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Friends with Benefits

Written by Leo_Todrius

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The morning felt as though time itself had been distilled into perfect clarity. The air hung on to just a hint of the chill from the previous night, though it would quickly fade as the early summer heat baked the city. The bark dust accumulated behind the retaining wall of the nearby yard smelled of rich cedar and there was a tart, acrid aroma from the rough green shrubs at the corner. Tall trees cast a small shadow across the sidewalk, holding back the coming heat. In the winter it provided shelter from the rain and the wind. It was a spot that Adam had come to every school morning for four years. It was a spot he wouldn't have a need to visit for very much longer.

Adam knew that most of his peers were not self aware enough to realize how good they had it. In the rush to grow up, few savored the freedom and lack of responsibilities in their high school years. Adam had been thankful for his foresight, giving himself the chance to enjoy every moment he could. He'd finally passed his eighteenth birthday, catching up to his friends. The next milestones weren't far behind.

A sputtering gurgle came as the school bus rounded the corner, its warm apricot hue glowing in the morning sun. The vehicle rumbled and shuddered to a stop in front of Adam, his reflection catching in the glass panes of the passenger door. Adam was six feet tall and well over two hundred pounds. Kind brown eyes peered through black rectangular glasses. His head was framed with shaggy chestnut brown hair, though one strand of his bangs was a lighter wheat brown, far darker than the modest rectangular scruff that stretched across his wide chin. His red t-shirt had more x's than he had classes. He wore baggy activewear pants, more so for the stretchable waistline and baggy inseam than any delusion that he would take part in activities.

The doors squeaked open and Adam ascended, moving down the aisle of seats at an angle to allow his large belly to fit through. He made it a third of the way back and slipped into one of the bench seats, sinking down onto the old brown pleather. Even if he hadn't been fat, which he had been since the start of middle school, he would have had a hard time fitting because of his height. His knees sunk into the back of the seat in front of him over half way, making for a rather unusual sensation should the next passenger hit a bump and feel something so sturdy in their spine.

Without much delay, the bus started rumbling through the suburban neighborhood, weaving the same path it took every day, year after year. It was a labyrinth of ranch style homes. Most only had a few square feet of lawn and even smaller back yards. A few had gone all out with flowers or trees. Occasionally Adam would catch a glimpse of some of his neighbors. There were a few that caught his eye, particularly the male ones... Sometimes a fleeting glimpse of one young man covered in engine grease from his truck would live in Adam's mind for hours.

The young man's rosy cheeks grew rosier as he drifted off into such a fantasy, his baggy pants unable to hide the rather large shifting of movement as some blood inevitably found its way to his erection. Adam shifted his hips enough that the loose folds of fabric suppressed his erection. It seemed he was always horny these days and while a man of his size wouldn't be able to hide it easily, the baggy clothes did help.

By the time that Adam had recollected himself, he nearly had missed the fact that they had arrived at his most anticipated destination - not the school, but the bus stop where his best friends would be waiting. The door had barely squeaked open before the bus lurched and bounced with enthusiastic steps. Tufts of sun gold hair stuck out from beneath a battered black beanie, the morning light glinting off double earrings and a silver ring on his bottom lip. The eighteen year old's well tanned cheeks had been consumed over the last few weeks by thick honey colored mutton chops that were dense, soft, and heavily pettable. A white tank top showed off biceps and triceps far bigger than any high schooler had a right to possess and his backpack was uncharacteristically plump, stuffed with far more than his class work.

A more languid figure followed in the blond's wake, his black dreadlocks dyed red on the ends and pulled back into a ponytail. Like Adam, this senior had a rectangular goatee on his chin but he seemed to be trying to grow the same mutton chops their mutual friend possessed. His orange jersey complimented the rich brown hues of his skin. The blond all but dropped himself onto Adam's bench and slid a muscled arm around the larger man's shoulders, leaving their other friend to sit behind, though he leaned forward and draped an arm over Adam's right shoulder, staying close even as the bus began to move again.

The three shared a closeness, an intimacy that was uncommon in the school, though no one seemed bold enough to say anything about it. For some, the hesitation to joke or even comment about it came down to Axel's popularity. While the blond had never joined a team, he'd helped every single one of them out with practices, even teaching some of the athletes tricks they'd never known. Deacon, by contrast, had been instrumental in the cumulative grade point average of the school keeping them well funded. While he had not been a member of any of the extracurricular clubs, he'd dabbled and hosted study halls, helping students shore up their knowledge.

Both young men had acted like the glue that kept the school together, but it was Adam that kept them together. They had been loyal friends since elementary school. They were inseparable. No activity was important enough to take them away from one another, and it was a certainty that whatever their future held, they would take it on together. Sometimes Adam wondered if that was why no one seemed to comment on their closeness. Maybe it wasn't fear or concern, maybe it was just a simple fact of life. The three had always been together, a unit, him and his bros.

"You got everything you need for this weekend?" Adam asked with a smile.

"No." Deacon replied with a mild smile, "He didn't pack anything other than his pillow and three different pairs of shoes."

"You go around barefoot half the time..." Adam said.

"I brought some hats too..." Axel protested.

"It's going to be ninety." Deacon said. Axel huffed and leaned his head on Adam's shoulder. Adam nearly had to close his eyes to avoid vibrating with delight. It was true that they had always been close, but over the last few weeks, it had started to take on an edge, an extra chemistry. It wasn't just that they were being friendly, they were always touching, always close. Adam fantasized that Axel would come up just a bit closer and- and then he did. Adam felt a soft, thick, bushy bristle against his cheek. Axel had brought his head right alongside his. Once more his large, fat cock began to stir in his pants, slinking down his leg, making an obscene spectacle.

Deacon's hand slipped down a little lower, fingers delicate, cautious, careful. At first it seemed like a casual move from the way the bus was vibrating, but then those fingers began to circle around Adam's right nipple, instinctively finding the edge of his areola. Adam inhaled sharply at that, blushing ever brighter. Most of the time he would forget how big he was, pushing it out of his mind. He was smart, he was relatively funny, people liked him. It was hard to be bigger than everyone else when he thought about it, but it didn't seem like Axel or Deacon minded. In fact, it was almost as if they liked it, like they were encouraged by his size.

"I'm sure I'll have everything I need this weekend, right Adam?" Axel asked from centimeters away. Adam turned, his brown eyes looking into Axel's hazel ones. He gave a barely imperceptible nod of agreement, too flushed to say anything. The bus lurched to a stop and the doors opened, admitting another pair of students. Deacon's hand slid back up slowly to Adam's shoulder and Axel's head returned to the upright position, though they were still touching all the way down from armpit to ass.

Some small part of Adam wondered if he was imagining it all, if he was seeing things that weren't there... but no other friends were that close, were they? No other friends played with each other's nipples in public... They were all adults now, and they were about to have a weekend sleepover. Maybe they'd finally take it to that next level. As anxious as it made Adam, he knew he couldn't hold back. He'd test their limits, explore what was there, and maybe start the next chapter of his life. He looked back at Deacon who seemed to be grinning there from behind, drinking in his presence. Turning back at Axel, the blond couldn't take his eyes off of him. Adam merely sank back into his seat, unable to tear the grin off of his face.

