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Eventually, Pholus and Bill managed to extract themselves from the gym. After another workout. And a wank session in the sauna. And a bit more time with Beth, who worked out with the pair after her shift was over. There was a hazy musk around the couple, and they attracted quite a few admiring stares, spurring them to keep lifting iron and flexing their new improved bodies.

Still, lifting stuff was well within Pholus’s experience, and he’d spent enough time around a horse herd that his brain could understand how smell affected them. It wasn’t until the pair had walked out of the front door that there was something new.

The green blobs that he’d always seen were… there, but complex, visible!

Pholus stopped, looking at the trees that edged the sidewalk, mouth open. He could see every leaf, how they rustled against each other, as the light summer breeze pushed them around. His sight blurred again, as a big tan blob came close.

“Pholus, are you alight?” Bill asked, as his friend stood there, mouth agape at nothing.

Pholus closed his mouth and swallowed. The muscle was nice, and he liked not needing to look up at people, and a person worshiping his dick tickled... everything just so… so nicely… but, this was the first thing that really made him realize how much better his life was getting. Getting hard was… frankly fucking amazing, but being able to see Bill’s concerned face, the leaves in the trees, the insects buzzing around happily… he fervently thanked Persephone. He thanked her with all his might.

“Have I told you how amazing you are?” Pholus said, blinking and focusing on Bill, a smile spreading across his face. The words sent a shudder through Bill and his bulge twitched through his sweat soaked compression shorts.

Bill laughed to himself. “I don’t think so, but I like it. You want to go and enjoy the trees? Or you want to go home?”

Pholus stepped towards Bill, his clear blue eyes filling the world. “I want to spend time with you.” Bill’s tan face blushed, and his gaze broke, looking down, as the blush intensified.

“I… let’s do that at home. I… I’d love to spend time with you, too.”

They held hands as they kept walking to the car, an extra spring in their step.

***

Pholus squirmed in the comfortable chair next to Bill, trying to pay attention to the TV. They were both sitting there, wearing t-shirts and shorts. Bill’s parents and sister were with them. All five of them were watching the most inane stuff, something about cooking, and it was driving Pholus insane.

He could smell them! Bill’s dad was running his hands up his mom’s thigh, his sister was grinding her crotch against a pillow, and Bill was achingly hard, leaking a steady stream of pre into his slowly soaking underwear. All of them wanted to leave and go fuck, or wank off, or do anything, but they were just sitting around!

Pholus groaned, and leaned back, his cock finally overcoming his limited control as he felt blood rushing towards it.

Bill’s thick six incher was hard to hide. You could always easily tell where when he was excited, even more now since he didn’t appear to own anything that wasn’t skin tight, keeping his egg sized balls and purple snake front and center. His flushed face, how he’d touch his mouth at every opportunity, and his grinding set Pholus on edge. It was impossible to ignore.

Jane looked up from her phone, as Pholus’s dick started pushing from excusable fabric lump into overt tent… then beyond.

He still refused to wear underwear, and he was somewhat regretting it as the bulge worked its way down, until it pushed through his leg opening, inch after inch of cock showing. Bill hurriedly put his hand on the extending spire, sending Pholus’s eyes wide, as blood surged. A few seconds later, Pholus added his hand, hiding the foot long monster, as the room went silent.

Bill’s mom and dad poured off embarrassment, his sister disbelief. After a few moments of everyone trying to ignore the obvious, and Pholus trying to hold back an approaching orgasm, Bill’s dad saved the day. “You two, go upstairs. Alright Jane, you have swim practice soon, right?”

“Erm, in like 30 minutes, but...” She bit her lip, looking at Pholus.

“Excellent! Pack your stuff. You two think you can keep it PG around here for the next few hours?” He asked, glaring at Bill.

Bill shook his head. “Nope.”

Bill’s dad grimaced. “Points for being honest. Control yourselves better next time.” He said, standing up, and walking stiff legged towards the door, his wife and daughter following, a mild stream of complaints flowing from Jane.

With a screech, and the sound of a closing door, Bill and Pholus were left alone.

“Erm… that was… quick...” Pholus said, a bit surprised, letting go of his dick. The uncircumcised head happily spat a blob of precum, leaving Pholus’s thigh wet and glistening.

