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"In more ways than one, honey bun."

"Call me appetized."

"How about I call you an appetizer?"

"I think you'll want to treat me like the main dish."

Xander smiled when he said it. This new version of him that actively enjoyed flirting was fun. Until only recently, flirting had been a chore, and one that mostly served as a source of anxiety. Now, he was confident, relaxed - mostly - and while the causation and correlation were a little jumbled, horny as hell all the time. Honestly, the heat had gotten so intense and constant that he'd had to start using meditation techniques to handle it, but it was Friday night, he'd jacked off twice that morning, twice at lunch, and again in a coffee shop bathroom that had serendipitously had a mop and bucket left in it by one of the employees, and not an ounce of his thirst had been slaked. So the anthropomorphic rabbit had gone to a bar on a mission to pick someone up he could coat inside and out with seed, and it seemed like he had in fact found three.

He had sat down in the lounge-style bar on a dark blue easy chair with a Manhattan in his hand catty-cornered to a forest green couch that hosted a tall, slightly pudgy hare who was flanked by a pair of much smaller pine martens. It was clear to Xander that the trio was on a date. It was a date he planned to join. By the expressions he was getting, it was a date that was looking for a fourth and had just found one. What a lucky happenstance.

The hare introduced himself. Everyone was exchanging lusty smirks all around - even to the point of goofiness, once it had been established sex was very much on the menu. "Name's Rath. These two are Gal and Hedon." Hedon wore a purple bandana on his forehead and had slightly rounder ears. Gal had two matching purple studs in his right ear, which was, along with his left, slightly sharper. In the dim lighting, it wasn't quite clear, but Gal also had faintly darker brown fur. It didn't help that they had intentionally worn the same outfit of tight-fitting black V-neck shirts and ass-hugging blue jeans, as well as gorgeous white gold wedding bands identifying them as (probably) husbands who had adopted Rath into their relationship. For his part, Rath and his long, erect ears were the yellow-brown color of sand, while Xander and his lop ears were the brown-yellow color of a fawn. Rath had not dressed to impress: he wore loose-fitting sweatpants that bulged outrageously at his crotch and a gray hoodie. Xander suspected a prosthetic or just generous packing with socks and towels supplied the bulge, but it was fun to look at, nonetheless. Xander wore a neat button-up shirt the color and sheen of sapphire and equally neat, jet black slacks. Both were tailored to hug his taut frame without making a big deal out of it. He was a little taller than the martens and substantially bulkier - another effect of his recent changes.

With appearances established, we the voyeurs may now return to the conversation at hand.

"Nice to meet you Rath, Gal, Hedon," Xander responded. "Name of Xander. If you're looking for a fourth tonight, count me in. And if you're not, maybe let me show you something new." For part of Xander's brain, this casual arrogance was hideously terrifying. It was brash, brazen, crass, forced - but again and again, when he let this part of himself out, as long as he didn't act like an ass, people seemed to like it. Walking the line between confidence and jackassery can be delicate, but rewarding, he was finding. It still felt like he was playing a character on stage, but it was one he was increasingly comfortable adopting.

"Well, I'm convinced," Gal said in a soft titter to the marten on the other side of Rath. He looked up at the hare, who was easily a foot taller than he. "Rath?"

"Sure, but we all just sat down - let's talk and drink and get to know each other, yeah?"

Hedon nodded quickly enough that it was apparent he wasn't as easily convinced to welcome someone into the group's bedroom as the other two. Gal tilted his head curiously. It made his earrings glimmer in the dusky environment. Rath was sipping on a beer so dark it looked black while Hedon had a glass of wine and Gal had a vodka cocktail of some kind.

Xander wasn't looking forward to just sitting and chatting for the next half-hour or so. He was so parched for some action - especially with this attractive trio - that he was struggling to keep down his arousal. Besides that, his appetites were more than sexual, these days, and in a room full of people with loosened inhibitions and judgments, his willpower was undergoing rapid erosion. It was so rare as to be only legends and whispers in the dark outside Xander's closest circle of contacts, but he was one of a handful of individuals with the ability to carry out such desires. The longer he was around people, the stronger his need became. He could smell each individual in the room like he'd known them since childhood. He felt more like a wolf than a rabbit. His fingers tapped against his glass in a rapid flutter and then he hid a steadying, deep breath in a casual lean back against his chair.