****

Getting through the school day had been a challenge. It seemed that Adam's blood was everywhere but his brain. Thankfully his English class had been rewarded with the completion of their unit by watching one of the many Great Gatsby movies, though Axel had spent the class running his foot up and down the back of Adam's leg. Social Studies had been a bit harder, although Deacon had given Adam the best shoulder massage, only pulling his fingers away when anyone started to get distracted by their ministrations. Still, the day had come to an end, the trio took the bus ride back, and all three got off at Adam's stop.

The cool nip of the air was long since gone. The air rippled with heat as the sun wafted off the asphalt. The lawns, while green, were bone dry. The aroma of bark dust had grown more tannic and the shrubs smelled distinctly of cat pee. Such was the downside of summer. There was a slight incline from the bus stop to Adam's house, adding a little bit of extra effort. Moisture was starting to dew the pits of Adam's shirt, a lighter moisture making it through the dusting of chest hair he had to start wicking into the front. Still, Axel and Deacon moved at his pace, flanking him on either side - at least until they got to the house.

Adam opened the door and Axel bolted in, navigating around the corner, down the hall and into Adam's room as if he owned the place. There was a thump that echoed through the hardwood floors from his backpack being unceremoniously dropped, then two more thumps as he kicked off his shoes. By the time Adam and Deacon made it around the corner, Axel was in nothing but his beanie, his tank top and khaki shorts that showed off his hairy legs, a tattoo of a stylized mountain range on one ankle. Painted black toenails contrasted with the wood floor as Axel drummed them.

"I guess you're all set." Deacon said with a mirthful smile.

"Hey, I want you to both be at home here!" Adam said, letting his own backpack sink from his shoulders as he took off his large shoes. While Adam didn't partake in sports, he had found that skate shoes were the most comfortable, and at size fifteen feet, few shoes fit him anyway. He blushed faintly as he smelled a bit of a tang coming from his feet, though. The heat had not been kind to them. He reached down hastily to take off his socks in the hopes of hiding the evidence of his odor, at least until there was a light knock from his door. The eyes of all three young men darted up to take in the looming figure in the doorway.

The man was nearing his forties, his head shaved as much for style as a remedy for male pattern baldness. What his scalp lacked, however, the rest of his face made up for. His brownish-black beard was dense. His mustache nearly obscured his upper lip and there was no space around the edge of his lower lip before the beard began. It covered both cheeks entirely, hanging down a good five inches in a well maintained wedge. He'd often complained about the stifling grooming code of work. It seemed he had just gotten back, given the fact he was still wearing one of his black button up shirts.

"Hey dad." Adam smiled. His father grinned.

"Mister Keeler." Axel ad Deacon said in near unison.

"You boys settling in?" Adam's dad asked as he moved into the room, clapping one huge hand onto Axel's thick shoulder, giving it a firm squeeze while another hand slipped down Deacon's back. Deacon seemed to lean into the hand, his eyes going slightly glazed at the contact.

"Yes sir, we're excited for the weekend." Axel said. The older man grinned even more at that and nodded.

"As well you should be. I don't want any of you holding back, okay? The Hendersons are on vacation so there's no one to make a noise complaint. I'm going to be in the garage working on my project most of the weekend, and when I pass out I'll be dead to the world. I want you boys to have the run of the place. Sow your wild oats, rainbow your sixes, whatever it is you kids do these days."

"Dad..." Adam said with embarrassment, averting his eyes. With the eye contact broken, though, Keeler gave a short, deliberate glance at Axel and then Deacon. Both young men gave slight obedient nods. The man's broad grin returned.

"Well, I'll stop harshing your vibe. Have fun boys!" Mister Keeler said before he headed down the hallway, already starting to unbutton his shirt as he walked. No longer interrupted, Adam leaned down and peeled off his socks, a little dismayed at their humidity. He tossed them in the hamper in his closet and looked back at his friends.

"Would you two be okay if I took a quick shower?" Adam asked. An actual strained expression crossed Axel's face.

"A shower?" he asked, almost as if the thought horrified him, "We just got home! We should kick back, play some games, drink some pop! Bros being bros." he said, slinging his arm around Adam's rather broad shoulders, though his head sank down a little as his nostrils flared, drinking in the scent of his best friend. Adam seemed a little flustered. Deacon licked his lips a little before he grinned.

"In fact, what if it's a dare? The first one to shower this weekend loses..." Deacon said, "We're supposed to be going wild, right?" He shrugged. Adam looked dubious.

"Are you sure you two really want to be trapped in a room with me all weekend like that? I'm already ripe." Adam said. Deacon looked at Axel and Axel grinned a little.

"What if I said I liked you ripe?" Axel asked. Adam's eyes fluttered wide in shock.

"What?" he asked, not sure he'd heard him right. Axel shrugged wide.

"Hey, I'm serious. You got a natural musk going on, and I dig it." he said, leaning down to pick up one of Adam's shoes off the floor. Adam grew pale.

"D-dude..." he said, reaching for the shoe. Axel brought it to his face, plunging his mouth, nose and as much of his cheeks into the shoe as he could get before he took a big, deep breath, filling his lungs with it. While Adam was horrified, the rather obvious bulge in his stretchy pants returned. Likewise, Axel's shorts were tenting. Still, Axel withdrew the shoe from his face and broke out laughing. Deacon chuckled as well and Adam broke into nervous laughter by peer pressure as much as anything.

"You're crazy, bro." Deacon said, trying to add just the right amount of salve to the moment. Axel dropped the shoe and gave Adam a grin before grabbing him and dragging him towards the kitchen, intent on getting some snacks. With the other two gone, Deacon started to pant, closing his eyes. He reached up, scratching at the sideburns on his cheek, running his tongue over his bottom lip. It took a moment to recompose himself before he moved over to the hamper and took one of Adam's socks, bringing it up to his nose. He took a big breath, then another, feeling his own nipples tingle and his cock harden. It took every fiber of his being to resist jerking off right there, although he did slip the sock into his pocket. He'd get his chance, but they couldn't do anything to disrupt the plan... not when they were this close.

****

The sun had set and the temperature had dropped, albeit slightly. While Axel and Deacon had succeeded in blocking Adam's attempt to shower, he had traded his red shirt for a black one. Axel had discarded his tank top entirely, revealing his pierced nipples, while Deacon had produced his own black tank top that barely hid anything. He'd also let his hair down, his long dreads cascading across his strong shoulders as he leaned forward, eyes focused on the big screen television in front of them, his fingers meticulously depressing button combinations that had taken years to master.

"No... fuck, FUCK!" Axel cursed, trying to stay in the game. While he had been focusing on Deacon, however, it was Adam's character that came in from behind and bludgeoned him, sending the avatar ricocheting along the interior of the cave system before being ejected out into space. Axel let out a weary sigh and slumped back on the couch.

"Sorry dude." Adam said sheepishly. Axel mock-pouted.

"You're not supposed to be sorry. You're supposed to rub it in my face." Axel said. A faintly playful grin crossed Adam's lips.

"What, like my shoe?" he asked.

"Oh damn!!!!" Deacon said, nearly dropping his controller, though he yelped as his avatar was hit with a sniper shot and went skidding back off the map into oblivion. Adam grinned even more. Axel leaned forward, looking over at Deacon.

"I think we've made a monster." he whispered.

"The weekend just started." Deacon said.

"Rematch?" Axel asked. Adam considered, although he was unable to suppress a yawn.

