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The horse sitting across from him was cute, Min Lin thought.

Shy and nerdy wasn’t the first thing a person would think of when they pictured a stallion, and yet that’s what Logan was. He regarded the equine with a friendly smile, noting how the shy boy fidgeted in place, likely not having much experience in engaging with someone one-on-one. That was fine with him as he was more than comfortable steering the conversation. “You gonna say anything, or just keep staring off into space?” He cocked his head, trying to catch the horse’s gaze. “I don’t mind, for the record.”

A deep crimson blush turned Logan’s cheeks flush. “Oh! Uh, s-sorry…” His nostrils flared as he gulped, fingers twitching along the table. “I’m just really nervous right now.”

“About what?”

“Well, I, uh… I—” Suddenly Logan clammed up, screwing his eyes shut before taking a deep breath. His eyes then traveled upwards again, his expression earnest. “I like you.”

That caught Min off guard, so much so that he jumped back in his seat. “Oh?”

“Ahh!” Logan covered his face. “I’m sorry! I’ve never thought that about a human before – no offense! It’s not that I don’t like you, you know, because I do, but it’s just you guys have never shown interest in me, so I didn’t think I’d ever have a shot, and I’ve been thinking about this ever since the first time we talked all those weeks ago, and—”

“It’s okay.” Min placed his hand on the horse’s with the hope that the other man would calm down. “I’m not offended, promise.”

He could feel Logan’s fist clench. “Okay…”

Min then enclosed the first with his other hand, pulling the horse’s attention his way. “I like you too, for what it’s worth. I think you’re cute.” Right away he could feel the equine’s first instinct was to guard himself, the fist in his grasp being tugged.

The brief moment of safety got Logan to relax, letting go of the breath he’d been holding onto. “Okay, well…” The bushy mane he sported tickled his ears as he shook his head. “There was something I wanted to ask. Would you, uh, want to…” Immediately he looked down at the table.

“Would I want to…” There wasn’t a whole lot of information to work with, but Min was determined to figure the puzzle out. One thought did seem like the likeliest possibility, so he figured it best to start there. “Would I want to hang out with you?”

“Uh, y-yes, that’s what I wanted to ask.” Logan rubbed the back of his neck, looking out the window beside them. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

With a wry grin, he guided the other man’s head back in his direction with a finger. “I’d love to. How’s my place sound? I can shoot you a time later.”

Logan looked like his brain short-circuited. “Um, you— Yeah, that sounds great!” That was the first time his pearly whites had been seen all afternoon. “I’ll see you there.”

***

Anticipating Logan’s arrival had Min’s blood pumping with excitement, wanting to be the best host he could be. Everything was clean and where it was supposed to be. The only thing he needed to worry about now was himself.

What to wear, what to wear… Should he dress up a bit classier? It wasn’t his usual style, and it might not be the right attire for a more casual get-together. Plus it might make the horse more nervous, and he didn’t want that. Which left him looking through his regular clothing, always willing to wear it whenever he could. He effortlessly slipped into a top too big for his slender frame – the sleeves reaching his fingertips – as he rummaged for something to wear below the belt, coming across the ideal pair of bottoms – XXL booty shorts.

If there was one asset he was proud of most, it was his shapely rear. Each of his bountiful cheeks far outsized his torso, some kind of anomaly in the genetic lottery, but one he happily flaunted whenever he got the chance. So many guys were drawn to his natural blessings that he regularly pulled numbers. Every time he entered a room, all eyes were on him – just the way he liked it.

The question became whether or not Logan was one of those men. Now he wasn’t going to push if it made the horse uncomfortable, but he was hoping there was interest. He really wanted to help the nerd open up a bit and not feel like hiding was needed so much.

A knock on the door startled him out of his train of thought, his heart rate elevating. The other man was early if the clock on his wall was accurate. It could either be his age showing or the result of several of his lays showing up well after when he wanted them to, but he loved a man who was punctual.

