Was it some sort of calling card? Did the sick son-of-a-bitch that was doing this buy some sort of candy and throw it all over the place after kidnapping his victim?

No... that didn't make sense.

The shopkeeper of the Candy Man said that Buck Cunningham had come to his store.

So that left Ron with two possibilities.

Either the shopkeeper was the kidnapper - after all, who kept their shop open so long?

Or Buck was the kidnapper and perhaps the smearing of chocolate in Tom's apartment was, in fact, his attempt to set up for kidnapping his friend.

A third option popped into his mind.

The 'Buck' that Tom described was not the same person that had handed over Buck's details last night. In retrospect, Ron really should have double checked the guy's license but after being creamed with cum right to the face, he had the undeniable urge to get out of there as fast as possible. One of the many reasons that Ron was obsessing over this case.

He _should_have followed up that lead.

He should have brought in the stranger even if it meant being ridiculed over getting an impromptu facial.

At the very least, he could've brought some closure to Tom.

Ron shook his head free of the regret. The exhaustion of the last twenty-four hours was really getting to him and he was going into a dark place. He shrugged and twisted the jar open. There didn't seem anything special about the gummy snakes. They came in various colours from red, green, yellow, purple, blue and even a pink. Curiously, each one had the heads of the snake a different colour, a flavour that complimented the base. He tested a red one with its head a bright green. It brought to mind strawberries.

Absently chewing the gummy snake, Ron pulled out of the garage and headed home. Curious about the rest of the flavours, he reached into the jar and consciously pulled out a purple one and its head was red instead. It tasted a lot like grapes, so far his favourite. The candy didn't last very long, however, as these things were doomed to. But that just gave him the opportunity to fish out a green one with a yellow head. That one had the distinct taste of green apple. A little too tart in his opinion but still nice. He wondered how it would taste with other flavours.

There was an odd stillness in the city as he drove through the streets. Normally, even so early in the morning, the streets would be packed with people. It was a Saturday. The shops would just be opening and shoppers would be milling about waiting for those doors to open. But the streets were surprisingly barren. There were only a few people here and there. They walked with a gloom over their heads, shoulders slumped and heads bowed like they did not want to be seen.

No official press release had been made about the disappearances as they all seemed so disparate and spread out. Senior officers said that the disappearances could be related but there was no evidence to support this. There was no use trying to rile up the public into a panic over nothing - if it was nothing. Only once they learned more were they willing to go to the press.

Ron pulled his mind from work for the second time and grabbed another gummy snake. This time, it was a yellow snake with purple head. Pineapples instantly sprang to mind and it was definitely much sourer than the green apple. He almost spit it out but he had committed to devouring it and munched on it, not really letting the taste linger in his mouth. The bitter/sourness remained on his tastebuds so he grabbed another snake, this one being blue. He regarded it warily. As someone who was rather conscious about his weight given that he already had a single digit body fat index, he knew that blue food colouring was technically the most unhealthy. It was so... artificial. Then he shrugged. He had already downed several snakes after all. What was the harm?

He tossed the blue snake with a green head into his mouth. The mild, sweet taste of blueberries danced on his tastebuds and he decided that this would be his new favourite flavour of the bunch. It wasn't too sweet but at the same time, it wasn't too bland. Never mind the fact that it was probably filled with all sorts of artificial flavours and colours. It was good.

He still had one more colour to go, however, and he plucked a pink one from the jar. This one was curious. Unlike the other snakes, it had two heads instead of one. It was completely pink from tail to heads. He wondered if it was some sort of fluke and scrounged around for another similarly coloured snake. Nope. All the pink snakes had two heads. It was a cute novelty and he tossed it into his mouth. The taste was by far the sweetest of the bunch, so sweet it nearly burned his tongue. To cleanse his palette, he fished out another blueberry snake and let it rest in his mouth until it completely melted.

His home was a large three bedroom home that sat in the suburbs east of the city. Originally, his goal had been to get the girl, buy a house, have a family. Unfortunately at 38 and despite being lean, tall, ripped and handsome, he hadn't found the right girl yet. All those that he had ever been interested in were with the police just like him and office romances never worked out. Those that were interested in him were dumb as bricks and he didn't feel like indulging them. So he got the house instead.

What was more appealing than a guy with his own house anyway?