Bill laughed. “Yeah… he has a… direct view of how sex with his kids should happen. Preferably not at all, but definitely not while he’s in the building. And since he won’t get us a hotel room...” Bill said, then reached down and pulled his shirt up and over his head, revealing his defined abs and perfect chest, framed by built biceps, all nearly hairless, giving Pholus a feast for the ages.

Well, maybe for a good month. He was built rather than Herculean.

Pholus still drank him in as if he was dying of thirst, and eagerly got up. They heard the door slam, and the car turn on, as Pholus shed his shirt too, revealing a set of worked on pecs and trim waist.

Bill turned and smiled over his shoulder. “Let’s go enjoy the high privacy fence and the nice day. What do you say?” He slowly unbuttoned his pants and unzipped, then stretched, showing off his defined back. Pholus stared, open mouthed, his cock straining against his shorts.

Leaning against a doorway, Bill stepped out of his shoes, revealing large sockless feet, and undid his pants the rest of the way, pulling them down his hairy legs. He stood there, revealing a tent in his boxers, the seductive smile never leaving his face. “You coming, stallion?”

Pholus was a bit less smooth, and grabbed at his shoes, jumping on one foot to try to follow Bill. Finally he made it through the door, just in time to see Bill step out into the sunlight. “You planned this?!” Pholus said, accusingly, half naked, trying to take his socks off.

“What? My parents always like socializing at the practices. I thought there was a good chance.” Bill said, pulling down his boxers and leaving them on the ground.

Pholus’s annoyed retort was paused by Bill’s naked form, outlined in light. He blinked, shook his head, and yanked his pants away, trying to get his spire to cooperate. It broke free, slapping against his belly, then stood proudly in front of him, dripping in its eagerness to get somewhere tight and warm.

Bill managed to keep up his graceful walk to the garden, where a pair of lawn chair sat in the sunlight, the heads barely shaded. Two water bottles stood nearby, along with a bag.

“You really went all out on this!” Pholus was stunned for a third time. “Where’s the awkward dork I fell in love with a few days ago?”

“Hey, you wouldn’t believe how long I’ve fantasized about this.” Bill said, sliding into the chair, and leaning back, enjoying Pholus in the sunlight, as he blushed from head to foot.

“Erm… yeah... actually. Me too…” Pholus mumbled. “But that was usually more hot springs… and bathhouses… I hoped that someone would… you know… be willing to touch me…” He said, then walked towards Bill, remembered embarrassment hitting hard. He settled into the other chair, and Bill reached over.

“I’m more than willing to touch you.” Bill said, gently stroking the eager monster. Pholus nodded, eyes wide, glutes tight, nearly lifting him off the bench. After a few moments, when Pholus had recovered a bit, the stroking became long, slow, and practiced, and Bill continued. “So… I know that… I can remember taking you, thanks to Persephone… but… you want to help stretch me out?”

Bill’s confident air broke, and he looked embarrassed and hopeful at Pholus. “Yes!” Pholus said eagerly, bucking into Bill’s hand. “I mean… if you want to.” He said, backing off.

“Absolutely.” Bill said, standing up, and straddling over Pholus’s chair, then giving him a kiss on the nose, bathing the two of them in pure unadulterated desire. He kicked his legs over, and knelt forward, seeing a purple lollipop just begging to be sucked as his cherry presented itself to Pholus. “There’s lube in the bag… I think I’ll need to take most of your fist if I’m going to fit this monster.”

Pholus nodded, eyes staring at the pucker in front of him, and reached into the bag, missing a glint from a nearby window that barely overlooked the backyard. It couldn’t have even been comfortable to get to, someone would have needed to crane to even get a vague idea of what the two college students were doing.

Well out of hearing range, a well used pen clicked with a practiced grace, as it started to glide across the paper. A moment later, a camera was adjusted.

Pholus lubed up his fingers, and slowly started to press in on Bill’s ass. “You’re clenching… you want me to give you a blowjob to loosen you up a bit?” Pholus asked, eyebrow quirked, still enjoying the literal meaning of blowjob. Bill rolled his shoulders and licked Pholus’s cock, ass tightening further as he was vividly reminded of how massive it was. He took a deep breath, and his head went blank with the salty scent, his hole slowly loosening.

