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Entry Level Position

By Cimmaron Spirit

Commission for Sgata

WARNING: This story contains: lion, werewolf, dragon, TF, cock growth, muscle growth, anal sex, oral sex, M/M, M/M/M, mind control, plot deveopment and more. If you aren't 18, or it's not your interest, then you better log off and find something else to do. Civilization 6 is going to be getting a big update, so how about that? Otherwise, enjoy!

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Shu shuffled nervously in his seat from his vantage point on the side of the large reception area. He felt so out of place, like he had stepped into a time machine or a portal and came out to a world that seemed familiar, but felt somewhat abnormal. Like he was a stranger in a strange land, a visitor to a culture, a society that was alien to everything he had known.

Of course, being in the global headquarters of one of the most powerful multinational corporations in the world was much different from any government office or tech startup. And TRANSCENDER was the global conglomerate.

The taste and style of the owner of TRANSCENDER was more refined and old-school than the modernist architecture and style of steel and glass buildings. The skyscraper he was in wasn't the tallest, but with it's blending of art-deco, gothic, Chinese Imperial and neoclassicism, it stood out more than anything else. The reception room with the great vaulted ceilings four stories up was even more imposing to Shu. Clean and polished marble floors, intricately carved wooden panelling on the walls, golden chandeliers casting a warm yellow glow, and surprisingly comfy chairs and low tables with expensive books and only a handful of magazines made sitting in the waiting area much, much different from any other office building he had been in.

There was so much to take in besides the rich furnishings: massive stone statues flanking the room, each one a different mythological creature, tastefully nude and holding something in their hands: a minotaur held up a mighty battleaxe and ready to swing it down on some unfortunate victim, while a griffin was holding a great flag in its talons that flapped gently in the breeze provided by the central air system. On the other side of the room, a bipedal unicorn clutching a horn as if sounding an advance, and a werewolf, standing over a discarded shield held a massive sword up to the sky. But the biggest statue, and the pride of place behind the main reception desk, was of a dragon, standing tall and majestically, holding a globe in his hands. Unlike the other statues, this one was all gold, with red and purple silk draping over the dragon's amazingly realistic, muscular body, with every scale and claw lovingly crafted and depicted, two massive wings outstretched as if he's ready to take a leap, and soar into the sky. A more simplified version of the dragon holding a globe was the logo for the company, plastered on basically everything the company did from their delivery trucks, airplanes, ships and much, much more. And now Shu was sure he knew why.

But the other thing that caught Shu's attention was the inhabitants of the office coming and going. You could tell who was a worker for TRANSCENDER, and who was a visitor: all those that were employed in the building were, to put it simply, god-like. They were much taller than average, the shortest he had seen so far at least six feet tall. They were, to a man, all muscular and well built, the expensive and well designed suits they were wearing somehow managed to stay in one piece even as their bulging muscles and massive bodies strained and stretched against them. They all had a gold badge on their jacket pocket that served as a combination identity card, and key fob, allowing them to access doors and elevators that no one else could.

And "to a man" was also important, for every single TRANSCENDER employee Shu had seen so far was male. The only females in the lobby were of the visitors, each given a silver badge to wear on their jackets. And the rest of the guys were much like Shu: normal in almost any regard: shorter, smaller, lesser. It seemed strange, almost foreign, that only men were employed here, and massive, impressive specimens at that. Then again, with a company of such wealth and power, they could easily get around any regulation for equal employment that a government could demand.

"What am I doing here?" Shu asked himself, for the fifth time since he got his visitor badge and sat down. The security guard just past the door, even the receptionist, were the epitome of massive, muscular masculinity. The sheer amount of testosterone in the lobby alone was mind-bogglingly insane. Shu had to do his best not to look, or stare at the godly men that walked between different doors with a purpose, discussing something or another with someone else, looking at reports on expensive tablets, or just waiting for someone or something to happen. He could feel his face start to turn red as his eyes started drifting lower, to see rather large bulges in their pants. Shu had to adjust his messenger bag to cover his own crotch, to make sure none of them noticed his own arousal at the sight.

What chance did he have to get a job here?

Some hair dropped in front of Shu's eyes, and he nervously pushed the black locks back up into place. The suit he was wearing was a bit large on his frame and didn't fit super great. But having graduated from college a few years ago into an economy that didn't have many open jobs that wasn't just flipping burgers or working at a grocery store, Shu barely finished reading the job description before he applied for it.

Getting a call just a few hours later to schedule an interview, and for the next day, was exciting, but also incredibly nerve racking.

What did I say on my resume that so impressed them? Shu didn't exactly have a huge amount of work experience, so it couldn't have been that. Maybe he just had the right school degrees? Or just something else that he put on? Was it something that he may have embellished a bit, and would be found out as a fraud or liar when the interviewer asked him about it?

Shu felt his leg twitch and shake, but he took a deep breath, trying to calm down.

But it was hard. He was surrounded by huge, muscle bound men, in rich and fancy suits and handsome and sexy in every measure. The overwhelming masculinity and virility was almost too much for Shu to comprehend.

But the more he looked at them, doing his best to not stare at one too long, the more he noticed that they all had something... off about them. Like each one had something animalistic about them. Piercing, hungry eyes, for example. Scruffy beards or long hair. While they were big and massive, they also looked like they could run marathons without breaking a sweat, or hide themselves nearly anywhere, and be ready to pounce on their prey in an instant...

"Shu?" a deep, rich voice asked, making him nearly jump out of his skin.

Shu stood up, fumbling with his messenger bag, trying to straighten his suit and tie, before looking up to see perhaps the biggest of the big guys he had seen so far. He was more than a head taller than Shu, with even wider shoulders and massive arms and legs that dwarfed even the biggest guys he had seen so far. He smiled, showing off two rows of perfectly white teeth, before, holding out his hand.