With a wide smile he swung the door wide open, only to be greeted by the equine holding a bouquet of flowers. He almost let a giggle out. “Oh my god, you’re the cutest thing ever!”

Logan tried to reciprocate, but still turned his head away. “You don’t think this is too corny?”

“I think it’s perfect. You’re the perfect gentleman. Come on in.” Min ushered the horse inside, eager to have some privacy.

He watched Logan cautiously take a step forward, looking around. “You got a nice place here.” He held his hands together after the flowers were accepted.

“Thank you! I do my best to keep this place clean at all times,” Min lied, finding a vase for the bouquet. “Feel free to make yourself at home,” he said, gesturing to the sofa.

“Oh, uh, it’s okay, I’ll just stand.”

And so it began. “You know you can let your guard down, right? I won’t hurt you.” In an attempt to prove it, Min adorned a genuine expression. “You can believe me. I mean it.”

Logan sighed. “I know! I know. I just…”

Obviously he knew it wouldn’t be that easy, but something had to be done. Think, Min, think! “I have an idea. How about to get you to open up, you tell me the things you like about me. I promise I’ll be receptive.”

That got Logan looking like a deer in headlights, but to his credit, he steeled himself in order to contribute to the conversation. “Well…” He gulped. “I like that you seem actually interested in my work, even though most people think it’s really boring. You’re always looking to talk with me which I, uh, appreciate. You’re kind and smart and funny and charming and you— I mean, there’s your, um…” No words needed to be said to said as he went and bashfully took his fingers to trace round edges in the air in front of him. He then went back to crossing his arms, keeping his front protected.

While Min was obviously flattered that the other man appreciated the finer aspects of his being, it didn’t quite have the effect he was hoping for. Clearly the horse was still too shy to relax, and it had him wondering what he could do to help. Maybe he had a beer or something chilling in the fridge, but he never caught if Logan was much of a drinker. It might not be the smartest thing to try and force it on him now. But there had to be something worth trying.

And then he had a brilliant idea. “I think I might know something that could help you open up.” The horse looked quizzical, yet intrigued, which was probably the best reaction he’d get. His heart nearly beat out of his chest – he couldn’t wait to see the look on Logan’s face!

There was one trick up his sleeve that he usually kept hidden, only bringing it out for people he really wanted to impress. And it took nothing from him to get started! Already he could feel it happen, a tingle ripping down his spine as what little hairs existed across his smooth form lengthened while taking on a white tint, covering his body in the stuff. Simultaneously his other features began to change, his face stretching out into a short muzzle complete with a flattened nose and buck teeth, while his ears migrated to the top of his head and elongated into cute, floppy extremities.

But the real magic was yet to come. Above his rump a small nub formed, the start of a tail that gradually puffed up into a pointed cotton ball that he playfully wiggled. That was to draw attention to the biggest change of them all. The choice in attire was a calculated one as those shorts he wore had the most give to them out of any in his dresser, which made it perfect for his ass to incrementally creak larger as if being inflated by a manual pump. More and more it grew, the hems at the bottom of his shorts riding higher as they now had more ground to cover, showing more of his cheeks with every passing second. Eventually he reached his maximum size, one that only his favourite men would ever get to see.

That’s when he turned around.

If he thought the horse was smitten with him before, then Min was unprepared for how much more captivation he just induced. An errant flick of his gaze down the other man’s leg showed a protrusion that stiffened those pants, the outline of something throbbing to life plainly visible. He wryly grinned. “See something you like?” A cheeky giggle left his mouth as he glided his hands along his voluptuous rear, feeling for himself how much his rump had grown.

His fingers traced the edges of his booty shorts, having risen higher than intended thanks to more mass filling them out, the material stretchy enough to contain him even if his cheeks doubled in size. The thought got him going, but reality suited him just fine. He had more than enough junk in his trunk to satisfy his needs. And that wasn’t to mention the horse eyeing him up; he knew the little nerd had never met anyone like him before.

