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The sun shone down across Olympic Park, baking the already weather worn parking lot until it was reddish gray and crossed by a spider-web of cracks and microfractures. There were no vehicles and cement barricades had been aligned along the entrance at the far end. At the edge of the cement, the grass had grown long and had been sun bleached until it rustled like fallow grain in what little breeze circulated through the area. The trails leading into the foothills had all but disappeared, only visible where former foot falls had worn grooves… But of all the tributes to the forgotten monument that Olympic Park was, it was the security fence around the entrance to the Zoo that truly showed the area had fallen from grace.

The exterior walls around the defunct zoo had been built with the intention of disappearing into the natural scenery. It was made of earthy browns and peaty greens, utilizing no significant sharp angles or recognizable curves. It ebbed and flowed behind rows of trees and shrubs. It was only at the former entrance itself that anything started to resemble marketing. A huge green sign had originally been covered with white lettering to convey operational hours, pricing and discounts. 'Closed' signs had been hastily screwed into the sign to cover up portions and splashes of graffiti had defaced the rest. Even the elegant wrought iron gates at the front of the zoo had been barricaded and covered over with more sophisticated chain-link to keep out criminals, though anything that hadn't been bolted down had already been stolen years ago.

Somewhere in the distance there was the chirp of crickets enjoying the summer heat. They were not disturbed when there was the crack or snap of branches, nor the wheeze of bicycle chains shifting gears. The puffy tires gripped the uneven terrain well, the deep tread grabbing on where other tires would have slipped. As the last brambles gave way, two figures emerged from the foothills into the parking lot, their mountain bikes gaining speed when they reached the even terrain. The young man in the lead grinned from pierced ear to pierced ear, a sandy brown mullet hanging down to the nape of his neck from beneath a reversed baseball cap. He was lean and trim, though his legs had a fair amount of muscle from the bike riding. While Dominik usually liked baggy pants, he'd gone with slimmer jeans given his particular inclination for mischief.

Huffing and wheezing a little behind him, Xavier followed his friend obediently. Sweat kissed the collar of his baggy blue t-shirt, the humidity making it hug his husky body and betray his plump pectorals and rounded stomach. Despite his size, however, he'd kept up with Dominik all the way here. Xavier sighed with relief when he realized his friend had just come to a stop in the parking lot. He slowed to join him, propping himself on one foot, grabbing the water bottle from its holster in the frame of the bike. Tipping his head back, he squirted it into his mouth and gulped it down. Dominik didn't seem to notice, staring at the zoo, shaking his head.

“I told you… Still here… Trapped in time like a mosquito in amber." Dominik said. Xavier licked his lips, reaching up to run a hand over his sweat soaked, short cropped black hair.

“Probably because they demolished the bridge across the canyon to get here… Most people aren't gonna take the scenic route." Xavier said. Dominik grinned more.

“All the better for us. They don't even hire security guards to come out here anymore." Domini explained. He pushed off and rolled across the parking lot, heading for the gate. Xavier sighed a little and returned his water bottle to its holster and peddled after his friend.

The two had fallen in together during detention in high school. Even after graduation, they always seemed to be in one another's company. It wasn't clear if either of them was the bad influence on the other, they just seemed to fall into familiar patterns. Dominik had never met an idea he didn't like and Xavier had always liked making ideas come true. Still, he'd felt a bit more doubt than usual when Dominik had shambled up the security fence and swung over the wrought iron behind it before dropping to the ground below.

“I'm not much of a climber…" Xavier protested.

“We didn't come all this way just to peek through the entrance. You can do it, big guy, come on!" Dominik said. Xavier braced himself, grabbing a hold of the chain-link with cloth wrapped around his fingers. He put the tip of his toes through the ring and climbed upward. The fence wobbled a little, making faint sounds, but at last Xavier was over the top. He wasn't as spry as Dominik but he was taller and stronger and so stretching from the first fence to the second hadn't been as challenging. To his relief, it was a lot easier to climb down the stylized iron gate, using the outline of the elephant's ears and trunk as steps until he'd reached the ground. As he turned around, Xavier's brown eyes widened and his jaw dropped a little, looking at everything before them.

Olympic Park Zoo had been left in nearly pristine glory. There was an archway with entry gates just before them, but to their right was a small strip of boarded up vendor shops. To their left was one of the many serpentine paths that snaked its way through the heavily landscaped square footage of the zoo. Several intricately carved stone statues of animals still stood, although there were a few holes in the ground where metal ones had been ripped out. Dominik started walking down the path, leading the way. Xavier followed after, glad he'd brought comfortable shoes.

“You know, when I was a kid, I always wondered why it took so long to see any animals when you came into the zoo." Xavier said after they had walked a ways. Dominik considered for a moment, reaching up to rub his chin.