Shu couldn't help but let his gaze drift down for just a second, to see the largest bulge in a pair of trousers he had seen all day.

"Y-yes, that's me," Shu said, his voice a nervous, whispering croak as he reached up, and had his hand engulfed in the other man's, who shook it with enough force to nearly pop Shu's arm from his socket.

"I'm Sirius, Vice President of TRANSCENDER. I spoke with you on the phone yesterday," he said, before looking over Shu, from his black hair down to his dress shoes, as a connoisseur of fine food would survey a steak before digging in. Shu stifled a nervous gulp as his piercing grey eyes looked over him, like a wolf eyeing himself dinner before leaping to the kill.

"You arrived fairly early," Sirius said, interrupting Shu's thoughts.

"Well... yes, first impressions and all that," Shu replied, trying his best to hide his nervousness. One of the many Vice Presidents of the company was interviewing him directly? They should have had managers and underlings for that, right?

What job was he even applying for again? He racked his memory, trying to remember the title... but it just wouldn't come to him.

"Of course. If you will come with me, we can begin the interview then." Sirius turned around and headed for one of the elevators that only the gold-badged employees of TRANSCENDER were allowed into. Shu had to nearly run to keep up with Sirius, who didn't even break his stride, the elevator door sliding open for him as he approached, and allowing Shu to board into the small metal capsule.

Sirius turned to the panel, and pushed the button labeled 44, and the elevator was quickly whisking them up through the building.

Shu shuffled nervously as he glanced over at the massive mountain of a man beside him. Sirius had pulled out a smartphone, one of the larger, more expensive models on the market, yet his beefy hands and thick fingers made it look tiny in comparison. Shu fidgeted some more.

The elevator came to a stop, and the door slid open. Without looking up, Sirius walked out, turned around a corner, then another, and a third without looking up. Shu quickly followed behind, trying to keep up, until Sirius stopped at a door. Shu nearly ran into Sirius' back, but stopped at the last moment, much to his relief.

Sirius spun around, pushing open the door, and gesturing Shu inside. Shu gave a nervous, faltering smile, before slipping past the executive, and into the room.

It was an office, and a large one at that. It had an interior decoration style that resembled the lobby, with expensive wood panelling and gilded light fixtures. However, the floor here was carpeted, with a intricate pattern of black, red, purple and grey. There were bookcases along one wall filled with a variety of books, and the other wall had a large TV, with a black leather couch and chair facing it. The TV was flanked by expensive paintings, trophies and more, diplomas and certificates and photos with Sirius in various locations around the world. In the middle of the spacious there was a large desk that was much, much bigger than anything that Shu had seen before, with neatly stacked papers, files, pens, and a keyboard implanted into the desk, though no computer monitor was visible. Behind the desk was a bunch of windows with red silk curtains drawn back on each side, looking out on the city skyline far, far below.

Sirius proceeded to the large, black chair, sitting down and letting out a sigh, before motioning for Shu to take a seat on the couch. Shu was amazed, as this office looked more like a rich man's parlour room and not where business was conducted. Then again, Sirius was a Vice-President, so he must have had the resources and pull to put whatever he wanted in his office.

"So, Shu," Sirius said, glancing over and picking up a folder from a side table. "Graduated the top of your class with a degree in Business, Economics and Sociology. Straight A's all the way through, 4.0 GPA. Pretty impressive," Sirius remarked.

"T-thank you," Shu said, letting a smile cross his lips.

Then Sirius snapped the folder shut, and threw it, and the resume, behind him, the papers that Shu had spent hours going over, ensuring every detail was correct, fluttering through the air.

Shu's face dropped. That... that was his qualifications, wasn't it? Why did he just throw them away?

Sirius leaned back in the chair. Even when relaxing, he looked pumped, massive, ready for anything, a tightly wound spring waiting to be let go. "But there is something more important that we look for in a Vice Presidential position in the company."

Shu blinked, while his heart began to race. He had applied for an executive position with TRANSCENDER, one of the world's largest corporations?

Sirius raised an eyebrow. "Something wrong."

"I-I-I think that my p-paperwork m-must have gotten m-mixed up," Shu stammered. "I'm not qualified for something like that!"

Sirius' cocked his head. "So you think that I messed up?"

"I... N-no," Shu said, trying his best not to freeze up. "I just thought that I would start... you know... lower down in the company, work upwards..."

The massive hulk of a man had barely twitched a muscle this whole time except, a nearly stone statue. Meanwhile Shu could feel sweat drip down his back, and his leg started bouncing, twitching uncontrollably.

Then Sirius burst out laughing, leaning forward, slapping his knee, making Shu freeze in place, unsure what the hell was going on.

"Oh, I got you there, didn't I?" Sirius laughed, nearly gasping for air, then, taking a couple deep breaths and leaned back again, a friendly smile on his face. "Yes, you did apply for an entry level position. Intern actually. However, my boss saw something else, some spark, some... untapped potential in you. So, yes, you are being interviewed for a higher position."

"What is it?" Shu asked.

"Well, depending on how you answer my questions, we'll find out," Sirius said, before reaching up, digging a finger into his tie and pulling it off his neck, then undoing the top three buttons on his shirt, allowing the top part of his chest to be exposed. Shu swallowed hard.

"So, first: What do you know about TRANSCENDER?"

Shu took a deep breath. "A multinational conglomerate with offices and operations on almost every country on the planet, specializing in research, mining, manufacturing, transportation, technology, and security services."

"That is what our Internet profile says, yes," Sirius said, nodding. "The public face, per say. But if you think about it, read between the lines, what else does that say?"