"Fine by me," he said while the wave of wanting passed over him and through him. "What do you all do by day?"

They chatted for a while about the usual things while making regular passes at one another. Gal in particular seemed to enjoy making sure Xander was watching while he "idly" stroked his own upper thigh. Hedon made eyes at him over the rim of his wine glass every time he took a sip. Rath seemed just flooded with serotonin. He felt no need to show himself off, or show his companions off, or do anything but smile warmly at the newcomer, speak in his rough, friendly baritone voice, and carry on as though he weren't packing a pair of watermelons in his lap and being fawned over by two beautiful twinks.

For Xander, it was more than just something to fill time. He often intentionally didn't get to know his flings. He didn't want to, because of the things he sometimes did to them and the guilt he felt afterwards. It wasn't that he wanted to carry out the things he did. It was that the urge overpowered him.

He blinked as a thought slipped through his struggle against his desires. So, should I even be here in the first place? No, no. He'd felt the hunger's hot breath and primal force overcome him. So, now that I know that, shouldn't I leave?

This was at least different from the usual struggles, maybe because he was flirting with more than one person at once. He got to know their chemistry: the way Rath's hand would almost subconsciously find its way under Hedon's bandana to pet his head; the way Gal's tail twitched when he didn't want to admit he found a dumb joke charming; the way Gal was confidently bad at carrying a conversation and Hedon would quietly supplement the empty space and awkward points without really drawing attention to himself. The dynamic of support within a context of everyone wanting to proceed with due haste to Bone Town made the entire experience even more ravishing than before.

But I probably shouldn't even be here. But I don't think I had a choice. And besides, I'll clean up after and it'll all be okay in the morning.

Alas, the pleasant conversation did end, because the Bone Town station was the destination and given how delighted all members of the assembled party seemed to be, the Bone Town Express was going full speed ahead with no signs of slowing. It was not a crazy train, nor was it going off the rails. It was on the rails, which groaned with anticipation as the train prepared to ram into the station with heedless abandon. Metaphors aside, once the glasses were empty, the throuple and their new date piled into the marten couple's car and after fifteen minutes of barely stifled fondling in the backseat - and Xander struggling the entire ride not to indulge himself - they stumbled in a hot and bothered hurry through the front door of a small house. There was a race for the bedroom and a constant ruffle of rapidly shucked clothes, leaving a trail on the spiraling wooden stairs.

Xander shoved Gal face-first down on the bed and yanked off hot pink briefs with his teeth. He stood back up to grind his over-virile, over-libidinal, oversized package against the marten's ass. He'd had an almost wrist-thick trouser snake crawling down the leg of his slacks since getting in the car and now that purpling occupant had slipped out his boxer shorts. In a fit of heated annoyance, he shoved them off his legs to let the eight-inch beast of a cock spring to attention above nuts easily the size of plump grapefruits. He laid his body across Gal's roughly and growled quietly, "Lube?" I shouldn't be here. I'm not in my right mind.

"Bedside drawer."

"How much dick can that fabulous ass take?"

"As much as you can give."

"You don't know how much I can give."

Gal grinned impishly and pointed over at Rath. "I take him sometimes."

Xander looked up. His jaw dropped. Well over two feet of lapine cock were staring back at him. There were veins thick enough to support a whole limb crawling along its surface. It needed a paid geologist to properly describe outside of "an enormous, throbbing cock." And it extended from the hips of a pudgy hare who was certainly no taller than six feet. Using his hands, Xander framed the head of the massive meat, then translated the frame through the air to Gal's ass. He screwed up his face in an incredulous stare, looked at Rath, and repeated the motion. He mouthed, "How."

Rath just grinned and said, "Try out that lube."

"But... diaphragms..."

"I said the same thing the first time. The lube makes 'em like rubber. And," he added with one finger in the air, "they love it."

Xander reached over to the little wooden bedside table and retrieved a surprisingly elegant, surprisingly glass bottle. It had a faintly floral shape to it and read in frilly script, "Lily Boutique." Xander frowned because he knew that place and knew it was run by a nut job. It was the same nut job who had been part of curing him of the hedonistic rampage he'd gone on before he had even the faintest of control over his new... needs. He gulped. He could resist. He was just here to get enough spunk out of his system to let him sleep at night. He didn't keep up his frown or his inner monologue for long because his cock was trapped between his hips and a gorgeous twink's ass, so he uncorked the bottle, rubbed some of the slick stuff between his fingertips, and pressed two of them inside the welcoming warmth of Gal's rear end.