“I guess the zoo is laid out like a big octopus and this is the head. Gotta have a hub before everyone spirals out everywhere." he said before he looked up, seeing a raised wooden walkway that was just short enough not to be seen from behind the wall outside. While math had never been his strong suit, he started trying to add up how many years it had been since the zoo had closed and just how likely the chance of rot was.

“I could really go for some elephant ears…" Xavier murmured, reaching to rub at his belly absently.

“We're not gonna get any elephant ears, or elephants…" Dominik said.

“Yeah, I guess most of the animals were always sleeping when I came anyway." Xavier said. Even though there wasn't anything to eat and nothing specific to see, there was still a mild thrill at being there. They were like modern archaeologists studying a piece of society that had been lost. They each had various memories from childhood of the zoo that walked before their eyes like phantasms, although both young men jumped when several birds suddenly took flight from a planter. Dominik chuckled a little.

“I guess that makes sense. Even if they carted out all the exhibits, all these ecosystems would have been perfect for native animals to move into." he said.

“Native animals?" Xavier asked, “Like bobcats and mountain lions and stuff?" he asked. Dominik frowned a little. There had been plenty of both in the foothills over the years.

“Well, I meant birds and stuff cause they can fly in from the top… And like rats and stuff, cause they get everywhere and they're small." Dominik said. The two continued walking, though before long they were walking a little closer.

“On the way out we should see if there's anything they were too lazy to take out of the gift shop. You know when they shut places like this down they get kinda lazy at the end." Xavier said.

“Maybe a map or a bumper sticker." Dominik smirked.

“Yeah, we can wrap it around your bike frame… Proud parent of a Zoo volunteer." Xavier smirked. Dominik shook his head as they came up to a fork in the path. Thankfully the signs were still intact.

“What do you think… Bird sanctuary, Rhino exhibit or Polar Bear caves?" Dominik asked. Xavier considered.

“The bird exhibit is pretty deep and cool, probably best for the hottest part of the day." he considered. Dominik was about to agree before a slow, sly grin crossed his lips.

“Yeah, but what about the Polar Bear caves? If they were cool enough for the bears, they'd be cool enough for us." Dominik grinned.

“Yeah, but like, wouldn't they have drained the water and stuff?" he asked.

“Only one way to find out." Dominik grinned, clapping Xavier on his rather sizable shoulder before darting off. Xavier sighed a little before he took after his more energetic compatriot.

****

As expected, the pools that had made up the Polar Bear exhibit had been drained, leaving a starchy barrier between the subterranean viewing areas that meandered through cement and plaster made to look like a lava tube and the rather large habitat for the polar bears. A crescent shape had been cut out even deeper along the windows, creating an underwater arena for the bears to swim in. Two large orange buoys sat on the shore and the rusted drains in a few spots of the pool offset the dark stone. Aside from that, the entire area was rather featureless.

A soft click came from one of the locks, then a scratching sound and ultimately a pop. The old door groaned as it opened after so long. Xavier gave a smug grin to Dominik, the shadow of the rocky overhang making the peach fuzz on his upper lip seem darker. Dominik reached up to pat his friend on the back before he strode triumphantly into the habitat, looking around from the inside. He'd never been able to see it all as a guest, but now? There were sleeping areas, another small hatch that led to where they no doubt got their veterinary treats. There were groves and shallows, and…. Where was it? Dominik's smile shrank with each passing second.

“What is it?" Xavier asked, noticing his friend's distress.

“They had to fill the pool somehow. A spigot, a valve, a fire hydrant, something." Dominik said. Xavier looked around a little too, though he didn't move.

“Even if they did, wouldn't the city turn the water off to this place? What if there were leaks or something?" He asked. Dominik shook his head.

“Probably, but we have to try, right? Besides, maybe they just turned off the water for the human side of things. Maybe the animal features were on a separate system." Dominik said hopefully. The logic behind that seemed sound enough that Xavier started moving around the habitat. While most of it was visible from the windows in the viewing area, one rocky spire jutted up from the center, creating a bit of a blind spot. That blind spot masked the veterinarian door from view, and Dominik assumed that it might have blocked anything else that they didn't want the public to see. He focused his attention there, checking out the outline of the rocks for anything that seemed out of place.

Coming along the front edge of the pool, Xavier couldn't help but notice one of the big floating buoys. The orange material hadn't faded in the sun, nor had it rusted. It was almost antiseptic in its perfection aside from what appeared to be a moist, clear goo leaking out of the seam along the center. Tilting his head, Xavier reached out to touch it. The slime was indeed viscous, somewhere between the texture of a jellyfish and shampoo. As he pulled his finger away, the goo stretched out in a tendril. He tried to shake it off, but instead it splattered across his leg. Xavier frowned at the unintended consequences of his actions.