Though he had been told the fact that he had three bedrooms automatically meant that he had expectations of having a family and that could very well scare off quite a few women. With so many guys disappearing these days, however, he wondered if his chances of finding the right girl just increased.

He shook his head of those thoughts again. Now was not the time to be thinking of work. He took the jar of gummy snakes from his car and headed inside to his well-furnished home. The stress of the previous night almost made him want to collapse onto the floor the moment he crossed the threshold into the house but he had to resist. Discipline taught in the force allowed him power through his exhaustion, kick off his shoes and stride towards the master bedroom.

There, he stripped off his blue shirt and peeled off his pants. This left him only in his white briefs and singlet. His strong, muscular body emitted the strong stench of a man who had been working throughout the entire day and whose body odour had cut through any deodorant or cologne he had applied. The only pleasant odour came from his breath which was pleasantly sweet.

"I reek..." he rumbled and immediately headed towards the bathroom. He stripped off the remainder of his clothes, folding them neatly before throwing them into the clothes hamper. The shower sprang to life and pelted his body with cool droplets of water a moment later. A sigh of contentment left his lips as he let his massive shoulders relax.

At an impressive two hundred and forty pounds of pure muscle, Ron McIntyre had a bit of work to make sure every inch of his body was washed especially after the night he had. He grabbed a sponge, lathered it up with some musky body soap and began scrubbing himself down. His big hands made a few circles around his plump pectorals before moving down towards his washboard abs. Just as he was reaching the bottom row, the back of his hand brushed up against something hot and hard.

He was a little stunned to see his impressive seven inch dick throbbing at full mast. The member was flushed red and angrily demanded attention. Something he was always a little embarrassed of was how his dick curved slightly to the left. While far from shy, the oddness of his genitals was always a sore point for him and led to problems with intimacy.

But in the privacy of his own home, he had no such problems.

Now that he was off the clock and he was still a man. He seized his dick and began beating off. He was constantly fighting against the cooling effect of the colder water peppering him. His other hand continued to wash his body, the soap and suds acting as a sort of lubricant that allowed his hand to slide up and down his dick with ease. Ron panted and moaned. He needed this. He needed the release from all the stress.

He groaned as strings of precum began dripping out of his dick. A strange sense of awareness flooded him, his cock becoming incredibly sensitive. He could _feel_every drop of precum bubbling up from his balls, sliding up the length of his dick and pouring out of the uncut head to join the waves of water showering him.

All the stress of the day began pouring out of his muscles, leaving them relaxed and slack. It all poured towards his balls, engorging them until they began to push up against his scrotum. When his sac could no longer take any more, it grew bigger. Pressure started building around the base of his cock and Ron's balls began pushing up against his dick, ready to blow his load. He tried to hold it back but with his need for some stress relief, it was a failing battle.

Ron suddenly gasped and his cock went rigid. Hot, white seed sprayed out of his dick in a single, powerful blast; strong enough to knock him back a step. For a moment, his entire body tensed with the sudden release but it quickly passed. The moment the cupful of cum left his body, his muscles relaxed and even his bones felt like they were made of gelatine.

The burly and exhausted police officer nearly collapsed in the shower but again, that discipline saved him. He shut off the shower and staggered out. The allure of afterglow was too much for him and Ron McIntyre fell asleep there and then.

A normal person would have dropped onto the cold tiles and just slumbered but Ron was slipping away from 'normal'. His consciousness slipped away while his body immediately went into autopilot. He towelled himself of, eyes half closed and jaw slightly open. With an almost zombie-like gait, he staggered out of his bathroom and back into his bedroom. Instead of going for the bed immediately, he instead went towards the jar of gummy snakes, compelled to eat more.

He shoved a handful into his mouth, a soft moan rising from his throat as the mixture of flavours danced on his tastebuds. The naked and slightly dripping officer just stood there, in the middle of his large bedroom, chewing the candy numbly. Once the last shard of gelatine was down his throat, a dazed smile crossed his features and a rumble rose from his throat.

Ron staggered towards his bed and collapsed onto the sheets, legs and arms wide like the Vitruvian Man. This left the most room for his transformation to kick in. With the fuel provided by the gummy snakes and the catalyst of orgasm, his body began changing. The lean muscles on his arms shook and began wiggling, like they were made of jelly. With every little ripple, they grew bigger. The same rippling rolled up from his forearms, to his biceps and triceps. Waves of pleasure washed over his entire body as the very physical waves spread over his already broad shoulders and developed them into big, round mountains. His traps stretched, thickening to the point where his neck practically fused with his shoulders.