The marten moaned with a pleasured sigh of relief behind the sound. He spread open easily. Within just a few seconds of slowly twirling his fingers and pressing them gradually past each knuckle, Xander felt himself get even harder than before. Part of his transformation from a reticent asexual to a heat-seeking satyr had given him some command of how big and how long his manhood could really get. Eight inches was the minimum and that already limited his options of sex partners. Twelve was much more the norm. He lined up the throbbing, growing head under Gal's tail, mooshed it against the well-lubricated hole, and pushed.

Three inches slid in almost without resistance. He backed up an inch and pushed in three more. His hands fawned over Gal's slender back as the marten's greedy cries of pleasure pealed into the room with each hard, eager thrust. Again, again, again, and hilted, well before most other dudes would have already cried uncle. Xander couldn't help himself. He was too horny to think, too horny to stop his hips. He jackhammered with abandon while he anchored himself to Gal by yanking up on the slimmer male's underarms. He was nearing climax fast, faster than he'd wanted, faster than was possible for most people, but he'd needed to cum inside someone all day. Jacking off wasn't the same, even if he did it half a dozen times like he had today. He needed real release, with another person, or he'd lose himself and end up... he cleansed his mind of the thought. I won't. Rath and Hedon licked their lips and swallowed drily at the display.

"F-f-fuck, FUCK!" he shouted as he lunged forward, as deep as he could go into the marten's ass, and came. In other lays, he'd back out nearly immediately, but after what the lube could clearly do, he stayed stuffed in, with the tip of his member making a bulge in his bottom's belly and the girth of it sealing every drop of his cum inside. He came in gouts that visibly distended Gal's abdomen with each burst. Gal howled.

"Ah, he cums like you, Rath, ah, fuck yes...!"

Xander's ears perked up as he was reminded of the bigger man. His eyes locked on the massive log of hare flesh that was still exposed on the bed, though now, Hedon had positioned himself under it and was hugging it like a body pillow as he watched his husband getting slammed into the mattress. Xander wanted it. He was ravenous for it. But he had someone to bloat, first.

Two someones. Maybe three.

He finally ceased his tetanic thrust of climax, then used massively developed thighs to leap-push-lift Gal up onto the bed without dismounting. Kneeling between the marten's spread thighs, he started thrusting again, less feverishly. Hedon was stroking and grinding along the length of Rath's impossibly monstrous member. He licked it constantly, drinking down precum whenever it oozed out and even stuffing his tongue into the slit, which made Rath groan low each time.

"You all do this a lot?" Xander asked, pretending to be casual while he fucked Gal, one hand on the man's hip and one pushing his upper back and face into the bed. He wasn't a naturally aggressive person - or, he didn't think he was - but he loved the sounds it eked out of his mount. He knew more than anything how to read and pleasure someone.

Hedon answered, "We try. Most get scared when they see that thing and don't stick around."

"Wimps," Gal gasped between thrusts. Experimentally, Xander fishhooked him with a finger before his next thrust. Gal's eyes rolled up and he went back to inarticulate moaning.

"You seem like it's not your first rodeo, though, is it, Xan?" Rath asked.

Xander had been through some weird, weird things in his life. A two-foot cock wasn't commonplace, but it didn't break his brain. Even so... he wanted it. "I've been weird places," he hedged. He kept thrusting, like a machine, quads and glutes of iron pumping into Gal in steady, rolling motions. The little marten's stretchy rear felt incredible. The insatiable rabbit felt under that trim belly and could practically jack himself off on the bulge pushing out of it. He rubbed himself a few times and closed his eyes in shuddering pleasure as he did.

"Hey, turn him this way. I got an idea." Rath repositioned himself on the bed while Hedon clung to him by his cock and hips. Xander shuffled around a bit as well so the two martens were facing one another. They kissed hotly in their inverse arrangement and explored one another's chests and flanks with their hands and fingers. Xander's attention was riveted on them. His heart melted. His frazzled mind could read emotions in a heartbeat. This wasn't a kiss of merely wanton passion - they loved one another. His heart ached for a long moment while he felt lifted out of time.

