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The Choice

All Cedric had wanted was to live a simple life.

One could argue that a life of crime was exciting, but Cedric had never considered it such. Pickpocketing came easy to the human, his nimble fingers slipping into the pockets of unsuspecting travelers with ease. It was simple for Cedric. Walk up to a stranger at a local inn, butter them up with a few drinks, and then slip out of their bedroom with a few extra valuables stuffed in his pockets.

He'd been caught a few times, sure. A hand on his wrist in a crowded tavern, deft fingers already rooting through their pocket. They'd always stop the thieving first by knocking his hand away or pushing him back. Then they'd go in for a punch. The nose, an eye… the blow was almost always to the face.

But Cedric could deal with a few black eyes or a broken nose. He always made sure to have enough money to lay low and recover in his shack on the other side of town. He knew he could get an honest job somewhere, but nothing seemed simpler than this. He was a thief at heart. A pickpocket to the very end.

It was the closest thing Cedric had ever had to a goal; a vision of his future self doing exactly what he did now. Sure, the income was minimal and the nights were long… But it was his choice to do this. Cedric had been happy living his life as a pickpocket. He'd been content with his lifestyle.

“And now look at yourself." Cedric rasped, his eyes transfixed on himself in the mirror. He brought a hand up to his jawline and inspected the changes, frowning as he noticed the increasing underbite.

The thief had finally met a target whose first response hadn't been punching him. There was no blow to the face, or knee to the groin. Instead, his target had done something much worse to him.

He'd taken his profession away from him.

Cedric glared at the face in the mirror. The pigment in his ears now flushed in color to a light green, his face scrunching up into an intimidating scowl. Fattening lips concealed his shifting teeth, his thickening maw squaring out with each passing day. Even now, he feared the sight of his shifting tusks might spread his frown apart.

A meek little human was easy to let slip under your radar. A rumbling Orc..? Not so much. Cedric ran his fattening fingers along his cheek, his hands now far too burly to swiftly slip inside anyone's pockets. The changes had only just begun… but Cedric knew what would come.

“I'm losing everything." Cedric muttered, his enlarged nostrils flaring at the thought. The human's eyes turned to the collar bound around his neck, the dangerous amulet a constant reminder of his fate.

In a sense it was true. There was no way he could hide his continuing changes from his landlord. What little belongings he had didn't matter much to Cedric, but his clothes…

None of those would fit anymore.

He looked down at his chest and frowned. The loose shirt had been far too large for him just a few days ago, but now? His muscles threatened to rip the fabric at its seams, his body groaning as it continued to push out. Cedric would need a new wardrobe. He could probably sell the fancier garments he wore to the taverns when he was busy trying to blend in with the elite, but even then… the money would dry up.

The man's back muscles spasmed as he felt his body continue to pack on weight. Each step he took felt more lumbering than the last, his widening torso would soon make it hard to clear through doorways without grazing his shoulders along them.

That damned amulet was changing him. The human knew there would be no traces of his former self left. He'd be an Orc. A big, intimidating brute with fingers too fat and a mug too brutish to… to-

“Fuck!" Cedric shouted, pounding his fist against the table. The burst of anger shot through him, a look of pure animosity burning in his eyes. His life, as he knew it, had been taken from him. The man's arms bulged, the seams of his shirt beginning to rip, as if the fabric was demanding to be taken off immediately.

Cedric had been reduced to a shell of his former self. And now what was he doing? Waiting patiently for the Orc who did this to return? Cedric glanced around the room, eyeing all of the expensive jewelry and materials that went into the enchanter's work. He could just take all of this and run. Surely it must cost a fortune to someone.

Cedric swallowed his rage as he tried to wrap his head around what to do next. He could leave. Steal all of this and ditch town. He'd sell it all, and then… take up an honest profession. What were orcs good at? Smithing? Lifting… things?

No. Somehow, Cedric knew he'd probably just end up clubbing people and rooting through their pockets. The thought of something so barbaric made the thief shudder. He'd always told himself he wouldn't resort to violence as a way of stealing. It caused far too much of a stir in towns, anyway.

The man shuffled in place as he bit his lip. He really could just leave. Of course he'd never get this choker off without that damned enchanter's help. Another option still nagged in the back of his mind, an idea so ridiculous that Cedric felt guilty for entertaining the thought.