But something caught his attention, something not even he expected – the prick stuffing the horse’s pants had grown. Subtly, for sure, but leering at it told him the change had indeed occurred.

Soon it spread from there, with those legs receiving attention next. The pants the tiny equine wore slowly filled with swelling flesh. He had no idea what was going on, let alone the horse. “Hey, w-what’s happening to me?”

Min watched with intent, his eyes glued to Logan’s body as the gears in his head turned. “I don’t know…” A brow cocked, the sight before him foreign. Spontaneous growth wasn’t a thing he was familiar with. Normally someone who could get bigger discovered they could much earlier in life than this – himself included – so to witness it happening before his very eyes had him intrigued, especially when it appeared involuntary. “How does it feel?”

“Uh, good, I guess?” Logan gulped, his fingers daintily contacting the growing mass. “I mean, I don’t hate it, if that’s what you’re asking.”

The growth had reached the horse’s torso, which Min regarded with bated breath. “Oh yeah?” Something about their encounter had to have triggered it; it was the only thing that made sense in his mind. That then had him wondering what exactly could have been the catalyst.

What was once a slender equine frame had taken on enough muscle mass to now be considered lean. His interest thoroughly piqued, he observed how the horse’s expansion hadn’t even begun to abate. That thin, cotton T-shirt looked snug around a trunk more befitting of a runner – someone that wasn’t particularly buff, but still possessed more size than what a nerd did. Logan wasn’t going to be a size Small for much longer.

And his curiosity only grew larger as the horse did. A chest that used to be nonexistent now billowed out into a pair of visible pectorals that heaved with every breath taken. His eyes outlined the edges of Logan’s different muscle groups, noting how the material deliciously contoured to that equine bulk in such a way that left nothing to imagination. So much of that chestnut-coloured fur now peeked out from both the top and the bottom of the shirt that it was looking closer to a chest cozy the thicker that torso got. It gave him a view of those cobblestone abs coming in nicely, the lithe tummy disappearing under flourishing musculature, nearly enough to grate cheese with. The spectacle took his breath away.

While being a passive observer of the sight tickled him pink, a part of him wanted to get up close and personal, to really experience what burgeoning musculature felt like seeing as his body wasn’t equipped for it. “How good does this feel then?” Ambling over to the growing hoss stirred his loins, his fingers wasting no time in becoming acquainted with the shuddering beef.

“Wait, what are you doing?” The sudden introduction of an outside admirer got Logan to gasp.

“Helping,” Min giggled. “I don’t know what’s happening to you, but I’d be remiss if I didn’t encourage it.” An impish glint twinkled in his eyes, his hands gaining more confidence in roaming around the bloating hunk. The way that shirt rode up the other man’s torso engulfed his body in arousal, enjoying seeing the horse graduate to the physique of a college football player. Sure, he’d had his fun with the members of various sports teams before, but he’d never gotten the chance to be with someone both before and after bulking up.

The scent of the horse grew stronger the more of the other man there was. His smile widened when he realized the two of them no longer stood eye level with one another, the swelling stud now taking the lead.

But then he felt a shudder of his own as his shapely rear was firmly grasped. His head whipped up to look at the horse, noting that expression remaining rather nervous, if tinged a bit resolute. “Now what are you doing?”

“I don’t know, I…” Logan gulped, nostrils flaring as his digits curled into fabric. “I couldn’t control myself!”

Min’s heart fluttered; the desires the both of them possessed were drawing nearer to one another. “Wanna get a closer look?” Without warning he flipped himself in the other direction, his pillowy mounds now pressing against the blimping hoss, encompassing everything around the other man’s crotch. A tingle of pleasure blasted through him when he felt the equine’s fattening cock throb from his pronounced stimulation.