"Yeah," Rath breathed. The word pulled Xander back to the present. Rath flexed firmly, and his enormous shaft drooled precum against Gal's forehead whenever Xander's motions tapped him against the head of the hare's cock. At last, Rath started thrusting along Hedon's body. The little marten whined against his partner's lips blissfully as he felt his entire torso stroked by that mammoth piece.

Conversation broke down as both tops heightened their rhythm. Xander needed to see Rath cum. He himself needed to cum again. His sex-obsessed body had gladly transmuted hundreds, thousands of calories of his meals today to jizz, and he knew what he was capable of. He felt like his personality had dimmed and compressed to a fraction of what he knew it to be in his quest for release. I have to hold on. He knew he needed to be careful. I can't keep doing this. He knew the little marten ass, the pretty marten face, and the colossal hare cock were his, and as he thought about it, he began slamming his hips into Gal's ass again until he came in another tempest of pleasure.

I think I'm going to, though.

Gal's belly swelled with rabbit cum with every stream. The slimmer male made a muffled scream of ecstasy into Hedon's mouth as he felt himself being filled up, bloated beyond reason. His belly lifted him an inch off the bed as he got stuffed with cups, pints, a gallon of the stuff, and Xander wasn't done. Rath leaned over his toy marten and thrust harder as he watched the display. He huffed as his hips worked and precum began to spill generously over Hedon's face and neck. Xander's orgasm lasted for well over a minute and when it was done, Rath let out a low, rumbling groan of climax and his finally began.

A geyser of semen fired out of that cannon of a cock to instantly soak Gal's entire back. Gushes of the stuff easily filled the distance between Rath and Xander to drench the rabbit's chest and hips as he stared in shock. "Skies above," he whispered in awe while waves of gyzym coated him and his mount, neck to groin, and oozed off him in layers. At some point, the two smaller males came as well, their squeals of ecstasy only driving Rath to keep his orgasm flowing for two, three, four more bursts of musky, thick, permeating jizz.

Panting heavily, the hare sat back up to observe his painted masterpieces. He had the contented look of a king. "And now," he heaved patiently while his enormous member throbbed with the aftershocks of climax, "I'll have my Gal back..." He reached forward, took the limp, dripping Gal's nape in his hand, pulled forward, and slipped the marten's narrow muzzle inside the slit of his cock.

Xander's eyes widened. The bigger bun watched with a grin. Xander stared, enrapt, as Gal was slid off his cock and into the other man's. It stretched easily - although with its phenomenal girth, it didn't need to by much - and accepted the cum-glazed mustelid's head, neck, and shoulders. As they slid in, Hedon seemed completely unconcerned: he simply lapped at his husband's descending form and pressed his lithe body more closely against the cock consuming it.

"I don't believe this..." Xander breathed. His dick slid out completely from Gal's rear end. It was still pulsing with readiness despite all it had already done. He licked his lips in empathetic hunger while the marten slowly disappeared. And his resolve crumbled to dust.

"He'll be fine, if that's what you're worried about," Rath murmured between gasps and moans of pleasure, misinterpreting Xander's mute stare. The creature he was swallowing into his loins writhed and slid against his pleasure centers. "Normally, I wouldn't do this on a first date, but you seem... experienced with the weird," the hare said through a predatory smile. "If you wouldn't mind plumping up my other meal so I can feel good and stuffed?" he suggested, with a gesture to Hedon, still on his back. Hedon obediently let his maw gape open. The first thing it encountered was his husband's pink, well-spent cock, and he wrapped his lips around it to make the vanishing man yelp and squirm, which in turn made Rath groan low. The hare flexed his loins, and that much smaller cock slipped inside Rath's, along with Gal's ass, then thighs, then knees, and finally calves and feet. Steadily, inevitably, every inch of the man was claimed by Rath's flesh, until his form slid down its belly and the toes disappeared from sight, to dump the flexible mustelid into Rath's sac.

Xander was more turned on than he had been this entire time. He eagerly walked his knees forward as he opened Hedon's jaw with his thumb and began cramming his own member into the marten's maw. Despite his more reserved nature, Hedon didn't struggle in the slightest. His throat welcomed Xander's cock and began swallowing around it. "I can't believe this," Xander muttered again, and yet, he kept pushing forward, sliding himself into the smaller man.