He could stay. As much as the naked man didn't want to admit it, the throbbing between his legs did feel good. The dull ache of his bulking ass reminded him of the events last night. Cedric cringed as he replayed his wanton shouts in his head once more. Splayed out on the bed, cheeks spread, begging that the enchanter take him then and there…

Cedric shuddered as he felt his fattened arousal throb. He could stay. The enchanted promised him money… but somehow Cedric knew the Orc wouldn't be as honorable as he claimed. All he had to do was stay? And keep offering himself to that bastard? And then... Azuk would take the collar off...

Cedric snorted as he felt his pecs spasm on their own. The twitching mounds of muscle slowly continued to balloon outwards as he let the changes rock through him. His bulking body had been shifting faster recently… Ever since he'd succumbed to Azuk's request.

Cedric played last night's scene in his mind once more, the human remembering just how thorough the orc's lovemaking had been with him.

He'd been splayed out on the bed, his seed having painted his chest several times over. That damned enchanter had him gripped by one leg, his other hand coaxing wonderful sensations from the human's rear.

“The need is consuming you, isn't it?" Azuk had asked, staring down at Cedric with a mischievous grin plastered to his mug. “You don't just want this… you're practically demanding this."

Cedric remembered just how embarrassing his actions had been. He ground against the fingers stuffed inside him, his words slurred and mumbled from the tingling changes around his mouth. He'd practically been drooling for it, his mind having been dragged to the brink of savagery.

“Still, you're holding back. I can see the look in your eyes. Even now, a part of you hesitates." Azuk had insisted, his hefty tool slowly pulsing in the air between them. The enchanter had been enjoying this grueling teasing. “I want to see you cast that all away. Revel in this moment with me. Give in to the sensations. Let them course through you."

Cedric ground his teeth together and snorted atop the bedding as he felt the singers sink deep inside of him. He never remembered giving the enchanter a response. Words were failing him, and it was getting harder to resist Azuk's temptations.

“That's it. Let those worries go. Stop fretting so much and just let your mind enjoy how good this feels." The enchanter had whispered in his ear, fingers sliding against the changing man's prostate. “When I fuck you, I want you to revel in it."

Cedric didn't remember when exactly he'd been driven over the edge, but he could still remember the sensation of those thick fingers slowly playing inside of him. The Orc had milked the hesitation out of him, his words reduced to guttural pleas and demanding snorts.

Azuk had taken him then, the orcs thick cock plunging deeper than his fingers ever could. Cedric's decency had been abandoned amidst the raging desires that plagued his mind. The human had allowed himself to take pleasure in his changes, the snorting man suddenly finding pride in his own changes. His groin had fattened before his very eyes, a beads of pre dripping from his heaving balls. Cedric had found himself flexing at Azuk, his groin now completely warped to a deep and orcish green.

The thief groaned as he pulled himself away from the memory. He glanced down at the table in front of him, his cock and balls now resting atop the unorganized table. The fat shaft was gripped in his hand, the sight of the drooling and inhuman cock making Cedric shudder.

All the thief had to do was tuck his cock back inside and leave. He slowly adjusted his grip on his shaft, fattening fingers sliding the foreskin down to reveal the wide head of his cock. Cedric snorted as he watched the shaft throb in his hands, a surge of pre drooling onto the table.

The man's ass was threatening to split his pants at any moment. He wouldn't make it long outside. Cedric would have to leave now if he wanted to hold onto what little decency he had. He… he…

Cedric shoved his hips against his hand, grunting as the pleasure rolled through him. Thoughts of last night still plagued his mind, the enchanters words echoing…

Give in to the sensations.

Cedric snorted as he rolled his hips against the desk, the sound of tearing fabric lost to the grunting human. The desk creaked and groaned as powerful hips began to slam against it, the grinding soon turning into furious pounding. Cedric was lost in the sensations once more, his moans and pistoning no doubt heard throughout the tavern.

The rocking and grunting soon grew out of control, the human lost in his own revelry. A low and guttural moan escaped the man's lips as he felt his heavy balls seize. A large ripping sound rang through the air as Cedric doubled over, his thighs spilling out of his pants. The tightness of his shirt dissipated as his pecs broke free of their confines, his laboured breathing culminating in one long bellow. A thick rope of cum splattered across the desk as Cedric's hips continued to thrust, his pace now wild and erratic.

“Ffffuck!" Cedric snorted through gritted teeth, his tusks now peeking up over his upper lip. The man cursed as more of his seed splattered about. “Fuck!"

The thief looked down at his tattered clothing, his chest now defined with surging muscles. Even the green of his groin had crawled down his legs, chiseled muscles heaving with each breath.