Those large hands continued to grope him, moaning in delight as the muscle mass still piled on. His cushiony ass felt the width of the horse flare out, those lats more like wings the more time ticked on, indicating the strength latent in a back that matched. The higher his booty pushed, the more bulk pushed back. He couldn’t get enough of those prodigious pecs swelling along his rump.

And it meant more of him got fondled in the meantime. Every dimension of the stud grew at the same rate, with those hands reaching farther along his svelte frame. It got to the point where he couldn’t stretch his cheeks as high up the hoss’ body anymore as he was soon dwarfed by a man who appeared to have more in common with bodybuilders than the nerd he knew mere moments ago. The fact his ass had more rippling musculature to assail set his insides ablaze with arousal.

His eyes popped open when a loud tear sounded through the room, noting the shredded remains of what used to be Logan’s clothing falling to the floor by his feet, reduced to little ribbons of confetti unfit to be salvaged. A moan parted his lips at the realization before being assaulted by the equine’s flared cock, slapping him against the underside of his torso. The thing felt white-hot from being bound in its denim prison, having nowhere to dissipate the heat of growing libido. Having it throb along his supple flesh got his heart doing backflips.

But before he had a chance to check the nerd out for himself he was hoisted off the ground by a force he didn’t expect, his own shaft pulsing rock-hard in an instant. In spite of his humongous rear, he felt small when put up against the horse, now appearing to be more than seven feet from head to toe, complete with a bushy mane of wavy black hair spilling down brawny shoulders that could shatter a door wide open with a simple bodycheck, more befitting the equine titan.

A part of him hesitated when he saw the changed man. “L-Logan?”

“Hey,” Logan smiled, oozing with assuredness. He gave a hearty shake of his head, his flowing locks dangling over swollen traps he never used to have.

“You look…” Min couldn’t believe his eyes. The horse staring back at him might as well have been a model gracing the cover of a magazine, someone well out of his league that he could only fantasize about. “Different.” The word rolled off his tongue with utter infatuation.

That got Logan to quirk a brow. “Is different bad?” His voice rumbled deeply in his chest like audible chocolate.

“Well,” Min scoffed, trying to pick his words carefully. “I can’t see you stepping into a classroom any time soon.”

Logan just laughed in response. “Hey now, don’t go thinking I hate math all of a sudden. That part of me hasn’t gone away.” His expression then grew more deliberate, his breathing picking up. “And neither has this.”

Min didn’t have a second to react before he was set upon by the horse’s lips, mashing against his in a passionate embrace that soothed the raging demand for intimacy, if only by a little. He moaned into the kiss, tongues dancing together. Panting, ragged. Heart rate rising. Faster. Harder. Intense. A stain formed on the front of his booty shorts.

Despite not being held tightly at all, he couldn’t help but squirm in the beefcake’s grip. “God, that felt incredible.” His nose twitched at the stallion’s earthy scent, the musk wafting from every muscly crevice, enticing him to get closer. He practically lost himself when his nose traveled along the horse’s broad neck.

Just then he felt a hand gently caress his back. “You like that?”

Min’s eyes had all but rolled to the back of his head. “Gods, yes!”

“Have at it then.”

Being let go initially startled Min into thinking he’d been dropped to the ground, only to then discover that he was now being supported by the hoss’ turgid pillar of a cock, the veiny fuckmeat throbbing under his immense bubble butt. It had him splay his body against the equine’s Herculean form, basking in the unbridled masculinity on display. His tongue became a stranger to his mouth as he let it roam around those chest boulders. The taste was out of this world – potently sweaty, with the scent unearthed from that chestnut fur being the epitome of virile manliness while staying unmistakably Logan. It had him quiver with lust.

His own cock kept spasming in his shorts, leaking preseed like a fiend as he slowly humped against the horse’s midsection, hips grinding against a torso as thick as a brick wall. His ears perked up when he heard a moan roll through the beast’s throat, signifying his work was appreciated. That coaxed him into going harder.