His boyfriend slowly made small circles, pressing in as the muscle relaxed. One finger slipped in, then another. After a few minutes, he added a second hand, slowly puling apart, feeling the strong experienced muscle press back, a heartbeat pounding under his questing hands. As he kept pulling, he ran a finger along a particular spot in Bill’s rear, causing him to jump and groan, trying not to make too much noise.

Pholus laughed, and managed to fit eight fingers in, all crushed together by the trained muscle. He started spreading them, giving Bill enough time to recover, before going again. It didn’t take that long, Bill’s new body was somewhat used to doing this, even if it took time and effort to widen him enough. Pholus breathed in Bill’s recently cleaned ass, and gave it a lick. He mostly tasted lube, but the sudden blast of familiar-but-not pheromones sent a spurt right into Bill’s face.

“Think you’re ready.” Pholus said, and Bill eagerly hopped off the chair, face splattered with pre. Pholus took a large squirt of lube and slathered his dick, trying not to think of the sauna too much. Bill ran his hands down his chest, highlighting his muscles, and drawing Pholus’s eye, then knelt down, breathing out slowly. He took the slippery pole, and slowly sat back, letting it press in. He shifted forward and back, trying to catch the head on his hole and slowly pressed down once he had.

The head slipped in, and Bill froze, eyes wide as he was stretched even further. He paused, trying to adjust, as Pholus tried not to thrust. Pholus’s wrist was in his mouth, and he was biting down, years of need suddenly pushed to this moment. With another deep breath, Bill slowly continued, moaning loudly as the cock started to crush his prostate, the hard member leaking a bit more at the sudden pressure.

He made it down nearly two thirds of the way, about 8 inches, before he winced, and shifted. He tried to move around, trying to get the cock through the bend, but the wince was back.

“Fuck, this is amazing, don’t hurt yourself.” Pholus said, grabbing where his dick was still showing and slowly pumping it. Bill nodded, and adjusted so he was kneeling. He slowly started thrusting up and down, his cock bouncing and splattering Pholus as he slowly picked up speed, the cock thrusting about 6 inches, stopping whenever he hit Pholus’s hand. Pholus’s other hand was eagerly roaming Bill’s body, particularly enjoying the strength and endurance of Bill’s thighs being shown off right now.

After a few minutes, Bill was gasping, and he started rolling his hips, grinding a spot against the massive head spearing into his guts. A moment later he shuddered and squirmed, as he clenched down hard on Pholus’s dick, and he sprayed cloudy fluid against Pholus’s chest.

“Fuck… that was… intense.” Bill said, and he started to bounce again.

Pholus tightened his abs, trying to last, as Bill got more and more into their fuck session. He could feel the pleasure building already, the figure above him doing no favors to his endurance. His cock was enveloped by a tight ring. Beyond it was a comfortable warmth that added velvet to the sensation. He barely had anything to compare it to, and he felt his orgasm get closer and closer with each thrust. Bill started rubbing against a specific part again, trying to get off, and both of Pholus’s hands flew to his dick, stroking in time with the frantic bobs.

With another moan, Bill came, spurting more fluid onto Pholus. With a shout, Pholus came, thrusting into Bill through his hands, his large balls pulling up and unloading blast after blast. A few seconds later, Bill started thrusting again, chasing another peak, as cum gave him a bit of lubricant.

Pholus winced. “Fuck… sorry… sensitive…” He apologized between pants. Bill pulled off regretfully, his hard cock leaking. He laid next to Pholus, smearing the two of them with cum and pre. Pholus’s hands embraced Bill, then reached lower, encompassing his spire, and slowly stroking it. Then he slid a finger into Bill’s ass, feeling for his prostate. Retconned skill knew exactly how to play with Bill, leaving him squirming and moaning until he peaked, his prostate swelling against Pholus’s skillful fingers.

Bill groaned and he finally came from his cock, spraying Pholus’s front and side for a third time with copious blasts of white, leaving it sticky and glistening. He slumped, hugging his lover into the lawn chair, slowly recovering as the scent of sex slowly drifted.

“You… were fucking amazing.” Bill managed after a minute, kissing Pholus on the cheek.