“What'd I do…" Cedric sniffed, staring at the mess he'd just made. The enchanter would be back any minute, and he'd just-

The doorknob rattled before twisting open sharply, causing Cedric to gasp in surprise. His body froze in place as he watched Azuk enter the room, the enchanter's brow raised in surprise.

“Curiouser and curiouser… I see you're starting to take that need of yours into your own hands." The enchanter smirked, staring at the huffing human with satisfaction.

Cedric glanced at his tattered clothes and sticky mess, his cheeks flushing a light green with embarrassment. Not only had he missed his opportunity to make a decision earlier, he'd fallen prey to his own desires. The man's cock throbbed against the seed-drenched table as he grit his teeth.

He watched as the Orc slowly strode over to him, looking the haggard looking human up and down. The enchanter brought his ringed fingers up to Cedric's flank and cupped the bubbled ass, his eyes practically twinkling with delight at the sight of his craftsmanship.

“I see that my amulet has been hard at work." Azuk pointed out, lifting his cupped palm and spreading the man's cheek. “Have you noticed any side effects? Other than the constant urges to rut, that is."

“You're fuckin' getting off to this, aren't you?" The thief hissed, his body leaning over the table as Azuk's hands slowly inspected him.

“Of course I am." The enchanter let out a soft chuckle as he looked Cedric in the eyes. “As you are, as well."

A simmering rage within the thief began to boil once more. His glare hardened as he reached up to try and tug the collar off. His efforts were useless, his newfound muscles tensing as he pulled.

“Take! It! Off!" Cedric snorted, practically growling as he stomped his foot in anger. The man twisted his ass away from the Orc and turned to face him, a strand of cum still clinging to his bobbing erection.

“Hm… that depends. If I do, are you just going to resume you little 'career'?" Azuk asked, reaching out and curling a hand around the man's shaft. He watched Cedric moan and grip at the table, the enchanter's fingers collecting the stray seed. “I'd hate to see your lesson go unfinished."

Cedric grit his teeth as he tried to think of a response. The Orc in front of him simply shook his hand, reaching for a towel to wipe his hand clean of the sticky mess.

“So you're just going to keep me here as your… your personal plaything? Is that-?"

Azuk tossed the towel at Cedric's face, the cloth covering his angry sneer. The thief stumbled in surprise and scrambled to pull it off.

“Id hardly describe you as just a plaything. You'll be much more useful than that." The enchanter chuckled, walking past the bulking male and towards a drawer. “You can start by cleaning up your mess over there. Then we'll see if you can bathe yourself without announcing your arousal to the whole tavern. After that…"

Cedric glared as he watched the Orc pull fresh clothing out, the enchanter neatly folding them atop the dresser. A fresh tunic, baggy pants, and a simple loincloth and belt. The outfit looked far too large for Cedric's stature, even with his current bulk.

“After that I'm going to put you to work making an honest living." Azuk said firmly, nodding at the changing thief as he spoke. “Clean. Bathe. Dress. And report back to me."

Cedric wrung the towel in his hand as he frowned. What was he to do? Surely the Orc wouldn't have his eyes focused on him the entire time. He could still wait for the perfect opportunity. Steal something expensive. And then… and then…

Cedric glanced down at his still-throbbing erection. He frowned at the massive green shaft, the off-putting color reminding him of his fate to come.

“Ffffine." Cedric uttered, barely able to bring himself to say those words. He had to get this foolish jewelry off, lest he be stuck this way forever.

Azuk simply smiled at the changing man, taking his hand off the clothing. He walked over to the human and ran a hand down his meaty side, once again appraising the male.

“Then it's settled." The enchanter nodded, greedy eyes staring at the green waistline. He brought his hand down and gently cupped the man's groin before leaning in towards the human's ear. “You'll pay your debt off in no time… apprentice."

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The Lesson

Cedric pulled at his baggy pants. The thick material was unlike anything he'd worn before. Elastic and warm, yet unimaginably dull and unfitted. One size-fits-all clothing that was actually nice to wear was hard to come by for the dregs of society like Cedric. He knew the type of clothes nobles wore for comfort, but he'd never considered just how comfortable they'd be. One hand idly wrung at his pants, causing the soft fabric to slide and stretch against his thighs. The bath had helped clear his mind… Amongst other things. The once strange and alarming rate of his shift had settled into a slow and delightful tingle.His legs continued to tense as he sat in the chair, his arousal pressed between the mounds of muscle. It felt good to just stew here and focus on the soft and tingling sensations. Fresh from his bath, his loins strained tightly around his arousal, leaving an obscene bulge in the changing human's pants. However, Cedric's eyes were not fixated on the delightful throbbing in his loins. Instead, his gaze was fixated on Azuk's hands.