"I love that you're into it. We've never met someone like you, Xan." Rath backed up towards the head of the bed and sat back on his heels. He picked up Hedon's feet and almost nonchalantly began feeding the smaller man's toes into the greedy slit of his cock. He only broke his mien of cocky dominance to hiss with pleasure as those clawed feet slipped in. Xander's eyes were wide, fascinated, overwhelmed with the perverse impossibility of it all. He kept pushing until his nuts were stuffed up under Hedon's face. The marten seemed for a moment like he was struggling, but then it became clear he was just trying to even better wrap himself around that cock and cling to Xander's hips with his hands while the enormous, gulping cock around his feet started trying to pull him off it. Breathing seemed to be a secondary concern. He must have swallowed some of that magical lube earlier.

The rabbit fell forward on his hands so he could more easily keep pace with the cock that was stealing his prey. His hips never stopped bucking, once they started, through that smooth, hot, wet throat, and he watched gleefully as it bulged out Hedon's throat hugely. The scent of sex was everywhere and was dominated by the massive man that he was crawling towards with each pump of his hips. Little muffled yelps were eked out with each thrust. His eyes moved to Rath's now-occupied nutsack, which bulged and roiled with the movements of its meal. His gaze climbed up to Rath's belly, which seemed to have transformed: where before it had been pudgy and somewhat shapeless, it was now firm and somewhat muscular. The pectorals, which had sagged, were more taut than before.

"I'm stronger when I'm full," Rath said through a grin while Xander got steadily closer. "I love the feeling of having them inside me. What about you? You've seen something like this before, haven't you?" His voice was hopeful, eager, greedy, ravenous. Xander knew when he'd met a predator.

Finally, he responded. "Yeah," he said while he shoved Hedon's hips inside Rath's cock, "I've seen it. I've done it." Rath's eyes widened. Xander kept advancing. He remembered nineteen. He'd had nineteen inside him, before. But each of them taken in one at a time, even if they'd all been in there at the same time eventually. Three at once was a feast his instincts bellowed for. They shouted down any resistance his mind could offer.

Hedon's member slipped out of sight. His belly disappeared into his lover's cock. "I've had nineteen in me at once," he growled gutturally. Rath's eyes got even wider. He opened his jaws to pant with excitement. Xander's teeth were grit with his nearing third climax of the night as he thought about what he was about to do, had to do, couldn't stop himself from doing - he was so, so...

hungry

"But none of them were as big as you" thrust "or as hung as you" thrust "or as FULL as you!" He snarled like a lion, grabbed the head of Rath's cock to squeeze it around the muzzle that was the only thing left of Hedon's vanishing form to keep it out just long enough to keep it stuffed, and came into that waiting throat in thick, unending streams. Rath could feel, could see the marten's belly bloat inside his own cock. He could feel the warmth spreading out from Hedon's center while Xander bucked into him. His gaze was riveted on the much smaller rabbit's, even as it slid away from him because he was growing with his meal, even as it chased up, after him, hands walking up his body, feeling, testing, sampling him, gripping around his face, grabbing him to pull his head to Xander's suddenly gaping maw...

and for once, Xander paused. Hedon's nose slipped out of sight, and his muzzle slipped off Xander's cock, leaving that cock fully docked inside Rath's while the two were frozen in a bizarre tableau.

The smaller man was having a blinding moment of clarity. He'd been warned about the hunger and the lust when they'd been given to him. He'd nearly always given into them, knowing his... patron, one could call him, or perhaps his sponsor, could bring people back even if Xander couldn't, and the only thing it cost the rabbit, ultimately, was time spent paying a growing debt. In that bedroom, though, he realized, in a moment, that he had seen a flash of fear and anger flicker across Rath's lusting visage. It wasn't fear for oneself. It was fear for others. It was a reminder of that sense of unity and companionship he had felt back in the bar. His drowning conscience gripped that idea, clung to it, amplified it, kindled it, and like a man coming out of shock, he blinked rapidly.

"I-if," he stuttered, "If you want, that is." They were both still fiercely erect. The heat hadn't left. It had just slowed - been put on hold, for the sake of acquiring that most arousing thing: consent.

Rath breathed a few times. "How do I know you'll let them go?" he asked. Not "us." "Them." He flexed his loins, almost not realizing he had. It made Xander whimper out a gasp of pleasure.