"Actually, I think I might need to get ready to crash. But the sooner we sleep, the sooner we can get started on tomorrow's festivities." Adam said as he stood up and stretched. As he did, his shirt lifted up, revealing the scattershot of pubic hair that extended up from the waistband of his pants, surrounding his navel and cresting the bottom of his belly. While there was a fine coating of hair across the entire surface, it was quite dense right there.

"Bed actually sounds like a good idea." Deacon said, unable to take his eyes off of Adam. Axel smiled a bit.

"I think I'm going to stretch a little first, you two go on ahead." he said. Adam collected the controllers and returned them to their charging dock while Deacon turned off the television. The two meandered their way down the hallway, disappearing into Adam's bedroom. Axel gave them a few moments, lingering in place before he headed toward the garage door. With one last glance over his shoulder, he opened the garage door, stepped through and pulled the door shut behind him.

The garage was essentially a man cave that many would have aspired to. There was no room for a car in there, but there was practically everything else. A modest bar was set up in the back right corner while a more utilitarian office setup was straight across from the door. The washer and dryer were set behind a partition that masked their utilitarian nature. Instead of holding tools, one wall was covered in shelving and cubbies that held mementos, artifacts, gifts and relics. Mister Keeler moved through the garage like a cryptid. His sleeves were rolled up, his shirt unbuttoned, a tuft of curly chest hair peeking over the top. At first Axel thought he had been unnoticed, but then he met eyes with Adam's father.

"S-sir, everything's going well." Axel said. A thick eyebrow arched slightly.

"If it is, then why are you here? He might grow suspicious." Keeler responded. Axel reached up to scratch at his cheek.

"I, uh, thought you'd want to know?" Axel said. Keeler turned and exhaled with a sigh that was equal parts disappointment and understanding. He moved over, reaching to grab and massage Axel's shoulder.

"I know it's a lot. This is years, even decades in the making. We're almost there. Just do your part, do what feels natural. You're his best friends, and you're about to be a lot more." Keeler said. Axel nodded at that.

"Thank you sir." He said, emboldened. Axel turned and cracked the door to the garage, peeking inside to make sure Adam wasn't there to see him. When he was convinced the coast was clear, he squeezed back into the house and shut the door behind him. Keeler shook his head for a long moment, moving over to the cubbies. Only he knew the significance and insignificance of each piece. Meaningless work awards were mixed in with cigars from far away lands. There was one piece of crystallized glass that looked like yet another work achievement, but as Keeler passed it, the reflection in the facets weren't quite right. It looked like Adam's Father in shape, but the colors were off. His reflection had green skin, slightly pointed ears, and there was something different about his mouth. It was only visible in passing, in the corner of his eye, but Keeler knew to look for it, to feel it.

"Soon... So soon I won't have to wear this damn mask..." Keeler growled, all but clawing at his button up shirt. He hit a button on the wall and watched the garage door rumble open. The sun had long since set, leaving the moon to reign supreme. It was full and robust, tinged by the summer haze to appear more golden than it actually was. Keller smiled with satisfaction, one meaty hand drifting to let his fat fingers start circling a nipple through his shirt. Everything had been building up to this...

****

Adam folded the comforter back on his bed, revealing the fitted sheet beneath that he used rather than bothering with flat sheets. He arranged his pillows just as he always had and turned to look at the floor of his bedroom, dominated by sleeping bags just as they'd been every time Deacon and Axel had come over. It was just as it always had been, and yet... it wasn't. Adam raised his gaze and looked at Deacon sitting on a bean bag chair in the corner, playing with an acoustic guitar, his locs resting across a bare shoulder while the light all but sparkled in his modest goatee. He was tall, strong, handsome and smart.... He was a man, a sexy man. When had that happened? It felt like mere weeks since he'd been complaining that he'd never get to shave, and now he was having to do it once a day.

It also felt like weeks since Adam had realized how much of an idiot he was. He was one of the luckiest bastards that had ever roamed the halls of their school. He had two absolute beefcakes, two of the best bros as his friends... but he wanted more. Was that greed? Was it a delusion? He'd been too afraid to fish around for an answer, afraid to rock the boat. Neither of them had gone on any dates, at least that he was aware of. How could they have time for them? They'd been over at his place more than ever, and their sleepovers were becoming more frequent.

"Oh, sorry, was I distracting?" Deacon asked. Adam looked up, blinking a few times.

"What? Oh, no, not at all. I was too distracting for myself." Adam said. Deacon grinned softly.

"Lost in that beautiful head of yours?" he asked. Adam blinked gently.

"You think it's beautiful?" he asked, barely more than a whisper. Deacon opened his mouth to say something when Axel's hands clapped either side of the door frame.

"Lookin good in here bros!" Axel said, moving over to flop down on the black sleeping bag right at the edge of Adam's bed. Adam swallowed a little. He'd found himself with a bit of an addiction lately. He couldn't fall asleep if he didn't jack off first. He'd already done it a few times with the boys over, though he usually waited for them to fall asleep. Maybe, just maybe, he could do it quietly without having to wait.

"As much as ever. I may have to buy one of those inflatable mattresses for you two though. Don't want you throwing your backs out." Adam said.

"What, us? We like the rough stuff." Deacon grinned. Adam chuckled at that, sitting down on his mattress. They'd eaten junk food, they'd played video games. It was bordering on late, and Adam had already expressed an interest in getting an early start. Adam pulled off his glasses and set them on his nightstand, regretting that his two handsome friends were merely blurs now. He reclined back on the bed, feeling the tug of his t-shirt against his chest, his flanks, and his collar. He never slept with a shirt on when he was alone, but he was embarrassed about his weight. It seemed his friends lacked that issue.

Deacon wore only purple pajama pants that were soft and airy. Axel had taken it further, stripping down to nothing but his boxer briefs. His pierced nipples and ankle tattoo were on full display as he wrestled his half deflated pillow into a comfortable position. Deacon moved over to flick off the light, reducing the room to near darkness. Adam was usually a fan of a bit of mood lighting, but his desire to try and jack off had won out and the only light came from the ambient moonlight filtering through the blinds over the window.

Deacon found his place and settled down onto the floor, stretching out. There was faint rustling, shifting, and a faint sound of metal as Adam moved to the far side of his mattress. For several minutes it was as if they were all playing a silent game of chicken. Adam drew his hand down into his boxers, letting his fingers curl around his manhood. He gave himself a squeeze, a rub, then a stroke. Adam kept his breathing slow and shallow, listening carefully for any disturbance. When he didn't hear any, he started to work his meat. Adam fantasized about how far his friends had come, growing out their sideburns, getting pierced. He tried to imagine what a few more years would bring them... Beards? More muscles? More earrings? They'd be so sexy, even if they left him behind.

Adam bit his bottom lip, working his unusually large dick. It had always seemed normal to him, but he had to turn his hips towards the wall to keep from showing off an Eiffel tower of an erection. He kept jacking off, trying not to squeak the bed or create too much movement. He was silent in his enjoyment, his eyes clenched shut as he fantasized. Adam tried to push his disbelief to the side, indulging deeper in the fantasies. He imagined Axel kissing him, then Deacon, their bodies coming together. Maybe he'd slip off his bed and sleep on the sleeping bags with them in one big pile... humping, grinding, frotting. Adam had to use all his strength not to make a noise. When he thought he might have moaned, he froze in place and listened. There wasn't a sound, nothing except for the faint whoosh of the air vents. He waited still longer, another few moments. Nothing.