Pholus laid back, looking at the sky. “Can’t believe I fit in someone…” He said, grinning like an idiot.

Bill was overwhelmed, and managed a shuddering laugh.

The two just lay there, enjoying the sun on their bodies, and each other.

***

Eventually, Pholus needed to use the bathroom, and he groaned.

“Ugh… I think we need a shower. And I need a bathroom.”

“Go here, then both needs are good.” Bill said, half asleep, then smiled. He groaned, then rolled over, falling harmlessly into the grass.

Pholus stood up, his satisfied python dangling between his thighs, and started walking into the house, picking up his clothes along the way. A soft something hit him from behind. He grabbed it. A towel. “Don’t drip into the carpet!” Bill warned.

Pholus held it up and nodded. “Will do.” He wiped himself down, and headed indoors. Bill followed shortly afterwards, bringing the sex survival kit he’d whipped up. Lube, towels, snacks, cock rings, toys, water bottles, ice, everything his over-imaginative mind could think up.

Once inside, Pholus headed over to the kitchen, grabbing a drink for himself, waiting for Bill. He grinned as his boyfriend walked in, towel in his own hands, mopping up sweat and cum. “You want something? Think we still have some lemonade...”

“Nah… water will be great.” They stood around the table, drinking, grinning like idiots, staring at each other, until the doorbell rang. It had been approximately the amount of time it took a middle aged person to pull up their pants, climb down from a nosy neighbor hide, take a deep breath, check their notes, fast forward through some footage, and walk briskly around the block, before knocking.

Bill and Pholus looked at each other. “We… expecting anyone? Your parents shouldn’t be back yet, right?”

Bill shook his head, and tied his towel around his waist, grabbing his phone in case someone wanted to talk to his parents or something.

The someone knocked again, louder, more insistently.

Bill and Pholus opened the door, revealing Mrs. Crouper, a middle aged terror of the local HOA. Well, until it had been dissolved due to excessive legal bills a few years back. Now she just prowled the streets, leaving helpful notes on people’s cars and front doors. She had a face like a dried prune, with thick frown lines and heavily plucked eyebrows. Her eyes were almost always narrowed in suspicion, and she was rather heavyset, with an upturned nose that couldn’t help but put someone in the mind of an offended pig.

“Hello Ms. Crouper-” Bill said blandly.

“Mrs.”

“-Mrs. Crouper. How can I help you?”

“Are you two aware that outdoors sex is illegal?”

Bill’s eye glanced towards his left, encompassing a decorative plant in a metal cage, the smart doorbell, and Pholus. “As far as I’m aware, the specific crime is more along the lines of public sex, not outdoors sex.” He said, keeping his voice level.

Mrs. Crouper looked between Pholus and Bill, her eyes narrowing slightly in glee. “Oh, the crime is quite malleable… as needed. And I so happened to spot the two of you committing such a crime on my bird cameras...”

“Over the 8 foot privacy fence?” Bill asked. “In my family’s back yard?”

“As it happens, yes. And I will of course delete the video… if you could talk to your parents about supporting a new HOA, flyers for which I’ve been distributing around the neighborhood for the past few weeks.”

“Ah, I think I’ve had a number stuffed into our mailbox.”

“Just the ones, yes.”

Pholus looked from Bill to Mrs. Crouper. “Wait, is she blackmailing you?!”

“Blackmail is such an ugly word.” Mrs. Crouper was living her dream, two 6-foot-plus gay men completely in her five-foot-nothing claws.

“But an accurate one.” Bill said mildly. Mrs. Crouper made an as-you-do hand gesture. He sighed theatrically, holding up his phone and scrolling through it. “My parents should be available. I assume you’d want something more solid than my word that I talked to them?” He peered at the screen, and slid his thumb across it, checking for something.

“You’re a clever one, aren’t you?” She gloated..

Bill pressed a number. “Hello, sorry to bother you, yes.” He waited for a couple seconds. “Oh, my neighbor recorded me and my boyfriend having sex in our private domicile, and is trying to blackmail us with the recording.”

“What?” Mrs. Crouper said, stunned.

“Yes, she is currently here. Yes, I’ll stay on the line. Oh, the entire conversation’s been recorded by our smart doorbell.”