“There it fucking is!" Dominik exclaimed, pulling a rock panel off the wall to reveal two large wheels. One was painted red, the other had once been painted blue but most of the paint had been worn off from use. Xavier came up, his dark eyebrows arching.

“Wow, do you realize what this means if they still work?" Xavier whispered.

“We've got ourselves our own private pool?" Dominik grinned. He reached out, wrapping his fingers around the wheel before he turned. The valve resisted at first, though having been covered and protected from the elements it didn't resist much. It turned, then turned again, then again. Xavier's doubt was potent, but Dominik invested his hope in the valve. For a moment there was nothing, but then both felt a faint vibration. At the far end of the habitat, in the point of the crescent, there was a rumble and then a hiss as high pressurized water came erupting out from a hidden jet. It sprayed out, washing the grime off part of the window and swirled dust and leaves towards the drain - a drain that was promptly taking the water right back out again.

“A second problem?" Xavier asked.

“Not a problem, I think that's what this one's for." Dominik said, “Tell me when most of the grime is clear." he said.

“Does that count the floaties?" Xavier asked.

“What? They're not even in the pool." Dominik said. Xavier made a soft noise and went out to the edge of the pool, watching the high pressure water scour most of the pool and the observation window clean. After it seemed it couldn't reach anymore, he turned back.

“Alright, close the drain!" Xavier said. Dominik did just that, turning the red valve until it shut. The water that had been spiraling down the drain began to back up, spreading out across the bottom of the pool. Even with as many gallons as were pouring out, it was going to take some time to fill. Xavier couldn't help but look back at the orange buoy, wondering just what it was made of to resist weathering so completely but still leak slime from inside. Looking down at his leg, he could still see the sheen of where the slime had stuck, almost making the invisible hairs on his thick leg look white instead of clear.

****

Sunlight glinted off of Dominik's alabaster skin as he arched through the air, tucking his knees to his chest and wrapping his arms around them before he cannonballed directly into the pool. The water sprayed upward in a fine mist that further wet the stone leading to the edge of the water. Bubbles rushed up around the intruder before he surfaced, his dark brown mullet now slicked down the back of his sunburned neck. He paddled his feet and turned around, eyes trying to adjust to the sharp contrast of light and darkness.

“Come on Xavier, you don't have to be shy. No one else is here! It's just you and me and a relaxing pool to cool off!" He called out. Xavier hesitated, still lingering in the corner that had unceremoniously been dubbed the changing area. He reluctantly emerged, wearing just his boxer shorts. Neither young man had imagined the chance to go swimming would present itself and, as such, he hadn't brought swim trunks or the swim shirt he normally wore to hide his belly.

“Isn't it freezing? There wasn't any hot water…" Xavier asked. Dominik swam up to the side of the pool and crossed his arms on the sun warmed rock.

“Yes, when you first get in, it is cold… But you adjust quickly, and it's a lot better than being out there in the heat. Come on big guy!" Dominik encouraged. Xavier still resisted for a moment, but the peer pressure was too strong and he started walking over. As he walked, he picked up speed. Seeing the juggernaut gaining momentum, Dominik tried to swim away but Xavier jumped over his shoulders and came crashing down behind him, sending water sloshing outward in every direction. Dom laughed and chuckled at that before kick flipping off the pool wall and sailing outward in a random direction.

Xavier broke through the surface, water glistening from his black hair, clinging to the fine fuzz that covered his cull cheeks, chin and upper lip. Yes, it was cold - cold enough to make him shiver a little, but it was refreshing like Dom had said. More than that, it felt good and natural. He wasn't having to support his full weight, he could float, swim and drift. The only thing missing was a good snack… but they could grab something on their way back to town later. Xavier grabbed onto the edge of the pool and pushed off with all his might, sending shockwaves of water outward.

The water splashed and surged over the edges of the pool, rushing across the stone surface and surrounding the orange buoy. It pushed against the small ring of clear gelatinous goo that had gathered at the base of the object and, as the water retreated back toward the pool, tugged at it. The slime slipped free of the metal and rock, swirling and mixing into the water before it dribbled back into the pool. Before it had any chance to settle, it was agitated by Dominik and Xavier swimming through it over and over again.

****

Some said that adventures were lost on the young, both because they had no idea how good they had it and because adventures became harder as one entered adulthood. Dominik and Xavier had found a sort of loophole by shirking all adult responsibilities and living as if they were still in high school. Their day had been full - mostly of swimming, at least until the cold finally exceeded what their young circulation could keep up with. They had also hiked the meandering paths, finding exhibits that local animals had taken residence in when the zoo animals had been shipped out. They had explored a good portion of the abandoned zoo before attempting to ride back to town, discovering when they returned to their bikes that the tires had gone flat while they had been exploring.