Shu pondered for a moment. "Well, TRANSCENDER is very large, and powerful. Capable of creating and making products, from raw materials to finished goods, shipping them around the world to whoever they want. And considering you work with many different countries, many of whom are enemies or rivals on the world stage, you must have the resources or influence to cut through that." Shu paused again, furrowing his eyebrows. "Almost everyone nowadays that wants to be anyone has a technology department, and your technology has been considered some of the best, most secure and fastest in the world: there has never been a leak or hack of your programs, no matter how hard people try. The protection from private security would seem to be superfluous to most, as you could just pay for someone else to do it. But there is something that you would rather keep hidden from the rest of the world. A secret that you don't want to allow to leak out. So you have a security force to protect that secret."

Sirius' face broke into a smile. "You are very smart, and perceptive," he said. "It may seem a bit paranoid, yes, but there is a good reason for it. But, next question. This is more subjective, you could say." Sirius shuffled in his chair, getting comfortable.

"What would you say is the role of power? Of wealth, political, or influence?"

Shu was a bit surprised by the question, which seemed rather out of left field. "Usually people who have power seek to hold on to their power, or increase it. They may use it for their own ends, selfishly, to centralize authority, to control the masses, to make more money than any human being could ever spend. Some though may buck self-interest, and may use it to help others, through charity or activism, seeking to right the wrongs they see in the world. But it's incredibly rare for someone to have such power to ever want to give it away willingly. Even if they are being generous with their fortune or enacting programs or laws to help people, they are still holding onto their power and influence, just shedding it in a more favorable light."

Sirius listened intently, then when Shu was done speaking, he nodded. "A fair assessment. Of course, when it comes to philosophy, you can argue one way or the other all day."

"I just feel like it's realistic, pragmatic," Shu replied. "Dictators take power through coups or family, murder or imprison their enemies, and even their allies, when no longer useful, can be cast aside. Large corporations are always seeking to make the most money for the least expense, cutting costs or raising prices where they can. Even elected politicians can have a power of influence and prestige, passing laws to change behaviour one way or another, rewarding their supporters with new projects, sidelining their enemies with speeches and appointments. Sometimes what people do with power can be good, and sometimes it can be bad."

Sirius shrugged his shoulders, then stood up. "Very well spoken, I should say. If I agree or not, that's not the important part right now. Just hearing your answer is." he took off his jacket, slinging it on the back of the chair, and then stretching, showing off all his muscles, barely contained by the dress shirt that rippled and flexed underneath.

Shu shuffled nervously in his seat, trying his best to hide his hardon. He had a feeling that Sirius was really starting to test him, showing off his power and muscle, intimidating and sensual at the same time. He took a couple deep breaths, trying to look somewhere else in the room without seeming rude or impolite to the man who was interviewing him and showing off his sexy, powerful body...

Shu closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then opened them to see Sirius now standing over Shu, his impressive crotch at face height with Shu.

There was a grin that Shu could only describe as leering, a predator toying with his next meal.

"What would you do if you had that kind of power?" Sirius asked.

Shu, forcing himself to look up from the bulge, over the stomach with six pack abs that the shirt, despite its best effort couldn't hide, and the rounded hills of pecs that was on the verge of bursting out of the white cotton, to Sirius' face, up high above him.

"I... I guess I would do the best I could. Do what was right. Make the world a better place," Shu replied. "Help those that need it, try to fight against those that try to oppress and destroy."

"Ever the view of an optimist," Sirius remarked, the grin growing wider on his face before he leaned down, nearly face to face, his eyes locking in with Shu's.

"But I still have a final question for you," Sirius said, in a voice barely above a whisper.

"What is it?" Shu asked, trying his best to not melt into a blushing puddle, or shatter from the mere presence, the simple yet forceful eye contact of the muscle bound executive in front of him.

"Would you like to see the true source of our power? The big boss himself?" he whispered. "Because I think you got a real talent, the kind that he's looking for."

Shu was nearly in shock at the offer. Here he was, an hour ago a poor schlub who was desperate for a job, and now he was being invited to meet the reclusive, hidden leader of TRANSCENDER. As far as Shu knew, there was a President, or a CEO, or Chairman at the top of the corporate ladder. But all the looking he had done, research through public databases, newspapers and online, and there was just a big, fat question mark. No one had ever seen the leader of TRANSCENDER, or spoke of him in public. No interviews, no press releases. Not even a photograph. People said there was someone, a person that all the executives, all the vice-presidents and chief whatever officers all spoke too. But who it was, no one knew.

And now Shu had a chance.

Even if he wasn't going to get the job, and was going to be politely escorted out the door, then at least he would have one hell of a story, to see the visionary leader that commanded one of the largest corporate empires the world had ever seen.

"Of course I would," Shu said, a smile crossing his face.

Sirius stood up, grabbing Shu's hand and lifting him up, launching him from the black leather couch, nearly smashing into the rocky cliff face that was Sirius' body, but he was already heading for the door.

"Come on then, can't keep him waiting," Sirius said, not even stopping to put on his jacket or tie before opening the door and power-walking through. Shu scrambled to his feet and jogged after, catching up with Sirius as he reached the elevator, which slid open and took both of them in. Sirius held up the gold badge that had been attached to his jacket, and pressed it against a scanner at the top of the control panel. There were a couple beeps, followed by a cheerful chiming bell. The elevator door slid closed, and soon it was being whisked right up to the top of the building. The number on the digital display board flashed by in a moment, from 44 past 99, before it vanished, replaced with a star.

The elevator came to a stop then, and the door slid open, and Sirius stepped out first, and walked through the room to the other side. Shu quietly followed behind, and then was struck by the room, slowly walking through in awe and amazement, trying to take in everything there was in here.