“WHAT?! That’s illegal!”

Bill appeared to be listening to something. “Oh, the doorbell looks onto a public street, as I understand it, there’s no reasonable expectation of privacy.”

Mrs. Crouper’s gaze jumped between Bill and the smart doorbell. She darted over and tried punching the doorbell.

“Erm… she just punched the doorbell. Oh, looks like she hurt her wrist. Can you please send a patrol car? She appears to be getting violent.”

Mrs. Crouper took off her shoe and started slapping the smart doorbell. It held up remarkably well.

“Now she’s slapping the doorbell. I think you will probably be able to hear it.” Bill closed the door and locked it, watching her outside.

She was still slapping when the patrol car showed up a few minutes later. Bill opened the door again, looking at the cops. She triumphantly stared at Bill after inspecting the cracked lens. “Now it’s just your word against mine!” She grinned to Bill, as he reopened the door, keeping well away. He’d tried to clean up the worst of the mess, but was still wearing just his towel.

“Did you catch that? Yes, ‘It’s just your word against mine.’ I don’t think she realized that the footage is streamed and stored offsite.” Bill allowed himself a small smile, as two annoyed looking cops got out of their car and walked up to the house.

“Ma’am, we’re going to need to ask you to stop trespassing. If you could also answer some questions, we could get this entire situation resolved amicably.” One of the policemen said.

Pholus started, “But-~” Bill put a restraining hand on his shoulder.

“These two individuals have accused me of such horrible things!” Mrs. Crouper simpered to the authority figure.

“And we’ll take any statements down at the station.” The cop reassured her. “You can say exactly what happened.”

She grinned evilly at Bill and Pholus and hobbled off towards the cop car, playing up her age.

The other cop waited until she got inside, and his partner drove off. “Are you two willing to make a statement?”

“Not until I talk to my lawyer.” Bill said, with the same bland voice. “Though I will take a picture of the damaged doorbell in your presence.” He did so, and checked the feed. “Yep still working. Nice little gadget.”

“Alright, would you be willing to provide that recording as evidence?” The cop asked.

“My lawyer will get back to you on that.”

“Is that going to be your answer to everything?”

“No, officer.” Bill said.

The officer looked at him blandly, then talked into his mic. “Alright, looks like this is clear. We should be getting a followup from the owners’ lawyer soon. Mind routing 3-1 over to my location for a pickup?”

He wandered towards the road, and started playing on his phone.

Bill closed the door, locked it, played with his phone a bit more, then put it down. He slumped against the wall with a sigh of relief. “Fuck… that went better than I expected.”

Pholus was confused and worried. “That went well!? Now she’ll tell her story!”

“Not a problem.” Bill said, then opened his phone again. “Hey dad. Mind sending me your lawyer’s number? Oh, Mrs. Crouper’s a peeping tom and blackmailer. Oh and she tried to destroy the doorbell that recorded her admitting to it. Yep, saved the recording. Alright, I’ll send it over. Took a picture of the damage too.”

A few minutes later, Bill’s phone buzzed and he fiddled with it again. It didn’t take long to forward the relevant files. “Alright… let’s go wash off. We should be good now.”

“So, can you please explain what happened?” Pholus begged, as he followed Bill upstairs to the showers.

“Ok, so, that nutter recorded us in the backyard. That’s illegal, because gross. Then she came over and threatened us with it. Which is also illegal. She said it in front of a camera, which is legal because it points out into a public space. She then started trying to destroy it, which is also illegal. Now she’s going down to a police station where she needs to try to say what happened in a way that doesn’t contract the video and explains why she was destroying someone else’s property. While we’re going to pay someone who does that for a living to do the same. Which means we’re pretty much in the clear.”

Persephone laughed, appearing back on her cloud. “You two keep handling people differently than I expect. I was assuming overpowering pheramonial influence, instead you let her dig her own grave. Not quite as… traditional as I prefer, but I can’t argue with results, and comeuppance is always a delight.”

Pholus groaned and dropped his towel.

“Why did you do that?” Bill asked.

“Last time something happened, I got the mother of all rug burns from the stretching fabric. Keeping clothing on around her is dangerous. I can learn after the fourth time in one day.” Pholus said, wearily.