"You struggle with this, too, don't you?" Xander asked, searching Rath's eyes. They were golden-brown, he noticed. "It feels good to be full. The hunger never stops."

"I don't know it the way you do, man, but I know it." He smirked faintly. "I saw the way you watched them kiss, you know."

"I wouldn't end that," Xander swore in an instant.

Rath's face broke into a grin. "Put us in you, Xan. I guarantee they want it, too." His two swollen nuts squirmed in what one had to assume was accord. "But take pics after - I'll bet we make you look like the hottest thing this side of the sun."

Xander smiled and realized immediately it was the first real smile he'd had on in weeks. He didn't need telling twice. He cupped Rath's chin in one hand and tugged him down. He pressed his lips to the other lapine's lips. He licked them once, lapped a full circle around his muzzle in thanks, then yawned wide and, impossibly, enveloped the larger male's head in his jaws.

His eyes rolled back in his head. The predator mindset inside him howled with triumph as it started to surround and claim something so much bigger than he was. But there was something new, there, something that smoothed the ferocious high the way theanine in tea smoothes out the high of the caffeine: affection and gratitude. Rath was gifting him this experience.

He'd never had someone so big before. He wasn't even sure if he could. He'd stretched his newly elastic body around strong physiques, but this was something different, something supernatural. The more he strained, though, the hungrier he got and the more he needed to contain his meal. Maybe there really was no limit. His jaws stretched around shoulders that were growing even while Xander engulfed them. Rath's hands, which started getting trapped against his sides, roamed the smaller man's body blindly, worshipping the hard, lean physique that was about to take him in. The hare grew to six and a half, seven, seven and a half feet as his body absorbed huge fractions of the martens that lay in the hormonal source of his masculinity, so that Xander had to keep swallowing just to keep up with him - but he did. His lips surrounded newly bulging pectorals and his tongue lined up along a deepening abdominal groove. He was doing it. He was really going to consume Rath and his two marten lovers.

He'd never taken in three at a time like this before. He'd had many in sequence, but always one at a time, giving his body time to absorb and incorporate them independently, such that each was actually successively easier. This would be new. This would be a type of full he'd never felt. His hands lifted up the mammoth cock between his legs and crammed it in his lower jaw to get it squeezed between Rath's packed abdomen and Xander's tongue. His hands stroked it worshipfully, spreading heady cum across its breadth and length, then dropped to the twitching, swollen, marten-sized nuts beneath it. He had seen this beast cum once before: now, he wanted to feel it inside him. On all fours, with his cheeks and neck and jaws and torso stretching like rubber to contain his meal, he rocked himself back and forth as though fellating Rath's entire body. Low moans and a throbbing pulse told him it was working.

Only one thing had ever escaped Xander once he'd set his eyes on it. He'd learned to control himself, if only marginally. He'd learned the catch-and-release philosophy. But even so, Xander had by now consumed dozens of others and carried them around inside himself for hours or days at a time while his conscience combatted primal urges that he'd never had before a few short months prior. He'd always let them go eventually, partially out of goodwill but largely due to threat from the source that had helped him tame his urges - the one he hadn't consumed. Tonight, the reason was changing, but tonight, the fact of his hunger was still the same inevitability it had always been.

And nothing had made him feel more like an unstoppable force than right now, as he claimed this trio. His lips climbed over ass, thighs, and low-hanging, stuffed-full nuts. As soon as they'd gone inside his warm body, their owner roared in climax and Xander's belly, already distended absurdly with the form of the larger male, went rapidly soft and shapeless as hot cum flooded him. His eyes rolled up in his head again as he felt it. Gallons of spunk, tens of gallons, practically ballooned him - and slicked the path Rath was unstoppably following. Knees, calves, and ankles slid inside Xander's unceasing gullet while the climax stormed on. The rabbit was resting on top of his meal and suspended in the air by it when he set both hands to the big paws still outside him - the last bits that were his to take - and stuffed them past his teeth.

click

gulp

And Rath, and Gal, and Hedon, were his.

They are, he corrected himself with a smile, but just for now.