Already meandering across the stud’s bloated form, his hands gripped onto the other man’s sturdy sides which allowed him to dig his snout into that sweaty pec valley. He was hit by Logan’s intoxicating aroma emanating from the fluffy forest of hair stuffed between those mounds that traveled to the base of that pulsating monster hog twitching along his rear end. He couldn’t get enough of it, thinking he never would. He wanted that stench imprinted on his brain so badly.

His cotton ball tail fluttered from the overpowering stimulation, indicating his desire to worship the hunk’s beef as much as he could, his lower half shuddering in anticipation for what was to come. So many of his buttons were being pressed at once.

A moan then slipped out of his mouth when he felt his ministrations be reciprocated, his bountiful cheeks being manhandled by the beefcake. Every squeeze of his plush backside sent ripples of pleasure racing through his body. He welcomed the attention, wanting the hoss to keep going, keep kneading his chubby rump as much as possible, leaning into his cravings by pushing into those large hands.

“Seems we’re both feeling it already.” Logan chuckled.

Min didn’t have a chance to say anything back as the horse puffed those boulders out, trapping his face between twin slabs of beef, unable to push back – not that he wanted to. It caused him to groan aloud, enamored by the stud taking charge. The multiple horny sensations battering him all at once elicited a squeal of delight.

Those equine hands became rougher in their groping, pulling his ass cheeks apart and letting them clap together again. Fingers seemingly wanting to pry through the fabric of his shorts instead went underneath, clutching onto his butt for real and easing slowly in between them. The swirling vortex of lust raging inside him got him encouraging the naughty hoss, letting the larger man play with him, those clutches forceful, but careful at the same time.

“Think it’s time to ditch the getup?” Logan released his vise grip. “Don’t get me wrong, it looks cute on you, but it’s getting in the way.” His cock bounced as if to punctuate his words. “I’m guessing you wanna keep it in one piece, so I’ll let you have the honours.”

The world around Min took its time coming back to him, his mind still adjusting to the artificial light after seeing nothing but sweaty horse mass for the last few moments of his life. Fresh air flowed through an open window, the absence of delicious musk saturating his nostrils disorienting him for the first few seconds after being freed. It was then when he got to get a good look at the monster he helped create, in awe at the size of the stallion standing before him, his mind awash in both crazed hunger to be bred by that behemoth as well as genuine astonishment at seeing someone so effortlessly gargantuan exist in front of him. “God damn…” His eyes zipped all around the hunk’s form, unable to pry them off as he ogled every perfect muscular curve there was, in admiration in what was his handiwork to some extent. “Hard to believe we were the same height when we came in here.”

He watched the horse roll his shoulders back to accentuate the hundreds of pounds of heft now adorning that gorgeous frame. A flick of the head ended up draping part of that silky mane along a sinuous deltoid. “It’s certainly taking some getting used to.” Logan peered down at a clenched fist, veins snaking down his forearm. “Whatever you did to me, it sure worked.”

“Wish I could tell you what it was.” In truth, Min had no clue what happened to the former-but-still nerd. There likely would be no way for him to find out; anyone who might have an idea might also call him crazy for suggesting such a thing was even possible to begin with. But his arousal hadn’t died down in the slightest, and he could tell the same was true for the towering hulk. Maybe it was best to take their minds off of it and enjoy themselves for now. “You wanna see what this body of yours can do?”

Logan happily snorted. “I need to bury this thing in someone so bad, you have no idea.”

“Lucky for you I’m plenty experienced.” Min gave the giant a cheeky grin, shucking out of his attire before ambling on over to the crotch cannon staring him in the face. He’d had his eye on it and couldn’t wait to find out what it was capable of.

A long lick greeted that leviathan, with him not holding back in giving it what he thought it deserved. He savoured the taste, the pre dribbling across the throbbing mass making it salty, which he eagerly devoured. His hands went to town, spreading the glaze across that ebony schlong with gusto, his fluffy white fur becoming coated in the process. The lust-drunken expression plastered on the horse’s mug told him everything he needed to know about how well he was doing.