Persephone pursed her lips. “I can’t decide if I should be annoyed by you trying to predict what I will do in my infinite wisdom, or entertained because you accept this so thoroughly” After a few seconds she laughed. “Who am I kidding, I haven’t had fun like this in centuries. You two just keep running into the perfect analogues. Congrats on defeating the Erymanthian Boar. Or pig in this case.”

Bill and Pholus looked at each other, frowning as they tried to guess what would happen next.

She paused. “Speaking of which, did you know that boars have foot long penises? I feel like you're worth twice that.” With a flash, she disappeared and Pholus and Bill looked at each other again.

“Pholus, good call.” Bill managed, before the two felt a strange sensation in their dicks. Pholus felt a rush of blood, a burning arousal that made him reach for his member with both hands. It hardened forcing his hands apart, as it pulled his hands inch by inch forward. After a few moments, it had reached its new ruler equaling length, veins standing out in start contrast to the smooth shaft, then it erupted, spraying Bill with pearls of cum.

Pholus stood there panting, cock softening, but not shrinking, leaving him holding his dick as if it was a firehose. It’d subtly shifted, the veins were more pronounced, and the base had thickened, the root extending deeper into his groin, and wider, maybe a pinkie’s width from either thigh. He stood there, legs apart, a bit confused. He let it down, and it fell to nearly mid thigh, slapping against one leg. Pholus gasped at the contact, and he felt another rush of blood. “Oh fuck...” He groaned, hands being forced further apart.

Bill felt itchy, and he ripped his towel off to get at his groin. He started scratching, and felt softer hair starting to grow in among the thick pubes. After a few moments, the ground started becoming covered in curly black hair, as his old hair started falling out, replaced by a thin layer of fuzz… no that was definitely fur. He looked down as his balls were left hairless, but the fur started to cover his shaft, thicker hair starting to grow through the undercoat to give him a soft hide. After a few seconds, his entire groin was covered in a layer of brown fur, and he felt his cock start to swell, becoming as hard as he could remember, but when he reached down to grab it, he didn’t feel much through the fur on the underside of his dick. He pumped it twice, then winced as a spike of pain shot through his shaft, and he let go. The pain swelled as more blood flowed to his cock, making it point nearly vertically, pressing against his belly.

The pain faded, and he felt that same annoying itching, this time with a surge of arousal, pulling his hands involuntarily to touch his new parts. He tried stroking, and it felt… fine. Like getting his scalp rubbed by Pholus, but not anything like the radiating blooms of pleasure that waking did. His fur covered flesh felt leathery, sensitive through the fur, but it did nothing for his arousal. It looked like his circumcised dick was actually shrinking, as the head was covered by hair.

Bill and Pholus looked at each other, one holding a firehose, the other feeling a new fuzzy pouch, in open mouthed confusion. “What the fuck…?” Bill trailed off.

“I… I think you have a sheath.” Pholus said.

“And that thing is soft?” Bill asked.

Pholus shook his head.. It wasn’t going to be for long. His cock surged, hardening, forcing Pholus to tense his abs and lean back as the spire of blood thickened and lengthened. It had gained another half a foot, sticking out of the stud like an iron bar, straining his tendons with it’s sheer weight, as gravity pulled it from sticking straight out to almost drooping. Pholus grabbed it and pulled it to his chest, groaning in relief as it stopped stretching everything far beyond what was intended, the head reaching just underneath his rib cage. It was heavy, spongy, still eager to grow. The touch gave it just enough stimulation to for more blood to rush in, leaving Pholus feeling light headed and dizzy. He slowly lowered himself to the floor, his cock draped across his stomach, his balls practically pumping in their sac, as his muscles started contracting. A weak dribble of cum made it out, as Pholus groaned through an orgasm, his entire reproductive system on fire as it was strained every way imaginable. The heat grew and shifted, from pain to a pleasant soreness, as he physically felt everything start to shift to deal with his new size.