The same waves began emanating from his stomach where the gummy snakes sat, being digested. His abdominals thickened and broadened, absorbing the pleasurable massage from the ripples. As his chest blossomed into two, big mountains that rose higher than his chest, each breath he took practically creating a vacuum effect. Ten, twenty and eventually a whole thirty pounds of muscle quickly stacked onto his body within the span of a few minutes, all in his upper body.

Strangely, the rippling had a different effect on his legs. His already thick thighs didn't grow, his calves did not transform into two bulging, heart-shaped masses behind his shins. Instead, they seemed to get a degree of flexibility. Tendons loosened, cartilage became looser and the lines of his muscles actually began to fade into his skin. The shredded quads that he had worked so hard to maintain and had led to many awkward hours sitting and standing up melded together, the hard ridges smoothening out. Veins that popped up all over his legs eased back into his skin.

Ron grunted loudly as his cock started to fill with blood once more. The ripples all over his body all sent waves of pleasure towards his dick, fuelling it to rise back into erection. Precum came shooting out of his cock with the same pressure as his orgasm just a few minutes ago; sending his hips bucking. The motions caused his bed to shake and squeak. His big hands gripped the sheets in a mix of pleasure and agony. Even when his cock reached its normal full length of seven inches, it continued to grow. Every jet of ever-thickening precum caused the member to surge forward another half inch. Within moments, he had a monstrous foot long cock flapping madly in the air and spraying his chiselled chest with clear, sticky fluid. The bend in his dick become more prominent, the member standing erect and pointing directly to the left.

Ron's lips parted in a silent gasp, eyes squeezed shut, as his cock fired off his second orgasm in less than an hour. The rush of hormones and chemicals flooding his brain left him securely fastened in dreamland while his body tensed and went rigid once more. Thick, hot seed came pouring out of his dick but more than that. The rippling all over his body began to slow and eventually cease but they all moved towards a central point, his balls. The quaking focused deep in his balls, causing the respectably-sized orbs to shake and jostle deep in his sac. As the shaking began to ebb, something long and tubular wiggled deep inside his cock. With the flow of seed pouring out of his cock, this _something_was forced up the length of his dick, causing a visible bulge on the underside of his member. It was fired out of his cock with the rest of his seed, his cum providing ample lubrication for the gummy snake to shoot out and land squarely beside Ron's head.

The dark haired police officer let out a sigh of contentment as the creation of the candy signalled the end of his orgasm. Still controlled by his subconscious, however, he rolled to his side and shuffled to where the snake lay, covered in his seed. He wrapped his lips around it and slurped it up, smiling in contentment at the mix of salty and sweet dance do his tongue.

With that final act, Ron McIntyre fell asleep and the grip of the Candy Man loosened... for the moment.

It was several hours later that Ron finally woke up.

"What the...?" he began, looking around himself.

His last memories were ejaculating all over his shower. How he got to his bed and then how managed to cream himself to such an extent was a mystery. Although, he couldn't help but feel a little impressed. As the disciplined man that he always was, he immediately wrapped up his sheets and carried them over to the washer. It didn't even occur to him that he was completely naked and so much larger than he had been when he had gone to sleep.

After stuffing his bed sheets into the washer, he picked up a sponge and a bucket. He proceeded to clean up the mess he had made from the carpet in his bedroom, still quietly impressed that he had managed to make a right mess of his bedroom with his cum. In the back of his mind, he mildly thought back to all those girls that he had dated and had rejected him. They were really missing out on something.

It took him some time and it was about four in the afternoon before he actually finished. Though the cleaning only took an hour, he was already feeling rather exhausted and hungry. He retreated to the kitchen and quickly whipped himself a salad sandwich and munched on it, absently staring out the window still completely ignoring the fact that he was naked.

After he finished the sandwich, the rather bland taste on his tongue left him craving for something a little... more. Perhaps sweeter. Remembering the gummy snakes in his room, he immediately went to fetch them. There was only half of the jar left and he wondered just how much he had eaten on his car ride back from the station, completely unaware of his subconscious acts. With a shrug, he grabbed a handful of them and took them to the lounge room. There, he settled his bare rump in the couch and switched on the television.