This room was massive: it had the same feeling as the lobby a hundred floors before, but more lavish and comfortable: the same marble tiles on the floor, wood paneled walls and golden light fixtures. However everything up here was more personal, and intimate. The lights were low, and seemed more like flaming torches than electric lights, making a soft yellow glow dance and shimmer. Red silk curtains and drapes filled the room, covering the few windows that were up this high on the building.

There were large cushions and couches all over, all red and gold. Like the ground floor, there were statues larger than life, but the statues up here were more... sensual in nature. All the figures, all of them two-legged animals, were naked and posing, showing off their carved perfection and muscular physiques. Some of the statues were of multiple characters: a couple embracing in the throes of passion, some engaging in a variety of sexual acts.

In the center of this more lewd version of the reception area, was a giant statue, with a massive, naked and well built gold dragon in the center, wings outstretched, with stone statues representing different species, all muscular, naked and all worshipping him even as they continued to copulate.

In the dragon's claws, was a large globe, much like the statue below.

Shu was... confused, if aroused, by the pronographic statue collection, but his attention was drawn to the golden dragon statue in particular, and the globe in those sharp, glittering claws...

"A remarkable likeness, wouldn't you say?"

Shu snapped his head around, too see a golden dragon, a living, breathing dragon, standing beside him.

He looked almost exactly like the golden dragon, right down the smallest detail of the scales: black horns forming a crown on his head, and two wings, folded back at the moment, but strong enough to lift the creature into the air should he desire. However, the dragon next to Shu was only wearing some lightweight silk robes around his neck and arms, draping down and flowing behind him. But even these clothes did nothing to hide his impressive stature and build: if he was human, he would have put professional bodybuilders to shame. And at eight feet, four inches tall, he would have dwarfed even the tallest basketball player in history, which made the slightly smaller than average Shu feel even smaller than he normally did. He was otherwise just as naked as his statue, if the massive, fifteen inch cock jutting from his groin, and accented by two softball sized testicles in the low hanging sack underneath, was any indication.

The dragon glanced over the stunned and shell-shocked Shu, before looking over to Sirius, standing at attention just a few feet away

"So, this is the new recruit, eh?"

"Yes, My Lord," Sirius said, bowing deeply toward the dragon.

The dragon stepped closer, bending down and looking closer, making Shu's breath catch in his throat, and sweat began to drip off his face as his whole body trembled.

The dragon stood still for the longest moment, with unbreaking eye contact between the tiny human and the massive golden creature.

"Boo."

Shu practically jumped out of his skin, and fell to the floor, before scrambling up and racing for the elevator, afraid for his life.

But just a few steps from the elevator, Sirius appeared, blocking the doorway. And just as quickly as he appeared, he let out a loud roar as his body suddenly grew even larger, black fur covering his whole body, his shirt and pants ripping and exploding off his body. In just a few seconds, the massive mountain of a man was now a gargantuan werewolf, even more muscular than before, with a massive ten foot cock, hard and throbbing. Shu stumbled, then slipped on the marble, and crashed to the floor, banging his head and seeing stars dance in front of his

"Shu, now that is no way to treat your new Lord," Sirius said, his voice a deeper, more animalistic and nearly feral growl. Shu could only let out an involuntary whimper.

"Oh, calm down Sirius," the dragon said in a loud, booming voice, and Shu looked up, to see the dragon floating in the air, then landing with a solid thoom just inches from Shu's head. "You were just as startled and scared when I found you."

Sirius, wincing as he was reminded of his past, bowed. "I apologize, my Lord."

"And you can call me Fafnir, you know."

"Of course, my Lord," Sirius said, bowing again.

The dragon rolled his eyes, then chuckled. He turned to Shu, before bending down, offering a hand to the human. But Shu was so scared, so terrified out of his mind, he recoiled, trying to back away, shuffling and roll to get away from the dragon, and the werewolf that now flanked the dragon.

"No! No! Don't eat me! Don't kill me!" Shu whimpered, scrambling backwards, trying to find a place to hide as the dragon and werewolf followed him, but the both stopped as the human ran up against a column.

"Eat you?" Sirius remarked.

"Kill? Now why would I do that?" Fafnir asked.

Shu trembled, confused, terrified, and yet incredibly turned on by these massive, well hung monsters standing above him. "Y-you aren't?"

The dragon let out a small chuckle. "Oh no. After all, you have a talent, a skill, a power that is perfect for TRANSCENDER." The dragon reached down, and hefted the young man onto his feet. "That's why I got you to come here specifically."

"W-what?"

Fafnir grinned. "That job posting? It was tailored and focused on you. The interview was a brief formality. Even coming here is but an insignificant inconvenience in the grand design, the master plan. Every moment of your life, from the moment you were born until our meeting today, has been preordained, the machinations of great, cosmic powers beyond the fathoming of any human mortal soul."

Shu swallowed nervously. "So... I'm not applying for a job here?"

The golden dragon let out a booming laugh, a draconic roar, that echoed over the stone sculptures and riverbated through the wooden paneling. Even Sirius couldn't help but laugh as well. "You are in line for something much greater, much more important."

Fafnir wrapped an arm around Shu, and half guided, half pushed him toward the massive statue in the middle of the room. "I've been here for a long, long time. Putting the pieces together, arranging the bricks and mortar to build a great foundation." Fafnir stopped at the edge of the statue, and with the agility of a cat, wings outstretched and slowly flapping to take some of his weight off the carved stone, and started to climb up over the naked and sexually entwined creatures at the base of the statue, heading for the golden dragon in the center.

"Decades, centuries I've planned, organized and prepared," Fafnir continued, as he stopped at the statue of himself in the center, looking over the golden crevices. "Not everything has gone according to plan. For despite my best efforts, there is always a problem, a speed bump you humans would say. A war would break out at the wrong time. A company would go bankrupt. An important politician would lose an election."