“This," The orc grunted, setting the corked glass filled with sparkling dust down atop the table. “Is powdered emerald."

The enchanter tucked the large wad of cotton back into the cargo box he'd pulled the glass from, his other hand slowly rotating the bottle around for Cedric to see.

“Finely ground up. Like a dust. Can't call it that, though, or it'll sound like the drug." Royk grunted, unceremoniously popping the cork off the top of the bottle. The glittering sand inside slid about as he shook it, letting the fine gemstones settle flat within their container.

“Our client today is a merchant. One of the 'custom shops' you see that accommodate the adventuring types with a bit of success under their belts." The enchanter stated, blinking slowly as he gestures towards the other side of his workstation. “Hand me that shield over there, Cedric."

The changing man slowly reached out to grab the shield, sliding the metal across the table to rest beside Azuk.

“This shield is… Okay. It's not the best shield on the market, and will certainly dent after a single scuffle. But my client doesn't want an infallible shield. The demand for those just isn't high enough. No, he wants a shield that he can sell." Azuk explained, flipping the shield over. He reached for the strange black paste he'd mixed together, putting the small bowl next to his set of brushes and chisels. “That's where I come in."

“Enchantments, Cedric, is simply magic… Run autonomously. A traditional spell is cast with intent. A burst of fire from your fingertips, versus a burst of fire from an innocent looking pressure plate when tread upon. The later is the essence of what enchantments are." Azuk stared at the back of the shield before him, hand slowly painting a circle in the center of it's back. “All spells need the following: A source of magic from which to draw from, a willful command... Most commonly referred to as an 'intent', as lastly the matrices of the spell."

“The, uh… The matrices?" Cedric frowned. “I don't understand what that is."

“It is the computation of the spell. The math. In other words, it is the logic taken to convert A to B." Azuk says, glancing up from his painting of schematics to look at his apprentice. Cedric's brow was furrowed in confusion, an intimidated look plastered over his face. “Wipe that look off yer mug, kid. No one's asking you to become a spellcrafter. Plenty of mages get by without devising their own matrices."

“They do?" The changing man asked, cocking his head as he watched Cedric scribble intricate detailing onto the shield with an ink brush.. “But… How do they do that?"

“Spellbooks. Staves, with inscriptions imprinted within. There's a certain art to crafting a spell and getting it to fit on… Say, the back of a shield." Azuk explained, pulling his brush away with a satisfied smile. He gently raised the shield towards Cedric, letting him see the complicated runic language patterned across the metal. Each rune was linked to the next through a web-like pattern, the wet mixture glistening in the candlelight. “These matrices dictate how the spell operates. It stores 'memory' of the metal it is connected to, and whenever a great pressure is placed on it, it will quickly begin to reallocate the metal back into its original position."

The enchanters fingers darted from rune to rune as he explained what each piece of the web was doing. Cedric's eyes followed after the fat finger, a frown still plastered to his face. He had no idea how any of this translated to the abstract language Azuk was using.

“Of course, mages could cast this repair spell without the need for all these 'ifs' and 'thens'. Sure, they'd still need the memory of the metal, but this entire matrices would look different if it wasn't an inscription. Most mages have spellbooks with gaps in the runes, acting as 'parameters' for them to modify the spell before applying their intent to them." The enchanter prattled on, reaching for two more mixtures he'd prepared beforehand. “And while a caster can supply their own magic to a spell, an enchantment needs its own battery."

The orc dabbed his chisel into a thick, white paste before raising it above the shield. He gently lowered the metal down into the center ring of the matrices before spinning his chisel in his hand. In one clean motion, the orc covered the space with the white gel. Cedric had been rather surprised by how nimbly the orc's hands moved across the metal canvas.

“There. The center will act as our main conductor for the enchantment. This mixture will act as a non-corrosive cement for our battery, which you may have guessed…" The enchanter trailed off as he spoke, reaching out for the powdered emerald beside him. Rather carefully, the orc tilted the bottle over an incredibly tiny bowl, his eyes fixated on getting the correct measurements. “...Will be these tiny little gems, already brimming."

Cedric had actually heard of this before. The luster of the dust had intrigued the thief. Any robber worth half their coin knew the difference between a charged gemstone an an empty one. Just how much gold sat in this room? And how could Azuk feel safe carrying around such valuable wares with him as he traveled?