As Adam surrendered to his masturbation, he assumed his friends had passed out, or were falling asleep unaware of what he was doing. He had no idea that they had snuck out of the room, heading down the hall, across the living room and into the garage. Their clothes remained behind, discarded before they entered the sanctum of their benefactor, their patron, their guide and their mentor. Deacon's coffee colored skin glistened in the refracted moonlight coming through the skylight. Axel wore only his beanie hat and nothing else. Both eighteen year olds were at full attention, their erections jutting out before them. Their foreskin had regrown over the last few weeks, now hugging their fat cock heads. Their balls were over plump, hanging down like pool balls.

The two had reported for duty to their master, standing in reverence as they watched Keeler change. His shirt had been discarded, his pants, his socks and his belt. His pale skin had darkened, first in splotches, then in spreading waves. It had looked almost like spreading lichen as it spread across his chest, but his brown body hair turned black and his skin turned green. It swirled around thick biceps and triceps, it curved over a stomach that was growing rounder and fuller. Keeler tilted his head one way and then the other, popping his neck as he moved.

Axel couldn't help but grunt, starting to jack himself off as he watched Adam's dad transforming. The older man's forehead grew thicker, the brow bone pushing out over sunken eyes. His jaw was jutting forward as well, his lower lips stretching over uneven masses. Keeler worked his jaw side to side to relieve pressure before two ivory tips pushed their way up, rising from behind, curving forward and upward. Keeler's relatively well groomed hair became wilder, unkempt, stretching down the back of his neck as the brown turned black. The dark pigment even spread across his facial hair, swallowing it in shadow and darkness.

This time it was Deacon that made a soft sound, reaching to pinch his nipple with one hand as he watched Keeler's beard grow wilder and darker. The mustache curved over his upper lip, obscuring it. The hair on his cheeks grew outward, resisting gravity entirely. The fine point began to descend, broadening out into a wedge, then a crest, then a mane. The black complimented the green tones that now dominated his face even as his nose broadened and his ears snapped and stretched into points.

Keeler had sunk down into a recliner, but now it might as well have been a throne. His shoulders were broad, his calves thick, his legs spread. An incredibly fat, long cock was rising upwards from its dormant state. The green flesh was contrasted by dark black geometric tattoos that formed bands, bars, curves and shapes across his dick. The tip began to glisten with a silvery precum that glistened as it oozed out. More flesh sizzled as tattoos began to appear around his shoulders, curling and spiraling down his arms. Keeler's nails turned dark black, each one thick and calloused.

"Come here, boys, make daddy proud." Keeler growled. Both young men lunged forward as if a shot had gone off to start a race, though each of them had different destinations in mind. Axel all but skid on his bare knees, coming between Keeler's legs. His hands rose reverently to the tattooed dick, stroking and rubbing it, his eyes glistening. Deacon, however, had come crashing down on the orc's chest, his lips parting as the fat nipple plunged in. He sucked and slurped, using his left hand to massage his master's other pectoral.

Keeler growled with pleasure, looking at the fine specimens. They had been perfect bodyguards for his son all these years, but now it was time for them to do more. Keeler reached up, tangling his fingers in Deacon's hair, admiring the contrast of the black and red as he pulled him tighter to his chest. Despite himself, Keeler shivered as he felt Axel's hungry tongue start to tease and test his urethra, slithering down into his big dick. After only a few weeks of proper training, Axel was a seasoned professional. He bobbed his head up and down, bumping the back of his throat a few times before he angled and took it down deeper.

A deep, satisfying growl came from Keeler's throat as he used Axel as a fuck toy, but his other hand was coaxing Deacon onto his chest. There was so much about his physiology that surpassed humans, but one of his favorite traits sprang to life as Deacon began to suckle and suck from his fat nipple. The nub was sensitive, yes, but it also served another purpose. After a few good sucks, Deacon was rewarded with a warm, slightly frothy milk. It splashed across his tongue, sending waves of nourishment and pleasure through his body.

Deacon's eyes squeezed shut tighter as he suckled, reaching to grope his best friend's father's other pec, massaging the green flesh. Keeler cracked his neck to one side, then the other. He tilted his head back, feeling served in the proper ways. The last vestiges of his human skin tone had disappeared, leaving his body the color of Jade and inked with tribal lines of dark tattoos. His black hair grew out longer, slipping down past his shoulder blades as his lower lip swole up, pressing forward, making room for two tusks to rise up from his lower jaw. They rose like sharp daggers being unsheathed, glistening in the light of the garage.

The relief of being his true self, not to mention the corruptive pride of having tainted his son's friends. Keeler already felt Deacon's blunt, juvenile tusks coming in and grazing his chest. Axel's were rising out of his mouth, far more developed, grazing along Keeler's cock like guard rails. Keeler grunted, deciding to reward the boys. He bore down, releasing a sudden, sticky, tainted rush of orc cum down Axel's throat. Axel's eyes went wide and he bore down, burying his face into the sweaty, musky groin of his friend's dad. Each throb of his big green dick was like a heartbeat, delivering the essence of his virility into the two young souls he had corrupted.

Axel's beanie began to plump and billow as more and more hair spilled out of his scalp, filling it to the limit. The hair crept down his face, emerging as a downy blanket of stubble that spread from his mutton chops to his chin. His already overbuilt arms began to bulk and expand, his pectoral muscles swelling like water balloons. Even his legs ached and throbbed as they stretched, the growing pains clearly something Axel thought himself beyond. His hands worshiped the massive pillar he suckled from, though in the back of his mind he imagined that it belonged to Adam, to his promised one.

Deacon, too, had sunk into the fantasies of his mind as he drank the man milk in deep. He was not picturing the pert, muscled, fit chest of Adam's dad... He was imagining the soft, cozy, comfortable man boob of his best friend. Deacon had, in one of his more lucid moments, tried to figure out when he had started down this path. Certainly the celebrations after their eighteenth birthday was when it had started, but there had always been a magnetism between him and Adam. He'd been drawn to his friend, pulled to him in a way that felt timeless. They had been friends when they needed friends, protectors when Adam needed that, and now... now they were doing what it took to become more. Pops and snaps came from Deacon's shoulders as they widened and widened yet again. His torso had taken on an almost exaggerated V shape, tapering down to his waist. His calves were ballooning out, his thighs thickening. The protein in the milk was nourishing him in countless ways.

Axel filled his belly with seed and Deacon did the same with milk, but it seemed that Mister Keeler could only produce so much. As the streams tapered off, he sunk back deeper in his chair, panting for breath. Deacon reluctantly removed himself from the teat, licking his lips, a few droplets running down into the frizzy goatee that was a good inch longer than it had been moments ago. Axel nearly burped from how much he'd consumed, his hands tracing over the slightly distended bulge in his otherwise fit stomach. Keeler looked at them with pride, wonder, awe, and respect. He reached out to give each a pat on the shoulder.

"You've done good, my boys. Tomorrow... Tomorrow my son will join our tribe. I will arrange to be away so you can allow him to indulge in everything that he must do. Remember everything I've taught you." Keeler said.

"Yes sir." The two young men said in unison, their sideburns wild and their eyes dutiful. Their tusks would shrink in time, at least from the waking world. The changes were taking deeper root and Adam's change would seal it for all of them. It wouldn't be long until the hidden Orc Tribe would have three strong warriors. Their magic would be more potent, their numbers more plentiful. It had been a long effort, but everything was about to come true.