The dragon picked up the golden globe from the precious metal representation of his body, and he then turned around, and jumped up, his wings allowing him to glide down, and land in front of Shu, who stumbled backward to ensure he wasn't pinned down by Fafnir's fearsome ivory claws.

"I'm not too proud to admit that I need assistance," Fafnir said, folding his wings behind him as he looked at the globe in his hand, and the carefully carved and detailed landmasses and oceans on the orb, slowly tracing a sharp claw over the surface. "In time, I found, or rather created, some helpers. Implanted deep into human society, to learn everything they could: finance, business, administration, politics, history, psychology. What made humans think, feel, want, desire, remember, embrace, reject and more. What made civilizations work. And, when the time came, I would bring them here, to help me with the goal of TRANSCENDER. To become my agents, my servants, in the great plan."

Shu shuddered as the dragon spoke, his deep voice dripping with raw power. "W-what is it?"

The dragon smirked, and handed the globe to Shu. The human hesitated for a second, but he reached up to take it.

It was surprisingly light, despite being a massive orb the size of a medicine ball, but Shu took it in both hands anyway.

Suddenly the globe burst into light, the oceans and landmasses turned white and nearly blinded Shu, who winced and nearly dropped the globe.

The light faded in intensity, though the model world continued to glow in Shu's hand. He tried to pull his hand away, but it felt like his hand was fused to the orb. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pull his hands away. And it was starting to get warm, and the heat was running down his arms

Fafnir grinned as he watched Shu. "Ahh, perfect. It has begun."

"W-what? What are you doing to me? Agh! It's burning me!"

"Only finishing what has been started a long time ago," Fafnir said, his smile growing even wider. "Because it's time to unleash the Titan in you."

"The... what?!" Shu exclaimed, as the heat from the glowing globe in his hand became too much, and he struggled to remove his hand. But they were glued to the globe, and no matter how much he struggled, no matter what strength he used, he just couldn't do it.

"My strongest soldiers, my smartest aides, my most loyal agents, my best servants, are Titans." He pointed to the werewolf behind Shu. "While I have many followers, many men who will follow me wherever I may command them, Titans are superior to all of them, second only to me. Sirius here is one such Titan. And I have a half dozen more all around the world.

"And soon, you shall become one yourself."

"What? No! I don't - argh! - want to be your slave!" Shu bellowed, struggling even harder now, to try to remove the globe from his hands. He could feel his body trembling, his muscles twitching, his arms and legs shaking. The light from the globe shone bright enough to let Shu see his hands on the globe begin to change, growing thicker and longer.

"Slave? Oh no," Fafnir said. "I don't want groveling slaves, or uncommitted indentured laborers. I can only trust the best and brightest for my goals, the dream of TRANSCENDER. The goal to bring a new world order. Peace, happiness, prosperity. Everyone lifted up from destitution, no longer starving or struggling. A world without war, without crime, without corruption.

"A world led by me."

"You are trying to take over the world?!" Shu gasped.

"I'm saving the human race from itself." Fafnir said. "I will end hate and misery and destitution. Allow anyone to love who they love. Protect all the creatures of the world. Create balance. Prevent short sighted and brutal mass-murderers and profiteers from killing everyone. It will be a golden age like none seen before!"

The sleeves on Shu's jacket began to grow tight as his arms grew larger. Seams on his shirt began to tear, the buttons on his wrist popped off as it grew larger. His small, thin arms were already bulking up, and the first signs of muscles that had long passed by Shu was now growing, forcing its way through. "Forcing me to change isn't exactly - gaahh!- convincing me to join you!"

The dragon smirked. "I'm unlocking your true potential, the power that had long laid dormant, slumbering. Once you feel it, once you recognize it... you will follow me."

Shu managed to pry a finger off the globe, even as his shoulders widened and thickened, and his chest puffed out. The tie around his neck ripped in two before it choked him, as the buttons on his shirt popped off one by one, plinking against the globe as they did so.

He continued to fight against the change, the growth, the power that was flowing through him. No, he wouldn't become a... Titan to this power hungry dragon! He wasn't a monster, a shapeshifting beast like Sirius! He would fight this. He would resist.

He pulled a second finger away, grimacing as the belt around his waist now clung tight. But the leather soon began to bend, buckle, then snapped, sending the belt buckle flying. His legs grew thicker and longer, thighs and calves fighting for room in his suddenly too small pair of pants. But soon they stopped fighting each other for space, as there was none in either leg, and now worked together to go outward, forcing Shu's dress pants to tear and rip, exposing thick muscle where none had been five minutes before.

Shu was panting heavily, sweat dripping from his forehead, as he used all his strength to fight against the change, even the newly found power that the power of the globe gave him.

"I won't accept it," Shu groaned.

"You will," Fafnir replied.

"I won't change!" Shu growled.

"You already are," Fafnir retorted.

"I... will... not... be... your... SLAVE!" Shu roared.

Fafnir grinned. "And you won't. You'll be my second in command. My right hand. My heir."

Shu cried out as he felt the bones in his body begin to crack and break... and lengthen and reform. He was growing bigger and taller, inch by inch, forcing his head up, his legs down, and the rest of him outward. His shoes burst, the relief as his painfully curled and enlarged toes finally could wiggle free.

But... if I did have this power...

What... no! No! I'm not a monster!

You won't be... you'll be a god amongst men.

Shu closed his eyes, crying out as the pain of the transformation grew stronger, the heat burned hotter, and the struggle in his mind raged.

Think of all you can do.

I won't do it!

You can end greed and suffering.

By enslaving the world!

You will free the poor from starvation and misery and bigotry and much, much more.