In one quick turn of the hand, the finely ground emeralds were dumped atop the light paste. The circle of white immediately began to glow with a green intensity, the luster somehow shifting outwards… Spreading through the painted runes. Black tar turned into a rather vibrant and luminous emerald green, Cedric's eyes widening at the rather instant shift in hues.

“Woah." Cedric whispered. Now that he'd seen the process in action, his mind shifted to all the countless times he'd seen similar glowing bands; staves resting atop tables, or coin purses with a glowing stone charm tied to its binding. He'd always known better than to reach for those… But he had no idea how such detail was brought to life.

“Beautiful, isn't it?" Azuk grinned, watching the twinkle in the thief's eyes closely. He chose to ignore it as he reached for the circular plate by his side. With two fingers he slowly pressed the plate atop the valuable emeralds, affixing the metal to the sealant beneath.

“There." The orc grunted, nodding his head. “The enchantment is complete. It should last for about… Five years."

“Five years?" Cedric whispered, frowning once more. “But how would they know when its run out?"

“Identification. Appraisal. You name it. Plenty of shops offer the service." Azuk nodded along, reaching for his last bowl of paste. “Could just test the strength of the spell yourself by bashing it, but often times it's looters that are the one paying coin to know what's what. At the end of the day, it keeps money circling. Keeps the roof over their heads. Could just leave the gems exposed, but that can attract… well… People you're probably familiar with."

“I told you. I never kill. And I only take from those who obviously-" Cedric began, almost immediately getting interrupted by the orc beside him.

“I do not care why you did what you did." Azuk grunted, brow furrowed. The orc slowly stirred his brush in the grey paint as he gave Cedric a side-eye. “We're talking about enchanting. Not justifying your… profession."

“Fine. Then you can stop throwing me under the bus for-" Cedric continued.

“Stealing from me?" Azuk asked, turning his head back to the work in front of him. “No, I'd never hold that over your head. I'd hold it around your neck."

Cedric blinked as he watched the orc chuckle beside him. The thief found the joke to be in quite poor taste, his hand reactively moving up to touch at the jeweled choker.

“Y-You have a strange sense of humor." Cedric whispered, suddenly all too aware of his changing body.

How had it taken him so long to notice the tent in his loins? His palm had been running over his groin for the entire lesson, mind too transfixed on the Orc in front of him to notice.

Azuk grinned as he placed his hand on the table, head turning to face his disciple. The orcs jewelry glinted in the candlelight as he leaned towards the human, eyes examining him in greater detail.

“And you have a lovely pair of tusks." Azuk said with a smile. The Orc raised a large green hand out to Cedric's chin, thumb sliding along his tusk. The changing man jerked backwards as Azuk inspected the budding tusks closely. Over two inches had crested his lips now… and they looked to still be pushing outwards.

Good.

“Regardless. Our little deal for removing that binding has not been forgotten. That is… if you still want it off by the end of our working-relationship, of course." Azuk chuckled lowly, moving the shield aside.

“You're awful, huh?" Cedric said, folding his hands over his groin. “You really just aren't a good person."

“Maybe." The orc shrugged. “I'm not pretending to know what's good and bad, here. I'm just trying to put you on an honest path."

“Honest path." The changing human scoffed, looking away from the orc. “What part of making me all… Big… Against my will is 'honest'?"

“Oh, I didn't say I was going to be honest." The enchanter said with a grin. “I said I'd be putting you on an honest path. There's a difference in those statements. I am not a good person doing good deeds, far from it. I'm just an orc with… peculiar tastes."

“Peculiar." Cedric scoffed. “Are you seriously telling me you're doing this just because it gets you off?"

“In a way, yes." Azuk said with a shrug. “It's a long trip, and I need some entertainment. You were the one who offered yourself to me, right?"

“I didn't expect to be collared." Cedric said. “I expected to walk away a richer man. Maybe a single night of something… Nice."

“Something nice?" Azuk grunted, raising a brow. “We're talking in circles here, Cedric. You already know what I want. And I'm willing to offer you riches. And something nice as well. So what's the big deal?"

“I don't know… It just feels like… You're grooming me into being something I'm not." Cedric said, squeezing his thighs together around his arousal. It felt weird to say, but it was true.

“If you don't like it, you can leave." Azuk explained, leaning in towards the shy human. A large green hand reached out and tilted the changing man's head upwards, a smirk on his lips. “Of course, you won't have a way to get rid of those pretty tusks of yours."