The news blared about some missing people and threw around some conspiracy theories and put blame on the administration, as it always did. Ron stomached through the ridicule and just waited for other stories to pop up. Eating the sweet, gelatinous snakes helped. As he was through his third snake, however, he became aware of another kind of snake that was slowly coming to bear and make itself known between his legs. When a drop of precum landed on his thigh, he simply could not ignore the throbbing need anymore.

He finished off the last of the gummy snakes and regarded his impressive foot long dick. Something in the back of his mind told him that he was never so big before but that was replaced by the fact he was really impressed at its size.

Then a thought crossed his mind.

Could he suck himself off?

He had never been able to no matter how many crunches he did. But now...

Ron couldn't help but lick his lips at the thought, the taste of the candy still on his tongue. The more he stared at his throbbing dick, the more he was drawn to it. Slowly, he inched closer and closer to it. Before he even knew what was happening, his mouth was wide open and wrapped firmly around his dick. The jet of precum that shot straight down his throat was a surprise but it was like a wakeup call for him.

The feeling of his throbbing cock in his mouth was like nothing he had ever experienced before. It was simply amazing and he wanted more. Ron's instincts took over and he began bucking his hips. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as the dual pleasure of finding a cock in his mouth and having his dick in a mouth drove the discipline right out of him.

His precum grew thicker and thicker, shooting constantly down his throat as his arousal reached critical levels. Ron rolled onto his back against the couch, allowing gravity to do some of the work for him. With his legs in the air, he suckled on his dick, just barely getting it over the crest of his massive pectorals and the head into past his lips.

It was just not enough.

This one thought was the trigger.

His entire body began rippling once more, arms, legs, chest and dick shaking and quaking like his flesh was made of water. The pleasant massage of his very flesh tripled the sensation. Thick veins were pushed up against the surface of his skin, a network crossing his forearms and splitting all over his biceps, one very thick river bulging against his ever-growing arms. A loud groan as his neck thickened all the more, his shoulders broadening to the point where he could no longer fit on the couch on his back comfortably. He whimper of dismay left his throat as his spine grew longer, pulling his dick further and further away from him. He practically gasped and tried to follow his retreating cock, lapping up the layers of precum that splattered all over his face.

It was all relative however, as his huge, wide chest tapered down to his waist. Which housed his monstrous dick. With each throb of his massive heart, his cock grew bigger and bigger, pushing itself closer and closer to his awaiting lips. It came within an inch before stopping. Ron let out a moan of dismay, desperately trying to bend his spine in ways that it could not to get his lips back around his dick. He lunged forward over and over again but could not get more than a faint brush of his lips against the rounded head.

There was a sudden distinctive crack and for a moment, he felt a blast of heat erupted from each vertebrae along his spine. Panic rushed up his gut. Did he somehow snap his own spine? The rippling along his body, however, smoothed it all over and suddenly, Ron found himself easily curling his body in no way that a human should have been able to. His lips securely wrapped his cock until the monster of a member was brushing up against the back of his mouth, squirting that glorious, salty liquid down his throat.

Then came the second hurdle.

He needed _more_of his cock in his mouth but he simply could not fit anymore.

The waves shaking his body took care of that as well. For the first time in his transformation, they rolled over his features. Ron closed his eyes as the quaking blurred his vision. Even without seeing, he could feel the changes occurring in him. The waves massaged his skull forward into a new shape, pushing his lips and teeth out forward so that they could inch closer and closer to the base of his long prick. He could feel them sharpening his teeth into fangs, stretching his nose until they became two slits sitting at the top of his new muzzle. The waves rolled down his tongue, forcing it to lengthen and granting it new flexibility. Ron easily slipped his long tongue out between his lips and curled it around the remainder of his dick.

The human part of his mind realised that this was all wrong. But then the first snake came.

All the shaking was strongest in his balls, causing them to grow bigger and bigger. Within them, gelatine formed and their new alien structure eagerly shaped it into the flavoured confectionary that Ron had enjoyed so much. Ron's eyes widened as he got a good view of the first snake wriggling beneath the surface of his scrotum and slowly making its way up his dick. He wasn't sure what it was but he was sure_whatever that tub-shaped thing was, it should _not be making its way down his dick! The transforming police officer tried to pull away but the compulsion of the Candy Man, the pleasure of giving himself head and the wonderful transformative massage was getting paralysed him.