Shu was still struggling, but with each moment he fought, physically and mentally, the more tired and exhausted he became, even as the clothes tore from his body, his height grew, and everything about him grew larger. Rips, tears, and snaps echoed through the room as Shu's clothes melted off his body, revealing a massive, well built, six foot, six inch tall muscle god. The final rip as his underwear gave way allowed a newly engorged, twelve inch monster cock to bounce free, with two apple sized balls swinging underneath. Even as he struggled with his inner and outer self, his libido had clearly decided which team it was batting for now. The first drops of pre-cum oozed from the tip, and dropped to the marble floor below.

I... I just don't want to be evil.

You will be a hero. Ending poverty and pollution and more. Tyrants will be swept away, corrupt executives banished, and everyone will become equal and free.

I...

Shu's two finger's, that he had struggled so long to rip free from the globe in his hands, snapped against the glowing orb. He crumpled to the floor, and the globe let go, and rolled away

"I... I..." Shu groaned, before his voice, caught in his throat, grew deeper and louder, and into a feral roar.

Give in to the power.

P-power...

His already naked and muscular body suddenly exploded in size again: two more feet were added to Shu's height, along with a hundred more pounds of muscle all over his body, turning him from a body builder to a muscle god.

Become greater than ever.

G-greater...

The long black hair on his head was bleached from root to tip, turning a snowy white, longer and thicker and encircling his head. All over his body, hundreds of thousands, millions of strands of fur burst through his skin, turning into a thick, plush coat.

Accept your place.

A-accept...

His fingernails grew longer and harder, turning into sharp claws that could tear through steel, and his toenails followed suit. A long, white furred tail popped out of his lower back, waving and thrashing as it was ripped from it's long, repressed slumber.

Awaken to the possibilities.

Possibilities...

His nose and mouth were pushed forward as Shu grunted and growled and thrashed, his teeth growing longer and sharper. The human nose grew larger and more feline, his ears grew larger, into rounded triangles, and moved closer to the top of his head, buried under his new mane. His eyes turned a bright, shimmering blue like the ocean.

Give everything to your Lord, Fafnir the All Powerful, God of this Earth!

Shu threw his head back, and let out an earth shattering roar as he came, shooting long strands of spunk from his enlarged cock, landing right at the feet of the golden dragon who watched, arms crossed, grinning, as the newly transformed white lion unloaded, the final step, the climax of releasing a Titan from it's bondage, and the metaphorical casting out of his old human identity and being.

After five long minutes, as Shu's cock throbbed and came, each shot becoming shorter and shorter, until only a small dribble of pearly white seed dripped from the tip of his cock, the lion collapsed on the floor, mentally, physically, sexually spent.

When Shu opened his eyes again, he was on one of the luxurious couches that filled the foyer of Fafnir's penthouse, the golden dragon lounging on another couch nearby with a golden wine glass in his hand, and Sirius standing beside his Lord, erect and ready.

"Welcome back," Fafnir said, as he took a sip of his wine glass.

Shu sat up. "Wha-what happened?"

"Passed out," Fafnir said. "Letting out the Titan within the appropriate candidate does take its toll on the recipient. But, I must say... the results are always worth it."

Shu looked down, over his new, animalistic body: the long claws, the rich and soft silver hued fur, his massive muscles, the large cock that, even when soft, was bigger than his old human member.

"It will take some time to become acquainted with your new forms," Fafnir said, holding the wine cup to Sirius, who then poured more of the red liquid for his Lord. "In a couple of days, you should be fully up to speed."

Shu sat up on the couch. He felt exhausted and tired, but also rejuvenated, stronger than ever. He also felt woozy, which may have been from the fact that he was now sitting up much higher than he used to thanks to the change in his size.

Fafnir took another drink from his wine cup, then set it down on a table. "But, there are some things we must discuss now."

"Of course, my Lord," Shu said, then paused, confused. Why did he say that? He knew the dragon's real name, Fafnir... yet he kept addressing him like Sirius had done.

Fafnir chuckled. "You tried to say my name, didn't you?"

"Uh... yes. Yes I did," Shu said. His voice was also an octave deeper, manlier.

"In the human tongue, my name translates to 'Lord,' 'Master,' 'Great One' and many other titles. It is actually next to impossible for a human to say correctly, so instead your mind changes it to 'Lord.'"

Shu rubbed his head. "Very well, my Lord. But what do we need to discuss?"

"Your role within TRANSCENDER," Fafnir said. "You determined even as a human that there is more to TRANSCENDER than what meets the eye. We are more than a global mega corporation. We are the last hope for Planet Earth.

"I know you had concerns about becoming all powerful tyrants and dictators and corporate overlords. It is a problem that every Titan has expressed when they were transformed, so you are not alone. And, of course, that is a real threat that all of us at TRANSCENDER have to keep in mind, from the lowest security guard to myself.

"But that is the beauty of having the Titans live their lives among the human race before they are gifted the great power you now wield. They live in a variety of species, cultures and places, learning what they need to survive and thrive. They know very well the problems, the dangers, the risks, the issues that face humanity. Which makes every Titan that much more capable and prepared to solve." Fafnir stood up.

Shu nodded. He could see the logic and the reasoning behind it... but he still had so many questions...

"And they will be answered in time," Fafnir replied. Shu bolted, looking up at the dragon, who smirked. "I've done this enough to know what you are all thinking. That, and I can read your mind. But, even though I'm the leader, the guiding light of TRANSCENDER, I am open to listening to ideas, suggestions and ways to improve. While I may have great power, the ability to transform worthy humans and many, many other abilities that you will learn in time, I am not infallible. The moment that I think I am, is the moment I will fail."

Shu nodded again. Again, he could see Fafnir's thinking. He was about to open his mouth again...

"Don't even think about it," Fafnir said with a growl. "While the Titans are powerful, they only have a fraction of the vast knowledge, strength, power and abilities that I do. Even all the Titans that exist, or will exist, wouldn't make up a tiny fraction of the power I have." Fafnir took a deep breath. "So if you try, you better know exactly what you are doing. Because one wrong move, and you will be destroyed."