“You're… Incriminating yourself." Cedric huffed, his heart skipping a beat as he watched the orc move a hand down to his cupped groin. The heavy palm wrapped around his hands before gently pulling them aside, letting Cedric's arousal tent his sweatpants.

“I agree. You should go to the authorities, and tell them about your… Situation." Azuk chuckled, fingers squeezing around Cedric's bulge. “I'm sure they'd love to hear about it. Maybe they'd even mistake you for a foreigner, what with those green ears of yours."

Cedric's heartbeat raced as the orc moved closer. Why was he nervous? He'd already laid with Azuk before. Any yet… Yet he wanted more. Cedric shuddered as he felt Azuk palm at his groin, curious fingers teasing at the man before him.

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The Desire

Cedric let out a moan as Azuk slipped his hand below the elastic waistband, fingers curling around his warm maleness. The rings on Azuk's fingers felt surprisingly nice against his erection, Cedric's eyes widening as the Orc slowly begins to bob his hand up and down.

“That's it. That's the expression I want to see." Azuk said with a smirk, leaning in closer to the gasping man next to him. “That surprise on your face… The way you keep pressing into my hand."

The Orc pulled his hand out of Cedric's pants. He stood, grabbing at his own pants before pulling them down. A thick Orc cock bobbed in the air between the two of them, the fat green rod already oozing with anticipation.

“Now this." Azuk said with a grunt, gripping his own cock. “This is what you'll get soon. Sure, your cock's green now… But you'll feel it start to thicken, and get heavy. Even after you're hard, it'll still get bigger, and bigger… Until it looks just like mine."

Azuk slowly pulled back his foreskin to reveal the blunt and shiny head of his clock. Pre dribbled down the length of his tool before beading down his hefty groin. Cedric's eyes were locked on the sizeable tool, his jaw clenching every now and again as his chin began to broaden.

“I'll take you through each of the steps we did on that shield on another shield. The shopkeeper requested five in total, so we'll need to spend the majority of the day on this. It's a repetitive task, but once I show you how I'm sure you can manage." Azuk explained casually, slowly bringing his cock towards the human's mouth. The fat head slowly slid against his plump lips, pre smearing between his budding tusks.

Cedric almost felt dazed by the tingling that ran through his body. His nostrils flared as he took in the scent of the Orc in front of him. Earthen, heady… a rich, deep musk.

The human squirmed in his chair as he tried to fight the sensations rocking through him. His whole body felt heavier, the sides of his arms now bulking… pressing against his expanding frame. He was getting big.

Big just like Azuk.

….

Why didn't that worry him?

Cedric grunted as he took the cock into his mouth. His lips wrapped around the thick tool with surprising ease, his tongue carefully accepting the cock into his mouth. He could feel the shaft sliding up against the sides of his tusks as he pushed forward. Cedric's body tingled incessantly, rewarding him for his behavior. The changed human grunted once more in response as his whole body jolted.

Azuk watched as Cedric's brow widened, jaw cracking wider to accept more of the cock in his mouth. The enchanter marveled at the sight of his new apprentice, his own need throbbing around those pretty lips as he witnessed Cedric's slow descent into revelry.

“That's it." Azuk grinned, locking eyes with the changing man. “Let it roll through you."

Cedric's nostrils widened as he felt the cock press into the back of his throat. He inhaled sharply as his face ground against the enchanter's groin. The musk clung to his face, his lips eagerly sliding across the member in his maw. He…. He...

He was enjoying this.

The thief felt a heavy hand rest on the back of his head, the enchanter's other palm reaching out to massage at Cedric's elongating ear. The newfound Orc arched forwards as he began to bob on the cock, taking strange enjoyment from the hand atop his head. It was nice, having that guiding force. A strong hand to shove him back down… to show him how.

Cedric grunted, frame slowly filling out within the orcs clothes. He felt the cock rhythmically push into his mouth, slick green maleness sliding alongside his tusks. He…. he wanted more. Bigger tusks. Heavier body. Hands as big as Azuk's. To grab and to squeeze, and-

Pop!

Azuk's cock pulled out of Cedric's lips, a long strand of pre-slick drool connecting them. The enchanter let out a grunt of approval, head slowly nodding in appreciation.

Cedric grunted back, letting his mouth hang open for a moment as Azuk wiped his cock off on the human's open mouth. A strange sense of pride filled through him, even after he realized the two had just communicated through grunts. Whatever embarrassment Cedric felt had been drowned out… but by what? The arousal between his legs? The tingling running down his body? Or by the handsome Orc in front of him?