With the sun set, it was up to the rows of street lights to illuminate the way home. Dom and Xavier walked their bikes rather than riding them. The warm evening air dried the last of the moisture from their hair and skin. Dom smiled as they walked, seeming rather content with everything they had accomplished. For once, Xavier was walking with just as much confidence. His stride was still strong and steady after such a full day. Normally Dom wore him out, but it had felt like their cold swim had invigorated him. His large chest rose full with breath, his arms and legs felt strong. The only downside was how little they'd had to eat during their outing.

Many of the shops and cafes had closed for the night, though a warm creamy glow spilled out of old incandescent light bulbs strung out like fairy lights across a patio outside one of the town's bars. It seemed that the bar itself had filled to capacity, causing patrons, music and the smell of food and drink to spill out into the outside space. Dominik's eyes lit up at the ample amount of beer that the various individuals were carrying around. Xavier, however, noticed that the clientele seemed to be exclusively large, burly, manly men. A glance ahead revealed a number of motorcycles parked in front of the bar, explaining the particular appeal.

Some of the patrons sat at picnic tables, others stood around talking. One particularly large man turned his head toward the street as he ran his hand down along his long, thick black beard, his deep brown eyes spotting Xavier and Dominik. He took in Xavier, from his height to his broad shoulders to the way he filled out his shirt.

“¡Oye wey, muy chida!" He called out. Dominik's brow furrowed a little as he looked at Xavier for translation. Xavier looked a little surprised.

“What's that mean?" Dominik asked. Xavier glanced over at his friend.

“I mean he sort of called me attractive?" Xavier murmured.

“You and your friend want to join us for a drink?" The bearded man asked. Before Xavier could say anything, Dominik had stepped forward.

“We'd love to!" He said. Xavier's eyes nearly bugged out of his head but the relative darkness hid his expression enough. Dominik practically jettisoned his bicycle along the curb to get it out of sight and hopped over the small fence that cordoned off the bar's patio. Xavier let out a long exhaling sigh before he set his bike down and used his long legs to awkwardly step over the barrier. He'd barely got his other foot back on the ground before a cold bottle of beer was being pressed into his hand by the bearded man who looked right into his eyes and was smiling very warmly. Dominik smiled hopefully, looking around and soon a thinner man with a horseshoe shaped mustache gave him a drink that he eagerly tipped back and savored.

“You sure we're not out of place? Isn't this a biker bar?" Xavier asked. The man chuckled, shrugging.

“You two got bikes." he said good naturedly.

“Not the same kind of bikes, though." Xavier replied. The man shrugged.

“Well, its not exactly a biker bar. More… a place where manly men can gather, celebrate what life has to offer, appreciate each other." He said, still smiling warmly.

“So it's a-" Xavier was cut off as Dominik moved over.

“A pleasure to be here! Thank you so much for inviting us over. I'm Dom." Dom said, not wanting Xavier to get them kicked out.

“I bet you are…" The bearded man said with a lewd grin at the double meaning, “Manuel." he supplied, looking back at the man that had caught his attention.

“Xavier." he supplied. Manuel grinned wider.

“And are you two a couple?" he asked. Xavier's eyes nearly bugged out again.

“No!" he said in surprise. Dom frowned.

“You don't have to sound like that about it… I'd be very good to you." Dominik said. Xavier shot him a look before looking back at Manuel, though as he met eyes with the older man to explain everything, something started to feel like it was… swimming around inside of him. He couldn't move, exactly. He stood there, staring into his eyes, seeing how warm and welcoming they were. He could practically feel the heat radiating off of his strong, muscled, tattooed body… and he could smell him. He could smell a spice, a musk, a need and a lust. He could smell the attraction pouring off Manuel. It was only then that he realized how much he smelled himself. The aroma wasn't just sweat from being out in the heat all day. Sure, that was a large part of it, but he had an earthy, peaty base to it. He smelled like a man. As the warm breeze blew against the back of his neck, he realized that he and Dom had been upwind on their way back.

“We're not twenty one yet." Xavier said. Manuel looked a little surprised, then a bit apprehensive. Dominik, however, had blanched as white as a sheet.

“Are you eighteen?" he asked hesitantly.

“Yeah, we graduated last summer." Xavier said. Manuel's concern melted away again.

“Good, good!" he said with relief, “You're quite manly for your age, and that beard is coming in very nicely." Manuel said.

“Beard?" Xavier asked. Manuel reached up and ran his calloused fingers along the remarkably thick fuzz on Xavier's cheeks, then held the chubby point of his chin. Dom looked a little surprised, only realizing now that the darkness on his friend's face hadn't been shadow. In the course of a few hours he'd grown a stubble beard that was almost too long to be considered stubble.