A jet of cum shot straight down his throat and with it... a gummy snake.

Ron's eyes bulged in his reformed skull as the snake slid past his tongue, tantalising his tastebuds with its taste masked by his salty seed and disappeared down his throat. From there, he was damned. Ron suckled and massaged his balls, begging for more. He wanted more of the candy in him and he wanted to savour it.

With the thought implanted in his mind, the transformation could proceed into full swing. Deep blue scales began taking the place of his skin starting from the tip of his new muzzle. Ron closed his eyes, giving himself over to the pleasure. Every inch that the scales covered, the shaking all over his body ceased. It spread all over his features, flatting his ears until they were just little holes in the side of his head. His curly brown hair remained, surprisingly.

As the scales rolled down his neck and over his shoulders, his nipples began melding with his flesh, vanishing into his strong, muscular pectorals in preparation for when they would be overwhelmed by the sapphire scales. Even with the new armour-like hide, every muscle on his body, every vein that pushed up against his skin and even the hairs under his armpits remained.

Perhaps the greatest change came when the transformation swept down his legs. Some powerful force pushed his meaty thighs together. The flesh then knitted together, the seams being covered by scales and merging together perfectly. His knees slammed together, the bones joining together as one just as his femurs did the same. The bones in his feet combined as one, the combined mass of his legs being used to form a long, muscular tail that tapered into a pointed tip. The blue scales swept over the entire length and upon its completion, Ron came once again, sending _three_gummy snakes into his awaiting muzzle.

The serpent was forced to pull his lips away from his orgasming cock as he chewed the succulent candy, swimming in his seed, savouring the delicate balance of salty and sweet. All the while, his dick continued to spew white seed all over his chest, sending gummy snakes slapping upon his pectorals.

His transformation was not quite done yet, however.

A sudden pressure began building right beside his dick. His fingers absently rubbed where a large, bulbous nub was forming while he lay back on the couch, savouring his meal. Within moments, the nub had grown into a long growth, one that was quickly spewing clear liquid from its tip. Ron knew what was happening, the transformation and the candy told him so. He was a very virile male and gummy snakes came in jars, not just packets or single servings. He needed to be able to produce a _lot_of them.

That meant two dicks.

He grinned dreamily to himself as his second cock emerged from the thick bush of crotch fur and joined its brother in shooting cum and snakes all over his chest, his balls happily producing both in equal quantities. The newly transformed police officer just relished the warmth of his seed splashing all over himself and, squeezing both his dicks in one hand while rubbing the cream all over his body.

Eventually, the flow had to end and Ron lay on his couch, tail curling around himself as he slumbered. What made Ron McIntyre a police officer was wiped away as his vulnerable mind was filled with all the information he needed to serve.

An hour later, the snake woke and uncurled himself. He left the snakes and his cum where it was. It would serve as the lure for whoever came to investigate and would eventually lead them to the Candy Man. With a content smile on his face, Ron slithered out of his home into the dead of night, knowing full well how to use his naga-like body.

Even though the Candy Man store had moved again, he knew exactly where it was. Thankfully it was just a few blocks away so he didn't have to travel too far. As always, the lights were on and there was the shopkeeper, the Candy Man. He knocked and the shopkeeper greeted him with a wan smile.

"Well, what do we have here?"

Ron smiled back and gave the man a bow of respect. "I need to cum... I need to make more snakes..."

"All in due time," answered the man, raising a hand. "Why don't you come in and I'll explain?"

He followed the man into the store. A sense of warmth and belonging filled him as he stepped into the old timey-shop.

"You see, this store is sponsored by none other than the Nexus Conglomerate," the Candy Man said. "Have you heard of them?"

"Now I have, yes."

"The Nexus Conglomerate is an assortment of companies that have come together for profit. This store and many like it are funded by a relatively new branch; the Nexus Confectionary Group or NCG for short. They look after small consumables such as hotdogs, food stalls, small restaurants and yes, even candy stores like my own."

The shopkeeper smiled and looked up at the former officer. "You may be wondering why my products have changed you in such a manner. Well, the NCG is just starting, after all, and stores like mine need a means to mass produce the confectionary it sells on an interdimensional level. Trying to meet the supply of an entire reality is one thing but try multiple!"