And then his eyes flicked to the stud’s colossal balls. His attention had been so focused on pleasuring the pillar in his grasp that he completely glossed over cum tanks smothering the ground, filling up all the space between the beefcake’s legs. Each one looked as big as he was! Instantly he was smitten, sliding along that shaft until he reached his target, fingers twitchy in anticipation.

The pair of orbs enticed him, and as much as he wanted to pleasure both at once, he knew there wasn’t enough of him to go around. He settled for the one he was closest to, dragging his tongue along taut flesh that tickled his nose with its scent. The fattened testosterone factories audibly gurgled with seed as he groped them. His mind became awash with thoughts of them being emptied into him, his loins burning with need to take this beast to hilt and be given everything possible, both wanting to be ravaged by a dick bigger than him as well as easing Logan into his titanic equine magnitude.

“Min, I can’t take this anymore.” A voice boomed above him, flavoured with need. “I need this now!” A whine saturated Logan’s words.

Min took notice; this was likely the farthest the horse had ever gotten with someone before and wasn’t able to hold on much longer. He knew he was still dealing with a giant nerd after all. With that being the case, he was intent on making their imminent fucking as pleasurable as it could be for the both of them.

Mustering as much grace as he could, he slithered along the underside of that pulsating obelisk, the obsidian flesh covered in veins like a roadmap. He could feel the heat emanating off of it, causing him to shudder at the prospect of being railed by something thicker than a telephone pole. The hoarse groans coming from the colossus above him only made him quiver that much more.

Then he got to the front, where he teased the giant by rubbing his oversized buns against the flared tip of that impossible length, precum drooling from the cumslit, bathing him in the stuff. It didn’t dawn on him to check the size of the hunk’s taint, but with the amount of pre slipping out of that pipe, he knew that thing must be bulging bigger than a car tire. The thought made him weak in the knees.

Having ass cheeks that made up most of his body meant slipping the head of that cock between them was a breeze, letting him hotdog it without breaking a sweat. Oh, but how tantalizingly close it was to skewering him. His needy pucker winked with the desire to be drilled into. It caused his breathing to pick up, his motions hastening as blood rushed through his body, boiling with arousal for the horse. He knew this would be a good one.

Enough pre had slathered between his glutes to lube the area up sufficiently, which is when he tried his best to back himself against the tip of that pulsing spire, needing to get on all fours to make the magic happen. The tension built up inside him evaporated the second the prick slipped past his delicate ring of muscle, tongue happily lolling out of his mouth. So much slick fluid lined his inner walls that he didn’t have to worry about the rod hurting him as it glided on in.

Logan, meanwhile, snorted as his immense musculature involuntarily flexed. “Min, I’m really sorry about this.”

“Sorry about what?” Min barely had time to spit out the words before his hips were grabbed and yanked backwards, plunging that enormous cock inside him. Immediately his eyes rolled to the back of his head, his tongue practically falling from his mouth in joy of having the deepest itches inside him finally be scratched.

The monolithic pillar scrambling his insides made a sizable impression on him, jutting out his gut like it was a furry condom, his own prick rubbing along from the outside, inadvertently making them frot at the same time. He felt like he was floating in a cloud of bliss.

And then the hulk bucked into him, his substantial booty slamming against that chiseled pelvis, making audible slaps that resonated throughout the room. Every thrust into him showed how gargantuan that crotch cannon was as it stretched his white-furred pelt taut over it. He never needed to ask to be fucked harder as the horse plowed into him with reckless abandon, his anal canal ever-slick from the copious volume of pre spewing forth from that incomparable log of equine fuckmeat. So much of the hunk’s ebony spire stuffed him silly that he’d likely be gaped for quite a bit after all was said and done.