That made a chill run down Shu's back.

"Of course, stay on my good side, and help bring the new age to the planet, and the universe, then the rewards, the prizes, and the honor, will be that much greater. I can, and will promise you that."

Shu took a deep breath, and then he felt something warm deep inside of him. He glanced down, to see his cock springing up. He looked back up to Fafnir, and was about to open his mouth again...

"That is a side-effect... a rather pleasant side-effect, I should say," Fafnir replied. "Your libido, your sex drive, is ten times stronger and more potent than as a human. And you will need help to take care of it."

Fafnir turned to Sirius and gave a wink. The werewolf, with a lusty smirk on his face quickly vaulted over the couch, kneeling down in front of Shu, and sticking his mouth over the white lion's massive cock, easily taking the whole footlong shaft in a swift movement. Shu shuddered and groaned as Sirius easily began deep throating his dick, bobbing up and down in quick movements. His rough canine tongue played over the sensitive flesh and tip, making Shu subconsciously purr and mew and moan, shaking and writhing in a pleasure filled torment.

The werewolf sucked off the lion's cock for what felt like forever compressed into ten minutes, his clawed hands fondling the heavy, low hanging balls beneath Shu's pole, giving a squeeze and grope and making the lion shudder and gasp. Shu wrapped his hands around Sirius' ears, and though the black canine needed no help or motivation, he began to push and pull Sirius over his cock in a steadily increasing rhythm.

Sirius was really good at this: Shu could feel his heart beating faster and his urges and pressure building up... then Sirius would slow down, stop, and prevent Shu from getting pushed over the edge of orgasm, until the white lion was able to catch his breath, and his libido subsided just enough to allow the wolf to start again, furiously going over the thick, long cock.

When Shu started to reach his climax a second time, as his toes curled and his hands gripped Sirius' head with a tighter grip, Sirius pulled right off, right before Shu was about to blow his load.

"Ahh... ah... you tease," Shu panted, as Sirius wiped the drool and precum from his mouth with a cocky smirk.

"Just preparing you for the main attraction," Sirius said, before turning around, and lifting the bushy black tail that covered his ass. The rounded, muscular bubble butt was exposed, a hand reaching back to show off the wolf's tailhole, which was practically begging to be filled.

Shu needed no further invitation, and he stood up, pressing his saliva soaked cock in between Sirius' ass cheeks, then pushed in. Both Shu and Sirius let out a feral growl as he was spread open, and with a single, slow push of his hips, the lion easily hilted his entire, thick length into the werewolf.

"Oh fuck... that's perfect," Sirius moaned, as Shu, his body trembling from the tightness squeezing his cock, even bigger and more sensative than ever before, and basked in the pleasure.

"Now, fill me up, big guy!"

Shu smirked himself, digging both claws into Sirius' hips, and began thrusting in and out at a jackhammer's pace, pounding the canine's rear with a force that few could rival. Back and forth, the slap of one muscle bound monster against the other, with a primal, instinctual lust and power, accented with the moans and growls of the lion and wolf.

During all of this, Fafnir stood to the side, slowly rubbing his own mammoth manhood as he watched his newest minion and his most reliable fuck each other. It was a sight he quite enjoyed, the moaning and cries of dominance, lust and power music to his ears. He could watch these two screw all day, as he would in time.

But today, to welcome his newest Titan, he would get in on the action. He slipped up behind Shu, grabbing the white lion's shoulder, and pressed his own cock against the virgin muscle ass.

"Room for one more?" Fafnir rumbled, as he pushed his cock head against Shu's ass.

"Yes, My Lord. Fuck me!" Shu growled, so lost in his own accent lust and new found power.

Fafnir grinned, guiding his own cock to the right place. As Shu pulled back from thrusting into Sirius, he felt his own ass being speared by the fifteen inches of dragon cock. The girth and length made Shu roar out in bliss and pleasure, his new body easily taking in the already impossibly large manhood. Yet he continued thrusting into Sirius below him, and redoubling his efforts as he made love with the werewolf below him.

"Yes," Fafnir growled as his cock was easily taken in by Shu, timing his thrusts with that of his new addition. "You will be a great asset to TRANSCENDER."

Shu could only groan as he was further pressed into the sandwich of muscle and masculinity.

"You are strong, powerful, intelligent, and virile," Fafnir continued, as he picked up the pace to drive his cock in as deep into Shu's ass as he could. "You will accomplish great things."

Shu could feel his orgasm, twice already held back, build up pressure in his pent up body: his balls began to ache, his cock throbbed harder than ever, his ass begged for more.

"You will make our goals, the future of the world, a reality."

Shu shuddered, his thrusting growing ragged and fiercier, as his toes curled and his claws dug deep into Sirius' pelt. The werewolf was growling and panting, recognizing the shift in pace that was coming from the lion, and pushed back, using his powerful muscles to clench tight against the cock deep inside him, which was rewarded with a loud moan from Shu. He was on the verge as well, the mighty cock in his ass having slammed against his prostate and g-spot hard enough and long enough to promise one of the best orgasm's that Sirius had ever experienced, second only to those that his Lord Fafnir would have given to him.

"You will become the new face, the new public leader of TRANSCENDER," Fafnir decreed, as his own thrusting picked up the pace. "You will become the new President."

Shu was barely coherent, as he grit his teeth, his balls clenching, his heart racing.

"You shall be... Regulus!"

The three hunks of male roared and bellowed as their orgasms crashed: first the newly christened Regulus, pouring his seed deep into Sirius' bowels in massive cumshots that would make any porn star blush with envy.

Then Sirius, cum arcing from the tip of his cock, splattering everything from his muscular chest to the marble floors below with his semen.