****

If Adam had been blessed with anything, it was the gift of being a heavy sleeper. He hoped that he hadn't snored and disrupted his friends, but when he rolled onto his side, he saw Axel passed out right at the foot of his bed, drooling into his pillow. Deacon was lying on his stomach, propped up on his elbows, reading a book. For a moment Adam didn't say anything, looking at Axel's face. Had he grown all that stubble in just one night?! What happened if he didn't shave... Had he been able to grow a beard all this time? And Deacon! Deacon's goatee was longer than his now! He tried not to feel disappointed or envious, shifting his focus to hidden lust instead. Who was lucky enough to have two hot dudes like that as their entourage? Adam carefully maneuvered around his bed so he could get up without disrupting Axel, stretching a barefoot over him to land on the wood floor. One of Deacon's eyebrows arched.

"Remember our deal, bro." Deacon said. Adam looked almost pained, reaching to run a hand through his greasy dark brown hair.

"You were serious about that?" he asked in surprise. Deacon grinned.

"Oh we were. If I had to sleep next to Axel all night, we're deadly serious." Deacon said. He put a bookmark in his book, folded it shut and stood up to follow Adam out of the bedroom.

The two padded their way into the kitchen. Adam opened up the fridge and started rooting around. Deacon already knew to start getting out plates and cups and utensils.

"So, the prelude went off without a hitch. What's planned for night one of our epic adventure?" Deacon asked. Adam looked over his shoulder, a little hesitant.

"I, uh, I'm not sure. I mean, you guys still like to game and stuff, right?" Adam asked with concern. Deacon came up behind Adam, reaching up to squeeze and rub one of his shoulders.

"Oh we do, big man, but... we thought this weekend could be a bit special. I'm sure we'll figure something out." Deacon murmured, "After all, we want you to have the best time of your life." he added. Adam's heart fluttered, turning to face Deacon. He looked into those rich brown eyes, feeling that strong, large hand on him. His lips felt too wet and too dry at the same moment. Deacon's smile was warm enough to melt butter. He leaned in and brought them to Adam's, pressing his friend to the fridge.

Adam grunted softly as he was pressed, but he didn't fight it. Deacon kissed him softly, tenderly, tinged with a bit of hunger. Deacon's hands slipped up, one starting to massage and squeeze Adam's left pec. The flesh was firm and yielding at the same time. Adam grunted more, eyes squeezed in a concerned expression. He loved the kiss, he loved the proximity. He couldn't believe this was happening. As his lungs started to burn, he broke the kiss and panted, looking at Deacon.

"A... Axel..." was all he managed to say. Deacon gave a sheepish, playful smile.

"He's going to be jealous that I beat him to it." Deacon said. Adam's jaw dropped.

"Axel feels the same way?!" Adam asked, "And he... I mean, both of you?!" He asked. Deacon grinned more.

"Yeah, both of us... Why do you think we're always hanging out so much?" Deacon said. Adam's heart was thumping so hard he could feel it through his chest, in his ears and practically rocking his brain.

"Both of you..." he repeated. Deacon licked his own lips and nodded before he moved back to the stove, grabbing the butter and a frying pan. In no time at all he'd cracked six eggs and the pan was sizzling with breakfast. Adam just stared at him, open mouthed, frozen in shock.

"Fried eggs? You're putting in ham, right?" Axel asked, punctuating his question with a yawn. Adam nearly fell over as he turned to look at his friend, only to see him with bleach blond hair down to his shoulders. His stubble beard was luxuriously thick. If it hadn't been for the silver piercings in his lip, ears and elsewhere, it would have been hard to tell it was his same best friend. Everything had been simmering inside of Adam and it came to a flash boil in that instant.

"I lost the bet, alright? I need a cold shower." Adam muttered before heading off. Axel tried to block him but he was still too sleepy. There were a few footfalls, the click of a door and then the sound of the water running through the pipes in the wall before being pumped out of the shower.

"You should have stopped him." Deacon commented, adding salt and pepper to the eggs.

"Since when does he take a cold shower, what did you do?" Axel asked. Deacon bit his bottom lip a little.

"Well, I may... have kissed him." Deacon admitted.

"Without me?!" Axel asked, getting a bit red in the cheeks.

"If we'd both come on to him at the same time, it would have spooked him!" Deacon protested. Axel crossed his muscled arms.

"Then why were you first?" he asked.

"The mood was right. You overslept, bro." Deacon replied with a bit of pride. Axel grunted at that, contemplating sneaking into Adam's shower to join him, but they had to play this right. He'd make a powerful prince to the tribe, but they had to get him across the line. He'd do no one any good if he ran away from his destiny. Axel moved over to the fridge, pulling out some cheese and ham to add to the eggs. While not quite an omelette, it was still going to be damn tasty.

****

While Adam had started with every intention of taking a cold shower, the water had proven so icy cold that he couldn't bring himself to do it. Instead, he just stood under the stream, feeling the pressure massage his scalp. He wanted to believe that he'd still been asleep, but he wasn't that naive. This was no dream. Deacon had kissed him on the lips, fondled him even... and implied that Axel wanted in on it all as well. It was the embodiment of heaven, and yet Adam still couldn't believe it. He was just a fat nerd from a second rate school. His dad made enough money for a comfortable living, but that was it. Was his personality really that exciting, and what... what was that wet dog smell?

It had taken almost five minutes for Adam to realize the air was not the most pleasant. He could smell the sourness from his pits, the salty bromine from his groin and the danger of his sweaty scalp that made the wet dog scent. His friends had really been letting him marinate in his own juices, hadn't they? And if they both liked him, had they been into that? Was his stink and sweat appealing? He'd heard some of the senior varsity team calling it 'raunch' once. While Adam couldn't completely see without his glasses, he knew that the blue bottle in the corner of the shower was daily clarifying shampoo. It would cut through his sweat and the musk of the night, resetting him to a blank canvas. If he didn't use it, his hair would remain greasy despite the hot water. It would practically be like he had done nothing at all.

With a great deal of second guessing, Adam reached down and turned the shower off. The water slowed to a dribble and then subsided completely. Adam grabbed his towel from the rack and dried the surface of his skin, electing not to scrub too hard on his pits. The shower had given him time to think, and for once all that thought was encouraging him to press forward. If he wanted his friends and his friends wanted him, wasn't that the most anyone could hope for? Wasn't it truly the dream to have friends with benefits?

****

By the time that Adam had worked up enough courage to leave the bathroom, the sound of Axel polishing off the last of his eggs came from the living room. Adam emerged a bit sheepishly, though he slowed to a stop at the end of the hall. The morning light diffused through the canvas window shade, bathing the living room in a warm, creamy morning light. Axel wore his tank top and boxer shorts, his beanie overstuffed with his inexplicably long hair while his piercings glinted. There was a slight smear of ketchup at the corner of his lips and his stubble beard practically glittered.

Deacon looked up expectantly, his smile welcoming and warm, his dreads tied back into a makeshift ponytail. His goatee had been the same shape as Adam's, but now it was longer and thicker. His muscles were so full and thick. He met his eyes with Adam in such a self assured way that it sent electricity through Adam. The electricity traveled down his spine, jolted through his pelvis and stirred in his oversized dick. Adam's pants began to stir as it slunk down lower, growing fatter and thicker, trying to push away from his body. Adam's cheeks grew rosy with a blush and he swallowed a bit. It had taken Axel entirely too long to realize he was there, but looking up, Axel sprung to his feet and bounded over. He reached up and grabbed Adam's head, sinking his fingers into his best friend's shaggy hair, pulling him into a kiss.