Faster and faster the beefcake pistoned into him, their bodies working in tandem like a well-oiled machine, one made for the explicit purpose of getting the two of them off. He grabbed hold of the phallus straining his hide, his hands nowhere able to encircle it. The very thought of his body being able to take that monster to hilt was enough to drive him into a frenzy, his ass clamping down hard to provide even a modicum of resistance, hoping to engender the same amount of euphoria in the horse as what was swirling through him.

Were his body not stretched apart in various ways thanks to the meatlog grinding his prostate to a pulp, he’d be jerking himself off to completion. But he didn’t need to worry about that as the continual shockwaves of ecstasy pounding his nervous system blasted his brain with enough pleasure to tear down his floodgates and let his nuts empty themselves.

The moan that leapt from his throat tensed his body, his cotton ball tail twitching as if to indicate he’d hit orgasm. Weakly he pumped his hips, trying his best to push out his meagre load, the jism splattering along the floor. All the while his guts clenched as hard as they could on his anal intruder.

That caused a chain reaction he didn’t predict.

A booming whinny was the only warning he got of the surge of stallion spunk barreling down the throbbing cumpipe plugging his insides. Instantly he was besieged by what felt like buckets of seed fired into him with every volley, creamy jizz rocketing out of that obelisk to collect in his gut, the tip flaring out and stretching skin around it, filling his belly like a water balloon hooked up to a faucet. He barely had any time to gather his bearings before he found himself swelling thanks to what he imagined was a never-ending supply of ballbatter jettisoning up his ass. The width of that leviathan hog proved to make an excellent seal as none of that impressive output made its way past his tailhole.

Whereas he was once suspended in the air, the edge of his stomach drew nearer and nearer to the floor, his fuzzy, white gut just about contacting the mess he made mere moments ago.

And then it did. The sensation was like a car being pumped full of gas, only his limit had been bulldozed to make room for more cum. It nearly had his own rod raring to go again.

More and more his stomach bloated over the hardwood, covering an increasing amount of square metres that he couldn’t hope to achieve normally, his limbs limp as his body went along for the ride, with his cushiony ass no longer the largest part of him. He couldn’t even make out the giant’s flared schlong anymore as all he appeared to be was a receptacle for horse sperm, his gut rounded out significantly.

It was everything he had wanted.

What must have been several eternities had flown by before the flow coming from the equine’s turgid lovemaker had died down, with Min now looking more like a furry ball with a fat-assed bunny attached. Just as he thought he had a moment to collect himself and ruminate on being inflated so much, the spent groans of the hoss instantaneously perked his ears up again, signaling the start of that tremendous pole being pulled free from his anal cavity, the flares having not settled down yet and instead scraping his inner walls, the sensation just as orgasmic as when it was thrust inside him in the first place. Hundreds of pounds of cock were replaced with nothing but open air, inducing a longing in him to be jammed with dick once more. It was something else that made him moan aloud.

His eyes then picked up the looming visage of Logan coming around to his front, his hands held out in front in a sheepish manner. “Hey, I had a lot of fun. That was probably one of the best things I’ve ever done. I, uh…” He cleared his throat. “I hope I didn’t hurt you.”

“Are you kidding me?” Min sputtered. “You were incredible!” His widened hole clamped down on nothing, hungry to be impaled once again.

Logan simply grinned. “You know, when I first saw you, I wondered if we’d ever get the chance to fool around. I gave it a few months at the least, going up to a year or two. Never in my life did I think this would happen.” He grunted as he looked down, a large hand gripping onto his hyper fuckstick. “Damn, I think this thing wants another round already.”

“You can keep going?!” Min’s heart was set aflutter; he found the perfect man. “How many do you still have in you?”

“However many you want. Though,” Logan patted the gut that held his spunk, “you don’t mind if I take the lead this time, right?”

The impish glint in Min’s eyes returned. “Be my guest.”