“I can only imagine how many hearts you'd steal if you grew it out longer." Manuel whispered, not letting go of Xavier's chin. Normally he wasn't very comfortable with the topic of sexuality and had very little game, but once again that movement in his chest seemed to stir and shift.

“I don't know if I'd be able to get it as long and full as yours, but I bet they'd feel great rubbing against one another…" Xavier said. Dom nearly dropped his beer in shock at the comment, then nearly dropped it again as Manuel leaned forward and kissed Xavier. Their lips began to work against one another, parting to let their tongues tangle and wrestle. Xavier stepped forward, bringing himself belly to belly with the biker. Manuel slid his hand up under Xavier's shirt, following the curve and contour of his belly. He squeezed and fondled it, marveling at how malleable and hairy the flesh was beneath his hand.

Xavier's heart was racing, pushing blood out to every capillary in his body. It felt as if his belly and his man boobs were swelling large beneath the biker's hand. He was surprised even more as the bearded man broke the kiss just long enough to move his mouth down, kissing on Xavier's neck before nipping him playfully. Xavier groaned, tipping his head back, feeling Manuel bite and suck on his neck. He reached up, grabbing the back of the biker's bald head, holding him there. It was a potent mix of pain and pleasure as the blood welted to the surface. It felt even better as he felt a distinct erection start pushing against his own, separated by two layers of denim. Manuel ground against him for a long moment before he came up for air.

“I hope you're hungry…" Manuel growled. As if taking the choice away, Xavier's stomach gurgled in response.

“Starving." Xavier replied. Manuel grinned deeply at that.

****

What had started as an earnest attempt to get free beer had turned into so much more. Manuel had treated his guests to steak, baked potatoes, blooming onions and pitcher after pitcher of beer. Dominik couldn't remember the last time he'd met so many nice people. He'd gorged himself until he couldn't eat another bite, sinking down in his booth seat to try and digest the veritable feast. His eyes had gone wide when he'd felt his pants being tugged down under the table and a warm mouth tried to satiate its hunger in other ways by slipping down over his manhood. Dom's eyes rolled into the back of his head as wet, lewd squelching came from beneath the table.

Across the room, Manuel had tried to be more patient but no less determined. He'd taken turns feeding Xavier and himself, interspersing their meal with more sensual kissing. It had been somewhere between the fourth and fifth course that he'd encouraged Xavier to unbutton his pants to make more room and then proceeded to fish out his rather broad, fat cock and started to jerk it off under the table. Xavier was feeling too full and too good to question how unusual their treatment was, how the bar hadn't seemed to mind their ages and certainly didn't mind their public displays of affection. It didn't even question just how much he was changing…

The shirt that had started out by barely covering Xavier's belly and man boobs was now little more than a crop top, sitting up above his fully distended belly. His short buzzed hair had grown shaggy and the short beard that Manuel had complimented was growing less short by the moment. Xavier's arms were growing soft as a thick coating of hair spiraled out of his cinnamon colored skin and his balls seemed to be swelling and stretching beneath the onslaught of Manuel's knuckle as he jerked him off.

When Xavier opened his mouth to ask something, he merely got another bite full of potatoes that he obediently chewed, salivating openly, swallowing eagerly before someone brought the pitcher of beer up to his lips and tipped it back. Xavier gulped and gulped it down, feeling so very, very good… His pits tingled as the hair there got thicker and longer, soaked in his unique aroma. They kept him so full that he barely was able to moan. If he had, it was likely that Dominik would have heard him as his ears were quickly stretching into points and growing white fuzz down the back of them.

Little by little, the bar filled up with the sound of lewd appreciations and mutual gratification. There was kissing, grinding, humping and rubbing in all shapes and forms. The sharp lines that distinguished just what humanity was began to soften as the patrons grew fuzzier and larger in general. Before things got too far, however, Manuel forced himself to pull back. He licked his lips as he set the fork down on the stack of plates before him. He leaned in close to Xavier.

“I want to give you one more thing, mi oso varonil…" Manuel whispered.

“I'll eat anything you want…" Xavier said, his voice a little deeper and rougher. Manuel grinned, reaching to run his fingers through the rapidly thickening beard on the young man's face. He caressed and stroked it, coaxing it to continue growing outward.

“I'm going to fill you, but it isn't going to be food. I want to fuck you." Manuel said. Xavier opened his eyes and licked his lips, looking up at Manuel before he nodded.

“Anything." He whispered, feeling more satisfied and content than he ever had before.