Adam let out muffled murmurs of surprise until he melted into the kiss, feeling his face tickled and caressed by that stubble beard. He murmured a little more before quieting down. His lips were pushed apart by a darting, wriggling, wrestling tongue that found his. Sensing his hesitation, Axel's technique shifted, becoming more complimentary. It caressed Adam's tongue, brushed it and stroked it before pulling back. Axel broke the kiss, licked his lips and nodded in satisfaction.

"If I knew that the time was right, I would have done that a long time ago." Axel said. Adam was still left dumbfounded, blinking.

"T-time? Right for what?" he muttered. Deacon all but cleared his throat, looking sternly at Axel.

"I think he means that you felt the same way about us that we felt about you." Deacon said, standing up from the chair.

"I-I,,, Adam hesitated. He shook his head, brow furrowing in frustration. He reached up to adjust the glasses that rested on his nose.

"I don't even know where to start. You both liked me, and you told each other about it, and you're not like... jealous or anything?" Adam asked.

"Only that he got the first kiss." Axel muttered. Deacon reached over to punch his arm in light humor.

"The capacity of the human heart is not finite. It grows larger the richer love it knows." Deacon said. "I think there are some reality shows that might differ on that opinion." Adam said softly.

"Yeah, but bro, we know each other! We've been bros for our whole lives pretty much." Axel grinned. Adam nodded at that.

"I just thought you always took pity on me." he said sheepishly.

"Who had time for pity with all the fun we had?" Deacon asked.

"Besides, it's time to take it to the next level." Axel said. Adam's heart was racing again.

"I promise I'll try not to let you down." Adam said.

"We know you won't." Deacon said reassuringly, "But you have to stop second guessing yourself. You trust us, right?" Deacon asked. Adam nodded quickly.

"Of course!" he said. Axel grinned.

"Then you're gonna have to follow our lead, and trust us. No matter what happens, you know we have your best interest at heart, right?" Axel asked. Adam nodded.

"Yeah, of course." he replied eagerly.

"Good. Now, eat your breakfast. We're going to have a lot of fun today." Deacon said, moving to get his food. He picked the bowl up from the counter. The eggs glistened with butter and salt, flecked with herbs and spices that were not entirely of this world. There had been elements of his homeland in his meals for the last several years, though never quite this much. Keeler had gone to great efforts to give them everything they would need without getting in the way. Deacon brought Adam his food, the two young men looking at their future prince with great expectations.

****

Time was ephemeral for the young. The minutes had moved at glacial speed, but moments had given way to hours. The day had seemed like a blissful eternity. They had eaten a hearty breakfast, a junk food lunch and somehow managed to consume four pizzas. Axel had taken particular delight in feeding Adam as he and Axel competed in some one on one gaming. The warm day had given way to a warm evening. The front door was open, though a screen door kept the insects at bay. Still, there was restlessness. Adam could sense that his friends had a lot more energy than he would have expected for this hour.

"We should go into the garage." Axel supplied finally. Adam opened his mouth to protest.

"That's a good idea." Deacon agreed.

"B-But my dad? His office?" he asked.

"Your dad had to visit the work site, remember?" Deacon offered. Adam slowly closed his mouth, not really finding the grounds to object. He just... never went out in the garage. His father was always so busy when he was in there. It had often seemed like a no-man's-land. Axel, however, bounded right over and opened the door up. Deacon had nearly cleared the door frame when he looked back at Adam, offering his hand.

"C'mon." he said encouragingly. Adam reached out and took Deacon's hand, following him out.

The house itself didn't have a lot of specific style. It was utilitarian, neutral, showing no specific decor or decorations that leaned any particular way. One of the worst grades Adam had ever gotten had been on a family history assignment. He simply had never gleaned enough information. He had never thought much about it until he'd stepped into the garage. It was like stepping into another world, his father's world. Sure, there was a lot of work stuff, but it was... stylish. Humidors, wine fridges, cubbies full of knick knacks and artifacts and awards and... and a sword?! It looked almost medieval.

"I don't think we should be in here." Adam said.

"If we weren't supposed to be in here, then why is this here?" Axel asked, resting his hand on an old wood box on the table, turning it around to face the other two.

The box itself was an old wood dyed with a green dye so dark it was practically black. There had been some lines and ornamentation carved into the wood and a gold pigment had been brushed into it to bring it to life, though it also caught in some of the rougher wood grain. What caught Adam off guard, however, was the fact that his name was carved in the box, practically glittering with the way the gold had sunk into the grooves.

"What?" Adam whispered, moving over. Axel remained behind it, his eyes practically sparkling. Deacon's breath had caught in his throat, not daring to breathe. Adam was too entranced to notice. He reached down and opened the box, leaning it back, revealing the fact that the box was a humidor of its own. Inside was a very fat, very round cigar. It was bigger than any he'd seen on television, bigger than in some of the comics he'd read.

"Why does this have my name on it?" Adam whispered.

"Your father left it to you as a gift." Deacon said, "You're a man now, you're free to do manly things." he added.

"I've never smoked before." Adam murmured.

"Hey, everyone's gotta start somewhere, right Bro?" Axel grinned, moving to rub Adam's shoulders, "I mean, think how sexy you'll look? That big stogie in your mouth..." he whispered, leaning close to Adam's ear.

"We always knew you had it in you, bro." Deacon said, sweeping around Adam as Axel maneuvered him towards his father's chair. The two moved with a fluid grace and elegance that belied their young age. They were like royal attendants, and in a way they were. The way they were handling him, Adam felt his tensions easing. It was a lot less stressful when he didn't have to think or make the decisions. He settled into the surprisingly comfortable chair, smiled a bit as Axel presented him with the cigar and blushed a little as Deacon produced a lighter he never knew he'd carried.

A strange bit of giddiness fluttered in his heart. A lot of it was the same relief and excitement that his friends didn't just like him, they liked him in that way, but part of it was new as well. He was a nerd, a geek, a wall flower. He'd escaped the stigma of those things in school because of his friends, but he had assumed that had just made him neutral. He was about to smoke a cigar that his dad had gifted him after kissing his two best friends. Maybe... Maybe he was cool? Maybe his friends liked him for a reason. If he wasn't already cool, maybe he could become cool... Maybe all it took was effort.

The flame began to lick the end of the cigar as Adam brought it in. He knew the general concepts of how it worked. He puffed a little and the movement of air fed the flame until the end of the cigar lit. There had been a faint taste of leather and musk before, but as the tobacco began to burn and the smoke began to fill his mouth, he tasted undercurrents of grass and pepper. Adam puffed a little harder, his round cheeks filling with smoke... but the smoke didn't stop there. It curled and twirled around him, dancing across his cheeks, spilling out of his nostrils, tickling at the well shorn ends of the rectangular patch of goatee that marked his chin. Every bit of tension and over-thinking was disappearing into a fog that rolled in with the smoke.

When Adam finally expelled the smoke, it escaped his lips in a thick plume. His eyes glazed over and he took another puff, leaning back in the chair as his shoulders relaxed. One hand held the cigar, the other draped across the arm of the recliner. The corners of his mouth curled into a self satisfied smile as his eyes shut behind the glasses. Puff after puff, exhale, inhale, a bigger and bigger grin. Axel hugged onto Deacon's shoulders, unable to contain his excitement. Deacon merely watched with a grin of his own for a few moments before he nodded his head. Their work was far from over.