The shopkeeper chuckled to himself mildly. "Anyway. Why don't we get you settled in, hmmm?"

"I'm ready," Ron insisted.

The Candy Man led him towards a door at the back of the shop. "Every piece of candy in this... let's call it a 'pioneer' store will transform you into a producer just like all the others. The candy you produce can be transformative as well but we target those people that best fit what we would call a 'model employee'. Patrick O'Brien's sheer energy allows him to produce candy at a very impressive rate. The sex-driven attitudes of Vaughn, Hank and Rory offer endless enthusiasm to work. Buck Cunningham was more than willing to toss aside his former life for a brand new one. Tom Riker was willing to give anything to be with Buck."

The name Tom Riker vaguely seemed familiar to Ron but he just shrugged it off.

The shopkeeper smiled at him. "And you, my friend, you were obsessed with finding the cause of the disappearances. Well, now you know."

Ron nodded, still smiling. "Yeah, yeah I do."

He gripped the doorknob and slowly pulled the door open.

"So now let me show you where you will be working..."

The Candy Man led Ron inside and there, Ron truly felt like he had come home.

Beyond the door was an impossibly large facility, larger than what should have fit into the back room of a candy store. The atrium had about three lifts leading up at _least_twenty floors. The sky beyond the glass dome roof showed daytime. Ron understood that the door they stepped through was some sort of transportation technology. He was no longer in his home town.

On every floor, there were hallways, each one marked with the name of a particular list of confectionaries. There were pipes leading out of each of the tunnels, each one clear and showing cum-covered candies being carried off to processing where they would be cleaned and removed of their transformative effects. Their addictive effects would remain, however.

The Candy Man, led him to one of the tunnels on the first floor. This tunnel was marked with five names; 'Jawbreaker', 'Taffy', 'Chocolate', 'Caramel' and 'Gummy Snakes'. This was where he belonged.

He smiled and slithered down the tunnel, ahead of his host. There were several different 'biomes' that were all interconnected by tunnels. As he headed towards the Snake Biome, he passed a large barn-like facility where several, tall, statuesque equines were standing furiously jacking off into a large trough. As they came, large jawbreakers shot out of their cocks. Their cum and candy were taken through the trough for processing.

Next, he crossed a large open, tiled area akin to a shopping mall. There were tables and chairs everywhere and on each of them, coiled around one another, were dozens of canines, furiously fucking one another. What came out of their dicks was not cum but taffy. Large tubes hung from the ceiling and were hooked onto the cocks of the dogs being fucked, carrying their products off to wherever it was to be processed.

Then there was the chocolate area. Unlike the others, the area was dominated by three, large pools that were sectioned off from one another. Each one was filled with a certain kind of chocolate; white, milk or dark. Huge, muscular orcas constantly played with their nipples and produced the chocolate from their dicks into the massive vats. They occasionally swam in the thick goo as well but only to emerge a moment later and molest one of their own to produce more.

The caramel facility was curious. The titanic bears, by far the biggest of the others, were allowed to freely wander around in large, sectioned areas like cubicles or perhaps, a better analogy, were gloryholes. They stuck their huge, fat dicks through the holes and were subsequently pleasured by others. The caramel they produced was collected in large buckets by their partners before being carried off for processing.

Lastly, came his new home.

Ron smiled at the sight of the large, singular lake of cum and gummy snakes. Others of his kind milled about the area, curled around one another or pleasuring themselves with their own mouths.

This was where he belonged.

The Candy Man patted his back.

"Now, feel free to wander around the facility and interact with the others. You aren't restricted to your own produce, after all." The man chuckled softly. "Buck Cunningham and Tom Riker happily created chocolate covered caramel bars and even caramel coated chocolate depending on who was on top. Who knows, you might be able to create some gummy-centred jawbreakers, chocolate covered snakes, chocolate taffy or maybe even snakes with a caramel coating! Feel free to experiment!"

"Oh I will," Ron answered with a grin.

A fellow snake slithered up to him, wrapping one arm around his waist and the other seizing his twin dicks. "Hey, you new?"

"Yeah."

"Can I get a taste?" asked the snake, licking his lips.

Ron grinned broadly. "Of course."

The Candy Man laughed brightly. "I have a feeling you'll fit in just fine here."

Ron glanced back at him.

"Sweet."