****

The door to the bar bathroom rumbled as it swung open and hit the wall, nearly ricocheting back before Manuel and Xavier could get inside. Manuel tugged the pitiful shirt up and around from Xavier's head before he tugged his pants down, letting them sink to the floor. Xavier's boxers were rumpled and angled since he'd already had his dick out, but they had sunk half way down to show the crevice that ran between those two large hairy butt cheeks. Manuel ran his hands up and down along their curve before he pushed Xavier up against the stall of the bathroom.

Xavier grunted in surprise, seeing his belly wobble and his man boobs bounce. Some tiny part of him was screaming that this wasn't right, that no one changed that fast… but looking at his thick, fat, huge dick and his grapefruit sized balls jutting out just below that immense belly, the louder voice said this was what he was meant for. He leaned back as Manuel came up, kissing the back of his neck and his shoulders. Before long he felt a hot, thick rod brushing up and down between his butt cheeks.

“I knew you were special from the moment I smelled you, Xavier." Manuel whispered.

“You smelled me?" Xavier repeated back.

“Oh yes…" Manuel said, taking a big sniff for emphasis, “You smell like me, like us… You're a wild one on the verge of waking up. I just need to give you a little more to start your new life." he purred.

“My new life?" Xavier murmured. Manuel angled his cock carefully and began to push forward, stretching Xavier's ring around him as he began pushing inside. Xavier reached up, raking his fingernails down the side of the stall.

“Your hibernation is over… It's time for the bear to wake up." Manuel said before he thrust in suddenly. Xavier gasped but then moaned deeply. One hand remained on the stall barrier to steady himself, the other reaching down to wrap around his own cock. He began to jerk off furiously even as Manuel began to thrust in and out, back and forth inside of him.

For the second time that day, Xavier felt his circulation picking up. It pushed his blood out to every cell, nourishing them and keeping them warm. His heart raced and his muscles throbbed. It wasn't quite the same as being in the cold pool, but it felt… it felt like it had that same invigoration as when he'd gone swimming in the pool. In fact, he could practically feel the icy water lapping against his skin and smell that unique tang in the air, that oddly surreal aroma from the buoy.

“Fuck!" Xavier called out, gasping for breath as Manuel slid suddenly deeper. Manuel lowered his hands to hold onto Xavier's fully figured hips, but his eyes drank in the rest of him. With every thrust, every gyration, every bit of friction, he watched Xavier change. He'd already ensured he'd had enough raw material, but now it was time to put it all to work. The hair that covered Xavier's arms had grown in clear, then darkened to black to match his hair. Now it seemed to be lightening again, turning gray and then white. It was a sharp contrast to his mocha colored skin, although that was less and less of a problem as the thick coating of white hair began to obscure the flesh beneath.

Xavier continued to moan and groan, his mouth forming into every circle and ellipse his lips could form. The soft, downy black beard surrounding them began to bleach out from root to tip, the black disappearing as a white mane framed his face. Streaks of white appeared in his shaggy hair before stretching out to the tips. It was a sharp contrast of his youthful face, large frame and snow white hair. Still, it wasn't enough for Manuel. The bearded biker continued to pound into Xavier, watching the young man's arms disappear beneath the fur, then felt it brushing against his balls as the ass grew so soft.

An ache radiated up Xavier's spine and then back down, settling in his tailbone. The coccyx that had been so distracting as a human began to shift and change, tilting outward from the pelvis. As it did, it stretched fur covered skin into a small nub that flagged and twitched above the cock eagerly entering that ass over and over again. Once again, Xavier tried to drag his hand down along the bathroom stall, but this time the green paint collected beneath sharp points of his fingernails.

Xavier's fingertips and palms ached and throbbed, the flesh swelling and tightening like some kind of allergic reaction until they toughened and formed into paw pads. White fur erupted from his knuckles and the back of his hands, growing into his arm fur. Xavier moaned and groaned, drool leaking from his lips into his white beard even as his nose darkened. His nostrils flared, taking on a more leathery texture. Manuel watched with pride, though he couldn't suppress his own grunts and groans as he felt the heat rippling through his own body.

Every thrust sent reverberations up Manuel's lengthening and expanding spine. His back rippled with the edge of vertebrae before soft black fur spread out, curling around ribs as they expanded. His tattoos disappeared beneath bracers of black fur and the fingers pressing into Xavier's hips became sharp and wicked as his fingernails stretched into wicked claws. The already immense beard Manuel wore spread upwards, shooting into territory facial hair was not supposed to grow. It circled around his eyes and slipped over his nose as his nose grew wider and thicker, pressing forward as his jaw began to extend and his teeth sharpened.