Cedric blinked slowly as the enchanter took a single step away from him. A green hand came down to rest below Cedric's chin, before slowly lifting upwards. The changing Orc closed his mouth and stumbled to his feet, the hand guiding him to stand before Azuk.

No words were shared as they passionately locked lips. Tusks ground against one another's cheeks as they lipped and sucked, maws clashing in a playful battle. Their kiss was greedy, tongues pushing in to explore one another's mouths. Grunts were shared, heavy bodies were pressed together, and meaty hands groped and grabbed at one another through their clothes.

Cedric groaned loudly into Azuk's mouth as he felt a strong hand slip behind him. A thick palm grabbed at his bubbling ass, fingers reaching down and teasing at his entrance. They pushed in with ease, Cedric still pliable from his explorations in the bath. Whatever that enchantment had done, it had left his entrance soft, pliable, and slick to the touch.

Cedric breathed heavily as he groped at the enchanter's cock. The fingers plunging in and out of him felt amazing, but he wanted the real thing.

“Please." The changing man moaned, groping at the slick and throbbing shaft. “Fuck me."

“There's that Orc in ya." Azuk said, eye glinting with delight. “Let that need out."

Cedric's whole body shuddered with the need to be bred as he felt the Orc gently rub his fingers against his prostate.

“You like that, Orc?" Azuk asked, lipping at the man's chin.

G-Grunt.

“You want me to take you, huh? Want me to give you a good poundin'?" Azuk continued, slowly pushing the man towards the bed.

Clothing slid down green and heavy bodies as they crawled onto the bed. Cedric's mind was dazed in a blur of need and clashing desires. The newfound Orc found himself moaning, gripping the sheets with his back arched in the air.

“Yeah." He grunted, pressing his ass against the man behind him. “Gimme…. more."

Azuk's tongue dragged along the needy pucker as he kissed at the growing ass in front of him. His hands spread the round cheeks, his tongue slowly shoving in and out of his apprentice.

Cedric snorted loudly as his cock slapped against his thick musclegut. Long strands of cum drooled from his shaft, length pulsing with need.

“Breed me!" Cedric demanded, splayed out on all fours. “Please! Fuck me. Fuck me!"

“That's it, Orc. Let it allll out." Azuk snickered, moving his head down as he grabbed at the man in front of him. His nose pressed against the changing man's balls as he huffed, lips and tusks mashing against the drooling cock. “Give in to it all. I wanna hear you moan."

Cedric grunted and snorted as he felt those lips slowly kiss and suck at his sensitive skin. Azuk's lips moved upwards as he inched closer to his apprentice, slowly guiding the man's legs apart.

A heavy hand pressed down on Cedric's back as Azuk positioned himself, the orc's thick cock sliding against his cheeks. Azuk grunted as he angled his shaft against the clenching pucker before pressing his weight atop the man below him.

Cedric moaned as he felt the large Orc enter him from behind, his hands reaching out to grip at the pillows in front of him. The enchanter's cock throbbed as it spread him open. The thief moaned and grunted as he rocked into the man behind him, the enchanted collar around his neck vibrating intensely.

Azuk shuddered, his apprentice's tight entrance opening wider and wider for him. The soft pucker clenched and relaxed in a rhythmic fashion, back muscles following a similar pattern as he watched Cedric ride through the changes.

Biceps bulged as Cedric shuddered, shoulders broadening as he clutched at the bedding. The man grunted as he ground his broadening teeth together, his mind fixated on the cock pushing deep inside him.

“Fuck me." Cedric bellowed, his voice deep and gravelly. “Fuck me!"

Azuk grabbed the man by the waist and gripped tightly. He grunted in acknowledgement, sneering in delight as he allowed himself to stop holding back. In one clean thrust, Azuk buried himself in Cedric. Green hips slapped together as they bottomed out, the two bellowing in shared revelry.

“YES!" Cedric cried out, lost in his haze of lust. He felt the orc behind him grip at his sides, the enchanter snarling as he pulls Cedric against him.

The two sat kneeling on the bed, green and musclebound chests heaving as they ground against one another. Azuk quickly wrapped his hands around the man's chest as he humped into him, balls slapping loudly against Cedric's fattened rear.

It felt… Amazing. Every part of Cedric's body screamed for more, his body aching as he found himself pushing back against Azuk. He felt big. Strong. His muscles clenched and expanded as the once-nimble thief embraced his bulking body.