And finally, the Lord Fafnir, the draconic god among men, bellowed as he hit his own climax, filling his new Titan with his bounty, a pleasure, a gift that all those of TRANSCENDER could only dream of having, but which only the Titans were worthy of receiving.

And Regulus, as the biggest, strongest, and most powerful Titan, was getting his share and more.

As the extended and extensive orgasms finally ebbed, having expelled all their essence that they possessed, the three pulled apart, the dragon withdrawing to his couch, while the lion and wolf turned to each other, and latched into a deep and passionate kiss.

Unlike humans, who usually would be spent and exhausted after such a vicious and intense session of sex, Fafnir and his two Titans were energized and strengthened, and the lion and wolf, pulling apart from their lovemaking, turned to their now reclined Lord.

"Now, Sirius," Fafnir said, turning to the wolf. "You are being elevated to be the Chairman of the Board of Directors. All the other Titans, Vice-Presidents, will be arranged accordingly, and you will be head of that board."

"Yes, My lord," Sirius said, bowing.

"And Regulus, you are now the President of the company. You will become the public persona of TRANSCENDER, and soon you will make a grand appearance as the 'secretive' head of the company, emerging for the first time. In time, you will be in charge of the day to day running, to ensure the company is moving forward. To do so, you may create new departments and offices, branch out into new fields. So long as everything you do will further the goals of TRANSCENDER."

"Of course, my Lord," Regulus said, bowing himself.

"There are an innumerable amount of things, goals and tasks ahead. While we are now one step closer, we have far to go," Fafnir looked over. "I trust that you two especially will be able to accomplish all that, and more."

"Yes, My Lord," they both chorused.

Fafnir grinned. "Then go. Let us reach our goals."

The lion and wolf bowed again, before turning and walking past the statues and toward the elevator. Before the door even closed, in the last glimpse that Fafnir saw, they were already stroking each other's cocks and embraced in a deep kiss.

The dragon smirked. He made a good choice with his new Titan, Regulus.

He was now one step forward.

Soon, the world would be his.

The peace and tranquility that would come would be but a mere side-effect.

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"Mr. President, the Chairman is here to see you," the robotic voice assistant said.

"Send him in," Regulus said, as he tapped away at the computer on his desk, barely looking up.

The door swung open, to show the massive hulk Sirius step into the President's office, recently established on the 76th floor of the TRANSCENDER building. All the floors from Sirius' old office to the new one were now filled with new offices and departments, and the older departments had been expanded further. New products, new branching operations to get access to even more of the world's resources, economy and sources of influence had been undertaken in the past few months. While it would take time, perhaps years, before the full results to be seen, the work had begun.

"Regulus," Sirius said as he approached the desk, leaning over and giving the President a quick kiss on the lips. "The new Titan has arrived for the job interview." The werewolf, currently in his human form, handed a tablet over to Regulus. "Just as our Lord said he would."

Regulus took the tablet and began to read the info. Randy, age 23, just graduated university with a Master's in Science. Introverted, shy, with some family on a Nebraska farm.

"Our Lord has picked a good candidate this time," Regulus remarked, handing the tablet back.

It still felt weird that they couldn't actually say Fafnir's name, but he had long since come to accept it. And he had also learned that despite all the dragon's power, all his ability, his knowledge and his skills, Fafnir was remarkably open minded, and wasn't even that much a stickler for protocol and pageantry, as Sirius made it out to be when they first met, many months before. That was more a side-effect of Sirius' old human background before the Titan in him awoke. Other Titans that Regulus had met were more casual around Fafnir than he would ever dare to be, though Fafnir seemed to pay no mind.

After all, he was but a tool, a limb of his Lord's great plan.

"Knowledge of biochemistry, biology and plants," Regulus read, before pondering. "We just set up a new Agriculture department, but there isn't a designated Vice-President yet, is there?"

"No. This candidate will be perfect for that role though," Sirius said.

Regulus stood up, adjusting his tie. "Well, I think it's time to induct my first Titan, eh?"

Sirius nodded.

"And of course, you come too. Team effort and all that," Regulus said. "Haven't had a good threesome in a while."

Sirius now grinned. "Of course, Mr. President." He turned around. "I'll go bring him up."

Sirius walked back to the elevator door, and went back down to the main lobby. Regulus would have, at most, ten minutes to prepare, so he went to a door behind him on the luxurious office, with the fancy woodwork, silk curtains, rows of bookshelves (all of which he had read in just a few months thanks to his new abilities, which has only increased his own knowledge on everything from astrophysics to Ancient Latin to art history), and the big TV and couches, this time with the space and room for a TRANSCENDER VR system that he and the other Titans had gotten a decent amount of use out of during development.

Despite the constant studying of many topics to the point he could be considered an expert, the long days in the office to make the company ever greater, and the intense social life he had developed since he emerged as President, (not to mention all the sex he was having with Sirius and the other Titans and workers), he somehow found time to even relax with video games, among them the best games ever made for VR that would soon be released, further cementing the companies hold on the media market that Regulus had invested heavily in.

Only needed, at most an hour of sleep a week thanks to his change helped with that.

Regulus opened the door, a full length mirror on the other side. He adjusted his tie and jacket, ensuring the incredibly expensive, custom tailored clothes fit his massive body perfectly. He looked over himself, then frowned. He grabbed a comb, and ran it through his hair, arranging his long, silvery white hair in just the right style. Like that of a lion's mane. The beard and mustache further helped with that impression, crowning his head.

Thus satisfied, Regulus closed the door, just in time for the elevator door to ding, and opened.

Regulus grinned, and turned around as Sirius guided the shy, nervous young man into the room.

"Welcome to TRANSCENDER," Regulus said.

You are going to love it.