The confines of the bathroom began to fill with more than just the sounds of the wet, soft coupling. There were sharper sounds that echoed off the cement, the tile and the steel. Bones cracked and crunched as Manuel continued to grow taller and taller. His knees and elbows swelled larger, his spine longer, his shoulders broader. Huge patches of black fur covered him like he was wearing a pelt, but the fur was his. It grew from him, spreading outward rapidly. His vest pulled apart to reveal a furry belly and chest. His face extended outward, shedding its humanity apart from the very long, very full black beard. His ears rounded, fuzzy, twitching.

Xavier was unable to stop from panting and drooling like an animal, aware that the saliva was leaking into his own… beard? Since when did he have a beard? He looked down as best he could, seeing the long strands of icy white descending from his chin and jaw and upper lip, nearly obscuring his mouth. It was so thick and soft and full and big and it was still growing. He tipped his head back and felt the base of the beard slide up and down across his collar bone. He groaned harder, feeling his massive dick in his hand only growing fatter and longer as he stroked it, the tough paw pads stimulating him so much.

The younger man wrenched his jaw back and forth as it stretched into a muzzle, his entire skull feeling warm and making his brain dizzy. His round belly disappeared beneath a coating of white fur, as did his chest. His arms wiggled and wobbled with the force of the thrusts and he welcomed that vibration, that percussion, that beat. Likewise, the bathroom stall was starting to shimmy and shake. It had been installed with big burly men in mind, but Manuel and Xavier were well past that now. Snaps and pops came as tight laces and tighter stitching snapped on their shoes. One, the other, the next. The soles separated from the tops, the tongues were pushed free of tearing leather. They splayed and wrenched as the feet beneath emerged in ever expanding size.

One of Xavier's new claws pierced through the sock, slicing up and down as he wriggled his toes. By the time it frayed its way through the fabric, a furry white toe tipped with a spongy black paw pad poked its way free, soon followed by others. Xavier was snorting hot blasts through ursine nostrils, his gums turning from pink to purple to black. His eyes were closed, but new rounded furry ears twitched higher on his head as his skull continued to pop and snap into its new bear muzzle shape. The large, powerful head was set atop sloping muscles that spread out to incredibly broad furry white shoulders.

Xavier's hand had shifted from the large, unwieldy palm of a nineteen year old chub to the massive, deadly paw of a polar bear. It had been working an ever longer and thicker shaft, one that had darkened from his original cinnamon brown to a rich and dark midnight black. The thick meat was drooling translucent silver pre that splattered and ran down the side of the bathroom stall to collect in a puddle on the floor. His head was that of a bear, his body immense and his belly far larger than it had been before. His white hair had grown shaggy, nearly obscuring his vision, but the long mane of white hair that descended from his bear muzzle was almost as long as Manuel's, a true wizard's beard.

Hot and cold crashed together inside of Xavier's changing body. He felt every extreme and every nuance at the same time. His bear tail twitched and flagged, the black rubbery ring of his anus squeezing and milking Manuel's cock as it probed deep enough to hit Xavier's prostate over and over, sending explosions of pleasure outward like fireworks. Feeling those huge paws on his hips and a furry body rubbing against his own, Xavier couldn't hold it back any longer. He threw his head back and let out a roar - a roar that Manuel joined him in. With one last, powerful thrust, he surged in as deeply as he could and began pumping his hot jizz deep into Xavier's colon.

The bathroom stall groaned, the bolts threatening to pry themselves out of the brick and mortar wall they were anchored into. At the very least, the stall had been bent and warped from the onslaught of the two behemoths. Manuel's eyes were closed, a pink tongue hanging out of his mouth as he came, letting the orgasmic bliss wash over him fully. It felt so right to be with another bear, to help him embrace their true selves… although he had to admit, Xavier had turned out even more handsome than he'd expected. Just how many polar bears were out there? It was certainly quite the story he'd be able to tell the guys - at least after they rode out the afterglow for a while. Manuel slowly curled his body around Xavier, holding to him, trying to act like a fur blanket.

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The air in the bedroom was warm and stale, the light of day held back by old curtains that still glowed with the faint diffusion of a morning denied. It was peaceful enough that Dominik could have kept sleeping for several more hours if it hadn't been for the distant but loud thumping of a helicopter passing by somewhere overhead. His face scrunched up in discomfort, his head thumping just as much as the helicopter. He smacked his lips a little, his mouth sour with the taste of unearned sleep. He slowly rolled over and felt the familiar shag of Xavier's bedroom carpet. Pushing himself upright, he wobbled unsteadily. Apparently he'd had more beer than he remembered last night.