“Yeah…. YEAH!" Cedric roared, pressing into the Orc cock grinding against his prostate. “Take me!"

Azuk snarled as his hips pistoned harder into the Orc in front of him. He kissed and sucked on the green and veiny neck of his apprentice, his cock plunging deep within. He pressed forward, suddenly, pushing all of his weight atop Cedric.

The two blindly mashed their bodies against one another, lost in the throes of their own need. Their heavy bodies ground and shook as they fucked, Azuk now giving it his all. The huge Orc slammed his hips into his apprentice, balls slapping heavily against one another as the bed rocked back and forth.

Azuk grabbed at Cedric's head, twisting his body over to grunt in his face. The two mashed tusks together as they kissed, Azuk's cock spasming as his thrusts grew irregular.

Cedric kissed and lipped at the enchanter, moaning loudly as he felt Azuk's cock pulse. Once. Twice. Warm, hot cum gushed inside him. The thief moaned deeply as he basked in the sensation, his own cock throbbing with need.

Slowly, Azuk began to push away. The enchanter rolled the two of them over, seed spilling from cock and ass alike as he slid down the length of the bed. The Orc kept his eyes trained on Cedric as he lowered his head, wrapping his lips around Cedric's cock.

Throb.

Cedric moaned as he felt Azuk take his cock in one clean motion, tongue sliding against his maleness.

THROB.

Cedric groaned, hips arching as he felt his cock thicken. Widen.

PULSE.

The thief reached down and grabbed at Azuk, his hips arching into the orc's mouth. He could feel it…. his cock…. getting heavier. Bigger.

Cedric roared as he came, Azuk's throat quickly swallowing to keep up with the cock's rhythmic pulsing. Hot seed gushed and pulsed as it filled the enchanter's mouth, the well-seasoned orc quickly swallowing as he felt the newfound orc ride through his orgasm. Cedric squeezed his muscled thighs around Azuk's head as he roared, his voice a mix of groans and gasps as he tried to keep up with the enchanter's skillful ministrations.

Eventually, the waves of need subsided. The thick cloud that covered Cedric's mind began to subside as he came down from his orgasm, his thick and muscled body laying slack on the bedding. The two men basked in their afterglow, green skin slick and shiny with sweat. Cedric could barely see clearly, little flecks and spots obscuring his vision.

“That." Cedric huffed, his voice still sounding gruff in his ears. “That was…"

Azuk grunted as he slowly lifted himself up off the bed. The Orc stretched as he rolled his neck, glancing back at the well-fucked Orc on his bed.

“Our break." Azuk explained, moving back over to their workstation. “Now we work again."

“Give me a second." Cedric mumbled, waving a hand over his cum-slathered thigh. “I need to… catch my breath."

“You can catch your breath in this chair over here." Azuk grunted in response, haphazardly tossing a towel onto Cedric. “Wipe yourself off. We've got enchanting to do…. Apprentice."

Apprentice…

He'd been called worse things before.

Cedric slowly pulled himself to his feet, his mind swirling as he tried to make sense of… Well… Himself. His body felt heavy; skin thick and hairy. He could feel his lips pressed around his tusks, as if constantly reminding him of what he'd become.

An orc.

The thief stumbled towards the chair as he toweled himself off, his eyes blinking lazily. That was… Their second time? If they kept up at this rate, he'd be out of this collar in no time. Cedric glanced at the large enchanter beside him, the naked orc already leaning back over his workplace. Just the sight of that chiseled green body was enough to make the thief's cock throb. Arousal? Jealousy?

Cedric fumbled for his sweatpants on the floor, sticking one foot in after the other. He slowly sat back down on the chair, orc cum seeping into the fabric. The thief blinked as he tried to focus on Azuk's hands in front of him. He wasn't sure what would be harder…

Following Azuk's lessons...

Or staying human.

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:Cambionsicon: To be continued? ** :Cambionsicon: **

Well met, mortal. This one was a bit tricky. I'd left it at such an intimate and critical moment… It didn't feel right picking right up at that same spot a year later. Instead, I let this part feel like it's own, as I plan to do with every Making Of sequel. It was a delight to write some of these parts, and I hope all of you enjoyed the enchantment-crafting as much as I did. Seeing each of these worlds come to life is what keeps me coming back. Will Cedric finding comfort in his new form? Keep these two close in your hearts, for the next time we see them, we might find our pair in entirely… Different circumstances.

See you next time.

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