"Hey, Adam, mind if we make you more comfortable?" Deacon asked.

"I don't know how that's possible, but go ahead..." Adam said, not opening his eyes, merely dreamily puffing away on the cigar as his regrets and inhibitions seemed to be fading away in the fog of his mind. Deacon reached down and unbuttoned Adam's fly, the pants almost bursting as his bulge tried to break free. Deacon was careful to unzip, drawing the metal teeth down as the bulge emerged in its red cotton glory. Keeler had informed his apprentices that he'd been forced to get his son's undergarments custom tailored for many years, that they required a prodigious pouch to contain him. Seeing it so up close, Deacon could understand.

Despite wishing to be in the heat of action, Axel had crouched down to untie Adam's shoes with the intention of pulling them off. Even with the laces undone, he found it surprisingly difficult. They were squeezed so tight around the already over-large feet. Axel sat down, bracing his feet against the bottom of the recliner and tugged. The shoe popped off, the sock beneath already stretched thin enough that Axel could start to see skin tone through it. Axel grabbed a hold of the sock and tugged it off, revealing a thick, strong ankle, a broad heel, a delicious and leathery arch, and plump toes that were perfectly formed... In fact, each toe seemed to be developing wisps of hair at an alarming rate. Axel licked his lips before moving on to the other foot.

Adam was lost in his own mind as he puffed away. Only half an inch had been used up, but already the cigar was having its intended effect. Adam's red shirt was rising up, revealing the hairy under-shelf of his big belly. The cuffs were cutting into his thick arms. The feet that Axel was continuously manhandling were growing and Deacon found himself handling more and more girth. He had to press Adam's erection toward his belly to get it down enough to peel back the underwear, eliciting a muffled moan from Adam. Deacon gritted his teeth, pulled the waistband up, then over the pillar within.

The sudden movement of flesh rewarded the tall, muscled man with a slap of a first sized cock head across his face. The impact had been shocking enough, but the whiff and aroma of Adam's musk... Drool began to leak from the corners of his mouth, his pupils dilating and widening with a deep rooted darkness. Deacon barely managed to pull the underwear down before he plunged his lips around the massive shaft in front of him. He began to suck and slurp, his tongue slathering across the rubbery meat, working closer and closer to the urethra before-

"Deacon!" Axel grunted, springing back to his feet. He pulled the other back, eliciting a whining moan from Deacon and a murmur from Adam. Deacon panted hard, new stubble poking up from around the corners of his mouth and down the back of his jawbone. Axel gave him a stern look, "Not yet, almost..." he said. Deacon nodded, huffing and panting a bit. Axel crouched back down, getting Adam's other sock off before he rose back up. With a nod, Deacon and Adam began rolling up Adam's shirt.

At first, it was easy. Adam was in his own world, puffing away on his cigar. As Axel and Deacon revealed more of his flesh, though, both of them felt their own cocks raging, their stomachs rumbling, their mouths drooling uncontrollably. It only became harder as they unveiled Adam's thick, round, pert man boobs. A patch of hair existed between them and his nipples were fatter and plumper than his father's. Axel almost growled, trying to keep Deacon on task. They rolled the shirt up as high as they could get before Axel brandished a curved, otherworldly knife. He cut through the rolled up shoulders of the shirt, the fabric giving way with a pop.

Adam was revealed in his nearly naked glory. He was reclined in the chair, wearing only his pants and rolled down underwear. Smoke curled about the shaggy hair on his head, hair that was rapidly darkening from brown to black. The blond portion in his bangs was draining of pigment until it was a shock of silver. Unrestrained by the confines of human clothes, his feet continued to expand taller and wider while his belly almost jiggled as it grew rounder and fuller. A shadow spread across his cheeks as velvety soft stubble emerged from pristine skin. He was looking less like a boy and more like a man every moment.

"It's time, Adam... Time to breathe the smoke in deep." Deacon said. Adam's eyes fluttered open, glossy and distant.

"I'll cough..." he murmured, his voice a little deeper than either of his friends had ever heard it.

"No, you won't... You're too cool for that. I'm sure it'll go down smooth." Deacon reassured him. That seemed to make sense to his smoke-addled brain and he brought the cigar back to his full, thick lips and took a long drag. The end of the cigar glowed bright, the flames eating up more and more of the length. The musky, earthy smoke filled Adam as a look of rapture crossed his face. His massive dick quivered, his nipples grew harder, his toes curled. He held the smoke in his immense lungs for a moment before he expelled it all with the power of a geyser.

Dark blackish-silver smoke poured out of his lips, washing over him. The hazy distant expression on Adam's face began to grow more certain, more confident, and more... green. The discoloration had started at his lips first, but the blush on his cheeks tinged as well. Pale peach gave way to lime, then forest green. It spread outward wherever the smoke touched, crossing his cheeks, dipping into the hair on his chin and creeping up around his eyes. Adam took another deep drag, grinning nearly ear to ear. A third of the cigar was gone now.

As the smoke held in Adam's lungs, the power of it began to work its way out. The hair in the large man's pits turned from brown to black just before splotches of green formed, spiraling their way outward. Likewise, his fat nipples turned from pink to purple to dark green. The areola were next, then the pigment spread outward. Green emerged in other areas as well like unusual alien freckles, dotting his toes and fingers, his shoulders and his arms. Every puff, every time the smoke licked its way across his skin, the coloration spread.

Deacon and Axel watched in wonder as Adam's boyish looks were subsumed by something else, something more. His hips had broadened, his ass was thickening, his legs were broadening, and his shoulders were creaking larger... but they couldn't tear themselves away from their friends' face. His glasses seemed to be losing grip as his nose broadened, his brow bone thickened, and the downy soft fuzz on his cheeks began to thicken into wiry, bushy black hair. The perfectly groomed rectangular goatee spread outward in ragged jagged edges. A mustache formed, the hairs bristling straight up at first until they relaxed down, draping across the shaft of the cigar in a protective curtain.

More puffs, more smoke, and soon half of the cigar was gone. The green poignant had swept across his massive belly, sneaking beneath his now black bush before it began to climb up his enormous, oversized cock. As if by instinct, both Axel and Deacon reached out, wrapping their hands most of the way around Adam's dick. They began to work their hands up and down, jerking their friend off, grinning madly with glee as that only sped up the process. The skin beneath their fingers turned to dark jade, the veins bulging. They added another hand, then another, finding room enough for all four on their prince's scepter.

Adam growled a deep growl, cricking his head to one side, then the other. As he moved, his glasses toppled from his face, leaving him to look more rugged, more bestial, more wild. His mustache thickened, the sides dropping down to plunge into the now three inch thick goatee. The hair on his cheeks struggled, then succeeded to catch up as it grew out centimeter after centimeter. Every heartbeat pushed more hair out of Adam's face, his youthfulness engulfed in an untamed wilderness of masculinity. Bit by bit, inch by inch, even the hair on his head was growing, though mostly in the back across the nape of his neck to form a mullet of sorts.

Axel and Deacon murmured and grunted as they worked, but it was too much to resist. Adam smelled like a king in waiting, a leader, a vessel worthy of worshiping. Axel murmured before he whined and then lunged forward, wrapping his lips around one of Adam's teats. As he began to suckle and slurp on the fat nipple, he even nibbled and clamped down. Adam let out a grunt, raising one meaty, green, oversized hand to trap him there. Axel moaned, sucking on the flesh until he was rewarded with a drop of moisture, then two, then an inconsistent stream. Seeing his friend give in, Deacon would no longer be denied his prize.