The transformation started almost immediately. Xander's predation was different depending on whether his meal went into his own nuts or his belly. They were, technically, safer in his balls, where they had organs to cling to and become a part of when Xander absorbed their mass. His stomach was different, but he'd been trained over time. The same malleability of flesh that allowed him to swallow these impossible meals whole and contain them could be used to change the way his previously demonically ravenous gut had worked before. The predatory overdrive that would absorb them into his flesh began, but Xander reserved a pocket of his body for his new occupants, a safe organ to store their forms in, which would be preserved in miniature so he could restore them later without needing to ask for help.

Meanwhile, Xander grew. He felt it all over his body. While the form in his comically distended belly diminished, his thighs and ass swelled with muscle. While Rath's body shrunk from over seven feet tall to six, to five, to four, Xander's grew from five and a half to six, and taller, and taller. He took in pound upon pound of flesh, and like begat like: those hyperphallic loins bloated his already enormous cock to absurd proportions. He rolled onto his back to watch it eagerly. This was part of why his hunger had gotten the way it had - he'd wanted to see what he looked like with this cock. It pulsed and drooled and spat precum as it grew by inches at a time and balls filled out like a time lapse of pumpkins. Biceps beefed up, triceps transformed, lats got larger and with each increase, valleys formed that defined each individual muscle that slid and shifted and expanded under Xander's skin. He couldn't not get hard again, watching himself hypertroph like this and feed off his enormous meals. He had the body of a god - again - but this time, he had three men inside him who wanted him to look this way. He began stroking his cannon of a cock with both hands. He found his phone and took half a dozen photos of himself.

Xander was not really the type to smirk. Even in all this hazy, insane lust, what he had wasn't arrogance: it was certainty. And so, when he began to use the intrinsic abilities of his body to compress these new hundreds of pounds of mass down to size, he didn't smirk. He watched with breathless, but ready fascination as his new body compacted back to his original size - everything except the thirty-inch dick throbbing and steely and turgid that reached up to his chin - but that original size now with perfectly-defined everything. He'd taken the leanest components of his meals and put them into his physique, like he always did, and transferred the rest into hyperdense pockets in himself, to either burn off as energy or transmute into cum, however he saw fit. It was tempting to flood this room with them, but... he wanted to see this trio again. He had promised, both them and himself.

Besides the fact that if he never let them out again, he'd get found out and done away with forever post-haste.

So, he snapped another few photos of himself looking like this for memories and reference. He let his fingers trail over the new lines in his body, some of which included the faint, but clearly drawn outlines of a hare and two martens in his obliques. Standing in their shower, he jacked off another two times, using both hands on the hyper cock he now had, until the cum pooled around his feet, just thinking of the different permutations he could experience with this trio in the future. Then, he showered, dried off, and adjusted his body to fit inside his clothes again. While stuffing his enormous loins into his underwear, he suddenly chortled. So that was why Rath had said the two martens were "part of the package." Cute.

He tapped in an address and a request for a rideshare service to a pizza place. Sure, he felt more satiated than he had in the months since he'd transformed, but even so...

He was hungry.

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Epilogue

The white-furred, mustelid owner of the Lily Boutique gently stroked the lower jaw of his Assistant, a small sable named Listens, while he finished collecting this week's sample. It would be concentrated and diluted a few times to purify the elasticizing agent the little creature produced and make it safely marketable. He'd check in on the marten couple who had purchased the last batch to see if there were any lasting effects soon. No one really knew what these Assistants were made of - only that they were designed for service and desired to serve. So far, he'd isolated neurological stimulants, metabolic stimulants, and of course, sexual stimulants, but all the effects were short-lived and mass spectrometry had failed to identify their molecular makeup. The only time effects had lasted longer than a weekend had been when that rabbit Xander had briefly consumed and fused with two of them at once. The ermine's loins stirred at the memory, but he frowned. His suspicion that the Assistants weren't chemical at all - that they didn't obey the same laws as the rest of matter and energy - seemed more and more likely. It tracked with their other properties, he supposed as he looked into the far-off, star-like pinpricks of light that served as pupils in the empty blackness of Listens's eyes. He knew the small creature to in fact weigh well over fifty kilograms, but when he scruffed it, he was easily able to lift it with one hand.

"What are you?" he muttered for the hundredth time.

"I don't know," it answered him in its silky, synthetic voice.

Someone had to know. They had to have come from somewhere.

Ah, well. At least they were fun to play with.