He felt the base of his cock starting to expand, pressing into his thighs, until it was nearly a whole hand’s length across. His taint swelled, pushing on his balls, as the root of his cock went deeper, hooking further into his pelvis. He could feel the pressure against his prostate, until the burning shifted there too, and then it got much stronger, as it started swelling, going into overdrive as Pholus’s dick started leaking, nearly as much as when he came. It kept swelling, until Pholus thought that if he ran his hand down his stomach… a blast of pleasure so acute that it was nearly pain left him gasping on the floor, and his instinctive tensing of his pelvic floor muscles just made it worse, leaving his chest splattered with cloudy pre. His muscles kept spasming, growing bigger and stronger, until they were alternatively crushing his prostate and sending the resulting pre all over his face and the tiled floor.

He lay there gasping and moaning, giving himself an anal orgasm just because of how packed his hips and groin were now, when he felt the heat push into his balls. He could feel them start to twitch, as another orgasm approached. He clenched, and sparks shot across his eyes, as another cloudy burst of cum sprayed against the tub, over two feet away. He reached down, and pressed a finger into his ass, feeling it reflexively tighten like a vice, as his new muscles started to lift the huge spire close to vertical, easily dealing with the 50 pounds of blood filled womb annihilating meat.

His thighs were splayed by his cock root already, so it took a moment for him to notice the effects of his balls swelling, but once he felt them brushing against each other and his thighs, it was impossible to ignore. He could feel the glands swelling, lengthening and burrowing past each other, as the packed on more and more mass, and his production went into overdrive. His eyes went dim as a blast of testosterone rammed into his brain and their combined need shoved him over the edge.

He came. Like a fucking fire hydrant, coating his face, the floor, the tub, and the ceiling. Blast after blast pumping through his hypersexed body.

Then it slowly started to soften, losing its fight against gravity, his legs spread as his two medicine ball sized testes ached from their sudden overproduction, resting heavily against the warm and wet tile. Eventually his cock rested heavily across his chest, reaching nearly to his rib cage. He looked down, and groaned.

“Fuck… I think I’m growing again.” Pholus said, feeling arousal starting to spark, and blood starting to flow.

Bill’s new sheath hadn’t been any less energetic. It was already as big as he was hard, and the flesh inside was… probably soft. He was pretty sure, the protective hide was very new. He kept fondling himself, as he marveled over his new fur, eyes glancing between himself and Pholus. His pink head slowly emerged as Pholus’s dick hardened and slid across his chest, slowly pushing out completely. It… looked small, compared to his sheath, aching and leaking. It was… a bit different. The head was maybe a bit flatter, the shaft thicker… then Bill’s eyes rolled back as a very sensitive ring slid out of his sheath, and a thicker mass of cock slid into view. Bill blinked in shock, as his dick kept pushing out, inch after inch, rapidly approaching Pholus’s old size.

He grabbed his cock, and started thrusting, feeling his balls swing, as the pumped in his sac. They slid between his legs, sending sparks flying up his back, as he marveled at the slick fuck rod between his hands. Each time he thrust forward, he swore he could feel it changing, thickening, the ring in the middle becoming larger, veins sticking out further. He bent over, pressing his balls together, opening his mouth to catch his cock, as his pelvic floor tensed, squeezing his prostate.

His tongue was absolutely doused with pre, and he could feel the head starting to swell and change with his tongue, becoming flatter, as a hard ridge formed and thickened, getting caught in his mouth. His tongue kept licking, feeling his piss slit open wide, forming a O that poured pre into his mouth nearly as fast as he could gulp it down.

He kept thrusting and rubbing, feeling the weight between his legs become heavier, his balls pressing back, and his prostate become more sensitive, his hands being forced apart, no longer able to wrap around his inhuman tool.

With a white hot surge, he felt his orgasm approach, hit, and overwhelm him, pouring what felt like a month’s worth of cum down his throat at once, blasting up his nose moments later, burning as it came up and leaving his head entirely overwhelmed by the funk, the smell, the taste, of cum.

A moment later, he managed to get his head off his cock, and he slumped to the floor, sliding a bit on Phlous’s baby batter, as his own load added its contribution to the mess.

He lay back, feeling his cock drool onto his stomach, slowly shrinking back into his sheath, his prostate and bladder being crowded by the thick swell of horsemeat.

“Fuck… I guess I’m going to get shamed.” Bill said happily, giggling in the afterglow, when Pholus’s words cut through. “We’re growing again?!”