Deacon's dreads fell around his head as he leaned forward, bringing his lips over Adam's monstrous green cock. He barely could contain it as he licked and sucked, only managing to get the cock head in because it was pliant enough. He savored the flavor, enjoying it and letting it sear into his memory. His tongue worked miracles as it waggled around, but when he brought it to the urethra, he knew he was on his mark. His tongue teased the slit, rubbing the rubbery flesh thee for a few moments before it slipped inside.

Wave after wave of pleasure rocked through Adam. He wanted it to last forever, and maybe it just would... With one hand on Axel's head, he doubled the other behind him as a pillow and leaned back in the recliner. He held the cigar in his lips with remarkable poise, letting gravity and the pressure keep it in place. He drew in through the cigar as if he was breathing the smoke rather than the air, holding it there before he let it spill outward again. In that self-satisfied pose, reclined without a care, his lower lip began to sting and ache as the jaw beneath it throbbed.

For a moment it felt as if he had bitten himself and the flesh was rebelling, but as the lower lip swelled outward, the cause became apparent. Two of his lower teeth had started going wild, growing thicker and taller, curving forward. The swollen fresh lost some of its inflammation as the tusk nubs rose upwards, the ivory color a sharp contrast to the green skin and black beard. The tusks continued to rise even as Adam's ears popped and ached, stretching into slight points. Adam continued to draw the smoke in deep before letting it spew outward. He was down to less than a quarter of a cigar now, but he had more than made up for it in size.

The recliner groaned under the weight of the four hundred and fifty pound orc and the lovers that were resting their weight atop him. Adam felt a strange thrill at Axel drinking from his man boob, nourishing him as his golden beard filled in and his hair snuck its way out of his beanie. The way his facial piercings grazed his skin was rather nice too. Deacon, though, was snaking his tongue in and out of that urethra. Both were vigorous and dedicated, and Adam felt like he was the king of the world.

Every drag, every draw of the corrupted smoke, Adam felt more comfortable in his immense skin. His cheeks and chin tingled as black hair unspooled from follicles in overdrive, going from a few days' growth to what would have taken humans six months or more in mere moments. His tusks were tall and proud, his cock was being serviced, his body thrumming with energy and activity. Somewhere deep down, as exhilarating as it was, Adam was still technically a virgin. His restraint began to weaken and loosen and as the first dewy drops of pre hit Deacon's tongue, there was a snap-pop of energy that shot out through the room.

Several of his father's artifacts began to shimmer and glow, crystal glass turning green and blue with magic. Swirls of emerald green began to spread out across Axel's lips and cheeks like corrupted vines. Flecks of Deacon's rich dark brown skin began to take on a different, darker purple hue. What had started as a trickle became a cascade as Axel gulped down rich orc milk and Deacon began to gulp and slurp desperately at the fountain of salty, briny, swampy cum that Adam was starting to exude.

Adam grunted and moaned, reaching up to grab the stub of a cigar from his lips. He gave it one long drag, another, and a third before the embers threatened to burn his fingertips. He discarded the stub in an ashtray on an end table next to him before his hands shot down to grab onto Axel and Deacon. Smoke spilled from Adam's lips, coming down in a gaseous waterfall across a long diamond shaped beard that got wider a few inches below his chin before tapering down to a point at his navel. The beard was thick and long and black, his mullet down to his most ample shoulders.

Axel groaned and grunted before he broke off from Adam's right pec and latched onto his left, suckling fresher milk. His face was green, as was his neck, tusks rising up from below his puffy lower lip. His arms bulged and glistened with sweat as they turned from sun tanned to orc kissed. Deacon pulled back, bringing his lips merely to kiss at the urethra of his lover, letting some of the cum dribble down his throat. As it ran and streaked, the pearly liquid stained his skin a dark shade of violet. The color had started to blossom on Deacon's cheeks, his shoulders, his biceps and his ass. It spread outward even faster than the ivory tusks that rose up from his lower jaw.

Adam ran his tongue over his huge tusks, looking down at his mane of a beard and at the two handsome, amazing, masculine.... Very orcish men serving him. It didn't just feel right, or even seem right... but Adam was starting to understand. That undercurrent had been there for years. They were his bodyguards, his advisors, his protectors, and his lovers. They would service him and he would lead them as any good man should. His thick fingered hands moved down to caress each of them, admiring them as they came into their own. Axel looked quite sharp with his blond hair and his spade shaped beard contrasting his green flesh. Deacon was far more elegant with his purple skin, his beard still barely longer than stubble on his cheeks before becoming a long and dangling goatee... and both of them had a most respectable pair of tusks.

As much as Adam wanted to continue to admire them, he shuddered, throwing his head back as he came all over again. Deacon tried to collect it all, his cheeks bulging, but there was too much. He realized too late that he had to gulp and swallow, but the cum was already dribbling out of his mouth and pouring down his pert, fit chest. Axel drew and drew every last drop he could manage before settling his head in between the pillows of Adam's man boobs, seemingly content. Adam murmured a little, his head still swimming in smoke. He closed his eyes and grinned, pleased beyond all measure at how good it was to have friends with benefits.

By the time that the garage door rumbled to life, the three were too drunk in their afterglow to much move or react, though Adam turned his head, dragging his sizeable beard across his chest as he did so. The setting sun streaked in with a blinding silhouette of a very muscled, very fit man. It wasn't until the light of the garage cast back out that Adam realized it was both his father... and another orc. Axel and Deacon both groaned as they withdrew from their mate. Adam dropped down onto broad, size 19 feet. He strode over with surprising agility given his weight and his girth. He looked up at his father, both of them taller in equal proportion to one another. There was a fire in the back of Adam's eyes, a confidence and strength he'd never had before.

"Father, how long?" Adam asked. Keeler had a slight smile play across his tusked mouth as he reached up to remove polarized sunglasses. He looked down and admired his son before he tangled his large hand in Adam's longer hair, leaned down and kissed him. Their tongues met, their beards meshed and their bodies pressed together. Keeler was experienced, talented, and very obviously hungry. Adam seemed to melt into the kiss, feeling their tongues wrestle, smelling smells he'd never smelled before - except that he had... Musk, spice, a bit of swampiness and salt... It was the scent of his father, of his people. The kiss lasted for several long moments before Keeler pulled back, licking his lips. He let out a deep growl of satisfaction, raising one hand to pet Adam's very impressive, very long beard.

"This was always destined, my son, always meant to be. Each piece was put in motion when it was supposed to be. Keeler looked up as Axel and Deacon approached, each of them with their heads bowed. They had taken on their own shades of orcish brilliance, each taller and stronger than any human, but each smaller than Keeler and Adam.

"What happens now?" Adam asked, looking back at his friends. Keeler gave a gentle shrug.

"We eat, we drink, we celebrate... We let destiny play out as it must and we shape what parts of it we can. We are the leaders of men, my boy, and you're not done growing yet." Keeler grinned at that, passing his son and his entourage, hitting the switch for the garage door to close as he headed into the house. Adam stood there, feeling Axel brush up on his left shoulder and Deacon on his right. The two leaned in to kiss and nuzzle his cheeks, holding him. Adam closed his eyes and smiled, soaking in just how good it was to be alive.