Padding his way out of the bedroom and down the hall, he flicked the bathroom light on out of habit, protecting himself from the shock by keeping his eyes shut. He hooked fingernails under his waistband and lowered his underwear, wincing as his unexpectedly sharp fingernails grazed his hip. Still, he opened his eyes enough to aim his cock towards the toilet bowl as he started to pee, only to jerk back in shock. The amber stream missed, splashing off the back of the toilet seat cover and then the handle before he tilted his hips forward to try and re-aim. His eyes were wide now, however, as they looked down at a dick that clearly didn't belong to him.

While it was clearly growing out of his groin, the shaft was easily twice as long and almost twice as thick as he had been before. Instead of a friendly, round mushroom shaped tip, it stretched out to a wicked, dangerous point. There were veins and ridges and the base flared out into nearly a sphere before plunging into a crown of soft white… fur? His balls were equally furry, hanging down below like a pair of snowballs.

“They slipped me something, they had to have…" Dom murmured to himself. While he still made a bit of a mess peeing, he started to head back before something caught his attention in the corner of his eye as he passed the mirror. Turning to face it, two tall, pointed, white furry ears on top of his head suddenly flattened and he felt a thick, furry mass press between the back of his legs. Looking down in shock, he saw the tip of a tail peeking through just below where his human thighs trailed off into furry white knees and ankles, ending in very canine looking paws. He wiggled plump toes and claws tapped the bathroom tiles. “XAVIER!" Dom screamed out, running down the hall and bursting back into the room, looking up at the bed to gasp in equal shock and appreciation.

Xavier had been a big guy since the second year of middle school, but Dom was looking at an absolute unit. He was sprawled out in the queen size bed like he owned the place. His belly was round and full, his chest covered in hair far more mature than his youthful age, but his hair had remained as white as snow and a bushy beard flowed down from his jaw. There was fuzz up and down his arms that was quite distinct as well, not to mention that just above his ass cheeks was a fuzzy white nub of a tail.

“Xavier?" Dom asked, his tail twitching behind his pert bubble butt. Xavier grunted sleepily, opening one eye, then closing it before opening the other. Dom put his clawed hands on his hips. “Xav, wake up!" he shouted. Xavier grunted and groaned and slowly sat upright, braced with his meaty arms on either side. Dom waited for a moment, then another moment, “Notice anything unusual?" he asked. Xavier blinked sleepily, apparently still wanting to hibernate but a smile slowly dawned on his lips.

“Dude, you're an arctic fox!" Xavier beamed. Dom's eyebrow twitched and he looked down, running a hand across the fur around his cock before he looked up.

“I am?" he asked hesitantly. Xavier nodded.

“Yeah, and I'm a polar bear." he replied. Dominik took a deep breath.

“But we both swam in the pool there, the same pool in the polar bear exhibit." Dominik said. Xavier shrugged. “And we both became cold weather animals, yeah. Manuel said he wasn't sure exactly how it worked, just that all of the employees of the zoo-"

“Wait, Manuel worked at the zoo?! The same zoo? The decommissioned zoo?" Dominik asked in disbelief. Xavier slowly swung one hairy leg over the side of the bed and then the other.

“You didn't talk to the people there?" Xavier asked, slowly pushing upright to his feet, revealing he'd added a good four or five inches in height even in human form. Dominik blushed a little at that, reaching to scratch at his cheek before he remembered his claws.

“I was, uh, distracted. Free beer, free blow jobs…" Dominik muttered.

“Well, yeah. They all worked for the zoo. Apparently the zoo worked on making artificial animals to make up for the ones they couldn't obtain normally, but when their employees started transforming they shipped out the animals, closed the zoo and bought off Manuel and the guys. They live a pretty good life." Xavier said, walking out of the bedroom. Dominik followed after him swiftly.

“Does that mean that if we say we got exposed, they'll pay us too?" Dominik asked. Xavier grimaced a little.

“I think the status quo is probably safer. They might decide the guys are too much of a risk if more start showing up. They might try to destroy the zoo too." Xavier said. Dominik frowned at that, crossing his arms over his chest, pausing to admire just how perfect his new claws were.

“But what does that mean for us?" he asked. Xavier smiled, pausing as he rooted around the fridge for food to satiate his increased appetite.

“We keep having adventures, have fun with Manuel and the guys… Maybe see what kind of fun we could have together?" Xavier asked. Dominik looked up at his very large, very handsome friend and he nodded.

“I think I can get behind that." he said.

“Good, cause we're out of like everything and I'm starving." Xavier said. Dominik hesitated at that.

“Our bikes are still busted…" Dominik reminded him. Xavier reached up and ran a hand along his long, white beard.

“Our bicycles are busted, but I think I know where we could get some new bikes if we asked real nice." Xavier said. Dominik ran over and laid his head on Xavier's full pec.

“I was wrong, you really are the brains of our organization." Dominik apologized. Xavier chuckled that and gave his best friend fond pats between his new fox ears.